#like like the heart eyes but expanded upon yknow

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SCOTT PILGRIM TAKES OFF WAS FUCKING NUTS AND I WANNA BE ANNOYING N TALK ABT IT BC I LOVE SCOTT PILGRIM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT OBVS XD

OKAY SO??? THE FACT THAT THEY LITERALLY SET UP THE FIRST EPISODE LIKE IT WAS GONNA BE JUST LIKE THE COMICS N THEN SCOTT "DIED"????? literally had me questioning fucking EVERYTHING i was watching that episode with the most quizzical look on my face?? also the fucking funeral scene was hysterical bc the way rammy n knives were abt to have a verbal face-off n envy's bitchass shows up n steals the whole show?? i have such a love-hate relationship with her.............

also lucas lee is fucking adorable and i love him :33 rammy becoming friends with roxie n making up with her after everything was something i really needed to see. cuz like for as much as i loved the movie n the comics, i feel like they could've done their relationship so much better. like seeing ramona take responsibility for hurting roxie made me so happy and im so glad they got a redemption arc.

ROXIE IS LITERALLY ME BTW??? her whole interaction with ramona n kim at the end kf the episodr was so silly N THE LEG LOCK HELLO????? also the way she walked off singing the HAMSTER DANXE SONG I LOCE HER

the toddlace thing was also so unexpected but holy shit?? i loved it. bi todd has been my fav headcanon for YEARSSSS and seeing jt happen right in front of my eyes?? WATCHING THAT EPISODE WAS SUCH A TRIP THO I CAN'T STOP QUOTING WALLACE'S "LINES? TRAILER?" BITS BC THEY'RE SO FUNNY

uhmmmmm what elseeeee OH YEAH young neil is a fucking goof n i love him, i really like that gideon (gordon ig 🙄) became like this not evil guy who just lived with julie n kicked it with lucas. the old scott stuff kinds fricked with me but i think it's cool that he became chill with the twins

LMFAOAO THAT SCENE AT THE END WHERE SCOTT'S TRTING TK FIGJRE OIT WHY HE CAN'T KISS RAMONA N HE TRIES TO FIGHT THE TWINS AND THEY'RE LIKE "our robot says we become bros in the future, so we have no intention of fighting you. see ya bro ;)" WAS SO SILLY

obligatory matt mention i love him he's so dumb i love that he took over gideon's entire empire only to turn around and change his mind :3 glad he got his broadway moment....... silly pirate headass

knives n stephen becoming the best brother/sister duo ever was so dope bc like. knives had someone to look up to n make music with n they had a lot of chemistry both personality wise n musically wise

my only critique is that i wanted more lisa ;^; i know she probably would've been out of place but it would've been cool if kim mentioned her to ramona and ramona interviewed her just like she did with her exes yknow :P she was one of my fav characters in the comics n she wasn't in the movie AT ALL so i was hoping she would've appeared in the anime, but alas 😞😞 i also kinda wanted to see where kim's love life went...... i know she's not the focus but she had undeniable chemistry with knives and that moment with roxie... i love that she's totally very queer and open to the idea of experimenting with girls n i wish that would've been expanded upon like how todd n wallace had their moment :33

other than that, i LOVED the anime. i love how we got baited into thinking it was just like the comics and i love what was done with it :3 it was such a goofy show and a lot of it was so jaw-droppingly surprising that i couldn't believe it, but it also had some really sweet, serious, n heart-warming moments which is something i really appreciate in a show :33 it's hard to keep watching something for so long but i binged the show in one day xD i'd give it a solid 9/10 (deducting points just for the sake of what i think was missing and how i don't recommend it for like "beginner" fans)

oki rant concluded!!!!!!! ^___^ there's so much more i wanna say but this is already sooooooo long as it is xD

#scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #spto #spvtw #spto spoilers #scott pilgrim #ramona flowers #kim pine #knives chau #stephen stills #young neil #wallace wells #matthew patel #lucas lee #todd ingram #roxie richter #kyle katayanagi #ken katayanagi #gideon graves

[unicyclehippo]

Your fics are glorious -- every one of them. For the fic prompt, perhaps #94 "What did you just say?" or #98 "I won't let anything bad happen to you." For Beau/Jes

‘Huh?’ Beau regrets, well, herself when she sees the way the loud word makes Jester grimace. ‘Uh. Sorry. What was that? I was working on my carpentry.’

She holds up this tiny figurine of wood.

‘A dolphin?’

Beau closes her hand around the figurine. ‘...Yes.’

‘So good.’

‘Thanks.’

‘It wasn’t meant to be a dolphin.’

‘No.’

Jester grins. ‘Sorry. It’s really - um - an attempt.’

Beau rolls her eyes. Shoves the figurine into one of her pockets, her knife into its sheath, and turns on the barrel she’s seated upon so that she’s facing Jester head on. ‘So?’

‘Hmm?’ Jester pulls at her necklace, twists the chain between her fingers.

‘You said something?’ Beau prompts. She looks hawkish, seated as she is. Shoulders hunched, piercing eyes fixed unmoving on Jester. ‘I’m listening now, I promise.’

It occurs to her that that might be the problem; that Jester doesn’t want to repeat herself to someone who is listening. But before she can offer an apology, a reassurance, Jester blurts out,

‘I won’t let anything bad happen to you.’ Her eyes flick above them, to the top deck of the Balleater. ‘I know—I know everyone is worried about it, and I know you don’t know a lot about him,’ she says, the Him holy on her tongue, and Beau can’t confuse that with anyone but the Traveller. ‘But I don’t think that this is a cult thing and really I was the one that suggested the volcano so I don’t think he’s going to ask us all to jump in and,’

‘I’d jump.’

‘What?’

‘If you asked.’ Beau’s eyes haven’t moved from her. Jester can’t find the smallest bit of hesitation in them, the smallest hint of teasing or mischief or a lie. ‘If you asked me to trust you. And him,’ she tacks on. ‘I’d jump into a volcano.’ Beau shrugs. ‘Could be fun.’

‘That kills people, Beau.’

‘Allegedly.’ She grins a crooked grin when Jester stomps her foot. Lets her heart flutter at the way Jester’s curls swing at the angry motion. She’s stopped denying this thing she feels, stopped forcing it in any direction, just letting it be. So far, that has only served to have it expand, and grow, and deepen and Beau would be lying if she said it didn’t frighten her but. She’s lied about less. ‘If he wants you to jump into the volcano alone, though, I’ll kill him first.’

‘Well that doesn’t make any sense, Beau, either you trust him or you don’t.’

‘Then I don’t. Not really.’ She laughs when Jester starts to tell her off and, ignoring her assertments on how cool and really very trustworthy the Traveller is, Beau slides off her barrel, closes the distance between them. She leans down so their eyes are level. Tries to smile but doesn’t quite manage it. Jester’s reprimand slows, then stops. She eyes Beau, confused. ‘I trust you, Jester. I follow who you follow, I go where you go. Remember?’

‘I—‘

‘I’ll jump into a volcano for you. Not him.’

Jester’s brows crinkle into a furrow as she tries to parse the words for their meaning; after a moment, her attention slipping from Beau’s eyes to her lips, she says, very quietly as though surprised,

‘Oh.’

‘Oh? What oh?’ Beau recoils. ‘What?’

Jester smiles. Like a lantern hood being raised to show off more and more of the fire within, her beaming smile grows and grows. ‘You know, I was trying to be very nice by saying I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.’

‘It was nice,’

‘And then you go and say something like that,’

‘I’m sorry?’

‘You should be,’ Jester nods. ‘It was very sweet, Beau, and now I have to think of something even nicer to say! But also, I mean,’ she pulls a face, ‘I hope we don’t have to do that because yikes, am I right? But that is good. to. know.’ She taps her forefinger on Beau’s nose with each of those words, laughs at the way the other girl crosses her eyes to follow the movement. Scrunches up her nose. Jester takes a moment to memorise her like this—a little flustered, a little amused, a little, Jester realises, in love. With her. With Jester. She’ll have to draw her for the Traveller. There’s no way he’ll kill them all if he sees the way Beau is looking at her right now.

‘Beau.’

‘Mhm yeah,’ the girl replies. She’s fully flushed now, both from what she borderline admitted and also from Jester’s fixed attention. Her eyes flick down to Jester’s lips before, with visible effort, lifting to meet her eyes.

It’s every classic sign in every love book. The blushing. The eyes. The speech. Though the speeches usually are more along the lines of You’re so beautiful and precious to me than I’ll jump in a volcano for you. That’s very Beau, though, very them.

Jester steps forward. Lifts her hands to the side of Beau’s face. Her thumbs graze across cheekbones so sharp they could be weapons—have been, Jester has seen Beau headbutt people so hard they’ve died—and watches her eyes flutter closed in response.

‘Beau?’

‘Mm.’

‘What’s the figurine supposed to be?’

Beau snorts. Fumbles in her pocket for the little crappily carved figure. ‘It’s Kiri. I mean - it was supposed to be Kiri. I miss that little ball of feathers, and I was just, yknow,’

She’s not looking at Jester and she’s talking so it’s entirely the wrong moment but Jester surges forward anyway on the rush of adoration, of affection, and kisses her. For being sweet, and brave, and noble, and incredibly awkward, and Beau, Beau, Beau. It’s awkward, lips colliding with teeth and Beau’s grunt of surprise, but then Beau is recovered and tilts her head just so and the hand not holding the really genuinely awful carving is cradling Jester’s cheek so tenderly, swirling over the apple of her cheek and sliding back behind her ear, into the hair there, her fingers barely grazing her skin as though she’s not sure this is real, as though she’s not sure she’s allowed.

Jester drops down off her tiptoes, breaking the kiss. ‘I will keep you safe,’ she says again, so Beau knows she means it. ‘I’ll keep you safe, if it comes to that. And I promise to heal you.’

It sounds like a vow, like the one Beau had made. She wonders if it sounds like one to Beau as well, and is pretty sure it does, seeing the way Beau’s eyes light up. Her smile is small. A little shy, almost. Private, like something she wants to treasure, wants to keep all to herself.

Beau clears her throat. ‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’

‘That’s cool.’

Jester kisses her again. Pulls back. Memorises that look as well.

#cr tag #beaujester #prompt fill #tagging my stories

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hello!! it's a bit overdone, but I'm a hopeless romantic so I was wondering if you could do fo4 companions react to the first time saying "I love you," in their relationship; whether it was sole who said it first or them! thank you in advance, hun!! 💖💖❣️

Bold of Youto Assume I’m not a hopeless romantic.

Cait

Emotions aren’t Caits strong suit. She liked hugging, lovedkisses and would kill for a night alone with sole, but as far as verballyexpressing her compassion for sole the poor girl is like a deer in headlights.She wants to be able to say what she feels towards them, but her own pride andthe simple fact this entire thing is completely new to her always makes herclam up. What if she made a fool of herself and made Sole think less of her?She couldn’t have that, she couldn’t risk that. But it still irritated her tono end that her own anxiety stopped her from doing the one thing she wanted themost in this shithole of a world they call home. Never in her life have heremotions held her back from anything, and for once she couldn’t just beat upthe problem and have it solve itself. Which is why instead of the punching bag,she turned to the drink.

Ham gives Sole a nod as they enter the Third Rail, seeingtheir eyes roll back for a moment before they trudged down to the bar. Theyscanned the crowd before finally setting their gaze on Cait, her head restingon one of the tables. “Yknow I think before long they’re gonna name this tableafter you” Sole sighs out, tapping their head “C’mon, lets get you home”

It takes a while to get Cait to her feet, even longer to gether up the angled ground to exit the bar, from then on it still wasn’t exactlysmooth sailing; Sole being used as a support for all of Caits weight the entiretime while they stumble through Goodneighbour. At least Cait didn’t weigh thatmuch.

After a long and treacherous journey up the stairs of thehotel Rexford, Cait slumps over onto the bed with a slurred groan.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Sole murmurs, pushing a fewstrands of hair from her face

Cait murmurs something inaudible as a response.

“What was that?” Sole chuckles,

“Yknow I fucken love ya” She grumbles drunkenly

Soles heart picks up, a goofy smile spread on their facewhile they lean down and kiss her forehead “I guess now I do”

“Damn rightcha do”

Curie

Being a synth gifted little Curie with so many new andexciting opportunities, and filled her mind with so much information to learnand archive. Things like breathing and needing to eat and sleep in order tosurvive was entirely new to her, not to mention finally being able toexperience things like happiness!

She had only heard of love previously from her creator;Kenneth Collins, when she observed a very peculiar set of symptoms her archivehad not been able to diagnose as he spoke about his previous life and family.Curious as always, she questioned Collins on what was happening to his body,and upon his explanation on ‘love’ Curie was absolutely flabbergasted on howemotions could impact the human body like that, to the point she doubted thevalidity and thought Collins wasn’t telling the truth.

But now here she stands, next to the very person who rescuedher from her solitary in Vault 81, feeling the exact same symptoms Collinsdescribed many years ago.

Rapid heartbeat, clammy hands, dilated pupils, and generalanxiety. Was this love?

“Sole” She spoke tenderly, gaining the attention of them, assoon as their eyes met the symptoms only worsened.

“Everything alright Curie?”

“This relationship ‘as allowed me to finally solve a greatmystery with myself. I believe I am in love you”

Danse

Being exiled from the Brotherhood broke Danse in many ways.His entire life seemingly becoming absolutely pointless to him and his entiremotivation to simply exist being exhausted. But having Sole by his side madehim feel safe, secure, happy; after the confrontation with Maxson they’re all hehad and he wouldn’t rather have anyone else by his side.

It wasn’t long after he left that he and Sole had become athing, which only expanded his admiration for them. There wouldn’t be anyoneelse in the entire world who he would trust as much.

It was another day of patrol, Sole being on the lookout forsome sort of special gun that may or may not exist. Leave it to Sole to listento a random wastelander clearly on some mixture of chems.

“You realise the more times we spend looking for a possiblyexisting bit of metal is more time we could have been spending on somethingworthwhile” He mutters for the 7th time, not getting a response likethe time before. He goes to speak up once more before Sole suddenly dartsahead, turning a corner and going out of view.

Immediately Danse follows, listening out and trying to figureout which way, they had gone, but eventually the footsteps of his comrade justdisappeared.

“Sole” He calls out repeatedly, walking between the mazes ofdilapidated buildings of the commonwealth. Gaining no response each time. Astime passes so do his steps, his eyes scanning everything that moved and histeeth keeping a grip on his bottom lip. He continues calling out to Sole, thepanic gradually setting in at the sheer magnitude of possible things that mayhave happened, the bad things overwhelming the good.

“Sole!” He yells out, his breathing becoming scarce as deadsilence greets him, until after one cry out a call is returned.

“Danse! You alright?”

He turns around quick as a heartbeat to see Sole on the otherend of the road, his body acting on its own and running towards them, jumpingout of his power armour to wrap his arms around soles body, who is confused butnonetheless returns the hug though not as tight as Danse. “You good?”

“Yeah… Now I am” He replies hushed, rubbing their back “Don’twander off like that again okay? I can’t risk losing you… I love you too much”

Taken aback but overwhelming happy at the confession, Solereplies “You have my word”

“Outstanding”

 Deacon

We all know Deacon. You can’t readthe man for shit. He could be ready to tear out someone’s liver with a rustyspoon and hardly anyone would know. In a lot of situations, this habit is a goodthing, it allows him to stay in character and gather as much Intel as he canfor Des, but when you’re meant to be romantically involved with him it can bemore than tiresome.

Sole tried not to rush him, knowingit was a hit or miss with Deacon after Barbra, and giving him as much time ashe could. But they couldn’t help but grow more and more conscious aboutwhether or not he truly cared for them.

They have already said they lovedhim, many times in fact. But what did Deacon reply with?? ‘Mhmm’ 'Of course youdo’ 'Well who wouldn’t?’ 'Yeah me too’

Many could see how that would makesomeone feel. And eventually, it just got too much for Sole.

'I’m just saying it won’t kill you toat least say you love me back’ Sole huffed

'You really want me to say it?’ Heasks.

'Yes. Yes I do’

Oh boy.

Safe to say Sole got what theywanted… 

That same day, Deacon climbs on topof the centre table, a megaphone in hand.

'Deacon what are you doing?’Desdemona asks, already done with whatever antics he has in store, Sole lookingover to him from another table.

'Attention everyone!’ He exclaimsinto the speaker, everyone cringing at the feedback. 'I have a very importantannouncement to make' 

'Think you could do it withoutalerting everyone within a 10-mile radius??’ One of the members grumble

'I stand here today because I suck,and I intend to change that fact by proclaiming my undying love for that sexylittle number over there’ he declares, pointing directly at Sole who buriestheir face into their hands. 

'I love them so much it makes memushy inside, and there’s no one I’d rather almost be mauled by a bunch ofghouls with’ He declares proudly 'And if anyone fucks with them they better beprepared for a world of hurt, thank you that is all' 

He jumps down, sauntering over toSole with a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

Sole lowers their hands and stares upat Deacon who has their arms outstretched for a hug which they obliged, almostbeing suffocated by the embrace he gives “I can’t believe you" 

"You know you love me” Hereplies, Sole can practically hear the smirk on his face

“Who couldn’t”

Hancock

Leave it to Hancock to say it during sex.

What more do you expect from the man?

However, what Sole didn’t expect was his outright denial ofit. They tried their best to make him admit it but he just continued to defendhis case. It was amusing at first, seeing the normally calm and confident manbecome flustered and unable to take control of the situation.

But eventually, it just became degrading to Sole, theseemingly innocent argument becoming more and more heated as time continued.

“Look I know you said it, its nothing to be embarrassedabout, can’t you just admit it, John?” Sole interrogated while he stumbled aroundhis room looking for his clothes.

He replies in a stern gruffness “I don’t wanna talk about itsunshine, just drop it”

“But-“

“Look I just said drop it” He interrupts, walking out of theroom and slamming the door behind him, throwing the room into silence. Solestares at the door for a moment before laying back down on the bed, theirvision gradually becoming blurry and their breath turning into ragged wheezesas they try not to cry.

They don’t know how long they were there for, unbothered tomove from the bed and just rethinking over what had happened. They were so lostin thought they hadn’t even noticed Hancock stepping inside the room, it wasonly when he sat on the opposite side of the bed that they had noticed he wasthere.

“I’m sorry” He murmurs quietly “I dunno why I acted likethat… I guess I just didn’t want to admit I said something like that”

“So you didn’t want to say it?” Sole replies quietly

Hancock is quick to respond “That’s not what I meant,” he sayshurriedly “I mean I didn’t wanna say it during… y'know. I wanted to say it at amore meaningful time… Like during a nice dinner or some sort of sappy ass timealone when I’m not off my face or some shit”

Sole turns over “Are you off your face now?” They askquietly, getting a wicked smirk from Hancock as a response.

He leans down and presses his lips against theirs “I love you”He hums, “I love you so damn much”

MacCready

Perfect. Absolutely perfect. That was the only way MacCreadycould describe what he saw, watching his son running around and finally be ableto act like a child instead of being bedridden and unlikely to survive.

That with the addition of Sole running around with him,giving Duncan piggybacks and tickle attacks, the sweet sweet melody of hearinghis sons’ laughter after so long making his heart almost explode out of hischest.

“Anyone want drinks?” He calls out to them, Duncanenthusiastically replying with a shrill ‘Yes!’ and Sole giving a nod his way.With a smile he wanders back inside their home, looking out the window while grabbinga few bottles of Nuka-Cola. He jumps momentarily once he hears a loud thump but soon comes to his senses while the all too familiar sound of Duncans cryingfills his ears.

He hurries outside and looks to the source of the crying,seeing Sole with Duncan in their lap, holding his hand and rocking gently,giving him gentle consolidations. “Hey, it’s alright” they whisper “Want me tokiss it better?”

Duncan nods and holds out his hand, to which Sole covers insmall kisses, guiding them up his chubby little arm before planting one on hisforehead, earning a giggle from the small boy.

MacCready walks over and sits by them, handing Duncan a juicebox which he greedily slurps up, an arm wrapping around Sole and pulling themclose. “God I love you” he whispers, kissing their cheek.

Nick

“Ellie, would you just drop it?”

“Come on Nick you needa stop being so afraid about it”

“Now, now who said I’m afraid?”

“Nick,” Ellie says doubtfully, staring at the synthetic manwho sits at the desk of the agency.

He sighs, resting his head on his damaged hand, the otherdragging a cigarette to his mouth. “I just don’t wanna risk scaring the kid offis all” He sighs out, a cloud of smoke trailing out.

“Oh come on Nick, stop selling yourself short” Ellie whines,slumping over in a chair “You know you won’t do that”

“Lately it feels like I don’t know anything at all” Nickadmits, leaning back

Ellie lets out a gentle chuckle “They really do that to youhuh?”

“Seems that way…”

“The more you put it off the worse its gonna be to actuallydo”

“Well look at you being the teacher for once”

“Come on Nick…”

“Look” He begins, standing from his desk “I’m not afraid toadmit it, I love sole, and I wanna tell them but…”

Ellie edges him on “But?”

Nick sighs “… I’m scared. I so desperately want to tell thembut whenever I see em I just freeze up and I wonder if I really deserve to lovethem… Happy?”

“Well I mean I am, I’m not sure about her though” Ellie humsout, earning a confused look from Nick and nodding her head behind him.

Turning around; his entire body almost gives way as Solesteps out from behind a filing cabinet.

“Have fun you two” Ellie sings out whilst walking out of theagency door, leaving the two alone.

It’s silent for a moment. The awkward tension being so thickyou could cut it with a knife.

“I guess it can’t be helped now” Nick musters out

Sole chuckles lightly, moving to sit at his desk, gesturinghim to sit at the opposite chair, which he does. “Why don’t you start at thebeginning?”

Piper

Writing is and always will be Pipers method of letting off steam,to her it seems the only way she can truly express what she’s feeling is bywriting it all out. Angry about some close-minded resident who keeps giving herattitude? Write a detailed story of throwing them off a tall building. Upsetover Takahashi’s noodle stand to have to be closed after a malfunction? Reachinto your inner 13-year-old and write an angst-filled poem reminiscing aboutthe good days and just how doomed we all are… It was just second nature to herat this point.

The only problem with being a reporter in Piper’s eyes wasn’tthe public opinions clashing your own, or the death threats, to her the worstthing about it was with her being thevoice of the people, it was always her talking, and talking and talking. Shewas the person people went to advice too. She was the person who gave theadvice. So when shes lost on her own ambition and feelings, who was she to turnto for guidance??

In rare times like this when not even writing could helpher she’d go on long walks around the commonwealth, coming back at randomtimes no one could predict.

Sole has done odd jobs for Nat before whenever Piper left,most of it is to publish and print off whatever papers Piper had yet tofinish.

They logged on like many times before, scrolling throughwhatever articles and  touching them upwherever necessary, and like every time before reading through the ‘PublickPerspectives’ submissions. It was basically the only thing that everyone inDiamond city collectively read and enjoyed, for the most part, an entire groupof residents dedicated on theorising who asked what.

A few were obvious, a few took time to consider before comingto a rational conclusion, until Sole reached the final submission.

“Dear Publick

“I’ve been dating this person for a while now and things havebeen amazing so far, they make me happy beyond belief and I really see myselfwith them in the future but… I just can’t open up to them. I can’t evencompliment them without becoming a nervous wreck, and you can forget aboutsaying those three big words… And I’m worried my hesitation will drive them offfaster than you can say ‘noodles’. Advice?

-        Blues Clues”

Sole pondered for a moment before everything clicked inplace in perfect harmony. Taking place at the terminal, their fingers flewacross the keyboard, their heart racing at the same speed.

“Dear Blues

Take your chances before they walk away, regardless if theylike you back or not you deserve it to yourself to unleash your feelings. Ifind myself in a similar situation, the girl I’m with just won’t open herself upto me and I sometimes feel guilty about it. As much as id love to pin heragainst the wall and proclaim my absolute adoration to her, I guess writingthis will have to do”

Surely she’ll pick up a copy of the paper soon.

Preston

Preston is a bub.

A sweetheart.

A dumpling.

A little ray of sunshine.

And a goddamn gentleman.

Almost as soon as he and Sole started being a thing he wantedto say he loved them, and ever since he first said it you cannot stop the manfrom saying it every day. Whenever they wake up, just as they fall asleep, anddear god the amount of times hed say it during sex is adorably ridiculous. Thoughit wasn’t always like this, he was terrified of first saying it to Sole in fearthey would think he’s rushing the relationship, though he so desperately wantedto say it.

The first time he let it slip through was surely a time toremember, and not exactly the way he pictured it.

It was a night like any other, Preston doing his usual roundsaround Sanctuary, and Sole resting on the couch in the Home Plate. It doesn’ttake long before their eyes close, their mind still awake and aware but theirentire body sluggish and heavy. They hear the front door of the house open,closing gently a few moments later with a pair of feet stepping over to standin front of them. No doubt Preston.

A blanket is thrown over them, Sole flinching lightly whentheir hair is pushed from their face, Preston’s thumb gently rubbing againsttheir cheek. “I love you” he whispered.

There was no mistaking it.

After hearing that Sole eyes burst open, making Preston jumpback lightly before hurrying down the hallway to the bathroom, closing the doorbehind him with Sole hot on his trails.

It took a while to get him to come out of the bathroom, andsince then after a lot of encouragement from Sole, he never forgets to tellthem every day.

#fallout #fo4 #fallout react #companions react #fallout companions #companion reactions #x6-88 #nick valentine #piper wright #preston garvey #cait #curie #danse #paladin danse #dogmeat #maccready #hancock #john hancock #fo4 reactions

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Another patented Bunni Brand Random Game Idea I Will Probably Never Actually Make(tm) Guess what, its another pet raising game! Why am i so obsessed with these! Maybe because there AREN’T ENOUGH GOOD ONES and I DESPERATELY NEED THEM, YO

Anyway, the theme of this one is kinda S.C.P-esque? Not actually set in that series since I haven’t read much of it and I’m a huge wimp for psychological horror anyway. But I mean its set in a vaguely similar “organization for paranormal creatures” type of setting. The idea I had was “an artificially created god”. The facility only has one monster in it, and it’s like a homunculus they created themselves and are struggling to control. Flew too close to the sun! The aim of making this creature was to try and make an angel, or a channeler, or just something that can bridge the gap between life and death and answer our questions about what the afterlife really is. But they failed to think about the mental strain on the creature, they basically took a child and poured all of infinity into its head! Plus it doesn’t even know how to interpret any of this stuff, or explain it to humans. It has no perspective on any life other than this, so like... “what? I didn’t mention that cos I thought everyone already knew!” Or when its asked to predict the future it doesn’t know what any of these things mean since it’s never seen the outside world- “people will fall” could mean a mass death from disease, a literal death from an earthquake, one person tripping in france, or even just “my dolls fell off the shelf”. This small room is this creature’s entire world, how is it meant to know that you don’t consider the dolls equally important?

So, anyway, the player’s perspective in all this would be as... the janitor! Well, former janitor turned caretaker for a terrifying oracle child. How did this happen to meeeee?! Sort of an accident happened and the creature imprinted on the first person it saw when it was born. And the researchers are WAAAAAY less equipped to control it than they expected! All their containment facilities failed, which led to it getting far enough away from the lab that it bumped into this janitor in the first place. He was just a hapless dude sweeping the fakey harmless business exterior of the place, completely uninitiated into the true purpose of the place. Until someday some baby monster came flying through the wall and somehow it ended in a hug??? Now he’s their only method of (at least temporarily) containing the monster. For some reason it seems to be bound by oaths and words, if its “father” orders it not to do something then it obeys. Sit here in this room and don’t leave, don’t hurt any humans, stop breaking all the locks and bars just to boast that you can, it really demoralizes our staff! But it’s always searching for loopholes to someday escape. That would be exceptionally dangerous- humans are a fun toy to play with, and it doesn’t understand why you can’t fix them when they break...

So yeah, thats why this random ordinary man has now been forcibly initiated into a high position in this organization, and Has No Choice In The Matter. He has a huge amount of power as the only one able to control the beast, but also zero power in the organization as the latest noob and totally unqualified candidate. And they can’t kill him cos they need his power, but they can always torture him until he cooperates... (”We’d really rather NOT do that though, it would be such a waste of resources~”) Also this guy’s personality is just a super shy and anxious Good Dad who wouldn’t have the courage to be able to pull off a daring escape even if he had the opportunity. He’s sorta spent his whole life already just saying “ok” to everyone bullying him, this is no different. I was imagining this story as maybe a place to put the Iggy character I created for that random lets play, cos I’ve grown pretty attatched to him! Or maybe it could just be a similarly adorable shy dad, or another gender even? I was just thinking that a short round huggable parent is what this story needs, so Iggy is the perfect puzzle piece to slot into it~

So you’d spend every day selecting between different options to try and parent up your new monster child, similar to stuff like Princess Maker. The goal of the organization is to make them more obedient and find ways to make use of their powers to profit humanity. But the protagonist’s personal goal is just to show the monster love like a normal child, prove that it can live peacefully with humans someday. You have to balance these goals, otherwise if this whole project is deemed unprofitable the higher ups might just trash this monster and build another... And then in-between all this you’d get scenes of the protag being generally bossed around by the higher-ups, and learn more about this organization and how to operate within it. You can potentially expand your protagonist’s skills too, form relationships with your coworkers, and navigate a complex web of lies to eventually find some way to escape...

Though I think that the “just escape” ending would probably be the bad one, cos without you they have no way to control the oracle child. It’d be the ending of sacrificing everybody to save yourself, and spending forever on the run as you keep hearing of the cities destroyed by this monster trying to track you down. Of course, the ending where the two of you escape together and become a real family would be way more positive, but you’d need to complete your quest to earn the monster’s love and socialize it and etc first. Possible other endings: Go full organization and get sucked into their perspective of seeing this thing as just a thing. Stop caring about the monster child, treat it like shit, and experience success in your new job! Be a mindless yes man! Live happily ever after! :( Alternatively, maybe you can end up synmpathising TOO MUCH with the monster child? Instead of convincing them of the virtues of humanity, the general assholeishness of the organization makes you lose faith in it. But what would even happen if you refuse to cooperate with your orders? Maybe even could end up as just another monster locked up in this facility, and forget you were ever human :(

And then for the oracle child itself, I actually have no clue what kind of design I’d like to give to them? i was initially thinking a very humanoid one, cos it’d be creepy to have a creature that looks human but doesn’t act it, and everybody treats them like a mere object that’s never gonna be capable of real sentient thought. But then I’m also kinda like “ehh maybe people would be dissappointed the design isn’t a more monsterous monster child”. And I’m not sure exactly what sort of humanoid design I want, even? Their powers were meant to be mostly like psychic and such, so maybe a big ol monster eye in the middle of the forehead. I want something that’s at least a little bit spooky but can also be cute once you get to know them. Oh, and all I know about their gender is that I definately don’t want them to actually be a “them”, yknow? Nonbinary characters only ever being non-human is a weird trope in fiction. Its like the only representation we’re allowed to get is stuff that reinforces that we don’t exist in real life, both as an intentional and unintentional message. So yeah if there’s gonna be any Characters That Are Like Me in this story, they’d be one of the human characters. The kid will be a boy or a girl, even though I’m using “they” here until I decide it. Also i don’t know whether they’d be a formerly human child who was experimented upon to give them powers thus “oh no organization is evil cos they did that to an innocent”, or they were just created out of nothing like a homunculus and have always been a monster. That would lose that establishing aspect for the organization, but it would perhaps be an even more powerful metaphor for like.. love and stuff. This kid is worth loving not JUST because “there’s some human in them, deep down”, but because they’re an innocent and they’re a sentient being, and them just not being human isn’t a justification to treat them like an object. Anyway! Their personality! They’re just as innocent and have as much potential for goodness as a normal child, even though they seem scary at first. And they don’t understand humanity very much, and nobody’s ever really shown them kindness before or tried to teach them morality, so why would they know what it is? Its not like they’re intentionally being “evil” though, if they understood the consequences of their actions properly it would destroy them.

I was actually thinking of a particular potential scene where they temporarily escape and cause some chaos. It would initially be like “oh god they really are evil and you were stupid to trust them”, because you see that they killed a guard during their escape. And the guard would be one of the few nice npcs in this evil organization, and someone the child seemed to be developing a friendship with. It would be a REAL punch in the gut! So now you’re not trusting this kid anymore, yet you still have to come to work the next day and pretend like nothing’s wrong. And the kid acts like nothing’s wrong too, they don’t seem to comprehend why you’d be angry or upset, reinforcing the perception that they must be pure evil at heart. And its just a really awkward, messed up day at work, for the first time feeling like you’re being held hostage taking care of some dangerous monster that doesn’t care about you, even though that’s what they told you on the first day of the job... And then.. at the end of the day... they ask you when their friend is coming back. And you realize that they don’t even understand what they’ve done. Nobody bothered to explain death to them. They don’t understand that these “toys” can’t be fixed when they break. Possibly even a super creepy scene at some other point where their arm gets ripped off in an accident and you have to sew it back on, to establish that this homunculus creature is super hard to kill? Also i was thinking that.. well its not like they can’t understand pain, its just that they feel so much pain constantly that the minor additional pain when they take physical damage doesn’t matter enough to notice. You have to try and explain the concept by being like “you know that thing you feel 24/7 when your power is overloading and it burns inside your head? Other people feel that when their arms fall off.” And also maybe they have trouble understanding their own powers? Like, they have to learn to be able to turn the oracle visions on and off at will, initially they just happen at random and the kid can’t choose what they look at. They don’t even know if its from the past or the future, or how far in the future its gonna be, or what it’s about or who its happening to. And sometimes they don’t even realize they’re in a vision, so it’s hard to understand the consequence of your actions when you might have been seeing the events out of order. Also imagine the kid being like “you lied! you said they went somewhere where they weren’t coming back but I just saw them!”, but then they realise that their friend was just repeating stuff that they’d already said, and nobody else saw them there. So they realise that it was just a vision, and it really is true. Maybe they just go catatonic for a few days and try and live forever in the past, only waking up when they’ve finally managed to come to terms with the meaning of death... :( Or maybe they break out of their cell and run to the morgue and summon up every ounce of their power, try EVERYTHING to wake up the guard, and finally break down crying for the first time in their entire life when it doesn’t work. And imagine how SCARED they’d be to see a corpse! They ran down here expecting to see their friend just sleeping, and they see this cold and empty doll that doesn’t even look like them anymore... :(

Also, less depressingly, I was thinking of endearing moments where the kid’s emotionless facade would break in the rare event you’re able to show them true happiness. Like for example, their everyday life is just sitting here in this cagey room with barely anything to distract them from the boredom. They only even have a sparsely occupied bookcase because the organization was like “ugh, if it’ll make the thing more cooperative i guess we HAVE to”. And so the kid has just obsessively devoured those two or three textbooks, and one day comes to you like “So when is the test?” They’ve read the books hundreds of times and memorized everything right down to the punctuation and spelling mistakes. And they don’t even understand the CONCEPT of recreation, because every day is just testing. If these books were here, there must have been a purpose, right? When are you going to test me on them? Hell, they might even get a bit pissed off when you say there’s no test, cos those books weren’t even fun and the only hope they had of some minor enjoyment was the mystery of the test at the end. So then you introduce them to STORY BOOKS and they’re like HOLY SHIT WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THIS WAS A POSSIBILITY.

And you find a lot of trouble trying to explain the outside world to them, when the idea of “grass” and “sky” just seems so ridiculous. So you go get a carpet swatch for the sake of comparison, and you find out the kid hasn’t even ever experienced THAT! Imagine them going totally nuts, like this thing is goddamn catnip. MY PERCEPTION OF LIFE IS EXPANDED BY THIS CARPET SWATCH! Imagine the protag convincing the scientists to put a carpeted floor on their cell, and the kid just being so impossibly happy that they never stop rolling around on it. “Goddamnit we can’t predict the future if our secret weapon is doing floor cartwheels for two straight weeks” (Relateable note: I literally feel this way as an autistic adult. For some reason carpet swatches work as a low budget stim toy for my stupid brain XD Also jam is like the opposite to carpet. if even the tiniest drop of jam lands on my hand, the grossness freaks me out so much that I can’t concentrate at all until i scrub my hand to death. Even if i wipe it off I can still feel it!!)

Oh, and its also surprisingly endearing to imagine when Creepy Moments intersect with these cute scenes! Like, moments where the kid is being pure and innocent but also reminds you they’re a monster. Getting too excited by a new toy and causing everything to levitate around in a tornado of poltergeist activity! Or, maybe moments where the kid is trying to say something completely normal and cute, but it accidentally gets misunderstood as creepy cos of their social inexperience? “Father I have the SKIN HUNGER.” = “Yknow that feeling when you really want a hug, but I don’t know the word for a hug cos none of these science guys ever show any affection.” The closest thing the kid has as a reference is being picked up and carried to the latest testing room when they refuse to walk there on their own, so sometimes they misbehave on purpose to experience this almost-hug. Tho having a hug with a hazmat suit guy while locked up in handcuffs isn’t really all that enjoyable, the scientists wouldn’t dare touch monster-kid without eighty billion protections. Actually, having a hug could be a really monumental moment, like a milestone for both of you. Kid understands humans enough to be able to vocalize this wish, and trusts you enough to think you’d give a different answer to the scientists who always say no. And you’ve overcome your fear of the big ol scary monster enough to hold them, and you’ve grown to understand them enough that you can figure out what they want when they’re not able to explain it well. And then it could be super sad and heartwarming cos when you have them in your arms you realise how fragile and thin they are, how much pain they must be in from their shaky breathing, maybe you can even see scars you never noticed on their scalp from all the experiments...

And probably there’d be a lot of other scenes like this, where all of their “creepy” actions can be linked to a misunderstanding or a cry for help, and you can always resolve it and help them become more human. It would help make the scene of them accidentally killing someone be even more of a misdirect, like “oh my god, was I wrong this entire time and they really are evil?” But at the same time you’d also have more reason to want to hear them out, even when the situation looks impossible to explain. And it would be even sadder that this time the “and in the end they learn to be more human” part would be learning something horrible, a part of life that’s just going to make them suffer more. :( And speaking of which, the protagonist would also have to develop away from his initial optimism, kinda? Like, the bad result is where the job makes him become more jaded and he eventually becomes an asshole just like everybody else in this organization. But the good result would be becoming jaded in a different way. Becoming less oblivious and naive, aknowledging that evil exists in this world. And addressing his blind cliche optimism, and replacing it with like.. actual real optimism that he came to out of his own free will. Like not just being nice cos you’re too scared to argue with people, but also being brave enough to stand up and say that something is wrong even when you’re scared of arguing! And also reexamining his rather cliche views on good and evil. This job has also been showing him how evil humans can be, as well as how innocent this monster is. Maybe its wrong to look at it as “I’m teaching them to become more human”...?

...anyway i have a lot of ideas for this idea, lol sorry this post is so long

#blunni thoughts #dumb random game ideas #tho i dunno if that idea about the accidental murder scene might be too much #maybe some other sort of less extreme scene #that has the same sort of impact of 'wait did they betray me??' but then you find out they didnt