Commission for @eleanor-zhao of her OC with Arcade Gannon. Thanks again for commissioning me! It was great having the opportunity to draw her again and give her someone to cuddle :D!
My part of an art trade with @hellobookz Been a hot second since I’ve doodled anything fallout related but it’s been a blast thanks so much for giving me the chance to doodle Miles I sure hope I did him justice~!
Been meaning to post these for like two weeks but Ayyyy back again with redraws of Ocs~!! Been about two years since I made these guys which is….yikes it’s wild. BUT I CAN FINALLY DO EM JUSTICE~! Hopefully it pays off and you guys like em~!
I threw the holy grenade in Legate Lanius and he became a kind off super saiyajin and started flying before falling catching fire and die by fall damage
Fallout AU Hyden was once a famous pre-war scientist who worked with Big MT and General Atomics International. Being the forward-thinking super genius he is, he escaped the limitations of his aging, sickly human body by putting his brain in a jar. He then Remote Desktops his consciousness into synths/clones and interacts with the world that way. Flawless plan! Unfortunately, over the last few hundred years, the technology he uses to connect (as well as his brain itself) has degraded further and further, and he now has nearly no sensation of any kind in his synth body. But! He has, technically, achieved immortality! Kind of! He swears he doesn’t regret a thing. But he would love it if you’d eat a sandwich in front of him and describe to him in intimate detail what it tastes like. Not to be weird or anything.
In the past, he had allyships with the Brotherhood of Steel and various other factions. He was a clever and charismatic man (well, brain) with unique technology who was eager to wheel and deal, bartering his pre-war knowledge for power, safety, and whatever resources he needed to maintain his clones.
But alas, those partnerships always fell apart, either due to conflicts of interest, his own paranoia, or his pesky little habit of constantly double-crossing people. Thanks to his wonderful personality, he’s made enemies of most major factions that have existed over the last few hundred years. It used to be easy to swap to a new body and disappear off into the wasteland when things got too hot, but these days his resources are few, his system is degrading, and, for some reason, the only clones he’s still able to use are clones of himself. This made him a lot more recognizable and easier to track.
These days, he is attempting to lay low–something he is not very good at. his home base is some sort of radio tower guarded by robots. When he’s not in his brain jar, he stores himself in a RoboBrain that he plugs into a special computer system he built, which in turn plugs into the radio tower and uses it to boost the signal.
Some additional details:
In the past, he had a variety of clones/synths/whatever he used. He felt no need to stick to his own appearance and enjoyed the thrill of being able to look like anybody he wanted and do whatever he wanted with no consequences. These days, he only uses clones of his original body, made with cells harvested from his brain. He claims the reason for this is that the consciousness mapping process works better when he’s mapping to “original hardware”, which I suppose is a reasonable enough explanation.
He’s gone through a LOT of clones. Who even knows how many. He had zero survival skills when he first entered the wasteland and absolutely got merked by Bloatflies, solitary raiders, mines, cliffs, random falling pieces of rubble, etc. Many, many, manytimes.
Once the sensation loss started setting in in earnest, he began to ratchet up his thrill-seeking in an attempt to feel something. RIP to the clone that died because he tried to stick his dick in an electric generator. RIP to the undisclosed number of additional clones that died because he liked it so much that he wanted to do it again.
These days, his sensation is so poor that he wouldn’t even notice if the clone he was piloting had both its legs broken. In order to not go mad from the lack of stimulus, he’s taken to dumping drugs directly into his brain jar. Mostly Med-X, but he’ll do anything he can get his hands on. As you can see: Definitely hasn’t gone mad. Perfectly functional. No regrets.
