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dazed-and-confused23 · 9 days

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Dear Hearts and Gentle People 5

Pure Indulgence

Summary: Cooper doesn't know how he got here, but he's with you, and that's all that matters to him. Now if only the other ghoul that wears a tricorn hat would leave you the fuck alone, he'd be having a much better time. However, for you, he could learn to share.

Pairings: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Female Reader / John Hancock x Reader

Warnings: Drinking and drug use. Plans are made some light petting.

Part 2 -> HERE

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John Hancock knows a good thing when he sees one, and you were definitely one of the best things that's he's ever lain his black eyes on. You were a wastelander. He could tell that by the way you held yourself, but the mayor could tell that you hadn't let the world shape you in a bad way. No, you took the world in your hands and shaped it to how you wanted it.

However, he could say a lot less about the ghoul that'd come in with you. He stuck to the back of the bar, feet kicked up on a table, and hat pulled down to cover his eyes. He'd not said a word, only dropped into the chair, but John wasn't stupid. The newcomer only had eyes for you, which made his game all the more fun.

"Well, not every day that someone new comes stumbling into my town," Hancock drawls as he steps up beside you, his voice rough and smokey, "Names Hancock."

He admires the way you cock a brow at him, not impressed what so ever, and repeat him, "Your town?"

John nods, his weathered lips pulling into a proud smirk, "Mhm, yeah. I'm the mayor of this little slice of heaven. If you ever need anything, I'm your man."

His cock twitches in interest when you regale him with a heavy lidded look, your lips quirking in an amused smirk that he wants to wipe away with a kiss, or his dick. Preferably both.

"Well, Mr. Mayor, I'll have to keep that in mind," you say, and Hancock picks up your accent this time and gives you a look of surprise.

"Not from around here, Doll?" He asks you and gets a nod in response. John sees movement out of the corner of his eye and notices that the ghoul has finally moved, stalking across the room to sit at the bar beside you. He eyes John, and something about the ghoul has his hackles rising, and his fingers itching for his knife.

"You makin' friends over here without me, Darlin'?" The newcomer asks, and you surprise John be snickering and bumping your shoulder against the cowboy.

"Wouldn't be me if I didn't. Are you getting jealous, Coop?" You tease and turn to send a wink at Hancock. He smirks right back and shifts in his seat, his knees bumping against your own.

Cooper would very much like to strangle the other ghoul that has your attention, please, and thank you. This guy's like him, whole and complete, not rotting with peeling skin and exposed bone. Fucker was probably handsome when he'd been a human. He doesn't like that you're so interested in him, and green jealousy burns bright in his chest.

"Any man would be jealous," Hancock says and boldly reaches out, his hand landing on the smoothskin's thigh, his thumb rubbing distracting circles. He flicks his black eyes up and locks with Cooper’s own, a dangerous smirk crossing his thin lips.

Coop sneers back, eyes full of blazing fury until you clear your throat and glance back at him. He grins at you, though it's mean and full of teeth with dark promises. An idea suddenly strikes him, and he cocks his head to the side then shifts forward, arm winding around your waist and chin hooking over your shoulder.

"One ghoul not enough for you, Sugar?" He purred in your ear and smirked at the way you shivered, eyes going half lidded with interest at his sudden change in behavior. Cooper met John's black eyes and eyed the other man, "You greedy for an extra set of hands?"

Hancock watched the exchange and smoothed his hand up your thigh, fingertips dipping in between your thighs and stroking along your clothed sex. The sound he makes is closer to a growl, and it lingers in his voice, "I think I can have that arranged."

#cooper howard #fallout #fallout prime #fallout 4 #john hancock #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard x reader #john hancock x reader #hancock x reader #x reader #dear hears and gentle people

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blazefire2012 · 2 years

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Do you have hc about Hancock?? :D

I feel so honored to get this ask becuase im just all in my feels and hyperfixation right now and not by any means an actual fallout blog so here's these few headcanons that I threw together from my personal fics. If anything is confusing, let me know and I'll explain it better 😅

• In his line "Hey. Rads over here. Not for the softskinned", he says softskinned instead of anything like "smoothskin" becuase its, well, a slur in the context some ghouls say it, and also because he is consittered a new age ghoul and doesn't see the need to use such a word to describe someone if it has such negativity attached to it. Especially since it's only been a decade or so since he's been a ghoul.

• Because of his friendship with MacCready and hearing Mac's second hand stories from his Vault 101 friend back in the capital wasteland, he knows all too well of Vault-Tecs experiments in the different vaults. So when he meets the Sole Survivor and finds out what happened to them, he has even more of a reason to hate the company, a personal reason even.

• He LOVES pda in front of people like Pre-BB Danse, X6-88, etc, just to watch them squirm.

• You can pry this from my cold, dead hands, but you can still see a glimer of his concept art blue eyes under the blacked out part from a specific angle in specific lighting. He doesn't notice it until someone who he trusts enough to get that close tells him. He gets a bit warm and fuzzy but doesn't know why.

• (I read that Fahrenheit isn't his daughter in Canon, just in coding terms, so imma run with it) Even though Fahrenheit isn't his daughter he treats her as such. They met when she was young and he took care of her, basically saving her life. So out of loyalty and to repay a debt he constantly tells her doesn't exist, she took up the job of body guard. That and he taught her to play chess as a kid to get her mind off of bad things and that's why when she first meets Sole, she constantly makes chess references.

• He hates the irony that his new identity first name is also John. As much as he wants to forget his old life and name, it's still a bigger annoyance in his mind than he'd like.

• Becuase of being a ghoul, he's a lot warmer than youd think. So much so, sometimes sleeping in a settlement that has cats, he would wake up with one or more on his chest asleep with him.

• He used to hang out in the dinner above Diamond City, the one you have to parkour up to in-game, and do chems in secret away from everyone.

• (This may be something from my personal game becuase as soon as I sent him to a settlement, he started farming without me telling him to do so) He would work at the farm in Diamond city to get money for his chems.

• Loves loves loves leading people on when they think he's an older ghoul and ask what life was like prior to the bombs. "I'm telling you man, deathclaws used to be tiny. Teenage boys would keep them as pets. Feed 'em those little fish from the can. Their bites? Wouldn't even pierce the skin!"

• Even though he "gets around", he is so very touch starved. Like a close friend or significant other hugging him, touching his hands, straightening his clothes, even stealing his hat, he just melts on the inside.

• He knows Nick from his time in Diamond City. Loved to annoy the old synth as a kid and consitters Nick one of his only friends growing up.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout 4 hancock #hancock #john hancock #fallout headcanon #fallout 4 headcanon #hancock headcanon #ghouls!#i love this man #fo4 hancock

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hellhound-wrangler · 3 years

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I have made the immensely foolish decision to dip my toes into the “writing fanfic” waters and I’m now regretting all my life choices. I have weird disjointed chunks of a story, some more edited than others. Also I apparently have a masochistic streak, because I’m writing fic for the game that aggravates me on almost every level, instead of one that isn’t actively maddening.

Anyhow, if you, too, have an inexplicable fondness for the garbage fire that is Fallout 3, I bring you a small offering of irradiated trash.

A week later, Charon shoved open the door of the Ninth Circle, a moaning drunk with broken hands draped over his shoulder (“Now take out the trash Charon, there’s a good boy” Azhrukhal had said before turning to the fool’s terrified friend to settle the briefly-disputed bar tab), and a slouching smoothskin leaving Carol’s Place took three long strides and caught the door, holding it open for him without comment. He spared a brief hard stare for the human, who looked back blandly. Unarmored, no visible weapons save a 10mm on their hip, torchlight glinting off their battered glasses, hair and skin and clothing all in unremarkable shades of gray and tan, just another scavver looking for oblivion in the shittiest bar in the end of the world. He wished he could warn the wastelander off before they poured more caps into Azhrukal’s safe and wound up robbed or dead or beaten or sold or whatever sick whim the old rat had in store, but standing orders strangled any warning he could offer in his throat (“Stop scaring off the customers, Charon”).

When he came back into the bar, he briefly thought that the smoothskin had had an attack of good sense and left, until he realized that the customer deep in conversation with Azhrukhal at the bar was not the injured ghoul’s partner after all. The colorless wasteland clothing was the same, but the line of the shoulders was too relaxed, the body on the barstool too long and slouched and balanced to be the stocky frantic drunk Charon had last seen sitting there, the voice too low and calm to be a strung-out fool trying to spare themself a beating.

He didn’t want to hear whatever trap Azhrukhal was weaving for another stupid tourist, and he concentrates instead on the music of the radio, the morbid calculation of how long it would take until the ceiling fell in, the low burn of a two-day thirst in his throat. Sinking into his misery, he let the sounds of the Ninth Circle wash over him.

“-keeps hackin’ and whackin’ and smackin’-”

“-unfailing, unflinching, until the day - “

“-drinks are foul-”

“-he finally met his fate/ But when they came to pay-”

“-a liability, the dog-catchers are coming-”

“-yesterday...I found one of Patchwork’s fingers-”

“-civilization is a thing for me to see -”

“ - must be kidding-”

“-bottle imp, Azhrukhal, will you be carried-”

“-how they coax him I’ll stay right here - “

“-need just a little bit of jet, I’ve got the shakes-”

“-never see him after tonight-”

“-what I do all year round-”

The sound of caps pouring onto sticky wood seizes the attention of every patron in the bar, and the refocusing of their bodies, rather than the sound itself, pulls Charon back to the present. The smoothskin drops an empty bag like garbage, a long messy pile of caps lying on the bar between them and Azhrukhal. The bartender draws in a single rattling breath and hastily shoves a filthy envelope across the bar to the human, eyes already on the treasure before him.

“Fine. Take your dog and get out.”

The human nods once, slipping their glasses from their face and tucking them into the neckline of their shirt. They stand smoothly, slouch vanishing as they rise. They open the envelope as they walk over to Charon, fishing something out. Their eyes are an eerily pale brown, catching the torchlight like an animal’s as they open their mouth to speak. Abruptly he recognizes them, the height (tall for a wastelander, though not compared to him) and the gleaming eyes - it’s the merc with the mottled armor. Ambush predator, he thinks again.

”Talk to Azhrukhal” Charon snarls, cutting them off. Whatever idiot deal they had entered with the bartender, he wanted as little to do with as possible.

“You are no longer under contract to Azhrukhal.” The smoothskin slides his folded contract from the envelope and extends it for him to see, looking absurdly as though they were offering it to Charon. One corner of their mouth curled up briefly, a snarl or a smile, there and gone again in an instant. “I promised him that tonight was the last time he’d see you.”

“You purchased my contract from Azhrukhal? So, I am no longer in his service. That is good to know. Please, excuse me.”

Dazed, wondering if he’s dreaming, Charon brushes past the smoothskin, closes the distance between him and his former employer, as Azhrukhal sweeps cap after cap into a box he pulled from beneath the bar. The bartender’s head jerks up, glowering, his mouth opening to spit some final insult but Charon’s shotgun is already in his hands. He had meant to confirm his change of employment, hear the old ghoul seal his fate by acknowledging that Charon was no longer bound to him, but suddenly the thought of hearing the bartender’s rotten voice even one time more is unendurable. Before Azhrukhal can speak, the spray of buckshot silences him forever. Charon watches the headless body fall and fires again, blowing apart the chest (head and heart, big boy, a woman’s memory whispers, if you want them to stay down). He considers shooting the corpse again, reducing it to scraps of meat and bone and buckshot until he runs out of shells, but decides that this is sufficient and slips the shotgun back into its sheath.

Over the startled screams that marked the patrons’ reaction to Azhrukhal’s death, his new employer’s voice comes clear and steady. “Do you need anything out of here before we leave?”

Charon snorts, rolls his shoulders to feel the press of the shotgun in its holster across his back, shakes his head. “No.”

#fallout 3 #I will probably delete this when I sober up #I think I spelled asshole bartender's name wrong but i do not care at this level of booziness

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sketchesandnonesense · 3 years

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Im playing Fallout 2 and i would fucking die for every single ghoul in Gecko

I havent kidnapped Lenny yet bc i dont wanna make him sit out in the dirt while i go into Assholes-ville (vault city)

And the Sole reason i want into that shit ass hole in the ground is I need to get my boy skeeter some nice ass goddamned TOOLS bc he Deserves It

Also bc he'll give me the part i need for a Brand New Car

But MOSTLY because i love him

Also: they are So sweet??

Like yeah Wooz will make fun of you for being a Typical Dumbass Smoothskin with Dumbass Questions but if you ask him about his fav card game he lends you some so he can teach you

And i Know its only there to make a Magic the Gathering Joke but also thats fucking cute as shit and you can fight me on that he just wants to play some goddanged cards

(Which reminds me i need to head back to klamath n buy my old set offa whoever i sold them to back then bc i Really was sore for money n stims)

But also like, most other ghouls there are Fucking Darlings and the general store guy gives you fucking stims for FUCKING 89 BUCKS

GUESS HOW MUCH THEY COST IN THE TOWN WHERE IM LITERALLY A FUCKING LOCAL HERO WHO SAVED THEM FROM STARVATION???

300 SOMETHIN

AND ALL I DID IN GECKO WAS BUY EVERYONE AT THE HARP A ROUND OF GAMMA GULP

I just

I would die for these ghouls ok i just want Skeeter 'n Wooz 'n Lenny 'n Harold n All My New Friends to be fuckin' Safe and Happy O k a y

#like idk its jusy #im getting emotional over ghouls #the fallout hyperfixation never stops #fallout 2 #fo2

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og-danny-dorito · 4 years

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Hancock SFW Headcanons To Satiate My Undying Thirst for This Raisin

this is dedicated to all of my 12 year old monster/humanoid obsessions, and to the ones which may follow such as this mans, John Hancock, the mayor of Goodneighbor. because I'll be damned if I see a ghoul and don't become immediately attracted to them. also these weren't requested, but @thatwolfnamednyla seemed interested so i'll tag them (i can remove the tag too if you want me to, just let me know).

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S F W :

- ok so, I’m gonna start off with physical headcanons because it’s easier for me to base everything off of that

- since most of the heights in the game are the same and they don’t really give any actual canon heights for them, I’d say that he’s about 5”5 because I love the imagine of a short man with a knife. like-

- yeah he’s definitely powerful and strong willed and mental the opposite of a short baby man, but like can you just imagine some dude walking up to you and having to look up at you because he’s small? Especially a high af ghoul man small boy? an artistic virtue

- that, and he’s generally the most crackhead out of all the companions

- like he’s the guy to go to if you’re itching to bust out some chems and go shoot at random shit in the middle of the night cause he’s just that kinda dude

- he lives for the thrill of things, and so obviously someone equally as crackhead as he is would fit him perfectly, but for the sake of actual relationship building I’d say that he’s better fit with a rational crackhead

- like yeah, going out and getting yourself fucked up is great, but like not to the point of getting yourself so fucked up beyond repair, yknow? someone who takes a second and a half to think his crazy ass ideas through and THEN do it with him is the best person for the job as his metaphorical babysitter

- and he really likes to be taken care of because he’s a sucker for that shit. I would say that he has a daddy/mommy kink but like these aren’t nsfw and so I’m not gonna bust out that nasty shit just yet

- that said, being his partner doesn’t have very specific guidelines. being pansexual AND polyamorous allows him to love freely as he was genetically destined to anyway

- seriously, he’s attracted to you if you say something nice to him and show a little bit of interest that’s just how it is. he doesnt really think of appearances unless he's only out for dick

- he doesn’t really have a specific type either??? but he finds timid and nervous people so fucking cute. like,,, if you keep apologizing because of small things he’ll ruffle your hair and start calling you ‘kid’ and ‘sweetie’ cause honestly it’s just so sweet to see you get all nervous and shy

- it literally makes him want to fistfight someone in an abandoned parking lot for you and he can't help his protectionist ways

- like he likes to be taken care of yeah, but he ends up setting y’all in the ‘give some get some’ scenario where it’s more of a partnership

- jokingly calls you ‘smoothskin’ even if your skin isn’t smooth like you’re scarred or something. it cracks him up because he does it in a smoker voice too but he already sounds like a smoker so he ends up coughing a little bit after in between laughs

- biggest goofball on the planet

- will literally play pranks on you because he finds it funny, like using makeshift pre-war whoopee cushion and shit like that. will also 100% love it if you prank him back. he doesn’t take much seriously and so any form of mild joking makes him genuinely happy

- if you’re inclined to more permanent relationships however, this could become an issue. not the whole whoopee cushion thing the seriousness thing

- just because he does sleep with other people and lowkey tell you all the time about how “That raider was packin, and I don’t mean to be a whore but honestly like if he wanted some he could get some.”, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. it’s just that it’s normal for him to be attracted to other people at the same time. it can be more than one person at once, which can sometimes be a problem if more traditional people not cool with it

- confronting him about it either to confirm it negatively or positively depends on your preference. he didn’t really think of this as permanent in the first place, more of a friends with benefits situation where you also benefit each other with extreme emotional support, and so you wanting to make it serious will trigger his fear of commitment

- therefore, if you’re not okay with it he may have a hard time adapting, but if he’s really grown on you then he can try to be better about it. he won’t make the one he loves uncomfortable without their permission, but he’ll try his best to explain it (the best that he can doesn't necessarily that he’ll do it well though)

- if you’re alright with it then he will most likely bring up the topic of either threesomes/poly-somes and/or adding someone else to your romantic stuff or something like that if either of areyou is interested. communication is key in this sort of thing, and so he’ll almost always go to you before like trying to initiate anything with someone after talking with them and you about the situation

- oh did I mention fear of commitment? Cause I’m about to get real angsty

- MAN does he have an issue with it. not only that, but the reason he doesn’t really view this thing as permanent is because he’s fairly certain he’ll outlive you. he's terrified of loosing you one day and then not knowing what the he'll to do with himself for the rest of his life. he’s scared of being tied down it totally goes against his whole thing of freedom, and since he’s already conflicted about anarchy and order he literally avoids thinking about settling down with anyone or anything

- he’s holding onto a past that brought him joy then, but could ruin him now. and the best way to deal with that is to try to get through it as best as you can and leave the past behind, but he still finds himself reminiscing about things that could’ve happened

- it keeps him up sometimes, thinking about it. he’ll lay flat on his back in bed, staring at the ceiling for hours at a time just... thinking. and only when he’s lightly pressed about it will he say something, and even then it seems more like he’s struggling to find the words. It’s weird how he can talk to goodneighbor’s citizens like it’s nothing, but talking about himself gets him all choked up

- he would very much like it if you just like, kissed his face or hold his hand sometimes. to him it speaks more than a thousand words, and if he’s really having a hard time it means everything for you to be there for him

- that, and with the fact that you’re his best friend means that you’re his ride or die partner in crime

- just sitting around and doing chems with you and getting all philosophical or doing dumb shit is pretty much all he needs to be satisfied with you, and he really likes hearing you talk about pre-war society

- whether your views are negative or positive, he likes hearing about the way things used to work. he likes your stories about how you grew up and how you came to be who you are today, and a lot of the time he finds himself asking you about something he doesn’t know because you’re technically the ultimate source of knowledge on that stiff by this point

- you’d have to assure him that you didn’t know everything and no, you had no idea what year that random object he found was made, but he likes it anyway. you pique his interest, and just sharing a few mindset traits with you makes him feel much more secure and like you’ve got something that matters to the both of you

- that, and he thinks you’re the coolest motherfucker on the planet

- he’d probably be more attracted to free spirits, those who hold a strong moral code and defend it like it’s their lifeline. obviously he has a wide range of romantic and causal interest guidelines, but that’s the key point there. Someone who stands for what they believe in and protects those around them

- and NOW for my favorite part, miscellaneous headcanons ;

he’s probably the most openly sexual out of all the companions besides Gage, but tbh gage isn't down to walk naked through commonwealth and he is so obviously he’s the most freaky

he’s more himbo oriented, although with this chart done originally by @cockneydio

I can tell you that he’s this 👌 close to being a feral himbo and is probably turned on by danger so you can already tell what kinda bitch he is

he likes to give you his jacket when you’re cold or he just feels like it and it usually smells like cigarettes and gunpowder

thinks that pastel colors and soft clothes are kind of cute on people for some reason

is a sucker for pda, might die if you kiss on his neck or tell him he looks nice that day while you’re in public. Also super into just randomly slapping your ass because he finds it hilarious (slapping his ass in turn earns you a flirty comment and a mildly turned on raisin man)

loves receiving gifts from you and equally as much giving them, which is commonly just cool little things he’s found and thought you would like

makes cheesy pick up lines all the time and you can’t change my mind

would die for pet names, given or received. like yes call him “honey” and “sugar” he will MELT he's just a big nerd

he's kinda self conscious about himself around you, but likes phsycial contact too much to deny himself of it so he's literally always attached to you and/or on top of you if he can help it

- hancock isn’t feral, but he sure does act like it sometimes. what he needs is someone who can balance him out and give him the space when he needs it, and who genuinely cares about he people around them regardless of who or what they are. just being there for him on the bad days means the world to him, and he wouldn’t give what y'all have up for all the caps and chems in the world

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adarlingwrites · 4 years

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Absolution

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noun: formal release from guilt, obligation, or punishment

The Capital Wasteland lauded the Lone Wanderer as a hero, a Messiah, a savior who's willing to give her life for the Good Fight. Beyond the legends, the propaganda, and the mythification that surrounded her legacy, there is only one person who knew her bare soul. She gave him his absolution, and now he will fight for hers.

September 23, 2277

“What kind of fun are we talking about, Nova?” Percy asks the redhead, a look in her eye that I can only describe as mischievous.

“I’m thinking of a game, honey. Let’s get the boys involved too,” Nova said. “It’s a slow night anyway. Think we can close up early, Gob?”

“Huh? Uh sure! Anything for you, Nova,” replies the other ghoul. The way he hangs on the smoothskin’s word says it all. Poor bastard.

“I think I have a deck of cards upstairs. Say… strip poker?” Nova suggests.

I almost spat out my drink.

Gob, standing right across me behind the bar, rubs his face. Percy tilts her head at Nova, looking clueless as hell.

“What’s strip poker?”

“Miss, do you know what poker is?” I ask her, and she shakes her head. “Then you would not like strip poker.”

Nova laughs and pats my mistress in the back. “Aw, you’re no fun,” she says to me, and Percy raises an eyebrow.

“What is strip poker?” Percy insists on asking.

“Regular poker is a game where players bet that they have the highest ranking card. Strip poker is just the same thing, but you have to remove a piece of clothing if you lose the round,” Gob explains through his teeth. “Charon’s right, smoothskin. It would suck for a beginner like you.”

“Trying to get me out of my clothes, Nova? I thought you weren’t into girls,” Percy giggles, and Nova throws her head back and laughs. “Just curious, hon. Ever since you got Moriarty out of the picture, I stopped the side business. Never thought that I’d miss getting touched so soon.”

The mistress looks at Gob, a knowing look on her face. Then, she turns to Nova. “Hey, I’m sure there’s a lot of people here on Megaton who’d like to get with you.”

Well. Percy noticed it too, huh?

“Uh, Nova? Percy? The game?” Gob interrupts nervously, and the women laugh together. “Right, right. Care to suggest anything, Percy? Any games you played in the vault?”

“Well, there are some… how about ‘Never Have I Ever’?”

“How do you play?”

“Well, you say something that you haven’t done in your life before, then other players will have to take a shot if they have. If no one takes a shot, the person who asked the question needs to drink theirs,” explains the mistress, to which Nova smirked.

“A drinking game where we get to know each other? I like it! C’mon boys, I’ll get the shot glasses ready.”

“I am not participating,” I tell her, and my mistress’ shoulders sag. “Aw, why not?”

“If you get too intoxicated, miss, I would have to haul your sorry ass back home.”

Percy blurts out a shocked laugh at my choice of words. “Seriously, big guy? We’re in Megaton anyway, and not like there are other patrons in the bar that can hurt me. C’mon, play with us, please?”

Please. Damn that fucking word.

“Fine, fine,” I grumble, and Percy throws her hands in the air with excitement and I am reminded that she’s still a teenager.

“Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun! Okay, who wants to go first?”

A month earlier, I would’ve called whoever told me that some smoothskin angel from a vault would come take my contract from Ahzrukhal, treat me like an actual person instead of a guard dog, and play drinking games with me crazy. Now, she’s leaning against my shoulder, cheeks red, and laughing hard.

“Oh come on, it was just one time! And it’s Moriarty’s fault for yelling at me! Not like the customers would have smelled it through the rot, anyway.”

“You still shit your pants, Gob,” Nova half-cackled, half-slurred.

Percy’s covering her mouth, trying to stop herself from laughing. “I’m so sorry, Gob. I feel bad for laughing because it’s Moriarty’s fault but the way you told the story is still fucking- HAHAHAHA!”

I wasn’t laughing, but I snorted. Man, this poor guy never catches a break, doesn’t he?

“I’ll let you laugh because you’re the one who got me out of my misery, friend,” Gob mumbles to Percy, nursing his empty shot glass in his hand.

“Okay. Next round. Your turn, Gob.”

“Hmmmm. Never have I ever killed someone I knew personally,” said Gob. Percy groans loud and takes a shot. I take mine too.

“Well, looks like you’ve found your match, Miss Dangerous,” Nova comments, nursing her full glass. “Charon, was it? If you wouldn’t mind me asking, who’d you kill?”

“Ahzrukhal,” I tell them, and Gob’s eyes widened.

“Who’s Ahzrukhal?” Nova asks.

“My previous employer, before Percy. He was an evil bastard.”

“When I got captured by slavers all those years ago, I overheard one of them talking that Ahzrukhal tipped them off,” Gob murmured. “I never trusted him. My mother told me to stay away from his bar.”

“Now I see why Percy’s your friend. You both got something against bastard bartenders huh?” Nova jokes, and my mistress quietly laughs.

“Two peas in a pod,” said Percy. “I guess we hate bastards who hurt and take advantage of defenseless people.”

Damn right, we do.

“What about you, hon? Who did you kill?”

“Stevie Mack. A guy from the vault I grew up in,” said Percy, leaning over the bar top. “He killed my friend, Jonas. Then, I saw that he was about to hurt my best friend Amata. I just lost it. Beat his head with a baseball bat until it was nothing but a bloody pulp, just like how I did to Moriarty.”

Nova let out a low whistle. “Damn, Percy.”

Gob clears his throat, and scratches what’s left of the skin on his head. “Damn. Leeeet’s just lighten up a bit. Sorry.”

“Hey, you have nothing to apologize for, Gob. Besides, talking about it helps,” Percy reassures the other ghoul, smiling.

“Your turn, kid,” Gob cheers, pouring scotch in Percy’s shot glass.

“Hmmm… uhhh… never have I ever had vaginal sex,” Percy slurs, red on her cheeks going even deeper.

Goddammit. I’m reminded of that fucking dream and how wrong it was. The last thing I want is to have those thoughts about her while my inhibitions are down. Stupid fucking dick of mine twitched again. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t intact.

I remember what Ahzrukhal threatened her with and felt like throwing up my dinner. To hurt a good person like that...

“You make it sound so medical,” Nova laughs, taking a shot. “Are you serious? Never did it with anyone in the vault?”

“Y-yeah! Birth control is hard to come by in the vault, so I-I never risked it,” Percy stutters. Her face is ever redder than the baseball hat she wore when I first met her.

Gob takes a shot. I take a shot. Then, Percy looked at me with a surprised look on her face.

“You seem surprised that Mr. Tall, Dark and Scary here took a shot too,” Nova croons, and Percy folds her fingers together. “Hey, depending on whether he’s pre-war or not, he probably has a lot of experience under his sleeve.”

“Uh, Nova, I don’t think we should press him further about his sex life… Charon’s a private person, you see,” Percy replies to her, nervous, knuckles white as she pressed them against her lap. Nova pays her no heed. “Hey, guy as big as him, he probably had some ladies coming on to him when he still had skin.”

“I am not answering that,” I tell her firmly.

“C’mon, we’re all friends here, don’t be shy,” Nova insists, slurring and waving the bottle of scotch around. I’m starting to feel uncomfortable.

“Nova…” Gob warns her weakly, taking the bottle from her hands.

Nova ignores both Percy and Gob, and continues to push.

I have lost my patience.

“Fine, you want to know? When I still had skin,” I slurred, looking Nova in the eye. “Employers would let me see prostitutes for fun. I never needed it, but if it stops me from remembering that I’m nothing but a living weapon to them, I’d take it. Some employers used my contract as an excuse to use me for their urges too. With or without my skin.”

Everyone was dead silent. Percy is pale as a ghost.

“I’m done playing,” I grunted, looking away from everyone.

Percy lets out a groan. “This isn’t the first impression I wanted you guys to have on each other, sorry. Mmmaybe we should’ve played a different game. One that doesn’t involve things that are so… personal.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Nova stutters, stunned. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed.”

“Whatever,” I grunted, taking another beer.

“Okay, new rule, no pushing others to share unless they want to,” the mistress tells the other woman, and she nods. Gob just quietly refills everyone’s shot glasses except mine. I just nursed my beer and fucking sat there, wishing this night was over.

“Right. Okay, my turn,” Nova replies.

“Hmmmm… never had I ever been in a serious relationship before.”

Percy takes a shot.

“So, do you want to talk about it or…”

“Yeah, sure. I needed to get some things off my chest anyway. There was this guy in the vault named Butch…”

I can’t help but listen. I shouldn’t be listening to a teenager’s woes about her boyfriend, but here I was.

“Right, so, he was the vault bully. Ran a gang called the Tunnel Snakes. I know, not the catchiest name,” she starts. I can’t help but snort. What kind of fucking dumbshit name is “Tunnel Snakes?”

“I was heartbroken when Amata rejected me. Had a crush on her since we were kids. She’s the Overseer’s daughter, you see. The Overseer’s sort of like the vault president or whatever. And Amata’s the by-the-book type. She eventually admitted that she had feelings for me too, but the vault placed a lot of value on reproducing. So… yeah. A girl with a girl was out of the question.”

Nova starts leaning in, and so did Gob, listening to my mistress intently.

“Hey don’t get me wrong, I liked boys too, and I wouldn’t have dated Butch if I didn’t. But that’s besides the point. The night Amata rejected me, Butch and I were finally forced to sit down and talk because of some stupid game. Then, one of his gang members started to feel sick because he took alcohol with his medicine. I helped him, and Butch and I grew closer since that night,” Percy tells us. I didn’t notice that I was leaning towards her now, too.

“So, yeah. We started dating shortly after. Amata started to become distant because I changed and I started hanging with Butch more. But then I found out that Butch was still seeing his on-and-off girlfriend, Susie. Made him choose. He chose Susie,” the mistress continues, voice cracking.

“God, what an ass,” Nova comments.

“It gets worse,” said Percy. “I blamed myself the entire time, thought that maybe if I gave in and just let him fuck me already, he would’ve stayed. Then, I found out that all this time, the Tunnel Snakes were the Overseer’s puppet. All this time, he got close to me so he could dig dirt on me. The Overseer wanted to use whatever info he got from them to make Amata stay away. Crazy, huh?”

Wow. What an ass, indeed.

“His loss, smoothskin,” Gob comments. “I don’t know why anyone would turn a nice and pretty girl like you down.”

“Thanks for trying to make me feel better, Gob, but, I’m... complicated,” Percy blushes, looking down on her thighs. “I have some trust issues to work through, and it would be unfair to expect Butch to hold my hand as I go through them, y’know?”

“We all have issues,” I finally speak up. All of them look at me.

“It’s not an excuse to break a damn angel’s heart.”

Damn it. Did I say that out loud? Hopefully the mistress forgets about it the next morning, because she’s looking at me with wide eyes, and her friends are giving each other looks, too.

“R-right! Whose turn is it?” Gob stammers.

Thank fuck.

September 24, 2277

It’s around two in the morning when the mistress finished her game. She had too many shots of scotch, almost stumbling off the railings when she barrelled through the saloon door to throw up. I managed to grab her undershirt to steady her before any accidents happened. I feel sorry for the unfortunate fuck screaming below that got splashed with her vomit.

“H-hey, take care of our Percy, hon,” Nova slurs, leaning against the doorframe. Gob was supporting her and is giving me a dopey smile, wobbling, almost as wasted.

“Oh man, careful on the way down. I’ve seen way too many drunks fall over,” said the other ghoul. I grunted and carried the mistress on my back, and she wraps her arms around my shoulders. The dog follows us close by.

Halfway through the way home, she’s slurring and breathing in my ear.

I just brushed it off.

As we arrived home, Percy asked me to put her down near the sink, where she strips out of her clothes. I turned around and faced the wall, hearing her splash the water against her face and drag a rag against her body.

Without saying a word, I go upstairs to get her a new pair of shorts and a shirt. I never noticed how small she really is until I’ve held her change of clothes in my hands. When I got back, Dogmeat was at her feet as she sat on her dirty jumpsuit on the floor, her back turned towards me, and curled into a ball.

“Miss, I got you a change of clothes.”

“T-thank you. I can dress myself,” she mumbles. I wait on the couch as she gets dressed, and I hear the fridge door open and close. She sits next to me, sipping on a bottle of purified water.

“Hey,” she whispers.

I don’t look at her.

“I’m sorry for tonight. God, I just wanted to get to know y-you better and I- you- damn, I fucked up real bad didn’t I?”

I finally look at her. There’s still sick on the edge of her mouth and her nose is dripping. Damn, is she crying?

Grumbling, I stand to fetch the rag, washing and wringing it in the sink. I’m not a damn babysitter, I’m a mercenary. So why the hell am I wiping down this girl’s face while she stammered and sobbed?

“I shouldn’t have forced you to play the game. I’m really sorry Charon,” said the mistress, and I fought the urge to groan.

“I agreed to participate, miss.”

“B-but you- that thing you said about-”

“Shh. Sleep it off.”

“Mmm. Okay. I’m still very sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Percy.”

“Stay with me?”

I let myself stay.

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Gush about your fave DR character! ♡

WVJHKHKHKHK anon whoever you are please know that youre unleashing a beast but also thank you im…..

(actually i made a tierlist for this though it might not be as accurate since it was a few months ago)

(also sorry for the characters that are in the lower tiers i swear even if i don’t like them most of them are still good memes. and the ones in “c” and “b” i’d definitely like more if there’s some good art/fics that explore their characters better though i might not actively look for it.)

OK so just to preface i havent seen most free times and most of my impression came from joseph anderson’s playthrough sooo i might be biased but im definitely planning on rewatching at least v3 in its entirety with all of its ftesO i guess it’s best if i start chronological and lemme just say. SAKURA OOGAMI IS BEST GIRL

it’s easy to say that im weak for big stronk gal who can lift me easily. and there is /definitely/ that point.

this is gonna sound weird but i really like the level-headedness she brings to the trials. i wouldnt say she’s the smartest but she rounds up the whole cast in a way that keeps the trials from being too absurd and non-sensical. there are other characters that also do this but seeing it come from her makes me happy somehow? maybe it’s because she also balances asahina in that sense and also that she’s the fourth trial stronk person who’s the most level headed compared to gonta and nekomaru. not saying those two are bad either, they’re great characters in their own right but i feel like their function is more on the side of entertaining rather than weighing in on the discussion. i especially think nekomaru’s whole thing with shitting is funny and it’s kinda a shame that sdr2 cut him from trials starting from the third.

speaking of sakura, yes i ship her with hina. no, duh. they’re good together. but i was also kinda touched when she talked about kenshiro. idk, sakura has two strong beefy hands and she can hold her girlfriend and boyfriend at the same time ok.(pretty sure kenshiro appears in udg but i havent experienced that game outside of seeing a few cutscenes so i wouldnt know)

also the fact that we get a callback to her in the strawberry house was. idk if i should say cool or if it was funny but it was something. and yep, her death was the saddest out of the fourth trials the games had. nekomaru’s death was more respectful for me and i felt more sad about gonta during his trial than his death. it’s more gruesome than sad, to be honest.(and ok the smoothskin joe gives to sakura is also kinda funny)

with other dr1 characters i like most of them are usually because of my friends’ (who got into dr years before i did) influence like kyoko and celeste. there are some others i laugh at but it’s more because of the inside jokes of the streamer i was watching.

ok so with sdr2 komaeda is easily one of the top. but tbh the reason why it is is bc a few years ago i read this (illegally distributed) doujin that had written his character really well. tbh i feel kinda bad now knowing that the doujinka stopped circulating their doujin bc of that and some of the subject matter of their doujin is… a bit too much for me. but the ones that are good are really good and when i came into canon i was like, “oh, this is the fingers in ass guy who got memed to death" nowadays, i see him more as pickle nagito though. i am interested in seeing how his character can be… well, not redeemed but i want to see him heal. whiiich might never happen in canon bc his hope bagel personality is too infamous now.

also i know everyone hcs nagito’s voice as smth along the lines of nico’s voice or john’s voice but like consider jph’s stoner voice. please. it’s so fucking funny with the fucking pickle komaeda meme. maybe it’s bc although im not obsessed with hope or despair, i related to his way of seeing karma.

after experiencing sdr2 thoough, lemme just say that johnny yong bosch did a great job voicing hajimmy hinata. like im not even kidding i really like that voice and if i was ursula i would steal that voice for my own use. buutt i cant do that. unlike komaeda, i’m pretty indifferent to his character arc and enjoy his one on one interactions with the characters more and how he reacts to the immediate events that happened over the course of sdr2.

soo yeah komaeda and hinata are literally opposites in my head, ain’t much of a surprise that i ship them i guess. but!! i like a lot of the gals in sdr2 surprisingly.

like, ok. maybe i’m biased but the designs for the gals in sdr2 are so goddamn adorable. like okay there’s the obvious ones like chiaki and sonia. and i don’t know why sonia’s personality is so goddamn adorable. like not in the “awww you’re so fucking uwu” type of way but more in the sense that she’s funny? it feels like even through all her weirdness that she still manages to make genuine connections with the characters.

with peko, it’s hard to dislike her considering her whole arc with the second trial. of course liking her goes in hand with liking fuyuhiko’s character too but i just like.. how stoic she sounds??? it’s adorable????? and with mikan yeah she kinda went… off in the third trial but consider???? her voice when she snaps was so goddamn hot?????????????? sdr2 has the best voice acting cant change my mind.

and i don’t know why, gundham is so goddamn funny and if i wanna show how absurd sdr2 can get i show my friends gundham’s scenes. he’s fucking funny, ok. and alongside nekomaru i can respect his death in a way. i goddamn saluted when i first watched his execution (with the full context of the trial) because i just really liked the conviction he carried with his murder.

aand with v3…

miu’s one of the funniest character ever!! i swear. i know some people look at the sex jokes and go, “ugh” but im a manchild so i ended up enjoying her moments so much. though i’m kinda a bit meh on the fanservice side, i like how she’s one of the characters who sticks out more. in my language we call her “pentolan” i guess.

tenko’s kinda an easy character for me to like considering… stronk lady. would love for her to carry me. the misandry can get a bit too much but she’s also a pretty funny and genuine character on top of that so she came out with me liking her.

kaede and tsumugi are characters i grew to /love/ after i thought about them a lot.

with kaede, the point i started to relate to her… was with her thirst with girls. i swear im not joking. but. okay. i like her position as the protag and all her ideals. one thing i was surprised that didn’t manage to make me relate to her was her passion for piano considering i’ve also studied it for like, around 12 years. maybe it’s because i kinda fell out of it around 2 years ago because reasons. despite of that though, i like how assertive she was in her time as the protag. and her execution was goddamn beautiful.

tsumugi, though, i wouldn’t grow to love as much if it weren’t for 郁十‘s works. like. please. go watch all of their videos it’s all so good. i think someone else talked about this, but tsumugi’s position as the mastermind feels a lot more “human” than what we got with junko enoshima. compared to kaede, i feel like we could’ve gotten so much more with her as a villain and i just want to see more of her outside of her “plain bread” facade.

it might also be due to my own hcs for them so they’re on my head a lot more than most of the other v3 characters are. even more than my two actual favorites!!

ok, ok. kochiki and shuichi are definitely my favorites of the bunch. like, the toppest tiers of fav actually. it’s kinda hard to talk about these two separately tbh. maybe it’s because before danganronpa, my previous otp in my previous fandom had these two’s dynamics as well. and like, there’s a certain pairing to a fandom i haven’t caught up to in years who also have a detective/phantom thief dynamic. aaand also persona 5 and that one pairing that i don’t have to name for people to know which is my otp.

yeah i’m a sucker for these types of characters. it’s kinda typical that they’d be popular in the fandom. which i’ll h a p p i l y eat up.

soo it’s kinda easy to start with kochiki. i think i don’t have to go into every minute detail and go all meta on why i like him as a character because a lot of people have articulated better on why his character works. he’s fun to watch when interacting with other characters and figuring out his motivation put my brain on work. i’ll say this though, i actually enjoy kokichi better when he’s not being woobified. he’s a rat through and through and i will enjoy this possum boi for that.

(oh wait, possum boi is rantaro. nvm.)

and now mr. detective himself. so i loved his character at first. didn’t love him more than kochiki but. liked his arc, he was a fun protag. then the fan content came and he became very moe in my eyes so i guess it’s easier to say that i uh, like fancontent of shuichi better but i like canon kokichi better. and also how is it that the majority of ousai e-rated works has shuichi as a top SHUICHI IS NOT A TOP um yeah anyway. i feel like out of all the main characters he’d be a pretty nice person to hang out with.

also his eyelashes are nice. im totally not embarrassed while typing this out. im literally physically restraining myself from typing out more so i can not embarrass myself even further.

okay congrats anon here you are i hope you enjoyed this embarrassing mess it took me more than a day to type this out because i don’t know where i should stop myself regarding some characters. but uh yeah. i have gushed. now i shall return to the abyss.

(unless anybody asks me to gush about my ocs which might actually be thrice as long as this)

#LFKDJAG;LFKDJGA;LKJ THE READMORE DIDNT WORK IM SO SORRY #poffin.txt #ok i fixed it i think #for the low low amount of 0.1 dollars i will stop gushing abt anything i am an embarrassment #im sorry it took me almost 2k words to gush but like... my love for some characters are just...... *shuichi clenching his chest sprite*

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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 40

Table of Contents. Second Instar, Chapter 7. Go to previous. Go to next. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree. That’s... not an old fashioned, is it, Liv?

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The dark walls, pale carpeting, and little furnishings of the general’s office belied the actual dimensions of the somewhat small space. At her ebony dry bar, General Francis poured the two of them each an old fashioned, with dried rind curls 'Choly imagined were mutfruit. The ghoul placed one in ‘Choly’s gracious hands where he sat, and took hers to her leather office chair opposite the desk. She took a sip and slicked at her side-shaven asymmetrical blonde french twist with a tense sigh.

“Call me Olivia. Please. I hate the rank and pomp of being the last breathing wretch on base. Ghoul or not, I’m still a person, you know?”

‘Choly nearly murmured a whooped and then some. His tongue sneaked against the back of his teeth behind a faint smile. He lingered in the numbness of an iced drink in his palms, and stared into the handcrafted cocktail a little too long before remembering it was for drinking.

“Olivia, it’s... really been just you here for all... or most of this time?” He held the short glass to his cheek, eyes glazing out of focus. “--Gosh, ice. You’ve got a working ice machine.”

“Imagine if you’ve been milling around for a few months now, you’ve come to appreciate most prewar commodities as current day luxuries.” Olivia downed about a third of her drink before setting it down to lace her leathery hands on the desk. “It’s been just me and the robotics fleets for a very long time, yes. I’ve whiled the decades doing maintenance on them all. I consider them a sense of found family. They keep plugging alongside me, and they keep me plugging.”

She drew a cigarette from the silver case on the desktop, and lit it with a gold flip lighter. After taking a deliberate puff, she offered up both with a genial gaze. Not to shy from her hospitality, he nodded and followed suit. A long exhale melted him into a comforted disillusionment.

“It really has been a jarring adjustment. Especially not having soap every day. Menthols and muddled cognac on the rocks. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to coax me into a tough patch.”

“You’ll find a great deal of the amenities on base have been repaired and maintained.” A grin pulled her thin lips across her teeth and she sat back, sustaining eye contact. “Deenwood in every way has kept me busy.”

“And the Rust Devils?” he asked over his sipping. His attentive oily eyes skimmed her wasting features, to skirt the acknowledgement she hadn’t dismissed his supposition. “They’re keeping you even busier?”

“Don’t tell me they’ve expanded operations outside Lowell,” she growled, suddenly furious. “I’ve lost twelve robots to them just this year. Bastards took to the RobCo Towers. It’s a wonder I’ve managed to stay as ahead of them as I have been, further encrypting the Sentry Bots and Assaultrons especially. And the front doors, of course.” When he watched her expectantly, she snorted through another slug of her cocktail. “RobCo Towers was the company’s home base for Pip-Boy development and manufacture.”

“Encrypted the... front doors?” He frowned thoughtfully, somewhat distant. “Aside from confrontation with a Mister Gutsy, I didn’t have any trouble getting on premises.”

“Your bars have RFID encryption technology in them.” With a sneer, she pointed her smoke hand at his Pharm Corps coat. “The system’s biometric scanners have a two-factor screening process. You were smart enough, to turn up in enough of your uniform, to look the part of an officer--and lucky enough, to still be human enough, for the system to be able to match your genetic scan. Honestly, when I heard an officer had made it on base, I thought the Rust Devils might have figured out a way to sheepskin their way in here.”

“I guess it is a bit of luck, that my service uniform survived all this time. It’s one of the few belongings I still have. I don’t recognize the flavor of these bitters, but damn if this isn’t smooth cognac.”

Olivia topped off his glass with more cognac from the decanter on her desk, which he accepted greedily.

“The licorice, or the mint? It’s some East Central Commonwealth label. I like it well enough. These days, you tend to take what you can get your hands on. The cognac, though. That’s my favorite.” She shrugged in the direction of her liquor cabinetry, uninvested in getting up to scrutinize the exact identity of the liqueur. “Don’t discount, either, that you still have your Handy. A lot of my maintenance on Deenwood’s robots hasn’t just been to keep them running. It’s so they can continue defending themselves, and stay out of raider hands. To this day I haven’t determined a more effective approach than to be proactive. They just keep trying.”

Angel had stayed out in the hall to chat with robots it hadn’t seen in two hundred years.

“I wouldn’t be alive right now, if Angel weren’t with me. I know that much.” ‘Choly picked the desiccated rind curl out of his drink and chewed at it. “I’ve had my run-in already with raiders myself. I’ve half a mind to think Lexington’s still on fire because of me. Ha!”

Her dark eyes wilded, more punch-drunk from delivery than she was from the spirits.

“You can’t just drop that on me and leave it.”

His sheepishness poorly contained how oddly tickled he felt then by such a traumatic experience. Unmistakably, the physical condition of his company had everything to do with his craving to impress.

“After I came out of the vault outside Concord, I holed up in the Walden Drugs in Lexington. I got along with the raiders in the Corvega factory for a few months. They... pushed me around, and I... I.” A self-conscious grin tugged at him, unable to tell if the modus operandi were appropriate to divulge. He noticed he’d let the cherry fall off his unattended cigarette onto the leg of his Vault Suit. He brushed away the ashes and deposited the half-smoked thing in the crescent shaped ashtray. “...In so many words, I overdosed their leader on opiates. So they Molotov cocktailed the pharmacy while I was asleep, and chased me out of town.”

Olivia’s head kicked back in a sharp, barking cackle, and she only calmed herself enough to start on a fresh cigarette.

“Sounds like you’re more uniquely suited to the Wastelander life than you give yourself credit for. And believe me when I tell you, you don’t have to skirt talking about CM anymore. It hasn’t been restricted to your pay grade for a hundred eighty years, and the DIA’s bit the dust just like the rest of the government proper.”

‘Choly’s face slacked in culpability. He avoided eye contact a tic, and set down his half-finished half-cocktail to fold his hands under his legs.

“I’m proud of the way I’ve adapted Syringer rifle darts. CM’s... surprisingly versatile weaponized.”

She gave him a sleazy, approving grin when he admitted what she’d intuited.

“I don’t remember that we got along all that well back in the day, but damn if I’m not glad to see you. Not speaking ill of my chrome family, but I don’t get to see a flesh and body face all too often these days. It’s not going to be easy for you to get back out, now that you’re in, I’m afraid. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. Maybe after you get some rest and think on it, we can form some kind of a game plan to deal with these assholes down the street once and for all?”

Struck dumb that she’d not torn into him for what he’d done with his military intelligence, he sat frozen at length. He found himself staring at the chrome Pip-Boy on her left wrist, vaguely nagged by his inability to identify the model. Her proposition soaked into him slowly, and he picked his drink back up to work on finishing it. He sucked on an ice cube and feigned anything but total adoration.

“You said that the residential block got hit hard by the fallout. Is... any of it still standing?”

“Most of it, yeah. But it wasn’t prepped to shield that heavy a rad barrage, is what I meant. The rads have since aired out of the majority of the lot. You’ve got your pick of any townhouse on the lot, except mine.” She straightened, drawn back to reality a ways. “There’s just the one thing. Only drink or wash in the water from the compound. Residential plumbing still runs for the most part, but you’re a smoothskin. Don’t risk the rads.”

He choked on the acknowledgement of the fundamental difference between the two of them with a nervous chuckle. The supposition she might be immune to radiation titillated him.

“...About that. I’ve... come across a good number of ghouls since I woke up. But you’re the first fully rational one I’ve met. I think I’m only now finally understanding what people meant when they called a ghoul feral.”

Olivia gave him an uncomfortable grimace.

“Fortunately, you won’t have to deal with ferals on base. Deenwood is monstrously secure, so nothing can get in. They make me a might bit skittish myself. Don’t like the thought of encounters with them being only a bubble off looking in a mirror. Anyway...” She cleared her throat to punctuate that she’d noticed just how much he’d been caught staring, and he flinched. “Enough nightmare talk. We have an early morning of it. I still keep military hours, even though I’m the only non-robot here. Makes the robots happy, so it makes me happy. Habits die hard.”

“--Don’t they ever. I’m just glad that, now that I’m back, we’re not right back glued to cooking up CM and testing formulations on soldiers. Chase’s R&D’s the nightmare talk for me.”

She topped off her glass one more time, and ate her dried cherry.

“No, we’re far past that now, aren’t we?” Olivia rose and ushered him out of her office, meeting objection. “Imagine you don’t need me to show you around, even two hundred years later. The Gutsies and Handies can help you, if you’ve forgotten your way. I typically stay close to the Robotics wing, if you need me. We’ll meet back here at, say, oh-six? That’s plenty of time for breakfast first, mm?”

His head slurried with him standing. He glanced at his Pip-Boy. Already seven o’clock. He gave her an uncertain but obeisant nod with a little too much rattle in it, too cowardly to press her continued company.

“Goodnight, Carey.”

He stopped her from pushing the heavy paneled wooden door shut, and he continued holding out his arm a good ways after doing so, tottering on his feet.

“I, you. You said you prefer to be called Olivia. I’ve made a bit of a name for myself in the past few months.” She looked to him with attentive fatigue. “Melancholy. ...‘Choly.”

After thinking on it a moment, she patted him on the cheek.

“Really rings what’s survived of your accent. Goodnight, Melancholy.”

The door clicked shut, and he heard it lock.

When Angel didn’t come up on its own, he belted out an insistent, deep whistle that cut down the corridor both ways. And he waited to be escorted... home. He shuddered, and couldn’t quite say why.

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Martin Mertens and Minerva Campbell Frogman Forme

Another new Summer 2021 Frogman Fubblegum art and just in time for Mothers' Day and Fathers' Day Double Damage '21: White Shark Frogman Martin Mertens (Alignment: Hero/Resistance, Origin: Natural, Archetype: Scrapper) and Black Octopus Rescue Frogwoman Minerva Campbell (Alignment: Hero/Resistance, Origin: Natural, Archetype: Defender), the Teenage High School Persona User Frogmen of Class 3-D of Hub Island, young dad and mom of Finn Mertens and granddad and grandmom of Lucián and Longina Mertens-Bonnibel from my Cathedral of Butterflies alternate reality!

Martin's Frogman Theme is the Submarine Titans White Shark High School Terminator Submarine SCUBABoy. Minerva's Frogwoman Theme is the Submarine Titans Black Octopus High School Nurse Rescue SCUBAGirl.

>> Bio // Martin Mertens the White Shark Frogman and Minerva Campbell the Black Octopus Rescue Frogwoman, Teenage High School Persona User Frogmen of Hub Island of Class 3-D. The Resistance Scrapper White Shark High School Frogboy and the Hub Island Helper Corps Defender Black Octopus High School Rescue Froggirl. The Giant Robot Wreckin', Gas Hands Brawlin' Teen High School Rebellious Recon of the Emperor Arcana and the Saintly Teen High School Space Age Future Nurse of the Lovers Arcana. The Teen High School Atomic Submarine Frogman User of Nucleoprotonic Super Robot BGY-11 Big Guy and the Teen High School Medical Submarine Frogman User of ArchMediAngel Maria. These two young teenage high school native children of Hub Island who go to the same Hub Island High School and the same Class 3-D are whole planetary systems of their own as wildly different as Light and Darkness, Summer and Fall, White Sharks and Black Octopi, Superheroes and Giant Robots, Coca-Cola and Pepsi. On the White Shark corner, Martin is everything you can hope for in a Rebellious Recon Resistance One Man Renegade Commando Team: a handsome young devil of a high school boy loaded who plays the game of life his way with nasty tricks worthy of a con artist to get himself out of tough situations, a two fisted bare knuckle brawler who is as good with his Ultimate Gas Hands and Daikatana Replica (A picture perfect copy of the Mighty Daikatana down to the mirror polish of the blade and the energy slashes minus the Time Travel power) as he is with his Beam Magnum, Magnum Revolver Model Evoker and Big Guy's Big Guns and Big Knuckle Sandwiches if and when it's time to bash some heads in and a real bad 'tude to go with the whole weapons locker - more than enough for Martin to sally forth to the world and back as Recon Team explorer and take on even giant mathin' robots head on and bare knuckle two fisted with. On the Black Octopus corner, Minerva is what you would call the Model Hub Island Helper High School Girl: a kind and selfless soul of a high school girl who is as well versed in the knowledge of medicine as only befitting of a future Field Nurse of Hub Island as she is in fighting the bad guys with her Impact Needle, Desert Eagle Model Evoker and ArchMediAngel Maria's Megasteel Megascalpel and Surgery Gloved Wings if and when it's time for aggressive surgery, very clever and all too willing to help to the point of going above and beyond the call of duty and what's considered "right". But Martin and Minerva are the living examples of the "Opposites Attract": both go to the same Hub Island High School, both are in the same Class 3-D, both are secret teenage high school boy and girl Persona Users of the Freedom Phalanx and the Praetorian Resistance, the Holy Church of Saint Minato, Psyker superhumans of EGO (Evolutionary Generation Organiztion) and both attend the same SCUBA class at the Hub Island High School Deep Olympic Pool to train as Water Shark Frogman and Black Octopus Rescue Frogwoman respectively, complete with their own unique and custom made school swimwear and SCUBA gear, Martin being the classic and tough-as-atomic-subs yet hi-tek double hose regulator Frogboy and Minerva the sleek, futuristic and just as hi-tek single hose Froggirl. And train Martin and Minerva did, starting with the safety of the Hub Island High School Deep Olympic Pool with the ABCs of SCUBA Diving, Out-of-Air Emergency Simulations that involve turning off your and your fellow frogkid's air tanks off and simulating out-of-air emergencies as real as they get, but not too real and Emergency Ascents as part of Minerva's Rescue Frogman training and Martin's too and moving on to the wide underwater world of the open waters at the Hub Island Beaches, Pre-War cities gone underwater and all. Before you can say "Neptune's Trident!", Martin and Minerva became top of the class Frogman students in the Hub Island High SCUBA Club, with Marty's devilish charm and Minnie's above and beyond the call of duty willingness to help

sparing the Rebellious Recon Boy a one-way ticket to ReEd, their love for each other growing more and more... and then came the day of Martin's and Minerva's secret Rapid Response Rescue Frogman out-of-air simulation mission in a Drowned Pre-War City with a high school and an Olympic size deep swimming pool, complete with high schoolers' SCUBA gear, dive jackets and air tanks littering the pool, with Minerva playing the part of the out-of-air SCUBAgirl in the submerged school pool and Martin the SCUBAboy swimming to the rescue and both SCUBA diving with only their main Frogman Rigs and their Spare Airs, AirFins and Pony Bottles left at the diveboat to make sure no cheating happens. It was the first Kiss of Loyalty and Love between Frogboy Martin Mertens and Froggirl Minerva Campbell inside the submerged high school pool that brightly sunlit, warm summer day as the White Shark Resistance Frogboy kissed sweet lifesaving air into the Black Octopus Rescue Froggirl's lips and soon ended up hug each other in a tight warm loving embrace once her surprise makes way for relief and love, their puffy cheeked lips connected to each other's and sharing their breaths of air, their personalized regulators floating below their mouths, their colorful sporty school swimsuits and wetsuit colliding and connecting with each other, soft fabric brushing and rubbing, their swim gloved arms holding the two at the waists and finned feet kicking like the young SCUBA lovers they are, the dive ending with Martin and Minerva breaking the surface as newlyborn and newly baptized teenage high school SCUBA kid lovers. The rest, as Martin's and Minerva's son Frogboy Finn "PG87" Mertens learns in his own teens, is history.

> White Shark Frogman Martin Mertens // >> Gear // Martin's White Shark Battlesub Frogman swimwear is his olive drab and yellow double chevron with yellow highlight lines White Shark Boys' One-Piece Beachbody School Swimsuit with silver Philemon Butterfly Mask Necklace, olive drab with yellow double chevrons and yellow highlight lines front zipper White Shark Boys' Smoothskin Longsleeve Shorty Beavertail Wetsuit with inbuilt swimgloves and double olive drab weight belts he wears over his school swimsuit, olive drab with yellow highlight lines White Shark School Swim Cap with inbuilt clear glass and olive drab Swim Goggles, olive drab smoothskin swim gloves and swim socks and olive drab with yellow double chevron Beam Magnum leg strap holster with his class number and name printed on his White Shark Boys' One-Piece Beachbody School Swimsuit and Swim Cap and his White Shark Battlesub Frogman Gear is his White Shark ABC Kit of strapless 360 degree Bubblemask, olive drab and yellow with clear cap Purge Snorkel and an olive drab with yellow double chevron and yellow lines pair of Aggressor Fins and his White Shark Frogman Rig is his olive drab and yellow double chevron with yellow highlight lines White Shark US Divers/Scubapro-Style Advanced Breathing System Stab Jacket with olive drab and yellow double chevron and yellow hose Air 2-Style Integrated Octopus Inflator, his custom built olive drab and yellow double chevrons with yellow highlight lines White Shark US Divers/Scubapro-Style Advanced Breathing System Hardshell Triple Air Tanks with olive drab and yellow double chevrons with yellow highlight lines White Shark Terminator Sub Plasma Jets and his olive drab with yellow double chevron and yellow air hoses White Shark Argonaut Kraken-Style Double Hose Regulator. His Playstation Portable-Style DiveCOMP, his Spare Air Emergency Air Tank in bright yellow holster, his Ultimate Gas Hand, his Beam Magnum and his Magnum Revolver Model Evoker represent his weapons and the rest of his kit, his Daikatana Replica to be summoned from Subspace when needed.

> Black Octopus Rescue Frogwoman Minerva Campbell // >> Gear // Minerva's Black Octopus Rescue Frogwoman gear is her hospital white with blood red highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Helper's Girls' One-Piece Old Style Tek School Swimsuit with silver Philemon Butterfly Mask Necklace, hospital white with blood red highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Helper's School Swim Cap with inbuilt clear glass and blood red Swim Goggles, blood red with white lines Helper's Inflatable Water Armband with the Helper T insignia printed on it, hospital white with black teklines swim gloves and swim leggings with the Hub Island Helper Corps insignia, "Hub Island Helpers" and her class number and name printed on her Black Octopus Girls' Old Style Sukumizu and the blood red Helper T insignia printed on her Swim Cap and her Black Octopus Rescue Frogwoman Rig is her Black Octopus ABC Kit of strapless 360 degree Bubblemask, hospital white and blood red TekSnorkel and hospital white and tek black with blood red lines pair of SexaTekFins built in her swim leggings and her Black Octopus Rescue Frogwoman Rig is her hospital white with blood red highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Helper's SpaceJet AutoInflating SexaDiveWing with MagLock Clip backpack straps compatible with her Helper's Girls' One-Piece Old Style Tek School Swimsuit and all swimwear and wetsuits with "Helpers" printed on the inflatable wings, hospital white with blood red highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Helper's SpaceRocket Hardshell Hypercapacity OxyBio Air Tank with the Hub Island Helper Corps insignia printed on it and hospital white with blood red air hose and highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Sherwood Maximus-Style Helper's Ultraperformance Aquadynamic OxyBio TekRegulator with the Hub Island Helper Corps insignia printed on its front, her alternate hospital white with blood red air hose, breathable air pillow and highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Sherwood Maximus-Style Helper's OxyPillow AirFin OxyBio TekRegulator with the Hub Island Helper Corps insignia printed on its front, two hospital white with blood red air hose and highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Helper's OxyBio PonyBottles with MagLock Clip backpack straps compatible with all swimwear and wetsuits and two hospital white with blood red air hose and highlight lines and black teklines Black Octopus Helper's OxyBio Helper's AirFins with MagLock Clip neck straps, all four with the Hub Island Helper Corps insignia printed on their OxyBio TekRegulators. Her Helper's Impact Needle, Desert Eagle Model Evoker and Playstation Portable-Style DiveCOMP represent her weapons and the rest of her kit, her Impact Needle to be summoned from Subspace and transformable to Medical Mover Mode as a divejet when needed.

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zirawrites · 6 years

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Hi! I love seeing new react blogs! This one could either go sympathetic or dramatic: *Spoilers!* Sole destroyed the Institute, but didn't take their love interest with them for the attack. Companions find out weeks later through gossip that Sole left a child synth, created in their son's likeness, behind to die in the explosion.

Oooooh, this one is HEAVY on the **SPOILERS** so if you haven’t finished the game… don’t be a big baby and just read this anyways. The game has been out since 2015 xoxo

Also, I forgot to make Codsworth romanced. If you’d like a romanced!Codsworth, just send me another ask! I like his platonic Mister Handy reaction too much to delete.

Cait: On one hand, Cait didn’t want to care that Sole left a synth behind. She had been against Danse joining their party when he admitted to being one of those monstrosities. Cait barely trusted humans. So a machine that looked and acted like one with having God-knows-what kind of special abilities or enhancements? No way was she coming near them. Hell, they were probably the things the Institute sent out to replace you with.

She overheard some settlers at Sanctuary discuss how Sole had left her synth-son behind and… for some reason this one was different. Cait marched over to Sole - fists balled up by her sides - and it took all of her might not to pummel them right there.

“So ya think it’s okay to leave little, defenseless youngns behind, do ya?” Cait became even more angry when Sole reminded her that she was against synths in the first place. “Not defenseless children, Sole! I know what it’s like to be vulnerable like that. Hell, it took me months to open up to you! I don’t give a damn about adults. They can fend for themselves. But that synth? That was just a kid. And you left him to die. Yer own flesh and blood.” She was disgusted.

Codsworth: For 210 years, Codsworth had dreamed of his master’s family reuniting. Though their house was nearly ash and he wasn’t exactly the Mister Handy from 2077, they could start where they left off. Sole would go off to work somewhere respectable, maybe with Piper in Diamond City. They would earn an honest living while their partner raised Shaun to be the best survivor anyone could be in the Commonwealth. Codsworth would help, of course. He would tutor the young master in school. Make his sack lunch. Tuck him in to a big-boy beg like he always wanted to…

But that would never happen. Sole left synth-Shaun behind, and Codsworth’s dreams of repairing the family were futile. Crushed like broken glass under a heavy boot. Blown to smithereens like an atom bomb over a quiet suburban city one unsuspecting morning.

“You monster!” Codsworth had never yelled at Sole that way. He honestly didn’t know his programming allowed such behavior. Sole tried to reach out to him as his metal began to shake, but Codsworth backed away. “I waited 200 years, mum/sir! 200 years for you to come home to me. For us to be a family. And you never cared. This was never about young Shaun, was it? You just wanted to prove something.” He turned away to go home, knowing Sole wouldn’t follow. “That means you never cared about me either. I rather be deactivated than serve another day under your care.”

Curie: As Curie sat with her face in her palms sobbing quietly, she realized she felt an entirely new emotion. Sole had left her synth-son, and was so unmoved by the gesture they hadn’t even bothered to tell her. Her shoulders shuddered as the only sounds around were the gentle lapping of the lake, and Curie’s own sniveling.

Sole touched the back of her shoulder, but Curie was too upset to react. They began giving her some excuse that a synth-child and synth-girlfriend were different. They always knew Curie as a robot. No one could ever replace their own son. But Curie still couldn’t shake this new feeling.

“I think…” Her voice quivered, and it took Sole stroking her hair for a few moments for Curie to regain composure. “I think I feel betrayed. The boy did not have to replace your son. But he was still just as alive as me. I do not think you understand life.” Sole winced, and Curie finally looked up at her partner. “I do not think you understand me.”

Danse: Sole knew her Paladin better than he probably knew himself. That was what made his silence so disheartening. When Danse was upset, he was usually in an uproar. Smashed belongings scattered wherever he could reach them. Holes in the walls. Chest puffing. He didn’t have a temper, but when his facade cracked, Sole had seen a man full of emotion and anguish.

But instead, Danse was quiet. They finally had to ask why he reacted to their decision in complete silence. Danse looked over at Sole; eyes full of thick tears. “I thought when you said you loved me, you loved all of me. Even the synth part.” His voice cracked. Sole had never seen him this upset, even when he left the Brotherhood. “Now I don’t know why you stay. To you, I’m just a machine. I was right all along.”

Deacon: “What the FUCK, Sole?!” Deacon slammed the door to HQ so hard the frame cracked. He had followed them back from picking up a lost synth when the man innocently asked why Sole had left young Shaun behind. Sole didn’t even have the audacity to deny it.

Sole pleaded with Deacon to lower his voice, but it only fueled him on more. He said something about never truly knowing them. That they couldn’t be trusted. They were the only thing just as scummy as him in the entire Commonwealth.

“We’re through,” he said. Deacon’s voice was low. Seething. “I don’t want to be your partner. I don’t want to be your boyfriend. Because apparently I’m traveling with a murderer. I want you to look Des in the eyes and explain why you left a boy to die, because I sure as hell never want to see your face again.”

Hancock: “Wow,” Hancock said as Sole entered their shared apartment in Goodneighbor. “That’s low. Even for the likes of you.” When Sole asked what Hancock was talking about, his eye twitched. Today was not the day to mess with him. “A little birdy told me you left your son to die in the Institute. And here I was thinkn’ we were out to make the world a better place. To stick up for the little guy.”

After that, Hancock and Sole drifted apart. It was a quiet, gradual break-up. He couldn’t be with someone who didn’t value all life. If Sole felt so apathetic about smoothskin synths, he didn’t want to know how they really felt about ghouls.

MacCready: “I can’t believe I was gonna let you meet my son!” MacCready stood between the bed and dresser. He wasn’t sure if he should sit down, or start packing his bags. Soul explained that the synth wasn’t really her son, and that it would be too hard to see young Shaun every morning knowing he wasn’t really him. MacCready calmed down enough to try and see it from their side. He ended up staying, but still hasn’t let Sole meet Duncan.

Preston: Preston’s first reaction was to get mad at the Minuteman who started spreading the rumor. His lovely, caring Sole would never leave an innocent person behind; especially not a child. He approached the topic carefully while the two were headed to a settlement that needed their help. To his horror, Sole admitted to leaving synth-Shaun behind.

“Y’know, a lot of the folks we help out here are synths, too. They deserve a chance at life. What you did was… cold.” Preston wanted to ask Sole if she would still help a settlement of synths, but he didn’t want to know the answer.

Piper: Piper felt conflicted. She didn’t trust synths, but she wasn’t a complete racist. Spending so much time in Diamond City had filled her head with doubts about the legitimacy of synths. Could they really be trusted? She knew Nick Valentine was alright, but he didn’t actually look like a person.

Sole asked her to imagine if she found out Nat was a synth that had replaced her a long time ago. That only made Piper angry, and she threw Sole out of the newsroom. As much as Piper would be hurt to have Nat replaced by a synth, it wouldn’t have been the synth’s fault. She supposed Sole wasn’t as trustworthy as she hoped they were.

Nick: “Well isn’t that just great,” Nick seethed. “I wonder when you were planning on ditching me, too.” Sole tried to explain that leaving Shaun had nothing to do with how she left about Nick, but he wouldn’t hear it. They had never seen him so angry, and his eyes pierced in to their own with fury. “You couldn’t even tell me. I had to find out around the streets of Diamond City! Do you really care that little about me, Sole?” Even though Sole continued to apologize, Nick didn’t even want to have a conversation about it. He couldn’t. It broke his heart.

X6-88: For the most part, X6 understood Sole’s decision. He hadn’t wanted them to leave the Institute in the first place, but he was programmed to obey and watch over the relatives of Father, and that was what he was going to do. However, he allowed himself to feel hurt. X6 wouldn’t say it out loud, but hearing the gossip from others made it much worse. When Sole found out X6 knew they left Shaun, they tried to explain themselves.

“You don’t need to tell me anything, sir/ma’am,” he said. X6 had that deadpan look he had given Sole the first time they met. “I’m sure your decision was an educated one. I just hope you aren’t planning on leaving me any time soon.”

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invasato · 4 years

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What kind of armor do your fallout ocs wear!

okay im gonna list in game order bc Theres A Few Characters lol 😭

fo1

mx mcmike- leather armor, mostly! she thinks everything but her vault suit is uncomfortable

fo3

adam- talon combat armor, because he thinks it looks cool and scary (it does but hes the least intimidating guy ever so the effect is. Lost)

fnv

whiskey- reinforced leather armor, but he spices it up with a desperado hat ;) gotta look like a sexy cowboy if ur gonna go shoot benny in the face

stupid asshole motherfucker king (unrelated to The King)- leather jacket and jeans but he looks stupid in them, because he is stupid, and i hate him

josiah- prewar casual wear. hes not a fighter, he never leaves town. hes a part time medic so he occasionally dresses the part, mostly so that smoothskins dont freak out when hes helping them out, but otherwise just likes dressing comfortably

fo4

robin- minutemen generals coat and an assault gas mask! hes pretty self conscious, he likes how much the outfit covers. he likes wearing the sequin dress at home, tho. it makes him feel special :]

axel- standard raider armor but missing a LOT of pieces bc she doesnt give a shit. hes stupidcrazy

#ty for asking abt them!! :]#anon #my ocs #chirp chirp

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officialclaricestarling · 7 years

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fallout: new vegas oc sheet for my beloved ex-ranger novak & her ghoul wife below, y’all are free to ignore or read these as you please, i’m just posting for tagging reference

Full Name: Novak Thaxton Nicknames: Courier, Courier Six Age: 55 Birthday: December 11th, 2222 Height: 5’11” Eyes: Blue (hazy with cataracs now) Hair: Salt and pepper, public defender Complexion: Sunburnt (no matter how much sunscreen she wears) Ethnicity: White Body Type: Soft S.P.E.C.I.A.L: S 8 / P 6 / E 6 / C 5 / I 3 / A 6 / L 6 Alignment: Neutral good

Pre-Game Status: Courier for the Mojave Express, former Desert Ranger, former NCR Veteran Ranger Post-Game Status: NCR Veteran Ranger (honorary reinstatement)

Relationship Status: Married (34 years) Spouse: Ida Thaxton (70, ghoul, they run a small homestead together out near Zion, Ida’s a baker and an adept gardener while Novak tends to the brahmin and makes some extra caps as pest control/mail delivery) Sexuality: Lesbian Gender: Female

Languages: English, middling Spanish

Religion: None

Family:

Ida Thaxton (spouse, ghoul, age 70)

Bill Thaxton (father, deceased when Novak was 12)

Florinda Thaxton (mother, deceased when Novak was 32)

Norma (adopted daughter, age 25)

Flora (adopted daughter, age 19)

Mac (adopted son, age 17)

Jack (adopted son, ghoul, age 45/technically 9)

Monroe (granddaughter, Norma’s baby, age 2)

Pets: ED-E, Rex

Injuries/Addictions: General age. Scars: Right forehead temple (Benny’s headshot), on back and minor on face (Old World Blues), left arm slash from a nasty encounter with a Deathclaw at 29 Make-Up: Unless homemade sunscreen that Ida mixes for her counts, none Clothing: Veteran Ranger Uniform when she’s working, or the ranger vest outfit if she’s not. She doesn’t often wear the helmet aside from combat situations, though.

Lifestyle: Prior to Benny shooting her in the head, she had a pretty sedate lifestyle, living with her ghoul wife on a ranch homestead near Zion Canyon where she took care of the brahmin and ran packages for the Mojave Express as a specialty courier (specialty here meaning a delivery that they felt needed an ex-ranger to handle). When she’d been a Ranger, she had a reputation as one of the best, and occasionally she pulls out the old helmet and Sequoia if there’s trouble in town.

Affiliations: New California Republic, NCR Rangers, Vegas, Freeside, the Kings, Boomers, Enclave Remnants, Followers of the Apocalypse Former Affiliations: Desert Rangers Neutral Affiliations: Brotherhood of Steel Enemy Groups: The Legion, raiders

Friends: Arcade Gannon, Boone, Veronica, Christine, Lilly, Raul, Cass, The King, Beatrix Acquaintances: Ranger Stella (a deep respect, because Stella straight-up bare-handed fought a Centurion and Novak had been worried merging with the NCR would kill the high standards set for the Rangers), Ranger Ghost, Col. Moore, etc Enemies: Any given member of the Legion, Mr. House, Benny, Van Graffs

Weapon(s) of Choice: Ranger Sequoia or an anti-material rifle

Strengths: High survival abilities from years with the Rangers, and a ton of experience from it too. Good instincts and a lot of common sense. She’s not the smartest but she’s durable. Cares a lot about people and wants them to succeed. Made peace with the NCR, and believes they are the best choice for the future--she’s willing to compromise. Also, she has no fear of radiation and is going to end up a ghoul like her wife. She can drink Cass under the table. Flaws: No fear of radiation, much to Arcade’s dismay. Also pretty low intelligence, and she is willing to compromise, which a lot of people view as weakness.

Likes: Her wife, their homestead. Warm weather and sunshine. Cactus flowers. A cold beer on the porch that she built, sitting next to her wife. Watching her children grow up into happy adults. Taking care of the future generations and leaving this world a better place. Helping out. Listening to The Four Seasons. The holiday season, and giving gifts. Making people smile. Dislikes: Snow. Wet socks, hot rain. Having to pressure people into doing things. Lying, for the most part. Bugs. Molerat chunks, but she’ll eat them if Ida makes them. Hates: Liars and cheats. People turning their back on people trying to help. Feeling helpless. Chem addiction. Favorite Color: Red Favorite Food: Ida’s homemade tortillas and grilled brahmin steak with jalapenos Favorite Drink: A cold beer or a Sunset Sarsaparilla with tequila Favorite Snacks: Fancy Lads snack cakes

Random Facts:

She built most of their house herself to impress her new wife.

Raul is one of her best friends, and someone she travels with frequently even after the NCR takes Vegas. He didn’t believe she’d married a ghoul until she showed him one of her most prized possessions: a photograph from their wedding (he argued it was because he couldn’t believe anyone would want to marry her if they had any other options, not because he didn’t think a ghoul and a smoothskin could work as a couple)

Prior to discovering the Big MT, she was functionally blind (glasses helped some, but the riot gear helmet was the only thing that really did anything for her). She lost her sight from cataracts that developed when she was 35, but she kept on going (it just made her more legendary). The Auto-Doc in the Sink managed to give her back most of her vision (she’s still nearsighted, though), but her eyes still look cloudy, even if she can see.

The merge between the Rangers had nothing to do with her retirement, though she begrudgingly admitted that she’d been worried the NCR Rangers were gonna bring down that historic title of Desert Ranger with disgrace, but they turned out to be just as tough as any of the old guard (of which Novak is one of the last)

Her name came from a book that her father used to read, it was the last name of one of the characters.

She knew the Survivalist back when he was a Ranger

Her family has always had Rangers in it--her father, uncle, grandmother, grandfather, great-grandfather... She can trace her lineage in the Rangers back to the Great War, and likely even further.

She met Ida when she was 20 in a saloon in one of the villages outside Zion Canyon, where Ida was tending bar and Novak was posted as a freshly-minted Desert Ranger. Ida didn’t believe Novak was genuinely interested in a ghoul, but Novak was persistent and got Ida to agree to a night out. They got married a year later and lived in a motel-turned-apartments for half a year while Novak rebuilt/renovated a homestead for her wife.

Ida and Novak never formally intended to adopt any children, but kids who needed homes kept appearing, and neither of them were cruel enough to turn away someone who needed their help (and, Novak argued, they had plenty of space in their home, they could share). Now they have a grandkid who calls Novak Nana and Ida Abuela.

She’s Soft

Most of her backstory was ripped from “Sundown” by Marty Robbins

#oc novak #fnv ocs #fnv

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chocochipbiscuit · 7 years

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6, 15, 39, 40!

Thank you for the ask!!! I got absolutely carried away with yelling about my ships, so under the cut it goes!

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in. Oh boy I know I kind of answered it here because I was trying to keep to my top 3 OTPs for each fandom, but this is the kind of question that deserves full-on gushing. So, in more detail, here we go!

(Also I get to cheat because for franchises with multiple games, I picked each game. :P Ship ship shippy!)

Fallout 3: Nova/Gob/Charon, which I envision very firmly as a triad where Gob’s the shared point. Nova and Charon are friendly and will gently ruffle each other’s feathers, but aren’t actually romantically or sexually interested in one another. Which doesn’t stop them from loving Gob very very much. I figure after Moriarty mysteriously disappears (cough cough) Gob takes over running the bar because he has experience, and with the LW backing him up and asking if Charon wants to transfer his contract, Gob gets a lot less hassle from the smoothskins. Nova handles the books and customer service, they get the sweet wine she likes, they cuddle and eventually the three of them work out something happy and stable. (I always have issues with how Charon’s contract is handled in-game, but hey, this is fanfic territory and I like to imagine Nova is the closest thing to a therapist or advice columnist around.) Everyone’s happy, nobody hurts, they get a chance to be comfortable and cozy.

(Plus just… Charon and Gob really faced two different forms of ownership, they have a little more history from Underworld, and don’t tell me that Gob wouldn’t be hungry for another friendly ghoul around the place. They can have some commiseration and some healing and some careful not-talking about it. Also, Nova can tease Gob about having a thing for redheads)

Fallout New Vegas: Cass/Veronica because my two fave companions are totally smooching, all day, every day. Veronica’s carrying a lot of grief and hurt but also that endless compassion and altruism, and I think that would light something warm and affectionate in Cass even as Cass appoints herself in charge of making sure Veronica doesn’t exhaust herself trying to take on the world. Plus Cass is more on lighthearted fun and gosh but Veronica NEEDS that and I also want a sweet and fancy date where Veronica gets to wear that pretty dress and Cass wears a suit with that rattan hat. :D

Fallout 4: Glory/Desdemona!!!! I can’t believe I didn’t list them on the previous answer, but my girls, my babes, my heart, my love. They are two wonderful, amazing women who are fighting so hard as the misunderstood underdogs against much larger factions, trying to make a better world and doing all this because it’s the right thing to do, living in tight-packed quarters and practically in one another’s pockets, where privacy is a minimum but they still sneak away to hold hands and lean against the wall. Glory is so completely isolated outside her Railroad family and had to leave so many good synths behind, and knowing that even if they escape then they won’t remember her because of the memory wipes, and it’s just… talk about intense emotional attachments and fiercely valuing the few people who are in your corner, and this sort of burning anger and idealism and how it’s so hard not to butt heads, inevitably, even when you’re all on the same side, but fighting and talking their way through it, the uncertainty of knowing any mission could be your last, and how vitally important it is to know you have people you can go back to…

*cough cough* Look I love them okay?

Dragon Age: Isabela/Merrill because through thick and thin they’ve always had one another’s backs, and I love Merrill’s wonder and tremendous respect for Isabela’s colorful past, the way Isabela gives the prettiest bits of her stories and how even for someone as self-admittedly selfish as Isabela she adores Merrill and their affection and banter and even when the whole world is going up in flames (figuratively, literally) they always have safe harbors with one another. There’s joy and warmth and they’ve seen each other bloody and hurt and angry and betrayed and look I just want to drown in my feels here okay!!!! Plus Isabela never underestimates Merrill, always views her on her own terms as someone who is a fully capable and intelligent woman who yes, does blood magic but that isn’t Merrill’s defining trait, and neither is Merrill’s wide-eyed inexperience. I love them. They’re my favorite dynamic.

Mass Effect Trilogy: Jack/Miranda, because as antagonistic as their relationship is in ME2, they’re both in the process of learning and growing (still, always, forever) and by ME3 they have shifted so radically, grown and run and it’s one of those things where I know it would be a long road, but just… give me some mutual respect, some laughing and dirty jokes and Jack smacking Miranda on the back when Miranda finally gives the middle finger to Cerberus, when they’re both on the run and figuring out their new lives and how they’re still always spinning around one another. I just sigh dreamily.

Mass Effect Andromeda: Drack/Lexi because tbh it ships itself???? Lexi from the get-go telling Ryder to watch out for Drack (and not to tell him she said so!) and learning about her research on krogan vitality, the fact that all her previous partners told her they felt more like ‘experiments,’ and Drack might be too hung up on his own feelings of irrelevance (at first) to pick up on Lexi, or at least to do more than dismiss it as ‘eh, she’ll move on.’ (Because really, you can’t tell me in Drack’s long and rich life that he hasn’t had his share of relationships with other species.)

But like… look, as much as Lexi’s the doctor, not combat-oriented at all, she still grew up on Omega, bad guy bar central. She’s met and patched up her share of fighters, she’s tougher and more resilient than she lets on, and don’t tell me that under that careful professional coolness she doesn’t know enough dirty words to put anyone else on that ship to shame. And as much as Drack insists on calling everyone else ‘kid,’ Lexi is the second-oldest person on the crew and they can get together and occasionally mutter about the young’uns.

(also look I like Them Big, I like Lexi, I want this ship!!!!)

Harry Potter: Fleur/Tonks is my very first HP femslash ship and I glory in the inelegant portmanteau Flonks! They both have appearance-based magic, are highly competent (and underestimated) witches, and I think it says something about how even though Tonks could so easily change her appearance, she never bothers glamming herself up. Plus they’re just an adorable contrast and I want them in all sorts of Order of the Phoenix related hijinks and escapades and living and laughing and loving their way through the war and the years after.

Dishonored: Breanna Ashworth/Delilah Copperspoon because I love villainous ladies. *claws face* Breanna clearly idolizes Delilah, Delilah is so angry when you eliminate Delilah (in a way that she doesn’t care a fig for her other allies, and says something like ‘you will never understand what she meant to me!’), they have a shared history and passion for art and curiosities (Delilah’s a painter, Breanna’s a museum curator, they would have such passionate arguments and shared joys over pieces in display!!!!) and they’re each others’ oldest companions, and just… all that passion and faith and trust (albeit between villains) and the way Delilah says she can’t see Breanna ever again (if you pick the nonlethal option with Breanna) because it’s too painful… there is such a history there, there is something I want to pick apart and chew and relish

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love? This ship is so obscure I know nobody has written it, so this tragedy will probably fall on me!!!! But it’s Dog/Erickson, okay. God/Dog post-synthesis in Dead Money, frustrated and searching for purpose, trekking to the east coast and winding up in Far Harbor, meeting Erickson! Erickson’s used to lost strays who’ve been hurt and take patience, time, trust— and look, I know partly I’m just playing off the fact that Dog is named Dog and Erickson’s a dog trainer, but I also hc Dog as very food-oriented and that’s exactly how Erickson starts getting the wild dogs to trust him, so they strike up a conversation, Erickson’s so glad to have another mutant around for company and Dog maybe isn’t really ready to set down roots yet, but this could be a start. *heart eyes*

39. What is your greatest strength as a writer? Sensory immersion and emotional entanglement; or at least I try!

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing? Laying out plot and timelines so that things fit together as a cohesive story rather than ‘a series of things that happen.’

Thank you for the asks! I had a blast answering these, if you couldn’t tell by my screaming flail of ship feels. :D

(Questions from this meme!)

#meme things #hoo boy I was in full on yelling!#montpahrnah #choco answers

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New Vegas, part 17: Heartbreak

Why does this keep happening to me?

Ok, so, having solved the mystery of Boone’s wife’s disappearance, and helped the sniper exact vengeance against one of the people responsible, it was time to help Novac’s other sniper with their issue, a ghoul infestation at the nearby Repconn facility. Getting there was little trouble. A few feral ghouls outside, easily dispatched, but also some suspicious ash piles, as if there had been a shootout with laser weaponry. A couple of these ash piles even had working stealthboys! A godsend, considering I was currently without one. Not sure what was really going on here, though, considering feral ghouls aren’t really known for using stealthboys or las weapons.

Inside the front door, part of the mystery was quickly solved - as I found the corpse of one of those blue super mutants, like the one that was killing the cattle in Novac. Apparently stealth fields are just their thing. That’s... worrisome.

A voice on the intercom directed me to the second floor of the facility, where I found one human scientist who thinks he’s a ghoul, along with a colony of ghouls following a sort of glowing ghoul cult leader by the name of Jason Bright.

Apparently he considers the feral ghouls to be part of his flock. This doesn’t exactly make me feel bad for the ones I’ve already killed, but I resolve not to kill any more, at least not here.

Apparently he’s planning to move his entire congregation off to some promised land, but they need to get to something in the basement, where the Nightkin are still holed up.

So I agree to help out, and sneak down to the basement. There I encounter the leader of the Nightkin, or at least this group of them, Davison, who thankfully isn’t hostile, at least not by default.

Davison, like the first Nightkin I encountered, is more or less completely off his rocker, taking orders from a cow skull. And he’s apparently ‘the sane one’ from among his crew. The rest will be hostile by default. It seems the Nightkin are here for a shipment of stealthboys. An entire shipment! Could you imagine? If they’re right about it being here, I’m sorely tempted to take the stealth boys for myself! But no, I’m being non-violent here, or as non-violent as possible.

Anyway, the shipments in a side room, but one of the ghouls is in there, a tougher one than most it seems, and they’ve managed to hold the nightkin off all by themselves. If I can get rid of them so the Nightkin can get their stealthboys, then they’ll leave. Then the ghouls will leave. Then the people of Novac can go back to scavenging salvage from this place and everything can be back to normal.

So I head down the hallway, sneak into the corner room, and THERE HE IS. Harland. The dashing leatherfaced mercenary from the top of the post. I am Bethany is smitten. Her second crush of the play through. And it seems he’s not really part of Bright’s group? Just a mercenary who signed up for the chance to make out with hot ghoul babes? A tough guy with a gravely voice who’s a bit of a scallywag, but also enough of a softy that he won’t abandon his post while there’s a chance his friend might still be alive? Be still, my beating heart!

Well, as a smoothskin, maybe Bethany’s chances are slim, but still, there just might be a chance. I mean, he’s gotta find those god-fearing ghouls to be a bit loopy with all their promised land malarky, right?. Or at the very least a bit stuffy. Maybe I can throw some booze and cigarettes his way and convince him to come with me, instead? And if not romantic partners, we could at least be bestest sarcastic adventuring buds, right? I mean, Harland’s gotta be a companion, right? This introduction really feels like it would be for a companion character, doesn’t it?

Doesn’t it?

In the mean time, it seems he’s got a girlfriend trapped deeper in the Nighkin-controlled basement. As previously mentioned, he won’t leave without her, so now I’m going to rescue her, to get Harland out of the supply room, to get the Nightkin out of the basement, to get the Ghouls out of the facility. This quest is starting to have a lot of steps.

Anyway, I’ve got two stealthboys, and my stealth score overall still isn’t that super great, so I activate one and get going, hoping it’s enough to last long enough to find Harland’s friend and get out.

Sadly, it isn’t really. I get down to a key-required door just as my stealth boy is wearing off, and have to backtrack looking for a key. Unfortunately, while I’m looking for it, one of the Nightkin spots me, and I’m forced to kill it.

I regret doing it, but there doesn’t seem to have been any other option, considering it was holding the key I was looking for. Maybe I could have picked its pocket if I had been more careful? I don’t know.

I feel particularly bad about it, considering that once I opened the locked door, I find Harland’s friend, already dead. The whole rescue side trip was for nothing. Oh, well.

So back up to Harland, who’s sad his friend is dead, but none the less thanks me for trying then sneaks out while the sneaking’s good. Of course, an entire shipment of stealth boys would be too god to be true, as I find a computer in the storage room with a message indicating the stealthboys were sent here by mistake and had been shipped back to wherever they came from. Davison is upset about it, but his cow skull keeps a cooler head and convinces him I’m telling the truth, so the Nightkin leave, and the ghouls move back into the basement.

Apparently their taking fucking rockets to the promised land? Are they suicidal? Hand harland goes out onto the launch pad, too! Dammit, no! Where’s my option to convince him this is a stupid idea, and he should go with me instead!?

Bright asks me to help the human scientist get some stuff to finish fixing the rockets. I need some control whatever and some sort of radioactive isotope.

This post is getting long, and I don’t want to split it into two parts, so long story short I find the control thing at the salvage yard north of Novac, sweet talking the old lady who runs it into giving me a discount, and I bring some of the radioactive rocket souveneers from the dino gift shop, remembering that the gift shop guy had mentioned something about an isotope in them making kids sick, and sure enough that’s good enough. I also tell the scientist that he’s not a ghoul, and Bright has been using him, but convince him to just let it go rather than seeking revenge.

The rockets get fixed, with I push the button, and Bethany watches as her romantic hopes are dashed once again.

This damn game’s already broken my Bethany’s heart twice, and we haven’t even made it to New Vegas, yet.

#sception plays fonv #this one got a little long #and my report got a bit rushed at the end #not that i didn't like the quest #it was alright #if a bit goofy in premise #probably should have split this one into two entries #but the blogging is kind of falling behind the playing a bit #so

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