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elanisha-art · 2 days
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Playing fallout 4 again after like 7 years, here's a maccready
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stoat-party · 1 month
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Fallout + Text Posts pt. 2
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Pt. 1 Pt. 3
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xovozumi · 3 days
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just gonna keep posting until something happens. here are the worst MacCready sketches ever.
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pissedoffghoul · 20 days
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hrefna-the-raven · 3 days
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Fallout masterlist
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Deacon x sole survivor
Bona Fides
a few drabbles about Deacon and his desperate attempt to hide his growing love for you
Part 1
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Robert MacCready x Sole survivor
Heart for hire
It has been some time ago since MacCready and you found each other when you first stepped into the Third Rail. On the same day, after a year, you met again, same spot, same time to cherish in the memory of your first encounter.
Part 1
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Elder Arthur Maxson x Knight reader
Heart of Steel
You are a former soldier before the Great War, frozen in the vault only to wake in a world you didn't recognise anymore with your husband killed and your son kidnapped. You stumble through the Commonwealth, having searched far and wide with Detective Valentine for your son until you stumble upon Paladin Danse at the Police station. His Brotherhood wakens your desire to belong somewhere again and so you join them, but upon meeting Elder Maxson you weren't sure anymore if it really was the right decision....
Chapter 1 - Welcome to the Brotherhood of Steel
Chapter 2 - coming soon...
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Nick Valentine x sole survivor
Coming soon....
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automatonknight · 2 years
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image id: a digital portrait of maccready from fallout 4. he is looking back at the viewer with an unsure, nervous expression. he’s smoking a cigarette. the drawing uses turquoise to color his clothes and skin, as well as his right eye, and yellow to color in the smoke of the cigarette and his left eye. the background is black. end id
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fallthefalled · 11 months
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Another doodle ig-
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vozvy · 7 days
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Men after showing you the most conventionally beautiful woman and saying “hear me out”
Meanwhile women showing you someone who looks like they’ve been left in a microwave for too long
Ps: I understand this is a pretty hefty overgeneralisation but I don’t mean every individual man and every individual woman all feel this way. It’s more my take on the idea of “the male gaze” and “the female gaze” in a way and also the joke that women tend to find more random/obscure things or characters attractive. If you’re a man and don’t like the vault girl oversexyfied ai bs then good on you. If you’re a man and you also wanna fuck Joshua Graham good on you. If you don’t fit into any category at all then good on you! The post isn’t about you.
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chocmoon-latte · 1 month
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Gotta love those silly, dead wives.
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memaidraws · 10 days
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Thought I'd compile all of these before I forget. Still missing Cait, Curie, X6-88 and a [SECRET COMPANION]
From top to bottom (in the order that you meet them in-game)
Preston Garvey
Piper Wright
Nick Valentine
Hancock
MacCready
Deacon
Paladin Danse
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eggpiye · 2 months
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real life footage if they got to act their age
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xovozumi · 20 hours
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would've posted sooner but I was busy getting my wisdom teeth yanked out of my skull and feeling most of it except the pain because local anesthesia is cheaper, pretty unsettling.
here is more maccready since you guys seem to like maccready.
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just don't look too close and it looks fine,,
contemplating life choices maccready and tunnel snakes maccready both hope you have a nice day!
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pissedoffghoul · 3 months
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MacCready: Call me an ambulance! Deacon: Deacon: Whatever floats your boat you ambulance
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lelelego · 18 days
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U REMAIN TO BE THE ONLY PERSON ON HERE I'VE SEEN WHO DRAWS MACCREADY LIKE ACTUALLY HOW HE LOOKS. TYSM FOR DOING THAT I LUV UR ARTSTYLE AND UR AWESOME
dhwuffgufw tbh i don't know about that because i think i yassify him a bit but THANK YOU LOL!! i'm glad you like how i draw the skrungly. here are some of the first sketches i did of him:
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hrefna-the-raven · 2 days
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Heart for hire
Fallout masterlist - main masterlist
Summary: It has been some time ago since MacCready and you found each other when you first stepped into the Third Rail. On the same day, after a year, you met again, same spot, same time to cherish in the memory of your first encounter.
Warnings: none I think...
Notes: slightly off canon and I haven't played MacCready's affinity arc yet and no review, this was typed and posted^^ living on the edge despite constant anxiety *whoop whoop* xD
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Robert spotted you as soon as you walked down the stairs, wearing the exact same blue vault suit you had donned a year prior when you first stumbled into Goodneighbor. A genuine grin unfurled on his face as you casually ambled towards him. The notion that, after all that happened with Lucy, he was fortunate enough to discover love again, still seemed surreal to him. But he knew better than to turn away from the blessing that slept 210 years in a vault only to find him shortly after waking up. Your steps halted in front of the table he was sitting at, humming innocently to yourself as your gaze trailed over his figure. From his seat, MacCready lifted his gaze, his eyes squinting marginally as he mustered all his fortitude to maintain a neutral expression.
"If you're preaching about the Atom, or looking for a friend, you've got the wrong guy. If you need a hired gun… then maybe we can talk."
A soft chuckle echoed within you as he reiterated the same statement he had flung at you one year ago.
"What makes you think I'd be an Atomite? And who knows? Maybe you'd want me to be your friend?"
He snorted softly, the corners of his lips curling into a familiar amused smile from back then. His little vault dweller sauntering through the Third Rail, tossing back her audacious retort with the same bravado.
"I don't make friends", he threw back at you playfully, followed by a flirtatious wink, "I fear we'd get too close and our lips might accidentally touch."
Innocently, you shrugged, drawing a chair beside him and settling down. You evaded his look as if it were a blazing inferno, fearful of being consumed by its flames, incapable of continuing the little teasing game the two of you were playing.
"Oh you know, I was told that accidents tend to happen quite a lot in the Commonwealth."
Grinning devilishly, you reached for his beer, took a hearty gulp before putting it back on the table, finally holding his gaze. His face contorted into a mock surprise, melodramatically placing a hand over his heart.
"The nerve of you!"
You signaled to Whitechapel Charlie for another round and shifted closer to MacCready, inhaling deeply to steady your nerves as you savoured the unique blend of Gwinnett pils and gunpowder that marked his scent.
"You seem a little young to be a hired gun. Tell me your story and the next few drinks are on me."
Charlie's interrupted you, the robot hummed cheerfully as he placed the beverages on the table and disappeared again. Robert exhaled sharply, consuming half of his beer in a single gulp to steady his nerves.
"First you're drinking my beer, and now you want to hear my life story… What's next? My social security number?", he quipped.
You chuckled at his comment, your heart almost melting at the fact that he would remember the little things you told him about the life you lead before the war.
"I'm simply intrigued by this handsome man sitting all alone in a place like this, plus I have no other engagements for tonight, so if you'd be so kind and satisfy a lady's curiosity", you whispered enticingly, your fingers playing around the bottle's neck, moving up and down before taking a drink.
The more your fingers played with the bottle, the more MacCready found himself fixated on them, suppressing an urgent groan that welled up in his throat.
"Handsome man, huh? Well, there's not much to tell… stuck in Little Lamplight, never knew my parents."
He finished off his drink, releasing a contented sigh as the mild buzz from the alcohol gradually spread through his body. A calm evening, no impending disaster in sight, there was no other place in the whole Wastelands he'd prefer over this very spot.
"My, my, what a tragic story", you gently stroked his shoulder, your fingers leisurely tracing a path down his torso, "but the poor handsome merc hasn't told me his name yet. Or is that as mysterious as his past?"
Your hand settled flat against his chest, sensing his heart rate quickening beneath your touch. His lips quivered subtly under your gaze, struggling mightily to suppress the temptation to kiss you.
"That's a mystery for you to figure out", he leaned closer to you and whispered, "but I have that very close friend who calls me Mac."
A soft laugh escaped your lips as you recalled the moment you had chosen that nickname for him when he first revealed his name. It took him some time to get used it, persistently expressing his displeasure at the moniker you had chosen until the day his heart succumbed to your affection. Since then, the once hated nickname became the song your heart sang to his each day, a tender tune he would never tire of. MacCready felt the threat of drowning within the craving sea of his desire for you, the screaming of his longing for you grew deafening, making it impossible for him to continue denying your lips. His arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you from your seat to his welcoming lap, as his lips passionately locked with yours. Only when breath became a necessity did you part, gasping and laughing softly as you affectionately rubbed your nose against his.
"Having met you, having you this close to me has made me happier than I've ever been before", he murmured, his face nestled in the curve of your neck.
A year ago, he lingered alone in the Third Rail, drinking to numb his mind, a desperate attempt to escape the sad truth of a dead wife and a son in the merciless grip of an unknown plague, well aware that the gunners might show up and finally put a bullet through his head to end his despair-ridden existence. But instead a different kind of trouble found him that night, the kind of trouble that would plant its roots in his heart, flourishing and growing into the most beautiful thing he could have never dreamt of. It took him quite some time to finally see the true blessing of you choosing to annoy him that night, stubbornly clinging to his side and dragging him along while fighting for the freedom of the people in the Commonwealth and to free your son from the clutches of the Institute. You were the silver lining on his horizon, the sunshine he had eagerly waited for after enduring numerous calamities in his existence. His thoughts fleetingly flitted back to the silver ring he had spotted in Fallon's basement shop back in Diamond City. Maybe he'd quickly drop by tomorrow, praying that it had not yet been purchased by someone else in the meantime. He had not yet planned on how exactly he'd ask you How he would propose was yet to be determined, but his conviction was unwavering - he desired, no he needed, you to be his wife, being bound together in love. Eventually, he dreamt of a time when your sons both would reunite with you and in good health, finally enabling you both to enjoy the serene family life that both of you longed for.
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redsovietelise · 4 days
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Despite everything, it's still you.
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