schakira  asked:

Companions react to the Sole Survivor actually being a synth (after dying or after checking in the Institute's database, you choose)

This gave me all the feels… and it ended up really long.

Tiny bit of background here to save time: Sole discovers a hidden file on The Institute database when on Father’s terminal. Upon reading it they find that their heart gave out in Vault 111 under the extreme stress of Shauns kidnapping; and when he became director Father ordered the creation of a perfect synth copy of them. Synth!Sole was placed back in the cryopod with all the memories of the original and woke up not knowing the difference.

Ada: Sole tells Ada straight out, and the automaton doesn’t appear fussed in any way. “We still make a good team, sir/ma'am.” A while down the road she turns to them again, “After thinking about this I feel gratitude that you would share this information with me. We must be good friends.” Sole grins at her, agreeing.

Cait: She knew something was wrong from the amount Sole had drank since their most recent trip to The Institute. Eventually she all but grabs them in a headlock and drags them out of the bar to sit on the banks of the river. “You’re going to tell me what’s happening.”

Sole stares at her through bleary eyes before it all comes out like word vomit. Cait’s shocked, and she can’t say it didn’t make her recoil a little. But when she sees the pain in Sole’s eyes all she can do it put an arm around their shoulder comfortingly. Cait thinks about all the synths in their patchwork family and decides that if she can get along with them (sort of in Danse’s case) then she can definitely get past this for the person she cares most about in the world. She doesn’t tell Sole this, she simply shows it by not changing the way she treats them.

Codsworth: Sadness is all he can call the feeling he gets, knowing that the final person in this horrible world that he knew from before is gone. His family is gone. He reassesses the imposter before him, but he can’t find any difference between them and the human from before the war. Not even tiny scars he remembers them having two centuries ago.

“You say you remember me, sir/mum?” he asks.

“I… well they gave me all the memories. I remember coffee in the morning before the office. And you being so good when Shaun was born and I was so lost.” Their eyes shimmer with tears and he can’t help but rummage around for a stained handkercheif for them.

It’s different, but so is everything else now. He can live with this.

Curie: She listens to the whole story as Sole sits opposite her over a kitchen table at the Co-op. Placing a soft and small hand on top of theirs she smiles warmly, “ma chère, you are still the same wonderful person I know. This does not change you. Did you feel differently about me when I changed?”

Sole argues that it isn’t the same but Curie won’t hear of it, “I am still me, yes? Then you are still you.”

She watches Sole as they consider what she’s said, trying to hold back her scientific curiosity and a hundred questions.

Danse: He stares at Sole openly when they turn to him and blurt it out. They mistake his shock for disdain and start to feel sick, and a little indignant. The big man is just struggling for the right words, but he registers the storm of emotions crossing their face. Just as their finger comes out to jab him in his power armored chest, mouth full of words like hypocrite and asshat, he puts a hand on their shoulder.

“Before you launch into your speech can I say something, Knight?”

They narrow their eyes at him minutely before dropping their hand.

“When I was going through something similar, someone very dear to me told me it didn’t make a difference to them. This clever person - who may or may not have a temper problem – assured me that I was still me when I was ready to end it all. All those things that person told me are the same things I want to tell you” a soft blush touched his cheeks at his openness.

Aside from feeling better, Sole also starts to feel a little bit like a hypocrite themselves. They talked the talk when Danse went through this but it was all different when it was them.

Deacon: He watches them carefully from behind his shades, “This one of those times you try and fail to prove you’re a better liar than me?”

They roll their eyes at him, “D, I’m serious.”

Deacon holds his hands up, “Can’t blame me for checking. You know you can’t trust anyone, right?”

Sole looks away from him and stares at the crumbling walls in the catacombs, “So I’ve been told. But I wanted to tell you this, don’t you have anything to say?”

“What do you want me to say? I don’t care Wanderer, it makes no difference at all to me. You know I work for the Railroad don’t you?”

They drag their eyes back to him, “It changes nothing?”

He rubs his chin, “Only that Glory now has competition as the most badass gen3 I’ve ever met.”

“There’s no competition there,” Sole gives a small smile, “I wouldn’t ever want to challenge Glory to anything.”

Dogmeat: Always knew his human wasn’t actually human. He smelled it as soon as he met them, same as when he met that big metal man, the one in the trenchcoat and the sweet one who talks funny. But he sits and wags his tail happily as they talk to him about it, working out all out in their own head more than anything.

Hancock: “You gonna talk to me about what’s going on or not?” he asks as Sole reaches for a Jet inhaler. As soon as they changed to a chem they made a point never to take; it confirmed something was eating at them.

“I’m fine John,” they gave him a tight smile.

He sat back on the stained couch, “Don’t kid a kidder, friend.”

Hancock hadn’t been expecting what they told him though. He was a ‘live and let live’ kinda ghoul but he couldn’t say he didn’t shudder a little at the idea of Synths. And now one of his favourite people was flatly describing all the ins and outs of them being one. He didn’t really know what to say to Sole, it didn’t change anything he supposed. So that’s what he assured them, but occasionally he would catch himself watching them even though he wouldn’t know if they were any different than their pre-war counterpart.

Maccready: He’s quiet, but Sole can see it all turning in his head like gears.

“Well shi- shoot.” are his first words after Sole’s little bombshell.

They sit nervously on the couch next to him on top of Red Rocket, no idea how he’s going to react. He stares at them intently, trying to make sure they’re not about to laugh their head off at his gullibility. When that doesn’t happen he frowns deeply, gazing at them with an implacable expression. Sole hates this, the times Mac has been quiet they could count on one hand; they ache for him to make a joke, a snide comment… something.

After what feels like an eternity for both of them he shrugs with a nervous smile, “Guess you’re too late for the robot discount on my services, huh boss?” Sole could punch him and hug him at the same time, but they settle for smiling back at him thankfully.

Maxson: When Sole’s resignation lands on his desk he’s taken aback to say the least.  You can’t just resign from an army, he frowns, especially with no reason. He commandeers a vertibird down to The Castle and finds them sat in the Generals quarters poring over supply lists.

“Paladin.” he says stiffly, “I believe we need to talk.”

Sole gestures for him to take a seat, girding themselves to avert any kind of fight if possible. They haven’t forgotten his reaction to Danse’s status. Once it is all in the open the Elder falls deadly silent. His steely eyes lock onto theirs, searching and assessing.

“I didn’t know about this when I joined the Brotherhood.” Sole said as evenly as possible.

Maxson glares at them, appraising the situation. It would do no good to start a fight with the Minutemen to eradicate one synth.

“I accept your resignation, General,” he gets to his feet and strides out of the office without a glance. Sole feels sick.

Nick: They stand together outside his office, smoking as Sole explains the whole sorry mess. Nick lights another cigarette and offers it to Sole, “Seems like a two smoke problem, kid.”

Sole smiles weakly at him, accepting the cigarette, “A detective referencing Sherlock Holmes. Cute.”

Nick shrugs, “You know me. I’m nothing if not cute.”

They stand quiet in the bustle of Diamond City, save for the whirring of Nick’s exposed circuitry.

“Listen kid,” Nick places a hand on their shoulder, “This doesn’t change who you are. What you’ve done since you escaped that icebox. Take it from someone always living in another’s memories, you’ll be ok. It’s not the end of the world… that already happened.”

Sole leans back heavily against the shack, “You’re right Nick. As always.”

Piper: She visibly recoils as Sole rushes through a hasty explanation.

“Blue this isn’t funny.” her eyes dart around their face.

“It’s not a joke Pipes,” they frown.

Piper tries really hard to get her head around it, and eventually she does. But for a few weeks after the revelation she keeps her distance. She knows it’s hurting Sole but she needs some space to consider how this changes everything. Sure it’s the same Blue she’s known since they first met but…

Of course, it’s Nick who talks her round with the whole thing. After that Piper tracks Sole down at Abernathy Farm and apologises.

“It’s fine Piper, honest,” Sole is just so grateful to have her back that they hug her tightly and grin.

Preston: “I don’t know what to say General,” he rubs the back of his neck nervously.

“Me neither Preston. But here we are.” they glare out at the horizon.

He hates that note of self-loathing in their voice that he’s never heard before. After everything they’ve done. Everything they’ve been through and all they’ve sacrificed. Preston can’t bear for them to think badly of themselves.

“General with all due respect; snap out of it.” he’s as shocked as they are by his borderline insubordination.

Choosing to just plough on, he continues, “You’ve done more than anyone I know. I’ve never met someone with a kinder heart. You’re the best thing to happen to The Minutemen. You may be a synth but I’ve never met someone more human.”

Sole gapes at him, blushing heavily under the glow of his praise. Preston blushes slightly too, shying away from their gaze.

“Preston…” they put their hand on his shoulder, “Thank you.”

Strong: “Strong no care, puny human.” If supermutants could roll their eyes he would.

Sole’s not really sure what they expected.

X6-88: He regards the Director coolly from behind his shades.

“Ma'am/sir, I was under the impression that you already knew.” he all but shrugs.

Sole’s head whips round so fast they almost sprain something, “You knew?!

He continues to stand impassively, “Yes.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” they’re shaking with temper, hands balled into fists.

X6 frowns and looks down at them patronisingly, “As I said, I was under the impression that you already knew.”

I nose what I nose...

Yesterday was the final day of the textile screen printing course I have been doing.  We could do anything we wanted in our last class and print anything using the techniques learned. I took the opportunity to make Christmas presents.  The images above are a present for Professor Valerie Lund.  She is the only Professor of Rhinology in the UK and a celebrity world-wide in ENT. Prof is also quite a special lady.  Not only highly intelligent and absolutely dedicated to her patients, she is also fabulous, glamorous and incredibly loyal.  I know her because I am her PA! On top of my business I work a few days at the Royal National Throat Nose and Ear Hospital to bring in a regular wage.  I hope she likes these handkerchiefs with images taken from Henry Gray’s Anatomy.

anonymous asked:

I have bad allergies and sometimes have to wear a filter mask. They have really cute designs on some. Would it look off if I wore them with Lolita of would it be better if I had a hanky. If the latter, where would be best to find some?

The latter would be better for the most part just because it wouldn’t limit you so much. If you really absolutely need the mask to be able to breath, that’s perfectly understandable, but if you want it to match your coord you’ll be a bit limited. A hanky would be better for the most part because it’s easy enough to carry around and access when you need it, but you don’t have to constantly have it on your face. You can find some really pretty and inexpensive ones on etsy. And if you find that you do need a mask at some point in the day, I can’t imagine it would be difficult to carry with you in a purse.