C A Z A D O R E

independent fallout: new vegas based original character, loved by pixie. i don't want to be your girl, i want to be your gun. blow the jaw right off that handsome face a .44 magnum. i've been cruisin' round these parts, been looking for some fun. i was born way back in '58, don't belong to anyone.

[gvnsmitha]

I MOVED.

@gvnsmith.  @gvnsmith.  @gvnsmith. 

[gvnsmitha]

heads up. dropping all of my drafts, redoing icons and finally going dash only. 

[aviiatrix-archived]

If you are an active roleplay blog for Fallout, please reblog this! I would love to find people to interact with. 

[gvnsmitha]

                             ❛  it’s  a  shotgun,  ❜  words are blunt ——— like a lead pipe, but alex has never been the type to mince words. the shotgun in question is a thing of sordid beauty, with mother mary herself blasphemously close to the trigger. mother mary, full of grace, bless the poor asshole on the business end of this gun. it’s ornate, it’s beautiful and wholly opposite of the den of destruction they’re in. it doesn’t need to be beautiful though, not for this deathcraft this woman is involved in. an artisan of annihilation, alexandra soto watches this would be reaper. (  he  doesn’t  have  the  face  of  a  killer.  )   (  but  neither  do  i.  )  she shifts, brown eyes glance upward towards him before looking to a pistol on his left.      ❛  it’s  a  gun,  not  an  animal.  it’s  not  going  to  go  off  if  you  make  eye  contact.  ❜  //  @ainthero:  sc.

[gvnsmitha]

      there’s something about the nature of raiders that makes her sick, it isn’t their all for me and none for you mentality; for that is the wasteland in general. it’s not even the killing. it is, without a doubt, their legion like mentality. the depravity in which they drink deep that’s got an unnerving feel to the gunsmith. the asshole who’d gotten the jump on her had shot her in the leg, from there they were like a pack akin to dogs rather than mortal men. she lost track of time the way they dragged her out to this location. this warehouse long since abandoned, it’s leader adorned on what looked like a throne of thorns. it’s hard to tell what was armor and what was him, but the outline was similar.  ❛  hey,  let  me  fucking  go !  ❜  she cried out, while her leg was bum her arms moved and as she dislodged herself from the grip she fell to the floor, brown eyes glanced upward. her breath hitched, the face, while masked, was familiar. she knew those eyes; crazy and wild as they were.            ❛  ——— ABNER?  ❜  //  @remnantrecruit: sc.

[margotskarsgard]

[gvnsmitha]

                                               there had been one run of the oppenheimer out in the glowing sea, a warhead deprived from the brotherhood of steel because alexandra soto sacrificed her dreams for no man. the event itself had horrified her and while she still had the weapon, she’d given the warheads and their location to the brotherhood for their war. it’s the first time though she’s seen arthur maxson with a grin.  ❛  don’t  count  your  brahmin  yet,  elder.  ❜  it maybe a turning point, but that doesn’t mean much.  ❛  you  still  got  a  war  to  win,  and  just  because  that  thing  took  out  the  enclave  doesn’t  mean  it’s  gonna  take  out  the  institute.  ❜  //  @eldermaxscn: cont.

[gvnsmitha]

so according to the writers of the fallout movie, vault tec fired the first nuke which is pretty believable given how shitty the times were in that universe.

[gvnsmitha]

fallout 76 would’ve been amazing if it could’ve been set during the time of the responders, enclave, brotherhood and the raiders you read about retroactively.

[nonopicreates]

freeside

they’re not all saints, is all I’m saying.

[fellvaguely-deactivated20191009]

ship with me you cowards

[gvnsmitha]

alex: i hate modus, his face is so creepy. also alex: i like his voice tho.

[resours]

a   sentence   starter   inspired   by   the   book    “ THE PASSION ACCORDING TO G.H ”     written   by   brazilian   autor   clarice   lispector.  

we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate.

realization of our fated destiny depends on us.

my destiny is to search and my destiny is to return empty-handed.

the only destiny with which we are born is the destiny of ritual.

i am every hellish piece of myself.

life was taking its vengeance on me.

i am dying without knowing of what.

i don’t know what to do with what i lived.

i’m afraid of that profound disorder.

i don’t trust what happened to me.

oh, don’t pull your hand away from me.

we would have to put on ritual masks to love each other.

people tread upon things with too many human feet, with too many sentiments.

this is not eternity, it is condemnation.

i was merely a historical fact.

i shall need the courage to do what i’m about to do: speak.

living isn’t courage, knowing that you’re living, that’s courage.

i’ve always liked putting things in their places. i think it’s my only true calling.

i had reached nothingness.

my life had been as continuous as death.

how opulent this silence is. it is the accumulation of centuries.

humanity is drenched with humanization.

we shall be inhuman.

i asked myself if i wasn’t fleeing toward a god because i couldn’t bear my humanity.

every case of madness involves something coming back.

it’s not a story that leads the reader to philosophical thoughts.

the milky way doesn’t exist for us to know if its existence, but we know.

nostalgia is not for the god who is missing to us, it is a nostalgia for ourselves.

[screenshotsofdespair]

[gvnsmitha]

     alex’s relationship with the brotherhood is so murky. she hates them because of her dad, but she also doesn’t hate them because her dad was an isolated thing, and the relationship between the bos and gun runners is as america and nuclear power.

[lucybaird]

raven reyens in sanctum.

[gvnsmitha]

uh... so, here’s vulpes inculta doing shakespeare...?