RadRat

Hi all!!

Y’all may call me Rat or whatever you’d like. I am 22 years old, use any pronouns, and love Fallout (especially the ghouls!!)

This is my blog specifically for fallout! I’ve been wanting to interact more in the community I’ve loved being in for YEARS, so here we are!

I mostly write smutty things, but on occasion there might be a fluff or angst coming out. I take suggestions, but not always full requests as I find that I write my best when I’m truly inspired. I’ve had writing blogs in the past that I’ve burnt myself out on only writing what others wanted to see, so now I write what I want to see and hope that you all enjoy! :)

My inbox will probably always be open, so feel free to interact!! Yap with me about ur favs, hit me with some of ur favorite headcannons and ideas, leave me some fic recommendations , artworks, or send out some suggestion requests and see if you’ve sparked my creativity!!

I don’t use tiktok or socials similar that much so I don’t see many edits but like, someone has to have used that song. it’s too perfect not to!!

a snippet of this bc i was really motivated for like a day and then fell off 💀 but here’s some of it, a little angsty a little horny, my fav combo lately as i’ve been cooking up some ideas for my other writing blog…

i’d like to note that Jack is trans! he has very extensive bullshit lore on my twisted idea of being trans in the vault with a wastelander scientist father, so if you wanna here more about that PLEASE i would be happy to inform!!

ft. the last line line from an angsty little blurb i wrote last night before promptly passing tf out

Do y'all wanna talk about Deacon convincing himself that he's not in love with the SoSu? Because like, why else would you not be able to romance him huh? He's denying himself, he doesn't think he deserves it. So he plays to his strength. He lies his way out of it, because he's scared.

Deacon is a wounded man certainly, deeply afraid of true personal connection. He knows to be loved is to be known, and that's why he does nothing but lie to the people around him. He thinks that he can be so erratic and unknown that it makes him unlovable. He doesn't let himself slip when he feels a fondness for her grow. When he looks at the SoSu and thinks just for a moment that he recognizes the ghost in her smile, the softness in her eyes when she speaks to him, the passion that drives her. He can't determine the difference between butterflies and nausea anymore.