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seileag

I’m ready for winter!

#hey ive been busy with work so uh #i made this #ooc #take it

verysmallgirl

what doesn’t kill you makes you weird at parties

bolt-carrier-assembly

When in doubt, whiskey.

#tw alcohol

Me: My friends oc's are only allowed to have fun times and be happy!!!

Someone else: That's great...but what about your oc.

Me: NO THEY'RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE HAPPY!! THEY MUST S U F F E R

beccagelb

look if we rp, you are more than welcome to send me headcanons at ungodly hours, TALK IN ALL CAPS ABOUT OUR BABIES, and send me like ten memes a day. I honestly won’t be annoyed and I won’t mind. In fact, I want you to.

campnavarro

The watchtower, humble as it was, provided a quiet spot for Parker. It was ideal, non-negotiable really, for spending her evenings here after selling her wares in Diamond City. She could count her stock in peace, or rest before having to go to the next settlement. Really, it just beat having to hole up at the noisy bars all night by a mile.

There was a loveseat Parker was reclined on. She stayed on the old thing while inspecting her plasma pistol for any faults, and remained that way even as she heard footsteps approaching. She had grown accustomed of having to share the watchtower and at this hour, Parker knew it was only a matter of time before he showed up.

“Hayden.” she said flatly in return, too focused tinkering with her pistol to look up. “I was just stopping by,” Parker finally glanced up at Hayden from the couch once she was satisfied with her work. “Thought maybe I’d get some target practice in. Since you’re here, why don’t you spot for me?

somewherethatswarm-blog

What a warm welcome. He chewed at his lip under his bandana, accidentally snagging the fabric. He spat it out before turning to Parker.

“You know the molerats and dogs stopped showing up around here, right? They may be stupid, but they know where their friends get picked off.”

He settled his rifle on his shoulder, peering out into the barren terrain. They were losing sunlight fast. Finding a target was gonna be harder.

“There’s still a radscorpion or two out there. They’re a fair distance away. Think you can hit that?”

#campnavarro

greybetweenthelines-blog

“Nahhh. That’s too far west.” They did not seem inclined to give more detail. Instead they raised their eyebrows and took the shades out of their pocket, shrugging. “I’m settled here for now–that’s all. You like these? I could get you some for a pretty decent price. Know a fella that knows a fella.” They winked and laughed, putting the glasses back safely.

“You sound like a trader to me! Still don’t really answer why you’re all set up here like a lookout, though. Don’t trust the dugout blokes?”

somewherethatswarm-blog

Hayden shook his head, motioning to his own sunglasses. “I don’t need any. I’ve had these for a year or two and they’ve served me just fine.”

“Uh...” He itched at his face, looking to them with a frown. They weren’t gonna drop this. “Impulse, I’d say if I was a doctor. It’s just something I like doing. You need to have an eye in the sky, you know?”

He was almost done with his bottle now. He eyed how much Gulliver had, slowing his pace and waiting for them to keep up.

#greybetweenthelines

I’m having some trouble spacing my replies out or using italics and bold. When I type it it looks fine, but once it’s posted it removes all that. Any ideas?

#ooc

diamondcityrough-blog

“Aletta. I’m out here alone today. Iii wasn’t really hoping for a fight or anything, with those ferals, just wanted to see if I could see them,” she felt the urge to explain, her smile going a little crooked with embarrassment. A one-man recon really wasn’t that impressive. And she wasn’t going to mention that the others didn’t necessarily want her going out there.

“What’s your name? You said you were scavenging? If you’d like an escort back, I’d be happy to oblige.”

somewherethatswarm-blog

“Aletta,” Hayden repeated. “Alright. Nice to meet you, Aletta. Hayden der Boer.”

He forced a smile under his bandana, then remembered she couldn’t see his face anyways. Oh well.

“I wouldn’t mind an escort back, but I’m waiting on my companion. I don’t know how long it’ll--”

As if almost on cue, a woman a bit older than Hayden rounded the corner, stepping into the house. She had dark skin, close cropped hair and an outfit very similar to Hayden’s. She had a pistol drawn, but when she saw that Hayden was calm she relaxed. She looked over Aletta twice, not caring if the girl noticed.

“Annie, she’s offering to escort us back,” Hayden said, putting his machete in it’s sling at his hip.

“What’s your price?” Annie immediately asked, brows raising.

#diamondcityrough #((Hayden isn't super paranoid this is good!))

userboxed

somewherethatswarm-blog

@campnavarro

#ooc #shitpost

fendiethesynth

“That, ye will have to wait a couple of more minute,” She gave him another wrinkle of her nose and a playful grin. She was very much aware playing with a Raider..or least she thought he was, would be suicide. But she couldn’t stop and think here, or she would be rattling with fear now. It was just about as bad as encountering Supermutant or Mirelurk…or maybe Deathclaw if she ever came across one: “…My clothes…or what was left of them after our lovely encounter with the Ghouls in the abandoned farm a few miles back…they are in yer yard, ye see. I have clean clothes, which is also in the yard. I need to fetch them.”

Can I fetch them?” She tilted her head: “Or ye would prefer me to…eh…walk out in this towl?”

somewherethatswarm-blog

Hayden was beginning to reconsider how deadly she could be. If she had the balls to just walk into his home then laugh off his demands, she must have some heavy firepower behind her. Or he was being paranoid.

“Use the towel, I don’t want the neighbors to see you like that,” He grumbled, getting up. He took both his machete and his gun to the window, looking out. Indeed, there were shreds of clothing in the street.

“...Yeah, get moving. Go ahead.”

#fendiethesynth