negative traits: Valentina edition

• tagged by the sensational @joz-stankovich LOVE YA  ♥

• tagging @ariejul @helloaschefire @failout4 @beckiboos @ryu-no-joou @deaconmcsexypants , @val-rampage @impr0bablyhighrn @coffeecogs @catastrotaffy (I know some of you are away this weekend!) & everyone else who wants to do it ♥

Since I will be doing this for Angel tomorrow I’ll tag more of you then!

• rules: bold traits that apply always. italicize occasional or situational traits.

aggressive | arrogant | authoritarian | bitter | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | cold/cold-hearted | compulsive | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | delusional | demanding | disillusioned | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | greedy | grim | guarded | hard | harsh | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | intimidating | irritable | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | manipulative | materialistic | mean | merciless | messianic | mistrusting | murderer | narrow-minded | obsessive | opinionated | over-bearing | over-critical | over-emotional | over-thinking | patronizing | proud | remote | repressed | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic | self-righteous | self-indulgent | serial killer | taciturn | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful

Perfect timing since I was working on a redraw of THIS ONE from 7 months ago

OC Heights

Some of you know I have been going on about trying once more to setscale my OCs in game and I was like… crap I need help! I have my own lineup but I wanted a little more in my tool selection and thought I’d share this

http://www.mrinitialman.com/OddsEnds/Sizes/compsizes.xhtml

Institutional Dreams

helloaschefire:

I always return to the Institute when I sleep. Duncan urges me to sleep as he does. Humans need a certain amount of sleep or else their physical and mental functions suffer. For a synth, for me, it is different. We sleep so that we may blend in. Duncan wishes me to blend in.

I sleep and I dream of gleaming silver columns and rushing water. I smell the earth and green things growing that have never seen a sun. I move through unfamiliar corridors, painted white with yellow stripes. Sometimes red and green and blue. Different divisions, all needing synths for nearly everything. Without us, they could not aspire to the goals Father has set out. And yet, we are treated like any scope or scalpel or spoon.

A scientist whose face is familiar with a name I can almost remember, asks me to sit in a chrome-plated chair next to a small table. Atop are syringes and vials neatly lined up on a silver tray. He tells me this will not hurt, but it is a lie. The injection stings. I rub my arm as he carefully reminds me to let him know of any side effects I experience. “Go back to your duties,” he tells me.

My cheeks are hot and damp with salt water. My eyes burn with it. My shoulders shake. There is a soothing touch on my cheek. The press of soft lips.

I open my eyes but my vision is blurry. It is Duncan there. is face large and pulling away. “You are crying,” he said.

“Oh.” He doesn’t let me sit up. Instead, he lays on the couch beside me. A shield, I tell myself. Not a cage. I do not think this is the first time I have cried on his shoulder, but it is the first time I will remember. Neither of us heard the door open and close to the safe house, hours, minutes later. Neither of us remembered Curie had been there too.

This follows what happened here. An index of Ashoken and Duncan’s story can be found here. Duncan is the apoco-son of the lovely and talented @charomiami 

yesssssssssss

Wings #6 for Ashoken.

helloaschefire:

Except for the occasional clackity-clack of the buildings around us settling further into disrepair, the street was silent. The wind couldn’t find us in such close quarters so we were warmer than we had been since we left the Marina safe-house. Our goal was to ransack one of the many medical centers in the ruins of Boston for supplies to use, to convert into medicine for ourselves or sell as scrap. Every cap counted if we were to meet our goals of taking down the institute, of surviving.

I heard the flapping of wings before even Echo. I do not like to point out to Duncan that I can hear and smell just as well his dog. His camaraderie with the dog is something I need to understand better. Still, I heard them before Echo and Duncan. I gestured for them to get into the shadows. There are so many places to hide in the Commonwealth. It is a wonder the Institute can find anything let alone a runaway synth. But it does with ruthless efficiency. The folk above ground do not have any proof, but they are certainly correct. The Institute has eyes every. Above and on the ground. Three large black birds passed over our hiding place.

If they settled near us, I would shoot them as I have with every single bird we’ve come across except for the chickens. Duncan says the Institute would not waste its time making a rad chicken. I have to agree. They are ugly beasts. But tasty.

The blackbirds kept flying, their destination perpendicular to ours, or so it seemed. My head remained on a swivel. Up, down and all around. 

LOVE! Wish I’d sent this!

MEET THE FALLOUT OC – DUNCAN

I didn’t get a lot done today, but I made sure to finish Duncan’s SCAV! cover. It’s been one of those days so any progress is good progress.

Next: Duncan, Johan, Ashoken, Rose, Angel, and Rosalind… not in that order. We’ll see!