some colored busts of some fallout ocs that are very dear to me
val belongs to @wastelandhell; delta, mercy, and reed belong to @bokatan; ash belongs to @ashtomic; sweetjane belongs to @bleumanouche; alberta belongs to @fuzzydreamin; and jay belongs to @actualsunflower
seven crimes and punishment edit. sequel to the capriccio farce edit. created for the exact same reason as that edit (listened to an english synthv cover that had me literally fucking shaking). the problem is that due to the song's structure i would have to do the entire thing. someone either talk me out of this or enable my insanity
taking another stab at the oil paint tools with gloria. still have to wrap my head around them, but i had a lot of fun doing this!
halfway through i accidentally merged my sketch into the actual painting, so that required me to get a little. Inventive. not included is the audio of me swearing when i realised
There was a look he gave her most days. The way his upper lip perked up in the right corner. His left eyebrow extended upward as if in question, however, his eyes told a different tale. Silver mixed with hints of blue when the sun shined on his face at an angle. Noted that even though the blue jumpsuit was off, his brilliant orbs were another reason to prefer him as Blue. Her Blue. A smile so evident on her features than anyone could notice.
“Miss reporter? Are you still with me?”, Nate’s voice interrupted her thoughts. He stood directly in front of her; combat rifle in his grasp.
Piper collected herself, “Did you say something?”
“Hmm... Well let's see. The people at Nordhagen Beach need some raiders cleared out. I’d get a kick out of it if my partner in crime was by my side. No pressure, after all, the news is your first love.”, Nate chuckled. Running a hand through his jet black hair.
Partner in crime caught Piper off guard. Querying when Nathaniel first started calling her that. Longing for more deep down, “Traveling with you is more than a tale. Now if you're done being a wise-ass then yes, I would enjoy accompanying you.”
“Fiesty aren't we, Red?”, Nate smirked before offering an arm, “After you.”
Piper encircled her own arm around his as the two began walking across the bridge. Adjusting her pistol in hand while her own rifle was carried by a strap on her back. A random tradition that started with them was striding side by side. Their arms in the clasp of each other.
This tendency caused suspicion if done around people. Nate and Piper did not comment on the subject. Rather keeping it to themselves which was more than fine. Their time together was serene.
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