#fish: new vegas

[averagepsychouser]

I like fallout npcs that look like fish

[feeshies]

warmup ulysses doodles (he's just napping)

[aviewtoakillmp3]

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[gobald]

this guy so ugly, handsome, and funny looking at the same time, it doesn't make sense

[vintagenuka]

Men (previously and currently) of the legion

[asynchronouscommunication]

Falloutober Day 2: Little Fish

There's been a few times before when Six has been made aware of how little power he has as a single man. Normally its been when it was his hide getting battered, his blood getting spilt upon the ground. Hard lessons learned by his flesh that no matter how clever he is, no matter how quick on the draw or how fast a thinker or how heavy of a caliber he packed, he was still only one man.

There were some fights he couldn't take head on, no matter his preference.

Against the might of the Legion he was only one man, and the two companions he had walked into the fort with were tied up.

[i]CRACK[/i]

Kel jerked against his bounds and grunted through his gag, his blue eyes narrowed with defiance and hate and pain and anger-

and the Courier stood and [i]watched[/i].

His hands clenched at his sides as he fought against the desire to shoot the beast holding the whip, to shoot the praetorians who had dragged his companion to the pole to tie the younger man there like a disobedient dog.

The fact that he didn't have his guns back yet made it easier.

He doesn't audibly growl as he turned his back on the scene and strode back in to the main tent to see Caesar. He hated the man, hated the whole damn Legion, but if he had to make another deal with the man to stop Kel's torture so be it.

[i]CRACK[/i]

He can feel a thunderstorm barely contained under his skin. The dry kind that stampedes over the desert sometimes bringing nothing but lightning and fire and heat. He stalked into the tyrant's tent on stiff legs, anger burning cold in his steel grey eyes.

"Get my man off of that pole! You've no fucking [i]right[/i]." He seethes with barely contained fury, like a pot that was about to boil over. He was almost glad his guns were still being held by Caesar's men, he wasn't sure what he would do if he had them.

The tyrant sat with his head propped up on one hand and a smirk on his face. Gods Six hated him.

"He tried to stop my men from retrieving my property. You're lucky he's not being crucified right now." He said. There was a dark amusement in his eyes and Six forced himself not to think too much about the property.

The only thing that getting his mark revoked right now would prevent him from getting Kel out alive.

"He didn't know we'd struck a deal. Your men moved too quick, he thought we were betrayed." Six replied coldly as he met Caesar's gaze. He had no doubt that the tyrant had a pretty good idea how pissed he was, but Six knew the importance of appearances.

"He should have looked to you for his cues then. And what was it he called you again?" Caesar's voice sounded amused, and the Courier mentally cursed Kel's vicious tongue and lack of restraint.

"He's young, and he gets protective of those he considers friends." He replied coolly. "I would have explained things to him if I had time. I was going to do it when I went to check out that bunker you wanted."

"You should have kept him on a tighter leash. But I suppose a stay of execution can be permitted. I'll have his punishment ended and his wounds tended while you complete the task I've set." Caesar said with a lazy wave. He paused then to gesture toward Lucius, then kept talking. "Hell, I'll do you a favor! I'll throw in a new collar so it's easier for you to keep him on a leash."

The head of Caesar's praetorians had walked over to the door of the chamber after being prompted and he leaned outside to speak with one of the Praetorians there. Six narrowed his eyes. He understood what this was.

Kel getting proper medical care with stimpaks and the like would be delayed until Six had him in his custody again. And Caesar was ensuring that the little trip out to the bunker was finished first.

The life of another one of Six's companions for the speedy completion of a task. The task itself in return the for the Platinum chip.

And the trade which had gotten Kel lashed to a pole and beaten bloody: on man's life for another.

Something sick curdles in his gut but against the entire Legion, in this moment, he's just a little fish.

"Fine."

Caesar smirks and gestures broadly like he's the most magnanimous fucker in the world and he's doing Six a favor.

"I'll even be generous," the tyrant says. "You see my folks know how to treat whip wounds alright, but I've recently got my hands on a new doctor. I'll have him tend to your man, see how he does."

It's just one more twist of the knife and Six glares for a moment before nodding his head and turning and striding away. His eyes briefly skate over the post where Kel's no longer being whipped but he doesn't dawdle or stop. He just keeps walking.

He had already seen the red that flowed down his back.

[theryanitecorruptionandothersins]

The Auditor makes his appearance towards the end of the event. He sobers the crowd with a speech on posterity and rouses their ambition with a toast to the future and a reminder to make with what they leave behind better than what they bereaved on the surface.

or House crashes a Rapture new years party with a dress and a lecture on the consequences of bigotry.

This is set in my very alternate universe where, towards the end of his millenium tenure of supervisor over New Vegas, accidents happen and House finally passes the torch fully on to his exasperated courier and the safeguards they've developed over nearly 700 years of service, to go and fuck around with Andrew Ryan—or a version of Andrew Ryan.

[itsclydebitches]

After ten hours my Fallout: New Vegas crashed to desktop after I hadn't saved in forever. Feels like I'm finally experiencing the game as it was meant to be💜

[azurdlywisterious]

Alright I’ll tell y’all what. If this post gets to 200 notes I’ll drop everything I’m working on to draw mr house in a femboy hooters tank top and booty shorts (because one of my friends thought that was a great idea and I agreed)

[chaosintheavenue]

Courier Sixes of Tumblr: Guess what this is?

[diescm]

[feeshies]

I noticed he looked kinda young in my doodles so I just decided to run with it

Baby Ulysses, idk

[mire-lurking]

If your Sole/Lone/Courier was turned into a mermaid, what kind of a tail would they have? Would they even have a tail or would they look more like a lakelurk?

[xpupbread]

introduction!

hello everyone on tumblr! i am here to look for some friends/mutuals! my interests will be listed below, let me know if you share any!

breaking bad

better call saul

the office

danganronpa

death note

subnautica

fallout: new vegas

the last of us

you (netflix)

the umbrella academy

it (2017/2019 movies)

banana fish

minecraft

soul eater

regular show

gravity falls

a plague tale (innocence + requiem)

resident evil (biohazard + village)

stardew valley

left for dead 2

phasmophobia

undertale

five nights at freddy's

darwin's game

life is strange

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