#fallout 4 short

[sassenashsworld]

How to cure an an anxiety attack

“This one will scare the bravest of you. Yes, even you, Nick.”

Hancock points the neck of his beer in my direction, and I admit once again, he caught the attention of all the assistance, even mine.

“That was the shot we emptied the Thicket Excavation, you know, the third time the raiders had invaded it.”

“I remember” says Preston. “You and Nora had spent a few days at Tenpines Bluff to build the apartments once and for all.”

“Yup, this shot. Nora played the music on her Pip-Boy, we were in a good position at the top and she make Silver sing his song. Finally, I admit I had the best position. I was resting while she fired on everything in the hole.”

He takes a sip and drops off his empty bottle.

“We had worked for four days tirelessly. We weren’t even close to finish when we got the call from the castle about the quarry. Nora, as usual, looked like she was about to collapse from fatigue, but well, she ran to the call, as usual.”

He waves to the bartender who comes to bring him a new cool bottle.

“Anyway, the routine. Things finally get interesting when we start going down the floors to flush out what of these rats could stay hidden and I finally play of my gun. Then everything was done. But there, the young lady stumble on her feet, we were still in the early hours of the morning, we find a camp all that is most comfortable and there are only corpses around us. I therefore invite her” and his tone implies the invitation was probably an obligation “to rest a little”.

He opens his new beer and take a mouthful before continuing.

“I should have known something was wrong when she didn’t protest. She collapsed and I was very comfortable with my jet and Ella singing her glory in the background.”

He looks around to make sure we all listen carefully.

“Travis put on the song Crazy He Call Me. It may seem insignificant, but I swear I’ll remember it all my life, even if I live another hundred years.”

Some release a breath they were not aware of having held until then. It must be said Hancock, with his emphasis and gesticulations, is probably by far the best storyteller of the band.

“It was then the young lady began to stir.”

“A nightmare?” asked Danse.

“Perhaps, surely. All I know is that the lady stood up suddenly, appear so haunted, the look so anxious, that I worried for a moment about what was going on. The next thing I knew, she was rolling up against me like a scared cat who wanted to hide under the carpet.”

Deacon pushes a mocking giggle.

“I’m usually the one who make you swallows lies.”

“I swear to you this is as true as my tanned leather face. The pretty girl clings to me with despair sobbing. The first shock passed, of course, I hugged her, poor pussy. She seemed so… it’s like she was scared. But really scared. A real anxiety attack. I kept her there until the early hours, we picked up our gear and went back to finish the job in Tenpines. She never talked about it again and I’m not stupid enough to scratch it.”

I rub my chin, thinking.

“An anxiety attack, you say. It is indeed frightening. I wonder if it takes her often.”

“Not when we’re on a mission” said Danse, flat.

“Still” Preston slowly adds, staring on a tile on the floor, “if it’s really an anxiety attack, it’s scary indeed.” He give to each of us a long glance. “You all remember what happened the last time she broke under pressure?”

A thrill travels the gathering. Even Deacon, who probably spied on her already at that time, seems to know what the Minutemen refers to.

“She needs a little time off” I suggest. “Something which looks like a vacation.”

“How?” Hancock rightly asks.

We’re all thinking on our own tonight. The challenge is great because if the situation is already difficult, her role in the Minutemen as her situation for the Railroad offering her little respite, the BoS taking care of what could remain, in addition the woman is frankly not the type to take a sabbatical.

That’s how we all get together the next night to share what we’ve found and come up with the most ambitious plan we’ve ever orchestrated collectively.

[rad-roche]

Rebelle keeps undos in the timelapses it generates so you can see me problem solve as I hash out a process, mistakes and all

[cakbanedraws]

3 Types of Fallout Fans

[grease-weasel]

My babygirls (three middle aged men and a dog)

[neuroticreno]

made him fine on purpose this time

[abra-ka-dammit]

its always a lil disappointing to see game mods aimed at making non-human races "normal" by human standards. race has weird special eyes? heres a "normal eyes" mod. race has horns, animal ears, tails, body scales or stripes on their skin? here's a hornless one, an earless one, a tailless ones, "normal skin" mods....like why even play the game if you hate all the non human races in it so much

[gardening--tools]

can they jam?

quick and dirty "analysis" of whether or not the fallout 4 companions can play an instrument. hold my hand and play in the space with me <3

(these are all headcanons. they might not be yours, but they are mine. if you find these upsetting, that's okay! you can scroll away, my feelings won't be hurt <3 okay, i love you have fun)

no i am NOT writing this instead of finishing the jude/preston diptych that i've been procrastinating on for three months. and actually how dare you for implying that. you're no longer invited to my fallout themed birthday party.

Ada. Can play little tunes by beeping at different frequencies. Would do this with her friends when they had music nights around their campfire.

Cait. Fabulous sense of rhythm. Always drumming some kind of beat.

Codsworth. Hums frequently. There's nothing in his programming that should allow him to do this.

Curie. Not only can she not play instruments, but she is criminally tone-deaf. She should probably stick to the lab.

Danse. Singing voice like an angel. Too shy to sing publicly. So if you catch him singing to himself, you'd better shut up and hope he doesn't notice you if you want him to continue.

Deacon. "I'll never tell!" (No, he cannot and he is embarrassed about it.)

Dogmeat. Howls on-key. Like, scarily on-key. Better-than-you-can-sing on-key. Are-we-sure-this-dog-is-just-a-dog on-key. I cannot stress how unnatural it is. Nobody acknowledges it when you ask them. Dogmeat wags his tail.

Gage. Used to play bluegrass instruments (dulcimer, fiddles, guitars, banjos, etc) with his brothers. He can also make instruments and can tune them by ear. He doesn't do either anymore.

Hancock. Knows some chords on the guitar but prefers to listen to music. He has a nice, deep humming voice, though.

MacCready. No. But he has a pitch-perfect whistle. Very cool!

Nick. Call him Billy Joel the way he's a Piano Man. Great with music theory and can read any sheet music. Human!Nick did not have this talent. It's important to me that you know that.

Old Longfellow. Virtuoso. Can pick up any instrument and is an instant savant. You will never ever ever ever see him do this. This is how he preserves what little sanity he has left.

Piper. She tried learning Hot Cross Buns on a hand-carved recorder when she was a kid and quit when she wasn't immediately good at it. No.

Preston. Was the Lead Harmonicist in Hollis' regiment. He still has it on him, though he hasn't played since Quincy. Can also pluck a tune on a guitar or banjo, but those are less convenient to carry with you when traveling long distances.

Strong. Cello. No, he will not elaborate.

X6-88. No and he looks at you like you're an idiot if you ask. (He secretly wants to learn.)

[anniebass]

I was summoned in a post by @hancocksbitch and hey why not. probably not what u imagined diva.

anyway, this old queen living her dream in the worstest fit gucci could offer

(based on an actual print ad for a resort collection)

[msdarkshadow666]

How am I supposed to not ship it when they look at each other like that? Just get a room, you two. 😭

[bakedbeanz]

January 23'd, 2074 Anchorage Alaska

[nukacourier]

Hmmm. Thinking

The way so many Fallout 4 fans baby Paladin Danse really gets under my skin for many reasons. I don't like it

[sassenashsworld]

Comment soigner une crise d'angoisse

English version here

« Celle-là va effrayer le plus courageux d'entre vous. Oui, même toi, Nick. »

Hancock pointe le goulot de sa bière dans ma direction et j'avoue qu’une fois de plus, il a attiré toute l'attention de la salle, même la mienne.

« C’était la fois qu'on vidait la carrière Thicket, vous savez, la troisième fois que les raiders l'avaient envahis. »

« Je me souviens, confirme Preston. Nora et toi aviez passé quelques jours à Tenpines Bluff pour mettre une bonne fois pour toute les appartements sur pied. »

« Voilà. Nora faisait jouer la musique sur son Pip-Boy, on était en belle position en hauteur et elle faisait chanter Silver. Enfin, j’avoue que j’avais la meilleure position. Je me reposais pendant qu’elle tirait sur tout ce qui se trouvait dans la cuve. »

Il prend une gorgée et dépose sa bouteille vidée.

« On avait travaillé pendant quatre jour sans relâche. On était encore loin d’avoir terminé quand on avait reçu l’appel du château concernant la carrière. Nora, comme d’hab, avait l’air sur le point de s’effondrer de fatigue, mais bon, elle a couru à l’appel, comme d’hab. »

Il fait signe au barman qui vient lui porter une nouvelle bouteille toute fraîche.

« Enfin bref, la routine. Les choses deviennent enfin intéressantes quand on se met à descendre les étages pour débusquer ce qui peut rester caché de ces rats et je joue enfin du fusil. Puis tout est fait. Mais là, la demoiselle tangue sur ses pieds, on est quand même aux petites heures du matin, on trouve un camp tout ce qu’il y a de plus confortable et il n’y a plus que des cadavres autour de nous. Je l’invite donc » et son ton implique que l’invitation était sans doute une obligation « à se reposer un peu. »

Il ouvre sa nouvelle bière et en descend une bonne rasade.

« J’aurais dû me douter d’un truc quand elle a pas protesté. Elle s’est effondré et moi, j’étais bien peinard avec mon jet et Ella qui nous chantait sa gloire en arrière fond. »

Il regarde tout le monde autour pour s��assurer que nous écoutons tous avec attention.

« Travis a mis la chanson Crazy He Call Me. Ça peut paraître insignifiant, mais je vous jure que je vais m’en rappeler toute ma vie, quand bien même je vivrais encore cent ans. »

Certains reprennent un souffle qu’ils n’avaient pas conscience d’avoir retenus jusque-là. Il faut dire qu’Hancock, avec ses emphase et ses gesticulations, est probablement de loin le meilleur conteur de la bande.

« C’est alors que la demoiselle a commencé à s’agiter. »

« Un cauchemar? » que s’enquiert Danse.

« Peut-être, sûrement. Tout ce que je sais, c’est que la demoiselle s’est relevé d’un coup, le regard tellement hanté, l’air tellement angoissé, que je me suis inquiété un instant de ce qui se passait. L’instant d’après, elle venait se rouler contre moi comme un chat effrayé qui aurait voulu entrer sous la moquette. »

Deacon pousse un ricanements de dérision.

« C’est moi qui fait avaler les couleuvres, d’habitude. »

« Je vous jure que c’est aussi vrai que ma tronche de cuir tanné. La jolie s’est accroché à moi avec désespoir en sanglotants. Le premier choc passé, bien entendu, je l’ai serré dans mes bras, pauvre chatte. Elle semblait tellement… c’est comme si elle avait peur. Mais vraiment peur. Une vraie crise d’anxiété en bonne et due forme. Je l’ai gardé là jusqu’au petit matin, on a ramassé notre matériel et on est retourné finir le boulot à Tenpines. Elle a jamais reparlé de ça et je serai jamais assez stupide pour gratter le sujet. »

Je me frotte le menton, songeur.

« Une crise d’anxiété, tu dis. C’est effectivement effrayant. Je me demande si ça lui prend souvent. »

« Pas quand on est en mission » que statue Danse.

« N’empêche » qu’ajoute Preston lentement, le regard fixé sur une tuile du plancher « si c’est vraiment une crise d’anxiété, c’est effectivement effrayant. » Il lève le regard sur nous et nous dévisage tour à tour. « Vous vous rappelez tous ce qui est arrivé là dernière fois qu’elle a craqué sous la pression? »

Un frisson parcours les compagnions réunis, même Deacon, qui probablement l’espionnait déjà à cette époque, semble savoir à quoi le Minutemen fait référence.

« Il lui faut un petit congé » que je suggère. « Quelque chose qui ressemblerait à des vacances. »

« Comment? » que demande à juste titre Hancock.

Nous réfléchissons tous de notre côté ce soir-là. Le défi est de taille car si déjà la situation est difficile, sont rôle dans les Minutemen comme sa situation pour le Railroad lui offrant peut de répit, les BoS s’occupant de ce qui pourrait rester, en plus la femme n’est franchement pas du genre à prendre une sabbatique.

C’est comme ça que nous nous retrouvons tous, le lendemain soir, pour partager ce que nous avons trouvés et mettre sur pied le plan le plus ambitieux que nous ayons orchestrés ensemble.

[fallout-fallen-knight]

In a hypothetical version of the game where the commonwealth began to recover on a reasonable timeline instead of the whacky one Bethesda thunk up, I love the idea of the sole survivor stumbling out of vault 111, seeing the destruction the bombs wrought, and going “oh my god it’s a complete wasteland!” the same way suburbanites do over photos of broken windows and homeless people in any major American city,

and then three weeks later when they stumble into Diamond city like “finally! Something barely resembling the civilization I lost! I’ve been eating nothing but dog food for three weeks!” everyone’s like uh. You did not have to do that

[cakbanedraws]

John Hancock animated sketch test 2

[absolutelyzoned]

the brotherhood of steel watching me as i run around their bases with my synth companion stealing literally everything they have (.i am preparing to kill every single one of them)

[harveywritings92]

Sole: tall people, if we're walking together please take my tiny legs into consideration. I can't keep up with you, I don't want to be jogging to keep up with your leisurely stroll.

Hancock: just strap on a pair of roller skates and hang onto my sleeve, we don't have all day.