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Jeez I haven't been on this blog in forever. Probably gonna delete it, though. 

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[[ I'm really sorry about the sudden drop of activity once more. Life is just depressing right now and I was going to reblog my original post on my other account, but I just started venting and it got really long and pathetic. So I'm making a separate post on here to say activity is really going to be low. I just can't. With all this stuff happening suddenly, my inspiration has dropped, my headaches have returned and I've cried every day for the past week.

I'm so sorry. I'll try to do replies, I promise. 

I'm so sorry. ]]

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Hello lovelies!! It has come to my attention that I have recently hit my 101 follower milestone!!! Because of this I figure it is reason enough to host a giveaway!

What you can win: A brand-new, never worn, medium-sized skull shirt! It’s from Homestuck and worn by Jake English, but I figure it is a neat enough thing to wear whenever. Along with that I will be sending all sorts of other goodies I can find!

Rules: - You must be following me! This is a giveaway for all my lovely followers after all! - DO NOT FOLLOW ME BECAUSE OF THIS GIVEAWAY. I can not stress this enough. If you are a roleplayer who would like to interact with me/my character you are welcome to follow me and enter! - One reblog and one like only!

Contest ends July 10th! Good luck!

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Favorite M!A's (even more!)

Afraid of Your Own Shadow: Muse is unnaturally skittish and afraid of everything around them for 24 hours. Age: Muse will be a Kid for 10 Hours Alone: Your character believes they are abandoned and left for dead. If someone is in the room with them, they are heard in an echo.

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     "Uh." Really, the woman's at a loss of words. What did you tell a Ghoul who just found out you used to be a slaver? 'Don't worry! I don't enslave people much anymore now that I've got m'self a son!' Yeah, she didn't think so. A hand is rubbing at the back of her neck, brows pushing together. But then something comes to her mind. Something the woman needed direly and hadn't been able to find for a while. Almost as if someone was scooping them all up.

     "Ya' wouldn't happen to have a toy car, would ya'?

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     The mask-clad woman was worried about payment? That sure earned a laugh from Strider. A wave of her hand is made once that bought of laughter calms down into a smirk. "Nah, I don't need nothin'. Here, ya' can have some more if ya' want. Got a whole pack of them." With those words, the ex-slaver is tilting the hole in the bag of straws towards the other.

     Whether or not she takes more straws, Strider's gonna set them down and offer to this woman a hand as a way of saying 'hello'. A grin is lighting her face and really, the lady's feeling pretty friendly tonight. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the alcohol she's getting into her system. Or maybe it's from being around her tyke so long. Whatever the case, that grin upon her visage is only widening before lips part. "Name's Strider. Nice t' meet ya'."

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   Billie’s eyes crossed the counter and settled onto the stranger. Had their voice been directed at her? Must have been. Who else had trouble drinking from their glass? The woman rummaged through her pack as a small satisfied expression lingered over her visage. It made the masked one shift uncomfortably over her seat and yet grin in anticipation. 

    Not much time passed before a thin, plastic tube was offered. It had been a long while since she last laid her orbs on anything similar. “That’s-that’s perfect.” A shaky, excited hand gently pulled the straw from the other’s digits. “Are you sure I can have one? I don’t know what to offer in return. I have caps but…thank you so much.”

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     A quirk of the woman's brow is accompanied by an innocent tilt of her head. "Was just lookin' 'round. Heard there's a medic runnin' 'round here. Lookin' to buy some medical supplies for a brat with a cold."

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“G-Good evening! Ho-How can I h-h-help you?” Miela questioned, smiling nervously.

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[ All you guys art so beautifully. ; u ; I wish I could art again. ]

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"You got three dogs barking on the radio? How the hell long was I out?" At the mention of Herb, Argyle's face lit up, but as soon as she said 'Tenpenny' his shoulders slumped. "Yeah, I know Tenpenny alright. I can't believe Herb would take up with those snobs." But shit, the more he heard the more it sounded like Herb had just forgotten about him, except for this damn radio show. And if he was at Tenpenny's? What the hell. Nothing made sense. "Thanks," Argyle sighed. "Appreciate it."

     What? A confused look is in her blue hues and it only intensified when the Ghoul’s face lit up and then darkened upon the mention of Tenpenny. The sigh that left the other caused Strider to frown. “Who are you? Why are ya’ so interested in Dashwood?”

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Argyle blinked. "Why's everyone talking about this radio thing? What's a GNR?" He stuck his hand out, suddenly mindful of his disheveled bare-footed appearance. "Yeah, Herb Dashwood's the guy I'm looking for. I guess he's famous, I don't know. You seen him?"

     ”Ya’ don’t know what GNR is? It’s a radio station hosted by Three Dog. They play a skit of Herbert “Daring” Dashwood and his manservant Argyle taken on some Super Mutants and slavers and shit.” Herbert, Herbert, Herbert. The name was familiar, and not just because of that little skit that played on GNR. Where had she heard about him? Ah - wait. That’s right! Dad said someone named Herbert was at Tenpenny Tower when he had went to scoop out the place and confirm Susan Lancaster was there. “Nah, I haven’t seen him. If yer’ lookin’ for him, though, m’ old man said there’s a guy named Herbert Dashwood at Tenpenny Tower.” Brows push together, lips pursing. “They - uh. They’re not so kind to Ghouls, if ya’ know what I mean.”

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"Hey, you seem like a girl who knows her way around the Wastes. You ever hear of a Herb Dashwood?"

     ”You bet’cha I know my way. Like the back o’ m’ hand.” A brow quirks at the ghoul’s question. “Herb Dashwood?” As in Herbert Daring Dashwood? Who hasn’t? “Sure I’ve heard o’ him. Anyone who listens to GNR has. What ‘bout him?”

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Write a Headcanon about my character

If it’s good, it will become official.

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Fuck, kill or marry

This or that

Personal questions

Creepy anons

Random questions

Advice

Love/hate

Anonymous secrets

Anything you want!

Blow up my inbox.

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[ Up. Gonna clean up some. Then make an open starter and get to these five replies I owe. If you'd like to role play, let me know. c: I'm eager to role play with you all. But I'm too damned shy to ask. Uhhhh. That's it, I think. I'll probably do another edit once I'm done with replies. Yeah. Okay. Have a good day. ]

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