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believerindaydreams · 4 years ago

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@mitsybubbles hey I dunno if you'll like this fic so I'll just. Go ahead and post it? Bit of Point Lookout, bit of your OCs, lots of Arcade.

"Find my daughter," the woman before him is saying. "Please."

It is, Arcade reflects, way too early for this, especially on a coast that doesn't even enjoy campfire coffee. "Okay."

Sylvia- it was Sylvia, wasn't it?- blinks. "That was...easy. Followers of the Apocalypse are even more soft hearted than I heard."

"Comes with the reinforced lab coats." He casts a nervous look over his shoulder, to see if Doctor Li can see him dawdling here. As the best (sole) pure researcher on stimpaks he'd been the obvious exchange when the cross- continental mag-train had been triumphantly unearthed by Mr House's Securitron- and if he'd known then what he knows now, nothing could have enticed him to visit DC. Slavery isn't a new-fangled ideology trying to establish a toe hold, it's a way of life. Merc companies roam freely.

And then there's the Enclave.

"I would go myself, but it's only the one boat allowed to go there, and the pilot says couriers are considered unlucky at Point Lookout." Sylvia's voice is tinged with sarcasm now. "While bringing a child on an ocean trip was perfectly fine, apparently."

"Believe me," Arcade says, offering the woman a stolen hydrophonic apple. "I'm glad to help."

Half a day later, he's on a boat to Maryland and out of a job at Rivet City.

Honestly, it's something of a relief.

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"She was an interesting lass, this Miranda. Curious as a coon. Curiouser."

"But she didn't tell you where she might be going?"

Tobar, the pilot, winks at him. "To find buried treasure and the secrets of Calvert Mansion! A real fortune seeker, that one. I remember when I was her age..."

Arcade nods, looks at the rapidly approaching boardwalk. The sight stirs up something a bit old world blues- it's wide and in good repair still, the skill of two hundred years back thrown away almost carelessly on frivolity. Shuttered carnival booths, faded advertisements for novelties not made this century, a headless horse gently wobbling on springs in the sharp ocean wind.

He imagines what it would look like, busy as Freeside on a market day, and it fills him with a certain desolation.

Tobar waves him off; Arcade cautiously ventures on land, uncertain for a while until his body reorients to dry land. The maze of broken machinery and shuttered booths isn't helping, too much repetition, but he knows where he's going at least. So far this way, a turn up here, and then a friendly merchant and an old motel just beyond...

maybe they'll be people living there, like Daisy in Novac. He smiles fondly, thinking of her-

and then has cause to be glad of her for entirely different reasons, when hard-taught instinct makes him spin round suddenly, brace his back against the safety of a wall. One, two- at least three smugglers, clad in combat armor and armed for bear. He must look like easy prey.

He isn't, but even the matter modulator he salvaged at Repconn can't punch through three targets at once; the slash of a well-honed combat knife has cut through the patch on his shoulder before the fight's over, his opponents reduced to plasma ash. Stimpaks are costly but they're good battlefield medicine, when there isn't any knowing how long it'll be before decent rest and recuperation.

He runs, fast and loping, one time his awkward height feels like an advantage and not a demerit. Somehow he's still holding on to his precious doctor's bag, full of valuable tools to patch himself up once he dares stop a moment- and a thank you to Orion Moreno for battlefield drill if nothing else-

and then the booths are gone, as suddenly as that, he's running north into the woods and growing twilight.

When the ground starts softening under his boots, squishy and uneven, he finally lets himself slow. They wouldn't try chasing him here at night. No one would want to.

No one includes him, unfortunately. If that motel isn't around here he's in trouble.

Arcade keeps walking, long enough to realise he really is in trouble, that the marsh is turning to stagnant ponds and the moon is rising. Nothing looks manmade, not even the bare bones comfort of ruined walls. Can't rest here.

The sudden call of human voices cuts through the foetid air, bringing cautious relief in its wake. Sneaking isn't really his style, but he approaches cautiously, wary of another raider gang.

They're not; they're just people. Huge, slightly misshapen people, but people.

Huge, slightly misshapen people who drink moonshine that registers in triple digits, by the smell. Less than ideal, but okay.

"Uh, hi," Arcade says, stepping into the clearing. "My name's Arcade Gannon, if you could direct me-"

"You'll be good eatin'," the closest one remarks; and pulls out a remarkably large knife to supplement the statement.

He doesn't wait around to hear the rest. Just runs.

Best he can, at least- there's more of them and they know this land, and he's too wrung out to keep up much speed any more. A wavering route saves him from the cracks of a distant shotgun but it's too much, he can't keep up like this forever-

light in the distance, not moon or marsh gas but just the simple, homely glow of fission battery lamps, and Arcade redoubles his speed for it. If he can keep ahead, force himself through that much more speed-

the light grows and reveals a window, a house. Arcade rattles the glass, hard as he dares. "Help? Help!"

When the door opens to reveal a figure with a heavy pitch fork in hand, he almost gives up and passes out then and there.

"Now look," the figure says. "I'm not afraid of you or anyone-"

"-yes, but I'm afraid of them," Arcade says, waving at his pursuers. There's a bit of him that wants to apologize for interrupting but it's for a good cause.

"Oooh...I see. You might want to get inside."

Arcade doesn't quite see how one figure with a pitch fork will hold them all off, but he's not conscious long enough to worry about it.

#fallout new vegas #fallout 3

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ephemeral-astra · 4 years ago

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Canon Muse Masterpost

(Also willing to play other characters at various times. Not always willing to play everyone on the list. I appreciate your understanding.)

Update: Very selective as to which muses I’m using right now! A lot’s going on so my muse is very limited. Thanks! Please feel free to send something toward an OC:)

Fallout:

Sole Survivor (OC, Victoria Holloway)

Courier (OC, Jericho Rose)

Nick Valentine

Curie

Hancock

Brian Virgil

Shaun

Dr. Dala

Arcade Gannon

Raul Tejada

Lily

Tabitha

Disney/KH:

Xigbar

Vexen

Xaldin

Luxord

Saïx

Demyx

Zexion

Gantu

Pleakley

Jumba Jookiba

Grand Councilwoman

Captain Amelia

Jim Hawkins

Dr. Doppler

John Silver

Scroop

Dr. Facilier

Princess Tiana

Kida

Milo Thatch

Mole

Captain Hook

Hades

Fable:

Reaver

Garth

Sparrow

9(the movie lol this isn’t random numbers)

Naruto:

Deidara

Sasori

Haku

Hidan

Kakuzu

Kidomaru

Kimimaro

Tayuya

Sakon & Ukon

Repo!:

Graverobber

Blind Mag

Pavi

Luigi

Nathan

DBZ:

The Ginyu Force

Frieza

Zarbon

Lenore The Cute Little Dead Girl:

Lenore

Raggamuffin

Taxidermy

Mr. Gosh

Pokemon:

Maxie

Steven Stone

Wally

Faba

Alien:

Ripley

David

Elizabeth Shaw

Dr. Paul Church

Danganronpa:

Celestia Ludenburg

Korekiyo Shinguji

Ibuki Mioda

Sakura Oogamj

Chihiro Fujisaki

Kiibo

(I could muse virtually anyone)

Misc:

Hal 9000 (Android AU and AI) (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Stocking Anarchy (PASWG)

Nyarlathotep (Lovecraft)

Morgan Yu (Prey)

Matt Miller (Saints Row)

Cicero (Skyrim)

#Disney rp #canon muse #kingdom hearts rp #naruto rp #khrp #KH rp #my muses #muses #muse list #canon muses #male muse #female muse #fallout RP #RP #non selective #multifandom rp #multifandom account #multi fandom blog #Danganronpa RP

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nukaworld · 7 years ago

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u wanna be salty? ill give u salty. 3,4,6,12,14,23,26

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Yes, and while I am Salty when I see people hate on my fave characters, I unfollow people that don’t hate the same things I hate, as stupid as they can be. (not mutuals or like long term mutuals or friends)

4. Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?*

I don’t know honestly, I am neutral to most ships, I haven’t seen anything that’s like strong enough for me to develop it into a NoTP.

6. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*

Not a pairing but I did get around to try and have some interest in the Legion as villains instead of me having a kneejerk reaction before where I just unfollowed everyone that liked them and talked how people that like the Legion are assholes and then I kinda realized I Am Wrong and I changed and learned that it’s still a video game and people can explore villains. Mostly cause I love my friends a lot and I wasn’t gonna put fictional discourse over them.

12. Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

I particularly don’t think there is one about Fallout. Maybe fandom is not that into Far Harbor because it’s a ridiculously expensive DLC, but yeah Far Harbor is maybe my favourite bit of Fallout 4. This happens to me more often in TES fandom because my favourite arc is The Clockwork City DLC and sadly most of the fandom hates it.

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

I think fandom is pretty chill when you ignore the alt right side of it, but I think fandom needs to push them away from our content more and make it safer for minorities, and this shouldn’t even be an unpopular opinion.

23. Unpopular character you love?

Ugh I think it’s Gloria Van Graff from New Vegas. I actually like her more than Cass. She is kinda mean yeah and villainous but she is more interesting to me as a character and I do choose Cass over her but I never actually kill her or her group and just never approach their shop ever. Second best is Longfellow! I don’t know why he isn’t popular, he is a good funny old bastard with a good heart who canonically adopts you. Here I didn’t include characters like Benny, Mags Black, Faraday and DiMA because I actually think they are all pretty well loved in this fandom and aren’t unpopular even if a lot of people also dislike them.

26. Most shippable character?

Ulysses. I know it’s a bit surprising but he is the only character that a lot of people ship their courier with and also all agree on treating him right but not letting him off the hook for you know almost blowing us all up. I respect the love that Ulysses shippers have for him and for each other (and each other’s OCs) and that’s my favourite thing in fandom. Sorry Fallout 4 companions, but Ulysses is the most shippable character.

#come to think of it #this would've been much more fun if i answered about tesblr #divaythfyr

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donaldresslerfanfic · 5 years ago

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Not so unconventional methods.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 2977

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Sixty-Two.

Chapter Index

Story on Wattpad

Maggie.

In the beginning, I figured I had some time to work some angle on this fixer guy, but the fixer wasn't waiting on anyone or anything. It wasn't long until Don came back home with a long face and not in the mood to talk to me. I didn't push because I knew he was going through a lot.

I was still working at the firm and I wouldn't be long until I had to start working from home. I knew I also wouldn't be long until I had to move my whole office to set up the nursery for my little one. Also also, I knew it wouldn't be long until I had to start sleeping in the guest room, since the stairs were definitely starting to become a problem. Once I was in the first floor I didn't wanted to go down, and the same thing happened when I was downstairs.

Don couldn't escape from speaking to me for too long, given that we slept in the same bed. Don quietly reached in to rub my belly when I laid next to him. I placed my hand over his and gave him a look.

"Tough day?" He replied with a sigh and rubbed from side to side.

"Crooked cop cases mess me up. And you know what's worst? I can't even be mad about it without feeling like a god damn hypocrite"

"Hypocrite?"

"He called me today. Asked me to take a car full of bodies out of impound"

I sighed and rubbed his hand.

"I'm a crooked cop Mags"

"You're not a crooked cop Donald. You made a mistake, and you handled it best you could. He is taking advantage of that, that's the kind of things people like him do. It's not your fault to have fallen into his world."

He wasn't happy with my answer, instead he just quietly murmured a goodnight at me and turned around. I did the same but ended up falling asleep before him, but not after I felt him shuffle under the covers and his arm creep to my side, wrapping me to his embrace.

I knew then I had to act quickly. It didn't took me long to make a couple of phone calls and have something set up by the end of that week, knowing that Don could be contacted again by the fixer.

I knew the lawyer firm building left to right and sideways, I knew the people who worked there, I knew the clients, I knew the cases they usually took, specially the cases he usually took: impossible ones. I bet everyone thought he just has a silver tongue and could work out every case he took, but I knew the truth, he worked with people's fears, their necessity to work out a problem, he was deceptive, a liar, a cold bastard.

He couldn't keep his blackmailing files anywhere near his home, that would somehow implicate his family, and he knew that if anything happened and the policy needed to check out the files he had at the office, they would need a warrant, which would give him time to get rid of them as fast as he could.

The safe in which he had the files hidden in the false back wall of the only bookcase in his office was a standard safe with a combination lock, though it was extremely thick and was definitely costume made. It didn't take long for the lock to be twisted a couple of times and the safe to be opened.

A quick scan of the files produced Don's file, and everything this fixer guy had on him was apparently all here, even the locations where the material evidence had been taken for storage.

The door of the office opened, and he frowned when he saw that his privacy had been violated. He was about to start talking but the guards on the side off the doors quickly disposed him of his briefcase and his phone, which was on his hand. They began to search him for weapons when he spoke.

"Whoever you're working for, is done. I do not take threats like this, in my private practice, lightly."

I chuckled bitterly and the safe closed with a deaf thud.

"Funny you say that, given that all you do is interfere in people's private lives and practices and blackmail them"

The guards lead him to the desk in his office and turned the computer on.

"I'm an associate of Mr. Reddington, and he's not too pleased with you threatening his inside man in the FBI."

A heavy hand pressed on his shoulder and pushed him down on the chair.

"Donald Ressler, his files" his eyes moved to the gun that was now being pointed at him. I saw a little twist of fear in his eyes, but he remained stiff and cold. "I want them all in this flashdrive." The little piece of equipment landed next to the keyboard "and deleted after that."

"What makes you think I'm just going to do what you say?" He said with a smug twist of his eyebrows.

His eyes moved to a little photo I produced in front of him, and I saw his brow and mouth twist in both rage and a little bit of desperation.

"You don't want to find out what will happen in you don't."

The picture fell to his keyboard, showing both of his children playing in a park, without a care in the world. I'd also seen to take the picture of them with their school uniforms, to further prove to him that I knew all I had to know about them.

Reluctantly, his fingers moved a few times on the keyboard. After plugging the drive on the side he made a few taps on his mouse and looked away from the computer.

"Don't take me for a fool, I know that all of this is not it. I know you have back up files some here, so" the barrel of the gun moved closer to him, landing on his cheek "don't test me. Don't try anything stupid and most definitely do not contact Agent Ressler again."

The files finished and one of the guards unplugged the device.

"Oh, and" my eyes landed on him again before I left the despatch "everyone is still at home because there's a gas leak so, enjoy your day off Mr. Prescott, or Whitehall, or Chambers or whatever name you're calling yourself these days"

I saw him tighten his jaw all the way from his office desk where he was still sitting. Then the view of him disappeared.

I took the headpiece I was wearing, looked at my side to the driver and told him to go.

Obviously, I was nowhere near Prescott, his practice, or even DC. Natasha, Raymond's contact, was the one conducting the info extraction, she was willing to be the face of the operation while I lead it miles away from there, I spoke what I wanted her to speak, and she took what I wanted her to take. The files where going to be delivered at my house tonight after going through a series of couriers to prevent them from behind traced back to me, and I had to drop the money off in a dry cleaning shop downtown.

Currently, I was in New York, working out some things from the casino and in various meetings my boss couldn't be in.

I'd made sure everything was as clean and as impersonal as it could. He wasn't going to be able to track me down since he didn't know me, and Raymond didn't mind taking the blame for a little lawyer extortion.

I got out of the an and looked at the driver from the driver's side window.

"Torch it, and thanks Pete" he gave me a little wave and drove off, leaving me in an alley way just one block away from downtown NY.

I really needed to stop using heels.

Ressler.

Somehow, returning home after a long day wasn't as comforting as I'd hoped. The fact that Mags was not here bummed me out. I'd gotten so used to life with her, but she had her job and I had mine, though I would give everything to be in New York with her now.

Not only it wasn't comforting because she wasn't here, but because of the fact that we now shared a problem, and it wasn't a minor one. Before it was like we'd compartmentalized our lives, she had her own issues and I sometimes helped her, and I had my own, and that's all they were, my own issues that I had to figure out by myself. It wasn't because I didn't trust her enough to tell her what was happening, but letting her in on my stuff was bound to put her in danger.

I exited the car after parking in the driveway and made the little walk up the path to the front door.

"Excuse me" I turned around and met a young guy, taking out his headphones and looking down at a chart "I have a package for Margaret Waters?"

I frowned, and looked at the bag he had hanging from his shoulder.

"She's on a business trip, but I'll sign it for her" I motioned at the chart and he handed it to me. Whilst I signed he roamed through his bag and produced a big envelope. I handed everything back to him and took the package.

He turned around wishing me a good day, but I'd busied myself with getting into the house and looking at the sender information. This thing had traveled a lot. I was about to open it but I remembered a little conversation we'd had when I opened one of her letters, it was junk mail but she'd told me that was a federal offense, and I could go to jail for that. She'd obviously been joking, but this didn't look like junk mail.

I took out my cellphone and wrote her a quick message.

"You've got a package here"

It didn't take long for her to reply.

"Oh really?" That could have been a simple question if she hadn't added a little smirk emoji at the end, which made me chuckle and shake my head. She was going to be the death of me.

"An actual package" then I snapped a picture for her.

"That's for you" another wink emoji "you're welcome"

I left the phone on the table and took off my jacket before openning the thing.

I frowned when I saw my name in an etiquette in the side of a folder, and when I opened the folder, I had to drop it on the table as if it were burning my hands.

There were picture of me in Hitchin's house. I sprawled them around and saw all of them, they were all incriminating me of her murder.

It hit me a little late, these were the things that Prescott had on me. Looking though the other files there were names of compounds that had been used to clean up my fingerprints and the places they'd cleaned them from. At the end was a little USB stick taped to the folder. I took it and quickly plugged it in to my computer, watching the videos of my hitting Hitchin in the face, her falling back and hitting her head on the counter.

I felt nauseous, and there was a pressure on my chest and I didn't know why.

I looked back at the file and quickly took my phone. I dialed Mags, but it went to voicemail.

I strongly hated being so far away from her, even if it was just a little state away. I was about to dial again when I got a message.

"I'm in a meeting, we'll talk later"

I cursed under my breath and threw the phone on the table.

How in the hell had she gotten this, that was my burning question.

I paced the house a few times, then took the files and took them upstairs to one of the safes until I could figure out what to do with them, if I should burn them or hide them.

I began to worry sick about the repercussions of this, is Prescott had seen Maggie it will take him hours until he could find out everything about her, make the obvious connection with me, then head out and do something to her. Not being with her was actually making my stomach turn.

I waited long hours for her to call me, and I couldn't believe a meeting would last until three or four am.

I was about to head up to the bedroom to lay down and hopefully get some shut eye when my phone vibrated, I looked down at the screen and say a voice message from Mags.

"Hey love, I wasn't sure if you'd be up or not so I decided not to call you. We finished quite late and then I kept doing some things in the hotel room and well, now it's super late. I'm flying back in a few hours I think the flight is at 7:30 so I have to pack and head to the airport in a bit. If you get this in time I think I'll arrive by 8:30 ish, let me know if you can pick me up or I'll take a cab home. Love you"

She sounded tired, and by the looks of it she wasn't getting much sleep now. I quickly texted her that I would be picking her up and continued my walk upstairs, laying down to rest a little bit more at ease.

Four hours later I was in the airport, near the arrivals gate. I hadn't been called in yet thankfully, so I had a few hours to spend with Mags, though I think she will not be in the mood for socializing.

The arrival had been announced over the intercom and I waited on the side of the gate, watching how other families reunited in a sweet embraced and teary eyes. It was a lovely sigh, and I couldn't stop myself from thinking how the situation would be in a few long years. Hopefully I could go and pick up my kids from the airport when they came back from their foreign adventures. Most of the times I was in the airport there was usually no one waiting for me at the gate.

I saw Mags exit after a few people, how eyes were looking down at her phone. She lifted them to a guy who spoke to her, and she made a quick motion with her hand and gave him a smile. I saw her lips move to say she would see him tomorrow, he walked away after giving her a kiss on the cheek, that got me moving towards her.

She paced her eyes around, giving me a big smile when she saw me. She pulled her arms up, locking them on my neck when I embraced her, my own wrapping around her waist. We kissed slowly, longingly, enjoying the contact of each other's lips. Sometimes everything was so hectic between us that we forgot to enjoy little things like a kiss.

Her hands pressed themselves to my cheeks as she pulled back.

"Hi love" she smiled against my lips and pecked them again.

"How was your trip?"

I bent down slightly next to her and picked up her carry on. She just made a grunt and hooked her arm on mine.

"I don't think I will be doing anymore of those for a while. They're getting exhausting."

We made it back to the car and as soon as Mags sat down and buckled her seatbelt she sighed.

"Can we go to breakfast? I'm super hungry"

I nodded and started the car. On the way there, I gave her a quick glance.

"The files, how did you get them?"

She'd busied with her phone again, but I saw her frown as she put it down.

"I paid someone to get them for me"

"Who? I need to know everything about this Mags, I need to cover for us"

"There's nothing to cover. I never saw her, she didn't saw me, she identified herself as one of Raymond's associates, and the files went through so many hands it got lost in the system, even if they identify the receipt signature as yours they'll never be able to really prove what the contents of the package was."

"And what about Prescott?"

"He'll go after Raymond" she dismissed.

I parked in a diner and we headed into the building. I would've taken her for coffee but I though she would want something more fulfilling.

"So, lets turn that frown upside down agent Ressler" she poked at my forehead once we were sitting one next to another in a booth. "I don't mean to sound self absorbed but I want your whole attention on me. Us" she corrected quickly. She took the menu in front of her and eyed it quickly "my sister wants the gender reveal on Saturday" she looked at me quickly, leaving the menu down.

One of the waiters had approached us, pouring coffee in my cup and motioning at Mags with the pot, she shook her head and began to tell her what she wanted for breakfast. The biggest plot twist of 2017 was Maggie craving salty things instead of her usual sweet ones. She asked for scrambled eggs and bacon with orange juice and a cup of tea.

"You're gonna be there" she didn't really ask that, she just glanced at me "right?"

"Of course I'll be there love" I wrapped my arm around her waist. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

#the blacklist #fanfic #donald ressler #donald ressler x oc

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sheparrrds · 7 years ago

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sometimes i rly want to ship my courier w veronica bc i love veronica but

she’s so sweet and good and my courier..... is not..........

#mags is just a dumpster fire and veronica is an angel #plus i like to pretend u can bring christine back from the sierra madre so #veronica deserves her true love #oc: courier mags

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lady-starkiller · 2 years ago

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courier six: you hear they blew up the chicken man in philly last night?

arcade: the who man?

#he does not know the chicken man rdj pose #fallout #new vegas #oc: courier six #she quotes song lyrics at arcade #to be annoying etc #half the time arcade thinks she's being serious #and then he gets peeved #and mags gets kicked out of arcade's followers tents #meet me tonight in atlantic city~*~#mags sings anything from 'nebraska'#and the vibe in freeside? it hurts lads #looking up the song history now #and this was like a real dude #I thought bruce was just vibing #but ok son

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lady-starkiller · 2 years ago

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courier six, busking for caps in freeside: well john henryyyyyy was a little babyyyyy sittin’ on his daddyyyyy’s knee

arcade: 🧍🏼‍♂️

#oc: courier six #arcade #fallout #new vegas #he is just standing there #rip arcade bc in my heart of hearts he has NO musical talent #six carries for caps #arcade carries for blasting everything in sight with his plasma defender #listening to bruce's cover of 'john henry' rn bc it fucks severely #the king: little lady you are a swinging thing #mags: ok!#mags and the kings are like...they click immediately #she is their girl!!!

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nukaworld · 7 years ago

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u may have already gotten this buuut fallout for the ask thing :o

I will do this for the Fallout fandom in general so all games I’ve played. Which is 4 and New Vegas

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: Honestly since there are two games is a strong tie between Preston, Ulysses and Benny.

Least Favorite character: That would be Lanius. Like I really can’t stand looking at him sorry to everyone that might read this, it’s nothing personal.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Christine/Veronica (canonical) DiMA/Faraday (canonical), Chase/Glory (also canonical I don’t wanna hear it), Benny/Swank (canonical if you don’t ship him with your courier so), Preston/Sturges (also canonical wow)

Character I find most attractive: Christine. She has a strange appeal to me. Also Chase, Glory and Mags from FO4 like I am gay in general just now more intensely so.

Character I would marry: Oh man um all of the girls above except Mags (cause she is evil) and I know I am a lesbian but I’d marry Preston. What come on I can do that?

Character I would be best friends with: Preston! Also Yes Man and most likely Swank!

a random thought: I should play FO3 and the original Fallouts.

An unpopular opinion: FO4 is not that bad and it can be quite fun and enjoyable and it has nice moments, especially if you sit down and mess around with the story, fixing the gaps in plot and character development and it can make for a nice story if you fix it. At least it did in my case.

my canon OTP: Veronica/Christine and DiMA/Faraday

Non-canon OTP: Chase/Glory (it’s canon in my heart where it matters)

most badass character: Ulysses!

pairing I am not a fan of: Lanius/literally any woman also X6/literally any sole (not non-sole ocs)

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): everyone from Fallout 4, I am pretty sure Benny from New Vegas since as your antagonist I was hoping he would have a more satisfying ending, otherwise I can nitpick every char from New Vegas but overall they are great given the time limits - unlike Fallout 4.....

favourite friendship: Ulysses and Christine!

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: I can make a list of all the chars I want to be my dads but I am pretty sure everyone following me knows already, so yeah ALL of those....are my dads

#thank you!#Ask #grraveryl

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babyprime · 7 years ago

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Fallout !!!! For the ask meme

*longest ye boi ever*

Favorite character: im gonna have to go for ONE per game that ive played cause otherwise id just die probably? butch deloria, john hancock, and ten of spades. My Fuckening Boys.

Least Favorite character: i just do not goddamn care for that vulpes guy. i just dont fucking like him! everyone apparently thinks hes SO HOT but he annoys the shit out of me for some reason. ivehadenoughofthisdude.jpg i also feel this way abt maxson but i think they have something in common! ppl wanna fuck both of em for some reason so im constantly hearing about em to the point where its like Shut The Up

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): ive got like so many? butch/m!lone wanderer, nick/hancock, preston/hancock (which im convinced im the ONLY person on this earth to ship), m!courier/arcade, m!courier/ten of spades

Character I find most attractive: Daddy Valentine. and marcus. and preston. and hancock.

Character I would marry: preston garvey is the most marriage material in this franchise or any other

Character I would be best friends with: anyone who would let me make AWFUL kink jokes as my friends do and i feel in my heart that person would be deacon

A random thought: the first time i saw a feral ghoul in fo4 i literally got so scared i cried. like the graphics were TOO good and i wasnt expecting them to just GET UP like that even tho i knew they go dormant but it just startled me into tears. honestly my first feral encounter in any playthrough makes me jump but i just Did Not Like That

An unpopular opinion: i think its super unfair that the lone wanderer gets shit on if they dont willingly fucking die because theyre literally like 19 when a bunch of grown ass adults expect them to walk into a chamber of radiation for The Good Of The Capital or whatever. idk im not saying its not brave or noble or anything for them to do it but i didnt think it was fair for the ending narration to drag the hell out of them for getting scared and not being able to go through with it. i mean in general i dont think pretty much anything that happened regarding the lone wanderer was fair because their DAD started all that shit and they didnt ask to be born. they were raised in a fucking vault, they dont know shit about the wasteland and theyre like 21 at MOST at the end according to the canon timeline and everyones like “do this dangerous thing for us you actual goddamn teenager! we’re like 40 and lived here our whole lives but you can do it right!” and im sitting here like wtf i just left high school and if thats not a metaphor for real life idk what is

My canon OTP: technically me and preston garvey lmao

Non-canon OTP: please let m!lone wanderer and butch kiss im actually,,,, begging,,,,,,,, but also nick/hancock

Most badass character: well for 4 the obvious answer is hancock but as a companion i have to say preston fucking garvey and his god gun because regardless of what canon would imply as a COMPANION prestons never gotten hurt and sometimes ends up finishing fights before i even get there and hancock is a feeble old man with glass bones that needs 3 stimpacks an hour. in new vegas its like. boone TECHNICALLY but surprisingly arcade gannon is like lo key a goddamn beast bc u expect that shit from craig Eats Nails And Never Sleeps Or Smiles sniper copypasta come to life boone but when dr nerd takes out 3 raiders on his own before u even see them its like oh goddamn. but also grandpa bacon terrifies the absolute shit out of me. im not gonna fight him. he got set on fire thrown off a cliff and hes like 70 and i KNOW he could still destroy my whole ass if i got him mad so im not gonna try. idk what that man is made of but im p sure its 50% rage 50% jesus and i just dont want any part of it thanks

Pairing I am not a fan of: i dont like!! any pairing involving the legion! or maxson! im just tired of seeing them and i want them blacklisted from my life! but i also dont like m/f just in general as a personal pref, but esp with like…. legion/f!courier and shit. its got uncomfortable undertones. i dont like m/f!wanderer or m/f!courier or even m/f!sole when its an unnamed player character/intended self insert bc it makes me Dysphoric and feel skeeved out. but ill make an exception for garvey/f!sole if its my sole oc mags

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): theres so many characters that should have gotten more development but im p annoyed at how they like. HINT at pres stuff and then because of todd howard they dont go anywhere with it. im not exactly happy with in general how you dont rly get to talk to your companions that much. and then aside from that these games in general are notorious for giving u REALLY GOOD npcs that u can have 1 conversation with and then its like “ok now fuck off”. like ten of spades, bitter root, and jimmy in westside? like give them!! a sidequest or smthn!!! you cant just make me love a char and tell me to piss off!!!

Favourite friendship: betsy + ten and m!courier + veronica are wlw/mlm solidarity

#long post /#a very long post im sorry i love these games #ghastholes

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