#secondhands fallout ocs

[secondhand-lions]

ok i WAS gonna announce this with a doodle but i'm. so tired. anyway

nora + constantine have a band. nora's (electric)guitar + vocals, constantine's drums

[typosandtea]

@secondhand-lions The Captain (In minecraft)

BONUS tango hogging all of the diamonds

[nochi-quinn]

Fandom: Fallout 4 Relationship: Deacon/female Sole Survivor Rated: G Words: ~400 Prompt: embrace (kinktober alternate list)

She wanted the comfort, some moment where she didn't have to be a General or a Fixer or a survivor. She just wanted to be a grieving widow and a worried mother. Just for a moment.

[neocities] [AO3]

[juniperberries-canisroot]

404: DragonBorn Not Found

My first time playing Skyrim wasn't on the Switch, which is what I play exclusively on. One day I will get a PC ;-;

My first time was actually on an Xbox. I don't know what gen, it was old and second hand. Sis and I split the cost so I only paid 7$. Not sure if it came with Skyrim or I bought a secondhand Skyrim while at the GameStop cause I heard it was an open world fantasy game, and I love open world fantasy. I pretty much knew nothing about the game or the Elder Scrolls series as a whole.

Anyway I start it up one day and make a Dark Elf character cause I heard there was dragons in the game. I knew the main focus of the game was about dragons, and Dark Elves are natrually resistant to fire, so I thought that would help (I mean technically it does but I didn't know some dragons would breathe frost later on).

I get stuck somewhere in the opening scene where the mages are shooting fireballs at Alduin. I remember thinking to myself 'you idiots, he breathes fire, you can't hurt him with your fireballs'. I'm lost at this point (I'm extremely directionally challenged) and resort to letting myself get killed so I can start over, ish.

I get killed and teleport back somewhere and eventually make it out of Helgen and to RiverWood. I talk to the locals, get quests, make friends with Faendal and get some arrows and a bow. Since I only had two major quests, BleakFalls and go to WhiteRun, I figured the game must want me to go to BleakFalls.

I remember getting horribly lost while tryin to go there and trying to hunt deer in the nearby woods for food. I was really bad at hunting and archery.

I don't remember if I ever made it to the end of Bleak Falls and I don't think I ever made it to WhiteRun. Somethin happened (that wasn't related to the Xbox or maybe the game being second hand) and I ended up losing all my data. Which wasn't alot, for Skyrim. I lost my data for Fallout: New Vegas and Halo. Idk which one. We had like 2 or 3 different ones. My dad, who put in waaaaay more hours into playing with the console, lost his Khajiit Skyrim character, his completed Fallout 3 game, one or two FarCry games that he really liked, his Halo data, basically the whole console got wiped. Our player profiles where no longer on the system.

The culprit? Sis's now ex BF tried to connect the old gen Xbox to the WiFi. Somethin clearly went horribly wrong and it caused all its data to be erased.

Since I've been playing for over a year and have become obsessed with the game, I've had this idea that I want to 'honour the lost' Dark Elf character I made before, thou I really don't know how. I guess I kinda did that with my main, CL, by making her a Dark Elf. But CL has become her own character now who was actually based on an OC by the same name, so she doesn't resemble '404'. That's the name I call the lost Dark Elf in reference to the error code 404: Not Found. I forgot her original name.

I kinda want to make a save and story where the joke is no one knows who the DragonBorn actually is. They know the DB is doing things, like killing dragons, bandit camps, ect... But no one ever really *knows*. She's like a phantom, no one knows her name, what she looks like, they just know some entity called the DragonBorn is going around and doing things. No one knows the elf, her name, most will say they've never seen her before and if she isn't standing within their eyesight, they will have no recollection of a female dark elf with black hair styled in a Mohawk. She's a memory you just can't remember. The DragonBorn is a faceless entity, devoid of a phyical body. The most anyone was ever knows about them is what stories spread across the land spoken by those who have never met or seen them, and the remains of those fallen by their power.

[trickster-whim]

My Bird Cube/Niao Fang Xuan Zang head got here a couple days back, and I'm so excited! As soon as I saw this head (I think on Dollection; that's where I ended up buying him), I was in love. One thing I love about bjds is the diversity of sculpts; if you want conventionally, magazine attractive, you can find a ton, but there are also a lot of less-common faces you can find, such as people with pretty realistic damage to their faces. I just gotta say, Xuan Zang is just stunningly beautiful.

Of course, just around the time I saw him, I was writing some of my hundreds of DA ocs, including one who has facial scars like this, and I am weak. So I snapped him up immediately to make into Gethon, ex-soldier and current tea-salesman, and waited very impatiently for him to ship.

I wish I had more free cash to get more of these heads because come on. I debated making him a Fallout ghoul because I have no end of ocs, but I already have a few Fallout bjds, and I like Gethon. I'm rambling.

I have a couple 1/3 bjd bodies, and the first one I tried was a 5stardoll Large Boy (I bought it secondhand on resin marketplace, and I don't remember all the deets lol). It's a bit too big, but I kinda like it, aesthetically. It does weigh a million tons though, so when I saw that there was a Doll in Mind Arno on eBay with papers, I bid on that. Currently, my Xuan Zang is mostly-painted (not super well...) on the DiM body, which looks too small because now I'm used to the 5SD. He's also wearing a cut-up Taeyang Cowardly Lion wig, but I don't have a lot of clothes in this size, so I'm going to have to make something. At some point.

I just love this sculpt <3

[softlyapocalytpic]

WITH EVEN MORE PASSION 🍁🌳☁️

Questionnaire

🍁 What's this oc's favorite genre of movies/tv shows/books/etc?

Mae is a Class A Nerd(TM), so when she was a kid/tween she consumed anything that was remotely sci fi. Specifically, she'd adore Fallout's equivalent of Star Trek and Star Wars (yes, both) and would've read all of Ray Bradbury and the sci fi classics. She has very very big opinions on sci fi as a genre and many many critiques. If the cut off date for more "modern" media is after Neuromancer was published she has FEELINGS on it, and if cyberpunk exists in the Fallout universe (which feels complicated) she'd... have really mixed feelings on it.

Aka, she is a #1 Capitalism hater, so she would definitely vibe with the critiques of capitalism, but has complicated feelings with how it treats Japanese culture and women and- listen cyberpunk (Neuromancer) has some messy origins lmao no matter how much I love it.

As a teen she definitely was into fringe music, and there's just no way you can convince me that some punk music didn't arrive in the Fallout world. Punk music is so inherently political that OF COURSE it'd exist in the pre-war hellscape and my little baby girl scientist was definitely going to shows and expressing her anger through the music she listened to. This isn't in the question, but it does feel relevant.

On other side of her media interests, she loves Noir fiction! It comes with the giant asterisks all her interests do because you best believe she's very critical of all media she consumes, but she just LOVES a good mystery. Hilariously, I don't think she ever got into the shroud. She's not a big "super hero" kind've person.

🌳 Does this oc collect anything?

Plants- first houseplants when all she could afford was an apartment and then plants for the garden when she could have one in Sanctuary. She would also build model kits- usually of space ships or robots. She also loves a pretty broach or hairpin! Once the events of Fallout 4 are over she ends up creating a huuuge public library that houses... a lot. Not just books!

☁️ What is this oc's clothing style like?

Sweaters, coats, scarves. Soft, simple, yet refined/professional. Her favorite "bright" colors to wear would be purples and an accent of deep red, otherwise she keeps to greys, whites, blacks, and browns. She likes to covered but comfortable. Prefers pants over dresses. Isn't a fan of boots. Loves a pair of gloves for both function and fashion. She prefers antique jewelry or pieces that were handcrafted in someway. Prefers to shop secondhand if she can.

So... comfortable and classy?

[chaosintheavenue]

Can you tell us about your OCs?

I sure can! As you've probably noticed, I have a lot of them, so I'll do an introduction to some of the main Fallout guys I've talked about here...

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The Main Three (plus in-game screenshots):

Tibbs- My Van Buren Prisoner. He turned to stealing to help his family out of a tight financial spot, but got caught and arrested, then he escapes from prison at the start of the VB plotline and that whole drama starts. Tries his hardest to be seen as an all-powerful amazing hero figure in the wasteland, but he's basically just a guy trying to make the best of a bad situation.

Charlie Sallow- My main New Vegas character, and my all-time oldest OC (I created her around 2011). She's not Courier Six, but she ends up doing a lot of the side quests that they usually would after the real Courier gets locked in the Sierra Madre vault. She ends up travelling to the Capital Wasteland and Commonwealth later on in her story. Likes to think of herself as good leadership material. Can be sarcastic and hot-headed at times. Very interested in pre- and post-war history. Also, as you might have guessed from her surname, her family situation is... interesting. She's the daughter of Sigrid (my Chosen One) and the one and only Edward Sallow...

This screenshot is a quick replica of her I made on PC, her original NV file was on an old Xbox 360 which broke :(

Dana Kincaid- My Sole Survivor. She was a relatively famous personal injury lawyer before the war, and has advertisement posters on billboards around the Commonwealth. Often gets suspected of being a synth because of her unusual appearance (she has purple eyes and is very tall compared to most post-war people) and resemblance to her advertisement posters. Can be sassy, but not to the same extent as Charlie. Based on secondhand information I've gleaned from others online, I'd imagine she'll be most inclined to work with the Railroad, but I don't have much information about her companion or faction preferences yet because I've literally just started her playthrough, which will be my first Fallout 4 playthrough!

Others:

JJ Jensen- Ah... poor JJ. I literally invented this little dude to kill him from the New Plague, but he stubbornly refused to die, so here he is. He absolutely adores anything animal-related and can usually be found wrapped up in a blanket burrito-style, either reading about or drawing animals. Has a pet Nightstalker called Jasper, and later on also a canary called Ennie. It's also become a bit of a running joke for him to get hurt (and usually killed) in as many different ways as possible...

Sid- Basically a token Evil character. Legion spy guy (AKA he's the head of the Frumentarii before Vulpes Inculta). Extremely intelligent and crafty. Also has major issues with controlling his temper. He was originally intended to serve as an antagonist in an arc that I ended up scrapping, so now he just goes around bastarding without too much of a story purpose outside of his own sidestory.

Brutus Decimus- Charlie's boyfriend. A former Legionary who was never truly loyal to the cause. Very socially awkward. He also travels around with Charlie later on in the storyline.

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Here they all are!

Tibbs, Charlie, Dana

JJ, Sid, Brutus

Picrew link

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If you have any more questions about any of these guys, or you're curious about any of my more minor OCs (I have a looong list of them on my OC page), feel free to ask! :D

[anthropwashere]

ROYGETSAUTOMAILFIC

LSH:SHSG:SLKDHFS:

@x-rainflame-x I JUST said I wrote myself into a corner with this one! There's actually 26k to it, not 22k, and I didn't even get Roy Stupid Mustang into an automail clinic because I got too dang hungup on details and shelved it in favor of... jeez. I think another shelved FMA wip where I had Ed lose his right arm again for keepsies? I'm... I'm not good at finishing things....

What the Roy gets automail fic WIP covers, in no particular order:

surgery/recovery/initial PT for his hands to include a scrapped aside where he had to get a second surgery because the first wasn't enough (this was going to be a deep medical rabbit hole I would've fallen into, so I opted to cut it)

the initial etchings of the absolutely massive political vacuum that would exist post-PD

an intention to cover at least a small amount of murmuring from the neighboring countries

secondhand accounts of the fallout of having Central Command laser-sploded out of existence; building up a vague scaffold of where the rest of Central military buildings are located and where all the politicking could be handled (we know the Intelligence offices are located down the block from CC thanks to a single throwaway line, for example)

Havoc being healed (although this was something I strongly considered scrapping in favor of him refusing to use the Stone's souls for his own selfish gain now that he knows firsthand what exactly those souls are experiencing? I like the version I wrote where he was healed, but I'm also a big fan of post-series fics where Havoc remains disabled because the literal magic fix for disabilities is always a bit :/ for me personally

Mustang going to the Gate and talking to Truth in a scene that is like, 92% identical to the one in the HP/FMA xover fic Colours of the World which I swear I didn't read until like a year after I wrote it. One the one hand yayyy, I clearly know what I'm doing with Mustang's characterization! On the other hand I'm still laughing at how much it'll look like I ripped their story off if/when I do ever finish this dang thing

Izumi and Mustang bonding

no shortage of jokes about how exhausting the bureaucracy of military medicine is FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON NO SIR, I DO NOT HAVE EXTENSIVE PERSONAL FEELINGS REGARDING THIS WHAT A RIDICULOUS NOTION

and most of all a frankly unconscionable amount of Mustang navel gazing, my god this man is playing 5D chess with himself and losing

There were plans for:

Mustang to have the surgery/rehabilitation done in Central (with a fun OC mechanic for a scene because when will I not take an opportunity to make FMA OCs)

but an assassination attempt would have Grumman pretty much order him to clear out, so obviously he goes to Rockbell Automail

and I was gonna force the timing to work out so he, Hawkeye, and the Elrics all traveled together for maximum :)

it was gonna get nothing short of domestic AF while he was recovering, with lots of quiet scenes and silly scenes and gentleness freely given between everybody

I'm talking drinks and stories with Pinako (before surgery, and after he's recovered a fair bit)

Ed telling harmless jokes and anecdotes while Mustang can barely breathe from the pain

Mustang and Al talking recovery/PT/ how irritating it is to be treated like they're glass/useless, also walkies with Den

Mustang, Pinako, and Al relentlessly teasing Ed and Winry

Madame Christmas and some of the girls were gonna turn up about halfway through his rehab for a visit

a crumb of serotonin for you: Ed AND Al hearing her call Mustang "Royboy"

lots of rehab scenes with Winry, and just exploring how eye automail would potentially function and how you adapt to all that extra weight on your neck

discussions about Hohenheim because I love one square dad and I will harm on him at every opportunity

This is an older WIP at this point that got shelved about 6 months into my migraine hell, so I was ABSOLUTELY gonna inflict this crap on him to go with his messed up hands and torso

first time he sees with the automail Hawkeye was gonna be the first person he saw because of COURSE

phone and visit shenanigans from various military folk keeping Mustang in the loop with how things are progressing, so lots of fun bits with various members of the team

Major General Olivier Mira Armstrong being a boss bitch in every scene because I'm love her

an epilogue scene several years down the line for exactly 2 reasons

1. I get to continue the joke of Mustang threatening to name the new Central library after the Elrics

2. I got this image in my head of Mustang's oil portrait hung up somewhere automail and scarred hand and one glove and all, and Ed making fun of it

ANYWAY yeah. I have *waves hands wearily* SO much of this thing outlined and a lot written, but I swore ages back I wouldn't touch it again until I finished both the Hohenheim and the ghost!Al fics

so you can expect to see this in 2067, probably

[bearcina]

Fallout OC Seven day SPECIAL: Day Five - Intelligence

Welcome to day five- the ficlet is a little longer today.

Q&A 

What is your OC’s Intelligence stat without any modifiers, whether it’s perks, clothes or chems? It’s a solid 6. 

Can your OC read, write and do basic math? She can read, write and do basic arithmetic (enough to do the basic finances for New Vegas if Yes Man is down for updates.) She can write, but as the ghoulification sets in, she will eventually get out of doing a neat handwriting. Reading is alright, she has about 8th grade/late middle-school/early highschool comprehension. 

What was the basis of their education? Were they formally educated or did they have to learn as they went? She was taught the alphabet and numbers and some basic reading comprehension from her father, and her girlfriends usually would take the time to teach her how to write for her courier job. 

However, all sorts of coding was taught secondhand by Doctor 8 and Doctor O, the poor saints, so most of what she knows on that fronteir shows up when she’s on mentats- as thats how O and 8 took the time to teach her- it’s much easier when your student is close to your intelligence. 

Most of her writing and reading comprehension was played by ear, if she can get a few letters in the word out, she can figure out what the word is, and she can generally get the rest by context clues. Her handwriting, however, is piss poor. Don’t ask her to write anything other than numbers on a page. 

Do they favor brains over brawn? Only if she knows she couldn’t win in a fight. Usually, she goes in guns-blazing, but when she’s cornered without her trusty plasma defender, you can bet she’s already got a couple mentats in her. 

How good are they with technology? without mentats and specialty clothes, she can take apart things and put them back together- maybe do basic fixes. She definitely knows how to use her computer in her suite, but only about as much as getting into a word prossessor and making journal entries. 

What sort of modifiers (clothes, chems, perks, etc...) do they have? She can usually be found with Doctor Mobius’ Glasses (+2 for her Int up to 8) on, they were nearly identical to her perscription! (She also has his full outfit, the scrubs, gloves and glasses. It’s a favorite set if she’s doing gross things- keeps the guts and grease off her hands and clothes)

She does take two Intense Training into intelligence later on, definitely after the Second Battle, she needed the boost if she as going to be running the show alone for a while. 

And she often can be found with mentats, and a nosebleed, if she’s working hard at something for Yes Man. RobCo TermLink is a hard language, and she only knows the basics, after all. 

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Ficlet

"You're… how smart, you say?" "About as smart as a jet junkie with a batch mixed with mentats." Elisavet shrugged, it was the closest thing to her intelligence anyways. She was devoted to finding her next fix, she still had a minor addiction to jet- the craving nagged at her brain often, but not enough to ruin her daily routine. "But, you know, since you're usually 'observing' my little scraps down in the basement- I can have my good thoughts." 

"You blew up---" yes Man blubbered, claws tinking together. "well, I don’t-" "I can hear it when you move the cameras." Elisavet chuckled. "You're not as smooth as you think, the cameras in the basement squeal." She sat down the screwdriver she was using. There was a giant securitron arm laid out in her lap. "How about that holotape? Learned your lesson yet, this is week three without your favorite chassis." "I'm-" Yes Man whined, obviously overly embarrassed. "I've, well, learned my lesson." "You better have- I've been stuck on a mentat high for the past four days- I don't know how you even managed to-" "I don’t have to explain, right-" "No, you don't. I get it, stupid things happen." Elisavet smiled, she loved teasing her favorite robot, but she knew there was a limit to teasing the poor thing could take. "I still… am baffled by this though- how did you get your arm stuck like that? And your software won't release it, either. I bet Doc O would be willing to help break down th-" "we do not bring up that robot here!" Yes Man huffed. He didn't like it when she talked about the other robots she had previously flirting with. "Hey! He was actually pretty brilliant sometimes-" She whined, she did get times where she missed the Think Tank- especially Doctor Dala… But that’s a store for another time. 

"No! You say he was always breaking things!" "Oh, but you haven't met little Muggy- he's like a tiny, tiny… angry… companion? Friend? Son? I don't know, it's complicated." She sighed, remembering her tiny securitron friend- which reminded her she had a few more mugs to drop off. His collection was filling up the extra space left where Think Tank was. "I don't care if you- wait- didn't you mention he was a tiny securitron-?" 

"Yeah! So small! His arms shoot soap bubbles and water instead of bullets and missiles! Very cute!" Elisavet picked her screwdriver back up, but it was knocked back down by a specific jealous securitron. "I thought I was-" Yes Man blubbered sadly. "I thought I was your favorite securitron!" "Of course you are- I wouldn't be doing this if you weren't." Elisavet smiled. "You forget how much time and mentats I dedicate to fixing you alone- especially this one silly chassis, because it's your favorite." She tried getting her screwdriver back, the mentats were finally starting to wear off, and she didn't want to crack open another pack yet- she already had a pretty bad nosebleed from the stuff. "I do need my rag though- this blood is getting a little-" "You're bleeding?!"  Yes Man wailed, panicking as he tried finding one of the many grease-soaked rags Elisavet had already used. "Why didn't you say you were bleeding-" "I'm not smart enough to do this without a boost, hon. You should know that by now- and you've been watching me for the past three weeks, I'm surprised you didn't notice how much I lost on Monday- my computer keyboard is-" "You got blood in your keyboard?!" Elisavet snickered as she continued on with his commentary. "Yes, there's now blood on my keyboard. I always start getting nosebleeds with how heavily I've been eating those mentats." She wiped the blood off her lips and neck. "I'm only so smart without a boost- I can't decipher that stupid code from House without the boost. Hard to tell head from tails with some of those words! I've got a wasteland education- and you can't help at all because you instantly crash when you try to view and edit core code like this. I'm just glad I can do the disassembly and reassembly without it."

[newvegascowboy]

For the fic asks meme, 9, 12, 48

Wow this took me.....a long time to answer

9. In your XXX fic, what's your favorite scene that you wrote?

I'm going to do this for Ten Months since I think that's my most well known. My ACTUAL favorite scene is from a chapter that isn't even posted yet that I wrote in advance and continue to pick at. I think some people can probably guess what it is :)

But for non spoilers - it's probably Rivers' death and the conversation he and Klaus have after. I just like my dumb sweet son ❤

12. Who is your favorite character to write for? Why?

Is it cheating if I say my own OCs? I really like writing Rivers' dialogue. He likes to play cool, but in reality hes just a 22 year old boy and hes a huge dork.

For non OCs - Dave. Klaus is fun to write because of witty, dark humor, but I love writing Dave Katz, gay disaster and chronic overthinker.

48. What's your favorite trope to write?

Honestly that's hard to answer! I'm a slut for mutual pining, but there's a lot of secondhand tropes that go into it. I also love battle couples (mostly for my fallout ocs) but I think the overall winner is just good old fashioned friends to lovers.

[detroitbecomehumanwritings]

Summary: Headcanons of Dinah Cooper (aka Seven) as she meets, bonds and falls for Daniel after the events of the game.

Note: This is a commission for @crownandantler and their OC Dinah! I’ve written for Dinah in the Fallout fandom, but it was super fun to do this--especially since I’m quite fond of Daniel (he’s a fun character to play with).

If you are interested in getting a commission from me, you can check out all the pertinent information right here!

When Dinah is introduced to Daniel, her life is a teetering rock on the edge of a cliff. The world had thrown itself from one extreme to the other in a matter of months; tension, chaos, revolution and finally back to what some people wanted to force as the very normalcy that so many craved. The android revolution had thrown a lot of things into chaos, but Dinah had been dealing with the social issues months before it had ever been a national concern--it came from how close she had pushed herself as an advocate for those the world chose not to respect.

With charges of harboring fugitives freshly dropped from her name, Dinah was left to wonder how much she could trust the same people who had been so ready to throw her in jail (or worse) simply because she was trying to save innocent beings from a merciless end. The revolution--the Great Deviation as some called it--had little impact on her repair business. Hell, if anything, Lucky Seven Secondhand was given a new breath of life from the work brought in by newly-freed androids who wanted a trusted hand to repair them when they were injured. Dinah was a human who’d proven herself genuine into the cause for android freedom, so she came to see as many androids as she could each day; a lot of them had lingering issues and injuries that needed repair.

It came from this that Dinah met Daniel. He came in with injuries unlike anything she’d seen on anyone else, a level of disrepair and unkept mechanics that she was amazed that he was still alive, let alone able to walk.

“Someone told me to come here,” he had snapped at her, wanting so little to talk. “Are you going to fix me or not?”

There was a fair portion of Dinah’s work that was charitable; after all, she wouldn’t ask for money from androids who had been seen as objects themselves months before, it wasn’t as if any of them had the money to spare in the first place. No, like a lot of her other work, Dinah fixed Daniel for free--but it had to take place over the course of a week. There was simply so much damage done to him that she’d need to replace parts over time, making sure with each replacement that he wouldn’t have a negative reaction. There was no telling what his body would do when it had been without proper care, upgrades and updates for nearly a year.

The relationship between Dinah and Daniel is hardly a friendship--one could hardly call it anything, especially when Daniel acts so antagonistic around her for the entire time he’s there that first week. Day in and day out, he comes to get his next repair or replacement part, always curt and never kind. Dinah takes the anger with a grain of salt--she can’t blame him for how angry he feels, there must have been something horrible in his life to have left him in the state he was in when he came to her shop. She never pried into his life, and soon enough Daniel was fixed up enough to go on with whatever life he chose.

But then he started showing up regularly.

There was a scratch here, a little gash there, he needed more thirium; it always seemed to be something that he needed, something so he could visit Dinah and slowly, very slowly, he started talking to her. It started with simple, little topics; the weather, her shop, exchange of names… It wasn’t anything too personal, but Dinah felt like she was getting to know Daniel all the same. He seemed like a man who was especially protective of his past and self, it was nice to see him open up to her, even if it was just a little.

Weeks blended into months, seeing Daniel become a familiar face within Lucky Seven Secondhand. He had opened up to Dinah considerably in that time, but he still wouldn’t stay for long nor talk about what had happened to cause all of the injuries that he had met her with so long before. It was a secret he guarded, and one that Dinah did not care to pull from him if he didn’t want to give it.

Friendship was an odd description of their relationship, especially as time progressed. It accounted for the familiarity between the two, but it didn’t quite cover how protective Daniel began to feel for her, how close he kept and how he fell into such a domestic role in her life.

It wasn’t a secret that Daniel was a PL600 model; Dinah was familiar with some features and had pieced it together over time, though it wasn’t a topic she bothered to ask about; model numbers didn’t matter anymore after all, but it did serve as a bit of background information that helped her understand and not question when Daniel, a model formerly made for purposes of housekeeping and domestic chores, was suddenly in her house and doing Dinah’s laundry.

“You need to take better care of your home,” Daniel had said, voice curt but intentions warm. “When was the last time you did a deep clean of your kitchen?”

Daniel had, without rhyme or reason, made himself quite a home for himself in more ways than one. It’s not so much that he asked to live with Dinah, but more on the fact that he was just...there, all the time. He helped take care of so much domestic work that Dinah couldn’t ask him to leave (especially since she feared he didn’t have any home to return to). So she just...let him stay, didn’t question it at all, and did her best to incorporate her new companion into her life (and it wasn’t that hard, he was already in the shop all the time as it was--his companionship was nice).

The only hint that their relationship was romantic came when Daniel started sleeping with Dinah in her bed--as in she would wake up to him laying beside her, blue eyes striking as they met her own.

“Did you sleep well?” he’d ask, almost every morning.

It wasn’t aggressive and Dinah certainly didn’t feel as though Daniel’s intentions were anything other than good, but it was odd all the same--it was the only time that the woman decided to prod (gently) into the man’s thoughts, if only to understand how he saw things.

Of course, Daniel took time to open up. She’d have to catch him in good moments, the rare times that he smiled at her or let his guard down just a bit--it took a lot of trust and even more care into the man’s emotions, but eventually Daniel talked about it.

He trusted her. That’s simply all there was to it--he trusted her because she was kind to him, because she was sweet, because she didn’t toss him aside like a piece of trash even when she had every right to; hell, he could have been arrested for simply being a nusiance to her for always being at her shop, somehow getting into Dinah’s house (to which he wouldn’t explain how he did).

Daniel eventually told her about what happened. Before. With his injuries. He explained how he originally deviated, all from one singular moment of anger and fear when he learned the family who he was with was planning on getting rid of him. He thought he was part of something, was important to someone, and the family had that idea shoved down the drain. He was nearly killed in the holdout with law enforcement and...a lot of broken, fuzzy memories up until someone had directed them to Dinah’s repair shop.

Despite having plenty of reasons to kick him aside, Dinah had given Daniel so much--like it or not, he was absolutely smitten with Dinah and, honestly, he was very much apart of her life.

As weeks and months went by, there was a lot of things that people could say to describe the relationship between them. Friendship, companions, partners---Dinah herself just called it love, since that’s how she felt about Daniel, after taking care of him and helping him heal through his past trauma, as he helped her grow and open up to him in kind.

It was definitely love.

[secondhand-lions]

hmmm maybe there should be a tag for All of my oc posting instead of just individual ocs... like obviously the individual tags are gonna stay, i love individual tags, but like, if anyone just wanted to know what i've been thinking about In General for my characters. idk. poll time

[wastelandbonerhell]

getting secondhand exposure to the horseshit that passes as acceptable in fallout oc circles is like the personification of that gif of a guy with an unwavering disgusted expression closing the door

[nochi-quinn]

Fic/Fluff/Kinktober day 7

Fandom: Fallout 4 Relationship: Deacon/female Sole Survivor Rated: G Words: 600 Prompt: sharing/swapping clothes (kinktober alternate list)

"Wh - " She set her armor aside and took the shirt from him, holding it up. "This is one of your disguises." "I got others."

[neocities][AO3]

[galpalaven]

mass effect for that shipping meme :V

lowkey otp

Liara/Javik is one I really enjoy a lot. I dunno why, but Liara always seemed kind of? She just seemed a little flat to me and she put Shepard up on a pedestal and I feel like by the end of 3 if you’ve done everything right she and Javik are good for each other. They challenge each other and respect each other and apparently end up enjoying each other’s company enough to write a book together so……you know..

also that comment Kasumi makes about them bickering like an old married couple

highkey notp

Garrus/Tali. I have no idea what it is about it at all that bothers me other than maybe lowkey secondhand jealousy for Shepard, but it is like. God. I hate it. It’s a visceral, D:Fleet and Flotilla since they both love that movie and they’d date for a week and it would be bad and awkward and they’d end up being like “yeah friends is better”.

[softly] don’t notp

Aria T’Loak/Nyreen Kandros. I got in an argument about this once, but I appear to be the only person that read “toxic and abusive��� from the conversations in the Omega DLC. It doesn’t like bother me bother me, but BioWare has an issue with abusive wlw relationships and that’s one of them.

highkey otp but i’m scared of saying it because it’s not a very popular choice

….Hannah Shepard/Thane Krios is up there. I’m not afraid to say it though because like? If you’re not having fun you can leave.

I also really like @ahealthylionisanonillion‘s OC Indigo/Kolyat Krios. I ship it so hard. I love it. It’s canon as far as I’m concerned. 

sidenote: sorry I keep tagging you in things I know it’s weird lol

highkey otp and anyone on my tumblr knows it

Shakarian and F!Shali duh

A Different Shipping Meme

other fandoms to pick from under the cut if you want

Harry Potter

Dragon Age

Fallout

Fullmetal Alchemist

InuYasha (for kicks lmao)

Pokemon (did you know there even are ships in pokemon I DO i saw things in high school lasjdfk)

[secondhand-lions]

HANDS

sirenity: workman's. calloused and rough and covered in a million little marks. they have most of their nails, only missing one, and one of them is permanently split. in motion half the time and holding something for the other half.

constantine: softer than sirenity's but not by much. significantly less marks, though. he has all his nails, and keeps them cut short. nervous but not unsteady.

nora: pre-war she'd be a fan of acrylics. post-war that's not really an option. her hands were rougher in her youth (parkour, roller derby), softer as she became a lawyer (but not soft soft, she still encountered more than her fair share of papercuts), then rougher again during her stay in the Commonwealth. doesn't really cut them until they become an issue, except for The Important Ones iykwim

hestia: honestly hers are probably the softest, but still not, like, baby soft. Adult Who Has Lived A Life sort of soft. like Nora, she wouldn't really cut them until they became an issue (again, except for The Important Ones) and the main callous is where they rest a pen/pencil