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ultrastimpaks · 2 years

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Glimpse of Us

Maeve x Calum (The Last of us)

TW: Arguments, Mention of Death

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Note: Contructive criticism is always welcome, as well as your overall opinion on it!

"For some, being safe inside quarantine areas is the only way to survive the outbreak that has been going on for over 20 years now. But for Maeve, it feels like the breaking point for her and Calum."

“I didn’t ask you to save me, Calum!” her voice raised, hands making cut motions in the air for each other said like knives meant to hurt him, somehow. X’s eyes froze, as if seeing an explosion right in front of him, and the boom reverberating through every bone of his. “This” she vaguely gesticulates around “was not what I wanted. We were barely making it together, Calum! And you thought bringing me here on your white horse would suddenly make me feel what? Grateful? And we would work on whatever was killing us outside? In this quaratine hell?”

There is silence for a minute. A quiet hum fills it as they stare at each other. Anger meets hurt, but it’s not enough for Maeve. She looks into Calum’s eyes for clues, for any chance of an answer. This is nothing new, she knows. The feeling that comes in these arguments is almost of a Deja Vu, words rehearsed so many times it almost feels like a beautiful sad dance; each knows their place, fingers being pointed at precisely the right time for the other’s eyes.

“answer me, Cal” she pleas, eyes softening for a moment as she looks for a light inside of his green ones.

“I wouldn’t let you die outside” his voice quivers, but it is clear how much he is trying to keep it controlled “that’s out of the question. You can’t ask me to let you die, Mae. Doesn’t matter how much you hate this, or me.”

“I wasn’t going to die outsi-”

“Of course you fu-” he breathes “of course you would! I can be a lot of things to you, but I’m not an idiot.”

Silence again. Calum runs his hands over his hair, paces a bit before making his way towards the door. Always the one to keep words to himself, bottle feelings up and leave first. A gift, he considered, but to Maeve it felt like running away from problems.

“I won’t let you blame me for still loving you” He turns around, brows furrowed in an almost angry face. Almost. Calum was too hurtful to feel anything of the sort for Maeve. “I wanted to give you a shot in the future. Shit, I didn’t even consider us, you know? I’m not oblivious! I know we have no future. If you want this to end, just say so. But don’t push it to me anytime you can’t deal with things how they are now. If you loathe me so bad, you will have to end it.”

He turns around, knowing the next steps to the dance very well; no ending words or additions to the choreography. Just silence, as always. There are days when he wants it to be over, for her to make her move so the curtains can be drawn and the audience to clap sadly to their concert. Then, words would be thrown at them like bouquets to congratulate their hard work, the long nights rehearsing the same arguments meant to impact. And then they would both hold hands one last time to thank everyone for coming and staying for the show.

#ultrastimpaks writing #i was listening to glimpse of us on repeat for this. more context to who they are and where they are to come #but their story unravels at a different time than Ben's #if you don't know I have a tlou oc named Ben. But he is active during TLOU part II #this is more of a tlou part I thing #oc:maeve #oc:calum

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awful-roffle-archive · 3 years

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angst 18 for robin!!!!

Her boot pressed down against the man’s knuckles, just begging for him to try and pull himself back up onto the Prydwen. “Any other lies left to tell me?”

“You don’t have to do this, Knight! You’re better than this!” Maxson hisses at her.

“Hah, good one.” With that, she let go. And he fell. And fell, and fell.

#THIS IS SO SHORT?? but i feel like if i force it to be longer it'll feel less genuine #thank u though!! love me some oc writing yeehaw #ultrastimpaks

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phoebe-fucking-bridgers · 3 years

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Tag me

Rules: answer these 30 questions and then tag 20 people you'd like to get to know better.

Tagged by: @justawhitewall ty love!!

Name/nickname: mill, rebecca

Gender: nb

Star sign: libra

Height: like 5’6” - 5’7” I think

Time: just gone half seven

Birthday: October 11th

Favourite bands: led zeppelin, the mountain goats, joan jett & the blackhearts, the rolling stones, dorothy, the pretty reckless, crooked still, fleetwood mac, tears for fears

Favourite solo artists: lorde, phoebe bridgers, fiona apple, orville peck, nina simone, etta james, billie holiday, blondie

Song stuck in my head: andante, andante - abba

Last movie I watched: moulin rouge

Last show: the x files (hell yeah)

When did I create this blog: fuck knows maybe a couple of years ago? But I’ve been on here longer

What I post: video games, whatever shows I’m enjoying, writing stuff, basically anything that makes me laugh

Other blogs: I don’t have the energy for that kind of commitment in my life

Last thing I googled: ad noctum

Do I get asks: more than I answer lmao, usually for prompts and stuff I’m just bad at doing them sorry

Why I chose my url: it’s phoebe fucking bridgers babey, I liked the story behind her website name

Following: 54

Followers: 164

Average hours of sleep: anywhere between four and ten tbh

Lucky number: 6

Instruments: just guitar but it’d be nice to learn piano someday

What I am wearing: just pyjamas and a hoody . and a blanket (I’m getting nesh)

Dream trip: anywhere really, maybe back to iceland, or st petersburg, yellowstone, rome

Favourite food: ooh I prefer to cook but if I had to chose, pizza, veggie burgers, or a roast dinner, I eat olives out the jar so the bar really is on the floor

Nationality: bloody british

Last book I read: the princess bride

Top three fictional worlds I’d like to live in: most of the fictional worlds I like are pretty dark . . I honestly can’t think of one that’d be great, can I just say smth like stardew valley?

Favourite colour: blue

Tagging @moonshaunted @fantasmagoriam @campsearchlight @whaattheme @ultrastimpaks @shadowhrts @glutaminase @lady-tabris @imnotamosquito and idk whoever else wants to do it

#personal #thank you!! sorry I’m boring

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randomwordsandstormydays · 4 years

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Aesthetic Tag

Tagged by @its-sixxers

Tagging @valkyriejack @ultrastimpaks @kvltprince and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it, say I tagged you!

bold the aesthetic that applies to your muse. italicize what can sometimes apply to your muse.

I’m going to do one from each game I have an OC for. Under a read more because wow.

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LIVY “CROW” LARSON (Fallout 4)

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.

tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your knee socks on.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.

dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

RILEY SMITH (Fallout: New Vegas)

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

DEPUTY NOVA WILSON (Far Cry 5)

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

This was a ton of fun, thanks for the tag!

#oc: livy larson #oc: riley smith #oc: nova wilson #randomwordsandstormydays

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ultrastimpaks · 4 years

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Let it Burn

December, 2277

When Robert receives Charon’s contract, he doesn’t know what to do. He thinks Ahzrukhal isn’t serious, that the faded words on the equally faded paper mean nothing to the tall ghoul and he’s being kept as The Ninth Circle’s bouncer and Ahzrukhal’s bodyguard by payment. His thoughts can’t be processed for much longer, as Charon pulls a gun to his previous contract holder not even five minutes after the deal is settled.

The scene still plays in Robert’s mind when he closes his eyes.

It’s been a week since Charon joined Robert and Dogmeat in the Wasteland. At first, the lone wanderer didn’t mind having a ghoul watching his back the whole time. Charon was a good shot and a quick thinker, and that trait had saved them a couple of times by now. However, Robert couldn’t not notice how weird it felt to have that piece of contract. It weights on his bag; Charon does everything Robert asks him to, and at one point he wonders what is up with that.

Those two weeks are the weirdest to him. The whole trip to the Underworld, as well as his staying there has been a lot to digest. In hindsight, running an errand to Ahzrukhal that resulted in him receiving a work contract for someone who hadn’t been asked an opinion on the matter, seemed very wrong.

Robert and Charon are sitting on a table in the corner of the Ninth Circle, Dogmeat laying down next to Robert’s feet. They look disheveled and sport fresh wounds neither seemed to care about enough. It’s been a full day of scavenging in the museum next door - Robert didn’t think they would run into so many hostile Supermutants -, but not even that managed to get the boy’s mind out of the situation before him. A moody, 6’8” situation.

Robert holds the faded contract with sweaty hands. Nothing about it seems off, no matter how many times he analyses it; he holds it against the low light of the Ninth Circle, smells it, even sprinkles some water on the paper in the hopes something magical will happen. Nothing.

“So you’re telling me this…” he starts from his side of the table, not peeling his eyes off the yellow toned paper “means you’re ‘bout to work for me… forever?”

Charon hums from his side, eyes staring at Robert without blinking. It doesn’t seem right that a simple piece of paper would hold so much power over someone, and it doesn’t help the situation that Robert’s mind goes through all the comic book scenarios to explain the situation at hand.

“This- this feels weird , man” Robert releases the contract on top of the table, sliding down on his chair and running a hand over his buzz cut, clearly frustrated “I can’t have you with me like this. You don’t say no to a damn thing I do! Can you hold your own contract? Be your own man and shit?”

“No.”

“Well have you tried it?”

Silence.

“Ugh!” Bobby throws his head back “how did you end up in a situation like this?”

Silence.

“You know what? I’m hungry” Robert adjusts himself on the chair, frustration clearly rising. He eyes the options from his seat as best as he can from over the counter. “Do you wanna have somethin’, Charon?”

“Do you want me to have something?”

The question knocked the air out of Robert’s lungs. The boy looks over at him like Charon said the most absurd thing he could have come up with. That’s when Robert notices something is off . He shouldn’t have accepted Ahzrukhal’s contract in the first place.

“Uh- I don’t-”

“Then I don’t want to have anything if you don’t want me to.”

Robert sighs, turning his full attention to Charon “We can’t travel like this, okay? I’m not gonna have you follow me like it’s your duty and I’m your owner. That’s just fucked up” Bobby leans over the table, one hand reaching for a lighter he keeps on his pocket. He lights it, watching as the fire makes contact with the tip of the contract he’s now holding with his other hand. A weird, low whistle sound comes from the paper and a light blue flame starts engulfing it. Charon stares at the boy’s reaction but doesn’t show any kind of reaction himself.

“If we’re gonna travel together, then you gotta want it” Charon’s eyes lock with his own “I’m not like Ahzrukhal and whoever held your contract before. Whatever people did to you is wrong . I’m not taking part in that, and I’m sorry if I made you believe I would.”

They both watch as the flames eat the rest of the paper, and when they do Robert stands up, picks Bessie up from the side of the table and that makes Dogmeat promptly stand up too. The stress and tiredness of the day weights down on him, and he drags himself towards the door. Differently from all the other times, Charon doesn’t promptly stand up.

“Now you’re free, I guess. Not sure if that’s what you wanted, but I guess if it wasn’t you would’ve shot me like you did to that sick son of a bitch. See you around, big guy.”

Robert closes the door behind him, and the more steps he takes towards Underworld’s main entrance, the more relieved he feels. He managed to get out of a situation he didn’t initially comprehend, and maybe he never will. The more time passed, the less he bought Ahzrukhal’s speech about Charon not being a slave. If that contract wasn’t slavery, Robert didn’t know what it was.

As he finishes going down the staircase and reaches the statue that stood in the middle of the big hall, he hears a loud bang noise coming from Ninth’s Circle door. Turning around, he sees Charon coming towards him. He’s frozen in place, not sure what to expect from the ghoul. He’s more fearful his obvious tactic of burning down the contract didn’t work, than that Charon may shoot him right on the face.

“You did something for me no one else did. You have good intentions, kid” Charon said simply, no emotion in his voice. “I shall follow your lead”

#oc:bobby #not perfect not proofread not anything #ultrastimpaks writing #bobbys timeline

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ultrastimpaks · 3 years

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It’s sometime between late December, 2277 and early January, 2278 when Bobby stumbles upon Reilly at the Chop Shop.

He takes upon her request to save the rangers without a second thought. Charon doesn’t reason with the boy - although at some point he thinks to himself it’s a suicidal mission. If Reilly’s Rangers are cornered by a group of Super Mutants, what can a vault boy and a shotgun-carrying ghoul do?

Nevertheless, soon enough Bobby and Charon find themselves in Vernon Square, about to enter Our Lady of Hope Hospital. The whole journey is tiring and dangerous, and on top of that Bobby is limping more than half of the way up to the Statesman Hotel. He’s never been that hurt before, and he’s certain he’s going to die. Maybe. Every corner they turn there’s a Super Mutant, and it’s not like they can be quiet about their arrival. Shots fired inside closed space reverberate and it takes two kills for every creature to come at them.

It’s a great moment for Bobby to test his railway rifle though. It pierces through flesh easily, and it doesn’t take long for Charon and the teen to reach a silent agreement: Bobby cripples arms and legs and Charon finishes the job; it feels cruel at one point, but Bobby pushes the thought to the back of his mind as they get closer to the rooftop.

Maybe he regrets accepting Reilly’s request. They almost got lost in the subway tunnels, would have been attacked by ferals had he not been wearing that disgusting flesh mask Roy Phillips gave him, then Super Mutants beat their ass multiple times and he was sure his ankle was twisted and maybe his arm was broken (he would have to wait for the Stimpak to wear off to be sure, but it looked ugly and arms aren’t supposed to look like that).

Eventually they save Reilly’s Rangers as the quest indicates (Bobby had a spare fission battery in his bag for some reason, which made things much quicker), but that was the first time the Wasteland made it clear he wasn’t invincible.

#hmmm i needed to add this to his timeline its important #oc:bobby #bobbys timeline #ultrastimpaks writing

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ultrastimpaks · 3 years

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When Helena first mentions she’s heading into the Glowing Sea to escavenge, everyone freaks out: Cait spills her drink all over the table at the Third Rail, Avery stops his explanation of the Silver Shroud fever back in 2077 to MacCready abruptly, and even some tables around them go silent for a moment at the mention of the place.

It wasn’t like the mercenary group hadn’t gone into dangerous missions before; plenty, actually. As long as the caps were good, they were in.

But the Glowing Sea was new territory they didn’t even bother thinking about. They would spend too much with security items, hazard suits were hard to come by and so were Radaways and Rad-x. And all of that for what? They had no clue if they would find something salvageable to make their trip worth it.

The way Helena said it, however, hinted that wasn’t a group mission.

She repeats herself when the silence is too much, and even makes an attempt of a joke to lighten up the mood; it’s not like i’m gonna turn into a ghoul, she says. It doesn’t help with the mood, and suddenly she has two people trying to convince her otherwise.

You won’t turn into a ghoul, but have you considered all the creatures you may find?

Escavenging alone is tough. Escavenging alone in the Glowing Sea is suicidal mission.

Are you going feral, dumbass?

Avery keeps his eyes fixed on Helena though. He understands her point, but he doesn’t do much other than cross his arms over his chest and watch as she underexplains herself. They’ve been working together for only a couple of months, but he knows her enough to understand she’s not asking for permission.

Helena is going into the Glowing Sea. Alone.

#oc:helena #ultrastimpaks writing #i will NEVER be able to write this scene as i want so i want to throw this here so i can call it a day

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ultrastimpaks · 4 years

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Helena starts noticing MacCready's lies as soon as they come in.

It's not like she was totally sure at first, randomly asking the same questions to catch him in one of his lies - he dodged them all, always answering the same vague line about a wife and a sick son and his regret of ever being a gunner. Well, at least the latter she could get behind.

But Helena catches him red handed when they're in the MedTek building. How come he never received a letter from whoever was taking care of Duncan? He never wrote a letter himself, and they've been working together for over six months now. The Capital Wasteland wasn't so far up they couldn't receive news about the kid.

She asks him more detailed questions she never thought her brain could think of - from details of the child, to questions about his relationship with Lucy, to the million dollar question: what is Duncan's location? She tries to dump them all carefully, after all she doesn't want him to turn on her - not in this building full of Gunners and a gas leak.

It is only when MacCready puts his hands on the small vial that Helena shoots in a cold tone "Duncan isn't real, right? This whole story... it's all made up to get some caps. And you lied your way in here, didn't you?" and he looks almost apologetic. Almost.

"Was the name that gave it away?"

#HE BETRAYED ME #HELENA IS NOT THE SOLE SURVIVOR OKAY #oc:helena #i dont know how mac reacts to this and i certainly dont want them to part ways #helenas tone is cold and shes not like shes just.......whyd you lie man #my writing #ultrastimpaks writing

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