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multimuse blog

Pendleton’s new home, a work in progress.

This blog will be dash only and I will be reblogging this three times, then I’ll be locking things up for good and archiving. 

All active threads will be carried over to the new multimuse.

Thanks! 

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multimuse blog

Pendleton’s new home, a work in progress.

This blog will be dash only and I will be reblogging this three times, then I’ll be locking things up for good and archiving. 

All active threads will be carried over to the new multimuse.

Thanks! 

[vaultbb-blog]

multimuse blog

Pendleton’s new home, a work in progress.

This blog will be dash only and I will be reblogging this three times, then I’ll be locking things up for good and archiving. 

All active threads will be carried over to the new multimuse.

Thanks! 

[vaultbb-blog]

multimuse blog

Pendleton’s new home, a work in progress.

This blog will be dash only and I will be reblogging this three times, then I’ll be locking things up for good and archiving. 

All active threads will be carried over to the new multimuse.

Thanks! 

[vaultbb-blog]

multimuse blog

Pendleton’s new home, a work in progress.

This blog will be dash only and I will be reblogging this three times, then I’ll be locking things up for good and archiving. 

All active threads will be carried over to the new multimuse.

Thanks! 

[vaultbb-blog]

multimuse blog

Pendleton’s new home, a work in progress.

This blog will be dash only and I will be reblogging this three times, then I’ll be locking things up for good and archiving. 

All active threads will be carried over to the new multimuse.

Thanks! 

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After some debating, I’m probably going to move Pendleton to a multimuse blog on a different account, along with a few of my other neglected muses for the sake of convenience. 

Hopefully my muse for him returns. If I don’t stay consistent in my writing I lose drive quickly, and that break really killed it for me. That, and I feel like people don’t have the drive to reply, which translates to me not being able to drive a story in an interesting enough direction to keep them engaged. It’s disheartening, but it’s no one’s fault but my own.

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[Starter] ~ Film Blanc

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mementomorphosis:

“Y-Yeah…” August ventured, brow furrowed, watching as Hancock not only chewed the scenery but absolutely eviscerated the surrounding landscape in a drug-fuelled haze. The ghoul was never really one for more jovial flicks. As far as he was concerned, unless the protagonist ended up dead, heartbroken or at least mildly upset by the end of the movie, there wasn’t much point. 

He chewed down another handful of chips. Damn. He’d almost forgotten how hungry he was. 

“So… um… d-did you go to the cinema much before the… War?” he asked, “I-I think the last thing I saw was… um… i-it had Gerald J. Jones as the lead… Destination… Destination: Anchorage, that’s it… Jesus, that was a bad film… Awful cinematography…”

He paused. He awkwardly glanced to Pendleton. 

“… I… I… I mean… um… no offence if you liked it… I just… I… I wasn’t much of a fan.”

“Oh gosh, you don’t have to worry! Even if I did like it, I wouldn’t want you to be untrue to your feelings just for my sake. You seem to know a lot more about this sort of thing anyways!” Pendleton seemed much happier focusing on August instead of the film, leaning back in his chair and giving the ghoul his full attention. 

“I never watched it, no. I only went to watch movies when-- uh.” Mentioning his wife was probably the last thing to do on a first date.

“-When my best friend wanted to go! She really loved movies. Horror movies mostly, I... can’t say I ever liked them much, but spending time with her was reason enough to go! Sometimes we just came down here to watch whatever was playing, which is how we ended up watching True Grit-”

Oh. 

“I-It’s had a lot of remakes, over the years, but I still like it..” 

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[Starter] ~ Film Blanc

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True Grit. True Grit. No, no memory of that movie. August frowned slightly, giving a brief glance to the increasingly twitchy Pendleton as he ate another stale chip. Of course, it was entirely possible that the man had somehow got ahold of a pre-War amateur production captured on film, which would explain the overall… ramshackle quality. It was also entirely possible that aliens existed and he’d wake up tomorrow with his skin back on. It all seemed to be a matter of perspective, this optimism business. 

His gaze returned to the flickering screen. Right. A ghoul. He was definitely a ghoul. He was… oh, for fuck’s sake, that was Hancock. That was tripping-balls Hancock in a spaghetti Western made from cardboard and plywood. Of course this just couldn’t be a regular pre-War film. Of course they had to make do with a stapled together hack-job because nothing better had survived the bombs. Of course he was this damn unlucky. 

August was just about to open his mouth to say something when the man himself appeared on-screen. Pendleton. As the mayor. Oh, he’d tried to disguise the fact; the moustache was, the ghoul noted, a valiant attempt, as well as the jacket and hat, but there was no hiding that startlingly blue vault suit. He strutted in front of the camera and tagged along with the ragtag group journeying in pursuit of the hired hand. 

August looked at the Pendleton in question sitting next to him. He seemed a little uncomfortable. He sighed a gentle sigh. God, he was being a bit of a dick, wasn’t he? 

“D… Do you want one…?” the ghoul ventured, holding out the can of chips. He paused. “Uh… T-That guy with the moustache is… um… he’s a pretty good… actor, huh?” 

“Hum?” Snapping out of his internal monologue, Pendleton took the offered chips as a welcomed distraction. He shot August a smile, taking one but only holding it as he looked back to the screen.

“Thank you.” 

The compliment caught him off guard. He figured August was a real smart sort, that he’d see through the disguise right away... of course he would never guess that August was just being nice. 

“Do you really think so?” His eyes lit up with that trademark oblivious nature he was so well known for, glancing back to the screen for only a second before shying away again. 

“I mean, I think everyone else is really good too! They all had-- uh, they all seem to be having a lot of fun! I like more light-hearted films.” Of course this rendition of True Grit was a lot more comical, if only because of Hancock being unable to take the plot seriously. 

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“For Valentine’s Day I’ve decided to try making cupcakes! The icing and the sprinkles were easy, but I guess it’s really tough to find flour these days, so I just mashed up some snack cakes and mixed them with icing to form cupcakes. I think it turned out pretty well!”

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"For Valentine's Day I've decided to try making cupcakes! The icing and the sprinkles were easy, but I guess it's really tough to find flour these days, so I just mashed up some snack cakes and mixed them with icing to form cupcakes. I think it turned out pretty well!"