It came to me in a dream but imagine with in-game proximity chat the prime assets could hear you and especially if you said their names. (Imagine they had voice lines if you said their names.)
Coyle:
-That's sergeant to you!
Mother Gooseberry:
-Dr. Daddy I think I can hear them. "Well yeah, because they're talking, Phyllis"
Franco:
-Yeah? Don't wear it out!
The Kress twins:
(I don't know enough about the twins to nail it)
-Sister dear, do my ears deceive me?
-I think I heard them over here, lover
Sister Liliya:
(I'm not confident about sister Liliya 😭 but you can imagine and come up with your own)
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Unfortunately my phone went for a swim and I don't wanna jinx anything so, posting is probably gonna be nonexistent until I sort everything out. But in the meantime be fed with doodles.
Warning I am and was not fully awake when I was writing this so possible cringe warning and probably out of character.
"Test tube children"
A thought occurred to me about Murkoff potentially creating clones or sum shit something they would probably do. The perfect modified human being for all their twisted experiments.
But then it led to "would they clone the prime assets and or expop" so then came the scenario of the prime assets being shown their little "clones" in the works, probably floating in some ominous green fluid stereotypical I know.
Coyle probably scrutinizes the little thing, the last thing he needed or wanted was a child even if it's supposed to be a clone of him, I could see him putting out a cig on the glass.
Gooseberry would coo and aw while tapping on the glass to see if it'll react meanwhile Futterman is probably making fun of it or some rude remark about how dumb and squishy it looks.
Franco is conflicted he probably never really wanted kids yet somehow he managed to make this after being told he'd probably be nothing but an attack dog in life, granted he didn't have to do much other than the doctors using his DNA.
The twins would probably be over the moon as per their voice line(s) about being parental and having kids sure it wasn't in a way they didn't expect but it's a Kress nonetheless!
I'm not entirely sure how Liliya would react, but probably detachment, the only thing a clone of her could ever be is the next Messiah if she were to fall. I could see her trying to mold and make a perfect little mantis out of the clone. Someone needs to lead the flock if anything were to happen to the Shepard.
And in a half awake state another thought came to me "what if it was like those celebrities meeting puppies" I imagine that after a few months and at the stage where the test tube children are crawling and the prime assets have their weapons confiscated and in return they get to sit around with their clones knowing they'll probably be their replacements if Murkoff actually didn't mess up and the clones are healthy or as healthy as they could be, it's Murkoff let's be real.
Feel free to add on or call me cringe
I need to go back to bed, I need my phone taken away from me
I wanna "play" dress up with Franco bc I've been thinking about drawing him in other clothes especially Franky's outfit nothing but an unbuttoned shirt, speedo, and a gold chain. Maybe I'll get around to it later or at least make a sketch.
I had a dream and I don't remember the full thing but what I do remember is me grabbing a premade waffle out of the freezer and putting it in the toaster and Franco just looked at me like I disrespected everyone and everything telling me to "Make some waffles from scratch you fucker" only for me to tell him off with "then why are there waffles in the freezer in the first place?" He ended up shutting his mouth and I woke up.
I'm gonna say this for a hick jr convo
Seemed like a very spiteful conversation between a father and their child
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I think it's really funny that almost all the fan made children and or siblings for Franco are genetically better than him, and there's nothing wrong with a character having or not having the birth defect too. But it's funny when they're taller and conventionally better looking than him and it can make for funny dialogue and whatnot.
"You see dis? (Franco slaps em like a car salesman) I made dis, came from my own fuckin balls... I don't know how though. Everything fuckin skipped (pauses to look at them) me I guess."
At some point do you think he'd pull them down or get a step-stool to be on the same level?
"Listen here you scab mother fucker, just because you're taller than me don't mean jack shit."
Free write/rambling I did based on @palesweetscherryblossom Havana au. The bar is low for me with writing, don't expect anything good or decent. I just wanted to write, and this happened. i've tried to post this in the past and tumblr kept crashing T-T
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I'm probably just a chud for this
You can tell me to never write again btw
Your adoptive folks decided to head to Cuba to celebrate the anniversary of them adopting you 'course that could've just been a lie since they got a package deal at the cost of staying at some casino mixed hotel, some promotional advertising they had going on. But beside the point you were here and the stench of smoke hits ya hard as you entered the front doors, the small coughing fit caused some drunken men to chuckle atcha while they played slots. You shuffled behind your family taking in the wide-open floor, slot machines on both sides lined up in rows that just seemed to go on, next was the tables;
blackjack, roulette, you name it, it was there. You did however bump into your father before you realized you guys had reached the hotel desk to check into the room, while your parents conversed with staff your eyes wandered back to the casino section the bright lights led up to a darkened, curtain drawn area overlooking the casino floor a private room of sorts, perhaps something you shouldn't be seeing but of course the only thing you could was the the glow from lit cigarettes...
There was someone up there; you couldn't see much just some bright red gloves on the edge of the railing one holding onto a cigar the other mindlessly tapping an index finger. Unfortunately, your parents dragged ya to the elevator before you could get a better look at the mysterious villain-Esque gloves. The days blurred together, your parents gambled and drank more than they should have and you were given a few bucks but it's not like you could really buy anything around here, security wouldn't let you near the bars even if it was for water so you wandered around the building. There was a small garden section, but it was crowded with lovey dovey drunk couples, so wandering it was.
Left to your own devices you inspected the architecture, the murals on the walls and ceilings down the little details on the fish carved pillars that seemed to hold up the ceiling. Lost in your lil exploration you bumped into a stout man about your height, his off-white suit seemed a little big on him, his appearance was jarring his bulging blue cow eyes, yet somehow red and bloodshot, the thin tufts of dirty blonde hair that barely covered his head, and not to mention the lumpy 'n angry red right side of his head. You jumped to stop staring and put your head down and apologized profusely. He told you to stand up right and look him in the eyes while you apologized. You did so, and he accepted the apology. Something flickered in eyes he shook his head for a moment before he questioned you, like your name, how old you were, and who you were with. You hesitated because ya know 'stranger danger', he chuckled and told you he owns the place and that he likes to check in with his guests 'gotta make sure they're comfy'.
You slowly pointed to your adoptive parents in the casino area by the slots before quickly slinking off to stand next to them for protection even if they were a bit tipsy and right now, they pushed you away a bit, telling ya to go play, maybe they were stupid or too drunk to realize that this wasn't a place where a child could just 'go play'. After a few hours of watching your parents gamble, they finally got tired enough (from losing) to head back to the hotel room. It seemed that some things around the room had been moved around; perhaps the cleaners came in earlier. Your little one eyed white and brown spotted rabbit plushie sat on your bed, slumped over a lil the blue bowtie was new maybe the cleaners thought he needed a new one. He has been looking a little worn and ragged, and even though it was a bit too big for him, but he's adorable, nonetheless. Your mother scoffed, asking why you still had the damn thing it was old, worn, and stitched up, and yet you argued that he was loved. She argued back that you couldn't even remember its name and that it's garbage and you could just get a new one. You went to bed stewing with some resentment towards her; you kept your cries silent as tears soaked into the rabbit's little body, your tears dried as you drifted off. Later in the night you stirred when there was a noise at the door. You slept through the whole ordeal only for your eyes to flutter open to someone petting your hair and a soft voice asking if you've been crying. You jolted up when you realized it was the man from earlier; you kicked away the blankets as you curled up in a ball you noticed your adoptive folks were on their bed tied up and panicking.
"Answer me, sweetness, did they make ya cry?" You started to cry from how scared you were and perhaps that was bad 'cause he took that as a 'yes'. He scooped you up in a firm grip and took you out of the room and some men went in once you were down the hallway. You thrashed, you fought, you screamed, and you damn well tried to bite.
