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Yeehawgust Day 29 | Pesky Varmints

https://archiveofourown.org/works/70035261

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Fallout 4, Fallout (Video Games)

Characters: Sole Survivor (Fallout), Brotherhood of Steel Character(s)

Additional Tags: Yeehawgust, Yeehawgust 2025, Evil Sole Survivor, brotherhood sole survivor, Dehumanization (I do not like the spelling of that with the Z. Gross) (I also don’t like dehumanising people) Brotherhood of Steel (Fallout), Bilingual sole survivor, german sole survivor, patriot sole survivor

Rudi tutted, her long black ponytail swishing around her scowling face, “why must the Commonwealth be full of such…” her voice filled with disgust, “varmints.”

She wore combat armour, prewar military badges pride of place. Her german accent tilted the words as she spoke them, but the sheer vitriol was all a listener could truly grasp.

“Varmints, Paladin?” A young Scribe, wearing red robes, asked the pale skinned woman.

“Ja, Scribe,” she hissed, “varmints. Pesky, stupid, useless, little, varmints.”

“The mole rats ar-“

The scribe squealed as Paladin Rudi Schleicher, “not the mole rats, fool. The,” she stared at them, blue eyes looking through the brown ones of the scribe, “Railroad. The synth-loving-communist-bastards.”

“But, we can’t get rid of them- we can’t find them, Paladin?” The scribe gulped, every muscle urging them to run.

“Now now now. Rats are easy to catch with a hint of cheese,” she smirked, “and we have that. Besides, do you know what Schleicher means?”

The scribe shook their head, knuckles white from clenching.

“It means sneaky,” she smiled, “nominative determination at its finest. A spy, named after being sneaky? What else was I to do?”

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Yeehawgust - Week 5 (Desert Blooms) - Day 29 - Pesky Varmints

"Look at the absolute state of you."

(Dutch had run in with the local wildlife, and of course, Hosea bailed him out)

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Day 29: Pesky Varmints

November, 1897. Nick and Lark lure out a gang of outlaws.

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Yeehawgust Day 29: Pesky Varmints

Varmints get a bad rap; the word means a "troublesome wild animal" and is usually thrown at rats, deer or rabbits that eat crops. But the little guys aren't so bad! Go to Quarry Junction south of New Vegas, for example, and you'll see what "troublesome" really is.

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Pesky Varmints

Most problems can be solved with shootin'. Snake by your gear Curious coyote Neighbors what don't know what a fence is when they climb over one, or so they say- easy, and going into town to restock, no one bats an eye. But the littl'uns that clatter over the woodpile The flying things that nip the horses The tourists gawking in the middle of the road- tip your hat, grit your teeth. Hands-on. Here are your scripts: Hush now, you'll be okay. You know better. Can I help you? Move along. Meet me in front of the saloon at high noon- NO. Well, maybe. Save it up to grumble later. Someone will listen. Someone will sing.

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Yeehawgust Day 5: Boot Scootin' Boogie

Two drawings for this prompt because Heart and Spade love to dance!! (And I love to draw people dancing <3) They're great dancers, especially when together, because they can read each other's cues so well. Always in sync, no matter who ends up leading.

| Carrd | INPRNT | Kofi |

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Yeehawgust 2025 Day 28, "Heat Haze"

Playing fast and loose with the prompt here (maybe it's a sweltering morning?), but I didn't want to let Yeehawgust pass by without at least one more drawing. Thanks to @khazadspoon for the idea!

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Yeehawgust Day 28: Heat Haze

Probably my one piece on time this year, but I had a vision that needed to be realized.

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Marshal just stood there, hands in the air as the small home slowly burned to the ground, a beacon of light in the desert night. All his hopes of finding any useful evidence on the gang that had temporarily used it as a safe house went up in smoke, too. Tack had hung back on the trek, and still was even after they arrived, not coming close to the flames. Very uncharacteristic, considering Tack's own beef with the gang and his love of all things...chaotic.

Marshal put the likelihood of Tack not being the cause of the fire at 40%. He just really hoped the ashes wouldn't unveil skeletons in the morning.

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heat haze

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Yeehawgust 27 and 28

Wagon Wheel

Antoni bent over the hood of the old, rusty machine outside of Novac. He was sure he could get it working again with some elbow grease. It looked a lot better than other cars, it actually looked like a car instead of a bright orange hunk of metal. Rex circled Novac, on the hunt for rad rats and mole rats, while Raul watched Antoni from the sidelines. "There's a big difference between a car's engine and a truck's airhorn." Raul said as he tossed Antoni a socket wrench. "I know. But this one is in pretty good condition. I think someone might have fixed it up before. There was old Vault Tec stuff in the trunk." "Then why was it abandoned?" "Maybe they crashed it and left it here?" Antoni shrugged. "Either way. A car is just a bunch of parts, right?" "That's not what I meant when I said that, boss." "Could you give me a hand?" Raul sighed and sat up with a grunt. He walked over and stood next to Antoni. Antoni stuck his tongue out as he worked and turned his cap around to the back. Raul chuckled and shook his head. When the sun was sinking down behind the dinky, Antoni climbed into the driver's side. "I read how to do this in an old manual." He muttered. "You can read?" Raul asked. "I mean. I looked at the pictures." He pried the underside of the steering wheel off and pulled out the wires. He crossed two together and chewed on his lip. The dashboard crackled as it sought out a radio signal. Raul climbed in on the passenger side. He touched the live wires to each other and the engine flared to life. "Fuck yeah!" Antoni pounded on the top of the dashboard. And Raul covered his ears for the inevitable honking of the car's horn. "Let's drive somewhere." Antoni said and turned his hat back around. "You should let me do that, boss." "Why? It should be easy. You just press one to go forward and one to go backward." "Yeah, better let me handle it."

Heat Haze

Ely fanned xemself with a clipboard as soldiers laid in the tent, most striped down to their underwear, some hunched over buckets, others passing what little water they had amongst themselves. Ely wasn't even in xyr full uniform, just xyr too-small under shirt and pants. It had to be the hottest afternoon of the hottest day of the year. Xe looked up as another soldier stumbled through, carrying another over their shoulder. "Collapsed on watch." She said. Ely got to work cutting off the heavy uniform to allow the patient some semblance of coolness from the oppressive sun. "Go get two buckets from the pump." Xe instructed, knowing the two water pumps were on their last legs. The water was dusty, full of sand as it came out. But any hydration was better than nothing. Even if it was cumbersome to filter it all with the poor excuse for rags. "And for god sakes, someone convince Polatli that the goddamn uniform is the biggest problem we have right now." Xe grabbed the meager collection of water from the soldiers and dampened a rag for the newcomer. Xe placed it on her forehead to cool her down. "Doc-" "What?" Ely snapped and looked up to see a first recon soldier. "Got a shipment of cactus water." "Oh thank you Jesus Christ. Help me move her to a cot." Xe gestured down at the soldier before moving the shipment of water into the tent. Xe passed around the bottles.

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Yeehawgust Day 28 | Heat Haze

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Fallout (Video Games), Fallout: New Vegas, Fallout 3

Characters: Female Lone Wanderer (Fallout), Lone Wanderer (Fallout)

Additional Tags: Yeehawgust, Yeehawgust 2025, Muslim lone wanderer, Mojave Desert, mentioned chosen one, mentioned NCR | new California republic

Silvia could not stand the heat. Biggest mistake in moving to the desert. Honestly, she did not care that her ancestors and culture used to be in the desert heat. She did not want it.

Besides, it was across a huge ocean. So maybe the deserts were different.

Who was she kidding. They’d read enough vault data to know about desert customs. She just flat out didn’t like the heat.

By Allah she missed the Vault’s air conditioning. They didn’t like to think about the Vault. Missing a past you could not have was a folly.

But seriously, her Father grew up in weather like this? The Mojave may be pretty but maybe getting to California is just not worth the effort.

She pulled her rucksack from her back, placing it on the floor beside her as she sat, kneeling, on the shifting sands.

They sighed. Maybe leaving the Capital was a mistake?

No. No.

The heat is better than that place.

She unfurled her legs, a cat who had just woken, and slung the rucksack onto her back, like a sack of potatoes.

“I wish power armour was less heavy,” she grumbled slightly, before taking a brisk pace across the desert once more.

Her blue skirt skated over the floor, collecting sand within the hem, as her brown boots sunk deep down.

She readjusted her headscarf, shifting the blue fabric, and replacing the ‘Cavaliers’ baseball cap on top. The loose bodice of her abaya flowed gently in a soft breeze, and Silvia sighed in relief.

The sun was rather pretty here. A shining ball of yellows and oranges that perfectly mixed, highlighting the beauty of the desert. Small, prickly cacti stood out, the shadows they casted a dark contrast to the pale sand.

She continued on, until the sun was trying to slip beneath the horizon. What was once a hot day shifted into a cool night, the haze of heat blurring into the embrace of chill. The sands fell around her as she made her way to the top of a small mound.

Reaching the peak, Silvia considered going into her pack, rescuing a jumper, or perhaps her lab coat, she spotted a village, just past the ridge she found herself upon.

“Good enough destination as any,” she shrugged, “find out what people think of the New California Republic.”

Grandmother had written plenty on them. Silvia was, she would admit, excited to find a democratic state. Well, considering how the last election she saw was in the so called “Republic” of Dave, it would be hard to be worse.

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Howdy, folks! It's time for the annual tradition... the Yeehawgust giveaway! This year there will be three winners, each one winning the same set of prizes.

This giveaway is open to folks who have completed and posted at least one piece based on the Yeehawgust 2025 prompts or will post one by August 31st when the giveaway closes. Reblogs don't count as entries, only entering through the form linked below counts as an entry. As usual sharing is appreciated so more people can join in!

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Day 28: Heat Haze

August, 1867. The recent storm has left small pools of run off water dotted around the landscape, Lark takes advantage of the opportunity to get the closest thing to a bath he'll see for another few weeks until the drive is over. In the summer heat, the cold water is a blesssing in more ways than one.

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Yeehawgust - Week 5 - Day 28 - Heat Haze

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yeehawgust week 5: desert blooms

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Me pulling up right at the end of August to start throwing down some Yeehawgust-inspired pieces..... blink blink. anyways!!

Yeehawgust Day 1: Stars of the Midnight Range