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[retaltyp]

@darngoodshot Thank you for letting me draw you! A 1.5 hr study in acrylics, watercolour paper, no sketch.

[loving-lone-wanderer-blog]

You’ve Grown So Much

She wasn’t sure she heard that name right, standing in the somewhat noisy Third Rail. But when Magnolia finished her number and the clapping stopped, in the moment of quiet she heard it.

MacCready.

No way...that foul mouthed but endearing (at least to her) little boy from Little Lamplight? That MacCready?

She went into the room a few men were leaving from, looking like they belonged to old school Army. Gunners. Commonwealth’s own Talon Company in her opinion. Oh she hoped, if it was the MacCready she knew, that he wasn’t caught up with them.

She stepped in, seeing a rather lanky man alone in the room. She couldn’t tell if it was him or not...it had been ten years. Only one way to know.

“M-Mayor MacCready?”

@darngoodshot

[undcrboss]

@darngoodshot​​

“You look like shit. And I’m not just saying that because you took off your eyepatch - which you should never do again, by the way.”

“ ...Thanks for the sympathy, Boss. Knew I could count of you.” Despite that ever-present scowl twisted over his features, there was undeniable fondness in his voice. “ ...How’s Tijuana, by the way? ”

“It’s sunny, it’s beautiful, and we are making money, man! Want me to send over a care package? I know you’re probably missing those disgusting mango things.”

“ You’re disgusting. ” He sighed, running his fingers over the bandages covering his shoulder. “ Yeah, just... send over a box or two. Get me the extra spicy ones. ”

“Sooo... the ones that give you heartburn. Sure. I’ll have them shipped over to the restaurant in a couple days. ”

“ ...Actually, let me text you an address. I’m staying with... with my son, for the time being, and - ”

“Hold up. You have a kid? Since when?!”

“ He’s a grown-ass man, Boss. Skinny little guy in his twenties. ”

“But you’re only... Ooooh, I get it. They didn’t teach you sex-ed in the south, did they? Oh my god, you’re a stereotype! Ahahaha!”

“ ...I’m hanging up. ”

“Gage, wait -”

                    He couldn’t have tossed that fucking phone away any faster. Somehow, talking about his little “mistake” still made him uneasy, even after all those years. 

                    “ Hey, Boy! ” he called from the sofa; he hadn’t moved since morning “ Boy, you get over here, so I don’t have to fuckin’ shout. ”

[theghoulwanderer]

Familiar Face - Closed RP

@darngoodshot

Evelyn had been in Goodneighbor for a long time now, but she’d avoided the Third Rail when possible. Loose lips never ended well for her. However, she’d decided to stop by tonight after a particularly long day of repairing and modding weapons for caps.

She’d been ordering her usual when she heard someone greet a man with a disturbingly familiar surname: “MacCready.” Her blood ran cold and a chill shot down her spine. There was no way. She was so far away from the Capital Wastes, it just wasn’t possible.

So she spent the next half hour watching the man with careful eyes, examining every facial feature. There was certainly a resemblance, she couldn’t deny that. Finally gaining her confidence, she stood from her stool and approached the mercenary.

“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have relatives in the Capital Wastes, would you?” Evie murmured. “RJ MacCready, maybe?”

[ovcrboss-blog]

@darngoodshot​ continued from [ here ]

            { ♚ } Oh, fantastic! He’d finally earned enough “friendship points” to redeem them for a favor. ...About fucking time.

            ❝ Awesome~ Because I could actually use your opinion on something. ❞ And maybe even MacCready’s help, depending on the man’s reaction. ❝ The Brotherhood’s kind of been bothering me, you know - they’re such an eyesore... So I was thinking about nuking them. ❞

            The way he said it - casual and startlingly cheerful, as always - he may as well have been talking about the weather or the excellent supper that he’d eaten last evening.

            ❝ What do you think: is that a good idea or a great idea? ❞

[selfmedicatingmayor]

@darngoodshot

The drive home was tough. One arm was completely useless, the deep gash in his shoulder still oozing blood at an alarming rate despite the strips of cloth he’d shoved into the wound to control it. His vision was blurry and fading and he caught himself nearly blacking out a few times as he drifted and swerved through the streets of Boston on his way back. Thank God it was late enough hardly anyone was out anymore.

By some miracle, the redhead managed to make it without getting into a wreck, pulling into the driveway a little crookedly behind his van and shifting into park before finally letting the exhaustion take over. He tried to keep his eyes open, tried to get himself out and get help, but all Hancock managed to do was turn the truck off and pass out on the steering wheel, the sound of the horn blaring doing nothing to snap him out of it.

[coursingwater]

@darngoodshot

Gums, soft and tasting of blood under his tongue that seemed to never sit comfortably in his mouth anymore. Still, better to have missing teeth than to be dead and eaten by the wasteland wildlife that knocked them out of your face.

“……” Well, probably.

He sighs, goodneighbor was not a place he wanted to make himself any bit familiar with. Too much violence and too little sympathy for those who want out of that from what he had heard. 

He steps down the stairway into the third rail and immediately hunches over trying to look as unintimidating as possible with his dog following suit behind him. He grips the strap keeping his rifle on his back tight, the idea of being surrounded by so many potential killers doing nothing to assure him that he would be able to leave the place in one piece. 

He sits down, removing the googles from his face and looking around. Not too bad a set up compared to what he had imagined. A lot less raiders and feral ghouls than what he had been thinking of. That was good, he could relax a little. Besides the singer wasn’t half bad at all.

He looks down to his dog, her head up and her focus on a man leaving up the stairs.  "Joseph please calm down, what is-" But before he can finish shes already taken off after him barking playfully ready to jump on him.

“Joseph! Stop!” He stands up and runs after her grabbing her up just before she can jump on the man ahead of her.

“Good god, I am so sorry.” He insists despite his dog never having gotten the chance to jump on the man she was after. “Shes never like this I swear.” He holds her close hoping her appearance doesn’t make him think shes anything less than civilized. “Shes not one of the feral dogs I assure you.”

[lastofthepast-archive-blog]

I ship Laura with Not Deacon

Who do you ship my muse with and why?

Yea, Not Deacon is a much better alternative to Deacon. Who wants to deal with that much of a mess and apparently pain and issues??? NOT US. 

[institutegun-blog]

“I want to take control but I know better.” ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I have no idea what he's talking about

“ ‘Know better’ huh? And how do you figure that?”

“You ever tried?”

[rakyatleader-archive-blog]

Maybe following the kid into the cave hadn’t been Citra’s wisest idea, but she’s hungry and had hoped that maybe she could find out where the kid was staying so she could steal from him later. She had assumed he was by himself- what kind of parent would let their child wander around alone?- but once she sees the settlement within the cave, she’s immediately proven wrong. 

Remembering what her mother had always told her about settlements, the raider child immediately turns to leave, hoping to escape before anybody saw her. However, a shout from the gate stops her in her tracks and she immediately turns to see another child. Were there...no adults here? Judging by the way he holds himself, Citra can only assume he’s the one in charge. And no adults had come to investigate the commotion yet. She decides to take her chances. 

She points at the boy she had following. “He told me I could come with him.” The lie slips out easily and believably, the right amount of fear, confusion, and innocence in her tone. 

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[ode-of-odr-archive]

I don't know much about reputations but I DO know that Raseri is a fucking awesome character and like?? I'm so in love with him; you do an awesome job of making him born sympathetic and terrifying when it's appropriate and he's just 👌👌 and you, fabulous mun, are 👏💕

FUUUUUU! I’m so happy you like Ras. Like every other person with an OC I’m always nervous about how people actually feel about him. I put so much work and love into him, it always send me over the moon when people tell me they love him. I love writing him!

[forgedbysirens]

5'7 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Oh look. Someone who isn’t a giant.” o~o

[undcrboss]

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                  “ Guess I owe Mason five hundred caps, fair and square. ...Didn’t think you’d actually go for it. ”

                  What was it that the other man had told him?

                  ‘You say he hates you, Gage, but if there’s one thing I learned from watching over this zoo, it’s that pups always crave attention from the alpha. You just watch. Offer a little scrap of something that sounds like love, and your boy will come running. Five hundred caps says he will.’

                  “ What’s gotten into you, Boy? You get knocked upside the head? ...Don’t tell me you’re sick. ”

                  Before he could truly think it through, he slapped the back of his hand against RJ’s forehead, checking for a fever.

[prizexfighter]

❣ (for the cuddlessss)

❣ Your muse using my muse’s butt as a pillow.

Well. That was what she got for laying on her stomach around MacCready, apparently. Glancing over her shoulder, she let out a long sigh and raised a brow at the mercenary. “You comfortable back there? Is this because you can’t get to m’chest?”

[awildthing-archive]

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[selfmedicatingmayor]

@darngoodshot || Continued from here

After all the shit that he’d been thrown their way in the past few months, RJ was more in love with- and dependent on- Hancock than ever. At least the feeling seemed completely mutual, because he would have been at a loss otherwise. What would he have done while Hancock was out, taking care of some deal with an informant, if he wasn’t?

Surely not do his damn best at making an “extravagant” meal. Hell, he even bothered to actually prepare it all himself, instead of taking the easy way out and buying things store-made. …That might not make it better, but it was the thought that count, right?

Kitchen table done up in pink and red decor, he’d waited anxiously for Hancock to get back. Every minute without him seemed to take twenty, the time passing agonizingly slow. Until, finally, he was home. RJ met him at the door, slinking his arms around his neck to pull him inside. He’d give him the flowers and CD he’d burned later. For now? It was very important that he kiss his man, deep and just a little desperate.

Hancock hadn’t actually been out working all day, he’d only used it as an excuse to keep RJ off his back for a while so he could get his surprise ready. When he returned home, the redhead was in different clothing than he’d left in, dressed up in a nice suit with his hair properly styled and carrying a large box wrapped in a bow with holes on one side, hidden from the younger man’s view.

“Hello, sunshine~” He sing-songed, smiling into that kiss and letting out a low hum. If it weren’t for the shifting inside the box he was holding, Hancock almost could have forgotten what he was supposed to be doing and gotten lost in the kiss. As it was, he was having a hard time pulling away to speak. “Here, we can kiss more in a minute, but why don’t ya open this, sweetheart? I think you’re gonna really like it. I hope so.”