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Reblog this if your muse likes kids.

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i come back to like, five new followers??

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( NXRESTFXRTHEWICKED )

Had Randy asked that question, Warin might have said ‘yes’ or at the very least ‘I don’t know’. He had really no idea how to be a parent, and the fear of fucking-up was ever present. Strangely, at the woman’s question he felt.. possessive of the child in his arms; his precious Lily.

          ❝ It’s alright. I’ve got her— Lily? She’s barely a year old. ❞ Sometimes it felt as though she were older, or just born. He could still remember vividly that day, and all the emotions, pain, and .. Ren’s face; how happy he was.

          ❝ He’s harmless, ❞ (lie), ❝ He’s not going to hurt anyone in Sanctuary Hills unless they hurt him. He’s a way better man than people think he is. ❞ All they heard was the word ‘raider’ and practically lost it.

          ❝ You seem familiar with children… do you have any? ❞

       The incoherent babbles of the young blonde girl in Warin’s arms brought back memories, Esperanza eyed the child for a moment---gaze soft, ache dull yet very much there. They hurt, they hurt, they hurt. She shook that though & feeling from her head---not something she should concentrate at the moment. A small mumble of ‘dada’ re-caught her attention; the small girl was looking over her parent’s shoulder, down the path the raider last took. 

Raider...

       “Children?” The ache slowly seeped its way back into her heart and a lump slowly began to form at the base of her throat; how could she even reply to that? Did it show? Was she really that predictable? Put her in the same room as children, immediately she became a somber mess, with arms out--- she just wants to hold the child! Please. She misses it.

     Her brows knitted. “I’m a mother, yes..” Though it were true, those words felt foreign to her tongue. 

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apologize for the lack of replies here, i’m still working on those starters, i swear, if y’all need me, i’m up at @lepuscor

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Emeraude Toubia by Nathaniel Wood

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Ask my Muse questions about their love life! Put a " <3 " In front of your question and they HAVE to answer!

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@steelsworn ♥’d for a starter.

       The filling took a while to get just right, especially with ingredients that were hard to come by. The fruit was infused with radiation and often she wondered if that was... good or not. Nuka Cola could do it, why couldn’t most of nature’s produce be exactly the same? 

Who was she kidding?

       Nevertheless, she now carefully held a warm pie in her hands, flour decorated her cheek, right below her eye, completely oblivious of its presence; her face was flushed, spending all day at a hot stove did that to a person. 

But she was thankful, she was oh-so-thankful that she got to make something REAL for once, in such a long while...

       She was standing outside when the realization hit, she was standing in the warm breeze of a lovely afternoon, holding a FULL pie, completed and dressed all done by herself, with no one to share it with. She found herself standing awkwardly against the pavement for a solid few minutes before she faced what she could only hope was a friendly enough face... 

She was still so new, still so shy...

       “Excuse me...” Esperanza still did her best to work up a strong enough voice when she spoke. “I know we barely know each other but would you like a...piece...? I have tea too---coffee, as well. It’s ALRIGHT if you don’t. Doesn’t hurt to ask?”

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@hellxmynameisfxxckyou  ♥’d for a starter.

       “I have medical experience too, you know...” She said, through gritted teeth and a clenched fist; she tried to ignore the scorching pain. It was her way of making light conversation---or maybe she preferred to handle this herself. “But I’ve never taken a fucking bullet out before...” Right in the shoulder---nothing highly serious, hopefully. “Please tell me you have anesthesia... something tells me you don’t.”

Med-X, maybe?

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@ofvault101 ♥’d for a starter.

         “Avi...” Her vision swam---blurred and distorted, immediately when she sat up, the ringing in her ears became clearer, her head fogged up, throbbed painfully. Fuck. Rapid blinks attempted to make sense of her surroundings, all a mess of colors before everything came back to her. There was the ruined asphalt of the road, a burning car---oh that. Of course. Explosion. That makes sense. Her back ached where she landed from the impact, as did the rest of her head. 

So far no other injures, not that she could feel, at least. 

          “¿Avi, dónde estás?” Her words slurred together, but she conjured up every bit of her energy to search for her friend. 

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A fleeting moment of passion came from a quavering hand and chapped lips. He was gone in the morning, straight-laced as can be, to be back in the evening, with his body close to hers. His hands caressed her back with each breathless kiss he gave, creeping lower before placing both hands on his lover's ass. Giving a firm squeeze before he smiled down on her. "Perdóname--pero te quiero nada más excepto tú cuerpo, tú sonrisa, y tú amor." Give me all of you for none of myself.

@delapatria

        Her day was spent with her mind lost in the clouds, hands steady on her own work, fingertips trembling—not good, get it together, you’re stitching up a wound! This time it was her own. Business. Business that did not involve her lover, tasks that she piled on top of her plate for her own sake—and the others. Her lover was gone all morning ( what should she even call him again? Lover? Boyfriend…? ) and she was met with a nice, nasty bite to her left forearm via mole rat. 

       To her SUDDEN surprise, a rough tug forced her back, she was knocked from her thoughts when a pair of lips mashed against hers; she hadn’t even noticed when the needle & thread and the disinfectant. 

        A shot of adrenaline spiked from her heart and swam up every nerve and vein in her body, leaving her singing with electricity; her knees trembled. And though his kisses tasted sickeningly sweet, there was always something odd behind it, something she couldn’t quite guess, something she often pushed to the back of her brain and paid no mind to, till it was eventually nothing more than mere murmurs… 

She was doing it again. 

       Releasing his lips, she inhaled a much needed breath, her hand had been firmly pressed against his cheek—the one that worked on her arm, with fingers still covered in blood, now staining Shara’s face. She heard his words—they didn’t reach her, she watched his face steadily, eyes clouded, lost…

         “¿Y mi amor, todo mi amor?” Gently, the corners of her lips curved to a smile.

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STARTER CALL.

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@nxrestfxrthewicked  ♥’d for a starter.

          “Do you need any help with your baby?” Her attention automatically fell to the infant girl in Warin’s arms; typical it would, but she couldn’t help herself. How shameless she was. “How old is she? Also, you mind telling her daddy to stop scaring the citizens at Sanctuary Hills? Every time he steps foot in, they think he’s going to burn the place down..” There was something about that man... 

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@fatherjudas  ♥’d for a starter.

             “Do you have a recipe?” She gestured to the round bottle in her hand, the taste was dreadful, but immediately she felt the symptoms of illness fade away; her bones no longer ached, her throat felt better and it was easier to swallow, her energy was returning. “I don’t know if you made this yourself or not... have you considered selling these? They’re amazing.”

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@alreadydeadxdarling  ♥’d for a starter.

            “There! The stitches are all done. I don’t do tabs, you’re going to have to pay upfront. So if you think you’re going to skip out on your pay---” She gave the stitched area a FIRM squeeze. “I can always take these back.”

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@lastofthepast ♥’d for a starter. 

            “Excuse me...!” The toy wagon came to a HALT, the passenger---a small boy---let out a gentle whine, to which Esperanza turned back for a split second to assure him the ride hasn’t ended, just been interrupted. “Sorry, uh, I have ‘cargo’ with me and I’m afraid I’m in the way...” By herself, she didn’t take up much of the pavement, but with the wagon she pulled behind her, it was easy to see that room was scarce. Even if one could simply move around.  A faded blush spread across her cheeks when she noted how silly she must’ve looked. 

              “All work and no play---my boy likes to go on little rides like this, I was just headed to find a merchant. It’s refreshing to take time off, wouldn’t you agree?”

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there’s been an influx of female oc’s recently & my heart fuckin SINGS

protip ; dont give up bc ppl seem to flock to male muses much easier. dont give up bc female muses are judged much more harshly. dont give up bc the double standards between them is so disgusting.

write your female chara in spite of all that, bc they are strong and so are you, far more powerful than the hypocritical ‘ i love girls but dont give female ocs the time of day & hold them to different, twisted standards as male ocs ’ sexism tumblr perpetuates. 

dont stop writing bc ppl dont seem to be interested in her (and by extension, you, i know that feeling sucks but i promise it’s not true). write her bc you LOVE her and she deserves to have a platform in which you can express and develop her like she deserves, how YOU deserve as a writer to write strong, wonderful, female characters.

don’t let her & your confidence to write her be suffocated by this community that is infested with phake snakes. 

ur great, she’s great. female ocs are great.