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everydayyoulovemeless · 10 months
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[Danse Idolizes You]
➼ Word Count » 0.5k ➼ Warnings » BB spoilers ➼ Summary » Headcanons based on how Danse treats you once Idolized.
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Danse is gonna be incredibly kind toward you. He'll talk softer, be less serious about what he thinks your ideals should be, and give you random compliments throughout the day.
Loyalty's strong in him, and since he doesn't have the Brotherhood to back up anymore, all his loyalty is in you. Whatever you need, Danse is on it.
He almost becomes self-destructive because of it. He so desperately wants to not be a burden to you that he constantly overworks himself. That's one thing you're going to have to help him work through.
He likes to sit out on the porch of a settlement with you and share a bottle of beer.
Anytime you go off to do a quest, he'll offer to go with you. He wants to ensure your safety and who better than the guy in power armor?
Haylen will still slip away from the Brotherhood to meet up with Danse at settlements or random bunkers around the Commonwealth. She especially likes it when you tag along, it's almost like you're all getting the band back together, like old times.
As awkward as Danse feels, he still makes an effort to befriend your other allies, even if they hate him.
He quickly grows to be pretty close to Dogmeat. Actually, the easiest way to get him to stop overworking himself is to ask him to go watch Dogmeat. That way he can relax and not feel like he's doing nothing at the same time. He'll train Dogmeat to do tricks and go out to find him all these fun bandanas and collars. He and Dogmeat are almost inseparable.
He loves campfires, especially when it's with all the other settlers. He'll gather heaps of firewood just to host these little get-togethers every month.
All of your and the settlers' weapons will be significantly upgraded. You won't have to worry about leaving whatever settlement you assigned Danse to either cause he's gonna train everyone there for war. It's gonna be hands down one of the most prepared settlements you've ever built up.
He'll still get really flustered at any slight compliment or praise you throw his way.
He really wants to hug you but is way too nervous to actually go through with initiating it.
He is so ready to go at it with anyone who disrespects you. He'd only do something physical if he felt it was necessary, instead, his overall size and reputation do a lot to intimidate others. He won't stand for any of the settlers or anyone else being rude towards you.
He has a habit of hoarding pre-war items because he thinks that you'll like them, or at the very least, they'll give you good memories of your life before the war.
Danse is honestly just ready to die for you at any moment. His self-sacrifice is something you'll need to be wary of because he won't hesitate to run straight into danger to keep you alive.
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nuclearbug · 4 months
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okay it’s actually really annoying being a fic writer. You know, I love writing, I have all these ideas in my head all the time that I just have to put to paper. I have like 5 documents + a bunch of idea dump drafts with my own narratives in the works. But the second I sit down to write them… I get massive writers block.
MEANWHILE, I can write about the fallout universe all day long. And shit comes out like poetry. I have like 120 pages of absolutely stunning prose and it’s all about some twink in the fallout universe. I don’t know if it’s just because the universe is already there, so I don’t have as many details to worry about, but I’m still crafting a unique-ish narrative and an entirely new main character. How is it so easy in fanfic but so hard with my own ideas?
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libertybri · 1 year
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How would Nuka World react to John Wick as SS? (Colter killed his dog and is here to fuck shit up)
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COLTER
The Overboss is on the verge of shitting his own pants seeing this steaming ball of pure rage deduced to one person. They weren’t in the arena to kill him and take over, nor were they here to rid the world of filthy raiders. Sole had one motive and one motive only — revenge.
MASON
“You never kill a man’s dog. Number one rule.” Mason shakes his head, knowing the Overboss was done for.
NISHA
She was bored with the scene before her. A revenge ploy was overplayed in her mind. The only thing that will interest her in this battle is the blood spill, especially that of Colter’s. He was a dead man for sure and that thought alone excited her.
MAGS & WILLIAM BLACK
“See the drive in that person. That’s our next Overboss.” Mags chuckles to herself, speaking to her brother.
William shakes his head and laughs along with her. They were both tired of Colter, so no matter the drive of this person in the arena, the were glad for it. “Heard it was over their mutt. Can you believe that?”
GAGE
Though a bit annoyed at first that he didn’t have time to discuss his well-thought out plan with the newcomer to overthrow Colter; once seeing the survivor he could tell they didn’t need his assistance. He instead decided to sit back and enjoy the show of a person seeking vengeance for their sweet puppy and Colter facing their well-deserved wrath.
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"Next person that asks me to shag is getting a well-placed kick, if you get my meaning."
Cait, from Fallout 4, and also one of the main characters of my fic At The Precipice Of Something New, which you can read on AO3, ff.net, and/or wattpad! Click for higher image quality.
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3m-l0st · 4 months
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cmishwrites · 4 months
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Kid wants me to do a Horizon/Fallout crossover. We just spent about 30 minutes discussing which character would get along with who. We decided that Curie would have to become besties with Alva and that Alva would come unglued upon meeting Dogmeat 🤣.
I told her to draw it (she’s an awesome artist) because I am not skilled enough to do either character justice.
Sidenote, Danse and Kotallo in the same room *fans self* … dear gods I’m hopeless.
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solesurvivorkat · 5 months
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'Shadow of Steel' - the 'ghosts' never left me...
Maybe it's because I've started wearing my 'Maxson coat' again for the fall/winter season (yes, I seriously have one IRL. I love this coat so freaking much, lol. It's ridiculous how much I love this coat, lmao. And I've gotten *SO* many compliments on it from people! But I digress...), but I've been thinking of 'Shadow of Steel' a lot lately (my 'Fallout 4' fanfic, for anyone who doesn't know).
Truthfully, I really never stopped thinking about it. Even in my busiest days, it was still always in the back of my mind. I never wanted to give up on it, and even when I thought I might have to just let it go forever, it was still lurking around in the back of my brain, demanding I continue the characters' stories (especially since Nora is still technically kidnapped in it and I actually feel bad about it, and Arthur Maxson hates me for it, LMAO).
I don't expect many people to still care about this fic - and considering how much time has gone by since I first started writing it, I wouldn't blame you. And it's not a short fic, either. It's quite long. So to anyone you might want to read it or start over from the beginning to refresh their memory of it, it's a bit of a feat.
Looking back on it, there's parts of the fic that I'm not crazy about - either b/c I'm not 100% thrilled with the way I wrote stuff at that time (quality-wise), or little tiny decisions I made with characters here & there. However, people who have commented on the fic have been sooo generous, kind, and flattering to me regardless, and I can't even put in to words just how much their words have meant to me (especially a review that I actually got kind of recently, to my surprise, and it blew me away... if you're reading these words now, I will respond to your comment as soon as I can! I haven't forgotten/ignored you! <3 )
SO.
Here's my 'thought': despite everything, I DO want to continue writing this fic! Even if no one read it, it's still something that's important to me - even if I can't put into words why, exactly.
If even one or two people reading this would be willing to continue enjoying a future of 'Shadow of Steel', I put it to you - would you rather see: - a 'rebooted do-over' of 'Shadow of Steel', starting from the very beginning - the main plot would be exactly the same, but small (insignificant in the long run) details would be updated/rewritten in a way I feel more satisfied with - and once caught up to the current point, the fic would continue from there. - OR - - I just keep whatever's already there there, and just continue straight on from this point.
Should I fix/update what I've already written and (attempt to) make the writing a little better, or just move forward? (I feel like it's similar to when an artist looks at a drawing they made long ago & thinks, '...My skills are different now. I could draw that better this time around.') Please let me know what you think, anyone! Your feedback would be greatly appreciated! <3
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tessetc · 1 year
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@wave-doodles made this A. MAZ. ING fanart for @avaleon and my fic Pucking Around
It's soooo awesome!! Arthur's little smirk kills me!!
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everydayyoulovemeless · 10 months
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[Valentine Idolizes You]
➼ Word Count » 0.5k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Headcanons based on how Nick treats you once idolized.
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Starting off with the basics, he's gonna wanna hire you. He'll even offer you his bed in the agency, it's not like he sleeps in it anyway. You, him, and Ellie are gonna be the greatest group of detectives in the Commonwealth. Ellie can hold down the fort at home while you and Nick go solve mysteries.
If he hasn't seen you for more than 2 weeks, then, depending on how many cases he's working on, he's gonna go looking for you. He doesn't wanna come across as overbearing, but he's so concerned about losing you, he honestly can't help but want to ensure that you're alright.
That being said, he's always gonna be there for you. You need someone to talk to? Head on over to Nick's place, you were there for him with Winter and he'll gladly be there for you.
Expect a lot of moments where the two of you just sit in comfortable silence. Him looking over case files and you tinkering with your weapons.
Nick—especially around the holidays—will light a little campfire somewhere in the agency and the three of you (you, Nick, and Ellie) will just sit around and talk. It's one of his favorite past times. Just a nice, comfortable moment to take a breath and celebrate yourselves for all the work you've completed together.
Nick will be one of, if not the, most honest person you'll ever come across. He might soften it a bit but Nick will still tell you the truth, whether it's hard or not. He doesn't think he has it in him to keep something from you.
Nick has a habit of quoting pre-war media because he knows you'll understand the references.
If you have the Mysterious Stranger perk, he'll occasionally sit you down in his office and confide his findings with you. He wants to know what you think about him and every detail involving your interactions with the stranger.
Nick is naturally a more serious and sarcastic person, but he finds that he smiles a lot more when he's with you. Nothing big, but nothing too subtle either.
Whenever you meet someone new, Nick likes to interrogate them. He's like a dad in that sense. Again, he's worried he'll come off as overbearing, but he wants to make sure you're not being taken advantage of.
The kind of guy who teaches you how to tie a tie.
If you agreed to stay with him and Ellie at the agency, then he'll frequently ask if you want to go on walks with him around Diamond City. Domestic things like this make him feel at peace, especially when it's with someone he cares about.
Nick really likes to play blackjack with you and, unless you have a crazy good luck stat, he'll win every time. He, at the very least, isn't prone to bragging. It's one of the pros of playing any competitive game with him.
It’s hard to find, but when he can he’ll make you a cup of coffee. He technically doesn’t need it, but he can remember how much human Nick liked it, and you probably deserved it.
On days that aren't busy, Nick will turn the radio on and you’ll teach each other how to dance to certain songs until Travis mentions something that seems sketchy enough to look into.
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vatnalilja · 1 year
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Golden | Deacon/Female Sole Survivor or Reader | Fallout 4
The Sole Survivor has saved the Commonwealth with the help of the Minutemen and the Railroad, but with life starting to resemble something normal, is the Sole Survivor ready to move on?
Without the Institute as boogeymen, Deacon also finds himself without a grand purpose for the first time in a long while.
Lacking constant, dangerous distractions, these two best friends start to realize they may mean more to each other than they initially thought.
An explicit reader-insert story written in Twine that allows the reader to provide a name, pronouns, and appearance variables, which are then peppered through the story.
3rd Person and 2nd Person POV options available in addition to pronoun options.
Only fem body for now. Working on adding neutral bodies to all my fics.
Should look good on any device.
This is also on AO3 in a generic Sole Survivor version (she/her), 3rd Person POV Y/N version (she/her), and a 2nd Person POV version:
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sassenashsworld · 10 days
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LMFAOOOOO
Heaven Sent, Heaven Damned
Mango_Lioncat
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callmewisteria · 8 months
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Something Borrowed (At The Precipice Of Something New Chapter VII)
The Railroad (read: Deacon) infiltrates Covenant? The Atom Cats, Vadim, and Cait talk shit about the Diamond City government? The Filmore family grapple with the aftermath of Quentin's incident with the Coursers? Nora and Preston character studies? Glory barely tolerates MacCready and Hancock?
Lots in this chapter, read it on AO3, ff.net, and/or wattpad!!!
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grumpymirelurkqueen · 11 months
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Request are open !!!
Hi you ! My request are open. I write headcanons, one shot and react.
The Fandoms I write:
Fallout 3/4/NV
Ninjago (My hyperfixation is back!! )
If you want, you can also request hc's on my OC's no problem with that.
English is not my first language, be nice to me!
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cmishwrites · 2 months
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Still alive
I’ve been sick, stressed, dealing with family emergencies and to top it all off, I seriously fucked up my knee. Haven’t touched the fanfics in over a week, feeling guilty about it, but sometimes I have to focus on rl instead of fiction. Oddly enough I started rereading my heart projects. It’s like a comfort thing.
I forgot how much I love those stories, those characters. It’s like coming home to old friends. I’ll try to get back to the fanfics here soon. I haven’t forgotten Cal or Rowan, their stories are still living in my head.
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baddieladdie · 1 month
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On Love & Loss
For mature audience, TW: Grief, Fear, mild gore
Chapter 2 - The Paladin [Chapter 1 - The General]
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POV: The Armored man
Paladin Danse stares dumbly at the unmoving body.
The blow certainly was not enough to kill her, but it was more violence than his reconnaissance mission required. The woman's arm was bent poorly, more than broken. Even with his untrained eye, he knew the protruding bone needed a higher standard of care than what a wasteland ‘doctor’ could provide. The medic on the Prydwen, Knight-Captain Cade, would be amply prepared to effectively heal her arm. It wasn’t standard practice to bring advisories onboard, but after causing such an injury….It would be unconscionable to leave the woman here. 
He bends down stiffly, scooping his arm gently under her head and waist. She was so thin…no wonder she folded like washi paper. Lifting her was akin to picking up a bunch of grapes.
“Where are you taking Nora?” A meek voice asked. Danse looked up to see a quite small child step out of the shed. Six more little, frightened faces watched from the edge of the shed.
Danse wasn’t great with kids, he rarely saw any. But he could at least look them in the eye. He gently lowered the woman’s limp body back to ground, stained with her blood. The Paladin removed his helmet, revealing tired brown eyes and scraggly 5 o’clock shadow.  “The General is hurt. I’m taking her to the Prydwen for Medical Attention,” his voice flat and robotic from years in the service.
“...You hurt her.” The brave girl's voice shook, the other six watched him nervously. 
“I-I know.” An unexpected pang of guilt seized in his chest. “What were you doing with the General?”
“The General?” The child asked, staring at the motionless body. “You mean Nora?”
“This is the General of the Minutemen.” He gestures to the body. “What were you doing here?”
“Nora doesn't like it when adults call her General. Only strangers call her that. And Nora told us not to talk to strangers.” The girl shrunk nervously.
A younger child, a little girl perhaps based on the dirty pale rose dress she wore stepped out of the shed. “She was taking us to Sanctuary, to meet our new Mummies and Daddies! Some Mommies and Daddies lost their babies, like Nora did. She says there are playgrounds, and farms, and um…” The girl pauses, searching for the word.
“And a rest-aur-aunt!” A young boy struggled to pronounce the unfamiliar word. “It’s a place where food is made for all families. Everybody gets to eat! And it’s super tasty.”
Danse looked down at the body beneath him. The arm he had broken. The blood from her head soaking into dry soil around her. A haunting, bloody halo. It was then he understood why she wasn’t cooperating with his questioning. 'Nora' was drawing him away from the shed, protecting the children she was trying to save after losing her own. She didn’t stand a chance. She wore her vault suit and not much else. In her place, he wasn’t sure he could have shown the same bravery to stand up to heavily armored man and a vertibird crew.
Danse sighs heavily and fastens his helmet back on. He radios in a brief report and instruction to the pilot and turns his attention back to children who were beginning to gather outside of the shed to stare with a mix of curiosity and fear.
Scribe Haylen clambered out of the vertibird with an armful of adult ear protection. Vertibirds weren’t commonly used to bus about children. Today, they’d have to make due.
“Human children,” Danse cringed at himself briefly. “Haylen will provide you each with ear protection. The Brotherhood of Steel will complete your journey to Sanctuary.”
“But how will you do that? It’s almost night time.” A child asked.
“We’re going to fly you there!” Haylen chimed, pointed at the vertibird behind her.
“You mean we get to ride in one of those things!” The little girl exclaimed.
“You bet, now put these on!” Scribe Haylen leaned down, stretching the adult ear protection over the young boy's ears.
Paladin Danse observed his loyal scribe struggle and succeed in preparing the children for their first Vertibird ride. He took a mental note to record her actions for a future commendation. His armor clambered loudly as he walked back to the General's limp body. Danse slid his arm under Nora’s head and waist. Her head rolled back against his steel forearm the moment she was lifted off the ground.
“Danse! Be careful!” Haylen scolded, boosting the last of the children onto the Vertibird.
“Right, right.” Danse more carefully supported her head and mindfully watched her limbs swing with his every step. "Scribe, remain with the children in the passenger area. I'll take the General to sit up front with the pilot."  Better to avoid further traumatizing the children with the damaged body. He also hoped to avoid any further questions by the settlers in Sanctuary. Haylen can drop off the children with some excuse along the lines of Brotherhood support in the Commonwealth. Then, we'll return to the Prydwen. Elder Maxson will need an update on the situation. Now that was a conversation he was already dreading...
Also posted on my ao3!
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