𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴

[vaultfreed]

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everything  can  change  in  an  instant,  whether  or  not  you're  ready.  this  wasn't  the  world  i  wanted,  but  it  was  the  one  i  found  myself  in.  this  time  i'm  ready.  because  i  know  ...  war.  war  never  changes.

nathaniel  “nate”  miller  :  fallout  4  sole  survivor.  created  &  written  by  six  (30+  she/they).  oc,  multiverse  &  crossover  friendly.  iconless  &  plot  driven.  created  aug  2025.

𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂 :  the  path  of  vengeance,  wasteland  survival,  a  good  man  in  a  harsh  world,  holding  onto  hope,  finding  allies  in  strange  places,  chasing  ghosts,  the  reluctant  leader,  sacrifice  for  peace  &  standing  up  for  the  outcasts.

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚆𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷  𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  : @radiumradio / @grovecounty & @videsnoir

[vaultfreed]

i know i haven't been back long, but i think i need to put my blogs back on hiatus, this one and my fantasy multi. i've been doing bad mentally (bipolar), and my worry of being a bother or being too inadequate keeps putting things in my head and try as i might, i can't ignore it. i feel horrible, and no matter what i do, it doesn't help. so, some time away, some time offline, might help me stop over thinking. you can find me discord, i'll check in when i can, when i feel good. but right, i'm of no use anyone like this and it's best i have some down time.

[vaultfreed]

 in  the  21st  century,  people  awoke  from  the  american  dream.  years  of  consumption  lead  to  shortages  of  every  major  resource.  the  entire  world  unraveled.  peace  became  a  distant  memory.  it  is  now  the  year  2077.  we  stand  on  the  brink  of  total  war,  and  i  am  afraid.  for  myself,  for  my  wife,  for  my  infant  son  -  because  if  my  time  in  the  army  taught  me  one  thing:  it's  that  war,  war  never  changes.

                        NATHANIEL  'NATE'  MILLER  /  SOLE  SURVIVOR

[videsnoir]

SHE  HAD  NO  RIGHT  TO  BE  UP  IN  ARMS  ABOUT  IT,  for  she  knew  what  was  true  enough  but  hadn't  named  it.  casual  had  been  the  understanding,  hadn't  it?  no  expectations  or  promises.  depsite  the  fact  that  she  didn't  even  entertain  anyone  else  in  that  way.  despite  all  that,  whenever  she  caught  sight  of  his  truck  coming  down  the  drive,  something  yearning  and  foolish  woke  up  inside  her.  it  stayed  long  after  he  left;  it  just  ached  all  the  more.

  the  truck  hummed.  tires  eating  up  old  backroads  that  wound  through  stretches  of  pasture  and  pine.  ALL  THE  WHILE,  SHE  KNEW  SOMETHING  WAS  STILL  CHEWING  ON  HIM.  could  see  it  in  the  way  his  hands  sat  rigid  on  the  steering  wheel,  knuckles  pale  beneath  the  glow  of  passing  cars  and  a  waning  crescent  moon.  his  jaw  muscles  must  be  sore  by  now;  how  hard  he'd  been  tensing  them  since  the  bar,  since  she  conversed  with  a  friend. 

thinking  about  things.  bullshit—what  she  wants  to  say.  ❛  mmhm.  ❜ is  what  she  offered,  damn  near  biting  down  on  her  tongue  to  keep  it  from  running  back.  he  was  jealous;  she  knew  that.  it  didn't  irritate  her;  that  wasn't  the  catalyst  for  her  ire,  and  truth  be  told,  THERE  WAS  SOMETHING  SHAMEFULLY  GRATIFYING  ABOUT  IT.  no,  it  was  his  refusal  to  say  something  when  it  gnawed  deep  enough  to  be  seen,  that  stubbornness  staying   fixed  on  the  road  ahead.  maybe  it  was  ego  over  want  for  her,  that  thought  alone  churned  ruefully,  PAINFULLY.  so  gloria  lets  silence  stretch  from  her  end;  let's  pull  it  tautly  until  it  suffocates  her  so  much  she  has  to  roll  down  the  passenger  window  to  let  some  air  in.  with a deep breath, she finds some clarity, and whether it will be for better or worse is still to be seen.  ❛  you  better  start  thinking  out  loud,  nate.  ❜ a  twitch  of  her  lips,  her  frame  turned  toward  him,  some  petty  little  sentiment  eager  to  poke.  ❛  i'll  just  assume  you're  thinking  the  worst  of  me  if  you  don't.  ❜ 

[vaultfreed]

the breeze from the open window briefly pulls his attention, whether it was the stifling air in this cramped little town, or his own hot headedness making the truck warm, he couldn't tell, but one thing nate knew was that she was clearly enjoying poking her sharp stick into his side. and as much as it ate him, as much as it really drove him nuts, he came back for more each and every time. pitiful, truly it was. his whole entire life nate had stuck to his own, made friends sure, had some flings certainly, but he'd never been the relationship type― can't be in his line of work. there wasn't time or space for someone in life on a permanent basis, and yet when it came to the nights that he slept alone― he found himself wishing she were there with him. found himself more often than not reaching for the phone and finding a way back to her porch, even though he knew he shouldn't. found himself growing jealous over a woman that wasn't his, and yet he hadn't the fucking guts to ask her to be.

the stick pokes in just that bit deeper, his knuckles turning pale with that grip on the wheel, chewing on his bottom lip should he say something that he couldn't take back. he'd have to thank his father one day for that temper he inherited. came in mighty handy. “ not thinking anything foul of you― maybe that fucking jackass behind the bar. maybe about myself. but not you. you're in my head enough as it is. ” and it was going so well, until that smile she gave the blonde flashed across the back of his mind, and suddenly that truck was hot once gain. stop thinking about it, jealously is a right you don't have after all. casual― simple, not complicated― that was the deal. “― course looks like you were on someone else's' mind too. ” and there nate went and made it complicated.

[comeupremy]

pinned her up against the wall because she’s a masterpiece.

[vaultfreed]

⤷  …  @grovecounty / “ what just happened? ” ― ty & nate

wiping the cold drink from his cheek, nate didn't bother answering at first, instead marching over the to the bed of his truck to rummage around for a fresh shirt, or at least one not dripping with beer. making enemies it seemed was his secret hidden talent. or maybe it was just this town. first some fucking nut job decides to call him each night, leaving weird creepy cryptic messages, and now that blonde prick behind bar. ripping free the soaked shirt, nate used the dry parts to clean off his face free from the booze― christ, and cole used the cheapest beer too, figures― before pulling out another t-shirt, finally eyeing the only blonde in this shithole that he actually liked. “ your boy in there doesn't seem to like me very much. ” that was all that nate would offer as to what happened, as much of an asshole that cole was being, he wasn't about to put ty in position to take sides, so he was happy leaving it at that.

“ think maybe he's getting a little jealous that you're spending so much time with me. ” a fool's attempt to lighten mood, but shit― nate wasn't ever good at that either. “ look just― don't worry about it. he's got a stick up his ass over something, and i guess not liking outsiders is a bit of a thing around here, but ain't like that's the first drink that got thrown in my face and probably won't be the last. ” slinging the shirt over his head, nate pulled out a luckily still dry pack of smokes and lit one up, tossing the pack over. “ if it weren't for the fact that i saw him swooning after that bird girl, i'd swear it was like he was angry lover getting all defensive. and you can do better. ”

[vaultfreed]

⤷ hit the heart ♡ if you wanna plot something juicy

[vaultfreed]

⤷  … @videsnoir /  “ are you trying to start a fight? ” gloria & nate

“ i ain't trying to start shit, if you wanna fight, just come out right and say it. ” sometimes being raised in fort worth really bit him in the ass. his up bringing, harsh and often full spite left little room for sensitivity. nate, while a poor imitation of his father, still had much anger that he needed to let go of. still carried with him moments where wished he had learnt to bite back on his ire― especially moments such as this. she'd done nothing wrong, that he knew, but still jealously was an ugly monster that had made it's home within his bones as of late. nate had never once before felt this way, never had someone like her that was worth the fight, worth the effort. worthy of being jealous over. it was a bitter feeling, seeing her smile and laugh with another man, a man he knew she had no interest in― or did she?

shit they weren't exactly going steady were they. they'd not really gotten to knowing each other more than just late night chats and pillow talk― and yet jealous he still was. when he offered to drive her home, he'd done so with the intention of simply getting her away from the blonde behind the bar, that same fucker that had been eye balling him all night― only once gloria had gotten into the truck, nate couldn't shake off the irritability. he'd been silent most of the ride, hands on the wheel, eyes forward― he knew that she knew he was in some type of funk that he had no right to be in. she wasn't his. and nate had to keep reminding himself of that, despite wanting more. “ 'm just quiet is all. thinking about things. ”

[acecroft]

LEWIS PULLMAN as Cameron Cassmore in Remarkably Bright Creatures (2026)

[vaultfreed]

⤷ … @shadowatmorning / “ would you do it again? ”

it had became eerily quiet in the aftermath of the battle. merriment of such a victory had slowly died down, hordes of folks walking the streets of boston arm in arm decreasing, but still praising themselves and each other― and they deserved too, really. only one single soul had bypassed the celebration entirely. the only soul there who had truly lost everything in the blast. sure enough, nate knew it was the right thing to do, the institute wasn't ever going to benefit mankind or the world. all that power, all that security, and they had only planned to cleanse the world of it's people, deeming them defective. whatever shaun had become, whatever that place had turned him into― he wasn't his boy anymore. there was nothing left to save. but that didn't mean nate had to be happy with the choice he made.

a few for the many. that was the right path, wasn't it? that's what he kept telling himself. the mass fusion rooftop was were he stood when he watched the sky and earth turn to fire, watched the institute get wiped clean from the horizon. it's where he sat now, half a bottle of bourbon later, staring into a crater that once housed the commonwealth's greatest evil. the last of his kin. he had to do it. there wasn't another option. swigging back another mouthful, nate held the bottle up to her, hat low on his brow, a deep bitter sigh settling into his chest. “ ... yeah. yeah i would ... they were never gonna stop, and shaun ... he was too far gone to see reason. i don't have to be pleased with it, but i know it was the right thing. the right path is never the easy one, you know. ”

[inkpressedpetals]

[raesource]

questions only sentence starters

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .

who . . .

“ Who are you? ”

“ Who do you serve? ”

“ Who taught you that? ”

“ Who’s really in control here? ”

“ Who are you running from? ”

“ Who did this to you? ”

“ Who’s coming for us? ”

“ Who do you think I am? ”

“ Who else knows about this? ”

“ Who are you trying to protect? ”

what . . .

“ What are you? ”

“ What do you want from me? ”

“ What are you hiding? ”

“ What were you planning to do? ”

“ What just happened? ”

“ What did you see back there? ”

“ What did you promise them? ”

“ What happens if I don’t let you go? ”

“ What are the rules I’m not supposed to break? ”

“ What happens after the portal closes? ”

where . . .

“ Where did you come from? ”

“ Where are we? ”

“ Where are you going? ”

“ Where were you when it happened? ”

“ Where does this path lead? ”

“ Where did you get that scar? ”

“ Where is everyone else? ”

“ Where should I stand? ”

“ Where did you put the body? ”

“ Where were you hiding all this time? ”

when . . .

“ When did this start? ”

“ When were you going to tell me? ”

“ When was the last time you felt safe? ”

“ When do we leave? ”

“ When did you stop trusting me? ”

“ When does this end? ”

“ When did you realise the truth? ”

“ When do things go wrong? ”

“ When did you choose this path? ”

“ When will you look at me and be honest? ”

how . . .

“ How long have you been watching me? ”

“ How did you survive? ”

“ How much do you remember? ”

“ How are you this calm right now? ”

“ How bad is it? ”

“ How did you know my name? ”

“ How far are you willing to go? ”

“ How many lies have you told me? ”

“ How do you live with this? ”

“ How are we supposed to fix this? ”

are . . .

“ Are you human? ”

“ Are you okay? ”

“ Are you lying to me right now? ”

“ Are you scared? ”

“ Are you tired? ”

“ Are you hiding something? ”

“ Are you bound by oath or by magic? ”

“ Are you trying to start a fight? ”

“ Are you always this dramatic? ”

“ Are you going to explain or just stare? ”

do . . .

“ Do you trust me? ”

“ Do you remember your name? ”

“ Do you remember me? ”

“ Do you miss them? ”

“ Do you always talk this much? ”

“ Do you have any idea what you just did? ”

“ Do you ever sleep? ”

“ Do you want me to stay? ”

“ Do you think I’m stupid? ”

“ Do you believe in fate? ”

have . . .

“ Have you eaten yet? ”

“ Have we met before? ”

“ Have you been here long? ”

“ Have you done this before? ”

“ Have you ever killed someone? ”

“ Have you been lying to me? ”

“ Have you lost anyone? ”

“ Have you forgiven yourself? ”

“ Have you always been like this? ”

“ Have you already chosen a side? ”

is . . .

“ Is this place real? ”

“ Is something bothering you? ”

“ Is that weapon even legal here? ”

“ Is this your idea of a joke? ”

“ Is this your way of flirting? ”

“ Is someone watching us? ”

“ Is it supposed to hurt like this? ”

“ Is there a way out? ”

“ Is this what you wanted? ”

“ Is it too late to turn back? ”

can . . .

“ Can I ask you a weird question? ”

“ Can you hear that? ”

“ Can I trust you? ”

“ Can you keep a secret? ”

“ Can we slow down? ”

“ Can you help me bury a body? ”

“ Can you look at me? ”

“ Can we talk about what happened? ”

“ Can you stop pretending? ”

“ Can you promise me something? ”

will . . .

“ Will you stay with me? ”

“ Will you tell me the truth? ”

“ Will this ever end? ”

“ Will you protect me? ”

“ Will they come back for us? ”

“ Will you remember me? ”

“ Will you choose a side? ”

“ Will you regret this? ”

“ Will you still look at me the same way? ”

“ Will you stop me if I’m wrong? ”

should . . .

“ Should I be worried? ”

“ Should we be running? ”

“ Should I follow you? ”

“ Should I be afraid of you? ”

“ Should we pretend this never happened? ”

“ Should I stay or go? ”

“ Should I believe you? ”

“ Should I be honest with you? ”

“ Should we trust them? ”

“ Should I have come here? ”

would . . .

“ Would you do it again? ”

“ Would you lie to protect me? ”

“ Would this have been different if I had stayed? ”

“ Would you really let me die? ”

“ Would you have saved them instead? ”

“ Would you still care if you knew the truth? ”

“ Would you leave if I asked? ”

“ Would this hurt less if I understood? ”

“ Would you forgive me? ”

“ Would you choose me this time? ”

could . . .

“ Could you survive without me? ”

“ Could this world exist without you? ”

“ Could this get any worse? ”

“ Could you teach me how to do that? ”

“ Could you be wrong? ”

“ Could you be lying to yourself? ”

“ Could you forgive them? ”

“ Could this be a trap? ”

“ Could you handle the truth if I told you? ”

“ Could you live with the consequences? ”

[disgustinggf]

[acecroft]

LEWIS PULLMAN as Cameron Cassmore in Remarkably Bright Creatures (2026)

[melamemea]

     Respect role players’ boundaries. If they state that they don’t have the time for plotting right now, respect that and come back later, or leave the door open for them to come to you when they have the time. If they state that they are overwhelmed at the moment, step back and let them breathe. Role playing is a hobby, not a job.

[myrcella]

Astoundingly Awesome Tales

[achillesinhighheels]

it wasn’t a thirst trap I just look like that