#mininuked

[radiationgroove]

Ahhh, West Virginia.

Just some of the nonsense involved in Fallout 76. Water park squad goals, photo ops, music with strangers, ritual sacrifice...Yannow. The usual. 

Feat @mininuked @notactuallyaduck @hakbot

[hyperbali]

another commission!

thanks very much to @mininuked for their order of their fo4 oc lani and drummer boy, super cute~

if you’re interested in making an order, please see my pricelist!

[domirine]

mininuked’s fallout oc and drummer boy! :> 

a commission of a Cute As Heck variety

[radiationgroove]

Would you look at this gorgeousness?

A very very big thank you @pejntboks for this sweet little smooch between @mininuked‘s Lani and her Drummer Boy <3

[radiationgroove]

Leaves and Petals and Roots

Sweet little blurb featuring @mininuked‘s Pasquale. Just because.

The first morning, she woke to a single hubflower, bright purple against the dingy, stained pillow beside her. The second, it was sprigs of dark bloodleaf and yellow mutfruit leaves in a vase on the nightstand, the porcelain cracked and fading. Once, even, a carrot blossom was tucked into her hair while she slept, delicate, natural lace against strands of gold. There were flowers she had no name for, strange flora whose existence alone opened up the world for her. It was a different flower for every morning she woke in his bed.

Salmon knew Pasquale completed his walk and was home when flowers were left for her. He rose with the sun to check every inch of the perimeter, oftentimes with his many dogs in tow. It was all to ensure the settlements safety. He returned home immediately afterward to bring Sal the blooms he picked for her and to make breakfast. Salmon’s good fortune became abundantly obvious, even in the haze of early morning.

Another hubflower today, petals reaching toward her and the sunlight peeking through shattered blinds. He let her sleep in, it seemed; even his pack of lovable mutts had mostly dispersed by new. Of the pack, only Greaseball remained, his massive mutated head resting oh-so-gently on her feet. Greaseball claimed her for his own the moment she set foot in Pasquales’ apartment. Greasy wasn’t alone; curled up against the dog's belly was a runt of a molerat. Baby was Salmons’; tiny and pink and very, very spoiled.

Greasy’s nails tap-tap-tapped on the cracked kitchen tile and Baby squeak-snuffled promptly behind. Pasquale cooked, humming as he puttered from counter to counter. Something sizzled in the pan, grease crackling and popping. He made a mess, always did when he cooked. Qual claimed that was the mark of a good chef; how much did you have to clean up when all was said and done?

“Mornin’,” Salmon murmured, sliding her arms around Qual’s middle and her palms against his stomach. She pressed her face to his back, dropped kisses to his shoulder blades. Sal enjoyed being close.

The sleepy smile in Qual’s voice was enough for Salmon. “Hey, sleepyhead. It’s a little late for breakfast, not quite time for lunch. How does brunch sound?”

The flowers and the walk and the dogs? They were all part of the larger idea of being safe and loved. “Love.” ”Home.” They sat funny in her chest, the feelings incredibly foreign but welcome and warm. She hasn't been loved or felt at home since she was twelve. Her first taste of kindness came from Qual, from her new, ghoulified, freedom.

[sakom75]

Here’s the first day of Fallout February! All month (hopefully) I’ll be posting at least one Fallout themed pic every day, till March. 

These are Vivian and Lu, who belong to @radiationgroove and @mininuked respectively~ Higher rez snapshots of the painting process are available for ANY subscription level here on my Patreon page!

[radiationgroove]

7, 9, 16, 20 [jace] for rae

7 Kissing: She prefers to kiss anywhere but the lips more often than not. She’s rather press kisses to someone’s temple or cheek, pepper necks and the spot behind an ear. There is so much more to showing affection for someone than just mashing her face into theirs.

9 Physical Contact: Raegan’s favorite kind of physical contact, especially with her lovers, is to have their head nestled beneath her chin in the crook of her neck.

16 Anger: Raegan stews. She doesn’t explode in a rage. She doesn’t let things go. No, she stews. She lets her anger rumble around her chest. Her entire search for Benny is a quiet thing, calm on the exterior but full of seething inside.

20 [jace]: Raegan has known Jace for  ages. He’s with the Followers, and being a resident of Freeside, Rae has spent her fair share of time waiting to be seen by a Followers doctor. They met when Rae, all of seventeen and full of spitfire, dragged a fellow King to the Old Mormon Fort after a (failed) fistfight. This was long before Raegan began cropping her striped Jailhouse Rocker to hit the narrowest part of her waist. Jace met what he thought was a young, attractive Chinese man with high cheekbones. It wasn’t until Rae opened her mouth and introduced herself that Jace realized that he had been gravely mistaken. Much later in their friendship he confesses to his mistake.

Tldr; Jace wanted to fuck Raegan when he thought she was a dude.