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honestly i dont even play an active role in my life shit just happens and im like oh is this what we’re doing now ok

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//cole would punch himself if you dared him to

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tcxastough‌

【🔧】— “Back panel n’ some ‘a th’ circuitry’s dented. It c’in git straightened out without too much effert though.” The woman was half-way done with a cigarette by the time Cole came back. Sticking it between her teeth, she took the collected pieces and set them on the ground as she began fixing the turret.

        Using a small hammer and the blowtorch, she heated the metal of the back panel up after taking it off, then hammered it out straight once it was good and heated and soft. Once that was done, she did the same to some of the cicuitry, but  used the fiber optics to lace the tiny pieces of the indents in the board to protect them from the heat, before very gingerly straightening it out. She then used the rest of the cable to replace the old one inside the turret. Once that was done, she placed the circuitry back in and closed the panel, then used the screws to screw it shut.

       “Alright, it ain’t perfect but… well, what is nowadays?” She asked, picking up the radchicken that kept trying to get in the way and standing up, petting it’s soft, unfeathered flesh. 

      The turret seemed to whirl back to life with a sputter, and continued it’s scanning the area of hostiles to shoot.

      “It’s range won’t be as far as it used to but it’s better than havin’ t’ toss it out completely.”

It was great having someone around who knew how to repair things. Stuff. Important stuff. Cole had a bit of a vacant stare as he watched her repair the turret. Even when he had full attention directed at something, Cole would still have a close to blank look. Clouded. Even so, he watched intently as the other repaired the turret.

“I guess I should be leaving turret repair to you. None of it makes sense to me. As long as it still shoots, that’s completely fine.”

Not that a lot of technology did -- his wife had been the one to set up and install a television, repair a terminal. He was the one who carried boxes of items or put together furniture.

“Nothing is perfect now. It was, once.” He stared at the radchicken. The birds were smaller. They had less feathers. Cows had two heads and crab cakes were now decidedly harder to obtain.

Seeing that the turret was now working again, Cole suspected the other would want some caps.

“How much do I owe you for repairing that turret?”

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how did a smart and beautiful lady like Nora fall in love with Cole? And in my headcanon, Nora is like 5′4′ and weighs around 130 lbs and she marries a literal brick wall. did they know each other back in high school??? they couldn’t have met in college, Cole basically went straight into the workforce after high school.

it’s unlikely love. the university Nora attended probably had a lot of construction projects going on, and Cole was a construction worker so --

nora’s charm and wit caught cole’s attention. and nora saw something in those vacant blue eyes and i guess we’ll never know.

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//there’s a safe hidden in sanctuary that’s locked tight because codsworth hides chems in there. countering that, cole has a hidden chem box that usually has some doses of psycho, buffout, and a handful of stimpaks. 

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I originally created my sole survivor cole just to do a “lucky idiot” playthrough and it became much more intense and now I have all of these complex ideas behind what was supposed to be “this guy goes around punching people when he doesn’t like their face”. Now it’s more like “this guy who goes around punching people because he’s lacking self control and is self destructing almost while he copes with the fact that the life he knew will never return and that the world is now much more complex than the simple, peaceful life he had been anticipating and also he found that his infant son was older than him and that messed him up because cole isn’t very intelligent and sometimes this lack of intelligence results in him being unable to come to terms with reality”

i wouldn’t recommend reading this unless you’re interested in an overly invested mun who loves a big strong idiot more than they love themselves.

Then it comes down to whether or not he is mentally handicapped, and I would say, maybe if you gave him an IQ test that would be the result? He’s never been really bright, but he tends to just avoid thinking. If I went to specifics his INT would probably have been 4 and then he was in the military and that seriously messed him up enough that higher thinking kinda went out the door.

He’s just so close minded in his own little world after the bombs fell and everything, and it would have seemed strange if I had decided to give him dialogue along the lines of the classic fallout games and New Vegas. He does get words confused and explanations can go right over his head, but not to the extent like with the courier saying “me buy things” or whatever is said.

He misunderstands lots of things. Especially if someone doesn’t have his attention.

“Are you for war or peace?”

“Well, I like pizza. But I’d prefer if it’s warm. So... both?”

He probably has a few mental disorders that were just never treated properly and now being in a destroyed world those are just made even worse. He gets words wrong, he takes a loooong time to read something, and yes, he occasionally forgets how to spell his own name. Mainly because he just doesn’t think ahead, like how most people subconsciously go through and spell their names out. I guess he does what seems “right” at the moment.

Also stats that might lower intelligence, for him it just makes the world seem in a haze and he’s unable to comprehend a lot of things. And he’s even less observant. It’s not to the extent of “holy shit codsworth I forgot how to bREATHE”**

So I suppose overall he naturally would have an INT of 4, and he’s still capable of knowing how to do things so that he’s not mentally handicapped, but experiences have left his better judgement and higher thinking rather lacking so the choices he makes might be along the lines of an INT of 2.

So at first it would be like “how the hell is this dumb brute still alive” but after really learning and knowing more about him, there’s a certain “method” and maybe you’ll realize “hey if it wasn’t for the rather shitty circumstances, this guy wouldn’t be nearly as dumb as he seems”

And he’s just incredibly lucky, and sudden bits of intelligence hint at savant, but that’s based on chance alone and not if he’s putting his mental faculties to work. If he did, you could probably hear the gears grinding away in his brain as smoke comes out of his ears.

Like let’s say someone puts a hit out on him and sends an elite sniper. The sniper might be about to pull the trigger and that’s when cole notices something shiny so he ducks down to look at whatever the item is and the bullet goes flying past him. The bullet hits something and makes a sound, cole realizes someone is shooting at him, and he reacts accordingly.

Which might involve tossing a grenade, using a missile launcher, or he makes a break for it and runs

TLDR: my sole survivor has layers like an onion

**Bob from Monsters vs. Aliens has no brain and occasionally forgets how to breathe. Bob is voiced by Seth Rogen. Cole’s voice claim is Brian T. Delaney. Brian T. Delaney does a fantastic Seth Rogen impersonation. I make these connections because I’m weird.

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thelasttejada‌

‘How can I improve this?’ God, what a question. How does one make a seriously powerful and lethal weapon even more powerful and lethal? 

The old ghoul always looked up to watch customers– firstly to make sure they weren’t trying to shoplift, secondly to make sure that KLE-0 didn’t completely slaughter them when caught shoplifting, desperate people didn’t deserve to die just for being desperate– and noticed how easily the vault dweller handled and lifted the heavy weapons. Mountain of a man, whatever they’d been feeding them in that vault he belonged to must have been chock-full of protein or something.

When he addressed him, the vaquero gave a sarcastic shrug. “No boss, don’t know anything about fixing weapons, that’s why I’m sitting here in a weapon store under the sign ‘weapon & armor repairs.’” He uncrossed his legs and shifted slightly, then replied. “But seriously though, I’ll fix anything, really. Weapons, armor, vehicles, household appliances, Just don’t ask me to fix any toasters.”

“Is that sarcasm?” Cole asked, less than impressed with the answer. But it was good to hear that the other did know how to work with weapons. “Uh. I’d like to have this missile launcher repaired. I’m not sure how to modify it so it works better.” He offered the large weapon over, hefting it with ease.

“Vehicles? I haven’t seen any of those working since before the bombs. Apart from the vertibirds. Do you fix a lot of vehicles these days?” He did half hope that some vehicles remained in working condition. And he nodded at the statement of not repairing toasters.

“I don’t think a lot of people have a need for making toast.” Simple enough observation.

“How much will it cost for you to fix the missile launcher?”

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I commissioned https://twitter.com/ArtsNaru to draw my beautiful sole survivor. good lord he looks just PERFECT.

15/10 highly recommend commissioning them because they are an amazing artist.

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tcxastough‌

【🔧】— Danielle tucked her lips into her mouth to keep her expression from betraying her. There had to be some kind of science behind it, to be able to mess up something that badly sheerly on accident. Did it hurt, to be that incredulously inept, she wondered. Maybe it was the chem dependency.

          “Don’t worry ‘bout it, shug; I’ll show ya.” She finished scattering out the basket of corn kernels to the radchickens and approached the turret with a grimace. 

       In Cole’s defense, the turret had been acting up before, probably why he decided to mess with it in the first place to try and help fix it, key word being ‘try’. The back panel where the circutry and wiring went had been dented from a shotgun slug in an attack and it hadn’t been acting the same sense. Now the entire panel was off, and it would need to be reforged entirely in order to have the screws fit in place correctly again. She was sort of regretting not fixing it right away instead of waiting for it to get worse, or in this case, waiting 

       “Alright, I think I c’in git this back in shape,” she said, “I need ya t’ listen carefully, alright? Can you git me a blowtorch, some fiber optic cables, and four screws?”

Would it be correct to feel bad for the turret? Maybe. Would it be correct to feel bad for the drug-addled Cole? That was up for interpretation. He raised an eyebrow, listening to Danielle. It was a relief to hear that the turret could be fixed -- salvaging items for a brand new turret to build could be a major hassle.

“A blowtorch, fiber optic cables, and, uh, four screws?” Cole repeated back, just to make sure. He turned to go and rifle through the supplies at the settlement, taking some time to make sure he had everything. It was a relief to see that the caravans had brought much needed supplies to the settlement and just in time, too.

Bringing the items over, Cole set them on the ground and looked to see what exactly Danielle was doing with the turret. He shooed away a curious radchicken.

“So, what’s wrong with the turret?”

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Raiders. The chem-addicted and violence-driven groups were a scourge to people trying to make an honest living. Cole had known and become disillusioned with the constant partying and drinking and torturing. By this time, he drifted from place to place. Wandering in the ruins of Boston all while looking to feed his addiction, Cole dodged the various raider groups and basically anyone who might be interested in taking his head.

As of the current moment Cole was actually taking a quick rest in the ruins, enjoying a few beers and taking in the sight of the ruined city. It was impressive no matter what, even if he had grown up seeing the desolate landscape. And he kept a hand near his pistol, just in case someone decided to get the drop on him. But he thought he saw someone, or at least, heard someone, and he set his beer aside and drew out the pistol. He took light steps around, when he saw a woman approaching.

She didn’t appear to be one of those chem-addled raiders and so Cole actually set the pistol back into its holster and he walked towards her. In case this was seen as hostile, he held his hands in the air to signal he wasn’t a threat.

“Hey.” Cole stopped right near a chunk of concrete. “Trader? Or another wastelander?”

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15 ASSOCIATIONS: repost and fill the answers you associate with your character with each question

Cole Erastus Nathan

animal: dog color: Silver month: September song: 16 tons number:  10 day or night: day plant:  ragweed smell: burning coal season:  autumn food:  chili astrological sign: Libra element: Earth drink: Nuka-Cola

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He’s scrounging around in the Commonwealth, looting various houses and taking items that might prove useful back at Sanctuary. It’s another one of those journeys to collect resources, and to relieve the boredom that accumulates from sitting around. Not to mention, there seemed to be some people settling down in the ruins, and not the type who would be friendly. Cole was there mainly to make sure that the area was clear of the stabby-shooty-rob-you-blind kinds of folks.

He’s finding evidence of people having been there, and he’s busy examining some trace evidence of what might have been a fire. There’s some noise, like someone is nearby, and Cole instinctively draws out his pistol and stands his ground.

“Alright, who’s there?” His eyesight is poor and so he’s constantly changing the aim of his weapon.

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Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets

🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

❤️- For a secret crush

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

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🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

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☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!

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“Hey. You’re smart.” Cole had been tinkering with a turret and watching as he desperately failed at repairing it. He glanced in Danielle’s direction and gestured for her to come on over.

“How do I get this thing to work again?” He tapped the side of the turret and some parts fell out. “It took a bit of damage.” Damaged caused by him but that was besides the point.

Working with technology was not his favorite thing to do, especially regarding turrets or anything like it. As usual, he would defer to another regarding the more science-y parts of the settlement. He noticed other settlers watching him, but he gave a quick glance to tell them to not stare.

“Things are falling out of the turret. I’m pretty sure they shouldn’t be doing that.”

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Goodneighbor was -- an interesting enough place. KL-E-O had a great selection of weapons and so this was probably a definite place for Cole to stop when he was in the area. He was gazing over the collection of killer merchandise and pondering about what he needed. The man was hefting a missile launcher with little difficulty, and slightly mumbling to himself.

“How can I improve this?” and turning the weapon over he noticed some wear and tear. Though it might be fun, missile launchers were not melee weapons and this was taking a toll on the big gun.

He glanced around the shop area and saw a ghoul who seemed to know what they were doing with a weapons workbench. Cole approached, using a soft voice to try and get the other’s attention.

“Hey. You know how to fix weapons?”

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im sorry but he looks like he would have an int of 2