#prompts!!

[falloutocweek]

Prompts have been chosen:

Day 1: 10 Years Later or Pre-Game & Post-Game

Day 2: Companion(s) or Faction(s)

Day 3: Memory or Raison D’être (the most important reason or purpose for someone or something’s existence)

Day 4: Favourite Weapon or Patching Up

Day 5: Pinup or OC x& Canon

Day 6: DLC or Radio

Day 7: Free Day

Monday 9th- Sunday 15th March!

Rules and taglist below the cut:

- Please tag all your works/posts with #fallout oc week 2026, #Fallout OC week and @ this blog! If your work is on Ao3 please also use the tags, and add your work to this collection https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Fallout_OC_Week_2026 (which is called Fallout_OC_Week_2026)

- An OC must be a major character in your work!

- No shipbashing or anti-OC content (please do not be mean to anyone else! This is about love and community)

- ANY ship is allowed! Enjoy yourself!

- You can make any form of fanwork, such as fanart, fanfic, a moodboard, a collage, an animation, an edit, something physical, etc... So long as it stars an OC!

- Please tag everything clearly, especially NSFW works!

- No Al "art" or "fics", etc. Spell check is fine, don't worry.

- Prompts:

- Day 1: 10 Years Later or Pre-Game & Post-Game

- Day 2: Companion(s) or Faction(s)

- Day 3: Memory or Raison D’être (the most important reason or purpose for someone or something’s existence)

- Day 4: Favourite Weapon or Patching Up

- Day 5: Pinup or OC x& Canon

- Day 6: DLC or Radio

- Day 7: Free Day

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@gardening- -tools

@ezekiel13

@blueghostiecreations

@mariasklodowskastwixbar

@goodbyegoodsprings

@thethingsnerd

@miss-fortune8

@toxickimi

@istanbulite

@creepygirlbee

@typosandtea

@amoaliquis

@cool-n-out

@twosides- -samecoin

@tacticalhimbo

@mootthemute

@krowberries

@trans-moth-man

@gothicorvintage

@drjjjfaustus

[yapfester]

Happy Thedas Weekend! For Lyra Lavellan x Solas: "briefly tracing the lines of their palms"

Thank you! ( @thedasweekend )

Lyra was curled in the chair he had added just for her, watching him paint. He could feel her eyes on his back as he painted the wall.

“Commemorating our victory at Adamant?” She asked softly.

“Indeed. You did well.” He replied. “Though I still believe your decision to integrate the Wardens was unwise.”

Lyra huffed and shifted in her chair.

“They needed somewhere to go. And with increased darkspawn activity, it’s good to have them on our side.”

“I suppose. But they tampered with things beyond their imagination. A very dangerous thing to do.” He replied. She fell silent, tracing his every movement again.

He finished his painting, noticing her asleep. Her marked hand was hanging off the chair and he crouched beside her.

The Anchor crackled at his presence and he traced his hand over the glowing mark. His fault.

Lyra stirred in her sleep, blinking blearily at him.

“Solas?” She murmured.

“It’s alright, vhenan. Go back to sleep,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her marked palm. She sighed and drifted off again, allowing him to trace the jagged edges of the Anchor for a moment. He had to tell her. Soon. When things settled.

[widebrimmedhatsblog]

Going to take a page out of @caeli0306’s book and do celebratory request/prompt fics in honor of finishing nights!!

So, if you have any prompts or requests for me, send them my way! It can literally be anything Empyrean, canon compliant OR au, I just want to have fun. It’s also my way of thanking you guys for being so lovely, so please don’t hesitate to send me something if you have anything in mind!!

[scara-meow-che]

Ok so this audio but with Childe just think about it.

The audio is from Professor Cal on Reddit

OH FUCKKKKKKK

-zero anon❤️‍🔥

💬 — PLS I KNOW THIS AUDIO LIKE THE BACK OF MY HAND, HONESTLY ONE OF MY FAVES. i still don't forgive cal for his past actions but i won't deny that his audios slap 😳😳 ALSO LISTEN TO THIS because it fits childe so well 🥺🥺🥺 that audio made me fell in love with childe because gAH IT WAS SO SWEET.

[skiitter]

so I had this dumb idea. Basically V gets a little flying drone with a hologram projector and syncs it with their brain implants and voilà, others can see and hear the man as well. Of course the range is limited so they have to be together and he can't touch anything except for V... and that's as far as I've gotten I'm not really creative but it think it might be fun to see him interacting with others and them be like "So this who u have to share your brain with? Sorry lmao"

Here you go!:

"Stop.”

“Look, you’re a stupid bitch if you think the Tyger Claws are gonna let you take fucking Clouds”

“Johnny, seriously.” 

“Is he like this all the time?” Judy gestures to the hologram, lounging against her kitchen counter.

“Worse, if you can believe.”

“Standing right fuckin’ here.” They ignore him. 

“Why’d you do this, again?”

“Vik said it would be better for my brain, take the strain off if I let him out. Like some kind of rabid dog.”

“Fuck you, rabid dog. I’ve saved your life more times than you can count, bitch. Tell Judy about the scav hideout last week. You’da been fuckin’ flatlined without me.” When V says nothing, he turns to her friend. “You make her feel--”

“Okay, no. Rules, Johnny.” 

“All soft inside. She dreams about eatin’ you out, spreadin’ your legs at that little braindance rig of yours.”

“Christ alive, what the fuck?” V is livid and Judy struggles to keep the smile off her face.

“Fuck, he’s awful.” Her friend laughs, helping to cull some of V’s rampant embarrassment. Johnny launches into another tirade, but is ignored. Someone, having him out to be everyone’s problem, makes him much less one of hers. 

[orchidscript]

Fic starter: He couldn't move. He couldn't.

Alright, last one of the night! Sorry this took so long, anon, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do until just a few minutes ago. So, enjoy!

~*~*~

He couldn’t move. There was no way. All his limbs had locked up. His feet refused to move. His breath stopped in his throat, his eyes wide and unbelieving.

Henry was staring at a laptop screen, looking at a man who looked just like the man next to him. Several decades older, gray around the temples with a decent beard, but he looked just like Kieran. Right down to the eyes and curve of his nose.

Henry felt Kieran shift in the chair next to him and opened his mouth to apologize, but his voice wouldn’t work. Nothing worked. He couldn’t even turn to look at his half-brother. Couldn’t turn his head the fraction of an inch and dare turn away from the image.

“So, um, Mark, this is Henry,” Kieran began weakly. He rests a hand on Henry’s back. “Hen, this is Mark, my father. Birth father. Like I told you, remember?”

Henry somehow managed to nod, to wave a little at the man on screen.

He smiled at him. “Hello there, Henry. It’s nice to meet you.”

Henry could have fainted. It was the same voice from his dreams. The very same one he had heard for months, close to his ear, telling him he was going to be late for school.

“It’s, it’s nice to meet you too.”

[wherestoriescomefrom]

Hello, I find you a few minutes ago and I'm loving your writing... So you hit 400 followers? That's amazing, congrats If you're still taking prompts when you read this, I recently watch Chicago (the 2002 movie) for the first time, and star thinking, you know what could be cool? A kind of Sherlock/Chicago au n.n I think it could be a Moliarty, but also could be a Sherlolly, or even both... but of course, it's your choice...

Oh thank you so much!! Those are actually really old prompts I had done a long time back, but I think mizjoely reblogged an old prompt fill and that’s what you saw. I am really glad you liked my writing so much, and although I’m taking a break from fanfiction at the moment, I would love to do a prompt for you! Only I haven’t seen Chicago. I’m sorry XD. 

But anything else that you’d like to request? I’m feeling up for it at the moment!!!