#fooctober21

[falloutfandomeventhub]

☢️Fallout OC-Tober☢️

A whole month dedicated  to your OCs and exploring what makes them great! What better way to do  that than to get inspired by some prompts. Everyone is invited to join,  and every OC from every game from the series is welcome (Yes, even Tactics). Whether you write, draw, screenshot, or cosplay, we want to see you participate.

Each week you will have three specific prompts to fill out. Use any medium you wish to fill them, then tag your post with #FOOCtober21 ! Also have fun with the bonus prompt on the 31st! It may not be original, but it certainly is a classic.

Don’t  like any of the specific prompts? That’s okay! We’ve provided you with an  alternative one word prompt for you to take inspiration from. If you  want to do both prompts, please feel free to!

☢️Prompts☢️

Please  note, the alternative prompts are words intended to be vague to inspire  your own take on the subject. Anything will work for them, so get  creative!

Oct  1 - OC’s favorite location  or  Storm

Oct  4 - What makes your OC S.P.E.C.I.A.L.  or  Disuse

Oct  6 - OC’s preferred companion  or  Luxury    

Oct  8 - Random moment in time  or  Discovery

Oct 11 - Your OC’s biggest fear  or  Growth

Oct  13 - The ideal wasteland meal  or  Motivation

Oct  15 - OC’s favorite critter  or  Bizarre

Oct  18 - Your favorite thing about your OC  or  Psychedelic

Oct  20 - What the future holds  or  Familiar

Oct  22 - What your OC never leaves without  or  Dawn

Oct  25 - Your OC’s lowest point  or  Gigantic

Oct  27 - Your OC’s best outfit  or   Murky  

Oct  29 - A line your OC would never cross  or  Sound  

Oct 31 - BONUS PROMPT: Haunted!!

[bellaciaofallout]

"This photo is my favorite companion in a nutshell! On my left, Nick Valentine, a true friend, always the right word, seeking negotiation to violence. When we are seen together, it is always for a challenging mission! And afterward, long discussions over a drink, even if he doesn't drink. On my right is my paladin Danse. Unlike Nick, we are a brute force team. But behind this tin can is a big heart and a beautiful soul. I discovered a man as sensitive as he is devoted throughout our adventures, and I fell in love with him. What a pleasure to travel with him! But the best is in the middle! Dogmeat, my beloved! I met him when I was running away from the Gunners, he followed me during my year in hiding. He is always with me, he follows me everywhere, faithful among the faithful, the best of all. Then he's so cute! Fallout OCtober : Best companions for Gloria

[tanlotts]

Random moment in time for #FOOCtober21: I decided to share this super adorable picture of my OC Nora and her beloved son Shaun having a family moment at their home.  

[wishing4nuclearwinter]

Wishing4NuclearWinter’s FNV October Prompts Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who’s been interacting with my fics this October! Here are links to each of the prompts I did on tumblr. All of them have also been published to AO3 here if you prefer that format!

↓ List below the cut ↓

You, Me, and the Gun Between Us [Benny & Courier] - Whumptober No.2: “Talking Is Overrated; Garotte”

These Silly Little Things [Boone/Courier] - Whumptober No.4: “Do You Trust Me?”

A Man-Made Monstrosity [Vulpes/M!Legion OC] - Whumptober No.5: “Betrayal; Misunderstanding”

The Easiest Part Is Letting Go [Courier/Arcade/Boone] - Whumptober No.6: “Bruises; Touch Starved; Hunger”

Please Don't Carry Me Home [Arcade/Boone(/Courier)] - Flufftober Day 6: “Fireman’s Carry”

Just Common Human Fragility [Arcade/Courier] - Whumptober No.8: “Coughing Up A Lung”

I Got Shot in the Head and All I Got Was This Lousy Migraine [Veronica & Courier] - Whumptober No.10 “Flare-Up”

The Courier Killed The Radio Star [Arcade/Courier] - Fallout OC-tober #11: “Your OC’s Biggest Fear; Growth”

When I Say I Hate the Ghost in Our Bed, I Don’t Mean It Poetically [Ringo/OC & Courier] - Flufftober Day 12: “Sleep Kiss”

The Taste of Flesh and Love Forlorn [Vulpes/Legion OC] - Whumptober No.12 & 13: “It’ll Be Fun, They Said” + “That’s Gonna Leave A Mark”

Could He Have This Dance? [Boone/Courier(/Arcade)] - Flufftober Day 14: “Slow Dancing”

If I Could Catch You, I Would Hold You for a Day [Arcade/Boone(/Courier)] - Flufftober Day 17: “Lazy Sundays”

Dearly Departed What Have We Gathered to Witness? [Benny & OC & Courier] - OC-Tober Day 25: “Spirit”

Bury Me in the Wreckage [Vulpes/Legion OC] - Whumptober No.26 & 27: “You Will Go Down With This Ship” + “I’m Fine, I Prom...”

Quite the Keeper of You [Vulpes/Legion OC] - Flufftober Day 30 (not really fluff): “Fall Asleep In My Lap”

[archersartcorner]

Next FOOCtober prompt for Six! Six is just. *hides behind Arcade for any reason*

[robogenko]

Fallout OC-Tober Day 1:

What is your OC's favorite location?

Genko's favorite place is in bed with his loves ~ 💜🧡❤️

I'm a little behind, but hoping to catch up this week ^^ I got one more to post today.

[wingsy-keeper-of-songs]

Fallout OC-Tober 2021

Oct. 8th: Discovery

“Wait a minute, are you telling me that Blue...our sweet, lovable Blue...is a synth?” Piper looked as if she were going to be ill. “Like she got replaced when we weren’t looking?” Nick shook his head.

“It’s not like that, Piper. Juliet was a synth the moment we met her. She’s been one all along, and she was definitely not programmed to replace anyone.” He replied. “In fact, I’m not sure just what it is the Institute DID make her for, and neither is she.”

“Maybe she’s a protoype,” Ellie offered from her mountain of paperwork and neglected bills. “It would make sense. She was discarded like you were, Nick and maybe the Railroad found her and wiped her memories.”

“That would make a lot of sense, but the Gen 3s are relatively new still, aren’t they?” Piper hummed in thought. “Their first exposure to the Commonwealth was when the CPG was formed and then the massacre...”

“That was the one we know of, but maybe there’s more to it than that.” Nick countered with a drum of his metallic fingers. “This is getting deeper and deeper the more we dig into it. We might just have to ask Amari about it, see if she remembers. Our girl doesn’t know for sure either. But I also don’t want to dredge up any painful memories for her if she’s happy being who she is now.”

“We should leave it up to her, then.” Piper decided. “It’s her life and her decision to make.” Ellie nodded in agreement.

“I’ll see if I can get her on the radio. She’s been doing some, er, field work with Hancock and Preston lately. She shouldn’t be too hard to find.” Nick thought he caught something of a playful gleam in Piper’s eyes and he narrowed his own.

“Whatever it is you’re plotting over there, don’t.” He warned. Piper just looked at him innocently and drew an imaginary halo over her head.

[newworldriot]

Fallout OCtober 2021 (belated) Day 3: OC's Preferred Companion OR Luxury

🏜🏜🏜🏜🏜🏜

Click click click click.

"Six."

Click click click click click.

"Hold on, I've almost got it-"

Click click click cli-

"Courier."

Clattering and a quiet huff.

Walking across the desert can lead to some patches of radiation. Low doses are survivable, but they add up if not attended to. And in Camp Searchlight, that very fact can turn deadly quick. Fixing a gun is important, sure, but not turning into a ghoul proves top priority to everyone except the courier in question.

"Ah ha! Got it!"

Beaming with pride, the courier turns on their heels, displaying their repaired Cowboy Repeater - not in perfect condition, but much better off than it was when they got to the heart of the town.

Silence, followed by a nod and a hum of approval.

"You're getting better at it. Not a master yet, but you'll survive fine without my help. Good work."

Hat tipped down, the courier grins with a blush. The sniper is one to rarely make comment on things, much less compliments, causing Six's heart to flutter at receiving such high praise. They love and adore all the friends they've made along the way, no doubts about it; but, even they have to acknowledge their rather blatant favoritism for the ex-NCR sniper. His quiet demeanor and bluntness balance out their loud and proud behavior and kinder words. When they struggle to admit truth, he fills in the blanks - especially where deaths are involved. And, when he needs a gentle push, they have his back and encourage him to say what he needs or wants. A fine pair of snipers, Six is much better at distraction and persuasion, allowing Boone to take the shot and cover them when things go south. The two bounce off each other perfectly, and best of all, he lets them pick the music.

"Well, while I appreciate your words, I couldn't have done it alone. Between you and Raul, I've learned a lot about the weapons I carry and how to best keep them in one piece. So, thank you."

"Don't mention it. Take some RadAway before you get sick."

"I'll be okay until we get back to the 38. We should stop at Novac to resupply, maybe catch up with everyone and then to Vegas."

"Sounds like a plan, Six."

As he starts walking away, the courier watches with a mix of joy and adoration as the sniper quietly talks to the eyebot floating beside him. 'My boys. God, I love them.'

"Six! Let's go!"

"Right behind ya!"

[pumpkinov]

Fallout OC-Tober 2021

Oct 8 - Random Moment In Time

Macready squinted as the slight woman in front of him lined up her shot. Her posture was good, but it was taking her a long time to pull the trigger. He cleared his throat a little, “Sometime today would probably be a really good time, Boss.” She stuck her tongue out at him, before squeezing the trigger. The bullet hit it’s mark, shattering the glass bottle.

She grinned widely, turning to face him. “That’s four for four, suck my ass Macready!”

He whistled through his teeth, “Yeah, real impressive boss. Now try it again but try not to let an entire afternoon pass you by while you’re doing it.”

She rolled her eyes, “I’m getting better though!”

He reached for a cigarette, “Yeah look, you are. But at a fuh-freaking snail’s pace.”

She holstered the pistol and reached for her own pack of cigarettes, “Look, yeah, OK, sure. But sharp-shootin’ ain’t learnt in a day, is it? Or shooting in general. It’s surprisingly more difficult than point and click.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Point … and click? What gun are you clicking?”

She waved her left hand as her right flicked the wheel on her lighter, “Whatever, whatever. Point is, I’m improving. Be supportive.”

He grunted, about to reply but decided against it. He just didn’t understand how anyone was so bad at shooting. Like, not everyone had his skill, but she was still learning how to hit stationary targets. Did her parents not teach her? Even kids born in big cities, and vaults learnt to shoot. It was … weird.

She was packing up her stuff now, a cigarette hanging from her mouth. The streets around Goodneighbour were good to practice shooting in, but the sun was setting and it was time to disappear back behind it’s grungy walls. At least until his boss could hit something without taking twenty minutes to line the shot up. Then he heard the noise. The growling. His heart thumped, he knew that noise anywhere. He reached for his rifle, but the feral was faster. It reached out from underneath the car they’d lined the jars up on, and grabbed Portia by the foot. She gasped, a sound that was almost hilariously relaxed considering the circumstances and yanked her leg up, trying to get free. That, of course, did nothing but pull the feral further out from beneath the car. He lined the shot up and put a bullet through its eye, it made a sad fwump sound as it hit the concrete.

He grinned, thumbing his hat and opening his mouth for a jibe - something about the boss buying the first round tonight - when the next shot rang out. He hadn’t even seen Portia reach for her gun, but it was now in her hands and her arms were outstretched. Pointing towards him. Sort of. Aiming a little high if she was shooting at him. He turned, she hadn’t been shooting at him. The feral behind him collapsed, the shot had gone through its chest. It wasn’t dead, it was now scrambling around on the road behind him, still moving forward, leaving a dark streak of gore behind it. She shot again, this shot went straight through it’s head. It fell silent and still.

“Nice job!” he breathed out, heart racing.

“”Five for five.” Her voice was breathy, panicked. But there was a smile on her face. “Suck my ass, Macready.”

[some27-url]

Fallout OCtober 2021!

(I'm going to do Sundays instead of Mondays. Mondays are bad for me. 😭)

Oct  4 - What makes your OC S.P.E.C.I.A.L.  or  Disuse

"Howdy, honey bun!"

Sturges started at the sound of the girl's voice ahead of him. Her form was blurry as it approached and he hadn't realized til then just how long he'd been staring at that damn circuit board. He gave his head a sharp shake and blinked a few times. "Well hey there, sweetpea! Bout time you came back 'round to see me!"

Nora was out of her usual armor and wearing an oversized set of coveralls, cinched tightly at the waist. They looked nice and intact and he wondered where she'd found such a commodity. 

"Couldn't've been more than a few days!" she claimed, dropping herself down on the picnic table next to his work. He shifted himself back on the bench to allow her her space, but even from there he could smell the clean smell of soap rolling off her. 

"It's been at least a week since we saw you last, honey."

"Really? I've been gone that long?"

"Yeah. That long."

"Didja miss me?" 

She'd twisted to look down at him and for a moment all he could see was just how unzipped she'd left her zipper. Maybe it wasn't such a treasure afterall, if the zipper didn't work. Way she had it, she'd end up with an awful dirty chest after a hard day's work. Nah. Definitely not practical. It did make for a nice view, though that wasn't his to enjoy.

He looked back at his circuit board, returning to the task of pouring over every little detail to try and find the defect. 

"Well, 'course I did. Lot to do 'round here, and 'bout none of the settlers've got a lick of sense about this sorta thing." He gestured to the circuit board. 

"Ahh." Nora supplied flatly. "Well, if it's any consolation, they're the same everywhere I've been. Innit odd that everyone wants clean water and electricity, and yet no one knows how to do any sorta serious wiring?"

Sturges laughed. "I dunno if 'odd' is the word I woulda used, sugar."

"What word would you 've used, Sturges?"

"Dumb."

Nora barked a laugh. "Dumb. Yeah... I mean, it's only their survival at stake. Proper hydration? Pft. Who needs it?" 

Nora quieted for only a moment as he worked. Then she said "What, uhm. What're you doing tonight, Sturges?"

"Oh, dinner at the bunkhouse and then I was gonna sit 'n look at some of those manuals you brought." Same as any other night. 

"Oh. Well... would you maybe want some company? I could join you..."

Hmm… Did he want to spend a cozy evening alone with a beautiful, curvy, handy woman just to have her wander off and leave him again the next day?

"I wouldn't be good company," he said.

"Sure you would."

"I really am just gonna read over those manuals."

"Sounds interesting."

Something awful lonely settled over him. He wondered briefly and not for the first time what it be like to have Miss Nora as a permanent fixture around Sanctuary. They'd have no shortage of reasons to be around each other, fixing things and building things… they'd share meals and talk shop and, in the evenings, he would call on her and treat her as a lady should be treated. 

He met her gaze and, for a second, he got to enjoy the flirty look there... then the soft smile and crinkled eyes fell away into something more serious. She broke eye contact and said "Uhm… so what's wrong with this thing?"

Sturges breathed a sigh of relief at the change in subject. He lifted the circuit board. "You tell me. Been starin' at it for the better part of a half hour and I can't figure it out."

She'd had the thing in her hand for all of 10 seconds before she pointed to a spot and said "Here."

Sturges did a double take. Right under her nail and in a spot he'd looked at one hundred zillion times already, he saw it. A teeny tiny break in the circuit. "Well, I'll be."

He picked up his tweezers to get after removing the dud connection. 

"I'm setting up a noodle factory in Sunshine tomorrow. Lots of machinery to put together… no chance you'd wanna come with and give me a hand, huh?"

She sounded about as hopeful about that as she should've. He offered her something of a cheeky grin, though he didn't feel all that chipper, when he said "We'd be back by dinner, right?"

Nora's nose crinkled up at his question and she shook her head, just as he'd known she would. 

He gave her a softer smile then and she pulled her gaze off him quickly, sniffing and pushing herself up off the table. Her voice was real small when she said "Well I'll see you around, then, Sturges. Take care."

He turned and snuck a look at her over his shoulder as she walked away. She had a little less of a sway in her step than she used to… or was it just that she'd lost a little around her hips? He sighed. If she would just agree to stick around Sanctuary, he'd feed her better than she fed herself, that's for sure. She wasn't the type to settle in, though, and he wasn't fit for the road.

SomeURL on Ao3 🥰

[firekitty1213]

FOOctober day 4: random occurrence

Hmm, after all the shit I've been through, nothing is really random anymore.

"What about the incident in the glowing sea?"

"That wasn't random, you kept pressuring me until I finally confessed."

"Not that, the other incident. Involving the raiders?"

"Wha?"

"You know mum, how they reacted to the radiation?"

"Ooooh! I completely forgot about that!"

So basically we returned to the glowing sea for fresh meat (deathclaw meat is surprisingly good) and we ended up being chased by a raider group who followed us all the way from sunshine tidings. Well the radiation doesn't affect me because I'm already a freak of nature and of course codsworth is a robot. These raiders just charge in towards us while there's full radiation and I just expected them to just die from rad exposure, but no. They fucking mutate. Like I mean unstable super mutant mutations. This wasn't some fev thing, they turned into these, just, freaks that were immune to rads. Well I'm immortal so I'm not too worried for myself but codsworth can still get damaged, so I go to kill them. Only, apparently they're basically zombies and are still attacking with all their limbs blown off and all. I finally just bashed them all in the head with my bat.

"And they had the audacity to call you a freak"

"Yeah, what the hell! They're painfully mutating and still are calling me a freak"

[toxickimi]

The Future

So the future for my girls is to hopefully be able to still write fanfics with them. Though I may move on one day from Fallout I don't want to loose them.

They are like my children and I will honestly cry when the time comes when I'll have to say good bye to them. I hope that if I die I can meet them or even become like Kimikyo. She's everything I want to be as a person.

[bellaciaofallout]

"I still don't know why I chose Gunners to disappear, I needed space, time, and orders, and they had that. I don't have many good memories with them, just badass missions, some difficult decisions, and good stuff to play with. We weren't bad guys, just mercenaries, but it wasn't me. But I loved spending time with MacCready. We would climb to the top of the Mass Bay Medical Center and look at the night view. We spoke little, shared a cigarette, and for a few minutes we were no longer venal mercenaries, just a guy and girl with broken lives, but together."

Fallout OCtober : Random moment in time for Gloria

[tanlotts]

OC’s preferred companion for #FOOCtober21: My OC Ace’s preferred companion will always be his husband Preston <3 

[nightingaelic]

One more time for the folks in the back, here's my Vaultoween 2021 prompt list, and here are some lovely alternatives!

Fallout-ober by @falloutober, tag your work #falloutober!

Fallout OC-tober over at @falloutfandomeventhub, tag your work #FOOCtober21!

Sharetober by @kayydotts, tag your work #Sharetober 2021!

Inktober if you're feeling classic, tag your work #inktober 2021!

Happy arting/writing!

Hey y'all! So in the spirit of the drawing challenges that have come before, I decided I wanted to work on my doodling skills with a Fallout twist this coming October. I came up with a mixed list of Fallout and generic prompts, and I plan to post my works on this blog each day of the spookiest month for the first annual Vaultoween! Maybe it'll just be me, but you are more than welcome to participate if you're interested, in any medium you choose: Ink, pencil, digital, watercolor, wordsmithing, even sculpture. Hell, I'd love to see some Fallout sculpture. Just tag your piece with #vaultoween2021 and I'll feature it on my blog! I'll also be sprinkling in some writing among my 31 art pieces, so watch for that. Have a lovely October everyone, and a Happy Vaultoween!

[archersartcorner]

IM TIRED OF INKING THINGS TAKE SKETCHES YALL LIKE THESE TOO IT SEEMS!!!

FOOCtober prompt OCs favorite companion this time with my SoSu! He likea Hancock :) pls don’t leave them alone for more than 2 minutes they will Scheme