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Taking fallout characters and ocs! Ocs are mutual exclusive 🤝
I plan on getting these done over the next few days 🤠
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Coming back into the fallout fandom to shame mankind
Howdy y'all!
Quick announcement but I will no longer be participating in the Artists of the Apocalypse events! I'd like to thank everyone for the lovely comments and reaching out to me outside of the events to chat, you all really made working those weekends enjoyable 💕
Thank you all so much for letting me draw your ocs, I've honestly fell in love with every design I worked with! With all this free time I'll still be participating in fallout fandom so, don't be a stranger!
Bursting in through the door with 3, 5, 12, 13, 18, 23, 32, 37, and 39 for you!
Starting off strong :^}
🖊️ + lovely Mr. Calloway 👀♥️
Where do I even start with this man 🙈 I've been reading a lot of Tennessee Williams and this one line in the glass menagerie really inspired Calloway, 'Go on-go to the moon you selfish dreamer!' and I'd love to twist that into a young Appalachian boy trying desperately to make something of himself, shunning those in his life to become anything but what he is!! Pre war he becomes a successful model, he's got the look down but when he tries to go into acting his accent is so thick no one will take him. After everything he's sacrificed all the people who had cared about him that he shunned and isolated it's still not enough, he just can't reach that dream. They tell him you can't sing, but you've got excellent stage presence, the talent is there if not for the country bumpkin coming through every line is whispered but perhaps a non speaking role would suit you far better is spoken to his face and it drives him up a wall! The bitterness and resentment become him ala the portrait of Dorian gray and what ever happened to baby Jane, by the time the bombs fall he's just another washed up schmuck at the end of the world 😭
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Ask me about my new ghoul boy
👏👏👏 I gotta hear more about synths in love please
Synths in love is my current no name Sunshine/X6-88 fic :sob: I'm mostly playing around with some flash back sequences of their time together in the institute, and their eventual reintroduction during the games main questline. Its mostly in X6's perspective and recounts his time alone within the institute following him helping Sunshine escape :3c
Basically, Father playing house making a synth of his deceased mother to care for the child synth he made of himself. Father discovers that the synth of his mother may physically resemble her but lacks any defining characteristics after a scavenged pre-war holotape of her is found. Realizing he won't get the response he'd have hoped for from the Sole Survivor he opts to just destroy the Nora synth and focus primarily on the child synth. The Nora synth, S1-13, has made quite an impression on the courser who found the scavenged holotape and he'll do everything in his power to get her topside and as far from the institute as possible. : D
It was a waste.
That’s why he was doing this, shepherding the Mother from her would be sterile white tomb. A mausoleum of sleek design, clear glass and bone white metals. Father had regarded her with such disinterest, no, distaste, once more information surrounding the pre-war woman came to light. Nothing more than a reflection held aloft within the Institutes stainless walls. A flaw, a failure.
A defect.
“Where are we going?” The woman, the Mother, asked, a gentle tone runneth over with a child’s curiosity. Everything was a delight, some wonderful new experience to enjoy for the first time.
The two synths meandered within the ancient casing that surrounded the heart of the Institute. Warm oranges melding with rust brown and slick oil. Antiquated machinery and furniture that could only ever be described as kitsch. Rats in the walls, scurrying away from a very hungry cat.
“I was asked to chaperon you on an excursion topside,”
A bold lie. Especially considering the two would not be teleporting topside, too risky. He can’t let her be caught. There was too much at stake.
Those large green eyes caught his gaze past his sunglasses, and he feared for a moment he’d been found out.
But no, never, S1-13 trusted X6-88. Her eyes crinkled in barely constrained delight.
“Oh! I’ve always wanted to explore topside! Father never lets me join the others on their journeys up top!”
She trusted him blindly, she always had. He isn’t sure when it started, considering she had been created a few months after he had. Maybe that first meeting? The maternal instinct humans were so proud of was practically ingrained into every facet of her personality. It was her only personality. She was nothing more than a glorified Miss Nanny with skin, nails, and teeth.
Me eating sourdough bread: celiac disease can't stop me
Me immediately after: why do they call it a rest room I am literally fighting for my life
