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libertybri · 28 days

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Fo4 companions + Maxson react to accidentally falling into worm hole and getting sent to the past for a week and end up meeting their younger self. (Danse meeting himself as M7-97)

So this was one super interesting, lol! I had to get a bit creative for some because I didn’t want to leave anyone out + I added Strong and Dogmeat!!

Cait

The moment her former self was in currently, was what Cait then believed was the peak of her life. She felt the strongest she ever was due to her own raw strength and the unmentionable addictions keeping her going at a hundred-percent all of the time. Being loved was a foreign concept and there were no thoughts of ever inheriting a real friend or someone who cared enough to save her. Even if she were to speak to that version of herself, Cait knew she wouldn’t be able to get through to her then. There was really no point of exercising the thought to her that there was good in the world willing to take her in. That was left up to Sole, for she believed only they could ever be the one to get through to her no matter her state.

Synth!Codsworth

“Oh dear, was I always floating about this rusty in the beginning?” The new synthetic-bodied Codsworth stands ashamed of his former self. The robot floated before him with his rusty exterior and only motive to try and rid the world of its new radiated filth.

“Um, did you say I? I do believe you are confused, sir. Perhaps all of this radiation is altering your thought process. My Sir and Mum should be back any minute now and they would love to help you!” The robot version of himself gleamed at the opportunity to help someone in need, not realizing the person before him was actually himself in another time and body. He was also mistaken about the timing of which only part of his family would return to him. The synth decided it wasn’t in his best interest to tell the robot all of this information, as he always remained hopeful.

Curie

The synth looked upon her former robotic self with two strong feelings; one of relief and one of sorrow. She was of course relived to be able to roam free among the world and view it as a human, for which she loved humans very much. However, part of her was longing for the former connections she had while in this state. The scientists she was built up with and the experiments she held while as the robot were dear parts of her past that she held closely to her synthetic-heart. Though with all of the reminiscing, she is able to remind herself of why the change happened and how she can move forward with her new connections and experiments that she also appreciates.

Danse

Danse doesn’t quite understand why he sees the synth with a blank personality, meant to take his own. He doesn’t remember his life before it was stolen, but meeting him, who took his own life. The version of himself now was standing before that same version. “You know you aren’t me.” He is still astonished with the entire thing, hoping this thing doesn’t yet have his personality.

“I am supposed to be Paladin—“

“M7-97.” Danse cuts him off sternly. “That’s who we are… We become Danse with time.” Though still struggling to understand himself after learning of his true identity, he doesn’t allow this to be a setback and instead finds satisfaction in seeing himself as a synth in an earlier stage of creation. It gives him peace knowing that he has the freedom to write his own story now.

Deacon

Deacon absolutely loathed seeing his past self. The younger leaving destruction in his path. He had no desire to speak to him or allow him to know of his future’s presence. Instead he only watched from the shadows intently, forcing himself to endure what he thought he deserved. Watching himself completing ravaging tasks was torture to his new role. He swallowed back all of the hate and anguish for that version of himself until this wormhole was done tormenting him with it.

Dogmeat

Dogmeat is overjoyed seeing himself as a puppy and immediately wants to play! He can’t even remember what it was like being that small, but that doesn’t matter now. He is content with just playing chase with his younger self until they’re both too tired to run any longer.

Gage

Seeing himself before the corruption of being a raider was like a punch to the gut for Gage. He saw optimism and light in his younger eyes, bliss from what he believed was protection then. What was soon to come for him was an awful awakening and the Gage now knew that, so he felt more sad than anything. He assumed anger would have been his first emotion, but he couldn’t bring himself to be angry with the past any longer.

“Things turn out alright for us… eventually, at least. You’ll meet so many shitty people ‘long the way, but one’s gonna come around and change all that.” Gage makes sure to tell his former self about his admiration for the Overboss, no matter their current relationship. He owed his newfound happiness to them.

“Thing’s get serious with this ‘one’?” His former preteen self giggled at the ‘old-man’, teasing at any hints of a relationship of some kind.

Gage chuckles and shakes his head, “They’re alright by us an’ that’s all that matters.”

Hancock

“Yeah, I figured the day’d come.” The smooth-skin John chuckled a his later state. His eyes scanned over the ghoulified version of himself dressed in historical attire, but wearing it with definite swagger. “Say, that brother of ours ever come around? This fight worth it?”

“McDonough’s a lost cause, but the fight’s always worth it. Lot’s a people come around for you because you never lose sight of what’s right.” Hancock smiles as he reminisces on the upbringing of his people. A lot was sacrificed along the way; his skin being part of that recklessness within the upbringing. In his mind everything happened in its place for a reason. He had to be the mortar for his people and for that, he absolutely held no regrets.

MacCready

There’s so many things MacCready thinks to tell his former self, but when it actually comes down to meeting him, he can’t bring himself to relieve the munchkin of knowing the future. Those unchangeable experiences couldn’t be passed through stories, so instead he interacted in the only way his 12-year old self knew.

“Hey butt-muncher, you got cave fungus all over your upper lip.” He chuckles, getting on his own nerves very easily.

“Can it, mungo! This is a mustache!” MacCready can’t help but to laugh at himself. Though he made plenty of bad decisions in his childhood, growing that ‘mustache’ was quite possibly his worst small mistake he ever made.

Maxson

Squire Maxson was quite the sight to the older; having only aged 8 years since then, however appearing to have fought many battles that physically aged him tremendously. The young boy was still in training by his predecessor Sarah, yet untouched by the cruel world. Two years to come for this boy before his entire world changed and he would become the war-machine that he now knows so comfortably. Elder Maxson was struggling to find the words to convey to him former self, knowing nothing would change. He cannot label feelings neither, for that was a difficult task. The younger fears the man before him but not because of appearance but instead his demeanor. There was a darkness that loomed over him and despite only being 12 years old, the younger knew things were not well for himself later in life. “I become Elder…” His voice trembles slightly only then realizing what that means for Sarah. “Oh.”

“I do what’s best for the Brotherhood. I know what’s best.” Maxson says to himself, though it comes out more as if he has to convince himself of that. There were a lot of battles in his life but none bigger than the self-battle he is always going through. He wish things could be different for the young boy, but with the greatest responsibility among his shoulders, nothing could ever change for him.

Nick

Nick’s former self is a prototype synth, factory fresh and one of the first of his kind. As a prototype, his personality still wasn’t fully there as the Institute were attempting to develop prewar people into their synths. Nick realizes he never knew himself as a separate personality then, he has no memories before Nick Valentine. The image before him didn’t feel like him, so he merely watched as the Institute performed more experiments on him. Experiencing this wormhole creates more doubt in his mind as he tries to understand himself as his own Nick of his time.

Piper

The urge to approach her younger self and warn her of upcoming events was very hard to fight for Piper. She knew no matter what there was no changing the past but part of her hoped if she could just spiel enough knowledge to her younger self in this worm-hole, she would be able to break through the wall and change the order of events. Solemnly, she decides to instead nurture the young Piper as she needs.

“How different are things in the future? Is the grass greener? Do we find love? What is Nat like?” Her younger self, full of ambition and curiosity bombards her with several questions.

Piper cringes at the truth and does her best to mask the truth; “Uh, well, things are actually a lot different, but it turns out alright. There’s people there for us and we take care of them too… We’ll be okay.”

Content with this answer, the younger Piper goes back to drawing a portrait of her little family with the newest addition of baby Nat. Piper was only happy the innocence still had a few years before it would be lost.

Preston

In a nightmare-like tone, Preston was sent to himself at his lowest point. Though it wasn’t too far into the past for himself to see noticeable changes in his appearance, he was able to instantly notice the change in demeanor. His past self held no hope for the future or himself, he was lost in all ways and ready to give up. “The good fight is worth all of this sacrifice.” He tells himself. Seeing the future and what it holds definitely brings a twinkle of light to his former self, however he was still at a loss in his current state. “Good people give their all so the Commonwealth can stand for the future generations. You give your all.”

“What other choice do I have? These people are counting are counting on me.” The past Preston chokes back on his words. They come out a lot more confident than he felt in himself at that moment. He knew in his heart it was the right answer, as his fight will always be for the good of the people. Finding the courage was becoming onerous, but he was finally willing to accept the help of those around him to guide him.

Strong

“So this is what I become…” Strong’s former self wasn’t as shocked at the sight of his future as he was now knowing what would eventually happen to the world. “They actually did it, damned us all.”

Strong studies this human timidly, still not fully convinced at one point this was him. He decided to instead lecture himself for being sad about his current state, “HUMAN SHOULD BE HAPPY. HUMAN STRONG AFTER BOMB.”

Human Strong crosses his arms, “Human was strong before. I, er, you worked out a lot before… this. At least you still take pride in your athleticism.” Though the human version of himself was glad that teeny bit of self-sense was still there, he was still deeply distraught at his outcome with life.

X6-88

Depending on the path Sole takes, X6 meeting himself in his early stages of creation could be broken down in two ways;

A) Sole “rescues” X6 from the confinement of the Institute and he lives at a settlement after the Institute is blown up.

—X6 is faced with a version of himself that is no courser to the institute, but merely just a test subject of a synth. This version has plenty of training to endure before he could ever be a courser. While X6 thought he would be disgusted, or even envy the given fresh start, he felt nothing but pity for his former self. “One day you will be freed of the Institute’s reign. Your savior is powerful and compassionate enough to forgive a synth like you for all of the trouble you have caused them.” He tells his younger self, stating fact of what he knows now. However, this version would hear none of it and he knew that.

B) Sole becomes director of the Institute.

—X6 feels nothing when meeting himself in the early stages of creation. He knows from that point to where he is now, things would never change for him. This was his destiny after all; A machine made to serve and kill.

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spiribia · 15 days

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[unexploded anon] first of all about the protags: yes. yeag. ur right. that aside you cant really... make any interesting decisions in fo4? which also leads to that fixed character feel. sure you can decide which faction to join but thats it. you dont get several ways of solving things like the nv moon quest for example. as soon as they went teehee no more karma and a voiced protag it was so over.

that aside my biggest grievance with bethany esdas version of fo(esp 4)is that they simply cannot write anything that isnt "the world was destroyed and it sucks now also the brotherhood of steel is here". theyre sooo scared to move on from it— or perhaps they are just afraid to say anything? a big point of fo1 and 2 and nv is bad thing happened how do we move on from that. they rebuild! they have huge cities! theyve started printing money again by fo2! things arent great sure but they are developing!

the plot in the new show revolves around who threw the first bomb so we can all point our fingers at the real bad guy actually which feels like such a big misunderstanding to me and again shows that they simply cannot move on from the hoho! big war happen! plot. they even went and nuked the big settlements so theyre back to that status quo and its just so LAME. wheres the hopeful spark of humanity in this. wheres anything that isnt just hehe bomb go boom heres the brotherhood of steal (while simultanously yassifying the ghouls so they look less scary as if they arent a direct result of the horrors of war youre so fixated on gg)

[unexploded anon] i guess theres nothing wrong with like. things that dont have to be deeper and you can just go and play fo4 and have fun with whats there but what always gets me is that it USED TO BE. cooler. it used to be cooler and had something to say and now its just an aesthetic to sell i guess.

sad! well theres always games from 1998 and nv to play.

definitely interesting to hear perspective from a first 2 fallouts enjoyer...this is a true war never changes moment. at this point i do think the brotherhood of steel and their big old promo material power armor is probably a brand recognition association with their brand. they do also seem to lean into marketable in-universe branding like the vault boy and nuka-cola but without the irony which is a critique i've seen a lot of that i'm inclined to agree with and also unfortunately kind of funny if i'm honest.

fo4 does seem like it could be fun if it's the sort of action game you're in the market for and i think if i was in the right mood it could be something i could've gotten further in. the universe contorted me into playing new vegas and only new vegas. i was so smoothtalked by todd howard's fallout 4 e3 presentation that i resolved to get it when it came out, and to bide the time before, got fallout 3 and found i could not get it to run on my laptop. i refunded 3 and begrudgingly got new vegas as a compensation, which ran like a dream, but i didnt get past the first time in my first attempt - i found the wasteland crunchy and unnerving with its evil beasts and thought "maybe fallout 4 will be more comforting - it's more colorful". then fallout 4 came out and i could not run it. so then i turned back to new vegas. and now i LOVE the crunchy wasteland and the evil beasts.

#anon

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fallout-drabbles-n-stuff · 1 year

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Okay so I was looking for a rule list/master list but I couldn't find one so idk if I'm crossing any writing boundaries or smth or if you already did this, but can you do headcannons for fo4 companions x Bird like sole? Like sole picks up their phrases and says them or sole like shiny objects and brings them to said companion?

I found this super cute! Here’s a part one because I’m a little tired! I should have part two up tomorrow (hopefully 💀)

Cait:

•At first she’s a bit insulted. I know- sounds bad but when she hears you mimic her phrases or the way her voice fluctuates..it’s not exactly the most welcome thing considering she’s likely been picked on it before because of how unique it is in the ‘wealth.

•won’t admit it but she thinks your collection of shiny objects is..dare she say…cute. Yes, cute. Wanna give her a neat looking rock? She may scoff but on the inside she knows she’s gonna treasure that damn rock.

Curie:

•Peculiar turn of events- Curie herself has a couple “bird-like” traits.

•The two of you go together just fine. She’ll show you neat specimens that she deems her treasures and you show her your’s- both of you appreciating the other’s oddities with just as much fascination as your own.

•Will be a little confused with the mimicry but will eventually just chalk it up to a normal behavior…..and then proceeds to start doing it. Keep her away from the tin can unless you want “Outstanding” to be perpetuated.

•If you happen to share a house or camp, she’ll think it’s absolutely intriguing if you “nest” by specifically arranging your belongings and so on.

•You are definitely a subject of her attention quite often.

Danse:

•Similar to Cait in the idea that the first few times you copy a phrase that he’s aware of himself saying, he’s not going to take it too well. He’ll automatically assume you’re mocking him.

•Never fear, eventually Danse realizes what’s going on and loosens up a bit. If nothing else, you were listening to him and he loved that. Maybe he might start taking note of phrases you use and do a bit of mimicry back.

•Might gripe and say you need to quit hoarding garbage but truthfully? Call him Paladin hypocrite because he’s just as bad, if not worse about picking up random items.

•Give him one of your special items though…oh atom have mercy. He’s moved.

Deacon:

•actually really digs your more obscure way of being. You’re interesting to him.

•Will definitely crack a couple quick quips like “hey, that’s my job” whenever you mimic his phrases and so on but he means it all in a lighthearted kind of way.

•Is more amused than anything by your quirks and not afraid to admit it.

•Might start suggesting you have your code named changed to better reflect your unique characteristics.

Gage:

•Doenst really seem to pick up on your actions-or not care for that matter- up until you bring him an item like the shiny objects you create.

•Now, this raider is by no means a sentimental sap but something seemed so strangely sweet about the action that he had no choice but be touched.

•truthfully, he had noticed your behaviors from the moment the two of you began your “overboss conquest”. He originally thought it was quite strange but as time passed, the raider grew fond.

•He won’t ever outright say anything but he loves it.

#Cait #curie #Danse #deacon #gage #fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 companions #paladin danse #fallout companions #elder maxson

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ground-zero-idiocies · 2 years

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How would FO4 companions react after finding the Jamaica Plain treasure? https://youtu.be/TmLr99nQaUA

They’re walking outside and they notice SS holding a bat they saw in the treasure vault

Some random feral comes in and tries to attack

But SS swing at them and the Feral goes flying about 6 feet, dead.

A moment of silence passes and SS goes with as smirk on their face, “Look like I found the treasure.”

How would they react?

Fun little story: I accidentally stumbled into the backdoor to the treasure on my first playthrough when walking around. I threw the bat on the ground because I thought it was useless. I am stupid.

Anyway, the reacts. Anon set this up pretty well, so I'll just go off that.

Fallout 4 Companions React: The Treasure of Jamaica Plain

Cait: “Ok, I gotta get my hands on that. If I ever saw me parents again, I’d punt them off into the moon. No, the sun. Damn, that thing is incredible! You’re one lucky lass.”

Codsworth: “Keeping your enemies far away was never easier, now was it? Ha ha! I suppose that you’ve been using sir’s old dumbells, have’t you mum? I’m sure you have. Soon, you’ll be a true body builder! A strength champion! A macho muchacho!”

Curie: “Every day, your apparent superhuman abilities become evermore present. Surely you do not expect me to believe that it’s only the bat itself that is causing this spike of power? I suppose that the wasteland never fails to amaze.”

Danse: “Soldier, you may have remnants of that ghoul’s body all over you. You know that standard Brotherhood practice is to use laser weapons, as to turn enemies into ash. This is disgusting, even if mildly impressive. Only mildly impressive, though.”

Deacon: “Ok, now I know it. I’m gonna make Nora action figures. I mean, you’ve got superpowers and a magic baseball bat that can send zombies flying 60 feet away? Who wouldn’t want that? I would’ve played with that toy as a child. We can use the profits to build a second Prydwen. This one will be three inches longer, just to piss Maxson off. Deal?”

Gage: “I don’t even know what to say anymore, boss. It’s not like I have a real personality to draw from and honestly I think that OP is just gonna stop writing me into these reacts all together because, lets be honest, no one would miss me. Anyway that’s a cool bat, I guess.”

Hancock: “Imagine using that thing with a dose of Psychojet. Man, we gotta get down to Diamond City and swing that bat around like it was always intended. A swing and a hit, right on McDonut’s ass.”

Longfellow: “I may have come from an amazing DLC but I’m just not an interesting character. I’m a grandpa, baseball, old world, fog bad, yada yada. Why am I here again? OP never wrote about Ada and I’m maybe 11% more interesting then that sentimental robot.”

MacCready: “You gotta show that off to Duncan. He loves baseball movies, and those are all scripted. Imagine what you could do with thing if you actually had a decent pitcher? Best hitter in history.”

Nick Valentine: “I know it was way after his time, but I’d like to think that Mickey Mantle himself once used that bat. I’d love to meet him in person. We’d drink some Chock Full O’ Nuts and just...chat. Maybe the old world wasn’t so bad.”

Piper: “I keep telling you this, but the next time you’re gonna channel Zeus and Jackie Robinson himself into your weapons, please let me bring the camera! These moments are too precious to leave in our minds. And by precious, I mean FREAKING AWESOME!!!”

Preston: “General! I can’t believe I have to tell you this for the eleventh time! Put down the supernatural wooden stick and go help the Slog! I got a report from a definitely reputable source that the Slog has a Ghoul problem! Go help them! Come on!”

Strong: “Little lady has bat that can hit Ghoul far away. Little Lady is stronger than Strong brother? Stronger than Super Mutant? Strong need to have existential crisis now. Little lady should leave Strong alone to rethink his life.”

X6-88: “How many times do I have to tell Father that even though he wants to pretend like he had a normal life he can’t leave a highly advanced baseball apparatus just lying around. We get it, you are traumatized and wanted a father to play ball with because the cruel reality of 21st century geopolitics denies you this opportunity, but you can’t just let this shit sit around. Not ok.”

#gage getting a little meta on us #nick valentine would 100% drink chock full o' nuts #fallout #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #companions react #nick valentine

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ashren · 2 years

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Here's a snippet of something that fits into a bigger story I'll probably never write :,)

This is my fo4 OC, King, who's not the Sole Survivor, and Nate, who... is lol. He's based off my very first play through of fo4 :3

Anywayyyyy i just didn't know what else to do with it so

“I can do it myself,” King mumbled out in a low deep voice. Nate wasn't sure what he expected from King, but he was startled nonetheless.

“I'll just wait outside?” Nate offered, the implication in Kings statement clear.

“Thank you.”

Nate didn’t waste any time walking out of the room back onto the porch to give King his privacy. There were a few intact rocking chairs on the porch so Nate took a seat and pulled out his cigarettes and lit one. He couldn’t help but wonder about King. A man who didn’t even really have a name. No one knew what he looked like. He wondered if King ever went out without his coverings just to observe. Or maybe he was hiding something under there. It didn’t really matter, at the end of the day, but the idea of true anonymity was so intriguing.

Nate didn’t realize how long he’d been thinking about King until his cigarette was burnt down to the filter and the door clicked open. Nate looked over his shoulder to see King walking out holding the first aid kit and a small bag of bottle caps. He silently sat in the chair next to Nate and handed both over.

“Doug didn’t charge me for the medical help last time I was in Kings’ Corner. Call it even,” Nate insisted, taking only the medical kit from King.

King hesitated but sighed and tucked the bottle caps away in his coat pocket. Then he just sat quietly, presumably staring at the stars. That was one thing that was oddly peaceful about the wasteland, the lack of light pollution made the stars gorgeous. On rare nights the irradiated clouds weren’t in the way, anyway. In those moments, Nate could almost pretend he was back home, before the bombs fell, sitting at his camp with Nora, enjoying a mocktail-

The loud buzzing of a bloatfly dragged Nate out of the fantasy and he reached for his gun. Before he could even unholster it, King shot his own gun twice, killing two bloatflies instantly.

“Damn. Thanks,” Nate said, settling back down. King just nodded once in response. “You don’t talk much do you?”

King turned his head to look at Nate for a second, then he shook his head.

“Mind if I talk?” Nate asked. He didn’t really have much to say, but he’d been alone for three days now and he was craving some company. Even if it was someone who would only nod or shake their head.

King shrugged, which didn’t feel exactly like a yes, so Nate clarified, “You won’t have to talk back.”

King let out a very small breathy laugh and then nodded. Nate smiled and pulled out another cigarette.

“Thanks. Feel free to leave if you get bored. I’m not that interesting, I’m sure,” Nate said, fumbling with the lighter.

King had leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. Nate wondered if he was planning on napping but then he surprised Nate.

“Aren’t you the General of the Minutemen?” King asked barely above a whisper, “That sounds interesting.”

Nate coughed but King didn’t react, just waiting for Nate to answer, “I didn’t know you knew that.”

King just shrugged.

“I am, and I guess that could be interesting,” Nate answered, “But frankly it’s mostly me running around doing favors for settlements between working on other important shit around the Commonwealth. I keep telling Preston he needs to take over, but he’s saying he’s not ready. Which is bullshit, he is the most capable man I know, but that’s not the point.”

King just hummed in agreement, but otherwise didn’t speak. Nate had been bottling up a lot of his frustration with his role in the Settlements and never had a truly neutral ear to listen. So Nate continued.

“Not to mention the fact that I’m not exactly here to save the Commonwealth. I’m not going to turn down someone who needs help, but I’m still… still supposed to be looking for my son. I feel like I haven't had a chance to follow any leads on him in weeks.”

King’s head snapped over to look at Nate. He just stared, not speaking or otherwise moving.

“I’m not even supposed to be here,” Nate said quietly, taking another long drag from the cigarette, “I should have died centuries ago.”

Nate wasn’t usually quite such an existential person, in fact, he tried to just go with the flow as much as he could since waking up. It was a form of survival. But under the rare night of clear skies with company who didn’t seem to offer any judgment towards anything ever… Nate was speaking fairly freely.

“Believe it or not, I’m ‘Pre-War’, although as a veteran from Anchorage, I’m not sure it’s a super accurate term, but… Pre bombs anyway. I was lucky enough to get in a Vault, but they lied to all of us. The Vaults were always experiments. They froze us. Then the world went to shit, so they all died and left us frozen. Someone let me out not too long ago, and now here I am. Stuck taking care of a post war wasteland,” Nate stamped out his cigarette butt on the arm of the chair, finishing the very abridged version of things, and sighed deeply, “This isn’t what I thought my life would be, but. That’s war for you. Guess I can only make the best of it.”

King was still looking at Nate, but hadn’t moved the entire time Nate spoke. As soon as Nate was done, though, King stood up from his chair and walked inside. Nate thought maybe he’d offended King somehow, or maybe King was bored and ready to sleep, but then he returned and sat back down in his chair, clenching something in his gloved hands.

“Uh,” Nate wasn’t really sure what was happening.

King held out his hand and waited for Nate to open his hand. When Nate did. King dropped something into his hand and sat back in his chair, waiting for Nate to look. They were dog tags. Nate lifted them up and looked at the name on them ‘Andrew McCleary’.

“Are these yours?” Nate asked, looking up at King. He was still staring and Nate almost felt like he could make eye contact with him through the dark goggles.

King nodded.

“Is… your name Andrew, then?” Nate asked, “And you can't just shrug!”

King audibly laughed and then turned to face forward again, “Sometimes.”

“That's worse than shrugging, actually,” Nate said, only half joking.

“I’ve gone by many names. At one time it was Andy.”

Nate nodded, and looked back to the dog tags in his hands, processing his statement.

“Wait,” Nate looked back to King, “Are you saying you're pre war, or that you took this person’s name?”

King sighed and let his head fall back onto the back of the chair, “It's complicated.”

#fallout 4 oc #wip #kinda i mean it's in progress technically lol #my ocs #idk it's been in my docs for a while and i probably won't do much more with it for a while #but i do like King so here's some King food #fo4 oc

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danses-with-dogmeat · 3 years

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Hey I love your blog! If it isn’t too much trouble, could you do one of the companions reacting to Sole getting an unsolicited dick pic?

FO4 Companions React to Sole Receiving an Unsolicited Dick Pic

So I know the ask said one of the companions, but I just did 'em all cuz I got carried away (as I always seem to). This was definitely an interesting one to think about, and suuuuper fun to write. Thanks for the ask!

I ended up doing a little scenario at the top that'll apply to all of the reactions, and just kind of give context for the fateful event to take place (since phones/the internet aren't really a canon element in FO, I put this scenario together instead.)

Given the nature of this ask, there's a just bit of NSFW under the cut!

Sole had woken up like any other day. Heading down the stairs of their Diamond City home to make breakfast, trying to be quiet in order to keep from disturbing their companion in the other room. However, as they passed their front door, they noticed something peeking out of the mail slot.

The paper isn't meant to come out until tomorrow...

Curious, Sole reached for the little white square of photo paper, and noticed some writing in the corner. There was an address and the words, "if you like what you see, meet me here tonight," accompanied by a little arrow pointing to flip the photo over. Their intrigue got the better of them, and Sole did as the writing suggested, turning it over for a brief second before immediately regretting it. They recoiled at the phallic image, their surprise evident in the small yelp they uttered in response to the sight before them.

They heard their companion stir from the other room, and then their footsteps sounded from behind as they approached questioningly.

"What have you got there?" They asked.

"Oh, it's nothing," Sole said, turning to face them, "just some mail, is all." Sole's words dripped with distaste, and yet... they felt an overwhelming need to share their unsightly discovery with the person in front of them.

"Wanna see?" They asked, mercilessly turning the picture so their companion could clearly make out the offensive image.

Cait:

*scoffs*

"What, they think that's somethin' te brag about? The damn thing's so wee, I almost couldn't make it out." She'd say with a smile, offering up her hand so she could take the picture and tear it in half. Cait effectively would make the decision for her companion in regards to the comment on the back of the photo. She knows this type of man, and she'd be sure that Sole wouldn't be meeting the asshole anywhere tonight. However, should she be able to sneak away while Sole is sleeping... Cait might just pay a visit to the specified location, where she'd surely give that asshole a piece of her mind, and at least one taste of her fist.

Curie:

Her eyebrows would furrow, and the synth would cock her head to the side in her confusion. Being locked away in a vault with three men for so many years, acting as their doctor, meant she had seen her fair share of the male sex organ. But now, Curie was confused, why did this man feel the need to send Sole a photograph of his penis? Was there something wrong with it? Did he want them to examine it? Sole was not a doctor...

"Why 'ave you received zhis, madame/monsieur? What does zhis man want from you?"

Once Sole explained, Curie would be quite upset by the concept.

"But... you did not ask for zhis, did not want it, and yet, he sent it anyway. Why would you want to meet someone like zhat? It seems very rude to me." She's still confused about it, and may ask a few more questions. Has this happened to Sole before? Does it happen often? Does anyone actually like to see such things when they are unprompted like this? If not, then why do these men continue to do it?

The scientist just wants answers.

Danse:

The soldier would physically recoil at the sight of the photograph, eyebrows raised high as he took in the image, before jerking his head and eyes away from Sole and the picture altogether.

"That-- that is highly inappropriate and an overwhelmingly vile display." He would say once he recovered from his initial shock, still refusing to look back towards Sole, "I suggest you dispose of that filth immediately. Why anyone would reveal themselves in such an unceremonious fashion is beyond me. You would do well to forget such graphic imagery. I know that I will certainly try."

He wouldn't even entertain the idea that Sole would go through with meeting the man behind the picture, but in the off chance that they decided to tell him they wanted to, Danse would spend the remainder of the day convincing them otherwise. He would almost be tempted to go to the location himself in order to lecture the man for his crude and inexcusable behavior, and blatant disrespect to his companion, but in the end, he decides that the man is not worth his time.

Deacon:

Ginger eyebrows would raise slightly over the frames of the glasses for the briefest of moments before he recovered his cool demeanor.

"Ah shoot, did the postman just put it right back into the mail slot? Didn't mean for you to see that, my bad. Here, I'll just deliver it myself."

The sarcasm was evident in his voice as he strode forward and plucked the photo from Sole's hand, examining it for just a moment, and grimacing a bit at the sight.

"Man, Dr. Rich Cockwood does not photograph well. I swear, it's bigger in person." He'd wink at them before glancing down at the picture again, scrutinizing blue eyes pausing to peruse the words on the back as he folded the paper up to put into his pocket. He'd quickly change the subject, trying to keep Sole's mind off the whole thing as he devised a way to sneak out that night and get some intel on the asshole who decided it was a wise idea to put Sole in this position.

Hancock:

*Squints*

"Oh shit. Looks like you've got an admirer there, Sole. " In his sleepy state, it took Hancock a minute to figure out what he was even looking at. Upon realizing that it was, in fact, what he thought it had been, he takes the picture from Sole's grasp and flips it around to glance at the back.

"Look at that, you've even got a date tonight. Must be somewhere romantic, I can tell this guy's old school." He nodded, flipping the photo over to glance once again at the offensive imagery on the front. "Yeah, real traditional, I'd say. Hmm... Mind if I tag along? Could be fun." There was a certain sort of glint in the ghoul's eye that made Sole's spine tingle.

Perhaps neither of us should go... Sole thought, noticing how Hancock's other hand toyed absentmindedly with his combat knife as he furrowed his brows at the photo one last time, before shoving the paper into the pocket of his coat. There was a certain sort of intent behind his actions that made Sole re-think even showing him the image in the first place. Hancock had killed people over less; that, Sole knew for sure.

MacCready:

"Ahh! What the heck are you doing?! I don't need to see that!" He'd squeeze his eyes shut just as soon as he was able to make out the photo, shoving his hands in front of him as though they would be able to push the image out of his mind.

"It's too early for this, what the heck is that guy's problem?" MacCready shuddered as he pulled his hands slowly from where they covered his eyes, glancing quickly at Sole before lowering them down completely, a relieved expression on his face as realized the picture was no longer in his line of sight. Noting his dramatic reaction, Sole considered toying with the mercenary a bit. They asked him what was wrong with the image, stating that perhaps they would pay this man a visit tonight. It had been so long since they had been out on a date, might as well go for it, right?

MacCready's eyes would simultaneously furrow, and widen at their words as he stuttered, finally finding his voice after a moment of shocked, choked silence.

"What?!" He exclaimed, "You're not seriously thinking of going, are you? That guy seems like such an ass-- Well, he just-- I mean..." He took a breath, and Sole had to bite their lip to hold back their grin. "Look, not that it's really any of my business or anything, but... don't you think you could do better than that guy? Like... a lot better?"

Sole couldn't hold back their grin any longer, but MacCready wouldn't meet their gaze. Instead he looked down at the floor, rubbing at the back of his neck with one hand, a nearly unnoticeable blush spreading over his cheeks.

"That guy just seems like a real jerk, and you? Well... Yeah, you deserve better than that, I think." He finished rather awkwardly, finally looking up to meet Sole's gaze before returning their coy smile.

Nick:

The synth would a have a brief moment of raised eyebrows as he took in the details of the photograph, and then the inevitable scowl of disappointment would spread across his face.

"You know, you'd think this guy would understand that no one in their right mind wants to see that particular... angle. You don't think that's his good side, do ya?" Sole would smile a bit at that, and as the synth turned to walk away from the offensive image, they told him about the writing on the back.

"Hey now, wait a minute. You're not thinking of paying this guy a visit, are ya? If so, that's a pretty poor decision on your part, I think."

Sole would shake their head, telling Nick not to worry as he fixed his inquiring yellow gaze on them. He nodded in response, seeming satisfied by their answer. In the next moment, a thought seemed to claim his attention.

"Hmm... I think I might just know the perp, actually. Ellie's got a few reports back at the office mentioning some similar events. Guess it's possibly one of the guards on night duty who goes around with these to see if he gets any takers."

Sole almost spoke up, but as they opened their mouth, Nick's words seemed to take their idea straight from their head. "On second thought..." He said, "You got any plans for this evening?"

Piper:

"Ahh! Blue! Why would you show me that!?" She'd physically cover her eyes with her hands, taking a few steps back and away from the picture for good measure.

"Look, I don't care what you do with it," she'd tell them, "just don't let me see it again!"

Sole would thankfully oblige, but before disposing of the image, they showed Piper the writing on the back. At the sight of the man's suggestion, Piper snatched the photo from Sole's hand, glaring at it furiously.

"Ohhhh no he doesn't. If he's sent crap like this to anybody else, I'm going to make sure no one falls for this."

And Piper kept her word, as the next morning's addition of Publik Occurrences contained a small piece written on exactly this subject, titled: To the Asshole who sent the Sad Little Picture to a Disgusted Citizen; No One Wants to See That! Sincerely, Everyone who has.

Preston:

"O-- oh! Um, that's-- okay. That's just wrong. Do you want me to get rid of it for you?"

Preston's face would wrinkle up in his clear distaste before bringing a a hand up to shield his eyes. When Sole had lowered the picture, he removed his hand, and looked them in the eye, refusing to pay the photo any more attention, but extending his hand out to take it from them so he could dispose of it properly.

"Are you... okay? I can't believe how rude some people are. Who would want to see that?" He'd flash a sympathetic smile at them, as he folded up the photo and prepared to throw it away. He didn't read the back himself, but if they told him about the words that were written there, he wouldn't even entertain the idea of Sole going, just shaking his head in disappointment at the man's poor and rude way of trying in vain to woo his General.

"Some people... The nerve. If you don't mind me saying, General, you deserve much better than that anyway."

X6-88:

His eyes would be locked to Sole's, but as they presented the photo to him, his gaze would fall to the image, and an ever so slight furrowing of his brows would take place above his silver eyes. A brief moment would pass, and X6's gaze would be back on his companion's face.

"Ma'am/ sir, why did you feel the need to show me this?" He's also quite confused, this was not a common occurrence in the Institute, and once Sole gave him an explanation, his expression would remain blank. For the most part, anyway. A small huff of laughter would escape him, prompting Sole to be the one giving him the questioning look now.

"If this filthy wastelander believes he can disrespect the future director of the Institute without facing consequences, he is sorely mistaken." He said, his gaze unbroken as he made Sole this promise, "Don't worry, I will take care of this filth at the specified meeting time and location. You will not hear from him again."

He doesn't necessarily intend to kill the man for his unseemly behavior; X6 is a courser after all, and he knew this man would be scared shitless if X6 were to so much as look at him the wrong way, but should the man make any... poor decisions in response to the courser's confrontation, well... certainly X6 can't be held responsible for the behavior, or the fate, of a mere stranger now, could he? Especially after his heinous actions.

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returnn-of-the-mac · 4 years

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i hate to flood your already overfull inbox but i woke up in a cold sweat after having a vivid dream about this: how would the companions react to Sole loudly announcing that they are going raid post-apocalypse Area 51... and then actually doing it

This one was fun to write! It’s broken up into 3 sections: Sole mentioning the idea of finding an alien, Sole dragging the companion to the location, and then Sole and the companion finding the alien. Please enjoy! I will add a read more when I get home!

FO4 Companions React: Sole Raiding Area 51 & Finding an Alien

Sole and their companion had been spending the morning relaxing in Sanctuary when Sole had an idea. They wanted to take a trip to a nearby location— dubbed “The Area 51 of the Commonwealth— to see if they could find an alien.

Preston: I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. That area is heavily guarded. They don’t take trespassing lightly.

Ada: The probability of finding an alien are slim to none, [sir/ma’am].

MacCready: You really think there could be aliens in there? ...Well, alright. But you’re footing the bill for our losses.

Curie: I’m not zo zure about the existence of extraterrestrial beings, [Madame/Monsieur]. Zat ees all nonsense. Do not put yourself een danger.

Strong: Fine, Strong go. But only if can smash aliens.

Longfellow: There’s never a dull moment with you, kid.

X6-88: That’s a terrible idea, [sir/ma’am]. I sincerely hope you are joking.

Codsworth: Uhm...I’m not to sure about this [sir/mum]...

Cait: Ah, shut up! [playful shove] Yer fulla shit.

Gage: Sounds like a suicide mission, but alright boss.

Nick: Breaking into a military base? Not my idea of a fun-filled day trip.

Deacon: Dude—yes!! I’m coming with ya! I’ve always wanted to see an alien!

Piper: [thinking] That idea is reckless and stupid, but it would make for a good story...[sighs] Fine, count me in.

Danse: You’re going to infiltrate an armed military base for the sole purpose of potentially meeting an extraterrestrial creature? Don’t make me laugh.

Hancock: Yeah? [sarcastically] Well then I’m gonna go in there and clap some alien cheek.

A few hours later, Sole and their companion found themselves standing in front of the abandoned military base. They quickly noticed that it was swarming with Gunners.

Preston: We...we made it! Now to find some alie— shit. [hides behind crate and draws weapon] Gunners.

Ada: If an alien were to be residing here, I am sure the Gunners would have captured it by now.

MacCready: [aggressively whispering] You didn’t tell me you were planning on breaking into here! This is a Gunner hub you d—ing dong [Draws sniper] Too late to turn back now. There’d better be an alien here, bud.

Curie: Oh non, zees place ees swarming weeth Gunners. Shall we use a Stealth Boy, [Madame/Monsieur]?

Strong: [Charges through defenses; goes berserk] STRONG LOOKING FOR ALIEN. SMASH GUNNERS INTO DUST.

Longfellow: Tough crowd [takes swing of whiskey] We can take em [smashes bottle on Gunner’s head]

X6-88: Foolish. Brazen. [vaporizes assaultron] How the hell did I get sucked into this?

Codsworth: [bumps a Mr. Gutsy] Take that, you piece of scrap!

Cait: You’re such an arse! [sucker punches a Gunner] There better be aliens or yer facin my wrath next, darlin!

Gage: I know this ain’t the right time to say this but— [dodges assaultron] — I toldja so, boss.

Nick: Well, this isn’t how I expected to spend my Sunday afternoon.

Deacon: [dresses up as Gunner] LAST MISTAKE! END OF THE LINE! KILL EM ALL! KEEP FIRING! I WANT THIS ONE’S HEAD!

Piper: This is gonna make one hell of a headline.

Danse: [shooting turrets] Soldier, this is the most [dodges assaultron laser] stupid and reckless decision you’ve ever made. [decks gunner] I am extremely disappointed.

Hancock: I ain’t about to let them beat me to it [twirls knife] I’m here to claim my turf [slashes Gunner].

When Sole had managed to take out the last Gunner, they looked around for their companion. [Companion] was nowhere to be found.

An anxious Sole checked up and down the halls, in every room, and around every corner. When they had finally reached the end of a narrow, dimly lit hallway, they found their companion staring into a room. When Sole followed [companion]’s gaze, they immediately saw what they were fixated on: a live alien.

Preston: I’m sorry for doubting you General. Maybe you could recruit him to one of the settlements. This creature deserves a proper home.

Ada: Interesting.

MacCready: Holy shucks! They do exist!

Curie: Incredible! Eet zeems extraterrestrials do exist! I must take zome DNA zamples vrom zis zpecimen vor my rezearch, [Madame/Monsieur]!

Strong: [smashes alien with sledge] Puny alien! No match for Strong!

Longfellow: You drink spirits? [alien nods] We’re gonna get along just fine.

X6-88: The BioScience division could use this extraterrestrial creature as a research subject. We must take it back to the Institute dead or alive.

Codsworth: Well then! I suppose aliens are real.

Cait: Oooh yer an ugly fucker, ain’t ye?

Gage: Well I’ll be damned. They do exist.

Nick: Just when I thought I’d seen everything.

Deacon: Wow! It’s even more bug-eyed up close! I wonder if it’s squishy?

Piper: Woah, I’ve never seen anything like it! [snaps picture] Excellent! This is going to be a killer story.

Danse: Take this one alive, soldier. The Brotherhood could use his knowledge of intergalactic jet propulsion systems.

Hancock: [in the middle of an alien orgy] Yo, [name]! This cheek is out of this world!

#fallout #fo4 #fallout 4 #react #ada #cait #piper #nick #nick valentine #maccready #deacon #hancock #longfellow #gage #porter gage #x6 #x6 88 #codsworth #strong #preston garvey

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crackinglamb · 4 years

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Ink, characterization, and parchment for the writer asks?

Ink: what do you do to “set the mood” when writing?

We’ll leave aside the fact that most of the time, the mood sets me...

Actually...I can’t do that. I don’t really have any set ‘thing’ that I do to get into the mood for writing. The mood hits me, often and regularly, and I’ll type out whatever idea is clamoring for attention before I forget it. Sometimes that turns into a session that lasts for hours and ends up with music, snacks and pushing the cat off my lap so I can reach the keyboard. And sometimes it’s only a few lines before the inspiration just goes pbbfft.

Characterization: describe your favorite character(s) you’ve written.

Oh, I’ve written so many. Okay, a short list.

Hancock (FO4). I loved getting in his head for Junkyard Dogs. Ghoul husband is a rather complicated person, with interesting motivations behind his devil may care attitude and seemingly blase outlook on life. Plus, he was the first character I took and made fic from. He will always, always hold a special place in my heart. He’s canonically one of the most intelligent people in the entire franchise. With a high charisma to boot. I took this and made him able to read people with a high degree of accuracy. He could just about see what you were thinking based on your actions. He was astounded that this half mythical, half crazy woman who’d slept for 200 years in a cryochamber was in any way interested in him as either a person or a lover. It was humbling and terrifying for him, and he knew he’d be the worst kind of fool to ever do anything to fuck it up. They are the definition of ride or die, those two.

Nihlus Kryik (ME). Headcannon playground for SKoR. We have so little information on Nihlus before he gets killed in-game. So I took what I could find and let the rest sort of unfold from there. He came out of my head snarky, raunchy and with a lust for life that had no room for hesitation in it. He’s bold after years of being a Spectre. He sees what he wants and he goes for it. The depth of his love for Henna Shepard surprises him. I mean, she’s a human. He’s supposed to think those are unprepared to stand on the galactic stage. But he admires their resiliency, their quick minds and ability to think outside the box, even when it doesn’t make much sense in the moment. All of that combines into a passion for Henna that will literally walk through the fires of hell.

Jack|Subject Zero (ME). OMG, Jack. Held together with spite and biotics. I have such a weak spot for the broken ones learning they are loved. I never intended to write her (or Thane for that matter). Accidental Synchronicity was indeed a total accident. A one off line that became a headcannon that became an entire fic. Underneath all that bluster and wrath is a woman who survived, who succeeded on her own terms. Who discovered it was okay to let the soft inside be seen through the sharp, jagged outside even though it ultimately broke her heart. She survived that too.

Carly Lavellan (DA:I). Of course Carly makes this list. In many ways, Carly is me. She’s analytical, has too much time on her hands previous to the story to understand Solas, all his secrets, all his motivations, all his survivor’s guilt and regret. She’s rebuilt herself from the ground up, too. She’s infinitely compassionate. But she’s not a doormat. You cross her, there will be consequences. She’s confident (most of the time) and if she doesn’t know what she’s doing, she’ll bullshit her way through. I know I’ve said it before, but Twist is basically a story of what I would do in that situation, and Carly represents how I would do it.

Parchment: how often do you or your personal life influence your writing?

Hah! See above.

No, in all seriousness, my personal life is the biggest influence on my writing. My dad introduced me to reading sci-fi and fantasy when I was a kid. He’s not a fan of fantasy so much, though. He hates the trope of magic without consequence. Hand wavey nonsense. He thinks it’s weak story telling and used as a weak plot device, and he’s right. So as a writer, I keep that in mind. How does such and such happen? What effect does it have? Why? I insert some realism in my fantasy, every time. I usually end up overthinking it, too. But the goal as a writer has always been to write a fantasy my father will read and enjoy.

On another, lighter, TMI note...90% of the smut I’ve written is based on actual experience. No, I have no shame. I’m of the mind that if you can’t talk about it, you shouldn’t be doing it. And real life experience makes creating it fictionally that much more believable. Allow me a single soapbox moment: purity culture can fuck all the way off. Okay, done.

Thanks for the ask. As always you get me to dig deep, and I love it.

#ask #writer asks #whoops...sorry it got long

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lhs3020b · 5 years

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A Lack of Progress in Fo4

So I’ve been trying to proceed with the plot of Fo4, and I’m being reminded of all the reasons that I made no progress...

Basically, it looks like there isn’t a good ending to be found.

Also, there doesn’t seem to be any clear way to avoid particular “bad” ones. To judge from what’s going on, I seem to have found my way onto the Institute plank(!), which absolutely was not the plan. I’ve been trying to help the synths who want to escape from the Institute ... except they show no sign of, you know, actually escaping. Whatever condition it is that triggers the quest-ending, hasn’t arrived. It’s still sat at “Continue working with Father”, and the next Institute mission is Mass Fusion.

(Granted it feels a bit victim-blamey but aaaargh! these fucking synths seem rather apathetic! Can’t help but think they’d already be free by now if they’d had the sense to a) lob a grenade or two into Synth Retention and b) sabotage this wonky power-plant to force a brown-out and thus an evacuation of the Institute. Or better yet, reprogram the relay to teleport all the Institute’s annoying directors straight into the middle of the Cambridge Crater or something...)

To judge from what pops up when you enter the relay, the MF mission is a point-of-no-return. Except the difficulty there is that I can’t see any obvious way to avoid said point of no return. I can’t think of anything that could have been done differently earlier in the game.

I guess maybe this sort of writing explains, a bit, what happened with Fo76. If you haven’t played Fo76, briefly, you’re forced to side with Rose, the Raider-reprogrammed Miss Nanny. She’s completely evil - the game tries to play it for laughs, but the laughs aren’t really funny. And once you find out about the Christmas Day flood and what the Raiders did at the Charleston Dam ... nope, not funny *at all*. Seriosuly, it’s a full-on funny-aneurysm moment. And there’s no way to avoid it if you want to complete the plot. You can try to take a third (second?) option by walking straight to Abby’s bunker out in the Mire, but what happens is that after a while, her recordings just route you straight back to Rose. And Rose won’t let you into Top Of The World until you complete her idiotic quests, which puts you back to Square One.

It’s also really annoying because there should be an alternative. She’s a robot - Robotics Perk, rewiring, anyone? Or just put a jet pack on your T-60, climb out the window and jump up to the tower above Top Of The World, put the Scorched detector in place and dare her to do anything about it? (I mean, it’s not like she could get up there on that silly Mr Handy propulsion-jet thing.)

So I guess what’s “interesting” about Fo4′s narrative flaws is that they add context to Fo76′s problems. The “writing by committee” thing clearly wasn’t as advanced in 4, but the problems were clearly there beforehand.

#Fallout 4 #LHS witters

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tupe-lo · 5 years

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nothing super important, but I just need to write down somewhere about my experience with a few skyrim mods and my thoughts so :’) putting it under a cut for those that aren’t interested in the game or whatever

there is a lot of controversy and bad feels/vibes about a follower and romance mod called skyrim romance, tbh I was initially downloading it as a joke because of the videos and memes people had made but like,,, playing fo4 and having the romance option for followers had me craving something similar in design for skyrim, which was my first ever video game and has a lot of good memories for me, and I thought hey, don’t knock it until you try it, so I spent the better part of two evenings after work a few weeks ago downloading it + all the other mods it required and teaching myself how to mod the game to make them work

now, I really, really love playing skyrim and fo4 for their rp ability, making a character with a backstory and fleshing them out as I go, so before I even dabbled in-game attempting to meet the follower--Bishop--I made sure to give my character a good bit of skills and go ahead and work through some quests, ngl I have like,,, 8 pages of written-out backstory for her and family develpment, and I even drew her yesterday and was so excited to really sink into the game this weekend and try to start the initial quests with this follower and get going

the first thing that felt off to me was that Bishop is constantly saying he doesn’t trust the player character, how all that’s important is a warm drink and a fire and his wolf, which you’re helping him track down in his initial quest, and it’s like,,, okay, I don’t think you should go accepting help from someone if you don’t trust them, and constantly remind them of such, I know further down the road with his story he learns to trust you but tbh it feels very off, and it’s really only cause he wants to get into the player character’s pants so to speak

I had read up a bit on the requirements and locations to get certain cutscenes and dialogue to trigger, and was sparsely going to initiate them along the main questline of the game, and so we had done a bit of backstory sharing and now my lady was on the way up to see the greybeards, learn a bit more about being dragonborn, and I hear faintly as Bishop and his wolf are climbing behind me---

‘why don’t the greybeards just die? next time you see one of them, tell them to jump off this mountain and end it already”

like, okay, hard stop.

place yourself in the boots of your character: you’re a normal person one day, sent on an errand of exploring a tomb and reading some strange words off a wall, you’re downing a dragon in hours/days and then suddenly people are treating you like a god, something to be feared and worshipped... tell me that wouldn’t fuck with your head. and now you’re climbing 7000 steps to try and meet the people who can help you, explain this to you because you’re afraid and nervous and have no clue what’s happening, and some big-shot archer you happened to help and have as a follower says the above

I immediately saved and exited the game and just shook my head, the amount of Edge (TM) that this follower has is absolutely unbearable and it doesn’t mesh with lore, doesn’t attribute anything helpful to the player character and I’m like okay so the natural course of this mod has you ending up with marrying this soggy piece of toast???? yeah no I’m out

long story short, I still have the mod saved and able to go back to it in the future if I want a bit of tasty Edge thrown in, but I’ve switched over to another follower mod called Kaidan and I am absolutely in love, cause guess what? he doesn’t berate the player character and his story actually unfolds as the story progresses; so far he’s been cooler in temperament and harder to get to share information, but he’s loyal af and seems to be warming up even after a small portion of the main quests have been done, and I’m excited to see where it progresses <3

I have some hope for the studio behind skyrim romance’s mod, they have another few in development that seem to be a bit gentler and with a less edgy follower design, but for the moment I’m content actually actively exploring the world of the game and roleplaying with my character without the stress of having someone at my lady’s back that doesn’t trust her, doesn’t care what happens to her and just seems like an immature boy in a man’s body lmao

#skyrim ranting #personal tag #you thought this was an art blog lads #I'm so sad I had high hopes for the mod but nope #all of the rumors are true and the jokes are justified it's absolutely awful

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returnn-of-the-mac · 5 years

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Thank you so much for the CFS reaction! I got one last ask before I quit bugging you (I'm greedy, I know). How bout companions in an Art vs Art situation, but it's synth, and human Sol? How would they identify the real Sole, and what do thet do with the synth? Thanks for all this, it means a lot to me! xx

You’re not bugging me in the slightest; I love writing reactions! I always get excited when i get a new request—the more, the merrier! Please enjoy!😊

oh yeah side note: i usually like to make “silent soles” so you can lut yourself in their shoes, but i kinda had to give Sole dialogue in this one.

FO4 Companions React: Real Sole vs Synth Sole

Sole and their companion were leaving Walden Pond when they noticed a person nearby. A person who looked identical to Sole. The pair approached the individual, and the two Soles began bickering about who the “real [name]” was:

Hancock

“I’m too sober to deal with this right now,” Hancock stated, “I’m just gonna hit some Daddy-O real quick

“Take your time,” Sole 1 stated.

“Don’t you dare, Hancock,” Sole 2 warned, “You know how you get with that Daddy-O shit.”

Hancock immediately took out his knife and stabbed Sole 1. He approached Sole 2, the real Sole.

“Can’t have two of you running around. I can barely manage one,” Hancock teased. “Imagine all the trouble two of you would cause…I’m glad you don’t have a twin!”

Piper:

“Oh jeez. Why do these kinda things always have to happen to us?” Piper complained. She thought for a moment and then had an idea. “Hey! The real [name] would know the special nickname I gave them. What is it?”

Sole 1 blinked. “Uh…buddy?”

Sole 2 smirked, “Blue. Because I lived in Vault 111.”

Piper beamed. “Ding ding! We have winner,” she exclaimed. She looked at synth Sole.

“So you’re the synth, huh? You got nowhere to go?” Piper thought for a moment. “I would let you crash at my place in Diamond City, but if word gets out that you’re a synth…I don’t even want to think about it.”

Sole 1 frowned.

“How about you come with us for now, okay? We’ll get you situated.” Piper promised.

Gage:

“Oh damn. Oh shit. I‘m no good at these find the difference games,” Gage panicked. He then had an idea. He quickly adjusted his fingers and threw his hands in the air.

“What’s going on?” Sole 1 asked.

Sole 2 did another hand motion and Gage smiled. He looked at the fake Sole.

“Gang signs, ya poser.” Gage explained just before gunning down Sole 1.

Gage then shifted his attention to Sole 2, “And ya said these signs were stupid. I sure showed ya, didn’t I?

Danse:

Danse looked back and forth between the two Soles. “I’ll return momentarily,” the Paladin began, “I’m going to find Cutler

and get his opinion. He has a good eye for these kinds of situations.”

“Should I wait here, or do you want me to come with you?” Sole 1 inquired.

“Isn’t Cutler…” Sole 2 hesitated, mindful of their companion’s PTSD, “…not…not alive right now?”

Danse whipped out his laser rifle and vaporized Sole 1. The real Sole smiled and approached the Paladin.

“I knew you would catch on, soldier.” Danse commented, “You’re much sharper than that synthetic vermin.”

Preston:

“This is tough…you both look the same,” Preston hesitated, “But I need to pick the right one. Marshal, can you help me out?”

“No problem Preston,” Sole 1 began, “I have been there for you and the Minutemen through thick and thin. Always fighting for the people. It would be a shame if you lost all of that by shooting me instead of that imposter over there.”

“Marshal?” Sole 2 asked, “Did I get a promotion?”

Preston immediately stared at Sole 1. “You’re the imposter,” Preston said, “Now what?”

He thought for a moment and then nodded. “Would you like to join the Minutemen?” He asked the synth. Sole 1 nodded. “Excellent. You can follow us back to Sanctuary Hills and we’ll get you acquainted with everyone over there.”

Nick:

“Alright, synth. Let’s see how sly you really are,” Nick challenged, “Give this old detective a run for his money.”

Nick approached the two Soles and scanned them. After about two minutes of careful examination, the detective walked up to the synth Sole.

“You’re the synth,” He stated plainly, “You have one of two options: live an honest life and don’t cause trouble for the sake of my friend here, or die right here, right now.”

Sole 1 shuttered, “The first option. I won’t cause any problems—I promise!”

Nick solemnly nodded, “Then you’re free to go.”

The panicked synth swiftly ran off into the distance.

Sole stared at Nick in disbelief and the detective chuckled.

“The Institute sure is good at making carbon copies of people‘s physical appearance. Fortunately, they haven’t quite nailed replicating idiosyncrasies yet,” Nick smirked, “I know you never take that wedding ring off. Your clone over there didn’t get the memo, apparently.”

Cait:

“God dammit, these synths are sneaky little rats, aren’t they?” Cait studied the two Soles and scratched her head, “I can’t deal with this shite right now. I’m goin to take a hit of psycho.”

“Wait, Cait! Hold on,” Sole 1 pleaded. “This doesn’t have to be hard. I swear, I’m the real [name]!”

“Why?” Sole cried in frustration, “We just busted our asses getting you cleaned up in Vault 95 and you’re just going to throw it all away?”

Cait took put her shot gun and shot Sole 2. She approached the real Sole, who now looked distraught. She looked at them sympathetically.

“I would never, darlin. It was just a test. And you passed,” she reassured, “I’m sorry for hurtin ye like that.”

MacCready

“Two [names], huh? This is gonna be fun,” MacCready smirked and held out his hand, “My most prized possession. Give it to me.”

Sole 1 scratched their head as Sole 2 promptly placed a toy soldier in MacCready’s hand.

“Thank you, friend,” MacCready beamed, looking at Sole 2. He then whipped out his gun, “And goodnight imposter,” he stated, sniping Sole 1 in the forehead.

He walked over to the real Sole and smiled, “I hope you didn’t think I wouldn’t be able to tell the two of you apart. I could’ve figured it out even without the soldier.”

X6-88:

X6 looked at Sole 1, then at Sole 2.

“Alpha-9-3-Beta.”

Sole 1 immediately collapsed, and Sole whipped their head to look at their companion.

X6 approached them. “I’m a professional Courser, [sir/ma’am]. You don’t have to worry about rouge synths fooling me.”

Deacon:

“Two’s a crowd!” Deacon exclaimed, “Guess it’s time for comedy hour!” He dramatically cleared his throat: “Two Brotherhood of Steel soldiers are sitting in a tank,” he began.

Sole 1 looked interested in the joke, while Sole 2 rolled their eyes.

“One soldier tells the other: BLUB BLUB GLUB BLUB GLUB. The other soldier drowns.”

Sole 1 immediately started laughing while Sole 2 shots daggers at Deacon.

Deacon knew instantly who was whom. He pulled out his gun and aimed at Sole 1, “Sayonara!” He shouted.

Sole 1 braced for impact, but nothing happened. They looked at Deacon.

“I’m just messin with ya,” he began, “As long as you promise not to go screwing up my pal’s reputation, I don’t have any reason to kill you. In fact, you could probably be a valuable member of the Railroad if you wanted to join our cause.”

Sole 1 nodded and Deacon grinned.

“Great! Why don’t you start heading down to the Old North Church then. There should be a secret door and the password is Railroad. Let them know Deacon sent ya.”

As soon as Sole 1 left, Deacon looked at the real Sole with a goofy smiled plastered across his face. “Now back to what we were talkin about before…I know you’re a huge fan of my jokes. Wanna hear another one?”

Strong:

“Why two human?” Strong asked, scratching his head. “Was only one this morning.”

“That’s because they're a faker.” Sole 1 said, pointing an accusing finger at Sole 2.

“Shut up. No you’re not. I am!” Sole 1 retorted.

“Human fight with clone. Yes. Interesting.” Strong commented, “But Strong want to smash clone.”

The Sole’s were silent for a moment before Strong spoke again.

“Human know this. Who Strong’s favorite au-thor?”

“You don’t read…do you?” Sole 1 asked.

“William Shakespeare.” Sole 2 answered confidently.

“That real human,” Strong said, pointing at Sole 2. “Goodnight, clone,” Strong stated as he bashed the synth with his super sledge.

Curie:

“Oh my…” Curie mused, looking back and forth between the two Soles, “I…I don’t know who’s who!”

“I’m the real [name]!” Sole 1 pressed, “How can you not tell the two of us apart? We’re best friends”

“[He/She]’s lying!” Sole 2 swore, “I’m the real one!”

Curie frantically looked back and forth between the two Soles when she suddenly had an idea.

“Both of you turn around and lift up your shirt.”

The two Sole’s obeyed and Curie examined their backs. Sole 1’s back was smooth, but covered with a few cuts and bruises. Sole 2’s back was also slightly bruised and cut, but unlike Sole 1, they had a large, stitched up laceration that ran from one rib to the other. It was an injury they had received upon fighting a Mirelurk King with Curie.

She approached Sole 2. “You, you’re the real [name]! I’m so glad I was able to tell.” She then looked at Sole 1. “It must be fun looking like one of the most fascinating people in the Commonwealth.” Curie remarked. “But we can’t have you running around and pretending to be [name]. I’m so sorry…”

“Wait,” Sole 1 pled, “I won’t cause any problems. You have my word.”

Curie smiled. “Well, I’m glad! If you promise you won’t do evil, you are free to go!”

Sole 1 thanked Curie and Sole for sparing them as they rushed away.

Longfellow:

“I am one confused sea cucumber right now,” Longfellow stated, scratching his head, “I’m too old for this shit. Dammit, [name], why would you do this to a senile old man?”

The two Sole’s stared at Longfellow.

“Only one way to find out who the real deal is,” Longfellow pulled a fiddle out from seemingly nowhere and began to sing:

“Oooooh-! What you’re gonna do with a drunken sailor?

What you’re gonna do with a drunken sailor?

What you’re gonna do with a drunken sailor…?”

Sole one raised an eyebrow while Sole 2 beamed.

“Early in the morning!” The latter finished.

Longfellow smiled and shot the synth Sole to the ground. He then approached his real companion.

“I know that’s your favorite sea shanty, [lad/lassy]!” He exclaimed, “My pleasure to have rid the world of your evil clone.”

Ada:

“The two of you look identical. It’s going to be hard to tell who the imposter is, but I have an idea.” Ada declared. She suddenly lit up and projected an image onto the ground. It appeared to be an empty checkbox with the words I am not a robot written next to it.

“This high-tech projection is touch-sensitive,” Ada explained, “So who is going to try to check the box first?”

Sole 1 stepped forward. They tapped the box with their foot and nothing happened. They then tried again with their hand. They then stomped on it, and jumped on it. The box would not check.

“This stupid thing isn’t a touch screen!” Sole 1 complained, “Don’t lie!”

Just then Sole 2 stepped up. They lightly tapped the box and a check appeared.

“That answers our question, then.” Ada declared. “It looks like she is the real human being. I am sorry.”

Sole 1 slumped a bit, “Now what?”

Ada thought for a moment. “Well, I think I know someone who could use some company. Her name is Isabel Cruz. She should be located at the Robotics Technology Facility in East Boston.”

“Thank you,” Sole 1 stated, as they turned and ran away.

Codsworth

“Oh bother…” Codsworth mumbled, looking back and forth between the two Soles, “you both look completely identical.”

“It’s me, I’m the real [name]!” Sole 1 shouted.

“No, I am!” Sole 2 hollered back.

The two continued to bicker until Codsworth spoke again, “Only the real [name] would know the answer to this question!”

The two Soles perked up.

“What name did the [hubby/wife] insist on giving me before you settled on Codsworth?”

Sole 2 immediately answered, rolling her eyes at the memory “Mr. BB-8 But Floating and British.”

“Correct!” Codsworth cheered. He then turned to Sole 1. “I’m not going to harm you, [sir/ma’am] so long as you do not cause any trouble in [name]’s body.

The synth hastily nodded and ran away.

Codsworth then floated over to the real Sole. “You know, I never really did have the chance to properly thank you for changing my…unique name,” he stayed, shuttering, “So thank you. I am very grateful.”

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How would all of the companions react to sole standing up for them when someone says a comment that is either anti-faction, anti-species, or just against that person specifically to their companion? Thank you! (And could do it where they either are almost highest level romance or relationship if not it’s fine)

I’m a sucker for writing the romanced companions; they’re so sweet❤️❤️❤️ (oh and yes. MacCready’s romanced/bff reactions are VERY similar because I feel like that’s just...what he’d say regardless). Anywhoodle, here ya go! It was a pleasure to write! Please enjoy!😊

FO4 Companions React: Sole Defending Them Against Hurtful/Offensive Comments

Sole and their companion had been poking around Vault 81 when a group of unwelcoming residents began hectoring them. After spewing a stream of offensive remarks at their companion, Sole snapped. They ardently defended their friend, and the hateful Vault Dwellers retreated to their quarters. After the ordeal, Sole’s companion confronted them:

Strong: “Thank you human,” Strong stated, genuinely grateful, “No one ever defend Strong or brothers. Very kind. Like Shake-Spear. Means a lot to Strong.”

Piper (bff) : “Hey, thanks for sticking up for me back there, Blue,” Piper whispered, “It’s not easy being a reporter...we kinda have a bad rep. I’m so grateful you’ve been willing to look past that since day one. You truly are my best friend.”

Piper (romanced): “Thanks for standing up to them, Blue,” Piper smirked, giving her lover a peck on the cheek, “That’s why I love ya.”

Hancock (bff): “Thanks for putting them in their place,” Hancock scoffed, “These people are so damn entitled and up their own asses...it’s good to know that there’s someone out there with the balls to shut them down.”

Hancock (romanced): “You’re cute when you’re angry, doll,” Hancock purred, winking, “Maybe I should egg them on some more. Whattya think?”

X6-88: “Thank you, [sir/ma’am],” X6 stated, “I could have done it myself, but it’s reassuring to know that you are bold enough to stand up against these haughty worms and defend the Institute.”

Danse (bff): “Thank you, soldier,” Danse praised, “I could have defended the Brotherhood myself, but I appreciate the gesture nonetheless. It’s an honor to travel with someone so steadfast.”

Danse (romanced): Danse put an arm around Sole’s shoulder and gave them a gentle squeeze, “Thanks, soldier. I would’ve defended the Brotherhood myself, but you beat me to it. You never cease to make me proud.”

Nick: “Thanks, pal,” the detective began, “Couldn’t even tell you what compels these people to act the way they do.”

Gage (bff): “Don’t sweat it, boss,” Gage reassured, “These hoity-toity clowns ain’t hurtin my feelins.”

Gage (romanced): “Damn, sexy,” Gage chucked, giving Sole a little pat on the butt, “You’re a feisty one, ain’t ya? But dontcha worry. These clowns ain’t hurtin my feelings.”

Deacon: “Yeah, you tell em,” Deacon laughed. He then cupped his hands and mockingly called back to the Vault Dwellers, “No one likes a bunch of snooty bullies!”

Preston (bff): “General...thanks for sticking up for me like that,” Preston gushed, “It comforts me knowing you have so much faith in the Minutemen and our cause.”

Preston (romanced): “Thank you, babe,” Preston began, leaning over and gave Sole a quick kiss, “You don’t know how much it means to me...having someone who actually has faith in the Minutemen. I love you.”

MacCready (bff): “I could’ve stuck up for myself,” MacCready muttered, embarrassed. “But...thanks. I appreciate it.”

MacCready (romanced): “I could’ve stuck up for myself,” MacCready began, embarrassed. “But...thanks. I appreciate it. I love you,” he smiled, wrapping an arm around his lover and giving them a playful shake.

Longfellow: “Sharks preying on easy target, that’s all they are,” Longfellow scoffed, “The elite are an interesting bunch.”

Cait (bff): “Never had anyone stick up for me before,” Cait beamed, “Thank ye kindly. I can deal with Raiders n shite but those privileged snobs...they can sometimes be a bit intimidatin.”

Cait (romanced): “Darlin...thank ye. It means a lot,” Cait said, giving her partner a rough peck, “This is why I love ye so damn much. Yer a saint.”

Curie (bff): “Defending me was very kind, [Madame/Monsieur]. Thank you,” Curie beamed. She paused for a moment, “But don’t fret. I do not think those Vault residents truly meant what they said. I think they were just joking.”

Curie (romanced): Curie clung onto her lover’s arm and gave them a warm kiss on the cheek, “Thank you, my love. But it is alright! I don’t think they actually meant those hurtful things.”

Codsworth: “Thank you, [sir/mum],” Codsworth beamed, “Who knew human beings could be so cruel?”

Ada: “Thank you for sticking up for me, [sir/ma’am],” Ada stated, “According to my ambiance reader, these civilians only saying hurtful things because they are constantly experiencing feelings of bitterness and insecurity.”

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