WASTELAND WORDS

A Fallout Fanfiction community for and by authors, aimed at celebrating creativity and boosting each others' work.

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Welcome to Wasteland Words

A submission-based blog designed to build community by helping Fallout fanfiction authors share their work and boost the work of others across Tumblr. 

Status: SUBMISSIONS OPEN until WEDNESDAY 11:59 PM Pacific Daylight Time (PDT).

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Afterthought

Creator: @ihopethismakessense

Game(s): Fallout NV

Relationship(s):Arcade/Male Courier

Read more: Afterthought 

Summary: Finding Benny’s rather overly accommodating robot has left Ares with a choice to make and one very upset friend as two armies march close to full scale war with everything he loves caught in the middle. 

Excerpt:

“Arcade, meet YesMan. Benny modified him special…”

“Please tell me this isn’t another Fisto….”

“Not that special…that I know of…YesMan here is the reason yours truly lost a little grey matter in Goodsprings” he shrugged, as if the thought that the large bot next to him intricately plotting his demise was a perfectly normal part of any human-machine interaction. It’s not like YesMan knew him personally at the time. Hell, Ares’ real name wasn’t even on the roster, as far as he could tell. There wasn’t a last name attached to it. So either he named himself after some Greek or roman or something god of war or his parents had a lot of explaining to do. Then again, his best friend was named after a videogame house so maybe it was just a parent thing. At least it was halfway unique. He’d met fifteen different Kings in the past two weeks.

“Okay……” Arcade pushed quietly, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Or was it defense? Ares couldn’t tell. But he could feel those far-too-knowing eyes on his scar, scanning the physical proof of the almost success of the robot’s plans.

Ares smiled widely, slapping the securitron in his strange approximation for a shoulder. He knew what it looked like. He had clearly lost his mind and three months of wandering the desert with brain damage had finally taken its toll. He could practically see the diagnosis streaming across Arcade’s eyes as if it were written on his glasses.

“You see, YesMan was specifically redesigned by Benny for a very singular purpose..”

“To shoot you in the head?”

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Cruise Down Golden Gate Bridge

Creator: beware-the-red-menace on tumblr, InternationalApocalypse on AO3

Game(s): Fallout 4, Pre-War

Relationship(s): Ham/Sole Survivor , Ham/Original Character

Read more: HERE

Summary: The Red Menace takes Ham on a cruise down the Golden Gate bridge Pre-War, around 2065, when gas cars all across the United States have ground to a stop. Established relationship, although it's a bit unusual.

Excerpt:

The hand in Ham's lap lifted an inch, wanting to be back on the steering wheel, before dropping back down for him. He took it, clasped in both hands, and brought it up to his lips, kissing a sliver between their knuckles that bridged the mess of scars between the front and back of their palm.

Red let out a silent whine and pursed their lips again. There was a lull in the music, an indulgent slow rhythm that mimicked the waves below them.

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We Intertwined

Creator: @nukanora (my FO sideblog)

Game: Fallout 4

Relationship: MacCready/F!Sole Survivor

Read: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19337875

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

MacCready knew his time in the Gunners was going to come to a close sooner or later, but he had no idea what he was in for when they took a young woman for ransom.

The poor man just wanted some cigarettes.

Expert:

He made a cursory attempt to do his job as a night guard, but he knew he wasn't far from leaving this outfit and he couldn't really bring himself to care too much. He really just needed a little bit of a net under him before he’d cut and run from the Gunners. He couldn't risk a break in the funds he sent down south.

“So what settlement did these idiots grab you from?” he asked suddenly, in order to stop his thoughts from creeping towards very uncomfortable territory. It was better to keep talking, to keep his mind busy. Maybe then he wouldn’t let his brain linger, let bad thoughts crawl up his spine like spiders in a web. He was aware she was staring again, but he wasn't really paying too much attention to her.

“Abernathy Farm,” she replied after another long silence. That actually broke him out of his downward spiraling thoughts and he turned his eyes on her as his mind latched onto a brand new, chilling thought.

“Isn't that a Minuteman controlled settlement?” he asked. He didn't bother masking the concern in his voice. A few weeks ago, he would have laughed at the idea of being worried over the Minutemen, but that was before word trickled down from a Gunner outpost a little farther north. The story went that an average kidnapping from Tenpines Bluff had caught the attention of the new Minuteman General, and they had razed the outpost and killed every Gunner stationed there to free the settler. No one was entirely sure it really happened like that since there were no survivors, but MacCready had a feeling this woman with steel in her eyes could easily have done just that.

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Tonight You Belong to Me

Creator: @mitsybubbles, Mistybubbles on AO3

Game(s): Fallout New Vegas

Relationship(s): Arcade Gannon & Female Courier (familial relationship)

Read More: Fic Link

Summary:  It’s just Dead Money with Arcade, my child courier Miranda and a bunch of canon divergence ^^

Excerpt: 

A rather stupid decision and sheer dumb luck land Arcade and Miranda in the middle of nowhere while a mad man raves about supposed hidden treasures. With Miranda missing from the moment he wakes up; Arcade has no choice but to navigate the Sierra Madre by himself…

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The Trick to This

Creator: Hotot (Ao3), @deacons-wig

Game(s): Fallout 4

Relationship(s): Trans!Deacon / F!Sole

Read more: The Trick to This

Summary: Deacon and Jeanne have little in common besides being able to put “secret agent” on their resumes. That’s just fine as far as they’re both concerned. At least it means they won’t get attached. 

“I dunno why you’re so obsessed with these things,” he said, waggling the fan at her. “The screws Deacon. Crisse …” He grinned suggestively and chuckled as she she jumped for the fan, but he held it higher, backing away until he bumped into the counter behind, still laughing. She jumped again, latching onto his wrist to try and drag it down to her level, but he just folded her into a one armed hug, her back against his chest, and switched the fan to his other hand. Fixer strained against his arm, taking a swipe for the fan. She overbalanced and Deacon shifted his hip so she pitched forward and her feet left the floor. “Ugh. Put me down!” He heard a laugh in her voice through the exasperation as she kicked, still trying to get to the fan and Deacon was tempted to boost her up on the counter and make a run for it when he heard someone clear their throat from behind them. “Seriously?” Glory peered around the doorway with raised eyebrows. “What is this, a playground?” Deacon dropped Fixer and she stumbled away, jerking the front of her coat straight with a mock glare. Deacon offered Fixer the fan and dropped his voice back into his narrator’s whisper. “After a brief tussle for dominance over the fan, the hunter emerges victorious, her prize in hand.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Glory said, her voice dripping with distain. Fixer clutched the fan to her chest, fixing him with a flat stare. He tried to keep a straight face, he really did, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

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Pic 'n' Fics

Creator - TheArtOfBlossoming

Game(s) - Fallout 4

Relationship(s) - M!sole × MacCready, M!sole × Deacon

Read more - Here on Ao3

Summary - 2295

Seven years after the Institute was defeated, the Commonwealth is healing under the guidance of the Minutemen of Steel and the reformed Brotherhood.

Sentinel-General Vincent Nathaniel Hudson-MacCready still suffers from pre-war Post Combat Stress Syndrome, which is compounded by the fact that he had to go through the Railroad to defeat the Institute. Just don't ever say 'bullseye' near him..

This story is canon with "Vincent, Redefined" and takes place after the events of "I'll Carry You" and "MacCready, Redefined".

Excerpt

The radio presenter came on, advertising "…the Commonwealth Day market at Starlight City, to be officially opened by the Sentinel-General himself. The Scavenger perked up his ears and scratched a few more letters.

The next song froze his blade in mid-gouge. Magnolia blared out statically from the little speaker, singing "Train, Train". The old man slammed down the knife on the tabletop, scooped a barbed cane from the floor and leaned heavily on it to stand. He straightened and, out of habit, prodded the bridge of his nose with his middle finger, then quickly forced his hand down.

A bag was lifted from the floor, disturbing dust motes and rotten splinters that fell back down, landing as softly as the footsteps that padded away from the now inscribed table.

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Submission box closes in 4 hours (11:59 Pacific Daylight Time). Send in your work, queue starts up tomorrow :)

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Submissions are now closed! They will reopen on Tuesday at midnight PDT. We have 6 submissions in the queue and one will post a day, be sure to show your fellow creators some love. Like, reblog, comment! xoox

-Mod W 

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Welcome to Wasteland Words

A submission-based blog designed to build community by helping Fallout fanfiction authors share their work and boost the work of others across Tumblr.

Status: Accepting submissions!

REQUIRED: README

Moderator Account: @wasteland-mod

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GOOD MORNING WASTELANDERS. Reminder that this exists! From this week onwards, I will be opening submissions on Tuesday at 12:01 AM, and closing them Wednesdays at 11:59 PM, Pacific Daylight Time. That gives you two days a week to submit posts.

My reasoning is:

Processing submissions is easier for me to do over the course of 1-2 days, rather than monitoring an inbox all week and falling behind. This will be especially true as we grow.

Having a consistent submission window will create a routine for the community, where you can look forward to submitting and then get content all week long.

You have two days before submissions close, so please send your WIPs, excerpts, drabbles, whatever you got! Also spread the word!

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Geminus

Creator: chaosintheavenue Game(s): Fallout New Vegas Relationship(s): OC familial relationship Read more: FF.net     Summary: My OC Charlie visits her twin’s grave to reflect upon a life cut short and becomes increasingly intoxicated as time progresses. Contains strong language, grief, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, and descriptions of death.

From what I’ve seen of it over the past four years, ‘relentless’ describes the Mojave Wasteland pretty well. The distant glittering lights of the Vegas Strip and the occasional genuine friendly faces and places may tell one story, but make no mistake, this sand thirsts for blood. Ghouls, Deathclaws, Radscorps, Geckos, Fire Ants, Nightstalkers, Lakelurks and their many friends don’t give a damn who you are. Nor do the chem-addled Fiends, the radiation, even plain old dehydration. So many tales of survival, luck, love and altruism end with a Cazador sting and a poorly-timed lack of antivenom, or a bullet to the heart over a handful of caps.

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Flotsam

Creator: @asaara-writes

Game: Fallout 4

Relationship: Hancock/Sole Survivor

Read more: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26792851

Summary: Searching for her infant son, Lizzy washes up at the gates of Goodneighbour, where she soon catches the enigmatic mayor’s interest. Can she stay afloat or will the town’s countless temptations pull her under?

Excerpt:

The fallout’s blowing through, but baby, it’s just you, sings Magnolia, winking at them from her makeshift stage. Hancock slips a joint between his lips, such as they are. “Yeah, Mags’s something,” he says over the click of his lighter. The glow of the flame spills between mangled, leathery fingers. “So, what takes you to Goodneighbour?” he asks in a cloud of smoke, training those strange dark eyes on her again. “Not every day a woman like you walks through the gate.”

She tilts her head to the side and gives him the coy, enigmatic smile that earned her so many free drinks in college. “Oh? And what’s a woman like me?”

It’s a poor attempt at deflection, and he doesn’t fall for it. “Someone’s fishing for compliments,” he teases, then blows out a couple of perfect smoke rings. “Goodneighbour’s where the flotsam washes up, but you ain’t got the look of a drifter. Fact is, you look like a woman on a mission.” When his eyes land on her again, she’s keenly aware that this is the man who stabbed someone to death right in front of her. “So, I’m curious as to what that mission is, vaultie.”

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Welcome to Wasteland Words

Status: Accepting submissions!

REQUIRED: README

Moderator Account: @wasteland-mod

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Hey folks! We’ve only gotten two submissions so far! Thank you @theartofblossoming, @ihopethismakessense and @spindly. Beautiful words are up, so please check them out and give them a like/comment/reblog as you feel moved to do so.

Also, submit!! I know y’all are writing. I will leave the submission box open until next Wednesday night. You are welcome to submit things that have already been published (not just WIPs!). Think of it as an opportunity to share your work with a wider audience.

So far WW has 24 followers, and with a bit more boosting and activity we can easily double that in a few days. I know it will take a bit of time to get things off the ground, but don’t be shy.

I will be seeking feedback via strawpolls over the next few weeks. Here are the first two.

Participation plans? https://www.strawpoll.me/21042590

Images allowed? https://www.strawpoll.me/21042611

Other thoughts/opinions/complaints? Hit up the ask box or DM privately. 

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Welcome to Wasteland Words

Status: Accepting submissions!

REQUIRED: README

Moderator Account: @wasteland-mod

Tags:

#wasteland-updates - see all blog updates

#submissions - to view submitted writing only

#nsfw - you know…

#lgbtq+ rep | #poc rep | #disability rep

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Hey folks! We’ve only gotten two submissions so far! Thank you @theartofblossoming, @ihopethismakessense and @spindly. Beautiful words are up, so please check them out and give them a like/comment/reblog as you feel moved to do so.

Also, submit!! I know y’all are writing. I will leave the submission box open until next Wednesday night. You are welcome to submit things that have already been published (not just WIPs!). Think of it as an opportunity to share your work with a wider audience.

So far WW has 24 followers, and with a bit more boosting and activity we can easily double that in a few days. I know it will take a bit of time to get things off the ground, but don’t be shy.

I will be seeking feedback via strawpolls over the next few weeks. Here are the first two.

Participation plans? https://www.strawpoll.me/21042590

Images allowed? https://www.strawpoll.me/21042611

Other thoughts/opinions/complaints? Hit up the ask box or DM privately. 

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Welcome to Wasteland Words!

Wasteland Words is a community where Fallotut fanfiction authors can submit excerpts of their work, talk about writing, and hopefully gain new readers. Think of it like a WIP Wednesday tagging meme, but submitted to one blog so all followers will see it. NSFW content is allowed, and thus this blog is 18+ ONLY.

Submissions will be open once a week on Wednesdays from 12 AM to 11:59 PM, Pacific Daylight Time.

STATUS: First post out, queue is live! Submissions will remain open for the time being, in order to test out the functionality and get some content stacked up. Be the first few to submit and we’ll see how this goes.

There are important community and submission guidelines, as well as a template you must use for submissions. Please read the links below carefully and DM or submit an ask if you have questions, comments or suggestions. Anon is off.

README

Community Guidelines | Submission Guidelines | Submission Template

Rules may be adjusted or updated without notice in order to keep things running smoothly.

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Gooooood [local time of day] to you Wastelanders! 

The first two submissions are live, go check them out! The submission box is empty and rolling with tumbleweeds so I’m leaving it open for the time being. Check the pinned post or the sidebar. By next Wednesday I hope to get enough in the queue to start doing once-weekly submissions.

Reblog to spread the word! Submit submit submit! And if anything is confusing, send an ask or DM. 

- Mod W

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Rediscovering Independence

Creator: @ihopethismakessense and @spindlly

Game(s): Fallout 3 and 4

Relationship(s): Charon/Lone Wanderer, Hancock/Sole Survivor

Read: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25453597/chapters/61737352

Summary: A quick shot and a lot of bad luck leads Charon to the Commonwealth after the death of his…friend, where he finds himself in the service of yet another ghoul and in the middle of one hell of a scheme.

Excerpt: 

She followed him here. Stalking him past death itself and too many miles to count. He saw her everywhere. Flicks of dark red seemed to spill into his vision whenever he turned to quickly, disappearing behind corners and wandering into the alleyways. Her voice bounced off the walls of the Third Rail during rush hour. Her shoulder brushed his whenever he fished the caps out of his pocket to pay Daisy for his dinner, a nagging reminder to “not forget the Sugarbombs”. He always felt her smile just over his shoulder, her eyes on his back, her arm around his waist. But turning always brought him nothing more than the screeching reminder of a fired plasma rifle and some rather confused looks from whatever junkie had taken refuge just outside his door. He knew he’d miss her when she was gone. Figured he would mourn her. He rarely missed employers. Most deserved the same fate as the poor bastards they had set him on. But she was bright and wicked in all the best ways and he ached. But he’d expected more time. Expected their work to be finished and for her to grow old and slow in that little apartment she loved so much. Deep down, he’d always known she never would. She moved too much. Felt too much. This world was gonna change if it cost her life to change it. Problem was, it did. And all too fucking soon. He would have died for her. He should have died for her. But it seemed death and rest played favorites after all and he was once again left behind in a world that would never be the same.

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I’ll Carry You

Creator: @theartofblossoming​

Game: Fallout 4

Relationships: M/M

More: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11072943/chapters/24695184

A spin-off story, set after the main events of’ Vincent, Redefined’. The Institute is long-gone, thanks to the Coalition between the Brotherhood and the Minutemen. The Railroad were a casualty of war. The Institute may be gone but someone hasn’t forgotten them…

Excerpt: 

An exquisite fire ran down Vincent’s throat, mingling with the bittersweet traces of cigar smoke. They had had a good fall, the rad-storms had been few and far between, crops flourished and the hunting was good. Those who helped, thrived. Those who harmed met harsh consequences. There weren’t many Raiders these days, especially not this far north. The daily battles of his first year back had dwindled down to weekly patrols, then fortnightly, then monthly. Now, the Sentinel-General and his partner, the Paladin-Major had essentially stood down from active duty, save to advise and support where needed.

They spent their time mostly raising their two boys, Shaun and Duncan. Both were brown haired, though Shaun’s had a gleam of auburn; both brown-eyed and pale skinned, they were sometimes assumed to be twins by visiting strangers who hadn’t watched the one boy grow whilst the other remained unchanged. Right now, they should both be asleep and Duncan certainly would be. Shaun, however, never really slept. Oh, he pretended to. He’d close his eyes and slow his breathing and let his mind wander for hours. Sometimes, he’d lose track of time passing and forget where he was but it was a false slumber. Synths never truly sleep, nor do they really age, so whilst Vin was enjoying his whiskey and Mac was wrapped up in the world of Eloi and Morlocks, Shaun was wrestling with a mental and emotional puberty that his manufactured body wasn’t equipped to handle.

Suddenly, all over Sanctuary, the dim lights went out.