nomadical

[nomadical]

Far Cry 5 Scenery 09/???

[nomadical]

     You can’t get to ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ unless you get through ᴍ ᴇ . 

[nomadical]

&& propheresy // ber.

To interact fruitfully with Beraiah, one must first understand what the world looks like to a man like him. Only nineteen years old, he’s been on the front lines of a siege that no one else has noticed. He’s watched the adults that give his life direction and parameters preach and rave and snarl, every word conjuring the great, inescapable evil of the world, hatred and sin encroaching from all sides. They have made a garden to protect themselves, to protect the children, but there is always someone trying to breach their barriers and ram down their gates. Ber has been raised for that, the constant vigilance, the hair trigger judgement. He cannot afford to hesitate. One mistake and all the children die. One mistake and everything the Heralds have built for them goes up in flames.

So a man like that looks at a man like Paul with mounting wariness. He becomes all guard dog in these moments, staring intently at those that would loiter at the border, neither in nor out. Perhaps that is why he remarks it to the apothecary, not yet unfriendly, not yet meaning harm. There is a choice and it cannot be avoided forever. Paul wants to help, Ber can see that. Paul wants people to be safe and happy. So why not finally take the leap? He’d feel better for it, away from the hateful ignorant sinners that inhabit the rest of the county. He, too, could be safe from what is to come.

He is silent as Paul clumsily evades the topic. He is silent as he approaches the truck and begins unloading crates. Perhaps he moves a little too close as he reaches into the trunk for the medkits. Perhaps he can smell fear. With the way the Chosen eyes Paul, it’s anybody’s guess.

“We’re expecting some births soon. Gonna need vaccines.” He remarks after a while. A list is produced and presented. “By the end of next month we need to have that stocked. Can you handle it?” Having the order flown in is possible but an unnecessary hassle. John prefers to shop locally. At least in this respect.

“Something bothering you, doc? You’re sweating.”

There’s no using any kind of handtruck he’s got stored away with his haul. The ground’s too wet and muddy. All it’d do is stick and make the job harder. They’ll need to load them a few at a time up to where the drop off point is. Always at the very edge of the gate. He never goes past it. Never goes in. He’s not been invited. Lately. He was in the beginning, but they stopped. Maybe his reaction was enough to stave off the invitations (for now). Always too busy, always needing to rush back and get the rest of his work done. Always needing to go, go, go because what was behind those gates? He had no idea about. (His brain wanted to remain blissfully ignorant on purpose.) 

And he wanted to keep it that way. 

Remain blind to whatever was left that he couldn’t remain blind to. The twisting in his belly. The chilly way he felt when he’d see one of the helpers, or that’s what he thought they were, go walking by. Barely noticing he was there. Or if they did. They looked at him Lost and hungry and..something else. 

HAUNTED. JUDGING. 

Two heavy boxes in his arms, he feels a chill against his side when Ber comes close. They meet eyes regardless. Paul’s dont drop or budge away. He holds eye contact well. Respectfully. Without hesitation in spite of his guard being up. He’s not there to judge. He’s there to make sure they have the things they need to be healthy. Taken care of. Swallowing over the lump in his throat, a brow quickly jerks up.

“Y-eah, I’m fine. No. Nothing’s bothering me.” His smile is wide enough to show teeth. Bright white. It even makes his eyes pinch at their corners. “Long day on the road,” the smile fades and his head dips into a nod. “Of course. I can get those for you.” His apothecary can get vaccines through the pharmacy easy enough. The townsfolk don’t ask him many questions. They know he helps more people than Hope County regulars. But with the tensions the way they are? Paul makes sure they don’t know the depth of who. 

“Lead the way..” His chin tilts towards the gate as he hikes up his boxes with one knee and goes to follow.

[nomadical]

hello lovelies! big update. sorry it’s long!

// my deepest apologies for all the quiet from me lately. tbh. i wasn’t in the best place mentally. after five deaths in the family in a very short amount of time (one being my father-in-law) and just barely any time to let one sink in before another happened. plus just my already there depression and anxiety/ocd in and of themselves… my brain hasn’t been in the headspace to write much. much less do it on tumblr where it’s always better for you if you’re in a good place mentally rather than not to be here, if we’re being real.

but. i have been working on things with my other half. our lives were really strained for a while. but we came out on the better side of things and it feels like we’re in a much happier and healthier both mentally and spiritually spots nowadays.

i’m going to be making a deep dive at a comeback to writing here this coming week. got a new computer and just upgraded my life in general. played a lot of games. kept my circle small. and worked on my house.. now i’m ready to be around the sweethearts i love and dive back into the things i adore doing with those i adore doing things with.

..and that’s you guys who are still here tbh.

so!! thanks for hanging in there. thanks for checking in and saying hi. and thanks for putting up with my sporadic at best presence and my long bouts of quiet. i, normally, just don’t share when i’m in a really bad spot. hate bringing others down cause in this day and age, there are so many people struggling. so? i focus on what i need to in order to come back in a better spot and i feel like i’m in that place now. 

y’all are the best. and i really do adore each one of you. i hope you know that!

much love,

dixon

[nomadical]

[nomadical]

Everyone I RP with deserves a Nobel Peace Prize for not killing me when I don’t reply for like a month

[nomadical]

@deadveiled​ || prompts for emotionally stunted idiots || accepting!

“  i don’t wanna talk about it. you got a beer?  ”  (rick grimes)

Rick sitting in his small trailer in the middle of the night wasn’t something he expected. Answering the knock on his door and seeing the other man there was, certainly, a surprise. But he’s far from unwelcome and Paul was up anyway. Company was welcome. Especially from Rick among a handful of others.

After ushering him inside, offering him a comfortable place to sit and giving him a good look over--Paul noticed the trouble in his eyes and quietly inquired if he was alright. The answer was everything he’d expect from Rick Grimes. The man isn’t the most open of books when it comes to people he knows. They’re one and the same when it comes to that, he figures. Can’t fault the man when he’s got a bad habit of shelling up most things that go below the surface of what he’s comfortable sharing on most days. Situation and people weighing in on that one.

“Not beer but it’s something?” Pushing his palms against his knees, he stands up and goes to retrieve a bottle and a couple glasses from his kitchen. When it comes back, one’s got a heavy handed pour (Rick’s) and his is about half that. “Cider. Just a recipe that makes it bite more than the regular kind,” he smiles and lifts a brow before handing Rick his glass. “Homemade.”

His head tilts, cup resting against his stomach as he rests back against the sofa. “Aside from whatever’s brought you here.. I hope everything else is alright?”

[nomadical]

[nomadical]

due to personal reasons I will be cheating death

[nomadical]

@wexarethewalkingxdead​ || prompts for emotionally stunted idiots || accepting!

“  i’m not gonna ask if ‘you’re okay’ cause that’s fuckin’ annoying.  you wanna get the hell out of here and do something?  ” (daryl dixon)

Paul feels like the walls are closing in. Every second he spends staring out over the grounds, thinking back to the night at the cemetery (because that’s all he’s been left with to DO), he swears he can still hear the whisper in his ear. Feel the whisperer’s warm breath on the shell of it. Smell the rankness of that man pretending to be one of the dead so close to him that it damn near felt intimate before the sharpness of the blade cut it’s way into him. And if he can’t get out of here soon? Get away from that train of thought? Those memories and where they take him? 

His mind’s going to snap and he’s not sure where that’s going to take him...

Or how the hell he’s going to get back from wherever that is. He’s seen others go there after trauma. (Rationalizing that this is from that experience--trauma--that’s what it is and he knows he has it and can see it in himself but knowing what to do with it? Yeah. He doesn’t. And that makes it even more INFURIATING.) Paul doesn’t want to end up like that. Powerless to anything but ghosts that haunt him. Suck away the life out of him. Leave him deader than he damn near was if it weren’t for Aaron and...

...Daryl. Daryl’s voice stirs him out of the motionless pose he has in his chair. His head turns, bright eyes peek out from a strand of hair that’s fallen from the loose bun at the back of his head. Relief instantly floods into his features at the offer. “Oh god. Yes. You have no idea..” It’s the first time he’s been offered. The first time someone’s talked to him like he’s made of anything more than glass. Well. Except Aaron who’s had to return home to Gracie. Rightfully so. But Daryl. Daryl just lit something up in his eyes that has him lowering his foot from the windowsill.

Takes him a minute. To get his boots on without grimacing. Gritted teeth get the job done but he’s got his beanie and a coat on and his bandages are minimal now. A small grin and he gives the other a devilishly wicked look. “Just gotta be prepared to talk our way past anyone who might think to police me back up here. If we aren’t careful.”

[nomadical]

@wrathfulmercy​​ || rest prompts || accepting!

missing piece. falling asleep somewhere that isn’t their bed.

Thing about winter in the middle of Virginia is that it can sneak up on you in the snap of a few clouds turning into a massive problem in a matter of a day turning into night. The weather treating them kind for the past few weeks, apparently, ran out on them in the middle of a run for both communities. Alexandria and Hilltop pooled their resources together to get through the worst of the winter. With there being a break in the worst of it, they figured they’d do the same for what might be another dreary spell.

What they didn’t expect, when apparently Paul and Rick were the ones to jump at the chance to get out from behind their prospective walls, was that dreary spell to come up with a clap of ice and snow hitting them so far out from home where you have to travel these days for anything worth the work. 

The two of them are lucky. They’ve managed to find shelter in a small house that’s got an intact roof, windows and walls. Even if the window frames rattle with the wind and neither one of them’ll trust the fireplace enough to build a fire...there’s blankets and the place is in relatively good shape considering. Minus the dust and build up that the years have littered over most of the surfaces. There’s blankets they found in the attic. A few from one of the bedrooms that were left. And their choice to hole up in one room meant there was less to heat and less to watch over once the entries were blocked and the windows in their hideaway were covered and sealed off from the wind.

Sitting facing one another. Paul on the floor. Rick on the bed. From his bag, there’s some canned apples and jerky to share for dinner. He makes sure they both have enough. “We’ll be back on the road as soon as we can. At least we haven’t seen a single soul out here. Knock on wood. Detour aside? Looks like a few of these houses might be worth picking through. Could be a blessing in disguise...” Small talk. He can do that.

[nomadical]

HOLD me fast. cause i’m a hopeless WANDERER. independent. private. mutuals only. paul “jesus” rovia from amc’s the walking dead. heavily canon divergent. crossed over into far cry 5. tlou, resident evil, ocs and other crossovers welcome. explored by: dixon.   --pc.

[nomadical]

ANOTHER EXTREMELY SPECIFIC SCENARIOS PROMPT LIST 

1) for sender to show up at receiver’s house to confront them about something only to find receiver is recovering from serious injuries. 

2) for receiver to show up at sender’s house to confront them about something only to find sender is recovering from serious injuries. 

3) for sender to show up at receiver’s house for a confrontation only to find them bleeding out and in need of medical assistance. 

4) for receiver to show up at sender’s house for a confrontation only to find them bleeding out and in need of medical assistance. 

5) sender never showed up to help receiver with something they promised to be there for.  receiver has been angry about it only to discover sender went through something traumatic and has been hiding the injuries from it. 

6) receiver never showed up to help sender with something they promised to be there for.  sender has been angry about it only to discover sender went through something traumatic and has been hiding the injuries from it. 

7) our muses have been at odds but sender wakes up after having been wounded and discovers receiver was the one to save them. 

8) our muses have been at odds but receiver wakes up after having been wounded and discovers sender was the one to save them. 

9) sender has been planning to sacrifice themselves for everyone else and let receiver be angry with them over something inconsequential to distance themselves.  receiver finds out just in time to stop them. 

10) receiver has been planning to sacrifice themselves for everyone else and let sender be angry with them over something inconsequential to distance themselves.  sender finds out just in time to stop them. 

[nomadical]

[nomadical]

@propheresy​ || confrontations || accepting!

“ you can’t run away from this forever.  ” (beraiah saad)

There’s mud two inches deep on either side of his boots. Paul doesn’t mind. But the sound is a bit stomach churning as he walks to the very edge of the compound. He doesn’t get as close as he used to. Tensions keep rising between the town and what’s going on out here..where ‘they’ are? He’s been getting some hellish looks leaving town and making his deliveries out this way. Has even had his fair share of confrontations about supplying the crazies (and that’s the kindest of the names the Seeds are getting for themselves) anything they might need. 

Paul doesn’t tell them the worst of it. How, from the corners of his eyes, even though he keeps his head down and tries his HARDEST not to see much (unsure if it’s plausible deniability he’s going for or attempting to convince himself that he’s not toeing over a line he doesn’t want to admit is there when he’s telling himself, and others, that it isn’t)----there’s a sinking feeling in his gut when he glimpses what’s going on behind Beraiah. Or around him on his way up to the last gate.

Or how the mud’s often mixed with a color too red to be rust when the rain washes the dirt downhill..

Brows shove together, he lifts one foot. A sickening sludgy gulp, sucking pop noise later--it’s free.

‘ you can’t run away from this forever. ’ Ber’s voice drags Paul’s attention up from the tan and copper/crimson laced gunk coating worn black leather and makes eye contact. He’s speechless. Pale, sea green eyes search the others like he doesn’t understand. HE DOES. Makes his blood turn cold. A slick coats his mouth and tongue.

“There’s nothing to run away from. Right? Whatever it is that happens here.. It’s not for me to judge. If people are happy and safe? That’s what religion’s for... Or that’s what I’d like to think. Most of the time? I only see people fighting about it.” He forces a smile, knowing his answer was complete bullshit. A total avoidance of the true meaning behind what Ber’s insinuating. “Anyway.. I could use your help getting all this out of the truck? Big order this week.. Almost cleared me out. Not that I’m complaining..” Ignore how heavy and fast the vein on his throat pounds. Ignore it. Nothing to see.

[nomadical]

Far Cry 5 (2018) ⤷ Faith’s Arena

[nomadical]

SOFT ACTION PROMPTS

[ REQUEST ] sender walks into receiver’s room hoping to crawl in bed with them. 

[ INVITE ] receiver walks into sender’s room hoping to crawl in bed with them. 

[ SETTLE ] receiver sits in sender’s lap and proceeds to play with their hair.

[ ALLOW ] sender sits in receiver’s lap and proceeds to play with their hair.

[ REST ] sender places their head in receiver’s lap. 

[ RELAX ] receiver places their head in sender’s lap. 

[ EXPLORE ] sender sits in receiver’s lap and wanders their fingers across their face. 

[ MAP ] receiver sits in sender’s lap and wanders their fingers across their face. 

[ SIT ] sender straddles receiver while in bed and runs their fingers along their body while they talk. 

[ LAY ] receiver straddles sender while in bed and runs their fingers along their body while they talks. 

[ PERCH ] receiver sits on the counter while sender cooks. 

[ WATCH ] sender sits on the counter while receiver cooks. 

[ CARE ] receiver finds the sender has fallen asleep somewhere and places a blanket or jacket over them. 

[ WARM ] sender finds the receiver has fallen asleep somewhere and places a blanket or jacket over them. 

[ ESCORT ] receiver notices the sender is starting to get sleepy so they pick them up to carry them to bed. 

[ CARRIED ] sender notices receiver is starting to get sleepy so they pick them up to carry them to bed. 

[ COMFORT ] receiver sits sideways,  cradled in sender’s lap. 

[ HELD ] sender sits sideways,  cradled in receiver’s lap. 

[ MORNING ] receiver wakes before sender and lays on top of them. 

[ RISE ] sender wakes before receiver and lays on top of them. 

[ JOIN ] receiver is laying on the floor/ground for some reason and sender simply joins them. 

[ SHARED ] sender is laying on the floor/ground for some reason and sender simply joins them. 

[ SPLASH ] receiver purposefully runs out into the rain without an umbrella to enjoy the storm while sender watches. 

[ OBSERVE ] sender purposefully runs out into the rain without an umbrella to enjoy the storm while receiver watches. 

[ APPROACH ] receiver wakes to find sender is already out of bed so they come find them and sleepily embrace them,  refusing to let go.

[ RESOLUTE ] sender wakes to find receiver is already out of bed so they come find them and sleepily embrace them,  refusing to let go. 

[ ROMANCE ] our muses kiss in the rain. 

[ WALTZ ] our muses dance together in their living room. 

[ WISH ] our muses stargaze. 

[ SUMMER ] our muses relax on a beach. 

[ WINTER ] our muses cuddle while watching a snow storm.