flame // HEART**

indie. high selective and canon-based sole survivor 'NORA' from fallout 4.

[ghostling]

Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”

[solesearched]

I get so feelsy for nora because she most likely spent her whole pregnancy, and birth without nate as he was dispatched after shaun was conceived and nate only just meeting his son for the first time when he came home and tried hard to spend as much time to be a family as he could and then the bombs dropped. let 👏 them 👏 be 👏 a 👏 family.

[memestockpile]

different ways to say ‘i love you’. 

‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’

‘let’s get you back to bed.’

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’

‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

‘i drew up a bath for you.’

‘you need rest.’

‘you ought to be asleep.’

‘i bought two.’

‘here. you can have the rest.’

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

‘i like your smile.’

‘you have a cute laugh.’

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’

‘be careful.’

‘look both ways.’

‘you mean so much to me.’

‘i can’t lose you.’

‘i thought i might have lost you.’

‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’

‘it looks good on you.’

‘i’ll make you soup.’

‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

‘are you okay in there?’

‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’

‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

‘i’m worried about you.’

‘what do you want to watch?’

‘where would you like to go for dinner?’

‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’

‘we’ll figure it out.’

‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’

‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’

‘you’re important to me.’

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’

‘good luck!’

‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’

‘don’t say that about yourself.’

‘want to come with?’

“wow! you look really nice.’

‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘you can have half.’

‘come here. let me fix it.’

‘your tie is crooked.’

‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’

‘i’m not going to hurt you.’

‘can i touch you?’

‘can i kiss you?’

‘can i hug you?’

‘promise.’

‘would i ever lie to you?’

‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’

‘hey, good-looking.’

‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

‘one more chapter.’

‘i love you.’

[solesearched]

synthmama​:

“Please tell me one of those guards didn’t actually say that.” Quinn has to tamp down the urge to laugh at that one; arms folding across the chest. “I’d have slapped that guy with a false arrest charge so fast he’d still be seeing stars.” 

   ❝  –     oh, he did. ❞    and she certainly remembers it, green eyes cut across by preserved fine, dark eyeliner with a look that could curdle butter when the guard stopped her in her tracks.

   ❝  –     holding myself back wasn’t challenge, it was stopping HANCOCK from gutting the guy.   ❞

[solesearched]

nick: is this where they filmed that ridiculous silver shroud show? nora, dressed as the shroud:

[creating-tabs]

[o-rusted-heart]

@solesearched​ started following.

“I feel like I should apologize for, uh… all men.”

“Though for what it’s worth, it’s pretty much always human men. Not to stereotype, but, uh…” 

[solesearched]

❝  –     it’s all right, nick.   ❞   a soft laugh tops her voice like vanilla icing, just like nick to worry for others, the man never stopped.    or knew the meaning of the word ‘break’. ❝  –     i can handle myself.  besides, where would girl talk be without men.  ❞

[solesearched]

synthmama​:

Snorts. Alright, that’s a good one. She matches the octave on this one. “Did you sit in sugar? Because you’ve got a sweet ass.” 

    SHE CHUCKLES.   the guards around the diamond city sure do act like they were the ones kept in a vault for two hundred years.  mens only.   her stance straightens, the voice needing it’s bit, her hand coming up presenting her open palm as if to say ‘stop’.

    ❝  –     ‘hold it ma’am, i oughtta put you in jail.   it’s illegal to be lookin’ that fine.’ ❞

[solesearched]

synthmama·:

“Alright, spill. What’s your worst one yet?”

    ❝  –     AHEM;   ❞   tuning voice frequency to douche.

❝  –     ‘man, your rack is like mount rushmore;                        and i should be among them.’  ❞

[synthmama]

“Sure, the Raiders might be jackasses, but at least they don’t try and hit on you unlike the guards at Diamond City.” 

[solesearched]

 ❝  –     you’re telling me...   ❞

[solesearched]

forever still in love with post-game nora becoming pregnant.

[awesomeeverysingleday]

Feels after having an infant for 5 days:

I love this baby so much! He is joy and light and magic!

And simultaneously:

This is one of the biggest challenges I’ve ever encountered and I respect tf out of every human parent that didn’t go full on gerbil and eat their young.

[solesearched]

i am so sorry--

[solesurviivor]

@solesearched​

“  Nora?  ” She was as beautiful as when he’d last seen her– his heart thundered in his chest. She couldn’t be here– he had watched her die. He had been helpless to save her and it haunted him every day. 

He’d woken up in the vault– taken the ring off her dead body and promised revenge on the one who had stolen her from him. He’d made friends– allies– was a General now and had found his son. A son who had become a monster. A man creating machines to replace those in power so he might assume control over all.

Nate stared– eyes wide in shock. Dogmeat let out a confused whine. His human was afraid– but this stranger wasn’t dangerous. She carried a scent similar to the boy his human had looked for. The boy who was old. Old boy.

Was this his human’s family? The canine wagged his tail, approaching her for pets. For he was a good boy, and deserved them.

[solesearched]

  ❝  –     N..  NATE.. ?  ❞   her voice trembles, threatening to crack.   trained green eyes lifted from the sights of her rifle and her grip tightens, trembling;   this couldn’t-- how can... she felt her baby get ripped away, as if her heart was torn from her chest and snapped, one heart string at a time with each tug and rip before they finally push her back in, gun pinning her in the spot and the shot rang out, deafening her and the pain and grief sends her into a state of shock, the same state she’s been frozen in before she could so much let a tear fall.   and then she woke up, cold, alone; heartbroken.

   THE WHINE coming from her husband’s companion breaks her trance, a wet nose juts her hand that had been cradling her lowered weapon and makes her look down; fingers gently extend, allowing a good sniff and a test for herself, to see if this wasn’t some dream her grievous body had thought up in it’s coma-like state.   some light in the darkness, but it was far from perfect.   the love of her life was here, but shaun wasn’t.

[solesearched]

❝Well, do you need anything? Anything at all?❞ Have a stupid doting husband who WORRIES.

   ❝  –   NATE.  honestly, i’m fine.  ❞   it couldn’t of been further from a scolding, with the chuckle that trickled past peachy lips like honey – no wonder he wasn’t taking her assurances seriously, it would be something she would have to hone on herself if she was going to be a mother.   his hands poised before her, ready to catch her as if she was going to stumble forward, or struggled to get to her feet – she wasn’t at that point yet.  

   her hand smooths over her swollen tummy, not quite grounding yet but the ache in her lower back stilled her more often than not, and don’t even get her started on the morning sickness.   NORA shakes her head, a smile warm enough to reach her eyes like a ray of sunshine on green grass.

   ❝  –    in a few months when i turn into a blimp.  i know who to call.❞    

[radioactive-synth]

[solesearched]

Hancock is the Ozzy Osbourne of Fallout and no one can convince me otherwise.