Sooo I drew this for my darling Liz, both as an excessively late birthday gift, and a thank you for the awesome commission a few months back. I really really hope you like it! It turned out way better than my stuff usually does. I MUST HAVE BEEN FUELED BY MY LOVE FOR YOU, LIZ.
“Well, let me try.” Butch gathered and reluctantly handed the length of rope over to Freddie. Freddie positioned himself and looked up at the ceiling beam, screwing up his face in concentration. He loosely swung his arm back and forth like a pendulum. Butch crossed his arms and looked from Freddie to the beam, over 20 feet above them. He began to doubt they would be able to make this toss a second time.
Butch has a really hard time getting through emotional films.
(Pumpkincupcakes & me on opencanvas <3 )
What a baby
opencanvas doodles with Pumpkincupcakes <333
she drew a fat kid eating donuts, and yeah well… yeah. lol
Just some Butch/LW doodles.
Don’t make fun of his mom. He will poop on your cake.
A/N: Alright folks, my first shot at a Fallout fic. For those of you who haven’t read any of my other work, I should warn you that I’m slow to update. Anyway, there will eventually be some Butch/FemLW. Just be patient.
A special thanks to my stalwart beta companion, S.Zix.
Ellen DeLoria clutched Butch by the side of his jumpsuit collar, pulling him back home with a drained, angry look on her face. She mumbled furiously under her breath, not even looking at her son, who was stumbling along behind her in an attempt to keep up.
He couldn’t make out much of what she said, aside from a few curse words, and things like “so embarrassed” and “I didn’t raise my son to…” He got the gist. It had been the same thing ever since he’d been in diapers.
Ellen slapped the “open” button on their front door and dragged Butch in behind her. She repeated the motion inside to close it, led the ten-year-old boy to the couch, and pushed him into a sitting position.
Butch watched her pace back and forth in front of him, until she finally stopped and spoke, hissing the words through gritted teeth, emphasizing them to a disturbing degree.
“What on earth possessed you – to hit a girl on her birthday?”