WELCOME TO POST-APOCALYPTIC-ERA!
The rules have been slightly rehashed since coming under new management. Originally, this was a group strictly for Fallout fandom. However, since the Founders and Co-Founders have deserted it (the original Founder deactivated their account without naming a successor) it seems that the group has become a haven for all things post-apocalyptic. So we've decided to leave it as such, since there are already several other groups that are strictly Fallout.
So the rules are as follows:
>Become a Member and you are welcome to your submit work.
>Please submit your work to the proper folder.
>If your work has nothing to do with the apocalypse it will be removed.
>The Featured folder is no longer an option for submission. We will select qualitative works to represent the group as they strike us. If you have a suggestion, do let us know.
Any questions, please don't hesitate to send us a note!
The Immune Part 002 MacCready fell against the metal medical racks while fumbling with a first aid kit. His eyes were so out of focus at this point that he was unable to see what he was trying to do. It quickly became clear that he would be unable to treat himself and needed the assistance of someone else. Anyone else. Mac could feel himself drooling now, or maybe it was blood coming up in his throat. He choked and spit stumbling down the long dark hall, bracing himself on the walls leaving a bloody trail behind him. Up near the entrance, he could barely make out a silhouette. Human. Or at least he had hoped.
“...Please...” MacCready gasped, realizing how his movements and appearance resembled a zombie. “Help... I just need-”
The person, a female of small statue matching that of Geiszler, seemed understandably alarmed. She raised her arms holding out a strangely shaped weapon with a wide bowl on the end resembling a tiny sat
The Immune Part 001(Please read the short synopsis "Introduction to The Immune" before beginning this chapter for some backstory which may not be clear to new readers.)
The lights around the small facility flickered slightly threatening to fail to the darkness. This was the most recent camp for the rouge group of scientists who called themselves the Followers of the Apocalypse. They've been hiding out in an old car parts center on the outskirts of a town now known as “Dead Alley”. Their experiments may not have been ethical, but nothing seemed to be in this day and age. The scientists were former Umbra employees and family members of former Umbrella employees before the “fall” of mankind over 90 years prior. Many of them wanted to help the victims of t
FO4: The Early BirdTitle: The Early Bird
Fandom: Fallout 4
Setting: A Salon
Pairing: Sole Survivor/Sole Survivor
Characters: OC: Kellen Rogers, OC: Ramon Santos-Pepito-Fortunato-Francisco-Manolo Cruz, Dog OC: Paco
Word Count: 528
Type of Work: Drabble, Part of the Fanfiction-Friends’ Weekly Writing Prompts
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Social Anxiety, Service Animal, Fluff, AU - Modern AU
Disclaimer: Kellen is my OC, and Tito/Paco belongs to my boyfriend. The Fallout Universe does not belong to me.
Summary: Kellen woke up this early for one reason only, and it wasn’t getting into his haircut any faster.
AN: Here we are at another Fanfiction-Friends’ Weekly Writing Prompt! I’ve been playing Fallout 4, and so has Todd, and we’re shipping our Sole Survivors so hard. I can’t believe how mu
The Goreway GirlIn one moment there was bloodshed. There was chaos and madness across the ruins of a six-lane highway where monsters slaughtered monsters. It had begun innocently enough, as far as their standards go, with opposing forces on each side of the median, stuck in a standoff until one would make the opening move.
There were no good guys and bad guys. There were the Dogs and the Moths, humans damned by whatever god had hated them enough to do this. The world had been theirs for decades.
What were they fighting about? Boiling tensions and broken promises were the stories everyone stuck with, but the truth was much simpler. In a world so expansive, one that never seemed to end, there was only room for one.
In one moment, it was over. A young female Dog awoke among the corpses of the fallen, gasping for breath. Her struggle was the only sound for miles; the battlefield was silent now. The cracked asphalt was still slick with blood, and the de
Welcome, Wastelander. Welcome to my deviantArt page, Fallout fans. My name is angelenesdreams, and I also go by AlmostMichael. I occasionally post artistic screenshots and other Fallout-related things, but I mostly work on my high-quality Fallout screenshot comic, Wasteland Diaries, with my partner MBlackwood. You can read WD here, but I highly recommend you follow along on Tumblr. It's much easier to navigate, there's a full index broken down by chapters, there's character info, and by golly it just looks better than deviantArt in general. Also, it is rated mature due to language, drug and alcohol use, violence, and adult situations, and pages posted here that contain mature content are only visible only to members of deviantArt. You can get around that by following us on Tumblr.