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every time i start to feel cringe for being too deep in the hyperfixation i remember the intense depression i have waded through and have to remind myself that enjoyment is fleeting (so grab it with both hands), and life is for loving (so hold that love close), and if anyone thinks i’m cringe they must not be having a very good time (and i hope they can find a good time soon).

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dude Lassiter was in my dream last night but all I remember is he FUCKING "STOLE" THE TITANIC??????

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observations so far.

the numbers don't add up to 100% because sometimes the straight man is henry or chief vick, or somebody else, or nobody.

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my lone wanderer who hates me probably because i make his life a living hell (can’t shoot for shit)

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Scout Operation Beta

uhmmm massive text incoming sorry

I've had a few ideas about the scouting op gone wrong with Cutler, so I took it upon myself to draft a rough plan of it. just a warning this took a much darker turn than I thought it would, so please don't read if you don't want to/ wouldn't feel comfortable

but honestly now I want to write a whole fic about this >:) if my boy Knight Cutler doesn't have any official lore or solid story to go off, we will give him one

October 16th 2284

Knight-Sergeant Cutler leaves the Prydwen along with two lesser knights, Calvin and Woods, and three aspirants, Wade, Ruskin and Paytes. Their task is to scout the premises of a Super Duper Mart and determine if the area would make a useful store for arms or even a fallback point, if needed. The majority of the mission goes without a hitch, the vertibird launching perfectly and the six laying low on their short journey towards the ruins of West Milton.

They reach the set co-ordinates, mid operation as they are ambushed by a group of super mutants (of at least seven) who grab Ruskin and threaten to kill her if they didn’t surrender. The mutants are of much higher intelligence than average FEV subjects, not killing them outright, and the soldiers surrender, hoping that with their combined strength and cunning they could find an opportunity fight their way out. They brought the six in through the complex, in a clean state for a mutant hive, and lock them up in a smaller section of the store.

Knight Woods is taken to a closed off room with high security and stripped of his power armour; upon seeing vats full to the brim of FEV, he lashes out against his super mutant captors, pulling the rifle from one’s back and killing those binding him. Soon more fill in, and he is kicked to his knees and his head splattered against the glass panes from which his allies watch. The other Brotherhood soldiers are spared, saved only for a worse fate along the line, and left with the memory of a dead brother. They sleep, or try to, in a small corridor locked by chains on both sides, surrounded by the horrible stench of rotting meat as they rest. Wade, incredibly distraught from her closest friend’s death, sets off a distress signal in the desperate hopes to find a way out, and is comforted by Cutler after her fiddling brings him awake. By this time, the soldiers are left only with their uniforms and holotags, the power armour of the Knights left in the makeshift labatory; they dread what is to come next.

For a week, it feels as if the mutants have forgotten about them entirely. Some days, they are given food and water to share between five people, and sometimes go without it for a couple in a row. If not for Paytes’ sarcasm in even the darkest time of her life and their commander’s dogged hope, they would’ve been bored and starved to death much sooner. In the dark flickering lights of the abandoned store, the door is unfastened once more, and flanked by three super mutants hobbles a man with a cane; the right side of his body is far too large and twisted, his thin form hardly holding his deformed limbs up. The mutants refer to him as Leader, and refuse to answer to the team when they question the arrival. He looks over them, uttering the odd thing to his assistant mutant before he smiles emptily and leaves the room, helped along by a steady green hand to his side. Wade quivers as one approaches, clutching onto Cutler as it picked up her distress beacon. The super mutant eyes it strangely and throws it to the floor, smashing it under a meaty foot. He orders his soldiers to get behind him, checking over each one of their faces desperately, knowing not how to protect them. Tears fall down Calvin’s face, his sob cut short by a shot to the chest. Cutler yells out, trying to put himself between the mutants and the remaining soldiers; every clumsily shot fired misses him on purpose , and he can only watch as their bodies fall around him, Wade falling limp in his arms. As soon as the mutants leave, he breaks down crying, praying to every god and power he can remember to bring them peace.

They keep him alive, running tests on him every day and drawing blood until he feels light headed. A few rooms across, Leader and his adept mutants work on something tirelessly; as Cutler sits half-starved, staring at the walls to ignore the blood splattered all around him. He felt so much lighter, just skin, bone and wasted muscle; he winces as he noticed the torn jumpsuit was now baggy from a perfect fit. Two weeks pass in his strange Limbo, with no contact from outside that small room; the muties clear out the bodies a few days in. And when they give him food, he just tries not to vomit and gorges down every last scrap.

The day finally comes when they dragged his half-awake up onto two feet and walked him over to the labatory. He doesn’t fight, nor struggle, trying to stand stoically over the pool of FEV, trying not to think of what he was leaving behind. He feels like he’s drowning every second he’s drenched in the vat, slowly sinking, slowly dying. Every last shred of humanity was leaving his body over the course of hours, breaking apart and mutating into something new. Cutler lacks the pure strength to walk as he’s pulled from the FEV, instead keeling over to his knees with a crunch of bone; the strange man sighed above him, running his eyes over the broken body of the Knight with pity before ordering him to be taken away.

He feels the grasp of reality slipping away from the stretcher he lies on, feeling his heartbeat fade with the slow pulse of the light above his head. When he sees the Paladin in bloodstained armour run from the corner of the room, Cutler believes he’s already in heaven. But then the pain throbs back through every tear of flesh, and he remembers the bloody ending he was given. The horror on his face is unmatched by anything, pure rage from seeing what they’d done to him. Paladin Danse is ready to murder every single mutie left in the complex and bring Cutler to safety, bring him back from the edge of death. A fantasy, to say the least; he brings the pistol into the Paladin’s hand. Leaving it there, giving one last smile and embrace in arms before he sees blackness devour his vision, and feels his weary eyes finally shut.

After dismissing his own soldiers, Danse buries the squadron, leaving the Knights’ armour by their makeshift headstones of scrap wood. He recovers the holotags to hand back to Captain Kells, hoping to preserve their memory; the area stands for years as a safe haven within the trees, and the FEV strain that affected Cutler helps green life to blossom, flowers blooming through the gaps of his abandoned power armour.

#WOW #fallout 4 #fo4 #this was fun #and dark. wow #i love that last line

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Some fallout wips i’m working on lolol that i wanted to share

Giving my courier six a new look, making her look utterly insane 🙏

And my fallout 3 gal casually dying

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When your vault gose to hell so you leave and team up with quite literally the first guy you meet in the wastelands

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shoutout to slow growers, late bloomers, people whose plans got derailed by circumstances beyond their control or their own choices, people who never had a plan to begin with, people who have had to start over when theyre too old to feel like theyre supposed to be where they are, people who cant pretend theyre built for the environment theyre in, and everyone who's not living the life they thought they would. im proud of you for making it this far and i hope you keep going until youre happy ♡

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"I cant draw" then do it bad who gives a fuck.....

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Fallout 4 is not a spooky game

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rehashing all my old fallout brainrot after the tv show unlocked my mental dam. go watch it it’s peak

#WOAAAh #a courser oc???? so cool #fallout 4 #fallout oc

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i am not immune to fallout fever

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Since we're excited about ghouls, here's a 2023 ref sheet of my boy Andrei

He looks mean, but he's not. He just has zero social skills. He is soft and squishy and treats his pet molerat like the princess that she is

#holy shit #HE IS SO COOL #WOW #fallout ocs #fallout oc #fallout

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tradgedy enjoyers when you look into the eyes of your worst enemy and can only see yourself

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Every single fic update there is an author trying frantically to find the right balance between a nonchalant aside of "leave a comment if you enjoyed =)" and clinging desperately to the coat tails of a random stranger, dragging along behind them on the street wailing "Please, please! I have to know what you thought! I'm desperate to talk to people about this! Ask me about the alliterative repetition! Ask me about the symbolism!"

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(guy whos scared of everything and feels guilty about everything) sorry i got scared and felt guilty

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At some point in your life, you were taught that being slightly annoying is an unforgivable sin. Maybe it was by your parents or a teacher or a friend or a bully or an older sibling. But someone taught you that being slightly annoying is a crime punishable by death.

You must unlearn this.

You must accept that all people will be annoying at some point or another in their lives, maybe all of their lives, and that this is okay. It is okay for strangers on the bus, it is okay for children in the grocery store, it is okay for people on social media, and it is okay for you.

If you ever want to truly love your fellow humans, if you ever want to truly love yourself, you must have forgiveness for being annoying.