Hollywood Bountyman

[hollywoodbountyman]

ind. pri. sel. low-moderate activity Cooper Howard from Amazon's Fallout. Show wise, game slightly wise. Headcanon driven. Told by Lou 35+. Carrd

[hollywoodbountyman]

having hannibal and will graham thoughts again. I smell a sideblog waiting to happen.

[hollywoodbountyman]

y'all the DRAMA on discord tonight.

[lapis-memes]

Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!

[bellemcrte]

"oh, i'm sorry. i wasn't aware you were so invested. i'll make sure to not shoot people in the face to make your big, manly feelings more secure." she scoffs. she wouldn't be doing any of that. she's so tempted to shoot him right now on principal it wasn't even funny. lucky for him, she does have some self control.

he's still too close for her liking, glaring up at him for good measure, because she really didn't need him so wrapped up in her safety. she'd survived before him, and she'd keep surviving the moment he decided he didn't want to keep doing whatever the hell this was. she didn't need him to make it out there. he needed to remember that.

leave it to her to slip right back into teasing to cope with his outburst.

"i'm not trying to be anything. i'm trying to not be traded to slavers or catch the attention of the enclave." she mumbles, putting her hand on his chest to push. it never worked; he never budged without wanting to. "and, to be clear, howard, being the death of you would be boring. i'd have no one to talk to."

[hollywoodbountyman]

"Bless all that's holy, the lady doesn't want me dead." He remarked, but he wasn't backing down or away from her. She'd come too close to being in the crosshairs of his gun and the enemy, and for some reason, she didn't seem to think it was a fucking problem. He needed a drink, and if he'd still had hair, all the gray in it would be from her and her piss poor ability to not act first.

He reached for her without thinking, gloved hands settling on her upper arms to keep her still for a breath. "Songbird, I'm happy to finish whatever fuckin' gunfight you start, but for fuck's sake, don't keep put yourself in harm's way for anyone. especially me. we clear?"

He studied her closely. She had to understand how stupid it was to keep putting herself at risk like that, didn't she?

"And don't call me a salami stick. Ever again." He finally cracked, coughing through a laugh so she didn't get too much satisfaction. "I'm fuckin' jerky, if anything." He let go of her, running a gloved knuckle across her cheek. "And we shouldn't even be comparin' people to food unless you're goin' cannibal on me."

If he changes the subject, he'll stop looking at her like the moon rises for her. He's not trying to get shot next.

[hollywoodbountyman]

@shevaults - something simple from the ghoul.

Everyone needed something in the wasteland. A mark taken care of, a bounty completed, escort to and from places. He'd been gunslinging these parts for long enough to recognize when someone was approaching to ask him something. "I ain't exactly sure what you think I can do for ya." The ghoul says, looking up from where he'd been stitching the inseam of one of his gloves. It wasn't new to be sought out, but he's not sure he's a fan of the trend. "If y'got a bounty, I'll think about it, but I ain't exactly the travel companion type."

[neverhangd]

@hollywoodbountyman | ⚓️

The warning shot sails just over the ghoul’s right shoulder, less than a foot from his head.

Those chem-chugging fucks might not have taught Anne much in the scheme of things, but they did teach her one thing: theatrics go a long way in the Wasteland. If you act like a crazy fucking lunatic who’ll do anything to get what you want, most people would you let get whatever it is you’re after a lot easier.

She can only hope that ghouls are people, too. Otherwise she’s just wasted a bullet. Anne cocks the hammer of the gun again but doesn’t take her eyes off the ghoul who had his back to her.

“Sorry, ugly. That just so happens to be my property you’ve got there,” it isn’t, but it is what she’s come all this way to get, and in that way it is her property, “and I won’t be letting you get any further with it than that.”

[hollywoodbountyman]

He's rifling through a collection of shit to find a part for a profit. Chems don't come cheap, and the kind he keeps costs more than the average collection. He wasn't expecting to be shot about his digging, though. That, he can admit, had never happened before. Didn't piss him off any less, but she got props for doing the undone.

Coop straightened, turning on her. It would heal. The bullet went straight through. "You wanna wait your fuckin' turn? I would've given it to you, but seein' as to how y'put a hole in my favorite coat, I ain't inclined to give y'shit."

He's already drawn his gun, quick and efficient as he bags the piece. "S'mine, now. You can come try and take it off me, but it'll be a damn hard job t'do."

He's being petty, and he knows it, fingers flexing in his leather gloves. He'd found what he'd been searching for, too. Leave it to Cooper to always find trouble. "You can ask me nicely or tell me why y'need it. Don't give a shit, either way, but we've gotta start walking so I can finish my damn job."

He just didn't have time for a stand-off today. He'll lasso her if it makes her feel better. Guess they're travel buddies, now.

[bellemcrte]

She'd stayed over to finish his impossible list out of spite. He was, for lack of a better term, a diva when he wanted to be. It was likely he was just fucking with her; testing her to see if she'd stay, and boy, did it rub her the wrong way.

Who gave a shit that he was some big name movie star? She'd been hired by the studio, not Mister Howard, and she's damn grateful for that. It was no wonder he'd lost three assistance in two months. He treated his career like it was made of gold, and she'd assumed if she'd been labelled a commie, she'd probably do the same thing.

Didn't make him any less of a prick, though.

She wasn't paying attention when he'd come in. She was much too busy working on labelling all of his props, though he told her not to. "I already said no." @hollywoodbountyman said behind her, and she was lucky enough not to jump out of her skin when he'd startled her.

"Oh? Well, I, frankly, don't care if you wanted me to or not, Mister Howard. You've lost something everyday for the last three days. Match your props to the list so someone other than you can sleep at night. Alright?" She snaps back, glaring at the man in question.

meme, accepting!

[hollywoodbountyman]

She didn't annoy him, but he did find her distracting. It took months to get his career back on track and even longer to find an assistant who didn't quit within a day. He wasn't difficult, but he wasn't as blind to Hollywood as he used to be. Anyone could be an actor today and disgraced tomorrow. He liked things a certain way now, because he knew he could lose it all again.

Then, the studio gave him her. She couldn't even see over his shoulder, and she was already changing everything up. He trusted people about as much as he trusted Hollywood these days, and she just so happened to be the object of his ire. It wasn't anything she'd done, either. In fact, he found her extremely helpful. She just rubbed him wrong for being so happy to help and down right rude when she wanted to be.

"You're taking a label gun to every prop bag in my trailer. I don't lose anything on purpose." He defends, crossing his arms over his chest. "And who said you could just waltz right in wherever you damn well please, anyway? Isn't there a rule about privacy somewhere?"

It isn't your fault, Dena. He's a jaded old bastard.

[hollywoodbountyman]

the ghoul 🤝women insulting him via nickname.

[hollywoodbountyman]

i'm confident i can add a few more things. like this for something easy from cooper howard.

[hollywoodbountyman]

like this one for something from the ghoul.

[hollywoodbountyman]

like this one for something from the ghoul.

[hollywoodbountyman]

i'm confident i can add a few more things. like this for something easy from cooper howard.

[hollywoodbountyman]

cooper: just trying not to get filled with bulletholes and keep his lady friend alive lady friend: *actual terror under a pretty face and sweet composure* HOW DID THIS HAPPEN TO HIM TWICE? WHAT KIND OF PERSONAL HELL HAS THE WASTELAND BECOME?

[bellemcrte]

"it's not my fault you care or some shit. i didn't ask you to, howard. and, yes. i did." she tries to keep a straight face, but she fails miserably, because she's funny as hell. thanks.

laughing at the height of adrenaline is enough to keep her from hitting him. he didn't want her dead? that was news she didn't know she needed to hear. it was easier when they didn't like each other. he didn't talk nearly as much tomfoolery as he did now. so what she's nearly had him dropped close to a few dozen times.

he's still standing, isn't he?

"you wanting me alive isn't the point, coop. the point is, at the end of the day, i don't need you to want me alive. i don't need you to put me behind your back during a gun fight. i need you to keep your shit together and don't be so eager to kill on my behalf." she explains, but she knows he's going to make it a fight. such was the ghoul's way.

[hollywoodbountyman]

his first mistake was telling her his real name. his second mistake was forgetting she had a tongue that could cut the strongest men down if she pleased. he'd been well aware the moment he set out with her she didn't need him to keep her alive, but her reckless streak proved otherwise.

she called him a fucking salami stick, and now, she's cackling like the she-devil she was. have mercy on whatever was salvageable of his soul, power that be.

"it's the whole goddamn point, dena. you bein' alive is- nevermind. and someone has to look after you, what with the number of times you've had a few holes put in me." he snarked, but he still managed to check her over in her moment of a speech. she was fine. he'd sleep easy about it.

"you're tryin' to be the death of me, and you're having a good fuckin' time doin' it."

[cosmogenous]

how to express emotions infront of people without feeling terribly ashamed of yourself tutorial

[regina-cordium]

Guy just walked in with a shirt that said “I don’t question my wife’s choices because I’m one of them” and frankly I’m obsessed