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ive been thinking about this since i drew it

Things in fo4 cannon I can't stop thinking about

The amount of scared tissue in Deacons face from all those face changes. Ouch

The fact that Maxson is only 20 and already a raging alcoholic

That Nick probably knew Hancock while he was growing up and that's why the two of them are so close

That Deacon is probably older than Hancock

that Pipers dad was probably apart of the minutemen

that Curie probably had ptsd and abandonment issues from being locked in vault 81 and watching everyone she ever cared about die

That Deacon might have a kid....

Prestons survivors guilt and how deeply traumatized he is

That though people like to give maccready shit for being dirty the man's canonically super allergic to dust so he's more likely to be a cluttered kind of messy than actually filthy

both Hancock and Preston canonically crush on sole but are to insecure to initiate it for their own different reasons

That Deacons been to capitol wastland and maybe even the Mojave or at least has deep knowledge on both

That the lone wanderer is technically apart of the railroad...

That Maccready met Butch Deloria at some point and has knowledge of the tunnel snakes

That the current BOS chapter looks down on the Lyons even though they were the best leaders in bos history....

If the sole survivor had died in the bombs instead of being cryogenicly frozen the railroad wouldn't exist because Shaun would have never been used to create Gen 3 synths, the bos would never have come to the commonwealth because there would be no strange energy readings, and the minutemen would have died in the raider attack at the museum of history

Caits backstory is probably one of the darkest and shes severely traumatized by her own past and uses drugs to escape it

That if he has max affinity with sole X6-88 doesn't seem to care all to much about the institute being destroyed

That though Danse may have a power armour fetish people tend to forget X6-88 also does....

That it was sole who introduced Mac to the mutfruit thing and not the other way around....

That Nick an Irma from the memory den definitely fucked at some point

that magnolia from goodneighbor and Sturges are both synths

That after defeating the institute Deacon quotes Plato and is highly educated on philosophy and literature in general

That Nick just had another detective coat lying around presumably waiting for a partner

The people who police your gender will police your gender even if you're cis.

Eat them.

Meow

soulmate au | nagito x reader (wip)

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summary: in a world where every nickname, adjective, and description used for your soulmate is inked onto your skin, you haven’t had a single kind word written on you in years.

content: derogatory language, self esteem issues, implied bullying/abuse

wordcount: 1.5k

notes: eyyyy technically my tumblr writing debut? not that it’s a very grand one. this is a very old wip that i thought i may as well get out there. enjoy??? maybe???

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The first nickname appears when you’re five years old.

It’s a graceful, scrawling cursive printed just above your heart. Ribbons of ink curled over your skin as if you’d taken a pen and scribbled across your chest.

You can’t read it, of course. Can only trace the lettering with clumsy fingers and wide eyes, warmth tingling beneath your fingertips as if an electric current thrummed beneath your skin. And in the most simple of ways you know this is yours.

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Six: Man Arcade, this RadAway stuff works wonders but it tastes terrible.

Arcade, slowly turning towards Six with bloodshot eyes: It What?

Back in the Saddle 😎🤙🏼

My boy😍 I adore him🫶🏻🫶🏻

Astarion sees you're almost falling asleep and will drag you to bed now!

I would need this on like a daily basis. And I guess so do many of you - so let the vampire drag you to bed and GO! GET! SOME! SLEEP!

It was so late it could have been called early. Outside you could already hear the birds chirping, cheerfully greeting a new day. Which meant that it was more than high time to crawl into bed. And doubly so because you lived with a vampire who fared even worse with sunlight than you.

But you were still crouched over your desk and the papers there.

Your eyes were tired. You barely saw what you were working on anymore. And you knew you could get this done when you were fully rested and it would only take a matter of minutes. But you were so desperate to finish this.

Unfortunately, you had a tendency to be very determined (someone else usually called it stubborn but you always pretended you had gone deaf all of a sudden when that happened). But this tendency had brought you this far and probably saved your life more than once. And you wouldn't be bested by this piece of work!

But your head was slowly falling, your eyelids growing as heavy as lead.

And you only jumped back up when you heard that certain someone enter the room, being purposefully noisy to make you aware of it. You were grateful for that because if the vampire had snuck up on you, like he was fully capable of, it might have not ended well with you being this exhausted.

“Slacking off on the job, are we?” you heard his familiar teasing voice as he came closer. You felt his presence as he leaned on the table around you - basically caging you with his arms, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as usual. His lips were awfully close to your ear and the hairs on your neck stood on end as you didn't dare rip your eyes from your work.

“Don't you think this can wait, love?” he whispered now directly into your ear causing a hot and cold shiver to run down your spine.

But with this he had pushed the wrong button. Almost involuntarily you felt one of your eyebrows rise up and your lips forming a pout: “No, Astarion, I don't think it can wait.”

You turned your head around to face him and saw him smirk, making you even more annoyed at him. He leaned in closer, causing his chest to brush against your head now, his hands moved to cover yours.

“Do you really think a stack of papers can't wait more than your caring lover craving your calming touch?” he murmured with a pout that mirrored yours while his deft fingers freed your writing quill out of your angrily clenching fingers. You couldn't resist him long. His hands were used to open up more difficult things than your desperate grip on your writing utensils. Also his absolutely instrumentalized big red eyes he looked at you with were absolutely working their usual enchanting magic on you.

Not enough though for you to not make a snide remark about what was happening.

“Well, for starters the stack of papers doesn't talk back.”

“You think I'm funny, my love.”

“It also isn't as full of itself.”

A mockingly offended gasp while Astarion’s hands moved the papers out of your reach.

“My heart, you hurt me.”

“Ah see, it also doesn't guilt trip me.”

The vampire's hands wandered up over your arms to your shoulders. “I can't do right by you tonight, can I?”

“You could just let me keep working on my thing.”

A dramatic sigh and Astarion let his head fall forward and onto your shoulder. Then he let go of you and took a step back.

“Do you really want to keep working, dear?” he sounded sincere now and you suddenly felt true guilt as you looked at him. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, eyes still awfully wide and shining.

But the urge to not keep business unfinished still had you in its claws.

After a few heartbeats you opened your lips to answer, but-

“Too bad, you're coming with me now, my love.” Astarion exclaimed and with rogue quickness grabbed your chair by the armrests to drag it away from the desk and turn it around to him. “You need your beauty sleep, I can't be seen walking around with a walking corpse!”

You squealed when you felt your body get yanked around so quickly while your tired brain was almost incapable of catching up. Thus you were almost confused when you had ended up on Astarion’s shoulder a moment later.

There was no energy left in your body to resist this infuriating man any longer so you just played the part of dead weight draped over his shoulder - since he had already coined you as such - and couldn't stop yourself from giggling.

“See, darling, I told you: you think I’m funny.”

“It's just sleep deprivation talking.”

“Ah, so you agree with that too.”

You resisted to answer him with something he would only twist around again to fit his agenda. Instead you just slapped his butt you had quite the delectable view of at the moment.

Astarion hissed and just slapped your behind in return. You only giggled more.

“I should have left you at your godsdamned desk, let you fall asleep right there to drool on the papers,” he murmured under his breath and ended it with something about how ungrateful you were while he threw open the bedroom door; your favourite drama queen.

Then he made quick work to get you off his shoulders with an exaggerated groan which you were sure wasn't fully acted.

As soon as your body hit your soft bed the last of your energy decided to evaporate into the aether. You were almost falling over if not for the vampire's quick reflexes catching your wrists.

With quick fingers and more snarky remarks you had no power to reply to anymore he undressed you to your underwear.

And with more overly dramatic groaning and a roll of his eyes since you provided absolutely no help did he turn you to lay down. He carefully placed your head on the pillows which you thanked him for with a dreamy sigh. Your eyes closed on your own. The blanket was thrown over you and more rustling told you that Astarion was quickly undressing as well.

When the mattress shifted under the vampire's weight as he got into bed next to you you barely even noticed it anymore.

With final efforts Astarion dragged you onto his chest. Your arms slung around him and your legs tangled with his automatically - you had done so hundreds if not thousands of times already.

“All this work just to get you where you belong,” Astarion whispered to you and clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he began rubbing lazy circles on your back. You only hummed contentedly as you felt your body relax fully into him and his touch.

Your last half-coherent thought as you drifted off to sleep was that, indeed, you had to agree with him on this one: you were right where you were supposed to be.

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