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How would the companions react to the courier fixing up an RV and wanting them and her to move out the Mojave after the battle (also if it's not too much, also Christine and Ulysses)

Great prompt! The image of the Courier with a car kind of makes me miss the Highwayman from Fallout 2...

Functioning vehicles were few and far between as far from the NCR heartland as the Mojave, but if anyone was going to find one, it was the Courier. Not content to simply rest on their laurels, they planned to leave the Mojave in search of greener pastures- or, more likely, slightly less desolate deserts. All that remained was getting their steadfast companions on board...

Raul gave the RV a once-over, checking for any outstanding mechanical problems before he committed to an answer. “Well, boss, I can say with reasonable confidence that we’re not going to die in a horrible microfusion explosion. Sure, let’s see if we can find a less depraved chunk of arid nothingness.”

Boone climbed in nearly as soon as the Courier asked, claiming one of the seats for himself. “I thought you’d never ask. The sooner I can get out of this... graveyard, the better.”

Veronica was hesitant- unlike most of the companions, she had ties to the Mojave that she was reluctant to give up on a whim. “...Can I get back to you on that? Not that I don’t think seeing the great beyond wouldn’t be nice and all, just... well, the Brotherhood tends to frown on deserters.”

Cass pretended to think about it, if only to give the impression that she wasn’t quite so eager to leave. “...Why the hell not? I’m up for a bit of trailblazing. Cassidy Caravans is ash in the wind; not like there’s anything waiting for me back west.”

Arcade chewed his lip, mentally weighing his options. “Huh. Well, uh- huh. Tell you what- if we can talk to Julie, get this little excursion approved as an expeditionary mission, sure. As fun as walking the wasteland is, my main goal’s still helping people, you know?”

Lily shook her head, otherwise unmoving. “GRANDMA’S TOO OLD FOR A VACATION. BUT YOU HAVE FUN, DEARIE! DON’T FORGET TO WRITE!”

Christine was just as receptive as Boone, albeit a touch more enthusiastic about the prospect. “Please. I’ve had enough of fighting for a lifetime. Two lifetimes, even, the way it feels.”

Ulysses chewed on the question for a good while, his expression as unreadable as ever as he surveyed the broken Divide. “Turn my back on this place a second time? Hm. No... No use staying among the ghosts. Divide keeps living, Courier, as long as the both of us carry its history, its marks. Say the word and I’ll go with you- carve out a new history somewhere, if we’re lucky.”

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My Hawke is a Brown Lesbian Mage who was mostly sarcastic wince they were the younger sibling, in Act 1 and 2 was super sarcastic, but kept Carver home out of fear of losing him, and was friends with Aveline but started being more hostile towards her after the death of her mother, she spared Anders, romanced Isabella, and killed Fenris, but in my personal Canon is in a Polycule with Isabella and Merrill.

oh i love her omg :’) i want to romance isabella so badly but i’m currently replaying my main hawke who’s with fenris, but one day......

and yeah after the death of leandra, at least in the beginning of act3, i chose some more aggressive options (especially when meredith pulled her bullshit of “corpses speak louder than abstract ideas” or whatever tf she said) bc!! she’s tired!!!!!!

also hawke/isabella/merrill is iconic i love that so much!!

edit: i would also love to hear more abt your hawke omg like just from the little dynamics you gave me i am very hooked

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The best OC the world has ever seen

this is Nascha (my beloved), an OC of my friend @domitabledyke . I have gotten express permission that it is, in fact, alright to simp.

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got tagged by @eunuchy to do one of these so here's some pics that represent me ig

@limplylimerent @domitabledyke @surfindead

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It's your favorite lesbian, could you do the companions reacting to the courier turning into a ghoul

I was wondering how long it’d take to get a ghoulification ask! As usual, your wish is my command...

The signs of ghoulification were easily recognizable ones - peeling skin, balding, mildly radioactive bodily fluids, the list went on- and after perhaps one delve too many into Searchlight or the depths of Vault 34, the Courier’s symptoms were beginning to show. 

Raul grimaced involuntarily, but caught himself nearly immediately. “Lemme tell you from experience, boss, it isn’t all sunshine and rainbows on the other side. Still, I think you’ll pull off the necrosis look better than I do.”

Boone was surprisingly unshaken, even slipping the Courier extra Med-X when he could. “...What? Lots of rangers are ghouls. I don’t have a problem with it as long as your eyes stay in their sockets.”

Veronica wasn’t shy about pointing it out, leaning in to examine the Courier’s skin- or rapidly developing lack of it. “Eeeeeew. You sure you don’t want to get that checked out? Not that I mind having a walking slice of beef jerky for a buddy, but won’t that get infected?”

Cass said nothing at first, just passing the Courier her bottle. “Yeah, you’re gonna need this more than me. Hell of a thing. It’s not all bad, though, right? I’d kill to see NCR screwing up for the next couple centuries.”

Arcade began to fret, already readying his doctor’s bag for a full examination. “’Wear a radiation suit’, I said. ‘Take Rad-X’, I said. But does anyone ever listen to Arcade? Just... hold still, I’ll help you through the worst of it- if you actually listen to me when I give you medical advice from now on.”

Lily, for good or ill, barely seemed to notice the difference- although when explicitly pointed out to her, she simply waved it off. “MY LITTLE PUMPKIN’S JUST GOING THROUGH PUBERTY, IS ALL. SKIN PROBLEMS ARE NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF!”

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Oh oh, could you please do a companions react to the courier telling them she's a communist

This one was a lot of fun! I had a good time playing around with each character’s perspective on communism, from the familiar to the woefully uneducated...

Raul chuckled dryly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Whatever you say, boss. Between you and me, I think it’s a little late for a worldwide proletarian uprising, but... hey, you ascribe to whatever school of thought helps you sleep better at night.”

Boone shrugged, barely looking away from his scope. “I don’t care what gang you were in. Manny used to be a Khan; go talk to him.”

Veronica’s face screwed up in thought for a moment, before a sudden realization hit her. “Oh! Those are the guys everyone blames for ending the world, right? Just stay away from doing that, and you’ll be fine.”

Cass knocked back another shot, unsure if she’d heard the Courier right. “Right. Like... what, one of those Broken Hills hippies? No offense. Look, not that I care, but you’re gonna want to be careful saying that around the NCR. They don’t exactly take well to... nonconformity, if you get my meaning.”

Arcade was instantly a flutter of nervous activity, tripping over himself more than usual. “Wh- I- you- really? Uh, well... me too. Kind of, anyway- if I had to put a name on it, I’d say I lean more anarchist than, say, Chairman Cheng, but- you don’t happen to have any folding chairs in that bag of yours, do you? This may take a while.”

Lily patted the Courier with a massive hand, some ancient memory of rebellion in her much younger days stirring deep within her. “THAT’S NICE, DEARIE. I’LL PACK YOU A LUNCH FOR YOUR NEXT PROTEST.”

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Oh oh, how would Christine react to the courier coming back to the Sierra Madre every now and then to visit her?

Great prompt! I know this was impossible given the tight production schedules of the DLCs, but I would have loved to take Christine or Ulysses back to the Mojave with me. Oh well, we have mods for that- and blogs like mine! Speaking of, here you go... 

“You’re back.”

Christine let just a little more surprise slip into her voice than she would have liked, but it wasn’t entirely unwarranted. The Sierra Madre was a long walk from the Mojave, longer still when you factored in the Cloud choking the place. Yet here the Courier stood- not for the first time, either. 

She figured she should say something else... a welcome, maybe. Her voice was already growing raspy with disuse - it wasn’t like the casino’s denizens were much for conversation - and on some level she knew she should take every chance she could to exercise it. She’d given up on singing after the first week- Vera Keyes’ vocal cords or not, the ability to carry a tune wasn’t something that could be surgically implanted.

Instead, though, she just patted the roof next to her. This was one of her favorite perches, just high enough to escape the worst of the Cloud winding through the streets of the villa. In the red miasma below, flashes of pale blue sparked up every once in a while as the holograms walked the streets, giving her at least some reassurance that she wasn’t the only one watching over the Sierra Madre.

Surely, then, a break could be excused.

A thousand questions came to her mind - the Dam, Veronica, the fate of the Brotherhood, Ulysses - but Christine held herself back for just a few moments more. The stillness of the Sierra Madre was a gift to be savored when compared with the chaos of the Mojave, and perhaps - for just a moment - it could give the Courier peace. 

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Hi I loved your last piece!! Could you please do one where the Courier asks Ulysses to twist her hair like his? In my playthrough I always imagined my courier sees Ulysses like a brother figure

I’m glad you liked it! To be totally honest, I’ve been dreading writing Ulysses a little purely because of how dense his speech is, but there’s no time like the present...

“Hnh.”

Even without the respirator, his expression would have been unreadable. 

“Braids - the Twisted Hairs with them - have history, Courier. Aren’t something you can wear... uneducated... without mocking that history. White Legs tried... meant to show respect. You’ve seen them in Zion, parading them like... weapons of war. It’s a symbol, like your Bear or your Bull, now worn only by those who can never hope to understand it.”

His shoulders fell slightly as he exhaled.

“And me. Used to think the tribe’s past was mine to keep, a load for me to carry- like the one you took here, to the Divide. Just as destructive, when shared with the wrong people.”

Ulysses narrowed his eyes, regarding the woman before him... and slowly arriving at a decision.

“You, Courier. You’ve shared your past with me- the Divide, Hopeville. Let me shape it, let me share in it. We’re both carrying it now. When you’re ready to listen, I’ll teach. Knots, braids... they have meaning. Whole history written right there on your head, if you know how to read it. Come back from Hoover Dam alive, and we’ll start with your victories.”

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Veronica reacting to the courier confessing her love for her after the battle of Hoover Dam (bonus points for the independence ending)

I’m a sucker for romance, what can I say? With no further ado...

“Heh. C’mon, there are better ways to get under my skin than that. I’m wearing a potato sack, make fun of that instead.”

Veronica’s mind, of course, immediately fell back on humor. Surely, Courier Six was still suffering from some kind of... post-battle derangement, because at the end of the day, Veronica was still essentially wearing a potato sack. But as the seconds ticked by with no sign of the Courier breaking character, a slow realization dawned. 

“Oh... my God. You’re not- uh...”

A thousand thoughts hit her at once. The first was of Christine. Veronica had considered herself a romantic dead end after Christine left the Brotherhood- unlovable and better off not loving. But here was this woman who’d seen... something in her, who’d taken a chance on her and been by her side all the way to this, a brand-new dawn for the whole Mojave.

Why shouldn’t it be a new dawn for her, too?

“...You know what? C’mere. And let’s talk about that dress.”

Veronica took the Courier’s hand in hers, her power fist gleaming in the setting sun. The fight was over- now came the aftermath. Uncertain times lay ahead, but Veronica knew there was no one she’d prefer to see them through with.