2. Which enemy creeps you out the most? the lobotomites. i find medical experimentation like that deeply and profoundly upsetting. sidebar, the mothership zeta dlc is the one bit of fallout that viscerally upsets me and has really stuck with me in a bad way for a long time- it’s an hour and a half of really good really upsetting voice acting that seems so nonsensical and random and cruel. just like real life!
4. Who is your favourite non-human companion? REX MY BOY, MY FAVORITE BOY. that boy ain’t never done nothin’ to nobody, not even once
🧸 - On a scale of 1 - 10, how ‘soft’ is your OC? 1 being the edgiest of edges and 10 being a literal teddy bear that cries at everything? (Bonus questions, where on the scale would your OC place themselves, and where would they like to be on the scale?)
Hmm.. I’m gonna cheat. While traveling solo/around people she doesn’t know I’d put her at 3, and not really edgy so much as stoic. While with friends and family though they’re definitely like, 6-7.
(I’m gonna cheat more and say Anna would also place herself at 3 (because they’re heavily aware of how disconnected they are from outside events/other people), and would like to be at a 7, but she’s not self aware enough to realise that’s she’s already like that around her new wasteland family)
🎭 - Does your OC show different sides of themselves to different people?
Unknown people, and people she doesn’t respect, get the cold, impersonal Anna. Which unfortunately is how most of the companions met her, to varying degrees. She’s honestly surprised anyone stuck around long enough to get to know her.
Beyond that however, yes. She’ll be more open and soft with Preston because she knows he won’t judge. They’ll be snarky and bratty with Deacon, Nick and Piper, because she knows they’ll play along. Etc.
✂️ - What kind of thing would have your OC cut someone out of their life? How likely are they to let someone back in?
Someone who chooses their job over the safety and needs of friends/family.
In Anna’s words: “Fighting for a cause is one thing, but if it comes at the expense of leaving your loved ones in danger, then obviously you don’t mind if there’s no family to come back to.”
Abandonment isn’t something Anna would easily forgive. The offending party’s reasoning would have to be some big, goddamn hero shit for her to even consider letting them back in. (Of course there’s room for understanding if someone was forced into a situation, or were lied to in order to keep them away.)
Zac is very not good at romance. He’s very much awkward and when Beaumont was first being smooth with him he practically short circuited. It’s just been something he’s never been good at and honestly probably never will get the hang of. He does what he can though to try and be. It’s easy to tell when he’s trying to actively be romantic since he flusters up so easily.
Send a 👕 for an outfit headcanon
It doesn’t matter what kind of shirt he’s wearing, he’s always bound to tuck it into his pants. Be it his usual sweater, a t shirt, a button up, it’ll be tucked into his pants. It’s mostly because of habit that he does it, but there’s also a touch of that’s the way he prefers it now.
Warning for violence on this one, unhappy but not explicit; it turns out Your Fave Is A War Criminal
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The Legion had an interest in keeping communities in its borders alive, the ones with industry or agriculture enough to feed its war machine.
But sometimes, you had orders to burn a town. So, you burned a town.
Calidus waved his contubernium forward with his torch, a canister of fuel in the other. Two went wide, pilot lights on their flamers leaving trails in the dark, and the rest fanned out at the edge of the buildings. The eight of them felt like too few men, trying to force the surrender of a mining community this size, or destroy it entirely if they continued to resist—a test of his leadership, or a chance to expose him as weak. One and the same, in the Legion, especially when your orders came from the Malpais Legate himself.
He let out a breath, letting the fear go with it, and calmly entered the town.
The panic was starting, the town’s lookouts spotting the flamers cutting off escape. Calidus came up to a jog, splashing a line of fuel along the front of a building, barely checking that it had caught before moving on to the next. Enough buildings here were salvaged wood and scrap, he could see the night sky starting to glow on either side of him as people poured into the streets, screaming fear and orders at cross-purpose. The town hall, some of them were calling, and others for the mines.
Calidus threw the near empty canister through the window of one last building, the torch following it. He pulled the shotgun off his back, automatically checking the safety and action. If they were running for the mines, let them. The rest would need encouragement.
The roar of burning buildings was only growing louder, most of the smaller homes either fired by his men or close enough to catch in the breeze. A few townies were trying to throw buckets of dirt over the flames as they spread to their home, one of the men raising a gun and shouting as he approached. Calidus fired without stopping, the rest of the family looking on in horror. A woman gathered two young children as she turned to run, and an older boy stood his ground a moment longer—and fled as Calidus bared his teeth and charged.
Calidus let him go, focusing on the town hall. A handful of sturdy brick and stone buildings still stood, largely immune to the firebombing—from the outside. He caught sight of two of his men in cover, near the side entrance to the hall. He nodded to them, and the one with the flamer stepped up, aiming for the windows and giving them cover from the shooters inside. Aelius, his second, had a shotgun of his own, moving quickly to shoot out the hinges of the door, and was barely out of the way as Calidus threw his weight behind his shoulder, hearing the lock tear out and the rough barricade behind the door shatter.
The three of them waded into the building, townies with guns scrambling to come away from the windows. He and Aelius made their way forward, the back row of defenders turning to run as they pushed from the narrow entrance hall to the main room. Behind him, he heard the flamer roar to life, aiming for exposed wood, walls, furniture—anything that would burn.
The townies weren’t hardened fighters; they fought like they only ever saw the occasional raider band, at most, expecting a few poorly placed shots to scare them into fleeing. Calidus saw fear grow in their eyes as he and his second worked their way froward, the flames spreading behind them, pushing through the pain of bullets that had found their mark and treating each one as a fresh urging to complete their objective.
Most of them lost their nerve and ran, even before they reached the far side of the room. Calidus held up a hands as the others moved to pursue them. “Let them get the women and children out,” he said, looking up. On the floor above, he could hear the confused screaming and trampling of people trying to escape the burning building. Aelius glanced his way, not quite a question. “They’re more useful to us alive,” Calidus added, heading for a window away from the fire.
They made one last sweep of the town, throwing burning timbers towards the intact buildings, flushing one last stone stronghold. The other half of his contubernia met them on the road to the mines, some of the townies still fleeing towards the tunnels. He looked back a moment at the town itself—half of it cinders now, glowing low and orange as the fire burned out, smoke lit from below as the other half raged, desert-dry buildings going up like tinder. By morning there would be nothing left.
Eight men had done that.
He had done that.
Calidus had to pull his eyes away from the sight, shouldering his gun as he walked. “Fan out. You two, get to the air shafts, the rest on the entrances.”
The mine had started out as a massive pit, the earth torn open by old-world machines to get to the ore beneath. As they broke down, the townies had shifted to tunneling, hand-dug accesses all along the stepped side of the pit. He hesitated a moment, thinking the citizens had formed a line outside, on the stone, but he caught the flash of Legion flags in the mass, the man at its center in a heavy old-world vest rather than armor.
Calidus saluted as he approached, and the Malpais Legate gave him an unreadable look. “For having orders to raze a town, decanus, you have left quite a lot of survivors.”
“Slave offerings to Caesar, sir,” Calidus said. “Most of their combatants were killed in town, their women and children are trapped here. We’ll force them to surrender by dawn, they don’t have the supplies to remain longer, and we control their air.”
The Legate tipped his head, almost appraising. “Initiative,” was all he said, looking back towards what was left of the buildings. Calidus tried not to hold his breath as he thought. “But they defied the will of Caesar, and for that, there will be no forgiveness.” He gestured for one of his Praetorians to hand him a torch, and Calidus accepted it. “Set fire to all but one of the entrances. If any manage to escape, send them to the slavemasters.”
The Legion had no room for a man who was disobedient, or weak.
it's hard to pick just one thing to like about your ocs because everything about them is just *chefs kiss* brilliant. theyre all amazing and beautiful and so so charming
winecupwars replied to your post “hey is there some fallout blog about like wlw things?”
I think theres one called wlwfallout? Im not sure tho ahh
there is mlmfallout and i have the wlwfallout url but like i dont feel nice sort of making a counterpart blog without making sure the people/person running mlmfallout is ok with it
