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Imagine Dragons - Nothing Left To Say (Art Film)

#‧₊˚✩ SOUNDTRACK ₊˚✩ / ❝ lea haugen ❞ #‧₊˚✩ THROW WISHES INTO THE NIGHT AND WAIT FOR THE STARS ₊˚✩ / queue #this is leas song!!

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❛ M'back. ❜ He utters as soon as he walks in door, gently tugging rain soaked hood off his head and tossing keys on counter as he walks further into his small apartment that he currently shares with another at this moment, the one he announces that he's back to. Rain water drips off his form as he sets bag of takeout on counter next, dark eyes roaming until they settle on another's form that appears in his line of sight. ❛ You hungry ? I got food. ❜ He looks exhausted, he feels exhausted ( it's not the most exhausted he's ever felt but he's not sure he's felt energized in years now anyways ). / tosses ollie @ joe !!!

hours had passed and he had done nothing but staring at the ceiling. what had happened STILL felt so unreal. he felt lost. before all of this he had had such a bright future. a new star on the hockey sky and then he had fallen. hard. crawling out of a damn crater, barely surviving. had it not been for oliver, he would probably have been dead and the thought of that scared him. but THIS - this also frightened him. becoming part of a machine. it was a big change in his life.

MISMATCHED eyes looked up, finding the owner of the voice, noticing the exhaustion on his face. joe couldn't help but feel bad. before he could eat a lot, but now... his appetite had disappeared. he barely ate. he MERELY existed. or at least trying. oliver shouldn't need to do all of this. paying bills, buying food, taking care of him. he truly felt like a burden, not contributing with anything. useless. " i'm not that hungry. sorry. " the sound of bones creaking echoed in the small apartment as the taller one got up from the sofa, taking the bags from the other, starting to unpack. it was the least he could do. " but i still need to eat. i'll just make a sandwhich or something. " joe paused, gazing over his shoulder. " you should rest. " /@mythcaels

#‧₊˚✩ INTERACTIONS ₊˚✩ / ❝ joseph blake ❞ #‧₊˚✩ MAIN VERSE ₊˚✩ / ❝ joseph blake ❞ #‧₊˚✩ THROW WISHES INTO THE NIGHT AND WAIT FOR THE STARS ₊˚✩ / queue #mythcaels #‧₊˚✩ AND THE STARS ANSWERED ₊˚✩ / answered #HOLDING OUR BOYS SO TIGHT #they need to be protected at all cost

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She knows.

SILO 1.10 Outside

#‧₊˚✩ VISAGE ₊˚✩ / ❝ lea haugen ❞ #‧₊˚✩ THROW WISHES INTO THE NIGHT AND WAIT FOR THE STARS ₊˚✩ / queue #if lea had been a vaultie #or found a projector in a vault #tw eye contact

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the burn scars from that old power armour stretched as she raised her right arm, showing her own pip-boy. " you vault dwellers might be few and far between, but that doesn't mean you don't exist. you see - my father was ALSO a vault dweller. " it wasn't something she hid. he had been dead for many years. there wasn't much to know. no secret history to find. no buried lies that needed to be revealed. he had managed to grow old. it was a luxury few could afford in this world.

" mmh. " the doe-eyed woman was BULLSHITING - lea could tell from a mile away. that woman didn't know shit about the stealth boy. " you better be careful with that. it ain't cheap and they're not exactly common. " if this had been a regular ass costumer she WOULDN'T have cared, she wouldn't have asked, but this wasn't your average joe. " and who're you looking for? " an eyebrow was raised. " a brother? some fucked up raider? but i gotta say the chances that i know who're you looking for are pretty damn low. you're probably looking for a needle in a haystack. " the urge to tell her to stop looking, to stop searching, to just GIVE UP like everyone else, was strong. but that hope the vaultie carried around was so damn rare. rarer than a perfectly preserved pie. she didn't want to put that fire out. it would happen naturally sooner or later.

the voice from behind causes her to nearly jump out of her own skin, wide eyes tearing away from marveling at the intricate piece of technology perched on one of the shelves. the thought that her brother probably would have liked these items followed by how much she misses him quickly disperses from her mind as she turns to face the woman. " can't say we do. how'd you guess? " she asks as if she wasn't sticking out like a sore thumb, untainted blue in an otherwise drab sea of sand. " it's a beautiful piece, by the way. " she hadn't the foggiest of what that little doohickey could do, but this woman certainly seemed like she knew her stuff and the last thing lucy wanted was to end up like that guy with a broken nose who had shoved past her on the way in.

at the offering of assistance, lucy's heart swells just as quickly as a smile stretches wide on her face. finally! someone who respected the golden rule! " y'know, you're the first person to ask me that since i've been out here — but yes, i'm searching for someone and need help finding them. "

#‧₊˚✩ INTERACTIONS ₊˚✩ / ❝ lea haugen ❞ #‧₊˚✩ MAIN VERSE ₊˚✩ / ❝ lea haugen ❞ #killedarlings #np! #i am! excited

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thinking about the last episode of fallout (i just watched it). so, be aware of spoilers beneath!

thinking about how feral lea would become if she knew that the brootherhood got hold of the cold fusion. she hates them, and not only for killing her husband and innocents, but also the way they think and acts. she would lose it. and maybe go after them 'cause she's like that.

also she would like maybe hug lucy for if there's anyone that deserves a hug in the world it's her.

#‧₊˚✩ AIMED FOR THE STARS AND MISSED ₊˚✩ / ooc

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Each day, you'd rise with me

Know that I would gladly be

The Icarus to your certainty

-Hozier

#‧₊˚✩ AESTHETIC ₊˚✩ / ❝ marisol banebreaker ❞ #‧₊˚✩ THROW WISHES INTO THE NIGHT AND WAIT FOR THE STARS ₊˚✩ / queue

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well, well. it wasn't every day you saw a vault dweller. the blue jumpsuit stood out among all the dull colours in this DYING world. curious light green eyes observed the young woman. this might be most interesting thing she had seen in days, if not years. to think that her father, a brilliant man, had worn that suit almost made her laugh. ALMOST. for he had also been a vaultie. that was why she had a pip-boy on her arm. it had once belonged to him. when he still had been alive. laughing. breathing. joking. but that was a long time ago. now he was dead. like so many others. like her husband.

" that's a stealth boy you're looking at. i bet you don't have these down in the grounds. " it was RARE - to no see lea haugen kicking someone out because they asked the wrong question. asking about her past. about those damn knights. but for the first time in a LONG time, she felt different. fucking hell, it seemed as if she had a soft spot for vault dwellers. " need help with anything? "

@killedarlings liked THIS for a starter from lea (fallout oc)!

#‧₊˚✩ INTERACTIONS ₊˚✩ / ❝ lea haugen ❞ #‧₊˚✩ MAIN VERSE ₊˚✩ / ❝ lea haugen ❞ #killedarlings #hope this works otherwise i'm happy to change! #sdfgh lucy being the only one that she hasn't kicked out from her shop in WEEEKS

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hit the heart for a starter from lea (fallout oc)!

#‧₊˚✩ REWRITE THE STARS ₊˚✩ / starter call #reblogging this again cause the fallout brainrot is real and i love her so much #she has more verses ofc!

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❛   hunger .   give  my  marisol something  to  eat  /  drink !

her stomach was rumbling. growling. NEVER had she felt such hunger like this before but then again - she had never fought so much in a day either. she was on the verge of collapsing. she needed something to eat or she wouldn't be able to take another step this day while carrying such heavy armour and sword. it was a MIRACLE that she was still standing - that they were still standing. still living. praise the morninglord. she owed him this. she owed him her life. she owed him everything and more.

it wasn't strange that she was hungry. swinging THAT greatsword which was almost as tall as herself took a lot of strength and energy. and the heavy armour didn't help. despite her state - she was not uncivilized. showing respect and gratitude was important for marisol. " thank you for the food. it's very kind of you. " tired hands GRATEFULLY accepted the bowl. the stew warmed her hands. her exhausted soul. fangs showed ever so slightly while she ate with haste. she could hear her father's voice in her head: " don't eat too fast my little sun! you will get a stomach ache. " but it was difficult to not eat fast when it felt as if you were starving. " it's good. " /@sporefound

#‧₊˚✩ INTERACTIONS ₊˚✩ / ❝ marisol banebreaker ❞ #‧₊˚✩ COMPANION VERSE ₊˚✩ / ❝ marisol banebreaker ❞ #‧₊˚✩ AND THE STARS ANSWERED ₊˚✩ / answered #‧₊˚✩ THROW WISHES INTO THE NIGHT AND WAIT FOR THE STARS ₊˚✩ / queue #sporefound

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a loud and irritated sigh escaped dry lips and had it not been for the walls around her, it probably would have echoed all over the world (or well, what was left of it any way). why did costumers ALWAYS show up when she was inside, doing something else - like taking her damn chems because she didn't want to sleep? heavy boots walked over old wooden floor. there was DETERMINATION in the way she walked. like she owned the place (which she in fact did. it was her motherfucking store). hand held a large bottle of pills while the other was equipped with an old but modified pip-boy.

light green eyes looked at the stranger, narrowing. " if you destroy that tech i'm gonna CRUSH your skull like an egg. " with a slam she sat the chems on the counter. a sign that she was not messing around. " what do you want? " it was middle in the night, the SHADY hours and lea was one of few who still had her shop open. it was in fact open every hour since she never slept. not wanting to remember. not wanting to think. burn marks from a power armour decorated her arms, stretching while she leaned against heavy table. there was pre-war tech, present tech and tech that she had created beneath her, on the walls around them. " this ain't a fucking museum. "

@cherrygardn liked THIS for a starter from lea (fallout oc)!

#‧₊˚✩ INTERACTIONS ₊˚✩ / ❝ lea haugen ❞ #‧₊˚✩ MAIN VERSE ₊˚✩ / ❝ lea haugen ❞ #cherrygardn #hope this works! i tried to set it a bit vague since idk if it plays out in goodneighbor or in la! #she could have moved to la or maybe he has been in boston considering how old he is? idk idk #but!! i am excited!!

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hit the heart for a starter from lea (fallout oc)!

#‧₊˚✩ REWRITE THE STARS ₊˚✩ / starter call

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#Okay.

#‧₊˚✩ VISAGE ₊˚✩ / ❝ benjamín minguez haden ❞ #‧₊˚✩ THROW WISHES INTO THE NIGHT AND WAIT FOR THE STARS ₊˚✩ / queue #tw alcohol

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if you don't think lea has ever spat at someone from the brotherhood of steel you're wrong. she just despises them all <3

and lea definitely has been dragged away, kicking and screaming, wanting to fight those bastards.

and lea has definitely smashed someone from the brotherhood with a wrench (and it probably ended badly for that person)

#‧₊˚✩ HEADCANON ₊˚✩ / ❝ lea haugen ❞ #i love my angry woman so much #so brilliant #the people at goodneighbor are like her new family and they had def stopped her many times from getting herself killed #what a woman #late night thoughts

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alright! so i have changed lea to a fallout oc and i'm really pleased with her backstory. only got two episodes left of the show so i might add someone from the show and maybe f4

#‧₊˚✩ AIMED FOR THE STARS AND MISSED ₊˚✩ / ooc #only fallout on my brain

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❝shame holds more value than coin ever can.❞ @ tristan!!

something flashed by turquoise eyes. something so UNLIKE the otherwise charming and talkative dwarven rogue. something icy and hard. a howling winter storm. but it vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. pretending to be someone else was something he was rather good at. some might even say he was EXCELLENT in lying and deceiving. he had done this for a hundred years and he would continue the facade as long as he could. however, those damn words almost made him drop the mask. it reminded him of the past. of memories he would rather keep locked away. forgotten.

there was this feeling inside of him - SUSPICION. did she know? had she managed to catch a glimpse of his past due to the tadpoles inside their heads? tristan was doing everything in his power to not show them to anyone. he might not have magic but that didn't mean he didn't have a trick or two. " it does but i would rather be weighed down by money. coins are RATHER nice after all. i think both hold much value, each in their own way of course. humiliation and gold - that's the way i like to do it. " a corner of his lips was raised. a smirk decorated his lips as a gleam of mischied appeared in his eyes. " double the fun as well. " /@sporefound

#‧₊˚✩ INTERACTIONS ₊˚✩ / ❝ tristan duskblade ❞ #‧₊˚✩ BALDUR’S GATE VERSE ₊˚✩ / ❝ tristan duskblade ❞ #‧₊˚✩ AND THE STARS ANSWERED ₊˚✩ / answered #‧₊˚✩ THROW WISHES INTO THE NIGHT AND WAIT FOR THE STARS ₊˚✩ / queue #sporefound #i'm sorry he can't be serious

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Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

#‧₊˚✩ MUSINGS ₊˚✩ / ❝ agrona cadash ❞ #‧₊˚✩ THROW WISHES INTO THE NIGHT AND WAIT FOR THE STARS ₊˚✩ / queue

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Dark brown gaze lands on the cigarette in another's grasp. Jemma was one that would partake in smoking one or two here and there ( especially when she's stressed ). ❝ You got any extra of those ? If so, can I have one ? ❞ It's rainy and dreary, she was tired and stressed out. She takes a moment to look down at her arms, realizing she still had sleeves rolled up and arms were littered with scars that spelled out names. She takes the time to roll her sleeves down before she tilts her head back to lock eyes with what she doesn't realize is another mutant before her.

gently offers jemma for an interaction with benjamín this go around mayhaps ?

the sudden voice startled him. he had been lost in thoughts, wandering around among them. the PAST, the present, the future. it was all there - inside his head. images that continued to haunt him. he was surprised that anyone had noticed him. not many cared about him. he was dirty, his clothes worn. BROKEN. they didn't want to be seen with him and he could understand that. he wouldn't like to be in his own company if he could choose. dark eyes met the other's gaze. he observed the stranger for a moment, unsure if it would be such a wise idea to offer a cigarette or two. what if he accidentally turned her into a statue of gold?

but for the moment he felt somewhat... calm. he knew it was the work of the nicotine. smoking was something he did when feeling stressed or needing to calm down. " ... SURE. " carefully, he picked up the small package from his pocket, opening it and holding it out to the woman (to be on the safe side). benjamín noticed her rolling down the sleeves. an eyebrow was slightly raised but he didn't mention her sudden motion. it was not his place to question. not after everything he had done, he had caused in his life. " take as many as you need. " /@mythcaels

#‧₊˚✩ INTERACTIONS ₊˚✩ / ❝ benjamín minguez haden ❞ #‧₊˚✩ MAIN VERSE ₊˚✩ / ❝ benjamín minguez haden ❞ #‧₊˚✩ AND THE STARS ANSWERED ₊˚✩ / answered #‧₊˚✩ THROW WISHES INTO THE NIGHT AND WAIT FOR THE STARS ₊˚✩ / queue #mythcaels