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!
OpacityTitle: OpacityOpacity by Saerzion
Games: Fallout 4
Characters: Female Sole Survivor, Paladin Danse, Shaun.
Disclaimer: Bethesda owns the Fallout series.
Summary: Following the events that left her mark on the Commonwealth, the Sole Survivor reflects on her position in the aftermath. The lost had been recovered, but the mother still grieves. She sees only a constructed changeling, and the illusion is not enough.
Valerie hesitated over the ruined crib, green eyes roving across the chipped blue paint and faded sheets. Her index finger came up to prod the single toy rocket ship still hanging from the tattered mobile. It swung back and forth in the fading light of the room, just one more remnant of a world she would never see again. She held herself in check as the customary ache filled her chest, knowing the past had already gone, and she'd have t
The Carrier DiariesThere are three kinds of people in the world. Flesh eating minions of hell, humankind, and those caught in between both extremes of the spectrum.The Carrier Diaries by laurotica
They call them carriers.
A human on a horse led three roped-and-tied souls behind him through the dead of night. They were bound at the wrists in one long chain attached to the saddle. They were forbidden to speak to each other, or the man on the horse would cut off their lips. He'd said as much when he'd caught each one of them.
The first in line was a man who still bore a bleeding wound from the bite that made him carrier swine. Sometimes their wounds took a while to heal, but this one needed to be found to keep a blood trail from showing their path in the sand. He was large, but the transformation had made him docile.
The second carrier, sandwiched between the first and last, was a woman, middle-aged and with no hair on her head. She had looked somber ever since the man on the horse found her s
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.Welcome, Wastelander. by angelenesdreams