[dilithiumpistol]

Fuck send help I can't feel my fingers and I lost my favorite pencil. anyway, presenting my hopefully still a WIP, but I can't promise I'll be able to work up the nerve to finish everyone's favorite raisin king. He still needs shading, but... still pretty happy with it

[transhinsou-deactivated20181204]

every npc ever: stay away from hancock and goodneighbour, he’s bad news

hancock after one (1) day of travelling with u: hey so i made us these friendship bracelets

[heardinthewasteland]

“My talents include staying up till 3 am and forgetting not to swear in front of children”

— Hancock probably

[dilithiumpistol]

Same, honestly

[privateengine]

Got a light?

John Hancock and Nick Valentine

[a-hell-of-a-scavver]

My two favorite men

[dilithiumpistol]

Oh no its perfect

[bisexualpiratequeen]

So, picture this. You’re a fallout 4 settler, right? Life has been pretty tough for you, but you’ve found this nice enough place, it’s got water, food, defenses, even some electric lights, sweet.

Only some raiders start coming for your stuff. You have a shitty pipe pistol. So you ask the only people you can, the Minutemen.

And they send this… person. They’re dressed weird, even weirder then that Hancock dude that runs Goodneighbor. They’ve got this odd look in their eyes. They kinda look like they’ve not slept in 4 or 5 days. But they say they’ll sort it, so you go back to your day to day drudgery.

Only, a day or four later, they come back. In the night, still stinking of other people’s blood and their own sweat. And the first thing you know of it is being woken from your sleep to a shadowed figure leaning over you, whispering ‘I took care of those raiders like you wanted’

[turianghoultrashh]

I’m crying

[dilithiumpistol]

I think about this a lot

[poildecervelle-blog]

“I used to fish with my pop.”

I like to imagine Hancock as a good navigator because of his childhood next to the sea and this sentence he said at Croup Manor : “ My pop used to take me fishing in places like this. Never caught anything that didn’t try to eat us first, but damn if it wasn’t fun.” Feel like he knows very well sea and boats and, hey, he has a pirate outfit !

Character next to him is my sole survivor Prune Howard. I’m drawing a comic ‘bout her, coming soon ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ & here is another Hancock art

[dilithiumpistol]

Oh no my heart

This is beautiful

[dilithiumpistol]

Update on Hancock. Who is turning out a little better than Nick, I think. I ended up adding a little color to Nick, and now I'm kinda insecure about him.

[dilithiumpistol]

Update on Nick. If anyone has some good references for the left side of his face and the right side of Hancock's face, please send them to me T_T

[metalforhands]

after you read that terminal in the institute about mayor mcdonough being a synth, i wish you could tell piper. bc i only see it going like this:

[dilithiumpistol]

Misdirected - Fallout 4 Fanfiction

So this is self-indulgent emotion-smut. Haven’t really fanfictioned in a while, so i hope it's okay. If I need to add or change some tags, just message me. If you like it and want more, let me know. Anyway, it supposes that the Sole and Hancock have been in a relationship for a while and that Sole is terribly upset about something--like they just came back from the Institute for the first time.

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Hancock sat on his favorite couch in the state house. Smoke and vapor swirled around his head like an unholy halo on its way to meet the haze on the ceiling. He had sat here in more or less this state for days as he waited to hear from Sole. He knew he shouldn’t have spent all of that time worrying, but he couldn’t have helped it. They could take care of themselves better than anyone he knew--they were like a deathclaw whose egg was stolen: the fiercest motherfucker around. And sure enough, Sole had taken care of themselves and had come back a few days ago. Not like that stopped Hancock from worrying.

As if summoned by his thoughts of them, Sole walked in. Maybe it was the tenseness of their shoulders, the square of their jaw, or the furrow of their brow that gave them away to him, but he could tell something was off. They closed the door behind themselves and scooped some jet off the table, inhaling it sharply.

“Hey. You okay, Sunshine?” Hancock rasped, sitting a little higher up in his seat.

Sole slowly turned their dilated eyes to him, and he gave them some time for the brunt of the hit to wear off. “Yeah.” they eventually responded, a little bluntly. “I’m fine.” Sole crossed the room to lean over Hancock and plant a firm kiss on his mouth. “Just missed you is all.”

He wanted to believe that, but he couldn’t. It just sounded too hollow. Sole ducked under his hat to kiss his neck, which startled a groan out of him. Almost a pur, really. “You sure?” He murmured in Sole’s ear. “You seem like you’ve had some stuff on your mind.”

“The only thing on my mind is you, babe.” they trailed a line of kisses down to the lowest part of his shirt collar as they dropped to their knees between his legs.

“Wow, hey!” Hancock chuckled, gently putting a gnarled hand under their chin. “How about we talk a little first? You’ve barely said a word to me since you got back.”

“Do you want to talk or do you want to cum in my mouth?”

Hancock’s face went slack with surprise but he recovered pretty quickly. “Well, I… I do love that.” Images of Sole’s face flashed through his mind, cheeks taut from the girth of his cock, and suddenly his pants felt too tight. But he took a deep breath and steadied himself. “Look, Sole, if you don’t wanna talk to me about what happened, you ain’t gotta. But you gotta talk to someone. You bottling this shit up just ain’t healthy.”

For a moment it looked like they might be angry with him and he readied himself for the storm. Then, like a rubber band pulled too tight, something snapped. Their smooth facade broke and their face twisted up miserably, tears leaking from their eyes. Sole’s head lolled helplessly onto Hancock’s chest, fists clenching his frock coat. Wordlessly, Hancock pulled them into a tight hug. He had never seen Sole break down like this. Eventually, their silent sobs subsided and their breathing evened out. Hancock stayed quiet--they’d talk when they wanted to--and gently ran his fingers over their hair. Finally, in the smallest voice he’s ever heard come from them, Sole spoke.

“I am such a failure, John.”

[dilithiumpistol]

WIPs of my favorite Fallout 4 characters because damn it they are beautiful