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sirenity learned how to juggle from a rodeo clown back in '63
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WIP Wednesday
Got tagged by @notanandalitebandit for this, of course its the day i spent more time planning than writing but hey. Sneak peak at Monday's Revelation chapter
"Dogmeat, huh? Well, welcome to the family, Dogmeat. There'll be more of us soon, once i find my dad." Dogmeat flopped into her lap, rolling to give her access for belly rubs, and to see that the dog was a girl.
After five minutes of belly rubs and about twenty minutes of scavving, the brotherhood members finally trickled in, all arguing.
"You know," Blair said, walking around an old rusty vehicle as the first large figure in power armor walked around the corner. "If y'all hadn't been such big cowards, these poor bastards may have stood a chance." Cutler gave her a bittersweet smile as Asher shot a hidden dirty look at the power armored figure while a couple other scribes split into the yard with somebody else in fatigues or power armor.
"Our first priority is protection of brotherhood assets," the towering figure said as Asher and Cutler stuck together, walking off. But that seemed to strike a nerve with Cutler, who turned and glowered at the figure.
"Oh, protection of assets, but you still wouldn't sign off on their marriage request so Danse would get bereavement if something happened?" Cutler snipped, and even through the helmet, Blair knew that the figure was shooting him a dirty look.
"Just because Sentinel Lyons claimed you as a squire doesn't mean you get to talk to me in such a manner," was the clipped reply. "And I was doing Knight Danse a favor by not letting him couple himself to someone too confused to understand his place in the world-"
"You shut your fucking mouth Kreig-" Cutler snarled, pushing forward, but Blair jumped between Cutler and Kreig, catching Cutler as the power armored figure raised his rifle.
"It's not worth it Cutler," Asher said, reached forward and trying to grab his arm as Blair tried to act as a shield- though she wasn't sure who she was protecting.
"You heard the scribe, woman," Kreig said. Blair watched the spark of anger in Cutler's eyes fan into a flame. She then found herself yanked away by Asher as Cutler rushed the figure. With a few movements the armor was open, and he hurled the older man out of the armor and across the ground.
"For fuck's sake Kreig," sighed one of the power armored figure who accompanied an older woman as Cutler launched to the now undefended Kreig, who looked up in fear as Cutler pinned him to the ground with a knee in the gut and began to punch his face in.
No pressure tagging @taffingtons @oleander-grows @typosandtea @thefallenangelsgang @gardening--tools
#asher cutler and krieg ???? holy shit i#bloody loving the 'I want to throw hands with you but you're in PA so let me eject you real quick 👊' and the fact that no one helps krieg#GET HIS ASS CUTLER#the 'cutler and danse were a thing' fannon is so common I was momentarily confused by why cutler was saying 'their' marrage certificate#before remebering that asher was right their lmao#coffee hasnt kicked in yet#friends writing#others amazing writing#thanks for the tag!! Im getting tagged in things faster than I can create though haha#fallout
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Interlude: Radio towers?
@typosandtea ooh okay so this is actually one I'm VERY excited to finish... A bit more "high concept" than most of my previous fics, it's going to juxtapose three different instances of radio towers and responding to distress beacons in the story between Nora and Danse. It's all about the signals everyone is putting out and who those signals reach! Literal radio towers, literal distress signals, and metaphorical ones of each, too. This fic has been waffling between being just an "interlude" between multi-chapter sections of Public Works and a full-blown three chapter fic, and I still can't decide which way to push it 😅
A wip snippet for your reading pleasure, takes place about midway through and shouldn't need much context other than (obviously) there is a developing relationship between Danse and General Nora. Enjoy!
Haylen was checking on the radio tower at the top of the police station when she heard it. She looked towards Knight Chan, in case it was her, but the Knight was on the opposite side of the roof, watching out towards the street. It was a strange sound, coming from the Commonwealth wasteland: laughter. Not necessarily a good sound, given the insane number of trigger-happy, murderous psychopaths in the Commonwealth, but this was deep, full, good-natured laughter— between two voices she recognized. She looked off the back edge of the roof to see Paladin Danse and the Minuteman General, Nora, walking towards the station about a block away. Haylen couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but Nora was gesturing wildly, telling some story and smiling, and the Paladin was laughing. Laughing. Haylen almost laughed herself, it was such a strange sight. She wasn’t sure she had ever heard Paladin Danse laugh, but if she had it was definitely not like that. He looked so foreign as she watched: Danse smiling fondly down at Nora, Nora sneaking grinning looks up at him as she finished her story. They stopped a ways outside the station perimeter, in the little alley around the corner from anyone else’s line of sight. The pair were talking more quietly now, but Nora gestured back into the street in the opposite direction like they were about to part ways. A moment later she grabbed the bars across the chest of Danse’s power armor, pulled him down towards her, and stepped up onto his armored toes, saying something very quietly while looking the Paladin in the eye. After a moment there, faces so close, Nora leaned over the buttressing on the front of his armor and kissed him. Haylen’s jaw dropped and a huge grin spread across her face. She stood frozen, eyes wide as the pair kissed, a blush rising on her cheeks though she couldn’t bring herself to look away. The Paladin’s gauntleted hands went to Nora’s back and pulled her in tighter, Nora’s tricorn hat almost falling off as she caught it against the back of her head with one hand. Danse straightened and lifted Nora off her feet. Damn, she would have to congratulate the Paladin when he got into the station.
Hope you like it! Thank you for the ask! <3
Original post/prompts here: https://www.tumblr.com/a-mere-bog-witch/787287554455224320/wip-ask-game
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Why’d he do that
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I think about British Airways Flight 5390 a lot
#fun fact: they showed us this eppisode of aircrashinvestigation at tradeschool like#“see what that mechanic did? DONT FUCKING DO THAT. DONT BE A DIPSHIT. USE THE MANUAL”
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Actually, 'Zelda' is the name of the princess. The guy who runs around smashing everyone's pots is just called 'Zelda's monster'.
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Ooo a fo3 fic? Tell us about Revelation pretty please ?
Thanks for the ask typos!!!
Alright so, Revelation! aka how I realized the book of revelation is singular despite growing up in a southern baptist church.
I actually introduced my Lone Wanderer in Nuclear Family as Scribe Blair Birmingham because idgaf about the game making us a knight in Broken Steel. So in Nuclear Family Blair is an incredibly nihilistic/pessimistic person who is notable genderqueer and is established to have had a chem-head phase when they were twenty which is nobody believes them when they talk about what happened on Mothership Zeta.
But when Fallout 3 starts, Blair is a very religious teenager who has a very strong moral compass that she follows even to her own detriment at times. I'm already having so much fun with it because Blair as a nineteen year old is basically a taller and buffer version of Gin from Nuclear Family if Gin never cursed. On top of this I'm absolutely putting Blair through the ringer, as the mainline fic established that Blair hit rock bottom after getting the water filter and lost that moral compass for a bit before getting it back.
I'm also doing a fun thing with the way I'm cheating my chapter headings, which is starting out with bible that are applicable to the chapter until she begins to have a crisis of faith, at which point it'll be a mixture of bible verse and songs, and then fully switching over to songs once she finally decides that she doesn't want to believe in a god that would put her through that much hell.
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FASCINATED by Fo4 deadwife came back wrong
@a-mere-bog-witch
A cannon as possible fic sparked by the fact the in cannon even the most good aligned sole does some pretty messed up things.. what would that look like to someone who doesnt have the context?
Heres the summary:
"Nora come back wrong".. she didnt really, just that she hasn't changed while Nate has adapted to the wasteland. Nora has no context for his good aligned actions so sees them as despicable. sees the world as a cruel and awful place since shes had no time to adjust..
Both Nate and Nora live, but Nate doesnt figure out that Nora isnt dead in cryo till after the events of fo4 .. Nora's first moments in this world are at the castle's clinic.
Some partialy written dialog below the cut!
Nora (aghast): have you gone mad??
Nate(frustrated that nora doesnt get it): Look around! the whole worlds gone mad nora!! nothing is the same anymore I- .. we've had to change to survive, everyone out here is fighting to live every day!
Nora: and why do you think that is nate!! fighting only leads to more war, And no, I don't think you've really changed at all nate, you're still the same tool of a man the military forged, a 'war hero' who solves his problems by blowing them up!" Nora spat with more venom that nate remembered these arguments ever having.
Nate(desperate): "listen to me nora" nate pleaded "you cant reason with the monsters out there, they kill without discretion, because they can!"
noras eyes were narrowed practically to slits "Is that what you called our son, a monster?" she takes a shaky breath "funny how its still 'us and them' after all these years, I though you would have learnt the consequences the first time" Nora snarls coldly
Nate: "No Nora please I'm not talking about people — "
nora: "PEOPLE?? so your enemies dont even qualify as human to you anymore what the hell is -"
"LISTEN TO ME" Nate roars having lost patience "the radiation and the institute has done awful things to people and animals out there, they are quite literally not people anymore -"
hancock, from the doorway: "careful what line you tread there sunshine .. "
nate: "Feral, mirelurks, supermutants, and god damn deathclaws among other things are all over the commonwealth, and they kill and eat inocent people all the time, our whole mission is to protect people from monsters like them and raiders! "
Nora: "…. And what about these raiders? are they even people to you either? do you strike them down without even trying to talk? " accusing
nate: "its not like that! they attack first!" defensive, arms rasied in exasperation.
Nora: "what was it you told me after anchorage? that you wished you were allowed to try to talk to the reds? that you wished you could be anywhere that wasn't killing on command? well guess what you bastard, who's orders are you on now? who's keeping diplomacy out of your bloodied hands this time?" she practically spat,
nora's eyes were a-flame like he had forgotten they could be, how he had missed her firey passion for its warmth, her strength, but right now she was a raging inferno of justice, and he couldn't even look at her .. he'd fallen in love with her righteousness all those years ago and now it would be their undoing he fears, he just needs her to see
Nate takes a breath,"we -I fight raiders because thats what needs to be done, we have lost so many good people to them, more than half arent even fighters they just tried to stop them from taking their only food or their family." he murmurs "you should talk to the abernathys, they well know the consiquences of trying to talk raiders down.." He still cant look her in the eye, had he ever tried to talk raiders down? work somthing out, hell even ask why they were raiding at all? nate cant recall any time like that..
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WIP ask game: Tango Fic (1)(1)(1)(1)REAL
@ragedaisy
So Tango Fic (1)(1)(1)(1)REAL is the most recent attempt at at putting all of the things in Tango's timline on paper.. its mostly in summary just to get as much down as possible before getting bogged in the details,
Heres some key points:
The further the story progresses, the less cannon is involved.
Tango may be the POV here but they're not the main charcter (by metric of # things acheived)
Its a 'railroad' ending but Tango isnt part of the railroad
Sole is around, and causing problems on purpose
Tango is a murderous bastard that absoultely uses Preston as a moral compass ref till they regrow their own
Deacon is around and his favoirte hobby is annoying Tango by sticking fridge magnets to them
The railroad is an actual functional spy organisation
The bos are not good at anything they try.
Tango rightfuly calles the bos raiders after being on the prydwen for 0.4 seconds, and its not even an insult, theyre basicaly a raider themselves, just an observation they probably would have kept to themselves if they has more than 2 charisma
Tango being awkward as hell when social interactions are not fighting, insulting, threatening or anger.
Tango being like "haha im so evil 😈" while like. Making breakfast for people at the castle.
X6 leaving the insitute of his own accord
Tango and Marcy friendship
Tango, Danse and Sturges mechanic / powerarmour infodumping
Tango's closest companion is curie. they both have robotic transition, just in opposite directions
Tango is so fucking affected by everthing they've been through and will not admit that to themself even at gunpoint
Nate is there, but not as sole OR the main charcater.
Tango flips Danse off with 4 hands after hacking a gen1 synth.
Tango and Piper have annoying sibling energy
Tango is kinda afraid of Nick, they feel like he is staring through their soul (oh god)
The gunners get whats bloody coming for them
"(I hc that synths dont get as cold for no reason than dans and sturges *hot girl summmerrrrrr* jk I do think they'd both be snow shorts wearers.)"
Tango throws the nearest unfortunate raider at the concord deathclaws face in an attempt to run away.
Tango fails many many speech checks
Tango runs away from most of their problems
#thanks for the ask!!!!!!!!!!!!#wip ask game#the current working tag for this is 'tangoverse' but eh wont stick forever#typos! tango tag
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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four
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sirenity was buried like a khan and that's really the entire reason they're alivr
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