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I have officially moved this boy over to my multimuse!

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synthmama:

“MacCready.”

There’s a softness in the way she says his name, but the undercurrent in those words feels more like a riptide. Her hands steeple before her, fingers pressing against her mouth as she eyes him, now. Don’t bring kids into this, he says, as if none of this, none of what she’s done has BEEN for a child. Her child.

Not that it matters. He is gone. He is alive. The memories are corrupted, and the opportunities already lost.

“Because you’re questioning ME, Robert. Do you think I did this impulsively? That I didn’t think this through, like I have everything else?” She leans against the counter now, cutting into his view, tearing it away from his drink. He will smile,  try and curb the sudden sharpness of this confrontation, and Quinn will not allow it.

“For such a sharpshooter, you really can’t see what’s right in front of you, can you?”

“Fuck yes I think this is impulsive move--” he laughs out over the edge of his bottle. “I’m the goddamn King of impulsiveness.” Robert replies with a growl in his throat.

(he may act like a half drunkard, but he isn’t dumb as he acts either)

He laughs and scrubs war torn hands over his face. “You’re too close to all of this Quinn, and I know what that’s like... you make decisions that aren’t half as good as you think they are. And you don’t know how bad or heavy they are right now, but you’re gonna carry that with you for a long time coming.” he breathes.

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I’m attracted to men who scare me.

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When in doubt, whiskey.

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Touch what is mine and I won’t even try to make your death look like an accident (◕‿◕✿)

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synthmama:

He drinks, he pours, and he drinks again. Perhaps it’s natural, here, but all Quinn can think is that MacCready’s pushing himself into a stupor in order to tolerate the conversation at hand. There is no trace of hurt or realization in this; only a cool indifference. Apathy punctuated with curved brows and a sharp stare. He drinks, and she watches him coolly. He doesn’t approve. Doesn’t like what the Institute’s done. 

They’ve been causing harm, she agrees. But I can change that. I am better.

“They possess technology that jumps leaps and bounds what humanity has now, Robert. Imagine what we could do if we had the medical advancements to treat not just your son, but countless other children? That can be a reality.”

She shouldn’t be bargaining. She should keep her mouth shut and her ambitions locked away; hidden in the shadow and safety of the dark where no one can sabotage it. But personal sentiment is a disgusting thing, and it leaves her ill at ease. It’s why her next words are laced with an acerbic touch.

“You should know me well enough by now to not even question my concern for the Commonwealth.”

“Don’t--” he is a snarling vision of the man he really is, “Don’t bring kids into this.” he settles on, hackles already lowering and he grabs another beer from the cool beside them, using the edge of the table to help pop the lid off.

(he can’t say no when kids are brought up, a damn soft spot he can’t seem to hide no matter how many layers of armor he shoves over it)

He shrugs a little then, “How can I not question it?” he intones, a little sullen and dejected. “The Institution has had it’s boot on the place for so long, and just removing that fear of them? Do you know how many settlements are gonna be overrun by bandits and raiders?” he asked, chest heavy just thinking about it.

“What ever you decide on... just, and as much as it pains me to say this--” he’s trying to lighten the mood now, smiling as he takes another drink. “Take a page from Preston’s book, alright? Stay good.... or some semblance of good.” he offers.

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tincturedwords:

infractxs:

     do you ever see someone who is just so fucking good at roleplaying & amazing but you’re scared to approach them even though they probably would love to rp with you but you just can’t muster up enough strength to talk to them so you just sit there looking at their blog like

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Gentle Pain Starters

kingxfthejungle:

“Hey, I need you to open your eyes. Can you do that for me?” “Hey, I need you to sit up. Can you do that for me?” “Hey, I need you to lay down. Can you do that for me?” “Shh, rest, you will wake up just fine.” “Be gentle on yourself, you’re doing the best you can.” “Lay back. I’ll patch this up in no time.” “You are so strong, just try and stay with me alright?” “I will be fine, just focus on yourself.” “Don’t be scared, it’s all okay.” “Oh my-…it’s fine, just don’t look at it.” “Y-Yeah…it might leave a mark.” ”Shhh, you’re fine.” ”You can’t walk. Up you go.” “You’ll have to bite the bullet.” “It’s almost over.” “Just a little more…done!” “It’s all over, you can open your eyes.” “I know it hurts.” “Stay strong.” “It won’t take long to fix.” “This will take a while to fix…” “I’m gonna try and heal you as best I can.”

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deathless ♚ sentence meme

indiemitchell :

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

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stevetogers:

I’d really like to be taken out tbh. in a date way or a sniper way I have no preference

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fictional kiss things that end me

andrastesass:

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

pressing their foreheads together while kissing

speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse

guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

running their thumb over the other’s lips

when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly

their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them

accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart

when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

then licks their lips and says “please”

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“You can’t murder people just for being ignorant and obnoxious.”

“Maybe you can’t.”

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IF YOU WANNA BE MY LOVER

are u sure? like are u really sure? have u seen me? u did not think this through

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send one for a kind gesture;

♖ comforting after a nightmare ♘ kiss on the forehead ♣ wiping away tears ♝ holding hands ♡ hugging ♦ picking up your character ♤ bathing your character ♠ my muse taking care of your muse when their sick ♛ shoulder rubs ☮ stroking/ruffling hair ▽ patting/rubbing their back ☽ dressing your character ☺ my muse helping your muse fall asleep ❮ my muse comforting your muse as they grieve ♋  my muse fixing your muse something to eat ✍ my muse  teaching your muse ∞ my muse reading to your muse  ♒ my muse giving yours a message

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deathclawjunkie:

                              “You ARE allowed to call them assholes, you know,” brows raise as the glowing bottle Quantum is lifted to her face, “It’s not like they can hear you… I don’t care,” a breathy laugh, politeness in this regard is hard to come by,

                               “Georgia,” she replies, offering a wide smile on rose lips before placing the bottle back down and taking the hand on offer, “what’d they even want?”

Robert laughs a little, “I uh... got a deal with someone” he begins to explain with a proud little smile, “I’m not allowed to swear too often” he hums laxly, waving his hand. “Those two men are Winlock and Barnes, apart of the Gunners” he huffs in annoyance, “and a personal thorn in my side” he laughs roughly. “They’re just acting tough, probably won’t do anything too awful” 

(he says it like it’s a hope more than anything else)

“It’s real nice to meet you Georgia” he adds, tipping his hat a little jokingly, “But if you’re looking for a friend or a drinking buddy, I ain’t him--“ h  pauses a moment, “But hey, if you’re looking for a hired gun, I’m here.” he adds, taking a drink of his beer.