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EXTREMELY IMPORTANT PSA FOR ANY AND EVERY COMMUNITY

(Now, I was originally planning on posting this on my personal blog, but seeing as this blog gets more notes on my posts and is more Undertale oriented, I’ll be posting it here.)

Now, I’ve seen a lot of ship hate going around. Of course, there’s always going to be Frans and Fontcest haters, but I’ve recently seen a lot of hate on more popular ships like Soriel. I haven’t seen any posts bringing this topic up, so I decided to post it myself.

I’m not here to be a mascot for Soriel, Undyrus, and other ships, but I’m here to bring up the topic of ship hate. I don’t care what someone ships. You should never, NEVER hate on them for it. I don’t care if it’s Frans, Soriel, Fontcest, Sanscest, Papycest, it’s unacceptable.

What IS acceptable, however, is kindly asking someone to not hate on your ship. However, please do not SHOVE your ship into someone else’s face because it’s ‘The Right Ship’. There’s no such thing as a right ship. Everyone is entitled to their own, personal opinions.

Now, a while ago Undertale Amino had placed a ship ban because of people hating of ships. Some of the ships included in the ship ban were Charisk, Chasriel, and Friskriel because it was considered at ‘Incest’. Heck, someone even said that Charisk is technically SELFCEST! Now, they weren’t entirely specific on this topic. There are AUs where Frisk and Chara aren’t siblings, same with Chara and Asriel and Frisk and Asriel. When it comes to Chara, Frisk, and Asriel, you have to be specific on limitations because of the amount of AUs where they aren’t siblings.

Scooting back closer to the topic of ship hate, I don’t care what the ship is. The only reason to 'hate’ on someone is if they are being rude to you. Not your ship, but you as a human being. There have been people going as far to say that ships like Soriel and Undyrus are 'Crack Ships’. In my eyes, nothing is a crack ship. But then again, that’s my opinion that a lot of people won’t agree with.

Like I mentioned earlier, there is no such thing as a 'Right’ ship. None of it is wrong, none of it is right. When you ship something, you’re usually taking two or more fictional characters and liking the idea of them being romantically together. There’s nothing wrong with this. I don’t care if it’s 'Disgusting’, because all you have to do is unfollow the blog if you dislike the ship instead of telling them how to run their blog and what to ship. Let me put it in an example. Let’s say that it’s Election Day, and you’re planning to vote for Donald Trump. However, someone says that you can’t vote for Donald Trump because they don’t like Donald Trump, and that you have to vote for Hillary Clinton because that’s who they’re going to vote for.

Converting the example to our little shipping talk, you’re basically telling someone they can’t ship something, because you ship something else, and you don’t like their ship, therefore they have to ship what you ship.

Now going to the topic of Frans hate. I don’t ship Frans, but I respect that other people do. Just like everyone should respect that other people ship other things. I’ve seen a lot of blogs receive hate for shipping Frans because it’s pedophilia. However, there are AUs where Frisk is 'old enough’ to date Sans. Yet the blogs with those very AUs still get hate for shipping Frans. Evidence for Frans being 'Pedophilia’ is a line that MK says in the game, which is something along the lines of “Yo, you wear a stripped shirt too? Well then, you must be a kid just like me!”. But honestly, ANYONE can wear stripes. Just because other kids in the game such as Chara and Asriel wear stripes doesn’t mean that wearing stripes automatically makes you a kid in the game. Even if you are a kid in the game, there are AU’S where Frisk is an adult and dating Sans, therefore there’s no room for the argument of Pedophilia is Frisk is an adult in an alternate universe.

Therefore, there’s absolutely NO REASON for hating on a ship just because it’s 'wrong’, because it isn’t. There’s no such thing as a wrong ship. Telling someone that they should ship something else because their ship is 'wrong’ is taking away their freedom of speech. Everyone is allowed to ship whatever they want, whether it be 'wrong’ or 'Right’.

I’m going to be tagging as many fandoms as possible in this post, because even though it’s mostly Undertale related, it’s an important lesson for everyone who is in a fandom and actively ships something.


I’m tagging some people that I hope will reblog and spread the word, if you are tagged, please reblog. If you don’t, I completely understand.

@skelltales
@skelimagines
@skeletorific
@skelebros-box-of-imagination
@panda-is-cool
@awarmcampfire
@caprisunqueenn
@sfw-imagines-headcannons
@pariswithamustache
@undertaleimagines

Thanks for reading.

It’s time for a comeback.

“Some gringas have imitated me; they want to dress like ‘Mexicans,’ but those poor women look like cabbages, and to tell you the truth they look plain ugly”

   -Frida Kahlo, The Letters of Frida Kahlo, 1995

This quote has a lot of relevance in respect to the recent events in the fandom. Too often Whites have stolen, taken, and appropriated the identities and cultures of People of Color for their brown paper doll oc’s. They bastardize them, filling their backstories and personalities with racist tropes and stereotypes. They ignore criticism of such actions, dismiss and trivialize concerns of People of Color as drama, and attempt to victimize themselves or dismiss their actions with shitty excuses and shitty apologies.

It is because of these recent events that I have decided to bring Not your White Fave’s OC back. People of Color cannot rely on whites in the fandom to do right by us, to stand up for us; we cannot rely on them to own up to their racism and take the appropriate steps to rectify their disgusting actions.

People of Color truly need a space for themselves, away from the racism, ignorance and indifference of the mainstream white fandom.

There have been many People of Color in the fandom and in general on Tumblr that call for the creation of “our own spaces” because we are ignored, harassed, stereotyped, etc in the mainstream fandom. However, once a said space is made, those same people leave it on read so to speak. Either it is performative, or they still desire white affirmation.

I’m here to say that we do not need white affirmation. Referring back to the original Characters of Color post, “ We don’t need to ask for acceptance from anyone. We are enough, we’ve been enough and we always will be enough.”- Taraji P. Henson.

The goal of this blog is still the same, to create a safe place in response to the othering, and  exclusion of creatives of color in the white mainstream fandom. A place where people of color could share and celebrate their ocs and their work without fear of being spoken over.

A place for original characters of color made BY people of color, for any form of creative content made by people of color. A place to celebrate our races and cultures without having to censor it for a white audience. It is a place to encourage creators of color to share their work, to make oc’s that represent them, and to be surrounded by a community of people like them!

And so with that I’ll end with this:

Welcome to Not Your Yt Fave’s OC, a blog made for Creators of Color by People of Color!

(Oh shit yo

I made a design of Angel Alice that I like WAY more, she looks like she fits the aesthetic of Boris and Bendy a whole lot more now.

…Kinda tempted to make a blog for her now, oh no- > o >”

Okay, but really I see her as more of a counterpart to Bendy, being an angel and all, so when I saw her design and how…weird it looked with Bendy and Boris, it REALLY bugged me. So I gave her a few more similarities to Bendy so they could be like Mickey and Minnie, except rivals instead of a couple- XD

I don’t know what I’m doing

Yes there are more pictures below, I couldn’t help myself)

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Yo! A while ago I unfollowed a lot of blogs due to inactivity and such, so I’d like to follow some others! Please like this if you post mainly about the following and I’ll check u out! The ones marked with a * are the ones I wanna see content of the most as they’re my current stronger interests!:

  • Super Mario *
  • Xenoblade Chronicles (either original or X)
  • Kid Icarus
  • Elsword *
  • Love Live!
  • Zelda: Skyward Sword
  • Aesthetic (specially flowers and starry skies)

thank you!!

coraltum  asked:

Random flyby saying that I freaking adore your comic- and my question is: how tall are these guys compared to each other (apart from Bits who we all know is a petite babby)?

YES!! I have been waiting for this question.

You can actually see the relative heights of the Boys in the Hockey Shit with R&H comic on nicknames:

Everything’s relative, because my proportions are ~wacky~. And I often do not succeed in sticking to their height/size differences in the comic and extras.  BUT if I did, this is how the Boys would look like standing next to each other. When it comes to weight, Holster and Ransom are *around* 220lb and 210Ib, Shitty’s like 160lb, Jack’s probably riding 200lb, and Bitty’s 125lb.  (Maybe. If he’s been eating protein.) I had to reference a lot of college hockey rosters to cook up these heights and weights. (And a lot of figure skating websites.)

AND YO IT’S LARDO. She’s in the next comic. Now is a good time to apologize for not updating.

Hi guys! Daddy’s back! Well, not entirely back. I’ve been quite busy with my undergrad thesis, so I hardly got to make art. But I needed a bit of a sanity break so I decided to make a study of my next EmiMike/MichEmil art.

In celebration also of my blog going past 250 followers (holy shit that means a lot to me, ‘yo!), I’m giving you guys a sneak peek of my new art as a thank you for sticking with me and my blog, for liking and reblogging my content, and especially to my EmiMike/MichEmil fam (y’all know who you hoes are lol love you guys) for keeping me happy to stay in a fandom like this one.

Here’s a fun little activity: what could be the theme of this next fan art? Reblog this with your answer and I’ll DM you if you’re right (or at least close). I’ll also ask you a new question through the DM, which is more of an opinion question, so no right or wrong answers haha.

Thank you guys! I’ll post the final product as soon as possible.

Love you guys!

anonymous asked:

yo do you think we could have a blog sleepover like other blogs do? but instead of just like talking about our day or smth we could talk about our fps with each other. my first thought was fp friday lol. i know there'd be a lot of asks that day so you can tag it with "fp friday" so people can avoid spam on their dash

I would love to do that!! 


Are u guys into it or? also which day (like this if u want to have a “sleepover” on this blog)

ay &yo i been meanin to say, whenever i start talking a lot theres someone who keep likin all these posts and rebloggin them and sayin shit in the tags n whatever like we cool and whenever i click your blog to see like whats poppin its covered in a bunch of berserk terf shit and i just wanted to let you know you got niggas fuuuuuuuuuuuuucked up n you can keep all that over there iono what got u confused

anonymous asked:

I want to follow more music blog like yours :3 Who do you recommend? Have a lovely day!

omg yo so many so i’ll just list my ult favs that a post a lot of original content and if you’re a blog that posts&reblogs 100% classical music related stuff pls reblog this or comment or something lol

@classical-crap <— they’re freaking hilarious and super duper music nerd goals extra my ult fav blog (tied with @you-had-me-at-e-flat-major ofc)

@maxopferkuch <—actually the source of like 90% of my hs band posts probably

@classic-jenny <— i mean not quite the same as mine but i reblog all her content so. If you want music nerd comics, follow her

@soyouwanttoplaytheflute <– for the best musically aesthetic pictures and flute adventures photos

@orchestraordie <– for a beautiful human being who loves her cello. follow for cute selfies with cello and life rants and happiness outbursts it’s honestly the greatest

AND THERE ARE SOOOOO MANY MORE BLOGS TO MENTION AND SOME FAVS ARE PROBABLY SLIPPING MY MIND but I must run to class rn so hope this introduced a few more music blogs to you <3
👀

yo if anyone, ever, for any reason, wants to talk to me

please do

especially gh blogs, because I can name about 50 of whom I’d want to be friends with but I’m too nervous that they won’t wanna talk to me

I say this because I’ve seen a lot if people feeling dejected and like they don’t fit in.

So, yeah, if you want to talk to me: talk!! to!! me!!!

mnerd63  asked:

Hey I have a nersey/dex prompt! For art or hc or whatev, I just kind of want some like softness of them dating w like zero angst or zero I'm so glad we're together just like... their daily interactions. Idk text convos! Whatever really. Love your blog! ❤️

hey yo zero angst was my nickname in college (it isn’t and im still in college). i have a feeling bitty is very inconsistent with the fining process. ENJOY BREAKFAST AT THE HAUS

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hello my name is rhianne/rhio !
i heard it was neotag face day/weekend so i figured it was a good time to introduce myself
i’m 20 and i started playing neopets in 2005/2006; my oldest account that i can remember is animon44 (currently trying to regain access bc 10 yo me thought using random birthdays was cool) and my current main is fruitnaturals
i recently came back from hiatus and i’m working on overhauling my account so it’s ugly right now lol please don’t judge me
my main blog is @rhianimated and that’s where i follow/like from

i’m an artist and i like building characters around my neopets so you’ll probably see a lot of art of them soon

also i’m convinced faerieland is a sapphic paradise and i ship half of the faeries together i’m not sorry

kahasan  asked:

One of my favorite reasons I roam your blog is because of your love for Kentin. There's so many things you have about him - it's awesome. I mean, the smol bean gets a lot of hate and it just makes me mad yo. Bless this blog with cookies and kentin.

Originally posted by phucnghinguyenhoang

EEEHHH thank you so much! I love Kentin and while it seems like he gets a lot of hate, he also gets lots of love. Usually the hate comes from confessions from the confession blog. Also, some people just don’t prefer him because of the way he acts now. But even then, people didn’t like him before because he was a “creep”. Yes, it does make me upset when someone attacks my baby but what character hasn’t been attacked? He just gets the most hate in my opinion besides Deborah.  It’s all about respect. He’s always been my favorite and always will be. This really brightened my day. It’s nice to know someone appreciates this weird blog.

Yo I wanna like actually start interacting with my followers on this blog (in like the 5ish months I’ve been running it I’ve gotten a whopping total of 2 asks, 0 replies, 0 messages, 0 submissions :’( so sad) so like,,, does a sleepover Saturday type thing every once in awhile​ sound cool?? Like alternating between me finding sapphic themed ask games/selfie parties/setting up a rabb.it or smth idk. Just a thought

anonymous asked:

here's a problem I go through on a daily basis on this shithole of a website. I run a cc blog and I've made a few great friends and a few mutual but the amount of times someone I've gotten fairly close to has asked what music I listen to, just leave me. I like twenty one pilots okay? I went through and am going through a huge patch of depression and anxiety and their music helped, but now liking them is seen as bad and I've fucking lost friends because of it? idk what to do.

yo that’s fucking awful? like I think what they do for a lot of people is really cool, just musically they’re not for me, but like I wouldn’t leave someone over it that’s a really shitty thing to do holy crap. I’m pretty sure there’s a fair amount of people in this fandom that do like them though, anyone who does or wouldn’t be a complete dick to anyone who did come hit my anon up over here.

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I was wondering if I could ask for a reaction if you have time? What would be the romanced companions' reactions on SS singing the 'You are my Sunshine' tune. Like they were walking down the hall and caught SS singing the pre-war song while thinking of them. Thank You!

Here you go! Like always, I took a little bit of artistic liberty with the reaction’s execution, but I hope you enjoy anyways!

As an aside, I will go ahead and say what you are all thinking,

OH MY GOSH IT’S ABOUT FREAKING TIME YOU PUT UP ANOTHER REACTION GEEZ!

As another aside,

It’s spring break y’all! Gonna have lots of time for this blog now yo!

Preston: “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

It had been warm out that day; I found a spot in the backyard of Sole’s neighbor’s old house and stretched out along the ground, letting the sunbeams shine on my face. My hat sat on a chipped plastic lawn table, long forgotten, and the only sounds that reached my ears were the light jangling of wares strapped to a caravan brahmin, a few kids playing with a tin can in the middle of the street, and Sole’s softly singing voice.

They don’t know this, and in retrospect maybe it’s a little creepy, but I like to spend my days off patrol duty listening to Sole sing. I’ve never seen them sing in public, so I guess they only do so when they’re alone, hence me lounging about in the fenced in, private yard.

“Preston… Are you… sunbathing?”

Sole peeped curiously over the picket fence with wide puppy-dog eyes. My eyes blinked opened, surprised.

“Yeah, just working on my tan.”

“Heheh, okay Preston. Whatever you say….”

I laughed with them.

“Hey, mind if I join you?” They bit their lip, cocking their head to the side.

“Sure, come on over.”

Sole laid down beside me with our arms flush together. They mumbled something about my skin being warm and then turned over onto their side, wrapping themselves around me, laying their head on my chest. The corners of my mouth slipped up involuntarily, and I placed a hand on their shoulders.

“You mind if I sing Preston?”

“Sole, I wouldn’t love anything more.”

Nick: I swear Sole must be a saint. I don’t know where in the world this kid came from or why they were hysterically upset; he tried explaining it to us, but the hiccupping and the sobbing sort of drowned out all of the words. Sole didn’t care about any of the messy tears or the snotty nose though. They just scooped the child up like it was the most natural thing in the world and started singing to him.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

Almost immediately the kid stopped shaking, and the sobbing diminished into whimpering. Sole hugged him closer to their chest and soothingly petted his hair, and soon enough the little thing was snoring into Sole’s jumpsuit.

“Why are you shaking your head Nick?”

I chuckled.

“It’s nothing… you’ve just got some really nice pipes is all. Maybe I should get you to sing me a lullaby whenever I check my servos. It’s the closest I get to sleeping, and it gets pretty boring otherwise, heh.”

Sole smiled at me.

“Thanks Nick, you sing pretty well yourself. In fact, I heard you singing this song the other day, and it reminded me of how much I loved singing this to Shaun right before putting him to bed. And, I’ll sing you lullabies anytime you want, so long as you sing some for me in return.” Sole winked at me.

If these old cheeks could blush.

Thank goodness they can’t.

Deacon: Roofs are great places for reconnaissance, really. Especially on warm summer days when the sun hits the tiling just right. Ah, what a relief the heated shingles are to my poor, old, aching back. Moments like this, kinda makes you feel like Boston isn’t a complete nuclear wasteland. I hope Sole doesn’t mind me using their house like this, not that they know about it or anything.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

Woah, the sunglasses had to come off for that one. Was that Sole singing? Man, who knew Sole had a set of pipes that could rival Magnolia?

There they are! Toting a giant basket of wet laundry out to their makeshift clothes line. Hmm… Intriguing. I roll over onto my stomach and lace my fingers under my chin.

And this went on for about ten minutes, Sole clipping a shirt or pants to the line while singing a verse and me supplying a very subtle yet intricate and on-point harmony.

Oops! I think I might’ve hummed that verse a little too loudly.

“Deacon? Why are you on my roof?”

“Who, me? Oh, don’t mind me Sole. I’m just testing out a new set of solar-powered ballistic weave Tinker Tom made. Check it! This outfit… glows in the dark. Yeah, pretty cool right?”

There’s that eye roll I was looking for!

“Hey Sole! Is that a blush I see, or is it just hot out here?”

“Get off my roof Deacon!”

Yeah, it was totally a blush.

Cait: This’ll be the last time they ever doubt me in a combat situation. Who does Sole think they are, sayin’ I couldn’t take on a bunch o’ raiders all on me lonesome? They know better than that. I’m too hardheaded for my own good. Now they’re just sittin’ back with a tall glass o’ Nuka Cola, looking pretty as they please with those sappy, doey eyes watchin’ me bust my ass takin’ care of these numbskulls, and now that I think about it, that was probably their plan from the start.

Well, they better damn well enjoy it!

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

“Really Sole? Is this really the time to be singin’ one o’ yer pre-war lullabies? I’m already steamin’ mad at’cha for foolin’ me into doin’ these raiders in by myself while you just sit back an’ do nothin’!”

“Aw, c’mon Cait! Don’t mind me, I’m just… ‘admirn’ the view.’”

I swear the red on me cheeks is from the fightin’, I swear.

Danse: It was time for my power armor’s weekly tune-up; a soldier must always keep his equipment functioning at maximum capacity. Doing otherwise proves to be very unwise and potentially fatal in the battlefield. It seems that Sole shares my sentiment from the way they ‘re leaning over the leg of their own set of power armor, tinkering with the joints in the knee.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

Wait.

That isn’t their power armor.

It’s mine.

“Soldier?”

Sole seizes up like a frightened radstag. I look at them, they look back at me. Neither of us say a word, both confused by the other’s presence it seems. Sole glances at my power armor out of the corner of their eye.

“Um… I can explain! But… I’d rather not have to, so…”

“Okay bye!” And they dash off into the night.

Bizarre. Then again, Sole is indeed a bizarre specimen. Oh well, I guess I can pick up where they left off. Hm? What’s that piece of paper in my helmet?

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

Long after Sole confesses, I still keep that paper in my helmet.

Hancock: Mmmmm. Lazy mornin’s can’t get any better than this. Idle fingers dragging across my skull, my cheek nice and warm against someone’s rumbling chest, and a sweet, sweet melody to slowly ease my sleeping body awake.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

“Now what have I done in past lifetimes to earn myself such a wonderful alarm clock?” I mumble, eyes still closed, and tender fingertips drew lines across my eyelids. Ah, it’s practically paradise! All I need now is Sole hand feeding me some tarberries and this trip to luxury would be complete.

“So, what made you decide to give me a private concert doll? I ain’t ever heard you sing before. You should do it more often.”

“U-um. I thought you were asleep. I don’t really like singing in front of people to be honest.”

“C’mon now, you can’t be serious! Hey, I bet Magnolia would enjoy a vacation from The Third Rail once and a while. I’m sure she’d let you cover for her.”

Sole lightly smacks the side of my head.

“Hush! You know I’m embarrassed easily.”

“Heh, that’s my favorite thing about ya. That blush is just too cute sunshine. Speakin’ of, how’s about I fall back asleep so you can wake me up with that sunshine song again?”

I chuckled when they didn’t answer, but right before falling asleep again, a faint ‘okay’ echoes between my ears. That nap was seriously full of sweet dreams.

MacCready: “Sole. Please stop, this is embarrassing.”

I will never take Sole back to the Third Rail again, or any other bar for that matter. Magnolia leaves the stage for one minute, and Sole, with their drunken self, believes that it’s a-okay to start belting out a stupid kid’s song at me in front of all of the other patrons. People are starting to look at us weird. I have a serious reputation to uphold Sole! Dangit!

“YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE! MY ONLY SUNSHINE! YOU MAKE ME HAPPYYYYYYYY! WHEN SKIES ARE GRAAAAAY!”

Oh boy.

“Sole, if I didn’t love you, we would be having serious problems right now.”

“YOU LOVE ME?”

Oh shi-shoot! Did I really just say that? Oh great, now they’re crying.

“You love me!?Really? I-I love you too MacCready!”

Thwump!

And Sole’s down for the count. I guess that means I’m carrying them to bed tonight. Hope they don’t remember any of this in the morning.

Please let them forget what I said, I’m not ready to deal with that yet.

Piper: “Hm… when they’re not crawling with gunners, these, what did you call them? Overpasses? Yeah, these overpasses aren’t so bad. You can see the whole Commonwealth from up here… It’s actually kind of pretty. Wouldn’t mind vacationing here to be honest. I could start a column for it! “Prime R&R real estate of the Commonwealth!” Heh, what do you think Sole? Sole?”

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

“You come up with that on your own Sole? Is the sunset inspiring you?”

Sole chuckles while watching the horizon.

“Nah, it’s just, I would sing that song to Shaun whenever I put him to sleep for the night. He always liked it. It might’ve even been his favorite.”

“I can see why. It’s a nice song, especially coming from you.”

Sole smiles and turns to press their lips against my forehead.

“I can sing it for you too, if you want.”

“That sounds like the perfect way to end the day Sole.”

I wrap my arm around their waist, and Sole does the same to me. Leaning against them, I listen to their lullaby echo out across the landscape. I snuggle into their side; it’s perfect for R&R.

Yeah, this is definitely going in my new column.

Curie: My gardening business is really blooming, er, so to speak! Hehe, I believe I just made a pun, no.

I’m so flattered that zhe robots at Graygarden ordered a palatte of my hybridized mutfruit trees! I have to agree with zhem, the taste of the purple fruit is most exquisite! Although, I’m not sure how zhey know zhat seeing as zhey lack proper tasting apparatuses.

Luckily for me, Sole offered to help prune zhe trees before shipping them off. Now and again I glance over; zhey seem so focused, so concentrated, but at zhe same time, zhey seem happy.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

Sole’s singing brings me so much joy! Zhey have been doing it more and more often now; I hope zhat it signals zhe end of their struggle with depression. It’s been so hard on zhem ever since zhe Institute blew away in a flash of smoke. Oh! It seems Sole caught me staring!

“Don’t mind me Sole! I’m just enjoying zhe evening.” I smile at zhem. Zhey smile back. Everything is alright, and zhe smell of sweet fruit envelopes us in a warm summer atmosphere.

“Me too Curie, me too. This evening reminds me of vacations I would take with my family to sprawling vineyards and orchards to ride horses. The trips were nice, I remember, but sometimes I feel like our evenings are just as pleasant… if not more so… because you’re here with me. I don’t think I could be content in this wasteland without you here by my side. So… thanks for being there for me Curie.”

My heart flutters! I wish I could tell Sole just as much and more, but my mouth is too busy grinning!

X6-88: I swear, if it wasn’t for me, Sole would never clean their guns. The pistol they constantly strapped to their hip looked beyond repairing when I finally forced them down at the workbench, but for the discipline of it, I made them work on the gun anyway. I have to concede however, that Sole has the determination of a courser. They lean into the effort with an angry expression.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.” It’s very soft, almost imperceptible. The song definitely didn’t sound like something someone would sing to their equipment.

“What an odd lullaby. Are you putting the gun to sleep? Honestly, I believe that would be the most forgiving course of action.”

“What!? Oh geez! I forgot you were there.”

A hand went to rub the back of their neck, and Sole’s gaze darts to me, then quickly to the left. Strange.

“So this is not something you normally do in front of people? Interesting.”

“Y-yeah, yeah, just forget about it. Please.”

“That will be difficult to achieve Sole. Seeing as the performance was… unforgettable.”

Sole turtles their head between their shoulders. Heh, a foreseeable outcome, but not at all an unwelcome one. It’s cute if not also a little frustrating.

But then again, I never really expect anything different from Sole.