#FO4

[rad-roche]

testing out a new sketching brush with a little au. what if dead woman walking was instead 'dead woman has a nice time in maine. and is alive'

[gobald]

Gave Codsworth some cunty assaultron legs ✨

[syckubota]

I think Cait would enjoy spicy foods.

[newvegascowboy]

my contribution to the WNC fanzine organized by @chunklet!

[prestongarveyslover]

Hancock fans PLEASE tell me you also fuck with Danny Shorago because that man is INSANE in the best way and belongs on Broadway. It blows my mind that he’s not famous. He’s not even a voice actor. Like HOW did he end up voicing Hancock, HOW is his voice not celebrated?

[capcollector]

some more

[deacon-maccready]

[typosandtea]

The Prydwen would be hell for anyone with auditory processing issues..

the in game prydwen layout we see doesn't make much sense to me; its lacking key areas such as bathrooms, nothing is bolted down, people are just sleeping in the open, Danse and Maxon have comparatively massive rooms, things are spaced out in a way that wouldn't work on a restricted space vessel, and the upper levels seems to have no purpose other than access to the gas tanks.. but barring all of that if we take the design of the prydwen at face value, there are still other issues, one that really stands out to me is how chaotic it would sound inside at all times!

no soundproofing visible anywhere on the exposed interior hull or structure leading to reflections and echoing, as well as increased outside noise infiltration

open plan with the center containing a large workshop where people are presumably welding and hammering among other noisy metalwork tasks,

the lack of living spaces to retreat too

its engines are always running adding to the noise by fuselage vibrations and a constant hum

multiple power armour users stomping about both patrolling the ship and going too / from missions, and non of the gantries appear to be insulated either so each persons stomping would echo quite badly too

multiple turboprop? vertibirds right outside the non soundproofed hull at any time, likely with engine power level above idle to rise to meet / leave the docking mechanism. even at idle a turboprop engine is dangerously loud.

the safe noise threshold is well and truly passed on the flight deck from the engines and the vertibirds, are the scribes wearing hearing protection or are they just all going deaf from continuous noise exposure..

are more senior brotherhood members more deaf? does that also apply to predominately field officers? lots of older tradespeople I've met irl have very poor hearing from a lifetime of small exposures to slightly too loud noise..

the shape of the prydwens hull would make the echoing worse I think

[fart-nugget]

he was the first one to sleep at the sleepover

[blackmoonowl]

𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

Robert Joseph MacCready x reader

Contents: Your first Christmas out of the vault, and you try to cling to the past with a small celebration with your new wasteland partner.

A/N: This one was late chat, my bad.

"You old people really love your holidays, don't you?"

MacCready leaned against the outside wall of your home, cigarette hanging between his lips. For ten minutes he's been watching your sad attempts at decoration.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up," you grumbled in return as you 'accidentally' let a part of the Christmas lights fall, letting it drop onto his head, knocking his hat down onto the ground.

"Hey! Watch where you're swinging that thing!" MacCready scolded you as he knelt to pick it back up. "Where'd you get that thing anyway? Never seen it before."

"Picked it up while I was searching one of the grocery stores when I was looking for pre-war food," you replied with a smile as you stood on the ladder. "Lucky find."

"Found something actually useful? Could use a few extra caps in my pockets." You rolled your eyes at those words, looking down at him.

"Caps, that's all you ever think about, huh?" You replied, hanging up the rest of the lights.

"Mostly, I also think of you, sometimes." He showed you a cheeky smile, showing off his crooked and messed up teeth, worn down by the wasteland.

"Charming," you replied as you finished, stepping down from the ladder, landing on the ground with a small thud. You looked up at the lights decorating your humble new home. Not all of them worked, but it was better than nothing.

"Can we go inside now? Don't fancy freezing out here." The mercenary wrapped his arm around you, his head on your shoulder with a mildly annoyed expression.

"Oh, stop complaining, Christmas spirit and all that," you teased, gently smacking his hat down in front of his eyes as you walked past him towards your crooked front door.

"Never really had much with Christmas, not like anyone left me a gift," MacCready replied, fixing his hat and trudging behind. "Never had anyone to celebrate with. Well, not anymore, I suppose."

A small frown crept on your face as you rubbed his back. The mercenary's muscles relaxed under your touch, a sigh escaping his lips.

"You have me now... right?" You tried to cheer him up. "I know that doesn't fix anything... but it's something." MacCready didn't reply at first, opening your front door and shutting it after both of you had entered.

You prevented it from going further, your hands planted on his shoulders. MacCready looked at you.

"Sorry, I just..." he rubbed his face with his hand, trying to find the words to explain how he felt.

"Don't apologize, I understand. You've had it rough." You gently grabbed the back of his hand, gently pulling it off his face, wrapping your fingers around his rougher, calloused ones. "I'm just glad you're here."

"Thanks doll, you just know how to make me feel better." It was meant to sound like his usual flirting, but you could hear his emotions brewing beneath the surface as he leaned down to press a swift peck against your lips before pulling back.

"That's it?" You asked with a small smile on your face. You gently grabbed his face with both your hands, pulling him close again so you could kiss him, allowing the moment to linger.

MacCready's eyes lit up slightly despite his complex feelings. He moved his head slightly to kiss the inside of your palm before you pulled your hands away from him.

"Next year we'll celebrate with Duncan, I promise," you finally mumbled, and he nodded.

"Thanks, I'd like that," MacCready replied. There was an awkward moment of emotionally charged silence between the two of you before he spoke again.

"Still so damn cold around here, I'm gonna go get firewood if you make us some decent grub to eat." He grumbled as he tossed his hat onto the table before making his way out the door.

"Are you kidding me? I'm going to make the best Christmas dinner you ever had," you replied, leaning on the old, worn-out couch you had somehow managed to drag into your house.

"That's putting the bar pretty low," he retorted his hand on the doorknob. His brief grin turned into a softer smile. "Still though... thanks, for everything. I really don't deserve you."

"Don't be ridiculous," you replied, crossing your arms over your chest as you shot him a scolding look. "I'd be dead without you, you know?"

"Guess that makes two of us." Was the last thing he said before disappearing out the door, wrapping his arms around himself to keep somewhat warmer. You on the other hand, began searching through your rations. There was leftover Radstag meat with wasteland vegetables like corn and tato's. There wasn't a whole lot to work with, but you were determined. Grabbing old, sharpened knives you scavenged from a vault, you got to work.

As you worked, MacCready walked back in with his arms full of firewood. He dumped it in the makeshift fireplace as he got to work, making a fire.

After rubbing the limited range of wasteland spices into the meat, you put it in an old pot before placing it above the fire, standing next to your partner.

"Smells good," he commented, placing his arm around you. "You might just convince me to like Christmas. Got a gift for me next?"

"Greedy much?" You huffed in response, bumping your hip against his, causing him to chuckle.

"Worth a shot," he hummed, smiling more genuinely now. "You're the best gift I could hope for, though. I've felt more at peace now than I have in years." MacCready walked over to the couch, plopping down and pulling you with him. You let out a small laugh as you were squeezed to his side.

"I mean it," he spoke, leaning on you. "I love you."

Glancing up at him, your smile widened.

"I love you too."

[deathclaw-for-cutie]

**Southern rockabilly handyman

I find it funny how I was never really into self shipping until I played fallout 4 and fell for the raisin man

[gobald]

Oh, the battle of Bunker Hill!

[jaxon-c6]

Now we just truly need either a location or a quest... or both

[nazzirithe]

"The Wandering Monk"

Part of a Fallout fan project I'm working on about a ghoul monk living in the once Chinese occupied country of Tibet.

The story focuses heavily on buddhism, and the influences it has on this part of Asia post-war.

This was all hand painted in procreate

[pignk]