shh i know how u feel

i see a lot of private/selective blogs that i would LOVE to rp with but im not sure if they’d rp w/ a lazy potato like me so i just stay quiet lmao

I’ve gotta admit Private/Selective Blogs always make me feel that I”m never going to be good enough for them. And it’s not thing they do besides just saying that they’re private and/or selective.

Trust me, I know how that feels too, especially when you're in a different fandom, have multiple blogs, or use an OC. I don't know why, but the Selective/Private Blogs intimidate me, no matter what character it is or how friendly the mun/muns of the blogs are. And that's just because they're Private/Selective. In my case for one of my other blogs, the almost dead fandom it's for is almost completely comprised of Private/Selective blogs and I'm unsure if they'll even bother speaking to me as well as I'm too intimidated to speak to them first.

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Every time I do this I get weird af anons n I love it 🐝🐝🐝

Sad deathclaw :D What is he thinking about?

maybe not thinking. just waiting.

an unexpected rescue!

Super detailed questions about your OCs

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything? 2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them? 3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? 5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults? 6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate? 7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? 8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? 9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? 10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect? 11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies? 12. What is their favourite food? 13. What is their least favourite food? 14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal? 15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? 16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? 17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos? 18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else 19. What’s their least favourite genres? 20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? 21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper? 22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back? 23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces? 24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress? 25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves? 26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? 27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad? 28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared? 29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? 30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out? 31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing? 32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like? 33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties? 34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body? 35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing? 37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction? 38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had? 39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? 40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert? 41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship? 42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition? 43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people? 44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? 45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? 46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves? 47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event? 48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend? 49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them? 50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

“I know. And that’s because it’s MY goddamn Alpha Deathclaw.” He didn’t know who this man… Robot… Whatever, this male wanted to shoot his only friend in this world and he wasn’t going to let him shoot the creature. Over a year of dealing with people pointing their guns at it and even shooting it, Louis has had enough. The kid pulled out both of his .45 pistols and spun them around his fingers. “You shoot it, you’re going to regret it later, Amigo.”

“… ‘Your’??” Nick had to do a double take on that one.

This kid–'owned’ a deathclaw?? The most lethal god damn creature in the world?!

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t just lower his weapon infront of a monster that dangerous. Despite what the kid was doing. Pulling pistols on him?? When he was only trying to keep the damn kid alive!

“Look kiddo…that thing is dangerous…! I’ve seen these things tear men limb from limb! Standing so close to it is asking for trouble-believe me!”

He kept the gun aimed at the beast, but to show he was not hostile towards the child, he held one hand off the gun and infront of his body like he was surrendering.

“I’m only trying to help– these creature’s aren’t tamable pets, kid… One smell of blood off ya and that thing will chow down on you like a freshly cooked noodle cup.”

“I’ve traveled from Vegas to here with this beast, lived with it for over a year, and we fight together like a well-oiled machine!” The child holstered one of his guns and climbed onto the back of the massive creature, then looked down at the Synth. “I use this big lug as my pillow at night. Even when I’m bleeding or injured, it uses itself as a meat shield to protect me. You see a bloodthirsty monster, I see a massive reptilian companion.” The child spun the chamber to the revolver and pulled back the hammer before putting it away. “Now unless you want the best gunslinger/animal tamer in the Commonwealth and his traveling beast companion to be on your list of enemies, I suggest you put your gun away. I’d rather not have any bad blood between someone I just met.”

Nick watched in horrified awe as the pre-teen climbed onto the lumbering beast like it was a pack brahmin. The thing didn’t even flinch, well used to the young boy clambering all over it, seemingly.

“Well now…” He guffawed, slowly, reluctantly lowering his weapon and scratching his temple with his free hand. He couldn’t keep the awed confusion from his mottled face.

“… You managed to tame a Deathclaw…huh.” he dropped his hand and looked down to replace his gun under his trenchcoat before returning eye contact.

“Thats… Quite a feat for someone of your age, kiddo. Perhaps the thing- erm, creature recently lost offspring before stumbling across you… You said you came all the way from Vegas? Just you and the…Deathclaw?”

“I’ve tamed practically every type beast there is in the waste, the only exceptions being Feral Ghouls and Spore Carriers. Each one I tame I call a victory in my book.” The child jumped down off of the Deathclaw’s shoulders and landed in front of it. The look of awe and confusion on the detective’s face couldn’t help but make him crack a smile. “I doubt that losing a child was what caused Dagg to start following me. He was on my property and he was hunting for food, that was pretty damn obvious.” He leaned against it’s leg and looked at the beast, then back to Valentine. “Yeah. Just me, this behemoth, plenty of ammo, and a long road ahead that we paved with the blood of our attackers. It took a year of traveling across the country and killing to get here.”

He was still slack jawed. This kid. LITERALLY a kid, travelled across the entire county by himself with a TRAINED Deathclaw by his side. And by the sounds of his boasting and the little gun spinning tricks he pulled, he was probably a seasoned killer.

This newest generationwas certainly a step up from the nose picking video game kids of the Old Nick’s days.

“… How old are you, kid? You’re either lying through your behind or you’re a lot older than I think you are.” He could feel himself itching for a cigarette right about now. but he wouldn’t smoke infront of a kid. No matter how…mature this kid seemed.

“Why travel across the entire country? Are you headed somewhere, looking for family?’

"Twelve. I don't lie and unless you thought I was nine, your guess was probably right. If this was the old world, then I wouldn't be able to have a gun... Or wet my whistle with the alcohol that I always find in those places where Raiders set up their homes." He chuckled and pulled out a bottle of beer, cracking the cap off with a smile. This man was asking a lot of questions, almost as if he was a detective, but he didn't really mind. As soon as the question 'why travel across the entire country' came out of the Synth's mouth, Louis couldn't help but sigh. "A group of Raiders slaughtered my family and I watched it all happen from the safety of a closet. I'm hunting those fuckers down and there here in the Commonwealth. I plan on killing them all." He chugged the beer and put it back into his bag.

“I know. And that’s because it’s MY goddamn Alpha Deathclaw.” He didn’t know who this man… Robot… Whatever, this male wanted to shoot his only friend in this world and he wasn’t going to let him shoot the creature. Over a year of dealing with people pointing their guns at it and even shooting it, Louis has had enough. The kid pulled out both of his .45 pistols and spun them around his fingers. “You shoot it, you’re going to regret it later, Amigo.”

“… ‘Your’??” Nick had to do a double take on that one.

This kid–'owned’ a deathclaw?? The most lethal god damn creature in the world?!

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t just lower his weapon infront of a monster that dangerous. Despite what the kid was doing. Pulling pistols on him?? When he was only trying to keep the damn kid alive!

“Look kiddo…that thing is dangerous…! I’ve seen these things tear men limb from limb! Standing so close to it is asking for trouble-believe me!”

He kept the gun aimed at the beast, but to show he was not hostile towards the child, he held one hand off the gun and infront of his body like he was surrendering.

“I’m only trying to help– these creature’s aren’t tamable pets, kid… One smell of blood off ya and that thing will chow down on you like a freshly cooked noodle cup.”

“I’ve traveled from Vegas to here with this beast, lived with it for over a year, and we fight together like a well-oiled machine!” The child holstered one of his guns and climbed onto the back of the massive creature, then looked down at the Synth. “I use this big lug as my pillow at night. Even when I’m bleeding or injured, it uses itself as a meat shield to protect me. You see a bloodthirsty monster, I see a massive reptilian companion.” The child spun the chamber to the revolver and pulled back the hammer before putting it away. “Now unless you want the best gunslinger/animal tamer in the Commonwealth and his traveling beast companion to be on your list of enemies, I suggest you put your gun away. I’d rather not have any bad blood between someone I just met.”

Nick watched in horrified awe as the pre-teen climbed onto the lumbering beast like it was a pack brahmin. The thing didn’t even flinch, well used to the young boy clambering all over it, seemingly.

“Well now…” He guffawed, slowly, reluctantly lowering his weapon and scratching his temple with his free hand. He couldn’t keep the awed confusion from his mottled face.

“… You managed to tame a Deathclaw…huh.” he dropped his hand and looked down to replace his gun under his trenchcoat before returning eye contact.

“Thats… Quite a feat for someone of your age, kiddo. Perhaps the thing- erm, creature recently lost offspring before stumbling across you… You said you came all the way from Vegas? Just you and the…Deathclaw?”

"I've tamed practically every type beast there is in the waste, the only exceptions being Feral Ghouls and Spore Carriers. Each one I tame I call a victory in my book." The child jumped down off of the Deathclaw's shoulders and landed in front of it. The look of awe and confusion on the detective's face couldn't help but make him crack a smile. "I doubt that losing a child was what caused Dagg to start following me. He was on my property and he was hunting for food, that was pretty damn obvious." He leaned against it's leg and looked at the beast, then back to Valentine. "Yeah. Just me, this behemoth, plenty of ammo, and a long road ahead that we paved with the blood of our attackers. It took a year of traveling across the country and killing to get here."

“I know. And that’s because it’s MY goddamn Alpha Deathclaw.” He didn’t know who this man… Robot… Whatever, this male wanted to shoot his only friend in this world and he wasn’t going to let him shoot the creature. Over a year of dealing with people pointing their guns at it and even shooting it, Louis has had enough. The kid pulled out both of his .45 pistols and spun them around his fingers. “You shoot it, you’re going to regret it later, Amigo.”

“… ‘Your’??” Nick had to do a double take on that one.

This kid–'owned’ a deathclaw?? The most lethal god damn creature in the world?!

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t just lower his weapon infront of a monster that dangerous. Despite what the kid was doing. Pulling pistols on him?? When he was only trying to keep the damn kid alive!

“Look kiddo…that thing is dangerous…! I’ve seen these things tear men limb from limb! Standing so close to it is asking for trouble-believe me!”

He kept the gun aimed at the beast, but to show he was not hostile towards the child, he held one hand off the gun and infront of his body like he was surrendering.

“I’m only trying to help– these creature’s aren’t tamable pets, kid… One smell of blood off ya and that thing will chow down on you like a freshly cooked noodle cup.”

“I’ve traveled from Vegas to here with this beast, lived with it for over a year, and we fight together like a well-oiled machine!” The child holstered one of his guns and climbed onto the back of the massive creature, then looked down at the Synth. “I use this big lug as my pillow at night. Even when I’m bleeding or injured, it uses itself as a meat shield to protect me. You see a bloodthirsty monster, I see a massive reptilian companion.” The child spun the chamber to the revolver and pulled back the hammer before putting it away. "Now unless you want the best gunslinger/animal tamer in the Commonwealth and his traveling beast companion to be on your list of enemies, I suggest you put your gun away. I'd rather not have any bad blood between someone I just met."

"I know. And that's because it's MY goddamn Alpha Deathclaw." He didn't know who this man... Robot... Whatever, this male wanted to shoot his only friend in this world and he wasn't going to let him shoot the creature. Over a year of dealing with people pointing their guns at it and even shooting it, Louis has had enough. The kid pulled out both of his .45 pistols and spun them around his fingers. "You shoot it, you're going to regret it later, Amigo."

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