So I was designing a bag to be fallout new Vegas themed (the satelite is meant to be like the one to start Old World Blues) but I don’t know what else to add to this and it looks plain with just this. Any ideas?
i thought I’d add like the projection of the eye from the satellite but that might look odd without a full background. Any thoughts are appreciated. Also doesn’t have to just be old world blues based but in general ideas relating to fnv.
Pls... Your art style is so good and you draw Ulysses perfect perfect. Can you draw Ulysses getting a hug but he's so stiff and awkward because he isn't used to it but still appreciates it?
The duster Ulysses gives you after lonesome road, did he make it when he met the courier, after ashton and hopeville blew up, or after the courier talked him down? Cause each has their own implications that are equally funny
a courier. wore an old world flag on his back. he was the one who pulled me out there, told me where elijah had gone. helped me heal up, listened to my story. he… sympathized.
I will never not think that the entrance to the divide is hilarious because like (and I mean this with the utmost respect to this guy because I genuinely love his character)
my man Ulysses was setting up a way to meet the courier. And he just like paints all of these signs outside of the entrance? My dude was sitting out there spray painting “Courier Six?” all huffy and mad like “ugh this dumb dumb courier and they’re still not coming to the Divide and why are taking so long >:(“. And like all the right to him to be mad but It’s just really funny to imagine him furiously painting out there. Arguably more funny to see these around the actual divide because my dude stopped in the middle of like dangerous places just to try to be ominous. “You can go home courier” meanwhile you’re like beside a marked men camp.
And like the whole “You can go home Courier” in red and underlined?? It feels like he’s like an English teacher telling me off for my writing. Except he’s telling me off for exploding the divide. So… more justified I guess. Also like what if I do go home? Then what?
Wait unless he means “home” as in “the divide” because he does reference the divide as your home? In that case I guess I could go there?
Anyway I love this guy so much he’s so silly
Fallout New Vegas characters and whether they give me a cat or dog person vibe:
Arcade: Dog. I think dogs usually have the right amount of energy that he needs in his life. Doggie would be able to get him to go outside instead of just stress over work and stuff.
Boone: …dog. Mostly because it’s more practical because (in the course of the game, at least) he’d not really staying at home and cats aren’t really… combat-y? but when he settles down would for sure be perfect with a cat, because he’d respect its boundaries for petting and whatnot.
Cass: Doesn’t really like either, but more of a dog person because she’d get mad when a cat throws stuff on the floor (especially glass). A dog would also probably be better for being on the road. Probably thinks that cats are cuter, though.
Lily: …cat. She’d be able to get any kind of animal to act more affectionate, but I think she’s just generally more of a gentle person so cats make sense more than dogs. Maybe a small dog.
Raul: Cat. But narrowly, and only because cats are more of independent pets and taking a dog out for walks everyday would kill his legs. He’d dogsit though.
Veronica: Loves them both pretty equally but would probably like a dog more specifically because living with a dog would be more active.
(Other characters just for fun):
Benny: ….cat. I don’t have an explanation for this one.
Yes Man: This cutie of a robot would like any animal. He’d have a pet Deathclaw if he ever left Vegas (after numerous attempts and many destroyed securitrons). He gives me more of a dog person vibe, but realistically, if he had a pet, I think it’d be a cat because they don’t really seek out pets as much as dogs and Yes Man’s “claws” (or whatever those things are called on Securitrons) aren’t the most comfortable for petting.
Ulysses: Cat. Listen, he’s like all intense (in a good way, I think) and a bit angsty and I think a cat could help while also acting like a calmer pet for him. Specifically like if this man had like a kitten? Like here’s this big-scary villain guy who wants you dead and his… little kitten. It’s cute. I’m just saying.
Christine: Dog. First of all, it’d be perfect because Veronica and Christine would like the same type of pet. Second of all, I think after all her trauma, she needs like an energetic doggie to get her out and about (listen, like a sweet golden retriever or something).
Dean Domino: I don’t think he’d really like pets for the fact that the fur would get all over his suit, but if he got one, it’d be a cat. They clean themselves, don’t really leave that much fur on his suits, and are more sparse with affection.
add your own opinions if you want to I kinda want to know what the general consensus of what people think is. Also because I think the topic is funny.
(but a day late because I had a lot of work to do)
Someone made a post talking about photographs in the wasteland for Ulysses Week and like??? I never thought of that before??? Very interesting tho so here’s my courier making Ulysses take a selfie with her after the battle of Hoover Dam.
Word count 481, actual fic under the cut. A vague idea of how I think Ulysses viewed the Divide and Courier prior to the Divide’s destruction.
Side note but I think it’s really interesting how Ulysses refers to the Divide as a place that could’ve been home, but he specifically says that Dry Wells is no longer home. Makes me wonder what the Divide and its people were actually like to make him like it so much.
enough rambling, here’s the fic:
Under Caesar's orders, all couriers were to be kept alive: any could be Caesar's eye. Still, there were not many couriers that would have made the trip to the Divide, whether eyes of the Bull or not. It would have been remote, still, had Caesar not already known it to be a new supply route for the Bear. Caesar's call for its destruction was in the making, what with the Bear's claws deep in the rocks of the Divide; its people, staking their claim, already walked among the remaining of the settlement.
It had not been Ulysses' task to be an eye for the town, either. It didn't stop the call to return, however, which came in the whispers of the Divide; the Divide, which had so easily taken him in- like family, or perhaps simply enlivened by a new presence, one not bearing the flag of the Bear. Maybe, too, they hadn't figured him to be a bearer of the Bull- seen the flag on his back and took it as a symbol of their own.
Before the Bear, and before the Bull, they were the stitching of their own flag, tried by wind and dust, trembles of the earth, but withstanding. Larger than the Bear, greater than the Bull, livelihood unlike both. The Divide had its own voice, tempting people back in.
Its call came in the form of a Courier: like him but not like him in all the ways that mattered.
They walked the west, came stalking in like another great gust of wind, saddled with one package or another on the trip, sometimes with none at all. Different: their form of cheer, not afforded anymore by the Bull, nor the Bear. Same, however, was that walk of purpose, as if the Divide had called them, too. It hadn't been the first time he'd followed, careful in the shadows, in their footsteps.
As the locals had with him, they accepted the Courier again with open arms; calls of greeting, cheer lost to the wind. As day turned to dark winds of night, the Courier had not left. Not likely that they were an eye for the Bull, too attached. The Bear, perhaps, what with their dutiful bows to its people. Different, their acceptance of its fanged hold.
When dusk broke to dawn, dawn to morning Mojave heat, the Divide once again roused. The Bear woke with it. The Courier, did, too. Not far into the day did they walk back the way they came, gone again until the Divide's call was strong enough. Different, that they could walk away so easily to return again.
In their loss, Ulysses returned. The Divide, as it had before, accepted him like another gust of wind: natural, integral to the Divide's storms. And the winds, as they had been before, were a breath of fresh air not afforded by the war.
