#sole surivor

[newvegascowboy]

yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i shall fear no evil

[4th-fallout]

Sole Survivor: "Hey Nick, what do you want to eat?"

Kellogg, inside Nick's head: "The souls of the innocent."

Nick: "A bagel."

Kellogg: "No!"

Nick: "Two bagels."

[fallout4reacts]

Hey!! I wanted to do a little something for the fallout community here on tumblr!! I drew of few of the Soles / Fallout 4 OCs !! In one way or another, all of your have made the community so full of life and love and it’s amazing. And you guys are just a few of the amazing people here on tumblr making the fallout community so great!

I’ll probably (hopefully) get around to colouring these later! (Hi yes I am aware the one text is backwards plz ignore it orz) sorry my style is very inconsistent...

Tags in order

@commonwealthcass @kirain @red-flare-art @galoogamelady @hawkfurze @pistachiozombie @esuerc @fanartcity @smodell13

[nukanora]

OC Profile: Sierra Hawke

Name: Sierra Marie Hawke, formerly Nora Elizabeth McKay Age: 25 Height: 5′2 Coloring: Gray eyes, black hair, fair skin with light freckles

Background: Nora McKay was the wife of Sole Survivor Nathan McKay, who was shot and killed by Kellog. Her memories were preserved and planted into a synth recreation that, along with the child synth Shaun, were created in an attempt to convince Nate to side with the Institute. In the wake of the Minutemen’s assault on the Institute, she made good friends with Danse, who was also dealing with the ramifications of being a synth. After a bit of internal struggle, they elected to get the mindwipe with a connected background as siblings. After the mindwipe, she takes the name Sierra Hawke and Danse takes the name Jon Hawke. They stumble on the Nuka Transit Station and end up running the Gauntlet. It’s only chance, and Gage’s insistence that it be clear exactly who is the Overboss in the event of Colter’s death, that Sierra is the one who ends up as the new Overboss of Nuka World.

[falloutarchive]

Hello, I just started a new play through and I’m taking a journal of their adventures, for any suggestions of how they might react to stuff? For reference her name is Shirley, she’s about 37 and she’s fairly sarcastic

I’m gonna reply on the second ask hold on

[traumatas]

Just two cool wasteland dudes B) Hunter belongs to @salzkunst

[cucksworth]

GAYBOY69 and Caesar thankfully have good enough vision and perception to hit their targets. GAYBOY69 also loves a bit of igniting things so he absolutely loves the incinerator. Caesar is a little more simple and while he uses a lot of different weapons, the 10mm pistol is his favorite.

Archie and Dan have horrible perception. Archie needs glasses and he doesn’t have them, so he can’t see far enough to use guns effectively. He uses mostly knuckle-based weapons or relies directly on his bare fists. Dan is blind in one eye so his depth perception is severely affected. With a baseball bat that can cover a lot of area depending on how it’s swung, it’s his goto weapon in any situation.

[forlornmelody]

HOLD ONTO YOUR BUTTS. I’ve figured out how to screenshot ME1. 

I’m not sure if it’s noticeable, but I gave Jane Shep a slight makeover. In my first playthrough I was like “SHE’S IN THE MILITARY. LITTLE TO NO MAKEUP.” This time, though? I know I’m going to be staring at her face, a lot, so I might as well make it nicer to look at. This is also as close as you’re going to get to looking at my face. So, enjoy. :P This first pic is what I would call a neutral expression. Her resting face. 

This bonus pic? 

This is Jane disagreeing vehemently about Nihlus. Watch yourself, Pressley. Your XO is not amused. 

For those new to the party, this is my main OC--Jane Shepard. She was an enforcer for the Tenth Street Reds before enlisting under a false name she borrowed from an Alliance Recruitment poster. She’s (in?)famous for surviving the thresher maw disaster on Akuze. Later she’ll fall in love with Kaidan (and um...associate with Thane), attempt to save her clone, destroy the Reapers, and settles down with Kaidan in Vancouver after the war. (She’ll also have a run in with her Clone, who supposedly survived, and then joined the Reds under her old identity.) Jane appears in quite a number of my fics, including: Never Meet Your Heroes, Double the Trouble, and Inside An East Side Dive.

[lady-of-rohan]

🎄 Merry Christmas from Dolly and Nicky! 🎄 (X)

[maple-smoked-dicc-blog]

Hancock and Darius being cute. Hancock loves to rub his face all over Darius’ body. Darius is a bashful boy.

Other doodles of my friend’s @harvest-honeymoon Sole Survivor Anne. I love her.

[kala-hira]

So I have been having an issue with wrapping my mind around anyone pre war actually surviving in the wasteland, let alone romancing anyone so soon after their spouse died so I decided to go a different route as my brain and heart were not in the default back story given by Bethesda. So I decided to veer far from canon and doing my own thing instead. This resulted in the birth of the White Wolf.

She has no name, no personal memories. She can remember how to do everyday things like how to care for herself, how to fix her equipment and how to fight but she has no recollection of any friends, family or even where she grew up. Since waking she has had some flashbacks of fleeting moments but they seem foreign and wrong to her. The files she found in the base where she woke speak of project White Wolf, a cybernetic enhancement project started by the government and later contracted out to Vault Tec. In the files it lists a Jane Doe, military personnel who was severely injured beyond recognition in battle but still survived despite these wounds. She was elected as the first candidate into the program yet the project was never finished due to the war so she was left on ice. While she is stronger and faster then the average human due to the cybernetics she also suffers from weak lungs, a low immune system and chronic pain. For now she goes by White Wolf and searches for clues as to who she is and why she has been re awoken after 200 years.

[chenria]

Cassie Winters - my new Sole Survivor with whom I might try to go the Danse Romance (or headcanon Arthur Maxson... which is more likely) ... not sure when and if I’ll actually go to play her, but I was glad I got one of the saves from June right before leaving the vault to change appearance and all without having to go through the “escape the vault” all over again. 

[arideya]

Final version

I think I’m done tweaking it. Changed the color of the coat to light brown, the BOS jumpsuit underneath to that washed out greenish thing and changed the boots to more worn-out military ones, plus added pouches for those bullets. And ofc the beanie, because beanies are love. Oh and I’ve added her most important tattoos yep. Looks much better imho and more rugged. Maybe I’ll add ripped parts on the bottom of the coat or something.

[followingfallout4]

Maxson/Sole - Formal affairs Part III

Aka the one where things get heated.(Ah I loved writing this part. Personal favourite part hands down.) Best part is under the read more. Truuuust me.

I hereby also want to thank everyone who’s been liking, reblogging and especially commenting on this. I read the tags I read the comments and they make my day.  THANK YOU! Inspired by this post  Part I here, Part II here Next part up again in less than 24hrs PART III: Sole had to take big steps to keep up with Maxson’s determined pace. She noticed a difference in his body language when he was going to reprimand someone. Clearly, he was pissed off. As they arrived at the place the window gave out on, they indeed found Jonathan. Once again he was one of the only people so far to focus his attention on her, and seemed oblivious to Maxson’s shift in attitude. “ Ah, what a pleasure to see you again!” The man next to him looked a lot less entertained by her presence. Before anyone could act on Jonathan’s joyful greeting, Maxson spoke. The vulnerablility in his speaking about his past had disappeared entirely. He sounded like he did at the Prydwen, when someone had to be put in their place. 

“ Good evening, Jonathan.” He gave him a short nod as it dawned on the man that he must have heard what had been discussed here mere minutes before. “Paladin commander Jones, my consort overheard you as you were critiquing her skills. I will point out to you I am Elder and I won’t have anyone question my decisions. This includes my choice of partner as well as who I opt to raise in rank. Sole is a Sentinel, a rank you are aware of that it is under no circumstances given lightly. I would not have entrusted her with such responsibility and such an honour were I not convinced she is more than capable of defending the Brotherhood’s best interests. She is one of the most formidable fighters I’ve ever known, and aided me in permanently taking out one of our greatest enemies. If ever I hear you openly critique her again or find out you plotted against her, I will have you trialed for treason. Is that understood?” His eyes were set on the Paladin Commander, a rank Sole remembered to be relatively high as well. The man clenched his jaw, and gave a short nod. Maxson’s voice easened but his body language did not. He still towered over the men, shoulders pushed back a little and head held high. Sole wondered if this had been in his ‘Becoming an Elder for dummies’ training package back in the day. “Then I bid you both a pleasant evening. I’ll see you at the meeting tomorrow.” However it was never entirely possible to forget who he was, this encounter and his reaction in itself reminded Sole of Maxson’s actual power. Unwillingly, it also reminded Sole of a certain event at Listening Post Bravo. As he walked back to her he pulled her closer to him and kissed her on the top of her head, knowing both men were still looking on. He made eye contact with the Paladin Commander as a final warning. 

“Thank you.” She said as soon as they got back in their room. “But you didn’t have to do that.” He took place on the bed again and grabbed the report. “ They questioned my authority in questioning yours. I simply cannot have anyone undermine my orders.” She nodded, just being reminded of how easily Maxson threatened people. “ Was that necessary though? He looked like he wanted to …” “ Sentinel, he couldn’t harm you if he tried. Not on my watch.” She decided to let go of what had happened, dealing with some very conflicting feelings. On one hand he defended her, on the other he just threatened a high-ranking member of the Brotherhood based on her word alone. He looked at her as she went back into the bathroom. She closed both the door and the window. She had overheard enough for one night. As she stood in the shower she tried to think of whether or not he was truly just doing this for himself. Diplomatically, what he had done was everyting but a smart move, after all. This had been personal. If he truly wanted to put him in his place only to solidify his power, he would’ve ensured more of an audience. Even if just to set an example.  As water was running down her face she tried to think of to which extent she was seeing the real him… was it this man? Or the man talking to her before? In the meanwhile Maxson put down the report and layed down, hands behind his head.  To his confusion, Sole seemed to keep more of a distance after he defended her. She wasn’t one to be this taken aback from someone critiquing her. He even knew it to strengthen her resolve in anything she did. He knew that telling her she couldn’t do something would only result in her taking it a step further. It often was the root of insuboordinance but in it reminded him too much of his own impulses to do something about it in her. He was wondering what would happen tomorrow, whether bringing her had been a good idea if her resolve had indeed weakened. Then again, this was an excellent opportunity to find out who truly stood by him and who would attempt to undermine him when given the chance. But to ensure that he wouldn’t have to ask Cade for an infertility report he would have no other choice but to convince them that they were together in every sense of the word. When Sole left the bathroom, depping her long wet hair with a towel his eyes locked on her instantly. “ What are you wearing?” She had a silky nightgown on. A pre-war dress she never really liked but which had somehow also survived the apocalypse. Codsworth had carefully guarded the clothes which had survived. “ First of all; I wear whatever I goddamn please. Second; I usually sleep in my underwear when I have an actual bed at my disposal. I’m only wearing this thing because of you.” Maxson wanted to bring up that he didn’t care much about how little she wore to bed, but opted against it to avoid her misinterpreting it as him making a pass at her. She layed down on her side of the bed, consciously ensuring she wasn’t touching him with any part of her body. She needed to reassess the situation, ensure she wasn’t fake-dating a ruthless power-hungry warmonger. Or at least not just that. She was still convinced there was more to him, as he proved yesterday. She had to keep finding out more about him to ensure she could complete what she came there to do. “Is it common to marry within certain families?” “ Common, yes. Required, no. “ “ So me being your girlfriend is a bad decision in their eyes.” “ Certain traditionalists might be opposed to you. Nobody whose opinion I care about. Originally no outsiders were even excepted within our ranks, let alone in our beds. The majority of those present will be pleased I brought along a woman for once. ” In the loaded silence which followed she looked at him. He was thinking about something. She felt it, she saw it. There was a tension which didn’t just come from her. “ What is it Maxson?” He looked at her. “ Do you advise us ‘practicing’ acting like a couple?” Sole shrugged. “ I don’t know Maxson, you tell me.” “ Perhaps we need to practice how we show physical affection.” She looked over at him, surprised by that answer. “Okay, get up then.” Ordering Maxson around and him actually listening was barely common, she had to take advantage of the situation in that way at least. She walked over to put on her heels, making sure he wouldn’t have to bend over to do this. “ Alright, how would you kiss me?” He tilted his head a little and narrowed his eyes as if inquiring to what exactly she expected of him.  Sole rolled her eyes.  “ Kiss me.” He walked over to her, put his arm behind her waist and pulled her really close in seconds. She had her body pressed against his. Her eyes were locked on his and she felt her heartbeat race. She was painfully aware of the contours of his body and resisted the urge to slip her hand under his shirt. His face was centimetres away from hers. He got closer only to let go of her again and take a step back, Sole nearly stumbled and took a moment to regain her composure. Breathe, don’t stand there, say something. “Well that was disappointing” No, don’t say that. “ I mean, nobody’ll be convinced by that.” Better. “You usually have better follow-through than that.” There’s another innuendo. She blamed Deacon for getting her overly fluent in those. Maxson walked over to the stand with the liquor. “ On second thought, this mission to convince them feels overly forced. Most likely since I’m aware of the fact that we have no actual romantic feelings towards one another. I refuse to ‘instruct’ anyone to show me physical affection and shouldn’t have brought up the topic.” “ You’re not. You didn’t. This was my idea.” Sole was annoyed at the big boss seemingly being capable of threatening people left and right but kissing her seemed like a tough task.  “ Only out of loyalty to the Brotherhood and your Elder. There are certain things I won’t ask of you, Sentinel.” “ Oh for fuck’s sake. You want to get them off of your back? Then you’ll have to put in some goddamn effort. If you can’t do it now, you definitely can’t do it in a room full of people.” He remained stoic. “I can’t recall last time I valued someone else’s opinion over my own. My decision is final.” Sole knew they had to do this at least once for him to get over it already.  She ran up to him and kissed him full on the lips. He hadn’t seen her coming in time so she managed to knock him into the wall. Well, at least that’d convince some neighbours someone was having sex in the room. He didn’t respond to the kiss, grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back. “ Sentinel.” He growled at her again. This time she was focussed, immediately looked at him with a challenging look in her eyes and said “ Just proving my point Elder. That was my choice. So if you don’t wanna do this have the balls to admit the reason is you being too damn … ” He grabbed her by the waist again, more forcibly this time, and kissed her hard. It felt like he wanted to prove he was still the dominant one, the true alpha in the room. When Sole deepened the kiss by grabbing his hair and pulling him closer he one-upped her by slipping in some tongue. This wasn’t just kissing, this was full-on making out. Sole had no clue how long they had been going at it before he broke it off. Damn. They looked at each other from a small distance, locking eyes, heaving and still both having a predatorial  look left in them. Under any other circumstance this is where she would’ve flung herself at him and things would get out of hand. But this was Maxson. He looked up and exhaled. “ Will that be convincing enough?” Ah, what every girl wants to hear after such a kiss. “ You’re such a charmer Maxson. Honestly. That was borderline scandalous for your ‘officials’. But at least we got over that ridiculous presumption of yours.” “ Sentinel, I asked whether you think this would be convincing.” Was he trying to set boundaries or something? “ Certainly, ‘Elder’. ” She wasn’t mad at him, just frustrated. The mental conflict still raging in her mind somewhere on the background. Including flashes of him threatning Danse resurfacing, reflected in him threatning another high-ranking official. Judgment blurred by the fact that he did it to protect her. But in the line of fire there were other feelings. If Maxson turned out to be a ruthless monster after all, which she refused to believe after their conversation, he was still a damn good kisser. One that had her blood racing. He broke of their little staring match. “ I’m going to bed. Good night.” He took off the shirt again, given how heated Sole had gotten mere minutes ago this only added to her frustration. Did he know? It didn’t help that he also took off his jeans. He was sleeping in his underwear? Well fuck that then. She grabbed the drink he had poured before her ‘attack’ and downed it ad fundum. She realised he had at least had the fluid against his lips as the feeling of the kiss came rushing back with the taste. She put the glass down a little too hard and slipped out of the dress, leaving on only her underwear. As she got under the sheets, she accidentally bumped into his half-naked body. Turns out he was already counting sheep, or ventibirds, whatever goes. He didn’t seem to notice her change of attire, yet when she bumped against him, he put his arm on her middle and pulled her closer. His arm stayed in place, as if he to some extent had claimed what was his. Sole had no clue what to do. She tried to get away but couldn’t, his arm a bit too heavy to lift from this particular position. At least he was warm. She figured this was his own damn doing so she might as well go with it. She repositioned his arm a little to get more comfortable and pushed herself even closer against him, going with her own instincts. She tried to fight the thought that she could get used to this. Emphasis on tried.

[jilldrawblog]

so...that Nick Valentine, huh