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Quick poll about long you like your music/how long you can take a track
Please reblog for more votes.
Be cool if you gave your reasons why you think you like that length/any comments in general.
Starting @'s: @never-gonna-danse-again @rogeriswater @fucc-yeah-regretevator @yum-zlurplie @storythesilly
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⚙️ | "i started out as nothing, and i’ve ended up as nothing...and i don't know what the hell to do about it." - ‘nother 2021 redraw
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tbh i liked this version better but oh well.
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dying why is the Danse icon there 😭
Can't we all just get along?
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People who only disparage a title because of the fanbase, have unlocked the perk: Cognitive Dissonance
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2, 4 and 27 for the Oc Quiz :3
2. Factions
Henry joined the Brotherhood initially, believing their cause to be just for the Commonwealth. He serves several months as a Knight, but deserts them after he is given the orders to execute Paladin Danse. He figures that after a shootout between him and the Elder, he wasn’t welcome back into their ranks, and joins the Minutemen after he was found drunk in a ditch. Only destroyed the Institute, and created peace between the Railroad and the Brotherhood
4. Backstory Summary
ooh boy ok. He’s a veteran from the battle of Anchorage, and was very close with Nate. Worked a dead end job pre-War to make ends meet, but luckily had a place in Vault 111 to escape the initial blast. He worked with the brotherhood initially, but after seeing their flaws completely deserts them and leads the minutemen to victory, allying most of the Commonwealth under their banner as a just leader.
27. How do they prefer to travel?
Normally travels with one or more companions; current lineup is Danse (main companion), Preston and Curie but MacCready sometimes tags along. For smaller duties he sometimes sets out alone to get away from the stress of his duties
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“I... I didn't know you felt that strongly about our... well, about us.”
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Entry 2
13/8/2287
What the hell is going on? Over what felt like minutes I lost everything I had ever gained. The end finally came, they dared to drop the nukes. I was just sipping coffee by the television as deafening sirens ran out all around, and once we made it to the vault, we were put in cryosleep… I woke up, for just a moment to see Nate and Nora killed and baby Shaun stolen. The best I could do for them was bury their bodies outside the vault, with some rudimentary headstones of scrap metal. Both of them shot in the head, by this figure- everything’s so hazy, I can’t even remember a single face, just haunting voices. Those sick bastards froze us in time and killed all those who survived the process. And now I’m out here in the godforsaken wasteland that my home has become, two hundred years later according to my Pip-Boy’s clock; I can only pray one of those large bugs doesn’t eat me in my sleep.
Codsworth was still running after all that time, at least. God, two hundred years I was festering in there for. It doesn’t feel real. I talked to him, asked him to accompany me for a while- we both need someone to talk to after all this, even if I must rely on an ancient Mr. Handy and him on a half-awake vault dweller. He filled me in, told me what I’d missed while in Vault 111, and I can sadly say that robot has seen it all. Broke the news of his family’s death as we camped in my own destroyed home. Ceiling’s half caved in, the mediocre décor has moulded, but it’ll be enough to squat in for a couple of days- and he took it alright. Tried my best to comfort him through it, but the centuries old sleep has me groggy still. We’ll stick together until I find my feet in this place; might take me a while, god damn it, can’t tell you what I’d do for a stiff drink right now to banish all the thoughts. I can tell things are just going to get worse the further I get in this shithole. Keep the pistol by your side, and the armour close to your chest.
Henry Wilde
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tales of the Wasteland- Henry Wilde
entry 1
23rd October 2077
NOTEBOOK COURTESY OF ROB-CO SYSTEMS 2077 TM.
First day of work in a while. You’d think leave would give me some time to relax, but it’s had quite the opposite effect; the job at Rob-Co is enough to keep the lights on, and the new house in Sanctuary Hills is good enough for what it cost, but hell, is the life monotonous. I’m not one for being crouched over a terminal all day, that’s for sure, not after what I’ve seen, and my head isn’t one for crunching numbers.
Been laying off the Daytripper lately. Need to be on my best act for Gabriel this evening, I can’t screw this up now. I’m so close to having someone by my side, and I sure as hell won’t let up now.
To do:
Pick up clothes from dry-cleaners.
Pay. Your. Damn. Bills
Give the thing back to Nate
Fix terminal
Take Red Menace out of terminal
Apologise to Penbrook for spilling coffee on terminal
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Just some lil dudes because they make me so happy
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I’ve done this already but someone pointed out I made the results biased within the tags- so take two!
SPOILERS FOR BOS QUESTLINE/ PALADIN DANSE
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Best attempt at recreating Cutler from my mental image- pre- brotherhood his hair is much scruffier and about ear length, and I think a bit closer cut when he’s an aspirant
All that my limited character creator skill could manage for a day 😂
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10 & 20 for the fallout oc ask :)
10. What are they most afraid of?
Henry overcomes a lot of anxiety and hardships in his journey through the Commonwealth, but is always haunted by the thought of losing what he has gained. He’s worked so hard for so long that the most minor inconvenience fills him with dread, and prays that his strength is enough to protect his adopted son. Also is deathly afraid of mole rats because a bite once got infected and the sight of it made him faint.
20. Hobbies?
he loves writing! Hence why he starts a little journal to record his life before the war and ends up chronicling the fate of the Commonwealth in it. Also has an manuscript of a Silver Shroud novel kicking about somewhere in Sanctuary, and many residents have read it, urging him to finish the manuscript. thank you @thegreatdivide :)
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Fallout OC Questionnaire
Whether your OC is a Lone Wanderer or Sole Survivor, these questions can be asked by others to know more about them! Or simply be used as a guide to further develop your character. Ask away, luv!
Which Fallout game are they from?
Which faction(s) did they join and which did they destroy? Why?
What is their S.P.E.C.I.A.L.?
Give us a summary of their backstory.
What’s their full name and does it have a meaning? Do they have any nicknames and how did they get em?
What’s their sexual, romantic, and gender orientation? Do they feel comfortable telling other people?
Do they have any mental illnesses? How do they cope?
Do they have any medical conditions? Is medicine/ treatment available for them?
How much do they care about their outer appearance? What’s their “beauty routine”? How often do they shower/ bathe?
What do they fear the most?
They’re biggest flaw? Do they recognize it as a flaw?
What are they most insecure about?
What Wasteland threat do they fear the most? (ex. Deathclaws, super mutants, raiders)
What’s their zodiac sign or which one do you think they relate to the most? What are their placements (if you know them)? (ex. Aries sun, Taurus moon, Aquarius Venus)
What’s their Myers–Briggs Type? (ex. ENTP, ISFJ)
What Harry Potter house would they be in? (ex. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw)
Which Pokemon Go team would they choose? (ex. Instinct, Valor, Mystic)
Out of the nine forms of intelligence (rhythmic, spatial, linguistic, mathematical, kinesthetic, interpersonal, intrapersonal, naturalistic, and existential) which one(s) are they really good at and which one(s) is(are) their weakest?
What natural alignment are they? (ex. Lawful Good, Chaotic Evil)
Do they have any hobbies? What are they?
Do they have a favorite holiday? How do they celebrate it?
What’s their favorite season?
Do they have a temper or are they level headed?
Do they express their emotions freely or hide their true feelings?
Are they a leader or a follower?
How do they come off to others? What first impression do they usually make?
Do they prefer to travel alone or with company? Who have they traveled with if any? Current companion if any?
Would you describe them as selfless or selfish? Does it depend on the situation?
What do they find most attractive in others? Name at least one psychological and physical trait. (doesn’t have to be romantic attraction)
Do they flirt often? How easily do they fall in love?
What’s their love life like? Are they interested in anyone or in a relationship?
Do they prefer to solve things diplomatically or using violence?
What is their combat style? What range do they prefer? Do they sneak?
What weapon(s) do they always carry with them?
Their most prized possession?
Their thoughts on power armor?
Favorite armor/ outfit?
How’s their aim? Do their hands shake while pointing a gun?
What are their thoughts on having to kill on a daily bases in order to survive? Does it take a toll on them? Or do they shake it off rather easily?
Thoughts on death if any? (ex. Fear it, accept it)
Do they move around a lot or prefer to have a place to call home?
What’s their favorite location?
Their opinions on ghouls, feral and not feral?
Do they scavenge for their supplies or simply buy them?
Are they the type to get distracted and go off to an unknown nearby location or do they stay on track?
How do they sleep? Are they picky about where and how or can they sleep basically anywhere?
What’s their favorite radio station and song? (post-apocalypse)
What’s their favorite post-apocalyptic food? Are they a picky eater? Do they know how to cook?
What’s their favorite beverage? Do they drink alcohol?
Do they have any tag skills?
Anything they like to collect? (ex. Unique weapons, Bobbleheads)
Are they good at disarming traps or do they constantly miss them?
(Add other questions you want to be asked if I missed any)
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Also since I posted old Danse art here’s some Danse from yesterday
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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.
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hope I formatted this right 😂
favourite 4 artists: at the moment are Avenged Sevenfold, Death, Iron Maiden and the Caretaker
If you could have any super power, what would it be? Teleportation or super strength. You’d never need to queue again if you could just blip around the place, you don’t need to buy tickets for trains, airplanes eg. And super strength would just be cool. Everyone would think I was super cool if I can just lift really heavy stuff
tagging some moots and anyone else who wants to join in!
@dysfunctionalwastelandfamily @deaconspade @follineo @savybaby666 @sassenashsworld @unrepentantweirdo @mclaughlane
Tag game idea!
Reblog with a question for mutuals and your own answer to it, and answer prev's question (and maybe the other rbs above too).
[pretend answer to some upper rb text is here]
[ex, my question:] What 4 music artists would you say are your main four? (top four or just favs)
[my answer to mine:] My fav 4 are: Oneohtrix Point Never, Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd, & Tally Hall.
tagging moots! @spottedstatic @ryusmadness @never-gonna-danse-again @autisticspirk @fucc-yeah-regretevator @randeeznuts @sukiithedummii @birdmanstein @mr-cleans-last-hair-follicle @identity-crisis-x2 @literally-a-waffle-fry @yum-zlurplie @goofy-gabba @clearance-sale
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I can’t bring myself to do any of the romance options in Fallout 4. Something feels creepy and predatory in the ones I have encountered so far and I absolutely hate feeling that way because so far I’ve had only female companions. But all of them feel like they are inexperienced, insecure, or vulnerable and that they are written assuming these traits provide openings to flirt with them. Is it because they were written assuming the male Sole Survivor would be the default person with interest in the female companions? Is that vulnerability a ‘signal’ to the men who wrote the game?
Some of them also come forth with their tragic backstories in a sudden way that makes me feel uncomfortable, too. Cait in particular with her high-risk behavior and drug addiction, casually tells you on her second friendship talk about being enslaved and implies she’s a rape survivor because she feels she ‘owes’ you for being nice to her. Is she doing this as another high-risk behavior, almost hoping she gets knocked down? Is the game smart enough to portray someone with impulsive decisions realistically? I can’t feel like I can trust the writing. Meanwhile you can build rapport with Cait quickly just by being naked. While there certainly are hypersexual people in real life, people with addiction and people who engage in high-risk behavior in real life, I feel scummy when I think about how all this leads up to a romance option. Even if you help her ‘recover’ I feel that I had an inordinate amount of power over her during a period in her life where she had little personal agency or could have easily been coerced.
I have a girlfriend of my own and I can say that insecurity, trauma, or inexperience are not very sexy. When we struggle with mental illness or general lack of confidence we put sexy things on the back burner to address maybe more pressing psychological needs.
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I’ll post first and second entry of the wasteland journal this Sunday! From there, should be spaced between dates but some might be irregular (earlier or later) :)
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