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If you’ve ever taken a road trip through the pacific northwest, you’ve probably seen a bumper sticker for a place called “Gravity Falls”. It’s not on any maps, and most people have never heard of it, some people think it’s a myth. But if you’re curious, don’t wait. Take a trip. Find it. It’s out there somewhere in the woods. Waiting. art credit

#self promo tag #{places this on dash again}#{dipper has become my son ??}#{courier's still on hiatus I'm thinkin}

HIATUS

hey guys, so I haven’t been doing a ton on here lately, and I haven’t had much motivation to actually write these days. I’m dealing with some issues at work and it’s really killing my muse, so I’m gonna take an eensy hiatus until that’s all sorted out, probably until tuesday or so. in the meantime, you can hmu on skype (though pls attach a URL if you add me). I’ll be back soon, guys, I promise, but for now I just need to officially declare myself on hiatus to reduce my stress.

#♠┊NOT A MAILMAN — (ooc post)#{I've been shuffled around a lot}#{and now it's biting me in the ass}#{and I just can't really write rn}#{but yes even if we've never really talked}#{just come chat with me}

@thewanclerer || starter call (accepting)

practiced fingers trace the weapon in her hands, wandering over the worn contours she’s come to know all too well in the last six years. it’s been jamming more and more lately, though it’s been holding up well given its excessive use. her holorifle was her pride and joy, the trophy from the sierra madre she’d prized the highest and a reminder of the misery and horror she’d faced there. she found solace in the fact that she could use something from that hellhole for good. with her, she still carried backups, in case it finally decided to fall to screws and scrap in her hands. a magnum on her hip, a shotgun for close encounters, and a modified gauss rifle for the more dangerous threats were among her favoured arsenal, but none had served her quite as well as her holorifle. she’d be able to fix it no problem, but finding the supplies to do so was becoming increasingly difficult. ( she used to be good at this. ) with a sigh, andie glanced about diamond city’s dark, mostly empty market. she could easily go and scavenge, easily just head out into the new wasteland with one of her backups, but something felt WRONG about exploring at night without her trusty holorifle. “ don’t s’pose you’ve got any duct tape to spare, hey? “

#thewanclerer #♠┊NEW PACKAGE — (starter)#♠┊CROSS COUNTRY COURIER — (fallout 4 verse)#{omg hi !!}#{don't worry about matching length or anything}#{I got a teensy bit carried away}#{also sorry for the wait on this :/}#{but !!!!}#{here's a starter !!}

“ I’m not judging, but you do know that jet is made from BRAHMIN SHIT -- right? “

#♠┊UNCLAIMED PACKAGE — (open)#♠┊SPEECH SUCCESS — (chat)#{hey here's a short little thing}#{your muse doesn't have to use jet}#{maybe they just picked some up}#{but need I remind you guys}#{about jet's origins from fallout 2}#{omg myron tho}

@yxtes || starter call (accepting)

“ you headin anywhere in particular? “ she liked to take to the roads still, walking the mojave with another perspective. it was as close to a home as she’d ever had, the longest she’d lingered in any place before moving on. the communities she’d formed and the communities that had formed her -- to see them now was important to her. “ I can point you in the right direction, if you need. “

#yxtes #♠┊NO GODS NO MASTERS — (independent verse)#♠┊NEW PACKAGE — (starter)#♠┊MOJAVE EXPRESS — (short)#{I saw you posted a fallout verse !!}#{but yes here's a sorta generic thing}

HEADCANON: PARENTS AND CHILDHOOD

I keep trying and failing to write up a proper headcanon post so here’s a placeholder thingy for now about andie’s parents: her father was an NCR ranger from baja territory and her mother was a doctor with the followers of the apocalypse from the boneyard. they both left their respective organizations in favour of travel, fell in love, had a daughter. father’s name is miguel farren, mother isla harris. a lot of the courier’s lifestyle is taken from her parents and their own wanderlust. she grew up travelling and helping people where they could. her parents were mysterious about their past and andie didn’t know a whole lot about her own history. her exact birthdate is unknown, but she was born in the late 2240s.

#♠┊THAT YOU DO NOT KNOW YOUR HISTORY — (headcanon)#{there's more details I wanna add but}#{here's a little bit of info on her parents}#{I do wanna figure out a birthday tho}#{I'm thinking like 2248}#{but idk when exactly}#{I wanna pick her out a zodiac sign first}

@atomiccourier || starter call (accepting)

the air rushes from her lungs in a gale force, a huff the likes of which she seems to be doing more and more often these days. exasperation is quickly becoming her default state of being. sure, it’s the wasteland, but that’s no reason for things to be as absolutely unreasonable as they are. a single gloved hand brushes against her duster in and attempt to remove the radscorpion guts that now adorn it. that’s one accessory she’s got no interest in keeping. gaze flickers from herself to her scorpion slaying partner, nose wrinkling at the sight. “ you, ahh, got something on you. “

#atomiccourier #♠┊NEW PACKAGE — (starter)#♠┊MOJAVE EXPRESS — (short)#{hello hello !!}#{so since we both have AUs for other couriers}#{I left it fairly open}#{so it could go either way}#{feel free to take it wherever tbh}#{but hello !! here's a thing}

happy valentines day !!!

{omg tho we’ve known each other for too long now and this is perfect. absolute perfection. ellen ily and pls don’t ever change you precious child.}

#♠┊NOT A MAILMAN — (ooc post)#{you've had merida for longer than any muse I've had}#{and I just admire you}#{so much}#{and love you}#{ya big fat nerd}#{I'm p sure you've followed every single one of my blogs}#{and are probably one of the only ones}#{and I respect you for that so much}#{and appreciate it more than you could know}#{ily ok ??}#{happy v day darlin}#submission

{new people !! hello. like for a starter, mutuals new and old, and I'll do em when I get home from my cousin's}

#starter call tag #;mobile #{yes hello nifty peeps}#{let's write together}

crowmasked-blog

• hello there! i haven’t seen your face around here before, you’re new to the commonwealth, aren’t you? oh, i bet you are. i also bet that you’d like a tour of the city! diamond city, i mean. the city we’re currently in. but, uh, you.. probably already knew that, didn’t you? • –––– @mojavebound // liked,

mojavebound-blog

“ -- yeah. new. that’s me. could, ahh, do without the tour, though, I’m pretty good at sniffing around new places myself. though I wouldn’t say no to a rundown on who’s important around here and what’s all going on around the commonwealth. or, at the very least, if there’s anywhere to gamble around here. “

#crowmasked #♠┊SPEECH SUCCESS — (chat)#♠┊CROSS COUNTRY COURIER — (fallout 4 verse)#{yes hello !!}#{ahh the rambling's fine}#{the courier can handle rambling}#{.....to a degree}

mojavebound-blog

HEADCANON TO DO LIST

aka little courier things I have yet to write up but will eventually: - ed-e’s travels with the courier postgame and where it is now - family history, heritage and past that the courier doesn’t know but the writer really should - feelings on the brotherhood of steel and her thoughts on their actions in the commonwealth - things she knows really well and the gaps in her knowledge - habits and quirks - the extent of herknowledge of the vault dweller and the chosen one - expand on her reaction to becoming legendary - relationship with the smaller factions - likes and dislikes - scars and marks and such - relationship with her (now deceased) parents - a bunch of other things I can’t think of rn.

#mojavebound #♠┊NOT A MAILMAN — (ooc post)#{I added a couple more}#{note to self: do these}

both the MESSENGER and the message.

#fallout rp #fallout 4 rp #new vegas rp #video game rp #courier six rp #♠┊ATTN: COURIER FOR HIRE — (self promo)#{I made a new one}#{wanted to try a bit of a different style}#{oops forgot the link I fixed that now}

@kempybowe gets a thing for no reason

“ is your bow really an effective weapon? it seems a bit -- cumbersome. “

#kempybowe #♠┊NEW PACKAGE — (starter)#♠┊V: MOJAVE MYSTERY — (undeterined verse)#♠┊SPEECH SUCCESS — (chat)#{even tho I'm sure you know nothing about fallout}#{but here's a random thing}#{bc I miss writing with you ya nerd}

@bvtchman || starter call (accepting)

hooded eyes glanced around, lingering upon each of the patrons briefly before moving onto the next. there was a time when she’d go from person to person, practically demanding their life stories, but for now she was content to sit and observe, hunched over what could only loosely be referred to as a drink. the courier nursed the bitter concoction, resisting the urge to curse every foul sip. the sierra madre martinis tasted better than this swill, but at least it got the job DONE. a long, deep sigh rattles in her ribcage as she runs her fingers through her hair. they catch in the tangles like a creature trapped in brambles, but she withdraws them and makes a mental note to wash it later. “ I need two things from this place -- a decent DRINK and a hairdresser. “ her priority was the former, but she was close to losing hope on that front to be honest. “ don’t spose you know where I could find either ?? “

#bvtchman #♠┊MOJAVE EXPRESS — (short)#♠┊V: MOJAVE MYSTERY — (undeterined verse)#♠┊NEW PACKAGE — (starter)#{hello hello !!}#{have a generic ish thing #{hope this is alright}#{they can be wherever tbh}#{I could plop it into an fo4 verse or something}#{whatever works !!}

mister-new-vegas

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Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, this is your humble host, Mister New Vegas - thanking you for staying tuned, and keeping me company; because without you, I’d be terribly lonely. It’s been a long day, the sun was burning bright, the temperatures were sweltering, and the strip was buzzing. Hopefully your day was as great as mine, folks. If not, well, there’s always tomorrow. It’ll be a new dawn, a new day, a new life for all of us, and remember New Vegas. I’m only feeling good, if you’re feeling good.

#♠┊RADIO NEW VEGAS — (music)#{yes good}#♠┊GOT LIVES IN QUEUE — (queue)

wandercr-archive-blog

Her spine stiffened at the mention of the eyebot, memories coming back just as sharp as they’d been ten years ago. Eliana hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the Enclave since late 2277, but she didn’t put it past them to be cooped up somewhere, waiting to strike. Shaking her head briskly, she returned her thoughts to the conversation at hand. “You…have an eyebot? It’s probably from D.C, then. The Enclave used them when they occupied the Capital Wastes,” she rubbed absently at her arm as she spoke, her expression rather uncomfortable. “I suppose they’re probably harmless now; there’s no Enclave propaganda to broadcast these days.” So she hoped. Seeing the little bots still made her uneasy. “As for the Brotherhood,” she began, crinkling her nose. “They’re – well they weren’t always this way. Now, we spout PEACE as we arrive in a glorified balloon-turned-warship.” A roll of her eyes punctuated the state- ment. Their hostility to the Institute was justified, but everything else — The bigotry and undue judgement? The desire to KILL anything that wasn’t whole-heartedly human? That made her sick. Her eyebrows shot up in shock as her new acquaintance continued. She hadn’t really pinned her as the vaultie sort, but this wasn’t what she’d expected to hear, either. “Shot in the head?” she echoed. “That’s…pretty impressive.” She itched with curiosity, but pushed away the temptation to drown the woman in a flurry of inquiries. Eliana could still remember how she’d felt after her two week slumber post-Project Purity’s activation, and she knew that poking and prodding – figuratively or literally – wasn’t what anyone wanted, no matter how long it’d been since their near-death experience. “That beats my ‘getting my Pip-boy for my tenth birthday’ story by a mile.”

mojavebound-blog

for a large portion of her life, the enclave had just been a word, one whispered throughout california that had lost a lot of its power, but still seemed to strike a fear into the hearts of the older population. her father would talk about them from time to time, and a story about a tribal and an oil rig from just before she’d been born. the story had cemented this tribal in legend, though no two versions were ever the same – her favourites were told in new reno, always the most fantastic there. but until her time in the mojave, the stories of the enclave had been just that – stories. but there were remnants, people who had considered themselves patriots once, otherwise good human beings serving a flag they believed meant something once. for all the horror stories, the courier stood conflicted on the enclave. “ E-D-E. I call it ‘eddie.’ some kinda prototype specced for battle. duraframe. it’d been sent west to navarro base – on the coast, I think – by a dr whitley at adams airforce base. donno if I’d call it HARMLESS, since it’s handy in a fight, but it’s definitely not evil. promise. “ she tilted her head a bit at the blonde’s words on the brotherhood. the chapters out west were kinda dicks, bit like these guys were. to imagine they were once heroes seemed a bit difficult to grasp. but, of course, stranger things’ve happened. “ yeah, the head shooting was – kinda shitty, actually. trust me, sometimes boring is better… “ surviving the gunshot wounds was far from the most impressive thing she’d pulled off in the mojave ( and area ) but there was peace out east – peace in anonymity. she liked being the newcomer, being divorced from legend. being HER, she would help where she could, but she would admit that taking a backseat felt good. “ so you came up from DC with the brotherhood ?? got your own business in the commonwealth, or just along for the ride? “

#wandercr #♠┊LONG DISTANCE DELIVERY — (para)#♠┊CROSS COUNTRY COURIER — (fallout 4 verse)#{don't worry TOO much about matching length}#{I have a tendency to ramble}#{esp with more open ended characters so yeah}#{also if eliana wants to know anything about andie}#{she'll have to pry}#{the courier isn't the most forthcoming about her past}#♠┊GOT LIVES IN QUEUE — (queue)

changeinmanagement-archive-blog

He hadn’t been in a hurry to get anywhere. Neither was she, for the moment– a moment that, Yes Man would acknowledge, was rarer and rarer these days indeed. There was still so much to be done. And even now, though she was technically here and at a standstill, it didn’t take a robot to recognize that her mind was just not catching up. He could usually relate to the feeling.

It’s when the courier remarked that the gun in her hands was a mess, that Yes Man only just caught a screw with the tip of a pincer as it nearly tumbled off the edge of the table. He gently rolled it back to her– wondering if she’d even noticed him there. The chuckle that shook his metal shoulders was light, and if the tone of his voice gave any indications it’s only that he seems happy to help.

“You could say that again! I’m sure we’ve got one or two things around here that we can spare. I’ll have a Securitron take a peek at the armory right away!

I don’t suppose there’s anything else I can help you with, Andrea? You know! Maybe with things around here, or with Vegas, something that might be on your mind…”

His tone was innocent enough– after all, he was just trying to be helpful. It wasn’t at all like he was curious about anything the courier might have been mulling over in her head. Of course.

mojavebound-blog

she blinks a few times, slowly first, before her eyelids flutter -- as though the world is coming back into focus. her gaze flickers from the gun to the smiling securitron, her brow creasing a bit as she looks him over. it’s a moment before her thoughts settle, returning her to reality, and her expression softens slightly. a sigh heaves in her chest, and as she lets out a slow exhale, the exhaustion that she’s been working so hard to ignore starts to wash over her. running her fingers through the tangles in her hair, the courier sucks her teeth softly as she gives the gun one last forlorn glance. she’s good, a regular jury rigger, but some things were beyond even her abilities. perhaps she’d have some luck were she focused, but for the moment, she was content to give the pile of metal and screws a venomous look before sighing sharply and shoving it away. “ thanks. I’ll just -- leave it for now, before I break it even more. “ if that was even possible. she shrugged, wincing slightly at yes man’s use of her full name. she should have never given that to him. the longer she went on, the less connection she felt to it. she’d never liked andrea in the first place, but she found herself preferring anonymity, content to be referred to as just THE COURIER. “ it’s just andie. please. “ any words beyond that catch, stuck in her throat as she struggles to continue. she’d made evasion something of an ARTFORM. “ I’m -- it’s nothing. really. just... thinking. making some decisions is all. “ big ones, not to be taken lightly. she had no illusions about what was at stake here.

#changeinmanagement #♠┊LONG DISTANCE DELIVERY — (para)#♠┊AIN’T THAT A KICK IN THE HEAD — (game verse)#{don't worry about length}#{I understand I'm trying to get back into writing paras too}#{I'm definitely chill when it comes to this stuff}#♠┊GOT LIVES IN QUEUE — (queue)

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