#president kimball

[iravaid]

Quick comic based on the Forecaster’s dialogue when he thinks about ‘You’, more below the cut + some details i wanted to ramble about

page 1.

- wanted to give the Forecaster’s psyker abilities some kind of representation, and ultimately landed on a snake skeleton for the vibes and symbolisms

page 2.

- trying to use this page to represent the massive, overall concept and ideas at stake in the weeks surrounding the second battle for Hoover Dam, contrasted with the small, moving parts that keep it going and ultimately shift the overall outcome

page 3.

- trying to tell something of a story posture and expression-wise with House, Kimball, and Caesar: Kimball and Caeser leaning in, invested in the game, with House leaning back and merely watching, with his cards facedown on the table instead of in his hand, as they’ve been long since memorised

- the chips form important areas in the game overtop a faint road map of the mojave on tha table. These places being Camp McCarran, the Strip, Hoover Dam, and the Fort, with the platinum chip sitting alone in the Goodsprings area

- the four handguns are the ones you get in the DLCs - Police Pistol from DM, Sonic Emitter from OWB, Light Shining in Darkness from HH, and Laser Detonator from LW

- the symbols at the bottom in the shadows represent some of the factions the Courier can ally with/help in the game (from left to right: Chairmen, Boomers, White Glove Society, Remnants, Omertas, Followers of the Apocalyse, and the Great Khans)

page 4.

- the symbols on the cards further goes into the metaphor, with the ‘hand’ the Courier is holding containing the factions who can help them in the final battle - the Mk 2. Securitrons, the Remnants, the Boomers, the Khans, the Strip

- My courier, Zihun, has a glass eye modelled after a Nightstalker, hence the reptillian eye in the last panel

page 5.

- storm clouds. augh. agonies.

#fallout new vegas #fancomic #fnv #courier six #zihun #forecaster #mr house #president kimball #fnv caesar #honest hearts #old world blues #lonesome road #dead money #my art #iraart #fanart

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

Idk why but it always pisses me off whenever people say Yes Man plans on betraying The Courier

And the so called proof is the line about making him more assertive

The line means nobody but The Courier would be able to give him orders similar to how The Courier took Yes Man from Benny

I dont think intentional betrayal is in Yes Mans programming and its a more likely possibility of House or The NCR or a Lanius controlled Legion betraying The Courier rather than Yes Man

Idk I just always thought the idea of Yes Man betraying The Courier would be extremely out of character for him

#fnv #fallout #new vegas #fallout new vegas #caesar's legion #new california republic #ncr #the ncr #robert house #aaron kimball #general lee oliver #president kimball #yes man #the courier #courier six #courier 6 #benny gecko #edward sallow #joshua graham #fnv ulysses #fnv caesar #vulpes inculta

[hipstersoulgushers]

@queerchorus rvb needs more lesbians!

#rvb #agent carolina #vanessa kimball #president kimball #kimbalina #red vs blue #my art #hipstersoulgushers art #i think theyre cute together

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

NCR in a nutshell

(The Courier is protecting NCR President Kimball as he gives a speech at Hoover Dam)

President Kimball: My fellow Californians, we enjoy so much freedom, it’s almost sickening. We’re free to choose which hand our radiation monitoring chip is planted in. And if we don’t wanna pay our taxes, why, we’re free to spend a weekend with a deathclaw!

Some random Deathclaw in the crowd: See you April 15th, folks!

#incorrect quotes #smash bros #submission #incorrect super smash bros #super smash bros #Fallout #Fallout New Vegas #The Courier #Courier 6 #President Kimball #source: Futurama

[crust-kitty]

working on something for instagram. admittedly i rewrote canon for my story and shes not the courier but she did steal the platinum chip from the courier. just raider girl thingz

#crust art #fallout #fallout new vegas #new vegas #caesar #yes man #president kimball #mr house

[delafiseaseses]

One of my favorite parts of the NCR just tryin' to be America has to be the fact President Kimball says 'my fellow Californians.' and uses 'Californian' the exact way an American politician would use 'American'.

The entire speech is pretty good. Full of little things. It can be very sinister. Especially lines like "This was the same fire that burned in the heart of the Old World that preceded us. We are the heirs of that civilization, torchbearers eastward of the Pacific, into the darkness of this wasted land."

I'd recommend reading or listenin' to the entire thing if you've only heard a bit of it in the background in-game. It's quite somethin'.

#fallout #new vegas #fallout new vegas #ncr #aaron kimball #president kimball

[absolutly-not-an-alien]

save me jason bright...... jason bright save me........

anyways, any of yall have headcanons/cool facts about glowing ones? i personally like the idea that they have a preponderant influence on other ghouls.

#my art #geiger #mspaint #ms paint #fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout new vegas oc #fnv oc #fallout ghoul #fnv ghoul #ghoul oc #ghoul fallout #bright brotherhood #the bright brotherhood #jason bright #come fly with me #at your service my queen #fallout: new vegas #fallout #caesar fallout #caesar fnv #fnv caesar #mr house #fnv president Kimball #fnv kimball

[not-so-superheroine]

okay, latter day saints (of all flavors)

in your opinion, who is the/your most based latter day prophet and why?

#mormon #latter day saints #tumblrstake #queerstake #community of christ #i didn’t put Q12 bc i have major biases there #obvi the apostle who is my tik tok mutual 🤪 (i'm dead serious. the embarrassment 😳) #and most of y'all would say Apostle Uchtdorf i do believe #and yeah he's cool i will say #my answer will go in an rb so people can respond in an rb without my long post #i will have to tell that tik tok story bc i decided to delete absolutely nothing lol #Apostle Smith will simply cope with the cringy content #in the Utah church my favorite is President Spencer W. Kimball but thats just my outside opinion #i read Black Saints in a White Church and he earned my respect for going to bat for Black Saints in the Utah LDS church #but not a fan of some of his stuff from the early 60's but his understanding of race clearly grew and improved from then

[toxicentity405]

This took me FOREVER to finish. But it was worth it.

My courier Venera stares up at her enemies alongside Ulysses and the Ed-es. This was my first time drawing most of these characters, so sorry if they look a bit weird.

#fallout new vegas #fnv #fnv ulysses #ulysses fallout #courier six #courier oc #my art #fallout fanart #mr house #legate lanius #benny gecko #Couldn’t find a tag for president kimball lmao #ed e #venera dubrovhsky

[svalleynow]

Student Loan Forgiveness begins for Some

On Wednesday, the Biden administration said it is automatically forgiving $1.2 billion in student debt for 153,000 borrowers. Loan holders whose debt will be discharged will receive an email informing them of their forgiveness. Those who are eligible have been enrolled in repayment plans for at least 10 years and originally borrowed $12,000 or less for college.

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#Bledsoe County News #Bridgeport #Chattanooga News #Dunlap News #Grundy County News #Haletown #Jackson County News #Jasper News #Kimball News #Marion County News #Monteagle #New Hope #Pikeville #President Joe Biden #Sequatchie County News #Sequatchie Valley News #South Pittsburg News #Stevenson #Whitwell News

[falloutnewnobody]

in honor of the eclipse thing happening today, what fnv characters would do in the event on an eclipse (knowledge of what an eclipse is not required this is just based on vibes)

boone: stare directly into the sun

cass: stare directly into the sun

Veronica: stare directly into the sun

lily: stare directly into the sun

raul: stare directly into the sun

lily: stare directly into the sun

ulysses: stare directly into the sun

edward ceasar: stare directly into the sun

vulpes: stare directly into the sun

presidant aaron kimball: stare directly into the sun

general lee oliver stare directly into the sun

Benny: stare directly into the sun

the king: stare directly into the sun

ringo from goodsprings: stare directly into the sun

arcade and joshua graham: yell at everyone to STOP FUCKING STARING DIRECTLY INTO THE SUN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE THINKING DONT DO THAT???????

#i think this is funny #fnv #not tagging all the characters indevidually #fallout new vegas

[fnvminorcharacterpoll]

FNV Minor Character Poll - Round 1-A, Day 1

Left: Aaron Kimball, President of the New California Republic. —"We must always remember that wherever Californians stand, we carry our principles with us: equal respect, representation, and protection under the laws of a just republic. This was the same fire that burned in the heart of the Old World that preceded us. We are the heirs of that civilization, torchbearers eastward of the Pacific, into the darkness of this wasted land."

Right: Santiago, indebted con man in Freeside. —"Sir, Santiago does not know what he has done to offend, but he can explain everything."

Designated cheerleaders were not available for this match-up.

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#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #aaron kimball #santiago #round 1-a #round 1

[makeyoumine69]

My Lovely Detective I

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Detective!OC

— CO-WRITER: @iron-flavored-lipgloss

— SUMMARY: Being a detective in New York was pretty hard, and being a woman detective was even harder, but not for Andrea Moore. Despite the fact that she lived the life of an average American without any luxury or wealth, she loved her job, her life and her boyfriend, who always supported her. One day, her boss — Detective Kimball — assigned her to a case regarding the disappearance of a very rich man from Wall Street named Paul Allen, and her first task became to interrogate the man who was suspected to be connected to it. From that moment on, Andrea would have to reveal what secrets were hidden behind the perfect facade of Patrick Bateman...

— CONTAINS: Swearing, misogyny, mind manipulation, mild seduction.

— WORDS: 2.4k

— A/N: Me and my dear friend @iron-flavored-lipgloss have been working on this writing project for quite a while and now it's finally here! Feel free to share your opinion, we hope you like it!

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [AO3}.

Pierce & Pierce

The first impression I got when I stepped into the glass box called P&P office was the unprecedented atmosphere of wealth and elitism I'd never experienced before. It only confirmed Donald Kimball's statements about Wall Street and its special aura that consumes you from the moment you enter the space where arrogant yuppies rush past you without paying attention, even if they push you painfully on your shoulder.

Today, I had to interrogate one of the vice presidents of Pierce & Pierce, his name was Patrick Bateman and Detective Kimball - my boss - had a very strange opinion about this guy and he made me aware to be careful and attentive to the things he would say. And I didn't know why my heart was beating so fast when it was such a common thing for me to interrogate someone, but once I got to the right floor and went into Bateman's office I saw a beautiful blonde woman who was supposed to be his assistant. Her name was Jean and she asked me to wait a bit before she sneaked into Patrick's office to ask him if he was not super busy.

One minute, two minutes...

I was getting more and more nervous the longer I waited, but luckily for me, Jean appeared almost as I was about to start digging my nails into my skin; she politely asked me to come in.

With deliberate movements, I entered the fashionable office to see a handsome man sitting at the wooden desk, his brown hair with a golden hue slicked back, and the moment he raised his eyes to me, I felt a tight knot form in my stomach.

"This is Detective Andrea Moore," Jean introduced me with a friendly smile. "Can I get you some coffee?" She asked immediately, but her question wasn't addressed to me as I noticed her devoted gaze on the brown-haired man who still hadn't said a word.

For Patrick Bateman, there was little to distinguish one workday from the other. Everything went in pleasantly bland and repetitive cycles: arriving at the office (impeccably styled from head to toe like any self-respecting yuppie, but still a little sleeker than everyone else, he reassured himself), the new release by whatever popular band was blaring in his headphones. With world economic news on the TV and a crossword puzzle to complete, he told Jean to cancel unnecessary meetings every morning.

But not today. 

There was a moment of irritation when Jean declared that there was an unexpected visitor waiting outside his office. A detective, she said, but this time it wasn't Kimball, and this additional information was what really started to bother Patrick. 

He had to make an effort to manipulate Kimball, sure that the man would finally believe in his integrity and drop the 'Paul Allen' case.‘Maybe I need to get my lawyer involved, maybe money needs to be paid to solve this.' The door opened again, this time Jean led the detective in, and in an instant a wave of relief washed over Patrick. He dismissed Jean with a smile that was almost natural to him by now. He let her go and then turned his eyes back to the woman in front of him. ‘A female detective... If they exchanged Kimball with her, for whatever reason, my situation can't be that bad.’ Patrick let his eyes glide over her body, his confidence returning with every second. Aside from her sex, this person truly presented a different image than Kimball. Illuminated by the morning sun, her suit shimmered in a way that only cheap polyester could. ‘What a feeble attempt to demand respect,’ Patrick thinks with mild disgust. Despite its loose cut, the suit did little to hide her voluptuous figure. 'Nice tits. Could be an hourglass figure if it weren't for the fat around her waist.' 

Disinterested, he focused again on her face, framed by brown and unruly curls - another flaw in his book. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Miss ...?" Patrick asked in a tone of false pleasantness, but with a face that didn't betray much happiness. He didn't remember her name very well either, even though Jean had said it just a few seconds ago.

"Miss Moore," she replied briefly, taking a seat across from his desk. At first the woman reached out to shake his hand, but then she pulled back. "Detective Donald Kimball has decided to let me continue his investigation into Paul Allen's disappearance," Andrea paused to retrieve the notebook and pen from her bag. "We have another missing persons case."

Though her voice sounded confident and stern, there was a turmoil of emotions raging within her, but the woman managed to regain her composure. God, why was reality so cruel to her? When Kimball had given her this case, he had never mentioned what Bateman looked like, and that had made Andrea think that Patrick was a typical middle-aged banker, but she had been so fucking wrong that now she felt embarrassed and nervous, and her hands were shaking slightly. 

"According to my information, you were seeing a woman named Bethany not too long ago," the detective looked at Patrick while he made some notes. "You were studying at Harvard together. Is that correct?"

‘She has an exotic look to her, despite the last name. A "first generation raised outside East Harlem" kind of vibe, ' Patrick thought dismissively.  ‘Girls like her have a lot to prove, and they always bring that insecurity into the conversation. They cover it up by acting all masculine and bossy.’ 

It wasn't lost on him how her fingers trembled as she reached for the notebook, and that was the only reason the mention of Bethany's name didn't worry him for the moment. Perhaps Paul was having an affair with her? New York's elite is a small world. 

Right now, this interview was nothing more than an inconvenience for him. "That's true. But really, our relationship ended after graduation. I also can't help but wonder how any of this relates to Paul Allen. At least that was the topic of conversation with Detective Kimball."

'What a smug son of a bitch.' The detective didn't flinch, her face devoid of emotion despite the storm brewing inside. "You see, sometimes we work with the police to help find missing persons," she explained, unbuttoning her jacket to reveal a simple blue blouse underneath. "A few weeks ago it was reported that a woman named Bethany Simmons had disappeared under strange circumstances, but before that she had dined with you. Her hairdresser confirmed it."

A sudden power shift in the conversation made Andrea feel a little more confident as she detected a slight tension in the way Bateman frowned.

"What happened after dinner, Mr. Bateman?" The woman asked insistently, pen in hand, ready to catch every word the man was about to give her. "Maybe you can tell us where Bethany is now?"

Patrick couldn't help but feel his body stiffen at Detective Moore's words before he forced himself to lean back in his chair - just keeping up the pretense of casualness. 

"We met for a late dinner, nothing more. After that we parted ways, I would have assumed she went home. But this is really disturbing to hear."

Mimicking a sad expression, Patrick studied the woman across from him intensely. Maybe he needed to be careful. Kimball had a different attitude, one that Patrick already began to miss because of its familiarity. 

‘Why so aggressive with this lack of hard evidence? A hairdresser... Believe a hairdresser over the testimony of a vice president of a leading Wall Street firm! I bet she just hates men.’

And yet his eyes lingered on her now exposed blouse.

The detective was about to check the time, but when she noticed the gold Rolex on Bateman's wrist, she somehow changed her mind, not wanting to reveal her cheap watch.

"Okay," she smiled suddenly and put her notebook on her lap. "May I ask about your relationship with Bethany? Maybe she shared some concerns with you during that dinner? Did she think she was in danger? Maybe someone was threatening her?" Andrea asked with undisguised interest in the case she was investigating. "I know that Mr. Kimball had a conversation with Bethany's fiancé..."

The sudden pause hung in the air like a suffocating rope around Patrick's neck.

'He's lying, I can feel it.' The woman grinned wider and made some notes. "I really hope you'll give me some information so I don't have to deal with your lawyer. People in your circle always like to do that." Andrea fixed her curly locks that tried to block her vision. "But I understand how busy you are."

Hidden under the desk from the detective's watchful eyes, Patrick's fingers began to dig into his thigh. Oh, how he wished it was her neck instead. 

How much information could Bethany's fiancé really have? No, this seemed more like a strategy to make him panic, and yet it was starting to work in a way. 

"Oh, I don't see any need to get a lawyer involved. These questions are only reasonable," Patrick fought to maintain the image of an innocent man and gave the most sympathetic smile his tense muscles could muster. "She didn't mention anything specific, but you know. She had a tendency to meet up casually with different men, so who knows where she went after our dinner. I'm not sure how informed her boyfriend is about that either. As for me and her - we were just catching up for old times' sake.”

At this point, Patrick started to seriously think about what had happened to Bethany's body.

Andrea did her best to catch up with Bateman's comments, writing them down with calculated precision. Then she massaged her temples shortly - a clear sign of her tired state. "You said Bethany was seeing other men...do you think she might be unfaithful to her fiancé?" The detective asked suddenly, arching her eyebrow in a thoughtful manner as cogs began to turn in her head. "Also, do you know her boyfriend? Could he be dangerous to Bethany?"

The woman didn't even notice her foot tapping on the floor, the adrenaline from the current conversation coursing through her veins, and that was the strongest drug for her.

"Have you been having an affair with Bethany behind his back? That can be a motive for him to commit a crime, you know what I mean?" She murmured in a suddenly low voice, her throat was dry from tension, but she didn't dare ask for water. A muffled rustling of city life could be heard in the moment of silence and the woman hoped that Patrick couldn't hear her fast heartbeat.

Maybe it was the way she looked at him (tired? dismissive? annoyed?), but something inside him shifted. Suddenly, Patrick found himself dangerously overwhelmed by irritation at her audacity and bold questioning, more than anything else.

"It was her who invited me, and during our time together she was clearly trying to make a move. Well, she didn't get what she wanted out of that dinner. I'm engaged myself, you know."

‘She thinks she's so smart, but if we had met under different circumstances, in a club for example, she would be throwing herself at me right now.’

"You said it yourself, I have a very busy lifestyle," and with a playful glance at his Rolex, Patrick continued. "But I'm making time for you, willing to prove good intentions. And all I can say is that I knew Bethany better when we were together. I'm unfamiliar with her exact current situation and fiancé."

Beyond the carefully curated faux friendliness, he leaned forward and looked deeply into Detective Moore's dark eyes. 

"But if a woman in a committed relationship looks at other men the way she looked at me that night - her boyfriend can't be good. Wouldn't that be the logical conclusion?"

His unexpectedly brazen remark made Andrea's jaw clench in anger. "Maybe after we find Bethany, you can ask her that question."

The woman tried to hide her annoyance as his words found some resonance within her - Bateman was an utterly handsome man, it was foolish and stupid to try to argue with that fact, though that didn't mean the detective had to admit it either.

"Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Bateman," the woman muttered and tucked her things back into her bag. " I will take some time researching information and discussing it with Mr. Kimball. I think we can meet here in a week or...maybe at a café?" The woman's expression didn't change even when she realized what she had just said. "I don't want to bother Jean and the people in here," Andrea tried to shake off her nervousness. "But this is all up to you."

Patrick raised his eyebrows, taking her sudden desire to leave as a success on his part. "Why do you say you bother Jean? This is her job. But if there is any way I can help you with your research, please do."

He held one of his business cards out to her, his attitude now almost charming.

‘Of course she wants to meet me for dinner. Like all the women I've met, huh?’

 "Call this number and Jean will discuss a convenient time and date with you. I will get us a good reservation at a restaurant, for whatever topic you want to discuss with me. You see, I just don't like unannounced interruptions."

The woman took the business card and, without looking at it, quickly put it in her notebook. "See you soon, have a good day, Mr. Bateman."

With that Andrea picked up her things and got up to leave the office as soon as possible, she didn't say anything to Jean. When she was finally outside, she took a moment to breathe deeply, as if she was suffocating from lack of oxygen all the time. The pedestrians passed her like ghosts, her heartbeat pulsed in her ears and Andrea couldn't really remember being so... shocked and puzzled by any man before. 

Even in the subway all she could think about was Bateman and his pathetic attempts to deceive her and mislead her investigation. Now she had more questions than answers, and she desperately needed to talk to Mr. Kimball. ‘I'm gonna make you talk, Bateman, I'm gonna do more than that.’

#american psycho #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #slasher smut #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale smut #christian bale #patrick bateman imagines #patrick bateman x oc #patrick bateman x fem!oc #slasher x oc

[guillotine-drop]

Hey guys I heard President Kimball is doing a broadcast announcement now that most of our boys are back from the Mojave, here’s hoping he mentions how bad him and Oliver shit the bed-

Hey uh. What the fuck

#yeah dude #fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #my wretched toady saunters miserably over to the board labeled ‘Days without a Budd Dwyer joke’ and morosely sets it back to 0

[rubykgrant]

I don't have the energy to draw them, but; RVB couple ideas that intrigue me-

Tucker and Carolina; at some point she realizes she's into him and decides to express this interest by just sitting in his lap one day while they're waiting for a pizza or something. his whole thought process is "WHAT IS HAPPENING, I'm scared, I'm aroused, I'm SCAROUSED, wait hold on- Carolina is objectively hot and cool, plus I respect her, but also fear her, NOT NOW BONER". Carolina kinda started by thinking "You're stupid. I like that in a man", but it actually clicked for her because when Tucker doesn't try so hard, he's genuinely funny and charming~

Church and Sarge; Blood Gulch solidarity, but also Sarge's whole deal is "His anger issues have captivated me". he LOVES a man with an attitude problem, and Church has like... 20 different attitudes, and they've all got their own problems. meanwhile, Church realized he's got a captive audience for his rants, somebody who will always "Yes, AND" with him, and finds it extremely funny the way all the others act like their divorced step-dads started dating each other and complain out of embarrassment. oh, but then he finds out Sarge is very doting, so this is a legit relationship now

Kai and Kimball; very much started as a "Hey president lady, you need to unwind~" kinda thing, and while they don't get especially serious, they really do enjoy each other's company. Kai makes her laugh, and Kimball will tell her about lots of interesting topics. now every time Kai is in range of Chorus, she drops by to encourage the people to party (who needs a temple!), and helps Kimball relax. All the people who work with Kimball are initially intimidated, because Kai flirts with them too??? Grif wants to complain about how obnoxious his sister is, but he can't deny that Kimball is happy, so he tries to be very mature and supportive

Gary and Santa; nobody knows how the heck this started or WHY, but now it goes like this-

Gary; Would you like to hear a joke?

Santa; I fail to see the relevance, but very well

Gary; Knock-knock

Santa; Who's there?

Gary; A little old lady

Santa; A little old lady who?

Gary; I didn't know you could yodel, ay-liddel-oh-lay-dee-hoo

Santa; I see. The question was formed in such a way that when I repeated it, I involuntarily spoke words that sound similar to a form of singing, thus creating pun

Gary; Yep

Santa; Fascinating. More than just humor, these deceptive riddle of yours require thinking in unconventional ways, which only make sense after a reveal

Gary; Yep

Santa; Tell me more of these jokes

#red vs blue #rvb

[papakhan]

papa khans the type of guy to have sent like numerous letters to president kimball challenging him to a fist fight

#txt