savingthrcw
Author's Saving Throw
meant for 21+ yo, mutuals only. Please don't follow if you haven't read the first two short paragraphs of my pinned post.
1759 posts
Last active 60 minutes ago
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
Text
Ellie smiles, "But the good part, Sarah... the good part makes it all worth it, I promise. If Chuck can make you happy now, you can't imagine what it will be like to be sure you can keep that happiness." At least for her, it changed things, regardless of fears that every now and then popped up again because of her parents. Knowing Devon was it, accepting it, knowing he wanted it too? That was the way she started her days, and nothing could make her feel safer.
Her expression turns more sympathetic and she nods, "I'm afraid that is your model. It doesn't have to be a good model for you to subconsciously expect the same in your future. Like I said... my parents are mine. My parents, who ditched their own children, one after the other. It took a lot of patience from Devon's side to get through the constant fear that he'd leave me. I still sometimes wonder how committed he is, and... we both know he is. You'll probably figure out what sort of baggage your parents left you once you really try to commit too..." she pauses, thinking about that, "Good news is, Chuck grew up with me. If you talk to him about this... he not only will accept it, but he will understand."
"Oh, good." She says, but her tone makes it clear that she's not particularly looking forward to it. "Just when I thought the scary part was almost over."
Love is a tricky thing for most people, she assumes. But she's sure those people at least grow up expecting it to fall into their laps eventually. But she's never been that way. She's never been able to believe that someone would actually stay. And then she grew up and rearranged her life so that it'd be near impossible for anyone to stay in her life long term. She'd gotten used to that, she'd become okay with it. Then this mission, Bryce and the Intersect, it threw all of her progress out the window.
Then she mentions models, and Sarah has to resist the urge to laugh. She hadn't had a good example of romantic love until she met Ellie and Devon. But it's probably bad to say they're her only real frame of reference for a healthy relationship.
"I don't think I really have any." She says, shaking her head slightly. "My parents weren't together, my dad wasn't around much and I can't remember my mom ever dating when I was growing up."
Her only real references for love when she was growing up were the characters in movies, tv shows, and books. And she knows that's a very unrealistic thing to pattern one's love life after. It's certainly not a good road map to follow.
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
consider: Lucy, who took 0.5 seconds to get used to staying outside, falling asleep on the ground, and after having to cut someone's head off played with said head, checked it out to look for what was so special about it, and basically was way too adapted to life on the surface and so different (like her brother) from the rest of the Vault:
actually being cool with ALL the things that should be bothering her and that are missing compared from life in the Vault: she'll eat whatever crap she finds (like your videogame main character), sleep anywhere, walk all day long, like some sort of bonus skill
it may also be because the Vault was training her to adapt to whatever 31 wanted and she subconsciously also picked hobbies that would help her survive (rifling, combat, gymnastic, repairing objects) because she did remember being outside and seeing a working world
initially having nightmares when she's in a bed or in a furnished house because it reminds her of the Vault and between her wedding and what she learned in Vault 4 that's when her brain brings her back to it and elaborates on her fear
still being waaaay too cool about dead bodies and gore
she can loot enemies but families dead in their own homes? if she had time she'd bury them
quickly building a decent amount of resistance to radiation despite being from a Vault, at least when it comes to eating food
Lucy needing to be reminded that she needs to chill with her mission to find her dad and her sidequests because she will not take care of herself if she goes focuses too much on it
1 note
·
View note
Text
"But that's the point, isn't it? I shouldn't be thinking about luxuries now, I already had them." It was strange to think that she was attempting to focus only on her mission to get to her father and he was suggesting she'd treat herself.
In all fairness, she thought it might be a little strange that she didn't feel any need for any comfort and just wanted to keep going; sure, being on a bed was a relief, and if pushed to think about it she missed hot water, but when the topic didn't come up all Lucy could think about was moving. Getting to her father, even if it meant sleeping on rocks and barely eating, and spending money on meds, ammo, and the food that was strictly necessary.
Lucy frowned in confusion as he showed his hand - yes, it was karma that she had bitten his finger off, considering how he was treating her, but she couldn't see how that would be a way to tease her.
And then she realized he was showing his new finger, and her mouth fell open in outrage, "But you can't-you-you..."
No, no, she couldn't give him the satisfaction, or at least not more than she just had, and she closed her mouth again, sending a glare his way before returning to look at her magazine, shaking her head to herself, "Well... you needed a new for the trigger, I'm glad I could help." So glad maybe she'd bite another one off even if it meant losing a second one too.
"I can't stop you from... self-loathing as you said, but you can't stop me from correcting you." It felt so rude, to just let him go on about things like that without intervening. And Lucy was many things, but she very much tried not to be rude unless it was warranted, and with limitations.
And then he started leaving and she dropped the magazine, "Oh, now, what are you doing? That was the opposite of an insult! Is it because of the karma reference? I'm sorry?" there was a note of amusement in her voice, because at times like this he acted like a man. A young one too, who would get offended if poked too much. "Was putting my finger on your hand and waving it at me not worse than anything I said? Come on! Come back, you can't be comfortable. Dogmeat will be sad too." Yeah, Steph used to say men were-Steph was 31 too, she should not think fondly of her. "I was being sincere about being better like this, here..." she scooted on the side of the bed previously occupied by him, which was warmer than hers, laying on her side and stretching her arm to put her hand closer to him, "Touch. Feel the back, I mean, go ahead. It's weird."
If he did, he may realize that she had the body temperature expected by a corpse, especially given the difference with his. She had to wonder if Dogmeat had stayed because dogs somehow knew when someone was too cold.
"Sounds like a struggle," he muttered sarcastically, moving to fold his arms over his chest instead of behind his head. The vault she was in was comfortable. A luxury many other's didn't get. His sympathy for the life she left behind was next to zero. He laughed dryly at her comment, "a gun is a necessity here, Vaultie. Luxury is something you don't need." He didn't say anything in the book front- if that's what she wanted, that was entirely up to her.
Oh, is that what she was gonna call it? Huh. "No, Vaultie, you wanna know what real karma is?" He lifted the hand she had once mutalated, moving his hand forward toward her with a wicked grin. "That's karma, darlin'." If she dared to look closer, the digit would be far too familiar. It came off her hand, after all.
There's a soft scoff from beneath the brim of the hat, and he was beginning to contemplate laying back on the floor. "Sweetheart, if you think my self-loathin' started the day we met, you might wanna get your delusion sorted out. Could be rad sickness." Very briefly, Cooper lifted the brim of the hat, looking at her for just a moment before dropping it back across what was left of his nose.
He paid little attention to her and what she was doing, even after the dog crawled up on the bed, her tail smacking across his hip. He maintained the quiet, calm atmosphere, not adding to the conversation, or lack thereof, while she reads the tattered little magazine she found. He would have been content to sit there until either wanted sleep, until her little comment drew another huff from the man's chest. Alright, fine. The bed would be more comfortable with two, anyway. He slipped his feet back to the floor, silently moving to sit back against the wall.
#she's back to nice :D Lucy lmao but also 'touch my hand' when freezing cold is what we do here whenever we lose circulation lol#like here let me FREEZE you. though I've always seen women do it more. To hot-skinned men.#also the complete lack of distrust there in just giving him her hand to check what she meant after what he did last time#bucketofdrugs#on the way to new vegas#muse: lucy maclean#show: fallout#lucy thread;
42 notes
·
View notes
Text
Quotes from things I’ve written
“I’d much rather stay here with you”
“Maybe we could stay here for a few more days”
“You’re shaking, [name]. We can stop–”
“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, alright? I just want you to be okay”
“Can you- can you just stay with me? Please?”
“You don’t want them to know what?”
“Something else is bothering you. What’s going on?”
“This isn’t how I- I wanted you to know”
“You don’t need to explain anything. You’ve done nothing wrong”
“Tell me why you’re crying. Let me help you, [name]”
“I- I understand if you want to leave. I won’t ask you to stay”
“I promise you your heart’s safe with me”
“I know I can’t do anything to make things better, but… you can stay with me, if you want”
“Look, [name], I’ve been hurt before, and I… I’m scared”
“I promise you, I won’t do anything to hurt you, and I won’t let anyone hurt you, either”
“You mean the world to me. Talk to me, [name]”
“Will… will you be comfortable here? If you’re not, I’ll leave with you”
“I think you’ve done enough lying”
“I’m sorry! I- I know I fucked up–”
“God, you’re full of it, aren’t you? I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you–”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but I can’t help you if you shut me out like this!”
“You can’t keep pushing everyone away like this. Isn’t that what you keep telling me?”
“I let my temper get the better of me. It’s not you. I don’t want you worrying about that, alright?”
“Please don’t leave. Don’t leave me”
“You’re so much stronger than you give yourself credit for”
“Don’t worry about me, [name]. I’m fine, I promise. Let me worry about you, alright?”
“They sent you home. Why? What did you do this time?”
“No! I didn’t– This wasn’t what I wanted!”
“I never meant for any of this to happen–”
“Don’t make me drag you out of bed, [name]”
“There was nothing you could’ve done differently - you did what you could in an extremely shitty situation. You need to stop beating yourself up about this”
“I’m not going to sit here and let you destroy yourself, [name]”
“I’m right here. I’m here for you. Just let me in”
“But you did everything you could, and… and sometimes, that’s all you can do”
“I know you’re not going to hurt me. But you’re hurting, [name]. I don’t want you to do something you’re going to regret”
“I’m just worried about you - I don’t mean to worry you as well”
“If you want to do something for me, you can kiss me”
“You’ve been anxious ever since you got that phone call - what happened? Who was it?”
“Are you… trying to intimidate me right now?”
"I don’t want to wait, [name]. I love you so much and I just… I want to be with you”
“You’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, [name]. I hope you know that”
“Seriously, what’s up, [name]? Was it something I said?”
“I wish we could just stay here. It’s comfortable”
“You’re stressing yourself out. Take a break, [name]. It’ll do you good to step away for a while”
“Have you heard anything I’ve said? I feel like I’m talking to no one”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, now what are they saying?”
“You need this break, [name]. You’re pushing yourself far too much. I understand why, trust me, I understand, but you can’t do this to yourself. You’re going to burn out”
“I never said I was a good influence”
“I wouldn’t be doing this with you if I didn’t trust you”
“I absolutely don’t understand you sometimes”
“Do you ever sleep in?”
“I’ll do anything for you. I need you to know that”
“You better not die on me. Whatever will I do without you, [name]?”
“Whatever you want to say, you can say it through the door”
“I’m sorry you got caught up in all of this. You shouldn’t have to worry about it”
“You don’t need to tell me now if you’re not ready. I don’t want you to feel like you have to talk about whatever it is if you still need to figure things out”
“Your advice is to lie?”
“Come home. Please, [name]. I need you to come home”
“It’s okay. Let it out and just breathe, [name]. I’m right here”
“Y’know, when I said you didn’t need to wake up at dawn, I didn’t mean for you to wake up before it”
“I was right there! I should have done something!”
“I don’t hate you. I don’t blame you if you don’t believe me. I’m not asking you to forgive me, either, but… I don’t hate you”
“I honestly just want to get this over with already, but I might throw myself into the sun first”
“I don’t want to talk to you. Go away”
“Get away from me. Just get the hell away from me, [name]. I trusted you”
“Oh, please don’t tell me I managed to mess up tea”
“You don’t deserve this. I’m just a fuck-up and I can’t do anything right–”
“Everything feels too much. There’s too much and I… I don’t know…”
“I said I’m fine. Please stop asking already, [name]. The answer’s not changing”
“You look like shit”
“I’m flattered you’re concerned about me, [name]”
“I don’t know! I don’t know what’s wrong with me!”
“Please, [name], I can’t… I’m not safe to be around. I just hurt everyone and- and I don’t want to do that to you”
“I’m just… scared. I- I haven’t told anyone, but I want to tell you”
“Y’know, this isn’t exactly how I’d thought you’d see me without a shirt. I thought this part would be… sexier”
“You haven’t said a damn word to me after that night! You haven’t even looked in my direction!”
“What the hell has gotten into you? You said you trusted me, that you loved me-!”
“I do actually love you, but… Clearly I shouldn’t”
“It doesn’t concern you. We had an argument - that’s it”
“I thought you were better than this”
“You are truly stupid, [name]. Were you even thinking when you decided to pull this little stunt of yours?”
“What did you think was going to happen? Did you think I wasn’t going to find out? Did you think it’d remain a secret forever?”
“Let me take care of you”
422 notes
·
View notes
Text
okay listen, listen, this is one of those things I'm going to get weirdly obsessed by (like Janey) but I probably won't get to write because they are hyper-specific and weird (unlike Janey) but I need to organize my thoughts.
My Terra? (ff6) a fallout prime au would be a HORRIBLE story because Terra's whole thing in her own canon universe (and it would have to be the same in all universes) is that she's Special. She's a weapon of mass destruction, she's connected to whoever the main bad guy is, she's not entirely human but the more she chooses that side and the happier and stronger she becomes, not to mention more in control of what she does. That's her thing.
And that goes against *my* thing of never writing an oc or a canon character in a new universe which makes them an oc as super gifted. BUT. SHE FITS.
Because after the gross, gross guy speaking of 'what if we experiment on illegal immigrants in my Vault' in the last ep and what we saw in Vault 4? She can literally fit in as a poor little girl that was literally kidnapped to be in that Vault, born PRE-war, and was experimented on for YEARS, literally a brainwashed slave who would just let them, and she was given organs and extra accessories that don't belong to her and so on, to become a weapon herself. And then they make a mistake, IT'S TOO MUCH, and they freeze her.
But they unfreeze and the brainwashing that keeps her compliant is gone, and she's terrified and just has "accepted" she's an object, and she's at the Enclave which from my understanding is where they do experiment/may check on her.
And I'm thinking that the ONE special thing she can have, the one "super power" that would make her different from everybody else... instead of natural magic, of fire, would be radiation. Like, having the ability to shoot radiation at you, not just to the ghoul point but to the 'melting body' point, which she can't always control, and that was the mistaken that got her frozen because 'future vault tec will figure something out', and after a few years at the enclave she literally melts a bunch of scientists and runs, and there is a giant bounty on her, and she just knows her name but she also remembers random things more and more (life before war, life being experimented on, mentioning things only people who lived 200 years ago know about) and is trying to figure out what she is, who she is, and INITIALLY she'd be so submissive and accepting to be captured again because she doesn't want to melt people
and it's hard to tell why the enclave and Vault Tec as a whole want her so badly, but the first time she loses control and cooks some animal or some raider? Now that makes sense. Too dangerous in the hands of Vault Tec and so good and scared and eventually joining the fight against that side. But at the beginning? Yeah she's terrified and looking for someone to tell her what to do and resigned to the fact that will be hurt again. She always had to anyway. But really doesn't want to go back to the Enclave.
Radiation obviously doesn't affect her, she has random skills due to the body parts she was given, which are still made to look like hers because it's part of making her so dangerous, she'd much rather shoot and fight in a normal way than using her powers, of which she doesn't have perfect control of anyway. SHE FITS.
Her canon happy ending is that literally after the end of HER world she's found a village of kids she can mother, and defeated the people who did this to her.
But here's the kicker: people involved in the Esper Project (as in Terra having been given this ability and several more that could make her a one woman army), have a song that can re-activate her and she'll be back to brainless slave while it's playing/being sung. She'd hear it from Very Far because trained to recognize THAT sound with her super hearing, which doesn't work for pretty much anything else, it's super hard to access to her enhanced hearing if they don't force her to.
She can be awoken when it stops playing or, later on, by trying to reach her human side if there is a bond.
Her Esper moment lowers her ability to feel pain and brings up other 'custom abilities' she was given, like temporary super strength in one arm (normally it's stronger than the other but she doesn't know how to make it 'deathclaw strong), being able to jump very high/fall from high places with no pain, and seeing in the dark.
[edit: the song could be Elvis Presley's Jailhouse Rock as a reference to the fact that Fallout couldn't afford those songs and we don't normally hear Elvis on the radio - but also because listening to that while she basically walks towards the target while having the effect of a nuke and ripping people to shreds with her hand is something]
look at her. I'm gonna do it. Even though ff6 people may be the only ones interested and none of them is here. I don't care.
if someone wants to write with her ESPECIALLY if from the show, tell me. TELL ME.
the starter call is here
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
also temporary sorta shipping call! Like it to give me permission to write my muse interested in Yours (now or eventually, depending on the muse) but obviously there is no obligation to follow up
[which means that for Kate it's only open to Sawyers and Sayids, for Sarah only to men, for Jenny to men and women and so on]
Basically, to let me know that
-if they don't know each other in canon you'd be okay with a ship if they get along in threads
-if they are close in canon or even have a romance there that you are okay with us writing towards it/ they aren't close but you like them and mine can be into yours.
Multis can and should specify which of mine and which of yours!
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
okay but it is time for a:
permanent "don't get anxiety about bothering me" call [similar to a mains call]
You should like this post (and specify muses if needed in the comments) if we have interacted and you want to tell me:
-that I have permission to send you memes every time you post one I like for our muses, and to do it without worrying about annoying you. You are not forced to answer to all, this is still a chill zone, but this means that when you have time and energy you'll be happy to see me in your askbox (obviously if you only want the occasional meme don't like this post! we'll rp anyway!)
-whether I continue your memes or not, you are not forced to keep them either, I just like writing my response.
-that I can show up in your ims every now and then if I see something that makes me think of our muses OR if you post a wishlist post or something like it and I want to know if we can try it out. I suck at ooc chatting but talking about our muses every now and then? golden
-that I can like more starter calls etc to have more interactions and it won't annoy you.
-if you like what I write in a wishlist post I can probably jump in your ims and be like HEY HEY LET'S WRITE IT
Though you should like this only if we have already interacted and you had fun, because it would be awkward if you ended up not liking my writing/blog!
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
also I still have a commission but as soon as I start playing again I need to find hancock because I'm only hearing great things about him AND I read the entry in the wikipedia to try to understand where the hell it is, it turns out that I accidentally gave Janey a similar position of 'leader who attracts all the people exiled from other places, except criminals' though they do stay criminals... just have a code, by force lol
1 note
·
View note
Text
She could understand that. But it didn't feel possible in such a big world.
Though, he had also adapted from a world that had no such things, so she wanted to trust his experience and think she could do it too. "I think I had enough of 'what I wanted' back at the Vault, while the rest of the world was fighting to survive..." she muttered, feeling genuinely guilty about all she had given for granted, things that she didn't deserve, that her father didn't deserve. "And I... shot things for fun. So..." So technically she'd be buying something she wanted too, if she got her hands on a good rifle.
She shouldn't end on the shooting note, too much fun for him. "Books would be nice, I guess."
At his shame it didn't last Lucy's lips pulled into a quick smile, "Karma, then." It was indeed karma, punishing him by putting him in the position of wanting to travel with her just to sate his curiosity about what she would do to her father. He definitely deserved someone he couldn't kill for the time being.
All his comment about insults and compliments did was tell her that she had managed to reach him with the teasing about people disliking him. "You know you said far worse to me. But I never insulted you over being a ghoul or looking like one, I don't see why you should start on my behalf," she pointed out simply, the 'not hot' comment not sitting well with her. She turned the page and lightly gasped, then her shoulders dropped reading that the weapon that had immediately caught her eyes was rare and very expensive. Figured.
Dogmeat came closer to the bed and Lucy patted on her legs, which gave her permission to hop on her. It was a little victory, and she grinned behind the magazine, because it would be one warm night for her, between the dog and the little warmth she was starting to feel with someone who was running so much hotter than her laying a few inches away.
She sunk more into her pillow, and had to admit to herself that a normal person, at a normal temperature, would probably feel a little too hot in that position. "I was right, this is better than outside."
"You ever know who was comin' down them vault halls without seein' 'em? It's kinda like that. You get used to the sound, and you'll be able to spot 'em by that alone." He figured out the irradiated creatures real quick, just a few weeks or months after they started popping up. Once she was here long enough, he was sure Lucy would too. "You only spend money on what you need, and not what you want, you're gonna have a hell of a time findin' anything worthwhile up here. You gotta have some balance, Vaultie. I'm sure you did more than just your job down there, right?"
He wouldn't waste caps on a shower, persay, but he knew that getting things he wanted was just as important as shit he needed.
"More than once," he replied curtly, hazel eyes watching her with an unreadable intensity. He wasn't entirely sure where the vitriol came from all the sudden, but he was not about to make her feel like she won any ground there. "Only drowned one, though. Shame it didn't last." His eyes didn't leave her face, even as he moved to rest himself at the foot of the bed. He only looked away to finally get himself comfortable, his arms coming up to rest behind his head.
He nearly glared at her when she corrected his comment, leveling her with a look teetering between annoyance and frustration. "Can you decide whether you're gonna insult me, or compliment me, Vaultie? The whiplash is gonna give me a headache." He drew the hat down over his eyes, getting comfortable and looking like he was readying himself to sleep. The sub was still making it's decent over the horizon, though the sky had darkened considerably since they made it to the little house on the hill.
#of course she has to be right lol but also I'm just thinking of her as having ICY hands (because overstressed and unused to the temperature)#so Dogmeat is a blanket and he's like her personal ghoul heather lol#look at this tho. radiating happiness HERE#on the way to new vegas#bucketofdrugs#muse: lucy maclean#show: fallout#lucy thread;
42 notes
·
View notes
Text
All she had wanted was for Cooper to open those doors and come in, guns blazing.
But it was too late now, and she couldn't look at him, couldn't truly feel the relief that should have been there when he dropped closer to her and touched her face, because she new he was too late. She just didn't have it in her anymore.
Her heart still reacted, beating a little faster, but all she wanted was to lay down on the floor and sleep.
What was the point?
She kept silently crying as he freed her, her eyes fixed on the floor as she thought of something amidst the noise in her head, her hands free and coated in the blood from her wrists, from all the useless fighting she had done. She lifted one to indicate a hand on the floor, one to what had to lead to a shelter, before speaking in her raw voice.
"A few of them hid there," she dropped her hand, thinking about what were the words she wanted to say next, eyes narrowing while still staring at nothing, "Could you kil them, please?"
He may not know what they had done yet, but she did, she did and if he didn't kill them she'd just let them go, because she couldn't imagine herself chasing them around the city, playing hero when she was the only one left.
The Ghoul always got his mark. There is a reason the man had the reputation he did; when going after a target, he would leave bodies in his wake in order to bring his mark in. His ruthlessness made him not just one of the best, but one of the most feared bounty hunters in the west. Of all the creatures to stand against, life and limb were risked when you threatened him, or the scant few he cared about.
And they took the one thing that meant more to him than anything.
The holotapes only made him that much more eager to find them, find his vault dweller, and make sure every single one of them didn't see the next sunrise. There was no one brave enough to try to keep information from him, especially once word got out about what he did to the first one to try. Torture didn't work. There were statistics from back in the day to prove this. That didn't mean that this ghoul wasn't utilizing it anyway, proving just how ruthless he could be. He said he would burn the world down for her, and he would make sure Lucy saw the smoke.
He didn't wait for Maximus and his boy scouts to follow once he had the location. They didn't even know what hit them. Like he did in Filly, his pistol took out every face he came across, without the snark he usually employed in similar situations. The main floor was riddled with bodies, blood on damn near every surface, and he proved exactly why he was the Ghoul. He was feral, angry, gunning down anyone not locked within a cell, no matter who they were or whether they were surrendering.
He could see scientists running, see them fleeing from the brutality he unleashed on the floor below. The Ghoul would make sure none escaped to come for them again. Not a soul would see the end of the day, not a single one of them would be left after his rampage ended. His coat flicked the ankles of his boots, more ammunition loaded into his pistols, and he pulled the trigger, taking the last of the fuckers down. Except the lead scientist.
An Irradiated hand gripped the man's throat, lifting him off his feet to the gasps of his breathing. "Destroy it." Whatever his wheezed response caused the Ghoul to throw the man against the machine, approaching to grab him once again, this time by the hair. "Because if you destroy it, it'll be a helluva lot faster for ya'." The real threat is whispered into the man's ear, making his eyes widen considerably before he entered something something into the terminal, causing small explosions to erupt inside the machine. He was rewarded with a bullet through the throat. "Well, I didn't say it'd be an instantaneous death..."
While the last of the group lay dying, he finally approached the woman tied to the post nearby. The fury he felt, the ruthlessness that had the facility covered in blood, melted away into dispair. He dropped to his knees, cradling her face in his hands before pressing his forehead to hers gently. "I got you, sweetheart. I got you." After a brief moment, he worked to undo her bonds, to finally hold her in his lap after searching for so long. "I got you, Lucy."
#see like I said it's short but it's also lucy going: hey can you KILL these people for me#and not even looking at him. so you *know* she's messed up#I can just think he legit left just burned cities behind him (even Max and his boy scouts helped for sure tho lol)#I can honestly see them being stupid enough to underestimate the ghoul because he's one ghoul#muse: lucy maclean#show: fallout#lucy thread;#blood tw#what's the point#bucketofdrugs
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
There was a small part of Lucy, a part she did not want to acknowledge because it was mean, that enjoyed riling him up. He had done plenty to her, and while she should turn the other cheek and possibly forgive, she wanted to give it back in small doses, not enough to put her life in trouble but certainly enough to annoy him.
But she didn't want to offend him over being a ghoul, that was an entirely different level of rude. "I apologize, I didn't mean to imply you are all the same, it's more that I thought it would be... common biology. I'll ask only about your experience from now on." Though she wasn't ready to start questioning him the way she would have before the Observatory. So she fell quiet, again, but tried to focus her thoughts on what to do at the water plant that could bring pure water to at least three towns nearby, if the merchant was correct.
Just as they had done their way around the hill and more broken cars, they bumped into three people coming from the opposite direction; they looked like raiders, or maybe fiends. They weren't so far that she didn't hear the clear: 'that the vault dweller?'
"No," was her first word to the Ghoul, turning to look at him with a finger up, "Let's not resort to unnecessary violence, maybe we can reason with them. We shouldn't waste bullets, right?"
'where's she got the head?' she heard, among other comments from them.
"Hey! Hi! Look, I don't have the head with me anymore!" she explained, lifting her hands in surrender, "See? The head is gone! We don't have to fight, we can just go our separate ways! Nobody needs to get hurt! It's really the best option for all of us!"
She didn't expect the Ghoul to be friendly but maybe, just maybe, she could expect him not to kill them if they went along their way. And maybe they would. Not all surface dwellers could be that aggressive, could they?
An actual pause from the men, before one of them yelled back: 'is she fucking serious?'
Lucy's grin was met with a curled upper lip and a sneer capable of leveling a small city. But there were no words with the scowl, perhaps it was some small measure of mercy from the Ghoul; an olive branch after... drowning, dismembering, mocking, those old chestnuts.
But if he felt guilt for how he treated a girl who was clearly going through the ringer on her own, it didn't show a lick on his face. It showed instead in the careful silence as he trudged along... and eventually an answer, sighed through chipped teeth. "Not anymore."
"All ghouls is different. What I experienced ain't what the next asshole experienced. There ain't a manual. I can tell you my perspective, but that's it."
#okay he should have the chance to react as he pleases#aamusedly#two days later#muse: lucy maclean#show: fallout#lucy thread;
15 notes
·
View notes
Text
one of p!nk good old videos that make me think of my Janey tho
youtube
0 notes
Text
And of course he had fallen for it, because it was so easy to believe women naive. She didn't think she had ever met a naive woman who wasn't closer to childhood than adulthood, and her brother knew better, but most men? Poor things.
"And I hardly think you'd like to spend your every waking hour preparing food for the army."
She would, if paid well, to occupy the boring time between arriving and getting to leave.
"Who knows, maybe I'd find a husband," she shrugged with a smile, and then laughed, "And give my father heart problems, considering it's a rebel husband. Perhaps it's best if I don't."
He asked her where she had learned to sew, and she had to think quickly, "My aunt. She thought any respectable woman should know how, no matter if she has the means to pay for it. I agree, and it turned out to be quite the nice way to relax before bed."
"I'm sure that whatever his reasonings are, he loves you and only wants you to be happy."
Stella thought of her father, who had literally forgotten what her real name was. "Yes," she smiled softly, "What father wouldn't."
They settled for very controlled small talk - controlled by her, mostly - and Stella thought the rest of the journey would go very smoothly, one more night as the loyalist yet amiable Sophie and she'd get to camp without a bruise.
Until they stopped to rest for the night, everything still going well, and she saw a group of men who worked for the General half hidden but getting themselves ready to break in. To get her to safety, no doubt, and Benjamin did not have nearly enough men here.
How the hell could she take care of that without breaking cover? She surely couldn't let him and other innocent men be murdered just to protect a lie.
"Benjamin," she whispered, going to him - no Major, appelling to him by name was more intimate after the hours spent together, and hopefully would get his full attention. She grabbed his arm tightly, "Listen to me, we don't have much time: there are... at least twenty loyalists out there, about to come in. If you fight them, you'll die. If you try to run, you'll die. The General wants me to be safe, but they'll kill you even if you give me up. So you need to trust me, I know how to get out of this. I know the General, I know what to say. Can you please let me try? If the alternative is to fight and die with honor, you can do that even if I'm lying or if it doesn't work, right?" She had to add the last part, as indelicate as it was, because for all he knew she should want to be rescued, unless he already believed her kind enough to want to spare enemy soldiers who had captured her.
Sophie's assessment was horribly, horribly misguided, and yet Benjamin found himself smiling regardless. In a world where everyone was riddled with suspicion and strife, it was rather refreshing -- welcome -- to find a woman who believed that with a mere wave of the hand, horrible rumors could be dispelled, and peace once more restored.
"I'm glad you see it that way," he murmured. "Nothing is ever quite so black and white...it's impossible for an entire group to be of the same mind, so no side is ever purely good or purely evil."
Despite the potential dismay from such sentiments, Sophie latched on to his earlier query. Becoming a bit animated with her hands, she explained, "I enjoy cooking, even if a woman of my station is meant to leave that to the help, I do it anyway. I like making sweets for my friends, so we can share while we have tea."
Benjamin smiled. "Well, I'd advise keeping that tidbit to yourself," he said. "Otherwise, my men are going to keep making requests, and I hardly think you'd like to spend your every waking hour preparing food for the army."
"I like making dresses," she continued. "I know you'll think it silly, it's just fashion, but there is something about wearing a gown I made with my own hands..."
"It's not silly," Benjamin assured her. "I come from more modest means than yourself, and my mother made quite a bit of my clothing growing up. We were more fortunate than most, given our position in society, but Father taught us to be resourceful and gracious." His expression softened. "Where did you learn to be a seamstress?"
Sophie went on to discuss her own father, and how he was fiercely protective -- lonely, too, from the sound of it -- and Benjamin inclined his head by way of understanding. "When I become a father -- if the good Lord blesses me -- I imagine I'll be much the same," he said. "Daughters are much more worrisome than sons...more helpless, if you can forgive the generalization. I'm sure that whatever his reasonings are, he loves you and only wants you to be happy."
Ever optimistic, Sophie replied, "But I think I'll be fine. I think I'll find a good husband. My temper can surely be balanced by my loyalty. And the cooking."
Benjamin chuckled. "The cooking helps, yes," he replied, "and again: I'd advise not making that common knowledge. Not unless you try wheedling in the man of your desires, of course -- then it's probably wise to talk up your gifts to your heart's content."
#lmao this is just wonderful#also you are getting emma later because I'm too tired to be able to come up with the timeskip required#this one meanwhile was soo easy#princess of thieves#honorhearted#muse: stella#show: fandomless#stella thread;
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
Of course they were still going to fight, he just inspired her to do so. And Lucy was starting to lose control of how often she'd answer sarcastically or would skip formalities and snap, which of course led to more amusement. As long as they weren't actually fighting, it felt too good to be true.
When he moved away she thought she had done too much, like she feared, but he put a hand on her leg, which soothed her worry. She was going to say something against his idea that he didn't deserve it, but then had to chuckle, and shook her head. "I don't care about the nicer Cooper, when the nice Cooper is still right here, making sure I take enough stimpacks and protecting me. You are being nice right now, Coop. This is... this is enough, I don't know what else you think I'm expecting." It was crazy, after everything he had shown her, that he thought he still had to make up for when they had first met, for the person he was. As if he went around murdering people for fun now.
Or as if he had dropped bombs on a city.
"No, actually, wait. I have a request. I have something you could do for me, if you want to make me feel better..." she leaned against his arm, looking up with her best puppy eyes. She had never tried to use them against him, but it did seem like it was a day in which he was willing to do most things for her. "I need to go and wash up, I couldn't be more uncomfortable after what I saw under the suit. But when I come back... when I come back, whether we have sex or not later, can you..." It had started so easily, but now she felt embarrassed again, "Could you stay in this room anyway, tonight? I don't... I don't want to sleep alone."
Cooper had been alone for most of his unnatural life, keeping to himself and putting little trust in others. This didn't start as something that should have ever been trustworthy; he'd nearly drowned her, let her reach dehydration, cut off her finger and then wore it himself, before ultimately leaving her to die in return for drugs. Lifesaving drugs, but he knew what it was they did at that Super Duper Mart. Yet, here he is now, holding her, kissing her, wanting her, and trusting her to keep her word. More than that, she put her trust in him, something he certainly didn't deserve.
"Glad to hear we still gonna fight like cats and dogs. Don't think the alternative would be nearly as fun." The grin is quickly wiped away, her eyes inspecting his ugly old face in a way that makes him feel... small. It was nothing compared to his reaction when her lips met his cheek. Cooper stilled, hands falling away to either side of her hips on the mattress, unsure how to react and nearly recoiling in contact. His flesh was pockmarked and stretched, skin deteriorated on most of his body, his nose no longer a part of him, he was not the same man he was immortalized in the holotapes. He was the awful beast to her stunning beauty.
He pulled away, moving to sit on the bed beside her rather than kneeling on the floor. His hand moved to rest on her thigh, keeping a constant contact, in part to keep her from thinking his reaction was her fault. He'd made peace with his appearance before, but that was well before anyone ever meant anything while he looked like a zombie.
"If I get the urge, I'll let you know before it gets too unbearable." His gaze falls to the floor, studying the grime beneath their feet. "Really, Vaultie, I think we did it backward, anyway. Did all the hurtin' and fightin' and leavin' before I went all soft on you. Probably cancels it all out." He's quiet for another moment, just looking down at the floor beneath their feet. "I don't know what the hell I did to deserve this. Truth is, I don't. You're a lot better than I got any hope to be. The nicer Cooper been gone a long time now. I could've... I did almost kill you."
#first use of puppy eyes ON PURPOSE I'd say given that she definitely had them before#I don't know where this is going next but I'm excited ?!!!#not dead yet#bucketofdrugs#muse: lucy maclean#show: fallout#lucy thread;
51 notes
·
View notes
Text
@bucketofdrugs liked for lucy losing all hope
It was revenge for destroying all the robots two months before, when she had gotten herself almost killed turning off the console. She had been taken and brought to one of their labs with others who were helping her, and she had fought best she could, had actually resisted the beginning of their torture out of pure spite.
And then she wished she hadn't.
Because physical pain was nothing, nothing, compared to the way they let her watch as one of the Brotherhood squires was put into the machine and turned into a feral ghoul before her eyes, while she screamed for them to stop, and then they did it to another captive there, and another; she had cut her wrists against the restraints trying to escape, to help, but there was nothing she could do.
Then they had freed her, given her a gun and a knife, and let her fight her now feral old friend and other innocent people turned ghouls. They repeated the process several times, studying her response time and writing it in notepads, probably not allowed her to kill her and knowing she wouldn't let the ghouls do it either. By the second round Lucy had started to properly beg, and when panic had set in and she had screamed for help, for Cooper, who she knew was coming, but just wasn't there yet.
And then they brought the child into the machine.
Hours later, the first noises of a battle downstairs came and she saw some of the doctors bolt through the doors, leaving her tied to a post. She didn't move, didn't look up or tried to free herself. She had never cried so much in her life, hurt her throat screaming at them, and just couldn't get up from the floor.
There was no point, was there?
#consider: they wanted to punish him too so they put on a holotope with the sounds of her screaming for him and for help#bucketofdrugs#what's the point#muse: lucy maclean#show: fallout#lucy thread;#lucy closed starter;
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
so, I went to watch my lil brother play fallout 4 for the first time because curious, and I told myself that SURELY my phone would notify me if anyone wrote to me or replied to me here, right? right??!
that's why I disappeared and I'm only getting seeing notifications now, I'll try to go in order but keep in mind that I'm still severely sleep deprived so some plotting may have to wait no matter how much I love it!
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
okay but consider, after what I was saying the other day: IF we are writing them or plotting for them and therefore there is a bond and all (because canon doesn't count in this, it's not enough if you write a Max/Ghoul but we haven't developed their dynamic better), like this post for a thread where Lucy gets so broken during a personal quest because of something that happens/she sees/is done to her and or others (can be psychological, can be gorey, it's not going to be s.exual just to be clear), that she's not able to repress and smile and be hopeful (TEMPORARY, I will not write Lucy as permanently losing hope)
this is only meant for people I've been writing with/chatting with, not for new muses BECAUSE it has no impact otherwise! (but I will write it with new muses too once they have bonded in threads)
#because role reversal??? Lucy having been WE CAN DO THIS and WE ARE BETTER THAN VAULT TEC in threads#and WE DON'T HAVE TO BECOME LIKE THIS. and then something really nasty happens to her and when your muse gets to her she's like#nope i'm done. the world wins. i'm out.#lucy wishlist;#muse: lucy maclean#show: fallout
2 notes
·
View notes