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“That's the point. See, you gotta remember that a disguise is more than a wig and some lice-ridden clothes.” With a role of his shoulder, he continued. “You'd be surprised how far I've gotten with the right attitude and a clipboard. And,” He paused for dramatic effect, “A face change thrown in once in a while doesn’t hurt either.”
“A face change?” She echoed, clicking the implication he gave her into place. It felt so silly that it took until now for events of the last month or so to click into place. That caravan hand outside Bunker Hill when her and Preston first arrived… How Dogmeat had looked at him with a curious tilt of the head. The scaver in the stained red flannel outside Goodneighbor that was smoking a cigarette as he leaned outside the door frame leading into the Daisy’s shop while she reminisced about the world before. The same scaver who cheered on Hancock’s ‘fuck the Institute’ speech a few hours after. The guard outside Diamond City when she and Piper got inside who Dogmeat also stopped walking in front of and began wagging his tail.(Its a retelling of the quest Tradecraft with a little more heartache and connection to the dead agents in the Switchboard)
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- Part 10 of The Noble Lie
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28 Jan 2026
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She rounded the final corner into the courtyard, and there he was: a blue jacket folded over the edge of the statue, a familiar newsboy cap atop it, its seam busted at the bill. Below, propped against the marble pedestal, lay Drummer Boy. One hand pressed to Dogmeat’s back, the other clamped against his shoulder where the collarbone met the joint. Red seeped, vivid against pale skin, between his fingers.
“Shit,” Norah breathed, closing the distance. Her knees hit the flagstones with a crack as she knelt, pressing her hands over his own as if she could force the blood back inside him. “Drummer… it’s alright.”
“Ha-ah that’s… not the term I’d use,” he rasped, attempting a quivering smile, eyes darting toward the rooftops and broken windows behind her. His skin was three shades paler than normal, the shadows under his eyes deepened into hollows.
“I handled it,” she said, brushing the fringe from his forehead. “He’s gone, Drummer. I handled it.” She repeated it when his gaze finally met hers, a tether to reality.
Confusion clouded the gray of his eyes for a heartbeat before he nodded shakily. “I thought I heard two shots.”Series
- Part 4 of The Noble Lie
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28 Jan 2026
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Sergiu Volda came back from the Six-Year War with a bad case of PTSD and hasn't been able to shoot straight since. The Inspector hates himself for the things he has to do to keep his family safe. Between them, they make one semi-functional person with a dreadful sense of humour.
Now translated into Polish <3
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26 Jan 2026
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"Richard is perfectly adequate in the role of both father and mother. And thus, must be celebrated accordingly."
Damian believes that Dick deserves to be celebrated on both Mother's and Father's Day.
Tim agrees.
Bruce does not.
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- Part 12 of Batfamily Fluff
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16 Jan 2026
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He’d taken Jason and run.
He’d barely even planned it. He knew that made him sloppy, but he didn’t care. He had a one-up over the Bat anyways.
He had friends. Were they a liability? Bruce would say so. Bruce would say his friends could be interrogated, might break, the only person he could trust was himself.
Things like that were why Dick had taken Jason and run.
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Or, Dick saves Jason from the vigilante life. In turn, Jason saves him back.- Language:
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15 Jan 2026