#underworld fo3

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 21 -- Winthrop

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 21 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Lingerie with Winthrop x F!Reader

Aaaaand it has been a very ghoulie spooky season so far, and this ain't even the last one! But I'm absolutely thrilled that I got to write for another old fave of mine. Winthrop is just so special to me, and Underworld was my absolute favorite place in Fallout 3, so this was just lovely to write 😊

I hope y'all like it!

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Lingerie, kissing, light body worship, reassurance, adoration, mutual lovey-dovey-ness, crotchless panties, oral sex, cunnilingus.

Words: 2.1k

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“What are you laughing about?” Your smile matched Winthrop’s as you looked across the dimly lit table at him. The candlelight shone upon his marred face, highlighting the grooves there, the lines made more prominent by his grin. 

You found you couldn’t look away. 

And not for the reason most people couldn’t. To see him… after all these months knowing how tough it’s been for him, for all the ghouls down here… and he was laughing. 

“C’mon Win, spill it. I’m starting to wonder if you’re having a breakdown or something.”

“Nah, nah, Lone, that’s not… Well, maybe a little bit.” 

Your eyebrows raised in question. 

“Just… Never thought I’d be in this position, that’s all. I’m still not convinced someone’s not paying you to keep coming back here and all. To keep seeing me, you know? Sure isn’t my charm bringing you back through the big an’ dangerous CW central, that I know.” 

Unable to help yourself, you found your eyes rolling. 

“How many times do I have to tell you–”

“You don’t.” He interrupted gently, “I know you say it all the time, how you wanna be here, how you choose me or whatever, but I just…”

“Just…?”

“Never met a smoothskin like you before. Anybody like you. How’d a guy like me get so lucky to find you stumblin’ in here one day?”

Unable to help it, you found your head shaking of its own accord.

“And how is it that you can’t let this go?” 

With a good-natured little sigh, you smiled and stood from your chair, rounding the table separating you. 

“We’ve been dating three months now…” You knelt down to be just below his eye level from where Winthrop was still seated, placing both your hands upon one of his where it lay on the armrest. 

“When are you going to realize that I want you?”

“Oh, I get that." He said with a cute little tilt of his head, as though it were a given. "You tell me constantly, sweetheart, but… just, why?”

“Because, Win, you’re you. You’re funny and resourceful and selfless, you were the first to help me when I arrived here, all ragged and disheveled, like a lost mongrel.”

You pulled a giggle from him with that, and noticed the way his eyes grew distant as he remembered. 

“You gave me a job. Helped me when I had no one, no idea what I was doing, you just–”

“‘Took you under my wing?’” He finished for you, pulling the words right out of the front of your mind.

“Yeah, see? I knew this wasn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation.” You stood up, then, and meandered over to the couch against the wall, plopping down with a dramatic huff.

“What more can I do? How do I convince a stubborn, old ghoul like you that you’re wanted, huh?” 

Winthrop sighed himself, and tossed the napkin that’d been in his lap onto his empty plate on the small dining table. 

“Hmm.” He made an obvious show of humming, of appearing to truly be stuck in his thoughts, as he followed your lead and sat down next to you on the sofa. 

“You know, a kiss wouldn’t hurt.” You heard him mumble cheekily, and with another good-humored roll of your eyes, you turned and fulfilled his request. 

It was short and sweet, a teasing lure you cast to him with a grin upon your half-puckered lips, pulling away before he could sink into it, the way you knew he liked to. 

To get lost in you… It was something you both had in common, much to his not-so-unexpected surprise. 

“Mm, yeah. Definitely didn’t hurt…” Winthrop’s hand went to the back of his neck as you pulled away, rubbing there, almost coyly. 

You merely batted your eyelashes at him, as innocent as could be.

Like you hadn’t been planning for things to lead to this point all evening long. 

“You want more, don’t you?” Your lips whispered against his ear as you stayed close to him, and placed a hand over his chest for emphasis. Winthrop gulped heavily, you felt it go all the way down to where your hand lay over him. 

“You could tell that easy, huh?” 

You answered with a playful shrug, pursing your lips in preparation, and even before you could lean forwards, rough hands grasped around your waist, hauling you damn-near into the ghoul’s lap, as his mouth sought out yours. 

“I just know you, Win.” You mumbled through your connection, letting yourself melt into it now, your eyes closed, your hands wandering over his thin dress shirt-- one he’d definitely been leant, seeing as all he ever wore were stained T-shirts or mechanics jumpsuits. It was better that way, you thought, as your hands fiddled with the pesky buttons running down the front. 

“And I know,” Continuing with your speech, you pulled away to better get a look at the buttons that refused to budge, “What it looks like, when you need me to show you…” 

Finally, you made progress, separating either side of the shirt and exposing his chest and torso to your half-lidded gaze. 

“How much I want you.”

Winthrop released a noise at that, something between a sigh and a groan, and you watched the way his stomach muscles twitched and flexed beneath his ruined layer of skin. 

His body was like a topographical map, so unique, the way it was textured; its landmarks, winding scars like rivers separating land, coloration like no skin you’d laid eyes upon before, especially not in your sheltered past. He was utterly unique a landscape to explore, and you meant to explore.

As his bareness was revealed to you, his hands tugging off the sleeves completely from his chest and arms, you settled further in his lap and set your lips over his collarbone, his throat, his chest, until you felt his shaking breaths rattling in his chest. You could feel his growing excitement beginning to bulge within his slacks, could feel the way the belt was beginning to cause him discomfort. 

In good time, Win. 

You almost meant to say it aloud, but your mouth was otherwise occupied as it set upon his skin again. 

Cologne too, he must’ve borrowed from someone, (you suspected Snowflake), for his usual musk of WD-40, of grease and welding tools, of sweat and Nuka Cola Quantum was masked almost completely with a rich, musty smell. Like the wealthy elite assholes you’d found housed within the exclusive walls of Tenpenny Tower. 

It was nice, for the night… But if you were honest, you’d take the greaseball in the jumpsuit over one of them any day. 

Still though, the effort wasn’t to be ignored. 

“Mm, you smell good, hon.” 

Winthrop’s hands roamed over you, his fingers dreaming of peeling the blouse from you to uncover what treasures lay beneath. 

“Thought it’d make for a nice change, heh.” 

“Well,” You started, your voice already pointed like a sniper’s beam of light, “I love you either way. No matter your scent.” 

“Wish that went without saying, really, I do.” 

“Oh, enough, Winthrop. Can you just take the damn compliment?” 

“Fine, yes, I will, darling. You’re the boss.” 

Another roll of your eyes, and your lips were back on his with a new sense of purpose. Your hands fell to where he gripped your body, encouraging him to tighten his hold, to run his fingers down to the hem of your shirt, to aid you in pulling it off. 

He actually pulled back from your kiss to admire what was underneath, and as your eyes blinked open, his expression softened at the look of you, his mouth slightly agape and his own eyes blinking as if in disbelief. 

“You… You outdone yourself tonight, Lone…” He said beneath his breath as his head shook, reiterating his blatant awe at the lovely lacey detail accentuating your breasts. 

How you’d managed to find a garment of this color, of this quality and in your size, you’d never know, but hey, Tenpenny Tower had its perks. 

“And it’s even…”

“Our favorite color, I know… I wish there was more green like this in the world, but I suppose this’ll have to suffice.”

“Suffice? Lone, honey, you blew this out of the damn sky.”

“Oh, just you wait, hold on.” 

You stood up, feeling a great loss of heat from where his bulge had been pressing between your legs, and began to shimmy down your own dress pants until they slumped to the floor below, and revealed the matching pair of lace underwear. 

You had to hold in a laugh, as he leaned so far forward to behold you that he toppled from the couch and onto the floor to join the growing pile of clothes there. 

“Lone… I want you to listen to me,” His voice was low, more raspy even than usual as he scooted on his knees closer to you, until he could wrap his arms around your thighs and look up at you with his chin pressing to your pubic bone. 

“I don’t ever want you to take these off, okay? This is just… Baby, you’re beautiful.” 

You warmed pleasantly at that as your hands went to caress his face, to brush your fingers over his wispy hair, and feel his hot breath spilling out into the cool, evening air. 

“So beautiful, I feel I’ll go blind if I look too long at this smooth skin of yours.” A gasp left you as his mouth dragged over the hem of your decorative panties, his tongue darting out to drag along the textured pinholes in the fabric, fleetingly tasting your skin with every wet kiss, every wanton lick against you. 

Soon, your fingers were grasping almost to the point of pain to his head, holding him in place; until he delved lower despite the pressure, his hands encouraging you to spread your legs wider for him. 

“Oh? What’s– Lone.”

“Hmm?” Your brows were still creased, your eyes still closed, hell, you’d almost forgotten this particular detail about your panties, until you felt something hot and wet press directly against your skin, and drag between your quickly slickening folds. 

“Now my mind’s made up for certain,” He rasped, “Never taking these off again.” 

He wrapped the whole of his rough lips around your clit and lower lips, fully encompassing the crotchless section of your panties and giving a hearty suck that had your hips bucking into his in search of more, more, more.

“Fuck, Win, that’s it…” 

He moaned into you, the grip of his hands tightening as they moved to grip either side of your ass, hauling you closer until he could very nearly get lost within you. God, and he planned to, evidently. 

The noises leaving the space between your legs were utterly sinful, your pre-cum and his spit creating a sloppy cacophony of your slick skin and his dancing with one another. His groans left your legs shaking, both from the sound, and the feel of his vocal vibrations against you, his hot breath spilling there, making you feel as though steam ought to be rising from your pussy.

Your own moans picked up as well, your muscles tensing as you craved something to brace yourself against, to lean on. But there wasn’t time, there was only this-- your partner burying himself in you, the sharp bone protruding from his phantom nose rubbing deliciously, almost painfully against your clit with each enthusiastic swipe of his tongue, and it had you close. 

“Win, please…” You breathed– almost whined, “Don’t stop.” 

He made a sound like a ‘nuh uh,’ shaking his head to further emphasize, and attacked you with a fervor you rarely– if ever– saw in him. 

“F-fuck, that’s– ahhh.” You sighed out your release, your hips bucking against him as Winthrop nursed you through it, his hold on you unyielding as he drank down your release like a man parched. 

He pulled back, like it pained him to do so, and steadily, his hands guided your shaking legs to sit back down on the couch. You fell easily back into the padding of the cushions, feeling your core still tingling from little aftershocks of bliss.

“Shit, Win… That was…” 

“Fucking delectable.” Winthrop panted out, still kneeling between your spread legs, and wiped his mouth with the back of one hand. 

“Yeah…” One of your hands reached to splay out over his warm cheek, caressing it as he leaned into the touch, while the other fell to your lap tiredly, as you both caught your breath. 

“And I ain’t done yet. So long as you aren’t?” Winthrop's eyes resembled that of some pre-war creature too soft to survive in this hellish landscape as he looked up at you. Adoration and pleading ran rampant in his expression, and you shook your head not two moments later. 

“Oh, Win… Not even close.” 

#fallout #fallout 3 #fallout npc #fallout 3 npcs #fallout 3 companions #fo3 #winthrop #winthrop fo3 #fallout winthrop #underworld fo3 #lone wanderer #f!reader #f!lone #dwd.nsfw #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

[enukitake]

ghoul named finger : )

#my art #fallout 3 #fallout ghouls #fallout 3 tulip #fallout 3 carol #fallout 3 gob #fallout 3 winthrop #fallout 3 patchwork #fo3 underworld #fallout #have some wholesome gob w mama <3 #slight gore? idk lmao #tw: patchworks rotting ass detached fingers??? dhjsahdkjhjskda i also dont know why i made them blue #this looks like absolute trash ghggjhjklk #gob #carol #tupil #patchwork #winthrop

[vaultgirl2077]

“The contract entitles you to my services in combat. I'm nobody's errand boy.”

#Fallout #fallout 3 #fallout 4 recreation #Charon #fallout Charon #vault girl recreates #underworld #Lone wanderer #fo3 charon #fallout screenshots #Meeee

[thefalloutwiki]

Fallout 3: Carol

“We couldn't afford a space in one of the Vaults. I remember filing down into that shelter, my father rushing me in. He stopped to help this one family, and I looked up and called his name... there was a flash of light, brighter than anything you can imagine.”

- Carol, Fallout 3

Carol is in a relationship with Greta, and the two run Carol's Place together at Underworld. You can read more about Carol here:

https://fallout.wiki/wiki/Carol_(Fallout_3)

#fallout wiki #independent fallout wiki #fallout #fallout series #fallout 3 #fo3 #underworld #fallout ghouls #fallout ghoul #ghouls #carol and greta #carol fo3 #fallout wiki quotes #fallout quotes

[baddieladdie]

☢️The ghouls of Fallout 3☢️

#fallout 3 #fo3 ghouls #fo3 #fo3 charon #fo3 quinn #fallout ghouls #fo3 doctor barrows #fo3 patchwork #fo3 gob #fo3 underworld #fo3 tulip

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

Okay so I know Greta says ghouls don't work like humans do but fuck Bethesda's reasoning Interplay wanted born ghouls

Gob is a born ghoul

#fallout #fallout 3 #fo3 #fallout van buren #fvb #fallout greta #fallout gob #fallout underworld #fallout born ghoul #born ghoul

[fallthefalled]

Could we give a big clap to Tulip??

She is always there when I am low on Caps.. and I can always just go up to her, scam her and take all her caps!! C: /hj

((WITHOUT selling or using commands/srs))

#fallout 3 #fallout #underworld #fallout underworld #Fallout 3 Underworld #Fallout 3 #Fallout 3 Tulip #Tulip Fallout #Tulip #Caps #Fast Caps Fallout 3 #Fast Caps Fallout #i love this glitch sm- #CAPS #FO3 CAPS #FO3 #virl

[falloutbaddie]

♡♡ Hey, I wanted to tell you, Patchwork got drunk last week and left his booze in the air filter ♡♡

- Underworld Conversation to Winthrop

#poor guy #winthrop really has his work cut out for him #never enough hours in the day #winthrop #fo3 #fo3 underworld #fallout 3

[irradiatedpiratebooty]

fallout tv show ghoul discussion

the only thing i dislike about the show is their retcon of ghoul lore- everything else is a banger i had a great time but the lore changing the ghouls baffles me, as it retcons and changes literally every other game in the franchise. its funny, im not mad about it, im ok with the show having different lore than the games. i just hope they make it clear that its an AU kind of thing haha mainly because if someone gets introduced to the series from the show, and they go off to play the games, theyre going to be confused. so, what are the changes? well-

in fo3, theres an entire side mission involving the underworld, where the ghouls there really hammer in that the rumors like; that they regen and so can only be killed by headshots, that they eat people, that they can go feral at any point, and that they're zombies.

all of this is just propaganda spread by the brotherhood and bigots to justify murder and genocide.

none of it is true. they bleed and die like anyone else. but in the show, these things are not rumors, and they are completely true. cooper constantly has to take this drug from a vial that prevents him from going feral. theres no explanation on where this medicine came from, who makes it, whats its made out of, etc.

so, while in the game, turning feral is unknown, seemingly at random (theories range from genetics, lack of socialization, insanity, radiation exposure, and time) and ghouls dont just- randomly turn feral. but in the show its enevitable and therefore the hate towards them is justified. the only things that are special about them is that they; age much, much slower than non-ghouls, that they can heal faster using radiation. (to my knowlege, they still need to be patched up. they do not just regen. they can still get shot to death, or maimed. they just heal a little faster.) and they need more potent drugs, as it doesnt affect them as strongly (mentioned in fo3 by some ghouls in a subway) the changes made in the show heavily changes the stories of a few characters and places in the entire series.

for fo3: changes the entire underworld. these ghouls cannot leave this place. if they do, they're shot and killed immediately by the brotherhood nearby. they discuss how they're discriminated against. in the fo3 dlc, point lookout, the ghoul there presumably hasnt left the manor he lives in for well over 200 years. he wouldnt have access to these vials. tenpenny tower. their ban on ghouls would be justified then. the entire narrative involving the water purifier and putting the serum in that will kill off all mutants. with the changes the show makes, the decision whether or not you do this has no weight and eradicating mutants becomes justified. for fallout new vegas: dean domino. he hasn't left the Sierra Madre in over 200 years. he wouldnt have access to these vials either and would have probably gone feral a long time ago. for fallout 4: diamond city. diamond city's ban on ghouls wouldnt be an issue anymore. since in the show, ghouls cant die aside from headshots, the ghouls being thrown out into the wastes to the elements wouldn't really be as heavy of an issue.

(i cannot comment for fallout 1 and 2, as i am not as knowledgable about the ghouls in those two games. feel free to add on in reblogs if you know more about them than i do)

i love the show, i think its awesome. im basically consuming it now with the idea that its canon -within its own story and lore- and is separate from the game itself. cooper is a badass and the changes work for the show itself, not so much the entire series. which is fine in my eyes.

#fallout tv series #fallout tv show #fallout tv show spoilers #fallout #fallout tv show discussion #fallout amazon #ghoul discussion #feel free to add/critique more of what i said #i like discussing this its neat #theories are awesome too #dont be a dickass about it being “bad” this is just a discussion for fun #its not that serious

[super-duper-mart]

two characters who reminder me of each other r gob from fo3 n kent connolly from fo4.

they’re both so fucking adorable i just cant help but love them. they just want to be taken seriously n appreciated n i have to respect that.

i so wish gob had a quest line n i wish we could tell gob that carol from the underworld said hello:(

#fallout #fallout 3 #fo3 #gob #gob fallout 3 #gob fo3 #kent connolly #kent connolly fallout 4 #kent connolly fo4 #super duper mart speaks

[valen-dreth]

got a mod that puts a lot of fo3 stuff to the settlement building in 4 underworld assets included i was like. i bet i could remake it from memory

#genuinely the only part i'd have trouble with is winthrops room idr if he has a desk? i know he has a barrel a bed and a safe #LOLL

[njadastonearm]

FO3 is maybe not the "best" Fallout game on a technical level but I love it on a deeply personal level (aka the first thing I did when I played the first time was miss the damn quest marker and accidentally stumble directly into my hometown, where I was promptly killed because I had only a BB gun to defend myself). I find it very comforting to play, moreso than FNV or FO4 because those aren't my Home, even with stuff like the Talon Company popping up out of nowhere to harass me because I gave some dude a bottle of water.

However, when I play I always do feel a bit of a dilemma. I want to recruit my preferred companion (Butch may be a basic choice but I like him and he's the only one the Lone Wanderer has a personal history with), but to do that my dad needs to die. Right now I only have Dogmeat. I might go into Underworld and recruit Charon in the meantime but I mostly want to recruit Butch.

#bal liveblogs fo3 #in fnv and fo4 i will swap between companions #and maybe if i played a new character instead of making bonnie again i'd do it in fo3 #but i don't really see much of a need to since they don't have like quests or anything

[bokatan]

7, 23, 27, 37 for all 3. Hier sind kekse.

[ fallout OC asks ]

7. Do they wish they lived before the war / could go back to life before the war?

Mercy: She wouldn’t go back to her prewar life even if she had an opportunity to do so.

Reed: There’s a lot of things that he misses, but ultimately he wouldn’t want to go back.

Delta: I think they’d love to see the tech in its prime and they’d love to learn how the cars actually worked, but they wouldn’t want to permanently stay there.

23. How do they feel about physical touch / affection?

Mercy: She generally doesn’t want strangers touching her, but she loves physical affection from people she knows well. She doesn’t typically initiate it, but she also has a tendency to have partners that are very hands-on.

Reed: He’s very physically affectionate with friends but he’s very casual about it- he’ll cuddle and all that, but it’s lowkey and could easily be passed off as platonic.

Delta: They overall like it, they’re not the most affectionate or hands-on person but they enjoy hanging out and they’re fine with physical affection from friends.

27. What faction(s) are they a member of / allied with?

Mercy: Sorry this one’s going to be long- she’s not currently an active member of any factions, but she’s had many past affiliations and frequently supports smaller factions. Pre-war she was in the U.S. Army & later on joined West-Tek and the Enclave. She’s briefly been allied with the Followers of the Apocalypse on a few occasions but has opted not to be affiliated with them outside of that. She’s had loose affiliations with Necropolis, the Great Khans, Freeside, & the Kings. During her east coast travels, she has a loose affiliation with Underworld, Goodneighbor, and she’s occasionally a tourist for the Railroad.

Reed: He’s in the Commonwealth Brotherhood of Steel and the Railroad; he wouldn’t consider himself to be allied with the BoS but he still holds a rank and works with them. He’s supportive of the Commonwealth Minutemen and has affiliations with Goodneighbor, Bunker Hill, and Acadia. Prewar, he was in the U.S. Army. (I also have a wastelander/non-sole survivor AU for Reed- in this AU he’s in the Brotherhood Outcasts during the events of FO3 and later rejoins the Brotherhood of Steel under Maxson. He has the same affiliations as above when he goes to the Commonwealth during the events of FO4)

Delta: They’re a Railroad heavy and they’re loosely allied with the Commonwealth Minutemen, Goodneighbor, Bunker Hill, and Acadia. They have past affiliations with the Rust Devils and Underworld.

37. What is the worst injury they have experienced?

Mercy: Getting shot in the head by Benny was definitely the worst but kind of a given; aside from that, the worst she’s had was a bite from a feral ghoul that got infected while she was on the run from the Enclave.

Reed: He was hit with shrapnel during his first tour in Alaska and has some scars from it. He’s also broken his nose a few times.

Delta: They were attacked and took a knife to the face, which resulted in them losing their original eye & caused the ‘scar’ they currently have. They‘re fortunately an early/prototype gen3 rather than the newer ‘undetectable’ gen3’s, so they were able to have that eye replaced with one from a later gen2 model.

#ask games #thank you!💖 #mercy tag #reed tag #delta tag #I haven’t worked out names yet but there’s a ghoul community in Chicago she’d be affiliated with too #basically she’s supportive of pretty much any ghoul community that’s not a cult or has some sort of extremist shit going on #Mercy doesn’t fuck with the big factions- in general she’s wary of large government-like systems #hates the NCR hates the BOS etc etc- in the Commonwealth she’s even a bit hesitant with the Minutemen

[dontmindme2600]

Things that have happened to in Fallout 3 so far as I go into the game not knowing anything at all about it, part 3 (part two is in the reblogs of the og post I just don’t want to make it any longer lol):

-Game just straight up crashed randomly (love u Bethesda) but thankfully it was like soon after I turned it on so I didn’t really lose anything important. What was weird though is that after closing it and reopening it, it was still crashing. Like it just froze with glitched audio on the title screen. Also somehow when I tried to open a whole other game to give it a break the glitching sound continued over to a whole other goddamn game for some reason. I am using past tense here but I actively write this stuff as it happens (I have this post drafted) and literally have no idea what to do rn because I’m playing on Xbox GamePass and like wha (I’ll figure it out)

-I found the mechanist and tried to do that speech thing on him where you try to tell him he’s become just as big of a problem as the AntAgonizer, the first time it didn’t work and he killed me. The second time it immediately worked, and after like 3 lines of dialogue he took the suit off and I completed the entire quest. Like. Like the whole thing. What the fuck. I don’t even know what the AntAgonizer looks like yet. I was. I was expecting a little more there

-Was hanging out in the Rivet city marketplace for the first time, got some pre-war clothes, gossiped with some NPC’s, all of sudden one of them starts running and I’m getting shot at, I leave and come back and everything’s normal, don’t know what that was about but I LIVED THIS TIME THOUGH HA

-Was going through hell in DC as you do and started repeatedly clipping through the ground with every step I took, had to reload a save to get it back to normal

-Whatever you do, do not take a left after you discover Friendship Heights

-Found an area that was full of raiders to practice my combat and the raiders just like. Hung a bunch of dismembered bodies from the ceiling of one room and I will not lie I was a bit aghast. Appalled if you would. Flabbergasted. Like have some class???

-Made it to the underworld, I’m considering killing Ahzrukhal to learn more about Charon without having to pay, but the people there already probably don’t trust me and I don’t want them to become hostile because I killed him lmao

-Found a glitched like,,, floating armor I think??? It was just a chest plate and mask floating in midair in some closed off area of an underground metro station, and I’m not joking it scared the shit out of me because it looked like a floating corpse staring straight at me alsjdhakksj. When I walked into it gravity kicked in and it fell to the ground, but when I went back into the same area again later it respawned, floating again.

-I’ve realized that there’s a counter for “pants exploded” in your stats and I am,,, very curious on when that will be a thing I can do

Notes:

-I still have absolutely NO idea how to use V.A.T.S. properly, so I avoid it, so I’m absolutely dogshit at any combat in the game. I kind of think that at this point I should probably work on it because I’m struggling to make any major progress with the quests. So I’ll make sure to practice sometime

-From now on I’ll tag these posts as “fo3 with Stupid” (the old ones are tagged with this as well)

#guess I’ll just keep going at this until I beat the game #fallout 3 #fo3 #fallout #ngl I wish I posted part 2 separately as well because it’s hilarious #like the prime example of how unfamiliar I am with this series #also after I made that vats note I started practicing combat and leveling up so I’m doing #a… bit better now??? still am not good at vats but I did get better at defending myself with basic weapons #fo3 with stupid

[until-the-brahmin-come-home]

Hi I’ve got some questions about Sam since. You’re doing a run of Fallout 3!

1. What’s his relation with religion like?

2. What is his relation with the Brotherhood + minor factions like?

3. Feel free to ramble about him I’m curious!

Hello, and thank you for the questions! It should be noted that Sam is agender and uses they/them pronouns.

Answers under the cut:

Sam is an ex-Catholic; they followed the religion when they were younger, and they still value it as a way to feel close to their late mother, but in their teens they realized they didn't feel they were connecting to god like they were 'supposed' to and gradually grew distant. Now they're somewhat agnostic; they've seen enough strange things to have a belief in the supernatural, but they don't believe in an almighty creator. They do still wear a cross on a necklace, and utilize some christian symbolism - for example, in their name (Samael), and many of their tattoos. I, personally, am not religious and don't have a strong connection to christianity besides the background 'i am an adult who grew up in america', so my thoughts on this front aren't as put-together as I'd maybe like them to be.

a) Sam. hates. the Brotherhood. They think the whole group is full of pretentious, bigoted, self-righteous assholes and if they could avoid working with them they would. Unfortunately, the railroad-y nature of the story means that Sam does have to grit their teeth and go along with them in places, but they won't make it easy. Very "I'm not stuck here with you, you're stuck here with me" energy in a lot of their interactions - Sam would frequently start fights, steal things, and otherwise be as difficult to work with as possible. If it weren't for the fact that Sam was integral to Project Purity, Lyons probably would've kicked them out. Once the whole ordeal is over they abandon the BoS and never look back. I've toyed with the idea of Sam being the one who killed Sarah Lyons in-between 3 and 4, although I'm not sure if I'll make that canon to their story or not.

b) Sam also hates slavers and the Enclave and will go out of their way to attack them whenever possible. They're not fond of raiders but will leave them alone if they don't attack first - something that, sadly, doesn't happen too often. On the flipside, they get along well with Little Lamplight + Big Town and swing by frequently to make sure they're doing alright; they're friendly with the Family, having some quiet cannibalistic tendencies themselves (they'd never kill someone to eat them, but if they're already dead, meat is meat...only when supplies are low, though); they genuinely like Reilly's Rangers and are happy to help them map out the wasteland; they think both Talon company and the Regulators are weird and annoying, although they obviously have a lot more problems with Talon; they think the Underworld is cool; and in the made up version of fo3 in my head where the super mutants are well-written, Sam gets along fine with them too. Sam has nothing against the Children of Atom or the Treeminders but, because of some weird interactions, quietly tries to avoid them. The whole 'disarming the bomb' and 'killing Harold' thing doesn't help.

3. Random info: they avoid finding their dad for a really long time. They get the information of where he went off of Moriarty's terminal, but after that they just fuck around doing quests for Moira and dragging trinkets back to their house. Since I'm currently doing the wasteland survival guide - I'm choosing snide options because I want the critical hit bonus, but Sam would choose the intelligent ones; they're very much a scientist when it comes to how they view the world.

Also, they learn how to do tarot readings from Beatrice in 101, and carry a deck with them into the wasteland, occasionally doing readings before major events.

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Playing fo3 the last few weeks and it’s giving me so many thoughts on the BoS but even more questions about what happened during the 10 years between fo3 and fo4

I suppose they didn’t want to give concrete answers on some things since they want to give the illusion former players can have their own “canon” ending to some degree

But overall

- The BoS didn’t actually change that much in terms of their xenophobia towards non humans. The ghouls in underworld blatantly say they’ll fire at them for amusement not caring if they’re feral or not. And this is Lyons’ BoS

- The civil war between the outcasts and Lyons is genuinely interesting. It’s also interesting one of Maxson’s accomplishments is bringing the Outcasts back into the fold which brings into question what did he agree to in order to do this?

- Maxson actually does show some of Lyons’ influence in his policies. (He does care about the people of the commonwealth in his way, he accepts wastelanders, he says to trade tech for food and water and lend a hand occasionally,) BUT he also has the traditional BoS attitude towards non humans, basically a very “sacrifice a few for the greater good” attitude. He’s quite merciless towards deemed enemies.

- his soldiers refer to him as “compassionate” but say the institute will feel his wrath in the same sentence. So I think in that regard I think his rule is a lot of trying to balance Lyons policies with the traditional BoS mission.

- something happened to the Citadel “remember the Citadel” and both Elder Lyons and Sarah Lyons died at some point within those 10 years. Owen Lyons is remembered as weak and too charitable (danse says this himself)

- baby Maxson is so sweet and timid but the BoS being an army see this as a thing to be ironed out since it’s one of the reasons his mother sent him there in the first place. Never forget he wanted to be friends with liberty prime :(

- Lyons lamenting the fact that Maxson is a child being groomed “to be a killer by killers” and he wishes he could have an actual childhood makes me sad

- Maxson didn’t change the BoS drastically, he is a product of the BoS and whatever happened during those ten years (still fully responsible for his actions of course but I twitch a little when people say he made the BoS be terrible. They’ve always sucked)

- “they say my soul was forged in eternal steel but I don’t believe that, I’m really just a normal boy” never fails to make my heart hurt. Especially with the knowledge he resents being worshipped as a god and uproots those cults as a result

- “your words are kind..kinder than the ones I usually here.” I don’t think this is saying people are /mean/ to him per se but the BoS Is an army and there’s a detached nature to how they interact. Actual warmth and affection is absent here

- They dropped the ball with Maxson in fo4 to some degrees because they fail to show his internal motivations more obviously which could have made blind betrayal more poignant

- still think he should be a companion but I suppose it would be difficult for him to he going off with you willy nilly because of his position and responsibilities but it’s not like fallout is known for its realism

- He 16 when they put him in charge and is only 20 in fo4. He’s not even old enough to drink by our laws and they have him leading an entire army is it really a wonder he thought a nuke throwing robot would be really cool

He’s not a good person by any means but my point is there’s just a tragic nature to his character they could have really explored and I’m sad they didn’t

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