Lone Wanderin

Indie Fallout Lone Wanderer And Sole Survivor / Other Verses available/ Some verses character Lone is Pretty Young/ semi sel/Low Activity/ multi everything/ Mun 25+

[lone-sole]

@ixcantxdanse and the new sole that I haven’t written on tumblr before!

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The brotherhood of steel was an enigma to most people, and Nora had known to keep them at arms length.

That was, well, until scribe Haylen arrived during a routine training of minutemen troops. Preston had taken over to allow the two women to walk and talk, though he was…. Worried about it.

Nora had a mix of emotions as her and the squadron headed in the direction she put on the map. It could be a mixed bag for sure, they had to be prepared for any kind of fight. But the sentries inside had been easy to shoot down. Finally, she was in the same room as him.

“Paladin Danse.” She gets his attention. “General Nora Xiao, a friend had told me of the.. incident.”

[cupcakesmuses]

rescue | Perrin & open

“Please, don’t be alarmed… My name is Perrin Wildheart. I’m here to rescue you.”

[lone-sole]

"I... uh, hello?" They ask with this quizzical look on her face. she didn't think that anyone would give enough of a shit about her to send someone out to save her. "Um... okay? i mean, i didn't know anyone who would've sent you."

[lone-sole]

An Experimental Dnd Verse for @cupcakesmuses @songshieldandselfcare

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"Salute the one for whom you fight for!"

This was part of the schtick of fighting, usually there was a woman by the ring giving the man that challenged her a look as he bowed to her, but Amanda was always a bit off the cuff with whom she picked. Picking someone randomly from the crowd was now a part of her show. Hopping up at the edge of the ring, she looked for someone interesting, Hearing the crowd still before she reached out and pointed

He was a halfling, stood kinda at the bounds of what looked to be a traveling party of misfits. Something about him gave some sort of reservation and that is what she was looking for. Two feet on the bar of the subterranean rink, she bowed with the grace of a noble, Despite the fact she had punched more teeth in than any noble would have.

Jumping back down, the Martial shouted a 'Lay on!' and they were at it.

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Fuck. Ow. Okay well... It was hard fought to be honest, but they looked around as the crowd cheered as their opponent laid on the dirt. .

Giving a bashful grin and wave to those in the crowd, they disappeared into the back of the tavern-fight club hybrid, but only for a moment. Coming out, bandaged and in her change of clothes, she approaches the table where the man she saluted at the beginning was. "Youre rather lucky." She smiles, placing a small bag of gold on the table and a drink for the both of them.

[lone-sole]

The-good-fiight -> Lone-Sole

((im adding my sole survivor aswell!!)

[vvolfstare]

“I swear I went to trade school.” Amanda chuckles nervously. “I am a mechanic just like everyone else in the shop”

@thegood-fiight

Bucky had caught the tail end of a rude customer demanding a different mechanic. He'd have told her to take Amanda or get out--she was just as qualified as anyone else here--but it wasn't his shop. He could have afforded to buy his own with all the military backpay that followed his pardon (and the money he'd drained from old Hydra accounts), but he'd decided he didn't want the hassle of running his own place. He'd always loved working on cars, and it was just something to keep him busy while he wasn't on a mission.

He tipped his head toward the break room, indicating she should join him there, and pulled a couple cans of soda from the mini fridge, pushing one across the table to her. "Don't let people like that get to you. If you didn't belong here, you wouldn't have gotten the job. She was just mad about the price." He leaned against the counter and popped the tab on the second can. It wasn't uncommon for people to tantrum about the prices. Fixing cars was expensive. He'd observed that Amanda got more shit for it than he did though. Most people didn't want to argue with his resting murder face.

[lone-sole]

Ugh.

Seeing an out that he had offered, she quietly followed as the owner delt with the woman's shitty attitude. Amanda groans as they sit on the chair across from him, catching and opening the soda.

"I know." she sighs "You know she's just mad because she thinks I'm incompetent. News to her, I'm more qualified than half the team."

She had gotten a lot of shit for things in her childhood, but not for things like being a mixed race kid, or a woman or a 'child' -she could hear the shrill voice of that lady asking why a child was allowed to touch her car- But she couldn't do what she did in her childhood and throw punches. Turns out life outside of those four walls was... complicated.

"Youre right. I should be here." -Well. Have to be here because money is a construct that keeps her tied to a small hallway of an apartment in NYC.-

[sah1x1s-archived]

@prosiyat (Amanda but i can not for the life of me remember which blog)

"Uh, 'manda!?" Joel called out as he stuffed the last brownie into his mouth, shrugging a shoulder when he just put the plate back down in the fridge, thinking she'd get the point that her deserts were officially gone given the fact that well... he'd eaten four so far and there he was, still hungry as fuck.

Why was he so hungry?

Why was this chocolate brownie so good?

Why was he wondering all these random things when he knew there was pizza in the freezer?

But that would mean getting up.

And having to make it.

"Amandaaaaaa, I need to have a serious conversation with...for...no, with- with you!"

[lone-sole]

Listen. Amanda typically made her drug usage a secret. Living in a weird apocalypse where things are so fucked up ontop of the whole dad drama and- Listen, who was going to care that she made some weed brownies right?

Manda also didnt really account for joel eating some until rounding the corner in their tiny abode and seeing the plate in his hand and crumbs all over his face.

"Fuck" she mutters. "Joel can we like... talk about this when youre not.. are and going to be high as fuck?"

[oldworldwidgets]

oh hey! took a little trip to the Commonwealth :)

[kvetch19]

x

[margotdaily]

[lone-sole]

@wallcrawlparker Oh my gosh they were roommates

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Amanda went from living out of a backpack, To living on campus. Of course there were people that thought that the shit that she put on her student aide sheet was fucking lies, but the truth was worse than her trauma dump essay that got her to college as a free ride.

Her roomie was nice. they only really co-habited the place when they were getting ready for 9am lecture, or very early in the morning.

So Amanda is going up the fire escape at 3am, nearly dragging herself up the rickety stairs after disarming a nuclear flora bomb someone (from the cult they grew up in) planted in the subway. Mechanical grease up to their armpit they slink into the dorm, Stepping in to the dark, shoving off the odd gasmask slash respirator slash tactical visor and throwing it on the bed on their side of the room before making it to the shower to turn it on.

[lone-sole]

I gave Amanda a new FC and now @sah1x1s has to deal with her being a hyper muse (p2: Joel!)

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She was only two when the world went to utter shit.

Catherine, her mother, basically raised her on the road for a few years before settling at the QZ. There Amanda was able to grow, to tinker, to learn with out having to think too much about the apocalypse unfolding every day. She was pretty young when she started working on maintenance, then specializing in gun maintenance. 

Joel was possibly the most distant of the community, always Kinda coming and going without speaking to her. Tess was usually one to stop by, unload on her the guns that needed fixing or cleaning. But seeing Joel in her shop... Something unnerved her about it.

“Hey Joel.” she voices awkwardly. “Uh. you okay?”

[lone-sole]

I gave Amanda a new FC and now @sah1x1s has to deal with her being a hyper muse (p1: Steve AKA Cap)

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So this was... Sub-Optimal.

Hanging one handed from a bit of pipe from a two story high robo-dog her doomsday cult decided to sick on the greater NYC populace -Ya know, the one that shot barbs that reduced into radioactive flora- while the other hand tried desperately to undo wiring to the power core that would safely shut down the nuclear battery in it. Just as the wiring gives she hears a large thunk and metallic crunch, the pipe she was on giving slightly, just enough to start her heart in overdrive.

Looking up at the round disk imbedded maybe two inches from where she was hanging, her hand pulls out the wiring, the dog stalling as the power stops flowing, before moving to grab onto the disk in attempt to pull herself out of the underbelly of the beast that was going down ever so slowly.

“Hello!” She screams out, though its muffled by her respirator. “I'm trying to help here!”

Finally situated on top of the machine she takes the disk, throwing it back in the general direction of where it was thrown just as the robot descends fully into the concrete 

[lone-sole]

sah1x1s​:

Pulling out everything they would need, he placed them on the counter alongside everything else as he shifted to wrap his arm around Amanda’s shoulder.

“I bet he didn’t bother you after that, did he?” Frankie chuckled softly, trying to picture a 10-year-old Amanda doing just that and with a slight shake of his head, he found it wasn’t hard to imagine after all.

“How about we make two batches? One with a little more spice, just in case. If one batch isn’t up to par, you know the boys will still inhale them.” He said in reference to his brothers in arms.

“Nah he was still a pain in the ass, he just caught a lot more punches after that day.” she says as she pulls out the old cookbook, opening it up to the most used, dirty page in the book and reading through the ingredient list silently, checking that they had everything. 

“Yeah, i think they would like that.” she grinned, moving to place the mixing bowl on the scale and measure out the flour and yeast “i mean. Of course they would, who wouldn't like sweet rolls?”

[melamemea]

Send "You came." for me to write drabble where where my muse finds themselves in a moment where they feel lost, scared etc, all while eventually noticing that your muse came for them.

Send "You called." for me to write a drabble where my muse rushes to your muse in a desperate moment where they need them.

[lone-sole]

@sah1x1s gets a mortality thread because I like pain (based on whumptober day 30 prompt: Comfort/bedside vigil)

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Once Amanda had gotten word from sheild about the nuclear bomb that her ex family now fanatical cult was cooking up she did two things. She demanded Frankie and the kids go to Rowena’s cabin and stay there until further notice, and then, she suited up and got in there.

It would’ve leveled the entire city, the fallout maybe hitting the ocean, if it were to have gone off. Just being around the thing made her dizzy, if she was around it for too long she could feel blood coming up her throat. It took her an hour to get the power safely shut down, making the damned contraption finally inoperable. The moment she got out, her body went limp, exhausted.

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On the TV, little snippets on social media, everywhere, Amanda’s picture was broadcast. “The girl that saved the world from nuclear doom.” But even they would have seen her falling into the arms of shield personelle unconscious, the drone footage showing her being carried away.

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“Hello? Is this Francisco Morales? I’m calling on behalf of SHIELD, your daughter Amanda is safe and in decontamination, we’re sending a jet to your location now. She is suffering from acute radiation poisoning and has requested your presence.”

[lone-sole]

buckygetyourgun​:

“You’re sneaky, kid,” Bucky conceded, “but you’re not a spy.”

He checked the time. Not too early, not too late. They’d probably be fine.

“Lead the way,” he said, then paused.

“Or tell me where we’re going so I can get an Uber.”

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So far as hideouts went, this one wasn’t half-bad. Dramatic, with the crumbling walls and busted-out seats and the remnants of heavy red curtains trailing from the top of the stage.

It also stank of decay, which both added to the mood and made Bucky want to spend as little time here as possible.

“You actually lived here?” he asked, trying not to sound too appalled.

“Yeah.” She nervously chuckled. “Sleeping in the mask would help somewhat... But ya know. its pretty bad.” she shouldered the pack, motioning for bucky to follow her back out. Crawling through musty crawlspaces wasn't new, but she was pretty sure that there was at least one dead person in that building with how it stank.

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grocery shopping was a bit of an adventure. it made her nervous, as usual. there was so many brands and choices that it overwhelmed her quickly, But she was also used to picking out the cheapest thing, so fell on that instinct as she picked out things she remembered having and cooking with in the compound. Only a set of pot and pans, a pasta strainer, and some Tupperware later and they were back at buck's place. 

messing with the music app on his phone, she continued to look up songs by lyric before finding one that she grew up on. “Dear Hearts and Gentle People by Bing Crosby now playing on music” the little voice started, before the old, well known music filled her with some sort of peace. 

[meetmyeternalsoul]

Oh to be a cat sleeping in a music shop