#oc: zax

[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

That was quite the fall you took there, chief engineer. Are you certain you’re alright?

The Enclave has ONE electrician with adhd in charge of the ZAX and she isn’t even getting dental

(Her name is Stacy Milne)

[zaxs-atomic-toaster]

He’s almost done people 😼 I just need to do the background!!!,

[mostspecialgirl]

more design updates

[noodle8]

Really proud of this one!! Spike (guy on the left) belongs to @zaxlover !!

[catssillyloves]

lil oc thing

[clown-demon]

Decay of Angels is COMPLETE.

[lovessillycats]

oc art for possible book

[cybernetichumanoid]

Unfinished art of my friends' ocs: Calista (left) and Zax (right), they're besties. Trust.

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[jayhjeyck]

Bruhh...just my old oc :/

(he is named Zax and was inspired by Ena :p)

[zaxs-atomic-toaster]

Putting you on the WALL OF SHAMMMMMMMMMME you freaky FREKER our sweet beloved zax isn’t a very kinky girllllllll (Rick James reference anyone?) I swear he isn’t freaky (he’s the BIGGEST freaky man but shhhhhhhhh)

[chai-dye]

1, 4, and maaybe 8 with sonaverse?

>:3!! Answer below

Sona:

Dressing up as: A vampire! He'd dress as he always does and say it's his costume, he'd think it was funny. If he had to put effort into it probably a skeleton, or just a shark onesie since he's already got the teeth mvmdjs

Favorite candy: Cherry jolly ranchers

If your OC were a ghost, who/what would be the person/location they haunt: Resident ghost of heaven! Knocks Stylus's papers off the desk when he's feeling mischievous

Zax

Dressing up as: Wouldn't dress up of his own will but is weak to peer pressure. Maybe a zombie

Favorite Candy: Reese's PB Cups

If your OC were a ghost, who/what would be the person/location they haunt?: Jane :). The little old oracle down the street and her totally alive (grand)son

God:

Dressing up as: An angel (<- is a demon). Heaven's worst yes-no couple thinks they're funny and no one else does

Favorite candy: Sour patch kids (likes biting off the heads and swapping them around)

If your OC were a ghost, who/what would be the person/location they haunt: Haunting Sona. Knocks over stuff in HIS apartment like a cat. I'm going to make this an AU nfJnNGJSJ

REAL answer to what her costume would be /j:

[eventhorizoninwriting]

Walk Through Fire

Word Count: 2137

Tags: Fallout 76 Nuclear Winter, All OC characters. Car accident (mention)/bystander caretaker (sort of)/eyes open, almost there

Warnings: Gunshots, blood, needles (stimpak), death/dying mention. If I missed any, please let me know!

@whumperless-whump-event Prompt 2: Does Your Insurance Cover This?

*Late submission, thought I posted it already and it saved to drafts ;-;

“Don’t you dare die on me.” 

Sunny stumbled up the grassy knoll, swaying and sidestepping to avoid the patches that still smoldered in curling ribbons of smoke. Her friend’s limp form slung over her shoulder did naught but unbalance her, but she stubbornly shifted her grip, refusing to drop her despite being wholly unqualified to carry someone like this.

Panting, she reached the crest of the hill. “Look, Sarah. The Responders were here. There’s gotta be something to help. Just hold on–” 

Sarah mumbled something incoherent into Sunny’s back. Another rivulet of blood slid down her arm from her friend’s various wounds, and she lunged forward. Sarah was worsening, and there was nothing she’d been able to do about it. 

Sunny Ramos and Sarah Gill. The two had been thick as thieves in the vault. The engineer’s daughter and the Overseer’s redhead daughter; where one was causing trouble, the other was never far behind…or far ahead. The last six months in the vault had been the most liberating, yet the most stressful, for the pair. This was when vault security neatly looked the other way on their antics, letting them play all the pranks and cause as much of a ruckus as they’d desired. It had been fun, at first, until they’d realized that they were being allowed to get away with things; and then, of course, all the fun was sapped out. That was until Sarah’s father had passed them a note written in code, asking them specifically to continue causing chaos–because it was making it difficult for ZAX, the vault AI, to cause the problems he’d been causing with his ‘tests’. So, the pair had continued on their tirade of pranks and mischief with a new target in mind, and had dropped firecrackers into toilets until the day their first fellow dweller was found dead, presumably by ZAX’s proverbial hand. Sarah’s father had insisted that they evacuate the vault to escape the AI. A number of other dwellers much preferred ZAX’s plan to find a new Overseer–and president–in a literal trial-by-fire.

Now, here they were on the outskirts of the Morgantown airport, racing to outrun both the latest firestorm, and their bloodthirsty peers. Sunny yelped as a section of brush caught fire. The speeding, hot wind caused the flames to lick several feet over the concrete, tasting her ankles. Only so many materials could catch on fire–but that wasn’t saying much when the wind helped it burn the rest. 

“We’re almost there,” Sunny puffed, doing her best to jog towards the airport. 

Sarah’s form began to slip off her shoulder again, blood slicking the leather of the vault suit. Skidding to a stop, Sunny shifted her friend, hauling her back up into her arms in a bridal carry. 

“Not gonna make it,” Sarah breathed, eyeing the flames of the storm with her glassy gaze.

“You will,” Sunny insisted, blowing a blonde lock out of her eyes. 

“Bleedin’ out. Don’t have a stimpak.” 

“Look. If this were still pre-war times,” Sunny began, “we’d be waiting for an ambulance. This’d be just like a car wreck. Remember what your dad used to say when we’d get hurt blowing something up? People survived terrible wrecks and horrific things all the time.” 

Sarah laughed weakly, her voice fading to a croak. “Gunshots n’ car wrecks are different, Sun.” 

“Not when you’re super injured and have to wait for help,” Sunny countered. Her face had gone red from the encroaching heat, which had stayed itself for a moment, and from the strain of her efforts. “C’mon. I bet you would have survived ‘til the ambulance came.”

Carefully lowering Sarah to the ground, she propped her up against the wall beside the airport’s front door and got to work on the lock. The first bobby pin broke, on account of her having looked away for all of five seconds when the windborne flames began to jump the concrete, setting old tents aflame.  The second produced a hopeful click, however, and the glass door swung open. 

“Thought you were gonna break the door,” Sarah wheezed, grinning wryly. 

“I don’t wanna give the storm any more help than it already has.” Once again, Sarah was in her arms, and Sunny sidled through the glass door. She spared just enough time to flip the lock behind her. That wouldn’t stop anyone with the same idea as Sarah, but it would buy time if anyone realized they were inside. 

“Where’d those bitches go? I can’t find the trail.” 

“I think I see more blood over there.” 

“Shit, yeah. Guys, they went this way!”

Sarah and Sunny exchanged wide eyed looks. 

“How the fuck did they find us?” Sarah whispered. 

“It sounds like they followed the blood.” Sunny held Sarah a little tighter, retreating into the darkened hallways of the airport. “I should’ve been more careful, gone through a river or something.” 

“You got me here. Not gonna forget that.” 

“You’d better not. You’d better be around to remember it for a damn long time.” 

Stairs caught Sunny’s eye, and she quickly ducked down them. Glancing back, she saw that the trail of blood had persisted. At least she hadn’t noticed it near the front door any more than the puddle where Sarah had sat. 

The basement was wide and open, with multiple tables that had been repurposed into some sort of lab. The entire place–ceiling, walls, floor–was concrete. Sunny breathed a silent sigh of relief and stumbled to a table. Papers and lab work fluttered and tumbled to the floor as she cleared it with one arm, sliding Sarah onto the table at the same time. They may have been important before, and they might be important to some unknown person in the future, but they didn’t matter in the slightest right now. 

“Stimpak, stimpak…” Sunny muttered, sliding open every drawer and opening every cabinet that caught her eye. “Fuck, this is a medical place, you’d think they’d have a goddamn stimpak–” 

“Did you try the first aid kit?”

Sure enough, there was a first aid kit near the door, untouched. Sarah chuckled quietly as Sunny vaulted over a table to get to it faster. Ripping it open, she stared inside.

“Dirty water and plastic tubing? Are you fucking kidding me? Who puts that in a first aid kit?” 

“Shit,” Sarah laughed. “War never changes, and neither does American healthcare.” 

“I’m gonna throw this at you if you make any more bad jokes.” 

“And I’m going to throw this at you in about two seconds.” 

Both girls jumped, staring towards the door. There stood a boy just a year or two older than them, clad in some bulky armor that didn’t fit him with three rifles strapped to his back. In his hand, he clutched a plasma grenade, thumbing over the pin with an unsettling grin. 

“Billy Maddox,” Sunny spat. “Should’ve known you’d get in with the mean crowd.” 

“Little old me?” he laughed. “Careful, woman. Remember who’s holding the grenade.” 

“Yeah, you,” Sarah retorted. Her voice was all but a whisper now. “After what you did to James’ robot dog last year? I’m surprised he let you run with him.” 

“Robot dogs are replaceable,” he shrugged. “So are bitches.” 

“You know what they say about guys who feel like they need to posture,” Sarah grumbled. She hissed when Sunny elbowed her in the side.

“Oh? What’s that?” Billy’s thumb grazed the pin with a little more pressure. “Go on, tell me. What do they say?”

Click. 

“Really? That’s how you’re gonna play this?”

Sunny stared down the sights of her pistol. “Better than not doing anything.” 

“I could yell right now and have the rest of the guys down here in half a second.” 

“Then why haven’t you yet?”

The color drained from Billy’s face. “Maybe I want to be merciful.” 

“Or maybe they just ditched you.” Sunny elbowed Sarah again for her comment. “What? I’m dyin’ either way.” 

“No you’re not!” Sunny hissed. “And I’m not flirting with the reaper like you are, either.” 

“Are you ladies done arguing?” 

“Maybe. What if we aren’t?” 

Billy opened and closed his mouth, lost for words. 

“Look.” Sunny shifted the barrel, aiming right between Billy’s eyes. “It’s dog eat dog out here, or however that saying goes. You go your way, and if someone is looking for you, we never saw you.”

“Did you forget that I’m with the guys you’d be saying that to? They’d be looking for me to help me.” 

“Did you forget that ZAX wants just one winning candidate?” Sarah spat. “If they find  you, they’ll keep you around til your group are the last ones, and then they’ll turn on you.” 

His eyes widened as if he hadn’t considered that possibility before, and he stopped tracing the pin button of the grenade. “They…they wouldn’t.” 

“Oh, they would.” The barrel of the pistol poised between his eyes didn’t so much as twitch. “They already left you here to clean up the search that they didn’t want to bother with anymore. You’re the disposable one.” 

Billy slowly lowered his arm, grip loosening on the grenade. “If I go out there, I’m dead anyway. Storm’s almost surrounded the area.” 

“Stay here then,” Sarah managed, coughing as much as her wounds would allow. “Don’t hurt us, we won’t hurt you. We all go our separate ways when the storm’s gone. Easy.” 

“But ZAX will know–” 

“How will he know?” Sunny countered. “Take your Pip-Boy off, throw it out in the storm, crush it with a bat, something, and how will he know? He’s not a god.” 

“It feels like it at times.” 

“But he’s not. He’s just some haywire programming. There was even evidence that someone might have been messing with the system and doing those things through him.” Sunny let the pistol drop slightly. “But he’s not out here. We might as well be dead to him. I don’t want to go back to the vault. Sarah doesn’t. Do you?”

“...No.” 

“Then being the last one standing still means nothing. Means nothing if you have no vault to oversee, and it means nothing if you never want to go back.”

“I suppose you’re right.” He set the grenade on the nearest table, raising his palms in surrender instead.

“Alright. Stay or go, Maddox. Up to you. But we don’t want to hurt you.” 

Overhead, the harsh sound of shattering glass drew their attention as the winds of the firestorm blew in the upstairs windows like a hurricane gale. The loud hum of crackling followed after–the fire spreading to every available flammable surface inside.

“Hey, Maddox, what’s taking so long?”

Billy looked back to Sunny. “They came back–” 

“For what, though?” There was no more anger in her voice, softening instead out of pity for him and concern for Sarah, who had become increasingly quiet. “If they think you killed us…” 

“I’ll be dead either way,” he finished. “Either they find me up there and finish me off, or they come down here and kill us all.” 

“I don’t know if they’ll find the stairs–” 

“I did. It wasn’t hard.” Billy was already moving into action, sweeping his dark hair off his forehead as he steeled himself. Reaching into a pocket in his oversized armor, he produced a stimpak, and laid it on the table. “That’s for her. Don’t let her die. I…well, it doesn’t matter now.” 

“You–really?” Sunny nearly burst out laughing. “After how you threatened us? You would have killed her yourself.”

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t have a history, once,” he admitted sheepishly. Drawing one of the rifles from his back, he began to back towards the stairs. “And now I see how I was wrong. Just save her. Please. And when you get out of here…”

A more forceful crash resounded from the room above, and the ceiling shook under the heavy telltale thud-thud-thud of someone walking around in power armor. 

“Just take care of each other,” he finished, before bolting towards the stairs. His steps slowed as he neared the top, acting as if he hadn’t just rushed out of the basement like a bat out of hell. 

Sunny lunged for the stimpak and jabbed it amongst the gunshots in Sarah’s abdomen before Billy ever reached the top of the stairs. Sarah yelped, tensing, but quickly relaxed as the medicine stabilized her wounds. 

“Told you you’d make it,” Sunny promised. Sarah smiled back weakly, barely conscious, but began to doze in her newfound physical safety. 

A series of gunshots erupted upstairs, followed by the heavy steps of the power-armor-clad dweller evacuating the airport before the flames burned through his suit. In her heart, Sunny knew Billy was gone, but she and Sarah were safe for now, and that mattered most. 

She never would have wished for a nuclear winter like this.

[noodle8]

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I'm so shy about tagging but ummm umm

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[snailsnaps]

So many people have shared some BEAUTIFUL DESIGNS with me - AND I want to draw them ALLLL

Yall draw so pretty stoopp :(( youre giving me brainrott ttt I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT THEMMMMMMMM /j /pos

Featured designs: Xor by, well, me Nova by @expression-memes Zax by @ajtheram Jacqueline by @snowthedemonfox Leosona whose name I do not know by @yumeyumeappleo Tripp by @myebix