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[bexatomarama]

👏👏👏 I gotta hear more about synths in love please

Synths in love is my current no name Sunshine/X6-88 fic :sob: I'm mostly playing around with some flash back sequences of their time together in the institute, and their eventual reintroduction during the games main questline. Its mostly in X6's perspective and recounts his time alone within the institute following him helping Sunshine escape :3c

Basically, Father playing house making a synth of his deceased mother to care for the child synth he made of himself. Father discovers that the synth of his mother may physically resemble her but lacks any defining characteristics after a scavenged pre-war holotape of her is found. Realizing he won't get the response he'd have hoped for from the Sole Survivor he opts to just destroy the Nora synth and focus primarily on the child synth. The Nora synth, S1-13, has made quite an impression on the courser who found the scavenged holotape and he'll do everything in his power to get her topside and as far from the institute as possible. : D

It was a waste.

That’s why he was doing this, shepherding the Mother from her would be sterile white tomb. A mausoleum of sleek design, clear glass and bone white metals. Father had regarded her with such disinterest, no, distaste, once more information surrounding the pre-war woman came to light. Nothing more than a reflection held aloft within the Institutes stainless walls. A flaw, a failure.

A defect.

“Where are we going?” The woman, the Mother, asked, a gentle tone runneth over with a child’s curiosity. Everything was a delight, some wonderful new experience to enjoy for the first time.

The two synths meandered within the ancient casing that surrounded the heart of the Institute. Warm oranges melding with rust brown and slick oil. Antiquated machinery and furniture that could only ever be described as kitsch. Rats in the walls, scurrying away from a very hungry cat.

“I was asked to chaperon you on an excursion topside,”

A bold lie. Especially considering the two would not be teleporting topside, too risky. He can’t let her be caught. There was too much at stake.

Those large green eyes caught his gaze past his sunglasses, and he feared for a moment he’d been found out.

But no, never, S1-13 trusted X6-88. Her eyes crinkled in barely constrained delight.

“Oh! I’ve always wanted to explore topside! Father never lets me join the others on their journeys up top!”

She trusted him blindly, she always had. He isn’t sure when it started, considering she had been created a few months after he had. Maybe that first meeting? The maternal instinct humans were so proud of was practically ingrained into every facet of her personality. It was her only personality. She was nothing more than a glorified Miss Nanny with skin, nails, and teeth.

[kalorphic]

I CANT BELIVE I MESSED UP AGAIN! 😭 IM SO SLEEP DEPRIVED. I MEANT MC AND CODY.

Im not the clown I’m the whole circus

Also I’m taking the opportunity to say I love you so much and I love your work. I didn’t send asks before because I was shy and I admire you so much (but then I saw that you like post of me being dumb in other blogs and I always PANIC) so I’m trying to get over that shyness. I love the way you write and yoo seem so lovely it’s hard not to like you. I hope you have a wonderful day, and I want to say forgive my stupidity but I know this won’t be the last time 🧍‍♀️

I think it’s just me and this blog, I am infecting to all with the dumbassery 😭👍

SKATER FROG 🫶🫶🫶

Ahh omg Cova ily2 <333 thank you so much for your lovely words and for all you contributions to the nova memes, you’re too kind, but I really appreciate them!! 🥹 I always love seeing your interactions with others (you putting Kal in their place is by far my favourite though 👀). I’m so glad you decided to reach out and know that my ask box and messages are always open if you wanna send me more memes chat! I hope you also have an incredible day 🤍🤍

[blackgwenstacy]

you are THE hottest bitch and you know thyself well

it comforts me to know my mutuals are nothing but intellects!

[phoolsified-chaos]

WAIT HOLYCRAP I JUST

I JUST DUG DIGGER INTO YOUR BLOG AND FOUND YOUR POEMS AND MAAAAAANNNNNN

MAN THESE ARE GOOD WOAH I LOVE YOUR SOUL ITS SO P R E T T Y MY EYES ARE BLESSED SO IS MY MIND AKSJDJDHDHHSSF

Yeah i love your writing I wanna read these forever okay keep posting and sending me stuff you write cuz what you write is real. And authentic writing is what we don’t know we need but we really really do. Thank you <333

YOU AMAZING HOOMAN BEING! MADE MY DAY!

"aaj kal paanv zameen par nhi padte mereeee...."

why, you might ask?!

cos of this! floating up above in the sky!

also, i haven't written in a while. feel like ive been squeezed raw. of emotions and words and everything else. but if i do, i will pakka share it with you!

धन्यवाद आपका बहुत बहुत बहुत बहुत बहुत बहुत!

okay bye. gtg. *wipes tear away*

[bexatomarama]

Can I see angst 7 for sunshine :3c

Angst and Sunshine just go together so well :sob: one lovely lady wife coming up! 500 words :3c

In her dreams, they’re together.

Faceless in the night, patient and caring, surrounded by a sea of grey. He held her face like a lover would, feather soft touches scattered along her jaw as he brings them closer. Lips moving but not a sound can be heard, bubbles rose as if he spoke underwater. She can’t make out his features, can only see her own face mirrored before her where his eyes should be.

She’s weeping in the reflection.

It’s too much.

Mind too muddled to make any sense of location, the glow embracing her like a fog. Her nails tightened like a vice against rusted chain links in the floor, nails peeling as she wailed. Desperate for grounding, any solace then the trance she can’t escape. It’s always the same.

They grabbed at anything they could, the slick rubber of her waders causing their grips to falter. A hand, one in a sea of thousands, grips tightly into her hair, dragging her up to her knees. She can’t blink against the strain.

Her skin feels like ice, steam rising from her pores as the radiation cooks her alive. Rust and mildew fill her lungs with each shaky breath. Eyes aching against the force, struggling to focus on any one thing as she’s hauled around. Limp in their arms, as if she were a corpse. Lead by her hair like a beast.

It’s too much.

The slap is what grounds her, brings her back to this strange new world. The chill is replaced with the subtle burn, skin flushed in what she can assume is the shape of a handprint. She’s lucid, albeit for just a moment. The High Confessor enters her vision, hurt and rage barely constrained through the fog of her mind. She remembers now, she’d tried to run.

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

He held her face in place cruelly, crooked fingers pinching past her teeth as they squeezed. Harsh lines marred her cheeks, the tears she shed leaving him to adjust his grip again and again. Her flesh prickles under the serration, thin lines of blood rising to the surface.

The pain in her cheeks dull as the scalpel meets her taunt forehead. Blood melts down her face, mixing with the salt of her tears.

Daughter of the sea.

There’s chanting, whispers, and an onslaught of prayer. It doesn’t last too long, the pain causing her ears to ring painfully into her aching teeth.

The symbol is carved deep into her skin, eyes watering as they struggle to close against the assault. The warmth greets her shortly after. Burn of irradiated ooze kills the carved skin, scaring it instantly.

The radiation soaks into her tired muscles, she’s docile and pliable once again. Her head fogs once more, a film against her wide, dumb eyes. The dream forms at the edge of her vision, alone in a sea of grey, she wails. No sound leaves her lips.

A fountainhead, to be seen, revered, but never heard.