#tempxre

[karmicagent-blog]

@tempxre

     So many dead -- this is the life, after all. But he'd forgotten about the Vault Dweller, or maybe he hadn’t cared to remember. The irony was the construct of their bodies: all metal and hissing with detached wiring crying in hot, red sparks for a receiving end. The Lurk couldn’t help but find the imagery strangely symbolic; an omen perhaps, to his own inevitable demise. 

     A slow turn of the head brought his colorless eyes back in her direction. “Will this be all of them? Is this what you’ll do when you reach the Institute?”

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@tempxre ;; greeter

     “Not looking for trouble, just directions. No need to be so tense.”

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@tempxre​

 ❄ She lit up her a cigarette, breathing in the smoke of the unhealthy vice and letting it fill her lungs.

              “Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t listening to it anyways.” The woman was lying, but he seemed so bothered by it that she didn’t see a point in arguing. “I’m sure another good song will come on.”

        “Well, it seems like there are only fifteen songs on that whole station- if you like any of those then you’ll be in luck.” 

With a shrug, he looks towards her. Odd, somehow he was expecting more of a fuss. “In a few minutes, I can turn it back on for you.” He offers while tilting his head slightly. “If you still want the background noise that is.” 

[karmicagent-blog]

tempxre replied to your post: tempxre replied to your post: ...

That’s maximum effort like, “I was out killing mercilessly and I saw all these diners on the way and I got you these treats.” Goals.

|| Gotta survive the wasteland -- but everybody can use cake. |

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🍰 💘

A SHIPPING MEME FOR MUSE TOLD BY THE MUN 

🍰- What does your muse’s kisses taste like?        – Well, it is the fallout, after all. The kissee may taste whatever campfire roasted wasteland meat he last consumed was, perhaps a hint of saltiness in the hot, daytime hours. In the evening however, bourbon is usually the refreshment of choice, and so it will likely linger on his strangely un-chapped lips.

💘- What is your muse like in ships?        – Fiercely loyal, probably too protective. He’ll struggle between wanting to do more, but not wanting to be overbearing which might annoy a partner. The, “I wish you wouldn’t, but you should do what you must” vibe. He’s very attentive normally, so naturally he’ll want to know everything about a partner while also being reluctant to open up himself. Romanticism is high while his sexuality is reserved until the physical act is conducted, in which case the primal animal may be a bit overwhelming to some. 

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tempxre replied to your post: aetcrnum:          guess who just turned 18 ????

Happy birthday! ^^

thank you lovely !!

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1, 7, and 12! ( SS companion meme )

Companion Ask Game ( Verse Page)

1. Where can we find your Companion? 

Generally, anywhere out in the wastes. She typically scrounges around and seeks out any Gunners she can find. There’s a chance you’ll have a random encounter where she will either appear in the middle of combat against Gunners or you can come across her fighting a group. 

7. Answered!

12. What do they say when SS flirts with them?

Male Sole Survivor (Pre-Personal Quest): “Uh… Sorry, did you just… hit on me? I’m… not really looking for that kind of thing right now…”

Female Sole Survivor ( Pre-Personal Quest): “Oh- I mean, thanks, you’re… Um… You’re sweet… I’m just not looking for that kind of thing right now.” 

Male (Post Personal Quest): An awkward laugh, then, “Thanks, I guess… You’re not bad, yourself… I’ve never really… had anyone flirt with me before…” 

Female (Post Personal Quest): While blushing, “I don’t… I don’t know what to say… I’ve never really… had anyone flirt with me before…” 

(Women make her weaker than dudes, woops.)

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tempxre replied to your post “sittin outside wishin i was still in florida bc i did nOT MISS THESE...”

We keep getting large spiders on our porch so I feel you.

spiders dont bother me as much as nasty binches flying @ me