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mayor-ghoul · 11 months

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❓ any oc and sweetjane?

Send ❓ and my muse will answer all questions honestly.

Thanks for the ask! I'll be using my main 3 Fallout OCs (Bart Ender, Elodie and Dana).

Does my muse trust yours?

Bart Ender: The bartender doesn't really trust anyone, but it's not a personal thing towards sweetjane. The world is a dangerous place with lovely faces that aren't so lovely deep down. Having said that, he doesn't treat sweetjane any differently because of this, it does not impact his role as a bartender.

Elodie: No way in hell, does she trust you and it shows too. She's always watching, always trying to remain one step a head for when someone turns on her. Again, like Bart, it isn't personal, but she does get joy from it all the same. She travels across the wasteland, looking for a fight so when she gets one, it makes her happy.

Dana: She doesn't distrust if that helps. But she's too confused to trust anything or anyone anymore. She doesn't know what is happening or who is trying to kill her or why.

Does my muse dislike yours?

Bart Ender: Bart Ender likes sweetjane, he enjoys the company during late working hours. He doesn't really dislike anyone to be honest, not even the ones who are a pain in the ass and refuse to pay.

Elodie: Elodie is always hoping for a good fight, but that doesn't mean she dislikes sweetjane personally. Sweetjane seems alright enough, Elodie doesn't really know them though.

Dana: No, sweetjane is okay. Dana likes her well enough.

Would my muse kill someone for yours?

Bart Ender: Absolutely not, Bart isn't willing to mess up what he has going on right now. Don't misjudge him, if it was a person attacking sweetjane in his bar, he would certainly put them down but he wouldn't get his hands dirty over nothing.

Elodie: Sure, but she wants to know why. She's down to kill for a price, but why do you want them dead? This isn't some kind of trap is it?

Dana: How dare you even ask her to do that! She has strong morals and won't kill someone just cause.

Would my muse kill your muse?

(Answered in a scenario where your must attacked because otherwise, apart from Elodie, they wouldnt)

Bart Ender: Highly doubtful, sweetjane wouldn't be the first or the last to try. This ghoul has had his fair share of people trying to hurt or kill him.

Elodie: You're welcome to fucking give it a go, but Elodie is willing to play dirty and dirtier. There's no bar too low for her to stoop when it comes to putting you in the ground.

Dana: Not really certain if just Dana, but she never travels alone. IF someone did manage to take her down, they would have to deal with the aftermath of everyone she works with and for. With a 10/10 charisma score, she's very VERY well liked and people would put their lives on the line for hers.

Would my muse save yours?

Bart Ender: Letting someone die on the job is bad for business so he would save sweetjane. Stay alive so that you can come back to buy more booze.

Elodie: What is in it for her if she does?

Dana: Dana would so absolutely everything she could to make sure anyone doesn't die. There has already been too much pain in the world, it doesn't need more death.

Does my muse find your muse attractive?

Bart Ender: Eh, Bart Ender doesn't really care about physical attractiveness personally. As a ghoul, he's learnt that attractiveness is more than that. He doesn't know sweetjane enough to know if he finds her attractive or not yet.

Elodie: Sure, she's not scared to point out a pretty face when she sees one.

Dana: Not really Dana's type, plus she has too much going on. With coming to terms with her husband's death and romancing Hancock the mayor of goodneighbour, she's too busy.

Is my muse disgusted by yours?

No, none of them are.

Would my muse go on a date with your muse?

Bart Ender: Dates are always fun, so sure. Maybe Bart works too much, it would be nice to have a night off serving alcohol.

Elodie: Elodie is always down to tango, but is she really what anyone wants or needs? Don't get me wrong, she is lovely and if you get to know her and she knows you, she can be VERY loyal. But she is a wild card.

Dana: Dana thinks sweetjane is lovely, but the answer is no. Mayor Hancock doesn't take too well to people trying to date his girlfriend.

Would my muse kiss yours?

Bart Ender: It depends how well that date goes, if all is well, sure that card is certainly on the table. Maybe a kiss goodbye on the mouth if it goes well, a kiss on the cheek if it doesn't.

Elodie: Sure, why not?

Dana: Mister mayor would like a word /j

Would my muse betray yours?

Bart Ender: Probably not, most likely.

Elodie: Unless she has a really big bond with you, yes. But is it betrayal if its to be expected?

Dana: No she wouldn't.

My muse’s favorite thing about yours is...

Bart Ender: He admires her allied factions, being a ghoul himself, it means a lot who people side with and if the people they side with want him dead.

Elodie: She seems to have decent aesthetic.

Dana: Kindness means a lot to Dana, same with factions.

The thing my muse dislikes about yours is...

Literally cannot see anything worth disliking, she seems like a cool oc!

#fallout #fallout 4 #elodie fallout oc #bart ender fallout oc #dana fallout oc #ask #ask answered

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isolaradiale · 3 years

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The dark hues of the evening blended to lighter, softer blues of dawn. With every minute, the creatures of the museum began to slow until they stopped altogether, all at once. Whatever they were doing, they dropped it, and began to move their way to the places they had been before the museum took a turn for the lethal.

The artwork climbed back into their frames, stepped onto their pedestals, and walked back into their display cases. A light rain outside washed all the street paint away, color emptying into the drains in the city. Landscapes let their prisoners out, shutting the windows to their world.

Those unlucky enough to earn a spot on the Wall of Shame reappeared in the lobby, their wounds appearing as colorful splashes of paint, and nothing more.

As the oranges and golds of the sun trickled in through the ornate windows of the museum, a blaring voice interrupted the stillness as the intercom museum sparked to life.

"Goooood moooorning, my lovely little visitors! The door to the museum will be opening shortly. Please make your way back to the lobby in an orderly fashion, and be sure to grab all your belongings!"

As Capella promised, the large wooden doors opened once again, releasing all the prisoners of the museum.

"Thanks for visiting the Tempus Museum! Janus, did you want to say any parting words?" "I'm mortified enough as it is, thank you." Came a muffled voice from behind, sounding much less enthused.

"Aww, somebody's cranky... Well, suit yourself!"

As if to add *Extra Enthusiasm*, as everyone exit the doors, they passed by Capella's invulnerable form as she personally waved everyone goodbye, stickers glittering in the morning sunrise. Janus was still sitting at the reception booth, head in his hands and rubbing his temples.

"Bye bye! Goodbye now! Goodbye! Buh-bye! Bye now!" was the chorus that trailed off as she spoke, bidding farewell to the museum's visitors...

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Thank you, everyone, for participating in our recent event: Canvas! As a reminder, you will receive event participation IF:

You've written a starter, thread, mini, or interacted with someone else using the event setting for parts 1, 2, or both.

You've written a 500 word drabble using the setting of the event for parts 1, 2, or both.

You did not have to participate in both parts to receive event credit (so if you only wanted to participate in part 1, it still counts!)

Remember that for participating in the event, you can give yourself 100 stars to use in the marketplace!

A few things have changed as a result of this event, also:

The Tempus Museum has decided to make its home in the Archimedes ward, for now, not far from the Theater of Calliope. Its structure and function is largely the same, but the Optimized Tools won't be there. The artwork won't come to life and attack you, either... during the daytime, that is. You can check out its full description on Archimedes' page!

Janus still takes his place as the museum's curator, and does his best to accommodate guests of the museum. It's not uncommon to see him taking and teaching courses and workshops in the museum, either! He's still polite and eager to help with anything involving the museum and its activities, but if asked questions about the Stars or Spirale, he'll politely explain that he doesn't want to get anyone into trouble. As in the event, on the odd chance that someone is hostile and violent toward him, they'll instantly be killed, and will respawn back in their room.

Thanks again for participating in Canvas! We hope you had a great time!

Frequently Asked Questions:

"Do the things we made turn back to normal?"

Yup! If you didn't destroy it in Part 2 of the event, whatever you made will turn back to normal.

"Will our artwork try to kill us at night?"

Nope! If you took it with you, it's of no danger to you. If you kept it on display at the museum, it's also no danger to you (or anyone else for that matter.) Only the original stock monsters of the museum come to life at night. But unless your muse breaks into the museum, you have nothing to worry about.

The monsters still have their damage invulnerabilities, so unless your muse has a death wish, maybe don't break into the museum without some serious planning. Shady art theft rings will buy your stolen artwork for a hefty price, though, so whether it's worth the risk or not is up to you.

The more often your muse breaks into the museum, the more the monsters will recognize their patterns. Breaking into the museum more than two times is almost impossible, and should be reserved only for the most cunning of thieves.

"What if we made weapons or jewelry? Can we take those back home too?"

Sure! Just know that the weapons will go back to being fragile, and will shatter if used in combat. Any jewelry will look very convincing, but if you try to sell them to anyone, they'll identify it as a fake. Not that they won't buy what you have anyway, but it certainly won't be worth the price of actual precious stones and minerals.

"Can we go back to the museum?"

Yes! It's open to the public from sunrise to sundown, unless there's a nighttime gathering at the museum (which you're free to come up with on your own if you'd like to use it in a setting for a thread.) You could also theoretically break in or sneak in, or hide until the place closes, but you run the risk of running into the guard patrols... or worse.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ (Epilogue)

As the visitors left the building, Capella skipped over to the front desk. Caelum emerged from the darkened corner of the lobby to join her, with the rubber stopper on his cane making soft thumps on the elaborate stone tile.

"Well, that was fun! Thanks for letting us use your museum, Janus." "You're... welcome, I suppose." "Good good! I'll come back here when I make more pieces to show off to the lovely people of our Spirale."

Punctuating this, her hands went up to playfully pat his cheeks.

"Ooookay! Well, until next time! And as for you, Dr. Caelum, I'll see you at this afternoon's meeting or whatever, right?" "Aha, yes I'll be there."

Saluting the both of them, her form vanished into a series of pixels, leaving the other two at the desk. Now that she was gone, the AI turned to give a pointed look at his father.

"...Mmm. Still angry, eh?" Came a chuckle, but the other didn't look so amused.

"You know, at one point, I would have congratulated you for feeling slighted. And I would have celebrated you experiencing such a thing. But you've been around for so long that these things come naturally to you now, don't they? Feelings like being angry... Now I just feel bad when you're upset like any other human."

Another more cheery laugh, and he walked himself over to the doors, motioning the other to follow. With the crowd gone, he could finally step outside and stand on the steps.

"...I am sorry for causing you trouble." "I know." "Good, I'm glad that came across." "I'm still irritated, don't get me wrong." "Yes, yes. I don't doubt it." "And I'm not sure if anyone will come back after such a thing. I wouldn't blame them. I just wanted a place to contribute to this whole thing, and now it's all..."

Sighing, he sat on the first step, watching the rest of the street illuminate in the warm glow of the sunrise. He only realized the old man beside him was trying to sit down when he gave a little huff of effort, and immediately helped his father down beside him.

"Ahh. Much better, thank you." "I could have gotten you a chair..." "Haha, that's alright. If you can sit on the steps, so can I."

For a while, the two sat in silence, watching the streets of Archimedes begin to wake up. Cars stirring, cafes opening, people walking their dogs.

"...Are you doing alright over there?" Janus asked, not turning his head.

"About as well as I can, mmhm." "You still have your migraine medicines down there, right?" "Mmhm. Dr. Lyra has been taking good care of my health, don't worry." "She's the nice one, isn't she? That's a welcome change from the other facility..."

A hand went to the Ai's shoulder, patting it reassuringly.

"Instead of worrying about my health, you should direct that concern inward, Mortimer. You have a place where you can walk around, do all sorts of things humans do. Talk to people, make friends. Play games, read books, paint your lovely canvases. You're not confined to the life we lived three years ago."

Silence followed for a little until the young man leaned against the older one. He must be pushing 70 at this point, right?

"...Are you in a place where you can refer to me by my name? And not that Star code that they made?" "Well, no. Not really. But I don't think anyone's listening. So I don't care~" "Ha! Rebellion got you into this mess, didn't it?" The AI replied with a laugh, earning another from his father.

"Well. Messes that they were, I can still sit with you without you being stuck behind a screen. So even after all the hells we've been through, I'd call that a success. Wouldn't you?"

A smile cracked on his face. They have gone through a lot.

"A success... it's nice to finally call something a success again, father. It's very nice."

#Isola Event: Canvas

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andshedoesntevenknowityet · 5 years

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“do it all the time” [Tony Stark x Reader] [fluff]

((not my gif))

Tony Stark x black!female! Reader

Rated T

Warnings: Some language, drinking, and kissing---the works.

Just a songfic to soothe my soul after Endgame. Set before Age of Ultron where the Avengers host a party and you just so happened to be an invitee. Some Tony x Reader. If it bothers you, don't read.

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Inspired by IDKHOWBUTTHEYFOUNDME’s “Do It All The Time”. Listen while ‘ya read.

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We’re taking over the world / One kiss at a time

“If we keep this up, we are going to be late,” I tell him, as if he’d ever listen.

He stays nuzzled in the oh-so sensitive crook of my neck. Thirty-minutes later after I completed my look and we were expected at the party and my back’s still against the wall and I'm still attached to the lips of my overly-eager boyfriend.

“Yeah, well there is such a thing as being ‘fashionably late’,” Tony drawls, his grip on me unwavering.

“No, I think we’re just ‘late-late’, now,” I say, a giggle making a ripple in my words.

He sighs, taking a step back and then holding out both of his hands to pull me away from the wall. I immeadiately dash over to the suite’s master bathroom to make sure he didn't take all my make-up with him. I briefly touch up my highlights and then reapply another coat of my even more shimmery lip gloss. That he certainly took off. I waltz back into the bedroom to find Tony busy adjusting one of his cufflinks. It’d be an understatement to say he looked...impeccable. He was decked out in a slick, all-black suit. I can't help but admire the man and I was proud to be the one taking him home at the end of the night.

And then I'm taking your girl / And I'm making her mine

His eyebrow arches when he senses that I'm staring. Along with being handed things, that was also one of his pet peeves. Suffice it to say, I was his one exception.

“You don't look so bad yourself,” he teases, “Look at you---you're glowing,”

Indeed I was. I was adorned in a gold sequin mini dress, hailing from some European brand I couldn't pronounce even if I tried and some metallic, strappy heels that cost me at least one paycheck. My ‘gravity-defying’ hair as Tony so lovingly called my fro was extra-ethereal tonight. It was as if I had a halo.

“What do they think I am to you?” I ask out of nowhere, beaming down at the ground.

“What?”

I simply gaze up at him. He was too smart to not know what I meant. He chooses his words carefully.

“Think I've heard Barton utter the word ‘arm candy’. ‘Side piece’. And some other ones I won't repeat at this time,” he falters, “They’re good people, Y/N. I'm telling you. I don't know why they would even think that. Honest,”

Stopping the city from getting annihilated by aliens was emblematic of that enough. I needed no convincing of that. Instead of becoming enraged by the musings of his friends and leaving, I simply offer an arm.

“How about we prove them wrong?”

No reason why, I’m only doing anything I want to do / Because I do it all the time

...

“Stark, you and your lady of the evening have arrived!” Thor greets with a gusto unmatched to anyone else in the room.

It was a decent turn-out. The usually vacant tower was filled with friends and associates alike. There was the ambient chatter that livened the emptiness and for once, everyone felt like they were able to decompress---able to breathe.

The core group was gathered at the bar; being the God of Thunder himself, Steve, Nat, Bruce and Clint, who all look amazing.

“Stark,” Steve greets with a cordial nod, “You're decently late,”

“I thought we had agreed on ‘fashionably’. Didn't we, Y/N?” he clarifies, with firm hand on my hip, “Yeah, ‘fashionably’,”

“Aren't you gonna introduce us?” Natasha beckons, martini-in-hand.

“Ah. People-who-sometimes-partake-in-avenging, Y/N. Y/N, The Avengers,”

I give a shy wave. They all reply indivually and earnestly.

“Do you drink, Y/N?” Bruce inquires, “Because I-I can buy you something if you’d li--”

“First of all, salsa verde, she’s mine so back off and secondly, you can't buy her anything because this is an in-house bar,” Tony retorts, “You act like you've never lived in a penthouse before!”

“Because I’ve never lived in a penthouse before!” Bruce cries out.

Now we’re so young / But we’re probably gonna die

“Do you drink?” Nat asks me, eyes beaming.

I nod, ignoring the boys’ kerfuffle. In one swift move, she swoops her arm behind the bar counter, pulling out a bottle of vodka. I should ask to learn some of her super-spy badassery.

“Oh boy,” Steve smirks to himself as she lays out the shot glasses.

“Who here has stopped a fascist organization from overtaking the country in a single afternoon?”

“Can S.H.I.E.L.D count as that organization?” Tony interjects.

“Ha. Ha,” Nat groans, pouring her and Steve shots.

It’s so fun / We’re so good at selling lies

“Okay, okay. Who here has a suit made of iron and sent a nuclear warhead through a portal to space?” Tony asks, “Just me? Shame,”

Nat begrudgingly pours him his when I seize the moment.

We look so good / And we never even try

“Who here will get this someone with a suit made of armor who sent a nuclear warehead through a through a portal to space all to herself tonight?” I grin, letting the question hang in the air, “Just me? Shame,”

Get your money from a trust fund

I throw my drink back with a victorious whip. Scattered laughter emerges from the group. Even Thor, who isn't the most well-versed in Terran quips, gets a chuckle out of it. As Steve pats me on the back, officially welcoming me to the team, I see Clint murmur something in Tony’s ear to which he smiles. Although I've never had the most advanced hearing, I do like to think I can sort of read lips. And the ones that I believe escaped the rusty archer’s lips were; “I like her”.

Do it all the time.

xxx

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