Human Embodiment of a Nat-1

Hello everyone! I'm Rae! [She/her] [18+] An avid Tabletop player and Artist! Commissions [ Open ]

[andruillus]

carrie! ♥️ drawn on clipstudio

[podcastwizard]

my most toxic trait is i fucking love work gossip. i play neutral not to be the bigger person or take the high road but to hear slander and hearsay from every side. two coworkers complained about each other to me in the same afternoon and i nearly blacked out from the rush

[chelsdavisart]

Julie Farkas, Fallout New Vegas, 2020

[airapapaaya]

Iosefka?

Full sized image + timelapse on Patreon

[omegaverse]

I didn't sleep at all but I feel amazing I can feel the dragon energy coursing through my veins

[omegaverse]

[bards-anonymous]

@captaincook101 also you :3

[atanerrum]

some kind of sketch-doodle-artwork of bayonetta i've been picking at since 2024, i don't know anymore what i was trying to accomplish with it

[kisseism]

undiagnosing myself. there is nothing wrong with me i am #normal

[diseasedbreeze]

[bards-anonymous]

@captaincook101 you for real

[gambitgambino]

I'm back in my batman era

My Riddler design (inspired in various versions of the character) and ofc my own Query and Echo interpretations (very cabaret inspired)

For dessert, riddlebird in collaboration with @cenzi04 who designed her own penguin

[zas13]

Been thinking about red head Edward.

And these are my photo references I got from twitter. From users @dailyframe_ and @Brewedpage

[martyfive]

two swords

[tea-is-absolutely-mandatory]

mandatory gift giving plot

[shiningbean]

accidentally hit my fallout gang with the miniaturise beam oh no

[pixelpetriplate]

also available on itch.io. (printable version too!)

[trufln]

came back with more termina + zomboid au concepts!!

[superbeans89]

[falloutspammer]

[cavvyiswriting]

I know, logically, that Project Zomboid's loot is randomized.

And yet I enjoy imagining what the lives of the zombified people I intrude on were like before July 9th, 1993.

A self-help book on divorce sits on a kitchen counter next to a carton of wine, unopened. Within the house is only one zombie, a woman with some wealth, judging by her jewelry and the large house surrounded by a farm with good acreage. The home was made for two. A large double bed dominates the master suite upstairs, two end tables with two matching lamps bracketing it. Two dressers are pushed against the wall beneath a large window perfectly situated to allow in the warming morning light. This home was made for two that expected a third. Next to the master suite is a smaller room, decorated well, but too neat to have been lived in yet. It's a nursery. Clothes and toys still tucked away in a large wardrobe that held within it the promise of years and a life to come. It's a nursery for no child. Its walls not decorated with crude and loving crayon drawings, but almost stark bare and eerily empty. From the nursery's window, I can see the driveway and garage, big enough for a family-oriented sedan to fit comfortably. And yet, no car sits there. Where an expecting couple would surely have owned a vehicle three miles from town.

I can't stop thinking about the zombified woman who wanted more out of life, and I can't stop wondering where her estranged spouse may have ended up. Were they the crashed sedan down the road? Or are they implied to be alive, human, still?

I'll never know, and that kind of haunts me.

Random chance loot tables have broken my heart and brought a tear to my eye by telling me a story they were never, ever designed with the intention of telling me here and now.