mojavedevil

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(Fallout New Vegas, PC screenshot)

#scenery

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local merc becomes public menace to goodsprings bighorner farmers 

ive had the idea that there should be bighorner/brahmin rodeos in fallout for years now but never did anything with it. i think they could either be professionally organized in settlements and even have tournaments. orrrr sometimes its just impromptu thrill seeking

#mun art #visage #he would so do this

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// upgrading my last shitpost about him i felt compelled to

#ooc #new vegas #crack #mun art

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holyfailed​:

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“Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for anything,” she murmurs against his mouth before her peak overtakes her, leaves her shuddering around him with little aftershocks as he finishes inside her. Ear is pressed over racing heart as she rests against him, taking a moment to catch her breath before she smacks his shoulder halfheartedly. “Watch your fucking mouth next time.” But there’s little heat to the reprimand. She’s been called a lot worse by people who loved her a lot less than Roadkill did. Still, couldn’t go setting a precedent for it.

Toes curl against his calf as she stretches like a languid cat, having gotten everything she wanted out of the night. “Feel better, baby?“ Soothing his anger was the easy part, now she just had to make sure he followed through with their plan and didn’t get too carried away as it would be far to tempting to turn that anger on anyone else who had crossed him in the past few weeks. No, they needed to send a message, not shoot themselves in the foot. Though perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to bring in some fresh blood while he was at it.

“They all have to see you do it,” she advises, tracing idle patterns over his chest with her index finger, tone as casual as talking about the weather rather than the potential maiming of a man. “They have to look you in the eye and understand what happens to men who cross you. And then you can leave him there to rot, for all I care.”

                            -“You know I got a soft spot for you gettin’ violent, Doll.”

  The anger started culminating inside him as he concocted plans of all the ways to inflict pain. But he couldn’t rile himself up too much at the thought, exhaustion had begun to set in. “I’ll text the guys to meet me at the clubhouse tomorrow.” Letting out a sigh, he glanced to his left at his lover. Her green eyes enraptured him momentarily before he reached over to the tv tray being used as a stand in side table to grab his phone.

       TXT [The Guys]: i need u all to come to the clubhouse tomorrow        TXT [ The Guys]: important meeting

He rested his phone on his bare stomach. He had little time to think about possible regrets, he knew what needed to be done. Swift justice to those who had wronged him, the same story repeated throughout his life. He wasn’t the type for forgiveness, he clung to the idea of revenge. “You want a beer?” Off topic though it was the only thing that would calm his nerves. Letting his phone fall on the bed as he rose to head to the kitchen. 

The trailer was small, a single wide. The only reason it wasn’t lined with beer cans and pizza boxes was for the fact Jordan became a resident too. It didn’t completely stop his filthy decoration choices, though for her own sanity he managed to use the trash can more often than before. He didn’t need anything luxurious, despite the money he’s accumulated over time.

#holyfailed #ic #v: they're hanging me tonight [modern]

[mojavedevil]

❝  embrace your chaos…hug your demons.  ❞ - from fiona

MAGNOLIA  CASTILLO  SENTENCE  STARTERS | Accepting

   The concept wasn’t foreign to him.  His whole life he embraced the sin that made him who he was, only now was he attempting to repent. But vices were powerful, and his will was weak when it came to temptation. “If I could stop, I would.” He paused, shifting his gaze towards the fire. “But God ain’t a big fan of me. Never has been.”

He had always felt cursed from the moment he was born. What he had was ripped away from him to no one's fault but his own. Never appreciating what he had until it was gone. Left to fend for himself in a cruel wasteland with only violence and booze to guide him. 

#inthisfire-ifindrain #ic #ask meme #v: its a sin [main]

[mojavedevil]

// shitposting hours

#mun art #ooc #ive had this idea for so long

[mojavedevil]

❝  i got blood on my dress.  i really like that dress.  ❞

MAGNOLIA  CASTILLO  SENTENCE  STARTERS | Accepting

“You’ll live.” Words lacking the usual charm his snake tongue could produce. As strong as the love he felt for her was, he failed to produce much sympathy for more ‘girly’ affairs. “It ain’t like I don’t know how to get blood outta clothes.” At this point in his life he had grown too desensitized to bloodied clothing. It sure as hell wouldn’t stop him from making a pit stop at the liquor store despite his shocking state. Most town residents wouldn’t do anything about it anyways. 

#holyfailed #v: they're hanging me tonight [modern] #ic #clothes? bloodied. masculinity? toxic

[mojavedevil]

// @inthisfire-ifindrain commissioned me for something bloody of her character Fiona, it was a lot of fun!

#inthisfire-ifindrain #mun art #ooc

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// ship fuel?

#ooc #ships #visage

[mojavedevil]

MAGNOLIA  CASTILLO  SENTENCE  STARTERS 

❝  what does ‘happy’ feel like?  ❞

❝  i think the real ‘monsters’ are the ones who create the monstrous things.  ❞

❝  broken things aren’t always ruined.  ❞

❝  healing isn’t always about putting yourself back together the way you were.  it’s about making something new out of the pieces that are left.  ❞

❝  they stole my voice.  this is me taking it back.  ❞

❝  dying isn’t so bad…it’s the leaving.  going away when you haven’t really even gotten to do anything yet.  ❞

❝  quiet.  the ghosts are talking.  ❞

❝  i think sometimes,  some people are just meant to carry pain.  ❞

❝  i’m not sure what love is supposed to feel like.  i’ve never really had it before…but i know i feel good with you.  warm.  like home.  ❞

❝  there are some things worse than death.  would you like to see them?  ❞

❝  you can get used to any pain.  but loneliness,   that’s what makes you break.  ❞

❝  the only thing that saved me was me.  ❞

❝  i didn’t survive…i just didn’t die.  there’s a difference.  ❞

❝  please stop lying i’m trying to think.  ❞

❝  i’ve always been at home among the haunted things.  ❞

❝  the world is too big.  and i don’t know how to be in it anymore.  ❞

❝  i’ve seen what ‘bad’ looks like.  you’re one of the good ones,  trust me.  ❞

❝  i think i’m afraid to heal,  because that means i can be broken again.  ❞

❝  there is good in the world.  i know there is.  i just don’t think i get to have it in my life.  ❞

❝  you have to hold on to the little joys when you find them.  ❞

❝  everything in nature is about balance.  i think the spiritual world is like that too.  maybe,  if my life is so filled with darkness and hurt,  someone else out there is getting nothing but light and warmth.  someone who deserves it.  ❞

❝  i don’t want to hide anymore.  ❞

❝  sometimes it’s easier to believe there’s something wrong with me.  it’s easier than if i didn’t deserve all those things and people knew that and chose to hurt me anyway.  that just seems worse somehow.  ❞

❝  you have a very messy brain.  ❞

❝  do you think the moon gets lonely?  ❞

❝  when i was little i used to believe fairies made it rain.  i think i just wanted the world to feel magical.  ❞

❝  people always go away.  even if they don’t mean to.  no one stays.  ❞

❝  anything can be a cage.  ❞

❝  at least,  no one can touch my soul.  that’s mine.  that will always be mine.  ❞

❝  time doesn’t speak to me.  ❞

❝  embrace your chaos…hug your demons.  ❞

❝  there are things you can never forget once you know them.  ❞

❝  don’t go poking around this stuff…it pokes back.  ❞

❝  i just live in each second as it comes.  that’s all i have.  ❞

❝  the only thing we can really control is ourselves.  but there’s a power in that.  only you get to decide what kind of person all the hard things turn you into.  ❞

❝  i feel like i don’t know much of anything anymore.  ❞

❝  a body is just something you’re stuck inside.  it’s not really you.  just a place to stay for a little while.  ❞

❝  i don’t know why people like to hurt me.  they just do.  ❞

❝  i killed him but,  now there’s a mess.  ❞

❝  i want to help.  please?  i just want to do something good.  ❞

❝  i’m not very brave.  or strong.  i broke.  they broke me…but i’m still here.  ❞

❝  i got blood on my dress.  i really like that dress.  ❞

❝  there are so many secrets in my head i never asked for.  ❞

❝  i’m in here.  i’m inside this body.  there’s still a person in here and it’s mine.   it’s my body.  i’m tired of so many people acting like it isn’t.  ❞

❝  i don’t really sleep much anymore.  but it’s okay,  someone has to keep the moon company.  ❞

❝  i’m so angry.  it’s always there.  but if i let it out i’m afraid i’ll never stop.  ❞

❝  i didn’t think i’d still be alive by now.  i’m not really sure what to do now that i am.  ❞

❝  everyone’s a little bit broken.  but it’s okay.  broken things can be pretty too.  that’s how mosaics are made.  ❞

❝  i don’t want anyone to hurt the way i’ve hurt.  no one deserves that kind of pain.  ❞

❝  i’ll be gentle with your heart.  ❞

❝  i like your soul.  it’s beautiful.  ❞

❝  you have a pretty brain.  ❞

❝  the pain gets better.  it won’t go away completely but.  you get used to it.  it will get easier to breathe,  bit by bit until you don’t really notice it anymore.  ❞

❝  let me make it better.  please?  ❞

❝  you’re hurting.  i can tell.  you don’t have to hide it.  ❞

❝  you can’t hurt me in a way i haven’t already survived.  ❞

❝  the thing about being broken,  is it’s already done.  you know you can get through anything after that.  ❞

❝  people are kind of like art.  everyone is going to see something different when they look at you.  ❞

❝  i choose to help people because no one helped me.  i want to be that person for others that i needed.  ❞

❝  fucking dumbasshole.  ❞

❝  i’m still trying to figure out what i want to be.  ❞

#meme #ooc

[mojavedevil]

// a little late for munday 

#ooc #mun #i miss this hair its all black now

[mojavedevil]

Winchester Model 92 lever action rifle with ornate scrimshaw ivory stock featuring Austrian Hapsburg Eagle.  A gift from the Austro-Hungarian Emperor Franz Josef to the Texas Rangers.

Currently on display at the Texas Rangers Museum in Waco, Texas.

#musings

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New leather for an old gun.

#musings

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#visage #aesthetic board

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// au where everything is the same except roadkill’s cowboy hat is replaced with this 

#ooc

[mojavedevil]

@lotuskissed​​ | starter call for ramona 

Vivid memories of his home town washed over him. He regulalry visited Goodsprings every handful of months when he had the chance, being busy with both Legion affairs and a some odd jobs on the side he hadn’t had much free time to get lost in the Mojave. Though now he had caps to spare, plenty of them. 

After his routine stop to visit chet for gun oil and ammunition should it be the rare occassion he carried anything of .50 cal in stock he found a not so unfamiliar face duck her head into the general store as he prepared to leave. Ramona. It had been some time since their last encounter when they grabbed drinks together though he could always recognize her. It was her eyes, the dark makeup contrasting the pale blue iris making it stand out as almost silver in color. 

“Well shit! If I knew I’d be runnin’ into you doll I would have cleaned up a little.” 

Truth be told, he was unashamed of the grime that covered him. A couple weeks in the desert will cake one with blood and dirt if bathing isnt an option. Though part of his visit was a planned washing day, especially to get the rather jarring blood stains off his shirt from the mole rats he had butchered on his way to town. 

#lotuskissed #v: its a sin [main] #ic

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holyfailed​:

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She hisses as he grabs a handful of her hair, her nails digging into his chest, leaving marks of her own now, but if anything, that edge of pleasure and pain only has her hips rising and falling faster against his. Every single time they came together it was like this. Whether she loved him or hated him or had convinced herself this was the last time she would ever see him, it was euphoria, like coming home.

“You will. And I’m gonna be there to see it.” Because in the deepest, darkest parts of her there was a monster that called out to his, that wanted to see what he was capable of doing in her name, like holy tribute. If he was meant for her, what could she be but meant for him? Her hand comes down to where they’re joined, adding to her pleasure as they come together again and again.

“They think they know you now, baby, but they don’t. I know you. I’ve seen you. The man who came and did what he had to to bring me home. You’re not gonna let anyone take me from you and I’m not gonna let them take you from me.” A particularly hard thrust has her crying out, falling against his chest to bring their mouths together in a forceful kiss. “Tomorrow we’ll show them who you are.”

    It wasn’t sex without a little pain. Their steamy love making sessions usually turned aggressive. The hedonist he is violence is his biggest turn on, inflicting pain on his lover pushes him over the edge. “Help me.” He pleaded through his moans. “I want to watch you show that bitch what you got.”

His thrusts quickened as he came closer to climax. Her words sent him into a hypnotic trance of primal desire. Muttering cursings under his breath the closer he got to his peak. He had plans for Walker. He didn’t want to just beat the man into submissive, he wanted humiliation. Degredating him into a sniveling shadow of his former self. A tide had to be turned within the club. A reminder to who is in charge and more importantly that he had NOT gone soft because of Jordan. 

“Fuckin’ take it you slut.” Letting the undignified term slip as he shoved himself deep inside her to finish, yanking her hair just a bit more as he tensed up from his satisfaction. It took him a second to let go and let his arms fall to his sides as he let out an exhausted sigh. He could handle the heat, but their passion did take something out of him. “Fuck, doll. You’re amazing.” 

After finishing, clarity hit him. He wasn’t just motivated to teach Walker a lesson, he was excited to do so. 

#holyfailed #nsfw #v: they're hanging me tonight [modern] #ic