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[courierfuckinsix]

maximuses​:

Vulpes seemed smug in his ways, simply watching her through those wolf-like eyes, gaze boring into her features as he awaited his response.  Normally, it had worked.  Most in the Mojave knew better than to challenge the elusive desert fox, especially knowing that the second they had crossed him, a rain of hell-fire would rain upon them with their name being slandered among the Legion.

Most was the key word, for this courier simply stepped forward and struck him harshly.

His smug temperament turned to a seething rage as his hands recoiled to his torso, grip abandoning the ripper as he raised his fists in defense.  Pallid skin reddened where the impact had been, his steely gaze growing terrifyingly chilled as he lunged forward to strike.

Ooh, that did it. In a flash, his expression twisted from that stuck-up, smug sneer into something truly terrifying. Lucy was briefly aware that she had, quite possibly, fucked up immensely, but then the fight was on and she had to stop thinking and start doing. 

She wasn’t ready for how fucking fast he was--his strike hit hard and true, right in the center of her gut, knocking the wind out of her in a rush and sending her stumbling back. She grimaced and spread her feet wide where she stood and brought her fists up to protect her face.

Come at me, douchelord.

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SEASONAL  AESTHETICS      /      repost, don’t reblog!

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.  spending time with family.   layered clothing. seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.   a state of inactivity.   cold hands.  blistering winds shaking the closed windows.  a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.   cable knit socks.   a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.  hating the cold. full length windows to peer out of.  pale skin.   deep conversations.   watching the snow fall. sharp edges.   hot cocoa.   smelling every candle in the store.  a wild snow storm.   melancholy.   lighting candles around the bathtub.   snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself.   a soft breeze blowing your hair.   lightning when it strikes.   cherry blossoms.   bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.   the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring. birds chirping.   the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.  the clap of thunder.  a tornado in the valley.   smiling at a stranger.  planning.  saccharine pinks.   making promises. trying something new.  hugs when you need them most.  a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.   picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.  that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.  a long hike.  rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym/training at ungodly hours.   excitement for what’s coming.  becoming yourself.  rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.  lanterns lit around a campfire.   seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again.  melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.   fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool.  drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.  music blasting at 3am.   loud and proud.   palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.  wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars.   sand castles. road trips.   blood orange sunsets.   leaving the laundry to hang outside.  flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night.   pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.   the sound of the ocean in a seashell.  freshly squeezed lemonade.  loose clothing.  a cannonball into the pool.   sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.   relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.   the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack.  the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed.  deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.  crunching leaves beneath feet.   feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.  sitting at a bay window.   having endless amount of work.   charcoal drawings.  screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches.   creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.  small talk.   being ignored.   procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark.  feeling completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping.   crisp, cool days.   belly laughter after crying.   converse.   foggy mornings at the shoreline.  writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

[courierfuckinsix]

((Friendly reminder that Lucy is mute! She signs when she can but carries around a notebook to communicate with/tries to make it easy to lip read for those who can’t. I’m currently finishing up some older threads where she’s able to speak, so don’t mind that))

[courierfuckinsix]

((if youd like to plot/plot a pre-existing relationship with lucy come hmu in my messages!!))

[courierfuckinsix]

@desertbroad 

The bar smelled like sweat, booze, and desert dust. The only light came from strings of pre-war Christmas lights and the sun that filtered through the windows, and the radio crooned Frank Sinatra beneath the clink of glasses and bottles.

All in all, it was Lucy’s kind of place.

But not when there was trouble stirring.

There were three guys in the back who’d been eyeballing a woman at the bar for almost twenty minutes now, and Lucy was having none of it. She scribbled a note on her notepad and sidled up to sit in the stool next to the woman and show it to her.

“U got oglers at six o’clock.”

[courierfuckinsix]

america-redefined​:

“Nathan.” He didn’t offer a surname. Or his rank. This was supposed to be a discreet mission. The mission had gone pear-shaped but the impulse to be cautious remained. Still, it looked like they were going to be jammed in here together, practically on top of each other, for a while. So he should attempt to be amicable. 

“Thank you.” He said rather brusquely. He didn’t express gratitude very often and it didn’t come naturally. He thought he should probably add a bit more. “For…earlier. With the cazadores.” There. Good enough.

Lucy examined him. She hadn’t made it this far living in the Mojave by being an ignorant schmuck--she always gave new acquaintances a good once-over. You could tell a lot about people just by how they carried themselves.

This guy seemed brusque, obviously feeling a little awkward about being crammed in such tight quarters with someone he didn’t know. She couldn’t blame him.

“No problem. Hate those fckn things.” She scribbled another note, tongue between her teeth as she wrote. “Ur out pretty far from civilization. Where u headed?”

[blackdogblues]

DONATION PORTRAITS

Hey guys! In light of recent events I’ve decided I’m going to start doing some donation portraits. Take a screencap of your donations to any of these causes and I will draw you a portrait! Here are some examples:

My specialty is humanoid faces but I can also do furries, mecha, and animals! I am chronically ill so I don’t know how long these will last–also, if you can’t spare the money, please signal boost!

[america-redefined]

cont. from here

courierfuckinsix answered:

They were crammed into a tiny cave like sardines in a can while the sandstorm screamed and shrieked outside. Lucy had strategically placed brush over the mouth of the cave to keep out most of the sand, but it still hissed through the gaps and scattered across the floor, and it didn’t block out the fuck-awful noise. Her face was glum, shoulders slumped as she wrote out a message. Turned it around so her “companion” could take a look.

“Because we’re fucking idiots.”

“We? I’ve just been following you.”

A powerful gust of wind blew a swirl of dust into their makeshift shelter. Nathan turned his face away from Lucy and coughed into his shoulder. At least they were in here and not fully exposed to the blasts of sand.

“It’s like the fucking Divide out there.” Not that he had personal experience with the Divide, but he’d heard rumors and read reports.

[courierfuckinsix]

That... was true. Lucy sighed (and was pretty sure a mist of sand left her lungs in the process) and scribbled out “we.” Leave it to her to lead a person in need astray.

Fucking weather. Might as well make smalltalk.

“What’s ur name?”

[courierfuckinsix]

💗💑

💗 Has my muse ever been in love?

Not truly. Lucy has had the occasional puppy crush throughout her years, but she’s spent so much time either alone or alone with her dad that she hasn’t had the opportunity to forge very close relationships with people, let alone romantic ones.

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

She doesn’t exactly have a concrete list that she keeps in mind, but among the most important things she wants from a partner is understanding. She spends so much of her life not being understood because of her disability--she needs someone who understands her, not just by having the ability to sign, but by truly getting to know her. By getting around the barriers that keep her from being totally understood by someone.

She also requires a good moral compass, the willingness to stand up and fight for what’s good and what’s right... and she won’t lie, decent ability in combat is a pretty nice bonus too.

[ofhotheads-blog]

sex+romance headcanons!

Send me a symbol. Please note that some answers may be NSFW.

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

[recalescents-deactivated2022071]

Anyways in light of everything that’s happening I want to remind everyone that if you’re not going out to protest, or wondering what to do/where to start, here’s a handful of masterlists/big threads. If the thread isn’t showing up on twitter just make sure to click the tweet again to unroll it.

Donate to bail funds

More bail funds

Support black orgs

Help black small businesses

General masterlist of ways to help

Even if you can’t make big $50-100 donates even $5-15 donations means A LOT if many more of us pitched in. But if you can’t here’s an ongoing thread of petition links. Remember that anything and everything helps, and you should use your platform to spread awareness!

[blackdogblues]

Quickie sketch of my Courier Six Lucy!!

[courierfuckinsix]

“ how did we end up here? ”

They were crammed into a tiny cave like sardines in a can while the sandstorm screamed and shrieked outside. Lucy had strategically placed brush over the mouth of the cave to keep out most of the sand, but it still hissed through the gaps and scattered across the floor, and it didn’t block out the fuck-awful noise. Her face was glum, shoulders slumped as she wrote out a message. Turned it around so her “companion” could take a look.

“Because we’re fucking idiots.”

[melamemea]

a short question based sentence collection .

“ why won’t you look at me? ”

“ why won’t you return my calls? ”

“ why are you avoiding me? ”

“ is everything alright between us? ”

“ have i done something to upset you? ”

“ are you sure this will work out? ”

“ do you know where he/she/they is/are?”

“ can we stay here a little longer? ”

“ are you lying to me? ”

“ are you hiding something from me? ”

“ why won’t you come out anymore? ”

“ what’s wrong with me? ”

“ what’s wrong with you? ”

“ how did we end up here? ”

“ is there something you are holding back from me? ”

“ what are you scared of? ”

“ are you scared of me? ”

“ why won’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t you trust me? ”

“ am i the only one? ”

“ was it really ever just me? ”

“ what makes you say that? ”

[courierfuckinsix]

Do you like talking without getting talked back to? Do you like sucker-punching, six-shooting, ball-kicking feral women? What about revenge stories with just a splash of ridiculousness? Then I have the gal for you! Pop on over to my blog and check out my Courier Six LUCY REYES!

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thx-lost-yxars‌:

{ Scratch was lucky, very lucky. Finding this hovel, Scratch plundered whatever was useful, whatever was needed. Scratch collected the cans, placing them away inside his satchel. The canned food should last him. Then again, maybe he could trade them for something else. }

{ Suddenly, Scratch was attacked. Collapsing forward, Scratch’s Skull-Helmet toppled to the ground. The punch hurt, though thankfully not as much. Regardless, Scratch was left somewhat disoriented and pissed off. Turning around, Scratch saw his attacker. Already, Scratch guessed this was her place. Grabbing his satchel, Scratch flung the heavy-bag at Lucy.  }

{ With that distraction, Scratch charged at Lucy, attempting to tackle her. One way, or another, Scratch was leaving this place with his loot.  }

Stupid move, honestly--should’ve put a bullet in him, or stuck him with a knife--and she paid for it when the man beaned her with the heavy satchel. Her breath left her in a sharp oof and she stumbled back toward the mouth of the cave.

He came for her, then, and she wasn’t fast enough to stop him; when they collided they went tumbling across the desert sand, with Lucy kicking and punching anything she could reach, teeth bared.