#TINKERING-SURVIVOR

[marchofprogress]

[how about a hc for "alarm"?]

send hc + [word] for a related headcanon

WX-78 does not "feel" pain, not in the same sense that organic creatures do. Their systems will send distress signals if their parts are damaged, which while an important thing to have it can get overwhelming fast, especially if their mind is already preoccupied with many other things (surviving in immediate danger, for example).

They can't simply "turn off" these alarms, as much as they would like to sometimes, but they will simply ignore them to the best of their ability if the damage cannot be immediately repaired.

The loose joint in their shoulder is constantly firing off these signals. Seeing as its something that can't truly be fixed, it remains ever-present, like some form of robotic chronic pain.

But, truly, what is pain but the human body attempting to fire off signals that there's something wrong? Is their hurt that different from ours? (Well, WX-78 insists that it is.)

[cease-starvation]

Cont. from X

@tinkering-survivor​

Wister stared at him for almost an uncomfortable amount of time.

Looking into his facial features, then down to his shoes and back up at his sheepish wave. Yep, they could kill him- They idly waved their hand back, their branch-like arm making a slight creaking noise. They didn't really know where to go from here, but looking at the mysterious machine behind him. That caught their hollow eyes.

Walking around the gentleman, then glancing at the surrounding area which was covered in some sort of mess. Probably from the strange device, they curiously tilted their head at it. Walking closer to the broken mechanical mess.

" Whhat this ..? " They ask, pointing at it with a finger. But when a piece of the machine popped out with a small *bang*, it even getting a little close to throwing a rock at them. Wisteria jumped back in surprise, then let out another hiss-like yell in anger at the offending device. Glaring at it, now they weren’t sure if they should climb it to see it’s insides or destroy it somehow. Guess it depends on how dead it really was.

[bcrcavcd]

["Slip" for the drabble/headcanon prompt?]

A Word for Some Writing | Accepting

The twins were usually careful when playing, especially when the day was rainy. But sometimes, lessons could be forgotten. They were mostly safe, as they ran around the gardens in the front of the house, no one needing to watch the girls due to how close they stuck to the house.

It was a game of tag, the same as it usually was. Wendy was it, she usually spent the majority of games being it, since her sister was a lot more athletic than she. Although Abigail didn't make things too unfair when they played, at least letting her catch up sometimes, some of the jumps that she made could be a little difficult for Wendy to replicate.

Upon one of those particular jumps of escape, Wendy felt herself a bit more daring than usual. It was only across the stone wall that marked the garden off, which was only a foot high. It wasn't too hard, and Wendy was sure that she could make it. So, she jogs up to meet and jump over it, but that ended quite differently than she believed.

Instead of making it, her foot landed upon the stone, which caused her to slip upon it, falling into the muddy garden below with a few bruises to show for it. Abigail rushed over to her immediately, sure that a game wasn't nearly as important as the health of her sister. "Gosh, Wendy, are you alright?" she asks, looking over the mildly injured girl for anything more serious.

Despite how often Abigail came out on top in their physical games, Wendy didn't think about trying to cheat with this. Instead, she nods in response to the question. "I'll be fine, but can we take a break for a little while?" Wendy requests, not only wanting to sit down after all this commotion, but wished to change her skirt, which was now covered in mud from the garden.

"Deal, you wanna play hopscotch after that instead of tag?" That, at least, felt a little bit less messy, and a little more fair of a game to play. Wendy nods, while Abigail offers a hand to help her up. The offer is taken, and the girls make the walk back toward the house, discussing how they'd explain the whole ordeal to their mother.

Wendy would need to be more careful next time, but she was always glad to have someone around to pick her up when she fell.

[the-valianter-valkyriest]

[oh, and ★(dealer's choice)]

workin with wigface for simplicity's sake

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[leavingautumn13]

photos taken seconds before disaster

[reference]

[nukaberries]

Hellooo again!! Glad to see your up and going again! could you do sole acting gullible to all of deacons tall tales but they eventually tell him they know he’s making things up but just go along with him cause they like hearing how creative he is with his lies.

HI!! Yeah, it's about time I brought this blog back from the dead lmao, I've been meaning to get around to it for a while now, so this is long overdue. As for this request, I love Deacon so much (I think I just have a soft spot for silly guys w sunglasses tbh???? Because I also love Johnny Cage from Mortal Kombat) Deacon deserves way more love though, I don't think I ever would've romanced him personally, but I do wish the option was there for the Deacon lovers.

//

Deacon with a 'Gullible' Sole

Deacon doesn't question it initially, most people tend to fall for his lies, apart from the likes of his fellow Railroad agents, who are more than used to his antics.

Besides, saying he's a synth isn't exactly something that Sole can disprove, unless they plan on killing him to find out, which doesn't sound like an ideal outcome, if you ask him.

But when Sole seems to believe his claim that he's the real leader of the Railroad, no questions asked, he starts to wonder if he's just a good liar or if Sole is somewhat naïve.

He decides to test out his theory, seeing how bold his lies can be until Sole stops falling for them.

At first, he starts small. "Hey, did you know I once beat a Super Mutant to death with a box of Sugar Bombs?"

They eventually get more outlandish, until he's effortlessly convincing Sole that Carrington is a Brahmin, who became sentient and has a really good surgeon.

He has more fun than he expects to, telling the most ridiculous lies he can think of, coming up with intricate stories behind them, more to entertain himself than anything.

Eventually he starts to feel a little guilty about all the lying, surely, this is just bullying at this point, especially when Sole believes him wholeheartedly every single time.

So, he decides to come clean... Well, Glory insists he comes clean, by threatening to put a dead bloatfly in his bed.

Much to his surprise, when he tells Sole the truth, they simply nod and tell him that they've known all along.

He hadn't planned for this outcome, and it starts to make him question the whole situation. Who'd been fooling who?

Sole explains that they'd known he was lying after taking a look at the 'recall code' he'd given them and after that, they'd just enjoyed seeing how creative his lies could get.

Admittedly, Deacon can't help but be impressed that, for once in his life, he's the one being tricked.

But he will make a point to dramatically sulk about it for a few days, his pride is a little hurt after all.

[hood-ex]

Welp. Dick can jump/fall again. He had to tackle an inner blockage which had something to do with the knowing that he was supposed to die instead of his parents. TT has written it so that Dick normally jumped first in his family's routine. The Graysons changed their routine that night. Dick's parents jumped first, so they died instead of Dick.

[alstroemerian-dragon]

man. thinking about how the survivors all desperately need new hobbies

like. okay. sonia’s a great example. off the top of your head what are her hobbies? probably learning about and researching true crime and the occult, and watching j-dramas/anime, right? but if you really think about it, her fascination with japanese culture very much feels like her just desperately wanting to fit in and massively overcompensating. so while i do think she probably enjoys those shows, theyre definitely not as popular in her kingdom as she claims (not that im saying she’s lying on purpose, just that. well, when you feel embarrassed about someones reaction to you liking something, sometimes you’ll try to make an excuse for why you do yknow), and plus, its not like they have access to a lot of entertainment media for a while post program. as for the occult/true crime stuff…

look me in the eye and tell me junko did not use that against her. do you really think junko enoshima would not see a girl obsessed with the study of serial killers and not try and warp that into a fascination with her?

i think that stuff leaves a bad taste in her mouth now. and after committing and being complicit in the committing of the kind of crimes she used to be fascinated by, its kind of hard to find the joy in that anymore, yknow? the occult stuff could maybe still be enjoyable, but with how often it feels like there are ghosts lurking around every fucking corner and her dreams are filled with screaming corpses its kinda hard to be fanciful about that stuff.

so. girl needs some new hobbies.

its not much better for the others, either. akanes hobbies were basically working out, doing parkour, eating, and sleeping. the first two are downright impossible for the first several months after waking up, and for the foreseeable future any kind of physical activity is going to be, to an extent, difficult just due to how much chronic pain and weakness she’ll probably suffer the rest of her life. she can get to a healthier weight and a stronger muscular build, but its not going to change the fact that she gets out of breath and sore much faster than before. as for eating… well. thats gonna be a sore subject for a while. so all she has left is sleeping, and sleeping all day is, as ive been told by many people, kind of a depression symptom? and theres no way the others would sit back and let her do that.

girl needs some new hobbies!

kazuichi, from what we can tell, had a few more normal hobbies. in game you can find him gaming with chiaki, and he seems to enjoy coming up with schemes and plans for silly stuff, but overall he just loves his tinkering. he may be the ultimate mechanic but first and foremost he just loves fucking with machines and engines and finding out what makes them tick. but even that isnt gonna work anymore. sure, he could game. if they had any fucking consoles. or a working computer network. or any games. but none of that is happening for a while, if ever. as for his tinkering, it’s gotta be a similarly sore subject to sonia’s training and tutoring as a princess. its too closely linked to what he did as a despair, too closely linked to his talent, to not make him feel like screaming when he smells machine polish. i think he definitely could get back to a point where it genuinely brings him joy again, and before that he definitely forces himself to use his talent and knowledge because they need it, but. its a complicated problem.

the guy needs some new fucking hobbies.

and of course… fuyuhiko.

fuyuhiko… doesnt have any hobbies.

like okay can you think of a single thing from the game (or fuck even the anime) that implies that he has anything he actually does For Fun. he has a sweet tooth. hes dedicated to his clan. he went to the zoo with peko one time. he got in fights at school. thats… those arent hobbies. fuyuhiko doesnt have any hobbies!!! someone get this boy some fucking knitting needles or a book to read!!!! please!!!!!!!!!! i think it would genuinely help him a lot to have something to do instead of just sitting and stewing in his own trash fire of a brain speaking from experience. learn to sew, read some fantasy novels, learn to play the guitar, something. im begging you.

and hajime is his own fucking can of worms.

he probably had hobbies before the Horrors. right? he probably played some video games, maybe liked martial arts films, maybe sketched in the margins of his notebooks. rode his bike sometimes. but now? nothing keeps his interest that long. everything becomes monotonous after a while, and sure, sometimes thats the draw. with stuff like fiber crafts the point is sometimes making it muscle memory so you have something to do with your hands. but other times its not. and his ability to basically excel in most things you put in front of him has to be so fucking boring after a while. a lot of the point of having hobbies is that you arent perfect. the draw is learning, is getting better. even reading can become nothing when any nonfiction book has knowledge in it you already know and any fiction book you can intuit the ending from the first few pages. he probably reads Lightning Fast now too, so it cant hold his interest for long.

he probably has to constantly be switching hobbies and outlets. cant stay on one thing too long, or the ennui starts to set in. that sounds miserable.

someone get these kids some hobbies, man

[callmewisteria]

Something Dicey (At The Precipice Of Something New Chapter XLIII)

Having made it past the Rust Devils, Paladin Danse, Scribe Haylen, and Knight Rhys enter the Fort Hagen Hangar with the unusual robot to track the Mechanist and their minions? Dr. Amari, Curie, and the Lone Wanderer receive an escaped synth at the Memory Den who wants to tell what he knows about the Institute before having his memory erased? Nora and Cait take in the progress being made in constructing the signal interceptor while ferocity in Nora's will continue to crack her? Having been admitted into the facility wherein Dima stored his memories by the Children Of Atom, the General, the detective, the secretary, and the General's right hand man and his daughter begin to retrieve the memories of Acadia's leader? Shaun and Nate look over what they have been informed of regarding the luring of Nora to them and the Institute and discuss a potential new member of the Institute with Dr. Alana Secord and Dr. Madison Li, who present them with further push back to what had been kept from them and the rest of the Directorate for far too long?

A lot is moving. Read it on AO3, ff.net, and/or wattpad!!!

[sassenashsworld]

Betrayal

Had this idea... dunno where it will lead If you like, you can follow on A03

Betrayal on Ao3

Chapter 1 : Who I am

"Are you with us, buddy?"

This voice is one he recognizes. That he should recognize. He understands and feels it deep down. At the bottom of who he believes he is. The whole thing remains weird. Like floating. He can't figure out where the confusion came from or what it means. A bodily response overtakes him, and he shakes his head, attempting to open his eyes.

It’s easier than it seems it should be.

Everything seems excessively confusing.

A reflection appeared before his eyes. A reflection on a black and glossy surface. The surface radiates a bright yellow, almost golden glow. Amber? He is no more certain than he is certain of who he is and where he is.

He's uncertain who he is.

And it sounds familiar.

He let out a growl, but something seemed odd.

A grunt almost echoes, but at a considerably higher pitch than his.

"Quiet!" the voice speaking to him barks back to the other person. "Eh, Nick, are you with us?" He asks him in a concerned tone.

Nick… This feeling of familiarity reappeared, as if a bubble was about to burst on the surface of his mind, only to disappear into the depths of its meanderings.

Nick…

"Nick, is that me?"

His voice almost astounds him. He understands objects, words, concepts, and meaning. So why is he missing anything else?

The man leaning on him takes a breath and seems terrified. However, this expression passes quickly over him, as if he swallowed his emotions faster than the air he had just exhaled. He stands quite upright, and 'Nick' can see other individuals surrounding them.

"She really messed up big time, unbelievable," scolds the man wearing the black glasses.

Behind him, a small man knocks feverishly on a weird keyboard in front of an unfamiliar screen. Something feels peculiar for 'Nick', as if things should be different. A formal but warm voice emanates from the room.

"We are putting forth our utmost effort. Disregarding the directive she gave renders it impracticable to overcome the institute's procedure."

The man with the sunglasses looks to another part of the room, and 'Nick' follows suit. A woman is shackled and stands alongside them, with a gag on her mouth that has been carefully inserted, depriving her of the ability to talk.

'Nick' doesn’t like the turn of events.

He's not sure why, but seeing this woman like that twists his stomach.

"Why did you restrain her?"

"Nora turned her back on us and was on the verge of handing you back to those who created you. Luckily, Ellie spotted the problem from a distance and alerted us to the fact that there was something wrong with our friend here."

"Our comrade Synth," says the small man on the keyboard, nervously.

The man with the glasses growls in defiance, as if he is not convinced.

"There is no definitive confirmation, and unless we perform an open cranial examination, the truth will forever remain elusive. And if we were to examine her mind this way, we would bid farewell to our only means of acquiring the remaining information."

"The remaining information?" asks 'Nick' in a raspy tone, oblivious of how raspy it can be because he feels nothing in his throat that could explain the anomaly.

The more he discovers about his position, the more questions he has.

Who are they? Who is he? Who is this Nora? What treachery are they referring to?

"What hell of command she used against you to render you … useless."

Nick nods again. He'd like to know more. He should understand. Not only for the sake of his soul, but because it is in his nature to desire to grasp everything. He is good at it. He picks up on even minor details rapidly. He understands deep down.

He's quite good at it.

It is a truth he is more familiar with than his given name. It is his nature, his life, and he understands it.

"Detective… I am a detective."

The stare behind the glasses appears to converge again on him, and sounds reveal to Nick that everyone in the room held their breath for a little while. The man again leans to support his gaze, it seems.

"Can you recall?"

"I know," he simply replies. "It's like a fact."

"What's your name?" inquires the woman, who had previously spoken with the man wearing spectacles.

"I…I do not know. You say Nick? That sounds fair to me. But I'm still missing so much."

Another man comes out laughing, a genuine chuckle that appears to throw the man with sunglasses into total disarray.

"This individual is truly inestimable. He cannot remember his own name, but he is adamant that he is a detective."

"Shut up, Danse. I don't get what's hilarious. Nick being offside is the worst thing that could happen in the Commonwealth."

"At least we know why Nora targeted him."

"No, it's unclear why Nora singled him out. We can't quite understand why Nora was targeted in the first place. We can't fathom what happened to Nora that caused her to deactivate her most loyal companion."

"Lover," the woman, out of the sigh of Nick, replies.

"What do you say, Doctor?" The man with glasses asks, as if she had just hit him with a baseball bat at the source of all men's pride.

"Hold on, I'm just about finished decrypting this memory. Once it's done, he'll be able to access it."

Nick instantly feels a veil rise in his brain. A flood of recollections rushes across his mind. Not in great quantities, but in excellent quality. He then realizes that the doctor, whoever she is, is right.

And he wonders if she was actually able to access the memories that made him flush.

"Nora," Nick reminds, "is my partner. She... we rely heavily on each other."

He returns his focus to the woman in cuffs, who looks at him coldly. He had never seen such coldness in those eyes.

Nora would never look at him in that way, according to what he could remember.

That woman isn't Nora.

And he's a synth...

[marchofprogress]

[maybe Victorian for the skins prompt? maybe WX has some sort of bug or virus, or we could give Wagstaff an Illness™ - whichever you prefer]

skin-inspired RP prompts

Something was very wrong with them.

They don't remember the last time their body had malfunctioned in this way. Had it ever occurred before? Well, if it had, it certainly wouldn't have been theirrrr

WX-78 staggers forward as they nearly trip over their own feet, managing to raise their arm in time before they slam against the tree next to them, the force of their body causing the entire thing to shake.

Everything feels so slow. Their processor is having a difficult parsing anything, all of their movements feel as if their motors are jammed, and everything in front of them feels so horribly bright. It's unbearable. They're glad to be out here where none of the fleshlings can see them, at least; they would hate to see how they would react to their current state. Amusement, pity... or maybe some of them would attempt to take advantage of such a vulnerable state.

They can figure it out on their own. Maybe their systems diagnostics last night weren't as thorough as they should've been... Regardless, they can at least try to get something done. It shouldn't be too difficult, even if something in their systems is actively working against them.

...Maybe just a bit longer here. Maybe they can just recalibrate their systems very quickly... they don't remember there being any creatures out here that could disturb them, so they shouldn't have to worry about their current abysmally slow reaction time. (Well, they're still better than a fleshling, they're certain, but some caution is still optimal.)

[cease-starvation]

It wasn't a terribly out of ordinary day in the Constant - a bit chilly, perhaps, but not wholly unexpected around this time of year. One might claim this to be the perfect weather for taking a nice, relaxing walk. If only the pleasant atmosphere hadn't been shattered by a sudden ruckus coming from off in the distance somewhere.

"Why!" *SLAM* "Won't!" *SLAM* "You!" *SLAM* "WORK?!" *SLAM*

Wisteria spend most of their time wandering around. Occasionally waving at any nearby tree that hid a sleeping treeguard just waiting to be awoken. They were also practicing walking on their two legs instead of all fours like how they used to do.

It was largely calm, except for the very loud noises. Which instinctively made them drop to the ground, and do a sort of, yelling, hissing noise into the air, not unlike a cat in a fit of panic. Trying to intimidate whoever startled them.

But once they realized that it was just some other survivor having issues in the far distance. They only relaxed a little. Watson wasn’t here to introduce them, and it still didn’t exactly trust strangers yet. ...But.. The older gentleman did say to give others a chance. Not all of them were out to kill anything they saw.. They thought about it for a couple moments, then figured to might as well take a look at who they were dealing with.

They slowly, slowly crept up to the distracted stranger, crawling onto the grass, through the trees, the bushes, as silent as a fox until they were right behind him. He was only a little taller than they were, which helped diminish some of the uneasiness. And he looked rather old too, old people proved to be trustworthy. And even if he was dangerous, they could probably either run away fast enough or hurt him easily enough.

They stared at the back of his head for a rather long while with their empty, intimidating look, until they let out a rather raspy, flat greeting.

“ ..Hi.. “

[bcrcavcd]

[1 and 25 for the "‘Extraordinary’ Muses" prompt?]

Extraordinary | Accepting

When did you realize you had an ability?

"Well, I never realized it was an ability at first. When I was a child, I had only thought I was seeing things. When it came to the ghosts of the constant though, it was a bit different. Certainly, I could understand the spirits around me, and I knew what they were, but it never came up until I met other people within the constant. I thought it was some sort of part of the world itself, like the Pigmen. But when I met other survivors, they could see Abigail, but apparently hearing what she said was a different story. So I suppose that answers your question?"

25. Do your powers cause you any discomfort?

"It's something I've had to work with, but yet. When it comes to releasing a ghost into the world, whether it be Abigail or a ghost from the grave, their comings and goings can give me such a splitting headache. After some time it subsides, but it isn't quite the best. Don't tell Abigail that, though. I'd rather her not worry."

[the-valianter-valkyriest]

[✿]

A thought about them that they’d never share: She still doesn’t like the fact that he can mimic her accent in a way that isn’t completely awful. She doesn’t remember much from that day, but she thinks about that particular part of it a lot.

First impression of them: Honestly, she didn’t know what to make of the man first she saw him… He hadn’t seemed too intimidating, too nefarious… Though he did prove himself a bit troubling, inevitably.

Favorite thing about them: It’s nice to have someone who knows a thing or two about machines and electronics and still have their head on their shoulders (or no blood ties or moral obligations to hold towards shady individuals). Even if she doesn’t really get half the stuff that he ends up making.

Least favorite thing about them: She thinks he plays things a bit too safely most of the time in regards to combat… That’s not necessarily the part she holds over his head, but it’s lamentable how much he wants to stop to think about stuff all the time. Even second spent thinking is another second she needs to spend adjusting her strategies!

Hopes for their future relationship: Honestly so long as he doesn’t turn out to be a younger version of the other Wagstaff and transmute into that guy with enough time and bitterness, she couldn’t ask for much else

[cosmicfruits]

Alyx's house is full of toys for Shaun, in their garage they have a toy alien for him to hold and play with as he watches them work, and their office has a bear incase he wants to stay with them

The sitting room is packed with toys but it feels nice to Alyx because it means that their kid is being a kid

[moisette]

This game can be so funny and awkward sometimes xD I've had this happen as Killer a few times. "What am I stuck on!? Oh, a Survivor xD"

I actually didn't expect him to miss and my OtR ran out xD; I didn't want to waste the pallet?

And that is why you always pay attention xD;

Bestie got scared because I screamed and that meant the Killer was near. She left shack and ran towards him xD

Just Steve screaming.

That totem was a pain in the ass to find...

I really wanted to drop that pallet. I did get the totem, though xD I really want to go back to playing Trickster...