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Rough Weekend

I don't do this often, but I had a rough weekend at work (lots of customers legit yelling at me. One was throwing things around).

Could I request some Hancock, Bucky Barnes, or Faramir fluff for my female muses, please? I just need something... nice. Could be a starter, an ask, a post. A hug or cute cat pictures will also suffice.

I'll probably write something up for Loki one of these days, too, so I can live vicariously through him.

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Very well said! I love analyzations like this.

this is it, this is my hancock analysis

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I don't often reblog art, but look at this adorable ghoul

I love all Fallout 4 companions equally

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FO4 Memories #3

Happy Belated Fallout Friday, guys! Was feeling under the weather yesterday, so my post is delayed to today! Hancock's first affinity conversation with my sole survivor got interrupted by raiders, but his final one was as romanctic as you could get. Imagine this: you enter an abandoned church with Hancock late at night to escape the rain and catch some shuteye. Surrounded by candles, he nervously asks you if you have the time to talk, and gives you the option to romance him... So, being the writer that I am, I had to write a short drabble based off of a real affinity conversation that I had with Hancock during my last playthrough of FO4!

Pairings: Hancock x reader Words: about 1267

Hancock stumbled into the abandoned church after you, eager to get out of the cold, icy rain. By some miracle, it was completely void of raiders and super mutants—there wasn't even a single radroach. It was almost too good to be true, but after carefully scouting the premises, it became clear that the church was indeed empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, you lowered your gear onto a dusty pew while Hancock began lighting some candles on the tables behind you. It wasn’t much, and the roof was leaking in a few places, but it was better than nothing. If you pulled a few of those pews together and spread a sleeping bag under them, you could make a cozy bed… "Hey, uh… When you have a moment, I've got something I need you to hear." You almost dropped your bag in surprise at the sudden closeness of Hancock’s voice. The ghoul mayor had always been surprisingly quiet upon his feet, and tonight was no exception. You stopped what you were doing and glanced over your shoulder. “Of cour—” You froze, surprised at how nervous the ghoul appeared. This was very uncharacteristic of him, especially with his charismatic, flirtatious demeanor. Although now that you thought about it, he had been quieter and more pensive than usual as well… Concerned, you stood up and walked over to him. "Is everything alright? Hancock was quick to reply, his words rasping out before you had finished speaking. "Oh yeah, better than that. This is just… tricky." Hancock averted his gaze and rocked from one foot to the other before finally drawing in a deep breath and turning to face you. "It’s just… being out here with you… It’s made me realize that most of my life I’ve been running out on the good things I got.” His words were cautiously paced and carefully selected, as though he had been rehearsing this conversation in his head for quite some time. “I skipped out on my family, my life in Diamond City." Once the words started tumbling out, Hancock could not stop—so you just let him continue. “Took up with you just to get outta Goodneighbor.” He paused, his face contorting with regret. “Hell, running from myself is what made me into… into a damn ghoul…"

This caught you by surprise, because on the rare occasions that Hancock did talk about his past, he never referred to his ghoulishness so negatively. It made you realize that the mayor of Goodneighbor might be less secure about himself than he let on, and that all that confidence he exuded was just a facade. Your gaze softened, but you did not interrupt. He rarely talked about himself, let alone his past. If you said anything now, you might not get another chance to learn about the ghoul you had developed feelings for. “It’s just…” Hancock’s voice was soft, and his gaze even softer, “Being out here with you, it’s made me realize just how small time I’d been thinking, and that maybe all my running from my life, myself… maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.” The ghoul seemed less nervous than when he initiated the conversation, but something told you that there was still more to come. You had no idea what, but you could tell that what he needed right now was an open ear and support. Finally, you reached out and laid a hand upon Hancock’s arm, your fingers brushing against the crimson velvet of his coat. “You may have run,” you agreed gently, “But you always ran for a reason.” Hancock’s lips spread into a small smile. “Been trying to convince myself of that for a long time,” he said, “but hearing that coming from someone like you… I don’t know if you understand what that means to me.” There was something about the tone of his voice that gave you pause and made your heart beat just a little faster… Thinking back to how nervous he had been at the start of the conversation, a sudden realization began to dawn upon you. Could it be… “So, lemme get to the point,” Hancock continued, “Throwing in with you has been the best decision I’ve ever made. It’s like I found a part of myself I never realized was missing… which happens sometimes when you’re a Ghoul.” He gave a wry smile, a small inside joke between him and himself. “If I hadn’t taken up with you, I’d probably be in a gutter somewhere, getting gnawed on by radroaches. You have been one hell of a friend.” One hell of a friend. Your heart sank at those words, and your chest felt as though a cold fist had just pummeled through it. You swallowed the bitter taste upon your tongue. Could it be that you had misinterpreted him? He did have reputation for being… very affectionate… But then, there were times when you suspected that there may have been something more, especially with the way his voice softened and his gaze deepened… "Have… have you ever thought about us as maybe more than just friends?” As soon as those words left your mouth, you wanted to take them back. What if you had misinterpreted everything, and were just about to ruin— "Heh," Hancock breathed, a sad smile spreading across his ruined lips. "It that obvious?" His voice seemed to crack, and when you looked over at him, his face was tight, as though he was struggling to keep it passive. Before you could say anything, he plunged on, trying to cover himself. "But come on, you don’t want to wake up to this mug every morning. Never wish that on anyone I cared for…" This last part was spoken so quietly that it was barely audible against the increasing storm. "Hancock…" It was then that you realized that he was terrified of rejection, and that he really was far more insecure than he let on. And here you were worried that he only saw you as a friend, when in fact he had been harboring deep emotions for you for who knows how long. Gathering your courage, you reached out and tenderly touched his jaw, tilting his face towards yours. "Hey…" you said softly, "D-don't call yourself that. You're perfect the way you are and… nothing would make me happier than waking up to your handsome face every morning." You felt your cheeks grow warm as you tenderly caressed Hancock's scarred check. "Screw anyone who makes you feel ashamed…”

With a smile, Hancock reached up and covered your hand with his, holding it against his cheek. "Wasn't thinking about the folks doing the shaming," he murmured. He brushed his lips against your fingertips in a delicate kiss, then pulled you into a tight embrace, his face burying into the crook of your neck. You could have sworn that you felt a dampness against your skin… Tentatively, you wrapped your arms around him and gently rubbed his back. “Hancock? You… are you alright?” “Yeah…” Hancock’s voice no longer sounded nervous, but rather relieved. He went silent for a minute, then exhaled slowly. “Heh… You know… moments like this, I know all that karma stuff is bull, because no one like me should be this lucky…" For a long time, he stood there, holding your body firmly against his. Time seemed to slow to a standstill, and the world reduced to nothing but the dust, empty pews, and flickering candles around you. The storm outside had long since ended, or perhaps it was drowned out by the beating of your own heart…

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Jayne Drabble #2

After failing to get into Diamond City, Jayne makes her way with Billy to Goodneighbor instead. It's got a friendly name, so it should be welcoming, right? Oh Jayne, you are so naive, because as we all know, Finn likes to extend his own special welcome to newcomers.

Jayne stared at the man standing before her in disbelief. "Insurance?" she echoed. "Are you fuc--" she faltered, aware of the ghoul child hovering at her elbow. Someone had apparently rescued him from a fridge some weeks before, then unceremoniously dumped him in the middle of downtown Boston. Jayne had agreed to help him find his way home again, and although it was highly unlikely that his parents were still alive... she still had to watch her language, lest he learns a few new words. "Are you freaking serious?" Jayne repeated. She was pretty sure that the last time anyone used insurance was before the War. She was also almost certain that the man's proposed insurance was nothing but a scam. That sneering smile was all too familiar... "Listen, I--" Before she could say anything more, however, there was the all-too-familiar crackle of an approaching radstorm, and Jayne knew that she did not have much time. She had to get inside now or things would turn ugly, and not just for her. Thanks to the experiments performed on her, any more radiation would result in Jayne turning into a ghoul--and very likely a feral one. She could deal with ghoulification, but turning feral and harming those around her was the last thing Jayne would have wanted. Taking a deep breath, Jayne struggled to regain her composure, because the last thing you wanted to do around these types of men was show that you were scared. "Listen buddy," she said at last, "I don't have time for insurance. And maybe I just like living recklessly." This last part was a lie; Jayne was careful, but she hoped that this would be enough to get the man to back off.

But she was wrong. Oh she was so, so wrong.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," the man said. His face twisted into an ugly smile as he pulled out a knife, causing the ghoul boy to yelp with fear. He seemed more like the type to threaten people with it than actually use it, but better safe than sorry. Not knowing what else to do, and certainly not wanting to draw blood (especially in front of a child), Jayne slammed her Pip-Boy against the man's head. Almost immediately, the man's eyes rolled backward, and he slumped to the ground. Jayne's heart was pounding as she grabbed the ghoul boy's hand and led him around the man. "Is he dead?" the boy asked. "Nah, just unconscious," Jayne said, hoping that the shaking in her voice wasn't too evident. Did anyone else see what happ--oh, of course everyone saw. She had a whole frikken audience, including an Assaultron. Fortunately, no one was drawing guns at her yet, so maybe this was acceptable behavior in Goodneighbor, or maybe everyone else had grown tired of Finn. "Come on, Billy, let's go inside."

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FO4 Memories #2

Welcome to Fallout Friday! Man, Diamond City residents can really be two-faced. Take Moe, for example. At his shop, he is all happy and smiley--perhaps overly so. Then, when you meet him outside the Dug-Out Inn, his personality does a 180 and he snaps at you to get lost.

Que my last run-through where a resident talked sh!t about Nick immediately after profusely thanking him for his help.

Resident: Mr. Valentine! Mr. Valentine!

Nick: -stops, puzzled- Uh, hi there. Have we met?

Resident: No, no., but you pulled a friend of mine out of some hot water. Tall guy. Gangly. Goes by Hank. I just wanted to say thanks.

Resident: Here. -offers a gift or something-

Nick: -still surprised, but kind and gentle- Oh, now that's not necessary. I'm just glad everything turned out alright for Hank. Give him my best, will ya?

Resident: O-oh, yeah. Yeah, I'll do that. You take care.

Nick: -turns and walks away to get some noodles-

Resident: -immediately turns to me- You keep that synth away from me! D=<

Me: -thinking- wow, okay, you two-faced ****

Me: -still thinking- way to show your appreciation

Me: -still still thinking- y'know, if this were a settlement, I'd cut your power for a week.

True story. Fun fact: if a settler talks bad about one of my companions (i.e. calling Hancock a gross ghoul) I do shut off their power for a couple of days. My companions are my babies and don't deserve any rudeness.

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Mrwprtz did some headcanons for the FO4 companions dancing, amongst which was Nick Valentine doing the worm, which I desperately wanted to see. He kindly accomodated my request! Behold: Nick Valentine doing The Worm

hey @white-eagle-roleplay

i did it

nick valentine doing the worm everyone

artists, tag me if you draw the rest of the companions in the background it could be one big collab

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Loki Headcanons #1

On this Laugardar (Lokedagr), I bring you some marvelous Loki headcanons. They will be posted on Saturdays, but I can't guarantee every Saturday. If you'd like to see a drabble based on one of these, send an ask or message my way.

Despite his disdain for Midgardians, Loki still appreciates Classical music and Renaissance-era art. He will not tolerate modern music, such as pop, punk, screamo, etc. To him, this is simply "ear murder" music.

Loki finds solace in bookstores and museums... well, at east until he visits the Viking display and sees the Viking's grotesque depiction of him. He would either throw a tantrum or silently "upgrade" the statuette/illumination.

He owns a black cat whom he affectionately calls Lokitty, Prince of Asgard and Heir to the Throne. His shape-shifting nature often has people wondering if they are petting a real cat or Loki transformed into a cat. Loki relishes in people's confusion and loves to keep them guessing.

He once gave catnip to Freya's cats to see if the herb would affect them the same way in which it affected their Midgardian counterparts. Spoiler alert: it did. They were too stoned to pull Freya's chariot, and she had to use Thor's goats instead. Freya was livid, but when she confronted Loki about it, he had absolutely no idea of what she was talking about.

Loki might have come to respect Dr Strange for his talent in magic, if Dr Strange had only offered him a cup of tea instead of MAKING HIM FALL FOR THIRTY MINUTES. Unfortunately, his previous attacks on Midgard would have made any sort of friendship between them impossible.

Loki gets nightmares, and because of his deep connection to magic, they can cause him to subconsciously revert to his Jotunn form. The air around him would become impossibly cold, and frost would form in dusty tendrils on the surfaces around him...

Lastly, Loki would most definitely attach knives to a Roomba. Or several hundred Roombas. And then release them in a crowded office.

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"I Love You"

"She loves you..." ~ Thor

I asked myself, how would Loki react to hearing that someone he had long harbored feelings for loved him in return. It's something he always wanted, but he also is not a fool. He knows he did horrible things in the past, and he is fully aware that Thanos would use that special someone against him in order to keep him in line. The last thing Loki would ever want is for those to be harmed... In short, sometimes the words you want to hear end up being the most painful. Be nice. It's my first time really doing something like this.

"She loves you." "What?" Loki's eyes widened incredulously before narrowing in suspicion. He knew deep down inside that Thor was not lying, but it was much easier to pretend otherwise. There was no possible way that someone as pure as her could actually have feelings for a monster such as himself. "If this is your idea of a joke, then it is a cruel one," he said at last. "What you say--what you suggest is impossi--"

"Indeed it is true, Brother."

Loki fell silent, his chest tightening against his pounding heart. Despite his previous attempts to secure the throne, what Loki wanted more than anything was to be loved. Not for his royal status or prowess with magic, but for who and what he was. More specifically, he wanted her love. Had wanted it ever since he first saw her warm smile and heard her kind voice. There were times when he suspected that she returned his feelings, but he never actually expected it to be true. He had always assumed that it was Thor she loved. After all, it wouldn't have been the first time...

"You must have misinterpreted her words," Loki said quietly, his strained voice barely audible upon the still air. "And if by some chance that you didn't, and it is all indeed true, then she is a fool." It hurt to say this, but even Loki knew that he was undeserving of love--or so he told himself. His gut wrenched at the thought of what her reaction would be if she learned of all the heinious acts he had commited in the past, of the disguist twisting her gentle features. Not to mention, there were all the people he had become involved with that he absolutely should not have been involved with. People who would threaten, torture, and even kill her just to keep him in line. No, she couldn't--shouldn't love him, and the best thing he could do was to keep her at arm's length--

"I know that you do not mean that." Thor's voice cut through Loki's tulmultuous thoughts like distant thunder. The golden-haired god of thunder stepped forward and slung his arm around Loki's shoulders. "And I know you have feelings for her, too."

Loki winced as he sunk under the weight of Thor's arm, his face twisting in a mixture of anguish and fury. Thor meant well, but his words were only driving the figurative dagger deeper into his side. "No, you do not understand, you imbecile!" he snapped. He roughly shoved Thor's arm aside. "I'm dangerous! Being around me is dangerous! I cannot--if something were to happen--" Loki faltered, hating how Thor managed to get through and bring his vulnerable side to the surface. Finally, Loki sighed and waved Thor off. "I have had enough of this concervation," he said, "I am retiring for the evening. I would rethink disturbing me--"

"Loki?" Loki froze at the sound of her voice, not daring to turn around. How... how long had she been standing there?

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FO4 Jayne Drabble

"He's just a kid!" ~ Jayne, FO4 I asked myself what if Billy, the kid in the fridge, was released and abandoned in the wasteland, far away from his home. What if my character, Jayne found him? And what if she was trying to seek refuge in Diamond City from radstorms, raiders, and super mutants, completely unaware of the city's biggest rule?

"...we can let you in, but not the ghoul." The Diamond City guard's voice sounded unapologetic as it garbled through the speaker. "What?" Jayne stared incredulously at the speaker before glancing over at the green gate, hoping that this was all some cruel joke and that it would open. It didn't. She wanted to say a lot of things then, but bit back her tongue because said kid was right next to her, and his parents (if they were still alive) would be less than pleased to discover that their son had learned a few new words once he reunited with them. "But he's just a kid!" A radstorm crackled in the distance, warning of its approach. Jayne's shoulders tensed. Shit. And the raiders and super mutants were probably not far behind, either. They did not have much time; they needed to find shelter, and fast. "Please?" she tried again, a bit more politely this time. "Can't you just make this one exception?" "Sorry, but rules are rules. Mayor McDonough's super strict on that." "Mayor McDouchbag is more like it..." Jayne muttered too herself. What kind of place bans people based on how they look, let alone kids? But before she could take a more agressive approach, Billy spoke up. Having been abandoned before, he was already expecting the worst. "You aren't going to leave me out here, are you?" Jayne glanced down at the ghoul boy standing by her side. She had found him wandering alone a few days ago. Apparently, some asshole had let him out of a refrigerator a few weeks ago before abandoning him in the wasteland, miles away from his home. Billy was still searching for his parents when Jayne found him. Knowing what it felt to lose everything, Jayne agreed to help him. "No," Jayne said gently, "Of course not. Come on, let's go find some place else to hole up in. I'll let you play Red Menace on my pip boy, while we wait out the storm." She placed an arm around the boy's shoulder as she led him away. Then, making sure that the boy wasn't watching, Jayne quickly flipped the bird at the green gates of Douchbag City. Screw them.

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About Me

Alright guys, almost done setting this thing up. New to Tumblr, but been rping since 2004ish. This blog will mostly focus on my roleplays, muses, and headcanons, but it may also include things that I just find amusing from related fandoms. Check out my carrd below to learn more about how I rp, my rules, and my muses. Carrd: White Eagle Rp

Quick Rundown: - 30+ female - Works fulltime - Loves doubling and oc x canon pairings - I create separate ocs for separate canons - Please be over 25. Rping with someone much younger makes me uncomfortable

My Current Craves: - Anything Fallout/Fallout 4 related - I play: female oc, Danse (may try other characters) - Looking for: Hancock, your oc's For MCU, I play female oc and Loki. Looking for Bucky and your ocs.

Posting Schedule: - Marvel Monday: content related to my Marvel oc and other Marvel canons - Fallout Friday: content related to my Fallout oc and other Fallout canons, as well as funny memories from my FO4 playthroughs - Saturday: Loki Day. Why? Because Saturday was Loki's day for the ancient Vikings, much how Thursday was Thor's day

These won't occur every Monday, Friday, Saturday, etc... but when they do go up, it will be on those days. :)

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FO4 Memories

That time during my first playthrough of FO4 when Hancock finally gathered his courage to confess... Then Raiders happened.

Setting: Faneuil Hall Rooftop, nighttime

Hancock: Hey, can we talk about something? Jayne: Is something wrong?

Hancock: No, no! Just the opposite, really. It's just... difficult. Hancock: -deep breath- Being out here with you has made me---

-cue raider ambush-

-gunfire- Hancock: D=< Hancock: -runs off and starts firing back at the raiders- Hancock: Asshole!

Yeah yeah, I know, "Asshole" is one of Hancock's scripted battle messages, but the timing was perfect. "Asshole" indeed for interrupting his confession. True story. Don't worry, I had my sole survivor take him some place nice and quiet after that where he could confess in peace without being worried about getting shot at or interrupted.

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Loki would absolutely have a black cat whom he calls "Lokitty, Prince of Asgard and Rightful Heir to the Throne". He would give the cat a matching gold helm and a personal throne chair that no one else is permitted to sit in. Loki spoils the cat to no end, and insulting the cat is an insult to Loki himself.

Being in a relationship with Loki will quickly turn into a game of "Is it Loki or Lokitty?" because Loki will on occasion transform into an identical cat and demand butt scratches. And Loki will never reveal the truth, even if it was really Lokitty.