#dearestrevenant

[tetsuo-and-red-blog]

📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family? ♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner?

📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family?

Surface information, yes. Tetsuo has no issue with telling friends and family about being in a relationship, and some of the things going on. That being said, he’s not keen on sharing intimate details of the relationship with everyone he knows. If there’s been strain on the relationship, or trouble in general, he might let his closest friends know, but otherwise it’s something he’d keep to himself.

♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner?

Not extremely. So far as the normal range of social class or financial position, he’s definitely not concerned about how that might affect him. If they were of significantly high social standing, he might be a little concerned about how his own standing might be affecting them. Or, if they were a social pariah who had never spoken to another human being in thirty years, he might be a bit worried about their well being, but that’s more from the not talking to anyone for thirty years, and less about where they fall in what’s left of society.

I suppose you could bring up raiders and the type as kind of ‘social status’ of the Commonwealth, however the idea of Tetsuo being in a relationship with someone who is actively leading the life of a raider is so unlikely that it doesn’t much warrant consideration.

[ivakir]

✋ for a prompt/plot/concept/ anything you refuse to role play

munday no-no and yes-yes list

Inc.est, pe.dop.hilia, ra.pe are basic things that I don’t want to write under any circumstances. I don’t mind that such things can be mentioned in the character’s backstory, but no, no playing.

I don’t want to write too often the domestic threads, where everything is sweet and normal, because it makes me sick and I don’t want to waste my time on it. Well, also there is a possibility that I will add drama to such threads. I also refuse to play the threads, like, “Ivakir ceased to be herself, stopped somewhere and began to live for another person”, because it will be out of character. Although, I can make exceptions if my partner don’t ask me to change her personality.

Aaaand nsfw threads. Because it would sound like: “His pubic hair was as thick as a forest, which seemed to be inhabited by gnomes”. However, it doesn’t mean that I won’t try, but my partner should be prepared that I quickly lose interest.

[remember-navarro]

03, 17, 27

What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves?

He has a love/hate relationship with his hair color. It's a family thing and he likes that, but it sometimes attracts unwanted obnoxious comments. His eyes (pale green) are also a family thing but don't get obnoxious comments, so that's probably his favorite.

Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children?

I wouldn’t say he dreams of getting married and having children so much as he just always expected it to happen someday. Pure human genetics won’t perpetuate themselves. Gotta make more American babies if America is going to come back.

If he stops to think about it, he’s terrified about the idea of being a father, so he mostly avoids thinking about it beyond a vague “at least the process should be fun.” He idolizes his own (emotionally distant, has high expectations) father and feels like he can never be as great a man and father as his own (not actually that great) father.

He likes the idea of marriage, but once he got old enough to understand genetics and also the settlement’s genetic diversity problem the notion that he’d just fall in love and get married went out the window and was replaced with “somehow they’ll find someone who is pure human and also not related to me and we’ll make little Americans.”

If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it?

There are so many possibilities to choose from... Disturbing the peace, assault, murder, assassination... He'll also steal from wastelanders so there's theft...

[mementomorphosis]

🐤

[crowspy]

tick tock, tick tock

tick tock, get a thought ;; accepting | @dearestrevenant

"Hey, what’s... oh. Yeah, I definitely wanna know what’s going on over there. Is it worth eavesdropping? Or would it be easier to do some sweet talking later... hmmm — Oooo, Power Noodles. I should really go find some recipes for Takahashi. I wonder if there are some viable soybean seeds somewhere. I miss soy sauce. That’ll totally grow here, right? Is there some mutated something-or-other that could be a good substitute? I don’t know shit about plants, I should find some books — That guy’s leaving now. Time to go snooping.”

[chameleondc]

Status Update

@dearestrevenant

It was warming up to the point where DC was making more forays to the outside, reconnecting with outlying dealers, caravans, and trade-routes. It was still a slow time, freezing rain being little better than piles of snow, and so the itchy impulsive thoughts weren’t being mollified with regular stimulus.

In other words, DC remained bored.

The sun was barely dipping past its apex as she headed back home from Goodneighbor, all manner of business concluded. She’d found little desire to stay at the Third Rail and drink for ‘fun.’ Her patience with others’ drunken, stir-crazy antics had frayed to nothing and she didn’t wish to cause a scene.

Hell, if a pack of super mutants could be around the corner as she strolled down the street, that would be a welcome sight, a good bit of exercise. But, no, they were hunkered down as well, it seemed. She had an open path through abandoned buildings and empty streets to guide her home.

Or...possibly not so empty. Was there someone, nearby? It wasn’t quite something she could hear, or see, but it felt like she might be being watched. Hopefully, whomever it was would show themselves soon, if it wasn’t just something else going wrong with her courser chip.

[dreadspawn6]

  @dearestrevenant - is about to get mugged! 

Night sat over the commonwealth like a blackened dome. Where nothing stirred, but the crackle of the city’s slow decay. A remnant of some world that’d long passed into vague memory. Soon only it’s frame will stand before the wear of time and jut up from the ground like the ribcage of a god. And in that strange era, if man is still alive, he won’t even recall that which turned everything to waste.

Cassius wouldn’t mind seeing that old world bursting into flames. Caving in like a deflated corpse against the ‘bright madness’. That weapon to end all weapons- He dreamed of the white pillar and how it would split the sky.- 

 Yet as he thought on that light, he began to see a real one flashing from the street. Catching it just as it vanished down an alley. He looked straight into that infinite darkness, where solid and ghostly shapes were known only by their stirring. There was no mistaking what he’d seen.

Quickly, he scrambled down from his perch and followed with his ax.

“You! Come back!” 

Quiet. A stifling silence began to weave itself between him and the light. Yet Cassius was determined to cut through.

“Hey! Turn the fuck around!” 

[tetsuo-and-red-blog]

Carry On (Red, Rick)

Northward, this time. Red cruised along the broken roadway near the Drumlin Diner, head swiveling every so often to scan the surrounding area taking in all there was to see and hear as the miles went by. Dust and bits of long-broken asphalt kicked up under her wheels, the grinding and skittering noises of travel far from subtle.

As much attention as a sentry bot would have gathered, Red was a tad bit less conspicuous. Aside from the brightly colored paint, her bulkier, more heavily armored frame, and what looked to be the barrel of some large weapon tucked away behind her made the image perhaps that much more alarming. To top it off, the sentry’s speakers were happily blaring what seemed to be the middle of a song, loud enough to be heard from a good number of yards away.

Ahead, travelling on the roadway, was a human figure. Red had little difficulty spotting him, but after a moment of observation, didn’t perceive him as an active threat. Continuing on almost casually, music playing, Red’s head stayed turned towards the stranger as the gap between them closed.