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The last one was like him being "uh... Can I ask you a few questions for a survey?"

Still makes me giggle.

I need. Images of MacCready. Reblog this with your favorite picture of MacCready PLEASE

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^ this.

He steals because he had to. It was either take it or he might not survive. It was demand more money for the job to make sure he wasn't taken advantage of.

"Traveling with you beats drinking myself blind in Goodneighbor". That's not a selfish asshole. That's a man who is out of options, and so down on his luck and himself that he passes the night away getting blackout drunk to likely forget the mistakes he's made and the failures he's been through.

But when he's lifted up? Travelling with a weirdo in a vault suit and just helping him out of the kindness of their heart? Yes it baffles him, but he's also been given this second chance at everything.

He may actively voice his dislike for giving things away, but honestly? It's probably to keep up his reputation after everything is settled in his life and he can live out of complete survival mode. (I'm talking like, besides raiders and shit. The basic survival needs)

i kinda don’t get people who characterize maccready as like… secretly generous, or having a heart of gold or anything. like don’t get me wrong i don’t think he’s downright malicious or anything, but the dude is absolutely a selfish jerk once you get past the charming facade. that’s the part that’s compelling!

like, he’s nice enough and open enough with the player once you get high enough affinity with him, but his reactions to player actions still point to him being a jerk overall. the sosu just happens to be in His Circle of people he can be vulnerable with. that includes you, his son, and maybe daisy. everyone else can kick rocks, the same way it was in little lamplight

he HAD to grow up with that kind of “us vs the world, every man for himself” mentality in the capitol wasteland. doing so otherwise gets you killed or taken advantage of, which is just protracted death anyways. having grown up in a place where slavers run rampant, people are all pushing each other further down just to boost themselves up and live one more day, and it’s literally impossible to make renewable food sources because the ground is so poisoned i genuinely don’t blame him for ending up a little tight fisted. the fact that he was the mayor of little lamplight just meant that he ended up being able to accept a few people as His To Protect instead of being a total lone wolf.

the way he reacts to the players open generosity isn’t just for show, he Actually Dislikes when you give stuff away without expecting anything in return. you might need that thing and now its just gone!! that person might see you as a sucker! you give an inch and they’ll take a mile! and it makes sense for his character to be like that considering everything. i don’t get why people want to change that into him just being kind of tsundere.

i understand that having your babygirl blorbo comfort character be a canonical asshole in ways that aren’t just kinda charming can be offputting, but like…. the way he treats the sosu is a very notable exception to the rest of his life & it’s a much more interesting dynamic imo. especially if you’re playing a goody two shoes martyr. but that’s just me

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I'm here.

I love my fictional boys. Don, RJ, Sharky. The trio of buffoonery

And I love my cat too. Here's a pic of him

His name is Noodles. He's very cuddly and knows when bedtime is.

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My moots and followers, I am sorry for the radio silence from me. Things have been stressful and busy to the point where I've been sleeping a ton just to keep my energy above Dead.

But things are happening at least! I'm in the process of buying a house, and figured out the numbness in my arm is carpal tunnel, so I now have a splint to wear at night. It's like wearing a door, but as long as it helps.

I'm also looking to transfer out of this lab. I have an interview this coming Friday and it can't come soon enough. My boss is so gd toxic and I can't stand to work for him anymore. And that's the very mild version.

But I haven't stopped thinking about writing! All of my little kids (meaning my fics hehe) are still loved, I just don't have the energy to get to my keyboard much for jotting down words.

Also I still think of you guys too! I see you! I'm flinging little confetti hearts in your direction!

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has your oc been abandoned?

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For my Band of Brothers friends that may need a dose of Veronica/Don.

Veronica's brows furrowed a little, but with a small kiss on her cheek and a slightly sad smile, she watched Don step away from her, the immediate group, and eventually off to a small walkway by himself. Though she kept her eyes on him until he turned a corner and out of sight, she smiled when the group started laughing about something she didn't hear. He had said he needed air. She was confused. They were outside.

More congratulations were said to her. More questions on if she was surprised by the wedding, or if she was upset that it wasn't planned with her involved.

"We're with family," she responded. "You're our family. I can't be mad to be married in front of the rest of Easy."

Veronica didn't care about approval, and it was a perfect time to step away to catch up to Don. Once she started down the small path, she heard Nixon subtly steer the men away and let them mingle on their own to leave her be. Crowd murmurs died out quickly the further she walked, and found him not far from the corner's turn. She stood there. She watched him.

Watched him pinch his eyes, sniff audibly, and let out a sigh.

"Don," she said lowly.

"Hey, love," he replied quietly, almost shakily. His arm rested around her when she gently tucked herself to him.

She felt a kiss to her hairline. And didn't care that the medals on his chest pushed into her cheek.

"What are you thinking about?"

Another sigh. He rubbed her upper back. "I don't know what to feel," he eventually said. "And that sounds bad."

"Tell me."

"This is the happiest day of my life so far. And I am happy. But I can't help but think about.. the ones who should be here."

"Like Skip and Penk."

"And Hoob. V, I've wanted to do this for a while. Marry you, I mean. I just... I wanted them to be here too. Everyone who we were close to." His voice dropped to barely a murmur. "Everyone we lost."

Veronica was quiet for a moment. She took a moment to sweep her hand along his back before she spoke.

"They are here, Donnie."

"How do you mean?"

"Think about it. Today was beautiful. The sun was warm, but we aren't sweating. There's a breeze coming off of the lake in front of us. Everyone here was able to be with us for this very surprising day." She angled her head to look up at him. "They are here. They made sure that we had a beautiful day."

She tried to read his expression, to see what he may be thinking. And a few rubs on his back to encourage him to reply. Instead, he pulled him fully into his embrace. Veronica easily sunk into it, and didn't care at all about how tightly he held her.

"You're right," she heard him murmur. "I didn't think of it like that, but you're absolutely right."

She smiled. It gave him comfort and she was happy to give it to him.

"I love you, Don."

"I love you too, V. So, so much"

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have you heard about Google notebook lm? You can input your fanfics and it gives you an ai generated podcast summary about the fanfic. It's pretty cool!

I have not, and I'm cautiously intrigued.

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Mine is sort of a mix between angst and happy.

Angst cause to me they symbolize "one for him, one for Dunc" if things go sideways and he has that control. I hc that he adds a third for my OC Em as a way of him including her in his family and his disaster plan.

But happy as time goes on and he has a family, though a little larger with more kids and that sense of community, he finds his hat (he hadn't been wearing it for years at this point, maybe they moved to the Midwest, I haven't decided) and remembers putting the rounds in there. Has that bout of introspection, and knowing his life has changed for the better. And takes them out. He doesn't need that Plan B anymore. He doesn't have to have that burden of being the only one to defend his family anymore.

And he's relieved.

So did RJ keep 3 bullets in his hat while Lucy was alive? What are our thoughts chat

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where was your first job?

Fast food service (McDonald’s, Burger King, Wendy’s, ect.)

Restaurant service (waiting tables, dishwasher, ect)

cashier/bagger at grocery store

life guard

I’ve never had a job

other (put in tags)

(Im currently trying to get my first job and I’m curious what the most common first job is)

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This does remind me that I want to do a Joker/Shepard longfic with a brand new Shepard. So I'll have to design her. Which is fine. Gives me something to play with

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just cuz I'm curious

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Idk why I'm fixated on Bastogne for the pair lately but here's a small thing under the cut. A leedol WIP if you will.

"Ronnie?"

Veronica's eyes opened at the soft call of her name, and moved to poke her head out while her brain caught up that she was now awake. She blinked a couple of times to see Roe crouched down, and a concerned expression dominated his face as he slightly wrung his hands.

"What's wrong, Gene?" she asked hoarsely, then coughed to clear her throat.

"Heffron is having a hard time since the patrol. I think he'd be better if he stayed with you for the night."

"Julien hit his pretty hard, didn't it..."

"Yeah."

"Hang on." She ducked back under the snow covered canopy and gently poked Don. "Hey. Is it okay to make room for one more?"

He barely woke up, mumbled some form of "yes" that Veronica didn't bother to ask for a repeat, then tried to pull the blanket to cover his exposed side. Veronica told Gene it was fine, then poked Don again.

"Don, wake up just a little, I need more blanket."

"Are you cold?" he asked, his eyes still closed.

"That's the norm here, genius, but Babe is coming. We need to make sure he gets some covers."

"Mmf.. Alright."

She waited. Don snored softly again, but she waited. The snap of a few branches felt like they echoed around the forest, but whether they were stepped on or had become a result of gravity and snow, Veronica didn't know. She didn't care to look. Malarkey had turned slightly to his side, and his arm snuck around her waist as he slept, but she was determined to be there when Babe came.

And with the soft crunch of boots on snow, and the broken tone of "Sarge?", she knew it was him.

"It's okay, Babe," she said quietly. "Come in on the right side, there's a spot for you, and I'm here for you."

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Maccready😋

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reblog to call prev cute :3

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Seeing the surge in MacCready posts makes my heart happy. Maybe I can write SOMETHING DOWN?

ANYTHING?

Please!