heres some soft Hancock with my sole, Quinn. Dont ask about his hat and coat. I couldn't be bothered to draw them.
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heres some soft Hancock with my sole, Quinn. Dont ask about his hat and coat. I couldn't be bothered to draw them.

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FALLOUT SANCTUARY CASTING ANNOUNCEMENT
Michelle Iannantuono as Nora (The Sole Survivor)
Click the video to listen to the sample, and get ready for this performance in Fallout Sanctuary!
Fallout Sanctuary is an upcoming 10 episode animated fan series, using the characters and engine of Fallout 4. With over 250 minutes of original voices and storytelling, find out what happens to the female sole survivor and her companions after the events of Fallout 4. The show will hopefully be out this winter from Octopunk Media, the creator of fan film Detroit Evolution!
After a lot of work, hereâs the finished version of Bluebird from Love Gun! And Iâm so happy with the result (oăâœă)oâÂ
However I donât feel like Iâll ever do justice to Bluebirdâs tattoo.
Sheâs the most mysterious woman of the commonwealth, nobody knows her true name or her origins--only her height!Â
Below Iâll leave the summary of Love Gun, a F!SSxMacCready story, if youâre interested in reading.
Summary: MacCready gets hired by one, if not the most mysterious woman of the Commonwealth.
No name, no talking. MacCready didnât even know her name or voice but there were two things he could be certain about that peculiar job: he would be handsomely paid and that his boss carried a heavy past on her shoulders and hid it away in the depths of her heart.
MacCready had a policy of not making questions, but it wouldnât be long until he would drown in a sea of questions.
Rating: M
And a friendly reminder, if you want to ask about Bluebird or MacCready in Love Gun, you can hit me with questions! My AMA will remain open for anything you want to ask.
Reblogs, kudos and feedback are always welcomed and please, do not repost!Â
(pose and main reference by Taylor Lashae)
my girlfriend is playing fo4 for the first time and i love her sole so fucking much. shes a lesbian himbo who cant get it in and doesnt wear a shirt under her armor her name is robin
Fireworks in Goodneighbor
Here's my gift for @falloutfandomeventhubâs #Celebradiation2020, written for @bi-mirandalawson! This scene takes place immediately after Fallout 4âČs Dangerous Minds quest. It features dialogue between Hancock and Deacon, with cameos by Magnolia and Nick. Thereâs also a hint at a Sole Survivor femslash pairing, although the exact pairing is not specified. Enjoy!
It was the fireworks that woke him from his psychedelic slumber. At first he thought the fireworks were in his headâa pleasant side effect of the cocktail of chems he had imbibed several hours before. But the colors, the emotions were wrong. They didnât stir him the way they should. As he squinted, he realized the fireworks were streaming in from the boarded-up windows.
They were coming from outside, across the street. From the Memory Den. A massive power surge had temporarily lit up the entire building. The marquee lights snaked along their path in a frenzy, lights up and down the building flashed interchangeably. Sparks flew from a previously-unseen Tesla tower on the roof, showering the street below with discharged electricity.
Then as suddenly as the fireworks show began, the Memory Den grew cold and dim. Then the building illumination returned to normal, the marquee blinking its obsolete advertisement for a centuries-old vaudeville act.
What the hell is that doctor up to now? Hancock wondered.
The Mayor stumbled off of his lounger and wandered out of the Statehouse, determined to find answers. But as he stepped outside, the crossing to the Square zoomed back, suddenly seeming very far away. His head wasnât quite right yet.
He leaned against the doorway of the Statehouse, content to idly observe the ebb and flow of nocturnal street life. Through his hazy drug-addled vision, he glimpsed a private eye with a metal arm staggering past, muttering strange phrases in a low sandpaper voice. Moments later, two women scurried past himâone of them wearing a bright blue Vault suit. Their arms interlocked, they giggled inebriated as they headed straight for the Hotel Rexford.
Heh, theyâre gonna get some tonight, thought Hancock. Good for them.
Whatever had happened at the Den, the main players were already gone. Instead of pursuing the mystery any further, he headed to the Third Rail. Hancock casually saluted the bouncer then sauntered down the stairs.
From afar, Hancock spied a lone man seated at the bar, nursing a half drunken glass of scotch. Strange to find him here before happy hour, the Mayor thought.
Hancock slipped onto the empty stool beside him. Deacon popped up his sunglasses and regarded the ghoul seated next to him.
âWell hello, Mister âOf the People, For the People.âââ
âHey my man. Howâs my favorite secret agent?âÂ

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weve finally gone full self-insert lads
Could you write hancock/reader where the reader always ends up in Hancockâs bed at night whether it be them doing uhhh things,, or just her crawling in to sleep? And then maybe one night she doesnât show up and hancock gets worried and finds her curled up in the corner of her room listening to the âHi Honey!l holotape and crying? If itâs too specific you can do what you want with it, I just need that sweet sweet raisin man comfort
The first time she crawled into his bed, theyâd both been high as a skyscraper on Mentats and Jet. Â Sheâd just come back from using the relay into the Institute, and whatever sheâd seen inside... seemed to be something she wanted to forget. Â He didnât push her to talk about it, but he did offer her something to take the edge off.
Sheâd kissed him that night, her fingers curled into his coat in pure desperation. Â Heâd fantasized about the feeling of her lips on his for months now, but heâd never acted on those impure thoughts. Â She was a good person -- too good for the hand sheâd been dealt -- and she could do much better than a ghoul like him.
But he gave in for a little while, and the Jet seemed to stretch the moment so much longer. Â Her skin was so smooth under his touch; she hadnât been in the Commonwealth long enough to have it weathered by the elements. Â There was a scar here or there, puckered skin that left her forever marked by her travels, but it paled in comparison to his radiation-ravaged body. Â
He stopped her when she reached for his zipper, murmured something about leaving her wanting more. Â When she started to come down, she fell asleep on his chest, and the next day, she acted like her usual self again -- radiant, hell-bent on bringing change to the Commonwealth and helping those in need.
When night fell, however, she always found herself back in his bed. Â At first, it was just sleeping, tangled in one anotherâs arms, but it evolved over the consecutive days. Â Hancock gave in when she admitted that she loved him-- him of all people! -- and lived out the fantasies heâd had whirling in his head ever since he joined her little band of misfits. Â He loved her, too, and desperately hoped it wasnât all an extended bad chem trip.
And then the next night, she didnât come to his bed.
He waited in the house heâd fixed up in Sanctuary, one that was directly across from the house she used as her own. Â She didnât go into hers much, heâd discovered; instead, she seemed restless whenever they stayed there for very long. Â Codsworth had clued him in, told him that she used to live here -- and in that very house -- which explained why she looked so natural and out-of-place here at the same time. Â
He checked the window and noticed that there was still a light on at her house. Â Maybe she just needed some time to herself; he could understand that. Â He wasnât the type of guy that crowded someone.
... But dammit, he had gotten used to the feeling of her cheek pressed against his chest, to waking up and looking down at her hair, to the sleepy smile and puddle of drool sheâd leave on his rumpled shirt. Â
Not to mention that after last night, he was eager for Round 8.
So, he talked himself into crossing the broken asphalt and knocking on her front door. Â There was nothing wrong with checking on her. Â And if she wanted to sleep alone, there was nothing wrong with that. Â
And if she was having second thoughts, there was nothing wrong with that, either. Â
Iâve realized Iâve never shown any caps (lol) of her, hereâs my Sole Survivor Jazlyn Scyon. Sheâs the SS from my fic w/ Pipes at Sanctuary.Â