arcade stannon

fallout sideblog. i follow back from main blog: fat-rosie.tumblr.com

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A list of Rory and Arcade fics:

Running in Blind

Arcade Gannon meets the woman who would soon become his best friend, a loudmouth, impulsive lesbian named Rory Wood, when she stumbles into the Old Mormon Fort with a debilitating leg wound. 

Soon, they cannot imagine traveling the wastes without one another, sharing a traveler's journal to keep track of all they discover together--but Rory's chaotic nature gets them trapped in the Legion fortress, with no way out until she does Caesar’s bidding with regards to the Platinum Chip.

Soon, the two are separated, and must adjust to life in captivity while they figure how to find each other again. Rory meets a young slave woman with whom she quickly bonds, despite neither of them speaking the same language, and Arcade is faced with a momentous task that will determine whether they are set free.

Whether or not they’ll escape the Fort, however, is only the beginning of their troubles.

This story explores the emotional depth of a queer, platonic friendship, delves into Arcade's past being raised by a single, Jewish mother, and reminds us that fate will always put us where we need to be, with the people we need to be there with--even when it gets scary.

The Interlopers

Arcade Gannon and Rory Wood follow a mysterious radio signal to the broadcasting station in Night Vale. Dehydrated and desperate for water and shade, they soon encounter a much more dangerous entity to contend with than the brutal, Mojave heat. Is radio host Cecil Palmer a friend or foe to the dynamic duo? What IS Night Vale? And OH MY GOD, DOES THAT DUDE HAVE AN EXTRA EYE? 

Odds in Your Favor

A sequel to Running in Blind, this story picks up where the previous one ended, in the small town of Novac, Nevada. Still being updated, and will avoid spoilers for anyone stumbling on this post. :) 

Don’t They Know it’s the End of the World?

Rural physician Arcade Gannon is having a difficult day at work. When a blinding flash lights up the hospital shortly before it is plunged into darkness, he denies the worst has happened...until he can’t. (WIP)

Short Fics (largely ask responses):

Arcade and Rory vandalize an Enclave base

Arcade is stung by a cazador

Arcade has a nightmare [BIG Running in Blind spoilers]

Prompt: “Tears”

Ko-Fi link if u wanna keep me in Red Bull and art supplies 💕

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yo! i’m coming up about $200 short for rent because i had to miss a couple days of work. I do these cute wee cartoon doodles in full color. if you want one, or a tarot reading, hmu! it’s pay what you can.

vmo: rosiedarling94

pp: rosiedarling94

ca: roselostherphone

or fb pay!

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two more, to give you a bigger idea!

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yo! i’m coming up about $200 short for rent because i had to miss a couple days of work. I do these cute wee cartoon doodles in full color. if you want one, or a tarot reading, hmu! it’s pay what you can.

vmo: rosiedarling94

pp: rosiedarling94

ca: roselostherphone

or fb pay!

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my god i’ve had this account for so long that all the minors that used to follow me for FNV content are probably adults now lmfao

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hi

posting this from my smaller fallout account cause idk it’s more intimate info

i had to break up with a man i am still very much in love with, and i keep being okay with it for about a day at a time. but as ABBA once said, “If it wasn’t for the nights, I think that I could take it”.

we weren’t right for each other. gah. the damn anxious/avoidant dance. you know?

he’s self aware. he didn’t blame me. he knew his impulses to totally withdraw and shut me out were ultimately what killed our relationship. he apologized for basically backing me into a corner and making me end it by way of a five-day ghosting. of course, as soon as we spoke again, I asked to call him and, well. four hours later, that was that.

i wish i’d been mentally healthier, though. maybe it wouldn’t have affected me as much; maybe if we’d both taken that attachment quiz before we broke up we could have stayed together. known how to navigate each other better.

we still love each other. he even admitted that. it was hard for him, i know, to say it, let alone at such a painful juncture. goddamn, it was hard for me.

i went on some dates, two were awful, one was wonderful, then me and that guy had a second one and then he broke it off.

i couldn’t even bring myself to care. 

because he didn’t kiss like A, he didn’t draw me closer by the waist, he thought it was weird that i kissed the tip of his nose. 

but then A came back! we got back on talking terms. we actually got along really well. breezy. light. we saw each other. we slept together. we spent three days together. we KNEW it meant we weren’t back together. friends with benefits is honestly okay by me, because it sure would benefit me to learn that not everyone i cross paths with is meant to be my spouse one day. i’d like to learn to appreciate a connection for its own sake instead of what it could be. i really would.

...

and then! of course, back to the anxious/avoidant dance. too much for him. barely heard from him since. i mean, I have, but we aren’t talking much. i’m sure he’s sleeping with someone else. which is fine. he’s allowed.

i just hope that i don’t lose his friendship as a result. that hurts my heart to even consider.

he said i was the only woman he ever dated he liked enough to call his girlfriend, the only person who even chipped a little bit away at that full suit of armor besides his brother, his closest friend outside of family.

and i do believe all of that. we connected in a very, very special way. i know everybody says that. but this wasn’t your everyday entanglement.

we fought for it, despite our differences. my god, did we. he wanted so badly to make me happy, he wanted so badly to be what i needed...he did everything he was mentally capable of doing. i did what i could to keep the communication wide open, but he just couldn’t speak up before he was checked out.

it’s funny. we connected in a strange way. we were both on Tinder waaaaay too soon after we’d experienced the deaths of our respective parents--my mother in December 2020; his father three weeks later in January 2021--we met in June 2021. bonded so fast in our grief. because nobody our age gets it. nobody. we were so alone. but we had each other.

and we loved each other.

and we wanted it to be enough, and it just wasn’t.

that’s the most painful lesson of all. that love isn’t always enough.

and frankly, i’m sure i’ll let him wander in and out of my life as he pleases forever. not just because i don’t want to let go of the connection we have, but because he deserves someone who gets him. we all need that. and people who get A are hard to come by, let me just say.

in the meantime, i’ll have to work on myself.

in the meantime, i will oscillate every day between “i’m so glad he’s my friend” to “my god, just come back already! we can try again!” until the whiplash stops.

and it will.

it always does.

we’ll find our rhythm and the capacity we’re supposed to be in one another’s lives, in the end.

[rosie-talks-a-lot]

ok three things

1) my hair looks like this now

2) my boyfriend (leg and arm pictured) built me a gaming PC for christmas

3) add me on Steam; my name is RosiePalmer and my display pic is a weighted companion cube

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hey did any of you uhhhh miss me

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Happy Halloween, folks!

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y’all, i’m a lot more active on twitter!

main: twitter.com/rosiepalmervox

priv: twitter.com/arcade_i_gannon

NSFW: twitter.com/rosiebutNSFW (BLEASE only request this one if you’re following one of my other two accounts AND YOU ARE OVER 18 AND SAY SO IN YOUR BIO!)

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How Scones Saved My Relationship: A Long, Strange Saga

I started dating this guy back in early June. we have a strange amount in common. very strange. down to things like, my mom died right around when his dad died, he grew up in the house about a block away from where I currently live, both our dads were closeted gay men…just a lot of strange, strange coincidences; some funny, some tragic. as a result of this, we bonded kind of quickly.

fast forward to a couple of weeks ago, and he started acting strangely. taking like, entire 24 hours to answer texts; being a little short and distant. i finally called him on it and he said he felt my feelings for him were stronger than his for me, that we were moving too fast, and he was upset about it—not so much with me as with himself.

i was sad, but not shattered, and we continued talking for a couple of days through this problem. i conceded that i was so obsessed with showing the world that i was capable of having a “normal relationship” that i was kind of taking advantage of his non-confrontational nature to steer the ship. he conceded that he was intimidated by deep emotional connection, having never experienced it before, and didn’t know what to do with it. we decided to simply wipe the slate clean and move forward knowing what we know now.

over the course of the next couple of weeks, we started talking more regularly. the conversation seemed to flow easier. a weight had clearly been lifted. and his birthday was approaching, and i’d already made some plans for it, so i decided to just do ‘em anyway, even if they might come on a little strong. fuck it. life is short.

i was working myself up for days about it. how it’d be received, whether i was making a mistake, wanting everything to be perfect for him, because a month earlier, he’d truly made my birthday perfect, and…

we had a perfect day, y’all. but it almost fell apart, because of some fucking scones. scones!

okay. so i wanted to get him scones for his birthday, among some other things. why scones? because he misses the clotted cream that goes WITH the scones you have in england. what’s clotted cream? well, i don’t know, but i found the last case of it in Arkansas and got it for him. so i just needed scones.

so through my dear friend, i placed an order for six blueberry scones from a local bakery that i will not name, because i hate them now. (this is foreshadowing.) my friend is a manager at that bakery, so i placed the order via her to get her discount.

they say the scones will be ready for pickup anytime sunday.

i turn up at about 2, and…there are no scones. my friend calls me and cautiously explains there are no scones. i panic. i get apoplectic. i try to conceal my panic but what am i going to do, give the man clotted cream and no scones? that’s like what hannibal lecter would give you for your birthday. a jar of milk fat.

my friend then swoops in and saves the day. she says, “how much time do you have?” “less than three hours”. “okay. well it was my staff who fucked up so i am making these fucking scones. give me 45 minutes.”

they were spectacular, y’all. he commented on them still being warm and i just started laughing and explained the mishap. he was touched at the amount of effort i went through, and that kimberly was so kind as to make emergency scones for a perfect stranger with no notice.

then he opened the rest of his presents and was…just the happiest i’ve ever seen him. i wish i’d recorded him. i got him: some cider you can only get in Wisconsin that i’d brought home for him when we first started dating (i know a guy, my aunt renee). a fall-scented candle, because he loves the fall. a box of english tea i grabbed at the last second, because i thought it would be good with the scones. an extremely silly pack of trading cards for some horrible sci-fi show from the 90s that only he liked. THAT one got him; he looked like a little kid! i’ve never seen him smile so big in his life.

i also gave him this very silly greeting card (i’ll attach a picture; it’s impossible to explain). he said it was the best birthday card he’d ever received in his life. and he STILL didn’t figure out the big surprise, which was that we were going to a local theater for a private screening of The Thing. Well, he knew we were going, but not what we were seeing. i nearly boiled over with excitement when he asked me if i’d ever seen it and went “oh yeah we gotta watch it sometime!”, not knowing we were about to go see it. 😂

when we got home, we watched some silly television, and had a looooong talk about what happened (he started it; i’d have been content to let it go until after his birthday). i’ll attach a summary of the talk in screenshots—we were both a bit tipsy so it wasn’t so eloquent as it seems, but hey, gotta edit for intelligibility. afterwards, we drank champagne and ate tiramisu in bed until we laughed ourselves to sleep. (the tiramisu, he’d picked up as an apology to me earlier in the week, but was too embarrassed to say so at first. i thought it was strange he’d picked up MY favorite dessert for HIS birthday. 😉 )

if you made it this far i absolutely love you and thank you for letting me be heard. 💕

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went through a breakup (sort of—long story) and i think i’ll be okay after all 🥲

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I have a brand new ✨ Night Vale tarot deck ✨ and a need for money to help with rent/bills.

Want your cards read? of course, including pictures from this extremely cool deck? message me! i’m doing it on a pay-what-you-can basis.

venmo: rosiedarling94

cashapp: $roselostherphone

message for paypal :)

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btw not that i should need to explain myself but the deck was a gift for my 27th birthday!

[arcade-stannon]

I have a brand new ✨ Night Vale tarot deck ✨ and a need for money to help with rent/bills.

Want your cards read? of course, including pictures from this extremely cool deck? message me! i’m doing it on a pay-what-you-can basis.

venmo: rosiedarling94

cashapp: $roselostherphone

message for paypal :)

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Random life update!

so my birthday was Sunday, and on friday, my boyfriend made me think he forgot to plan anything for it. i tried to be cool about it but god, i was sad.

i’m not a birthday princess or anything, but i had a partner that was extraordinarily neglectful about birthdays, so it kinda ate at me a little. ESPECIALLY since this was my first birthday without my mother (she died in december.) still, i said i understood, that COVID was definitely making things difficult these days and that i was sure we could still have fun.

and on the day of, my foot went squarely down my throat, because oh my god 🥺

a few things:

my mom always used to send me flowers on my birthday. he remembered this, which was so lovely on its own. he also didn’t really know how to arrange the flowers himself, so he got HIS mother to help him.

it’s hard to explain in the short form, but if you know me well, then you realize why this trip was an absolutely perfect choice for me. oh, to be clear: it was a night in a Titan II missile silo that’d been converted for lodging. it’s been on my bucket list for years, but i only mentioned it to him in passing! not even in that context. just “did you know there’s a missile silo in vilonia that’s been converted into an AirBNB? weird, right?”

turns out he had had the whole thing planned for over a month. we’ve been dating for three.

i’m cryin’ in the bathtub right now lol god. it was the best birthday I’ve ever had.

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should catholics participate in suck her dick sunday

of course! No better way to observe the lord's day

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iirc there’s an apocryphal book of the Bible that says to do this

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i have a variety of things to talk about here so stay with me. cw for unintentional weight loss but that’s not the whole post!

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[this is the unintentional weight loss part]

i mentioned idly to a thin friend that i’d unintentionally lost about 20 lbs just because i don’t eat takeout all the time anymore and she said “oh, yeah, i guess you do look a LITTLE smaller” and im like ma’am who asked! who! asked! you! god! first of all i didn’t ask! second of all even if i did ask that would be so passive aggressive!

[this is the end of the unintentional weight loss part]

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also, i’ve been seeing a guy for a few weeks and last night we went out and he brought a bag of treats for my cats. i think i might marry him.

kidding. probably.

funnily enough i’m the MoH in the same thin friend’s wedding and one thing she’s brought up a lot is how she knew she was gonna marry her now-fiancé on their first date when he showed up in the rain with two coffees. i wonder if that’s really possible. part of me is like, well, you had a 50/50 shot there. you’ll either marry him or you won’t. what do y’all think? is love at first sight real, or is it just infatuation?

i do feel differently about this guy than others because i don’t feel fear or pressure, which is what is really making him stand out to me. i’ve been in situations where the sexual validation and lovebombing is so strong that i confuse it for love, but this isn’t that.

this is a long confusing post thank you for reading it here’s a picture of my fat cat

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i definitely didn’t mean to post this on my fallout account but hello friends

[arcade-stannon]

i have a variety of things to talk about here so stay with me. cw for unintentional weight loss but that’s not the whole post!

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[this is the unintentional weight loss part]

i mentioned idly to a thin friend that i’d unintentionally lost about 20 lbs just because i don’t eat takeout all the time anymore and she said “oh, yeah, i guess you do look a LITTLE smaller” and im like ma’am who asked! who! asked! you! god! first of all i didn’t ask! second of all even if i did ask that would be so passive aggressive!

[this is the end of the unintentional weight loss part]

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also, i’ve been seeing a guy for a few weeks and last night we went out and he brought a bag of treats for my cats. i think i might marry him.

kidding. probably.

funnily enough i’m the MoH in the same thin friend’s wedding and one thing she’s brought up a lot is how she knew she was gonna marry her now-fiancé on their first date when he showed up in the rain with two coffees. i wonder if that’s really possible. part of me is like, well, you had a 50/50 shot there. you’ll either marry him or you won’t. what do y’all think? is love at first sight real, or is it just infatuation?

i do feel differently about this guy than others because i don’t feel fear or pressure, which is what is really making him stand out to me. i’ve been in situations where the sexual validation and lovebombing is so strong that i confuse it for love, but this isn’t that.

this is a long confusing post thank you for reading it here’s a picture of my fat cat