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One of the best thing in fallout 4 is the fact that Preston Garvey is humming the classic music station tunes when he idles or walks around Sanctuary, and that single handedly redeemed the entire game

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npcharacters​:

【 🏴 】— As the second-in-command spoke, X6 stared intently through shaded glasses, slowly pulling out a snack cake and crunching down on it, being deliberate as to try and keep his chewing to a minimum and quiet. He never normally ate in front of people, the scientists usually percieving it as slacking off so the synths would eat alone, or he was usually by himself on the surface, but there was something kind of liberating about standing there and munching on junkfood while the other continued on about 

       “If there is no end result, then what is the point?” He asked quizzically. In the Institute, all things had a cause, effect, and a result; life was like an experiment, where a scientist would propose to do something with a desired effect, they’d do it, and then see if it would accomplish anything or not. If it worked, then that would be a success, and either they would repeat the process to get more of the same result finished, or they would stop, and the experiment would be discontinued. A start and a finish.

      But if there was no end to this project, then why bother? All things came to an end eventually, so wouldn’t it be best to find some way to finish the mission with an ultimate goal in mind than to just continue and see where it went until an undesired result happened?

      Finishing his box of snacks, he discarded it into the nearest workshop dispenser for recycling. The general told him to do that.

        “Why not instead make several small goals that will lead to a final desired result? A ruling government, law enforcement, extinction of a dangerous species?”

Preston could understand the perspective. Scientists, as he understood them, were very goal-oriented people. Discoveries, breakthroughs, pet projects... They had abstract concepts but concrete goals. Things they wanted to see happen.

Of course, the Minutemen were working for peace and prosperity in the Commonwealth, but for a realist that was something of an unattainable goal. In his eagerness to give a logical, completely weatherproof answer, he’d opened the door for the question he’d tried to avoid.

“Well the point, if I take your meaning right, is for the people of the Commonwealth to not only survive, but thrive. And as long as there are people here, there’s no end to it. I guess if you look at it a certain way, every day we’re still around we’re getting that result.”

The General had helped renew his confidence in the vision and in his role in the Minutemen’s continuing success. And those other things were important too. “I get what you’re saying. And I guess on the administration side... We’re working on those kinds of things. It takes a lot of thought and you have to be careful about what the people think. After all, if the goal is to keep them alive, happy, and successful, we’ve got to take everybody’s needs into account.”

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Fallout 4 minimalist mobile wallpapers

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wastedinawasteland​:

                      ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  So    there    was    somebody    else    living    here  ?    Fact  of  the  matter  was,    the  coyote  had  chosen  the  house  not  based  on  reputation  but  on  the  lovely  garden    &,    admittedly,    the  gently  feminine  atmosphere  of  the  home  that  made  itself  so  inviting.    Lack  of  signs  of  any  kids  here  was  a  plus  ;      meant  there  was  less  chance  of  a  husband.    

                              Still,    he  was  observant,    not  psychic,        &    with  the  shape  he  was  in,    any  home  was  obviously  going  to  be  a  chance  no  matter  how  it  looked  on  the  outside.    At  this  point,    though,    he  was  strapped  for  options.    It  was  any  port  in  a  storm.

                                Bowing  his  head  politely,    he  looked  pitifully  at  her  with  sky  blue  eyes,    favoring  one  leg,    leaning  on  a  large  stick,      &    straining  his  accent  until  it  sounded  thin,    weary.    His  decent  clothes  had  been  damaged  in  the  running,      giving  him  the  appearance  of  a  man  who’d  fallen  from  a  fairly  high  place  onto  very  hard  times.

                                ❝  Good  evening,    madam.    Please,    pardon  th’    disturbance.    I’m  a  traveling  merchant  from  out  of  town,    I  fell  on  hard  times    &    I  .  .  .    I  wondered  if  you  might  have  room  for  a  fella  like  me  while  I  recover  my  strength  ?    I  do  have,    have  a  bit  of  money  to  pay  you  with,      &    I’ll  glad,    gladly  do  whatever  chores  you  need  done  round  th’,    th'  house  or  th’    yard.  ❞        On  this,    he  reached  into  his  pocket    &    shakily  held  out  a  few  coins  toward  her.

“My goodness!” The gentleman certainly had manners, and she was hardly going to turn away someone in need. Goodness knows Mr. Hound and the Doctor had used the spare room to assist a client or otherwise offer shelter during a case. The spare room stood empty now, as the rest of the house did for the moment. Her tenants would be back at the conclusion of their case.

And it was her house after all. She could offer lodging to whomever she wished.

“Do come in, sir. Please, won’t you wait in the sitting room while I put some dinner on? I won’t hear of you doing anything other than relaxing until we have some food for you.”

He seemed a little rough around the edges, sure, like a certain wolf of her acquaintance. But everyone needed a little kindness, a little bit of love and attention to lift their flagging spirits. It seemed as if this gentleman had fallen on hard times, or had trouble pursuing him. This would be her kindness. She would do what she could, and see if Mr. Hound could do more once he returned.

Of course, she did have her garden that needed tending to, if he was in fact serious about the work. Or the roof that neither of her tenants had the time to help fix, if his injuries weren’t genuine either.

“I was saving the pie things for when my tenants returned, but they will have other chances I am sure.”

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bcggars​:

“ YOU  FUCKIN’  SONOFABITCH !      Don’t act like you don’t know why I’m givin’ you what for !    You know good n’ damn well why I’m givin’ you what for ! ”

So saying,  he drew back a fist and slung a solid punch right at the Engineer’s nose !

“ I know the truth !    I know what’s goin’ on ! ”

“Look!” He started again, not quite panicked and not desperate. “I don’t know what you think y-”

The fist was unexpected, but if that was how Scout wanted to play it, he’d quit holding back and let the kid have it. He stopped trying to claw at the hands and instead drove both fists straight out at Scout’s stomach. Maybe that’d wind the kid enough to get him to back up.

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royalmuses​:

                    ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  One    of    the    audience    members    noticed    her.    Dressed  in  a  ladies’  stage  costume    (    in  about  as  poor  shape  as  she  was    ),    the  feral  ghoul  slowly  shuffled  out  of  her  seat    &    started  to  curiously  follow,    not  running  but  simply  walking  after  Kelley  like  she  was  looking  to  avoid  causing  a  scene.    Even  in  this  state,    she  couldn’t  just  leave  it  alone  when  there  was  an  intruder  peeking  in.    Though  her  faculties  may  have  been  damaged  by  radiation,    she  nonetheless  had  a  sense  of  the  vault  —  dweller  being  very  out  of  place  here.

                      The  performer  on  the  stage  had  no  idea  this  was  happening.    He  was  very  much  swept  up  in  his  own  work,    in  the  passionate  expression  of  his  grief    &    his  love  to  the  people  around  him  long  lost  to  time.    He  was  a  bitter  lonesome  soul,    hoping  to  reach  them  with  his  song,    with  his  magic.    It  was  necessary  for  him  to  express,    lest  he  be  swept  away  himself  in  the  wash  of  emotions  that  compelled  him  so,    for  after  all  these  years  left  to  fend  for  himself    &    his  friends,    he  had  become  more    &    more  susceptible  to  the  looming  depression  that  crept  in  around  him,    fended  off  only  by  his  art.

                        It  was  all  he  could  do  to  carry  on  the  performance,    lest  he  run  the  risk  of  really  breaking  down  in  a  fit  of  HORRID  EMOTION.

Her eyes widened a little in panic but it seemed the ghoul was just curious and hadn’t done anything to alert her fellows. There was still a chance to get out of this with all of her skin.

Kelley bobbed up and down and back and forth like some kind of exotic bird she’d seen in a documentary once. It was a dance to confuse predators? Maybe it was a mating dance... At this point she didn’t care, she was far too focused on leaving without getting charged. Or eaten. Or torn limb from limb and then eaten.

It was quite an act managing to walk backwards and not back into anything and not slow down enough to get caught. She was pretty sure she was starting to sweat. Her heart was beating out of time with the music, faster and faster as she tried not to rush it. Spooking the one ghoul alert to her presence was the last thing she wanted.

Unsure what else to do, she pursed her lips doubled-inside shut, and tried softly humming the unknown tune. Maybe it would make her look less threatening. Maybe it would prolong her death a few more minutes.

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bcggars​:

HE  NARROWS  HIS  EYES  AT  THE  BOTTLES,  LEANS  IN  CLOSER  TO  TRY  AND  GET  A  BETTER  SENSE  WHAT  THE  OTHER  MAN  IS  EVEN  TALKING  ABOUT.    The Scout —    actually Jeremy, but he’s convinced a unique and fancy pseudonym will help him make it big    — has absolutely no idea about this kind of thing, and in this instance, he’ll be the first to admit it, if only because he’s not excited to be smashed in the head with a bottle.

As instructed, he tests the weight of both the real and prop bottles, and then, despite having no particular need to, takes a drink from the real one.

“ I don’t understand why they don’t just make ‘em all prop bottles if it’s that important, ”    he complains, not necessarily at the other man, but more in a general sense.  His natural accent comes through strong ;    he’s not even trying for the Western approximation with the cameras not rolling.

He chuckled at that. It was a sight easier when you were used to the business, knew the ropes... The kid wasn’t half bad really. It was just the learning curve that was steep. Some folks recovered pretty quick, some folks didn’t. But this fella Jeremy seemed pretty steady on his feet if nothing else.

“That’s ‘cause sugar melts, but I get what you’re saying.” He nodded to one of the false bottles. “They’re making them better all the time, and I figure one of these days we’ll get something close enough to the real thing and make it standard.”

Movie magic. Seemed like all the time they were making leaps and bounds. He marveled at the technical genius of it all. Why, if he was called upon to help he’d try and lend a hand with some practical wizardry of his own.

“At least we got decent fake blood out here, and we’re not doin’ chocolate syrup like they had in the black and white pictures. That’s a whole mess to get outta white shirts let me tell you.”

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video game challenge: (3/5) sceneries ↳ fallout 4 (x)

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tcxastough​:

【🔧】— “Fine, big baby.” Despite being younger, Jay was clearly a lot more emotionally mature than his cousin, not only realizing the situation was a no-win for either scenario, but being able to effectively deescalate the situation. He could have made some kind of effort to fight back, though.

        “You gonna show me where th’ foal is?” She had been pestering him about it all day– the mare on Jay’s parents’ ranch had given birth last weekend, and Danielle was more than excited to see the baby.

       “Or do Ah have t’ keep at it?”

“Yeah,” he scowled at her for the principle of the thing, but didn’t retaliate, “but we can’t touch her. Pa’s gonna be mad if we do. An’ before you say anything, he’s gonna know.”

His old man had some sorta plan for the foal, but it wasn’t like he explained it all to Jay. Maybe he was gonna sell it, or enter it into a contest or something. Either way, he made it real clear that the foal wasn’t to be messed with. Not by anybody for any reason.

“We might be allowed to look at her though.”

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Axe-throwing still seemed like something out of a Grognak comic, but it was almost tame for the reality she found herself occupying. At least Danielle was nice to her, as far as nice went out here. Kelley didn’t really understand everything her new friend said, but the willingness to talk to her went a long way.

“Where do we go?” She responded in a panicked half-whisper. “Do you know where they’re coming from?”

❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

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[ grab ] (from Kelley, can’t think of a mean one!)

【🔧】— Yoink! Danielle was grabbed and pulled back just in time as a hatchet flew by and lodged itself into the wooden surface of the wall. That was a close one. The mercenary turned her head to view the raider that chucked it at them, deranged and had the obvious tellings of someone hyped up on psycho. 

        “C’mon, we need to move,”  With how deadly accurate that arm of his was, along with having to escort the vault dweller, she didn’t want to tangle with him at the moment.

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He’s about had it with the team’s “Medic”, if one could even call the man that. It’s arguably the first time he can definitively say he’s met a man with no scruples. Or at least, none of the normal ones. Of all the backwater weirdos this company has dredged up, he’s confident he likes the Medic the least.

“How’s about you fix it now, before you find yourself with a rearranged face?”

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.           //  @salt-in-the-sea​  ( Engie )

MEDIC  STUMBLES  A  STEP  AS  HE  FINDS  HIMSELF  RATHER  UNCEREMONIOUSLY  SHOVED  BACKWARD.      Recovering,  he  gives an indignant huff and dusts himself off.

“ Vell,  zhat’s gratitude for you.  I saved your life !    I vould zhink you vould be grateful !    Isn’t having a bird face better zhan being a corpse ?    Not zhat I vould stop experimenting on you even if you vere …    Anyvay,  I’ll put your normal head back on wizhin a few days. ”

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“........Right.”

The ‘Man Engineer’ thing hadn’t really phased him, and he supposed if this Soldier character felt the need to clarify, what business was it of his? At this point, he’d answer to whatever he was called for the paycheck.

Also clear enough was the fact that he wasn’t getting anywhere with his intended inquiry. “You be sure to do that, pardner- it’ll be one heckuva early warning signal. I guess.”

@salt-in-the-sea​​   :    give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous. (Engie to dear Jane)           /           BUZZFEED  UNSOLVED.

                              ❝  ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  Son,      this    is    WAR  !!    In  war  I  ALWAYS  feel  murderous  !!  ❞        He  puts  his  knuckles  firmly  on  his  hips    &    gives  his  head  a  solid ��nod.        ❝  That  being  said,    I  do  not  feel  especially  murderous  right  now.    I  will  tell  you  when  that  changes,    Man  Engineer.  ❞

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

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royalmuses​:

                      ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  Such    impudence  !!    Why,    the  nerve,    the  unmitigated  gall  of  the  dastardly  deviant  to  speak  of  Gizmoduck  that  way  !!    Now  past  the  point  of  such  simplistic  signs  of  indignation  as  a  hiss  or  a  curse,    he  steeled  himself    &    glanced  about  for  a  way  out  of  this.    What  opening  could  be  found  in  this  trap,    what  clever  trick  could  free  him  from  the  jaws  of  a  very  ugly  end  ?

                        Surely  there  had  to  be  something  he  could  use  to  buy  himself  a  little  time  !!

                      ❝  I’ll  have  you  know  this  suit  cost  a  small  fortune,    you  vile  villain  !!    As  a  matter  of  fact,    it’s  got  so  many  gadgets  on  it  that  the  manual  is  as  thick  as  the  phone  book  !!  ❞

“Go cry me a river.” Boo hoo, Gizmodweeb had to read to use his fancy suit. Odds were there was bigger dork under that helmet than the one that ran around in purple and tried not to stay the laughingstock of the city. Well, at least when he tore this do-gooder limb from limb he’d probably find something useful in the scrap.

His hired henchmen stood at the ready. The best thing about them was that they seemed to follow orders without question. There was nothing he hated more than minions with minds of their own. Always getting these ideas and stepping on his carefully laid plans.

“When they make the next model in your memory, maybe they’ll dumb it down to a pamphlet.” He pulled the rope start on his chainsaw. Sure, the metal would probably mangle this blade, but what was a little collateral damage in the face of such an intimidation tactic?

“Get ready to meet your manufacturer, hero!”

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wastedinawasteland​:

                      ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  It    was    indeed    a    ghoul    who    answered    the    door.    A  dour  ghoul  of  exceptional  height    &    an  unfriendly  look  about  him,    unlike  his  neighbors,    giving  every  appearance  of  having  come  from  somewhere  far,    far  away  from  here.    His  skin  was  gold,    eyes  pale  ;      his  clothing  was  not  local.    He  also  was  possessed  of  a  fine  mane  of  tawny  hair.

                          ❝  Yeah  ?  ❞        Not  a  very  pleasant  greeting,    either.        ❝  You  need  somethin’  ?  ❞

                          Past  him,    the  single  room  interior  of  the  diner  could  just  be  seen,    completely  transformed.    Low  gold  lights  showed  a  makeshift  bed,    an  open  ammunition  bag  on  the  ground  next  to  it.    The  counter  surrounding  the  inside  of  the  windows,    once  where  food  was  prepared    &    sold  to  tourists    &    park  patrons,    had  been  repurposed  for  the  preparation  of  some  kind  of  strong  —  smelling  herbs,    which  spread  their  influence  through  the  small  space  such  that  it  could  be  felt  when  the  door  was  opened.

                            He  had  plainly  made  himself  at  home  here.    Didn’t  seem  like  anybody  else  was  going  to  do  it.    Maybe  it  was  a  good  thing.    Maybe.

“Oh. Hello.” It wasn’t like it was unexpected, someone inhabiting the place that looked inhabited. The shack looked completely transformed to Preston’s eye. From what he could see behind the new owner (occupant?), it had all the comforts of home. Couch, tasteful decor, weapons...

But he hadn’t come here to pry into this man’s life. He’d come to... he’d come mostly out of curiosity, but also a sense of obligation. If he was the General’s right-hand man as it was, he’d best welcome newcomers to the neighborhood.

“Didn’t mean to bother you. It’s been a while since I’ve been around and last time I was here, this building was abandoned.” He gave the newcomer what he hoped was a warm and welcoming smile. “The name’s Preston Garvey. I’m with the Minutemen and I guess I wanted to welcome you to to the area.”

He paused politely to reflect on the obvious changes to the small building. “It’s always nice to see old spots like this get a second life. It reminds me of what we’re out here doing.”

[salt-in-the-sea]

[ let the draft clearing begin ]