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I need fanfics where SoSu is replaced with companions.
Like MacCready went to get the cure for his son, but when he got home, Duncan was completely gone, and whoever he left them with tells him Duncan just vanished into thin air.
Or Piper. Nat is missing and she's freaking out because she has a gut feeling it was actually the Institute, which would make her grudge against McDonough even more impactful.
Or maybe, even Jun and Marcy Long refusing to give up finding where their son is. Two dedicated parents willing to go to the ends of the earth to find their son.
Of course that'd have to give the Institute a reason to kidnap the kid. And would Sole still have seen their spouse get shot, their baby taken, and Shaun become leader? Or will it be someone else?
And what would any of these characters do in their place? How would they get to the Institute? Act with the Railroad? How would they find out about the teleportation? Would Kellogg still have been the one to affect them?
#elfdemiposts#fallout 4#fo4#fallout4#fallout#maccready#rj maccready#piper wright#fo4 companions#fanfic#idea#ideas#fanfic idea#jun long#marcy long
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#character rp#fallout 4#marcy long#minutemen#poll#voting#vote marcy#marcy for mayor#political violence#fallout
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Commonwealth Portraits 1
Jun Long
"Some days are harder than others, but even the hard days get easier than the one before."
Starting a Commonwealth portrait series to anchor myself in something creative. I've been dealing with a lot of depression lately and have felt cut off from community and making art. So here is Jun Long - a character frequently passed over because he and Marcy mourn their child in ways that players seem to find annoying or inconvenient. I've seen mods that seek to fix one or both of them, but I think they're a realistic representation of loss and moving on. It can be difficult to put on a brave face - and why should they, to make others happy? To compartmentalize and partition their worst moments away for the player, when they just made it back from Quincy? People don't go through hard times to inconvenience others - let alone poor Jun; barely able to string together a sentence when you meet him in Concord, reeling from the loss of his child. However, later on in the game, if you cross paths with him in Sanctuary, he will sometimes give an indication he's picking up the pieces - along with the slightest smile you ever did see.
#jun long#fallout 4#fo4#sanctuary#fallout 4 companions#screenarchery#fallout screencaps#photography#fallout#marcy long#fallout screenshots
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Marcy : She’s a fucking psychopath!!
Sturges : Calm down, calm down! What’s going on... again?
Marcy : She decorate my house!
Sturges : That’s nice
Marcy: She put Teddy bears EVERYWHERE!
Sturges : It’s cute
Marcy : Teddy bears who drink, who use drugs, who stab themselves! There is a giant Teddy bear that swallowed corpses on my roof and two Teddy bears that make se... somersaults next to my bed!
Sturges: ...
#marcy long#sturges#fallout 4#nora is silver#incorrect fallout 4 quotes#mod : robochef settlement object
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not trying to instigate anything, buuuuuuuuuut... if marcy long was male and jun long was female, i feel like they wouldn't receive as much hate
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Protect the people at a minute's notice.....we could hardly protect ourselves.
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I’d LOVE to hear more about how Marcy Long is head of agriculture!! It’s SO rare to find people who actually like. Treat her with dignity.
Okay I spent the last hour of work thinking about how to answer this in a way that actually made sense but Marcy! Means! So much to me!! She always has! Anytime I write something involving Sanctuary I try to have her be mentioned at the very least
One of the things about grief is that everybody deals with it in a different way and I love that Marcy’s allowed to be angry and she doesn’t apologize for it and she doesn't stop being angry. She lost her son! She lost her home! The past week+ up to the sosu finding Preston and the survivors of Quincy has been nothing but the people supposed to be protecting her and her husband failing. ‘but bee!’ I hear someone in the distance cry, ‘the sosu also lost their kid and their home and their-’ that’s not the point!!! People in real life who go through tragedy all deal with it differently (says Bee who’s gone through A Not Great Thing with other people and seen this first hand) regardless of how similar the wounds are and its so … human that Marcy is allowed to be bitter with her dealt cards
I dunno know, there was something about the way she looks to her husband and, very softly, says ‘we gotta go’ when the sosu takes them to Sanctuary that always gets to me
So I have Marcy become one of the most important people in the town and slowly – over a long time, her and Jun take walks down by the lake when the sun’s setting, she teaches synths that don’t want to get their memories changed how to farm and she’s good at it. She’s good at keeping people fed and keeping them out of trouble and maybe Jun copes with his own sadness too and runs the clinic with Curie (the Longs owned the pharmacy in Quincy) once they begin to heal
Their son, Kyle, who I think would be 10 just like Shawn, is gone. It’s not fair and its not right. But it happened and he’s gone
I have a fic (that I don’t think I ever put up) where Norah talks with Marcy about what it’s like to lose your son like that and how you cope after the unimaginable. And once the Minutemen are back at the Castle, they retake Quincy and Norah and Preston find every single body the Gunners threw into a pile to rot or burn and give them the funeral they deserve and maybe that helps the Longs heal a little bit
Maybe when Norah gets Shawn back he’s the only one beside Jun she never snaps at and she gets protective of him the same way Codsworth does
This was really long and not important to anything in the ask but thank you!!
#asks for bee#fallout#fallout 4#marcy long#i hear someone say she's annoying and i turn into the joker#sorry for the long read#xx
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Day two out of the Vault: An early cold snap killed the gourd vines weeks ago, and the fruit rotted, leading to a breaking point for the already starving Marcy.
#fallout 4#fallout 4 oc#natan “nate” chaban#my art#marcy long#i can humanize her in ways bethesda has never dreamed of
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idk. i feel like theres some nuance to be had about preston & marcy long in a similar light. being annoyed by preston's presentation in the game is a perfectly fine thing in my book. another example of "i like this (character), but theyre not a good (character)". i do this with both preston and x6. you dont have to go into how preston is actually secretly a well written groundbreaking character to like him. its fine.
being discomforted by and not wanting to engage bethesda's horrible execution of characters of color & WOMAN characters of color specifically is like. a totally understandable perspective as well. marcy long in-game pisses me off and makes me sad because shes a piss poor characterization written by a bunch of white men who probably only thought "haha what if we made this person who survived a tragedy a total bitch haha wouldnt that be funny and edgy" when they decided on anything about her. it sucks and makes me feel bad.
#4#txt#preston#marcy long#i need to finish my powerpoint on my media literacy 'big 3' because i think the preston debate is a good example of people conflicting#'why was this character made?' (interpretive questioning with space for anyone to answer with their own experience of the character)#& 'who was this character made by?' (pretty objective answer: white dudes who dont know shit about fuck)#(and also bethesda who is notorious for making 2 dimensional slabs of characters and writing it off because the point of the game isnt#to care about the world and the people in it)#and unfortunately i think people's interpretive experiences with preston completely overshadow the valid reasons people often dislike him.#those reasons being the 'who was this character made by/for' and being pushed away from him because of that
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Broke: Nate Fallout4 is the main character of Fallout 4
Woke: Nick Valentine is the main character of Fallout 4
Bespoke: Marcy Long is the main character of Fallout 4
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I just love the idea of Sole letting "Shaun" spend time with Marcy and Jun. He could help Jun scrap or learn how to patrol town, or he could help Marcy pick vegetables or dry herbs for the town's community pantry. I love the idea of Sole wanting him to have a healthy relationship with their friends and neighbors, and to let Marcy and Jun interact with a child again. Maybe inspire them to try to have one of their own again.
"Aunt Marcy and Uncle Jun" T_T Yessssss.
#fallout#fallout 4#fo4#marcy long#jun long#headcanon#aunt marcy#uncle jun#shaun#sanctuary#sole survivor#fanfic#fanfiction
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Back To Eden - Ch6
Summary: Sole is a journalist and independent investigator who worked with the famous Detective Nick Valentine before the bombs dropped. They stumble out of Vault 111 with hazy memories of a case gone awry, a sense of desperate yearning, and the bitter experience of already having had to fight for their life to survive against the odds. What's a little nuclear wasteland to a (newly) seasoned investigator?
See masterlist for warnings.
Fic-long tags: Hurt comfort, angst, pining, flashback scenes, noir detective show meets post-apocalyptic chaos, Preston Garvey is a sweetheart, Sole is doing their best and living out of pure spite, slow burn (Nick/Sole), etc etc.
For the next couple of weeks, Sole focused on settling in. Opening the bunker had made them a local hero, at least for the few days after, and had officially inducted them into the group of settlers. They had quickly formed a silent allyship with Jun, forming their own little post-apocalyptic grief group. While neither of them really wanted to talk about the events that were haunting them, there was an understanding between the two. Marcy was another story, but Sole knew everyone addressed grief in their own ways; hell, if Sole had any energy, they might have been just as angry at their own situation.
In the vein of grief, Sole had remained at ground level when the bunker had been opened. Preston had been the one to descend and check things out, just in case there had been some sort of trap awaiting whoever broke in– when he mentioned the possibility, Sole hadn’t dissuaded his caution. It wouldn’t have surprised them if their neighbor had done such a thing. It had surprised them, however, when he’d ascended moments later with a solemn look on his face and pulled them, quite literally as they’d remained seated in their chair, to the side. “Before we do anything about the supplies down there, I wanted to let you know…” Preston sighed, “There’s a body down there. Well, a skeleton. I thought you should know.”
Sole took a deep breath and glanced away. “Uh, wow. I mean, I didn’t even think about the possibility of him actually… making it long enough to get down there.”
“If you’d like– there was a hat. On the body. If you want, I can bring it up so you can confirm it was him. If that would help.”
“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”
Sole quickly confirmed that it was their neighbor who had died. There was a little bit of pride in their chest, trying its best to counteract the grief, at the fact that he had made it into his bunker. It hadn’t been a complete waste, after all. Whether or not the bunker was radiation-proof and he had survived longer than a second after the blast, they didn’t know. But he had died somewhere that meant something to him, and they were glad for that.
That night Preston had helped them out of their house again. Sole was getting a little better about using the crutches, but with the uneven terrain, it was best that they had some help, and Preston was too good of a man to watch them struggle. He’d built a small fire and set up two chairs, one for him to keep watch overnight over the little community and the other for Sole to join him as long as they needed to. He threw a blanket over his shoulder as they made their way out into the little field and once they were settled in their chair, he tucked them in.
Curious, Sole asked, “Do you guys still do funerals?”
“Well, I guess it depends.”
Preston propped his gun up against the arm of his chair and sat back. His coat collar was turned up against the chill of the breeze, his arms crossed over his chest as he pondered. “Sometimes you end up banded together with people you don’t know very well, and if they die, then no, there’s not really a funeral. If you really respected them then you might bury them, or set them up in a more dignified way then sprawled out where they died, but other than that, not really. If you really knew the person and were close, like if one of the folks here died, you’d probably bury them and make a makeshift marker. But, I’ve heard pre-war you guys would do a whole,” Preston waved his hand in the air to gesture something grand, “thing. We don’t have the time, energy, or resources to do that now, though. And, uh, people dying now is common.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.” Sole acknowledged quietly.
“Why do you ask?”
“I think I have some people to bury.”
It took a couple of days for Preston to arrange for everyone to be free and help out, but he was true to the agreement they made that night. Sole offered to go back down into Vault 111 to help them figure out how to open the cryopods, but Preston had firmly asserted that that wasn’t necessary and it would be unnecessary stress on Sole when they should be focusing on recovering. Instead, they were set up in a chair to watch the procession of still-frozen bodies brought down the hill and to the graves that had been set up.
Marcy had her fair share of snide comments about wasting time and being stuck in the past, but it was easy to ignore them with Sturges keeping them company. He did his best to keep things lighthearted despite the awful imagery of their neighbors being filed into the neat row of graves that had emphatically been placed as far away from the main neighborhood while still being in Sanctuary as possible. Marcy stood nearby, hands on hips, watching critically. “You dug too many graves. What a waste of time.”
“What?” Sturges asked, mildly perturbed at her overseeing.
“There’s one more grave than there are people. There’s an extra grave.”
“No, I asked for that many graves specifically. It’s… reserved. For when I find the person. I want to bring him home and bury him, if I can find him.” Sole piped up, not looking at either of the settlers.
The stern look on Sturge’s face was enough to stop Marcy from asking any questions, and Sole simply looked on as the graves were filled in, ignoring the sharp pangs in their chest that were making them feel so hollow.
Once Sole was finally mobile and could reliably use the crutches, it was a fight to keep them from overworking themself. Preston began consulting them, figuring that their pre-war experiences would give them a different perspective on survival methods that may be helpful and to prevent them from doing physical labor. And the settlement began to grow.
A main house was patched up, the holes in the walls repaired with scraps taken from other collapsed houses. Makeshift beds were created for everyone in the settlement– Preston decided they wanted everyone sleeping in one area, though an uncomfortable squeeze, until proper defenses were set up and everyone had grown accustomed to the area. Sturges made Mama Murphy a designated chair that found its place on the porch of said community house to keep an eye on everything. Crops began sprouting behind the community house, the promise for a future.
All of the food and supplies from the bunker were moved into Sole’s house, something that Preston had insisted on principle despite Sole’s indifference. The plan was for Sole to move out of their old house once they were well and to join everyone else in the community house. Sole’s house would be repaired and turned into a medical building, somewhere for Curie to have a designated space to run her tests and experiments and heal the sick and wounded. Sole could think of no better legacy for their old home than something adjacent to a hospital or clinic.
Curie had made her return to the settlement just before Preston and Sole discussed burying those left in the Vault. She had been the one to check out their bodies, to confirm there was no hope in saving them like there had been with Sole, and Sole was sure she’d collected samples and other material to study what had happened, but Sole didn’t ask. They didn’t particularly want to think about it.
In fact, they spent every waking minute fighting thoughts about anything pre-war. Maybe they were settling into the denial stage of grief and making that their new home, but they tried not to think about that much, either. Somewhere along the way they had convinced themself that it would be easier to simply throw themself into this new way of life, after the bombs, and lingering on what they had left behind would only start a destructive spiral. Preston made his disapproval known, but didn’t push, and neither did Sturges, who was far more understanding.
Rolling out of bed one morning, Sole grasped their crutches and began awkwardly shoving themself into a coat that Preston had scrounged up for them. None of their clothes had survived, of course, though Sole was a little disappointed about that. Jun had been kind enough to give their vault suit a little scrub in the river and returned it to them with his and Marcy’s regards. They knew Marcy had in fact not sent her regards, but it was a kind gesture, regardless. For now, the vault suit, the coat, and the black ballcap that had been pulled out of the bunker and also washed in the river were the entirety of Sole’s wardrobe.
Sole had gotten the hang of the little swing that got them momentum on their crutches, and once they had shut the door behind them, they began swinging towards the entrance to Sanctuary. They had started joining Preston on his patrols for the sake of having something to do without him checking on them every two minutes, worrying about if they were doing too much.
Preston spotted them as soon as they rounded the collapsed house that was on their way and greeted them with a raised hand and a smile that matched the rising sun. They gave a tiny wave in return, more focused on keeping their balance, and made their way over as quickly and reliably as they could. “Mornin’! Good to see you’re getting faster on those things.”
Sole laughed. “Tell me about it. I can’t wait till I’m back on my feet and can actually help out properly around here.”
“Hey, don’t you worry about that, you’re helping out plenty. Speaking of, I thought about what you said, about setting up Sturge’s auto-turret by the bridge– it seems like the obvious choice, but I’m kind of worried about the hill coming down from the Vault, too. A smart tactician would scale the hill on the other side and approach from that way.”
Sole thought about this for a moment. “Well, no one really knows we’re up here yet, right? So the first time we get approached it’s gonna be from the front, from the main road leading up from Concord. As long as we keep an eye out and make sure no one’s looking in on us without approaching, we should be okay until word gets out that we’re here. That’s when we’ll have to worry about getting snuck up on.”
“Yeah, you’ve got a point. Man, what did you do before the war? How do you think of this stuff? I didn’t think you had to worry much about stuff like this before.”
Sole laughed again, though it was dry this time. “I was sort of an unofficial detective. Going after shitty people in any time period will make you paranoid enough to worry about these things.”
The pair began walking, starting their patrol by the riverbank. “Oh, damn. Sounds like an intense job if that wasn’t the norm back then. You catch anyone?”
Sole stared. They stared out at the river and watched it bubble and creep down its little path towards the other end of the neighborhood and then they closed their eyes and tried their best to focus on the feeling of the sun warming their skin, for fear of that biting cold coming back. “Yeah. My first big case, we ended up catching the guy. Got in the newspapers and everything.”
“Wow. Once a badass, always a badass, I guess.” Preston grinned.
“Hm. Not sure if I feel like a badass.”
“Are you kidding me? You caught the guy, got cryogenically frozen, survived a nuclear war and the plethora of crap the freeze gave you and crawled back home, and kicked frostbite and everything else’s ass, and then saved a group of people from starving. That’s pretty badass in my book.”
Sole rolled their eyes, but couldn’t fight the smile that rose to their face. “Alright. I guess I am pretty badass.”
“That’s the spirit.”
Preston let the garbling river fill the silence as they approached the makeshift graveyard; Sole was sure he made his patrols cut by it intentionally, so they couldn’t stay in denial forever. He was quite tactical in the way he cared, and Sole could appreciate that even if they didn’t appreciate being pulled back to everything that had happened. “Y’know, we still have detectives?”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. I mean, one. We have one detective. I’ve mentioned Diamond City before, I think. Biggest settlement in the Commonwealth at the moment– you’ll go there eventually, at the very least once. His agency is there and he tries to help people out. He’s a good man, always trying to do the right thing. Even though people aren’t always kind enough to do the same for him.”
Sole looked down at the empty grave nearby and felt as if it were looking back at them. They swallowed. “It’s– uh,” They cleared their throat as their voice cracked, “good to know people like that are still around. The world needs people like… like him.”
“Yeah, we’re pretty lucky. You should talk to him at some point, I think you two would have a lot in common. Hell, you might even end up a detective again.” Preston laughed and Sole swallowed again, hard, averting their eyes from the grave and staring up at the sky.
“No, uh. I think those days are over for me. Had my fill of detectives.”
“Hey, are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m alright Preston. Why don’t we go take a look at where you’re gonna want that turret? I can help Sturges set it up.”
#back to eden#fallout 4 fanfiction#gender neutral sole survivor#nick valentine#preston garvey#sturges#curie#mama murphy#jun long#marcy long#hurt comfort#slow burn#angst with a happy ending
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Ranking the Survivors of The Quincy Massacre. My beautiful husband, Preston.
My beautiful husband, Preston Garvey is always my number one.
Marcy Long. She's a crooked, mean bitch and for that she is admirable.
Jun Long. Pleasant. Depressive. I convinced him to wear a beautiful green dress and he did not argue against it.
Sturges. I do not trust Sturges. He's fond of the Fancy Lad Snack Cake and I believe he is trying to use his sultry cowboy voice to seduce my husband. Went on a rant on the Slocum's Joe Twitter.
Mama Murphy is a cruel bitch and a liar. She says that sees the future, but she's a drug-addled moron who spends most days sitting inside while others tend to the Slocum's Joe and the Slocum's Farms.
#fallout 4#character rp#preston simping#preston garvey#mama murphy#fallout Sturges#Jun Long#Marcy Long#slocum's joe
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What is this? A crossover episode???
#this took so long help#the owl house#eda clawthorne#luz noceda#hunter toh#hunter noceda#amity blight#gravity falls#stanley pines#dipper pines#mabel pines#pacifica northwest#amphibia#hop pop plantar#sprig plantar#anne boonchuy#sasha waybright#marcy wu
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Marcy : Can you come manage the situation???
Preston : No
Marcy : But it's your job!
Preston : Ask Nora
Marcy : Why?
Preston : Because my boots are glued to the platform...
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beta sasharcy for the soul
#love marcy’s beta design so much it nearly kills me#amphibia#marcy wu#sasha waybright#i know i’m one of few but love love love long hair mars#my art
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