(( I’m still alive! Just been busy, sorry folks. ))

anne--bonny whispered: alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright

deadmos:

alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright

now ladies. 

wastelanddirtbags:

ghoulifiedheart:

wastelanddirtbags:

Give her one of those robodogs that waddle around and dont do much! Or a roboraptor. IT COUNTS

[[ iM TALKING ABOUT MODERN AU GOOF actualy i should have specified that

omfg lottie with a roboraptor though ]]

Like when these AIBO dogs were a big thing

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And you can get the roboraptors at Toys R US

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You can put it on free roam mode. One of these scared a child before cause they let it waddle and bite at things around the electronic store.

[[ OH OMG THOSE THINGS im so dumb i just thought about like. rex.

omfg. those would be so perfect. she’d bring the raptor to charlie’s and just let it roam around the whole time ]]

#noregrets ))

(( I need to draw Mary more, but.. Laziness. ))

ghoulifiedheart whispered: Tom sits on his brahmin and stares at the girl riding a real, live horse. He shakes is head as if trying to shake a mirage. "You got a horse." The ghoul cowboy utters in disbelief.

ghoulifiedheart:

aint-a-saint:

Mary tipped her hat at the other riding his brahmin. Instantly she felt a wave of superiority wash over her. “I do. Ain’t he a beaut?” Giving a little pat to the horse’s neck. Careful to avoid touching the irradiated sores.

"I reckon it’s quite the find now’a’days, eh?"

"Yeah. Didn’t know they were still around. Only saw them on Holotapes." Toms hands on his reigns tighten a bit. "Never saw one in real life till now. I had to settle for….other modes of transport." He grinds his teeth, feeling jealous of the other cowpoke.

However, the sight of the horse didn’t seen to effect Greg the brahmins sense of self beauty. The cow raises its heads up higher a bit and shakes them both. Almost as if trying to hold itself higher than the horse. 

Mary let out a hearty chuckle. “I reckon it was the same for me when I was just a lil’ thing. Before my Ma and Pa passed away I found this babe. Maybe it’s fate, if ‘ya believe in that.”

The woman clicked her tongue, and the horse walked its way over to Tom and Greg. TB didn’t really seem to mind being next to the brahmin, he actually let out a whinny of approval. Perhaps even spooking the two in the process.

It was a foreign sound after all.

"Yer native, aren’t’cha?"

ghoulifiedheart whispered: Tom sits on his brahmin and stares at the girl riding a real, live horse. He shakes is head as if trying to shake a mirage. "You got a horse." The ghoul cowboy utters in disbelief.

Mary tipped her hat at the other riding his brahmin. Instantly she felt a wave of superiority wash over her. “I do. Ain’t he a beaut?” Giving a little pat to the horse’s neck. Careful to avoid touching the irradiated sores.

"I reckon it’s quite the find now’a’days, eh?"

forsakenlullaby:

aint-a-saint:

"Naw, darlin’. Just eheh.. a wee bit tipsy."

Oh. Well, do me a favor and keep it to yourself. Me and alcohol don’t exactly get along these days, not that we ever did.

…Do. Do you need help getting somewhere or something. I’d love to leave you at the mercy of the wasteland like this, but something tells me maybe I shouldn’t.

"Eheh.. Maybe to a bed errsomethin’. I reckon I ain’t too good to be trippin’ over my feet. ‘Ya think you could help this ol’ gal out? ..If you ain’t busy figurin’ out if you wanna leave me to the geckos."

Quite Contrary [Mary | Mac]

macnpen:

Rivet City had a tendency to be a bit suffocating. It was huge, it was imposing, but a lot of it was narrow walkways, dark lighting, and stale air. This was right up some people’s alleys. It wasn’t up Mac’s.

He never ventured far, but he tried to get out of the City with his feet on Wasteland ground, a couple times a week, more if he could. Just to breathe some fresh air.

Mac was sat on the river bank, shoes off and feet in the irradiated water, wind on his face, when he heard it. He turned, looking up the hill towards where he knew there was a frequent supermutant nest. His eyes caught onto the newcomer, narrowing suspiciously. "Can I help you?" he called up, pulling his feet out and rising. He pointed back up at the towering ship behind him. "No funny business, mind. We’re within shooting distance of the ship."

Mary quirked a brow at the man whom just jumped to hostility. “Hold on their pardner. ‘m just a drifter from outta town.” With a pause, the woman let loose a sharp whistle and down came trotting an irradiated glory.. Or also known as a horse.

The beast settled behind Mary and seemed content with just standing near her. For whatever reason, he was off on his own. Nothing to really note though..

"Know anywhere a country gal can git some work?" Tipping her hat in the direction of Mac, Mary revealed those pearly whites in a grin. "I reckon I didn’t come all the way out here to come home empty handed."

gambitprince:

aint-a-saint:

Tapping the side of her hip, her brow raising at his attire. Checkered suit. That wasn’t a style that Mary can appreciate, frankly it was obnoxious to her if anything.

He must have been a strip owner.

"You wouldn’t happen t’ be one of them fat cats, would ‘ya?" The woman kept her temper in check. Just recently she had issues getting into the strip, let alone meet with someone whom owned a portion of it.

Mary hoped she was wrong.

"Maybe I am, maybe ‘m not. Depends on what’cha mean by that."

He knows, well, has a faint idea, of what the woman meant, but hey. Wouldn’t hurt to double-check, right? And besides, if she says something negative, he can lie that he isn’t “one of those types” easily.

"I reckon it was a Hell of a time gettin’ on t’ the strip. Let alone dealin’ with y’all’s  security and snark. Like no one ever seen a country girl in Vegas."

Mary snorted tersely and rolled her shoulders. The reply was hardly straight. ‘Maybe I am, Maybe ‘m not.’ Gave way to Mary being suspicious of foul play. She was dense, but not that dense.

"Don’t suppose that’ you’d like bettin’ games, would ‘ya?"

disturb3dblad3r whispered: Marcus stood outside one of the bars in Freeside stroking the horse and feeding it water from a bowl he had picked up. Marcus walked around the horse keeping one hand on the horse at all times. He was absolutely fascinated by the creature.

disturb3dblad3r:

aint-a-saint:

 

aint-a-saint:

Mary was on her way back to TB, a bit miffed with the lack of work she picked up. But—what could be done when there was nothing to be done, right? Turning to corner, she spotted the man by her horse and almost spit nickles.

“‘Ey!” Mary shouted, jogging up to him and smacking his hand off of the equine. “Keep her grubby paws off ‘im. I won’t tell you twice.” 

"So is that a yes?" Marcus was confused. "Well I’m going to ambush them near Novac so you’re welcome to join there or come with me. I don’t think it’s wise to bring your horse though." Marcus tried offering his advice as he pulled his arm across his body, looking at his Pip-boy and marking a location near Novac. He looked up and pulled his combat shotgun around into both his arms. "You ready to go?" Marcus asked walking to the gate to the Wasteland.

"You were gonna ambush them yerself? You must be crazier than a chicken in a pickle barrel for thinkin’ you can do that." Regardless, Mary seemed to be going along with the plan. Her weapons were sheathed and short-cut boots given a little click against the dust.. Ready to take on Legion miscreants.

 ”Ready when you are, darlin’.” The woman grinned, giving a little tip of her hat. 

"Well there’s a reason that I’m one of the most hated enemies of the Legion. I do this kind of thing whenever I can. Usually have a friend with me though." Marcus continued walking. "You see it’s all about location and preparation." He explained, "I’m choosing to do it outside Novac because I know they have a sniper posted in the Dino so hopefully he can take a couple out. The cliffs and rocks make perfect ambush points and, of course, they only send four recruits and one Legionnaire to protect them. It’s all they need to scare off the usual Wastelander."

They reached Novac. Marcus turned to Mary, “I’m going to go talk to the sniper. I wan’t you to take these Mine and lay them across the road just past the bridge. Then go hide up on the bridge. I’ll join you in a bit, okay?” Marcus pointed to the bridge in front of the dino and walked off into Novac and the giant dino.

Mary nodded along, not paying too much to the details. All she could hear was ‘shoot, kill, legion’. And that was more than enough for her. When there were poor families shipped into slavery, Mary would make sure to put an extra bullet in those bastards for them.

"What’re we waitin’ for? I reckon we best get goin’, don’t wanna miss our cue." Before they started off, she wrangled in TB and hopped up in his saddle. "Faster than foot." Offering her hand to him, she grinned. "We’ll leave ‘im back somewhere safe, but I don’t walk."

Marcus unsteadily got on the horse. When they got to Novac Marcus gave Mary the mine and went to talk with the sniper. The pair then hid behind the side barrier on the bridge. Waiting for the Caravan. Hours went by without anything happening. Just as Marcus’ concentration started to laps he spotted it. The Caravan. Four recruits and one Legionnaire, just as Marcus predicted. They quickly ran to the other side of the bridge, where they has set the mines down the road underneath. A sudden explosion as a Recruit blew off his leg. A shot from Boone, the sniper in the Dino, killed the fallen Recruit. Marcus stood tall and aimed at the Caravan. From this vantage point the pair could see all of the Legion in the Caravan. Marcus took aim with his combat shotgun and domed another Recruit, sending the decapitated body flying onto another mine, which exploded one of the Brahmin which was carrying some supplies.

Mary couldn’t help but grin at the growing action. Yeeehaw! It was a barrel of fun watching those Legion scum fall one after another like a row of dominoes. Peeking up from her position, she fired off about three shots from her revolver. The bullets connecting with one of the explosives and sending a few poor saps flying to the wind.

By the time they had caught wind of exactly what was going on and beginning to mobilize to counter strike.

"Looks like we should play a bit more careful." Mary mumbled, reloading her revolver.