They've got a pilot ready for an ANIMATED continuation of Firefly, set between the end of the show and Serenity. Be sure to scream about Firefly to literally everyone you know and like/share the OnceWeWereSpacemen instagram post!
yes, I use generative AI as part of my creative process
no, I don't use generative AI as part of my creative process
Voting ended onDec 29, 2025
I should probably define what falls under the umbrella of generative AI here but I kinda don't feel like it, but like. using an image generator to make references. brainstorming by talking with chatgpt. generating images of characters as inspiration. all that kinda jazz counts. as of course does full-on using genAI to make your stuff.
remember that your vote is anonymous, so you don't have to out yourself on one side or the other when you share. I'm just curious what the spread is actually like when there's some anonymity. if you're wondering my own opinion it's in my original tags, but I'm attempting not to be judgemental in this accompanying text.
In Avid's stream last night he was describing vampirism as being a second puberty for v!Avid and joking about him being on oestrogen and many such things as this.
so anyway, transfem avid comic be upon ye ^_^ i hc him as bigender hehe. bi²
Working on a fanfic and I've gotten caught up thinking about wasteland food, really specifically in Fallout 4 but this post might stretch further. I'm just putting my thoughts down and out into the world, please feel free to add more thoughts and ideas.
This is long I apologies, hence the cut.
So obviously there are a fair amount of real world equivalences for meats and stuff. Brahman is Cow - So beef products, I think chickens exist in universe but I don't remember seeing any in Boston, I also don't care I chose to believe there are some, I don't recall any pig equivalents and the west have Big Horners - Sheep - but the east don't. Then theres Mirelurks which are mutated Crabs - theres also implied fish - we never see any in game but in the decor and stuff theres atleast the implication that fish exist and would be eaten. Radstag - Deer. These are what I consider pretty typical meats for the average wastelander in a settlement to have access to (except like mirelurk and maybe rad-stag?)
Then theres the 'lesser' meats - from things that just have less meat to offer for the hassle of getting it. Things like Dog, Bloodbug - Radroach - Bloatfly, rad rat (never seen in boston but defo must exist). These feel like the sort of thing that a drifter and more nomadic wastelander would eat and have access to. They more exotic foods but simply because most people would dismiss the as 'bad'.
And then theres the meats that are more exotic because they're difficult to get and so cost more to attain - Deathclaw, Radscorpian, Yaoi Gui. Things only a professional merc or hunter could attain.
I also think something worth considering is the geographical difficulties of transporting food. Meat cannot be transported far because of it's shelf life - settlers are also going to struggles storing it. as a side note I think it makes sense that some settlements have one working fridge freezer thats frankinstiened from a bunch of others and just about works but it's shared with the whole community. I think both of these things lead to a more community focused food system, outside of the big cities like Diamond City were there are clear places people by meals from, I think settlements have a collective effort to make meals where stews of several kinds become the basis of their diet. They add whatever meat they've got, whatever veg they can grow, mostly carrots, tatos and corn and they make a large stew. This also comes from the face most settlements you come across in Fo4 only have one fire with a cooking pot over it, sometimes not even that. So people cook collectively and eat as a community. The other advantage to stew is that if covered it can last a couple days. I think along a similar vein soups are a big thing in the wasteland, a settlement that grows mostly gourds and tatos will probably make more soups than anything else and by bread from a trader.
On that note Wastelanders definaly have bread, bread exists in early cultures globably and we know that wastelanders can grow grain so I assume there must be mills somewhere in the wasteland that people can crush the grain down with, even if some are doing it by hand. This also helps explain where the noodles come from for the noodle shop in Diamond City - cause pasta only needs eggs and flour and so if chickens exist then there must be eggs and then there must be somewhere trading flour. But anyway, people make bread and bake it over fires, some people might have something closer to a working over.
I also think food is entirely settlement dependent, theres a line you can overhear in Diamond City that implies that everyone on the field eats at Takahashi's noodle bar, but that the Dugout does offer food. And then theres the sidequest where you can return the deathclaw egg to the robot outside the tap house, implying that many in the upper stands eat at the Tap House. As I've already mentioned I think the smaller farming settlements fend for themselves but with a focus on the community within the settlement, but there is some trade between them. Mr Abernathy makes reference to a farmers market in Diamond City that takes place sometimes allowing for the smaller farms to trade goods and expand their diet out a little bit from simply what they have to offer.
Then theres places like Goodneighbor and Bunker Hill. I don't think either place has a set establishment that serves food, they both have a bar but not resterant, implying that people sort themselves out when it comes to food. this makes sense as both settlements consist of drifters and caravaneers who move around a lot and so would struggle to maintain farms and livestock. These are places where the 200 year old food comes into play more. By some miricle scavengers are still finding stores of pre-war food that is considered edible I think these get traded primarily within the drifter communities, they last forever and most can be eaten from anywhere as far as anyone in the wasteland seems to care allowing them to be perfect for people constantly on the move.
And then theres the question of what kind of meals do people have, I don't have as many thoughts on that. What would you make with a Tato? There like tomato potato hybrids right? So other than soup can they be roasted? Fried? Make the base for a sauce? Can they be eaten raw? Or are they tough like a potato?
Also a final thought, I chose to believe Mutfruits are sweeter? There sort of like apples in my mind so make the base for pies and sweeter treats but can also be paired with meats.
Written for @falloutober 2025 - Day 14 - Prompt Rags
She had heard about this place from some of the adults in Rivet City, when they thought she wasn’t listening they discussed a place out west where it was rumoured that a bunch of kids lived alone. Somewhere that a stray like her wouldn’t be singled out, somewhere Ms. Amber might not be able to find her. Somewhere she could be free, maybe.
Standing at the gates, deep underground with nothing but the clothes on her back and the knife in her hand, her confidence ebbed. She’d managed to make it across the Capital Wasteland, alone, with minimal injury. The cut on her arm and the grazes on her knees were a result of having to run past a group of raiders and falling over a ledge. Not a big drop, but enough that it had slowed her down. In the end she had made it though, from Rivet City to Little Lamplight.
When the spunky kid yelled out from a walkway at the other side of the wall, she couldn’t bring herself to talk. Couldn’t respond. Silent tears rolled down her checks, as she held the knife out in front of her. Cold began to seep past her thin ragged dress. She was scared and exhausted. Her hands were shaking, just like they did when Ms. Amber sat her down for her injections.
If the other kid was still talking to her, she couldn’t tell, she shrank in on herself staring at her hands. If she watched them enough, maybe they would stop shaking. When had she dropped her knife? She could still be in danger. She didn’t know if these people would actually accept her. But she couldn’t move. At some point she’d ended up on the floor, distantly she knew her knees stung.
Hands landed on her shoulders, jolting out of her strange trance she stared blankly up at him. When she hadn’t responded to his initial shout, MacCready had begrudgingly made his way down and tried to talk to her face to face. He knew she wasn’t a mungo, she couldn’t have been any older than himself. He knew that look in her eyes, had seen it in some of the other kids that showed up in Little Lamplight. He knew what fear looked like.
Pushing back his helmet, he offered her a hand. “I’m MacCready, welcome to Little Lamplight.”
Her eyes flicked down to his hand, with a shaky breath, she took it letting him pull her up from the ground.
“What’s your name?” He asked as he did a once over of her injuries, clocking the crusted blood on her arm and the scraped knees.
She couldn’t respond. Her tongue was like lead in her mouth.
“What, you got no tongue or something?” That sharpness returned to his voice. He didn’t like being left waiting for answers, and it was important he knew her name, without a name what were they supposed to call her. Eventually she’d get another one, he knew that. He was one of the few around here with a name someone else had given him before he showed up, not that he remembered the person who’d given it to him. Kids from the outside always had names, though they weren't always attached to them.
“Don’t talk much, huh?” MacCready asked, leading her further in, the gate closing behind them, someone would go and grab her knife later. “We need something to call you.” He stated, no longer addressing her, instead just thinking out loud.
She followed him, slowly steadying her breathing, trying to fight back the feeling that the cavern walls were collapsing in on her. The same feeling she had on those days when Ms. Amber did her medical exam. The same one she had to shake off every time, alone. With a final deep breath, she shook off all that fear and anxiety, if MacCready wanted to hurt her, he could have already. She knew so little about the wasteland, maybe he was leading her into a trap.
Another girl stepped out of the old visitors center. She saw MacCready and a new girl, then the injuries and rushed over.
“Hi,” her preppy voice contrasted the snark of MacCready, “I’m Lucy. Am I okay to look at your arm?” She asked, gesturing to her arm.
Page nodded.
“You got a name?” She toned her prep down just a little bit, enough to make Page feel a little bit more comfortable.
When Page didn’t respond she turned to MacCready with a raised eyebrow.
“No fucking clue.” He stated with a shrug as he returned to his position above the gate, then added with a yell “Could just call her Whisper.”
Lucy watched Page for a reaction, she smiled at the name. It felt appropriate, she didn’t talk much and had always been a quiet kid. It was a trait that had scared several folk in Rivet City, including the guards. She’d never really liked the name Page, and it tied her to Ms. Amber, maybe a new name would help her hide a little bit more.
“Whisper, huh,” Lucy mused over the name briefly, before leading her inside. She’d need new clothes, the blue dress was nice, but could do with some repairs. They had a box of old stuff at the back of Lucy’s little clinic and Whisper could pick out anything they wanted from it after she’d had her arm properly checked over and cleaned.
