A lizzie in the boat boys pirate au perhaps? :D
I was wondering if she has any role, would she also be a pirate? pirate lizzie would be cool haha
(Feel free to ignore i dont know how requests? work?)
Lizzie is actually the Ocean Queen in this AU! Smalletho aint a romantic ship for me, but Jizzie sure is so it's about the only canon romantic relationship (except for cleo and etho but theyre exes anyway lmao).
She's the only god so far in bbpau that's not just... some guy i made up, so she does make much more of a character appearance than the soul god (I have an idea for a plotline including her but we will see if I'm able to start on the comics soon or not). She and Joel are husband and wife (even though i have no idea how that legally works given Joel is a pirate and Lizzie is a goddess. It probably doesnt legally work! That's okay!), and they met when Lizzie was visiting a village he stopped in in her human form. Sometimes she used to join his crew in human form for periods of time before going back to her duties as a god.
They aren't able to see each other often, but Joel makes sure to stop by her territory and say hi, tell her of all the things he's been getting up to recently, all the adventures he's been on, and all that. She's the only person he's actually close to other than Jimmy, which is funny considering most people think Etho is the 'broody loner type' but actually up until dealing with the soul god Etho had friends. Joel.... not so much (3rd life Joel i love you and cherish you forever).
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Crows Of The Commonwealth
I was on CrowTok and it made me come up with an idea.
So, obviously a lot of the crows in the Commonwealth are made by the Institute, though I personally like to believe that there are still a lot of crows that are regular ones, too.
Crows are an incredibly smart species of bird, which makes sense as to why they're the ones the Institute use. To my memory, I don't think there are any other birds in the game. Again, I'd like to headcanon that they're not the only ones left but if only a few species of birds managed to survive the bombs and the aftermath, I wouldn't put it past crows to be one of those species due to that intelligence.
Crows are known for recognising people, which also works in favour of the Institute as to why they'd choose them specifically. If you are able to tell the difference between individual crows, you'll be less likely to question if a specific one if following you if you are aware they likely recognise you.
However, they're also known to bring gifts and trinkets if treated right, or actually attack people who don't. And they remember faces. I don't get the impression that the Institute treats them too kindly if they don't even consider Gen 3 Synths as people, who are literally created with technology and human biology/DNA.
If we imagine that the Institute Crows work like Synths do, then that means that they are also able to become independent like Synths can. We know they have the level of intelligence, more so than another species of bird, to perhaps reach that level of independence. That's exactly why the Institute picked them. Wouldn't it be ironic if that became part of the Institute's downfall.
So imagine a Sole Survivor, fresh out of the Vault, scared and cold on their first few nights. Hungry, tired, likely sick, grieving. Alone. They have Dogmeat. They have themselves. A few strangers they saved. Nothing else.
They're trying their best one night to settle. They've only been unfrozen for a few days by now, but have yet to leave Sanctuary. They chose to stay for a couple days to prepare for their long journey ahead, and rebuild their home so they had somewhere to go back to. Preston has taught them basics self defence and survival, Sturges has helped them temporarily fix the holes in their walls. They're not close to these strangers yet, but there's a small comfort in knowing there's still people, and people nearby to run to if anything not friendly comes knocking on their door.
They're picking at a 200 year old box of stale cereal, not able to stomach the taste just yet. In the end, they end up leaving it in a bowl for Dogmeat to have, preferring to sleep, hunger be damned. They sleep on the floor that used to hold the dinning table, not ready to sleep in the now-too-empty bedrooms.
By morning, their sleep is interrupted. Not by the cold October air that their thin, makeshift blanket- That doubles as their coat during the day- barley keeps away. Not by the sunlight that seeps in by the broken shards of class where the window used to be. Not by drops of rain that fall through the cracks in the ceiling. Not even by Dogmeat licking then awake, like he did yesterday morning. This time it's the sound of pecking and squawking that has Sole prying their eyes open.
A small group of grows picking at the bowl of cereal. They must've gotten in through what once was the window, or literally any of the holes of missing metal panels scattered throughout the building. Sole barely has it in them to care. They know they shouldn't waste food that could've gone to them or their new furry friend, but they truly cannot bring it in them to mind. They wonder if the birds have a hard time finding food, too, and decide it might not be a waste at all.
They sit up. A few of the crows fly up onto the windowsill at their movements, one stays enjoying their breakfast, unfazed. Sole waits, sitting still until the birds realise they have no intention of harming them. They glide back down onto the floor, going back to eating.
After a few moments, the crow that stayed perks his head up, neck twitching into an angle that lets him look at Sole. He hops over, stopping just before he reaches their lap. Sole raises their hand, thumb and index finger moving slowly until they land on its neck. His feathers bristle under Sole's pets, his feet dancing happily beneath him. The other crows finish their breakfast. Salem, Sole decides to call him, joins his friends who hop back onto the windowsill. They fly off. He turns his head to the side, a beady eye looking at Sole again. He squawks at them before flying off to join the others.
Sole spends the rest of their day taking metal panels from some of the completely collapsed houses to fix the holes in their walls. They're able to find paint at the old Red Rocket down the road when looking for more equipped tools. Repainting isn't exactly their priority right now, just making sure the house will be fit to stand against the weather, and for when it gets colder in the next few months. The paint will be useful when they get to the stage of being able to consider making it look presentable, however. Unfortunately, the only paintbrush they find is snapped in half. They toss it in frustration. Less so because of the brush itself, and more so because Sole has a lot of anger built up from the events of the last few days that they have no other outlet for.
They end up going home when the sun starts to set, having avoided the empty tomb of memories for as long as possible. It wasn't safe to be out so close to dark.
When they set down their tolls by the door, something on the kitchen counter catches their eye.
Upon inspection, they realise it's an intact paintbrush.
Their confusion lasts barely five seconds, as they hear a familiar squawk. Hoping on the windowsill is Salem. His eyes study Sole. He's waiting. Sole smiles, pulling open the duffle bag they'd taken on their supply run. They pull out two wild mutfruits, which they'd harvested from bushes near the station. Sole cuts them into smaller pieces, before tossing them gently into the grass of their back garden from the car porch. Salem glides to the pieces, now satisfied in knowing that Sole approved of and appreciated his gift. Sole looks up to the trees that border their garden where other crows have started to also descend from to join in on the food offering. Apparently, there's a lot more in this group than what Sole had assumed from the smaller one earlier. About twenty feathered creatures dance about on branches decorated by orange and brown leaves or nibble at the mutfruit in the grass.
Salem flies over once he's had his fill, taking a seat on Sole's shoulder. His friends also begin hopping over gradually, and Sole ends up sitting down to welcome them and pet their small heads. Dogmeat also seems to love the attention, or perhaps just the warmth that radiates from Sole's body as he curls up next to them. Every so often, one of them drops a trinket into Sole's lap as they snuggle into them. A random screw, some gears, even some bottlecaps. Bits and bobs that a few days ago, Sole would've considered mostly junk, even if they'd still been appreciative, but everything now is useful. They even drop a few things by Dogmeat's snout, who sniffs them, tail wagging. Sole doesn't think Salem appreciates the happy licks Dogmeat gives him, though.
Regardless, Sole breathes out slowly, deeply, as they take in the sunset and birdsong before them. It's the first time they've honestly felt any peace since leaving that godforsaken Vault.
Sole makes a mental note to redesign the kitchen window when they get around to fixing it so that it'll be able to open widely. They also begin thinking about designs for birdhouses, feeders, and small fountains.
It's safe to say Sole feels slightly better than they did when they went to bed last night.
They feel less alone.
For some reason, as Salem nestles into their lap, against their stomach, a small pressure builds in their gut. They can't quite shake the instinct, the thought that comes with it. The feeling that Salem feels less alone now, too.
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Dragon AU: Krubera
They have Lighter under belly and a darker back
Horns used to break things simaler to narwhal, females have larger sets of Horns
They mate for life, and can only have one mate, however they may have multiple "bonds"
Bonds are right below mates, they are usually started between Krubera who have strong familie or platonic relationships, and help to strengthen the Krubera tribe
mating rituals include presenting a stone to their chosen mate in hopes that they will accept. Like penguins
Krubera are compatible with Gum-Gum dragons, it works like ligers (Tiger + lion) where sometimes the offspring are fertile and other times they are not
Usurna is the strongest within her tribe, she's much older than most of the krubera, it works simaler to httyd with the whole older dragons becoming titan wing dragons. Because she's older she's bigger and a little bit fancier looking than your average krubera
Krubera have venomous bars that retract under their arm fins
The Krubera are deep sea dragons, however they are capable of traveling above surface when necessary
Krubera are usually slower on land than the water, however do not let that provide you with a sense of security, they can and most likely will still catch you
They are pact hunter
Their gills are oddly enough, on their stomachs, this means they are usually much more defensive of that area
Krubera bow to greet each other
A Krubera may present their stomach as a sign that they trust someone, it usually seen as an affectionate gesture
Krubera are very protective of their whelps, especially the females, so much so that Female Krubera have been known to show signs of aggression to their own mates During the whelp's early developmental stages.
Engaging a Krubera is rarely survived, most of what is known of them comes from the Krubera themselves, and is only shared with other dragons
Humans know very little on Krubera
A grown Krubera wingspan may range from 85-90 feet , they can be around 65- 80 feet long. While it was never confirmed to be true their was a time where some would report sightings of a Krubera dragon with a supposed wingspan of 120. In other words they are very big dragons
They have been known to sink ships that get to close to their trench/territory
They are very social creatures and have to be within at least a group of three other dragons to keep a good mental state (However this group does not necessarily need to be only Krubera, this group can be comprised of a multitude of dragon species and on very rare occasions such as in AAARRRGGGHHH's case, humans)
This is what your average female Krubera would look like
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I’m don’t think I was that anon, but I would love to hear any thoughts you had re: Shane/Matty
(and hold up, the have a WHAT? My small-town, sheltered (redacted city in Oregon) heart needs to know more about there *hits up google*)
YEAH i was googling Palm Desert and Palm Springs earlier tonight bc I got them confused and apparently Palm Springs declared themselves a Drag Sanctuary City which is honestly so iconic...also at least according to this article from 2019 I briefly skimmed a full half of the Palm Springs identifies as some variation of LGBTQ and most of their city government was at the time LGBTQ. Which ofc has zero bearing on Palm DESERT, but in my experience growing up in proximity to San Francisco, suburbs close to queer urban hubs tend to have lots of retired queers or suburban queers with families who want a less loud life. (Again: I have never set foot in Riverside County in my life. Maybe it's the dirtbag shit heap town idk but it's in Riverside, so.) Love a city with a fundraiser called Big Gay BBQ...what if I was Shane Wright and I was trying to get away from the agonies of losing game 7 in ot (and to be clear, baby boy did a GREAT job) and someone made me participate in a thong toss as a joke and Matty Beniers was there, laughing at me with his big brown eyes....
Also I haven't been paying super super close attention to the Kraken this year bc I got off Twitter and my dash has, to put it politely, become very chaotic, which are the two places I reliably experience the Seattle Kraken (god forbid I watching a fucking game). but I was very interested in what was percolating on with them earlier this year while Shane Wright was perma-scratched and Matty Beniers was strolling unhurriedly to a Calder nom. It was like the narrative was, here is Matty Beniers who WILL be future captain, and here is Shane, who is SUPPOSED to be his second in command but he SUCKS. Which didn't rly seem fair to Shane, being perma-scratched and mismanaged to all fuck. And then when Shane Wright got called back to the AHL after his CHL season ended and the Firebirds were immediately [wrapping shane wright in a protective chokehold until he blacks out in Kole Lind's arms] that's OUR guy you can't HAVE him, and refused to let him go, and went on their parallel cup run with the Kraken --- there's something there abt, idk, having success but a rung lower on the ladder. what if Matty was destined to be king and Shane was his reluctant lionheart. What if Shane had to grow into his role as Matty's second in command. What if Shane chafed against it, didn't want it. What if Shane's lost NHL -> CHL season made him hurt until the Firebirds picked him up and loved on him until his heart was warm and fierce again, but not angry and bitter?
And ofc, what if he goes back to Seattle next year and he sees Matty and Matty sees him and they fall into place. time will tell!!!
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