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Am I playing Fallout 3 wrong?

For the most part, I'm having fun, but the game feels weirdly empty to me. Just large expanses of nothing sprinkled with the occasional building and a surprising lack of quests compared to Fallout 4.

I have around 2000 hours put into Fallout 4. It's one of my favorite games because (weirdly) just like Stardew Valley, there's always something driving you in between quests and exploration, and the game is designed to encourage further exploration without you realizing it.

In Stardew, it's improving the farm, expanding your house, gathering ingredients and resources, improving your tools, or gaining hearts. You can do pretty well for yourself off fishing alone but the desire for more is there in the back of your mind. The game doesn't tell me to make Iridium sprinklers and find the best sprinkler to scarecrow formation for my farm layout, I choose to do that because I want a giant stack of bread and berries on me at all times and watering by hand bores me. Also I want Sebastian to love me, and in my experience, there's no faster way to get frozen tears than to lob bombs everywhere on floors 40+.

In Fallout 4, it's the settlements. As Preston says himself, there's always someone who needs help, and settlements are not only an investment but also a constant incentive for me. Half of all mods I have for the game are around settlements: removing the build limit, scrap dead bodies, adding balcony supports, creative clutter, expanding Jamaica Plain, making Coastal cottage less of a shit hole. Normal stuff. And when I'm out I am constantly on the lookout for scrap I can use to improve settlements and traiders I can get supply orders from.

Even when I'm not questing, I'm still on a mission the game gave me to leave or take.

But with Fallout 3, I can't find much to actually do, and worse, I can't find anyone to do it with. The only companion I've met in my ~70 hours so far has been Charon, and that's because I was lonely, saved up 2k caps, and went and got him. I haven't even met dogmeat yet despite him being like 15 minutes at the most into Fallout 4. Don't get me wrong I like Charon's grumpy ass always grumbling over shit but ultimately the man is just a very tall, overcooked hot pocket with a shot gun. He's not man's best friend or my best friends smoaking toaster oven, sarcastic lesbian Lois Lane or Mayor over cooked hot pocket with free molly.

I am genuinely struggling for things to do. I'm just heading in any direction, hoping a deathclaw isn't over there.

Hi!! I love your writing and hope everything is going well in life. I recently binged through your master list and they were amazing! Happy Holidays!

How would FO4 companions react to a Sole who's always patient and kind with others finally exploding when a settler acts a little too ungrateful? Maybe after a grueling mission Sole went on and returning back exhausted/injured, making them a bit more irritable than usual.

Ah, yes. There are Marcy Longs everywhere. This took awhile but I enjoyed writing this, it was fun. Merry Chris everyone!

CAIT is not going to save you. Truthfully, she’s been wanting to deck the settler in the face for a while but you always interfered. To be honest yelling at them is not doing it for her but it is cathartic. The settler is, reasonably, caught off guard and looks around for help, no one helps them.

“Oh, I ain’t helping ya. Ya get what you throw, right?”

PRESTON tries to facilitate but this was long overdue. His allowance of the settlers to generally have a say on how things are run had both positive and negative effects on the people in charge, especially you and him as General and their second-in-command. The spat would only end when you finished what you were saying or if you allowed him to pull you away.

“Marcy, that was a bit harsh. [Sole] stop, you made your point.”

HANCOCK knows being in command is a delicate balance of loving your people and making a point. Finn was a good defender but repeatedly overstepped others so taking him out not only made a point but protected his people and those who could be his people.

“Don’t complain. They didn’t shoot ya.”

NICK normally would chastise you for chewing out someone but they had been getting on his nerves. He has always seen how willing you are to bend over backwards for everyone, so even if the settler was nice to him, he won’t stand for his partner being berated by petty grievances. But as much as he wants to scold them, he wants to get you back to the house after the day you've had.

“Hey, pal/doll, let’s go. We’ll deal with this later.”

MACCREADY just chuckles on the side. When the settler first started giving you a piece of their mind MacCready offered to shut them up as your bodyguard. You of course declined the offer but now that was fully on the table. As much as he would still do it he knows you wouldn’t want that so he keeps his hands to himself. Just letting you chew them out was enough for him.

“Nah, the boss's got it.”

DANSE before BB he would correct the civilian for questioning command or reprimand you for letting your people step on your toes. Things have changed. Typically he tries to stay out of things now but he steps forward when his friend gets home to immediately be yelled at. But your snapping gave him pause. His instincts kicked in and he removed you from the situation. You tried to fight back but a demanding injury you’d been ignoring stopped you. When you were both inside and sat down he took care of your wound, making sure you knew he was just concerned for you not blaming you.

“I can imagine how tired you are. No need to apologize to me. Or them for that matter.”

PIPER she doesn’t like misdirected slander, however today was not misdirected. Her dislike for the picky settler is very known and so this was a long time in waiting. Honestly, the sheer Schadenfreude of the whole situation is enough to have her lean on a wall and chew gum watching this. Like her favorite TV show was on. She would only say something if Nat was there.

“Hey, I don’t wanna hear you repeating any of that, okay? Okay.”

CURIE doesn’t 100% understand the malicious intent behind the settlers word so she’s surprised when you answer with aggression. She tries to calm you down while attempting to give the settler a solution to their problem. It doesn’t work. The only reason this outburst stops is because Curie starts crying. It’s a lot of stimulation and confusion for her so it’s the only thing she can do.

“Monsieur/Madame, can we just go home? I don’t like this.”

X6-88 has always followed your orders, has never harmed anyone without your word, has never stepped out of your command. He immediately kicks them to the floor when you snap at them. You just risked life and limb to keep these people safe and warm, and when you come back limping they have the audacity to call you inattentive to the community. He doesn’t take any more liberties, he already let his emotions guide them to the floor, no need to guide them to the afterlife because of them.

“Shall I take care of them permanently? No? Then maybe just dismemberment?”

DEACON always away from the spotlight, didn't intervene but saw the whole thing. He doesn’t think less of you, actually he’s surprised it took this long, anyone else would have done it sooner. When you’re done he’s waiting at home for you, and when you ask where he went and if he heard you he just laughs.

“I was, y'know, around. I’m in the walls. You can't hide secrets from me!”

Love Beyond Everything

Jesse Cromeans x Reader

Summary: You loved your husband more than anything. He was your reason to live, you knew about his hobby and you feared something bad could happen to him.

When Spann called you, you felt as if someone threw ice-cold water all over you. 

The news of your husband almost dying scared you beyond anything. He was the center of your world, your everything. If you were to lose him...

Your driver dropped you off at the warehouse. 

Preston greeted you at the front, guiding you to where he was.

He was lying behind curtains in a makeshift hospital room, the doctor came over to you and explained what happened.

"I want her dead," you said simply, as you turned towards Preston.

"Already a step ahead of you Miss." he said as he showed you the footage. You nodded and they both left.

You looked at him through the curtain, and he turned away, hiding his face.

"I'm so glad you are alive Jesse. I was so afraid when Spann called." you watched as his hand moved into a fist, tearing the sheets. He couldn't talk, he didn't have his device with him, but somehow you understood. "I know you don't like the fact that he killed your piggy. But if it wouldn't be him, I would have done it myself. Don't misunderstand please, I do not care about superficial things like that and you know that, but she nearly killed you." You moved your hand behind the curtain and grabbed his wrist. You could only imagine the pain he felt, you could never fathom the pain he went through, is going through. But you loved him, and he was strong, he will be up on his feet quickly.

"He needs a new piggy," you said to Spann who nodded.

"Yes, I am already looking." she said as she showed you photos. Jesse needed to keep his mind off of his face and focus on something else.

You pointed at a photo of a blonde woman. "He'll like her."

And with that, you went back to your husband. Holding his hand as he lay there.

You weren't there when he was finally walking, you weren't there when Preston tried to betray him, you weren't there when the police busted his warehouse, but you were the first person they brought in when his identity was discovered.

You had to play and pretend, and you were quite the actress. When they showed you the photos, you recalled all women, some were chosen by you. 

But of course, Jesse made sure nothing pointed at you, so you were free to go after you claimed not to know anything.

The new place of operations was a little better than the last one. The building still had that terrible feeling about it. But at least it had more space.

As you walked into the building, you rushed to your husband, hugging him, he had the chrome mask on his face, but you could see his eye through it. 

"They are investigating, but they only found our old house, and the old warehouse. They know your name but they are clueless." you told him.

He said down in his leather chair, typing on his phone.

'Are you okay?' he asked.

"Me? Of course, how are you? How's your face, still hurts?" he didn't reply and instead started typing again.

'Now, I even look like a monster.'

"Don't say that, Honey! Of course, you are not a monster! It was their fault! They hurt you! All they had to do was to give you the girl, instead, they did this." You moved closer to him, and you noticed he tried to get further away, but the carpet stopped him. You grabbed his face, and made him look at you. "I do not care how you look like, you'll always be handsome to me. Inside and out. I love you for you, not for your face." You placed a kiss on his mask before pulling away, you intended to go and pour a glass of dink for yourself but he stopped you by grabbing your waist and burying his face into your stomach. 

Your fingers started to run random patterns on his head and shoulders, trying your best to keep him calm and let him know he's safe with you.

You looked down at him, noticing how he started to remove his mask, he once again hid his face into you. You knew, no matter how he looked like, you'd still love him, but you couldn't help the anger bubbling in you, they did this to him, hurt him. How dare they.

He then slowly, looked up at you, and you smiled.

"There you are, Sweetheart. Handsome as ever." you smiled as he finally looked at you.

You didn't lie, you still found him very attractive, the scarring concerned you more because of the pain he had to endure. 

"I love you." you said and kissed his lips softly.

"I love you too." came the voice from his phone which made you laugh a little.

Nothing and no one can take him away from you.

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A battle over LGBTQ+ books in a Virginia county may cost teenagers their right to visit the public library.

The chair of the Board of Supervisors in rural Botetourt County has decided the best way to ensure “parental rights” in the tiny rural area, pop. 34,000, is to send parents to the library with their kids.

Acting on a campaign pledge made in June before a primary election, board chair Donald “Mac” Scothorn (R) announced a proposal at the board’s July 31 meeting to prohibit anyone under 18 from visiting the county library without adult supervision.

It’s the board chair’s solution to a long-simmering dispute over LGBTQ+ content in the county’s four public libraries, pitting Botetourt County residents associated with groups like Moms for Liberty against free speech advocates.

The “parents’ rights” activists have pursued their book-banning agenda at school board meetings, filing removal request forms at the libraries and publicizing what they believe is inappropriate content for minors on a website likely available to minors.

For their part, the Board of Supervisors has issued two resolutions declaring “unwavering” support for the library system and staff, including one issued at the same meeting where Scothorn announced his proposal.

Scothorn’s idea came as a surprise to Marlene Preston, chair of the Botetourt County Library Board of Trustees, which has the ultimate say over library policy.

“The Library Board hasn’t endorsed or even discussed any changes to our policies regarding teens in the library,” Preston told Cardinal News. “For now, we’re pleased that the Board of Supervisors has formally supported the library and its staff.”

County Supervisor Steve Clinton, who also serves on the library board, agreed a change to the libraries’ supervision policy is not on the agenda, and called Scothorn’s recommendation a “news flash” he’s not in favor of. The Library Board’s next meeting is scheduled for Aug. 16.

Current policy in Botetourt County libraries requires children 13 and under to be supervised by adults, which has more to do with behavioral considerations than what kids may be reading, according to library director Julie Phillips.

She’s concerned how teenagers would interact with the public library under more restrictive parental guidance rules. Programming for teenagers at the four libraries includes a chess club and special programs like improv theater classes.

Attendance policies for minors vary by jurisdiction around the state. In Franklin County, children 10 and younger require supervision by an adult or another child 14 or older. In Rockbridge County, children under 8 must be accompanied by an adult 18 or older.

Until August 2020, the unattended child policy in Botetourt County was even less restrictive, reading, “Children under the age of seven, or who have emotional or social difficulty, must be attended by a parent or other responsible caregiver at all times.”

Scothorn’s campaign promise, published with another supervisorial candidate in a local county newspaper, read in part: “We pledge to bring before the Board of Supervisors of Botetourt County a proposal to raise the age of required parental consent for access to graphic sexually explicit materials to the age of 18.”

Doing so would “ultimately give the decision on access to such materials to the parents, where we believe that decision belongs,” the statement read.

Scothorn and Miller wrote they based their idea on H.B. 1379, passed by the Virginia House of Delegates early in 2023, which would have allowed parents to restrict their children’s access to any item in a school library catalog that was considered to have “graphic sexual content.”

While that bill failed to pass the state senate and didn’t make it into law, the pair wrote, “We believe its intent can inform local library policy considerations.”

Four teenagers have been charged in the fatal shooting of a Chicago police officer who was slain last weekend as she was heading home from work, authorities said Wednesday.

Nineteen-year-olds Joseph Brooks and Trevell Breeland, Jakwon Buchanan, 18, and a 16-year-old boy face charges of first-degree murder and armed robbery in Saturday's killing of Officer Aréanah Preston, 24. The 16-year-old suspect will be tried as an adult, CBS Chicago reported.

The Chicago Police Department said Preston was fatally shot about 1:40 a.m. Saturday during a robbery spree.

All four were also charged with armed robbery, burglary, motor vehicle theft and other offenses in connection with incidents that occurred on Friday and Saturday, police said.

The youngest suspect allegedly bragged to a friend about the shooting, CBS Chicago reported. That friend went straight to police and called the suspect again, the station reported. This time, detectives were listening.

"During this phone call defendant, [the suspect] made additional admissions to the robbery and the shooting - including details that had not been released," Assistant State's Attorney Anne Rodgers McCord said.

The four were ordered held without bail Wednesday by Judge David Kelly, who said prosecutors had provided "a mountain of evidence" that the suspects had "engaged in a very violent crime spree."

After the bond hearing, Preston's mother, Dionne Mhoon, said she was "heartbroken" and "full of anger, rage, questions why."

It wasn't immediately known if they had lawyers who could comment for them.

Mayor Lori Lightfoot issued a statement commending police for swiftly apprehending the suspects responsible for Preston's "heinous murder."

"Their diligent efforts have removed violent, repeat offenders from our streets," Lightfoot said.

Cook County prosecutors said Preston was off duty and on her way home after her shift early Saturday on the city's South Side when the suspects passed her in a sedan, circled back and approached her as she stood in front of her house.

Residential surveillance video shows three people getting out of the sedan and running toward Preston, who was still in uniform, before several muzzle flashes are visible on video and she falls to the ground, according to court documents. The attackers ran back to the sedan before one person returned to grab Preston's gun, court documents allege.

The initial call of the shooting came around 1:42 a.m. on Saturday, but a backlog issue in the district led to a delay where officers didn't immediately respond, CBS Chicago reported. Around 2:02 a.m., a 911 alert was received from Preston's Apple Watch. 

Interim Police Superintendent Eric Carter said Preston's death was a tragedy for the city.

Tyrone Pendarvis, the commander of the 5th District where Preston served, said the officer was a rising star whose death affected all who know her.

"She will truly be missed," he said.

Preston worked for the department for just three years before her killing, according to department officials. Hers is considered a line-of-duty death, which entitles her family to financial assistance from the state, the Chicago Tribune reported.

Preston Garvey x Fem!Sole Survivor- growing in the garden

Preston hadn’t meant to find it. He’d intended to just place it back into the ground where he found it and re-bury it forever. Sole had come over too quick- excited to see what it was he’d found; he’d no time to hide it from her.  “What’s that?” she chimed excitedly, taking in his find. They’d been plundering around in the irradiated gardens of Sanctuary Hills, removing broken fence poles to clear space for them to upturn the soil, so they could plant some Mutfruit trees. The settlers were short on food, and the Minuteman General was always happy to lend a hand. Her ears, trained to combat, heard when her second-in-command’s shovel hit something hard in the ground. Maybe one of her old neighbours had a hidden chem stash? If she remembered correctly, this house belonged to a friend of Nate’s. She never really saw eye-to-eye with Nate’s friend- oh gosh, what was her name now- Birdy? Beatrice? Beatrice! She didn’t peg Bea as a chem user, but who was she to judge? She barely knew her.  Preston had turned slightly away, the small metal tin in his hands just large enough to pass for a caps stash, just without the tell-tale markings someone might leave to remind them what was in the tin. He’d already opened it, and she could see letters, and a photo- all slightly out of focus from where she was stood.   “It’s...boring. You wouldn’t want to see.” Preston struggled, trying his best to douse her interest with water. She frowned, and nudged him, trying to make a pass for the tin. “What’s in it, Preston?” she asked again, but more insistently. He snatched the tin away from her hands, stepping away from her. Sole was alarmed by this, he’d never acted in such a way, and it was making her heart stutter. She didn’t like the way he was acting. Her eyebrows furrowed, now slightly annoyed with him. “Look, I can’t give you the tin.” He insisted, and Sole couldn’t read the expression on his face. Worry? Embarrassment? What was her companion hiding from her?  “Why not? Is there something in there of yours?” She pried, and he shook his head almost immediately, although a sour look crossed his face after the admission. Had he played his cards right, he could have very well claimed ownership to get her to back off. He hated the position they were in right now. “Then give me the tin, Preston. If it’s not yours, I should be able to look.” She demanded, hand out expectantly. Preston’s resolve crumbled, and the minuteman crossed the short space to his General, closing the tin before handing it over, an unimpressed and confused look cresting Sole’s features.  “I don’t understand what all that stress was, Preston. It’s just a-” Her voice stopped dead as the tin lid popped off, and the picture became clear. Was that... Nate? She plucked the photo out of the tin, inspecting the faded card closely.  A young man, with dark brown hair was stood in the photo. Sad, puppy dog eyes that she’d fallen in love with over two hundred years ago stared back at him, but they were fixed with a loving expression. He had his arm around a woman, she was neat and perfect and most certainly called Beatrice. The thing that panicked her the most, was the small bundle of joy nestled in her arms. They looked like a new family. Preston watched her face crumble, hands shakily diving for the letters that had been wedged at the bottom, a whole wad of paper came out when she pried the ageing letters from the tin. He watched as she read to confirm what he’d already guessed had happened. Her eyes scanned the letter, and her mood dropped with every word. Beatrice and Nate had a whole life together, it was evident from the letters. The way they wrote to each other was romantic, and sweet. Tender words exchanged constantly between the two- it dated back all the way to three months after she’d started dating Nate. She could almost see them together in her mind’s eye, laughing at how stupid she was for not knowing. She knew there was a reason she never got on with Beatrice. Fucking Beatrice-    Preston had seen Nates photo plenty of times, she’d found an old photo of him, fresh out of military service at one of the old stations when they’d been searching for a pack of feral ghouls some settlers needed putting down. She’d kept it close from then on, displaying it on the shelf in her Sanctuary home. He’d spotted her deceased husband on the photo almost instantly.  “You’re right.” She said softly, after gently placing the photo and letters away in the tin, moving to the hole Preston found them in. “It was boring, I didn’t want to see.” Her voice wavered, and she dropped the tin back into its muddy tomb. She started to kick the mud back on top of it, burying it with the side of her shoe in silence. Preston felt awful. He knew he wasn’t responsible for Nates infidelity, but he couldn’t help but overanalyse his role in revealing the dirty truth to his friend. She was someone he admired, someone he cared deeply for- he couldn’t understand why Nate could even consider anyone else when he had a woman like Sole already at home. “I’m real sorry, Sole.” Preston apologised, and she hesitated for a moment, before crouching on the floor to start burying it with her hands. She didn’t respond, but the way her breathing had picked up and her hands shook, he knew she was about to bust open. He knelt down next to her in the mud, the warm summers day they were experiencing no longer felt comfortable, but stifling. He loosened the top button of his shirt nervously as she patted the top layer of the soil down, effectively concealing her husband’s past again. She sat there, hands resting on her thighs as she stared at the newly exposed ground in silence, lips pressed into a fine line. “Do you wanna go in? We can go in.” Preston tried, a hand reaching out to touch her shoulder. His fingertips only brushed the edge of her shirt, but it was like his touch shocked thought back into her brain, and she started to cry. Tears welled up in her face, and she wiped them away on her forearm, but more just appeared. His body reacted on its own, immediately going in for a hug to console her. She didn’t move to hug back, too overstimulated with the feelings that were ripping through her. She didn’t struggle to leave, so he assumed that he was doing the right thing. She cried into his chest, and there were no words spoken between the two. She deserved better than this, surely. Nate wasn’t even around to explain himself to her. She couldn’t help but worry about Beatrice and their child. Did they ever make it to safety when the bombs fell? She didn’t see them at the Vault, she was sure she’d remember seeing a woman with a child, Shaun was screaming his head off in fear and she’d no doubt the poor child in that photo did too when the nukes dropped. She cried for a while, about the mortifying and blatant misuse of her trust, grief over feeling angry at someone no longer alive- the child’s unknown fate. Preston held her through it, rubbing soothingly into her back. He couldn’t truly understand what she was going through, he’d never been in this position himself, but- he was willing to experience it with her. He was the only one who knew, and he doubted she’d go around telling people what they’d found in the backyard. “I’m here, you know. If you need to talk. You’ve listened to me so many times before, I just want you to know I’m here.” He mumbled, and she gave a weak nod in reply. “You want some water? I’ve got some-” He started, gesturing in the direction of his pack. She snorted through her tears. “Whiskey, Preston. I want Whiskey.” 

This is copied from my ao3 (Hangecouldruinme) so don’t attack me 😪

Piper POV

I woke up to the sound of light talking outside my room “morning blu-“ I turned in my bed and saw no one ‘right blue isn’t here’. Preston and Nick could be heard outside of my room

”I heard Brooklyn could be coming back today, I bumped into her while I was helping out a man who had lost his wife find the men who killed her, she said she’d be back by today”

“That’s some good news, I know Piper would be happy if she knew that she’s been pretty sad since the general left” I walked away from the door, I knew they were right I have been pretty sad since Brooklyn left, I wasn’t that used to not going on trips with them, We always went together on their missions but they insisted that they did this one solo saying that it was dangerous.

I left my room and decided to go outside and care for some of the crops; maybe that could get my mind off of things. Cait was found outside of the house standing on guard she sent me a smirk and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes, I waved her off and got to work.

Brooklyn POV

I grumbled as I wandered up the hill heading into sanctuary, my feet practically screaming; actually my whole body was screaming. That mission had gone to shit. Some guy met up with me while I was out in Goodneighbor talking about how he heard of some big caps and chems stash abs how he’d let me keep almost the whole thing if I would check it out for him, I guess that’s my fault for believing him. Turns out the whole thing was a trap and I had to fight my way out.

I saw Cait standing on guard, bottle of liquor in her hand and a gun in another, she sent me a smile waved her hand with the bottle at me to signal me over.

”They really gave ya a run for ya money didn’t they?” She teased

I rolled my eyes and answered back “they did actually, it was some sort of trap to rob people and probably kill them” I wiped some of the blood from my head “fucking bastards” I mumbled

”Well why don’t ya go on inside, I’m sure ya girlfriend misses ya”

I nodded, still furious. I saw Piper outside working on the crops, I stormed over there and grabbed her arm she let out a shriek as I dragged her away.

”Bl-Blue! Your here!” I could only groan as I reached our room, I grabbed the back of her neck and roughly pushed my lips into her, she moaned into the kiss grabbing at my shirt. I moved to her neck roughly sucking at it and fiddling with her shirt almost ripping it off of her once I handled the last button.

My hands cupped her breasts and kneaded at them still sucking at her neck leaving purple marks as I made my way down to her breasts. I damn threw her onto our bed as I started to undress myself as well. I climbed onto the bed and started to pull off her pants not wasting a second to hook my arms und her legs to spread them apart for me and start lapping at her clit.

I started sucking at her clit like it was my life source, Piper squirmed and moaned loudly, I pulled away from her and shoved part of my recently discarded shirt in her mouth. I went back to roughly sucking her clit, my hand snuck up to her neck slightly squeezing it, I slipped one of my fingers in and her body jolted, a muffled whimper leaving her body, I kept pounding my fingers into her pussy; constantly hitting that certain spot. She came with another muffled moan.

“Don’t even fucking move, I’ll be right back” I got up from my spot of the bed and reached under my bed, I grabbed a rope and grabbed Piper’s wrist, I tied her up to the bed.

I grabbed her leg again and put my hand on her neck once again, I continued to lap at her clit roughly sucking every once in a while. Piper tugged at her restraints as I let go of her neck and slipped my fingers in her once again, I continued my pounding and sucking.

When she came once again I removed her ropes and I shifted around so I was lying down right next to her. Wordlessly I kind of guided her onto my chest.

I only managed to gesture to my face and huff out “sit on it” before I grabbed a handful of her ass and pushed her up to face.

‘Isn’t this a better angle’ I thought as my tongue probed her entrance. She started to fuck back into me, grinding her hips into me; I groaned against her.

She came for the third time and I finally released my mouth from her.

“Sh-shit blue, that was amazing” I grinned from underneath her. “I didn’t go too far with you right? You would have told me if you didn’t want this or you wanted to stop right?” Piper laughed at my concern.

“Yeah blue I wanted to don’t worry about it, are you okay though? I don’t think I have ever seen you that angry.”

“I would prefer not to talk about it right now, I’m still pretty irritated” Piper only nodded. “I’m sure they’ll leave us alone for a little so we could just go to bed?”

“I would love that Piper”

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Once every few years or so, Vlad made a habit to visit the towns of some of his business partners across the globe. He considered this a welcome vacation from his usual-- being a mayor, especially of the town where his one true love resided wed to that big bumbling idiot-- was emotionally taxing at times.  “Hm... now where is the next stop--” Vlad removed a list from his pocket, “--ah, yes, the Northwest family. How could I forget?” He shifted into his ghost form and was in the town within an hour. 

Once he’d landed, Vlad changed back into his human form. The man had some time yet before his scheduled publicity stunt/business meeting with Preston Northwest, so he figured he’d see what was going on in this backwoods town nowadays. 

He looked around idly and realized he’d landed himself in front of some... knick-knack mystery house? Strange-- the last time he had even been to this cabin, it was the home of a scientist. Oh how the times had changed. 

Vlad glanced at his watch. Well, he had time to kill anyway. He stepped up to the porch of this shack and knocked. At least this would be something to relieve himself of the boredom he’d undoubtedly have by taking a walk or something. 

History

March 5, 1770 - The Boston Massacre occurred as a group of rowdy Americans harassed British soldiers who then opened fire, killing five and injuring six. The first man killed was Crispus Attucks, an African American. British Captain Thomas Preston and eight of his men were arrested and charged with murder. Their trial took place in October, with colonial lawyer John Adams defending the British. Captain Preston and six of his men were acquitted. Two others were found guilty of manslaughter, branded, then released.

March 5, 1868 - The U.S. Senate convened as a court to hear charges against President Andrew Johnson during impeachment proceedings. The House of Representatives had already voted to impeach the President. The vote followed bitter opposition by the Radical Republicans in Congress to Johnson's reconstruction policies in the South. However, the effort to remove him failed in the Senate by just one vote and he remained in office.

March 5, 1933 - Amid a steadily worsening economic situation, newly elected President Franklin D. Roosevelt proclaimed a four-day "Bank Holiday" to stop panic withdrawals by the public and the possible collapse of the American banking system.

March 5, 1946 - The "Iron Curtain" speech was delivered by Winston Churchill at Westminster College in Fulton, Missouri. Churchill used the term to describe the boundary in Europe between free countries of the West and nations of Eastern Europe under Soviet Russia's control.

The Contested Commonwealth: ‘Freedom is the man that will turn the world upside down,’

Radical Challenge to the New Regime

Cromwell Suppressing the Mutiny. Source: Alamy Stock Photos

THE KING was dead, but so then was political legitimacy. In some respects, the execution of Charles I and the abolition of the monarchy was a product of Parliamentary frustration and Charles’ own obduracy. There had been no plan or programme on the part of Parliament to suppress royal rule: the motivation of the House of Commons had been to restrict the power of the King, not to destroy it. Charles was not a tyrant but he was unnecessarily inflexible in his determination to implement the Book of Common Prayer and anachronistic in his adherence to absolutism. Unable to understand, let alone control, the nascent democratic forces facing him, the King by his own actions, drove his opponents to the ultimate action of “cruel necessity”.

But if the killing of Charles was unplanned and a result of the logic of renewed war, this did not make the business of replacing the centuries-old English monarchy any more straightforward for the Rump Parliament or the New Model Army. The Rump had declared the establishment of a “Commonwealth” to replace the monarchy as early as 4th January 1649 although in truth, this was chiefly the means by which Parliament could claim an authority by which to execute the King. However the effective destruction of the monarchical regime thereafter was swift: first all pro-Engagement MPs were excluded by statute from the Commons on 1st February, and then on 7th February, the ‘useless and dangerous’ House of Lords was abolished. On 17th-19th March the office of King (and therefore the automatic succession of Prince Charles) was disbanded and then the English monarchy was declared to be no more. With the removal of the Lords and of all pre-existing offices of state, England no longer possessed a government in traditional terms, so a Council of State was formed, with John Bradshaw at its head, and sub-committees formed to administer the armed forces, foreign affairs and Ireland.

Meanwhile Prince Charles and what remained of the Royalist court had gathered in the Dutch town of Breda. The news of his father’s execution understandably caused the prince much personal distress, but also posed a constitutional difficulty for him: if the Commonwealth had indeed abolished the monarchy what status did Charles now have? Luckily for the royal exile, there were parts of his father’s realms that did not accept the regicide. In Scotland, the Parliament in Edinburgh crowned the prince as King Charles II in absentia on 5th February 1649, but made their loyalty contingent on the new king signing the Solemn League and Covenant. In Ireland, James Butler, Earl of Ormrond, still officially Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, maintained his truce with the rebel Catholic Confederates and declared for Charles. This gave the prince two options - either to embrace Ormrond and his Faustian pact with the Irish rebels as his springboard to attempt to claim his throne, or to accept the offer of Scottish support despite this meaning the end of Anglicanism if an assault on the English Commonwealth was successful. Prince Rupert urged linking up with Ormrond despite the price being the extension of religious toleration to Catholics, given that Ormrond’s Irish army was 2,000 strong. However Cromwell’s invasion of Ireland to suppress the rebellion soon put paid to the notion of an Irish alliance to propel Royalism back into contention. The crowned heads of Europe, appalled as they may have been by the execution of the English King, offered no more than warm words to the prince: after all the Thirty Years War had only just concluded. Therefore like his father, Charles was forced to look to Scotland for support, despite the court in exile’s aversion to Presbyterianism.

Royalism in England however was undeniably dead: Preston and the execution of the monarch both demoralised and frightened what remained of the King’s party. With the fall of Pontefract Castle, the last Royalist hold out was gone. In the country at large there was no love for the Rump and little support for the abolition of the monarchy, but the overriding wish of the common people was for peace and stability, and the opportunity to repair the shattered English economy. If the Council of State could bring that about, then most would be willing to at least accept the new regime. Opposition to the Commonwealth came not, therefore, from a revanchist Royalism, but from the Radicals within the former Parliamentary coalition itself. The Levellers remained strong within the New Model Army and were deeply suspicious of the Council of State which, as far as they were concerned, had failed to deliver the Agreement of the People and had simply created a new non-democratic Parliamentary settlement without even the counter-balances of the authority of the Lords and the King. On 26th February John Lilburne put together a further polemic called England’s New Chains Discovered that demanded the abolition of the Rump Parliament and called for new elections based on universal male suffrage. Lilburne’s tract found a ready audience in the Army, who remained disgruntled at the continued absence of wartime pay arrears and at the prospect of having to fight again, this time in Ireland. Lilburne was arrested but made a passionate defence of his principles to a sitting of the Council of State. Cromwell, fearing another Leveller-incited mutiny, saw the danger of “Honest John’s” oratory and urged Bradshaw to ‘break’ Lilburne and his followers ‘or they will break you’.

Leveller discontent swelled as the Council of State began to crack down on their leaders, and Cromwell was asked to lead a 12,000 strong force to Ireland to defeat the Confederates (Fairfax turned the commission down). He proposed selecting regiments by lot and this process provided the pretext for a second Leveller-led mutiny in the Army. On 17th April, two regiments rebelled and refused to serve in Ireland. Although the mutiny was driven primarily by grievances about pay, there was also a stated reluctance to fight the Irish who were seeking their own freedom - an astounding position of political solidarity in extremely sectarian religious times. Cromwell and Fairfax both addressed personally the mutinous troops and succeeded in turning them around, recalling their battles together of old. The following month however, rebellions recurred, possibly provoked by the putting of John Lilburne on trial (he was later acquitted) and efforts were made by mutinous junior officers to consolidate the discontented regiments into a single rebel army based around Bristol.This was Cromwell’s worst nightmare - a return of civil war to England, but this time fought between former comrades of the New Model Army itself.

Cromwell and Fairfax again worked together to defuse the situation. At the head of 4,000 loyal troops the two Grandees marched on Bristol but let it be known they would support the mutineers’ demands to see the end of the Rump Parliament and, crucially, would make good the pay arrears. The commitment to the radical cause therefore began to waver and after a brief night-time skirmish on 13th May between die-hard Levellers and Fairfax’s troops, the rebellion collapsed. The action represented the last military involvement of Fairfax, an increasingly war-weary commander-in-chief. Perhaps this fight against his own soldiers convinced the the general that the time had come to step aside. His last service to the Army he loved was to deliver on his promise to pay the soldiers their arrears in pay. Three Leveller ringleaders were brought to court martial and executed but the majority of the mutineers were pardoned. With the end of the mutiny, significant Leveller influence within the Army dissipated and the group never regained significant political stature.

Further opposition to the Commonwealth was to be found from two utopian groups, the Diggers and the Fifth Monarchists. The Diggers, a millenarian communist group, led by a visionary pamphleteer name George Winstanley, preached common ownership of land and the group established a series of “colonies” at St George’s Hill, Windsor and Cobham, effectively occupying a number of free holdings without their owners’ consent. These colonies were run as agrarian communes, with land and produce held in common, decisions made by democratically elected leaders and a welcome extended to the dispossessed and fugitives from justice. The Diggers were also pacifists and believed in sexual equality. It became easy therefore for local landowners to portray the groups as lawless heretics and sexual deviants and in time the Rump authorised militias to put the Digger collectives down, drive them from the land they had appropriated and cast their agrarian social experiment into oblivion.

The Fifth Monarchists were very different to the Diggers whose religious principles were comparatively lightly worn. The “Fifth Monarchy Men” as they became known, believed that the end of days was at hand, signalled by the execution of the King, and that a fifth realm of latter-day saints was prophesied to take over the world (after the previous monarchies of the Assyrians, the Persians, the Macedonians and the Romans). The Fifth Monarchists believed themselves to be the vanguard of this divinely ordained new order. This belief made them implacable opponents of the Commonwealth, which they viewed as worldly and corrupt and, with the demise of the Levellers, the group developed a strong presence in the Army from whence they became a thorn in Oliver Cromwell’s side.

As for Cromwell himself, with the suppression of the mutinies and the grant of the command to re -conquer Ireland, he now became the pre-eminent political and military leader in the country, eclipsing in influence both the official heads of government and army, Bradshaw and Fairfax. The forthcoming Irish campaign was to cement both Cromwell’s power and his notoriety.

The wedding went about as expected, the 23-year-old watched the reception and left after mingling for an hour with the rich and higher class, even some famous individuals showed up, like musicians, book writers, even some battlefield hero who Preston idolized in secret. However, the man didn’t seem to have been fulfilled as a result of the happenings from the previous day. The loss of Snow was fresh on his mind, and he wondered to himself who that hunter was, why they were hunting within those woods when the entire town of Lakeshire knew of his wolves.  As he returned home that evening, the man switches on the lights to the estate and undoes the buttons of his suit. Upon removing his jacket, he sets it upon the back of a chair and approaches the empty fireplace to kneel and set the wood alight with two matches.  When he heard the knock on the front door, the man instantly stood up and looked towards it, finding the silhouette of the heavy man behind it. He already knew it was the mayor, and so he approaches to open the door for him, welcoming the man with a smile.  “Mayor.” Preston greeted with a half-hearted attempt at joviality. The heavy man marched in and Preston closes the door behind him.  “Take a seat,” the man said as he himself settled in one of the chairs. “How was the wedding?”  “About as expected.” Obeying the man, Preston takes a seat opposite the man and interlocks his hands pensively. “Is there something you needed exactly?”  The mayor sighs and rubs his face in his palm. “I think you know what this is about, Preston. Why would I come visit you so late in the eve?”  He felt his heartrate increase and the man froze, staring blinkless into the mayor’s. “My wolves.” It was more of a statement than it was a question, the man always had the wolves on his mind, and he was sure the mayor thought about them as much as he had. “It is.” The man, for the first time, would take out a cigarette from his pocket and places it between his teeth. Then without thinking about it, the mayor lights his cigarette in Preston’s house. The man opposite him was confused but expected the worse news as a result of this, and so he waited patiently. “We’ve had to dispatch another. There has been another mauling.”  Already, the anger within Preston sprouted. He expected this news but hearing it was a whole different story. “Which one.” As much as he tried to calm himself, the reality that Preston was forced to endure then was too much to bear. He hoped it wasn’t Kuva or Koda that was killed. “The grey and brown one. It was during the wedding that the body of a woman was found and the grey one was running off. My hunters shot it dead-- he didn’t feel a thing.” The final reassurance was meant to calm Preston down, but it did quite the opposite. “I hate having to do this, my lord. You think I take pleasure in this? My people are dying to these beasts, Preston. The last thing I want is to kill your wolves, but you know the people will continue stirring until action is done. I’m in a tough position, you know. And by keeping these wolves here, they, along with my people, are in jeopardy. As is your very reputation.” The man pauses to inhale his cigarette, only stopping to breathe an exhale. “We’ll deposit the body tomorrow so you could properly grieve, but I want you to know that this will not end unless you relocate them.” The hefty man stands up from the table, taking his cigarette with him.  “Do you think I give a damn about my reputation?!” For the first time in a while, Preston lashed out in anger. He could no longer settle the rage within, which he has not felt it since he was a teenager. He shoves out of his chair, physically confronting the heavy man before he could leave. “Your bastard lot are killing my wolves for fun, damn you! They don’t do anything besides hunt and fend for themselves! How in the fuck can you suspect they did anything? Or are you simply going off of hearsay? Of what these fuckwit hunters have to say?!” The man pauses, taking a calming breath. “Tell them to keep off my lands and no one will get hurt.” The mayor huffs. “They care not for your land borders, my lord. They travel wherever they please. Mind the language, would you?”  “Your hunter was on my land at the time I found his body. Where did today’s event happen?”  “She was found outside of Lakeshire, only a few paces north.” This revelation quieted Preston, for the anger and stress from this newfound loss was hard on him. “I understand the anger, my lord. However, you need to better the attitude and put those feelings aside. If you act out in rage, then you will only get regretful results. Hasn’t your father ever taught you that?” The mayor scoffs, pausing briefly. “Think about it, will you? If they mean so much to you, you would do everything you can to protect them.” Then the man turns and hobbles for the exit.  All Preston could think of were the faces of his companions, now with traces of blood on their fur. Lifeless silver eyes staring back into his. The mournful howls of the remaining wolves. Then the anger that blistered and boiled to the surface, the fluctuation of shadow magic within stirred, and the light of the fireplace went out. 

'Bout FO4 again. No screenshots.

Last few in-game days were SHIT. I'm playing with Advanced Needs 76 mod and it was raining. When it wasn't raining it was dusty as fuck. And it all ended with a great big radstorm. So, no removing the gasmask except very, very, very briefly to eat and/or drink. For several days. Even sleeping in it.

Because with AN76 trying to go maskless in even slightly bad weather can be very deadly. Thought I'd forget what my character even looks like!

Out of stimpacks, out of food (well... At least I got to start on Jonathan's descent to cannibalism by having him eat some raw (animal for now) meat), pretty much out of ammo.

Plenty of ferals, raiders and muties, both ones I had to deal with for quests and random ones.

Honestly, a wonder I only died about ten times.

But! But, I've managed to get back to Sanctuary! And those, by the looks of it, were the last quests Preston hangs onto me without asking, seeing how he didn't immediately told me of some other settlement in need of my help. And Vault Tec Rep got to the Sanctuary safely! And I've built him a house of his own (pre-fab. Too low on mats to do anything fancy) AND finished the bar/market building, so he now works at the bar stand on the second floor.

I, of course, still need to gather caps for the first floor's market stands, and glass for more illumination, and wood for more proper houses (I'm NOT cutting down all the dead trees in the settlement for the resource. It'll look like shit if I do).

So, some good things happened after all the rain, and radiation, and "am I in FO4? Feels like Dark Soul in here!".

There's so much muck in the rivers and the lakes that they have to remove it in order to do something but they say it's cover it in China and these people did not catch on and they're catching on now and the two idiots are going to be in there together arguing about stuff and it's going to be awful but awful for them starting real soon like last night they were four lakes in Florida they're empties you should have about 30 ft across 10 ft deep in muck. What had one side one had the other you know they're almost finished they killed each other off and we pulled them out of the lake nope other people came in pulled them out and started fighting and that's how it's going

Thor Freya

Finally relief that was nasty as hell you think they'd figure out they have to take the mark out Jesus Christ this is hell

Mac

You're so stupid it's hard to work and charge to manipulate them you almost have to hand out like a specific pattern or they can't follow it and I noticed him saying it I see him trying to do it then it goes oh you forgot like how to use a shovel and stuff like that then he was happy as hell the Chinese are digging it out good for you he knows what to do about it it's just not good but holy s*** you people are stupid you're stupid as hell

Big joe

Fully all start going off on our friend here for being smart enough to figure this stuff out should realized a lot of people knew about it it had to go through it the whole time listening this piece of s*** and John Cena threatening us harass us the jewels and for nothing. And yeah I've been to a living hell it's a nightmare there's nothing grosser than being in the museum and coming out I mean this guy is a huge dead man and he's holding this in his house we went out of this stupid s*** I swear I could kill that son of a b**** anytime I see him it's going to come down to Jason and Jason's going to get rid of him

Preston

I do thank you for the help there it's incredibly hard but he was saying is just get the hell out of here why the f*** do you have to stay here it's stupid he's the one getting rid of you so I left and I put a dress on the bed saying I don't need this anymore and you guys haven't figured it out and Justin hasn't seen so on and Mike he's just eating away at you that's what he wants

Jason

We're going to get out of here I laid out a plan I'm going to use it it's terrible this little kid John Cena is a big huge fart boy is he nasty and stupid I got to get him too, and apparently the higher-ups are fighting over the AI and it's my area and you can see it in the wrestling ring this is going to be hell for them treatment they gave everybody else

Mike tew