bombcollar.
other people: i can’t RP villains :(( being mean is so hard omg :(
me:
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Cosmic Funnies
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KIROKAZE

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RMH
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Andulka

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bombcollar.
other people: i can’t RP villains :(( being mean is so hard omg :(
me:
Reblog if you are A FILTHY SYNTH
the-gr3y.
The brotherhood will eradicate all you filthy abominations, Ad Victoriam!
kidmanjuli.
“People of the Commonwealth! Do not interfere. Our intentions are peaceful. We are the Brotherhood of Steel.”
We will never be the same again. But here’s a little secret for you—no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren’t that person anymore, and everything changes once again.
(Cecil, Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 75) That is legitimately some of the most helpful advice I’ve ever heard.
– OH, I’M READY. QUESTION IS ... ARE YOU?
Once you get this, share 5 random facts about yourself. then, pass this on to 10 of your favorite followers.
Tagged By: army dad @frostreborn
01. I am double-jointed in my thumbs. 02. Fallout 4 was the very first game I played in the series. 03. I have far too many blogs to count. It’s because of an overactive imagination and when I make a blog, I am bound to develop an idea for another character two-five days later. 04. I love animals. Dogs, cats, all of them. 05. I have a fairly strong immune system. The weakest I’ve been was when I contracted Pneumonia, but it only lasted for three days because I actually rested ( unlike my brother, whose Pneumonia took a couple weeks to wash away ). This was two years ago.
Tagging. I have no idea. Do it if you wish.
Reblog if you don’t mind OC x Canon ships
I. THE DEVIL DRESSED AS AN ANGEL .
Aaron O’Crowley is sui generis ( an enigma ; a ghost of The Commonwealth ). There is a heinous air about him, and variagated inquiries oft slip from whispering lips. Some say he originates from Diamond City, others Goodneighbor. It is the MYSTIFICATION he canonizes – the portrayal of a man with no name but a radiant smile.
RECRUITMENT (THE STRANGER): The Sole Survivor acquires an atypical letter upon arrival to Sanctuary on a Friday, a cryptic directive of sketches and phonetics that necessitates an individual adept at cryptography. After descrying the message, they are instructed to tailgate a series of footprints ( indented in the dirt on purpose ) until the visage of a man enters their vision, and the exchange begins. The Stranger, he refers himself as, sees the Sole Survivor as his best bet of infiltrating The Institute. His agenda? Obscured in the shadowy haze, best left for future discourse. However, he has a soft spot for sappy stories and aids the Sole Survivor in the journey to find their son.
KARMA: Chaotic Good. ROMANCE: Male or male-presenting persons. SPECIES: Human. PERK: ‘ Silvertongue, ‘ boosts the Sole Survivor’s charisma / chances of successful persuasions in a conversation, but ONLY if he is with them. BASE S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 STR. 10 PE. 8 EU. 10 CH. 9 INT. 6 AGI. 8 LK.
HE LOVES:
Sympathetic comments.
Conversations about science and engineering.
Lighthearted drinking.
Being given comic books.
Telling The Institute to go fuck themselves.
HE LIKES:
Aiding settlements.
Peace / less tension between The Railroad, B.O.S, and Minutemen.
Exposing the truth of wrongdoers.
Apprehending criminals as The Silver Shroud.
Giving him personal space.
HE DISLIKES:
Stealing from the poor.
Undesirable judgments toward those trying to redeem themselves.
Unsighted contempt for Synths and Ghouls.
Handing Billy over to the Gunners.
Destroying the Prydwen.
HE HATES:
Alignment with The Institute.
Continual intrusiveness into his past / about his name.
Giving the Courser Chip to The Railroad.
Not saving Synth!Shaun prior to the detonation.
Not alerting any Institute citizens before pressing the button.
COMMENTS WHEN THE SOLE SURVIVOR PICKS UP JUNK:
1. “Building a fort out of that?” 2. “It better be useful.” 3. “Uh ... huh.”
COMMENTS IF ACCOMPANYING THE SOLE SURVIVOR IN THE GLOWING SEA:
1. “I dislike the color green.” 2. “A bunch of nut cases ...” ( Directed at the Children of Atom. ) 3. “Radiation does not affect me much. Don’t worry.”
COMMENT ON THE SOLE SURVIVOR’S DEAD SPOUSE: “Oh ... Oh ... I’ll ... leave.” COMMENT OF THE MORNING AFTER: “Show me more about those deft hands of yours...”
TRIVIA ON “THE STRANGER:”
In Sanctuary, he is often seen petting / playing / talking with Dogmeat ( if not taken with the Sole Survivor ).
Rumored to be a descendant of George Washington.
Has lived in Goodneighbor for a certain amount of years, under the guise of a bartender.
Is a polyglot and excluding English, can speak fluent Greek, Russian, and Latin.
Both eyes are cybernetic prosthesis, an electrifying shade of green. His original eye color was hazel.
Has no personal quest.
frostreborn.
@svntinel
❝ You head on in there, Prydwen ain’t really my style. ‘Sides, kind a’ like hangin’ over the balcony n’ lookin’ at the shit below. ❞
❝ I am not asking you to board the Prydwen. ❞
Lips pressed thinly, shoulders rolled and the SENTINEL reclined over the railing.
❝ The shit down below is FAR more attractive than the shit hidden u n d e r your bed. ❞
VERIFICATION: The Institute.
( @saviores. )
The pandemonium that concatenated all transpired fortuity ( obliteration ; atrocious shrieks of life bereaved from man and woman alike ; of claret gore not his own ) habituates his brain like a pugnacious parasite. Imprisoned convulsion jeopardized treasured stability, and its tendrils sought to ensnare his heart. It was nothing, Aaron would say with an aside. Nothing compassed a multitude of definitions. ( It was the mostly ghastly word in the English vernacular, second to ALONE. ) And prolonged aide bestowed unto this stranger nourished the exclusive paroxysms.
Cobalt orbs scrutinized, and it was perceivable which one was a prosthesis ( a trivial discoloration, otherwise nigh-indistinguishable ). Asperous hands fished for a Radaway and Rad-X to part with ( few and far between, these ointments were -- inordinate, as well, but worth every cap ), and he willingly lent the hand to the stranger.
❝ The Commonwealth is no more; an unforgiving arena of Social Darwinism. If you want an aegis against RADIATION, here are some items that can aide you. ❞