#Lorenzo Cabot

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

Personally I hc that the god The Hubologists worship, Jason Bright's Creator, Atom and Ug-Qualtoth are all the same being I also hc that Ug-Qualtoth is of the same species as the ones in the ancient underground city Lorenzo Cabot found in Saudi Arabia

[caelumroxas]

THE SECRET OF CABOT HOUSE!! | Fallout 4 - Part 19

Part 19 of Fallout 4 is available now!!

[thefalloutwiki]

Fallout 4 Terminal Entry: Jack Cabot on transistors and his Abremalin field generator

Terminal: On September 5, 2023, Jack Cabot experimented with using some new transistors to develop a portable version of the Abremalin field generator.

The field is used to contain his father, Lorenzo, underneath Parsons State Insane Asylum.

Transistors have also been mentioned in Fallout Tactics, Fallout 3 and Fallout 76. You can read more about the Abremalin Generator and Transistors here:

https://fallout.wiki/wiki/Abremalin_Generator

https://fallout.wiki/wiki/Transistor

[maccreadysbaby]

currently thinking of starting a fallout story where all the long lost children of Emogene Cabot find each other around the commonwealth. Main character will probably be a girl and her kid sister who still lives in Cabot house but leaves when Emogene tries to make her take the serum. Her goal is to find all of the siblings written in one of Emogenes diaries. (With the help of a companions, Mac, Deeks, Valentine, or Hancock, haven’t decided yet)

thoughts?

[bellonathedragonborn]

THIS! All of this! I have thought the exact same thing! I just couldn’t put it into words.

It’s not canon but in Fallout: Shelter Pickman will bring up having visions of the Blade at Dunwich Borers.

- SO IF I’M REMEMBERING ALL OF THIS CORRECTLY:

   - PICKMAN’S GALLERY: the nasty little freak painted a bunch of ominously portentious-looking paintings in blood and yellow pigment of questionable origin.

       - several of his works feature motifs of golden ribbons/spirals/halos/eyes which look eerily similar to the designs on the ZEALOTS’ armour, as well as subjects with circular facial tattoos/carvings much like the CHILDREN have.

       - by far the most striking painting is of a golden eye opening in a red sky, surrounded by ripples and unintelligible writing of the same colour, as blackened and burning hands reach upwards in fear or supplication - quite the portrayal of the apocalypse for a human, who couldn’t possibly be old enough to have seen it.

       - PICKMAN’s name is a reference to a racist/homophobic story by HOWARD PHILLIP LOVECRAFT, wherein the titular PICKMAN paints fucked up inhuman dog people in regular everyday settings, using photographs as references for his work, and the big twist is that these photographs aren’t of the cityscapes in the background of his work but of the monsters in the foreground - the monsters are real, not drawn from his imagination. if PICKMAN is intended as a reference in more than name, it’s possible that he’s seen some things that should not be.

   - DUNWICH BORERS: very shortly before the war, the mysterious and sinister “MANAGEMENT” were using the quarry as a site for mysterious and sinister rituals.

       - these rituals involved MINI NUKES in some capacity, putting them less than a month (i think) before the apocalypse - i remember when i visited FORT STRONG something that gave me a “huh!” moment was that MINI NUKES had only finished development a month or so before the world ended, so even with how far they spread within that month that’s a narrow window for MANAGEMENT to get their hands on some.

       - in their final message to TIM STOKES, MANAGEMENT stated that they were “very close to accomplishing [their] goal” - of course, it’s possible the ritual failed, but the presence of nuclear weapons and the fact that the world ended in fire within any time period from the same month to the same hour…

      - i had assumed that the ritual involved the use of KREMVH’S TOOTH, the fucked up knife left with two MINI NUKES on the altar, but while making the above gif i looked more closely at the person doing the ritual and noticed that their knife is way too straight to be it, so it’s possible that the TOOTH was a result of the ritual rather than an ingredient. don’t the CHILDREN worship ATOM for its ability to transform?

          - JACK CABOT’s comment about “disturbing geometries, tools not meant for human hands” also springs to mind when contemplating the TOOTH.

  - the CABOTS: LORENZO unearthed an ostentatious helmet from an ancient civilisation, heavily implied to be created by entities beyond the scope of our reality.

       - one of the effects of this object was to make him extremely resistant to radiation, as evidenced by the SERUM that his family bled from him to keep themselves eternally young - a serum so effective against the FOG that it was suggested by the game as a treatment for ANDRE. while i don’t yet know precisely how ATOM’S BLESSING works, this degree of radiation immunity/resistance without the drawbacks of physical mutation doesn’t show up many other places that i’ve seen.

      - it just so happens that HIGH CONFESSOR TEKTUS wears a vaguely similar headdress - far from identical, but close enough in general shape to notice, almost like a budget version constructed by a group without the resources of an apparently advanced civilisation and with slightly different symbology of the deity they worship.

           - another interesting detail: the central symbol of the CHILDREN OF ATOM’s crown (located at the third eye…) is, of course, an atom, with all the symbolism of life and death and power that holds. the centrepiece of LORENZO’s crown, on the other hand, is a scarab - often symbolic of the sun, which, in an equatorial region such as where it was found, often represent many of the same things as the atom in a world defined both by nuclear power and nuclear devastation.

    - and that brings us to the CHILDREN OF ATOM.

        - the CHILDREN, who worship an infinitely powerful deity from between realities, believed to have entered this world by the door of nuclear devastation, and etch their god’s circles and eyes into their possessions and bodies.

        - the CHILDREN, many of whom display an extremely rare immunity to radiation that doesn’t come with a side order of disfigurement (so far all the people who are confirmed to have this ability are the ones not going bald in patches), which they claim is a blessing from their deity.

        - the CHILDREN, who, despite the laughable quality of the nonsense to which they subscribe, still somehow manage to deliver on a surprising amount of what they preach, from the BLESSINGS to the strange effects of the MUSHROOM WATER to somehow remaining an active threat to their enemies despite embracing suffering as a virtue and living in literal filth and poison by choice.

            - i mean, the objective of their religion is to die of radiation poisoning. in order to survive this long, throwing themselves directly at death and missing enough times to make it to the next generation,  they’d need to be insanely, impossibly lucky - or there’d have to be something to their bullshit. even if they don’t actually know what they’re looking at, even if there’s just a pinch, a grain, an atom of truth at the centre of it all.

- with all of this considered, there is one thing of which i am absolutely certain: somehow, this is going to bring me back to the CORVEGA ASSEMBLY PLANT.

[carolinahope]

The Best of 2021 - 10 male characters (6/10)

[dixiedingo]

Lorenzo: come on :)))) you know I'm not crazy. My son is crazy! Don't kill me :)))

Rose, already slipping the second switch: sorry did you say smthn?

[finniestoncrane]

Can I ask for reader giving Deegan from Fallout 4 a little relaxing blow job for being such a brave and hard working guy? (So nervous but I saw he was in your list and I love him!)

Edward Deegan x GN!Reader, word count: 1.2k don't be nervous!! i'm so glad someone asked for him finally, and this is perfect ;-; i'm writing this post-lorenzo shit, because when he was on the floor all weak URGH my heart ;-; ☢️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: blowjobs, sweet deegan!! don't tell me he isn't soft and kind, he put up with jack cabot long enough, smutty fluff, tiny mention of an injury on deegan

It was late, well past midnight, and you moved quietly through the Cabot house as you made your way to Deegan's room, not wanting to wake anyone up. You didn't want to disturb Edward's rest either, but you hadn't been able to sleep for thinking about him, worrying over him after the day you'd been through.

"Edward... Ed? Can I come in?"

Your whispered words were accompanied by a soft tapping of your knuckles against the door. Any louder and you'd wake the whole house. And besides, if he couldn't hear you, then it meant he had managed to fall asleep.

"Sure, door's unlocked."

His voice cut through the silence, gruff, gravelly, louder than yours. You cringed at the sound, worried it might disturb the others who would no doubt interrupt what you hoped would be a private conversation with Deegan. But as you carfeully, so slowly, turned the handle of the door, you could hear nothing else but your own breathing.

You closed the door just as quietly behind you, keeping your voice hushed, but adjusting the volume to a slightly louder one now that you were in the privacy of the four walls.

"Are you ok? You look worried."

Edward was sitting up on the edge of his bed wearing only a pair of underwear. His stomach was wrapped in bandages, but other than that, his body was bare and exposed to your lingering gaze, though it didn't seem to bother him. Realising that you were staring, you turned your head to the side, letting your hand find his hat on top of his dresser, fingers skimming over the shallow brim as you spoke.

"I'm ok, I just couldn't sleep. I was worried about you."

"Really? You couldn't sleep because of me? That's ridiculous. I'm fine."

He patted the mattress beside him, a gentle gesture, welcoming and kind. Once you were resting beside him, he placed an arm around you, pulling you into a comforting side embrace. Physical affection was one of his surprises, a trait you'd never have expected from him, but one that was prominent once you were amongst his "inner circle".

"I know, I know. You're always fine. But how many times can you get knocked around like that and still be ok afterwards?"

"It's been two hundred years so far. I can't imagine I'll be downed any time soon."

You slumped into his body, letting him take your whole weight. The more you relaxed, the more your body slipped until you were laying at an angle uncomfortable enough for you to shift your body. Kicking your legs up onto the bed, you settled your head into his lap, sighing contentedly as he tucked the stray strands of hair behind your ear.

Edward let his fingers travel from your hair to your neck, following down to your shoulder and tracing your upper arm, soft strokes back and forth as he tickled your skin, soothing, comforting. It was more than that though. His strong body supporting you, his surprisingly gentle touch, the way he hummed in satisfaction when you shifted into him. For all he did for you, risking his life, finding you work, convincing Jack to let you stay in the house, and now, comforting you when you'd come to comfort him, you knew he was due more than just an embrace. And you knew you wanted to give it to him.

As you nuzzled your head against his crotch, you brought your hands up to his thighs, skimming your palm against them, travelling upwards until you were at the top of his underwear. Edward sighed against you, a soft, growling moan as he felt your caress against his strong, but tired body.

Tugging the underwear down, you exposed his cock, stiffening already at your touch, pulsing as you let it fall out over the band, bobbing in front of your face.

His hand was against your cheek, warm, delicate, but he was pushing at you, trying to guide you away from him, only easing up when you were focused on him, your eyes trained on his.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Why wouldn't I be? You deserve this, Edward."

He closed his eyes, blinking slowly.

"You don't have to do that... this. You don't have to pity me. I do my job, and I watch out for my friends."

"It's not out of pity, Edward. I want to do this. I've wanted to do this."

He put up no fight after those words, instead leaning back on his elbows to give you more room in his lap as you turned your had back towards his cock. WIth your hand gripping the base of his shaft, you let your lips slide down over the head, tongue flitting back and forth, coating it with your saliva to make it easier to bob your head up and down his length.

Your lips bumped over the smoothed ridges of his cock, a texture that was satisfying and new, exciting, different. You could feel the skin warming against your mouth and your tongue, the way his thick, hard dick throbbed at the attention you were giving it.

Freshly washed, always taking advantage of the hot, running water in the Cabot house, Edward didn't taste like much, but you could still smell his musk. And as he relaxed into the pleasure, the tang of his precum settled on your tongue sending you into a frenzy. With your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked, hoping to encourage more of the sweet, salty essence.

Edward choked on his words a little, surprised at how hungry you seemed to be for him. Gently, so as not to incur any more damage to his bruised body, he eased himself down lower, still raised enough though to watch you as you worked your way over his cock.

With a crude 'schlick' you let his cock pop out of your mouth, smiling up at him as you turned your head to the side and ran your tongue up and down his dick, running it through your lips at the angle before you sank your mouth back down over it.

You looked up at him, catching his eyes and smiling even with your mouth full of him, an act that made him blush and lose a little bit of the control he had over his reactions. With a hitched breath, he muttered something, unintelligible murmurs underscored by half-swears and sounds of pleasure.

"Ah... fff... ngh!"

Edward's breathing was heavy, panting, interspersed with moans and groans that only got louder the more you sucked on his cock, tongue swirling over the head as you reach the top and gliding down the shaft as you let the tip hit the back of your throat.

Your fingers travelled up his chest, gripping his prominent chin and playfully shaking it before you placed your palm over his mouth. It was late, and Wilhelmina was a notoriously light sleeper. The last thing you wanted was to be interrupted before you'd had the chance to properly thank Deegan for his bravery and his kindness.

And with the way he had begun to buck his hips up, his hands gripping the sheets as he strained his neck and gritted his teeth, you wouldn't have to wait long to see it through.

[chadfallout76podcast]

Oh to be a fly on the wall when MacCready goes toe to toe with Lorenzo Cabot before the events of "Death Shroud!" begin.

In the game if you do kill Lorenzo Cabot, the crown is damaged beyond repair in the process. MacCready was instructed to bring them the entire head of Lorenzo Cabot. lol

...I might write this up just for fun.

[calder]

LORENZO CANDIESVILL CABOT THE SECOND ..... THANK YOU SO MUCH

[thefalloutwiki]

Today in Fallout, 09/05/23:

Jack Cabot writes an entry on his personal terminal about experimenting with new transistors. He used these to create a portable version of the Abremalin field generator, a way of containing the power of Lorenzo's artifact.

I've been experimenting with some of the new transistors, and it looks possible to make a portable version of the Abremalin field generator. This would be very useful if we ever had to move Lorenzo to a different facility for any reason. A lot more work is necessary of course, and testing it on Lorenzo is out of the question - I won't risk shutting down the main field. But replicating the current field frequency pattern should at least give us something that we could try in an emergency, even if I can't be 100% certain it will work.

A Transistor.

You can read the terminal entry in question, and all the other entries on his terminal here.

[slocum-dodson]

This is the only man in the lesbian commune of Oberland Station and he's a doctor that I gifted Lorenzo Cabot's clothes too. I think he's a sweetheart. He now looks like a frontier doctor from an old western.

[maccreadysbaby]

a sneak peek of that cabot house thing I said I was gonna do

“You’re right,” Kennedy stated loudly, in a desperate attempt to keep him from walking away. It seemed to work, because for a second, he stopped. “What mom did to you was horrible. You deserved to grow up like I did, with a family, with people who cared about you.”

Kendrick turned, scanning her with confusion spread across his smooth features.

“But, I’m here now. And leaving this time isn’t taking it out on me, or mom. All you’re doing is hurting yourself. I searched for you because I want you in a family of my own. The only thing is… I can’t be here for you if you won’t let me.”

He looked away, a bad attempt at hiding the tears that were pooling at the bottom of his eyes. He might’ve been eighteen, but at that moment, staring at his big sister, he felt like a defenseless child.

“How do I know that you won’t throw me out to the dogs at the first inconvenience like she did?” He muttered, hardly loud enough for her to hear.

“You’re my little brother,” She dared to step closer, and this time, he didn’t move back. “We might not have grown up together, but that doesn’t change the fact that I care about you. I would still care about you even if you were a strung out druggie begging in the streets of Goodneighbor, because that’s what I’m supposed to do.”

She sucked in a deep breath as her brother’s light blue eyes finally overflowed with tears, which he wiped off quickly.

“Mom may not have wanted you, but I do,” Kennedy finalized, glancing down at her feet. He didn’t respond, and she took that as a sign he was about to walk away again.

But suddenly, just as she was about to turn and leave, he crashed into her, sinking into her embrace like a child that had never experienced someone that truly cared for them before. He was trembling against her. For a moment she just stood, letting her arms snake around her little brother like a protective shield. He was crying, clinging to the back of her duster, and she held him.

One sibling down. Six more to go.

[shitty-fallout-art]

I have found myself wondering as Horrorout is released what happened to Edward Deegan and the Cabots. What happened to my boy if you don't mind me asking?

Now THAT is interesting because how they end up is dependent on how you finish their mission, Lorenzo either kills them or they slowly succumb to old age. In the case of Nora having done this mission, I can’t see her just…leaving the Cabot’s and their research alone even if they’re dead now…but she also wasn’t the type to take up random jobs without good reason. I have some ideas buzzing around atm, nothing concrete, but rest assured that I’d love to give most/if not all characters some kind roll or appearance

Supposing they’re not dead, of course, like drummer boy

[aardvark-123]

Piper sits in a chair.

Recently, she'd been wondering why Minh still wore that battered old hard hat everywhere. Piper decided to try a pink miner's helmet while they ran a few errands for the influentual Cabot family.

Was it comfy? No. Was it waterproof and impact-resistant? Yes. Did it go with her favourite coat? A bit. Did the light come in handy? Sometimes. Did it look nicer than her own hat? Er, no.

Did it leave her feeling underdressed in the Cabots' luxurious town house? Well, Edward had quite a comforting presence about him, and next to him it was hard to feel underdre- Bitch, she was Piper Wright, she thumbed her nose at the privileged elite and left muddy footprints in their luxury box seats! Who CARED if she looked... like a copper miner expressing her feminine side?

To take her mind off it, Piper sat in another chair...

By and by, the two adventurers found the missing Cabot daughter.

"How are you feeling now, Piper? Now that we've had a few adventures and I definitely didn't tread on another mine, are you liking the helmet?" asked Minh.

"It's, well..." Piper sighed. "I don't know if it's ME. I kind of wanna try a red one, though."

"Okay, my curiosity won the speech check. What IS it with you two and those helmets?!" Emogene piped up. "Is it some sort of lesbian thing? Your kind of ladies normally wear ball caps back to front... And if you were planning anything with me, forget it."

Minh gave her a look. "Don't worry, Emogene. We weren't."

Minh and Piper made certain to bring Emogene home as quickly as possible. After they dropped her off, Jack Cabot dragged them to the old asylum to meet his father.

"The head lamp is pretty useful," whispered Piper, while a badly-injured Edward explained that the asylum had been seized by bandits after old Lorenzo Cabot's magic blood. "But I actually kind of like using a torch... It feels cooler, pointing a torch around, y'know?"

The situation was deteriorating rapidly, but Minh had a flaming sword...

And Lorenzo had the rest of eternity for a long, peaceful nap.

"Soooo, Piper, how's everything feeling in the head department?" asked Minh, back in Sanctuary Hills a couple of days later. "I mean, do you like the mining helmet?"

Piper was silent for a few seconds. Then she smiled and slowly shook her head.

"It's not a bad helmet, Blue. I can definitely see what you like about them... but it's not for me." Piper reached up and took off the mining helmet. "Too many bad memories. And I already have a nice hat!"

[kremvhstooth]

The Sole Survivor (68443 words) by Hamburger_time Chapters: 24/40 Fandom: Fallout 4 Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Deacon/Robert Joseph MacCready, Robert Joseph MacCready/Male Sole Survivor Characters: Deacon (Fallout), Robert Joseph MacCready, Preston Garvey, Sturges (Fallout), Cait (Fallout), Piper Wright, Dogmeat (Fallout), Codsworth (Fallout), Jun Long, Curie (Fallout), Father | Shaun (Fallout), X6-88, Desdemona (Fallout), Tinker Tom (Fallout), Drummer Boy (Fallout), Doctor Carrington (Fallout), Mama Murphy (Fallout), John Hancock (Fallout), Glory (Fallout), Lucy MacCready, Duncan MacCready, Synth Shaun (Fallout), Sole Survivor (Fallout), Jack Cabot, Doctor Amari (Fallout), Lorenzo Cabot Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Mental Health Issues, Nightmares, Grief/Mourning, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Unrequited Love, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Stalking, Supernatural Elements, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Commonwealth Minutemen (Fallout 4), The Railroad (Fallout), Railroad Ending (Fallout 4), companion takes on the main quest, The Institute (Fallout), Ensemble Cast, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Unhealthy Relationships, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Smoking, Chem Use (Fallout), Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Survivor Guilt, Glory Lives, Chekhov's Gun, Manic Episode, The Sight, Body Horror, Dogmeat is the very best friend, also maybe not exactly a dog, Horror Summary:

An unexpected tragedy tests MacCready's mettle and sanity. Nate has helped him more than anyone ever has and MacCready does not leave a debt unpaid.

New chapter! Finally.