#joshua fonv

[danses-with-dogmeat]

🐍🐕 Joshua Graham for “I should have never trusted you.”? I love your work

"Wait I messed up the angst thing is deathclaw, sorry I did not look close enough for the Joshua Graham one 😩"

FINALLY I get to be mean to this awful man, omg.

Okay, sorry, had to get that out. No, but I think Joshua is an endlessly interesting character to explore, but... yeah, not the most morally correct of fellows, so it's nice to be able to call him on it 😅

But anyways, I hope you like it!

"I was wrong about you." Six said hollowly, their eyes distant as they peered down into the sand.

"Six..." Joshua's smooth timbre, muffled slightly by the linen cloth that shielded his features, passed over their ears. It was as soothing as the day they'd met him.

The day where he began to convince them of his righteousness, the justness of his cause, how far he'd come in his own personal journey towards the light. It all was the reason he was living, when anyone else would have perished, the reason for leaving the Legion, it was the purpose he was meant for. How could the courier have denied him? When the evidence was burned upon his flesh for anyone with eyes to see, or with hands to feel.

A missionary, bringing the glory of his beliefs to the indecisive tribals of the surrounding lands beyond New Canaan.

He was doing them a favor.

Saving them from themselves, from their sinful, heathen ways.

How could I have been so blind?

The courier's head shook, still in disbelief at their own ignorance.

"You never changed. You just... Don't have the Legion behind you anymore, but you're doing the same shit that began it."

"You're wrong." His voice was low now, dangerous, filled with the same cool fury they saw flashing in his stark, blue eyes. "Sallow would never be able--"

"Caesar and you are the same." They interrupted with a groan, "You both started the practices that became the Legion together. The violence, the disrespect for anything that doesn't resemble your ideal culture, imposing your ideas onto anyone misfortunate enough to align with the paths you've mapped across the Mojave. Using them to your advantage with no consideration of what is truly best for them, for their people."

"We've done more for the tribals of these lands than you could've ever imagined. Their lives were chaos, they were devoid of meaning, bleeding sin and uncertainty. I'm providing them with a path. A road to the righteousness that--"

"Oh, bullshit! That's your own perspective talking, Joshua. Did any one of them actually consent to your manipulation? To taking your beliefs as their own? To their wives becoming slaves? Their sons becoming soldiers? Their men being forced to fight for you or die?"

The former Legate bared his teeth below his bandages, his scowl scrunching the space between his eyes in a vicious snarl.

"That was the Legion. Alone, I have made no such threats, taken no such action. I've only provided opportunity."

"Only because you don't have the manpower. What happens when you gain followers once more? When the Dead Horses rally behind you, as they've already started doing? Just like the Blackfoots once did with you and Caesar. Then whose to stop them, to stop you? When the pillaging and raping and forced assimilations all begin anew in the name of some righteous being that they may or may not even believe exists?"

Joshua recoiled at the vision they painted for him, at the future they saw for him, the one he'd have died getting away from if the Lord hadn't spared him for this new purpose.

How could they not see it his way?

The glory and mercy of God saved me from a cruel and terrible fate. Do they not see that that is exactly what I want for the tribals? The Dead Horses welcomed me, and provided an answer to the violence that took place in New Canaan. How could I not take advantage of this opportunity the Lord so plainly provided me with?

He saw nothing wrong with his plans. He would gift the Dead Horses with the glory of his God, with the knowledge to save them from the fiery pit of hell in the afterlife. He would bring them to righteousness, to understand that their way of life is wrong and wretched by comparison, that suffering in the next life is inevitable if they do not follow his teachings and do as he bids them.

He would save them, as God once spared his wretched life.

And in return, they would help him avenge the deaths of the good people of New Canaan.

A small favor for what they receive in return.

His work is anything but the selfish conquering the Legion has practiced since they lost their way, all those years ago.

"If you do not see the reason behind my actions," He began, trying in vain to keep his voice level, "Knowing my past and my story, knowing full-well what God's grace is capable of, then I cannot help you."

Six sighed then, and Joshua's eyes narrowed in expectation.

"I never should have sought you out." They whispered, shaking their head as they spoke, "Never should have trusted you. I should have known that anyone responsible for the horrors that the Legion has wrought all across the Mojave and beyond would never truly change."

"The fact that you do not believe I have changed only proves your ignorance. You did not know the man I was before..."

"But I did."

Joshua's brows furrowed, his covered lips poised for a searing response.

"Maybe not personally," They continued, "but you told me everything about yourself. The monster you once were, how much better you are now, but if that's true... I can't imagine how horrid you must have been, how truly delusional... to be able watch everything, to participate in everything the Legion has done."

"Then you must not have been listening." He spat the words, as though it pained him when they left his throat.

"Still, then..." Six's voice was calmer now, the initial venom sucked out by Joshua's admittance, "With everything you've done, everything you have and haven't admitted to when you were in the Legion, do you really think... that you deserve a second chance?"

Now Joshua sighed, suddenly looking so tired at the thought of defending himself and his actions of his own accord.

"Who am I to argue with my creator?" He asked them simply, "And who are you to question the will of God the Almighty?"

Six's brows hardened over their eyes as they firmly held his gaze.

"Someone who thinks, no matter what your God says, that no man who is comparable to Caesar should ever get a second chance."

Joshua surprised them as a noise akin to a slight chuckle sounded through his wrappings.

"To that, courier, I say it is only righteous to hate the sin, but to still love the sinner. For, if I am able to do so, even after all that Sallow has done to myself personally, is that not worth something in your eyes?"

[marsantiquity]

made this joke on vc and had to draw it,,,

[lacquerheadd]

hold your breath and just wait, someone else will pay for your sins.

[dotssu3]

yesssss...

[thekingpengu]

malapis legate

[sacreblugh]

joshua graham ain't playing with the matching snakeskin booties, pistol grip, and belt 🙀🙀

[feeshies]

send any criticisms to my venmo thx

[streetfrightmanifesto]

Caesar’s Legion but Mean Girls!!!

I have more ideas I wana draw 👀

[thewildwasteland]

a request from twt i drew!!

[toffee32]

Prodigal Son

to match this Edward

[f1shlad]

some more fnv memes iv made from tweets iv seen and ss iv took

[unsaiiinted]

[ SKIN BONE SINEW ]

good luck!

[suniverse-art]

who up joshin their graham

[dotssu3]

Good Afternoon

[thekingpengu]

today i give one vulpes

[sacreblugh]

started this in june but forgot about it 💀💀💀