#temp fallout verse tag

[inplakabl]

@starkunlimited

“And you are a pain in my ass.  So I guess that makes us…Not at all even.”  What he does know is that feeding her is like feeding a stray puppy or kitten.  He’s done it, so now he’s never going to get rid of her, especially now.  “That’s my next to last bottle of the actual good stuff I brought from New York, by the way, so you better nurse it slow.  It’s all you get.”

Can he go back and get more?  Of what has become a swiftly dwindling supply?  Yeah, sure.  Is he?  Eh.  Maybe, maybe not.  But he’s not going to tell her that.

He hauls himself out of the chair he’s been sitting in and places his own bottle on the kitchen island of the former military base’s mess hall-turned-living area.  He doesn’t, after all, need an entire kitchen just for himself - seeing as how he hasn’t bothered with advancing his own culinary skills whatsoever since the bombs dropped - so it’s simply made sense to turn it into a little apartment.  “You should think about going to New York at some point.  I mean, I’m not desperate for friends there or anything but…It’s better than here.  At least for-”

He pauses there.  Boy, this whole not wanting to seem like he’s pitying her (because he’s not) is…Not going the way he’s wanting it to.  “Well, for everyone.  We got food carts.  We got a few bodegas.  Some of the boroughs you can’t even tell they were hit in some places.  It’s just…A lot more like…You know.  Then.  There.  Not like here where I feel like I should pull on my pilgrim hat and go find an irradiated turkey to eat or something.”

it’s wine. real wine

none of this mutfruit garbage, or vaguely grapey flavored windshield wiper fluid. it’s real wine, with some incomprehensible french garbage on the label and a rich velvety taste that slides down her throat far too easily. it’s definitely the best thing she’s had to eat or drink or touch in at least a century. 

she sighs, happy to sprawl on Tony’s sofa and drink his wine, just like old times. 

“        the turkey is awful, go for the radchicken.       “    new york... well it’s certainly an idea. there wasn’t exactly a whole lot keeping her in the commonwealth. she’s not oblivious to what he’s doing. subtle was never Tony’s strong suit.  but... she’s exhausted. the wasteland is exhausting. she misses life before the war. she misses humanity. she misses being human. and she misses society, desperately.     r e a l     society, not what run down, rag tag little settlements that had begun to crop up. maybe he’s sugar coating it, but it sounds nice. nicer than tiptoeing around the factions of the wasteland and smacking rad roaches every three feet, at the least. 

not to say she’s made up her mind. she does like to keep an air of mystery, after all. 

“         i suppose it has been quite some time since i last broke into one of your homes.    “  she’d bet a pretty penny he’s still in the tower-- or whatever’s left of it. she’d also bet he’d upped security to an obnoxious degree. and somehow she very much doubted jarvis would recognize her. a fun little challenge that would be. 

“           still keep the wine in the same place?      “

[shellheadtmarc]

anyway, i’ve been thinking about like.  all the verse-dependent kids (there’s actually not that many but), and their unique situations?  like it’s kinda funny how it panned out, honestly, because three have every advantage in the world, and the one most likely to survive and keep a cool head is the one born in a post-nuclear wasteland.

+ sophie (single parent au): got dropped off by @propiratey in the middle of the night figuring tony would know who to call to get her where she needs to go, he ends up adopting her, and now he’s doing the single parent thing, balancing iron man and the avengers and stark industries and showing up to ballet recitals and tying shoes and braiding hair and honestly trying his best.  he even finally learned how to cook.  best supportive dad, loves his dottir, 10/10 would recommend.

+ pickle (groj verse):  orphaned, kind of shares him with his pa marcie, is going to grow up hating that nickname (his name is dillon).  has kind of a weird living situation, between tony and marcie, and tony’s not even officially legally his dad, who cares tho.  as a baby wears superhero onesies and gets carried around in a swaddle.  definitely spoiled.  has, unfortunately, been in the spotlight since he was a baby, hot debate rages about his parentage in the gossip rags.

+ noelle (director of shield verse):  one of the few bio kids, has both parents together and in the picture - which is what’s otherwise missing from these scenarios.  had tony wrapped from second one she was even a thought.  she might be a baby right now but with both her parents she’s genetically trouble with a capital My Dad Is Tony Stark.  part alien (you know the weird has to come in somewhere, this is marvel).  with anna and tony being anna and tony, probably going to end up with a younger sibling at some point.

+ quinn (fallout 4 verse):  and then quinn.  oh, quinn.  the result of a real casual quick thing, but tony and zetta are still friends.  best mistake tony’s made, 10/10 would not actually recommend but does not regret.  quinn’s voted most likely to survive in a crisis because he’s a wastelander.  too smart for his own good.  has two older brothers (synth shaun and duncan).  has a huge extended family with superheroes, sorcerer supremes, asgardian gods, spies, a whole militia, semi-immortal socialites and scientists, snipers, super mutants, the entire fucking railroad, ghouls, and more, so has the largest support network.  has no idea what a college fund is.  super unique living situation because of the commune-like nature of it, with it being the wasteland - really does take a wasteland to raise tony stark’s kid, is what i’m saying.

anyway, the oc babies.  i love them, look at them.  

[crowspy]

// verse: fallout (cliffnotes)

(shit is still long, check under the cut)

history

overview - born in 2254 at raven rock as shouta yamamoto - if asked, he’ll insist he doesn’t have parents and instead spontaneously burst into existence one day as a fully grown adult - in truth, both of his parents died when he was still a baby, and he doesn’t have any memory of them, as he was primarily raised by the enclave’s nursery and education system - the enclave put a heavy emphasis on Patriotism and Loyalty and Group Think, but those who were more prone to independent and quick-thinking were encouraged to pursue careers in the secret service over the department of the army and scientific fields - so, to the secret service he went. aside from the duty of protecting the president, the enclave’s secret service also served as their intelligence agency (canon) - shouta proved to thrive in training for surface missions, particularly those requiring long-term undercover assignments - he wasn’t prone to forming close bonds even among those who raised him and he was raised alongside; he exhibited high amounts of independent thinking and persistence in the face of obstacles (which also meant he was prone to making trouble around the base); he proved to be “irritatingly patient” when it came to achieving his goals, and even when bored and restless, he didn’t lose sight of those goals; he showed an aptitude for stealth-oriented combat ... - yeah, all in all, he perfectly qualified as “get him the fuck out of here so he can make himself useful to us out there getting information”

personal life growing up - his difficulty forming close bonds started when he was very young, as a matter of course from the lack of solid parental figures, let alone remotely caring ones - sprinkle in a dose of lingering pre-war anti-asian racism (which survived thanks to the enclave’s nationalistic attitude) [headcanon], and he wasn’t exactly encouraged or motivated to grow close to anyone - this in particular met badly with his stubborn streak and small stature, which all combined into him learning to be an underhanded little shit who liked to stir up trouble just to annoy everyone around him - he also learned to keep his true opinions to himself, because the enclave is heavy-handed in its punishments (especially those considered potentially traitorous) [headcanon], and while he liked being difficult in nature, he also liked having basic privileges and being alive - all of those qualities that made him useful to the secret service were born more or less out of a survival instinct - he had a reputation — among both his peers and the adults in charge of him — of being a nosy, noisy, restless, easily bored, passive aggressive smartass, thanks to the above traits coupling with his high need for mental stimulation - he didn’t so much have friends among his peers as he had people he found entertaining and who thought he was funny ... but none of them were willing to back him up if (when) he ever got in trouble (which contributed to that whole “not forming close bonds” thing) - the enclave believed in using harsh punishments on those who stepped out of line, to make them an example of improper behavior [headcanon]. with shouta, though, all that did was drive him farther away from their core beliefs - it was kind of a vicious circle, oroborous-style. the enclave’s treatment of shouta caused him to question them, and the more he questioned them, the worse things got for him - but he was always careful to toe that line so he wouldn’t get exiled or executed, and he worked hard at his training to prove himself useful so they’d be even more reluctant to permanently get rid of him - overall, though, the general populace was glad to see him sent out into the wasteland and shouta was equally glad to get the fuck out, if not more so

secret agent man - he was deployed as a secret service undercover operative at the age of eighteen - it was around this time he first started using the name “bellamy” as his code name - his ability to learn fast and think quick on his feet helped to get him established. he ended up so successful at his job that he ended up staying out of the bunker for months at a time, and never had to break his cover - while it was tempting to use his cover to disappear into the wasteland and cut ties with the enclave, there were a couple of things keeping him from doing that - reason number one being that he wasn’t immune to the way the enclave conditioned its members. he still ended up with a longing to be connected to a group, to a greater cause, and even if he didn’t really fall in step with the enclave’s party line, the enclave was part of his identity - reason number two being the simple fact that he didn’t want to have to look over his shoulder for the rest of his life, waiting for his former family to come hunt him down and kill him for turning traitor

the fall of the enclave - he was twenty-three when the lone wanderer left vault 101, and he had no knowledge of the truth behind president eden’s plan - he was also fortunate enough to not be at raven rock when the lone wanderer led the brotherhood of steel and liberty prime to the enclave’s doorstep - his partner at the time had a wife who was a first lieutenant in the military, and when she managed to escape with a band of others, she refused to leave without louis — so when they stopped to collect him, they got +1 bellamy, too - louis and bellamy used their undercover skills to help the others stand out less in order to increase their chances of surviving as they fled the capitol wasteland - once they reached the commonwealth, the survivors scattered, only keeping bare minimum coded radio contact throughout the next ten years

the commonwealth - by the time of 2287, bellamy is aged thirty-three and has staked a range of jobs to make a living, including: - scavving (in general and also for hire, since his stealth skills made it possible for him to slip in and out of locations to retrieve items for pay) - acting as an informant (for just about anyone, unwittingly even giving information to institute agents) - farming (for a very brief period of time, for the sake of having the new experience) - a caravan guard (he didn’t enjoy this too much) - mercenary (not as a heavy, though; he took on the quieter jobs, the kind that his employers didn’t want to draw attention to) - starting in 2285, he started operating out of diamond city, first running general errands and running specific scavving requests for shopkeepers and citizens - about a year or so later, he also signed on with the railroad as a tourist, feeding them information about goings-on within diamond city (codename? corby) - as he gradually earned trust, he worked his way up into a cushy job for an upper stands citizen as a personal assistant — still running errands they don’t want to deal with themselves, but also delivering messages and handing sticky social, then political situations, earning him even more reputation points

personality

positive traits: adaptable, communicative, independent neutral traits: curious, cautious, extroverted negative traits: nosy, obnoxious, trust issues wants: constant stimulation, information, a group to belong to doesn’t want: physical contact, boredom, to fall back in with enclave-like groups

- high energy, leading to near constant restlessness - too smart for his own damn good - high need for mental stimulation - which means boredom is a major problem - and yet has been known to be frustratingly patient when pursuing end goals - hoards information — knowing as much as possible is a safety net for him - interested in literally everything; prone to self-educating - this includes other people, and this interest is genuine; doesn’t believe there’s such a thing as “boring people” - curious, nosy - but cautious; doesn’t like to make a move unless he knows as much as he can, whenever feasible, and doesn’t like to make enemies whenever possible - adaptable and opportunistic - communicative, talkative (notorious for Never Shutting Up) - independent — works well on his own, isn’t prone to emotionally relying on anyone - externally-oriented (and not introspective, like... at all) - social, likes being around people and is energized by it - in addition, he likes being a member of A Group™, and likes having a group identity, both for emotional reasons and resource reasons (having access to people who know things he doesn’t and can do things he can’t) - but at the same time, emotionally distant — for all his energy, he isn’t actually much of a warm person (and he’s really bad at emotional support) - demonstrates affection by presenting gifts and experiences, and by performing acts of espionage on their behalf without their knowledge or consent - generally forms loose bonds; he might like someone just fine, but if it comes down to it, he has no issue dropping most everything and leaving it all behind - secretly a soft touch, though, especially for kids and underdogs in general - for all that he doesn’t think twice about morality, he still manages to have a conscience, which is something he rues - honestly not a terrible guy, when it comes down to it - hands-on boundary learning... meaning he’ll do everything he can to try to “accidentally” hit people’s buttons at least once so he knows where the limits are - pragmatic, practical, not prone to idealism, but not exactly a cynic, either - not ambitious — he’ll take what he can get and make what he can’t, but doesn’t have any desire to climb social ladders for the sake of power or control - somehow manages to do poorly and very well with authority at the same time, born out of a youth of pushing the line almost to the point of breaking, but being very careful not to break it - another way his lack of ambition (and ego) is exhibited is in the fact that he has no desire to show off or prove that he’s the smartest in the room (he’d actually rather be overlooked than get in a pissing contest, and honestly he wants to be underestimated. it’s a safety thing) - in addition, he doesn’t like responsibility, so there’s that aspect of it, too — if he isn’t in charge, someone has to be - unfortunately, his soft spot and conscience can combine to him taking on responsibility, because he doesn’t feel he could live with himself if he walked away...

bonus (non-personality) - Does Not Like Physical Contact - doesn’t even like being reminded he has skin, so he covers up as much as possible - overall doesn’t like being reminded of his physical existence - if he slowed down to self-inspect and/or had the resources, he’d figure out that he’d be happiest identifying as non-binary. he wouldn’t change his pronouns, but it’d help him be more comfortable in his body - he’s also likely aroace

personality typings mbti: ESTP enneagram: type 6 wing 5, self-preserving/social sun sign: gemini temperament: sanguine-choleric dæmon: american crow hogwarts house: ravenclaw

stats

birth name: shouta yamamoto code/chosen name: bellamy rook age: 33 height: 5′2″ hair color: black hair style: mid-length, bangs covering his forehead, does he have ears? nobody knows eye color: dark brown ethnicity: japanese descent face claim: fujiki naohito

(the below is written as an amalgamation of the systems in fallout 3, new vegas, and 4)

Strength: 5 Perception: 9 Endurance: 4 Charisma: 8 Intelligence: 12 Agility: 7 Luck: 7

tagged skills: speech, sneak, lockpick

most used skills: tagged skills, small guns, melee weapons, barter

traits: small frame, wild wasteland

perks: big leagues 4, armorer 3, blacksmith 2, pickpocket 4, rifleman 3, awareness 2, locksmith 3, lead belly 1, cap collector 2, lone wanderer 1, inspirational 1, medic 1, gun nut 2, hacker 3, scrapper 2, science! 1, nerd rage! 1, gunslinger 4, sneak 5, mister sandman 3, action boy 1, moving target 1, ninja 3, better criticals 2, critical banker 1

general equipment: non-unique version of deliverer, hunting rifle, combat knives (too many), grenades, any variation of gas mask (very common to see him with one on when not undercover). doesn’t have a typical outfit because he dresses to blend in, but when he’s being himself instead of a cover, he dresses in layers on layers on layers

factions: enclave, railroad (tourist), diamond city, caravans

loves: peaceful resolutions to violent scenarios, asking for more information, running cases for nick valentine, speaking as silver shroud, being supportive of travis during confidence man

likes: sarcasm, nice response, lockpicking, armor modding

dislikes: mean response, genetic purity sentiment or anything resembling it (like human elitism), supporting the brotherhood party line

hates: mean sarcasm, violent response, nudity, murder, brotherhood ending

companion perk: a light touch — when using light melee weapons, your damage and effectiveness is based on either your agility or your strength, whichever is higher. (standard: all melee damage and effectiveness is based on strength)

affinity quest: TBD

[inplakabl]

@starkunlimited

He’s been here, out past Natick at the old power junction, assessing its viability as a place to plant people in a permanent home (and deciding, yeah, it’ll do - the fence and the remaining buildings are the deciding factor on that), for about a week, outside of the scope of any other settlement he can recall right off hand, in a place no trader wanders through (yet), and he finds it really hard to believe that he hasn’t been a pain in the ass to locate.

His first instinct is to hold the ghoul that’s turned up out of nowhere at gunpoint, because the wasteland has taught him many things since the bombs dropped, and on that list of things is to be wary of strangers, because not everyone wants to make friends.  Some will kill you for the caps in your pocket, no matter how few they might be.  Some will do it for the pleasure of it.  There’s always rumors of ghouls turning feral, but it’s not one he puts a lot of stock in, since he’s never actually seen it happen for himself.  But the wasteland has made him wary, suspicious, and it takes more than a few seconds for things to connect.  That there’s something entirely, uncomfortably familiar about the raspy voice, the stance and posture, the way she carries herself.

“L-”  No.  No, no, it can’t be.  It shouldn’t be.  Ghoulification is a form of immortality, in a sense, as much as the arc reactor sitting in his chest has been, but it’s a fate he doesn’t think he’d have wished on anyone.  “Liz?  Liz Swann?”

The moment he says her name, he knows it’s true.  And isn’t that something that leaves him with a mishmash of conflicting feelings.  As much as she’d been a pain in his ass before the war, she’s alive.  She’s still upright and breathing in this shitsack world, something familiar and from home.  It also explains, yeah.  If anyone could track him down on nothing at all, it’s her.  It’s always been her.  He has no clue how she’s always managed it, but he doesn’t doubt for a second it wasn’t that big of a deal.  On the other…Ghouls don’t have it easy, not with the way people can be suspicious and bigoted in the name of survival out here.  He lowers the laser pistol, from where he’d drawn it on her from his perch on the catwalk of the oversized warehouse, not sure if he should apologize for her current state of being (because isn’t it - at least partly - his fault?) or make a joke.

“If you’re here to mooch again you’re, like, two hundred years too late.”  He starts down the rickety metal steps, ignoring the way they sway and move under him.  Those’ll have to be replaced.  “I’ve got a handful of caps and a half empty bottle of Mezcal I found and it’s mine.”  His feet find the overgrown floor of the warehouse and he breathes a silent sigh of relief:  At least the whole thing hadn’t shaken apart under his weight.

“Where the hell have you been.”  

in actuality, it hadn’t been easy-- but well, he hardly needed to know that. she had hardly believed it when she first heard the rumors, but when faced with so very many rumors she could hardly resist the siren call of curiosity. link by link, person by person { or at least, those willing to speak with things like her } she had followed the rumors to their root, and well. wasn’t that a helluva surprise. 

though, she really shouldn’t have been surprised-- if anyone could possibly survive nuclear annihilation, then 250 years of irradiated hellscape afterwards, it was Tony Stark.

the apocalypse had taken everything from her. her friends, her purpose, her life-- even her body, leaving her nothing more than her brain and a rather hideous collection of scars and smells. how could she be expected not to take back what she could? even petty revenge was revenge. the caps in her pocket, the swords on her belt, the rifle over her shoulder. it paled in comparison to life before the end of the world, but she had managed to do well enough for herself and reclaim her existence from the fallout. she had always been greedy, hungry for more-- she would take back whatever sliver of her life she could-- even an annoyingly moralistic do gooder irritatingly snarky and infuriatingly brilliant sliver. 

“      in the flesh.      “  elizabeth smiles, a fraction of the tension melting from her shoulders, relaxing her stance as relief washes over her. at the same time, something tightens in her chest. after all this time, even with this body. he had recognized her. she really hadn’t thought he would, genius and all. she certainly wouldn’t blame him if he hadn’t-- she barely recognizes herself most days. but he recognizes her, and it hurts, and it’s bittersweet, and warm, and it very nearly makes her want to cry. 

“     here and there.    “    two hundred and fifty years is a long      l o n g      time to fill. society was gone and most of the world with it. while her career choices had left her better prepared for the apocalypse than most, the learning curve had been steep for everyone. navigating the wasteland was difficult at best and in spite of her..... condition, death was never too far away. 

“       most recently in goodneighbor.       “    goodneighbor suited her. and considering her current state of appearance her housing options were rather limited, weren’t they. at least in goodneighbor, she was just another ghoul rather than the most frightening thing in the room.

“        miss me?     “   she smiles, mischievous, teasing him just like in the good old days. she had definitely missed him-- though she hadn’t quite realized exactly how much before having Tony in her life became an actual possibility again. standing before him, seeing that he is real and flesh, and somehow miraculously alive feels like a victory-- something the war hadn’t managed to ruin, to steal away. 

[shellheadtmarc]

“I think it’s not wet enough.”

“Between the two of us, who’s the one with the chemistry and engineering background who revolutionized clean energy and who’s the guy who does birthday parties in a literal sentient cloak.  I think I got this.”  He does not got this.  He’s so far from having this it’s ridiculous.

But he’s going to say he’s got this anyway.

“It’s Instamash, how hard can it actually be.  You take the disturbingly preserved dried potatoes.  You take water.  You mix the two.”  Which is exactly what he’s done, but the package is two hundred years old, the ink hasn’t held up on it, and the instructions are more than a little blurred.  So maybe his measurements were off.  It happens.  It also happens that what they have is a lump of mashed potatoes in the bottom of the pot that has the consistency of drying cement.

“Besides, even if it does need more water, it’s not like that’s hard.”  And to prove his point, he pulls out his canteen, to add a bit more until it reaches the right viscosity and-  “-Shit.”

There’s a pause, as he fishes the canteen - now empty - back out of the Instamash, shaking it off as he does so, before hoping against hope that if it gets stirred a little it’ll even out and not be a soupy mess.  “So, theoretically, say I somehow managed to add too much water.  What’s the overall feeling toward bloatfly.”

realistic sex : accepting sadly : @rahasyamay