#even just ''You may feel that you need a companion; such as a relative or friend; to go with you to public places''

[somekindafairy]

realizing i probably have some kinda agoraphobia like ...ok

[pilot-boi]

In the Hare's Breadth au, I think Jaune would return to "normal."

He didn't get a choice in becoming the fusion in the first place, someone forced that onto him. Yang Chose to put her prosthetic on. There's a difference there.

There's sensitivity to sounds, lights, smells, he's so much bigger but just as clumsy, He's hungry almost all the time.

Yeah the added Strength and Speed is nice, but the bulk makes it hard to maneuver in tight spaces.

But more than that; It isn't just Jaune, It's The Rusted Knight and his STEED.

Juniper has been hurt as much as Jaune in this fusion, arguably more so as she makes up most of the mass.

While I'm certain Juniper would defer to Jaune's choice, I can't help but feel like she'd have something about the situation to input, even if it's just some emotion.

Even if Jaune chose to keep some animalistic traits, He'd choose to be relatively human again.

That's the point of Alyx's Dagger, to get back what he lost, and while he can never, ever be Normal again, he can regain some semblance of it, just like in canon.

Maybe He's hairier than he was before dying, maybe his hair is a different shade, but he gets to be his true, and only self again, as different as that may be from his previous self, the one that died on the tower.

Also this way Juniper has technically been to Remnant she's allowed to follow Jaune there and become the Team Mascot. Like she should've.

Man, I don’t even need to write this stuff, yall do it for me

I do think that if given the choice, especially after the Ever After and finding out WHY this happened to him, that he’d chose to become “human” again. Separating himself and Juniper into two beings for the first time in decades

He’d probably choose to retain some animalistic traits/tendencies. The claws and fluff on his arms and chest. Maybe even the ears, but definitely those first two

Gotta stick to the Falin inspiration lol

But yeah, I think he would return to being human. He’s not the hero, he doesn’t have to be. He doesn’t have to be the Rusted Knight anymore, and he doesn’t have to be part human and part animal, both and neither

He can just be Jaune. A little fluffy around the edges, but still just Jaune

And he can finally meet the companion who gave up so much to save his life before he ever met them. The jackalope

Jaune now understands that the way ascension works, you only become what you choose to be. The Blacksmith can’t force you to become someone, she just builds you into who you want to be. The person always agrees to it, they have to

That means that all those years ago, the jackalope agreed to give up her body, her mind, all to save his life

He’s never even met the creature

How could he not give her life back?

[cemeteryspider]

Disco Inferno

Alastor x Hippie! Reader

Summary: Your carefree soul learns how to navigate your friendships and a budding relationship in the Hazbin Hotel

Trigger Warnings: Drug use, mature themes, violence, party atmosphere, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 1699

Maybe the years of drugs, protests, and sexual acts were what did you in. After all, good people don't end up in Hell you suppose. You lived as a relative nobody in Hell, except for the people you raised hell with.

Your best friend Cherri Bomb, adorned with fiery hair and exuding leather-clad confidence, sported a rebellious flair. Her devil-may-care attitude made her the perfect partner in crime.

You were casually talking it up with some big shot when out of nowhere a pink bomb landed on the table in front of you. Quickly, you jumped out of the way, narrowly avoiding the blast. However, the shrapnel struck the Overlord you were engaged in conversation with, sealing Cherri Bomb's claim to his territory.

In addition, you encountered Angel Dust, revealing a shared passion for drugs that strengthened your connection. While you may not have the same drug of choice it doesn't mean getting high together was any less fun.

You navigated a niche between Angel's popularity and Cherri's intimidation, finding your place as their intriguing and adventurous companion.

This is how you ended up being the Happy Hotel's second patron.

~~~

Although smoking became off limits, in the hotel at least, you were still swaying around to music and dancing through the day.

You almost felt better when you weren't smoking but that wasn't something you wanted to admit to Angel or especially Charlie. You knew there would be a party thrown as soon as you said it.

The now Hazbin Hotel, was home to quite a few demons, not all there to rehabilitate but it made it feel more at home. The more people around the more you felt reminded of your friends topside, now they were almost certainly dead or "double dead" as Angel might say.

Charlie and Vaggie were stern but friendly towards you. They told you to stay sober if you wanted to stay at the hotel and you happily obliged. Although sometimes you still snuck a blunt, why did they have to know?

Husk was always able to talk you down and put a drink in your hand. He heard your troubles with Cherri and how she didn't want to talk to you anymore, and heard you talk about your worries with Angel. You and Husker, bonded by shared experiences and unspoken understanding, found solace in each other's company. Often, you sat around doing absolutely nothing, reveling in the comfort of a companion who needed no words.

Sir Pentious, Hazbin's third rehabilitant, was just the sweetest. Again you two often sat around talking, usually about his inventions and sometimes about Cherri. You gave him subtle hints about what she liked and how to win her over, but usually he got too nervous to act on these. This never stopped you from trying to help, and frequently having sleep-over with him and his sweet Egg Bois.

Alastor's enigmatic presence left you with a lingering curiosity, a puzzle you were determined to put together with every passing day. However, this didn't stop you from trying to become his friend. You listened to his radio show to try to find out things he liked and often accompanied him to Cannibal Town, not for its namesake but for amazing chats with Rosie. Alastor was the one piece of the puzzle you just couldn't figure out, and the more time you spent with him the more about him you wanted to know.

~~~

So when Charlie and Vaggie went on their trip to Heaven, you decided to invite Alastor out. You decided not to call it a date, but hoped the message would get across well to him. You and Alastor left shortly after everyone else when to a club nearby.

Wanting to bridge the gap between your worlds, you chose to bring him to your favorite disco joint, even if the music wasn't his usual taste. If you wanted him to like you, he did have to get to know you.

Studio 666, with pulsating neon lights casting an otherworldly glow and a bass so deep it reverberated through your very soul, stood as Hell's most renowned disco club. Though Alastor's smile didn't fade, a twitch betrayed his discomfort amidst the crowd and physical contact. The music was nothing like what he was used to and so far away from his favorite dance tunes.

Alastor was well aware of hippie culture as he had talked with many people who died and how they lived on his radio show. He had been to a club like this once with Rosie and he did not think that he would ever be back to one. Let alone with a beautiful dame like yourself.

He stood frozen for a moment and felt very out of place in his coat and slacks. You were dressed impeccably for the occasion wearing a halter top jumpsuit adorned with red rhinestones and sparkles. Platform boots make you just a hair taller than your usual height.

You had decided to match Alastor on your night out, trying to make others notice you were with him and maybe have them be more friendly. Well as friendly as some sinners were willing to be.

Gently you took his hand and led him to the bar.

"Yo, Y/n, where have you been? The Studio's been missin' you"

"Oh you know Flower, I've just been truckin' on"

"Wearin' some groovy threads"

"When am I not, ya goof"

Alastor noticed you fall into a rhythm with the bartender, Flower you called them. Again he felt sorely out of place, even though before this, you had always made him feel right at home.

"Anyways, what can I get you and Casanova here?"

A small chuckle escaped your lips.

"You know me," you grinned, "a tequila sunrise, and Alastor will have a-"

"I'll have a Greyhound"

With that, a playful grin graced your lips as you looked up at him. For you, he would try to embrace this night of loud disco festivities with a drink he normally would never try.

Once Flower had served the two drinks Alastor saw them whisper in your ear. Despite the attempt at secrecy he heard exactly what was said.

"I got primo grass and mushrooms if you're interested, foxy"

Alastor saw the glance you gave him and quirked his eyebrow. You moved away from Flower.

"Nah, we best keep on steppin', peace, Flower"

With a smile and a nod of their head they went to serve the next customer.

~~~

You were able to find a table a little ways away from the ruckus to talk with Alastor about anything and everything that came to your mind. The hotel and its apparent success, things Alastor spoke about on his last radio broadcast, and your favorite color.

However, the smooth flow of the night was interrupted when a small group of demons approached the table where you were chatting.

"My my, here's a brick house I'd never I'd see again"

Your smile instantly turned into a scowl. You turned toward the short stubby man who seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"Psych, the bug I thought I squished a long time ago", you practically snarled at them.

"Hold up, Dollface, no need to freak out. We just wanna talk. Why don't you take a chill pill and come boogie with us. We sure do have lots to catch up on"

Alastor appeared between the two of them before Psych could make a move to grab her.

"Why gentlemen, that is no way to treat a lady, now scurry along, u̵̪̓n̶̲̋l̶̑͜e̷͉̊s̶̜̽š̸̙ ̷̞̑y̵̪̅ơ̵̞ṳ̴̕ ̶̪̓n̴͇͂o̷̮͑ ̵͎̆l̵̫͒o̶̥̕ň̵̗g̸̠̓e̶͍̊r̴͓̉ ̵̹̋ẅ̴̳ḭ̵͠s̸̮̅h̶̛̩ ̷͈̈t̴̬͒o̶̜̔ ̴͔̿u̴͍͝s̵̗͂ē̸͎ ̴͓͝y̴̻̕o̴̮͊u̵̟͒r̵̗̈ ̸̥͂h̵a̸n̴d̶s̴"

"Snaps man, were goin'"

They stalked off, and Alastor returned to his seat.

"So, Cher, do you wish to, how did they say it, boogie?"

"Al, we don't have to dance if it's not to your liking," you suggested tentatively, concerned about Alastor's comfort.

"Nonsense, I did not learn to disco for nothing." Alastor's response carried a hint of excitement. In an instant, you found yourself on the dance floor, the disco ball casting a dazzling display of lights above your heads.

The dance floor pulsed with neon lights, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. The infectious rhythm reverberated through the air, prompting everyone to move in synchronized harmony. Happily you take Alastor's hand and his overcoat disappears leaving him in his black button-up.

The bassline kicks in and you synchronize your movements, letting the music guide you.

The dance floor ignited with a playful series of twirls and spins. Your sequined jumpsuit scattered sparks across its surface, catching the neon lights in a dazzling display. Your bodies moving in harmony.

The tempo rises and soon a transition into sensual and intricate dance moves. Your fluidity contrasts Alastors strong and controlled movements. You playfully tease him with every step. The crowd soon had all of their eyes on the two of you.

A continued show of trust and chemistry flowed through every dip, lift, and spin. The disco lights danced in their eyes, mirroring the euphoria of the music that surrounded them showcasing laughter and glances, you were completely lost in the magic of the moment,

The music reaches its peak, and you lock eyes with Alastor. His usual smile was replaced with a lovesick grin.

As the song concluded, your heart still pounding with the rhythm, the world slowly came back into focus. The applause of the entertained crowd echoed, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and joy. Alastor's expression, a lovesick grin, reveals a side you hadn't seen before, deepening the connection between you two.

Leading the way, Alastor guided you from the dance floor to the exit. As you stepped outside, his coat materialized on your shoulders, a protective gesture in the crisp night air.

"Wow, Alastor, I didn't know you could dance like that" The revelation left you pleasantly surprised and craving more insights into this mysterious demon.

"Mon Cherie, next time we'll go to a jazz club and you'll see how well I can dance"

Still breathless from the dance, you sighed contentedly as you continued the walk back to the hotel, the night filled with the echoes of joy and music.

[roxyteal]

(Jesus Christ it happened again. Mobile decided to not only publish the draft but also not save any of my edits. Pardon me if you see any appear) (Oct 30: Put context about his sobriety in the beginning, as opposed to in the middle out of nowhere.)

Today I am compelled to talk about Joe 5. It may include things I already mentioned in a different post, but those were in the tags so if any of this seems like not new info, sorry about that.

ANYWAY

Joe 5. Also this gets long so bear with me.

Joe 5 (but you can use either Joe or 5) came from a complete set copy of "Joe`s basics joke game". He was relatively fine as a person, with highs and lows. He's a bit of a snark but it's usually lighthearted. He even realized he had a problem and got clean, though... Alcohol still kinda haunts him as a result.

At some point, he and his entourage found the Webspace. On that day, they were among two others - a copy of Denied's Basics (the 10th apparently), and the 82nd Dave, who was a rogue for some reason.

Things were alright until it was mentioned that there was a pre-existing Joe and company around, and whether or not they'd like to merge with him, and so on. 5 thought that was weird as Hell and said no. But his companions said yes.

This resulted in 5 distancing from them since they're "not my friends anymore", and "I don't even know them anymore". And from then on, he resented the idea of merging, and that damned "Joe 1" for being so Goddamn happy. What's he all smiley about, he thought. The fucker.

But at least he still had his school. His empty, ghost town of a school. He quickly realized he couldn't live alone in that so he started staying in a tiny apartment, which quickly became a mess because of his plummeting self-worth. If only he'd just gone with everyone else, this could've been avoided, he also thought. It's his punishment for going against the grain. Being different. Maybe even "defective". Well shit, let's be defective. Why not.

He would have his code and model changed so that his hair would grow naturally. Somewhere in his reasons for this was needing to feel responsible for something, so he wouldn't completely fall apart. And maybe having it would make him feel better, whether about himself, in general, or both. He recalled that he considered asking his player about it in the past, but never got the nerve. Better late than never, he tried to rationalize. That's what people say to forgive themselves, right?

But the shoulder-length he requested (and wavy to boot, he didn't realize he had that...) spiraled out of control and now reaches his waist. Of course he couldn't keep up the end of the deal he put upon himself. It really needs the trim, but he couldn't be assed to try, and it disgusts him. The only good thing was how it never tangled. Game magic shit or whatever. But regardless of that, he looked like a cryptid, and he felt like one too.

At this point, his only comforts was TV, eating, and sleeping. He didn't need to do the last two obviously, but it gave him something to do, a distraction. When he ate, he could focus on the taste and nothing else. When he slept, he would stop being able to drown in his thoughts, welcomed instead into nothingness. When he watched TV, it numbed him enough to stop caring.

But even in his lowest moments, he refused to give in to his old addiction of... That. Diving back into it would truly mean the end had come. He'd rather be tortured to the brink before he had a sip again. Even now. Especially now.

He rarely ever left the apartment, kept the lights off, curtains to the balcony closed, and didn't allow visitors. He rarely ever left his bed, in fact. Sometimes he'd lie there and daydream about leaving. To where? Who knows. But this place was so painful to live in because everyone else has it great and he's got nothing so it's like... Just leave. But where?

He'd ponder it. Maybe just go out that tunnel and see where the Internet busses take him. Leave it up to fate. Maybe he'll find a nice little NeoCities domain. That whole area's so fuckin' large, there had to be a place where even 5, a worthless piece of shit, could fit right in! Yeah...

But he never gets out of bed. Out of the apartment. To the entrance tunnel. To the bus stop. To NeoCities. He just lies there, thinking about it. And nothing happens.

One day, he realized he was running out of food. The only reason he'd ever leave his trash heap of an apartment. By this point it was a matter of looking presentable enough to go out into that bright, colorful, vapid world crafted by that... Uh, mask man, and his spooky associates. Or keep staring at the dump that is 5's living space and contemplate if he could live without the sensation of eating. He still had his two other trusty vices, is it okay to lose one?

But, fuck. He loved the instant noodles. The frozen meals. The rice cups he could drizzle a little soy onto. And all the other kinds of convenient, packaged stuff. Goddammit.

So, he stepped around the trash, and next he knew, he was out the door. Fine. Fine. Fine! He'll get so much, he'll never have to come out again!

But as soon as he was outside the building, hair almost encasing his torso like a shroud, something shifted. Today's the day he's going to leave. Yeah. He'll get this done, pack up, make a pitstop to Vincent's or whatever pretentious name that supernatural son of a bitch had, flip off the gaudy building, then head straight for the tunnel. If he had time, he might even egg that fucking place!

This is it! God, it'd been so long since he was excited. Genuinely excited. He wanted to hold onto this forever.

Mood improved, he carried on with his mission. He ignored the other shoppers, checking off everything he picked up from his list. It was one of his first lessons here, because how could anyone remember everything they needed? He sure couldn't.

Things were going fine, until... He bumps into someone. Baldina. And she single-handedly became the craziest thing to happen to him.

He barely recalled the conversation, but it led to her hiring him as an assistant at her school, despite his clear lack of qualifications. It seemed that like Mr. Strobe-bow-skis, she too had plenty of people under her thumb, in numerous positions. A whole network of them.

One of which, 5 got to meet while struggling pitifully with the coffee machine, just seconds away from having a breakdown right then and there. This guy called himself, er, "I'm never"? But one word. Okay sure whatever. And in spite of 5's threatening tones and verbiage, Imnever was patient enough to show him how to use the brewer. Even informed him of how Baldina takes her coffee.

So what's Imnever's story? Oh, he teaches art here. He's more of an animator by trade, but this suited him just fine. Huh. Well, still more impressive than anything 5's ever accomplished.

The three of them became friends. He wasn't sure how that was possible, but finally he had a reason to go outside more often, instead of stewing in his own suffering for weeks at a time. In fact, slowly that poor excuse of an apartment turned into something a little more decent. It wasn't super tidy, but if Imnever, Baldina, or both wanted to visit, finally 5 could and would allow it.

It got to a point where, one morning, they surprised him with a present. A motorcycle. Apparently the two had taken his daydreaming musings seriously, about how cool it would be to have one. Also, 5 had forgotten what day it was - his birthday.

He cried. He couldn't possibly accept this. He didn't know how to ride it. He'd ruin it or hurt someone. All the classic, self-depreciating excuses he was told he was using.

But, as Imnever said, what you don't know, you fear. Once you do, you don't. Frankly that sounded confusing, and yet, these types of phrases helped him get this far, so... Just accept the damn thing.

The helmet was really cool, but he had so much hair that it wouldn't be able to fit. At long last, he got the trim he had desperately needed; up to just below the shoulders. But Baldina did it for him. Almost ironic, but at this point, who cares?

He forgot how light his head felt after the excess was cut down. It was a nice feeling.

Once he actually tried to overcome that fear of failure and took the chance to learn something, he was surprisingly quick on the uptake. And before long, he was zooming down streets in that badass chopper of his.

Maybe the Webspace isn't actually so horrible. But, thinking that, he reminisced about that day, where he was so sure he was gonna leave this domain behind and start over somewhere else. He slowed to a stop in front of Infinite School or something like that. Hm...

And he gave that treacherous high-rise building the bird, laughing manically as he drove onward. Of course he was going to stick around nowadays, but it still felt right to do. And boy was it worth it.

Life here had finally looked up for 5. Until, well... The demon showed up. But that's a whole other fuckin' story.

[missheavenfield1215]

Hear me out, Beetlejuice fans!!

I'm relatively new to Tumblr, it's the first time I've posted something like this and English is not my main language, any mistake is by the translator.

Beetlejuice The Musical Headcanons

If there's one thing I noticed about the Broadway musical, it's that Juno created the guide work exclusively for Beetlejuice.

Just think about it, there are no more "Guides" except Beetlejuice, besides, why would you want to use a guide in the first place? Absolutely all the information a dead person needs comes in the "Recently Deceased" manual. Juno just wanted to get rid of her son, and gave him a completely made-up job, which would keep him busy and away from her. In addition to the fact that Beetlejuice is literally a demon, just like his mother or perhaps he is a hybrid between a deceased person and a demon.

Maybe that's also why Beetlejuice feels so lonely because being half-human and half-Demon, he's still tied to human biology and his need to make friends.

It is very likely that Beetlejuice is also tied to the Deetz-Maitland house, since he was murdered there, so I see very possible that he will be able to return.

I have an idea of what may have happened to his mother the day he left home. Maybe Beetlejuice heard from someone that BFFFFs are people who love each other, support each other, and are lifelong companions. Perhaps, Beetlejuice, in search of his next friends, left home with that goal in mind. Maybe that's why his mother, when she goes to pick him up at the Deetz-Maitland house, teases him by saying that he was looking for someone to love him.

Also, I have another theory:

When Beetlejuice says:

"I'm gonna have a new best friend!!"

This implies that he has had other friends and that Lydia will be another new best friend and when he says:

"Why does everyone keep leaving me!!"

He shows that he has had "friends" in the past and all those he once loved abandoned him or that there have been more people who have left him. Most likely, those "friends" were recently deceased who got scared and abandoned him.

Beetlejuice's connection to Lydia is much deeper than I thought.

It is impossible that Lydia was the only one who could see Beetlejuice in all the centuries of his existence, it is very likely that many more "strange and unusual" people have come across him, but decided to ignore him or pretend that he does not exist because obviously something wasn't right with him. But since Lydia was the only one who wanted to talk directly to him, she makes her more special, because she doesn't run away from him and even the two look too much alike. Remember Barbara's line in the song, "Fright of Their Lives"?

-We're not like you...

-I know that BARBARA!! No one is like me... That's the problem!

But I want to point out that Lydia is just like him... (not so disturbed)

But it turns out that Lydia is not only like him, but their situations are very similar and I dare say they're the same.

Beetlejuice had good reason to ONLY want Lydia to marry him... Because he didn't even want to talk to Delia, because she's the only one of marriageable age and the most eligible... I don't think Beetlejuice would have cared about her engagement to Charles.

Beetlejuice was so desperate that he would have taken any opportunity that came his way, but he still insisted that Lydia be his wife before anyone else. I think Beetlejuice saw that the marriage to Lydia would be to get that green card, but I honestly don't think it was for such superficial reasons... Had he had, he would have considered Delia but even he felt a much MUCH deeper attachment to Lydia, for she was his first time in everything that he did that night.

She's the only human connection he's ever had in his entire existence. I can understand why he wanted her as his wife... Well, while it is true that their time together was brief (very brief), it was a night full of emotions and feelings (like a roller coaster) but maybe it's been the only night he's ever felt alive. The idea of sharing a song full of mischief that would scare anyone, next to the only person who can see you (literally and metaphorically) must have been wonderful.

They both shared happiness, adrenaline and fun with the power of their voices.

She is and was his only friend and perhaps the only one who really understood him... It is very likely that he has considered living a wonderful life with his BFFFF as his wife for his entire life and I find it very beautiful that Lydia was the first and only option to marry and live.

Here I'm going to give a couple of facts about Beetlebabes. Now, antis, leave this post, please.

Don't you think we've already seen a lot of MANY couples similar to Beetlejuice and Lydia??

Without going any further, let's look at the work of Tim Burton

The dead one and the breather one:

(Technically, The Corpse Bride and Beetlejuice have almost the same plot, a dead person wants to marry a living person and the marriage represents the climax of the story.)

Emily x Víctor

The Freak and the Dying Beauty Girl:

Barnabas x Victoria

Another freak and the beauty girl

Edward x Kim

Alice x Tarrant

And looking to other directors and productions

The Dead Boy and the Living Girl:

Casper x Kat

The Ghost and the Talented Girl:

Erik x Christine

The Beauty and The Monster

Zatz x Maya

Belle x Beast (Adam)

Thomas x Edith

Jareth x Sarah

Technically... Cinema and the director of Beetlejuice himself have accustomed us to shipping this type of couples. So don't feel guilty about shipping them, maybe it would be better to pair them if Lydia is of legal age.

I think it's kind of funny that they included Lolita's joke... The plot is about a sick man who ruined his life by becoming obsessed with an underage girl.

And here I'm going to pause to include a song from my country that fits this couple.

I'm actually Latina and I want to remind my language brothers that there's a Gloria Trevi song that fits very well with Lydia and Beetlejuice.

Here I will leave the translation of the song from Spanish to English.

Since she is no longer here

He does not rest in peace

His soul cries, he is not satisfied with his loneliness

Since she is no longer here

He began to wander

His penitent soul without the option of death for eternity

They met in a cold December, three years ago

He wanted to scare her through the window

She scared him when she smiled at him

He looked into her eyes and fell deep into her heart.

She is a crazy, lost crazy

He adores her wounded soul

And they loved each other, dancing out of time the psychophonies that he sang in the wind

She is a crazy, lost crazy

He appears in fire and polychrome

The ghosth and the insane girl want married

Her father doesn't want to accept it.

But a curse binds him in the mansion

That's why he sings, sings and the wind carries away his lamentation

If you pay attention

You will hear his voice

And surely she there in her white cell

She dances psychophonies of love

She is a crazy, lost crazy

He adores her wounded soul

And they loved each other, dancing out of time the psychophonies that he sang in the wind

She is a crazy, lost crazy

He appears in fire and polychrome

The ghosth and the insane girl want married

Her father doesn't want to accept it.

She is a crazy, lost crazy

He adores her, she never forgets him

Well he surrounds her with psychophonies

The dead talk to us, but some of them love us...

This song is like an AU, if Charles had never believed Lydia that ghosts really exist, and he sent her to a mental sanatorium that she never came out of, because she wasn't really crazy. It scares me how much the song fits in with the plot of the musical.

Dios mío... Me asusta lo mucho que se parecen las tramas de la canción y del musical... Claro que con un final terrible....

For now that's all, thanks for taking the time to read me! Bye! 💕😘

[fallout4-reacts]

k-peasants asked: An actual prompt this time! I know you're busy and have plenty of things to write yet, take your time. Soo I was thinking that maybe companions (and Maxson) horribly failing at confessing to Sole. Like for example they could clear out some Raiders, companion is impressed, tries to confess BAM Sole gets fucking decked by random raider they didn't kill. I feel like you could get pretty creative with that one. Like deathclaws, something exploding, just settlers running in, other companions interrupting etc.

Let's play some game... (Warning : Curie may be intense)

Part 5

Cait / Codsworth / Curie / Dogmeat / Maxson

(Part 1 : Danse, Deacon, Nick Valentine)

(Part 2 : Hancock, Preston, Strong)

(Part 3 : X6-88 alone because of a bug)

(Part 4 : Gage, MacCready, Piper)

Cait : Cait and Sole return quietly to Sanctuary. The path ahead of them is still long, but for the time being, silence is fine. Well, not for very long. After everything that has happened, the fighter remains silent mostly because she is at a loss for words.

It was a shock to discover all of her senses after hiding from reality with Psycho for so long. However, she is currently experiencing one of her most agonizing torments.

Her feelings toward Sole.

It's made even worse by what they just did for her.

Finally, approaching Oberland Station, she urged a stop.

"Pee?" inquires Sole mockingly.

"Talking," Cait says, feeling uneasy.

They notify a nearby tree stump and settle there.

"What do you need to talk about?" inquires the vault dweller.

Cait watches the Charles flows down below, looking for her words.

"You are aware of all that has occurred since Tommy. And right there, you've changed my life. That is a lot."

Sole is worried, but quickly gets back their empathetic look.

"If you want to step back..."

Cait instantly raises her hand and places it on their shoulder.

"No! No, it is not that."

Sole throws themself on the young woman, causing them to fall backwards behind the tree trunk. Cait has a fleeting thought that something is happening far more unexpectedly than she had anticipated. But her thoughts are swiftly brought back to reality when the grenade explodes where they were.

"Gunner?" she inquired.

"Raider!"

As she stood up, the warrior smiled with all of her teeth, holding her baseball bat.

Codsworth : His programming doesn't include it. His programming doesn't include it. In his code, it is not included; he is well aware of the fact that it is not included in his programming.

Not to mention feelings of isolation, agony, and dread, as well as the happiness of seeing his master/mistress come back.

He is a robot, a straightforward bot that was programmed to perform chores around the house. He became an integral part of Sole's day-to-day activities and routines.

Not just as a robot.

As a friend, as a member of the family, and as a close relative.

Far too close.

Yes, it is too close.

As he hands the towel to Sole as they emerge from the shower, he looks aside. This is not something that is programmed into his algorithm. It is not something that he does habitually. In any case, it wasn't. It's mainly now due to the fact that he had never experienced this sort of static that now grabs him whenever Sole touches him or leans in front of him to collect an instrument or a tool, and it is a thousand times worse when Sole undresses. Because he is a domestic robot, then Sole never felt embarrassed by Codsworth's presence.

Today, however, Codsworth is feeling ashamed.

He feels so awful.

He has to explain it to Sole.

With the help of Sole, perhaps they will be able to fix this programming issue and restore it to its previous state.

Normal.

This is not the kind of feeling that he was designed to receive!

"Mom/Sir, would you mind if we opted to have a conversation?"

As soon as Sole reaches for the towel, they drape it around their waist.

"Yes, indeed, Cods, guy. What is the problem here? There is a decreasing supply of Radstag? Would you like me to find some sugar? Is the Assaultron I brought from the hills still making fun of you?"

The Mister Handy's accessories turns three times around him. He adopts a collected tone of voice and makes an effort to ease the peculiar vibrating that his machinery is experiencing.

"In all honesty, none of that is accurate."

This time, the human is unable to stand any longer. They sense that their robot exhibits some abnormal behavior. A pair of pants and a t-shirt are chosen at random by them, and they swiftly put on the trousers.

As they sit on their mattress, Sole lets out a sigh.

“So, I get that this is a very sensitive thing.”

"Very sensitive, to say the least. I am aware that it may come off as unconventional, absurd, or even unpleasant, but it appears that... I have developed a certain... as one may say, some instinct that typically corresponds to humans."

Sole raise an eyebrow once more.

"Typical to humans? Describe it."

At this point, Codsworth musters up all his bravery and takes a deep breath. In doing so, he sits down on the bed next to Sole in the same manner as a typical person would sit down. The one and only issue is that he may have forgets that he is a Mister Handy. Consequently, the bed in question happens to catch fire, Sole still be sitting on it.

They leap on their feet as the fire has quickly spread to them, and they cry out in pain throughout the process. As Codsworth's anxiety levels rise, he makes a mad dash to find a bucket of water at the pace of his truster. By doing so, he arrives at the conclusion that viewing himself as a human being is extremely risky, and that it would be more prudent for him to initiate a defragmentation of his personality module before it progresses to an excessive degree.

Curie : For a while now, the synth has noticed the difference. She understands that having a human body provides her with not only abilities to better explore the world around her, but also the opportunity to explore a complete intrinsic world in the same way.

Some sentiments and emotions.

And out of emotion, she realized she had a tremendous feeling for Sole.

This exploration was everything but subtle. She even felt upset at her friend, initially unable to comprehend why her thoughts kept returning to them.

Curie realized that she had romantic feelings for Sole. The trouble with this delicate circumstance is that Sole is the only person with whom she feels safe discussing her heart's torments. So, the only way out of this dilemma is to confront them and disclose everything.

Curie is still anxious.

And she is completely unaware that this is normal.

She coughs to catch the attention of her companion, who is working with Clem to erect a retaining beam to keep an artificial ceiling over the cave containing Vault 88.

"I can talk to you?" she asks timidly.

Sole rests their shoulder against the massive iron and rubber framework, wiping their brow.

"Is it critical?" they asked her, beckoning Clem to assist them.

"I believe so. It's quite significant.

Sole sighed. Curie believes that now is not the moment, but she fears that she will lose her mind if she doesn't speak. She sighs lightly.

"I understand you are busy…"

"A little, yes," replies her friend. However, their tone has softened significantly. "Curie, you appear to be dealing with a personal issue. If it seems vital to you, speak out. You know I'm always there for you."

Clem looks at the synth and seems to believe that this is the worst moment of the existence for a small talk. But the young man would never dare to oppose Sole, so he attempts to assist them maintain the pillar.

"Here it is. For some time now, I've been experiencing a peculiar storm inside of me, which is causing me to lose control. And you. I think about you all the time. I can't stop. I can't comprehend. I understand, but..."

Curie pauses and quickly looks up at Sole. Her companion has shifted their expression. Their gaze appears even more compassionate than before. They place one hand on the massive pillar to keep it in place and clear their throat.

"If I understand what you're saying—

"The ceiling!" Clem wails simultaneously, springing back.

Sole looks up at the pillar, and Curie's brain detects an unexpected alteration in their face. From affection to fear, the synth barely has time to understand what happens when a massive rock detaches from the ceiling and falls squarely on Sole.

She is so shocked that she can no longer hear Clem's screams of horror.

Dogmeat : "Wouf! Wouf wouf wouf wouf!"

"What?"

"Wouf!"

"Oh, I love you too, my too cute puppy!"

Elder Maxson : It's an unusual idea, but not an unpleasant one. Anyway, Sole has a lot of odd, but successful, ideas.

Maxson enjoys this short walk along the edge of Nordhagen Beach. His Knight urged that Maxson attend the meeting with the settlers' delegate. They had a difficult negotiation, but the BoS is now confident of a steady supply for the remainder of their tenure in the Commonwealth.

Then night fell as they respectfully celebrated alongside the locals.

Then, with the moon high in the sky, Sole insisted on having this little walk.

Maxson finds the trek pleasant... romantic?

He glances toward Danse, who is patrolling the area to ensure that the moment is not squandered, and then turns to his subordinate, who has stopped while perceiving his expression.

"Is something wrong, Elder?"

"On the opposite, or it depends."

Sole didn't appear to be reassured by the answer. The commander clears his throat and attempts a benign grin.

"I reflected on this atmosphere, landscape, and moment. Everything is just perfect."

'Perfect, indeed,' says Sole, distractedly.

Maxson insists, "In perfect company."

The Minutemen General's gaze is once again drawn to their superior. They appear to hesitate before smiling slightly but say nothing.

"What I mean—

"I understand what you mean. I'd have to be stupid, deaf, or blind to miss what you mean."

Arthur frowns. Sole's tone is not hostile, yet their response is uncommon.

"Do I understand that my feelings for you are not shared?"

"Oh, I apologize. It was rude of me. I must have become a little wild while wandering this land, mostly alone. I'm sorry for offending you."

Maxson grabs Sole's hand in his.

“So if I said to you—

"The code of conduct prohibits fraternization between superiors and subordinates," Danse's voice abruptly cut him off.

Maxson almost curses the man beneath his beard, but he stands straight with dignity and strives to maintain his demeanor.

"—that I am very pleased with the conclusion of this transaction and that it is now time to return to the Prydwen?"

When Sole gets their hand back, they can't help but smile faintly. They exchange a glance with Danse.

Maxson then understands.

He curses himself.

[that-one-i-think]

Duck it! Time for another fic concept while I try and get motivation to actually write. Different OC and we are getting thrown right into it. (Since it us a concept, good chance of messl)

The Man from the Twilight Forest

(Title not official, just a place holder)

"You have failed."

Aphmau throws her hands up in the air, frustration evident in her voice as she yells "HOW?"

"Well, I-"

"NO NICK! Why am I failing?" Aphmau runs her hands through her hair, yanking and pulling as she tries rationalize it. "I have followed every teaching of Hyria, listened to every piece of advice from Lucinda and Zoey but its... it's just. not. working."

"First, my name is Nyx and I ask that you respect my name as I respect yours, second-" Nyx glides his hands through Aphmau's hair, grasping her hands with his, carefully pulling them away from her head, "-you are failing because you are taking their advice."

"I-"

"Walk with me, and I will tell you all you need to know." He puts out his arm, the smile on his face growing as Aphmau takes it. "Now come with me. One can not learn magic in a guard tower unless you want things to get messy, of course."

The two exit the guard tower, Nyx taking careful measure to walk at a languid pace for Aphmaus comfort. As they make their way through town they feel eyes piercing their backs, barely concealed whispers as they watch their Lord arm in arm with the cloaked foreigner. Aphmau's eyes gazes up at her companion but only a soft smile is on his face, ignorant or ignoring the actions of the villagers around them.

Pink meets brown as their eyes meet as smirk makes it way onto Nyx's face. He leans down, lips ghosting Aphmau's ears and he whispers "Do you think they are staring because I am bald?"

Snrrt

Aphmau snorts out, her right hand barely covering her mouth in time to conceal her laugh. Behavior unbecoming of a lord, she knows, but what is she supposed to do. Divines above, she knows she has no poker face so the two walk in relative silence. The stares that unnerved her, now forcing her to contain her giggles as they walk past the gates.

Now out of the ear shot of the guards, Nyx begins his lesson. "Now, as I begin, I do want to say that I have no ill will towards Hyria, Lucinda, or Zoey, but they are not the best to listen to for magic."

Nyx grabs a large stick with his left hand, breaking it off of the tree as they arrive at a small brook. He drags the branch through the water, watching as it breaks apart and flows. "Much like this brook, magic flows through the veins of Zoey, Hyria, and especially Lucinda. Zoey, as an elf, is born from the magic of the elven forest. An immortal where healing magic comes as natural to her as breathing to us. She can not help you learn because she never had to learn herself. She only had to control it and focus."

Aphmau nods, eyes following the brook as they stroll upstream. "Hyria, while she did have to learn magic, has centuries of experience. She is so advanced that all of her teachings are keeping in mind the future that she doesn't focus on the now. It most likely doesn't help when you take into account her realation with Irene."

"What about Lucinda?"

"Lucinda may be close in age but I don't believe she was even close to your level of magic. She has such a natural talent for magic that I don't believe she ever was a begginer."

Nyx looks down at his companions' face, confusion written all over it. He stares up at the sky, his brown lips pursed together as he tries to form words.

"Think about it like traveling through the forest-" He twirls the stick in his left hand as he thinks "- Zoey is traveling a paved road through a cleared forest. She faces no trouble, not even a bump, as she walks on the road. Hyria travels down a well worn path, one that she created herself. She walks this path everyday and knows every detail, what used to be memorization now just pure instinct. Lucinda is making her own path but she already knows where she needs to go. A map in hand with knowledge of every flora and fauna she will encounter."

"I see... so what am I?"

"You are human." Nyx smiles as he succeeds in repressing a chuckle at his companions 'no shit' face.

"I think I may listened to the wrong person."

"Let me finish and we'll see." He then hits the brook with the stick dragging Aphmau's attention back to it. "Humans magic works much like this brook. It flows from our bodies and with a lot of effort we can redirect it to fit our needs. We don't always have the ability to go our own path or follow a steady road and instead must focus on channeling the stream."

"So what you are saying is that I have to go with the flow?"

"Yes but there is more to your issue than that."

"Nyx, if you don't give me a straight answer I will walk all the way home by myself."

"Patience, my dove, now look." Nyx points his stick forward, and that is when Aphmau spots the dam. Old sticks and mud piled on top of each other and water seeping out of the holes. The beavers that created it have long since abandoned it.

"In the most simple terms, your magic is blocked and the little of it you have access to drains as quickly as you can muster it." Nyx unhook his arm from Aphmau before carefully removing his cloak and hanging it up on a tree. She eyes him for a moment before asking "What are you doing?"

"Hanging up my cloak because I don't want it to get wet."

"What do you-" "Lady Aphmau, you will find that patience is one of the needed qualities for magic."

Nyx hops onto the dam as sticks and leaves cruch under his boots. He makes his way to the middle before standing just by the middle of the damn. "Your biggest issue is the fact that you have no access to your full magical power. There is a block and once we get through that block-"

Nyx jams the stick into the center of the dam and yanks it backward, causing the center of the dam to collapse, letting the water flow and become the powerful stream it once was. Aphmay watches as the mud and gravel path that they walked on turns into a river bed.

"-your magic will flow freely." He takes a careful step back from the edge, parts already giving away from the rushing of the water. "Though we do have to be careful not to release too much or else the pressure will break you."

Nyx turns all the way around, seeing Aphmau has decided to try and join him on the dam. He tries to tell her to get off, but before he can utter a word, the dam breaks.

Water rushes through, and Nyx grabs Aphmau and pulls her on top of him as his back hits the water. "Just like that." Nyx grunts as the stones dig into his spine, and his clothes are doused.

"I AM SO SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN-"

"It is fine, Lady Aphmau," Nyx leans in close to Aphmau's ear, "though we should really get up before one of your guards kill me with their bare hands."

"Oh! Right! Right, right. Totally. Sorry."

They both stand and step out of the river, Nyx absolutely dripping compared to Aphmau's mostly dry form.

"We will start your training tomorrow," Nyx wraps his cloak around himself, a grin on his face before he adds, "Hopefully in a place with no running water."

My inspiration for this character was honestly Zane from Ninjago and Isaac from animated Castlevania. So like, a more intelligent Gaara. I kid you not, I wrote this to avoid actually writing my fic.

[robinyourcreator]

@defira85 it is 4am and this is all your fault. i've been forced to scribble about a sad pathetic wet BEAST of a bard about to have her heart torn out by her new best friend.

snippet under the cut

Hells. It wasn’t enough for all of Adana’s disreputable party to have been abducted by mind flayers. Oh no, an actual, gods-damned devil just had to poke his nose into their mess and toy with them, too! 

As soon as Raphael had released them and sent them back to the material plane, Adana had collapsed onto her hands and knees in the dirt and debated if the indignity of throwing up and curling up in ball for an hour on the ground in front of some of the prettiest people she’d ever met was better or worse than riding out the nausea.

Tough call.

...But worse. Definitely worse.

Happy thoughts! She would think happy thoughts. 

How many other people could say they’d been dragged to one of the Hells by an actual devil, and walked away still in possession of their soul and their head still firmly attached to their neck? Not many! As terrifying as the experience had been, they’d gotten away clean.

Adana had done fine. Better than fine, actually, if she did say so herself. And she did. Someone ought to congratulate her for talking her way out of Hell; it may as well be her if no one else was going to. 

Good job, Adana! Great work! Very well done.

…Unsurprisingly, it did not make her feel any better. But if she wasn’t going to throw up and cry in front of her new friends, she needed to pick herself up out of the dirt now, before her body forced the issue.

She sheepishly sat up and glanced around at her party. Good! All of them had indeed made it back, limbs and heads still attached. She could have a silent breakdown in relative peace, then, and they could each have one of their own if they had the sense to.

She took a swig from her waterskin and sat back on her hands, closing her eyes as she swished the taste of bile from her mouth. There. No crying, no throwing up. Not even any screaming or shaking her fist at the sky! Well done, Adana! Full marks, Adana!

More happy thoughts, then. Just in case. Just to keep averting the inevitable breakdown. Happy thoughts!

The sun was still shining on her face, there was just enough of a breeze to feel refreshing, not too hot, not too cold, and that same breeze seemed to whisper as it blew through the grass. Look at that! That was at least two good things, and Adana was still alive to experience them, so really, it was at least three.

And then one of her companions sat down in the dirt beside her, so it may even have been as many as four. 

“Most people would be reaching for something stronger after meeting a devil,” Shadowheart said, with more than a hint of amusement.

Alcohol probably wouldn’t agree with Adana right now, but Shadowheart didn’t need to know that. She opened her eyes to crack a grin at her. “Maybe we should split a bottle, then.”

She offered Shadowheart her waterskin. “After we get back to camp.” 

“Tempting,” Shadowheart said, accepting the skin and taking a drink of her own. “But I think we have bigger things to worry about than whether or not I can drink you under the table.”

[inbetweenknacksandnooks]

Soldier 11 x F!Reader/GN!Reader. Long post. Self-indulgent. Not angst, but not quite fluff either.

I had the issue of getting caught up in the intro that Soldier 11 doesn't even show up until the end, so this is probably going to be more than one part, and I'll link another part if/when I make it.

I'm sorry! I swear I had an actual idea of what I wanted to do with Soldier 11, but Tumblr bunked my progress, so all my ideas turned into soup that my brain decided to spit out because it doesn't remember what it wanted!

C/W:

Almost 800 words before Soldier 11 appears

Around 2,180 words TOTAL

225 words of Author's Notes

Using [F/N] once

2nd person PoV

You get a knee injury, though it's not detailed

The reader character may or may not be annoying to read about =_=

I had a little too much fun with making little visuals.

I tried to do a mini-action scene.

Read if you want :>

Constructive criticism is welcome.

You remember when you first saw her.

You'd wandered into a hollow as a rookie raider. You'd never actually been in a hollow before, but you did train at the H.I.A club and got an S Rank against most of the enemies you'd probably meet in a hollow, except for the human-like entities and... the Expert Challenge enemies.

But that didn't really matter! You weren't going into a largescale hollow like Zero or the Cretan Hollow... you didn't even plan on going inside of a companion hollow. Just a tiny little sub hollow that had been newly established. Hollow 145184.

Was that the hollow's identification number? Why didn't it have a unique name? Did the numbers mean anything? If this hollow became bigger, surely it would be properly renamed, right?

In any case, the ethereals should be small and relatively harmless. Really, you'd be doing a favor for... whoever kept track of the hollows! If you raided and defeated enough ethereals the sub hollow would shrink, after-all.

Sadly, your raiding had borne no fruits of interest. 300 Dennies here, a few ether crystals there. Guess that's just what happens when you target something so small, it was either raided already by faster raiders and/or Hollow Investigators, or no one had left anything to begin with, as the area was so small.

Whatever.

It was just a way to get expierence anyway... and seeing as there was no hiccups, you could probably move on to bigger—

Bwooop! Bwooop!

Your bangboo blared. Looking at the screen on its face a warning was clearly seen.

Carrot Data Valid for:

4:51

Alright, five-minutes give-or-take, ticking down as you access your bangboo to find out where to go next.

"Alright Eggmuffin! Guide me out of here!" You encouraged giving the white, brown and yellow multiboo a small shove, which it gave a simple, "Ehn-nene Daah!" [Translated to, "sure thing! No shoving next time, though!"]

Time to go through barely-functioning buildings and stupid-crowded streets with debris, collapsed archways and bridges that you and Eggmuffin had to climb over, or sometimes struggle through.

Carrot Data Valid for:

2:16

Ah, but you both were more than halfway done! The exit was even on Eggmuffin's map!

Now in a clearing you're both set to sprint your way...

Home?

An otherworldly sound shook through your body, rumbling against your bones, you were paralyzed with fear as though a tiger had roared with the menacing energy of a caterwauling cougar.

Eggmuffin looked at you, and seeing the massive ethereal nearly crack the ground with its lunge at you, it tried to defend you, reaching into the pocket on its tummy and retrieving a bunch of ether-corrupted garbage at the massive crystallized beast, including food (why did they feel the need to pick it up in the first place?), various kinds of silverware and firecrackers from the festival a few days back.

At the very least this distracted the Ethereal long enough for you to recognize it as a Farbuti in the "Energized" state... you defeated the normal Farbuti with an S ranking in the H.I.A Club at least once, but fighting in real life somehow felt different, dangerously so Plus, the Energized variant was supposed to be harder to defeat.

A very stress inducing,

"Warning! Carrot Will Expire in Approximately: 1 Minute and 45 Seconds."

Was semi-heard by you, even throughout the loud popping of the firecrackers Eggmuffin lit via matches stored in their pocket.

Time to make a mad dash!

Gone with your stunned phase, you began to run, adrenalin pumping through every blood vessel in your body, grabbing Eggmuffin by their plushy body, you carry them in one arm, looking at the map on their screen.

58 Seconds

You could feel your lungs flare up in pain.

42 Seconds.

Eggmuffin was starting to feel a little heavy... did you get them new parts or something recently?

37 Seconds.

You try to maneuver around a wall, while the ethereal behind simply smashes right through it. The loud noises cause even more ethereals to your location. Smaller, but too high in number to risk fighting anything.

23 Seconds.

Right there! Right up ahead there was a brick wall belonging to a house. If she could just reach there you'd be teleported to safety like magic and probably go home to re-think this whole "Hollow Raider" thing.

11 Seconds.

...

4 Seconds.

...

Carrot Expired.

Too late.

As soon as you got to the wall you hit it instead of passing right through like a carrotless buffoon. Your right shoulder hit the wall, and Eggmuffin fell out of your hands from the momentum.

Out of breath, out of bangboo strength, and out of time.

The ethereals were approaching, and the biggest one pounced at you. And you closed your eyes...

Only to hear the sound of clashing metal.

Opening your eyes there was a girl with white hair in an orange and black military-looking vest.

Your conveniently-placed savior was here, and saved your arse so thoroughly that made you think twice about keeping up the snarky thoughts about the absurdity of the situation.

Nearly everytime she'd swung with the blade in her hands a generous amount of fire came from it, easily grouping up many of the smaller ethereals without much effort before they singed from it and fell.

Her attention turned to the Energized Fubuki, which was having a tough time hitting its bulky frame when the unknown girl could duck and weave out of the way of it's arms, which were at least the width of a 15 year old tree trunk with ease.

Then she landed a few loud hits and spun in a spiral like a hamster exercising on a blazing wheel.

Before you even knew it the one that had ruined your day, your raid, your carrot, had been vanquished.

And you were left staring at the woman that had done the deed.

Her visor hid most of her facial details, but you could at least see that she had reddish wood-brown eyes. The color of a shiny Zigzagoon or a redwood tree in direct sunlight.

Her skin was slightly glistening, sweat somehow looking more like sparkle on her.

"...ad. Please state your name and business here." Oops. Seems like you missed a few bits of her sentence while thinking about her.

"Mmn... erm... this is Eggmuffin..." you gave the name of the bangboo who'd been jostling your shoulder for the past minute or so. "And my name is [F/N]... what's yours?" Perhaps out of a strange nervous reflex, you gave the classic icebreaker-fingerguns with a neat snap to add pizazz.

The beautiful silver-haired lady sighed a short huff, like an exhausted horse. "As I have previously stated, I am Soldier 11, from the Defense Force."

Ah, nuts and berries, she had apparently said something important that you were too dazed to listen to... oh! Time to recover from this!

"Right, but that can't be your real name, right? Is it a code-word?" It wasn't until this moment that you realized you probably shouldn't be making snarky remarks to someone who could take down things that you couldn't.

'Soldier 11' sheathed her sword in a... backpack thing? Perhaps it was magnetized to allow it to stick and maybe there was a sulfer-and-metal, or flint-and-steel-like reaction that caused her sword to burn?

You have up snap yourself out from getting distracted because of how cool and amazing she looks! She's part of the Defense Force, so she probably won't like if she catches onto you being a Hollow Raider.

"It is not a 'code-word' for anything, nor is it a title. It is simply a statement. You may use it as my name if you wish." You're tempted to ask why she introduces herself like that, but it might be best to simply not know.

Soldier 11 scanned the area, staying quiet then pressed a button on her vest, "Soldier 11 to Captain Magnus–over."

"–aptain Magn—oldier 11—Over." A voice in static replied back.

"There is a civillain without a carrot found in area #329. Permission to diverge from the mission in order to escort her? I will be back to the Obol Squad within fifteen minutes."

"——on Granted."

Soldier 11 looked back towards you, where you'd been busily deleting the expired carrot from Eggmuffin just in case she'd decided to poke around your bangboo, which thankfully didn't happen!

"Follow me."

And so you did.

You couldn't help but wonder why she didn't need to ask where to go over radio. Was she seeing the instructions on where to go through her visor? Or had she actually somehow remembered when you're pretty sure that even the best Hollow Raiders were helpless without carrot-leading bangboo.

Hmm.

Everything started to look the same, and it didn't help that you hardly ever visited this district when it wasn't constantly shifting.

Maybe you were just tired, or beginning to corrupt but you're head was spinning and you're balance was off, so it was only a matter of time before you tripped over chunky rock from a nearby fallen tower and skinned your knee.

You let out a hiss of pain and examined your injury. Flecks of mini-pebbles could be seen embedded in the abrasion. This would be such a chore to disinfect later.

Soldier 11's eyes flick to the wound, " wipe it off and get up."

Arguably that tone made you want to get up even less, causing you to rest on your back a bit and close your eyes like a defeated turtle.

"Ehn! Ehn-nee!" Eggmuffin let out a panicked sound that you didn't bother looking at the screen for translation for. The bangboo wiped off the little bits of gravel in the knee and went around you to push you up by pressing on your back.

Not wanting to be a chore for the bangboo that was trying so hard, you sat up straight and let out a long drawn out groan of annoyance. "How far even are we? How much longer will it take?" Maybe if you just knew an estimate it would help.

Soldier 11 stayed quiet for a moment, tilting her head upwards as though there was an invisible map in the sky.

There wasn't, but you knew that already but still looked up anyway...

"It will take around 3 minutes and 31 seconds to reach the destination." Was she a bangboo in disguise with those calculations or something?

Still, 3:30-or-so wasn't that long, you could probably defrost 4 ounces of meat in the microwave in that time!

"Alright, alright..." you extend your hand to Soldier 11, trying your best to save energy by not getting up fully on your own.

Soldier 11 looks puzzled for a moment, but wordlessly helps you up and continues on the path.

Alright! Well maybe you could both talk and get to know each other! It would be like a speed date with dangerous monsters that make your date take a break for about a minute.

"So... what's the Obol Squad like?"

"That's irrelevant."

Yikes. You could feel your attempts at small talk going awry, and you didn't really know what else to ask apart from things like, 'what do you like to do in your spare time?' but you weren't entirely sure she'd talk about something 'irrelevant'.

Okay, then the next step. What would be relevant?

"Hey, so if I ever wanted to join the Defense Force... could I have a few tips? Or if I get lost again, what would you want me to keep in mind if I needed to fight off an ethereal?"

"Civilians without proper training should run or hide. If you have a bangboo with you there is usually a tracking device you can turn on to alert Public Security of your need for help."

"Oh, I see... and if I don't have a bangboo, or my tracking device is damaged?"

"Hide from ethereals and hope that passerbys can help. Also record your situation if you have the means to do so, by paper, recording tape, or other means."

Alright. Well that wasn't anything you hadn't already known, which was unfortunate. The bangboo's tracking device might be a useful tip, if you didn't already take it out of Eggmuffin to avoid getting tracked by... anyone that might want to arrest or confront a hollow raider like yourself when you made it big.

"You're almost to the outside. Just open the door of that building." Soldier 11 stopped, and gestured you forward.

"Oh... so we're at the end already?"

"Enn! Ehn-na naaa!" Eggmuffin bounced up and down and ran to the door, which seemed to belong to a two-story apartment.

"Affirmative." Soldier 11 relayed, encouraging you to go yet again.

"Right... then I'll be going out of the hollow!" You took a few steps towards the heavy wooden door, Eggmuffin trying to reach the round doorhandle. Your eyes were looking at Soldier 11, who in turn looked at you back. "Thank you."

"No thanks needed."

Soldier 11's eyes never left until she knew you were no longer in the hollow.

Author Notes:

This is based on the song Strange Sight, by KT Tunstall after watching Tinkerbell and The Legend of the Neverbeast... and crying... again...

Specifically it's based off of the first verse! You probably won't be able to tell even if you re-read this fic while having it in mind, which is fine. It was originally an animation idea translated to fanfic, so it probably wouldn't be very apparent.

I'll likely be doing the other few parts I have planned after we get to properly meet and interact with all the Obol Squad members, since my plan is to eventually have this reader character go join the Defense Force and eventually The Obol Squad.

Funfact:

This is very heavily based on an OC I made for the Obol Squad named Fawn, er, differences is that Fawn is more goofy and was never a hollow raider and never had a bangboo. She was just a civillain that got trapped in a hollow, rescued by Soldier 11 and is gay asf and brute-forces joining The Defense Force and The Obol Squad so that she can be closer to the one that saved her. She was initially placed in a different Squad I made up and makes lots of friends and stuff there and kinda just takes it all easy! She's so silly and I love her!

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More Pacific Drive Ramblings

This game has me by the neck. It's so intriguing in a way I don't often get to experience. I'm not a regular gamer, and it's really easy to put me off from a game if it's either too bright, too busy, or too hard/forgiving for my fumbling hands. I like games that give me a goal, but let me get there at my own pace using whatever path I find works for me. Games that have a life lived within them, have a history, have a past and a future. Games that just are and what that is to me is determined by what I find and how I find it. Where lore is found on the surface, and answers are found deep beneath the earth. I can find those answers if I want them, or I can just play the game and let it be. I can get from point A to B and be done with it.

But I'm already planning on playing more, playing it again. I've made an actual shopping list of the materials I'll need to create and all-electric vehicle. I've imagined myself actually traversing these hellscapes, navigating both on foot and behind the wheel, I've pondered a no-car run since my first minute of playtime, and now, as I'm trying and failing to focus on other tasks that I need to complete, all I can think of is playing again.

TOTK had me pretty bad, but only up until I finished the game, I've hardly touched it since. Stardew Valley has had so many restarts, I couldn't tell you what the original plan for my first farm was if I tried. Minecraft? Forget it. Skyrim? Can't be bothered. Party games? I'm an introvert, parties are a very rare thing.

Pacific Drive makes me want to get out and explore almost as much as it makes me want to run crying back to the relative safety of my vehicle. The environments are beautifully crafted maps of confusing anomalies and debris, chock full of this or that, and brimming with an ambience so unenviably ominous that I feel like I'm back in the woods and all by myself.

My only real, both human AND intelligent, companions are voices on a radio. Voices of people that may not even be real. Voices that could have been recorded a day, a week, ten years ago, or maybe even some unknown future date. Time is weird here. I could be completely alone for all I know.

Alone, defenseless, but nonetheless determined to survive.

[isfjmel-phleg]

Who is Tamett?

Today, April 29, is my OC Tamett's birthday.

Bio

Tamett Lockridge (né Låsrygg--he's often known historically by the Coregicized version of his surname) was born in Noriber, a nation conquered by Lienne in the fifteenth century, to Edvin and Elina Låsrygg. His father was from a respectable but untitled and financially struggling family, and his mother was the daughter of a Noriberrian duke. Tamett was named after his maternal uncle, the current duke, who had no children, in the hope that he might inherit the title someday. Despite this connection to nobility, Tamett grew up unassuming and ordinary alongside his four sisters--until a recommendation from his uncle landed him a position as companion to Josiah, Crown Prince of Lienne.

Living at the palace and studying alongside a prince turns out to be a miserable experience for Tamett. He struggles academically, feels stifled by the formal atmosphere of the royal household, and most of all does not really get along with Josiah, who treats him with disdain. Tamett has learned to hold his tongue, ignore his frustrations, and go along to get along, and it works--until it doesn't. As punishment for his role in a lessons-related deception that Josiah orchestrated, he is tasked with accompanying Josiah to Hollingham College in Corege in the capacity of manservant. This would be bad enough, but Tamett has also recently given Josiah reason to thoroughly loathe him. And now they're stuck together in a foreign country.

But valeting Josiah isn't the only job Tamett has been given. And what he's about to deal with will challenge him to figure out exactly who Tamett Låsrygg really is--a subservient shadow? or an individual with aspirations and an ethic of his own?

Why I Love Him

Tamett is one of my more difficult characters to write. It's easy to lose him in his relationship to Josiah, and compared to Josiah and Elystan, whom he will be featured alongside, he has a relatively unremarkable personality. He's The Generic Guy, and I've meant to try to do something about that--but it's occurred to me fairly recently that that's the whole point. Tamett is paid to be nobody. He has been more or less raised to be nobody. And what does that do to a person? What is he holding back? Who would Tamett be if he were allowed to be his authentic self? Does he even know anymore? These are questions that I'd like to get to the bottom of, and for the first time I'm finding myself not just pitying Tamett but fascinated by his potential. Unlike the royal characters, his future isn't bound by certain obligations, so life could take him just about anywhere as his world enters its equivalent of a century full of exciting new developments.

(Also his relationships with his sisters is a lot of fun. He's the only one of my fictional older brothers who isn't aloof and uninvolved.)

Description

Tamett hadn’t a remarkable feature on him; perhaps he had been chosen as Josiah’s companion for that very reason. He seemed created to be a professional shadow. He had ashy hair, eyes the color of fog, and the nondescript appearance of furniture, like a plain, reliable chair taken for granted. But something in his stoic expression suggested a chair that one of these mornings might surprise you by falling to pieces beneath you.

Further Info

There are lists of random OC facts for him here and here. These are somewhat old lists, created when I was still trying to more fully develop the character, and I might need to revisit/rethink them, but you get the idea.

Appearances

A Selection of Letters Related to Tamett Lockridge, 1903 (at age eight)

A Little Violin Music (at age twelve)

Selections from the Correspondence of the Lockridge Family (before Book 3)

Book 3 Chapter One (I am currently in the process of revising this chapter and there may be a new version soonish)

Book 3 Chapter Two (also subject to change)

A Christmas Chapter (Tamett’s POV) (during Book 3)

He also appears in Josiah's and Elystan's POVs of "A Christmas Chapter."

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*sigh* screw it, I just want to complain more

So I’ve been trying to draw Menos (he is said favorite character above) yet again today, but it just keeps not working. I don’t really even know what I’m doing wrong, though at the same time I don’t really know how to do it right either

He’s just so difficult for me to draw for some reason. Actually no, I know the reason. It’s because he’s big and buff and has a different body shape to the rest of the main cast, and I don’t really know how to draw that. Also, there’s that godforsaken neck chain of his, that for some reason is impossible for me to draw

It doesn’t look that hard to draw in the game’s concept art, hell he doesn’t look hard to draw, especially considering his clothes are awfully simplistic compared to his companions and other characters

It’s literally just that he’s buff, I swear. But I just can’t draw him!

And this summer, I actually did somehow manage to make a sketch of a character with his body type this summer, and I keep looking at it for reference, but it just ends up looking trash

I don’t know how I did it that first time!

I know you people don’t really see my art of him that often, mostly just Ceres (though in all honesty I have been drawing a lot of her recently), but that’s because I either keep deleting it or I don’t post the never to be finished page that I drew him on, and only my Discord server that’s for Cookie Run and not this gets subjected to it. I have been trying and failing to draw him so much, including today

Speaking of today’s drawings, I actually did manage to make something halfway decent today, that being this

I’ve previously mentioned being at the dentist today, and drawing this while waiting (not entirely sure what I was waiting for, other than the thing to fill my cavities I guess? Since we were finished drilling holes in my teeth. Ah well, not important). I wanted to recreate the style drawing thing I had done above, while also maybe attempting to give them eyes closer to their canon designs

And quite honestly, I think they turned out pretty well! Maybe not the best, and I really don’t know what Ceres is doing with her arms, but it’s still not horrible

Then later today, I was trying to draw Menos similarly. And it crashed and burned (I’ve already erased what I was drawing, so I can’t show you). I’ve also been kind of trying to draw something else on the page, but it just isn’t working

I think I can only draw decently when I’m not at home, like when I’m at the dentist. Because it just isn’t working for some reason. I mean, I guess I won’t have much longer to wait, since I go back to school one week from now, and I always do my best work during lecture. Which isn’t great since I need to pay attention in lecture, but I at least will be able to draw outside of my house, and presumably do better

And yeah, I was able to draw that Dark Cacao and Choco picture yesterday, and it turned out pretty fine. And also, I’m a Cookie Run artist, I should just stop complaining about all this, making it a bigger deal than it is, and just go back to what I can do relatively well

But for one thing, I’m still stuck on this quest to draw Menos good, and I still haven’t gotten there, because I literally don’t know how to achieve it

And second, quite honestly it’s those Cookies’ fault I can’t draw these guys anymore!

I tried to learn how to draw the Cookie Run characters in a style similar to how they’re officially drawn. It took me a while, but I can pull it off I think pretty well, or at least decently (it just depends on how lazy I feel with the designs). But in the process, I have forgotten how to draw human characters properly/other beings with similar proportions. I may be able to draw them and it look semi decent by the end, but I don’t actually know what I’m doing in the sketch layer, and it feels like far more of an ordeal than it should be, and that quite honestly, I don’t have the skill anymore. I’m sure you can see it with how limited the poses of most human-ish characters I’ve drawn recently tend to be. Or at least, I’ve noticed it in drawings that I’ve done but haven’t posted because they weren’t done or I didn’t like them

And I struggle with applying what I’ve learned from Cookie Run to these human designs, because in my mind at least, they aren’t applicable here, because the proportions are all different and they have hands and necks now, and it’s all completely different so how do I apply it? Not to mention the fact that I’m semi-remembering how I used to do it and trying to copy what I used to do, but not knowing how I’m supposed to actually do it, so everything becomes a jumbled mess, and I get something that might look decent out of pure luck. I want an actual stable process for drawing human characters that looks good, but because of Cookie Run, I don’t have that anymore

And I can’t just draw in the Cookie Run style, because that’s basically like a Chibi art style, and that just wouldn’t look proper when it’s entirely different from the actual art of the game. Cookie Run you can get away with since that’s the canon art style and also just what the characters look like, being living gingerbread people. But I can’t do that with Evoland 2, it’s just not true to the game and quite frankly would just look embarrassing

What was I talking about again? Right, being unable to draw Menos. Well, that’s why you have to deal with this right now, because Cookie Run is in some way the reason that I am having this problem. Also, I really like Menos and want to draw him, but I can’t and it’s so endlessly frustrating

Yeah there’s the other characters, but I want to draw him specifically, since he’s the one on my mind most of the time, along with his family and also Velvet. It’s mostly Fina and Kuro who aren’t on my mind that often. But even then, I struggle with drawing the other characters too. Though that might be because I run out of steam by the time I decide to draw them, and so I just don’t want to draw them. I don’t know

I hate that I’m an artist who’s whole purpose is to draw, and yet I cannot draw my favorite character, who frankly isn’t that difficult to draw, all because I currently lack the ability to

[imdoingaokay]

I have an idea! The romanced companions reacting to female sole survivor dying during combat!

(A/N): I know, I know, you all missed me. I missed you too haha.

I'm sorry for the long wait, I promise it wasn't on purpose. As I've said before, I am in nursing school, which makes getting out a stuff super difficult. But I love you guys and I love writing!

Sole was written as Gender Neutral, love you <3

Anyways, enjoy my garbage, I wrote this during my class hehehe

SUPER HUGE TW FOR THE FOLLOWING: Descriptions of death, death in general, nothing too graphic (but still), and plenty of angst

Cait: She can’t help but feel terrible like she failed Sole. It doesn’t help that she was right there when it happened.

Watching Sole slump down, hearing their breathing slow until they completely stilled. It was a feeling she had grown used to, but not one she wished to revisit.

She doesn’t know what to do, so she does what she thinks is best. She buries Sole unless Sole specified they wanted their body burned or something. She tells the Minutemen, The Railroad, Brotherhood, or the Insitute, whoever needs to be informed, and then she leaves. She never really thought she was worthy of Sole, regardless of whether they were a “good” or “bad” person, so she leaves as soon as possible. 

She tries her best to stay away from drugs and alcohol. But, realistically? If Sole dies? There’s a solid chance she throws herself back in unless Sole was with the Minutemen or the Railroad and set up a grief group before they passed.

Romanced, Cait is still in pain, still mourning, but it hurts more. She finally had something good, something healthy, and it was ripped away from her. Cait stays wherever had become Sole’s home, and sort of adopts a caretaker role, she works alongside the settlement workers. She tries to honor Sole’s memory, whatever it may have been. She never really moves on, but she forgives herself. And she thinks that’s what Sole would’ve wanted.

Curie: In absolute agony. She tries her best, really tries to stitch Sole up to the best of her abilities. But as she watches Sole slip away, Curie knows she can’t do anything. Not like it makes it any easier.

Curie uses Sole’s pip-boy and begs for backup, begging for help to get Sole’s body out of range. Eventually, when some help does arrive, Curie is hysterical. She can’t seem to forgive herself for her mistakes, despite not making any. She returns to Sole’s home and decides to leave soon after. Curie still feels the guilt of not being able to save Sole, so she decides to help others. Curie slowly turns a name, a mysterious doctor who appears around the Commonwealth, treats patients, then leaves, and the cycle continues. Curie can’t forgive herself for failing her friend, but she can make up for her mistakes by helping others.

Romanced, Curie may settle instead. Choosing to stay where both she and Sole called home. She becomes the Settlement’s doctor and becomes a very good one at that. She isn’t as bubbly as she once was, just more reserved.

Danse: No, no, no! Danse sprints over to Sole, and despite his power armor, he moves relatively fast. He uses his power armor to block Sole’s body from any potential projectiles. Danse picks up his friend, praying they’re still alive, and flees. 

Once in a safe area, Danse lays his friend down and realizes… they’re gone. Sole gave Danse a second chance at life after Danse himself was convinced he didn’t deserve it, and now they were gone. How does that happen? He can’t find it in him to cry, he frowns deeply and picks up his friend again, now returning Sole to wherever or whoever needed them, needed Sole’s body. And Danse will take Sole anywhere if they need. The Railroad, Institute… preferably to the Minutemen, however.

He even takes Sole’s body to Cambridge Police Station if Sole was loyal to The Brotherhood. 

Once Sole’s body has been delivered, Danse returns to Listening Post Bravo. And for the first time, he weeps. He’s lost so many, and it seems like he’s always the one left behind.

He’ll leave the Commonwealth, and go somewhere, anywhere, probably out west. He fights ghouls and super mutants, mindlessly shooting until he can’t anymore.

Romanced, it’s worse, it’s so much worse. Danse screams Sole’s name, sprints over, and takes them to cover. Danse gets out of his armor and cradles his lover, he begs, screams, and pleads with whatever god he can to save his lover. But it’s too late, Sole is gone. And Danse is alone.

Danse returns his lover’s body but doesn’t leave wherever they are buried. He stays, becoming a farmer and working his heart out for whatever Settlement Sole had claimed as theirs. Danse thinks that Sole would want him to be happy, and would want him to move on. But Danse can’t do that. He loves Sole too much to move on. But he continues living, and living is good enough.

Deacon: Deacon isn’t a very serious guy, but the moment he sees Sole fall, he’s the most serious man he knows. Deacon shoots any enemies nearby and quickly rushes over to Sole. He shakes his friend, begging them to wake up, but after a few seconds, he realizes that Sole is dead. His friend is dead. Per Railroad guidelines, Sole is supposed to be left behind at least, buried in an unmarked grave at best. So why does Deacon hesitate? Why does he carefully carry Sole back to their home a bury them properly? Respect? Compassion? Adoration? Nobody knows, Deacon always changes his story.

Sole becomes just another body, another story, one he might tell to the next doomed soul he meets. But honestly? Deacon doesn’t expect to live long enough for that.

Romanced, Deacon is immediately by his lover's side, he holds his lover as tightly as he can and attempts to stop the blood and comfort his lover, but as soon as they still, as soon as they go limp, Deacon breaks. He silently holds them and takes them home. He’ll probably still work for the Railroad, work helping Synths until they don’t need him anymore, but he isn’t the same. He’s so much sadder and so quiet. He’s effective and gets the job done, but when Sole died, so did a bit of Deacon.

Gage: Furious at first, how dare Sole die? How dare they die right here? How dare they leave him alone? At the start of their friendship, he would’ve been slightly annoyed, but Gage and Sole have been friends for longer. And now, he’s alone. He barred his heart, he told them everything about themselves, and now Sole is just gone, his friend is just… gone. He does what he has to do, and gives them a burial, potentially somewhere other than in Nuka-World. After that, he takes up the mantle of Overboss, not happily, don’t get me wrong. He would much rather avoid that role, but Sole was the best one the raiders had, and nobody else will be able to measure up to them. At least, with Gage, he can try to emulate Sole’s leadership. And he’ll do a pretty good job. Or at least, he’ll try until someone comes along and kills him. He’s fine with either.

Romanced, he sprints to his lover’s side, he holds them while they bleed out, “Alright, you’re fine. You’re fine, Sole.” He claims as if that will magically close the gaping wound in Sole’s side. He watches Sole slip away from his grasp and slowly break out into tears. He didn’t remember the last time he cried it was probably when he still lived with his parents. He feels ashamed for his softness while he sobs into his lover’s neck, feeling Sole’s body turn cold. But after his lover is buried, he refuses ever to cry again, deciding to harden himself for the rest of his life, however long it is.

He becomes Overboss, does his job, and waits… waits for his end. And when his end happens, he hopes it’s quick and hopes Sole will wait for him on the other side.

Hancock: He lies to himself, and says that Sole isn’t dead, they’re just knocked out. But the blood and the stillness of their body tells Hancock that his buddy is gone.

After burying or burning the body, Hancock returns to Goodneighbor and holes himself up in the Statehouse. Hancock always knew he would most likely outlive Sole, but he hoped it would be different. He hoped Sole would be an old man or woman, that they’d die peacefully after puffing some jet with Hancock. But the Wasteland is cruel, and it takes the best people away, just because it can.

He gets word that a few of the people in Goodneighbor want to set up a small memorial to Sole, and Hancock is more than happy to help. He keeps living, he’s certain that’s what Sole wants. He never gets that close to anyone again, not because he’s trying to guard himself, he just can’t find the time. He walks around the Commonwealth, throwing himself into helping everyone, that’s what Sole did. So without Sole, someone else has to pick up the “slack” so to speak. And he’s fine with that, hopefully, Sole is too. 

Romanced, he does his best to keep a brave face for Sole, sharing a final kiss before Sole eventually succumbs to their injuries. He cries for a while and throws himself into more chems. It’s Fahrenheit who encourages Hancock to get out of the Old State House and to go for a walk around Goodneighbor. He goes out on the balcony first and notices how bright it is outside. The past month had been fairly cloudy and gloomy, so Hancock stands there, feeling the sun on his face. He’s not very religious, but that warm feeling… it had to be a sign that Sole loves him, wherever they are, Sole loves him.

He never loves another again, not how he loved Sole, but he will keep living. He’ll keep going until the day comes when he and Sole see each other again. 

MacCready: He’s upset, for lack of a better word, so upset he ends up cursing for the first time in years. He grabs at his friend and clings to them, attempting to help them. But eventually, he has to face the music. They’re gone, and he’s alone. Unlike what he did with Lucy, MacCready brings Sole back, back to their home… wherever that might be. He’ll travel the entire length of the Commonwealth if it means that Sole will get a proper burial.

He’ll end up leaving, if Duncan hasn’t joined him in the Commonwealth, thinking that the Commonwealth has nothing left for him anymore. If Duncan has arrived in the Commonwealth, MacCready ends up retiring from mercenary work permanently. He’ll end up working as a guard in Sanctuary, working nights. It makes it easier to care for Duncan when he’s with him during the day. MacCready focuses on Duncan and Duncan alone, with no time for anything else.

Romanced, he’s a mess. He cries and clings onto Sole, begging them to wake up. But he knows it’s over. He mourns his lover, hauling their body to the pair’s shared home, and buries his lover despite the sadness he feels. Unlike if they were just friends, MacCready stays in The Commonwealth, bringing Duncan if he isn’t there already. He works as a guard, but refuses to ever love again, after all… nobody can measure up to Sole or Lucy. His life surrounds his son, and the memory of Sole. He feels terrible if Duncan never got a chance to meet Sole, but he tries to tell stories of them. 

He’s a good man, he tells himself. So he stays alive, for the sake of his son… and for the sake of Sole. Sole would want him to… right?

Nick Valentine: Nick comforts, if he can. He soothes his friend as much as possible. Talking to them as they bleed out. If he knows he can’t help, he just stays nearby and talks with his friend. Like Hancock, Nick expected to outlive Sole, but not like this. Nick watches his friend leave their world and prays they go to a better one. 

He covers Sole with his coat out of respect.  Hell, he ends up burying his friend in that coat. He doesn’t mind losing it, Sole deserves something to keep them warm under the 6 feet of earth.

He’ll continue to work, but he does his best to keep his memories of Sole, copying them from his subconscious and placing them on a holotape. Nick doesn’t want to forget them, not someone who did so much for him.

He’s so used to people leaving him, so used to the cruelty of the wasteland, but… 

Why Sole?

Romanced, Nick does much of the same, but he cradles his lover, holding and soothing Sole the best he can. But even if he can’t prevent his voice from cracking and breaking, he watches his lover go limp and does his best to return the body somewhere his lover can be properly buried.

He mourns, turning off the neon sign in Diamond City for well over a month. When it does come back on, Nick is back to work, still polite, cordial, and friendly. But everyone can’t help but feel the sadness in his eyes

It’s strange, he thinks. As time goes on, Nick’s memories come and go, but Sole’s memory stays. Maybe the “real” Nick Valentine, could only love Jenny, but Nick can only love Sole. And that sort of love stays, despite the space of an old synth’s hard drive.

Old Longfellow: He calls out for Sole, seeing them hurt breaks his heart. 

“No, kid… no you gotta get up, come on.” He tries to lift them, only to place them back down when he hears the pained cry of his chil-I mean… Sole.

He tries his best, but even he realizes there’s nothing he can do. He comforts them in their last moments, realizing that despite dying, Sole is trying to keep him calm. If he has one, he’ll share a drink with Sole, and watch as Sole breathes for the last time.

He’ll bury Sole on the mainland unless Sole says otherwise. But when Longfellow returns to his Cabin, he finds himself wondering what is next. He hoped it would be him to die first… he was supposed to die first. It was his fault, he didn’t do enough, and he should’ve taken the blow.

He sits on his bed, and for the first time in what feels like ages, he cries. Only to still himself a few moments later, he can’t cry. He has to move on, has to keep living.

He’ll keep living, wondering if he’ll die that day or the next, but he doesn’t mind either.

Longfellow works with Far Harbor more, now. Helping Synths pass through the fog with his help, if he can. He thinks Sole would approve.

Hopefully, he’ll meet someone who he can teach again. Someone younger… maybe that synth child Sole spoke to him about.

Romanced, he realizes that Sole needs him to calm down much faster. But he can’t help but admit to his lover before they go that it was his fault. He’ll never forget his lover smiling and cupping his cheek, feeling how warm it felt on his prickling beard. And he’ll never forget how they smiled and shook their head, in pain, but smiling. And all of a sudden, Longfellow feels some closure.

The rest of it moves the same, he continues to help and continues to live. But he’ll never love again, nobody else is like Sole, and even if there was… he doesn’t want them. Longfellow will always want Sole, not someone like them. And when the day comes when he returns to the sea or the dirt, he’ll embrace that with open arms… the way he hopes Sole will embrace him when they see each other once again.

Piper: Piper cries out “Blue?!” over and over again until her throat is raw, she shakes her friend, begging her friend to wake up. But Sole is dead. And that’s it.

She buries her friend the best she can, but when she returns home, she finds herself wondering what she should do next. So she does what she does best.

She writes.

Piper writes the most beautiful story about Sole, but it isn’t some sob story or some heroic tale. She tells the truth. She describes the story of Sole’s life after The Great War, and she writes the tale of Sole navigating through the post-apocalyptic world, how they won, and how they lost. And how despite it all, Sole persevered, and even when they were on death’s door… Well, maybe Piper does play Sole’s life up a little bit.

Regardless, Sole gets one hell of a send-off.

Piper continues writing, focusing on what matters to her.

Romanced, she does everything the exact same. She cries harder and writes faster, but most people in Diamond City agree, Piper isn’t the same. She’s still got that strong sense of justice, she will still do whatever it takes to get a story. But she takes more time off, spends more time with her sister, she lives. Because she’s certain that’s what Sole would want her to do. 

Preston: He does what he can at first, he picks his friend up and tries to get them away. But when Preston looks down and watches his friend grow weaker and weaker, he accepts it, he accepts that this is the end of The General. Preston brings Sole’s body back and gives them a proper funeral. 

He apologizes to his friend's grave, claiming it should’ve been them instead, tears gathering in his eyes. He knew he would cry over his friend, but not this hard. He’s adopted the role of General, he’s certain that Sole would’ve wanted that. He also adopts their leadership skills and learns how to grow the settlements. He’ll do his best, and he’ll be the best General he can be.

General Garvey has a nice ring to it anyways.

Romanced, he’s distraught. He clings to his lover and drags them home. At first, he can’t stop his tears. He begs his lover to come back, begs whatever god there is to take him instead, but Sole’s gone. Eventually, when the calls for help become too much, and when he can’t ignore them anymore, Preston dons the name of General. 

He continues to do his best and he’ll stay alive for as long as possible, for the sake of the Commonwealth… and for Sole’s sake too.

X6-88: He calls out for Sole, a few times. It doesn’t make sense to him, Sole isn’t supposed to bleed. He tries to give them stimpacks, but the blood… it’s too much. 

Sole may try to comfort X6, maybe try to stop him, but X6 can’t seem to stop trying to save them. But after Sole goes limp, after Sole goes cold, X6 realizes what he has done. 

He takes them back to The Insitute, waiting for reprimand, for something. If Father is still alive, he watches as the older man sighs and orders for the body to be taken away. Father watches X6 before asking, in a confused tone “Why are you crying?”

X6’s fingers go to his cheeks, where he feels the wetness from his tears. Quickly wiping them away, he apologizes and returns to his duties. But all of a sudden, he’s emotional? He thinks about Sole, how they acted toward others… X6 liked them... X6 admired them. X6 actually misses them. But he isn’t supposed to feel that way, not towards anyone. So why does he feel this way for Sole?

It takes him time, and he eventually comes to the realization that X6 feels this way because… he cared. He cared for Sole, and Sole cared for him. And maybe that makes him faulty and maybe that makes him a terrible Courser. But X6 can’t seem to care, not for that. 

Romanced, X6 probably had more time to work on his emotions, and more time to work on his outlook on just about everything. So when Sole dies, he knows that the reason he is crying is that he loved them. And X6… actually doesn’t mind that. He gets curious one day and reads a few books, and even overhears a few others speak, and over time, heals himself. He lives, works, and does what he needs to do because when the day comes, and he dies, he’s fine with it all. The love he had for Sole was real, and that’s worth something, isn’t it?

[cloud0818]

What KHR characters call everyone in Japanese

If KHR characters use the second person, let's see who they call whom and how. For now, let's talk about the 10th generation.

To begin with, the second person is rarely used in Japanese conversation. Japanese can function without a subject or object, so there is no need for the word "you" to be present in a conversation. And many people call the person by their name or attributes when they need to call speaking to. So, if the distance is close but the name is not listed, assume that the most basic way of call for them is used. Or very little.

Then, the following should be noted:

It's just if they have ever called them in canon.

Basically, we can think no special meaning is implied. It was possible that they just happened to need to use second person pronouns to speaking with. Please enjoy it as a reference!

If you need an explanation about second person pronouns in Japanese :)))

Tsuna

He almost always calls someone by their name. But sometimes he uses:

"Omae" (お前/おまえ)

To Reborn, Lambo, Haru, Enemys(including past one), and everyone when he is hyper mode.

"Kimi"(君/きみ)

To Gokudera, Chrome, Kyoko(rarely), Enma

Gokudera

He rather rarely calls people by their name. He calls everyone by nickname. Or

"Omae" (it can be rough sometimes)

To everyone without Tsuna and Reborn (Especially, Yamamoto, Haru, Lambo)

Or he sometimes calls Bianchi "Anta". See immediately below for more details on this. And it is sometimes used at a time when a rebellious child is unsure what to call a parent. When he uses this second person pronoun to her, there is more like this nuance than rude, it feel like clumsy.

Yamamoto

He uses both their name and second person pronouns. However, he uses different the second person between enemies and friends.

"Omae"

To everyone who isn't his enemy. But it's not often used for older than him.

"Anta"(あんた)

This is a corruption of the pronunciation of "Anata". The expression is relatively rough and not polite. It have a little rude nuances, so it isn't used with people who has relationship. But these aren't much of a problem for middle school students to use to people who have distance.

To his enemies (maybe adult one, he uses "Omae" to Ken.)

Ryohei

He uses their name as a second person. But when he uses second person pronouns, it's quite unique.

"Omae "

To everyone

"Kisama" (貴様/きさま)

In today, it is rough expression. In comics, villains sometimes use it. However, he uses it, there is no nuance of looking down on the others. Rather, it feel honest or simple honesty like his old-fashioned Japanese boy style.

To enemies (including light quarrel)

Hibari

He never attempt to call people their name as a second person. It's only Kusakabe and Roll that he does so. If it's absolutely necessary, he calls them by full name.

"Kimi"

To everyone, even animals or human.

"Anata"

To Dino (I thought he uses for adults, but he used "Kimi" for Genkishi or Xanxus.)

Lambo

As you know, he is unique kid. He speaks like to everyone present rather than conversing with any one person. Therefore, the second person is used less often. And when he uses it, he almost always calls the others by their name. Sometimes:

"Omae"

To Reborn, enemies (kid and both adult)

"Anta" (rarely)

To enemies (+10yo adult uses)

Mukuro

He doesn't call people by their names very often basically. Occasionally he calls them by their name, but it uses their full name. And this isn't the case towards to his companions. He sometimes calls his companion their first name.

"Kimi"

To everyone with his companions

"Omae"

To his companions (especially Ken and Flan)

Chrome

She is quiet, using few words so mostly no subject or object. Therefore, there may be rather more opportunities to use second person pronouns than person's name. However, she often calls Ken, Chikusa, and Mukuro by their first names.

"Anata"

To everyone (Especially stranger. And it's regardless of ages.)

In addition, it they call to someone by name, they may be given honorific titles and a variety of suffixes. Which one they choose will give a completely different impression. If I try to combine them into one post, it would be a book :D I will post other character's second person or honorific titles soon, but again, it can't go into detail of all. So if you need more details or specific information, feel free to ask:)))

Thank you for reading!!

[nuclearanomaly]

1 – Envoy

wc. 737 | Heavensward MSQ

In order to make the Moogles of the Mists reveal themselves plans are made that Ninira does not care for much.

“You seem displeased.”

Ninira turned, prying her gaze away from the distant looming structures that made up the Churning Mists’ horizon, as Alphinaud approached. 

“With the plan.” He continued when she didn’t respond. He had finished packing what supplies he had and was clearly ready to depart.

She bit the inside of her lip. So it had been that obvious. She needed to get better at controlling her emotions so they weren’t so blatantly plastered on her face for all to read. 

“I am…” There was no point in lying. Not to Alphinaud. She wouldn’t lie to Alphinaud, not after all they had been through, not unless she needed to…

 “I know it’s our best chance at getting these Moogles to reveal themselves but…” She averted her gaze, “I just don’t like the idea of you going alone.”

His expression softened. “I know, however I am not the one accused of regicide.”

This was true, as was the fact that none of their other companions were viable options either. While Ysayle might not be as quickly identified as the leader of the Ishgardian Heretics within the forests of Gridania, the risk was still there. And as she had already pointed out her skills were better served trying to find and petition the aid of amiable dragons. Estinien was also out of the question. He was not about to leave, not with the Eye allowing him to confirm Nidhogg’s presence nearby. For him to accompany Alphinaud to Gridania would leave Ishgard even more exposed than before.

“I still don’t like it. You might not technically be as wanted as I am but they’ll know you were with me. I don’t trust what’s left of–” She hesitated, not wanting to re-open old wounds too badly. “–the deserters from the Crystal Braves to leave you be, if they come across you.”

Alphinaus shifted at the mention of his old, failed, peacekeeping movement but didn’t seem too discouraged as he continued. “We can simply hope that most, if not all of them, are stationed in and around Ul’dah. With any luck my arrival in Gridania and potential talks with the Elder Seedseer will go relatively unnoticed.”

Ninira’s mouth twisted at that comment as well and Alphinaud smiled. “It is also probably for the best that I am the one performing such talks as it is clear you are still, stung, from the Banquet.”

“And you’re not? They walked out on us!” Alphinaud opened his mouth but Ninira knew what he was going to say. “For political security, and safety.” She sighed, “I know… I know… but it was still insulting.” A few moons prior and she was hailed the Hero of Operation Archon, how little it clearly mattered now. 

“Perhaps it was, regardless we must move on. Fortunately, the talks will also give me the opportunity to clear those tensions with the Elder Seedseer.”

Ninira sniffed. But this was off topic from her real worries. 

“What if something does happen?”

Alphinaud could only shrug. They had been avoiding Linkpearls for extra security after their escape to Ishgard. They could opt for them now but there was no way to know if it was worth the risk.

“Give me a week.” His gaze was distant, contemplative. “I estimate, with the travel time from Gridania and taking into account what access the Seedseer can get us to speed things along, I can be back here well within a week.” He looked at Ninira. “If I’m not back by then you may do what you wish to come find me. Burn things down and what have you.”

This made Ninira’s mouth twitch into a smile. “I don’t think that will help with our current reputation.”

Alphinaud smiled slightly in return. “No, I suppose not.”

She sighed, though her apprehensions still fizzled under the surface she was mostly reassured. “I will hold you to that. I can wait a week.” A week would feel long, A week spent watching Ysayle and Estinien to make sure they remained friendly enough to not ruin all of Alphinaud’s plans while he was gone would feel longer, but she would do it.

“Thank you, Ninira. I promise to be as quick and discreet as I can. And to return sooner rather than later.” 

She nodded, and watched as he adjusted his belongings, giving her a final nod in send off before focusing on the spell and teleporting from sight.

[doberbutts]

ok ok ok so i grew up with tons of big farm dogs. i haven't had a dog for a while now bc running away from home, poverty, etc etc. life might be settling into a place in the next few years where i could get a dog.... and i'm thinking about a chi when that time comes. do you have good info on them? how to find a (relatively) healthy one from a breed rescue or reputable breeder? anything about them that should be known if you dont have one? any quirks they have? feel free to ignore this but this is a chance to spread chihuahua propaganda if you want :)

If you are looking for good information on the breed, I would locate the website for the breed club in your country and start reading. If there's not much of a website, see if you can find any events put on by the breed club in your country so that you can go and learn more in person. Unfortunately the dog world is half people old enough to be our grandparents, so there's not always a lot of technological knowledge to make information readily available to the public in the way we're typically used to.

In the US, that would be the Chihuahua Club of America, but of course you're on anon so I have no idea what country to look for.

I do not have good luck with rescue so I will not be advising you there. Finding a responsible breeder can be quite difficult, especially in this companion breed that is ridiculously popular. In general, you are going to want the breeder that health tests to at minimum the standard laid out by the breed club. Here, that would be heart, knees, eyes, and a basic genetics test. Showing vs not showing, sports vs no sports, those are things that personally I think matter less to the average buyer who just wants a nice pet.

Personally I look for people who at least take their dogs to events and have fun, because I think temperament is incredibly important in any dog breed, but "events" doesn't need to mean "dog events". My chihuahuas' breeders take their dogs to their Buddhist meetings, where they sit on the laps of attendees and run around the temple freely. This tells me a lot more than "does sports", because it means the dogs are capable of being around a large group of strangers and in a strange area completely offleash and are not only safe but happy to be doted on by whoever is delighted by the presence of a billion tiny dogs. They do also take their dogs to fun run sporting events, and they show their dogs too, but I think in a companion breed the hanging out at the temple provides me more information.

As far as quirks go... they're pretty clannish. A good chihuahua is a friendly dog that may square up and fire off at an incoming challenger- they are pretty similar to terriers after all, and my girls will try to chase coyotes off my property despite very much being snack-sized- but at the same time they shouldn't be little asshole rat dogs that no one wants to be around. They prefer to hang out with other chihuahuas or similarly-sized dogs, though with good socialization you can convince them that bigger dogs are okay too. They're very affectionate and needy, but also have their own independent streak, and when training you may need to be creative when convincing them you're worth listening to. They're pretty cold-intolerant and seek heat and comfort. They come from feral pariah dogs, so they have a lot of "primitive" traits seen in other frequently loose, roaming dogs. They can be hard to potty train as they're avid markers, even the females. They tend to steal and hoard and bury things. Despite a reputation for being yappy, mostly my chihuahuas are pretty quiet until there's a reason to bark, but Fae does do a single bark at passersby when out on a walk.