Whenever I replay fallout new Vegas I can’t stop thinking about how the game starts with you being shot in the head and that’s a big deal but then you spend the rest of the game getting shot by enemies, sometimes including in the head, and you just walk it off no prablem
your characters love it when you draw them floating and/or in a white void. it gives them a break from existing within the context of reality for a while it’s relaxing
You start to notice reoccurring textures on the ghouls when ur studying their models, so I strayed off canon a bit and focused on what places would lose skin the most (like hands or inner arms) or what I felt fit their character…or what looked interesting...
Need to talk about the terrible decisions that were made while making this outfit (laundered blue dress), because who thought those shoes would match???
Something that I think we need to call out more in fandoms is the blatant racism towards black female characters, especially when they are love interests. I feel that everytime there is a black female love interest, the fandom completely neglects her and rushes to ship the MC with another character that is most of the time white. And then racist fans try to hide behind “oh well I just don’t ship them!” and it’s pathetic. Adding onto this I think that a lot of ppl in fandoms try to deny/ignore that female black characters can be feminine. People try to default being black as an inherently masculine thing when not only is it not true but it is just downright racist. Let black characters be fun and feminine and let them be loved!!!
where's that post about having to handhold other fans to explain to them that a woman reminding them of their shitty female relative/teacher is not grounds for character analysis
my biggest word of advice to anyone scared to post their work/ocs/involve themselves in creative spaces online is to earnestly get interested in other people. be kind to others, like/reblog their work, tell them what you like about their work, get to know them as people.
this isn’t to “weasel” your way into anything or having ulterior motives or whatever. if you become friends with someone then that’s great! but there’s always something very personal about posting any kind of creative work. we’re all trying our best to connect with each other and the best way to get comfortable is to get to know others and show up as yourself. 🫶🏾
It occurs to me that I need to get around to designing Liam's power armor. He has a set from the BOS that he "forgot" to return when they exiled him for ghoulification and in the ten years since the events of FO3 he's customized it quite a bit.
christopher and arcade talk outside of the jacobstown lodge after a close call. mentions of suicide but this is christopher we're talking about so it's no surprise
Heavy footsteps and the closing of the creaky wooden door behind him broke Christopher out of his spiral momentarily. It was Arcade, he knew before he’d even turned around. Somehow, through his continuous blackouts, he had memorized the pattern of Arcade’s gait, of all things.
“Oh, you’re up…” his voice shook against his efforts to steady it. The anticipation for the conversation he was about to have made him sweat in spite of the frigid air, but Arcade didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he just thought he was feening.
“Disappointed?” Arcade teased while taking a seat by his side. Steam rose from his mug of… some kind of tea. Christopher couldn’t remember what Calamity had called it, of course. What he could remember was what gave Arcade that gaping wound in his side, that Christopher caught a glimpse of through his open shirt.
“I don’t think we should travel together anymore.” Christopher blurts out, bringing his knees closer to his chest and quickly directing his gaze straight at the ground.
“Oh. I guess I should have expected this…” There was an extended pause, and Christopher couldn’t bear to look up to gauge his reaction, his dispirited tone was enough. “I thought my charm could win you over. Do I at least get an explanation?”
Christopher sighed, like he was explaining the obvious. “You almost died because of me…”
“Funny, I don’t recall the part where you grew wings and a fifteen inch stinger.” Arcade scoffed.
Of course he wasn’t taking this concern seriously. No one ever did. Christopher inhales sharply, digging his nails into his palms. “My Dad killed himself in front of me.”
A splash on the ground from Arcade nearly dropping his mug was the only sound that broke the stunned silence. Perhaps there was a better way to deliver that information, but he felt as if the pure blunt truth was the only way to get his point across. To get Arcade to take him seriously. “Uh…” Arcade cleared his throat, unsure of whether or not it was appropriate for him to chime in yet.
“I know why he did it. We were in danger- he was trying to protect me. He didn’t have to… I just…” With every word, his throat grew tighter and his fingers curled further into his palms, hard enough to draw blood. His hands were too numb from the cold to feel anything, anyway. “I know there was some other way…” He finally lifted his gaze to meet Arcade’s. “I never want that to happen again. I can’t- I’d rather die a hundred times than let one more person I care about die for me.”
Arcade hesitated for an uncomfortably long time, his expression unreadable to Christopher. Maybe it was all too much, maybe he didn’t care for Christopher the same way Christopher did for him, but that didn’t bother him. If anything, it would be a comfort, if Arcade realized he wasn’t worth the trouble it would be easier for them to part ways. “… It sounds like your father had the same thought process. If there was another way for him, why not for you?” The uncharacteristically genuine response clearly shocked Christopher, as he stared speechlessly and misty-eyed at Arcade, who swiftly steered the conversation away from his suicidal ideation.
“… Anyway, I knew the risks when I came out here. And I won’t say you’ve never gotten us into some questionable situations, but it’s always been in service of helping people, which is what I signed up for.” He took a sip of tea that had long since grown cold while sheepishly scanning the area, pretending to be interested in what the Bighorners were doing while grasping for a positive note to end this dialogue on. “Like Melody,” he turned back towards Christopher, who hadn’t averted his eyes once, tears streaming down his face, his expression a mix of distraught and bewildered. “Little girl. At The Fort. With the teddy bear?”
“I don’t even remember that.” Christopher choked out.
Arcade frowned. “Oh. Well, I’m sure Melody does...” He peered into his mug, tapping his index finger against the rim, wracking his brain for something else to say. Before he could manage that, Christopher’s arms wrapped around him, his tear-soaked face buried into Arcade’s shoulder, who stiffened at the sudden show of affection. Slowly relaxing, he decided nothing else needed to be said for now, except…
Btw Nathaniel and Rosetta actually named him Seán because Nate is Irish. The spelling of "Shaun" is an Institute thing; just one more way that they stole him away from his parents.
No reblogs cuz I don't wanna step on any toes, but it does annoy me a bit how much Preston gets characterized as a cowboy in fandom.
Like. This is a man who grew up poor in Massachusetts and joined a militia based on early Colonial ideas/aesthetics.
It just feels like people can't comprehend being rural without being distinctly "Southerner stereotype." (And after a while tastes like some flavor of classism to me, ie "all rural people are the same.")
Like. I'm a rural New Yorker. Our rural culture is VERY different from the rural culture seen in southern and midwestern states. And for example South Carolina and Texas also have very different rural cultures. Even the food (HEAVILY influenced by Black culture) is vastly different.
Massachusetts specifically has lot of maritime industry, from giant port cities to tiny fishing villages.
Just. Remember that rural people exist in the Northeast too, and someone wearing a wide-brimmed hat does not mean they're a cowboy.
Learn about the history of hats. I'm 100% certain that Preston's is meant to be a slouch hat, commonly worn by historical military. One side being pinned up is a dead giveaway. It's not a cowboy hat.
I am so so tempted to mess with the timeline for my canon and have Nate and Rose's escape from Vault 111 be weeks earlier than ingame.
The main thing stopping me is there would be various characters (like the rest of Squad Gladius and more people from Quincy) still alive if I did that and with zero info on them beyond their names I would be effectively cursing myself with dozens of new ocs to juggle and I don't wanna do that to myself.
But I may mess with timeframes in other ways because it's not just Nate and Rose doing things but also Charlie, Liam, Attrition, Union, and Sally. All of these ocs have agency and move around independently throughout the Commonwealth.