#fallout glory

[strawberry-nuka-cola]

I wish Glory was a companion

She's so cool

[starchimed]

and actually all of fallout is catching my evils or whatever

every single person in the writers room for fallout 4 is going to hell. what do you mean one of your main quests driving conflict is slavery and the organization that frees them is the railroad?

AND ON TOP OF THAT. the only black people in it are an android and a chemmed out mad scientist tweaker. fuck you all actually. not an ounce of awareness in this white ass franchise.

[farthest-harbor]

My new Fo4 OC: Petra Onassis

After drawing her a bajillion times and rotating her in my mind nonstop for weeks, I'm finally feeling brave enough to post about her!

Petra is not the SoSu, she's a synth who escaped the Institute with the help of the Railroad. She opted out of the mind wipe, instead deciding to work for the Railroad herself. As the Minutemen are growing in influence, she travels around from settlement to settlement setting up small RR safehouses wherever she goes and running synths from place to place.

In order to avoid suspicion, she travels with her band as a nightclub singer, performing in the evenings at settlement bars throughout the Commonwealth. (I have yet to design her band, but they're all RR tourists and help with missions and safehouses.)

The General of the MM knows about Petra, they have an agreement of sorts. Petra doesn't get to spend much time around HQ, since she's always moving about, but she and Glory are somewhat of an item, and meet up between missions when they're in each other's orbits. They're non-exclusive, but have a strong emotional bond, as Glory was the one who helped Petra escape, and understands what she's gone through.

Working on some drawings about how things change for Petra after Glory's death, and how much she and my other OC, Lin, have to do with each other.

Still trying to figure out how to draw Petra with some kind of consistency, she looks different in every drawing, but whatever. Even though the aesthetic of Fallout is very 1950's, I was leaning into more of a 20s/30s showgirl look for Petra. Her makeup is inspired by Liza Minnelli's makeup in Cabaret.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 13 -- Glory

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 13 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Praise with Glory x F!Reader

I. Love. Glory.

She's just the absolute coolest character, I swear-- I hope this does her any justice at all, since I think I may have been slightly dead when writing this one 😅

I hope y'all like it though!

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Praise, marking, oral sex, cunnilingus, slight orgasm control/denial, pleading, a lil bit of overstimulation, voice kink, aftercare, reassurance.

Words: 1.3k

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“Seein’ you like this, babe…” Glory’s tongue dragged over her bottom lip, swiping at your glistening mess like it was the sweetest syrup. “Just makes it all worthwhile, you know?” 

A groan left you at the sight of her between your legs, at the warm feel of her mouth, at the matching bliss of her words. Glory knew you were in a delicate state, that the mission had been... well, failure was the understatement of a lifetime, but it just... Had gone about as wrong as a mission could go. Due to that fact, your partner was being excessively kind and overly tender towards you; but even so, even knowing her play, her words made your chest feel tight. 

“Stoooop.” You whined, closing your eyes tightly together as she laved over your center again, as her thumb carried on its incessant twirling over your over-sensitive clit. 

“Can’t. You sound too good.” 

The bucking of your hips nearly displaced her where she leaned over your thighs, utterly buried in your soaked folds. Another press of her hot tongue against your entrance, and you were gasping at the closeness of your release. 

“Mmm, taste good too.” 

“Please, Glory…” 

Your sore fingers clasped with an iron grip over the thin bedroll beneath you as she paid your pleas no mind at all, overwhelming you with stubborn ecstasy.

The abandoned bunker’s walls were thick enough, thankfully, for your cries and moans not to be noticed by any… undesirables that might be roaming about, but still, much to Glory’s delight, your sounds echoed off the concrete in various directions, filling her wanton ears from every side, every angle. 

“Keep saying my name, baby. Sounds so damn beautiful leaving you.” 

You could feel the breath from her command spilling over your slickness as she delved into you again, setting those plush lips over your clit and giving a hefty suck that had your eyes crossing below your lids. 

“Fuck, Glory.” 

Small sobs were escaping your chest unwillingly now, sweat dripping from your forehead, your muscles clenching and unclenching with each wave of pleasure that was washing throughout your body. An answering moan left the synth as she heard the way her name left you, all breathy and lustful, brimming with desperation. 

She was as merciless in the privacy of your presence as she was out in the field, a woman possessed with the urge to subdue her lover as well as her enemies, and just like them, she left you gasping and begging for mercy all the same. 

Glory’s fingers dug into your skin as you writhed against her attentions, surely leaving blue and purple marks in their forceful wake. 

“Shit, Glory… you’re insatiable.” You almost had to laugh out the words as your climbing pleasure threatened to reach a crescendo for the... third or fourth time this evening? You were quickly losing count. 

Glory did, in fact, release a breathy laugh of her own in response, before rudely pulling away. 

“Don’t you know it, baby.” 

You nearly whined at the loss of her warm mouth caressing your dripping folds, but her thumb continued its fervent swirling over your sensitive, swollen bud, and so you remained, teetering on the precipice of your release. Your body was so tense, you could feel the ache of your muscles cramping below your skin, could feel the way your blood rushed through your veins in an effort to supply your body with the oxygen it needed to support this great climax that had only been building, building, building throughout the long night, with nowhere to go. 

“Don’t get a reputation like mine by being passive.” Glory whispered to your skin, setting her smooth lips over one hip bone before her sharp teeth followed. You could tell how she reveled in the gasp you released at the hint of pain, her fingers clenching at you, pressing harder into all your sensitive spots; some from quickly-forming bruises, others from her continuous attentions over the course of the seemingly endless evening.

It only encouraged her. 

Another love bite pressed to your skin beside the first, before her lips trailed lower, the pressure now setting over the inside of one of your clenching thighs. 

Your breaths built up, coming in feverish gasps as her fingers worked over your clit, as she bit and sucked against you again, causing a distinct mix of pain and pleasure to surge through you and into your addled mind. One peek down at her as your eyes forced themselves open, and that was finally it. 

Glory’s wild expression, the way those stark eyes bled into yours, brimming with overwhelming arousal, the way her lips glistened and her light hair fell in sweat-soaked strands over her forehead– you were gone. 

Your hips bucked against the pressure of her, unconsciously jamming your pulsing clit into the contact of her rough, firm hands. Glory still didn’t relent. 

Her fingers worked you through your climax, her mouth lewdly pressing to your lower lips again, to catch everything you poured out onto her with an expression of relieved delight. 

“Glory…” You sighed as the pressure slowly faded, as your orgasm trickled out of your drained muscles, as the colors behind your eyelids dulled to that natural black and you finally settled like a tired sack of gravel on the bedroll. 

“Enough, please… Can't take it.” Your voice was so weak, it’d be a wonder if she even heard your plea, but thankfully, your lover slowed her attentions, pulling the grip of her hands away from your skin as she gave one final, savoring lick. 

“If you insist.” The reluctance was plain in her voice, as Glory pulled away fully, and crawled up the bed to plop down beside you. Strong arms wrapped around your body as you felt the post-orgasm fatigue set in, and pulled you firmly into her chest. Her grasp was a warm blanket around you, the folds of it cocooning your body inside, supporting you from every angle. 

It was the epitome of comfort, of safety from the cruel outside world, from your even crueler thoughts, that she’d miraculously managed to keep at bay all through the night. 

Until now. 

“You were kick-ass, babe.” Glory’s own tired voice filled the quiet, interrupting the thoughts that had begun to whisper at the edges of your mind.

“I hardly did anything.” A weak chuckle escaped you, your body jostling her all-encompassing hold.

“You didn’t even have to.” Glory’s arms squeezed around you all the tighter, threatening suffocation, “That’s just how kick-ass you are.” 

You meant to hum out your uncertainty at that, but her pressure meant only a sound akin to a groan could feasibly escape. 

“And I wasn't just talking about tonight, lovebird.” Her grip loosened a bit, and you felt a gentle kiss press to the top of your head. “Because you’re right, I did do most of the work, but… That mission–” 

You scoffed at that without even realizing.

“Hey.” Glory’s hand was on your chin in half a second, pulling your unconvinced gaze up to meet her firm one. “That mission wasn’t your damn fault, okay? You did everything you could, followed all the protocols, only made contact where absolutely necessary, and the Institute just… They were prepared. They had an inside man we weren’t anticipating, and you helped flush him out. Without you, we may never have found where he was operating out of.” 

“But that synth… N4-17… I failed her.” 

Glory sighed at that, sudden exhaustion ruling her expression. 

“Sometimes… we can do everything right, Sole. And still, we can’t save everyone.” 

Her grip tightened on you again, this time reassuring, brimming with empathy and a love you felt undeserving of. 

“It’s just how it is in our line of work. We aim to do good, but in this world? That’s harder than most anything else.” 

[aliaknife]

random railroad portraits

[sashimoii]

Some of my old art again from 2020!!

Glory needed more lines!!! Bethany did us dirty with this one >:(

More love for one of my favourites please she has such little content! Where’s my silly little railroad quest with her as a companion

HEAVIES SHOULD WORK IN TEAMS DAMMIT

Stay safe everyone 💛

[drovenna]

Ko-Fi - Merch Shop - Art Improvement Blog - More Fallout Art - Commission Info

Reference: Danai Gurira Software: Procreate Time: 3 hours Description: I really enjoyed this one. This idea sat on my fallout to do list for a while. I am planning to create similar types of drawings for other characters too. I kinda did that with Cait already.

[nukaberries]

Hi can I please get Glory taking care of a sick Sole Survivor?

I definitely need to preface this with how sorry I am that it took me THIS long to get around to writing this OMG- I do adore Glory though, she has to be one of my favourite non companion characters (she would've been too powerful as a companion) and I'm forever bitter that she gets killed off

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Glory Taking Care of a Sick Sole Survivor

As a synth, Glory doesn't know the first thing about being sick. It's one of those things that differentiated Gen 3 Synths from humans, but it never bothered her. Getting slowed down by a common cold was too much a liability, one she was glad she didn't have to deal with either.

But, when you come stumbling into HQ looking worse for wear, trying to pretend that you weren't battling a merciless case of flu, Glory couldn't help but feel a little bit sympathetic. You two had grown to be good friends since you'd joined the Railroad, maybe she'd even consider you trustworthy now you'd stuck around for long enough - that was a big deal for her.

Almost everyone else was far too paranoid about catching whatever you had to go anywhere near you, practically banishing you to a bed in the corner of HQ where you miserably sat, nursing a bottle of Nuka Cola. Glory didn't have to worry about that, though, so she figured she could try and make the effort.

Not that she had any idea what to do, deciding to first ask Doctor Carrington how to treat the flu. She came back to you with almost too much purified water, snacks to last you a lifetime and a blanket she'd stolen from Tom.

Knowing you must've been itching to get back out into the Commonwealth - because Railroad HQ isn't the best of places to be - Glory tried to nurse you back to health as quickly as possible. She tried not to leave your side much, knowing it must've been quite lonely, but if she was needed for a mission, she couldn't pass up the chance to help out - you understood.

It was actually nice to see you slowly getting better, especially when you were able to lift your head off your pillow without being plagued by a migraine. Glory was almost proud of herself too, to know that she'd been able to help, even with something she had no experience in.

When you were completely healthy again, Glory found that she felt closer with you than she had at first, she'd even enjoyed helping you recover from your sickness. A part of her was just waiting for you to get sick again, if only for her to spend even more time taking care of you.