#Courier 6

[ginger-rat]

Go my courier

[sas-afras]

thinking of homosexual thoughts of boone, kissing arcade...

[mellowdisko]

thinking, thinking about this so hard im going to throw up:

Prospector Saloon, so quiet so dim; Courier Six seated at the bar, flipping through a magazine, Trudy cleaning wine glasses, both complaining about the weather. Courier Six with his hand-me-down boots, holding a Varmint rifle, an old gift from an old friend, hunting geckos and coyotes. Courier Six, watching windmills spin in the distance, sitting on his own grave, smoking over it like that checkered-coated man did years ago. In his fuzzy daydreams, in his restless nights sometimes he sees him: in dusty memories so distant, so ancient now.

Courier Six, touching the small scar on his forehead, smiling with a mouth full of yellowed teeth.

Courier Six, who has only heard of the Legion in campfire stories, Courier Six who changes stations when the news sing about that antebellum giant held in Legion hands. Old World far away, unknown and redundant; Hoover Dam painted in crimson, so what?

Courier Six who does not know, who does not care about the bones of the Republic displayed on crosses, the martyrs buried in the sand, all that was lost, all that could have been- Courier Six who does not know because Trudy's beer is cold enough, the water is clean enough, home comfortable enough. Doc Mitchell holds ice over his bruises after a long day and his bed is warm in the afternoon. He watches from his window, his fate asleep, nothing but lone and level sand to be seen, streching for miles and miles, the wasteland resting soundlessly under the lazy autumn sun.

Courier Six in Goodsprings, small and familiar world, hunting geckos and coyotes. Courier Six in Goodsprings, holding an old friend's gift.

He, the nomad who has finally come home. He, who have doomed Mojave with his passivity, his absence. He, growing old in ignorance.

Sometimes, a familiar voice crackles through the saloon's radio, telling tales of a dam bathed in crimson hues, of a war long lost. Tales of twelve-year-old desert boys wearing uniforms too big for them, of bloodstains on the walls of Californian clinics, of red-clad soldiers dying in their twenties for a man who has burned their futures so that his own torch could blaze over New Vegas.

But Courier Six in his little hut, his little town... A simple life of a simple man closing his eyes under a starless sky and into a dreamless night.

[cnidaria-4]

courier 6 living his best robotfucker life and the sole survivor just. sadly watching

[protosymphonette]

sorry josh what'd you say i didn't hear you i was distracted by your fat ass i mean your fat ass i mean i mean

[lucadrewfan]

Happy Pride Month to Arcade Gannon, Manny Vargas, Major Knight, Jimmy, Dr Alex Richards, Mick & Ralph, Ignacio Rivas, and the male Courier

Unhappy Pride to every single man in Caesars Legion and Joshua Graham

[tiny-little-pechen]

On quiet Mojave nights like this, old scars start to hurt

[letalis-psyche]

percieve this. im too obsessed

one thing about ophelia is she is a certified legion hater <3

please prenetd they have cars in the Mojave just for this bit.

[vertyd]

Cherchez La Femme

[guteatter]

summer art since it's getting hot out of my courier six C:

[witch-off]

Wanted to draw my fallout main characters along side with their respective boyfriends

[sixer-was-here]

Broke into a vault and found this fucking thing

Why is it small and why is it not lunging at me

(p.s. This vault is like 100% empty of people, only fancy beds and wine and shit, found a cool suit that fits me and was the only thing without a vault tec logo)

What a devious creature. Don't trust it, it's gonna steal all your caps and spend it on spins at the casino. I know from experience

[valoos]

Sharing this phone background i made

[lem0nicle]

BREAKING NEWS: A LOCAL IDIOT BEATS UP A FASHION CRIMINAL

omg a fallout post?! im falling in love with it again and drew my courier baby danny (im gonna reaork his entire lore probably🫡)

MORE OC DRAWINGS TO COME

[bogdoom]

18-carat run of bad luck

Silly little comic panel thing I made. Hope the layout is not too hard to read, after all, I'm no comic artist. Truthfully I didn't actually have my courier sleep with Benny in my playthrough, but this idea of the Courier wearing Benny's suit when he wakes up popped in to my head and was the catalyst for this drawing.

Cropped version for details:

[doctor-gannon]

I ate a whole mint plant and used every drop of toothpaste I could find in Vegas. And I stole some lady's chapstick. SO GET OVER HERE BOY!!!!!!!!!!

Alright, fine. You've earned it.

[Insert the gayest kiss that ever gayed]