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[wastelandwanderin]

"Isaac," he returned, nodding. He held Standing Bear's gaze evenly, and didn't move when Standing Bear glanced him over.

"Seems we aren't," Isaac agreed. Again, he didn't begrudge Standing Bear's caution or suspicion--but he had plenty of his own, and he hadn't made it this far in life by playing his hand too early. "Most folk don't come into raider territory unless they're lookin' for something."

He let that hang in the air. A question, if Standing Bear wanted to answer it.

[standingxbear]

"I think we are all looking for something in this world..." Bear gave a bit of a smile and settled back down again to rest. A cryptic answer bit not entirely out of the blue or untruthful. But of course he was looking for something more specific. People. In the long years following the attack on his home, he had a never ending search for his sisters.

He would like to think his four remaining sisters were all alive, but he knew it was unlikely in this world. Still, he searched.

"What is it that you were looking for?"

[radrots]

open to: any 21+ fallout muse. non-romantic. no smut!

come in with any fallout muse and I'll match the year/setting (post-2277). sam is always the (current or former) lone wanderer but otherwise, she's flexible.

@indiestarter

The last chirping radroach splattered across the ground with a sickening crunch, the baseball bat cleaving it in two. Twitching legs and bits of hard exoskeleton were scattered around the woman's boots, sludge and slime coating the floor of the Super-Duper Mart. She let out an audible exhale, then noticed one of the doors behind the pharmacy creaking open, revealing another normal human—or so she assumed. She took a step away from the carcasses, securing line of sight. "Hi there," she said warily, her old bat still pressed firmly in both of her hands. A pistol and a shotgun were also on her person, within easy reach.

[standingxbear]

"Hey yourself." Standing Bear limped out of the pharmacy half of the mart, a rifle in his hands, several knifes on his belt. Mostly kitchen knives, but beggars could not, in fact, be choosers. He was dressed rather plainly: boots, jeans, a dark red button down shirt under his rather ragged leather armor.

He hadn't heard any gun shots or maniacal laughter over dealing with the rad roaches he managed to slowly sneak past to get to the back of the mart, so he figured this person wasn't someone entirely unreasonable.

"There is still some medical supplies here, if you need some. And if you are tech inclined, I am sure there is even more in the locked closet with the terminal." He moved closer to the pharmacy counter and laid his gun down on it, to show he'd let her pass without incident.

[goseesunnysmiles]

I’m mobile so have a garbage promo!

I have way too many Fallout blogs!

Original characters

@courier2lw - the first, my baby boy. A lone wander turned default courier. Funny, fucked up, many, many brain injuries later, he’s the wildcard. Also a doctor. West Parrish.

@yourxlongxlostxpal - Smart, sarcastic, knows he’s better than you and doesn’t mind if you know it too, this prewar scientist helped create robobrains. And then became one. (Also an ancestor of West’s but I never figured out how to bring that up.)

@standingxbear - Serious and kind hearted, Bear’s suffered a lot but is always determined to do the right thing. Need a knight in shining armor? Or with shiny knives? He’s your man.

@catmanradio - A childhood friend of Standing Bear’s though they’ve not seen each other since they were teens. Because of trauma (of course) Cary keeps to himself. He has cats and a radio. Be careful if you find his shack, this cranky creator of Diamond City Radio doesn’t like visitors.

Canon characters

@dimasexual - (URL subject to change I just haven’t figured a good one out.) Faraday from Far Harbor. Trying to be a braver boy while keeping his community safe.

@atomcatbluejay - He’s got trauma, of course he does! He’s a sensitive dude, and very very cool.

New kids, also canon

@goseesunnysmiles - She’s got a dog! And no trauma! None at all… She’s all no nonsense and ready to lend a helping hand. Definitely no trauma here. Haha…

@ixcantxdanse - He’s got all the self loathing you can stuff in a power suit! Righteous and anggy it’s your favorite stompy boy!

[lookingforroleplayers]

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[standingxbear]

@explosivedarling sent...

"Hold on, I'll get the antiseptic. This might sting a bit."

"Music to my ears..." Standing Bear gave the woman an appreciative smile, trying to play off the foot of rebar some crazed raider had stuck into his leg. He had managed to hobble into the nearest building after they were all taken care of, finding it occupied already. By this woman.

"My name is Standing Bear, by the way... Thank you for your kindness." The rebar was out and Bear was holding a rag to staunch the bleeding. Trying not to pass out nevermind talk and joke was getting to be more and more of a struggle.

[explosivedarling]

❝ My name's Antonia, it's nice to meet you. ❞ Antonia doesn't bother with the formalities much but does give the man a smile, digging through her pack and taking out a brown glass vial and a clean rag and a spare stimpak. Antonia delicately brushes his hand away from the wound, unscrewing her water flask she pours a cool stream of water onto the injury before applying the antiseptic.

❝ You're lucky you know... My daddy was a doctor so I picked up a thing or two. ❞ She finishes it up by tying the rag to his leg as a makeshift bandage and injecting the stimpak. ❝ That might need some stitches but I think we're close enough to a town that a doctor can do it for you. I'd do it myself but I don't have the proper equipment to do so. ❞

[standingxbear]

Standing Bear gritted his teeth, taking sharp inhale of breath through his nose as she did her work. He'd had worse. Such as getting stabbed with the broken off shard of metal that had caused this. He tried not squirming so much as she finished up, but the body sometimes had a mind of it's own, primal instincts wanting to remove itself from discomfort. He managed to simply shift his position without disturbing her work too much.

"I understand. But I think I will need a few moments before setting out. Even with a stimpak. I am not as young as I once was..." Standing Bear gave another short smile. "You are lucky to have a father with such skills to pass on that wisdom to you. I'm even luckier for said skills."

[standingxbear]

trap | bear & fiona

@inthisfire-ifindrain

[ cont from here ]

"They left it in her arm," The father put his hand in the basket at the front of the cart and pulled out the small syringe handing it over to Standing Bear, who held it up to the sky to get a better view of what might be inside of it as they walked. He handed it back to the man, who placed it carefully back where it was.

"I think there is enough left in there that West and Betty can figure it out." Standing Bear was thinking the same thing Fiona was.

"My name's Amanda," The woman spoke up, "This is my husband Coyote." She gestured to the cart, putting her hand on it as her husband pushed it forward. "Of course this is Fiona, our little-- little angel." She tried to smile, but her voice wavered.

Standing Bear looked back to the man, thinking of offering to push the cart for him, but he could tell he was still as cautious as Fiona was, and probably wouldn't offer to let go of his daughter after what had just happened to them.



[standingxbear]

@infernaliscor sent...

“You keep on rollin’.”

"There are always people that need help. So... yes, I travel to where the wind takes me." Standing Bear paused, considering the other for a good moment or two. "You do not seem to be the 'settling down' type either, I imagine?"

[avernusfuries-a]

"You and me both, mate." She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a proper home. Where the wind blew her was a perfect descriptor, actually. Karlach, alone with nothing but her thoughts and a long stretch of unwalked road. Never quite in one place long enough to arouse suspicion. She would be lying if she said it suited her. It fucking didn't. The loneliness ached far worse than any bullet hole ever could, and she would tell folks that for free. Karlach let out a small huff of laughter, and toed at the dirt underfoot absentmindedly. "Looking like I do? I'd be lucky for a handshake, never mind settling down. Their loss, really."

[standingxbear]

It was true, Karlach was... very different. Different from anyone Bear had seen before. But... she was still a person, just like anyone else, as far as he was concerned. Like Nick Valentine. Wholly, as far as he knew, unique.

"But you do it anyway, right? Helping people? Because they are in need of it." Standing Bear paused, "Because what people think of you does not change who you are."

@avernusfuries

[goseesunnysmiles]

I’m mobile so have a garbage promo!

I have way too many Fallout blogs!

Original characters

@courier2lw - the first, my baby boy. A lone wander turned default courier. Funny, fucked up, many, many brain injuries later, he’s the wildcard. Also a doctor. West Parrish.

@yourxlongxlostxpal - Smart, sarcastic, knows he’s better than you and doesn’t mind if you know it too, this prewar scientist helped create robobrains. And then became one. (Also an ancestor of West’s but I never figured out how to bring that up.)

@standingxbear - Serious and kind hearted, Bear’s suffered a lot but is always determined to do the right thing. Need a knight in shining armor? Or with shiny knives? He’s your man.

@catmanradio - A childhood friend of Standing Bear’s though they’ve not seen each other since they were teens. Because of trauma (of course) Cary keeps to himself. He has cats and a radio. Be careful if you find his shack, this cranky creator of Diamond City Radio doesn’t like visitors.

Canon characters

@dimasexual - (URL subject to change I just haven’t figured a good one out.) Faraday from Far Harbor. Trying to be a braver boy while keeping his community safe.

@atomcatbluejay - He’s got trauma, of course he does! He’s a sensitive dude, and very very cool.

New kids, also canon

@goseesunnysmiles - She’s got a dog! And no trauma! None at all… She’s all no nonsense and ready to lend a helping hand. Definitely no trauma here. Haha…

@ixcantxdanse - He’s got all the self loathing you can stuff in a power suit! Righteous and anggy it’s your favorite stompy boy!

[fiona-inculta]

Willow looked up as he was talking. Whatever was in here was more then capable of killing intruders, she thought as he searched the dead raider.

She stands back up and slowly makes her way to the terminal careful of any traps or any fallen rocks. Willow sits down and boots up the terminal watching as it comes up requiring a password. “Mars damn it.” She mumbled something she often heard her mom saying in frustration.

Willow starts to look around rummaging through the desk. “I cant find anything. I’m going to try to hack it.” She brings up the screen and starts to type and try to get into it.

[standingxbear]

"As long as you do not sing that horrible song your father likes when he is doing so... Have at it." Standing Bear near rolled his eyes before a brief smirk passed his lips. He ventured ahead slightly, seeing pieces of a bathroom scale and scorch marks on the ground. Blood. Long dried. He turned and made his way back to Willow and the terminal, keeping guard. Though other than her typing and their own breathing, he could hear nothing.

"We will go a bit further if you like, but I have a feeling this place has been picked over. If there was much of anything at all..."

[standingxbear]

is this blog alive

I just haven’t been around much

[standingxbear]

@grenades-and-sniper-rifles​

“I’ve never loved anyone else, never even came close.”

“August… you are not dying. This is not as bad a wound as it might look… There is no need for… all of that.”

Standing Bear wasn’t sure if he believed her. He wasn’t sure how he felt about her. They had fun, they worked well together, they were good together. And the things she had gone through, and still came back to him and even trusted him… He had too many secrets of his own. Few of which he had spoken of to her. He wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted, or deserved, her love of him.

[tru-neutral-good]

There she was, trying to hold in the blood and put pressure on the gash on her stomach. “’m tellin the truth.”

“I love you. I love you so fuckin’ much, bear.” She says through raspy breaths, wincing at the stitches going in. oh. damn. she felt herself drift, eyes lulling closed and body slumping down a little. “’’m goin.” was her only real warning for bear, to tell the man she loved and was stitching her back closed, that she was passing out

[standingxbear]

Standing Bear put a hand to her sweaty forehead as she fell unconscious, stroking wet hair away from her head. He muttered a song, half remembered in Diné, that his mother would sing to him and his sisters whenever one was sick.

He continued to stitch up her wound. She'd be fine after a few days. She'd lost a lot of blood on the way to getting her to a safe place to patch her up, but the bullet hadn't hit anything major, luckily. He opened a Mentats container, smearing the homemade medicinal paste onto her wound before bandaging it up.

Bear didn't know if he wanted to believe her. He didn't know if he could keep any promises to her. If he could love her like she wanted him to. Or expected. He had lost so much... He didn't know what he'd do with himself if he lost someone again.

He adjusted his jacket under her head, making sure she was comfortable and warm in the gas station lobby. He held a shot gun, watching the rain pour down. At least it was fairly warm, they had no dry wood to build a fire with. They would have to wait it out.

[redheadrecon]

On the days when Bear had vanished, Eagle had quietly waited up at a high point where she could oversee the ghost town. Those were the days where she silently mourned in her own way. It was a vigil for the memories here and the ones she'd left scattered to the wind. Nobody knew about it, and so it was yet another secret, another card carried close to the vest.

When it finally came time to leave, Eagle gave the town a last glance. She nodded at it in thanks.

"Alright. Whenever you're ready."

[standingxbear]

Standing Bear packed their provisions, tried to fix the broken rusted chains on a few old bikes but it was no use. They'd have to walk. At some point, thought Bear hadn't seen them since he was a child, there had been wild horses not far from his town. He wondered if they were still out there or if the White Legs or Legion had driven them into extinction.

The ghoul community was close, less than a day's walk. Close enough that they could have helped the Tar Walkers if they had chosen to do so. But that hadn't been the case. Even Cary hadn't shown up.

"There used to be a boy that lived with the ghouls. My dad always suspected he had been abandoned by some Legion slave, maybe. Cary's parents never said, only that they had found him hidden in some bushes near the road. If they had not come across him or heard him crying..." Standing Bear paused, "We were best friends, long ago..."

[lookingforroleplayers]

Fallout RP Masterlist!

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Character list in alphabetical order can be found HERE!

[tru-neutral-good]

Hearing her name, they squint, how'd he know that? the begrudging title was Courier or for-shorter Six. Its like she didn't even have a name. Recollection creeps up her spine.

"Fuck" they sigh, moving to holster their handgun. "Bear... im sorry."

Her hand moves to meet his, hoisting him up. "Did you get hurt? did i.." The courier swallows hard, tears springing to her eyes. "Bear." she chokes out, now scared of just what could've happened if she hadnt come to her senses

[standingxbear]

"No," Bear shakes his head, wrapping August up in a hug as soon as he's on his feet. He embraces her fully, a hand at her back, the other at the back of her head, holding her close as he hears the sob of his name escape her. He shushes her quietly, stroking her hair.

"I am here now... I will be here to remind you of what is important. I promise. This is not your fault, Augustine." He kisses her head, only speaking her full name when he is at his most serious.

"You came back to me. Do not be afraid..."

[waste-land-artist]

(I'm alive again - life has been crazy but I shall be more active on here I swear)

[standingxbear]

Not my old favs coming out of the dang woodwork 😭

[standingxbear]

@infernaliscor sent...

“You keep on rollin’.”

"There are always people that need help. So... yes, I travel to where the wind takes me." Standing Bear paused, considering the other for a good moment or two. "You do not seem to be the 'settling down' type either, I imagine?"

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

“The King is Dead” by the Decembrists lyric starters

as requested by anon. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !

Don’t Carry It All

“Nobody knows.”

“We are all our hands in holders beneath this bold and brilliant sun.”

“Don’t carry it all.”

Calamity Song

“Had a dream. You and me in the war of the end times.”

“All that remains is the arms of the angels.”

“Quiet now.”

“Will we gather to conjure the rain down?” / “Will we now build a civilization below ground?”

“We’ll come home.”

Rise to Me

“There’s an ancient call.”

“I am gonna stand my ground. You rise to me and I’ll blow you down.“

“Hey ___, can you hear me? Let me see those eyes.”

This distance between us can seem a mountain’s size.”

“My darling, my sweetheart, I am in your sway.”

January Hymn

“On a winter Sunday I go to clear away the snow and green the ground below.”

“April all an ocean away. Is this the better way to spend the day?”

“What were the words I meant to say before you left?”

“Maybe I should just ‘let it be’ and maybe it will all come back to me.”

“How I lived a childhood in snow…”

All Arise

“Baby wants a new spin.” / “Baby wants a broken heart.”

“Hear you found a lynchpin to keep it all from falling apart.”

“You keep on rollin’.”

“Better kick it from your big, brown eyes.”

“Like a ship at ocean.”

“Just be mine tonight.”

“So the dollar-shop shoppers broke the lock and they knocked you down.”

“Better call the coppers if you need someone to push you around.”

“You keep on stealin’.”

This is Why We Fight

“Come the war, come the avarice, come hell…” / “Come attrition, come the reek of bones…”

“This is why we fight, why we lie awake.”

“When we die, we will die with our arms unbound.”

“Bride of quiet, bride of all unquiet things…” / “Bride of hell…”

“So come to me. Come to me now.”

“Lay your arms around me.”

Dear Avery

“Dear ___, I think of you only.”

“Were you waving, were you dead on the vine?”

“Oh ___, to think of you lonely.”

“I could just grab you by the nape of your neck.”

“There are times life will rattle your bones and will bend your limbs.”

“But you’re still far and away.”

“Don’t you shake alone.”

“Please, ___, come home.”