#baffled by the fact that nora said that. i just don't know where she was coming from.

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i do not care what nora says, there is no way andrew minyard is misoginistic

#first of all he's dating neil 'i drink my respect women juice on the daily' josten #second his best friends are betsy dobson and renee walker. both of them are strong women who have a positive influence on his life that he- #-- repeatedly is shown to think about and care for (the glass statue at the airport and walking laps during practice) #third he did everything in his power to protect cass from the emotional weight of knowing what drake was doing to him #fourth we seem him actively respect abby winfield. he listens to what she says to do. he lives with her. she's the first person he allows-- #-- near neil in the motel. he recognizes her as deserving respect more than he does wymack #i just don't understand where nora got the idea that andrew is misoginistic #he doesn't treat his female teammates any differently #the only time he's aggressive towards women is when they've violated the bro code he's developed with aaron (allison and tilda and katelyn) #and he would do that to literally anyone not just these women #baffled by the fact that nora said that. i just don't know where she was coming from. #aftg

[irradiatedpiratebooty]

Pleeeease do tell me more about Francis. Why did he leave the Children? Why did he join them in the first place? What did he do down in that bunker for three years, and what was getting out like? How did he meet the companions he hangs around with?

so, i'm gonna go in order of the timeline of events in his life. and please forgive some mistakes in the writing, i unfortunately didn't luck out with my abilities, and don't usually write anything more than footnotes. though i'm hoping the more I write out posts like this, the better i'll get :)

I also made goofy doodles to accompany the writing to compensate, and to better visualize what i'm trying to convey.

growing up, he mostly drifted from place to place with his family, which mostly consisted of him, his aunt, uncle, and two other cousins of his. his aunt adopted him at a very, very young age.

they mostly kept to DC, but eventually wanted to travel more east.

eventually though, due to family drama and disagreements, his family disbanded and he just traveled with his aunt. His aunt was VERY close with the rest of his family, so their departure took a toll on her.

she was pretty desperate to fill the void that was left, so when the children of atom offered relief from the feeling of abandonment, it didn't take much convincing.

the only catch was they had to leave DC and join the expedition to the commonwealth.

so, how did Francis join the children of atom?

Francis was about 18 at the time, and was used to just- going wherever his aunt went. so he didn't really question it and tagged along. He listened to the preachings and started to buy into the ideology himself. his aunt began to firmly believe too, so that helped condition Francis.

why did he eventually leave?

he left at the age of 20, knowing damn well what the cult does to dissenters. he was aiming to make it all the way back to DC and rejoin his family, but without the travel supplies that isn't realistically possible.

plus he's never been to Boston before, so he had no idea what direction to go in.

what did he do for 3 years?

he managed to wander his way to sanctuary, where he met Nate. (who i decided to make into an old ghoul, who protected vault 111 from the outside. he believed in the rumor that the vault was a cryo-facility, and that comforted him.)

Francis was half-dead when he wandered onto Nate's front yard, but Nate is nice and saw Francis as the exact opposite of a threat. think a newborn puppy on freshly polished tile.

he offered Francis his own bomb-shelter to stay in, taught him how to cook (which ended up being a new hobby for Francis.)

Nate is like a dad to him, so it worked out nicely.

Francis has high perception, and he's not stupid. (he just has TERRIBLE charisma)

so, with his S.P.E.C.I.A.L. attributes in mind, He began to question the fact Nate had never opened the vault, and tried to convince Nate to finally check in on his family. Nate refused at first, but after sleeping on the idea, he agreed. only to be met with the realization that his spouse was mysteriously murdered, son kidnapped, and only a recording of the crime. (thanks alternate start mod)

baffled by the fact that nobody ever opened the vault doors since the bombs fell, and now troubled with grief, Nate struggled to even face it all. Francis, wanting to repay Nate for giving him a place to live comfortably and safe from the cult who may use him to set an example for others who are thinking of turning their back on atom- promised that he'll seek out Nora's murderer, and most importantly, find their infant son.

where the rest of the game's plot plays out.

one thing to note though is his face markings. like the third eye of atom and the other rings around his face. usually its just makeup in game, but francis, at the time, wanted to prove his devotion in the most... non-lethal way he could think of. and so he got it basically tattooed. talk about regretful tattoos. with all that backstory being said, Francis is pretty happy most of the time!

sure, he's been through a lot, but he tries to see the positives in things. his main goal in life, during the acts in the main story, is to just finally have a place he can call home. maybe one with a comfy couch and a nice garden.

#my art #doodles #fallout 4 #ocs #francis #long post #i hope this isnt too much info at once! #having to restrain my impulse to dump as much information as possible #mainly because i dont want to answer everything at once #where theres no questions left for him #i know it all REEKS of fanfic but its fun #hopefully things become more coherent the more i make these :)

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

No Good(s)

@shinygoku gave me the teeniest nudge for another outtake from the Edward-in-WWI endless WIP monster, and, well, like a cat... I responded with a yowling startle.

Also, she specified 'angst' when given the choice of angst or fluff, so... well, I'd like to cackle evilly, but to be honest it's more hurt/comfort.

I haven't finished writing the messy train scene before, but suffice it to say that Edward has been struggling with full-line goods trains for like two chapters now.

But this scene was polished lovingly mostly because I do enjoy character-defining moments for OCs.

Honor and Minuet are Midland well-tanks—Kirtley's classes 690 and 780 respectively. Sequel is a class 6, Johnson's updated take on the 690/780 line. (x * y * z)

April 1916

"Where to put the train? Where to put the train? Damned if I know! It’s several tons of rotted cursed loss, ain’t it? —Thirty minutes! Thirty minutes we held the mainland train for you! And you didn’t hardly just miss it! This line is only seventy miles long, boy; where were you? Your manager told me what a rolling disaster you were, he told me we were fools to insist on keeping you here, but none of us thought it possible for an operational engine as utterly useless as this. Wasn’t the one bally thing you were made for was to go fast?—Ay! C’mon, Len; is there no way we can sell off any of this locally? Is there any salvaging anything from this?” Without waiting for a response, he furiously turned from the stationmaster back round to 125. “You may as well go and—ay, bloody Nora!” His eyes widened to see large, black, grimy tears streaking down the engine’s face.

This sort of thing is very far from unheard-of with steam engines, who, on the whole, are probably the most emotional type of machinery ever created.

As a manager, if you throw a mixture of raised voice and sarcasm their way, you'd be a fool not to expect it.

But Kane went absolutely white with horror.

"—are, are you—oh, blast it all!" He turned wildly round for human sanity and support, but all he found on the platform was the stone-faced driver and the gnomish stationmaster, the latter’s lined face currently in an extra-twisted grin at the new manager's discomfort. “W-Wa-a-a-ait. Did—did I just make a fifty-ton, fifty-mile-an-hour locomotive—"

"Cry, yes." The stationmaster's eyes glinted wickedly.

"There's no need for that," protested Kane, voice strangled. "Jesus Christ! Surely you're too old for this—how old are you, boy?"

"Mentally, sir," said the driver, with a tone of level deference and a glare of murder, "they are all, in fact, young children."

Kane managed to bristle and groan at once. "Enough of this! We'll just—I don't know—we'll magic another engine to take the Bountiful. I reckon that's all there is for it! Now stop that," he ordered the engine, still unable to look at him, then turning on his heel to twist his cap, and giving agitated pulls against his scalp that left his hair standing on edge. "I was just a bloke... running a mine... did I ask for this post..." He segued distractedly into a graphic rant about what he would do to the kaiser if he ever got his hands on him as he paced the platform.

125 had already stopped before so ordered, for he had been about as confused and horrified by the manager as the manager had been by him. If he'd deserved to be so harangued, and he did not disagree that he had, then it was baffling that the least notice, let alone abrupt cessation, should be taken of some silent tears.

He did look a right smoking, sooty, silly mess, though, and was more ashamed than ever. That's just when Honor pulled up beside him with a soft whistle.

She smiled bracingly at the other engine before saying, "Excuse me, sir. I think I can help. If I may—?"

"Please," said Kane, in the sarcasm of despair.

"Why don't my sisters and I switch jobs with 125 for these three days a week? We're quite experienced with short-distance goods, and we could station ourselves to divide the line into parts, you know. We'd make the time, sir. 125 mightn't be able to get quite as much done as the three of us do as a team, but he'd keep the yard going, and I think between us all we'd manage."

"Yeah, the yard can go hang. I need my damn train in." Kane still had a zombielike expression as he gazed at McGinty with dead eyes. "Can you shunt, with an engine like this?"

"Oh, I've heard of tender engines being turned shunter, so it must be possible. He's pretty small."

"Wonderful," said Kane, monotone. "You're speaking on behalf of your sisters, girl? The sassy one too? Minutiae or whoever the hell she is."

"Oh, yes, sir, Minuet and Sequel will be glad to help." Under Honor's kindly tone was a vein of grim matriarchal steel.

"Right. And you, boy?"

125 blinked. “Y—Yes, sir."

"I really do not understand passenger engines," said Mr. Kane, to no one in particular. He stalked back to the retreat of the station house, uncovered hair frightfully askew.

125, trying with limited success not to sniffle, looked at Honor gratefully.

"I hope you don't think I was trying to steal your train," she began.

"No, indeed! It needed to be stolen.” (Sniffle.) “Thank you."

"Don't fret," she smiled. "I've lost perishables a couple times myself. It happens, if you're at it long enough."

125 gave a choked laugh. "One month?"

"Oh, you are an early bloomer," agreed Honor, with a wink. "But you're hardly to be blamed, if you're not suited for express freight. So keep a good thought. You're all right with ballast and coal runs, and they're no joke, actually. And I think you'll like shunting.”

“I haven’t done any before, you know.”

“That’s half of why I think you’ll like it.” Honor spoke very dryly, though she still smiled. “Give it forty years and then it gets old.”

#mr. kane i advise you scarper #before you are run out of town on a rail #you are a complex character but maybe i shouldn't have introduced you to the world by making edward cry *shrug* #among this crowd it might be hard to come back from that one #ttte fic #fic snippets #ttte edward #ttte oc #ttte oc: honor #ttte: wwi #(WIP still in search of a title) #ttte #this is ttte #jobeywrites