In War, Charity

My name is Tycho.- A courier, hired hand, and wanderer. I been a lot of places, met some peculiar folk. Ever need a hand with anything, I'll be around. OC/Faceclaim: Dave Bautista

[newhampshit]

united states of america

east coast

west coast

the south

the midwest

[gunsandfireandshit]

Maryland 

[sonia-marmeladova]

Texas

[rabbittiddy]

Who’d wanna live in dumb old Texas anyway?

[takashi0]

[sentry-34]

MD’s too accurate.

[courier9]

AND that we’re our own entity-Guess we’re not East Coast?

[rydccr]

courier9:

Tycho chuckled and knocked back the rest of his drink. “Takes a helluva lowlife t’pull some brahminshit like that; kickin’ a girl while she’s down” He stood and stretched, several bones and joints popping and cracking under his armored vest. Slapping a handful of caps on the bar, he offered his massive hand to the girl “how’s a bout ya take yer bottle an’ I’ll help ya over to th’ medic to get those wounds cleaned up at least?” He asked,feeling genuine concern for the battered stranger.

       "THAT might be the sweetest thing i’ve heard in a while and THAT probably says a lot.“ this WAS the commonwealth after all. and this WAS goodneighbor. LOWLIFE was just about everyone’s middle name here. ( not that she wouldn’t have been just as opportunistic herself at times. )       METAL fingers took the man’s offered hand, grinning at him past drying blood and forming bruises while righting herself. was she seeing DOUBLE? no, that was all him. "let’s NOT jump the gun here, big guy.” she waved his offer away however. “it probably looks WORSE than it is.”       “i can clean it up MYSELF later.” she reassured him, trying it with a grin. “i should have everything at my shop.”                   “RYDER, by the way.”

[courier9]

Taking the girl’s prosthetic hand in his, he helped her off the stool and steadied her on her feet. “I’m Tycho. Pleasure t’meetcha, miss Ryder” He pushed the door open and helped Ryder outside. The sun had set and the lights of Goodneighbor were flickering on as the duo walked down the alley streets of the settlement. Tycho stole a quick glance at the impressive metal limb she was sporting  “must be quite a story behind that whammer, there. I’ve seen some homemade replacements but that looks pretty damn professional”

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Raserei let out a boisterous laugh, “You’re damn right about that.”

The mercenary looked down at the offered hand; it took him a moment before he offered his own. He wasn’t used to that sort of greeting when a deal wasn’t being made. Then again most people were at least a head shorter then him and avoided getting close to him if they could. 

“Raserei,” he said as he took the other’s hand and shook it, “T-i-co? Am I saying that right?”

[courier9]

Tycho shrugged “sounded right t’me, uh, Ras...Ras-ur-ray? Anyhow, you another hired hand here or is this place home fer ya?”

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Tycho sighed and put the cap back on his scope. He had been following the deathclaw since early that morning only to watch it get cut down by a squad of not-Brotherhood soldiers. Descending the stairs of the ruined building he had set up his blind in, he made his way towards the one armored being who had stayed behind. He tried to make his approach as noisy as possible, kicking an empty can off some concrete to announce himself. “Afternoon, uh, soldier!” He called out, spreading his hands open at his side in a non-threatening gesture. “I don’t s’pose you’d be willin’ t’part with a few cuts of meat offa that beast there”

              The moment he see’s a figure approach Tristan is bracing for a confrontation. Both hands clutch tightly onto the Gatling gun he totes by his side, locked and ready to open fire. “Keep your hands where I can see them.” He warns. Though quickly noting that the approacher is neither dressed like a raider nor a gunner- the two most likely hostiles in this area.

Beneath his helmet, he feels one brow slowly arch at the question presented to him. 

                   “Cuts- you mean you honestly want to eat that thing?” He inquires. Glancing towards the now motionless creature that has been left in the exact spot it fell. “That creature was antagonizing my men for an hour. If it had any sense it might have fled as soon as we opened fire- but instead, it fought. And look where it ended up?”

          With a snort, he gestures towards it. Somehow unimpressed with the sight. “What parts of it were you hoping to get?” 

[courier9]

Tycho paced around the carcass, looking over the massive creature, blood leaking from the various caliber holes that had punctured its armored hide. “Yeah, i hear ya-blow a hole in th’ bastard’s head an’ it’ll rip ya open before it realizes it died” He said, kneeling next to the monster. He unsheathed a wicked-looking Bowie knife from his thigh and plunged it into the deathclaw’s leg. He began sawing various cuts of meat off the body, packing each up in some paper he took from his pack.  “Also too, deathclaw meat can be pretty good eatin’ so long as ya season the hell outta it.” He stood, knee joints cracking in protest of the sudden movement. “Bones, horns, n teeth’ll fetch a neat pile of caps with most folks too but uh, if ya don’t mind my askin, who’s symbol is that ya got on yer armor? Don’t look like Brotherhood t’me an’ Gunners woulda shot n’ killed me by now? Who are you guys?

[courier9]

Reeeeeeegress!

“’Ey tough guy, up an’ at ‘em” Samson nudged a lump under a raggedy blanket with the butt of his hunting rifle. The lump shifted and rose to a seated position. Tycho yawned and stretched, his eyes attempting to focus in the dim light. “Sam, it ain’t even light out yet. What’s another hour matter?” He groaned and thudded back down. The ghoul frowned and upended Tycho’s cot, spilling him onto the floor of the shack. Tycho untangled himself from his blanket and stood, brushing himself off. “Thunderin’ hell man! I’m up! Damn!” Samson chuckled and opened the door “outside in five-bighorners don’t hunt themselves.” Tycho grinned to himself, pulled his boots and coat on, and grabbed his pack and rifle on his way out the door. He could already smell the meat simmering over the cookfire in his head.

[courier9]

“Ey! Go on’ git! Let’s go! Outta here! C’mon!” Tycho was shouting and waving his arms, throwing rocks at the oafish animals, slowly scaring them in the same direction and away from whoever it was that was on the ground. He rushed in to see if the person was injured. With the dust settling around him, he slowed his approach so as to not startle whoever it was. “Uh, hey, you uh, you ok? I saw the stampede from up on the hill and jus’ wanted t’make sure yer good.” The figure stood, brushing themselves off, shaking Mojave dust from their hair. 

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Pip dusted off her Knight armor and leaned her rifle on her shoulder, trying to look cool to keep her pride in tact. “Of course I’m alright! What kind of soldier would I be if I can’t recover from a tumble?” As much as she wished her loud drill Sargent attitude would keep her embarrassment to a minimum, her cheeks flared up into a light rose color.

[courier9]

Tycho recoiled a step-a young girl, clad in an armored bodysuit, toting a nasty-looking laser rifle stood before him. Half mad, half embarrassed, she barked a retort at him; something about being a soldier? He was only half listening, still trying to process the impressive-looking creature in front of him. 

He scratched the back of his head “awright so imma take that as a ‘yes’ yer okay, so that’s good. Uh, what are you a soldier with? NCR comes out here sometimes but uh, that’s not their armor…or symbol”

[glasscanary-deactivated20200703]

“I am a knight of the Brotherhood of Steel. I have to be going, my team will be looking for me.” She hugged and tried to stroll ahead but her knee vehemently disagreed. She yelled in pain and stumbled, gritting her teeth. Damn it! Must have twisted it on her way down.

[courier9]

Tycho made a move to catch the girl as she yelped but alas, she was in the dirt once more. He helped hoist her to her feet, throwing her arm over his shoulder to help take the weight off her bad leg. “Yer not goin’ anywhere quick on a busted leg. I live not too far from here. We got a doctor an’ a workin’ radio. You can call yer Steel Brothers or whoever an’ that way you won’t be out in the wastes crawlin’ along on yer belly, hopin’ t’just run into ‘em.”

[courier9]

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Pointless Fact #45Tycho is reluctant to spend “perfect” caps-if it’s still got the logo and isn’t bent, he sets it aside in an ammo can he carries belted under his pack

Send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse.

[rydccr]

courier9:

Tycho reluctantly nudged the bottle of liquid within arm’s reach of the wounded girl. He took a drag on his cigar and a belt of vodka then said “Lissen, I’m no doctor but, you should probably get a stimpak or some Med-X in ya. What the hell happened to ya?”

      “you're– TALL,” was the first thing ryder noted; already in the process of at least sitting up and offering a grin when he complied. and was he really that big or was it the ANGLE? perhaps even the way her vision was still swimming. 

      a swig from the bottle, the taste followed by another wince and ryder finally felt ready to address what he’d said. “actually fine on the med-x if you can believe it.” ryder spoke, trying it with a grin. “ehhh, just a BIG mouth.”        "y'know, most people around here would just walk by.“ she shrugged as she stumbled to her feet. "or robbed me first.” not like she had much on her. “and you’re still TALL.”

[courier9]

Tycho chuckled and knocked back the rest of his drink. “Takes a helluva lowlife t’pull some brahminshit like that; kickin’ a girl while she’s down” He stood and stretched, several bones and joints popping and cracking under his armored vest. Slapping a handful of caps on the bar, he offered his massive hand to the girl “how’s a bout ya take yer bottle an’ I’ll help ya over to th’ medic to get those wounds cleaned up at least?” He asked,feeling genuine concern for the battered stranger.

[rydccr]

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         "HEY, mind handing me that bottle?“ a light SLUR to her words– from the busted lip or the amount she’d had to drink– anyone’s guess really, as ryder lifted her arm to point into a vague direction. she winced when dropping it back; WRONG fucking arm. so, she’d gotten her ass handed to her? shit happened, right? who didn’t wake up in the GUTTER from time to time, head still fuzzy and pounding?

[courier9]

Tycho reluctantly nudged the bottle of liquid within arm’s reach of the wounded girl. He took a drag on his cigar and a belt of vodka then said “Lissen, I’m no doctor but, you should probably get a stimpak or some Med-X in ya. What the hell happened to ya?”

[rpmemefairy]

send me a 💎 and my muse will rate your muse’s physical appearance on a scale of 1-10

[iinxsearchofxisolde-archive]

iinxsearchofxisolde:

“The target has been successfully terminated, sir.”

                                “Resume the mission then.”

The crunch of metal hammered across the bloodied pavement. There was not much said about the beast laying dead on the road now. For all of their advancements, the Outcasts had come to accept the creatures out here would occasionally give them far more trouble than they prepared to deal with.

It had taken more ammo than any of them wanted to use but the creature was most certainly dead now. And one less deathclaw was roaming the wastes. 

Through the lenses of his armor, Tristan studied the beast with mild interest. Noting the size and the shape of the horns- different from what he had seen in the D.C ruins. “Go on without me. I will meet you at the salavaging point.” 

[courier9]

Tycho sighed and put the cap back on his scope. He had been following the deathclaw since early that morning only to watch it get cut down by a squad of not-Brotherhood soldiers. Descending the stairs of the ruined building he had set up his blind in, he made his way towards the one armored being who had stayed behind. He tried to make his approach as noisy as possible, kicking an empty can off some concrete to announce himself. “Afternoon, uh, soldier!” He called out, spreading his hands open at his side in a non-threatening gesture. “I don’t s’pose you’d be willin’ t’part with a few cuts of meat offa that beast there”

[startshxtwithme]

Send a 🥖 to throw a baguette at my muse.

[rpmememaker]

It's Sexual Sunday so...

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rpmememaker:

send my muse inappropriate questions

flirt with them anonymously or not

try to make them blush

kiss them at random

send me terrible pickup lines 

get my muse hot and bothered 

Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy! 

[vaultbb-blog]

Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

I am a baby and need reassurance that I’m not being too pushy by asking

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@courier9

“By my ancestors, for once I’m not the lumbering jötunn everyone is looking at.”

[courier9]

Tycho dusted his hands and turned to address the voice behind him. His gaze met that of an impressive-looking man, nearly his height but thicker; another workhorse/brawler type hired by the Drive-In settlement for construction and security. Being unsure as to what a “yotun” was, but hearing it following the word “lumbering”, he took it as the stranger’s word for giant-or maybe a slur for a super mutant. He didn’t dwell too long on it, not being an extensively learned man. “Yer no runt yerself, pal” Tycho chuckled, sizing up the brick wall of a man. He wiped his hand with a semi-clean rag and extended it to the stranger “name’s Tycho” he said with a tired grin.

[themusewhomuses]

Sinday Asks

1. Is your muse a virgin? If not, how old were they when they lost their virginity?

2. Are they sexually active?

3. When was the last time they had sex?

4. What was the most dirtiest place they had sex in? (Example: the public bathroom, the park, movie theater, etc.)

5. Do they masturbate often?

6. Tell us about their best and worst sex experience? 

7. Did they ever had sex when people were around?

8. Have they ever been caught having sex?

9. When was the last time they had a wet dream? Bonus if you can describe it as much as you can in detail.

10. Describe their expression when having an orgasm.

11. How long can they live without sex?

12. Would you consider your muse to be kinky?

13. What’s their favorite sex position(s)?

14. What’s their least favorite sex position(s)?

15. Tell us about their sex fantasy? Things they want to try and do, but haven’t yet.

16. Describe the way your muse’s moan during sex. (Example: are they loud, are they quiet, etc.)

17.  How long can they last before they cum?

18. If your muse can have sex with anyone right now, who would it be? If your muse has a partner, who would they invite to have a threesome with?

19. Give us a sexcanon about your muse that not many people knows about.

20. Are they proud of their kinks? Is there a kink they’re too ashamed to share?

21. How old were they when they learned about sex?

22. How does their foreplay go down?

23. Is your muse dominant or submissive or both?

24. How does their afterglow look like?

25. Wild card: ask any nsfw questions you’re curious about for my muse.

[insomniac-arrest]

non-gendered alternative to ‘welcome ladies and gentlemen’