nope... Just...nope...nasty.

learning important skills at the third rail

ok

You know... like that one image... yeah

You're my best friend

Now I've no one to tell

You dig us, baby! We’re the Tops!

old tops poster concept :) aris and her champagne act

I think this is why I have such a hate for it, because essentially this is just canon fan fiction. It has nothing to do with the original writers for the game’s lore it’s changing. Not even a nod or cameos or anything for the game writers who created and worked on the franchise. Just completely disregarding them and making their own shit up.

often forgets that his knowledge and others people's knowledge Does Not Overlap most of the time. Spouts obscure/forgotten information and reacts with bewilderment if anyone doesnt know what hes talking about. His shock is genuine confusion: he only brings it up if he thinks there is an overlap. Its an attempt at conversation.

Has a habit of repeating himself verbatim if someone asks him to clarify. As in, if they don't understand what he's says, not just they didn't hear him, he doesnt pick up on that. He assumes it was an issue of not speaking clearly enough. So he just repeats himself, even though they need explanation and a rephrasing

Empathy will be the death of him. His first instinct is usually to try to Fix Whatever Is Upsetting someone, but he's pretty bad at gauging when someone wants comfort, Fixing, or to be left alone. Since joining the BOS, opts for the second instinct of Politely Ignoring their distress. Will offer brief condolences and then continue like normal even though his stomach is knotting.

Goes from clingy to Get The Fuck Away From Me in an instant. Gives friends whiplash. If Danse likes someone, he wants to be by their side 99% of the time. The 1% happens out of nowhere and he just wants to be alone in his garage and tinker with his weapons and not have to speak for a few dozen weeks. The other companions mistake this for him being pissed off or broody. No. Danse has a beer, he's fiddling with his laser rifle, the radio is playing country, and he doesnt have to make eye contact with anyone. This is his happy place.

Has a weak sense of smell after taking a Super Mutant's club to the face as an Initiate, but still has scents that make him violent. Strangely, the wasteland and it's monsters' stenches dont bug him too much. Its pre-war perfumes he has beef with. Lavender makes him irrationally upset, as does anything with sandalwood. Anything rose-scented will actually make him puke.

Will eat anything, not a picky eater, but does have a select few foods he cannot get down. Bug meat? Whatever. Don't ask him to eat mirelurk, though. The smell, the texture, the taste—skips dinner with the other companions if Mirelurk's on the menu. He's not the only one who hates it, so the Anti-Crabcake Club will run off and find a proper dinner.

The fact that it all turns out to be fabricated in the end is kind of perfect .

When Alacrity was little she had this annoying little habit of unscrewing panels and wandering around the ductwork and pipework of the vault. It is half of the reason she's as savvy a mechanic as she is, however she did once become trapped in a quickly filling overflow area which lead to a lifelong fear of fast moving deep water.