#ch: georgia tate
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this house is haunted with dead men i can’t lose / and a sneaky old feeling gives me those haunted house blues
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#fallout#fallout 4#fo4#sole survivor#rae.psd#ch: georgia tate#ok now let me just [screams] i’m sooooo happy with how this came out#shout out 2 my wife for helping me with anatomy issues ♡ mwah
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recent google searches by georgia tate
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what's she whisperin in his ear? we may never know. but it's definitely getting the desired reaction.
big thank to the amazing @janearts for this commission of my two fallout faves, maccready & georgia <3 pls check out jane's comms if you get the chance !!
#fallout#fallout 4#rj maccready#maccready#sole survivor#ch: georgia tate#commissions#EEEEEE i've been waitin on this one for a while & waking up to the email was very nice :>#them.....#ship: you're not my first love but you're my last ( georgia x maccready )
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what a wish huh
#fallout#fallout 4#sole survivor#rj maccready#maccready#fo4#if i saw me post this earlier no u didn’t 🤫#noticed some mistakes right after posting#ch: georgia tate#rae.psd#kept seeing this meme & they were all i could think abt.
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not pictured: the handful of rad-x she consumed before even entertaining the mere thought of being near water in a swimsuit
#fallout#sole survivor#rae.psd#ch: georgia tate#wow two arts in one day !#tbf this one didn’t take much effort to clean up#also not pictured: mac going 👁👁
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So often I worry I will lose my softness,
for there is so much in this world that fills me with rage.
biggest praises to @twiddletaffy for this absolutely wonderful piece of my sole survivor, georgia :) please go check out their commissions when they’re open again, they are well worth it !!
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“And there she is. The most resilient housewife in the Commonwealth.”
#fallout#fallout 4#fo4#sole survivor#no glasses bc i’m lazy. but it’s more dramatic without them lol#i can’t wait to write her spiraling#ch: georgia tate#rae.psd#also i’m v proud of the v simple rim lighting
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redoing a certain someone’s ref sheet since it’s been over a year since i made the last one. i wanted to see how much she + my art has changed in over a year & holy cow !!!!
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inspired by my wife’s skyrim version, i decided to draw stuff georgia keeps in her pack/on her person
1. pack / 2. wedding rings with engraving on the inside; one reads “To Have” & the other “To Hold” / 3. caps, always / 4. flip lighter with G+RJ scratched into it / 5. a pack of grey tortoise menthol cigarettes / 6. wasteland survival guide, issue #8 / 7. personal bottle of rad-x / 8. duct tape / 9. wrapped soap / 10. bobby pins / 11. screwdriver / 12. stimpaks / 13. pen & pencil / 14. glasses, slightly cracked / 15. nuka cola / 16. cowboy hat with cornflowers tucked into the band
#fallout#fallout 4#sole survivor#rae.psd#ch: georgia tate#she’s very particular about her rad-x after the first time she ate wasteland food ok#also need 2 make it clear that she doesn’t keep the rings out of affection. it’s more out of guilt.#this was so much fun to draw tho :)
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she is like a paper doll to me
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#fallout#fallout 4#sole survivor#fo4#ch: georgia tate#rae.psd#i’m soooo pleased with how these came out :)
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rules: tag five people and have them post five songs that fit their OC and three outfits that they'd wear/fit their aesthetic
tagged by @nightscavalry hehe thank u ken
tagging: @anoras @pitchmoss @mrs-theirin @devilbrakers @perpetuagf
under the cut so i don't take up the dashboard <3
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tbh at some point i'll have to sit down & draw georgia in various 50s sewing patterns.....
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big thank to @stilwaterbutcher for this cute lil drawing of georgia !! you can also hit them up if you're interested 👀
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these two see you across the third rail and say they like your vibe wyd
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#fallout#fallout 4#fo4#rj maccready#maccready#sole survivor#rae.psd#ch: georgia tate#if u saw me post this earlier no u didn’t. i forgot to do georgia’s hair strands bc i was so excited 2 post.#anyways i’m super happy with how this came out !!!! i love them#also shoutout to furby wastelandhell for that one drawing of mac w/ earring#changed my life
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hand made and she’s so proud about it.
happy holidays everyone ❄️🎁🕯
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georgia ref sheet be upon ye
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#fallout#fallout 4#fo4#sole survivor#rae.psd#ch: georgia tate#this was a beast to do but. god damn it i did it.#shoutout 2 kyngsnake n atomitron for inspiration !!!#nudity cw
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a mutual haunting (they both live au)
October 23, 2287
Inside his decontamination pod, Nathan Tate gasps for the first breath he will take in this new century.
He doesn’t know it yet, still trying to parse what the fuck just happened to him. Shaun had been in his arms the entire time, from when they entered the vault to getting into the pods. Across from him, Georgia had been staring at him from her own, an indecipherable look on her face like something bad was going to happen. Considering he just had a gun leveled at him and their son taken out of his arms by force before being shoved back into his pod, she may have been right.
The door of his pod opens with a hiss and he stumbles out of it, legs wobbling like the gelatin they served during Basic. Nathan sucks in air like a drowning man. He chokes on the crisp coolness of it, some artificial taste bitter on the back of his throat that makes him cough. An alarm blares from somewhere around him and an automated voice says something about a cryogenic array and it clicks. Anger courses through him like an overwhelming wave and he punches the door of his pod. His hand bounces off as it explodes in pain but he barely registers it. The vault staff had been lying to them. They hadn’t been decontaminated at all.
A yell tears out of him, primal and ripping through his throat, and God he needs a place to put this fury before it consumes him. The people responsible seemed like a good target. Whoever took Shaun had hell coming after them, once Nathan could find his way out.
He paces back and forth in front of his pod, trying to quiet his raging mind. It’s only when some water drips onto his head from the leaking ceiling does he remember Georgia in her own pod. He approaches.
On the other side of the glass, she was perfectly frozen inside. Her wheat blonde curls fell over her shoulders and framed her face that was contorted in anguish as if she had been frozen in the middle of a scream. Their conversation from before the end of the world replays in Nathan’s mind as he looks at her from the outside. He swallows and quickly goes to check the other pods housing their neighbors.
All of them were slumped over inside, skin wan and eyes closed. A terminal mounted on the wall at the end of the row catches his attention. It doesn’t have a password on it and responds when he taps the spacebar. Files flash over the screen and Nathan sees Cryogenic Array: Offline and system failure as his eyes skim over the words until others stand out. Pod C6: Nathan Tate and Shaun Tate. His eyes skim faster. He sees Pod Door and Override Engaged on the same line.
Overridden, then. If it was the same people who took Shaun…it was possible they were still in the vault, right? They had to be—whatever happened topside would have destroyed everything. There was no surviving out there, at least not without a fight. Right about now, Nathan had a lot in him.
Below the entry for him and Shaun is Georgia’s. The status reads as Alive as opposed to all of their neighbor’s Deceased, which he supposes is a good thing. He wonders, vaguely, why she was left alive but her pod not overridden like his. A malfunction, maybe? There was no option to override from the terminal and as Nathan walks back over to Georgia’s pod, he wonders if busting her out is even a good idea. Staring into the horror of her expression, all it does is conjure up memories of the night before. He swallows again, her words echoing in his head.
“I want a divorce.”
Nathan bites down on the inside of his cheek. After what they just went through, what they have now lost…surely she wouldn’t still mean that. They had made a promise when they got married, hadn’t they? Until death did they part? His to have, hers to hold.
But then again…frozen as she was, she had seen him give up their son to strangers. Sure, there had been a fucking gun shoved in his face, but he could assure himself that she’d still be angry with him. If there was one thing he knew about his wife, she could hold onto her anger in ways he never could, keep it all inside until it was ready to rear its ugly head. He had gotten a good look at it last night.
Nathan begins to wonder how far away “last night” really was. If they were frozen, how much time had passed? How much time was passing for Georgia now, still frozen in the same position she’d been subjected to for God knows how long? And, if she remained frozen, how much would she be aware of if he thawed her out?
His mind races and he brings himself to look at her face once more. The corner of lined lips he had once enjoyed kissing–could enjoy again, if she’d let him after all this–had a red smudge from shaking hands that had applied it that morning. Her freckles are faint under the dusty powder covering her cheeks. Even with her eyes crinkling in the corners like they are now, he notices for the first time the delicate black swoops of her eyeliner. At the bottom of the glass he can just see cuts and dried blood on the knuckles of her left hand, bruises blooming against fair skin.
Looking at her through the glass, all made up and emotional, Nathan makes a decision. Whatever it would take to find Shaun, he knew Georgia to be too soft for it. She’d been a housewife before all this for God’s sake, sitting around their home in her neatly ironed skirts and playing with her hair and makeup between home cooked meals. She wouldn’t even go on walks around the neighborhood, much less fight. How could he expect her to join him in trying to find the people who took their son? No, she would only hold him back. And with how she felt towards him now…he had an idea.
Nathan would find Shaun. He’d give hell and then some to those responsible and then he would come back for Georgia. She had been left alive for some reason, so he could count on her being safe while he was gone. Sitting pretty in her pod, so to speak. As the threads start to weave together, he’s only more and more sure of his idea. If he came back to get her with Shaun in his arms, then she couldn’t possibly stay angry with him. She wouldn’t be able to.
“Don’t wait up,” he says to her pod, and begins his mission with a vengeance.
#au: a mutual haunting#ch: nathan tate#ch: georgia tate#my writing#fallout#fallout 4#the au has a name now that's better than 'they both live' lmao#will probably write random bits & pieces for this instead of like. an actual fic bc rlly the au only works in bits & pieces lol#also writing from nate's pov made me want 2 stab him#realizing his int score is 4 made it worth it tho
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