While Valentina takes longer TO order… she can never make up her mind or remember what she wanted to try last time. Her orders get a little long in the weird way she’ll try and order half this, half that, and sub this for that. Johan is simple, meat and potato kind of guy. So Val is longer there.
Duncan, on the other hand, is a very picky eater and a vegetarian. When he does go out (which he hates doing) to eat the list is usually much longer than Val’s with 86 this and 86 that. Duncan will also ask the details of the food before ordering. Ashoken is not a big eater or really into food so, Duncan!
Awe omg thank you for asking about my apocalypse-kids! Thanks for waiting! I’m actually trying to reorganize them and make an OC page. I have actually a ton made for a whole AU story. I will try and be as brief and just go over my favorites to spare you. This is an old pic below I really need to redo it! It’s missing so many!
Sentinal Rose Grant is from my Fallout 3 who came to “Boston” with the Brotherhood. She’s still angry over her Father’s sacrifice and the loss of so many friends even a decade later. Her attitude shows it and tries her best to keep a particular Elder steadyhanded but fears she’s failing.
Angelina “Angel 6″ is Wildcard Courier from New Vegas. She literally walked into the sunrise looking for a fresh start. Through making new connections and helping getting hired on various caravan routes until she was stuck on the East Coast a while. She eventually got back into the courier and caravan business between Boston and DC. She’s currently helping planning a path blaze south.
Valentina “Agent Harris” was an accidental SoSu. (her backstory is biggest, and I am leaving childhood out here) Pre-war she was an espionage agent for the US, a honeypot. Her father, a high ranking military official,” arranged her cryo pod in Sanctuary under an assumed name. She fell out of C1 during one of the “Cryo” Errors and had complications. She was found by Angel and nursed back to health. Angel and she quickly became friends and lovers. Hancock introduced Valentina to the Minutemen General, Johan who belongs to one of my best friends @helloaschefire and they quickly bonded over the OldWorld and eventually became lovers also. Now she helps the Minutemen and Settlements whenever she can.
Duncan… Duncan is actually the youngest son of Father. He’s got some seriously deep daddy issues never feeling as good as the “children” father could make who were perfect, or more perfect. He befriended a synth at an early age and witnessed hints of self-awareness. Telling Father of this amazing discovery, he had to watch it destroyed as a lesson. This was the catalyst for rebellious mentality and behaviors until eventually being assigned a personal guard, A5-14, Ashoken who also belongs to @helloaschefire. “Ash” eventually started showing the same signs at a faster rate and helped cover Duncan’s escape (and his ass) as they fled to the surface and now plan to end or take over the Institute in Boston anyway necessary.
All of these, and probably 10 more, OCs are all in the same AU with my closest friends! Thank you @ethantherenegade for letting me ramble about my little corner of the world!!
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
Happy Valentine’s Day @ME! hahah!
Well, I couldn’t leave my apocalypse son out! I mess and torture him too much not to give him just one night. @helloaschefire , I will NOT Apologize for the look on Ashoken’s face. Only I know what was just said and nothing can make me change that! I REGRET NOTHING! Except my rushed work. I regret that. But I did 3 full pieces today and this was for me. So it’s okay. It’s perfectly perfect being imperfect… just like Duncan and Ash.Anyways, this is on the roof of the Institute Man House/Settlement overlooking the Harbor/Cove. And the waves and stars were a bitch. I’m done!
This follows what happened here. An index of Ashoken and Duncan’s story can be found here. The lovely and talented @charomiami provided the top two screenshots I worked from along with her apoco-son Duncan.
“It Was”
Ashoken loves collecting lunchboxes and Duncan goes out of his way to bring back any he comes across that are in good shape, different stickers or paint colours. Duncan spied a nearly pristine one and couldn’t help it. It may have gotten a lil banged up in the fight.
This follows what happened here. An index of Ashoken and Duncan’s story can be found here. Credit to the lovely and talented @charomiami who provided the screenshots I worked from and her apoco-son Duncan.
Radstorm Lunch p2
Since I don’t have any “new” work ready for show yet, I tried to clean up a couple (killing me) points on RadStorm Lunch with Duncan and Ashoken and included a few detail points I’m fond of while I brood over the rest. We also came to the conclusion Duncan got sour mutfruit lmfao.
This is my current wallpaper. Ashoken belongs to marvelous @helloaschefire
CharoMiami 