#wishing4asks

[OCs as Fallout companions ask game]

I have a carrd page for Daisybell, but it’s outdated so I’ll just give a summary:

Daisybell [Designation: Z-01; She/It] is a 4th Gen experimental synth prototype. It is also called the Zenith model, as it is the culmination of the other experimental models that have come to be colloquially called the Daisy Synths/Daisy Experiments within the Institute (this includes El, Cherry, Amphion, Connor, Mallory, and (to a certain extent) Babs)

Daisybell was created to serve as a courser for the other Daisy Synths, who are too overpowered to be kept in line by standard coursers. As such, she herself is incredibly OP and would realistically be game breaking if actually implemented as a companion, but it’s still fun to consider.

As a companion, it could be recruited as an Institute companion, but would continue to follow the player if they became enemies with the Institute (at which point she would take on her pictured outfit & hair, since that is definitely not her “Institute era” look) so long as the player did not bring it back to the Institute, or it would be turned against them. She is programmed to obey orders from the Institute and will do so, but she has complicated feelings and not much loyalty to them beyond that.

Here are some general dialogue lines for it:

Use melee: “This may get messy.” / If no melee weapon is in its inventory: “… My hands will be sufficient.”

Use ranged: [Imitates machine gun firing sound]

Open inventory: “Do I have anything good?”

Be passive: “… Combat protocols on standby. *Under breath, annoyed* Muzzled.”

Be aggressive: “[Pleased chittering sound] Combat protocols active.”

Wait here: “*Petulantly* Go get yourself killed without me. I do not care.” / If underground or in a basement: “Do not leave me here.”

Crippled limb: “Have you seen my— nevermind.”

Limbs healed: “Pops right back in.”

Daisybell’s fusion core is low: “Power reserves at 10%. I require a new core.” / “I am… hungry.” *

Enemies detected: “Permission to maim?” / [Quiet growling]

Player over-encumbered: “I could carry you…. or your belongings.”

Idle dialogue: [softly humming Daisy Bell]

[ocs as fallout companions ask game]

Apologies for the delay on this. I’ve been reworking and revising Amphion on and off for a couple of years and it wasn’t until I was writing this that I finally figured out what I want to do with him. At which point I took some time to solidify him and then came back to this. So thank you for the ask and giving me the push I needed to finally cobble Amphion together properly lol

I should note for context on these lines that Amphion and Cherry share a “network” between them that allows them to share information as well as what they see, hear, feel, and think with each other at will. As such, they are communicating and sharing senses with each other to some extent more often than not, working together as a unit even when they are not physically together.

Also, Amphion has a deceptively deep, mildly gruff voice.

Amphion Companion Lines:

Use melee: “Waaay ahead of you.”

Use ranged: “Killjoy.”

Open inventory: “230 years of synthetic development and I’m being used as a pack mule.” // “Looking for something?”

Be passive: “*Singsong* If we’re brutally murdered in an ambush that’s on you.”

Be aggressive: “With pleasure.” // “Your wish, our command.”

Wait here: “Whatever.” // (If Amphion has high approval) “If you get yourself killed we’re gonna to kill you.”

Crippled limb: “How about an arm for an arm, asshole?” // “Ow!”

Limbs healed: “And back to work.”

Enemies detected: (If told to be passive) “Would you like to say hi to our new friends?” // (If told to be aggressive) “We call dibs.”

Combat finished: “[Sigh] They’ll never learn.”

Player over-encumbered: “[Amused huff] Have fun with that.” // “We should get those extra supplies back to base when we have the time.”

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1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

Heartbreakingly, no. I’ve looked for one on and off for years but have yet to find it. It’s shockingly difficult to find masc voices in the mid to low high range without any nasalliness. And that also has the right kind of inflections…

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

He’s not great at remembering to take time for himself, but when he does he likes to tinker with stuff and work with his hands. Collecting trinkets is another hobby, but he mostly just picks stuff up on his travels rather than going out of his way for them.

His nightly routines of weapon cleaning and personal hygiene stuff tends to be his wind downs, but after starting a relationship with Arcade, they’ll sometimes read together (by which I mean Arcade reads aloud) or Arcade will brush Sol’s hair.

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

Chet. He’s consistently condescending to Sol and treats him like he’s stupid and it’s only by sheer willpower that Sol has stopped himself from wringing his neck. Granted he certainly doesn’t help the situation by being incredibly bitchy in return.

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

Absolutely, at least with the big things. Little things are more likely to fall victim to his memory issues, but he tries very hand to be a person of his word. Hell, you could contact him at 2am to complain about your stubbed toe and still he’d probably show up with a first aid kit and 10 different bandaids

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

He’s got a full moodboard here, but I couldn’t resist making another one, so here’s a smaller one with pics that didn’t end up on the full one

AH SHIT. I just realized that I wrote out an answer for this months ago then never actually posted it. Whoops 🤡

Devil’s Got a Gun — Whitehorse

This is actually a song that got recommended to me for him and it just fit so well it’s become one of his top tracks. The vibe, the lyrics….

It’s easy to overwhelm Sol’s playlists (and fics tbh) with a lot of melancholy and introspectives but Devil’s Got a Gun really hits the sweet spot of Sol’s baseline energy.

For much of his storyline he’s running away from something— himself, his past, the guilt. Honestly he never really learns how to stop, not completely. I like this song as a bridge between the first part of his story and the second (aka the first fic and the sequel that’s planned but unwritten), the shift from chasing after Agustín’s memory to trying to figure out how to live as his own person (and instead struggling to crawl out from Agustín’s shadow)

[wip title game]

Like a Magpie

That’s a one shot I started recently for Agustín’s Marvel/Daredevil AU. @theratmessiah and I had been joking about how Matt constantly throws his canes behind random garbage cans and other questionable places in the Daredevil show, and how it would be funny if Agustín just. went around collecting and hoarding them. His coat closet has become a graveyard of Matt’s poor abandoned canes. So that’s the fic premise lol

The title comes from Catharsis by AlicebanD (though the actual song isn’t really related to the fic, I just liked the lyric ‘like a magpie stealing shiny things’)

Snippet:

The man gasps through bloody teeth as he hits the concrete. He struggles, scrambling, winded, his lungs rattling the cage of his bruised ribs with every inhale. His heart lives in his throat. He lifts his head to the creature prowling down the alley. It fills the space, something fluid and vast that makes the buildings blocking it in breathe with its mass. It’s impossible to grasp the what of it.

The man whimpers. The Devil grins.

[send me 📻 + an oc and I'll give you a random song off their playlist + an explanation of why it's there]

Cats Are Not Lucky Creatures — World / Inferno Friendship Society

Varmint’s luck stat is unnaturally high, nearly to the point of being overpowered. However, walking juxtaposition that he is, that luck rarely extends to the broad strokes of his life. He can flip 20 heads in a row with a coin or have a dozen bullets neatly miss him, but can’t seem to catch a break long enough to get his life together. Ran away from an abusive home only to end up in a worse situation, had his eye carved out as punishment for escaping said situation, got a cybernetic replacement that turned out worse than having no eye at all, made a genuine friend for once only for her to be murdered by some jackass in an ugly suit.

Varmint’s notoriously difficult to kill, once earning the nickname Nine Lives. I’m gesturing vaguely in cat comparisons and the misfortunes of the fortunate. The song also reflects Mint’s general denial laissez-faire attitude towards any problems in their life

Never drawn X6 before, so that had to be remedied