#Goodsprings Gecko Lady

[sleights-of-hand]

moe centaur :-)

More centaur?? You want More Centaur??? Well okay!!

[delafiseaseses]

I tell ya, y’know what Fallout and all other open world Role Playing Games needs more of? Extended families.

Look to Goodsprings, everyone there is unrelated (Sunny, Trudy and the Blonde Lady who got attacked by Geckos getting water do share a house, though... interesting fact there). Primm, there was the McBains, but they were already dead (I bring them up because an incidental line from Johnson Nash says that Beagle was Mrs McBain’s brother and that’s how he got the job). Novac, more like no-relation (in those 2 latter ones, I know they both have husband and wives who live there, but that’s not the point). A small town with under 10 people and nobody is brothers? Sisters? Cousins? 3rd cousins twice removed? [that last one is a joke].

I write characters, I know it’s easy to just have everyone be made backstoryless and unconnected, but people should be related in small settlements... 

And large ones too, for that matter. Is there any mention ever of the familial connections between The Three Families of The Strip? At most we get friends, these people were small close-knit groups before becoming part of House’s casino empire, they should all be cousins and siblings. I suppose you could make the argument that they wouldn’t really mention it much, but surely it could come up somewhere. Like, Swank and Benny. Imagine if Swank was more connected to Benny than just “in the same group, is the second highest ranked Chairman” (although, Swank already is pretty interesting in his opinions and often overlooked... hmm, I’ll needa remember that for another time).

What I’m saying is: A post-apocalypse, or any place, should feel more lived in than they often do, like people have more connection between ‘em. All it’d take is a few incidental mentions of X being a cousin of Y and Y being a sibling of Z and I think that’d go a long way to adding to things. Naturally in some places it wouldn’t make sense, but I feel it’d help things feel so much more... alive, y’know?

[dumbfuck-mojave]

FNV Companions React to Someone Being Aggressive Towards Rex.

@spidester basically came up with this idea.

TW: Mentions of violence against humans and animals. Some sexual flirtation. Swearing is the norm at this point

Fucking IDEK if these are out of character anymore we just roll with it. Also, shitty and inconsistent writing and react length ahoy. Also yes I lied and said this was going to be out last night but I got sick please understand-

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Arcade: Six had dragged him into Ultra-Luxe because once again, they were being stupid and trying to beat some sort of goal they had set for themselves earlier that day at the gambling tables. Rex had also come in with them, but had wandered off with his snout up in the air towards the kitchens. While Six was focusing on the Blackjack table Arcade heard a sudden yip and bark behind him and turned to see two people laughing and kicking the poor dog. They weren’t dressed like the people that would usually gamble here and they certainly weren’t a White Glove, so Arcade just assumed they were some travelers that didn’t know Six’s reputation and love for their canine companion. Also angry at the situation unfolding, Arcade briskly made his way over to them.

“Excuse me-”

“Fuck off.” 

Now, that made Arcade very unhappy. Honestly, he expected them to be rude, but was still a little surprised at how quickly they shot him down, not even trying to start an argument or anything. Yet.

“Listen, gentlemen.” Arcade said sharply, “I suggest you leave now because you’d much rather deal with me telling you how vile of people you are than for my friend over at the Blackjack table getting word of what you’ve been doing to their dog.”

“Oh, tough guy, eh? Well guess what, we don’t give a shit about what you or your idiot friend have to say!” The taller of the men sneard, getting right up in Arcade’s face. “Fucking forget it, the dumb dog isn’t worth our time. They ran out of booze a while ago anyway.”

Arcade gave them a look of disinterest as the semi-stumbled out the door. He made….. eye contact?..... with one of the masked servers when he looked away from them, who also seemed relieved that the two men were gone, probably because they had trached dust and mud throughout the entire main room.  Making his way back to Six, Arcade was going over scenarios in his head about what Six would do once he told them. Turns out one of his guessed scenarios was true. He did know Six very well after all. Unfortunately for the men, they had decided to sleep naked that night and Six had found out where they were staying through a few connections. A few hours later the men’s clothes were strung up on and lit on fire in the middle of Freeside, with the neat edition of shoving several hungry geckos into the men’s hotel room. The men ran out into the Mojave, naked and with a few flesh chunks missing from their body, while Rex gnawed happily on his Brahmin Steak in the Lucky 38. 

Boone: A Legion party had ambushed them just outside of Red Rock Canyon as they were making their way towards Vegas from Goodsprings. The system they had was working well enough, Boone had managed to climb his way up on the hill to the right of the road and was sniping them from afar while Six was up close with their ripper. It was hard to get solid damaging headshots on them since they were those dumb helmets, but if he got lucky Six would get close enough to rip one of their helmets off so he could get a clear shot through their skull. Usually, there were 4 Legionaries in a party but Caesar must have really wanted Six dead at this point, so they were currently being surrounded by at least 12, possibly even more. As Six drop-kicked two legionaries into each other, Boone noticed one of the other Legionaries targeting Rex and backing him up against the Canyon wall. Luckily for Boone and unfortunately for the Legionnaire, there was no helmet in sight. Boone lined up the shot and it entered the target’s head with a whiz and a squish. As the now-corpse fell to the ground, the group of three reorganized amongst the carnage. Rex sat down at Boone’s feet and looked up at him, mouth open and panting. 

“Don’t look at him like that.” Boone said in a monotone voice, making the Courier laugh beside him.

“Boone, you’re talking to a dog.” The Courier started on their way once again to Vegas, looking down at the dog now trotting beside them.

“You want to go see the King Rex?”

*Bark*

“Look who’s talking to the dog now.” 

Veronica and Cassidy: The girls had decided to hang out together today, without the Courier. They also had Rex in tow and were currently sitting at the Atomic Wrangler’s counter. Both of these women were at least three bottles in each already and their laughter poured through the casino as Veronica slouched over and snorted at one of Cass’ merchant stories.

“There is *snort* there is no way he did that.” Veronica wheezed out, falling into another fit of laughter.

“He did! He just grabbed that fucker by his-”

Their conversation was cut off when a man walked over to them. Much too confidently, I might add. They both looked up at him in disgust and annoyance. 

“So, what are two beautiful ladies doing out here all alone. You know, why don’t we all go upstairs and have a little *fun* together. ” The man leaned in so far he almost touched noses with Veronica. Rex had been sitting idly with his head in his paws on the floor until this moment. When the man leaned in, Rex growled and stood up, brisling at the man. 

“Dumb dog.” The man grumbled, swinging out his hand and hitting Rex in the head. Now no one knew if the man had meant to hit Rex so hard that he slammed his glass dome into the counter, but it didn’t matter now. Veronica pushed up off the counter and shoved the man back.

“Who do you think you are?! First, you come up to two ladies who are CLEARLY disinterested in you, interrupt their good time, then you have the audacity to hit our dog?!” Veronica practically yelled, drawing attention from several others in the room. Two people in particular had the look in their eyes that was almost begging to see a fight.

“Listen, girlie, I do what I want, ok?” The man growled, cut off by Veronica shoving his back against the counter, “Oh, girlie, you want to start right now?” 

“She doesn’t want to do anything with you. Nobody would.” Cass said as she finally stood up, looking over Veronica’s shoulder.

“Now come on ladies, no need to fight over me.” The man slurred, the beginnings of a wolfish grin on his face. 

Now, Ronnie may be small but she has a power fist and can fuck some people up. In a flash, the man was on his knees with both arms straining behind him, courtesy of Cass. Veronica unveiled her power fist and a spark of fear appeared in the man’s eyes as she swung it dainlity near his temple.

“I could swing my fist sideways right now.” She started swinging faster and more aggressively, “And give you a good lesson about how to treat others around you with an indent on your head to remind you.” 

“N-No!”

“Oh, come on. I’m sure it would be no trouble for my friend here.” Cass sneered, tightening her grip on the man’s arms, making him squeal out in man. 

“Please, please! No!” 

As the once confident man was damn near sobbing just at the prospect of getting hit, Veronica and Cass looked up at each other and grinned. Dragging the man outside, Veronica used her unarmored fist to hit him into a puddle of… something. The man stumbled to his feet and looked back in fear at the doorway. Then sprinted off. 

“DAMN! NEXT TIME YOU START A FIGHT YOU BETTER BE ABLE TO FINISH IT!” Cass yelled after him before they retreated into the casino once more.

. On their way back in, two figures walked out the door, following the now out of sight man. Sometimes, if you want to see a fight, you just have to start one yourself. 

Ed-E: *Pulls out laser canon* “Beep beepbeep bop'' Translation: “You bitch ass motherfucker”. Even if Rex sometimes drools on Ed-E or accidentally whips a ball at it’s shell, Ed-E will still protecc and attacc. 

Lily: Ok no but honestly and sorry to disappoint but any scenario involving her reacting to this is just them fighting, her calling the Courier Jimmy, then absolutely rocking the perpetrators shit. Like, tear that person in half grandma. I wanted to write a longer thing out….unless

Raul: He and Six had decided to stop at 188 Trading Post for the night instead of attempting to walk all the way back to Vegas. They were low on supplies, tired and hungry, and Raul’s back was acting up again. Samuel was nice enough to let Raul lie down for a bit on one of the mattresses behind the bar while Six was focusing on cleaning their weapons and bartering. Just as he was about to drift off, he heard Six’s voice speak up above the radio.

“Don’t touch my goddamn dog like that!” 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do you fucking piece of shit! Oh fuck-” 

Raul stood up and peered around the corner to see a rather interesting sight. Six was straddling some random man and aggressively slapping his hands away when he tried to reach for them, all while screaming every obscene thing they’ve ever been taught, even some things in Spanish thanks to Raul. Samuel was looking very concerned at the bar, not wanting to get directly involved in this mess while Rex was barking his head off in the man's face. After Raul managed to drag Six off the man, he found out the man was an associate of Alexander and was talking about making a deal with him when Rex came up to him to sniff his hand. Agitated, the man reached down and put his fist around Rex’s muzzle, yanking him up on his back to legs. Nothing escalated past that point as Six had entered the picture by then. They eventually decided to just walk back to Vegas that night and extend their break home, but damn if Raul wasn’t impressed and kind of flattered at the way they gracefully told a man how they were going to cut out this tongue and feed it to rats. Raul is dad.

(The insult thing was definitely a nod to one of @nuclear-reactions posts)

Thank you for reading! Requests are open!

[illdesigns]

an interview with courier six

1. PICK ONE OF YOUR CHARACTERS

2. FILL IN THE QUESTIONS/STATEMENTS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR OC.

3. TAG SOME PEOPLE TO DO THIS MEME: whomstever! have fun with it

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

“Erza! Lots of people just call me Six though.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

“Uhm...E-Erza.”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

“It...it sounded right. I think that’s what my name was anyway.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

“There’s a lady I have my eye on. She’s the best.” (Cass, in the background: “We’ve been dating for two years.”)

5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?

“I can knock a bloatfly out of the air with a Power Fist, if that’s what you mean. I’m not one of those psykers or anything though.”

6. STOP BEING A GARY STU.

“What the fuck are you even saying?”

7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR?

“Black, last I checked.”

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?

“Black. Kept short and fuzzy, but black.”

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

“...no?”

10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS?

“Rex is a good dog, keeps my heart happy. And...wait, does ED-E count?”

11. THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

“I don’t like people who try and stick their nose into people’s business. Or people who think they know what’s best for whole groups of people, all with their own lives and stories.”

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?

“I like to sit and carve things out of bits of wood I can find. Old scrap wood, from little trees, don’t matter much. I bet 20 caps I can drink your ass under the table, too!”

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

“If you mean if I hurt their bodies, plenty. If you mean if I hurt their hearts...also plenty.”

14. EVER….KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?

“Like I said. Plenty.”

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

“I like geckos if they stay far enough away. They waddle funny.”

16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS.

“I talk too loud. I can’t remember if it’s because I’m just like that or if I’ve heard too many guns shot in tiny rooms. Cass says I scream at night, sometimes.”

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?

“If you look up at someone, means they’re looking down at you. I don’t tolerate that.”

18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?

“Men just don’t do it for me.”

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

“I don’t remember doing that. Guess I learned to read somewhere, right?”

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?

“Maybe I’ll go back to Goodsprings and settle down one day. If anyone wants to join me to keep my company I wouldn’t mind. Don’t know about kids though, might pick up an older one or two if they need a home.”

21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS?

“Sometimes some young boys from the Kings come by, give me caps or stimpaks. Sometimes they give me bullets too even if I keep saying that I don’t use guns.”

22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

“Dying alone. Again.”

23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

“I usually just slap any bits of metal I can find on me. Spikes are a plus. If I’m out and about I usually wear a checkered suit. Those blood stains were hard as fuck to get out...”

24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

“With all my heart.”

25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF?

“I’ve not been swimming in a long time.”

26. WELL, IT’S NOT OVER YET!

“What else you got?”

27. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS)

“I’ve heard people whisper about me being low class. I guess that?”

28. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

“Everyone’s my friend, I just gotta introduce myself first. Arcade is my main man though.”

29. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?

“The stuff Lily makes tastes like ash.”

30. FAVOURITE DRINK?

“Beer if it’s dinner, whiskey if it’s night. I always buy the first round.”

31. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?

“Zion felt like home.”

32. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE~

“You’ve gotta be shitting me, you should know this by now.”

33. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY?

“To put it this way - I don’t need anything to keep ‘em up. Flat as paper. And I keep a pretty big dick in my bedside drawer Cass seems to like well enough.”

34. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?

“It’s all muck and brahmin shit and rads.”

35. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

“Rowdy gals who can keep up with me.”

36. ANY FETISHES?

“Like I said, rowdy gals. And redheads.”

37. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

“I get itchy if I’m not in control.”

38. CAMPING OR INDOORS?

“Every day is camping on the road. It’s nice to settle these tired ol’ bones somewhere with a bath, though.”

39. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?

“I suppose. It’s been fun, though!”