#vaultism

[generail-blog]

            he was a veteran, and he’d been in the commonwealth for some time. he’d shot plenty of things, people, creatures, one time, his own foot. he missed now and the, but this boy never seemed to miss a single thing ( from what he saw ). ❛ jesus, kid, you’re good with a gun. ❜ // @vaultism & starter call

[21ofspades]

4, 10, 20

4. Any addictions? (Food, sex, drugs/alcohol, shopping, power/control, etc.)

Not yet, but I do have loose character arc for her and chances of her becoming addicted to whiskey and med-x is pretty high. She has terrible coping skills so she turns to substances sometimes. But I might incorporate the blood money dlc into her backstory after a bit when I get a better handle on her character and she has terrible anxiety to began with so going through a toxic city surrounded by people threatening to kill her ghost people who can be killed then come back to life all with a bomb collar strapped to her neck worried that any moment her head is going to blow off just isn’t good on the nerves. So after that she became’s addicted to whiskey. And after the Old world blues dlc she gets addicted to med-x because of the sheath suit.

10. Some of their emotional shortcomings?

Roxy can be very judgmental about people. And once she’s decided one thing about someone she’s very unlikely to change her idea of them. It can lead to some tricky problems especially if she judged the person wrong. 

20. What is a self-inflicted misery of theirs? (i.e. something they perpetuate themselves) 

She blames herself for almost anything that goes wrong. If she wasn’t there, she blames herself for that, if she was too scared to do anything she calls herself a coward, if she was there and made a bad choice she thinks she’s an idiot. She’s very hard on herself. 

[empathetiic]

he keeps smashing the iron pipe over the man's head. over and over, blood everywhere. The ground, his own face, his clothes. he finally looks down at the man, and his face is damaged so much that he can hardly recognize him. But he does. His friend Michael is lifeless before him, his blood staining Avery's hands.

the synth woke up so fast that he almost lost his breath,taking time to get himself back together, but he did feeldifferent. he wanted to---stop. the dream was so vivid thatchills crawled over his spine like it was a slip and slide.sure, he would never hurt michael unless michael gavehim a reason to. hell, even then he was afraid to hurtmichael. he helped michael out because he cared abouthim. he had to do something to calm himself down andfast. looking around the empty and enclosed room, hesaw no trace of michael, so with very light steps, he wentto the place where michael was suppose to be. the livingroom. and he was.

sure that brought calamity to him, but his eyes glistenedin the darkness that filled the room and all he wanted todo was----stop. no, he had to stop. his body was movingwithout his will, calmly and almost eerie towards the sleepingmale. he wanted to. so badly. but this was not him. theperson that wrapped his cold hands around michael’sneck, knowing that he could snap it like a twig and noone would know. no one would care. this wasn’t averythat wanted to simply break michael’s neck and rip hishead off his shoulders. he thought by then he found nocontrol, but his hands did not move. they were justwrapped around michael’s neck, not even doing forceto choke the other. and then avery just faded away.

morning came around and avery found himself laid ina pool of blood, a heart in his hand and the dead bodyof no-bark laying merely inches away from him. he wasnot going to kill michael, but he had to kill someone toforget the nightmare.

[rebclle]

‹ vaultism ›

Amata hadn’t been ready for the world that awaited her. None of them had been properly equipped to deal with their exile from their life-long home. Being the braver of the bunch, however, she had decided to make her way into the world, regardless. 

That hadn’t ended well, in any respect. Between being emotionally distraught and physically incapable of some necessary wasteland feats, she had found herself in the middle of a pack of raiders. Her softness easily identified her as a vaultie. Shiny, smooth hair -- semi-clean clothing; she was clearly not wasteland born and bred.

They knocked her clean out within a matter of seconds. A group of waste-hardened bandits were hardly any sort of adversary for a young woman from a vault. Something heavy hit the back of Amata’s head, her legs crumpled beneath her, and she was sent crashing into the ground, a plume of dust rising around her body.

[rebclle]

♣ = discovering them crying . //if you're doing these...?

amata’s reaction to finding michael crying ( not accepting )

      Butch and his friends had tormented both children practically       since their infancy, but it had rapidly devolved into violence       not too long after Michael’s tenth birthday. It wasn’t unusual       for him to leave class without a bruise or two, but this time he       was bleeding. Salty tears mixed with the blood steadily       dripping from his nostrils. Amata’s eyes went wide with fright,       and she wrung her hands together for a moment -- stuck between      comforting her friend and rushing for help. After a few seconds, she      decided on the latter. His dad would know what to do.

         “I’ll go get your dad. Just -- wait right here, Michael!”

[empathetiic]

❝ until you tried to 🔪 K I L L 🔪 me. ❞

vaultism

[thelxnewanderer-blog]

dear person I hate

vaultism

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear Colonel Autumn,

I’m planning to leave this letter on the corpse of the next Enclave soldier that I kill. That should send a pretty clear message as to my feelings about you.

You murdered my father.

I don’t care if it was technically his own actions that killed him, you were the one who forced him into those actions. You are his murderer, and, I swear, you will pay for that.

You took away the only good thing that I had. My only family. My only real friend. The best person that I have ever known and the person I love more than anything is gone. And I will kill you for taking him away.

This is not a warning. There is no point in warning you, because I am going to kill you. This is merely a notification, so that you can say goodbye to people, make arrangements. So that you can do all of the things that my dad should have been able to do, a long time from now, when it was his time to die.

This is your death sentence, Autumn.

See you soon.

[empathetiic]

Michael and Avery bromance

ship rating | accepting

Avery X Michael gets a 9.Side note: needs more cute shit.