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[sanctuscor-blog]

Memory of a Simple Time

The dust lazily moved with the wind across the decrepit capital. Sometimes the creak or groan of old steel would send it’s screams across the empty area. Scavengers picked at old memories buried in the rubble and people simply survived. Humanity never gave up. 

Liam quietly made his way through the forgotten ruins making mental notes of areas that may be worth looking into later. It had been two years since the events of Project Purity and a month since he had been given the rank Sentinel. It was strange to given such high regard now. 

He looked down at his pip boy making a mark on the map before pausing. He had noticed someone following him for quite awhile now. He moved quickly into a hiding spot. 

[lyoniiisms]

I follow you because I love sarah and I love making you suffer

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[wandercr-archive-blog]

@prydvven

            ❛ Was. . . getting rid of Danse really necessary? ❜ Rather than furious, her voice fell dull and listless. She had grown used to this, hadn’t she? Decisions driven by bigotry were common in the Brotherhood. ❛ There was no proof that he was working with the Institute; he could have been an escaped synth for all we know! ❜ Of course, neither Maxson nor Sole had seemed entirely concerned with that. Eliana had never been particularly fond of Danse; they hadn’t seen eye-to-eye, but she wouldn’t have wished this upon anyone. ❛ I think it was a reckless decision driven by fear. He was always loyal to you. ❜

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I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

[flowerbreather-blog]

@prydvven

                The Vault Dweller was off doing something aboard the Prydwen. Grognak had been given free reign to explore the ship. The Brotherhood of Steel——her heroes——she was in their base. Where all the Commonwealth saving magic happened. A scream wishes to escape her—— a scream of joy, that is. She had already poked around every room, and had somehow worked her way into the Elder's quarters, figuring that it was just another room. However, upon hearing the steps of another and turning to see who it was, the shock of the encounter had been all too much and she'd tripped in moving in her haste.

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[ prydvven​ ]

                             SOMETHING SHATTERS ———– small, just a vein through the ice of his exterior. A frown twisted too tight, a tooth sawed into lip. He shies his chin away, gaze quiet and still, underbelly of a rolling wave.

❛  I’m sorry.  ❜

SHE REMAINED silent for a time, her gaze like a blade cutting through flesh. Her words weren’t meant to be so coarse, to be so vulgar. It simply slipped from her tongue, slick like oil. 

            “Don’t be sorry. Just don’t act in such a way towards me again.” 

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“I’m holding on to all the pieces of my heart’s debris, ‘til it’s time. I’ll pull it together and fix myself eventually, I know it’s mine.”

She’d been repairing a suit of power armour she’d rescued from the hands of raiders, so Stella was covered in dirt and grease, and possibly a thousand little cuts and scrapes. She probably smelled of sweat and steel herself.

Her only warning was the sound of the Vertibird lowering and dropping Elder Maxson off, and the sound of a squad of Paladins running over to the bridge to guard it while Arthur visited.

“Ah, fur die lieben...I told them no vertibirds in Sanctuary, but they don’t listen...” She grumbled, doing her best to wipe herself down and look presentable in her mechanic’s coveralls and tanktop, with a bandanna tied around her head in the classic pinup style.

“Apologies, Elder Maxson, for my appearance. Had I known you were visiting, I’d have cleaned up beforehand. You...caught me a little off guard.”