#longfellow

[m-u-n-c-h-y]

Day 6: DLC and Radio

Longfellow said he doesn't really dance and hour before this...

A little piece for day six of @falloutocweek's Fallout OC Week. I decided to draw an old favorite of my fallout OC's Maude, who can predominantly found in the Far Harbor DLC. I ship her with Longfellow, so... They dancin' <3

[flicorian]

Panther on Bookcase (1987)

[eirene]

Minnehaha, 1871

Émile Vernet-Lecomte

[shutterandsentence]

And in despair I bowed my head; “There is no peace on earth,” I said;     “For hate is strong,     And mocks the song  Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: “God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;     The Wrong shall fail,     The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men.”

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day"

Photo: Galena, Illinois

[goodneighborxfallout]

I just found your blog, it's really cool you're doing this!

Anyway, how do you think the companions would react to Sole being seriously injured/nearly dying?

Thanks for requesting! Sorry it took me so long to write this.

Cait: “Shit, shit, shit! You better not die on me, Sole!” she’ll curse while picking you up from the ground and hauling you over to the nearest doctor she can find. She will threaten and beat up anyone to get you the help you need as fast as possible. 

Codsworth: “Sir/Mum, please hold on!” Codsworth will frantically try any sort of first aid he can to stabilize you. He won’t admit it to himself, but he is not optimistic about your survival chances because his Mr. Handy body does not allow him to pick you up and get you help. He’ll have to find a way to get help to you and that will take double the amount of time. 

Curie: Curie will be the most calm and collected. Being a doctor, she has experience patching people up and she knows panicking will only make things worse. With Curie by your side, you are in good hands. She’ll do whatever she can with the current equipment she has and once you are stabilized she will bring you to either a hospital or a friendly settlement to nurse you back to health completely. 

Danse: Danse might freeze for a second. Instinctively, he recalls Brotherhood protocol but he hesitates because he also knows how harsh that protocol can be. You are not just any soldier, you’re you, and no part of him is willing to risk you dying just because the protocol doesn’t care for your survival as much as he does. So instead, he’ll forgo protocol, forgo the mission in general if necessary and bring you to safety. 

Deacon: “It’s just a flesh wound. Carrington will patch you right up,” is what he tells you to keep you calm, but he himself does not believe it. Your condition is a lot more severe than he is letting on and he has to try hard not to openly panic. Luckily, Deacon knows his way around the Commonwealth pretty well, so he’ll pick you up and take the fastest and safest way back to HQ, all the while cracking some lighthearted jokes to keep you smiling. 

Gage: Raiders are mostly not known for their medical skills. The lifestyle Gage chose is one where death is accepted. However, raiders often also stock up on drugs. He himself is not a fan of it, but he does know where others hide their caches around Nuka World. So he’ll give you some buffout and med-x, and then haul you over to the nearest doctor after which he goes off on his own for a bit. Gage normally doesn’t care when others die, but seeing you close to death made him panic, which made him realize that he’s grown attached to you. He is not sure how he feels about that and needs some time alone to reflect. 

Hancock: First and foremost, Hancock will get you to safety and bring you to a doctor for help. He’ll stay really calm during this. He won’t show you how he feels and he’ll just focus on reassuring you with comforting words. However, he also won’t stick around when the doctor is treating you because he will be hellbent on getting revenge on the people who dared to hurt you.  “You’re in good hands here, Sunshine. I have to go take care of something.” 

Longfellow: “Told you the island would eat you alive,” he mumbled while dragging you back to the doctor in Far Harbor. Longfellow hasn’t gotten attached to someone in a long time, and even though he likes your company, he always kept himself shielded. Of course, he hopes that you’ll pull through, but he’s not panicked or upset. Most people die in the fog, so why not you too? 

MacCready: Mac is a survivor. He’s been fighting since he was a little kid and he’s found himself in countless hazardous situations. Therefore, MacCready is wise enough to not go out without some healing supplies on hand. Still, he panics seeing someone he cares for so dangerously hurt, and will fumble around looking for a stimpak in his backpack, finally emptying all its contents out onto the ground to find it more easily.  

Nick: “I ain’t gonna lie kid, it’s not looking good. How are you feeling? You think you can walk?” Nick has lived a long life - even if doesn’t see all of his memories as his own -, he’s lost a lot of people and in his line of work a happy ending is mostly not the outcome. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care or that he won’t try everything he can to save you, it just means he’s good at staying calm and collected during these kinds of situations. 

Piper: “You’re not going to die out here, Sole! I promise!" Piper will quickly administer a stim, then put your arm over her shoulder and drag you to the nearest doctor. She’ll try to remain calm but small things give away that she’s panicking, like having trouble aiming her gun right at enemies along the way, and losing her temper at every obstacle you encounter. 

Preston: “Come on, general! You can pull through!” Preston will be terrified of losing you. While carrying you to the closest doctor around, he’ll still beg anyone he meets along the way for help. 

Strong: “Human fight well! Now die like warrior.”  

X6-88: “The Institute needs you, sir/ma’am.” He’ll administer a stimpak and will then ask you to teleport back to the institute for further treatment.

[danskjavlarna]

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It's macabre -- my collection of vintage death imagery.

[michaelmoonsbookshop]

Nature Poems of Longfellow

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[vomittedsoap]

Some boat-themed poetry from my favorite poetry book...thought some of y'all boat people might find them as interesting as I do.

I started memorizing poetry in 5th grade and have been interested in it ever since. But only like.... poetry for amateurs. I don't have the brain for the avant-garde stuff. But I do know that I like boats.

THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS below the cut

(my favorite, I memorized about half in 8th grade while cowering in the corner at summer camp)

The Wreck of the Hesperus

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It was the schooner Hesperus,       That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr,       To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,       Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,       That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm,       His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow       The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailòr,       Had sailed to the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port,       For I fear a hurricane. "Last night, the moon had a golden ring,       And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,       And a scornful laugh laughed he. Colder and louder blew the wind,       A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine,       And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain       The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,       Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughtèr,       And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale       That ever wind did blow." He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat       Against the stinging blast; He cut a rope from a broken spar,       And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring,       Oh say, what may it be?" "'T is a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!" —       And he steered for the open sea. "O father! I hear the sound of guns,       Oh say, what may it be?" "Some ship in distress, that cannot live       In such an angry sea!" "O father! I see a gleaming light,       Oh say, what may it be?" But the father answered never a word,       A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,       With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow       On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed       That savèd she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave       On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear,       Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept       Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between       A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf       On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows,       She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew       Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves       Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side       Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,       With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank,       Ho! ho! the breakers roared! At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,       A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair,       Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast,       The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,       On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,       In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this,       On the reef of Norman's Woe!