The Mormons are not winning this one

How to get true neutral karma 101

I haven’t beat honest hearts yet

My brother warned me that in-context this makes Geiger look more evil then intended but this took me a long time and I like how it looks so I’m posting it anyways

So... Genuinely curious, if anyone in the Fallout fandom hapeth upon this...

Is there uh... Is there a fandom for this?? Or am I the only one? Is this worth starting another blog purely to go insane over ✨them✨

More of Courier Six enjoying a relaxing evening. A vault was likely plundered earlier that day.

Wisdoms of the burned man

yea

next wisdom is here

New vegas for a while baby

Anyway have a great day ya'll

ya’ll have no idea how much i love this dlc

Fallout Casting for Megumi Fushiguccicakes for Jujutsu Kaisen Abridged react fic

"I like gigantic, heaving sophistication. Sopping wet tenderness! And a big! Fat!! Gaping sense of compassion!!!" - Megumi Fushiguro, Episode 5 JJK Abridged (by The Schmuck Squad).

Reasons To Why I Believe These Characters Should Be Casted listed below the cut:

Katja (a scavenger who joins Elrand on his journey in Fallout simply because he asked, leaving the Followers of the Apocalypse which she had tagged along with, is enthusiastic with her blades) -> She's got the sarcasm. I feel it in my bones.

Finidy Mona (my Fallout 2 Chosen One OC, faceclaim Jessica Alba) -> She looks for personality in a relationship and not to mention got skills that make her one of the strongest characters (if only she applied those skills though).

Alph Dolen (my Fallout 3 Lone Wanderer OC, faceclaim Sam Blackensee) -> He's got daddy issues.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy/"Cass" (a caravan owner from Fallout New Vegas before the Van Graffs and the Crimson Caravan worked together to destroy it, Cass drunk her sorrows away at an NCR Mojave outpost, until Ryder showed up to get her contract, though managed to barter her way into getting Cass to give up her caravan name but ensuring she still gets the opportunity to start again. Impressed, Cass journeys with Ryder to New Vegas to find Benny, and Ryder helps her find justice and learn to live. Has a heart condition inherited by her father, John Cassidy) -> Cass has a father who abandoned her, like Toji did to Megumi, and her sarcasm bites.

Danse (from Fallout 4, a loyal Paladin in Maxson's chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel, helps Nate get onboard the Prydwen and meet Maxson, a capable ally who warms up to Nate, despite his xenophobic beliefs, has a crisis after finding out his entire life has been a lie when discovering he was a synth the whole time and the group who gave him purpose have turned their back on him. Nate though doesn't give up on him and gets him out of the BoS without being killed, and gives him a place amongst the Minutemen, which Danse was greatly appreciative and grateful for. It's a long journey, but he is letting go of the hatred he had towards others and himself) -> Danse's sarcasm would probably be confusing. Also man understands the importance of BROtherhood, coming from the Brotherhood of Steel. Spends more time getting stronger to avenge his teammates than looking to get hitched.

Miria (from Fallout 2, Finidy's wife after both were caught in the act by Miria's father, Grisham, causing a shotgun wedding, and throughout their journey together they become closer and Miria becomes a rather cool fighter, unlike in canon but the mods are impressive) -> Perhaps the least "Megumi" like person here, but she would call someone out for being stupid probably (she's had to deal with Davin after all).

Sarah Lyons (from Fallout 3, the daughter of Elder Owyn Lyons, she leads the Lyons' Pride out into the ruins of DC to fight against the Super Mutant threat. There she happens upon Alph and Amata while they're pinned down by Super Mutant forces, and bring them both to the GNR station. Alph and Sarah get close and become good friends with each other, and supports him both when the Enclave take over Project Purity and during his ghoulification (especially when he's hunting down the Enclave remnants) -> She's badass and understands the "bro" in "Brotherhood of Steel". She also has a dad, so she's "daughter material".

Bitter-Root (from Fallout New Vegas, he was adopted by Major Dhatri after the massacre of the Great Khans at Bitter Springs, became an NCR First Recon Sergeant. Has negative views of the Great Khans) -> Not only is he "son material" as Dhatri has proven, but like how Megumi doesn't like the Zen'in Clan, Bitter-Root doesn't like the Great Khans (though he should really tone it down). His biological parents also weren't great according to him.

Kasumi Nakano (a girl who ran away from home in the Fallout 4 Far Harbor DLC after believing that she may be a synth, she makes her way to Acadia where DiMA took her in, and is the reason Nate and Nick go to the island in the first place. By helping Kasumi come to terms with her assumed synthhood, this is in turn helps him with his own struggles of humanity and synthhood) -> Kasumi's origins are unknown to herself as Megumi's is to him. Both I guess want to reject that side of themselves (Kasumi and her possible synth origins and Megumi's ties to the Zen'in clan)?

Davin (from Fallout 2, the son of Grisham and brother to Miria, after the latter joins Finidy on her journey after marriage, Grisham forces Davin to do something useful with his life, and Davin joins the Enclave going about. Eventually, he helps Finidy and her entourage get inside the oilrig base and guide them through it as well) -> Talented but lazy with his full potential.

Follows-Chalk (a Dead Horses' scout-in-training from the Fallout New Vegas Honest Hearts DLC, Follows-Chalk accompanies Ryder through the Zion valley and helps her meet Joshua Graham) -> Has a reluctant role model in Joshua Graham (just like Megumi kind of has a reluctant role model in Gojo though from different POV).

Remember, for the alternative option, REBLOG and put in the tags WHO else from the Fallout franchise should be Abridged!Megumi and WHY you think they'd better suit the role.

I've also created and will continue to update (until the polling is done) a Master List for the poll results of the casted winners. You can find it right here.

You can find my Fallout OC profiles Master List right here, which also includes a link to the original post where I pitched my react fic idea. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, chow!

Art rut so bad drew a Mormon to get me outta it (didn't work)

the sands of Zion, part 2.

fallout: new vegas Joshua Graham x female courier reader

summary: for one of the first times since you were given a second chance at life, you’re hell bent on revenge, and not even a man like Joshua Graham will stand in your way. warnings: violence typical to fallout: new vegas (you should know the drill by now people come on 🙄)

read part 1 for this to make sense lol :) ••●••••●••••●••

your hat had indeed made its merry way downstream, and you fished it out of the water with a huff. it was soaked, but you replaced it where it always sat nonetheless. what you were planning to do would upset Joshua without a doubt, and you were only twisting the knife in your heart by abandoning Follows-Chalk in his most vulnerable moment. but you had caused this, and you were going to fix it. there was plenty of ammunition in that dropped bag, and you rarely missed a shot. as it usually did, your brain and body worked together on autopilot. you were too consumed with anger to rationally be in control right now, so you took a backseat for the time being. the anger was kept at a simmer, until the revenge part of your plan arrived. it didn’t take you long to retrieve the dropped bag, it was untouched thankfully. you dug out the necessary ammo, reloading your rifle and stuffing your pockets with extra. you added another knife to your other boot, and decided to snag a pistol for yourself too should close combat be required. you hid the bag in the bushes, and passed the bodies of the White Legs who had attempted the ambush earlier with a bitter taste in your mouth. you were about to deal a heavy blow to the White Legs numbers, or die trying. you tracked the remainder of the White Legs raiding party to a temporary camp. they must’ve not heard the commotion from earlier because they all seemed quite happy this evening. they had no idea that at least three quarters of their party lay dead in the dust, or sand, a short walk away. you were about to start your lone assault when a hand covered your mouth from behind and picked you off of the ground, taking you backwards to the cover of the cliffs. you struggled, but soon picked up on the bandages covering your mouth. of course he’d followed. “what you are about to do is ill-advised, not because I’m against it, but because you likely won’t survive on your own, courier.” his voice switched something within your brain that brought you back to the forefront. despite your now complete stillness, you were both still pressed against one another, your back to his front, in the shadows of the cliffs. you told yourself it was for fear of being spotted by the White Legs, but really his presence was a great relief, and his physique wasn’t half bad either. how he’d kept in decent shape with the injuries he’d sustained you didn’t know. “it’s going to happen either way, so make your choice.” you warned, your voice low. you were in a state that you could not be logically reasoned out of. only a good slap to the face would make you rethink your plan, not that you would tell Joshua that. he was silent as the White Legs carried on making noise and being generally rowdy behind you both. he was still holding you to him. clearly he didn’t want to let go either. “look, I don’t hold it against anyone if they don’t want to fight, just don’t try and stop me.” with that, you eased out of his hold, and started adjusting your rifle. “the odds are better with two of us, God willing.” he conceded, appearing to lose an internal battle with himself. “last chance to stay out of it, or join me.” you said, about to sneak back up to the camp. Joshua held your eye contact for a few blistering seconds, before taking his pistol out and taking the safety off with a silent nod. ‘isn’t he the gift that keeps on giving?’ you thought smugly to yourself, before returning to your original position on a slightly higher rock that would allow you perfect access to the heads of the White Legs. Joshua took up his own position below you, waiting for any stragglers to come past. you fired the first shot, and managed to get a few more in before the White Legs scattered for cover and started shouting orders at one another. Joshua was out from behind his cover and taking shots at those closest to him, so you retired the rifle and took out the two knives. one had worked perfectly fine before, and two would work now. you slid down from the rock, darting behind the tents and slicing necks and stabbing chests wherever possible. Joshua was making fine progress himself, taking out White Legs who dared to leave cover in a few shots. you were already slightly covered in the blood of the White Legs, and smiled to yourself at the chance to have Joshua wash it off again. you caught yourself and dropped the smile, before kicking out the legs of another unsuspecting White Leg and stabbing them in the forehead. blood gushed down their face, and you wiped your knives on your trousers. Joshua was reloading, and with you cleaning off the knives for a few seconds, you left an opening. a remaining White Leg jumped out from the shadows, knocking you down to the ground. these guys really seemed to enjoy knocking you over! with your knives restricted in your pinned down hands, you resorted to kicking out with your legs, but the White Leg resisted the flimsy kicks and moved one hand to your throat. realising what was about to happen, you took a breath, and their hand clamped down hard. it was crushing. this had happened a few times before, but not for a while. the pressure was enough to make you feel nauseous, but you kept kicking out, and fought to free at least one hand from their iron grip. a flash of muted white behind the tribal saw them lifted from you and tossed aside, you sat up and hurled a knife, landing one in their chest and then the second closely followed in their neck. wheezing, you fell onto your back, starting the classic coughing fit, and watched as Joshua put one final bullet in between the White Legs’ eyes. he retrieved your bloodied knives, and then bent down to check over your neck. he gently moved your hands away, and used his fingertips to move your head again like he had in the river. he was done after a few seconds, and offered you a hand. you both stood up and left that camp burning to the ground with some well aimed sticks lit by the dying campfire. ••●••••●••••●•• as you walked up the Eastern Virgin with the bag over your shoulder and Joshua trailing behind, just in case any White Legs had returned and found their camp ravaged, you couldn’t help but keep one hand on your neck as if that would protect it from the damage already done. when the camp was in view, you sped up, wading with force, and dumping the bag by the shore. removing your hat, you briskly walked through Angels Cave with Joshua closely behind. you were sweating, covered in splatters of blood that weren’t yours for the second time that day, half strangled and near exhaustion but desperate to see Follows-Chalk. the group surrounding him parted as you slowed to a stop. the presence of Joshua, their war chief, made them go quiet. they all looked to him, but he was too busy watching you. he had never seen guilt and relief expressed as you were expressing it, a sad smile across your blood stained face, but true tears in your tired eyes. you went to your knees to be by Follows-Chalk’s side, discarding your hat again. the others in the cave cleared out, sensing the atmosphere, but Joshua lingered. “I am so sorry, I should’ve seen them coming-” Follows-Chalk shook his head and took your shaking, scarred hands in his. “they had us outnumbered from the start. I’m just glad you were there with me.” you had to compose yourself from completely losing your cool right there in front of Joshua and poor Follows-Chalk, and it was a struggle. “what happened to your neck?” Follows-Chalk pointed out, reaching out to see the beginnings of a bruise forming on your skin. you shook your head and told him not to worry, that it was just a ‘random injury’ you’d picked up somehow. you wanted to keep talking, but the healers were coming back. you promised to come back in the morning, as the Dead Horses began flocking to Follows-Chalk’s side again. Joshua waited patiently at the edge of the group for you to retrieve your hat he had picked up from the cave floor. you had a habit of completely forgetting about your hat in times of great emotion. “thank you.” you said to Joshua, as you took your hat and left the cave to wash that blood off of your face for the second time. “would you like me to come with you?” he’d said it so casually you almost didn’t register it. “company wouldn’t be a bad thing right now.” you agreed, walking side by side with him into the open night air. you knelt by the river’s edge, shrugged off your overcoat and pushed your hair back. Joshua stood behind you, giving you space. you dipped your hands into the water, really feeling that cold seep through your skin, before you splashed your face and started feeling around for the dried blood. it had only been a few moments until Joshua was kneeling by your side, dipping his fingertips into the water. “face me.” he said, as if this was an everyday occurrence. you did so, relaxing slightly as he ran his fingertips across your face and washed the blood off. he wasn’t gentle, he really made sure it was gone, but he was careful to not be rough either. your hair would fall into your face a few times, and he brushed it back with practiced ease each time before you could. it made you smile slightly, to which he questioned you. “what makes you smile like that?” he asked, as he finished by running the cold water across your eyelids. “you getting my hair out of the way, it’s such a simple thing.” you replied, your voice tired and soft. it made him feel something again in his chest. “I see.” he simply said, not really getting it. “women are very easy to please when you get to know us, it’s the little things.” you joked, as his hands left your face and you opened your eyes. you certainly felt refreshed after two cold river water washes. “I’m guessing you don’t want anything cleaned in return?” you meant it as a joke, but watched as Joshua held out his hands. “really?” “if you wouldn’t mind.” he started unwrapping the bandages down to his wrist, and then held them out for you. “doesn’t it... cause you pain?” you asked, lowering his hands to the water’s edge and gently splashing them to begin with. “exposing anything that was burned to the open air does cause me pain, but that is how I remind myself of my failures.” you didn’t say anything as you rested one of his hands on your lap, taking the other in your hands and submerging it fully under the water. “is this okay?” you asked, hoping he wasn’t in too much pain. he nodded, and you gently used your own fingers to wash away the sweat from the day, and the dust that seemed to get caught everywhere. “just say if it gets too much, I don’t know much about burns.” you smiled apologetically at him, before switching his hands over. the wet one rested on your lap, drying out in its own time, as you carefully washed the other one under the water. his skin felt as if it had been reimagined in a different way by the flames, so what if it wasn’t smooth like yours? it felt just as human as yours under that water. your own hands were scarred from an accident when you were younger, presumably, so you shared a similarity there. “you know, I can’t remember it, but I injured my hands pretty bad when I was younger.” you placed the other hand into your lap, and then presented your own hands to him. “I don’t think it’s burns, but it’s... something. I was just thinking that we share having different hands.” his own hands took yours in his and he examined them. “no, not burns. maybe they were broken when you were a child and they realigned like this? but, the surface layer of skin is similar to mine, just not exact. perhaps there was fire involved.” you listened to his thoughts and looked at your hands in a different way. broken as a child? maybe, but both of them being so scarred? it must’ve been a terrible accident. “regardless, I find your hands quite beautiful.” he returned your hands to your lap, and started rewrapping his own scarred hands. you had to hide the heat that rose in your cheeks at his words, and stood up to avoid his eye contact. you picked up your hat and overcoat, before turning to Joshua. you weren’t sure what you wanted to say, but he seemed to have something to say. “if you feel like it, my part of Angels Cave is open to you, especially after today’s events.” you were a little taken back by his offer, but within a few seconds, you found yourself replying. “if you wouldn’t mind?” ••●••••●••••●•• Joshua had a spare bed dragged into his part of Angels Cave by some willing Dead Horses, and you chose a spot on the other side of the cave, as to give Joshua his privacy. you undressed to your undergarments and used an old shirt from your belongings as a nighttime cover up. had you been sleeping where you usually did out in the open, you would’ve kept some layers on, but the fire in this cave was warm, and you already had furs and a sleeping bag. yet, despite being so physically and mentally done with the day, you just could not find sleep. Joshua was still awake, you could hear his occasional movements from across the cave. after turning over for the third time, you sat up in frustration, and made eye contact with Joshua. “I hate to ask this, but where’s that book you’re always reading?” you found yourself asking, as you used a fur to cover your bottom half sliding out of the bed. Joshua picked up the book from the desk and you broke out into a smile. “would you mind if I took a look at it?” he stood up and met you halfway across the cave, handing it over to you. the bruises on your neck were beginning to show even more now, and that angered him deep down. the people who had hurt you and Follows-Chalk were long gone from this world, but he still wanted revenge. he watched with interest as you settled into your bed, and chose random pages to read from. he watched as your eyes grew heavier, and eventually you fell asleep with the book laying half open on your chest. he didn’t dare disturb you now that you had finally fallen asleep, but he did wander over to carefully remove the book from you, and place it by your bedside instead just in case you woke up in the night and wanted to read it again. he could go without it for one night, he knew it like the back of his hand anyway. speaking of hands, he had felt quite pleased ever since you’d washed his hands with such care in the river. he had to admit to himself that when he saw your stricken, blood stained face as you returned with Follows-Chalk, his heart jumped out of his chest and he froze right there at the entrance to Angels Cave. it was only when the others had taken Follows-Chalk from you that he had the mind to see if you were okay. the relief he had experienced when you said the blood wasn’t yours was close to joy, and he had thanked his God a hundred times since. but, he knew that once you had spoken the words of wanting to kill all of the White Legs, that you were on a path he recognised all too well. he had no right to stop you from getting your revenge, and besides, we cannot expect God do all of the work. maybe that was why he had taken such a liking to you since that first day, or maybe seeing you so broken over Follows-Chalk had reignited some of his own humanity that had been forgotten under the orders of Caesar, long ago. whatever the reasoning was, he felt something towards you, something that amplified his every emotion a thousand times. his anger at your bruises, his relief at your safety, his empathy at your pain. things he had not felt in years were creeping back into his life, and he wasn’t sure whether to be scared, or accepting. ••●••••●••••●•• the next day, you did not naturally stir at the crack of dawn like you always did. Joshua did, but he was quiet around the cave, and let you sleep for as long as your body naturally wanted to. he came back a few times over the morning to make sure you hadn’t stopped breathing or gone missing, but there you were each time, peacefully asleep. the bruising on your neck had taken full form now, and looked less terrifying than Joshua had been expecting. still, he was sure you’d feel it once you woke up. Joshua spent his morning going through the duffel bag that had been seemingly forgotten in all of the chaos yesterday. he had to give it to you, the loot was impeccable. your ability to find just about anything, or at least parts of it, was impressive. you were currently on your own mission to repair your Pip Boy, undoubtedly for the journey back to New Vegas where your home was, and Joshua secretly wished that you would never repair the Pip Boy and settle for Zion instead. but, he knew what it was like to miss home and your people, and he didn’t dare think about jeopardising your journey back. in fact, it would be right of him to assist you in every way possible in returning to New Vegas, and that’s what he would do as soon as the White Legs had been dealt with. at least, that’s what he told himself time and time again since meeting you. every moment he spent with you it seemed harder to keep that promise to you and himself, and he resorted to asking his God what the right thing to do was. but even God didn’t seem to have a straight answer for Joshua some days. when you did wake up that afternoon, it was to leave the cave in search of fresh water, which a Dead Horse member provided to you upon your asking. Joshua realised with a start that you had learned some words of their language. he listened to your conversations that day with a keen ear, and realised that you must’ve learned more than he originally thought. there were some phrases that you didn’t quite know, but you had picked up enough basic words and gestures that communicating was simple to do. when you were on your own by the river’s edge, he joined you, his curiosity getting the better of him. “I see you’ve started speaking to the Dead Horses without the need for a translator.” your eyes found his and you smiled smugly. “I have finally picked up enough words to not need Follows-Chalk as my full-time translator.” you replied, a hint of pride in your voice. “I’m demoting him to part-time now, I don’t have as much need for his services, and he isn’t well enough...” you kept your eyes on the river as you spoke, still carrying the guilt of yesterday on your shoulders like bags of rocks. “try not to let that feeling swallow you whole, you had no idea the White Legs would use such a tactic in that area. you both made it out alive, and that’s what matters to all of us.” Joshua spoke with authority now, trying to get the message through to you. you glanced sideways at him, before closing your eyes. “promise me you will one day forgive yourself for what happened. God forgives you, and so do I.” Joshua’s religion previously had little meaning to you, but after reading some of his holy book and hearing those words, it came as a strange comfort. “thank you Joshua,” you said, tenderly, before getting up, “I mean it.” you let your hand rest lightly on his shoulder before returning to Angels Cave to check on Follows-Chalk. Joshua’s chest felt funny again, and the place where your hand had touched his shoulder felt... strange. it was a good kind of strange, however, he liked it. it was as if you had brought him peace just by simply gracing your hand across his body. Joshua was starting to think you were God sent. ••●••••●••••●•• messyyythoughts © 2022 do not translate without my permission, give credit if you repost, support always welcomed <3

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back in 2021 I created these fallout new vegas valentine's day cards and this changed my life! now I can post these every year and hope that someone would use them, because i 100% won't! enjoy <3

p.s. OKAY OKAY I will dedicate the last card to myself!!

"This is Mr. New Vegas, and I feel something magic in the air tonight, and I'm not just talking about the gamma radiation." ✨🌃🌵🌙

Aaa so it’s been a long long time since I made some New Vegas art, but I promised myself if my fanmix on Spotify got to 500 followers, I would revamp the cover art. So here it is!

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Joshua Graham dedicated post/doodle because I love him so much and also cause the Fallout fandom is slowly waking up (i hope)

WIP of Courier Six doing what she does best - ruining people’s day and/or whole lives.

It hints at the events after 'Smells like a Heist' and all the trouble in store for the Followers of the Apocalypse. Things like eviction. Or evading taxes. Or debt.

Or hiding a wanted and dangerous war criminal from the lawful authorities of New Vegas.