#Courier Contacts

[safrona-shadowsun]

Is there a character you relate to on an almost uncomfortable level?

{ The most relatable character is definitely @roselyn-ravenblade of my three. She is Safrona's hired cartographer and designer of other branded material in business, an artist through and through. I am not so much uncomfortable with writing Rose as I am purely amused by it. She's silly and flawed and very human, and I like thinking through how she expresses herself, not being someone that is so articulate in the flesh. It's very much like myself and I rarely get to think of myself that way.

Being so alike her and having similar social anxieties definitely makes her the easiest of my 3 active ladies to write. Unfortunately, she does not seem to get the same attention...which is probably relatable too. Rose and I are not the attention seeking type ;p It is a hard position to be when trying to Rp such an introverted character! }

Thank you for the ask, @themadamelioness!

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POV: It's your hundredth date killing Legionnaires

[xfreischutz]

doing art rehab lol

[wasteland-wrecker]

CW: violence, death. Fallout New Vegas spoilers.

Grudge.

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[nukacourier]

Arcade accidentally confessing to James is so funny because it was soon after James came back from Big MT and after being missing for two weeks Arcade was worried, and was sitting there like "okay just say you were worried because he's your friend, you're worried because he's your friend. Don't be weird about it" but because of his overthinking he ended up blurting out "I was worried because I love you" anyways

And he couldn't even take it back or claim he meant it platonically because James immediately was like "oh well I think I've been in love with you for a while too" and then they both just sat there awkwardly in silence

[drlickitysplitty]

So I'm playing new vegas for the first time (technically second) but I'm in freeside doing the door guard for the van graffs and I turn to look at simon...only to see Arcade making direct eye contact with Simon staring him down.

[souptomatobasil]

And so the Courier, who had cheated death in the cemetery outside Goodsprings, cheated death once again, and the Mojave Wasteland was forever changed.

[kinkshame-the-courier]

Cutely makes another new ref page

[akinari-kashihara]

Worst part of being in a rural area is ordering smth and it'll arrive on time, like right on time for when you need it according to their website.

And then they fucking send it by courier without asking.

And couriers only service your area twice a week unlike Royal mail who deliver 6 days a week

And the couriers have a 4 day processing time once it reaches the depot for your area

So now it's not going to arrive on time BECAUSE THEY DIDNT WARN YOU THEY WERE GETTING THE FUCKING COURIER SO YOU COULD TELL THEM NOT TO.

[softlyapocalytpic]

Another late game draft of a scene I wrote a few months ago. Wip… Friday early morning…?

Context: Sunshine is one of the Courier Six and the companions she’s closest too are Veronica, Cass, and the subject of this fic: Arcade! He was one the last to join the ‘Lucky 8’s’ but he couldn’t resist not getting involved when he realized that a bunch of people with no idea what they were doing were in charge of deciding how the war went. He and Sunshine are friends through spite, luck, and dedication and so he trusted her with helping him gather the Remnants. She generally responded with answers that encouraged Arcade to let go of the past to forge a new future.

[Something, something, something about Arcade going to go help the Followers of the Apocalypse instead of staying with the Remnants and leading them at the Second Battle of Hoover Dam.]

And then Sunshine, in all of her elegance after he bore his heart to her said, “Wait-what? That’s bullshit.”

Arcade stared back at her, “I… what?”

She didn’t elaborate, “What do you mean you’re leaving? The war isn’t over yet!”

Arcade blinked back at her in surprise. Were they not having the same conversation? He furrowed his brow. He’d thought they’d finally been on the same page for once, in fact he’d really taken to heart all she’d said, after all if anyone knew about freedom of the self… it was her. Perhaps she misunderstood what he meant? It’d be far from the first time they’d had a miscommunication.

He started again slowly, “Sunshine… I want to go back to the Followers, to Freeside. When the war breaks out they’re going to need all the help they can get. Let’s be honest here, I’m much better off there than I am here. Sure, for a moment I thought…” He let himself trail off as everything he’d been working through these past few months came to the surface.

He shook his head and continued, “That doesn’t matter now. You were right. I’ve lived in the shadow of my father’s legacy for too long and I need to move on and focus on what I care about.” He chuckled sheepishly, “I wasn’t much for combat anyway.”

“Yeah, I know I was right, but that’s not the point. How’d you get from anything I said that you should run back to Freeside with your tail tucked between your legs?”

She stared at him like he was being the unreasonable one, and angry heat rose to his cheeks as he stared, incredulously, back at her.

He tried, and failed, to take a steadying breath, “I- what is happening right now? What are you even saying?”

Unsurprisingly, she didn’t back down, because of course she couldn’t after gloriously putting her foot in her mouth again. No, he could see the fiery determination in her eyes, like she was fighting a battle that no one else saw. He wish he understood what was going through her head- it was always an uphill battle with her. Where did the breakdown begin? When had they stopped being on the same page?

Had they ever been? Had he just been making it up this whole time? When she’d talked about moving on from the past, how sad and pathetic she thought it was that the Remnants were caught up in it, he’d thought he’d finally got it. And then…

No, that was stupid. They had been communicating. They were friends. He wasn’t living in some other reality where none of that was true, but then what was even going on here?

She said, “You heard me! Shits getting tough and you want to go back to a place where you didn’t even make a difference- you’re not making your own path you’re just running away,” and it was like a record scratching. A rubber band snapping under the stress of too much pull.

Yes, that seemed rather fucking accurate. The cool icy wave of shock hit him so hard he stepped away from her, and he felt his eye twitch. He’d been patient, maybe a little critical, but he’d given her chance after chance. She put her foot in her mouth? He took the time to understand what she was saying. She made yet another impulsive decision? He helped her figure out how to fix it in the aftermath. She needed something to listen and help her understand how her fucking actions and words hurt people, HE WAS THERE. He’d been pulled in so many directions, asked to fill hats that he’d had no business filling, and he’d done so because he knew that in the end he was making a difference.

Both with the Followers and here he’d been curt and yes, a little sassy, if you wanted to call it that, but he’d been exceptionally patient with a world that kept asking more and more of him. He’d answered that call because he cared. He bothered to give a shit when no one else did, but now?

Now?

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

There was a flash of uncertainty in her eyes, but at this particular moment he didn’t care. He continued on, and this time, he didn’t leave any room for her to butt in,

“I thought I understood you. Really, I did. I thought we’d gotten on the same page, that we had learned to communicate with each other about how we’re feeling, but this? This is frankly ridiculous. I don’t even understand what you’re playing at here, Sunshine! Am I a player in the game, and you’ve just outsmarted me, or am I just a pawn for you to jerk around and place wherever is best? Ready to be sacrificed for your benefit the moment it’s most convenient for you?”

“Cade-”

“No. Don’t. I’ve had enough. I’m not going to let you manipulate me the way you so love doing to others and I’m not going to let you charm your way out of this one. I opened my heart to you. I was scared, I was unsure, and I was trusting you because I thought I knew you and knew that you better than anyone would ever give you credit for. You were all about letting go of the past, of not letting the legacy of others define you, because you yourself didn’t want to be defined by Amy.”

She flinched.

“What was going through your head this whole time? What was even your honest opinion on everything I told you about my life? Did you suddenly realize that I wasn’t going to be playing a part in your little war anymore, and decided yank me back, or were you just scared you were going to lose control of me? It’s so ironic, really, how it seems like you’ve gone to take House’s place in the grand scheme, but he wasn’t on the ground to deal with the consequences of his actions. But you are. And I think you know that. You’re scared. You’re scared of a lot, and that’s why-”

“Yeah! I am!”

He stopped. He stopped and he watched. Tears spilled over brown eyes that were too soft for someone like her, and she was crumpled in on herself, smaller than he’d ever seen her.

Sunshine didn’t cry. Ever. She got angry, she got rude, she got cold, but the one thing he’d never seen her do was cry through everything that had happened in the Mojave. If anything, he’d been expecting her to dish all of this back at him in equal force, but maybe for the first time he was seeing a young twenty-three-year-old staring helplessly back at him.

“I-I’m… I’m sorry, Cade. I’m sorry.”

Not once had she ever said that to him. Not once had she’d gone back on what she’d said and apologized because she was too prideful for that. He’d thought she still was.

“I-I just…” He watched her. Anger boiling off, he watched her struggle to string together the right words, and suddenly he remembered the stumbling idiot who asked him to travel with her. She’s said it all wrong, but her heart had been in it, and it was that charm that had brought him into her gravity.

Finally like a fish gasping for air, “What would you even do there? You weren’t- you weren’t happy. You spent your time trying to shove weeds together to make something you know you couldn’t. You complained constantly how you wanted to do more, be more for Vegas, and now you wanna go back? To WHAT?”

She continued, desperate, “You can’t go. You can’t. The Remnants- they need you. You’re good, Arcade, but the Remnants aren’t. They’re fucked up, but they like people with good hearts. Without a hear they’ll hurt people even if they don’t like it, cuz they don’t give enough of a shit about doing the right thing. The Followers have plenty of good hearts. They don’t need you. The Remnants do.”

He didn’t need to be a psychologist to know she wasn’t talking about them. This had never been about the Remnants, not for a minute. He didn’t think she’d say it. Then again, he hadn’t ever thought she’d apologize. He felt a little like an idiot that he hadn’t realize sooner.

“And I- I need you around too. I don’t,” she sniffed and tried to wipe away the tears, “I don’t know what I’d do if you left. You’re one of my best friends.”

Oh.

“Oh.”

Sunshine sighed, defeated almost, and said,“Ronnie is… she’s great. You two are… real similar. All heart, y’know? But she’s lost a lot her hope after what happened, and Half Pint, they had big ideas, but after the Divide” She grimaced and shook her head, “You’re the heart, y’know? The person who never gives up caring. You could be bitter, and jaded, but you wanna make the world a better place. Everybody else is too broken right now to fight like you do for a better world, and that could’ve been you but… you didn’t give in. You could’ve. But you didn’t, and you… being around you makes me better.”

“I don’t care, still, honestly, about being the best person who ever walked, but I care about what all of you think- I care about how you see me, and I know that… that I’d be lonely without you around.

“And you- you weren’t happy. I never really saw you smile when you worked at the Fort. You didn’t get to change anything. You didn’t get to be anything. Too scared to make a noise and get caught. But then you left and you- you argued! You laughed, and smiled. I felt like you- like you liked making a change, like you liked fighting for change.”

“I love Julie. She’s amazing, but she can’t change things the way you want her to, but you can.”

She looked to the door, “Fuck your dad. Fuck his legacy. Make your own. Don’t go to Followers to avoid him, and definitely don’t go if you give a shit about fighting for what you believe in.”

Oh.

Sunshine, true to her word, was always a wildcard. He laughed, honestly this time, and wiped a tear from his eye.

He said, “I don’t… I don’t think anyone’s defended me before. Or… or said that they needed me.”

Her shoulders relaxed, “Yeah, well…” she didn’t continue her thought.

“Thank you, Sunny. I’d really rather prefer you say it the right way the first time,” he laughed again, a little delirious, “I don’t know how you can speak so well and so poorly at the same time.”

“I… sorry. Again. I didn’t mean to- to hurt your feelings.”

“I apologize as well… even if I was warranted in being angry at you, it wasn’t fair to take jabs.”

She finally smiled up at him “Eh, I kinda deserved it.”

“Well, if you insist. You kinda did. Your kind of an asshole.”

I have a lot of feelings on this since I standby Sunny’s characterization and Arcade does give her hell for being an ass, but boy howdy I don’t want to give off the impression that she just gets away with being an asshole to people. Or, more accurately, that she gets away with being an ass to people she cares about. She requires a lot of patience, a lot of patience that she sometimes doesn’t deserve, but she cares a lot and while she selfishly wants Arcade close she also wants him to live his best life. It’s complicated!

Their dynamic has always meant a lot to me. I think big brother would be the wrong term, as would any kind of paternal figure label, but Arcade is Sunny’s family and she takes care of her family (eventually). She’s selfish, and knows it, and only starts to care when she realize the cool people she surrounds herself with are getting hurt from her being stupid.

And I think Arcade benefits from having someone who’s willing to take a piss out of things, and who really soaks in what his has to say about an independent Vegas. Who, despite her flaws, finds what he has to say really compelling and wants to make that future with him.

Also, I know why for gameplay purposes why all the companion quest lines end in binary choices, but they don’t accurately represent how I think Sunny or Half Pint would handle these situations. Sunny is all about shucking off the old, but she isn’t filled with mercy and forgiveness, but she isn’t callous and embittered. Anyway anyway, thoughts over.

[refrone]

Anyone in the US ever ordered something from Asia? How long did it take for your package to arrive?

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[acerikus]

Still no update on tracking for loop plushie today. Immense stress

[divukanwar]

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[msupporter]

डिलिवरी बॉय नौकरियां: कूरियर कार्यालय नौकरी रिक्तियां

डिलिवरी बॉय नौकरियां अगर आप रोजगार की तलाश में हैं या नौकरी की तलाश में हैं तो यह जानकारी आपके लिए फायदेमंद होगी, यहां हमने आपको कूरियर जॉब्स के बारे में बताया है। हम आपको बताएंगे कि कौन से कोरियर आपके लिए अच्छा काम कर सकते हैं और रोजगार प्रदान कर सकते हैं। और आपको अच्छी सैलरी और इनकम मिल सकती है. सबसे पहले बात करते हैं What is the work of a courier? कूरियर में रोजगार पाने के लिए कुछ दिशानिर्देश…

[lazycats-stuff]

Please a Clark fic, where reader is a new intern adn Clark is just love struck. And he slowly starts to court (?) the reader, and at some point take him home for a home-cooked meal, where the reader meets Conner and Jon. I think Conner at first doesn't really like reader, but Jon immediately clings to reader. After some time Conner warms up to reader and they all become a happy family

Of course my dear anon. Some superfam sounds good right now. Also, I have decided to make (Y/N) from Gotham... It sounds good, trust me.

Summary: Clark likes (Y/N). Conner is suspicious.

Warnings: I don't think there's any... Fluff mostly.

" Morning Clark. " Lois said to him as she passed him to get some coffee. Clark simply nodded as he booted his computer to start up. He had a piece to write about Lex Luthor scandal which for once wasn't brought to light by the Justice League.

An anonymous whistleblower who contacted Daily Planet with a shit ton of damning evidence. Clark jumped on the said opportunity to expose Lex, both as Superman and Clark Kent.

" Working on the Lex thing? " She asked as she came back, leaning on the edge of his desk, glancing at the computer screen to check the progress. " Yes, it's great to see how he's slowly crumbling. The stock share prices are going down faster than our faith in humanity. " Clark said with a smile, making Lois chuckle.

" Yeah, it's truly satisfying. Also, I have some news for you Smallville. " She said, stopping to sip her warm coffee. Clark raised his brow, fixing his glasses as he leaned back in his chair, smoothing his pants out.

" What those might be Lois? " Clark asked, turning his chair to face her fully.

" We got an intern. Someone from Gotham it seems. His name is (Y/N) and he will work in this department. " Lois stated, lifting her cup of coffee as if she was silently saying finally.

" Oh really? " Clark asked, tilting his head in curiosity. " It seems that Perry has decided to throw us a bone. We could use a courier. " Clark joked and Lois chuckled.

It's nice to have an extra set of hands. " Also, did you say he was from Gotham? " Clark inquired and Lois nodded. Clark whistled quietly. Gotham people are often tougher and more direct and even more blunt.

Clark knew that very well, ahem, read Bruce.

" That will be a nice change of pace. Someone with tough skin. " Clark noted and Lois nodded.

" Now we have someone to take as a bodyguard when we go out. Everyone is afraid of Gotham people. " She joked, sipping more of her coffee before her eyes moved forward, right behind Clark. He turned his chair around to check what she was looking at.

She was looking at the new intern who entered with their boss, Perry White. The room fell silent as Perry stood with a tall guy, (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes in a suit, standing with a stoic look on his face. And there was a Gotham aura and vibe radiating from (Y/N).

Clark had to stifle a chuckle.

" Everyone, this is our new intern, his name is (Y/N). He transferred from Gotham. Be nice to him. I don't want chaos around here. As for you (Y/N), you'll be working with Kent. He is more than capable to show you the ropes. " Perry said and Clark raised his brow from his seat.

Being a mentor isn't new to him anymore, ever since Conner came as a clone and stepping up ever since then. And since Jon came into the picture, he had no choice but to really step it up as a father. Since the mom left...

Clark rubbed his forehead for a moment, then set his sight back on (Y/N). Clark looked him up and down subtly. He... He is drop dead gorgeous in Clark's eyes. Clark did have a few relationships with men in the past, but he was always more attracted to women.

But the tides have changed.

Clark has been struck with probably love at first sight. He never really felt like this before... So lovestruck. Oh Bruce would have laughed so hard at him in this situation...

Oh God and he is responsible for (Y/N) too? This won't be good in the slightest. He gulped quietly as Perry led (Y/N) to him and the office started bustling with activity again.

" This is Clark Kent (Y/N). Kent, you'll be making sure he gets the basics down since I'm sure Gotham Daily Planet is not up to standard with us. " Perry joked, making (Y/N) laugh.

Clark's heart did a few flips at the laughter. Oh dear God, (Y/N) is so damn adorable when he laughs. But he looks so damn tough too and it makes it a bit more difficult to read.

Gotham does make you more tough.

" Also, this is Lois. " Perry introduced and (Y/N) shook hands with her. Clark stood up and shook hands with (Y/N), whose hands were so soft. Oddly enough. For a Gothamite especially.

" Clark, nice to meet you. " Clark said with a firm handshake. (Y/N) nodded. " (Y/N), nice to meet you. " He said politely.

" Well, I'll take you around the office to show you around and then you can help Kent or whatever else he needs. " Perry said before he led (Y/N) away, telling him about the Daily Planet and how good the place is.

" You are in love Smallville. " Lois said behind her coffee mug making Clark sigh quietly.

She won't let this go.

" Don't you have some work Lois? " Clark asked her, clearly not in the mood to deal with her teasing. Lois simply snickered and raised her hand and mug in a way to show she surrenders and left to go to her desk, that was, coincidentally, right next to Clark's.

" This is will be fun. " Lois muttered under her breath, knowing fully well that Clark could hear her. Clark simply rolled his eyes. She was right, though, this was going to be fun. Clark listened intently to Perry and (Y/N)'s conversation. His super hearing is something that he can't just turn off anyway.

Might as well use it.

After a few months, Clark decided to start making his moves. He decided to start with bringing some coffee every morning to them both. (Y/N) was suspicious at first, the Gotham nature in him telling him to not trust because, again, Gotham makes you on guard all the time.

Especially when someone is nice to you. Maybe (Y/N) is a bit more cold, but every Gotham native is like that. If you try to be nice to them, they are a bit suspicious. Can you blame (Y/N)? But, Clark's ambition and patience had slowly been paying it off.

It started with small cups of coffee every morning to get the energy going for writing and editing articles. (Y/N)'s editing skills were insanely good and Clark was more than impressed the first time (Y/N) showed him the finished version.

Then, (Y/N) was being sent out on the field with a camera to capture events and what not. Perry justified with the saying, you are from Gotham, you'll be fine.

And that turned out to be true actually.

One day, while dropping off some photos at Perry's office, his face was bloody and it was clear that there was some sort of brawl or a fight. Clark and the rest of the office was concerned, but (Y/N) simply acted casually, as if nothing had happened to him.

The only thing he is said is, 'You should see the other guy.'

It made Clark think of Bruce and his nature. Tough Gotham nature.

But Clark had a lot of experience with that nature. Again, dealing with Bruce's nature made it easier to navigate (Y/N). And although (Y/N) and Bruce are two completely opposite people in every shape and form, it still gave Clark good points what not to do and what to do.

And slowly but surely, he did it.

He asked (Y/N) to come with him to his house, for some dinner. A nice good, old, home cooked meal. A recipe his mom sent him so he could impress (Y/N).

(Y/N) was pleasantly surprised and decided to say yes. As well, (Y/N) knew that Clark is a father. 2 boys, if he could judge from his framed photos on his desk. One younger and one older.

Conner and Jon if (Y/N) remembers correctly. Jon is younger and Conner is the older one. And (Y/N) remembered that Clark was a single parent.

So, (Y/N) decided to accept and say yes to the call, never saying no to a good, nice, homecooked meal. And Clark was a nice guy too so it wasn't a bad thing. He was cute too and (Y/N) slowly started to like him.

So, entering his place, he was greeted by Clark's sons, Jon and Conner. Jon is a bubbly personality, immediately clinging onto him. (Y/N) thought that he was adorable.

But Conner was a whole another story. He was more cold and calculating and clearly suspicious of (Y/N). (Y/N) respected it. Don't trust people that have just entered your life.

All in all, the dinner went well and Clark and (Y/N) went on a few dates and soon enough started dating seriously. Soon enough, after a few years, the two got married.

However, during that time, Conner and (Y/N) got more and more closer. It was a nice feeling and was rather emotional for them both. Clark was happy and soon enough, (Y/N) had two boys to call his sons, despite not being biologically related to them.