#45auto

[shevaults]

@45auto said, “don’t come any closer!” — fallout sentence starters

“hey, hey, it’s okay,” nora promises, slowly lowering her pistol to the ground in a show of good faith. the bodies of the raiders that had been bothering thomas lay dead at their feet, dogmeat licking the bloodied face of one of the corpses as he stands by her side. it’s not every day one stumbles upon a ghoul child out in the wastes, and as she would with any lone child she found out here, nora wants to make sure they’re safe. that includes exterminating raiders that apparently think it’s good fun to bother a kid.

“are you alright?” nora asks, her fingers raised in a show of peace. she’s not sure exactly how ghoul aging works—are they forever stuck at the age they turned? she knows they live longer lives than regular humans, but is it different for children? part of nora is wary, if only because she’s sure being a child for decades would give one long enough to think of many ways to use their child status for their own gain. fake innocence, stab her in the back later… regardless, she’ll try kindness first.

“i’m not going to hurt you,” the vault-dweller promises, offering the other a smile she hopes comes across as genuine. with one hand, she gestures towards her backpack. “i have water and food if you need some. i’m happy to share.”

[unholywood]

“   ah,   vlákas.   ”       idiot.   they remark.   it is with concern.    their bruised,  sweat beaded features contort in discomfort  &  exertion.  bullets cascade,   the casings thudding dully in the silt-lifted train yard  &  occasionally recoiling on the half-buried tracks. a cacophony of death rattles exclaim of the live pair,   barely hinged maws  &  derelict self-control in moshing crowds [..]   inanition vies with them.

eyes roll,  gun-holstered as they overstep the  (twice)  corpses littering the ground  &  pull the machete from the sheathe on their back.  pointing forwards with a snap of fingers,   rex bounds in the direction of gus,   growling   &   incisor first into the shoulders of the hungry crowd.  following behind,  the blade cracks the first spine,  fluid retention gurgled out  &  is utilized that as leverage to peel them away. they're careful that these dips into decayed bone are shallow  (considering the questionably alive man beneath them). 

“  get up!   ”      eaten alive by thoughtless,  gnashing jaws  &  feral hands would not be the way to go.      open palmed,   they struck him across the arm as if to scold him.  it was panic,  but manifested as everything does;  frustration,  teetering  uninformed rage.     they did not offer a hand [..] pathing their way from him with heavy steps  &  disgruntled exclamations as they pull masticated rot from their leathers.  

there were more inside,  it was better to eradicate than allow the element of surprise to compromise them again,  or any other unfortunate souls to which the courier noticed now,  slumped in different areas of the train yard;  some picked clean,  some simply open chests  &  maggot-bidden.  the grimace is brief,  rex now baying towards the stairs,  ears flat  &  growling low;   a signal of that very sentiment. 

[cendrilons]

why does octane call you babe? from wraith

cindy blinks for a moment--- obviously not expecting small talk from wraith... but also not thinking she'd suddenly be so interested in octane's personal life.

" we're... fucking? " she says, not sarcastic but confused, " is... that okay? (...) i mean, i'd say i'd stop--- but i probably won't. "

[soulmissed]

@45auto

the boy kneels down, teddy bear hooked beneath bruised hands. (it was a plushie loved terribly. subtle rifts within stitches, golden brown fur tousled.)

he extends the bear toward quentin.

gentle encouragement: “ you can give kody a nice, big hug. ”

[k4rlsson]

"you’re one to talk." from meg thomas of @45auto ⛓️

"right,    so what are you going to do then,    meg?   throw a three pointer at it?    work on your fucking jump shot?"       nea scoffs,       "whatever talent you think you had back in the real world,    it doesn't matter here."       words like acid along their tongue,    𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒.    emotions are high during the trials,    but this one has taken a quick left turn.    in what feels like a matter of seconds,    𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝.    save for the artist and the sports girl.     at least nea thinks she did sports,    basketball,    she's heard.    they crouch down,    let out a huff as nerves begin to settle and rational thinking comes into play.       "━ jävlar.    i'm sorry,    okay?"

[daandov]

" keep an eye on the sky [ ... ] things are only going to get worse from here. "

@45auto - for voara

[erobret]

@45auto

❝ YOU BETTER HAVE A DAMNED GOOD REASON for walkin' in here . ❞ down went her glass of whiskey . crimson hues glanced up from the shadows of her hat . ❝ you're souring my good mood . ❞

[synbiota]

you’re the only one i can trust. from jack robertson

the other says — ACE STANDS TALL, HAND REACHING FOR HIS HOLSTER.    the council breathes down the back of his    neck,   he can    feel    it, the hairs    stand.    it's an intense glare put upon him from a distance somehow close & far away simultaneously.    he's barely human now,    but no amount of drugs can cancel out his home training — that    gut instinct    kicks in, and he knows the other isn't lying.

there's a loud sigh.   ❛  FUCK, okay, you can roll with me for a bit. but no fuckin' funny business, though.  i mean it.   ❜

[torntruth]

[ blood ] from ashley washington, for piper

this prompt , always accepting , @45auto .

the problem here is that every now and again piper makes the erroneous decision that the war and the treachery and the fighting will end eventually. IT WILL NOT. this is the commonwealth , one of the many functions of an apocalyptic world. they are just settlers and raiders and people living in the aftermath of a nuclear frenzy. IT WILL NOT GET BETTER. diamond city is only half the place she dreamed it will be because she was the dreamer. nick was the dreamer. they fixed it up , created a better world. THEY DID THAT.

... but outside those walls? the war rages on.

piper sees it happening. as it's happening. therefore there is very little she can do. ashley is stepping in front of her , while piper also just sees the straggling gunner try to stumble to his feet. HIS GUN IS AIMED. it is aimed at her. piper's hand reaches up , the one that is veritably not holding her 10mm pistol to wrap around ashley's shirt. as if she was going to try to deter the action already in motion. principle of inertia could not be forced here , there is no resistance to change.

so it's piper that changes the direction of her gun , instead , it's held out just near ashley's arm , aimed at the gunner still struggling to his feet while holding his own gun. the gunner does not get to his feet. piper pulls the trigger of her beloved pistol and the shot reigns true. NO MORE GUNNER.

[shevaults]

@45auto says, "you should have seen the looks back at hq." — fallout sentence starters

nora takes another drink from her whiskey bottle as she paces around the room, unable to keep still since deacon arrived. she can barely look him in the eyes, not after she fucked over the railroad's chances of saving the synths like they'd wanted from her all along. she wanted revenge; she wanted father dead. nora had thought on it for weeks, knew she wouldn't feel right until she got what she wanted. she feels worse now than she did before, but at least that restless urge to go back there and end him is gone.

she stops fidgeting with items on the kitchen counter, a product of keeping herself from having to look at deacon, and leans against it with her gaze lowered to the floor. you should have seen the looks back at hq. she hasn't been to hq since before she killed father and she doubts they'd be friendly to her now. nora didn't ever expect to see deacon again and she's not sure why he's returned to sanctuary; he seemed pretty pissed at her last time they spoke, and for good reason.

"why are you here, deacon?" nora mumbles, taking another drink from her bottle. there's very little life behind her usually alert eyes as she fixes her dulled gaze on him. she probably looks pathetic, wallowing in her own self-pity as she deals with the aftermath of her own decision, but it's not entirely the killing of father that has her like this. has word of her split with hancock reached him? nora takes another drink from her bottle, the alcohol combined with the effects of the day-tripper making her head spin. "i didn't think you'd come back."

[privateeyenoir]

[sequine]

@45auto : "welcome to the asshole club." ( brute and selina )

selina's chest swells with stiffness, unfazed by the sentiment. there are worse things to be called. "for some," they speak lowly, body perched in an awaiting stance as she peers down the vacant hall, keeping tight watch as brute clicks away. "this is a sport." a tool for self-righteous power; a way to pour filth and blood into a spirit burned with apathetic holes. she doesn't care enough to guess in which direction the masked man's conscience swings. it's all the same melting pot of wretched self-preservation. even on her part. "to me, i see it as means to an end."

a wishful statement, she knows. she was born into this. what would she even be outside of it, if she could ever choose? selina hears something then a squeak on the tiles, then another. clumped voices rumbling behind a bolted door. they've caught up to the duo, and they were not going to be pleased once they discover what selina and brute have done to infiltrate their compound. "time is short. you better hurry."

[cendrilons]

my followers keep asking for you. looks like you'll have to take over my streaming channel at this rate. from octane

" oh, don't be jealous! " cindy preens, smugly (and playfully) so, " even all the love and adoration of your fans can't replace you. (mostly.) "

[soulmissed]

@45auto: i think i’m tired. from crow

memes, accepting

getting colder at night. crow was sick, chilled to the bone. and august made a desperate choice. (broke into someone’s car. heaped moth-eaten blankets across backseat.) the boy, huddling within passenger seat, turns toward crow.

his chestnut eyes soften. a hand nudges ratty blanket to crow’s chin. “ sleep. ” he whispers. “ i promise to be right here when you wake up. ”

[cldhrbour]

a kiss while slow dancing. from voara (could be platonic? whatever you think fits the vibe more) - @45auto

it's been ages , hasn't it ?? not just since being put away , even PRIOR to that , being a part of any social gatherings had become few and far between as her father became more and more entranced by his mania. once upon a time the volkihars would be most enthusiastic to make an appearance at any function , though most of the time they'd keep it to the ones their kin held. decadent dresses , fancy halls ──── all memories that had crumbled to ash. being here in the capital , serana wonders for a moment if any of the other clans even remember their legacy ──── or if it too was just dust. with the dragon threat vanquished , it seemed the queen was more than thrilled to gather as many of those who could make it to solitude as she could for a celebration. skyrim would live to see another day.

as the sun had set , the lively dancing songs turned slow to give citizens a break and it was with ease the vampire had shifted from how her and voara spun in grand circles with their fingers ENTWINED to bringing her in close , to now the pair of them slowly swaying , free hand resting politely on her lower back. " forgive me if i'm a bit rusty , " tone sheepish , she smiles through it. " it's been some time since i've danced , much less led one. " the gentle chuckle from the other eases her nerves enough that serana leans to press a chaste but soft kiss to voara's lips , cool forehead staying rested against hers. " gods it's nice to have a moment to breathe amongst the chaos. metaphorically speaking. . . i suppose. . . all things considered. "