I know it’s been done before but i’m thinking about writing a fic about the Lone Wanderer and Butch going to the Mojave



#interview with the vampire#iwtv#the vampire armand#assad zaman



seen from France

seen from United States
seen from Japan
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Netherlands
seen from Brazil
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Morocco
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from China

seen from United States
I know it’s been done before but i’m thinking about writing a fic about the Lone Wanderer and Butch going to the Mojave
I can’t wait for this generation of Fallout players to become grandparents
daughter: Mee-maw, how did u and Pa meet?
“Mee-maw”, drinking Irish mules from a Pip-boy mug and smoking a joint rolled in Fallout themed paper: it all started when ur Pa shot me in the neck with a 10mm pistol
Went back to a classic. Fallout 3. Here is my new character Alexia. She a saint and is pretty rad if I say so myself.
First kill but not the last.
whats the difference
Synthetic Love
miniature shitstain of a fanfic between Nate and Curie He waited patiently in bed, Nate, a fair-haired original Vault Dweller. With him was Curie, slipping into what she wore through the night. Her mind wandered everywhere- the sights, the smells, all of them foreign. But at this place, by his side, she felt at home. This "love"- it wasn't for science, it was for herself, possibly the only thing she'd ever actually claimed. Her original manufacturers wouldn't allow a machine to own property - but through the Railroad, she was finally free. She crept into the covers beside him. Nate didn't mind this. He loved her so, the way she lit up at the sight of him, that crisp and refreshing air of the Commonwealth filling her lungs each moment she took a breath. This was, of course, new to her as well. She lay next to her lover - a hand grazed her hair. Nate's. The spinning continued, not of the environment, but of her emotions. He sighed. "I love you, Curie." There were no words, only a motion as she snuggled closer to him and drifted to sleep.
does anyone else have to physically control their breathing when preston garvey pulls out that giant fucking flame thrower to incinerate some chrome dome synth bitches
or is that just me
So while playing fallout tonight I went back to the castle really quick and was hauling around the cosplaying trash Egg™️ and when we got there he called the Minutemen a bunch of rednecks and that bitch is so lucky he didn’t catch the other end of my fucking gauss rifle