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Sorry for such a lack of content for the past few months, but I needed a serious break; much as I love Fallout, I’d gotten a bit burnt out by it, but now I’ve started delving back into my favourite one of the series and have been having a blast skulking around the Capital Wasteland again!
Headcanons for my fave ghoul
Hey there, time for Thest to give y’all something absolutely no one asked for: my Charon headcanons!
He’s a softie under that gruff, bitter exterior, but everyone knows that already
Westerns are his thing; he was obsessed with then pre-War, and whenever he and Lone are wandering and come across books, he reads the westerns before they give them to he Brotherhood scribe at the library
He used to have a really good singing voice, and still doesn’t sound half-bad when he sings after being ghoulified; just a bit more rough than he used to be
Charon is an artist; he has a notebook that he uses just for sketching, though it hasn’t seen much use since before his employment to Ahzrukhal; once he sets off with Lone, however, he begins to fill the pages again with drawing and doodles of random things he sees
Headcanons specific to him in my fics:
His real name is August Randall Donovan and he was born September 7, 2048
Was raised by a single mother after his abusive father ran off with a waitress, got his first job working at an auto shop at 14, as he was always good with vehicles and they needed the extra income
Pre-War he was an army boy and he was at Anchorage I'm convinced that the person you play in the Operation: Anchorage simulation is him and no one can tell me otherwise
He was drafted into the army at 18, and enrolled in a special training program along with four other young men. They were assigned a contract that they were beholden to, and trained to follow every order in combat given to them by whomever held their contract. Outside of combat they were to be vigilant and protect their employers, and Codename: Charon was among the best of them, taking to the program like a natural.
Though a lot of his 'brainwashing' has worn off, he still feels the pull to follow orders, though resisting has become easier over the years
Secretly a huge, sentimental idiot who keeps things that Cat gives him, even something as mundane as a note saying she went out for Brahmin milk
My favourite Wastelander lookin’ cute, as always!
Rules: Pick ONE of your OCs and THREE of their relationships (friends, parents, LIs, whatever). Find a gif that represents each relationship.
I was tagged by @nuka-nuke, thank you!!!
I’m gonna tag @wasteland-dan, @chemkidzaffi, @courierpat, and @mojavemina!
Cat & Charon
She’s always doing reckless, dangerous things, putting others before herself, and it often makes Charon angry because he loves her and wants her to be safe. When he puts himself in harm’s way for her, she feels the same; it’s a constant cycle of being angry at the other for doing something that could hurt them, simply because they love each other too much and don’t want to see the other hurt.
Cat & Butch
The best of friends, closer as siblings, Butch and Cat adore each other and always have each other’s backs. Whenever one of them is feeling down and just need someone to make them laugh, they know they can go to the other; they pull pranks on each other and bicker constantly, but in the end they know that the love that they have is forever.
Cat & James
She and her father had a...complicated relationship, brought on by James comparing Cat to her late mother for most of her childhood, and then leaving the Vault without saying anything to her. However, he always supported her in everything she wanted to do when she was a child, even when that was taking apart their Mr Handy and setting fire to her bed with the exposed wires. Despite the difficulties in their relationship and the short amount of time they had together once she found him again, neither doubted the other’s love right to the bitter-sweet end.
“The rain to the wind said, ’You push and I’ll pelt.’ They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged–though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.”
-Robert Frost
“Sometimes you’ve just got to stop in the middle of the Wasteland for a photo shoot.”
bringing u more prompts, 125
125. “I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”
GET READY FOR A RARE FLUFF PIECE FROM ME, YOU BEAUTIFUL BITCH ♥ (I changed the wording a little bit to fit better)
Early-morning sun filtered through the busted blinds on the window, illuminating the dust particles floating through the air and painting the room a rusty red colour; a warm body was pressed against his on the soft bed, slender arm thrown across his chest a pleasant weight to the ghoul. Shifting carefully so as not to wake her Charon rolled to his side, hand idly trailing along Cat’s side as he studied her face, so peaceful and free of worry in slumber.
She stirred and his hand stilled, resuming his firm yet gentle touches once she’d settled down again; Charon didn’t want her to wake up quite yet, wanted to lay in the quiet house they’d set up in for the night and take in the peace while it lasted. Were it not for the stale scent in the air he could almost pretend that everything was normal, that the war had never happened and he was simply a man again, enjoying a lazy morning with his love.
Cat shifted again and let out a soft groan, the arm around him tightening as she pressed her face to his chest and sighed; Charon’s hand moved up to her hair, dark tresses having escaped the braid he’d woven them into last night, twirling a lock around one finger as he waited for Cat to fully wake up. It took a few long moments but she eventually pulled back, hazel eyes opening slowly and a smile curving her lips as she looked at him; Charon’s heart stuttered at the sight, still bewildered that such a look could be directed at him.
“Mmm, good morning,” Cat said, voice slightly hoarse.
Charon returned her smile, letting go of the hair he’d been playing with to instead brush his fingers lightly over a freckled cheek. “Good morning.”
“It’s so early,” Cat glanced around, noting the lighting in the room. “How long have you been up?”
He shrugged, hand falling back to the dip of her waist. “Not long; I was going to wake you soon, but you looked very relaxed.” The wanderer smiled, pulling away from Charon and shimmying out from beneath his arm to sit up and stretch, letting out a delighted moan as her joints popped. Blue eyes greedily raked over her figure, expanse of tanned skin bared to him marred by scars and covered in freckles; noticing his gaze Cat flushed, glancing down at the surprisingly well-preserved blanket still covering her legs. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re staring.”
“I am. Is that…a bad thing?” He kept his face carefully blank, though inwardly he was worried that what had happened last night, and the closeness of the morning, was to be a fleeting thing.
Those fears were quickly assuaged when she reached out to touch his arm, fingers gently tracing over the exposed muscle, soft smile on her lips. “No, not at all; I just…I’ve never known anyone else who could make me feel this way.”
The ghoul pushed himself into a sitting position, catching her hand and holding it in his own larger one, thumb brushing across her knuckles. “What way is that?”
She hesitated, staring at their hands before moving hers to lace their fingers together, speaking after a moment’s pause. “Like I matter. I know that people out there rely on me and stuff, and that I’m ‘important,’” she interrupted as Charon’s mouth opened to counter her, “but they don’t…they don’t really care about me, just what I can do for them. You, though…you’ve always cared, even though you don’t have to. And I feel safe with you, out here in this damned wasteland where everything and everyone could try to kill me at any moment, you make me feel safe and wanted and like I actually matter.”
“Of course you matter, Cat; I–” He paused, frown pulling at the corners of his mouth as he considered his words. “You are very important to me. I don’t care what you can do for the wasteland; all I want is for you to be happy, and I will do everything I can to make that happen, because I love you.”
Her answering smile was small but genuine, hazel-green eyes bright with emotion as she squeezed his hand, leaning forward to press soft lips against his ruined ones in a gentle, chaste kiss. “You’re too good to me.” Her breath ghosted across his skin as she pulled back, shifting to climb off the bed; before she could get far Charon grabbed her, hauling her back to claim her lips once again, earning a delighted giggle from the wanderer. “Charon, we can’t,” she protested half-heartedly, leaning into the ghoul, “someone from the Brotherhood could walk in any time to get us.”
Charon growled, grip on her tightening as he pulled them both back down onto the mattress. “Let them.”
I got tagged in the 5 gifs for your OC meme! Thanks @mininuked, here’s some gifs that describe Cat~
Gonna tag @wasteland-dan @mojavemina and @courierpat
