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list of pixie’s active muses.

addy carver of z nation ; highly active. @zwhacking

lone wanderer of fallout three, active @andomcga

zoe morris ( independent oc ), highly active @nopvrpose

#✖▐┊❛ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴜᴘ﹕ ᴘɪxɪᴇ·s ɢᴏᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ –– ( ooc )#( where i am if i'm not here )

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❛ now accepting payments in the form of dunkins’ giftca’hds, don’t give me that sta’hbucks shit. ❜

#✖▐┊❛ ʜɪɢʜ ϙᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇʟᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀsʜ –– ( self promo )

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

❛ i’m not even human anymore, ❜ quinn’s voice cracked with emotion, learning that someone had turned her into a synth without her consent instead of just letting her die. it killed her, was she even quinn anymore? she had all of quinn’s memories, of the vault, of her father’s death - of killing augustus autumn and watching charon turn on the water purifier. ❛ that guy - arthur? i knew him when he was a kid. maccready? the same, i… ❜ her lower lip trembled, her head hanging. ❛ i got to boston, and i remember there was a super mutant, and everything went black. ❜

#riflepackin #✖▐┊❛ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ ɢᴏᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴇs –– ( answers )#( quinn being reckless because she justifies it as 'my life doesn't matter i'm not human anymore' )

❂

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse

❂ ; wiping blood off their face.

the fighting was finally over, and truthfully it was nice to be back in the thick of it. not that you could really escape fighting nowadays. it felt like the capitol wasteland almost. in a good way… like home. however there wasn’t much loot to show for it, though there was an abundance of knowledge. terminals leading up to the war which quinn practically soaked in. she wanted to know everything about anything, and the world before was no exception. now though, now that every raider was down, she was repairing parts. a human vulture, picking on the dead to fix her own things. so enamored in her own thoughts she didn’t realize laura’s frame come close to her. a bandana in hand as she wiped away the blood that’d streaked the girl’s face. the synthetic was so used to being covered in oil, sweat, blood - it’d become second nature. a smile came onto her face, as her large brown eyes finally glanced up at the woman. ❛ thanks, i mean - y’could’a just told me i should clean myself up. ❜

#riflepackin #✖▐┊❛ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ ɢᴏᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴇs –– ( answers )

sandcvstles

five-word sentences.

“ please just let me forget. ”

“ c'mon try to guess what. ”

“ just leave me alone already. ”

“ no, i’m not going to. ”

“ you can’t change my mind. ”

“ my mind is made up. ”

“ i’m not gonna let you. ”

“ don’t do that to me. ”

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

“ why aren’t you listening now? ”

“ i want to sleep forever. ”

“ you need to leave now. ”

“ i’ll always have your back. ”

“ now there’s no going back. ”

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”

“ why can’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”

“ i don’t love you anymore. ”

“ i am a great person. ”

“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”

“ exactly, why are you awake? ”

“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”

“ how is that not hilarious? ”

“ please just calm down now. ”

“ i was already calm, asshole. ”

“ i can see your underwear. ”

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

“ please stop losing your temper. ”

“ you can cry if needed. ”

“ you have to run away. ”

“ i just wanna be yours. ”

“ ashes, we all fall down. ”

“ i’m hoping you’ll understand me. ”

#✖▐┊❛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ –– ( memes )

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

#✖▐┊❛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ –– ( memes )

sentinelsurvivor:

Chris slows down as he hears a little voice yelling for him. Grey eyes look around curiously until they catch sight of the young woman rushing after him,, waving her arm around. A pip-boy.

When she explains that she’s a vault-dweller, Chris grimaces. “I’m not…technically a vault dweller. We were put in cryogenic pods, and frozen for the entirety of the war and the aftermath. I uh, only woke up a few months ago.” Chris says, smiling a little.

quinn barely comes up to his chest, all lithe limbs and large eyes. her smile’s as warm as the heat of a bomb blast. the synthetic human watches as his face shifts, a dumbfounded look coming on her features as her head nods slightly. ❛ oh, i’m sorry to hear that, ❜ her lower lips slides between rows of pearly whites, ❛ i kind of... know how that is to an extent, being thrust into the wasteland i mean, wait... wait. so that means you’re like... from before? ❜

#sentinelsurvivor #☇▐┊❛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇ –– ( two )

@sentinelsurvivor.

❛ whoa, another vault dweller? shut up!!! ❜ quinn’s excited - b e y o n d excited actually. while she still isn’t entirely sure how she got to boston, it’s been a whirlwind. then again, she couldn’t actually remember much. she had her pipboy though, and that was better than nothing. ❛ hey mister, wait up! i’m not a crazy, see! ❜ with that she held up the arm machine for emphasis.

#sentinelsurvivor #☇▐┊❛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇ –– ( two )#( have a tiny synth that doesn't have the faintest idea she's a goddamn synth )

@0xa00001.

there’s infinite rumors about manhattan, initially she only knew what she heard about in the vault. that once it was a glittering place where rockefellers ran the world like the ratpack ran vegas, but the mere notion of something like that existing now was obscure if not completely unrealistic. stranger things had happened though; like oasis and point lookout. she hadn’t planned on what she’d seen though. the empire state building a skeleton, times square and the surrounding areas an urban jungle. however there was a... settlement, and someone waiting outside? this spelled trouble. ❛ ...what is this place? ❜

#0xa00001 #☇▐┊❛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇ –– ( two )#( i hope this is alright! )

@beenpole.

tenpenny tower, mr. burke’s home. she came here for a key, but as the saying goes - in for a penny, in for a pound. nothing was ever so simple anymore, but as she learned of the plight of the ghouls - she was trying... trying to make amends between the two groups. glancing to a woman who she’d seen attached to the resident ‘logan’s side she rose a brow. ❛ hey, um... mind if i ask you a coupl’a... marcie? ❜

#beenpole #☇▐┊❛ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ –– ( one )

@starbliind.

❛ son of a bastard brahmin baron!!! ❜ blood splattered onto the workbench as she cut herself with a knife. it dug in like a plasma pistol through flesh, and god did it hurt. being out at a workbench in an abandoned store once populated with raiders wasn’t ideal, especially without a stimpak to her name. however she was quick to wrap her hand in her bandana. none too soon either as she heard the door swing open. ❛ if you have a gun drop it or i’m blowing you to kingdom come. ❜

#starbliind #☇▐┊❛ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ –– ( one )

mockeryofreason:

A laugh that was more akin to a huff escaped him, doesn’t move much once it’s attention is on him- he gives her shit, sure, but he trusts her. He’s seen her in combat and he knows how she operates, knows it’ll be dealt with quickly. And Miles is far enough away not to be in immediate danger.

He does, however, make sure to step aside when the gun is in place, ensuring no stray shards of ammunition lodge themselves in his arm. (That happened once. The wires were a bitch to fix, too.)

❛❛Nice.❜❜

Blood still spatters the rags he wears- jeans and layers of tattered flannel under an old army jacket. He’s hardly concerned, being as they’re already stained to hell and back- but good clothes were good clothes. He idles back over towards her, eyeing the corpse with blatant disinterest.

❛❛No kidding. Disgusting fuckers, those.❜❜

honestly, quinn’s come a long way in her combat style. it used to be throw a bunch of grenades and hide until the noises stopped. terrified of the world around her, like anyone just casually thrown into the apocalypse would be. however, with time, comes experience and the wasteland is nothing if not a cruel teacher. there wasn’t a time where she thought she’d actually rather be taking the g.o.a.t exam than dealing with this fresh, yet 200 year old stale hell. the tip of her gun inspects the corpse looking for anything worth while, though she takes it to inspect the centaur’s bone plates. this abomination was once a person, perhaps multiple people. it was sad, if anything. the whole supermutant dillemma seemed sad, because they had to be humans. they couldn’t just be monsters. she wipes the blood off her cheek before straightening, bouncy demeanor back on full display. ❛ one less that we have to deal with though right? c’mon, the more supermutants there are the closer we are to rivet city! ❜

#mockeryofreason #☇▐┊❛ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ –– ( one )