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redspringstudio · 10 months
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You encounter Kuras returning from the perilous wastes, looking none the worse for wear. "I tried to avoid unwanted attention, but something may have followed me. We shouldn't linger here."
With a swift smile he guides you back to the relative safety of Eridia's streets.
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march-hare01 · 6 months
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Straya mate
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paexie · 11 months
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FIrst piece I finished up for the Wastelands 2023 artbook. You can back up the Kickstarter here!
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feelingsofaithless · 5 months
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Maximus Festival (Buenos Aires, 2017) » Wastelands In the wastelands of today Where there's nothing left to lose And there's nothing more to take But you force yourself to choose In the wastelands of today
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surfer-roo01 · 2 years
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Bikini Atoll, July 25, 1946, USA detonates an atomic bomb
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outsiderace88 · 7 months
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This game just keeps getting better! 🥹🦾😭
I’m still trying to get use to the new changes from the new Update 2.0 and I’m loving the new Expansion of Phantom Liberty, visually stunning and the new A.I. upgrade’s definitely make the game a bit more challenging.
Every time I pick up the controller I’m always having fun with this game.
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moonbasetycho · 7 months
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There be mutations in there hills
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dougielombax · 6 months
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A quarry? In Wales?
Oh no. These are the blighted wastelands of Ciceronicus XII!
Yes! Very dangerous!
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numerousbees1106 · 17 days
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If You Touch It, You Might Drown
Tumblr fucked up my formatting, so if the tags sound interesting to you, go read on Ao3 for a better viewing experience. https://archiveofourown.org/works/54921667
CW for past implied non-con, though nothing is explicit and the word itself is never used.
“What’s the last thing you remember, General?” Rex asked. He looked old - they all did, now. They were haggard and aged by time and circumstance, their faces wrinkled and their hair graying despite the glow that held steadfast in their eyes.
Anakin hesitated.
“Rushing to the Chancellor’s office,” he lied after a moment’s pause. He couldn’t tell them - not yet, perhaps never. It was one thing to wake up in a strange ship secured with the most extreme measures possible short of just freezing him in carbonite or dangling him above an endless pit. It was one thing to panic (quite understandably, he thought) at this, and it was one thing to realize that all his friends, all his family, appeared two decades older than when he last saw them, only for him to realize he had seen them, somewhere, sometime since everything went hazy, fuzzy, blurred around the edges and misted over like fogged glass. It was one thing to realize with sickening, unparalleled horror and disgust that his body, his skills he had prided himself in and worked so hard to hone, had been weaponized and used against those Anakin loved, those he swore to protect. It was one thing to realize his comatose corpse had been made into a warlord, had been used to terrorize the Galaxy for the many years Anakin had been… absent. It was one thing for him to realize he had been chipped, and before that, mind-controlled by the man Anakin once trusted with his life and with the life of his friends and family, the man he adored and worshiped and served - it was another thing entirely to admit out loud what had happened in that office, what that same man had done to break him enough to slip through the cracks and take over.
Anakin didn’t think he had the strength to admit what happened in the privacy of his own mind, for that matter. He could face all other truths - even the harshest truths, the truth that Ahsoka had grown up so much without him, the truth that Padmé was gone, dead before Anakin could admit his feelings towards her. He could face the truth that the war had ended, that everything he had fought and strived for, everything he and his men had bled and died for, had been nothing but a farce, a graceless yet grossly glorified game. He could face them all, except the truths related to the Chancellor, to the way the man had so successfully blinded Anakin to it all, had taken the world and the Galaxy as a whole and even reality itself, had torn it down, had rebuilt it again tilted ever-so-slightly in his favor. Anakin couldn’t face the depths of his closest friend’s treachery, the betrayal that ran deep beneath Anakin’s fault lines, that threatened to break him apart completely.
More importantly, he couldn’t even stand to think about what he had done to him.
“General,” Rex sighed, sounding disappointed. Anakin flinched, minutely, at the sound, his face paling. He had heard the disappointment in Palpatine’s voice during those few rare, lucid moments that Anakin remembered. That disappointment promised pain and suffering, and it took all of Anakin’s willpower not to flinch away or shudder at the thought.
“I know you’re lying, General,” Rex murmured, his voice quiet yet somewhat tense. He sounded more… sad, than anything. Hurt, maybe.
Anakin hated making those around him sad. He hated hurting people even more, even if sometimes it seemed it was all he was ever good for.
“I- I can’t-” he tried to explain, his words catching in his throat. He hoped Rex would understand anyways, would see the depths of Anakin’s trauma reflected in his eyes, would know to drop the subject.
“I can’t,” he finished lamely, his hand shaking and trembling against the table.
“Why not?” Rex asked, his voice soft and sincere and devoid of any judgment, but Anakin flinched anyways, that helpless-alone-afraid feeling lurching inside his gut, re-emerging from deep within his contaminated soul to press against the inside of his skin, to well against the back of his eyes as unshed tears.
“I- I’m not strong enough,” Anakin whispered, the tears breaking free and streaming down his face. “I can’t stand to even think of it. Please.”
His heart thundered in his chest, his breathing rapid and shallow, his body trembling.
Rex nodded slowly, his eyes eclipsed momentarily with some sort of half-understanding, before returning to the perplexed but not unkind state they had been before.
“Please don’t make me say it,” Anakin begged, the world narrowing down as darkness prowled at the edges of his vision, some great beast waiting for the right moment to pounce.
“I- General, please understand, they need an answer. They’ll-” Rex closed his eyes and swallowed, a pained expression on his face. “They’ll kill you, Sir, if they think you’re lying. Please.”
Anakin ducked his head, that great lurking beast stalking ever closer.
“Palpatine- Sidious. He p-put s-something in my drink,” he began, stuttering and tripping over his own words and his own thoughts.
“Go on,” Rex murmured gently, softly, his warm eyes round and welcoming. Anakin had missed him oh-so-dearly, both the moment he had left for Mandalor and in the few moments of lucidity he had had since then.
“He- He pinned me d-down t-to the desk, and h-he- he-”
Rex sucked in a sharp breath, horrified understanding dawning in the man’s expression.
“General, I- I’m…” he trailed off.
“Please don’t make me say it,” Anakin pleaded once more, his hoarse voice barely more than a whisper.
Rex’s comm buzzed before he could answer, the man glancing at it with an odd mixture of trepidation and relief.
“I’ll talk to them, sir. I’ll figure something out, I promise,” Rex murmured, standing from his seat.
With wide, watery eyes, Anakin nodded, exhausted and drained, gray clouding his vision as Rex headed towards the exit.
“Pl’se d’nt make me say it,” he slurred quietly, slipping into the maw of unconscious. “‘M not-”
Not strong enough.
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tokoriart · 4 days
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⭐ Wild West 🌵
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hellsgate-roadhouse · 12 days
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📺 📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺
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march-hare01 · 1 year
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 5 months
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ℌ𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔰𝔞𝔴 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱 - 𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔅𝔶 ℨ𝔢𝔯𝔬
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ofdamnation · 1 year
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muse  :  zhang  jian  ,  26  ,  heterosexual  . closed  starter  :  for  @wasteslands​  . possible  connections  : f / nb  .
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          ‘  i’m  not  gonna  ask  you  again  ,  where  is  he  ?  ’
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feelingsofaithless · 1 year
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Lima (South American Tour, 2017) » Wastelands I’m not afraid to see you suckers hold a blade to me Ain’t a way to shake the ground I built before you came to be Take it how you take it, I’m the opposite of vacancy And this is not negotiation y’all can hate and wait and see
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