#{ &* Cooper ; Thread }

[fuckyeahizzyhands]

[street-of-mercy]

Fallout Mythology AU - Hades & Persephone

he thought he knew her, little goddess of sunlight and flowers but she bit into the fruit and spilled the red stepped into his kingdom without fear and the god of the underworld had finally found his queen

[hostradio]

you  there,  hello  —  !  what  if  i  wrote  you  a  STARTER  for  the  low low  cost  of  you  liking  this  post  and  /  or  replying  with  the  url  of  your  sideblog?

[thcophagy]

open to: anyone.

featuring: cooper hull, twenty-four, bisexual, groupie.

plot: your muse is in a famous band and has been enabling cooper's obsession for months now, letting him buy them drinks at bars before disappearing back to the bus, giving him tickets to their next show but refusing to see him afterwards, forcing him to drive around the country after them in the hopes that they will finally give in and indulge him. one night, they finally do.

"you wanna know what i think?" cooper couldn't have looked any more smug, stretched out on the fancy bed in their hotel room that they'd only gotten back to moments before. he took up space that didn't belong to him so easily, a trained trait but one he had learned to indulge. after months, he had finally made some progress, he had made it back to their room for the night and his eagerness was obvious by the way he squirmed on the expensive sheets. "i think i'm your good luck charm." he nodded along with himself, as though he were trying to force himself into being convinced by his words. he didn't need to be tricked into anything though, he was too excited at the prospect of being alone with his favourite member of his favourite band to even consider that he might've been overestimating his importance. "i think you put on your best shows when you know i'm there."

[lucygooseymaclean]

has anyone made any art of coop like sewing up his clothes at the end of the day or something 👀

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I am very much enjoying Ren's petty dialogue options and how defensive Akechi gets when you pick them kdsfjvndfknj

Ren: "I guess I don't have a choice..." 😒

Akechi: "May I remind you that we are equals in this endeavor!"

--

Akechi: "Did I overhear Yoshizawa mention a Palace?"

Ren, boldfaced lying: "Nope. You're imagining things." 😐

Akechi: "Do you understand the meaning of cooperate?!"

--

Ren: "Oh look, your true outfit." 🙄

Akechi: "Oh, this old thing?" 😏

Kasumi: "...?" 😥

[aamusedly]

@butnobodyhome.

It was a slow walk out, but Cooper didn't complain. It was hot, but he didn't sweat much anymore, and it was long but his feet always ached anyway. He was remarkably quiet-- he was watching her, whether or not she noticed, checking for signs of weakness or need.

But they found their way to a place to rest and resupply: Goodsprings, which had both a medic and a spare room above the saloon. They looked at the Ghoul warily but didn't deny him entry, and he left Anna in the care of the local doctor for the hour it took to get some booze in him.

He needed it, after their conversations. After all he'd thought, all he'd seen.

When the Ghoul returned to pick her up, his eyes were glazed with the whiskey he'd downed, and it was easier to see the flash of feeling on his face: worry.

[kyngsnake]

To me the new ghoul lore isn't actually general lore, but a self-made epidemic caused by ghouls around NV being convinced that it helping them when it is actually encouraging what turns them feral. Like how some chapstick companies add ingredients that dry out your lips to their balms; since the users aren't aware that it is causing their chapped lips, they assume the issue is with their own skin and keep buying it. Just a bit more insidious.

Ghouls who never encountered the "cure" would operate according to the lore of the games, but since the ghouls around NV needed some kind of security given all the chaos and change around them, it quickly caught on and spread. Since it has become accepted as fact that it works, ghouls assume anyone who isn't feral is using it and anyone who is isn't didn't use enough of it, preventing them from rationally assessing if it is actually improving things compared to those who don't use it.

It's not a bad theory-- I'd honestly be more forgiving to the show if they went the route of anti-feral juice effectively being snake oil. Not far off from Aqua Cura from FO3 in that regard. Someone preying off a vulnerable community would also be more on point thematically imo, it's an issue Fallout touches on often, granted I'd also worry a little about the show still painting ghouls as the bad guys/wasteland monsters in that scenario anyway.

I do wonder if season 2 is going to elaborate on what exactly that chem is and who/what produces it. It didn't look to me like unveiling the mystery behind anti-feral juice [at least the origin of it] was going to be a huge plot point in s2 though, which makes me inclined to think the changes to ghoul lore are retroactive and not supplemental.

[tulalovemail]

my girl…… 💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙

[howdy-cowpoke]

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Prickly Pear Acres PARTIES: Dallas (farm hand NPC) & Finn (@animotoph0bia) SUMMARY: Finn is attacked by someone and Dallas hurries to save him and get him to the main road. On the way, they spot and rescue Philip the goat. CONTENT WARNINGS: mild head trauma

—

There were too many people here, too much fear and anger and panic - it was paralyzing. Finn was trying to remember where he’d gotten separated from Charlie, where a frantic crowd had quite forcibly steered them apart but it was no use. Everything was illuminated in an ominous, orange glow, smoke making the air dense and his vision blurry. The only thing preventing him from full on crawling into a fetal position and waiting for this to just end was the fact that he could still feel Charlie somewhere. It was the same disarrayed mix of emotions as everyone else but Finn knew the distinctive feel of those exact emotions, probably better than his own. It didn’t help him locate Charlie, only kept him standing as shoulders bumped into him and people screamed, some even sounding inhuman but that could have been the panic talking. 

“Charlie?” His voice didn’t even sound loud enough to be heard over the cacophony of fear and distress and his throat hurt from the smoke. “Winter?” He needed to get out of here, away from the fire and the threat of getting trampled but his feet wouldn’t unstick from the grass and his eyes wouldn’t focus for long enough to actually see which way was the one towards safety. More bodies rushed past him, none of them anyone Finn knew or maybe they were and he just couldn’t register it because the smell of smoke was starting to smell of blood as well and the fear filling each of his particles was visceral. “Charlie?!”

All of the air left his lungs when Finn’s back collided with the ground, stunned and unable to draw a fresh breath for what felt like eternity. He couldn’t see who had shoved him to the ground, simply staring up at the sky, or what he could see of it through the thickening smog, as he fought to catch his breath. Once he finally managed to inhale, it burned but at least he could breathe. No longer fearing that he would never breathe again, Finn rolled his head to find who had knocked him down in the first place. The outline of a knife embedded in their skull was hard to miss but the person was still moving, or twitching rather, letting out raspy breaths and sounds Finn knew all too well from countless horror movies. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Finn hissed, frantically pushing his body away from the writhing form, feeling instantly dizzy and aware of the throbbing pain in the back of his head, of the wetness there as blood dripped down the back of his collar. 

—

Still shaken from having to put down his friend, Dallas moved among the thinning crowd of people, ushering them in the right direction. He was interrupted a few times by strangers, but his stature and bodyweight alone were often enough to quickly dispatch them before they could injure him or the party guests. One such interruption ended with his hunting knife embedded in the fucker’s skull, who stumbled forwarda few paces before collapsing to the grass. That’s when Dallas noticed someone else had gone down with them, and moved quickly to assess the situation. It was a party guest, someone who’s name he hadn’t gotten, and he was bleeding. “Hey, it’s okay,” the large man said in a gruff voice, reaching for Finn. Without asking, he hauled the smaller man to his feet, but felt him immediately sway under his own weight. “Okay.” Again without asking, Dallas scooped him up and glanced around them quickly before stooping to wrench the knife out of the arsonist’s head and wipe it clean (ish) on his pant leg. “Gettin’ you outta here. Don’t worry.”

—

Someone was speaking to him, voice muffled and all Finn had to go off of was the open expression on his face since he couldn’t feel this person in particular. Even if he hadn’t been there to help, there wasn’t much Finn could have done to stop him, anyway. That much was evident when Finn got effortlessly pulled to his feet, making everything spin around him. He thought maybe he’d caught a glimpse of this man before, around the ranch, which warmed his heart for a moment before it only served to remind him that said ranch - Monty’s ranch - was burning down. 

Finn made no move to argue when he was literally swept off his useless feet, just grateful that he didn’t have to get himself out of here because his head was pounding and he could feel everything, including Charlie but he couldn’t see him. The knife made a wet sound as it was forcibly removed from the skull and Finn swallowed the wave of nausea. “The fuck happened?” he croaked, still craning his neck in an attempt to spot his people in the muddle of smoke and dark. No luck, but it did bring his attention to a familiar silhouette, doing some very familiar screaming. “Oh shit, Philip…” 

—

“Don’t know. Another attack.” He had no idea if this guy was privy to the first one, but there was no time for hemming and hawing over semantics. Odds were not in Dallas’ favor of making it out of this alive, but he’d save as many people as he could in the meantime. 

People, or goats. 

With a grunt and a huff, Dallas shifted Finn in his arms to support him with just one, freeing up the other as he hurried over to Philip, who of course started to run. “Phil! Ah, ya damn bastard, get back ‘ere!” Dallas hollered, picking up the pace while trying to not jostle the person in his grip too much. Recognizing the voice, the goat slowed and turned to face them again, letting out another scream that would have been comedic in any other scenario. Dallas squatted down and snatched him up under the other arm, then started to make his way to the road. “You better get that head looked at, kid.” Odds were that someone had already called an ambulance, but if he’d come here with someone else who was already down by the road and could drive him to the hospital, that’d work just as well. Either way. 

Hustling down the hill, Dallas could see their destination through the smoke when something hit him in the back. He stumbled but did not fall or drop either of the beings he was carrying, instead straightening up again and shaking it off. There wasn’t any time to see who had done what, and he had his fucking hands full right now—literally. He just kept right on chugging, finally making it past the row of guest vehicles and to the road. There were some animals down here already, and some people. Setting Finn and Philip down, Dallas glanced one way, then the other. “Keep an eye on him, will you? If you came with someone, you see ‘em, get on outta here. Pass Phil off to someone, don’t matter who. He should wanna stick around folks anyway.” Then he turned, but what Finn said next took him by surprise. 

“... a what?”  

—

Being manhandled by a single arm would have been deliriously funny under any other circumstances but right now, it was simply put the only thing keeping Finn from death by trampling or stabbing or fire. He’d tell Charlie all about this later, let him laugh it up when things were fine and everyone was safe because everyone would be safe. Finn couldn’t fathom any other outcome and it was starting with the rescue of Philip. Thankfully, the goat was stupid but not suicidal, finally allowing the giant farmhand to pick him up. Which was good because Finn’s brain already felt a bit rattled and his saviour running wasn’t helping. 

“You betcha,” Finn replied unconvincingly, well aware that the second he could stand on his own two feet again, he was off to find Charlie. His head could wait, probably. Maybe not a great sign that he kinda felt like letting his eyes fall shut but then his and Philip’s ‘ride’ stumbled, jolting Finn back. There were cars which looked like a good sign, some of them already driving off. His feet were lead when they met the ground but luckily he had Philip to lean against. Finn listened distractedly to the rushed instructions, already working to try and spot Charlie anywhere in the crowd. The axe sticking out of his rescuer’s back did catch Finn’s attention though. 

“Is that… a fucking axe?”

The hulking man seemed confused but that should have been reserved for Finn because the guy had a fucking axe in his back. Yeah, adrenaline was a hell of a drug but fucking seriously? “An axe,” Finn repeated with slight hysteria, craning his body for a glance around the man. There was no telling who might have been responsible but at least no one was heading this way, for now. “Godammit… are you okay? Should I…” Finn gestured lamely at the weapon lodged in the man’s back, already regretting the half-finished offer. 

—

He couldn't see it over his own shoulder. He tried, but the fuckin’ thing was apparently dead center. “Uh, yeah—m'fine,” Dallas grunted, trying to reach blindly for the handle and only swiping at air. He squinted in frustration, gaze falling on the kid again. “... look, it's, uh… like pullin’ it outta a block of wood. Don't hurt.” Won't bleed. “Sorry. They were likely aimin’ for my head n’ missed.” That probably wasn't helping. 

Dallas turned to give Finn access to the ax lodged beside his spine, kneeling down to make it easier to get leverage on. “Go on, rip it out. Quick like a band-aid.” His eyes were scanning the chaos higher up on the hill, not just searching for whoever might’ve hucked this ax at him, but his brother as well. He'd not seen nor heard a peep from Denver once they split up, and he was growing worried. 

The man only winced as the weapon was finally removed, immediately getting back to his feet. The wound looked angry, but it wasn't bright red with blood as it should've been — instead it was black and barely oozing. Turning back to face Finn again, Dallas took the ax from him. “Thanks. Stay down here by the road until you can safely get outta Gatlin Fields.” He looked at Philip. “And you stick with ‘im.” The man huffed out a tired breath. “I gotta go find my brother n’ my boss.”

—

In a continued mood of mild hysterics, it took everything in Finn not to burst out laughing at the objectively hilarious sight of a man that size trying and failing so hard to look over his shoulder. When he then started making wild swings for it, Finn wondered if he should just go all in with pointing and laughing and blame it on the concussion he definitely had. The frustrated gaze turning back on the empath did wonders to quell any humor, though. Especially since he was about to pull an axe out of a man’s back, apparently. 

“Block of wood, huh?” Finn parroted back, disbelief coloring his words but there was no going back now, not when this man had saved his ass and not with Philip staring him down expectantly. Dumb goat. “God, okay…” Unsteady hands wrapped around the handle and Finn’s stomach lurched because that thing was in there. So, maybe because he proved time and again to be some sort of masochist by nature, Finn gave a mostly experimental tug. He felt even more lightheaded than before. Quick like a band-aid. 

“Dude, chill, I’ve never pulled a fucking axe out of someone before,” Finn hissed and annoyance felt safer than thinking too much about what he was doing, and inevitably passing out, so he continued. “Can’t even show up to a-” he braced one foot against the ground because bracing it against the man’s back felt tactless, “- goddamn barn party without something going to absolute fucking shit, losing my boyfriend and yanking a motherfucking axe…” 

It came loose with a… squelch, was the only word Finn thought to describe the sound. His saviour didn’t drop dead, didn’t cry out or bleed out. In fact, it didn’t look like he was bleeding at all, just seeping something dark and… Finn jolted as the man stood, realizing he was holding the hilt of the axe with enough force to make his fingers turn white. Probably not as white as his face but close. “Er… welcome?” Finn replied meekly, grateful to be rid off the axe as he once more leaned on Philip for support, both physical and emotional. His stomach didn’t lurch again but instead dropped, the mention of a brother and a boss, presumably Monty, the realization that Charlie was still somewhere - and if Finn really focused, he was somewhere angry and horrified.

The impressive silhouette of the man grew smaller as he vanished back into the fucking horrors. A bleat from Philip, one that Finn decided to interpret as encouraging, was enough to finally snap him into action. Picking up his phone for the process of repeatedly ringing his boyfriend while panic gnawed at his insides, Finn led his goat buddy further down the street in some vague hope that Charlie would simply be waiting at the van.

[kieselguhrkid]

Directed by Paul Thomas Anderson PHANTOM THREAD (2017) LICORICE PIZZA (2021)

[nightshaze]

"   you've got a call on line two.   "   he tries to keep any kind of bitterness out of his expression, out of his tone, mostly because he's not sure why it's there   —   he tells himself it's because of the interruption to the flow their day, her day, and not because of the way she no longer seemed eager to go home, no longer mentioned him in stories, took aaron to dinners and events.   "   it's jonathan.   "   he retreats almost instantly. / @soulwounded

[radiaking]

+ memes / accepting!

@atomiqueen said: “you owe me nothing.”

        Wrong again. He owes her everything. Without her, he'd be worse than dead, he'd be empty, lost, whatever the hell it is that happens when ghouls go feral. Each is different but none of it's good, just shells, zombies, wandering around unable to die and too far gone to even wish for it anymore.

        "Like hell I don't," he says through gritted teeth. He'll never stop owing her.

[luriddaze]

CLOSED for @stayliquid // cooper james. OPEN to f/m/nb!

"it doesn't have to be weird. sure, we dated for a while, but i thought we agreed to at least try and stay friends? now, we are here at this party, and it's, like, you're hiding from me or something. so, what's going on?" cooper leant against the wall behind them, the nerves in his stomach making him uncomfortable. no amount of alcohol could make this sort of confrontation easy. he knew that he still had feelings, and maybe they knew it, too - which, would explain why they would be avoiding him.

[ryanlockheart]

— ₊ ° . ☆ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 water, it felt like a completely different world to harley. all he could see was water for miles, and all he could hear was the lull of the waves beneath them. all that mattered was that he got ellery all to himself. harley was certain he'd found heaven. sure, ellery had taken him out on the boat before, but isaac had always been there. he'd never gotten to just have some time one-on-one with the blond boy. their little late night tryst hadn't left his mind since. he just kept replaying all the pleasure over and over in his head. he was hoping there would be a repeat on the boat. that was why he'd worn the skimpiest speedo he could find online. the teal polyester clung tightly against his curves. his ass jiggled as he padded across the deck, two beers in his hand. "for you," harley hummed, handing over a can to his lover. he settled down next to the blond boy, laying down on his abdomen. "that was about the beer — not the speedo," he clarified. "but that was all for you too. y'like it? i wanted to be real pretty for ya, daddy." / @kitbogart