They were Bennemies

General Info:

Hello, welcome to my iggy. I finally caved and made a fallout oc/fanfiction/art adjacent blog for myself! (with the occasional old hyperfixation or tally hall tangent lolol)

-22* y/o

-Longtime lurker in the fallout fandom, I've been in it for about a decade, now.

-Fallout content I enjoy: 3 (Into the pit, Point Lookout), NV (OWB, DM), 4 (Far Harbor, Wasteland workshop lol)

- I LOVE MY OC SILVER!!!!

-Please don't interact (DM/send me asks) unless you're 18+. It creeps me out.

OCs!

Fallout:

-Silver "Six" Connolly (what...? Yeah, that's their last name, why are you asking?)

-Catherine H. Myers (Ohhh, woooow a LW named after her mother, how origi--*dissolves into a bloody mess*)

-Tobias (everyone’s favorite dead beat dad)

((Ngl I’m probs never gonna write for him but I like the idea of him))

Links

AO3- Sotries

Okay, that's it. have funsies.

Messing around with young Silver and their later adult design in general. I imagine they're like, 10/12 in the one on the left, and 28 on the right. They're all pouty bc I collected sketches from like 3 different "pages" and decided I wanted to color/compile them all lol. Rare Hope appearance for funsies; I'm still working out her design she is not supposed to be that blonde lol.

I liked the idea of young Silver having a hair silhouette that matches their older counterpart while still being unique/different to that time of their life (when they wanted longer hair). They usually wear their hair in pigtails, kind of matching that mullet shape (supporting their, at the time, love of ribbons). When they were a teenager they gravitated toward braids, and during a good chunk of their trek across the US, they preferred freeform locs. (These aren't the singular hairstyle they have for a given age, more like, if I draw them in that style that's most likely the time frame I'm trying to get across)

HOWEVER, I doubt Bethesda can do any better either, given the big gap between singleplayer fallout games. I'm just happy we don't have to wait another decade for the next Elder Scrolls then ANOTHER for Fallout (how things were looking before they gave the job to Obsidian). I just have and always will hate the Obsidian savior thing as someone who actively plays and enjoys their modern games.

If I ever wrote a soulmate AU in the fallout setting, it would hinge on the idea of soulmates not really being that "important". Soulmates compliment/mirror one another rather than subtracting, so it won't feel as if something is missing or anything.

Soulmates would be completely random and wouldn't be determined by proximity, meaning that one could end up with someone from anywhere. I'd imagine that soulmates held much more social power pre war, but given it's the wasteland, it's extremely unlikely anyone would ever be able to physically meet. This means two people who have different soulmates can still love and be in a relationship with each other.

Which brings me to my next point: just because someone has a soulmate, doesn't mean that they need to be together in a romantic relationship. It's just kind of a, they share the same/extremely compatible souls kinda thing.

That being said, whatever relationship soulmates choose to have is 100% amplified, meaning two soulmates could probably end up absolutely hating each other's guts down to their very being. That also means that there could be a stereotypical lovey dovey soulmate thing going on if that's how it translates.

Also, the importance of soulmates pre war largely lies within the group perceiving it. I imagine there could be a vault where everyone miraculously manages to match with someone also in the vault every single time (via dumb luck or evil ass vault tec soul experimentation) and thus values the thought of soulmates better. This, opposed to someone like a settler whose soulmate died years ago in a raider attack two states over while they were none the wiser.

The weird thing is when two soulmates defy the odds and meet naturally; it's eyebrow raising. ("that guy's met his soulmate, sounds like a synth to me!")

What I mean is that when they beg for anything or show the smallest bit of discomfort, he'll immediately cave. Sneaking sugary drinks and snacks into whatever post war equivalent's hospital room they're holed up in. The doctor's weaning S/O off Med-X and they're still hurting? He's got five vials in his back pocket and has to be tackled.