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added nick valentine, maul, and raider punk to my island!
WPNK Raidio Station, Toxic Valley, Appalachia
Jimbo needs to drop the chems and get his 'buddy' back, I'm getting attached.
oouhhhhhggh……….
Another batch of Valentine’s plush commissions, this time for @leporidaefluff! We have her raider, Kanin, two versions of Gage (including a typo we left in for giggles), and Raider Punk with and without his goggles.
I’m having so much fun doing these and deff have some more to come!
Carey pushes through the half open tent flap with a cough, trying to give Punk some warning of his approach. Punk jumps anyway, flinching slightly, before laughing and pulling his headphones down around his neck.
"Man. You gotta stop stalking around like that," he says, pushing away from his little desk set up. One of the wheels on his chair gets stuck on a crease in the rug.
“Hello," Carey says, nearly oblivious to everything Punk said. He digs through the bag at his side before setting a glass bottle down by the neck next to the HAM radio. "Brought you this.”
“Oh!" Punk spins it around to admire the label. "A Nuka Cola!” He can't keep the excitement out of his voice-- less about the stale soda, and more about getting a rare gift from Carey. The man nods, tapping the metal bottle cap.
“‘My Blood’s In It’."
Punk stops, hands frozen halfway around the bottle's base. He blinks once, and then again.
“…sorry?”
“It’s ‘Nuka Cola My Blood’s In It.’ The title. It's not my blood. It is someone’s blood. Or antibodies. Or whatever," he waves his hand in the air dismissively, adjusting the rifle on his back. "It immunizes you. It’s no worse than anything we’ve drank before. Probably better, actually. Healthy. So drink up.” He gives Punk two solid claps on the shoulder before dipping back out of the tent, leaving him speechless at his makeshift desk. He tentatively pulls his hand away from the bottle, like it might burn him, or explode, or something, and instead carefully tips it back with an index finger, watching the cola inside catch the light.
"…ew."
Fallout 76 doodlebods: I need to see art of Commander Sophia DaGuerre, Gramps (the Forager) and Wanda (I mean, The Wanderer)!
I'm sure I have Tumblr friends who would like to see Beckett and Raider Punk, too. Anyone fancy getting creative?
I will happily share any submissions!