#mayflowermarred

[ivakir]

9. On OOC posts.

Mun Views

  I don't like when 90% of content of the rp blog is ooc posts, especially when most of them is about self-hate. Oh, and posts like "I have just shitted", I mean, a very useless information. I usually unfollow when it becomes... too much.

   The other moment about ooc posts and ooc information in general is when people don't care about their safety in the internet and they post very private stuff about their life: where they live, the names of their relatives, the street outside of their window. That info could be used against them. I am also very confused when I see rpers writing "I would like to know my partner ooc before rping them", like, why do you need it? What kind of info, besides my age and my writing level, would motivate you to write with me? Why do you want to know about me? Strange... 

[the-last-command]

Which fandom(s) do you wanna roleplay in/crossover with but you’re too afraid to approach?

{{ The Elder Scrolls would be one choice of mine. Before discovering Fallout, The Elder Scrolls was my jam. There’s just something about Nirn that fascinates me so much. I love the cultures, the lore and the people in between. }}

{{ That being said, I find the lore overwhelming and intimidating. You have so many purposeful contradictions, it becomes confusing. I’ve already have in mind what characters I want, but how to integrate them is the problem. }}

{{ Though I suppose one of these days, I’ll find a way. }}

[thx-lost-yxars]

🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior?

{{ He doesn’t feel much about animals. They’re either beasts of burden, or his next meal, there’s nothing in-between. At his core, Scratch is about survival, not luxuries. He views owning pets as another luxury, something he cannot afford. }}

{{ On treating animals, just view how he treats people. He cares nothing about the welfare of people, nor does he about animals. If the animal benefits him, Scratch tolerates it. If not, Scratch removes it. He has no feelings, no emotions for any lowly creature, he cares only for usefulness. Or sustenance. }}  

[weroyals]

@mayflowermarred​

✦ VANDALENMÄDCHEN

    Stumbling over a curb, Audrey loudly shushed herself, holding the brick she’d pried out of the sidewalk a couple blocks away from Nate’s apartment under her leather jacket. It was late, almost 3am, and she knew he’d be home…unless he was out with that floozie they’d broken up over. “We’re just friends,” she mimicked before shushing herself again. She’d been crying and was obviously drunk, but there weren’t many out on the narrow cobblestone streets of the Bunker Hill neighborhood this time in the morning. Once she found Nate’s doorstep, she pulled the brick out, drew her arm back and hurled it at the second-story window of the tidy colonial brick building, nearly knocking herself over as she did so. She grinned at the sound of shattering glass, crossing her arms as she waiting for Nate to come to the window. “Nate! You fucking asshole!” They’d been together since they were fifteen (so four entire years, and best friends before that) and this was how he was gonna treat her? “I hope that nasty little bitch gives you crabs! Is she there? Tell her to come out, I wanna talk!” Audrey did not want to talk. She wanted to break the other girl’s nose and she had enough vodka in her to actually do it. When the light turned on and it wasn’t Nate that appeared in the window, Audrey froze, her mouth falling open as her gaze drifted to the number over the entrance to the building. 435. Nate and his brother lived at 425. “Oh…Oh my god. Sir, I am…I am SO sorry. I…um. This is the wrong building. I’ll write you a check for the window, can we not call the police? My dad will kill me.” She started fumbling through her purse, looking for a pen.

           ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ The  girl  was  not  was  he  would  have  expected   to see on looking outside,  heart beating race car fast while his arms tingled with this fight — or — flight rush that had him ready to throw hands.  If Oswald were entirely honest,  he would have expected some group of teenage boys high on hormones,  come to take out their frustrations toward the world  &  its uncertainties on the local Jewish European immigrant   (  thankfully  not  something  he’d  ever  suffered,   mind,   but  a  realistic  possibility  nonetheless ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒   even  in  a  nice  neighborhood  like  this  one  ).

            So,  to find a panicked girl out there in tatters was almost a relief.  If this whole thing was a misunderstanding,  rather than a deliberate attack,  well.  His hissed German swearing tapered off into an emotion that was a lot closer to befuddlement than anything else,   &  he stood for a long moment just staring in abject disbelief,  lips pressed together lightly while his body tried to understand that it didn’t need to fight anybody,   &  his brain tried to understand what the hell was actually happening.

           He clicked his tongue.  Soft reset.  What an awakening this was   (  goodness  knew  he  wasn’t  about  to  get  any  more  sleep  tonight  !!  ).

            ❝ Miss,  are you quite alright ? ❞    he called down through the shattered window,  projecting his thickly  — accented voice with the practiced skill of his profession.  Might as well start there.  He was honestly not sure how to handle this.  He was still shaking,  still strung a bit high from the brief terror of expectation. 

           ❝ What’s got you throwing bricks through innocent people’s windows at this hour,  if this was an accident ?   You nearly gave me a heart attack !! ❞

[vaultecalling]

19. On icon/gif/image use.

Mun Views

When it comes to icons, gifs, and images (usually banners, as this seems to be the trend lately)... I don’t wike it. 

You see images and banners in news articles and large websites where it really needs it? There needs to be some context to the text. There needs to be some sort of branding and marketing on the page. 

This is fucking roleplaying and isn’t necessary. 

I might not mind icons, but  nobody makes them correctly. They just create a shitty 150x150 dimension image and don’t take into consideration that it does not translate well to mobile or on a mobile browser. Take advantage of transparent pixels, please, and make it a 150x540 image so it doesn’t turn into a giant blob when I open up tumblr mobile and try to feverishly scroll the fuck away from your ugly post. 

Now, this is mostly tumblr’s fault, as usual, but ffs this is the best workaround for perfect icons. it’s not that hard. Also, the perfect way to line up your icon how ever you want it. justified right, left, centered? You can do it.

Or not, fuck, what do I care?

Images are distracting, very busy, and most people on this site have no education or direction when it comes to web design and user accessibility. And that’s not even mentioning very important concepts like color theory and the importance of using legible FONT. 

In the end, people who heavily rely on imagery in their posts aren’t writing much to begin with and It’s a huge indicator to me... not to interact with them. The end. 

[grandzealot]

♬ - A song that makes me think of our ship. (Goin' old school with that Richter X Gwyneth biz ;) )

song notes meme || [ accepting ]

oooo i want to choose some songs i havent posted to this blog before so ill go for arctic monkeys - do i wanna know? for before she leaves but also barry adamson - people for after ( tho he wouldnt ever use the word ‘dumb’ like that and particularly not in relation to her the overall mood and thought process fits hehehe )

[s0ldier-of-misfortune-archive]

Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired a Nuka Cola bottle with a mystery concoction in it. It is labeled "Drink me."

{  Grasping the cola, Redwood stared upon the label. At no point, Redwood considered on consuming the mystery concoction. Disappointed, Redwood turned and handed the drink away. A fellow mercenary, dim and hard-headed, received the drink from Redwood. While Redwood searched the chest further, the dimwit quickly consumed the drink without much patience. Redwood was taken back, though should have expect much from him. Finishing with the drink, the mercenary burped and smiled. Though suddenly, his face started to cringe and frown. Placing his hand over his stomach, he started to loose balance. Knowing what’s coming, he rushed towards the treasure chest, nearly pushing Redwood aside.  }

{  Soon enough, without much warning, the dumb mercenary puked. A fountain of vomit, poured straight into the chest. The other contents of the chest were ruined by his vile outburst. Redwood stood there, disgusted beyond words. He never has seen such a horrific image.  }

[bi0w0lf]

🍒 : how much does my muse value companionship? do they constantly keep people around them, or do they prefer to be alone often? do they have or desire to have many friends? do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?

Fruity Ask Prompts

   Thomas is probably one of my most incredibly complicated muses when it comes to this subject. He absolutely despises being alone. Especially sleeping alone. His family is large and he is used to always having company, so it is strange that as he grows older he begins to separate himself from others. Thomas always, no matter the verse, tends to alienate himself from those who care for him and that he cares about, and it is usually due to internal conflict with his self worth.    As far as friendship... He definitely does not value each meeting with strangers as a chance at a new friend, but those friends he does have... he always wishes they were close and will cherish them always. Thomas is stupidly loyal to a fault. 

[scarecrow-forest]

Half body with shading commission of @that-kid-from-vault-101​‘s lone wanderer Aaron for @mayflowermarred

Thank you so much!!:D

[tcxastough]

@mayflowermarred

       It wasn’t everyday you saw multiple old synth models lying around in a pile outside of an old gas station. Turrets scanned the area, stationary and ever watchful as they stood guard for whatever was inside. For now, they seemed passive, and would allow passage inside.

       “Who... who are you...?” There was a wounded woman huddled in the corner of the room, poking her gun from behind the counter and pointing it at the other.  It seemed the multiple turrets and sentries littered about the small building followed her example, ready to fire at any given moment. Not too far away was a human body stripped down to his underwear. Judging from the black coat the injured woman was wearing, it could be assumed that the human body wasn’t human, but a synth, and a courser, no less.

       “A-are you... Are you one’a them Institute folks? Hn? You trynna’ do me in...? I’ve told y’all once I’ve told y’all a thousand times, I ain’t goin’ with ya. Back off.” Judging from the woman’s accent, she clearly wasn’t from the Boston area.  

[ivakir]

🔥 shipping

send 🔥 for unpopular opinion

  Most roleplayers here are lazy. They don't want to roleplay and reply to threads, they just want to write quick ships which will exist for two weeks and then find a new toy. I don’t call it bad, but it’s not a nice feeling when people play with you, because they just want to ship, but then they drop you as a partner, because my muse is not in love with their muse after they held her hand once.

[the-last-command]

something that gives your muse hope.

{{ Born in 2033, Redwood has seen almost everything from The Blue Flu to the opening nuclear salvos of The Great War, then everything that came after that. Sufficed to say, Redwood experienced humanity’s darkest moments. These experiences hardened Redwood, freezing his heart and even his humanity.  }}  

{{ To many, Redwood appears as a misanthropic, heartless cynic. He constantly doubts humanity, by regularly insulting and thrashing the entire human race. Though honestly, Redwood still does believe in humanity.  }}

{{ After what should be the end {The Great War}, humanity survived and even thrived. Humanity has risen above the ashes, to reclaim lost knowledge and lost ideas. Slowly and surely, humanity is restoring what they lost. Of course, humanity might stumble, or even make mistakes. There are problems, serious predicaments that need fixing.  }}

{{ Regardless, humanity is striving towards progress. That is something, which gives Redwood hope.  }}  

[thx-lost-yxars]

☂ Have you ever been forgiven when you knew you shouldn’t have been?

{{ TBH not really. }}

{{ I’ve made mistakes, some very stupid mistakes. Yet regardless, I never beat myself up over them. I get up, study what went wrong and move on. I learn what lessons there are and improve myself. If I’m forgiven, I’m forgiven, end of story. I shouldn’t throw my mind into some “star-chamber” trial, questioning whether or not I deserved forgiveness. If I did that, I would just be hurting myself. }}

[radioactivehearts]

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any? (Petra)

Truthfully, she wouldn’t send a thing.

Due to her devotion to the progression of medicine and her faith - having belonged to the Catholic Church as a religious sister and still remaining religious to this day - Petra feels where she is now in life is fate.

She wouldn’t change any event in her life, no matter how grim and horrific it’s been because she believes she is meant to carry on taking care of others beyond the disasters that have befallen the world. That is her purpose.

Dwelling on what ‘could have been’ isn’t seen as a productive use of her time, and is a feeling she doesn’t care to revisit since she already went through a massive struggle with doubt and depression for nearly a century after becoming a ghoul. Now she is determined to stay rooted in the present and trust that she is on the right path.

[tendherheart-archive-blog]

Arborvitae - Does your muse have a friend that they’d stay beside to the gritty end for, and their friend for them? Did they ever have one that they thought they would but in the end they didn’t?

Yes, there is one person she will always be there for: Her personal bodyguard and life partner, Matthieu Dorval, who she met and rescued from being captured in August 2077 in New York after defecting from the United States Armed Forces after the annexation of Canada.Food and energy riots had broken out on American and Canadian soil and numerous military personnel defected from both sides during the fallout of the annexation, causing defectors and rioters alike to be captured, imprisoned, and killed. With a bleeding heart, Petra helped to hide and protect numerous defectors and civilians, American and Canadian alike, into the homes and personal bunkers of anyone who would take them. Eventually, not only had Petra been caught in this act of defiance against her country, using her sisterhood as a cover, but she and many other clergymen were banished from the church and imprisoned.Matthieu, having heard about the imprisonment of Petra and the many clergymen that had helped him and so many people, rallied a massive group of ex-military personnel and civilians in NY to help free the people that had worked so hard to protect them. They were successful and managed to overrun several temporary prisons in the city to free those they believed were wrongfully accused, if only for a few months.  Come October and the Great War, the group moved quickly to seek shelter as the world around began to panic more than ever: everyone could see missiles coming and going in the distance. Running to a nearby elementary school, battling through crowds together to reach the bunker there, Petra and Matthieu managed to get inside. Sadly, they didn’t get the security door fully shut in time as missiles began to hammer into NY.To their surprise, they woke up later; ash-covered, choking, and their skin burnt beyond recognition, wondering if they made it into hell. They were the only two inside that had survived in that bunker and the horrors that awaited them outside were unimaginable. 

For over two hundred years since, Petra and Matthieu have endured the wasteland together, forever loyal to one another, as they continue fighting to help those in need.

[grandzealot]

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@littlezas​ Oooh, could you send me that brush? I've been playing around with my tablet recently and haven't found one I like.

[ [ its in this set – its the one right after the ones i outlined in red, the size 175 one c: ] ]