woman out of time.

liam carver. vault 111 sole survivor. minutemen general. the woman out of time. affiliated with isola radiale. indie selective.

[phantomemes]

sentences from the youtube series  ,  buzzfeed unsolved .  primarily taken from season 5′s supernatural investigations .

“ it doesn’t matter because you’re dead ”

“ it’s not impressive  ,  no one’s impressed ”

“ the spot of your death is now a lovely gift shop ”

“ as god as my witness  ,  he snapped him in half ”

“ i seriously want you to throw something right at my face ”

“ you can live in the cave ”

“ i’m a big fan of your name ”

“ the fact that you steal  ,  that’s really funny to me ”

“ that’s the greatest thing to steal  :  a man’s joy ”

“ because i’m a masochist ”

“ i’m going to regret this ”

“ i’ve lost the ability to feel ”

“ they’re gonna fucking murder you ”

“ the way you shushed me was quite rude ”

“ cowards  ,  all of you ”

“ i’m strange and off putting ”

“ i should not feel confident in the face of any man ”

“ here you are  ,  smiling in the face of the devil ”

“ i hate bats ”

“ bats sometimes carry rabies and that’s a thing i’m afraid of ”

“ not today devil birds  ,  not today ”

“ i think i’m blacking out right now ”

“ i don’t think i’m going to remember this moment ”

“ i think i’m gonna cry ”

“ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ”

“ if you know me and my debilitating fear of bears  ,  this is my worst nightmare ”

“ i’m standing on an altar alone ”

“ maybe you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and eat your cat ”

“ i’m so glad that’s over let’s go eat taco bell ”

“ were you making horse noises ? ”

“ in case any of you needed a reminder this place is a twisting nightmare ”

“ there’s a good chance i’m gonna fart in here ”

“ well this is horrifying ”

“ let’s do each other a favor and not show ourselves to each other ”

“ if you could do me a big solid and not do anything that would be sublime ”

“ this is just as horrifying as i thought it would be ”

“ you talk to hide from the silence ”

“ do i look like the kind of man who could give advice ? ”

“ several bad choices have lead me to this moment ”

“ let’s play look at the ceiling tiles !  1 , 2 , 3 , 4 … ”

“ i just wanna know if you think they have belly buttons ”

“ i did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me ”

“ if it sounds like a duck and walks like a duck ”

[calder]

greetings. i am shaun. your son. and this is an android modeled after myself. as a cherubic little rascal of age ten. that i built. and i cannot stress this enough. specifically to traumatize you. welcome to the institute

[roguevariables]

Father’s Day.

How does one celebrate something without the people the holiday it was meant for?

It had been more than a year since Liam had emerged from the Vault into a world that was not her own. Less than two months, counting time in Spirale, since she had lost her son. And sixty years since losing her husband, though that might as well have been a year ago given the nature of cryostasis.

Holidays from the old world weren’t celebrated in the Commonwealth. Or if they were, it was never the same-- only a ghost of the original intent. Hell, people these days didn’t even know what baseball really was. Given that daily life in the Commonwealth was also fraught with peril, Liam hadn’t really been given an opportunity to dwell on frivolous things like holidays. Hell... She’d barely even been given a chance to properly mourn. Day in and day out, it was a fight for survival.

But not here. In Spirale, things were hauntingly similar to life before the War. Peaceful, almost to the point of boredom. It was so mundane, a world that did not know pain the way the Commonwealth did. The people here lived lives that Liam found difficult adjusting to again... And celebrated holidays which she had long forgotten.

The glint of gold upon her palm shone in the sun, the cool winds of the Savior’s Respite caressing her cheeks and the bare skin of her shoulders. She would have been unrecognizable to those who knew her back home, devoid of the usual layers of clothing encasing her body-- Only a tank top and simple pants. Vulnerable, out-of-place, much like how she felt. 

Nate would have eaten this holiday up. He had been overjoyed upon hearing the news that he would be a father, sweeping Liam up into his arms with countless kisses to every inch of her face. They had started a family later in life than most others, though their respective career paths were to blame for that. Being a lawyer meant long workdays, and Nate’s military career meant long periods of time for a child to go without a father. It never felt like the right time, though as the years passed and Liam entered her 30′s, time felt like it was running out. 

They hadn’t exactly been planning for a child though, as evidenced by the fact that Shaun was conceived at a public park. It was an ‘if it happens, it happens’ sort of deal. The day she learned of her pregnancy had simultaneously been the happiest and most nerve-wracking day of her life.

But Nate... Oh, Nate. He threw himself whole-heartedly into the role of being a father. Telling everyone he knew, even strangers in line at the grocery store. Taking it upon himself to fix up a room for the baby, purchasing parenting books to read during his free time, taking Liam to pick out clothes and toys and to all her prenatal appointments. When Shaun was born, he had cried more than Liam had ever seen in their 14 years of knowing each other. He had promised to be the best father he could to their son.

He wouldn’t get that chance. Not even a month after Shaun was born, the bombs fell. And Liam’s world began to end.

Standing a few feet from the precipice, the Sole Survivor of Vault 111 struggled to hold in her tears. Ring in hand, the woman searched for words that could describe the feelings tearing through her heart and soul. How does one describe living in a world without her husband, the father of her child-- Who, in a separate and strange turn of events, also came to be known as Father? Who grew up far from the safety and warmth of not only her arms, but the arms of his paternal figure? Who became the leader of the very organization she sought to ( and eventually did ) destroy?

“Nate. I wish I could have saved you both... Please forgive me.”

Many things had changed since going into the vault. Liam had never dreamed of becoming childless and a widow at age 34. Pressure built behind her eyes and she could feel warmth spilling down her cheeks, her breaths becoming shorter and heavier in her struggle. She had found purpose in the Commonwealth, but was now lost in yet another new world, once again without a foundation to stand upon. The heaviness of that realization hadn’t hit until word of this holiday had reached her ears... And then?

Sinking to her knees, the Sole Survivor closed her fingers around Nate’s ring, pressing her fist to her forehead. And as her body was wracked by sobs and run through with grief, more isolated than she had ever felt, the only other sound that could be heard was the wind.

[roguevariables]

You're wearing a mask. You're standing with... outcasts. The underdogs. The lanterns in the dark. I see a world that will never know your sacrifice. You have led the enslaved to freedom, but they must still hide from those who don't understand. But you'll be there for them. You'll see their humanity when no one else will. You'll be their guardian in the shadows.

[cliviacolomar]

Fallout Aesthetic: Sole Survivor

Everything can change in an instant, and the future you plan for yourselves shifts, whether or not you’re ready

[bulletrein]

        THE DRINK DOESN’T TASTE AS GOOD as a cosmic candle, though certainly it may just as well do the trick soon enough. the establishment feels CLOSE ENOUGH to seventh heaven, yet the thought carries no weight behind it. looks deceiving, and no matter how it all looks, it could never be the same as the PRECIOUS BAR he considered home, location of his headquarters, laughter once bouncing against the walls. even if the bar hadn’t burnt to ashes, it would have been a place of GHOSTS in the end — — and nothing more. he tips back the shot glass, a hand to WAVE AWAY any attempts at refill ( always careful of what he drank, even here without others to care for ) and wanders gaze over the room’s occupants with an idle eye. familiar, yet so ETERNALLY different. ❝no matter where i am — — bars will always be bars, won’t they?❞

@roguevariables liked for a starter.

[roguevariables]

“Guess that’s one of life’s great constants, huh?”

Seated a couple spaces down the bar, Liam glanced at the man sympathetically. He hadn’t directed the comment at her. Really, it seemed more introspective than anything, but that wasn’t too uncommon in a bar setting. Didn’t matter the world-- Anyone who came to a bar was looking for something, whether that be an escape or a sense of familiarity. And Liam was no different. She understood well that need after having been brought to Spirale a second time.

The drink in front of her was edging it way towards room-temperature, some bitter concoction which had been presented to her after asking the bartender for a surprise. The flavor had rooted her in the present, the woman admittedly babysitting the drink rather than downing it outright-- a habit borne of a need for survival, of little trust in the relative safety of the world. Some habits were tough to break, even after Spirale had proved more tame than the Commonwealth.

Even so, she knew homesickness when she saw it. Liam had grown intimate with the feeling of longing for a home she could not return to.

“It’s not quite the same, but it’s something.” Idly, she tapped her fingers against the glass, gray eyes flicking from the man to the melting ice within it. “--Gotta say, though... The drinks are a lot better here.”

[digoutguild]

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The End of The World by Skeeter Davis, but it’s really the end of the world  ;  nuclear explosions and sirens could be heard even though you’re deep underneath the ground, in a vault. Someone unironically played his tape, but you couldn’t figure out who is that, nor anyone bothers to turn it off.

[breathe-2am]

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now or never by elvis, except it’s being broadcasted on one of the wasteland’s last remaining stations. you turn your busted radio to it as you camp alone in the wilderness, watching the dying fire. as the song plays, a deep sorrow fills you, a longing for a place that no longer exists

[roguevariables]

TOUGH QUESTIONS

@jeevastm​​ said: 2. you meet a man who has killed someone and done time for it before. does this factor into how you treat him? will he ever truly escape that sin? 

Shrugging, Liam leaned against the wall. She very well couldn’t judge a man for simply killing someone-- After all, she’d been the death of many a Raider in the time she’d spent in the Wasteland. Maybe at some point it became a matter of perspective, but even then there was a difference between murdering innocent people and what she did to protect herself and those very people.

“Depends. If the guy’s a murderer, killing innocents and civilians, having fun with it, then yeah, I’d say that would factor in. Maybe he finds himself on the business end of my rifle one day. There’s plenty of people in the wasteland who haven’t done time for that kind of thing, only because there’s really no overarching entity governing the place to begin with. Not like before, anyway.”

“If you’d asked me before the war, I’d have told you that killing people is bad no matter what, but things changed. A lot.” Understatement of the century. “If a guy’s taken up arms and killed someone who’s a threat to their life and livelihood-- like Raiders-- then that’s alright by me. We’ve all had to do things in life we didn’t take pleasure from in order to survive.”

[roguevariables]

TOUGH QUESTIONS

@fieldbracer​​ said:  17, 20

17.  Have you ever gotten sheer joy out of hurting someone else, either physically or mentally? To whom and why? Did it scare you?

“Sheer joy?”

Frowning, Liam studied the younger girl for a minute. There was one specific instance she could think of, and the evidence of it was plain as day on her face. Leading up to that moment, Liam thought that killing Kellogg would make her happy. That somehow it would fix the hole in her heart that the bastard had torn, and things would get on their way back to normal. But as she thought back to that day, to the sting of the knife as it cut into flesh of her face not once but twice, to the inability to tell her own blood from that of the man she grappled with on the floor... It wasn’t joy which had overcome her.

“No. I didn’t have fun. It didn’t bring me joy. He took everything from me-- I was angry. Maybe if it had been before the War, I would’ve been scared... But after everything I’d been through, I wanted to kill him.”

“He wasn’t even human to me.”

20. Are there people in this world who, no matter how much time and penitence is given, should never be forgiven?

“You remember the guy I talked about before? I actually got a peek into his memories. Took his brain implant, hooked it up to a big machine, popped right in like I belonged there. Saw everything from when he was a kid, all the way up to the present. Turns out, his family was taken from him, too. Real humanizing stuff. It was kind of sad. But you know something?”

“I still didn’t forgive him. He could have groveled at my feet and moved heaven and earth for me, and that wouldn’t change a damn thing. He made his choices. Hell, I’d say he even had it coming. So yeah, there’s people in this world who shouldn’t be forgiven.”

[roguevariables]

worotii replied to your post: TOUGH QUESTIONS @worotii​​​ said:  33. If you...

‘he was fishing for weakness’ - i dislike this prejudice

sir those are my emotional support trust issues please understand

[roguevariables]

TOUGH QUESTIONS

@worotii​​​ said:  33. If you could wipe certain memories from your head, would you? Why would you? What memories?

“Dunno that I’d be who I am today if I wiped memories from my head that I didn’t want. You know, I know someone who actually does that for people. Well, synths mostly, but still...”

It was a deep question, and one that she was clearly highly uncomfortable answering in detail. Mostly because the one asking looked absolutely like the type who would find some way to use such vulnerability against her. Leveling him with a stare, Liam folded her arms across her chest. This one wasn’t fishing around because he was interested in her as a person-- No, he was fishing for weakness, the sharp look in his eyes telling her all she needed to know about what exactly the value of such a story was to him.

Everyone in the wasteland had things they wanted to forget. That she happened to have lived there for a lesser period of time didn’t make her an exception.

“I wouldn’t get rid of a thing. Sure, it’s painful to remember some of the shit that’s happened to me since I got out of the Vault, but that’s what’s kept me going.” 

Liam ran her fingers across the scars which ran deep across her forehead. The ghost of pain trailed after them, the memory of their acquisition fresh as the day it happened. “I could forget the day the Institute ripped my family from me. But that doesn’t make the truth go away, and it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with in the end, so I’d rather leave my mind as it is.”

[rp-suggestionbox]

Interview my OC about questions that has no easy answer.

1. Which should be saved – a bus full of innocent lives or a loved one?

2. You meet a man who has killed someone and done time for it before. Does this factor into how you treat him? Will he ever truly escape that sin?

3. If you could jump back through time to save a loved one’s life, would you? Despite what it might to do the timeline? To everyone else? Do you believe it is their fate to die regardless?

4. You have a secret you swore not to reveal. But this secret is the only thing that would prove your innocence in a separate matter. Is it worth risking your own well-being for the secret? Or would you betray the trust given to you?

5. Is it better to hurt others before they hurt you or let yourself be walked all over and hurt by others?

6. If you tell the truth, an evil person gets to walk away free. If you lie, you may be able to send them away like they deserve. Is honesty worth more than justice?

7. You have the key to immortality in your hands. But not for free. If you want it, as a price, your worst enemy also gains immortality. Is it worth it?

8. If you could gain as much money as you want for losing a sense, would you do it?

9. Can people be held accountable for things people close or related to them did or are they innocent?

10. If a lot of people, possibly innocent people, have to die in order to make a real change, is it worth it? Can you live with their deaths even if it helps people in the present?

11. Imagine there is a beast that craves attention. If you ignore it, despite being deadly, it will leave you alone. Could you live like that? Even if it possibly attacked others? Would you try and challenge something that unknown?

12. If someone else stole something and you stole it back is that a good deed, a bad deed or one of equal worth? Are you better than the original thief?

13. Could you sacrifice yourself for the good of everyone else?

14. What of love? Say you discover your lifelong crush on another has finally been reciprocated… but they are currently dating a family member or a dear friend the crush feels responsible to honour. Do you force the break up? Date on the side? Bottle it up forever?

15. Is lying to others to gain their approval more important than being genuine and hated?

16. Have you ever contemplated killing someone? Who and why? Would you ever act on it? Are you frightened you might?

17. Have you ever gotten sheer joy out of hurting someone else, either physically or mentally? To whom and why? Did it scare you?

18. Have you ever done something morally wrong? If it’s morally wrong do you regret it?

19. What is more likely a thought to you – that this world is wrong or that you are wrong?

20. Are there people in this world who, no matter how much time and penitence is given, should never be forgiven?

21. Are there people in this world you simply think the world would be better without? If you could erase them out of existence without physically murdering them, would you?

22. How do you feel about having an intimate relationship with someone you don’t love? What if they love you in return? Does that make you feel guilty?

23. Could you ever become your own hero? Is that a role you can fulfil or is it something you look to others for?

24. How do you feel about tears? Are they cowardly and weak? Do you cry? Would you consider that shameful?

25. What is more important to you? An idea of yours being used and appreciated or the credit for that idea beings yours and yours alone?

26. Is your personal happiness more important than anything else in the world? Than fame? Than the happiness of others?

27. How far would you go to achieve a dream or ideal? Does it matter who suffers? Does it matter if you suffer?

28. How long would you wait for the one you love? A year? Fifteen years? Forever? Could you honestly be loyal to an unfulfilled love?

29. Is genius equal to hard work? Does a genius deserve praise for doing well without effort? Are they above us?

30. Do we live in a world of parallels? Can there be no hope without grief? No happiness without suffering? Or is a utopia possible?

31. What is more important to you? Being respected and praised by your elders or being looked up to and championed by those younger or of the same age?

32. If you could choose to remove certain feelings such as anger, confusion, sadness, would you remove them?

33. If you could wipe certain memories from your head, would you? Why would you? What memories?

34. What path appeals to you more? An exciting dream that leaves you possibly penniless and alone or a drab existence where you have steady success.

35. Is every person in this world wholly unique or can they be categorized? Can they be grouped and mentally dissected? Are you just another sheep in another flock or are you the sole unique soul?

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¤=[]::::::::>  @roguevariables​

“I have had to observe many-a-people in my profession and I have gotten rather good at reading them. An individual like yourself, for example, has certainly seen some things, no? You have a sense of danger to you, whether it is knowing it or being it. You must have some stories… I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”

[roguevariables]

“Your profession, huh? I’d say that might be a bit obvious, but sure, I’ve seen some things. Back home, danger’s always two steps away from you. Guess it’s a tough habit to break.”

“Make it over a drink, and you’ve got a deal.”

[mothman-pseudanthium]

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Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier except you’ve set up camp in the desert outside a nearby city that currently seems to be collapsing.  It’s terrifying, and you don’t know what’s going to happen next, but the song is comforting, and it makes you feel strangely warm and loved, if only for a moment.

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[roguevariables]

Never in a million years had Liam thought she would ever miss the Commonwealth as it stood now. A hollow shell of the bustling metropolis it used to be, the place which she had come to call home was nothing short of dangerous, and hardly endearing. Yet for all its flaws ( of which there were many ), the one thing that was predictable was, well... How it was unpredictable. There was always something which got the blood pumping.

Here, though? It was so peaceful that it was jarring. And so clean. Liam had taken to the lower levels of Fibonacci more often than her own assigned housing in Archimedes, if only for its hustle, bustle, and lack of polish. While it was no Commonwealth, it kept her busy-- And that included work.

“You sure you can handle this?” Scrutinizing the younger man, Liam leveled the question at him with a modicum of doubt. She was hardly one to judge on appearances, but as she sized him up she couldn’t help but think that she’d met vault dwellers with scarier faces. Though strangers, they’d been relatively near each other when a man had approached the two of them, offering work for a decent amount of Dust. He hadn’t wanted to get his own hands dirty, needing someone to collect money he was owed, and apparently both she and the blond fit the bill. 

Liam wasn’t terribly keen on working with people she didn’t know and trust... But there was strength in numbers, and the appearance of not one but two debt collectors on people’s doorstep might be a bit more persuasive than either of them on their own. Even split in half, the Dust the guy was promising at the end of the job was nothing to sneeze at.

“Tell you what. We do this one together, and split the payment after. Deal?”

@fateascent​​ !