sole survivor

you will not survive here. you are not a wolf, and this is the land of wolves now.fallout 4's sole survivor / indie & selective /written by c.

[cole-saberhagen]

[anafigreen]

favorite FO4 NPCs

[theultimatepumpkinpie]

Baby, tell me those sweet words I wanna hear

[deathbunnics-deactivated2020041]

❝ since we’re a team, you think we could use a code name? red orchard? or… code violet? or… the death bunnies.                                                 that’ll confuse them.  ❞

[sapphicsymphonie]

Visit Original Link

Kara (DBH main theme) by Philip Sheppard & Sony Entertainment

[myrcella]

diamond city radio (condensed) songs + lyrics

[dulciesgf]

A Quiet Place (2018)  dir. by John Krasinski

[solussuperstes]

shivtricks‌:

@solussuperstes.

     hancock is more than aware of his reputation. drug lord, benevolent kingpin, politician — a ghoul, too. it doesn’t help matters when he goes and contributes to the rumors, either. mina meets his eyes without hesitation, without flinching, without blinking. she treats his ruined skin like it’s something soft and smooth, something whole. a rare wonder tucked tight inside a pre-war body. ( because even the best of us will blink at blackened sclera, will stiffen at the brush of a coarse, wasted hand. and yet – here she stands. ) hancock tips his tricorner back, stepping in behind her and ducking forward to press a kiss to her cheek. 

     ‘ heya, sunshine. ’ 

it’s been a busy few weeks with nick. she likes helping him on his cases, enjoys just being able to help someone, even if everything isn’t always resolved as warmly or as neatly as a happy ending might call for. still, it’s good work, and mina adores nick so, but there’s an undeniable little twitch of her lips the moment she steps into the glow of goodneighbour’s neon lights.

the brush of his scarred lips makes her lips bloom into a quick grin and her eyes soften as they meet his own when she turns. “not going to lie, nick’s a fine shot and all, but there’s just something about you and that shotgun, hancock.” i missed you, is what she means, and hopes he can understand. mina turns, flicking auburn hair away from her eyes to carefully adjust the frayed collar of his jacket, scanning it over for any new tears or frays.. “did goodneighbour keep you busy? anyone else try and dig into your warehouse while i was away?”

[solussuperstes]

@callcards

“it’s...well, it’s a lot, really,” she states blandly in response to his question, lips pursing together tightly as she glances around the room once again. what does he expect her to think, anyway? the stench hits her nose again and mina resists the urge to cringe, instead blinking repeatedly and firming her jaw so tightly it aches. “seemed like you managed to piss of the other raiders pretty good, huh?”

[abigailmarstons]

[solussuperstes]

// STARTER CALL ! 

[solussuperstes]

@killinguilt

“you know, back when i was in school, people used to try and stick these under their tongues during tests to stay focused, try and see if they’d get a higher grade.” she turns the box of mentats over in her hand lightly. “i was boring though, i never tried to cheat.” a little smile and she offers them over to him. if nothing else, she suspects hancock must like her given that any discovered chems are immediately placed in his possession. “there were rumors of a watermelon one coming out right before the bombs, too. sorry to say i don’t think they ever made it out of the factory.” 

she pauses to tie her hair up in a loose ponytail, huffs a few stray strands away from her face. “you enjoying your time off from being mayor, hancock? sorry i haven’t given you anything more exciting than the pack of ferals yesterday and that mirelurk down by the water, but give it time.”

[solussuperstes]

"Is there any machine you can't charm?" -nvalcntine, bc he is a Jerk(tm)

she laughs before she can help it, immediately burying her mouth in the corner of her elbow to mask the noise. he’s clever, nick, makes her laugh before she knows what she’s doing and manages to find a way to make her smile even when she can barely remember what it feels like. “that? that was pure luck.”

mina leans up from the terminal, glowing faintly in the darkness, and nods proudly. “i’m garbage with most computers, nick, can’t hack anything with a password longer than four letters to save my life.” luckily, she thinks absently, that hasn’t been the case yet, “pretty sure you’re the only tech that can tolerate me.” 

[solussuperstes]

lastfulcrum‌:

eyes skitter over to the newcomer for a moment, pausing his progress of loading a small bag for his next mission – letting them linger on her for a small beat, as if taking in anything that he needed to catalog about her before turning his dark gaze away again. and now, instead, examining a small plasma pistol before strapping it to the holster against his hip. he refrains from a low laugh at the question, responding shortly, “not exactly.” he assumes the female is the one from the vault that deacon had vouched for to desdemona – she had been making waves across the commonwealth, and while he didn’t make it his job to know everything about everyone ( just the people he needed to be interested in ) like deacon did, he kept his ears open. “i’m never here much – or long.” his job – his missions – kept him in the commonwealth more than he was ever at hq. “you’re deacon’s newcomer, aren’t you? take everything he says with a large grain of salt.”

“ah,” she replies somewhat lamely, because she doesn’t know enough yet to determine what exactly that means, except to take it to mean he’s out in the field more often than not. mina distantly wonders how many are in the railroad altogether, or at least sympathizers. “i mean, it is a nice basement, all things considered, historic even,  but i can see why you might enjoy a little bit more fresh air.”

“more like a couple handfuls of salt,” mina smiles before she can help it, “he, uh, turns out he was following me for a few weeks. right in front of my eyes the whole time and didn’t put it together until the end. they were good disguises, i’ll give him that.” a pause, her head lilting slightly to the side. “what’s your name, or alias, i guess?”

[solussuperstes]

ncrgrunt‌:

he’s not surprised that it’s OBVIOUS that he’s new around these parts. boone still doesn’t know how to carry himself. the commonwealth reminds him of the mojave, but there’s much more vegetation here. it’s colder here, which is its own battle… but it’s better than the HEAT on the desert. boone crosses his arms, eying the woman before him. “yeah… saw that.” he mumbles. he’d looked around diamond city, but it felt… it wasn’t as lively as new vegas, and the people seemed more standoffish. “where is – goodneighbor?” it’s not easy for him to navigate these streets. it’s much more complicated than the strip. “you take me over there, and i’ll make it worth your while.” 

she doesn’t have the heart to tell him that she’s barely qualified to lead anyone anywhere, tucks a few loose strands of hair behind her ear in thought. (mina had known boston inside and out before the bombs, but two hundred years of rubble and collapsed steel have made the city all but irrecognizable to her now.) “it’s north of here, couple hours walk pending no ghouls, raiders or otherwise nasty run-ins.”

everyone’s first time in goodneighbor is an experience, she thinks with the briefest glimmer of amusement, might as well make sure this guy isn’t denied his own. “so long as i have your word you’re not gonna’ shoot me in the back first step i take outta’ here,” she states plainly, a strange sort of counter offer, but a necessary one, “i take it you’re pretty new here, huh? commonwealth can take some adjusting to, but it’s not bad.” 

[solussuperstes]

[worldturned-archived-blog]

SOMETIMES YOU’RE TOO FAR GONE. SOMETIMES YOU DON’T COME BACK.

independent private and selective shane walsh of amc’s hit television show the walking dead.   canon divergent and headcanon based. multiship, multiverse, and oc/crossover friendly.                                                                   by catie.