AUs and Art

Occassionally things might slide towards NSFW territory, and, in general, there will be het, m/m, and f/f drawings here. Please do not borrow/use any of my work without asking first. You can find me several places around the Internet: DeviantArt, LiveJournal, AO3 Art Tag, Fan Art Tag

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Wasteland Wanderer 

championofpitfalls:

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thesilverfeatheredraven:

historymiss:

thesilverfeatheredraven:

The place is small and dirty, an old gas station on the outskirts of town converted into a bar. The alcohol is harsh and burns all the way down. Basja’s pretty certain it’s toxic enough to kill all the nasty things probably stuck to the glasses that they’re served in. No matter how hard someone tries to clean them, they never are.

Nothing is ever clean out in the wasteland.

She comes back in the evening, after a day out in the waste, pack laden with choice cuts of gecko meat. Basja doesn’t like gecko meat herself, but the few inhabitants of the little town the gas station is a part of do, and if she’s going to run around clearing the countryside of the pests she might as well put their carcasses to some use.

Basja walks in, and stops.

There’s someone in her seat.

There are only a few things that Basja likes that she can still have, the wasteland having claimed everything else, and that seat is one of them.

“Hey,” she says, striding over and dropping her pack on what serves as the bar. Gecko blood seeping through the canvas smears across the counter. “You’re in my seat.”

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Basja punches things to death.

She punches things to death.

I don’t know if I can top that.

 I’m gonna marry this

I am

just watch me

Just watch out, Sev, it might give you radiation poisoning. It is Fallout, after all.

(And, omg, the ballistic fists are way too much fun. Pushy is my favorite weapon in NV; I cackled the first time I used it because it totally threw a Bighorner across a valley)