#sole surivor

[4th-fallout]

Sole Survivor: "Hey Nick, what do you want to eat?"

Kellogg, inside Nick's head: "The souls of the innocent."

Nick: "A bagel."

Kellogg: "No!"

Nick: "Two bagels."

[newvegascowboy]

yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i shall fear no evil

[sweetcocopowder]

Day Five: Marking

Synopsis: The new Overboss shows Gage how different he is from Colter.

Word Count: 2.1K

Pairing: Porter Gage / Nate (Sole Survivor)

Warnings: Marking. Blow Job. Come Swallowing. Slight Ptsd.

“These left over from Colter?”

Nate’s intruding hand is quick to be swatted away from where it was hooked in the raider’s singlet. But Nate had seen every single old and fading bite mark and hickey covering Gage’s chest and collarbone. The singlet does shit to cover them up but Nate had wanted to see just how far down they went.

The Overboss raises a brow as he sits back on the couch, waiting for an answer. He lounges like a king, giving the raider an almost lazy look. Gage thought Colter was dangerous. A brute that had pure strength to back his threats. And while Nate is built like some soldier from the Brotherhood of Steel, it’s that certain look in his eye that he gets that has Gage watching just what he says. Like there’s some other motive always conniving in his head.

“Yeah, boss. But I don’t see why you’d care much about that,” Gage answers gruffly, moving off to pour himself a drink at the counter.

It had been a full week and a half since Colter was killed in his own little game. Yes, Gage had set the man up to replace him. But that was necessary. Colter was getting them nowhere. They needed someone like Nate to take them that extra step further. And the man had cleared out half of the park so far. The three gangs had their own little area in Nuka-World and it had satisfied them very much. There’s only two more parks to clear out and then they’re finished.

Then they can expand outwards. Back to the Commonwealth where they can grab a foot hold once again. Shank will help them get set up and help Nate further more. He’ll-

“Do you miss Colter?” Nate asks from the couch, snapping Gage from his thoughts.

He leans on his fist to look over the couch at Gage. He looks to the raider with a smirk playing at this lips, his brows raised. He’ll wait for answer until the raider gives him one. It was a bit unnerving at first but over the week and a half Gage had gotten use to it.

Gage turns his attention away though, having Nate in his blind spot. He pours himself a glass of shitty whiskey. He really wishes the caravans would bring better stuff. Commonwealth probably keeps it all to themselves. Maybe he can ask Shank to bring a special order his way.

“Nope. Not one bit, boss,” Gage answers into his glass. “Got rid of him for a reason, I’ve told you this.”

“Not going to get rid of me like that when you get bored?” Nate calls out, a joking tone to his voice.

He hears the man shuffle around on the couch. He should look his way. See what he’s doing but he instead down his whiskey in one go, hissing at the burn. He pours himself another.

Gage chuckles at that though. When he gets bored. He did get bored. And boredom is what had got Colter killed. Let’s just hope that Nate doesn’t get bored himself.

“No, boss. Colter was running this place in the ground. Got comfy here when the other gangs were about to go at each other’s throat. Did nothing ‘bout it. Why he had to go. You’ve done more than him in the short time you’ve been here than Colter did in the entire year he was here.”

It’s quiet for a moment. A little too quiet.

“How did he treat you?”

Nate’s smooth voice comes from right beside Gage this time round, causing the raider to jump up from where he sits with a loud exclaim of something on the verge of, “Fuck!”

The raider is quick to take a step back, looking to Nate with a wide eye. He’s more shocked than anything. Not by the notion that Nate had snuck up on him, but the notion that Nate would be worried for a man like himself. This man dressed head to toe in combat armour is a man that Gage can’t seem to understand on some days. And tonight is one of those times. He’s seen how kind the man can be. But there’s something darker under all that charm and smooth talk.

“You shouldn’t worry yourself about that too much, boss,” Gage insists. “It’s all in the past now.”

But Nate doesn’t let up. He raises a brow with slightly pursed lips. Something dark flickers over his feature before it’s quickly replaced with that charming smile that Gage has gotten so use to over the past week and so.  

“All I want to do,” Nate begins as he crosses the distance between them again, “is show you that I ain’t Colter.”

A finger hooks into Gage’s singlet again to bring it down, showing his bare and bruised chest. They’re all fading now, all yellow and green. But some are still purple, some still in the shape of bites. Colter wasn’t nice. But it made Gage feel wanted. Needed. Yes, he knows very well that he’s useful by himself. Can shoot and stab as good as anyone around here. But the sex is what had Gage keeping so close to Colter. And it was the sex that had Gage stabbing Colter in the back as well.

But despite this, he doesn’t push Nate’s touch away. He feels his face flush something bright on his tanned skin. Nate has shown him over and over that him and Colter are far from the same coin. So maybe it’s pure curiosity that he wants to see what Nate will do.

“And how would you do that, boss?” Gage asks with a raised brow, his voice low and gravelly.

The finger hooked in his singlet moves up to grab at his chin. Gage doesn’t move, his eyes fixated solely on the man before him. Letting the fingers on his chin tilt his head up to look up at the boss. Colter never did this. Wasn’t much for the romantics.

“I’m not good with words, but I can show you,” Nate smirks.

A shudder goes down Gage’s back, goosebumps rising on his skin. The raider can’t find words, his tongue feeling tied to the bottom of his mouth. So, he just nods instead.

Nate’s hand caresses the side of his face before gripping the back of his hair. He pulls back lightly to expose Gage’s neck and the raider panics for a split second, his eye staring wide at the flaking ceiling. He wants to reach out and grab Nate, but he holds his hands flailed out at his side, waiting for the boss to make a move. He could wring his neck and kick out his legs. He could headbutt him and break the bottle of whiskey to stab him in the neck. He could-

Warm, soft lips settle upon his jugular, causing the raider to flinch at such a gentle touch. Another hand wraps around Gage’s waist, pulling him close all as Nate gently sucks and kisses at his neck. It leaves the raider breathless, mouth open and slack type of way.

This is nothing like what Colter use to do. Colter use to bite like some rabid dog, making sure that he marked what was his. Making sure that everyone in the gangs knew who he belonged to. But he doesn’t think what Nate is doing will even leave the smallest of a mark for the morning to come.

Nate’s mouth ventures lower to his collarbone, littering his salty skin with kisses and light grazes of teeth. He keeps going lower, letting go of Gage’s hair so that the raider can watch what his boss is doing. He doesn’t know how to fully grasp this. He finds himself blinking wildly with his mouth agape. Nate being so gentle with him is almost enough for Gage to go insane. He doesn’t think he’s ever experienced this type of touch in his life. It’s all so foreign.

The boss keeps going until he’s on his knees in front of Gage, his fingers hooked into the raider’s belt. Gage lets out a shaky breath at the sight. The Overboss at his knees in front of him, kissing and mouthing at his hardening length behind his jeans. Gage can’t help the keen that comes from his throat, something deep and gruntle.

Nate looks up through his lashes, his deep blues shining with lust. “May I?” He asks, as if he even as to.

He’s the boss. He could do whatever he wants with Gage, and Gage would allow it. He’s let it happen more than a few times in his life. It keeps him alive and seeing the sun rise the next day. But Nate doesn’t. And Gage doesn’t know if it’s dangerous or stupid, yet he’s falling for it all the same.

With a shaky exhale, he manages out a quiet, “Yeah, boss.”

With calloused fingers, Nate unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans in one swift motion. Gage’s half hard dick is only but a hair’s breath away from Nate’s mouth, the anticipation of such a lustful act hanging dangerously in the air.

Nate wraps a hand around his length and Gage can’t help the small hic in his breathing. But the boss doesn’t stroke Gage or wrap his mouth around the head of his cock, no. Instead, his warm mouth latches onto the inside of Gage’s thigh to suck at the soft skin. And this time, Nate sucks hard enough to leave his mark.

Gage groans deep in his throat, his hand instinctively resting on Nate’s head. He doesn’t want to grab, doesn’t want to overstep.

When Nate pulls away he grins at his work, rubbing a thumb over the fresh purple mark. Then he does the same a little closer to Gage’s dick, his skin much more sensitive the closer he gets. The raider’s heart beats loudly in his chest, his breathing shaky and uneven.

Nate marks Gage where no one can see it. Making sure that he evens out the raider’s other thigh with multiple marks before moving back to the other. All while he manoeuvres Gage’s hard cock so he can get as close as he can without touching him. He looks upon his work with a smirk, rubbing a thumb over his most recent one. He looks up to Gage who stares down with a hazy expression. He leans heavily against the counter behind him with a shaky hand, the other still nestled in Nate’s hair.

“Much better than the shit Colter did, hey?” Nate asks, looking for some approval at his handy work.

Gage finds himself nodding a little too hastily. “Yeah, boss. Much better,” he breathes out, his words sounding a million miles from here.

Nate chuckles, something that comes from deep within his chest. The boss doesn’t waste any more time now. He takes the head of Gage’s cock into his mouth and swirls his tongue over the tip. Gage groans, the hand on Nate’s head now gripping into his dark hair. Before the raider can let go, Nate hums in approval, only taking more of Gage into his mouth.

“Boss,” Gage groans out through his teeth.

He doesn’t think he’s going to be able to last much longer. The coil of pleasure constricts within his gut, making his legs and knees weak where he stands. He can’t get his breathing under control and the noises that slip past his lips seem to only to urging Nate on. He squeezes Gage’s thighs firmly as he bottoms out, his nose hitting the dark curls of pubic hair before he pulls off of his cock. He licks the underside of his cock, lapping at the precum before bottoming out again. Gage can feel his dick hit the back of the boss’s throat and it pushes a pure, horny moan from his mouth.

“Boss, I-“ Gage tries to hold on, not wanting to let go.

But Nate hums again, looking up at Gage with lustful eyes. The sight alone has the raider coming undone. His orgasm hits him like a train, nerves shooting through him like electricity as he comes down the boss’s throat. He holds Nate where he is, fingers gripping tightly into his dark hair. And Nate takes every last drop.

When Gage finally lets go, Nate coughs and splutters as he leans on the back of his heels. He covers his mouth, trying to be modest. Gage tries to collect himself the best he can, but he finds himself having to lean fully against the counter behind him for extra support.

When he looks over to the boss, he wears a smug grin on his flushed face. “Better than Colter?” He asks.

And Gage can’t help but chuckle heartedly at that. Was it jealously that drove the boss to do so? He doesn’t think he’ll ever know. But there’s one thing he can say for sure about the boss.

With a scoff, he breathes out, “You’re an odd one at that, boss. But a good type of odd.”

[fallout4reacts]

Not me having brainworms about the Silver Shround and the Mistress of Mystery with my and my friends Sole Survivors. No sir… not at all…

[gaqalesqua]

Nick assists DiMA and Nora in DiMA’s data collection.

[slocumjoe]

Biggest complaints about each companion

Warning, reference to in-game dark subject matter.

This is subjective and mostly me wishing for a more thoughtful story, with themes beyond robot racism.

Cait: TDLR; Her backstory is too much for how it's handled

It feels like Cait got thrown every bad thing she could have. With trauma in characters, less is more, and in Cait's case, it doesn't help that her writing is more interested in her trauma than who she is as a person. Like Cait only matters as a character because of what she went through and what that demonstrates about the wasteland, rather being a person first.

I would like to point out, her parents waited until she was 18 to sell her. Because, apparently, age of consent matters to sex slavers. It demonstrates a lack of commitment to the dark topic, which usually means you should tone it down. Leave one aspect, and keep the other. Abusive parents or slavery, not both.

Since Cait is our only basegame raider companion, you could use her to humanize raiders by showing how the cycle of trauma creates them. "But Gage—" is a little bitch.

Codsworth: TDLR; Focuses too much on his pre-war relationship to the player

What was Codsworth doing those 200 years? Did he just hang out in Sanctuary? Did no one ever come to Sanctuary in the meantime? Codsworth has no relation to the plot or world beyond Sole.

I think Codsworth should have had a quest about how he went out and tried to help where he could, but now doesn't know where those people are, and wants to know what became of them. Something to give Codsworth a connection to the wasteland. Or maybe Codsworth shouldn't have been the Sole Surivor's robot at all, just one that wandered into Sanctuary and met them. Then you could have a point that the first human the Sole saw after freezing (Kellogg) was cruel, but the first 'soulless' machine was kind, which makes a point about the main plot and the idea that being human doesn't make you 'human.'

Curie: TDLR; Should have been related directly to the main plot

Curie is a robot that is put inside a synth—which is, biologically, completely human in all but a chip in their head and the circumstances of their creation—and is totally fine. She learns to breathe, gets thoughts and feelings in a way a Ms. Nanny wouldn't, and handles sensations without bricking.

Send this bitch to the Institute and BOS, are you kidding me? Curie is walking proof of synths being more than machines. She has wants, imagination, potentially even dreams and nightmares. This is never brought up by anyone.

Also, Curie is a robot, and then inhuman, but still a person, and she uses science and her compassion to help the wasteland, where those who would destroy or enslave her use it to further their own egos.

Danse: TDLR; MAKE HIM SAY SORRY TO NICK AND HANCOCK

Danse's real character arc starts at his final affinity post BB, and then it doesn't go anywhere. He never learns to accept himself, or synths, or ghouls. Danse is a character that shows the terrible function of 4 Affinity Talks, because he needs, like, 10 of the things.

Danse needed his likes/dislikes updated after BB, interactions with Nick and Hancock, and a proper character arc where he unlearns his worst traits and the BOS's bullshit.

Deacon: TDLR; Dead wife? Really?

Can Deacon not just be a goofball man who used to be a bigot, and now works hard to help the people he hurt? Because Barbara and her death implies that Deacon didn't change because it was the right thing to do, but because bigotry personally affected him.

If there must be a death, make it that his community tore itself apart trying to find synths among them. Y'know, like...a witch hunt? In Salem, maybe? Since we didn't do anything interesting with Salem, one of the most interesting places in the USA? Deacon sees this and sees that it doesn't matter if synths are human or not, hatred will inevitably hurt anyone, because it doesn't actually care who you are. Hatred doesn't need a reason, only a target. The Synth plot should have been an allegory for McCarthyism instead of slavery, change my mind.

Hancock: TDLR; He's a historical LARPER that doesn't do anything in terms of a narrative.

No, Todd. You can't make John Hancock a ghoul and call it an OC.

Hancock could have had a story about identity crisis, idolatry, and trying to escape your past. We also get hints at a complex political issue in Goodneighbor about the push-and-pull between the desire for total freedom/anarchy, but the need for some kind of law and order. Hancock has a casual friendliness, and acts like 'one of the people,' but he is the mayor. There's tension there. Can your leader be your friend? Can your friend call all the shots while still being on equal footing with you? Can you lead a group of people who look up to you as a hero, and still retain modesty and not subconsciously separate yourself?

I like Hancock, he's fun, he has a lot of interesting narrative stuff. But he doesn't do anything with it. It could have been a nice parallel with Elder Maxson, too.

MacCready: TDLR; Small inconsistencies + dude, go get your son???

Mac doesn't ever go back to Duncan, and Duncan never comes to the Commonwealth. I understand that the former is for game play reasons, but the latter feels like the writers forgot that Duncan exists.

MacCready has some issues with the likes/dislikes. I think they're mistakes instead of intended, but still. For example, in the Vault 81 quest. MacCready likes letting Austin die. He dislikes it if you give the cure.

There's also Sheffield, the soda addict in Diamond City. MacCready claims to have never seen someone with a sugar addiction, but Zip, from Little Lamplight, had an addiction.

Mac is mostly fine, aside from these inconsistencies. The Dead Wife thing sucks, but I allow it because it's pretty fundamental to his story, rather then being tacked on for sad points.

Nick: TDLR; Eddie Winter is a stupid bad guy with a stupid quest and Jenny Lands is a stupid tragic backstory

Eddie Winter being the first ghoul ever is mind-bogglingly bad. You're telling me that they made ghouls before the bombs? And even if they did, Winter couldn't be the first. How the fuck would anyone know that radiation makes you immortal if you do it right, otherwise?! So, that's a contradiction within an already contrived premise. And not only that, but he just. Leaves a bunch of holotapes with a number on the back, that make a code to the basement of his favorite sandwich shop, which just so happens to be on the same street Jenny gets fridged?

So, Eddie Winter (or one of his goons) was eating one day, looked out, saw the fiance of the detective hunting him and recognized her (????), shot her, and then presumably returned to his fucking sandwich??????

And then 2 centuries later, a clone of that detective somehow finds the holotapes, untouched, unmoved, still functioning and retaining the painted-on numbers. The numbers didn't...fade? Wipe off?

You can keep the concept of Nick wanted to finish something Pre-war Nick didn't get to, but this...this isn't it.

Like, Skinny Malone was right there. Maybe just Darla shows up when you free Nick, and then later Nick has to contend with Malone and the Triggermen in some grand conspiracy with Mayor MacDonough, Hancock, and Piper.

Preston: TDLR; The radiant quest mechanic fucked him over and his voice actor needed some retakes

The moment you get Radio Freedom, Preston should have stopped giving quests. Easy fix there. It would have saved him almost a decade of shitty memes.

The real problem with Preston is that his VA beefed it bad. I can quote some of his lines with perfect inflection because the VA just did it so poorly. X6-88's VA had to play a monotonous, little-emotion character, and he still nailed it and gave X6 a lot of personality and distinction. Preston sounds like a modded-in character. And Jon Gentry is a pretty good actor! He has a great live-action presence in his demo reels on IMDB. I think he just struggled to put his performance into his voice rather than his presence/body language, and they didn't let/have him do a retake.

Piper: TDLR; So much potential, so much failure. Piper is a shitty reporter, and that could have been a great opportunity to have commentary on the ethics of journalism.

Journalism is supposed to be a duty to the people. It has responsibilities and ethics that are very easily misunderstood or forgotten for the sake of the next article. A good journalist is not always accurate. An accurate journalist is not always kind. A kind journalist is not always good.

Piper is not a good journalist, because her writing is not informative, it isn't news or useful info. She writes about MacDonough being a synth—she's basically writing callout posts on her blog.

Piper is not an accurate journalist, because she never has evidence for this claim. She says MacDonough is a synth, that the Institute took the Survivor's baby even if the Survivor says no.

Piper is not a kind journalist, because she fearmongers and makes things worse for synths. She complains that no one believes or trusts her word, but the second thing you ever see in Diamond City is a man trying to kill his brother for fear he's been replaced.

This is all fine, if addressed and explored. But it isn't. Piper seems to be chasing the high of exposing authority, and both times, she's right. We, the player, know she's right because we find out later she is. Imagine if we didn't. Imagine that reveal scene never comes. Every issue of Publick Occurances is trying to start a witchhunt, and Piper doesn't notice that it's working.

So, let's make her arc about worrying about her sister.

X6-88: TDLR; BRUH HE HAS NOTHING

No backstory, no relationships with other characters, no quest, no character arc.

TODD. You had the chance to humanize the Institute, or at least show what it's like being an Institute synth that isn't free. And you, instead, put all that time into fucking KELLOGG. You think I give a fuck about KELLOGG? I don't even give a fuck about SHAUN.

🌠Honorable mentions🌠

Gage: Hypocrite that thinks becoming the problem is fixing the problem, also he has both eyes. What do you need an eyepatch for.

Strong: Bethesda Super Mutants suck shit. Y'know Erikson fron Far Harbor? Would rather have him.

Longfellow: Dead Wife Man. Again, would have preferred Erikson.

Dogmeat and Ada: Perfect, no notes.

Best companions are:

Dogmeat, for being doggy

Ada, for being robot lady

Preston, for being perfect aside from two technical, Doylist issues.

[pricescigar]

Vincent Saar Bowman

Cw: Mentions of murder & violence

Born: 5th November 1884

Age: 75 (Deceased in 1959)

Nationality: British

Gender: Male

Height: 182.88 cm (6ft)

Parent(s):  Unknown

Siblings(s): Unknown

Wife: Clara Jones (Deceased)

Hair colour:�� Brown

Eye colour:  Brown

Nicknames:  Vin, Vinny _________________________________________

Personality:

Strong headed, stubborn, yet kind and caring on the inside. Vincent is protective of the family he made, and prone to violence when necessary when it comes to protecting mutants.

Likes: his family, wife, smoking cigars, travelling, protecting mutants, his club, music

Dislikes: Humans, loud spaces, disloyalty, Being late to things, his paranoia getting the best of him,

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Backstory:

Vincent Saar Bowman grew up in London, coming from a well to do family. He had the highest , most private education that was offered to him. The oldest of eight siblings, Vincent was the most intelligent put of them all, he was the role model, most responsible and the back bone of the family.

At 14 years old in 1894, Vincent suffered a traumatic accident which caused him great distress, what kind of accident remains unknown due to him to have never spoken about it.

What truly happened was that his parents and siblings died in a freak accident, leaving him the only sole survivor. Now the only surivor of the Bowman family. All inheritance was left to him.

Vincent began to hear voices a day after the accident. Voices that weren't his own, he thought he was going crazy but he always ignored it. Whenever he focused on people. He could hear thoughts, their deepest, darkest desires. Everything about them.

With his new found mutation. He didn't know what to do with himself, other than to try and keep it under wraps the best he could. Discovering that he could read peoples minds, make them do whatever he wanted was a great thing. Something he needed to control.

At the age of 18 in 1902, Vincent met his wife Clara who was also a mutant with the most beautiful wings he'd ever seen. Though Clara was always seen as a freak, after she was recently disowned by her parents he took her in and the two quickly fell in love. Truly it was love at first sight. By the end of the year the two got married.

The two moved out of London and moved to East Hanningfield for a new chapter of their life, and a better life for the future.

In September of 1903 , Clara gave birth to her daughter Harriet. Both of them were surprised that they managed to have a child, as they struggled to reproduce

Though Vincent was disappointed over the years that she didn't show any signs of her mutation. Yet, part of him was glad that the teo could have a normal child, without the curse of a mutation.

With Vincent determined to find other mutants like he and his wife, however he didn't know where to start. But part of him always knew, he would find someone like him one day.

Summer of 1928, Vincent met Sebastian Shaw, the two grew a close bond with one and another. Again, I feel glad that he and his wife went alone, Vincent proposed a deal to create am underground club for any other mutants they find. So that they could feel safe and protected.

August of that same year, Vincent formed "The Ministry." His own personal gang, or club however you may perceive it. Which included himself, Clara, Sebastian Shaw and five other mutants who joined in the later years.

With Harriet now an adult at the age of 25 and watching her get close to Sebastian Shaw. He approved of the marriage when Shaw personally asked Vincent for his daughters hand in marriage. He accepted of course.

1930 Vincent's daughter got married to Sebastian shaw, and in 1932 Harriet gave birth to Harper making Vincent a grandfather.

In the early year of 1939 , Clara got murdered by humans when they discovered she was a mutant. She died of injuries that were too severe, heartbroken by the news... It didn't take long for Vincent to track them down, and kill the humans with his mind.

Now more paranoid than ever thinking humans were constantly after him and his family. Any human that found out about his club, were killed instantly. Without a second thought. After what happened to Clara, he rarely trusted any human that he came across.

In 1940, Harriet ran away with Harper when she was only eight years old. That only increased Vincent’s paranoia knowing that humans aren't so kind when it came to mutants.

But no matter how hard Vincent looked, he was never able to find them. Leaving it to Sebastian shaw to try and find them.

At the height of the Second World War, his club got disbanded due to the increasing threat of the war. Sebastian Shaw went off to do his own thing, the other mutants disappeared to keep themselves safe. Leaving Vincent more alone than ever.

Over the years he grew more insane, spending so many years alone got to Vincent badly. He began to hallucinate, seeing things that aren't really there.

As he got older, he got sicker. Eventually he got diagnosed with dementia, and prone to having seizures sometimes he had such little time left.

In 1959, at the age of 75. He came across Harper again who was now and adult, but he had forgotten who she was. After suffering another severe seizure, losing control of his powers while accidentally hurting Harper.

Harper put herself and him in the astral plane, while the two had a heart to heart. With Vincent finally remembering Harper in his last moments, he used the last bit of strength he had to enhance Harper's telepathy to help her become stronger, to protect herself before he passed away.

[forthedancingandthethriving]

On The Run - Forced to keep on the move, Tulip can't stay for more than a day in any spot before those.. things find her. What are they? What do they want? With no time to take care of herself, there's only one other thing on her mind - will she get through this?

Songbird in Shadows - Harmonia is in chaos, and Luminos is definitely not safe. With no way to figure out what's truly happened or how Lumiere managed to strike a deal with those.. demons, Nimbus is forced to discard her usual self and put up a front so that she can lead her and the other surviors to safety.

Nightmare's Ward - With Dream King and the Stars out of commission from the otherworldly newcomers, Irene is forced to rely solely on the Nightmare King's powers. With the Bright and the Ruinous showing interest in whatever these things are, she forces herself to lock away all feelings of hesitancy.

Gilded Ringmaster - Doing away with his usual get up, Juliano takes on the new role of being a hopeful beacon for the surivors. While the circus seems to be immune from whatever has happened, the ringmaster can't help but fear for what may happen to his loved ones.

○●○

Something something costumes for the characters alluding to Project Thunder.

Something something the memory virus starts making them change to this costume involuntarily.

Something something these are used IRL as a teaser for Connected Cosmos.

[noneedtofearorhope]

while i generally enjoy getting the tidbits of lore during loading screens, i dislike it when its lore that’s not known by the pc. im thinking here of fallout 4. the sole surivor has been iced up for centuries and they’ve been out for a couple of days, and you expect them to know the history of the institute going back 50 or so years? they already have systems tracking if you overhear a random convo about something, which will start an unprompted sidequest, why not do similar with the loadscreens? only show lore that is already known to the pc. i mean, i’ve already played before, but it still is a bit immersion breaking when you try to play this role playing game with some actual role playing. and sure it’s a minor thing, but it feels like it’s just yet another minor thing adding to the pile.

thanks todd.

[ulkaralakbarova]

Roots Search

When a research crew in deep space discovers the desolate ship “Green Planet” that warps into their area, they encounter Buzz, the commander and sole surivor of the ship. Being too incapacitated to make them aware of the situation of his ship, the research team will soon discover that they have found something far, far worse… Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Buzz (voice): Kenyu Horiuchi Moira…

[spacefarerz]

alright so I did end up continuing with the dummy character I made for some early exploration lol I just wanted to see more of the combat, and before I knew it there was a vision in her head...

I present, Jillian Shepard. Soldier, Sole Surivor profile, Colonist background.

[4th-fallout]

AU where the cryostasis causes the Sole Survivor to develop amnesia. They still witness Shaun’s kidnapping, but they don’t remember anything from before that. Their whole life is a blank before they woke up in an underground freezer. All they know is, they witnessed a baby get kidnapped, and they have to help the baby. They have no idea why they feel so strongly about the murder of a person they can’t remember, or a baby that - as far as they know - they have no ties to, but they do. They feel very strongly about it, and while they can’t explain those feelings, they will act on them. 

[artistsoftheapocalypse]

For Alice it would be her silver shroud armor. While Kent will be the one to approve the armor she is the one who maintains it. At the very least it becomes less of a set piece and more hers.

"Spare parts? Just tell me what you need! It's okay, I have a pocket for EVERYTHING."

[fallout4reacts]

Short fic about pining Danse who’s sole is banging Maxson to the beat of “In the Next Room” by Neon Trees.

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Johan Christian Dahl (1788-1857) "Morning after a Stormy Night" (1819) Oil on canvas Romanticism Located in the Neue Pinakothek, München, Germany

[chubbyarcade]

Jim’s lucky that he’s cute.