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sporadically-writing · 2 years

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Lady of Tales

“And you remained here... all this time?” The Lord of Dreams slowly approached the guest in his realm.

“As soon as I heard and found the state of the place” The Lady of Tales responded.

“Why? This realm is not your own.”

“I am well aware of that Lord. I do not have a realm at all. I am no queen or ruler of any type. However, I will remind you, sir, that your realm is where many tales either begin or find their home. I refused to sit idly by and not lend a hand where I could.”

Dream of the Endless glanced around Lucienne’s library. While most of the Dreaming was in ruin when he returned, the library was nearly perfectly preserved. Aside from the occasional cobweb, cracked window and broken tile, not a story was out of place.

The wandering woman grazed a hand along the shelf closest to her. “Lucienne knew more of this realm than I did. She knew best how to keep things throughout the realm while I saw to her beloved library.”

“I am certain that your fondness for it helped matters” Morpheus said, remembering the being across from him’s favorite place from her many visits prior to his imprisonment.

She chuckled, a light and free type of sound that the King of Dreams and Nightmares vaguely remembered with the smallest hidden beginnings of a smile. It was nice to know that not all things changed in the course of a century.

“It is a relief to know that the king has returned to his kingdom. There is much work to be done, I know. But the worst the Dreaming has seen is hopefully behind it. I do not wish there to be any more trouble here.”

“That journey starts with the reclaiming of my tools... If I am to fix things here, I will need them.”

“You could always take me with you” she suggested.

“No.”

The Master of Stories however had already opened one of the books from her centuries old backpack, one she had made for herself since the beginning of humanity. A place to keep her things as she traveled, collecting and preserving the stories of humans.

The journal was old, not nearly as old as any of the tools Morpheus needed to seek out, but it was an impressive old thing. The pages that held words, featured the names of various places in beautiful calligraphy, the ink shimmering slightly. The woman procured a pen from one of the old holsters on the side of her bag. She quickly wrote a word and smiled at the King of Dreams.

“And when has an utterance of that word ever stopped me?” She did not wait for the Endless to answer, instead sending him a smile and wink. “Give Lucienne my goodbyes and my best. I’ll being seeing you soon.”

The journal closed and she was gone in the blink of an eye.

Morpheus sighed, what would come would. He’d see her again on his journey, that was certain. There were other matters to attend to at the moment.

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#master of stories #courier of fables #lady of tales #dream of the endless x reader #dream x reader #morpheus x reader #the sandman x reader #dream of the endless x oc #dream x oc #morpheus x oc #the sandman x oc #the sandman oc #the sandman #x reader drabble #oc drabble #drabble

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drawingdaimon · 1 year

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so i’ve committed the cardinal sin of playing fallout new vegas and ruining all other video games for myself

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the-lord-of-the-things · 1 month

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Riding the Rails

#courier micky #did I research railroad hand/lantern signals for this? Yes. Yes I Did.#a few nights ago as I was comin out of a dream #I suddenly had a very intense mental image of a western desert post-post-apocalypse set game #using steam locomotive driven trains that you flag down as the fast travel mechanic #along with mounts like horses and a motorbike to get around otherwise cause even half conscious I realized that could be a lil annoying #just as a gameplay mechanic #fnv but with more horses and trains (as it should have) and less nukes since the apocalypse for this setting felt like more of #climate and/or tech (either in the form of mass tech failure or a tech that ended up damn near destroying civilization)#so everything is hot and dusty and there's a cultural preference for non electric tech mostly as a justification for the steam choo choos #trigun 98 meets f:nv meets century of steam ass setting #and I think this might morph into Micky but with the serial numbers scraped off's new home setting #still a courier but instead of being a travelling medic he's a travelling engineer #both the train kind and the machinery and tech kind #puttin all this in tags cause it's still half baked and not ready to be spread around much methinks

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ghostfaceapologist · 6 months

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“This is Mr. New Vegas here to remind you that you’re nobody ‘til somebody loves you, and that somebody is me. I love you.”

It’s my 23rd birthday and Fallout New Vegas’ 13th anniversary!! So happy to share a day with my favorite game of all time :)

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#shooting at the missle silo was a dream #my face #my cos #i can’t beleive im 23 tho #fallout #fallout cosplay #fallout new vegas #fallout new vegas cosplay #fnv #fnv cosplay #courier 6 #my courier

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imperial-agent · 13 hours

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this was inevitable, do not percieve me 😩🔫

#fallout: new vegas #delete later #personal #that one dream i had today involved me doing missions for mr house he's truly broken down all my defenses if he;s in my dreams #ordering me around too............ but this mod is very tempting.......... for multitude of reasons..................#but mainly in character for the courier which seduced benny just to kill him and this apparently offers a way to kill him like that too hmm

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cannieclownery · 3 months

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Very rough comic because I wanted to jot it down before it left my mind, but I've been thinking about Cian and this poem...

#fallout new vegas #fallout oc #courier oc #Wanted to explore what was going through his head while he was laying in his own grave #what do you dream about when youre in and out of consciousness?

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averagepsychouser · 8 months

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The fact that Arcade never really trusts you hurts me so bad.

I mean, he spills his guts to you about his backstory and the Enclave and still doesn’t trust you enough to stay with you afterwards.

As much as I would love to romance this man, from his previous comments I don’t think he could ever even trust his partner.

#a man can dream #arcade gannon #arcade israel gannon #i love him so dearly #lovers make poor confidants #I want to study him under a microscope until I understand his character to the fullest extent #sometimes I feel like this mf uses me #but it’s okay because I love him anyways #fallout new vegas #arcade fnv #fallout nv #fnv arcade #courier six

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teecupangel · 8 months

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Once upon a time in the quaint village, there lived a young mail courier. He was known for his unwavering dedication to his job, delivering letters and packages with a smile to every doorstep. One day, an urgent message arrived at the village, instructing him to embark on a long journey to a distant town where a crucial post office awaited.

The mail he carried was no ordinary mail; it held the hopes and dreams of the villagers, connecting loved ones and spreading joy. The journey to the post office was not an easy one, as it spanned through vast meadows, dense forests, and treacherous mountains. However, he was determined to fulfill his duty, knowing that the letters in his bag held significant meaning to the recipients.

With a firm resolve, he bid farewell to his family and set off at the crack of dawn, his loyal horse carrying him through the countryside. Along the way, the courier encountered various challenges, from wild storms that soaked him to the bone to a broken bridge that forced him to find an alternative path.

As the days turned into weeks, he faced moments of doubt, but he never faltered. The thought of the smiles on people's faces when they received their letters and packages kept him going. Each night, he would rest under the starlit sky, reading letters from his own family for encouragement.

On his journey, he met fellow travelers who shared their own tales of hope and love, making him realize the profound impact his job had on connecting people's lives. With newfound determination, he pressed on, even through the darkest of nights and the coldest of days.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the sight of the town appeared on the horizon. Exhausted but elated, the courier and his horse made their way through the bustling streets, guided by the townsfolk who welcomed them warmly.

The post office in the town was a grand building with ornate architecture, a symbol of communication and unity. As he entered, he handed over the carefully protected mail, knowing the importance of each letter entrusted to him. The postmaster was grateful for his perseverance and dedication, acknowledging the role he played in bringing happiness to so many.

In one of the letters is said: "what would happen if Desmond can turn into Eren's founding Titan form? Doesn't have to be an aot au. I bet it would be very funny lmao XD"

Alright, let’s talk about how we can do this. So we’ll give Desmond the Founding Titan’s powers but keep him in the AC world. (unless someone wants an AOT AU or a Desmond get isekai’ed to the AOT world AU)

So, first, let’s clarify what the Founding Titan’s powers would be now that there’s actually no… you know… Titan in AC (have spoilers for AOT, I guess):

The Founding Titan can create and control other Titans who are Subjects of Ymir. In this idea, you might think that means Desmond should be able to control those with Isu blood but I suggest a different idea: Desmond would be able to control humans in general but the more Isu blood one has, the harder it is to control them. (We’ll get to why we’re changing it this way in a bit). As for the creation part, since we’re not giving Desmond the ability to create Titan (I mean, we could), we’ll make him able to create ‘monsters’ instead. To be more specific: he can manipulate human genes and change them to whatever he liked, although it might be easier for him to change them lightly (like perhaps giving them the ability to access Eagle Vision) or to keep them more human-like (like say… a minotaur or a gorgon or a werewolf… if you catch my drift). This will also be the equivalent of the Founding Titan’s ability to change the body of the Subjects of Ymir (which, when you think about it, Titan creation is a subset of this ability anyway).

The Founding Titan can manipulate memories of the Subjects of Ymir. This means Desmond would be able to change or add or even remove memories of humans, even going as far as give them fake memories if need be.

The Founding Titan can telepathically communicate with Subjects of Ymir so I guess we’re giving Desmond telepathy as well.

The Founding Titan has the ability can influence the past in some way but it cannot completely change the past. It’s a bit complicated so we’ll set this up different with Desmond using one specific device: The Animus.

Of course the Founding Titan can only be used completely by those with royal blood so we’re making Desmond’s Isu ancestor be one of the Titan children of Gaia and Uranus. We actually have two main candidates: Iapetus whose sons were called mankind’s ancestors and we’ll translate it to Iapetus’ children being one of the Isus who helped humans during the war, turning their backs against their fellow Isus. Perhaps one of Adam and Eve’s children would marry one of Iapetus’ sons in this scenario. Another candidate is Hyperion who fathered the three children and lights of the heaven: Helios, Selene and Eos. Of course, we’ll pick Helios as Desmond’s ancestor to further twist the knife of Desmond dying from the solar flare or, if you want to be kind to him, we’ll give him Eos as a symbol of an upcoming dawn.

Now that’s done, we’ll talk about why those abilities might sound familiar…

They’re all ‘powers’ that Kassandra actually sees during her travels. To be more specific, she encountered mystical beings being controlled by Isu artifacts (that may or may not be Apple, we’re not completely certain that the Apple was able to change them or if they’re being used to simply control them after their change, the human experiments of Juno and Aita in Atlantis would point at the latter) which means that Desmond’s Founding Titan powers are powers that Juno and Aita were trying to recreate.

This is why Desmond’s Isu ancestor being Iapetus makes more sense because all of his powers are to subjugate and control humans, not Isus.

And then we come to the power to change the past which isn’t something that Desmond could actually do until he comes in contact with the Animus.

To be more exact, the Animus used by Vidic still holds the POE that he had used to develop the Animus in the first place because it was the prototype. The POE reacted to his Founding abilities that had been dormant until he got into the Animus.

And this is how Desmond would be able to change the past.

By connecting to his own genes, he’s able to contact and even control to a certain degree the actions of the people who share the same Iapetus genes as him.

However, we come to a certain… shall we say ‘snag’ in this idea.

Because Desmond has two different bloodlines that, as far as we know, does not intersect.

Altaïr’s bloodline that comes from his mother and the Auditore-Kenway bloodline that came from William Miles.

This means that we have to choose who would carry the Iapetus bloodline. Of course, it’s me, so you know I’m going to suggest Altaïr but I have another reason other than the fact that I will always choose Altaïr given a choice.

Altaïr is someone willing to make a deal with Desmond in exchange for the safety and happiness of his family. Once Desmond learned of the truth of Altaïr’s future, he could use the Founding Titan’s power to contact Altaïr and to help him change the past in exchange to being Desmond’s ‘prophet’. Using the Founding Titan’s ability to change human composition, Desmond could change Altaïr to be immortal until all their work is finish and Altaïr would agree to it. Desmond’s connection to Altaïr would give Desmond a direct way to change the past, slowly unraveling the entire road that the Isus wished him to walk.

The path that would end with a noose tied to his neck as the sun burns him away.

And, of course, we have the Founder Ymir being the ‘helper’ of the one who holds the Founding Titan.

And who else will we pick but the Reader?

The Reader who can see the past, present and future thanks to the Calculations but unable to change anything without a ‘master’ to command him.

And the truth was…

The Reader was able to tweak it.

There was a split second when Desmond Miles was able to use his Founding Titan powers.

But it wasn’t when he was first put in the Animus.

No.

It was when he used the device in the Grand Temple to save the world.

In that split second…

The Reader used that time to manipulate Desmond to making him order him.

“I want to live.”

“I don’t want to die.”

“Please… someone… save me.”

He used Desmond’s desperation to live to set everything into motion. He changed the past just enough for Vidic to make the prototype have the POE, making him believe this was the best way to get clearer and more stable memories.

And from that…

The Reader set the third loop.

Just to clarify:

The first loop: AC canon with the Reader coming to existence

The second loop: Desmond Miles manages to awaken his Founding Titan power when he’s about to die and the Reader used that to change just enough things to make the third loop.

The third loop: the current loop with Desmond awakening his Founding Titan power during his first Animus session and, later on, making a deal with Altaïr to change the past using Altaïr as his ‘spokesperson’.

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The mail courier’s perseverance traveled as far as his mail and it was now up to the local courier to make sure it arrived in its proper destination safe and sound.

Their little village rarely received mails before the alchemist took residence in the abandoned house up the hill and it had become part of his daily job to bring new mails and take the alchemist’s daily shipment but…

Things had been hectic around these parts. Harvest season was upon them and they had been so busy these past three months because of it. He knew that the mails were being delivered much later than usual but they haven’t heard a complaint just yet which was nice, especially with the heavy rainfall they’ve been getting lately. Everyone was quite worried for their corps.

Still, it was up to him to make sure he was able to deliver the ones that do manage to get to their village and send the ones the alchemist was able to finish in the midst of them helping with the preparations for harvest season.

But…

The chimney’s smoke was red.

The kind of red that reminded him of blood.

The alchemist made the weirdest things whenever they feel like it. The moving clay doll last month was one of them.

So…

He took a deep breath and prepared to knock on the door-

Only to gasp when he smelled the smoke.

It was because he was too close to the house. Even if the smoke was coming out of the chimney and dispersing into the air, it was still quite close.

His body…

… feels so hot right now.

He fell on his knees and began to pant, the heat seemingly coiling all over his body distracting him from the creaking sound the front door always make.

Then…

He felt cold air hit him like a puff of smoke.

And the heat disappeared.

Leaving only embarrassment with the way his body had reacted.

It was like…

“Sorry about that.”

He raised his head and…

… came face to face with a complete hazmat suit that covered the alchemist from head to toe. The only reason why he even know it was the alchemist because of the white and red butterfly brooch that they had always worn, now adorning the helmet of their hazmat suit like it was a hairpin.

“It would be better if you stay by the fence and shout instead. I’ll take my mail and give you my deliveries instead.”

The alchemist made a motion with their hand and he weakly stood, using his courier standard bag to hide his shame as he handed the alchemist the mails he had received today.

“Uuuhh… is it…” He looked behind the alchemist and the entire house looked alright from what he could see.

“It’s just for this week. This week’s…” The alchemist paused for a moment before adding, “… No. Next Monday’s quite special, I suppose.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll have this done later this evening. Please come back by then instead.” The alchemist requested and he nodded.

“Alright. I’ll see you later then.”

With that said, the alchemist closed the door, leaving the courier unable to ask…

If they actually did not see his shame or if…

They simply didn’t care?

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geaibleu89 · 7 months

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I guess you can post darker stuff on here as long as you put a mature warning on it so I'll give that another try

Post under the cut, tw for blood, gore, graphic depiction of gunshot wounds, implied violence

Doing some darker themed/generally NSFW art for this month, and this is one of the pieces I feel like posting for now 🤷🏻‍♂️

(crossposted to Pillowfort and Pixiv)

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #legion oc #courier six #oc: cadmus #digital art #my art #tw: violence #tw: gore #tw: blood #tw: gsw #he doesn't actually remember the several hours that lead up to this moment #or even the days afterwards #but he has bad dreams and shit

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absentmoon · 1 year

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i think fen's inventory is 50% potions/adventuring stuff and 50% food ingredients

#daisy.txt #i feel like no one else is like concerned with food #stop eating POTATOS you find on the GROUND #also.ivor has a line. about his dreams involving cake. and. um #🌸🏔.fen/courier (mcsm)

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assassins-wasteland · 2 years

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Falloutober day 2: Dream

I’m gonna be working on these prompts well into November, but I’m determined to get this October challenge done if it’s the last thing I do.

Prompts by @falloutober

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The sticky feeling of the dough between her fingers was awful but it was easier with him. His own hands rest gently on top of her much smaller ones carefully guiding the heel of her palms into warm and fluffy dough. He prepared it that morning with her. She got to mix the yeast.

Fold, push, fold, push, fold, push…

“I’m so bad at this,” Haseya huffs in frustration. The chair under her creeks at the shift of her weight. The man behind her chuckles and squeezes her shoulders. She doesn’t hear him speak, it’s just noise to her, but she almost understands it.

Praise. Encouragement. A peck on the cheek. He holds her hands again and urges her to continue. A name is on the tip of her tongue, not her own but one that was special.

Push, fold, push, fold, push, fold…

Perfect. Mouse? Bird? What was the special name? The name of an animal.

He pulls her hands away from the counter. Hands at your side while the grown up cuts. He picked up the knife and chops the perfectly kneaded dough into the same sized chunks. She needs to be a little older to help with this part, for now he’ll do it.

Haseya can see him fully now. Deep golden skin and long black hair just like hers pulled back into a hair tie at the base of his neck. His face was blurry like his voice was static. ‘I know you. I don’t remember you.’ She thinks. How can something feel so familiar and so foreign at the same time?

‘Who are you?’

On a pan he places the dough chunks side by side and pushes them to the other side of the counter to her left where dozens of other pans just like that one wait to be baked in the small oven. Enough bread to feed the settlement.

The man scoops her up and squeezes her tight. She still couldn’t hear the words but he was happy with her. She did good. Haseya helped keep the people fed.

Her feet find the ground again and the man releases her with a few more peppered kisses across her face.

Bunny. He called her Bunny.

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It was the pain that pulled her from the dream, so strong she cried out. Between her palms she squeezes her head, her eyes twist shut. The pills are in the bag right next to her, she could reach it but if she lets go her head might burst, fuck, fuck, FUCK-

“I got you, Haz,” Raul says softly, a careful hand on her back to let her know he’s there.

He digs into the pocket of her pack and pulls out an old mint tin that rattles with every motion. Medication gifted to her from Doc Mitchell to help her cope with the migraines. As carefully as he could Raul pushes one pill into her mouth and holds her canteen to her lips.

As she lay back down on her bedroll Raul draped his own coat, the one she helped him learn to love again, over her head to block out the fire light and maybe deafen the sounds of its crackle and Boone’s snores. Not a word was shared between them as Haz writhed in pain at his side waiting for it to fade again. Raul occasionally rubbed her back. Just a reminder to her that he was still there.

Raul knew the pain she was in. How hard it is to function when it was at its worst. There wasn’t much he could do to ease her pain, but whatever she asked of him he’d do it in a heart beat. Haseya would so the same for him.

Finally the pain subsided to a dull ache. It still hurt but at least she could sit herself up again and let go of her head. She handed back his coat and replaced it with sunglasses.

“You alright?” He finally asked, making sure to keep his voice soft.

“Better now. Thank you for the help.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Silence fell over them again. The two watched the flames eat away at the wood just enjoying each other’s company. Raul didn’t want to ruin one of the few quiet moments the Mojave offered but he had to ask.

“What we’re you dreaming about?”

Haseya turned her head away from him. “Nothing,” she muttered.

“I doubt it was nothing. You were crying.”

“Just some old memories, tío.”

“Wanna talk about it?” She didn’t respond, retreating further into herself. “Whatever’s troubling you, I won’t tell a soul. This stays between you and me. At my age you learn it’s better to get the shit of your chest before it rots. Besides, you’ve heard plenty of my stories, it’d be nice to know some of yours.”

Haseya sighs and smiles, leaning to rest her head on Raul’s shoulder. She could never keep anything from him of all people. So she told him. Haseya recounted every detail she could remember from her dream while Raul sat there and just listened to her.

“Benny fractured my memories when he shot me,” she said, “Its not often but sometimes they come back to me in pieces except none of them fit together.”

“Not yet, at least,” Raul commented. “You keep getting pieces and eventually you’ll get one or two of them to match up.”

She hugs her knees to her chest, “Part of me doesn’t want them too. I wish the memories wouldn’t try to worm their way back into my mind. It’d just be easier that way.”

“And what happens to that part of you that you forget?”

Haseya tightens her fist. This wasn’t something she wanted to talk about. Those people in her past whose faces she can’t even remember are probably dead at best, taken by the Legion at worst. If they somehow have survived they’re waiting for her. Would they still accept her? Want her back? Haseya isn’t the same person she was, at least she doesn’t think she is. The Mojave is easier. The war is easier. Forgetting is easier.

Raul sighed, leaning his own weight into hers. “By the sounds of it, you had people. Maybe a family. The man you said was in your dreams, he might have been your dad. At the very least someone who took care of you. And when this whole Mojave war thing is done, if you want I’ll help you figure out what happened.”

At that she perked up, a look of surprise and a bit of confusion on her face. “You’d do that?”

“You kidding? Of course I would!” Raul said, playfully pushing her arm. “Mija, all the shit you got on your plate right now, the whole of Vegas riding on your actions, everything you’ve done for this little gaggle of assholes. I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked.”

With narrow eyes and a chuckle, she shook her head. “You’ll follow me to the ends of the earth but still make me pay you to fix my guns?”

“Eh, maybe I’ll offer you the friends and family discount.”

#fallout #fallout new Vegas #fnv #courier six #courier 6 #raul tejada #fallout fic #falloutober2022 #Haseya #comfort #dreams #found family #raul is always in Haz’ corner

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