#I’m using the Deacon Bot

[bokatan]

for the fo4 oc ask game 9, 13 and 22 for any or all of ur fallout ocs? I must know more about these baddies

FO4 OC Questions

9: Lone Wanderer or always with a companion (or more)?

Reed's dog Margot is a permanent companion, so they're always together unless they literally can't be(Glowing Sea, Institute, etc). Reed's usually a mess without Margot though - he pretty much caused himself to get rad poisoning from the initial Glowing Sea expedition because he was anxious about leaving her behind and overlooked a defective seal on his power armor. He does frequently have other companions with him though - the lineup changes often but the main ones he goes with are Piper, Danse, Deacon, Cait, Curie, Nick, Ada, & Delta.

Delta always has a robot or two with them - they use a sentry bot in place of a brahmin while working as a trader, and they typically have either an assaultron or a Mr. Handy if they're going anywhere to do repair/service work. If they're traveling as a companion, they bring their Mr. Handy.

13: What pre-war thing do they miss the most/what pre-war thing in magazines looks the most interesting to them?

Reed would literally kill for pre-war coffee. My headcanon is that there isn't a good coffee replacement or substitute in the Commonwealth due to the fact that coffee just doesn't grow in that kind of climate, so actual non-expired coffee is a very rare commodity. I also think that the BoS has some form of caffeinated substitute that'd be along the same line as bad instant coffee and Reed lowkey hates it.

Delta's really interested in pre-war vehicles and would've loved to see a functional car in person. They've tried tinkering with engines a few times but haven't had any success so far.

22: Give us a (brief, or not) history lesson of your OC

I'm putting these under a read more, but here's some nice brief history for everyone

So starting off with a brief history on Reed:

he’s just some guy that fucks off and joins the army when he’s 19 because I’m sure all of the propaganda and whatnot was even worse than it was here post-9/11. He spends 9 years doing all kinds of terrible shit, gets to be a MWD handler, + has some weird thing going on with his commanding officer for the majority of that time that turns into a long term relationship, and he finally gets discharged with his dog like a month before the bombs drop. He immediately fucks off to the BoS after getting out of the freezer and has a great time with them at first, but he starts getting exposed to more of wasteland life without the BoS influence and realizes that they're actually terrible - so he starts working with the Railroad and becomes sort of a double agent and shares all kinds of cool BoS fun facts and intel with the Railroad. He defects from the BoS shortly after Danse gets kicked out and he later helps take out the Prydwen and the Institute pretty much back to back. He also starts ghoulifying shortly after joining the BoS since they make him go on a fun little trip to the Glowing Sea, but he's pretty freaked out about that and basically gaslights himself into thinking he's not ghoulifying for a while.

And a brief history on Mercy:

She was drafted out of medical school and ended up being a combat medic in the army for a while, Reed ends up in her squad and they later end up in a relationship together. She’s transferred out of active duty to go into biomedical research & development, and she starts off with good intentions but later gets to commit all kinds of medical malpractice and probably violates the Geneva convention a few times. She has her hands pretty deep into FEV development but she's participated in various other projects as well. She ends up getting dragged into the Enclave to continue research after the war, and she does that for a while but eventually opts to leave when the Enclave starts getting more extreme. She ghoulifies after that, decides that the Enclave fucking sucks and starts hunting down various members and remnants, and she also picks up odd jobs for caps including but not limited to pretending she's a doctor, miscellaneous courier work, and bounty hunting.

And finally, a brief history on Delta:

They were created during gen3 development & they’re from an experimental line made from pre-war DNA samples that were pulled in one of the labs near CIT. Their line was decommissioned after the broken mask incident, but they escaped from the Institute before being destroyed. They ended up going through the Railroad and they were initially set up as a junk trader, but they ended up having a knack for robotics and built up a reputation with that - they still sell some junk, but their main focus now is selling robotics parts/mods + servicing and repair work. They still keep in touch with the Railroad and frequently work as a tourist and help move synths occasionally.

If you're interested in their stats, perks, weapons, general info, etc etc I have all of that listed here on my carrd.

[cljordan-imperium]

INCORRECT QUOTES TAG

I love these because I swear that tag generator knows my OCs

I was tagged by @toribookworm22

I'm tagging - @writingpotato07, @frostedlemonwriter, and @aether-wasteland-s

Use this generator

Cruz: Today, Raguel took my phone, and in five minutes, they sent high resolution close-up photos of Olly to the following people: Deacon, Abriella, Arioch, the neighbors, the bank, my accountant, San Diego Blood Bank, and Shake Shack's text bot.

TOLD YOU

*The Squad is on the bus, and a child is crying* Thenasus: *rolls eyes to the sky* Thinnius: *makes funny faces to get them to stop* Andronicus: *puts their earphones on at 100% volume* Orpheus: *doesn't mind, doesn't bother* Leandre: *is the reason they're crying* Mithos: *enjoys in silence*

SEE

Div: I’m so happy two of my favorite people are getting along now. Cruz: Uh, Abriella and Lucifer are not getting along. Div: They’re not trying to kill each other. Cruz: You may have a point.

*chokes laughing* Accurate

*The gang's thoughts on stabbing* Pheadra: Would never stab anyone. Delilah: Would stab someone in retaliation. Leandre: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first. Talon : Would stab without warning. Thinnius: Would stab as a warning.

Facts *shakes head laughing*

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups* Calliope, Adalicia, and Karlen: *spinning a little and talking* Grae, Kellen , and Korben: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

That's it...I'm dead...

IMPERIUM TAG LIST (Y'ALL ARE GONNA LOVE THESE) - @writingpotato07, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @kjscottwrites, @saltysupercomputer, @careful-pyromancer, @late-to-the-fandom

[nightingaelic]

Edgy I know but. Fallout 4 ask. SS tells deacon to go fuck himself or something after one of his lies gets them or someone close hurt?

TW: Blood

"Swear to god," Deacon said solemnly, holding one hand to his heart and the other up in the air. "There's a robot there that mixes the paint for you. A modified Mister Handy model, with some Hardware Town branding slapped on it."

"You're pulling my leg," the Sole Survivor replied with a smirk, pausing in the middle of the Diamond City marketplace. "Why were you in Hardware Town, anyway?"

"Eh, long story." Deacon waved his hand around dismissively. "Ran a mission, the mission went sideways, we needed somewhere to hole up for a day or so and it happened to be on a quiet street. Honestly, though, the bot nearly blew our cover because he insisted on telling us the specials on outdoor paint for the Halloween season. 'Autumn Glow' looks just like 'Hunter Orange,' for the record."

The Sole Survivor laughed and stepped out of the way of Travis Miles, who appeared to have left his radio trailer in search of lunch. "Well, great. Next time I'm in the neighborhood, I can pop over there to pick up the green paint for Abbot."

Deacon straightened his sunglasses and grinned. "It'll be a breeze."

Later that evening, the pair stopped outside Publick Occurrences to pick up the latest copy of Piper's newspaper before leaving town. Nat was in the middle of counting their caps when the transaction was interrupted by cries for help near the settlement's gate. "Doctor! We need a doctor over here!"

The two dropped what they were doing and sprinted up the stairs toward the commotion. At the top were two guards struggling to keep a third figure upright between them. Despite the bruised and bloody face and closed eyes, the letterman jacket and tall, thin frame of Travis Miles were easily recognizable.

"What happened?" The Sole Survivor asked, rushing forward to help.

"Fool said he went down to Hardware Town this afternoon," one of the guards grunted, shifting some of the man's weight toward the new arrival. "Something about getting paint for the wall. Didn't know about the raider gang that's been operating their since forever, got himself beat all to hell. Fetch Sun or Solomon, would ya?"

"Raider gang?" The Sole Survivor glanced back at Deacon, who was unable to conceal his initial sheepishness. Their expression hardened. "Never mind all that. Help me lift him, we can get him to the surgery center ourselves."

Once Travis was safely under Doctor Sun's care, the Sole Survivor washed their hands of blood and grime and opened the door of the medical office to find Deacon loitering outside.

"So, in my defense, I didn't think anyone was paying attention to me and my rambling earlier, including you," he said quickly, backing up as the Sole Survivor stalked toward him.

"That kid is lucky to be alive," they snapped at the Railroad agent. "Raiders? The guards said they've been there nearly as long as this city's been here, and you're out here spinning stories about friendly robots? What the fuck, Deacon?"

"Well how the hell was I supposed to know Travis was listening in?" Deacon had backed all the way up against one of the awning supports for the Power Noodles stand. "It's not like I told him to go out there all by himself, that's just lack of common sense on his-"

"Oh yeah, keep trying to wriggle out of it, why don't you." The Sole Survivor was fuming. "I do not care if you don't want to tell me your past and would rather just spin me a yarn, but at least I know you're full of shit. The average wastelander doesn't. Think about them next time, hmm?"

"Come on, Death Bunny, I'm not gonna-"

The Sole Survivor whirled around with the force of a hurricane. "Oh, go fuck yourself, Deacon. Come find me after you've apologized to Travis."

[totally-not-deacon]

WIP Wed-err... Thursday!

I was tagged by @just-another-wasteland-merc but toootally forgot, oops. That’s what happens when you pick up the Sims lmao. 

Here’s a snippet of a eventual future chapter of UTSS! Not 100% sure where it’s going, but I like to jot shit down as it comes to me, otherwise it’s lost to the ether. Just a couple o dorks havin’ a gool ol time.

“Holy shit.”

Asher glanced over to see Deacon leaning heavily on the door, adrenaline or who knows what gracing him with a near manic grin. They could help but emulate him, laughing between heavy, exhausted breaths. If they cracked the door open, they’d be greeted with the hulking, still, mass of behemoth sprawled across the Common’s brittle grass.

So yeah, they did that.

“Hey, I wasn’t the one to set off the tour bot. That’s all on you Mr. ‘I’m So Sneaky I Don’t Need A Stealth Boy’.” Asher bumped shoulders with him before pulling themselves up from the floor. They made good timing dropping the behemoth – the yellow tinge to the air outside through the windows told them they’d be stuck here for a while. God, radstorms were something they’d never get used to. Guess they’d better make sure the place was secure enough to bunker down.

“I still don’t know why we didn’t deactivate that thing.” Deacon grumbled before joining them to scan through the rooms, finding nothing but dust and empty wine bottles scattered about. He prodded one of the bottles with his boot with a sigh. “Too bad we were late to the party, huh?”

Asher flashed a mischievous grin before pulling their pack in front of them, rummaging through it. “A celebratory drink? I might have something for that.” They weren’t usually one for drinking ‘on-the-job’ as it were, but hey, the door was blocked and the place was empty. Probably one of the safer places in the Commonwealth to unwind.

Deacon crouched next to them, peering inside and gasping when Asher pulled a nearly full bottle of vodka from the bottom. “You’ve been holding out on me this whole time?”

“It’s supposed to be for sanitizing, but I suppose we’ve earned it, don’t you think?”

[wishing4nuclearwinter]

Writer Tag

thank you for the tag @emiratexaaron 😁

I have no idea who’s already been tagged/done this, but no pressure tags: @morscanis @fanthings @bexatomarama

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Fallout New Vegas: 15

Fallout 4: 1

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

33,950 (I never publish fics until they are 100% completed so this definitely isn’t indicative of the actual amount that I write)

3. What are you top 5 fics by kudos?

Ok this is hard to say because several of my fics have been hit by those bots that leave a ridiculous number of kudos.

But “What’s A Little Marriage Between Friends?” is by far the top one

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Eventually, yes, though I sometimes take a while to reply. If people leave a bunch of comments in multiple chapters of the same fic over a short period of time, I usually only respond to the most recent one and acknowledge the other ones there to avoid clogging up people’s inbox with different variations of the words “thank you” lol

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t have any currently published with angst endings unless you count my whumptober one shots.

I can definitely say though that of my WIPs, The Empire and The Sun (Agustin’s fic) ending will be The Angst™️

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

What’s A Little Marriage Between Friends ends on a very happy and extremely cheesy note

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, I just daydream about them shfsjf. I do have several ideas for Dragon Age crossovers, but I don’t have any plans to write them

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Fortunately, no. I have published very very little of my writing so I haven’t had the chance to

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, often. I have a secret smut account on ao3 but I’m mostly planning on posting my smut WIPs to my main when I finish them.

It’s porn with feelings (and often plot) pretty much exclusively (also weird kinks). I don’t set out for it to be that way most of the time, but honestly I’m ace spec and have a tendency to get bored if I don’t make it ~emotional~

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I highly doubt it, especially since the majority of my writing is sitting in google docs

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nah.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, though I’d certainly be willing to

13. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Hmmm. I’m gonna have to go with Arcade/Courier (really Arcade/anyone tbh). Obviously I’m attached to it being my own courier, but I absolutely stalk the arcade/courier tag.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

There are several, but I would say probably my Joshua (from the NWP mods)/Varmint crack fic just because I think it’s funny. I am still hoping I will get around to it eventually, but there is a chance that my Deacon/Arcade fic might not get finished

15. What are your writing strengths?

Making my characters miserable. Uh, I was told earlier today that I’m good at emotional scenes so there’s that. I like to think that I’m decent at in character dialogue for canon characters and I’ve been told a couple of times that I’m good at writing Arcade specifically shfjsjf

16. What are you writing weaknesses?

I am still pretty new to writing so it’s kind of hard to say, but I have a lot of trouble with making mundane scenes or transition scenes interesting. Writing fluff is definitely a weak point as well. I have dyslexia and my words get mixed around and grammar can fall through the cracks, but I have someone to edit specifically for that purpose.

Otherwise, just general newbie mistakes probably lol

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I avoid it as much as humanly possible. I have been stressing myself out recently trying to get my latin at least in the realm of correct but *shrug*

I occasionally use spanish and run it by my spanish speaking extended family

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

If you were to dive into the deepest depths of fanfic.net you’d probably be able to find the two paragraph Sherlock fic I did oh so many years ago.

But other than that, I wrote a couple chapters of an unpublished Star Trek fic last year. The first and only fandom I’ve actually published stuff for is Fallout. Like I said, I’m very new to this

19. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Of the fics I have published, I’d say The Easiest Part Is Letting Go.

Of all my fics total I’m gonna go with Sol’s fic that I’m currently finishing up the draft for (I still don’t have a title, send help)

[monochromemedic]

more unfinished unpolished writing cause I got somewhere to be. You know it.

The sound of ice cubes clinking around the worn glass drew my attention towards her, watching as he sauntered in her with deceitful intent. He looked amazing, almost unrecognizable in his ‘ available bachelor’ disguise. I hated when he put it on, hated how much it drew me in much like every other poor sap he used it on. A wrinkled button up with way too many buttons left open, a worn dark suit jacket and that damn wig he used for every other disguise. If this was a different time he could have looked like an average playboy, but the way things were it reeked of old world charm, something many people clung to with the hopes that one day they could get back to. He leaned against the counter, raising a finger and barking an order towards Whitechapel Charlie. The Mr. Handy unit whirred softly, huffing an insult towards the disguised spy before sliding his drink across the bar, spilling ever so lightly on the wood.  “Ease up Charlie, you know I always treat you well...” Deacon cooed, sliding a few stray caps in the bots direction. Subtle flex of disposable wealth, a hook in for the fish. The target turned her attention towards Deacon, her fingers sliding against the rim of her empty drink. “Mind treating a girl that nicely?”  “I only treat good girls nicely, and somethings telling me you aren’t a very good girl.” I rolled my eyes, biting back the bile building in my throat. Maybe if I focused on Mag’s voice this job would be less torturous.  I hated missions like this. Were they easy? Sure, simple info grab, in and out. You either failed and got nothing, worse things worse you looked like an idiot who asked a strange amount of questions and best case you got what you needed in less then an hour. The problem was how you got it, and most cases you had to act a little sleazy. You either acted like a crook and did some bad shit to do some good shit a little while later or you acted like you really needed a hook up. Sometimes I preferred stealing to the amount of torture this was. Least it was safer, I could give it that. I tapped my pen against the napkin, wondering if my feelings were bleeding to much into my drawing. No... I think Deacon’s jaw was actually that chiseled. Damn it, what the hell was wrong with me. Falling for a man who was... currently sloppily making out for info about a missing synth. My eyes narrowed at the scene occurring at the bar, cheeks flushing with every detail I noticed. How he leaned into every kiss feverously, the way he gripped her waist hungrily. God he was just suppose to get info not fuck her in a public bar. I had to physically turn myself away from the scene to get some sense of peace, trying to ease my mind by drawing x’s over Deacon’s eyes. Why the hell did it bother me so much. It was just a job wasn’t it? A lie, a ruse, he was using her for info. Then why the hell did I wish that I was the one being lied to this time? “What’cha drawing-” “Christ can you give a little warning before creeping on someone for once?” I jumped, quickly shoving the napkin into my pocket. “It’s kind of my thing, that’s like telling a bird not to fly or a dog not to bark.” Deacon smirked, rubbing lipstick off his mouth with the back of his hand. “How was babysitting duty? Stimulating?” “Yeah I loved watching you dry hump that lady, really awesome.”  “I got the info didn’t I?” He held a hand out to help me out of the booth, grabbing my pen to jot something on my palm while he still had it in his grasp. “I did by the way, last seen pursuing round where Augusta was. Think when Boxer kicked the bucket on the way to the safehouse the poor bastard only knew the general location of where they were going. I think he’s still searching for it despite... well, you know.” Deacon’s face grew dark, his sentence trailing off as we left the bar and entered the dull glow of Goodneighbor’s lights. “Hey,” I rested my hand against his shoulder, drawing his attention out of the fog. “We’ll get him ok? If he’s been seen this recently there’s still a good chance he’s kicking around, specially if he’s been surviving out there after all this time.”  “Yeah, I know. Just sucks this happened in the first place. If it wasn’t for the lack of communication between branches this whole thing could have been closed long, long ago... Now it just feels like a ghost is coming back, reminding us of another fuck up we could have handled better.” My brow furrowed, studying the stern expression on his face. I knew Deacon wasn’t always on board with how things were handled in the Railroad, and it was obvious this whole situation rubbed him the wrong with how much it was put off in favor of other more ‘serious’ problems. “You know I hate seeing you like this.” I sighed, my hand sliding around his waist, pulling him against myself. “I promise you, we WILL get him Deacon, and when we do we’ll get him wiped, and send him to a better life. And we can close the book. For good. But maybe we should take it easy for tonight.” I felt his head rest against mine, the slightest bit of tension falling from his shoulders.  “Yeah, I know. I’d kill for a shower and some fresh mirelurk cakes...” I laughed softly as he pushed his weight against me more, playfully trying to make me lose balance. “Alright big guy, we’ll see what we can do-” “Maybe some-” He gasped, melting more against me, “-some surf and turf! Brahmin, Mirelurk... a nice glass of wine over a pre war book...” “It’s Rexford, not a luxury resort. And what are you some romance novel protagonist, is that your idea of a good night you cheesy bastard?” I tried to push him off me, feeling his hand pull me along with him in a surprisingly graceful twirl. “I could be. In fact, have I ever told you that I was such a casanova back west they wrote novels about all my exploits? I’m a radiated Romeo~, a-an atom bomb bombshell.” He cooed, forcing me to waltz with him in the dirty lobby of the hotel. “A bald bleeding heart more like it.” I smirked, pulling his wig off his head and placing it on my own during a way too long dip. “You wound me~”

[siribear]

a high pitched whistle precedes the explosion. it rocks the ground underfoot, rubble bursting from the ground, crashing into the lake nearby and raining along the pavement. their own isolated storm, booming thunder and all.

the general of the minutemen watches the proceedings idly, face impassive while the others cheer around her. she smiles appropriately when preston looks to her, nods when penny does the same. but inside, she’s railing. something about it rankles, the explosions, the weapons. artillery. her, being at the head of it.

the explosion on the horizon, the shockwave rushing up to meet them at the top of that elevator.

whisper, on the other hand, sees that giant blimp floating across the river and figures a hand she can play. she allows herself one clap on sturges’s shoulder as congratulations. who does it, she isn’t sure. all she knows is she’s got somewhere else to be: the prydwen.

preston isn’t happy about it, with her working with the brotherhood, but aside from the one broken power armor she liberated from the museum of freedom, they have no way of crossing the sea as it is. he relents, though it takes some convincing for him to stay and let her go by herself. deacon was right; he can’t be seen on the prydwen again. and neither can both heads of the minutemen be up there - just in case.

he balks at that, but can’t argue her logic, as much as he wants to.

‘i don’t like you being up there by yourself, general. it isn’t safe.’

‘we have the goodwill of the majority of the commonwealth. they won’t do anything to me unless they want to piss everyone off,’ she reasons. ‘or they capture me anyway.’ she shrugs.

preston sighs and hands over her new hat, scrubbed clean and smelling of abraxo. ‘if we don’t hear from you, we’re going out there.’

she smiles at him, adjusts her ponytail and places the hat on her head. ‘i’ll send word. the artillery is still too new, and we need to keep it a secret.’ she thinks back to the explosion and the new craters along the road. ‘as much as possible.’

preston squares his shoulders and takes a deep breath. ‘be safe, general.’

he tenses, even now, when she lightly places her hand on his arm. ‘i’ll be fine. don’t let them blow up our neighborhood before we even have a chance to settle it, okay?’ the buildings are falling apart as it is. if they test any more artillery they may as well raze the buildings themselves and start from scratch.

‘i’ll keep them in line, ma’am.’

‘then i’ll be back, soon. oh, and see if you can find some paint. i have a feeling my new power armor is going to need a few touch ups.’

-

it takes days for her to travel east alone. with the growing minuteman presence deeper in the city, raider groups have moved out to the bay. whisper nearly walks in dead view of one, barely avoiding detection by ducking behind a building. that interruption alone takes her hours to move beyond, and she doesn’t sleep that night, moving instead under cover of darkness. a blown out diner becomes her shelter for a few hours of restless sleep come morning.

she misses deacon. not just so she has someone to watch her back as she sleeps or the safety they have in numbers, but because she-she just misses him. him and the comfort of having someone she trusts at her back. and in resting she remembers this, too: deacon kissed her back. enthusiastically. before he knew she knew about the institute spy.

her heart races, and whether it’s from the memory resurfacing or the prydwen looming overhead, she doesn’t give herself time to dwell. a knight spots her and calls down a vertibird after confirming her identity. more than once, wandering brotherhood soldiers eye her hat with not-so-subtle shakes of their heads. of course, danse is the only one that looks her in the eye and gives her a respectful nod, offering to lead her the rest of the way to meet elder maxson.

he pulls her aside, into an empty examination room. ‘why do you need to see the elder?’

‘don’t trust me?’

he closes his eyes, sighs. ‘i want to. but there were reports of explosions near the castle, and now you’re here.’

it’s her turn to sigh. she adjusts her hat, pulling the brim away from her eyes. she can almost hear deacon in her head, calling out howdy, partner. ‘my being here has nothing to do with the explosions. seriously. we found a sentry bot in the armory.’

he’s silent as he stares at her, then, ‘okay.’

‘okay?’

‘i’m trusting you. elder maxson is in the mess hall.’

she’s touched. danse leads her further down the hall, to a larger room with a short bar separating a small kitchen from rows of cafeteria tables. at the bar sits elder maxson, alone despite the other brotherhood members in the room, nursing a drink between his hands. he greets danse curtly when they approach, and gives her an equally quick nod.

‘general.’

whisper slides onto the stool next to him, legs crossed, one arm hanging off the bar. ‘elder,’ she says sweetly. ‘how are you?’

‘this isn’t a social call, general. what is it?’

she huffs. fine. ‘i want a suit of power armor.’

out of the corner of her eye, she sees danse, somehow, stand up straighter, eyes widening as he looks to elder maxson. the mess hall quiets, the others not even pretending they aren’t eavesdropping. maxson grunts heavily and stands.

‘follow me,’ he commands gruffly. whisper looks to danse and shrugs with a grin.

‘you didn’t tell me that’s why you were here,’ he near-hisses in her ear.

she shoves her hands in her pockets and moves to go after maxson. ‘you didn’t ask.’

behind her, he sighs again before falling into step with her. ‘you can’t be serious.’

maxson leads them to the front of the prydwen’s second level, unlocks a door, and waits for them to approach. ‘i can be,’ she whispers over her shoulder, and steps through.

what looks to be maxson’s quarters is barely decorated. no sense of personal touch in the room aside from the brotherhood flag hanging over his bed and a personal desk and terminal. there’s a side door that leads to a personal bathroom, but otherwise she wouldn’t be able to tell his room from, say, danse’s quarters. the latter who trudges in, ducking through the door and takes up residence in the corner of the room before maxson shuts the door behind them. unlocked - at least that’s unthreatening.

whisper stands with her thumbs hooked in her pockets and watches maxson settle in front of her, standing as tall as he can, hands laced behind his back. ‘if you think you can just come aboard this ship and demand a suit of power armor,’ he starts, ‘you’re sorely mistaken.’

she barely stops herself from rolling her eyes, looking instead to danse who looks like he has regrets bringing her here. ‘it wasn’t a demand. you asked me why i came here, i told you.��

now, maxson looks back to his paladin, who bows his head. ‘i’m sorry, sir. i didn’t know - ‘

‘can i finish?’ she interrupts, earning herself a pair of glares in her direction. ‘if you’re going to shoot me, just know that plenty of people know i came here. if i don’t report in soon, they’re going to figure out something happened.’ she raises a hand to stifle further comments, and, surprisingly, they stay silent. ‘i have my own suit i could probably repair in a few months, but i simply don’t have the time. i have information i simply need to act on, and i’m willing to trade for it.’

‘what could you possibly have for us that’s worth losing a suit?’ maxson asks, voice tight, admirably restrained. she pulls a pair of dog tags from her pocket and holds it out to him. after he scans the name on the tag, ‘is this a threat?’

‘i don’t murder people for the fun of it. i found these.’

‘where?’

‘that’s what i’m willing to trade.’

the elder grips the tags in his fist and walks over to the door, jerks it open. ‘we’ll find out ourselves. go.’

this time, she does roll her eyes, but only danse can see. ‘i took the distress pulser. the dog tags aren’t the only thing i found,’ she says, looking directly at danse, imploring. months, if she loses this. and out in the glowing sea? who’s to say their renegade institute scientist isn’t dead already. she can’t waste any more time than necessary. she turns to maxson, her voice softer. lays out her case in this courtroom. ‘there was another squad here before danse’s, wasn’t there? i can find them. whoever’s left. we’re both on borrowed time here.’

‘elder,’ danse starts and fails.

maxson shuts the door. ‘what do you need the power armor for, exactly?’

she grimaces. no telling what the brotherhood would do if they found the scientist first, either. ‘it’ll bring me closer to my son.’ he doesn’t look convinced. ‘whatever i learn, you learn, but i honestly can’t risk losing this information for anything.’

his head jerks to danse. ‘you brought her up here. i’m making her your problem.’ whisper startles. ‘paladin danse will go with you. bring back what you can, and i’ll determine if you’ve earned the power armor.’

she lets out a breath, genuinely smiling. ‘thank you, elder maxson.’

‘you have access to our armory for any supplies you may need. bear in mind, you will pay for them. if you have to rest before you leave, i can radio down and have a bed set up for you.’

‘i’m ready if you’re ready,’ she says to danse.

‘i can be in ten minutes,’ he informs her.

perhaps it should be insulting how reluctant he seems to go with her, but it doesn’t matter. what matters is, she’s one step closer to the glowing sea than she was before.

maxson escorts them back down the hall, and the three split off. danse to his quarters; maxson to the control center; and she to the quartermaster. proctor teagan has little to say to her as she rattles off a list of supplies. the caps aren’t a problem, neither is the space, and she meets danse on the flight deck in exactly ten minutes. he boards the vertibird first, the machine swaying slightly under the power armor’s weight. she hops on next, buckling into the bench next to danse.

‘do you still trust me?’ she asks over the headset, voice tinny in her ears over the roaring of vertibird blades. vertigo kicks in when the mechanical arm drops the vertibird and as it stabilizes in the air. they’re to be dropped off near med-tek research near where she found the first bodies. if the patrol fell back, they’d go somewhere close, so it seems a good place to start.

‘i don’t know if i agree with how you approach things,’ danse says, eventually. she can’t fault him that, either. ‘but i'm trusting you. for now. don’t make me regret it.’ she wonders just how much trouble he gets into for being associated with her, even vaguely.

he doesn’t ask if she trusts him, and she doesn’t offer. she doesn’t know if she believes him entirely, or if he believes himself. maybe he’s just saying it to appease her, and it works just fine. as long as he doesn’t kill her in her sleep, but that doesn’t seem his style. unless -

‘you don’t sleep in your power armor, do you? i’d hate for you to roll over and squish me in the middle of the night.’

he closes his eyes, and she imagines him counting to ten. ‘no, i don’t.’

‘okay,’ she says, and swears she hears the pilot trying to hold back laughter. ‘just checking.’

[mojavehearts]

Fallout 4 Companions react to Strong having a crush on Sole

(REQUESTED!!) (im cackling like a maniac already) 

(I know I used this before but...This IS Sole and Strong)

some are them realising it and some are helping him come to the realisation  (some of the reacts even work together as one!)

Cait: 

Cait watched as Strong stomped back and forth in front of Soles house in Sanctuary, at 4 am, on a Sunday. ‘’Oi buddy! can ya quit yer stompin?’’ she whispers out angrily, putting out her cigarette onto the side of one of the small shacks sole built Strong grumbles under his breath which makes Cait come striding up ‘’what is your problem?!’’ she was trying her best to whisper at least ‘’Strong doesn’t know!’’ he roars back she covers her ears and sighs ‘’Listen big guy, people are tryin to sleep and they cant with you stompin around’’ Strong grumbles again and points at soles door ‘’Strong cant be without master’’ ‘’what you like a lost puppy or somethin’? yer supposed to be a big mean ol’ supermutant’’ Cait scoffs, now leaning against soles house ‘’NO Strong does not want to be, without master near him, makes Strong MAD!’’ Cait’s eyes widen and she backs away slowly ‘’good lord, you better talk to MacCready about that...’’

Curie:

‘’Ah monsieur Strong!’‘ Curie waves strong over in a chirpy tune ‘‘How have our experiments gone so far? any pain? some memories? violent tendencies more than usual?’‘ Curie had gotten some data from some ‘hospital’ of sorts from New Vegas and was testing the medication in does on Strong so far nothing was different of course Strong was already more ‘Put Together’ compared to many supermutants and it had been a very small dose, ‘‘No strong want stop, making head fuzzy! weak!’‘ Curie nods and checks her chart ‘‘When does this usually happen or is it all the time?’‘ Strong stomps his feet slightly ‘‘If Strong is near master it becomes fuzzy! want to stop! need to be strong and protect Master’‘ Curie stops writing down in her notes and freezes ‘‘Oh Mon dieu’‘ 

Codsworth:

Codsworth is what he calls ‘Smart for an old bot’ he knew from the get go, hes still full of old world ideals so he isn't to keen on it, considering supermutants are known as violent brutes as well, but he warmed up to Strong (well as much as one possibly could if they weren’t sole) and it became quite entertaining for him to watch over a cup of tea and a nice book (he makes the tea for show, sadly he cant drink it) as strong ‘somehow’ gets red when with Sole, it really makes Codsworth rethink many things

Danse:

Danse...Isn’t exactly a fan of supermutants in general, that's just the way he’s  wired (haha get it...Ill go)

Strong would always try to size Danse up, whenever he would talk to Sole Strong would be there, either watching intensely with a violent glare or just interrupting whatever he could, so he went up to him and asked what his problem was, guessing it was because he used to be brotherhood and also because...Danse obviously wasn't a fan of him. Strong just stares him down and points a thick green finger to Danse’s chest poking it into him slightly ‘’Sole needs real man, not metal man’’ and walked off leaving Danse to be (the gif above)

Dogmeat:

You know that thing dogs do when they cover their eyes with their paws and or ears as well?...Yeah just that

Deacon:

One word nine letters  Terrified 

Deacon thought it was kinda cute at first when he would watch strong follow Sole around, in that scary sort of way...in that way where little girls sing ring around the rosy or your child stands beside your bed in the middle of the night and says nothing, but then he noticed things...different things, like how he would rarely let anyone else around Sole, and that one time where they went to the third rail and that person tried to hit on sole and he chucked a tantrum and set the third rail on fire and- OH MY GOD 

Piper:

Piper was making her usual rounds around Diamond City, trying to question whoever she could about her new piece ‘’Mirelurks and their MireQuirks’’ when suddenly she saw strong browsing the general supplies store she was confused why he was here alone, things may have changed since Sole came into play but he might still get given a hard time, he scratches his chin and Piper moves closer to greet him ‘’Master friend, Strong need gift for Master, Master gave Strong milk of human kindness’’ Piper thought this was very normal in fact and did help him pick out something, but then he turned to her and said ‘’How do humans show ‘E fec tion’ ‘’ and she froze ‘’Oh wow buddy i’m not the one for that um...Maybe Nicky can help he was married once well- when he was- when he wasn't- wait was he him- yes of course- um - but its- well-’’ Strong had enough of her blubbering and scoffs already walking off to see valentine, Soles gift in hand. Piper breathes out and then in deeply but then starts laughing softly, it was kind of cute really, but she didn’t think Supermutants could feel ..Love?, Piper had already found a new, and better article idea. SCORE

Preston:

Preston sighs softly, wiping the sweat away from under his hat, taking it off to fan himself with it he noticed the ground rumbling slightly beneath him ‘’Strong that you?’’ Preston turns to the direction of the rumbles and places his hat back on, sure enough he was met with big green mean fighting machine, strong. ‘’You know master, what does master like, besides blood and fighting’’ Preston purses his lips in slight confusion an audible ‘huh’ leaving his throat ‘’Strong want say sorry for Third Rail on fire, Mack Ree Dee says I should show sorry with actions’’ Preston scratches the side of his face and stares at the ground for a minute ‘’why don't you go to diamond city? check out the stuff there I’m sure they would like anything from the surplus store’’ Strong grunts in agreement and stomps away again behind Strong stood MacCready with a tilted head and raised eyebrows Preston looks at him completely confused until MacCready takes his two fingers and draws a heart, Preston stands there dumbfounded his gun falling from his hands

Valentine:

It was a slow day for nick, seemed not many people needed help nowadays guess he had Sole to thank for this time off, but he was getting a bit restless with all this sitting around waiting for something, he felt kind of bad for wishing for things to happen but he was sick of the small ‘Lost my cat’ or ‘forgot where my nuka-cola truck was’ and sick of the fact all of those were deacon in different wigs, so when his door opened he was pretty excited he turns his head up quickly and is met with strong slowly trying to squeeze into the door, he struggled for a few minutes before sitting down, and then breaking the chair, but he still sat in place on top of the broken chair on the floor, nick chuckles and rubs at his temples why was the world against him ‘’Strong, great to see you...What do you need?’’ strong was quick to speak ‘’Paper send me but before that pwes ton and then before that mac ree dee and then before him irish lady, and now im here help strong now metal man!’’ nick rubs the lower part of his face and sighs ‘’so...Paper? sent you specifically?’’ strong nods with a grumble ‘’Alright..tell me what you need’’ it was better than seeing deacon in a long blonde wig talking in a high pitch voice about his cheating husband for 5 hours ‘’Strong been told to come to you because you were married and I need to know E fec tion’’ Nicks eyes widen slightly, the pupils whirrling vibrantly this had to be one of deacons tricks ‘’Affection? for whom’’ Strong slams a big green fist on the desk, breaking it, nick pretends the desk is still there for sanity sake and rests his arms in midair ‘’For Master! who else would be good enough for E fec tion’’ Nick could die at that moment ‘’Alright Deacon you can come out now’’ Strong roars angrily ‘’Bald man at settlement!’’ oh god so this was...Serious, nick takes a looooonnngggggg drag of a cigarette and sighs ‘’Alright...ill help ya’’

X6-88:

(petition for me to just use Raymond Holt gifs for X6 considering they are basically,,The same person like the personalities are spot on omg)

All of the companions where sharing their opinions/outlooks on Strongs growing affections on sole/if Sole would return them and all that, Hancock threw in a few sexual jokes (making everyone groan in different tones) while everyone else already knew X6 did not, and he found it obscene 

‘‘x6, what do you think about it?’‘ Curie asks with her eyes full of curiosity, as always. 

‘‘Absolutely...Not’‘

‘‘What do you mean ‘Absolutely not?’’ Piper asks with a joking scoff 

‘‘it is ridiculous at best, there is no way’‘ the other companions sigh at him ‘‘hey it could be a real blossoming love my guy, they will have gorgeous half green babies’‘ Deacon says with a mouthful of carrot X6 looks at him in distaste and turns in his hair ‘‘X6! don't ignore us, stop being a grumpy pants you aren't in the institute anymore! love is real!’‘ Mac says excitedly X6 slowly turns his chair back and stares at him through his glasses

‘‘It might be, but not between sole and the supermutant, now before you complain, i am once again turning in my chair’‘

he will come around

MacCready:

‘’MACK REE DEE!’’Strong stomped up to Mac at INCREDIBLE speed ‘’whoa there strong! you could flatten me buddy’’ he chuckled but he was literally terrified for his life seeing strong run like that ‘’Loud lady says you can help me’’ strong says bluntly ‘’help with what?’’ now mac was interested  ‘’I told her I didn’t want to be without Master and she tells me to see you little man’’ MacCready rubs his neck in confusion why would she send strong to him over nothing it was only natural that he would be if he considers Sole his Master ‘’After fire in Third Rail Master was upset at Strong, STRONG CANT STAND IT’’ Mac nodded slightly ‘’uh well...Sometimes a good ‘’hey I’m sorry’’ and some affection, maybe a hug and a gift can work?’’ strong seemed to like that idea ‘’I GO NOW’’ he roars ‘’whoa buddy wait! do you want me to tell Sole you’re leavin? I’m on my way to have dinner with her now’’ dinner!? Strong’s alarms went off in his head and he picks Mac up by his jacket snarling slightly ‘’Dinner?!’’ Maccready stares at strong, confused and terrified ‘’Um yeah...The thing people do to eat? she wanted Duncan and Shaun to meet formally? you were invited remember?’’ ‘’oh’’ strong slowly and gently (for a supermutant) and slightly dusts Mac off and turned away MacCready laughed softly at how strange he could be and then stopped dead in his tracks ‘’Wait what the fu- ‘’

Hancock:

Once the institute was defeated Hancock and Sole both came up with the idea to have a party for everyone at the third rail, all of good neighbour was decorated from top to bottom with funny decor, synth scraps, all of that (much to x6′s dislike, he still went) everything was fine and dandy, everyone was partying it up, Magnolia switched It up for the night and was singing some upbeat party tunes, and then some random stumbled up to Sole, Hancock watched for a distance he knew Sole could handle themselves so he just watched silently, it was chill and all until Strong war cried, threw the person into some lit candles which then got caught on a decoration and set it on fire and then in shock some people bumped into each other and started fighting AND THEN as everything was going to shit Sole had to jump up to Strong to avoid the fire as it pooled around them, the way strong held onto Sole, told him enough whether supermutants could feel that kinda thing or not wasn't his business. Putting out his cigarette he sighs and decides to help in the chaos as Deacon walked into the third rail ‘’ I BROUGHT PIZZ- aaaa???!’’

BONUS

Sole:

Sole was sitting at dinner with Mac, Duncan and Shaun and turned towards the empty spot they had reserved for Strong with a sigh. They just continue to smile and eat, until the door gets fireman kicked down (I cannot stop with that) and strong appears Sole stands up and strong walks towards them, a pretty sweet looking belt in hand he throws it at sole and they catch it ‘’is this for me strong? well thanks! I-’’ then Strong picks them up and awkwardly  hugs them to his body sole struggles a little bit against him ‘’is this about the third rail? its alright strong I told you that I was just busy’’ Strong ‘’I’m trying to do human E fec tion’’ sole goes silent and then smiles softly ‘’thanks strong that’s really nice of you to do that for me, but you don’t have to I like you the way you are’’ strong slowly puts sole down and sole pats him on the arm 

Mac and Duncan just looked at each other awkwardly and kept eating the whole time

Bonus Bonus

Maxson:

(I hope this was okay!! thank you so much for requesting I had a BLAST doing it!! xxx)

[ryryisdabes]

30 question ask game

@onethousandrbirds tagged me and I'm very flattered, never done one of these before:

   name - Ry

   gender – They/Them for pronouns; I don't like to ascribe myself to labels. Physically I wish to be a genderless blob.

   star sign - Pisces

   height- 5′6(?)

   time – 9:33

   birthday - Feb

   favorite musicians – Clive Tanaka y Su Orquesta, Hot Chip, Earthly, The Derevolutions, Dan Deacon, Sam Celentano, Nat King Cole, Cut/Copy, Daft Punk, knxwledge, Butcher Brown, Miles Davis, Rei Harakami, Gorillaz, Bill Evans, MF DOOM, Nelward, TiRon & Ayomari, Oorutaichi, Thundercat

   favorite solo artist – Bibio

   song stuck in your head – "Smash Thru" - Nelward

   last movie – currently watching The Tingler staring Vincent Price. It's one of those cheesy 50's horror movies with a gimmick: the chairs would vibrate according to whatever was going on screen. Total schlock but Price is great in it as always.

   last show – rewatching Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (specifically Part 2) with a friend.

   when did i make this blog? – I believe my friend made this blog for me 2010~2011, didn't start actively using it till I would say 2013.

   what do i post? – almost exclusively reblogs of artwork that I like. This blog basically serves as a way to catalogue the things that inspire me.

   last thing i googled – "How much pressure does an Aeropress produce?" (apparently about 25 pounds of pressure. For comparison, an Espresso Machine produces *hundreds*).

   other blogs – ryjoy: my art blog that I am becoming more active with.

   do i get asks? – never, just the once-in-a-while porn bot asking me to click their links.

   why i chose this url – I actually didn't; my friend in highschool made this account for me, including the username.

   following – 800+

   followers – 300~ and they're almost entirely bots.

   average hours of sleep – 8 but I'm not afraid to sleep in.

   lucky number - 26

   instruments – I used to play the piano but haven't touched it in years.

   what i’m wearing – a blue sweater and grey loose, flowy pants.

   dream job – I'd love to own a tiny coffee shop by the sea, with my home on the 2nd floor above it. If you've heard of this OVA called Yokohama Kaidashi Kikō, I basically wish to be the main girl.

   dream trip – Honestly unsure. Like any good nerd I do want to talk a trip to Japan with friends, though I'd want to visit not just the city ideally.

   favorite food - Chocolate

   nationality – American

   favorite song – "This is the Day" - The The

   last book i read – embarrassingly cannot recall. Probably a Murakami novel or something.

   top 3 fictional worlds to live in – Pokemon for wonderful creatures and a society that resembles our own but utopic, Animal Crossing for a simple and enjoyable life with delightful animal neighbors, and maybe Harry Potter? I'm not a big fan, but it's basically our world but with magic and I would cast gender-bending spells on myself constantly just to spite JK.

I don’t really have anyone to tag but if you see this post, please, feel free to do this yourself and tag me. I’d love to see your replies!

[fallout4treasures]

I’m bored. Here are my actor choices for a Fallout 4 movie.

I don’t think it’s everyone, but it still took me all day.

I tried to keep them in a rough order of appearance.

Also, I based Nate and Nora off of the games’ preset. However, if I were actually casting a movie, I would just have open auditions. But anyway, here we go.

Nate:

Milo Ventimiglia

It was between him and Jensen Ackles. But honestly, I already had my Nora choice in my heart and I could just see Milo and her running to the vault in a panic together. If that’s not enough I saw Nate in him instantly. The widowed soldier desperately looking for his son in the annihilated future. Plagued with nightmares, but he would still stay warm and uplifting. Milo + Jumpsuit + Dogmeat = Yes, please.

Nora:

Anne Hathaway

Anything I say about her won’t do her justice. First off, she’s easily one of the most talented actors of all time. From the Princess Diaries to Les Miserables, she has proved time and time again that she can be anyone she wants to. Could she be a full-of-life but grief ridden mother, making new friends and enemies while shooting her way through the Commonwealth to find her kidnapped child? In her fucking sleep. Plus her presence would be plenty strong enough to stand up to any of the rest of our star studded, “would-be” cast.

Codsworth & all the Mr. Handy bots(voice):

Tim Curry 

I just want to see it, I have no other excuse.

Conrad Kellogg:

Christopher Meloni

I kept wanting to go with Jeffery Dean Morgan, but I just didn’t think I could learn to hate that face the way I hate Kellogg’s. But then once I thought of Christopher there was no other choice. He can do the voice and the terrifying, non-emotional thing with no issue. (His character seriously got to me in Handmaid’s Tale.) But he could also be relatable enough to actually feel for Kellogg while diving through his memories. 

Preston Garvey:

John Boyega

I had definitely forgotten about John when I was browsing through. My husband and I actually discussed him versus Donald Glover for awhile. In the end we decided that Boyega’s Preston would have a stronger stoic side as well as the fun loving friend. I think he would effortlessly display Preston’s disappointment in the Minutemen, as well as his survivor’s guilt.

Sturges:

Chris Pratt

This part is way too small for Chris nowadays, but I really think he could fall into Sturges’ carefree 50’s mechanic vibe. Plus I could see him throwing in a new sarcastic side to him that could be fun. If not, then I think he would still take him on perfectly, line for line.

Mama Murphy:

Helen Mirren

She’s powerful. She’s gorgeous. I would almost be afraid she would steal from anyone else on screen with her. And yet, it’s the surreal power that’s needed to make Mama Murphy a real life character. So there ya go. 

Paladin Danse:

John Krasinski

Have you seen him in Jack Ryan? I really think he could embody Danse, heart and soul. From his hardened and serious outsides to his soft, broken, and vulnerable insides. He would play the soldier with so much heart, and would probably have us sobbing when he struggles over his new identity. (Me being in love with both of them has absolutely nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.) Plus him in a flight suit. Nuff said.

Piper Wright:

Kat Dennings

First off, she’s freaking gorgeous. Second, I think Piper’s fiery personality would fit her like a glove. Plus she would take on the role of Nat’s big sister perfectly. If you’ve seen her in Thor then you already know she makes an excellent side-kick and adds some great comic relief.  

Mayor McDonough:

Alec Baldwin

I jumped around a lot with this one. I even considered people like James Spader and Jack Nicholson (too old, I know). But then I remembered Alec’s ability to lay on the cheeeeeese. I have no doubt he could handle McDonough’s suspicious but seemingly normal character, and transitioning into his manic and desperate attempt to stay alive. Plus, he would nail his “I am not a synth!” speech, finding the perfect balance of creepy and welcoming.

Ellie Perkins:

Ellie Kemper

She has an adorable, scrappy, and loving personality that glows every time she’s on screen. I don’t think I’ve seen her in anything serious, personally, but I bet she’d be up for the challenge. Especially to fill the role for someone cute and spunky like Ellie. 

Nick Valentine:

Liev Schreiber

I really, really struggled with this one. Obviously CGI and other special effects would have to happen no matter what, but whoever I chose still had to have those serious eyes, warm and friendly smile, and that old Boston gumshoe voice. Cue Liev. He’s probably a touch young, but if we’re already using CGI anyway so who cares.

Elder Arthur Maxson:

Tom Hardy

I don’t even feel the need to explain myself here. Venom. That’s all I’ll say.

X6-88: 

Michael B. Jordan

As sweet as his smile is, I feel like the minute Jordan pulls on a stone cold look, blood would drain the face of whoever was playing opposite of him. However he would easily be able to add the oddly comforting touch X6 has when he watches over the Sole Survivor. 

Desdemona:

Laura Prepon

Her commanding and sexy vibe in everything she plays is absolutely perfect. At least for me. She’s a bit young, but I think it would be easy enough to age her up. She would naturally become the leader of the Railroad, and would totally scare the piss out of everyone in her way.

Deacon:

Ryan Alosio 

Yep, the man himself. He’s got the look, the charisma, and he can obviously do Deac’s iconic voice. Don’t fix what’s not broken. If you’re not convinced, watch this very impressive reel of his. Or do it anyway because DAMN. It was shameful how quickly I fell in love. 

https://www.imdb.com/video/vi3911957785?ref_=nmvi_vi_imdb_1

Tinker Tom:

Anthony Mackie

Tom has a whole lot of energy to keep up with. I pushed him off to one of the last ones I chose because he is just so unique, and I actually needed my husband’s opinion. We finally settled on the talented and energetic Anthony. He’s goofy, absolutely lovable, and would probably have way too much fun playing into the crazy conspiracy bits.

Father(Old Man Shaun):

Gary Oldman

I feel bad not giving this brilliant actor a bigger role. His chameleon ability could land him almost anything here, but his soft but strong voice is literally perfect for Father’s. Just age him up a bit and he’ll melt into the role like with everything he doeswewse. He would make the reunion with Shaun 1000x more intense and emotional, and I could see him almost convincing all of us to join the Institute. I mean, it’s Gary fucking Oldman.

(Side Quest Characters)

John Hancock:

James Franco 

I actually couldn’t believe I hadn’t put this together before. I’m starting to wonder if Hancock was actually written for James. Super chill, but not scared to get shit done. Including taking care of Finn in the most casual and Godfather way possible within the first few moments of meeting him. Then afterward he would take some chems with Sole and talk about life for awhile. I’m totally okay with this idea.

Robert MacCready:

James Marsden 

I’ll be honest, I have never played with MacCready before. I had to watch some videos to get a feel for it but in the end I feel like I found a solid choice. I know he’s “pretty” but throw on some scruff, dirt, and a green cap and he’s there. Think Westworld.

Cait:

Karen Gillan

Cait can kick my ass any day, and that’s how I feel about Karen. They are both just so breathtakingly badass. Any sole survivor would struggle to keep from lusting after her, and then caring deeply as they worked through her drug addiction. 

Curie:

Mélanie Laurent

Both Curie and Melanie are just innocently stunning and can light up a room with a smile. Curie would be especially difficult because not only is she gorgeous, but she’s almost always the smartest one in the room, but I think Melanie could do her justice.

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So there is our very expensive cast list!

There’s a lot here that I feel on the fence about but this was still a lot of fun to do. I’m sure there are other actors that I have forgotten that could take on these characters too, so let me know what you would have done differently!

[fallout-snippets]

(Love ur blog! Take as long as you need to finish each ask! Work takes time and if u need to wait for a certain mindset thats ok!) Companions react to sole being overburdened and the companion is just like alright empty your bag ill carry something but its just 300+ teddy bears. Alternately its a single massive teddy bear dressed up as the companion.

(thank you! i really appriciate the validation :Dc doing this one before the old ones cause i gotta remind y’all that there’s gonna be like 20 asks in queue so if youre just sending one in it might take a while before you see it. please keep sending me asks tho! its always open)

Cait sighs in unbelievable frustration. “There’s hundreds of these! What the fuck are you even going to do with them?” She may ‘accidentally’ drop a few on the way back. Alt: She tears the head off of it. There can be only one. Also she’ll sideeye Sole for a long time after that.

Codsworth doesn’t really know what to say. He wants to be supportive but what the heck is this? Carries what he can because he did ask if they needed him to and of course he’ll help Sole but it might be a while before he asks again.Alt: he’s probably honestly really flattered. Totally ignores how impractical it is and gladly carries the whole thing all the way home. To think, Sole loves him this much!

Curie isn’t too bothered about it. She’s excited to see what Sole will put them to use for. Maybe they’ll tear out the stuffing to make better pillows and sew the ‘skin’ into blankets. Maybe they’ll hand them out to children to make them happier. The possibilites are endless.Alt: She doesn’t really get why but she knows it’s some sort of compliment. It’s not something someone would do out of malice, right? Agrees to help carry it but will ask a LOT of questions about it.

Danse probably refuses to carry them at first. Like, yeah Sole repurposes a lot of scrap into good things but teddy bears? Come on. Eventually gets begged into helping because he just can’t resist helping out.Alt: He’s completely perplexed. Has a million questions but he’s a little afraid to ask. He’ll help carry it home but he’ll make damn sure it gets hidden where no one will ever find it.

Deacon says “Oh whoa! Where’d you get these? I thought super-secret weapons like these were forbidden!” He’ll help Sole carry them home but probably because he wants a few to himself. There are already plans hatching in how to use them. Like, maybe he’ll place one at the foot of MacCreadys bed every morning and see how long until he completely freaks out.Alt: “Be-…Beacon? I thought I’d never see you again! Hey Sole, how’d you find my twinbrother?” Will absolutely shred it though, once Sole looks away. Says his twin had a horrible accident but oh well! Why dwell on it.

Dogmeat goes NUTS once he sees all the teddybears. Sole knows only half are going to make it home now. He leaves a trail of torn heads and stuffing behind them. Alt: His tail starts wagging so hard his whole butt wags. Wants to play and wants to play NOW. Will whine the whole way home until he gets to play with his new best friend.

Hancock stares at them for a minute. “I mean, I ain’t gonna judge you. I just… Alright.” Can’t really imagine the use for them but he trusts Sole. Like Codsworth, probably wont ask to help again for a while. Alt: Tries to keep it cool but is super flattered. “Y’know, if you just wanted somethin’ to cuddle I���m right here. Don’t need a teddy for that.”

MacCready takes one look at the teddy bears and says “No.” Eventually gets bullied or convinced to help out, depending on how you look at it, but is Not Happy about it. Will constantly let Sole know just how not happy he is. Alt: He’s also pretty flattered but mostly suspicious. What’s its purpose? Is it for comfort and cuddling? Is it a punching bag? Are they going to try to frame him for murder or something?

Nick just sighs and says “Kid…” Does help out because, like Codsworth, he did say he would. Lets them know though that if this the kind of stuff they collect until they’re overencumbered, they can keep it to themselves next time.Alt: He gets that it’s meant as some sort of compliment but it’s, like, too much of a compliment.

Piper says “Oh come on. You can’t possibly need all of these.” Agrees to carry a few but just enough so that Sole can carry the rest of it themselves. Probably keeps a cute one to herself but doesn’t admit it. Alt: Depending on how close they are, Piper is either a little creeped out or laughs about it. Isn’t really into it but as long as Sole doesn’t get gross about it it’s fine.

Preston hesitates but of course, trusts Sole to have a purpose for them. Plus they’re already heading back home to drop their inventory off, he should be helping them carry the load anyway. Alt: Like Piper it depends a little on how close the are. Less creeped out though and more worried that it might be some kind of joke he’s not in on. Doesn’t really laugh about it either but gets really shy when he thinks about Sole having a teddy bear dressed as him.

Strong thinks all scrap is crap so it being teddy bears doesn’t faze him. Picks it up and carries it because Strong is strong, tiny fluffy bears are nothing to him. Alt: Stares at it like Ferris Bueller until Sole hides it ‘cause obviously it’s freaking him the hell out.

X6-88 doesn’t question Soles requests. They are far more superior not only to him but to everyone else in the Commonwealth. If they want him to carry 300+ teddy bears he’ll carry 300+ teddy bears. Maybe it’s a test. To see how loyal he is.Alt: probably a little insulted as an initial reaction. Think he’s being compared as a teddy bear; soft and harmless. Then a little worried he might be getting replaced by it, in a humiliating send off. Later understands that it’s an affectionate gesture and it warms him.

Ada is already on board, don’t need to explain anything. It can always come in handy, better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it. Alt: if bots could cry she would. Gets weirdly sentimental and tries to hug Sole but is so into it she bruises their arms. If she wasn’t already ride or die for Sole, she is now.

Longfellow rolls his eyes but carries some. Probably ditches a few along the way but unlike Cait he doesn’t bother trying to say it was an accident. “Just a few casualties.” Dropkicks one off a cliff just because. Alt: Gets really happy about it, thinks it’s pretty cool they made it look just like him. Asks if he can keep it.

Gage is a little worried that his new Boss might be losing a few screws but then figures it might be some kind of psychological warfare on their enemies. Doesn’t ask about it because he doesn’t want to seem stupid but thinks long and hard and can’t imagine what they’re going to be used for. Alt: Doesn’t have a huge reaction. Thinks it’s neat they got his details down but makes sure to let them know people can still tell it’s a teddy bear and it’s a shitty decoy.

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Fallout OC Interview

@robobrainmurdermysterytheatre and @quinndecker214 tagged me to do this LITERAL AGES ago! Thanks for this and IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG it got lost in my drafts I hope it was worth the wait //shot I TAG @nuclearvessel @ronqueesha @tarberrymentats @wild-w4steland-snip3r @daddyfuckinlonglegs @saltsealed @thewookieruns No pressure!!

Choose an OC.

Answer them as that OC.

Tag 5 people to do the same.

1. What is your name? Nathaniel Christian Wright. Maiden name Ronan, if, aha, you like fun-facts.

2. How old are you? You know I lost count somewhere after 240?

3. What do you look like?

4. Where are you from? Where do you live now? I was born a good ways South of here, spent most of my childhood there. Moved to Boston... before the War. Now I stay with Piper in Diamond City between work, got an infield view and everything! Never would have bet on that the day I woke up in the Vault. I guess life’s funny, hunh? I - ...I’m glad to be there.

5. What was your childhood like? Oh, nothing special, really. My Pa was ex-military, a chaplain. Ma stayed home to tend the house, and raise rambunctious sons. She was - good. I wonder sometimes whether she’d be proud of me, out here.

6. What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions? Well, I am K i n g of the Castle - a-hem, I mean, General. Yeah, just General. (//Ronnie distantly yells something about the joke not being funny the 80th time)

[[There are rumors of Nate being a leading Railroad Agent, but he absolutely would not admit to that in a casual interview xD]]

7. Tell me about your best friend. Deacon? Hah! What can’t I tell you about him! He’s got a two-dozen kids. Twelve wives. One’s a ghoul. He’s also a synth, but you didn’t hear that from me. Has an extra toe on his left foot. Those sunglasses aren’t a fashion statement, they’re glued to his face. Horrible accident, really. Inoperable. He can speak five languages, including Zetan. I swear, it’s all true! But, ah. He’s a good friend. Better than he knows.

8. Do you have a family? Tell me about them! My son, Shaun, lives here at the Castle. I wish I could bring him to Diamond City, let him make friends with the other kids, try to give him something of the life he might’ve had before the War. But I’ve got enemies. The Minutemen have enemies. Comes with the job. It’s safer for Shaun to be here, out of the limelight. And also, you know, with a barracks full of guns ready at a minute’s notice if there’s trouble. My men are family, too. Hell, I feel closer to the people here than I did most of my own blood in the old world. There’s also my butler, Codsworth. And Natalie, Piper’s little sister - well, she may as well be my little sister, too. But hey, keep that one off the record. Nat’d never forgive me.

9. What about a partner or partners? I’m a happily tethered man, bound for life to one kickass reporter, Mrs. Wright. You may have heard of her. 

10. Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them? [Nate seems more guarded] Yeah, I know them. That graveyard across the channel used to be their airship. I wish it had ended differently, but... well, war never changes.

11. Who are your enemies, and why? I suppose that’s a natural follow-up question. Well, most of the Raider gangs will attack on sight. Gunners, too. But we’ve managed to clear a pretty safe stretch between major towns over the past year. Since the Minutemen have established a pro-synth stance, more than a few settlements shut their doors on us. Lost a fair number of volunteers. But no violence so far. Other than that... the remnants of Brotherhood here aren’t fond of me, personally. Why? We parted on bad terms. Lets just - leave it at that. Anyone else out here can tell you the story. There are Institute survivors, too. We tried to get as many noncombatants out as we could the day it fell, but it was a battle. It was messy. A lot haven’t forgiven me for turning on them. [sighs] ...Can you blame them? The Minutemen have kept a running list of Courser sightings since then. So many still aren’t accounted for. Keeps me up at night, sometimes.  

12. What about The Enclave? I’ve heard rumors. None of them good. 13. How do you feel about Super Mutants? Tough bastards. I wish we could help them. I know they don’t all go crazy, and Virgil was making progress on a cure. But I haven’t seen him in years. We’re not - really on speaking terms.

14. Have you ever fought a Deathclaw? More than once, and never unscathed. Not bragging! It’s the truth. Take a look at this, [he rolls back his sleeve to show a massive scar running over his upper arm] Piper and I got pinned down, lizard gutted me and nearly lost me an arm. Also? Ruined my best flannel shirt.

15. What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in? Bunker Hill. What a hellscape. Between the Railroad and the Institute, things were hot enough. But somehow the Brotherhood found out, too. It’s a wonder Bunker Hill wasn’t razed to the ground. My Courser escort was killed in a Railroad ambush and the synths we were after escaped. I barely got out alive.

[[Nate actually killed X4-18 and helped the synths escape, but that’s another Railroad secret :’D]] 16. Do you like fighting? No. But I’ll do what I have to to stay alive and protect the people I care about. 17. What’s your weapon of choice? A modified radium rifle. I was a sniper back in my army days, it’s what I’m trained in. But if the fight does get close, this gun’s versatile enough to still be useful. Wish my loadout back in Anchorage did that. I’m fond of the laser musket, too - but you only get one shot, and then everyone will know exactly where you are. Strategically it’s too limited.

18. How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?) My winning charm, of course! [winks] And trekking all over the Commonwealth keeps me fit for when folks aren’t so interested in talking. Piper keeps the luck for both of us. I’m - pretty sure I’m cursed, actually.

S(6) P(7) E(8) C(11) I(7) A(5) L(2)

19. Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them? I suppose I should be grateful, really. If not for the Vaults, I’d have died two centuries ago. I’d never have met Piper, or taught Shaun to play baseball. None of this... none of this at all would have happened. [grimaces] Don’t get me wrong. Vault-tec was fucking insane. The things they did to people in some of those Vaults-? I was uncharacteristically lucky. There’s a reason they call me the Sole Survivor, and it’s not from winning some tv game show about living on an island.

20. How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you? My Pip-Boy has a Geiger counter built in so I can avoid the worst of it. But sometimes it can’t be helped. I always keep Rad-Away and Rad-X on hand. Other than that, I bring the old vault suit to wear under my clothes if I know exposure’s inevitable. It helps a little. Piper likes to tease me about that, but somehow I think she prefers me with hair and less than six limbs. Plus, my ass looks great in blue. Her words. Not mine. Yes, you can quote that.

21. What’s your favorite wasteland critter? The radstags, no doubt! [motions to Legs Washington] Look at those little extra arms wiggling around. Adorable.

22. What’s your least favorite wasteland critter? Yao guais. They are way too stealthy for something that big. I dunno what they’re eating up in Maine, but Far Harbor was full of them. Big, grumpy ones. And look, have you ever tried to outrun a bear? Don’t.

23. How do you feel about robots? I like the ones that aren’t shooting at me! Codsworth and Ada are friends. Isabel’s eyebot, Sparks? Adorable. I even got this hat from an old Sentry named Ironsides. Those Rust Devils and their junk bots though? I try not to fight them without a lot of backup. Got ambushed by a Succubus once. Not a good time. At all.

24. How many caps do you have on you right now? Why, you planning to rob me? Kidding. About 200, which is a lot for me generally speaking.

25. Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla? [Suddenly excited] Wait, does Sunset Sarsaparilla still exist?

26. Do you do chems? Aside from Med-X when I’ve been shot? Not if I can help it.

27. Do you ever think about the Pre-War world? Not as often as in the beginning, but it does happen sometimes. I’ll have dreams where I’m back in my old life, and it’s always... disorienting.

28. What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently? There are - a lot. I’ll admit it. Sometimes I wonder, if I’d only just - hm... Well. To be honest, I’ve been trying not to linger so much on what I’ve done wrong, and focus on what I can do right for the future instead. Piper taught me that.

29. What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve?  I’ll always be proud to call myself Mr. Wright. If I can be half the man Piper tells me I am, I’ll consider it a life well lived.

30. What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world? Geeze, you could give my wife a run for her money with a loaded question like that! I want... a future where folks don’t have to be afraid of monsters coming after them in the night. I want synths to have a fair chance at living their own lives, as who they are, without pretending. I want Shaun to - be able to grow up. For myself? Everything I need is right here already.

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Companions Getting Caught Writing Fanfics

Written by a guy who can dance better than Star Lord himself, @saintlyguy!

Ada: Accidentally playing one of Ada’s personal holotape journals led to quite the discovery; Ada likes stories. A particular favorite seems to be Frankenstein’s Monster, as evident in her own self insert. Wait, what?

“Forlorn after the death of their lover, the estranged Mr/Mrs. Freeze of the abandoned Vault 111 creates an automaton to care for them and maybe even grow to love.”

ADA WHAT?!

Cait: She’s scrappy and hasn’t exactly had a taste of the good life (albeit the nuclear apocalypse makes that nearly impossible). But that’s probably why she has a soft spot for that radio play on WRVR that came on about that street girl who gets taken in by some gentleman to be educated into some Fair Lady. Cait would often be seen singing and dancing all night about how the rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain; singing as if she were the punk taken in by Professor Sole-

“CLOSE THE DOOR! KNOCK NEXT TIME! Did you see anything?”

No Cait. The Sole Survivor definitely didn’t see you singing and dancing then shoving your fan script into your mouth to dispose of the evidence.

Codsworth: He can’t exactly write, but Codsworth can be found daydreaming his fantasy of being a titular sitcom butler. Because he already is living out his dream of serving his Sole Survivor! Accompanying them out in the wastes and tidying them as well as their house is perfect for a bot such as himself. Although he will put those Old World sitcom jokes to use.

“Hey Codsworth, could you make me a sandwich?”

The butler places his master’s head between two slices of bread.

“There, I’ve made you a sandwich.”

Curie: How in the world does a scientist develop a taste for sci-fi? Hanging around MacCready and Kent. If you go through Curie’s notes, you’ll see doodles and short stories of her and her Sole Survivor in many situations where motley romances could blossom. Like there’s one where she’s a hologram assistant to vigilante Sole in the year 2099. Hell there’s even one where she’s a doctor who develops feelings for a cyborg ninja.

Danse: A man who’s situated to the influence of knighthood and chivalry, you would guess right that you’d find some fantasy AUs in his room. One where he’s a paladin (of course); in fact one of five who must venture into the Castle of Lions to find the Legendary Defender. There’s even one where he’s a Templar who falls for runaway mage Sole, the very target he was sent to capture.

Deacon: Ok who gave Deacon those old sitcom holotapes? It’s bad enough that him being a pathological liar makes hime good at telling stories, but it’s worse when he puts his friends in them:

(SING ALONG)

“Here’s the story, of a single parent. who was gearing up to form some sort of crew.”

“There’s an android detective.”

“A robot butler.”

“Even a ghoulish mayor.”

“It’s the story, of a secret agent. One of the greatest to ever walk the wastes.”

“And a reporter.”

“An android doctor.”

“Ad Victorium!”

“So then one day all these people were assembled. To find the child who was stolen from the vault. And this crew was labeled The Companions. That’s how we all became the Fallout Bunch!”

Dogmeat: He can’t write, not that he needs to! His dreams are reality because he has YOU!

Gage: Pirates?! Oh come on! Is it cuz of the eyepatch? Or was it those stories Longfellow told? Well... I guess the idea of being the scourge of the seas does has it’s appeal. For the bootlicker Gage is, it wasn’t surprising that in most of his poorly written stories he was the Sole Survivor’s first mate. What was surprising and even off putting was that one fic where he was the prisoner of a siren and was made to... do things for his freedom.

Hancock: The mayor had always wanted to be in a rock band (he probably is one in another life), to the point of playing air guitar and even writing stories. Whenever Sole tries to see what he’s writing, Hancock lights it on fire and throws it. That’s because Sole was always in his rockstar fantasies; whether as his number one fan or manager. Sole got a peek at his stories when they found Hancock asleep in the middle of writing! And would you look at that, he even started writing a song.

Longfellow: A rugged man in a place like Far Harbor wouldn’t know where to find someone after Hannah. However stories of survivalists and men of the land making city girls swoon did have some appeal to him. His favorite being about a reporter falling for a guy who can commune with animals and survived a crocodile attack. He has written a story or two for fun; often there’s a damsel in distress who needs rescuing from the mediocrity of urban life.

Maxson: “What the hell is this?!” Sole thought to themself as they read Maxson’s fantasy of recruiting girls with cat ears into the Brotherhood, all of which have feelings for their Elder.

“Y’know. Like nya?”

................................

“Arthur. I don’t want your garbage.”

Nick: While Nick wasn’t a detective, he was an adventurer! At least on paper he was. He still had a fedora, but instead of a nightstick, Tomb Raider Nick had a whip! He’d go to exotic places and uncover the secrets of lost civilizations. Often he’d run into the mysterious stranger Sole who’s often after the same treasure as he is. Sometimes he wins, sometimes they win, and sometimes they both win...in bed.

“Nick, what are you typing?”

CTRL Z!

MacCready: You couldn’t have survived Little Lamplight without having some fun. Mac’s escape was comic books and writing his own stories, some of which insert him into The Unstoppables. Mac’s longest fanfic is where he is admitted into UA High School, Unstoppables Academy. There he trains to become ALL MAC, the symbol of peace!

“It’s fine now. Why? BECAUSE I’M HERE!”

The most recent chapter shows All Mac recruiting the anti-hero, Survivor on a mission and on a date.

Piper: She’s a reporter on and off the record. Someone as articulate in writing as Piper uses it as a past time as well. She writes bedtime stories for Nat as well as scribe her daydreams. Lately she’s been writing about a Boston Bugle reporter attempting to get an exclusive with the city’s super powered defender clad in a blue jumpsuit and red cape. Coincidentally this started a bit after she started traveling with the Sole Survivor.

Preston: He’s got a thing for diners. Yes diners. He’s seen many old ads that show the vibrant environment, delicious non irradiated food, and pretty waitresses. You can sometimes see him hanging in the old diners after establishing a perimeters to have a lunch and do paperwork. Wait, paperwork? What the hell is he writing?

“The strapping general sat down awaiting for his favorite waiter/waitress to take his order.

‘Want something sweet?’ They ask.

He responds ‘How about you?’”

Yep. Nope. It’s paperwork, definitely nothing else.

Strong: Sometimes Strong can be found using raider and glowing one blood to draw on the concrete in Sanctuary.

“Hey Strong, what are you drawing?”

“Us.”

On the pavement, there are two super mutants. One of them is drawn with synth coolant to have blue.

“Strong wishes you were super mutant. Humans are losers.”

Gee thanks Strong.

“Strong is loser too.”

“But together, we take back what we lose!”

Huh, that was actually sweet.

X6-88: This guy knows nothing outside of recapturing synths. Although in the Institute he has seen many old films that the scientists enjoy during their downtime. His favorite being the one where the singer and her bodyguard fall in love. He especially liked the song in that movie. When he was asked to write something for a maintenance test, X6 wrote a story of the bodyguard named X who’s hired to protect Boston’s favorite singer. And from that story, the Institute programmed a synth to sing. Although no one knows what happened to her. When charged with guarding the director’s parent, X6 was asked what he could do. Besides shooting.

“I can write.”

What have you written.

X6 pulled out a binder labeled Work in Progress.

It’s as heavy as a dumbbell.

[kingarise]

The Princess in the Tower

Written for @kan0e101 with her character, Snowwhite

                                          The Princess in the Tower

“Why would the new clockwork be out here? An entire tiny island just for a single tower and a single clockwork?” Lucette asked as her ship drew steadily closer to the small islet before her. Her uncle, Kane, sent her here as a mission or so he said.

“I need you to go check on a special clockwork in a tower not far from here. She is very much favored by Queen and is very dear to her. I want you to make certain that she is in pristine condition and that her audio channels work perfectly.” Kane commanded, looking at Lucette from behind his large desk. Lucette raises a confused eyebrow at her uncle’s odd command and quickly swallows the macaron before speaking.

“But why? Why not send Deacon or Rooke to check? Or Ulysses?” She asked, picking up another macaron and dropping it in her mouth. 

Kane let out a slightly annoyed sigh before answering. “Because Deacon is dealing with trading matters in Polaris, Rooke is settling a rebellion in Mooshu, and Commodore Septimus is in Marleybone. And do not bother asking about Queen or even worse, Phule. Queen is with Dowager Queen Margherita at the Trianon Palace, and Phule better be busy with other things. So that only leaves you who is not doing anything. I already cleared out your schedule so that you would have no more lessons for the rest of the day just so you can complete this short and easy task for me. If you do, it would only be for an hour at most and you would have the rest of the entire day to yourself to do as you please. Besides, I believe you will like this particular clockwork.”

Lucette lets out an irritated exhale through her nose at her Uncle’s words and glares at him until she finally gave up the pointless fight.

“Fine, Uncle. As you command, oh great and noble and wise Supreme Commander. I will give orders for my crew to prepare to set sail.”

“No need. I already did that before I brought you here. And I already sent them the coordinates.” Kane cut in, stopping the princess in her tracks. Lucette slowly pivoted around to glare harshly at her uncle.

“Let me guess, you had this all planned from the start. I thought you said you wanted a niece and uncle talk.” She said ruefully, a part of her hurt at the reveal. She should have expected that, her uncle never stops plotting whether it is needed or not. Her uncle seemed to sense the hurt in his niece and gently comforted her. In his own way.

“No, I just know my stubborn, bull-headed niece well enough to plan around her. I was confident that she will think logically and rationally, the way I taught her to think, and do as I ordered. And I did not lie. You are my niece, I am your uncle, and we are talking. See?” Her uncle said, his attention now more on the work in his hand than the woman standing by the door. 

‘And people wonder where I got my sarcasm from.’ Lucette thought, rolling her eyes. “Sure, Uncle. Whatever you say. Am I dismissed?”

“Yes, you are. Have a good day, Lux Mea.”

“You as well, darling Uncle.”

“Your Highness, we are about to dock.” Angelus Avis’s voice cut through Lucette’s wander down memory lane, bringing her focus back onto the mission. Once the ship was finally docked, Lucette glided down to meet with the captain musketeer, nodding her acknowledgement of his salute.

“Your Highness.”

“Captain, I wish to meet with the clockwork that is kept here. I was sent by Supreme Commander Kane.” She announced, looking around disapprovingly at the severe lack of soldiers. There were only three, two musketeers and a marine, guarding the island and the tower a couple miles away from the palace and Cadiz. If something were to ever happen, it would take minutes too long to reach here. This clockwork had better be a fighter.

“As you command, Your Highness. Please follow me.” The captain pivoted around and walked towards the tower, Lucette following behind while Avis followed from the rear.  Lifting the hem of her dress to walk up the stairs, Lucette marched behind the captain up the needlessly long stairway, all the way to the top. At the top, the captain stopped at a single wooden door with a golden keyhole and door knob, knocking on the door three times in the traditional mechanical way of clockworks.

“Snowwhite, Her Highness is here to speak with you.” The captain announced, stepping back when the muffled sound of a crash came through the door, the sound of light feet running around.

“Coming!” A muffled female voice rang out, coming closer to the door with hurried footsteps. When the door opened, Lucette could only stare at the sight before her in confusion. In front of her stood a petite woman with pale white skin and pitch black voids for eyes  customary of clockworks, however everything else about her was...odd. She had a brass carving of a peacock embedded into her right cheek, instead of a golden corona around her eyes, she had black dots similar to beauty spots right under her eyes. On the top part of her eyeholes were golden designs that looked similar to wings, matching the golden peacock figurine that rested in the clockworks pitch black locks. That was another odd thing about the clockwork, her hair wasn’t white like other clockworks. 

‘Strange, why would she have black hair? It makes her stick out like a sore thumb.’

Her clothing was even odder, she wasn’t a dress nor truly a suit. It was some strange combination of leggings and a dress, the lower area being black while the dress parts were white and yellow. Her sleeves were militaristic but had ruffled edges, adding to Lucette’s theory of this particular clockwork not being a fighter.

“Oh! Hello, um, Your Majesty.” The clockwork greeted nervously. Lucette’s mouth twisted into a frown at the mistitle.

“It is Your Highness. Your Majesty is for Kings, Queens, Emperors, and Empresses. I am a Princess.” Lucette corrected sternly, staring down at the now flustered clockwork.

“Oh! I-I am so sorry, Your Highness.” The clockwork quickly apologized with another curtesy. Lucette only sighed and waved it away.

“No matter. May I come in?”

“Oh, of course. Come in.” The clockwork ushered the princess in, staring at Avis in wonder in her gaze. Lucette’s cold gaze swept over the room, making certain to notice everything obviously out of place. There were some cogwheels on the ground near a basket full of them, a spool of thread tangled together on a desk, a large messy array of tools she has seen in her Uncle’s workshop many times, and some copper wires. Very reminiscent of her grandfather’s workshop. Pushing away the sad memories, she sharpened her gaze and turned to the clockwork who was now scurrying about the place. The delicate woman placed a cushioned chair in front of her, placing another chair in front before nervously sitting down. Lucette stared the clockwork down, letting her fidget in silence for a few minutes, before finally speaking.

“Your designation.”

“My desig-Oh! You mean my name! My name is Snowwhite. I am a songbot created by Queen.” She answered cheerfully, the answer causing Lucette to frown. 

‘A songbot? Really, Queen? Of all the things you could’ve created her to be, you made her be able to sing.’ She growled mentally, glaring up at the ceiling before directing her attention back to the clockwork.

“Do you have any fighting abilities whatsoever?”

“Uh, well, I’m really good with pistols and rifles. But I have never used them on an actual person.” She replied nervously, her fingers toying with her black curls.

“Very well then. Let’s check your voice box. Sing for me.” She ordered, crossing her arms and sitting back in her seat. The bot hurriedly readied herself, dusting off her dress and clearing her throat, for what, Lucette did not know.

“What would you like me to sing, Your Highness?”

“Greensleeves.” She tossed out flippantly, not really caring about what she wanted to sing. She just wanted to make sure that the bot was in pristine condition and go home.

“Alas my love, you do me wrong

To cast me off so discourteously.

And I have loved you oh so long

Delighting in your company.”

She would be lying if she said that she wasn’t shocked into silence when the clockwork began to sing, a powerful melodic voice coming from the unmoving lips of her mask. Queen designed her well. Lucette sat silently as Snowwhite finished her song,silently wondering what exactly was Snowwhite’s purpose was. If she was a song bot then where does she sing and to whom?

“A marvelous performance, Snowwhite. I will admit that I had low expectations but you have exceeded them all. Kane will pleased with the report.” She complimented, giving a short applause, before rising from her seat. “That is all for now, good day, Snowwhite.”

“Wait!”

Lucette stopped in her tracks, looking back at Snowwhite with a raised brow.

“Yes?”

“I...You are close to Kane, right?” She hesitantly questioned.

“I would like to think so. Why?”

“What is he like?” She asked quietly, fingers toying with her sleeves. Lucette paused for a minute, thinking up an answer before answering.

“He has a commanding aura, one that he wields expertly. He is stern, sometimes cold, always has a plan and likes things going according to those plans. Anyone stepping out of line too much is dealt with.” She explained, crossing her arms over her chest as she answered. Snowwhite’s form wilted, like a flower without the sunlight it desperately needed. 

“Oh, I-I see.”

“However, he also has his soft spots. He likes it when I bring him marigolds from my gardens. He compliments sparingly so that when he does give one, you will know that he meant it. He likes to dance, whenever he has no duties to deal with. He dances with such deliberateness, such skill and grace that one would think he was floating on air.” She added softly, her mind drifting back into pleasant memories. Some from recent years, others from the far past.

Her words were like rain on a dying flower, Snowwhite’s body language perking up at what Lucette said. It was interesting watching this particular clockwork’s body language. Most of the others either don’t have the emotional capacity or are really good at hiding it.

“I...I see. One more question.” “Hm?”

“Will you attend my performance at the Opera? I mean, you don’t have to but…” Snowwhite trailed off, her pale white fingers fiddling with the ruffles on her sleeves. “I think you would like it.”

Lucette smiled, because she knew what Snowwhite actually meant. She wanted her to bring Kane to her performance.

‘Why not? I haven’t been to the Opera in months. No harm in going.’

“Yes. I will bring him to see you.” She answered, looking over her shoulder at the clockwork with a subtle smile before walking out the small room.

As her ship sailed for home, Lucette stood on the prow, watching the fading tower on the island disappear the further away they got. 

“Angelus.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Send a message to my uncle to see if there’s any nearby dates without lessons. It has been a long while since he and I have enjoyed a night out” She ordered, her mind already spinning with plans.

[atomic-lexa]

71. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me and 76. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” for Deacon please?

A Dream of You

(Deacon/Sole Survivor)

Prompt #71: “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Prompt #76: “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

Unforgiving, the synth-saving business. Doing what he considered ‘good’ in an avaricious and ashen world scarcely had its perks. Still, nights like this, it all seemed especially taxing. He could barely see the lantern light in the shop window through the pelting rain. He wasn’t going to complain- not with Sole and the Synth, Martin (M5-29, as it were), in his company. He looked back, to make sure they were still close. Sole had their jacket over Martin’s head, left to be washed by the torrent downpour themself.

He pulled at the door to the shop, and held it open for them. Inside, the steady pummeling of the storm was muted, though persistent. Sole worked to dry themself off, and Deacon did the same. The chill would set in soon, he knew, but they had shelter now, and he had a job to do. At this moment, it was entertaining his party so they wouldn’t think about it.

“Rough night, huh?” He prompted, flashing a grin at Martin. The synth offered a sheepish smile, too tired and cold to laugh.

“We’re almost home, Martin.” Sole said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder, in hopes encouragement might seep through the soaked leather of his jacket. Martin blinked gratefully, instructed silence from his previous agent, but conveying his emotions nonetheless.

Moments like that, they made the whole thing worth it. After Switchboard, it didn’t seem like they’d ever be back to business- not without the crippling paranoia, anyway. But here, no matter what he’d done before, this helping of someone lost, someone scared; he was good here. This was merciful atonement. Helping someone who needed it, obsequious to innocent compassion.

The rain eased, reduced to fingers drumming lightly on the roof. They were waiting for an Agent to meet them, and after passing off Martin into safe hands, were likely to return to old North for a modest rest before returning to the field. Deacon sat back, keeping an eye out to ensure that the lantern was still burning softly.

“Sensors indicating concealed organic life form.”

The low, processed voice came from just outside their shelter. He straightened, head snapping back toward the door. None of them moved. The sound of fiber-plastic scuffing concrete was closer now, and Sole reached for their weapon. Deacon didn’t have a slealthboy on him. He untucked the Deliverer from his coat and moved fluidly to a shadowed corner of the room- knowing hiding from Gen 2’s was ardently useless. Sole ushered Martin away from the door, but before they got behind cover, the door, though barricaded, snapped open. Sole shouted something, before pushing Martin from the line of laser shots that illuminated the darkness in azure flashes; finding old wood instead of flesh. Deacon fired from the other side of the room, hitting one bot in the head, and grazing another- which Sole took care of.

From the sound of it, there were more.  Deacon took Martin by the arm and pulled him up a flight of stairs, to the second level of the building, Sole covering the rear.

“Don’t worry. This kinda stuff happens all the time.” He said to the frightened synth with a smile. That was a lie. In fact, Deacon’s heart was racing thinking about Sole on the floor below taking on god-knows-how-many Gen 2’s by themself.

He brought Martin to a window with a fire escape. “Get down there, and go around the Southside of the city until you make it to the brewery. Wait for us there. And don’t worry- you’ll be totally fine.” Something like glass breaking sounded loudly from downstairs. “We’re experts.” He smiled. Deacon patted his back, and ensured he made it safely down the escape, before dropping his confident countenance and rushing back down the stairs.

The lantern had tipped over, and the oil had lit- he was greeted by dancing flames, and a vibrant orange. Numerous synth bodies littered the floor, but Sole was taking cover behind an old shelf. Blood smeared their face, and they had a hand gripping their shoulder, their weapon in the other. Deacon went to them, still hearing synthetic murmurs from outside.

“It’s… It just grazed my shoulder.” They said, with effort.

“Well since you’re fine, would you mind getting the rest?” He said, without thinking, already pulling them up the stairs. They laughed weakly.

He helped them out the upstairs window, and back out into the drizzling rain. They struggled down the stairs, but did well enough supporting themself on ground level. Taking off toward the brewery, he didn’t stop to look back at the flames.

When nearly there, Sole slowed down, leaning on him increasingly as the night grew light with dawn’s arrival. It was more than just a graze, he knew. What wasn’t drenched with water and sweat, was soaked in hot blood. At the door of their destination, they collapsed into him. He didn’t mind carrying them in- he was impressed they’d made it as far as they did. But the weight of wondering if they would get back up again was nauseating.

He spent over an hour cleaning, stitching, and bandaging their wound. By that time, early morning, the Agent they’d been awaiting had found them at their back-up safehouse and picked up Martin, who was hesitant to leave- thanking Deacon profusely. He didn’t think he deserved any thanks. It was Sole who had held off countless Gen 2’s and almost died in the process.

Nevertheless, they were alone now. And Deacon didn’t know what to do with himself; worse, he didn’t know what he’d do with himself if they didn’t wake up.

Walking over to where they lay on a worn couch, he took a seat in a chair nearby. Reaching over, he took their cold hand in his.

“Sole,” He said softly. Softly, for his fear that it might be the last time he had the privilege of saying it.

“You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me. And you need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” It wasn’t a lie. When he met them, loneliness lost it’s appeal. Mystery lost its seduction. Lies lost their magic. He’d only wanted them; the subtle nuances in the way they spoke and held themself. He found himself wanting to tell them the truth- wanting to give them that part of himself he’d only ever given to people who were now dead. He didn’t want to be alone anymore; the kind of alone where you’re surrounded by people but not a single one of them has any idea who or what you are.

Pulling himself together, slowly, he sank down, laying his head beside them. Though he couldn’t bring himself to sleep, he closed his eyes. Doc Carrington would critique his suturing skills, but if Sole lived, it was enough.

He had no inkling of how much time passed while he grappled with his fear and existentialism. There was a small movement in the hand he held. He sat up quickly, studying them. Their chest rose subtly, and they swallowed. Finally, their eyes opened so slightly, he almost couldn’t tell they were open. They turned their head to him.

“Hey, buddy. How ya feelin’?” Despite his diction, he couldn’t hide his fear or exhaustion by the wavering of his voice.

“Is Martin safe?” They asked, in nothing more than a hoarse whisper.

He nodded. “Safe and sound. You did a hell of a job, heavy. As usual.”

They smiled. “Deacon,”

“Yeah, partner?”

“You’re holding my hand.”

He pretended to be confused, holding up their arm, and theatrically inspecting it. “Oh, this? I could have sworn this was mine! Thought I lost it back there…”  

Sole laughed, which quickly turned into a cough. They squeezed his hand softly. “We made it, partner.” He moved to lace their fingers with his.

“Yeah. We did.”

I’m emo cause I’ve been listening to Wasteland, Baby! nonstop, so this ended up longer than I originally intended. Only the best for the Deacon stans out there

[eggoreviews]

Playstation All Stars 2 - Dream Roster! (PART 1)

I love Smash a lot. And I really wish that PS All Stars was a bit, you know, better. A few mechanical tweaks and the addition of some sorely missed character could turn All Stars into a genuinely awesome fighter, so here’s my dream roster for if Sony did ever attempt to clean up the slight mess they made the first time.

Note: I’ve cut a few from the first game. I’m keeping it to one character per franchise. There’s 42 altogether (because I don’t know when to stop) so here’s the first 21!

Aloy (Horizon Zero Dawn)

Here’s a fairly obvious pick, with Horizon being one of the Playstation’s most recent flagship RPGs. The star of Sony’s answer to Breath of the Wild but with added machine animals, Aloy’s tale of discovering her place in her beautiful, post-apocalyptic world is certainly a heartfelt one and it’s easy to get attached to. Plus, she has her bow, spear, traps and focus chip, so the moveset just sort of makes itself.

Astro Bot (Astro Bot: Rescue Mission)

The arguable mascot of Playstation VR, I think Astro Bot would be an unusual fighter, yet a perfect fit into an All Stars sequel. I’m sure they can think of a cool moveset from Rescue Mission and his brief cameos in the VR Playroom! I mean, if Nintendo can weaponise the Wii Fit Trainer, Sony have it easy with Astro Bot.

Big Daddy (Bioshock series)

The first character I’m carrying over from the first game, I think Big Daddy is just such a surprising character that I didn’t have the heart to cut him out. He’s a cool looking robot and I really liked Bioshock Infinite. So Daddio stays.

Cloud (Final Fantasy VII)

In an act I can only describe as ‘big oof’, Nintendo managed to swipe up Cloud to appear in a certain other fighting series, despite the fact that Cloud is most heavily associated with Playstation. And his home game is the most iconic game on the PS1. Hey, I’m not saying I don’t want him in Smash (he’s my main I love my big sword twink), but can’t they share? He’s gotta be here too, come on.

Colonel Radec (Killzone series)

Being 100% honest right now, I know basically nothing about Killzone. But what I do know is this guy has a cool helmet and probably uses a lot of guns. So he can stick around I guess. Plus, I’ve been meaning to try Killzone out for a while.

Crash Bandicoot

As the previous mascot for the PS1, Crash was one of the most glaring omissions from the first game. He’s got enough different ways of jumping around and riding motorbikes to make for a cool moveset, so if they’re doing another one, Crash really does need to be onboard.

Dante (Devil May Cry series)

Dante is heckin cool and his moveset potential is awesome and that’s kind of all there is to it, so I think he kind of needs to come back. In terms of design, it doesn’t matter too much, but it would be REALLY cool if they either went back to the original PS2 design or to his new DMC5 model. Either way, Dante would be one people would miss.

Deacon St. John (Days Gone)

The protagonist in Sony’s upcoming zombie thing Days Gone seems like he’d pretty cool in a crossover fighter, that is if they can make him unique. I doubt having him run everyone over on his bike would quite cut it, but it seems like Days Gone is gonna be pretty good, hopefully good enough to justify his place here. Bring on the bike dad.

Delsin Rowe (InFAMOUS: Second Son)

I’ve replaced Cole MacGrath with the series’ most recent protagonist, Delsin Rowe. I feel like this chaotic rebel with big ol superpowers would fit just as well as Cole, but seems a little more recognisable due to him being a little more recent.

Doom Slayer (Doom)

A lot of people have been speculating that we could be seeing Doomguy in Smash, but I think there’d be much less need for censorship if we saw him in a PS All Stars. They wouldn’t even need to tone him down at all, he can just go full out gun. You can’t tell me that wouldn’t be fun.

Ellie (The Last of Us)

I mean yeah, there’s Joel, but I think Ellie would be the much cooler pick, especially now she’s all grown up in Part 2. Not the most obvious choice for an over the top crossover fighter, but The Last of Us is Playstation royalty, and by extension, Ellie. And hey, she has enough usage of cool weapons to keep her place on the roster so I would be more than down for this.

Emily Kaldwin (Dishonored series)

I think Emily is pretty much my most wanted character. I love Dishonored and I toyed around with Corvo in my head for a while, but ultimately settled on Emily because I think her powers are a bit cooler. Such an obvious fit if you think about it, with her cool shadow reach thing and all her weapons. Basically, she needs to be here.

Fat Princess

Who is Fat Princess? Does anyone actually know? Because I don’t. The pure enigma around her keeps her on the roster.

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher series)

Monster hunter by trade. Wields two swords and a crossbow. Has access to several magic signs that allow to create magic traps or set things on fire. Plus, he’s the protagonist of one of the best RPGs of this console generation. Put him in pls.

Heihachi Mishima (Tekken series)

Another veteran I’m keeping, as I think the sequel would still need its representation from an actual fighting game. I mean, Nintendo got Street Fighter so it’s only fair Playstation get to keep Tekken. And no one’s gonna be mad, he’s from a fighting game so of course his moves would be cool.

The Hunter (Bloodborne)

It was either this guy or Solaire of Astora, so I thought I’d stick with the one that’s the PS exclusive. I imagine the Hunter as a fast-paced fighter who’s a bit jumpy, which would be a good contrast to some of the other heavier fighters. He’s got plenty going for him and he’s from a great game, so he seems an obvious choice.

Isaac Clarke (Dead Space)

Everyone’s favourite janitor who’s in way out of his depth, Isaac Clarke, is here to stay. Access to fun weapons and would probably be a nice break for him to fight Fat Princess rather than the necrofuckery he normally has to deal with. Oh, but don’t make him DLC this time.

Jak and Daxter

The poster boys of some of the best platforming on the PS2, these guys were clear picks for the first game and it’d be a little sad if you cut them from the sequel.

Joker (Persona 5)

I am BEYOND excited for my best boi to get into Smash, but it also makes a little too much sense he join in for an All Stars sequel. After all, P5 started life as and still is a PS4 exclusive, though I suppose that’s likely to change soon. Still, let him and Cloud join the fun too!

Kat and Dusty (Gravity Rush)

I have never played Gravity Rush, but I’ve heard that it’s pretty much amazing, so I thought I’d leave a spot for these two and carry them over. Plus, their designs are cool so I’m here for it.

Knack

Yeah, yeah, I know. Knack was kind of rubbish and Knack 2 was more rubbish. But how cool would Knack be in a fighting game? He could be a really technical fighter, switching between two separate movesets for his bigger and smaller forms, a bit like Pokemon Trainer in Smash. And he’s owned by Sony so he’d be easy to slot in. Sure the games weren’t great, but as a character concept, yes please.

So there’s the first half! Curious as to my other 21 picks? Drop in next week to see who they are! If you’ve got characters you’d like to see, let me know down below and we can all talk about a game that will probably never happen. Have a gr8 day.