that kid from 101

why is it that all of broduce 101 self introduction videos are them competing to be the most extra

like … there’s that kid who sat and ate chili peppers and nearly choked and that kid who randomly did a backflip and let himself be hit by various types of sports equipment while singing and that one legend who ended his by doing a bottle flip not to mention the center dressed himself in a present box and then proceeded to rip it in half and how could i almost forget that kid from jeju who started talking about his mom’s pig farm

Can we talk about how absolutely traumatic the original ending of Fallout 3 would’ve been for Butch if Lone died.

- His last connection to Vault 101 is gone. He can’t go home. They never wanted him there anyway and if Amata kicked out her best friend, there is no way she’d let him back in.

- Lone is the glue that holds the group (Charon, Fawkes, Dogmeat, Butch, etc) together. For a brief moment, Butch had the gang, the family, he always dreamed about, and now besides Dogmeat and maybe Charon he’s alone.

- The BoS probably wouldn’t let him stay long if he wasn’t planning on joining. Butch wouldn’t care anyway, but he’d remain bitter about them being cowards and letting a teenager die for the rest of his life.

- He burns his vault suit after people inevitably mistake him for Lone.

- As a vault dweller, most now consider him the new Lone and savior of the wastes. Three Dog probably crowns him the new “crazy kid from Vault 101” and the pressure of being just as great as Lone eats at him.

- The predictable moment when the Wastelanders realize this and think of him as a disappointment.

- More hangovers in the Rivet City jail and Harkness’ annoyance with him becoming pity.

- When stopping by Megaton, he drunkenly stops by Lone’s old house, forgetting that they’re gone, and finds the jacket he gave them. He never goes back.

- He knows the only way he’ll ever escape Lone’s shadow is by leaving D.C. and so sets his sights out West in New Vegas, where no one gives a damn what you do and no one is ever sober. After journeying for months, he gets a gig as a Courier for the Mojave Express.

  • After some months of schedule, Guanlin and Seonho meet again
  • Guanlin: *excited byeongari*
  • Seonho: Ah, Guanlin, you are back! So, how is Minhyun hyung? (✿◕ ω ◕)
Falling (Carlos de Vil x Reader)

Requested by @fuckkoffcourtney 
Prompt:  hi!! could you write a carlos deville from descendants x reader where reader lives on auradon and is a teaching assistant in remedial goodness 101 and she starts to fall for carlos as he does for her? thanks sm!

You would walk into the room where you have been helping in the remedial godness 101 class for the kids Ben invited from the Isle. 

Sure you agreed with your friend Ben that it would be a cool idea, but you had no idea how big of an impact it would have made on your friend group. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” You hear a voice say 

You would snap out of your thoughts and look up at whoever had asked you the question to see the one and only Carlos De Vil. You would admit, he has sort of grown on you. but you didn’t want to say anything until you were sure that he would be staying. Besides, (insert mother here), your mother wouldn’t be too fond of him, he was raised by villains, therefore he will turn out just like them. 

“Yeah, I’m fine Carlos. Thanks for asking. It’s just been a very long day.” You say, rubbing your temples 

“If you want, you can join me and Dude for a walk through the forest.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck 

You smile and look back at the clock and nod, mentally thinking about your schedule. 

“I think I could squeeze that into my schedule. I don’t have to meet with Ben until 5. I got a few hours.” You say, stacking your papers 

“Sweet.” He says 

You laugh as you stand up and put your books and papers in your bag, slinging it across your shoulder, walking out of the room with Carlos right next to you. 

“How did you even get caught up with helping in this class?” He asks 

“Let’s just say Ben is a very thoughtful friend.” You say with a laugh 

“He just volunteered you?” He asks, shock in his voice 

“When you’ve known each other for basically you’re whole lives, he doesn’t even ask me. He knows I’ll most likely do it.” You say with a smile 

“Well, it’s pretty cool having you help teach that class. I don’t know if we would have survived that class if it wasn’t for you.” He says 

You laugh and look at him with a little surprise on your face. 

“Of course you guys could have.” You says “Fairy Godmother is a very good teacher for goodness.” 

“That’s only because she doesn’t know anything else.” He says 

“True.” You say with a laugh 

He smiles as you two continue to walk through the woods in silence, an occasional bark from Dude. 

“How are you guys liking Auradon anyway?” You asks 

“It’s actually a lot cooler than we all thought. Other than all of the… what’s the right word?” He says 

“Rules?” You ask 

“That’s one thing, but not what I was getting at. I want to be nice but all of the prince and princesses everywhere are just so different from the isle.” He says 

“Yeah. Back at the isle is just the kids of our biggest villains who have tried to take our parents down.” You say 

“Exactly.” He says 

“Well I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Cause in my opinion, I think Mal was a good thing that happened to Ben.” You say 

“You weren’t upset that he broke up with Audrey?” He asks, shock lacing his voice 

“Not at all. Me and Audrey had our differences. I thought she was too controlling over Ben.” You say 

“That would make sense. You have been part of his life longer than she was.” He says 

You laugh and nod, looking down at the watch you always wore, and purse your lips. 

“I have to go. I have to meet Ben in about 30 minutes. Talk to you tomorrow?” You say 

“Yeah, of course.” He says, a smile on his face 


You would be looking at the papers Fairy Godmother gave you to go over for the next lesson in Remedial Goodness 101. You groan in frustration as you waited in the office, waiting for Ben, who was now 15 minutes late to his own meeting that HE planned. 

“Sorry that I’m late Y/N. Got distracted.” Ben says as he hurries in, shutting the door behind him 

“Date with Mal?” You ask, not looking up 

“Yeah. How is Remedial Goodness 101 going with them? I hope that it wasn’t too much for you.” He says as he sits across from you, handing you some water 

You finally look up from the papers as you put them back in your bag, taking the water from his hand and take a sip. 

“I want to say it’s going good. I’ve seen major improvement in them from when they first came to Auradon.” You say 

“That’s a plus. Do you think you are still needed?” He asks 

You shrug and lean back in your chair, looking at him. 

“Doesn’t matter to me. I don’t have a class that period, I’m usually in the library studying.” You say 

“You sure? There’s not a certain somebody in there.” He says 

You look at him, confusion then shock on your face and she mentally face palm. 

“What has Mal told you?” You ask 

“That she’s noticed how your attitude has seem to change since you and Carlos started talking after class more often.” He says 

You look away, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. He laughs as he sets his water down. 

“I knew it!” He says 

“Knew what?” You ask 

“I knew you liked him. I’ve seen the way you look at him.” He says 

“Alright, I’ll admit, I think I’m falling for him.” You say 

“That’s okay Y/N. Your parents would like him.” He says 

“Who knows.” You say 

You look over at him and he just has that look on his face. You roll your eyes at him, sighing. 

“You’re lucky I have faith in you. Or I wouldn’t believe you.” You say 

He laughs, shaking his head. 


“Carlos, you were out longer than usual.” Jay says as Carlos walks into the dorm room 

“Yeah, I know. I lost track of time while I was talking with Y/N.” Carlos says, sitting down at the table 

“Oh is somebody else falling for one of them?” Jay teases 

“I just might be. But I don’t think it’s a good thing. Cause our parents are just going to throw them in prison when they take over, so what’s the point?” He asks 

“Maybe your mom might let you keep her out of prison.” Jay says 

“Highly doubt Mal’s mother would though.” He says, logging onto his computer 

“Just go for it. Mal shouldn’t be the only one who is somewhat happy.” Jay says 

“We’ll see.” Carlos says as he starts his homework

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anonymous asked:

Fallout 4 Companions react to the Lone wanderer

Danse- They’d served with dignity in the Brotherhood of Steel, even if it was under the command of a man Maxson often condemned. They were a sibling all the same. He salutes them like he was still a Paladin, and is a little surprised they salute back. “Been a long time since someone did that,” they say. Danse knows the feeling. They trade war stories and it feels like Danse is back at the police station. Everything in 101’s cadence and mannerisms is reminiscent of a hundred soldiers Danse had spoken to before, so it makes things easier than it would be with a civilian. It’s like talking to Rhys, to Haylen, to any Paladin or Scribe that called themselves brothers and sisters. They both have stories about DC as well, and Danse feels immeasurable comfort knowing that many of the memories he has of the place aren’t manufactured. 101 is so far the only person that can validate at least some of his past.
So they talk, of the people in Rivet City, of the battle they’ve fought, of the ones they’ve lost. When they’re both tired of talking, they sit and keep watch over Sanctuary in a companionable quiet. It feels like old times they’ve never shared.

Hancock- No one makes it this far without pissing off a lot of people. Oh, he’s heard the stories, knows the true ones and the lies and all the dirt to be dug up on them. He also knows 101 has a bounty on their head from several different factions that bled out of DC and into the Commonwealth. They were a nice enough person, but he never liked standing too close to anyone with a target on their back. He liked it even less when his friends stood there. Mercs, the ones after 101 especially, were messy folk. They were scattershot when it came down to it, and didn’t give a damn who got caught between them and their payday. He captures them in a moment when the others aren’t looking, makes sure his grip on their wrist is tighter than it needs to be. “These are my people,” he says under his breath, “If you get them hurt, you won’t have to worry about the Talon Company or Regulators mercs on your heel.” He lets his fingers linger a few seconds too long before finally releasing them. A slow nod tells him the message is received. His lips quirk. “Good. Welcome to the family.”
He left the “I’ll be watching you” part unsaid, but judging by the way 101 threw him glances over their shoulder, that part was heavily implied.

Piper- The next article is practically writing itself! The elusive Lone Wanderer, the Kid from 101 in the flesh. She vigorously shakes their hand and introduces herself before anyone else has a chance. “Piper Wright, reporter. Tell me 101 -is it okay if I call you 101- what brings you to the Commonwealth?” 101 says they don’t really have a reason, which does little to stop her. She monopolizes their guest’s attention for the next hour, jotting down most of what they said word for word. By the time Sole leads them away, her notepad is almost filled with enough information to pack an entire memoir on their journey from DC to the Commonwealth alone. She flips through what she has and wonders if all of it would fit better in a book than a newspaper. She considers titles while 101 is handed off to the others they didn’t get a chance to meet before being swooped up.

Cait- She didn’t really understand why anyone acted like this Vaultie was such a big deal. So they cleaned up the water in DC, who drank that shit anyway? Mirelurks fucked in it. No way you could clean Mirelurk spunk out. Still, she playfully punched them in the collarbone, making them stumble a step from surprise and the sheer force of the blow. She props her hand on her knee. “So yer the Vault celebrity, eh?” She snorts derisively. “Don’t look like much to me.” She gestures to their muscles. “Bet ya couldn’ even tear tissue paper with them noodle arms.”
Three arm wrestling matches later, she is still unconvinced they’re the big hero people talk about.

Preston- He grew up on stories about the Kid from 101 that had slipped out of DC. Preston was around 10 when it all happened, and it was a story he held close to his heart for many years. It wasn’t often a teenager was responsible for saving an entire city of people. They were one of many reasons he had for wanting to make the Commonwealth slightly less of a shithole. He babbles and 101 looks entertained that he’s holding their hand the entire time. He only realizes this fact when they give him a gentle squeeze. He tears his hand away with stuttering apologies, fumbling with his laser musket so he has something else to hold onto. He has so much he wants to ask but he knows he’s spoken too much as it is. He has to leave on a good note. The only thing that comes out once he clears his throat is; “Welcome to the Commonkelth.” Deacon elbows him and calls him a starfucker. It takes him a few hours to gather up the nerve to speak to them again.  

Nick- All the information he’s found on 101 consists mostly of hearsay and tall tales of dubious accuracy. There were few concrete achievements he could corroborate and knew with certainty were true; That 101 had saved a lot of folks in their time, they were still a kid when they did it, and that it cost them a hell of a lot to do it. He takes their hand with his intact one and shakes it firmly. “You did good, I hope you know that. World could use a few more upstanding people like you.” This surprises them, like they weren’t used to hearing praise. Maybe they just hadn’t heard it in a long time. Either way, they thank him. He allows the more eager members of the party their time, watching their every move closely, both out of suspicion and curiosity. Later, after everyone has their turn playing with the newest toy, they approach him, to Nick’s amazement. They sit next to him.
“You kind of remind me of my dad in a weird way,” they say suddenly. Nick tells them he gets that a lot. He wants to ask about the Mysterious Stranger a few times, but figures they know even less than he does.

MacCready- He knows the jumpsuit when he sees it cresting a far off hill. Few people are stupid enough to go around in bright blue and eyesore yellow, plus the only other person he knows that wears those ugly Vault suits is standing nearby. He’s embarrassingly excited about the visit. Once he’s close, he calls out to them. “Hey, mungo!” Recognition clicks in an instant and they capture him in a tight embrace. They express astonishment that he’s still alive, and even gets a little misty eyed. “Way to make me feel old, kiddo.” MacCready really doesn’t understand why they look so overjoyed to see him of all people (he was a little shit to them for a few years there) but he hugs them tightly. They have a lot to catch up on. Some of it good (like Duncan), some of it bad (like Lucy), 101 has their fair share of good and bad to share as well. He reflects with a short chuckle when Sole pulls 101 away for a moment that all of his truest friends have the worst taste in clothing.

Curie- She’s eager to meet the Lone Wanderer once MacCready has given her a briefing about everything that happened in DC. Her only real curiosity is how they survived lethal doses of radiation with limited mutation, or how they can do the many things they’re supposedly capable of (MacCready mentions something about a metal skeleton that peaks her interest). 101 isn’t sure themselves. They agree to allow her to run as many tests as she can with the limited resources of Sanctuary, and at the end of the day, she’s still no closer to answering the walking riddle that is the Lone Wanderer. She does get to hear about medical practices in the other places they’ve visited, and she leaves them with a renewed desire to see all that’s left of the world in the wastes.

Deacon- “I heard about you all the time on radio back in the Capitol Wastes, was always disappointed I never got a visit from the friendly neighborhood Lone Wanderer.” They arch a brow skeptically at him. Sole is behind them with a similar, much more leery look. He can’t decide if it’s a “stop bugging the guest” look or an examination of any possible tells, in case he was telling the truth for once. He continues the congratulation train and slips away before any holes can be poked in his story.

Strong- Strong doesn’t see why this human is different than any of the others. Just because they survived radiation, Super Mutants survived radiation all the time, it wasn’t some special skill. He tests to see if they’re built any sturdier than normal humans (they must have been, radiation makes humans stronger, he thinks) by slapping them on the back. They don’t get up for a few minutes. They do get up after awhile, so maybe they were more mutant than human after all. He’s hit people a lot softer than that and they never got up.

X6-88- The only reports he has any knowledge about regarding the Lone Wanderer are their rare dealings with the Railroad. The case in which 101 kept a valuable synth replicant out of the Institute’s grasp is the only real information he’s heard on them, the only source he trusts, even if the incident was before his time. He regards them attentively during their talks with the others in the group. Sole has insisted X6 keep whatever information he learns during this visit to himself. They both know that’s an order he won’t follow. 101 reaches him near the end of the procession Sole has, for some reason, dedicated to their arrival. They search for something he knows isn’t there behind his glasses. He screws his mouth shut tightly. Few words are exchanged, at some point 101 offers a handshake, X6 doesn’t unfold his arms.
What little they say to each other is relayed to Father. He’s less than pleased to know the one responsible for the Institute losing one of their most advanced prototype coursers is in the Commonwealth. X6 is ordered to observe, for now.

Dogmeat- He sniffs at 101’s leg. Something about them is odd and familiar, their scent, something in their face. They kneel to rub his head and he jumps up to lap at their chin. “You look just like him,” they murmur, their fingers deep in his fur.

Codsworth- “Did you hear about the machines in the coin factory breaking down all of a sudden?” Codsworth is confused, which doesn’t stop 101 from continuing, “With no explanation! It just doesn’t make any cents.” It takes a few seconds to snap. He stops himself from gasping excitedly and bustles over to them.
“A man walks into a bar!”
“His friend ducks,” they finish. Sole groans audibly, head in their hands. This does nothing to stop the barrage of truly awful puns the Mr. Handy and Lone Wanderer exchange for the next fifteen minutes.
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Maxson- If he must pick the thing that hurts him the most, it’s their eyes. They look at him like they’re staring at the corpse of the little boy they knew running around the Citadel. In a way, they are. He doesn’t let himself falter even under their stare. He keeps his back straight, his head high, his arms behind his back, his mouth sets in a thin line. “Jesus, Arthur.” The name strikes him harder than he anticipates. His fingers ball into a fist. “You asked for an audience, Paladin. Speak.” Their lips part to speak, he sees the anger (though it’s close to betrayal, and it is not a look he is unaccustomed to) flash across their face. Everything drains on their quiet exhalation.
“I don’t have anything to say to you, Elder Maxson.” The way they say his title makes it feel like a loathsome one to hold. He wants to apologize for something he knows needs no apology. The choices that have brought him here haven’t been easy, but they were necessary, he tells himself. He doesn’t need to explain himself to one of Elder Lyons’ pets. So he says nothing. 101’s features twist in anguish, until they can no longer stand to look at him. They rip something out of their pocket and slam it on the table, and then they’re gone, the silhouette that once filled him with such admiration disappearing through the halls of the Prydwen. His eyes flicker to the holotags left on his desk.

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anonymous asked:

How and when will the Fo3 companions say 'I love you'? (And gob and nova if its alright?)

Butch- It’s on his mind for ages before he says it, and if he was honest with himself, it’s something he’s wanted to say for a few years. But everything sounds too sappy in his head. He’s too stubborn to admit how empty his life would be without them, or that he often lays awake thinking about what to say. Eventually this frustration with himself makes him curt and even more rude with them than usual, until one day he snaps at them over something small. A bullet only just grazes their arm in a fight, and he pushes a stim on them despite their protests, scolding and nearly shouting at them all the while. “You gotta be more careful!” he says like an overbearing parent, “I love you ya’ jackass, you can’t keep-” They both stop dead. He stammers and tries to play it off (“I said I… I-i shove you! I… dove you? Shut up!) but they both know exactly what he said.

Charon- When the urge to protect them morphed from a order he had to mechanically carry out to a near panicked response when they were in danger, he couldn’t be sure. What was once just his job now feels so much more important. He needs to keep them safe. They’re curled up next to him, fast asleep after an encounter with ferals, and though he knows he has no right, he touches their cheek. He never says it aloud, yet it’s the only thing on his mind as he watches them. He doesn’t say the words until glass separates them, and their Geiger Counter is shrieking, and the rotunda is foggy with clouds of radiation.

Fawkes- He wants to find a better way to say it. Something more deserving of a beautiful soul like theirs, some grand gesture or a moving poem, but nothing feels to do it justice. No words seem strong enough to carry the weight of his feelings for 101. “You okay, Fawkes?” they ask him when he’s been staring off into space for a particularly long stretch of time. He looks at them, reaching for something to say, and the words slip out. “I love you.” They’re simple, but he guesses nothing can really describe it better.

Clover- The first time she says it, and she’s not just saying what she thinks they want to hear, is when they’re laying in bed together in the quiet Megaton shack. Their fingers are brushing against her bare shoulder, and it’s the only thing on her mind as she stares at them in the dark. “I love you,” she says softly into the crook of their neck and she slides her arm across their stomach to hold them close. It feels like forever since she really meant it as much as she does this time.

Paladin Cross- Lone is the closest thing to family she’s got. With James and Catherine gone, Cross is sure Lone likely feels the same way about her. She catches the look of mourning in their eyes as they overlook Project Purity and places a hand on their shoulder. “I know it will be hard without him. It might not feel like it at times, but there are people who love you, Lone. I love you like my own blood, and I know the Brotherhood does too. We are a poor replacement, but I hope… perhaps you might find a home with us.”

Jericho- 101 downs what’s left in the tequila bottle and ends up hacking up a lung, doubled over the bartop coughing. Jericho slaps them on the back and wheezily laughs. They peer up at him, seeming a bit embarrassed, and he takes them by the cheek. “God damn it I love you, kid.” It could just be the booze talking, but he’s never felt this fond of the little Vault asshole until this moment, as he plants a sloppy kiss against their neck.

Nova- It’s in the middle of a heated encounter, far from their first, when she’s panting and failing to keep them both quiet for the sake of the other patrons in the bar, that she catches herself breathlessly exclaiming, “I love you, god, I love you!” After their peaks leave them sprawled across the bed, she’s left to wonder if she meant it. She’s never said it before, especially not to a paying customer. They could many things from her, but never those words. But as she’s mapping out the contours of their hands, she finds she doesn’t regret saying it, nor does she want to take it back.

Gob- The kid from 101 is one of few people in Megaton that not only treats him with some respect, but isn’t afraid of touching him. They even make a habit of ghosting their hand over his when they’re accepting their drink. It’s after they come in day after day for weeks, giving him those tiny gestures that haunt him well into the next day, that they finally steal a moment away from Moriarty’s gaze. He takes their hand in his, and instead of recoiling, they push their fingers further into the space between his. He says “I love you” before he can catch himself. Not even if he knows if what he feels for them is love, if he appreciates the kindness they show him or this is real infatuation, but at the moment, he doesn’t really care. There will be time later for self-examination. For now, he’s content just to touch and be touched.

  • Fallout 3: Here comes our Lone Wanderer, the Kid From Vault 101, Hero of the Wastes, just rescued a ton of slaves, saved a town from super mutants, blew up the enclave, wrote a book, brought us clean water, and defused a megaton bomb!!
  • Skyrim: Look it's the Dragonborn, the Harbinger of the Companions, Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild, Archmage of the College of Winterhold, Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, Thane of every Hold!!!
  • Fallout New Vegas: Someone stopped the monorail from blowing up but whatever