and fev

Faction Logic in Fallout 4

Faction: Finally, we’ve infiltrated the Institute! Time to blow this shit up!

SS: But … this place is incredible. It might truly be mankind’s last hope.

Faction: This place has terrorized the Commonwealth for years! We’re blowin’ it up!

SS: But Father’s dead. The people have already surrendered. Some of them have even evacuated.

Faction: Time’s a wastin’! Gotta blow it up!

SS: But there are some pretty good people here. Not everyone is like Father. Very few of them, in fact. Maybe we can learn to put aside our differences and work together for the betterment of mankind.

Faction: I’m hookin’ up the bomb!

SS: There are animals in here, too. Plants and food substitutes. Purified water. Farms and heat lamps. There’s also a lab where scientists were studying the FEV virus. Maybe we can find a way to reverse it. Forever.

Faction: Tick-tock, tick-tock.

SS: Hmm, what this? Says on this terminal that they were working on a cure for cancer, and the results were promising. It looks like they’ve almost cracked the code on–

Faction: BLOW IT UP!!!!


Fallout 2 - warm up portraits.

Oh man, i really enjoyed this set. Not only one of my favorite games ever and forever, but also so many various face types in there, it was a real pleasure.

Added captions for those, since not all characters had their in-game portraits.

Cheers <3

PS.: I still remember all the feels i had during the talk with President Richardson. The moment when he talks about Vaults and FEV might be the exact moment i fell in love with video games. Thank You, Interplay <3


Can’t Pretend



Story Archive

Accompanying Music - Can’t Pretend - Tom Odell (This links to an AMV with dialogue lines. Would recommend since I think it works well….but if you’re not a fan of it, here’s the original without the dialogue. Thanks again @kirain for helping me with brainstorming and for showing me this awesome AMV ^^

Thanks also to my fiance @george-nordington for helping me review this!

I wish Bethesda allowed us to talk to our companions about what happened in the Institute and you got to really reflect on this revelation. Additionally, I thought “In Sheep’s Clothing” had the potential of being a decent companion quest for Hancock, maybe to the tier that Valentine’s Long Time Coming was. So, that’s where we’re headed now :3

It’s just a fever

Thanks @am-i-talented-yet for the prompt!

 At first John hadn’t minded his boyfriend insisting to look after him until he recovered from his fever.  At first he liked the way Alex had plopped him in front of the TV, running around non-stop to bring John food and whatever else he needed while taking his temperature every hour.  At first John couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky he was to have someone like Alexander Hamilton in his life.

At first.

 However, 2 days later was a different story.

“No, Alex, you don’t need to take my temperature again,” John growled as he stood up from the couch, heading towards the kitchen.

“Y-yes I do–wait, where are you going?”

“The kitchen to make myself some dinner,” John snapped as Alex trailed him into the kitchen.

“I don’t think so.  You need to be resting; you have a fever,” Alex ordered, planting himself between John and the fridge, not very intimidating coming from a 5′ 7″ boy wearing the same gray sweatshirt he always did.

John rolled his eyes as he turned away from the smaller boy.  “That’s exactly what I’ve been doing for the past 2 days.  I’m–”

“And that’s what you should be doing now,” Alex interrupted.  “Please, just let me take care of everything for you.  P-please, John I can’t–”

“You need to stop.  It’s a fever!  How many people do you know that have died from a little fev–oh…” 

That’s when John turned back to his boyfriend–noticing Alex’s eyes clenched shut, his breathing coming  faster than normal as his wrapped around his stomach.  

“Hey,” John whispered as he pulled Alex into a hug, stroking Alex’s hair as he let the smaller boy cry into his shoulder.  “I’m not dying and I’m not going anywhere.  I promise.”

Days Of Summer


jk, but it is on the lighter side! The ever loved rock camp au, insipred by the masterpiece that was Camp Rock. Idk if you have me to blame or @hannah-nobody, but you are all welcome either way. 

This here is the collab her and I have been talking about for forever, and now we’re posting it in an attempt to make ourselves actually fucking finish it, but there is no motivator like disappointment.

Have Hannah’s made up reviews!

  • a beautiful coming of age story - ny times 
  • one giant shit post - person

Quick notes - Every chapter will have a set of songs to go along with it, all being added to this spotify playlist with each chapter! All genres are used, and we hope it will be as cringey as possible!

Summer has arrived, and with it the start of the two month long music camp; Fairy Tail! Full of new songs, friends, and adventures, the campers learn things they never knew about themselves and one another. And just how easy it is to sneak booze and a full sized karaoke machine out into the middle of the woods.

Camp Rock!AU

Pairing: Nalu, Gajevy, Gruiva, others mentioned; Fairy Tail

Words: 5631

Rating: T

Parts: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter ThreeChapter Four

Chapter One: The Start of Something New

Now who’d have ever thought that

we’d both be here tonight?

Oh yeah

And the world looks so much brighter

with you by my side

The music pounded through Natsu’s veins as the last notes of the song faded away and the crowd erupted into a series of screams. The band members on stage smiled as they tossed various mementos to their mud-splattered fans; picks, drumsticks, water bottles. Hands groped desperately at the air, his own among them.

He wasn’t really paying attention. His own voice joined in with the noise as he let go of all the energy the atmosphere of the festival has stirred within him. His head tipped back and he squeezed his eyes shut as he cheered.

When the band finally left the stage, Natsu looked around. He stood on his tip toes, trying to find Gajeel’s unruly mane of black hair in the sea of sweat-soaked festival-goers. When Natsu couldn’t spot him, he decided to head back to the tent.

Still on high from the previous band’s performance, Natsu made his way almost absently through the crowd. Most people lingered, waiting eagerly for the next act to come on, leading him to gently push a few people out of his way. Some people decided to sit during the break, not caring about the mud beneath them. Others remained on the shoulders of their friends, basking in the heat of the sun that had come and gone for most of the weekend.

One of the shoulder-riding music lovers caught his attention.

She was perched on someone a few people in front of him, and she was stunning. He altered his route in order to take in more of her. She was screaming as though the band were still on stage, making rock signs with her fists as she waved her arms in the air. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, but strands fell loosely on her sunburned shoulders.  A pink crop-top exposed her stomach, where someone had painted a peace sign in neon green paint around her belly button.

He grinned as she wobbled on a dark-haired boys shoulders, but the blonde’s own expression turned from laughter to panic as she lost her balance.

Instinctively, Natsu pushed through the crowd and got to her just in time to soften her fall with his own body. The two of them fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap.

“Oooooowwww,” The blonde groaned from on top of him.

She raised her head, and a splotch of mud had somehow made its way onto her cheek. Natsu stared at her in bewilderment as she looked at him, eyes wide, then giggled.

He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he became aware of her body pressed against his. He’d thrown his tattered shirt away long ago, and surprisingly he didn’t feel self-conscious going shirtless among the energetic crowd. Especially not now that the pretty blondes’ hands roamed over his bare chest. Natsu quickly sat up before he became too absorbed with her wandering hands, tightening the scarf around his neck before helping her up and sheepishly apologising.

“No, no, no,” She smiled at him, “Don’t be sorry! It was Gray’s fault. He’s so meeeean.“

The girl pouted and Natsu felt a smirk pulling at his lips. He had no idea who Gray was, but he was very glad that they’d chosen to shrug her off their shoulders, for whatever reason.

Seeing his smirk, the girl’s laughter died off and she bit her lip in thought. She stepped closer, invading his personal space. His breath hitched when she placed a hand back on his chest.

“Thanks,” She told him, her voice low, before leaning up on her tip-toes and placing a light kiss on his cheek.

Her lips were sticky with pink lip gloss, and he found himself wondering what they tasted like when she drew back.

Her hand remained on his chest.

“Y’know, you’re pretty cute,“ She mused aloud.

“Erm…” He had no idea what to reply. He’d never been called cute before.

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Headcanons: The companions and their childhoods

Cait didn’t remember a single time her parents had a kind word for her, or when their touch brought comfort instead of pain. Her childhood could be summed up in a single mental image. A red-headed girl with bruises on her cheeks and dirt across her face, huddled under a bed and holding her breath, with a jagged-edge knife in her hand. Watching, waiting, waiting until the adult searching for her was close enough she could stab their ankles.

Codsworth doesn’t really have a childhood. The closest he had to a “youth” was his training and testing in the factory he came from. He remembers, vaguely, talking to dressed-up mannequins as a voice that sounded like his own blasted from speakers above him. Mr. Handy’s could be programmed well enough, but the finishing touches had to be provided by a human.

Curie’s background is similar to that of Codsworth’s. She remembers her first few years of life, floating around the workshop of her creator, accessing terminals, reading textbooks about science and history, and doing basic surgery on frogs and various plasticine dummies. She does think of her creator in a parental sense, but that was very long ago.

Danse doesn’t remember much of his childhood. I mean, of course he remembers, it’s just, not… a lot. He remembers the cool breeze of the Capital Wasteland, of the drab color palettes and the way he scavenged rubble piles for toys or valuable scrap. He knows he had parents. Or, at least, he thought he did. Perhaps it’s just been one too many blows to the head, but sometimes it’s hard to remember his past.

Deacon, oddly enough, grew up in a nice town. High walls, steady trade, sustainable farming. He had no brothers or sisters, and his dad’d fucked off when he was young, but he remembered his mother well. All red hair and shining eyes, telling him wild stories and teaching him how to stitch up the holes in his clothes. He had thought for sure he would end up a normal farmer. Maybe a schoolteacher, given his love for books. But alas. And out of all the people he’s lost or left behind… sometimes he misses his mother most.

Dogmeat might just be a dog, but he is beholden to no master. He was part of a pack of wild dogs in his youth, but got picked up by some human breeders who treated him well enough. Eventually he escaped and went off on his own, traveling from person to person, serving them until he decided to move on. Given that his “childhood” only lasted a year or so, it didn’t have much of note.

Hancock grew up in Diamond City, as the younger, “trouble-maker” McDonough boy, compared with his respectable, well-liked older brother. His brother shared his ambition and penchant for leadership, but John just wasn’t as good at following the rules. A weakness for drugs and pretty girls and boys led him into more than a few bad crowds. By the time his parents passed, he had struck out on his own, eventually stopping at the people and place that would become Goodneighbor.

Nick Valentine doesn’t remember much of his childhood. Switching bodies and living for a century or two tends to make you lose a few marbles. But he remembers a few things. Big roast turkeys on cool Thanksgivings. Playing hopscotch on the playground, and getting roped into tracking down his friends’ lost toys. He recalls, with a chuckle, that he once fancied himself a boy detective. He remembers old women pinching his cheeks and calling him cute. He remembers begging his parents for a dog. Good times.

MacCready grew up in Little Lamplight, a cave full of mold and algae and other runaway brats. They never allowed grown-ups into their town - couldn’t be trusted - and they subsisted on candy and cave fungus, which accounts for his current thin frame and bad teeth. He had been quite the pottymouth, back in the day, and even more aggressive and cranky than he was now. Despite the hardship, he remembers those days fondly. Things had been so much simpler.

Piper remembers her parents more than Nat does. She remembers mom dying, and the day her dad was murdered. She remembers running off with Nat in her arms, wheeling her around in a shopping cart and talking smack at anyone who tried to give her lip. Like a child in her parent’s shoes, she insisted on being precocious, always trying to figure out what people kept from her, and teaching herself to read and write. The world was full of secrets, and by God, she was going to figure them out.

Preston grew up on a cozy family farm, with two parents, three siblings, and lots of relatives who lived with them. Cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents - he grew up with a strong idea of family. Of love, protection, of helping those weaker than you. He was the second oldest - not as accustomed to leadership as his older brother, perhaps, but used to being second in command. Too old to be a baby, too young to be the alpha, but good at being middle-ground and seeing from everyone’s perspectives.

Strong doesn’t remember his past, let alone his childhood. Any memories of humanity was ripped from him after infection of the FEV virus. Super Mutants can be any age upon infection, even children. They have lower survival rates - not everyone survives the transformation after being infected - but some survival nonetheless. For all Strong knows, he is a child. Or, he was.

Coursers don’t have childhoods. X6-88 came fully-formed, built bone-by-bone and muscle-by-muscle. The closest thing to a youth he had was his training alongside other Coursers. Having human contact hammered in alongside his natural programming. Besides, he doesn’t think of it as a childhood. He was made, built, and trained to be a certain entity. Having a “childhood” would mean being a living creature, who grew and changed. That’s a dangerous thought for a synth to have.

animated my oc fevyr with a zuko voice clip LMAO
i actually…rly love zuko’s voice but i wasn’t sure if it would fit w my oc…BUT I LIKE HOW THIS TURNED OUT SO !!

Fallout 3 permanent companions sleep headcanons
  • Star Paladin Cross:
    • Pre-enhancements: Due to growing up in the Brotherhood, she was a very light sleeper, having to be ready to fight at a moment’s notice, or by constantly being disturbed a certain 10 year old Maxson.
    • Post-enhancements: doesn’t need to sleep, so when the Lone Wanderer goes to sleep for the night, she keeps watch, but does value the quiet and relative peace of the night, and enjoys being able to get off of her feet.
  • Butch DeLoria:
    • Uses Dogmeat or a limb of the Lone Wanderer’s as a pillow.  In the absence of a person or actual pillow, he’ll take off his jacket and make a pillow to squish.
    • When he’s not cuddling something/someone, he tosses and turns like no tomorrow.
    • (He kicked Lone in his sleep once.  They had a boot-shaped bruise on their stomach for a month)
  • Clover:
    • Surprisingly heavy sleeper.  You’d think she’d be more aware of her surroundings, but her conditioning has made it so she sleeps hard whenever she can, because she doesn’t know the next time she’ll be able to catch a good night’s sleep.
    • Tends to sleep on her side, spooning with her owner/partner.
  • RL-3:
    • He’s a robot so he doesn’t technically sleep, but he does occasionally need to go into a power saving mode to run diagnostics.  He only does so when absolutely necessary and if the Lone Wanderer doesn’t mind staying put for an hour or two.
  • Jericho:
    • He’s one of those people that will push themselves and keep themselves awake by any means necessary until their brain just shuts down on them. (This had the misfortune of happening while he and the Lone Wanderer were fighting super mutants…that didn’t turn out well)  He’ll normally wake up a few hours later, takes care of himself for a day or two, but then goes right back to staying awake for days on end. Rinse and repeat.
    • When not passed out (aka Lone made him go to bed) he snores like the devil
  • Fawkes:
    • Doesn’t like to sleep, and doesn’t really need to.  When he does sleep, he tends to have nightmares consisting of his time before and after the FEV virus.  The things that bother him the most are the flashes of his “human” self. 
    • Tends to sleep on his back, with an arm over his eyes.
  • Dogmeat:
    • Loves to curl up at the foot of wherever Lone is sleeping.
    • Will sometimes snore (Lone will die of adorable overdose when this happens)
  • Charon:
    • Pre-Ghoulification:  He was one of those guys that you did NOT mess up his circadian rhythms.  Not if you wanted to live, anyway.  He would sleep from 11pm to 6am every night. 
    • Post-Ghoulification: His sleeping habits changed from employer to employer.  Some would allow him to sleep regularly, others not so much (cough Azrukhal cough).
    • He’s always grateful when he’s allowed to sleep, because it allows him a chance to turn off his mind from his conditioning for a few hours. 
    • Azrukhal would never let him sleep because Charon is one of the ghouls who doesn’t need to, and he wanted to cause Charon as much pain as possible. (cuz Azrukhal is the world’s biggest bag of dicks and then some)
    • While traveling with a good-karma Lone, he’s more likely to sleep soundly than with a bad-karma Lone. 
    • Has difficulty managing nightmares.
    • Sleeps on his back, with one hand on his belly and the other under his head.