Stella Greyson, Survivor

Power armour, laser weapons, and a glass of bourbon.

[pulviset-umbra-blog]

      “Haha, okay, you’ve had your fun, now can I have my shirt back please?”

[stellagreyson]

“Nah. I think I’ll hold onto it for a little longer.” Stella idly twirls the shirt in the air, swirling her glass of whiskey for a moment before taking another swig.

“I think the look suits you.”

[an-exotic-writer]

five word prompts

[unveilingtrutharchive]

an-exotic-writer:

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

[cryohedron]

I wonder what kind of loot I’ll drop when I die

[pangodillo]

new ask meme, tell me what kind of loot I’ll drop when I die

[sentinel-kane-blog]

Stella stands outside of Marec's quarters, her palm resting on the closed door. She let out a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She'd been away on a mission for the Brotherhood for so long, she didn't even know what had happened back on the Prydwen in the meantime. Would he even still want her? Taking another deep breath, she rapped her knuckles on the heavy steel door, and waited.

“Come In.” Merek said, not fully prepared for who exactly was going to walk through that door. Truth be told he missed Stella, a lot. But he was trying his best to not let it effect him and his duties.

When the door finally opened he briefly glanced up from his terminal, but had to stop himself and stare at her with wide eyes. “S-Stella…?”

[stellagreyson]

She had that shy, goofy smile playing on her lips, tugging at the corners and scrunching at her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and she fidgeted, much like a schoolgirl. This was the woman who’d fought Deathclaws at melee range and had taken down the Institute.

“Hiya, stranger.”

[sentinel-kane-blog]

“Don’t just stand there.” He said quickly pushing away from his desk and rushing over to her. “Ive missed you so fucking much.” The sentinel finished as he trapped her in a large embrace “I knew you couldn’t be dead, but I wasn’t sure id see you again.” All he wanted was to lock the door and hold her close for the rest of the week.

[stellagreyson]

Her arms wrapped around him tightly, her face buried in his chest. She inhaled his scent deeply, a mixture of sweat and steel and…Maybe whiskey? No matter, she nuzzled at his neck, placing gentle kisses along his collarbone, one after another.

She clung to him tightly, afraid that if she’d loosened her grip even a little, something would come about and take him away, separate them forever.

“I missed you, too.”

She gave him a gentle push into his room, letting the door close behind them with a gentle hiss. She finished her mission, attended the debriefing, and now the world could wait for a while.

[sentinel-kane-blog]

As soon as the door closed he quickly moved to kiss her with months of unleashed passion and just about every other emotion that was held back while she was gone.

“You dont exactly understand just how much I missed you and every little thing about you.”

His hands soon began wandering, re-remembering every inch of her body. Gently he began stepping back towards his bed in the corner of the quarters. “I love you…” He whispered totally content to spend his next few weeks with just her.

[stellagreyson]

Stella stops his hands from wandering for a moment, taking them into hers and giving them a squeeze.

“I need to show you something important, first.” She says quietly, a hint of anxiety in her voice once again. She lifts his hands up, palm up, letting him know to hold them like that so she could put something in them, apparently.

She began to unzip the leather jacket she was wearing, tugging it off and draping it over the back of a nearby chair. She wore a cream coloured military-style tank top beneath, and you could see the wide array of scars all across her arms and shoulders.

More impressively, now, was her right arm; it bore a brand new tattoo that covered three-quarters of her arm. It depicted the Norse god Tyr, with his arm getting bit off by the giant wolf Fenrir, and the ensuing battle during Ragnarok. Around her bicep she wore an intricate arm band, the jewels seeming to shimmer and glow in the dim light of the Prydwen’s chambers.

She ran her left hand over her wrist, idly tracing out the runes and patterns inked into her arm before she took a hold of it just under her forearm. With a twist that would have broken any normal person’s bone, her arm /detached/ with a soft sigh, the band around her arm seeming to dim almost.

She set the prosthetic into Marec’s hands, what remained of her arm ending just below her elbow, the skin still red and irritated looking, despite having been expertly cauterized and taken care of. How recent was the amputation?

Her eyes were downcast, looking at anything but her amputated arm and the freakishly real prosthetic that now sat in Marec’s hands. It was clearly something she was still struggling with.

[sentinel-kane-blog]

Stella stands outside of Marec's quarters, her palm resting on the closed door. She let out a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She'd been away on a mission for the Brotherhood for so long, she didn't even know what had happened back on the Prydwen in the meantime. Would he even still want her? Taking another deep breath, she rapped her knuckles on the heavy steel door, and waited.

“Come In.” Merek said, not fully prepared for who exactly was going to walk through that door. Truth be told he missed Stella, a lot. But he was trying his best to not let it effect him and his duties.

When the door finally opened he briefly glanced up from his terminal, but had to stop himself and stare at her with wide eyes. “S-Stella…?”

[stellagreyson]

She had that shy, goofy smile playing on her lips, tugging at the corners and scrunching at her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and she fidgeted, much like a schoolgirl. This was the woman who’d fought Deathclaws at melee range and had taken down the Institute.

“Hiya, stranger.”

[sentinel-kane-blog]

“Don’t just stand there.” He said quickly pushing away from his desk and rushing over to her. “Ive missed you so fucking much.” The sentinel finished as he trapped her in a large embrace “I knew you couldn’t be dead, but I wasn’t sure id see you again.” All he wanted was to lock the door and hold her close for the rest of the week.

[stellagreyson]

Her arms wrapped around him tightly, her face buried in his chest. She inhaled his scent deeply, a mixture of sweat and steel and...Maybe whiskey? No matter, she nuzzled at his neck, placing gentle kisses along his collarbone, one after another.

She clung to him tightly, afraid that if she’d loosened her grip even a little, something would come about and take him away, separate them forever.

“I missed you, too.”

She gave him a gentle push into his room, letting the door close behind them with a gentle hiss. She finished her mission, attended the debriefing, and now the world could wait for a while.

[sentinel-kane-blog]

Stella stands outside of Marec's quarters, her palm resting on the closed door. She let out a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She'd been away on a mission for the Brotherhood for so long, she didn't even know what had happened back on the Prydwen in the meantime. Would he even still want her? Taking another deep breath, she rapped her knuckles on the heavy steel door, and waited.

“Come In.” Merek said, not fully prepared for who exactly was going to walk through that door. Truth be told he missed Stella, a lot. But he was trying his best to not let it effect him and his duties.

When the door finally opened he briefly glanced up from his terminal, but had to stop himself and stare at her with wide eyes. “S-Stella…?”

[stellagreyson]

She had that shy, goofy smile playing on her lips, tugging at the corners and scrunching at her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and she fidgeted, much like a schoolgirl. This was the woman who’d fought Deathclaws at melee range and had taken down the Institute.

“Hiya, stranger.”

[stellagreyson]

(( Oh man...where did everyone go? :( My dash is so dead and I’m hella craving some rp right now. D: I picked an awful time to come back, didn’t I? ))

[memeroundups]

Send ‘a moment of weakness’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is out of it, needing release.

My muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is in a haze, needing release.

Your muse is being beat up by mine, something your muse did must of been the last straw.

My muse is being beat up by yours, something they did must of been the last straw.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is being punished by mine.

My muse is being punished by yours.

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

My muse has blackmail over yours.

Your muse catches mine naked.

My muse catches yours naked.

Mun chooses.

[stellagreyson]

hELLO AGAIN, WASTELANDERS

I apologize for disappearing without notice. Shit went down, got a new job that I now hate, but I'm feeling inspired and I hope to be around more now <3 PS I made a friend IRL who looks EXACTLY like Maxson literally like a week after I got together with my boyfriend. I wanted to punch a wall. But hey, at least I have a Maxson-friend now :D

[stellagreyson]

(( I’m still alive <_> mostly. Work has just been dumb lately and my social life exploded into existence. I’ll start being around more in a few days. Poke me if you want starters or something~ ))

[stellagreyson]

(( OH MY GOD.

Guys I am so sorry for disappearing @_@ work got crazy and so did depression and suddenly my life is Fast & Furious and i’ll be around a lot more now, I promise! Replies to happen soon!

In the meantime, like for a starter if you’d like something new <3 ))

[stellagreyson]

Calves

[[ fukken... boot to the head >:| ]]

[stellagreyson]

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection

Hair: Yearning

Ear: "I want you to hear me out."

Nose: "You're so cute."

Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion

Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain

Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear

Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."

Over the heart: "I love you."

Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust

Hip: Interest

Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day

Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"

Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for

Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."

Fingers: Friendship/amicable

Wrist: Fear of losing you

Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."

Chin: Beauty/attractiveness

Thigh: Sympathy/empathy

Calves: "I will cause you pain."

Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty

[jhaithulier]

~ Some beauty shots of Danse *shrugs* Just because he’s beautiful and making screens of him makes me feel better. I love all his wrinkles and scars and the slight discolorations, everything.

Also testing LUTS preset for Photorealistic Commonwealth ENB

[gvnshine-deactivated20221123]

Fallout 4 Sentence Meme.

I’ve been crazy obsessed with this game, and got bored enough to make a sentence meme out of it. There is SO much dialogue in this game that I’m sure I missed HUNDREDS of really good quotes. But yeah, this is a pretty long one, so most of it is hiding underneath the cut. Most quotes are from companions bc they are the best. I’ll probably end up making a part 2 to this if I decide to gather up more quotes. 

“War never changes.”

“I can’t wait for the world to end!”

“I’ll find who did this. And I’ll get [ name ] back. I promise.“ 

“I’m calling it right here. This world can officially bite my ass.”

“I woke up, and the world still sucks. Today’s been great.”

“It was just me and a thousand guinea pigs. They turned… carnivorous.“ 

"Here’s your story: ‘local man/woman says "no”.  

“Oh, I woke up here. Just me, my underwear, and regret.”

“[ name ]! It’s me, your old pal, Shamus / Marie McFuckYourself!”

“Next time I have to watch someone’s life story, I want popcorn.”

“God damn it, you mercenary mother fucker, Where. Is. My. Son/Daughter?!" 

“In a hundred years, when I die, I hope I go to hell just so I can kill you all over again.”

"Ready to fuck some shit up?”

“As long as it doesn’t involve petroleum jelly and rubber gloves, I’m ready.”

“Uh, I’m here to pick up an order. Two large pepperonis and a calzone. Name is ‘Fuck You’.”

“Look dumb ass, that’s not how baseball was played.”

“Drink. Some. Water.”

“You think I inject myself with all that shit and drink myself drunk because I’m a "tough gal/guy?”“

"Heh. I dunno. Seemed quite the performance from where I was standin’.”

“Rather be off murdering a pint, but this’ll do.”

“We’d move faster if you’d keep your eyes on the road and off my arse.”

“Only thing better'n gettin’ pissed is pickin’ a fight. Am I right?”

“Aww, and here I thought you wanted to snuggle. ”

“How can something this beautiful exist in such a fucked up world?”

Keep reading

[stellagreyson]

(( @advxctorium ))

Imagine this:

Danse comes home after working all day with Sturges on various settlement-related things; more security, fixing up walls, overseeing some of the training of the minutemen. He finds Stella lying in bed, reading something lazily, a pillow tucked behind her as she’s half sitting, half lying there comfortably.

She looks up, her tired expression lighting up at the sight of him; even when her pregnancy made her exhausted and had her throwing up most of the day, she always found energy for Danse.

“Hiya, handsome.” She greets, setting the book off to the side and greeting him with open arms as he sits down at the edge of the bed gently. He didn’t want to shake things too much and unintentionally make her sick.

“Heya, beautiful.” He kicks off his boots, throws off his dirty shirt and pants and crawls into bed with her in his boxer-briefs for a bit; he can stay dirty for a little longer, just for Stella.

She embraces him, greeting him with those sweet kisses of hers that she never seemed to run out of. Her eyes sparkle and meet his as she breaks their kiss. His hands move to pull up her shirt and expose her large belly, where his two beautiful children grow more and more every day. Softly, he runs a hand over her soft skin, unmarred despite everything that the Wasteland has thrown at her.

“I hope they’re not giving you too much trouble.” He says quietly, afraid that if he was too loud, he’d somehow disturb the unborn babies within her. He leans down, placing a gentle kiss at the apex of her belly, and Stella giggles lightly, his stubble tickling her. One of her hands snakes into his hair as he lays his head down atop of her briefly, listening.

“So far, so good.” She says, stroking his dark mane affectionately.

“Good.”

Suddenly, he feels something - a kick! - and pulls his head back immediately, staring wide-eyed at her belly, then looking up at Stella’s grinning face.

“That’s the first time either of them have done that. I think they know daddy’s nearby.” Stella explains, watching as Danse’s face goes from worry to sheer joy. He was there for their first kick! He leans down to place another gentle kiss on her belly, feeling that familiar sensation of the babies moving within her once more.

“They’re excited to meet you.”

Pride swells within Danse, and he moves up to embrace Stella closely, to catch her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that seems to last forever.

Only Stella could make him forget his troubles. Only their children could make the torment within him melt away.

[elijahcoldwell]