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lem0nicle · 3 months ago
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i made a new version with a lot more ghouls
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i hope its okay, that this is posted as a new post, not just a thread to the previous version😅
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cannibalcreeps · 11 months ago
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This precious sad ghoul 💖
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heyitsphoenix2006 · 6 months ago
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FALLOUT GHOULS MY BELOVED 💖
I don’t do fanart often but damn, I kinda wanna start doin more lmao
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biohazrat · 5 months ago
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I keep forgetting to post stuff here😭 here are some little guys
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enigmatic-blues · 6 months ago
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Live, Laugh, and Love Ghouls
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enukitake · 1 year ago
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silly doods <3 (my lone at the bottom)
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libertybri · 7 months ago
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What would Gob and Moira be like as traveling companions?
GOB
He would initially be really nervous to go outside of Megaton
Extremely curious about ghoul communities, which encourages him to explore with Lone
He’s a very wary companion and scopes out for danger any chance he gets
Struggles to sleep the first few nights outside
With a little more time getting used to it, he handles a gun pretty well in a fight and becomes more witted in fighting banter with enemies (which amuses Lone)
Enjoys the taste of freedom regardless of the price of giving up safety behind walls
Not great with hand-to-hand combat and pretty clumsy in difficult terrain
He especially loves visiting the Underworld [and Tenpenny Tower- assuming the other ghouls live there]
One day hopes to find a new place for himself in the Wasteland and talks highly about each new location they visit
Traveling conversations with him would involve deep personal talks about his next steps in life as he looks to Lone for advice, as well as friendly banter as he grows more comfortable with Lone as a friend/companion
Moira
She’s very curious about developing new survival tactics in the dangerous Wasteland and practically jumps at the opportunity to go explore with Lone
Has several maps with pre-marked locations of “hidden treasures” she wishes to find, all of course are just rumors she’s heard from travelers but she’s hopeful
Her bag is always stocked with goods for both her and Lone
Her handgun skills are merely average, but she’s surprisingly great with long-range scoped weapons
Bartering with traders comes naturally to her and she can easily obtain deals for Lone’s personal trading
Always carrying a sweet treat
She learns she has a love for explosions; Develops great handling on grenades
Lone’s input would be required for a new Wasteland Survival Guide that Moira determines she must write during her travels, as they experience a lot of new dangers together every day
Traveling conversations with her would include a lot of babbling about absolutely nothing, but also some very interesting theoretical inquiries whenever they come across a little-phenomenon
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thefalloutwiki · 1 year ago
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Fallout 76: Gob's Saloon
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Were you previously aware that a moment in the Atlantic City trailer for Fallout 76 shows the text, “Gob's Saloon.”
In Fallout 3, killing Colin Moriarty would result in Gob taking over his saloon and painting over the sign with “Gob's Saloon.”
You can read more about Gob here:
https://fallout.wiki/wiki/Gob
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fallout-underworld · 7 months ago
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Alright yall,
Wheres cooper “the ghoul” Howard fanfics at😝
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lem0nicle · 3 months ago
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the fallout (ghoul) brainrot never ends
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enjoy yet another one of my low effort (and quality for that matter) fallout shitposts
i tried to include some of the more known ghouls, sorry if your favourite isn't among them😅
edit: i would like to do a second part (or ill just keep updating this version), so if theres some ghouls youd like to see there, please let me know! :)
EDIT 2: a new updated version is here !! :D
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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year ago
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G is for -- Gob
My sweet, sweet Gob 🥺
There's a reason his is so long 😅 I could write for this lovely guy forever <3
I hope y'all enjoy this one!
And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!
Also, just a little TW for brief mentions of abuse.
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Pair: Gob x g/n! Lone
Dialogue: "I don't care if someone sees."
Word: Gush
Rating: SFW - but suggestive in some areas 😅
Category: Fluff
Word Count: 1.9k
“Get over yourself,” Lone scoffed good-naturedly at the bartender across the counter. “Gob here can make a proper drink out of anything, you really– you wouldn’t believe it, I’m telling you.”
“Let’s not insult the man passing out the drinks, eh?” Gob said gently, leaning towards them so as not to allow his words to reach the man across the way.
“I’m not insulting him.” 
Gob seemed to pale at that.  That, and the loudness of their voice.
“No, but he was bragging a bit, and I’m sure his drink that he made from– what was it? Mirelurk egg yolk? Yeah. I’m sure it’s wonderful, but honestly, Gob, I’ve never had anything compare to that radscorpion venom and mutfruit thing you used to make for me back at Moriarty’s.” 
The poor ghoul smiled so nervously, like it pained him to do so, and Lone felt a pang of regret hit them. 
He hates when I do this…
“No, I’m sure yours is fantastic," they turned back to the bartender, "It’s gotta be, with how used to mirelurk you all must be here on the boat, I’m sure you know what best goes into it and everything, but um… Thank you. For the drinks, they'll be absolutely wonderful, I'm positive. Anyway, have a good night.” 
The blue-eyed brunette across the counter just quirked one brow at the unseemly pair, flashing a small grin as they slid off the stools, drinks in hand as they headed towards one of the small, round tables towards the edge of the restaurant in the middle of the Rivet City marketplace. 
“I’m sorry, Gob. I don’t mean to embarrass you, but…” 
“No, Lone, it’s really alright. Just… not used to all this, is all.” 
“I know.” Their voice was small, their drink neglected, as they only continued swishing it distractedly in their hand. “I wish you were though. I like bragging about you.”
Gob snorted, the sound all the more obvious with his meager nose. 
What’s there to brag about?
He didn’t need to say a word of the negative thoughts spiraling through his head. Lone could see them as plainly on his face as if he’d written them there in red ink. 
A firm clink sounded as they dropped their glass to the table forcefully, and Gob flinched. His grey eyes were cast downwards to the wooden floorboards, his fingers moving restlessly against each other where his hands were clasped together on the table. 
“Sorry.” Lone offered quickly, at his reaction. “But dammit Gob, do you think I would lie to you?”
“W-what?” 
“Do you not trust me?” 
“No, Lone, I trust you with my life, you know that, that’s not the ah… well…” 
“No, but it is, baby.” Gob’s eyes snapped to the contact as Lone’s fingers wound themselves to clasp with his on the tabletop. “You have to believe that I’m telling the truth, that I’m being genuine when I compliment you or brag about you, that I’m not just saying it to make you feel better, or anything. I mean, if you do, that’s a nice benefit, but when I gush about you, I do it because that’s really how I feel.” 
He didn’t even open his mouth to try and respond, just kept his gaze low beneath his furrowed brow. Lone almost spoke up again, until they felt his fingers move over their hand, the textured digits stroking lightly over their knuckles as the thoughts churned in his head. 
They stayed silent, then, and let him think, let him soak in the words they’d spoken, and if they were lucky, let him start to believe them. 
The restaurant slowly grew more busy, as the pair sat there in silence, Lone sipping their drink with one hand, as the other stayed clasped with Gob’s. Low voices began to toil and resonate within the metal walls of the ship as it came to life in the post-work evening. 
“I wish that I did…” Gob finally said, so low, Lone almost thought they’d imagined it. “Believe you, I mean… I wish it were easier, but, the way everyone else has treated me, the way Moriarty…” 
“I know.” They agreed sadly, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze. 
“E-even Nova, I know we seemed close, but… Still, in her face, I could see it. The… disgust.” 
Now Lone flinched, the admittance like the sharp sting of a bloatfly. 
“Some people just don’t know what to say, when they see others who are different, but that doesn’t mean you’re worth any less. That you’re any less of a person. I hope you know that.” 
Gob hummed uncertainly. 
“You seem to be the only one who thinks that way. There’s a reason people call us ghouls, you know?” 
“Well then,” Lone stood up, unclasping their hand from his so they could grab the chair they’d been sitting in across from him, and move it to sit directly beside Gob’s. “I guess I don’t really care what anyone else thinks. Because you’re a person, and even more incredible? You’re a good one. Even after all the shit ‘proper people’ have put you through, you’re still a sweetheart.” 
That forced a smile to his ruined lips, and Gob found himself leaning his head into his partner as they wrapped their arms around him in an all-encompassing sideways hug. 
“Lone…” He said their name with a chuckle, inspiring a delightful smile to pull at their mouth as well, just as they released him from their grasp, ever so slightly, to look into his glinting stormy, ocean eyes. “You sure you’re not an angel or somethin’? Cuz I can hardly believe you’re even real.” 
They blushed so sweetly at that, it made Gob’s stomach flutter. 
“Oh, I’m real, alright. You want me to prove it to ya?” 
Their eyes glittered with a genial sort of mischief, and the pittering in his stomach swelled to a startling jolt, as he felt his own face heat at the way his partner began to lean towards him, the way they looked at him, like he was something to be savored. 
How strange it felt, to be looked at that way… But how wondrous was the feeling that came with it. To be, not only tolerated visually, but wanted, desired, worth savoring. 
Gob felt as though he must be unconscious, to have someone look at him in such a way. It wasn’t– couldn’t be real life. It had to be a vision, a dream. Maybe Moriarty had hit him hard enough this time, maybe he was out for good. 
No matter what it was, he could only hope he lived in this dream forever. 
Without thinking, Gob found himself nodding to Lone’s question with wide eyes.
They grinned, satisfied, and leaned into him. 
The pair had kissed before, sure, and they’d done more than kissing, much to his surprise, and his delight– as nervous as he’d been for it all, but still… Nothing could quite quiet his mind and fill him to the brim with affection and elation like Lone’s sweet kisses. 
He could taste the slight bite of their alcoholic drink on their lips, could revel in the softness of their skin. So close to them, he could smell their familiar scent, the cornflower soap they used and the earthy clay from their boots. He could feel their warmth through their vault suit, where he hadn’t even realized he’d allowed his hands to roam. 
Gob was usually so reserved with his affections, so unsure, even after all this time, that Lone would want him touching their body, but after all they’d said and made clear to him this evening… They were right, he had to believe them. That they wanted this as much as he did, that they found him desirable, that they felt he was worth complimenting, worth bragging about– the way he felt about them. 
There wasn’t a day that’d gone by since he met the vault-dweller that he didn’t talk about them to someone. That he didn’t gush and amateurly wax poetic about their goodness, their kindness, their face, their eyes, their everything that he adored about them, even when they were still but a pleasant stranger. 
And he adored everything. 
Soon enough, the ghoul was completely absorbed in their contact. His hands respectfully wandered, tracing his partner’s soft skin, the seams of their suit; he tilted his head, deepening their kiss with a groan he simply couldn’t hold back, his face heating at the way Lone took that as an invitation to slip their tongue in to brush with his. 
They scooted forward, nearly until they were off their chair, using their hold around his shoulders to brace themselves as they melded their lips with his over and again, pausing only to pull in shallow breaths between the undulating contact. 
Gob wished he could tune everything out forevermore. That it could only be them two, where they both could feel more than adequate in this harsh world. Where he could feel deserving of the love his partner poured into him, where Gob could be beside them without garnering whispered insults and judgemental looks. 
Where they could simply be. 
But that wasn’t possible, he realized again, for the thousandth time, as he heard a dull comment about public indecency from not too far beside him. Then another, from a table behind the pair, about how much, they wondered, was the ghoul paying his partner to be with him, to do this with him. And in public, too. What will the kids think, if they see this sort of contact between the likes of him and that nice, young man/woman? 
Lone pulled away, as they felt Gob failing to reciprocate. 
“Did I get too carried away?” They asked with a breathless chuckle. 
The way Gob’s chest ached at their obliviousness, at their honest question, must have been plain on his face, because the smile Lone wore was soon dashed from their lips. 
“What’s wrong?” 
He shook his head, but his eyes must’ve betrayed him, as the noisy couple behind them continued to make their rude comments. 
“Oh, fucking hell.” 
Lone almost stood up, but Gob’s hand on their arm stopped them. 
“‘S not worth it, Lone.” 
They still simmered in his hold, their eyes alight and their nostrils flared. 
“You know what?” They said, their voice needlessly loud– he can only assume so that it reached the mannerless folks in question.
Gob barely had time to prepare himself, as Lone’s hands tangled in his shirt collar, and they hauled him into another kiss. This one was firm, powerful, as they pressed into him and resumed the ebb and flow of tender touching they’d both been absorbed in only a few moments ago. 
“Lone–” He tried to say through the kiss, his hands gently urging them back so he could speak properly. 
“No.” They said, as they relented, keeping their hands on his shoulders as their expression pleaded with him. 
“Gob, I don’t care if someone sees. If someone sees and doesn’t like. That’s not our problem, it’s theirs.” 
Their searing look was turned pointedly at the couple near to them, before it darted back to him, instantly softening as it set upon his face. 
Despite himself, Gob felt those tingles rise up in his gut again. 
“I love you, Gob, and if I wanna kiss you in public, everyone else can just deal with it, okay?” 
A grin broke out over his face, and Gob felt his hands tighten unwittingly where they rested on his partner’s waist. 
“Okay…” He nodded to them, before leaning in once again, and pressing his lips to theirs. 
This time was a bit more chaste, but only because he felt the overwhelming need to pull away, just for a moment, just to whisper, “And… I love you too, Lone.” 
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135-film · 10 months ago
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this still isnt as fuck nasty as it could be but this was the first time ive ever drawn a ghoul
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bisexualcouriersix · 4 months ago
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Lone Wanderer and Gob just because
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twinkliker3000 · 2 years ago
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TODD, WHY CANT I MARRY GOB? WHY CAN'T I MURDER MORIARTY AND HAPPILY RUN OFF INTO THE SUNSET WITH GOB? WHY CAN'T HE BE MY BABY GIRL SUGAR PUMPKIN SWEET CHEESE PRINCESS? FUCK YOU TODD. FUCK YOU
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enukitake · 2 years ago
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bro owns my whole heart <3
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xc1el · 1 year ago
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Don’t think i ever posted this hdhsjsjsnsk
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