just realized i dont Think i shared these doodles of nick valenouppy and john hankitty sorry if i did and forgot LOL
Text
More Danse things -
- Being a mentor to Shaun and teaching him how to use Power Armor
- Learning to fish from Preston
- Helps MacCready bring Duncan from the capital wasteland, and meet a few old friends along the way.
- Being Nick’s Bodyguard for a few cases. He doesn’t even have to do anything, he just stands there menacingly.
- Scribe Haylen fakes her death and calls herself “Aunt Nelyah” around Sanctuary, and somehow none of the BOS are the wiser.
- Finally getting to see a movie
- Gets to celebrate holidays, he decorates his Power Armor for each one.
- Nick and Him call each other brothers and laugh at the confused people around Diamond City
- When Hancock discovers Danse’s love of history and books, the two bond at the library for a few hours before getting rudely interrupted by the robots still guarding the place.
Text
Fallout OC Week Day 6: Radio
“This next song is, uh—I…”
“What’s wrong, Miles? Getting a little tongue tied?”
the way that i lowkey have a crush on travis so i made ash get it on with him in my hc….YEA i know hes not one of the npcs u can bone but this is my delusional world and i get to choose which characters bone!!! and i say that whimpering male dj gets it on w a tipsy femme fatale one night in diamond city
Answer
H-how did you even do that ?
I get that this architecture is not easy, but…that just sounds insane.
Are you still stuck ? Do you need help ?
Answer
I take it you’re not from the east coast then. I’m a synth. And there are synths who look far more human than I do. Indistinguishable from humans, really.
Text
Found the death labyrinth in fo4 by the Milton hospital and both loots blew up 💔 rip my fuckin life
Text
pup learned some interesting things about what’s hidden in the fo4 code pertaining to Hancock and his bodyguard. So ehehe.
ALT
ALTText
The Ballad of Elle Douglas, Chapter 105
See Chapter 1 for Whole Work Summary
Chapter 105
Chapter Summary: Elle considers.
Whole Work Rating: Explicit
Whole Work Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death (described in detail), Rape/Non-Con (implied threat of)
Category: F/M, Gen
Fandom: Fallout 4
Chapter Word Count: 4.7k
Whole Work Relationships: John Hancock/Female Sole Survivor (Main Pairing), Paladin Danse/Female Sole Survivor, Edward Deegan/Female Sole Survivor, Robert Joseph MacCready & Sole Survivor, Sole Survivor & Nick Valentine, Arthur Maxson & Sole Survivor, Deacon & Sole Survivor, Preston Garvey & Sole Survivor, Sturges & Sole Survivor, Mama Murphy & Sole Survivor, Sole Survivor/Sole Survivor’s Spouse, Father | Shaun & Sole Survivor, Synth Shaun & Sole Survivor
Whole Work Characters: John Hancock, Sole Survivor/Original Female Character, Paladin Danse, Edward Deegan, Nick Valentine, Robert Joseph MacCready, Arthur Maxson, Preston Garvey, Mama Murphy, Father | Shaun, Deacon, Elle Douglas (oc)
Additional Tags and Excerpt Under the Cut
[[MORE]]Additional Tags: Commonwealth Minutemen, No Beta We Die Like Kellogg, Porn With Plot, Smut, Monogamy, Multiple Relationships, Canon-Typical Violence, Not Canon Compliant, Drama, Romance, Action/Adventure, Pining, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Found Family, Suicidal Thoughts, Hancock is Endgame, Break Up, Child Death
_________________
Elle had gotten her fair share of odd looks from the Neighborhood Watch in the Old State House’s halls, lugging bucket after bucket of steaming, boiling water to the small main floor bathroom. By the end of her toils she had been red-faced, sweating, gasping and coughing. That said, as she sunk into the nearly-boiling bath (immediately reddening in the near-boiling water that was tempered by only the slightest amount of cold), the embarrassment felt more than worth it.
On a crate next to the rusting tub sat her meagre toiletries, a can of water, a bottle of room temperature Gwinnett Pale, and a bodice-ripper Hancock had fished out of a dumpster the last time they’d been through the streets surrounding the public library.
Hancock was upstairs, and a steady stream of petitioners had been in and out of his office all day. He had promised to attend to the many grievances and requests of the townsfolk that had built up as he’d traveled with Elle. It was an event that was a long time coming, and promised to take up most of the that day, as well as having taken up all of the day before. The meetings left Elle with hours of downtime, and she’d used it deliciously unwisely: sleeping in, picking up her newly-suppressed rifle, wandering around; and now intending to soak and breathe steam in the tiny bathroom until sunset.
She hoped that the steam would help with her coughing, which had started in earnest since returning to Goodneighbor. She assumed there was something in the air - maybe some dust or mould that had been stirred up by the recent and unprecedented opening and closing of the State House windows - that was getting her, and figured a nice hot soak would help clear it. The steamy bathroom seemed to be doing just that, leaving her breathing easily, so Elle mostly focused on relaxation.
She settled into the bath and let her taut muscles unwind in the heated water. The door was locked against the rest of the world, and in the light of the one singular high-set window it was just Elle, her beer, and the adventures of Lady Slentifren and Fredericke the well-endowed stablehand.
It was exactly what she needed.
Eventually, after about the fiftieth set of sensually heated glances exchanged by the main pair (their love being forbidden due to both the differences in their social status and the impending marriage of Slentifren to an evil King with such a consonant-laden name that Elle couldn’t even begin to sound out in her head), Elle set the book aside with a chuckle and slid downwards in the tub, submerging her neck and chin, bending at the knees.
Her shoulders, which had picked up a peculiar habit tensing at random, slowly began to unkink in the steaming water. She skimmed her palm flat across the near-scalding surface, enjoying the path her hand made through the scrim of soap bubbles.
She closed her eyes, breathing the steamy air even deeper into her lungs.
Images rolled past the red membrane of her eyelids as she turned her head up toward the window: crushing Arthur Maxson against the railing in the Observation Deck, Shaun seated with his back to her as she padded out of his room, the Prydwen collapsing in columns of fire onto the airport below, three silhouetted figures with the airport ablaze behind them, the Synth child standing in the corner of a glass room with his chin resting on his chest.
There were other things as well, small images intercutting between the large ones as the thoughts rolled on: a redheaded young woman cleaning the Institute’s infirmary, Nick Valentine smoking under a slanted piece of sheet metal to stay dry in the rain, Hancock’s big black eyes pulsing with terror, Emmett-who-had-become-Smokey being stuffed into a bag by a pair of metal gloves.
Elle pictured herself lying on the beach, encased in steel but still burned beyond recognition in spite of that fact, her chest failing to rise and fall.
She sighed.
It was odd, but she found herself much more concerned with the practical matters of Shaun and the Institute, rather than her brief brush with death.
Unfortunately, she was the only one who seemed to feel that way. Death hung in the air around her, trailing after her like a stench. Word traveled fast in Goodneighbor. Hancock, while having had the best reason out of anyone to assume she was dead, was not the only person who had assumed it. Elle garnered surprised looks and judgmental faces everywhere she went, which would have been fine - except where Hancock was concerned. She often caught him studying her intently, as though he were trying to reassure himself she were real.
Text
was unaware until now that shaun was canonically conceived in a park, nate and nora are freaks
Text
…I’m not sure how I did it, but modifying Codsworth at the automaton robot bench has left him unable to attack anyone? Like he can’t even use his saws, and I didn’t touch them.