#fallout 4 bos

[gobald]

OMG I actually found a decent BoS soldier.

[callmewisteria]

there's a reason Haylen had a crush on him for awhile

Danse rightfully gets a lot of praise for his Cake, as he should, but I'd also like to present for consideration: Knight Rhys

[clonebrainrot]

Redoing this poll as I goofed by not including the followers of the apocalypse.

[scaradeus]

john hancock i will defend you with my life

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[lordsammichsilas]

So here's the comic in its entirety!

Danse deserved his magical girl moment and the fact that Maxson robbed him of that is unforgivable.

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[jcwdrawskinda]

Still not done, but having fun!

Death Shroud have synths feeling like:

[chekhovswatergun]

fallout fun fact

proctor ingram had to modify danse's power armour because his ass was too fat for the standard t-60 model

[sacreblugh]

hello arthur maxson nation where the hell are you can we be friends

[powerarmoured-painting]

Apologise right now. >:[

[slocumjoe]

in other news, is there any romance quite as frustrating and stupid as danse x sole, when you look at it from. Any other companions point of view.

Preston Garvey has his whole world chewed up and spat out at his feet. Everyone he knew and loved is dead. Maybe he had a best friend, a lover, a brother or sister in the Minutemen. Maybe they were a civilian in Quincy. It doesn't matter anymore. This guy who's given you this second chance, you go with him to try and redeem yourself.

You are Preston Garvey, the last original Minuteman. You are tired, down in your bones, but you follow this stranger in a strange land across what you call home. While you're both picking through the ruins of Lexington, finding the corpses of the last of your friends, their pipboy gets a signal. A call for help.

You go to Cambridge. You help a dude in power armor gun down some ferals. As you reload your musket, dust yourself off, you look up as the big guy starts talking to your pal. And you can hear the white noise behind their eyes. You blink as they agree without question or hesistancy to do anything this dude needs. They're pretty nice, they're a good person, but usually you're not worried about if they're using their brain or not. Now, you're kinda worried. So you follow your buddy and Paladin Danse (What kind of name...) to some space station or whatever, watch them cook the man alive after some button mashing gone wrong, and then he can barely offer them a place in the Brotherhood before they're verbally signing their life away.

You are Preston Garvey. Your General has joined another, foreign army because this one guy, who had the charisma of a bag of corn nuts, asked. You are Preston Garvey. You are tired. Your general is now wearing a rival army's uniform because it makes that one guy happy. You want a nap so fucking bad.

You are Nick Valentine. You are a synth. You just helped this dude find out their baby is in the Institute. You walk out some security doors and see this big, hulking shadow in the sky, smothering the land from the sun. It bellows out that it comes in peace, heralded by armed air support, spotlights glowering down. You smell war and you don't even have a nose. As you stand there, in the wind, covered in blood and oil from the synths you've helped kill, you watch as your...client? You watch the dweller turn on their pipboy, mark Cambridge on their map, and make their way to the road.

You follow, of course. You follow, stupid sentimental bot you are, to thr Brotherhood of Steel. The dweller is vibrating to get on the death blimp. The guy offering the ride, Danse, is both sizing you up like you're a hot meal and like he wonders if you're actually a synth, because how the fuck would the dweller think bringing you here was a good idea? You shrug at him. You don't know either. You get on the vertibird. You get on the blimp. The dweller bats their eyes at Danse as he stomps down a catwalk, and they snap back to their normal selves once they talk to Kells. They balk and turn green and scoff out in the hall as you both listen to Maxoson's speech. They wonder how dumb a man could be as you venture deeper into the bowels of the beastly aircraft. People sneer at you. You are in danger. You stay very close to the dweller. You both find Danse again. He asks what they think. They don't say what they were just saying. He believes in himself, he sounds like he cares, he seems to truly trust in this army and it's cause. Not "what a load of horseshit." Danse beams with pride and they drink it in like clean water.

You are Nick Valentine. You wish you could drink.

[lynettethemadscientist]

[sft-haze]

[the-interidiot]

ATTENTION FANS OF FALLOUT 4!

I’m doing a video analysis on Synths from Fallout 4, and it would be hugely helpful to complete this short survey sharing your opinion on the topic of Synths! It’s very short, and all written questions are optional.

If you can, please reblog this so it reaches a few more people. :)

[fallout4treasures]

I know it's been discussed before but I'm still so mad they didn't do more with Danse's character. So much redemption, so much healing, just completely thrown out the door. Running around still praising the brotherhood and everything they stand for is ridiculous. He could have been one of Bethesda's most complicated and beautiful NPC's and they blew it. Whatever. I'm not over it.

[curlymantis]

Cheeky commission I got from @/dew.worm (Insta) of my Fallout 4 sole survivor Naomi Watts and Paladin Danse. This takes place on a mission just a wee bit before Blind Betrayal.

To be real I’m loving how the Fallout show has awakened my yearly, obsessive deep dive into Fallout. Lil teenage Zoë who knew really no one else that liked fallout would be so happy right now.

[theology101]

I honestly can’t WAIT for Maxson’s Brotherhood to interact with the remnants of the NCR.

“Like the Brotherhood - they were really good allies against the enclave, but fundamentally they’re just a little inbred cult. No outsiders, no new technology, but damn good with their power armor. Then they went crazy and we had to take Helios. Now they’re just hold up in their bunkers”

And then Maxson just… isnt that.

A massive cult of personality (the kind that the NCR used to mock about Roger Maxson) able to inspire, uplift and enlist THOUSANDS. A faction not only with the capability and technology to have power armor and vertibirds, but the capacity to Mass Produce them too.

A combination of Western Zealotry, Lyon’s Reforms, and a healthy amount of overwhelming firepower

Arthur is a unifying symbol that can take the isolated and sometimes contradicting Brotherhood Chapters and forge them into a Nation. He has two successful campaigns under his belt and two Fusion Reactor.

He has Liberty Prime.

I’m FASCINATED by what he’ll do. Will he reject Elijah and the War and give them an olive branch in their time of need? Will Arthur double down and seek revenge, using this opportunity to finish off the weakened NCR? Or maybe he just… ignores them?

His primary goal is, now that the Brotherhood has 2 cold fusion reactors, is going to be rebuild Lost Hills and then take Vegas, Helios One and the Hoover Dam. That was the original mission of Elijah’s chapter, after all and three incredible storehouses of pre-war tech. But I could honestly see him doubling down and trying to turn LA into a Fortress for the Brotherhood.

I honestly dont know - according to his stated goals, he has no reason to intervene against the NCR when peace is entirely likely. But he’s a Monarch fundamentally, and Monarchs dont like threats to their power.

Good news is he probably wipes out the Legion or whatever’s left of it!