ghoulish

indie fallout 3 oc // penned by kit.

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   SEMI-HIATUS ANNOUNCEMENT. 

                  Hey folks! My muse for Star has been pretty limited lately and work/school has been keeping me away from my computer a lot. With these two things combined, I’ve been pretty absent on this account. I just want to let you know that I’m going on an indefinite semi-hiatus, though I will be around every now and again to check in on you guys and hopefully do some replies. Until I get my muse back, I will be over at my fandomless oc @famelost who has a fallout verse, if that tickles your fancy. I hope everyone has an amazing  day/week/month/lifetime!! I will see you guys soon. Message me if you want my discord. 

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if the seasons are fleeting            let me spend them with you, baby.

independent fandomless original character // penned by kit

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Send me 📌 and a character name or a ship and I'll make an aesthetic board for them!

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WHO SAYS YOU CAN’T BE FASHIONABLE AND FUNCTIONAL?

Send me 📌 and a character name or a ship and I’ll make an aesthetic board for them!

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♦ oh my god p l e a s e

send♦ for star do design an outfit for your muse!

                   “ I don’t have any shiny markers, but the jacket has a reflective surface, kind of like gold. It should only be worn if you want to wow and assert dominance over those around you. Otherwise, the brown jacket should suffice. ”

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For every 💭 I receive, I will write one thought my Muse has had about yours.

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its munday. have some pictures.

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* apocalypse prompts

‘ wanna trade? ’

‘ nothing scares me anymore. ’

‘ i’ll gut you like a fish. ’

‘ we got a code around here. protect each other. ’

‘ aim for the head. ’

‘ i will crack your face in two, do you hear me? now shut up and get back to work. ’

‘ got a death wish? ’ 

‘ i lost someone, too. ’

‘ we need your help. ’

‘ but you’re just a kid. ’

‘ we need supplies. you coming? ’

‘ you took them away from me. my family. people i loved. ’

‘ sometimes, you have to do bad things to survive. ’

‘ i don’t sleep. ’

‘ have mercy! ’

‘ look, it was either him or me.’

‘ they turned. ’

‘ surrender and i might reconsider. ’

‘ get the fuck away from me. ’

‘ are we going to be okay? ’

‘ yeah, i’m a good shot. ’

‘ what do you want? ’

‘ why, that’s a gun pressed to the back of your head. rise and shine, sleeping beauty. ’

‘ you know how to use a gun? ’

‘ i told you to hide. this isn’t a game. people are going to die. ’

‘ we’ll bring them back home, somehow. ’

‘ they’re coming this way. ’

‘ hands up! ’

‘ what was it like? before the world changed? ’

‘ it’s a trap! ’

‘ they’re gone. ’

‘ i can’t walk. ’

‘ easy, easy. it’s only me. ’

‘ we need to keep moving. stay ahead of those things. ’

‘ get some rest. i’ll take the next watch. ’

‘ those things tore your friend apart. remember that. ’

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send me ♦ and i’ll have star design an outfit for your muse! 

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                @atomsage // starter call.

                   “ Not many people visit me for nothing, ” Star chuckles a bit, resting her chin in her palm, elbow propped up on her desk. There were select few on the Strip who knew of her second job, but Star had a feeling this courier had enough connections to find out. “ If you’re here about ordering some clothing, I’m afraid I’m pretty booked. You know how the gamblers like their fashion. ” The ghoul pauses, letting out a quiet hum. “ Or did you have something else in mind? ” 

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                 Starter call !! Like this for a starter.

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♦!

        send me ♦ and star will design an outfit for your muse!

                  “ Wear this when you want to dress down but still look spiffy! I’d say it’s a semi-formal outfit. Certainly not black tie, but suits are overrated these days. ”

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                 Starter call !! Like this for a starter.

[wastelandjournal]

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                  “ Wouldn’t it be awesome if cars still worked? I mean, I see magazines with these slick red cars and I just imagine riding through the streets with some fashionable sunglasses and a scarf blowing in the wind. I’d call it the uh -- glamour express.”

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lonenovember:

@hopebred liked for a STARTER!

“Fuck.” Grey eyes bulged at the sight of the feral hoard, Nova’s heart beginning to race within the confines of her chest. Adrenaline was already picking up, the grip on her bat tightening while a thumb activated the white-hot heating coils that were attached to either side of the weighted weapon. She swallowed thickly, ready to smash in the face of any feral that got close. They were slowly approaching her, all rotting flesh and slack-jawed,  the very sight making her skin crawl.

“Come on you sons of bitches.” She muttered, trembling, bracing her weight. She wasn’t going to get ripped to pieces by some ferals, that wasn’t how November planned on going out. She had too much to do, too much anger and defiance in her blood to let that happen. It was just as she was getting ready to charge forward, to get the upper hand, however, that a woman ran out between them. She was a ghoul, not feral though. “Watch out!” Nova warned, eyes flicking between the newcomer and the hoard behind her. What was she thinking, running out in front of a group of ferals like that!?

                   It was hard to pursue her cause when the relationship between ferals and humans were so bitter. It wasn’t either of their faults, really. Both of them are scared creatures, just trying to protect themselves and their kind. That’s why Star tried to step in whenever she could.                     Having been observing the feral pack from afar, the ghoul was close enough to come to the rescue. She knew if she didn’t do anything, neither side would come out victorious. As strong as some wastelanders were, a hoard of fifteen or so ferals was hard to overcome. Such an assault from every angle was impossible to avoid.                     Soon enough, she was standing between the two foes ready to face off. At the words of warning, Star rolled her eyes. “ I know what I’m doing, ” she responded, taking a few steps closer to the hoard. They twitched in response, clearly on edge from the impending threat. However, they seemed to wind down, backing up with each step she took. Turning around to face the woman, Star offered a half-hearted smile. “ You should probably back up until I can get this resolved. I could escort you through. ”