#marciefink

[sanctamater]

marcie-fink reblogged your post:Marcie gently hit Lady Comstock across the cheek with a white riding glove. "I challenge you to a duel to the death!"

"Maybe - hic - I might be drunk! But I also might be trying to kill you!”

  "Madame, control yourself."

[sanctamater]

sonofprophecies replied to your post:xpropheta replied to your post:date night w/ mom...

NONONONONONONONONONONO

SON PLS JUST LET IT HAPPEN

marcie-fink replied to your post:date night w/ mom and dad comstock: depressing...

tru

marcie has ur husband not paid any visits to u in 18 years i ODNT THINK SO

carryinghercoffin replied to your post:xpropheta replied to your post:date night w/ mom...

you mean ralph yes

we're closing the curtains :I

[sanctamater]

marcie-fink replied to your post:lmao my teacher says i need to have more fun and...

hello friends

aayyyyeeeee uwu

[security-chief-harkness]

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"Betty Crocker."

[security-chief-harkness]

Maintenance [Harkness|Marcie]

If there was ever a good moment for Mirelurks to break through the lower decks it would be now. Harkness was pissed off before he had stomped down the steps. The hot water had broke, Boa had decided to bring every bit of dirt from the wastes she could find, the coffee had ran out and his smokes had got wet while fixing the shower. Fan-fucking-tanstic. The Mirelurks would be a distraction, something to vent on, saving the emotional stability of a lot of people on this ship.

For that reason Harkness pulled the knife from his boot instead of going for the gun on his back. He wanted something satisfying, an outlet that shooting from afar couldn't bring. Going down alone also meant that Harkness didn't have to suppress any of his strength. If he felt like punching a hole through one of them he could do as he damn well pleased and that's just what he did.

Returning up to the main deck, twenty minutes later scattered with new scratches and splatters of blood Harkness felt a new amount of peace within him, less angry and slightly proud.

[tickles-tackle]

((Marcie, Colonel and Tickle having a dinner. This is the drawing Marcie!mod wanted as her prize in my give away :D

Tickle is ruining Colonel's evening, no wonder she's so happy about herself ;)

It looks a little bit different that i wanted it to look, but oh well ;D I had so much fun drawing them that I finished it in no time, yay! :D And sorry, I lied, I can't do backgrounds, sorry!

Haha don't ming the glasses... and lack of chairs, let's pretend they sit on stools ;D))

[tickles-tackle]

"I wish I had freckles like yours. "

"You just need to get more sun. And thank you."

[tickles-tackle]

☄

"You got something special in you. You’re the chosen one!" Tickle cries in the corner, jealous of Marcie and her ability to woo Colonel.