Day 7: Free Day
Had no idea what to draw, so i did something silly instead!
Moira Brown to Danielle
Jericho to Danielle
Fawkes and Danielle
Chief Gustavo and Theadora
Quincy to Theadora, referring to Mr. Burke
Theadora and Mr. Burke
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made the mistake of looking stuff up abt fallout season 2 bc i hated the writing and expected people to be talking about that but found some fuckass message board w a collection of gamers saying it was “woke slop” and the entire series was woke ?? and im so confused ?? i feel like conservatives have become more and more sensitive than they already were. like what r they even referencing? that there’s a nonbinary side character who they never even rly address the gender of? there’s a black character and a woman but that’s very normal in tv shows i fear??
and even complaining about a show having political undertones based off of a game that’s extremely political is nuts bro. like is that what they’re referring to? the plot of the games that they’re continuing in the show??
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Eden
Fallout OC Week
Day 7: Free Day [Nuclear Family Edition]
No way to make the pain play fair
It doesn’t disappear just because you say it isn’t there, so
When they ask why’d she go you can say ‘cause
Life in Eden
Life in Eden changed
Revelation - Chapter 18 - fablewritesnonsense - Fallout 3 [Archive of Our Own]
In which i was playing the games for inspiration and recieved it in the unexpected form of an enclave checkpoint right outside vault 101 after “Trouble on the Homefront” so instead of a one-off I finally wrote a 4k chapter to cover the quest and began Blair’s post-orphan character arc and decided to post that!
[[MORE]]As shamless self promotion i mostly post OC work so if anybody is interested I have a whole series from my Nuclear Family universe that delves into them and I almost always find a way to sneak more OCs into the main story.
I have “Nuclesr Family” which is the main body of my OCs, my version of fo4 with my own world building thrown into places there were gaps or where i felt the cannon had failed, and from which the Ten Years Later short from day 1 stems from, its over 370k and finished and introduces basicslly everybody i wrote for this week. Its my baby and quite possibly my magnum opus to this point. I loved it and the characters so much that i couldn’t let them go and so i also have “What Comes After” which is all vibes no plot beyond following them through quests and character arcs that didnt happen in the main body.
Im working on a Nuka-World fic called “If You Have Ghosts” with Asher and Temperence from days 5 and 6. It stalled out last year because of life but I’m getting close to being able to play through it again in a new save so i might get more inspiration.
And then there is of course “Revelation” my lone wanderer fic which is flashes of my Lone Wanderer (featured day 4) during the fo3 events as well as about fifteen years down the road after the last chapter of NF where Blair and Butch are telling their daughter about what Blair went through.
“But Fable, what about Tea from day 3?” You probably havent asked. My courser courier Tea will get her own fic already titled “Wildcard” with a few moments written up already, however I have yet to make any meaningful progress in playing New Vegas because the game is buggy as hell and has crashed on me more times in the 40-60 hours ive played it than fo4 has in the entire 1000+ hours ive llayed that. And about mmmmm 1/3 of my hours in NV are inside fucking repconn because my gsme crashed almost every time i left the building one day. Shes coming, im focussing on the games i know better.
And then of course because its the other big DLC, i do plan on doing a Far Harbor fic because my delightful chaos gremlin Gin is the younger sister of Nick Valentine so of course shes going there with her brother. Again, i havent played it all the way through. Focussing on what I know better right now.
Unrelated to NFVerse i also have Lost and Found which is a sosu/hancock/MacCready fic im working on. Bentley wasnt featured this week, they didnt really have anything for the prompts so NF was the primary feature.
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Fallout Gameplay of mine #6
Radier: “Would you just stand still?!?!
My lone wanderer: "Would you?”
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Oh my gosh, hi! What a pleasant surprise! Thank you so much for reaching out, I have no idea how to talk to people.
So, Atty (They/Him) is my Lone Wanderer! I’ve always been really into character creation, and I couldn’t resist going all in when I first started playing the game. They got ghoulified activating Project Purity and settled down in Underworld after the events of Fallout 3 and now they dedicate most of their time to expanding the territory and making the other ghouls’ lives more comfortable. Charon is their companion and they’re very codependent because he kind of carried them through their early wasteland experience. Fun fact, they’re asthmatic. It ain’t easy being wheezy.
I realized recently that I have hardly any feminine presenting characters, which is part of the reason I made Smudge (She/They). She’s my newest addition to my roster of many ghouls. She’s an artist who works with any paint she can find, but prefers spraypaint the most. She’s post war, and a former member of the brotherhood, having left for obvious reasons. She got ghoulified around 22. She and Atty are familiar with each other, Smudge is a Tunnel Snake a decade after the events of Fallout 3 and Atticus works closely with the Snakes. I will explain my post game headcanons around that if asked, but that’s kind of a lot. Not so fun fact, she got addicted to Buffout upon using it to self medicate for joint pain from a hip injury.
When I first played the original Fallout, I fell in love with Necropolis, which brings us to Arsenic (He/Him). Arsenic is pre-war and was a resident of Vault 12, thus making him a pre-war ghoul. He’s not familiar with Atty or Smudge, despite having slowly made his way to the East coast. He currently resides in the Commonwealth, in Sanctuary, and has never had the chance to visit the Capital Wasteland. He was once quite violent but has softened up over his years of wastelanding. Though, when he’s thoroughly irradiated, he’s prone to losing control. Fun fact, he has a smoothskin girlfriend named Peregrine!
I’m a big fan of Curly Fries and I have to ask, where did you come up with the idea for him? He’s such a unique and fascinating character. Sorry I can’t come up with any more questions, you have an impressively thorough rundown on him.
This was a fun little exercise in character creation, I really appreciate this ask!
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It’s been a while so here’s some more Fallout 3 highlights from my adventures
I finished the main storyline of the base game and have been running around exploring and doing side quests and having a blast! My current project has been collecting all the bobbleheads and I’m making good progress
Also I love the Animal Friend perk because now the yao guai are just big adorable pals <333
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Verikoira: Before I go out there … can you give me some advice?
Rufus: Stay away from da cars!
Korppikalliota: Stay the fuck away from the cars.
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Got more distracted this month than I thought I’d be 😭 posting lil Miss here!
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Fallout OC week - Day 5 : “OC x Canon”
Author’s note : Take three worlds that should never have collided, from three fallout games, and three women, all madly in love with the same ghoul.
This is my OC’s x Charon 😉
The Charon-Verse
Silence reigned in the room, disturbed only by Charon’s slow, steady breathing as he lay on the large bed, the rumpled sheets abandoned in disarray over his hips like the tatters of forgotten armor. In the flickering candlelight, his body seemed carved from bronze, a statue worn thin by radiation, a beast of war finally at rest, far from the blasts and the screaming. For one night, the scars rested, and the monster became a man.
Boudica burst into the room, her cleaver dangling from her belt. She froze for a moment to take him in from head to toe, a predatory but strangely soft smile flickering on her thin lips. She sat heavily on the edge of the mattress and, with a slow, almost hesitant gesture, reached out and brushed what remained of his hair with a gentleness jarring for a woman who lived only by the blade and the powder.
“Look at you…” she whispered, her raspy voice full of tenderness. “You’re so beautiful, big guy… Like a prime cut, thick and aged just right.” Her fingers slid along his cheek, as if gauging the texture of a rare piece of flesh. “A choice slab. The kind I’d keep behind a fuckin’ glass case, just for me. To stare at ‘til I’m ready to sink my teeth in.”
She tilted her head, her bright eye fixed on him, and her voice dropped, husky and thick with something heavy. “When you’re swingin’ that gun, when you’re layin’ into me…” She shook her head, a muffled laugh escaping her. “You’re like a prized slab of beef : marbled with scars, but melt-in-your-mouth tender.”
She leaned in close, whispering softly: “I’m never lettin’ you go, you hear me? Never.” Her features tightened, as if imagining someone could snatch what was hers. “You’re my main course, my only fuckin’ decent meal in a world rotten to the marrow. The only thing that stops me from blowin’ it all sky-high just to watch it bur…..OOOOH?”
She couldn’t finish her sentence, ripped from the bed and slammed against the wall in one fluid, brutal motion by a white-haired woman staring at her with emerald eyes burning with hate.
“Identify yourself!!” The young woman grabbed her by one of her harness straps, tossing her away from the mattress, and in a flash, leveled her laser rifle. “I forbid you from unauthorized contact with this individual!”
Boudica took the hit, but the growl that escaped her throat was anything but human. She didn’t even look at the barrel of the laser rifle pointed at her head; she only saw this intruder with old-woman hair who dared give her orders. She stood up straight, fingers tightening on the handle of her cleaver, a manic glint sweeping away any trace of tenderness in her gaze.
“Identify myself? Who the fuck do you think you’re talkin’ to, you bleached-out little bitch?” she screeched, shoving the armed woman’s shoulder with the palm of her hand. Artio, caught off guard, wavered on her fragile legs but held her ground. The raider glanced at the iron braces holding Artio’s legs and the iron bodice cradling the soldier’s body like a suit of dark bone.
“You forbid me what, you tin can? That’s my Charon! My meat, my contract, my fuckin’ life! Lower that laser pointer right now or I’ll gut you from chin to crotch. I’ll string your innards 'round the foot of his bed like goddamn tinsel!”
Artio didn’t flinch. The barrel of her laser rifle remained perfectly still, aligned with the savage’s forehead. A sneer of pure contempt marked the corner of her lips as she adjusted her grip.
“Your 'meat’?” she repeated with military coldness. “He is not your property, you degenerate! I am the primary signatory of his recruitment contract! It is to me that he owes obedience and protection, by legal deed and by loyalty!”
She stepped aside to better cover the ghoul’s body, her emerald gaze never leaving the savage’s crazed eyes for a second. “He has been with me for years. He is faithful to me. And he has proven it to me in many ways…” She paused, a hint of pride piercing through her soldier’s mask. “He secures pens for me! Notepads! We share a professional bond and a shorthand that your feral mind couldn’t possibly comprehend!”
Boudica let out a raspy laugh, a giggle that ended in a savage coughing fit. The soldier’s argument was completely grotesque.
“Pens? You’re bragging about goddamn stationery, you pathetic little girl?” she barked, pointing an accusing finger at Artio. She stepped forward, her face getting dangerously close to the rifle barrel, her eyes shining with manic superiority. “Me? He brings me teddy bears! Real ones, furry ones! The kind that scream like the damned if you leave 'em rotting in a corner!”
She stood tall, puffing out her chest like she was pinning a medal on herself. “And he humps 'em around for me, ya hear? Lugs my screamin’ fluffies in his pack when he could be haulin’ lead. That’s real fuckin’ devotion, tin can! He chokes down that racket just to see me grin! You can take your little pen and shove it right up your…”
A shadow suddenly appeared in the doorway, cutting Boudica’s tirade short. The newcomer stood still for a moment, observing the surreal scene with manifest incredulity: a raider in a trance screaming about teddy bears and an elite soldier ready to fire over a pen, all around the bed of her deeply sleeping ghoul.
Virgo stepped into the room, her eyes sliding from one to the other with a weariness tinged with cold amusement. “What is going on here?” she asked in a calm, too-soft voice. She crossed her arms over her chest, seemingly unimpressed by Artio’s laser rifle or Boudica’s bloodstained cleaver. Her gaze shifted briefly to Charon before returning to the two furies. “Will someone explain why you’re fighting over a man who, last I checked, belongs only to himself? And incidentally… to the one who shares his nights?”
Artio, noticing Virgo’s mechanical arm, let out a groan of indignation, her rifle trembling slightly with rage. “Shares his nights? With a hybrid? You are a biological deviation, a systemic error! His contract is in my hands, that is the only reality that matters!”
Boudica, for her part, spat on the floor, her bloodshot eyes fixed on V.
“Keep yappin’, cyborg! You think you can play us with that high-and-mighty act? He needs a real woman, with warm meat on her bones, not some high-end Fisto with a paint job!”
V took the insults with icy impassivity. She didn’t even uncross her arms, merely casting a disdainful look at the two women as a tiny, almost invisible smirk tugged at her lips. “I don’t care about your pens or your ridiculous teddy bears,” she finally announced. She stepped toward Charon’s combat shotgun leaning against the wall and nodded toward a small black shape dangling from the leather strap. “He wears my feather on his gun strap. He likes to look at it and touch it… just like he likes to do with me!!”
It was an explosion. The bickering quickly degenerated into a cacophony of threats and sudden movements. Artio swept the other two with the sight of her laser rifle, finger on the trigger, while Boudica swung her cleaver with a butcher’s fury. V, for her part, had drawn her nail-studded baseball bat, ready to shatter kneecaps at the first wrong move. Voices rose and intertwined in a din of screams and insults, shattering the room’s initial silence.
Suddenly, a low growl silenced the three furies, like a switch being flipped to OFF.
Charon opened his eyes. He didn’t jump, didn’t reach for his weapon; he merely stared at them one by one with a heavy gaze, clearly exhausted by his companions’ agitation.
“Shut up…” he growled, his voice vibrating with sleep and impatience. “I love all three of you. Now get in here, and be quiet.”
Weapons were laid down, rages extinguished. One by one, they slid into the large bed, finding their place against that massive frame that seemed able to absorb all the anger in the world.
Silence reigned in the room, disturbed only by Charon’s slow, steady breathing as he lay on the large bed, the rumpled sheets abandoned in disarray over his hips like the tatters of forgotten armor. In the flickering candlelight, his body seemed carved from bronze, a statue worn thin by radiation, a beast of war finally at rest, far from the blasts and the screaming.
Artio rested against his right shoulder, her head held high even in sleep; Boudica nestled against his left shoulder, one hand still clenched on the sheet; and V snuggled against his side, her ear pressed against the dull vibrations of his heart.
For one night, the scars rested, and the monster became a man.
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Frankie: Nov 3, 2260. She did have parties as a kid. She’s had a few pitiful alone birthdays as an adult. She wouldn’t say no to a party in her honor if her closest friends wanted to go to the trouble. She’d in fact be pretty thrilled about it. But it doesn’t need to be over the top and she doesn’t need gifts. Just good company.
Andy: December 27, 2251. Andy never celebrated his birthday in the vault. That just wasn’t part of their vault culture. And he isn’t terribly interested in being the center of attention, so he doesn’t really enjoy it when someone finds out it’s his birthday and makes a big deal of it. That said, he likes celebrating others’ birthdays because it means he gets to bake. But don’t tell them that. He doesn’t need their disgusting gratitude and clingy bullshit. (someone please hug him. he is so lonely)
Val: The original Valerian Croup’s birthday was in October. But the Val we know isn’t the original and never knew the actual day he was “born”. The year is about 2260, so he’s roughly the same age as Frankie. As a child (that didn’t know he was a clone) he was only given the amount of love his original’s family would have given, which admittedly wasn’t a lot and what was given was very transactional. He did read about birthday parties in some of the books he was allowed to have. And he learned proper etiquette for parties in general (as his original also would have known). But he was never given a party nor did he attend real parties. He instead pretended to have parties with the office supplies he snuck into the vent of his bedroom. And I don’t mean decorating with post-it notes. I mean his party guests were the post-it notes. (this one also needs a hug)
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Its old wastelander time for Donovan. I still need to decide where he’ll eventually settle down and retire from Mercenary work.
Maybe I’ll send his ass to New Vegas. That seems to be a popular retirement spot.