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- Indie - Multi-ship - Semi-Selective - Mutuals Only - OC Friendly - Roleplay blog for Sturges of Fallout 4. - Mature content found on blog, please proceed with caution.

[adxvictoricm]

I get what you guys are sayin, I really do. But Fallout is a HUGE game with a TON of characters. I just feel really bad seeing all of these Danses but seeing so many characters being pushed to the wayside. Like Sturges... I love him to pieces but I don’t see ONE BLOG for him. It just makes me feel guilty that I could be roleplaying him rather than Danse, who already has all this attention. I know that there are probably people who like my Danse, but don’t you think that I should make another character more recognized instead? I love Danse, really I do, but I just feel soooo bad... watching other characters get wasted and pretty much ignored.

and the cool thing is that, with Sturges and Haylen, their backstories are barely touched upon. I could be more creative with their histories than with Danse. So it’s not a bad thing that I’m going to get rid of Danse, alright? I just know that there are other characters that need a bit more love than they currently have.

[adxvictoricm]

oh, goodness... i think i’m gonna stop roleplaying danse. there’s a lot of active danse blogs and i want to add something fresh. i love playing as him, but it’s gonna get dull having so many. so im either going to choose another character to play as or just delete this blog and move over to the haylen one.

[adxvictoricm]

        He expected the surprise, though he also expected a lot more emotions than the one he’d gotten. He searched the other’s face carefully, half-expecting some hidden emotion to be shown there. He saw none, but the other might be hiding them. He rather doubted it, as the other was intoxicated, but he felt that it could be a possibility. He flinched, and nodded, as the other asked him if the Brotherhood had found out. Oh yes, they most certainly had. “Through my DNA, not because I told them.” He still felt like he needed to defend himself and inform others that he didn’t know what he was. “I swear, I never knew what I was. I was just as shocked as everyone else...” 

       The former Paladin seemed to relax when the other assured him that didn’t change how he viewed him. But that relaxation soon faltered. The other had clearly been drinking before him, so how much stock could Danse put into that? He may think that while he was drunk, but what about when he was sober? Would those idealizations change? Would he even remember what he’d been told? He sighed and took another sip of his drink. He needed to stop thinking so hard. This was not a way to spend a holiday.

      He shrugged as he heard Ben’s question. Of course he questioned it! Towards certain things, he was completely oblivious. Not only that, but he himself didn’t know what he was. How could one be considered intelligent if they didn’t even know what they were? He turned to face Ben. “I didn’t even know what I was, Ben. I had to be informed of that, through my blood. I would have died for a cause that I shouldn’t have even been a part of. I’m giving myself as much credit as I deserve. Besides, I’m a Synth. I was programmed with my thoughts and memories, so my ‘intelligence’ isn’t even mine to begin with.” After that last remark, Danse fell quiet and turned back towards the counter.

      “Nothing I have is mine,” He murmured before he started to gulp down his whiskey. He secretly prayed that it would drown him.

[adxvictoricm]

       The offer to assist him shocked the former Paladin. Didn’t she know what he was? Didn’t she know what helping him would entail? He tried to move, but the blood was pouring from his wound far too quickly. He laid back down as he realized that he was completely at her mercy. “You shouldn’t... you really shouldn’t help me... Arthur won’t... wouldn’t like that...” His breath was shaking, he was becoming light-headed. No, don’t betray the Brotherhood over me. You should know the protocols. Then again, he knew that Arthur wouldn’t kill a man that was already down; even if that man was a Synth. He wouldn’t help them, for sure, but he wouldn’t kill them either. The rest of the Brotherhood followed that same code. Once an enemy was down, they moved on... until that downed person got up and retaliated by shooting at them.

         Danse was not in the position to be shooting anybody, as much as he hated to admit it. He didn’t even know where his laser rifle was at that point. When she spoke again, he could merely look at her. He knew some battlefield remedies as well, but he couldn’t perform them on himself. Not at that point. “Don’t waste your medical supplies on me,” Go help the actual Brotherhood soldiers. He thought to himself. He wouldn’t allow her to waste the Brotherhood’s medical supplies on a Synth such as himself. He glanced over at the blood stained walls with a wince. Had those other Synths escaped? Or had they been slaughtered? Or was that blood his own? “Did... Who died?” He changed the subject off of himself. He needed to know. He couldn’t recall killing anyone, or witnessing the death of another, but that was a decent amount of blood.

           He grimaced when she asked about his name, his temper suddenly flaring. “No, it’s not. It’s just Danse. I’m not a Paladin anymore, in fact I’m not much of anything, so don’t even bother calling me a sir!” His pain made his tone sound harsh. “I’m just a Synth. A Synth that’s about to take his last breaths. Then I’ll die and be forgotten just like any other Synth is!” He hoped that would deter her from asking him anymore questions. Maybe she would just leave and let him die in peace. Well, after she informed him whether or not he’d actually did his job. “Now... just tell me if anyone died, alright? I need to know.” He had to die with some dignity, at the very least. He supposed he sounded aggressive, but he didn’t care at that point. He was laying on the ground, bleeding out. Being friendly was the last thing on his mind.

            Though his temper did seem to falter a bit. He was in excruciating pain and the rest of his energy was beginning to fade.

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

Touch Meme

[wanderingvale-a-deactivated2019]

alannasroleplaymemes:

Send a symbol to have your Muse touch my Muse in a certain way and see how they react!

➟ Pull on their hair/clothing ➡ Smack dat ass ➢Grope them ➣ Slap their hand away ➤ Punch/Slap/Assault them ➥ Rub their back ➧ Massage their shoulders ➨ Put their hand between mine’s legs ➚Tickle them ➙ Pinch them ➛Poke them ➜ Play with mine’s hair ➝ Feel mine’s heartbeat

[adxvictoricm]

deathclawjunkie replied to your post: mx001e replied to your post: ...

he can no longer say ad victorium without thinking about a butt….. hopefully a nice one.

of course! he’ll think of arthur maxson’s butt. for it is the purest of butts.

[adxvictoricm]

mx001e replied to your post: ass victoriam ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

he looks so sad about that omgfdhs

he is very sad about it. one of his favorite sayings has been tainted forever.

[adxvictoricm]

ass victoriam ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[adxvictoricm]

TOUCHES BUTT //whoooooops

{ TOUCH THE SYNTH BOOTY | Accepting }

       It was one thing, to have one’s ass be touched by friends, lovers or even acquaintances. But when a complete stranger touched Danse’s derriere, it was a complete different story. He turned to face the other male, face red from being flustered, surprised and annoyed. For a moment, he struggled to find the words and simply spluttered. But he finally managed to regain control over himself. He’d gotten compliments over his rear before, but he never thought that a stranger would touch it. “I know that the Commonwealth is a tough place to live, or find someone to romance, but I don’t think we need to get this desperate now do we?” He said that, though it he looked like he may have liked it a little bit.

[adxvictoricm]

butt touch 👀

{ TOUCH THE SYNTH BOOTY | Accepting }

      He was pretty damn sure that Vale was just trying to mess with him. He lifted his brow at her then he shook his head. For someone intent on saving Synths, she sure had a difficult time focusing on the job at hand. “You shouldn’t be touching my butt, Vale. We’re out in the open here. Besides, don’t we have a Synth that we should be saving or something?” He was trying to keep himself calm, but he was obviously flustered. He had to admit - he wasn’t used to having his booty touched.

[adxvictoricm]

“TOUCHES BUTT” ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ //ignore if you want!

{ TOUCH THE SYNTH BOOTY | Accepting }

     He gave her a scolding look. “I may not be a Paladin anymore, but I’d appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself.” Even though he said that, there was a pink tint to his cheeks. Right, so they should most definitely should move on and never mention it happened. He just hoped that it was only an accident. “I mean, it’s not all that professional to be touching my butt.” 

[adxvictoricm]

“ please just let me forget. ”

{ Five Word Starters | Accepting }

        There were things that Danse wanted to forget. But, he’d begun to realize that was what made him... Danse. He frowned when the other spoke about wanting to forget what happened to him. He sighed and closed his eyes. They where in a run-down building, as rain fell outside. It was a little chilly, but Danse was able to cope. He’d been through worse. He pressed against Liam, as if he was trying to keep warm, but he was actually trying to be soothing. He was just terrible at making his actions appear as soothing. It was a bit strange, as he thrived on physical contact. He supposed it came from his lack of social abilities. It occurred to Danse that he should attempt to speak, even if he didn’t exactly know what to say.

       “I... I know how you feel. There are some things that I’d rather not remember as well. I... um... I used to have a friend named Cutler...” His voice trailed off and he fell silent for a few moments. That probably wasn’t helping. “Um... I think that there’s memories that everyone want to forget. But, if we forget them, then we wouldn’t be us anymore.” He murmured. He realized that still might not be all that helpful to the other male either. He as terrible at being helpful. He supposed that he should stop trying to find a way to help the other. Instead he just tucked his legs against his chest and he stared out the window across from them. There was a hole in the roof above, which caused a thick drizzle to surround them. With another shiver, he pressed closer to Liam.

        Outside, he could hear the sounds of a few Deathclaws. He hoped that they wouldn’t try breaking into their rather exposed hiding place. He held his breath, but the sounds eventually passed. The rain must be aiding in masking his and Liam’s scent. He supposed that was one pro of being out in the rain. But it certainly was not the most comfortable weather to be exposed to. “We’re going to have to find a better place to sleep.” He said. “It’s way too open out here.” 

[octoberinspo]

SENTENCE STARTERS. Flirty/Suggestive/NSFW Edition.

Feel free to add your own.

[octoberinspo]

“Wow, you’re hot.”

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

“You know, those/that (list body part) of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

“Hot damn.”

“So, you come here often?”

“Well, well. My night just got better.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“You have got a great ass.”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“You enjoying the view over there?”

“Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

“Don’t be bashful. You know you want to.”

“You can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

“You wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

“I’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

“It’s been a long day. Why don’t we help each other unwind?”

“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I wanna see you get naked.”

“You’re getting me all worked up.”

“What do we have here?”

“I see someone’s happy to see me.”

“Play your cards right, and I just might have to put you on speed dial.”

“You like that, don’t you?”

“How do you want me?”

“I’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

“God, you’re perfect.”

“I really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

“You. Me. Sex. Now.”

“I’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

“You wanna help me out of this ___?” (Insert article clothing here.)

“Can I keep you?”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Oh my, looks like I/you dropped something.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

“I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

“It’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

[adxvictoricm]

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

{ Five Word Starters | Accepting }

       Even though the Commonwealth was what many would call a ‘wasteland’, there was still quite a bit of beauty in the world. Most of it could only be recognized when high up on buildings or in the air. There were also destroyed roadways that could be explored as well, though often not for long. It was during the night and Danse had brought Toki into what used to be a bustling city. He’d taken him up one of aforementioned roadways, in order to let him see how much the world had changed. He managed a small smile when the other mentioned the view. “Yeah, I never tire of the view. Even though there was a Fallout, there still is a remarkable amount of beauty left. You just have to know the right places to find it.”

       He closed his eyes as he reminisced on the time when he first boarded the Prydwen. The first time he’d been airborne. It had been quite the experience. “The city looks a whole hell of a lot more gorgeous in the sky,” He informed him as he looked up at the stars. “When I was in the Brotherhood, there were Vertibirds. I used to love riding in them any chance I got. If I ever got the chance to be airborne again...” He closed his eyes at the thought, appearing to actually be legitimately happy for a change.

        A distant gunshot pulled him out of his fantasies. He knew it wasn’t a danger, he’d picked a relatively safe spot, but it reminded him not to let his guard down too much. “It’s kind of shame that the beauty can’t be more recognized. People are too afraid. But who could blame them? The Commonwealth isn’t exactly a safe place.” He finally came to a stop, where the road had collapsed. Another section of road stretched out in front of them, but the huge gap could not be jumped. Though it did not appear that was what Danse had in mind. He sat down on the ledge, looking down at the land below.

       “What’s it like? In your world?” He asked, as he looked over at him. He’d always wanted to know what the world had looked like before. He knew their dimensions most likely weren’t the same but... At least it would give him an idea.

[adxvictoricm]

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

{ Five Word Starters | Accepting }

         Danse reeled back as though she’d slapped him across the face. He was loyal to any he was close to. Anger and pain clouded his vision as he tried to hold back tears. “You doubt my loyalty? You think I just go out and replace people on a whim?” His body started to shake from withheld emotions. “It hurts that you think that I would just replace somebody I’m close to.” He needed to get some fresh air. He stood up and started towards the door. “I need to go for a walk.” The former Paladin looked over his shoulder, as he felt tears stinging his eyes. He refused to let her see him cry. He’d not give her the satisfaction to see exactly how hurt he was. 

        He didn’t know what he possibly could have done to make her think that he’d just replace her. He knew he was removed, and kept to himself, but he didn’t think he’d given off the vibes that he’d just go out and find someone else. A sigh slipped through his lips and he allowed the fresh air to fill his nostrils. He found a place not too far from the house and sat down on a fallen log. “Like I have anyone else,” He murmured, with another sigh.

[adxvictoricm]

*touches butt* .... *gropes it too, why not*

{ TOUCH THE SYNTH BOOTY | Accepting }

         Sun-kissed cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson. It seemed that it didn’t matter whether they were out in public or alone. “I think that we’re going to have to start limiting the touching at this rate. You can’t keep your hands off me.” From his tone, it was difficult to tell whether or not Danse was being serious. It was intended to be playful, as it wasn’t like there were any other people around. “Though I guess it’s too difficult for you to keep your dick in your pants for more than an hour.” He took a step forward and wiggled his hips before he kept walking, snickering to himself.

        They probably shouldn’t be fooling around in the middle of the Wasteland, but Atticus had started it. He was taken by mild surprise when he was groped and he turned to look at him. “You’re just making my point even more valid. You really need to learn some self control,” Okay, Danse had to admit, he was just teasing him now.