#effectivedetectivc

[veneriic]

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Appearing when you least expect it, like a ghost in the neon night.

when you find yourself in times of trouble

mother lilie comes to you

speaking words of wisdom

age gap ships

[veneriic]

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i see you, old man

[solariic]

                    For once, after a week of trudging through the muck and grime of the southern bogs, paranoid for mirelurks around every turn, the traveling group has finally found solid ground. The sea, the sky, the air as fresh as a wasteland can be. Nate’s even outdid himself by finding them an abandoned sea-side cottage to claim for the night. Out of reach from mirelurk habitats, no highways nearby to house annoying gunners, nothing with notable loot to attract any raiders ━━ yeah, this is PRETTY NICE.

                    The pinging sound of Nate hammering away at his power armor and weapons faintly combines with the gentle ebb and flow of the ocean against the seashore and the soft static of the Diamond City radio, and John sits on one of two unbroken patio chairs set upon the front porch. His dirty boots rest themselves up on the edge of a half-ruined balcony railing and a cigarette dangles from his fingers, hat tipped to partially cover his eyes. And his guy right next to him.

                    “ Thinkin’ I could get USED to this, ” John rasps, stretching in his seat to cross an arm behind his head. “ What’d’you think, sunshine? Wanna find me a retirement house like this somewhere? Just you and me. ”

( @effectivedetectivc liked for a hancock starter. ) accepting.

[solariic]

effectivedetectivc replied to your post: seeing the posts judging mac for his teeth and you...

I imagine there were nutrition issues when he was a kid, given that Little Lamplight subsisted mostly on cave fungus. That would explain why he’s on the shorter side, too - childhood malnutrition mixed with regular old genetics, probably.

yesss good point! who knows what that cave fungus actually was, it seemed to have really good nutritional benefits, but it couldn’t have had Everything a growing boy would need. and his teeth are probably on the flatter side from eating mostly tough, grinding vegetation over meat. 

[solariic]

effectivedetectivc replied to your post: trying to follow the quest line that keeps all the...

Same. Having to consult a walkthrough that often and be so specific about where you go at what time kind of takes a lot of the open sandbox fun out of the game, but damn do I not want to have to wipe out one of the factions just to get them out of the way.

RIGHT like i think it’s so Dumb that there’s no diplomacy options, like bos may be a lil tough but i think the minutemen and railroad could easily come to an agreement. like, desdemona brings up that the minutemen are the representation of the people of the commonwealth, who are hostile toward synths, and i get that line of thinking, but it’s not always the truth. the real enemies of the minutemen are pretty much just like. raiders and gunners, they don’t actively hunt down synths. while they may not be able to get the people to go out of their way to help synths, they’re the only other faction that doesn’t actively pursue them to harm them, so a common ground can be achieved there. and i don’t actually know That much about the bos, but i figure if they can be argued that ghouls are still people and to stay their hands when encountering non-hostiles, including synths, progress could be made. these three factions are relatively stubborn, but i think it would be neat to have sosu be the diplomat bringing them together. 

[solariic]

"15. …passionately." @hancock - that moment when they lock eyes again, but this time something finally happens?

                    God help ‘em, they’ve been teetering on the edge of this bridge for years. Decades. Hell, John can barely remember a time when he wasn’t toeing that line, half his boot off the ledge of the road, a heavy breeze away from diving head-first into the river below. He remembers a younger version of himself, barely even a man, helpless but to accept the detective’s confident hands. Pushing and pulling his useless, drugged body safely into bed, until they accidentally found themselves facing each other. Eyes connected, hands awkwardly grasped upon each other, the synth to configure the young man into bed, and the boy trying not to FALL THE FUCK OVER.

                    For years, there were those moments. The moments where their eyes locked and they found themselves barely inches apart. Sometimes wasted, sometimes sober ━━ it never mattered, the pull was never any weaker. John’s eyes would drop to Nick’s lips, then back again. Once or twice, he was fast enough to catch the glowing yellow beams do the same, almost hearing the flickering sound of the optics shifting. And maybe once or twice, the boy’s tongue would dart across his lips, as though gearing himself up to do it, to finally close the gap ━━ but, no. HE NEVER DID. One of them always broke the heavy air, their movements citing the unspoken agreement.

                    We can’t do it, kid.

                    I know.

                    I’m sorry.

                    S’all good, old man, I got time.

                    More time, it would seem, than he ever thought he would. And, damn, he’s going to use that fucking time.

                    His skin is newly mottled and his face bears little resemblance to the heavy-lidded youth that trailed after the detective like an untrained puppy, but there’s something more here. A weight of responsibility and history, but also confidence. Manhood. HE’S GOT THIS NOW. And the second their eyes click together again, rekindling once more a spark he thought he had let die, he’ll be damned if he gives it up this time.

                    With a crooked grin and barely a moment’s notice, merely a twitch of his eye as though to say hold onto your hat, sunshine, the ghoul LAUNCHES HIMSELF at the synth. Strong, wiry fingers catch hold of the lapels, yanking him closer perhaps a bit too roughly into a kiss. Any lip biting is worth it; they’re long past due. His body rocks forward to stand upon the tips of his toes as he leans into the firm, warm surface of the detective’s chest, and he doesn’t dare hold a moment back. There’s hands, fingers, lips, tongue, and it’s over before he’s ready. Maybe the bot doesn’t quite need to breathe, but, damn it, John’s still got some things his ruined body demands.

                    “ Twenty years late, old man, ” the ghoul rasps against Nick’s lips, murky eyes glancing down with satisfaction at the glistening sheen of moisture he left there. “ Don’t even PRETEND you haven’t wanted that for damned ever. ”

( send me a 💏 for a kiss ) @effectivedetectivc

[solariic]

LIFT "Alright, I think you've had enough for tonight. Up you get."

                   For just a moment, there’s a whining growl as the empty tins of mentats and inhalers of jet slide off the ghoul’s chest, each plopping to the rotting floorboards, but it quietly silences itself when he finds himself supported by familiar hands. One warm, broad, smooth ━━ the other, pointed and barely a hand at all, but just as strong. Like warm metal; he must have forgotten to slide his glove on. With the cloudy haze of too many chems fogging his mind, the synth’s touch seems to be EVERYWHERE, covering the entirety of his back and legs, along his sides and ass. He grunts once he’s lifted against Nick’s chest, arms supporting the crook of his back and beneath his knees, and he might complain about being carried like a princess ━━ but, damn it, he is a princess.

                   “ BOSSY, BOSSY, ” John grumbles, slumped as he is against his lover’s. But the dazed smile remains and he tries to wiggle closer into the warmth, shaky hands reaching to curl around the synth’s neck. One succeeds to grasp with tight grip upon his shoulder, but the other catches against the edge of the missing skin of Nick’s neck, clicking barely against a metal edge. He mumbles an oops as he finally grasps the back of the full neck, but the mistake bubbles into a giggle.

                    “ Sure into your damsel, aren’t you, sunshine? ” he hums, letting his eyes fall shut. He barely registers their movement, the sound of Nick’s boots against the floorboards so far away. The ride only seems to end once his back gently hits a decrepit mattress and his fingers manage to grab a choke-hold on the detective’s tie. The ghoul’s murky eyes open, but seem to see nothing, only casting a dazed smile. “ You’re not gonna leave him all on his own, are ‘ya? Gotta be my PRINCE here, Nicky. ”

( Send “LIFT” to lift my muse off the ground. ) @effectivedetectivc

[lyinglantern]

@effectivedetectivc | Starter

‘ You’re a detective, right ? Can you help me find my soul ? ‘