Ask and rp blog for z2-47 from fallout 4, lots of bullshit but whatever. Multiverse, multiship, //first fallout rp blog apologizing in advance. Mun is 18// on hiatus
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have not posted here since forever but if u ever lookin for me im over @coursingwater
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IN GENERAL :: Have you ever like, come online one day and notice that an rp blog you were really close to has just disappeared without a trace? That’s happened to me so many times and I get so stressed wondering what happened to them.
#looks thoughfully in the direction of killercourser forever#nevr spoke to them but theyre the ones who inspired me to even make this
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i could never find all these but i have them now and im happy,
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finished hunter/hunted again and felt bad so i
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I wanted to draw Halloween courser stuff but im too tired Halloween gonna have to be this weekend bruh
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Hm
#ooc#new blog for an oc might be in the works#nuka world oc#another fucking synth bc i cant get away from them but#hey at least i tried#might use one of those fcs all the kids use#terrence zdunich in repo bc look at him look aT HIM MY DUDE ITS PERF#still tryna to decide so welp#this is totally not bc i saw him live a few days ago#and nearly died bc i love him
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Just when he needed the railroad the most, they were no where to be found
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"Hurt?" He asks not out of fear but disbelief. "I would hate for that to happen," He lets the floor move him towards his destination a bit before finally walking over to step through the door. Not withour casting a look down at the woman who had offered him this escape. He was sure she was up to something, you cant chalk any action in a park full of raiders up as coincidental kindness.
"You mean the ghoul on the speaker?"
He had only assumed he was a ghoul because of the voice, the ghouls all had this unpleasant raspy voice that made them hard to mistake for real people.
"Whats in this for you? I know you must want something if youre offering your company."
He had more than enough caps to last a lifetime and if it was bloodshed instead she was looking for than he had more than enough time to give her that. He smirks for a quick second, his thoughts and imagination getting the best of him. If he was her target she was in for a shock.
An eyebrow raised on pale features as the blonde rose from the mattress she was seated upon. Tilting her visage to the side ever so gently, eyes darting to the man’s clenched fists, Bubbles took a single step out of her bedroom which instantly resulted in the automatic door slamming shut. Her smile widened, the scars carved on to her cheeks distorting the grin as the Raider simply stood on the rotating floor.
❝ Useless? Keep talkin’ like that and you’re gonna get hurt. And it won’t be pretty. ❞
Bubbles simply watched the oddly dressed man as he attempted to uncode the labyrinth that was the Fun House. A handful of doors that opened to nothing, but one that lead into the next room. It wasn’t the worst trick room in the amusement, but it could easily become disorientating.
Legs working against the grain in which the floor spun, the jesterish female — who was currently wearing Jangles the Moon Monkey pajamas — dropped her grimace and opened a singular red door. It lead to an adjoining hallway, which would send the visitor onward in the maze of traps and ghouls.
❝ All ya’ had to do was ask. Have fun gettin’ past Oswald, he ain’t as nice as me. Unless of course, I come with you. ❞
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I couldnt figure out how to draw Z2 doing a kickflip so here.
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Im just as disappointed as you are dont worry.
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