#nora taylor

[sassenashsworld]

@newvegascowboy makes such a nice commission of our beloved favorite ghoul mayor and my Silver

Look at this amazing art!!! This is so perfect!!!

I am speechless, really. It's just so neat!!

[fallout4-reacts]

@amistyshadow asked: I had a really weird dream after playing fallout 4 for 18 hours. How would our companions react to sole having nature powers? With on wave of her hand, grass grows a bright green, flowers from before the war bloom, water turns clean and fresh without the radiation, plants and food grows fresh and in large portions. But this comes with a price, sole will often faint if they use too much of it, and the plants will wilt and wither depending on their mental and physical state. Such as when they think about Shaun or their old life

Yeah, he took me a while to get back on track... sorry

Part 2

(part 1)

Codsworth - Hancock - Gage - Nick Valentine

Codsworth : Codsworth is so relieved that his mistress emerged from the Vault not only alive, but capable of coaxing forth flora and clean water again even from this dreadful wasteland.

He can finally devote himself to tending living flowers again — not rusted hedges and radioactive weeds, but proper greenery.

How utterly delightful to have a purpose once more.

Hancock : As you might imagine, his first instinct is to check the condition of his Jet — by taking a dose. He is then amazed to watch the flowers grow, quite quickly for flowers, yet slowly enough to appreciate all their magic.

And there, in the middle of the field, stands this person, smiling wide, amused by his amazement.

The chem rush fades, but the flowers remain.

“I couldn't never have wrapped my head around the idea that such a miracle could actually happen. It’s… downright amazing. Brother/Sister, it’s a whole different vibe from those hubflowers and carrot flowers. Books ain't got nothin' on the real deal, that's for sure.”

Sosu seems nervous, laughing softly as they lowers their head.

“Hey there, no need to hold back. It’s just… downright fantastic. What’s the deal with keeping this power under wraps, huh?”

His companion looks him in the eyes, more serious now.

“There have always been many wonderful things in this world — and look at what mankind does with them. Just imagine, for a moment, if the Brotherhood got their hands on an abomination like me.”

Hancock gently brushes the petals of what he is convinced is a poppy, and a quiet sadness settles in his heart.

“Oh, I’d just love to set you straight on that one…”

But the world is not ready for such an exceptional being — and perhaps never will be.

Gage : They were heading toward Bradberton to verify a rumor that Super-Mutants had taken control of the area. So close to their newly conquered Nuka-World, Gage wants to make sure nothing threatens their territory.

He knows now that he can rely on Sole to handle whatever danger circles their kingdom.

But the Super-Mutant troop is, perhaps, far more imposing than expected. At least, that’s what he concludes when the horde closes in on him. Bullets fly in every direction, and his temporary cover won’t shield him for long from the fate waiting just beyond it.

Then, suddenly — shouting. The Super-Mutants are caught off guard by something unseen, and within moments, Gage no longer feels threatened.

He can finally check whether Sole survived.

But Sole has done more than survive.

Sole stands in the middle of a field of thorns — enormous thorns — upon which the Super-Mutants are impaled.

That field didn't exist a moment ago.

And now that he thinks about it, Gage remembers seeing strange briars conveniently sprout all over Nuka-World before — only to disappear again as if they had never been there.

And there stands Sosu in the center of the thorn field, wearing an expression far too innocent to be believable.

“Mind filling me in on what just went down?” Gage asks, not entirely convinced he’ll get a straight answer.

“Uh… I can order plants?”

Gage lets out a long sigh, rubbing his temples, then pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Mind to explain the truth now?”

His companion shrugs.

“There are so many strange things, so many unusual experiences at Nuka-World. And you’re surprised that thorns rise from the ground to hunt Super-Mutants?”

Gage has no counterargument. He nods slowly.

“Well, ain't that just the luck of the draw? They waltzed in right when we needed 'em most. Alright, let’s keep moving. I can't shake the feeling that those things could turn against us at any moment. We gotta stay sharp and watch this… strange occurrence.”

Sosu smirks and nods back.

“Yes. I completely agree that you should keep an eye on it.”

Nick Valentine : There’s a new tenant at Home Plate.

A discreet one.

The last discreet tenant had turned out to be trouble, so Nick keeps an eye on things.

It doesn’t take long before he notices something odd. Not because of noise. Not because of visitors.

Because of flowers.

Real flowers.

Red petals spilling over the balcony railing. Not wasteland weeds. Not mutated vines.

Pre-war roses.

And no one seems to care.

He brings it up to Piper.

“We've got a mayor who could very well be a synth in cahoots with the Institute," she says, arms crossed, "and you're fretting over a few red petals landing in a filthy alley?”

Nick shrugs it off in front of her, but it bothers him.

A mayor who might be a synth? Sure. That’s dangerous. But known danger gets watched. Prepared for.

The worst threats are the quiet ones. The innocent-looking ones.

When Ellie finally stops listening to his list of reasons why the new Home Plate tenant doesn’t add up, Nick decides to stop talking.

He’s a detective.

He’ll investigate.

He waits for nightfall. The market quiets. Guards grow lazy. Fewer eyes.

He slips to the service door and pops the lock without much effort.

Which, honestly, makes it worse.

Who lives in Diamond City and doesn’t bother with decent locks?

He steps inside carefully, placing his feet to avoid the worst of the warped boards.

He barely takes ten steps before the floor rises beneath him.

Light floods the room, blinding. Something thick and alive coils around him — not rope. Too strong. Too warm.

It tightens.

There’s a sharp crackle. Heat.

He lets out a startled grunt.

“Nick?”

The light dims.

A silhouette stands before him. Backlit at first, then clearer.

Vault blue.

Nora.

“Is it you? But— oh.”

Of course.

Pre-war roses.

Seeds from the Vault. Maybe more than seeds.

The pressure around him loosens. He looks down.

Vines. Ivy. Thick stems retract into the floorboards as if they were never there. He raises his gaze on his friend again.

Nora looks embarrassed. Not guilty. Not defensive. Just exposed.

Nick studies her.

He’s spent his life chasing logic. But logic doesn’t cover everything in the Commonwealth. Not anymore.

“Why?” he asks.

One word.

A dozen questions.

Why hadn’t she told him she bought the place?

Why hadn’t she mentioned she could make nature grow like this?

Where did that power even come from?

How had she kept it from everyone?

Each question was a weight. Each answer… nowhere in sight.

Each answer could only led to more questions.

She exhales slowly. “I didn’t know how to talk about it. Who would understand? Who wouldn’t want to cut me open to see how it works?”

He nods and lowers himself into a chair at the small kitchen table that still standing — barely.

She sits across from him, watching his face like she’s waiting for a verdict.

“I gotta admit,” Nick says after a moment, “it ain’t even the weirdest thing I’ve come across out there.”

Relief flickers across her face.

“You don’t blame me?”

“What, blame ya? Why's that?”

“For hiding… all that.”

He considers it.

“Life’s tough enough without givin’ folks more reasons to be scared of ya,” he says. “I get it.”

Then, quieter:

“But this power o' yours? It’s somethin’ real special. You should put it to good use.”

“I’m trying.”

And then it clicks.

Settlements suddenly producing real crops. Clean water. Green patches where nothing should grow.

No amount of elbow grease brings the soil back that fast.

He smiles — faint, but real. “I’m real proud to be your friend, ya know?”

[solesurvivorkat]

Refreshing my memory

I've been skimming my 'Shadow of Steel' fic to refresh my memory as I work on the next chapter - phew! Forgot how long it was, lol. I also keep smiling from time to time as I read - remembering little jokes I put in here or there, how goofy (but loveable) Brooks is, the comradery between Nora & Danse, little 'Nora and Arthur' moments, all the BoS OCs I made... reminds me how much fun I had writing for them all, telling their story and watching their adventure(s) unfold.

...I know it's hardly Shakespeare or Tolkien or anything, but it did bring me enjoyment. And I want to see it through. I want to see how the story ends more than anyone. Maybe people aren't reading 'Fallout 4' fics any more, but that's how I know I really enjoy writing this - because I still want to do it, even if no one were to read it.

...That, and I feel bad for kidnapped Nora and super-stressed Arthur, LOL. ;-)

[aspeccharactersoftheday]

Dr. Eleanor “Nora” Taylor from Beyond Repair is demisexual!

[mrninjapineapple]

The final Valentine’s fic is for the lovely @solesurvivorkat and features her OC, Nora Taylor, who has just been called into a meeting with Elder Maxson. Sorry it’s so late but I hope you like it!

Nora arrived in Maxson’s office, knocking on the heavy metal door before opening it to find the Elder deep in discussion with Lancer Captain Kells. At her interruption, they both looked up as she snapped a crisp salute.

‘Elder, Lancer Captain!’ she said, eyes darting to each man in turn before laying them on Maxson. ‘You wanted to see me, Elder?’

‘I did, Knight Taylor,’ he replied curtly. He turned to Kells. ‘Lancer Captain, do you mind if we continue this briefing another time…’

Recognising the tone as an order rather than a question, Kells nodded and saluted before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Nora breathed a sigh of relief, immediately dropping her formal posture.

‘Close your eyes.’

Maxson’s expression remained passive as he watched her with a piercing gaze. She closed her eyes and heard a faint rustling.

‘Open them.’

She opened her eyes to find Maxson standing beside the desk, a small wrapped box in his outstretched hands. She took it from his grip and unwrapped it eagerly, vaguely aware of his worried expression.

She opened the box to find a small, leather-bound book, her name on the cover in a beautiful golden script.

‘I’ve been writing it for a while and I finished it a few days ago,’ Maxson said, his expression still hesitant. ‘It’s… a complete history of your time in the Brotherhood…’

She flicked through the pages and saw chapter names in the contents – Cambridge, First Mission, First Impressions – confirming his story.

‘I’ve been writing it for a while but…’ he continued, trailing off. ‘I didn’t know whether you would like it…’

Nora stared at the pages, reading snippets detailing Maxson’s first impressions of her, before wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. He kissed the top of her head and held her close, where she could feel the slow, rhythmic beating of his heart quicken as his strong hands clasped behind her back. She looked into his eyes and they shared a passionate kiss, neither wanting to be the first to let go.

Before she had a chance to tell him how much his gift meant however, the door to the office burst open and Kells entered, stopping instantly as he saw the scene before him.

‘Elder,’ he said, clearing his throat as he fixed his gaze on the ground. ‘Proctor Teagan has submitted a report that requires an immediate review.’

Nora’s stomach dropped and her cheeks began to burn as she pulled away from Maxson’s embrace, something she had done so many times before to hide their secret relationship. As she turned away, she felt his hand on her shoulder, firmly holding her in place.

He fixed Kells with a steely gaze.

‘I will look at the report in due time, Lancer Captain,’ he said, his stare strong and unwavering. ‘For now, I trust you to handle the matter without me.’

‘Of course, Elder’ came Kells’ reply before he turned heel and left the room, closing the door behind him once again.

Nora looked to Maxson, a smug smile hidden beneath his beard.

‘People will learn about… us eventually…’ he said. ‘Why hide it anymore?’

‘That was a bold move you made against Kells though’ replied Nora, her own smile growing.

‘Being Elder has its perks.’

With that, he kissed her again and Nora felt the world pass by, excited to live the next chapter of her story with him by her side.

[scorpio-skies]

Christmas Fics!

‘Tis the season to be jolly and promote a couple of seasonal gift fics I wrote last year! They’re both fluffy and humorous one shots and fairly short (at least by my usual standards!) so I hope you enjoy them! ♥

Snowflakes & Steel (wrapped in a bow) - (F!Sosu x Arthur Maxson) 

Christmas has arrived on the Prydwen, and Knight Brooks has the perfect present in mind for Knight Taylor and Elder Maxson! 

(A gift for the lovely @solesurvivorkat featuring her sosu Nora Taylor from her awesome fic, Shadow of Steel!) 

A Kiss Under the Mutfruit - (M!Sosu x Piper Wright) 

Marcus celebrates his first Commonwealth Christmas with his friends, and even learns of a new post-war tradition! 

(A gift for the amazing MrNinjaPineapple featuring his OC Marcus from his brilliant fic Broken Mask, as well as some familiar faces from my fic Bleeding Steel!)

[sassenashsworld]

Sondage, pool, whatever?

Which characters I should add to the crowd? Just Curie, MacCready and call it even?

Which characters I should had to the crowd/suggestion?

Just companions (still Codsworth, Curie, MacCready left)

Edward Deegan

Travis Miles

Super Mario Bros

More OC (if you want your, give references)

Sturges

Arthur Maxson making a tantrum

There is not that much possibilities

And if you don't answer fast

I know I will finish the crowd before...

Anyway comment if you have a nice idea

This is the trick with painting, I can had/change details

Voting ended onSep 19, 2025

(How I wrote had in the pool rather than add.....)

[sassenashsworld]

A smut for a companion (18+)

Danse have to dance (Paladin Danse)

Stormy evening (Nick Valentine)

A slow pace (Deacon)

General’s Tab (John Hancock)

In order to improve my writing and succeed in making this kind of text, I had challenged myself with A smut for a companion

But here, I have failed, in a way

We already had the text of Danse, then I wrote that of Nick, I finished that of Deacon, and finally Hancock but that will be all

At the very least, I make a post for the four texts so that they are easily found