thiscruelearth-blog
"Vae Victis!"
Fallout OC Multi-Muse Blog + Mun: Red + Featured Muse: Mars + Blog Theme by MagnusThemes
510 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
sweet-n-sour-chicken
Untitled
lovedbee
cats
mike-yu-wigs
hair wig closure
aethersea
Grammar Pirate
weirdass-shiptournament
“Okay But Hear Me Out-“
Text
A Status Update
Alright, so its been a long ass time since I’ve actually logged onto this account. The semester’s finally over for me and I’ve had some time to breathe now after scrambling to get my grades to a decent level in order to continue moving towards my career goals. I celebrated my 20th birthday. I got a new position as a Kroger Pharmacy CpHT. I helped oversee the beginning of the rush process for new members of my fraternity.
With all that said, its pretty obvious I haven’t had the time to really dive into the community and RP. And because of my issues that I’ve had and inflicted on others, perhaps that’s a good thing that I’ve left the scene for a while.
I’m not going to elaborate again on what I did wrong to people and how I’m sorry. I still am. I don’t know if people still hold what I’ve done against them. Either yes or no, I just want to focus on the present, and the present includes me trying to reintegrate myself as a better member of the RP community here on Tumblr. That’s it. I just want that chance to do it again.
On another note, I’ve used my free nights to really get into Fallout 4 and, just a day or so ago, Battlefield 1 on Xbox One. If you have a system, let me know! I’d love to play with you or share content through Live.
Also, my Discord is open to anyone who wants to talk.
Gamertag: RedEastMovement
Discord: ty.mars.#5113
27 notes
·
View notes
Text
when you have an idea for an AU but realize no one would probably RP it with you
7K notes
·
View notes
Text
mun Party
This was me in preparation/during/and after my O. Chem II exam:
That said, I really want to chill so I was wondering if y’all were interested in a massive online Cards Against Humanity game here
I’m free tonight maybe at around 10PM CST (since I’m in Texas ffs). I won’t start the game tho unless I at least get 5 reblogs to let me know it’s actually worth doing after a long day.
Cheers!
-Red
1 note
·
View note
Text
Reblog this if you don’t mind doing multiple threads at a time with someone.
18K notes
·
View notes
Text
Anon or not, tell me what your favourite ship with my muse is.
16K notes
·
View notes
Text
“Heartaches by the number, Troubles by the score....But the day I stop counting...That’s the day my world will end...”
Mars had to grip the rails inside the elevator as his hulking form was wracked with a wheezing, dry cough. No, he was not sick. Simply stated, ever since he crossed the threshold into the Lucky 38 his breathing simply began to hitch up, his heart beating a million beats a minute. A voice inside his head told him to calm down, and another voice immediately told it to shut the hell up. He had every damn right to be nervous as hell.
Five years. Five years had he been separated from his wife and, then-unborn child. Five years since a kind stranger helped him escape servitude in a foreign land, in what seemed to be a million miles away from the Mojave. The land of myth and legend that his beloved Yun hailed from.
Lots of things can happen in five years. Bones are broken. Bones are healed. Flesh ripped by whips. Flesh healed with gauze strips. So much prayer. So much cursing. This at least he knew, and didn’t give him cause for worry. What threatened to tear him apart and send him in his wretched fetal state were things that he did not know. Too many to even list. Too many to even begin.
Luckily, as the elevator neared its destination, he was able to compose himself, even giving him a spare second or two to straighten out his plain, black duster. Nothing to denote who he was, or even what nation he was from. When the door opened, he found himself staring at... closed door a few steps from the elevator, a door that had not been there before....or had it been? The attendant in the front lobby had not been necessarily too helpful or informative about what to expect from Mistress Yun. Perhaps that’s the inevitable consequence of nearly choking the poor lad to death when he had the nerve to call him a feral upon laying eyes upon his mangled face.
Lurching forward, his heart again sped up to the point where the threat of collapsing onto the floor was a very real possibility. Yet he was so close to turning what was a surreal dream into an even more incredible reality; Mars willed himself to remain standing, although shaking, at the foot of the door. He brought a shaking fist to the surface of the large door, giving three knocks, with the little strength he could muster left.
Welcome Home (RP with thiscruelearth)
She held his partially destroyed helmet in her hands, tracing the edges of it as she listened to her daughter laugh as she played with the dog they recently took in.
Her sweet Diana, strong little girl of her beloved Mars. Skin paler than her mother’s but not as pale as her father’s with near permeate rosy cheeks from her play in the sun. Dark hair that when the light shinned on it just right showed its beautiful tint of red, thick and long. A tall girl for her young age of five, like both her parents. A beautiful young girl who was full of life and energy and was the light of Yun’s life. The reason she didn’t just leave this place when the ranger showed up with helmet in hand.
She stood up and put the helmet back on its spot on the self before going over to her little girl, scooping her giggling form up and kissing her chubby cheeks, Diana’s smile cheering her up instantly. The small girl wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck, burying her face in her shoulder when the intercom buzzed, signalling someone was coming up to see her.
She sighed, deciding to wait till she heard the knocking at the door before she put her daughter down, not wanting to deal with whatever bullshit was waiting for her to deal with. She just wanted to relish what she had left of her family.
@thiscruelearth
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
When Yun’s hip roll signalled him that it was okay to Move, Mars did not hesitate to do so. He concentrated not on speed, but the depth and power of his thrusts, often causing the smaller woman under him to shake even in the support of his one arm firmly wrapped around her back.
His other hand moved up her body, eventually landing on one of her breasts. Gently cupping it, his fingers would occasionally bend down to flick the small bud in the center, usually with every time he pulled away to ready for another thrust, eventually causing it to stiffen.
Throughout this, he continued to grunt as he moved within her, breathless gasps for air occasionally interspersed in between them.
“How...ungh...else can I spoil...you, Yun...?”
Meeting on the Strip
50 notes
·
View notes
Text
I want to see what NSFW headcanons you have for my character. Go on anon if you’d like. Be as graphic or as vague as you want. If I like it, I’ll accept it.
31K notes
·
View notes
Photo
@bezbozhniik / @mcrtuivivosdocent / @evanescent-red-light / @msgold63
The fear of the LORD prolongs life, But the years of the WICKED will be shortened.
PROVERBS 10:27
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
There’s a good reason why I support a fan fiction writer’s right to depict abuse in their fics while also criticizing shit like “Twilight” and “50 Shades of Grey.”
The thing is, not only is fan fiction for a much more niche audience, but when fic writers portray abuse in their stories then chances are they’re gonna tag it as “abuse.” A reader will see the tag and know “OK, this isn’t going to be healthy relationship behavior. Gotcha.” But popular mainstream publications like Twilight and 50 Shades have no warnings or disclaimers saying “This is not healthy relationship behavior, it’s abuse.” As a matter of fact, they’re passed off as ideal portrayals of relationships and BDSM to a much wider audience than your average whump fic could ever hope to reach.
So when it comes to fiction, it’s not hypocritical to point out problems in mainstream fare while ignoring some properly-tagged fic on Ao3 that was likely written by someone who was working through some shit with a healthy outlet. Context matters with these things.
6K notes
·
View notes
Text
RP starters: Concern.
“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”
“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”
“Blood? Are you bleeding?”
“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”
“I thought I would never see you again…”
“We should get you to hospital.”
“Where did all those bruises came from?”
“I have the right to be worried!”
“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”
“Sleep at my place tonight.”
“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”
“Please talk to me about it.”
“Let me take care of you.”
“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”
“How many times have I told you to not go there?”
“You could’ve died, you know…”
“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”
“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”
“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”
“I’m your friend, of course I care!”
“You know I’m always here for you, right?”
“You’re not okay.”
“I’m just trying to help you.”
“Let me clean your wounds…”
“Why did you do it? Tell me.”
45K notes
·
View notes
Text
@waste-land-artist
Appreciate your girl’s lingerie before taking it off.
272K notes
·
View notes
Text
Reblog if you actually like my blog (*˙︶˙*)☆*°
248K notes
·
View notes
Conversation
New Vegas: "I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me."
Also New Vegas: "Nobody's dick is that long, not even Long Dick Johnson, and he had a fucking long dick. Thus, the name."
22K notes
·
View notes
Photo
For @onewiththeglow
41K notes
·
View notes