stuff it, mungo.

where'd you come from? dumb-fuck town? independent + selective fallout oc.

[maccreedy]

knock once for the father, twice for the son, three times for the holy ghost.

                           ( james, fallout 3 ; maccready, fallout 4 ; little lamplight oc )

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@gundowner

    “are ya wearing that ‘cause you’re butt ugly?”

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@quickshot howd this video of you get on the internet

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[pompousprince]

Adulthood

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@adamantixm

  pride is a heavy garment he refuses to remove. as if a scarf bearing a badge he totes to be respected. adults have expectations & shooty hopes to surpass all of them, even if he acts like a little snot. a dirt-dusted hand swipes across his upper-lip, catching streams of red that trail from his nostrils. he sniffles, tastes copper at the back of his tongue, but looks annoyed rather than hurt. 

  he looks up at the woman, mungo. 

 “i got into a whole lot worse. i made those assholes cry!”

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@medicoh​ liked for a starter.

  shadows grow & shrink by the swaying lights; the echoes of the other lamplighters slow into a tired crawl until silence overtook their little voices. shooty sits at the floor, bottom poked by stray gravel. it prompts him to shift to alleviate the discomfort of his rock-coated seat. 

   “we could be headin’ outside ya know,” mischievousness drips from his voice like honey. if only his intentions were as sweet. brown irises raise from staring at the bulbs to the other lamplighter keeping him company. “we could go, right now. everyone else’s asleep.”

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i cant believe shooty is a big loser!

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i cant believe you’re a liar

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starter call.

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spine erects as the small figure stands on a high ledge. the occasional breeze whipping past doesn’t deter him, nor instill any sort of fear that he’ll fall. fall? hah! clenched fists prop at his sides, standing defiant as if posing for the cover of an unstoppables comic featuring a new tiny hero. 

  he peeks down below at a figure. who is it? too distant to tell. the straightness of his body bends momentarily to squint at them. 

  “who dares .. come over here?” 

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doc trying to fight shooty

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STOP THSI.

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shooty. shooty ur going to fucking fall and break ur legs and im not going to help set either of them back in place. shooty you absolute madman

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sorry i don’t speak softcore 

[teen-wolf-archive]

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@medicoh

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spine erects as the small figure stands on a high ledge. the occasional breeze whipping past doesn’t deter him, nor instill any sort of fear that he’ll fall. fall? hah! clenched fists prop at his sides, standing defiant as if posing for the cover of an unstoppables comic featuring a new tiny hero. 

  he peeks down below at a figure. who is it? too distant to tell. the straightness of his body bends momentarily to squint at them. 

  “who dares .. come over here?” 

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     “I’d say I’m about three seconds from shoving my shotgun up your ass, you       pint-sized, piece of shit rodent.”

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   “Like hell ya will! I’m not scared’a you!     You’re just another stupid, idiot adult.

        I can shoot your head off.”

[lampliights-blog]

     “Kn-Knick Knack gave me a pocket knife a-a while ago… I-I guess… even      I can m-manage that…”

Bell was certainly terrified at the thought of being armed, but she wasn’t stupid. Taking down a mungo was out of the question for her, but surprising them long enough to get away ( && ) call for help? It wasn’t a bad idea. At least she seemed to calm down a little as she considered it, her posture relaxing. Didn’t say anything about the face he made. She was used to it.

     “Sh-she said I was ringing my bell too loud, b-but I have to so everyone can      hear what time it is… I-If I hurt her, she’d j-just g-get MacCready…”

She paused, ( && ) then furrowed her brows. The thought of doing anything to Princess made her feel sick because she knew she’d be the one suffering for it in the long run, but she didn’t want to disappoint him. The others rarely asked her to do anything with them.

     “Okay. L-like what?”

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“Great. So we have Princess & the mungo. Hmm..”

    The stench of newbie reeked from Shooty’s every action and unorthodox advice. Stand up against Princess? Someone who’s been around much longer and made CLEAR her position around Lamplight? He wouldn’t be surprised if Bell rejects his idea, since not even the veteran Lamplighters would have wanted to follow. 

“We pull a prank on her, get her really scared. But she can’t know it’s ‘cause’a us!”

   His fingers clasp onto his rifle’s strap, eyes brimming with a newfound excitement as he pieces together a good way to explain his little ploy. “She's usually at the back gate before you ring the dinner bell, so maybe .. we can sneak up on her! Tie her up & put her in the restroom!”

 Truly a brutal method, but he barely has a filter to see what’s going too far or not.

[igabsxz]