#the lonesome drifter

[caelan0d]

Sparkle On! Don't forget to be yourself!

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[scopebite]

boy the mojave wasteland is just a fascinating place isn't it?

[maddymoreau]

Videos of the performances:

Hadrian the Ghoul:

Billy Knight:

Rad Pack Revue:

Bruce Isaac:

The Lonesome Drifter:

[skumpitt]

[bellonathedragonborn]

Met this cool dude today. Nice guitar to.

Also Vulpes made Adrien a heart over at Nipton.

[sitting-on-me-bum]

“Lonesome Drifter”

“We frequently witness the vertical migration of small creatures that travel and feed on highly attractive lights in water that is approximately 200+ meters deep in blackwater. While I was exploring the area, I came across a pyrosome (an unusual tubular planktonic animal) that was 10cm (4 inches) long. As I examined it carefully, I discovered that an animal was hiding inside it. The creature was floating in mid-water and moving randomly. Luckily, I managed to capture a few shots of it before it drifted away into deeper waters.”

by Dennis Corpuz.

2024 Underwater Photographer of the Year competition

[undeadcourier]

so i never actually did the talent pool quest where you recruit performers for the tops until now, and the last person i'm supposed to recruit is the lonesome drifter. no problem, except... i stole his guitar when i first met him... oops lmao

[fnvminorcharacterpoll]

FNV Minor Character Poll - Round 3-B, Day 2

Left: Beatrix Russell, hired guard at the Old Mormon Fort and potential sex worker at the Atomic Wrangler. —"Longing makes the heart grow fonder, but I've always been a fan of hog-tying my lovers to make sure they can't escape."

Beatrix Russell's designated cheerleader is @shockvalue! shes got it all!!! shes a ghoul. shes a cowboy. shes a strange little freak. shes the guy with the gun. i love her.

Right: The Lonesome Drifter, a traveling musician. —"Well, I was born in a little town out Montana way. Me and Ma didn't have much, ever since my pa up and left."

The Lonesome Drifter's designated cheerleader is @lledxela! Cheering for the Lonesome Drifter since he is like the only Montana Rep in fallout. Respect for my fellow Montanan.

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[analogbreakdown]

The tale of the Lonesome Drifter

If you've been around the wasteland like me, you may have heard the tale of the Lonesome Drifter. Accounts of his appearance vary from person to person, but one thing shared between all oral reports describe the drifter as being tall in stature and having a signature handlebar mustache. Of course, that is not the most recognizable part of him. No. That would be the acoustic guitar that is never seen without him; charred black across the rest of its wooden body, touched with a warm, orange fire at its center.

Legends say that the Lonesome Drifter presided among many great battles that have occurred throughout the desolate wasteland, with some sightings being as recent as the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. Reports of him range as far north as Utah, stretching all the way back west to California. Some say that the music he played could determine the victor of a conflict. Whether you think he's alive and real is up to you, but I know one things for certain. Along with his guitar is his trusted .44, always holstered upon his hip. I've seen some of the bodies after battles he was supposedly sighted at, some filled to the brim with six bullet holes, patterned as if it were some sort of symbol. I'll let you be the judge.

- Written by me, Analog :)

[wimples-sr]

MAN COURIER SAYS THE THINKS HE HAD A KID SOMEWHERE IN MONTANA WHILE TALKING TO LONSEOME DRIFTER?? WHYYYY THE COURIER IS SO STUPID

[littledeadling]

Lonesome cowboy who would do anything for his town X lonesome drifter who would do anything for his son

[an-android-in-a-tutu]

Romancing the Exit Sign

Art: @nickelkeep

Writing: @an-android-in-a-tutu

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Other Tags: Alternate Universe, Eldritch Horror, Cults, Gore, Suicidal Ideation, Mystery

Summary: A teenage boy is left to die in a shallow grave and something slithers into his bones. Devotees of an ancient god work to bring Her into the world, as with equivalent fanaticism, a man on a mission picks them off one by one. A lonesome drifter crosses paths with a mysterious stranger and finds himself inexorably drawn into the middle of it all.

Dean Winchester is adrift. All he has is his car, the next hunt, and a conversation he doesn't want to have waiting for him in California. Then a case involving mangled bodies washing up on shore in an idyllic lakeside community puts him on the trail of a man calling himself Castiel, and the dangerous web he's entangled in. Dean is used to living in a world of monsters, but the End of Days is a little out of his wheelhouse. Especially when his only ally is determined to keep his secrets behind his teeth, even as they draw closer together. Still, he intends to see things through, no matter how dark the path ahead gets.

It's either that, or call his brother.

Excerpt:

The smell of rot was stronger here, flies buzzing away over what looked to be the remains of animals, shunted into the corners, bones and bits of fur and unidentifiable red mush. The walls were covered with scrawls, symbols and pictures painted in something dark and shiny, and pools of wax melted around stubs of burnt out candles littered the room. The centerpiece, though, was the massive pool of blood that had soaked into the decaying floorboards, half obscuring the scrawl of a magic circle underneath, five points of a star, each adorned with a tool of the trade: an offering bowl filled with lumpy ash, an incense holder, a dull copper coloured knife, a bundle of herbs and feathers, and a black crystal.

“Guess it was a gateway drug after all,” he muttered, stepping forward and tracing the script that filled the circle with his eyes. He couldn’t identify it, but he didn’t have to be a scholar to figure whatever it was was major bad juju.

Cas stood with his back to all of it, staring at the symbols on the wall across from the door.

“Looks like we found the right place,” Dean said wryly. “Good call, Cas.”

Cas didn’t answer, stayed facing the wall. Something about the line of his back set Dean ill at ease.

“Hey-” He took another step forward.

Something whispered in his ear.

Dean whirled, staring into the empty space behind him, his hand coming up to his neck where he could have sworn he’d felt someone’s breath.

“What the hell-” He took two steps back, away from the open door, jumping when his foot collided with the offering bowl, knocking it over with a clatter that rang loud in the silence.

No, not silence. There was whispering, still. Constant, so quiet as to be indistinct, but if Dean strained his ears he could just hear it.

“Cas?” He called out, shaky. “Do you hear…”

His voice died in his throat as he turned and caught sight of the man again, silhouetted against that strange mural, a jarring gap in the twisting symbols that seemed to draw them in, they curled towards him, writhing on the wall as the room darkened, the shadows pulling in and the whispers getting louder until he could make out the shape of words-

Come home.

Dean’s pulse pounded in his ears, a drumbeat to accompany the chant. Come home, come home, come home to me. In front of the wall of writhing shadows, Cas started to turn, and something in Dean quailed, knowing he wasn’t prepared, wasn’t ready, but stuck in place all the same by his wanting.

Come home to the Mother.

Coming in October as part of the @deancashorrorfest!

[scatteredthoughts2]

The Homecoming.

The train pulls into Mullingar,

And I wipe away a tear,

It's my first time home in many years,

And no one knows I'm here.

The station looks the same,

But it's still a lonesome place:

It brings back a stab of pain,

Of when I last kissed your sweet face.

I walk up to the Green Bridge,

And look up towards Patrick Street,

I see Clarke's Bar on the left,

Where our family used to meet.

I look down on Dominick Street,

Through the blowing, swirling snow,

And though I know the town so well,

I don't know which way to go.

I go into Days Bazaar,

For a coffee and a scone,

It was the book shop that I loved,

The last time I was home.

And from my table by the window,

I watch the crowds go by,

Searching every face,

Hoping some will catch my eye.

But who's that in the Market Square?

With microphone in hand,

Joe Dolan sings out loud,

With his ghostly Drifters Band.

The Greville Arms I enter,

And my heart lifts up with joy,

For the first one there to greet me,

Is my old friend " Nodger Boyle ".

Nodger fills me in on the lost years,

When last I was at home,

We share a laugh and we share some tears,

And, when he leaves , I'm all alone.

All alone with just my thoughts,

All alone; there's only me,

All that's left for me are ghosts;

All my loved ones in the cemetery.

I leave and walk back to the station,

Wondering why I came back home,

Was I dreaming someone would be waiting,

That I would not be on my own.

The train pulls in and I take a seat,

And I leave Mullingar behind,

It was only ghosts that I came to meet;

Only ghosts that I could find.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

[calder]

my model artist has packaged the following content for yall to play with!

-2 sets of customized black ranger armor -9 variants of hatchet's angel mantle (3 elevation levels, with black/white wings or wingless) -wise plague doctor mask (unenchanted) -hatchet's mask (godmode, adds player to all factions, permanent quest item) -enchanted variants mixing mask, halo, and jewelry -Questbreaker, an Appalachian cultist dagger -giant easy pete hat -FNC dreadhawk (usable with Hair Patcher)

some of these items can be found on Easy Pete, the Lonesome Drifter, and an impervious Hatchet NPC found just within the Divide, but i recommend acquiring them with itembrowser. the quest items can be removed with quest item untagger.

Merry Christmas!

[wolfepirat3]

Okay i like... just realized that ive literally never expanded on my love for westerns besides the copious amounts of references in my fic and the one picture of all my westerns...

So heres a list of all the westerns in my collection (plus my favorites, ill mark them with a *)

Shows

Gunsmoke (seasons 1-5)

Laramie (seasons 1-4)*

Wanted: Dead or Alive

Lonesome Dove The Series

Magnificent Seven 1998 (season 1-2)*

Rawhide (season 1)

Shane 1966*

Lonesome Dove (miniseries)

Return to Lonesome Dove (miniseries)

Sugarfoot (season 1-4)

Alias: Smith and Jones (season 1-3)

The Adventures of Brisco County Jr.*

Whispering Smith

Movies

Streets of Laredo

Dead Man's Walk

The Magnificent Seven 1960*

The Magnificent Seven 2015

Tombstone*

Young Guns*

Young Guns II*

A Fistful of Dollars

For A Few Dollars More

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Pale Rider

Hang 'Em High

High Plains Drifter

The Outlaw Josey Wales

3:10 to Yuma 2007*

Shane 1952*

Once Upon A Time in The West*

Evil Roy Slade

Dead Man*

Books

Appaloosa

Brimstone

Shane*

Blood, Guts, and Glory

Saddle by Starlight

The Gunslinger

Lonesome Dove*

Comanche Moon

Dead Man's Walk

Streets of Laredo

The Big Sky*

The Way West

Seven Ox Seven Part One, Escondido Bound

The Tall Stranger

Kilkenny

Hondo

Showdown at Yellow Butte

The Virginian*

Miscellaneous

Adventures of the Old West (docuseries)

Outlaws & Gunslingers (docuseries)

Legends of The Old West (docuseries)

The Classic TV Western Collection (40 misc. episodes)

TV Western Collection (27 misc. episodes)

Western Collection (8 misc. movies)

The Wild Wild West the Series (book)

The Hollywood Western (book)

A Pictorial History of Westerns (book)*

Please please please ask me about any of them if you like any please!!

Those are all of the physical westerns i have, but there are plenty more i love but havent gotten my hands on yet!

[ask-the-lone-drifter]

the other snorted, listening to him try to protest, while he does believe him at the first part, the moment he saw him chuckle he knew it was him "yes but even Mike has a good poker face at times." he says, humming as he crossed his arms "i got my eye on you, mister krabs" oh- oh he just made a freaking pun.

Crabs?

“Alexei I swear to god if this is you—“