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Choke me daddy
Hancock: Fuck!
MacCready: No SWearING on mY
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Fallout 4 Companions:
Irish fistfighter
British tin sphere
French tin sphere who undergoes species reassignment
Egg wearing sunglasses
d o g
beef jerky
Mr. Metal for Hands
Racist Buzz Lightyear
CNN
a n o t h e r s e t t l e m e n t
Actual rotten toothed trash rat
Green idiot dumb meat man
The android sent by cyberlife
Hot swamp grandpa
tin can with boobs
h e y b o s s
Lone Wanderer: Little Lamplight? The mayor canāt be too bad
Kid Maccready: hnnnng stupid ass fuckin mungo
Lone Wanderer:
i want to write something. i have an idea. but i have garbage writing skills. also no notebook..
update: i finally bought a notebook. and now my copy of fallout 4 isnāt working and i want to cry.
hancock / negan crossover.
Danse: um I have a joke to cheer you up.
MacCready: You, a joke?
Danse, hesitant: Donāt be sad, because sad backwards is das, and das not good.
MacCready:
Danse: Robert?
MacCready, screaming: DANSE JUST TOLD A JOKE!
Hancock, somewhere millions of miles away: OH MY FUCKING GOD
i want to write something. i have an idea. but i have garbage writing skills. also no notebook..
ArcadeĀ ā Iāve only had courier with lowĀ intelligence for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myselfā Gannon
come on down
sweet dream:)
Companion Headcanons
Cait: Cait always smells of blood, be it just a little hint or a scent so strong it overwhelms everything else. Her fingers and wrists constantly ache, and they bother her particularly when it rains. Her nose has been broken so many times that sheās lost count. Sheās always light on her feet, and has the habit of bouncing on her toes when sheās bored. She canāt stand to be in one place for too long.
Codsworth: Heās never silent. It doesnāt matter if he isnāt talking, thereās the constant hum of engines to keep sole company. He will attempt to tidy raider bases if heās not really paying attention to what heās doing. Sometimes he checks for software updates even though he knows full well there arenāt any. Runs into walls on accident. He canāt understand why Curie would choose a synth body. He never says anything about it.
Curie: She moves unnaturally, like a woman used to a body other than this one. She reaches for things when both of her hands are already full, then laughs about not having three arms anymore. When she stands still for a long time, she sways on her feet. Her hands are always cold, even in the summer. She knows things that she shouldnāt, things about soleās allergies and whatnot. Sometimes, she forgets privacy. Sole hopes she just forgets.
Danse: Thereās always a thick scent of metal on his hands and clothes. He smells very faintly of Maxsonās cologne, no matter how long itās been since he was last on the Prydwen. His hands are roughly calloused, but so are his shoulder blades, hips, and knees because they rub against the metal frame of his power armor. After Blind Betrayal, thereās always an extra bullet in his gun. Itās for no enemy but himself.
Deacon: Heās forgotten what color his hair used to be, and heās not interested in remembering. There are disguises of his hid all throughout the Commonwealth. He remembers some things that happened to sole that even they donāt remember. There are some stories he tells that he doesnāt know if they really happened or not. He will sometimes lie about events that sole was there for. He never lies about Barbara, because he wants to keep that story clear in his head.
Dogmeat: He always smells like wet dog and something rotting. He growls at strangers if theyāre not properly introduced to him. He has never broken soleās skin while playing with them. His nails are always worn down from walking on pavement. Sometimes, when sole talks to him, it seems like he understands more than just basic commands. He brings presents to people he likes, ranging from wrenches to dead mole rats to raider hands.
Gage: His skin is always vaguely sticky, particularly his hands. He doesnāt understand soleās fascination with finding their son. He has fewer scars than sole would expect, but in odder places. His back has always hurt, and he suspects it always will. He hates the flavor of Nuka-Cola, but heās practically addicted to Nuka-Cola Dark. He always shoots first.
Hancock: He wears cologne, but it never quite masks the smell of rot that clings to him like a film on his skin. Heās constantly afraid of going feral. Addictol makes him violently ill, and he knows because he tried to get clean once. He flirts a lot, with practically anyone, and loves to see the jealous look on his partnerās face. He also does it to reaffirm that heās still worth something, even if that something is just a sexual want.
MacCready: He forgets to move, sometimes for hours if sole is working in a settlement. He does not startle easily. His skin is always cold, no matter how near to a fire he is. His hair never gets tangled. Heās thin, almost scarily so, and no matter what he eats he canāt seem to gain weight. His gun has a name that he wonāt tell sole. Itās Lucy.
Nick: Nick forgets, sometimes, that people need to sleep. His coat hides patches of missing skin and exposed wiring. The metal hand makes him incredibly self-conscious, and heād wear a glove if they didnāt all shred within a week. Some of his metal frame has sharp edges, and if sole isnāt careful they can easily get cut. He doesnāt need to eat, but he does out of habit. Smoking is the same way.
Old Longfellow: He knows when thereās a storm coming in by the aching of his joints. Slowly, heās building up a resistance to the effects of alcohol, and he knows it wonāt be able to help him forget, soon. He has huge gaps in his memory, sometimes for days, where heās been blackout drunk. He hates Far Harbor, but he knows thereās no point in leaving because everywhere else is just as bad.
Piper: Unless specified, nothing is off the record. Sheās constantly looking for the latest story, the latest article, and if sole doesnāt explicitly tell her not to publish something, they might find some of their words in the paper. She would take a bullet for her sister. She has taken a bullet for her sister. Nat doesnāt know about that incident, and she intends to keep it that way. Her hands and fingers are permanently stained with ink.
Preston: He has infinite work that always needs doing, so every mission he sends sole on is necessary. The General is his ultimate weapon, for situations where thereās no other option, where heās done playing nice and itās time to prove the Minutemen arenāt to be trifled with. He still has nightmares about Quincy, and heāll never forgive himself for it. He has long scars on both of his wrists, but that wonāt help morale, so he wears the gloves to cover them.
Strong: Heās surprisingly intelligent. If sole pries, he will remember a time before he was a super mutant. He hates to remember it, though, and will quickly change the subject. He never lies. Sole isnāt sure if he can. Sometimes, he forgets friend from foe. His senses are the most enhanced, and he hears or smells threats often long before sole sees them.
X6: Heās silent when he walks or moves at all. His skin is always hot to the touch, and nothing can cool him down. He has no clue how long his lifespan is, and though he doesnāt fear death in combat he does fear death by natural causes. His eyes are incredibly sensitive to light, hence the sunglasses. This is because heās been adapted to be able to see in the dark. He works best at night.
modern au gage has a smart phone and uses twitter but all he posts on there are pics of him pointing guns at bugs and spiders that he finds in his house
You know what? I wish Bethesda didnāt use NPCS or shitty workbenches on the loading screens⦠instead I wish it was the companions so you could zoom in and out on their butts while your stuck loadingā¦
fo4 characters according to my mom
āhydrate this manā made me lose my shit.
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