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maddymoreau · 18 days

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Fallout New Vegas DLC Sleeping Arrangement Headcanons:

After making my post about my thoughts on how the sleeping arrangement inside the Lucky 38 would work with all the companions.

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/747184690349342720/fallout-new-vegas-lucky-38-presidential-suite?source=share

I couldn't stop thinking about the DLC characters so here’s my headcanons!!

Honest Hearts:

The Dead Horses and The Sorrows are always courteous offering my Courier Six a bed to rest in:

When traveling with Follows-Chalk if it's too late to return to the Dead Horses Camp, they'll find somewhere safe to sleep. The plan is to have one guard while the other rests. However, they stay up wayyy too late talking. Follows-Chalk teaches her how to read stars while she tells him stories from her travels.

Waking Cloud wears and uses her Yao Guai Gauntlet as a pillow (it also allows her to quickly spring into action). She misses her children and as they're falling asleep, tells Courier Six stories about them.

Joshua Graham is usually the last to go to bed, so he'll sleep on whatever bed isn't taken (or the floor). I imagine he always sleeps on his back. Since it distributes the pain evenly instead of putting a large amount of pressure onto one spot.

If my Courier Six is also awake she'll say a prayer with him before bed.

If Joshua is up late working on inventory and my Courier Six is inside Angel Cave, she'll be lulled to sleep by the fire and noises he makes.

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Dead Money:

You know how Dean Domino has secret stashes hidden everywhere? He also has hidden sleeping spots. Multiple pillows and blankets which he does NOT like sharing but will begrudgingly with my Courier Six.

Dean Domino has lived in the Sierra Madre the longest, which has caused him to become a light sleeper. He will always bitch about back pain, regardless if he's sleeping on an old mattress or couch.

Once, when traveling with my Courier Six, she got VERY sick and dizzy from the red cloud, forcing her to rest. Dean thought about ditching her (but couldn't with the whole "wedding rings around their necks" plus he wants to use her for protection). So he dragged her to one of his spots. When Courier Six woke up she thanked him and offered to keep watch, so he could rest as well, which he reluctantly accepted.

Courier Six is the only one he'll sleep around.

Christine has an extremely hard time falling asleep because she’s afraid she'll wake up in the auto doc.

My Courier Six offers to sit next to Christine, hold her hand and keep watch while she tries to sleep. My Courier Six's perception isn't high enough to understand Christine, but she can sympathize with how difficult it is to fall asleep in the Sierra Madre.

Dog and God sleep sitting perched up against a wall. Dog snores while God doesn’t. He's far too large to sleep comfortably on most of the furniture scattered around. Courier Six worries about him but can't convince him to sleep differently.

Old World Blues:

My Courier Six sleeps in the bed inside The Dome. However as she slowly begins repairing everyone inside The Sink (Muggy, Toaster, Jukebox, ETC.) it becomes harder to sleep in there. She also feels WAYYY too guilty about the idea of turning them off.

So near the end of the DLC after getting closer to everyone she starts occasionally sleeping inside The Think Tank. Specifically using the weapon trunk and table next to Dr. 8 as a makeshift desk.

My Courier Six has 100% woken up to some of them hovering over and observing her sleep 👁️👄👁️ (especially Dr. Dala).

After she peacefully resolved things with Dr. Mobius, before returning, she slept on his floor. Making sure not to sleep on or touch any of his notes. Despite this, she woke up with math equations written on her face.

She has no idea how he did that.

His humming and silly singing soothes her to sleep:

Lonesome Road:

My Courier Six is FIGHTING for her life in The Divide and sleeps whenever she can (which isn’t often). Ulysses is watching her from a distance and will also (sometimes) sleep when she does. Due to his past as a member of the Legion and a Courier. Ulysses is able to sleep easily in odd places.

ED-E watches over my Courier Six while she sleeps. Alerting her to any danger. However, until she falls asleep, ED-E lets her hold him like this:

It makes her think of home (The Lucky 38). Since that's how she usually sleeps with her ED-E in the Presidential Suite.

#I LOVE THESE DORKS!!!!! I HAVE SOOOO MANY HEADCANONS ABOUT EVERYONE!!!!!!#I COULD RAMBLE ABOUT EVERYONE FOR HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!#Also Dean doesn’t sleep around my Courier Six because he fully trusts her.#It's just because between her + Christine + Dog and God she’s the most cooperative. She doesn’t question or challenge his authority.#Mainly since my Courier Six is trying to be the glue to keep everyone together. So if he's going to sleep in front of anyone it'd be her.#Plus Dean is worried Christine will figure out it was him who put her through that hell and kill him over it.#He won't also trust Dog because they're working for Father Elijah. So Courier Six it is.#Old World Blues #Dead Money #Lonesome Road #Honest Hearts #Fallout New Vegas #Long Post #FNV #Long Text #MaddyMoreauPost #ED-E #Follows-Chalk #Waking Cloud #Joshua Graham #Ulysses #Dog and God #Dr. Mobius #Dr. Klein #Dr. Dala #Dr. 0 #Dr. 8 #Dr. Borous #Christine #Dean Domino

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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year

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wait omg can i request joshua for the praise thing?? it's so cute i think i'm gonna pass out /pos (gn!six please)

Joshua Graham Reacts to g/n! Six Giving him Praise

Ahh yes! I'm so glad you enjoyed it, that piece was just too darn sweet to write, honestly.

Sorry it took so long to come out, but here it is! I hope you like it! 😁

Also, here's the original ask as well:

"I just have to ask you for a few characters 👉👈 Porter Gage, Hancock, Raul, Charon and Gob ack don't call me out for my ghoul loving ass just getting showered in praise. I just feel the ghouls don't GET enough lovin', they are all wonderful, handsome and great men."

And here is the link to the full post!

I'm gonna add Joshua to the full post as well, btw :3

“Joshua?” Your voice carried smoothly over the sand, through the hot, dry air. But Joshua didn’t stir, he didn’t even seem to register his name.

“You okay?” You pressed forward, craning your neck as you took a couple steps in his direction, trying to see what it was in the creek that had caught his attention so fully.

“Did you… find something?” You bent down as you reached Joshua’s side, noting the way his unblinking eyes seemed glued to… nothing. Nothing, but his own reflection, staring back with the same intensity.

The sand shifted beneath you as you settled by Joshua’s side. He noticed you, out of the corner of his eye, but remained silent.

What could he say?

How could he speak all that he was thinking, as he peered down at his scarred and bandaged face? Could he voice the way that he feels? So unworthy of your devotion to him, so confused as to why you stay by his side, so appreciative that you care for him the way you do, but so wholly afraid that if he speaks his fears, that they will come true. That, as soon as you come to your senses, as soon as the novelty of being with him fades, you will leave…

Who could love a face like mine? And more… Who could love the man that this face belongs to? A man who has done so much wrong, that his sins could only be absolved through the most violent forms of suffering? And even still… Am I truly free of them?

He did not feel it.

“I... am not worthy…” The missionary began quietly, and saw your head snap towards him as the words met your ears. “I am not worthy of even the least of all the deeds of steadfast love and all the faithfulness you have shown me.”

“What?” You asked, your brows furrowing as you shifted your body to face him, rather than the stream of water below.

“It’s a line from Genesis." He attempted to clarify, "Jacob is speaking to God, speaking to him of his own humility in response to the devotion that the Lord has shown him.”

Your brows didn’t unfurrow.

“And that… That has to do with…?”

“I’m not…” Joshua’s jaw clenched as his eyes finally left his own watery visage in favor of hiding behind his downed lids.

“I’m not sure why I said it. The quote just… came over me.” He lied, knowing full-well that the words had everything to do with you.

If I tell you that I feel unworthy of you, will that start something? Will that plant the idea in your mind that I don’t deserve you? Will you then act on that idea?

“Hey.”

He felt your touch upon his shoulder as your voice met his ears, it was light, but unyielding as your fingers clenched at the bandages insistently.

“You can talk to me.” You smiled as Joshua’s eyes opened and his gaze landed upon your face, and he wasn’t immune to it. Nor your words, and all that they promised.

Love rejoices with the truth.

“I’m humbled by you, Six. Humbled by the love you show me every day, and I feel… As Jacob did with the love of God. I feel unworthy of you.”

He felt your grip tighten upon his shoulder as sadness flooded your expression. It pained him to know he was the source of the strife he saw in your eyes.

“Sometimes it’s easy to forget who I am, what I’ve done… What I look like, when I’m beside you, but then, my reflection finds me. Then as I look upon your face, as I remember your deeds and your devotion to me, your kindness to others... I cannot help but feel confused.”

“Joshua, I–”

He continued insistently, his scarred brow hardening over the intense blue of his eyes as you saw them spark with fire from within.

“I have erred more times than I could possibly count, and yet, each is written upon me, like a shouted word, etched into my very skin for all the world to see. For all who gaze upon me to pity me and my failures, to hate my deeds and to agree that I am unworthy of compassion and repentance. That I am unworthy of happiness, and certainly, of love. They see you beside me, and they know, simply by seeing me, that I am unworthy of you.”

Joshua’s hand traveled slowly up to grasp at yours. Your eyes were wide and glistening as he gently took hold of you, and removed your touch from him.

The air was utterly caught in your throat as your partner released your hand from his grip and stood beside you, his gaze resting back on the reflection in the running water that marred his covered features even further with each ripple over the small, jagged river stones that weren’t yet smoothed over by the current.

“But it seems that you’ve failed to note this. Whether by choice, or simply because you are too righteous to see such things, you’ve still stood by me, even despite all that I’ve done, and that I am... I had to be sure you know the truth, Six. So that you can make your own decision about me, about our relationship… And you can find the words and inspiration you need to leave me behind, and to move on to better things. To be with someone who deserves you.”

And truth will set you free.

The thought sprung unbidden into Joshua's mind.

I don't feel free.

But perhaps... Perhaps, now, Six can.

Still, you sat in the sand, in shock at everything that had just left your partner, the man you love, and have loved happily for the months you’ve been together.

Where had it all come from?

One moment you’re making camp, waiting for Joshua to collect water, dusting off the fabric of your tent, laying out the bedrolls close enough to later rest in his embrace all through the night, and now he… what? Wants you to leave him?

What changed?

Joshua made a move to step away from you, to leave you kneeling there, alone, beside the river that had apparently inspired these harsh words that encouraged even harsher actions, but you would not stand for it.

You could not.

“I won’t leave you, Joshua.” You got to your feet as he paused his steps, and he tilted his head towards you, to better hear your words. To hear the justification that he was sure would be well-meant, but ultimately, unfounded.

“Why?” He whispered, and you got the sense that he was going to speak more, that he would continue monologuing until he convinced himself further that you do not belong with him, even when you know that, beyond all reason, you do.

“Because Joshua, because..." You took a breath as righteous words filled your mind, "'You are precious in my eyes, and honored, and… I love you.' That quote comes from the book of Isaiah. And it’s God speaking to Jacob, telling him that this is why men are worthy of him, and why, even if they’re not, they’re still deserving of unconditional love, even by one as divine and perfect as God.”

Joshua’s eyes were the ones widening now, and his body turned so that he could face you fully once again.

“Now, I’m not saying that I’m perfect, but… If God can stand to love you, if he can keep you here, after all you’ve been through, if he can promise you life, even after going through what should’ve meant your death tenfold, then can’t I do the same? Can’t I promise you a life with me, can’t I love and accept you for who you are, no matter what anyone else thinks?”

Joshua’s light eyes were glistening as they fixed on the sand below him, and you couldn’t help but step forward to try and draw his attention back to you.

I had to sit through your monologue of self-hatred. Now it’s your turn to listen to all the reasons your words were wrong.

I won’t have you tuning me out.

“After living a life so devoid of it, there’s no one I can think of who’s more worthy of love and compassion than you.”

You placed both hands on either side of his face, gently urging his eyes to meet yours.

“Everything you’ve done, Joshua… You’ve been made to pay for. Just as you said, it’s all written upon your body, but it’s here too.” You dragged one palm down to rest over his chest. It was warm to the touch, even through the layers of his bandages and clothes.

“And here.” The fingers of your other hand brushed over his temple, then his forehead.

“You’ve paid for it enough. With these horrible thoughts, these feelings of unworthiness plaguing you, every mark upon your skin, all the pain you feel every day. Trust me, my love, you've paid for it. Now… I think God and I both just want you to know peace.”

Joshua’s hands rose to delicately collect yours, to pull them down in between your bodies. But he didn’t release them from his grasp this time, only held them there, embracing you as much as he could allow himself as his mind still swirled with turmoil.

“But why?" He asked, "You don’t have to be with me. No one is requiring it of you; and with another, everything would be so much easier. You could be happy… Happier than I can make you.”

“Why you?” You almost laughed at him, it seemed so obvious within the confines of your own mind, the mind that was almost always occupied with thoughts of him only. “I love you, Joshua. I love how you speak to me, how you respect me and want me in your life. I love that I’m able to help you, but you… You’ve helped me more than I think you know.”

“How?” His voice was so desperate for an answer, it was almost demanding.

“Ever since I woke up from that grave… I didn’t really have a purpose. I didn’t know who I was, didn’t have anyone in my life to turn to, I didn’t have a path... but you gave me one. With you, I could help people in ways I never imagined. You were always so sure of your own path, that it inspired me to be sure of it too. To become a part of your path.”

You could feel your hands shaking where he held them between you. Your whole body was trembling with insistence, begging him to take your words to heart.

Everything about this night that the two of you were sharing once pointed to normalcy. Making camp, divvying out duties, feeling the warmth of the fire against the cool desert air, hearing the wind sweep over the dunes of sand; it was like so many other nights spent with one another. You hadn’t expected to have this conversation, hadn’t thought you’d be fighting tooth and nail to get your partner to understand how deeply you cared for him, how much you couldn’t stand the thought of leaving him, let alone ever consider it without his knowledge. But it was happening, and now this night was so much more important than all those others, because if you fail… It could be the end of all of this. This bliss that you’ve taken for granted.

You’d survived without him for months before you ever met him, you could find happiness without Joshua, you knew that, but… With him, you didn’t have to look for happiness. With him, it surrounded you.

“You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,” You said quietly, and even with the linen wraps covering Joshua's visage, you could see the way he softened at your words. “You made me love you more with every word you spoke. I can’t imagine who I’d be now without you, and I don’t want to.”

Your hands tightened within his grasp, and you pulled his body closer to yours as your eyes stayed locked to his mesmerizing gaze.

“Darling… in all my life, I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you. Believe me.”

You insisted, and then you leaned forward even further, and kissed him.

The thin linen obstructed you a bit, but it didn’t matter. You could feel the heat of him through it, sense the shape of his lips as they moved against yours, as they relented to your touch, and to your words. As he let you love him.

Joshua’s hands released yours, allowing you to press yourself closer to him as you felt his touch upon your hip, and around the nape of your neck. In the same movement, your arms smoothed over his chest to grasp at his shoulders. He took a deep breath in through his nose, as though he’d been devoid of oxygen until you pressed yourself to him, and you felt the warm puff of air pass through his bandages and caress your face as he exhaled. Subtly, you could taste him through the barrier, the sweetness of cactus fruit, and the tartness of the healing powder he mixed into the water he drank. You sighed into him at the familiarity of it all. His touch, his taste, his burning warmth that sometimes felt unnaturally hot. Enough so, even, that it could scar you in return.

And though it never had, Joshua hadn’t ever left any physical blemishes upon your skin from his touch, from his love of you, you were certain that you hadn’t gone completely unmarked by him. Like the words he spoke, like the thoughts and actions he inspired, like the emotions that surrounded him in your mind, his mark was within you. And all of that, all of his influence, his own love for you in return, that you felt was as permanent as any scar left upon his own skin.

“Thank you,” You felt Joshua whisper against you as you parted, but remained pressed to one another. “Thank you, Six, for all that you have given me. I… I still do not feel worthy of it, but, I will do what I can to change that. No matter how long it takes.”

“Mm.” You hummed, a grin touching your lips as you pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes, soaking in the simple feel of him. “And I’ll be right here. Right beside you, all the way.”

You felt the outline of his own smile as Joshua leaned forward, and captured your lips with his once again.

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mindstriker · 2 months

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things that happened from playing fonv live on stream with my friends (playing the Old World Blues DLC edition):

- asked to report on whether every NPC I encountered (which was quite literally just the Think Tank this time) was tweaking or locked in. my verdict? dr. klein, borous, and 8 are tweakin' and dala, 0, and mobius are locked in.

- in honor of this post:

which is not mine btw I just linked my reblog- the phrase "you gonna love it" was uttered so many times that it's now like an immediate trigger for hysterical laughter for me

- one of my friends said Dr. Dala from the Think Tank was a "would" and this was the source of major debate for at least what had to be 5 minutes straight, maybe 10

- joshua graham's fucking special pistol with the really easy to craft .45 auto bullets was the only thing keeping my ill-prepared ass alive through the dlc so far

- I had to turn my difficulty down because I locked myself into Big MT still missing half my supplies after leaving a shitton of stuff behind to play Honest Hearts and didn't go grocery shopping before I left, leaving me with broken equipment, no bullets and pitiful weapons in an inescapable DLC that levels to your character aggressively even beyond LVL 30.

- said I was going to kill myself over the X-13 stealth suit tests multiple times

- visited yes man before making my ill-thought-through Big MT vacation decision just to enjoy his radiant company

- talked about arcade Gannon crucifixion

and so much more

#fallout new vegas #fallout #fonv #my friends #this is me yelling #yes man #old world blues #think tank #arcade gannon

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chaosintheavenue · 2 years

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Fallout Opinion Survey- Results!

Thank you so much to all those who took part! We had 421 usable responses in total :D

One quick note- the nature of the data this time around means that most of the auto-generated charts are usable as they are, which does mean this post will be very image-heavy. I’d be very appreciative if someone who knows how to write image descriptions for charts could add them on!

Without further ado, let’s get into the results...

The Basics:

Favourite DLC:

Dead Money- 115 (...nice) Old World Blues- 94 Far Harbor- 76 Lonesome Road- 53 Nuka World- 27 Point Lookout- 17 Honest Hearts- 11 The Pitt- 9 Mothership Zeta- 7 Automatron- 3 Operation Anchorage- 3 Broken Steel- 2 Vault-Tec Workshop- 1

Favourite faction:

Followers of the Apocalypse- 146 Railroad- 62 Minutemen- 45 NCR- 23 Kings- 22 Brotherhood of Steel (all chapters combined)- 20 Yes Man/Wildcard Courier- 18 Great Khans- 14 Enclave- 10 Caesar's Legion- 8 Raiders (76, Nuka World and general combined)- 8 Institute- 6 Chairmen- 5 Unity- 4 Atom Cats- 3 Mr House- 3 Boomers- 3 Freeside- 2 Responders- 2 Children of Atom- 2 Ghoul settlements in general- 2 Hubologists- 2 Tunnel Snakes- 2 And the list of those with one vote each: The Family, Think Tank, Reaver Movement, Ciphers, Broken Hills, Powder Gangers, Reilly's Rangers, Acadia, Goodneighbor, Underworld, White Glove Society, Omertas, Jacobstown, post-Legion Ulysses, Cult of the Mothman, 80s, and talking Deathclaws from Fallout 2

Favourite companion:

Arcade Gannon- 75 Nick Valentine- 53 Hancock- 39 Veronica- 38 Deacon- 30 ED-E- 26 Raul- 23 Boone- 22 MacCready- 13 Christine Royce- 12 Dogmeat (all)- 11 Fawkes- 10 Preston Garvey- 10 Charon- 9 Rex- 9 Butch Deloria- 8 Goris- 8 Cait- 7 Danse- 7 Piper- 7 Lily- 6 Marcus- 6 Rose of Sharon Cassidy- 6 Curie- 5 Porter Gage- 4 Dean Domino- 4 X6-88- 3 Strong- 3 Ulysses- 3 RL-3- 3 Ian- 2 Dog/God- 2 Codsworth- 2 Joshua Graham- 2 Old Longfellow- 2 Lenny- 2 Ada- 2 And the 'list of ones': Tycho, Katja, Follows-Chalk, Sydney

The Lore:

(other titles specifically mentioned in the final question: Metro and Doom)

Characters headcanoned as synths: The Sole Survivor (by far the most common theory), Sturges, Deacon, Preston Garvey, the Lone Wanderer in Broken Steel, James/Dad, Dogmeat, Three Dog, Parker Quinn, Charon, Courier Six, Tinker Tom, Zeke, Arthur Maxson, Father/older Shaun, Piper, Travis Miles, Mysterious Stranger, Caesar ('cause funny'), Joshua Graham, most Children of Atom, Desdemona, Myrna, Marcy Long, Mr Burke, Vault 76 Overseer, Trashcan Carla, Cricket, many BoS and Enclave members, Reaver Movement members, Redeye, Moira Brown, Dr Zimmer, Ranger Ghost, most birds, Arcade Gannon, Elijah, Lizzie Wyatt, Kellogg, Mama Murphy, Nat Wright, and Sierra Petrovita

(please note I'm not all that familiar with Fallout 4 lore, if any of the FO4 peeps here are canon synths then I didn't know about it lol)

Fan theories/headcanons from the final question that cropped up repeatedly (in approximate order of popularity):

Vault-Tec started the Great War

Alien involvement with the pre-war US government and/or the Great War

Horses are still around

Talking Deathclaws are still around

Occult/eldritch influence (e.g. the Dunwich building) is widespread

Charon is a survivor of Vault 92

Deacon is a founder of the Railroad and his 'real' backstory was another lie

Veronica and Christine reunite

Sarah Lyons is alive

Gen 3 synths and ghouls still need to eat, drink, sleep and so on

Ghouls only turn feral in specific circumstances (suggestions include prolonged isolation and relying too heavily on radiation instead of food as a source of energy) and it is not inevitable

International travel and immigration continues

Danse and Harkness were sent to the Capital Wasteland by the Railroad together

X person is actually multiple people- suggested for Deacon, Legate Lanius and Vulpes Inculta

The US is the either the only place that was nuked or the only place that hasn't rebuilt and recovered, and the rest of the world is just ignoring them and carrying on as normal

Cass is the Chosen One's daughter

Mama Murphy is the Chosen One

No-Bark Noonan is the Chosen One (lots of Chosen One theories popping up lol)

All subsequent Dogmeats in the series are named after the legend of the original Dogmeat

Father is not really Shaun

MacCready is lying about Duncan being ill (or one person even suggested Duncan existing)

Yes Man overthrows the Courier after being upgraded

The real Lone Wanderer died at the end of the vanilla game even if Broken Steel is installed, and the Broken Steel LW is a synth

Deacon once worked for the Institute

Deacon deliberately leads people to theorise that he is the Lone Wanderer to throw them off

Deacon is or was once a ghoul (also plenty of Deacon theories)

The Mysterious Stranger is a time traveller who protects the various PCs to maintain the timeline

Appalachia was turned into a barren wasteland by the nuclear trigger-happiness of the Vault 76 Dwellers (possibly interesting aside: my brother, who buys into this one, has gone as far as to theorise that the original Great War used very low-yield weapons and wasn't that severe on the environmental level (as far as literal nuclear war goes, that is), and it was the Vault 76ers nuking the hell out of Appalachia that triggered a continent-wide nuclear winter and sent the ecology of the wasteland into the state it's in in all subsequent games)

Glory is not a synth

The (in-game) reason for lore clashes and retcons is that the plot of each game is a retelling of the story as it's passed around in the wasteland, so some details have been embellished or mixed up

I’ll be coming back to the theories from the final question at some point, but aside from that, that's a wrap! There isn't really much potential for me to play around with the data here like with the OC surveys, so this was more just me presenting the data as it came in without commentary. Still, I hope this is somehow interesting/insightful!

#fallout #survey #this was a bit all over the place lol #but as I said there's not much actual analysis I can do with this data

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awassi · 7 months

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I'm wondering.

If I cherry pick a really profound sounding Xavier: Renegade Angel quote and put it over some strong looking images, do you think it'd go the ways of that one Joshua Graham quote. With everyone posting it and putting it on t-shirts and getting tattoos of it, without knowing the original source.

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baddieladdie · 1 year

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Prompt: Companions react to Sole/Courier being woken up by a nightmare

Joshua Graham: You wake up to the feeling of cold holy water hitting you in the face. You sit up, prodding at the water dripping off your face. "There," He speaks in a low, even tone. "The demons of hell will haunt you no longer." He screws the cap on his tactical holy water (it's holy water in metal flask he keeps on his person, just for moments like this. Devil works hard, but Joshua works harder)

Boone: "There, there." He grunts, stiff and awkward. If he had a broom, he would consider petting you with its bristles - staying far away, least he feel something other than rage

No-bark Noonan: slaps you awake

Lily: Offers milk and cookies in a moderately terrorizing way

Strong: Where are they? Want to kill

Nick: Would hear the sounds of you struggling in the bed as he is reviews case files. He'd quickly rise from his desk and visit the bedroom at the back of his agency. He'd see you there, curled into the fetal position, clinging to the blanket wet with your tears. Valentine would sit next to you on the bed and offer pleasant reassurance (stroking your hair, 'it's only a dream, you're safe here', cuddles, snacks - whatever would sooth sole best)

Deacon: Would off you a hot drink. Once you are feeling better, he'd take you on a fun adventure with him. Deacon had a lead on an underground/black market trade circle. Deacon uses this lead as an excuse to pretend to be someone else, even just temporarily. The two of you put on your disguises and pose as traders, looking for goods.

Hancock: Familiar to the pain of life, he knows the right combination of chems to help with the exhaustion of waking from the horrors of lingering/haunting memories.

Cait: "You too!?" Offers a high five, "Up top!"

Curie: "Monsieur/Madame, what eva could be ze problem? I see no sign of phizical harm, but....you are so pale. What can I do to aid you?"

Preston: "Something happen that I should know about, General?" I'm also sure Preston would give the royalty treatment sole deserves for the remainder of the day. After much rest and pampering, Sole feels much better <3

Piper: "Woah! Take it easy, Blue! It's just me. You were really worked up just a moment ago - what happened?" Piper wants to hear Sole out, really get to the bottom of these nightmares. And if she finds out the source is [a person/problem that can handled], there is hell to pay - and everyone in Diamond City is going to know. Oh yes, Piper is getting justice

X6-88: "You're going to get us noticed. Cut it out." ice cold Sole needs a blanket just to recover from X6-88 chillish remarks

#fallout headcanons #hurt/comfort #baddieladdie #xdreamwriterx #sole survivor #courier six #fallout companions #fallout new vegas #fallout 4 #fallout fandom

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one-winged-dreams · 1 year

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A Pale Horse

ship: my cathedral is the badlands (adriel x joshua graham) source: Fallout: New Vegas words: 820

Ended up with akathisia too bad to sleep so wrote this instead.

The canopy of stars above stretched further than the eyes could see, Zion's isolation from the settlements of the Mojave keeping it free from any light that could pollute the sky. It was vast and infinite, one could easily get lost in existentialism when faced with such a sight. So many suns burning across the galaxy, many of them already dead, as the planet could only await the light of new ones.

Beneath the veil of night and its insight into the void of space above, a fire burned, its embers lifting almost in mimicry of the stars. In place of a vast silence, it crackled softly, a comforting sound to many a drifter and one that had lulled them to sleep for more nights than they could count.

Above the crackle of wood flames, a voice had been droning on with eloquent words of the end of days.

"And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say - 'come and see.' And I looked, and behold a pale horse. And his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him."

Joshua often found himself retelling this ironic scripture - the Book of Revelations was Adriel's favorite. The drifter's sense of faith still eluded the burned man, whether he was a true man of god or simply along for this complicated journey called life. Regardless of which, he seemed to take comfort in Joshua reading to him.

In testament to this, Joshua looked beside him as he lay propped against a rock. The soft-faced drifter had faded off into the embrace of sleep not too long ago, it would seem.

"Sleep is like a little taste of death," Adriel had explained. "Including the part where you leave without knowing where you're going. Or maybe especially that."

Joshua heavily assumed that to be the reason that the scripture was his choice in literature to help him fade into sleep's gentle grasp. Regardless of his faith, Adriel seemed to have a relevant relationship with a higher power - if not just death and what lay beyond.

The burned man closed the weathered black book, placing it at his side as he turned his attention to the sleeping man next to him. His breaths were soft and far apart, as if he had just fallen into a comfortable depth. His black curtains of hair had fallen across his face, and Joshua reached forth to remedy that, tucking it behind his ear with a gentleness that made his past pang distantly within his heart with a dull ache.

Looking up past his slumberous companion, he saw the light of the flame flickering over the gravestones Adriel had invited him to come tend to. He knew that the drifter had been procrastinating leaving the canyon, he and Joshua had become far too close for him to want to part now. But he had managed to hear word of one last graveyard, and he had extended an invitation for Joshua to accompany him this time.

And how could he refuse? Adriel had spoken of his reason for traveling not long after he had arrived. He had explained the semantics, the departed were not undeserving of a semblance of dignity, and refreshing their places of rest would do well to allow their spirits to thrive in the hereafter.

Joshua had found it an honorable, if not touching prospect, and had wholeheartedly supported his endeavor. But never had he considered joining him, perhaps because he found it difficult to conceive anyone, himself included, would find him suitable for the task.

This was most likely the last one in Zion intact enough to perform the rite. Adriel had lingered long enough, he would certainly have to move on now that there was no longer a reason for him remaining here.

The inevitable thought of parting. Joshua didn't want to think about it. Instead, he watched his companion sleep for a few more beats before his gaze turned skyward. And this was how he remained before he felt a light stir beside him.

"Joshua..."

The burned man quickly returned his gaze to Adriel. His eyes remained closed, his breathing still slow. He almost wondered if he had imagined it before the drifter stirred again.

"Leave with me..."

Joshua blinked in surprise at the sudden request that both of them had held onto but never spoken aloud. Composing himself, he stroked Adriel's raven hair.

"You're dreaming, Adriel," he spoke softly.

The drifter took a breath and then settled down again.

"'m not..."

"You-"

"Please...?"

Silence stretched on, and Adriel's appearance remained as if he were merely sleep-talking.

But Joshua knew better.

And neither of them could keep the wheels from turning now. A decision would have to be made, and one way or the other, it wouldn't be an easy one by any stretch.

"... Go back to sleep, Adriel."

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How can Digital Humanities make our assumptions about the world explicit? [Week 4/Simulations]

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October 2023

A presentation from a classmate about simulations in digital humanities, featuring the Oregon Trail

An article by Shawn Graham, “Behaviour Space: Simulating Roman Social Life and Civil Violence.” (2009)

A presentation from Deborah Poff, “Misconduct and Publication Ethics: From Ordinary Forms of Discrimination to the Ethically Opaque World of AI.” (2023)

Weird: A reference to Joshua Epstein that Graham uses in his article I thought was one particularly relevant to my own interests and concerns with the digital, as Graham writes, “Epstein argues [...] the principal strength of agent-based modelling [is that] it requires modellers to make explicit their assumptions about how the world operates.” n a recent colloquium hosted by the philosophy department, the speaker, Deborah Poff, raised concerns about ChatGPT in the context of academic publishing and editing. Of particular concern for her was the inability of ChatGPT and similar technology to satisfy the requirements of ‘authorship’ even when it might very well be the writer of an essay or book. The definition that Poff used to contextualize what authorship meant insisted on the ability of someone to maintain responsibility for the work they are producing, both in the sense of being praised and being blamed for ideas that might be contained within. While someone can certainly say that ChatGPT is responsible for an essay that contains bias or some form of social injustice, it is harder to claim that ChatGPT itself holds itself responsible for what it produces.

Wonderful: Perhaps not wonderful this week in the positive sense but wonderful in the curious sense, during Poff’s presentation, though I understand the seeming urgency of ChatGPT as a problem for academic publishing, most of my thoughts were oriented towards the reality that ChatGPT introduces very few new issues to academic publishing. There are still ghostwriters and publishing mills made specifically for people to take the writing of others and make it their own. But I think the idea of Epstein’s, that ABM forces modellers to make their assumptions explicit, speaks to the main issue at hand with many of the complaints I have seen about any technological advancement that threatens change to the way academia works. Namely, the issue of responsibility for the biases that writing contains. Though countless authors claim responsibility for their ideas but do nothing to confront the biases or injustices their writing represents, there is still an ability to locate their sources and parse out the development of ideas that reflect implicit assumptions they may have made. With something like ChatGPT, its nature as a black box means that though we might take issue with the result it produces, it can be much harder to find the implicit assumptions it makes or target where those assumptions emerge from.

I think this speaks to the power of things like ABM and the necessity of digital humanities to try and focus on tools that require the creator or user to interact with them in ways that necessitate that they make their assumptions explicit, both to encourage the individual to confront what may be their own biases, as well as make clear to other people who encounter their work what considerations they perhaps ought to make given what they know about the assumptions that have been made.

Worrying: Despite the ability of the digital to allow us to make our implicit assumptions more explicit in the case of ABMs, I do still worry about the way that many people tend to treat digital products and mechanisms as ones free of bias and thus more reliable than human work. This is not at all to say that technology is in some way inferior, only that it is always inextricably linked to the humans who use, create, and challenge it - inclusive of the biases and assumptions those humans have. To view the digital/technology as more objective than humans seems to lead to (and has certainly led) to a lack of responsibility for or even an examination of how different digital tools and technology reify existing biases, particularly ones that confirm existing social injustice.

#DIGH5000 reflections #digital humanities

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