standingxbear

[standingxbear]

You are capable of anything

                         But you don’t seem to think that

You could fly so low or sink so high

                            That you could ever 

                                                     love again or even try

That you could steal, 

                                        or cheat, or kill, or lie But you might

Indie Fallout New Vegas/4 cyborg former robo-brain OC Betty

Non-selective, OC/multimuse friendly, 21+, penned by Lara

#promos

[standingxbear]

"Standing Bear," He offered, moving painfully to his elbows for a moment to take the offered canteen. He smelled it before taking a good gulp of it, then settle back to a slightly more comfortable, if still somewhat upright position.

"Is it?" Bear questioned with a gaze that told Isaac he absolutely knew that it was raider territory. He looked Isaac up and down, briefly. The other didn't seem to pose too badly of a threat... if Bear wasn't so badly injured. But he never thought so poorly of people, merely cautious.

"I could ask the same of you. And neither of us are... let us say, in traditional raider attire. Are we?"

@standingxbear (continued from x)

"No thanks needed. Just helpin' where I can," Isaac said. He watched the stranger's eyes flick about their abode, watched them land on his bag and guns. He didn't begrudge him the suspicion; he too knew what it was like to be alone and vulnerable.

"Name's Isaac," he continued, getting up slowly so as not to startle the stranger. He held out a canteen half-filled with lukewarm water. "Don't suppose you're in raider territory for any particular reason, eh?"

#nearly a goner: isaac

[standingxbear]

Send me 🛌 to crawl into bed with my muse!

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[standingxbear]

"Do I have you to thank?" Standing Bear had been captured plenty of times in the past. Always seemed to get out of it, one way or another, but nonetheless...

He started to sit up but his stomach was on fire. His hand moved to his side, remembering the raider with the flaming chainsaw, stabbing into his side. Yeah, he thought he was a goner then, too. The person who saved him seemed to know what they were doing, medically speaking. He settled back on his back and took stock of his surroundings. No bindings or chains, no bomb collar. He could see his bag and guns within reaching distance... or just about. Close enough.

[ AWAKE ] - sender nearly died. they wake to receiver, who's fixed them up (to the best of their ability). - from @standingxbear

Isaac sits next to the ratty mattress and its occupant, tending quietly to a small fire he's stoked in the dirt that's collected in the living room. His guest is beginning to stir; he glances over with his good eye with an arched brow.

"You were nearly a goner."

#wastelandwanderin #nearly a goner: isaac #thread

[standingxbear]

YOU  CAN’T  STOP    ….. -    the  press , -    a  mother  scorned  , -    or  the  future.

#promos for pals

[standingxbear]

Personal blogs, please stop interacting with roleplay blogs' content.

Look, we know that you're often just scrolling the tags or scrolling the search function. But the reality is most of us roleplayers don't like it when you guys interact with our stuff, whether that be reblogging it, liking it, or the like. You might find a few blogs that don't mind, but for the most part, we really, really aren't fond of it. The simple answer is that it clogs up our notifications and we're forced to constantly block blogs that don't follow these rules.

Our work is not fanfiction. Our work is intended to be shared only with our mutuals, or other roleplay blogs. For some of us, it makes us really, REALLY uncomfortable when personal blogs interact.

So please, do everyone a favour, and RESPECT OUR BOUNDARIES, AND RESPECT OUR WISHES.

If you want to appreciate our work, read our rules, and see if we're okay with anonymous asks saying you like reading our stuff. In most cases, that's probably fine. But please, respect that while our work resembles fanfiction, it is not in fact fanfiction, and refrain from interacting unless our rules say it's okay. It's called respecting boundaries.

#psa

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roleplay blog for mairwen, an independent multiverse oc ;;

verses in: fallout, dragon age, far cry, modern magic/crime, faerun semi-selective ;; OC, crossover & AU friendly

google doc ;; rules [on multimuse] 

#promos for pals

[standingxbear]

I don’t know if it even matters now, but I was gonna ask you something back when I thought I was just going to jail. || Ask away. (for @beccayeahhh)

#gifs #blood tw #longmire #lou diamond phillips #a martinez

[standingxbear]

A TIME UNDER THE CANYON MOON

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#art #aesthetic

[standingxbear]

Ho hum.

Reconsidering Sunny's FC. Alice Wetterlund's looks are so wildly inconsistent. Everyone should def watch Resident Alien though.

My top two choices for Sunny are Felicia Day and Nicole Kidman (particularly in Practical Magic).

I'm def obsessed enough with both of them.

Part of me wants to lean toward Day to round out the Hardwick/Wheaton/Day trinity LOLZ.

But then Nicole Kidman.

What to do.

Also send me memes and or an ask if you wanna RP. I'm real new here this here blog here.

#ooc #it me!

[standingxbear]

"It's me... August... It's Bear..."

He holds his hands up next to his head. She has a gun trained on him after all. She keeps disappearing on him... Not only physically. But this isn't the first time she doesn't recognize him. They've both gotten a bit older. And Standing Bear was a good few years older than her when they met. Now he feels like... somehow he got old and she stayed so young. She still looks like a teenager somehow.

The way she keeps coming and going, the way her mind comes and goes... He's not so sure he can take care of her, not how he wants to... He isn't sure she would even let him.

"Standing Bear," He moves his hands towards her, asking for help up.

@standingxbear is baaaaackkkk AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH I love them, your honor

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It was a blood bath in New Vegas.

Her life was a blood bath since some asshole put a slug in her dome.

But life pauses sometimes, yakno?

She didn't know particularly why she got pulled into this fight, taking out the first two men like they were bottles on a fence and not living breathing moving people. One guy had pinned another and was wailing on him until she put a couple bullets in his back. tossing the falling body to the side, she looked down at the guy that was pinned and her aim at him faulters.

"Wh-Who are 'ou?"

Since the slug her memories came back with these gigantic circlet headaches, ones so bad she thought of just going back to novac and passing out. This guy, made her head throb.

"Why do i 'member 'ou?"

#tru-neutral-good #coming and going: august #thread

[standingxbear]

"I guess I should enjoy this while it lasts, then?"

The Ultra Luxe was known for being snobby and very private... But Bear had never seen a cleaner bathroom in his entire life. It was worth it in his book, however angry he was at them at first for giving August such a hard time. Not to mention, in the least, their attitude towards 'tribal types'.

But Bear wanted to see how fancy it really was. Let the other patrons look down on the two of them. They were still here, they deserved this, too.

Standing Bear had taken another shower, using as much hot water as he could stand. His hair was wet and the robe was soft as he leaned over August on the couch, kissing her.

@standingxbear pt2 pre scramble.

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"Not gunna lie bear, as soon as i get outa here im gunna put my cargo pants on and get arms deep in something greasy."

The ultra Luxe was two things: Boring and Too Fancy. They basically didnt let her in until she showered and put on something fancy. Like expensive, stuffy, scratchy expensive. She had to fight to even get bear in here with her.

#tru-neutral-good #while it lasts: august #thread

[standingxbear]

"No, just lucky for us, I guess." Standing Bear didn't ask for permission to use the fire or even to stay with Boone. He felt something of a kindred spirit with the younger man. Something about him. A pain that their stoicism covered that very few people understood. It felt right to share his catch with the man, and something told him Boone wouldn't mind sharing his space for that.

"I also heard tale of Legion parties," Standing Bear zipped open his bag, pulling out metal rebar and setting up the make-shift spit before starting to cut up the gecko in the sack in front of him.

"Any personal grievance with them or a general distaste for Caesar's cult?"

@standingxbear cont. from (X)

Were the courier's other companions that resided at the 38 here, they would no doubt have something to say about the stellar conversation happening between the two men, Boone giving nothing but a hum of acknowledgment at the answer to his question, and nothing but silence at the reassurance the thing in the bag was dead. He didn't really care, not unless it posed an obvious threat. Nothing could survive that much blood loss anyways, especially if the amount soaked into the bag was all from the gecko. Boone had the misfortune of experience to attribute to the knowledge of just how much blood something could lose before they were too far gone.

Even after the question was asked of him, Boone didn't jump to answer, the sniper taking a moment to poke at the fire with a nearby stick saved for such a purpose before setting it back to the side. "Bit of both. Left a day or so ago, decided to turn back after catching wind of a legion raiding party that might be heading this way. Want to make sure my bullet's there to greet them the moment their heads come over that horizon." Well, there was no real question as to where his loyalties lied...

"...How about you? Come all this way just to shoot a gecko?" The faintest hint of a smile at that, all the time Boone had spent around the courier and their friends companions since getting picked up in Novac back towards the start of all this cracking through the rubble of the usually stony man, no matter how much he tried to fight it.

#no sound but the wind: boone #wasteland-muses #mudskip-muses #fromacrossthestars #from-across-the-stars

[standingxbear]

"But not how you live," Bear touched her lightly on the shoulder as he moved past her. He held his hands up but was a quick enough draw with his knives to put someone down before any real harm was done. But they had a kid with them, Standing Bear saw as he moved closer. Would they really be so stupid?

"W-we just need water, please." The woman said, dressed in slapdash leather and metal armor. She did look dehydrated and frazzled. The kid, Standing Bear saw, was... hopefully sleeping, curled up in the shopping trolley.

"Is the child alright?" Bear asked first. The man pushing the trolley kept both hands on the bar, the woman held her hands up in surrender. The man shook his head, his bearded sun burnt face streaked with tears through the dust on his face.

"Sir, I think our little girl is dyin'. Please, we need a doctor. But we-- got set on by fiends-- I don't know. They took most of our supplies... They..." The man sobbed and the woman clung to him, burying her face in her husband's neck. He held his wife. "They stuck somethin' in Fifi and ran off. Laughin' like... a bunch of devils. She been sweatin' for hours, won't wake up, but she still breathin'. Please, y'all gotta help us out..."

"We'll get you to a doctor. I promise you. I'm Standing Bear. This is my friend, Fiona." Bear touched his chest, then gestured to Fiona behind him.

The woman gave a short laugh and the man smiled through his tears. The woman approached Bear, grabbing his hand and holding it close to her. Bear was a little higher on alert, but the woman and man appeared to be unarmed. Almost entirely. The man had a empty looking bag at his side.

"That's our girl's name. God brought y'all to us!" She hugged Bear, sobbing now. Standing Bear hugged her briefly back before holding her at arm's length.

"We should get you to the doctor." He reached in his bag, taking a bottle of purified water out and handing it to her. "Let's get going."

trap | fiona & standing bear

@fionainculta​ sent…

“No, this doesn’t feel like a trap at all….”

“Calm down… Perhaps they are telling the truth, Fiona. What good is living without trust?”

#trap: fiona #not my boyfriend seeing your FC and looking up Lights on spotify LOL

[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 #might sting: toni #thread

[standingxbear]

@mojavc sent...

[BANDAGES] The sender carefully wraps a bandage around the receiver's forearm, securing it to protect the cuts.

The fact that Standing Bear had made it out of that building alive was a goddamn miracle. He'd been bleeding, nearly passed out when Wally found him in one of her stash points, an old dried out sewer tunnel. That was the one he frequented the most, leaving her supplies, silly jokes and messages, even toys he found.

He was awake and after several stimpaks from Wally, having run out of his own, he was stable. He'd been shot, luckily the bullet had gone clean though his thigh, and then stabbed several times. Some explosion or another had gone off, judging by all the metal debris stuck in his arms that Wally had spent several minutes pulling out before bandaging up his arms now.

Bear stayed quiet, except for the occasional sniffle. He cried steadily, silently, but said nothing to his friend. Not where he had been, why he had returned so fucked up, or what he had seen to cause this reaction. He didn't know if he could.

His own enslavement was something he rarely spoke of, if ever. The things he had been made to do, the children he was denied to care for... Death was a part of life, and it was too often seen in the desert wasteland. But enslavement and the cruelty and torture that came with it... the dehumanization of people, of children, was sometimes too much for him to bear.

#mojavc #too much to bear: wally #WELL HOWDY STRANGER! #Oops I got real heavy real fast :3

[standingxbear]

After-Action Patch-Up starters

"Hold still, [name], this might sting a bit." "You're lucky it's just a few scratches. You need to be more careful!" "Don't be such a baby. It's just a flesh wound." "I can't believe you jumped into that fray without thinking! What were you trying to prove?" "Here, let me help. I've had my fair share of battle wounds." "Ouch! Warn me before you start cleaning those cuts." "You're a mess. How did you even get into this situation?" "I never thought I'd see you so vulnerable. It's strange." "Let's patch you up before anyone else sees you like this." "You really need to work on your combat skills. I can't keep playing nursemaid." "I've got the first aid kit. Sit down, and let me take care of those injuries." "You did well out there, but you're not invincible. Let me help." "I told you not to charge in without a plan. Now look at you." "It's nothing serious, just a few cuts and bruises. You'll be fine." "I can't believe you're complaining about a little pain. You should see what I've been through." "Hold on, I'll get the antiseptic. This might sting a bit." "You're surprisingly fragile for someone who fights so fiercely." "You really know how to ruin a perfectly good day, don't you?" "I never expected to see you in need of my care. Life is full of surprises." "I suppose I should thank you for saving me, even if it means playing nurse now."

[CLEANS] The sender takes a cotton swab and gently cleans the dirt and blood from the receiver's wounds. [BANDAGES] The sender carefully wraps a bandage around the receiver's forearm, securing it to protect the cuts. [SCOLDS] The sender scolds the receiver, shaking their head as they tend to the injuries. [REACTS] The receiver winces as the sender applies antiseptic to a particularly nasty cut on their cheek. [COMFORTS] The sender reassures the receiver, offering comfort while tending to the injuries. [DISINFECTS] The sender pours antiseptic on a wound, causing the receiver to inhale sharply at the stinging sensation. [INSPECTS] The sender inspects the wounds, noting any deeper cuts that might need more attention. [LECTURES] The sender lectures the receiver, advising them to think before acting to avoid future injuries. [SMILES] Despite scolding, the sender smiles reassuringly, trying to ease the tension in the room. [COMPLAINS] The receiver complains about the pain, prompting the sender to roll their eyes and continue their work. [WORRIES] The sender expresses worry, sharing their concern for the receiver's well-being. [TREATS] The sender skillfully treats each injury, showcasing their competence in basic first aid. [ADMONISHES] The sender admonishes the receiver, emphasizing the potential severity of the situation. [ASSESSES] The sender assesses the overall damage, silently noting the toll the fight took on the receiver. [DISAPPROVES] The sender expresses disapproval, stating that putting oneself in danger is not acceptable. [ASSURES] The sender assures the receiver, claiming that despite appearances, the injuries will heal quickly. [HESITATES] The receiver hesitates as the sender reaches for a needle and thread to stitch up a deeper cut. [SYMPATHIZES] The sender sympathizes with the receiver, acknowledging the pain while praising their efforts. [SCANS] The sender scans the receiver's body for any hidden injuries, ensuring nothing was overlooked. [GRATEFUL] The receiver expresses gratitude to the sender for taking care of them amid the discomfort.

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