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i need to make another ref of my courier the last one is from august 2023 uhhhh

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drawings of my courier from 2021 to 2023

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so

guess who’s back on his fallout shit

ME

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murdy

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murdoc my love

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the bots are coming back. is the earth healing?

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really quick sketch of Best Girl Dala

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my Brain: leanr how to make a fallout new vegas mod so you can Have Dala as a Companion

realistic part of my brain: that will never happen you dont know your times tables how will you mod a game 💀💀

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guess who started dead money tonight 👍👍👍

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OWB stands for O Where Brain

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the new tumblr icon FUCKS

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least deranged courier 6 doodles

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DALA/COURIER thing im working on

click the read more if you want to read it! things haven’t gotten too NSFW yet but just a warning lol that’s where this is headed 

The Think Tank. 

It was all so immense and overwhelming for the first couple of days, weeks even, that you had no idea how to describe it in terms other than a vast, massive expansive area for these seemingly insane mechanical geniuses to practice their wildest ideas in. 

Make no mistakes, at first, she confused you. Frightened you, even. The low and sultry carnal voice of the robot coupled with the fresh lobotomy and the pacification field had you feeling on edge and simultaneously about to burst out of your skin if that feeling was even allowed here. 

You remember your first meeting with her, walking up to her while rubbing your forehead and wincing softly, the lobotomy scar still fresh and tender. Despite the fugue you were feeling from the said recent operation, you remember that she took quite an interest in you. And in retrospect, these abhorrent attractions may have been what brought you two together. Her interest was in fact percolated, and you were beyond willing to fulfill her oddest desires, like two peas in the same fetishistic and formographic pod. 

After some weeks of verbal prodding, you were able to figure out she had quite the interest in your species, and each and every one of your biological workings. You’d gained each other’s trust in the short time you’d known one another, and her fascination delved into you, and every part of you. 

The infatuation was indeed mutual, and she savored listening to the soft cadence of your breathing as you slept as much as you’d find yourself comforted by the mechanical whirring noises she made as she hovered aboveground delicately and seemingly effortlessly. 

Throughout your time in the Mojave, you’ve seen your fair share of robots, but none as exquisite and fragile as this one. You’d always known there was something special about her, but you could never figure out exactly what it was. Often the two of you would stay close by one another, and you’d watch her move around while you were sitting down. In turn, she’d give all her attention to the rise and fall of your chest as you breathed softly. 

And the more time that passed, you learned more and more about her. Such as that she wasn’t always a robot, she was once a human too, just as you are. And then, just like that, it all clicked and suddenly made sense to you. 

After a long day out in the huge territory that was Big Mountain, or more commonly known among the locals as the Big Empty, you found yourself having more and more thoughts of Dala. Despite telling yourself over and over again that it was nothing, you eventually succumbed to your thoughts and kept yearning to find her alone.  

And then you did. One afternoon when you were headed back inside from scavenging what was left of the outside of Big Mountain, you returned to your area in The Sink and… there she was, almost as if she knew and was waiting for you. You were taken aback at first for a moment, to see her in your personal quarters and roaming about so freely. You didn’t even think any of the Think Tank members came over here, but she wasn’t like the other scientist robots, she had desires that were more human in nature. 

‘Formography’ is what you’ve heard them refer to it as. You didn’t know the exact definition of the word, especially considering they tended to mix up words and definitions rather frequently, and even outright decided to make up words of their own. You came to a rather quick conclusion that what they referred to as this ‘formography’ was anything sexual or pornographic. You had no thoughts of the mishaps and word jumblings when made by the others, but when Dala did it, you couldn’t help but find it adorable. 

And then you thought about it and wondered if you were batshit insane. This was the mad scientist robot girl who brutally lobotomized you, ripped out your spine, and took out your heart, and also took pleasure in the whole process. And maybe deep down, there was some fucked up part of you that took pleasure in THAT. Because you figured she stole your heart both literally and physically. You knew you were the only Lobotomite that had actually been able to speak and converse with the Think Tank on an intellectual level, but yet this didn’t stop you from feeling sharp stabs of jealousy each time Dala would mention a Lobotomite that wasn’t you. 

One morning, you’d brought to her a teddy bear you’d found when exploring the area around Big Mountain. And to your confusion, she asked you why you did this and explained to you how the Lobotomites were her teddy bears. She wasn’t talking about the stuffed animals! It was as if you had no other choice than to find this adorable, and you reassured her that you were her teddy bear, and not to bother with the other Lobotomites, you could and would give her everything she’d ask of you and then more, none of which they could do or let alone comprehend. 

You made it known from the start that the attraction was mutual. Daily, like clockwork, you’d be coming back to her for what she called “a breather”. All as per her request, as long as you don’t ignore the refractory period. You’d get nice and close to either of her eye monitors, (or mouth if you were feeling more into it, depending on the day) and breathe deeply, sometimes using your index finger to trace little hearts in the condensation your hot breath left on the screen. You didn’t care if the other Think Tanks were watching, let them watch. If anything it just fueled you to act even more suggestive than you were already being, the fact that they considered your behavior repulsive and repugnant just turned you on more. 

Maybe it was the bullet to your head back in Goodsprings that made you this way, or maybe it was the years of chem and alcohol abuse. Or could it be radiation seeping into your brain? Regardless, it seemed as if you had finally met your match. 

Despite the two of you getting along so well, and bonding over such weird topics, there was a lot of tension. Such as the both of you never actually said anything to each other implying you wanted to take things to the next level, but you both knew.

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he’s trying very hard to figure out how to hold hands with a securitron

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Boom boom boom boom

I want to be entombed

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i remember vividly one time in elementary school i went to my friends house and his little brother was playing club penguin and my friend was like “hey bro let me show you this cool trick to unlock a new outfit for your penguin” and he reached over to his little brothers keyboard and just typed ‘fuck’ in the chat and his account got banned instantly