#Dry Rock Gulch

[the-atomic-fig]

ready for a rootin tootin good time

[moxxie-joestar-1950]

YOU HAVE UNO meme but it's Vinnie cannoli & Jax

[Meanwhile at dry rock gulch before the war stars tomorrow & playing Ouija board with Joseph Joestar]

Loona: so young & warrior.

Striker: what happened to you Jacob seed #12?

Vortex: how many pickles that you can shove it up in your ass?

Jacob seed (real & not clone): wut da faq?

Jacob seed #12 (clone & ghost/sa'ahl) *moves the piece*

Millie: 9?!

Jacob seed #12: *moves it again*

Blitzø: 91!?!

Jacob seed #12: *moves the final one*

Moxxie: 9 & 10?!? *wheeze*

John seed (real & not clone): *laughing & crying* 9 & 10

Vinnie cannoli: you guys wanna play blackjack real quick? So I can draw it/record it & make that my post/upload today/tonight?

Jax: I don't have blackjack, so go fuck off.

Cannoli: *gets angry & walk to jax* EVERYONE has blackjack, dipshit. It came free with your fucking PlayStation.

Jax: I didn't get it. I have the oldest PlayStation known to man.

Cannoli: no you don't. I brought mine on day one, you fucking cunt/'tard!

Jax: well, mine didn't have it...

Cannoli: YOU HAVE BLACKJACK!!!! You fucking bitch/dick!

Jax: I don't have it you fuckin-

Cannoli: Ŷ̶̛̗͕̣̟̖͍̮̥͔͔͚̹̭̘̜͖͙͈͚̙̳͔͚̩̠̱̓̒̐̉͛͂̇̒͗̑̃̊̂͗͑͘͜ͅƠ̸̧̱̱͓͔̱̭͕͖̟͚̟̹̗͔̹̖̠̟̝͚̙̯̖͎̣͓̹̣͚͙̮̮͍̇̓͑͌̅̉̈́͑̆͆͑̊̅͆̉̅͠Ų̵̢̢̛̛̛̺̱̙̰͖̩͍̰͔̙̯͙̻̬̳͋͒͆̂̂̈̓̈́̍͛̄̔̎̔́͒̉̅̍͘̕͝͝ ̵̘̫͙͓̺̮̘̺̼̯̱͙̗̳̰͔̗̦̈́̆͒͛̍̅̎̂̂͜ͅḨ̵̛̥̰̺̊̓̓̂̑̏̆̔̉̇͊̎̒̽͊̈́̊̂̉͋̍͒͒̐́͑̓̎̚̕̕̕͝͝A̴̧̮̖̣̮͔̭̜̳̦̮̻̘͙̱͉̯͍̝̠̩̰̲͙̜̲̺̗̜̖̥̞͇̻̤̣͚̙̮͑́͗͗̓̀̌͐̂͑̇́͒̽̀̀͂̚͜͝͝ͅṾ̵̨̧̡̨̨̛̛̫͈̦͈̜̪̯̬̹̥͉͖̠̩͚̮͍̯̝͙̞̦̞̦͍̹͖̮̞̩̜̭̩͈̞̠̜͎͖͑̿̌̔͛͌́̑̓͗̔̋̈̓͘̚͜͠͝ͅȨ̴̡̧̢̣̝͇͉̘̜̣͍̯̜̪͍̘̞̜̱̣̅̑̋͐̊͘̚̕͜͝ ̶̧̨͇̫̠̥̦̜̯͉̯̞̥̙͙̫̻̘̺̦̾̽̍́̐̐̾̿̇̓̍̒̍̏̕̕͘B̷̢̨͎̠̗̜̹̰͓̮̮̜̯̲̘̪͈͓̱͎̱̬̊̈́͒͂̅͂̌̌͌̉̀͜͝ͅL̵̝͓̫̻̤̬̮̗̱̰̟͙̪͖̤͕̘̱̣̱̹̜̻͈̞͉͍̀̑̋̋̀̈́͛͌͌͊͌̎͒͒̑̀̈́̐͑́̅̓͆̀͌͋͂̕͘͝͠͠ͅÅ̶̛̟̩̫̭͕̹̘͓͎̱̫͇̽̈̄̎̐̄̽͐̈́̂͛̆́̔̅̋͒͛̿̎̐̏̀̽͘̕͠C̸̨͈̜͚̪̙̪͈̱̪̪̦̻̰̥̺̪̳̆͒̌͊̂̓̎̿̈́̈́̊͒̾́͛͊͊̊̂̐̑̅̉̀̈̆̚͘̕͠͝͝͝͝K̶̨̨̟̰̥͙̯̳̬̭̩̭̣̪̠͕̰̜̼̤̝̞͎̝͈̳̩̬̓̇̄̆͗̒̐͆̊̎̉̈́͒͌̀̀̄̓̀̋̌͂̏̇̃͆̚͘͘͝͝͝͝͝J̶̡̭͎̱̥̝͈̰̺̻͎͎̻͓̤̤̥͇̼̹͓͚͋̓͐͛͒̈́̀͆͗́̓̈́̐͋͘͝Å̸̧̳̦͍͉̗̟̰̎͐̓̽̃̋̉̅͂̎̀͘ͅC̶̢̧̧͙̟̞͓̜̤̺̭̘͉̭͉͖̼̗̟̞͙̟͖̱̻͓̰͈̤̹͍̪̞̤̩̩̣͎͉̞̙͚̖͑͂̌͗͂̏̃̀̿͗̀̽͌̇̉̑̏̽́̀̈́̾̕̚͜͝͝K̴̡̢̧̧̲̙͔̭̳̲͈̦̯̹̻͖͖̺̠̮͙̺͕̟̗͔͕̹̻͍̆̊͛̐͜͜!̸̧̢̛̱̰̞̠͔̭̮̖͈͙͙̲̫͎̤̮̠̝̜͇̦̩͇̠̙̺͈̮̣͎̿̎̈́̎̐͊͋̄̇̒͂͗͆͌̈́̀͊̋̽̈͘!̶̘͖͖͈̖͈̺̠̼̮͕̀̈́̋̌̉̂̿̄͛̔͗͗̌̑͆̿͊̊̇͌́̚̕̕͝ͅ!̴̧̡̢̻͔̹̯̖̻̲̻̫͖̻̟̹̪̺͚̬̯͔̜̳̟͈͔̜̣̠͇̫̻̦̙͒̋̋͒̃̔͆̽̂͒͒̔̃͆!̷̯̂͑̈́̉̉͒͑͊̈́̓̓͊̎̾̉̈́̐̎̆̿̀̎̾̽̌̾͐̕͘̚̕͘͘̚͝͝͝

Moxxie, Blitzø, Millie, Loona, Vortex, Striker, Blaze, Rouge, Nicole, Rabbot, Whisper & Tikal: *wheeze & laughing*

Jax: *gets angry too* I don't fucking have blackjack motherfucker!

Cannoli: GO ON TO THE ARCADE/NUKA-CADE & YOU'LL BE ABLE TO DOWNLOAD IT FOR FREE YOU GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKER!!!!

Jax: I DON'T HAVE TWO, I DON'T HAVE THREE, I DON'T HAVE FUCKING FOUR!!!!

Cannoli: IT'S A FUCKING GAMBLE CASINO/CARD GAME THEY DON'T EVEN CHARGE PEOPLE FOR IT!!!!

Jax: I DON'T HAVE SIX, EIGHT, NINE, TEN, OR ELEVEN, IT'S FUCKING BLACKJACK!!!!

Cannoli: YOU DON'T KNOW A GOD DAMN THING IT'S FUCKING BLACKJACK IT'S FREE!!!!

Jax: I DON'T HAVE BLACKJACK!!!!

Cannoli: IT'S FREE & IT'S FUCK!!!! *stops talking & runs to the exit*

Joseph seed (real & not clone): ...is this going on Tumblr/YouTube?

[Original video name YOU HAVE UNO but its jojo]

Like & reblog this if you're a HB fan, STH fan, FC5 fan, TADC fan, GG&C fan or both

[sniperdadmaccready]

he Hat Too Big For He Gotdamn Head

[tanlotts]

Haven’t gotten rid of my seasonal Nuka World brainrot so, I’m accepting Nuka World related drawing and writing requests 😋

[wasteland-wrecker]

Is there a story behind Toby's cowboy hat? 🤔

Yeah, you wouldn’t believe this, so he like… found this beautiful brown cowboy hat in Dry Rock Gulch… wore it… looked in a mirror… liked himself… and kept it on for the rest of his life.

(THERE’S NONE 😭)

[decahedrones]

MacCready is such a goofy goober, my Sole Survivor took him to Nuka World and he liked it when she roleplayed as deputy in Dry Rock Gulch. Lol.

[anonymouspuzzler]

more cally o'pia stuff because it's my blog and i can do whatever i want forever. below the cut is a very rough broad written timeline of How Things Shake Out In Da AU. i hope you enjoy, very dry timeline notes

>20 years ago…

The Psychic 7 (namely Ford, Bob and Cassie) raid a hospital that is performing lobotomies on psychics. In the resulting scuffle, Cassie impulsively rescues-slash-kidnaps one of the patients, a 10-12 year old boy, Caligosto Loboto.

Ford and Otto eventually reach an arrangement with Cal’s birth parents, convincing them not to press charges and to release Cal into their custody. They’re secretly quite happy to be rid of their troublemaking psychic child and to not have to face the consequences of the botched lobotomy attempt.

Cal is raised collectively by the Psychic 7 (minus Lucrecia, who’s already left for Grulovia by the time he arrives), becoming a powerful psychic, voracious reader and writer, an amateur tinkerer, and very much a next-gen hippie weirdo. He’s particularly bonded with Cassie, who stepped into a maternal and teacher role for him early on, so she takes the role of his legal guardian on paper and he assumes her surname, becoming Caligosto “Cally” O’Pia.

20 years ago…

The Psychic 6 have their fateful battle with Maligula. Cal, by this point a teenager, remains behind to watch the Gulch and keep an eye on the then-ongoing construction of the modern Motherlobe. He ends up finding Ford, mind shattered, wandering through the woods one night. Cal is unaware of what happened to him but keeps watch over him until the rest of the Psychic 6 - minus Helmut, of course - return from Grulovia.

Helmut’s funeral is held. Cal is particularly affected, especially seeing Bob’s subsequent mourning and breakdown - Cal looked up to the two as a model relationship and they helped him realize his bisexuality, so the incident gives Cal significant hang-ups around emotional intimacy and relationships.

Cal becomes part of the first class of Psychonauts agent trainees after the Motherlobe’s opening, alongside Truman (who he sees as a sort of cousin-slash-honorary family member).

Between then and Psychonauts 1…

Cal graduates and becomes an official agent, though by this point he’s already started becoming disillusioned with the Psychonauts mission, due to the continued breakdown of his family in the Psychic 6. He deliberately puts on an ineffective, slacker persona to avoid being put on missions, despite being a powerful and capable psychic. By the time Cassie leaves the Motherlobe, his role is primarily head janitor and semi-official steward of the Gulch. He also writes for True Psychic Tales under a pseudonym.

As his disillusionment grows and he becomes less trusting of the other Psychonauts for help and answers, he adopts the Loboto persona to go undercover unofficially. He’s especially looking for more information on Grulovia and Maligula, since he suspects he hasn’t gotten the full story from his family or the official press.

Cal befriends Oleander after the latter becomes an agent, eventually progressing to a tumultuous on-off relationship, which becomes something of an open secret around the Motherlobe. Each of their unaddressed issues, combined with assuming the worst based on the other’s unaddressed issues, makes each successive breakup worse and sabotages their secretly-mutual hopes for a serious lasting relationship. The big breaking point occurs when Oleander is badly injured on a mission (losing his eye and gaining his facial scar), making Cal panic over the idea of losing him like Bob lost Helmut; he encourages Truman to reassign him to Whispering Rock, which Oleander finds out about and takes as a tacit rejection-slash-lack of belief in him due to his own issues.

Shortly before meeting Oleander, Cal also has an extended affair with a married woman that he breaks off when she objects to him also seeing other people on the side. He remains unaware that he fathered a child through this affair.

Just before Psychonauts 1…

Oleander’s father dies, which causes him to finally snap and start up the Brain Tanks Plot. Having learned about Cal’s moonlighting while they were dating, he blackmails “Loboto” into helping. Cal agrees so he can secretly sabotage the project from the inside and attempt to keep Oleander safe.

Around the same time, Cal also gets a lead about the Delugianaries and infiltrates them as "Loboto". He begins to learn more about Maligula’s history with the royal family and the movement to reinstate the lost prince.

Psychonauts 1…

"Loboto" interferes as best he can with the Brain Tanks Plot without revealing his true identity to the other inmates, nor making it obvious to Oleander what he’s doing. He leaves massive openings on the psychic radio communications in hopes someone at Whispering Rock will catch them, stations Sheegor and Crispin to intentionally create weak points for an intruder, leaves the kidnapped brains out in the open to be recovered, and intentionally stalls debraining Lilli (to whom he’s an honorary uncle as Cal).

When Raz finally gets to the tower, Cal secretly trails him to make sure Raz can get to the top safely and unopposed. Once he does, Cal bails to return to the Rhombus of Ruin and continue his undercover work. Unfortunately, his boss there has figured out his true identity as Cally O’Pia, and blackmails him into kidnapping Truman by threatening his family (namely Cassie, Oleander and Lilli).

Rhombus of Ruin…

“Loboto” kidnaps Truman, and much like with the brain tanks, does everything he can to sabotage the plot without getting caught. This mostly entails poorly packaging Gristol’s brainless body, failing to dispose of the brain case, and capturing the Psychonauts after they crash rather than leave them to drown. Recognizing Raz and realizing he can excuse not “knowing” to put him under high-security restrictions the same as the other agents, he deliberately leaves Raz the means to navigate the facility via clairvoyance.

Raz learns of “Loboto’s” true identity from Oleander after rescuing him, and ends up using Oleander’s PSI-Portal to enter Cal’s mind. There, he sees the projected "Loboto" persona and meets Cal himself, who plots with him how to fake capturing “Loboto” and escaping in order to rescue Truman without giving away his betrayal. He will not give Raz information on his employers, however, still fearing for the others’ safety.

The Rhombus’ self-destruct auto-engages when “Truman” is released, to Cal’s horror. However, Raz and the agents are able to escape with their “captive”, though he still refuses to talk about his employers.

Psychonauts 2…

Sasha attempts to use a psychic construct to get the information out of Cal. It goes very, very poorly. However, Raz does manage to learn more about Cal’s backstory and get a glimpse of his boss and Maligula.

Sasha continues to attempt to interrogate Cal through the first part of the story, to no avail. After the Lady Lucktopus heist, Sasha’s forced to release him, and he returns to monitoring the Forgetful Forest. He drives away the psychic bees when Raz disturbs them, and Raz can talk to him about the undercover work as “Loboto”, his upbringing with the Psychic 6, and his apparent complicated relationship with Oleander. (There’s an optional sidequest where Raz can go back and forth between Cal and Oleander uncovering and pointing out their misinterpretations of each other, eventually convincing them to talk things out post-game.)

Post-reconstructing Ford, Cal discovers the three in the Gulch and is looped in by Raz. Cal still can’t help directly out of fear of his family being targeted, but gives Raz some tips for trying to talk to Cassie and Bob, and moves to the entrance of the Gulch to keep watch and feign ignorance of Raz, Ford, and Lucy’s presence. Raz can go back to him after helping either Cassie and/or Bob, and Cal is grateful for their apparent steps towards recovery, and baffled yet amazed by Compton and “Nick’s” arrival (with a hint that he already knows what’s up with the brainless Nick).

While Raz and company are doing final preparations for the Astralathe, Cal is distracted by Augustus trying to make it through the Gulch (and experiencing distress due to his repressed familiarity with it), allowing Norma to sneak by and witness the Astralathe activating. She comes back with Truman, and Cal is forced to let them by, knowing Truman is actually Gristol. He also witnesses Lilli tailing them and, realizing everyone is at risk no matter what and he has nothing left to lose, Cal instructs Lilli to distract “Truman” as long as she can and get out of dodge with Raz if the worst happens.

Cal runs back to the Motherlobe to search for the brain case just as Sasha, Milla, Hollis and Oleander are about to leave in pursuit of the mole. Cal begs Oleander to help him and he reluctantly agrees. The two find the case hidden in the mailroom and rush out to deliver it just as Maligula’s storm is released; they end up finding and protecting Lilli during the storm, and turn up just after she reunites with Raz to help with re-braining Truman.

In the post-game, if Raz either already completed or completes the sidequest with Cal and Oleander, they will be found together in the Gulch cleaning up around the Heptadome, and will confirm they’re talking things out. Cal will thank Raz with a signed copy of True Psychic Tales, though Raz doesn’t quite make the connection between Cal and the author. Cal also reveals Truman’s punished him for the kidnapping and undercover work by putting Cal back on the active agent duty he’s worked to avoid, intending for “Loboto” to start doing officially-sanctioned undercover work to clean up the remaining Deluginaries.

[spocklingtons]

Ok. I need help. Need to explain.

I’m messing around in the nuka world dlc in fallout 4. Running along these tracks in dry rock gulch.

(Because funy🦧)

Then, I see something on the oil tower…

So I take a closer look

And it’s loot. It’s fucking loot. And I want the loot. I just want to be over there, really, honestly.

But, the thing is…

It’s far. It’s… really far. Someone help me. I’m open to suggestions

Also for reference, I’m standing on this rock.

[drovenna]

Porter Gage Masterpost

[Blog Masterpost] [Ruby Lennox fo4] [Nuka World]

Romantic (and spicy) Illustrations

[Porter loved that]

Fever Blossom 🌶️

Need somethin' boss?

Ruby and Gage [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]

Gage and Ruby with their horses (header)

"Hot Gage pls"

Stripper Gage

Illustrations where Gage forgot his shirt

In the shower

In Fizztop Grille

Tattoo Ideas [ 1 ] [ 2 ]

Other Illustrations

Checking Colter's armor

Gage is the cool uncle

Babyboi

Smoking

Smoking in a yellow jacket

Armor redesign [ 1 ]

Realistic Gage Edit

Pixel Gage

Gage in Dishonored

Gage in a battlecoat

"Buy a sweet gun instead"

Text posts

Gage describing Ruby

Memes

Pocahontas meme

Fo 4 romance in a nutshell

The Gauntlet in a nutshell

Clearing out Dry Rock Gulch

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Behold a gen3 nick Valentine I'm not entirely sure thats the right look for nick but meh i like it

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You know what? I’m digging it. Maybe Nick and Sole go to Dry Rock Gulch on some crazy kind of vacation? It’s cute, I like it.

[slocumjoe]

There are so many locks to pick in Nuka world, and I already got his affinity pretty high taking him to the Commonwealth just to level up and upgrade gear, so to slow down the rate at which I romance Gage, Flora has become a charitable alcoholic who's really into being a deputy at Dry Rock Gulch

[the-atomic-fig]

howdy, partner!

[wastelandhell]

I wanted to bring a little Mojave fashion to the protectron sheriffs in Dry Rock Gulch. I pulled some cowboy boots from 76, mushed them around to fit the big robot feet, and quickly repainted them to look more like Primm Slim's funky booties.

[ntzsche9]

Of the 16 or so chapters I've written of my Nuka-World fanfic, the only chapter I am satisfied with is chapter 3. It came early on, was clear and easy, and the characters stayed in character. While the story was largely situational, and I could let the characters tell me what to do and things were easy. Then I went and tried to plot and now I am horribly, wretchedly stuck. Most of the characters don't want to do what I want them to and nothing is easy.

I thought I would post this in an attempt to defibrillate this damn thing back to being easier to write. One of the parts I like least is the very beginning, so I dunno if I will ever post more than pieces, really.

Bad Blood

A Fallout Nuka-World fanfic

Chapter 3

Warnings: Violence and gore, drug abuse, slavery, sexual themes with dubious consent, m/m

After agreeing to return with his father to the raider city built on the backs of slaves in the rusted remains of an amusement park, Lafayette does what he can to play the role until he can figure out what the hell to do with himself. He can only pretend for so long, though. After watching slaves be fed to a monster for the amusement of the raiders, he tries to protect a slave too drugged to realize what is about to happen to him.

When the screams finally subsided, the wet crunching of flesh and bone made the swill Lafayette had been throwing back all night roll in his belly. He never thought of himself as someone who was particularly sensitive to violence or gore, with how he grew up hunting and all the other shit he'd been through, but the intimate sounds of an enraged gatorclaw eating a pair of poorly-armed slaves alive had his hair standing on end and stomach beginning to heave. He had to get the fuck out of here, but he had to time it right, play it off. He knew he was being as closely watched as ever.

Porter Gage lounged boredly beside him. He had been making a half-hearted attempt to distract him with some wild account from his youth. Lafayette hadn't been listening. His dad and Mason both stood nearby, their backs to them. Dizz gnawed at the scorched limb of some strange creature the raider gang bred beneath the amphitheater, his appetite unphased, and Mason leaned against the high fence of the cage as he watched his new pet. 

The Overboss had a different tactic for handling the leaders of each gang, but despite how amicable they seemed now, he took particular joy in humiliating Mason. In the most recent of a long series of backhanded transgressions, Dizz had led Porter and Lafayette on a good old fashioned hunting trip, just the three of them, to clear out Safari Adventure. He had been putting pressure on Mason to do some real work himself, but the man had decided to act like the Overboss still needed to prove something to them. The Pack assumed they would receive the larger portion of the park zoo, especially since the Operators had already been granted the Galactic Zone and the Disciples were given Dry Rock Gulch. Instead, the Overboss assigned it to the Operators, and he didn't even give Mason a chance to be angry about it before the three of them returned with perhaps the last surviving gatorclaw as a consolation gift.

Not only was the Pack incapable of clearing the park out themselves, but Mason couldn't have pulled off capturing one of the monsters, much less made it look so easy. Dizz was bigger, fiercer, bolder, even more scarred than the Pack's alpha. He took out the previous Overboss while Mason was only posturing. Porter had been delighted to spread the old rumor to the Pack that the new head hancho's shredded face was from fucking a deathclaw, and they ate the story up. It served to put Mason's claim of biting the paw off a yao guai to shame. Mason dismissed the story as an obvious joke, but when the three of them strolled into the amphitheater that night, Dizz and Lafayette leading a bound and exhausted gatorclaw by its duct taped muzzle, there was no doubt in anyone's mind who the strongest among them was. Even his fresh-faced son stood at a close second, above Mason.

As they partied that night, Mason's amicable demeanor would occasionally slip when he thought the Overboss wasn't looking. Dizz must have felt the daggers glaring into his back, but it made him all the more relaxed, as if encouraging him to try something. They both knew an open confrontation wouldn't end well for Mason, no matter how angry he got. Porter was quick to point out each subtle passive aggression to Lafayette, and was far more entertained by that than the cage fights.

"My girl is still starving, look at her!" Mason loudly announced, words slurred. He had been tempering his rage with alcohol and jet, which left him leaning heavily against the top of the fence and well within reach of the gatorclaw. He was lucky it was still preoccupied with rooting around in the bloody crumbs of its last victim. "She's wasting away. Someone bring 'er another snack!"

"We're all out, boss."

"How the fuck did that happen!?"

"We were running low on captives after last night. You want someone to buy some more from the market?"

"Nah, fuck it," Mason said with a dark grin. He had spotted the red glow of one last collar after all. 

The Pack didn't keep slaves around for long. They might use them for a day or two, however they saw fit, but they always met the same end. Lafayette had heard there were dungeons below the amphitheater where they would handcuff captives to the bars while whatever starved beast they were training to fight ate them alive. No, when the Pack felt like having a party, they would rent a few whores from the brothel in the Parlor, and usually send them back in one piece - the Operators would expect them to pay extra if they didn't. This late in the night, they had all been dragged off to some place or another, all except one. Lafayette had noticed him briefly earlier, the back of his strawberry-blonde head bobbing between the legs of some stupid-looking raider in a horned stag helmet huffing jet in the stands.

Mason sharply whistled for his attention. "C'mere, boy. Yeah, you! Bring your ass, I got a job for you," he grinned. 

The slave was young, heavily freckled but attractive by Nuka-World standards. Even with his messy hair hanging in his face it was clear he was stoned out of his gourd. He hadn't a goddamn clue what was happening, and despite it being obvious that Mason meant him harm, he began to walk over willingly. He even smiled.

"Wait!" Lafayette found himself shouting. Everyone jerked their heads up to look at him after he'd spent half the night sullen and quiet. Dizz glanced over with a look of warning, eyes narrowed as he tore another bite off the large charred bone in his hand.

Lafayette turned his best lecherous grin on the slave as he passed, reaching over to grab his wrist and yank him closer. "Sorry, Mason. I been waiting my turn for this one."

"Hey, no worries, Junior," Mason sneered with an annoyed smile. "Just let me get him when you're done."

"Nah, man. I'm gonna take him back to Fizztop and call it a night," Lafayette said, standing to throw an arm over the guy's shoulders. He took great care to not touch the explosive collar on his neck - even being this close to one made him nervous. "Why don't you try one of your ghoulrillas? There were enough of them living in Adventure Zone that I bet it would make a more interesting fight."

"Shiiiit, that's a goddamn good idea!" The drunk man grinned before he turned sharply to shout after the other raiders, "Steg! Go get Motherfucker! And give him the super sledge!"

"Well now, your boy's finally gettin' laid," Porter chuckled to Dizz, walking over to elbow him in the arm. "Guess all that father-son bonding cheered him up after all."

"About damn time," Dizz chuckled. When he held Lafayette's gaze a beat too long, Lafayette knew he had seen right through him.

Lafayette didn't really give a fuck. He would keep up appearances in front of the gangs because it wasn't just bad for his dad's image, it was dangerous for him, too. They had already demanded he be put through the gauntlet and he had done what he'd needed to to survive, but he was still a target. His father, however, couldn't expect him to become a different fucking person since then.

Lafayette was also pretty pissed at himself again tonight, because their hunting trip in Adventure Zone earlier that day had been fun. It felt like old times. His dad was laid back, less on edge and exhausted as he had always been when Lafayette was a kid. He seemed to trust Lafayette to hold his own now, let him do things his own way. Lafayette still didn't have a high opinion of Gage, but the older men joked and hooted as they worked their way to the basements of the cloning facility, killing everything that moved, and Lafayette got caught up in the thrill of it. He laughed at their banter, and soon any time his dad clapped him on the back or threw an arm around his shoulders, Lafayette had found himself grinning right back.

It was hard to maintain that you were being held against your will when you got happy your goddamn daddy was paying you some attention. Sure, the man he was now was closer to what he always should have been - warmer, more relaxed and agreeable, believably paternal. The years of living on the bare minimum, then the psycho addiction, had done a number on him, but Lafayette would never write off all the awful fucking things he did because of it. He saw enough of his swagger around Nuka-World to know Dizz was still every bit as capable and willing to do all the same things, and more. He was the same man who torched settlements, hung people off overpasses, and collared people into slavery. He was the same man who helped carve Gabe up and beat the brakes off of him just for fun, and would have otherwise put Luvell in a collar without a second thought.

He was at home, here.

Lafayette was relieved when they all just let him walk out of there, for more reasons than one. To his credit, the guy under his arm kept up with his longer stride well for as inebriated as he was. His eyes were as pale as his skin, indiscernible in color, and his pupils blown wide.

"Did you say we were going to the top of the mountain?" he asked with a grin, a hand petting up Lafayette's chest to toy with his nipple through his shirt.

"Uh, yeah," Lafayette said, glancing around before pushing his hand away. He hadn't exactly expected a slave to be so forward, but every inch of this place was crawling with raiders right to Fizztop. There were few places in this whole goddamn park that Lafayette didn't have eyes watching his every move. He would have to keep up with the charade until they were inside.

"What's your name?" Lafayette asked, and this time he let the man's skinny arm wrap around the small of his back, fingertips sneaking into the waist of his jeans.

"Dandy," he said with a stifled laugh, like he was telling a joke.

"Dandy? Like the apples?"

"Dandy like the apples," he grinned. "And they call you Junior, right?"

"They call me that," he scowled. "But my name is Lafayette."

"Mmm, La-fa-yette," he sang softly, both hands now heavily petting Lafayette's torso beneath his shirt. Dandy bit his lower lip and purred, "What are you planning to do to me tonight?"

"Knock it off," Lafayette said quietly, the two still not past the Disciple's lair.

Dandy flinched at his tone, his hands withdrawing and his gaze dropping to the ground immediately. "Yes sir, I'm sorry."

Lafayette felt awful. He sighed and squeezed the man's shoulder. "It's alright, just.. wait until we get up there, and alone. Then we'll talk."

Dandy didn't say anything the rest of the way. Lafayette kept an arm around him, holding his body close, and led him through the lobby and up the back elevator. He didn't often have Fizztop to himself - he didn't really get much privacy at all, but once they stepped off the elevator he relaxed.

"You hungry?" he asked, letting the man go.

"I'm fine."

"You sure?" Lafayette lingered. He had seen how the slaves got treated, what they were fed. Being from the brothel he might get a little better than the usual, but he sure didn't look like it. Dandy shook his head, looking around as if he expected someone else to be there. He still wouldn't meet Lafayette's eye.

"Well.. let me know," Lafayette said, unsure himself. "My room is over here, the kitchen is that way down the hall, and the bathroom is over there. The water works, if you need a shower or anything."

That seemed to pique his interest a bit, but still he walked to the bedroom. Lafayette followed him and lingered awkwardly in the doorway. When Dandy started to strip off his shirt he quickly said, "Hey, no. That's not why I brought you here."

Dandy lowered his arms, his thin white shirt taut between them. "What do you want me to do?" he asked carefully, chancing a brief look back at him.

"Fuck if I know," he sighed. "We're not having sex. Just.. hang out, for an hour or two? Or the whole night, whatever. Eat something, take a shower, whatever you want. My dad and Porter will be back before too long, though, and once they do you should stay in here with me."

Dandy stood there, blinking slowly. Lafayette wondered if he was too high to even understand what he was saying, much less shower or eat. "Or you can just sleep. I only got the one bed, so we gotta share but.. No sex."

"Wait, what?"

"You'll be safe if you stay the night here. And you can look at me. Fuck, I hate this fucking place."

Dandy slowly looked up, his hazy expression still baffled. Lafayette huffed in frustration and reached over to hit the light. There was a string of christmas lights along one wall, casting the room in dim but colorful hues. After closing and locking the door with a set of hooks and a chain he had hammered into the wall himself, Lafayette walked to the other side of the bed. He turned away to take off his jeans, and climbed into bed in his shirt and boxers.

"Get some rest, Dandy," he prompted him, dividing his pillows and shifting to one side of the bed to make space. Then he rolled over, facing away from him.

He listened to Dandy breath in the quiet room for a minute or so. Then there was the sound of fabric hitting the floor, and eventually he felt the mattress shift as the other man climbed in next to him.

…….

A few hours later, Dandy woke up, and hadn't the slightest idea where the fuck he was. There was the broad back of a very tall man beside him, and at first he guessed it was the Overboss. He'd blown him once, back when he was first getting to know the gangs and Mags wanted to make a good impression. The man never gave him a second glance, but Dandy distinctly remember that he was fucking hung. His head was pounding, but his body wasn't any more sore than usual. He was only missing his shirt, and the other man looked fully dressed. 

He carefully sat up and slid off the mattress, shifting the bed as little as possible. It was Junior, he realized, getting a better look at him in the dim lights. It still didn't make any sense that he would be in the guy's bed without feeling wrecked, though. Dandy didn't puzzle about it much more, tugging his shirt back on and checking his pockets. 

He only had thirty caps. He couldn't go back without one hundred and fifty. Maybe one-twenty, if he could sweet talk his way out of a beating.

He cursed under his breath and looked around. He still didn't know where he was, though now he assumed it was somewhere above Fizztop. The room was jarringly neat, for a raider. The floors were swept, furniture sparse but uncluttered. It took him a few minutes of creeping around, nearly holding his breath in the quiet space as he slowly eased open footlockers and drawers, making sure to put everything back just right. When he found a small fortune of caps, he grabbed two handfuls before he managed to check himself. If he robbed Junior it would be a goddamn death sentence. No, he would just take one hundred. Maybe one-twenty, just what he needed. He probably wouldn't even notice, right?

Dandy sorted himself out and glanced worriedly around the room, afraid something would be amiss. His heart was hammering, and he gave the sleeping man one last look before he carefully eased out the door.

[requiemforarainbow]

So I set myself a challenge in Fallout 4 for this playthrough.

I would not be allowed to progress the main plot to killing Kellogg (or even going after him) until I reached at least level 100. I could rescue Nick Valentine, but that was as far as I could go. I would not go to talk to him in his office, because that triggers the rest of that quest.

Well, I did quite a few side quests, joined the Minutemen, the Railroad (not the BoS, fuck them), and did quests for them...

And ended up at level 93. 7 levels shy, and not enough side quests or side objectives in my list to finish that 7 levels. So... I decided to go to Nuka-World to get those last 7 levels. Finished Open Season*, Kiddie Kingdom, and in the middle of Dry Rock Gulch...

I just did it. I just hit level 100 at 10:11 pm Eastern time.

I'm going to finish everything in Nuka-World before I return to the Commonwealth and main plot. I definitely want to see how many levels over 100 I can get before I off Kellogg.

Also... this challenge may have been inspired by me wanting to put off having to kill Kellogg because I LOVE his voice actor's voice. Keythe Farley does a phenomenal job in every role he touches. (And for those who are unaware, he's also Thane Krios in Mass Effect. His voice is like, half the reason I love Thane.)

*No raiders survived the making of this challenge. I have yet to do a full "evil" playthrough. I will next time - Institute ending and Nuka-World raiders. Not sure how Far Harbor would end in that one.)

[iwanttolickthatcowboy]

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WOOO LETS FUCKIN GO TO NUKA WOOORLD! family trip! 👑 What type of ride(s) or your favorites? Any specific rides and certain parks that you love more than others? James loves anything educational or slow. dark rides with animatronics or walk-throughs. the family unit + James went through the vault tec exhibit in the galaxy zone more than once at Barb and James's request. James doesn't even have that much interest in vault tec but wooooo learning. and Barb loves talking about her work. or at least what's public. coop kinda hoped Barb would rest on this vacation but at least she's happy talking about what she loves. Janey loves rollercoasters but is too short to ride most of them and gets a bit grumpy if she can't. usually, an autograph or just adult supervision gets her on more than she honestly should be allowed to ride. and coop...he likes dry rock gulch. he claims they have the best benches but everyone knows he just likes sitting in a Wild West setting for a while. he's not a big ride person but will happily follow along. Rollercoasters affect his heart but he does them anyway for Janey. I feel like everyone rode World of refreshment and well Janey was distracted, coop tried to kiss Barb but it was dark and he forgot James was in the middle and got James's cheek instead. they don't bring it up. barb saw and laughed a bit too loudly.

💰 Gift shop time! What kind of merch do your and your f/o(s) like? Do you take it easy or do you buy more than you can carry? james wants anything cappy themed or he will explode. james insists he gets cappy stuff and Coop gets bottle-themed stuff so they match.

📅 How many days do you stay at a park?

uummmm about a week+. its a big trip.