๐๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ โสแดแดส, ษขแดแด ษชแด. ๊ฐสแดษดแดษชษดษข แดษดแด แดแดแดแดษชแด๊ฑ แดษดแด ๊ฑแดแด๊ฐ๊ฐ. สษชษขสแด.โ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐พ๐ท๐ท๐ฎ๐ต ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ด๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ;
@kickinthehead.bsky.social
" ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป'๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต a ๐ค๐ข๐๐ค ๐๐ฃ the ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ~ " | fallout verse | 18+ MDNI | written by ๐๐๐๐
แ " can't blame you there . ncr war "meetings" sounded much the same , if not longer than six . just be sure to knock on wood . you may just end up buried in a graveyard with all your things gone with a bullet sized hole in your skull ." แ
" believe me, I wouldn't mind. a concussion is the best excuse I can come up with. I don't want to go into the war room right now. " she ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐, like it's her last breath. " I was six hours there, just yesterday. "
แ " careful what you wish for . fate may take you up on that offer and refuse the whisky . " แ
" I need whisky. " ... " and a concussion. "
โ โ โ NOBODYโS DICK โ โ โ IS THAT LONG, โ โ โ NOT EVEN LONG โ โ โ DICK JOHNSON !
โ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐จ๐ช๐๐๐๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐโฆ โฆ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฉ ๐ข๐๐๐ฃ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค. โ โ experienced (albeit rusty) 21+ muse; 18+ themes likely โ descriptive + semi-lit โ ships w/ chem, no nsfw [presented by lucky] [ #falloutrp , #rp , #roleplay , #ocrp , #postapocalypticrp , #mvrp , #falloutoc ]
แ humming "blue moon" whilst popping heads of leigon scouts . แ
โ โ โ THUMBS DOWN, โ โ โ YOU SON OF A โ โ โ BITCH โโโโ !
แ แ " yeah . i do ." the dark sky had just begun to turn a brighter blue at the horizon . she'd be on the road again by the time dawn had passed . she knows she's capable of walking any road alone , now . but the company of another never overstayed it's time . " you should +
>> into him at this point. This is something he can never completely undo. Ulysses' gaze turns towards the water tower, then to her. "Unless, courier, you have a better idea."
โ โ โ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ โโ .แ โ โ ๊ฑ
#falloutrp | #ocrp | #MVRP "๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ... ๐๐ด ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ..." ๐ & ๐
แ her eyes roll in good spirit . she could say the most basic , mindless , easiest string of words that came to her โ; mind and he'd repeat them as if he wanted the wastes to remember him as the modern day socrates . moments like these made her thankful the bullet to her +
"dead place, true enough. tunnelers won't kill themselves, though." maybe he's just delaying the inevitable by fending them off. they'll be in the mojave, sooner or later. a beard covers up a good deal of the scars that still line his face. >> bsky.app/profile/kick...
โ โ โ AM I MAKING YOU โ โ โ FEEL SICK โโโ ?
แ " you'd break that habit essier if you didn't spend most of your time down there ." it's dry , hot , and thicker than down in the cracks within the earth . but in comparison , sweet โ; certianly one way she'd describe it . " see ? that should make overlookin' this +
"old habits," he grumbles. all the same -- ulysses obliges. the mask comes off. the courier takes a deep, deep breath. air tastes sweeter, somehow. bsky.app/profile/kick...
" If we share history, then before going forward, I want to know the past." couriersblues.carrd.co
It's A Federal Offense To Mess With The Mailman
Courier six: a fallout muse
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แ @oldworldflag.bsky.social " you can take the mask off , you know . the rads don't reach this far . " แ
โ It can happen again. It will keep happening. If war doesn't change, men must change, and so must their ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. [ temporary pin ]
แ แ ~โ ; โ ๐n ๐he โ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐he โ ๐ท๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐บโ โ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต โ ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ตโโโใ แ [ courier six โ ๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ ] แ ava '๐' gray แ แ