f. a. steel

“You used to take your subs there?” I snap. “Some of them, yes,” he says quietly, his tone clipped. “Leila?” “Yes.” “The place looks very new.” “It’s been refurbished recently.” “I see. So Mrs. Robinson met all your subs.” “Yes.” “Did they know about her?” “No. None of them did. Only you.” “But I’m not your sub.” “No, you most definitely are not.” I stop and face him. His eyes are wide, fearful. His lips are pressed into a hard, uncompromising line. “Can you see how fucked-up this is?” I glare up at him, my voice low. “Yes. I’m sorry.” And he has the grace to look contrite. “I want to get my hair cut, preferably somewhere where you haven’t fucked either the staff or the clientele.” He flinches. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” “You’re not running. Are you?” he asks.

Jealousy (Danse x f!Sole)


A/N: Aww, I love you too! Hope you like it, took me a while but I wanted to get this right. Happy Valentine’s day!

As soon as he had seen the settlement appear in the distance, Danse had felt the sense of dread creeping up on him. During their time in the commonwealth wilderness, he had aided Sole in helping some good people, but they had been out there for too long without a decent night’s sleep. He felt exhausted but nevertheless… he hated returning to the settlement. Sleeping in a safer place was definitely preferable to a make-do resting place with shifts to stay on guard, but the safer option also brought along a randomized bunch of followers. People who did not understand the Brotherhood ways and even littered with those insisting on Sole’s life in danger through their reckless behavior. And Danse just knew who Sole was going to go talk to first. And she had… the worst of all was currently laughing it up with Sole, once more.

Danse was side-eyeing Deacon and Sole. He didn’t know why Sole ever bothered to trust a pathological liar but she refused to call him anything less than her best friend. Danse couldn’t shake the thought that there was more going on. There was a familiarity when they spoke to each other, the way they … fist-bumped each other? It seemed code for something else entirely, he attempted not to even think of its true meaning. And that was not counting the nicknames they gave each other. Death bunnies… it both underlined what had to be a hidden relationship and the botched personality of her suitor. He looked at her, arms crossed, as she laughed at something Deacon said. Danse couldn’t help but smile himself every time he saw her smile. She looked so beautiful when she did… it never seized to make his heart skip a beat when she did.

But whenever she smiled because of Deacon he snapped out of it fast. Remembering it wasn’t him that managed to make her smile but him. Deacon didn’t deserve her. Not that he considered himself much better but seeing them together made him feel like his insides knotted together, like something hrabbed his heart and wrung it. He didn’t want to see them but he couldn’t look away. His ridiculous devil-may-care attitude seemed to appeal more to her than his own personality… and in a way he understood that. He loved her own non-conformist way of behaving, following her own morals, instincts rather than rules. He couldn’t imagine was it was like to feel so comfortable doing that, but he did know  that being around her made the unknown, the unpredictability of her actions exhillerating. He snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed Sole’s face shifting expressions.

She looked a bit flustered at the prankster… Danse would’ve looked away but he noticed Deacon started to laugh and looked his way, pointing a finger in his direction. He practically yelled “Him? Seriously?” Before Danse knew it Deacon was walking towards him with Sole behind him frantically trying to stop him in his tracks. “Deacon don’t you fucking dare.”
“ Oh, watch me.” Deacon looked highly amused and Danse braced himself. He couldn’t imagine getting along with the man even if he weren’t obviously hiding something.

“ Well well if it isn’t our favourite tin can man. Found a heart yet? “ Danse stood up straight, using his physical presence to intimidate him. It clearly wasn’t working in the slightest.
“ You certainly opt to use big words for someone with so few braincells left.” Danse retorted.
“ Oh, they’re too difficult? Allow me to spell them out for ya.” Sole pushed Deacon aside. “That’s enough, cut it out Deacon.”
“ Well, you’re the boss. One with a secret. But don’t worry, this one is too used to taking orders to think for himself. I bet he still hasn’t even figured out what this is about.” Danse got a little flustered, looking at Sole. Deacon was right, he had no idea what it was about. What was going on in the first place.
“ At least I am no unguided projectile.”
“ Now that’s true. You’re indeed no fun. Predictable. See Sole, I’d have gotten it if you had a thing for Nick or even MacCready but this one? ” Deacon rolled his eyes. “ Deacon. Shut. Up.” He raised his hands “ All right Sole, your wish is my… strong recommendation. Just watch your back around this one.”
“ Says the man who dabbles in rebellion, false identities and subterfuge.”
“ Hah, false identities huh? Looks who’s talking.” Sole hissed his name once more, a warning tone indicating it was time for him to leave. “ Fine. That last one might have been a bit much. I’ll leave you to it Sole, but I’d think this through first if I were you.” He looked at Danse. “Take good care of her or I will find you.”

Deacon left again, allowing Danse and Sole a moment alone. He wasn’t sure whether he ought to ask her what all that was about in the first place… it would only underline that he was indeed less capable of taking social cues than him.
“ Danse… do you know what he was getting at?” Danse got flustered once more as he shook his head. “ No I do not, unfortunately.”
“ Can we… talk somewhere more private?” Sole asked, looking a little bit nervous herself. It somehow soothed him, knowing he wasn’t the only one who didn’t feel entirely at ease.
“ Of course.” Danse scraped his throat and started to speak to her. “ We seem to share a sentiment, him and I. Neither of us enjoys seeing you with the other.”
“ No kidding.” Sole muttered. “ Sometimes I wonder why you two can’t just get over it already. Deacon’s my best friend, he isn’t gonna go anywhere and you’re…” Danse felt the familiar sense of gloom creeping up on him. He filled in the gap with various possibilities ‘less important’, ‘inferior’.  Sole opened the door to her private quarters and let him go in first.  She closed the door and looked at him. “ Danse I…”
“ There’s something I want to say first.” He gathered up his courage to say something in case this would be the moment where Sole dismissed him. No matter how much it would hurt him if she did, he needed to warn her first. Sole nodded and sat down on her desk. It always had amused him how she would sit there rather than on her chair when talking to him. She said she did it to feel less small in comparison to him.
“  I understand that you and Deacon have a special bond, and that it seems to be growing but I must urge you to be careful around him. He may not have wronged you yet but he is a spy, a liar. He cannot be trusted. Of course I have no say in your romantic decisions but… just watch yourself. Especially if I can’t.” Sole looked more confused than ever.
“ What are  you talking about? What’s that about if I can’t?”
“ Deacon and I simply do not see eye to eye and we most likely never will. You have chosen him as your romantic companion. I understand that you made your choice and…”
“ Woah, hold up. I am not sending either of you away that’s one. Second; do you think that me and Deacon are…”
“ You laugh at his jokes, you seek him out…” Sole laughed.
“ Danse… of course I do. He’s my best friend, he’s got my back. You already know all the shenanigans we’ve gotten into. But me and Deacon are not dating. He’s like a véry sarcastic brother to me. Hell, he’s got a thing for someone else actually, and so do I. That’s what I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
Danse’s eyes widened. “ Deacon is interested in me in that way?”
Sole laughed. “No. He isn’t. Allow me to clarify.” She stood on the chair beside her desk to get up high enough and kissed Danse. “ I am interested in you in that way. But if you prefer Deacon..”
Danse kissed her again, wanting to regain the feeling of warmth and just utter happiness it granted him. “ You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Sole.” She smiled.
“ Even though I am an unguided projectile who can’t take orders as well?” Sole looked at her with pure love in his eyes, brushing some hair out of her face. “ Yes. I always knew there was something missing from my life. Now I’ve found it.”


Molly tried so hard to help settlements with Preston.

Then, they stepped into Cambridge and received a certain military radio signal. 

I like you a lot Preston, but…


*Molly can hear laser rifles right up ahead*


Reunited! 


She quickly yanked off the hood, of course. 


“My Paladin.”

anonymous asked:

That anon's asking if you're gay for any of your characters

Why yes, I feel very lighthearted/happy about a good number of them! Fatigue and Teba are 2 of my personal favorites from opposite ends of the vocal spectrum, in the same way that Zenke was a role that was right up my alley in terms of intensity. Revali was challenging as hell, but an experience I sorely needed to encounter with the supportive aide of my session director, and Rean will always hold a special place in my heart as my first true “lead role”.

“I’d like to help.” His expression is sincere. “You can chop the vegetables.” “I don’t cook,” he says, regarding the knife I hand him with suspicion. “I imagine you don’t need to.” I place a chopping board and some red peppers in front of him. He stares down at them in confusion. “You’ve never chopped a vegetable?” “No.” I smirk at him. “Are you smirking at me?” “It appears this is something that I can do and you can’t. Let’s face it, Christian, I think this is a first. Here, I’ll show you.” I brush up against him and he steps back. My inner goddess sits up and takes notice. “Like this.” I slice the red pepper, careful to remove the seeds. “Looks simple enough.” “You shouldn’t have any trouble with it,” I mutter ironically. He gazes at me impassively for a moment then sets about his task as I continue to prepare the diced chicken. He starts to slice, carefully, slowly. Oh my, we’ll be here all day.

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And again, we’ve got two semi-different responses to fighting the courser.

I just love how wise little Codsy is. He really hopes and expects Sole to consider all the options, and go with the best route rather than simply rushing to make a decision on which faction to pursue and hand the chip over to.

Danse, however, assumes it’ll go right to the BOS (WHICH IT ABSOLUTELY DOES BECAUSE I LOVE SEEING ARTHUR GET EXCITED ABOUT BUILDING THE TELEPORTER. 2QT OMG. THEY ALL GET SO EXCITED). No doubt in his mind that Sole would hand it over to another faction, and would never consider it. 

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I’m not too good with storyboarding, but I had to quickly sketch this! 
These are scenes from Fancy Lads Snacks (Filthy_Bunny)’s super awesome Fanfiction featuring Maxson/F!Sole Survivor. It’s amazing you have to go read it like now. like now.


Mood: The Neighbourhood - Flawless

Azula’s Fire + Amateur Math

How hot is Azula’s fire? Well, blue fire is known to be between 2,600-3,000 F (1430-1650 C). But wait, there’s more!

Since Zuko was ~13 when he was banished, that would make Azula 11 at the time. I’m going to assume the flashbacks of Zuko Alone were a year before banishment, making her 10 there. At the time, her fire was a bright orange, which is around 2,200 F (1,200 C). Assuming Azula’s fire in the show is the hottest a blue flame can be (3000 F), then since she was 10, Azula’s fire grew 800 degrees in Fahrenheit (~430 C). Meaning it increased in temperature by 200 F (93 C) each year. 

If this rate were to continue (which it probably wouldn’t), by the time she turns 50, Azula’s fire would be a thousand degrees hotter than the sun. I don’t think it would get that out of hand, because then she would die if she ever firebended. 

Azula, when confronted with a giant wave thrown at her by Katara, is able to immediately evaporate all of it. She can slice buildings clean through when her aim is precise enough. These were both in the show. But what more? 

I present to you: List of Things Azula Could Melt (easiest to hardest)

  1. My heart
  2. Fire Nation Battleship (Lego form) (ABS lego bricks melt at 221 F/80 C)
  3. The jewelry she’s wearing in the first pic (assuming gold, 1948 F, 1064 C)
  4. This loser (steel=2500 F/1370 C. gold mentioned above) 

       6. anything probably (clarification: anything under 3000 F melting point. Azula cannot melt: osmium, rhenium, tungsten, or carbon. Do not try this at home) 

Lyon’s Pride

Part two of my commissions from @cynicalbounce. Here is my Lone Wanderer, Cady Corbett, with her girlfriend, Sentinel Sarah Lyons. Thank you for another awesome piece. <3

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