bruises colored our lives,

dreams  that  never  stood  a  chance.

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the urge to create a fallout oc is real.

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because i have some enablers @expaladin.

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the urge to create a fallout oc is real.

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cheatdeaths​:

Six looks at them both attentively. There is a beautiful detail in all the small dots that make up the picture, and it’s nice to look at something so pretty in the ugliness of the Wasteland. There aren’t enough nice things out here. Her smile grows a bit at the second one until it bubbles into a laugh. Both of them were full of personality.

“I like ‘em.” Not that her approval means anything, but she voices it all the same, “Do you draw a lot? I ain’t too sure about stuff like tattoos and how people come up with ‘em so well. I reckon you gotta be pretty good at drawin’ to have such swanky ones.”

it’s  one  of  the  few  things  that  the  great  khans  gave  her, a skill that will last even if the legion scrapes off the skin to remove the ink. the legion and the ncr can’t kill off that kind of craftsmanship. it’s odd, honestly -- their dynamic isn’t one adelia had anticipated, but she isn’t unhappy with it. it feels nice to connect to someone without it being from a commonality of conflict and tribalism.  ❛  yeah,  i  had  to  ——  my  mentor  wanted  five  sketches  a  day,  and  at  least  three  fruits  tattooed,  ❜  she remarks with a laugh, reminiscing like this felt odd but comfortable with six. she hadn’t really talked about anyone who died during the bitter springs incident. del swallows, a faint laugh slipping from her lips.   ❛  you  never  seen  a  great  khan  up  close  before?  most  of  ‘em  have  bodysuits.  ❜

[leememes]

THE   RAWEST   LYRICS   FROM   ‘   CAVETOWN  ,   ’  PART  THREE  .

“   i   wanna   be   alone  .   ” “   leave   without   me  .   ” “   i   don’t   wanna   go  .   ” “   i’ll   be   fine   on   my   own  .   ” “   please   don’t   worry  .   ” “   i   wanna   sleep   until   it’s   over  .   ” “   greet   me   with   a   hug ;   show   me   i’m   not   disgusting  .   ” “   show   me   i’m   not   disgusting  .   ” “   sing   me   a   song  .   ” “   tell   me   your   thoughts  .   ” “   i   could   listen   to   you   all   night   long  .   ” “   i   don’t   care   about   my   sleeping   routine  .   ” “   we’ve   got   so   much   time   to   kill  .   ” “   life’s   too   short   to   worry   about   things   we   got   wrong  .   ” “   remember   when   we   didn’t   need   a - grades   for   self - validation  ?   ” “   tell   me   about   the   things   that   you   love  .   ” “   i   don’t   care   about   what   people   think   of   me  .   ” “   i’m   fucked   up   as   it   is  .   ” “   you   don’t   know   what   it’s   like   to   feel   like   nothing   at   all  .   ” “   it’s   nothing   i   can’t   change  .   ” “   i   can’t   breathe   anymore  .   ”  “   i   could   do   with   a   little   more   of   your   help  .   ” “   i’d   shoot   you   in   the   brain ,   but   i’d   miss   you   come   the   morning  .   ” “   i’m   just   a   kid   with   a   bully   in   my   head  .   ” “   i   wanna   be   so   much   more  .   ” “   release   my   neck  .   ” “   untie   my   hands  .   ” “   you   don’t   have   to   be   like   that  .   ” “   don’t   be   afraid  .   ” “   they’re   poisoning   my   food  .   ” “   they’re   putting   drugs   inside   my   water  .   ”  “   i’m   not   insane  .   ” “   i’m   not   insane  …   just   irrational  .   though   isn’t   that   the   same  ?   ”

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cheatdeaths​:

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹    /   @exscratcher​

“Del,” Six breaks the quiet of their camp for the evening. She doesn’t really feel like sleeping, “Which tattoo of yours is your absolute favorite?”

     ❛  probably  this  one  if  i  had  to  pick,  ❜  probably isn’t convincing, but it’s logical. of all the ink she has on her body; this one was done by her grandmother. before a bullet was lodged into her skull. it’s a stick and poke; small, but it has the logo of the great khans. their symbol, their pride.  ❛  if  i  had  to  pick  one  not  based  of  sentimentality,  this  one.  ❜  with  that she reveals her middle finger, and the smiley face that’s in the center of the second knuckle.

[lesbianmichaela]

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               ❛  who  do  you  think  wins:  the  new  california  republic  or  ceasar’s  legion?  ❜  truth be told she wanted to watch them both burn, preferably while eating fried mole rat and drinking an ice cold nuka-cola, but that probably wasn’t going to happen. it didn’t matter, any way you sliced it, the great khans were going to die  —  disappear. she could only hope that with their last gasp of relevancy they might in fact spit in the eye of both factions. she slumps in her chair, just slightly, dirty water causing sores in her mouth. some rad-x will fix it later, it isn’t important now.   ❛   i  mean,  they’re  both  assholes.  ❜      /     ♡   ———  @cainabled​

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del  navarro  never  had  to  really  deal  with  radiation  storms  before  leaving  the  mojave, but boy did she hate them now. the taste of that chalky rad-x pill beat the feeling that came with radiation exposure though, and that was enough to keep her taking it. you would think, with not leaving your workshop, you’d be fine but no    ——   rads seeped into everything.  she’s surprised someone would even be out walking in this nightmare, and just the slightest twinge more that someone would come to her shop. it’s not like she dealt in general goods, or chems, meds and alcohol. all the same, she nods slightly towards the stranger.  ❛  that’s  one  hell  of  a  trek  to  a  tattoo  shop,  what  do  you  need?  ❜    /      ♡   ——  @thisfuckingbeach​.

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   starter  call,  these  will  definitely  won’t  break  your  tag.

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cainabled​:

STARTER for @exscratcher​

“you sound like you ain’t from the commonwealth.”

        ❛  you’re  observant.  ❜  she remarks with a faint laugh,  ❛  i’m  from  the  opposite  side  of  the  country.  vegas  ---  er,  outer  vegas.  came  here  a  few  months  back.  ❜  

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           the  mojave  desert  is  an  arid  place, and the things that grow and bloom here are terrifying in their own right. for instance, this seemingly peaceful shop. chairs and guns laden with needles and ink are scattered, but there’s a bat and a shotgun that tell you not to fuck around. it’s not because she’s afraid of people, it’s because she doesn’t trust them. at least with a deathclaw, you know it wants to kill you. humans are... different. good and bad. when the bell rings, she glances up from her piece of paper. fingers wrapping around the sunset sarsaparilla bottle as she tilts her head.  ❛  not  a  general  store,  but  i’ll  help  if  i  can.  ❜    /      ♡   ——  @yoursmary​.

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it’s  a  quarter  past  one  in  the  morning,  the shop closed at midnight but nonetheless, adelia navarro was here scrubbing every last bit of the shop. she’d rather be here late than here early. mornings were never quite her thing anyways. truth be told, her thoughts weren’t exactly coherent. lines of art rather than actual words but all of it stops when she hears the door open despite the closed sign. she almost gets mad, ready to grab the bat on the side until she realizes who it is.  ❛  hey  ---  you  good?   you  kinda  look  like  shit. ❜      /     ♡   ———  @doomslayor​.

[tattoosfati]

@tomas_garcia

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fightinghood​:

“ civilization ? you mean there’s more ? “ she had been prepared to see small pockets. little groups of people that had survived together and that was that. the idea of civilization scares her more than it should, warring with the parts that wanted to belong once more. hope, that’s what burns inside her, also fear. her jaw clenched and her chin lifts , and the tone the other takes is one that she’s familiar with. “ my warclub’s gotten me out of plenty, “ but then she realizes she’s also warning her about something worse. something she may not be able to outrun. “ how huge ? “

        ❛  humanity’s  a  cockroach,  of  course  there’s  more.  ❜  the tone can almost be read as bitter, as if she’s disgusted at the audacity of mankind to persist despite it’s reckoning. it isn’t true though, she’s just tired  ——  like everyone else, she’s worn to the point that she’s reached a kind of zen. her voice is the only thing to betray her in this state. adelia isn’t one to judge or scoff at the bravado that comes  from experienced killers. the girl maybe right, but it doesn’t change the fact that it just takes one. when you use melee weapons you have to be hyper vigilant of that one. a singular bite is all it takes. david and the goliath both topple in less than five minutes.      ❛  hard  to  say,  after  a  hundred  they  all  kind  of  blur,  ❜  she admits with a shrug of her shoulders, eyes glancing just beyond her to the dust cloud far in the distance.  ❛  just  know,  that  isn’t  wind  kicking  all  that  dust  up.  last  time  i  saw  a  horde  that  big,  they  wiped  out  a  city  like  a  tornado  meets  a  nuclear  bomb.  do  what  you  will.  i’m  headed  to  a  place  called  the  foundry.  they’ve  got  big  ass  walls,  and  wall  mounted  machine  guns.  you’re  more  than  welcome  to  come  with.  ❜

[gvzel]

diane guerrero (2020)

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   starter  call,  these  will  definitely  won’t  break  your  tag.

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   starter  call,  these  will  definitely  won’t  break  your  tag.