OH SO FRUSTRATED

There's this added layer of sadness to the Sole Survivor that I've never seen anyone talk about, and that's the fact you as the protagonist haven't just been stripped of your identity not just in a metaphorical sense, but a very literal one as well. Despite being frozen for 210 years, the world before would still be fresh in your mind.

Imagine walking down into The Third Rail for the first time to hear the angelic singing of Magnolia echoing throughout the establishment, and as you turn the corner to see her performing in the spotlight, your expression immediately changes as you realize... that's your dress she's wearing.

You're in Diamond City and head over to the office to talk to Mayor McDonough about asking permission to check out Kellogg's house, and when you're talking to Geneva at the front desk you notice she's wearing your mother's necklace. Or worse, you bump into Ann Codman and she's the one wearing it, and you barely get a chance to get a second glimpse at it before she huffily walks away.

You see old memories of yours for sale that you can't buy back because you don't have the money, finding belongings of yours in the most unlikely of places. Things of yours owned by people who can't be convinced that those items are still yours to you, because they can't believe you're really from all those years ago so they mock you instead.

Seeing old photos of you happy from your life before, being placed among photos of other people in buildings being used as some kind of decoration. A bitter realization and a constant reminder that you, the things you use to associate with and the people you use to associate with really are just relics of the past.

scemo sonia

omg someone reblogged my deacon post and said he’s a horrible liar and i could not agree more!!!

especially i think after he gets comfortable with someone truly and deeply, and he lies about something and because the SoleSurvivor is like his closest companion (the love of his life perhaps) they know he’s lying. and they stare at him, and he stares back blankly, then his mouth starts to twitch, forcing back a smile. his eyes will flick away from theirs and he’ll quickly turn around and walk away as he tries to pull it together and Sole is left laughing at how ridiculous he is.

i also imagine that’s why he’s so paranoid about giving you his “reset code” bc he set up a great lie (not really lol) and now he’s scared that Sole is gonna think he’s a complete ass for lying about that when it’s meant to be a test and a joke. I personally haven’t read it in my play though so he’s always coming up to me asking frantically if i’ve read it and my Sole just looks at him with the most amused look bc he KNOWS deacon is full of shit, so he doesn’t even bother to read the code.

He’s also a bad liar because he just goes too hard on the details and everyone can tell when he’s starting to make things up. it’s less lying and more, embellishments, at least that’s how he likes to look at it. When he talks about Sole though, oh my god the other members of the railroad can’t tell if he’s being funny or if he’s truly in love with this person. the way he tells tales of their heroism, saving his life and wiping out thousands of synths and raiders, just sweeping him out of harms way.

this is of course only when Sole is not around. and if anyone slips out word about deacon’s damsel in distress stories, he’d deny it until his last breath. red in the face and unable to meet their eyes when they ask with a teasing tone, a flat “No.” drops out of him before he scatters to find who the hell told Sole about that.

so yeah, deacon truly is more himself than he ever means to be and i love that loser so much <3

Title : The end

Characters : Aizawa shouta/ fem reader

Genre : angst/ imagines

Note : The events occur after the Jaku hospital raid.

Part 2

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Okay but imagine..

Shōta is sitting on the edge of his hospital bed, a vacant look on his face. He has just lost an eye and a leg in the last battle, and probably the ability to use his quirk any longer.

He hears a commotion outside of his room before you storm in and stand a few feet away from him:

_ "Shōta, you're finally awake. I thought I lost you. You were unconscious for days."

You sob, still not believing that your man is finally back.

He says nothing, the vacant look still present on his face. You walk up to him and hug him lightly, careful not to disturb his fresh wounds. But he doesn't hug you back like he always does..

You pull away and look at his face, he says nothing..

You understand that what happened to him can be too much to bare, so you don't question him and simply smile reassuringly.

You lean in for a kiss, but before you could reach his lips, he speaks: "Leave."

You stop dead in your tracks, eyes wide and a lump growing in your throat: "Shōta.."

He finally looks at you before continuing in the same monotone voice:

_ "It's over for us."

...What?

_ "I'm breaking up with you if that's not already clear."

...No it can't be. Is this a joke?

_ "To tell you the truth, I've never really loved you to begin with."

...That's not true, he's lying right?

_ "It took me a near death experience to finally realize that I don't want to waste what's left of my life with someone I have no feelings for."

You're trying to speak, to say anything, but your mouth is dry and your thoughts are foggy. You search his expressions for any signs of wavering but you find none.

He presses the nurse call button and asks the lady to escort you out.

You say nothing, you're unable to anyway. The only thing you can do is cry as the woman drags you outside.

Little did you know, his words tortured him more than they did you. He loves you too much that it made more sense to let you go than to burden your heart. Because in his own disturbed mind, he's not even half the man he used to be...

He breaks down right after you leave his room.

I may or may not have broken my own heart a little bit with this one.

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This is definitelyyy something I feel vulnerable by sharing because I feel really guilty for asking for help like this, but - this is extremely life-changing news for me, let alone *what it is*, which is my top surgery.

I wrote a very sappy very candid explanation in the link itself, where donations are open too.

If you donated a lot of money, that'd change my life. If you donated a penny, it'd change my life. if you reblogged this post, it'd change my life. you don't know how much it would mean to me if you helped me. so thank u<33

Hey friends. Do this:

This probably took this person 3 seconds to do but it immediately told me that they liked my story enough to come back and read it again and they liked it again the second time.

Your favorite writers Do Not Know that you think about their stories after you read them. I generally assume that my stories make people happy for the few minutes they’re reading and then they never think about it again. To know that that’s not the case and that someone has returned just makes my little heart swell with joy.

I needed this today. If you’re the person who left this comment (or if you’ve ever commented on any of my writing) I love you.

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Here’s a little Art Tip about a very specific part of the body. Pop a squat and see how it looks on you.

What if I took the badly written lesbian and made her my own. what then.