#thou shalt get sidetracked

[wild-saber1337]

THE WASTELANDS GOLDEN RULE XD

As a person that gets distracted by side quests this is 1000% true XD

[myriadxofxmuses]

What ethereal vibe do you give off?

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Ivy

Greek mythology entity

(a hush falls over the crowd just by the mere mention of your name. you've been around, you've done and seen it all, and you're still thirsty for knowledge and power. your conquests are heard of all around the world, especially how great you look in leather pants. seriously no one's managed to pull this look off, props to you)

Ethan

mysterious bookstore owner

(your bookstore/tea garden/cafe is a haven for many who were lucky enough to stumble across your (very well) hidden store. you may or may not be a very powerful immortal who now lives a quiet life. you share a likeness to someone in a photo hung up on your wall that was taken in 1902, but no one's really questioned it yet. only your most loyal customers are privy to your colourful past. oh the scandal and mystery of it all)

Liam (no FC yet)/Cooper

300 year old vampire

(you've lived through the 80s- you're pretty sure you've seen it all. wandering around the world aimlessly, you're kinda tired of everyone gawking at your otherworldly, dark beauty every time you round a corner, so you tend to leave humans alone. and yet you feel the need to use your wisdom and guide those who are lost in the world. you're pretty chill but also will bust a tear at the mere sight of a sunrise or sunset)

Lucy

woodland fairy

(so heartbreakingly selfless, it's enchanting to everyone around you, especially strangers. you are loved, adored, by everyone who gets to know you well and gets to call you their friend. sprinkle a little pixie dust on your loaf of bread and have a heavenly day you lovely creature)

[static-horrors]

“Thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time.” so true, babe, so fucking true.

[myriadxofxmuses]

"Cooper. My name is Cooper. Ghoul is what I am now," he corrected, turning on his stool to face him. "And Daisy will say anything to get people talking. It tends to get boring after a few hundred years," he added mostly to himself.

He got up and readied to head over to the Hotel Rexford, their lodging for the night. Cooper was exhausted. He may have been mostly immortal after the radiation poisoning, but that didn't mean he never tired. The wastes were beyond tiring. Even with his vast knowledge of them.

"Finish off your drink," he instructed with a point at the glass. "It's The Rexford tonight and then off back to the wild tomorrow," he added, putting his hat back on. "And we ain't sharin' a room," he went on before giving his goodbyes to the regulars and heading out.

"Marowski. Clair," he said in greeting to the proprietors of the hotel. "Two rooms," he added, holding up two fingers. He tossed the caps their way, taking the keys and leading John up to his room. "We leave at first light," he told him, handing over the key. "Night," he went on just before taking his leave and heading to his own room for the night.

Cooper huffed over the rim of his glass, side-eyeing him as he drank. "There's a lot above ground you ain't seen yet," he mumbled before taking a drink.

He sucked the remnants of liquor from his lips and nodded gently. Ever since the bombs fell and he'd been mutated by the fallout Cooper had seen it all. Nothing surprised him anymore and he'd long ago given up dwelling on what was. And God had he tried to revive the glory days. But none of it was coming back.

Cooper nearly let out an audible laugh when John made his drink order. "Milk? What are you a Brahman?" he asked rhetorically. "It's a bar. They have liqour and if you're lucky a few bottles of water. Clean water," he told him. "Have a real drink. You're gonna need it," he added, motioning for Charlie to come over. "Scotch rocks," he ordered for his temporary ally - omitting the clarification of rocks meaning ice.

The bartending Mr. Handy left to make the drink, returning and serving John a glass filled with rocks and amber liquid. "Cheers," Cooper said with a chuckle, raising his glass and taking a drink.

"The one and only," he admitted, although he wasn't exactly keen on reminiscing. That life was dead and gone. He hadn't been that man in over a century. "Daisy?" he asked, another huff of a laugh falling from him as he described her. "Ghouls," he corrected. "We're called ghouls and she says a lot of things. Gossip is her favored past time, so don't put a lot of faith in what she tells you," he continued only half lying. "And no. You're not the first Vault dweller I've traveled with. I had a girl pop up awhile back and she was just as naive as you. Without me she would have died out there. Seems like you need the same guidance, so trusting me is a risk you're going to have to take," he finished, downing his Scotch.

[javafueledcreation]

Thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time.

This was my bullshit for after-work fun, at least for a while. I created the Cooper pattern first and loved it so much, I just had to do one for the Ghoul. In case you aren't picking up on the influence, these were inspired by the fabric and wallpaper patterns of the mid-century, specifically those around cowboys. I love creating repeating patterns and those have always been fascinating. I also got to play around with some amazing color palettes thanks to a big set of photos of the Arizona desert.

[hysterialevi]

"Thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time."

[rebelliousstories]

Peachy

Relationship: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x Reader

Fandom: Fallout

Request: No

Warnings: Strong Language, Brief Violence, Suggestive Themes

Word Count: 1,785

Main Masterlist: Here

Fallout Masterlist: Here

Part Two: Pretty as a Peach

Summary: Lucy gets a front row seat to the strange happenings in the Wasteland.

It should be a crime for the day to be this hot. With the sun beating down, it felt like she was going to die rather imminently. But that Ghoul behind her back kept marching her forward whenever she tried to drop. It was not until they made it to some abandoned, two-story building, that the duo was finally able to be granted a moment’s reprieve.

“Sit down Vaultie.” The Ghoul demanded, leading the woman to sit against the worn out walls and dimpled stone. The cool rock felt blessed beneath her body. Even through her Vault-Tech suit insulated her against a lot of the extreme weather, enough was able to slip through for her to begin to cool down.

“That’s a girl. Stayin’ the night here, but I wouldn’ go wanderin’ after dark. A lotta things worse than a ghoul round here.” He spoke once more, starting to gather carve himself a little spot where he could rest.

“Where are we?” Lucy finally asked, voice rasped with dehydration and exhaustion. However, the man did not answer. He simply stretched out his long limbs, and placed his hat over his eyes in an attempt to get some sleep.

“Where are we?” She pleaded once more, to which the Ghoul was not sympathetic to.

“Hey!” Yelling now, the Ghoul picked his hat up from his eyes and set it back on his head while looking at the girl he held.

“Now, am I gonna have to cut out that tongue in order to get some peace and quiet?” Lucy was taken aback, and could not quite tell if he was joking or not. Taking his moment of silence, the man swept his hat over his eyes once more; but it did not last long. The clattering of something nearby caught the attention of the vault dweller, and surface dweller. With a heaving groan, the Ghoul stood back up, placed his hat on his head, and looked around. Lucy also tried to look, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary for the surface.

“Thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time.” He muttered under his breath. Spurs clicked as he walked around and took inventory. But the clattering of a can behind him made the Ghoul pull his pistol and aim. There was nothing behind him, though. Lucy watched intently as the man surveyed his surroundings, and was just a beat too late to warn him about the shadowy figure to his back.

“Behind you!” The Ghoul did not have time to fire off a round. The figure jumped on his back, and locked on. He tried to swivel the creature off, but to no avail. Dropping to a knee, the Ghoul threw his assailant off of hm and on to the ground below. Whoever it was, they were fast. Reaching a leg up, the person managed to get him in a headlock with their legs, and rolled them around until they emerged on top. Pinning his hands down with both of theirs, the attacker shimmied out of the mask covering the bottom half of their face. It was a woman; a really pretty one at that.

“Hiya, Coop.” She teased, switching to a one handed hold on his wrists to snatch his hat off of his head. The piece of clothing was set upon her own head as a lazy smirk was pulled from his face.

“Well, if it ain’t my darling little peach.” He drawled. Once her other hand came down to rest on his wrists again, he switched their placements in the blink of an eye. Now, both of her wrists were in one of his, while his other came to rest behind her head. Cooper bucked the young woman up and off, spinning them around to pin her t the floor.

“Careful with that tone, Ghoul. Someone might think you missed me.” Once again, she was teasing. She spread her legs a little wider to accommodate him, and trailed one of them up to rest along his back. In turn, Cooper leaned down to get right up close to her face.

“Aww, we wouldn’t want that. Now would we, peaches?” A wicked smile decorated his face that she mirrored, and it seemed they were both trapped in their own little world for a time.

“How can you like him like that?” A high, feminine voice broke them free of their trance. Both Wastelanders looked over to the vault dweller with a mix of annoyance, confusion, and upset over being interrupted.

“Hope you’re not thinking of replacing me with that.” The woman, still pinned underneath the Ghoul, spoke. Her words did not sound as harsh as they should have; perhaps it was the smile that still plagued the woman’s face that offered her a softer edge that the usual surface dwellers Lucy had met thus far.

“Believe me, peach. Ain’t nothin’ able to replace you.” Cooper groaned out, letting the woman come to to sit and observe the woman before them.

“Ooo. You got yourself a Vaultie? You know how much they go for?” The woman asked, watching Lucy’s eyes widen in shock and horror. As much as she wanted to keep it going, the woman began laughing as she saw the expression on the vault dweller’s face.

“Nah, ‘m just messing with you. I ain’t got no clue how much y’all are worth. Probably a lot though. Whatcha doin’ travelin’ with this bag o’ bones?” Being friendly was confusing yet refreshing to Lucy, even as the mysterious woman remained tangled up in Cooper’s arms.

“Oh,” Lucy perked up, “well, I’m looking for my father. It’s a really long story but you are by far the nicest person I have met on the surface. My name is Lucy, and you are?” She rattled off, unable to contain her nerves or speech.

“Honestly, it’s been so long since I’ve used my real name, I’ve nearly forgotten it. He calls me peach or some variation of it so-” squeaking out, the woman turned to see that Cooper had pinched her side hard in a warning.

“Okay. Not allowed to call me that then.” She supplied her real name afterwards, and saw the vault dweller before her visibly relax.

“Now that that’s out of the way, I bring gifts.” Untangling herself from the Ghoul, she made her way to where her bag was dropped. Lucy guessed that was what they heard falling before the ‘fight’ broke out. She pulled out a few cans of food, presumably, and tossed them to Cooper, however one of the cans was tossed towards Lucy. Reading the front of the label, she took not that it was a Vault-Tech brand of pie filling.

“Sugar, you shouldn’t have.” Cooper drawled, gratefully taking the jerky and chems that were provided.

“Well, figured you’d want a little gift for all your troubles.” Effortlessly, she just kept emptying her bags. Right when you think she is done, she would pull out more from the same place. It was, honestly, a wonder.

“One last thing. Just for us tonight.” Holding a can in her hands, she pulled a knife from her belt to begin cracking it open. The label was long since gone from it, but that didn’t stop them from eagerly tearing into it. Once she was close enough, she sat down and allowed Cooper to take it from her hands. He finished the job of getting the lid off of the can, and let delight take over his scarred features.

“Now, where’d you find this, peach?” He asked, letting her tuck herself under his arm to get closer.

“Trader I went to had a whole shipment of them Georgia. Well, what’s left of it. Anyways, you should be thankful I managed to get some. That one can cost me two hundred and fifty caps.” While his eyes did not bug out of his skull, his brow area did raise considerably when he heard the price.

“Careful, peach. Someone might think you like me.” Cooper stabbed a thick, juicy slice and brought it up to the woman’s lips to let her take a bite off, before bringing the other half of the slice to his own lips. A sinful groan was released from the both of them as they allowed the sugary sweet fruit to explode. It was a taste that Cooper was not sure if he would ever taste again after the bombs destroyed the world as he knew it.

“Is that peach? Is that what it’s supposed to taste like?” She asked, hoping sh had gotten it right. The Ghoul stabbed yet another slice and repeated the process from before as he watched the woman intensely.

“Yep. That is the sweet taste of peach, alright.” With how he was staring at her, the woman was not sure that he was talking about the fruit anymore. They continued to swap the fruit back and forth as they finished the can. When it got down to the juices, she pushed the can closer to him, encouraging him to take the drink. And he did; but that was not the end of it. As he drank down the last gulp of juices from the can, Cooper grabbed her chin, pressed his lips to hers, and pushed some of the liquid into her mouth instead. She chased the taste on his lips once she had taken her drink, and let herself get lost in the moment. He pawed at the layers covering her body, but the sound of Lucy finishing her can brought them out.

“I don’t feel like having an audience tonight, cowpoke.” She whispered, breathless, against his face. The hat was still set atop her head, and it was not going to be leaving anytime soon. A yawn tore through the woman in his arms, before being caught by Lucy against the stone.

“Really startin’ to get pissed at this Vaultie, peaches.” He whispered back, pressing another kiss to her lips, before returning to their previous position.

“Get some shut eye. We leave at day break.” Cooper said with a definitive tone, leaning his head back against the wall in an effort to sleep. The woman below him cuddled herself into his chest and drifted off to sleep without a worry of being attacked in her sleep. Lucy was the last one to close her eyes, but not the last one to fall asleep. Her mind raced with questions she wished she could ask, but thought better of not asking. Hoping that the mystery woman was there in the morning, the vault dweller and surface dwellers found themselves in the land of dreams before long, hoping and trying to survive till the next sunset.

[littleapocalypsekitten]

"Thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamed time." Never have I seen video game sidequests summed up so well!

[oliviarampaige]

“Radscorpion”

Day 21 - Zodiac

“Thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time.”

[vertyd]

Thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time

[tinkerbitch69]

First rule of the wasteland: ‘thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit all the time’

Oh yeah. These writers know their stuff. 😏

[lunememes]

🌙 * ― 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐓 ( a collection of sentence starters from season one of amazon's fallout show. feel free to adjust the wording and pronouns as needed! do not add to the list. )

❛  and in that respect, he could be a cannibal or just like, crammed full of tumours. ❜ ❛  flesh is weak but steel endures. ❜ ❛  unless you know what to find and preserve, you're more useful as a corpse. ❜ ❛  how do we know they're not feral? ❜ ❛  well what makes you think i give a good goddamn about that? ❜ ❛  well what the fuck would you know 'bout where i'm from? ❜ ❛  but for me, well, i do this shit for the love of the game. ❜ ❛  you come from a place of rules, of laws. this place is indifferent to all of that. ❜ ❛  question is, will you still want the same things when you have become a different animal altogether? ❜ ❛  you earn the suit through acts of bravery. this is an act of bravery. ❜ ❛  and i'm telling you you're gonna go through a whole lot worse if you stay 'round here. trust me. ❜ ❛  clean hair. nice teeth. and all ten fingers. must be nice. ❜ ❛  the vaults were nothing more than a hole in the ground for rich folks to hide in while the rest of the world burned. ❜ ❛  you know your kind ain't welcome here. ❜ ❛  you gotta be fucking kidding me. ❜ ❛  you'll be lucky if you can make it to fucking breakfast. ❜ ❛  i'm sorry for yellin', been shot in the leg. ❜ ❛  do you have anyone else you can trust in this town? ❜ ❛  do i really have to kill him? ❜ ❛  well, if you like the taste of lavender, why not just drink a bottle of perfume? ❜ ❛  that's the worst thing i've ever put in my mouth. that's horrible. ❜ ❛  do unto others as you would have done unto you. ❜ ❛  thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time. ❜ ❛  water water everywhere, and not a drop to drink. ❜ ❛  where do you think you're going? you ain't going nowhere. ❜ ❛  there you are, you little killer. ❜ ❛  no! what a disgusting idea. i'm simply going to harvest your organs. ❜ ❛  i may end up looking like you, but i'll never be like you. ❜ ❛  i really wanna believe you but practically every person i've met up here has tried to kill me. ❜ ❛  listen, hey. you don't get this medicine, you're gonna pass out, okay? and if you lose consciousness, we're both gonna die. ❜ ❛  i've seen these in old engineering manuals but never in real life. ❜ ❛  now, seeing as everyone on earth seems to be after that thing, i'm guessing that's what you're looking for too? ❜ ❛  and you could've killed me when i collapsed back there and you didn't. ❜ ❛  i get that trust doesn't come easily up here. but you can trust me. ❜ ❛  i hate it up here. ❜ ❛  the things i'm willing to do for you never cease to amaze me. ❜ ❛  hey, hey, hey. come here. i'm sorry. i know you always try to do the right thing. that's what i love about you. ❜ ❛  trust doesn't come easily to those of us with a guilty conscience. ❜ ❛  in my experience, the apple tends not to fall too far from the tree. is that true in your case? ❜ ❛  these people are hiding something from us, and i'm gonna prove it to you, okay? ❜ ❛  there's always some new little faction, ain't there? brand new team of believers with their own dumbass ideas about how they gonna save the world. ❜ ❛  so what d'you think [name]? am i really walking out of here today, or are you gonna try and draw on me for what i did? ❜ ❛  a good bad guy doesn't see themselves as the bad guy. ❜ ❛  and yet power is taken, not given. a lesson you seem to have learned. ❜ ❛  war never changes. ❜ ❛  you look out at this wasteland, looks like chaos. but there's always somebody behind the wheel. and that's who i wanna talk to. ❜ ❛  maybe you can stop them. maybe you can't. maybe all you can do is try. ❜

[myriadxofxmuses]

"Do you know where I can find water?" ( @homelander-rp-blog for your Cooper!!)

@homelander-rp-blog

Cooper eyed the man silently a moment. He had water. Not a lot, but enough. He could help him. He could give him a drink or two. Build a bridge of mutual aid that was immensely helpful out in the Wastes. He could completely change the way he did things and try to be the Cooper Howard from before the bombs fell.

Then again, he was suddenly incredibly thirsty.

He pulled a flask from his pocket and drank the last of the water, sucking the last bits from his lips as he closed it back up and returned it to his pocket. "Afraid I'm all out," he told him unapologetically.

[tith]

“Thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time” is great honestly

[myriadxofxmuses]

He nodded silently, pulling his hat over his face and leaning back in his chair. Cooper was tired of always being the one to save the day. He wasn't a hero. He was just a guy trying to live his life. It hadn't been his fault that so many people ended up relying on him and good old, reliable Lucy, his trusty Colt navy revolver.

"Key word once," he mumbled from under his hat as John went on. He let him finishing whining before finally removing his temporary face shield and sat back up. "You done?" he asked with irritation, although John's predicament tugged at what was left of his heartstrings.

He eyed him silently, mulling over the very real possibility that he was in fact going to help out the town and it's desperate sheriff. But he enjoyed watching him squirm. Just a little. Cooper rose from his chair with a sigh and crossed the room to John. "Alright. Fine. I'll help. But it's gonna cost you. My services ain't cheap," he finally agreed.

That sounds like a you problem. (From cooper - @myriadxofxmuses )

"wait- the hell that means?! are you retired now? so what , you're going to sit back, twiddle your thumbs and wait for when either me or those outlaws win?" John sounds frustrated, from all people, he hoped Cooper at least would help him with the problem "come on, Howard.. you were a real famous gunslinger once. I just- look if I wasn't desperate, I wouldn't come here at all! but it's only me left here and this town needs protection until marshal's help arrives! it's only me, you and bunch of ranchers knowing how to use a gun!" he rolls his eyes "and lets be honest, those rancher don't even know how to handle it properly like you do, hm?! I'm alone! and I need help! here, I said it! will you help me now please?" their town is the last place before mexico borders and it takes days for any help to be here before Del Lobo and his gang raid the town.. as the sheriff of this place, he has to do something and it's why he came knocking on Howard's door.. though his all instinct tell him to just run away..

[ghuleh-art]

The Ghoul~

“Thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time.”