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Happy Birthday Meg Maggie Peggy Lisa Ellie what ever the gangs insisting your nickname is today <3
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whenever a stranger approaches Arefu
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Buttons and Meg sketches for @galoogamelady <3
me trying to figure out the guy:
also silly bonus:
the little thing he found by the shore can talk and is grumpy
#Buttons#Meg#fallout#fallout buttons#idk how else to tag#blueberry#bc hes there too lol#my art#not my ocs
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No you can't see me
No you can't meet me
Yeah I'm on my game
That's right I'm in my shades
See the cameras flashing
Anybody any time for action
You're the main attraction
Hey, In my shades
#sims#ts3#sims 3#photoshoots#character verse#alejandro alvarez#cherishsims#group project with megs who's literally next to me#he's from her griffinverse and the member of the lights out band#the most... unsuccessful member#hence this song#disclaimer: I put it there ironically#it's just the type of music alejandro produces after the band's fallout#where to even begin to describe him#he's just pure chaos#also his ts4 version has existed for about a year now but the ts3 version was only made now
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"I think ol' Margie's off her rocker, man. You know, we're all tryin' our best here, but this whole idea of being a Raider without killing is way harder than it sounds. I mean, yeah, I get it, but, damn girl! This is life and death out there!"
-Meg Groberg, Fallout 76
You can read more about her and how she escaped the Scorched Plague here.
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5 is totally fallout so I would like another snippet of my favorite fic of yours...continuing from where barb actually gets the chance to tell Walt
from this prompt list: one night stand and falling pregnant au
(this probably isn't what you were looking for, but i'll totally get to the actual conversation between barb and strickler at some point)
here we have an au of an au, wherein barb manages to tell strickler he knocked her up (with jim) before he leaves the country -
The last thing Nomura expects to find upon slipping into Strickler’s townhouse at six o’clock one random weekday morning is a rather attractive redhead standing in his kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand and an obnoxiously thick textbook propped up on the island in front of her. Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail and she’s got incredibly bright blue eyes, and the changeling is really starting to think she’s broken into some young coed’s place by mistake when Strickler, himself, suddenly appears at the woman’s side.
“That one had better be decaf,” he says, smiling affectionately as he leans forward to nuzzle his nose against the pale skin just under the redhead’s left ear.
Nomura arches a brow. In all the centuries she’s known him, she doubts she’s ever seen him smile like that at another person.
“I’m drinking half and half.” The woman’s chin tilts, but her eyes never leave the page she’s reading from. “Don’t worry. It’s only my second.”
“It sounds like you’ve been up a while.”
“About an hour.”
“That’s a long time to be on your feet, my love.”
Somehow, Nomura’s eyebrows manage to completely disappear under her bangs. Strickler? Using terms of endearment? No way.
“I know you have a test coming up,” Strickler continues as he presses a trail of kisses down a slender neck to the sharp collarbone peaking out from under one of his old t-shirts. “but maybe you could take a short break? I’d make it worth your while.”
A content hum echoes through the large kitchen and Strickler’s whatever finally turns toward him, giving Nomura a very different view of her physique. One that is, quite obviously, pregnant.
“Oh, no shit.”
The words escape before she can stop them, and Nomura’s hands fly to her cover mouth as the couple jerk their gazes in her direction. An uncomfortable silence settles over them as Nomura’s eyes dart from the woman’s confused frown to Strickler’s horrified expression and back again.
“Um, hello.” The redhead is the first to recover. “Is there something we can help you with?”
Nomura blinks.
“Okay. Um, Walt? Do you know this person?”
It takes several seconds, apparently, for Strickler’s brain to process the predicament he’s just found himself in before he clears his throat and nods. “Uh, yes,” he says slowly. “Yes, darling. This is Nomura. My, er, sister? Sort of. Nomura, this is my…”
“Barbara.” She rolls her eyes and gingerly disentangles herself from Strickler, careful not to bump her bump against the countertop as she steps around the island. “I’m his Barbara. It’s nice to meet you, Nomura.”
“You,” Nomura reaches her hand out uncertainly, “too.”
They shake quickly but Barbara, sensing the awkward tension between the two, doesn’t stick around after. “I’m gonna go study upstairs for a bit,” she says, going up on her tiptoes to kiss Strickler’s cheek before grabbing her textbook and coffee off the island. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”
His gaze dips briefly to meet hers, and Nomura can’t help but notice how their fingers have somehow found a way to twine together over her belly during the short exchange. She’s gone a moment later, disappearing up the old wooden staircase with obvious familiarity.
“Fuck, Stricklander,” Nomura hisses the second she hears the bedroom door creak shut. “What did you do?"
#writer games#meg answers#stricklake#fallout fic#an au of an au#strickler: i think you mean WHO did i do#strickler: and the answer is her#strickler: obviously#nomura: *strangles him*
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Why is the Star Trek Prodigy fanbase so small
I want to scream about it with more people
#Star Trek#Star Trek Prodigy#StarTrek#StarTrekProdigy#Star Trek: prodigy#Lemme introduce myself if anyone is wondering#I'm Meg#OG from Boston but got priced out#I like Star Trek and Fallout#I'm 24#I strongly dislike the flavor of Bananas
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NAT NO!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Megara. My friends call me Meg, at least they would if I had any friends.
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Willow + Gentleman Johnny Weston
Willow would be very jealous that Johnny has actual clean intact prewar suits. Even if they're boring colors. But he got them from somewhere, right?
Johnny seems a little older than Willow, but Willow does have the largest, if most eclectic, wardrobe in Appalachia. Yes, some of it might be considered tacky (the jaguar print suit, the hot pink shorts) but you can't deny there's a lot to work with here.
Then again, Johnny has trouble with breakups. And imagine dividing the clothes after breaking up? Might be best if these two just had a hookup or a short fling.
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It's really been a year of Arcane Rat Man.
Here's to 2023!
#top right corner is my fallout oc meg#bottom right is my arcane oc vida#silco#arcane#artvsartist#euaveri stuff
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Gab! I was playing Baldurs Gate 3 earlier, playing with my characters appearance in the magic mirror and um... accidentally turned him into Buttons.
This is what he normally looks like. I was just playing with stuff and only changed his scars to fit with his class and fighting style.
On another note, that hero forge link I sent you a while back of Buttons should be able to be viewed without a subscription now. The face customizer has been fully released, which is what kept it behind the subscription for "beta testers". They call it Pro Members, but we basically get sneak previews at new stuff and early access to beta features.
#he's like beautiful Squidward Buttons#I like your dude tho he looks like he could build a bitchin' deck#Fallout 3#OC#Meg#Buttons#lookalike#Baldur's Gate 3#long post#gif
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Tiktok is so funny because they’ll make songs and say, “sped up” call it what it is, it’s nightcore you cowards
#this is based on the fact that I had an embarrassingly long nightcore phase as a child#it’s actually why my music taste is the way it is#like yes I did find musicals and Marianas Trench and MCR and Fallout Boy through nightcore 🧌 what about it#the underdog mash ups slayed#meg’s incoherent thoughts#nightcore
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I’m not sure which is worse:
BioWare saying practically everything is “about a year ago” and not aging characters appropriately (*cough* Wynne, Loghain, Eamon, Teagan *cough*)
Or Bethesda setting things “after the Great War” which was 25-30 years ago but having characters talk like the event was less than a decade ago and only aging characters maybe 10 years. (*glares at Skyrim and Fallout 76… and a little bit at Fallout 4 too*)
#bioware#bethesda#i care very much about timelines and logic#skyrim#fallout 76#fallout 4#fallout#dragon age#mass effect#Skyrim: mostly thinking of some of Vilkas’ dialogue and other warriors in Skyrim#Fallout 4: mostly thinking about Deacon MacCready Hancock and Valentine I think#oh and Elder Maxson is part of my issues with time and Fallout 4#Fallout 76: Meg from Crater and Beckett have the primary dialogues that confuse me — implying they were adults Pre-War but don’t look 50#Sofia at least has weird stasis stuff as an excuse#hell the PC for FO76 either needs to be about 50 or born in the vault (but the game implies you’re young and prewar)#Mass Effect: the canon dates for each game just make zero sense to me#Dragon Age: same as Mass Effect the canon dates don’t make sense especially allowing for travel#but Dragon Age 2’s structure makes things especially wonky and finicky because of how it connects with DAO
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#Fallout 76#Fallout#Meg Groberg#Elizabeth Taggerdy#Poll#tournament#Modus has been removed from the semi finals and has been moved to the finals
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Missing scene request for fallout: Nomura's promise to protect the baby
um, hi, hello
this prompt has been sitting in my inbox for, uh, over a year? but i finally did it!
fallout
filling the gaps
There’s a light on in the kitchen.
Barbara frowns as she pulls into the driveway and, after turning off the car’s ignition, swivels around to stare at the offending illumination. She’s almost positive there were no lights on when she left for her appointment that afternoon and, while it’s possible, she finds it highly unlikely that Jim would have stopped by before heading off to Trollmarket.
Should she go in? Or call for reinforcement just in case?
But if the intruder really is someone who truly wants to do her harm, why would they turn on the light and lose the element of surprise?
It’s probably Toby, anyway. Or Claire. Maybe even Nancy, since the three of them have been taking turns keeping her company whenever Jim’s off trollhunting and her own small circle of friends aren’t able to pop by for a visit.
Or maybe it is an axe murderer. She could honestly care less anymore, and trudges into the kitchen a minute later to find a certain museum curator rifling through her very bare pantry.
“Hey, doc.” Nomura says as Barbara places the plastic bags she’s carrying down on the counter. “You didn’t happen to grab something for dinner, did you? All you have is milk and cereal. Which is surprising since Little Gynt is so obsessed with cooking. I really thought you’d be properly stocked.”
“What do you want, Nomura?” Barbara asks, head tilting as her hands rise to rest on her hips. She’s tired and still feeling particularly upset over the local grocery store’s lack of mint chocolate chip ice cream, and the magenta changeling is at the very bottom of the list of things she feels like dealing with right now. Along with bowls. Because she’s definitely about to eat this poor imitation of her favorite dessert (peppermint bark, really?) straight from the carton.
“Your baby.”
A thin, red brow arches. “Excuse me?”
“That didn’t come out right,” Nomura says in a flat, derisive tone. She holds up her index finger and tries again, “What I meant to say is, I want to protect your baby.”
“My baby?” The doctor shifts her weight to one side. “How do you even know I’m pregnant?”
“I read your mail. And,” Nomura jerks her thumb toward a grainy photo stuck to the refrigerator, “there’s a sonogram with your name on it.”
Okay, fine.
“It literally says Baby Lake-Strickler on the top corner.”
A muscle in Barbara’s jaw ticks.
“Look. I know you can take care of yourself. You’re not defenseless. I get that,” Nomura barrels on before her audience has the chance to lose what little patience she has left. “But what about next week? Or six months from now when you’re the size of a house? Let me help you. Please.”
“Right.” Barbara sighs and reaches up to rub the bridge of her nose, knocking her glasses askew in the process. “Listen, I don’t mean to be rude but - “
“He was my brother.”
There’s a hitch to her voice, one that’s desperate enough to draw Barbara’s attention to how haggard she appears now. Thinner, too. Like she hasn’t known a moment’s peace in weeks. And the persistent shadow of anguish that seems to have settled in her green eyes, well... Barbara can certainly empathize with her, can’t she?
“He was my brother,” Nomura repeats slowly. She swallows. “And if Draal gets to pledge his life to protecting one of Stricklander’s children, I get to do it with this one.”
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