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Please let me come hang out in your Fallout discord servers, I crave community. 🙏 Bonus points if there are fanfic writers there.
In exchange, I offer unhinged memes, ridiculous discussions about lore and characterization, and occasional updates about my dissertation. ✨
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It's cause you're always on that damn pip boy
I'm back, ghoulfuckers. ☢️
I asked about our beloved Hancock before, but now I'm curious: what fanon or headcanons do you associate with The Ghoul/Cooper Howard?
"Poor Betsy, always getting into fights!"
I've been REALLY getting back into my fallout kick again.. decided to work together my character! I'll drop more lore about her soon..teehee
courier six linking up with benny
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/86720266/chapters/233964341
chapter four of minotaur is now live on ao3!
Deacon closed his eyes briefly. “Missile launcher.” Whisper sighed. “Missile launcher.” The Gunner fired again. The missile impacted much closer. The entire building seemed to lurch sideways. A filing cabinet collapsed dramatically in the background. A desk fan fell off the cabinet. Honestly, a little theatrically. Deacon was beginning to suspect the building had rehearsed this. “Okay,” he said, standing abruptly. “We’re leaving.” Whisper blinked. “We’re in the middle of—” Another missile screamed toward them. Deacon pointed emphatically at the incoming argument. “We are leaving, Whisper!”
4/8 of this fic, we're halfway there! can Deacon keep running in the hedge maze? follow along on thursdays to find out!
