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[CAKES SPEAKS]

Omg I have not forgotten about this blog. My life has been shit. The role player curse is real.

However. I come back to say. I was the first outside fan to see the New Vegas sign for the TV show. :) it just happened to be filming near me. So. Ofc I went. I did die of the flu for a week later but it was worth it. I love this show. I will resurrect this blog when the new season airs because omg I LIVE IN NEW VEGAS GUYS!!!!!

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HI. I know I’ve been absent and I apologize again. It’s the last two weeks before school is out for summer, and I’ve been struggling with rent payments. So I’ve been busy AF.

HOWEVER. It finally happened. One of the kids in my class got into Fallout. His favorite is 76 , so now I fear running into him in the wasteland.

One fear: fifth graders and fallout. At least I hope this gives him good taste in music.

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YOU BROKE ME FIRST .. an assortment of angsty lyrics from various artists.

when shit don't go your way, you needed me to fix it.

now suddenly you're asking for it back.

god, you tell me where'd you get the nerve?

i don't really care how bad it hurts.

you broke me first.

i'm tired of screaming and crying.

are you happy, you ask, and i know you're asking if we should call it quits.

don't you let me go.

was i so out of line?

can we start over? do it again when i'm sober?

don't walk away. stay.

i pretend i'm okay.

going on with you gone still upsets me.

what hurts the most was being so close.

loving you is what i was trying to do.

i wanna love you but i don't know how.

but you call and i fall right back to you.

i brought you light, but you'd rather live in the dark.

fuck it babe, what is the point?

you broke me down.

i'm nothing but marrow and bone.

it's my own fault that everything's falling apart.

i promise that i'm gonna change.

i don't know what i'm supposed to do?

haunted by the ghost of you.

and i hate who you've become.

i know you hate me, baby, and god i'm so sorry lately.

i know you hate me and you're not the only one.

i scare myself with the way that i need you.

they think i'm dangerous and i might agree with that.

when everything i touch will break.

loving you is my escape.

you're cold on the inside.

you ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love.

i'm unlovable.

i say i'm doing fine even when i'm losing my mind.

i know i love you, but i need another year.

i don't wanna drag you through it.

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ELLA PURNELL Fallout (2024 - ) Behind the Scenes

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@brothersteelknight

“Fine, fine, we can stop. Only because I care about you.”

Lucy glanced at her Pip Boy again, the screens little tiny man with its bandage on his head taunting her. She wanted to smash the device. But she also knew that was useless- and stupid. It kept them both alive. And Lucy Maclean knew she would never forgive herself if her Knightly friend got hurt because of her. He was correct. They needed to rest the night, even if it was going to put them off time-wise.

“We can take shifts, you need to rest as well. That’s not fair if I just take all the sleeping…”

She nods, her heart stammering in her chest for a moment when he undoes her boots and removes them, relieving the pain of being on her feet all day. She sighs, her eyes looking to him in appreciation. He had been her grounding rock, someone she could actually rely on. And she knew the same went for her. They had each other in this wild and horrible wasteland. And she was starting to think he might just be the best part of it. Here he is, asking how he can help her relax, and Lucy’s heart flutters in appreciation, her cheeks blushed.

“I’m not sure. Do you got anything to eat on you?”

A simple question, but maybe having a meal together under the twilight stars would help them rejuvenate, both physically and mentally. Lucy flickers through her Pip-Boy again, finding a radio station. Though grainy, the music was clear enough to be herd. She was satisfied with that. Her hands go to her backpack, turning it upside down and dumping its contents out, the clinging of items and loose bullets clambering to the floor. There was one thing about Lucy, she appeared well put together. The truth was far from that. She pushes her canteen and a very old box of Mac and cheese to the side- possibly items they could make something with?

She just hopes he has some kind of protein that isn’t from some weird creature. That’s all she hopes. If she has to eat another roasted iguana again? She might just loose it for real this time.

@brothersteelknight

Lucy was not only naive, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that she lacked… a sense of danger. She had waved her hand dismissively when Maximus once again warned her of the dangers that so obvious lay ahead of the two. It was clear the Vault Dweller still knew so little about the world around her- and it was going to be the duo’s downfall.

Just as predicted, she’s got her head turned, talking to him about some strange thing within her vault- ignoring his calls to turn in-when his arms are suddenly around her hips, tugging her back from a pile of radroach goop. This had been the third time this day that she had been saved by the other- and she seemed to not even notice.

This time- however- his arms don’t let go of her once she’s away from the goo. His arms latch on tighter- and she begins to kick. More in a “haha funny” way at first, but then she realizes he is serious. As she’s dragged into an abandoned building, she goes limp, teasing the other and making the “knight” drag her inside. When he speaks, she huffs like a child being told to stop running in the halls.

And then he permits her to complain- and she does.

“You and I both know that the longer we waste daylight, the further away that head gets. We’re on the right track! You and I both have weapons!”

She’s pleading, but it’s becoming obvious that she needs to rest- her face is flush red from heat, and the sweat that beads on her face is characteristic of someone who’s dehydrated. It’s going to be tough to get the Vault Dweller to stay down, however, because she’s actively trying to stand and leave once more.

“Now come on. If you REALLY insist, I guess we can stay here a night. But we have to get going in the morning, or I’m going to loose my mind.”

She looks at her pip boy. Her health was still okay, but the tiny little vault-boy in the middle of the screen was giving her signs that she had bonked her head pretty well- and definitely needed to sit and rest. And maybe take a stim pack.

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At the moment, you want…

To Be Seen

it is so, so loud. everyone around you is talking, crowded together. despite how loud it is, you cannot hear them, even when they talk to you. you try to talk to them, but you can't hear their responses. you take this as no response at all. it feels lonely, and dark, despite you all sitting in the sun together, and everyone's having a great time except you. you keep trying to get their attention, and when you do, it never feels like enough. you can't keep doing more. it's tiring. you see yourself floating in space, it's cold, and dark. they're still down on earth, laughing, so loud. you desire to be seen right now. you feel unappreciated, you feel left out.

Tagged by: @brothersteelknight

Tagging: nobody in particular this time around, you see this? Do it !

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@savingthrcw

Lucy had a look of concern as the other hugged her suddenly.m, Slightly stiffening for a moment before her emotions gave in- her arms wrapping around the other tightly. It had been a while since she had gotten a proper hug- especially from someone who she cared so much for. She sighs, letting go and leaning back, wiping the forming tears in her eyes. She had truly thought this was it- she wasn’t going to see her friend again. Not with everything she knew about Vault 33 and her father now…. Oh god. How was she going to break that to her?

Then Stephanie’s words crush her. Their water chip had broken. Somebody took her baby, and then the raiders took a bunch of children…? She sighed, looking puzzled for a moment. Moldaver… would her gang really do that? No. It had to be some other raiders. The idea, however, of Stephanie’s baby being out here- stolen by a bunch of thugs? That was terrifying.

“That’s horrible… I’m so so sorry, Stephanie… I promise I’ll help you as much as I can. Okay? We’ll work together if we need to. You don’t understand how happy I am to see you!”

She knew that she wouldn’t be able to help for long- no- not with the ghoul insisting they keep up with her father. Her face darkens and her hands go to Stephanie’s forearms, gripping gently, her mind debates on wether or not she should tell Stephanie her discoveries. Her mind reminds her of where her friend came from. And she decides to shove the truth aside for now.

“Did they have any insignia’s ? Signs on their clothing? That’s the first step is recognizing what exactly took your baby. There’s… a lot of stuff out here…maybe what direction they went is best…”

Her hands move again, clinging to Stephanie’s and looking up at her, waiting to hear a possible description of what these guys looked like. She had to pinpoint something. It seems the girl that is Lucy MacLean is still as strong and persevering as ever. But that’s when she finally noticed the Raider Garbs… and her hands loosen a little, and her heart drops to her stomach.

“Stephanie… where did you get these clothes…?”

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Huh?

Lucy had been fumbling around with her bag, looking through it for something to eat, when she swore she could hear name echoing from somewhere out in the desert…. Lucy chooses to ignore it first- most likely she’s dehydrated and her head injury still hasn’t healed- yes- that’s the cause. She continues to look through, pulling out her canteen- when someone emerges from the brush. And Lucy feels her heart stop when she lays eyes upon the one who has been calling her name. Stephanie. Her best friend from back home. Here she was, waving her arms and smiling like they were seeing each other in the halls once more. Except this wasn’t Vault 33. This was the Wasteland. And Lucy still cannot believe her eyes. This has to be a hallucination.

She almost drops the canteen, standing up hurriedly and holding her hand on top of her gun- what if this wasn’t her? What if it was a trick? Lucy’s mind had been doing a lot of that recent.

“Stephanie…? What are you doing out here…? Why… what?”

No- that was her- 100% in the flesh. Lucy approaches, her hand leaving her gun as she closes the distance. It hadn’t been very long, no, but it had felt like years. There’s tears welling in her eyes.

“It’s really you! Oh my gosh! I thought I’d never see you again…. Why are you out here? They didn’t send you searching for me, did they??”

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@fangsremain

Lucy considers herself a “Jack of all trades”. All trades except cooking. It was the one thing she found herself fumbling about with, unable to properly dictate what measuring spoon was actually meant to be used. The result of trying to bake with her best friend….. did not go well. Lucy thought of Stephanie as a far supreme baker- at least she could organize everything out. Lucy scratches the back of her head as they stare at the strange-colored batter, and the mess of a kitchen.

“Well, yeah, it’s definitely sludge, at least.”

The Science Hall was not the proper place in Vault 33 for trash disposal, but the young Lucy MacLean still had her childish spirit, and the idea of bringing in the cake batter to the scientists and claiming it to be toxic sludge teased at the back of her mind-

“No- we should probably just trash it. I don’t think it can be saved, and we’ll only get in trouble.”

Lucy had been like this for a year or so now. Ever since turning 18, she’s put up a professional wall. No longer does she prank with her brother or…. Interact with Chet like she used to. She was Lucy MacLean, the future of America.

“We can try again? Or maybe something else, I truly won’t mind if we just do a simple cake. Anything made with you is made with love!”

Yes, sure, all things except this batter.

@canary-in-a-vault // steph harper starter call [ x ]

‘ is it supposed to be that color? ' question asked before she gave the discolored lump of batter a cautious sniff. her brain ticked through measurements, numbers easy when on paper but somehow those skills did not transfer to the shiny mixing bowls && array of utensils she’d laid out in specific order before lucy had shown up. she’d done right everything right, da…rn it

firm white teeth under her cheek ground together, jaw flexing against the wave of frustration threatening to make her word as unpleasantly colored as her attempt at her friend’s favorite cake. a vision of her mother came, hands twisted in a homemade apron. hair beautifully parted && away from her face as she took in one of her daughter’s kitchen monstrosities. how is she suppose to attract a husband if she can't make an edible loaf of bread? the maternal anxiety visible above her pearls even if little stephanie hadn’t understood it then. she did now more decades later than her mother could’ve imagined.

' we should just drop off in the science hall. ' a forced smile spread across her features like a heavy coat of butter. smooth & thick like a mask.   ' they know what to do with toxic waste, right? '

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[CAKES SPEAKS]

HELLO !!! I’m so sorry for my absence over the last few days and the weekend- I’ve been thrown off my game and on new meds and been trying to balance everything in life. All replies are started in my drafts!!!

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@savingthrcw

Huh?

Lucy had been fumbling around with her bag, looking through it for something to eat, when she swore she could hear name echoing from somewhere out in the desert…. Lucy chooses to ignore it first- most likely she’s dehydrated and her head injury still hasn’t healed- yes- that’s the cause. She continues to look through, pulling out her canteen- when someone emerges from the brush. And Lucy feels her heart stop when she lays eyes upon the one who has been calling her name. Stephanie. Her best friend from back home. Here she was, waving her arms and smiling like they were seeing each other in the halls once more. Except this wasn’t Vault 33. This was the Wasteland. And Lucy still cannot believe her eyes. This has to be a hallucination.

She almost drops the canteen, standing up hurriedly and holding her hand on top of her gun- what if this wasn’t her? What if it was a trick? Lucy’s mind had been doing a lot of that recent.

“Stephanie…? What are you doing out here…? Why… what?”

No- that was her- 100% in the flesh. Lucy approaches, her hand leaving her gun as she closes the distance. It hadn’t been very long, no, but it had felt like years. There’s tears welling in her eyes.

“It’s really you! Oh my gosh! I thought I’d never see you again…. Why are you out here? They didn’t send you searching for me, did they??”

@canary-in-a-vault gets Steph!

She had poisoned their main water supply, just needed to wait and it would be safer for her to cross that bridge with most of the raiders agonizing below, unable to take a shot at her, so Steph was looking for a place where to sit and rest when her eyes caught a glimpse of familiar blue. Her messy journey had somehow brought her to bump into the one person she truly cared for in the world, besides her daughter. And occasionally Norman. It had to be a sign. And she was so thankful that unlike her, in her raider garb, her friend was still wearing the Vault colors, but also curious as to how she had survived for so long in it, considering how things had been on the surface - her parents had been right, the world clearly needed their guidance. "Lucy... Lucy!" she whispered louder, beaming at the sight while coming out of a bush, "Here!"

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ELLA PURNELL and AARON MOTEN Fallout (2024 - ) Behind the Scenes

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN ? a collection of various questions that can be asked. feel free to change around anything that needs to be !!

" what do you mean ? "

" oh, so now you can tell me ? "

" are you asleep ? "

" do you hate me or something ? "

" can i help you with that ? "

" is that blood ? "

" where did you find this ? "

" do you remember how it used to be ? "

" do you miss me ? "

" can you turn out the light ? "

" did you have a nightmare ? "

" will i always be second best ? "

" why do you love me ? "

" did you apologize ? "

" do you want more rest ? "

" are you okay ? "

" are you going to finish that ? "

" where are you going ? "

" is that smoke ? "

" didn't you quit drinking ? "

" does your mother know ? "

" are we going to be parents ? "

" how do i look ? "

" can i hold you ? "

" is that a puppy ? "

" can i kiss you ? "

" where did that scar come from ? "

" can you hear my voice ? "

" will you shut up for a second ? "

" are you satisfied ? "

" where are you ? "

" where the hell did you go ? "

" why do i smell smoke ? "

" did you try to make me dinner ? "

" will you go out with me ? "

" will you go on a date with me ? "

" will you marry me ? "

" could you please kiss me goodnight ? "

" are you kidding me right now ? "

" did you shut the door on your way out ? "

" can you see me ? "

" did you get a picture of it ? "

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[CAKES SPEAKS] 05/16/24

Well I got minorly assaulted on the bus today when a crackhead decided I did not exist and sat ON me. Now I’m terrified to take the bus. And I’m still scared of my scooter from my crash. Life jsut hates me. I might be a bit absent as I try to cope.

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early apple computers and other tech junk in a back room of an abandoned asylum i visited while urban exploring, april 2024

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4-Word Sentence Prompts

Part I An assortment of prompts and/or starters using only four words. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I don't need you. ”

“ Celebrate while you can. ”

“ It was too much. ”

“ I'm so, so sorry. ”

“ Let me love you. ”

“ Where have you been? ”

“ Why am I here? ”

“ I would love to. ”

“ I tried but failed. ”

“ You'll never forgive me. ”

“ I want to confess. ”

“ I will protect you. ”

“ You don't deserve me. ”

“ I don't deserve you. ”

“ You are safe here. ”

“ You choose your fate. ”

“ I have lost control. ”

“ I don't recognize myself. ”

“ You are to blame. ”

“ You lack the skills. ”

“ Be still, don't move. ”

“ Yet again you lie. ”

“ You are so beautiful. ”

“ Take it off. Now. ”

“ Look at you now. ”

“ Shoot before it escapes! ”

“ You can't do this! ”

“ Please don't leave me. ”

“ Please leave me along. ”

“ Worship me or die. ”

“ Bow before me, peasant. ”

“ Did you make this? ”

“ I can't believe this! ”

“ You are my villain. ”

“ You are my hero. ”

“ I don't take sides. ”

“ Run, don't look back. ”

“ My life is perfect. ”

“ Don't lie to me. ”

“ When is it over? ”

“ What is this madness? ”

“ Cut loose, have fun! ”

“ I hate you all. ”

“ I love you, dear. ”

“ You drive me crazy. ”