💫 You are lead inside a massive spaceship by a young man in a suit. He smiles and gestures at a place for you to sit. As you do, he hands you a small tablet. The lights turn off, and a young woman comes out of the cockpit. She smiles at the audience and starts speaking... 💫
Welcome to our spaceship, 'Silver Star'! I am its captain and owner, Severia G. Over. You can call me Cap or Seva, if you like.
💫 Your tablet lights up, and a list of familiar names appears on the screen. Seva continues speaking. 💫
This is a list of fandoms based on which you'll be able to find fanfics, fanarts, or discussions in the spaceship's database!
Silent Hill 2
Batman: the animated series (Recovering - Batfam x reader)
Lord of the Rings, the Hobbit, and the Silmarillion
The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim (A cozy night - Miraak x reader), Oblivion (More than an Emperor - Martin Septim x reader), Morrowind (My hand, my heart, my soul - Dagoth Ur x reader), Online (The Call of Death - Mannimarco x reader)
Fallout 3 (Where have you been all my life? - Colonel Autumn x OC) and Fallout: New Vegas (His very heart - Joshua Graham x reader)
pretty much any horror media, such as classic slasher movies and analog horror
DOOM (A fate worse than death - Prince Ahzrak x reader)
Resident Evil
Harry Potter books
💫 After the lights flicker back on, you are escorted to your room. It's a spacious room with a calming atmosphere, a screen on the wall, and a big bed. You feel safe and comfortable. As you settle in the bed, you look out the porthole. Seva's voice rings out through the intercom... 💫
Hello there! I've found an older sketchbook with these Fallout 3 drawings I did a while ago, along with my OC's.
Individual drawings + OC redesigns under the cut!
These are basically what I was imagining when I first played FO3.
Fawkes is basically the same, as well as Doc Li. I just wanted to give them a bit more individuality.
To be honest, when I met Three Dog, I was a bit disappointed. I think that they made the character a bit bleak compared to what he sounded like on the radio. So I gave him some funky hair and funkier glasses! Also a cool scrap earring (disinfected, I hope).
Same with Moira, who, IMHO, should be a little more tech-savvy given her behavior/personality. I liked the original design, so I just added a monocle-thing? If someone knows what it's called, please do tell!
Accidentally made James look like Captain Curly. Oops! He and Catherine are pretty much the same though, just in my artstyle (though I did add last names, with James' being Liberty (a last name he took later in his life) and Catherine's being McGregor. Colonel Autumn is shown with a couple scars to showcase the fact that a very important person in the Enclave is not wearing any armor. He can only be lucky for so long.
And finally, April May and Eileen Joe. These are their very first designs, which I redid recently. Please welcome...
...the new and improved FO3 OC's!
I tried making them look a little bit like their parents (hehe Eileen looks so much like her dad), and also convey their personalities through their looks. I think I did okay, with Eileen being the cold protector with no morals, and April having zero certainty in reality and ten luck.
Also yes, this is partially an ad for my FO3 fanfiction, Nothing to Write Home About! Check it out if you'd like, as chapter 5 is on the way!
Read Nothing to Write Home about on AO3!
Thanks for reading all the way through, hope you enjoyed the fanart!
So, I thought I was over fictional crushes, but then I read The Prince of Crows by Aaron Dembski-Bowden. Aaand, why do I only now find out there's a namesake of mine in the world of Warhammer 40k?
What's a side quest that was better than the main story?
Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.
Honestly? Any quest in Fallout 3. Wasteland Survival Guide especially—I love all the different ways you can go through with it and the ways it affects the result.
Grabs the shiny object and runs away, cawing like a raven
Fallout: New Vegas companions (platonic), female Courier Six
Warnings: none!
Divider done by yours truly
The casino lights shone above the courier's head as she trotted importantly through the halls. Bags and backpack full of strange trinkets hung from her shoulders, their contents jingling mysteriously. Her face was beaming as she rode the elevator upstairs, ready to bring the Christmas spirit to the hearts of her friends.
The residents of the large apartment of the Lucky 38 heard the gentle bell of the elevator, and then a loud: “A package for the best crew ever!”
Arcade jumped back from ED-E, quickly turning his head. Veronica looked up from her bright-red armchair.
“Where have you been, Six?” she asked, then threw an old ball across the room. Rex woofed and followed, happily shaking his tail.
“Shopping, shopping, and shopping!” the courier exclaimed, her eyes twinkling. “It’s Christmas time.”
Hearing the word, Lily cooed and approached the courier. “What a wonderful idea, sweetie,” she rasped, lifting Six up and crushing her against her chest in a hug. The courier could only laugh and pat Lily’s arm.
“Thanks, Grandma,” she choked out, “please, set me down now.”
The crew worked tirelessly to decorate the apartment. No companion was left without work—Arcade and ED-E hung twinkling lights around, Veronica was packing the presents, Lily went out to get a tree, Boone was setting up additional security measures (for some reason), Raul was cooking, Cass was out getting drinks, and Rex was the talisman, moving around to lie down and watch the work being done, occasionally woofing in excitement.
An hour later, the elevator door opened and Lily stomped in, carrying a large tree. “The prettiest out there!” she declared, setting the tree down with a force that cracked the floor. The spruce stood proud, its dark-brown bark was a pleasant contrast to the green needles.
The next hour was nothing short of delightful as the crew decorated the tree. Six had brought some old magazines that they carved small figures out of, a garland of star caps was hung on the needles, and soon the spruce was shining under the yellow lights of the lamps.
The scent of food filled the spacious apartment as Raul stirred the stew. Six was tinkering with her radio, trying to find a broadcast of any Christmas music. And the one thing she could find that was at least a little merry was…
“‘Jingle, Jangle, Jingle’?” Arcade huffed. “Well, I suppose it does have a … fun vibe.”
“The most fun I could find…” Six mumbled unhappily. “Remind me to visit Mr. New Vegas and record a couple songs.”
Finally, it was time for the Christmas meal. The crew sat around a big table, the plates full of food made out of old canned goods. The apartment shook with laughter, the air filled with anecdotes and ED-E’s happy beeping. The courier reached under the table, pulling out a clumsily-decorated package.
“Veronica, this one’s for you,” she said, handing the package to the young woman.
“Ooh, thank you, thank you!” Veronica squealed as she tore into the package. “A dress?!”
“Well, that’s unexpected,” Arcade said slowly as he opened his own gift, revealing a brand new laser pistol. “But thank you, Six.”
“Appreciated,” Boone muttered, though his eyes twinkled at the weight of a rifle repair kit in his hand.
“My dear, so thoughtful,” Lily rasped. In her hands was a withered cookbook of the Old World.
“Better than what I have,” Cass shrugged as she put on a new hat.
“A nice thing, I suppose,” Raul laughed dryly as he wrapped a thin scarf around his neck. “Thanks, Boss.”
Rex woofed happily as Six threw a fresh piece of meat to him, and ED-E peeped in contentment at the sight of an oiler. For once, the courier did not need to worry about anything: not Benny, not New Vegas, not Hoover Dam. For tonight, nothing mattered except Christmas.
🪐 Hello there! The spaceship management requires your opinion on what fandom I should post a Christmas fanfiction on. 🪐
Christmas Special Fandom?
Batman
Fallout 3
Fallout: New Vegas
Lord of the Rings
Silmarillion
The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim
The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion
Other (please comment!)
Voting ended onDec 26, 2025
If you select 'Other', please note that I enjoy pretty much any horror media, Resident Evil, and Harry Potter. I'm just not that familiar with writing fanfics on them, so I didn't include them in the list.
Feel free to specify if you'd like an x reader, no characters other than canon, or an OC fanfiction!
Husband!Miraak x wife!reader, feat. Sofie and Lucia (found family)
Warnings: reader is tired, some mentions of reader’s usual battles, and that’s about it. Pure comfort for reader and her little family. Also this fanfic’s kinda short.
You came home well past midnight. You’d made the mistake of wearing lighter armor earlier today, not expecting anyone to try and attack you. Turned out the local bandits weren’t smart enough to realize that you were, in fact, the Dragonborn, and that a single shout from you could send them all flying to Elsweyr. Still, a few arrows had managed to catch your unprepared body off guard. With a few potions and some magic, you were able to heal yourself; that didn’t mean you were any less angry, though.
As you set your bag filled with ingredients and food for your daughters, you let out a groan of exhaustion. Oh, how you’d missed the comfort of your home. You were a tired soul, not even wanting to eat before plopping right into bed. Sitting down, you took off your shoes, then your dirty armor. You’d clean that tomorrow. You looked around the living room and sighed heavily. The lights were still on. Great. So your husband didn't care enough to put your kids to bed. You stood up straight again and strode into Sofie’s and Lucia’s room. The door was open, and the girls were nowhere to be seen. You growled to yourself. You hated when your girls stayed up too late. It wasn’t healthy for the youngsters!
"They'll start appreciating a good night's sleep once they're older," you mumbled to yourself, closing the door again.
You turned around to go upstairs, but stopped in your tracks when you saw your husband standing at the stairs. He was dressed in a thin nightgown, his hair slicked back, his mask off to reveal his unnatural yet handsome features. He stared at you silently, his thin lips forming a small smile. But you wouldn’t be swayed by his beauty. Not this time. You crossed your arms.
“Not even gonna say hello?” you asked bitterly. The pain and exhaustion of the night’s ordeal weren’t making you feel any less bitter about your husband’s carefree attitude. You took a step towards Miraak, opening your mouth to say another sharp remark, but he silenced you with a chaste kiss. Even though you’d promised to yourself to stay mad at him, you couldn’t help but melt a little. You closed your eyes with a soft exhale, your tense shoulders finally relaxing.
“Hush, my dear” Miraak whispered as he pulled away, gently taking your hand and leading you upstairs. You followed him obediently, your footsteps quiet on the wooden floor. As you walked, you could feel your legs aching with fatigue. You wished for nothing more than your warm bed…
Soon, you reached your bedroom, and your brows furrowed in confusion.
“Where are the kids?” you asked quietly, but your husband paid your question no mind. You sighed. They were probably playing near the lake again. You just wanted to sleep, so you guessed you could leave the kids to Miraak… He gently pushed the door open, and the sight that greeted you warmed your heart.
Your dear girls were sound asleep on your bed. There was a book in Sofie’s hand and a doll in Lucia’s. You stepped inside the room quietly, your hand reaching to stroke your daughters’ hair. The action made them mumble something incoherently, but they remained asleep. You gently took the book from Lucia and put it on the nightstand. You stared at the sight for a few moments, exhaustion giving way to motherly love. Then you sighed and got into bed as well. You hugged your daughters close, feeling Miraak climb into the bed as well. He pulled the three of you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head. Your eyes closed slowly. You could get used to it.
“I love you,” you heard your husband whisper, but you had no strength to reply. You hummed in response, your arms securely wrapped around Lucia and Sofie. Miraak chuckled lowly and closed his eyes as well. He didn’t need to hear you say it to know it was true: you loved him and your daughters more than anything in this life. And they loved you just as much.
Thank you for one hundred likes! To think that I one day came up with the idea, wrote it down, and now there are so many people around the world that like this is ... a good feeling. Otherworldly, almost. Is this what writers feel when they get published?
Warnings: it's ... a weird fanfic. Mannimarco possessed me to write this, I swear. Either way, weird and a bit perverse Manni kisses (but SFW), mentions of death, manipulation, stressed/traumatized reader
Long, cold fingers wrapped around your neck. You felt their burning freeze even through the metal gauntlets. You swallowed a lump, and he reveled in the way your throat bobbed.
The silence between you stretched. Barely alive fingers didn’t want to let go. White eyes stared into your own, surrounded by black circles and spots. Not a single wrinkle on his dead face. His skin too soft yet his features too sharp. Cold lips stretched into a faint smile. You couldn’t escape him—not even in death.
No words had to be said. He leaned down, his icy lips pressing against your own in a cool, possessive kiss, a silent declare of his ownership. Your stomach churned, and you fought the urge to puke into the kiss. He tasted like death—rotting, unforgiving, yet oh so sweet. He noticed that.
Cold fingers moved up to your chin. Gently tilted your head, as gently as death itself could. His tongue found your own, curling around it, letting go, pushing against it softly.
Your body felt weaker. He was sucking the life force out of you, his lips a constant bridge between you—by the Nine, you were fainting. His grip on your throat tightened, metal fingers digging into your flesh, and your eyes snapped open once more. You could feel it—your soul leaving your body through your mouth, his eyes fixed on your face in concentration; but the pleasure in his gaze was unmistakable.
Your hands trembled. You lifted them up to push him away, but the strength was slowly leaving your body. When your palms lay on his chest, he took it as a sign to continue. He laughed, delight ringing in his voice, as he held you tighter.
“No more pain,” he promised you, thumb slowly rubbing your pulse point. “No more suffering, my dear. Just peace.”
His words were poison. But a poison sweet, delicate as rose petals, soothing as a warm bath. No more pain … what would it mean for you? No more troubles, no more travels, no more losing close friends. But you’d have to stay with him. Him, of all people, who could make your existence—as it was just that now, existence—a constant torture.
Your hands slid up to his own neck, so close to squeezing. He gazed up at you, still devouring your soul through your mouth. You wanted to end him. Yet somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to.
His satisfied smile was your reward. He pulled away just short of leaving you breathless, and his hand trailed up to cup your cooling cheek.
“No more pain,” he whispered again. “Just me.”
You wanted to believe him.
After all you’d endured, the call of Death was irresistible.
Warnings: (unresolved?) romantic tension, Joshua having doubts about himself, (a tiny bit of) religious themes, angst with a (kinda) happy ending.
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You must have been an angel. With your sharp wit and your burning desire to help, your beautiful eyes and your voice. With the way you’d play your guitar and the way your hair would flow in the wind. The way you’d splash in the water had his heart racing. You were an angel. At least to Joshua.
To say that Joshua was enamored by you would be an understatement. He loved you with every fiber of his being, though he thought himself to be unworthy of you. Every time you spoke to him, it was like he suddenly forgot the constant pain of his burns. You were so sweet and patient with him. The silence between you was always comfortable.
You loved sitting next to him and playing relaxing tunes while he read the Bible or cleaned his many guns. He wanted you to share his last name. He wanted to look at you and see the same love he felt for you in your eyes. Joshua was ashamed of how many times he’d almost called you “wife”.
Radiant. It was one of the many words Joshua could use to describe you. You were the total opposite of the man – sweet, enthusiastic, lively, optimistic. Joshua had never taken himself as the optimistic type. He was a warrior, a leader, a prophet, anything, but not the sweet man you needed. He was not the man you deserved. Or so he wanted to think.
Surely, he realized that your kind gestures – offering to help with his burns, bringing him trinkets because they made you think of him, cleaning the Angel cave – weren’t made to gain his favor. And even though he refused your help most of the time – not out of distrust, but out of fear, – he still respected you. Sometimes, in the dark of the night, he couldn’t help imagining your gentle hands changing his bandages instead of his own rough and calloused ones.
You were so precious to him. He loved the silent company you’d keep him late at night, when most of the Dead Horses were asleep. He could swear you shone every time he spoke to you. Or maybe it was the lighting...
It was a rainy morning when you came to the Angel cave with a full bag slung over your shoulder. You had just gotten a message from your companions, saying you had to return to Mojave quickly. Still, you weren’t one to leave without saying goodbye first. You took off your hat and shook it lightly, the raindrops falling from it onto the cave wall with a soft sound. Fixing your hat back on your head, you made your way further inside. You were met with the comforting sight of Joshua’s residence, but found his usual spot empty. You hummed to yourself and called out his name. No reply. You sighed to yourself.
“Dammit,” you whispered, shaking your head. “Why did he have to disappear now?”
You decided to ask the others about Joshua’s whereabouts. The most you had gotten out of them was “He’s away on an important mission”, and it wasn’t anywhere near enough.
Eventually, you had to go. Your Pip-Boy beeped with another message, Arcade and Veronica rushing you. You clenched your jaw as your said your goodbyes, your eyes darting around in hope to catch any sight of Joshua. But he never appeared to say goodbye. You felt tears building up in your eyes. You wanted to believe that he was just really busy, but something in the back of your mind kept telling you he just couldn’t wait to get rid of you. After all, you were just an annoying courier, bothering him with your unneeded advice.
And so, after bidding farewell to the tribes, you made your way out of Zion. You had to move on.
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Just a few hours later, Joshua returned to the Angel’s cave. He was holding a handmade bag, one of your many gifts, filled with flowers. He entered the cave and set the flowers out to dry next to a small lamp, but paused once he noticed something on his workbench. He approached it curiously to find a note. Slowly, he unfolded it, and a small object fell out. Joshua was quick to catch it, and his eyes widened when he saw what the object was.
It was an intricately detailed pendant – your pendant. He opened it with trembling fingers to find a tiny picture inside. It was the one you took of you both. You were smiling in the picture while Joshua sat at his workbench; the way his eyes twinkled when you took the photo told you he was enjoying your company. As Joshua looked at the photo, he remembered your camera. You would always carry it around and take photos of the most absurd things – it was just one of the many things he loved about you. His eyes burned with an unfamiliar sting.
Joshua clutched the pendant tightly as he read the note. It said that you were going back to the Mojave desert and that you were sorry for not being able to say a proper goodbye. It all made sense now. Normally, you’d be at the cave at that time already, telling him stories and playing your guitar. But now, your guitar was examined by the always curious Dead Horses, and you were nowhere to be seen. You were gone.
His gaze traveled to the drying flowers in the corner. He had picked them for you, knowing that you’d love them for your little traveling journal. Joshua closed his eyes. He couldn’t look. He couldn’t look at either gift because he knew you’d left and he wasn’t there to bid you farewell. And so he stood there, clutching the pendant with his eyes shut and his heart aching.
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A couple days later, you were surprised to be met with a fellow courier. He smiled as he noticed your clothes – you were just as he was told you’d look. You accepted a small package from him with suspicion. Who could it have been from? When the courier was gone, you headed to the nearest safe building to open the gift.
You entered an empty store, your only source of light being your Pip-Boy. You sat down on the counter and slowly unwrapped the packaging. What you saw inside made you cover your mouth with a gasp.
You were met with the sight of a worn-down Bible. It was old but obviously loved, and you knew whose gift it was. You picked it up with a shaky hand, tears building up in your eyes. The very idea that Joshua would give you his Bible, his very heart… You sobbed quietly, hugging the precious book to yourself. You knew at that moment: he cared. He cared more than any words could ever describe. You were precious to him, and so was he for you. That was when you felt something falling out of the Bible and onto your lap. Confused, you looked down. A dry flower. You opened the book and sure enough, you saw a collection of dry flowers inside. You carefully took one in your hand – a white hollyhock. You wondered to yourself where he could have gotten them, but didn’t dwell on it for too long. The thought that he had gotten those for you was both painful and heart-warming.
Soon enough, you were making your way out of the store. Your expression remained weary, your hands clutching your rifle, but a small tear was drying on your cheek. The Bible was safe in your bag, along with the flowers inside it. You knew now where you’d be going the moment the Second Battle of Hoover Dam was over. But now you had to focus on your task to bring down the Legion and NCR, and free New Vegas.
After all, you couldn’t expect God to do all the work.
One hundred likes?! Thank you so much, everyone! This means everything to me. If there are any more fandoms/characters you'd like me to write about, don't hesitate to ask! I have most of my fandoms in my pinned post. Thank you so much again💖
Posting art from my Pixilart (@ Seva-Over). My brother said they look like Hades and Persephone, heh
Pixilart description:
The Dark King with his beloved Princess. The Princess' father would never let them join hands in marriage, so the Dark King had to threaten him... just a little.
