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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

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Re: No Church in the Wild (1/1)

(Anonymous) 2014-07-22 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahhhh, I love this one! She feels so real- and Joshua is just so him, even in the Legion.

Exitus Acta Probat [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2014-07-23 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
I would like to say that you, listener, are a worthless degenerate.

Erin looks up from the reloading bench she’s currently working at, and stares dumbfounded at the radio. She thought it was off.

You putresce in your own decaying towns, reaping filth from filth and calling it progress when the only thing you really accomplish is burying yourself further in profligate feces.

She wipes the grease from her hands on a dirty rag and walks to the shelf it’s perched on, turning up the volume. Black Mountain Radio’s gotten weirder- if that’s possible.

You, foul excuse for human life, are rotting away, a slave to your addictions and those with more pre-war trash jingling in their pockets than you. What a pathetic existence.

Erin’s mouth is hanging open, but she shuts it when she swallows. “...Is that Vulpes?”

The radio answers, “There is, however, hope for you yet, profligate. You could have purpose serving the son of a god... serving the Legion.

“Yeah, that’s Vulpes.” she says to herself, though ED-E beeps in acknowledgement.

There are those who say we are monsters, ripping swaths of corpses across the Wasteland, and to that, I say: Exitus acta probat.

“The results justify the means...” Courier Six murmurs, staring at the radio like she might see the legionary if she squints hard enough. “Doesn’t he know not everybody speaks Latin?”

The Legion’s cause is noble: unity. You long to serve a noble cause, to make something of your worthless life? Here is your chance. Come, profligate, to Cottonwood Cove, to Nelson, to Hoover Dam. Serve a worthy master. Serve Caesar.

The white noise hangs for a moment before it cuts to static, then a string of Latin, which freaks her out a little, so she turns the radio off, and sets a map marker for Black Mountain Radio.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It’s just a holotape, playing on repeat, as if she expected anything else. She considers taking it off the air. She doesn’t. Instead, she leaves a Legion coin next to the microphone- one with her face on it- and walks on.

Exitus Acta Probat [1/1 TAGS]

(Anonymous) 2014-07-23 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, shit!
Tags: F!Courier, Vulpes Inculta, Gen. Summary: When Tabitha leaves, Black Mountain Radio goes off the air. Then, it comes back on.

Re: Arcade/The King - Sweating Out Confessions [2c/2]

(Anonymous) 2014-07-27 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
This was super-hot, and "Dirty Uncle Arcade's Storytime" cracked me up.

Re: Booned! 2/2

(Anonymous) 2014-07-30 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
Sex-ay.

Re: M!Courier/Major Knight -- Right to the Edge [1b/1]

(Anonymous) 2014-07-30 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
DAMN that was hot.

Re: M!Courier/Major Knight -- Right to the Edge [1b/1]

(Anonymous) 2014-07-30 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, WOW. Hot, well-written, every action has purpose, hot, wow, have I mentioned hot? JESUS THIS IS ATTRACTIVE.

Re: The Bro's to End All Bro's (1b)

(Anonymous) 2014-07-31 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
My baby has been fighting sleep for almost an hour and a half and this still made me smile.

Re: I Like Your Mouth (3b/?)

(Anonymous) 2014-08-01 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Is it too late to hope for an update??

Re: Vulpes/F!Courier - sequel to "The raw end of the deal"

(Anonymous) 2014-08-04 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
Is anyone still seeing this more than two years after the request?

Because Writing!Anong is back from hiatus. Anyone still up for the ride?

OMG you're back!

(Anonymous) 2014-08-04 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Idk about the rest of the A-Team, but Bad Attitude Anon is still here and she's more than willing to read whatever you want to write. My gold chains and sock full of pennies are ready to cheer you on, oh fearless A!A :p

Re: OMG you're back!

(Anonymous) 2014-08-04 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
*High-fives*

Good to see you too. Feels like good old times already.

Re: Vulpes/F!Courier - sequel to "The raw end of the deal"

(Anonymous) 2014-08-04 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I loved that story, so yeah I'd be thrilled to see more.

Re: M!Courier + Arcade, 'Basic Forms of Government' 1/1

(Anonymous) 2014-08-05 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
I fucking love this whole thing, especially "impractical, flighty, and distracted by shiny things." This whole thread is gold.

Re: OMG you're back!

(Anonymous) 2014-08-05 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
Hells yeah! Hopefully Art!anon, Confused!anon, and Medical!Anon are still kicking around the meme somewhere...

Re: Arcade/M!Courier -- All This And Heaven Too [1c/1]

(Anonymous) 2014-08-06 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Holy living fuck, that was hot.

Re: Little Green Men? 7/7

(Anonymous) 2014-08-06 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, awesome!

Re: Manny/Boone - Breathe [1/1, tumblr microfic]

(Anonymous) 2014-08-06 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
So short and so fucking gorgeous.

Re: Manny/Boone - Breathe [1/1, tumblr microfic]

(Anonymous) 2014-08-06 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, this is so sweet!

Re: [M!Courier+Veronica] - Simple - 1c/1

(Anonymous) 2014-08-06 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Awwwwww. :)

Re: Arcade/M!Courier - Better Things To Do [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2014-08-06 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Unf. Would love to see more. :D

Re: Arcade/M!Courier - Better Things To Do [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2014-08-06 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
This is so hot!

Re: Arcade/M!Courier - Better Things To Do [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2014-08-06 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
How did I miss this?! Excellent work! :D

Re: Torch Songs 18/18

(Anonymous) 2014-08-06 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, this was awesome!

The Jackals [1a/?]

(Anonymous) 2014-08-07 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Tags: Gen, M!Courier, Violence, Misc. Raiders (well, they're Jackals, but consolidation's sake).
Summary: What doesn't kill you, becomes your new chief.
A/N: It's not the Fiends, but we've had two lovely fills for that, and this prompt inspired me in a similar direction.


The first Jackal came out from the far side of the building, bullets flying (not very accurately), but the Courier’s gun was already drawn, and he popped one shot off in her head, easy. The next was already after him from behind (wow, he’d never seen that tactic before), and he whipped around to a man panickedly tugging at the jammed bolt on his rifle. The Courier shot him once in the thigh, and when he fell, kicked the rifle away from him, kicked once from under the jaw. He’d take care of this one, in his damn sweet time, after he dealt with the two from the carport- switchblade and a baseball bat, this one was going to be fun. They didn’t expect him to run straight for them; the woman flinched and stopped charging, so he pistol-whipped the switchblade guy, tossed his gun aside, and directed the knife into the man’s own stomach. He gave it one quick push upwards, and pushed him to the ground, popping the snap that kept his cleaver in the sheath on his chest, stalking towards the woman. She held the baseball bat defensively, so he feigned a swing at her right, she blocked, and his left hand darted out to snatch the bat away. She was crying. It was annoying, really, and she barely put up a fight when he pushed her against the wall of the carport and held the cleaver to her throat.

There’s a moment there, her chem-reddened eyes screwed shut and the guy with the knife in his stomach moaning behind them, before the manic smile on the Courier’s face dropped. “Really? Is that all you fuckers’ve got!?”

He grabbed the woman by one of her mohawks and threw her to the ground, stepped on her back, and that made her yelp, and sob louder. “Oh come on! I could’ve sniped you fucks from up the road and not wasted my goddamn time, but I thought it would be fuckin’ fun to have a head-to-head for once! This is the fucking fight I get!?” He spied switchblade guy, (it was a short blade, did less damage than the pistol-whip) straining to reach the victor’s own 12.7mm a few feet away. Courier stomped over (the first step on the woman’s back, and she was still fuckng crying), ground his boot into the man’s hand until he heard a pop accompany the scream, and put the 12.7 back in his holster. “You’re fucking pathetic! A switchblade, you piece of shit?” He kicked the guy in the abdominal wound, knocking out the switchblade barely penetrating, and the man coughed, and curled into the fetal position.

“You’re fucking Jackals, you’re supposed to be terrifying, savage cannibals and shit! Where the fuck’s your leader!?”

“You killed her...!” the man gagged out.

“Oh, that bitch?” he asked, motioning broadly with the cleaver to the only one of them dead. “The fucker who went down with one shot!?”

“You shot her in the head!” the woman spat.

“You’d be surprised how many people that doesn’t stop...” he said, lifting the bangs of his unspiked mohawk with the back of the cleaver to reveal the perfect keloid circle. He then pointed the weapon back at her. “Get up.”