#themostresilient

[gvnarchive]

   ❛ you’re that guy travis keeps talkin’ about, aren’t ya? ❜ alex inquires with a raised brow and a mischievous smirk,  ❛ mind helpin’ me with something, the pays good. promise. i’d give it to you up front but, that’s part of the reason why i need help. schematics. some asshole left ‘em by swan and i need someone to distract him while i go grabbin’ it. ❜  //  @themostresilient: sc.

[errorexecutingfile]

anarchywithin replied to your post: themostresilient: errorexecutingfile replied to...

somewhere out there, Sawyer is questioning his sexuality

[[ listen. Sawyer is more than welcome to join the       Scruffy Bad Boy Club. ]

[undcrboss]

@themostresilient replied to your post : ☹

“You know what time I wish never happened to /me/? The part where I had to hear that story!”

           “ I know! Isn’t it awful? I’m never gonna get past this - I just know it. ...Whenever I look at my dick from now on, I’m gonna know that it’s been violated by a public toilet. ”

[millitechleft]

♡

For every “♡” I get I’ll give a tip on how to win my muse’s heart.

(For the Ladies, specifically) Be able to kick ass and take names?? Laura loves ladies who can kick her ass. So much. Just look at her and Cait- hella. freaking. gay. Just saying. Gal, too. (Everyone knows Gal is badass)… 

[obdurare-archive-blog]

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salt meme : accepting : @themostresilient

004. What are some things you are tired of seeing in the RPing community?Oh gosh, so much???  Sexism.  Racism.  I’m sick of seeing female characters get ignored and shat on in favor of male muses.  People who are angling for a particular ship with no thought as to how that ship might work and only caring about the smut/potential smut.  Callout posts with no proof or info on why this person is being called out.  Anon hate of any kind.  Cliquishness.  I’m old and salty and I went through this shit on lj years ago.  I don’t feel like dealing with it again in a place that is otherwise fairly welcoming.

[karmicagent-blog]

@themostresilient​

Sticky viscera coats his hands and fingers,  raggedy jacket now heavy like a second skin.  He couldn’t have known they would recognize him,  Gunners.  He should have known. Their facial tattoos,  their yellow teeth and tired but wired eyes. Now he’s left them scattered like Deathclaw scraps among the  withered woodland leaves, stained in splashes of  crimson and sprinkled with fading, human embers. 

But another body among the fray he hadn’t noticed.  Another body - alive and only just incoming - is  faced slowly as the bloodied man turns toward him. He should have known. 

“This isn’t...what it looks like.”

[grandzealot]

@themostresilient answered:

Fox had indeed survived the initiation into the Children of Atom, returning from a journey he could not quite make sense of with a small religious icon in hand. All just so that he could gain access to DiMA’s old memories. However, he had not returned unscathed — one of the ghouls surrounding the shrine had left him with a nasty gash on his shoulder. To his surprise, the Grand Zealot himself saw to his wound. Fox had a feeling the special treatment might have something to do with the fact his vision apparently meant Atom had big plans for him.

“Thanks,” he said as he watched Richter bind the wound. Sincere gratitude could be heard in his voice, even if he wasn’t sure he could trust the cult. “Nearest doctor’s all the way back in Far Harbor…and it would probably be awkward to go back there anyways, considering I’m one of you guys now.”

          The barest nod acknowledged the man’s thanks, the Grand Zealot’s gestures as subdued as his voice.

         “Our Archemist is a skilled healer,” he replied after some silence. “Used to be the doctor of that heathen town in fact. Right now, she’s occupied with grave business, but you should have her take a more qualified look later...” In contrast with his humble words, the bandaging he’d applied was neat and precise. 

          Finished, Richter took a step back to look over his work and then the man in front of him before offering, “In the meantime: Can show you around if the High Confessor hasn’t tasked you with anything pressing.”

[longfcllow-blog]

The laugh that escapes him is somewhere between a kek and a cackle. "Buddy, yer nose is the biggest I've ever seen." A little harsh for an introduction but he was drunk, and--well. Yeah. Not that the old man had any place to speak on big noses... his was huge. Crooked too.