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21/08/14 @ 08:56pm
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[8:51:32 PM] Lini: ngl i’d read stories about hulking russian babes blowing things up in the style of hemingway
[8:51:48 PM] Lini: the oleg man and the sea
[8:55:16 PM] AK Fedeau: a farewell to potate

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rosie & asha - scary
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"You know, Agent Odekar." Rosie nudged Temple’s dead trooper with her foot. "You ever think you frighten men?"

Asha gave her a look to curdle milk.

Rosie snorted and started down the hall. “I like you already.”

Rosie and/or Ben King?
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King pushed shells into his shotgun in the passenger seat.

"You’re not from Stilwater, are you?"

Rosie rolled to a stop at the red light. No answer.

"Good." King’s voice turned fond. "Maybe you have a different vision for this place."

Rosie and kinzie- food
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"Thanks for… bringing me food, by the way." Kinzie picked at the takeout box with a sheepish face. "I thought you guys put potato and caviar in everything. But this is good."

"Don’t think about it. I need you in top form for this job." Rosie stopped on her way out the door. "But Kinzie?"

Kinzie looked up.

"Don’t stereotype."

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Rosie & Shaundi - differences
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Shaundi zipped the back of her dress and picked up the bottle on Rosie’s counter. Planet Saints Black Label: Eau de Cologne Pour Homme.

"You wear this stuff?”

"Why don’t you try it?" Rosie straightened her bow tie in the mirror. "You’re a dear girl, Shaundi, but you smell like a cheerleader."

Prompt: Rosie and Oleg - tears
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The rain came down in sheets outside, and Rosie slumped on the side of the bed.

Fuck." She wiped her nose. "You know how long it’s been since I cried in front of someone?"

"I know." Oleg patted between her shoulders. "I know."

oleg-smile
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"You should smile sometime," Rosie thought out loud, knees up as she painted her toes.

Oleg sneered - looked up from his book - and stretched his face into the grin of a killer starved for blood.

"Never mind."

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@ 02:11pm
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mrsroy:

Give me the name of a character or pairing and I’ll write a three-sentence fic about them.

doing this again! doesn’t have to be romantic pairs either

also feel free to add some kind of prompt word like pierceaholic says

figuring out how to color some rosie fic stuff

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18/08/14 @ 02:28pm
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"People are just afraid of things too much. Afraid of things that don’t necessarily merit fear."

"People are just afraid of things too much. Afraid of things that don’t necessarily merit fear."

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My courier is a transman living in the wastes. How would your characters handle the wastes while being a member of the LGBT community, which seems to have assimilated itself with the modern culture in the Mojave. I mean, being trans isn't really pivotal for him, but it does play into his character a little. Yours?
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hmm…

well, Tony has an interesting relationship with romance and sexuality. I wrote him for a long time as shacked up with Arcade, and while I don’t talk about my characters’ sex lives much out of embarrassment, the implication, I think, was that the relationship was sexual.

but the longer I sit with him as a character, the less that fits him. I think he doesn’t regard sex with distaste so much as something deeply other. people do that with people, sometimes for love, sometimes for money. but, just like everything else, that’s none of his business. and it is, as I say, very much the stuff that other people do.

so what he may or may not want from a lifetime companion is, likewise, nobody’s business. if someone were to ask him what he’d take at the Atomic Wrangler, they’d get a slouch and a mumbled “that’s a familiar thing to talk about.”

but what he has with Arcade still becomes what I’d call a romantic friendship, and I think he is silently reassured to meet others. he may not reveal that romantic friendship to them, but he internalizes their good graces and feels a little less alone.

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17/08/14 @ 11:43pm
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My NCR-aligned Courier killed Joshua Graham, just as she did for every other legionary she came across
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oh, you know what, this one’s interesting, I’m gonna go with Tony here

Tony’s relationship with Joshua Graham is weird. first of all, Joshua recognizes him. an important force in Tony’s fic was that he looked exactly like his Legion father. and while the dude wasn’t a legate or anything, he was big - and Joshua knew him. and in there with the hatred he has for the Legion as a whole is a small, specific loathing for Tony’s father.

so Graham is, at first, confused. here is this obvious child of one of the Legion’s most bloodthirsty, and he’s this apologetic wallflower. he just wants to wash his clothes in the river and trade with the Dead Horses for some food.

from Tony’s perspective, he’s been to the Fort by the time he gets to Zion. he’s aware of how dirty Graham’s hands probably were in his Legion days. even worse, Graham’s evangelizing reminds him too much of the preacher who raised him. on the other hand, his devotion seems genuine… and he does have it out for the Legion…

he doesn’t know. this business is all too much. he doesn’t want to get involved in a conflict that isn’t his, but the Dead Horses are getting beaten awful bad. and Tony was always the kind to tell bullies to pick on somebody their own size.

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i met with explodinghye for dinner last night and she brought me a potato. i can’t believe how many people are in on this joke now

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15/08/14 @ 01:40pm
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zoubstance:

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13/08/14 @ 12:49am
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FINE ART BY LESLIE
I came to Lauren Bacall at a bad time in my life.
I was eighteen, and I’d had the rug of my existence pulled from under me. I couldn’t talk to people. I couldn’t dress myself. I had no idea where I’d live on my next birthday, and it only sort of registered with me that I went to college. I was a tall child with a debit card, and I had nothing figured out.
And here were Slim and Vivian Sternwood and Irene Jansen, and they did. Sure, they got into problems, but they could kill a man. Or they could win one. Their choice. They had the will to power, as much as they willed their hair to look perfect every morning.
So I decided one day: I was going to be her. Well, not really. I was going to be the women she played. I brought in pictures of her every time I cut my hair, and I tried to speak with my stomach voice to make it deeper. I was serious. And I was upset when it didn’t work out, but through it all, I told myself: If you can will to power like them, everything will be all right.
I learned later the problem with going from human to onscreen archetype, not least of which being that people don’t work like that. Hollywood is a hanging garden. Expect yourself to look stylist good and sound like a hardboiled script and you’re setting yourself up for failure. But Betty’s characters gave me something to want for myself when I needed it, and even now, they give me an ideal.
I told my mother about it when she came home from work. She couldn’t believe it. “I know,” I said. “I figured at this rate the old broad would outlive me.”
She still will.

I came to Lauren Bacall at a bad time in my life.

I was eighteen, and I’d had the rug of my existence pulled from under me. I couldn’t talk to people. I couldn’t dress myself. I had no idea where I’d live on my next birthday, and it only sort of registered with me that I went to college. I was a tall child with a debit card, and I had nothing figured out.

And here were Slim and Vivian Sternwood and Irene Jansen, and they did. Sure, they got into problems, but they could kill a man. Or they could win one. Their choice. They had the will to power, as much as they willed their hair to look perfect every morning.

So I decided one day: I was going to be her. Well, not really. I was going to be the women she played. I brought in pictures of her every time I cut my hair, and I tried to speak with my stomach voice to make it deeper. I was serious. And I was upset when it didn’t work out, but through it all, I told myself: If you can will to power like them, everything will be all right.

I learned later the problem with going from human to onscreen archetype, not least of which being that people don’t work like that. Hollywood is a hanging garden. Expect yourself to look stylist good and sound like a hardboiled script and you’re setting yourself up for failure. But Betty’s characters gave me something to want for myself when I needed it, and even now, they give me an ideal.

I told my mother about it when she came home from work. She couldn’t believe it. “I know,” I said. “I figured at this rate the old broad would outlive me.”

She still will.