#fosecretsanta2020

[nukashine]

i can finally post this!


happy holidays to @slyjinks, i was your secret santa this year!


and thank you to everyone at @falloutfandomeventhub for organizing this event, i had a great time participating for the second year in a row.

[makkuromurasaki]

My secret santa gift for @oloros12, their OC Chester Adler and Hancock. 

Happy Holidays!

And thanks to the @falloutfandomeventhub for organising this event ❤

[vwormsworld]

my secret santa gift for @mutfruittea​ !!

hope ya like it!!! twas a lot of fun to draw,, i love piper sm

[falloutfandomeventhub]

Fallout Secret Santa 2020

#FOSecretSanta2020

Hello everyone! Are you ready for another fandom event? Coming up in December we have the Exchange Event #FOSecretSanta2020 !

This event is our winter season secret santa, and everyone is invited to join.

For this event you will be creating content for other users, so please do not join unless you can commit to doing such. We understand that life can get in the way, and so we ask that if you must drop out please inform one of the mods! There is a three strike policy for dropping out so long as you contact the mods, however dropping out without contacting us will bar you from participating in future exchange events. Please check out the rules here for more information.

WHAT DOES THIS EVENT INVOLVE?

This will be a ‘gift’ exchanging event, and it will function as any other type of secret santa. The idea is that you are assigned someone to create a gift for, and you will also receive a gift by another user (hence the ‘secret’ part. No one is certain who their gifter will be!). We will use a generator to randomly assign folks to each other, so if you have an issue with the user you are assigned please contact the mods as soon as possible so we may reassign you! Only gift formats that can be given digitally will be accepted (think writing, drawing, photo edits, mood boards, so on). So long as your giftee can receive the gift via a DM or post, we will see that as an acceptable format.

HOW TO PARTICIPATE

TO ENTER please LIKE this post or contact the mods. We will consider all likes as interest in joining the Exchange Event, and you will be contacted December 1st by either @socksual-innuendos, @bloody-fists-beating-hearts, or @fallout-lou-begas. Those wishing to join via DMs please message either mod before December 1st.

Please do not like this post unless you are 100% interested in contributing to this event.

We encourage you to reblog this post regardless of interest, however. A reblog will not enter you into this event, but it will allow others to see and possibly participate!

ONCE YOU’RE IN

Once December 1st has passed, everyone who has joined the Exchange Event will be contacted. You will be asked three things, what your interests are (characters, locations, creatures, and so forth), what you would NOT like to see, and what format your contribution will be (written or drawn). Please feel free to make a list of your interests as this will help your Santa in creating your gift!

You will have three days to respond once contacted (December 3rd). Those who do not respond within that time period will be dropped from the Exchange Event with no strikes against you. Once everything has been gathered, we will send everyone their giftee with the list of their interests on December 4th and 5th, and you will have until the end of the month to complete it. Again, if you have an issue with your assigned user let us know so we can reassign you! We want everyone to participate, but we don’t want anyone to be uncomfortable.

All gifts will be given on December 31st 2020 to January 3rd 2021. This part is up to you! You will have the tumblr url of the person you are gifting to so you will be able to contact them. How you go about gifting is up to you, but please ensure you direct your giftee to your submission directly.

You can submit your gift publicly or privately. If you chose to post your work publicly, please tag it with #FOSecretSanta2020, or if you chose to post privately (via DMing your giftee) please also inform the moderator that contacted you that you have given your gift.

IF YOU DO NOT RECEIVE YOUR GIFT please contact the mods. We will take care of it as soon as possible.

Thank you for your consideration!

[casualcatastrophesincorporated]

Heres my fallout secret santa for @scipiolyoko

Had a ton of fun drawing this! hope you like it! 

I always thought it would be cool if non hostile animals gathered around those old war robots for protection, like a cow or deer should be close enough to there pre war counterpoints that the machines shouldn't see them as threats so I would think they wouldn't attack them while also defending against stuff like wolfs or ghouls and stuff. kinda like bastion in overwatch or the robot from castle in the sky, those kinda vibes.

[sarsaparilla-star]

i finally get to post this!!

merry (late) christmas!!! heres my secret santa gift for the fallout secret santa 2020!! this ones for @artemisagapetos​ who wanted a drawing of their original character, mina!! as soon as i saw mina and how dang TALL she was i just fell in LOVE tbh. i hope you like it!! <3 

[tacticalhimbo]

Happy Holidays!

This is now my second time partaking in a fandom event, and I thought the process was awesome! The team at @falloutfandomeventhub have been nothing but incredible, and I cannot thank their members again for hosting the 2020 Fallout Secret Santa!

Hello @euclidsefinder , I was your santa!

I saw Sarah Lyons in the list of interests and immediately had to draw her. I included two versions: One with the more "Fallout 3" aesthetic of... green, and the other more neutralized/color-corrected!

I hope you enjoy it ♡

[nonopi]

Vault Dweller Yancy “Tidy” Bakker for @sidoopa, my Fallout Secret Santa 2020 giftee

[bigmoodquotes]

I was @theuntitledwriter​‘s secret santa :D It was so much fun making this art piece

[lookbluesoup]

@falloutfandomeventhub Secret Santa for @farcrying of their Lone Wanderer, Aspen, and Dogmeat! You have a lovely LW I really enjoyed drawing them ;A; This is also my last art of 2020! I always seem to end up finishing something in the last few hours of the year, glad this got to be the piece

Happy holidays, hope your new year is pleasant! :D

[checkered-madness]

My secret santa gift for @bellzaboohuffin, I hope you like it!

[itisadragon]

Here’s my part of the holiday gift exchange, a gift for @alice-went-away ! I drew wiseman and Hancock hanging out, because I figured as the two leaders of ghoul settlements they would get along!

[kitkat-the-artist]

Be sure to kiss your local ex-Legion Mormon under the mistletoe this holiday season.

My Fallout Secret Santa gift for @of-devils-and-drawings. I really wanted to do a version with Boone, but got caught up with family business in between. I hope you had a wonderful holiday and hope your new year will be just as great.

[sunsets-cigarettes-switchblades]

Fallout Secret Santa Fic

Hi @yellowcandraw! I’m sorry this took so long to post! 

“Roxie!” Courier Six shouted as the cyberdog bounded toward him. His head whipped around wildly, scanning for danger. After an incident with a deathclaw nearly tore all of them to shreds near the entrance to the Mojave Drive-In, Six was on constant high alert.

Just behind Six, Arcade stood with Rex at his heel, head tilted in the Big MT sun. Six turned to face him, to gesture toward the miracle of science in front of him, and saw the look on his face. Six could see the cocked eyebrow and confused look a mile away. Beside him, Rex’s tail wagged, and he stood up on his haunches to investigate the newcomer with his owner.

Roxie rushed toward her target, heedless of the cry of her new master. After defusing the crisis with the Think Tank and retrieving his organs, Six made a beeline for back to the Mojave to retrieve Arcade and Rex. He prayed Arcade might be able to figure out how to crack the programming keeping Roxie stuck inside X-8. He knew what the Think Tank had done – created the cazadores, the night stalkers, and God only knew what else. He shuddered to think of what would happen if they got ahold of Roxie. Would they experiment on her? Tear her down to bolts and fur? They certainly wouldn’t leave her alone. After all, Six had denied them the pleasure of tormenting the Mojave – they would want something to entertain them, even for a short while. It was decided before he’d even left for the Mojave – Roxie would just have to come back with them. It would be another mouth to feed, but they’d make do. He just hoped Roxie got along with Rex. If they didn’t, truthfully, Six wasn’t sure what he’d do. Speaking of…

The cybernetic dogs were now circling each other, sniffing. The confused scowl on Arcade’s face deepened, and Six could almost see the gears turning in the Follower’s head. He ran the final few yard to his companions, both human and animal, waiting to have to jump in to separate a puppy fight.

To his joy – and surprise – Rex initiated the first friendly contact, a firm lick to Roxie’s snout. After that, all bets were off. The two barked at each other, haphazardly giving each other a good sniffing before playfully trying to tackle the other.

“Okay, so what’s the story here, Six? First you were gone for two weeks, then you come rushing out of the Drive-In like a deathclaw is on your tail, yelling about helping some dog. What the hell am I missing?” Arcade asked, speaking slowly as one would to a toddler.

“That’s Roxie! I found her! As for what happened…well, ya see, this is how it went…” Six explained. Arcade groaned, knowing he was in for an exceptionally longwinded tale of adventure and intrigue. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure how Six was alive at this point. He’d survived being shot in the head, was at the center of the rapidly brewing war for control of Hoover Dam, had helped Joshua Graham – the fucking Burned Man – defend the Zion from the White Legs, and now whatever he’d done after investigating the signal coming from the Mojave Drive-In.

Arcade fingered the key sitting in his left coat pocket. It unlocked the locker containing his father’s Enclave armor, his deepest and most treasured secret. He hope one day – one day – he would finally be able to share it with Six, but felt he couldn’t until the courier made a decision on the fate of Hoover Dam. If it fell to the Legion…

He shook off thoughts of the future as Six rambled about the cybernetic dog he’d created in the X-8 research center. The more Six talked, the more Arcade wanted to explore this…Big MT himself. Scientific curiosity was eating him alive!

 When Six finally finished, he was hoarse, and lying at his feet were two happy cyberdogs cuddled close together. He grinned to his human companion.

“See! They even get along!” Six proudly noted, gesturing toward Rex and Roxie. Arcade just rolled his eyes and set about trying to crack the code. He had to admit, watching the two dogs was pretty cute. He supposed it wouldn’t hurt taking the new dog back to the Mojave with them. After about an hour staring into the terminal screen, he whistled for Rex, and Roxie followed, both standing at attention. Six just grinned.

“Come on, pups! It’s time to terrorize the Mojave!” Six declared, sweeping his arms out broadly. Arcade’s mutter of, “drama queen” was lost in the excited barks of their canine companions.

Who knew what the future would bring – the Mojave could rise as its own power, push back the imperialistic NCR and the dictatorial Legion, standing on its own two feet once and for all. Or the Mojave could fall to either – annex and taxed by the NCR, or ruthlessly conquered by the Legion. All that Arcade knew for certain was that, in the end, the decision rested firmly on the shoulders of the no-name courier in front of him. Currently, said courier – said fate-maker – was laughing raucously as Rex and Roxie nipped his heels, and Arcade had a sudden sense that everything would turn out just fine in the end.

[alice-went-away]

Fallout Secret Santa

Dear @bagheera-is-back,  this year has been quiet different from what everybody had in mind. But we all found a way to get through it. I hope you got through it well and that you took the last few weeks in stride. I also hope your family is fine as well and you had good and merry holidays. I am your gift giver for the Fallout Secret Santa and wrote you two little stories to hopefully make you smile. I wish you a very happy 2021

MacCready: She loves to sing. Sometimes to external music, sometimes to music in her head. It doesn’t matter because she can’t sing in tune for the life of her. The only partial saving grace was maturity, which helped lower her voice so at least it was decently pleasant off-tune and not an ear drum rupturing kid screech. The day her son was born was probably one of the happiest days of her life. She sang to him in the womb and she would continue to sing to him, till he gets old enough to roll his eyes and groan at her. Thinking about it, even that wouldn’t stop her. And then – the bombs dropped. Her family got stored away in freezing pots and on top of all that she had to watch her husband get killed and her son getting taken away. The next she remembers is waking up in freezing cold and seeing all her neighbor’s dead – frozen in time. 

That’s the day she stops singing. 

She finds Codsworth and is more than happy to have a familiar face around. Preston becomes her right-hand man, and the Minuteman are getting stronger and stronger with every passing day. After weeks of repairing settlements and fortifying them up she finally has time to think about how she’s going to find Virgil. She can’t ask the brotherhood, plainly put because they’re pricks. She would ask Mick, but if she’s being honest, she’s a little worried about his circuits and she doesn’t want to risk anything with one of her closest friends. She can’t take Hancock because he was already too long gone from Goodneighbor. As much as she loves Curie, she probably isn’t ready for the whole Wasteland yet. Her thoughts drift from one friend to another till they finally stop at the one person she already worked with but isn’t sure if he even counts as a friend. Robert Macready. The man who doesn’t share but is a hell of a good shot. It could work. It has to work. Goodneighbor is the exact same as it always is when she’s visiting. He’s sitting in the same chair he already sat in as they met for the first time. “Haven’t seen you in a long time.” Of course, he would know it was her as soon as she entered. “Hey Mac”. Finally, he turns around to look at her. “What brings you into this most welcoming town this time around? Hancock got another job for you?” “Actually, I’m here to ask you something and nothing is obligating you to say yes” she looks everywhere but at him. He raises his eyebrow “Well traveling with you is fun, as long as you’re not sending me to farm, again I should be able to survive it.” A smile grows on her face “No, no farming this time. But we need to go into the glowing sea”. He nearly chokes “The *cough* the glowing sea? WHY?”. Sighing she explains everything she found out about the institute, the runaway doctor, her son, and the way to get inside the institute. He listens, but she can clearly see he can’t follow everything. She pulls out a map and shows him the exact way she wants to follow. “I’ll follow you. I will do everything in my power to help you get the information you need. But I have a request to make,” he looks up to see her already staring at him and nodding “we’ll be passing right by a building called MedTek. I want to search it for something important that I need.” She’s nodding again. What will he need from the building? Since he already turned around and grabbed his rifle, she’s guessing this conversation is over and she’ll have to wait for another moment to question him. Two days later they are on the road together. Some hours get buy without either of them uttering a word while other times they jump from topic to topic and can’t seem to stop talking. She still doesn’t know what Mac needs from MedTek but they’re nearly there, so she’ll find out. They arrive and the building looms abandoned but not completely destroyed. What they didn’t expect was the swarm of feral ghouls that awaited them after nearly every door. Finally, they arrived inside the last room. Macready has been mumbling something that sounds like please this whole time. She closes the door just incase some more ghouls decided to wake up and visit them. “Macready please. What are we looking for?” He looks over to her. “I’m sorry I guess I haven’t been very fair to you. I’m looking for a cure. A cure to a fairly unknown disease. But - - - but my son is sick. And I don’t know how long he still has. MedTek is known for the fact that they have experimented with diseases and they must have found a lot of cures.” He stares at her with a slight panic in his eyes. She nods and begins searching. They will have a of other time to talk, right now calming him down by showing him she will be at his side is more important. They find the cure. They check if the cure is actually for the disease that sounds closest to what Duncan has and they get the hell out of that building. Macready seems to not be able to actually grasps what’s happening. “What if we take a retour to Goodneighbor, send the cure off, restock, sleep and then make our way into the hell that is the glowing sea?”. He smiles and nods, that’s enough confirmation she needs. 

There’s a smile on her face. She helped his son already, her son is gonna be saved soon. 

On their way back to Goodneighbor, Macready cleans his throat and looks at her. “You should really sing more.” Shocked she stares at him. “You were humming and quietly singing to yourself nearly this whole time back.” She chuckles “I’m sorry, I guess this adventure reminds me of something” she just smiles at his confused face and keeps on walking. 

Maybe she’ll find her voice again.

Hancock: He’s fairly sure he has never seen anything more beautiful in his life. The last few weeks went by in a haze, partially because he was busy running Goodneighbor and saving the world with the general of the minutemen herself. Maybe it also was a side effect of the jet he consumed whenever a mission went exceptionally well. After the biggest rush was over, he took up the invitation of staying in Sanctuary for a few days to lay low. He knew damn well he could take a break. It wasn’t unusual to hear sounds in the night, turrets were humming, animals making sounds, Codsworth humming through town and the occasional reparations done by Sturges or whoever is still up and can’t get some shut eye. It also wasn’t unusual that he was the one up all night because the left-over drugs were keeping his body running or just his mind doesn’t want to shut up. What was unusual though was waking up to see the whole settlement lit up by hundreds probably thousands of small little lights. He guessed it was around five or six in the morning because the sun wasn’t up yet, and he also seemed to be the only one walking around just yet. Sitting down on one of the watch towers as he liked to call them gives him a beautiful view of the whole settlement. He has never seen something more beautiful. “I didn’t expect you to be awake already”, to his right the general herself takes place. “More like, I’m still awake and decided to take a morning stroll.” He winks at her. A smile spreads on her face. “Morning stroll, of course honey.” She bumps her shoulder into his and then lays her head on his shoulder. “Guess how many lamps that are?” “Probably around 100” he says curiously and tries to count the lamps he can see. On his shoulder it feels like she’s nodding before she says, “Exactly 439, if you count the ones at the front gate too.” He nods impressed and takes another drag of his cigarette. “They’re beautiful, but I gotta ask: What did you put them up for?” She breathily laughs “It’s Christmas.” He looks at her curiously. He heard the word before, and Deacon had talked about it a few times, but he does not really have a clue what Christmas is supposed to be. She sees his curious stare “Christmas was always my favorite holiday as a child. The whole family was coming together, there was way too much food to eat, your grandparents would tell stories of their childhood and your parents would force you to learn a poem to perform in front of your family.” He chuckles “Sounds like a fun time.” She nods eagerly “Hell yes, as a child getting presents from everybody in your family was the best thing ever, but as you grow older you start to appreciate other things within Christmas time. How the lights give you warmth, the smell of your home calms you down no matter how stressful your day was and how many memories old songs could unlock.” – she sighs and cuddles closer to him – “But sadly that traditions don’t seem to have survived 200 years in the apocalypse. So, I hung up lights. Sadly, there seem to be no Christmas songs that survived. I asked Travis and Magnolia and no chance. Nothing there.” He puffs the smoke along to her telling her story and enjoys her presence. “We can write our own Christmas songs. Make them up so they fit into our time.” He smiles as she jumps up excited. “Hell yes, I���m gonna ask Piper for inspiration.” she speaks in his direction before she is already gone.

Leaning back, he relaxes, takes the last drag of his cigarette and smiles. Looking over the settlement and the fading back of the general a thought crosses his mind, maybe he has seen something this beautiful in his life already. 

[jabber99er]

Finally time to drop my secret Santa Gift! I got to work With @checkered-madness ‘s OC Al. Hope you enjoy your (late) Christmas present!