Tag: fallout

liviacolomar:

sole survivor at the museum of witchcraft: dude this place is creepy. i keep hearing these heavy footsteps…. hancock you got anything to take the edge off?

hancock:

pnkboylars:

every npc ever: stay away from hancock and goodneighbour, he’s bad news

hancock after one (1) day of travelling with u: hey so i made us these friendship bracelets

crawl-out-through-the-fallout:

maccready: i cant cuss cos i promised id be a better person

me: threatens people for money

maccready: YES

me: steals

maccready: ENCORE

theundercovercanadian:

nuka-rockit:

I will never get over the fact that Nick Valentine, the 100% mechanical synth detective, complains about the stairs in Vault 114. You don’t need to sleep. You don’t need to eat. I refuse to believe you have knee pain, Nicky

Which leaves only two possible reasons for this:

Either his empathy for the person who just rescued him is so strong that, despite not being affected by the Vault layout himself, he feels for them and complains in their stead to show solidarity. Because he’s a bro like that

or

the “Old Weathered Gumshoe” personality subroutines are SO STRONG that he cannot help but continue them aesthetic statements (like…smoking despite not being able to process nicotine. youre wasting smokes nick stop it), including the verbilization of what could be summed up as “man I’m too damn TIRED and OLD for this shit why cant crime just sit down for one second. Damn those kids and their supple young joints” 

Warning: headcanon ramble below

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vape-inculta:

arcade: im trying to do research on how to make new medical supplies, we’re bound to run out if we dont figure something out soon.

the courier: [shoves a broc flower and xander root into a syringe and injects it directly into their blood stream]

arcade:

ssquidsss:

can we talk about how high the companions in fallout 4 set the bar for wasteland fashion???? like??? john hancock is killing it as an accurate 18th century dandy. piper wright looks like she might burst into any song from Les Misérables and i am HERE. FOR. IT. preston garvey coming thru with that refined cowboy aesthetic. paladin danse… that fur collar?? that kinky ass choker?? it’s a yes from me. deacon absolutely rocking that quiff and those sunnies. nick valentine out here in a whole ass noir detective getup and chain smoking cigarettes even though they do literally nothing for him. me??? i’d be holed up in the corner of some dilapidated Walmart in the black hoodie that i’ve been wearing for the past 10 years, my hair a greasy mess, my glasses askew and my ugly ass face covered in acne. ridiculous.