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Amphibiuary Day 3: Round
Everybody's favourite irate squeaky toy, the desert rain frog, Breviceps macrops.
#Amphibiuary#Amphibiuary 2024#my art#Synth's dumb doodles#desert rain frog#Breviceps macrops#digital art#autodesk sketchbook
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made an oc based on frustration by soft cell...
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1:56 AM
(I started writing this at the above time, this is future me at 3:30 putting a break so that it does not flood your timeline :3)
Damn, I am a creative person lol
I like to write!
I like to fucking sing and shit!
And sometimes i do lil doodles and shit
You don't have to do something crazy to call yourself creative :3
Just make something!
Sometimes I think my shit is shitty
But sometimes you gotta take a step back and just look at what you did
And its like "Wow, I made that"
It's crazy :)
OH FUCK MUSIC TOO!!
Man I love music, I love listening to shit, its fun
Oooh, I should start tagging stuff lol, like what if someone else want to reblog something [looks off in distance, sitting at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean glimmer, sunset setting the sky a beautiful orange hue, reflected too upon the sea]
Lol
what if Mallek wants to fucking rant about dumb shit on my blog :O
Whoa, what would Mercer look at (⊙_⊙)？
Or maybe a fucking sideblog, i've talked about that before ( *︾▽︾)
Oughhh, im listening to Swank (off of brb) and there was this really soft synth in the background, that was really nice (I checked, it starts at 1:33)
The Lavender Promenade? The Violet Fugue? I'll think of some more later, but i like the second one so far
Ahh~, piroulines, the greatest snack ever made....
Man, sometimes it's hard to say stuff. I'll see people talking, but their in the middle of an already going convo, and its like, " Damn, maybe ill just wait a sec" and then u never do. Sometimes you respond to it verbally, but just don't message. Sometimes I just can't get the right expression through text
(They might as well be dead (ROR2))
Im gonna put the music i'm listening as i write this down
Aww man, we're all just a bunch of goobers ain't we.
Some goofy fuckin goobers.....
I'll look at Mallek, and sometimes I think that's the guy i couldn't be
and then I'll look at Chixie, and that's the girl i don't know if i can be
and the other two are something different
(The King of Onsen (Rivals of Aether))
It's like, they both deal with people, in their own ways obviously
(Take my breath (The Weeknd))
Marvus is very showy, as is for him, but damn can he talk to someone, and y'know, sometimes i can too. But he's good at it, and he's good at helping people
And Mercer isn't! haha lol
He's more worried about us, so obviously, more reserved
But he could do the same i believe. Rougher maybe, more annoyed, but will get us away.
I guess think of it like a bomb, Marvus would de-arm it, like talking down someone, while Mercer would run, cuz it doesn't know how to fucking defuse a bomb
Oh man, funny analogy time
I guess it's like... me mal and chix are like the lil sibling playing a game right, and ur on a hard level
So you get ur big sib, in this case Mar and Mer, to help you beat the stage :)
(I took another hit of cart, its 2:39 at this part of my writing)
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here’s the majority of my ocs!!
most of them are just silly little guys i like to doodle from time to time but some are characters i really like to think about and write a story for :]
basic info about them under cut
eli - fallout new vegas and 4
- main fallout oc, complete dumbass turned himbo, chaotic
reggie - fallout 4
- half deathclaw half human, intersex (turner’s syndrome), really smart and really sweet
bio/bioscience lady - fallout 4
- ex intitute scientist, really into plants, prone to “adopting” kids she finds
sammy - fallout 4
- gen 2 synth, nervous little guy, the kinda kid to be really into nintendogs
adam - fallout 4
- ex brotherhood member (paladin), dumb and socially awkward, only has his strength to save him
stacy - fallout 4
- dead wife of adam (rip ig), strong and smart woman
stace - fallout 4
- adam and stacy’s daughter, named after her mother, smart kiddo
damien and ryan - no specific game
- exes turned besties, damien’s a laidback jerk, ryan’s a sweet nerd
cru - fallout 4??
- complete jerk, copes from trauma by being absolutely insane /hj
spear and mint - fallout 3
- silly guys, period
lucius and callen - fallout 3 and 4
- psychopath duo, lucius is a cannibal and callen supplies that hunger of his
tara - fallout 3
- raider boss, despite being raider she’s a lot more chill
pack raider guy - fallout 4
- the name speaks for itself, is REALLY into the furry thing
persephone and alicia don’t belong to me but rather @deathisawelcomealternitive and @technicallyoneofakind respectively
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Have some more dumb k.rool doodles and w.i.p I don’t know where do I get this dumb idea it’s based my fav main player and my fav weapon is synth from Smash. So……..
Black K.rool looks awesome.
#n’s sketch#yaoi ship#shit art#that’s right I ship Bowser x King. K.rool so HA!#king. k rool#donkey kong#super smash brothers#Kirby#w.i.p art
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In My Head
AO3 Link | SFW | No pairing
Reworking of the end of the quest “Dangerous Minds” from Fallout 4. Namely, I hated how the quest ended in game so I made my own. Part of a series called Jury Rigging that is intended to be a bunch of short fix-it fic.
It was almost like a scene from a comic book. The Backup stood silhouetted in the doorway. She looked considerably more animated than the last time I saw her. You could say that the giveaway was a toss up between being the only living human ever to break into Fort Hagen and the blood stained vault suit just barely visible beneath the oily black trench coat.
No, it was the Backup’s face. Sheer anger and determination that seemed to get more intense with every step closer. Nothing quite like the loss of a family. I couldn’t blame her, heck, I almost feel sorry for her.
As dumb as they are trigger happy, the Gen 2’s in the room took a step back and stood their ground, save for the ratty one who accompanied her. The rouge synth produced a pistol from his jacket, clearly pilfered from one of my own as a testament of rebellion. The Backup demanded answers. I gave her the gist: yes, The Institute has her son. She didn’t believe me when I told her that I had no idea where he is. It’s clear that she’ll somehow she’ll hunt down the Institute and blast a hole into it with sheer willpower, but she’s not gonna like what she finds. I would do the same.
That’s why I can’t let her.
“In a hundred years, when I finally die,” she smirked slightly as she cocked her gun, “I only hope I go to hell so I can kill you all over again, you piece of shit.”
The remaining synths sprang to life as anything that was left of this world was shredded by blinding blue lights.
Lynn suddenly snapped back into place. The memory lounger was a vice and she was about to be squeezed to death. Everything felt heavy and she was breathing in pins and needles. Without even thinking, her limbs kicked and clawed at the glass dome of the chair. She was no longer the bounty hunter Conrad Kellogg in Fort Hagan, she was Lynn Brockway, a temporally displaced lawyer searching for her son in a wrecked Boston but finding herself in the basement of the Memory Den.
Two figures stood silhouetted against the lounger’s frosted glass dome. They belonged to local journalist Piper Wright and the Memory Den’s medical expert, Doctor Amari.
“Lynn? Lynn can you hear me?” The doctor pleaded from out of sight. Lynn could barely see anything past the screen of her—no wait—Kellogg’s life. Her voice was lumped in her throat and the most she could let out was a harsh cough. She needed air NOW . The lid cracked an inch before Lynn found herself tumbling to the floor of Amari’s office and mentally spilling out into a puddle. Piper ran over to help her up.
“Blue are you alright?” She said, a comforting voice after witnessing once again all that separated Lynn from her old life. Lynn took a deep breath and shakily stood up.
“I can’t believe…” she wheezed and gave a shaky smile, “...teleportation! He’s alive!” Everything felt warm and safe again, but a dreadful pit opened up in her heart. She still had a chance to find her son, however he was being guarded by the most mysterious and dangerous entity in the Commonwealth. Lynn can't handle it alone, heck, she could barely handle existing in that moment. She took a step toward the door but collapsed. Doctor Amari gestured to a sofa nearby.
“You aren't going to want to move around so much right now. In order to fully explore the memories within Kellogg’s hippocampus, I had to inject you with some heavy sedatives,” the doctor ordered. “Everything will feel out of place for a bit, but it shouldn't hurt very much. Mr. Valentine is waiting upstairs. You should take a rest, Lynn.”
Piper half led, half dragged the sole survivor to the couch. Lynn, body too sluggish to move but too awake to sleep, stared up at the ceiling of the office. Doctor Amari’s office was a somewhat spacious room in the basement of the Memory Den, which happens to hold the title of the cleanest place in Goodneighbor. It had all the amenities a doctor's office would presumably have, such as stimpaks, bandages, a sink, rubber gloves, and whatnot.
Out of place, however, was a pair of memory loungers in the middle of the room. While she had been in one, Diamond City Detective Nick Valentine had occupied the other during her trance, serving as a way of processing the bounty hunter’s memories for viewing.
For now, Lynn was lying on the couch, Piper sitting beside her, doodling something in a note book.
Doctor Amari reassured the two that she’d be right back and left the room.
Lynn’s mind was over capacity in its analysis and mental replaying of the last few moments of Kellogg’s life.
Kellogg and company broke into Vault 111, decided Shaun was ripe for experimentation, killed her husband and everyone else she’s ever known, but decided that she was just marginally redeemable enough to keep alive.
But Kellogg stole more than just Shaun.
He had Shaun—had her baby—for ten whole years doing God knows what with him.
Lynn missed Shaun’s first word, his first steps, his first day of school. Learning what subjects he loves and teaching him to ride a bike and catching bugs and being a family. Shaun won't even remember her. She and her son are simply strangers with matching genes.
Kellogg stole everything from her.
Lynn actively tried to slow down but she was simply too anxious to process it all. She spent a long time staring into the ceiling fan before Piper said anything.
“So the bastard was in Diamond City the whole time and I couldn't sniff him out? I'm sorry I couldn't catch Shaun earlier,” she blamed herself half heartedly. Lynn snapped out of her fan-blade-induced trance. Piper was scribbling in her steno pad, crossing off clues and leads, taking a note of Kellogg’s residence and a possible story there. But the whole time, she was sniffling.
While Piper and Amari weren't witnessing it firsthand, they were still able to see what was going on in Kellogg’s head from the monitor in the waiting room. They’d seen everything. Both of them were right there with her.
“Imagine my own headline: Local Snoop Too Busy Digging Through Mayor’s Garbage to Notice a Kidnapping! ” There was a slight crack in her throat. She couldn’t imagine losing her sister, Nat. Nat was all the family Piper had left in the Commonwealth, just as how Shaun was the only family Lynn had left from her time. She felt herself tear up, but the reporter smothered it as best she could.
Lynn reached out and squeezed Piper’s hand.
“You did nothing wrong, Piper,” she said, “what matters is that my son still out there and that I will do everything I can to save him.”
“That’s a noble way of thinking, Blue. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you find Shaun.”
“I would be grateful for you to be there with me. Also, we should probably check on Nick before he rusts to death.”
Nick Valentine had his own steno pad he was writing in. Making connections, taking notes of possible locations the Institute would be, secretly doodling in the margins. Professional detective work. He had been alone in the waiting room, save for the overstuffed sofa he’s been lying on while Piper comforted the sole survivor downstairs in the doctor’s office. He heard some footsteps coming up from creaky wooden stairs.
“Well, I know you and Piper shop at the same office supply store,” Lynn smirked. The detective sat up and grinned.
“Hey, she’s awake! How was the journey to the center of the jackass? Heard from the doc that the Institute’s been using teleportation to cover their tracks.”
“It was…painful. I hope I never have to see Nate…like that ever again,” Lynn stopped, “you didn't see Kellogg’s memories, too? I would have figured so…” she trailed off.
“No, I was acting less as a server to your client and more of the physical components of the computer. I was out the whole time.” He sighed. “Shame, too. Figured seeing the inside of the Institute might surface some old memories on where to find it.”
“Jog the cogs, you mean!” Piper quipped. This shook a chuckle from Doctor Amari, who had just entered the waiting room. She looked Lynn up and down but seemed to be focusing on Nick.
“Take it easy, you too Mr. Valentine. While it's most likely that certain neurons associated with memory will refire oddly after this procedure,” she paused, “to be honest, I’m not sure exactly what will happen since I’ve never had a memory exploration quite like this.”
“I’ll make sure to take a note of anything that seems off, doctor. Thanks again,” replied Lynn.
“It's fine, in fact, it's amazing that the exploration was possible, using a synth brain to process cybernetic memories for viewing by organic beings. This could be groundbreaking for the Memory Den and my work,” Doctor Amari glanced at her watch and her expression changed from enthralled to a professional neutral.
“Unfortunately, right now I have to leave to fill some prescriptions and prepare for my next procedure. Take care.” The doctor promptly left the room, leaving Piper, Lynn, and Nick on the sofa. The three stood in silence for a few moments before the journalist decided it was a good time for a snack.
“Hey Blue, want a soda? Usually makes me feel better.”
“Sure, Piper,” said Lynn. She never really liked Nuka-Cola before the bombs fell, but there’s something endearing about 200-year-old flat soda. Piper stood to the side to rummage through her bag, presumably to find a bottle opener. Lynn looked back at Nick. She decided it was best to get down to business as soon as possible.
“What kind of leads do we have now? I figured that the Institute must be somewhere underneath the Commonwealth Institute of Technology, considering the name’s the-”
“You. The vault dweller,” a voice dark and all too real interrupted her. A pit as deep as the ocean opened up in Lynn’s stomach. No. Not this again. This can't be happening.
“I hope you got what you were looking for inside my head.” She looked down and saw only Nick, but she may as well have been staring down Kellogg once again. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Nick’s mouth moved but his voice wasn't the one coming out.
“I was right. I should have killed you when you were on ice.”
Suddenly, Lynn grabbed the bastard by the lapels of his jacket and slammed him into the wall. She didn't even realize what she had done until she found herself screaming.
“TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK THE INSTITUTE IS, YOU SACK OF SHIT! ”
“Lynn! What are you doing?!” Piper sprang between the sole survivor and the synth, trying to pry the woman off of him. She freed Nick, who took a few steps back from his assailant. Lynn was wide eyed and breathless, unable to form sentences.
“Kellogg did something—he’s in Nick! He was just talking! He’s still—he was talking! Through Nick!” Lynn couldn't articulate what she meant. She simply pointed at the detective.
“What did you say to me?” She paused after every word.
“I said that there will probably be a trail to the Institute at the CIT ruins, believe me,” repeated Nick. Lynn was still shaken. Why was Kellogg here?
“But what about the after effects! Of neurons refiring! There could be still traces of Kellogg in his brain!”
Piper cautiously approached Lynn and squeezed her hand.
“I…I didn't hear Kellogg speak. I heard Nick agree with your idea and then you tackled him,” admitted Piper.
“Lynn, when the doc was talking about this neuron business,” started Nick, concerned but defensive, “she was talking it affecting about you and not me, because I don't have any neurons!”
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Kinda dropped the ball on Botober, so let's see if I can manage Amphibiuary.
In the interests of completing things I am going to keep it simple and sketchy by using only a pencil brush (and sometimes a charcoal brush).
Day 01 is "dragon", so have this toad-dragon thing.
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Mr. Greedo dumb hands. 👽 🦂🔮 . . . #meshuggart #art #artist #illustration #painting #cartoons #future #surreal #surrealism #retro #aliens #scifi #horror #killer #doodle #drawing #sketch #sketchbook #micron #pentel #copic #freehand #aenigma #lowbrowart #rad #vhs #synth #monster
#micron#future#killer#freehand#surreal#artist#aenigma#scifi#sketchbook#sketch#painting#vhs#rad#synth#copic#pentel#meshuggart#surrealism#illustration#monster#retro#art#lowbrowart#cartoons#doodle#horror#drawing#aliens
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"I'm just going to do quick doodles for these," I said. "Some fast pencil scribbles."
*proceeds to spend an hour drawing a single frog.*
Clearly I am full of lies. It is 99% pencil tool though. Using the ink pen brush to do the eyes so they have crisp edges.
Amphibiuary Day 4: Sing. One of my favourite frogs, the spring peeper, Pseudacris crucifer.
My childhood home was very close to a large wetland area. You knew springtime was truly here when the peepers would start living up to their name. The volume level of their booty calls is not commensurate with their tiny size at all. Some ponds in the woods could be almost painful to stand near with how loud it would get.
Love these little dudes.
They sound like this:
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#Amphibiuary#Amphibiuary 2024#amphibian#spring peeper#best frog#peep peep peep peep#even keeping the windows closed will not keep out NOISY FROG SOUNDS#Pseudacris crucifer#Synth's dumb doodles#Autodesk Sketchbook#digital art#my art#I moved to another country and they don't exist here#I miss them#so sometimes I find YouTube videos of spring peeper noises to play in the background#frogs = best white noise machine#Youtube
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Turns out I lied. Not just gonna be doing quick sketches. Today's theme needed colour, so while this is still majority pencil tool, I used it more like a paintbrush.
Amphibiuary Day 02: Red.
Drew an Anthony's poison arrow frog. Sort of. The anatomy is all off but at least the colours are there
#Amphibiuary#Amphibiuary 2024#Synth's dumb doodles#my ary#Anthony's poison arrow frog#Epipedobates anthonyi#drawing#amphibian#frog
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After fifteen-ish years spent pouring most of my skill points into artisan crafts things I am now making an effort to de-garbage my drawing ability.
Please enjoy* this goomba I drew in Autodesk Sketchbook while on the bus to/from work:
*Or don't; I'm not gonna tell you how to live your life.
#goomba#Super Mario Bros#de-garbaging my art#starting simple#made extremely liberal use of the line-smoothing tool#because drawing in a moving vehicle is NOT conducive to smooth lines#Synth's dumb doodles#Autodesk Sketchbook#digital art#Super Mario#SMB#it's just a habit at the point to throw a watermark on all my shit
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Another dumb doodle I started on Saturday on the bus to work, and finished this morning on the bus to the makerspace:
Line-smoothing tool FTW again. Maybe next time I'll leave it turned off and keep all the jitters from drawing in a moving vehicle.
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