#fallout-thoughts

[allmightluver]

Actual brighter note lol; people theorise All Might will die but become a vestige within OfA that Deku can interact with but what if they can do this with All Might still alive? Like, the two times we've seen the quirk act on its own to help Deku, All Might has been there willing it to happen (Sports festival vs Shinso & *movie spoilers* the end of Heroes Rising) What if through deep meditation or sensory deprivation tanks they could find a way to connect through the quirk. Talk over distances?

AH!

SEE THIS IS HOW YOU LIGHTEN THE MOOD!

Toshi can talk to his son even if he’s halfway around the world through OFA, PLEASE YES I LOVE THIS. They could chat whenever Deku needed him, even if Toshi was busy with something else, and Toshi could check in on Deku when his worried Dad senses are tingling. YES I APPROVE AND ACCEPT

...oh....

but then this just makes me think....

if Toshi dies...Deku would go looking for him within OFA like they always did...whycan’tIjustenjoythihsonethingplease

[athingforantiques]

So what was your first 'official' partner like? Have you had many since then? (Agency not romance)

Marty Bullfinch was the first. No kidding.

I’ve always worked alone. It’s just been easier that way. I can stand weather and rads that would have your average squishy biological detective down for the count pretty fast.

I told Marty that. He said, we don’t have to work together together, we can just work out of the same office and divide up the cases. Sounded like a good idea, because I was realizing I couldn’t keep up with all the work I was taking on.

Well, it turned out he was just one more thing to keep up with. The guy was bad news. It was good for him, having an office to work out of, because people already knew where to go to look for a detective. There was a certain portion of our clientele who were a hell of a lot less reluctant to hire a human gumshoe than a synth. But after a little while people were asking for me by name again.

Yeesh. I don’t like to speak ill of the dead, but -- yeesh. The truth is, they weren’t asking for me by name, they were asking for not that guy. Especially the lady clients. “Is Bullfinch around? No? Good, I’ve got a problem for ya, Nicky.”

Then Ellie came along. The two of them weren’t exactly... compatible. And I know which one I’d rather have around as a second brain to bounce ideas off of. Marty took off on his own and spared me having to give him the boot. You know the rest of that story.

[the-silver-goddamn-shroud]

It was said that touching or startling a person who was having a nightmare was dangerous. Dangerous to their health but also dangerous because in the wastelands people tended to sleep with weapons handy. Leveret frowned moving a chair to sit by her bed. He started to hum softly and then sing. People could still hear in their sleep and his voice wasn't bad at all - or so he'd been told. He hoped the increase of volume to a gentle song would break the dream, perhaps wake her.

Shrouds sleeping body reached and grabbed at  the sheets of the bed, she had long since kicked the blanket off, as well as any pillows that had been there. Her voice and breathing was unsteady and murmured nonsensically, though occasionally the word “Cold” was mentioned.

The sound of his voice, a calming and melodious one eventually broke through her nightmare. Then she realized that she had been asleep and opened her eyes. Her breathing returned to normal as she looked over at leveret and blinked in surprise.

She didn’t know he could sing, and he could sing very well at that. She made no move to stop him as he continued the song. She did sit up to better watch him sing, smiling softly and appreciatively to him.

[chibikinesis]

Random thought for passing amusement value: Jack's house is haunted and strange things keep happening there but he's completely and utterly oblivious because, it's Jack and he has science to do. It's just really annoying to him that 'someone' keeps moving his files to the other side of the table when he's using them for reference.

I’m CACKLING 🤣 I could definitely, easily imagine every last bit of this x’D

[dma-dima]

"Darling. What does this section mean here?" Scarlett had asked him if she could look over some of his journals to study for her work on Venetian. She leaned over to him pointing at the line in his handwriting which read; 'I extracted the required components from the pre-war hotplate and applied them to the circuit board using a strong agglutinant.'

Faraday leans over her shoulder to read the line, then snorts. Rubbing the back of his neck he debates what to tell her, eventually deciding on the truth because he knows it will make her smile.

“Well, in laymans terms.. I hammered the shit out of a hot plate until I got the element out, then I glued it onto a circuit board with wonderglue. I could have just said that, but then people wouldn’t give me any credit.”

[athingforantiques]

❓- Free Space! - What came first, the idea or the outfit? As in, did you decide 'I want to start up a detective agency' and did so while keeping an eye out for the perfect get up or did you find the trench coat and just have a 'eureka!' moment?

Is it really that iconic a look? Huh. It’s beige. At least it used to be. I wasn’t going for the comic book vigilante image or anything. You don’t want to draw too much attention in this line of work, and I’m already disadvantaged in that department.

The idea came first, though.

Mayor Roberts was good for Diamond City, and I think some people saw me as – well, his pet charity project. They didn’t object as long as he was in office. But when he retired I thought I’d better make myself useful in case my free rent ran out. I’d already been doing a little consulting on the side and if I started charging for it I could at least pay my taxes.

Funny thing was, I’d been sitting on the idea for a while, and I guess I was resisting it. I liked the detective work, and I was good at it, but it was all because of Nick, and I was just a tad bitter about it. I couldn’t get away from the guy. But I had the skills, so why not use ‘em? If I was going to be a detective because I was programmed for it, that wouldn’t be any less dignified than being the default handyman on account of I was a little more durable than anyone else.

The outfit came later. I’d had my eye on a snappy black wool suit at Fallon’s ever since I’d been over there to unclog the plumbing. Once I’d saved up the caps and worn through the elbows of my old flannel shirt, I marched right over there. Didn’t care if old Mr. Fallon looked at me funny.

And then I blew half my caps on books. Yeah, I remember what they were. Moby-Dick, Little Women, and an Edgar Allan Poe collection. Classic New England stuff. Still needed clothes, and managed to cobble together an outfit off the discount rack. The coat had already seen better days.

How long ago? Phew. That was Alfred Fallon. He was Becky Fallon’s grandfather. Now she has a granddaughter of her own, and I’ve met five generations of Fallons. Can’t say I’ve been one of their best customers, though. Clothes last a long time when you don’t sweat.

[chibikinesis]

F DiMA and Faraday (either in game versions or your AU versions x )

I went with Modern AU versions solely because I’m too lazy to try to draw all of canon!DiMA’s bits and bobs.

... bet modern au DiMA has an arsenal of grandpa sweaters :’P

[the-silver-goddamn-shroud]

If your muse were having a nightmare would they lash out physically at anyone who tried to wake them?

Shroud flexed her hand, then frowned asshe recalled such an event. “once I nearly broke my hand when I accidentallypunched nick when he woke me up during a nightmare. I was more worried about him than me, but he was fine. Mynightmare driven flailing did worse to my hand than him.” she shakes her handout. “it really stung me though, couldn’t hold a pencil for a while, let alonemy scythe.”