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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year

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Day 27 -- Danse

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Overstimulation with Danse x F! Sole

So much self indulgence.

Whoops. 😈

I hope you all enjoy! <3

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Overstimulation, vaginal sex, reunion sex, kissing, love, intense lovemaking, passion, marking, multiple orgasms, creampie.

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The man was relentless.

The copious endurance trainings, their time spent together in the early throes of their relationship, as well as the torturous time away from one another all pushed him further than he’s ever been before, harder than he’s ever been, making him last longer than Sole ever thought was possible.

Her fingers gripped the soaked bed sheets, her eyes closed tight as she felt that bubbling, rising pressure building deep in her stomach for the umpteenth time that night.

Realistically, it must’ve been the fourth or fifth orgasm he was going to wring from her, but dammit if it didn’t feel like this rolling, overwhelming pleasure was endless.

A lingering heat was overtaking her body, it had been for the past couple… what? Hours they’d been at it?

How the hell is he still going?

Danse rutted into her like a man possessed, their time spent away from each other over the past few weeks all collecting to this cacophonous moment that they got to be together, alone, and just be. He was always so careful, so incredibly in his head about almost everything, but being stuck here, being damn near imprisoned in this infernal Bunker while his love was out in the world, in danger, without him, both of them feeling so… alone…

How could he possibly hold back?

It would be doing both of them an immense disservice.

At least, that’s what he had to tell himself, to keep his mind from believing he was deranged. This was so… unlike him, but he couldn’t help it. For the first time… probably ever, Danse let his control slip from his calloused hands, he let himself loose, he let his feelings take over, let his physical body go past the point of exhaustion and into a new realm of utter elation he never thought he’d be capable of. Mindless physical actions weren’t his MO, not ever in his life, and this, well… it wasn’t completely mindless, but it was wholly unconstrained and completely detached from his usual stern inner monologue.

And with everything he’d learned about himself, everything he now knew he was, whether he liked it or not, allowing himself to let loose was cathartic as all hell.

Sole was more, so much more, than a means to an end, than a tool for him to use, and they both knew that damn well, but when they’d grabbed him by the shoulders earlier, when they’d pulled his body onto theirs, bare and heated and ready, when they’d kissed him with a fervor he’d never seen before, never felt, when they’d ran their hands over his every square inch of flesh, when he’d allowed himself to do the same, it had all fanned the flames of his want, had all uninhibited him to the point of disorientation. And Sole had begged him for it. Begged him to let go.

Like the good soldier he was, Danse simply had to follow orders. It was non-negotiable.

Even now, Sole was begging him, ordering him, in her own way. Not with words, not anymore, she’d lost access to something so structured as language two thundering releases ago. Now it was with her still-grasping hands over his scarred and scratched shoulders, with the breaths that spilled over his sweaty chest, with the way her teeth set against his skin, marking him and spurring the heat within him even harder, with the way her trembling hips still made an effort to meet his enthusiastic thrusts.

He’d had her a number of times that night, had her continually, brought her crashing down more times than could be counted on one hand, and he wanted it again. Danse wasn’t a greedy man, but this thrilling enterprise, this growing number that promised pleasure for the person he cares more for than anything or anyone else in his life, that he could strive for. In this, he could be ambitious.

Sole's walls clenched over him tightly, her fatigued body and mind putting her exhaustion behind her for the time being, in favor of relenting to– or encouraging, even– Danse’s relentless lovemaking. He had yet to spill over that edge himself tonight, miraculously, but if his partner's body begged him much more, he wasn't sure he could hold out long enough to wring another orgasm from her first. But he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try.

There was nothing like it, no experience, no sight or feeling that the ex-Paladin could compare it to, seeing his partner come undone beneath him, because of him, seeing the pleasure he is able to bring forth in her, the trust she has for him, the desire she shows. Even knowing what he is, and what he unfairly isn’t, she still craves him, she still is comfortable with him, still loves him. Like no one else has, even when he was human… Or, when he thought he was human. He hadn't felt worthy of Sole’s affections then either, and he never could’ve dreamed they’d one day be doing this together, but whether he deserved it or not, this was his reality now, and he felt beyond privileged to be able to see her this way. He was going to make the most of it. Every. Damn. Time.

With a renewed vigor, Danse threw his hips forward into her, the back of Sole's head mashing back into her pillow and her expression tightening the same as all her muscles, the same as that vice grip between her legs. Danse had to grit his teeth from the effort of dragging his member through the suffocating grip of her walls, and a vein bulged from the side of his head as he shoved in again, sawing in and out of her like a man possessed.

He was usually so gentle. Since his discovery of what he was, since he was so aware of his strength and size, Danse would leave light touches, press careful kisses, and move languidly forward into her body with slow, methodical thrusts that usually drove her wild with a maddening need. A need to go faster, to move harder, to provide that tantalizing friction that would send them both careening over the edge of their releases.

Tonight was the exception.

Danse’s pace quickened to a desperate, shallow pulse as he felt Sole clench around him again, an intense look of determination furrowing his brows and setting his amber eyes ablaze as he pushed her towards that final threshold once again. Sole’s eyes, on the other hand, were rolled to the back of her head, her eyelids closed in bliss, even as her brows furrowed and sweat beaded on her forehead from the effort and exertion of another impending orgasm building deep within her.

Danse was never much for speaking during their trysts, especially on nights like this one, but despite that, Sole found her ears drinking up the virile sounds that spilled from him. Heaving breaths and throaty grunts that had her spine tingling and heat blossoming in her core tore from his lips with each push and pull, each press of his warm, firm body against hers.

A moan of her own was pulled from her throat as his thrust took him to the very back of her, mashing against that spongy spot deep inside, and Sole was gone once again. Her nails dragged against the tarnished skin of his shoulders, leaving another strange map of scarlet paths over his usual paleness. Danse’s dark brows furrowed over his intense eyes at the newfound discomfort, at the effort of his continuing thrusts through her gripping pressure, but his gaze never left her.

It was too much.

It always had been. The way Danse looked at her when they were intimate, his adoration palpable and fierce. He looked at her the way she imagined the greatest of athletes looked to the finish line, the most ambitious of authors poured over their final manuscript, the way the world's singular, passionate artists and performers looked to a finished canvas or the blinding lights of a stage; he looked at her with purpose and drive that was unmatched, with overwhelming zeal and determination, with utter devotion, with veneration that left her breathless and dazed. He did it every damn time, and Sole found herself wondering where on earth he found the energy, what on earth he saw every time, that made him look on with such all-encompassing, loving intensity.

Just as she felt the fire of her orgasm sizzling down to another glowing bed of coals within her belly, ready and willing to alight with another bout of heated movements form her enthusiastic partner, Sole’s body jolted as she felt Danse’s full lips press to hers.

This too, was all encompassing.

He pressed to her hard, almost to the point of pain; his soft, wet lips cushioning the blow as much as possible, with all the force he put behind it, and he claimed her, consumed her with the kiss as much as any other action.

As if his relentless rutting into me isn’t enough.

But she could never complain, not with the way he drank her up, the way he tasted her like she was a slice of divinity pressed against him. Danse’s hips slowed their frantic pace as he languidly kneaded his lips against hers.

How far he’s come… Sole mused, her tired mind flickering dully back to the first times they’d been together physically, to the way he’d been so careful, so unsure, the way she felt him tremble with the strain of holding back. The chasteness of those first kisses left no indicator that he ever would have transitioned to this.

His lips never left her, even as his pace began to pick up again, and Sole whimpered against him at the oversensitivity.

Danse moaned into her as he felt her body shudder, her walls fluttering around him mutely, tiredly, still undoubtedly craving him, but having to give everything, every last spare bit of energy left within her for this one small action to show him how she wanted him still.

Reluctantly, Sole pulled her mouth from his to breathe. Yet still, the oxygen caught in her throat, almost making her choke, as his brilliant, sunset eyes blinked open. His pupils were wide and dark, his gaze hazy with his own growing need that she couldn’t believe hadn’t spilled over yet.

“How are you feeling?” His deep voice rumbled out thickly.

“M’kay.” She mumbled, her mouth and head both too groggy to work together to create speech.

A brilliant smile grew in his eyes.

“Can you handle another, love?” His hand came gently to her cheek, pushing aside a few sweaty strands of hair and caressing the skin there like it was delicate as thin porcelain.

Only if you can. She wanted to playfully jab back, knowing damn well what the answer to that was. But her mouth couldn’t handle that much, especially since his pace had begun to hasten against her.

In the end, all she did was nod, and Danse kissed her again, no less passionate than the last.

He pulled away only as he felt her struggle to breathe again, and pressed his warm lips instead to the shell of her ear.

“I love you, Sole.” She groaned as his hand moved over her breast, kneading the soft flesh just above her heart as he whispered to her.

"I missed you." His hands gripped at her just the smallest bit harder, almost unnoticeable, but for the way his accompanying voice made it sound so tragic, made his touch feel like it could never bear to leave her.

“I love you.” Danse repeated, his voice firm, for its shakiness, loud for the breathy way it left him. It was muted and yet it was powerful, much like the rest of him.

All Sole managed to voice in return was a moan of agreement, nodding still as he pulled back to kiss her cheek, then her jaw, down to her neck, where he mouthed against that sensitive skin hotly. His breath spilled over her, raising a cluster of goosebumps along her sweat-slick skin and making her shudder once more.

Danse grunted at the clench of her walls around him, and for the first time that night, Sole felt his member twitch deep within her.

Fucking finally.

Even amidst the overwhelming pleasure encompassing her like a soft down comforter, Sole felt sleep longing to tug down on her eyes and claim her consciousness. She was more exhausted than she could remember being in… well, over 200 years, but still, she wanted– no, needed him to finish before she could let herself rest. After, what? Six orgasms on her end, she figured it’d be selfish to make him stop now. Now, when he was finally close.

Sole arched her neck back against the plushness of the pillows as Danse thrust deep into her. She could feel the way his rhythm was stuttering, the way his hips were moving without his permission, chasing that thrilling end like it was the last and greatest mission he’ll ever be assigned to.

“Fuck, hon.” Sole’s teeth gritted as he accidentally rammed to the very back of her, his cock head jamming uncomfortably into her cervix. “Finish for me. Let go.”

Her words were breathless, coming out raw and needy, and she felt his cock give another telling throb inside her.

“I will.” He said through gritted teeth, his amber eyes closed off behind tightened lids as he tried to hold back the cacophonous orgasm that had been building within him for hours.

“Once more. Just need you once more, love.”

Sole nodded to him, thrusting her hips up to try and increase the friction of his rolling torso against her clit. Despite her sensitivity, she knew she had to finish for him.

Or who knows how much longer we’ll be here for?

Danse read her mind, it seemed, as his hand upon her breast slid down her body, and landed between them, right at that sensitive nub nestled within her swollen lower lips. She bucked hard at the feel of his rough fingers against her, and heard him grunt from deep within his barrel-like chest.

“A-almost there.” He nosed against her neck, pressing another open-mouthed kiss to the skin there, even as he continued his thrusts and his persistent rubbing over her. “Please, love. Just once. Once more for me.”

The gasps that were leaving her rose in volume, becoming high and desperate as his fingers circled over her, as his hips drove her body downward and into the creaking mattress. His pace picked up again, from where it had slowed when he felt himself growing close. Now, he didn't seem to care. Sole was close enough, they both knew it, and with one more hard rub of his fingers, the tip of one nail catching over her clit, she was sent spiraling, writhing over the edge.

Sole’s cry of Danse’s name, the evidence of her unbridled pleasure, sent him into overdrive, and he plowed through her clenching walls just three more times until his hands grasped hard at her hips, and he roared out his release against her.

Danse rutted into her desperately, his hips pounding and grinding with each successive spurt of his release deep inside her. Sole’s cries turned to moans, and her moans to whimpers as the friction of his throbbing cock dragged against her raw insides. His release coated every nook and crevice within her, the build up of it all finally coming down with explosive results.

Danse was trembling as the last of his enormous spend finally spurted out of him, his hands’ grasp now weak against her hips, his breath coming out in shaky gasps that made her chest warm with affection, and despite everything, heated desire.

But she was done, she couldn’t go for another round even if she tried, even if he begged her for it. And Danse? Well, he had to be done after all that. There was no possibility of him pushing either of them any further. At least, that’s what she had to hope, for the time being.

Sole loved him, wanted him, still craved this closeness and this passion, but she wasn’t complaining about them both finishing for good tonight. She was ready. Ready to settle in for the night, to sleep off her soreness and exhaustion safe within her lover’s strong arms, his warm embrace.

And in the morning, who knows? Maybe they’ll both be ready for another round.

Given everything she saw and felt tonight, she wouldn’t doubt it. This version of her partner, of her Danse, it was new, but it was wholly unmatched by any previous experience she's had.

It was new, but what she'd realized about halfway through their heated, prolonged marathon of trysts, was that she was right from the start, it really was true.

Danse was relentless.

#fallout #fallout companions #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fo4 #fo4 companions #danse #danse fo4 #paladin danse #fallout danse #sole #sole survivor #f!sole #danse x sole survivor #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #dwd.nsfw

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siberiascaravan · 1 year

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Things Sole does that makes Gage crazy for them:

I’ve been feeling Gage lately. Enjoy more raider boyfriend stuffs. :)

The way you walk- regardless of how it is- in Gage’s eye; You are walking like the big, bad Nukawolrd OverBoss.

The way you sleep. He is a light sleeper. A very light sleeper. So, he wakes up a lot in the night and just watches the way your chest rises and falls with each breath. Listening to your snoring- which he says would scare even a Yao Guai away- in the silent of the night as the crackling of the nearby fire casts dancing shadows upon your face. Sometimes the feint sound of the nuka cola theme mixed with the noise you produce in your sleep- makes him feel just relaxed enough to doze off again.

The taste of your sweat coating his lips after he plants kisses anywhere on your body. Occasionally, he likes to nip, causing beads of crimson to form- which he is all to happy to lap up. At first you complained- not wanting the other raiders to see the marks- but, admit it; you missed it when he stopped- so you gave him permission to do it again.

Your protectiveness when it comes to him. Even though when the tables are turned- he would NOT save you from danger. Unless there was a guarantee he wouldn’t be hurt or killed saving you.

The way you defend his name when one of the raiders in Nuka world speaks poorly of him. Of course, the favor is returned 10 fold as anyone who utters a single bad word or opinion about you- has never been seen or heard from again.

Calling him “Porter”.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #nuka world #sole survivor #gagefo4 #gage #porter #portergage #portergagefo4 #fallout #fo4nukaworld #gage sole #gage sole survivor #m!sole #f!sole #nb!sole

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simwoman2002 · 6 months

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"Because it makes everything more bearable" for Piper and female sole survivor?

Here it is! I hope you enjoy! It was super nice to write something for Piper and Blue 😊 Piper's my favorite companion, and any chance I get to write about her and my OC is a truly treasured moment 💗 Please do feel free to request more for her and Piper or any other girl from Fo4! 🥰

#piper wright #female sole survivor #sole survivor #f!sole #nora hale #fo4

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fallout4reacts · 1 year

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Merry Christmas everyone!!

Enjoy this extremely long One Shot I started in 2019 and finally finished today <3 Thank you for all of your support!

Read it on Ao3 Here (Rated T ) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/43842960

Summary: After robbing MacCready and Hancock blind on more than one occasion by betting she could outdrink them, the boys have recruited Paladin Danse to change the tides and finally dethrone the drinking champion, The Sole Survivor Elle Walker. Will she still be able to outdrink all three of them? Or will she have to resort to underhanded tactics and distraction to stay ahead? Or perhaps, she finally loses her title of drinking champion? Stay tuned to find out. Hilarity, shenanigans, and blatant flirting to ensue.

This is in the same universe as my fic "Walking", which is admittedly very unfinished. This (LONG) one shot takes place quite some time after the most recent chapter of "Walking", so you don't need to read it first or anything. But if you'd like to know more about Elle, or about how Elle and Paladin Danse first met, I would recommend reading that fic as well. : )

- Merry Christmas everyone, (from the Mod of Fallout4Reacts on Tumblr)

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kstone93 · 27 days

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intrlewd · 8 days

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my shorts r so cute ⭐️🪲

#intrlewd #goddess #420stoner #footgoddess #chubby #thick goddess #thickwomen #onlyf@nz #f@nsly #f33t #feetish #foot soles #foot domme #big round butt #perfect butt #chub kink #alt gf

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mintsalsa · 11 days

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relationship hcs — hancock

a/n: the girls that get it, get it

(nsfw below cut!)

★ ! sfw

hancock is a tough nut to crack

under all the swagger, the sarcastic remarks and the self-deprecating jokes, hancock is actually pretty sad

sad and a little lonely - despite the sense of community tying the people of goodneighbor together

so when he first starts following you around, it's precisely for the reason he claims: to clear his head and find purpose again

the fact that he finds you cute doesn't have a terrible lot to do with it

because while he doesn't always sell himself short, he likes to think of himself as a realist - he's him, and you're, well, you're you

it doesn't help that half his security personnel in goodneighbor can't seem to take their eyes off of you anytime you visit

and while the thought of it kind of pisses him off, he knows that he's the one sharing stories, bottles and cigarettes when you're sitting around a fire at night, out in the wastes, just him and just you

it takes a long time for him to admit his feelings to himself

which doesn't deter him from flirting with you, obviously

and despite you laughing and blushing before hurling an ironic retort in his direction, he never believes the bickering between you to mean anything

but somehow, you make him less afraid

less afraid of everything, and especially of himself

he'll start dropping hints about his feelings, but given the dynamic between you two, it only manages to leave you more confused

so you'd end up having to take matters into your own hands and ask him about his behavior to make him fess up

less big on pda, but trust me when i say emotional intimacy is such a huge thing

like this man is your soulmate, end of story

he loves showing you off (bc ur sexy)

and when you inch closer to him at night, your soft skin reaching out to touch his rough hands and face ...

let's just say the entire wasteland had never seen a ghoul smile brighter ever before

★ ! nsfw

i'm convinced hancock fucks, first of all

but with you?

he's insecure as hell, and it'd take him a short while to work up the courage to initiate any physical intimacy

freak in the streets and the sheets!

he'd never do anything you're not comfortable with, though - if you're more on the vanilla side of things, he'll adapt

you're his top priority after all

and even when he's going sweet and slow, it's always so, so hot

he uses his words and voice a lot and praises you like there's no tomorrow

#fallout 4 #hancock #hancock x reader #hancock x sole survivor #fallout 4 companions #f: fo4 #c: hancock #g: hcs

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la-pheacienne · 3 months

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People that still blame Ned for telling Cersei of his plans are the same people that say they wouldn't have turned if they were Orpheus, and the common denominator between these two categories of people is how fucking BORING they are. Imagine trying to analyze Oedipus Rex through the prism of how stupid Oedipus was. STOP for the love of god

#you are the annoying Toby in the fandom #nobody fucking cares if it was ''''''''stupid''''''' guys #me going through reddit again #also this does not apply solely on Ned there are PLENTY of characters in universe that dudebros LOVE to write off as ''''stupid''''#when it's just characters acting like real human beings basically #this approach makes me F E R A L #eddard stark #orpheus x eurydice #aspa rambles #rant #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls

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that-blue-vault-dweller · 11 months

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I never let my character sleep when I play so how about Sole working nonstop, doing every side quest, helping every settlement and just not taking any breaks even though she's sore and exhausted

A/N: Make sure y'all get some sleep, people. The companions need you to 💙💛

Cait - "Oi, yer not lookin' so good, darlin'. You need a break. I won't let nothin' happen to you. Just get some sleep before I have to knock you out."

Piper - "Blue, you're going to kill yourself! You have five seconds to get yourself into that bed right now before I kick you all the way in there, you hear me?"

Curie - "Madame, lack of sleep can have a significant impact upon your ability to function! I advise that you go to bed this instant!"

MacCready - "You're going to get us both killed if you don't get some sleep. The firing has been getting way too friendly these past few days."

Deacon - "Hey, not to be a total Debbie Downer, but uh... You're looking a little droopy there, boss lady. Now we've been pretty lucky so far, but it might not be a bad idea to get some sleep before said luck runs out."

Codsworth - "Mum! You have not had rest in days! You need to take a rest! Surely the fate of the Commonwealth can wait for at least a few hours?!"

Hancock - "Look, sister, you're working yourself into a coma. You're falling asleep sitting up. Maybe some.... good stuff to calm you down?"

Danse - "Soldier, this is unacceptable. How can you expect to give the Commonwealth your best when you don't even give it to yourself? Get some sleep."

Preston - "General, if I may, I think you need some sleep. I'll only mark the next settlement that needs your help after you get some rest."

Valentine - "Hey, you think about getting some sleep every once in a while? Before long, you're going to look worse than me. And believe you me, that's a real feat, kid."

X6-88 - "Ma'am, you are not functioning at full capacity. I insist that you settle down somewhere and sleep before we continue any further."

Dogmeat - Is worried. He can smell the exhaustion on his human and he knows that she's been pushing herself too far. He pointedly tackles her and lays on her until she either manages to push him off or she just passes out from exhaustion.

Strong - "Tiny human not strong like supermutant. Tiny human need sleep or tiny human will be weak! No good in battle."

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danses-with-dogmeat · 6 months

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Day 26 -- Vault Tec Rep

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 26 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Pregnancy with Vault Tec Rep x f!Sole

This poor man deserves a damn break, and so here's this! The vault tec rep seems to have a little following of people that love him, and I'm here for that. If he's a sad ghoul, I love him too, darn it. So, here's a bit of love and softness for this sweet guy.

I hope you like it! <3

*Also, just a note, I used the name that Death Shroud headcannoned for him, cuz I couldn't fathom writing "vault tec rep" 70 or so times 😅 Plus... it's not the most romantic name in the world for someone to call their partner by.

"Oh, vault tec rep, please keep loving me!" Yeah... no.

So his name is David Dwecker. But feel free to give him any name you see fit! I really did like that name for him though, so that's what I went with.*

and if you haven't seen/heard Death Shroud, do yourself a favor and give it a watch! chadfallout76podcast is the creator, so be sure to check out their blog as well! I would link him here, but... He doesn't need to see this, lol.

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Pregnancy, pregnant sex, dancing, kissing, lovemaking, tiny bit of a voice kink, body worship, little bit of a belly kink, fantasies, simultaneous orgasms, creampie, aftercare, cuddling, so much sweetness, it might give you a bellyache.

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Blue, speckled beams of light poured through the half-open window, bathing the room and highlighting the points of Sole’s face, the wisps of her hair, drifting with the pair’s subtle movements over the living room floor. Soft, sweet tunes, so delectable he could very nearly taste them on his tongue, weaved through the air, caressing their ears and setting their souls alight with romance.

She was warm and plush in his grasp, her arms wrapped around him tightly, hanging on his shoulders as the pair swayed with the delightful melody. Though Sole's face was a bit too far from his for comfort, it was a necessary deprivation, David supposed. The need for that distance being the great swell of his love’s stomach pressing into his as they leaned in close as they could.

The Vault Tec representative hummed along with the tune, some well-known romantic din with Sinatra or Nat King Cole or someone of the like, but he was too focused on her to decipher the exact words, the correct artist. David could feel the fatigue beginning to drag at her, felt her weight resting more heavily on his shoulders, and he felt his hands grasping more tightly to her hips, to help steady her pace, her steps, as they swayed about the room.

It was something he always made time for. No matter the work, no matter the life disasters and the fleeting time, he and Sole were never to miss a date night; and what was a date night, without a dance? Without song? Without this blissful closeness?

He swears, her state only made it more necessary.

She was everything to him, even when she wasn’t holding his very future within her. Now, though? He wondered if there was anything he wouldn’t do for her.

“You really are perfect, love.” David whispered, and heard her smile in the way she sighed.

“I don’t feel perfect.” She mumbled, looking down at nothing in particular. “I feel bloated and clumsy and sore and tir–”

“Sweetheart," He interrupted gently, "Why didn’t you tell me?”

He’d felt her growing heavy, sure, knew that she was fatigued, that bedtime was definitely upon them very soon– sooner every night as the months passed– but sore? She was in pain, and still danced with him?

“Come here.” Gently, David stepped back, keeping his hands in place as he began to guide her to their bedroom.

“I’m a little sore, not helpless.” She chided lightly, as he helped her take a seat at the foot of the bed.

David only shook his head as he bent to his knees and pulled her slippers from her undoubtedly aching feet. Despite her weak protests, Sole’s head fell back with a sigh as he began to massage over her and ease the soreness within.

The room was cool from the breeze that blew inside from the open windows. David could smell blossoms in the air, whatever grew below their bedroom window, so light and fragrant. The room was dim, with only one bedside lamp to keep the night at bay, but it cast a warm glow that only emphasized his love’s natural radiance. Crickets sung outside, frogs croaked from their place down by the stream, life teemed all around them and lulled him into a deep sense of safety, of belonging.

It felt… unfamiliar, fleeting almost, and something pressed to the back of David's mind, like a knock at the back door, like someone speaking to him through water, he couldn’t quite make it out.

Sole’s hand grabbing his shoulder pulled him from those thoughts easily, and they blew away like winter leaves.

“I can hardly feel my feet now, after that.” She smiled warmly, if not tiredly, her eyes half-lidded. “Thank you, baby.”

“No trouble at all, love.” His hands moved up her calves, squeezing and kneading as they went. “Any more… requests while I’m, um, down here?” He ended his question with a chuckle, as fizz seemed to bubble and tickle in his stomach.

You’d think, after all this time, as many times as we’ve been together, I wouldn’t get so flustered at the mere thought of it.

He couldn’t blame himself though, not when his Sole was, well… she was his everything. His home, his happiness, his family, his love, all wrapped into one.

David didn’t know a single person could be so many things to him.

“Kiss me?” Sole spoke up in a quiet voice, one that sounded just as bashful and breathless as he felt.

Another boon of her current state, he thought to himself, as his lips immediately pressed to the bare inside of her thigh. She was so needy when she was pregnant, she made him feel like a different man, one worthy of those heady desires. Not like he usually felt, like some Joe Schmo who’d only ever existed on the other side of someone’s front door. A man in a suit and a hat. No discernable personality, no passions beyond his subpar job.

She made him feel wanted, exceptional, desirable on more than a ‘average man who has a steady job’ level. It was a biological one, instead. She wanted him, in every way a woman could. And she wanted him, she chose him to be with, even with every possible alternative out there available to her.

That, beyond all things, made him feel truly... feral.

It was a state David Dwecker didn’t know he could find himself in, not ever in his life, but it was how he felt in this very moment.

He fought with that instinct as much as he could, taking his time moving up her body, being gentle with her, despite the way his hands shook and his breath picked up with desire. Her words had been clear, but vague at the very same time. Kiss her, yes, he could very much do that, but where? Down where he was kneeling? Should he rise up and capture her lips with his, kiss over her rounded belly? Should he just opt for all of the above?

Sole didn’t seem to protest, when he did in fact, decide to act upon that final thought. David’s lips traveled up over her thigh, his hands following the movement, asking, as they reached the hem of her sleep dress. His eyes met hers, voicing a silent question with raised brows, and she nodded, her expression already ripe with yearning.

His fingers glided along the soft fabric, swiping it up over her stomach, revealing her bareness beneath it. David felt his breath catch at the sight of her, her little belly button, mere days away from popping from the pressure of her growing stomach, squiggly marks lining the skin there, so lightly, so endearingly, her sweet folds, already glistening with that want that always astonished him.

“Beautiful.” He rasped out between kisses, “So beautiful.”

He felt the slight raise of her stretch marks against his bottom lip, and her belly quivered from her catching breaths. She didn’t have it in her to refute him now, not with arousal bubbling up inside her.

Sole’s hands went to his head, one caressing the back of his neck, while the other had fingers digging into his scalp, massaging him back in her own way.

Soft music drifted in from the living room, romantic and sweet as it met his ears. Her growing sighs and breaths were no less melodic to him, and he felt heat building and building beneath his skin. As such, David’s kisses became feverish, more hurried as his hands reached her chest and his mouth followed close behind.

Sole raised her arms up for a moment, allowing him to pull the dress completely off over her head. He couldn’t even pause to take her in, as he almost always did. Instead, his lips went straight to her now-bared breasts, mouthing over the warm mounds softly, so as not to hurt her.

David knew the way they must ache, and by the way she gasped as his lips dragged over a nipple, he held himself back from his over-impassioned appreciation of them. His arms braced on either side of her head, holding his body up enough that he wouldn’t put any unnecessary weight onto her, and finally, his lips moved upwards to meet hers.

This kiss was different from the others, sloppy and unrushed, exploring each other like they hadn’t a hundred times before this, and he felt affection wash through him, felt it ebb and flow like ocean waves within the sheltered harbor of their shared contact. Sole’s hands returned to him, nagging at his cotton t-shirt, until he pulled back to remove it in a flash. His lips returned to hers in an instant, incapable of being away from her any longer, as she gratefully explored his skin, running her fingers like lit matchsticks over his flushed chest, his heaving shoulders, and trailing blazing marks over him. David pulled breaths in between his teeth, straight from her mouth to his, tasting every last bit of her, of the dessert they’d shared, of the nighttime tea she’d sipped while he’d readied the radio for their dance. He savored all of it like this would be the last time he had the chance.

“I love you, darling.” He said into her, and Sole released a whine that sent surges of energy through every vein in his body. “There isn’t a single thing about you that I don’t love.”

“Mm, love you too, honey.” She gasped out her response, and he pulled back to let her catch her breath. “Need you. Need you, David, please.”

Her hands squeezed at his shoulders, dragged over the soft swell of his chest, pressing there and encouraging him downward.

He smiled, feeling a sort of prideful contentment swell inside him.

She needs me.

“Where, sweetheart? Where do you need me?”

Sole bit her bottom lip so prettily, looking away with a shy little grin; and though, at that point, she didn’t need to answer for him to know what she wanted, David waited with his brows raised in expectation.

“You’re being rude to your wife, Mr. Dwecker.” She said with a pout, and he could only chuckle, giddy at the way she spoke to him. The way she called him her husband.

It'd been long enough that he should be used to it by now, but how could he be? Every day with her was a novel event.

“No, come on, sweetheart.” David braced himself on one hand, so the other could press to one soft cheek, and turn her eyes back to meet his. “Tell me where you need me.”

A roll of her eyes and a bit of a whine later, and finally Sole broke.

“Need you in me, baby. Need you inside, need your… your cock.”

David’s breath caught at that, at her words. They were more than he could’ve hoped for, and he felt his head reeling, his cock aching in his pants, his vision clouding with a hazy little vignette at the way pleasure surged through him.

“Yes, ma’am.” He leaned down to kiss her one last time, short but passionate as he dragged his tongue over hers, and then backed away.

His hands helped her scooch further up on the bed, fluffed the pillows so she could lean back comfortably. He moved away, but for a moment, to remove his sweatpants and drop them to the carpeted floor. Then, crawling his way back onto the bed, he lovingly spread her soft thighs as far apart as they could go, and slotted himself between them.

Now, he paused, taking in the glorious sight of her.

Her thighs were warm in his hands, smooth to the touch, her hair was mussed against the pillow, her eyes half-closed, her chest heaving with her breaths. Sole was the very pinnacle of attraction, of vivacious, robust health that had him gawking at the marvel of her body. She was bursting with life and glowing like the rays of the setting sun. She was a natural wonder. David felt she could do anything, if she could do this. If she could love him, hold his entire future inside her, if, through everything she’s been through, and everything that she would go through still, she could be her tenacious, gentle, passionate, self, if she could be that and more, his Sole was surely divine.

To see her spread this way, just for him, he felt privileged, like he didn’t deserve to even lay his eyes upon her, but gracefully, Sole allowed it.

He would never squander that, David promised himself. Not when the baby came and he lacked sleep and sanity, not when she was weary and cross with him, not even when they were old and wrinkled and the world had changed beyond the point of recognition, he would always treasure the fact that he was the one lucky enough to be able to love her like she deserved.

“What?” He heard her voice through the haze of his own thoughts.

David blinked at her.

“What are you looking at?” She wasn’t teasing him, no, Sole sounded almost worried.

How long was I staring?

“Is something wrong?”

“No!” He said, quickly as his clumsy lips could manage. He still felt like he was in a dream, somehow. “No, sweetheart, just… can’t get enough of you.”

He scooted himself forward, releasing her thighs to let them fall on either side of him as his hips met her, and he let his stiff member rest overtop her pubic mound. One hand went to his erection, pressing it so the underside of his shaft would put pressure onto her clit as he began to rub it forward and back over her.

“Didn’t mean to make you nervous, love.” He said apologetically as he moved, “Sometimes, I just can’t believe this is all real. That we’re doing this, starting a family, that… that some schmuck like me gets the privilege of being with you every night.”

Sole’s breath caught, and he saw her eyes glisten in the dim lamplight.

“You’re not just some schmuck to me, David.” He could see the way she wanted to reach for him, to comfort him, but her gravid belly wouldn’t allow for that kind of movement.

He reached for her instead, leaning forward so his free hand could grasp with one of hers. She squeezed it tight.

“I love you, I want you, want this for us.” She was growing more and more breathless as he rubbed over her, and David felt her slickness beginning to collect on the underside of his cock. "No matter what you think, honey, you’re– ahh, you’re worthy of it. All of it.”

A groan left his throat at that, at the way his chest utterly ached at her words, as he felt emotion collecting in his eyes just the same. On the next rub of his length over her, he felt the tip of him catch at her entrance and, almost unwittingly, he pressed inside.

Sole gasped, and her eyebrows creased together at the sudden feel of him, but she opened up easily. Her wetness eased the way for him, letting his length slide all the way in on the first stroke, until his hips met the back of her thighs. David couldn’t help the lewd moan that left him. He felt heat rise all the way to his ears, felt a primal satisfaction warm his chest, tighten the muscles in his stomach, automatically causing him to begin little pulses of his hips against her.

Sole's walls sucked him in in response, her sweltering heat clenching until he felt like she was choking him. It was difficult, then, to begin his first few thrusts, as she tightly held onto him like a vise.

“Feel so good, darling, s-so warm.” His voice came out somewhere between a breath and a growl from his efforts, “So perfect.”

He took care, as she loosened enough for his pace to increase, as his words and actions made her gush more wetness onto him. David had to catch himself, had to make sure he was being mindful of her state. He watched her expression for any sign of discomfort, but all he could discern was bliss.

Sole’s fingers gripped at the bedsheets as she felt him spread her apart, rubbing against all those sensitive spots inside. She gasped and moaned with his attention, with his effort, with the heightened pleasure that her hormones only exacerbated. One free hand moved down to where they were connected, David’s fingers gathering a bit of her slick before he began to rub over that sensitive little point nestled in her folds.

Sole’s hips began to buck up towards him at the new pressure, and he tried to angle his hips along with her. He pushed forward just as she reared up off the mattress, rubbing the head of his cock as deep inside as he could manage, until he felt another telltale squeeze of her walls around him.

“D-David…” She moaned his name, and he thrust harder than he meant to.

“Hngh, yes, darling?” His voice was labored as he continued, feeling himself grow harder, more desperate, with every press into her searing warmth. “What is it?”

“I’m close, honey.” He saw the way her rounded stomach tried to clench with the pleasure flowing through her, how sweat had begun to shine over her glowing skin.

“Yes.” He nodded, breathless. “I feel it.”

David leaned back somewhat, his hands going to her hips to haul her closer, as close as he could manage, and he lifted her just a smidge to get the proper angle before he pounded against that soft, spongy spot at the very back of her.

Sole cried out, and he felt his cock pulse inside her tellingly.

“M-me too, dear.” David nearly choked, “‘M close.”

Sole couldn’t respond though, not with words, as she arched her back, as her hips stuttered and she came with a broken moan. He felt her wetness gush onto him, felt her body tremble in his grasp, and the pressure of her, that desperate, wanting squeeze around his member was more than enough to set him over the edge, and he released with a cry of his own.

David’s hips bucked shallowly as his cock pulsed out ropes of his seed into her still-clenching walls. His grasp on her was tight, the way his hands held her to him and kept himself steady, kept him from collapsing overtop her as his energy faded from a roiling flame into a pleasantly sizzling bed of coals.

Sole’s eyes were closed as he felt the last of his spend leave him, as he felt himself growing soft within her, and reluctantly, David eased himself out.

The air was suddenly cooler than he remembered, against his clammy skin, the wetness coating his hips. He shivered as he stepped off the bed and grabbed a towel from their bathroom. It happened in a daze, as he moved to clean them both, as he gathered the blankets together and wrapped them about their tired, spent bodies, and blissfully, he held Sole in his embrace as she drifted off.

He didn’t sleep right away. In fact, David found he couldn’t, even with his fatigue, he felt… a sort of unrest that made fear prickle beneath his skin. It was back, that whisper at the back of his head, that woeful sound that had his eyes wide and his heart racing.

Something was… was wrong, even though everything felt right with the world. With Sole asleep in his arms, with the cool night, the warm blankets, the crickets’ song outside, the radio droning from the other room.

Suddenly, David felt very far away from it all. Like he was in another’s skin, like this world wasn't his own. He was afraid to sleep, in case he woke up somewhere wrong, afraid to even blink. But he could only hold out for so long.

Then he was blinking awake.

The ghoul sat up with a start, feeling the blanket gather around his heaving waist as he looked wildly around the shadowy room.

It was a hollow ruin of his dream.

The smell around him wasn’t fresh blossoms, but stagnant water and stale dust. No cricket song poured in, only silence and the groan of the wind through bare tree branches. It wasn’t pleasantly cool, but cold with the drafts whispering through the cracks and holes in the shabby walls of the Sanctuary home he found himself in.

It all came flooding back, and sadness permeated his skin, his heart.

Slowly, with a shaking hand, David pressed the pads of his fingers to his scarred and textured face. His breath caught momentarily, but a movement stopped him from despairing.

Sole…

She was the commonality. The one constant in this world, and the one of his wildest dreams.

“Honey?” Her voice asked tiredly. “You okay?”

“Fine, sweetheart.” He whispered, all the warmth of his dream contained in those words. “I’m just…”

David turned to her, and leaned down before he could even finish, kissing her lips, her cheeks, caressing her with his time-ruined hands with all the gratefulness of a man that thought he'd lost his love for good.

Sole giggled at his attention, trying to kiss him in return, but he was too feverish, too unpredictable with his overwhelming affection.

“I’m so happy to see you.” He kissed her again, until she groaned against his lips.

“Mm, David, sweetie, I’ve been here all night, all week.”

“I know, love, I know.” He moved over her completely, and Sole wrapped her legs around him, rubbed her smooth hands over his shoulders.

“So, what’s brought all this on, hm?”

“Missed you when I was asleep.” He breathed against her neck, “Love you so much, Sole, I want… I wish…”

His movements paused as he remembered.

In his mind’s eyes, he saw her before him, he felt the delicate raise of her stretch marks against his lips, he yielded to the soreness of her breasts, moved slowly and carefully around the swell of her belly.

“What?” She prodded gently, and David blinked.

His throat was tight, his mind fearful, apprehensive.

“I… I dreamed we, that you…”

He looked into her eyes as his confidence wavered, and she made him feel brave. The affection he saw there… even when he now looked like this. After 200 years of suffering, after her hardship and grief, they’d both lived. Survived through it all and made it here, to this.

“I dreamed that we were having a baby.”

Sole stared with wide, vibrant eyes, first looking at him, and then at something far past him, deep in thought.

“Is that…” She started, being careful with her words, “Is that something you want? Something that’s… possible?”

He shook his head mutely.

“I-I don’t know if it’s possible, but… But I dreamed about it, and when I did… Well, it’s hard to think of anything I want more.”

Her smile almost caused him to faint, the genuine joy he saw there made his arms shake.

“Y-you think you would want to, well, that you might…?”

Sole was nodding even before he trailed off, and David’s grin mirrored hers.

A second chance. He thought, as he leaned down to kiss her, and she met him easily, pressing in until they were both breathless.

“I… I want to try, at least.” She panted out, “In all honesty, I’ve been thinking about it too. Just… didn’t know how to approach it.”

She leaned in and kissed him this time, her hands on either side of his face as their lips met in a cacophony of feeling.

“A family…” Sole breathed out with a contagious smile as her head fell back onto the pillow.

“A family.” He repeated, his voice firm, stubborn in the way it wanted this. The way he would dream and hope and speak it into his reality.

So help him, that dream would come true. One day.

One day soon.

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so for those who missed it, geoff talked a bit more about achievement hunter coming to an end on a f**kface break show on september 18th. some of it was stuff we've already learned from the announcement video/thread from AH themselves, but some additional information was mentioned exclusively on the f**kface stream. with rooster teeth being so great (sarcasm) at relaying info to their audience, i had to rely on a fan recording of the stream from twitter to get more context sooner, since the official recording won't be available until the 22nd at the earliest.

i'll put a full transcript of all the clips of the twitter thread under the cut, but if you want a tl;dr:

geoff's known about AH coming to an end for about 6 months (since march 2023), and that the decision to end it wasn't made lightly

he compares AH ending to when he went to quit red vs blue 15 years ago to co-create AH, somewhere between seasons 5-7, and how he continued to work on rvb until he couldn't anymore

also talks about how everyone at the company at the time (like burnie, gus, matt, and jason) were really supportive towards him, and how that led to AH lasting 15 years

he hopes that michael, trevor, alfredo, and joe get the same support he got from the audience when he made AH, and then eventually f**kface. also reassures the audience that all the content on the AH channel will stay as it is

heavily emphasizes that this decision wasn't made by the higher ups at rt or warner brothers, and wanted to nip that in the bud before the rumor went too far. notes that AH didn't fail, it just ended

talks about how there will be a couple more weeks of new achievement hunter content before they close up shop. some of the content includes the members paying an homage to past series and people at AH. it will eventually culminate into a final video that geoff's in where he gets "fucking verbose" about his feelings in relation to everything

gives a shoutout to matt, jeremy, and ray in regards to their streams on twitch, and finally ends his speech by saying that the audience should respect that the past + current AH members are continuing to do the things they love doing while being entertaining, just in their own unique ways

the full transcript:

Geoff: "The Achievement Hunter brand is coming to a close. We have decided to sunset it and to end it. And I've seen a lot of- for a very good reason- and that announcement came in tandem with another announcement, a very exciting announcement about a new brand called Dogbark. And I've seen a lot of excitement, a lot of appreciation from people, a lot of people supporting Michael and those guys [referring to Trevor, Joe, and Alfredo] going off into doing their own thing.

I've seen a lot of fear and uncertainty. I totally get and understand that; you guys are hearing this for the first time. Um, I've known about this for about six months. You know, this has been in some form of discussion or preparation for a while now. This wasn't a decision that was made lightly, uhh... but I think it's the right decision, and I hope that you'll understand and support that, and here's why:

15 years ago, I went to Burnie and Matt and Gus, and I said 'Hey, I'm losing my mind making Red vs Blue.' It was season 5 or 6, and I- I think it was 6 or 7, actually- and I was just so creatively drained and stifled. And I had such a wonderful time making Red vs Blue, but I had made it until I couldn't make it anymore. And I had this idea, and I was very passionate about this idea of this thing I wanted to try. And Burnie and Gus and Matt were so kind and supportive to give me the creative runway to launch and test Achievement Hunter out at a time when everybody- friends- everybody was telling me 'What are you doing, quitting making Red vs Blue? It's a huge hit! You're like, the #2 guy on it. You're a big part of this! Why would you leave that to do this unproven, untested thing?' And I had to! I had to follow my dream, I had to follow my passion. And like I said, Burnie and Matt and Gus and everybody else, Jason, everybody involved in Rooster Teeth at the time, were so fucking supportive and so wonderful to me in that period that 15 years later, we've had 15 years of Achievement Hunter.

We wouldn't be here on this set right now in front of all this Zimmer stuff, in front of fucking dumb pictures of Gavin and Garbage Pail Kids and Barbie and- fucking new Dallas poster, by the way. Uh, all of this has existed because they allowed me to take a chance and supported me taking that chance. And uh- I would be some kind of fucking hypocrite if I didn't provide the same level of support and genuine enthusiasm to Michael and Alfredo and Joe and Trevor as they embark on the same journey I went on 15 years ago! And this is a very- I don't want to speak for them. They didn't make this decision lightly, I guarantee you, and they will explain it in their own voice over the next few weeks as we say goodbye to Achievement Hunter and say hello to Dogbark. [actual dog barks in the background] We worked on that ahead of time.

Uhh... and so I would only ask that you give them the same level of support that the audience gave me when I tried out Achievement Hunter, this untested, unproven thing, and the same level of support you all gave us when we decided that we're going to make F**kface, an audio-only podcast recorded remotely, which is something that I never in a million years wanted to do or thought was a good idea until we did it, and found out it was simply too good, found out that it worked and it ended up becoming, I think, hopefully the best thing I've participated in. I really ju- I really just want to drive that point home. Joe and Trevor and Michael and Alfredo have spent years and years and years making content that they believe in to support and entertain you. And that's all they want to do with this new production.

Everything comes to an end. It's okay for things to end. I know it's scary and it's sad, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen, and that doesn't mean it's going away. We have 15 years of Achievement Hunter content online that you can still watch and enjoy. Hundreds of thousands of hours of content, hundreds upon hundreds of episodes of Minecraft and GTA that are still there for you to go and watch. I mean, hell, I think Emily and I are a great example of that. We've been watching a show that came out in 1978 called Dallas. It ran from 1978 to 1992, and that was 40 fucking years ago. And yet here we are enjoying it, just as if it came out yesterday. Justice for Sue Ellen, I think we can all agree, justice for Sue Ellen. So I would just say that I hope that you'll be excited about this new journey in their careers and this new opportunity for Rooster Teeth. It's sad to say goodbye to a thing, but it's not disappearing. It's still there. You can still go watch all those videos. You can still go enjoy- enjoy all that content, but you can also support them in what they're doing.

And one other little inaccuracy, or not even inaccuracy, but one thing I want to touch on- and then I'll get to breaking cards and being an idiot- is a thing that kind of bugs me, is that- I'm sure you've heard this phrase or some variation of this phrase before where it's uh, said that a lie can travel halfway across the world, while the truth is still putting its pants on, and-"

Emily: "That's kinda deep! I've never heard that before." Geoff: "You've never heard that before?" Emily: "No!"

Geoff: "Yeah, and I've seen a lot of supposition and people saying things that just aren't true. And I want to stop that right now before they travel halfway across the world. Because there is no truth to the idea that like- anytime we make a change that's controversial or a bit scary or different or new or unexpected, there's this idea that there's uh, some dude in a suit from Warner Brothers or Rooster Teeth standing just off-camera, sternly going, 'Make this decision. Follow this algorithm. We're chasing a demographic.' None of that is true. Rooster Teeth would be very happy if they continued making Achievement Hunter forever, but they weren't happy making Achievement Hunter, and they wanted to try a new thing.

They wanted to do what I did 15 years ago! They wanted to do what Ray did when he left Achievement Hunter, right? They wanted to bet on themselves and make their production. I love the work they put into- to mine, and I did my best to make it ours. But at the end of the day, I left Achievement Hunter five years ago! Uh, it would be really foolhardy and stupid and- and dickhead-ish of me to have a problem with them doing the same thing, uh, but it's also them. This is a decision that they made, that they wanted to make. It didn't come from anybody at Rooster Teeth or Warner Brothers. There was no, I don't know, this marketing department you always hear about that's telling them to make these decisions and- 'Chase the Gen Z crowd and come up- This is the name we've workshopped.' None of that's true! They came up with the name. They came up with the logo, they came up with the design, the color palette, the trailer, the content that's going to be released in a couple of weeks, that's all them! That's what they wanna do.

That is them following the same passion that I followed 15 years ago and the same passion that I followed when I created Let's Play, and the same passion that I that I followed when I created F**kface. And hopefully the same passion, the same passion that I created this with, and hopefully the same passion that I'll create the next and the next and the next thing with, and hopefully the same passion that they get to do, uh, as they continue their career. So all I'm asking for is give the new thing a chance, support it. It's a brave thing to do to walk out of the safety of Achievement Hunter into a new thing.

And also, uh, I've seen a lot of doomers that are saying like 'Ah, I called it ten years ago! I knew it was gonna fail!' It didn't fail. It ended. It was 15 fucking awesome years. And I'm going to stop talking now because I'm just going to get rambly. But I will say: There's a couple of weeks left of Achievement Hunter content coming out where they pay homage, if you will, to a lot of the videos and the shows from the past,, and the people from the past, and they have a lot of sweet things that they're going to do. And it'll culminate at the end with one last video that I am in where I get fucking verbose about my feelings about all of it. So if you want to hear more about my feelings of the 15 years of Achievement Hunter, I ask that you tune in to that last Achievement Hunter video. But I also ask that you tune into every video between now and then, because they're going to be saying goodbye to Achievement Hunter with a lot of love and respect and humor. And uh, I think that's what it deserves. And I hope that we all get to share in that together, and then, and then subscribe to Dogbark and give it a shot. [dog barks again] Thank you.

And uh, remember that all of these people that you've loved that have come and gone are still making content right now. Jack and BK, I think Jack's on vacation, but Jack and BK are over there in Inside Gaming, making content, playing video games 3, 4 hours a day, 3 or 4 days a week, playing Minecraft, playing all those old games that you loved to see us play. And Michael is making Face Jam every week. And Michael and Trevor and Alfredo and Joe are going to be making Dogbark every fucking day. And Gavin and I, we're making F**kface every day. And I'm making ANMA and I'm making So... Alright, and Ky has helped producing it all uh, behind the scenes.

Matt and Jeremy and Ray, they're streaming every fucking day of their lives, I believe. I think Jeremy's on, like, 18 days in a row right now, or something? [referring to Jeremy's uncapped subathon]. So all the people that you loved to support and who uh, entertained you throughout the years, they're still doing the thing that they love. They're just doing it in the way that they wanna do it, in the way that makes sense to them. And I just hope that you will be... respectful of that, and give them an opportunity to entertain you uh, in much the same way they entertained you last year and the year before and 5 years ago and 10 years ago. They just want to get up every day and make the best content they can make, and they're not- they're not making these decisions for any other reason than this is where their creative interests are leading them. And much like you gave me a chance 15 years ago, let's all give them a chance today. [dog barks again] That's it. I'm done. Let's open up some fucking cards."

#geoff ramsey #achievement hunter #dogbark #rooster teeth #f**kface podcast #that should be all the important tags i think #may have missed a few words here and there but hopefully not anything that removes context :)#holy shit i forgot how much geoff can ramble on and on #i lost track on how many times he says 'and'#like. i had to use a thing that makes automatic subtitles from a video before i started editing them manually #because this guy talks like his life depends on it #that's the sole reason the readmore exists. like i wrote a goddamn essay lol #anyways yeah. make of all of this as you will. i'm just the messenger :P

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