Jan 17, 2021
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Here’s another contest piece for @saddeniq
demon218 replied to your photo “some self-indulgent married Boone and Jackal”
BOONE HAS HAIR?
we did it..... we finally found boone’s hair.....
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YEAH?
I have no fucking idea what’s going on with this guy. Why does he have a wolf head and also motorcycle goggles
I’m sorry did he CRUCIFY someone in the mf background??? His face is so unnerving I have no idea what’s going on why is The Void in his hat up to his neck nope
Rating: 2/10 I’m scared
"Stop calling me chicken little" nd "Two shots of vodka!" for Eddie >:D
Stop Calling Me Chicken Little - How brave is your OC?
brave to an extent, but eddie knows her limits. she knows when something is a stupid idea and she usually won’t act on it. except when she’s emotional. when she’s emotional, she’s absolutely foolhardy.
Two Shots of Vodka - Does your OC drink?
haha..... yeah. way too much. her drink of choice is rum and nuka!
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❤️ Share one of your favorite lines.
ahh this one was hard, but i settled on this bit from part 2 of The Hanged Man. context: Boone revisits Bitter Springs while Jackal is on her trip (specific line that i like is bolded).
Boone hated it when they talked about her like she was dead. The rumors he heard caused his jaw to clench and his hands to curl into fists. People were too quick to condemn. They didn’t understand how hard it was to keep her down. If the Sierra Madre, Big Empty, and Divide hadn’t killed her, then neither would this. She was just taking her time.
At least, that was what he had to keep telling himself for his own peace of mind. The courier couldn’t be dead — where would that leave him? Just a ghost of a man haunting the desert, waiting for something that would never arrive.
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44 for jackal n boone?
YESSSS
44. “Is that my shirt?”
Sunlight streamed through the windows of the Lucky 38’s lounge, glinting off of Boone’s sunglasses as he drank his coffee. In a rare turn of events, he was awake before Jackal — she usually rose with the sun. When she finally stepped out of the elevator, half-dressed with a tired, irritable look on her face, he immediately knew the reason she’d slept in. She was hungover.
“Good morning.” He couldn’t help the amused look on his face — it was frustrating how high-energy she could be in the mornings, so it was nice to see her walking around like a zombie for once.
Jackal dragged a hand over her face and attempted to rub the sleep from her eyes. “Says you,” she grumbled, walking over to him.
“There’s some coffee left if you want it.” He nodded at the coffee machine.
That pulled a smile out of her, and she patted his shoulder before moving behind the counter to pour herself a cup. “Oh Boone, have I ever told you that you’re my favorite friend?”
“That so?” he replied dryly. She proceeded to, in his opinion, ruin her cup of coffee by adding way too much cream and sugar. He winced involuntarily.
Jackal hummed in response, leaning against the counter and taking a sip with a relieved sigh. “Yep. Don’t tell the others though, they might get jealous.”
“Uh-huh. How are your stitches?” he asked, the humor in his voice fading into concern.
She lifted up her shirt to reveal a row of stitches above her hip. The wound itself wasn’t deep, but it was long — a result of a Legion machete. “It’s healing fine. No infection. Would go a bit faster if I used more stimpacks, but I figured we could both use the day off,” she smirked.
“Guess so. We—” Boone stopped and frowned. “Wait. Is that my shirt?”
Jackal looked down at her chest as if she’d never seen a white t-shirt before. “What? This is mine.”
He wasn’t convinced. “It’s too big for you.”
She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, which nearly covered the shorts she was wearing. “Bigger shirts are more comfortable to sleep in,” she shrugged.
“And that’s why you took mine?”
“This is my shirt, alright?” Jackal scowled, putting a hand on her hip. “Even if it wasn’t — which it is — our clothes get mixed up all the time when we do laundry. Ain’t my fault if your stuff falls my way.”
“Which it definitely didn’t.”
“Right,” she nodded.
“Even though I tore a hole in my shirt in that same spot when I got caught on that Joshua tree last week,” Boone said flatly, pointing at the sleeve.
Jackal followed his finger and snorted once she saw the hole. “Heh, I forgot about that.” He raised an eyebrow, and she hurriedly cleared her throat upon realizing that her reaction was potentially incriminating. “Must’ve torn it in the same place. Weird,” she shrugged innocently.
Boone pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jack, you can’t wear my shirts. The others are gonna think—”
When he didn’t finish his sentence, she looked at him expectantly. “Gonna think what?” She took another sip of her coffee.
Jackal was still half-asleep, and that was probably all that prevented her from understanding what he was trying to say. They’re going to think we’re sleeping together. Maybe it didn’t matter, because Cass was already convinced, but he was trying to avoid adding fuel to the fire. “Just— stop taking my clothes.”
“It’s not yours!” she cried, throwing a hand up. “Why does it matter anyways?” A smug grin suddenly spread across her face. “What, you want me to take it off?”
“Y— no. No.” Boone sighed. Apparently being hungover wasn’t enough to stop her from making suggestive jokes. “Forget it. You win.”
“Because it’s my shirt,” Jackal laughed.
He just shook his head and returned to his cup of coffee. “It is now.”
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👀 for Eddie! What was your first impression of the Benny?
seeing as their first interaction was benny saving her from a nice radscorpion sting, it was a lot of gratitude, followed by “holy shit this is one hot stranger” she also thought he was really fucking dumb, but that’s a given
📂 for boone and jackal!!
gonna do some for when they’re together,,
If Boone is having trouble sleeping, Jackal will sing for him. If she’s already asleep, he’ll count the freckles on her cheeks/shoulders until he feels tired.
Jackal is infamous for stealing Boone’s shirts, jackets, and hoodies to use as loungewear. If confronted, she will pretend as if she knows nothing about it, even if she is currently wearing something of his.
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