#regulatorpadfoot

[thedumbasscourier]

For the expression meme, Zac A7 with Beaumont C7 please! Looks like Zac knows a secret and Beaumont is not liking it

the secret Zac knows is the answer to the question “who ate all the fancy lads snack cakes at ranger station charlie?” 

[anotherisodope]

52: What are some of your OC’s motivations?

Widow: Her major one, besides recovering just to spite her enemies, is revenge. She wants to find those responsible for destroying her family, health and life and wreck them completely. Her balancing motive is compassion: she really feels for those suffering in the postapocalyptic world, and trying to help them is slowly distracting her from her self-destructive path.

Julia: Julia has two major motivations: a hero complex, and loneliness. She has in part placed herself in Underworld to work as a nurse because she knows the Brotherhood of Steel may start targeting ghoul colonies at any time. She nearly died bringing clean water back to the wasteland. She longs to make a real difference...almost as much as she longs to feel less alone.

Akane: Besides being a complete technophile and an adrenaline junkie, Akane is hungry for opportunities to better herself, prove herself, and grow her skills by defeating new challenges--especially in robotics.

Morgan: Morgan seeks redemption and a worthy cause. She views herself as a killer who is slowly becoming less human, and wants to use her destructive abilities and instincts to protect innocent people. She also has a lot of righteous anger against evil and predatory people.

Danica: Danica claims she’s seeking power, but the truth is, she’s seeking safety. She is also seeking a place to be, and a community to be part of and protect. For all her bravado, she feels lonely and vulnerable underneath.

[ode-of-odr-archive]

{ @regulatorpadfoot }

He must have sounded mad, looked mad, moving along the deserted road following the crows as they headed west. The mercenary had been following the murder for a week; they lead him ever closer to his destination, fate even, maybe. 

Most would laugh at such a notion, that birds, were helping. But he knew what they didn’t. The corvids were Odin’s and wise like their master. So if you were kind to them they would help in return. Raserei always did well not to spurn them.

A power fist rested against his hip and a shotgun at his other while a heavily modified super sledge was stapped to his back. It’s head massive like something from legend. 

Up ahead the crows cawed and the image of another on the road started to come into view. Was it whom he sought? Doubtful. But it was a welcome change to the spectors that lingered always just out of the corner of his eyes. Anchors to a past he would always be anchored to.  

[daggersandsparks]

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Headcanons!

♦: Mairwen doesn’t like wearing hats very often. She prefers hoods or scarves, as they’re less likely to mess with her head. She has a few hoods that are a heavy fabric on the outside, but silk lined on the inside.♢: Mairwen ends up buying a cowboy hat and wears it one of the times that she goes to visit him, just to see how he reacts. [It’s black with Gecko leather. She only wears it around him.

[regulatorpadfoot]

Where have I been?

It's been almost a month since I last logged into Tumblr, if I'm right. And considering how I managed to reach 200+ followers in that time (thank you guys sooooooooo much! ♥️) I figured I owed you guys an explanation.

There was a bad mixup with my medication. If you don't know I've been on anti-depressant seratonin supplements and medication for over almost two years now. But there was a really bad mixup on my side, I will not and cannot blame the doctors for this, there was a slipup with some information and I wasn't getting my meds as a result.

Because of that, this past month has been a living hell. I've slipped behind all my studies and coursework, I've lost control of my anger and depression, self harming and suicidal thoughts came back into my life for the first time in a LONG time. And my family are not the most supportive of me in that respect...

At many points I feared for my own life, and for the welfare of my partner, who has had to stick with me through all of this, and I love him so much for that, he deserves much more credit than what he gives himself.

At the same time, my ADD has been acting up again. ADD makes it difficult to dedicate one's time to something as your interests constantly flit in and out of existence. One month I'll be totally obsessed with World of Warcraft, the next I won't even try to log in and I'll play another game. This is why my other blogs fail, because I lose interest in supporting and running them. And while it is difficult to maintain focus here, as you can probably my tell by the random levels of activity this blog has, I don't want to give up on it.

I love playing and writing Padfoot, I love seeing the characters you other RPers come up with, and even if you're not an RP blog it's great to see people enjoying what I post. I love you all.

So yeah,I'm back on track, and hoping to post a little more often in future. If you've sent me asks in this time (I've noticed a few) I will get around to it as soon as possible, likely after I've caught up on my work...this week is gonna be a tough catch up session, but I'll get it done!

Thank you all

[remember-navarro]

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep? 

Aidan has a light tenor voice, usually a little rough from dust and near-perpetual mild dehydration. He usually speaks rather quickly, words just tumbling on out, except when he’s actively trying hard to not blurt things out. Then there are often lots of long pauses in which a massive amount of focus is being brought to bear to attempt to dredge up enough willpower to erect a temporary brain-to-mouth filter. Sometimes it works.

[thx-lost-yxars]

At The Cross - [Padfoot/Scratch] - [Closed RP]

       Everything felt sore. Blisters covered his already tired feet. Scratch cleaned his weapons, a required ritual for himself. Scratch cleaned away, carefully examining each internal component.  These past few days weren’t great. Scratch wasn’t as successful, which tired him. Regardless - , he was thinking about something. Scratch thought about the war.

The Fiends have enjoyed the Republic’s lack of action. The Republic patrolled the area, but they couldn’t remove them. They could, they outnumber the Fiends, they wait instead.  Standing orders and what not. The Republic was fighting fires everywhere. The Legion, they were the biggest fire. Scratch feared them, considering their choice of punishments. Either side winning, means trouble for the Fiends.

Scratch knew this perfectly well. He planned on getting out.

       Finally Scratch was done. He reassembled his gun, an Ingram MAC-10. The weapon brought back some memories. The Boneyard - , Scratch remembers everything, unfortunately. He remembers his initiation into the Fiends. He remembers murdering some merchant. Quickly, Scratch moved onto something else. Getting up, he strolled across the room. That’s when he heard something. Grabbing his gun, he went to investigate.  Looking outside, through the backdoor, he saw nothing. Scratch closed the door, forgetting the noise. He didn’t know someone was here.

[thedumbasscourier]

Hearing that my OC looks cool from a cool guy as cool as you with an OC as cool as you is cool. Cool? Cool.

haha why thank you! your oc does look like a really cool dude, I’ll be curious to see more of him!