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theapocalypseisonlythebeginning · 17 days

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Of Daughters and Bonding - The Ghoul & Lucy MacLean

Fandom: Fallout TV Show

Characters: Lucy MacLean, The Ghoul (Cooper Howard)

Relationships: Platonic, friendship, father daughter

Summary: “What’s that grin fer?”

“I knew there was good in you. I mean… I really really really doubted it, but no one is completely bad.” She stood up, collecting her belongings with a spring to her steps. “Thanks.”

Now travelling companions, the Ghoul and Lucy bond as she reminds him of his daughter...

Warning: Under the cut there are major spoilers for the Fallout tv show. Please use caution when reading 🖤 this is set after s.1!

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His daughter would think him a monster.

He distorted his own mirrored image by thrusting his cupped hands into the small puddle of water. Slurping loudly, he pretended not to be listening to Lucy’s rambling. He was though. But his mind was also very distracted by other fears…

Other fears than the Brotherhood having Cold Fusion: unending Power both through electricity and control over electricity. People in the Wasteland wanted – no, needed power. With power comes food, water, shelter... And with people wanting it, the Brotherhood can take control of people. As if they didn’t already. Anywhere they went, they seized everything in the name of their so called brotherhood.

Lucy thought this was a pretty good thing but-

"Ain't nothin' good gonna come off of the Brotherhood in charge." The Ghoul stood up with a groan, wiping his mouth dry with his sleeve.

"Maximus is a good guy."

He began walking with a roll of his eyes, the girl following him quickly. "A couple good guys don't stop all the bad."

Lucy had wanted to keep arguing, to keep defending those knights that seemed to be nice and helpful to the people from what she had seen so far... but that was just it, wasn't it? She'd only really met Maximus, and briefly that Thaddeus guy. She didn't actually know what the Brotherhood was. Her silence gave that much away. He smirked a bit, but didn’t turn his head to check on her. That might make her keep talking.

But that wasn't what had silenced her. It was the Ghoul's tone. Lucy had travelled with the man for quite some time before their current deal of companionship, and now it had been a couple of days. As mysterious as he tried to be, he really wasn’t. It was easy to read him. When he meant something deeper, it was obvious in his voice. There was an intelligence behind all that gun wielding aggression. He knew things. And it was obvious to Lucy.

…

"Were you speaking from experience?"

Cooper offered her one confused look, then went back to his own things.

“Earlier when you said those things about the Brotherhood and ‘one good thing’… Were you speaking from experience?”

The Ghoul looked up at her from where he was setting up camp. Setting up camp really only meant tossing his bag down and telling CX404 to go hunt for her own food. But he'd gotten comfortable resting against a boulder, seconds away from tilting his hat to pretend to go to sleep...

The Ghoul never slept. Lucy wondered if that was a Ghoul thing...

"Mind yer own damn business, little lady. Or you'll get into trouble I can't save ya from."

Lucy lifted her chin at those words. "Well, I'd argue I've proven I can handle myself, thank you!"

"When?"

Lucy stayed quiet for a bit. "I've survived up here for a week."

The Ghoul laughed at that, muttering out a ‘surviving?’ to himself.

Much to Lucy’s relief, though, he rested back and tilted his head to "go to sleep". Miffed, Lucy laid down on her spot in the dirt, her bag for a pillow. They’d only been travelling for a little over three days. The trauma of finding out about her father’s deeds, and her mother… well, it was present. But she was keeping it suppressed. It wasn’t a healthy approach to it, but what else was she supposed to do? Have a breakdown in the middle of the Wasteland? Prove to this Ghoul that she couldn’t handle the surface world? Find a therapist?

Were there therapists up here…?

Ugh… She hated the surface.

....

Lucy awoke with a start in the middle of the night to a loud BANG.

Scrambling up to a sitting position, she grabbed her syringe pistol and aimed it at the sound. The darkness of the night made it all even more disorienting, not to mention CX404 was barking like crazy next to her.

Slowly, though, she came to her senses. An explosion somewhere far away. A large cloud burning orange filled the sky, illuminating Lucy, the dog and the Ghoul with an eerie light.

"Ain't nowhere near us," the Ghoul said out loud. If Lucy didn't know better, it sounded almost like he was trying to calm her down.

Slowly, she lowered her pistol. The orange cloud was illuminating their surroundings just enough for her to be able to tell that the Ghoul hadn't moved from his boulder. But he was looking up at the sky too, just like her. It was, briefly, like a sunset. But it wasn’t quite as soothing as one.

Her pip boy began to peak, alerting her to radiation.

Great.

Slowly, she lifted her thumb up to the cloud-

"What're ya doin'?"

Lucy didn't notice the Ghoul snapping his gaze over to her like he'd just seen a Feral sneak up on them. He stared whilst the light slowly dimmed around them again…

"Just something my dad taught me. I think we're good." With that, she smiled at him before the darkness completely encompassed them again, then laid back down. She was expecting the Ghoul to ask more questions about her action, but instead:

"'S what I said," the Ghoul muttered under his breath... but he was still staring at where he'd last seen her.

Damn... that brought back memories...

...

"Daddy? Is it mine or your thumb?"

With a start, Coop awoke from the nightmare. Didn't matter how many centuries had passed. That always returned to him in his deepest, darkest nightmares. The boom. The power of the aftershock. The strange smell in the air. The sight of the entire city crumbling…

And his poor daughter, clinging to him: her lifeline. The one person she thought would keep her safe no matter what. The one person who should keep her safe from anything and everything…

He stopped his memories before they could get worse. Because worse they got. He instead tried to bring himself back to present times: pain, fear of turning Feral, MacLean…

Lucy.

He watched her sleep, innocently with her mouth slightly ajar. His daughter used to look like that sleeping too, hell… she even had her mouth slightly ajar. Especially when she fell asleep in the backseat of his car, all snug and strapped in safely…

Would his daughter have become like Lucy? Would she have tried to beat this ugly world with kindness? Like she used to do as a child?

Or... had his daughter become that? Had he missed her entire life? Because…

No- Don’t bring back those memories…

What sort of a father could he be now anyway? He was a Ghoul. Slightly more smooth skinned than others, thanks to all those years of cutting at him… but still a Ghoul. A monster.*

Shit…

“Are you okay?”

The Ghoul snapped out of it.

Dammit.

He’d not managed to shake the memories after all. Lucy had awoken to find him staring at her, wordlessly.

“Why wouldn’t I be, sunshine?”

Lucy watched him with that sympathy no one in the Wasteland had. Especially not for a Ghoul.

He scowled at it, almost scoffing, as he stood up and grabbed his bag. CX404 sniffed at his hand. He offered her a pat on the head.

“We should get a move on.”

“You said…” Lucy didn’t move to get packed. Instead, she continued to watch him with that goddamned sympathetic look in her eyes.

There were no therapists in the Wasteland.

“You said you had a family? That my dad might know where they are?”

Coop bit down hard as he eyed Lucy with harsh eyes. He desperately tried to warn her off from trying to talk about this. Not because he’d lash out though. But because he’d not be able to keep his emotions at bay.

“Maybe.”

“Do you have kids?”

Coop stared at her. Was she telepathic? No. that’s not something they did to Vault dwellers, right? Or..? “What’s it to ya?”

“Maybe this is going to sound crazy but… Sometimes, I feel like you do this thing only a dad would do. Like… Calm me down when I’m not even aware I’m freaking out. Just with a couple of words that would… that would be enough to calm a child down that depended on you. Like last night.”

What had he done last night?

“I just mean…” Lucy sighed, something in Cooper’s silence making her uncomfortable. Good. Maybe she’d stop talking about this. “If you have kids, I’ll try and help you find them. That’s the deal, right? We’re working together because our targets are in the same location. But I can help more if you need it.”

That… was the opposite of what Coop thought she’d ever say to him. “I’m sorry, ain’t I the one that sold ya fer drugs?”

“Yeah,” Lucy agreed with a nod, “but I’m sorta starting to get that this is what you have to do to survive in this world.”

“So yer gonna trust me now? Then ya ain’t learned nothin’.”

Lucy shrugged. “And…” She glanced down at her hands. She had this awful habit of picking at her nails. For someone who had smooth skin, she was awfully intent on making sure it wasn’t smooth.

He’d never noticed her finger was back. Though it wasn’t hers. Necrotic. Rotting.

Curious.

“My dad did horrible things just to get to my brother and I so… I get it. I guess. I don’t condone it. But I get it.”

Coop didn’t like that. He couldn’t exactly point out why, not consciously, but he knew he got a strange taste in his mouth from those words, even if she hadn’t meant anything bad by them. “Now, listen to me, little lady.” He pointed a gloved finger down at her, stern, serious: “There do be a whole lotta shit I’d do fer my little girl. But it don’t involve blowing up an entire civilisation jus’ ‘cause I ain’t getting my way, or whatever the hell his problem was. I was divorced. It’s ‘bout talkin’. Not…” Well, could he really say his divorce had been like others’? Not really. So he couldn’t really preach on that end. “I wouldn’t kill innocents. I’d kill a whole lotta bad people, though. Your dad is just trash, got it? Don’t be deserving yer kindess no more.”

Lucy stared at Cooper after those words.

“What’s that grin fer?”

“I knew there was good in you. I mean… I really really really doubted it, but no one is completely bad.” She stood up, collecting her belongings with a spring to her steps. “Thanks.”

Cooper stared at her with narrowed eyes. “Did ya hear anythin’ I jus’ said?”

“Yeah, I did.” Lucy beamed up at him. It almost annoyed him. Almost. “My dad’s an asshole. It’s not normal. I kinda… needed to hear that, in all honesty. It makes going after him a little easier. And you are nicer than you let on.”

“I ain’t nice.”

“Yes you are,” Lucy said with a wide smile. “So come on, big guy. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover today.”

She began walking, but Cooper was quick to reach out and stop her. He wasn’t done with this conversation. “I’m sorry I sold ya.”

Lucy offered him a gentle look. “I know.”

With that, Lucy started walking. Cooper waved for CX404 to follow along, and walked after Lucy. It was silent, which was when Cooper’s mind always began to do that damn thinking of his. Lucy was gentle, truly. And if such a gentle soul, someone like his own daughter’s, could accept Cooper for what he’d become…

Maybe his daughter wouldn’t think him a monster after all.

#just trying to practice writing these two characters!#father daughter relationship #fallout tv #fallout show #fallout spoilers #lucy maclean #the ghoul #cooper howard #fallout fic #fallout tv show fic #fallout tv show fanfiction #fallout tv show spoilers #fallout amazon #platonic #my fallout writing

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one-of-thewalkingdead · 14 days

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People always say ao3 is a good place to go for fanfics, but like trying to find any stories that are ghoul x reader or oc is insane right now, there are only a few that are just one shots and the rest is the ghoul x lucy, like come on where the hell are the x reader fics at ao3

#fanfiction #fanfics #amazon #fallout #fallout tv show #fallout tv series #fallout show #fallout season 1 #fallout series #lucy maclean #cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul #the ghoul x reader

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im-a-simp-for-hight-differences · 10 days

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There needs to be more Norm fanfiction out there. Justice for my wet cat Norm!

Edit: Thaddeus also deserves some love. Also why is there no cute road trip fic’s with these two!

Edit 2: Highly recommended reading“I Wonder Why” by @number1yisuchongfan! It’s quickly become my favourite fanfiction!

#fallout #fallout tv show #fallout tv series #fanfiction #fallout norm #norm maclean #thaddeus fallout #fallout on prime #fallout fanfic #fallout fanfiction #fallout show #fallout thaddeus #thaddeus

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athanza · 13 days

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Starlett - Part 2

Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, some Cooper dad fluff because why not ♡

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse and (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence

This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡

Part 1 | Part 3 | Final part

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The harsh sun was setting now which meant he needed to find somewhere to settle in for the night. The rickety second floor of one of these buildings would be the best option so he'd have a good vantage point if something were to happen.

As he searched for the right building he began to hear muffled screaming coming from further in the crumbled town. At first, he couldn't give a rat's ass, but he needed to know if it was a big enough threat for him to keep moving.

It didn't take long for gunshots to begin ringing out through the ruins, but they were only from 3 separate guns...then 2...then 1.

As he reached the area where the shots were coming from, the sounds of a pissed off Yao Guai became apparent, and there was one singular person left to fight it off but she looked like she was badly injured.

"You son of a bitch!!" She yelled when her gun jammed and the wounded beast readied itself for another charge.

As it lunged at her one more time a shotgun shell slammed into the side of it's head and it went down, a pink mist left in the air for a moment as the rest of it's brains splattered to the ground.

The woman turned to where the shot came from to see Cooper walking casually towards her, unable to see his face very well in the dark. She pointed her now un-jammed rifle at him just in case.

"Those things'll kill ya." He quipped.

"Yeah, no shit." She replied, wincing at the pain from a gash on her side.

He cocked his head a little. Her voice sounded familiar.

"Why don't you put down that gun so I can cut myself some bear hide and be on my way?"

She scoffed. "So you can shoot me in the face and steal all my shit? No thanks cowboy."

That was it, the confirmation he didn't think he'd get.

"Irene?" He said.

The woman paused briefly, then aimed her gun properly. "How do you know my name?"

He stepped a little closer so that the light from the lantern on the ground could illuminate his face.

It took her a moment but she recognised his eyes and immediately lowered her weapon.

"Cooper?"

2077

A scream woke Cooper up in the middle of the night and he instinctively got up and ran to his daughter's room.

"Daddy!" Janey cried when she saw him.

He came over and hugged her tightly. "Hey, hey, it's ok, it was just a dream, you're ok."

She cried into him for a moment before spluttering "Why don't you and mommy love each other anymore?"

That caught him off guard. He had no idea what to say and it hurt so much hearing her say that.

"It's not that we don't love each other honey, it's just..." He tried desperately to search for the right words. "Well...your mom and I just disagree on somethin' really important and we tried to figure it out but it was too hard."

"What did you disagree on?"

"Well...that's grown up stuff baby girl."

She sulked quietly, putting her head back on his chest.

"We still love you very very much, that hasn't changed at all."

"Is it my fault?" She asked and his heart broke.

"No baby girl, no, not at all. None of this is your fault."

"I know I haven't been doing my homework, and I don't always feed Roosevelt when I'm told and-"

He cut her off, kneeling beside the bed so he could look her in the eyes. "Janey," he held her hands. "None of this is your fault. Your mother and I loved you since the day we found out we were gonna have you. And when you were born, we looked at you and we just cried and cried.

I have never been prouder or happier than I was in that moment. And you know what? That hasn't changed a bit, not even a little."

Janey smiled, her face still wet with leftover tears.

"Really?" She sniffed.

"Yes." Cooper chuckled, scooping her up and hugging her again and she giggled. "Now, how about a hot chocolate, with double marshmallows?"

She smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

She hugged him as he carried her downstairs. "I love you daddy." She said.

His chest burst with warmth and happiness and he smiled. "I love you too sweetheart."

The next morning, Janey was watching cartoons on the TV while eating her breakfast and Cooper sipped greatfully at his cup of hot coffee, having not gotten much sleep.

He smiled as he heard his daughter giggle at the TV, her mouth full of cereal, and sat down at the dining table with his newspaper.

But just as he sat down the loud ringing from the telephone rang out through the kitchen and he sighed heavily.

"I'll get it!" Janey yelled and ran over, hoping it was her mother. Her face dropped when it wasn't her mother's voice she heard on the other end of the line. "Yeah he's here, I'll put him on."

Cooper looked up at her tone and she held the receiver out to him. "It's for you dad."

He walked over and took it, kissing her on the head before she went back to her cartoons.

"Hello?" He said.

"Mr. Howard, it's Irene. I'm sorry to call you at home but I need your help."

Her voice told him it was serious. "What's wrong?"

"You were right. About Frank. I know we barely know each other but I need somewhere to stay for the night before I go to my mother's up in Sacramento. Lee...Lee doesn't know."

"I uh..."

"...no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you." She said.

"No, no, it's ok. I'll make up the guest room for you."

He could hear a faint sigh of relief in her answer. "Thank you, so much, I owe you one."

He gave her his address and they hung up.

"Who was that dad?" Asked Janey.

"A friend from work. She needs a place to stay tonight so she's gonna stay in the guest bedroom. You'd like her."

She kind of shrugged in an uninterested way and took another bite of her cereal, her attention back on the TV.

He hoped no one sees Irene at his house, that's the last thing he needs in the papers, especially now.

Part 1 | Part 3

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pedropascalforpresident · 6 days

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I'm not one to gatekeep so...

here's 2 new chapters of Road To Mojave 🥰

#the plot thickens #fallout #fallout tv series #fallout tv show #ghoulcy #vaultghoul #lucy maclean #cooper howard #fanfic #fanfiction #norm maclean #maximus #dane #bud askins #brain on a roomba

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priceseyes · 7 days

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I want to make an old hollywood au for lucy'charlie/cooper.....i want that. 🧍‍♀️

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stephsageek · 4 days

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Unhinged

#fallout prime #fallout tv show #fallout fanfic #fallout fanfiction #the ghoul #lucy maclean #lucy x cooper #lucy maclean x cooper howard #cooper howard #dogmeat #ghoulcy #vaultghoul

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psycho-betty · 2 days

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chapter two - the talk

[the ghoul x lucy maclean]

He started to cough, he didn’t know if it was because she had caught him off-guard or if it was solely his usual ghoulish habit. Either way, he took a hit of his inhaler before continuing, “How do you know about that movie?!” “My dad used to show me holo-tapes of Cooper Howard's films!” Oh god, she was a fan. “He said he got them from Vault 31, but he probably kept them wherever Vault-Tec stored his body for the last two hundred years. I enjoyed watching them! I had a bit of a crush on Cooper, especially in ‘A Man and His Dog’ he was really cute when he was younger-”

Chapter two is now up on ao3!

Don't expect me to post this much ever. again.

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dellaliz19 · 16 hours

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I won’t write the sex one, I said.

Behold, the sex one.

#vaultghoul #cooper howard #lucy maclean #fanfiction #ao3 #fallout #fallout tv series #fallout tv show

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gxldencity · 20 days

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See it Does annoy me that the convo with gamers around obsidian is always in relation to new vegas. :) like they act like they care about obsidian but the only obsidian game they ever yell about is fallout new vegas and sure they yell about the outer worlds but only in its relation to fnv (that it's mid compare to fnv) and it is personally Annoying to me as an obsidian fan bc they're out here constantly putting obsidian on the pedestal above betheada but then they don't look at pentiment or pillars of eternity or tyranny or literally any other obsidian game. :)) like idc for new vegas 2 in fact I hope they don't ever do it and just do whatever they want. Like...that Is how pentiment happen and I'm sorry but I'm not trading that for a sequel to a 14 year old game that was basically complete anyway and also janky on release :)

#elaine talks #in other news amazon's fallout tv show has brought on the most annoying thing about fallout #that todd howard has a personal vendetta against obsidian #and ppl writing what is essentially fanfiction about the development of new vegas #all of these have been disproven by the ppl who worked on it btw lmao #and the sacred cow status that fnv has over other...obsidian games #ur all here yelling that bethesda personally bankrupted obsidian that they had to result to kickstarter to fund poe and tyranny #BUT did you EVEN PLAY poe and tyranny??????

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lfitch86 · 8 days

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I need a ghoul/lucy or ghoul/reader fanfic with The Ghoul as an alpha. Think that would be perfect for them

#fallout fanfic #fallout tv show #fallout fanfiction #fallout the ghoul #fallout #fallout lucy #alpha ghoul #omegaverse #cooper howard

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bluiex · 19 days

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it's literally erasing events before the game regardless of choices the player made like shit that happens BEFORE new vegas

That still doesn't matter. The TV show shouldn't be taken as "Canon" at all.

My point still stands. When you separate TV adeptations from game franchises, you'll be happier. It was a damn good show regardless of what choices they made to make a show with to fit their narrative and story.

#bluie gets an ask poggers #fallout tv show #we shld get mad at all the fanfiction then #it's the same exact thing everyone is mad about #all the ff that doesn't take game events or shit lol

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lily-orchard · 4 months

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which fandom has it the worst when it comes into missing the point of the media they consume?

I can't really think of one, because I'm struggling to determine where "missing the point" ends and "ignoring the point" begins.

Actually shit, I have a scratchpad here about that somewhere.

What is media literacy? It's your ability to comprehend a work. That's all it is. It's when a work presents a theme, and that theme actually registers with you. So an example of bad media literacy is when Star Trek fans complain about newer shows "injecting politics" into Star Trek when Star Trek was always so political it bordered on straight-up communist.

But I'd go as far as to say that even that isn't their fault, because before Deep Space Nine came out and ruined Star Trek with the plague of serialization, it was always really good at balancing those really insightful episodes with episodes where Kirk punches another green alien, or Riker's beard seduces a woman, or the Doctor learns how to daydream and fantasizes about being his own self-insert fanfiction character.

Star Trek is just as goofy as it is political. So it's possible in the reality that is broadcast TV for someone to just not see those episodes. This is also true when Deep Space Nine comes around and just has less of those episodes because it's focused on chasing the trend of serialized Science Fiction about the Space Navy.

Voyager had way more of those episodes, but Voyager was the undeserved black sheep of the franchise for a long time. So it's not even that they didn't get it, they have always applauded Star Trek doing things other than being "Fully Automatic Luxury Space Communism: The Series."

And for several entries in the franchise, it was doing that. So even the best example of bad media literacy is way more complicated than Twitter would have you believe.

Fallout is probably the second best example, as it has tons of right wing fans in spite of the fact that the franchise as a whole has always been deeply critical of American jingiositic nationalism.

And yeah that's a deep paradox right there…

Until you factor in that the most popular entries in the franchise are the ones that don't do that. When you remember that, you realize it's suddenly very easy to be a right wing, jingoistic Fallout fan. You just have to not play the games that told you to your face that you're an idiot.

Which is a whole... two of them.

To give a less politically charged example, Baldur's Gate 3 has an origin character called The Dark Urge, which is a Bhaalspawn whose story is about resisting the impulses of their tainted blood. This goes hand in hand with another character, Orin the Red, which is both a second and third generation Bhaalspawn, being the daughter and granddaughter of Sarevok (no you didn't hear that wrong).

A lot of people who play Dark Urge save it for an evil murderhobo run, but I've heard many people claim they love the idea of a good-aligned Dark Urge that resists Bhaal's taint in stark contrast to their sister.

What most people who have played this game are unaware of is that this idea is literally the entire plot of the previous games. Gorion's Ward and Imoen's conflicts with their brother Sarevok, and the rest of their siblings among the Five, and how they resist Bhaal's essence and strive to do good is the entire plot of the best series of RPGs ever made.

Yes Good-Aligned Dark Urge players, this story would be compelling. I would know, because I played it twenty years ago.

And if I were a weaker human being, I could call this Bad Media Literacy, but I know better. Most people who have played Baldur's Gate 3 flat out haven't played the older games. They might vaguely know the story, but the level to which the story is about Nature versus Nurture would fly over their heads. This is partly why I often say that Baldur's Gate 3 is a better game if you haven't played the originals, because it often steals storylines and plotlines directly from the original games wholesale and repackaged them with more preservatives and lube.

I haven't found an instance of poor media literacy that has not been able to be explained away by the simple reality of personal preference or the reality that no human being can consume every last piece of art on the planet.

Most people don't have time to see everything, and honestly it isn't a crime to be dumb. What I have seen is this technical sounding term be thrown around by fandoms angry about discourse they don't like, because the worse a work is the more adversarial and abusive the fanbase is.

In the eyes of fandom, the themes of a work are self-evident of it's quality. It's impossible to both understand a work's themes and still think it isn't good. So if someone thinks their favourite thing is bad, they must not have understood it. This is an offshoot of the way fandom treat's a trope's mere presence as quality itself regardless of execution.

Fandom is full of self-protective bullshit arguments like this.

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