marcie: i don't fall for soldiers marcie: *accidentally drops all her photos and letters from webster* marcie: those are not mine i am holding them for a friend
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marcie: i don't fall for soldiers marcie: *accidentally drops all her photos and letters from webster* marcie: those are not mine i am holding them for a friend
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-Reaches over to hold Sledge's hand.-
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fire to melt the ice ; corrodes cold walls eugene doesn’t realize he withdrew into nor let himself be encased in the moment there’s contact. body seeks warmth & his mind seeks solace —- david embodies a saving oasis for the dying , decaying husk with a rotting mind. sledge hasn’t been the same since , always cornering himself away from everyone , keep his SCREAMS concealed within skull , only to fall helplessly from sleeping lips that , once upon a time , used to drain out only snores.
not anymore , he believes , as his palm turns itself up to meet david’s. how much longer will he hope to forget it all until he finally does? fingers curl around his comfort’s hand & pulls it to his lap selfishly. god , he’s given so much already he chooses to salvage just this one moment to forget. windows to the soul ( that’s in need of repair ) linger to the floor , tightness of his grasp around david’s hand unwavering. he doesn’t let go.
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i love both tbh ! (^: *doesn’t help*
i love u and i also love to suffer :,)
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Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours • accepting — @leadforteeth
Attractiveness:
repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
Personality:
grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible
How likely they would have sex with them:
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex
Level of Friendship:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||
First impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them|| I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
Current impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them ||I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
How good of a kisser:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed
✿ - why did you choose to make your muse?
She used to be a Bioshock OC! Then I did some fallout verses. I ended up in a financially disastrous car accident (i was completely safe but my wallet wasn't) and quit rp for ten months. Then I decided to come back in Fallout. I intended for Marcie to be "absurdly normal" and slightly out of place in the game universe, without making her "too much".
“ Hé toi! Américain —— you are bleeding all over mon secteur! Come ‘ere and sit down. ”
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“your hair keeps getting in my face.”
cuddly / platonic-ish starters • accepting — @leadforteeth
❛ oh, my sincerest apologies –––––– but if that is some sort of invitation to use a hairnet, the answer is a resounding NO. ❜ the truth is, it keeps getting in her face as well. peggy usually curls it over night, but given the sudden company she hadn’t boiled the water — and she certainly wasn’t going to right NOW.
it’s too cold for ANYBODY to be sleeping on the floor, they figured that out about an hour in. this time of the year, having hardwood floors and only a rug or two was difficult. it leaves them on her cramped bed, and while she assumed it’d be fine if she slept on her other side ––––– clearly her hair was too much of a nuisance for it. ❛ just –––– just push it to the side, have you never ––– oh, for the love of ––– ❜ one day off. she had one day off. peggy rolls, eyes on the ceiling, and it’s a little but UNNERVING to see someone to your left when all you’re used to is SPACE. she swallows, neck exposed — oddly vulnerable for someone like her, as she tucks loose locks over her right shoulder.
for a moment, neither of them move. she’s still able to make out his shoulder, the jut of a chin. when she speaks again, her voice is softer, better attune for sleeping, for the dark. ❛ is that better ? ❜