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"For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning." ~ T.S. Eliot

Max Deacon and Jenna Thiam in The Collection (2016)

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Morfydd Clark (as Shelly / Mustang67) MIV JUST BEING AN ACTION HERO (3rd SET) In a VR game that can actually kill you. THE CALL UP (2016) [+] ..more GIFs on MORFYDD CLARK 💥 [+] ..more on “The Call Up” 🎬

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[supervillain-smut]

So, I saw this on Reddit, and had a few ideas.

For example:

Too many beds with Cooper. Sure, you're in a warehouse with plenty of choices. Somehow, the one you picked also happens to be the one he wants.

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss with Giovanni. This trainer really has no idea who they just "saved" from Team Rocket.

Really nice guy who only hates you with Deacon. The most personable man in the whole Railroad, but for some reason you two are mortal enemies.

True hates kiss with Astarion or Reaver. Oh, how he'd hold the fact he's the one to break your curse over your head. Make you work for your salvation and freedom.

OH THE ANGST of lovers to enemies with Fenris with a mage S/O that slowly corrupts, and the absolute heart-wrenching of Soulmates who are fated to kill each other with Wesker and a BSAA S/O.

Everyone's convinced you aren't actually dating with Vicar Max.

[comicwaren]

From Amazing Spider-Man Vol. 6 #046

Art by Carmen Carnero and Marcio Menyz

Written by Zeb Wells

[fallout-fucker]

Crows Of The Commonwealth

I was on CrowTok and it made me come up with an idea.

So, obviously a lot of the crows in the Commonwealth are made by the Institute, though I personally like to believe that there are still a lot of crows that are regular ones, too.

Crows are an incredibly smart species of bird, which makes sense as to why they're the ones the Institute use. To my memory, I don't think there are any other birds in the game. Again, I'd like to headcanon that they're not the only ones left but if only a few species of birds managed to survive the bombs and the aftermath, I wouldn't put it past crows to be one of those species due to that intelligence.

Crows are known for recognising people, which also works in favour of the Institute as to why they'd choose them specifically. If you are able to tell the difference between individual crows, you'll be less likely to question if a specific one if following you if you are aware they likely recognise you.

However, they're also known to bring gifts and trinkets if treated right, or actually attack people who don't. And they remember faces. I don't get the impression that the Institute treats them too kindly if they don't even consider Gen 3 Synths as people, who are literally created with technology and human biology/DNA.

If we imagine that the Institute Crows work like Synths do, then that means that they are also able to become independent like Synths can. We know they have the level of intelligence, more so than another species of bird, to perhaps reach that level of independence. That's exactly why the Institute picked them. Wouldn't it be ironic if that became part of the Institute's downfall.

So imagine a Sole Survivor, fresh out of the Vault, scared and cold on their first few nights. Hungry, tired, likely sick, grieving. Alone. They have Dogmeat. They have themselves. A few strangers they saved. Nothing else.

They're trying their best one night to settle. They've only been unfrozen for a few days by now, but have yet to leave Sanctuary. They chose to stay for a couple days to prepare for their long journey ahead, and rebuild their home so they had somewhere to go back to. Preston has taught them basics self defence and survival, Sturges has helped them temporarily fix the holes in their walls. They're not close to these strangers yet, but there's a small comfort in knowing there's still people, and people nearby to run to if anything not friendly comes knocking on their door.

They're picking at a 200 year old box of stale cereal, not able to stomach the taste just yet. In the end, they end up leaving it in a bowl for Dogmeat to have, preferring to sleep, hunger be damned. They sleep on the floor that used to hold the dinning table, not ready to sleep in the now-too-empty bedrooms.

By morning, their sleep is interrupted. Not by the cold October air that their thin, makeshift blanket- That doubles as their coat during the day- barley keeps away. Not by the sunlight that seeps in by the broken shards of class where the window used to be. Not by drops of rain that fall through the cracks in the ceiling. Not even by Dogmeat licking then awake, like he did yesterday morning. This time it's the sound of pecking and squawking that has Sole prying their eyes open.

A small group of grows picking at the bowl of cereal. They must've gotten in through what once was the window, or literally any of the holes of missing metal panels scattered throughout the building. Sole barely has it in them to care. They know they shouldn't waste food that could've gone to them or their new furry friend, but they truly cannot bring it in them to mind. They wonder if the birds have a hard time finding food, too, and decide it might not be a waste at all.

They sit up. A few of the crows fly up onto the windowsill at their movements, one stays enjoying their breakfast, unfazed. Sole waits, sitting still until the birds realise they have no intention of harming them. They glide back down onto the floor, going back to eating.

After a few moments, the crow that stayed perks his head up, neck twitching into an angle that lets him look at Sole. He hops over, stopping just before he reaches their lap. Sole raises their hand, thumb and index finger moving slowly until they land on its neck. His feathers bristle under Sole's pets, his feet dancing happily beneath him. The other crows finish their breakfast. Salem, Sole decides to call him, joins his friends who hop back onto the windowsill. They fly off. He turns his head to the side, a beady eye looking at Sole again. He squawks at them before flying off to join the others.

Sole spends the rest of their day taking metal panels from some of the completely collapsed houses to fix the holes in their walls. They're able to find paint at the old Red Rocket down the road when looking for more equipped tools. Repainting isn't exactly their priority right now, just making sure the house will be fit to stand against the weather, and for when it gets colder in the next few months. The paint will be useful when they get to the stage of being able to consider making it look presentable, however. Unfortunately, the only paintbrush they find is snapped in half. They toss it in frustration. Less so because of the brush itself, and more so because Sole has a lot of anger built up from the events of the last few days that they have no other outlet for.

They end up going home when the sun starts to set, having avoided the empty tomb of memories for as long as possible. It wasn't safe to be out so close to dark.

When they set down their tolls by the door, something on the kitchen counter catches their eye.

Upon inspection, they realise it's an intact paintbrush.

Their confusion lasts barely five seconds, as they hear a familiar squawk. Hoping on the windowsill is Salem. His eyes study Sole. He's waiting. Sole smiles, pulling open the duffle bag they'd taken on their supply run. They pull out two wild mutfruits, which they'd harvested from bushes near the station. Sole cuts them into smaller pieces, before tossing them gently into the grass of their back garden from the car porch. Salem glides to the pieces, now satisfied in knowing that Sole approved of and appreciated his gift. Sole looks up to the trees that border their garden where other crows have started to also descend from to join in on the food offering. Apparently, there's a lot more in this group than what Sole had assumed from the smaller one earlier. About twenty feathered creatures dance about on branches decorated by orange and brown leaves or nibble at the mutfruit in the grass.

Salem flies over once he's had his fill, taking a seat on Sole's shoulder. His friends also begin hopping over gradually, and Sole ends up sitting down to welcome them and pet their small heads. Dogmeat also seems to love the attention, or perhaps just the warmth that radiates from Sole's body as he curls up next to them. Every so often, one of them drops a trinket into Sole's lap as they snuggle into them. A random screw, some gears, even some bottlecaps. Bits and bobs that a few days ago, Sole would've considered mostly junk, even if they'd still been appreciative, but everything now is useful. They even drop a few things by Dogmeat's snout, who sniffs them, tail wagging. Sole doesn't think Salem appreciates the happy licks Dogmeat gives him, though.

Regardless, Sole breathes out slowly, deeply, as they take in the sunset and birdsong before them. It's the first time they've honestly felt any peace since leaving that godforsaken Vault.

Sole makes a mental note to redesign the kitchen window when they get around to fixing it so that it'll be able to open widely. They also begin thinking about designs for birdhouses, feeders, and small fountains.

It's safe to say Sole feels slightly better than they did when they went to bed last night.

They feel less alone.

For some reason, as Salem nestles into their lap, against their stomach, a small pressure builds in their gut. They can't quite shake the instinct, the thought that comes with it. The feeling that Salem feels less alone now, too.

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[radiant-fanon-maker]

Day 3 of drawing canon diabetic characters

Max: You really need to stop snacking without taking insulin.

Deke has some water to refresh himself. I have never seen this show or heard it before hand, but I feel like I didn't do these two justice from just checking the wiki.

Totally didn't have this situation inspired from myself today! No sir!

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OC Aesthetic, spooky edition

Tagged by @strafethesesinners. Love youuu

Bold all that apply:

Also bc the Walking Dead stuff made me miss my grandson

 ℂ𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟 

Bloodied knuckles |   Tear stained cheeks | Rust   | A busted lip   | Claws   | Fangs   | A bloody nose   | Chattering teeth   | A dark space underneath the bed   | Scratching noises on a wall   | Creaking metal   | Fog   | Dancing under moonlight   | Blood dripping lips   |  Heavy breathing in the dark  | A feeling of unexplained dread  | A figure in a dark corner  |  Dirty peeling wallpaper  | A bloody handprint on the wall  | Sobbing in the dark  | Bite marks on the skin  | Eerie whispers  | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes  | The growl of a hidden animal  | The sound of a blade being sharpened  | A deep, dark forest  | Walking on the streets alone at night  | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building  | Eyes darting in paranoia  | A heavy beating pulse  | The feeling of being trapped  | Struggling to get out a scream  | Boards covering broken windows  | A quiet graveyard  | A gas station in the middle of nowhere  | A road that never ends  | Heavy fog rolling in  | The scent of blood in the air  | Eerie old photographs  | Walking along traintracks at night  | A chill going up the spine  | Gathering crows  | A dusty, dimly lit study  |   Mist over a deserted cobblestone street  | Ghost towns  | Shadows around a campfire  | The sound of chanting  | Church bells tolling  | An orange harvest moon  | A broken down carnival  | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned  | Wiping bloody hands on fabric  | Nightmares  | Waking up in a panic  | A power outage  | Heavy lightning storms  | A secret trap door  | The feeling of being watched  | Fear from trauma  | A Ouija board set out on a table  | An eerie doll  | A scream of anguish and pain  | Withered plants  | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  | Owl eyes in the dark  | Curled, dead tree branches  | A ritual altar  | Flickering candles  | A lantern held up in the dark  | Fear of being followed  | Creaking floorboards  | Repressed, horrible memories  | Clenched teeth  | Soft, echoing piano keys  | An old book covered in dust  | Many pairs of glaring eyes  | Stumbling in pitch black darkness  | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere  | Tarot cards on a table  | A trail of blood

Laughing at how the gif’s so carefree meanwhile I just bolded basically all the stuff that Cal eventually ‘canonically’ goes through after finding out he’s a Seed

Deke and Max Variants are behind the cut:

𝔻𝕖𝕜𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕖 

Bloodied knuckles |   Tear stained cheeks | Rust   | A busted lip  | Claws   | Fangs   | A bloody nose   | Chattering teeth   | A dark space underneath the bed   | Scratching noises on a wall   | Creaking metal   | Fog   | Dancing under moonlight   | Blood dripping lips   |  Heavy breathing in the dark  | A feeling of unexplained dread  | A figure in a dark corner |  Dirty peeling wallpaper  | A bloody handprint on the wall  | Sobbing in the dark  | Bite marks on the skin  | Eerie whispers  | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal  | The sound of a blade being sharpened  | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night  | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building  | Eyes darting in paranoia  | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped  | Struggling to get out a scream  | Boards covering broken windows  | A quiet graveyard  | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends  | Heavy fog rolling in  | The scent of blood in the air  | Eerie old photographs  | Walking along traintracks at night | A chill going up the spine  | Gathering crows  | A dusty, dimly lit study  |   Mist over a deserted cobblestone street  | Ghost towns  | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting  | Church bells tolling  | An orange harvest moon  | A broken down carnival  | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned  | Wiping bloody hands on fabric  | Nightmares  | Waking up in a panic  | A power outage  | Heavy lightning storms  | A secret trap door  | The feeling of being watched  | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table  | An eerie doll  | A scream of anguish and pain  | Withered plants  | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  | Owl eyes in the dark  | Curled, dead tree branches  | A ritual altar  | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark  | Fear of being followed  | Creaking floorboards  | Repressed, horrible memories  | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys  | An old book covered in dust  | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness  | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table  | A trail of blood

𝕄𝕒𝕩 𝔸𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕚 

Bloodied knuckles |   Tear stained cheeks | Rust   | A busted lip  | Claws   | Fangs   | A bloody nose   | Chattering teeth   | A dark space underneath the bed  | Scratching noises on a wall   | Creaking metal   | Fog   | Dancing under moonlight   | Blood dripping lips   | Heavy breathing in the dark  | A feeling of unexplained dread  | A figure in a dark corner |  Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody handprint on the wall  | Sobbing in the dark  | Bite marks on the skin  | Eerie whispers  | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal  | The sound of a blade being sharpened  | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night  | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia  | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream  | Boards covering broken windows  | A quiet graveyard  | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends  | Heavy fog rolling in  | The scent of blood in the air  | Eerie old photographs  | Walking along traintracks at night | A chill going up the spine  | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study  |   Mist over a deserted cobblestone street  | Ghost towns  | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting  | Church bells tolling  | An orange harvest moon  | A broken down carnival  | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned  | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares  | Waking up in a panic  | A power outage  | Heavy lightning storms  | A secret trap door  | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table  | An eerie doll  | A scream of anguish and pain  | Withered plants  | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  | Owl eyes in the dark  | Curled, dead tree branches  | A ritual altar  | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards  | Repressed, horrible memories  | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys  | An old book covered in dust  | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness  | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table  | A trail of blood

 𝕄𝕒𝕩 𝔸𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 

Bloodied knuckles |   Tear stained cheeks | Rust   | A busted lip  | Claws   | Fangs   | A bloody nose   | Chattering teeth   | A dark space underneath the bed  | Scratching noises on a wall   | Creaking metal   | Fog   | Dancing under moonlight   | Blood dripping lips   | Heavy breathing in the dark  | A feeling of unexplained dread  | A figure in a dark corner |  Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark  | Bite marks on the skin  | Eerie whispers  | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal  | The sound of a blade being sharpened  | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night  | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia  | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream  | Boards covering broken windows  | A quiet graveyard  | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends  | Heavy fog rolling in  | The scent of blood in the air  | Eerie old photographs  | Walking along traintracks at night | A chill going up the spine  | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study  |   Mist over a deserted cobblestone street  | Ghost towns  | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting  | Church bells tolling  | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival  | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned  | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares  | Waking up in a panic  | A power outage  | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door  | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table  | An eerie doll  | A scream of anguish and pain  | Withered plants  | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  | Owl eyes in the dark  | Curled, dead tree branches  | A ritual altar  | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards  | Repressed, horrible memories  | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys  | An old book covered in dust  | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness  | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table  | A trail of blood

[spiderliliez]

Morfydd Clark (as Shelly / Mustang67) MIV JUST BEING AN ACTION HERO (1st SET) In a VR game that can actually kill you. THE CALL UP (2016) [+] MORFYDD [GIF Collection] 💥 [+] ..more posts on “The Call Up” 🎬

[switchyfox]

Been replaying Fallout 4 and I'm collecting my companions like Pokemons. Gotta catch them all

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Sup fellow brokes‼️

So since I can’t have Patreon, I decided I would try to make a CB Ao3 series using your prompts!

Send in your wildest ideas and I’ll write them! (In a month or so since I’m suuuper busy with org works, internships, uni stuff, and mental breakdowns— I mean mental health breaks!)

Think of it as Chase’s diary parody 😁😁

(Ex: Chase drinks all the slurpee in the gasoline station, Boris gets into Deacon’s room, Silver and Bronze make a mess)

It’s going to be a comedy and I plan to base it on popular diary series like; “The Misadventures of Max Crumbly”, “Diaries of a Wimpy Kid”, and “Dork Diaries”.

JOIN IN THE FUN!!

Type in the comments some stuff you wanna see 😁😁.

[stoat-party]

I’M DEEKPOSTING AGAIN, RAILROADIES

Deacon’s relationship with children(/his own lack thereof) is one of the most fascinating and understated pieces of character development in Fallout 4. I’m maybe too hg&:ghlkd@ to create a unified narrative here, so I’m just gonna make a list of details from the game and let you interpret from there.

Obviously he directly says that he and his wife were trying to conceive before she died. We don’t know whether it would ever have been possible, but, most likely, neither does Deacon.

He’s the only companion besides MacCready to love it if you share your grief at losing a child with Blake Abernathy. Also, as far as I can tell, he’s the only one to love it if you tell Miss Edna that children need love (and that love conquers all).

He seems to have some aversion to the subject of children, however (at least pre-war children). In the abandoned nursery he says, “When you’re done here, I’d like to leave,” in a very unDeaconlike tone. He also says he hates playgrounds.

At max affinity he has a very sweet line promising to help you find Shaun. I’ve never heard him say it so it could be cut content.

Reaction to rads: “Great. I didn't need to have more children.” (Yeah okay you liar)

He has two different pieces of dialogue that make it sound like he would have been interested in being a teacher. “So teachers, all they did was teach, right? They didn't farm or run shops or run guns on the side? Wow.”/“If I wanted steady work I would've stayed a teacher.” (Yeah okay you liar)

There’s a very cute conversation where he gets intel from a little girl (possibly Meg?) who’s his informant. To all of our devastation, the man is great with kids. Considering that and his dialogue with Travis, I think he’d be an amazing dad.

He also seems to have a good relationship with Shaun. He pulled out his “actually I’m a synth” lie with Shaun, but knowing Deacon I’m guessing it’s to prepare him for the eventual realization that he’s a synth himself.

[idk when this dialogue triggers, possibly also in radiation] “If I keep tromping around here, guess there won’t be any little Deacons scurrying around in the future.” I really hope this isn’t a joke and he still has hope of being a father. He’s obviously not interested in the player character, but that doesn’t mean he’s ruled out remarriage. He’s been a Railroad agent for over fourteen years, so he probably feels like he’s running out of time.

[imagine-silk]

Could you have the Fallout 4 companions seeing and reacting to Sole Survivor being attacked by a Deathclaw, while they are unarmed, but it turns out that Sole has maxed out everything that has anything to do with Unarmed and critical Hits, so they punch the Deathclaw's head off with a single punch?

"Everyone else saw that too right?" Hancock wants to makes sure he didn't just imagine that on chems.

"..." Must you defy everything Danse understands about life. You're gonna give him an aneurysm.

"Good form, sir! Dare I say healthier than you've ever been before." There is one thing Codsworth likes about the Wasteland and that is the fact you take care of yourself to the extreme.

"I don't think the paper is gonna be that believable if I add that in... ah what the hell." Piper believes what she sees and hears and she heard and saw all of that. Now to get others to believe her will be her toughest sale.

"Nice form, buddy!" Deacon really does need to keep an eye on you for his own comfort. He's by no means religious but he prays you stay on his side.

"Remind me to never make you angry." Nick is impressed but he decides to tease you a bit before patting on the shoulder.

"Oh my, what, how is that possible?" Curie is stunned beyond words. Honestly she's going to need a moment.

"Do you even need me at this point?" MacCready's teasing mostly but there is a part of him that wonders after all this time you can't just leave him home.

"The fuck have you been eatin'?" Cait is disturbed at it but doesn't complain. As long as your on her side.

"haha... haha..." Preston starts laughing weakly. He thinks maybe he's gone crazy when he wasn't looking. But he can't deny how relieved you make him feel.

"Very impressive." X6 goes the route of positive feedback simply because it adds up. He's impressed and you like being told that.