#fallout 4 john hancock

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Almost forgot to share the complete version of my contribution to @chunklet 's War Never Changes zine !!

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Don’t mind the overall messiness, I’m trying to relearn Procreate

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Where are my fellow valencockers ⁉️

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Part reality, part vibes.

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I made little something ✨ also happy new year

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My favourite Disney princess.

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Just some old sketch portraits of the sillies

Bonus fusion portrait under the cut!

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Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall (Hancock x Reader)

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There's a radstorm brewing, and you and Hancock need to find shelter, fast. there's a place nearby that'll work, but it's awfully cramped, and the thunder isn't comforting

(WARNINGS) - fear of thunderstorms - anxiety and fear behaviors - slight panic attack - minor drinking mentioned

had a small fallout 4 obsession a bit back, so enjoy this spur of a fic that came out of it!

reblogs and comments appreciated!

hope you enjoy!!

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The surrounding area was filled with a roaring *crack* as a thread of green lightning pierced through the commonwealth sky, warning everyone of the impending storm. 

The noise had caught your attention, and you stopped in your tracks to look up at the sky, just in time to catch a glimpse of the sickly green light fading away as quickly as it had arrived. Hancock caught up to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as he also saw the green flash of light. 

“Looks like a radstorm’s brewing.” He spoke softly since he was so close to you. He didn’t seem all that concerned about the storm, however. 

“Hm. We need to find shelter before it gets worse.” You scanned the horizon for something, anything that could be used to wait out the rads. Hancock followed suit, looking on the other side of the abandoned street. 

“What about a tipped-over train car?” Hancock asked, pointing to a nearby train station that still had a few train cars littering the area. One was tipped over on its side, its top hatch exposed to the vines and foliage that tried to reclaim the car. As much as you didn’t like the idea of spending the night in a rusting 200-year-old train car, the threatening clap of thunder that shook the sky reminded you that you didn’t have much of a choice. 

“Looks like it’s all we got, come on.” You rushed forward towards the train station, Hancock following closely behind. You sent your rifle down next to the hatch and tried to pry it open. When it wouldn’t budge you quickly found out why; vines had grown around the handle, holding it shut. Hancock also noticed the vines and wordlessly handed you his knife, to which you made quick work of the foliage with. You acted as quickly as you could without accidentally cutting yourself, and by the time you were able to pry the door open, the sky was already beginning to change color. 

“Go!” Was all Hancock said as the wind gusts grew stronger all around. You grabbed your rifle and tumbled into the train car with Hancock no more than 2 steps behind. He slammed the hatch shut against the wind once the two of you were inside. You could feel the gusts rock the car slightly, and more thunder rumbled the ground. But the two of you were safe and away from the rads.

The train car had been used as a shelter by another wastelander, the recently lit oil lamp and bedroll made that apparent. Thankfully though, it didn’t look like anyone or anything had died inside. You crawled over to the bedroll to inspect it and it seemed relatively clean. Nothing but a new layer of dirt covered the top, to which you just brushed off the best you could. It would have to do, you didn’t exactly have any other options at the moment. 

“Not exactly the coziest place to spend the night, huh?” Hancock struck up a conversation, pulling out a half-empty bottle of whiskey from your abandoned backpack you had tossed on the ground. He made himself comfortable near the bedroll, outstretching his legs and crossing his ankles. 

“Yeah well, I’d take spending a night in here over becoming a ghoul any day.” You lightheartedly joked, using the knife you still had from Hancock to slice open the top of a can of potato crisps. You popped one in your mouth and spun the knife around in your palm, handing it back to Hancock handle-first. 

“Fair enough.” Was his only response as he took another swig from his bottle, grabbing the knife from your hand and pocketing it within his jacket. 

The two of you had been in the train car for a few hours, or so the time on your pip-boy told you so, but the storm didn’t sound like it was stopping any time soon. Thunder still rocked the ground and strong gusts of wind still shook the train car. 

Hancock had finished what little was left in the bottle a while ago, resorting to just falling asleep right where he was. 

Which left you alone, by yourself, in a dimly lit shaky train car surrounded by crashing thunder and pounding radiation. 

To say you were on edge would’ve been an understatement. 

You had tried to relax on the long-abandoned bedroll, but ultimately you stayed sitting up, pulling your knees into your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs. The wind howled around you and you felt the next clap of the thunder in your bones. 

You tried to even out your breathing, tried to tell yourself that you were being scared over nothing, tried to coax yourself to just roll over and fall asleep. But just when you were debating whether to fall asleep or not, a particularly loud roar of thunder made you jump, protesting against any thought of sleep. You could feel your heart rate pick up and your body ached for something stable. 

Hancock was softly snoring away, unaware of your panic crisis. And right now you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms, a place where you felt warm and safe. 

“Hancock?” You loudly whispered. You stopped and rubbed your hands on your upper arms, unsure of yourself. Would he be upset that you woke him up? No, no he wouldn’t want you to sit here and suffer...right? 

“Hancock!” You spoke a little louder. Maybe it was fruitless trying to get help from him at this hour. He seemed dead to the world. But then you saw his fingers start to twitch around the bottle he was still holding. 

“Hm?” He lowly hummed, his eyes flickering open. The rest of his body twitching to life. 

“Hancock?” You said again, this time knowing he was hearing you. 

“Sunshine? What’s a matter? Ugh...what time is it?” 

“I...um…” you recoiled, glancing at the time on your pip-boy. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to wake him up…

But then another boom of thunder rolled through the train car, startling you and making you jump. 

“Hey...you okay?” He asked. He may have been half asleep, but he still noticed when you jumped at the noise of the thunder. 

You were going to tell him no, explain what the problem was, but the sound of the wind picking up outside and the way it howled against the metal container made you lose your words. So instead you just shook your head, holding onto your knees tighter and curling in on yourself. 

Hancock wasn’t stupid though and could tell what the problem was as another bout of thunder shook the train car and you jumped again at the sound. He set the bottle that was still in his hands to the side and crawled over towards you. He sat cross-legged next to you, facing your balled-up form. You uncurled slightly to look at him, and he held out a hand. 

“Come ‘ere.” Was all he said, so you took his hand. He pulled you closer to him, situating the two of you so that you were in his lap with your limbs wrapped around him and his arms around you. 

You melted into him, the warmth he radiated soothing your frazzled nerves. He held you close, letting one hand tangle itself into your hair. His head fell into the crook of your neck and you placed your cheek on his shoulder. 

“It’s just a storm, sunshine.” He mumbled. You hummed in understanding, listening to his breathing slow down as he fell asleep again, the two of you tangled around each other.

Maybe it was the storm that had you so rattled, maybe it was the feeling of being alone. Or maybe it was the confinement of the train car. Whatever it had been, it didn’t matter anymore. The feeling of Hancock’s embrace was soothing enough to lull you into a peaceful sleep.

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Another Hancock post

this is for you cocknation! <3

First of all almost completely unrelated to the filth about to occur, I am a Hancock Short King supporter 100% this man is 5'5 at his tallest with the boots (and hat) on. John Hancock is just a small, squirrelly little man and I think that's sexy!

NSFW below the cut ofc

HEADcannons (lmao get it) anyway, Oral Sex! both AFAB and AMAB drabbles, fairly gender neutral wording otherwise? Uhhh I think John Hancock is a munch and idk what else to say...

Okay short kings almost always give great head, so give the man his goddamn credit. He may not tower over you (unless you're even tinier than he is, which would potentially drive him feral with how into that he could be) and he may not have the biggest dick in the wastes ( like 6 inch solid, average and appropriate; and he can fuckin slang that thing) but he does have a slightly longer than average tongue and a major oral fixation. that man will be between your legs as often as you'll let him. sometimes if he's really in a mood, you'll get him on his knees begging for it.

AFAB anatomy: lean back against the wall and rest a leg against his shoulder as he absolutely goes to town on you. he laps at you like a dog at water in this wasteland. he might just be convinced that any juice he can get from you might just be the elixer of life. or maybe he's just teasing himself to eat you whole, just like he always 'swears' he's gonna do when he pounces on you.

and listen I'm ngl guys, he gets a little nippy. this man might just bite at your thighs, his teeth printed nicely in your skin. he flicks his tongue rapidly over your clit, a teasing rush before he leans in and nips gently at the bud before lathing his tongue over your slit again and diving back in.

AMAB anatomy: brother let me tell you, its hard (ha) to keep his hands out of your pants and hands off of your junk. He wants you so bad its a little pathetic to be honest dude. Especially when you finally get home (be that back to Goodneighbor or whatever settlement y'all shack up in) cleaned up and ready to rest after your journeys. when you approach from cleaning yourself up, hair wet from washing, John is lounging on his couch in a robe, his hat still perched upon his head. there's a thin wisp of smoke slipping from between his teeth as he grins up at you lazily. He fully exhales as you sit and make yourself comfortable next to him, spreading out and letting gravity weigh you into the couch. For a brief moment, sinking into the sofa in a quiet room, eyes closed, you almost drifted off. not before the heat and gentle weight of John's body as he shifts and settles by your legs. You know what he's going for, so you shift and wiggle out of the loose pants you typically lounge in. the moment your cock is freed he's on it. long wide tongued licks, flicking the tip of his tongue across the slit at the tip. He's a big tease when he sucks dick, but honestly he doesn't even mean to be he's just enjoying himself. Like don't get him wrong, Hancock loves to get you off, but he also just really enjoys sucking dick (as long as its moderately fresh and clean. its the wasteland and all but he has some standards). anyway, he seriously is just drooling on it, taking it as deep in his throat as he can as he reaches to fondle with your balls as well. Hancock gives a good amount of attention to the balls, but nothing really scratches his brain like having you press him down on your cock as deep as you can as he tries to steady his breathing.

quite literally if you will let him, he will have your dick in his mouth about 85% of the time when you two aren't out making the commonwealth a better place.

OH!! additionally!! he loves to make out sloppy style with ur junk while giving head no matter what equipment you’ve got. literally kissing the tip or giving your clit a little sucking kiss, he loves it. it might honestly be his favorite place to kiss you if he has to be real with you

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misc sketchbook stuff, from the past few months. can you believe it guys ? christmas, just a week away ! christmas is in a week! woo hoo! I am so happy about this information.

cartooning + loose sketches, with val and hancock

some pipey...

maccready & then him getting jumpscared by solsu who was in the middle of doing himself up

a 'ghoulsha'-looking gal, and some outfit concepts for a character that certainly doesn't look like anybody from anything. heehoo !

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Oh Hancock you would've loved the hit song National Anthem by LDR

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Redraw of this accidentally angsty companion changeover I had

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Jeez you all are so nice man!!! Got me smiling a lot this week!! And it's only Wednesday!!!!

Let's get started!!!

MACCREADY!!!

I like him.

NOW something that's always messed with me is him being an ex-gunner but NO TATTOO??? Come on. So I just made up a blood type, slapped it on and there we go.

Gave him a camo bandana.(not good at making camo, and also, yes, I drew a small penis it's funny)

I always picture him as a guh with slightly muscular arms, but when you look at his chest and stomach, you can clearly see his ribs showing. He needs caps for more things than just buying out Winlock and Barnes!

Scruffy face

I like to think he read a BUNCH of sewing magazines with Lucy and knows literally

Backpack, I forgot his gun, though now that I realize it... but he had a backpack, too! He's constantly on the move and keeps his little belongings near him.

HANCOCK

Adjusted his coat, mostly bc I forgot how to draw it hi sorry

Tried to draw him without a hat since I gave him hair bit he looked... so un-hancock I cried.

Gave him gloves, but made them ripped up :3

Honestly, ripped up American flag goes hard as a belt. Might do the same sometime(I will not)

Another thing is about his hair. I genuinely love the blonde hair idea and think he looks awesome with it!!

I changed up his 'burns', like with his nose, having half of it there. Made on ear purposely shriveled up to be smaller.

~Nick Valentine~

I remember my old art teacher said on colors with the same shades, like yellower browns with yellow, makes for a burning, untrained eye piece. So a good compliment to those are reds or blues! So, yep, I added those to his color pallete.

Yes, Ellie stitched a heart on his jacket over where his heart should be to poke fun at how bad he is at consoling a customer.

It frustrates me when I don't see wires pretty plainly or anything in robots. I LVOE WIRES!!! So I added them

Didn't add too much to him, I mean, look at that original design. Absolutely perfect<3<3

THANKS SO SO MUCH!!! NEXT POLL WILL BE LATER TONIGHT!!!!

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Living with the side effects

Little sketch of Hancock mid transformation ;)

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this is it, this is my hancock analysis