#amazon dogmeat

[rivet-city-rebel]

All the fanart of Lucy and Cooper with a german shepherd shouldn’t bug me as much as it does but I didn’t get my autism diagnosis for nothing and my special interest in dogs always comes first and Four is A MALINOIS. A BELGIAN MALINOIS.

Specifically, because in most national kennel clubs with the exception of the American, the coats of malinois are considered just coat types and not different breeds, a short-hair malinois. The other types are curly coated, (laekenois), long coated (Tervuren) and black long coated (Groendael)

This has been a fallout dog-breed PSA.

[hangon-silvergirl]

fallout tv series + onion headlines, okey dokey?

[hyperfigations]

The Dogmeat's are one of the best parts of the game 😭

(Rex is the best btw)

[dolphinsapphire28]

Family

(warning: Fallout finale spoilers)

This is what I got out of the s1 finale...

...Cooper (unknowingly, perhaps, or subconsciously) is rebuilding himself what he lost, and by that I don't simply mean recovering his lost dignity over 219 years of wastelanding and surviving.

GIFS by @lingeringpeanutbutter

We see him on a new quest for truth and answers, but most of all:

---he has adopted a loyal dog (and his love for his dog Roosevelt will be eternal; it is what set him off against Vault-tec in the first place, and it is going to be heartbreaking finding out what happened to Roosevelt eventually, as we get more flashbacks);

---invited along a genuine, kind-hearted woman as a sidekick/companion/partner who mirrors him, his tragedy, and his quest in so many ways, has saved his life despite owing him nothing, and in whom he saw potential for adapting to and surviving the Wasteland (with a callback to the good qualities he loved about his ex-wife);

---and, he is on his lifelong quest to find his daughter Janey.

Cooper is rebuilding himself a family, and the cherry on the cake is the Hollywood landmark in the final shot of the trio, bridging the Ghoul with Cooper Howard all over again, a nice tie of the present with the past.

And finally, the title of the finale being 'The Beginning', which is nuanced enough to represent a lot of 'beginnings' throughout the episode.

And after bingewatching the show the first time (I've lost count how many times I've rewatched and analysed it by now), I sat there with an appreciative smirk at the writers and the delicious tapestry they continue weaving.

Cowboy hats off to you!!

[ghostfire]

WIP Wednesday

A little bit of The Ghoul.

[headlesssamurai]

‘‘ I don't want to see tomorrow, Unless I see it with you… ’’

[finniestoncrane]

ILL DO YOU ONE BETTER,,, cooper fic where he's napping,,, WITH DOGMEAT

Companion

Cooper Howard, word count: 600 please my fuckin heart and soul!! man i love introspective things, i love dogs, i love horrible men who can be soft sometimes, i love horrible men who love animals ;-; 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! ��� cw: lil bit of angst but mostly some fluff!

Finally off of their feet for the day, Cooper let out a deep, long sigh. The cool night air was a welcome change from the desert heat they had travelled through, but it was still stifling, choking him. Smothering. Suffocating. Trying to give himself some breathing room, he kicked his leg out to the side, scraping it along the dust, trying to kick up a barrier between him and his new companion.

“Get, boy.”

It wasn’t just the air, no longer sweltering but still somehow thick. It was the presence of someone with him, along for the ride. It had been so long since he’d had someone with him, longer still since that someone had actually wanted to be with him.

And despite trying his hardest to push him away, the dog he had decided to bring along with him was determined to offer itself to Cooper. Like it sensed something in him that he might have been aware of, but wasn’t willing to accept.

So there he sat in the dark, lit only by the slowly dying fire, trying his best to shrug off the affectionate advances of the dog by his side.

“You ain’t him, boy.”

Cooper leaned back in the rusted garden chair by the fire, watching the flames dance as he took one last swig from his canteen in the hopes that the bitter liquid inside would help him fall into an easier sleep.

As he sat he considered the strange, tethered feeling, familiar as it was, of having someone look to him for companionship. He was so hyper aware of all the years that had gone by. Decades, turning into centuries before his eyes. Whether he was blinking in the sun or trying to find anything in the darkness from his coffin underground. Everything that had passed by, everything he’d seen that he never thought he would, that he hoped he never would. The people who came and went, those like him, those not.

Loyal pets. One loyal pet.

He couldn’t add another to the list. Who knew how long he’d be around. Who knew how long he could stave off the feral nature that was bubbling inside of him. A wild beast in a cage whose iron bars were wearing thinner each passing day.

What if he hurt them? Turned before he could take himself away from them? Refused to let him go?

What if they hurt him? Like so many others had.

How many of them had come and gone? In two hundred years, how many people had passed through his life, willingly or unwillingly. It would never get easier, at least it hadn’t yet. But the way that the paw settled on his leg, a knowing whine as the dog pushed him to take the comfort, he considered how much difference it would really make for him to take a risk again.

He slid onto the ground, his body relaxing onto the thin bedroll. And when the warm body of his new companion settled down in front of him, he didn’t push away. He placed a hand into the fur, accepting the warmth, the comfort. Something he still needed even after all this time.

Cooper’s eyes sparkled in the reflection of the flames, wet with a bittersweet sadness that overcame him. Of everyone he missed, there was something unique about the loyal bond of a man and his dog. And Dogmeat reminded him of what he had lost, but what he might gain from softening just a little.

“No… you ain’t him, Dogmeat. But I appreciate it all the same.”

[fukutomichi]

Colors & Scenery S1.E2 ∙ The Target

[bailadeluna]

girls don’t want boys. girls want ghouls

[whatsorceressisthis]

"You're a loser, baby

A loser, but just maybe if we

Eat shit together, things will end up differently."

This was a labor of love doing this crossover.

Fallout and Hazbin Hotel are my jams, yo.

My art ain't the greatest and my pencils be cheap, but I'm proud of it.

I was listening to the song whilst doomscrolling memes a few months and it popped in my head as a perfect crossover.

[sad-endings-suck]

Back to report that I have seen the first episode of the Fallout tv show on Amazon Prime and it fucking slaps. Along with this, The Last of Us (HBO), Cyberpunk: Edgerunners, Arcane: League of Legends (obviously), and many more, we can now say for certain that we are in the un-official golden era of video game adaptations (at least if it stays the course *knock on wood*).

[possumbly-a-problem]

Pre-orders for this Fallout inspired bag charm design will be going up on my Etsy soon once I have the three other designs (Dog, Max, Lucy) in the set finished! So watch out. I am actually so proud of how this came out, the colors are so sharp. I’m excited to finally show it off. because tumblr would not do it there’s a nice video here https://x.com/Possum_Problem/status/1790530686803140771 PREORDER OPEN: https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/1718264014/preorder-fallout-inspired-cooper closes June 5th

[ironspy]

Fallout TV on Prime April 2024

[pendingfeels]

𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚝 series

🄴🄿🄸🅂🄾🄳🄴 🅃🅆🄾 / 🅃🄷🄴 🅃🄰🅁🄶🄴🅃

[kirain]

[tinkerbitch69]

So the fact that the ghoul calls CX404 ‘dogmeat’ almost immediately after meeting him makes me wonder…

What if dogmeat is just a common nickname for dogs in the wasteland? Something similar to calling a dog mutt or something. This would explain the multiple dogmeats better than the existence of an immortal, breed shifting dog that has wondered the wasteland for 100+ years and could be an interesting bit of worldbuilding.

Because why would wastelanders call all dogs ‘dogmeat’? Why would they not give their companion a name? Maybe because they know the wasteland is a harsh and unforgiving place and they may be forced into a situation where they have to eat their canine companion to survive. Maybe they call dogs ‘dogmeat’ to prevent themselves getting attached and always remind themselves of what they may one day have to do…