#mag rat oc

[sealed-valkyria]

Yeah, I could just give the AAHW rodents fur patterns, but I think it’s funnier if they have little suits on. This should also serve as a good size comparison for the Mag Rats.

Also the Auditor is normal in this AU, but he shapeshifts into a snake figure frequently as well. I thought it would be fitting when dealing with an infestation of mice you caused.

Also the first time I tried using a pen for my traditional art, I thought it turned out real nice!

#madness combat #the auditor #hank j. wimbleton #mag agent #mag agent V4 #mag torture #mag rat oc #AAHW rodents #au #doodle #myart #digital #traditional #alt style

[taexual]

Ara you're actually trying to kill me, I'm sure (also this is a long one, I'm sorryyy)

he collapsed back onto the pillows and buried his face in his hands, a ridiculous smile spreading beneath his fingers as his heart continued to race in his chest.

Pls we're twinninnng, this is me reading your series btw, the definition of giggling and kicking my feet at its finest

Also, me thinks that Joon and Maggie deserve their own altar each, I love them, with him casually saving their asses and talking some sense into oc as he should, and Mags representing each of my thoughts, like

“That fucking loser,” she said. “That massive fucking piece of shit. Fucking good-for-nothing rat. Motherf—”. “Yeah, Mags,” you interjected, knowing she might not stop for a while.

Let’s kill him”. “Or, you know,” she added in response to your and Luna’s expressions, “let’s beat him up. That’ll work, too.”

I have never felt this represented in any form of media, let her continue please, Sid just keeps pissing me off and she deserves to take her frustrations out, preferably on him in a very violent way, maybe even with a brick or a chair, idk

You ended up watching each of the boys leap over the threshold of the door for no reason whatsoever, just to see who could jump the farthest—until Jungkook smacked his head right into the top of the door frame.

This has happened irl, I have no doubt about it. And I have to say, I absolutely love the way you portray the guys in the series, obviously we don't know them personally and never will, but as far as the persona each of them maintain for the public and what is shown in the media, this feels accurate and warm somehow, without engaging too much in the stereotypes, or forgetting that they're humans despite our (and the world's) expectations. I'm always glad to find writers like you to keep this thoughtful and respectful approach, even when it comes to fiction <3

Pouting, he walked over to you after everyone else had finished laughing and left. You fixed his hair, trying to bite back your laughter, and he pulled you into a hug.

Jungkook was about to object—you couldn’t remove your hands from his skin so abruptly, there was a certain procedure you had to follow to ensure he could still breathe when you were no longer touching him.

Stop it right now, this section made my heart EXPLODE, they're so mf cute, I'm so aloneeee jfc, like if you look up the word 'simp' his photo is showing up, there's no discussion

Still, he paused again by the door, giving you one last overly dramatic nod over his shoulder as if he were in a spy film. Then he left with a triumphant fist in the air after finally earning a chuckle from you.

Their banter has me squealing again, but who's surprised, honestly, this is like the 92828 time I say this, but their. dynamic. is. everything. to. me. I cannot stress enough how heartwarming it has been to see them allow themselves to express those feelings with time, so proud of my children :c

Stopping, you looked around warily until you finally spotted Minjun’s head peeking out from behind the corridor wall.

OH HEY BOO, I'm glad we're seeing more of his role here, and the entire interaction with Jude was uncomfy yes, but it brought us answers, some pity for him ngl, aswell as excitement for their plan, and it reenforced my admiration for oc, bc what a good person she is. I'm not surprised in the slightest about Sid letting his closest friend(pet) die, and I hope he rots in hell, alone and bitter while my babies live and love freely :D

Luna noticed the slight commotion and approached you. As soon as you finished telling the girls what happened to your handbag, she broke into a surprisingly graceful, but very, very drunken performance of flailing her limbs and singing, “I knew it! I fucking knew it!” while Taehyung watched her from the doorway with unmistakable fondness. He had genuinely never looked more in love.

Him and Jungkook go head to head over who is the most whipped, and I need me a partner like this, tyvm

“I am learning to be okay with others knowing, though. And I want you despite that. Despite others. Despite everything. I want to be with you.

No because I would die immediately, what do you mean oc, you cannot just say stuff like that and expect people not to propose on the spot, jk get the ring, I'll be the officiant idc

And know presenting a compilation of more tender moments from this chapter we have:

“And it’s okay,” he continued. “I can’t make decisions for you, but you’re—you have us. We’ll always have your back. We won’t sit idly if we find out the label made you resign.”

You’ve found your family when you met Rated Riot. They made bets about your relationship, they teased each other at nearly every possible moment, they complained and argued, but they supported each other with unwavering loyalty. And you were prepared to fight, if it came to it, to stay with them.

Then Maggie caught you off guard by wrapping her arms around you—as if you’d crossed Middle Earth and battled Smeagol for her phone—and you realised how safe, happy, and comfortable you felt here.

He could hear Taehyung singing along to “Do I Wanna Know?” by the drinks table while Luna and Maggie waved the flashlights on their phones dreamily for extra ambience in the dimly lit room. He could also see, most unusually, the way Hoseok and Jimin seemed to be exchanging money right behind the two girls.

All these to say that I'm a SUCKER for the platonic affection, the found-family trope, the comfort, support, silliness, honesty, and love that comes with it, and specially the way you always manage to include those fragments of their interactions, personalities and memories in the story; bc yeah oc and jk will always be the main focus, but the fact that you make the effort of showing us the characters' (both main and secondary) struggles and development really ties everything together, and makes this au one of my favorite series of all time, I genuinely have enjoyed it more than some published books, you have so much talent Ara c:

I'm sure this ask is lengthy enough, sorry about that, but I loved this part (one of my favorites for sure), and I hope you take care of yourself, see you in the next one!! 💜

babe, you are a dream come true, please don't ever apologise, you're perfect 🥺 thank you so much for sharing your beautiful thoughts and for hitting probably every single mark i was the most excited for you to read 😭🙏🏻

i love all of these characters so much, so hearing that you've enjoyed their little moments too is the biggest gift for me, thank you so much 🥺🤍🤍🤍

you are heaven-sent, i don't know what to say. your messages are absolutely, without any doubt, every writer's dream, and i seriously can't thank you enough for this!!!!!! i love you 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

#ask #alanniys #taexual; sleepwalking #also you killed me with the “this has happened irl I have no doubt about it” i am screAMING #and the fact that you found similarities between the boys we've got to know and the boys in my story is absolutely the biggest compliment #thank you so much once again 🥺🥺🥺 #i feel like i went through every emotion you mentioned feeling while i was reading this (and will do that again) 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[stormyykat]

PITTYOBER 2022

well landlubbers and skyfarers... pittyober..... just a week away!

[WRITTEN PROMPTS UNDER THE CUT]

INFO/RULES:

Each day has 2 prompts. The first prompts are more specific, while the secondary prompts are vaguer. You don’t have to do both of them! You can choose one, combine them, and even combine different days. Also, don’t worry about getting every day, skipping days is fine! This is a no pressure challenge that is simply for fun.

Artwork, writing, physical crafts and more is all welcome. Whatever you feel like making for a prompt is open game. Have fun and be creative!

This is not meant to overshadow or compete with Wiztober. I made Pittyober with the people who have less interest in Wizard101 in mind, including myself.

I’d love if you tagged your works with “pittyober” or “pittyober 2022″. I want to make sure I see everyone’s creations!!

Feel free to start making stuff before October begins. I will be doing this myself. Also, don’t feel that you have to post specific prompts on specific days. Posting stuff late or early is fine!

OC and canon are both welcome. AU and crossover are also welcome. Like I said, have fun and be creative!!!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!

origin / parents

skull island / rat

buccaneer / gold

tavern cellar / ghost

treasure / shark

deacon / map

monquista / obsidian

privateer / sneak

skyway / pride

phule / build

promotion quest / raven

captain / spider

firstmate / clockwork

queen / unicorn

birthday / party barge

musketeer / storm

cool ranch / silver

el toro / roses

mag 7. / life

miranda / death

rooke / victory

mooshu / horse

witchdoctor / shadow

moo manchu / nefarious

yum / wizard

marleybone / consequence

bishop / birds

aquila / memories

labyrinth / family

swashbuckler / the heart

valencia / the brain

#pirate101 #p101 #pitty101 #pittyober #pittyober 2022 #stormyy.png #ALSO REBLOGS WELCOMED AAAAHHH...... #shes here... wwheheeheheh

[ghostlyfirn]

It's me, Ghost!!

Other names I go by: Firnen, Snurp, Bubble, N, Mags

(Names in purple are preferred)

He/it/they kinda guy

ADHD & autism haver

90% of this account is me posting low-effort doodles. Usually related to my current interest/hyperfixations!

i draw bright stuff and don't tag it because it's not very bright for me, if an eyestrain cw is needed on one of my drawings let me know

my self-image is usually akin to that of a fictional character (hence why you will see some drawings of characters with added features. usually a crown of some sort. it's because that's how i represent me)

Incredibly Multifandom. don't feel like making separate blogs

I don't tag caps or swearing (I do it a lot.)

If you wanna use my stuff as a PFP/banner, credit me in your bio or smthn. If you want to use it for more than that, ASK ME FIRST

NSFW accounts & proshippers DNI. i am 17!!!!

↓ More info (tags, hyperfixations, etc etc) ↓

Carrd

Tags

#Firn's art - Actual drawings with actual effort

#Firn's doodles - Silly doodles

#Firn's animatics - Funny animations. Quality varies

#Firn's shitposts - Meme-related things, whether it be redraws or just overall not serious things

#Firn's texts - Text posts, irl photos, ramblings, yep

#Firn's asks - Self-explanatory I think

#Firn's reblogs - Also self-explanatory

#[character name] (me) - drawings of characters that represent me

#IRL Firn - drawings of how i look irl lol

my sona's current refsheet, if you care

Interests (bolded are fixations) full list of my interests if you want it

Kirby

Lethal Company

Wings of Fire

The Upturned

Terraria

Ultrakill

Miitopia

Pikmin

Hollow Knight

Splatoon

Mad Rat Dead

Murder Drones

Epithet Erased

Current character hyperfixations

my own ocs 🔥🔥🔥

brackens probably

#pinned #ayo this is my 100th post wth

[16magnolias]

Mags Fic Collection

Hey! Wanted to organize all my fics and related art in one convenient post.

Encanto Fics (aka my current year-long obession)

My ridiculously long Bruno x female OC fic is Just Your Ordinary, Everyday Miracle. A T-rated story featuring an all-Madrigal cast and a kind-hearted widow and her spirited, spunky six year old daughter.

Related Fics:

Love, Persevering: A Ghost Story - Rated T. Written for a series of Encantober prompts, the story of Alejandro's ghost watching his wife fall in love with an anxious rat man. Angsty. Very angsty.

Just Your Ordinary, Everyday Encounter with...Yourself? - Rated T. A delightful crossover my friends and I collaborated on between our stories Everyday Miracle and Take Back the Kingdom by impossiblefangirl0632 and Britt30 (optimistic-violinist).

My Art:

I did some humble drawings of Lucía and other OCs for the 2023 OC event encanto-extended-edition. You can see them here, (first one there is by starfangssecrets, the rest are mine), here, here, and here.

Art by Others:

(I cannot tell you how ecstatic I am that I can say that! ❤)

I commissioned the fabulous starfangssecrets to make this beautiful drawing of my OC Lucía. Thank you Star, I adore her!

Also, my amazingly talented friend optimistic-violinist (aka Britt 30 on AO3) gifted me this awesome animatic of That Scene of Bruno and Lucía dancing from Chapter 25 of Everyday Miracle. Thank you so much! You are the best! I will never be over this!

Lucía and Bruno and their rat play by impossiblefangirl0632 🥺❤❤❤ 'tis perfection

Lucía doll divine by oncexinxmyxdreams, she's lovely!

Lucía with a line up of other fantastic OCs by greenvillainredemption. Amazing!

An absolutely gorgeous chapter 1 Lucía by usedtobeguest123. Thank you so much!!!!

Other Unrelated Fics:

The (Best) Worst Nativity Ever in the History of the Encanto - Rated G. A family-friendly, slightly silly, heartfelt story in which Bruno, Camilo, and Mirabel team up to direct the Encanto's Christmas Play. Based on the book by Barbara Robinson.

All Our Yesterdays and All Our Tomorrows - Rated G. A collection of short stories written to fill Encantober 2022 prompts.

Umami - Rated G. A story about healing, using taste as a metaphor. Written for Encanto Sushi Day 2022.

No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk - Rated G. Another story about healing. Using milk as a metaphor. (At least I'm consistent!) Written for Encanto Milk Day 2022.

The Cracks Are Where the Light Gets In - Rated G. My story for the Encanto Big Bang 2022/2023. Amazing art by the wonderful devine_design_line on Instagram and Reddit.

(Not So) Silent Night, a fun Christmas fic Sceret Santa fic for ramblesanddragons.

#my writing #16magnolias

[david-rambles]

David's OCs Masterpost

FAR CRY SERIES

Deputy Cricket Dawn Rook (FC5) // Matthew Dennis (FC5) // Sister Rizpah “Maggie” Mags (FC5) // Sunny “Bunny” Mizer (FCND) //

DRAGON AGE SERIES

Eve Surana // Bernadette Cousland // Anaise Amell // Darius Tabris // Marrien Amell-Hawke // Neri Lavellan //

FALLOUT SERIES

Ana Catherine Klebitz (Fo3) // Joanne “Joey” Parker [courier 6] // Camilla (F:nv) // Judas Mason (F:nv) // August Royce "Fucker" (Fo4) // Myra Chen (Fo4) //

VAMPIRE THE MASQUERADE

Gwendolyn Graves // Yuri Stewart // Sylvia Sinclaire // Langdon Macaulay // Hatred Bathory // Lucky Morris // Dexter Drayton // Valentino Giovanni // Giorgio Melchiorre // Daphne Sullivan //

GRAND THEFT AUTO SERIES

Ljubica Belić (Lucy Bellic) [GTA IV/V/O] // Tatjana Milić Belić [GTA IV] // Lorna Wilhelmina Howell [GTAO/???] // Thomas Jared “TJ” Bentley Carmichael III [GTAO] // Guadalupe "Lupe" Benitez Garcia Howell [GTA:VC] //

MISCELLANEOUS

Valkyrie Kitagawa (CP2077) // Murphy Butcher "Rat" (Saints Row) // Mars “Duck” Remington (The Outer Worlds) // Sol (Dragon's Dogma) // Faerryn (D:OS2) // Guy/Roach (Postal) // Muiruil Maelair (BG3) // Kristoff Johan Schwartz (AoT) //

*bold are characters I'm currently focused on & open for asks💙

#david's ramblings #so overwhelmed #david's ocs

[kingollyorigami]

gaymer enjoyers come get ur food

#adventure forward #adventure forward 2 #af2 #af #gaymer #her boots are inspired from mad rat [i was listening to mad rat monday the entire time while redesigning her] #gaymer is a genderfluid lesbian fuck you /lh #mags ocs

[acevity]

meet the plastics blasting in the bg

#miaou #artcrylic #kestrel #maggot #sky #mags clapping sky on the shoulder: this is my big ballin goth bf and he hates you #mags clapping kestrel on the shoulder: and we found him in an alley doing stand up comedy to some rats #sky says fuck it to gender norms and wears eyeliner and lipstick bc it makes him feel good #i am banging my hands on the table. ask me about my toh witch ocs they are all former warrior cats converted #maggot was from a post apocalypse rp. kestrel was from a supernatural one where everyone died constantly. sky was from a normal typical one #i just. clenches fist to my chest. love making ocs and never saying anything about them ever

[guild-snail]

Fun facts about yourself: GW2 edition

✨ List 5 facts about yourself as a player and tag people to get to know the fun and surprising stuff they’re willing to share  ✨ Tagged by the lovely @pulledrosepetals~ 1. I have a very hard time playing with in game sounds (combat effects etc)! I normally turn everything off so i can focus on what's going on on screen, but I’ll listen to you/tube videos or playlists in the bg (I’ll always do a playthrough with voice acting/bg music tho when a new story comes out haha) I also make a ridiculous amount of character and oc playlists for gw2 its my secret passion(tm) (rip 8/tracks) 2. I used to do alot of wvw zurging and just general play, mainly support classes and sometimes dueling, but now i only really roam when im feeling spicy or bored i got super burnt out whoops~ I was on Mag to begin with, migrated to TC for a fair while, an atm im hopping between servers but oceanic time is suffering (Im living on FC atm roaming garbage condi stun spam ranger and condi mesmer and freelancing on support scrapper im so sorry. Condi is love condi is life) 3. I think my fav races are tied between Asura and Humans because they’re both just so inexplicably weird and i love it. (Humans=aliens, asura tiny shark rat gremlins with galaxy brains with grey morals? hell yeah hell yeah!) 4.IM ALLWAYS A SLUT FOR FARMING/MULTILOOT catch me on whatever the next big farming map is im greedy af lmao (used to command drunk SW runs back in the day when that was the big thing running around in circles collecting loot is so chill and soothing)  5.My now partner bought me gw2 nearly 6 years ago and i wouldn’t have started dating him tbh if gw2 hadn’t given me the opportunity to awkwardly flirt thru rp and mapchat shenanigans so shout out and ty gw2 for lowkey being my wingman (winggame??) I tag uHHHH EVERYONE WHO READS THIS?? I GUESS???? im bad at words and bad at these things whoops lmao

#not tagging this lmao #i dont have that much time to play atm cause of school and art but man gw2 is my main comfort game #love the world #love the aesthetic

[sealed-valkyria]

Can we use the ratcatcher AU for oc?

Of course! Feel free to make concepts derived from the AU, as it were any other world. Go wild with your ideas!

If you need a recap, the AAHW mostly consists of mice, with mags being large rats, and retainers are beavers. While Hank is a cat, Doc, Sanford, Deimos, and FellowDs 6-10 are just normal Nevadeans. Jebus is too, but he’s a pest exterminator now. The Auditor is also normal, but he shapeshifts into a snake form often. 

Choose what you wanna do to your hearts content though!

#ask #anon #AAHW rodents #au

[iximaz]

Blood-Forged ch3

Summary: Din takes his young charge to a new planet with a new plan to hide. It quickly goes sideways after he meets another Mandalorian who has never seen her own kind.

Characters: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin), Baby Yoda, enby!fem!OC

Pairings: Slow burn Din Djarin/OC because it turns out I’m a thirsty hoe

Warnings: Eh, right now it’s just in light PG-13 territory. Mentions of family death, some blood/violence/bodily harm. Will probably end up becoming smut later.

Word Count: 1110 (indefinite chapter count coming)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (you’re here!) Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Din caught Aysa’s arm as she jumped up. “Where are you going?”

“To pack?” she said, confusion visible on her face.

Din shook his head. “I’m not taking you. Not yet.”

Aysa wrenched her arm out of his grasp. “Why not?”

“I only just got to Coruscant,” Din said. “We’ll leave the moment it’s no longer safe here, but I’m not putting the kid’s life in danger because you can’t wait a little longer to be reunited with kin you’ve never met.”

Aysa bristled. She understood where he was coming from, but it still rankled in the most painful way. He’d handed her hope on a silver platter and immediately after, yanked the rug out from under her.

“Fine,” she spat.

Din just watched her, helmet as expressionless as always. Behind it, though, his face contorted. He wouldn’t have taken kindly to being told the same thing, either. He’d found a new family with his tribe, but from the sounds of things, Aysa had grown up with only herself to rely on. No wonder she jumped so quickly at the chance.

(And her first experience with Mandalorians in a decade and a half was being introduced with a fist in the face.)

Din wished briefly she’d just vanish off the ship so he could pull his helmet off and rub his eyes. This was turning out to be a hell of a day.

Aysa stood half-turned away from Din, arms crossed and back rigid beneath her armor. “…Fine,” she said again, some of the venom gone from her tone. “Gives us time to plan and prepare, I guess.”

Din nodded. “Been short on money lately,” he said. “It’ll be good to get some work.”

“Shouldn’t be hard if you’re as good a fighter as a Mandalorian’s supposed to be,” Aysa said, unable to keep the bitterness out of her voice.

Din cocked his head, studying her. “You weren’t quite old enough to begin training back on Mandalor,” he said. “Self-taught?”

Aysa shrugged. “A little. Picked up bits from some of the smugglers I hitched with,” she added. “Ran with a… rough crowd for a while, too. Just kind of learned here and there.”

“But nothing formal,” Din said. He nodded. “Alright. I’ll teach you.”

Aysa whirled around to stare at him. “Really?”

Din leaned back in his chair, hands defensively raised in case she wanted to hug him again, but she just beamed.

“Thank you!”

“What kind of Mandalorian would you be if you couldn’t fight like one?” Din said.

“A pretty sad excuse for one,” Aysa said, scuffing the heel of one of her boots on the floor. “I barely remember any of the language as it is.”

“It’ll come back with practice,” Din said in Mando’a, and Aysa gave him a small smile.

“I did understand that,” she said.

Din nodded. “That’s good. Now.” He rose from his seat, rolling his shoulders. “Your place?”

Aysa held up a hand. “Give me half an hour,” she said. “I can bring my speeder bike, then Baby doesn’t have to walk and you can pack stuff you’ll need.”

Din nodded and sat back down, listening as her footsteps faded away. Once she was out of earshot, he rose again and slid down the ladder, beginning to pack away the necessities into as few crates as he could manage. Once that was done, he waited by the door, blaster at the ready. Just in case she came back with… friends.

- - -

Aysa was true to her word, and she returned with a sleek speeder bike that she’d painted the same shade of dark green as her waist sash.

“Cute bike,” Din said after he’d given it a cursory inspection.

“Might not be the fanciest model out there, but she gets me around,” Aysa said, nudging it with her toe affectionately.

Din handed her one of the crates; she didn’t even falter at its weight as she shifted around to strap it to the back of the bike. Once they were all secured, Din disappeared back into the Razorcrest to find the kid.

Baby was waiting in the doorway, watching the proceedings with wide eyes. He cooed as Din picked him up, nestling him against his chest. “Alright, you little Womp-Rat,” Din said, swaddling him in a blanket and tugging a corner over the kid’s head to hide his ears. “You’re going to have to keep quiet until we get where we’re going. Got it?”

A tiny green hand reached up from the blanket, and Din smiled, holding out a finger for Baby to grasp.

Aysa deftly mounted her bike and kicked it into gear. “You ready?” she called, shoving her helmet back on her head.

Din secured the blanket like Omera had shown him so Baby was nestled safely against his breastplate. “Ready,” he said, swinging up behind her. He pressed a button on his arm bracer and the door to the Razorcrest shut behind them.

Aysa shifted the throttle, and they shot off through the hangar doors and into the streets of Coruscant. Almost immediately, though, she merged into the air lanes with the ease of long practice.

“Didn’t know speeder bikes could go this high,” Din called over the rush of air. If he was going to be staying with her for a while, he should really look into syncing up their voice coms.

“Only on Coruscant,” Aysa called back. “Mag-boosts from the streets below!” She increased their speed, overtaking another speeder that was going too slow for her liking.

Handy trick, that. He’d have to remember it if they ever came back.

To his surprise, Aysa steered them towards the better part of the city center. Not the nicest, but it certainly wasn’t the slum he’d been expecting. The building’s apartments had their own launching platforms for speeders outside their windows, which spoke to a very comfortable living. Aysa parked four floors from the top and tapped a command on her bracer; a safety railing rose up from the platform and locked into place.

Din’s eyebrows went up behind his helmet. “You meant comfortable,” he said, and Aysa grinned a little shyly.

“I don’t eat as well as I like, but it’s worth it to live somewhere clean,” she said. “And safe. And, you know, that doesn’t leak.”

Din nodded, unstrapping Baby from his chest and setting him on the floor. Baby toddled to the glass door and pointed up at the handle; Aysa laughed a little sheepishly and unlocked the door, pushing aside the curtain so the little one could go inside.

Din followed after, and Aysa brought up the rear, shutting the door behind her.

#mandalorian #the mandalorian #fanfic #the mandalorian fanfiction #dyn jarren #OC #baby yoda #star wars #din djarin

[daddyfuckinlonglegs]

Fallout OC Interview

So @lookbluesoup​ tagged me to do this, and I… well I did it my own way, as ever. It’s long, so I hope you wanna stick with it. If you wanna do it, I’ll list the questions as a comment. I dunno, I don’t tag people really, do it if you want to. Particularly @bagheera-is-back​ and @wasteland-mama​, and @saltsealed, but really, I’m enjoying reading them, so do it if you haven’t already. Nate ducked through the doorway, shaking the dirt from his shoes before stepping inside. Piper grinned and gestured to the chair opposite her, and untucked a small, stubby pencil from behind her ear. “Thanks for doing this, Blue. I’m sure they’ll get sick of hearing about you soon enough, but for now, we gotta give the people what they want.”  Nate nodded, settling quietly into the chair, the leather of his jacket creaking as he lowered himself down. He hitched up his trousers at the knee, sniffed, cleared his throat. Piper smiled at him, and nodded to the table next to him. “There’s a beer, if you want it. Help you relax a little.” Nate raised an eyebrow. “You tryin’ to get me drunk, Wright? Liquor me up and hope I spill something good? Not very ethical.” He smiled, a little curl at the corner of his mouth, and Piper looked alarmed. “Oh, no! No, nothing like, that, I mean, there’s… there’s some water too, just, y'know, thought…” She cleared her throat nervously. “Shall we get started?”

She regained her composure, pulling up a chair in front of Nate, backward, and leaning her notepad on the back of it, legs straddling the seat. “So, first up, tell us some basics; what’s your full name?” “Uhm, Nathan Christopher Stahl.” “Mmhmm, and how old are you?” Nate shrugged, that little smile playing at his mouth. “Old enough to know better? I dunno, I was thirty-seven when the bombs dropped. So, give or take 200 years…” Piper flashed him a small smile. “Okay, give the readers some idea of what you look like; defining features, as you see them, what do people notice about you first?” Nate shuffled, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Uhhh, I dunno, I’m…tall, sorta gangly? Black hair, sideburns. My… my nose is kinda…” He pressed his finger to the tip, pushing it up and exaggerating his nostrils. They both laughed, and he looked away to the ceiling. “What is this, anyway, a personal ad? You tell ‘em what I look like.” “Oh don’t worry, I intend to.” She laughed. He winked at her, and she dropped her eyes to the notepad, blushing slightly. Dammit he made her nervous. “Okay, so tell us a bit about where you’re from? You a Boston native, or…” He nodded. “I was. Been here my whole life, except for, y'know, deployment. I grew up pretty near where Goodneighbor is, right by the Common. Moved over to Newton when I was about eight, nine. It was a nice place.” Piper nodded enthusiastically. “I bet it was! Things must be so different now… What was it like, growing up before the war? Can you tell us a little bit about you as a kid, what kind of things you’d get up to?” Nate sat back on the sofa, slinging his arm across the back.  “Well, my dad wasn’t around so much, he was a SEAL, so he - a SEAL was like a really, uh, highly trained soldier, best of the best – so he wasn’t around all that much, me and my mom used to spend most of our weekends with my Grandpa, over in Roslindale. He was a good guy, let me pretty much do what I wanted to do, helped me build campfires and we used to go fishing sometimes. I never had the patience for fishing, so it always turned into a sorta… life lessons in a boat. Let me have a beer, smoke a cigarette, talked to me about girls, y'know, the stuff your parents wouldn’t like. My mom found out once, when I came home with beer spilled all across my pants, and boy she was mad. He was, uh, sneakier, after that. I got a lot of good memories with him.”  “My mom, well, she had a temper, but she always did her best. I think all the time alone must have really gotten to her, especially with me, being a mischievous little bastard so much of the time. I didn’t exactly make it easy for her, but I think she was dealing with more than I really understood, at the time. My dad…” He paused, cleared his throat. “My dad and I never saw eye to eye.”  Piper let him sit a moment, just in case he’d pick up the thread, but he stayed silent, looking off into the corner of the room, over his shoulder. He turned back to face her. “What’s next?” Piper nodded, licked her thumb and flicked the pages of her notepad. “Uhm… lemme see. Why don’t you tell us a little more about your association with the Minutemen? Rumour has it you’ve been promoted.” Nate laughed.  “Nice to hear the Boston rumour mill is still in tip top condition. Yeah, I’ve been… requested to take on a more directorial role. The Minutmen are certainly growing again, there’s more and more settlements being established as a network across the commonwealth, more and more people signing up to watch each others’ backs and have more folks to rely on in a crisis. Lieutenant Garvey has been hard at work, rebuilding the Castle and the ranks are looking stronger than ever, even got a team modding power armour.” He smiled, leaning forward. “For any raiders out there reading this, that’s a real gentle way of saying don’t fuck with us.” Piper grinned. “Might have to censor that one, Blue. Don’t want to offend the delicate sensibilities of the commonwealth’s finest, y'understand. What about the Institute? There’s some, uh, talk that you’ve been inside, some questions about who you’re working with?” Nate sucked his teeth, shuffling his feet uncomfortably. “I’m not in a position to address that.” He leaned forward. “Between you and me, my Geiger counter is in the shop, and this is a bigger shit show than anyone thought. You can say I avoided the question, say I said no, whatever. I can’t talk about it.” She wriggled in her seat, flipping a fresh page, her eyes flashing inquisitively. “Okay, gotcha. So… back to Lieutenant Garvey, he’s one of the people you’re often seen travelling with, and you two seem to have a pretty good chemistry. Is he a squeeze, or is it purely professional?” Nate rolled his eyes. “Wright, this is gossip mag territory. I thought you were better than that.” She shrugged, her cheeks colouring a little. “Hey, not my fault, the people wanna know.” Nate sighed. “No, he’s not a “squeeze”. We’re close, for sure, he’s someone I trust, and we’ve saved each other’s assses plenty of times. But the same goes for Nick, and for Bobby MacCr- sorry, RJ MacCready. Honestly, Valentine is… I don’t think I’d have made it without him. He really kept me in line when I was trying to go off the rails. I owe him a lot.” Piper smiled sincerely. “Yeah, Nicky’s a real good guy. Lotta heart, for a synthetic man, huh?” He nodded. Piper took a deep breath. “So, to press the question a little, is there anyone you’re involved with, currently? Romantically involved with?” Nate chuckled under his breath. “Not exactly. There’s… I’ve got, shall we say, interests.” “C'mon Blue, spill it.” She prodded. “Give us lonely commonwealth folks some hope.” He laughed. “Well, there’s… a little guy, from out of town, he knows who he is. And, well, Diamond city certainly has it’s fair share of pretty girls. Pretty girls with plenty of attitude, girls that make the authorities a little uncomfortable. I’m a sucker for a girl who knows how to get what she wants.” He met her eyes, and Piper’s stomach leapt. He’s kidding, he’s just a goddamn flirt. “Okay, so to move on… Enemies. You gotta have a fair few of them, being in your position?” Nate nodded, drawing his lips tight. “Yeah, unfortunately. The gunners, predictably, are not exactly looking to pat me on the back. The Brotherhood, we don’t see eye to eye either, I blew them off a while back and they’re not exactly pleased that we’re establishing a force of our own with the Minutemen. I spent enough time taking orders before the bombs, I’m really not looking to join up again. I’ve seen enough combat on other people’s terms.” “Do you enjoy the fighting? What’s the wildest combat story you’ve got for us? Spin us a yarn.” Nate considered, tugging a cigarette from his pocket. “Well, there’s… Do you mind?” He gestured at the cigarette, Piper shook her head. He lit up. “There’s a few, to be honest, taking out a deathclaw inside a museum, that was a traumatising experience. That’s where, y'see the scar here?” He tapped beneath his right eye. “Those things are lethal, even when you’re out of arms reach. Threw a big fucking chunk of ceiling tile at me, busted my nose pretty good, but made it out alive.” Piper whistled. “Lucky.” Nate shook his head. “Nah, I don’t believe in luck. I’m just grateful MacCready managed to do more than just shit his pants. Can’t blame him.” He inhaled and blew the smoke away quickly. “Don’t print that, he’ll kill me. There was the Castle, too. Big bastard Mirelurk, Garvey said it was a Queen, that was a close call. If I live my whole life and never have to smell another…” He shuddered, Piper laughed. “Not a fan of the aquatic life then?” “Not particularly. Bloodbugs though, they’re the… fuck those things. Can’t stand them. Bloatflies too, disgusting.” “Any critters you don’t hate?” She smiled. “Plenty. From a distance, Yao Guai are some majestic looking things, aren’t they? And mole rats, when they’re just going about their business…” He held his hands up like paws and stuck his teeth out, imitating the rats’ snuffling sound, and Piper laughed out loud. He grinned, and took another drag. “I don’t know about you, I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for them. And, maybe this is pre-war hagover, but protectrons, y'know, I kinda love the big stupid things. I used to work for RobCo, before I was in the Navy, and I always liked 'em the best.” Piper sat forward. “Used to work for RobCo? So you’re a bit of a whizz with electronics huh?” Nate shook his head, sucking the cigarette. “Not really. I was sales, I can do a bit of maintenance, and shut things down in a pinch, but I never had the flair for that stuff. My speciality was convincing people to buy stuff.” “Ahh, more of a sweet talker, huh?” “Takes one to know one, sugar.” He winked. “Yeah, I’ve always been more a lover than a fighter, and my mouth has gotten me into, and out of, plenty of trouble. Good with my hands, too, for what it’s worth.” He flicked his eyebrows in a quick arc, a half smile curling the corner of his mouth. Piper blushed again, laughing. “I can see why. You’re a rouge, aren’t you? What other tricks have you got up your sleeve?” “Well, I’m not a bad swimmer, my aim’s pretty good, I’m pretty light on my feet, make a good steak.” he laughed. “And I might not be a brute-force kinda guy, but I can hold my own.” Piper nodded. “And how was it, adjusting to the world out here? The radiation? You must’ve been pretty shocked at the mutants, and ghouls…” Nate nodded. “For sure, it was a shock. Coming out of the vault was… I was already in a bad place, freezing and alone and… y'know, everything. When I got up to the surface, I just… my knees just went out, and honestly, I sat and cried, I don’t know how long.” He stubbed out his cigarette.  “The next… I dunno, month or two, it was hard. Even just getting up, just walking around, it felt like all my bones were made of lead, my head full of water, y'know? I made it to Goodneighbor, but I was so sick, all the food I’d been scavving was poisoning me, and I didn’t know what the hell was happening. John – Mayor Hancock – got Amari to fix me up, but we, uh… he and I had some pretty serious misunderstandings back then, so I didn’t stick around to rest like I was supposed to. Nick really looked out for me around then, but… in the midst of it all he ended up being out of action, and Mayor Hancock ended up trekking into the glowing sea with me.” Piper’s face dropped. “I know. Crazy. Trust me, it was more crazy than it sounds. But he kept me alive, and we held up pretty well considering. I’ve never seen one man soak up so many chems before, but then, I wasn’t far behind.” Piper tilted her head quizically. “Are you a fan of… recreational substances, then?” Nate looked at the ceiling and chewed his lip. “Uhhh, I dunno, I have a bit of a love/hate relationship there. I’ve… been known to enjoy myself at a party, in the past, y'know, before the bombs. Sometimes a little too much. But things are different out here, and some can really change the tide of a fight. I’m not saying you should, I’m saying it’s an option, in a pinch.” Piper nodded. “D'you ever think about life before the war?” “All the time. All the time. So many places here have bits of my life attached, sometimes it’s like a little niggle in my stomach - “gee, I could really go for an ice cream right now!” - other times it’s like the floor falling out under you.” She sidestepped the obvious sore point, instead asking; “What’s ice cream?” Nate furrowed his brow. “It was… so it’s milk, like a thick cream, and they froze it, but not like a block of ice, it was… it was more like snow, I guess, like thick, sugary snow. All different flavours, you put it on a… a kinda waffle cone, and it just melted in your mouth, or you could put it in a soda and…” He paused, laughing. “It’s a lot harder to explain than I thought. But you’d have liked it. Sometimes couples went out for ice cream, like on a date, before a movie or something. I bet you’d have liked that too. I might even have offered to take you.” She laughed, smiling wistfully, eyes bright. “Sounds… tasty. You a soda kind of guy? I can’t get enough of the stuff.” “Well, I wasn’t,” he gestured, “before the war. But the fact that Nuka Cola is practically the same as it was then… it blows my mind, and it’s a nice little slice of memory. I heard some people are trying to find the formula, want to get the bottling plant up and running again. How’s that for an achievement?” He laughed, and Piper wanted to reach out and touch him, smooth her fingers across the little lines at the corners of his eyes, put her hand on his chest and feel his voice under her palm… She smiled at him. “Speaking of achievements, what would you say is the biggest one for you?” “Uhh, not being dead yet? I dunno, helping Preston re-establish the Minutemen is… it’s a huge thing, and I wouldn’t take credit for it all, but joining them, really making things better for people and really… instigating change. That’s something I’ve always wanted. I’m glad to be a part of it.” Piper nodded, scribbling frantically. “Any regrets?” Nate swept his hand through his hair, looking away again. “I dunno, that’s a big question. Yeah. I have some. I can’t really say more. Sorry.” “That’s okay. Would… would you say you have goals?” She leaned forward. “Things you’ve learned from those regrets? What do you want, what’re you working towards for the future?” He rubbed the corners of his mouth and thought for a moment. “I… guess I want to make a home again. Not just for myself, but for… for everyone out here. Just to make people feel safe, to bring a little bit of the lightness that life used to have. To give people back that… hope.” He looked at Piper, his eyes flicking from deep thought to a mischievous gleam. “Short term, I’d like that beer, and maybe to get laid. I dunno if you want to publish that though.” She laughed, blushing, closing her notebook and hopping to her feet. “I think that’s the perfect ending; giving the people hope, just like you said.” She stepped close to him, extending her hand, and he shook it warmly. “Thanks for being such a good sport, Blue. And… if you ever want to hit the road with someone, you just remember where to find me, 'kay? I’m always on the prowl for a new story, and you seem to just… scoop 'em up, by accident. I think it’d be a lot of fun, travelling with you, and I’m not too terrible with a pistol either. You gimme a shout, y'hear?” He stood, tugging his jacket down over his stomach, and nodded, smiling. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

#fallout 4 #fo4 #oc #piper wright #sole survivor #fanfic #I wrote this

[donaldresslerfanfic]

House Hunting.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 4301

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Sixty-Seven.

Chapter Index

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Ressler.

I've  always thought that the phrase "happy wife, happy life" was nothing but nonsense. I didn't undestrand how the wellbeing of someone else could affect yours so much, we were all responsible for our own happiness in the end.

It wasn't until I met, dated and eventually married Maggie that I understood the truth within that sentence. She could instantly twist the general energy of her surroundings depending if she was happy or sad.

I confirmed this statement when she got pregnant, even though some other things were happening to me, I was still very happy and as thrilled as her, when she neared down to the labor and she was insufferable, I felt that way too, and everything around me felt bad, felt negative.

So, now that we'd brought our baby home, she was just... I don't know how to describe her. I was also excited to have her, a baby really did change everything, but Maggie, she was in a trance of sorts.

She had Alma on her arms everyday, all day, she wouldn't put her down. If she had to go to the bathroom eventually she'd  left her in the crib and didn't  pick her up afterwards, but if Alma so much as sighed in discomfort she'd  pick her up and carry her. I also got to carry her a lot and I understood why she liked to have  her so much, she was like this little ball of I don't  know what and once she touched you it was electrifying, I loved having her on my chest... I just loved the baby in general.

Maggie also had a constant smile on her face when she looked down at Alma, I'd taken a lot of pictures of them both because I couldn't think of another two people who were more perfect  than them.

Mags had also recovered spectacularly which only made me admire her more. Between her and my mom staying at the house for a week after Alma was born it was a surprisingly easy transition from two to three people. Ethan had assured me I had no idea how bad it was going to get. Looking now at Mags cuddling Alma on her chest, her cheek pressed against the top of her head as she quietly patted her back, I didn't know how things could go bad.

I smiled down at them and sat next to her on the couch, I'd  just returned from leaving my mom at the airport for her to catch a quick fly back home. I had my laptop on my hand and placed it on my lap whilst sitting next to her.

I gave her a quick look, she was looking at me with a little twist of her eyebrow as she smirked a little.

"What are you doing?" She asked. I opened a few tabs and showed them to her "Oh my God" she whispered as she looked at the computer "your mom just left and your daughter has been born for barely a week, and you already want to move us out of the house"

"Precisely because she's tiny and doesn't make much of a fuss I want to move us out, when she gets bigger is going to be more difficult."

I motioned at the screen and selected a few houses.

"I want one with just one floor, the stairs are getting annoying" I selected a few things and filtered the results "does it have to be in that neighborhood?"

"It's the best neighborhood there is, I've researched it"

"Researched it" she repeated mocking me a little "the houses are expensive there"

"Don't look at the prices" I dismissed and selected a few, we spent maybe one hour looking at all the houses, the space, the bedrooms, I knew we would need to go and actually see some, but we had a pretty good idea of what we wanted.

We'd swapped items and I was now holding Alma as Mags was searching the houses. I don't know if it was a good or a bad thing to search houses with an architect, she threw around some phrases like the insulation is horrible, the floor is not good for heavy transit, the electric wiring sucks, I don't know how she knew those things just from looking at pictures but I didn't dare to question her or doubt her.

"I think this one is a really good one, it's big and the distribution is very good, it has some space for my office, the baby room, you can have an office right here, the master bedroom is abnormally big, walk-in closet sounds amazing, specially for you"

"For me?" I interrupted "you have more clothes than I do."

"Yeah but your suits take more space, and you have more shoes than I"

"No I don't"

"Yeah, you do, I've counted" she assured me with a little smile. Alma began to stir in my arms and I had to stand up to rock her, something I'd learned very quickly, to keep the baby calm you have to rock her all the time.  "And it doesn't have a big back garden, that's good because I can't be bothered to keep a back garden"

"Where's she gonna play?" She gave me a look at then at Alma.

"Inside" she replied, I tsked my tongue.

"She's not going to play inside, she has to have some things outside, I've already looked for a swing set, and a tree house"

I saw Maggie chuckle, then hold her stomach as she frowned.

"Stop, I can't laugh still" she left the computer on the couch and leaned back "listen I appreciate you being so excited but you're getting too far ahead with everything. She's not going on a swing set for at least two more years"

"Don't tell me what to do" I mocked her, she always threw that card around when I asked her not to do something, something meaningless like to not buy me things.

She gave me a little smile and leaned in to kiss my lips quietly.

"Okay, we'll look for one with the big garden, but you're going to maintain it" she pointed at me threateningly.

"I already keep the garden here"

"Well, you're used to it then" I followed her to the kitchen, leaving Alma in a little crib we had downstairs. Mags and I spent a lot of time in the kitchen/living room, so we had one little crib down here, it was a simple one and it didn't take much space, we only put her in the crib in her room when we were heading to bed.

"Playing outside boosts the inmune system and increases confidence."

"Yeah, I get it, I used to play outside too" my mom had left us quite a bit of already cooked food, I silently thanked her for that. "You just went from 0 to a 100 so fast. Are you seriously going to get her a tree house?"

"Why not?" I shrugged, Maggie let out a little smile and placed the food in the oven, then leaned in to me, I hugged her by the shoulders and kissed her forehead.

"I wouldn't have asked for anyone better than you to have kids with" she said muffled in my chest, I smiled and kissed her forehead again.

"Right back at you love"

We stood there, hugging eachother for a little while, out of all the things I'd read, one that was very important, at least for me, was the part about support and contention of the mom, Mags was still my everything and even though I'd added another person under my care, taking care of Maggie was taking care of the both of them.

We spent the rest of the night and the following day looking for houses, I was still a little grateful to the task force and to Reddington for giving me the spare time to take care of my new family, but I was getting a little restless. There had been times where I didn't have to work, but I had been stalled for 3 months now. I'd noticed that I'd fallen into another routine that didn't quite accomodate to my work, and that worried me a little. I also began to worry a bit too much about Maggie and I eventually going back to work, I didn't wanted anyone I didn't completely trust near my daughter, and the list of people I trusted was very very short, I knew we'd have to get her a babysitter as soon as Maggie could go back to work, I hated the idea already.

In the meantime between Mags and I being out of work, she still reviewed some things from the hotel and the casino, the construction was nearing down the it's completion and she was still on top of everything, it would be pretty unlike her not to be.

At the end of the first week we started to have family around, Maggie had her sister around and the kids were so amazed at the baby.

Within the end of the second week, I was taking Maggie to see a a few of  the we'd picked, I'd made sure that they were all in a very nice neighborhood I'd seen, it was a little far away from my work and Mag's, but the place was so amazingly secured I was willing to take the risk, it was fenced, it had security, cameras,  just about everything, on the way there we saw what you'd expect to see in a high-class neighborhood, people running, kids in bikes, people with their dogs.

"Aw" I heard Maggie say as she looked back. "Look at that doggy" I felt her eyes look at me from the passenger side. "Did you look?"

"I didn't, I hated dogs"

"You don't" she said, I gave her a quick look and a smile.

"I do cupcake, especially that one your sister has, the rat with legs, hate that one"

"It's a Pomeranian-"

"Hideous" I interrupted.

"Her name is Dutchess"

"They're a nightmare"

"And when she has babies, Madison said she'll give us one"

"Absolutely not" I said parking the car in the cul de sac.

I got off the car and was finally able to see the disbelief look Maggie was giving me presumably this whole time. I felt the keys in my pocket to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything, then met Maggie on the other side of the car were she was taking Alma out with her baby carrier, we had one that had a handle on top and it moved around to carry her in the basinet or to adjust  it to the back of the car.

"This is a thing" she declared as I took the carrier from her and she closed the door. It had been a while since she'd given birth but I didn't wanted her to do any sort of heavy lifting just yet.

I held her by the hand and pulled her to the front of the house.

"We'll talk about that later, for now" I motioned at the house with my hand, the one that was holding hers. "What do you think?"

We stood there for maybe a full minute whilst Maggie looked at the house.

"It's really nice, I don't like the houses that have the peaked roofs, and this one has a modern look to it, also, the big window panes are amazing, lots of natural light throughout the day, kind of a pain in the ass during winter because the glass is very-"

I knew that she was going to be like this, it was kind of her job to review the structure of the building and to look at every single thing in a house or a building, at the same time I wished she wasn't so critical about everything because it made this house hunting travesty that, a travesty.

"I get it" it said after she finished "but do you like it?"

"Oh yeah, I love it" she said with a nod. "Let's see the inside"

Inside the house, it was the reaction and behavior I was expecting of a person who is going to check out a new house.

She walked around looking at the house, the space, the rooms, the floor, the walls, then almost died when she checked the in suite bedroom and bathroom. Partially because it was a good and big bathroom, and partially because the bathtub had a curtain and I thought it would be funny to scare her.

In a millisecond it took me to pull the curtain open and stomp behind her she let out a little scream and buckled her arms to her side, as soon as she realized it was me when I hugged her from behind she began to laugh nervously, I kissed her cheek and joined her in her laugh, though she didn't have time enough time to calm down because Alma began to cry from behind us, I'd left her carrier in the naked bed of the room. Maggie quickly dashed past me and took her in her arms.

"I'm sorry I woke you up" she said as she cradled her on her chest and shushed her "daddy scared me" she said with another little chuckle.

We made our way out of the bedroom and checked the garage, it fitted both our cars perfectly.

"So, what's the verdict on this one?" I said locking the door behind me and looking at Mags, she was still holding Alma and by the looks of her she needed to be fed because she was doing that thing babies do when they have their pacifier, like a little muffled mumble to indicate that even though they had the pacifier they were about to start bawling.

"I like it a lot, the distribution is great, the spaces aren't too big or too small and the room that has the glass panel looking to the back garden? I'm in love with that one" she said over her shoulder. I opened the door and left the carrier in the seat on the back, Maggie sat down in the other side. "I'm going to feed her on the way there"

I closed the door and got in the driver seat. The other house was 5 more blocks inside the neighborhood. I liked this one because if something happened, like we get attacked or robbed, it's a major trek back to the entrance and the perps could be easily intercepted in between, the place also had a little guard post and healthcare post near this house, and those always came in handy. Needless to say, because of all this advantages this house was more expensive than the last one.

"So, about the dog" she resumed "she needs to have a dog"

"By the law, kids only need to have health, education, free life, protection, and live in an environment that enables all these rights" I looked at her in the rearview mirror "I didn't read 'dog' in the children's rights panflet"

"But pets are important to children, they stimulate their sense of social interaction and responsibility"

"So does school"

"Don" she whined, I looked at her again through the mirror and saw her pouting at me, I chuckled and turned left in the street where the house was "I want a puppy"

"You have a human puppy right there" I parked in the driveway and stopped the car. I looked back at her and Alma, she was craddling to her chest as she fed her, Maggie looked at me and pouted again. "That doesn't work anymore"

Maggie looked down at Alma again and made sure she was sleeping before she pulled her away from her chest and into the carrier again. I got off the car and made the same procedure again of taking the baby out of the car.

"Oh this is the McKenzie house" she said from the other side of the car. I walked around it as I activated the alarm.

"The McKenzie house?"

"Yeah, I did some work on it" when I got next to her I felt her hand slip into mine, together we walked up the stairs and opened the door. "I already know I like this house, the best part? The bathroom upstairs has a big walk-in shower and it has an hidro-massage system in the shower wall for your back"

We walked inside and it was my turn to be surprised, even though it wasn't furnished, the house was great, and I hoped Maggie would end up liking it because I could see myself living here. Everything was modern, the kitchen appliances were "slick" as Maggie would call them, it even had an incinerator in the corner of the kitchen island, it was a nice touch. The house had in-floor heating which I liked because Maggie tended to get sick a lot in the winter.

We'd split up because Maggie wanted to check out the house and Alma wasn't feeling the carrier anymore, so I had to ditch that and hold her.

I walked inside of one of the bedrooms to look at it, it had a decent size and the walls were painted pink, which made me decide that it was going to be Alma's room when we moved here.

"What do you think?" Alma was now awake, but I knew that it wouldn't last long, I was still holding her to my chest, I looked down at smiled, she was the cutest thing I'd ever seen "this could be your room. For your room in general I was thinking, you know-" I motioned at the space "the bed, and a doll house here, your mom says she's going the build you a tent, like a tipi tent, but also I want a whole wall painted with washable paint, so you can draw on it with markers. That's going to be a problem because you in your little kid mind are going to think that if painting in one wall is fine you're going to want to paint in all the others that are not fine but-"

"What are you doing?" Maggie called from behind me, I turned around, watched her little frown.

"You've so rudely interrupted my explanation to her about the room"

"Okay, I'm sorry" she said with a stiffled laugh.

"What's up?" I walked to her, Maggie took all the time in the world to look at Alma, smile at her, then leaned in to kiss her little cheek a few times.

"How about we get to the painful part where you tell me how much the house costs, because it's pretty obvious we can't afford it and I don't even know why where here"

I gave Maggie a little smirk.

"I don't know if 'we' can afford it, but you can"

She blinked at me once, then frowned and looked at me in disbelief.

"Am I..." She stressed the word "rich? And I didn't know?"

"Well, you are, and you do know. Your tax reports in the last years, specifically the one were you worked with Reddington..."

"I know what I did with my tax reports" she interrupted me. She continued to frown at me, then crossed her arms at her chest. "And you're okay with me buying this house with money I laundered when I worked with Reddington?"

"There's a lot of things I'm not okay with, but we already live in a house Reddington bought for you, so, why not upgrade?"

Maggie had always been very expressive with her hands and her facial expressions, I loved her when with just a little frown and a little shake of her hand she explained her whole though process.

"You-" she pointed at me "first thing, we are going to buy the house because" she gave me a fast shake of her head "I'm not going to say no if you agree but-" she pointed at me again "you're going back home, and get on a suit and go back to do your thing because your whole-" she motioned at me and my attire "polo shirt and leather jacket persona-"

I chuckled and interrupted her with a fast kiss on her lips.

"It's not you and one of us has to be the one with the principles" she continued.

I reflected a little on that phrase because she was right, and she was already the one with the direct affiliation with Reddington.

"I objectively reviewed your tax reports and your earnings and I don't see a possible in on you, and no possible conection with Reddington. You've done the laundering so meticulously and patiently that it would be stupid to doubt where the funds came from if not from your day job. I wouldn't have aimed this high if I hadn't calculated this play and it's outcomes"

Maggie gave me a little look, one that told me that she wanted to tell me something, make a comment or a witty remark, but then another one of her facial expressions told me she didn't really wanted to get in a fight with me, and she was willing to let it go.

"And I haven't compromised my principles, I'm not the one going to jail if something happens" I joked, she gave me another look to tell me that it wasn't funny, but snuck her hand on her back pocket to retrieve her phone.

"Okay, I can call my accountant and have him call the realtor and all that" she gave me a little look to make sure that I wasn't going to be backing out on the house, I just gave her a nod and  watched as she typed a quick message to someone.

When she finished, we headed out of the bedroom and out of the house, I heard her type on her phone answering to texts and things while I secured Alma in her seat and in the back of the car. Once I sat in the driver's seat and a secured my seatbelt Maggie spoke again.

"I meant what I said" I looked at her as I turned the car on and turned it on gear.

"About me going back to work?"

"About you being the one with the principles" I began to drive slowly through the neighborhood towards the exit "I don't want you to think that you're compromised forever because of the whole fixer situation, you're still good"

One of my hands slipped from the steering wheel and landed on her thigh, Maggie's hand quickly found mine.

"I only care about what you think about me, and you accepting my mistakes and what's to come. In return I accept you as you are and the deals you've made and who you've made them with" I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't see in terms of black and white anymore, like what is right and what's wrong. I mean you have the money from Reddington but so do many other people, and they live comfortable lives and no one is squeaky clean anymore... Reddington got the president of the United States to pardon Keen, so... Why should I even bother"

"Because it's who you are" she replied quickly "you're an agent, and you bring people to Justice"

I smiled to myself and parked the car almost at the entrance, I pulled on the hand break and looked at her.

"Okay, you completely glossed over the fact that I killed the National Security Advisor and I will gloss over the fact that we're going to buy a house with money that you laundered from jobs you did to the fourth most wanted criminal in America, we're even, and we can't commit any more crimes, deal?"

She chuckled at me and shook her head in disbelief.

"Okay, deal" she unbuckle her seatbelt to lean over me and kiss me, but stopped a few inches short "but wait, can we put this in effect next week? Because I still need to deal with your ex"

#the blacklist #fanfic #donald ressler #donald ressler x oc

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It’s Good to Be Queen

TRIGGER WARNING: Attempted suicide, drugs, overdose

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Characters: Porter Gage, Fallout OC (Emily)

Premise: Porter has been noticing the the Overboss (Emily) has been acting strangely. For once, he isn’t ready for what she had planned.

Porter Gage was never the emotional type. Even when he was betrayed as a younger man by what’s-his-face “Harvester,” whatever his bullshit name was, he just wiped the blood from his lip and carried on. However, one thing that put Gage on edge was a feeling - and intuition you could call it. A feeling that something was just… wrong. And what felt wrong lately was the Overboss.

Gage and Overboss Emily had grown pretty damn close in her time here in Nuka-World. He dared to say that he cared for her, not that he’d ever fuckin’ tell anyone that. That’s weak. Something someone could use against him. Of course, he kept her safe while traveling and would definitely save her if she got kidnapped, but that was all good business for everyone here at Nuka-World, especially after Emily had taken down The Disciples. Bunch of rats. But the point was, he had a pretty good idea of what she was thinking and feeling just by her body language and speech. And it was rough lately.

Out on explorative trips, the Lady Overboss was more reckless than usual, pushier, and left many useful things behind. She didn’t take radiation medication before she swam or ate, and she never stayed hydrated in the deserts. For fuck’s sake, last week she walked right up to a big mama Deathclaw without even drawing a weapon first. Gage admits, he might’ve cussed Emily out for that one, but she needed to be more careful.

Now, they hadn’t gone out into the wastes in about four days, which was… Well, it was odd, to say the least. Overboss Emily always liked to go out, even to at least look at how the parks were doing or to gather Feverfew and visit Evan on the edge of the mountain range to chat. Damn guy was always so happy. He didn’t know how he felt about them being all close. But that didn’t mean anything right now. Apart from not going out in the wastes in four day, she hadn’t even left the Grille in the last two days. THAT was even more odd. Even when she was feeling down, Emily liked to at least go and visit Mags for girl talk or go see Mason for some crude jokes instead of secluding herself.

Gage sighed and downed the rest of his beer as he sat in Cappy’s Cafe, setting the bottle down and tapping the bar softly with his fingernail. Alright. That’s enough sitting around like a fuckin bum. He’s got to ask around for some clues about what might be going on without asking the Overboss directly. He didn’t want to get them angry.

The yellow-clothed cyclops threw a couple caps on the bar for the beer and walked out. Who first? He guesses Mags Black is a good a place as any, plus it was just closer. He’d have to pay up to get her to talk though. Damn Operators and their greed. Gage walked out of the loud bar and stretched before heading across the street to The Parlor, opening the door without even waiting for the goon at the door to pat him down. By now he knew he’d lose a hand if he tried.

“Hello, Gage. What do you want now?” Mags muttered as the man walked in, filing her nails in bored fashion. “Hope you brought my some caps as a gift.”

“Get off your damn high horse, Mags. I just came to ask ya somethin’,” Gage replied irritably. Mags chuckled at his anger.

“Your know information isn’t cheap. Who’s it about this time?” She smirked. Gage’s face didn’t soften an ounce.

“The Overboss,” he said firmly, making everyone in The Parlor look over curiously. Mags furrowed a brow.

“Interesting. I have many questions, but my primary one is… Why the hell can’t you just ask her yourself?” She smirked at the sudden anger in Gage’s eyes.

“Just fuckin’ talk to me, Mags. In private.”

“Hey-” William began.

“No,” interrupted Mags. “We’ll talk. But I expect caps next time you come by.”

The two walked to a back room and Mags shooed out the few Operators out before closing the door and lighting a cigarette, the glow illuminating her expressionless face.

“Now what the hell is it?” she asked.

“I just…” Gage rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “I wanna know if you and the Overboss have been talkin’ about anythin’... worrisome lately is all.”

“What do you count as worrisome?”

“...I dunno. Sounds fuckin’ stupid, but… Wantin’ to die, I guess. Not carin’ about livin’. Anything like that.” Mags swayed a bit as she took a drag off of her cigarette as she thought to herself, most likely trying to figure out how to phrase it.

“Let’s just say that she’s feeling… Alone.”

“I came here for important information and all you can fuckin’ tell me is that she feels alone? You know how fuckin’ stupid that is?” Gage mumbled angrily. Mags raised an eyebrow and stubbed her cigarette out on the thick metal rigging of Gage’s armor.

“Listen, I told you what I’m comfortable with telling you about confidential information. And more than that, I told you without incentive of money. I don’t need you drawing conclusions where none exist. You’re very good at that,” she said coldly. Then, without another word, Mags left the room and went back to the main room. Gage came out soon after and left, yelling “Thanks for fuckin’ nothin’!” behind him as he left.

Alone. Well, that wasn’t fair. Gage was almost always with Emily. She shouldn’t feel alone. Even if he wasn’t enough, she had Mags and William and Lizzie and Mason. Mason. Just who he didn’t feel like seeing today. But what other choice did he have right now?

Porter Gage made his way towards the market, then crossed over to The Nest in the old amphitheater. He could smell the fuckin’ slobs without even walking inside. His nose hairs damn near curled at the rough smell of piss, sex, booze, and drugs, but he knows Emily was pretty close to Mason, too. Then again, the Overboss could remember everybody’s name while Porter often forgot his own. Nonetheless, she liked coming here to chat with the Alpha, so it’s the best lead he had.

Porter ignored the lady at the gate as she muttered something crass at him about coming into the Nest unannounced, but he really didn’t give a flying fuck right now. The gross smells were making his beer-buzzed brain hurt and he still had that bad feeling in the pit of his stomach about the whole situation. Gage mosied up to the throne, watching the dog fight in the arena as if he thought it interesting. He wanted to seem as calm as possible. He needed real information this time. Yes. Even if it was from the damn furry.

Gage approached the Pack Alpha quietly and stood before him, waiting for Mason to acknowledge him, admittedly a bit impatiently. His steel-toed boot tapped on the concrete steps as he waited, Mason soon looking up with a raised eyebrow.

“Can I help you?” Mason muttered sarcastically. He could tell the one-eyed Co-Boss was nervous. Or impatient. The tapping foot, the crossed arms… Hell, when he spoke, it was a million miles an hour.

“Listen, Mason, I need to ask ya about the Overboss, I’m wo-... I need to see if she’s bein’ weird or not.”

“I’m pretty sure you were gonna say you were worried there, Gage.”

“Shut the fuck and tell me what I need to know.”

“I can do one or the other, ya fuckin’ prick. Besides, I don’t even know what you want me to tell you,” Mason said, fingers playing at his moustache.

“Just… Tell me if she’s been acting weird,” Gage practically begged.

“Now, now, Gage, this is awfully unlike you. You-”

Gage had had enough, grabbing Mason by his Yao Guai finger necklace and bashing him across the face with his fist, smearing the leader’s face paint and causing some blood to dribble out from his mouth. But the Alpha just smirked as The Pack stared, some drawing their guns. Mason waved his hand to signal for everyone to go back to their business before grabbing Porter by the armor and pulling him in close, his eyes and tone menacing.

“You fuckin’ try that again, and I’ll feed your dick to the dogs,” he threatened quietly before letting go. He seemed back to his old, immature self after that. “Listen, cyclops, I didn’t notice too much out of the ordinary. We always make really shitty jokes about each other and ourselves. It keeps our egos in check. All I can say is that maybe she went a little heavy on the self-deprecation and a little light on the Pack deprecation. But who am I to complain?” Gage was quiet, pondering. “Listen, kid. I know ya worry about everything and nothing and sometimes even people who might mean something to you. But she ain’t been actin’ weird. Maybe the Boss just ain’t been seein’ eye to eye with you lately, ya know?”

“How do you figure that?” Gage asked, kind of only half in the conversation.

“Well, you’re always quick to judge her actions. Hatin’ it when she’s nice to nobodies, slippin’ extra caps to the traders, and havin’ a beer on the job. But look at you. You’ve done all the same things, thinkin’ nobody notices. No one mows ya down for it either. But you’ve always got somethin’ to say to her when she does it.”

“The fuck are you tryin’ to tell me, Mason?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing. I’m just sayin’ that maybe she needed a little space from her resident hypocrite. Take a break. Now if you go askin’ what I think you should do-”

“Which I’m not.”

“Yeah, but if you were, I’d tell you to go get some chems and chill the fuck out for a while. Alright?

“Eeyeah, whatever,” Gage muttered before turning heel and leaving the Nest, not even saying goodbye. He had too much on his mind.

Porter stopped and sat on a bench by the information terminals to think. Was he really that hypocritical? And what the hell was up with Emily being so damn gloomy to Mags and Mason? Why wasn’t she letting him, her main advisor, into her world? The man in yellow sighed and lifted his eye patch to rub both eyes as he thought to himself in the heat of the sun. Ugh. Maybe Mason was right. Maybe he just needed some chems to take the edge off. He put his eye patch on and walked into the market.

As he entered, there seemed to be a bit of a ruckus at Maddox’s stand, involving two Pack members. They were ranting and raving about something or other. He only caught bits as he approached. What he head mostly was bits of ‘What do you mean you’re out?!’ and ‘Do you know what happens when I don’t have my Psycho?!’ Gage paused as he connected the dots. Maddox, the chem dealer, who always had at least a fair amount of backstock, was completely out of Psycho, which has literally never happened before? Then, he got his explanation.

“Look, I’m sorry, I had a bunch this morning, but the Overboss came by and took everything I had! I can’t just make more appear out of thin air!” Maddox explained frantically.

Fast as lightning, Gage walked up and pushed both Pack members out of the way so he could speak with the trader.

“You said the Overboss bought all the Psycho? How much?”

“I… Why?” Maddox stammered.

“Answer the fucking question!”

“Uhh, s-something like 10 syringes, sir, why?”

Gage didn’t even reply. He ran out of the market, pushing people out the way, whether they were raiders, traders, or guests. He isn’t sure he had ever ran so fast in his goddamn life. And why? The dots connected. And he didn’t fucking like them one bit.

When Porter Gage finally got to the far end of the main park where Fizztop Grille resided, he let his facade of at least a small shred of calmness evaporate into pure terror. He frantically pushed on the elevator button, but nothing was happening. It was as if someone had cut the wire to the power. Muttering worriedly under his breath, Gage went through the doors instead and began climbing stairs. He fucking hated this. He fucking hated every single damn thing that was going on right now. The panic, the worry, the speculation, all of it. If he turned out being wrong, he swore he’d get so fucking drunk that he’d black out for the next goddamn week.

When Gage reached the top door that led to the Grille, he tried to open it, but it was stuck. No, that couldn’t be right, he just opened it this morning. Fuck. She locked it, didn’t she?

“Motherfucker… I ain’t got the hands for this shit…” the cyclops grumbled in frustration as he pulled out a screwdriver and bobby pin box. If Emily was okay, there would be a damn long talk about this shit.

He broke his first bobby pin just trying to get it in the lock and he swore gruffly. But, before he could try again, he forced himself to take a deep breath. ‘You may not have the hands for it,’ he told himself, ‘but you ain’t ever had someone worry you this much before. You can do it.’

Even with his, admittedly a bit embarrassing, peptalk, Gage still found the lock nearly unsurpassable. Three more bobby pins and still nothing even close to right.

“Alright, Gage,” he said aloud. “You’re gonna pick this lock or you’re gonna shoot your way in. You ain’t givin’ up on her.” His voice was insistent and persuasive, even to himself. His hands calmed and whether it was luck, some god, or something in the beer he had, he unlocked the door and ran inside.

His head whipped around like a dust storm as he looked for the Overboss. Where was she? Then Gage’s eyes locked onto a chair in the sun, a still and lifeless Overboss laying there, a sea of Psycho syringes at her feet.

“Boss…?” Gage said quietly as he approached. Nothing. “...Emily…?”

As the advisor drew nearer, he could see the effects of the Psycho. Though the Overboss was still and lifeless, Gage could see her heart pounding from the stimulant. She had veins popping out from their places and all of her muscles were tensed. What the fuck was he doing just standing there? Something. Something to calm the muscles down. Anything!

Unfortunately, Gage’s only inkling for trying was that he reckoned he couldn’t make it any worse at this point. He grabbed some Day Tripper and some Jet, forcing them into Emily’s system, praying to whatever the fuck was out there that it didn’t kill her. And if anything, Gage thought he would pass out from relief as he saw the Overboss’ heart and muscles calm. But this wasn’t his expertise anymore. He grabbed her and flung her over his shoulder, rushing back to the market, not giving one shit that she was heavy as hell.

Needless to say, everyone was a bit startled when Gage caved the door in with a single kick and ran over to Mackenzie Bridgeman’s stand with a near-dead-looking Overboss on his shoulder. He was sweaty, unkempt, and most of all, clearly worried. But right now, he didn’t give a damn about anything or anyone. Porter angrily brushed everything off the Doc’s table and laid Emily down.

“Ten Psycho, one Day Tripper, one Jet, now fucking FIX HER!” he commanded at the cowering woman. She looked hesitant, eyeing the other traders in the market, as if asking for their opinions.

“Sir, I-” she began.

“You say one damn thing not related to her and I’ll slit your fucking throat. I know you’re thinkin’ of stallin’ so she’ll die, but let’s get one thing straight. She dies, I’m gonna be the next Overboss. And let me tell you, if you think Colter was bad, I’d be ten times worse. Now. Do you want this death on your hands and have a fuckhole future, or would you rather just fuckin’  fix her and have a pretty damn alright life?” Gage didn’t even really understand the tyrade he went off of himself, but it sure as hell got Mackenzie moving into high gear. She found a few syringes she needed and quickly injected them.

“Th-There. I f-flushed her system and added a stabilizer. Sh-She might urinate because of the f-flush, but she’ll be okay. I promise!” Mackenzie stuttered and begged. She was surprised when Gage threw a bag at her… It was full of caps. More than what the procedure would have costed. But she wasn’t complaining.

Porter, on the other hand, said nothing. He picked Emily back up in his arms and carried her all the way back to the Grille as on-lookers gasped and whispered. His mind was on Mags and Mason. Sons of bitches. What had they not told him? Worse yet, how the fuck did they care so little as to not even suspect anything was wrong? He’d cut them both down some day. But for now, he had other business to attend to.

Back at the Grille, after Emily had had her “accident,” Gage changed her into some clean clothes in as gentlemanly a way as he could, then tucked her into bed. And then, he sat. He sat and waited. She had to wake up sometime. Mackenzie said she would. And if Mackenzie was lying, she wouldn’t see out the week. He made a promise on that.

Eventually though, minutes turned to hours and hours turned into a day and a half. A day and a half of sitting on his ass, waiting. Neither Mags and her crew nor Mason had even showed up to see about the mess of a show he had put on. It made Gage sick and angry. It was bullshit. Ugh. He had to get his mind off of this, even just a little. He knew Emily kept a book or two in her dresser in case she ever felt the need to read. Maybe that would help.

Gage stood from the bed and went to Emily’s dresser, digging around in the drawer neatly labeled “books”. At least her organization came with labels. But that’s when he found something… a bit off. A book bound in what seemed to be Gatorclaw skin. The cover said nothing, but a pencil marked a page. He opened it and saw it read a date. A diary? The Overboss had a fucking diary? Normally, he wouldn’t pry or poke around in this girly shit… but he needed to get to the bottom of this whole ordeal himself.

Gage took the diary and sat on the edge of the be there, consciously avoiding anything that wasn’t pertinent or that seemed a little too personal. But even with those stipulations, there was just so much… raw, rough material, many of the pages tear stained. When had she even written these? Gage could have sworn he always had an eye on the Overboss, but he guesses he was wrong.

Nearing the end of the written pages, the tear stains had disappeared. The writing was bland and calm. No explanation of feelings. Nothing except short passages of things like ‘I am a disgrace. I’m horrid. My family is dead. I should be dead. I hate myself and so does everyone else.’

Honestly, it scared Gage to death most when he came across a bi-columned list. One side was labeled “Live” and the other “Die”. The “Live” list was a fucking mess of scribbling out and circling and more crossing out. The “Die” list was pretty cut and dry. No real scribbling, except with spelling errors, which he would have found funny if it wasn’t in this context.

On the “Live” side, all that remained unscribbled were very silly things, like “Fancy Lad Snack Cakes”, “Dogs”, and “Haven’t killed 100 Gatorclaws yet”, as if it was even a possible goal, all the goods adding up to maybe 10. But on the “Die” side, it said things like “Family dead”, “Fat”, “Ugly”, “Worthless”, and other things like that. This side was ridiculously long.

One thing Gage noticed, though, was the smudge of new additions. The first five “Live” options had recently been crossed out with bold lines and the same writing was added to the bottom of the “Die” list, which when he read them, his blood turned cold.

It was them. Him, Mason, Mags, William, and Lizzie. The new additions. That made the “Die” list easily in the high 30’s. But Gage didn’t understand. Why were they on that side? He quickly flipped the page to look at the back side. For the first time in years, he felt a lump in his throat. ‘They’re raiders. They don’t give a fuck about me. I have reached the end of my usefulness to them. They don’t really like me at all.’

Porter closed the book slowly, his hands clammy and shaking lightly. The took a breath. Did Emily really think that? I mean, why else would she-

“Gage…?” A weak voice interrupted his thoughts. “Wh…at… are you doing… with my diary…?” Gage turned to see Emily’s eyes open weakly, the woman pale and looking hurt.

“O-Overboss… Are you okay?”

“I-” she stopped herself for a moment. “Uh… Yeah. Just went on a bit of a rush. That Psycho really knocks you out, huh?” Gage’s eyes went from worried to just plain angry.

“Goin’ on a rush doesn’t usually fuckin’ involve rushing ya to the doc for a flush and stabilizer,” he said, knuckles white from his grip on the book in his hands.

“I-I… I…” Emily couldn’t speak, and her stutters quickly digressed into shakey gasps and soon after, sobs.

Porter’s anger softened into pity and guilt as he watched her. The raider set down the diary on the edge of the bed and then moved to sit next to the woman. He was never good with emotions. At all. So he just lightly took her hand in his own and rubbed the back of it with his thumb.

All he could do was listen to Emily cry and ramble incoherently, trying to give his best encouragements, which sort of just amounted to ‘eeyeah’, ‘alright’, and ‘it’s okay’. He felt like a fucking idiot, not knowing what to say. But what he did gather from Emily’s ramblings was something along the lines of that she felt alone, unloved, lost, and hated herself. It was a lot more than that, but Gage honestly couldn’t keep track of it all, he was in such a daze yet. Soon though, he helped her sit up and he threw off his cage armor, hugging her just for a moment before softly taking her soft hands in his.

“Now, I know this ain’t gonna just solve all those problems, Boss, but I need ya to know that that ain’t the case. You ain’t ugly or worthless or useless. You’re beautiful as ya are, just like ya tell everybody else. And ya know what? The leaders and I? We ain’t even been happier than since you came around,” he explained, looking into her eyes… It felt like he was searching for something. Hope. A spark. Anything.

“B-Bu-But… All of you make fun of me and call me names and besides, I-I’m just some stupid pawn, right? I’m just some empty fucking figurehead,” she whimpered. Gage promptly shushed her and brought her head to lay on his chest.

“No, no no no, that ain’t true at all. I… I know Mason and Mags can be pretty cold, but they always mean well with you. Believe me, if they didn’t like you, they wouldn’t tease ya, they’d off ya. Trust me.”

“Well, maybe they should have-”

“Don’t you dare go sayin’ that. Ever. And right now I wanna apologize. I know I’ve been… critical of you. But it ain’t fair. You’ve been a great Boss, Emily, and I think I never realized how rough I was on ya,” Gage explained.

“I… Uh… I forgive you,” Emily said quietly, a soft blush creeping on her cheeks… He must have missed an important detail in the diary. “But… You know… I wasn’t so worried about you being hard on me… I… I, uh… Thought it was kind of cute…”

“Then why was I on that die list…?” he asked. He felt Emily’s face heat up on his chest.

“I was jealous… Of that girl you flirted with last week… I… like you a lot, Porter,” she mumbled quietly. “Fuck… Why did I say that…”

“Wait, hold on now, hold it… You wanted to die because I was too damn thick to see that you were fallin’ for me?” he said with squinted, confused eyes.

“I mean… One of a great many reasons. But yeah. I thought you would never want someone like me. So that’s why you were on the list.”

At that, Gage chuckled a bit sadly.

“Well… Overbo-... Emily… I like ya a lot, too. I just wish ya woulda said so sooner so we could have avoided this…” Just as he said this, there was a knock at the door, which was promptly busted in by the Pack Alpha, the three Operator leaders behind him.

“Alright, where the fuck is the Overboss? I just heard what happened and I had to kill someone for it and I’m fuckin’ done with this shit for today.” Mason looked over and saw Emily awake and walked over, pointing at her. “Alright. You listen here, missy. We’re all gonna have a fuckin’ talk.” Mags stepped up with William and Lizzie.

“Right here, right now,” the blonde leader added, lighting her cigarette. “You’ve put us through enough goddamn stress for one lifetime.” Mason butted in again like the Alpha he was.

“Next time ya start feelin’ like this, you’re gonna come right to me and we’re going to fuckin’  fix it!”

“HEY!” Gage yelled, still holding a scared and confused Overboss close. “All of you need to calm the fuck down, grab a chair, and start takin’ it like adults. We’re workin’ on this now, but we’re gonna act like adults. Right, Overboss?

Emily gulped softly. “Right.”

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Name: Sindy Hall Nickname: Sin/Skittles Age: 21yrs old Height: 5’7” Weight: 135lbs Eyes: Hazel-Green Hair: Red Body type: average size and curvy Pre-War Status: care-giver and aspiring artist Current Status: scavenger, collector, and part-time fixer-upper/trader/modder Relationship: Cait Spouse: None Sexuality: Bisexual Gender: Female Ethnicity: British Family: Shaun (brother) Languages: English Disabilities/ Illnesses/ Injuries: hearing impairment, depression, anxiety, BPD, PTSD, eating disorders, (Pre-War) she suffered from concussions, broken nose, broken ribs, and broken right middle/index fingers Scars: arms and legs are covered in self-inflicted scars, shoulder blade stab wound (resulted from an altercation), scar on the back-left side of her head (from having a tumor removed as a child), scar on the top of her head (from hitting her head on a table), scar on left knee (dog bite) and numerous scars covering her backside Physical traits: tattoos covering her back, bright hazel-green eyes (sometimes change color), sweet disposition, red cheeks (eczema), teeth gap and slightly crooked nose Clothing: constantly changes outfits Weapons: she likes to switch it up, but favors a good radium rifle, various swords/knives, her sniper rifle “Sneaky Bastard” and a Colt 1911 (which belonged to her mother’s ex boyfriend) Skills: lock-picking, stealth, lying, acting, making and modding clothes/armor, swordswomen Weaknesses: succumbing to the demons inside, social awkwardness, and self-destructive behavior Poor skills: communication and perception Affiliations: Minutemen & BOS Former Affiliations: Raiders Enemies: Institute Neutral: Railroad Likes: stealing/conning people (pre-minutemen), self-destructive behaviors, attention, artistic expression, books, music, collecting pre-war items, thunderstorms and campfires Dislikes: stealing (post-minutemen), abuse of any kind, being touched by most people, abandonment, rejection, radscorpions, mole rats and insects Friends: Preston Garvey, MacCready, Paladin Danse, Scribe Haylen, Kent Connolly, Nick Valentine, Ellie Perkens, Deacon and the Atom Cats Former friends: Porter Gage and Mags Pet: Dogmeat and Ash (gray tabby) Personality: cares deeply for those she loves and will protect them at all costs, understanding, compassionate, determined, awkward, sailors mouth, funny w/dirty sense of humor, sarcastic, indecisive, insecure, kinky, spontaneous, stubborn, and moody Favorite food: fresh fruits/veggies, grilled radstag, radstag stew, ribeye steak, sugar bombs, noodle cup, Yao Guai roast and ribs. Favorite beverage: Nuka Cola, lemonade, purified water and moonshine

[A LOOK INTO SINDY’S LIFE]

(Pre-War) Sindy was born in England, but her mother moved them to the states when she was 12yrs old.  She was a burden and every mistake no matter how small always seemed to have consequences of the physical or verbal nature. She spent most of her childhood isolated, sometimes locked in her room or left home alone. Sindy dropped out of school when she was 16yrs old, mostly due to being bullied.  Soon after she began living recklessly, picking up bad habits such as stealing, drinking, sleeping around etc. During this time she met her best friend Natalie who helped reel her back in. The following year she would meet her mother’s boyfriend Eric. Unfortunately her mother didn’t like that they got on so well. Shortly after receiving news of her mother’s pregnancy, things seemed to take a turn for the worse and Sindy was kicked out of the house. Soon after the baby was born, Eric finally saw Sindy’s mother for the monster she truly was. Then one night while Eric was working, her mother lost it and beat the shit out of Sindy. Natalie had received word of what was happening and tried to help Sindy, but at the cost of her own life. Eric came home to Shaun abandoned in his crib and Sindy broken and bleeding on the floor of her room. She never really recovered from the loss of not only her best friend, but the love of her life. Shortly after the incident, her mother was found dead in her car with a bullet in her head. Eventually Eric had Sindy move with him to a small suburban community right outside of Boston where she got back on track. Unfortunately it wasn’t long before the bombs fell and Sindy was alone again.

(Post-War) Sindy spends the first few months mostly wandering around the Commonwealth and finds little info on the whereabouts of her brother. She mostly keeps to herself and does what she needs to survive. Eventually she begins to lose hope which sends her into a spiral. She starts relying on her old ways and becomes the thing she hates most. Her visit to Nuka World only confirms her belief that she belongs with these kind of people. During her travels she meets Cait who is one of the reasons she betrays the raiders and seeks redemption. Sindy will never be free of the demons that try to control her or the horrible memories that haunt her and she’ll continue to fall, but always get back up again. Sindy ends up spending a lot of time scavenging ruins and sharing her past with Cait. Sometimes their adventures send them towards those in need of help which ultimately keeps the darkness at bay. One day she will open her eyes and realize there is no saving her brother, but instead her chance to start over, to fall in love, make a home and maybe even find herself. 

@thedarkdreamersleeps ;)

#fallout oc #sindy #fallout 4 #oc sheet #sole survivior

[zehamstercage]

Whoa Tess you have a million characters how am I supposed to know any of them?

Some shitty summaries of some of my OCs below the cut. By no means a comprehensive list - I’ll probably keep adding them in the future ‘cause boy howdy there are a bunch of them.

Nija

Tiefling warlock. Current character in @mypotheses‘ Fus Ro Yeah campaign, so while I’ve worked out the bare bones of her story, most of it has yet to come to light. Self-assured but mostly keeps to herself. On a mission, which currently seems to be to Do Angry Magic to anyone who threatens (her) kids or people who can’t defend themselves. Surprised when people look out for her. Team mom and actual mom. Laughs a lot but cynical af re: the world and everyone in it. A huge liar but at least most of her lies so far have synched up with the group’s intentions so it’s all gonna work out until her patron starts asking her to do real shit. She also hasn’t had the chance to use her mask of many faces yet and that’s a crying shame.

Demi

Originally a human mercenary, but most recently reskinned as a goliath monk as a backup D&D character. His story varies a bit depending on the world he’s tossed into, but the constants include a life of crime cut short by a bullet that should have killed him, and the ensuing shift in perspective that leads him to pursue a better life for him and his younger brother, Oleander. Spiritual af but has grievances with organized religion. The kind of person who can stay serene in the face of an apocalypse, which can be somewhat unsettling because he’s also capable of extreme violence without blinking an eye. Powerfully-built, the better to give good hugs and great piggyback rides.

Ollie

Also originally a human, but reskinned as a goliath with his bro. His story also varies depending on the world, but the constants include his struggle growing up with epilepsy and a family that refuses to give him the medical or physical/emotional support he needs. He struggles with his self-esteem and needs a lot of support, but he’s doing his best and with Demi looking out for him he’s gonna do great. Grade A sweetheart, does his best to make everyone around him smile and make sure no one feels excluded or lonely - he knows those feelings well and would do anything to spare someone else from feeling them. 11/10 doing his best.

Mal

Human engineer. Also, murderer. Just wants to be left alone with his wife, but life has other plans for him. Nicknames literally everyone. Can figure out how pretty much anything works by taking a little time with it. Loves to tinker, loves to build things. Works himself to the bone so he doesn’t have to sit alone with his guilty conscience. Makes really good coffee but can’t cook for shit, except for a few meals which include insects. A good chameleon dad. A good dad in general. Liable to adopt ALL the children. Refuses to work for free, but has been known to construct elaborate projects at the whim of an at-risk child for the price of ‘a smile’. Struggles with mental illness but copes... mostly.

Audrey

Human in most iterations, still working on adapting her to a high-fantasy setting but she and Ains will probably both be half-elves. Journalist, doesn’t pull her punches, could accurately be described as “three ounces of whoopass” and doesn’t care who knows it. She came from a physically abusive household, which really only served as a whetstone to her spirit and has left her with a complete intolerance for sitting idly by while vulnerable people are taken advantage of. Although she’s a few years younger than Ainsley, she is fiercely protective of her big sister and took a lot of the brunt of her dad’s anger because she knew that what was happening was wrong and was too stubborn and too angry to let Ainsley get hurt. (I can guarantee you 100% she’s going to be a paladin when she’s adapted like there really are no other options she’s gonna s m i t e those assholes)

Ainsley

Also human in most iterations, but Ains has been through the wringer in terms of genre because I love her a lot. Like Demi and Ollie, the specifics of her story do change depending on the verse, but the constants are her upbringing in a physically abusive household. Ainsley’s always been a lot quieter and more sensitive than her sister, and struggled with the lasting traumas she endured. She studied journalism with her sister, but leaned more toward magazine design, and after school went on to start her own mag with her boyfriend and former classmate. She managed to convince herself that it was the beginnings of the white picket dream for a long time, but the longer she stayed the more it paralleled her life with her father and the more it scared her. I’ve mostly played her from the moment that she discovered she was strong enough to leave the relationship and explored her learning how to exist as someone she never really thought she could be. She’s tough as nails in that she’s allowed herself to stay soft in the face of a lot of reasons to become jaded, and though her path of self-discovery is rough, she’s doing a good job. She loves storytelling, and it’s important to her to help people tell their stories in whatever way she can.

Mouse

SMASHY GNOME BARBARIAN. A tiny ray of sunshine and murder! She was a one-shot character, so her background is only a basic outline, but in summary she has a close connection with the natural world in her tribe’s territory and learned to channel her rage in the defence of her family and her animal friends. She’s besties with Aator, an eagle, and his spirit lends her unnatural strength when she rages. She is illiterate and resents people who lord their bookishness over her, but she’s a fierce friend and defender of her home and the natural world. She is nature’s wrath, and she’ll kick your ass with a brilliant smile the whole time.

Rat

So, fun story, I’ve had two characters named Rat and boy howdy they’re both Adventures but in super duper different ways. Rat in his current iteration is a Fun Time if you enjoy sewers and people who look a little bit like really tall pale skinny zombies. And music. To say that Rat’s grip on reality is tenuous would be an overstatement. He’s completely comfortable in the dark corners of the world, with only the rats and spiders for company. When he does emerge from the shadows, it is only to engage an unsuspecting guest in search of song. Rat lives and breathes for music in all its forms; he hears it in the trickle of water and the squeaks of rats, the whistle of wind and the thudding of heartbeats. He hears it in conventional song as well, and he searches tirelessly for the perfect melody - that miraculous chord that might inspire his Maya to sing again.

Frank

Human coroner. Doing his best. The kind of guy who got bullied a lot because he’s about an inch thick with giant glasses and exactly zero temper. Living with depression for a really long time, but he’s doing better now and he’s got his life kind of under control, he’s content with his job, and he has a wife and he adopted her daughter and! things are good! He loves his family a lot, and he is happy working quietly on the sidelines doing his part to make the world better. Even if it’s only tending to dead bodies and making sure they’re treated respectfully and that their families find as much peace as possible. I may or may not have him rolled up as a necromancer too sshhhh he’s doing his best.

#ocs #I should actually set up that writing sideblog but #until then have some ocs save a life #I really should commission some art so I can have some visual references for the newer folks #but that will come in time