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monokoh

#CARLA.

rickylafleurs

the poor mans 26 and the game does him no justice

#wow this is beautiful !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#FRECKLES!!!!!!!!!!!#BOONE.

new-vegas-incorrect-files

Boone: Name a more iconic duo than my fear of abandonment and instinct to self-isolate, I’ll wait.

Courier 6: You and me.

Boone, trying not to cry: Alright

#o m g #musings.

i miss boone

#OUT OF NOVAC.

shounenoujo

I'm always dtf (down to fight)

#MUSINGS.

growling-suggestion

Pick yourself up off the ground, no one is going to do it for you

#musings.

rp-meme-glaceon

Send "Flashback" to have your muse see one of my muse's bad memories

#meme.

pyrophantom

There’s A Good Reason There’s Blood On My Hands

#musings.

ncrgrunt

sticks out leggy

if you ever wanna plot with me, this is your PLEASE IM ME pass.

#OUT OF NOVAC.

daggersandsparks‌:

⌠♠⌡ ❝I know.❞ That was the first lie she’d actually told him, but the words come out before she could think about them. She had suspected as much. Wondered it once she knew what had happened and his surety that she was dead. But she hadn’t really known. And from his tone, she wonders if she’s the first one he’s told. ❝It doesn’t make you a bad person.❞

She watches him for a moment from the distance, knowing that pain far too well. She remembers building the pyre to burn Tisha’s body. She remembers lifting her cold body unto it and staring into the fire until the Buzzcocks found her. She didn’t sleep for a week and they let her mourn. And she’d gotten as much revenge as she could have.

❝Not that me saying that is gonna make the guilt go away.❞ She sighed, but slowly she moved over closer to him, careful not to crowd him, but she wanted to be there. She often needed touch when these moments hit her. ❝The alternative was worse.❞

i know, she says -- and he looks down. his hands are shaking. “no, it makes me the WORST fucking person --” craig says, voice tight. he can’t live with himself; as far as he’s concerned, he’s not LIVING. he’s existing, waiting for his time to finally be up. the tears burn his eyes. he wants to break down; he wants to scream his head off. he wants to rip every LEGION bastard limb from limb... but he has no one to blame but himself.

“i don’t know that,” boone admits lowly, the hot tears trickling down his cheeks. “i keep thinking -- could i have saved her?” he clenches his hands tightly. “i should’ve TRIED -- i could’ve -- ” why now? why have the feelings come up now?

#daggersandsparks #COMPANION.

ccuriersix‌:

audrey strutted her way into the lucky 38. the courier had decided to tend to some business on the strip alone but now it was time to pick up her trusty companion and head out into the mojave. she didn’t have a plan ( when did she ? ) but they would surely find something to do out there. it seemed that there was always a battle to fight or someone to save or anything in between. stepping out of the elevator, she made her way to the room she found boone in most often. leaning in the doorway, she shot him her familiar smirk. ❝ you ready ? ❞

a STARTER for @ncrgrunt.

he glances up, rifle in hand. there’s pieces scattered across the table; he’d been doing a deep cleaning. he smirks. “just about,” he answers, moving to put his trusted rifle back together. this gun has been through a lot with him; he takes good care of it. boone stands, resting it against his shoulder. “i hope we’re going to kill some LEGION.” he’s itching to take more of the bastards down. he hates being holed up in the lucky 38; it makes him anxious.

#ccuriersix #COMPANION.

beenpole‌:

“Okay.” is all she can muster at the brunt of his… personality. She’s not used to this level of apathy from a member of the NCR. Of course, he can’t be happy with the situation - he’s been assigned to babysit her. Her last personal guard either got reassigned, a shame as she was finally getting used to the guy. “I travel often, most of the concern is attempted kidnapping by raiders, and at worst, the Legion. I rarely go that far east anymore.” For her own safety, rather than by choice. “I’m afraid you’ll be bored, most of the time, unless someone tries to throw themselves on me which happens more often than it should. The occasional stalker rears his head.” She can’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but she looks him in the eyes anyway. “Do you prefer Craig, or Boone?”

he used to be different. softer. there was joy in life still -- being able to PROTECT. now... he’s not so sure if they’re doing the right thing. he lets out a hum in response at first. are those his only duties? he rolls his eyes. it’s better than wallowing in his doubt, but it still feels... he sighs. “all right.” he keeps his lips in a straight line. “boone.” he doesn’t feel like CRAIG anymore; that name is behind him. boone is the soldier. the fighter. “where’re we going first?”

#boone why do you not talk much #beenpole #RED BERET.

beenpole‌:

He’s surprised her, with his… candor. Usually they like to pretend they don’t know who she is, men playing dumb before suddenly remembering where they have seen her, but this man is right to the point. It’s refreshing, not having to worry he’ll spring it on her mid-conversation by pulling out a calendar and a pen.

“Ah – yes, I am.” There are other girls in the calendars, but none of them live out here, most situated safely in the capital of the NCR. She’s got a day job as a seamstess, something most people don’t know unless they read the little blurbs about her in the back of some calendar or newsletter. Today her work brings her to the Airport. Boy, this is one tall man, and that’s saying something for her. She doesn’t wear heels when working, so he’s currently dwarfing her. “Marcie – “ He already seems to know, but she finishes what she started. “ – Lindell. The pleasure is all mine.” He seems… nervous. “So, what do you do here, Craig?”

“it’s a pleasure, miss lindell.” craig says, tipping his beret to her. “i’m a SNIPER, ma’am -- part of the first recon.” he taps the insignia on the beret. “i make sure anyone unwanted doesn’t get into camp.” there’s more to it, of course, but he doesn’t want to unnerve her with the things he’s had to do. it’s not polite, especially for a young civilian. she is just as pretty as she is in the photos -- maybe more so. he clears his throat. “what brings you to our camp? is there anything i can help you with?”

#ah boone #so young #so pure #beenpole #RED BERET.