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Why would I want you to be my Valentine when you've already NICKED my heart? *wink wonk*

“Well I’d say you’ve cotton on to punning quite nicely.”

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“Did you want me to make a pun? Cus I don’t know what that is.”

“Really..? Not a single pun of my name from any of you?”

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//remember when Cotton outed herself as a communist?

So Cotton, what are your plans for Vegas once you've liberated it?

“Oh, well… First, I plan on establishing a system of equality where every individual gets what they need.  This system would take stuff from those who had too much of it and give them to those who didn’t have any, and the more they have, the more that are taken to give to those less fortunate. Say Farmer Brown has no Brahmin, but Farmer Green has like, ten Brahmin, This system would take three of Green’s brahmin and two of another Farmer’s brahmin, so that way, everyone has a Brahmin.

But not everyone can be farmers, so some people who aren’t suited to be farmers, such as people who are overweight and out of shape or have medical conditions that wouldn’t be suited for chasing after stray calves or shooting down raiders, they’d have to have other jobs. Take Cass for example, she’s got a heart condition that just isn’t suited for Caravaning in my opinion, but she’s got good relations with people in the NCR, so she’d be a systems negotiator instead!”

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//I’m taking a haitus from this blog and IDK when I’m coming back to it. 

It gets really discouraging taking the time to make well-thought out rp starters for people and then they never reply. It pisses me off, actually. I get that people have their own paces and that patience is a virtue, but when someone asks me for a starter two months ago and don’t even reply to me after sending them a reminder? That’s rude, man.

On top of that, the Fallout fandom is incredibly hostile, much like the rest of tumblr. You can’t make one mistake without being alienated and practically banned from interacting with anyone because people like to spread rumors and callout posts about people. This hasnt just happened to me, either, and untii that stops, I don’t think I want to be part of this.

I love Cottonbelle with all my heart, she’s one of my most developed OCs, but I just can’t deal with the people on here.

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From this wasteland they say you are going We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile For they say you are taking the sunshine that has brightened our road for a while So come sit by my side if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu Just remember the New Vegas valley and the drifter that loved you so true For a long time my darling I’ve waited for the sweet words you never would say Now at last all my fond hopes have vanished for they say that you’re going away So come sit by my side if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu Just remember the New Vegas valley and the drifter that loved you so true

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In Game Locations Vs. Real Life

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@dxgmeat

“Dog!” She crouched to the canine’s height and extended her four-fingered hand out to the creature. It didn’t seem to be vicious like the other one’s she had encountered, so it must either be well fed or well trained. Maybe, if she was lucky, it would come close enough and let her pet it.

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Year of the Rooster

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COURIER SIX 

“You take out a debt, it’s only a matter of time before someone comes collecting.”

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“Dunno. It could be because if I had an annoying voice in my ear the whole time I’d just as likely turn right around and shoot them in the face just to get some freakin’ peace and quiet.” Did he sound as offended as he looked? Quite possibly. MacCready certainly felt it anyways, on top of that itchy ‘shoot now’ feeling…

“And I don’t know why it’s any of your business in the first place. I do me, you do you, and no one around here’s gonna have a problem.”

She looked at him with an expression on her face that told him she thought he was crazy. The bartender had told her that the guy was a mercenary and she noticed the sniper rifle on his back, so she thought maybe she’d try and start a conversation with him. That worked just about as well as running through a den of Yao Guai covered in honey.

“Alright,” she said hesitantly, taken aback by the hostility. Guy must be on psycho or something to get that irritated by a passersby question, she thought. Her brain was telling her to let it go and keep drinking... but her inner idiot told her to try and start shit. She usually listened to her inner idiot.

“So do you always snap at people like that, or did someone piss in your cereal this morning?

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“Mm, I think sometime tonight, maybe?” She shrugged. Even the dumbest person on the team could tell that Scout had a crush on the woman, it was also obvious that Pauling wouldn’t so much as give Scout the time of day, so who knew what they were doing together.

“Did you wanna come inside and wait for him?” she asked.

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@little-boston-mama

“…You mean Scout?” the Demoman didn’t recognize the name the woman gave, but she was perceptive enough to pick up the accent on her, along with recognizing familiar facial features.

“He’s not here right now, I think he went out on a mission with that Pauling lady.”

“Paulin’ lady? Oh! That must be that girl he’s always talkin’ about…he thinks the world a’her, it’s so sweet…”

She smiled fondly before realising she was likely doing ‘that thing’ again. ‘That thing’ being revealing embarrassing, private information about her son to his colleagues. The last time she had done this, she had heard that the other mercenaries hadn’t stopped calling him ‘baby bunny’ for several weeks after she offhandedly let the childhood nickname slip.

“Ahem…anyway, any idea when he’s gonna be back?”

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“They’re very stable explosives,” she replied. “I know how to make proper bombs that won’t go off when a stray bullet hits it-- you need to pull the pin in order to trigger it. So, as long as we don’t have any curious toddlers around, it should be fine.” 

She crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side, “Trust me, I’ve been doing this for twenty-five years. Besides, don’t you want to have some ammo for the settlers to have in case of an attack? You and those turrets can’t do everything, y’know.”

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   –“Miss Cotton, if I may, would it be possible to not store    explosives around Sanctuary? No doubt you mean well,    but the last thing we want is someone being blown sky high.”

   The robot gestured at a thing of dynamite on the ground hidden behind a tree stump. Of course, it might be someone else playing tricks, but one could never be too sure. And, considering what he had seen from Miss Cotton, he suspected it was her.

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“Pff, wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gotten somethin’ infected,” she huffed, almost finding the risk of dying from infection amusing with what all she had been through throughout her life... or maybe, rather, what she remembered from Cottonbelle’s life.

She tensed up when she heard the hissing of the power armor, thinking he was getting ready to attack her or something. She eased up when the hatch opened and he stepped out, and only fully relaxed when he provided her proper bandaging... She seemed to have relaxed a bit too much, because her knees buckled in and she collapsed into the wall with a fwump!

“Blood pressure... dropping.” She used her other hand to pat around her pants pockets. “...Damn,” she exhaled, no stimpaks. “Some people, huh? Care giving me a better explanation than that?”

The ex-paladin saw the signs before he even saw the metal. He knew his old self would have murdered this woman right then and there. Things were different now, however. While, he understood that not every synth was redeemable, as many of the first and second generation synths were prone to violence and hostility, there were a select few prototypes that behaved as functioning members of society.

“Don’t be afraid,” Danse murmured. “I’m like you. Well,” he paused, knowing he was far more flesh and blood than she was. “I’m a generation three. I don’t know when I was produced, however.” After a moment of hesitation, he exited his power armor, kneeling beside her. “And don’t do that. You need to apply pressure first. I know some people that could help you. Patch you up properly.”

He reached out, taking the flag piece from her and reaching into his bag, pulling out a clean shirt. He tore off a sizable chunk, carefully wrapping it around the wound, keeping it tight to stop the bleeding. “Never bind an injury with something as filthy as that. You could have gotten it infected, or worse, exposed yourself to radiation.”

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“I don’t want the jet but the caps sound nice” he takes out a knife and throws it at her, making it stab into the ground next to her “focus on getting free, I’m going to take care of the raiders” and with that he walks out of the tent. Giving her a few free moments to try and get out of the restraints.

She immediently scrambles away when the knife is haphazardly thrown in her direction with a yelp. Composing herself, she turned her back to the knife and picked it up with her bound hands, fumbling around to try and sever the rope.

It took a few minutes, but she managed to get her hands free, then untied the rest of herself and stood up. She poked her head out of the tent very slightly, letting the synth know she was 

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//im disappointed in myself that i didn’t manage to complete all my drafts before the new year; i was looking forward to doing that. That! Doesn’t mean! I wont do it again thoo!!

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@mercdad

“Don’t snipers usually work in pairs, though?” Cotton pointed out. She never understood the whole ‘lone wolf sniper’ deal, when they were usually much, much more effective with a partner spotter to help them. Firing a sniper rifle wasn’t just a point and click kinda deal, and it required a lot of adjusting and readjusting to the scope, as well as avoiding eye fatigue from staring down a scope all the time.

“Seems t’ me you’d get a lot more results if you had a friend with you.”

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“Happy New Year, ya Bostonian fuckos!”