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ɪɴᴅɪᴇ. ꜱᴇʟ. ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʜᴜɴᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴘɪɢᴇᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱᴇᴅ | ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ (ꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ 18+) | ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ | ᴄᴀʀʀᴅ| ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ | ʙᴀɴɴᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ

#promos!!! #resident evil rp #re rp #rp promo #dbd rp #q

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"Hell naw!" she shook her head fervently when asked if she had paid to get in. It was almost criminal to request that amount upfront without being able to haggle it down. After all, you couldn't blow the caps if you didn't have any left in your pockets. "I figured there had to be a free.99 way of gettin' in but after gettin' threatened a few times tryin' to find the free way I did cave and get a nice passport. Definitely legal if ya don't look too close." It wasn't free like she had hoped but she could be charming when she needed to be and was able to talk the price down.

Faye pinched her thumb and index finger together and dragged them across her pursed lips before throwing her hand back as if tossing away the key. His secret would be safe with her and she rather liked the idea he had some faith in her. Maybe she could take a few of them out with the right shot and ammo. But she wasn't here to piss off Mr. House. She needed his best man.

"Ooh, only the second? Ya know how to make a gal feel special," she winked at him playfully before dropping her eyes to the gun he patted. Her eyes lit up with an excited glee before locking eyes with him again. "Damn, you'll have to tell me how ya did it." Of course, she was sincerely happy he had completed his mission, but there was a pang of jealousy that she was still struggling to get her own. But, then again, that was why she had come in the first place, and maybe he wouldn't have a reason to tell her no.

When he hugged her she lifted her feet off the ground, bending them at the knee, and wrapped her arms around his neck. It felt good to hug someone and she was beyond happy that he had allowed it. As soon as her feet hit the ground she released him and watched as he pulled his sleeve up to reveal the golden arm. She puckered her lips and whistled, reaching out to touch the cool metal, not even able to fathom how much it must've cost. Then again, he did work for Mr. House.

"Damn, and here I was gonna make a joke about ya gettin' soft livin' in luxury and ya go and get a metal arm," she shook her head and placed her hands on her hips. A slight pout formed on her lips for a brief moment before the corners twisted upward slightly into a devious smirk. "Well...at least if ya lose your left leg too I can make the joke of ya bein' all right." She said considering only his right limbs would be his own.

Faye grabbed the worn pack at her feet and happily followed him through the casino and toward the elevator, her eyes darting around, taking in whatever she could. It easily could have rivaled the others if not closed to the public. She reached over and lightly pinched his side when he said ugly mug. "Ain't nothin' ugly about your mug. And your charmin' personality? Keep tellin' yourself that." A joke of course. She found him very charming but had to be an asshole to make up for lost time.

It was odd. Now that she was here, she found trying to ask for his help almost difficult. A lump had formed in her throat and anytime she opened her mouth to reply nothing came out. Her brows pinched together in annoyance with herself and took in a deep breath before forcing the words out.

"I need your help," the words came out louder and faster than she would have liked. He had assisted her several times but this was different. This was supposed to be her burden. And she had failed. Failed to avenge her friend after years of playing cat and mouse with Zeke, not even realizing he'd slowly been growing his own little band of raiders.

"It's...with my own mission. The one I've been on since before we met." Faye didn't look at him, embarrassed. Talking about it still wasn't easy but her words became less strained. "I've been huntin' down a man all across the country and any time I think I have him he slips between my fingers. This has been the longest he's ever remained in one place and I think it's because he's created his own band of raiders."

Fate had a funny way of bringing back certain people into Roy’s life, the Mojave was a big place, the world even bigger and yet here Faye was. She had found him. Not that Roy was hiding mind you, but he was definitely living a different life than when she had first met him. 

The fact she had even wanted to look for him, well… that was just like her he supposed but he hadn’t met anyone that would ever look for him and not want to shoot him in the head when they found him. To say that a part of The Courier wasn’t touched well, he’d be a liar if he denied it. 

He wondered how she managed to get onto the strip, wondered if…he laughed “You sly dog, you didn’t pay the caps didya’? You do the ol’ fake passport trick?” It’s exactly what he would have done, exactly what he did do in fact. “You know I should probably let someone know about what but I kinda like the riff raff that little trick lets in.” Roy smiles back at her, it’s a tease of course. The Courier himself was also, in fact— the riff raff coming in and look how that turned out. Ralph was a real cool dude and honestly Roy didn’t want to get him in any trouble anyway. 

“Well you could at least take out a few of em’, they’re just a bunch of buckets and bolts— just don’t tell anyone around here I said that, gotta keep up appearances.” Shaking his head in another laugh before he settles down, in truth while Roy was one to start shit and finish it everywhere he seemed to end up, New Vegas was the last place he caused trouble. Dogs didn’t shit where they eat, so to speak— and neither did he. He waves a hand at the names, he hadn’t paid them much mind beyond a short lived ego trip. 

“Naw, they’re just singin’ about a bunch of bullshit, you kill a couple of the right guys and suddenly you're a hero.” Roy snorts, nose scrunching. “The penthouse is nice though, can give you the grand tour if ya’ want, you’d be the second person to walk in there in over two-hundred years or some shit.” Though at the mention of barely seeing him anymore Roy gets a bit sheepish. 

“Got my revenge,” He taps his head where he was shot before he taps his shiny new gun attached to a holster on his side, Maria— the one he got as a parting gift from Benny. “got more than I bargained for too, but I’ve been busy…well until now. I’ll be honest shits been easy, what with the rust buckets doing their jobs… I got a good thing going working with House,” but— he missed it though, being out there in the wasteland, parts of that life at least; he wants to say but he doesn’t. Instead Roy gives her a hug, while he might not have given them willingly before he thinks she deserved it after coming all this way for him and he was feeling sentimental after all. It’s the kind of hug where he goes to pick her up off her feet, like he’s making up for all the other hugs he hadn’t given. 

It’s nice, Roy had usually been adverse to touch but when he was the one freely giving it, well it was a good change of pace. He tries to be mindful of his left arm, the cold golden metal, the hand he can’t feel a thing from— something new about him. He pulls away; raising his new addiction up since he’d last seen her. 

“Oh fuck— lost this while I’ve been away,” Roy wriggles his golden metal fingers, pulling up his leather jacket so she could get a better look, he moves the digits around as if they’d been his own. “That was a parting gift from someone too…but why don’t you tell me what brought you here, besides my charming personality and ugly mug.” He motions with his non robotic hand to follow up back to the Lucky 38. 

#renoxvated #v. pocketful of bottlecaps [fallout] #|| unacceptable #Faye is super affectionate even with friends #so if he allows it he'll get all the hugs he could want #im also sorry about her

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|| HELLO! I know I'm still kinda getting this blog up and rolling but I'm going to go ahead and throw one of these up. I greatly enjoy drawing/doodling and love doing stuff with other people's muses but unless I know the mun I don't really feel comfortable just drawing their muse without asking first. This will obviously be mutuals only. And with that said, having an active thread is not necessary but I admit that people I thread with/or talk OOC with tend to give me more inspiration.

So by liking/commenting on this, you'll be giving me permission to do the following:

Use your muse for style/coloring practice

Draw things from threads

Drawing ooc/silly things

Random gift art

Possibly reach out for images/refs for drawing purposes

This is mostly for whenever the mood strikes as it can sometimes be fickle but I like having possible ideas to draw. And of course, I'll probably have random posts that pop up asking for volunteers but this will be a permanent one since those can be far and few between.

#gonna reblog this since its been a while #q #sorry for all the ooc stuff

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Faye: It counts because I'm short. Mike: Not like we're even playing the game right anyway.

Quick, silly little art thing for @vendettavalor because they're amazing and Mike and Faye definitely do silly things whenever they're not committing crimes.

#vendettavalor #aurt #I fucking love them

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red dead redemption 1 starters

❝ it’s wanting that gets so many folks in trouble. ❞ ❝ it ain’t no secret i didn’t get these scars falling over in church. ❞ ❝ if you win power, remember why you wanted it. ❞ ❝ you do a man wrong, he’ll shoot you for it. you do a man right…well, he still may shoot you for it. ❞ ❝ trust me. there’s things you’re better off not knowing. ❞ ❝ you remind me a lot of myself. how i used to be. stubborn and angry. ❞ ❝ i hope you will give me some warning if you get the sudden urge to kill me. ❞ ❝ my side wasn’t chosen. my side was given. ❞ ❝ a little sore, but apart from a couple extra scars, it will be as nothing happened. ❞ ❝ i don’t think you’re a bad person. a little stupid perhaps, but not rotten. ❞ ❝ i certainly don’t mind you asking, if you don’t mind me not telling. ❞ ❝ you are being deliberately obscure as a substitute for having a personality. ❞ ❝ so do tell me, have you needlessly risked your life since we last spoke? ❞ ❝ i came into this world fighting. and i’ll go out of it fighting. ❞ ❝ i hear you speak and suddenly i'm reminded of how the people i respected most in my life had a problem with authority. ❞ ❝ you're looking much better. considering you were almost buzzard food a couple days ago. ❞ ❝ power is like a drink. the more you have, the more you want. ❞ ❝ people don’t forget. nothing gets forgiven. ❞ ❝ sometimes in the service of what is right, you got to do terrible things. ❞ ❝ you have quite a story. i really am a little jealous. ❞ ❝ old friends make the worst enemies. ❞ ❝ i had everything, and gave it up in the pursuit of nothing. ❞ ❝ hah. you were always bad at lying. ❞ ❝ i’m not going to stand by and watch good people suffer. ❞ ❝ some trees flourish, others die. some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. ain't nothing fair. you know that. ❞ ❝ if you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging. ❞ ❝ now, if you don't mind, i'd hate to spoil such a beautiful afternoon on such beautiful land with any further unpleasantries. ❞ ❝ i, too, have a family, friend. and so that we may see our families again i suggest we part ways amicably. ❞ ❝ sometimes i tell myself that everything happens for a reason. ❞ ❝ i see the good in everybody. it’s a flaw of mine. ❞ ❝ well, try not to get yourself killed. ❞ ❝ see if you can keep your gun holstered for once. ❞ ❝ i don’t pay much attention to rumors. ❞ ❝ i swear, if it was down to me, i’d never have gone anywhere. ❞ ❝ lock all the doors. whatever happens, don’t come outside. you hear me? whatever happens. ❞ ❝ what would you care? i’m just a nuisance to you anyway. ❞ ❝ i’ve been hearing some things about you. ❞ ❝ i would rather be dead than a cynic like you. ❞ ❝ damn, a little gratitude wouldn’t kill you. ❞ ❝ trust me, i ain’t no hero. ❞ ❝ as it turns out, it's you or me. the way i see it, might as well be you. ❞ ❝ you live in a dream world. it ain’t like they tell it in books. ❞ ❝ i’m asking you to do what i say, before you get yourself killed. ❞ ❝ those who sit on the fence make a choice…in their own way. ❞ ❝ i’d do anything for you, you know that. ❞ ❝ better watch your mouth, my friend. i've cut out a man's tongue for less. ❞ ❝ there's nothing worse than a nobody thinking he's a somebody. ❞ ❝ you got it all wrong. i’ve always loved you, even now. ❞ ❝ what the hell were you thinking, going off on your own? ❞ ❝ first impressions are hard to erase. ❞ ❝ it’s a long story. too long to tell without a drink in my hand. ❞ ❝ i’m not angry. i’m disappointed. ❞ ❝ you know me. i’ll be late to my own funeral. ❞ ❝ that tone of voice ain’t so becoming on you. makes you seem all pent up and angry. ❞ ❝ you think i don’t know who you are. ❞ ❝ why don’t i get a warm and tender embrace? ❞ ❝ what do you want me to say? yippee? ❞ ❝ there’s always a choice. you’re just too blind to see. ❞ ❝ you’re not ready for that yet. one step at a time. ❞ ❝ every time you go off, i worry you’re not coming back. ❞ ❝ it didn’t have to be this way. ❞ ❝ come on now. try to look on the bright side. ❞

❝ after all i taught you…i’m ashamed. ❞ ❝ it’s easy to make promises you can never keep. ❞ ❝ we all make mistakes. i never claimed to be a saint. ❞ ❝ how does it feel to kill hundreds of men in cold blood? ❞ ❝ it ain’t the first time i had a gun to my head. ❞ ❝ you’re not perfect, and i’m sure not. but you’re better than they are. ❞ ❝ you alright? you’re not hurt, are you? ❞ ❝ this really couldn’t have gone more horribly wrong. ❞ ❝ you’re just like me. you can’t change who you are. ❞ ❝ my whole life, all i ever did was fight. ❞ ❝ you’re in no position to make demands. ❞ ❝ the bright side? there ain’t no bright side. ❞ ❝ my heart’s beating like a drum. ❞ ❝ are you sure you’re alright? i mean, i know all that business must have been hard on you. ❞ ❝ you’ll make me blush with all these kind words. ❞ ❝ i never took you for the jealous type. ❞ ❝ come now, you’re stupid, but you’re not that stupid. ❞ ❝ you’re weak. you always were. you never had the stomach for this. ❞ ❝ seems real quiet, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ you were always a hard and nasty man. ❞ ❝ see, i have nothing but your best intentions at heart. ❞ ❝ don’t talk about things you don’t understand. ❞ ❝ i guess there’s only one room for one hero in this family. ❞ ❝ for a wise man, you are a really stupid man. ❞ ❝ what would have happened if i hadn’t come along? ❞ ❝ you must have mistaken me for someone else, friend. ❞ ❝ you ain’t very talkative, are you? ❞ ❝ we cannot be too careful. the world is very dangerous. ❞ ❝ no, i’m not okay. do i look like i’m okay? ❞ ❝ you are so tense all the time. come, let’s have some fun! ❞ ❝ i will stay and fight. i am ready to die if necessary. ❞ ❝ i know i can’t change the past but i’m sure gonna do something about the future. ❞ ❝ i’ve given you no reason not to trust me. ❞ ❝ choose your tone rightly. remember who you’re talking to. ❞ ❝ there are guards everywhere. if they see you, they will kill you. ❞ ❝ it was nothing. i’m not a kid any more.❞ ❝ a lonely, forsaken place. some people say it’s haunted. ❞ ❝ i’m not sure your idea of paradise and mine are the same. ❞ ❝ maybe if you were more cordial to folks, they’d be better inclined to help you. ❞ ❝ i’ve been in far worse situations. ❞ ❝ you have the exterior of a violent man, but the soul of an angel. ❞ ❝ you’re not gonna pass out on me, are you? ❞ ❝ you’re no better. how many men have you killed? ❞ ❝ stay alert. something doesn’t feel right. ❞

❝ i'm going to hand you over to them and watch them tear you limb from limb…i'm just kidding. ❞ ❝ you love to talk badly of other people because it makes you feel better about yourself. ❞ ❝ it’s been a pleasure spending time with you. ❞ ❝ that’s a lot of sacrifice. i just hope it’s worth it. ❞ ❝ i’m not cut out for this. no, not cut out for this at all. ❞ ❝ i don’t need you to show me. ❞ ❝ men are born, and then they're formed. at least, that’s how i see it. ❞ ❝ a little flattery…now we’re finally getting somewhere. ❞ ❝ i thought you were supposed to be fearless. ❞ ❝ you are a man who has lost his spirit. ❞ ❝ if you were less secretive, people might be more inclined to trust you. ❞ ❝ me mean me no harm? this is funny. what harm could you do to me, exactly? ❞ ❝ come on, after everything we’ve been through, i think we can trust each other, don’t you? ❞ ❝ i can’t rightly believe it. just like in the books. ❞ ❝ i didn’t ask for your help back there. i owe you nothing. ❞ ❝ be careful. what’s stopping me from killing you? ❞ ❝ one day, i promise you, you’re gonna regret this. ❞ ❝ you know i’ll do whatever i can, but i have problems of my own. ❞ ❝ what would you know about leadership? ❞ ❝ you make a choice by not making a choice, you know. ❞ ❝ hold your excuses until you figure out which one to use. ❞ ❝ i'll give you a bad case of "someone just shot me in the head" if you don't hurry up. ❞ ❝ being honest though, this tastes bad enough to kill a man. ❞ ❝ do i look like i need saving? ❞ ❝ sarcasm should be beneath a man such as you. ❞ ❝ are you always this stupid or are you making an extra effort today? ❞ ❝ i don’t like to kill a man on his knees, even if he deserves it. ❞ ❝ don't forget you need me more than i need you. ❞ ❝ i’ll hunt you to hell and back. ❞ ❝ you’d best not be lying to me. ❞ ❝ let's get going. before the weather gets any worse. that sky don't look good.. ❞ ❝ thank you for telling me all that back there. it must have been hard for you. ❞ ❝ i know we ain't exactly old pals, but…have i ever done you wrong? ❞ ❝ your nobility's almost as affecting as your naivety. ❞ ❝ you are a romantic who wants to be a cynic. ❞ ❝ i apologize if i seem to be prying. ❞ ❝ strange place for a decent person to visit, if you don't mind me saying. ❞ ❝ well, you must admit…it's an unusual start to a friendship. ❞ ❝ i can’t really say i understand you. ❞ ❝ every man has a right to change, a chance of forgiveness. ❞ ❝ hello, old friend. it’s been a long time. ❞ ❝ i hope you understand now why i've been playing my cards somewhat close to my chest. ❞ ❝ nobody made my path but me. ❞ ❝ it’ll be a piece of cake. trust me. ❞ ❝ oh, don’t be so deliberately enigmatic. ❞ ❝ my word, what a difficult life you’ve lived. ❞ ❝ you have a strange sense of humor. ❞ ❝ stay and fight me, you coward. ❞ ❝ i ain't planning on staying very long. ❞

#starters

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rules: bold which trope you prefer ( or, in some cases, maybe just hate the least ) out of each of the following pairs.

slowburn or love at first sight

fake dating or secret dating

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers

oh no there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence

hurt / comfort or amnesia

fantasy au or modern au

mutual pining or domestic bliss

smut or fluff

canon-compliant or fix-it

reincarnation or character death

one-shot or multi chapters

kid fic or road trip fic

arranged marriage or accidental marriage

college romance or middle aged romance

time travel or isolated together

neighbors or roommates

sci-fi or magic au

angst or crack

apocalyptic or mundane

tagged by: @celestiialnotes

tagging: you!

#dash games

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His wound was patched and a bit of hope was restored. Or maybe it was just spite at this point. Either way, it did its job and got him back on his feet just as the last generator was completed and their last chance to escape was given to them. If lucky, all of them would survive and the Entity left hungry.

"No need to thank me. I'll always be happy to drag ya through hell,” she replied enthusiastically. Faye listened closely for the Trickster’s humming and nodded to herself when nothing came. He was bound to be desperate at this point. No sacrifices had been made yet and he was bound to be punished.

“We best not take any chances with hits until we know if he’s got a hex up,” she said before leaving their temporary hiding place to find one of the oversized exit gates.

. Healing here was unnatural. You became wounded, and then with the barest of medical assistance, you were healed. The Entity wanted you in tip top condition so it could further break you, of course.

He hated that energy flowed, renewed by Faye's seemingly eternal kindness towards him. He appreciated it. In every case where one may wish to give up, she was there.

He didn't quite understand it, but he would accept it- even when he ached and wanted to sleep it all away.

"You have my thanks, however begrudging, culver." He slowly pushed himself up. "We make it out of here, mm? The Entity will not have us today." Unfortunately. He peered out the window, frowning, then turning back to her. Howling carried across the oddly still place, signaling that it was time to escape this particular hell.

"Let's go."

#dimensionalspades #v. lost in the fog [dead by daylight] #she loves grandpa its ok

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They always said revenge was a dish best served cold but if anyone had asked Faye she’d have stated she preferred it scorching hot. The last few years of her life had more or less been dedicated to chasing the coattails of a man she knew as Zeke. When arriving in the Mojave, his trail had grown cold but she knew he was merely lying underground bidding his time. Like a starving animal on the hunt for its prey she persisted, searching high and low for any sign of him. More times than not she found herself going toe to toe with one of the local tribes or fending off a pack of the Mojave’s deadly creatures.

On the bright side, she did cross paths a couple of times with Roy, a fellow traveler of sorts that didn’t openly mind her wild and chaotic ways. They typically only did a job or two together before going their separate ways but they never lacked excitement. He was the only person she considered a friend and was always ecstatic to meet randomly out in the wilds. So when news got to her he was living the easy life in New Vegas she was rather shocked. Although, that did make finding him easy.

Getting into New Vegas had been a nuisance due to the securitrons requesting 2000 caps upon entry. She had enough to spare but she’d be damned if she gave up that much just to enter a city. Thankfully, nothing a fake passport couldn’t help with. Upon entry, she didn’t immediately beeline it to the Lucky 38, instead, she checked out the other sites becoming immersed in the glamour of lights and vices. Dice danced across green lawns earning a chorus of groans and the occasional cheer as cards flipped and flopped on the other tables. It was easy to get lost in the games but she had learned a few tricks in her travels and made sure to stop once she had a nice little profit.

Eventually, she made it to the Lucky 38 and convinced the cowboy robot, Viktor, to fetch her friend. Faye watched him wheel away and began humming as she turned her attention to her Pip-Boy and began scrolling through the files stored on it. She stopped at the most recent piece of information she had collected and read it several times before his voice broke her out of her trance. A wide smile broke across her face as she turned to look at him.

"Well, I can always fix that. Gimme about two minutes and I'll have all them securitrons shootin' at me. Though, I don't imagine I'd last very long," she felt a thrill of excitement course through her veins as she gave him a look over. He still looked good and well rested, though she'd probably say too rested if asked. "The Mojave Legend, Desert Avenger, and Friend of the People. Ya made quite the name for yourself and everywhere I go I just hear'm singin' your praise. Gotta admit though, it surprised me when I heard ya livin' up in the Lucky 38 penthouse now. Explains why I haven't seen your sorry ass in a while."

Faye crossed her arms, feigning disappointment only for a moment. The corners of her lips only turned down for a fraction of a second before skyrocketing into her cheeks once again. "Well come on!" Her arms flew open, offering a hug in proper greeting. It'd be the first time she greeted him with one instead of trying to steal one when it was time to part ways.

Tick, tick, tick, tick—?! Roy clasped warm flesh against the cool metal of the clock beside him, slamming it against the wooden table. Rex doesn't tense up, used to The Courier's outbursts. Roy however was getting as restless as the Mojave itself. Like wind carrying the sand across the landscape, he just wanted to be free. Things would get like this sometimes, he would get like this sometimes, more often than he used to once the illusion of the glitz and glamor of the penthouse in the Lucky 38 wore off. After all, Roy was a roaming dog for the better part of his life and being little more than a kept guard dog now, well it sometimes ate away at his bones. Roy leans up from the couch he'd been lounging around restlessly on, Rex perking up from the floor finally. ❝Eh, easy boy ain't nothin' to get excited over, shits boooooringgggggg.�� He huffs, Rex lets out a gruff before laying his head back down. Roy supposed his lack of much to do on the strip these days had been because of the securitrons, they accounted for most of the work needing to be done, unless House said otherwise and...that was fine with Roy. Right? When everything was going to hell in a handbasket around him, he wasn't very thrilled to be dragged into the Mojave's problems or the machinations of the powers that be on the strip...but now, his trigger finger twitches at the thought of something like back then. Knock, knock, knock, knock—?! ❝For fucks sake just open the door.❞ Roy barks, Rex sits up, sentinel as ever, a small deep huff escaping his muzzle. ❝Why I beg your pardon friend, you have a visitor. Says she knows you and now I didn't want some stranger rootin' around if you didn't know them pardner.❞ Viktor wheels himself into the penthouse room, cowboy face on the screen glowing. Roy used to find him unsettling, used to find most of the Robots unsettling, now he's just grown accustomed to them.

❝Says ya'll been in a couple of shootouts together like a couple of Texas Red's, that you'd know who she was. You got any clue on that friend, or should I round up the posse and get the big boss man?❞ Roy quirks up an eyebrow, furrowing them right after before a wild grin starts to splay it's way onto his face. Roy got in a lot of shootouts with folks, to be fair but...if it was who he thought it was, well then...❝Naw, Vic, I'll handle it. Keep Rex busy for a bit though, would ya'? I'll be back.❞

Roy rolls his shoulders, hopping up from the couch, his back felt stiff and it cracks when he gets up, heading towards the doorway. Rex gives a bark as he exits the room and heads to the elevator to go downstairs. It doesn't take him long to pass through the Casino and to the front.When his eyes set their sights on the women before him, he lets out a toothy grin before shaking his head.

❝Now if I didn't know any better I'd say this was the first time I was seein' ya' without the gunfire over our sorry asses.❞

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#renoxvated #v. pocketful of bottlecaps [fallout] #*rubs hands together* #i am ready for the chaos

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Her interest in them continued to grow as they mentioned bashing in a few heads. As morbid as it was, she would have liked to see them use their shovel as a weapon considering they were sightless. But, she also didn’t want to be the one on the receiving end.

“Well, at least ya can use it to dispose of the body if and when ya do have to bash a few heads in. Won’t get any judgement from me,” she assured before quieting to hear what else they had to say about themselves.

“Damn. Can’t tell if that’s a blessin’ or curse. Probably a bit of both. Gotta get lonely to some degree but then again, it’s like ya said: could be one of a kind. The rarest things are always the most valuable.” She offered, her own smile widening. “Brings me to my next question. Do ya know where ya come from or did ya just kind of pop into existence?”

"The tentacles help." Being a worm-like entity, Trench was particularly sensitive to vibrations running through the ground. While it was not as easy picking up on those. "The shovel is for digging too. Oh, and bashing heads in if I need to. I'd rather not do the latter but sometimes a worms gotta do what a worms gotta do."

This human seemed to have a lotta questions. Not the first of her kind, and certainly wouldn't be the last. And Trench considered themself a gracious being - so yes they would entertain such questions. Certainly it wasn't just because they simply like talking about themself.

"That...I cannot answer that for sure. If there is more of my kind, they must live on another landmass altogether," Trench answered. "I haven't come across another like me... only so many humans and other entities..."

"Guess you could say I could be one of a kind, eh?" The grin they gave Faye did not entirely match their tone.

#tentacletrench #v. bump in the night [supernatural hunter] #sorry shes so nosey

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Faye nodded, listening to them and working on ideas that would keep Morgan from having to use that ability as much as possible. If lucky, they may even be able to avoid it altogether. That would be ideal considering they had no real reason to assist her with this investigation. If other hunters did arrive there was still a possibility they wouldn't even come to their business and start any trouble.

"I won't have ya kill anyone unless it's in self-defense but I don't imagine that's gonna happen just visitin' the morgue," she smiled slightly. "I don't think I can thank ya enough for agreein'. When would you be free to go?" She inquired. The morgue was likely to be closing soon and earlier had learned the workers rarely stayed late if it could be helped. There was a rumor or something that the building was haunted but with how old the building was she chopped it up to weird noises and events that often came with an old buildings.

"I only avoid my death inducement power, killing people, not my thing." Morgan comments with a light shrug of their shoulders as they place their hands into the pocket of their jeans. It's not pleasent to use, as it tends to make it feel like they're sapping the life out of someone to give to themself - which is a horrible thought to think about, so Morgan avoids using their Death Inducment specfically.

Morgan listens as Faye speaks, thoughts and infomation pulling into their mind as she asks her question. "I know of a few, but probably can't be certian unless I see the wounds." As gruelling as it may sound to others, but Morgan is a visuial person so seeing what it looks like would be better for them to idenfity or at least narrow things down for whatever was out there hurting innocents. "They do say a second pair of eyes is a good thing. I can certainly do that and come with you to see if you may have."

#liveshaunted #v. bump in the night [supernatural hunter] #|| No need to be sorry! #take as long as you need!

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"Well, ya have a point with the cats. I've seen them chase bears up trees," she giggled. Even feral kittens could be intimidating when they started hissing and spitting after fluffing up. She wasn't stupid enough to try and pick one up without carefully planning as their claws were still sharp and their bites painful. Perhaps Karlach was right in that sense. If she got the right tips and techniques from the fiery Tiefling then she'd have a better chance of having an intimidating presence. Her thoughts were instantly interrupted when she cut her finger with the honed knife, blood welling up from the cut. Faye moved to help but once again had to stop herself before her fingers could touch the barbarian. The heat rolling off her in frequent waves was a reminder enough that she was cursed.

"Hells, I don't think I'm ever gonna remember not to touch ya," she groaned, hands dropping. Once more a pang of sorrow struck her heart. Perhaps asking about her scars hadn't been the smartest idea. Her red body was a canvas marred with untold horrors and nightmares that might break a weaker soul. It'd be hard to imagine any of the ones she received in Avernus would have a funny story. Regret seeped into her now but she didn't drop her eyes, never wanting to leave Karlach alone in any way.

There weren't enough words to describe her adoration and budding love for her companion. So when Karlach so easily and quickly shifted the focus back to her she found it hard to even fake a smile. Faye remained silent for a moment, making silent promises to do everything in her power to help Karlach find a way to cool the engine in her chest and return to as normal life as possible. Of course, she wanted to help the others in the group with their problems but no one deserved a fucking break more than Karlach — at least, in her opinion.

"Afraid I'm here to disappoint ya now," she replied, a smile came a bit easier now. "No siblin's and both my parents passed when I was still a kid." Faye shrugged, having accepted their deaths long ago. However, when it came to friends, Bayn was her closest friend who was still missing but there was also Varyk whose murder she'd been framed for. Did she want to mention that? No, not yet. "I've got one friend I was with before I was taken aboard the Nautiloid but I don't know where to even begin lookin' for him. We were in the Mountain Pass when I was taken and I can only hope we'll cross paths with him sometime durin' our travel. And no lover...at least nothin' serious. Did you have anyone before?"

Karlach allowed her sharp claws to drag into the dirt, feeling it against her fingers. It was such a coarse yet soft feeling all at once, something she wanted to remember. Too long, too long since she had been on the surface and she drank in every detail she could. A part of her wanted to grab some flowers, to smell them, but they would turn to ash in her hands. It was a bittersweet though, to be so close and yet so far. But the wood could handle fire, so certain spots had already started to darken around her fingers as she flicked the blade over it.

"Hey, even the smaller person can intimidate! Have you seen some of the gnomes around? Some of them are scary as hell. And Cats! Oh, they are good at it," Karlach grinned at Faye, trying to forget about her desire to touch, to hold, to be close. It didn't matter if it was a romantic pull or just platonic attention; she missed touch. She was tired of the tearing and claws, ripping and shredding. Her heart yearned for tender soft and loving. A little breath left her lips as she flicked the blade several more times over the wood a little too fast and hissed slightly when it cut against her finger. The droplets of black sticky blood slipped from her hand as she shook it slightly. "Bah, never been good at whittling," she mused as she set it down and rested her arms up against her knees.

"Oh no! But hey, give the little ones a winning chance," Karlach mused playfully and then paused for a moment. She glanced down at the scars, the most noticeable ones of the hellfire that burned over her shoulders and her back. Claw marks on her abdomen, cuts and gasps over both arms, not to mention all the ones over her back that she couldn't even name now. "I don't... know," Karlach quieted for a moment, not even remembering what half of the scars on her body came from. Most fights in the hells, that's what they were primarily about, none of them carried happy memories.

"Ah, don't worry about it, red," Karlach grinned, pushing the troubling thoughts that she couldn't even remember any childhood stories of scars she might have had... all she had was the forty years in the hells, which was equivalent of ten years on this material plane. "My scars aren't anything special, they're just scars. I wanna know more about you," She had a content grin as if she was just a bystander in the most amazing story of her life. She lowered one arm behind her, keeping the other propped on her knee. "Do you have family and friends? maybe a lover waiting for you at home?"

#ferinehuntress #v. by the hells [baldur's gate 3]

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|| Slight update to her look.

#basically just changed her hair style #since those i asked still preferred her hair red #and same eye color #thinking of using Adria Arjona as her fc again too #aurt

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It almost seemed too easy and flawless of a job. She'd come out nearly unscathed and she couldn't help but wonder if they hadn't maybe allowed this. Of course, they had thoroughly planned this and carefully drawn the majority of the enemy's forces away from the building but still. It didn't sit well with her. Faye glanced over her shoulder one last time spying a young couple looking through the window of a bakery, pointing at various baked goods. Besides them, she didn't see anyone else.

"Well, I have a few ways to warm up those cold fingers," she replied, pausing when she arrived at the vehicle and one of the men opened the back door for her. A wave of warm air welcomed her in as she slid to the middle seat. "Hot damn, baby. They already knew to have the car heated for ya."

Faye then glanced out the window as both trusted members climbed into the front seats and drove off to the next rendezvous location. Her eyes turned to the passenger window, watching buildings and the occasional person whiz by. "We're goin' to the next spot to get ya."

. Ah, the ease at the end of a battle. In the thick of it, entertainment had to be put on hold, comms sharp and quick and humorless (mostly). But now, as the last of Bursetti's goons decided to escape with their lives, it was... somewhat safer.

"On my way," she replied, beginning the tedious process of breaking Gréine down. It was a signal to her system that the mission was over, she could slow down and breathe. The methodical twists and clicks and pops of the rifle coming apart settled her nerves.

"I'll be fine. Tell them to get the car warmed up, my fingers are half frozen." She closed the case, finally, slinging it carefully over her shoulder as she began to trek down the hill, away from the building. On seeing the car and her people, she quickened her pace. She offered little to denote their success, merely stepping into the vehicle and sitting in the back seat with a sigh as they drove off. "God, we should've picked a warmer day for this shit," she mumbled, rubbing her hands together.

#dimensionalspades #v. main

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Payback is a bad bitch And baby, I'm the 

                   baddest

#smile like a loaded gun ✘ musings

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❣

send me ❣ for 3 pros & 3 cons of dating my muse!

Pros:

Body runs naturally warm so during cooler months she’s like a mini heater.

Nonjudgmental. If your muse has something going on be it a disability of some sort or can’t do something most people can or even did something in their past that haunts them she won’t make a fuss out of it. She’ll try and figure out the best way to support your muse.

Very, very affectionate. Your muse will never feel unloved. And she typically tries to satisfy their needs before her own.

Cons:

Will put her cold hands on your bare skin under your shirt or on your neck. If sharing a bed she’ll put her cold feet on you too.

Extremely reckless and almost self destructive be it with her vices or just running into a fight without a plan.

If your muse isn’t big on physical contact she can be insufferable at times. But she can be satisfied with just holding pinkies.

#oakthcrn #thank you so much for sending this in!! #hc tag tbd #dash games

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❣

send me ❣ for 3 pros & 3 cons of dating my muse!

Pros:

Listens and observes her partner very well so that she can find items or things they may want/like to give as random gifts

Will risk everything to keep you safe and sacrifice her own reputation/life to stand up for you.

Adaptable. Want to live a more debauchery lifestyle with booze, drugs, alcohol? She’s down. Want to live a clean/moral life? It’ll take some work but she’ll do her best for you.

Cons:

Doesn’t like silence so if she doesn’t have a way to listen to music she tries filling the void with noise by whistling, singing, humming, or tapping on something.

Short and easy to lose in a crowd.

Will ask “do you still love me?” randomly even if in very long relationships.

#dash games #hc tag tbd #thank you for sending this in <3 #sovereigntism

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send me ❣ for 3 pros & 3 cons of dating my muse!

Pros:

Will come to love you unconditionally.

Rarely ever a dull moment with her around.

Loves to cook and is excellent at it so there’s always a good meal and full belly to look forward to.

Cons:

Prone to causing trouble. Usually she runs her mouth at the wrong time or doesn’t know when to back down.

Can and will hold a grudge like no one’s business and will get her justice at some point in time. Could be soon could be later. Could be a childish prank or could be something she thinks fits the crime.

Can sometimes be flighty at the beginning of a relationship if things seem to be going too well and she believes her partner is out of her league. May disappear for a few days to try and assure herself everything is okay.

#dash games #hc tag tbd #thank you anon!