#falloutober2022

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Falloutober Day 2: Dream

A young Hanni spots Desert Rangers from afar

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Inktober (Falloutober) Day 5 - Old Fashioned

Old fashioned, bourbon, hold the cherry.

My Falloutober was getting too cute, so please welcome depressed RJ at the Third Rail. Angostura bitters to the bitter.

(Don’t roast me for the ice and orange twist, just imagine Charlie has fake ones and that since he’s a Right Bastard he uses them in hopes some fool actually tries to eat them)

I’ll fix the anatomy issue later tired now

[falloutober]

Falloutober is back this year with 31 days of apocalyptic prompts! Just as with other years, you are welcome to fill these from any fandom or original story, knowledge of Fallout not required!

Interpret these literally, figuratively, symbolically, astronomically, aeronautically, cytoplasmically, you know, however you want! Kink, whump, fluff, art, lit, screenarchery, music, just have fun! You can swap days around too as desired!

If you want me to see your posts and potentially reblog them to the falloutober blog, make sure to tag them #falloutober2022

If you'd like Alternate Prompts you can access the prompt lists from 2021 and 2020!

Typed list below the cut:

1 | World on Fire

2 | Dream

3| Aventure [No, that isn’t a typo!]

4 | Broken Glass

5| Old Fashioned

6 | Pseudoscience

7 | Blossoms

8 | Quicksand

9 | Dear Hearts

10 | Feast

11 | Famine

12 | Amphibious

13 | Blue Moon

14 | Meat

15 | Dime Novel

16 | Blackpowder

17 | Scavenger

18 | Sentimentality

19| To Victory

20 | Whiskers

21 | Out of Time

22 | Pack Hunter

23 | Aliens.

24 | Plague

25 | Mending

26 | Maybe

27 | Vae Victus

28 | Tooth and Claw

29 | Hades

30 | Darkness into Light

31 | Signing Off

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"Fine," said Olivia. "If I win, I want.." she looked up to the sky. Flower petals framed her peripheral vision. "I want to trade hats for the day."

RJ did not win.

Falloutober prompt "blossoms"

My people. I think I am kinda sorta getting closer to an 'art style' digitally? This looks really muddy to me and I feel like there's a better version of this but I'm not really sure how to get to that image so here we are!

Part of my own canon involves fan works that make it into the fic. @wastelandhell made this flower crown mod and I wouldn't have spent hours drawing this if it didn't exist (or drafting this for a chapter) so thanks bestie

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Lamp

One of my Fallout inktober featuring mothman.

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Fallout-ober Day 4: Broken Glass

The incident at Goodsprings left the Courier with another scar, and a fractured memory of her life before that night.

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Old Longfellow

I know he’s a DLC companion and I haven’t finished the vanilla ones yet… but he’s just so good! Time to visit Far Harbor again I think.

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Falloutober Day 1: World on Fire

And onto the second prompt list I’ve decided to tackle this month! I’m here with Falloutober, courtesy of @falloutober​! I really liked this particular prompt, and I ran with it. Ended up with a bit of a fluffy piece featuring my Sole Survivor, Hawke (originally named Hannah, pre-cryostasis) and her very favorite ghoul, Hancock. 

Warnings- mentions of drug/chem use

Length- around 900-ish words

(I don’t remember when exactly I took this screenshot, but it’s a pretty good one of the two of them)

The song floated over from the radio behind them. A small chuckle gave way to a sigh as Hawke snuggled herself deeper into the ratty couch. 

***

I don't want to set the world on fiiiire….

"What's funny, darlin'?" Hancock pulled her closer, idly running his fingers up and down her arm.  

"This song… it just makes me think. I did see the world on fire. Briefly. It's still so fresh for me, but I'm the only one. It's damn near ancient history for everyone else. I'm the only one who remembers what it was like before…" 

"I dunno how you do it. Lookin' out there and knowin' what it all is supposed to look like. I'd be so deep in chems you'd never see me again." 

"It's tempting. Trust me. If it wasn't for Shaun…" She took a deep breath. She was no closer to finding her son now than she had been when she'd woken up from cryosleep six months ago. 

As if intuiting her thoughts, he rubbed her arm gently. "We'll find him. Even if we gotta storm the Institute ourselves." 

"Just you and me?" 

"Yeah. Get us both some power armor and we'll be good to go." He joked. A long moment stretched out between them before he asked. "What was it like?" 

"What was what like?" 

"The world. What was it like before it got blown up?" 

The question surprised her a little. He'd never asked something like that before. Others had, but Hancock had always steered clear of anything that would bring up old pain. Ever since he'd gone back to the Vault with her that one time. He'd seen the cryochamber she'd been trapped in all those years, and the one across from it that Nate was still in. It had turned him quiet, and when they’d gotten back to her house in Sanctuary Hills he’d taken a Calmex himself before offering her some. After that, he never asked about her life before the war. Until now. 

She leaned a little closer to him, considering her words. "It was different in a way, the same in a way. People are people, no matter what the world looks like. So much is gone, of course; the law office where I used to work is part of the Glowing Sea now. I was just about to head back to work when the bombs fell. Shaun was going to go to a daycare a couple of days a week and stay the rest with Codsworth. I was looking forward to it, going for coffee first thing, seeing my coworkers. I'd even gotten my hair done to be ready." She laughed. "I'd look like a stranger to myself if that me saw me now. I used to wear suits and dresses, skirts with heels. Makeup always done, hair done." 

"Mmmm, skirts and heels?" Hancock teased gently. 

“Every day.” She teased back. But her smile turned sad. “It almost feels like someone else’s life. I guess it was, in a way. It was before I was me, and I was still her, that woman I was before. It was Hannah’s life, Hannah’s world. And it’s gone now, obliterated in a flash brighter than the sun. That’s what it looked like, you know.”

“You actually saw the bomb fall? I thought you were in the Vault when it happened?”

“We were on the elevator, and it was starting to go down. I didn’t see the bomb itself come down, just this blinding flash. Then the mushroom cloud, this column of fire going up. The elevator had gone down just enough that the shockwave passed right over us. It was loud. Louder than anything. So yeah, seeing the world on fire was the last time I saw it for two hundred years.” 

“Oh, darlin’...” he said softly. 

“It’s easier to talk about now. Like I said, it feels like another life. And this world… it’s a hard one. But it’s not all bad.” She shifted back to rest her head on his shoulder. 

“That’s just the chems talkin’.” 

“I haven’t taken anything today. I mean it. I mean, yeah, there’s so many dangerous things now, I never had to worry about Super Mutants and radscorpions and deathclaws before. But this is… freer.” 

“You sure you’re sober, baby? You just said you liked this shitty world.”

She laced her fingers into his. “Maybe I’m just more suited to this than I was to that world. I wonder if I really did belong there, or if I was just pretending. Maybe it’s just being so far removed from it… I… I don’t think I’d go back, even if I could.” 

“Really? You’re not bein’ serious, are you?”

“I am. I feel like I belong here now. And besides,” She turned to give him a grin. “I’ve met this handsome fella in the Commonwealth. He’s a mayor and everything.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad you’re here, too, darlin’.” 

The song had long ended, and another had taken over. They sat for a long moment, listening to a melody that had been old even in Hannah’s time. The world outside was indeed harsh; but right now, in this patched and rebuilt pre-war house in Sanctuary Hills, it was perfect.