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‘ sometimes you put a bunch of misfits together and you get a family. sometimes you get a bunch of assholes. ’ -for any

miscellaneous. / @desertbled

kaj smiles at the comment on their mutual friends, not taking her eyes off the figures in the distance in the legion camp. they're watching slavers do as slavers do, but mainly, waiting for a sign of who commands who, and therefore, who'd take the bullet to the skull better. kaj thinks about the ragtag group waiting for them back on the strip, getting cozy in mr. house's provided penthouse.

"i think we're a little of both," she offers casually, taking a sip off her nuka-cola, then passing it off to wolf. it's spiked with whiskey, and her mouth purses a little at the burn. she's had too many sips already and feeling far too confident for her liking; she's half tempted to call it for the night, but that same tipsiness keeps her chatting to wolf. "assholes and misfits, i mean. the gang at the 38. reminds me of ncr days, before it got..." she trails off, eyes slightly glazed on the figures in the distance, feeling the weight of wolf's gun next to her as well as the weight of the future. will her compatriots stick around, including wolf, if things go according to her plan? she can't help but feel a little insecure about it.

before kaj can continue, though, a legionnaire salutes his commander. it's the last thing he ever does. wolf's rifle goes off before she can say a thing. kaj's ears ring badly, and the commander drops to the ground, headless. nearly deaf, kaj grins at wolf, mouthing at him: "nice one, hotshot!" the sweet moment, or the potential for one, is gone. kaj rolls over his back to get their bags and hightail it out of there, before the legionnaires get smart and follow the bullet path.

#desertbled #file : kaj.#ic : kaj.#answers.#wholesome <3

“ Well I’ll be--- if it ain’t the old Wolf. Hadn’t thought I’d be seein’ you out here. ” An old war buddy, what was it? The end of the world? Raining cats and dogs? “ Reckon you’re not part of NCR anymore. ”

@desertbled

#⎝ranger with the big iron on his hip⎞ ic. cliff.#desertbled #YELLS #MY BOY!!!!!!!

@desertbled ( starter call. )

“ hold on. ” worn hand reaches, touching against the other's chest as they settled on the rocky floor. a cool draft accompanied the eerie quiet. unlike the floor before, darkness seemed to seep from every corner, trickling down the spine as an unsettling shiver. the sorcerer raised his gaze to meet wolf's. brows pinched in thought, barely visible even with the minor distance between them. he knew the other was unaccustomed to the challenges faced deeper in the mines. a part of him thought to urge him back, the hour drawing late and the area becoming increasingly dangerous. but, from what he had seen so far ( and the struggle it had been to get himself here as an escort to begin with ), he gets the feeling the man would not be very inclined to give up so easily. and who was he to take that challenge away from him anyway ?? despite his unease ( unused to company, but eager to protect nonetheless ), arthur finds the softest sigh leaving him. he takes a moment to resign himself to a decision before he tucks his sword into its sheath so he could dig into the satchel securely strapped to his hip.

“ here — take this. ” the adventurer removes his hand from the farmer's chest, instead extending the other as he pulls away from his bag with something in grasp. unfurled fingers reveal a pretty ring, its deep amber-colored mineral body glowing with enough light to brighten the immediate area, causing arthur himself to squint against the newfound illuminance. the color washed them in warmth, like the afternoon sun, which dipped against the wet stone around them.

he doesn't wait for the other to grab it as a palm moves into the man's hand and drops the accessory within it. “ you'll need it to see. and keep an eye out on the rocks — they move down here. ”

#desertbled #( q. )#( sve / v. protector of the valley )#( after a billion years.... i did it )#( artie giving him a special little glow ring is cute. i approve of this. )#( he is also worried abt him but he wont admit it even tho its pretty obvious lmao )#( lemme know if you wanna change anything !! )

🃏 for the mun’s choice

mun's choice will be . . . ♀️ , for a picture of v's mother. growing up, v's mother was more of an idea than she was a person, & for that v had nothing but respect for the woman. a few pictures were kept by the man who raised v as his own, a man still thoroughly in love with the stranger in question, but aside from that the woman v had grown within was just a fading memory to the bakker community, someone who had stayed with them for a while before moving swiftly on & leaving a baby behind.

from a young age, as she looked through those old pictures, v could tell that the woman had been fun, & as she grew older she could see danger there as well, a kind of mesmerizing aura which v wished to emulate, knowing she never truly could.

her name was never kept a secret ( & boy was it memorable ) but v had no interest in tracking her down, as it didn't seem fair to do so. the woman in the photos wasn't a mother, she had been kind enough to give v life, yes, but she was so much more than that. & while v liked to imagine from time to time that they were somehow having tandem adventures, living life apart but with the universe as their mirror, she also wished the woman nothing less than freedom.

#this is a v's mom stan account.#pretending that the pictures aren't totally different hues shhh.#desertbled #hc

🍒 + me cuz u held me at knifepoint :'((

@desertlbed: i loooove your writing style; it's fun to read along with! i think wolf is a cool character and i also love your other characters on your multi omg. what a good lineup.

#ooc.#desertbled

hitting six w/ the " 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “

smash or pass.☢ accepting

☢ ╼ “Darlin' I'd smash ya' so good and so long, ya'd forget the land was laid to waste.”

#desertbled #☢ ╼ the mojave express ( answered )#〚 platinum pussycat : courier six 〛

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location . . . // LIVING ROOM.

quite the real estate mogul, our v, but despite having her name on the contracts of several rentals there's one she tends to go back to more than the others. exposed brick, floor to ceiling windows, 'fucking terrible acoustics' ( or so she's been told ) & a sweet ass pool table. there's very little to be said about personal touches in the living room, as there simply aren't many to make note of -- a jacket strewn haphazardly on the couch, windows left open come rain or shine, a few bottles on the coffee table that she could swear were full the day before. maybe, if she ever had the time to settle down & be still, the decor would begin to reflect the owner ; though at this point she isn't even sure what that would look like.