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And all we want is to feel like                                                                      all we got didn’t cost us everything                                                        even if we never win

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I’m over HERE if you want to follow me! I honestly can’t tell who actually wants to rp with me SO if you’re interested, you should for sure follow, and if not, I hope you have a wonderful day anyways and enjoy your dashboard the way you like it! <3

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I’m over HERE if you want to follow me! I honestly can’t tell who actually wants to rp with me SO if you’re interested, you should for sure follow, and if not, I hope you have a wonderful day anyways and enjoy your dashboard the way you like it! <3

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I’m over HERE if you want to follow me! I honestly can’t tell who actually wants to rp with me SO if you’re interested, you should for sure follow, and if not, I hope you have a wonderful day anyways and enjoy your dashboard the way you like it! <3

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This, wasn’t the world I wanted; but it was the one I found myself in. The Commonwealth, my home. Ripped apart and put back together. I thought I…I hoped I could find my family. Cheat time. Make us whole again. The way we were. 

But now, I know. I know I can’t go back. I know the world has changed. The road ahead will be hard. This time, I’m ready. Because I know war…

war never changes

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thelasttejada:

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There she was again, ‘The Silver Shroud’, come to Goodneighbor to right wrongs and defend the defenseless– at least, that’s what Kent told everyone who tuned into his radio station. 

This was the first time Raul had actually gotten a glimpse of her, and while he was more of a ‘¡La Fantoma!’ fan, he recognized the costume from the old comics at the magazine store he used to go to before the war.

The other thing he noticed, besides the costume, was the Pipboy on her wrist. It looked just like the one the Courier Six, a dear old friend of his, used to have (at least until they traded it in for that gaudy golden Pimp-boy.) There was a sudden wave of nostalgia and a pang of lonliness when he saw it, as much of a pain in the ass as they were, he really did miss that crazy mailman.

“Oh, it’s you. You come in for a repair or somethin’?” He asked her.

Laura entered Goodneighbor in her usual fashion: splattered in blood that wasn’t her own, exhausted, and in near silence. Her arm felt heavy, the Pip-Boy seeming to have gained mass since she last rested... When had that been? Fuck if she knew. 

The voice brought her out of her thoughts, lifting her gaze to the ghoul as she blinked back to full wakefulness. 

“Sorry- uh, just a minute.” Her free hand raised to rub her temples for a moment, mentally reviewing her weapons and other items of any importance that she might need repaired beyond her own abilities. 

“I’ve got a gun that could use some work?” 

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@synthsavior·

                                   A place that was special to her? Her words stirred up the memory of the day they’d ousted Justin. She’d kissed him, then. Sure, she’d apologized directly afterwards, but her words now implied that he meant something to her. Laura was choosing him.  A dark pink blush flooded his face at the thought, and he shrugged indifferently, ducking his head down to hide his reddening complexion. “I said I’d go,” he murmured. “You don’t have to keep trying to convince me.” At the end of the day, Liam believed that she’d keep him safe; she was the only person he’d ever whole-heartedly trusted. 

                                 “When are we going? I should probably let my dad and Eve know. They’ll worry, otherwise.”

        “I know you agreed, I just... don’t want to pressure you...” She bit her lip, oblivious to the blush as she was caught up in her own emotional turmoil. “It’s your choice, I just...” Laura cleared her throat and trailed off, considering the question instead. “It’s, ah- It... used to be a gas station.” The confession brought a light blush to her own cheeks- that sounded so stupid...  “But it’s up North, nearby the Vault, and my Dog stays there...” With her comics, posters, and other geeky paraphernalia. Hopefully he would understand whatever she came up with to explain her little slice of home in the Commonwealth...     Looking back to Liam, she frowned, unsure of why he was looking so intently at the ground. “Are you... Okay with that?” 

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synthsavior

                “As long as it’s not a cache of mutated animals you’ve been hiding from me, I think I’ll be able to live with whatever’s there.” He smiled fondly at her, giving her a gentle nudge with his elbow. His statement was rather far from the truth; she could fill their home with enough animals to put most hoarders to shame, and he’d still love her wholeheartedly. What was a few slobbery dogs, if he had Laura? He’d already put up with a couple for her sake, anyway.

                 “Come on – we should get going.” He was itching to find out whatever secret she was hiding, and even more excited at the prospect of finding his own ring. The sooner that was found, the sooner everyone else could know. The anticipation he felt currently was such a harsh contrast between the mix of dread and amusement he’d experienced when they’d had to first reveal their relationship. Then, he had felt like some sort of sideshow for everyone’s enjoyment. Now, though, he just wanted to share an important milestone in his life with friends and family.

      “It’s not.” Although there were a few new additions to the Slog that might be worth telling him about... Another day. “Not yet, at least. I figure I’ll save that for after the wedding, when you can’t leave me too easily.” Laura could recall the days she hated how he made her smile, how it had made her cheeks ache whenever Liam managed what had felt near-impossible with most others... Yet there she stood, practically beaming, and grateful to have such opportunities instead.        “Y’know, I never thought the day would come when you were itching to leave Sanctuary,” She teased lightly, an eyebrow raise accompanying the smile. “Might make a Wastelander of you, yet.” The road to Concord should have been clear enough that they’d make it without interruption, but rather than risk it, Laura withdrew her radio and held down the call button.       “Coverage down from Sanctuary to Concord?” It took the span of a few seconds for the radio to crackle in return with an answer.       “Yup, all clear. Over.”

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This is the last time I’m reblogging this. After this, the blog is archived. Thanks for all the follows- hope to see some of you on the reboot. 

This, wasn’t the world I wanted; but it was the one I found myself in. The Commonwealth, my home. Ripped apart and put back together. I thought I…I hoped I could find my family. Cheat time. Make us whole again. The way we were. 

But now, I know. I know I can’t go back. I know the world has changed. The road ahead will be hard. This time, I’m ready. Because I know war…

war never changes

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Wicker

            Approaching her friend, the younger eyed the carnage. She was mightily impressed with the amount of people Laura had taken on. And the look on her face expressed her amazement. One or two bodies Wicker attempted to nudge with the toe of her boot. Though one seemed responsive, only proving that no life remained for anyone who was splayed upon the ground.

            “Damn ya did a numbe on these guys,” Wicker stopped a few feet from the other. She held o a water bottle out towards her. After the fight Laura had just gone through the ounger figured she could use a drink more then herself. “S’clean, Ah just scored it from one of tha buildin’s round here. Ya could use it more then me. So what happened? Ya git ambushed?”

       Her heart was still racing, though it was beginning to slow, steadily calming along with her breath. The dead outnumbered the possible survivors, she was certain of that, but perhaps a few still lived... They could carry the story back to their gangs, then, and stop any future problems.       “They had it coming.” Laura paused a moment before taking the water and twisting the cap off, allowing Wicker to continue as she drank. After a couple deep drinks, she stopped for a breath and wiped her mouth. “Ambush would suggest they knew I was coming; I think we were all caught off-guard.” Her mind had been wandering again... Lost in the depressive haze that had become far too familiar lately. “Still. They’re too close, and they wouldn’t listen.” 

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shotheart

             ❝ Well, it could be a problem that’s deeply rooted into my psyche … or I could just really like pretty faces. Take your pick. ❞ At first, even James had found his behavior surprising; it had been easy to slip into the old habits he’d picked up long before meeting Kate. A small frown flickered over his features as he wondered if she’d be disappointed in him. He still loved her, but he had to do something to try and rid himself of the terrible loneliness that had followed him out of Vault 111. ❝ Or it could be that my wife was ninety-nine percent of my self control. That’s three options, now. ❞

        “Right.” She wasn’t sure what she expected, but the answer could have been worse... Probably. “So there are just three possibilities? I’m going to guess the first and the last are true enough; the second, however...” Laura found it hard to believe she might be pretty; covered in dirt and blood, having seen the old pre-war magazines with their clean, near-pristine models... It was not a fitting term for most wastelanders. 

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Repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information. pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses.

TAGGED BY: @selfmedicatingmayor​

FACE CLAIM: Lauren Cohan

NAME: Laura Florence Moon

AGE: 27

HEIGHT: 5′7″

GENDER: Female

NATIONALITY: American

BIRTHDAY: September 13th

SUN SIGN: Virgo

RESIDENCE: Varies

DRINK: Vodka, Purified Water

FOOD: Mirelurk Cakes

DAY OR NIGHT: Night

SNACKS:

SONGS: Paint it Black- The Rolling Stones

PET: Dogmeat, Grace,

COLOR: Dark Red

FLOWER: None

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demisexual

ROMANTIC STATUS: Widowed; Other

BODY TYPE: Mesomorph

EYE COLOR: Green

HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown

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wandercr:

               “I know how it sounds, but right now … it’s much better for it to sound like something than to be something.” It wasn’t that she didn’t like Chris; it was quite the contrary, actually. However, her life didn’t have much room for romance, and she’d wasted enough of her years as a young adult chasing after men, only to find out it was a fruitless endeavor. She propped her chin up in the palm of her hand, a smirk playing upon her lips. “Besides, you and Liam are a far more interesting couple. No one will even be paying attention to Chris and me.” She shook her head. “Still can’t believe you never noticed how much he liked you. I wasn’t even there the whole time, and I knew.”

       “Really? Us, interesting?” She just couldn’t see it- in all honesty, she and Liam were absurdly domestic... In her eyes, that was just incredibly cheesy. “I dunno, El, I was just worried about school and everything else at the time.” Laura shrugged and rubbed the back of her neck absentmindedly. “You two would be a cute couple, anyways. I don’t know why you don’t try something out, see if anything comes of it.” 

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thexsquire

Nimue stretched out her legs, hoping the miniscule beach chair she had found with the shortest legs in the world, which barely kept her backside off the cemented ground, wouldn’t give in to its apparent inclination to topple over and dump her onto the dead grass. 

She glanced at her only working watch and sighed. Four fifteen. The sun would set in thirty minutes. While sunsets in Sanctuary Hills usually provided a panoramic blaze of glory on the horizon, they also heralded the end of the day and the beginning of a long lonely night in bed with nothing to do. The settlers here had been welcoming and she repaid their generosity by pulling her own weight and helping out.

Now, she was taking a break and reading a comic…the very last one that robot (Codsworth?) had found.

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Laura enjoyed her chances to wander throughout Sanctuary in the evenings, checking in with the residents and ensuring that the day’s duties had been accomplished to completion. Though she had met few slackers, it was still good to remain on top of things- many of those who lived in the settlement seemed to look to her for leadership when Preston was at the Castle, as he was currently.  As she made the rounds, waving to Marcy Long briefly, Laura nearly missed seeing the chair, narrowly avoiding tripping as she caught herself mid-step and managed to move around it.  “Sorry-” Her apology ended when she realized who was occupying the chair, a small, but hesitant, smile curving her lips upwards. “Oh- Hello, Nimue. What are you reading?”

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leeurbaneverett

He took a moment in order to think to himself about the woman’s question. Recalling the events of that day. “In this town we’re passing? Those people were held hostage by bandits, so I knocked them all out and freed the people. Then I killed that thing.” He pointed to a corpse of a Deathclaw. “Then we all end back to that settlement. You know the rest.” 

“Hm.” It was the only response she could give, eyes glued to the strange creature, unsure exactly how she was supposed to react to... all of this. “Why were bandits holding people hostage?” There had to be reason, right? Money, revenge, desperation... It couldn’t just be senseless. 

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binarymind

              His heart sank at her suggestion. If they stayed in Concord for the night, Eliana would be worried sick. She’d been expecting them home this evening. Chris didn’t want to cause her any emotional turmoil, for one, but he could presume that she’d only be more furious with Laura for not getting him straight home. He kept silent about both issues, knowing it was better not to argue. If Laura didn’t think they could make it to Sanctuary, she was more than likely correct. “I feel dizzy. Is that normal?”

      “It could be if you have a concussion...” Laura couldn’t help sighing heavily, already mentally practicing what she’d have to tell Eliana when they got back... “When we get closer, I’ll see if I can secure radio contact and let everyone know we’re okay. No need for them to send out a search party or anything... For now, just let me know if you need to stop and sit for a few minutes.”