#programmablesoul

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programmablesoul replied to your post: do you know who bailey cares about? bailey. all...

Jesus, the art of the metaphor really fell out of practice, didn’t it?

>:T

Or maybe th’ fuckin’ busses did.

[gaybuccaneering]

programmablesoul replied to your post “[[ roger is so much nicer if you see him without simon around hahaha...”

christ the first time jones is around roger without simon she hardly knows what to do tbh

he just acts like they’re friends already and kvetches at her about some aspect of simon’s behavior and asks if she wants to look the car over and this doesnt seem incongruous to him bc hes not consciously aware of exactly how goddamn competitive he gets in front of simon :V :V

[jackscrewed]

bloodstone, copper

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large          

A perversion of the order of things, someone that was supposed to die at 17 but by some quirk of fate, didn’t, someone living on borrowed time.  A mistake.

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

A big ghoul with bright red eyes...well, maybe a little less big than before.  His joints hurt; it’s not as easy to work out as it was when he was still  a smoothskin and had all of a nose instead of only half of one.  He’s not one of those ghouls who are just barely affected by the rads: his hands are a medley of colors healthy flesh shouldn’t be, his ears fell away some years back his back continues to be a mess, half his face is a raw, scabrous mess.  He’s past the point of really giving a fuck what anyone thinks he looks like anymore, so the fact that he’s wearing a little sequined half-mask over the raw side of his face isn’t because he’s ashamed but because he does need to protect it from the elements and also because it’s a look.  His wig is bright purple, his lipstick is red, his jacket is black leather, and his necklaces and rings are too many to count.  He hasn’t scavved in years; he has people for that now.

He doesn’t ever really kick the mentats addiction but he hasn’t relapsed into psycho for years, which has always been what he’s more concerned about.  I don’t know if Jackie ever finds a boyfriend (rp will tell, maybe!) but I like to think he gets to the place where he isn’t mentally comparing himself constantly to people who do and people who he thinks have their life in order.  Jackie doesn’t reconcile with his parents; Jackie stops thinking about them entirely.

His kids are okay and he’s an uncle to R.A.’s adopted kids. Jackie has a whole mess of grandchildren (the ones made by Avery are very small and very red-headed) and he adores every single one.  At one point, he starts having pet dogs and he spoils the shit out of them.  His mental issues don’t go away completely because it doesn’t really work like that, but he gets better at dealing with them and dealing with his own feelings.  He builds a house.  His house is a collection of everything bright and cheerful and kitschy he can find.  He gets to make a wedding dress for at least one child.

Things are pretty okay.  It just takes some time getting there.

[jackscrewed]

programmablesoul replied to your post: Sorry, mates, you gotta at least have some grey in...

My guy, I confess, I’ve wondered for a while, now – have you ever flexed out of your shirt?

Listen, listen to me.  That is the number one cause of me having to get new shirts.

[nonukesthanks]

Coffee Shop Philosophy

@programmablesoul

It’d been quite a while since the day that Aniya had met Sam, and a Med-X induced fog and quite a haze of pain made it difficult to recall all the details of their escapade back to Goodneighbor. What she did remember, however, was that they had agreed to talk again. She also knew it was about synths. Not her favorite subject, but he’d helped her out.

Not that sitting in the corner of a Goodneighbor cafe, holding a mug of tea, and anxiously waiting for him to arrive was really repayment. It was more like the first step in figuring out how to repay him for what he’d done. If they happened to have an intellectual discussion at the same time, well, she wouldn’t mind.