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Ey fun explorative question: what is a fear your fallout OC(s) has/ve that seems insignificant or silly in the grand scheme of things to be scared of in the wasteland, but is still very much a fear they have?

When I was just kicked out to Capitol Wasteland, it was like February or January. There was no snow, but the cold was wild, especially at night.

And it was also not at all clear where I was, where to go, if there were any living people at all. You got it.

Clothes from the Vault didn't add warmth, which made it necessary to constantly go to those parts where there were houses or similar buildings. Although such places were occupied before me..

I am ashamed to admit, but before my exile, I had never in my life held a firearm in my hands. From what the first years of wandering I walked with adjustable wrench. By the way, it's still with me, although wasn't used as a weapon for a long time.

“May I please draw your OC?”

Reblog this message if you encourage anyone that wants to draw your OC to do so.  No need to ask for permission in advance.

Go for it.  Draw my OC.  If you want, I’ll even give you reference posts.  Go to town on it.

You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result.  Seriously.  In fact, I encourage it.  I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC.  There is a chance that I will squeal about it for several days.

Even if you feel you aren’t good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me.  I want to see what you have done.

He looks like those scared owls

That moment when the outlander that hired you reads a weird black book

So two news.

First : I caught a cold and made content all these days, but I can't send it here because I'm a stupid vegetable.

Second : I have a shitload of sketches now.

And I also realized that mushrooms are a separate art form. In visual terms.

I will quietly feed you sketches and do something in digital.

That awkward moment when you feel an actual physical ache in your chest because of the romance of two fictional characters.

A little bit of abstraction, to be honest, it's so soothing. I just got a cold, (lol it's not a covid) and it's so distracting from the physical discomfort.

Me, a humble draugr, quietly minding my own business in my barrow tomb, doing my daily chores (lighting the candles, taking the frostbite spider for a walk, making the large swinging axes swing in the corridor of large swinging axes), having a sleepover with the lads in the deathlord’s chamber

YOU, loud, alive, obnoxious, barging into our tomb eating an entire wheel of cheese, making a mess, plundering my life savings from my burial urn, setting fire to frosty (the frostbite spider), re-killing me and the lads, WAKING the deathlord

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