#tempesttragedy

[archaeval]

@tempesttragedy congrats on making this edition of the randy dowager

[monenblogi]

did somebody mention coffee? (lucien) - @tempesttragedy

“More like the saddest fucking excuse but you didn’t hear that from me.”  

Why she was perched upside down on the couch? Probably best to not think about, it clearly made sense to her and her only. The only signs that it was probably something productive were the nicely folded pile of maps and the still steaming mug sitting nearby. 

Which... probably should’ve given up on being coffee, now that Lune thought about it for longer than a second. “Do you think pictos are healthy to consume?” A beat. “On second thought, don’t drink the coffee. It was probably a bad idea.” 

The fact that the mug seemed to choose now to comically melt was probably a good sign she was right.

[wandercr]

@tempesttragedy said: i’ve already met four people that swear you’re the reason they’re alive. (from Erec :D)

eliana sits on her worn bunk, her dull gaze flickering to erec as he speaks. his words stoke an unfair rage inside her.  “ people exaggerate, ” she says, settling on something a little nicer than the who cares? currently echoing in her brain. she chews at her cheek, tugging her knees up to her chest, as if she can make herself small enough to be unseen by all the knights loitering around the bunkhouse.

his is hardly the first such comment she's heard since she was moved from the medical bay and into the standard living quarters. at least it's better than the ones that sneer at a vault dweller joining their ranks.  “ besides, isn't that what the brotherhood does? i'm not special. ”        

[notthedyingtype--archive]

@tempesttragedy // nate noticed milo's injury: "“That’s a lot of swelling.”" // meme: ???

brows scrunch tightly above hues painted the color of sea glass, head ducked as if to hide that obvious contusion that had already been noted on. low grumble claws at the back of his jaw, stiff and locked to keep the roiling rage inside.

milo wasn't even the one in the wrong.

for once.

rough hands are slow to come together before him, movements slow as if moving through sludge, the flat dull of thumb nail catching and dragging on a callous -- only to repeat again and again and again. click, scrape, click, scrape, click, scrape, click. he knew that the black eye would bring questions, ones he didn't exactly have the answers to, and milo didn't know if he was quite ready to talk just yet. afraid that he would snap. say the wrong thing and push the man away. no, what he wanted was a drink, not to talk.

[miss-polly]

Incorrect Quotes // @tempesttragedy for Celia

Send me 🗣️ (talking) for an incorrect quote of our muses ;;

[radiaking]

+ memes / accepting!

@tempesttragedy (max) said: "why are you like this?"

        "Well," Coop begins, his drawl thick, drawing out the word as he squats down in front of the other man where he lies face down in the dirt, tilting his head to the side. "I'm afraid you're gonna have to be a bit more specific."

[meadowlarksabove]

For @tempesttragedy , continued from here.

It had been a long time since the frumentarius had prepared a meal for anyone, and he was pleased to learn that his skills in the craft hadn’t dimmed since his deployment from Arizona. In the days leading up to their meeting, he’d accompanied one of the hunting parties marching along the perimeter of the Fort and bagged from them the cuts of Bighorner meat Celia preferred. Though it was troublesome to keep the flesh marinated and fresh on the trek back to the Mojave, the look of pure contentment and satisfaction on her face made the whole ordeal entirely worth it. 

What he hadn’t accounted for, exactly, were his own emotions in the matter. He’d wanted to give her this night as a gift, a token of his affections which, for both their sakes, could never be spoken about outright. Of course, Gabban had hinted at them here and there, masking them beneath the same words he gave everyone else at the Strip. Just for the fun of it, the gamble. A dinner shouldn’t have been all that different of a risk, but her laughter and their closeness only raised his genuine fondness for her. 

Then, when their hands gently brushed together, his mind went completely silent. There were no more voices, no memories, or fears- not even the hounds. Gabban watched her get up from the table, as he was consumed by an unfathomable warmth in his chest, just as confounding as it must have been divine. 

He stood, tugged at Celia’s arm, and gently planted his lips against hers the moment she turned to face him. Something had snapped within him finally, and for a moment he reveled in the release of all his tension, as if a dozen knots had frayed and come undone- until he opened his eyes once more. 

“I’m sorry!” Gabban stumbled back, the first uncouth step he’d ever taken in her presence. “I’m so sorry- I shouldn’t have surprised you like that!” 

Celia asked him for a reason and he struggled to say anything that made any sense, or that wouldn’t implicate him any more than he already had. IDIOT. “I…” He blanked once more, now growing pale against the light of the candles. 

“I’m attracted to you.”

[treerie]

💀 - OH MY GOD DON’T EAT ME PLEASE (obviously :P <3)

@tempesttragedy

there's legit a meme going around in my friend group that i'm a cannibal. be afraid! 😡 (don't be, i swear i'm nice lmao.)

Intimidation Meme