#cutler

[cuties-in-codices]

some 15th century occupations: chainmail-maker, bridle-maker, clerk, tailor, spice dealer, butcher, cutler, bird-catcher

from the "hausbuch der mendelschen zwölfbrüderstiftung", vol. 1, nuremberg (bavaria), 1426-1549

source: Nuremberg, Stadtbibliothek, Amb. 317.2°, fol. 10r, 14r, 62r, 67r, 75r, 83v, 95v, and 99r

#15th century #occupations #manuscripts #butcher #clerk #tailor #cutler #bird-catcher #chainmail-maker #bridle-maker #spice dealer #rpg inspiration #medieval art

[never-gonna-danse-again]

I don’t know if someone’s pointed out before but there are massive parallels in Danse’s story. Hear me out (parallels might not be the right word idk)

He’s haunted by the memory of killing his friend. Remembering the cold gun in his hand against Cutler’s head as he begged. There was no way out, if Danse left him he would still die, much more painfully. But if he stayed he’d have to live with the thought of murdering the only one who cared

And then he kneels to a friend, ready to be killed by their hand for the better of the Commonwealth. He wants to die to end his shame, in the same way he pulled the trigger for Cutler. Danse knows the pain and sympathises with your situation because not so long ago, he was there.

I’ve never been prouder of you than I am right now, brother.

Is this man not allowed happiness?

The hell, Bethesda?

#fallout 4 #fo4 #danse fallout 4 #paladin danse #fallout 4 companions #brotherhood of steel #cutler #bos fo4

[typosandtea]

Todays daily sketch:

Been seeing alot of ‘if Cutler lived’ headcannons on my dash the past few days, here’s my contribution:

Featuring @amazinglyegg ‘s interpretation of cutler :)

#my art #this is a joke I can’t picture Danse as having multiple partners sorry #silly memes #fallout memes #fallout 4 #fo4 #Paladin danse #fo4 danse #fo4 cutler #cutler #typos daily sketch #I have no idea what the original version of this meme is from sorry

[amazinglyegg]

"It's what I was taught... I don't know if it was right..."

Remake of this

#i had SO MANY PROBLEMS with this #tumblr hates me and hates cutler and WOULDNT LET ME MAKE CUTLER A GIF #so hes an mp4 now. ugh. #anyway idk if i improved!!! #i think my animation is better but i might prefer the 'old design' of cutler #i also accidentally made him face the wrong way which kinda messes with the whole 'recognizable burn scars' thing :/ #but you get the idea. danse sad cutler dead sad :( #fallout 4 #paladin danse #cutler #gif #my art #my animation #cw gif

[2001hz]

Comme des Garçons: Cutler and Gross 'Pink Panther' Clear Sunglasses Designed By: Junya Watanabe (2005)

#2001hz #01hz #archive #2001hz archive #y2k #2005 #cdg #comme des garcons #comme des garçons #comme des garcons archive #junya watanabe #sunglasses #pink #pink panther #cutler #gross #clear

[unteriors]

E 4th Street, Cutler, Illinois.

#Cutler #Illinois

[shes-an-iso]

Cutler. 💙

#my art #tron #tron uprising #cutler #lance reddick

[grantmespace]

I think normal thoughts about him

#tron #tron uprising #cutler #cutler tron uprising

[profeyandere]

𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐁. ─── ☾ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

Masterlist || Pirates of the Caribbean Masterlist || Wattpad

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Cutler Beckett x Fem!Reader

Warning: None :D

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

A young Cutler Beckett was, as he did every day after the summer holidays had begun after the last semester of learning at school, in the small park that was closest to the port and that was furthest from his house, trying to seek the tranquillity that he had not been allowed to have since the moment in which the last month of the school year had begun, being forced to move away from the pleasures that reading and other various arts of literature brought him; the young boy, although he had been marked as someone weak and sick from a very young age due to his appearance and his terrible immune system, had always been fascinated by the written arts, mainly by his older sister who had bothered to seek his well-being in at all times and had managed to transmit all the wisdom he possessed through books, hence his love for them.

Now that the summer holidays had arrived, and knowing that he would have to see his father more than he liked to imagine, he was forced to find someplace that would allow him to be calm in the mornings, at least until meal time, to later lock himself in his room to continue with his different studies in which his brothers would not interfere due to their lack of intellect. Cutler was the most intelligent of the three youngest men in the family and had found a way to keep his two brothers away while he was in the comfort of his home, in this case investigating a specific topic that did not interest them at all.

Beckett found in a large old tree the perfect place to hide from the world, staying in the shade and feeling sheltered by the fresh breeze that came from the sea, which could perfectly be seen from the point where he settled. He found himself gently brushing aside the small dry leaves that fell laughingly on his head or between the pages of his book, but on this particular day, it seemed that the tree must be willing to disturb him because a large number of leaves had begun to pile up on his sides and about himself, coming to feel so overwhelmed that he forced himself to stop reading to change position several times, believing that in this way that little martyrdom would end.

« This can't be possible », the boy thought to himself, looking momentarily towards the top of the tree, unable to distinguish anything that could be causing that constant movement in him.

The passing thought that it could be a wild animal made him calm down, maybe a cat or a squirrel could have lodged between the branches, and their constant movement caused the leaves to fall, in addition to the fact that the gentle wind could be of more help to cause the constant fall of the same, but when he narrowed his eyes slightly to be able to focus more on the great shadow that was above him, he felt a great chill in his whole body when he saw two enormous eyes look at him; Beckett couldn't tell exactly what kind of animal he was, but when he spotted those huge pearls that belonged to you he felt quite unsettled and annoyed.

« What intention would anyone have in observing me if it is not to annoy me? »

That question filled him with some fear as he thought that he was in danger and, with a quick and light movement of his legs and arms, he managed to stand up, facing the tree so that he could carefully observe the crown in which he had installed himself without having been noticed by him, looking for the shape of your body among the leafy and greenish leaves that covered the skeleton of the plant.

"Okay, you have five seconds to report to me before I call the authorities who, by the way, are a few meters from here," he warned seriously, hearing a soft giggle that came from you. Angrier, he snapped back. "I advise you to take this seriously because, whoever it is, I don't care if I denounce this lack of consideration and respect."

For your part, although it amused you to see how he had reacted as soon as he had noticed your presence, you couldn't help but think that the sooner you explained your reasons, the sooner you would feel as calm as you had during the time you had been together passed unnoticed so, intertwining your ankles around the branch you were lying on, you allowed yourself to fall face down to come face to face with him. Surprised by the closeness, he took a couple of steps back to put some distance between the two.

"Hello," you greeted me with emotion, dragging your fingers through your scalp to let your hair fall due to the action of gravity, "consider me pointing out that I had found that novel fascinating and, due to your paranoia, you have not allowed me to continue it."

Beckett was completely silent as soon as you appeared because, although he could easily distinguish that you were a woman, the type of clothes you were wearing, in addition to the manners with which you had presented yourself with him, seemed too strange to him; everything about you seemed curious, fascinating and abhorrent at the same time.

You were an all-in-one.

"Sorry?" He questioned, he had once come to his senses and had been able to react to your words. "Read my novel?"

"Of course," you said quickly, gently nodding your head. "I love to read, but my father doesn't allow me to bring too many books with me, and it's only when we land that I can read anything other than regulations and all that nonsense."

"I suggest that if you want to read a book, you go to the library which is four streets from our position," Beckett pointed out, turning his head to look at an elderly couple who were immersing themselves in the crowd in the nearby plaza. "It would be a pleasure to accompany you, but I'm sure you'll be able to find it on your own. I would only be a burden to you."

"Of course, of course," you replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "But I'm interested in that book, so if you'd be so kind, could you sit down and pick up where you left off, or am I going to have to take the book away from you so I can continue on my own?"

"In case you haven't understood me correctly, I'm telling you directly that I have no interest in you being my company this Saturday morning," he spoke again, this time with a more distant tone as he held the book between them more tightly in his hands.

"Oh, I see," you murmured. "What about them?"

The question confused Beckett and, although you took advantage of the moment he turned to steal the book from him in a moment of confusion, he felt indignant at the impolite way you had shown your interest in the novel he was reading. He wouldn't have shared the book with you, after all, it wasn't entirely his, and you were just a stranger, but as soon as he saw you take it in your mouth and return to stand on the branch, he internally regretted not having agreed to sit back on the ground and endure your sudden movements on the branch.

"Give it back," he ordered seriously, extending his arm to the branch, meeting with silence in response.

"Let me finish the chapter, and I'll answer you," you murmured, already immersed in the reading while you placed the branches in such a way that I couldn't see you.

"No," he quickly denied, moving closer to the trunk and tilting her head toward several gaps in the branches to try to find you. "The book does not belong to me, so I demand that you come down from that tree and return it to me right now."

The seriousness with which he had spoken to you had almost made you laugh because, even though you were on one of the branches closest to the ground, it amused you to see the way he spoke to the air as if he were truly speaking directly to you, hoping to be able to exercise some power over you so that you would obey him and, although you were about to return the book to him out of grief at seeing him so alarmed, it almost seemed like a better idea to make him suffer while you entertained yourself with his strange angry faces. You had made sure that his brow was furrowed exaggeratedly and, although he spoke calmly and his body showed the attacking posture he was taking in the argument, his slightly wrinkled nose took away all the serious side he was trying to show you, giving him an air very similar to an angry rabbit or a raging hamster.

"I intend to keep this book until the end of the chapter," you repeated, slowly moving a small branch that covered your face so you could make eye contact with him. "Also, keep doing that cute face you do, I find it very attractive."

The teasing you had done to him had annoyed him and, although you remained several seconds looking at each other in search of some answer from the other, Beckett was confused to see how your eyes widened with fear and suddenly disappeared from his field of vision when moving again the small branches that had covered you, but when he heard a series of very characteristic voices that always made his hair stand on end, he understood your reaction. The three boys who approached him with mischievous smiles were his classmates who, although he had been able to avoid them for a while, he had not expected to find them in a place so far from the crowd that they were always stuck.

You, on the other hand, had hidden even better in the treetop as you watched the scene begin to unfold between the stranger and the trio who seemed so interested in him.

At first, you were not worried about the meeting between the young people and, although it was true that you were not able to hear a word of what they said since you had settled on the branch to resume reading, you had been able to observe that the four of them began to talk calmly, even if the face of the brown-haired boy you had met showed more tension as soon as he had seen them arrive. You gently tilted your head to the side, curious and confused, for you couldn't understand how a group of people who knew each other could be in tension while around each other.

You made sure of the look that the boy you had met showed and, although it was true that you were not aware of anything about him, you were able to feel the slight panic and anger he felt due to the position he presented. His hands were made into fists, with completely white knuckles, while his eyes were slowly exchanging between the three who were looking for some kind of help or courage to face him and you, before the penetrating and malicious gaze of the three thugs, you couldn't help but act.

Your body reacted on its own because, as soon as you realized it, you were already with your feet on the ground, having placed yourself between the trio of thugs in front of you, and the stranger who had ended up behind your back. Even if you hadn't seen it, the brown-haired man was pleasantly surprised to see you appear suddenly and disinterestedly.

"And this one?" One of the kids asked, letting his arm rest on the shoulder of the one in the middle, dropping his weight to try and intimidate you. "Look at those clothes, didn't they teach you that you should wear a skirt?"

"And you surely used a puddle of mud as a mirror before leaving home, but nobody tells you anything," you countered, smiling broadly to the point where your teeth could be seen perfectly and your playful tongue appeared between them as a warning. derision.

Your scowl angered the trio of boys who, ready to make the first move at the start of a fight, seemed to come to an abrupt halt when they took in the small black ink mark on your right wrist that you were unashamedly displaying and the small object you took out of the pocket of your pants with which you began to play and move without hesitation. Beckett, who could only see your back and the faces of his thugs, was confused to see how his faces turned a sickly whitish hue as if they had seen a ghost pass in front of his eyes.

"Okay, guys," you said, leaning forward, holding out the hand that held the small knife you'd drawn. "What were you going to do? Don't you want to come a little closer to talk about why you bothered my friend?"

"Your friend?" One of them questioned, causing them to look quickly at each other. "Is Beckett your friend?"

"Of course, we're close," you lied. "Are you going to answer me now or do I have to call my comrades?"

At that question, the trio began to shake their heads quickly before taking a few steps back, mainly out of fear and distrust, before starting to run in the opposite direction to which they were heading so they could warn the closer guards close to your position.

With a victorious smile, you turned to face Beckett, receiving a strong headbutt from him who, wanting to thank you for your act of bravery, had come too close to you without expecting you to turn to look at him, causing both of you to separate a few seconds steps before you, seeing how he rubbed his forehead, began to laugh; with the tension already eliminated around you, you had managed to release yours in that way, confusing him.

"What are you laughing at?” he questioned in confusion, frowning.

"Easy, tiger," you tried to calm him down. "We are very clumsy and, hey, have you seen his face?"

Your laugh, although he could have found it irritating, was now beginning to come across as a good sign where amusement was the main feeling there.

"Yes," he affirmed, nodding his head slightly before looking you completely up and down, finding what had scared the trio so much. "I hope you are aware that the lifestyle you have is not going to be favourable to you."

You shrugged and smiled.

"My mother died when I was born, my father took care of me and he is a pirate, what can I do? Asked. "I will never be a young lady and, to starve, I prefer to stay with my father until I get a ship of my own and he can sail completely alone."

"That's impossible," he said. "You need at least two people and, being alone, I doubt very much that you will get far."

"Then come with me, be my second in command," you proposed. "You can see the world, get all the treasures you want and be free."

"The offer is tempting, but there is a drawback," he murmured, pointing his finger at the two men who seemed to be looking for you. "If it was something allowed under England law I wouldn't mind, but I'm fine for now, thanks."

"You're very boring, you know?" You said before handing him the book you had taken from him. "But my proposal will still stand and I am sure that one day you will join me to form the best pirate crew in history."

Your words, although you had not meant them to sound so loud, betrayed you and, because of nerves and enthusiasm, you caused the guards who had been looking for the pirate they had heard so much about to become alert and quickly turn in your direction.

"If they don't hang up on you first," he murmured, taking the book carefully before placing it under his arm.

"Let's knock on wood so that doesn't happen," you whispered, moving away from him. "See you around."

With that quick goodbye, Beckett watched you run with great speed and agility towards the town square, where they would surely lose your trail and, although he wanted to deny it, he had been quite intrigued with you and was not about to lose this offer that seemed so tempting to him, even if over the years he ended up loathing any kind of pirate activity that came his way.

Now, several years after that first chance meeting, Cutler Beckett had managed to get an honorary title that accredited him as a lord, as one of the most powerful men in England and in the service of the East India Company, doing work that, quite morally questionable, they had made him grow as a man and a person, but not without forgetting the reasons that led him to be the man he was now. Piracy, being at its height, had been a practice that he had detested since his young adulthood, from the moment he was taken prisoner by a French pirate and from which he had managed to escape by a small miracle with a happy face and a great smile. agility.

He hated pirates with all his soul, he had promised himself to hate them until the day they died, but it was seeing you sail to the port of the island where he was that made those negative thoughts vanish and others deeper and more love emerged.

"I hope you know that you don't have to appear abruptly before me to surprise me, I know you're there."

Beckett's words made you gasp and, as if you were as young as you were then, you appeared face down in front of his face, still with the big smile that characterized you so much.

"It makes me angry to know that you already know my tricks, that's not how this works."

You saw how the British didn't hesitate to smile back at you.

You could never put aside that forbidden friendship that society, the laws and your respective jobs had marked you for life.

#cutler beckett #cutler #beckett #lord beckett #cutler beckett x reader #lord beckett x reader #cutler beckett x you #lord beckett x you #cutler beckett x oc #lord beckett x oc #reader #you #oc #tom hollander #cutler beckett imagine #lord beckett imagine #tom hollander imagine #pirates of the caribbean

[luciadiosa]

Enchanting Mermaid

Masterlist

Part 9

Soon your complete dress was soaked up with water. Your hair is dripping from the rain. The sun has always been too warm and she really enjoys the rain.

With one lip you hum a tune and stand still in the rain. Cutler unlocks the door of the house while you face the raindrops. He couldn't take time to admire you. The rain had soaked him too and your melody reached his ears.

With one move he brought you into the house and closed the door. It was a small terraced house in central London that he owned but rarely used. He just had it cleaned every now and then. Also this time what it was brought to Vordemann. But otherwise they were alone.

The water drips from you two onto the wooden floor. As you turn to face him, you see him walking toward you. decisive. You back away as he draws a knife. "Cutler...?"

Instead of answering, he pushes you against the wall. "You're completely wet. I don't want you to transform." he said at the same moment that he was ripping so much fabric at the seams with the knife and pulling the heavy, wet dress from your body. The corset also falls to the ground.

"There's more to it than such a storm." you explain. He stops moving and seeks your eyes. Only in your slip you stand against the wall. He so much in front of you that you can feel his breath.

He started to say something while getting lost in your eyes. Your melody from earlier was still buzzing in his ears. The longing with which mermaids pull sailors into the deep sparkles in his eyes. But he pushes himself away from the wall and you.

"You should at least warm up." he explains and ran to the fireplace. As he ran, he took off his coat and draped it over a chair. Arriving at the fireplace, he kindled the fire. "I'm going to take a bath. The kitchen is stocked with groceries." he explains. You look at him in surprise. "What? Did you think I couldn't do all this because I usually have servants? It would be a waste of time waiting for this one to arrive. Especially with this weather."

With the words, he withdrew, leaving you alone. Your gaze wandered to the fire. The flames lick up crackling. Color the chimney black and provide warmth. __________ The heat of the water warms his body. He is glad to be out of the wet cold clothes. There was an error. He told himself that sometimes. In such situations. When you're there, when just a note of music rolls off your lips, he wasn't himself anymore. You draw him in and he threatens to lose control every time.

He sighs and lays his head back on the edge of the tub. The storm rages against the windows and facade of the house. Just as you rage on its facade. He should have sold you right away. Ship straight to London. Just being away from him. But in addition to your brutality as a beast, the spell also burned a vulnerability, a bond in him.

However, he already had a plan and hopes that it will work out and that he can push it through. Normally this wasn't a problem. But he wasn't so sure about you anymore.

Taglist:

@umgatochamadopercyval

#cutler beckett x fem reader #cutler beckett x reader #lord cutler beckett #cutler #potc fanfiction #potc #enchanting mermaid fanfiction #enchanting mermaid #tom hollander

[dinonuggiescosyes]

I've seen things about people wondering whether Danse is his first or last name, but I think that it is his only name.

Talking to him, he says that he doesn't remember having a family, so does that mean that he wouldn't remember a surname either? I'm also wondering if it's the same with Cutler, because when you talk to Danse at the end of the Fort Strong quest, he says "Knight Cutler" when you pass the speech check asking him why he hates super mutants so much, and when you talk with him about Cutler in the more personal conversation about him joining the brotherhood, he also says Cutler, when I think that he probably would have used a first name because he's talking about him in a more personal way, not just as his brotherhood title.

I'm probably completely wrong, but that's just my perspective on it :)

I know a lot of characters do have first names and surnames, but there are also those who don't (or we just dont know them), and I think Danse is one of them. It's also because I just can't imagine him with a first name, but I know it'd be something like Archibald or Bartholemew because it would be very funny

#paladin danse #fallout 4 #cutler #brotherhood of steel #ps maxson i still want your coat is looks comfy af

[never-gonna-danse-again]

my mind has been festering this for days now

The whole thing about Cutler being kidnapped by super mutants and infected with FEV is cool and all, but what if he wasn't turned into one of them? What if he was a failed FEV experiment a la FO3 where he's still very much conscious and very much still himself, though in immense physical pain and an abomination of science. So Danse didn't kill a super mutant as part of his backstory, because when he killed his best friend, he was still in there. He could still talk, if barely, and begged him to pull the trigger. Danse just didn't explain the whole story.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #danse fallout 4 #cutler #brotherhood of steel #bos #FEV #i'm not crying haha #yes the name of my blog is appropriate for this subject

[queen-of-the-danse]

I really wish we'd gotten to know more about Danse and Cutler's relationship than the single conversation. If you look at Knight-Captain Cade's terminal you can discover that Danse has PTSD, which I would guess is a result of what happened to Cutler and Danse having to kill his best friend (and potential lover, Bethesda is annoyingly vague but given the way Danse talks about him and the fact that he's bi I'd say he was attracted to Cutler at the very least).

Cutler is the one significant relationship he's had aside from the Sole Survivor. I also wish we could see Danse grapple with what Cutler may have thought about Danse being a synth, especially if Cutler strongly held the Brotherhood's beliefs.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #danse #danse headcanons #cutler

[amazinglyegg]

hi! Following seeing some of your posts and the art by typosandtea, I was wondering what your lore/ hcs for Cutler are! I LOVE your design for him

also just came to say I think you’re awesome :) have a great day

Thank you so much!! Your headcanons on Cutler have been amazing as well, I'm so glad this character that gets like, two lines of dialogue about him is getting recognized by the fandom (as he DESERVES!)

Headcanons about Cutler

Cutler had his eyes on the cute scrap seller in Rivet City for a while, and their first real interaction was him trying to flirt.

Danse, being on the aroace spectrum (maybe demisexual?) and extremely oblivious, never realized this fact. He assumed Cutler was just trying to haggle for a lower price.

Cutler never bought anything though. Instead he would ask about the original uses of all the pre-war items Danse had in stock and watched as Danse's face lit up. He loved to listen to him ramble about things he was passionate about.

He asked Danse out for a meal one evening and Danse, hungry and poor, was happy with the free food. Danse never quite picked up on Cutler's crush, but Cutler took it in stride anyway - he was a very carefree guy who was perfectly fine with making a new friend.

Danse and Cutler were basically opposites. Cutler was always impulsive and chaotic, big golden retriever energy, and Danse was much more reserved and anxious when he was younger.

They balanced each other out well, Danse could reel Cutler's chaos in and Cutler taught Danse to loosen up a little. They got into trouble sometimes, but never anything too serious.

I also imagine Cutler to be a bit of a nomad. He had a sister at home he'd send mail to regularly, but other than that he was always moving and exploring the wasteland without a specific goal in mind, only staying at places for a few months at a time before moving on.

So of course he was hyped about the Brotherhood recruiting. Free food, clothing, shelter, and education! And once he got bored he'd just dip and find a new place to call home like he always has.

He probably would have left the Brotherhood long before his scouting op if it wasn't for Danse, honestly.

His opinion of Danse was a complicated one. Depsite not usually becoming attached to friends or lovers, he had this urge to keep Danse safe and watch him succeed in life. Danse was such a strange guy with such a complicated mind it was like watching a bug under a microscope... and his crush on him really didn't help.

By the time he realized just how deep of a hole he dug himself into it was too late to back out and go back to his nomad life. Not that he minded, he was more than happy following Danse to wherever he wanted to go.

At a certain point they both knew they loved each other, but nothing was ever said. It really wasn't important to either of them to label their relationship or have some sort of big admission of love. They just silently knew they'd be there for each other no matter what.

The last time they saw each other was when Cutler was leaving on his mission. He waved through the window of the vertibird and Danse, not wanting to break protocol, kept a steady salute and didn't wave back. They really thought they were going to see each other again.

As for physical features

Danse struggles with a bit of face blindness, so he tends to look for concrete features like hair, markings, or clothing to identify people. Cutler of course mirrored this perfectly by being very noticable in terms of appearance.

Blonde hair, green eyes. A burn scar going down his face and to his shoulder. Cheap jewelery with a fake gold chain necklace. And, despite how cold it probably was in rivet city, he always wore a white tank top. He was a very memorable guy and didn't change his outfits often!

When Cutler died he still had his dogtags and chains around his neck, almost tight enough it was constricting blood flow. This sticks with Danse for a long time and plays a bit into my fic Danse and Uncertainty where he gets all emotional seeing a feral with a sundress on. It reminds him that all these monsters were once human, and potentially once someone's friend.

I don't quite have a story in mind for his burn scar, but given how he spent a big chunk of his life moving around it's not surprising he had some scars. He was never self conscious of them and loved showing them off and telling the stories, even if he had to stretch the truth a bit to make them more interesting.

#fallout 4 #paladin danse #cutler #headcanons #fallout 4 companions

[roger-that-palidan]

Oh the angst that can be brought to light by this pair, ohhhhh the angst.  

#If y'all forgot #Cutler was someone important in Danses life #Cutler is the reason why #Danse despise Super Mutants #this is my interpterion #of Cutler #fallout 4 #fallout 4 fanart #paladin danse #cutler

[daysinayear2015]

Day 316: November 12, 2023

Raced the Bold Coast Bash 50k! Cutler, ME.

#3652023 #from the run #cutler #maine #downeast