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Is the outer world fandom still alive?
Anyways, here is my himbo captian Esteban having a discussion with Vicor Max
#the outer worlds#vicar max#maximillian desoto#captain of the unreliable#parvati#Parvati the outerworlds#my art#fanart#outer worlds fanart#the Simpsons quote#parvati holcomb
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✨ Faith and Max | [ 🔍 AU ] ✨
it's his captain's special day and you know what that means 💖✨🎉
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#I'm just a little guy and it's my birthday 🎉#also yippee first faith and max drawing in likeeee 4 fucking monthssssssss#my art#faith and max#the outer worlds#captain of the unreliable#vicar max#maximillian desoto#oc x canon
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Guys, the lighting and facial movements on the PS5 version of a The Outer Worlds is harrowing at some points.
Also, Martin's moon mouth moves now. They gave it an extra dose of disturbing. 😅
#the outer worlds#outer worlds#obsidian#martin#captain of the unreliable#parvati holcomb#nyoka ramnarim wentworth iii#sanjar nandi#ellie fenhill#felix millstone#maximillian desoto#vicar max#tow
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Part 2 of doodles for @the-laridian's fic Conrad Sadik which I took WAY too long to get out but it's whatever :') This one is mostly jokes but I love this fic lol
click to view the whole image! formatting is weird so they look like this to still be in the same order.
#not a log#outer worlds#the outer worlds#mango draws#fanart#Fanfic fanart#conrad sadik#vicar max#Captain Hawthorne#parvati holcomb#felix millstone#This took WAY too long to get out#But in my defense we had a hurricane and then I had a a painting competition and then I was sick and THEN I was on vacation w family#So.#Free afternoon of drawing The Guys yayy!
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for once i'm drawing canon outfits besides the default ones because i know everyone and their moms love this particular outfit and i imagine it would be a perfect fit for sanjar's band in the band au. i did give up drawing makeup for now because i struggle doing a decent job with it but just imagine him with some outrageous 70s or 80s style
#the outer worlds#vicar max#band au#my art#is this the band au or did the captain just sneak a firebird aboard hope and introduce guitars to halcyon
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Made an edit for the Unreliable crew ft this meme! :D
I've had this rattling in my brain for the last two days gljknkldsg :D
#the outer worlds#felix millstone#vicar max#parvati holcomb#ellie fenhill#nyoka ramnarim wentworth iii#also my 2nd time coloring parvati and nyoka rip i hope i did them ok#this is a mess rip#but it gets the point across ujgheg#oc:vince#captain hawthorne
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I saw that everyone was doing it and decided that I also wanted to :з
увидела как все делают и решила, что тоже хочу :з
Vicar Max and captain Heather: casual, after fight and alone
викарий Макс и капитан Хизер мои любимки ^о^
в повседневности, после тяжёлой битвы и наедине (͡° ͜ʖ͡°)
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And here is interrogator van Calox and lord captain von Valancius, in chronological order: act 2 (ceremony), act 3 (Comorragh), act 4 (after Ephrates) and postcanon (just married)
а тут у меня Хейнрикс и Ют, в хронологическом порядке: 2 акт (Церемония), 3 акт (Коморра), конец 4 акта (после Ефрата-2) и постканон (женатики)
дополнение!
actually, i'm shipping a troupre 🤭 love Jae, she is my crime partner, everything is sweet and chic with she and Ute, though Hein is get annoyed by her (only until act 4)
на самом деле я шипперю триОТП 🤭 Джай моя любимка, с Ют у неё всё сладко и шикарно, а вот Хейн бесится (до 4го акта 😏)
#the outer worlds#vicar max#maximillian desoto#oc: capitan heather#rogue trader#heinrix van calox#jae heydari#oc: lord captain ute#oc × canon#picrew
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To me Phineas Welles is transgender and did his own top surgery
#“how would he even do his own surgery” science. duh#vinny rambles#the outer worlds#thinking of phineas x my captain x vicar max as some old man yaoi holy trinity#phineas welles
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The Waking - 14 - The End
The Outer Worlds - The Captain/Vicar Max
In which the Vicar meets his match.
Plans change, even Grand ones. So do people. Your captain on this flight is cryo-sick, dissociating, and might be dead. Prepare for turbulence.
Full chapter on AO3
Evangeline lay upon the sand, her hand outstretched, fingers in the surf. Her eyes closed, her breath slow and deep, her pale skin flushed pink as the coming sunset. A faint smile spread over those lips that were once so cold.
And her hair fanned around her, wet ends sodden to the black below, a halo of tangles.
Max sank to the sand beside her. He swept away strays sweat-stuck to her cheek, and curved his hand around her chin.
Her smile deepened. “Here it is.” Her hand submerged in the seafoam.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“Real,” she said, and laughed.
He looked at the ocean horizon, the light lilting on the water. “This is what you wanted?”
Evangeline opened her eyes. “Not all,” she said. “Not only.”
She gripped the front of his striped work shirt in her two wet hands and drew him down beside her. The surf splashed his feet, the cool water soothing, while the sand burned against one palm. The other found the curve in her lower back, the hot skin beneath her thin shirt, and crushed her closer to him. Her kiss was hungry, salt-sparked, bright with heat.
Their material selves met and merged. Their interior atoms flashed against each other, frenzied, longing to fuse in a way they would not until the selves dissolved.
One day, one day. Until then, the waves collided, infinitely returning, grasping at the black shore with the same ache.
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I think my favourite part of playing through the outer worlds is that Veles Donderek is multilingual, speaking English, Ukrainian, and French all fluently. Yet it never occurs to him to translate Max’s book.
He’s like “of course we’ll travel halfway across the galaxy to get your book translated!” And then mid combat shouting “dieu vous adandonne misérables batard!” And giving the entire crew whiplash.
I am partially bilingual. In both English and French. Anyways I just think this is hilarious
#the outer worlds#captain Veles’ guide to the outer worlds#vicar max#maximillian desoto#oc: captain Veles Donderek of the unreliable#outer worlds#outer worlds captain
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[ Image description: a spoof of the 1977 poster for Star Wars, called “Pearl Wars”. Adjutant Akande looms in the background scene over Pearl Jenkins and Vicar Max (dressed as Archibald Excelsior with the jacket open to reveal his bare chest). He’s in the Princess Leia pose and has his shotgun in lieu of her blaster. Pearl is hoisting the P.E.T. over her head; Parvati and SAM linger in the background. The Hope is rising in the sky over Akande’s shoulder over a planet: Terra 2. The text of the poster says it’s from “Odeon Pictures” and “Twenty-Fourth Century Sprat”, starring Ruth Bellamy, Spencer Woolrich, Carmen Imagawa, and “back from retirement”, Burbage-2000. Directed by Maverick Johnston, Produced by Sanjar Nandi, Music by Joost N Klock, which was the best I could do at the time for “Justin Bell”, sorry. The whole thing is rendered in fairly terrible brushy paint. End ID. ]
Happy new year to @damejudyhench with some art I’ve been teasing her with for, what, the entire last year or so?
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✨❤️ Faith and Max | [ 🔍 AU ] ❤️✨
In my heart, I have but one desire And that one is you No other will do
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#happy 3 year anniversary to faith and max!! and to those who celebrate lmao#I can't believe how much drawing and sharing my art of these goobers have changed my life in such a massive way#how many of y'all that are so dear to me have I only had the honor of getting to know because I decided to post these guys together one day#I wouldn't have made all the friends I did since. I wouldn't have kept creating or sharing all the things I have since#if it weren't for them none of y'all would know me#I'm just so unbelievably grateful for how much my life has improved and how much happier I've become these past 3 years#and how much they've played a massive part in it#and ofc all of you. my closest besties especially. thank you for being so goddamn kind and supportive constantly#it means the world to me. it helps me and motivates me and inspires me so much more than y'all will ever know#and I can never thank y'all enough for that#I know this is all meant to be silly and fun to celebrate the very first time I drew them together#but it's just as much a way for me to celebrate just how much has saved me since#and show my appreciation to all the wonderful things in my life worth loving and living for#my art#faith and max#oc x canon#the outer worlds#captain of the unreliable#vicar max#maximillian desoto
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—“are you blushing?! that’s adorable.” for Aayla and Max!
Max would never admit it.
He would never admit how much he enjoyed having Aayla around. How much he looked forward to their philosophical conversations and heated debates (a very welcome change from the dullards he was used to conversing with in Edgewater). How much it pleased him to know he was the one she trusted to have her back while on these dangerous missions.
And he refused, absolutely refused to admit how often he thought about holding her in his arms.
They had managed to clear out the group of outlaws guarding the facility on Monarch. But just as Aayla was about to give the all clear, she spotted one that had been in hiding making a run for the back of the building.
"Now where do you suppose they're off to in such a hurry?" Aayla mused. She rose from her position and hurried to follow after them, but she was so focused on her quarry, she failed to notice the small, steaming pool of sulfur she was about to step into.
But Max didn't.
Acting quickly, he grabbed her with his free hand and, in an impressive show of strength, yanked her away and pulled her flush against him. Aayla let out a startled gasp, partly from the suddenness of his action, and partly from how surprisingly solid his chest was.
"May I suggest you worry about where you're going first, Captain?" he rebuked, his tone a mix of annoyance and relief.
"Well, that's what I have you for, isn't it?" Aayla replied, looking up at him with a smile.
He quickly turned his face from her, still intent on scolding her. "I won't always be here to protect you. And you'll need more than pretty words if you expect to survive any length of time in these Architect-forsaken wilds."
"Right, right, point taken." she relented. Never mind the fact that she had saved his tail from being sniped by a outlaw just earlier today, but it wasn't worth picking a fight over. Not when he was this close to her.
...wait, why was he still holding her?
"If you wanted a cuddle luv, all you had to do was ask."
He immediately let go of her.
"D-Don't be absurd!" he shouted louder than he meant to, glaring daggers at the cheeky woman in front of him. One could easily mistake the reddening in his face for anger. But she saw straight through that faux outrage, and decided to press her luck.
"Are you blushing, Vicar?" she giggled. "That is adorable!"
"I am NOT blushing." Max stated through gritted teeth, his darkening face betraying his words. "And I am not continuing this juvenile banter with you." he added as he marched past his giggling mess of a Captain to scout ahead.
It might have been a touch mean of her, but for all the times he got under her skin, a little payback was warranted.
Besides, Aayla enjoyed catching him off guard. Those rare times she could break past the stuffy Vicar façade and see a different side of Maximillian, one that she was quite anxious to get to know better.
But she would never admit it.
Good to know in the midst of my Luis Serra brain-rot I can still write for these two. Thanks so much for the prompt, @lamiahypnosia !
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What’s the matter, Max? I cleaned the pool …
#Vicar Max#maximillian desoto#the outer worlds#virtual photography#gaming screenshots#in game photography#outer worlds#video games#Obsidian Entertainment#tow oc: captain nyssa centauri
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The Vicar's Betrayal: Finale
SPOILERS: The following contains spoilers for The Outer Worlds and The Empty Man (Max's companion quest)
Back on the Unreliable, Max gently touched the captain’s elbow causing her to jump. She had been lost in thought since they left the hermit's hut, which would have been more of an issue had they run into any more trouble as they made their way back to the ship over Scylla’s rocky terrain. Even Nyoka had picked up on the captain’s mood, barely even complaining when they saw some primals roaming around off the road. Now that they were back on the ship, Max was concerned about her absent-mindedness. Perhaps the drugs had affected her more deeply than she cared to admit.
‘Captain? I was hoping for a word...’ Felix chose that moment to interrupt.
‘Hey captain? Since we’re on Scylla I was thinking...’
‘Felix can you just wait a minute?’ The captain pinched the bridge of her nose. Felix and the vicar exchanged a look. The captain never cut them off. To a fault sometimes.
‘It’s no bother captain.’ Max soothed. ‘I can wait. I’ll be in my room whenever you’re ready.’ When he turned for the stairs he could hear Felix explain, timidly, about an old friend that had gotten in contact with him and was apparently now based on Scylla. Max could tell from the captain’s tone as she coaxed Mr Millstone through his story, that she already regretted the way she had spoken to the young stowaway.
He climbed the stairs past the captains quarters then up the second flight to the crew’s. He almost immediately bumped in to Dr Fenhill, accidently knocking her shoulder with his own.
‘Fucking watch it vicar,’ Ellie scowled as she went to move past him.
‘My sincerest apologies doctor,’ Max replied, without a hint of sarcasm. Ellie looked at him strangely.
‘Are you feeling OK “Vicky”?’
‘Perfectly well doctor, thank you. And yourself?’
‘Captain!’ Ellie leaned over the railings to shout down the stairs. ‘Max is broken! Did he hit his head while you were out?!’
‘For the love of... he’s not broken Ellie he’s... enlightened.’ The captain yelled back.
‘If you’ll excuse me, Dr Fenhill.’ Max moved past her to go to his room.
‘Sure thing. See you later “Vicky”... are you really going to let me run with this “Vicky” thing?’
‘You may address me however you wish,’ he responded mildly.
‘Captain?! Are you sure he didn’t hit his head?! Do I need to check him for a concussion?!’
‘Leave him alone Ellie!’ Was the captain’s irritated response. Max ambled into his quarters and sat at his desk. He began to shuffle his papers frowning slightly as he realised what nonsense he’d gathered over the years. The accumulation of knowledge was never wasted, of course, but a lot of it had been... misguided. As he patiently waited for the captain, he began to reorder his books and journals, seeking to recontextualise a lifetime’s worth of work. It could take an age to sort it all. He began to hum to himself.
He was interrupted some time later by someone clearing their throat, making him pause as he was putting a book back into a space in his cabinet. It was the captain, hovering in the doorway uncertainly. She had changed out of her armour, wearing a loose fitting a shirt and casual trousers.
‘Please, come in captain.’ He slid the book back into place and closed the cabinet with a click as the captain stepped in and closed the door, but still she stood there, nervously fiddling with the cuff of her sleeve. ‘Captain are you sure you’re all right? Perhaps you should sit down.’ He reached to touch her but she withdrew , hugging her arms tight around herself. Max slowly lowered his hand, frowning with renewed concern.
‘Can we just... can you just say what you need to say and get this over with? Then I can drop you off wherever you want and we can be on our way.’ The captain was glaring at the floor, reluctant to look at him.
‘Captain... I... what? I’m sorry I don’t understand.’ Max was utterly baffled.
‘You,’ the captain swallowed hard. The vicar realised she was trying not to cry. ‘You’re leaving right?’ There was a pregnant pause.
‘Captain... why do you think I’m leaving?’ Max asked slowly.
‘Because you... you got wanted right?’ The captain swallowed again. ‘You got your answers. So you don’t... you won’t want to stay. That’s the whole reason you joined us on the ship in the first place, right?’ She risked a quick glance at him before looking back at the floor, shoulders tight. Max opened and closed his mouth silently for a moment.
‘Captain... do you have so little faith in me?’ He was quiet and hurt.
‘It’s not that Max it’s...’
‘Is it not?’ He cut her off sharply. She flinched. Max closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could hardly blame her, he realised. Before this endeavour he might have done exactly what she was accusing him of. He would have gotten what he wanted and left immediately to further his goals. Isn’t that what he’d done in Edgewater what felt like a lifetime ago? He had even considered that vey scenario once he’d realised how badly he’d hurt her in Fallbrook. But now, leaving the captain, and the crew, was unthinkable. Not like this.
‘No, captain,’ he said more steadily. ‘I’m not leaving you.’ The captain looked at him now, searching his eyes for the lie. He held her gaze firmly, his heart an open book to her now.
‘You’re really going to stay?’ The captain blinked and a small amount of tension left her shoulders. ‘Then what were you going to talk to me about? Is it about what happened back at the hermit’s place? I did notice you seemed a bit... at odds... with your family.’ Max shook his head. This was not how he had pictured this conversation. He thought it best to let this talk go whichever direction it was heading. Stop trying to control it, he thought to himself, with no small amount of amusement.
‘I wouldn’t say my parents disowned me, strictly speaking,’ his tone was more sombre now. ‘But before they died, they accused me of thoughtlessly abandoning them. I couldn’t understand it. I was only trying to make them proud.’ He went to sit on his bed, frowning at his hands. They used to be more calloused, softening now after years spent studying. ‘I was so certain my potential was wasted as a labourer. I was willing to risk everything just to prove them wrong.’ He shook his head, feeling the old ache well up in his chest. It was less painful than it had been but it was still there. It was going to be difficult to put that burden down, as that ghostly vision of Isadora had urged him to do. The captain came to sit beside him, resting her shoulder against his.
‘You should have heard my folks when I told them I was signing up to the colony ships,’ she said, softly. ‘ ‘“Disappointed” would have been a step up I think.’ She brushed her cool fingertips against his knuckles. He took her hand without hesitation this time, eliciting a smile from her.
‘I know it was just some weird, drug-trip vision thing,’ she continued. ‘But you could tell she loved you, Max.’ The vicar smiled sadly in response.
‘I know.’ They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the captain absentmindedly entwining their fingers and running her thumb gently along his.
‘If that’s not what you wanted to talk about,’ she eventually spoke up. ‘Then what was it.’ He hesitated, then looked down at his fingers entangled with hers. Max took a deep breath and turned to face her, raising his hand to her face, tracing the line of her cheekbone with his thumb, then moving his hand down, lifting her chin. She started to say his name but he cut her off with a kiss. His lips met hers gently, closing his eyes, knowing that if she rejected him that he would need to savour this. She didn’t. As he pushed his hand into her hair she moved her mouth against his more firmly, tracing his bottom lip with her tongue. He groaned softly, the sound muffled by their kiss.
When they eventually separated, they were both breathless.
‘So...’ Max started, but was immediately interrupted by the captain putting her lips back to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling their bodies closer together, only the frustration of clothes between them. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pushed her back onto the bed. When their lips parted, he moved his mouth to her neck, gasping her name as she shifted against him. He slid a hand under her shirt, tracing his thumb against her lowest ribs, desperate to feel her skin against his. As she began to strip him of his vestments, he surrendered completely to this perfect, chaotic moment.
THE END
#the outer worlds#the unreliable#vicar max#maximillian desoto#female captain#fanfic#ellie#felix#nyoka#parvati#slow burn#romance#angst#angst with a happy ending#guilt
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it just occured to me that if i ever lose my faith in you by sting is actually an extremely vicar max song
You could say I lost my faith in science and progress You could say I lost my belief in the holy Church You could say I lost my sense of direction You could say all of this and worse, but If I ever lose my faith in you There'd be nothing left for me to do
Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world You could say I lost my faith in the people on TV You could say I'd lost my belief in our politicians They all seemed like game show hosts to me If I ever lose my faith in you There'd be nothing left for me to do I could be lost inside their lies without a trace But every time I close my eyes I see your face
I never saw no miracle of science That didn't go from a blessing to a curse I never saw no military solution That didn't always end up as something worse, but Let me say this first If I ever lose my faith in you There'd be nothing left for me to do
#the outer worlds#vicar max#it's obviously millsoto for me but it fits any romantic or platonic captain/max ship too#Spotify
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