Thava
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There's a saying in the wasteland, so old MacCready doesn't even rightly remember when he first heard it. There's only two kinds of people in this world, the saying goes, the quick and the dead. And MacCready's not dead, so he must be quick: quick enough to run, quick enough to shoot, and quick enough to know a good deal when he sees it. The boss, though, the boss is something else. The kind to thrive, maybe. The kind who kicks free of all of the filth and muck and rises to the top; the kind who'll drag all of her people up with her, even if it means she has to kill every last sonofabitch in her way.
And maybe Mac didn't really know what he was getting himself into, when he let some woman with a smile and a shotgun talk him into taking a contract. But damned if he can say he ever regrets coming along for the ride.
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- Part 1 of Dogs of War
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23 Jul 2026
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Nora needs to find her son, Nora also needs a drink and a hit of jet. Unfortunately for her none of those things are in the cards for her today.
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10 Jul 2026
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When Deacon finds a woman frozen inside the vault he was strictly prohibited from entering, she becomes something of a pet project of his. As is his job, he gathers intel on this mysterious vault-dweller… and quickly finds that he is completely wrong about her. She is kind, generous, sharp, and haunted by ghosts she prays will never find her.
Maybe the two of them aren’t so different.
Their new partnership brings growing pains for both of them, but Charmer soon settles comfortably into her new position in the Railroad. Deacon, on the other hand, can’t seem to shake the feeling that she’s dangerous. To the Commonwealth? To the Railroad? To the comfortable loneliness Deacon has carefully curated for himself by building walls and keeping strict boundaries under the guise of snarky one-liners and constant lies, just so he can ensure the safety of the people he loves?
Who’s to say.
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09 Jul 2026
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Deacon finally meets his match, and then some.
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"...I’m also a fan of ‘That’s a nice outfit. It would look better on my floor.’”
He snorted, “Has that ever actually worked for anyone in the history of time and space?”
She smiled at him with a cheeky sort of charm, “I dunno, honey. Why don’t you try it and we’ll see?”
Deacon about choked on his beer and she giggled at him while sipping her drink. He shook his head and was surprised to find he didn’t have to fake the disappointment in his voice, “Can’t. Don’t have my own floor.”
Nora shrugged at that. “Well, in that case…”, her eyes moved over him slowly. It made him feel like a nervous kid. “That’s an awfully sexy outfit you’re wearing, Andy. I bet it would look better on my floor.”
Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea. “Oh yeah? Where’s this floor at?” Like he didn’t already know.
She smiled, took his hand and stood. “I’ll show you.”
(Note: This is my magnum opus revenge story for Bethesda not allowing anyone to romance this sad egg. Buckle up, kids, stuff's about to get dark and dirty.)
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- Part 1 of Walking Contradiction
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02 Jul 2026
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Following A Shadow by SophusMao, TailEndOfPoop
Fandoms: Fallout 4, Fallout (Video Games)
02 Jul 2026
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After waking up in the Vault, the Sole Survivor discovers that he can finally see a Shadow.
Can he keep them alive and whole?
Can he keep himself sane in this new world?
Can he find his son?Nora would've been able to handle this much better than he could...
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Everything is so fucked. Holy shit. Jesus fucking christ!
He stood, bracing himself with his hands on his knees as he looked out over Concord and the stretch of destruction beyond it. He couldn't stop the tears flowing down his face. He was so cold. Deep deep in his bones, like the ice he'd been sat on hadn't quite left his blood yet.
Two hundred years. Oh, God, Nora, what do I do? Where do I go!?
He was screaming in his head. He couldn't get his throat to work or his legs to move. Was he screaming out loud? He didn't know. He could only stare out at what used to be his home and hear the roar in his head. He'd lost his best friend, his son, his life. Everyone he'd ever known was dead.
Nothing had ever prepared him for this. Nothing.Bookmarked by Thava
18 Jun 2026