MISC FALLOUT SCENARIO PROMPTS. pulled from moments in various games. warnings for death, violence, drugs, alcohol, bugs, etc. add + REVERSE to change up who's doing what.

[ 22 ] - our muses explore vault 22 together.

[ DEATHCLAW ] - our muses are caught in a small space. there is an indeterminate amount of deathclaws outside.

[ GLOW ] - our muses explore the glowing sea.

[ STIMPACK ] - sender gives receiver a stimpack.

[ MADRE ] - our muses search for the treasure of the sierra madre.

[ DIVIDE ] - our muses explore the divide.

[ LUCKY ] - our muses get kicked out of a casino.

[ SYNTH ] - one muse is suspected by the other of being a synth.

[ BOUNTY ] - there's a price on sender's head. receiver is either hunting or hiding them.

[ IDES ] - our muses kill caesar.

[ GOODSPRINGS ] - our muses share a drink in the goodsprings saloon.

[ GRAVE ] - our muses dig a grave.

[ SNEAK ] - sender steals (or attempts to steal) something valuable from receiver.

[ RADIATION ] - receiver has radiation sickness. sender helps out.

[ FROZEN ] - sender was frozen in a vault (utp if they're pre war or if they just got caught in a situation). receiver is the first person they see upon thawing.

[ RIGGED ] - sender shot receiver. receiver is now chasing receiver through the wasteland. they meet.

[ SCORPION ] - sender has been brawling with giant radscorpions in the thorn. receiver reacts.

[ EGGS ] - our muses are on an ill-fated hunt for deathclaw eggs.

[ MEGATON ] - sender blew up megaton. receiver reacts.

[ UNDERWORLD ] - our muses explore the underworld.

[ TRANQUILITY ] - our muses "wake up" in tranquility lane.

[ AWAKE ] - sender nearly died. they wake to receiver, who's fixed them up (to the best of their ability).

[ RAIDER ] - our muses bargain with raiders.

[ BULLET ] - our muses have a shootout.

[ FISH ] - our muses see fish. maybe for the first time.

[ BOOMER ] - our muses attempt to get into boomer territory without being blown up.

[ LOCKPICK ] - sender watches receiver pick a lock.

[ HACK ] - sender watches receiver hack a terminal.

[ EMPTY ] - our muses get stuck in the big empty. brains optional.

[ SHROUD ] - our muses argue about who has to wear the silver shroud costume (and then - optionally - go run heroic errands).

[ SMOOTHSKIN ] - sender is pretty damn sure they're a ghoul. receiver is hellbent on convincing them they aren't.

[ TINKER ] - sender requests help with fixing something from receiver.

[ STAR ] - our muses find a sunset sarsaparilla star bottle cap and are attacked by a treasure hunter.

[ MOONLIGHT ] - our muses camp overnight in the wasteland.

[ DINKY ] - our muses enjoy the view from the top of novac's resident dinosaur.

[ EDUCATION ] - receiver teaches sender a little something about a skill of their choice.

[ ANIMAL ] - receiver watches as sender hangs out with wasteland wildlife.

[ STORM ] - our muses are caught in a radstorm.

[ HEARTH ] - sender shows receiver their home.

[ RECIPE ] - sender teaches receiver a recipe at a campfire on the trail.

ooc. — new fallout show and now i'm back on here humbly asking for more fallout rp. might even create a new character... more updates to come.

PRE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue to help set up already existing relationships between your muses and give them past scenarios to reference, adjust as necessary

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS

we were only kids back then. we didn't know any better.

you promised me we'd be friends forever.

you've changed quite a bit since i saw you last.

how are your parents doing? will you tell them i said hi?

i've known you for years, and you haven't changed a bit.

you've always been like this.

remember the last time this happened?

sure, i made a lot of mistakes, but so did you.

do you remember how we met?

you always stood up for me, no matter what.

i've always had a lot of love in my heart for you.

when i was struggling, you were always there for me.

I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY

i thought i told you to stay away.

you've got a lot of nerve, showing your face around here again.

i really don't want to see you again.

you're supposed to call and warn me before you show up here.

there's never going to be a "next time."

this is the last time you show up like this.

last time i said i never wanted to see you again, and yet here you are.

you can't just show up here unannounced.

you remember what happened the last time you showed up.

every time you show up here, shit hits the fan.

you're putting us all in danger by showing up here.

don't you have somewhere else to be?

ROMANTIC FEELINGS

i'm sorry, but i can't stop thinking about you.

after the time we spent together, you've been on my mind.

can we discuss what happened between us?

the last time i saw you, you were going to say something... and then you stopped.

did you mean it? any of it?

i wish we were still together.

would you go on another date with me?

it's hard to deny how you make me feel.

you've always had an effect on me.

i can't stop thinking about the way you look at me.

GENERIC "I'VE KNOWN YOU FOR A WHILE"

do you remember what you told me?

i can't believe this is happening to us again.

the last time this happened, we were better prepared.

i tried calling you a hundred times, but you never answered.

this was never supposed to end like this.

didn't you see my text?

i know you better than anyone else.

you can't lie to me. i can tell when you're lying.

you're making "the face" again.

you promised me you'd stop doing that.

ooc: hi friends, after months of lurking ( grad school hit hard, big surprise ) i'm back for the next few weeks. i'm on a long winter break and i'd love something to keep me occupied while i stay with my family! hmu for plotting or let me know if you're haunting rolechat as well nowadays

vex pulls her attention away from the straps of her breastplate, settling instead on her DEAR HUSBAND—and the lines of worry etched across his face. she rests her hand against his cheek. " darling, i'll have the rest of the hunt to watch my back. we'll be back in three days, i promise. "

she isn't without her own anxieties, of course. no matter her many accomplishments, no matter percy's loving assurances, her first patrol as mistress of the grey hunt is a daunting prospect. ( perhaps the voice in the back of her head that sounds remarkably like her father is to blame. ) so instead she steps back to gesture to her new armor, marked with the crest of the grey hunt. " how do i look? "

@scripteur

it's a leap of faith. that's all it is, a leap of faith. [ from VEX, for PERCY ]

there's a quiet tension in percy's shoulders, something subtle and unspoken, but unmistakably there. " never been much of a man of faith. " gods are meaningless, things he had no use for, even after seeing their might, seeing champions be crowned ( but only when it was convenient for them, wasn't it? ). a bitter taste left in his mouth by them. ... but he had faith in those around him. faith in vex.

his weight shifts slightly between his feet. " you're fairy certain this is a good idea? at the very least i should go with you. the parchwood is ... extreme. someone to watch your back is always a benefit."

the  intimacy  of  hands.

[ win ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s neck and rest their forehead against the receiver’s own for a close congrats or excitement at something. [ brush ]  –  for the sender’s muse to give the receiver’s muse a passing touch along the shoulder’s / back as they walk by. [ hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to hold the receiver’s muse by the face / neck gently and brush their thumbs along their cheeks to get them to focus on them. [ passing confidence ]  –  for the sender’s muse brush their finger’s against the receiver’s muse’s hand, too scared to hold their hand. [ intertwine ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and kiss the back of their hand. [ intertwine & kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and kiss the back of their hand. [ intertwine & hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and hold them during an emotional moment to reassure them. [ wrap ]  –  for the sender’s muse to casually wrap their arms around the receiver’s neck and lean on their shoulder from behind. [ palm kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the palm of receiver’s hand. [ hand kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the back of the receiver’s hand. [ lay ]  –  for the sender’s muse to lay next to the receiver and lay their hand in the receiver muses’ hand. [ reassure ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place their hand over the receiver’s in a moment of stress and squeeze reassuringly. [ squeeze ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place their hands on the receiver’s shoulders from behind, and offer a reassuring / affirming squeeze before moving on. [ pluck ]  –  for the sender to pluck a foreign object ( twig / leaf / etc. ) out of the receiver muses’ hair. [ play ]  –  for the sender’s muse to run their hand up the receiver’s shoulder and play with the hair at the base of their neck as a means of comfort. [ rub ]  –  for the sender muse to rub up and down the receiver’s back / shoulder as a means of comfort. [ shoulder ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s shoulder to comfort them, or stop them. [ hug ]  –  for the sender’s muse to drag the receiver’s muse into a tight hug by the back of the neck, and play with their hair at the base of their neck in order to comfort them. [ shock ]  –  for the sender to recoil a bit in shock at how quick the receiver latches onto them in a moment of high emotion, before returning the affections. [ cup ]  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver’s face, and brush their thumb along the receiver’s cheek. [ hair ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the receiver’s face. [ hair & lean ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the face, and lean in slowly for a kiss. [ cup & kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver muses’ face during an incredibly passionate and long overdue kiss. [ what a rush ]  –  for the long long overdue kiss to end, only for the sender to rest their head on the receiver’s, and comment “do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” [ no tears ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs. [ no tears & kiss ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs & kiss the receiver’s forehead. [ stumble ]  –  for the sender’s muse to catch and help the receiver’s muse keep balance. [ shudder ]  –  for the sender to shudder a little at some gentle touch from the receiver. [ nononono! ]  –  for the sender to hold the receiver’s head / face while they’re injured, brush their thumb along their cheeks & refuse to accept that the receiver is dying. [ acceptance ]  –  for the sender & receiver to sit / lay somewhere in acceptance of their ends together. in a final act of closeness, the sender places their hand in the receiver’s own.

[ prompt ] + reverse  –  to reverse any of the prompts !

this is a formal starter/interest call for anyone interested in writing with vex'ahlia !!

❝ i’ve been worried you might do something like this. ❞ from @n1hilnovi, for bets

gomorrah couldn't really be said to sparkle under the desert sun. rather, it seemed to smolder, all gas fire, chipped paint, and garish neon. the ncr soldiers who usually lingered outside were nowhere to be seen; bets hoped it was a sign of good luck ( or at least a sign of less trouble ). they needed every ounce of it if they were going to make it out of the omertas' den of vipers alive.

" come on, 'cade. " she elbowed the doctor in the ribs lightly. " better than the white glove society, yeah? figured you'd hate those assholes more. " then with a pointed let's get this over with look, she started off toward the looming column entrance.

the gomorrah dancers certainly noticed the strange pair loitering outside of the lucky 38 across the strip — since stepping into new vegas, bets found herself being stared at far more than she was comfortable with — but their idle glances quickly turned to raucous calls and come-ons. a string of hey baby's and wanna dance, darling?'s and i could show you some fun's all hit in one great, overwhelming wave. sure, bets could flirt like the best of 'em ( even corporal betsy's aggressive sort of forwardness couldn't scare her ) but this was something else.

tipping her hat, the courier managed, " evenin', ladies, " without a pause in her step.

*      @hellesfeuer·     /      sansa stark

caleb   blinks,   and   he   sees   essek   in   this   young   girl’s   stead.         he   sees   someone   far   from   home      —      someone   with   aching   and   loneliness   in   their   eyes.      caleb’s   king’s   husband,   and   this   king’s   future   bride         —      both   ought   to   be   loved   better,   caleb   cannot   help   but   note.

he   looks   about   briefly,   checking   for   spying   eyes   or   wagging   tongues   nearby.      when   they   appear   to   be   alone   enough,   he   gives   the   small   girl   a   slight   bow.      he   pulls   from   already-spent   energy   in   the   residuum   on   his   forearms,   glowing   green   as   he   casts   an   illusory   effect   of   snow   to   fall   around   them.      it   does   not   feel   or   smell   of   anything      —      but   snow   falls   nonetheless.

“      i   am   no   druid,   my   lady,      ”            he   says.            “      i   fear   there   is   little   i   can   do   to   change   the   weather.      but   perhaps   this   will   do   for   a   short   while.      ”

“  oh.  ”  the soft sound falls from her lips of its own accord.  she barely even hears the mages’ words,  for all she can focus on are the white flurries as they float downwards.  all at once,  she can picture it  —  the view from her chamber window,  the wondrous silence of the daybreak blanketed in gentle white,  even the stinging cold after one of arya’s snowballs.

but this snow passes through her hand as if she is nothing.  and then sansa is back in the red keep once more.

“  it’s beautiful. truly marvelous,  ” she says.  she casts her eyes about the corridor as has become habit,  relieved to only find sandor clegane lingering in the distance.  “  tell me of your homeland.  does the dwendalian empire see much snow?  ”

hi all! i am adding vex’halia from critical role, campaign 1/the legend of vox machina to my roster. if you’re interested in writing with her, please lmk! 

@n1hilnnovi     /     BETS  [ COURIER SIX ]  for ARCADE … 

the air is heavy with precipice,  and it is an oddity for the night to be as sedentary as it is.   stranger then,  is how stillness will unnerve arcade as much as any cacophony.   his sleep remains light,  as it does in all elements,  as it has to be,  though it was not always the case.   by his early thirties he remarked that his sleep was becoming fickle.   more easily stirred awake,  he’s acclimated to others scrounging any doctor they could find,  how they’ve noticed that he doesn’t complain too much about the disturbance  ( not when he could be useful,  for once ).   a behavior rigidified under the stress of expectations,  exasperated by the transfer into the mojave branch.  some colleagues could pathologize that development  —  and it would mean finding that symptom in their entire ilk.  in all of the wasteland,  even. 

it’s a shame,  he thinks,  in the liminal edges of dreaming.   it’s a shame that a truly peaceful sleep won’t come,  even under these circumstances:  a gentle night and a companion to watch your six. 

consciousness had been percolating in with the night’s coolness.   eyes only open at bets’ own words and after a long while of playing the waiting game,  hoping that darkness would pull its cover over his head.   it never came.   “i don’t doubt it.”   his response is mucked under the kerfuffle of a waking voice and shifting fabric.  shuffling halfway out of his bedroll,  he sits up,  a joint or two popping within his spine.   the noise he’s producing seems almost harsh next to the courier’s small movements.  “ i woke up a little while ago and spent the last few minutes trying to get back to sleep.   unfortunately,  it looks like it isn’t coming back. ”   the heel of his palm rubs at the last dregs of drowsiness  ( swiping away sand formed by his eyes or the desert,  he couldn’t tell )  before he plucks his glasses from atop his satchel,  wiping the accumulated dust with a sleeve’s edge.   they’re perched upon his nose bridge before coming off again,  only settling once he’s satisfied with their clarity.    in the meanwhile,  his peripherals watched the cigarette light up into a blurred flash,  like she’s cupping the reflection of a sunset.

arcade does not fret over her.  worry begets more worry and she’s sturdier than he is,  but there’s that gravel in her tone and he simply asks,   “ have you slept any ? ”   a confluence of concern,  clinician’s detachment,  and nonchalance turns his tongue.

bets feels a momentary lurch in her stomach.  of course, the doctor can’t read her mind   (    and he certainly can’t see where her eyes track in the dark  ),   but it doesn’t much matter.   a guilty mind always feels suspicious,  says something in the recesses of her mind.  her mother?  bets thinks hopes she can remember the sound of her voice,  but when it comes to her mother’s face, all she can recall is A BLURRED SMUDGE. 

she takes a long drag of her cigarette. as if the nicotine can make the image sharper, clearer, or more comforting. somehow, it never does the trick. 

“  HERE.  ”  bets tosses arcade a pack of cigarettes and a matchbook, both spoils from her travels.  sharing these is enough to make the sinful feeling fade. “  might help a little.  ”  that’s not necessarily  a medically-proven fact.  but given the fact that she’s caught the doctor bumming a cig in the atomic wrangler,  she figures he won’t protest the flimsy logic. 

the courier realizes the tension that wound her shoulders tighter than a spring is all but gone.  THE ITCH  is still there, clawing in the background of her head,   but her companion’s voice feels much realer, much more immediate.  it’s a nice change of pace from the lonely trek to new vegas.  perhaps that’s why she doesn’t cage up when arcade directs his attention to her.  or maybe it’s because he doesn’t sound the way he did at the fort, all smart and fancy and sarcastic.  then again, maybe the clear desert sky just has her defenses down.   

she flicks the ashes off the end of her cig with a sigh.   “  no, i don’t sleep much.  ”   plain and simple.   “  don’t really have much time for it.  ”  and it isn’t untrue.  with the ncr, the robot, and fucking caesar all calling,  bets can’t seem to travel fast enough these days.  “  ‘m sure the followers don’t either.”  

andor sentence starters

❝ i don’t like seeing you nervous. ❞ ❝ the risk of doing nothing becomes the greatest risk of all. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna do us a favor and not mention this happened. ❞ ❝ you’re gonna get us both in trouble. ❞ ❝ i’m not moving. you want it, you take it and i walk away. ❞ ❝ if it’s not important, why not tell me? ❞ ❝ don’t tell anybody you saw me. don’t tell anybody you know where i am. ❞ ❝ you don’t look so good. ❞ ❝ you need to get as far away from here as you can. ❞ ❝ you’re like me. we were born in a hole. all we know is climbing over somebody else to get out. ❞ ❝ it’s all about you, isn’t it? it’s always all about you. ❞ ❝ ah, you’ve remembered how to mock me. ❞ ❝ that’s as close to an apology as you’re gonna get. ❞ ❝ maybe we should quit while we’re ahead. ❞ ❝ welcome. and just in time for dinner. ❞ ❝ there’s no way out alive. of that you must be sure. ❞ ❝ my anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fight…they’ve set me on a path from which there is no escape. ❞ ❝ i’m struggling to understand why my faith doesn’t calm me. i believe in something. why am i so unsettled? ❞ ❝ you don’t have to worry about me anymore. ❞ ❝ i thought you left without me. ❞ ❝ you have a different path, and i’m not judging you. ❞ ❝ it’s better you don’t know. ❞ ❝ you’re avoiding the question. ❞ ❝ hey. you know something i don’t? ❞ ❝ i told you, i’m doing everything i can. ❞ ❝ you might as well wear a sign that says, “i promise to disappoint you.” ❞ ❝ you’re bleeding on my floor. ❞ ❝ you knew where this was going. you’ve always known. ❞ ❝ i need to hear you tell me you can follow the plan. ❞ ❝ pull yourself together, all right? ❞ ❝ this time…you can’t stay, and i can’t go. ❞ ❝ i burn my decency for someone else’s future. i burn my life to make a sunrise that i know i’ll never see. ❞ ❝ i said i know you. i know all about you. ❞ ❝ why don’t we do something fun tomorrow night? ❞ ❝ i knew i could count on you. ❞ ❝ i am going to ask you a question. i expect an honest answer. ❞ ❝ i yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost and by the time i looked down, there was no longer any ground beneath my feet. ❞ ❝ that’s cold. even for you. ❞ ❝ you’ll stay with me. i need all the heroes i can get. ❞ ❝ i’m thinking clearly and you’re not. ❞ ❝ is that your defence? you’ve been ‘careful’? ❞ ❝ any civilized being knows an open invitation is no invitation at all. ❞ ❝ rule number one: never carry anything you don’t control. ❞ ❝ what’s the hurry? got some place to be? ❞ ❝ you come all this way to scold me? ❞ ❝ i’d never lie to you. ❞ ❝ you’re not here to save anybody but yourself. ❞ ❝ what, not happy to see me? ❞ ❝ i’ve never loved anyone the way i love you. ❞ ❝ i won’t have peace. i’ll be worried about you all the time. ❞ ❝ turning back will be impossible. ❞ ❝ there’s no room for doubt on the path to success. ❞ ❝ two guys jumped me. it went too far. ❞ ❝ you fall here, you fall alone. ❞ ❝ i’m just saying out loud what you already known. ❞ ❝ you love me because i show you what you need to see. ❞ ❝ it’s just me against everybody else. ❞ ❝ you don’t want to hear what happened? ❞ ❝ hey. i won’t forget this. ❞ ❝ you think it’s hopeless, do you? freedom? independence? justice? ❞ ❝ no one’s more at risk than i am. ❞ ❝ you wanted to leave? this is what it comes to. ❞ ❝ what are you staring at? ❞ ❝ we’ll die with nothing if we don’t put aside our petty differences. ❞ ❝ you’ll make an effort tonight if it kills you. ❞ ❝ i write when i can’t sleep. ❞ ❝ you haven’t been listening to me, have you? ❞ ❝ us? i don’t know you. ❞ ❝ i’m not gonna put my people at risk for someone else. ❞ ❝ your father’s looking for you. ❞ ❝ why would i go anywhere with you? ❞ ❝ i’m glad you’re here. no matter what the reason. ❞ ❝ that’s what a reckoning sounds like. you want it to stop, but it just keeps coming. ❞ ❝ come on. we need to get out of here. come on. ❞ ❝ being a leader isn’t just something you can turn on and off. ❞ ❝ it’s been a day of surprises for all of us. ❞ ❝ you lived because you ran. ❞ ❝ i imagine that no matter what you tell me or tell yourself, you’ll ultimately die fighting these bastards. ❞ ❝ you think i haven’t thought this through? i’d be the first one to fall. ❞ ❝ wouldn’t you rather give it all at once to something real than carve off useless pieces till there’s nothing left? ❞ ❝ you’re wasting energy. you know i’m right. ❞ ❝ i just want what’s mine. ❞ ❝ must everything be boring and sad? ❞ ❝ you have a problem, you come to me. ❞ ❝ i’m starting to think we’re in over our heads. ❞ ❝ everyone has their own rebellion. ❞ ❝ can one ever be too aggressive in preserving order? ❞ ❝ the day before is always hard. too much time to worry. ❞ ❝ don’t touch me. ❞ ❝ i wake up every day to an equation i wrote fifteen years ago from which there’s only one conclusion, I’m damned for what i do. ❞ ❝ i’m just trying to clear my name. ❞ ❝ working with other people is never easy. ❞ ❝ just being in your presence…i’ve realized that life is worth living. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in right now? ❞ ❝ i knew you were lying. i knew it. ❞ ❝ losing hope? your mind? keep it to yourself. ❞ ❝ must everything be boring and sad? ❞ ❝ the axe forgets, but the tree remembers. ❞ ❝ perhaps my deranged belief that there was something better fated for me in the future was a dream worth clinging to. ❞ ❝ i’m not here for career advice. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between fear and losing your nerve. ❞ ❝ you’re slouching. is that how you present yourself to the world? ❞ ❝ perhaps you should have a rest. ❞ ❝ i didn’t deserve what happened. ❞ ❝ you should go. i didn’t realize how late it was. ❞ ❝ i’d forgotten how sensitive you can be. ❞ ❝ you’re lucky to be alive right now. ❞ ❝ so, that’s it? that’s why you’re here? revenge? ❞ ❝ you can wear a ball gown if you’d like. ❞ ❝ this is the last place you should be. ❞ ❝ so much going wrong, so much to say, and all of it happening so quickly. ❞ ❝ it’s easier to hide behind forty atrocities than a single incident. ❞ ❝ what were you gonna do if i wasn’t here? ❞ ❝ i’ve been worried you might do something like this. ❞ ❝ don’t you dare talk to me like that. ❞ ❝ the very worst thing you can do right now is bore me. ❞ ❝ if you’re not willing to risk your conscience, then surrender and be done with it. ❞ ❝ we’ve come a long way from where we started. ❞ ❝ i show you the stone in my hand, you miss the knife at your throat. ❞ ❝ people blame you for what happened. ❞ ❝ i think about you constantly. ❞ ❝ i dreamt you came back. ❞ ❝ you pull in the net and the easy thing, the quick thing, is to assume that everything you’ve dragged to shore is a fish. ❞ ❝ i should…i should say thank you. ❞ ❝ i’ve given up all chance at inner peace. i’ve made my mind a sunless space. i share my dreams with ghosts. ❞ ❝ don’t die until you put up a fight. ❞ ❝ you came here to kill me, didn’t you? ❞ ❝ i’ve been shamed enough for one night. ❞ ❝ if you wanna say something, you should say it now. ❞ ❝ i would rather die trying to take them down than giving them what they want. ❞ ❝ is that meant to scare me? ❞ ❝ i’ve been turning away from the truth i wanted not to face. ❞ ❝ you’re bleeding. ❞

@hellesfeuer​   /    SANSA for CALEB

caleb   is   unsure   what   this   young   girl   expects   him   to   do   about   her   troubles.         he   has   magic,   yes,   and   it   seems   that   such   powers   are   rarities   in   this   land.      his   king   knows   this      —      half   the   reason   he   brings   his   court   mage   along,   caleb   expects,   is   to   show   off   what   westeros   does   not   have.      he   orders   a   demonstration   for   this   boy-king,   and   caleb   delivers   a   roaring,   fiery   illusion   of   a   lion      —      planned   beforehand,   of   course,   for   house   lannisters’   sigil.      king   joffrey’s   reactions   are   mixed,   to   caleb’s   eye,   but   his   king   only   reads   success   and   envy   therein.

he   remembers   @scripteur​​   from   the   throne   room      —      small,   pale,   and   auburn-haired.      she   is   a   pretty   dove   .   .   .      and   she   is   frightened.      and   he   may   be   a   mage,   but   caleb   is   of   no   use   to   her.

“      my   lady   .   .   .      i   know   little   of   this   place.      this   is   not   my   home      —      and   it   is   late.      perhaps   you   should   be   in   bed.      ”

speaking with foreign travelers is a small blessing in king’s landing.  with no knowledge of her father’s death,  nor her brother’s rebellion,  the strange dignitaries do not recognize her as the traitor lord’s daughter, the caged bird.  they only know her as the king’s betrothed. such ignorance allows her leniency;  it is the only reason she allows herself this one   small,   treacherous   confession.

“      can you conjure snow?  or perhaps the likeness of a direwolf?     ”   in this moment, sansa cannot help but marvel at the sound of her own voice.  she sounds so very much like the   FANCIFUL   GIRL   who never travelled beyond winterfell’s walls.  still,  she keeps in step with the mage.   

“      if either illusions are within your abilities, i would be most delighted.     ”

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

i had a super SUPER productive morning and i was treating myself to the fancy shampoo (u know the shampoo u got as a gift that’s kinda expensive and v v Nice so u only use it when ur going out or have a social event going on?) and i came back to find a bunch of my mutuals reblogging the same post about hair, and i’ll be damned if i didn’t see that combination of events as some sort of sign! so here u go my dudes! another addition to the group! feel free to add “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles of this meme!

as always, DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST! i’ll add to it as time passes! and i really hope you all enjoy this one bc i had a lot of fun making it! 

[ WASH ]:          sender begins to wash the receiver’s hair.

[ TUG ]:          sender grabs the receiver’s hair and pulls at it. ( SPECIFY A REASON! CONTEXT IS KEY! )

[ BRAID ]:          sender, sitting behind the receiver’s back, begins to braid their hair.

[ SNIP ]:          having discussed the matter, the sender gives the receiver a haircut.

[ BACK ]:          sender, noticing a strand of hair fall from the receiver’s hairdo, carefully tucks the strand back behind the receiver’s ear.

[ BURY ]:          sender buries their hand deep in the receiver’s hair.

[ BRUSH ]:          with a hairbrush, comb, or their hand, the sender begins to gently brush the receiver’s hair.

[ GLIDE ]:          sender runs their fingers through the length of the receiver’s hair.

[ BLOOM ]:          sender weaves a number of flowers through the receiver’s hair.

[ STYLE ]:          sender begins to arrange the receiver’s hair into an elaborate hairstyle to an unspecified degree of success (or failure).

[ CROWN ]:          having created a flower crown, the sender carefully places it atop the receiver’s head.

[ INHALE ]:          while embracing or in close proximity to the receiver, the sender inhales slowly, smelling their hair in the process.

[ TICKLE ]:          the sender uses the ends of the receiver’s hair to playfully tickle them.

[ PLAY ]:          the sender begins to play with the receiver’s hair while the receiver lies in their lap.

[ LAY ]:           the sender lays down in the receiver’s lap to let them play with the sender’s hair.

[ TOUCH ]:           just for the sake of the contact, the sender reaches out and gently touches the strands of the receiver’s hair.

[ MASSAGE ]:          with their hands buried in the receiver’s hair, the sender begins to gently massage their scalp.

[ ROYAL ]:          as part of a coronation ceremony, the sender places a crown atop the receiver’s hair, maintaining eye contact as they do so.

[ KISS ]:          the sender places a tender kiss on the receiver’s hair.

[ AWAY ]:          the sender, using their fingertips, tenderly sweeps a few strands of hair out of the receiver’s face so as to see them more clearly.

[ TOWEL ]:          the sender uses a towel to carefully dry the receiver’s hair.

[ DRY ]:          the sender uses a hairdryer to dry the receiver’s hair.

[ SOFTEN ]:          the sender rubs oils/conditioner into their hands, and begins to slowly massage it into the receiver’s hair.

so i finished tlovm last night and... definitely considering adding vex'halia to my roster. lmk if you'd be interested in rping! because omg i love perc'halia. i have ao3 recs too.

@tectress     /     BETS  [ COURIER SIX ]  for ARCADE . . .

INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am.

since waking up in goodsprings with a fractured skull full of sutures, bets can’t remember the last time she had a good night’s sleep.   (  ‘course she hasn’t been able to remember much at all, truth be told.  )   sleep’s easiest to come by when the exhaustion is too much to bear—after days spent dodging raiding parties and legion bullets. hell, it’s even better when she’s laid out on a table, recovering from bloodloss, radiation, or cazador poison, and blessedly too tired to do anything but fade into the black. sometimes, the doc’s are even kind enough to give her a little extra help. a little whiskey for the pain, maybe some pills. she’ll take what she can get.

but these kind of nights? THE FUCKIN’ WORST.

bets knows she should consider herself lucky. an uneventful day in the mojave desert is just about as common as rain. her and arcade are two days out from new vegas, stocked with enough rations to be comfortable. the weather’s fair, the night sky is clear, and they have good coverage with their camp tucked against a rock formation. any caravaner would be happily snoring away in these circumstances. but bets doesn’t run with the crimson caravan anymore, and she’s certainly not gonna get any shuteye tonight. not without any help, at least.

she casts a glance at her pack from where she sits by the dying embers. there are two dosages of med-x and an empty syringe waiting in the bottom of the bag, though no doubt arcade’s got more on him. they certainly had enough to spare, just once, especially on a night like this. and then, before she can find the guts to reach out to unfasten the straps, she hears rustling from the other bed roll.

“ go back to bed, gannon, ” bets sighs. not annoyed, just tired. she plucks a cigarette out from the pack in her jacket pocket. “ if there’s trouble, you’ll be the first to know. ”