#toasterdad

[starbuckscommitmentissues]

The fact that 3 of the final five plus Boomer and Caprica Six had to get caught in Saul and Ellen’s marital problems—

[solesurviivor]

@toasterdad​ plotted

“Hey--” They’re wandering the wastes with Dogmeat-- just two guys and their canine companion. Camping was nice-- it was easier to find abandoned campsites and set up for the night than to organize everything on their own. Nate hardly minded roughing it-- he’d done his share in the army.

There was something soothing about a campfire. Nick tended to keep watch while Nate slept-- and more than once Nate caught himself offering to stay up so Nick could sleep-- only to be chided gently. Nick didn’t need sleep nearly as much as his human companion.. Nate simply didn’t see Nick as a synth-- as a robot. The detective was his partner, his friend, his confidant. Someone he trusted for the first time in a long time.

“Take off your coat for a minute.” He held out a hand, adjusting his glasses with the other one. There were a few new rips and holes, and Nate had more than enough spare cloth to patch them up. He didn’t want Nick to get cold-- now did he?

Dogmeat sat between them, curled up and asleep already. He’d done more than his share of work today-- he was a good boy and deserved a nice long nap.

[synthmama]

@toasterdad​ || starter call.

“Sound off if you’re still alive down... up... wherever you are.” Dust rains in sheets from the fall; the crumbling remains of a pre-war patio clearly not able to withstand the weight bearing of her and Nick. It’s hard to tell the extent of injuries on herself ( both a blessing and a curse of the resulting neuropathy from cryo-damage ), but any concern held is immediately pointed towards her partner. Brows furrowed and squinting against the dust, it’s only when she catches sight of him that her frown deepens; teeth bared in a grimace. “Aw, Nick, is uh -- is your skin supposed to peel like that?”

[synthetanse]

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‘ valentine. ’           he grumbles bluntly, expression stony and smattered with distaste.     ‘ if you’re here for a reason, say it, or else stay out of my way. ’

[pop-a-caprica]

i met everyones favorite one eyed xo and the mother of all toasters! saul and ellen tigh aka kate vernon and michael hogan!

[solesurviivor]

@toasterdad​

“I’m gonna jump off that building and no one can stop me.”

[misersea]

‘  this place gives me the creeps.  ‘

█ ▌ ❛  the foxman —— acc. / ◜ @toasterdad​ ◝

             hands  fidget  in  adjusting  their  grip  once  again  on  her  gun  ,  eyes  scanning  the  shadows  for  any  violent  visitors  .  all  that  meets  her  senses  ,  however  ,  is  the  creaks  &  groans  of  an  old  building  settling  itself  ———  no  signs  of  life  besides  the  two  of  them  .  just  barely  does  her  guard  drop  once  it  seems  the  coast  is  clear  ,  muscles  relaxing  &  less  ready  to  jump  into  action  .  ‘  it  ,  uh  , could  definitely  use  a  bit  a  remodelin’  …  ‘  a  toe  of  her  boot  nudges  some  of  the  debris  ,  covered  in  dust  ,  that  litters  the  floor  . ‘  let’s  not  stay  here  any  longer  than  we  have  to  ,  yeah  ? ‘