Sole Survivor: “You like Nick, huh? Do you want me to ask him to be your Valentine?” Y/N: “I’m so mad at myself for telling you about him. You just have to be an ass about it, don’t you?”
How about a group of raiders that helps people, instead of hurting them. Full on Robin Hood style. Like the leader found a Robin Hood book and was like “holy shit hell yeah doing it” and got raiders from a bunch of different groups to join and help around the Commonwealth but they look just as scary and bad ass as the rest of the raiders.
Ok, so I was sitting around thinking about Fallout (as a crazy person like me does), and I remembered in Trinity Church, MacCready says this:
So, not only does this show that MacCready is way more well-read than many think (because Pyramus and Thisbe is a relatively obscure Greek myth), it also raises some questions. How is he so well read? Most people learn to read when they’re young, so I’m going to go ahead and say he did most of his reading in Little Lamplight. (read more to see my lovely little theory >:3)
I’m so sad the Sole Survivor’s “Sarcastic” options aren’t like Purple Hawke’s Sarcastic options, tbh.
Can you imagine?
Someone asks them what it was like before the war, they get a flash of their family before the war– they pull a smirk. “Well, the grass was greener and the food tasted better, but Boston smells about the same.”
Walking along an overpass during ‘rush-hour’ and their companion comments they don’t like being up there? “You should have seen it when the cars moved. Amazingly, this is safer.”
Fighting off Mirelurks? “I never did like seafood…”
Fighting Deathclaws? “We talked about getting a pet lizard, once. I’m starting to think the deep-seated dislike of that idea was some sort of omen.”
imagine both male and female ss surviving. imagine the one holding shaun being too weak to put up a fight when he was taken, and was thus spared.
imagine them waking up and falling into each other and holding each other and promising each other they’ll find their son.
imagine them walking out of vault 111 hand in hand, facing the wasteland together and prepared to do whatever it takes.
imagine them coping differently to their destroyed home – imagine one trying to comfort the other and telling them to hold on. imagine one talking the other down when tensions rise and frustration and stress take over.
imagine them travelling together, with dogmeat, with codsworth, with whomever they pick up along the line. but imagine them always sticking together in the end because their love and their love for their son keeps them strong.
imagine them throwing disapproving looks at each other as one slips someone else’s belongings into their pocket or the other refuses a reward.
imagine them arguing. imagine one claiming that they’re wasting time, that shaun could be dead and they need to stop picking up the useless pieces along the way and find him. imagine the other countering that these people need their help, that they can’t walk away from the desperate, that they need allies if they’re going to find shaun and survive conflict with his kidnappers.
imagine them handling people differently. imagine one smooth talking their way through everyone and the other threatening them, or worse.
imagine one begging mama murphy to quit, while the other slips her chems in the middle of the night in a desperate attempt to get something. anything that could help them find their son. imagine them sharing a look when she dies, and one of them pleas ‘ sorry ‘ while the other asks ‘ how could you ‘.
imagine them watching each other fall in love with other people, other companions. imagine them never knowing they’re falling in love, but the other can tell because they used to look at them that way. imagine the accusations when one is vulnerable or one has had too much to drink. imagine the companion of their love’s affections being confronted, angrily. or avoided, because they’re scared.
imagine them desperately trying to cling to each other some nights, and never being able to be far enough away from each other on other.
imagine them siding with different factions. imagine them caught in a screaming match for hours over what’s right and what’s wrong, who’s a person and what’s just a machine. who’s loyal to their son, and who’s forgotten why they went through everything they did.
imagine them turning away from each other. imagine them confessing they can’t do this anymore.
imagine one asking the other if they even loved them anymore.
imagine them walking away without answering.
imagine the siege on one of the factions. imagine one of them taking out the last hostile of the area and wiping blood from their brow, pushing forward.
imagine them stopping when they catch the glint of a familiar wedding ring on one of the corpses.
I was wandering around Red Rocket, doing some maintenance on all our power armor suits when Danse walked up to me and did his “I like when you’re this close” in that awkward trying-to-be sexy voice of his. (his power armor senses were probably going off and came over to stare at me while I modded them)
I turned back to sort of ‘aww’ at laugh at him at the same time
AND THEN X-FUCKING-6 WALKS UP, STARES STRAIGHT AT DANSE LIKE THIS AND GOES
“Need to get in some more target practice.”
X6: ‘stares at Danse’
Danse: ‘sweats and pretends not to notice X6′
I was laughing too hard to get the take screenshots with the subtitles on.
X6 is like an over-protective big brother. Either that or he’s really pissed about Danse’s coat.
