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𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 lives forever      & so does 𝑾𝑨𝑹

At the end of the day                                      It’s a 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵 

ℍ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 deep down inside of our 𝑫𝑵𝑨

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tempesttragedy​:

“Ah, sorry - my name is Laura ; I’m with the Minutemen. I have basic medical training, but it really is bare bones, and certainly never dealt with making chems.” She releases his hand after an appropriate shake, though his response is hardly what she was looking for. 

“Yes, I’m serious - the Minutemen need more experienced chem makers, and if I can learn, then I can provide that for them.” 

Ben    gives    it    a    little    thought,    gesturing    for    her    to    come    in    so    he    can    close    the    door    behind    her.    The    former    diner    is    actually    very    tidy,    all    things    considered,    with    none    of    the    debris    from    age    one    expects    to    see    in    most    prewar    buildings.    The    counters,    though,    they’re    more    like    organized    chaos.    Bunch    of    herbs    &&.    such    all    spread    out    in    some    manner    that    makes    sense    only    to    their    owner,    ready    to    be    used    in    chems    &&.    powders    &&.    salves.

❝    Minutemen,    huh    ?    Yeah,    I’ve    heard    about    you    guys.    Suppose    it    wouldn’t    be    a    bad    idea    to    make    good    with    th’    local    militia.    Maybe    we    can    work    something    out    after    all.    I’m    gonna    work    you    like    a    dog,    though,    you    understand.    ❞

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thx-lost-yxars​:

{ A look of denial swept over Scratch’s face.  He desperately sought reasons to deny Ben’s story. }

“You’re lying. That’s bullshit.”

{ The Fiend rebuke the ghoul, shaking his head. Yet despite this protest, he felt Ben was telling the truth. }

Ben    gave    a    bark    of    laughter    that    rang    out    in    the    desert    air.

❝    No,    man,    for    real    !    Sure    as    we’re    both    standin’    here.    They    seriously    make    it    outta    shit    !        Making    Jet    is    the    worst    gig    you    can    ever    get.    I    swear    by    Mennen   !    ❞

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inthisfire-ifindrain·:

Fiona rocks the little one as Ben makes his way over quickly. “Shhhh it’s okay it’s okay….well it’s actually really not… but it will be..” she whispers to the little one.

She looks back at the woman. Lips blue and eyes open, the Flys and insects were already starting to come around. She kneeled down feeling the face and neck looking back up to him .

“Yeah… she’s… gone.. I don’t think a full day but definitely a few hours.” She starts to one handedly digging through the woman’s belongings. Finding an empty bottle and some clean cloths she assumed were for diapers.

Putting the things in her own bag, the infant whaling the whole time she looks between him and the baby. She puts her pinky in its mouth. Silence fills the air as the baby starts sucking hard on her finger.

“ Thats not good… its hungry…we have to get it somewhere safe but any place is days away..” she steps away from the body and closer to Ben.

“Do you have any more of that insta mash powder left by any chance?”

❝    Yeah,    I    should.    Hold    on,    lemme    see    what    we’re    workin’    with.    ❞        Ben’s    always    been    meticulous    with    that    old    black    messenger    bag    he    carries,    since    being    well-stocked    on    supplies    &&.    having    them    at    hand    often    means    the    difference    between    livin’    &&.    dyin’.    Doesn’t    take    him    a    minute    to    fish    out    the    powder,    holding    it    up    where    Fiona    can    see.    

❝    Yeah,    we’re    good    on    Insta    Mash.    Look,    uh,    there’s    lots    of    stuff    I    know    when    it    comes    to    taking    care    of    lost    travelers    &&.    all,        but    I    can’t    say    I’ve    ever    wound    up    with    a    baby.    ❞        He’s    not    fool    enough    to    think    he’s    gonna    get    away    with    trying    to    talk    her    out    of    taking    the    kid,    so    he    doesn’t    waste    his    breath    on    an    argument    he    ain’t    gonna    win,    especially    knowing    how    much    of    an    ass    he’d    be    if    he    tried    to    make    it    in    the    first    place.    So    he’s    on    board.    No    turning    back.

Shakes    his    head    with    a    whispered    curse.    Poor    chick,    whoever    she    was.    Can’t    help    feeling    bad    for    her    after    all    this.

❝    So,    uh,    yeah,    you’re    gonna    have    to    guide    me    a    little    bit    here.    I    don’t    say    this    often,    but    I    got    no    idea    what    I’m    doin’.    ❞

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thoseknighted​:

“ Dumbass , ”      Larry mutters,  layers and layers of annoyance and frustration and callous dismissal masking the truth of concern.    This fuckin’ idiot pal of his is going to push himself over the edge one of these days.    Today,  however,  will not be that day.

Once he’s sure Ben is seated in such a way that he isn’t about to fall the fuck over,  Larry begins his search of all the shelves and supplies.

Is there no goddamn fixer around here ?    Then,  there’s got to be something else that’ll at least bring down the worst of the high.

“ Wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t ;    you spend more time flirting with punching your ticket than you do flirting with actual people.    Then what would you expect me to do ?    I gotta be the one to tell your smoking hot girlfriend she’s got to find another dick to ride ? ”

Comment    hits    a    sore    spot.    Ben    answers    with    a    hiss.    Real    hiss,    the    kind    a    whole    ghoul    ain’t    supposed    to    have.    He    didn’t    like    that.    Fucking    talk    about    her    like    that.    He    ain’t    hardly    give    a    shit    about    anybody    in    this    world,    but    that    girl    of    his,    he    cares    about    her.

That’s    been    his    problem    since    before    he    got    the    radioactive    sun    tan.    He’s    got    this    tattoo    on    his    arm    &&.    a    ring    around    his    neck    &&.    headful    of    memories    like    lost    friends.    Yeah,    he’s    fucked.    Fucked,    he’s    fucked,    he’s    fucked,    fucked,    fucked.    He    just    picks    one    gal    &&.    he    gives    her    everything    he’s    got,    but    Mennen    knows    he’s    never    thought    about    consequences    &&.    shit    before    he    up    &&.    does    whatever    he    wants.

❝    You    watch    what    you    say    about    Scar.    She    doesn’t    need    me,    she’s    tough.    So    goddamn    tough.    ❞

Ticker    can’t    possibly    be    working    right.    He’s    feeling    it    doing    backflips    in    there.

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Fallout New Vegas/ Animal Crossing anyone?

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tcxastough·

【🔧】— Ferverent kisses pressed along his mottled jawline and cheek and down to his neckline, lips tracing over a particular softer patch of skin that still had a touch of what remained of his human skin texture.

       “Ah gotta ‘admit, ain’t never did it with a ghoul b���fore,” she breathed heavily on his neck. The harsh reality of it was that she hadn’t done anything with anyone in the last five years, and who that was with wouldn’t even really be considered… well, it was kind of up in the air whether or not robots with suspiciously self-aware programming really counted.

     While Ben was busy with her shirt, she was busying herself with her belt. Having already dealt with her armor prior to, the buttons of her blouse were relatively easy to pop off, one even coming off the tender old threads.

        Danielle hovered over just slightly to start unzipping herself and tugging the hem of her jeans and undergarmet down, wiggling her hips slightly to alleviate momentum to get them past her thighs as she still stayed atop him, lips making their way back to the others and tongue slipping in to feel the contrasting softness of the inside of his mouth compared to his rough calloused skin.

He    laughed,    maybe    in    spite    of    the    haze    of    the    aphrodisiacs,    maybe    because    of    it.    What    a    thing    to    say.    Never    did    it    with    a    ghoul.        He    liked    it.    He    was    so    hot    &&.    bothered    right    now    he    mighta    liked    anything    she    said.    But    he    liked    the    way    she    talked.    Especially    now.

❝    Careful,    you    might    get    a    taste,    ❞        Ben    murmured,    just    as    she    came    down    to    kiss    him.    He    met    her    in    kind,    with    his    rough    hands    in    her    hair.    His    tongue    moving    against    hers,    making    him    feel    like    they    were    connecting    with    each    other,    letting    emotions    &&.    lust    flow    freely    between    them.    

His    hands    trailed    down    her    back    as    they    did,    &&.    gripped    her    ass    firmly,    fingertips    pressing    into    the    supple    skin    newly    bared.    It    heightened    his    anticipation.    It    ached    in    his    loins,    in    his    cock,    the    haze    over    them    making    that    desire    so    much    greater    that    it    was    almost    unbearable.    It    was    as    if    there    were    nothing    in    this    world    that    he    could    ever    want    more    than    Dani’s    body.    

&&.    now    there    was    precious    little    that    separates    him    from    the    heat    radiating    between    her    legs    —-    his    awareness    of    it    made    him    feel    like    an    animal    in    rut,    ready    to    mount,    to    take    a    mate    like    a    prize.        Ghoul    though    he    may    be,    he    was    still    very    much    in    possession    of    his    natural    urges    (&&.    thankfully    of    his    sex    as    well).    &&.    in    the    full    grip    of    the    powder’s    effects,    he    felt    them    even    stronger    than    if    he’d    been    human    still.    Heated    blood,    tongue    rushing    against    hers.

He    might    leave    bruises    on    her    ass.    He    would    certainly    leave    bruises    elsewhere,    given    a    little    more    time.

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thx-lost-yxars​:

“I’m not joking. Do they really use brahmin shit?” 

{ Scratch showed a genuine look of concern. }

❝    Yeah,        they    really    do    !        I    once    got    mixed    up    with    Jet    pushers    in    New    Reno,    &&.    y'know    what    ?        It    sucks.        Production    stinks    so    bad    even    I    wanted    to    upchuck    a    couple    of    times    there.    ❞

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❝    Yer    jokin’.        Right    ?    ❞

“They don’t make jet outta brahmin shit? Do they?”

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@inthisfire-ifindrain​​​

 It had been a few days, leaving together on a bit of a trip away from the lights of vegas him occupying every corner of her mind. They had just started walking back, a different way then how the came a bit longer.

"What is that... sound?" Fiona says stopping she heard something strange off in the distance of the trees . She listens closer, it sounds like crying. But it was decently cold this way, and she heard no other voice.

She takes off towards the sounds not too far from them behind a rock lay a dead woman, there is a blanket moving and squirming.

"Oh no..Ben!!! Get over here!!!" She yells as she pulls back the blanket revealing exactly what she thought..a small baby crying, she picks it up and wraps it well in the blanket speechless she turns to him with the bundle now in her arms.

Naturally  he’s  not  gonna  leave  her  waiting  when  he  hears  her  cry  out  like  that.    The  typical  lackadaisical  walk  is  immediately  forgone  as  Ben  breaks  into  a  sprint,    a  gloved  hand  gripping  the  belt  round  his  chest  that  holds  his  shotgun  into  place.    Unsure  whether  he’ll  need  it  when  he  reaches  his  companion,    it’s  better  to  be  safe  than  sorry.    Especially  once  he’s  able  to  hear  that  shrill  crying  for  himself.

A  ghoul’s  heart  beats  slow,    but  his  is  pounding  double  quick  as  he  clears  the  trees,    rounds  the  rock    &&.    catches  up  to  Fiona  with  that  precious  cargo  swaddled  in  her  arms.    He’s  come  across  the  odd  kid  scraping  by  on  their  own,    but  a  baby...    that’s  a  helluva  surprise  there.    Whole  other  matter,    too.    Not  one  he’s  ever  expected  to  have  to  deal  with,    even  in  that  long-ass  life  of  his.

Stunned  for  a  moment,    he  can’t  just  go  straight  into  taking  control  of  the  situation  like  he’s  wont  to  do.    Instead  he’s  glancing  between  the  baby    &&.    the  woman  holding  it.

❝  Holy  crap.  ❞    He  breathes.    Then,    letting  go  of  his  belt,    he  casts  a  brief  gesture  toward  the  woman  on  the  rock  past  Fiona,  looking  for  confirmation.    ❝  She  dead  ?  ❞