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my commissions are open!! ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆.˚ TOS and Google form on my Carrd (here)
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Sometimes I randomly write John Hancock fanfic snippets. He’s like… one of the funnest characters to write for next to Butch.
So I’ve got a billion and one x Readers of a bunch of different dynamics.
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“I want seven pounds of cement. Assuming that’s enough to bury a mutant hound alive.” The girl stops to cup her chin, eyes narrowed. “How fast does cement dry? Just around the ankles.”
Since Hancock took on pack brahmin duty, he’s seen plenty of kooks. Nothing he hadn’t already stumbled across on some long-forgotten bender through the Commonwealth. A woman, sure, but too young to be mixed up in this kind of weird shit.
Still, he plays into it.
“Figure it’ll move around some. Might make the whole buryin’-it-alive thing tricky,” he says, shifting his toothpick
The girl—or, hell, the woman—takes that in like divine guidance.
“So you’re saying I need to incapacitate it.” She smacks her fist into her palm. “Knock it unconscious.” Her fist grinds into her hand as she thinks, then a finger pops up. “And then I can get to work.”
Weird. Just weird.
But not boring, and Hancock’s always had a soft spot for not boring. She’s got that same manic shine as the freaks who build their whole lives around pre-war comic books.
Except this sounds less like dress-up and more like raider arts and crafts.
He laughs under his breath, settling in as he fishes a flask of water from the pack.
“Damn. What’d these things do to piss you off?” Hancock asks as he smirks. “Or have you always been this ambitious with your animal cruelty?”
“Oh—no. I’d never be purposelessly cruel.”
She waves her hands so frantically, her glasses nearly slide off her face. She pushes them up and begins with, judging by that breath, a long winded explanation.”
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Blehhhh
the only reason i started playing fallout 3 is because i THOUGHT you could romance charon. i never played a fallout game before and looked up a walkthrough for romancing him…. turns out the “walkthrough” was just a write up of how the OP would mod in a romance for charon, and not real 🥲 i felt so stupid dude. i literally told people that i was romancing him until i got to the end of that damn walkthrough and no romance happened…… but now im a ghoul lover!
Hello, idk how to use this app lol. I’m doodlyjulia! And I’ve been hyper fixated on fallout (fo4 specifically) for like seven months now. I can’t wait to dump my obsessive doodles here, hopefully some fellow vault-dwellers can engage and enjoy! I’m in the middle of a survival run role playing with a not-so-disguised self insert MC, Jules. Here she is! The commonwealth wastes don’t provide many products for wavy hair, lol.
GOB GOB GOB GOB
Decided to try digital painting for the first time
Find yourself someone who looks at you the way The Ghoul looks at Dogmeat! Whos a good Puppo!!
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16 Days until Signups for the Ghoul Romance exchange on AO3 are open!!
Uhmmm y'all are thinking what I'm thinking right? 🥵🥴
