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“Worse? Yer outta yer fuckin’ mind any way we look nothin’ alike, crack head.”
“And you’re rude. Awesome. I don’t smoke crack, idiot.”
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hellsoverseer replied to your post: ��
“Worse? Yer outta yer fuckin’ mind any way we look nothin’ alike, crack head.”
“And you’re rude. Awesome. I don’t smoke crack, idiot.”
hellsoverseer replied to your post: The buzzing of nervous idle chatter that...
spray painted on the side of the prydwen: a big cock
this is literally what happens when I leave why are you like this
@hellsoverseer
Her hands shook as the last shot was fired from the barrel of a crude pistol, a breath escaping her unsteadily as the last raider’s body crumpled to the ground. This was not what she expected the world to be like--to have to fight for her life merely moving from point A to point B, and seeing that those she paid to escort her to the next relatively safe destination were now face down in a pool of their own blood, she wasn’t quite sure how she’d survive the rest of the journey. Not that they did the job they were given up until now, evidently.
Tucking the firearm away at her hip, Eli knelt down next to the head caravan guard and pressed both of her hands against his hip of the deceased, hired help’s to roll him over. Unfazed by the blood and the wounds he succumbed to, she rifled through his vest to withdraw the currency she’d given him--a trade for her safe deliverance. He didn’t do his job, obviously, and it wasn’t like he could have used it now. Better to claim the caps on his person to help with her survival in the future rather than leaving them for another strung out wastelander looking for a way to get their next hit--just like these ones were. Their symptoms were evident, yet there was no helping them.
Rising to her feet, another shaky breath escaped from her mouth as she tried to ground herself before turning her eyes towards the horizon. She made out a figure nearby, however the sun shone in her eyes and made it hard to distinguish who or what it was. All she knew in that moment was that she felt a lump in her throat and a familiar fear gripped her once again.
down the street watching this exercise in civil duties 👀
❀ What is your favorite thing about your current fandom or RP community?
Well, you see! I’m in a few. So I’ll talk about the community I’ve found and really settled into on a discord server started by a friend.
I didn’t think I’d really ever find as many great friends as I have, but joining the tumblr RP server started by the lovely Beenpole, I’ve found a great group that truly make writing an enjoyable experience. We have so much fun in the channels, and even more fun with voice chats, streams, etc. outside of rp’ing. I adore them all, and can’t believe my luck getting to hang out with such great people.
♥ What’s the absolute best experience you’ve had in RP? & ♦ What’s your favorite thing about RP, generally?
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oh GOSH this is a hard one! I’ll narrow it down to something recent, rather than try and filter through 12 years of nonsense. Aha!
I suppose the best experience I’ve had lately in RP would be… being introduced to @rivetcitysecurity. A mutual friend, @hellsoverseer, made the fuckery happen, and honestly, I’ve had so much fun with the two of them since then. I love the carefree, goofy things we like to post about. It makes coming around here a lot brighter and so very enjoyable!
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I think my favorite thing about RP in general would be the creative outlet it provides. It’s quite a therapeutic experience, in my personal case. I love to build worlds, and people to live in them. I like to mock up lives and then ruin them with relentless torture watch the muses grow from just a concept into a full personality that sometimes I feel really takes on its own part of the creative side of me.
Thanks for the questions, Zas! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Close your eyes and kiss me bitch I wanna swap bubblegum witcha
i can’t draw cute things but i tried
✘: What are your muses pet peeves
– HEADCANON QUESTIONS ;
Thomas is fairly tolerant of most things. More so, he’s too TiredSadBoy™ to really care what anyone else is doing. However, he does have a couple things that will set him off. One that’s more so an annoyance, and one that’ll put him into that smiling, violent idiot who’ll grin while he shanks you over and over. He goes 0 to 100 real quick.
1. Mistreating any sort of synthetic life. That includes bots of all kinds, regardless of their capacity of free thought. The mistreatment isn’t just the standard kicking, throwing rocks, shooting, scrapping without thought… it extends to not speaking to them like they matter. Anyone rude to a bot or synth around him is likely to get pistol whipped without mercy. There was once a man who threw a cap at his Buddy bartender and hit it in the head instead of putting it in his hand, and the man never left the Ranger Saloon. He’s fertilizing the mutfruit trees out back. Moral of the story: Mind your bleedin’ manners.
2. Not cleaning your damn weapons. Really, c’mon now. If you show up with an unpolished gun with mud or grit that’s clearly more than a day old, he’ll immediately judge you and your life choices.