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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 2 years

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Fallout 4: Placing “And Chara (Child)” Next To Sole Survivor Worked (A FNAF X Fallout x Undertale Crossover)

I tested it out, it does appear that the name I chose and adding “and Chara (Child) did end up appearing in that computer terminal in that same room that Sole Survivor/[Redact] wakes up in...

when looking at the names of the Pod Occupant Status...

the names came out as normal, only with a slight difference.

[Pod C1: Empty]

(which I think it could be reference to the Player in real life.)

[Pod C2: Mrs Callahan]

[Pod C3: Mr. Callahan]

[Pod C4: Mr. Able]

[Pod C5: Mrs Able]

[Pod C6: Nate and Shaun (infant)]

[Pod C7: Charlotte Emily and Chara (Child)]

[Pod C8: Mr. Russell]

the reason why I chose “Charlotte Emily”, it having to do with FNAF and makes it seem like Charlotte Emily from FNAF is related to Chara from Undertale.

I like the idea that Chara’s birth name is Charlotte, like if we view Chara as a boy or girl or enby (that might be a Enboy or Enbirl depending if they a Nonbinary-Boy or Nonbinary-Girl, but they could just be Nonbinary and only go by Enby.) Chara’s full name could be either Charlotte, Charles or Charlie.

of course when I put the “and” part in the middle of Charlotte Emily and Chara (Child), I had to make the “a” part small instead of big “A”...

but it did seem to work and it does make it seem that Nate/Nora and Sole Survivor has more than one child, and makes it seem that Shaun has a older sibling.

I would of been done much sooner after checking that out, but there was something that got in the way of my quick check and getting back to my plans to talking about the whole placing “and Chara (Child)” along with the sole survivor’s name test....and that was having to eat, which I could of decided not to at that moment until I was finished, but I had to...

and because of how long it took to finish the said food and the time that was passing, I was becoming even more late to hurry up with what I wanted to do and get back to checking some stuff here on tumblr...

and I know I had a very long sleep and mostly slept most of the day away because of how long I was playing Fallout 4, and well it be nice if I didn’t have to eat right then and there, when I was trying to do that, but I guess I haven’t had anything since I woke up, and I guess it was a good thing I had something to eat, even if I was busy with that.

I’m going to sign off for a few hours, I will be back later, so my checking out some stuff like art on here will have to wait a few more hours.

I might change the name “Charlotte Emily” from the Sole Survivor’s name in Fallout 4, when I edit out “and Chara (Child)” but maybe I will keep Charlotte Emily’s name in there, or change the first name into a name that I think Charlotte Emily’s Mother would be named as....

I would have to check the Fallout wikia to see what name Codsworth would recognize and say with his voice, I know there is only some names he will recognize, and I want to choose the ones that he will be able to say in the game with his actual voice.

lucky the Player can change the name and even the appearance before leaving the Vault.

I still need to go to my other save, and try to find Dogmeat, I have to find that fluffy baby and hope nothing has happen to him.

anyway once again, fan theory confirms that if you had “and [Name] (Child)” but have the given name and possibly surname of the Sole Survivor come first before placing “and [Name] (Child)”, it does make it seem that Shaun has a Older sibling.

it doesn’t even have to be “Chara” it can be another name as well.

anyway I will back in a few hours, once again I didn’t mean to take that long, well it sure felt longer to me, I did want to hurry up and finish that and then get back on here, anyway I will be back later to check out some art.

and maybe I will do a post about a game theory, there is something I would like to talk about that concerns Prince Asriel Dreemurr, why the Resets are possible and why Flowey had it and the whole Frisk using the plunder ability to take it away from him....I will talk more about that in the next post after this, which wont be until a few hours or so...

#fallout 4 #five nights at freddy's #undertale #mother and child #fallout sole survivor #chara undertale #charlotte emily fnaf #fan theory

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returnn-of-the-mac · 5 years

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List of Fo4 Companions from Most ➔ Least Intelligent (CANON)

1. Nick (16 INT, 10 PE, 8 CH)

2. Codsworth (16 INT, 10 PE, 7 CH)

3. Hancock (14 INT)

4. Curie (11 INT)

5. X6-88 (10 INT)

6. Dogmeat (8 INT, 14 PE)

7. Deacon (8 INT, 10 PE, 9 CH)

8. Danse (8 INT, 10 PE, 6 CH)

9/10. Cait (7 INT, 10 PE, 7 CH) / MacCready (7 INT, 10 PE, 7 CH)

11. Preston (7 INT, 9 PE)

12. Longfellow (7 INT, 8 PE)

13. Piper (7 INT, 6 PE)

14. Ada (7 INT, 5 PE)

15. Strong (6 INT, 11 PE)

16. Gage (6 INT, 9 PE)

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just-another-wasteland-merc · 3 years

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Can’t Sleep?

My last submission for @fluffyfebruary is here. I do plan on doing the rest of them, or maybe even expanding/editing on a couple before I post them on AO3, but I will announce when I add them!

Anyway, here you are! I was pretty excited to write this, and I hope you love it too. Does it hint to the future? Yep! Enjoy! :D

Cold. Mac knew this feeling well, but he wasn’t as used to it anymore in bed. His hand touched the corners of his eyes, almost pinching the bridge of his nose, then felt around on the other side of the bed. He expected Em, his tiny space heater, to be there. Even if she rolled away from him in her sleep, knowing she was there would be enough for him, and he could sneak himself over to her side and spoon her to get warmer, then head back to sleep. But he blinked a few times as he figured out that she wasn’t in bed at all, feeling around the covered mattress and only getting blankets in an answer instead.

He slowly propped himself onto his elbow, checking down the hall. Maybe his body just timed it, and he woke up when she was getting water, or heading to the bathroom. He waited for a minute, listening. Once his eyes focused more, he saw a soft and steady glow from down the hall. He sighed, pulling back the covers and got out of bed, shuffling through stiff joints and whacking his shin on the corner of the bed frame because he cut the corner too short for what felt like the millionth time. Whispering a curse, he gave a half step to the right as he very briefly considered setting the frame on fire in the morning in retaliation for another new bruise. Mac glanced down at the Pip-Boy steadily glowing light blue as he passed by Em’s side of the bed before heading out into the hall.

2:07. Christ, he thought. At least it’s not four-thirty in the friggin’ morning.

Mac made sure to poke his head into his kids’ room, making sure both Duncan and Katherine were asleep before he went to find his wife. He heard a soft, lower-pitched whine from the same direction as the light. Mac sighed. Dogmeat was with her, and Mac was grateful that she wasn't technically alone. He watched the small scene before him, waiting to enter the room as he observed them.

Em was seated on the couch next to the lit lamp, idly petting Dogmeat's head as he rested it on her thighs, staring at her and making the low-pitched whine once more, as if communicating to her through the small noise. She stroked the fur, sometimes using her nails gently to give him a new pattern. Dogmeat spotted Mac, and his tail wagged a couple of times. The motion alerted Em as she looked over her shoulder.

"Hey," she murmured. "Thought you were asleep."

"Bed got cold," he said tiredly. "Wondered where you were." He came around and sat down next to her. Dogmeat's tail wagged harder and more enthusiastically as Mac joined them. "You alright?"

"Mhm. Couldn't sleep."

"Something eating at you?"

She met his eyes slowly, almost nervous to look at him. Em leaned into his touch when he moved some of her hair away from her face, but she remained quiet for a moment. The only answer he received for his question was a small nod, so small he almost missed it. He took her hand in his, gently interlacing their fingers.

"Tell me how to help," he murmured. "Tell me what's bothering you."

"This isn't bothering me, but it's something I've wondered." She fell quiet for a moment. "It's not what's actually keeping me up, so please don't worry about that."

He nodded, listening as his thumb softly stroked her finger, back and forth.

"Before you continue," he interrupted, "what is keeping you up?"

"I don't know, I just can't sleep."

"Okay. Sorry, please go on."

She took a slightly shaky breath, and squeezed his hand. She smiled slightly when she got a squeeze in return almost immediately.

"At some point… I'd like to go home. To… to the Midwest."

He certainly hadn't considered this. He was expecting the suggestion of another kid, or to step down as the Minutemen General, but leaving the Commonwealth? It was a curveball to him. He knew she wasn't originally from Boston, and he was glad because neither was he. He thought for a moment. How long had it taken him to get from DC to Boston? At least a week, one-way, and that was taking weather, super mutants, raiders, and every nasty, hostile animal he had encountered into consideration. He wondered how long it would take them to get to the Midwest, with two kids and a dog. He wasn't worried about Dogmeat in the slightest the longer he thought about it- he was a good dog and was an added protection factor for Duncan and Katherine. Hell, he watches over them as he sleeps. Mac was definitely not worried anymore.

He blinked, and saw her eyes were wide as she watched for his reaction. How long had he thought about it? Say something, he thought. You're scaring her.

"I wasn't expecting you to say that, " he finally said. "Honestly, I thought you were gonna say something else, but.. hm."

She nodded, letting him continue.

"I don't know about… when." He shook his head, still tired and not able to form a coherent thought enough to string the right words together. "When do you want to go?"

"Not for a while. At least until Katherine is older and can handle the journey without us carrying her."

He nodded, yawning. "You have this planned out, I see." He smiled when she nodded again. "Alright. I'm open to the idea, but let's talk about this another time, okay? It's two in the morning, and we need to go back to bed."

"You promise we can talk about this?"

He kissed the back of her hand as he still held it, smiling a little wider at her. "Absolutely. But come on. Back to bed."

Mac waited until Em turned out the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Dogmeat flicked his tongue out, catching Em and Mac's intertwined fingers in a lick before he led the pair down the hall. He received pats from both of them as a gift, then they watched in the moonlight as the dog went into the kids' room, walked in a small circle a couple of times on the rug, and settled himself down, facing the door. He set his head down on the floor, watching Em and Mac, then the hallway.

Smirking at how protective Dogmeat is with their children, Mac gently pulled Em into their bedroom by the hand, then pulled back the covers on her side of the bed. A second, small kiss to the hand he still lovingly held in his, he knew he had to let her go so he could get himself into bed.

"Wait," she whispered.

"It's only for a moment." He smiled at her. "Then I'm all yours."

Em's shoulders seemed to slump a little, but she smiled softly at him and crawled into bed. She heard him make his way to the other side, then a thump, followed by a curse.

"What did you hit this time?" she asked.

"My knee," he grunted.

She sighed, but smiled anyway as the mattress dipped when Mac added his weight to the bed. His voice fell to a whisper as he let out a sigh of relaxation.

"Okay, I'm ready. Come here."

Em chuckled, scooting towards the middle of the bed to him, orienting herself in relation to both him and the bed as she felt for him. She felt his hands touch her, guiding her head to his chest, and Mac quietly chuckled as once she had something familiar, the rest of her curled up to him, and he felt the weight of her arm across his waist and the pleasant warmth of her next to him. She sighed, comfortable.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Mhm."

"Comfy?" His thumb touched her cheek, and swept it across her cheekbone and down her jaw. He felt her stir in his arms, and his hand on her back soothingly rubbed small circles into the fabric of her tank.

"Very…" Her voice sounded distant, as if already almost asleep. She moved, reaching up to softly kiss him. She shifted up further, resting her head more on his shoulder and letting her forehead touch his cheek.

He lazily smiled, knowing she couldn't see. Mac adjusted his hold to better accommodate her, and gave a few-second-long kiss on her forehead.

"Love you, angel," he whispered.

"Love you too," she replied.

The circles on her back continued as he laid there. He was so used to falling asleep after her, and tonight was no different. He listened for her breath to slow, and for her arm to slacken. When he gave one more kiss to her forehead, he knew she was asleep when he didn't feel her cheeks move in a smile.

He closed his eyes, his head sinking further into the pillow, resting his cheek against the top of her head. Soft snores soon filled the room, and Mac's hand finally came to rest for the night.

#em and mac take the commonwealth #fluffy february #fallout fluffy feb #insomnia/bed sharing/falling asleep in each other's arms #fallout 4 #fallout4 #rj maccready #maccready #Robert Joseph MacCready #thanks for reading #i love everyone who sees this #thank you for letting me participate

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fallout-fuckery · 3 years

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A list of who I will write for. Hopefully this helps. This will also be added onto and edited occasionally as I go through the games.

Fallout 4:

[Who I will always write for]

Cait

Curie

Deacon

Danse

Macready

X6-88

Gage

Maxson

Hancock

[Who I will write for upon request]

Piper

Preston

Old Longfellow

Mason

Nisha

Dixie

Mags

William

[Who I will only write platonically for]

Dogmeat

Strong

Codsworth

[Who will most likely be added to this list in the future]

Sturges

H2-22(maybe)

Glory

Fallout 3:

[Who I will always write for]

[Who I will write for upon request]

[Who I will only write platonically for]

[Who will most likely be added to this list in the future]

Butch

Jericho

Nova

Charon

Sarah

Fallout: New Vegas:

[Who I will always write for]

[Who I will write for upon request]

[Who I will only write platonically for]

[Who will most likely be added to this list in the future)

Benny

Boone

#not writing #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas #companions react

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makkuromurasaki · 4 years

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Starting up fallout 4 again on pc, any mods you can suggest?

Sure, let me check my 183 mods installed hahaha

1. Sim Settlements and it’s add-ons, Industrial Revolution and Rise of the Commonwealth. It’s one of the best mods concerning settlements. I love their city plans and I also love building settlements using their modular stuff (even tho I’m pretty bad at it haha).

2. Diamond City Expansion - it adds a bunch of new areas inside Diamond City, and it makes it feel more alive imo. It was recently updated and I still haven’t explored everything added, but I really enjoyed it so far. Fair warning, it has a red light district, complete with a stripper pole where you can win money, go figure.

3. Pet any Dog. Need I say more?

4. Functional Displays - I just recently installed this mod and I’m super excited to find collectibles across the wasteland.

5. Faster Workshop - this has changed everything, it used to take up to minutes to load into the workshop. Now it’s almost instant.

6. More from where that came from - Diamond City Radio Edition - makes the playlist less repetitive, adds a ton of cool songs.

7. Unlimited companion framework - you can get all the companions at once. I got weird stuff with this mod, like when you visit Kellog’s memories, I had all the companions there with me, it was hilarious. Now I travel with Hancock, Deacon and Dogmeat.

8. Unofficial fallout 4 patch - essential imo and also required I think for some mods.

9. True storms: wasteland edition - I like the atmosphere it adds, like sandy storms or fogs where you can’t see shit.

10. Configurable new dialogue - brings back the old dialogue system where you could see the answers instead of yes, no, sarcastic.

11. Eli’s armour compendium - really cool new outfits and armors, she has multiple mods that I would recommend.

12. Icebreaker - Settlements - Settler Dialogue Overhaul - makes settlers more alive.

13. Player Comments and Head Tracking - makes the character you are playing more alive, like actually responding to comments.

14. Press X to respond - I love this mod, you can actually tell people to fuck off.

15. CBBE - build the body you want for your character. Can be considered NSFW, but it has the option of never nude.

And I have a lot more installed, if you want mods for the player character like clothing and textures for skin, eyes, hair, etc. Some silly mods like fishing (I have a weird obsession with fishing in video games XD), commonwealth vehicles, retextures of clothing or new clothing, nsfw mods, player homes, overhauls. I’ve seen some newer mods that I would like to install but haven’t yet cause I’m starting to be afraid of destroying the game with too many mods, just recently I had a lot CTDs while opening the pip-boy and I managed to figure out it was black texture mod for the pipboy. Which is weird, cause technically it was just a retexture but hey. I sometimes manage to brick the game but I really enjoy cracking the puzzle and figuring out how to fix it so it works again.

Let me know if you’d like me to recommend you more mods!

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 mods #fo4 #fo4 mods

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falloutforties · 4 years

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Five Years {Chapter Three}

Description: It’s another kind of filler chapter, because I’m a sucker for travel tales. Nora makes her way to Goodneighbor, not without complications. Deacon is in this chapter, if you squint.

Warnings: Language and a bit of violence.

Note from the Author: I personally like it when authors post songs that accompany a chapter, or songs that they listened to while writing a specific scene. Some that inspired my writing/editing of this chapter are: Collapsible Lung by Relient K; Oh My God by Kaiser Chiefs; Younger by The Mountain Goats. I know some people have seen this story on ao3, but I don’t know if anyone has seen it here yet. If you’re passing by and want to read it, I hope you enjoy!!

III. WASTELAND CHIC

200 years in cryogenic storage had not done wonders for her figure, and she assumed that the radiated food of the wasteland was not going to do anything for her either, but at least her butt looked somewhat nice in the vault suit she still wore. She had barely had time to check herself out in the shattered remains of a bathroom mirror before a swarm of Radroaches piled in through the broken window. She cursed and pulled out her baseball bat.

It was a rusty metal bat, one she’d found in someone’s quondam backyard and wrapped with an old chain-link fence, and it was horrifyingly coated with fluorescent blood, but it was effective, and she had developed a kind of affection for it. She had even started to refer to it as Honey.

She had started her day off right with a delicious meal of roasted roach and a bottle of flat Nuka-Cola.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day! If you want to be a Terror of the Wasteland, you have to eat like a Terror of the Wasteland!

She longed for a proper bowl of Sugar Bombs, with or without the added Communism and subsequent commentary from her…late husband. She would have eaten a raw box of Blamco Mac & Cheese at that point. In fact, the steady crunch of the raw shells might have been a comfort to her.

But the wasteland was unforgiving, and the spit roast she’d restored behind the Red Rocket Truck Stop would have to suffice. Dogmeat seemed to enjoy a nice roasted roach, at least. When she had set out from Sanctuary Hills, the dog had followed right on her heels, his tongue hanging out and his eyes too big and wide for her to say no.

And she had to admit that a life on the road didn’t sound half-bad, especially with a pup at her heels, biting the ankles of mole rats and raiders alike.

They could’ve made a radio show about me, she thought with amusement. The Lone Wanderer: stalking the wastelands with her trusty sidekick! Or… maybe I’m the sidekick.

Preston Garvey had assured her that she was welcome to stay in Sanctuary, and that she could live on the settlement under the protection of the Minutemen, but as soon as she felt the pang in her heart that told her to find Shaun, she had to refuse the promise of safety. She knew now that she couldn’t settle down until she had found her child. Her child.

Before, it had always been the child. It could have been any child sleeping in the back room of her house, and it would have unnerved her just the same, but now it was Shaun. It was the tiny little thing that had listened to her ramble endlessly about her troubles and had never once judged her. It was the little human whose small, puffy hands had gripped her hair to pull her closer.

She still wasn’t a fan of babies in general, but Shaun— Shaun didn’t seem so bad.

Nora hadn’t even known where to start looking for him until the old lady with the drug problem had given her a prophecy.

“How did you know where to look for your baby?” “Oh, the old lady with the drug problem gave me a prophecy.”

She recognized that her methodology was not scientifically viable, but it was something to go on, and the world had already proven to her that it was sufficiently fucked up enough for her to trust an old woman with a drug problem who gave her a prophecy.

Diamond City.

Where that was or how she was supposed to get there, she had no idea. All she had was the meager voice of the Diamond City Radio host who stuttered through her pip-boy as she slung her bag over her shoulder and set off on the road past Concord. She quite liked the guy. He had a real genuine way about him— not like the pre-war radio hosts, or the newscasters. Chip Harris from Channel 5 News Hour would have laughed at the Diamond City guy, but Chip Harris from Channel 5 News Hour didn’t survive the nuclear apocalypse, so he wasn’t in a position to criticize anyone.

“So… someone told me… which, I know is not a great— a great news source,” the man said, his voice pitching wildly like a pre-pubescent boy. “But. Somebody told me that… someone else saw someone… a person… an alive person… coming out of that vault up north. Vault 11? Vault 111? Something like that. Anyway, here’s Billie Holiday.”

She smiled to herself. Perhaps she should have been shocked to hear herself mentioned on the radio, but she reveled in the idea that someone had seen her, watched her stumble like a newborn deer in the wasteland sunlight, and thought she was news-worthy.

She had gained a new skill, one possibly more useful in her current situation than her unusual prescience, which was the ability to rob corpses. She didn’t like that she had acquired that skill, nor did she particularly wish to brag about it, but it certainly had helped, as she now wore arm bands, leg guards, and a chest wrap made from sturdy leather. They reeked of someone else’s blood until she had washed them in the creek and let them soak in the sun, though they still didn’t smell particularly good.

Tucked tight in the strap of her chest piece were a few fresh stimpaks, bought from a trader she had met just off the Sanctuary bridge.

“You might need these,” he had said jovially, not reacting to the confused expression she gave him. “The world isn’t like it used to be.”

She had watched him walk over the bridge behind her, his bald head bobbing from side to side as he whistled a tune.

The world wasn’t like it used to be. It was stronger.

Before the war, the world had been a fragile, cowering thing. Planet Earth was shriveled like a frightened child in the corner as its children raged on, sewing the ground with their vile progress. She saw the world in the vibrant colors of her neighborhood— the powdery blues of her house, the bright yellow cardigan she wore over her finely-pressed green linen dress. Every house in Sanctuary was painted bright. There was no disguising the neighborhood, there was no attempt at maintaining the natural appearance of the creek below. The world belonged to the humans.

Now, she saw the world in the creeping roots that shattered the roadways, spindling outwards towards the woods. Sanctuary Hills was now hidden away by the gangly trees that sheltered its broken thatched roofs. The creek had branched into two tributaries which ran parallel to the little neighborhood. She felt rejuvenated by it, felt that if the earth could experience such a grand rebirth, she could too.

The world wasn’t like it used to be, and neither was she.

She was thriving.

Her pip-boy chirped and crackled as she wandered closer to the city that had been looming in the distance. She wasn’t quite sure where she was— her map was no good for determining places she had never been, and she had never quite been good with directions.

A man’s voice sputtered through the tiny speaker, “Calling all Silver Shroud fans! Calling all Silver Shroud fans!” And she laughed at the excited announcement. Silver Shroud fans? In this day and age? It seemed impossible, but obviously, there was someone out there who held tight to such pre-war luxuries.

When evil walks the streets of Boston, one man lurks in the shadows…

The croon of the silver-throated narrator played perfectly in her head as if she had just heard it that very morning. Nate hadn’t liked the Shroud— something about the dangers of vigilante justice— but she had listened to it, almost out of spite. She imagined the Silver Shroud breaking through their paneled front windows, spilling silvery glass all over the pristine living room carpet, and pointing one long, gloved finger towards Nate, saying, “Stop being a dick to your wife, you fiend!”

“Come to the Memory Den in Goodneighbor!”

Nora didn’t know what a memory den was, and she didn’t know where Goodneighbor was, but it all sounded quite nice.

“Any place called Goodneighbor has to be good news, right?” She asked Dogmeat. He let out a sharp ruff in response, and she took that as a yes. “Goodneighbor. Next stop, Goodneighbor.”

She liked the sound of it on her tongue, so she said it aloud a few more times. It was certainly more fascinating than Sanctuary Hills or Westing Estate or any of the other quaint little pre-war neighborhoods she had visited in her previous life. Goodneighbor was a city that advertised its greatest assets, and she could picture it in her mind. A plucky little town full of kind faces, good folks sweeping the streets and helping the needy.

She never would have expected what she found in Goodneighbor, nor the batshit insanity that now roamed the streets of Boston, lurking in the shadows of abandoned buildings and fronting in the middle of the road brandishing pistols. The Silver Shroud was nowhere to be seen, but there was evil, walking the streets of Boston, just like the narrator said.

Nora ducked as the thing swiped a huge green arm above her head, nearly knocking it right off her neck like a golfball from a tee. The lumbering mass of human-like features had spotted her creeping down a side-street and decided that it was going to, presumably, eat her. She had no idea of its intentions, aside from violently smashing her to bits, as the thing repeatedly warned her.

“SMASH YOUR BRAINS!” It screamed as it lunged for her head once again. She pulled the 10mm from her waistband and backed away, trying to assert some distance before the thing could smack her again. It had already landed one hit to her shoulder, and the stinging was getting worse by the second.

She tried to fire a round of shots into the thing’s chest, but the 10mm she had scavenged from the bowels of Vault 111 was clicky and rusted, only allowing her about a 50% chance of producing a bullet. Luckily for her, she also had a 50% chance of living through the day.

The Big Green Bastard wouldn’t kill her, but she didn’t like the idea of being maimed, either, and she was almost sure that something in her body was already broken.

When she finally produced a shot, the piercing bang rang out through the street, and she suddenly worried that the sound would alert other enemies to her presence in the alleyway.

What if a thousand more of these Big Green Bastards come pouring in, all of them trying to SMASH MY BRAINS?

She didn’t have time to fully assess the concern, as a fat splintering board was now soaring towards her skull at an alarming rate. She hunched over into a ball and, for lack of a better term, rolled out of the way. She had never once heard of the Silver Shroud doing something that asinine to escape an attacker. The Silver Shroud would have pulled out his trusty machine gun and mowed the Green Bastards down.

But, then again, the Silver Shroud did not have to deal with Big Green Bastards.

With a heaving grunt, Nora planted a hit on the side of the thing’s head with Honey, and it made a splattering thwacking sound. Green skin and horrifically human red guts spattered the alley’s brick wall behind where the thing now lay unmoving.

Nora had learned not to assume that anything unmoving was dead. Even though the thing’s skull was split wide open with a cracking cavern growing on its right side, she couldn’t be sure that it wouldn’t shove the other half of its skull back into place with one huge, meaty hand and continue thrusting towards her.

“Holy shit, Dogmeat,” she whispered to the pup who now lay exhausted by her feet. Despite her better judgement, she crossed her legs beneath her and sat on the dusty ground, absentmindedly scratching the space between his ears. “You ever seen one of those things? That’s not fun. That’s not the way I wanted to spend my afternoon.”

Dogmeat whined and rested his head down onto his crossed paws. Nora hummed in affirmation. The two would have to find Goodneighbor by night, because if they didn’t, she was positive that she wouldn’t wake up the next morning. Her shoulder burned awfully now that she was resting. The adrenaline of the fight had kept her pain receptors muted, but now they flared violently enough to blur her vision. As much as she didn’t want to stand, she knew she had to move on.

Her legs creaked as she stood, tugging Dogmeat by the neat red bandana she had tied around his neck, signaling that it was time to go. He whined but complied, his eyes watching the waning sun burn blood orange across the Boston skyline as if he too knew what it meant.

Goodneighbor was close, she was sure of it. She could see in the distance a flickering neon sign that flashed a dazed purple over the top of a brick wall.

Goodneighbor. The Memory Den. The Silver Shroud.

She repeated the mantra over and over until it became her only lingering thought, like Dorothy stumbling through the woods, arm in arm with her ragtag group of friends. Lions and Tigers and Bears. Oh My!

Goodneighbor. The Memory Den. The Silver Shroud.

Goodneighbor.

The Memory Den.

The Silver Shroud.

#deacon x sole survivor #that's the only tag i'm putting for now #bc i can't keep track of more than one tag ;)

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bobson-dugnut · 7 years

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Fallout 4 quest ideas

I’ve been doing a lot of walking and daydreaming lately, and I had some ideas for quests in Fallout 4 that could have been fun.

New Boston Geographic

Piper has managed to get her hands on a working camera. She’s decided to use it to take photos and compile them into the first edition of New Boston Geographic - a fascinating look at the commonwealth, in all its danger and beauty.

You got enough film for 15 shots, and you have to photograph interesting locations - there could be a hidden point system that varies on location. Extra points could be accrued for having dangerous creatures like albino deathclaws and mirelurk queens in shot, as well as interesting sights like the geysers, glowing sea, the USS constitution or the like.

The more points (and maybe perception could offer a bonus too?) the better the book ends up being, and people around diamond city could have different opinions on it - it could earn Piper respect or make her a laughing stock. It could even inspire people to explore and rebuild?

You could read the article after quest completion, seeing all your shots in their old timey grainy glory. Think of it like a mix between Wasteland survival guide from Fallout 3 and classic inspiration from New Vegas.

(it would also be neat if your current companion reacted to being in shot and everyone had a different pose that displayed their personality. Having Dogmeat in shot would secretly add a bonus because everyone loves him).

Rock around the clock

Travis is having trouble keeping listeners invested in Diamond city radio because he only has a limited amount of songs to play, and after years of the same old music people are tuning off.

Vadim has heard rumours about a radio station with a slew of holotapes containing new songs - he offers you caps to fetch them and bring them back, in order to pique people’s interest in his friend’s radio again.

You head over to an old radio station, and find a kindly old man named Robert residing inside - he’s managed to get the tapes to play, and make his own show - he believes making people happy and giving folks something to look forward to makes life worth living. but unbeknown to him, his broadcast tower is actually broken and his signal isn’t reaching beyond his small station.

You have a couple of choices to make here - if you high intelligence or the right scrap, you can fix his antennae so that his broadcast reaches the length of the commonwealth, and Robert will continue broadcasting happily not knowing that nobody has heard the years of shows he’s put out.

You can tell him that nobody has heard the shows he’s put out, and depending on your dialogue he will either

- become depressed and give you the holotapes to take back to diamond city (you could also murder him or steal them, which would garner a disgusted reaction from your good companions)

- become determined to start again with a fixed antenna (this leads to you repairing it if you haven’t already) - you could then choose to ask to copy some of his holotapes to take back to diamond city. You could also promise to recommend his station to listeners.

Your reward for doing this quest is an additional radio station to listen to (Or diamond city having more music depending on the outcome) with extra music and commentary, which is great for a 100+ hour game.

Smoke gets in your eyes

In Goodneighbor you overhear a guy talking about a crazy new drug called Smoke that sends you on intense psychedelic trips.

You mention this to Hancock and he gives you some caps to get some - bring it back to him (or if he’s a companion, head back to his office) and he offers you a hit, and if you accept you hear a sound similar to a jet inhaler and...nothing.

once you step through the doorway out the office, colours gradually start getting brighter, textures change, and as you descend the spiral staircase it starts to go on forever. The gameplay switches from free-roaming to a sort of path - think Kellogg’s memories - and the world starts to take on impossible shapes and bright, beautiful colours. Looking up at the ceiling would make it look as if it was going on forever, and the center of gravity would routinely shift. At times you’d have to start swimming through the air.

Everything starts to look like its melting, and bringing up your pipboy brings up bare arms instead. You follow the path, and cocoons start emerging from the walls, hatching giant patterned moths. If you fire with your equipped weapon it fires paint rather than bullets and enemies explode into brightly coloured smoke. Talking to Hancock during this would yield different lines, and you’d both be having a great, if weird time. There could be kinda boss battle where the two of you fight a multi-headed smoke deathclaw and at its conclusion, the hit would wear off, revealing that you never left Hancock’s office.

Nickellog quest that i haven’t got a name for

Nick starts having flashes, similar to those of Pre-war Nicks, only way more violent, frequent and erratic. He confesses that this starting to worry him.

You take Nick to Dr Amari, and she deduces that these are just Mnemonic impressions - However, Nick already has one set of memories inside him, as well as his own, and juggling Kellogg, Nick’s and Prewar Nick’s memories is taxing his CPU and making it difficult for him to function. His mind is trying to make sense of it by “Stitching them together” Which is adding to his memory issues.

She decides the safest way to remove these impressions is to hook Nick into a memory lounger and have you go through Nick’s head, in a similar way to how you went through Kellogg’s, and manually removes traces and memories that do not belong.

Similar to Kellogg’s memories, Amari points you to the clearest strongest memories Nick has - ranging from pre war Nick’s to his own in the current world, giving the player the chance to explore a tiny tiny bit of pre-war Boston.

There is a slight gameplay change here, in that while you can move freely and activate items to hear Nick’s thoughts about them (Which can offer optional information about the pre-war fallout world and Nick’s backstory) you can’t fire weapons or shoot and you do not have access to your pip-boy - think tranquillity lane in fallout 3. (I’m torn between you playing AS NICK in these parts, simply because I don’t think Pre-War Nick’s appearance should ever be revealed)

You need to use what you know about Nick and Kellogg to recognise a memory that isn’t his - for example, Pre War Nick could mention having a daughter named Mary, but we know he doesn’t - but Kellogg did. Looking out the window could show the golden gate bridge, which is in San-Fran, not Boston or Chicago. Once you recognise a misplaced memory, Amari will remove it.

(I like the idea of a quest like this cause the concept art for Pre-War Boston is friggin beautiful and I would love to see it, as well as know more about Nick’s life and backstory)

i got more but i’ve ran out of energy typing.

do you have any quest ideas? I’d love to hear them! what do you think?

#fallout 4 #quest ideas

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flourhurricane · 7 years

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If Claire could have any home she wanted, she’d choose her own little farm with cows, chickens, and a couple of horses. And I think Danse would enjoy living in the country, where it’s peaceful.

This beautiful lot is called Aunt Jo’s Farm and was built by silrosse on Origin. (Yeah, there’s no way I could build something like this.) All I did was redecorate the interior and edit some of the outside. The farmhouse now has a brick exterior, there’s more garden space, and I added some great animal decor by Severinka and Loree.

The horses are probably my favorite. If and when EA releases a Pets expansion pack for Sims 4, there had better be horses. And it can’t come soon enough because this Lockhart-Danse household doesn’t feel whole without a functional Dogmeat.

#carrie plays the sims 4 #claire and danse in winderberg #fallout au

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returnn-of-the-mac · 5 years

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So there’s this NPC from Borderlands 2 named Face McShooty. He wants to be shot in the face. So how would companions react when one day, an unarmed raider comes up to Sole Survivor’s face and starts screaming hysterically for them to shoot him in the face?

Sorry I’m only just getting to this now, I have like 2 weeks worth of headcanons in my inbox; I’m trying to through to them as fast as I can! I’ve never played the Borderlands games, but my boyfriend has and when he saw this request he got a kick out of it. Also, I know you wanted a raider, but I felt like Sole & crew would immediately attack a raider, unarmed or not, so I changed it to a crazy settler so there could be more opportunities for dialogue/interaction. Hope that’s okay with you! Anyway, thank you for your patience and please enjoy!😄

Edit: I FUCKING FORGOT HANCOCK but I added him in! *dodges rotten tatos*. I’m ashamed for forgetting such a fabulous ghoul. I like to change up the order of the companions so it’s different every time, so that’s probably how it happens. My b.

Edit 2: Preston was the first react I did for this one, but *apparently* I don’t know how to copy & paste correctly and I missed him. So I added him at the bottom. Sorry bout that, folks.

FO4 Companions React: Crazy Man Asking to be Shot in the Face

Sole and their companion where just leaving their newly captured settlement, Outpost Zimonja, when they head rustling in the bushes. Fully alert, the pair approached the bush, expecting a mole rat or mongrel to attack. Instead, a man jumped out of the bush. He was almost completely naked and had a target painted on his face. He immediately ran up to Sole, got up in their face, and started violently chanting “Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me!”:

Gage: “Listen up, punk. Ya better lay off. Ya don’t know who you’re messin with.” The man ran up to Sole and his deranged chanting became more aggressive. Gage glanced at Sole. “Do whatcha wanna do, boss. If it were me, I’d fuck this guy up.” Sole pulled out their gun and shot the man in the face without a second thought. Gage smirked. “Good choice. This is why your in charge, boss.”

X6-88: “Are you positive that’s what you want, sir?” X6 asked the settler. “Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me!” the settler continued to chant. X6 looked at Sole and gave them a knowing nod. Sole whipped out their weapon and shot the man in between the eyes.

Deacon: “Chill out, buddy. You wanna talk it out?” The man continued to holler like a lunatic. “Hmm, yes, yes. Those are some deep thoughts.” Deacon joked. “I sometimes want to be shot in the face too. That’s just how it be sometimes.” As the man became more violent and invasive, Deacon stopped joking around. “Okay pal, seriously though. If you don’t back off we’re actually gonna have to shoot you...in the face, per your request, of course.” The man ignored Deacon’s warning and continued to harass Sole. Sole finally pulled out their gun and shot him. Deacon shrugged. “Well, he asked for it...literally.

Curie: “Monsieur, please, calm down,” Curie pleaded, “You are unsound. You are going to hurt both yourself and others if you are not careful. You are in crisis...Parson’s is no longer in operation, but I’m sure we could find you someone to talk to.” The man continued to yell and get in Sole’s face. Curie tried again, this time, speaking to the crazed man more firmly. “Sir, if you do not calm down, we are going to have no other choice but to defend ourselves.” The man continued to aggravate the pair. Sole pulled out their gun and fired. The man died instantly. “I’m upset we had to do it, but we had to stay safe.”

Dogmeat: Dogmeat barked and growled at the man. When the settler refused to stop yelling, Dogmeat lunged and held the man down. He looked over at Sole and the two locked eyes. Mutual understanding. Sole aimed and pulled the trigger, careful to avoid their canine friend. The bullet whizzed by Dogmeat and struck the settler in the head. He died instantly.

Piper: “Uh...Sir? Is there a reason you want to be shot at? Do you wanna talk it out or something?” The settler continued yelling. When he realized that Sole was hesitating to pull the trigger, he got even closer and louder.” “Hey! Dude, back off! Piper angrily interjected, “Blue, I mean I’m against killing innocent people, but if you feel threatened...” Sole pulled the trigger and the man went flying backwards by the force. “Shame it came to that, but there was nothing we could have done to help him.”

Ada: “Are you sure that is what you want, sir?” Ada asked the settler. “Several data scans suggest that if shot in the face by this individual, your chances of survival are a mere 0.831% chance.” The insane man continued to spew nonsense. Sole finally decided to pull the trigger, killing the man instantly.

Cait: “Ye better back the fuck up or we will put a bullet through yer skull.” Cait threatened. When the settler got closer to the pair and seemingly more belligerent, Cait pulled out her shotgun. “Ye asked for it!” She pulled the trigger and sent the man flying backwards. He hit the ground with a sickening thud. “And that’s how ye do it.”

Strong: “Human annoying. Go away or Strong smash.” The man continued to shout and get in Sole’s face. Strong had had enough. “WHY HUMAN NO STOP? STRONG SMASH!” With a mighty swing of his supersledge, Strong sent the deranged settler flying. He was dead before he hit the ground. Strong then turned to Sole. “Crazy human bad. Strong protect good human.”

Danse: “I suggest you back up and cool off, civilian,” Danse warned. “Otherwise, we’ll have no other choice but to execute you for the reason of self-defense.” The psychotic settler contributed to invade Sole’s space. As more time passed, his demeanor became increasingly threatening. Being a man of his word— and not wanting to see this obviously unstable man hurt his partner— Danse pulled out his laser rifle and vaporized him. “Threat neutralized.”

Codsworth: “Uh...[sir/mum]. This man seems dangerous and unstable. Please, be wary.” The crazy settler continued to chant “shoot me!” as he inched closer and closer to Sole and Codsworth. “Maybe...maybe you should just do what he says.” Sole, in agreement, pulled out their gun and shot the man between the eyes. He fell to the ground, dead. “I’m glad that’s over.”

Longfellow: “You need to stop.” Longfellow walked over to the man. “If something’s wrong talk it out. Or have a damn drink. Don’t just go around hollering like a lunatic.” He held out a bottle of whiskey. “Speaking of which: would you like a drink?” The man slapped the bottle out of Longfellow’s hand and continued screaming. Longfellow, infuriated, gave Sole a sharp look. “Do what you need to do.” Sole pulled the trigger and the man was killed instantly.

MacCready: MacCready chucked, “No way, a voluntary target? I’d be more than happy to help you out!”!Sole stepped aside and let MacCready have the satisfaction of blowing the deranged settler’s brains out. The ex-gunner smirked as he loaded his gun, aimed, and fired. The settler was killed instantly. MacCready set his weapon down and looked at Sole. “I swear, I’m not completely heartless. This guy was just obviously looking for trouble.”

Nick: “Listen pal. Lay off my friend here. We don’t want any trouble.” The man continued to yell “shoot me!” After a few moments, nick pulled out his gun. “Last warning: Back off. This doesn’t have to get messy.” When the man continued his tirade, Nick looked at Sole and nodded. Sole shot the man in the face, killing him instantly. “It’s a shame it came to that, but we didn’t have any other option, really.”

Hancock: “Chill out, brother.” Hancock said, “Life can get tough, but that doesn’t justify harassing my friend here until [he/she] blows your brains out.” The man continued to shout madly. Hancock reached into his pocket and took out some Jet, “Here, brother. Try some of this. It really takes the edge off.” The man ignored the ghoul and continued to breach Sole’s personal space. “Okay. I’ve tried reasoning with you,” Hancock stated firmly, now serious, “but you’re crossing a line here. Hurt my friend, and I’ll end you.” The crazed settler cease his threatening behavior. Hancock shot Sole a sharp look, “Good o for it.” Sole pulled out their gun and fired. The man dropped to the ground, dead.

Preston: “Sir, if you are upset, I’m sure we can work something out. Ending your life isn’t the answer.” The man continued to holler. “General, you don’t need to shoot him, just give him some time to calm down. He’ll come around.” Minutes passed and the settler became increasingly unruly and dangerous. Preston looked at Sole. “You can decide what you want to do. He’s obviously troubled but..he’s also a threat.” Sole, feeling extremely uncomfortable by the man, loaded their gun without hesitation and shot him in the face. He was instantly killed.

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