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historicalvandal · 1 year ago

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𝙰 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎 / 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 Hello all I'm The Avatar, or just Val, I'm a rolepayer (obvi lmao) I'm a huge lover of historical roleplays and fandom roleplays! I'm a semi literate to advanced literate roleplay, I use third person in my roleplays and I usually roleplay over on discord but I'd love trying to roleplay here on tumblr, I'm new to the platform so I hope my formatting is alright at the least, I usually try to mirror my partners to the best of my ability, I want to try and do open roleplays here whilst also posting roleplay ads so I can also make some friends on discord! I'm huge into fandoms, and obviously historical stuff, I'd like to say i don't have many rules but I do have a few rules for roleplay - - Third person only in roleplay please. - I'll only accept people who are eighteen and up since I don't roleplay with minors. - No Gary Stues or Mary Sues. - Please talk to me ooc I'd love to be friends and talk more about our roleplay (if on discord mainly) - Within historical roleplays it isn't always needed to one hundred percent accurately portray horrible actions that may have happened in history, as much as I want historical accuracy I don't want to go too far. - Be patient please, sometimes it takes me a while to respond other times I have all the time in the world, I appreciate people being patient with me. - To start a roleplay you can always reply to my open roleplays, or send me a message! - I do not like script or one to two sentence roleplays, please don't try and do one liners with me. - I love drama in my roleplays so the more drama the merrier, just please plan out some drama with me if we are roleplaying on discord, I love to know what drama my partners can come up with! - Please be okay with LGBTQ+ relationships, as I do M x M and F x F. Thanks for reading my rules, my fandoms are listed below - Fandom List ; Game of Thrones, House of the dragon, Across the spiderverse and into the spiderverse, Texas chainsaw massacre, Halloween, My bloody valentine, Fallout four, MW2 and 3, My little pony gen four and five, MLP Equestria girls, Starwars, AC Valhalla, AC Odyssey, The Simpsons, Jurassic Park, Avatar (the blue people) , Peaky Blinders, Vikings, Narnia, Marvel, TWD (show and game), Hetalia, Hamilton, Ghosts BBC, Yonderland, HTTYD, Our flag means death, Clone high, Z nation, South park, Red dead redemption 2, Elvis presley (not really a fandom but a person lmao-) , Hunchback of Notre Dame (disney version) , The lion king (human AU), Moana, pretty much Disney lmao, Avatar the last airbender (new fandoms in purple :P) Kingdom of Heaven and Planet of the apes

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southparkhcsocs · 11 months ago

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time to write like a madman about my own south park au btw. i will be fucking this up

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South park fallout au???

SIGN ME UP BABES!!!!

#🍋 anon

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dark-cynder49 · 9 months ago

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I’m having a lot of fun coming up with scenarios for the South Park Fallout Au…

(And a little Synth Butters cameo!)

#cyn art #south park #south park au #south park fallout au #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas #sp #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #eric cartman #butters leopold stotch #southpark fanart #south park fanart

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fence-time · 2 years ago

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More on the South Park/Playground Au thing

The Hermitcraft kids want to play superheroes on the playground but the Empires kids want to play kingdoms so they do the next most reasonable course of action

Fist fighting each other.

Grian causes some form of actual war/nuclear fallout.

Pearl was playing with the empires kids but then switched to the Hermitcraft kids.

She is dead to them. Except Sausage.

Oli sort of just showed up during one of their fights (actual fist fight with foam swords, buckets of water, Pearl’s actual gun) and decides he wants in.

Xornoth is Scott’s scary older brother.

Pris is just the private school kid that watches them fight

Doc is using some strange goop he found in the lab his parents work at.

Later some angry Karens get in a fight with them after causing a scene at the local supermarket so the kids as hero’s and good rulers do the best course of action.

Fist fighting them.

Damn poor pearl :( fist fighting is always the answer :)

#fence posts #playground au

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cagedchoices · 15 days ago

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FALLOUT AU - TIMELINE.

A (mostly) complete timeline of major events that occur within Caleb’s Fallout AU. Because the brainrot has a hold of me and won’t let go. 🫣

2035

February 2nd - Caleb Nichols is born.

2043

March 20th - Caleb’s mother abandons him during lunch at a diner due to undiagnosed mental illness and goes missing.

At 8 years old, and with no other known relatives to look after him, Caleb is placed with a foster family.

September 25th - Caleb’s mother is found and institutionalized to be treated for schizophrenia.

2052

July 4th - Caleb breaks his arm during an alcohol-involved car accident.

Energy Crisis shocks the United States.

Resource Wars begin worldwide.

United Nations collapses into ruin as countries withdraw to prepare for war.

2053

New Plague emerges in US, killing tens of thousands of people afflicted.

ZAX 1.0 computer first goes online, developed by Vault-Tec.

2054

US government sanctions Project Safehouse (Vault construction) to begin.

December 22nd - Caleb enlists in the US Army.

2055

Caleb enters Basic Training.

DELOS documents Caleb’s actions during a classified military training operation.

Caleb’s combat unit is deployed to provide Humanitarian Aid in the European Commonwealth.

West Tek establishes a research facility in California to work on a cure for the New Plague.

2059

Caleb’s standard enlistment term ends, he renews for another term.

Anchorage Front Line established to protect Trans-Alaskan pipeline.

2060

May 9th - Caleb is injured in an attack and pulled from active duty.

European Commonwealth collapses into European Civil War.

May 11th - Caleb returns home to Los Angeles.

US Energy Crisis worsens.

2062

New Plague continues to spread despite government containment efforts, fueling national paranoia.

2063

Majority of Vault Construction completed, with some exceptions.

2065

DELOS Inc. and its subsidiary, DELOS Destinations, are purchased by Vault-Tec.

June - Hot Summer, a nuclear reactor in New York City nearly suffers a supercritical event and catastrophic meltdown due to extreme energy demand. Power-rationing is implemented in response.

2066

US Military conducts test of next-gen nuclear weapon.

June - US ends trade talks, designates oil reserves and production for domestic use.

December - Sino-American War begins.

2070

Caleb meets and quickly falls in love with Uwade, marrying her.

Frankie Nichols, Caleb’s daughter, is born.

2076

January - Canada is officially annexed to the US.

Canadian riots are forcibly shut down, protestors executed without trial.

2077

January 10th - Battle of Anchorage Ends

DELOS, under orders from Vault-Tec, shuts down their theme parks due to low attendance records, but secretly continues their immortality project research.

October 16th - Caleb Nichols is Kidnapped.

October 23rd - The Great War Begins & Ends.

2077-2288 = 211 years elapsed

Over 2,500+ synth/host copies of Caleb are printed and subsequently destroyed, until a copy with complete fidelity to the original is achieved. (Build No. 2,532)

2288

Caleb No. 2,532 escapes to the surface, finding himself lost in what remains of San Francisco.

Caleb spends almost no time sticking around SF and immediately begins traveling south toward Los Angeles, now known as the Boneyard.

2296-2297

Events of Fallout (TV) Season 1.

Assuming Caleb is still alive at this point…it becomes pretty obvious to most people that he’s not aging as he should be.

#verse info.#war never changes — fallout au.#long post.

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ask-fallout-southpark · 7 years ago

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"H-hey there fourth wall.I'm Stan,Stan Marsh.How are yo-"

"Stan,what are you doing?"

"Just talking to the people beyond the fourth wall,Max.Thought I could tell 'em they can ask us some questions while we're resting."

"I doubt there'll be any questions."

"Make no mistake,I'm sure we'll get some questions...eventually."

"This blog is a mistake."

"Don't be so negative Max.Well,anyway,both Max and I are open for questions of any sort.."

"We're resting in Goodsprings until tomorrow morning,so we've got some time to kill.You guys can even just talk to us.It doesn’t need to be a question.Hell,you can even rant if you want."

"If you don't want to ask anything,that's pretty okay too."

"We'll just y'know...abandon the blog.Go on this journey without you guys..."

"Don't listen to him guys.He's just pissed because he has a lot of headaches...got shot the other day y'know,and we both got stabbed this morning too."

"I'll be better in a few days."

"Whelp,we've rambled for long enough.Welcome to the blog.Asks are open now so feel free to ask us anything.It's only the two of us for now.Sparky can’t talk,so he can’t answer anything."

“You can ask us anything honestly,we’re at the point where breaking the fourth wall means nothing.So,you can even ask anything to us about the games or whatever.Just remember I don’t know anyone apart from Stan at the moment.”

Asks are finally open for Max and Stan!

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kivea · 4 years ago

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Continuing my theme of making TOO MANY aus but

Fallout New Vegas AU with Craig as the courier and Cartman as Benny (the man who shoots the courier and leaves him for dead) and Craig travels all the way to the Strip to get revenge

And Kyle is a member of the Chairmen, who own the casino The Tops (a group ran by Cartman, who is trying to stage a coup on Mr. House who runs the whole Strip)

And Craig has to figure out how to get in to The Tops to get revenge on Cartman (spoiler: he totally gets in by seducing Kyle, but gotta keep it low key bcs Cartman can't know he's there)

I just really want an excuse to have that post nuclear apocalypse aesthetic and give Craig an array of guns and Kyle a suit, tie, and wingtip shoes uniform.

#cryle #south park #sp cryle #fallout au #my aus

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ramune-raven-art · 4 years ago

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South park au idea which I am going to make you are not allowed to:

Apocalypse mice. Basically imagine secret of nimh mixed with that horribly sad film 9 and sprinkle a bit of fallout.

I think this au would be fun to write!

Cartmans gonna be a rat lmao

#south park #south park au #secret of nimh #9 #fallout

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christophe-delorne · 6 years ago

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Gregstophe Week: Day 4

ANGER // SHOVEL & SWORD // APOCALYPSE AU

TITLE: Synthetic Love

WARNINGS: Swearing, smooching.

AGE: Young Adults. ( Early 20s )

NOTES: This is based in the Fallout Universe. You really don't need to know much about the games to enjoy this story since I try not to go into too much detail. Look. I can go into a lot of detail with Fallout, but I'm trying to keep it easy for everyone to enjoy. This is before Gregory turns into huge douchebag mode. So he's a bit of a softie in this story. Thought I'd change it up from my usual.

It was Gregory's first time to breath contaminated air, his first time seeing the actual sun through the haze of dust and the thin layer of contamination that still lingered on the horizon from a war long past. He spent his entire life safe underground, in the clean environment known as the Institute. He'd come from a line of scientists, dated back before the war, lucky enough to survive the nuclear fallout in the safety of their underground labs. Most weren't so lucky, though he wasn't sure who was luckier, the ones who died instantly, or the ones who managed to live and spend generations out here in the wasteland. He pulled his bandanna up from his neck and over the lower portion of his face, in an attempt to filter out at least the dust and grim.

Typically, the institute would send synths up to the surface to do research or gather data, the androids could withstand the dangerous environments of this desolate land. However, he'd volunteered this time to come topside and to do so was no small matter. It wasn't unheard of for a synth to go rouge, there was all sorts of unpredictable factors up here that could damage or corrupt their programming. Mutant creatures attacking, or even the lingering surviving humans who'd grouped up. In order to quell topsiders' rebellious nature, the Institute would use synths to infiltrate their societies, they looked human, could take the place of anyone seamlessly. And that led to paranoia among the wastelanders.

Gregory wasn't interested in that, not any more, he was interested in finding out why this one synth had stopped responding to his- no its' orders. He had to remind himself constantly that this synth was a human, he wouldn't dare let himself be deceived by his own creation. e'd been the chief of processing synths, designing them to blend in with wastelanders until the Institute noticed that his growing interest in synths had become compromised. He'd made one last synth, his masterpiece, one last big 'fuck you' before he was relocated to the research lab. When the synth went rouge a few months later, he'd been sent out to prove his worth and loyalty to the institute.

His synth had travel far to the edges of the commonwealth, formerly known as the New England states of America. What left of it anyways. Blue eyes stared at the rundown shack before him, surrounded by trees that were ragged looking, nothing like the lush trees within the Institute. Everything looked dreary and rundown. He'd known about it, but to see it with his own eyes was something else. What really drew his gaze was the man churning dirt in what he supposed was some sort of make shift garden, wielding a shovel with ease. One would pass him off as just another farmer trying to make it out here. However, Gregory knew better.

As he made his way closer, the man in the makeshift garden stopped digging, becoming aware of an intruder. Stabbing his shovel into the ground, he turned to look at his new guest. There was a brief expression of surprised recognition before it soured into a scowl, they both knew why he was here. He had to bring C9-25 back to the institute for either to be reprogrammed or destroyed, depending on how cruel the director wanted to be. Gregory could hazard a guess in which choice the man would chose, making this decision harder for Gregory, as it had been intended. Gregory stopped just outside the mangled wire fencing that was more of just a general outline of the garden than really intending to keep anything out.

"The fuck you doin' here?" The voice was harsh, just as Gregory remembered. Callous and rough, a small slight of rebelling against his own superiors.

"You already know the answer to that, Christophe." It was a solemn note, one that hurt to even broach the subject.

"Oh, so its Christophe now." The olive skin toned male wiped the sweat from his forehead, smearing dirt across it. Gregory had to appreciate how human like the synth was. The white tank top sticking to his form from the sweat, artificial sweat but so life like no one would suspect a thing. Gregory had taken care to put his heart and soul in creating him- it. Down to the smallest of scars and the crow's feet in the corner of its eyes. It was no wonder why his co-workers had grown suspicious with his obsession over this one synth.

"You've always been Christophe to me." Gregory countered, pleading almost for some sort of understanding.

"Fuck you and your fuckin' lil' group of prissy bitches who hide away safe and sound underground like cowards." He spat onto the ground as if talking about the Institute left a bad taste in his mouth. Gregory tensed as Christophe approached, heavy boots thudding on the freshly churned, contaminated soil. He was close now, too close. He smelled of sweat and earth, of hard labor, something Gregory had never done. Something he appreciated more than he would let on. All his secret desires and cravings had been placed within this synth. So, did that make him a bad person? Christophe had been designed by him, for him. Morally, it was wrong as Christophe had no personality of his own.

"Christophe, please be reaso-" Gregory was about to try to plead his case when he was suddenly seized by the front of his shirt and dragged forward up onto his toes. Chapped, rough lips crashed against his own before he could even realize what Christophe's intentions were. Panic swelled within him and his heart raced so quickly within his chest, it made his mind far too dizzy to calculate a proper response. However Christophe was all too ready to take advantage of finally finding a way to shut Gregory up, pressing his advantage by tilting his head. Damp warmth traced over the seam of Gregory's smooth lips, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake.

He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, his body no longer seemed to belong to him as Christophe's tongue suddenly invaded the once safe haven of his mouth. He was being swept up in this sudden fiery passion that he'd never experienced before. Certainly he'd kissed other girls, but nothing so wild and reckless as this, it was burning, branding him in his mind so that he'd never forget. It drove away every arguement, every mindless denial until he was left with nothing but his raw emotions. His tongue finally tried to make a press back, to fight back against Christophe conquering tongue, but this only seemed to drive Christophe further into a frenzy.

The synth, much stronger than the average human tried to drag Gregory impossibly closer, needing to feel their bodies pressed closer, to fulfill that secret desire they both had. A noise left Gregory, muffled by their kiss. The fence was digging into his stomach, broken wires digging past clothing and into soft flesh. Finally, Christophe seemed to grow aware of Gregory's pain and let go, leaving Gregory suddenly feeling vacated, Christophe taking all that passionate heat with him within an instant. Swollen lips remained parted, panting in a futile attempt to catch his breath, to remember something sane and reasonable. He was here for a reason, what was that reason again?

"I'm not goin' back, Gregory." That rough voice sounded deeper, drawing Gregory back away from his own internal musings to focus his attention back on Christophe. The synth he was supposed to be bringing back to the institute. If they knew what just happened, he would certainly be punished, perhaps even cast out into the wasteland. Gregory before had never been tempted by his emotions, raised from birth to join the ranks of the greatest minds alive. He was still human though, susceptible to desires and yearnings for things that he knew he shouldn't give in to. He'd failed in that aspect, but out of his failure he'd created Christophe.

There wasn't any other choice, if Gregory didn't bring Christophe back, the institute would just send correctional synths to forcibly destroy Christophe. If Gregory had found Christophe, so could others. There was no alternative to this situation. The Institute couldn't let their secrets, inside Intel just be out in the open, a unknown problem. Any rouge synth usually was either destroyed, had their minds wiped, or were reprogrammed again. Neither were options Gregory exactly liked. He didn't want to think about his creation being destroyed or Christophe forgetting about him. It was odd to feel so strongly about something that was considered a machine, but it hurt to think about the idea that Christophe would roam the wasteland, not knowing what he yearned for.

"You'll certainly be killed if you do not." Gregory tried his best to steady his voice, it was difficult to control his emotions when Christophe had successfully destroyed any sort of defenses he had built around himself. The Institute was a harsh place who prided itself on rational thinking, where emotions were frowned upon and seen as meant for humans with lesser intelligence. To be ruled by them so easily was viewed as shameful and yet here he was, a complete wreck in the time that he needed to have his guard strong.

"I've been thinkin' about that. Let's head west. As far as we can go, until the Institute can't find us, where no one can find us. " Christophe had a stubborn set to his jaw, his green eyes staring down Gregory as if in challenge, waiting for Gregory's protest, expecting it.

The idea of heading out into a world unknown to Gregory was daunting. He was used to a life of clean water and filtered air. Everything was clean and spotless and the only threat was maybe slipping on a freshly mopped floor. He'd seen and heard about the surface, of the mutant creatures that roamed the lands, about human raiders and giant green super mutated humans wrecking just as much havoc. This world was dangerous and Gregory wasn't certain if he would ever be ready to face it. He knew the further west from here grew into more and more desolate wastelands, of deserts and seas of radiation. No one that the Institute knew about had properly mapped out the States.

"Christophe..." He sighed out, already feeling weary by the sheer notion of leaving the safety of the Institute. "You know as well as I that the probability of my survival out here is low to begin with. Boardroom meetings and scientific debates I can face down with ease, but here?" Gregory gestured at their surroundings, it looked like it was free of what Gregory feared, for now.

"Damn it. Have a little more fuckin' faith in yourself, Gregory. I know you, I know you better than any of those damn assholes underground." Christophe ran his fingers through his hair, his gaze lowering to Gregory's lips, as if kissing him again would solve everything. He was right though. Christophe was apart of him, all the intimate details that Gregory put his heart and soul into. He'd never thought he'd be the type to rebel until Christophe came into being, it was the first mark of Gregory's resistance. The spark of his rebellious nature that had laid dormant this whole time, now that Christophe had returns, that spark was being fanned into a flame.

Far too long had it been suppressed, the Director had known the dangers Christophe possessed to the stable underground society. There was no room for independence and rebellion and he'd tried his best to douse the flames Gregory had created. It had been a mistake to send Gregory out, one the Director was not likely to acknowledge. Failure had never been an option, order was absolute. Just thinking about that ideologist churned within him, Gregory did like cleanliness, but he'd created a synth who liked to be dirty. He desired a contrast to excite him, to draw him in away from the boring white walls to the sweat slicked, sun-kissed skin of the man before him.

"I will go with you to the ends of the earth, Christophe, whatever it takes to stay with you."

#gregstophe #gregstopheweek #south park #gregstophe week #gregory #christophe #fanfiction #alternate universe #au #fallout #post apocalyptic #the mole #ze mole #fanfic #oneshot #gregory of yardale

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