Joanna LaQuinn
@luckygunslinger.bsky.social
“I can nail a cazador between the eyes at fifty yards, but I’m pretty awful at everything else.” (FORP) Penned by @digitalinkblot.bsky.social.) PFP: http://Desperish.tumblr.com
Pinned
“It helps to have no morals around New Vegas. It’s too bad I don’t have that luxury.”
- Legendary gunslinger (In the making)
- New Vegas freelance gun for hire.
- She/her
- PFP: desperish.tumblr.com
- Legendary gunslinger (In the making)
- New Vegas freelance gun for hire.
- She/her
- PFP: desperish.tumblr.com
“When I first settled in to Haven Lake, I slept outside and on the border. Been doing that for fifteen years, hard to break the habit of listening for the twig snap in the dark.”
“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying the quiet, though be aware that silence falls in the forest when a predator is near.”
“Things’ve been quiet, quiet enough that I’m bored. Some would say that’s a good thing, I s’pose.”
January 27, 2025 at 3:09 AM
“When I first settled in to Haven Lake, I slept outside and on the border. Been doing that for fifteen years, hard to break the habit of listening for the twig snap in the dark.”
“Things’ve been quiet, quiet enough that I’m bored. Some would say that’s a good thing, I s’pose.”
January 27, 2025 at 1:48 AM
“Things’ve been quiet, quiet enough that I’m bored. Some would say that’s a good thing, I s’pose.”
“I’ve taken in one bounty out of fifteen alive, so odds are pretty slim.”
"Guess you'll never take me alive, huh?"
“See, a warrant requires a judge, at least in the NCR. I don’t think we got one of those.”
January 20, 2025 at 1:46 AM
“I’ve taken in one bounty out of fifteen alive, so odds are pretty slim.”
“See, a warrant requires a judge, at least in the NCR. I don’t think we got one of those.”
"Damn skippy. Anyway, come back with a warrant."
“It’ll be a good life lesson for ‘im. Never trust anyone with a badge.”
January 20, 2025 at 1:13 AM
“See, a warrant requires a judge, at least in the NCR. I don’t think we got one of those.”
“It’ll be a good life lesson for ‘im. Never trust anyone with a badge.”
"And not for that poor eight-year-old? Timmy hasn't been the same since.... the incident."
“I’ve been known to make exceptions from time to time.”
January 20, 2025 at 1:08 AM
“It’ll be a good life lesson for ‘im. Never trust anyone with a badge.”
“I’ve been known to make exceptions from time to time.”
"I can't believe you'd punch a kid straight in the jaw, christ."
“I mean, one of the settler’s kids made me a badge out of an old tin can once. Wore that for about a week.”
January 20, 2025 at 1:00 AM
“I’ve been known to make exceptions from time to time.”
“I mean, one of the settler’s kids made me a badge out of an old tin can once. Wore that for about a week.”
"Well, now I"m feelin' all kinds of contrarian.
Guess that makes it a win-win for you, though."
Guess that makes it a win-win for you, though."
“Naw, I just know if I demand a gold star, no one will try to give one to me.”
January 20, 2025 at 12:54 AM
“I mean, one of the settler’s kids made me a badge out of an old tin can once. Wore that for about a week.”
“Naw, I just know if I demand a gold star, no one will try to give one to me.”
"Yeesh, you got rich blood."
“It’s gold or nothin’.”
January 20, 2025 at 12:40 AM
“Naw, I just know if I demand a gold star, no one will try to give one to me.”
“It’s gold or nothin’.”
"How about copper?"
“I never really thought I’d be ‘the law’ anywhere ever in my life. Still, if you try to put a tin badge on me I’ll punch you straight in the jaw.”
January 20, 2025 at 12:24 AM
“It’s gold or nothin’.”
“I never really thought I’d be ‘the law’ anywhere ever in my life. Still, if you try to put a tin badge on me I’ll punch you straight in the jaw.”
January 20, 2025 at 12:19 AM
“I never really thought I’d be ‘the law’ anywhere ever in my life. Still, if you try to put a tin badge on me I’ll punch you straight in the jaw.”
// Absolutely stolen.
January 12, 2025 at 10:39 PM
// Absolutely stolen.
“Who’s the new fella?”
December 30, 2024 at 3:42 PM
“Who’s the new fella?”
The night was as cold as death.
Her shifts on watchtower duty always seemed to be icy, but tonight the wind bit through her coat like Deathclaw’s teeth.
Still, the stars kept her company as usual. Her old pal Orion fiddled with his belt, Canis Major kept his watch, and Cassiopeia sat on her throne.
Her shifts on watchtower duty always seemed to be icy, but tonight the wind bit through her coat like Deathclaw’s teeth.
Still, the stars kept her company as usual. Her old pal Orion fiddled with his belt, Canis Major kept his watch, and Cassiopeia sat on her throne.
December 25, 2024 at 1:51 AM
The night was as cold as death.
Her shifts on watchtower duty always seemed to be icy, but tonight the wind bit through her coat like Deathclaw’s teeth.
Still, the stars kept her company as usual. Her old pal Orion fiddled with his belt, Canis Major kept his watch, and Cassiopeia sat on her throne.
Her shifts on watchtower duty always seemed to be icy, but tonight the wind bit through her coat like Deathclaw’s teeth.
Still, the stars kept her company as usual. Her old pal Orion fiddled with his belt, Canis Major kept his watch, and Cassiopeia sat on her throne.
“Show’s over. No encore. Take your bows and draw the curtains.”
December 8, 2024 at 10:54 PM
“Show’s over. No encore. Take your bows and draw the curtains.”
Joanna watched the crow as it went about whatever business crows engage in.
Hop, observe, peck, regard her with too-intelligent eyes, hop, peck, fly away.
It had become a habit of hers, watching the crows that came to visit. They knew to come to her for treats and to stay away from the fields.
Hop, observe, peck, regard her with too-intelligent eyes, hop, peck, fly away.
It had become a habit of hers, watching the crows that came to visit. They knew to come to her for treats and to stay away from the fields.
December 8, 2024 at 4:09 AM
Joanna watched the crow as it went about whatever business crows engage in.
Hop, observe, peck, regard her with too-intelligent eyes, hop, peck, fly away.
It had become a habit of hers, watching the crows that came to visit. They knew to come to her for treats and to stay away from the fields.
Hop, observe, peck, regard her with too-intelligent eyes, hop, peck, fly away.
It had become a habit of hers, watching the crows that came to visit. They knew to come to her for treats and to stay away from the fields.
No one ever told her how much revenge would cost. She never thought much about the price she would pay, only what others would.
The price was not measured in caps, but in time.
Half her life has been spent in an endless chase. Fifteen years she would never get back, bought and paid for with blood.
The price was not measured in caps, but in time.
Half her life has been spent in an endless chase. Fifteen years she would never get back, bought and paid for with blood.
November 25, 2024 at 7:05 PM
No one ever told her how much revenge would cost. She never thought much about the price she would pay, only what others would.
The price was not measured in caps, but in time.
Half her life has been spent in an endless chase. Fifteen years she would never get back, bought and paid for with blood.
The price was not measured in caps, but in time.
Half her life has been spent in an endless chase. Fifteen years she would never get back, bought and paid for with blood.
“I gotta start payin’ more attention. I turn my back and a whole inn gets built.”
November 25, 2024 at 3:18 AM
“I gotta start payin’ more attention. I turn my back and a whole inn gets built.”
Reposted by Joanna LaQuinn
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ NOBODY’S DICK
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ IS THAT LONG,
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ NOT EVEN LONG
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ DICK JOHNSON !
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ IS THAT LONG,
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ NOT EVEN LONG
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ DICK JOHNSON !
November 21, 2024 at 6:15 AM
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ NOBODY’S DICK
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ IS THAT LONG,
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ NOT EVEN LONG
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ DICK JOHNSON !
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ IS THAT LONG,
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ NOT EVEN LONG
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ DICK JOHNSON !
Reposted by Joanna LaQuinn
⠀ ⠀ ⠀THUMBS DOWN,
⠀ ⠀ ⠀YOU SON OF A
⠀ ⠀ ⠀BITCH ———— !
⠀ ⠀ ⠀YOU SON OF A
⠀ ⠀ ⠀BITCH ———— !
November 19, 2024 at 6:54 AM
⠀ ⠀ ⠀THUMBS DOWN,
⠀ ⠀ ⠀YOU SON OF A
⠀ ⠀ ⠀BITCH ———— !
⠀ ⠀ ⠀YOU SON OF A
⠀ ⠀ ⠀BITCH ———— !
Reposted by Joanna LaQuinn
Joanna sat at one of the many picnic tables brought out into the impromptu town square, a deck of cards between her hands being shuffled over and over again.
The gunslinger—hatless and coatless—sat as if she was waiting for something.
Still she shuffled the deck. Once, twice, thrice…
The gunslinger—hatless and coatless—sat as if she was waiting for something.
Still she shuffled the deck. Once, twice, thrice…
November 10, 2024 at 3:13 AM
Joanna sat at one of the many picnic tables brought out into the impromptu town square, a deck of cards between her hands being shuffled over and over again.
The gunslinger—hatless and coatless—sat as if she was waiting for something.
Still she shuffled the deck. Once, twice, thrice…
The gunslinger—hatless and coatless—sat as if she was waiting for something.
Still she shuffled the deck. Once, twice, thrice…
“I’ve been from one end of this fuckin’ desert to the other, kid. I’ve seen…Done some dark things, I s’pose. But no matter how bad things seem to get, the sun still goes up every morning and goes down every night. Shit moves on. Life still happens. We ain’t been wiped out yet.”
November 7, 2024 at 11:58 PM
“I’ve been from one end of this fuckin’ desert to the other, kid. I’ve seen…Done some dark things, I s’pose. But no matter how bad things seem to get, the sun still goes up every morning and goes down every night. Shit moves on. Life still happens. We ain’t been wiped out yet.”
“Anyone seen Eddie?”
November 4, 2024 at 11:26 PM
“Anyone seen Eddie?”
The weeks Joanna had spent in the settlement had turned to months. Folks recognized her now, knew her by name, and settled into the routines neighbors always do.
“Heya, Jo!”
“Morning, Mister Clements.”
And so it goes.
Yet even as the sense of normalcy grew, the discomfort Joanna felt grew —
“Heya, Jo!”
“Morning, Mister Clements.”
And so it goes.
Yet even as the sense of normalcy grew, the discomfort Joanna felt grew —
November 4, 2024 at 1:03 PM
The weeks Joanna had spent in the settlement had turned to months. Folks recognized her now, knew her by name, and settled into the routines neighbors always do.
“Heya, Jo!”
“Morning, Mister Clements.”
And so it goes.
Yet even as the sense of normalcy grew, the discomfort Joanna felt grew —
“Heya, Jo!”
“Morning, Mister Clements.”
And so it goes.
Yet even as the sense of normalcy grew, the discomfort Joanna felt grew —
Folks around Haven Lake had begun to see her as some sort of sheriff—law with big irons dangling off her hips.
She wasn’t, didn’t want to be, and never would be that. She preferred if the citizens here saw her as a protector.
Law was not her profession. Planting bullets in dangerous things was.
She wasn’t, didn’t want to be, and never would be that. She preferred if the citizens here saw her as a protector.
Law was not her profession. Planting bullets in dangerous things was.
November 3, 2024 at 3:00 PM
Folks around Haven Lake had begun to see her as some sort of sheriff—law with big irons dangling off her hips.
She wasn’t, didn’t want to be, and never would be that. She preferred if the citizens here saw her as a protector.
Law was not her profession. Planting bullets in dangerous things was.
She wasn’t, didn’t want to be, and never would be that. She preferred if the citizens here saw her as a protector.
Law was not her profession. Planting bullets in dangerous things was.