#thestposting

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Sorry for such a lack of content for the past few months, but I needed a serious break; much as I love Fallout, I’d gotten a bit burnt out by it, but now I’ve started delving back into my favourite one of the series and have been having a blast skulking around the Capital Wasteland again!

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Headcanons for my fave ghoul

Hey there, time for Thest to give y’all something absolutely no one asked for: my Charon headcanons!

He’s a softie under that gruff, bitter exterior, but everyone knows that already

Westerns are his thing; he was obsessed with then pre-War, and whenever he and Lone are wandering and come across books, he reads the westerns before they give them to he Brotherhood scribe at the library

He used to have a really good singing voice, and still doesn’t sound half-bad when he sings after being ghoulified; just a bit more rough than he used to be

Charon is an artist; he has a notebook that he uses just for sketching, though it hasn’t seen much use since before his employment to Ahzrukhal; once he sets off with Lone, however, he begins to fill the pages again with drawing and doodles of random things he sees

Headcanons specific to him in my fics:

His real name is August Randall Donovan and he was born September 7, 2048

Was raised by a single mother after his abusive father ran off with a waitress, got his first job working at an auto shop at 14, as he was always good with vehicles and they needed the extra income

Pre-War he was an army boy and he was at Anchorage I'm convinced that the person you play in the Operation: Anchorage simulation is him and no one can tell me otherwise

He was drafted into the army at 18, and enrolled in a special training program along with four other young men. They were assigned a contract that they were beholden to, and trained to follow every order in combat given to them by whomever held their contract. Outside of combat they were to be vigilant and protect their employers, and Codename: Charon was among the best of them, taking to the program like a natural.

Though a lot of his 'brainwashing' has worn off, he still feels the pull to follow orders, though resisting has become easier over the years

Secretly a huge, sentimental idiot who keeps things that Cat gives him, even something as mundane as a note saying she went out for Brahmin milk

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My favourite Wastelander lookin’ cute, as always!

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Rules: Pick ONE of your OCs and THREE of their relationships (friends, parents, LIs, whatever). Find a gif that represents each relationship.

I was tagged by @nuka-nuke, thank you!!!

I’m gonna tag @wasteland-dan, @chemkidzaffi, @courierpat, and @mojavemina!

Cat & Charon

She’s always doing reckless, dangerous things, putting others before herself, and it often makes Charon angry because he loves her and wants her to be safe. When he puts himself in harm’s way for her, she feels the same; it’s a constant cycle of being angry at the other for doing something that could hurt them, simply because they love each other too much and don’t want to see the other hurt.

Cat & Butch

The best of friends, closer as siblings, Butch and Cat adore each other and always have each other’s backs. Whenever one of them is feeling down and just need someone to make them laugh, they know they can go to the other; they pull pranks on each other and bicker constantly, but in the end they know that the love that they have is forever. 

Cat & James

She and her father had a...complicated relationship, brought on by James comparing Cat to her late mother for most of her childhood, and then leaving the Vault without saying anything to her. However, he always supported her in everything she wanted to do when she was a child, even when that was taking apart their Mr Handy and setting fire to her bed with the exposed wires. Despite the difficulties in their relationship and the short amount of time they had together once she found him again, neither doubted the other’s love right to the bitter-sweet end.

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“The rain to the wind said, ’You push and I’ll pelt.’ They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged–though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.”

-Robert Frost

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“Sometimes you’ve just got to stop in the middle of the Wasteland for a photo shoot.”

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bringing u more prompts, 125

125. “I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

GET READY FOR A RARE FLUFF PIECE FROM ME, YOU BEAUTIFUL BITCH ♥ (I changed the wording a little bit to fit better)

Early-morning sun filtered through the busted blinds on the window, illuminating the dust particles floating through the air and painting the room a rusty red colour; a warm body was pressed against his on the soft bed, slender arm thrown across his chest a pleasant weight to the ghoul. Shifting carefully so as not to wake her Charon rolled to his side, hand idly trailing along Cat’s side as he studied her face, so peaceful and free of worry in slumber.

She stirred and his hand stilled, resuming his firm yet gentle touches once she’d settled down again; Charon didn’t want her to wake up quite yet, wanted to lay in the quiet house they’d set up in for the night and take in the peace while it lasted. Were it not for the stale scent in the air he could almost pretend that everything was normal, that the war had never happened and he was simply a man again, enjoying a lazy morning with his love.

Cat shifted again and let out a soft groan, the arm around him tightening as she pressed her face to his chest and sighed; Charon’s hand moved up to her hair, dark tresses having escaped the braid he’d woven them into last night, twirling a lock around one finger as he waited for Cat to fully wake up. It took a few long moments but she eventually pulled back, hazel eyes opening slowly and a smile curving her lips as she looked at him; Charon’s heart stuttered at the sight, still bewildered that such a look could be directed at him.

“Mmm, good morning,” Cat said, voice slightly hoarse.

Charon returned her smile, letting go of the hair he’d been playing with to instead brush his fingers lightly over a freckled cheek. “Good morning.”

“It’s so early,” Cat glanced around, noting the lighting in the room. “How long have you been up?”

He shrugged, hand falling back to the dip of her waist. “Not long; I was going to wake you soon, but you looked very relaxed.” The wanderer smiled, pulling away from Charon and shimmying out from beneath his arm to sit up and stretch, letting out a delighted moan as her joints popped. Blue eyes greedily raked over her figure, expanse of tanned skin bared to him marred by scars and covered in freckles; noticing his gaze Cat flushed, glancing down at the surprisingly well-preserved blanket still covering her legs. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re staring.”

“I am. Is that…a bad thing?” He kept his face carefully blank, though inwardly he was worried that what had happened last night, and the closeness of the morning, was to be a fleeting thing.

Those fears were quickly assuaged when she reached out to touch his arm, fingers gently tracing over the exposed muscle, soft smile on her lips. “No, not at all; I just…I’ve never known anyone else who could make me feel this way.”

The ghoul pushed himself into a sitting position, catching her hand and holding it in his own larger one, thumb brushing across her knuckles. “What way is that?”

She hesitated, staring at their hands before moving hers to lace their fingers together, speaking after a moment’s pause. “Like I matter. I know that people out there rely on me and stuff, and that I’m ‘important,’” she interrupted as Charon’s mouth opened to counter her, “but they don’t…they don’t really care about me, just what I can do for them. You, though…you’ve always cared, even though you don’t have to. And I feel safe with you, out here in this damned wasteland where everything and everyone could try to kill me at any moment, you make me feel safe and wanted and like I actually matter.”

“Of course you matter, Cat; I–” He paused, frown pulling at the corners of his mouth as he considered his words. “You are very important to me. I don’t care what you can do for the wasteland; all I want is for you to be happy, and I will do everything I can to make that happen, because I love you.”

Her answering smile was small but genuine, hazel-green eyes bright with emotion as she squeezed his hand, leaning forward to press soft lips against his ruined ones in a gentle, chaste kiss. “You’re too good to me.” Her breath ghosted across his skin as she pulled back, shifting to climb off the bed; before she could get far Charon grabbed her, hauling her back to claim her lips once again, earning a delighted giggle from the wanderer. “Charon, we can’t,” she protested half-heartedly, leaning into the ghoul, “someone from the Brotherhood could walk in any time to get us.”

Charon growled, grip on her tightening as he pulled them both back down onto the mattress. “Let them.”  

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I got tagged in the 5 gifs for your OC meme! Thanks @mininuked, here’s some gifs that describe Cat~

Gonna tag @wasteland-dan @mojavemina and @courierpat

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39. “You need to keep pressure on it.”

Cat was panting hard, breath coming in short gasps as she pressed herself against the wall and slid until she hit the ground; shoving aside the last raider corpse Charon growled and lowered his shotgun, rushing to his employer’s side and looking her over with a practiced eye, ignoring the sharp pain in his side from where the bullet had hit him.

Her gaze shifted to his face as he knelt before her, a small smile curving her lips, split in the lower leaking blood at the movement; strands of blood- and sweat-drenched hair clung to her face, and bruises were beginning to bloom beneath her skin. Something in Charon’s chest tightened as he returned her smile, carefully reaching for her chin and tilting her head back to examine the worst of the bruising. Her skin was soft beneath his rough, worn fingers, velvet-smooth and sticky with blood, and Charon was sure had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

“You okay, big guy?” She asked as the ghoul looked her over, gaze raking over him and settling on the new tear in his armour. “Quit fussing over me, I’m fine, let me look at you.” Batting away his hands she moved with a groan to rest on her knees, forcing Charon to sit in front of her as warm hands explored the area around the wound. With a click of her tongue Cat reached for the buckles of his armour and began to work it off of him, Charon holding still so as to not get in her way, letting out a pained groan as the weight was suddenly lifted.

A sharp, hissed breath left the wanderer and she moved todig through her pack. “Okay, you’re bleeding more than I thought; hold on, I need to grab some stims.”

“I assure you, I will be fine,” Charon grumbled, sitting back and leaning against the wall with a grimace.

Cat’s answering glare was less than amused. “Yeah, you’ll be fine once I get you patched up, but for now,” she took a seat beside him again, pressing a bandage over the wound, “you need to keep pressure on it.”

He turned, mouth opened to protest once again, only to find her face mere inches from his own; up close he could see the freckles that littered her skin, the flecks of gold within the depths of her eyes, and his mind went blank, suddenly light-headed.

A flush coloured her cheeks as Cat pulled back, grabbing one of his large hands and replacing hers with it on the bandage. “Okay, just…just hold that, there, I’ll get you fixed up.” Still blushing Cat went to work with the stims, leaving Charon free to watch her.

Perhaps getting shot isn’t such a bad thing, after all.

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OKAY FINALLY HERE IT IS @radbeetle 

#20:  “I’ll protect you no matter what… even if it kills me”

Dr Li’s voice cut off with a crackle of the intercom, leaving an ominous silence behind as the two companions stared at each other. There was a look in her eyes, a calculating, resigned thing that had fear shooting through his body, chest tightening and stomach dropping as dread pooled there. Pressing her lips together in a thin line Cat turned away from him and moved to step into the chamber, Lyons letting out a soft noise at his side that mirrored his own sharp inhale once they realised what, exactly, their lone wanderer meant to do.

“Cat, wait a minute, stop. Cat!” She kept moving and Charon, frantic, reached out to grab her arm, pulling her towards him. “Catherine, please, don’t do this. Don’t go in there, we’ll find another way.” Looking up at him she blinked in surprise, stunned at his use of her full name, something that seemed so insignificant yet held so much power; it occurred belatedly to the ghoul that he’d never used it before. “There has to be another way.”

He hated how desperate, how pleading, he sounded, but he couldn't watch her go in there; Charon had seen what that level of radiation had done to her father, and the thought of losing Cat wasn't one he was willing to entertain.

A light pressure on his arm wrenched him back to the present, her lovely hazel eyes staring up at  him with a soft, unreadable expression. “Charon,” she said, his name sweet on her lips, “one of us has to do this, and I can’t lose you like I lost my dad. That would destroy me, Charon. This is my job, I'm the only one.”

“But, I—“

“No!” She cuts him off abruptly, eyes fierce and sharp as her tone. “Charon, you don’t understand, there is no other way; I have to do this.”

His grip on her arm tightened. “Cath, please, just let me—I could take it. I can’t let you do this; I’ll protect you no, no matter what...even if it kills me.”

Her answering smile was sad as she reached up to stroke the side of his ruined face. “Oh, Charon...don’t you know I feel the same?” With a heavy sigh she shook her head, glancing back towards the panel before turning and pulling him down for a fierce kiss. “I'm sorry, Charon,” she breathed against his lips, “there’s no other way. Please, forgive me...I love you.”

I love you. The words stunned him, heart skipping a beat and breath catching, mind going blank save for those three words, repeated over and over in her soft voice. Charon had never dared imagine those words would be directed at him and for a long moment, he was overcome with emotion he rarely allowed himself to indulge in—pure, undiluted feeling, love returned hundredfold to the beautiful woman who’d given his life meaning again.

He was distracted for a moment too long; small hands forcefully shoved him backwards, the ghoul stumbling uncharacteristically and snapping out of his stupor in time to see the purifier doors close, Cat’s back to him as she stepped resolutely towards the control panel.

“No!” The word cut through the air as he surged towards the door, banging uselessly on glass he knew wouldn't break; Cat’s shoulders tensed but she kept moving, her hand shaking as she typed in the code. “Cat, open the door!”

Alarms blare as radiation levels quickly rise, what remains of his skin prickling as the warmth of it seeps into his body, healing the few injuries he’d acquired on the way to the Memorial. He watched in horror as Cat turned and practically fell against the door, sliding down with an arm wrapped around her stomach, gasping for breath and looking up at him with wide, red-rimmed eyes.

“Charon...you, you have to g-go, please,” she choked out between laboured breaths, other hand reaching up to press her palm flat against the glass.

Dropping to his knees Charon mirrored her, shaking his head and growling low in his throat. “I'm not leaving you here!”

A weak smile pulled at her lips. “Stubborn...ghoul. ‘m so sorry.” Her words were slurring together, eyelids fluttering closed though she struggled against it, Charon banging against the glass once again.

“Catherine, Cathy please, s-stay with me.” Hot tears spilled from his eyes but the ghoul paid them no mind, pushing to his feet and gripping the edge of the door, heaving with all his strength. With a loud yell and the sickening pop of his shoulder dislocating he managed to get it open enough to squeeze through, collapsing on the ground next to Cat, who looked at him through half-lidded eyes. “No no, no, Catherine, don’t you dare!”

Grabbing her now-limp body Charon pulled her smaller form onto his lap, arms wrapping protectively around her as he leaned heavily against the door of the purifier; the radiation was quickly draining his energy, eyes struggling to stay open and ears straining to hear the sound of Cat’s laboured breathing.

It was almost...peaceful, sitting with her in the warm flood of radiation, alarm fading to a dull drone in the background. Weakly Charon lifted a hand and brushed stray strands of hair from Cat’s pale face, ripped fingers lingering for a moment on her soft skin; a sigh left him as his hand dropped, heavy, to his side, ghoul leaning his head back against the door and shifting to cradle his partner’s body against his chest. Dying here, with her, isn't so bad after all, was the last thought Charon had before the final threads of consciousness snapped and he gave in to the darkness creeping along the edges of his vision, pain receding as he drifted into black.

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just a general question for another fallout fan, what is your opinion though on those super-xtra-edgy hardcore 'fans' from no mutants allowed and RPG codex - specifically the ones that are super, super mad about modern fallout

In all honesty…I have no idea what any of this means?? I started playing Fallout a few years ago with Fallout 3, and just recently got back into it with Fallout 4. I really, really don’t know what’s drawn these sort of asks to my blog, I definitely don’t mind them and if someone wants to explain to me what this means I’d love to learn! But, haha, whatever I’ve posted to make it seem like I know? I probably just posted because it was funny/pretty/etc, I don’t know what this Means™

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i am, at the moment, ignoring the unfinished chapter two of ‘beauty bleak’ in favour of this strange fallout 4 thing that my brain produced

i’ll get back to that fic eventually, once i’ve planned out more, but for now--weird cat and charon fallout 4 au

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Still can’t believe this is one of my most popular posts

Headcanons for my fave ghoul

Hey there, time for Thest to give y’all something absolutely no one asked for: my Charon headcanons!

He’s a softie under that gruff, bitter exterior, but everyone knows that already

Westerns are his thing; he was obsessed with then pre-War, and whenever he and Lone are wandering and come across books, he reads the westerns before they give them to he Brotherhood scribe at the library

He used to have a really good singing voice, and still doesn’t sound half-bad when he sings after being ghoulified; just a bit more rough than he used to be

Charon is an artist; he has a notebook that he uses just for sketching, though it hasn’t seen much use since before his employment to Ahzrukhal; once he sets off with Lone, however, he begins to fill the pages again with drawing and doodles of random things he sees

Headcanons specific to him in my fics:

His real name is August Randall Donovan and he was born September 7, 2048

Was raised by a single mother after his abusive father ran off with a waitress, got his first job working at an auto shop at 14, as he was always good with vehicles and they needed the extra income

Pre-War he was an army boy and he was at Anchorage I’m convinced that the person you play in the Operation: Anchorage simulation is him and no one can tell me otherwise

He was drafted into the army at 18, and enrolled in a special training program along with four other young men. They were assigned a contract that they were beholden to, and trained to follow every order in combat given to them by whomever held their contract. Outside of combat they were to be vigilant and protect their employers, and Codename: Charon was among the best of them, taking to the program like a natural.

Though a lot of his ‘brainwashing’ has worn off, he still feels the pull to follow orders, though resisting has become easier over the years

Secretly a huge, sentimental idiot who keeps things that Cat gives him, even something as mundane as a note saying she went out for Brahmin milk