#the railroad and brotherhood both make sense. they have people who can figure those parts out! The minutemen... do not

[obessivedork]

Was.... that supposed to be the end of FO4? 😐 Like once you've blown up the Institute you get this random nostalgic slideshow that has nothing to do with ANYTHING and that's it? You beat the game! Good for you! But we'll place you back into the world to keep playing I fucking guess? What's going to happen to your friends and The Commonwealth with all the decisions you made?😐 Don't ask us! Not like we're going to make an RPG with the infamous RPG IP, that would be silly!

[teamhawkeye]

🍓 ok listen hear me out i know you said not your cyberpunk ocs, but WHAT IF (also all of your other ocs 🙌)

asdfghjkl; - you’re really gonna make me pull something outta thin air for them, huh? FINEEEEEEE

Anna: Before the Collapse, she was closest to Staci Pratt in all of Hope County. He was less instrumental in showing her the ropes - like Hudson was - and more into showing her how to have a good time while the county descended into a bigger mess. She came to enjoy her time on patrol or behind a desk with him, since he did his best to keep the atmosphere lively; he was also the only one to be able to convince her to head to the Spread Eagle for drinks after work instead of heading home to her rented place to be alone and even while some of his antics and flirting exasperated her, she really liked him and enjoyed his company. She’s greatly affected and angered by his transformation under Jacob and is fiercely protective of him, prepared to do anything to get him back.

Reese: Her father drew away from his children following his wife’s death and it only got worse for him when the Collapse happened. He eventually withered away, unable to be inspired to continue on despite his children’s best efforts. Even while he was still alive, Reese looked to her brothers for male role models, as they were the ones to care and teach her more than anyone: specifically, her elder brother Danny, who had always been fiercely protective of her and always pushed her to the heights he knew she could reach.

When she reaches Hope County, Reese is drawn in by Joseph Seed’s magnetism and finds herself accepting him as a father figure, despite warnings from the former Resistance members she’s allied with. He initially provides a steady reassurance that she felt denied by her biological father and she’s taken by the  

Kate: One of the very few possessions she has and prizes above all else is the photo or her and her father, James, taken on her 10th birthday. When Amata pleads for her to return to Vault 101 and help her with the coup she is staging, all Kate returns for in her former home is that picture and leaves everything else behind when she is banished once more. The other things she cherishes are the holotapes of James’ diaries working on Project Purity both before and after she was born and being able to hear his voice again...she replays his voice so often that the tapes start to run and she has to make her replays more sparing to preserve them.

Jem: Has a very strong connection with Joshua Graham upon first meeting. She’s in awe and a little wary of him, having heard the stories of the Malpais Legate and the Burned Man but comes to admire him. Joshua in turn sees the help she provides, but also the brutality and cruelty that lurks inside her from her former self - and that comes out to rears its ugly head from time to time - and sees a great deal of his younger self in her and hopes to steer her away from the path he walked. Eventually, she proves herself able to overcome the darkness that lurks inside when she takes mercy on Salt-Upon-Wounds and convinces Joshua to spare him. They part ways when he takes the Dead Horses back to Dead Horse Point and she returns to New Vegas to prepare for the upcoming battle at the Dam, but they both have a feeling of “in another life, maybe...-”. He gives her his pistol, A Light Shining In Darkness, and it becomes her sidepiece from that moment onward

Deckard: Deacon is her best friend: they have similar senses of humor and he can make her laugh like no one else can. Deacon always sees the goodness inside her and how she tries to help people and admires her maintaining nobility even in the strange, cruel new world she finds herself in. While he disapproves of her allegiances with both the BoS and the Railroad, seeing the danger there in trying to straddle both lines, he comes to understand her perspective when she can’t support the worst of the Brotherhood’s bigotry but also can’t support the Railroad turning a blind eye towards the suffering of those who aren’t synths. He joins her with the Minutemen to take down the Institute and elects to remain in Sanctuary from time to time to look after her, following her depression after she kills her son, Shaun.

Eventually, his feelings become more than just friendship but he’s willing to hide his love for the sake of her happiness with Danse after they become a couple. However, she approaches Deacon when she and Danse consider the possibility of having a child, and he becomes father to her daughter, Ripley. Deckard comes to acknowledge she loves Deacon as well and he rounds out the strange little family they now form together.

Cyberpunk 2077 OCs: since you convinced me to maybe have two characters instead of picking between two names, they’re gonna be Brody and Hudson Stark. Brody is female, Hudson is male: a younger sister and an older brother. As is tradition for most of my characters, their names are inspired by other fictional characters i admire or like. The last name “Stark” comes from my boy Tony Stark. “Brody” comes from Chief Martin Brody of “Jaws” and Hudson comes from Pvt. Hudson of “Aliens”. I haven’t had a female protag with red hair before so Brody is going to have red hair

...and that’s legit all i’ve got so far, lmao. they’ll take shape the closer we get to release and more info is put out, and then they’ll go through major overhaul once i actually play the game through once or twice

thank you for asking!!! <3 <3 <3

[incensus-nix]

.: town gossip :.

❝ Only some people dream of night’s like this... ❞

❝ And here we are, living it... ❞ Linda tilted her head up from Preston’s shoulder and smiled. She was so grateful to come home at night, to a bed and roof over her head. And every night she’d fall asleep next to the man she adored, her loneliness had long abandoned her. 

❝ Making it a possibility for others, ❞ He added, pushing his nose down to hers, then the both of them reaching to the others lips and pressing them softly against one another. Preston shocked himself by falling for his commanding officer, but neither one of them tried to fight it. Linda, though in charge of the new chapter of the Minutemen, needed Preston’s guidance through it all. They were a team, and the strongest the Minutemen had ever been...

Paladin Danse spent most of his night distracting himself. Brittany would only go so far to help him but she was struggling with being too over bearing and too aloof. She had no idea what he needed, but she wasn’t about to ask either. Danse had no missions, no reason for really doing anything other than being a glorified guardsman for a town he didn’t really want to be in. 

Brittany saw it more as an opportunity to do what she set out in the Brotherhood in the first place. She got lost in their ideology, the part where they completely discriminated against those unlike themselves. It was supposed to be a group that kept technology falling into dangerous hands. But, it would seem, they were the dangerous ones after all.

❝ Hey, Danse -- ❞ Brittany slowly made her way to the front gates of Sanctuary, where the Paladin stood overlooking the bridge towards the rest of the Commonwealth. 

Knocking him from his internal thoughts, he turned to the other soldier and nodding cordially. ❝ Knight Hart. ❞

❝ It’s just Brittany, now... ❞ she reminded him, then followed with a light grin. 

❝ Right. Of course... ❞ He turned after nodding again.

A lot of their conversations seemed to always start the same, with one of them needing the other’s attention and not knowing what to do with it afterwards once they had it.

Rubbing the back of her neck, she acted more on impulse, pushing herself into his line of view and standing in front of him. ❝ Time to get out of that power armor. ❞

❝ Uh, Brittany, I’m -- ❞

❝ No longer on guard duty. C’mon, we have someone up for the night shift anyway... ❞ She insisted, patting the metal chest of his armor.

❝ They’re not sufficiently equipped to handle a night raid, I should -- ❞

❝ Danse! Stop lyin’, they’re fine. ❞ She laughed, pushing on him to back away from the bridge now.

His awkwardness in the situation lead him to just following her lead, now continuing for him to move to the rack where he hung his suit, and him exiting out of it, slipping the power source out of the back of it.

❝ Alright, so what’s the meaning of this -- ❞

Brittany pointed up at the stars, then smiling. ❝ It’s a clear night at you want to stare at a broken bridge. C’mon, ❞ she said, waving for him to follow as she raced towards the houses surrounding the cul-de-sac, reaching up the sides of the garage and pulling herself up to the roof. ❝ Get up here, Danse. ❞

Disapproving, he shook his head. ❝ Are you out of your mind? Climbing onto a house that’s build on this weak infrastructure could be disastrous. ❞

Brittany groands. ❝ We’d fall maybe six feet through a roof. Besides, they’re sound -- ❞ Brittany jumped once to prove her point, though one shingle broke off and she landed slightly wobbly. 

Jumping out with his arms extended, he panicked slightly on her landing. ❝ Seriously, get down. ❞

❝ I’m not getting down unless you come up. ❞ Popping out a hip and resting her hand over it, she challenged him to act first.

❝ That logic makes absolutely no sense. ❞

❝ It doesn’t have to. I want you to come up here now and enjoy this damn view before it goes away. ❞

He was stubborn, unwilling to budge. ❝ It’s like this every night, I don’t see what need there is to look at it now. ❞

Brittany, her posture faltering, just turned from him and decided to take a look for herself. ❝ Because it’s different now. It’s not just the night, it’s beyond. Beyond all this and the Brotherhood. Beyond these wars and radiation... We’re not the center of it all. They remind us of that, that nothing that we do is gunna change the universe... ❞

Danse, quietly, pulled himself from the garage and climbed onto the roof where Brittany stood, watching his every step. Looking up, he blinked a few times, taking in what she said. ❝ Are you trying to say that nothing that we do matters? ❞

Looking over for her eyes to look to his, she shook her head. ❝ Not... like that, I suppose. It’s just... We’re supposed to do what’s right by others. In the end, it doesn’t really matter how we do it, as long as we don’t make this anymore of a hell than it is. ❞

Not saying anything, Danse just folded his arms over his chest. He wasn’t sure if she agreed with her, but what did it matter? All his years of loyalty was thrown down the drain now. And she still held onto those beliefs for no other reason other than that was all he knew. ❝ Can we make a difference still? Is being here the right thing? ❞

❝ Yeah, I think so. Maybe we just haven’t figured out what that is yet, though. ❞

❝ You seem awfully sure of yourself. ❞ He peeled his eyes finally from the skies, then down to hers that’d already been locked to him.

❝ Danse, I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t even know if being here is the right thing, but it seems like we’re doing right by a lot of others. ❞ He pushed his lips together, wanting to argue but without an argument. She could see right through him, touching to his bicep. ❝ Why can’t you be content with that? That we are protecting people, just as we meant to do with the Brotherhood. ❞

He was conflicted, but it was more than just helping people for him now. That’s what the Minutemen did. They helped people. The Railroad used their own form of vigilante justice that he didn’t approve of. He just wanted to eliminate the threat that made him this thing. This hallow being flaunting as a person. ❝ We might not be Brotherhood of Steel anymore, but I know what I want to do. ❞

Brittany knitted her brows together, unsure of his next words. 

❝ We have to get rid of the Institute. So that no one has to live like this. If they’re a person or not. If they’re valid. ❞

❝ Danse, we’ve been over this -- ❞ But she was cut off.

❝ Hart, I know what I am. And I know that through it all, I had you. And I can take care of myself in a firefight if threatened because of it. But for the rest of them? We can’t keep living a world were synthetics are coming out of the woodworks and replacing people. I don’t even know if I am a replacement, but I know that I won’t let it happen to anyone else. Not again. ❞ His tone meant his word was final, and in truth, Brittany wouldn’t argue it. There was meaning in his words that did speak to her ideals as well; that the fear of synthetic people would be eliminated if they stopped their creators.

Pulling onto his arm and wrapping her own around his, she sighed. ❝ And what about those that already exist? ❞ Those like Danse.

❝ That’s up to them. They have to find their own peace. Their own sanctuary. ❞

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❝ 50 caps says they’re fucking. ❞

❝ Stop. ❞

The mayoral ghoul laughed as he continued to irritate his redheaded companion, her hand in her chin, rolling her eyes as she looked away.

❝ -- Did I hear we’re placing bets? ❞ Deacon slid in almost on queue, Bethany not far behind to grab for a bottle of wine behind the bar and pop it open. She made herself comfortable sitting on the countertop, drinking straight from the bottle and listening in.

❝ No, no one’s placing any bets, ❞ Mina argued, giving a deadly glare to Hancock.

Deacon pouts a bit, pulling up a chair and sitting on it backwards, leaning his folded arms over the edge. ❝ Aw, party pooper. Who are we betting on, anyway? ❞

Hancock and Mina looked at each other, knowing very well they needed a lie to cover up the fact they were strictly speaking on Deacon and Bethany.

❝ Danse and Hart -- ❞

❝ -- Kensington and Garvey. ❞

They looked at each other, no longer on the same page, Mina clenching her jaw.

❝ My entire cap bank on Linda and Preston, we know they’re been at it for a while. Ha, I win, ❞ Bethany spoke dryly, drinking again from the bottle.

❝ Yeah, that’s like... Common knowledge. Stay up late enough and you might even hear them go at it and talk about dreams and rainbows and just how awesome they are. ❞ Deacon dragged on, pushing up his sunglasses.

❝ Fine, 100 caps on the Brotherhood of Dicks and Assholes. ❞ Hancock changed it, arching the torn skin that might’ve once been eyebrows. He had no problem with increasing the bid and the drama now.

Looking up to Bethany, Deacon slide down his glasses, herself mimicking the ghoul’s expression. It wasn’t at all out of the question, but they seemed too uppity to really get too involved with the other. And still...

❝ 150 caps, ❞ Deacon blurted out, knowing how well this could go. He was curious and nosey enough to find out for himself, setting up a plan to spy on them all on his own just to see. 

❝ I’m not betting. ❞ Mina shook her head, leaning back into her seat and crossing her arms. ❝ This is invasive and stupid. ❞

❝ 200 caps says they’re not, ❞ Bethany now including herself, sliding herself lower on the bar top and getting extra comfortable.

❝ So, 100 caps saying yes, another 150 caps saying they are, 200 saying they’re not, and nothing to a sour sport? ❞ Hancock looking around, pleased with the slight bit of discourse he’s caused.

❝ Oh, are we playing a game? ❞ Another voice entered the room, Linda, taking off her tricorn hat and smiling with unknowing amusement. ❝ I want in! ❞

Bethany snorted, rolling herself off the bar and throwing an arm over Linda’s shoulder. ❝ Oh, sweetie, if you only knew -- ❞

Deacon added his own echoing laughter, Hancock now wheezing and Mina in possible physical pain. ❝ Kensington, just stay out of this one, for your own sake. ❞ Deacon tried to get her to drop it, but it only made the other woman more upset and curious.

❝ You guys are so mean! You never tell me anything -- ❞ Linda protested, annoyed that they were excluding her from their shenanigans once again.

Bethany, in perfect tact as always, just leans into Linda’s ear, but speaking loud enough for the rest of the group to hear. ❝ Do you and Preston had sex? ❞

Linda, smacking Bethany’s chest, then pushing the other woman off of her and grabbing her wine to take a drink herself. ❝ You guys can be such... such assholes! ❞

❝ Oh shit! ❞ Hancock roared, along with most everyone but Mina, who still found this all incredibly immature. ❝ Minutegal’s got a dirty mouth after all. ❞

❝ Not that we didn’t deserve it, ❞ Deacon added, now reaching over the bar to help himself to a drink to take the edge off.

❝ It’s none of your business, leave us alone. ❞ Linda just sighed, drinking out of the bottle just as Bethany did. ❝ You guys are so immature. ❞

Bethany just shrugged and stole her bottle back, jumping up on the bar top again, and settling herself back on her perch. ❝ We’re betting on if Danse and Hart go at it at night or nah. What’s your take? ❞

❝ Don’t get involved, ❞ Mina orders, looking at the other poor woman. ❝ It’s just not worth the stress. ❞

❝ You guys are horrible, I’m on Mina’s side. I’m not getting involved. ❞ Linda just hangs out by the redhead as well, clearly with lines being drawn.

Deacon, looking over to Bethany, nudged her to make room for him on the counter top, sat next to her pouring himself a drink. After Linda’s final proclamation, eyes all went over to observe the Railroad’s finest screw ups; all judging looks.

❝ What? ❞ Deacon noticed all eyes over at them, challenging them to answer at all.

Bethany, pushing her lips to the side, jumped down after a final sip of wine and handed it over back to Linda passing them all by and leaving the room. ❝ I’m going to bed. ❞ 

The awkward silence fell over the gang, Deacon slumping his shoulders and taking a shot of liquor. ❝ Give it up guys, you get nothing. ❞

Following Bethany’s exit, did both Danse and Brittany enter the bar area, looking for something to wrap up their night with.

❝ Holy shit, now it’s a party. ❞ Hancock wheezing out a laugh again, finding it the more he talked about people, they just appeared on command. He was started to believe he had a gift.

❝ Obviously we missed nothing then, ❞ Danse said in retort, Deacon even impressed with the remark. He cheered to that; the soldier maybe having a bit of personality after all.

❝ Damn, ❞ Mina just said in exhaustion. ❝ I’m ready to call it a night, already. ❞

Brittany just curled her lip at the comments, going for a beer, seeing that everyone else seemed to be helping themselves in the middle of the night. The bartender was going to lose it when he saw his entire stock had been broken into.

❝ I’m not, let the games begin -- ❞ And with that, Hancock cheered to himself in an all knowing fashion. He wasn’t one for gossip, but this might’ve been the juiciest he concocted and he was all for seeing what it would unleash.