Priscilla, notice me!

Fallout RP blog for a young raider tattoo artist named Mumble who falls in love far too easily. He has suspicions that he may be a synth. Sideblog to justasadnerd.

[the-memedaddy]

[toughguymumble]

STARTER CALL

Like this!

[fragrantwithlove]

I…..love being called angel like…if you’ve ever called me angel i swear my knees have gone weak and i’ve written about it in my diary

[thefeelofavideogame]

[toughguymumble]

practicing walking a tightrope o3o

[candy-spraypaint-deactivated202]

Original Artist: Rorosii

[vaultcinda]

pouting intensifies

[toughguymumble]

Boss, my boy, looking good

[toughguymumble]

Mumble will never have kids. He would be a terrible parent and honestly, has zero interest in children anyway. 

If he ever did happen to create a child, he would most likely have nothing to do with them. It’s better that way. He is terrible.

[kitschatron]

[toughguymumble]

If Mumble ever gets a crush on someone, it won't matter how horribly mean they are to him. He likes people regardless of their terrible or mean attitudes... He just likes people. And wants to smooch them 😘 More people might let him if he wasn't a gross bandit.

[realfun-funeral]

[outofcontextdnd]

Oh my god, he won’t even shut up when he’s dying!

(via outofcontextdnd)

[toughguymumble]

someone: you're pretentious

me, sprawled out on a bed of roses, reading oscar wilde and sipping champagne: oh?

[toughguymumble]

“Kid, you’re being a brat. Fucking behave, you little shit. This is serious fucking business,” Boss grumbled, pinching his son’s face hard. Mumble whimpered in pain just a bit, but didn’t divert from his glaring.

“We don’t need them, though! I don’t wanna do this, just let me go home!” He knocked Boss’ hand away and crossed his arms.

“Mumble.” Boss spoke with an authority that allowed no more protests. “You’re going to fucking go in there now and you can come home when you finish your fucking job, got it? It’s your job to make sure we can trust this bitch.”

Mumble glared harder, letting out a strangled, “Fine,” as he ground his teeth angrily. He was being ditched here, and he hated it. “I’ll hurry, then.” Turning on his heel, he sighed and made his way closer to the camp. He would make quick work of this and then make a speedy escape. 

@los-operators

[toughguymumble]

Mumble and Mumble meet one day and become instant best friends.

They get along fantastically, until one of them walks into a room and finds the other hanging out with @pyrokineticx alone. Then they wind up in a jealousy-fueled fight for at least a couple days.

[toughguymumble]

los-operators:

Even if Mumble did show her a “cool” cat or dog, it wouldn’t change Connie’s mind. She really don’t like pets, not even a little bit. She digs through her pockets and takes out her pack of cigarettes and lighter. She takes one from the pack, placed between her lips and light it.

“Who knows.” She blows smoke while she stuffs everything back into her pocket. 

He frowned and started to wonder where he would find a really good animal to show her. Any of his dogs would work, but unfortunately, there were all at home with Boss while he was here. It was quite a trip back, or he would try to go get them. He’d just have to see what he could find here.

“I’m gonna go look for one, I’ll be back later.”