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About the Character

Tagged by @its-sixxers (thank you!!!)

Your muse’s name: Livy Larson / “Crow”

One picture / faceclaim of your muse: drawn by @its-sixxers

Two headcanons you have for your muse?

1. Her father was always distant and unloving, and she believes that this is due to the fact that she looks nearly identical to her deceased mother. Desperate for his affection and approval she spent lots of time attempting to excel at everything any anything that she could. This leads to her being very good at lots of things that come in handy for her own survival: shooting, cooking, repairing clothes and armor, bartering, and all the things of the like.

2. It’s nearly love at first sight between her and Drummer Boy. However, her underlying issues of seeking approval from literally everyone causes some stress. She has a hard time believing that he actually enjoys her company and companionship without steady reassurance- and due to the nature of their work in the Railroad that becomes harder and harder, especially following the fall of the Switchboard.

Three things your character likes doing in their free time:

1. Livy loves to learn new things, and she usually accomplishes this by reading. In a book in the Switchboard library is actually where she learned about crows and selected her code-name.

2. Running missions. Livy likes to feel useful and going out on supply runs and other taskings for the Railroad makes her happy to be doing something good.

3. Board games. Playing with Drummer Boy or other members of the Railroad in their free time is a lot of fun, and helps everyone de-stress. She’s really good at Monopoly and Risk.

Seven people your muse loves/likes:

1. Her father’s replacement. The synth that replaced her dad was everything she ever wanted in a father, and she loved him even if he was only in her life for a year. Losing him was a serious blow to her heart and her mind.

2. Drummer Boy. While she wouldn’t call it love yet, she cares deeply about him. He keeps her steady when her loses become too much and they support each other in the field and back home.

3. Agent Bluebell. Her first friend in the Railroad and her first real friend ever. Bluebell is funny, positive, energetic, and her only competition in Risk. They spend nights together talking about love and loss, about success and failure, and Livy finds herself happier the more she opens up and learns to heal.

4. Deacon. Livy doesn’t understand why so many people in HQ find him annoying and irritating, to her he’s just the kind of person she wants to see in times like this. Even if his positive and happy-go-luck attitude is fake, he keeps HQ from collapsing under the weight of its negativity, and she’ll always appreciate that.

5. High Rise. Eventually, Livy has to leave HQ and she winds up at Ticonderoga, and when she does she finds a good friend in High Rise. Through endless operations she learns to let go of her need to be in charge and learns to respect High Rise’s authority. In return, HR learns to listen to Livy, trusting in her instincts down the line is what saves them when the Institute comes crashing down.

6. Agent Phoenix. At first Livy and Phoenix didn’t really get along when she moves to Ticon, but after relying on each other to survive a Gunner attack the two of them come to a mutual understanding. Phoenix learns that not everyone is nice just to get something from them, and Livy learns that not everyone has to like you.

7. Travis Miles. While she’s never actually met the man, she finds comfort in his awkward and often time embarrassing radio broadcasts. If given the chance, Livy would love to talk to him about music and his life in Diamond City.

A phobia your muse has:

Autophobia. Livy’s biggest fear is winding up alone. She’s lost important people to her, and the idea of being truly be herself, with no friends or family to fall back on terrifies her.

Tagging: @jornaquinn @crenarei @shadowed-lights-fallout and @kvltprince

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oc dating thing for garrett, livy, and riley?

Thank you so much!! I love my babies, and I love talking about them!!

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Garrett

Pros: loves unconditionally, puts everything he has into his relationships once he feels safe, remembers little things like preferred coffee brand/brew, soft and gentle even though he appears cold and calloused, will eat everything his lover cooks him even if it’s disgusting, eager to please

Cons: takes a long time to warm up to someone, will push back at the beginning of the relationship because he’s convinced no one would love him, will keep secrets to avoid hurting feelings, won’t stand up for himself, has a hard time standing up for his lovers in the face of opposition

Livy

Pros: remembers everything (I guess that’s a pro and con), easily forgives but doesn’t forget, willing and able to share the stress of her lovers so they don’t have to hold the burden, goes out of her way to help them, the first person to come to their defense, open and honest with her feelings

Cons: desperate for validation and continued reassurance, easily jealous, both clingy and distant depending on if she’s feeling needy or not, will NOT share her snack cakes, will sometimes put her job over her relationship, constantly worried to the point of putting her anxiety on other people

Riley

Pros: adaptable and willing to try new things, understanding of things she cannot control, honest (even if it means hurting someone’s feelings), fond of gentle touches and soft words, respects partner’s boundaries on PDA and other forms of intimacy, patient when the moment calls for it but able to switch to a more aggressive tone if needed

Cons: quick to anger, hurt easily by rejection and people’s words, takes things at face value and does not try to look into the meaning of the words, has trouble expressing her feelings in actual words, doesn’t consider “lying by omission” to be lying but mostly does it to protect herself, overprotective of her property, might shoot anyone if they try to read her journal

#oc ask meme #oc: garrett thomas #oc: livy larson #oc: riley smith #random’s ocs #randomwordsandstormydays

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01, 15, 24 for the get to know me asks, whatever babies you wanna do em for!

Thank you for the ask!! I’m going to do Livy (again because I PLAY FAVORITES), Garrett, and Bethany.

Also I apologize... I’m on mobile so there’s no break and this got long 😬

What does your characters name mean? Did you pick it for symbolism or the way it sounded?

Livy “Crow” Larson: I picked her name for a few reason. Her first name was because I liked it, it’s always been a name I associated with a sweeter kind of girl. Her Railroad codename ‘Crow’ comes from some research I did on the bird when I was writing her joining the Railroad. Crows are fiercely loyal, often times putting themselves in harm’s way to help members of the flock. They are extremely intelligent, remember both those who treat them right and those who do them wrong. And they’re often misunderstood, associated with things that might not really represent who they are. All those things apply to Livy. And then Larson... well as a kid I was a huge fan of Eddsworld on YouTube. My favorite character was Tord Larson (and my first tumblr was named after him), so I made sure one of my characters had his name. Plus, Tord was a fighter, a little hot headed but also goofy in his own way, traits I also associate with Liv.

Garrett Thomas: His name is a lot more simply. I had a really good friend in high school named Garrett, and I decided that I liked his name and that I was going to steal it. As for Thomas, same thing, one of my friend’s last name is Thomas and I thought it fit well with the first name Garrett. Also, Garrett is a bit of a loner, like to isolate himself to tinker around and finds working with machines more favorable to dealing with people. My friend was like that for a long time, and I sort of incorporated that personality into Garrett.

Bethany Sawyer: I actually don’t remember where I can up with her first name, I think I just looked at her face and was like “she’s a Bethany” and went with it. As for her last name... part of my work is filing case files by name, and to be 100% honest a lot of the last names came from files I saw and went “oooo I like that one” and I stole it. (Fun fact: one of my OCs names is identical to one of those files, all you know is it isn’t one of these three).

15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear?

Livy: she doesn’t know the name of the Courser that nearly killed her and recalled her father (who she didn’t know was a replacement), but just the thought of him has her heart racing. Often times she’ll wake up in a cold sweat from nightmares where all she can recall is the man’s face. Other times she’ll see a man who looks similar to him and she’ll freeze up, before being overcome with anger or fear- it’s a tossup of which one depending on her mood prior to seeing the person. It’s only once she realizes that it’s not the Courser that she relaxes and feels as if she can breathe again.

Garrett: Knight Henderson, Paladin Fenris, and Sentinal Quinton. The three people responsible for his husband’s death. When Andrew started to turn into a ghoul, Garret and him agreed to keep it a secret from the Brotherhood, knowing the outcome would never be good. Paladin Fenris discovers the secret, as Andrew’s superior, and reports it. Knight Henderson is the one who escorts Garrett to the other two once the secret is out, and Sentinal Quinton is the one who makes his choose: kill Andrew and prove his loyalty, or watch him murdered before being charged with treason and spend the rest of his life rotting in jail. He chooses to kill Andrew, a mercy killing- better to be taken out by someone you love, who loves you, than shot like a dog by people who think you less than human. Garrett never forgives them, and spends the rest of his time with the Brotherhood, only finally manages to escape from under their thumb when they make it to the Commonwealth. He has plans to hunt them down, take them out, but struggles to find the opportunities to do so.

Bethany: there’s not a person that does that, but even the mention of a deathclaw has her shivering in fear. Growing up they had always been scary, terrible monsters, but it wasn’t until one killed her sister- leaving her torn beyond recognition- that the real fear set in. If she sees one in the Commonwealth she freezes, unable to take a single step until it’s gone from her sight, and the only reason she’s not dead yet is because she’s a sniper, and she’s usually on top of a building when she’s spots them.

In their own words, how would you character describe what their lover is like?

Livy: “Drummer Boy is observant. He listens to what I say, remembers what I do and do not like, and never fails to make me smile. I’ve never met someone who cares enough to think about me before themselves, and take the initiative to make me feel loved. Even when the Railroad has us out on missions or running around to get deaddrops, he takes the time to make sure I’m alright. He always ensures that there’s a fancy lad waiting for me when I come back to HQ, and I know that if push came to shove, he’d have my back against anything.”

Garrett: “Andrew annoyed the shit out of me when I first met him, but he’s persistent and he never gave up on me. By the time he asked me out I was half way in love already. He’s always got some joke or ready comment ready, and won’t take no for an answer. He’s the only person that doesn’t make me feel drained after having to deal with him. He’s kind and puts time and effort into everything he does- it’s what made me fall in love with him. No one will ever compare.”

Bethany: “Maccready’s dedicated. To his work, to his son, to me. He’ll risk his life to keep his family safe, and I’ve been lucky enough to earn myself a spot in his. But he’s also insecure, losing Lucy left a hole that I’m not sure I’ll ever fill. He’s unsure of making decisions when it comes to Duncan, because as much as he loves him, Maccready doesn’t know what a good dad is supposed to be, so he worried he’s ruining Duncan’s life. Which also makes him overprotective sometimes. He’s terrified to lose another person he loves, and it means I have to talk him down, remind him that I’ve survived this long without him at my side 24/7. But he’s full of love, and it’s easy to see that in everything he does.”

#ask meme #answered #it’s-sixxers #random talks #randomwordsandstormydays #oc: livy larson #oc: garrett thomas #oc: bethany sawyer #random’s ocs

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47. Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along?

Thanks for the ask! I’m gonna do Livy, Olivia, and Carter 😊

Livy: 100% extroverted here. She’s the leader of any group she’s allowed to be in, and sort of designated herself as the “mom friend”. She’s fiercely protective and loyal and she uses those traits to take charge. But she’s also the kind of girl to listen to other people, get a feel for their opinions and change plans if not everyone is on board with the game plan. The one time she doesn’t take charge is when she joins the Railroad, she relies heavily on Drummer Boy until she learns the ropes because she’s out of her element. Doesn’t mean she’s not leading the bi-weekly poker game though.

Olivia: natural born leader, but uses her leadership skills to cover her insecurities when it comes to making friends. As the daughter of a high-ranking Gunner she learned very young that if you don’t take charge, then you’ll be forced to follow orders you don’t agree with. She’s steadfast and determined and doesn’t budge when it comes to both personal and professional leadership situations. It’s caused a few problems in her personal life, friends are few and far between, and it’s left some rough patches with her boyfriend Conner. Still, she has ambitions of leaving the Gunners, and her inability to bend or conform might become a problem if she joins up with another group.

Carter: more like a puppy than a person. Ten pounds of crazy in a five pound sack, you’ll never meet a more happy and outgoing raider.... but even though he’s a raider, he’s never given an order in his life and wouldn’t even know what to do if he had to make a decision. Would follow his friends to the end of the Earth, but would not offer up any type of help when it came to planning or preparing. He’s happy to follow along, but that doesn’t mean you can walk all over him. He’ll still stab anyone who tries to make him do anything he doesn’t want, but as long as you’re not trying to screw him over, he’s happy to trail behind.

#ask meme #answered #Leporidaefluff #random talks #randomwordaamdstoemycaus #oc: livy larson #oc: conner douden #oc: olivia pratt #random’s ocs

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Character Aesthetic: Livy Larson aka Crow

Fallout 4

Livy lived with her father until a Courser came to her home to retrieve him, revealing that he had been replaced nearly a year prior. Afterwards, she joined the Railroad, seeking revenge on the Institute for taking her dad from her, and looking for answers. She chose the code name Crow, and the rest is history.

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Aesthetic Tag

Tagged by @its-sixxers

Tagging @valkyriejack @ultrastimpaks @kvltprince and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it, say I tagged you!

bold the aesthetic that applies to your muse. italicize what can sometimes apply to your muse.

I’m going to do one from each game I have an OC for. Under a read more because wow.

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LIVY “CROW” LARSON (Fallout 4)

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.

tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your knee socks on.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.

dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

RILEY SMITH (Fallout: New Vegas)

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

DEPUTY NOVA WILSON (Far Cry 5)

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

This was a ton of fun, thanks for the tag!

#oc: livy larson #oc: riley smith #oc: nova wilson #randomwordsandstormydays

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Archive Of Fics

Hey guys! For those of you that like my OC work I’ve also posted all my stories on Archive of our own for easier reading.

If you would like to leave a kudo, comment, or just re-read some of my OC work that you liked previously just click here!

#random’s ocs #randomwordsandstormydays #archiveofourown #oc: livy larson #oc: conner sellmyer #oc: olivia pratt #oc: garrett thomas #oc: mandy sepha #oc: ella/e3 47 #oc: liam harper #fallout 4

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OC Writings - Master list

This is a collection of all my writings for my OCs. This is by no means a complete list so some people are listed here but have no writings. Have no fear, however, I will update this as I continue to write and post.

Bethany Sawyer

Veronica Flynn

Andrea Carlisle

Conner Sellmyer

Carter Douden

Elliot Smith

Caroline Holmes

Liam Harper

Olivia Pratt

Garrett Thomas

Livy Larson

Jessie Anders

Mandy Sepha

Ella/E3-47

#oc: bethany sawyer #oc: veronica flynn #oc: andrea carlisle #oc: conner sellmyer #oc: carter douden #oc: elliot smith #oc: caroline holmes #oc: olivia pratt #oc: garrett thomas #oc: livy larson #oc: jessie anders #oc: mandy sepha #oc: ella/E3-47 #random's ocs

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The One Where Livy Loses Her Dad

Here’s the first thing I’ve written for one of my OCs. This is the scene/situation that leads to Livy “Crow” Larson joining the Railroad. Please read and let me know what you think.

TW: character death, graphic depictions of violence

As the stone path that marks her home comes into view a vague sense of wrongness slides down Livy’s spine. It sends a shiver across her body and she picks up her pace, being extra careful to scan for the ferals that are attracted to this area. Her eyes dart back and forth quickly, soaking in details of her homestead. All seems to be in order and her shoulders drop, tension sliding out of them.

She’s about to call out for her father, to let him know that she’s home safe, when a man materializes out of thin air, surrounded by a bright blue light. Her arm comes up to block the brightness from her eyes and by the time she lowers it the figure is gone, and the front door to her house is swinging shut.

What the fuck?

Immediately, she shifts on her heel and takes off for the side of her house, where the windows will give her a view into the rooms on the first floor. As she approaches she can hear voices, one of which she recognizes as her father’s, the other she cannot identify. Her grip tightens on her pistol as she hears the fear in her dad’s voice. Never has he sounded like that before.

“What are you doing here?” It’s impossible for her to even picture the look that her dad must be wearing, the uncertainty that must be in his eyes. It seems like he knows this man, but is scared of him just the same.

“F3-27, your mission has been terminated. You are to report back to Dr. Ayo for memory wiping and relocation.”

Livy’s heart skips a beat from inside her chest at the implication that the strange man inside her home has just made. Her father is a synth? That’s what that string of letters and numbers mean, right?

“No, that’s not right. I’ve only been here a year.”

Blood pounds in Livy’s ears as the confirmation worms its way into her heart. Her dad was replaced by a synth copy a year ago. Suddenly, it all makes sense.

Her whole life her father had been distant and cold, only doing the bare minimum to keep her alive. Nothing she did was ever good enough for him, and it was clear to her that he only stayed out of loyalty to her dead mother. It was hard for her to blame him, according to their neighbors she was nearly identical to the woman that had birthed her, and she was positive that the physical reminder she presented is what kept him from being the dad she needed him to be. Still, it hurt.

Even though she knew that nothing she ever did would be enough, she still tried. Every task she was given, she mastered, her attempt at pleasing him. No one she knew could match her skills with a pistol, and she was an expert shot with a rifle. Any random assortment of food items could be dropped in her lap and she could cook them into something delicious. She trained herself to be observant, not wanting to miss out on any scrap or supplies because they might be hidden from plain view. The caravaners were so impressed with her sewing that they often paid her extra caps to fix up garments anytime they came by, so that they could sell them for more money later on down the line. Over and over again she proved that she was the best at any task she could be given.

Still, he never thanked her for her hard work, never smiled at her like she belonged, never once did he say that he was proud of her.

Then, one day, it all changed. Her father had left three days prior for a trip to Bunker Hill, and when he came home, he was a different man. The door swung open when she was halfway through cooking dinner, but she still turned to welcome him, even though she knew that she was more likely to get ignored than to be acknowledged. She dropped the bowl she was carrying in shock when he smiled at her.

The glass shattering jolted her out of her staring and she dropped to the floor, apologizing for her clumsiness. When her father knelt down next to her and began to help her pick up the pieces she froze, unable to move. She watched, brows drawn tightly downwards and mouth partially open, as he gently pried the glass off the floor and then took the large shards from her own palms. Her body had not moved an inch by the time he returned from the trashcan and he looked down at her. She recognized confusion in the tilt of his head and the raise of his brow, she had seen that look before, but etched into his cheeks and eyes was also the presence of amusement.

“Livy, what are you doing on the floor, still?” Before she could answer his face shifted into one of concern. “Are you hurt? Did any of the glass cut you?” He dropped to his knees in front of her and took her writs gently in his hands before turning them over to look for injury.

She can’t recall the last time her father actually touched her. Her muscles begin to thaw as he inspected her for any cuts, and by the time he’s done her limbs are working normally again.

“No, I’m not hurt. Just shocked is all.” He let her pull back and stand up, didn’t try and stop her at all. That answer must satisfy him because he stood and began to clear the table, she turned back to the pot of food and continued stirring.

“As long as you’re okay, that’s what matters.” From behind her she heard him take in a deep breath. “What is that? It smells amazing.”

Her voice wavered a bit when she answered. “It’s ragstag stew with tatos, carrots, and some mutfruit.” His response is little more than a humming sound, but for some reason it brought a smile onto her face.

From that night on, he was the father she had always dreamed of. He complimented her abilities, thanked her for everything she did around the home, and told her at least once a week how proud of her he was. It was everything she ever wanted.

Now, a year later, she knows exactly why, because the man that came home that day wasn’t her father.

The strange man’s voice jerks her out of her memories. “Your presence here is no longer required. You will comply, or I will use your recall code.”

“Please, please just let me say goodbye to my daughter.” The pleading tone has tears springing into her eyes. It doesn’t matter that he’s not her biological father, he was a parent to her in all the ways that mattered. So what if he’s a synth? The man in there pleading to say goodbye to her is her dad, no matter what anyone else says. She has to find a way to save him.

As she sneaks along the wall towards her back door the conversation continues. “That girl is not your daughter, you are not her father. In fact, you are not even a real person.”

Anger bubbles up from inside her, fuck that guy, what does he know?

“She’ll worry if I’m gone, at least let me write her a note, something, anything.”

The desperation she senses is foreign and it scares her, because he’s right. If she had come home and he was gone, no note, no letter, no holotape, she would worry. That worry would have turned to panic if he didn’t come home that night. Her panic would turn to desperation when he didn’t come home for a few days. And when he didn’t come home after a week she would have taken off to go find him, completely unaware that her search would have been useless, since he had been taken.

The backdoor has a screen, and through it she can finally see what’s going on. Her father is dressed in his field clothes, covered in dirt and on his knees, facing her. His eyes don’t drop down to look at her, though, his focus is fully on the other man in the room. Her heart pounds a little harder and a lot faster when she takes in the intruder.

He has to be at least six feet tall, broad shoulders betray the muscles that she can tell are hidden under his heavy leather jacket, and his hands do not waver in the slightest as they hold a laser pistol, which is pointed directly at her dad.

“That is not authorized. This is your final chance, comply or be reset.”

Her hand is on the doorknob, ready to turn it, ready to risk her life and try and fight this stranger, when she finally makes eye contact with the synth that replaced her father. She can see his fear heighten, and she feels tears prick behind her vision. It clicks then that he’s not scared for himself, he’s scared for her.

It’s easy for her to see the moment he gives up. His eyes dart away from hers, shame the last thing she sees in them, the tightness in his posture fades away until he’s slumped in on himself, head lowered in defeat, and his voice is broken when he speaks.

“I’ll comply.”

Adrenaline courses through Livy’s body, she has to do something, has to stop this. She won’t let him be taken. The door hits the wall with a crack so loud it continues to ring in her ears even as she stands to her full height and aims her pistol at the man. She can hear her dad’s shouts of protest but they fall on deaf ears. Time seems to slow for her as she fires her weapon. Three shots that make three direct hits to the chest.

Fear overtakes her when the man doesn’t react, like he doesn’t even feel the bullets.

“Livy, run. He’ll kill you.” Her father’s desperate cries reach her, but they’re too late. There’s no time for her to escape, because the man is already on her.

The gun is knocked from her hands before she can even attempt to fire again, and it clatters on the floor out of her view. The pistol is the least of her worries, though, because in that same second her oxygen is cut off as the man’s hands wrap around her throat and begin to squeeze. The sound she makes rings in her ears and reminds her of a wounded animal, scared and full of fear. In the next second she’s flying, airborne and weightless, until her back strikes the wall, followed closely by her skull. She hits the floor hard and feels her ribs break.

It takes everything she has in her to try and stand, but she slips on her own blood and crashes back to the ground. She looks up and sees the laser pistol pointing at her face, and realizes that she’s going to die. Her eyes close involuntarily, possibly her brain’s way of protecting her in the only way that it can, then she hears a gun go off.

When she opens her eyes she’s disgusted to see that the man’s head is half blown off, but she’s horrified upon the realization that he’s still not dead. What the hell is this guy, another synth?

“Get the hell away from my daughter.” Her dad’s voice brings comfort, but it doesn’t last long. The man, who she is now fully convinced is another synth, turns away from her. Her dad is standing, holding her gun, but looking at her. There’s sorrow written all over his expression, and dizziness is beginning to wash over her.

Instead of charging at her father, like she expected, the synth begins to speak, lowly but also clearly and calmly. “F3-27, recall code-”

Livy doesn’t hear the rest, too focused on the words that her father is mouthing.

I’m sorry.

I love you.

Then, he slumps over. His head lowers down and his arms drop the gun, they fall next to his body like when the strings of a puppet get cut. He doesn’t breathe, he no longer looks alive.

“Dad?” Her voice is wrecked, mostly from the damage done to her throat, but also from the tears that are building. “Dad?” He doesn’t answer, and neither does the invader. Her calls and cries are ignored, her pleading is not answered. She is helpless, lying on the floor in her own blood, bleeding and broken, as another flash of blue light fills her home. When her eyes adjust she is alone. The darkness calls for her, and she falls into it.

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OC: Livy “Crow” Larson - Master list

These are the links to all my writings for Livy. This is not even close to complete, it’s just all I have right now.

The One Where Livy Loses Her Dad

The One Where Livy Joins The Railroad

The One Where Livy And Drummer Boy Kiss

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7, 8, 9

Thanks for the ask! I’m assuming this is for the OC ask thing (if not let me know and I’ll answer the one you really wanted). Currently I have 14 OCs so I’ll answer these for Livy, Carter, and Garrett.

Livy Larson

7. Something she’s proud of?: Livy is really proud of her ability to pick up on a multitude of skills. Whether it’s sewing, fighting, shooting, or cooking, she’s pretty good at it all.

8. Something she really hates: The Institute. They took her father from her and she knows that even if she finds him there he likely won’t even remember her.

9. Something she really loves: She would probably kill a man for a fancy lad snack cake. They’re her own personal addiction and anytime she can find one she pretty much eats it right away.

Carter Douden

7. Carter is proud of his progress. When he first came to the combat zone he got his ass kicked in the first round. Now, even though he still never wins, he’s good enough to defend himself for a longer period of time. Soon enough he’ll be able to win a match.

8. Carter really hates the Gunners. He considers them to be up-tight raiders, who look down on him and his friends just because they don’t wear a uniform and sometimes do drugs. He thinks they’re conceded. And, even though he’s a raider, he likes the Minutemen and he was upset to hear about Quincy.

9. On the other hand Carter loves to collect things. His apartment is full of random junk he’s found all over the wasteland. He treasures it all, and would be devestated if something were to happen to his collection.

Garrett Thomas

7. Garrett is proud of his ability to take any machine apart and put it back together, making it work better than it ever did before.

8. He hates the Capital Wasteland. It’s where his family abandoned him and where he lost Andrew. While there are good memories tied in with the location he can’t wait to leave and go to the Commonwealth.

9. Garrett really only ever loved his husband Andrew, and now that’s he gone he doesn’t find happiness in most things anymore. He’s trying to remember what it was like for him before Andrew came into his life, but he’s struggling.

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The One Where Livy And Drummer Boy Kiss

Another exciting installment for Livy!

TW: alcohol consumption

The first month of Livy’s tour with the Railroad is a whirlwind of information. Between learning the eight different secret codes, memorizing dead drop schedules, discovering all the safehouses, and being taught how to handle a scared and traumatized synth, she’s at the end of her rope. Her only break is when Drummer pulls her out of her lessons in order to take her on a dead drop run, and she treasures these brief recesses.

Today’s run is a little different.

Just this morning Drummer had pulled her aside to inform her that the dead drop mission today was going to be her first solo one. His recommendation had gone up to Carrington and Desdemona, and they agreed that she was ready to run a small op by herself. She had argued, stating that she wasn’t even done with her training yet, but Drummer had shut her down, replying that she was miles ahead of their other trainees, some who had gotten there way before her.

Now, she’s just down the street from HQ, trying to steady her breathing as she heads towards her drop, coded message hidden in her backpack. The desire to not fuck this up is overpowering, and Livy is having a hard time fousing. What if she fails? What if her incompetence leads to her people getting hurt, synths getting lost, or - god forbid - the location of their headquarters getting discovered. It’s a lot of pressure, and she wishes that Drummer Boy was with her. He’s always been a comforting presence on runs, letting her take the lead but also allowing her to fall back on his experience if she needs it. It also probably doesn’t help that she’s developed a bit of a crush on him.

She knew that her first solo mission was coming soon, but somewhere in the back of her mind she had hoped that it never would. That maybe she could partner with DB. The issue with that is that runners don’t get partners, they run solo, both to minimize the likelihood of discovery and to allow them more people to run more messages. Plus fraternization between agents is a big no-no, so she’d have to hide her feelings. Eventually, no matter how hard she works, or the accomplishments she achieves, she’ll always be alone.

That train of thought does nothing to help calm her fraying nerves, so she shakes it from her mind and pushes forward, gun held tightly and the perfect image of calmness plastered on her face.

When she returns to HQ, she’s almost disappointed. The road she traveled was clear the entire time, no enemies or wild animals to contend with, and she spent most of her journey bored and, again, wishing that DB had been with her. However, as she steps off the elevator and into the backmost room of the Switchboard she’s surprised to see Bluebell and Drummer waiting for her.

“Welcome back, Crow! We got word from Mercer that the dead drop was received.” Bluebell wraps her in a hug and squeeze a little too tight, forcing her breath from her lungs.

“Jeez, Bell, she made it back alive don’t kill her now.” Drummer teases. That startles a weak squealing of air out of her, which turns into a real laugh when the death grip around her torso is released.

“Thank Drummer, who knows what kind of damage Bell could do with one of her hugs.” Livy rubs her ribs, half as a joke and half not.

The other girl smiles at her fondly before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and steering her deeper into the building. “As a ‘good job’ Desdemona has approved a night-off, how do you feel about 200 year old whiskey?”

Livy grins, already eager to take a break. “As long as it’s gonna get me drunk I don’t care how old it is.”

Drummer seconds her statement as he trails behind them. “Let the drinking begin.”

An hour and a half later Livy is beginning to realize that her fourth shot should have been her last, but the whiskey was spiced, and had hardly even tasted like alcohol on the way down. So, she had five, then six, and now seven shots in the room is a little spiny and she’s craving fancy lads.

Most everyone ignores her as she moves from the designated celebration room and unsteadily makes her way down the hall towards the kitchen, and the ones that do see her merely ask her to bring them snacks back. Half way down the hall their requests have been forgotten, she’s too busy making sure she doesn’t get lost maneuvering down the winding halls to remember who wanted what. She’ll just grab a bunch of shit. Lucky for her the door is unlocked, so she doesn’t have to try and find the key. Before long the center table is piled high with a mismatch of food and drink items, but she still hasn’t found any snack cakes.

She spots a chair and a poorly planned idea begins to form. With the alcohol guiding her she drags the chair over to the cabinets and begins to climb, one shaky foot at a time. Her hand is wrapping around the handle to the highest cabinet when the door swings open behind her. Without thinking, she turns quickly to see who has caught her. Her swinging motion causes her delicately balanced body to lose its equilibrium, and there’s nothing she can do to stop herself from tumbling to the ground.

She never actually hits the ground, instead she collapses into a body, one that catches her before she can kill herself on the harsh concrete. They’re a tangle of limbs until her savior manages to maneuver her onto her own feet, and she looks up to see a very concerned Drummer boy staring down at her. Heat blooms across her cheeks and she ducks her head, grateful for her long hair that covers the embarrassment.

“Are you okay?”

Livy nods, making herself dizzy, before she pushes out of his arms and steadies herself. “Just peachy, DB.” She turns away from him and begins to climb back up on the chair. A hand on her shoulder stops her advancement. It’s impossible for her to suppress the shiver that runs through her body from the contact.

“What are you doing, Crow? You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

She huffs, in the way that only a drunken person who’s being told no can, before relenting to him. “I need snack cakes.”

He glances at the table covered in food before looking back at her. “If you’re here for snack cakes then who is all that for?”

“I can’t remember,” she shrugs, “Bluebell wanted something, so did Deacon, and Professor, but I can’t recall who wanted what.”

“So your plan was to bring the whole pantry,” Livy nods, “okay, how about you sit in this chair, I’ll get you some fancy lad’s, and then we can take these snacks back together?”

That’s a satisfactory plan for her, so she takes her seat, spinning it around so she can watch him. He’s much less drunk than her, obvious by the way he moves, but still he has trouble getting to her treat. For a few seconds she zones out, merely watching as he moves, allowing herself a moment to stare. By the time he’s got the package down she’s tapping her foot on the ground and licking her lips. As soon as his feet are back on the floor, Livy hops up and grabs the food from him. Drummer laughs as she shoves an entire cake into her mouth.

“Good god, Crow, breath for me, would you?” Her mouth is still full when she replies. Instead of asking her to repeat Drummer Boy rolls his eyes and takes a seat in the chair, “I’m not nearly as drunk as you are, but that still made me kind of dizzy.”

Livy would laugh if she could, and without replying she hops up onto the counter to rest. They both sit for a while, enjoying their food, before Drummer speaks. “So, it’s basically against all etiquette rules and protocol, but I was hoping you’d answer a question for me.”

“I don’t much care for half the rules we’re supposed to follow, go ahead.”

He hesitates one more time, swallows roughly, licks his lips, and then goes, “why did you join the Railroad?”

The question shocks her, because if she’s being honest, she’s tried very hard not to discuss her father or her circumstances with anyone since her initial questioning, and she figured he already knew. She voices this to him, and he goes on to explain that recruitment isn’t really his job. He just shows the new kids around HQ and gets them through orientation and job assignment. Plus, an agent’s recruitment reason is something private, that most people don’t share. It’s maybe the one topic agents don’t gossip about, too many deep cut wounds that never healed properly could be torn open from that line of questioning, and a general consensus not to discuss it became an unspoken rule. He never wanted to violate her privacy by trying to find out without her permission.

His response makes sense, and even though she knows it will hurt, she finds herself wanting to talk about her dad. Not just what he was and what had happened to him, but everything he did for her. So she does. Through tears and with a wobbly voice Livy tells him about her father, before and after he was replaced. It’s more difficult for her to discuss his capture, but she stumbles through it.

“I’m impressed, you took on a Courser and didn’t die. Not a lot of people can say that.”

She shrugs, not impressed with herself. “I would rather that I killed him, then I could say that I took on a Courser and that I saved my dad.”

“Then you might not have even joined us.” His statement is true, and not one she had every really considered before. She likes what she does, even if every mission she runs could be her last. Helping makes her feel like she’s making a difference, like the dead drops she helps deliver are letting agents rescue synths, like her dad, and get them away from the people who only wish to do them harm. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss him.

“Maybe,” her hand comes away wet when she wipes at her cheek, “anyways, enough about me, how did you join?”

He smiles and shrugs. “By accident, if you can believe it.” Livy listens as Drummer Boy begins to describe how he joined. It’s funny to her that his introduction to the Railroad was an accident, purely him being in the right place at the right time to assist on a rescue mission. “Watz, one of our heavies, let me help out, but didn’t tell me that the settler he was rescuing was actually an escaped synth.”

The sound of him opening a Nuka Cola opening startles her, and he smiles at her before taking a sip and then continuing. “Afterwards he asked me how I felt about helping people, and then he asked me if I thought synths were people. Obviously, you know my answers since I’m here.”

She considers his story for a moment before asking, “why do you care so much about helping if you have no personal connection to synths?”

“At first it was just something to do, it gave me a purpose beyond just drifting from place to place, looking for where I belonged,” he stares into his bottle, like it could comfort him, when he looks back at Livy he seems both happy and sad, “but now everyone here is family, I’d die for any one of the agents here, any one of the synths.”

“I know how you feel,” she admits, “at first I just wanted to avenge my father, but now, I can’t imagine not being here with everyone. You guys are my new family.” Suddenly a wave a guilt passes over her and she jumps off the counter, tears threatening to spill. She speaks in a rush. “Not that I don’t still miss my dad, or consider him family,” Drummer stands and steadies her with a hand on her arm, “it just… it hurts less seeing people that care, and are willing to help.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. I know you miss him, we’re not trying to replace the family you had.”

Livy leans into him and rest her head on his shoulder. “Thanks, Drummer, for everything,” not being able to see his face makes her less nervous to say what she wants to say, “you’ve been the metaphorical wind beneath my wings this whole time and I’m not sure I could do this without you.”

His arms come up to hold her in place. “You’ve done most of everything on your own. You’re pretty amazing, Crow. It seems like everyday you impress me with something new.”

“You’re the impressive one, the work you put in everyday to keep this group alive.” Feeling a little flirtatious, possibly a mixture of the whiskey she had to drink and being so close to him, she leans back to look him in the face. “Plus I mean, c’mon, you’re pretty impressive to look at, too.”

Livy has to stifle a giggle as shock passes over his features, and finds herself amused. He stutters with his response for a few seconds, fumbling over his words. Eventually he settles on the less-than-eloquent, “you too.”

That has her pulling away just far enough to burst into laughter and before she knows it Drummer has dissolved into his own case of the giggles. She laughs until her sides hurt and by the time she’s done she feels lighter, less likely to crumble under the weight of her new responsibilities. Drummer Boy also manages to contain his laughter and she stills when he reaches up with one hand to brush her hair back.

Before he even starts to lean in Livy closes her eyes, letting him set the pace. When their lips finally meet there are no fireworks, no ringing bells. Instead an overwhelming sense of familiarity and comfort washes over her. She turns into him, letting him mold their half embrace into a full one, and finds that she’s happy, really happy, for the first time since the Courser came for her father.

It’s a quick kiss, more about the two of them finding a home in each other than lust, but still Livy finds herself wanting another. Instead of tugging him down by his jacket and kissing him like she wants to, she leans up to press her lips to his cheek, then his jaw, before pulling back.

He’s smiling at her when she looks at him, and she finds herself grinning back. She might have lost her father, but she’s finding that she’s gained a much larger family than she ever imagined, and although the loss still stings, Livy knows that this group of people will help her heal, one mission at a time.

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