Theo has come a long way from when they first stumbled out of Vault 111. Newly minted as General of the Minutemen, and Kellogg's pistol in hand, it's time to start following up on Nick's leads.
Unwilling to put their friends in harm's way anymore, Theo plans on gathering enough RadAway to drown Spectacle Island, before heading into the Glowing Sea alone. Luckily for them, Goodneighbor is a great place to scrounge up some extra caps through old-fashioned mercenary work.
Hancock's tired of sitting on his hands. While the Vaultie is surprisingly capable, they can't seem to keep themselves out of trouble if they tried (not that they do try). Tagging along on their noble quest seems like a damn fine excuse to dust off his shotgun.
I’ve been wanting to redo the cover art for First Instar for some time now, and I finally let myself. Hopefully it scans visually as a high rise office. Rambling under the cut.
If you’re interested in The Anatomy of Melancholy, the most recent chapter’s always pinned on my blog, and a table of contents link is at the top of it. All likes and reblogs welcome. (Extensive CWs for horror esp. body horror, drug use, insects, and miles of characters with grey-to-scalding karma including the MC. I try to label CWs as thoroughly as possible at the beginning of each chapter: do heed them. There’s two DDW chapters in First Instar, and I mean that warning very strongly, especially as I illustrate these things from time to time. This fic is not suitable for minors or the squeamish.)
I didn’t break up AoM by Instar until about halfway through Second Instar. Lexington & Concord was supposed to be a placeholder until I thought of something better. Location wordplay’s going to be the common tie for all five Instars, I think, and I like this subtle change a lot.
I really liked the original 2019 cover when I did it, but I didn’t think it was all too representative of the fic itself. Too, it’s the first book of the pentalogy: it’s deserving of something a little more intense than what I had, now that I’m more capable of putting it together. That, and I really needed to include the visual detail that he’s a wheelchair user. For being one myself, I sure don’t draw them as often as I’d like.
I’d never really been happy calling the DDW chapters “Rexford Press” because it suggests ‘Choly ends up with a printing press in Goodneighbor, and at this point I seriously doubt it. The Rexton Nova’s his typewriter, owing to his Naked Lunch roots.
I promise I’ll do a revision pass soon and add footnotes and author’s notes to the first two Instars. Thanks for sticking with me almost five years now!
Is There Any Machine You Can't Charm? - Chapter 1 - psybrepunk - Fallout 4 [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
*OSHA VIOLATION*
Went with first person perspective so I wouldn't have to fuck with pronouns for my sole survivor. >.>
Gender-neutral Sole Survivor convinces the synthetic detective that you don't need any specific equipment to have fun. Eventually prompting Nick to confess that there's some special ways in which he's enjoyed being maintenanced by the Sole Survivor prior. Guided experimentation ensues.
Only one chapter is there so far, but I'm attempting to update this very soon with a much longer chapter. Don't @ me for this unoriginal-ass title.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I posted this little FO4 oneshot i wrote over a year ago and i guess i might as well link it here...
Summary:
""You wanna know what's the best thing about the Wasteland?" Nev says, folding their arms behind their head and leaning back into the grassy hill.
Hancock is sitting near them with his legs crossed. He looks up from the cigarette he was about to light and lifts an eyebrow. "The best thing? Didn't think you'd like anything about it to be honest." He hesitates, then adds in a semi-sarcastic flirty tone "Well, besides me of course. Is the best thing about the Wasteland that you met me?"
Nev grins but shakes their head slightly, staring up to the night sky.
"The stars, man" they say softly."
Nev is the sole survivor of a different time and it's hard to deal with that. But talking about it sometimes helps.
Hancock doesn't know how to comfort them, so he doesn't and then feels bad about it.
