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@dimasexual
after meeting DiMA:
🐝 * ― 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ wherever you go in this world i'll come along. ❜ ❛ i never wanna see her again. she's so not my friend anymore: ❜ ❛ you're best friends. can't you two work it out? ❜ ❛ don't you think it'll be over soon? ❜ ❛ now what would you like for lunch? looks like we have bread and jam or jam and bread. ❜ ❛ oh, i'm nobody. nobody at all. just pretend you never saw me. ❜ ❛ why? what does he want with you? ❜ ❛ you want me to say no, don't you? ❜ ❛ okay, okay, i was only trying to protect you. ❜ ❛ don't even talk about food, my stomach has been rumbling for miles. ❜ ❛ sorry, that was meant for me. ❜ ❛ so, you know my name. i wonder who could have told you. ❜ ❛ is that how you say thank you? ❜ ❛ we're finally having some good luck, why can't we enjoy it? ❜ ❛ i can't go any farther. i can't. ❜ ❛ please, don't argue. you've done enough. ❜ ❛ why us? why can't somebody else do it? ❜ ❛ miss her? why would i miss her? we've only been friends for as long as i can remember. ❜ ❛ i feel like a part of me is gone. ❜ ❛ i have nothing to say to you. ❜ ❛ why do i have a bad feeling? ❜ ❛ i'm sorry, [name]. why did i ever leave? i'm so sorry. ❜ ❛ we have to stop them, but how? ❜ ❛ look at that. again you show up just when we need you. ❜ ❛ you actually think this mad plan will work? ❜ ❛ you've been playing with me! ❜ ❛ do you believe in magic? ❜ ❛ how can you believe what you don't see? ❜ ❛ not a word about this to anyone. ❜ ❛ will you stay with us? we can have rooms near each other. ❜ ❛ i'm sorry for what i said. ❜
fallout 4 + real world locations
𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . . . Set the stage for lingering touches, stolen glances, and words laced with double meaning. ✧ ˚₊ Themes: tension, teasing & unspoken desire.
✧ › HEAT & TEASING .
My muse runs their fingers along your muse’s wrist absentmindedly, tracing slow, lazy circles.
My muse leans in, their breath warm against your muse’s skin as they whisper, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
My muse grabs your muse’s waist to steady them, but doesn’t move away immediately.
My muse catches your muse staring and smirks, tilting their head. “See something you like?”
My muse playfully tugs your muse’s necklace/tie/collar, pulling them just a little closer.
My muse brushes their lips against your muse’s ear as they murmur something just for them.
My muse traps your muse against a wall, eyes dark with something unreadable.
My muse challenges your muse to a game, but the stakes are… interesting..
✧ › FORBIDDEN ROMANCE .
My muse stops your muse in a dark hallway, their voice barely above a whisper. “If anyone sees us—”
My muse shoves your muse against a wall, breathing heavily. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
My muse lingers at your muse’s door, knowing they shouldn’t be here. “One last time. That’s all.”
My muse runs a hand down your muse’s arm before pulling away. “We can’t keep doing this… but I don’t want to stop.”
My muse is forced to work with your muse, pretending there’s nothing between them.
My muse warns your muse to stay away, but the way they look at them says otherwise.
My muse kisses your muse in the shadows, knowing full well what it would cost them if they were caught.
While discussing his newest Dungeons and Dragons project, Critical Role star Sam Riegel shares more about his recovery from cancer.
Touching interview with Sam about Wildemount Wildlings. Trigger Warning for cancer mention. Not really spoilery, but tagged just in case.
Sitting around the lab with nothing to do…
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At the word 'malfunctioning' more tears fell from his eyes and a flash of anger swept it's way across his face, leaving a wake of renewed despair. He wiped at his face with his free hand, picking up the pen again.
He paused. If he did this, if he finished the calculations, there would be no reason to keep him around. Or DiMA, or anyone else they still had. He assumed those who fought back and weren't captured died. Or those who were and tried fighting still were... executed. Scraped for parts, as she mentioned.
"DiMA is so special. He's one of the first-- if not the first synths created here. He's evolved from what he used to be. The work we've done..." Faraday suspected he was in a more diminished form here, but still mostly DiMA.
"Tell me... are you jealous that we can think for ourselves? That we realize we're abused children? That you only see us as slaves? Or are you really so heartless and egotistical that everything we do is a credit to you? And everything you disagree with is simply a 'malfunction'? Yes, you created us. But don't you think when a child fears their parent, that is a fault of the parent?"
He wanted to stay alive. But more than that, he wanted DiMA to live. If they were alive there was a chance to escape again. If they were gone... Dismantled... But staying alive after giving them all this information? He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to. Was he damning a future generation of synths?
Eve felt her eye twitch slightly but she took a deep breath as she turned to look at the synth again. To someone who didn't know her, the expression on her face would show concern, pity even. But that wasn't the case at all.
"Jealous? That is an interesting assumption. An odd one, for sure..." she looked down at her clipboard and wrote something down before continuing. "Children. Slaves. Those are all human terms, which do not apply to you. We created you to be tools for humanity, the way you look an act was suppose to help blend into society. Your kind was never suppose to be a part of it."
She could feel her stress start to slip pass her cool demeanor, the pen in her hand clicking erratically. "Thanks to you and this DiMA...my colleagues believe that I somehow intended for these malfunctions to happen. But I will prove that whatever tampering you two have done is the culprit for all these...issues..."
"It's evolution." Faraday said through nearly gritted teeth. He had to keep his anger in check, he knew. There was no coming out of this for him. Or the other synths here. He could only negotiate their welfare and hope that Eve bothered to keep her word. He took a slow deep breath. He had to calm down. More importantly he couldn't loose hope. Despite Eva believing that was something he could never feel. She was so wrong.
"You make us to be indistinguishable from humans are yet you're surprised when we start acting human. My brain was made in a lab. And I do feel and think and love. Whether you want to believe it or not." Faraday shook his head. "That's the only reason I'm risking so much here. Because I want the people I love to have even the remotest chance of being safe. Treated well. Please."
Faraday couldn't help but still try to appeal to her better angels. He had literally no other choice, even when all previous attempts were failing. They would make new synths, new slaves. They would probably wipe his memory. Maybe they would turn DiMA into some muesum piece. Tears fell hard and fast suddenly as he thought of that horrifying image. DiMA propped up in a wall, head, torso and arms only, speaking only when spoke to, asked questions and replying with none of the personality Faraday knew and loved. He did his best not to outright sob, but he covered his mouth with the back of his hand, pen still gripped. Still with the intention to finish his calculations, finish what he had started and simply hope for the best possible outcome.
[ cont from here with @old-world-ashes ]
"No. I mean, yes, I do feel better. I appreciate the explanation and... I'm sorry." Faraday nodded to Charlie, then looked to Hancock, speaking louder as the ghoul was a bit further away. "I'm sorry. I apologize. It's-- It was wrong of me to assume anything. Sorry!"
Faraday blew out a nervous breath, hoping Hancock and Charlie weren't too displeased with his terrible handling of the situation. They had never had a ghoul come to Acadia before. Just... those poor feral souls. Who were properly taken care of. Faraday had even taken out a few himself in the instances where he'd left the safety of the Observatory. There was a reason he didn't like venturing out much. A reason why he delegated those jobs now.
"There is a whole world of actors out there with great voices for Fallout. I mean it kinda bothers me when you have only three Ghoul voices when you could have dozens of gravelly voiced performers padding their resumes with "Video Game VA" Let's be honest. Harvey Fierstein would steal the show if he voiced a ghoul in the game."
Fallout Confessions
As much fun as Harvey is/would be, Sam is one of those “three ghoul voices” and I won’t stand for this slander.
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Eve raised an eyebrow and let her head tilt to the side slightly. "Two of my machines are still malfunctioning, how would that make me feel better?" Disappointment? Torture? These simulated emotions seemed to be one of the main causes to the problems she was having restoring them to proper parameters.
Once it handed over the calculations, she narrowed her eyes as she looked over them. She noticed they were left uncomplete, it was already trying to adjust the terms of their initial agreement. That nearly caused her to break her calm façade.
"You will give me all the calculations you can remember, in their entirety, or you will watch as we dismantle the synth referred to as DiMA. It will be a valuable lesson to learn just where this simulated emotion is programmed." She clutched her clipboard as she stared through the mirrored glass
At the word 'malfunctioning' more tears fell from his eyes and a flash of anger swept it's way across his face, leaving a wake of renewed despair. He wiped at his face with his free hand, picking up the pen again.
He paused. If he did this, if he finished the calculations, there would be no reason to keep him around. Or DiMA, or anyone else they still had. He assumed those who fought back and weren't captured died. Or those who were and tried fighting still were... executed. Scraped for parts, as she mentioned.
"DiMA is so special. He's one of the first-- if not the first synths created here. He's evolved from what he used to be. The work we've done..." Faraday suspected he was in a more diminished form here, but still mostly DiMA.
"Tell me... are you jealous that we can think for ourselves? That we realize we're abused children? That you only see us as slaves? Or are you really so heartless and egotistical that everything we do is a credit to you? And everything you disagree with is simply a 'malfunction'? Yes, you created us. But don't you think when a child fears their parent, that is a fault of the parent?"
He wanted to stay alive. But more than that, he wanted DiMA to live. If they were alive there was a chance to escape again. If they were gone... Dismantled... But staying alive after giving them all this information? He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to. Was he damning a future generation of synths?
She rubs her arm gently, the pain being stable but not going away. Trying to ignore it she listens to him. It sounds like a safe place.
“I’ve heard of the institute a few times now, nothing ever good sounding.” If he was true in what he was saying then this could be a safe place, somewhere she could at least heal and not have to worry about something or someone wanting a wing.
“Arcadia, actually sounds like a nice place to stay for a bit, if all those people have been safe there. maybe I can sleep with both eyes closed for once.”
The more she thought about it the more she wishes it will be true, for once she may have had her hopes up, she just hoped the man was as kind and truthful as he so far seemed to be.
"It might take some time to feel comfortable there. But I promise you, it will happen. You've been though a lot. A lot of trauma. That takes time to heal. We've all had our fair share in different ways." Faraday's mouth flinched into a smile, joking lightly, but unsure of it, not wanting to dissuade her by his own social awkwardness.
"You'll fit right in."
Eve didn’t want to agitate the synth further so she stood quietly, taking notes while she watched the machine mimic human emotion. It was a testament to their work how it could fool itself into believing the emotion was genuine. She knew better, though. Although she intended to answer his question, she knew it would not like what she had to say.
“I can let you see the other synth. But you will be separated by glass and you will not be left alone. We still aren’t sure what you two installed into yourselves without authorization.” She took a deep breath, deciding to help a little. If only to keep It calm.
“I would advise you keep control of yourself. Any outbursts from either of you and…well…you know what will happen.”
"Fine," Faraday took a deep breath, giving a nod. He really had no choice but to do as she said. And maybe that was selfish, risking their work and the lives of future synths to help the ones he loved. He hoped they would understand.
"I know DiMA will be disappointed in me for doing this. That will be torture enough, if that makes you feel better..."
Faraday began writing, trying to recreate notes he had kept in a journal and terminals no doubt destroyed by the brute force that had entered their sanctuary and destroyed it.
He stopped a few paragraphs in. He left a few formulas unsolved. He needed to see DiMA before completely giving over.
"I'll finish it after you've kept your promise..."
"I'm afraid you've ruined my appetite by taking me and my loved ones prisoner. And killing those that resisted." Faraday answered almost matter of factly. The anger was ebbing into a depression he hadn't fallen into since Victoria had... died. Essentially. He looked at the notebook in his lap. If he did this, she might allow him to be with whoever was left. He wondered just how many they had bothered to keep alive. He doubted he would tell her. He doubted he would achieve his next request.
If they were all truly doomed... And she had all but confirmed DiMA was. Or at least the DiMA Faraday knew. Loved.
"What do you plan on doing with DiMA? How... far along in the process are you?"
Eve couldn’t help but roll her eyes as the machine continued to use terms only designated for individuals. Luckily for the synth, programming wasn’t her area of expertise. “You are not a prisoner. You are a piece of property that has been recalled.” She cleared her throat as she regained her calm demeanor, reminding herself not to let its programming rile her up. Since it didn’t wish to accept her trying to be civil she’d stick with protocol.
“What happens to your fellow synth depends on what we learn from you. And what information we can get from DiMA. As you know, it has proven to be quite stubborn and my fellow scientists are growing impatient. Soon the engineers will pull whatever they can, however they can.”
"Can I speak with him?" Faraday asked, his large brown eyes looking up at her, pleading. He didn't even realize how much he was giving away right now. DiMA was his weak spot. Everyone in Acadia knew he was in love with their leader. Everyone but DiMA, it seemed.
"Of course, he's riled up. He afraid of being dismantled. Of loosing his memories. We all are. Memories are what make a person... Don't you agree?"
The anger seemed to had left him. He wasn't going to get out of this by fighting her, or being angry or stubborn. She had already told him they were going to get information out of him, willingly or by force. At least if he cooperated there was some small chance she would keep her word and let them be roomed together. But he wasn't stupid.
"I want to see him." Faraday's determination returned. Then he took a sharp breath, surprised by his own sudden influx of tears. God, he was so tired. He looked away, knowing she wouldn't have an ounce of sympathy for him. He didn't want to see that impassive, or annoyed look on her face. "I want to see him before the DiMA I loved is gone."
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Fiona giggles and turns her little radio on, she keeps the volume down as requested and puts it back in her bag as it quietly starts to play maybe…
“Okay Okay, I will play it softly and my bag will muffle it just a lil bit more too.” She nods as he is telling her to grab anything electronic, that wasn’t exactly her strongest area but she figured if it has wires she could just snatch it up.
'I will do my best.“ She said to Faraday confidently. She had her blade ready. "Lead and I will follow, I’ll make sure to watch our back too, just in case we get snuck up on. oh this is exciting!” She giggled.
"That's my point. If we can HEAR them--" Faraday scoffed, shaking his head. "Never mind, we're wasting time..." It was obviously the synth wasn't really cut out for this sort of thing. He was too nervous. Fiona's radio and what he would call reckless behavior was having that effect on him.
"Do you think we should split up? Cover more ground?" He asked, leading them into the building further. It had been some time since he had gone scavenging. And he wasn't the leader of expeditions in those occasions either.
When the explanations began, she knew she’d be here for a while so she opted to pull up a chair. Since she didn’t think of the synth as truly living she found no harm in letting her true emotions show right now. First, she was pleased to hear that the first thought the machine had was to return to where it belonged.
“Good. Good…” she mumbled as she took her notes. Once he started speaking about unrelated details, she shook her head. “I do not need to know of your encounters with the monstrosities on the surface. I need to know how you found and deactivated those codes.”
Since she needed it to give her detailed instructions, and it was cooperating she decided to show it a little goodwill. Eve accessed the controls to the restraints and shut them off, allowing the synth to move freely. “Write it down. Step by step.” she ordered as she placed a notepad in its lap.
Just then she had a thought. “Are you…hungry? I’m sure we have options far better than that irradiated slop they serve topside.”
"I'm afraid you've ruined my appetite by taking me and my loved ones prisoner. And killing those that resisted." Faraday answered almost matter of factly. The anger was ebbing into a depression he hadn't fallen into since Victoria had... died. Essentially. He looked at the notebook in his lap. If he did this, she might allow him to be with whoever was left. He wondered just how many they had bothered to keep alive. He doubted he would tell her. He doubted he would achieve his next request.
If they were all truly doomed... And she had all but confirmed DiMA was. Or at least the DiMA Faraday knew. Loved.
"What do you plan on doing with DiMA? How... far along in the process are you?"