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lizardperson · 2 months ago

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the trouble with eyebots

[on ao3]

fandom: fallout new vegas characters: mags the courier, arcade gannon, ed-e rating: t wc: 782 prompt: #fff301 what happened here for @flashfictionfridayofficial

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Early morning in Freeside - the only time this place was at least somewhat quiet. The gamblers and drinkers had finally gone to bed, and most of the normal townsfolk hadn't started their day yet. Which meant, this was the only viable opportunity for a little walk without stumbling into a random brawl or getting asked if you could spare some caps - Arcade's favorite time of day.

Or at least this was the case most mornings, in theory - right now the peace seemed already over, and he heard a commotion coming from an alleyway. Yelling, which wasn't unusual for Freeside, and then the characteristic ZAP of an energy weapon - which definitely was unusual. The people here who could afford ranged weapons generally preferred normal guns.

Arcade pondered for a second what to do - the smart thing would be to return in the direction he just came from, and not get involved in what was probably some thugs fighting among themselves. On the other hand, he was a doctor still… Sighing, he stepped into the alley. Time for bad decisions.

Before he could even make it to the actual scene of action, he once again heard the zapping noise, followed by loud cursing, then two wastelanders rushed towards him. Instinctively, Arcade held up his hands - he would really love to not get mugged this early in the day - but they didn't pay him any mind and just pushed past him, still loudly swearing. Frowning, he looked after them for a moment, before turning his attention towards the source of all the zapping.

"You can't be fucking serious," he murmured to himself, stopping dead in his track, open-mouthed staring at the floating sphere. Was this a damn eyebot? Here, in Freeside? Fuck.

A moment later Arcade pulled himself together when his view fell on the apparent owner of the bot, sitting on the ground, back to the wall, pressing a piece of cloth on a bleeding cut on their forearm.

"What happened here? …wait, no, stupid question, forget that." His doctor brain finally kicked in, and he kneeled down beside them. "You okay?"

They gave a weak thumbs up as an answer.

Arcade tried to grab the cloth, making them flinch. "Oh, sorry, I'm with the Followers," he explained, pointing at the patch on his arm. "A doctor. That seems quite deep, let me take a look."

The bot owner frowned, then nodded, holding the injured arm in his direction.

"Yeah, I think that needs a few stitches," Arcade declared after checking carefully. "Can you stand up?" Helping them up, he motioned towards the Follower's base of operations. "Come on, I'll get you to the Old Mormon Fort." Only now did he realize his 'patient' hadn't said a word since he got here. "You sure you're okay?"

They gave another thumbs up.

"You're not much of a talker, hm?"

Making a face, they shook their head.

"Wait, but can you talk?"

Another shaking of the head, and Arcade finally took a moment to look them over - worn-down mechanic overall, Mojave Express patch on the breast pocket. Pip-boy. And a pretty obvious scar on the side of their head.

"Huh. You're that Courier," he stated, getting a nod and a smile as confirmation. There had been some talk around town, and Julie Farkas had spoken about a 'pretty quiet' courier helping out over the last few days, dropping off random supplies and things like that. Apparently, they were 'really nice'.

After making their way to the Old Mormon Fort, Arcade lead them toward one of the medical tents. A few stitches were indeed all that was needed, which didn't take long.

"There, that should do it," Arcade announced, cleaning his hands.

The Courier gave the bandaged arm a probing look, then they started digging through one of their many overall pockets, pulling out a small notepad and a chewed-up pencil. After hastily scribbling for a moment, they held up the pad.

'Thanks :)'

"You're welcome," Arcade chuckled. "Oh, I'm Arcade, by the way. Sorry, my bedside manners aren't the best. Or so I've been told." There was a reason he usually stuck to research, and stayed away from the patients.

More scribbling. 'I'm Mags'

"Nice to meet you, Mags."

Reaching the end of his small talk repertoire already, Arcade awkwardly cleared his throat. "Anyway! I think you're all set. Just come back if that wound gives you any trouble… or if you need anything else patched up. That's what we're here for after all."

Mags grinned and gave another thumbs up, then they waved and made their exit. Arcade frowned and looked after them - and their damn eyebot. Something told him this wouldn't be their last meeting…

#fallout #fnv #fallout new vegas #courier six #arcade gannon #ed-e #mags the courier #flash fiction friday #lizardwriting

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junesbluenow · 1 month ago

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Vault Bot meets Nuka Girl and Pip Boy again

This was so fun to draw omg, I loved doing this

Any other fallout requests would be appreciated

#fallout art #fallout fanart #vault boy #pip boy #fallout au

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megmontana · 9 days ago

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The Odyssey - a Fallout Tale part 1

The power void of the institute is being filled, but not by the right people. With danger lurking around every corner, and life becoming hard by the day, the Survivor's family make a hard decision... but one they make together. Fair warning, this is... long lol. But enjoy!

Nora watched the Brotherhood patrol through her spyglass. They kept throwing nervous glances upward in their direction, but didn't seem to be interested in approaching. Good. Snapping the glass shut she turned to the Boson.

"How much longer until we can be airborne?" she asked.

In the accent of a 18th century sailor, the Mister-Handy - programmed to be a Boson aboard the replica ship - replied curtly

"With current progress and fusion charge, approximately 76.5 months, sir."

It gave a jaunty salute and puffed away towards the mast, where several protectrons - programmed to be sailors - were trying and failing to repair several cracks. Nora rubbed her temples.

This was a terrible idea.

There was a loud creak and the hatch to the hold opened up with a thud. An incredible dust-covered Danse emerged, holding Shaun under his right arm like a sack of flour. His tense expression faded when he saw Nora.

"Well, some good news. The thrusters below deck are in perfect shape."

Shaun piped up after pulling cobwebs from his mouth.

"But we're going to need a lot more fusion cores."

Nora couldn't help but grin at the sight of them. They were so covered in dust and cobwebs that they looked like mummies from a pre-war horror flick. Attempting to stifle a grin, but looking more constipated instead, she asked

"Is there a way we can use an alternative power source? I think a fusion generator might fight down there."

Dance nodded.

"That would work, we'd still need a decent stockpile of cores - but not as many."

"Good plan."

There was a massive hissing and firing of Pistons and a massive Sentry Bot rolled towards them, the deck creaking beneath it's treads. A tiny Captain's head sat precariously on the robot's head.

"Greetings, crew. Fine morning for sailing!" he said as he 'strolled' down the deck and past Danse and Shaun.

A gust of wind blew across the deck and sent several scrap papers flying, the ship lurched from it's standpoint in the top of the skyscraper and Nora grabbed the railing nervously. Danse was gripping Shaun in a bear hug and backed up against the mast. After the wind passed, they both laughed nervously.

"Oh boy…." Nora murmured as she looked over the railing and into Boston below.

Once upon a time, this had been a bustling metropolis. Her home. Now, there was an 18th century ship lodge into the top of one of it's skyscrapers, high above a nuclear wasteland. And they were going to fly it.

Nora insisted on sleeping in the Captain's Quarters. If they were going to be stuck there for a good while, they might as well get use to it. Of course, the Quarters of the ship were a lot nicer than most accommodations in the commonwealth at that point. There were no holes in the roof, the bed had sheets, and so far all the spiders they'd evicted had been smaller than grapefruits.

Cramming as many cots as possible into it however, had proved an ordeal in and of itself. At one point they'd managed to trap Nick in the Quarters for a full five hours because of how stuck one of the beds had become in the doorway.

That night, as she tossed and turned, Nora scanned the almost pitch-black bunk room. The sleeping shapes of her family could be seen in various stages of repose in their assigned cots. Except Nick, who was playing a hologame on Nora's pip-boy in the far corner and acting as a night light for Shaun.

In spite of her stress, she smiled and wrapped an arm around Danse's sleeping form.

"Nora, wake up. Now." She sat, bolt upright, and turned to Danse.

His face was pale and his eyes were wide.

"They're here."

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT.

Nora had done everything in her power to keep the brotherhood away.

Hell, the entire reason they were flying the boat away was to keep Danse, Shaun, Nick, and Curie safe.

She thought Maxon had agreed to forget about Them. They'd had a deal. But now...

A lone figure in Brotherhood T-60 power armor stood at the base of the skyscraper below them, gesturing up at them with a incredibly complicated-looking gun. Nora couldn't hear what, if anything, the person was saying. Their gestures definitely weren't friendly, though. Even in the darkness of night, she could see the headlamp on the armor swinging around wildly.

The synths had been stowed away below-deck where Nora knew they were safe. The robotic crew were running amuck and setting up cannons as Ironside's guns glowed red in anticipation.

"It is an honor to defend our country!" his robotic voice boomed. Nora leaned over the railing.

The power-armored figure was still standing there. The headlight was flailing about. If they'd wanted to shoot at them, wouldn't they have done so already? Her mind began to race, but before it could get further than a sprint it stopped completely.

Whoever was in the power armor was standing completely motionless, yet the helmet was spinning in circles - sending the headlight spinning like a klaxon light. It was a very obvious attempt at getting their attention. Too obvious.

She held up her hand to the crew.

"Stop. I'm going to go down and see this."

Descending in the little rickety boat, Nora took inventory. She just had her ten millimeter pistol with her, and whoever this was had some sort of gauss minigun on them.

If they wanted a fight, there wasn't much of a chance she'd get a good shot. Finally landing on the asphalt below, Nora tumbled out of the boat and ran towards the figure. Slowing to a walk, Nora was shocked when the helmet stopped spinning and the person inside chirped out a greeting.

"Top o' the morning! Took yer sweet arse timing getting out, didn't you?"

Nora's stomach dropped into her shoes before righting itself.

"Cait!? What the hell are you doing in there? We thought it was an attack!"

"Nah, just little o'l me. I stole this suit of armor when the Paladin inside was takin' a dump by the Swan Pond."

Nora pressed her palm to her forehead. Cait. Good old Cait.

"Wait, Cait."

"Yeah?"

"What the hell were you doing with the helmet just now?"

She couldn't see Cait's face, but judging by the tone in her voice, Nora knew she was smiling broadly. Cait set the massive gun on the ground before she reached up with the armor and just slightly clicked the helmet to the left.

"Watch this!" she said

The helmet began spinning in a circle again. Nora blinked every time the headlight hit her face. She considered herself almost an expert in all things power armor, especially with Danse at her side - but this…. this was new.

Cait's giggling sounded ridiculous coming from the voice modulator. "Is everything good down there?" a voice shouted down from the ship.

Nora waved her arms and did an exaggerated 'thumbs up' gesture towards the ship - which looked small from here. Hopefully they saw that

The next morning was bright and clear - with a sky as blue as Rudolph-the-Quantum-Stag's glowing nose. The ship was bustling with activity now, and the suit of stolen power armor was parked near the stern of the ship, providing a counterweight to one of the sails.

Cait's little adventure yesterday had yielded more results than just the armor though.

According to her, there was a stash of fusion cores down in the basement of a post office on a street not far from Swan's Pond. Most things in the city had been picked over at this point, but things close enough to danger had been avoided.

"It just seems suspicious" Danse said over breakfast "That there just happens to be a pile of fusion cores just laying there in a post office of all places."

"He's not wrong." Nick added. "It's a little too convenient."

Nora noticed that Cait and MacCready were oddly quiet. She had other things to worry about though. Today they were putting together that fusion generator in the belly of the ship.

"I'm getting that list out today, General." Preston said.

Nora nodded "Good."

According to the Pre-War terminals, the USS Constitution at it's height would have boasted a crew of nearly five hundred people. Hopefully they'd be able to bring more with them, because if Nora's gut feeling was right - this would be a one way trip.

Of course, that was the entire point.

The Prydwyn floated in it's place in the sky above the Boston Airport. She remembered how she'd felt when it'd come soaring overhead as she and Nick had left Fort Hagen so many years ago - she'd been amazed. Now she just felt a mix of annoyance and disgust.

Preston and the Minutemen were going to go around that day and gather up any settlers who wanted to join them. She did the math in her head as Nick and Danse debated the origin of the fusion cores. 37 settlements… each with about twenty people… ugh. She cringed. They might be able to cram that many people in the ship, but not for long. Of course, that's just assuming they all want to come with them.

She wasn't even counting Diamond City - she felt a smirk cross her lips as she remembered the riot the settlers there had thrown when the Brotherhood tried to take control. Moe Cronin's Swatters had proved pretty useful after they figured out you could launch a grenade like a baseball with them. The citizens of Diamond City would probably have fun with the Brotherhood.

Danse watched Nora descend into the hull of the ship, a bag of tools and scrap swung over her shoulder. A few settlers and a Mister Handy followed her down to help with the fusion generator.

The bustling ship made him a little homesick for the Prydwyn; the people running about maintaining the various aspects of the ship, the clamor of voices, and the occasional laughter. Unlike the Prydwyn, however…

He glanced over at the blimp. It reminded him a giant, glaring eye. Unlike the Prydwyn, the people here cared about him.

A weight suddenly slammed into Danse's back and almost sent him flying. He glanced down and laughed as Shaun looked up at him. The boy smiled broadly and asked

"Can we go down to the beach today?" "Not now, Shaun. It's a little dangerous for that." "Aw man."

Still, Danse picked the boy up and set him up on his shoulders. He knew Synths didn't really age, but he could swear the kid was taller than he used to be. Shaun giggled as Danse weaved them both through the throng of crewmen and into the cabin.

Nick and Curie were both leaned over the map table. A few centuries ago, someone might have been plotting a course across the sea here - but now they were trying to get across Boston.

Hopefully further.

Setting Shaun down, he scanned the various maps and charts that'd been pinned to the walls and tables of the cabin. Wind charts, weather graphs, most of it completely useless in their radioactive world.

Nick and Curie had barely acknowledged their entrance.

"If we go this route, we'll be directly over the glowing sea. I'd be fine but uh… most of the settlers might wind up with a green suntan." Nick said.

Curie nodded, her dark hair had gotten quite long and stood out on its ends. Danse mused that she kind of looked like one of the Mad Scientists who'd made her. She pointed to a dotted line on the chart.

"And zis would take us too close to ze Prydwyn." she said.

Danse came to stand between them. His green eyes scanned the chart before he noticed something.

"These buildings here are gone." he said. Then he dragged his finger along the map.

"When my squad came through, something huge had been walking through previously. We'd have a clear shot of the open if we managed to thread this."

Curie and Nick both smiled.

"We should send someone to scout it out, just to make sure." Nick added.

Danse had to swallow a dark feeling. His memories reeled back to when they'd arrived in the Commonwealth. Not Nora. Not Nick. Him and his squad in the Brotherhood. Once, those memories had been points of pride for him. All the ideals of the Brotherhood had been burning beacons in an otherwise meaningless existence.

Now they just felt rotten. Like a once-sweet fruit that'd hung on the vine for too long. All his obedience and training, all his loyalty, had gotten him nothing more than -

Maybe she was sensing his spiraling thoughts, because Curie reached over and patted the back of his hand.

"Don't you worry a bit. Soon, this place will be far behind us all."

She dramatically flipped her hair, making it stand up even further on it's ends. As if she'd licked a fusion core. Danse chuckled at the sight and Nick broke into guffaws.

It was a very odd feeling that these two were technically his siblings. A very odd feeling indeed. In all fairness - he and Curie's likenesses could be mistaken for siblings by any random human. Nick, however, looked more like he was related to a toaster. Or the Mechanist.

Before the existential dread could settle in, Shaun piped up.

"Can we stop at Nuka World when we leave? I want to ride a coaster!"

Many, Many hours passed.

It was nighttime again when Nora finally crawled out of the hull - covered in sweat, oil, and the filth of several centuries built up in a wooden ship.

Her jumpsuit now boasted a very large tear down the back. The crew who'd gone down there with her didn't look much better. But it was done, they finally had a fusion generator in the ship.

Now all they needed was those cores. She had a weird feeling that Cait and MacCready would know what to do about those.

That dynamic duo were currently sneaking through the alleys and cracks of the Boston Ruins, slowly making their way to Swan's Pond and the post office there.

MacCready's temple twitched with annoyance as Cait hummed the 'Mistress of Mystery' theme song.

"Not very stealthy, are you?" he barely whispered.

She stuck her tongue out at him over her shoulder before suddenly ducking behind a trash can, grabbing MacCready with her. They both froze as the tell-tale thunk of Power Armored feet strode towards them.

This Brotherhood Patrol seemed to be more hurried, however. They had several raiders tied up that they were dragging along with them.

"What the hell would they be doing with them?" MacCready whispered.

Cait shrugged.

The Brotherhood had slowly, but surely, grown in it's efforts in the Boston Commonwealth. Not in a good way.

Nora destroying the institute had been the greatest thing to ever happen to the region - hell, maybe to the world since the bomb's fell... but it'd left a power void in it's place. Any technology, Any medicine, the Brotherhood snatched up without regard.

Curie had been shot viciously by a brotherhood patrol while trying to patch up a trader on the route to Sanctuary. How they'd known she was a Synth was beyond any of them. Nick had almost been taken in Diamond city, the only reason he was alive was because the citizens there had thrown a riot to distract the tin cans trying to take him. He was still missing most of his left arm from a stray shot he'd received.

Danse… well. MacCready's heart always hurt a little bit when he remembered Nora dragging him back to Sanctuary after her fight with the Brotherhood Elder. He hadn't spoken for almost a full month after he arrived.

They both watched as the patrol vanished into the darkness. As soon as they were sure they'd vanished, the two ran ahead.

The air felt cooler, and MacCready knew it was because of the pond ahead.

Cait motioned for him to stay put as she stood up and glanced around. The streets were completely empty and eerily quiet. Finally, they made their way passed trash and debris and Cait started tossing aside molding trash bags and wooden planks, revealing a door hidden behind. It was so rotten it almost blended in with the brown bricks it was set in.

Yanking it open, the two of them slid inside.

At one point, it had been a Post office. MacCready knew from reading old books and terminals that a Post Office was where people went to Mail things.

Or at least, they used to.

It seemed oddly inconvenient to him - why not just hand the mail to a courier and call it a day? Besides, He knew couriers could make it through almost anything - yet there was still the remains of old mail on these shelves. Those pre-war mailmen must not have been strong stuff.

That was beside the point, though.

The room was filled to bursting with crap. Fusion cores. Ammo. Medical cases. Books. Clothes. Armor. All of it useful and all of it stolen. Mostly by him and Cait. He'd gotten especially good at stealing the fusion cores out of the suits of Power Armor whenever the knights weren't in them.

Cait liked to steal the cores with the Knight's still inside the armor. Apparently their terrified squeals gave her a "thrill" - whatever that meant. Either way, they had plenty of fusion cores thanks to their little hobby.

Cait grabbed a nearby duffle bag and shoved it into MacCready's arms.

"'Remember what Nora said. We'll need a fusion core for every 25 miles we want to go with that ship." she grabbed a bag for herself and began piling fusion cores into it. MacCready wondered just how far away would be far enough.

Nora leaned back in the Captain's chair, squeezing the bridge of her nose.

"How many fusion cores did they manage to 'find'?" she asked.

"One hundred and seventy five, Mum." Codsworth said.

Nora knew that Cait and MacCready had their little… hobby. But seriously how had they managed to steal one hundred and seventy five fusion cores and not get gunned down by the Brotherhood? She sighed. If the Brotherhood was trying to bait them into a trap…. It wouldn't work.

She smiled and got to her feet. The heels of her new boots clicked sharply against the wood floor below, now polished to a gleam. The walls had been painted a clean white, and they'd even managed to find glass for every porthole and window.

The ship lurched suddenly and Nora stumbled backwards, landing with a thump on her rear end back in the Captain's chair. The sheer amount of humans, animals, and others were weighing the ship down enough that it'd begun shifting from it's place on the skyscraper.

She stood once more and smoothed out her General's Uniform.

Time to set sail.

[Author's note - I recommend listening to 'Setting Sail/Muineira de Frexido' by the Chieftains for this next part. You'll thank me.]

Elder Maxon stood on the bridge and watched the trainees down below in the airport. Most of them had been recruited from Boston, and a few others from outside. They were a sorry lot. But he felt like they had potential.

If Boston was going to be returned to civilization, they needed many more hands on deck and feet on the ground.

He leaned against the railing and watched as one of the Knights drilled the recruits. Then, they all froze. The tiny figures on the ground were completely motionless. Maxon rubbed his eyes and looked again. They were all pointing and waving at something upward.

The roar of a massive engine filled the air and Maxon looked up just in time to see a ship sailing passed them, directly next to the Prydwyn. Sailing full, the flag of the Minutemen held high - it was the ship that'd been stuck in that Skyscraper for years now.

Knights, scribes, and all the Brotherhood alike flooded the decks to get a look at the ship as it flew by. A tiny place deep within Maxon's heart actually got excited to see the ship fly as well. He buried it under a scowl and glowered even further when he recognized the people standing on the nearest railing.

The Sole Survivor gave him a sarcastic salute with a tricorner hat held high above her head. The Ex-Paladin Danse also held his hand high, but he wasn't holding a hat. Fury bubbled up in Maxon at the rude gesture and he turned, opening his mouth to bark out an attack order.

Any sound he would've made however was drowned out by the din of voices from the knights and crew crowding around him and squishing him into the wall.

Nora watched as the Prydwyn grew smaller and smaller, and the buildings beneath the ship began to shrink away. She squeezed Danse's hand tightly.

"Did you seriously flip him off? I didn't think you had it in you." she said with a smile.

"Don't blame me. Cait taught me that."

"She's a bad influence on you."

The two laughed.

The engines roared and the ship lurched forward faster. The sky was beginning to turn shades of pink and red as the sun got low on the horizon. Soon, they'd be out of Boston.

#Fallout #fallout 4 #Fallout Odyssey #fo4 #fanfic #Yeah I know that last illustration isn't great but my cousin had a heart transplant yesterday so I'm running off very little sleep

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warm-concrete · 1 year ago

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A Girl, Her Guns, and Her Ghoul

Cooper Howard x Nora [ Set before the show's events ]

Cooper 'The Ghoul' Howard has followed dead-end lead to dead-end lead across the American Wasteland. He's been compiling a map; determined to find each and every damn vault until he gets in one that has the answers he needs.

But there's been one fatal flaw to his pilgrimage: he's been locked out of most e'ry fuckin' goddamned one.

After striking out of luck in D.C., not being able to locate one singular salvageable pip-boy in the whole of the Capital Wasteland, he now finds himself in Boston just as one lonesome, unlucky Vaultie crosses his path... and she appears to be wearin' just the thing he needs.

Chapter 1: Gonna Find Me a Bluebird Ao3 Link Here

Tagging those who commented on my original post (Hope y'all don't mind): @dramaticpandabear @gloomytk @ginevranights @runicarbiter02 @justme12200 @keialuma @ghoul-foolery @a-rogue-tiddy-bot

Intro below the cut...

The Ghoul

Climbing all them stairs up to the roof top, on the edge of whichever ruined city he’d found himself in, didn’t help Cooper Howard with the geographical difficulties he’d been having.

Sure, he was lost. But everyones lost in this damned wasteland.

Instead, his new vantage point allowed his gun-metal grey eyes to find a far better objective.

There was someone in the distance, down the street.

That wasn’t uncommon, of course, but in his initial assessment- picking between feed or foe, one little detail caught his eye. The Ghoul’s already taut skin stretched further as he smirked at the approaching silhouette. The figure of some critter was being illuminated by a faint radiation-green glow from their wrist.

Bing-o!

Even better, they were walking towards him- he didn’t even have to go hunting. Like a bullet, he corrected that thought: as if he hadn’t been on one long hunting trip, only spanning 200 odd years or so.

Cooper reigned in on his buck fever; his target was still too far for shooting so he waited and watched, hang-fire; planning his pinch.

As the shape got nearer an’ clearer Cooper came to understand this mark was some silly filly.

He groaned, looking to the darkening sludge of a sky, she was close enough now that he could see she was sporting his fucking colours. Blue and yellow: Wearing a practically good-as-new vault suit. Made sense, she must’ve got the Pip-Boy from its sour source. But why the fuck had she burrowed out?

Tilting his head, he watched as a trio of Ferals sprung up and cut dirt towards her. Maybe they’d do his work for him, save him some slugs. Teach the lost little lamb a lesson about wandering on your lonesome unprepared.

To his great surprise, she was slick as greased lightning with her draw. One after another, only needing one bullet each, they all fell limp to the floor before they could even dream of touching her.

The Ghoul raised his brow and let out a low whistle. So, the filly can shoot.

#fallout 4 #fallout tv series #cooper howard #the ghoul #fallout prime #cooper howard smut #nora fallout 4 #fotv #fo4 #female sole survivor #fotv fanfic #fo4 fanfic #walton goggins #walton ghoulgins

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oddity-artist · 5 months ago

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Yuhhh part two yeeeaah

He did something so utterly dumb of him to do...

It was only a mistake!! He wanted something important from Pip, something only Pip had! He didn't want to hurt them! He only wanted to live, be seen by the public again! Surely Crecent will understand! Right??

Well...

Let's just say he didn't take too kindly what he did to his sibling. Sure, it was only a dislocated foot from Pip tripping over after trying to run.. haha, yeah. He deserved it. But Crecent took it another step further.. destroying Dewdrop just didn't cut it. He wanted it so he didn't have a chance to be himself again.

So, Crecent, with how he hacked into the broken S.T.A.F.F. bots systems.. took one of the cleaners' motherboards and shoved it right into his head. And oh boy, it doesn't fit at all, but it somehow worked.

Dewdrop is now a Janitor bot, and the Forgotten Trio hasn't been messed with since.

Oh, uhh... here's some extra art too.

(Part One) <---here's part one

#art #my art #artwork #fnaf #sundrop #moondrop #daycare attendant #fnaf oc #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #crecent #starburst #pip #forgotten trio #dewdrop

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quitealotofsodapop · 1 year ago

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Because ive been watching the Fallout series on prime, I shall share my Fallout player characters;

Fallout 3/Lone Wanderer: Calfuray Cole.

Vault 101's chaplin and extreme optimist. Has Morel Orel-level's of belief in people no matter how terrible the world seems. Her father, James, specifically sought out Vault 101 to raise Calfuray in, as she had been born with a genetic mutation that worsened with higher radiation levels. By the time she manages to activate Project Purity, she's a dead ghoul walking. Doesn't do chems or drink - even though she tries. Most likely to be manipulated into being the idol of a cult centered around her.

Song Inspos: Anna Kendrick "Get Back Up Again" + Captain Murphy "Diciples".

Fallout New Vegas: "Hildegarde" aka "

Looks an albino deathclaw with ringu-style white hair. Towers over all other characters. Possible mutant and/or Think Tank experiment. Speaks only with the "Terrfying Presence" perk. Ultimately believes that she must "be the bad guy" to force the people of New Vegas to unite and survive. Nevada cryptid. Responds violently to all Legion. Surprisingly, a friend to animals.

Song Inspos: Poor Mans Poison "Hell's Coming With Me" + 1 800 "Pain".

Fallout 4: Pivot-Blue "Blue" & DomUnique.exe

Variant of my Pivot oc - this one being a RobCo collaboration between Pivot's creator/"Father" and General Atomics to create a Nanny/Babysitter bot. Pivot-Blue (or just "Blue" as Piper calls them), was a baby shower gift to Nate & Nora to take care of Shaun while the new parents returned to civillian life. When Sanctuary Hills residents were corralled into Vault 111, Blue was mistaken for a missing assigned Vault resident and taken inside. Nate and Nora put Blue into "Sleep Mode", and told them to wait until someone came to get them. Blue witnessed Shaun's kidnapping, and once managing to "shut off" Sleep Mode, decided to try and find their charge + learn how to enact vengance for their adoptive-parents. Meets a sentient AI named DomUnique.exe ("Dom") who's been trapped in a Pip-boy replaying holotapes for the past 20+ years. Dom is Blue's built-in guide to the Wasteland + rude dialogue option that lives in their wrist. Blue has no idea how to approach the Human-Synth issue in the Commonwealth as they are a pre-war bot made to look and feel humanly as possible, and is suffering from Pinocchio syndrome. Dom doesn't care ("Pfff! Who needs a body? I'm all digital ba-by!") and openly mocks the issue. Blue ultimately wishes to help people, while Dom just wants to make sure Blue finds better music.

Song Inspos: Blue; Sarah Stiles "Drift Away" + Ray Charles "I Can't Stop Loving You". Dom; KIRA & Hatsune Miku "Digital Girl" + the entirety of Macintosh Plus - "Floral Shoppe".

EDIT: Added song inspos

#fallout #my ocs #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas #fallout 4 #fallout spoilers #pivot oc #dom oc #calfuray oc #hildegarde oc

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aggietoonie · 6 months ago

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Pip-Boy BOT Poster!

A gift for

[ @chulipexe ]

#art #my art #digital art #fanart #fallout #artists on tumblr #vault boy #vault tec #fallout boy #AI 152-1 #152 1 #152-1 #152 #vault boy bot #vault tec bot #pip boy #pip-boy

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444namesplus · 2 years ago

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alcoholicguns · 2 years ago

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Tag game - current

I was tagged by @brodudemanbroski !!1!1!

Current time: 1:22

Current activity: Bullying hellpark bots on character.ai and texting my boyfriend......!1!1!1!

Currently thinking about: WHY MY MOBILE DATA ISNT WORKING THOUGH I HAVE TOP UP AND MY ETSY PACKAGES THAT CAME AND I AM NOT THERE TO OPEN THEM 💔

Current favourite song: Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen, and like my 1658 song playlist 🙄

Currently reading: A bunch of manga's i bought in Polish, A dip story i bought from otaku republic and my boyfriends wattpad fanfic 🤞😈

Currently watching: Episode 201 on some illegal website, Heathers (movie and musical..), Be More Chill and Ride the Cyclone.. Multitasking so real

Current favourite character: Estella, Rebecca, Mark, Pocket, Pip, Damien, Christophe, Gregory, Gary, Leslie (sp), JD, Veronica, Betty, Pauline Fleming, Kurt & Ram, Martha, Heather Mcnamara (heathers obviously..), Jane Doe, Noel, Mischa, Ocean, Constance, Ricky (rtc), Michael & Jeremy (bmc) and Pavitr (atsv) and like many more but I forgot 😍

Current WIPS: 7 gregstophe au's, 9 dip au's, 6 rebstella au's, 8 market au's, 4 fanfics and 8 drawings..

Tagging: @punkzilla-xd @pipcorn SORRY GAYS I RAN OUT OF IDEAS ON WHO TO TAG..

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atombombskilledtheradiostar · 1 year ago

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Just got my first sponsor! This ad spot goes out to RobCo. Are you lookin' for top-o'-the-line defense machines? Or perhaps you need to better your terminal? Or, hell, maybe you just want a Pip-Boy. RobCo's got your back, with the finest in goods of both sentient and non-sentient technology. Personally, always thought of modifyin' one of them fancy Assaultron bots. You know the kind I'm talkin' bout when I say "Modifyin'", dontcha'll? I digress.

#fallout #character rp #robco #advertising

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thelovelybitten · 2 years ago

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vera’s first watch of south park — season four (part 5?)

I really need to not write so much but I need to for science

EPISODE 14:

is this another Christmas special

?????

PIP !!!

he’s so BABIE

AYO THAT THROW WAS PERSONAL

tbh not gonna pay too much attention to this one Imma be real

PIP DOING A JIG PLEASE

OH ESTELLA

pip receives dice cool ??

the set for london is rad

I wish my attention span cared abt this episode but I can’t be bothered it’s BORING

oh the cheating

I was reading other things SORZ

final act woo

oh there’s monkeys and men hanging to their death

and bunnies

oh bunnies are dead

old lady burned to a crisp and Estella loving each other alright the end

okay pog

EPISODE 15:

THIS INTRO JUST DOESNT MISS I AM TWERKING EVERYTIME

oh miss choksondik is back

BOT MANATEES

Wendy speaking facts

OH MY GOD NOT THE MANATEE SLAUGHTER

cartman getting away w anything is not surprising

but YO VITE BACK TO MANATEE TIME

EW CARTMAN THAT IS STRAIGHT BUTTER THAT IS DISGUSTING

CARTMAN GOING TO FAT CAMP AS THEY SHOULD

Mr.Garrison real for that

OH MY GOD THERE IS GUTS EVERYWHERE

I’m gonna vomit

GUYS DONT GET KENNY TO EAT IT

oh he’s gonna die from that isn’t he

THEY SLAUGHTERED SO MANY MANATEES IM UPSET

okay cartman let’s go 2 fat camp

OF COURSE KENNY IS SICK THE FUCK

KYLE STOP KENNY DO NOT EAT THAT

NO GROSS KENNY NO

y’all are so weird for this

Cartman feral fr

LMAO such a good scheme

WHAT

no fucking way

CARTMAN THAT IS NOT YOU

I know it’s not him I FEEL IT IN MY BONES

NO KENNY DO NOT EAT THAT DOG SHIT

THAT IS SO VILE

KENNY IS GONNA DIE OH MY GOD IM GONNA THROW UP STOP

KENNY IS NOT A PROSTITUTE

pop off chef

WHAT THE HELL LMAOOOOOO I’m crying

principal Victoria is NOT HAVING IT

I FUCKING KNEW IT

CARTMAN IS SO MANIPULATIVE

STOP MY BABY KENNY IS GETTING SO BEAT UP

KENNY IM SO SORRY BABY BOY IM SO UPSET

KENNY YOU CANNOT BE FOR REAL

EXCUSE ME WHAT THE FUCK KENNY DO NOT CLIMB INTO SOMEONES UTERUS ?’vbv THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE

and KENNY DO NOT GET ORAL SEX YOU ARE 8

OFC KENNY IS IN JAIL WHAT DID YALL EXPECT

KENNY’S PARENTS ENCOURAGING THIS IS SO FUCKED

oh they made fake cartman go into the uterus instead so slay

YO WHAT THE FUCK

fake cartman died big L

ANOTHER KID ?!?!

EPISODE 16:

IKE AND KYLE PLAYING BALL OMG

RAGING PUSSIES LMAOOOO

Kyle is doing the most to go to this concert

HIS DRAWINGS IM SO 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 HES really so cute okay

SHEILA AND GERALD ARE TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK

KENNY PLAYING WITH A FIRE TRUCK 🥹🥹🥹🥹 MY BABY

no CARTMAN DONT TELL KYLE TO CALL THE POPO WITH A FAKE MOLESTATION CLAIM

THIS IS SO BAD

OH MY GOD NO

OH SHITTTTTT

KYLE FUCKING SLAYING THE HOUSE DOWN CMON UNDERWEAR SHADES

THE KIDS BEING KIDS POP AWF

OLD TOWN ROCK N ROLL A BANGER

IKE NOT THE TOASTER

KYLES PARTY BE LIT AS FUCK

hc: kyles parties are always THE FUCKING BOMB next to the rest of the core four and Clyde

Clyde just knows HOW TO THROW A PARTYYY

Stan would get Shelly to boot for him

heck, Randy would do it too

Liane would for cartman

Kyle has a loophole w Stan as super best friends do

Kenny is the life of the party but can’t host shit bc of his family life FUCK

anyways back to the ep

NOT STAN GETTING SHELLY ARRESTED TOO

this is where this Stan dancing meme came from I see

LIANE HAVING A THREESOME LMAOOAOA

damn they really gettin everyone

GHOST TOWN

smiley town so real

BUTTERS <33

CRAIG IN HIS SPACE SUIT OH MY GOD IM CRYING HES SO CUTE

ITS SPACEMAN CRAIG

him making the noises as he walks away has me in shambles

KINDERGARTENER HOBGOBLINS

of COURSE CARTMAN IS MAYOR

Oh MY GOD KENNY IS DEAD

Pretends to be shocked

STAN AND KYLE SLAY

oh my god this is SO FUNNY

BUTTERS BROKE THE CAR

of course Wendy is on team stan she’s so real

Bebe on team cartman not cool

STOP IM CRINGING

ANYWAYS THIS EP WAS FUNNY

EPISODE 17:

LAST EP OF THE SEASON

and it’s a Christmas one. great

KYLE MANIFESTING MR HANKEY STOP

but him and Ike are so precious I can’t

STOP THEM SLEEPING ON EACH OTHER

perfect fucking siblings ON THE ENTIRE SHOW

parents putting them to bed 🥹

STAN IS ASLEEP KYLE PLEASE

KENNY HAS NO PANTS

the boys are disheveled I DONT BLAME THEM

I hate mr HANKEY with every fibre of my body

THE KIDS !!! cartman as Santa and the rest of the boys AS REINDEER 🥹🥹

Kenny as Rudolph 😭😭😭

snoopy cameo

BUTTERS MAKING THE CUTOUTS

OH HE ATE THESE

SO SLAY

BUTTERS ROBBED HE SLAYED THAT ARTS N CRAFTS

I cant be BOTHERED WITH THIS MUSIC NUMBER UGH

okay lion king ref

THE BOYS ARE SO CUTE

DREIDEL SONG SLAYED AGAIN

KYLE AND CARTMAN FIGHTING THIS ONE WAS ICONIC

wait they are demonstrating how the creators animate these shows !! THATS SO COOL

god I did not know this was stop action ?!?! FUCKING COOL

THEY MADE A WENDY CUTOUT THATS MY GIRRRRLLLL

okay KYLE W THE VOCALS

STAN’S CARTMAN IMPRESSION ATE

NO NOT KENNY

Style directors and writers as they should

OH NO

NOT THE FILM BURNING

WAIT THEY FIXED IT EPIC

WENDYYYYYY I LOVE HER

LMAO CHRISTMAS IS ABT PRESENTS REAL

END OF SEASON I MADE IT WOOOOO

gonna watch season 5 RIGHT AFTER DANCE

#faves: south park #viv watches #no bc kenny went thru too much in ep 15 #ALL THE KIDS GET AN L BC THEY KNOW KENNY WILL DO ANYTHING FOR MONEY�� DUDE IS POOR ASF #also the fucking episode where the parents are run outta town was so fun omg #ICONIC ME THINKS #anyways i gave season 4 a 7/10 ONLY BC OF THAT FUCKING WENDY AND CARTMAN EP #would have been an 8.5 but no. ruined it for me

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