#royalmuses: charon.

[wandercr]

@royalmuses   ---   sc.

She approaches Charon with some hesitance. In the past, her attempts to speak with him have been met with no reply, or simply a blunt request that she speak with Ahzrukhal, instead. Calling her a little gun shy, now, even though she’s purchased his contract, would not be inaccurate. “Charon?” she prompts. When she captures his attention, she holds up the yellowed, ancient piece of paper. “Before you say anything, I just bought this. So you can talk to me, now, if you want.”

She shoots a side-eyed glare at Ahzrukhal busying himself behind the bar. “You don’t have to follow his orders.”

[bydesiign]

“SO YOU’RE THE ONE KEEPING MY LITTLE RESEARCH ASSISTANT SAFE?” It’s always interesting to see who the Lone Wanderer drags into Megaton. Despite their vault upbringing, they sure have no trouble making new friends. “And a ghoul no less. Hm, I bet I could dedicate a whole chapter to ghoulification.” Her head tilts, suddenly seeing the figure in a brand new light. It isn’t only the vaultie who could help her research. “Could I ask you some questions? I promise it’ll only take a few minutes.”

@royalmuses liked for a starter.

[cottonbelles]

@royalmuses​ said:

😘 - Charon

It's international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse.

【 💣 】— It was rare, very rare, for Charon to ever initiate anything, let alone something such as a kiss. It was sweet and innocent enough, but Cotton could sense that he wanted a lot more than a simple peck on the forehead. She supposed it was up to her to provide that for him.

     “C’mere,” the courier draped her arms over him and pulled him down, and interlocked lips with him as she held him tight.

[tcxastough]

❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑���𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

@royalmuses​

[ point + gun ] - Charon

【🔧】— She pointed her chin up and away from the barrel of the gun pointed at her face, a flat, perturbed expression clearly plastered there. This clearly wasn’t the woman’s first rodeo of getting mugged, but the desensitization didn’t make her unfearful-- she very much would rather not die today if she could help it.

        Jesus, but her mugger was a big ghoul. Not as big as the supermutants around here, but still freakishly huge-- she wondered if that was an extra mutation of some kind.

       “Alright, big guy,” seeing as there really wasn’t much of a chance that he’d miss when he was at such close range, she held her hands away from her hip and back to keep them clear from her weapons to show that she would make no effort to try and reach for them. 

        “Go ahead then, do what you want n’ git. Y’ ain’t gonna find much in caps though-- just spent most ‘a it on radaway n’ water... not much use t’ yer ugly mug, clearly.”

       This was why Danielle made a habit to find hidey-holes and store locked up caches in places around areas she frequented. Yes, she’d lose her best shotgun, but at least she had a small chembox with a pistol and some caps in it that she could use until she got back to Rivet City or some other civilized area that sold supplies.

[daggersandsparks]

‘ nowhere to go . no way to change . ’ - Charon

@weroyals

She held the bottle to her lips, carefully watching the ghoul out of the corner of her eye, an eyebrow raised. Such a matter of fact sort of view, wasn’t it? If she were younger, she would’ve tried to offer some nice hopeful optimism. Be some refreshing change of pace or something. She took a sip and leaned back, tilting her head back to look at him and grinning.

❝Aw, come on now luv, isn’t there always a will if there’s a way or somethin’?❞ 

[screenviolense-a]

@royalmuses​ sent: “That is not a risk, that’s a certainty.“ - Charon to Cressida 

          cressida stared at the cave that lead into the vault she had not once but twice run away from, each time reminded that she was no longer welcome back. maybe things would be better now that amata was in charge. enough time had passed, hadn’t it? her shoulders slumped as she turned away from it once more, ready to return to megaton in defeat.

            ‘ i know, it’s just... ‘ she dragged her hands over her face, letting out a sigh. ‘ i don’t know. i just want to go home but i can’t. ‘

[huntressthewizard]

LINES OF POETRY

The Moon

You are embers after the flame. You are strength with its teeth bared. You are the warrior who won’t stay down. I don’t know where you got all this anger from, but here, here. Let me fight it for you, if only for a night. Here, here. There is armor strong enough to survive it.

Tagged by: @lighthearth​ (same hat!)

Tagging: @royalmuses (for Charon), @gyrc​ @rxtroskull​ (for Skulker) and errr uhh.... @madnessdescends​ (for Meta Knight)

[thelasttejada]

He could have sworn it was just a trick of his old, senile brain, but that woman; the way she looked, the way she laughed, and when she talked with the giant ghoul walking with her as they passed by the shop, he could have sworn he addressed her as Cottonbelle.

While the name and appearence might have been coincidence, the burned bullet scar on the left side of her forehead and those brilliant blue eyes couldn’t be, unless, somehow, the collective jet fumes coming off nearly every resident in town had started to affect him. 

He hadn’t seen her again, and the following weeks since seeing her, he had simply chalked it up to some undiagnosed trauma-related hallucination. The Courier was dead; had some kind of lung or esophagus infection or cancer.  He and Arcade had found her body in a cave across the Colorado river with the back half of her skull caved in, but the cybernetic spine and heart, along with the gold teeth and trademark duster was all unmistakably hers. Whether she had succumbed to her terminal illness before the cranium injury, Arcade wasn’t able to determine, but at that point, it didn’t really matter. She was dead, he had to accept that; just like he had to accept Rafaela and Claudia’s death.

But then he came in, the hulking seven-foot-tall ghoul that might as well just have been a horribly burned super mutant with a decent posture, a sack of caps in one hand and a broken weapon in the other. Raul could now confirm that at least he was real, and not a figment of his centuries old imagination. KLE-0 directed the red-head to the mechanic, and the old vaquero glanced over at him from the corner of his eye.

@royalmuses for Charon

[remylemeow]

  @royalmuses​

    “Heads up. You’re comin’ with me.”

        What a way to greet someone, huh? Listen - truth is, Remy had seen Charon around. He knew who this guy was, knew what he did - knew who he belonged to. And therein, if you asked one Remy LeBeau, laid the problem.

         Remy fucking loathed Ahzrukhal. As much as the cajun was all for some slightly suspicious, by all standards illegal and terribly terrible activities, well - what Ahzrukhal had going on? Degenerate was too generous a word to describe him. And the things he’d had Charon do - what Remy had heard, anyway? Were he to praise any Gods, now might be the time.

        So, yeah - he’d pulled some strings. Worked some magic. No-one died, not to get him wrong (he was a bit of an anti-hero, but he was no cold blooded murderer) but he did have to go slightly (a lot) beyond his comfort zone of questionable activities to finally land his hands on that contract. Charon’s ownership. That sounded so goddamn wrong. No-one should be able to own another human-being. That’s where his real work began.

        Remy flashed Charon the contract. Gave a half-hearted smile. Just holding that thing felt, ugh, wrong. Was he allowed to just tear the thing up right now? Is that a thing? Or maybe he’d have to wait. He had no idea what kind of conditioning was at work, here. Should probably figure out if that’d do more harm than good, first. “You, uh,” he cleared his throat. Gave a quick side-eye towards Ahzrukhal. “Y’got any partin’ words ‘fore we get goin’?”

[weroyals]

                                              Cottonbelle          x             Charon                                        @cottonbelles​           &            @royalmuses​

[sheenathehyena]

been a long time since ive drawn anything worth posting

Charon from Fallout 3 and my courier oc, Cottonbelle, based on an rp ship me and @royalmuses got going on.

[atcmbcmbs]

❔

send ❔ and i’ll list muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

@royalmuses

Tbh throwing Cherisse at Charon is probably a given, but I think it’d be interesting given that despite her holding his contract - which she’d really only do so to get him away from Ahzrukhal - she’d be looking to him for guidance. She’s a pacifist and doesn’t really know her way around a fight, especially a gun fight. She’s also a soft Vault Dweller that has a hard time adapting to Wasteland life and it’s purely luck + intelligence that has kept her alive. 

Like there’s a lot she could learn from him, and that’s what interests me cause it almost seems like it should be reversed?

I really would love to do something with Eli and Florence too! He’s such a dedicated soldier and would follow her to Hell and back cause he thinks of her as such a fitting General. Like if there’s some dangerous mission she plans on taking up, he’d be the first to offer himself as a partner cause he 1. really wants to help and 2. I think could come to think of her as a friend as well as being General. 

Also for maybe something of a little conflict, Evangeline meeting/interacting with Dean. From what I’ve read on your page about him, she seems like the type he’d grow to hate: pure, untouched by any harm, and powerful. Despite her kind nature that she would even extend to him, she wouldn’t hold much if any trust in him. 

[musecontract]

WRITERS AESTHETICS + JOHN HANCOCK

JOHN KEATS:

the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds, lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books, fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bedsheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold, loving someone so exquisite, soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass, the insistence of being perpetually dreamy

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD:

mahogany wood, crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction

FRANZ KAFKA:

the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head

H.P. LOVECRAFT:

the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house, the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain, unexplainable phenomena, strange lights in the sky in the dead of night, ouija boards and urban legends

JACK KEROUAC:

the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive

EDGAR ALLAN POE:

the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret

tagged by: @royalmuses

tagging back: @royalmuses (Charon)

[cottonbelles]

@royalmuses for HIM *eyes emoji*

【 💣 】— Cottonbelle had never been too familiar with the Brotherhood of Steel. They were non-existant in Arizona and in a horribly losing war against the NCR in California. In the Mojave, she got to know Veronica, a field scribe that came with the rest of her family to the Mojave branch. While she was friendly enough, the rest of her brothers were less than thrilled about the idea of an outsider being in their presence. All in all, the former courier concluded that the Brotherhood were simply a reclusive cult that hoarded technology for god knows what.

      That’s why she was rather surprised to see them out and about in such large numbers, making their presence known for all to see, vertibirds and Prydwyn parading about in the sky. She was also surprised they were this far out east, but that was another matter.

      As Cotton and her new bodyguard continued scavenging, a caravan from The Slog passed by. Wanting to buy some tarberries to make muffins with, she waved the ghouls down with a friendly call and approached with intention to trade.

      A small patrol squad of Brotherhood knights marched down the streets. Cotton looked up, but didn’t pay them much heed and went about her business, knowing what she knew about them from the West Coast. Neither she nor Charon or the merchants seemed to have any highly-advanced technology on them, so she felt they wouldn’t bother her.

       She didn’t know anything of their hatred of ghouls or synths, not like they’d be able to figure out if she was the latter. It wasn’t until a line of laser discharge hit the caravan’s brahmin when she realized something was happening.

[tcxastough]

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .    /     Danielle Conagher

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 : bonfires, competitiveness, hand veins, loud laughs, messy hair, sneaking out at 2am, abandoned beaches, stray dogs, candle lights, body language, creaking floorboards, ouija boards, having no regrets, karaoke nights out.

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒 : house plants, over-sized sweaters, soft hands, fuzzy socks, visiting big cities, snoozing your alarm clock, the color yellow, vanilla scented candles, aloe vera, fruit smoothies, baking cookies, the mom friend, loves the ukulele.

𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 : femme fatale movies, in love with female villains, sharp eyeliner, quick-witted, does things out of spite, do no harm but take no shit, in love with dogs, probably cries during sad movies but won’t admit it, easily excited, ripped jeans.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 : mermaids, easily infatuated by love, smelling flowers, picnics in open fields, gets sad when thinking about the past, impressed easily, daydreaming, plucking fresh fruit, loves fashion, would die for their friends.

𝐋𝐄𝐎 : confident in what they do, kill them with kindness, high ponytails, probably wants to visit paris once, not afraid to tell the truth, in love with cute animals, the one to lift others up, good at teamwork, the warm feeling of summer, dragons.

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐎 :  pastel markers, the smell of lavender, has a welcoming vibe around them, actually organized, scrunchies, neat notes, love going to museums, probably into photography, neutral colors, handwritten letters, stardust.

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 : soft blankets, cuddling the ones you love, always standing up for your friends, hopeless romantic, can be very distant, can be a little dramatic, pretty hair, dresses nicely, tries to be popular on social media, optimistic, humorous.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 : cottages in the woods, in love with greek mythology, vintage t-shirts, really emotional but doesn’t want anyone to know, determined, moonlight, pretty handwriting, into the retro aesthetic, rainy days, doesn’t judge people, cats.

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 : always ready for an adventure, street smart, wants to travel the world someday, doesn’t easily trust people, alcohol, paintbrushes, can’t sit still, untied shoelaces, tangled up earphones, blasting music at midnight, eye-gazing.

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍 : cold aura, coffee is what keeps them going, probably hasn’t slept in two days, actually a big softie, high-waisted jeans, cute pet videos, small apartments, has too many notebooks, often goes to the library, writing essays.

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 : loves to paint & do any kind of art, wants to live at the seaside, knows a lot of random facts, shares food, messy notes, bullshits an entire essay, graffiti, has their own distinct style, wants to live their life like they want to.

𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐒 : old teddy bears, unsent love letters, mom-jeans, loves to sing, feels at home by the ocean, writes poetry, hard-worker, always up for deep conversations, probably did the stupid thing, open curtains, a soft breeze.

tagged  by  :    @royalmuses​

tagging  :  @bcggars​ (for Medic and Scout), @royalmuses​ (for Soldier, Pauling, and Charon), @thelasttejada​ @salt-in-the-sea​ (Engie), 

[hcrdtokill]

"Well, that was the last of our water supply.” - Charon to Camilla

 The Wanderer sighed, examining the water bottle as though, maybe, just maybe, there was a secret slot on it. She knew full well that there wasn’t, but she liked to dream.

 “ Yeah,” came a mumbled reply, “ Thanks for keeping track, big guy. Maybe we can make it to Rivet City, or Megaton. ”

Charon had been, in Camilla’s opinion, a great help in- well, just about about everything, really. She had more than once forgotten that he was more than a common mercenary, something that she was reminded by with every reference to “ the contract ”. The idea of being bound to a piece of paper, for your entire life - it seemed like a nightmare. But Charon didn’t seem to mind. And if it wasn’t a problem for him, then she figured it shouldn’t be a problem for her, either.

But, unfortunately, Charon and the contract both were no Project Purity. Fresh water wasn’t going to magically appear, just because they wanted it to. But, always the optimist, the Wanderer knew they had options.

Irradiated water was, while not ideal, definitely there. The Lone Wanderer was fairly certain that alcohol wouldn’t be of any use here, unless she was dying, an wanted to feel good while doing so. And Rivet City- How far away was it? It couldn’t be that long of a trip.

Right?

 “ I’ll figure somethin’ out, Char’. I always do. Do you mind if I call you that ? Char’ ? Are nicknames alright ? Actually, we can figure that out later, we’ve got bigger problems right now. ”