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❝    𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋   𝐈   𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒   𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ,    𝙸   𝙶𝙾𝚃   𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴.   𝙸𝙽   𝙰   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙿𝚂   𝙾𝙽   𝙿𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙼𝙴   𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳   𝙱𝚄𝚃   𝙸   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳   𝙼𝚈   𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 ,    𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐈   𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓   𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 !   ...

ind.  𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚁   𝟼    of    𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚄𝚃:   𝙽𝙴𝚆   𝚅𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚂.    multiverse   &   multiship.   very    crossover   friendly. [ 𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑   𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 ! ]   penned   by    𝙲𝙾𝚈𝙾𝚃𝙴.

𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃    |    𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚂   |    𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂    |    𝙳𝙾𝙲.

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𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝙰𝚄.   . . .   𝘍𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘉𝘐𝘙𝘋.

For   a   long   while,   the   ranger   was   thought   to   be   a   𝘮𝘺𝘵𝘩   of   sorts.   An   old   fighter   that   ran   with   those   with   powers   all   over   but   belonged   to   no   one   group.   A   nomad   in   𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵   form.

While   some   doubt   his   existence,   there   is   evidence   of   him   throughout   history.   It's   unknown   where   he   came   from,   who   he   is,   or   if   he   even   has   powers.   But   his   ability   to   continue   to   come   back,   regardless   of   damage,   and   continue   to   hold   his   own   among   some   of   the   best   heroes   of   his   time   makes   him   a   powerful   ally.

Which   is   what   made   his   appearance   at   Shroud's   re-entrance   into   the   picture   all   that   more   meaningful.   𝙷𝚎'𝚜   𝚊𝚗   𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗   𝚘𝚏   𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜,   always   showing   up   for   the   fight   before   anyone   else   seems   to   know   they're   in   for   it.

Brandishing   his   grappling   hook,   and   sniper   rifle,   it's   clear   he's   playing   for   𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴.   ( don't worry, he's saving the real bullets for Shroud ) His   talents   lie   in   tinkering,   hand-to-hand   combat,   vigor   and   movement.   Although,   he's   been   known   to   talk   himself   out   of   situations   somehow.   Some   wager   he   has   crazy   tech   wired   to   his   brain   to   translate,   others   say   he   uses   a   notepad.

One   thing   is   for   certain   though,   this   wildcard   troublemaker   is   right   at   home   on   the   Z-Team.

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𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛   𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚜   𝚒𝚗   𝚊   𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍   𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑   𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔,   the   Deathclaw   felled   finally   giving   way   to   a   silence   that   he   knows   well.   a   silence   that   follows   him,   stays   in   his   wake,   no   matter   how   he   tries   to   fill   it.   the   wild   spirit   of   the   mojave   didn't   know   how   to   stand   still   ...   (   𝚘𝚛   𝚜𝚘   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜   )

powerfist   spattered   in   new   gore   finally   slipped   off   like   a   weight   being   lifted   and   yet   he   doesn't   look   any   less   intimidating.   blood   and   dust   and   chips   and   scrapes   grace   his   mask   all   make   it   clear   he's   seen   this   sort   of   carnage   before.   the   way   that   vivid   red   adorns   the   blazing   light   of   his   visor,   it   makes   him   look   more   closely   related   to   a   creature   like   the   Deathclaw,   than   Lucy.

the   silence   feels   heavy,   like   waiting   for   the   other   shoe   to   drop.   fingers   itch   to   flick   through   his   pip-boy's   radio   in   desperate   search   for   something   to   lessen   the   tension.

&    𝚠𝚑𝚘   𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎   𝚝𝚘   𝚋𝚎   𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑?   𝚊   𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠   𝚘𝚛   𝚊   𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛? (   𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝   𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍   𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠 .   .   .   )

𝚊𝚕𝚕   𝚊𝚝   𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎,   𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚜   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎   𝚝𝚘   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚟𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝   𝚍𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛   𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔   𝚘𝚏   𝚊   𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚙.   the   gravel   crunches   beneath   the   boots   of   the   stranger,   footfall   heavy   and   the   worn   coat   billowing   amidst   the   slight   breeze.   approaching   simple   as   ever,   as   if   he   didn't   just   run   out   of   ammo   and   decide   to   beat   the   apex   predator   to   death   with   his   nightstalker   nipping   at   its   heels.

there's   a   moment   of   silence   as   he   peers   down,   appraising   her   or   perhaps   waiting   to   make   a   move?   it's   impossible   to   tell,   𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎   .   .   .   gloved   hand   reaches   out   to   offer   a   hand.

𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛,   𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛,   𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜   𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜   𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚗   𝚘𝚗   𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢.   scampering   around   behind   the   man   hissing   and   rattling,   fussing   at   the   stranger   until   he   uses   his   other   hand   to   wave   them   off.

@33goosey

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things have been wild between work & raising some pups but like this for a starter and I'll write up something next time I have the chance!

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the way s1 ep7 of the Fallout show got me wojak pointing at the screen.

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not me randomly remembering courier the other day and just missing him and Fallout NV like nuts ourgh.

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streetknown​:

It’s pretty awkward just sitting there, gun in her hand, boots kicked off to the side with the soles of her feet bleeding through her thick socks. She’s waiting for the stranger to say something, to try to bargain with her so she doesn’t end up shooting him. Thankfully for him, the curiosity she feels is the very same thing that keeps him from getting a bullet to the brain. Those bright blues of hers watch his every movement carefully, as minimal as they are. Were she a couple years younger, she would have shot him the second he reached into his coat. What the fuck?

“What, you can’t talk? Shy, or what?” Slowly, she lowers her pistol, biting her lip. She’s not a great reader, but she’ll try. Wants to see what his deal is. “Go on, big guy. Can’t promise I’ll be able to read. Gonna try.”

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚏𝚞𝚕   𝚊𝚜   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚗,   knows   well   what   pulling   open   his   coat   would   mean   normally.   always   a   difficulty   when   it   came   to   communication   in   a   world   like   this   --   luckily,   strangers   usually   made   it   pretty   clear   how   they   felt   about   you.   pulling   forth   his   notepad   he   offers   a   little   wave   of   his   hand   as   silent   thanks.   some   gentle   scribbling,   the   sounds   of   which   are   nearly   lost   to   the   shuddering   of   the   walls   and   windows   as   the   wind   beats   against   them.   turns   it   to   reveal   his   message.

❝   don’t   mean   you   any   harm,   just   need   a   place   to   stay   until   the   storm   lets   up.   soon   as   its   over   I’ll   be   happy   to   hit   the   road.   could   pay   you   for   the   trouble   if   you   want?   ❞

𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚊𝚕𝚕,   𝚑𝚎   𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢   𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜   𝚑𝚊𝚍   𝚊   𝚋𝚒𝚝   𝚘𝚏   𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜   𝚘𝚗   𝚑𝚒𝚖.   he   scavenged   most   of   the   things   he   needed,   only   ever   really   needing   to   buy   ammo   when   he   couldn’t   craft   it   himself.

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" they will love you. i promise. "

𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢   𝚑𝚊𝚍   𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗   𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚊𝚗𝚢   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚊𝚕𝚕   𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜   𝚘𝚏   𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗   𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝   𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜.   on   how   to   take   care   of   them,   and   possible   threats   to   look   out   for.   the   most   worrying,   however,   was   how   this   infant   may   perceive   him   should   he   keep   his   mask   on   as   he   normally   does.   albeit   the   mask   is   a   comfort   for   him,   the   terror   that   grips   him,   that   his   child   might   be   frightened   by   the   ghastly   sight   of   him   just   as   so   many   others   had   been   at   first,   is   a   fear   he   cannot   so   easily   shake.   the   followers   had   informed   him   on   how   important   facial   recognition   and   body   language   is   for   infants,   would   his   lack   of   it   be   deemed   frightening?   cruel?   would   he   be   inadvertently   a   bad   influence   on   his   child’s   most   crucial   developmental   years?   and   what   of   when   they   age!?   It   was   nearly   too   much   for   him   at   first.   the   idea   of   having   to   completely   abandon   his   mask   was   dizzying,   but   if   need   be   then   he   would   work   towards   it.

𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢,   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛   𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝   𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎   𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚍   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝   𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.   despite   how   stoic   the   courier   seems   to   think   he   is,   there   is   very   little   time   in   between   that   he   is   completely   unreadable.   flustered   at   his   own   concern   being   realized,   he   can   feel   a   steady   heat   creep   upon   his   cheeks,   flooding   across   his   hidden   complexion.   abrupt   does   his   gaze   lurch   to   him   oliver   in   response,   hanging   on   every   word   just   as   he   always   does   but   ne’er   treating   it   like   some   hidden   sermon   or   communion.   too   often   did   others   take,   take,   take   from   him,   he   thinks.   and   now   here   he   is,   fumbling   at   the   precipice   of   some   great   change,   needing   to   be   coddled!   how   embarrassing.

𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑,   𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚠𝚊𝚢   𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜   𝚝𝚘   𝚑𝚒𝚖   𝚜𝚘   𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢   𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜   𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝   𝚊𝚜   𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢   𝚊𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢   𝚑𝚊𝚍   𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝   𝚞𝚙.   expelled   in   a   mere   moment,   by   the   breath   of   a   lover.   a   shaken   exhale   finds   its   way   out,   muddled   behind   the   mask   as   he   lowers   his   head   a   bit.   truly   a   sight   to   behold,   he’s   certain,   the   spirit   of   the   mojave   and   man   of   legends   quaking   at   the   idea   that   he   very   well   may   not   have   a   good   first   impression   on   his   infant   child.   an   impression   they’re   certain   to   forget   as   they   age,   yes,   but   still!   his   hand   overlaps   the   other’s   own   before   he   sets   the   book   down   and   begins   to   sign.

❝   I   hope   so.   I   just   ...   want   to   be   ready.   ❞

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― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

[text ID: This is my last message to you: in sorrow, seek happiness.]

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“Lemme guess– lookin’ for shelter from that incomin’ rad storm? Yeah, don’t give a damn. Got here first, and y’know what? This place ain’t got enough room for one more, especially not with your goddamn size.” Okay, there’s definitely enough room for one more person– hell, even two or three more– in this run-down storage house. Weird place to find in the middle of the wasteland. She thinks it was attached to a car back in the day and it fell off. Doesn’t matter. What matters is that no one else was supposed to be here. Vera has been walking for days on end and damnit, her feet are bleeding and she’s exhausted. She just wanted to take a nap while the rad storm blew over. Seems like that’s asking for too much nowadays. // @courierd​

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𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚞𝚗   𝚝𝚘   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛’𝚜   𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚗𝚎𝚠.   winds   of   the   mojave   abandoned   for   the   bite   of   rad   storms   here   in   the   commonwealth.   far   be   it   for   him   to   be   done   in   by   a   storm,   rather   than   the   crushing   weight   of   what   makes   or   breaks   a   man   like   him.   ducked   in   just   in   time   to   be   met   with   the   barrel   of   a   gun   trained   firmly   upon   him,   figures.   the   first   person   he’d   met   in   the   commonwealth   thus   far,   and   they’re   already   threatening   his   life.   yet   he   finds   some   kind   of   comfort   in   the   fact   that   people   are   more   or   less   the   same   everywhere.   gloved   hands   raised   in   a   sign   of   goodwill,   silently   attempting   to   reassure   that   he’s   certainly   not   aiming   for   trouble.  

𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚖   𝚘𝚏   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖   𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍   𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎   𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛   𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑,   𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚝   𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢.   reminds   him   of   home,   a   harsh   pluck   along   those   heartstrings   at   the   thought   of   a   place   he   could   never   forget.   hidden   eyes   skim   over   the   duo’s   surroundings   as   she   speaks,   finding   nothing   to   indicate   more   than   one   person   was   here.   at   least,   he   hoped   not.   next   came   the   challenge   of   trying   to   communicate,   without   frightening   her   into   fighting.   pulling   his   coat   open   he   gestures   at   the   notepad   with   his   free   hand,   slowly.   the   top   of   which   peaks   forth   from   the   internal   pocket,   a   quiet   means   of   trying   to   ask   permission.

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peter quill dancing to “come and get your love” in guardians of the galaxy has massive courier 6 vibes and I will not be taking constructive criticism on this.

[courierd]

peter quill dancing to “come and get your love” in guardians of the galaxy has massive courier 6 vibes and I will not be taking constructive criticism on this.

[courierd]

🌈 developing friendship

delivery no.   684914833690427392. always   accepting.

Loving the growing friendship aspect for these two! Weather going the course of   “two couriers with their own goals”   or not, I could definitely see a lot of interesting dynamics and possible interactions. Especially given my funky little man’s penchant for stomping legionaries, and absolute thirst for revenge on Benny to the point that it’s both terrifying and debilitating.   ( see joshua graham & his need for revenge ) 

I would love to see these two interact, bonding over mutual trauma possibly only to slowly realize that their differences outweigh the similarities. The idea of the fate of the Mojave putting such a strain on them both as they aim to do their own thing would be really nice. Especially because they both have the aim to do good by the people there, but in such very different ways. It could lend itself well to some good angst and I am looking hugely.

Also, loving that after the events of their own stories they both head to the commonwealth. Truly some spiderman point meme type beat there and I am living for it

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RELATIONSHIP TYPES

Send one or more emojis ( + descriptions ) for the kind of ship/dynamic you’d like to write with my muse! ( for multimuses, please specify. )

ROMANTIC

❤️ committed, romantic relationship 💘 friends to lovers 💔 used to be together but broke up ❣️ skinny love 💗 slow burn 💌 one muse has a crush on the other muse 💕 mutual pining 💝 romantic relationship of convenience 🏫 highschool sweethearts 💒 arranged relationship ( dating, engagement, political, etc. ) 💋 one-sided romantic relationship ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver ) 🖤  lovers to enemies 🤍 enemies to lovers

SEXUAL

💖 a sexual relationship that could turn romantic 🧡 friends with benefits 👄 a sexual, non-romantic relationship 🏩 sexual relationship of convenience 🔥 unresolved sexual tension 💟 developing sexual relationship ( may include romance ) 💞 one muse approaches the other out of convenience ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver ) 🔪 enemies with sexual tension

FAMILIAL

👪 biological family 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 adopted family 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 family by choice/found family 👩‍👧 older/younger siblings 👭  twins 👥 cousins or extended family 👣 estranged family/feuding family 👨‍🏫 one muse is a teacher/mentor for the other muse ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver ) 🚸 coworkers like family 🟡 family out of circumstance ⚪ pretending to be family

PLATONIC

💜 friendship 💙 queerplatonic partners ( an intimate, non-romantic committed relationship ) 💚 friends like siblings 💛 childhood friends 💧 friends due to traumatic experiences 🤝 coworkers ⛔ reluctant friends ✅ enemies to friends 🌈 developing friendship ☀️ friends of circumstance 👔 strangers working together ☕ one muse works in service of the other ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver ) 🕴 partners in illegal activities 👯partners in crime trope ⚡ sparring partners 🩹 friends forced to work against each other 🟥 one muse makes a deal or contract with the other ( magic or non-magic. ) ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver )

ENEMIES

🦴 mortal enemies 💀 enemies ⚔️ rivalry  🗡️ one-sided rivalry/grudge ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver ) 🧠 enemies as narrative foils 💬 enemies because of conflicting ideologies 🤫 one muse is secretly an enemy/traitor to the other muse ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver ) 😨 one muse is using the other muse for their benefit ( specify which muse, Sender or Receiver ) ❌ guilty by association 🚫 friends to enemies 🪓 occupational enemies 🩸 enemies tolerating each other for a common goal ⚫ enemies using each other out of convenience ⬜ coworkers who hate each other