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Details: Seascape, Alfred Thompson Bricher, 1890

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Trying to get more active again with Audrey and Nate’s Fallout blogs. Leaning more towards Discord for threads these days, though, so if we had something going that you’d be down for switching over, let me know. Also have their modern AU and vampire stuff, so DM me if you’re interested in any of that. 

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“How can it be that my memories are more alive than I am?”

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i'm dtf

down to forget

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“If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”

— Daphne du Maurier

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Vampire/Horror RP

Semi-Selective, 18+ only.

See rules before following. 

[ Promo by @dearesthart ]

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Constellations * Archives. Book: The witness of the stars, by Bullinger, William. Publication: 1893.

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Made a little sideblog for the vampire/horror AU for my characters. For the time being, it’s just Audrey and Nate, but I intend to add Marigold and Lilith later. Not much there at the moment, but if you’re interested in such an AU, you can follow here. 

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RELATIONSHIP BUILDING

Send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses. Send ☎ for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent). Send 🎼 for a song that reminds me of our muses. Send 👋 for three things that describe our muses relationship. Send 👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours. Send 👤+ a muse name for my muse’s opinion on that muse (with the other muse/mun’s permission). Send 😍 for my muse to tell yours three things they love about them. Send 💤 for my muse to say something about yours in their sleep. Send 📖 for my muse to read out an entry in their journal/diary about yours. Send ✉ for a written letter from my muse. Send📱for a voicemail my muse left yours. Send 🌀 for my muse’s reaction to getting stuck in a storm with yours. Send 🍺 for my muses drunk reaction around yours. Send 💰 for your muse to ask mine for money. Send ✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving yours. Send 👀 for my muse to compliment yours Send 💋 for how my muse would seduce/flirt with yours. Send  👏 and what your muse will do to fluster mine. Send 😙 for my muse’s reaction to yours being super affectionate. Send 🍵 and my muse will reveal one of their biggest regrets involving yours. Send 😶 and my muse will confess to something they wish they didn’t do that affected your muse.

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"And what did you do to save me?"

He said after a pause

"I died."

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Fallout 4 OC Game

I’ve seen a fair amount of games like this one, and I thought it would be cool to know more about your OCs related to Fallout 4!

Feel free to copy/paste this, tag your friends, edit the questions and possible answers, add pics and all!

[IDENTITY]

Full name: Sergeant Nathaniel John Woodbury (M7-48)

Gender: cisman

Ethnicity: American

Pre-war job: Army Drill Sergeant

Date of birth: 8/10/2048

Place of birth: New York, New York

Current age: Early 30′s

Biology: human /synth / ghoul / robot / super mutant / other (specify if you want!)

Current living place: Institute/Diamond City

[ALIGNEMENT]

Chosen factions: BoS / Minutemen  / Railroad / Institute / other (specify if you want!) 

Role: Reconnaissance for the Institute. Later, Freelance Mercenary

Allied factions: BoS / Minutemen / Railroad / Institute / other (specify if you want!) Sometimes works for the Minutemen post-Institute. 

Enemy factions: BoS / Minutemen / Railroad / Institute / other (specify if you want!) (Has an intense dislike for the Brotherhood of Steel, but mostly just avoids them. Obviously his opinions about the Institute change after he finds out he’s a synth and learns what they did to him).

[PERSONALITY]

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil

Main qualities: Good-natured, confident, thoughtful, dedicated, loyal, courageous

Main flaws: Judgmental, too trusting, moody (improves with time once the mindwipes end)

Fears: Endangering people he loves, spiders

[RELATIONSHIPS]

Status: single / pining / taken / engaged / married / divorced / widowed / open relationship / other (specify if you want!) (Calls his relationship with Audrey Alden a divorce. Is in a relationship with/later married to Samantha Lockwood). 

Sexual orientation: bi / gay / lesbian / pan / straight / other (specify if you want!)

People closest to them: Samantha, Vee, Seven, Rick (Eventually), Veritas, Audrey.

People they hate: Very short list. The General of the Minutemen (before he finds out who she is), Shaun (after he finds out what Shaun did to him). 

Family: Audrey, Synth-Shaun, Samantha, Rick, Alex, Victoria, Penny. 

[PHYSICAL]

Height: 6′2″

Weight: 200lbs

Build: Very fit, muscular, but not “bulky.” 

Hair color: Light brown

Hair style: Short and neat, combed to the side. 

Eye color:  Brown

Tattoos/scars/markings: Burn scarring along his lower back, small puncture scars along his spine, small scar on his chin

Body/facial hair: Likes to grow a short beard when in the field/during the winter. 

[ABILITIES]

Spoken language: English.

Strengths: Physically extremely strong, superior hand/eye coordination. Kindhearted, charming, makes friends easily. Likable. Skilled at repairing and modifying weapons and power armor. Skilled at sailing and navigation. Immune to most diseases, radiation, and toxins as a synth. 

Weakness: Too trusting. Low perception. Judgmental at times. Easily rattled in personal matters. 

Favored weapons: Power armor, combat rifle, 12-gauge shotgun. 

[RANDOM]

Favorite piece of clothes: Cable knit sweaters, the wool coat Sam made for him. 

Lucky charm: He’s not very superstitious, doesn’t have anything he’d consider “lucky.” 

Favorite food: Cake

Favorite beverage: Nuka Cola

Favorite season: Spring/Summer

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96. what better wedding for Audrey to be invited to than Nate and Sam's... and Rick's ceremony. heheh.

[I’ve been wanting to write some drabbles about Audrey and Nate for a while so...I guess we’ll start off with this one. Went in a slightly different direction than AT the wedding, but I figure we can always hash that part out in a thread someday XD ] “We’re going to have a little ceremony, y’know...to make it official, I guess. And I thought Shaun would want to be there...not too many weddings these days, seems kind of...old-fashioned, now, doesn’t it?” Nate chuckled, but Audrey’s eyes followed his hand as he reached up to rub the back of his neck. It was unusual for him to come all the way to Sanctuary unless he was alongside one of the caravans as a hired guard, and no caravans had passed through that day, so Audrey was surprised to answer the knock on the door and find him standing there.  As they sat in the living room of the house she’d shared with the first Nate, Audrey started to frown a little. She’d accepted, a while back, that this Nate and her Nate were almost the same person. He remembered everything from their life together and she couldn’t blame him for their divorce, as they called it; he hadn’t known she was alive, and she hadn’t known he even existed, and their paths had diverged too much to find a way back to each other. But she still, married to him or not, knew how Nate ticked. He was nervous, and he’d only rarely been nervous around her, at any time in their confusing and mixed-up history together.  “That sounds like it will be nice,” she mumured, wondering if this was going where she thought it was about to go. “Of course Shaun can go, if you’d like he can go back with you today and come back in a few days...I think there’s a patrol unit scheduled to head back to the Castle, you can head out with them.”  “I’d really like it if you were there, too, Audrey.” Nate’s gentle brown eyes watched her, some hint of concern in the furrow of his brow. “I...know there was the thing with you and Rick, and I know you and Sam don’t...exactly care much for each other, but...you’re important to me. You’ve been there, well...my entire life, almost. And I’d like you there for this part, too.” He paused, then laughed a little. “Besides...how many of those Upper Stand creeps can say the General of the Minutemen came to their wedding? We’ll be the talk of Diamond City,” He joked, an attempt to ease the tension he felt in his chest. With a small sigh, Audrey stuffed her hands into the pockets of the navy blue coveralls she was wearing. “Oh, Nate...” she said softly, turning her head to look out the wide front window. The early morning sun hit just the right angle to cast some beams across her face, causing her to squint before she looked down at the sofa arm. A smudge of motor oil across her cheek continued into her hair, piled into a loose bun at the base of her skull, a testament to what she’d been doing when Nate had shown up unexpectedly; working on a salvaged sentrybot.  “I’m happy for you. I know you love Samantha and...Rick is...well. He’s a good man. I just, that’s...a lot. There’s a lot of...history.” She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. She wasn’t wrong; it was certainly a minefield, between having to watch him marry another woman to her strained history with Rick...nevermind her past conflicts with Samantha. Nate had leaned forward to brace his elbows against his knees, lacing his fingers together and nodding slowly. He looked crushed, but Audrey could tell he’d expected her to say no. There were very few things Audrey had ever said ‘no’ to Nate about, and with another small sigh she nodded.  “Okay.” Audrey pushed herself off the couch and rubbed the back of her hand across her forehead, finding the ceiling fan was doing little to ease the summer heat or the dull, nervous thud of her heart behind her sternum. She knew this was going to be hard to watch, for a multitude of reasons, but she’d decided a long time ago, not long after they’d decided to ‘divorce,’ that she would still be friends with Nate, like she’d always been. And how could she possibly call him a friend if she couldn’t even set aside her own feelings to be there for him on such an important day?  Nate immediately perked up, surprised--and pleased--that Audrey seemed to have changed her mind. “That’s great!” he said, standing to pull her into a firm hug. “I know it’s hard for you, but I’m really glad you’ll be there.”  Offering a small pat to Nate’s shoulder, Audrey was quick to pull away, looking for some relief in finding something to do. “I’ll have to go find Shaun and get him to come pack a bag...” Despite herself, she managed to give Nate a small, genuine smile. “Make yourself at home,” she snorted softly, waving a hand vaguely. “I guess you know your way around...I’ll be back with our son in a few minutes.” 

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send TXT plus one of the following emojisfor my muse to send a text message to yours!

🌞 for a morning text

🌜 for a late night text 

💟 for a loving text

🍹 for a drunk text

💢 for an angry text 

🤭 for an awkward text 

🌀 for a wrong number text 

👼 for an apology text

🌧️ for an emotional text  

👻 for a scared text

🤡 for a silly text

🤔 for a nonsensical text 

👀 for a nsfw text 

❓ for me to chose randomly

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One Word Writing Prompts [pt. 4]

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🎆 for a random number instead.

01. — energy 02. — scented 03. — uncharted 04. — acute 05. — infinity 06. — trusted 07. — cherry 08. — secondhand 09. — teal 10. — notebook 11. — brush 12. — cookie 13. — grow 14. — acidic 15. — needy 16. — flora 17. — lemonade 18. — system 19. — raw 20. — welcome 21. — corrupt 22. — nail 23. — assault 24. — tooth 25. — fuel 26. — waiting 27. — goofy 28. — undress 29. — pie 30. — diligent 31. — undesirable 32. — trinket 33. — earsplitting 34. — cinnamon 35. — ambush 36. — pop 37. — rosy 38. — adagio 39. — bunny 40. — potent 41. — chopped 42. — shot 43. — ginger 44. — handle 45. — betrayal 46. — tape 47. — bubblegum 48. — charm 49. — bind 50. — grace

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RelationSHIP Building

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      Over the last year, Rick seemed to have adjusted to the recent dramatic life changes in stride; he’d always been the sort to adapt and think on his feet in many situations. But when the clinic was slow and there weren’t many patients coming in, Rick would take off early and find himself with a little too much idle time for his liking. With periods where he had too much time to ponder about his familial situation and the ways in which he felt dissatisfied or conflicted, Rick easily fell into bouts of depression. Always wanting to save face, he did keep up appearances and kept his grievances to himself but no matter how well Rick hid his low spirits Sam somehow managed to sniff them out. Instances like these, with either Rick or Nate, were always followed by Sam’s suggestion that they all do something together, whether it was to help her shop in the market or work on some household related projects together. Anything to break up any distress or tension.

The early days were obviously the hardest. Rick tried very hard not to perceive his relationship with Nate as the two of them simply “sharing a wife”. Sam wasn’t an object or trophy to share or possess, and Rick had to remind himself of this in order to keep demons like envy and jealousy at bay. Building a positive relationship with Nate would help but this endeavor didn’t come easy: Rick was a stubborn man, whether he meant to or not. 

After a while, it was easy to forget the little things that annoyed him in the beginning. Watching Nate hug and kiss Sam, handing over one of the kids for him to hold, sitting and having dinner with everyone at the table- it became the norm, as routine as waking up in the morning and getting dressed or saying goodnight a nd going to bed in the evening. Unfortunately, during moments such as these, when asked to step aside for a talk, Rick was reminded that he wasn’t as comfortable as he thought. 

“Uh, sure thing,” was Rick’s response when he glanced at Nate and paused for only a moment to digest the suggestion. Nate wouldn’t be the only tense one, Rick felt his heart steadily drumming against the inside of his chest as he followed the other man out the door to stand just outside the house. Feeling uncomfortable with having his hands idle at his sides, Rick chose to shove them into the pockets of his jeans. Those broad shoulders did vaguely slouch when Nate mentioned Vee. 

The last thing Rick thought Nate was going to talk about was the incident some years ago when Nate ordered V3 to drag him out of the narrow storage closet in his bunker. But as Rick briefly pondered, he couldn’t really think of anything else that might be addressed- he honestly wasn’t really sure what went on in Nate’s head most of the time. His mouth moved slightly as if to speak, and Rick felt a quiet “Oh” waiting on the edge of his lips, but ended up not saying anything and was almost relieved when Nate continued with his awkward ramble and offered the segue regarding the boat he had stowed away. 

Honestly, Rick had zero desire to leave Diamond City to look at a boat that would never be seaworthy, but he was certain that this was something Sam would want him to do… and he figured if Nate felt confident enough to share this hobby with him, as impractical as it was, that Rick should be kind enough to show some interest. 

Feeling a bit fidgety, Rick momentarily rolled onto the balls of his feet, the boots he slid into were loose since he didn’t bother with tying them and he had no intention of setting a barefoot outside. Then he responded to Nate’s proposal for a trip to the marina, after an intentionally tense pause. “Sure,” Rick replied, “We can go whenever you’re up for it- I can easily take some time off from the clinic… There are more than enough people on staff these days.”

Nate was trying; he wanted to get along with Rick, and he felt like things had improved considerably over the last year, even if they still occasionally argued and he still dealt with bouts of jealousy. He’d tried on many occasions before that one to apologize for the things he still felt guilty about--particularly the occasion he’d just brought up--but the right moment never seemed to present itself; any time they were alone together, something always seemed to come up. Finally, he’d decided he’d just say it regardless of timing and let the chips fall where they may. The result was this awkward moment. Nate had also decided that spending some time together unrelated to running their mutual households or something initiated by Sam was the perfect way to change the subject. Nate hadn’t really expected that Rick would be very interested in his boat; people usually weren’t, but Nate always assumed it was merely because they didn’t know what they were missing out on and this rarely stopped him from talking about it. He didn’t see sailing as an impractical hobby or a waste of time--being able to navigate without a map or compass had been an invaluable skill in the Wastelands, traveling by water eliminated many of the dangers of traveling by land and was faster, and seafood was a viable and plentiful food source as long as one checked radiation levels. Seafaring had its own set of threats, though, which Nate thought was why more people hadn’t turned back to it, given the Commonwealth’s history. Even before the war, the ocean was vast, unknowable place. Now...it was even more unknown and places of relative safety in the past had been transformed. Hundreds of sunken vessels dotted Boston Harbor, waiting just below the surface to tear a hole in a hull, and mutant sea creatures roved the shoreline...who even knew what kind of things were swimming in deeper waters. He’d seen the sorts of things that washed up occasionally; mutated dolphins, whale skeletons, mirelurk queen carapaces, shark teeth the size of his hand, and even that was nothing compared to what some of the old-timers in Far Harbor liked to talk about--Nate was confident that the mermaids he’d heard about on his last job in the area were a stretch, however.  Nate’s countenance brightened somewhat at Rick’s agreement, and he looked back towards him with an excited grin. “That’s great,” he said, then coughed and shrugged his shoulders with a forced nonchalance. “I mean, yeah, it’s, um. Cool. Maybe we could go tomorrow...I don’t have anything on my schedule for a few days...It’s not that far, and the marina is pretty safe...been a while since I’ve seen anyone poking around there, it’s too close to the Castle for raiders to want to mess with. And uh, no bears.” He chuckled, smoothing a hand over his hair to hide the faint nervousness the joke brought on.  “But, uh, if tomorrow works for you...we can leave early, I’ll show you around...there’s a couple things I wanted to ask you about...you’re better at carpentry than I am...we can probably be back before dinner. You can meet me at Homeplate in the morning, and we can head out, if you want.” Nate wasn’t very good at hiding it, but he was excited; it wasn’t often he got to share this particular interest with anyone in person.