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necrophagical — an indie, selective, low activity blog portraying one Ghoul from the Fallout Prime Series, as portrayed by Kuroki (28 y/o). OC, Canon, Duplicate, Crossover friendly. Alternate verses available.

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MEMES || RULES BELOW

#♞ 「 using you as bait 」 (pinned post)

fatescattered

The facility is eerily quiet, even per Umbrella standards. Had the scientists been alerted to the fact that she was coming and took off? Or did something else happen to make them disappear? Erin supposes it's easier to work this way, without having to shoot everyone she finds. Still, her gun remains in hand, just in case, and she makes sure to check every room, in search of scientists - or patients, perhaps - or any useful information she can get her hands on.

Sometimes, it feels so jarring, when reality sets in and she realizes how accustomed to this she has gotten over the years. The sight of blood no longer makes her nauseous and her hands never shake when she has to take the shot. Perhaps that part of her, that felt fear, empathy, was lost forever in Raccoon City.

A voice suddenly calling out to her has Erin turning immediately, aiming her gun in the direction of the sound. Whoever spoke seemed to do so with extreme strain. A survivor, perhaps?

She approaches cautiously, not sure what to find... only to be faced with a horrifying image, a man hooked up to tubes that connected to various machines. Whatever they were pumping into him must've been painful, judging by his tone. When she comes closer, however, she notices his pale skin, the sunken eyes and features lost to whatever it was that was filling his body.

Her gun is instantly pointed at him, that sense of survival she's still not sure where it's coming from, anticipating an attack. Clearly he was infected, but his level of awareness suggests that he's still turning, not having fully lost his mental capabilities yet.

"Who are you?" Erin asks, voice trained to sound neutral despite the quick beating of her heart. "What are they doing to you?"

necrophagical

A rush is settling in his bones when the lady approaches. This is it, this might be his last chance. He has to make it, he has to get out of here. So, he tries to comply, listen. Between the rhythmic noise and the avalanche of violence threatening to take over his head, he speaks.

"I'm– My name is..." Oh shit. What was his name, again? Don't panic, don't panic. Retrace all the steps. Remember the people you used to know... Remember anything, goddammit! "It's– My name is–" Fuck.

He shakes his head, eyes closed shut. Choking on the attempts, the way he is drawing blanks. Had they taken his identity away, too? Had he lost himself that much? There's no way he does not recall... There are things still so vivid in his head. The memory of a sweet daughter, the times they spent watching the sunset, enjoying cowboy movies and birthday parties...

But what was his name? And her name? He is still here, he swears... But who is he? How long has it been?

"I'll remember, I will. I just need time." As to what they were doing, he shakes his head. That, at least, has always been a mystery. Between scientific wording and coding, he found himself not really knowing anything other than the effects. "Sick experiments. Viruses, mutations. I don't fucking know, but it hurts like a bitch. I need to get out. You gotta get me out. I'll make it worth your time, lady."

While he still could think, he needed out.

#fatescattered #♞ 「 feo fuerte y formal 」 (ic)#♞ 「 the mutagenic necrophage 」 (re verse)#help I feel for her cause she is still caring after everything I'm sjhvbdjgvbds

fatescattered

The rhythmic tapping of her pen against the thick folder she's been pretending to read for the past ten minutes is the only sound that can be heard throughout the entire floor. Most people had gone home already, given the late hour, leaving the two of them as the last in the office yet again.

Erin knows that's part of the problem, that she's not home more, and that even when she is, she's not really there. All that does is make her want to hide away in her office even more, knowing that the second she steps foot into their apartment, a fight will ensue -- or worse, Hazel will just ignore her completely.

"Food?" The single word comes out suddenly in the form of an offer as Erin looks at the desk across from hers, already knowing Cooper won't need more context than that. They work late nights enough times to have fallen into somewhat of a habit by now. "We can order in from that Thai place from last time. Hazel's not waiting for me to eat dinner anyway, so..." Erin shrugs as she sinks back in her chair. "I don't feel like heating up leftovers in secret."

@necrophagical

necrophagical

Dead hours into the night, that was the way these two operated. Something that could be categorized as problematic by many, justified by a desire to aid those in need... Something or the other like that.

He doesn't want to think about what Janey thought about all of that. Actually, Cooper already knew her opinions, and he had tried refuting them time and time again. Another problem added to the list. He couldn't be bothered to try and fix it when things had escalated so much... And he had so much to do, too.

Yeah, sure, he convinced himself of that just to avoid going through the trouble.

Erin's voice breaks him off from the hell that is him running in mental circles about him and his daughter's awkward situation, but also the glossy eyed read he was attempting to do on the boring files he decided to tackle for the night.

"Food," he replies with a nod, turning his seat over to glance at her. "That sounds great... Janey's been way to upset to even bother eating breakfast with me. I'm ready for her to get over that rebellious stage." Hands to his face, rubbing over his eyes for a moment, shivers run down his spine at the thought of Janey remaining in that so-called phase forever.

All because he can't find a way to divide his time.

"I take it her not waiting on you means the situation isn't any better than mine?"

#fatescattered #♞ 「 feo fuerte y formal 」 (ic)#disaster parents over here lmao

fatescattered

"Oh. No, that's not..." His words are drawn out, slurred far more than Lucy anticipated. She looks around as if help will suddenly materialize - but nothing happens. There's no one coming for this man, no one who knows or cares about where is. Well. Up to her, then.

"You're outside," she explains, as though her words are able to reach him at all. "I can't just leave you here in the cold. It's no place to sleep." Lucy leans down to grab his arm, gently tugging as she tries to get him to his feet. It's no easy task, with the man all but dead weight, but she pushes on, refusing to give up. "Alright, there you go. See? That wasn't so hard."

A hand settles on his chest to keep him from tumbling forward, and it's when he straightens up that Lucy realizes she knows him. Cooper Howard. Oh, my God. She'd heard about him falling on hard times, but she never expected it to be this bad.

-- No matter! Lucy would help him regardless. All while trying to ignore the memories of when she was seriously crushing out on him. She imagines the last thing he wants is to have to deal with a fangirl in this state.

"My name's Lucy," she answers the question just a little later than intended. "Can you tell me yours?"

necrophagical

"It ain't that cold," Cooper whines, though he can feel his body shivering. Maybe, if he pretends he doesn't feel it, she won't notice it. Then again, he can barely coordinate thoughts with actions...

One second he is on the ground, the other, he is standing up with the help of the girl. He takes a deep breath to try and keep himself from tumbling, instead being greeted by the gentle voice and aroma of a savior. It brings peace between the turmoil, something he is aware he should not be accepting... But, god, it's been so long. Is it selfish of him to want to feel this for a little longer?

Straightened, his eyes try to open, catching a light glimpse of the lady for a moment before his head inevitably bobbed back down. While trying to keep himself steady so as to not force her to use too much of her strength, he nods to her words.

"Lucy, pretty name," god, Cooper, get a damn grip. Well, the only grip he can get is the one he is using to keep himself from slumping against her too much. "Mm... per... How—... Coopy." Shit, words are hard, right now... or maybe he is just too embarrassed to say anything. He didn't want to waste the small mercy contained in the fact that the girl didn't seem to know him. Better keep it that way.

"Home, I gotta get back home." Cooper states, weakly pointing over to the road in front of them. "My... My girl, Dogmeat... she's waitin'. Someone's gotta be waitin' for you, too, lil lady..." He is trying to say she should just drop him off, but there's only so many words he can utter before he is groaning again, dependent of her aid.

#fatescattered #♞ 「 feo fuerte y formal 」 (ic)#♞ 「 remnants of a star 」 (modern verse)#she is great and I adore her help #Cooper receiving kindness after falling from grace just hits

winterswake

WALTON GOGGINS as Cooper Howard/The Ghoul Fallout 2x06

#♞ 「 el necrófago 」 (self)#♞ 「 someone is always behind the wheel 」 (musings)

aluvsblu

what’s on your mind, coop?

#♞ 「 el necrófago 」 (self)#♞ 「 shoot first ask never 」 (isms)

pinacolanagifs

omg , it's a new gif pack from pinacolana !! in the source link below you will find #1225 (268x151) gifs of walton goggins from season 1 of the show fallout. you know the drill , if you like these gifs and wanna use em then hit the like button or even reblog if you're feelin generous. i'm super down for these gifs being edited in any sort of way, just tag me so i could gush over it. have a good time fellow gif enthusiasts !

tw's include ( so many !! pls take heed i hope i got them all ) horses, lassos, flashing lights, shattering glass, facial disfiguration/horror(?), weapons, violence, fire, explosions, a cute lil doggy, eating, kissing, torture, throwing up, blood, drinking, sexual situations, semi nudity, smoking

#rp resources

the ghou.lcy and jack.ieshau.na feels I've had for months on end is crazy... And now we add wanting to write Jan Scie.ntist from the alt.ers and my niche trio of topics is complete.

#♞ 「 out of coops 」 (ooc)#I gotta get back here aaaa #need my shot of coop... but also gotta make icons godddd save me #maybe I'll do the ol switcheroo I did with shau.na and just use gifs #anyway aaaaaa

fatescattered

The hour was late by the time Lucy headed home. She could've very well finished her work at home - papers to grade, lessons to prepare - but she always felt she could focus better on campus, her surroundings helping to inspire her.

She thought to take a cab home, but it seemed like a shame to waste such a lovely night. After being cooped up in a room for so many hours, she wanted to feel the night breeze on her skin, as if gently lulling her home.

Even in the distance, she can hear the loud bustling of the bar she's used to walking by on her way home. Sometimes there's a few stragglers outside, shouting words Lucy will not repeat, but they're harmless for the most part. She could very well change routes to get home, but it didn't feel fair when she wasn't the issue.

This time, however, Lucy's surprised to find someone slumped near the entrance. She can't make out the man's face in his current position, but the low groaning falling from his lips instantly alerts her to something being amiss.

She doesn't even hesitate before approaching him, setting down a gentle hand on his back as she leans over in an attempt to meet his gaze.

"Sir? Can you hear me?" He seems so out of it, Lucy wonders if he's even really awake. "Are you alright?"

@necrophagical

necrophagical

The world had been spinning against him for a while now. It wasn't just today, it's been every day ever since he fell off the metaphorical horse. One second he was on top of the world, the other, he'd crashed hard against rock bottom.

It was shocking, intense whiplash how things can change so radically, both internally and externally. The moment things started to go south, Cooper himself went south with it, unable to find a way to fix things. The fact that he kept going was laughable to himself, for some reason. A fruitless endeavor he pushed himself to go through, regardless.

Wait, was the world truly spinning against him or was it him doing the stupid spinning? He's unsure now, as he slumps against what he assumes has to be a makeshift bed. Sure, a pavement bed that was waiting for him right outside the bar. He just needs a minute. Just one minute for the world to stop trying to sink him further down. He is already on the floor... Is the world happy now?

There, he fades, he sinks. He grumbles about this or that aimlessly, trying to bring himself back up and, then... the voice of a woman calls to him. Or was it an angel?

"Mm..." Wow, words are hard, he thinks to himself. "Mm-hmm," yes, I can hear you, mysterious lady. He tries opening his eyes, tries lifting his heavy head to look at her and fails. "Ok,... am okay."

Oh, he attempts to lift his head again and, this time, it's worse. Everything feels awful. A louder groan comes as he lowers his head right back down. "Dizzy... But okay. Who... are you?" Is that what he said or did his slurred speech make up other words? He's not sure anymore, but he tries to gesture with his hand for the girl to continue along.

"I'll get up tomorrow, ten more minutes, love."

#fatescattered #♞ 「 feo fuerte y formal 」 (ic)#♞ 「 remnants of a star 」 (modern verse)#Lucy is the kindest soul ever I love her #the best meet cute ever no one can say otherwise!

thesoldiersminute

Walton Goggins as Rick Hatchett The White Lotus | S03E06 “Denials”

#♞ 「 el necrófago 」 (self)#♞ 「 shoot first ask never 」 (isms)

bettingonhouse

@necrophagical asked: "No. This is a normal conversation. Don't go makin' it weird." (Any verse!)

"Mmm, apologizes Mr. Howard."

Normal. Could he really be normal? Was that the appeal? Robert always wondered what it was like, wanting to be normal, to be so dull. He supposes as he sits in this diner with Cooper he must refrain.

His irritation isn't present yet. It's hard to irritate him, but dullness was boresome. However at Cooper's scolding. Robert's white polished Oxford stops playing footsy with Cooper under the table.

"Is this what you do when you prepare for a role? Go to diners and pretend to be normal?"

Robert asks as he brings his cigarette to his lips and grabbing the newspaper on the diner table. Picking it up and scanning over the headlines quickly as he waits for his probably disgusting coffee. Maybe it wasn't. Cooper was here, he wore ascots, and may of been a veteran but he was addicted to more than alcohol. Robert knew the man had a love of Horses, Cars, that big house of his, his fancy clothes...That all cost a lot more money than a normal man would have. Robert knows they are both pretending to be normal here. But it's still amusing to the Billionaire. Who also has his vices, his vanity being one of the main ones. Suits, knowlege, power. Normal people didn't crave the things Robert craved. But perhaps this exercise in normalcy was not the worst idea. Even if it did mean no flirting. And Robert did enjoy getting under Cooper's skin.

Looking away from the newspaper he glances to Cooper across the table, his other hand holding his cigarette aloft not far from his face. Dark eyes trying not to drink the other in his stupid incognito attire he likes to wear when he's out in public. Still, like a vampire, Robert steals what he can and then looks away to the other actual normal people in this establishment. Dull. He looks back to Cooper. Excitement.

"How long are we doing this exercise? I do have important matters to attend to you know..."

The richest man in the world was playing pretend one of the most famous Silver Screen Stars to Date...The things he did for this man.

necrophagical

Cooper could only blame himself for this predicament. After all, he had been the one to invite Robert here. Not only invite, but insist that it would be a good thing for the both of them. After all, Robert too should get a taste of what normal people were usually up to. Grow acclimated to the ways of the world and maybe remember what it is to be just another person instead of the one pulling the strings. Some excuse like that or the other.

But, of course, Robert would find a way to make things more complicated than they should be. Uncooperative, he seemed to be, despite stopping his little game below the table. They were to be just two normal men, having normal coffee, enjoying a normal day. Still, the man insists on telling Cooper that he is just like him.

"It might come as a shock to you, but some of us are normal by default." Cooper refutes, though he is not completely convinced of his own statement. It's something that happens to him whenever he speaks to Robert. Things feel different, even the slightest wavering or any passing comment makes him think twice. Not now, he is going to fight that feeling.

"This ain't important to you?" His question comes with a stern tone before the waitress arrives with their coffees. Cooper nods and smiles at her, audibly thanking her for bringing them over. When she leaves, he returns to stare at Robert, just as stern as he had been before.

"I was plannin' to take up all your day. I'm sure you can make the arrangements for me, right?" With that, he grabs his cup, taking a light sip, recoiling a bit at the heat. It was nice.

"And, please, you can call me Cooper for today."

#bettingonhouse #♞ 「 feo fuerte y formal 」 (ic)#it was perfecccct thank youuu!

-> Plotted Starter with @fatescattered's Lucy

Whoever thought giving him a 'helping hand' was a fine idea was thoroughly wrong. He doesn't need a manager to handle his image, he can do that just fine, he just doesn't want to.

He mentally convinces himself of this while taking a huge gulp of his whiskey, hoping to erase the anger away. The drink travels bitter down his throat. Despite whatever he tried to tell himself, he knew what he had been doing to his brand as a whole. Things weren't going great in his personal life, reflecting in the way he handled himself among the public. Not a good move, which was why he was being given a manager. Stat, they said. The best of the best, they also said.

But, when he looks at her, he doesn't see it. Instead, he stares at her with disdain. Why couldn't he choose his own fucking manager? He could at least be given the decency of that, right? He sighs, eyes closing shut for a moment before he is back to glaring at the lady.

"Are you her? The one who thinks she knows better than me?" Cooper scoffs, grabbing the bottle of whiskey to pour some more on his glass. "I'll make this quick for you; just leave. I don't need any stuck-up young'un trying to tell me what to do. And I sure as hell won't let it happen." Oh man, his tongue tastes bitter when he stops speaking... Was this a sign of something?

#fatescattered #♞ 「 feo fuerte y formal 」 (ic)#♞ 「 remnants of a star 」 (modern verse)#I love these two and I can tell they're gonna have some good banter already

beautyqueenforbes

Freeside Limited - IGN Exclusive Art Print by Kevin Tong

#♞ 「 el necrófago 」 (self)#♞ 「 once a believer 」 (aesthetic)

Wanted to make the reminder over here, too: I'm most active over my Shauna blog as of now, so if you are interested in receiving a little more consistent stuff, make sure to follow me there!

#♞ 「 out of coops 」 (ooc)#having a lot of fun with the girlie #but I'm also getting to stuff around here #it's just taking me a lot more time when the inspiration is big over there

-> Plotted Starter with @fatescattered's Erin

The strenuous noise of machinery mixed with the constant, pulsing pain coursing through his body overwhelmed his senses. He should have been dead... Whatever they were pumping into him, whatever they continued to test out should have killed him long ago. And yet, he is still here.

He is cursed to continue taking it. Strong enough to resist, but not escape.

Despite his myriad attempts of putting a stop to it all, he found himself back here. And his mind would repeat him over and over every little thing he lost. The people he missed, how he could not save them, how there was nothing left for him. And yet he existed anyway.

There's an additional sound that is not as rhythmic as the rest, though, breaking the nauseating repetition. Something else is going on. He tries to concentrate on it... And he sees a lady he hadn't seen before roam about the place. An idea comes to mind. He could leave, if only he manages to get her attention and play his cards right.

"H-Hey... Hey you..." Cooper forces his voice to grow louder, despite the raspiness emitted. "Come over here, lady. I need help."

#fatescattered #♞ 「 feo fuerte y formal 」 (ic)#♞ 「 the mutagenic necrophage 」 (re verse)#here we goooo

-> Plotted Starter with @fatescattered's Lucy

House promised greatness. He referred him to the best mechanic he knows, he said. This mechanic had the address to his home, they would arrive there and fix the stupid sink valves that refused to get water going.

It was supposed to be an easy, done deal. But something about it got him nervous. He didn't know exactly why, but his body was growing anxious by the minute. Cooper was never the type to feel like this toward regular encounters like these... Something was going on, he just couldn't pinpoint what.

And then, the ring of his doorbell calls to him. They were here earlier than he expected. House did say they were very punctual... Quick to move, he opened the door and his pleasant expression turned to confusion. In front of him was that lady, his... savior that one fateful night.

They weren't supposed to meet after that. She was supposed to be that one-time guardian angel, good but fleeting samaritan, never to be seen again.

"Wait, aren't you—? What are you doing here?" No way... Was he daydreaming or something? He takes a good look at her and notices both the ensemble and bag she carried. Wait, did House know about their past encounter or was she really...?

"Are you the mechanic?" Shit, if their first meeting was embarrassing, this took it to a level he didn't think was possible... Hesistant as he was, he moves aside and gestures for the lady to walk in. "Come... Come in, I guess."

#fatescattered #♞ 「 feo fuerte y formal 」 (ic)#him being confused and embarrassed love to see it

fatescattered

Her first time visiting Hazel's grave, she had wondered whether her frame would always feel this heavy when looking at her tombstone - symbolic, of course, her body never recovered after the city was leveled. There was no cure for grief, other than, perhaps, time. Anger seemed like just as strong of a contender, however, as far as Erin was concerned.

That day, she had cried so hard, she thought she might collapse, the sharp pain in her body bringing her right back to the night she lost her daughter. These days, Erin doesn't cry anymore. She doesn't visit as often, either; it hurts too much to go back there. But today is the anniversary of the worst day of her life, so she knows she has to suck it up and face her grief.

The flowers she sets down on the tombstone will wilt in a matter of days, but Erin believes Hazel would've appreciated the gesture. She believed there was no reason not to 'make things pretty' if one could, that it was worth going out of her way if it meant making someone else happy. Erin used to believe it too, many years ago.

She's not sure how long has passed when she finally pushes herself to her feet; it felt like she sat there for hours. It had already started getting dark out, so she's surprised to find someone else at a nearby grave. Maybe they didn't like anyone else seeing them mourn either.

Erin means to leave the man to his devices, but once she walks past him, she manages to get a better look. Skin impossibly dry, withered, peeking out from under his coat and hat. At first, Erin thinks her eyes are playing tricks on her... then remembers exactly where she had something like that.

It feels wrong to pull a gun out in a cemetery, with so much death around as is, but Erin couldn't let this stand either. Were there really infected walking out here on the open? And why did he appear so different from the ones she had seen so far? More... human. Could he still be in the early stages of the infection?

"Don't move." She exhales sharply as she points her gun at him, finger already on the trigger. "Or I'll shoot."

@necrophagical

necrophagical

These days even flowers were a luxury. Even the slightly wilted ones he had found made him feel lucky enough, despite the circumstances. If only his little girl had even a fraction of that luck. Being unable to save her would always weigh heavy, hurt him deeper than any cut or virus ever could. His little Janey was supposed to live, regardless of the apocalyptic nature of the world.

She should have been alive. And yet, he stands at her grave... Or the sad imitation of one.

Staring down, it was hard to even think about placing the flowers he had tucked safely in his coat against a soil of ash from a forgotten city. To hell with this city, he'd be damned if he forgot his daughter... She deserves those flowers, something good to accompany her, maybe just a bittersweet reminder for him of how fleeting gentle things were. No longer did they belong in a world such as this... To hell with this world.

His body jolts light at the sound of the steps. There's someone else around, surprisingly. Either that or another one of those things. For a moment, he couldn't care less, but the voice and subsequent click of a gun pointed at him are a bad omen, the start of a possibly quick end. He tries taking a deep breath, the semblance of a threat activating his primal instincts. That damn virus had a way of making one hostile to the slightest noise, the softest of movements, the possibility of something happening.

He forcefully swallows a growl, clearing his throat as an attempt to mask it further and keep himself from succumbing. For a moment, Cooper thinks to move, he wants to shake the discomfort away, but the lady promised a shot if he moved. So, instead, he speaks.

"Someone you miss lyin' here, too?" He starts. "I'm sorry for your loss..." Another pause, he tries to play his scarce cards right, make sure she listens to him articulate properly. Only a bit does he shift a part of his coat to try and expose a few petals for her to see. "I'd appreciate it if you gave me the chance to place these down here before you shoot me. ...Can I move?"

#fatescattered #♞ 「 feo fuerte y formal 」 (ic)#♞ 「 the mutagenic necrophage 」 (re verse)#oooh this has my heart already!#You made such a wonderful starter as usual!!#Thank youuuu!

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