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#Fallout:Muds
jacksothereye · 5 months
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2023 vs 2016
This has been one of my favorite drawings of Muds ever since I did it, so favorite that I've done it all over again seven years later. Dunno what else to say beyond the fact that I not only love this crusty bastard but I also love it when he gets hit in the face.
9/10 times it's his own fault and I love that for him.
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jacksothereye · 12 days
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If you've known Muds for any length of time, you know he's a synth that's been kicking around the Commonwealth. But who was he BEFORE that?
I honestly hadn't thought much about it, until a couple weeks ago when a friend asked about the man Muds was programmed from. Then suddenly I was thinking about it a LOT. And then I came up with a very long winded answer that I'm not going to post here! But you get the general idea, right? The man sells chems for a living, is it so hard to believe he once sold vaults?
This style/coloring is heavily inspired by @possessedpasm 's incredible vintage art. I've been staring at it for weeks and wanted to try something like it and this felt like a good piece to lean outside my comfort zone with.
As for the socks? Those I just flat out stole from another character and if you know who it is, you get a prize.
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jacksothereye · 2 years
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So @kemendin​  tagged me for this and I’m doin’ it. Real talk I don’t know lot of tumblr people but I’m taggin’ @biiigwinged and @chibikinesis and @a-pirate and @yourblues and @smilepal and @some27-url just because I like lookin at your blogs/characters. Feel free to tag me back if you wind up doin’ it!  I was torn on whether to go Cyberpunk or Fallout for this but Bastard Classic won out so here we go!
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Name?  Muds. Yes. Really. 
Are you single?  And happy for it. Something something that song ain’t so very far from wrong or however it goes. 
Are you happy?  I have my moments. 
Are you angry? Every damn day. 
Are your parents still married? Sorry, I don’t believe in parents.  
=NINE FACTS=
Birth place? Boston. Technically. I guess. 
Hair color? Uh. Dark. 
Eye color? Also dark. Look it’s not like I lie awake staring into them lovingly or anything. 
Birthday? Why, you gonna buy me a drink?
Mood? Gently violent. You know. Just. Gently. Softly. Benignly violent. Sit back down, you’re fine. 
Gender? Shit which one do you mean by that? It’s the one where I have a dick and I’m totally good with it. 
Summer or winter? If I gotta hide a body? Summer. If I gotta do anything else… eh, fuck it, also Summer. I like the heat. 
Morning or afternoon? *Are* we talkin’ about hiding bodies? I feel like we’re not talkin’ about hiding bodies. Because if we’re hiding bodies, really you wanna do that shit at *night*, or at least early early morning, but - that wasn’t the question. What was the question? I’m takin’ the fifth. 
=EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE=
Are you in love? Don’t be stupid.
Do you believe in love at first sight? I believe in bad decisions. 
Who ended your last relationship? God. He said it was personal. 
Have you ever broken someone’s heart? I mean it’s on them if they were that invested. 
Are you afraid of commitments? Afraid? No. Avoidant? ...Sure. 
Have you hugged someone within the last week? Oooooh pfshhhh nnnnooo. Actually I just hit 1,000 days hug free and I’m really trying to stay on the wagon this time. 
Have you ever had a secret admirer? Maybe, but the problem is I tend to shoot first and ask questions later.
Have you ever broken your own heart? I mean it’s on me if I was that invested. 
=SIX CHOICES=
Love or lust? Oh, well Lust is one of those big sins - you can’t really beat out on that. 
Lemonade or iced tea? Mix em together for science. 
Cats or dogs? Both useless. Unless it’s my dog. My dog’s better than those other dogs. 
A few best friends or many regular friends?  Many, many unapologetic criminals. 
Wild night out or romantic night in? Darlin’ if it ain’t wild either way what’s even the point?  
Day or night?  Depends on what I’m doin’ - don’t make me bring up the body thing again. 
=FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS=
Been caught sneaking out? Four. Times. And let me tell you how much that cost me. 
Fallen down/up the stairs? Definitely up, that’s how you know the Daytripper’s workin’. 
Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? Does ‘wanting something so badly I hurt someone’ count? 
Wanted to disappear? Please, if I’m doing my job right, you’ll never see me comin’ to begin with. 
=FOUR PREFERENCES=
Smile or eyes? Oh always the eyes, that’s the big tell - people who can’t lie for shit? Look at their eyes. It’ll give it away every time. 
Shorter or taller?  Short of a super mutant I don’t see anyone bein’ taller than me. Hold it, what are we even talking about here?
Intelligence or attraction? Well, nine times outta ten being attractive isn’t gonna save your ass so I’d rather whoever this is not be an idiot. 
Hook-up or relationship? Whichever one doesn’t get me shot the next morning.  
=FAMILY=
Do you and your family get along? Sure but I think it helps that we do a lot of drinking and none of us are related.
Would you say you have a “messed up life”? No I’d say it’s pretty standard fuckin’ fare for the Commonwealth. 
Have you ever run away from home? Ohhh - ohohoh yeah. Yeah. Trust me. I’m the fuckin’ *best* at runnin’ away from home. 
Have you ever gotten kicked out? I kicked myself out, it was better that way. 
=FRIENDS=
Do you secretly hate one of your friends? I mean I hate all of them a little bit. I actually hate *everyone* a little bit. I feel like if I didn’t that’d probably be a sign that there’s something wrong with them. 
Do you consider all of your friends good friends?  No I consider all of them right bastards. 
Who is your best friend?  The rightest bastard of them all. See, he was like, best-friend-orphaned back in the day, so I adopted him as my best friend, cleaned him up, made him less sad and pathetic. It took a *lottttta* work teaching him how to re-socialize, but I think we’re makin’ real progress. I can almost go out in public with him and everything. 
Who knows everything about you? Fella. if I thought anyone was even gettin’ close, they’d be dead. That in mind, I’d watch how many more questions you ask. 
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jacksothereye · 2 years
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I’ma be real, I love these two boys more than I love a lot of things. 
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jacksothereye · 3 years
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Oh you know, just drawing the two wolves inside me. One is a bastard. The other is gay.
I think Fallout 4 was the first game that I started drawing my characters like their game models. With the advent of mods, I’ve been able to get their in world versions looking pretty damn close to how they do in my head! 
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jacksothereye · 2 years
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Hey what’s up, you like reading Fallout fanfic? I got one of those right here!  It’s a narrative that my spouse and I have been developing since Fallout 4 was first released -  surrounding our original characters and the complicated way that their stories intertwine. This is the first time I’m putting fic out in the public eye, I would really appreciate feedback! Thanks for taking a look! <3  
Not to Reason Why
If Brendan Throckmorton felt like adjusting to life after serving in Anchorage was hard, the end of the world did well to offer some perspective. Left to navigate the Commonwealth with naught but an old Mister Handy for company, Brendan is faced with the difficult choice of choosing an alliance with the reforming Minutemen, or the technologically advanced Brotherhood of Steel. Yet decisions become more convoluted the day that Brendan runs into a seasoned chems dealer that looks and sounds just like closest war buddy, Jeremy. An unlikely coincidence? Too good to be true? Either way, both men will have to discover how far they are willing to go in order to re-forge a friendship over 200 years in the making.
A twist on the conventional Fallout 4 main quest, this is a story of two perspectives: one from a man trying to cling to the past, and another determined to pry himself away from it. Major themes include matters of identity, self-discovery, coping with change, and above all, sweet sweet bromance.
First three chapters are now available on AO3, with subsequent content to follow. 
↓ ↓ ↓  Wanna see a preview? Check it out below the cut!  ↓ ↓ ↓
Jeremy lied.
Days in the garage were cold. Nights were worse, and beyond the walls, deep in the permeating dark, unseen creatures made noises Brendan had never heard. He couldn’t imagine what sort of things could make such sounds, though his brain had definitely tried. Sometimes, it was a screaming turkey with a rusty pipe lodged in its throat. Other times it was a hulking pig-man-thing with melting flesh. By the time his imagination had conjured up an army of zombies, he resolved that he didn’t *actually* wish to know what was out there, making a ruckus. He’d already seen what two hundred years had done to the roaches, and those roaches had gotten ...big.
Two hundred years. The thought still made his stomach drop when he thought about it too hard. The familiar shapes of Sanctuary sat just across the river, but everything Brendan wanted was so impossibly out of reach.
“Mister Brendan?”
These days he could barely stand to go back there. He’d already picked through for as many supplies as he could. And he’d definitely left a ton of shit behind in the vault, but the notion of riding that elevator back down… Surrounded by the creaking metal, feeling the sinking in his stomach as the floor dragged him deep into the steel-lined earth. He could remember Nora standing next to him, hushing her impossibly small child as he wailed and screamed. Nothing was alright.
They’d been led, single file, to the decontamination cells. But why was there one for each person? Nora’s boy was still crying. Nate was trying to help. Already feeling claustrophobic, Brendan had asked if he could have a moment. But it was all happening so fast. Nothing was alright. He’d been practically pushed into that cell, his lungs in a vice, squeezing the air from them until his breath caught and the lights began to strobe.
“Mister Brendan - Mimi is sputtering again.”
“Yeah! Beauford! I know!” Brendan snapped back. He blinked but it only made him more disoriented with the flickering fluorescents. His hands abandoned the Pip-Boy on the worktable in front of him, and the screwdriver he held was slammed down in frustration before he whipped around to head for the door. The lights in the hallway weren’t any better off. They stuttered against the drab tile, sending a dance of shadows across the walls like a cheap haunted house. The doors were all hooked up to the electricity. Pressing the button set them into a useless whirr. Brendan sighed. He was going to have to crowbar his way out. Again.
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jacksothereye · 3 years
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Roll up to the Red Rocket and you’re greeted by these two yokels WYD?
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jacksothereye · 3 years
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To make up for a lack of content please enjoy this screenshot dump featuring events with my boys that may or may not have happened!
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jacksothereye · 2 years
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After this, Brendan stopped allowing The Coin Toss as a legitimate means to settle disputes between him and Muds. 
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jacksothereye · 3 years
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🚨 Attention! All personnel. Please proceed to your assigned evacuation point - thank you for your cooperation.🚨  ᴴᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉʸ ˢᵉˣʸ ˡᵃᵈʸ!
(In which @radbeetle​ made a really nerdy dream a very outdated reality and I’ll be thanking them forever for their mad posing skills.)
Anyway gonna go fuck up your Institutes, brb. 
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jacksothereye · 3 years
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“I suppose you’re wondering how I got here.”
An accidental narrative: Part 1 [Part 2] [Part 3]
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jacksothereye · 3 years
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Time to go ruin someone’s day. 
An accidental narrative: Part 2
[Part 1] [Part 3]
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jacksothereye · 3 years
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Bad Kids in Goodneighbor
In which we were trying to make a height comparison between our OCs, didn’t, but wound up having a pretty damn fun afternoon anyway.
Featuring, in no sensical order:  - The dudebro voted ‘most likely to give the best hugs’ [Brendan] - A guy who can kick very hard with one leg [Max] - “What do you mean I’m wearing too much eyeliner?” [Juaco] - Caspian “He’s not old his hair is just silver and also he’s old” Serapis [Cas] - One tall bastard who would rather be anywhere else [Muds]
Extra special thanks to @figlandia and @kemendin for letting me borrow Max and Cas for ridiculous purposes. And a bonus thank you to @deeafrotailmisstress for the moral support in voice chat!
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jacksothereye · 3 years
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The Bitchass Thing About Gunners. 
An accidental narrative: Part 3 
Yes. Cigarette. In mouth. All the time. Very important. 
[Part 1] [Part 2]
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jacksothereye · 3 years
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I don’t know how they became The Squad, but they are The Squad and they are rollin’. 
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jacksothereye · 3 years
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In which I tried to encapsulate Muds from back during his raider days and it’s basically the best? 
This garbage man. What’s in there? I love it. 
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