Astrid the Maniacal

Fallout 4 Synth and everyday wasteland inconvenience | Mature content; NSFW tagged READ RULES PAGE BEFORE INTERACTING

[gahoual]

so, this has been on my mind for a while, and i finally decided to start it up. i’m really, really hoping this will be a good thing for people!! i do apologise if it’s been done before — i haven’t seen anything of the sort yet, but if something like this already exists, i apologise. in any case, onwards!! this is a discord server for MUNS WITH WLW / SAPPHIC MUSES. it can feel pretty tough sometimes to play a wlw / sapphic character in the rpc, so i wanted to make a space where we can find other people who play similar characters. now, as a disclaimer: this is not to put down any characters who are not wlw / sapphic!! we absolutely don’t want this to be seen as something that prioritises wlw / sapphic characters over characters of any other orientation or gender. this is simply a space for people with similar characters to meet and chat. 

1. who can join? — anyone with a wlw / sapphic muse of any kind! no matter what fandom, no matter what age, no matter what identity. lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, demisexual, asexual, transgender, etc — as long as your muse is a woman who loves women, come on in. 

2. how do i get in? — just follow the link right HERE. the link is set never to expire, so it should work no matter what; if it doesn’t, contact me, and i’ll try to sort it out.

and that’s that, i think!! if you have any questions, feel free to contact me. i’m looking for a few other admins for the server, since this’ll be my first time running a server at all and i could use some backup. please reblog this post if you join, to get the word out to other muns!! i hope to see lots of bright and shining faces there soon!!

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@aviiatrix​ ❤️’D FOR A STARTER

     “You gotta be kiddin’ me.”   It hadn’t taken very long to clear the small SETTLEMENT, population four, and not withstanding against any threat of RAIDERS without a single defense in place. Overrun in what seemed like minutes, Astrid took her seat while the five armed and armored madmen - her compatriots - ransacked the place of what was left. Unknown to them, the SYNTH RAIDER had been discovered by one courageous, albeit reckless MINUTEMEN GENERAL. 

Yellow, glowing eyes narrowed under a strong, lowered brow.       “I know who you are and I still don’t give a shit. Y’er lucky I don’t kill ya where ya stand.”  Her head crooked and a metal finger tapped against her temple. “Tell me why the hell I shouldn’t.”

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blackwiidowsniper:

Now that Victoria had a chance to look at her, she felt something close to unease creep up in her core. Those eyes were striking, but not necessarily in a good way. They were synthetic, they had to be. Were they just augmentations or, was this woman a synth?

Those thoughts, however, didn’t bleed through to her expression. Instead, she smiled, a hand going to rest on the small of her waist.

“Careful, darling, you’ll have me blushing if you keep talking like that.” Her tone was light, carrying just the right teasing edge. “Besides, I’m sure you say that to all the ladies.”

With not so much as a stutter in her languid poise, the yellow-eyed stranger swept back the frazzled hairs from her scarred face and put on a smug look of ease paired with just the smallest raise of one corner of her pinkish, plump lips. Indeed a SYNTH to the other woman’s unknowing, she certainly didn’t behave much like most; years occupied by the presence of RAIDERS saw to that.

“Ain’t that the point?” she answered. “Gotta poke around at all the possibilities, know what I’m sayin’?” A dry, pink tongue touched that upturned portion of her mouth and after just a momentary pause and a wandering glance, she stuck a hand out sharply to shake -- leather gloves concealing the narrow, metal fingers within.

“Name’s Astrid - Astrid Beatrice Parker. Ya got some real nice reflexes on ya.”

[bionicberserker-blog]

// ☠ ☠ ☠ - LIKE FOR A STARTER       Length/style will vary. /

[rubyroseofficialupdates]

Ruby Rose for Nike

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bionicberserker:

// ☠ ☠ ☠ - OOC       Just got done watching the amazing Atomic Blonde.       Needless to say, I’ll be releasing Astrid to thrash       your dashboard tomorrow.       I’d like to get her some more activity, being my only       active female OC, so there will be a starter post and       memes galore most likely. Hit me up on Discord, too       for plotting! /

  // Edit --            Ran into some holiday distractions, but as promised            I’ll be on here for starters and replies for a bit! /

[bionicberserker-blog]

// ☠ ☠ ☠ - OOC       Just got done watching the amazing Atomic Blonde.       Needless to say, I’ll be releasing Astrid to thrash       your dashboard tomorrow.       I’d like to get her some more activity, being my only       active female OC, so there will be a starter post and       memes galore most likely. Hit me up on Discord, too       for plotting! /

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dishonestabraham:

//hahaha - he’s like, so frustrated tho??? “God damned crazy ass girl…”

// What can I say? She’s a lovable nutcase.       -- who also wants to steal your keeeeds. /

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dishonestabraham:

A familiar weighted feeling pulled Abe out of his bargaining persona, and truth be told, he was exhausted, hungry, and unwilling to lead his charge back towards the depressing and destroyed town of Sanctuary. The boys had been ready to collapse from exhaustion before they’d run into Iron Maiden, here - they sure as hell wouldn’t be thrilled to make the trek back to the place they’d just left. Sanctuary. He’d made sure to steer clear of the Blue house on the corner when they’d looted around for food and supplies. Oddly enough, it was the only one with a door still attached to its hinges.

“I’ll take you there.” 

It came out quicker than he’d expected, and his head was still nodding with eyes drearily unfocused at a point on the Synth girl’s face, long after he’d finished speaking. Even from his periphery, he was hyper-aware of the tremendous power of destruction that burned within the weapon at her shoulder; could see its glowing barrel-eye focus a line across his head and upper body.

It was a movement from Tess that snapped him out of his fatigued trance: she’d begun reaching for the metal hand that clawed slowly through her hair. Abe’s eyes narrowed and he grimaced in uncomfortable silence. She thought it was a game - her young mind couldn’t comprehend that people existed within this tortured land for the sole purpose of ending lives, and relishing in the act of it.

“You’ll let her go, of course…” came Abe’s voice, stern and calculated. “That’s the deal. We take you back to where we came from, you get… whatever it is you’re looking for… and I get her back.”

Cackling, the woman’s mouth opened wide with white teeth flashing brighter than any wastelander should be allowed, and she dragged a rubbery, pink tongue across the upper row of pearly whites. This was a nightmare for him; for her, it was an amusing day with the potential for greatness. 

Similarly to him, the child’s touch caught her attention - a reaction she for a split second found unusual given the sensors they’d been deprived of after the fleshy exterior had long been lost. But the weapon was still hoisted in eager aim, another metal digit bent around its full-piece trigger; even if it took a moment for the weapon to fire up, there would be nowhere to run in time to avoid the steady shower of 5MMS. She was alone, however, and she couldn’t be certain of what dangers may be lurking back at his prior location; given he traveled among children, she doubted their security was anything especially threatening. 

“Deal?” she echoed as her fingers tangled idly between the girls’. “What makes you think y’er in any position to be makin’ deals, huh? This is MY show, MY treasure. You’re just the dummy that gets to lead me to it.” Then a pause, and her head tilted so that some hairs loosened from the draped mohawk over her scalp, and fell across her forehead. 

“Here’s what I’ll do for ya, since you’re so damn hell-bent on keepin’ this one.” A yellow-eyed glance lowered to the girl, then quickly flicked back up to him. “If I like what I see, then ya got a deal. If I don’t-” Just a small amount of pressure applied to the trigger, and the MINI-GUN began to spin slow, but with gradually hastening speed and volume; a low hum and the click of the belt dragged into the chamber as bullets dropped into each barrel. 

“I don’t think I can make myself any more clear.”

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@blackwiidowsniper cont.

It was no mere coincidence. In fact, it was the woman’s very presence which had caused the more or less disguised RAIDER to fumble over her own boots like some distracted teenager. She’d seen a looker or two in her time, but this woman - this especially well constructed specimen - was something of a glittering STAR among floating rocks in space. But the poor footing had in some way, worked to ASTRID’S advantage. 

Glowing, yellow orbs were wide in her black-painted sockets as she looked up at the other woman. “Oh that is...too funny. You are hilarious.” Despite the note of sarcasm, the woman grinned wide and crooked, that stain of purple which was only somewhat smeared across plump lips stretched across old, gray scars. “I’ve sure been worse.” 

As she straightened with the pointless sound of a throat clearing, she readjusted with messy, teal hairs swept back, and took on a facade of confidence. “I was just havin’ a good look at those kickers-- and maybe a the legs attached to ‘em.”

[bionicberserker-blog]

// ☠ ☠ ☠ - OOC      GUESS WHO!      Like for a starter, varying in length.       Or hit me up for plotting, I need some more       development for this here RAIDER Queen.      pew pew! /

[gorgeousrubyrose]

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[bionicberserker-blog]

// ☠ ☠ ☠ -art     I did a thing yesterday while warming up for a commission.     This wasn’t just an excuse to draw the babes half naked,     I swear – it was for updated tattoo references and anatomy     practice. Totally.     Left to right: Ozias ( @errorexecutingfile ), Astrid of course,     and Quade ( @karmicagent· ).

    Canon     As an older Gen Synth, Astrid takes advantage of her inter-     changeable parts, as well as her formidable “skin.” Similarly     to Deacon, she changes her appearance often, most especially     tattoos and hair. What she never has repaired are her hands,     and some facial scars. She can also have piercings, despite     this feature doesn’t seem to be evident much in Fallout. |

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@gahoual ❤️’d for a starter 

That’s no brain-dead.   Excitement draws a a deep inhale from a useless habit,   nicotine-laced smoke having no affect while it rolls through   tubes and not sinuses, and plumes back out of flaring, white   nostrils. But for some reason, she thinks she looks good   doing it. 

Rolling out of one hidden corner minus the entrance of billowing   streams of smoke, the SYNTH-RAIDER makes her appearance.  “Ooh-- if I had some JET on me, I’d slow this moment down.”

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wxstelandshift:

“.. What?” She let out in almost amusement to the remark, her gaze shifting from side to side before settling back on the woman. “I don’t sell that sorta stuff t’people who call my stuff junk.”

Pepper crossed her arms over her chest, gesturing to the items again. “All that’s gonna be for sale, scrappy.”

“Oooh- see...”  The Synth rolled her head to one side and sighed loud and clearly with forced exaggeration.   From her hip, she yanked out an upgraded GAMMA GUN, flicking the small activation trigger  in mid-motion so that it buzzed to life. Its wide plates were splayed open so close to the   other woman’s face.

“I really wish you hadn’t gone and said that.”

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wxstelandshift:

“Huh? Oh-.. Sorry, ain’t sellin’ ammo today.”

Pepper remarked with a soft snorting sound, gesturing down to the more luxury items in her box. “See? It’s ‘Good Shit Sunday’. Not ‘Whatever Actually Helps Tuesday’. Were ya’ interested in lookin’ at fancier stuff?”

“Yeah, see- I’m not really lookin’ for junk.”   The yellow-eyed woman made her own amused sound, something like a single grunt  through a half cocked smirk. ‘Fancy stuff’ - what the hell did regular COMMONWEALTH   folk even do on a day-to-day basis? 

“Lookin’ for something of the...long-legged, soft skin variety. Feel me?”

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@wxstelandshift​ ❤️'d for a starter 

“Hey there, dollface.”  She presses the tip of her tongue to the corner   of her mouth and against one small scar etched   into her lip.  “Don’t suppose I could get a few boxes of 5MM’S  for a good time?”