#Joshua Graham x Edward Sallow

[forest-mankey]

Ugh, hate them. (I made this a hot minute ago ngl). Can we agree that Vulpes and any form of a male courier (Mines name is JD) are just a modern Caesar and Joshua, they can be each other’s destruction like their predecessors, or they can be each other’s salvation.

[vaulthistorian]

Caesar: You disgust me. I'll make my own Empire! With blackjack! And hookers! In fact, screw the blackjack!

Joshua: Why are you like this?

Caesar: I just hate your guts.

Joshua: I hate that I love you.

[kondz1u]

Yeah ok so this is like, the worst thing I've made?? Im so proud of myself <(￣︶￣)>

... About that serious art I was talking about... Yeah, yall gotta wait bit more because there's so much shitposts ideas in my head...

[antxnous]

i was wondering if u wanted to hang out w me and huff jet and fill our bellies with NUKA COLA and play PROFLIGATES REVENGE for the PipBoy2..

[incessant-ree]

the trio lives on the fridge now

(baby forms, hence why edward still has his luscious blonde curls)

[3sgritty]

This post is for the brats and the babygirls and the sophisticated women with a strange emotional attachment to king kylie. If you don’t understand it, this is not for you.

Joshua Graham

Vulpes Inculta

Craig Boone

Arcade Israel Gannon (this is so funny and genius TO ME)

Edward Sallow (I don’t get it at all, but I imagine it’s tthis vibe:)

Lanius (as a joke but also… it is no longer a joke)

Ulysses (he’s so fine idgaf)

Robert House

[laniusbignaturals]

YEAH RIGHT. HE FUCKING LOVES ME.

Edward Sallow was born in 2226. His family originated from near the Boneyard in the New California Republic. After his father was killed by raiders, his mother sought protection from the Followers of the Apocalypse when Sallow was two years old. She worked at the Boneyard Library as a cook and cleaner, where he learned how to read and took free courses. Sallow became an anthropologist and linguist, and was sent east to the Grand Canyon on his first expedition when he was 20 years old. Joined by a physician named Bill Calhoun, he was assigned to learn the dialects of local tribes. They met up with Joshua Graham, a Mormon missionary who already knew several dialects and planned to teach Sallow. [X] Joshua Graham was born in New Canaan, a Mormon community established in what remained of the city of Ogden, Utah. He grew up in peaceful times, learning the trade of a missionary and an interpreter, due to his natural aptitude for languages. In 2246, Graham received the mission call for his sacred service, to spread the good word to the people of the wasteland. By the time he left his home, he was already fluent in several tribal dialects. His knowledge made him a natural choice when the Followers of the Apocalypse asked for assistance in their expedition to the Grand Canyon. Graham departed Canaan, following the Long 15 and 89 south towards Arizona, meeting Calhoun and Sallow on the way, sent by the Followers to provide education to local tribes and study their dialects. [X]

[quesoquejoso]

I got tagged!!

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Was tagged by @fenharael and @no-braincells-inc !

Three ships

Edward Sallow x Joshua Graham

Daenerys Targaryen x Euron Greyjoy

Melia Antiqua x Dunban

First ship

Not sure tbh, i think it was Malon x Link ????

Last song

Thin Line by Honey Honey

Last movie

I went to watch Black Panther: Wakanda Forever last night. For a superhero movie, it's pretty decent. Also Tenoch Huerta.

Te amo mucho Tenoch Huerta.

Currently reading

Mandíbula by Monica Ojeda. I need to resume it, it's been a month since i last took my ereader.

Currently watching

Chainsaw Man, Succession and im rewatching Ranking of Kings and Berserk (with the memorial edition)

Currently consuming

I have a glass of water beside me. Also had fries with cheese an hour or so ago.

Currently craving

TOMORROW IM GOING TO A MOUNTAIN TOWN KNOWN FOR THEIR MEATS AND I WANT TACOSSSSS (i always want tacos tho. top food.)

Thanks for tagging me!! I have very few tumblr friends so im gonna tag @alina-in-the-city and @virus-reblogs

[sunnis-shinis]

what if made edward sallow x joshua graham fanart with the lyrics of blank space by taylor swift on it

[samtrapani]

fallout challenge: [2/3] pairings  → joshua graham x edward sallow 

He helped Caesar form the Legion but almost led it to destruction.

[number1yisuchongfan]

Oh who is He?

“Him?” The older man asks, eyebrow raised in quarry to his frumentarius’ question, the soft snores of his Legate, fast asleep to his left. “Decanus Nero?”

“Yes, my lord. Him..” Inculta says, looking down towards the bloody arena with a small grin on his up turned lips.

The Decanus is looking up, not towards their stadium box but to the clear sky above, his face running wet with tears and blood. The blood caked the ground and his body, staining his arms a crimson red as he rose them in the air, yelling as the crowds around them cheered.

[archersartcorner]

Mentioned having these two on the brain on th other blog so, quick doodle. Young Ed & Josh, pre-Legion, young lovin’… conflicting feelings but the desire to feel loved triumphs all. For a time.

[vaulthistorian]

Joshua: Why did you get us kicked out of the last bar?

Caesar: You were the one that picked a fight with everyone in the place.

Joshua: You cheated at poker.

Caesar: And you threw your drink at the dealer.

Joshua: Only because he gave you the winning card.

Caesar: And you started a fight with him and everyone else that stood with him.

Joshua: And you helped.

Caesar: I only helped so you wouldn't get yourself killed.

[kondz1u]

The sequel

[chaosintheavenue]

Tagged by @corvyknight (thank you!), and tagging anyone who sees this and wants to participate because we’re feeling shy in this Chili’s tonight, and because most of the people I somewhat know seem to have been tagged already

Rules: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better/catch up with.

Three ships in any order: Excluding OC ships, we’ll go with Veronica x Christine, Arcade x Male Courier, and Joshua Graham x Edward Sallow

Last song: A medieval version of Country Roads. Yeah...

Last movie: The Lorax. Yeeeah... I’m in quarantine with a bunch of children, but I still did willingly stick around to watch it, and... I’m a little nervous to say it... the Once-ler was the main reason for that

Currently reading: Out of boredom and lack of special interest material, I’ve been reading fanfic from fandoms I’ve never been involved with and know nothing about lately. It’s been a very interesting experience so far, but it bugs me slightly that I have no idea what’s OOC or not when I come across wildly different portrayals of the same character!

Currently watching: Nothing, really (I rarely watch series)

Currently consuming: I tried Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal for the first time today, and it’s pretty good. Very similar to Curiously Cinnamon, but with a stronger flavour, and as a little bonus the name doesn’t smell like drying paint to me!

(if this is referring to content in general and not food, then cursed, aged-like-milk Fallout stuff!)

Food I’m craving right now: Oat milk! A friend who’s vegan introduced me to it a few years ago when I mentioned that I love the taste of oats, and I almost use it as a snack in a sense. I often have a carton in my room at uni, but I can never find it anywhere when I’m at home...

[vaulthistorian]

Not solid, but I pose an idea of ex-lovers (who are toxic) Joshua and Caesar end up meeting again and shit happens. This is ramble with some scene, but it's getting a feel for if this is a demanded market. (Hehe, I'm in business bitches)

After Six gets the Sorrows out of Canaan, Joshua has to face the very real possibility of facing Caesar again. Or at the least, his men. Now, Joshua was no stranger to legionaries wandering too far from home even in New Canaan, but they were normally taken out quickly. He didn't like looking down upon a reflection of his old life.

It was like looking at a mirage in the distance but up close it wasn't real. It was a bite of his past that had sewn whispers into his ears and tugged at each little path in his mind.

Daniel would watch him get like that. Joshua wasn't someone to get antsy, although impatient and at times acted rash, he was grounded more over not.

But when they leave the walls of New Canaan, the man that Joshua turned into when fleeing to that safe place is branded to the world he ran from.

He leads the Sorrows and Dead Horses with David. He has no protection from the scorching sun except the bandages that tightly fasten his wounds. They both watch on to the shadow of Six whose image feels like just another Mirage to Joshua.

It doesn't feel good to be back. Daniel can't deny that either. He had wanted to lie and keep them safe, and now Joshua is facing the thoughts just as rash as his actions.

The next few months are filled with whispers and rumor of the Legion. They may have escaped the White Legs, but now they're just off the cusp of the war between the NCR and a force Joshua regrets ever calling home.

Daniel takes care of morale, he always has. But now Joshua is even more wrapped up in his thoughts to do much else than sit around.

What he had, or, what he didn't have, with Caesar is constantly on his mind. But really, he had no reason to fear. He had his men, he had Daniel, Six, and highest of all, his Savior.

The further they get through New Cali the thoughts in his mind shift from fearing Caesar to envying him. It's a twist that he has to pull himself out of in order to resist an old life he now has no wall (more or less physical) to keep him focused on the now.

That's when the bombs drop. It forces them back down a road they'd already walked, and regresses a huge chunk of their progress.

They're NCR. Caesars Legion moves the direction they do, driven by the bombing to cross the same path almost comically.

Joshua's last guards of anonymity are his wounds and the reliance of new legionaries knowing him only as a legend. But you never want to be faced with a part of your past that you hate. Joshua knows even with all the Sorrows and Dead Horses, the Legion could easily throw them in if they deemed them to be enough of a threat.

And the Legion would be stupid not to take in the group of wanderers looking like Cazadors out of the Mojave sand.

The Legion takes in their newfound "guests" and the drop in Joshua's stomach has him praying for the mercy of God when they're dragged back to that camp. Daniel faced a cell across from him, watching Joshua fidget. The first time he's seen Joshua so... Nervous.

"Which one of you lot is in charge of this little... Party??" One of the legionnaires steps forward to assert himself. Daniel goes to stand but Joshua reaches over to grab his belt loop.

"You're looking at him." Joshua spoke without hindrance.

The legionary stepped forward across the dusted crop of space and pushed open the cell with a loud scrape. It stung his ears as he listened but when prompted by the legionary, he followed.

"Joshua-" Daniel faintly whispered but Joshua shushed him with a motion of his hand. The legionary grabbed his arm tightly, sinking his palm around the wounds that comprised his flesh. "You have a duty to report to the Legion of any coming and going activity."

"The Legion doesn't own the world, far from it." Joshua said, being careful of his tongue.

"You're in Legion territory, friendo. And around here? Everyone is under Caesar."

The name makes him grit his teeth. He watches each step they take across the hot long. Across the rocky steps and winding paths through guards and gates. Far from his friends, and closer to something familiar.

Two guards stood at the gate as they entered past the strong wooden defense, their eyes lingering on Joshua's complexion as they walked.

The legionary motioned to some others who came over quickly. One of the men reached for Joshua's back pocket, squeezing and grabbing the gun hidden below his belt.

"Safety's on in Legion Camp. I know you understand."

Joshua huffed, but refused to say anything.

The legionary continued to take him up on campus. Past the large tents and training posts for recruits. Mongrels wandered by their master's heels, their jaws lined with thick saliva as they growled at Joshua.

He hated those things. Skin and bones but pack a mean bite, teeth able to sink in and rip you apart. And if they didn't do that, they left you unable to get away, and let you die slowly.

The legionary nudged him further up the steps until they reached the large tent with two guards on either side. Joshua felt his blood go cold. Despite the sun beating down on him and the sweat starting under his gear, the old sight of a crimson tent barely covering the bloodshed that splattered across the inside walls.

Of feeling hands on his bare skin as he was rewarded for doing good service to the Legion. Praised for his linguistic skills and being told to cry in another language, just to make it fun.

"G on." The legionary pushed him, and Joshua forced his feet to move.

"Lord your God be with me even in my trial..." Joshua whispered. "He leads me to soft waters and lays me in green pastures.." He continued to whisper, and finally pushed the tent folds open.

The guards on either side gripped their spears when he entered. Joshua stood, shaded away from the sun.

Mongrels growled, but did nothing more than lick their paws of dust and grime.

He looked at the end of the tent, across from him. Sat on his throne with two guards on either side was a man he hoped he'd never have to face again. He sat back, confident with his knees apart and one hand rested in his lap, tracing his thumb over a Legion Denarius.

"Ave." The legionaries at his throne stand watch as Joshua stepped into the scorching threshold.

"We found the lot wandering into Legion territory, they're apprehensive to share their business with our checks." The legionary who brought Joshua said before stepping back.

Caesar looked at Joshua, his eyes wandered down from his blue eyes to his feet. That felt like the worst part. A piece of meat all over again, devoured in more ways than one.

"What's your name?"

Joshua held steadfast. "In your tongue it does not fit."

Caesar shifted slightly in his chair. "And where do you come from?"

"A past, where we come from is our business, and where we are going is the same." He kept his voice level despite looking deep into those eyes. Strong, masculine stature, handsome face, strong, weathered hands. He remembered those hands, used for more than just handling a spear. They took the oxygen from his lungs, quite literally.

If he were to remember all the rough nights of fighting without real hurt or yelling until their voices became numb, he'd be there quite a while.

Caesar grinned slightly, tossing the Denarius in his palm. He motioned to dismiss the legionary who brought him and extended his heel from his chair to express he wasn't uncomfortable.

"While I respect every man's privacy, I'd suggest you tell me where you're going, as of now, the NCR has been driving in more of its recruits, and I can't trust that I won't find you or your supposed men on their side."

"We have fought long enough. We have no intent of fighting any more. We have no real set destination, only a place away from the war." Joshua replied.

Caesar hummed and stood. He slowly walked over, and Joshua was reminded of where he stood against the man. Cold spears in one direction, his old flame in the other.

Caesar looked down at him, then the vest. He chuckled in amusement and brushed his thumb over the old thing. "What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't.."

Caesar nodded. He frowned and ordered the guards from the room. And in confusion they quickly filed out, closing the tent again.

Caesar's hand brushed across Joshua's throat and squeezed it. Joshua reached up and grabbed Caesar's wrist, attempting to pry him away.

"Do you think I'm a fool!?"

Joshua chokes. He tried to dig his heel into the hard ground as Caesar tore him from his place and dragged him.

"Edward-" He choked, letting his tongue slip. Caesar grinned with a twisted expression and threw Joshua back against the throne. Caesar bent over him and grabbed his spear. Joshua shifted, remaining with his back digging into the edge of the sharp chair.

"Joshua..."

His eyelids fluttered and he looked down, the way Caesar said his voice made Joshua want to cave. Lord give me strength.

His eyes drew down, unable to plant his focus firmly on either the ground or Caesar's strained pants. His heart started to pick up in pace and Caesars free hand stroked Joshua's head.

"I watched you fall..."

"Didn't see me die.. did you?" He choked.

Caesar's grin didn't leave, Joshua knew it was out of strain, no other expression was able to fully encapsulate his rage.

"And now you crawl back to me on your hands and knees, isn't that funny." Caesar tilted Joshua's head up, pushing him back against the throne, making Joshua groan.

Caesar planted his knee between Joshua's legs and watched the man struggle. Something was different about him, and yet, he was still little Joshua Graham.

Caesar reached and tore away some of the bandages, seeing Joshua's skin healing. A part of him twisting in satisfaction of the hurt he's caused, another wanting to play savior.

"What should I do with your little friends, Joshua?"

Joshua groaned. He squirmed and grabbed Caesar's wrist to try and let up on him. "Let them go."

Caesar leaned closer, their lips were inches apart, his warm breath fanned over Joshua's face, making him feel faint and the stirring in his stomach dropped below his belt.

"And what about you?"

Joshua looked up, his eyelids fluttered again faintly and his shoulders dropped. Caesar stroked his thumb along Joshua's chin, as if taunting him with a possible visit to the past.

"Do whatever you want... Just let my people go."

A tense moment passed before Caesar stood and grabbed Joshua again. Joshua's heels scraped against the rocky ground as Caesar personally dragged him out. The guards watched as Caesar walked down the steps with the man pressed to his chest, begging for proper air.

Caesar made it to one of the guards posts and ordered the door open. Throwing Joshua to the ground inside one of the cells. Joshua grimaced, blinking back the haziness in his vision.

"You've changed, Joshua." Caesar bent down, wiping some of the blood from Joshua's lip onto his thumb, and licking it off.

"But I've kept you in line for a long time, and a dog never forgets its tricks." He stood and the cell screeched closed.

The guards acknowledged Caesar as he left, and the room lit by a very dim oil lamp was sealed off. For now.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. This was just a little brain worm for a possible idea in my head of ex-lovers Joshua and Caesar who have both changed, and still hate each other a lot. The idea that back in the Mojave they'll have to cross through Legion territory at some point, and Daniel is caught up in a mix of trying not to die and not tick off his buddy's crazy ex. It would be fine tuned if it ever became a thing, haha. Should I do a poll or just let y'all tell me? Please ask me about their toxic relationship, I'm insane. Bye.