i love mob so much please for the love of god tell me about ur feelings on 100% ecstasy
OH BOY WILL I !!! ABSOLUTELY 100% (pun unintended but warmly embraced)
out of all the 100% events, ecstasy is my favorite. the drama… the tragedy… will fiction EVER peak like this again? i don’t think so. but BEFORE I DELVE INTO ALL OF THAT, there’s something i want to talk about first: mob’s psychic powers as an expression of his emotions.
we all know that mob suppresses his emotions to avoid outbursts of psychic power. but THAT implies that mob’s psychic power is a form of self expression, in the same way that body language is expression.
he can direct his psychic powers – the same way we can direct our bodies’ actions – but there are other components that are difficult to stop, similar to how people’s shoulders tend to hunch when they’re angry or upset, how they subconsciously cross their arms and direct their feet away when something is making them uncomfortable, etc.
unless you know about these bits of body language, and make a deliberate attempt to suppress them, it’s difficult to stop your body from revealing something about your emotions. similarly, one function of mob’s psychic power is as an extension of the way he expresses himself. these things happen subconsciously and mostly without mob’s control.
for example, one of the trademarks of mob’s 100% events is that mob starts releasing waves of psychic power that push his hair back. other side effects include cracking the ground under him, often to dramatic effect.
mob doesn’t push his hair up on purpose, it’s just something that happens – as a result of him releasing his pent-up emotions in the form of psychic power. these little bits of expression aren’t something he can control.
mob also says something REALLY INTERESTING in his first 100% event:
during 100% rage mob uses his psychic powers to fight dimple, yes, but these lines suggest that his outburst of power happened because he finally had to express his anger. and that implies that, in order to show his emotions, and express himself, mob has to use his psychic powers.
which is something he almost never allows himself to do.
never forget the disdain / loathing mob had for himself at the beginning of the manga, and how convinced he was that he couldn’t allow himself to express himself OTHERWISE SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN.
further material to consider: the lines that he said right before his 100% animosity / hostility event
at this point, mob hasn’t taken any action against koyama yet. his outburst of psychic power, radiating outward and blanketing the area, is not doing anything but expressing his hostility – to the extent that mob expects koyama to be able to feel it.
in addition to that, during mob’s fight with toichirou, he cycles rapidly through a LOT of emotions, and this is what he says about it:
canon suggests that it’s not just a buildup of of emotions that cause his powers to run amok; allowing his powers to run amok also allows himself to feel the full intensity of his emotions. his psychic powers are key to expressing himself.
I COULD GO ON… but i’ll just leave things here for now. to summarize: mob subconsciously uses his psychic powers to express his emotions, which is why suppressing his emotions also suppresses his psychic powers.
figure 1: a helpful venn diagram of things
which brings us to the REALLY SAD, BITTERSWEET, MOURNFUL TRAGEDY THAT IS 100% ECSTASY.
the fight against toichirou is possibly the first time mob has been able to fully utilize his psychic powers. the first time he’s had to, even. all the unconscious limits he’s put on himself – not allowing his psychic power to go free, stifling his emotions and powers – all come undone.
mob is allowing himself to be himself, wholly and fully. he’s removed his inhibitions. he’s running wild and free. he’s no longer expending energy trying to regulate his psychic powers – he’s allowing himself to feel. this intensity of emotion and action is something mob has never given himself before, and the freedom of it… feels good. incredibly so. he feels free, he feels alive, and toichirou – the only individual to ever stand on a level close to mob’s – understands perfectly.
this is a level of joy mob has never felt before.
the release of his psychic power even comes hand in hand with mob’s body language becoming much freer and more expressive than it is in daily life. look at him go!! mob, for the first time in years… letting himself feel the intensity of his emotions, just as they really are.
but of course his happiness isn’t going to last
because mob wants to be a part of society, and he thinks he has to keep his psychic powers sequestered away in order to do that. his greatest fear is accidentally hurting the people he loves with his own psychic power, and when he remembers that possibility…
the tragedy of 100% ecstasy is that – for just a brief moment, mob released himself from his self-imposed limits. for a moment, he let himself really feel, he let himself be, and in that moment he experienced a richness, an intensity, a moment of being so utterly present and alive that it brought himself to heights he’d never reached before.
and mob will never willingly allow himself to do that ever again.
He begins to seek Keith out in a crowd without meaning to. Eyes occasionally following him like they were magnetized, looking for the familiar waves that barely brush the high uniform collars. He looks for dark hair and dark eyes, crossed arms and a silent frown, stark against the sea of enthusiastic, starry-eyed cadets.
He feels drawn to him.
(Or, Lance falls in love with Keith during the time they spent together at the Garrison.)
Hey so I can’t connect to my internet on my laptop so I’m using the data on my phone to make this post so I apologize for the lack of a readmore cut but I can’t sleep because I’m thinking a lot about Loki and Thor: Ragnarok.
From the start, let me just say that I have never been a Loki stan. He’s a cool character but I’ve never felt the urge to excuse his actions. Loki has done some pretty terrible things.
That said, holy shit Loki’s arc in Thor: Ragnarok, y'all. Spoilers ahead, don’t read until you’ve watched the film!
In the beginning of the film, Loki’s big deception from Dark World is revealed, and he and Thor team up to find Odin after Loki displaced him to Midgard. Brief sidebar to say god bless the costuming department for dressing Thor and Loki when they’re disguised as normal people in New York. Thor looks like a Lands’ End catalogue model and the tumblr definition of “farmer’s market hot” and Loki looks like he graduated law school in hell, that all black suit is fantastic. They look like complete polar opposites, literally night and day, and I am living for it.
In any case, after a Strange diversion they find dear old dad somewhere near the sea in Norway, and what follows is a scene I deeply love for many reasons. Odin tells them he cannot go home because he is dying, and at several points he expresses how much he loves his sons, plural. Each time the camera cuts to Loki looking pained. I need to rewatch to fully absorb what Loki reacts to most, but he seems shocked by Odin expressing his fatherly love. It kinda cuts you to the core, how rejected Loki has felt until now.
Then we meet Hela. I think it is no coincidence that she looks strikingly like Avengers-era Loki, minus the gold. One of her first words to her brothers is “kneel” of all things. She very much mirrors what Loki used to be, a power hungry vision in acid green, with horns and all. If Loki had ever worn such amazing eyeshadow they could practically be twins.
Then the brothers get flung into space, and thus begins the whole Sakaar debacle. They’re both trapped on an alien planet, but while Thor gets captured and sold the Grandmaster to fight in his gladitorial arena, Loki has managed to worm his way into the Grandmaster’s favors to be seen as an almost equal. This is where Loki’s loyalties go back and forth. At some points he seems to be on Thor’s side. At one point he wants to stay on Sakaar and end his relationship with Thor permanently. That elevator scene killed me. The way Thor says “Loki, I thought the world of you” and “our paths diverged long ago” really hammers home (pun unintended) how Loki’s constant betrayals and trickery have driven a wedge between them. They can never go back to the way things were between them (even if a certain someone was a murderous S.O.B. at eight!! The snake story was hilarious but holy shit Loki. Loki was literally that kid from that one video. “Loki let me see what you have!” “A KNIFE!” “NOOO!”).
Back to seriousness. Ahem.
But trickery and betrayals aside, Loki does manage to come through by the film’s climax, delivering a ship for the refugees and reinforcements and proving he does have good leadership skills, even if it does end with him proclaiming himself as their savior. He does the thing for Thor (though I’m definitely convinced he was more than tempted by the Cheov’s gun that was the tesseract), saves the day, and they ride off on their spaceship to Earth.
By the end I think Thor has mostly given over to fondness for Loki, and I think the same for Loki. They’re all the other has left, all the rest of their family is dead, their world is destroyed. They hardly have a reason to hate each other anymore, and honestly at this point Loki is that one villain whose antics are mostly amusing and you end up loving him and feeling real sympathy for him, and he ends up on the good guys side. For Thor’s part, I think he grieved his dead brother after Dark World and truly missed him and is happy to have him back and in good(-ish) graces.
For Loki’s part…Loki is a truly complex and layered character. He wants recognition so bad you can almost see it coming off him. He definitely has his power hungry moments, but he’s mostly moved beyond “I AM A KING” and “KNEEL!” and kinda grown. Being disgraced and thrown into a jail cell and losing your only family will do that to a guy. He’s too damn clever for his own good, and it’s almost as if he can’t help tricking others, just like Thor can’t help but smash things and call forth lightning. That’s just their natures; Loki wouldn’t be Loki without a trick or ten up his sleeve. But Loki also wants love. He loves Thor, and Thor loves him. Interpret that how you will. Loki does want to be in his brother’s good graces, of that I am sure, but I also wouldn’t be surprised if he stole a certain blue cube off of Asgard before things exploded. I’m interested to see how THAT will play out, but however it does I think the brothers might actually face it as a team. For all his grey morality I think…I think Loki might be a good guy now. At least he’s redeemed himself in my eyes.
Now go see Thor: Ragnarok. It’s way funnier than I’ve made it sound, I promise. One of my faves for sure.
Preference~Prompt #59″I’m naked, can you grab me a towel?”
I had quite a few requests for this prompt so I decied to turn it into preferences. I hope those of you that requested it like it!
you yelled from the bathroom. You had been staying with the Curtis brothers for
the past two weeks while your parents were out of town. He came running to the
bathroom door as fast as possible. “Are you okay, did you fall?” He yelled panicked.
“Ya, I’m fine. I’m naked can you grab me
a towel?” “Oh, ya sure.” He blushed
handing you a towel and smiling shyly.
are you okay in there? You’ve been in the bathroom for a while.” He knocked
nervously on the bedroom door. “Ya, I just got out of the shower. I’m naked,
can you grab me a towel?” He slowly opened the door with his eyes squeezed
shut, towel in hand. “Thanks Johnnycakes.”
I’m naked can you grab me a towel?” “A
what?” “A towel.” You grabbed a towel
from the closet and walked over to the bathroom door. He opened the door and
tried to take the towel from your hands. Before you gave him the towel you
whipped him with it hitting his chest before dropping it in front of him. You wolf
whistled at him as he leant over to pick it up from the floor.
stuck your head around the bathroom door. “Hey, I’m naked, can someone grab me
a towel?” You asked looking at the boys standing in the living room. Dally got
up smirking but Darry walked past him slapping the back of his head and handed
you a towel. “Thanks babe.” You said pecking him on the lips before closing the
door to dry off.
naked, can you grab me a towel?” Dally asked walking out of the bathroom. “If I
don’t?” You asked teasingly smiling at him. “Then I’ll just be naked.” He
replied shrugging. “I think that will be harder for you than me, pun
unintended.” You said slowly running your hands up and down his chest.
Soda’s gonna be here any minute, I don’t want you to be naked when he gets
here.” You sighed and went to find a towel to dry your hair off from the
shower. You were about to give up and just go get dressed when Soda walked in
the front door. You screamed and slammed the bathroom door. “Steve! I’m naked,
can you grab me a towel?” You yelled leaning against the door. He groaned and
stood up making Soda help him find a towel.
I’m naked, can you grab me a towel from our stuff?” you asked wanting to get
out of the water. You had gotten extremely drunk the other night and agreed to
go skinny dipping with him. “No, you’re stay in the water. You told me you
were.” “I was drunk!” “Drunk or not, you agreed.”
I’m not gonna lie, but I was so excited to right this and now that I’ve got round to it I kinda forgot where I was going with them.
What I do know though, is that I may create another part for the older!bros if you guys enjoy this!
which I hope you do because god dang Older!Noct is just stuck in my head and he’s so gorgeous no matter how old he is…
Gladio is a very verytender man after making love to the one he truly loves and wants to be with. He’s the type to look at you with the most gorgeous gleam in his eyes that make you forget just how much of a powerhouse he is on the battlefield (and sometimes in the throws of passion). He’s caress your cheek so gently because he’s almost afraid that he’d accidentally hurt you, treat you like you were a fragile piece of china.
And he’d caress the ends of your hair before tucking the runaways that have fallen in front of you face behind your ear. He’d be smiling just as tenderly as his touch Of course, you’d smile right back and he’d only cup your cheek and press a kiss to you forehead, cheeks, nose and lips once you’d snuggled up to him.
There would be very minimal talking and it would depend upon how rough he was. If he was rougher than normal, he’d ask ‘you okay?’ rather casually. But it would break you into laughter or into a wide smile. Mainly because it would show that he wasn’t mad at you. That he still cared. Apart from that it would just be small things: looking back at the day just gone, maybe making a few plans for the future. After a couple of months there would just be the inclination of starting a family, though nothing would ever be set in stone considering his duty to the crown. But he never said no. He’d say ‘I’d like that’ or ‘sounds like a plan for when you’re ready.’ Because even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be the one lugging a child in his body. So it would be up to you.
After making love for the first time with him, he would be a little verbal after the act, making sure you were okay, that he wasn’t too tender or too rough. Because it was easy for him to miscalculate how he was in bed, it would have been very impulsive, so he’d need to get a better idea of what you truly liked.
Sometimes, the small talks would lead to another round. Because he would often tease you with chaste and sinful kisses.
He’d either hum or sing for you (he’s a good singer now) so you could sleep soundly. Because of this, you’d usually fall asleep first. But if he had an excruciatingly long day - both from guarding the prince and trying not to thin about you too much - he’d fall asleep because you would be able to notice his weariness, and you’d hum and sing for him instead.
On those days, he’d value your chest as his pillow, although you would be cradling his head in such a way that you breasts were his only pillow, and he’d let both your voice and your heart lull him to sleep.
Most of the time though, he’d refuse sleep until you were at peace in your slumber and he’d be holding you to him. Sometimes he’d even slip one of his vest tops on you so wouldn’t wake to a horrible chill at four in the morning.
Prompto would be a little similar to Gladio, but also entirely different. Sometimes there would be absolutely no talking because you would have fallen asleep, or the only talking shared would be from looking at the pictures he had taken.
But he would also be the master of teasing you. Not in Gladio’s style, but from just saying sweet things like ‘This is my fave photo of you from the day - the lighting captures your perfection so well and it makes you look so radiant’. But one that would always be with you was ‘the dawn makes you look like a goddess bringing in the new day. And the dusk makes you look like the same goddess waving farewell to the day. But the moonlight? That easily transform you into the most beautiful angel.’
“If I really am an angel, I must have done something real bad to be banished down here then.”
“That’s the most comforting thing you’ve ever said.” And, of course, he’d show you his best smile. “Because you loving me so much that you’d get banished to be with me makes my heart sing.”
And it would turn playful, mainly with tickle fights. Which, again, may or may not lead to another, more playful, round. Though they were very rare because most of the time you’d be far to embarrassed to even stay awake. Because you’d be hiding your face in his neck, and the feeling of his pulse on your temple would send you to sleep quicker than any lullaby would.
The after care after making love to you the very first time round would be a very concerned and embarrassed Prompto checking over you repeatedly. Because it was his very first time of having a sexual encounter. And he loved you so much that he just wanted to make sure he did it right to your tastes. But goddamn he needn’t have worried about that. But worry he did and he’d only stop once you pecked his lips. But whether you then treated him to a round is entirely up to you. Because, he wasn’t gonna turn it down.
Ignis would most certainly be the type to pillow-talk. Because making love with you would also build a bond of faith and trust between the two of you. And it would be the only time he’d be sober of caffeine for him to not only feel drowsy, but far more relaxed. But maybe that would be because he couldn’t be mum friend to you without feeling absolutely mortified. Mainly after making love you.
It is a well known fact to you that he has perfected the skill of intense love making. He’d take slow to a while new level but it was also known to you that he could be rough. Depending upon a - how long you’d been oh-so-casually teasing him - and b - how long it had been since you two had been able to have time alone.
It was a must-do thing to ask if you were okay after, but he didn’t make it a rarity either. But he would make ask if you wanted anything before going to sleep: a glass of water, a window upon, a blanket and so on.
Regardless if you wanted anything or not, talking was a must. At first he was against it, but you told him ‘you always take on everyone’s burdens, now let me take on yours. What’s the point of fighting alone if you know you’ll be stronger fighting with another?’ And suddenly it became a thing.
Sometimes the talks would be trivial, sometimes they would be deep. Sometimes they were happy, other times they were just goddamn depressing. But what didn’t change was his actions during these talks.
He would just be holding you to his chest, either talking softly or listening intently, and he’d be looking at you with his piecing green eyes looking at you so gently you could feel his soul embracing yours. At first it was a very strange feeling, but you quickly learned it was because his eyes looked so much brighter without glasses that they just drew you in.
After the first love making ‘session’, he visibly flushed at your staring and he legit pouted when you found it amusing. Of course he played it behind his typical Ignis sarc, but he couldn’t keep it up forever. And he soon just stared right back at you, right into your eyes, and then chuckled when you flushed.
Although he didn’t seem like the Ignis everyone knew and loved, he really was. But he had just adopted a side he would only ever show you on a common basis. And when he unintentionally showed it to you in front of everyone the next day, Noct was the first to say ‘I think he needs a doctor’ and check his temperature. And it was somehow comforting….
Anyway, moving back to the point at hand, it’s also a well known fact that he really doesn’t get that much sleep. So the pillow-talk helps him get sleepier than Noct and having sex you definitely uses all that caffeine. Rest assured that he will be a lot happier the following morning. And he would be looking so radiant that the boys will just know what you had done. And no one really wanted to know apart from Gladio, who always asked the most disturbing questions which would always be accompanied by Noct and Prompto’s gagging noises.
Noctis is another barrel of fish - pun unintended. Now, people like to think that he’d just fall asleep ridiculously quickly. Don’t get me wrong, that is definitely one of the most common occurrences. But he is also the most willingly to have a mess around and stay up until you grew tired: which could be anywhen.
His aftercare definitely depends upon the situation.
Had a relatively easy day of just driving around the place? He’d fall asleep without even knowing he’d closed his eyes. Most of the time on top of you. Just spent all day in a royal tomb over run by daemons? He’d do a little talking. Just a lot of I love yous.
But on days where everything just weighed him down? On days where he just wanted to break down? Aftercare would be full of sentimental value. Although he’d just put forward insecurities and where his heart on his face - sometimes he would actually go into silent breakdown mode - he wouldn’t talk about them in so much detail. Because just thinking about them would hurt.
But if you were injured slightly? He’d gently tease you after it all. If you had just recovered from a nasty injury? He would be blaming himself and he would literally vow to you that he would never let it happen again.
If you had scared him on more than one occasion throughout the door - like jumping on his back and yelling ‘IMPERIALS WANT OUR BLOODS TODAY’ - he will be extra silent on you whilst curling up to you.
But each scenario always led to the cutest things. Noct was obsessed with playing with your fingers. He’d hold your hand, fiddle with your fingers, kiss your fingertips and then and he’d weave them with his. If he was cuddling up to you, he’d put your hand on his head and you knew you’d have to play with his hair. If he was the one to hold you, he’d bury his face in your hair, rest his chin on the crown of your head, play with your hair. But both circumstances also had him smiling so tenderly at you, had him pecking your lips, the backs and palms of your hand. And he would always fall asleep holding onto your hand.
And the only times he would ask if you were okay with the intercourse, would be during it.
But you can rest assured that he would definitely be extremely smiley the next morning and oh em gee he would be absolutely adorable all day. Well, until some silly sausage would be evil to him. Like you saying he should drive for a couple of days because Iggy had pooped himself out so badly that he was ill.
That’s right. You also wanted people to get used to his driving. Because you found it so entertaining. You strange person.
For the anon who wanted some insecure!dan leading into some good ass lovemaking. (Pun unintended)
Genre: angst, smut, fluff
Word count: 933
Warnings/tags: insecurities, insecure!dan, lovemaking, vanilla, reference to being unwanted or unlovable, goodboyfriend!phil, no condoms but they’ve been together a while and they are consensual and aware, phil cums inside dan hehe, I’m tired of making dan have girly moans sorry it’s unrealistic to me, also phil kinda moans a lot because I feel like he’s a moaner,,,, heheheheh that’s all
| MAKE ME FEEL YOUR LOVE |
“Dan baby, could you hand me-” I see dan on our bed, he’s snuggled into my sweater and his cheeks and red and blotchy, obviously he’s been crying. Rushing over to him, I squat down by the side of the bed, gently pushing his soft hair from his forehead, “Hey, baby, what’s going on right now?”
He sniffles, “Why do you even love me? You could do so much better! I’m all fat and u-ugly.” My heart clenches; this boy.
“Dan, listen to me ok?” He nods, “You are so insanely beautiful sometimes I genuinely can’t stop staring at you. I’m lucky to have you! Not the other way around. You’ve got the most amazing and soft, curly hair that I just want to run my fingers through all the time, the most warm eyes, dark eyelashes I would kill for, and your body is so nice, wanna touch you all the time, all soft and curvy, so much for me to grab, hmm?” Dan’s blushing like mad as I began kissing around his face. “Cutest little button nose,” my lips land on his, “softest lips I’ve ever felt,” I trail down to his neck, “so sensitive for me,” making my way down to his stomach and sucking and nipping at the flesh there, “all squishy and soft.”
“Phiiiillll,” Dan’s breathy whine pushes past his lips, hands reaching to tangle in my hair, “Please please make me feel good.” I hummed, reaching a hand to play with the rosy bud of his left nipple.
“Prettiest little nipples.” My other hand leisurely moves to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them to push them down along with his underwear until he’s naked hips down, I quickly fix that, pulling the sweater over and off of his head.
“You, want you undressed too,” Dan pleads breathily, lips poured just the tiniest bit. Quickly, I’m shedding off my shirt and standing up to peel off my lounge pants and boxers, my pale, purple veined cock springing hard and free to slap curved up against my taut stomach.
Reaching over, I clumsily open the bedside table drawer, grabbing what felt like- and luckily was- the bottle of half empty strawberry lube, popping it open with urgent, slender fingers. Once I thickly coated my fingers in the slimy substance, my hand traveled down dan warm and slighted pinkened skin, skimming just barely at his leaking cock and over his perineum, swirling teasingly around his tight ring of muscles causing his hips gyrate, pushing back onto my hand. My first finger found itself two knuckles deep in Dan’s warm opening, though not alone for long, quickly joined by another as I begin scissoring them, his velvet walls loosening and thighs shaking.
When he’s stretched to three fingers comfortably, I kiss my way up between his legs, using the excess lube to coat my well endowed length. Landing my lips on his, his legs wrap tightly around me, his arms doing the same around my neck, keeping close, only pulling back to gasp when I slowly push into him, immediately aiming for and hitting his prostate softly.
Mind you Dan and I were anything but vanilla, but I could sense tonight was all about just us, nothing extra necessary. I was steady in my thrusts, hitting his prostate dead on, my own moans mixing with his, breaths washing together in the most enticing way and heat burning our skin where fingers gripping and lips kissed. I looking into Dan’s eyes, “Close,” he whispered, walls clenching and toes curling, face and upper body flushed, skin damp, hair curled all messy just the way that reminds me of it in 2010.
“Fuck, come on Dan, feels so good, gonna cum too, cum with me.” I’m rambling but neither of us note, I’m taking Dan’s slick with precum dick into a loose fist and tugging in time with my strong thrusts.
Dan’s breathing halts for just a moment, muscles tightening - /all/ of them, trust me - before he’s spilling over Phil’s fist, body shaking and spasming, throwing Phil over the edge just after him, their groans loud and rough, “Fuck, Dan,” phil’s croaks, throat tight, he’s spilling into Dan, and he knows Dan can feel it, hot, thick, and deep inside of him, as Dan’s sucks in a breath, clenching around Phil, legs and arms pulling him closer, hands tangling in his hair.
When Phil starts going soft, he pulling out of Dan with a certain lazy gentleness one can only achieve in the haze of post orgasm, body still twitching with the aftershocks. He doesn’t bother to clean them up, and he knows they’ll light heatedly bicker about who let them sleep in such a stick mess, Phil ultimately giving in and kissing Dan in the shower as he washes them up, but that’s a moment for tomorrow.
“Love you more than I can express, Daniel. You must know.”
“I know. Love you just as much, if not more.” A small smile settles onto Dan’s lips, leg thrown over Phil’s hips, and head on his shoulder, arms tucked between them as Phil’s settled onto his back, arms wound tightly around Dan, legs tangled with Dan’s free leg.
“It’s impossible, and I’m sure you’ll argue me over it tomorrow, but right now, I just want to sleep with you.”
Dan hums, kissing softly at phil collarbone, “Don’t let me forget.”
“Never.” And Phil isn’t sure if Dan’s referring to Phil’s irreversible love for him, or the playful argument saved for the early morning glow, but neither will Phil let Dan forget for even a moment.
SORRY! So sorry hat I haven’t been active in the means of writing and putting out my own stuff! There are some things I wasn’t really too sure about and didn’t have any ideas on but I’m working on a sequel for “It Feels Right” if anyone’s interested in that,,, ALSO PLEASE SEND SOME COOL AND CREATIVE PROMPTS :)?))????(((((????!!!!!!! K thanks :):
There’s so much potential to the Fallout universe, there’s an entire continent to explore, and pretty much anything can happen. There’re so many different locations, ideas, cultures, concepts and creatures that could happen in the Fallout universe.
And Bethesda is (in my opinion) totally wasting it.