#Fallout 4 OCs

[mae-peachie]

do any fallout artists want to do an oc art trade?? 🧎‍♂️💥

#I have four fallout ocs #two fallout 4 two fallout 76 #PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PL #fallout 4 oc #fallout 4 ocs #fallout oc #fallout ocs #fallout 76 oc #fallout 4 #fallout 76

[18-half-lives]

It's about time I formally introduce these two numb nuts that occupy my head most of the time. My Fallout 4 sole survivor and a companion I made up for him because I think pseudo-human robots are Just Neat.

#My Art #Fallout 4 #Fallout OC #Fallout 4 OCs #Sole Survivor #Synth

[sparrowsingsstories]

❣⁉ for the muse trust test, for Reed and any of yours?

❤❤❤ for Sparrow. Reed helped her out big time and of course, has a dog, and is up for teasing Sean. Plus, he's just a good guy.

❤❤❤ for Nona. She loves that he has a dog. Just 100/10 trust because of dog. I'd say she's not that naive, but she really is.

❤❤ for Mercy. She's really willing to get Reed a chance here. Sparrow obviously trusts him, and that little Hellcat doesn't trust easily. Point in Reed's favor. That'll go up the longer she knows him.

❤❤ for Frankie. Same reasoning.

❤❤❤ for Naomi. Goes without saying that Naomi knows Reed from the BOS. Reed's alright. Not a Lancer, but nobody is perfect. Helped out Sparrow - which puts them closer to perfect. Gives Sean a hard time - makes Reed 100% awesome.

And Finally: ☰ for Vic Hunt - owner of Hunt House, the local B&B and synth safehouse. Organizer always side-eye's the former BOS types until she really knows them. Just in case. Her charges are her focus and everybody else a source of suspicion. Even Sparrow's regard isn't going to be enough to win her over.

#ask game #Thank you!! #Sparrow Williams #Nona #Mercy Hamilton #Frankie Adams #Naomi #Vic Hunt #Fallout 4 ocs

[acroagoraphobe]

The guys fighting are Aaron and Gage (Aaron hates raiders with a passion)

(Yes I have my own design for a post-institute Deacon)

#fallout #fallout 4 #deacon fallout 4 #fallout 4 ocs #First is aaron #then Carrion (hes part Deathclaw) #Oh and stacey is the first drawing

[baldofawesome]

fallout ocs doodles from a few days, spring is my fav

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 ocs #my art #fallout art

[mikey-64]

The Wasteland Royal Rumble!! Longfellow’s old man body got him knocked out immediately, but Cait comes in with a tackle! Dicky underestimated Cait’s ring fighting prowess!! Hancock seems pretty happy to get pinned to the mat by Fighty though. And Fighty is always happy to make fun of his wife.

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 sole survivor #fallout 4 john hancock #fallout 4 hancock #fallout 4 longfellow #fallout 4 cait #fallout 4 ocs #fallout ocs #fallout 4 deacon

[the-dubstep-strawberry]

OC Feels: Paladin Rex Edition

This was of course from Terminator, with Kyle Reese (as played by Michael Biehn, my main Paladin Rex faceclaim), but I liked the parallels between their characters:

Kyle Reese was sent back to the past on a mission to save a critically important lady named Sarah and ensure the future of his faction... he succeeded.

Paladin Henry Rex was on a mission back in the past to save a critically important lady named Sarah and ensure the future of his faction... he failed.

For Rex, however, there was no opportunity to go back in time. He can only look back now and wonder what might have been, if everything had worked out differently...

#Michael Biehn #as Kyle Reese in Terminator #faceclaim #Paladin Rex #Team X-Ray #Our Bond Is Steel #OBIS #Tales from the Margotverse #Fallout 4 OCs #my OCs #he used to be engaged to Sarah Lyons #it sadly became a lovers-to-enemies thing #their rivalry took a tragic turn #he wishes it could have ended differently #one day I really need to work on his origin story #oh God side projects #I'll do it eventually

[crawl-out-through-the-callout]

art dump night!! ft my Nuka World Overboss Val, the World’s Worst Courser X4, and my former Courser Lynn (and herself AS her former Courser self, Z4)

#fallout ocs #fallout 4 ocs #fallout courser #nuka world #courser oc #oc: lynn morgue #oc: x4-48 #oc: fallout val #this is the most femme Lynn has ever looked #'cause I wanted to try shading lipstick and eyeshadow #but she...definitely does not have these #she'd forget

[currynatto]

love at first stab

#currysart #HELLO FALLOUT NATIOOOOOOOON #this is very lazy but i wanted to draw them at least once #i love you fallout 4 i love you #fallout 4 #fo4 #oc: miguel #fallout oc #sole survivor #nick valentine #john hancock #hancock #comic

[vault81]

I've finished my Fallout OC Character Sheet! this is my first time making something like this, but I like how it turned out!

PSD below cut!

Compressed Version!

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout new vegas #fallout 3 #fnv #fo4 #fo3 #fallout oc #i tried to keep it fallout related in some parts #for the first time making something like this i really like it lol #im open to suggestions too! #If you have any ideas how I could improve on this! #also if you use this tag me in it bc im nosy and wanna see your oc's #also if any probs just lmk and i'll see what i can do :) #wait ofc as soon as i upload it i forgot one last thing lmfao #i forgot to add the little boxes at the character profile for the colour palette #ok fixed lol

[chocmoon-latte]

Fallout needs more weird and quirky companions. Take the following examples:

A raider who was kicked out of a gang for "not being like the other raiders" (i.e. he talks to animals and claim they can understand him - he "channels" the animals responses and pretends to speak as said animal)

A super mutant stand-up comedian wannabe whose jokes every single time without fail, always end with the punchline of a human brutally dying

A Mr. Handy bot who constantly makes veiled threats towards you regardless of how good/bad you are

A wasteland girl who writes tragic, post-apocalyptic love stories and self-insert fics (she often writes about "forbidden love" type relationships between humans and ghouls/mutants/robots)

An edgy ghoul who WANTS to turn feral because they're just that bored with being alive for so long

A pair of creepy identical twin brothers who dress up in cowboy outfits and speak in riddles with a Southern drawl. They count as "one" companion because they're always finishing off each other's sentences or talking at the same time. They are NEVER apart

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas #fallout 76 #I wanna turn some of these into OCs tbh

[mae-peachie]

I made a stuffed animal of dragon Lucky!!! Now I have two plushies of him <3

#gotta make a hancock one next #he can't be lonely #fallout 4 #fallout 4 ocs #fallout 4 oc #fallout oc #fo4 oc

[moonlitdesertdreams]

Take the damn shot

A/N: Ohhhhh I've spiraled. Going from Mandalorian fics to writing about a radioactive cowboy with no nose within a couple weeks of each other is totally healthy :) Tags: Fallout, Cooper Howard, Cooper Howard x F!Reader, Cooper Howard x You, Ghoul x Reader WARNINGS: Canon-Typical language and violence. Summary: A single quiet day in the saloon is all you wanted. But somehow, your Ghoul partner is pulling his gun and you're covered in another person's blood. Honestly, it's just typical.

Word Count: 1.7k+

(GIF Credit to @djo)

The Ghoul hates to admit it, but he needs you.

In the same sick and twisted, goddamned way he needs the Vials to stay sane, he needs you next to him. When poison air grows thick and the scorching sun sinks beyond a brutalized horizon, you’re always at his side. Day in and day out, you stick around. Full of piss and vinegar, ready to take on the fucked up world you’re all stuck in.

And Cooper’s not one for generosity anymore, but he gives you credit a lot of the time. He knows he can be nasty, and you don’t mind one bit. In spite of his callousness and general disregard for safety, you put on a chipper attitude and tug him (sometimes physically) along to the next town.  Outwardly innocent but filled with a mutual hatred for Vault-Tec and what its influence had done to the world and yourself, you’d quickly become his diamond in the rough. 

And you shine particularly bright in the shack of a building the Wasteland called a saloon. You’ve made careful friends with a couple of gray-haired biddies- presumably the owners-  in the back of the room, and chat happily with them. Cooper sits off to the side behind you, a bottle of the local brew dangling between his fingers. He’s content for the first time in a while; ass in a creaky rocking chair and boots kicked up on an old milk crate. The brim of his hat is pulled down to hide the majority of his face, but eyes wander lazily from you to the front door. 

Cooper didn’t think many things were nice any longer, but listening to you prattle on with the women warmed something in his dead heart.

“You’re awfully pretty for this place.” The older of the two women, sporting a single eye and an impressively neat beehive style, compliments you. “Gotta be out of the Vaults with that skin.”

The Ghoul tenses, knowing the mention of your 200-year prison would strike a nerve. 

“Yeah. I’m from before the war, actually.” You say it plainly and chase it down with a swig of liquor. “Fuckin’ Vault-Tec.”

The Ghoul’s familiar with your story, from you finding out about the plan to drop homemade bombs on American citizens to your confrontation with the executive group in Vault 31. Little did you know, you’d be sneaking in with no chance for escape. Cooper tightens his fist at the thought of Hank MacLean shoving you carelessly into a cryopod and slamming the button to lock you in. You’d relayed the story to him with watery eyes, and that’s something he absolutely loathed. He had enough personal beef with Hank that your trauma added to his ever-growing list of things to be absolutely pissed-the-fuck-off about.

Finch and Sparrow, as they were so comically named, clutch their pearls in sadness as you tell your story. They fawn over you, and Cooper makes out a few ‘fuck them Vaulties’ and a ‘well as much as it sucks, we’re glad you made it this far’. You sniff just barely and wipe your eyes. 

“Thanks, ladies. It means a lot.” 

The conversation turns back pleasant for the most part, and you’re enthralled as the women pull you into the town gossip. Cooper begrudgingly gets up to piss, comfy as he was, but stops at your side to hand off his bag first. You take it with a nod, more interested in the rumor mill than his whereabouts for the moment. He swaggers to the back door of the saloon, where wind whips sand against his jeans and patters the leather of his boots with tiny rocks. 

Voices drift out the door from inside as Cooper yanks his zipper back up. 

“Is it true what they say ‘bout Vaulties?” It’s a man’s voice, gruff and demanding in comparison to the happy lilt of yours. “Heard your story and always been… curious.”

“If you listened, you would know I ain’t no Vaultie.” Your reply is instant, but the edge in your voice has Cooper stepping a little faster down the short hallway. He reemerges to the sight of a suspiciously dressed man leaning against the wood beam beside your table, a little too close for comfort. 

“Sure you are, darlin’. I can tell by lookin’ at’chya.” The man’s face is half-covered by a bandanna, and a pair of sand goggles are pushed up on his forehead, “Like they say.. everything’s… softer.”

There’s suddenly a hand landing on your shoulder, and Cooper sees red. His gun is pulled before he knows it, leveling at the man’s forehead. 

“Hands off the girl.” He growls. 

On closer inspection the man is probably close to the age you appear. Above the bandanna, weatherbeaten skin turns into frizzy ginger hair. He’s wearing a typical duster type coat, and the goggles are leaving red marks in his forehead. Cooper decides he’s taken shits more attractive than him. 

Probably smarter, too. 

“Fuck off, Ghoul.” Is the reply Cooper receives, sending  a flash of white-hot anger through his already irradiated body. “I wasn't talkin’ to you.”

It was all too common, being brushed off. At this point in his life, it actually brings a smirk to his face. Your mouth is even tipping up at the edges, having had many interactions with the can of worms this guy was prying open. 

“Listen man, I think you should let it go.” You warn and try to stand from the broken chair you had been carefully perching on. The red-head doesn’t relent, and pushes you back down into the chair. It wobbles dangerously as Cooper stomps closer. The movement prompts your captor to pull his own gun. It’s a crudely made pipe pistol, but able to shoot flying projectiles into your brains nonetheless.

“Get your goddamn hands off her before I decorate that wall with your fuckin’ skull.” Cooper yanks the hammer back on his pistol, hesitating at your close proximity.

The redhead pulls his bandanna down and Cooper watches you lean away as you recognize the scent and characteristics of a Fiend. His teeth are hanging loosely at crooked angles, and the pock marks around his mouth from scratching his skin open drip blood and serous fluid. His gun is trained on Cooper, but he freezes when he sees the Ghoul shift forward. 

“Ah ah ah. How’d you like me to put a bullet in her instead?” The Fiend tugs you to your feet and nuzzles at your hair as he presses the barrel of his gun to your ribs. “I’d love a taste myself.”

The suffocating need to keep you safe and at his side fills Cooper’s corroded veins as you scowl at the Fiend whose nose is pressed dangerously close to your cheek with rotten teeth bared. Rage ignites from the anger he’s already feeling. 

BANG. 

Cooper’s watching when the red spray of blood washes over half the saloon, but still doesn’t quite comprehend what’s happened. His gun didn’t fire, but the scent of ignited powder fills the air. You fall to the floor along with your captor, and the aforementioned rage boils over. He holsters his gun and scrambles to pull you away in the chaos.  

Thankfully, a quick once-over shows you to have no injuries, but the same can’t be said for your attacker. A foot away the Fiend lies still, about five pounds lighter from the gaping hole in his chest. Gore from his wound is splattered thick across your face and neck. Your eyes are pinched closed to avoid anything unsightly entering them, and you lash out blindly when Cooper grasps your arms. 

“Let me go, you rotten bastard!” The Ghoul catches your right hand before it can hook into his jaw, “I’ll kill you myself.”

“Quit squealin’ sunshine, it’s me.” Cooper growls

While he’s getting a handle on your flailing limbs, a shadow covers the both of you. Cooper glances up at the one-eyed old woman who’s sawed-off shotgun is still smoking in her left hand. 

“I know your brain is shrunken and all, but next time take the shot sooner.” She bites. “And feel free to clean up my damn bar.”

Cooper is torn between staring at the older woman- Sparrow, he thinks-  and trying to contain your squirming. He’s not too fragile to admit he really doesn’t want to take a punch from you right now, so he wipes the back of his hand across your eyes and tugs you to sit up beside him. 

“Cooper?”

He huffs a laugh at your incredulous tone and flicks away the remnants of blood littering your skin “The one and only. Open your eyes.”

They flicker open slowly, and you pout at the blood congealing on your clothes. “I just got these pants.”

Cooper sets a hand on your thigh and squeezes gently. “I’ll buy you a new pair. S’Long as you promise not to get Fiend all over those ones too.”

You thrust an elbow into his ribs at the jab and climb to your feet. Cooper follows with a dramatic groan. 

“Old man.” You tease over your shoulder, observing the carnage from Sparrow’s well-aimed shot. A kick to the corpses’ ribs follows, sending a splatter of blood across Cooper’s pants. You shoot him an insincerely apologetic look. “She’s right, you know.”

The Ghoul follows your gaze to Sparrow, who’s hollering at any remaining patrons that dare tread too close to the mess, damning them for tracking blood around the bar. 

“‘Bout what?” 

You lean into his space, the scent of blood thick in the air. “Take the damn shot sooner.”

Cooper grabs the back of your neck and yanks you forward in a hard kiss. The blood transfers easily onto his lips, and he licks it off while pulling away. “Fucker deserved more than one shot.”

Possessiveness floods his mind and he squeezes the soft flesh beneath his fingers. 

“I’da strung him up by his balls if I got my hands on him.” He mutters, tracing another finger through the blood and popping it into his mouth. “After grabbin’ onto you like that.”

You lean into his chest and let a smile curl the corners of your lips up. “All for little ol’ me?”

The Ghoul pinches your bloody cheek. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

-------------------

thanks for reading, much love ❤

Read More: Fallout Masterlist

#fallout imagine #cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #cooper howard x f!reader #The Ghoul x Reader #the Ghoul x you #cooper howard x oc #fallout tv series #lucy maclean #walton goggins #fallout fiends #possessive!cooper howard #fallout #fallout 4 #fallout new vegas #ghouls deserve love too #the ghoul

[sparrowsingsstories]

If you have a BOS oc and want them to show up in Sparrow's story, let me know. She spends some time (a few months) as a "member" (thanks Maxson for just kinda...conscripting her...) and can use some friendly folk.

So far @alder-berry 's Sean is there and @bokatan 's Reed will be making at least one appearance. Maybe more. :)

And yes, she meets Danse. And yes, he's good to her.

Maxson? Not so much...

#sparrow williams #Fallout 4 ocs #Writing stuff #Maggie Writes

[necromosss]

Shocked me the first time i see him do that fr fr

#fallout 4 #fo4 oc #fo4 nick valentine #oc: Jonathon #fallout

[lacquerheadd]

you got a thing for antiques, huh?

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #nick valentine #sole survivor #sketch #wip #art #digital art #oc #fallout4 #fall out 4