#he’s also an amazing courser

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Best of Breed from Sunday 9/1/2024

Ponzi in yellow, Json in pink, Halo in blue

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I used basketball hoops orange chandeliers and that electric thingies that I forgot their name and do amazing lampposts to my sanctuary hills.

Also now it has shops. Beautiful. I wanna live in there.

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I think a body swap could be interesting to see with sole and the companions especially with differences in body or faction would you mind giving it a try?

I did this for one (1) specific meme

Disney Channel Strikes Again

Cait; ends up in X6-88 and has a surprisingly good time. For one, he hasn't treated his body like a amusement park you can't get kicked out of. Secondly, he's literally made to be a prime specimen. Mostly just wanders around, amazed at how much better she feels. She's not even bothered by the change of scenery, so to speak. She's way too excited to see what it's like not having joint pain and constant chills. And his head doesn't hurt! And his reflexes are amazing, it's like she can see, hear, feel everything around her before it even happens. She would take the opportunity to take the Courser life for a joyride, but being in his body, Cait gets a firsthand look at just how fucked she could be when they switch back, and wisely decides to take it easy.

Curie; gets to see what life is like for Hancock. Horrified. Traumatized. Disgusted. Confused. Curious. Intrigued. For one, getting such a personal experience as a ghoul is useful, and she does enjoy the learning experience. On the other hand, Hancock is one of those people that's treats his body like its a bumper car, and Curie is not. She has to figure out what the dull pain in her head is from. Is that a symptom of being a ghoul, or is it from his excessive chem usage, lack of sleep, and refusal to drink water? Then it's the frailness. Hancock isn't fragile, but he is scrawny, where Curie eats and rests more. She has weight, Hancock doesn't. The fun part happens when withdrawal kicks in. After the debacle, Hancock finds himself a few pounds heavier, hydrated, well-rested, and with no urge to take chems. Curie basically tidied his health up for him while he was out. And is adamant he try to maintain it.

Danse; gets to live as Preston for a bit. And the funny thing is, since both of them are insomniac workaholics who don't pay attention to their physical needs, Danse didn't notice until he went to work in the garage, and didn't recognize the hand he was using. Danse takes this the worst. Not only does he not want the person who got his body to have his body, he doesn't want to have a body that isn't his own body. He's already been through this. That didn't go well. The whole time, Danse is in a crisis. It's not fun to watch yourself from an outside perspective. But as for the body, the only thing that bothered him was that it wasn't his.

Deacon;

Deacon gets Gage and continues as normal.

Gage; gets to be Piper for a day and also has a bad time. For one, her caffeine/sugar/nicotine addiction is more like a phantom haunting his every waking moment, and he finds it hard to think if he doesn't have at least one of them in his system. Her system? Whatever. Secondly, being a woman in the wasteland sucks major ass. He knew that before. Getting to live it for a time turns him into a passionate man-hater. Also, it's just fucking weird to be 20 again. He can feel the bad decisions of the 20 year old brain, whispering just beneath his 40 year old sensibilities. Once they're back in their respective bodies, claps her on the shoulder and tells her it gets better. Its maybe the first time he's expressed sympathy in his life.

Hancock; ends up in Danse. Hancock hates it as much as Danse does, but...for an unexpected reason. See, Hancock is a creature of...indulgence. Whims. Desires. And Danse is...Hancock never saw him that way, because, y'know, they fucking hate each other, but in this circumstance, when Danse isn't Danse...he ain't ugly, thats for damn sure. So, Hancock was neutral to the concept, until he looked down and got to see the view. This infuriates Hancock. Why does the technofascist get triple-J cups? And then he couldn't do chems, because...well, not his body to treat like a bumper car. And then he got to experience a war vet's PTSD throughout his time. Hancock isn't jumpy. Being jumpy at things he, himself, found normal was a trip. Hancock is all too happy to get out. Especially since Curie took his body to the dry cleaners.

MacCready; switches with Cait. Much like Danse and Preston, Mac and Cait have similar bodies and physical sensations. So, didn't notice until someone addressed him as Cait. MacCready is the one to suffer the most dysphoria, and finds he really isn't comfortable in a lady's body, despite his wildest fantasies as a horny teenager. He tries to ignore it, but it's the little things. Moving your arms feels different when there's a pouch of fat on either pectoral. Moving your legs feels different with nothing in-between. He also tries to be as respectful as possible and refuses to piss, so Cait ends up nearly pissing herself when she gets back in. She both does and doesn't appreciate it.

Nick;

Piper; gets MacCready and knows the moment it happens. How does she know? Piper is a clean freak who's kind of obsessive over her hygiene. One second with MacCready's body and she knew something was dreadfully wrong. If she were a bolder, less considerate person, she'd take his body and walk through a car wash. As it stands, grants him that privacy. She just strips to his underwear, power brushes his teeth, and scrubs everywhere that isn't private with a washcloth and soap until his skin is red. MacCready doesn't appreciate this. Everyone else does.

Preston; is Deacon and mostly unbothered. Mostly. Aside from the what the fuck is happening, Deacon is not the worst person to bodyswap with. He's decently clean, he's of average health. And besides, Preston spends most of his time trying to calm down Danse, who is living in a nightmare. He doesn't get a lot of time to freak out himself. He's just trying to keep Danse from offing himself, because he's in Preston's body. And Preston needs that back, man.

X6-88; gets to live as tiny, soft little Curie, and hates it. She's so short. Her hands are useless. She's lacks agility and endurance. Her voice is akin to a baby lamb. It's horrible. People make googoo eyes at him, speak like he's a startled puppy, and if they're really dumb, make unwanted advances. Curie never has to deal with suitors again. X6-88 scares them all off. He chases Cait as himself down and threatens murder-suicide if she so much as gets him scratched. He might have hated the experience, but seeing Curie act like X6 was a treat for all who ever wondered what she'd be like if she snapped.

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So, on the subject of poetry, and how to analyse it might not be my strongest force since despite being written literary works novels and poetry have very different structure, tone, and meaning.

A poem has the power to convey more feelings than a full text in a few sentences, and a novel can slowly break your heart through paragraphs. However, the structure of poetry makes it a little bit more difficult in my experience since on top of juggling with themes, metaphors, and history; you also have to take into account stanzas, rhymes, and metre.

Marmion seems to be a staple of poetry across english literature since so far three different authors from three wildy different books have mentioned it (Jane Eyre, the Tenant of Wildfell Hall, and Dracula). Moreover, unlike novels, the title of the first Canto immediatly sets the scene.

In Which Marmion, an English Lord, Comes to the English Border Castle of Norham.

What do we the readers need to know? That Marmion is an english lord, and that he is going to the Castle of Norham. Then the canto starts.

In the first part we get the description of the Castle of Norham. With adjectives like dazzling, lustre, broad and deep it paints the picture of a magnificent castle not only in it's height and magnitude, but also in security and power. The poem goes to describe how there are captives, and how the armor of the warriors guarding it shines in the sun.

It almost feels like a ballad telling any enemies how futile, or at least difficult it would be to try to siege the castle.

Saint George’s banner, broad and gay, Now faded, as the fading ray Less bright, and less, was flung; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the donjon tower, So heavily it hung.

Yet there is a calmness washed upon the scene thanks to the banner not waving, but hanging. There is no wind calling for war, nor hurry to defend the walls. A calm heavy enough that the warder can let himself hum a song.

That is until lord Marmion appears.

A horseman, darting from the crowd, Like lightning from a summer cloud, Spurs on his mettled courser proud, Before the dark array.

And he brings a grand entrance indeed, announcing how his arrival should bring heralds, trumpets, and sounds of glee. Then how the guards immediatly answer his demanda by letting the drawbridge fall on his orders. What a character I can say, both a lord, and a knight, a champion and a leader with boots, and compliments to prove.

The scar on his brown cheek revealed A token true of Bosworth field; His eyebrow dark, and eye of fire, Showed spirit proud and prompt to ire; Yet lines of thought upon his cheek Did deep design and counsel speak.

A greater than life image of a man who has lived to fight, and to lead. However (and I don't know if I'm speculating), at the end of the canto there is this sudden shift in tone that tells of something More beneath the moustache, and the steel.

A falcon hovered on her nest, With wings outspread, and forward breast: E’en such a falcon, on his shield, Soared sable in an azure field: The golden legend bore aright, “Who checks at me, to death is dight.” Blue was the charger’s broidered rein; Blue ribbons decked his arching mane The knightly housing’s ample fold Was velvet blue, and trapped with gold.

Why use "trapped" to describe gold? Is there more to the golden legend? Blue ribbons, rein, and fold to give away to the gold. Plus, a falcon in her nest with her wings ready to fly, then the symbol of said falcon "trapped" in lord Marmion's shield.

All of it makes it an amazing opening to the poem.

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Centaurworld Rewrite: A Serious Adventure AU - S1E1 Outline

I’m doing rewrite outlines, prepare for some AU. That being said, I still like several parts of Centaurworld a lot, namely Rider, Horse, Wammawink, and whatever the hell is going on with the Nowhere King, and hope there’s a second season to watch (which I will if Netflix doesn’t ruin our hopes and dreams).

Anyways, here’s like, a rewrite or whatever. I will probably post the outlines as I go, episode by episode. Will I get to them all? ADHD-willing, we’ll see. Also feel free to use these ideas/outlines? I don’t mind. 

Also assume there are songs in this even if I don’t specifically mention all of them. Also I guess this rewrite kinda chains the 1st and 2nd episodes together as a two parter? Maybe, idk.

Also I’ll preface this with this too: I ship Wammahorse, yes I SHIPSHIP it. Moving on.

Some headcanons before we start:

Warworld (*the world Rider and Horse are from) is a Low Fantasy Setting, there IS magic, but it comes in two variations, either very subtle low-powered but relatively uncommon, or Terrifyingly Powerful and so extremely rare to the point that it’s not very well known and “just myths” (usually for Big Baddies)

Ideas for Horse’s Degree of Sapience Prior to Worldhopping:

A: Horse was just a regular, non-magical horse, and their exposure to the Artifact and Centaurworld has essentially made them a Fully Uplifted Animal. - This is interesting, but ultimately a difficult idea to convey because it would require a lot more setup and wouldn’t exactly fit Horse’s characterization without some rework. This is an amazing idea, but I won’t be using it because it would slow things down too much.

B: Horse is a low-fantasy magic steed raised as warhorse/war asset, who is much smarter than your average animal steed/companion similar to a DND Ranger’s pets, or Mabari from Dragon Age, or a Ranger Horse from John Flanagan’s ‘Ranger’s Apprentice.’ The combined exposure to the Artifact and Centaurworld could account for her gaining speech and her body expressing limited physical adaptation to Centaurworld’s different physics (her body’s new extended range of motion for example) but of course I’ll be limiting this because having stakes make it more fun imho. This is my favorite, I’m using this.

Horse would’ve been considered a very valuable war asset (trained warhorses are like, historical ferraris, expensive as hell, i can only imagine what low-magical smart warhorses would be valued at), though still ultimately expendable for the war effort like anything else

Let Horse have horse behaviors (*can you tell I haven’t really left my horse phase behind lol)! Nipping and grooming behaviors as affection or warnings, ear positions to indicate mood, grazing to eat, laying down only when truly relaxed, sleeping standing up. COME ON.

Centaurworld is a High Fantasy world with an Absurdist bent but with darker undertones, similar to how Adventure Time is, with an extremely high saturation of magic, maybe you could even theorize that due to the Splitting of the Two Worlds that all the magic is being Dammed up in Centaurworld like a river or reservoir, this could be a future plot thread that could be picked up in a later season.

Basic Changes: 

Durpleton, Glendale, Ched and Zulius are supporting cast, not main

Durpleton is less stupid and more of a Kronk-expy: a little dim but ultimately kind/means well, has at least 1 life skill he’s good at buried in there though for the life of me I can’t think of one right now.

Glendale’s Narrative Framing: Glendale is amazing, but the kleptomania will be allotted ONE (or two) joke mentions but narratively isn’t treated like one after, somehow establish that her kleptomania is directly intertwined with her anxiety levels. Are there other denizens of the Valley that know the Herd? Are they mad at Glendale for stealing things? Does Wammawink have to constantly run interference to cover for Glendale? Probably.

Make Ched look like less of a pointless asshole: Have him show concern for his friends’ safety and his suspicion of outsiders, AKA Horse. If he’s going to be a jerk, at least let it serve a purpose.

Zulius can stay roughly the same - Zulius is great okay, just don’t tell me there’s backstory and then NOT TELL OR SHOW US ANY CLUES about what said backstory/history IS! (other than forcing us infer/project the headcanon[?] that him and Splendib might’ve been exes, from how they act around each other without any other context/visual/or confirming exposition we literally know nothing other than Splendib and him split/had a nasty falling out and Splendib took the glittercats and the career in the divorce.)

S1E1: Hello Rainbow Road

Opening scene in Warworld

If these episodes were allowed to be longer (shuddup it’s my AU), have the scene open with Horse sees Rider comes running out of some underground castle ruin catacombs and ominous roaring and clanging behind her as she deliberately sets off a dungeon booby trap (arrows or fire) she must’ve avoided while dungeon crawling earlier, and Horse runs towards her and circles at a canter and then Rider does a Running Mount (mounting a horse while the horse is in motion) and shoots an arrow at that flies offscreen

Smash cut to the DRAWBRIDGE door falling and Rider and Horse come galloping out while dodging some javelins and arrows and 1.5 seconds later 1-4 armored minotaurs (the lizardmen?) riding some coursers (swift horses or horselike creatures idk have fun) gallop behind in hot pursuit.

WARWORLD CHASE/FIGHT SCENE

Rider and Horse take out 2 of the pursuers on the run have Rider stay on horseback, dodge and make 1 pursuer shoot/javelin another 1 into a nasty-looking fall, and then Rider nails another 1 right through the helmet visor with an arrow. Have Rider throw a smoke bomb or something at the 2 remaining ones trying to catch up.

2 Enemies left but Horse is forced to skid to a stop as the suspension bridge approaches, then a tense moment forced to walk in order to escape safely across the suspension bridge which Rider cuts once they’re across. Maybe have 1 of the minotaur pursuers having been on the bridge somewhat behind them before Rider had to cut the line, sending the enemy hurtling down below. The remaining minotaur scout stares at them ominously from the other side before leaving.

Have Rider breath a sigh of relief

Smash cut to Horse and Rider traveling across a wartorn landscape, start Horse’s internal monologue narrative until they finally get to the hill and see the ruins of their village

Everything from this point to Horse getting transported to Centaurworld is the same as canon

Not Actually a DREAMVISION SEQUENCE: 

Shot/Animated from Horse’s 1st Person POV: Darkness, the sound of whooshing Horse falls, shimmering flash colors [if this were an actual show pls put a Epilepsy warning at the beginning of the ep], then a loud Splash as Horse falls into Dark Water. POV looks down and we see Horse’s front legs and a bottomless abyss below and a then flash of green and off-white from deep below, then look up to see blue light, see the swimming motions of Horse’s front legs and getting closer to the Blue Light

Horse wakes up, blinking, alone (no Durpleton)

Horse gets up looks around, doesn’t see Rider anywhere and starts makes Whinnying sounds (specifically, Whinnying is a social horse call, like specifically going, “Rider where are you!?” in IRL horse)

“And what are you supposed to be?” the “camera” wheels around to see Ched who has landed on Horse just within reach of her tail so Horse lets out a startled squeal (the Horse noise, not the human one) and does that thing where horses use their tails to swat away insects which sends Ched FLYING as Horse’s squealing morphs into her Talking/Yelling “what the heck is going on?!”

Horse does what panicked horses do, she runs

Horse stumbles into meeting Durpleton, who freaks her out more

Meeting kinda the same as canon but with less constant emphasis on reminding the audience that the writer’s can’t write comedy

Wammawink and Horse meet, Ched flies in and goes “hey that asshole kicked my a-I mean attacked me, but I totally beat ‘em.”

Horse tries to leave, discovers the Barrier, tries to get through, fails multiple times, but only 3-4 attempts shown with time passage show by the time of day changing, have Horse’ talking to herself a bit about how utterly weird the talking words thing is, that this is a “human” thing why is this HAPPENING she needs to get back

Waste less time on the visual gags of the Barrier repelling Horse, also get rid of the Tree Catapult scene because it doesn’t jive with Horse being a horse, why do they know how to make a catapult? Also because I hate how it basically shows us that Horse has no physical danger or chance of injury from being FLUNG around like Pokemon’s Team Rocket.

Have the rest of the centaur Herd come up to and talk to Horse while Horse is trying to get through the Barrier, and Horse talks about the outside and her world and doing things, squeeze in some convo about how there’s no (current) war in Centaurworld and how Horse thinks that that “freedom must be nice.” Anyways these conversations are what has Glendale, Zulius and Durpleton at least considering the ups of leaving.

Durpleton: Durpleton approaches Horse alone and asks about where she’s from, what’s home like, expositiony bits for Warworld and how much Horse needs to get herself and the Artifact back to Rider; Horse should say something offhand, like how she dreamed about exploring the world with Rider after the War seeing new things together, to which we’d cut to a shot of Durpleton looking thoughtful, before asking a completely unrelated question before Horse asks to be left alone. He doesn’t go originally, but gets distracted by something (butterfly?) and trots off.

Wammawink, Ched & Glendale: Atop a hill, Wammawink looks up to see stormclouds gathering off in the distance and comments that they’re going to be in for some rough weather, then goes over to offer Horse food, but gets distracted by some other Valley Denizens who are mad suspicious that Glendale is responsible for something of theirs that’s missing. Leaving Wammawink to go off and have to run interference leaving Glendale to approach Horse alone. Horse will learn that there’s no (current) war in Centaurworld but there was one historically, and Glendale will offhandedly mention that they’ve stolen everything from everyone in the Valley at least 4 times and with the unspoken implication of boredom. Ched will butt in and heckle Horse like, “could you leave any quieter?” and Horse sniping back, ears pinned back and animated horse stress behaviors. And Horse’s last failed attempt at passing the Barrier has them drop the Artifact, and we get a shot of Glendale spotting and eyes widening at seeing the Artifact unattended on the ground, then we get a smash cut of Glendale getting herded away by Ched.

Zulius: Goes over to ask about Horse’s avante garde accessories (her bridle, saddle & armor[barding]), makes comments on her style/aesthetic and asks where he could find some. Horse loses her patience, and says that she Needs to concentrate on getting back to someone they care a lot about and could you please just go away? 

Horse: (voiced as a rhetorical question) “Haven’t you ever wanted to go back to someone you loved before?”

Zulius gets a Look on his face, then he’d puff up, cover up the Armor Piercing Question’s effect on him with more bluster and then turn away as it gets later

Around sunset, Horse finally gives in to go ask Wammawink what’s up, and how can they leave.

Wammawink tries to feed them and convince them to stay, but Horse waves her off and moves away while muttering something about coming up with a plan

Speaking of plans, the Herd excluding Wammawink (& Ched) start talking about being bored, and mention Horse saying stuff about exploring the world (taken out of context, deliberately)

Wammawink, smelling the ugly head of discontent, sighs in defeat at not being able to recruit this new outcast in the Herd and approaches a grazing Horse and says she’ll help her through it with her magic(not admitting that the Barrier is her magic working in the first place because it’s not relevant right now okay) but then we get the “What’s magic?” bit from Horse and the rest of the Herd butts in with the Song. They wander off to go to bed afterwards, and Horse wants to go Now but Wammawink says that she’ll help Horse leave the Barrier but only in the morning because “you look tired”

Horse: “That doesn’t matter.” *awkward silence*

Wammawink, sadly: “Of course it does.” *Horse has already walked away*

The sun finishes setting as the wind blows the plants and through Wammawink’s fur (ominously) and she shivers, going back to the campfire

DREAM SEQUENCE: It’s dark, then we get a flashback dream of a younger Rider and Horse, idk a memory of something to showcase them either while in training or really show their Bond okay? End with them sitting around a campfire with other young soldiers and horses, someone is humming something (the first few bars of the Nowhere King’s Lullaby, no actual words yet). Then Dream!Rider turns to face Horse and asks, “how could you?”

Horse: “How could I what?”

Dream!Rider: “How could you leave me behind?” (The humming grows louder, there’s a lute being played, growing discordant)

Then Horse starts calling into the darkness/void, “I’m coming back for you, Rider! Just hang on, alright?!”

Rider: “Oh Horse, it’s already too late for me.”

“Rider!” Horse yells as they jolt awake, standing, because horses typically sleep standing up.

It’s dawn but the wind and stormy weather signs are picking up but not here yet, Wammawink walks Horse to the edge of the Valley barrier and tries to convince Horse to stay here where it’s safe, but Horse refuses to be deterred

Brief shot of Glendale hiding a bunch of things from her Tummy Hammerspace in order to simulate the feeling of stealing things again later, including the Artifact which falls on the ground

A shot of Durpleton seeing and picking up the Artifact and spotting Wammawink and Horse some distance away going toward the barrier’s edge

Wammawink hangs back on a hill, glowy hands and the magic wall flickers and disappears, and Horse immediately breaks into a gallop and disappears into the forest, Wammawink sighs and turns away

Indeterminate amount of time later, Wammawink recasts the Barrier, and Durpleton misses breakfast so Wammawink enlists Ched to help her look for him because Ched can fly

Cut to a shot of Horse dropping from a canter to a trot on the Rainbow Road, it’s grown darker and the stormclouds are in the sky. Distant thunder booms overhead, and a few scattered raindrops start to fall

“Heyyyy! You forgot your necklaceeee!” a shout from behind

Horse looks back and sees a running Durpleton holding the Artifact, and stops, he catches up to Horse and is gasping, “Wow, you run fast, hoooo, *deep breaths* you’re really *another gasp* athletic! Anyways you forgot your Necklace.”

Durpleton ties the broken string into a necklace around Horse’s neck and Horse thanks them and wishes them a safe journey back to the Valley, but as this happens the rain gradually falls harder. Then the sounds of the Rest of the Herd finally catching up happen, and Wammawink mother hens Durpleton and wants take everyone back home but then a loud BOOM of thunder and lightning overhead, and then it starts to Pour down rain, forcing Horse and co to find shelter until it lets up. Maybe have someone mention something about landslides being a possibility? Durpleton asks how they found them so fast, dim remember, then brief flashback.

FLASHBACK: Wammawink and co searching and calling out for Durpleton everywhere in the Valley, and realize that he must’ve followed Horse for some reason when Zulius FINALLY shows up and mentions that he remembers Durpleton saying he was gonna give Horse back her necklace. The recast Barrier is brought down and they leave the Valley to bring back their friend.

Back to the present where the group has taken shelter as the storm picks up more, and thunder booms overhead, Horse has some nervous horse body language going on, then we get to hear her mutter-singing or humming the “I never fear the drums of war” to calm herself down, but with more stanzas please, when asked she says it’s a battle hymn that Rider sang.

If Horse was humming, Wammawink could ask why she doesn’t sing, she’s sure that Horse has a lovely voice

Horse goes “I’m a horse, I don’t sing.”

Wammawink tries to be encouraging, Horse is resistant

Wammawink invites her to eat (AGAIN) but Horse still turns her (love and affection) down (AGAIN!) and says she’s fine with grazing and Glendale pipes in excitedly that they have decided that they want to travel with Horse (Ched pipes up that he didn’t agree to this) but pls help us convince Wammawink and Horse protests but someone points out to ask “do you even know where you’re going” and they have a point

Horse acknowledges this and relents, states some stuff about how she’s not going to slow down much however. Then Glendale, Zulius and Durpleton rejoice, Ched acts tsundere, but Wammawink looks nervous and wrings her hands together and relents that “they’ll go with Horse as far as the nearest Shaman” and Ched will go, “hey don’t you know he-” and Wammawink shushes him quickly with a gigglecake

Wammawink doubles down on the mother henning behavior

Horse doesn’t eat Wammawink’s gigglecakes but grazes by herself nearby, occasionally answering a question or two when engaged by the others (not Wammawink) and Wammawink mentions how the weather probably won’t let up for very long and they should take it slow and that Horse should bundle up

Horse disagrees but its bedtime and a bedtime song occurs in the backdrop as a restless Horse struggles to stay alert and awake but eventually falls asleep

VISION SEQUENCE: A shimmer of soft blue light, then shots of Rider ducking and weaving, her sword flashing as she tries to weave her way through a horde of enemy soldiers, blood spatters, then an enemy archer takes aim at a fleeing Rider, and Horse calls out a warning. 

Rider turns her head with a surprised look on her face suddenly just enough that the arrow buries itself into her shoulder instead the middle of her back and then she stumbles, one of her arms going limp, but everything goes dark before we can see if she fell

Everything goes dark and the din of war fades away, we get a shot of Horse’s hooves splashing and making ripples into dark water but the camera doesn’t follow her, we hear Horse’s cries for Rider fade, growing further and further away

Still dark, but in the silence we hear distant sound, drip, drip, drip, drip.

Then the episode ends and the credits roll.

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Fallout 4 Companions (+ the dlc ones pls) react to finding out the sole survivor is actually a God? (Like Loki or smth) Maybe ss shows off their God powers and keeps making jokes about how being decapitated for witchcraft is not fun at all, and such the like?

Oh man this one’s fun! I’m sorry if the DLC characters (especially Ada and Gage) are OOC because I don’t have Nukaworld or Automatron yet :’)

Fallout 4 Companions React: Sole is a God

Cait: “Yeah, okay, and I’m fucking Santa Clause - hoLY SHITE”. Wouldn’t believe you until you really show her your abilities, still finds it hard to believe because what the fuck. Probably a bit intimidated by your strength but will never show it. She doesn’t appreciate being out-shined in battle, and responds to most of your jokes like “Yeah, yeah, stop rubbing it in.”

Codsworth: I’d like to think he’d just acts as if it’s normal. Like, whatever in his training/program teaches him not to treat people differently for how they look or act, so he just kinda roles with it. When Sole shoots lightning down from the sky or whatever he’ll cheer them on like they just made a good sniper shot. Sole: Yeah being tied up and thrown in a lake in 1856 wasn’t very fun :( Codsworth: Aha, I can only imagine! Such a life you have... Everyone else: w-what

Curie: Very torn. On one hand, she’s an atheist, and would doubt you’re really a God at first (”My scientific notes say nothing about the existence of higher beings!”) but also... the proof is right in front of her. At first she may try summing it up to radiation or something similar, but after a while of studies and tests she’ll come to realize that the only logical conclusion is... well, you’re truly a God. Easy to change her mind once she has enough time to study you, she won’t try to deny facts, and trusts you easily.

Danse: He knows what to do when it comes to ghouls and synths, but Elder Maxson has never said anything about GODS. He’ll talk to Maxson before giving you the rank of initiate, maybe just a bit scared of your power. Once he gets to know you I feel like he may be a bit... jealous? Like, you don’t need to train or work out at all, just a snap of your fingers and your enemies are dead. He may try to persuade you to kill people “the Brotherhood way” when you’re out doing a mission together, especially if you usually use your powers on weaker enemies.

Deacon: Holy shit!! That’s cool, man. He may not believe your a God, per say, but whatever those powers are, they’re cool, so he’ll roll with it. Maybe not the best for blending in, but you’re a literal God, so who cares. He’ll take it in stride, probably shoves it in other peoples faces like “Yeah, my besties a God, so what?” He’ll probably pretend he’s a God as well, and go along with all the jokes and stories you tell. No wonder he wanted you to join the Railroad.

Hancock: You’ll shapeshift or something and he’ll be like “haha holy shit were my drugs laced with something?” and then you’ll snap your fingers and Finn will just, explode, and he’ll be like “oh fuCK”. He thinks you are So. Cool, cheers you on during battle, always wants to see your powers (as long as you’re using them for good.) Probably makes comments about you being his new bodyguard while travelling together, or you being Goodneighbors guardian angel. Likes it when the two of you get into a bit of mischief.

MacCready: Probably terrified, lets be honest. He wouldn’t believe you as you tell jokes and may even get annoyed at your persistence to this dumb God story, but once you show him your power he’ll be a bit scared for his life. I mean, why would you hire a mercenary when you’re a literal GOD!? Once you two become friends he’ll find it amazing, “like a real life Grognak!” A little annoyed if you keep stealing his kills, though

Nick: “Welp, I may need to re-evaluate my religion.” He’ll believe you once you show an example of your power, but he’s shocked and honestly finds it all pretty ridiculous, shrugs it off as impressed. He likes it when you talk about your past (mis)adventures, and likes watching you use your powers. Like Hancock, may make guardian angel jokes, and he takes the jokes you make in good faith once he gets used to them.

Piper: “Haha, okay, nice magic trick, blue. I can’t even see the strings holding you up or something. There’s no way you can really fly... right?” It would take a long time of questioning and having to show proof before she believes you, she keeps trying to find the “secret” behind all your “magic tricks”. Once you’ve successfully proved it to her, though, she is so amazed. Asking for details on all your powers, how you’ve used them, watch out what you say because she will put anything in the papers if you’re not careful.

Preston: I feel like there’d be a bit of child-like amazement; Think of Prestons' quotes while flying a vertibird for example. He may be a bit nervous at first but once he knows you use your powers for good he just asks you don’t abuse them too much. Probably a bit jealous. Asks so many questions about your past and your immortality, any joke you tell will result in you giving him a history lesson.

Strong: Could you turn a supermutant religious? Probably not. But he’s never seen anyone stronger than a supermutant before, so he’s pretty damn amazed. Makes you leader, but doesn’t really like it if you use your powers to, lets say snap someone out of existence. He prefers you using super strength or something similar to make a bloody mess, anything else makes his head hurt. Tells his brothers about you, but chances are they wouldn’t believe him.

X6-88: “This... shouldn’t be scientifically possible.” If Shaun doesn’t have any of these powers X6 would be very... perturbed. He may talk you into getting medical evaluations at the Institute, anything to try to explain your powers. If Shaun does have some form of these powers he will be so hyped to travel with you. “Nice one, sir / ma’am / Mx” “You’re more terrifying than a courser”. I don’t think he responds to jokes normally, so chances are he’d just be awkwardly quiet if you tell them.

Ada: “That is quite the feat, sir / ma’am / mx”. She would try to act formal and brush it off, but she would be so bewildered at every new power. Probably ends up being like “So how do you do it? I mean, there has to be some sort of logical explanation...” It will take a while for her to believe you’re a God.

Gage: “Shit, boss. That’s... holy shit.” Probably the “mark me down as scared AND horny” meme, he’s impressed and excited that the overboss has this much power, but also at the same time the overboss has THIS much power. Maybe too much power? He’ll try not to get on your bad side - if any old raider will kill you for looking at them the wrong way, what will YOU do?

Old Longfellow: Refuses to believe any jokes/stories you tell, at best just laughs them off and at worst starts to think you’ve gone a bit mad due to the fog. He’s been alive for too long to be tricked by anything like tha- did you just pick up a car!? He’s skeptical at first like “Are you sure you’re not fucking with me?” but he really can’t deny what’s right in front of him. Doesn’t really know how or if to compliment you other than a “holy shit”

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Congrats on 1K!! Can I please get a 🏜 Goodsprings ship? Preferably either New Vegas or 4, and any NPC - no need for just companions.

I'm agender but skew femme, kinda touch-averse, and I'm asexual. I'm relatively kind, rather timid. Really into robotics. I'm also quite musically inclined, I play guitar/piano/violin and I sing.

Interested to hear your thoughts!

Alright, so I'm seriously jealous of your musical talents over here, that's amazing. Piano and violin are my favorite instruments, so consider me floored that you can play BOTH!? Amazing.

Okay, and I know you said NPCs as well, but I could not pass up an opportunity to ship someone with X6-88! I just think you two sound like such a neat match!

The seemingly stoic courser isn't for everyone, but his tendencies and yours would match seamlessly. He'd feel remarkably protective over you, and not just because of orders or his nature or anything like that, but your timid tendencies would make him feel responsible for your safety and well-being.

He may not always understand your kindness, but he respects that you stand by it nonetheless, and X6 finds that after awhile, the more compassionate tendencies and mindset that he's around so often seem to rub off on him, and he starts behaving a bit more amicably than he did before you were in his life. Your interest in robotics would intrigue and impress him, and he'd love to help you sift through some of the more risky locations to find bits and pieces to help your interest grow.

And though X6 can sometimes seems like he only appreciates what makes sense, what's functional and logical, that's not always true. The arts are an exception here. He'd love to sit in and listen to you play your instruments and sing, perhaps even asking to join you on the bench to learn a few chords on the piano or to simply observe while being close in proximity to you. He understands your touch averseness completely (and really, he finds he has that in common with you), and would never seek to push you into anything, but would revel in the time he could spend by your side, whether it be out traveling in the Commonwealth, or in the safety of your quarters, he just likes being nearby.

[canadianexpress0451]

Companions reacts to sole being a prewar nazi officer before ghoulification he was born Jewish during Second World War cait she reads the papers ww2 era and tells sole about his military past and Holocaust his ghoulification at the concentration camp in southwestern Poland and he was a colonel before being arrested by the gestapo codsworth he is shocked that sole is used to be a nazi officer before turning into a ghoul curie she was happy where she gasped when sole was a prewar nazi officer before ghoulification danse he said soldier you were a nazi officer during world war 2 how sole gives danse the report to look at information about his military past deacon he is very calm when sole is wearing his old nazi officer uniform and he said to PAM about the project Hancock he was concerned with the shipment of world war 2 Arsenal there triggerman will be very much enthusiastic about the guns gage he said boss you were a nazi officer guns ammo tanks trucks planes oh my gosh it’s amazing macready he said boss is that a rifle sole said ja it’s a kar98 7.92 round 5 round bolt action First World War and today tradition is going to be different sole gives macready a Mauser C96 also known as the broom handle 10 round 9mm maxson he is very determined yet upset about the ghoulification of the Second World War he order senior scribe neriah to check the reports on the Second World War bases outposts and more to find intelligence weapons and more to help the ex nazi officer to get revenge on the army he was served now he is helping the brotherhood of steel to bring down the nazis once and for all nick valentine he is investigating the Second World War outpost piper she is interviewing the ex nazi officer for the ww2 and his ghoulification Preston he is shocked that sole is used to be a nazi officer and sole is helping the allies to bring down the nazi down to hell old Longfellow he is very calm and yet bold enough to wield the ww2 mp44 he laughed at the ghouls to see the old man wielding a mp44 x688 he is very happy with the intelligence of Second World War bases outposts and more he tells the srb to see this intelligence and the srb is very impressed with the intelligence of the Second World War they’ve sended lots of coursers synths and a few scientists to gather intel and sole is attending the meeting with the srb about the nazi technological region the coursers are using the nazi uniforms and learning the language to speak German their training for ww2 tactics and military techniques to allow the coursers to become a elite killing machines

[thebluelemontree]

Hey, sorry to be a bother but do you know any metas about Driftwood and the mythological significance of have Stranger called such? If not, could you please help me find any metas about the importance of Stranger (the horse and the god) to Sandor's future? Thank you!!

It’s no bother at all.  I love talking about this stuff.  I don’t recall any other metas specifically on that topic, but I do go into the meaning of Driftwood/Stranger in Part VI of my Winds prediction essay for Sandor.  I’m staying narrowly focused on your question here, but mythological significance branches out much farther and features heavily throughout each section of that essay if you have any further interest.     

And the seventh face … the Stranger was neither male nor female, yet both, ever the outcast, the wanderer from far places, less and more than human, unknown and unknowable. Here the face was a black oval, a shadow with stars for eyes. It made Catelyn uneasy. –  Catelyn IV, ACOK.  

Of the Seven, the Stranger is the one most regarded with fear for his/her association with death and the unknown.  He/she’s either depicted as a shrouded half-human, half-animal, or with a blacked-out void for a face.  Sandor has that thematic aesthetic going on with his hound’s head helm, which gives him the appearance of being both a man and a beast.  That is a reflection of the duality of his identity between Sandor and the Hound.  He frequently enters a scene by stepping out from the shadows, so he also fits with the shadowy figure version.  Sandor also isn’t one to allow others to know his true self, at least until Sansa, Arya, and the Elder Brother.  Rarely does any worshipper pray to the Stranger as few are eager to invite death itself in, of course.  It’s no wonder that the outcasts of society might identify with that lonely aspect of being an unwelcome presence and having nowhere to belong.  

For Sandor to give his horse such a blasphemous name, it’s because he views himself as someone who is feared and misunderstood, and as an outsider who stands on the outside looking in at the world.  This is especially true as he is immersed in the culture of knighthood but emphatically rebels against it.  There is much of ordinary life that is closed off to Sandor, and it’s not all due to his trauma response and poor coping skills alienating him from other people.  A lot of it is just unfair.  His perceived ugliness in a society that overwhelmingly favors physically beautiful people and despises disability or disfigurement has hindered his ability to create meaningful connections with others.  That resentment has only built up throughout his life.  He’s a second son who is forced to make his own way in the world since Gregor is the sole beneficiary of the Clegane lands and incomes.  It’s Gregor that got the home and wife (three to be exact), which is the domestic life that would normally ground a man, giving him a sense of purpose and satisfying his emotional needs.  Gregor doesn’t care for any of that, but there is a hint that Sandor feels this is something that has been denied him.  Since many people fail to distinguish Sandor as different from his brother, Gregor’s infamy and the rumors surrounding the deaths of his wives and family members really don’t help either.  After the BotBW, Sandor is really cut adrift from society by his desertion.  He’s unfairly marked as a craven, and then in a tragic case of mistaken identity is wanted for the rape and massacre of the Saltpans.  That’s about as hated and reviled as one can get.  

Like other instances of named horses being a reflection of their riders, Stranger’s nature says a lot about Sandor’s.  He’s proficient in battle, brave, disciplined, but extremely ill-tempered, and dangerous; however, with gentle handling from a master that has earned his trust, he’s able to respond in kind.

The horse was a heavy courser, almost as big as a destrier but much faster. Stranger, the Hound called him. Arya had tried to steal him once, when Clegane was taking a piss against a tree, thinking she could ride off before he could catch her. Stranger had almost bitten her face off. He was gentle as an old gelding with his master, but otherwise he had a temper as black as he was. She had never known a horse so quick to bite or kick.

There’s a bond there.  The horse isn’t just a tool or weapon to be used.  Sandor cares for this big, scary boy that no one else can get close to.  After rescuing Sansa from the riot, his next thought is to go back to find his horse in the chaos and fire.  Because Sandor gave him the name, it shows that he has the self-awareness of how his issues and anti-social behavior have only served to increase his sense of isolation and cement other people’s negative opinions.  The only reason an animal would so readily bite or kick indiscriminately is that it’s in constant fear of being hurt by people (*sob*).  It’s possible Sandor recognized a warhorse that was trained with brutal methods, not unlike his own childhood and adolescence.  One can imagine how much patience, kindness, and courage it took to bring such an ornery beast to the point where he can trust and reciprocate.            

People are more complicated than animals, of course; however, this is definitely meant to mirror his relationship with Sansa and her gentleness, compassion, and courage in the face of his anger issues.  Though not many are not keen on giving attention to the Stranger in their prayers, Sansa does pray for Sandor’s safety and well-being.  The Stranger is the last deity people turn to for comfort, and yet Sansa views Sandor as her protector and ally.  She wishes for his presence at times, even after seeing him at his worst.  And I love, love, love this line from Cersei about Sansa, who is deep into the unkiss rabbit hole at this point:

“… but before I am done with her, I promise you, she will be singing to the Stranger, begging for his kiss.“ – Cersei IV, AFFC.

So that brings us to Stranger’s renaming to Driftwood, but first, we need to ask what exactly is the Quiet Isle?  Quoting from Part IV of my essay:

“The Quiet Isle is also a place to cross over into the afterlife in more than one way.  Sometimes the dead and dying wash up on the shores, as did the Elder Brother.  Sometimes they are brought there like the Hound or the people of the Saltpans after the massacre to die or be healed.  The metaphoric and most common way is for penitents to abandon their old lives to be reborn in a new monastic life.  In a sense, the brothers on the isle are dead to the outside world.  They don’t speak with few exceptions.  Many cover their faces as well, obscuring their past identity.  Their brown robes and cowls are like the dead driftwood that washes up there, but even driftwood gets reborn as beautiful polished furniture and cups.  If you want to come on the Quiet Isle, you need Elder Brother’s or one of his proctor’s permission.  There’s a ferry to the isle which is evocative of Charon.  So that makes Elder Brother, like Garth Greenhand, a psychopomp.  He’s a gatekeeper between life and death, literal and metaphoric, and can also return people to the world of the living.  The imagery is evocative of the Elysian Fields and especially Avalon, where King Arthur was taken to recover from wounds sustained against Mordred at the Battle of Camlann and is destined to return from. ”  

Driftwood was dead and washed up, but then it is collected, reshaped and polished into something beautiful with a new purpose in its second life.  Driftwood in this context is a metaphor for healing and redemption.    

“The furnishings were strange but simple; a long table, a settle, a chest, several tall cases full of books, and chairs. All were made from driftwood, oddly shaped pieces cunningly joined together and polished till they shone a deep gold in the candlelight.” – Brienne VI, AFFC.

Amazing Grace, How sweet the soundThat saved a wretch like meI once was lost, but now am foundT'was blind but now I see

I zero doubts that Sandor’s character is undergoing a radical and profound transformation on the Quiet Isle.  He was broken down enough to be open to it when the Elder Brother picked him up from the shore of the Trident.  Also kinda miraculous that Stranger must have allowed himself to be led by another person while Sandor was incapacitated; however, it’s obvious Stranger is never going to spend the rest of his days as a plowhorse.  

Brother Narbert sighed. “The Seven send us blessings, and the Seven send us trials. Handsome he may be, but Driftwood was surely whelped in hell. When we sought to harness him to a plow he kicked Brother Rawney and broke his shinbone in two places. We had hoped gelding might improve the beast’s ill temper, but … Brother Gillam, will you show them?”

Brother Gillam lowered his cowl. Underneath he had a mop of blond hair, a tonsured scalp, and a bloodstained bandage where he should have had an ear. – Brienne VI, AFFC.  

This makes me laugh because although I believe Sandor has learned to have a healthier mindset through humble service and meaningful penance, he probably has been a veritable pill through the process.  As Stranger kicks and rebels, we should definitely conclude that Sandor’s time with the holy brothers is not permanent.  Especially considering that the horse adamantly refuses to be gelded, Sandor will not be submitting to the celibate life of a monk.  The new name likely won’t stick, because Sandor didn’t so much need a whole new identity, but to restore his original one.  The Hound is dead, but Sandor Clegane lives, polished and remade with a new purpose to his life.               

[firstginger]

I know you’re probably tired of doing formfinding/Dæmon analysis, but if you’re up for doing another one I’m trying to pinpoint my boyfriend’s Dæmon. He’s an INFP, 9w1 4w5 6w5, sx/sp, Hufflepuff. The closest daemons I can find that seem to match his personality are the General Flying Snake and the Grasshopper Sparrow. He got a Kinkajou on your Dæmon test which also seems pretty close for a Pullman form for him. He’s a very introverted person who doesn’t like to go out much and likes to stick

with what he knows, otherwise gets very anxious and has social anxiety/suffers with depression. He’s very kind, loyal, and creative. He can procrastinate and be lazy sometimes, but he gets his work done and does his best at it. He can be spontaneous in how he dresses and starts certain art or fashion related projects. He’s very dependent and close bonding with a select few people (me, friends, and family). He can become easily stressed and hates conflict or competition. He is very much a peace-maker

and always wants to right what is wrong, even when he has done something wrong or upsetting. He’s very affectionate and is in a relationship for life. He’s not manipulative at all and is very communicative when expressing his thoughts and feelings. He has a hard time trusting new people in his life, but he will slowly begin to open up. I hop e this gives a pretty good picture overall. Sorry for the lengthy message. Again, if you have time I would greatly appreciate it. I know you’ve

been through a lot this year. You’re so strong having such a positive attitude about everything and the genuine kindness you show towards people is amazing. Thank you so much for always responding to my lengthy messages and requests. I love reading your analyses and advice. Thank you so much!

thank you so so much for the kind words, it really means a lot to me ❤️ i was meaning to ask you if you’d settled on a mourning dove or a golden retriever too!!

this is a fantastic description and i spent a lot of time milling about this. if you have reasons why the flying snake and grasshopper sparrow didn’t quite fit that would also be super helpful, definitely message me about them and the forms i suggested below and i can refine my suggestions!

looking at the two descriptions though, i think i can see why the flying snake was close but no cigar... from how you describe him, the flying snake seems too detached and not communicative enough. most snake forms tend to be more socially tolerant and not what i’d describe as dependent at all; they also have a capacity for manipulation and a desire to go about their life undisturbed that i think your boyfriend lacks. i really enjoy the snake form for a lot of people, but affectionate and kind aren’t cardinal traits of theirs.

looking at the grasshopper sparrow, again i think i can see the issues you’re having — the capacity for manipulation (sparrows as a whole are pretty tenacious and survivalists as a species) and that methodical and detail-oriented nature doesn't seem to become him, if he's more the creative and procrastinating type. birds get placed as sensors a lot and while i don't think it's a hard and fast rule, sparrows i think lack a lot of the strengths of an intuitive, while exemplifying the strengths of a sensor. at the same time, i can definitely see a lot of traits in him that might fit a birds, so i wanted to start with other bird suggestions that might work before broadening into other species. my only hesitation with other passeridae is many of them group together in flocks, are migratory, and engage in polyandry, but i’ll play around with some and other aves species.

the rock sparrow was my initial thought that could fit him. a very shy and unobtrusive species, the rock sparrow is typically found in low densities, but displays a strong ability to adapt across a variety of habitats. different groups of rock sparrows show different degrees of gregariousness and breeding strategies... when a species is capable of demonstrating a range of adaptive behavior like this, i think it best correlates to human behavior as someone flexible. they also have an impressive capacity for vocalizations, and their preference for taking over abandoned burrows instead of building their own i think fits a procrastinating reputation. so in summary: a rock sparrow person would be highly capable of adaptation and flexibility, while still being an individual who prefers not to over-exert themselves and likes to find a niche. they may be too socially tolerant for your boyfriend as loose group activity doesn’t stress them, but they show an extreme attachment to their loved ones, with mate-guarding techniques that would translate to protectiveness and dependence. very communicative but not confrontational or assertive. tends to be the procrastinating and corner-cutting type, though diligent when it comes to completing work and seeing things through. i thought the yellow patch would also be cute symbolically for someone who dresses spontaneously too!

have you considered species of buttonquail, such as the quail-plover? they’re not related to the galliforme quails. the quail-plover specifically is a monogamous species that’s typically only found in small groups, and displays shy and anxious behavior when threatened. again though they’re pretty adaptable and willing to be flexible, and considering their nervous temperament, i would anticipate them to be less bold and gregarious and more the type of person who will change from routine if it avoids future stress or conflict.

coursers like the indian courser and double-banded courser i think would be my last aves suggestion... they’re non-migratory and engage in solitary, monogamous behavior. definitely not ambitious individuals and likely also display that kind of “bare minimum” behavior; less adaptable than any of the sparrow species and enjoy tried and true methods. habitual but efficient and determined in their own niche, they come to life when pursuing their specific passions. very generous and giving people with their loved ones. socially tolerant and non-aggressive. they’ll also flush, which gives me the impression of someone more anxious, especially when coupled with how camouflaged they and their nests are. interestingly, while they do vocalize, the indian courser in specifically does not call when the nest is approached — i think this species would best fit someone who wants to keep their head down, communicative but very non-assertive and wants to keep the peace.

outside of birds, this behavior actually reminded me a lot of some pseudocheiridae... i really think the rock-haunting ringtail possum is a worthwhile to check out! they live in small groups and are highly adapted to their territory; they're so well-camouflaged for their rocky terrain, to hide from predators, they literally just stick their head into a crevice and keep their body exposed. when foraging they don't travel far from their home, but they have a highly diverse diet. they’re extremely vigilant animals and demonstrate generosity towards their group-mates through alarm calls. very tightly knit family groups and they show dependence on their loved ones, as well as high communication and reciprocity with their people. their communication is both vocal and scent-related, though they’re not aggressive or assertive at all, and prefer to avoid trouble. i think this fits a lot of boxes that you mentioned: habitual, kind and loyal, anxious, close-bonding, conflict-avoidant, devoted, and communicative.

the kéwel (bushbuck) might be too withdrawn and quiet, but could be worth a look too... a lot of bovines are pretty defensive and boundary-keeping, but this species is quite tolerant and passive. they travel in small groups but aren’t territorial at all; i imagine this to be a private soul who closely values their group of friends, but is rather socially tolerant and not assertive around others. just by the nature of the bushbuck, i would consider this individual dependent on their loved ones as well. they also definitely prefer their routines and habits and aren't terribly ambitious, and prefer to stay out of the limelight and conserve their peace. i can’t emphasize enough how tolerant these people are. they communicate primarily through scent, so while i wouldn’t describe this individual as overly expressive, they are clear about their thoughts and boundaries.

the last suggestion i’ll toss out is the finless porpoise, if you’re open to aquatic mammals? i think it strikes a nice balance between the creative and spontaneous side he has, and then also someone more introverted and peaceful. the finless porpoise is more mellow and even-tempered than other porpoises. they travel in small, tightly formed groups and display affectionate behavior to reinforce those social bonds. i imagine someone with this daemon to be kind but introverted, an individual who is hard to get to know but blossoms into someone open-hearted and generous. they likely have a sensitive disposition and are slow to start on tasks, but are focused and diligent once they set their mind to something. like most porpoise species, they’re definitely curious and inquisitive people, but finless porpoises are more cautious and the type to look before they leap.

i hope this was helpful! let me know your thoughts!

[knightthunderis]

Christmas Cordonian style Knight Thunder Twist.

Christmas cordonian style with a Knight Thunder twist

  author's note   this story takes place a week after the arrest of Barthelemy Beaumont and those who were with him in the coup against the crown of cordonia.

 The Palace of Cordonia is a buzz with excitement as servants and people alike work together to decorate the capital city for the upcoming Christmas celebration.

Karyson and his Queen Reimeiko were observing as the decorations and preparations were happening.

“It is a Happy Time For Us my dear Reimeiko.   What a celebration the preparations have been going on for days.” Karyson gushed.  “ old man Beaumont and the rest of his conspirators are behind bars my aunt and uncle can finally rest in peace knowing that they're killers are incarcerated for the rest of their lives.   I am relieved as well.   Rhiannon and the twins are growing up free from Barthelemy's tyranny.   and peace is once again returned to our kingdom.”

 “oh yes.”  Queen Reimeiko agreed. “ we are finally able to live our lives and our children are free the grow up away from all the evils that were thrown at them.   all of our friends from all around the kingdom and Beyond have come to help decorate.   BJ and the trio were getting along beautifully and this is our first real Christmas together as a family.”

 before they knew what was happening,  a loud crash could be heard from the kitchen close to the ballroom.  Karyson and Reimeiko  exchanged fearful looks and took off in the direction of the crash.   they both get through this serving doors only Drake fell out on the floor with a bowl of cake mix on his head.

“ what happened?”  the king demanded attempting to hide the laughter behind his feigned anger.

 “It was an accident, honestly.” Maxwell Beaumont  quickly said.  “I was coming one way with a bowl of cake mix. He was coming the other with the apples and we collided. Nothing major we’ll fix it we’ll fix it.”

“Well you had better fix it.” the  King growled  in feigned anger.  “Racine will get both of your butts if you mess up her kitchen and you know how fiercely protective Racine is of her kitchen.” as the king and his queen turned away and walked out of the kitchen once out of earshot they finally busted up laughing. “ did you see the look on Maxwell's face  when he and Drake  thought they were in trouble?  The look of fear was priceless. “

As they exited the kitchen and returned to the Ballroom  and the decorating, Marco and Valerie from Lythikos  and Jiro and Camila from Applewood arrived with their families with more sweet treats and snacks for the celebration.   The Cordonian children  we're given permission to take the time to play with BJ and the trio.

“Thank you for inviting us to your Christmas celebrations your Majesty's.” Camilla announced.  “And we are glad that you were able to save your daughter from being taken over by that bad man.”

“ well the bad man will be no trouble for no body anymore.”  the queen replied. “ he is locked up for the rest of his life and will never harm another Soul ever again.   you know what I have got an idea.   what do you guys say you guys heard BJ & the trio up to the playroom and then I will come and tell y'all A Christmas Story tell you all about how it all began with me and my family.”

“ that would be awesome your highness.” Marco gushed. “ it would be great to hear all about your first Christmas and how things meant for you and yours.”

“ well okay if you will take BJ Rhiannon Ethan and  Gabriel do the playroom The King and I will be up in a few minutes with the Christmas book.”

 without another second to spare the cordonian children took the younger ones up to the playroom and waited for the queen to arrive with her story.   within about 10 minutes the king and queen arrived at the playroom all the children were sitting in a semicircle in front of the rocking chair waiting to hear the Queen's famous story.

“ truth of the matter be told.” Karyson replied. “I cannot wait to hear the story you have come up with my love.”

“ well this is a story that everybody will enjoy.” Reimeko said.  instead of sitting in the rocking chair she pushed it back and set down in the floor with the children and her husband and began her story.  “ this is the story of a Time long ago back before my parents back when my grandparents were still just children my grandfather told us the story years later and it's become a family favorite:  Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse the stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that st. Nicholas soon would be there the children were nestled all snug in their beds with visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads.”

 This part of the story is where the king picked it up. “ oh I remember this with mom and her kerchief and I in my cap we had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.  When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter away to the window I flew like a flash tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.  The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of midday to objects below when what do my wondering eyes should appear but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer with a little old driver so Lively and quick I knew in that moment it must be Saint Nick More rapid than the Eagles his coursers they came and he whistled and shouted and called them by name now Dasher  now Dancer now Prancer and Vixen on Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen to the top of the porch to the top of the wall now dash away, dash away dash away all as dry leaves up before the wild hurricane fly when they met with an obstacle mount to the sky so up to the Housetop the coursers they flew with the sleigh full of toys and Saint Nicholas II and then in a twinkling I heard on the roof the Prancing and pawing of each little hoof as I drew in my head and was turning around down the chimney st. Nicholas came with a bound.”

 The queen took up the story from then on.   but the story had brought in everyone else to hear the long and blustering Tale. “ he was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot, a bundle of toys he had flung on his back and look like a peddler just opening his pack his eyes have a twinkled his dimples how merry his cheeks were like roses his nose like a cherry his droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow the stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath he had a broad little face and a little round belly that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly he was chubby and plump a right Jolly Old elf and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself a winking his eye and it twisted his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread he spoke not a word but it went straight to his work and feel it all the stockings then turn with a jerk and laying his finger aside of his nose and giving a nod up the chimney he rose he sprang to his sleigh his team gave a whistle and a way they are flew like that down of a thistle but I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight Merry Christmas to all and to all a good-night.”

 The children and everyone assembled sat there in awe as the queen finished the long historical story Amazed by the beauty and the imagery she weaved as she told the story.

“Tell us more your majesty.” Camilla gushed.  “is there more Christmas poems and stories you know that one was amazing especially the tale of the snow.”

“ there is much more there is one by Charles Dickens that was entitled The Christmas Carol but that is a much longer story to be told and right now we have not the time.” the queen replied. “ but the moral of the Christmas story is at least A Christmas Carol is a story if you like I will read to you all at bedtime but for now we have a celebration to get to and hopefully everything is in order.”

 Ethan, Rhiannon, and Gabriel, along with BJ approached Queen Thunderis  with curious eyes. “ was there more to the poem Aunt Rena?” BJ asked. “ it was a very short story but I'd like to know more.”

“ me too  mommy.” Rhiannon echoed. “more Christmas Story pease?”

“ alright here's one I can tell you since we do seem to have time before the big celebration.”  the queen replied.  “ when Jamie Randall and Shannon we're just nine maybe ten years old that was one Christmas that turned into a Christmas miracle.   The  Llewellyn's  had just moved in next door Mr. Llewellyn had joined Thunderstar Universal  and his children Tristan, Erin,  and Jordan had  just enrolled in the nearby Elementary School.   Mrs. Llewellyn was traveling the country with her family to meet up with her married family in time for the holidays.   Miss Rihanna drove a special delivery truck all over the country and was to an extent a female version of Santa Claus. but it wasn't just gifts for the children that she was hauling every year she was also doing everything to help families that didn't have everything they needed. “

“Was there a lot of families like that?”  Camilla asked.  “ I do not understand what did it mean that these families did not have everything they needed?” 

“The families I am referring to are the ones like well your Nobles and Royals call them,  commoners.”  the queen replied. “ because unlike the Nobles and Royals The parents of these families had to work for a living. not everybody born is born into it a family where all they have to do is bark orders at others and get what they want the commoners had to work for everything they had but because of a lot of the Nobles and Royals of the history there were a lot of things that they were unable to afford.  Anyway, Mrs. Rhiannon owned her own Trucking line and was an independent truck driver. Well  this particular holiday season she was called on by a very special family she had grown up around over the years. they asked her to drive what they call the Christmas truck because what  was in the trailer of that special truck what's going to save this one town utter destruction.   well the week before Christmas Mrs. Rhiannon packed it up And headed out for the town of Lincoln Falls which was apparently somewhere in Alaska. they drove for the longest time she and her brother but always called back to her family in order to keep them up-to-date as to where she was she dropped off her load and was on her way back first few days before Christmas Eve when she was supposed to call she did not.   the truck had been found jackknifed into a snowbank on her way back to her family but there was no sign of her or her brother come to find out she and her brother had been rescued by a stranger but this was no ordinary stranger at least I did not think so according to Rhiannon  The Stranger had seen what it happened the snow so hard to see through Rihanna's lost control of the truck and hit the snowbank almost burying the big truck in the snow. The Stranger welcome them back to his home where they could get warm and wait out the blizzard that it hit for what seemed like several days the blizzard blew and blew and blew and by the time it finally stopped Rescuers had found the truck and we're working diligently to dig it out  Rhiannon and her brother had wakened from the sound of someone digging around the in the snow around the truck they were thankful that they had been spared. when they told the dispatcher about what happened and who had helped them they did not at first believe what she said come to find out the stranger name was Liam Alexander that is the name he gave us Rhiannon declared but that is impossible the dispatcher replied Liam Alexander died back in 1956 due to snow storm this just as this one was it couldn't have been him come to find out Rihanna looked in the direction they had gone towards  Liam's house but all she saw for miles and miles with nothing but snow but he was here she protested he saved us we were we were in his house. Liam Alexander was quite the angel back in the day he was always doing everything humanly possible to help all the families who were unable to have anything extra for like Christmas and whatever else even those who were struggling financially and otherwise he would always do what he could to help the night he died he was on the same kind of run you heard the song Angels Among Us by Alabama the dispatch arrest well yeah of course who hasn't Rihanna declared that song tells a story quite literally the dispatcher said I believe there are Angels Among Us sent down to us from somewhere up above They come to you and me In our darkest hours to show us how to live pto teach us how to give and to guide us with the light of love. the dispatcher took Rhiannon to the cemetery and showed her Liam's tombstone with that Epitaph written in the Stone.   Liam James Alexander born March 25th 1936 died December 16th 1956 he was an angel Among Us and he will always be remembered and loved He was only 20 years old the dispatcher said but in his short  years of life he gave more of himself did many others ever thought about. Rhiannon continued home that night and when she finally walked in her door Christmas morning her husband sons and daughter as well as their new neighbors were there to greet her relieved that she made it home safely the last thing she said before she went to bed herself if it was not for Liam Alexander I would not be here today no matter what happens my children never take strangers for granted because when you least expect it they could very well be angels in disguise.

“ it was amazing.” Camila gushed. “ is Miss Rhiannon still alive? I would have loved to have been able to have met her.”

“ well actually you already have.”  Queen Seidre  replied. “ she was me in my younger years. and it was the last run I made before I returned to my husband and my children and my reign as Queen of Thaddea.”

“ all right you guys that's enough stories for now.”  Maxwell called. “ the ballroom the snacks and everything is ready time to get this party on and Christmas Jamboree kicking into high gear let's go you guys come on what do you want stories later.   it is time for presents let's go let's go.”

 as everyone began to move out of the playroom and head back to the ballroom the king embraced his Queen before she left.” I will have to admit that this is the first of the best Christmases ever put together my love.”  he replied. “ I look forward to a whole lifetime of more to come to watching our children grow up happy and healthy to being together and finally living in peace here so much I want to do.   you have a very thoughtful look on your face my queen is there something on your mind?”

“ I got some test results back from dr. Ramirez the other day.”  the queen announced. “ I did not want to say anything and get your hopes up until I knew for sure but now that I do…”

“ oh my goodness Queen Reimeiko what is it?” King Karyson asked. “ please do not leave me on tenterhooks what is going on?”

“ it seems that Rhiannon and the twins are going to be having a sibling or two soon.” Reimeiko replied.

“ wait, what? seriously baby?” Karyson asked. “ this is beyond any shadow of a doubt the best news all day and one of the best Christmas gifts ever.   oh now we had to make this big announcement and now.”

“ we will in due time but for now let us just enjoy the peace and quiet of the celebration and not worry about telling everybody else any more than what we already have.”  the queen replied. “ I definitely do not want a repeat every Rhiannon and the twins first year”

“ oh good point my love.”  King replied. “ now come on we have a celebration to enjoy.”

 the Cordonian King and his Queen return to join the others in the big Christmas celebration relieved to have made it through their first two years despite all the shortcomings trials and tribulations they have had to face from the beginning.  as she watched her husband her family and her friends celebrate the Christmas holidays, Reimeiko  knew  that no matter what the future held, they would always face everything together as a family as a unit as a very strong compassionate loving and caring Kingdom.

The End

[definitely-not-deacon]

LOOOOVE thyself (is what she said) - challenge

got tagged by the equally talented and merciless @boarix

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves [oh boy]! Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year, (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world [yeah and make myself more work in the process, sneaky! i like it]. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want, (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works [that’s heartwarming. i am not an artist, bit I AM an artist keeper, so i’m guessing that counts!]!

okay I only have 4 things cuz I am allergic to rules

Speaking of myself, I am also attention seeking

https://definitely-not-deacon.tumblr.com/post/187469412512/definitely-not-deacon-definitely-not-deacon

man, am I funny.

Okay, next thing. Taking someone else’s credit, but get a load of this. X6 is gonna murder me if he finds out I posted this, but here is the Courser’s poetry slam. I hear he’s currently re-writing it and making a song out of it whaaaaat dude u so cool please murder me in all the wrong ways

https://definitely-not-deacon.tumblr.com/post/188238286592/companions-react-to-the-weekly-courser-poetry-slam

Moving on to my very own art accomplishments! I made everyone in the Railroad HQ paint a canvas and then judged their skill like the Dr. Art Ph.D. that I am. Here it goes:

https://definitely-not-deacon.tumblr.com/post/187691443732/in-my-capacity-as-professor-at-the-mirelurk

And finally, my magnum opus. It is entitled “Companions react... to a single peanut lying on the floor” and I am gonna post it here in its entirety cuz I feel it is peak comedy and deserves any attention (good or bad) it can get.

Companions react!!!

…to a single peanut lying on the floor.

Cait: Whot kinda rubbish is that?!

Codsworth: Let me clean that up, it looks awfully stale mum/sir/genderneutral owner of my entity (GNOME for short)

Curie: What a peculiar looking nut. Ah! It is in fact a legume, did you know?

Danse: [stomp]

Deacon: Dibs!

Dogmeat: [arf?] [nibble] [spew] [whine]

Hancock: Did you know you can make lubricating oil out of these? No? Just thought you should know.

MacCready: Is it healthy? I don’t wanna eat it if it’s healthy.

Nick: I miss peanut butter :’(

Piper: What is that shell? Can I hide a wiretrap in there?

Preston: Snack time :3

Strong: [crunch]

X6: Why is it called a nut if it’s, in fact, not a nut

And finally, here’s a fifth thing I did cuz I lied about only posting four, dude this is the chance to show off of course I’m not skipping this, BEHOLD

https://definitely-not-deacon.tumblr.com/post/190214814217/is-it-perfectionism-that-drives-people-to-wear

I know all the cool kids already did this meme so I’m only tagging @DocCarringtonDoucheBagMan and @TinksyTommyCuteyTummy, k thx for coming to my TED talk

[slocumjoe]

just a personal headcanon but i feel like x6 would be amazing at drag. something abt his general vibe and his deliberately cold persona. also how he looks in the dress items lol

Oh, 100%. It would have to be in a modern setting, though, I think...X6-88 as a courser in the wasteland would see it as a waste of time, frivolous, impractical...

But MODERN X6....OOOHHHH

[moonstone-blues]

Hey uh may I ask about your ideas behind X6-88 being swapped with Strong? Because that is really interesting concept :D (also your art is amazing btw)

First of all, thank you! I made a post I think last week or a week before reflecting on my progress as an artist and I'm so proud. You're too kind!

As for the actual ask in relation to my Companion swap idea...

Okay, I admit this was one of the last swaps I decided so they were kind of forced together but I think I've made it work.

Strong was made in the Institute, as were all supermutants. In my swapped version, he ended up breaking out of his tank, surprising the scientists and attacking. He was eventually subdued by some coursers. Obviously, the consensus was to kill Strong or at the very least release him into the Wasteland. However, the Director (who at this point was not Father) saw something useful in the mutant. No others had ever broken out before, let alone gain counciousness inside them. He thought long and hard about what to do. Eventually he came to a decision. The generation two synths were good but they weren't as strong as they could be. The Institute needed muscle. And this supermutants was the answer. The Director gave his order. They keep the mutant locked up and do their best to train it and turn it into the Institute's perfect killing machine that it could control. They tried to make him more civilised, reading literature such as plays. While Strong still gets confused, he has a bit more of a clue than he does in the canon game. The Sole Survivor meets him when Father tasks them to recover a synth. Specifically the one on Libertalia. Father wanted to make sure his parent had as much protection as they could get. 

X6-88 had failed. The synth got away. He was his usual courser self but as the Railroad became more clever, he was more likely to be tricked. He had failed a few missions recently. He had been given more than enough chances but this was it. The straw that broke the camel's back. If he returned to the Institute he would be decommissioned instantly. There was no future for him. All of his synthetic life, he had known this day would come. He would eventually break. He would eventually go against his code. He was supposed to be perfect. He returned to the Institute anyway but as his fears were confirmed and the order to decommission him was said, something arose in X6-88. He disobeyed his order. He teleported out of the Institute and ran. He had never disobeyed an order. He didn't know why he did. Long story short, he eventually ran into the Railroad and strangely enough, he told them about his predicament. He wanted his flaws to be gone. He knew about their memory wipes so he asked. He was all for it but stepped down last minute. It felt wrong. He couldn't just forget about everything and go back to the Institute, clearly having gone to the Railroad. In fact, there was no more future at the Institute. He had to accept his life. He struggled, not being able to kick his habit of being blunt and monotone sounding. He tried his best to blend in but was quickly found out because of his quirks. He learned to live alone. When the player meets him, he has been kidnapped by a courser along with Rex Goodman. Who sympathised with X6-88 and tried teaching him what it meant to be human while they were in captivity. The Sole Survivor kills the courser who was waiting for backup and frees X6-88 who offers to travel with them, trying to break from his isolatic tendencies and to test what he had learned. He wasn't the perfect courser. But maybe he could try to be a decent human. 

Sorry again if this isn't perfect! Like I said, these were the last two so it was hard to find ways for their stories to swap. Doesn't help that I literally never take them with me ever. 

I did a quick sketch of possible designs. I genuinely didn't reaally know what to do other than "Keep X6's glasses and coat just make it shorter" and "give Strong a mix of courser uniform and armor".

[kimbureh]

x8-88/curie short and sweet kiss prompt?

((Curie turned out to be a bit OOC, but I am a firm believer she’s not just a naive cutie, but can also be a badass when needed and absolutely takes no shit))

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X6-88 sits at a table in the dim light of a flickering oil lamp, tending to his laser rifle with more diligence than ever. The wretched surface world offers meager supply of spare parts, the Institute and its technologies… gone.

That Miss Nanny who turned synth is watching him from the other table where she pretends to read and miserably fails. She might be smart by surface world standards, but in reality, she’s mediocre like the rest of them.

The sound of her closing the book with a snap makes X6 perk up. Her little face seems earnest and determined when she walks over to him and looks like she wants to say something. X6 doesn’t feel like indulging her and returns to his task.

“Monsieur eighty-eight, I do have to ask.” She pauses, waiting for a response that doesn’t come. “I am aware that you are a synth, very much like myself. But I have heard that your abilities surpass those of any other synth. Is that true?”

He lazily takes her in through his shades. “I am a Courser. My body and mind are result of generations of humanity’s most gifted scientists. Of course I excel in both my physical and mental capabilities.” It all blew to smithereens, but at least nobody can take that away from him.

“How very intriguing!” She exclaims. “Please, do tell me more about your amazing capabilities.”

“Think of anything you can do, I can do it better.” He says with disinterest.

“That is very astounding!” She gnaws on her lip like she was nervous, or embarrassed, X6 can’t really tell, but he doesn’t miss that faint glimmer in her eye.

“Oh, monsieur eighty-eight! Please let me try something!” She says and leans forward, her face coming so close to his, he can feel the heat of her blush. “Please don’t be mad.” Her lips kiss his, quick and chaste. The moment only lasts a heartbeat before she stands up with a hm sound, and says, “I think it was so-so.”

With more noise than is dignified for a stealth master, X6 gets up from his chair to meet her on eye-level despite the difference in height. “I don’t think you’ve conducted your experiment fairly. Let me demonstrate…” His last words ghost over his lips before they meet, a moment of perfect softness connecting the two of them.

“Oh!” Curie clutches her chest and is even redder than before. “That was so much better.” She smiles sweetly. “What a wonderful experience. I do feel especially human when kissing. What do you think, monsieur eighty-eight?”

He turns to graciously take his seat at the table again, his hands fluidly returning to their previous task. “Perhaps.” He says, “I wouldn’t know.”

There it is again, that glimmer in her eyes which manages to diminish her genuineness not in the slightest. “I am sure Coursers are perfectly capable of expanding their already impressive capabilities and excel in them too, wouldn’t you agree?”

[returnn-of-the-mac]

This is part 3 of the original prompt. I tried to get into the whole “reteaching Sole how to walk” process, but it was kinda slow and not going anywhere, so I did it this way which is kinda similar. It’s the closest I could get to the original prompt that would still be entertaining, so hopefully you like it! Also, I tried to make Cait’s part is fluffier—as you requested— but I still had to keep her in-character. So much like the issue I sometimes have with Gage (and sometimes Danse/MacCready) it’s “fluffy” for her character, but not the standard definition of “fluffy.” Anyway. Please enjoy!

Part 1

Part 2

FO4 Companions React: Sole Losing Leg To a Mirelurk (Part 3)

After long few hours, Sole and their companion were finally able to find a medical expert. When they arrived at the location, Sole was taken into an operating room to have their severed leg disinfected and the prosthetic limb attached.

...

Two days passed before the procedure was complete. On the afternoon of the second day, Sole was eager to see their companion again. They lifted themself off the bed with some assistance from their doctor and made their way to the waiting room to meet up with their partner:

MacCready:

MacCready was reading comic books when he saw Sole standing in the doorway. He stood up and grinned.

Hey, not too shabby,” he complimented, studying Sole’s new prosthetic limb, “Just throw some pants over it and you won’t even be able to tell the difference.”

Sole clumsily stumbled over to their companion, causing him to smile faintly. “We’ve gotta work on walking though. That’s gonna be the fun part.”

The ex-Gunner held out his hand and Sole graciously accepted the gesture, “It’s gonna be like teaching Duncan how to walk all over again.”

Cait:

An exhausted Cait lay sloppily sprawled in an armchair when she saw her friend peek though the door. She smirked.

“Let’s see that new leg.”

Sole shyly turned to their side, revealing the synthetic limb.

“Ah, come on, now. It doesn’t look bad, darlin. I think yer worryin too much,” she paused, “But how’s the walkin?”

Sole blushed and their companion approached them, her arm outstretched.

“C’mon. Who do ye expect te get better without practicin?”

Sole continued to hesitate and Cait put her hands on her hips.

“That’s what I’m here for, yeah? To help ye. Cuz that’s that’s what friends do. Ye helped me, now I help ye. It’s only fair.”

Sole sighed, accepting their companion’s hand, and Cait beamed.

“Glad we’re seein eye-te-eye now, ye? Now let me help ye walk before I drive myself mad.”

Preston:

Preston was tuning into Radio Freedom when he noticed Sole standing in the doorway. He quickly put away his radio and gently smiled.

“How are you feeling, General? Better,” He asked, “Do you need anything? Nuka Cola? Noodle cup?”

Sole attempted to make their way over to a purified water sitting our on a nearby table, but tripped. They swiftly grabbed onto a painting, preventing themself from hitting the ground.

“Easy there! I can get that for you,” the Minuteman reassured, bouncing over to the table to retrieve the water for Sole. “You’re gonna have to take baby steps when learning to walk again. Don’t worry, General. I’ll help you out.”

Danse:

Danse was staring blankly into the distance, thinking, when suddenly the door creaked open and he snapped back into reality. He studied his companion— careful not to draw attention to their leg—as they hesitantly stood in the doorway.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, soldier. Did you want to return to Spectacle Island?”

Sole nodded as they struggled to make their way over to the Paladin.

Danse’s eyebrows furrowed. “Actually, maybe you should take it easy for a few days. I know that’s certainly not what you want to hear, but your well-being is important. I can help you regain your leg strength.”

Sole shook their head stubbornly and continued to make their way toward Danse. They fell facedown.

Danse sighed and helped Sole to their feet. He locked eyes with them and talked to them sternly. “This isn’t a joke. You’ve got to follow instructions, soldier. Staying behind until you’re fit again? That’s an order. I can’t allow you to put yourself in harm’s way. It just wouldn’t be right.”

Hancock:

Hancock was stealthily taking hits of jet when Sole peeked out from behind the door. Knowing the doctor was probably not far behind, the ghoul quickly shoved the chems up his sleeve.

“How’re ya doing, [brother/sister]? How’s the new leg treating ya?”

Sole took a few steps in their friend’s direction, wobbling uncontrollably.

“Chill out there, speedy. This ain’t a race,” the ghoul reminded, “You have to slow down and take things day-by-day now. One step at a time— literally.”

A frustrated Sole continued to push forward, nearly tripping over themself in the process.

“C’mon. I know that’s not what ya wanna hear, but you’ve gotta listen to me. Take things slow,” Hancock pressed, “I struggle with that too, friend. Why do ya think I’m hooked on jet and mentats. I’ll tell ya: it helps me mellow out. It sucks, but you’ve gotta chill. Ya need some chems? I’ve got some. I’ve got no problem sharing. You’ve just gotta take my word on this one.”

Deacon:

Deacon was in the middle of changing his outfit when Sole pushed the doors open.

“Would you look who it is,” Deacon announced, changing his tone to imitate an announcer, “It’s the amazing, bionic, 200-year-old Vault Dweller! And they were so eager to see me that they couldn’t even wait for me to put clothes on!”

A flustered Sole tried to walk, only to stumble forward and catch themself on a chair. Deacon’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Having a little trouble there, pal?”

Sole shook their head, unwilling to admit defeat. They pulled themself up and tried again, this time falling to the ground with a loud thud. A concerned Deacon approached them, offered a hand, and helped them to their feet.

“Easy there, killer. Don’t you go breaking your cool new robo-leg. Besides, do you really want a naked guy escorting you back into the operating room,” he joked, “You’re probably going to have to learn how to walk again. Don’t worry about it though, I’ve got your back.”

Piper:

Piper was munching on some candy when Sole came out of the operating room. She immediately flung her bag of treats to the side.

“How’re you feeling Blue,” Piper asked gently, “Better?”

Sole shrugged and slowly made their way over to the reporter, struggling with every step.

“That sure is an awkward new walking style you got there,” Piper giggled, “You may need some help with your coordination— at least temporarily. I’d be glad to help you out!”

Sole shook their head and continued fumbling over to their companion. Four clumsy steps later, Sole toppled over face-first.

Piper rolled her eyes before sprinting up to Sole and helping them up.

“You’re so stubborn. I understand you don’t want help, but you seriously need it. Besides, that’s what friends do, right? Help each other out?”

Curie:

Curie was reading a burnt fashion magazine when Sole peeked around the doors. When the synth saw them, she set the book down and grinned widely.

“[Madame/Monsieur], I’m so happy to see you up and moving. Are you feeling better?”

Sole nodded and took a step forward, only to trip over their own feet and stumble. They caught themself on the doorframe before they fell to the ground.

Curie gasped and rushed over to her friend.

“Oh my! Are you okay?”

Curie offered her hand to Sole and they accepted. She smiled and slowly led them out to the waiting room.

“It looks like you’re going to require some walking lessons. It’s alright; I’d be pleased to assist you, [Madame/Monsieur]!”

X6-88:

X6 was reading a book when Sole opened the doors. The Courser stood up and cautiously approached his companion.

“Feeling better, [sir/ma’am]?”

Sole approached the synth, hyper-aware of every step they were taking. When they were about two feet from their friend, Sole tripped.

X6 frowned and held his hand out. A disoriented Sole accepted and quickly stood up, embarrassed.

“I would highly recommend attending physical therapy until you have made a full recovery,” X6 advised, “It would be beneficial.”

Sole stubbornly shook their head.

“You don’t want to risk another serious injury,” the synth pressed, “Besides, it is my duty to assist you. That is what Father expects me to do, and that is what I want to do.”

Nick:

Nick was flipping through cases when he heard the doors to the operating room creak open. He promptly tucked his file folder into his jacket and stood up.

“How’re you doing, champ? That was a hell of a procedure you just went through.”

Sole slowly pushed through the doors and waddled to their companion. Nick frowned, concerned.

“Careful, you don’t to put too much pressure on your new leg immediately. You should ease into walking with it.”

Nick held out his hand and Sole accepted it. He slowly guided them over to the waiting room seats where he had been sitting.

“I don’t want you to get mangled up again. I’ll stay here with you as long as you need to stay here. I want you to make a full recovery, friend.”

Longfellow:

Longfellow was tying knots with some scrap rope when he saw Sole struggling through the doors of the operating room.

“Woah there, easy,” he advised, “Don’t overwork that leg! Gotta test the waters first before committing to the voyage.”

Sole took a few steps forward before rapidly grabbing hold of a nearby table to stable themself.

“Nothing wrong with temporarily anchoring, kiddo. Better safe than sorry.”

Sole continued to try to walk, but was struggling. Longfellow finally decided to intervene.

“Maybe you’re trying to do too much with that leg right now. Why don’t you rest until you’re healthy again and then we can work on your walking together?”

Sole reluctantly agreed as they took a seat beside their friend.

Gage:

Gage was sipping a Nuka Cola when he saw Sole slowly making their way out of the operating room.

“Boss, you’re walkin kinda funny. Is that cuz of the new leg?”

Sole nodded and showed the raider their new prosthetic limb.

“Yo that’s sick, boss. It’s pretty much all metal. You can kick some serious ass with that thing. Damn.”

Sole nodded and took a step forward, falling face first in the process.

Gage chuckled. “Won’t kick much of anything if ya don’t work on yer walking though. Might as well practice while yer in a Doc’s office, right?”