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[nukasarsparilla]

Sunset

A short fic about Six, Victor, and the setting sun of their friendship.

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"I'm not giving you the Platinum Chip, House. This place deserves independence. You don't care about ANYONE but yourself!"

"...I see. Well, it was a noble effort. A shame you made this stand in a room full of my securitrons, otherwise you could've gotten somewhere with that sentiment. Have fun dying, courier."

The screen shut off.

The guards instantly raised their guns and Six panicked.

"1C 4C P56 RM!"

The securitrons seems to briefly blink, the override code shutting down violent protocol- before they immediately went hostile again.

Six was nicked by a shot as they realized there was no peaceful out here. They raised their fist and jumped, letting the weight of the metal carry them and their punch into the screen of the securitron. They could faintly hear ED-E letting out beeps of rage, firing from the air upon the wheels of the other guards. Six did what they did best- let adrenaline overtake them, ignoring all danger and jumping in to attack before anything could phase them.

The surprising part was that it still worked.

They looked upon the robot scraps and hulls with sadness- before a voice from behind hurt them deeper than the lasers had.

"You low-down snake! I wish I'd have left you in the ground to rot!"

Six looked and saw Victor, gun aimed.

"Vic-"

"What in the HELL is wrong with you!? You coulda had everything you wanted!! I trusted you!!"

Six went quiet, seeming to think on the statement. Then, they looked at ED-E, and made a motion for him to stay where he was. Clasps came undone as a ballistic fist was slipped off Six's hand, and placed on the floor. Then, they asked, "Do you really think he cares about Vegas?"

"Of COURSE he does, why the hell do ya think he wants that dang chip, Six!?"

They held their hands up, then, slowly, they started to walk towards Victor.

"Because he's obsessed with power, Victor. You've been around the Wasteland, you KNOW how bad things are, even here. How House forces control and denies help to people just outside the gates."

They kept stepping forward.

"Freeside could use just a fraction of the power we have here and they'd be in such better shape. Just a fraction of the caps, and they could do better trade, get better protection, they could stop NCR from trying to force their way into their homes, help chem addicts go clean, give better housing to all the people on those streets."

They stopped just in front of his gun, and very slowly, they placed their hands on either side of it- and pressed it to their chest.

"Victor... He's known power and control for ages- you must know what he's like in there. Some old, old soul clinging to his past life and forcing it on us now. Do you really think that's healthy for anyone? Do you think I'm wrong, to believe changing this will be for the better?"

"...god damnit, I don't KNOW, Six! I- I don't wanna shoot ya. Please don't make me do this."

"The fact you haven't shot me yet means you don't have to." They reached up and pulled their hat off, looking up at him with sympathy. "You can put me right back where you found me, Vic... If you think I'm wrong, you can. But... if any part of you still trusts me, if you can see where I'm coming from... Please, Victor."

"...why ain't you attacked me yet..?"

"Because you're my friend, and I refuse to hurt you."

Victor chuckled. "You sure are hurtin' me a lot right now, Six..."

"...I'm sorry."

"...I know ya are."

Victor lowered his gun.

"Let's say I got here too late t'stop ya. Jane and Marilyn too. Let's just... say we were too late."

Six watched him roll backwards, roll away.

"You... Y'know, Mr. House made me an' the girls free spirits. Guess he just figured we'd be like the others, since he made us. Guess he never thought we'd meet someone like you, Six."

Victor chuckled bitterly.

"My back's turned, Sunset. Best be on your way before I turn back 'round."

Six ran the other way, deeper into the Lucky 38.

When they came back out, Victor was gone.

[tofu-soup]

i love having a total mood dip to the point where my mental state absolutely tanks it then wanting to talk about it to help myself rationalize my own problems then just coming up with nothing. as if said moment just didn’t exist. my brain talks so much in the moment and then the second i want to put my thoughts in to words i just end up drawing a total blank. its weird. 

[gaystarline]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I wrote a short fic about Connor having a “nightmare”, and Hank noticing it. I love me some father-son relationship. Please Enjoy!

[nukasarsparilla]

Family

It's 4:00 am, can't sleep, drabbled abt Six and Yes Man being gay instead.

"Do you ever wonder about family?"

Yes Man hears the question as a gunshot fires from the top of the Lucky 38, just missing a bottle of Sunset Sarsparilla(tm) on the ground below. Six is killing time before a visit from some NCR negotiators- a worthless cause, in his opinion, not that he would voice it- and he's in his old frame beside them, watching the poor marksmanship.

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean!" Yes Man says, and is genuine about it. He's a securitron, an Artificial Lifeform; he's incapable of having a family, in the literal sense. He's not sure he understands the sentimental sense enough to make a judgement there, either.

Six seems to get that, though, with a look bordering wistful, but mostly displaying a hopeless smile.

"You ever wondered what it's like to have one? Do robots think about human... quirks?" They look up at him from under the brim of their hat- it doesn't match their suit at all, and they've never cared- and Yes Man could swear their eyes betrayed an emotion beyond curiosity. He would if he were any good at placing human feelings, anyway- after all, he was just some robot! Not like he could understand the intricacies of human emotional displays!

He considers the clarified question for a moment, tapping a giant metal finger below his screen in a gesture of thought. "I don't believe I ever have! Since I'm not human, after all, there's no point in wondering about family! I didn't even have friends before you rolled into town, so even thinking about friendship was something I couldn't entertain!"

"Huh. I don't really think about family either."

The response took him him surprise, for a moment. But it made sense, didn't it? Six barely remembered a thing from before they got shot.

"I guess I should be wondering where my family is, or if I had any friends before. But I haven't! This was all... much easier." They looked at Yes Man again. "Guess we're in similar boats. No need to entertain the thought." They aimed again and fired, missing once more. "Fuck! Still can't do shit without V.A.T.S.!"

Yes Man wasn't stupid. He was self-loathing, and cynical despite outward appearance, and lord knows he had a hard time with the finer points of Human Feelings, but he wasn't stupid. In fact, he was rather proud of his strokes of genius. He could tell Six was bothered, in some way. He knew Six by now.

"Is something wrong with that?"

"I mean, being able to shoot on my own seems pretty important, Yessie."

"Well, yes, but I meant what you said before that. About not entertaining the thought? Do you think you should be?"

Six put the gun at their side and looked up at the monitor that was his face. They looked up with a crooked grin and pride in their eyes.

"You're really comin' outta your shell, Yes Man. Speaking out, lately. I'm so used to you just rollin' along with shit, it's always so great when you actually remember you're free of that old programming-"

Yes Man did something even bolder then: he interrupted them.

"That's awful kind of you, Six! You could make a robot blush! But... Are you avoiding the question?"

"No, I just... didn't have an answer?" They shrugged. "...holy shit you cut me off-" They burst into joyous laughter, bouncing on their feet. "You cut me off! God DAMN, you're doing amazing!"

Yes Man was all at once flattered and flustered and confused. He supposed he understood WHY it was a 'big deal', but it felt like an overreaction. Then again, Six had always seemed to care more deeply for Yes Man than he had for himself.

"Thank you?" He settled for a simple response. Maybe Six found it so great because he never acted out at THEM, specifically. He wondered if Six worried that he held himself back around them, but truthfully his deeper urges to be unpleasant weren't common towards them. They WERE his favorite person. They were practically his favorite ANYTHING- in human terms, he was certain they were best friends.

"...you know, some humans consider their closest friends to be their family, instead of the people they share blood with. I guess... I guess I don't worry so much about the family I can't remember, because you're the family I have now." Yes Man could only stare and process the statement as Six, addicted as ever, popped open another Sunser Sarsparilla. "You and all the others here, helping me run the place. But especially you." They beamed up at Yes Man, then patted his arm affectionately.

Yes Man smiled back. "I guess we ARE that close, huh? It feels weird to have a family, but that's likely because it's a human concept. It's certainly not a bad feeling!"

"Good. I'm glad." Their smile softened, fond and warmer than the Mojave, then they took a gargantuan swig of soda and laughed. "Let's hurry on down! Can't keep those NCR guys waiting!"

They COULD. They HAD, before. They had once blown off a meeting with members of the NCR because they felt like hanging out with Boone and Arcade, shooting the shit whilst ALSO shooting the Legion. Arcade had said it was a fun afternoon. The NCR Rangers didn't look amused.

But it seemed like Six wanted to be a little better this time around, so they skipped ahead and went back into the 38. Yes Man hesitated, for once.

He considered that he could now consider human 'quirks', as Six had put it. He wondered what he REALLY considered Six.

He wondered if he was right about it being something as complex and human as love.

[tofu-soup]

Hello! My name is Del aka tofu-soup on tumblr and I’m taking Sunday commissions. 

I’m offering the styles above, waist-ups for £10 a character and small full bodies for £10-£12 (depending on complexity and if you want shading). 

I take payment after I do sketches, and I will send you a small preview of the sketch when it’s done to finalize details and such. Keep in mind that I have a very busy schedule right now, so if you have any worries about the progress on your commission you can DM me and I’ll get back to you. All payments are final and non-refundable.

I will not draw: NSFW, any content that displays hate toward minorities, mechas and vehicles, overly complex designs, 

I can draw: mild gore, pretty much anything else. If you have any questions again you can DM me. 

If you would like something bigger from me then I do have a commission page here. Please be mindful that again, I am very busy and bigger pictures will be a lower priority. If you’d like more examples of my art I have an art tag and an art blog (that’s kinda bare bones at the minute). I’m allowed to deny a commission for any reason. 

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[tofu-soup]

happy holidays everyone. i hope wherever you are that you’re safe and well, i hope you’re surrounded by comfort and i hope something today made you smile, and if not then who knows what tomorrow may bring for you. 💕

[tofu-soup]

also hey i made a new public twitter come follow for art and ramblings

https://twitter.com/greatjellychest

[tofu-soup]

i have just been @’d in a rouxls kaard zone, to which i say, i believe you have the wrong tofu