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quick sketch of a sudden loss

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“you choose” “you can pick” NO, and if you insist I’ll kill you

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Sipped my dads beer foam when I was like six

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So I was writing a fic that was in the time frame in which Halsey, Palmer, Osiris, and Blue Team were all in Vadam keep. The actual fic was supposed to revolve around some OCs but I got stuck in some salt flats. Specifically audio log salt flats and the fic took a hard right from its intended destination:

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Vale was honored that not only had the Arbiter agreed to her request to see more of the keep, but had offered a tour himself.

“Careful,” Buck had playfully warned, “Based on R’aana and the Jiralhanae girl, and Rtas’s student being stranded here, he might be trying to adopt you next.”

“According to his mother, all of us are already his strays,” Vale suppressed a grin, “even Dr. Halsey.”

“I can assure you,” came the dry tone from a corner, “Tel does not view me as family.”

“Seeing as I’ve gone so far as to decapitate my own kin, doctor, your status as a thorn in my side does not disqualify your entry.”

Halsey didn’t even look up from her datapad as Thel ‘Vadam entered the room, “Jul removed my arm, and I am not disqualified from your removal of my head. I see little difference between the two of you. At least he did not consider himself a wit.”

“A dull conversation partner for one who prides herself on her quick tongue. Little wonder you called for a rescue.”

“I’m certain that Spartan Vale would be more gracious towards your attempted humor, Tel. After all, don’t you have an ego-stroking tour to give?”

“That I do,” Thel dipped his head in slight bow towards Vale, “Shall we?”

Vale nodded and the two of them left the room, but not before Thel called over his shoulder, “Fret not, Dr. Halsey. I shall ensure my ego does not grow too large as to overcome yours.”

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save me from the salt flats

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Jun A266 headcanons

headcanons for Jun <3 im so in love with this man. @duskiily @aot--levi--ttd (have some Jun headcanons, apply them to jureyes <3/lh/hj) sorry that this one is short- i promise i will make up for it *scarms*

general headcanons

He talks, a lot, so he’d just walk up to you and start to talk to you out of nowhere. That's actually how you two got to know one another, whether it was before reach or after. He’d just talk.

If it was before reach you two would probably get in trouble for talking over private coms A LOT.

he would offer to train you in hand to hand (he's a lot gentler than Emile lol) or sniping <3

he buys the most random shit. I think he bought a ceramic frog and gave it to carter for Christmas <3

he's the type of guy to do a business call in the middle of a fight.

When he starts to warm up to you, he will try to help you with your aim in the sniping range, or stealth.

If it was before reach you two would probably get in trouble for talking over private coms A LOT.

If y’all met after reach he is still chatty but he sounds tired, and very sad.

he's probably not very touchy. he makes up for that in being talkative. he loves to ramble about whatever he's interested in,

he likes the cheesiest romance movies. like soap operas, he thinks their funny lol

He's so cold, he is NEVER warm. He may say he feels warm but dear lord his skin is ice cold so in the summer that's the best thing ever. He's a personal AC unit tbh.

he likes snickers bars. what a menace.

he drinks chai tea like the fucking pompous asshole he is

he is like super fancy, so he wears three-piece suits, silk sheets, fluffy blankets, nice cars, pool in the backyard, expensive cigars. this man. (post reach)

every time I think about him sitting cross legged, holding a half empty glass of whiskey with his fingertips, while he puffs on his cherry cigar. I go BUCK FUCKING WILD THIS MAN IS SO HOT HJFhjsfhpoasrw947sjkfkj;kfawovs anyways he was my gay awakening! (this is just a note lol)

sometimes i think he would own a hawk. i mean you cant be a sniper without the obligatory bird!

with an s/o

he likes mild PDA. passing kisses, small hugs, hand holding.

After reach when you two get more comfortable with each other, he will flop over on you. No warning, oh you are reading a book? Flomp. No book, only him.

At work? He will want to carry you around, or hold you close in private, like his office

this is just fact, he's really tall, like he is literally 6’10 so ,,,

little spoon little spoon little spoon! he loves to be held,

cute passing kisses, butterfly kisses, I think his favorite place to kiss is your collarbone or hands!

if you have long enough hair he will braid it, its a habit of his, or if you have short hair he will just play with your hair by running his fingers through it. he just likes to play with your hair

he wants to do nothing most days but hold you. (Post reach)

if he goes away for a while (post/pre) when he comes back, he will engulf you in a big ol' hug. he missed you so much.

post reach, he will call/text you whenever he can.

yes, you will adopt a ton of cats with him. no there isn't a choice. and they all have really dumb names it's so cute. /j/lh

He has constant nightmares so he doesn't sleep much when alone, but he does enjoy company or cuddles, it helps him a lot-

he does move a lot so be prepared to be smacked in the face with an arm or kicked off the bed if you two are sleeping in the same bed

He does enjoy holding you, even though Hes not all too cuddly.

Due to his shitty back he has tons of pillows for support so his bed is super comfy. Lots of blankets and stuffies too (post reach)

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Jorge 052 headcanons

hajdhaj large man, sweet man. I love him. sidenote- I'm glad I have Grammarly I am so bad at spelling LOL @cranerosalia for you! you need some wholesome rn. not a lot of them today, but there's more to come <3 kat's next!

general headcanons

So huggable, so warm, and cuddly,

He can and will adopt random animals he finds that are hurt and in need. Carter tried to stop him, and so did Holland. It failed miserably; he just attracts animals and people.

me and crane agreed on this, his love language is gift giving

he may not seem like the type of guy for this, but when he gets comfortable around anyone, banter. he loves little play arguments.

a big reader, big historical and nonfiction guy. but he also enjoys romance novels like the cheeseball he is.

LOVES Christmas or birthdays. as stated above his love language is gift giving so he takes these chances to kick it up by 50 and shower someone in gifts

gushes about sweet etilka every chance he gets we love her

"uh Jorge who's etilka?" he takes a deep breath "my chain gun, obviously." you nod, "oookay. cool-"

do NOT call him horhei. he will snap you in half and bury you alive. that's one of the few things he hates aside from the covies

has a habit of mothering fellow soldiers? he makes sure they eat, get enough sleep, and the like.

he gets along pretty well with holland actually! they're both old geezers so it makes sense LOL/j/lh

Hes scared of dogs. does not like them at all. Mendez and the DIs used them to scare him and the other trainees so Hes pretty sacred of them. he prefers cats, or fish.

he makes the best coffee, but he prefers tea.

Hes very stoic, it's hard to read how Hes feeling if you don't know him well. it seems like he has unlimited patience but Hes just very good at hiding his annoyance. but not with Emile-

with an s/o

When he first meets you, he does the usual, helps you acclimate, shows you around and is there to support you.

But when he realizes he loves you he gets sheepish, he starts to blush around you, surprisingly he fidgets, and stutters around you. He gets touchier. He normally touches people's backs or shoulders, but he kicks it up some notches with you.

He starts to place his hands on your thighs, arms, or wraps his arms around your shoulders when you're sitting together. He also leans on you and naps :)

Even though he is very caring he can and WILL break someone like a stale baguette and throw them into the next city over if they even DARE to be rude to you or upset you.

He feels the need to escort you places, not the bathroom. That's weird, but he just wants to make sure you get to very important places safely.

He HATES when the ODSTs or Marines flirt with you. It just fills him with rage, not towards you but them, they're always so rude and vulgar.

Such a gentleman can and will hold you in his arms and just slowly sway to the beat of your hearts or breaths.

He's so set on making sure you're safe and feel loved, and he loves it when you do the same for him. (This is called a mutually beneficial relationship and its stable too)

As I previously mentioned, he can get very shy. Especially when he wants to kiss you, Jorge always feels the need to ask for consent when kissing you (and that's not a bad thing! In fact, that's a very good thing to do, consent is important kids)

He enjoys reading, so if you two were alone maybe if you ask nicely, he can read one of his books to you

g... group baking sessions... it's a good stress reliver stress baking is great.

he loves physical affection like many other Spartans it lets him know that you're there and aren't going to leave him

Sleeping headcanons

Since he is a very large man, the standard issue military beds are a bit too small for him to just lay on his back, so he generally lays on his side.

MODIFICATION TO THE ABOVE BY @impossiblepackage "Because Jorge and the other Spartans are technically in a naval organization, I can say for a fact that, unless the beds get roomier in space, Jorge is definitely too tall to lay down comfortably (I guess Spartans are all top bunks) and because Jorge is so broad, if tried to lay on his side, he would get immediately stuck, if he could get sideways at all"

He does enjoy holding you,

ANOTHER THING ME AND CRANE AGREED ON he would let you lay on his chest/back. his arms are literally portable pillows LOL/j

Hes very warm. how? who knows. but it's a good thing. the UNSC provided blankets aren't very thick so it's great <3

careful, he twitches. you might get kicked in the middle of night, Hes very sorry about that

hugs a pillow. he needs affection pls hug him I'm begging you.

gently holds you like burger/j

he has some pretty bad nightmares, more of boot camp than anything else, so when he wakes up from that all he does is pull you close and try to calm down. if he wakes you up with it, don't be mad. comfort him. hold him gently like burger/j

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was playing w some ideas for a painting but gave up :| have some half-naked beefcake tho

the idea is that the librarian’s geas doesnt have the best effects on john. like nothing permanent, just it takes his body some time to get used to it, and he gets really sick. exhibit a - migraines deep into the night until he dreams of hands at his temples and the migraine subsides long enough for him to sleep. exhibit b - nose bleeds a lot a la stacker pentecost in pacific rim

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Chocolate Granola

Inspired by a discord conversation with @jackalopingintothevoid and @jericho-the-princeofspace about Hood keeping food stashed around for Spartans because he knows how hungry they get after missions.

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He watched the boy fidget, then immediately corrected himself. Man. John was eighteen now, even if only by a few weeks.

Still, he was uncharacteristically twitchy, and Hood held up a hand when he clenched his fist hard by his side. The boy—man, John—paused in the middle of his after-action report.

“Sir?”

“Are you quite alright, Chief?”

“Of course, sir,” he replied immediately.

Hood frowned. John had only taken enough time to change into his blues and get his lip stitched in medical before coming to the bridge, but otherwise he didn’t look visibly injured or ill. The only thing out of place was a few day’s worth of chin fuzz and hastily brushed hair that had whorled up at the back.

He shifted his weight onto his right leg, and Hood’s frown deepened. “Do you have to use the restroom or something son?”

“No, sir.”

Most of the time John’s laconicism was refreshing. Right now he found it exasperating.

“Then why are you fidgeting?”

“I’m n—” John paused and caught himself in the fib. “I’m sorry, sir, I’ll stop. I didn’t realise.”

“That is not what I asked.”

John’s back straightened. “Sir! I haven’t eaten in awhile, and I’m feeling a little lightheaded. Nothing to worry about.”

“What’s ‘awhile’?”

“About seven hours, sir. I believe,” he added.

Hood nodded and walked over to his desk. He could feel John’s eyes on his back as he opened the top drawer and grabbed a granola bar from underneath a pad of paper. The Chief looked confused as he walked back over, and then he held his hand out to the kid. “Take it,” he ordered, making sure the offer was not negotiable. “It’s got chocolate chips in it. It’s good.”

John paused for a split second before reaching for the bar. “Thank you, sir,” he said, peeling the packaging open with far more grace than Hood was sure he usually used.

“Eat up quickly, son. I’d like the rest of that report.”

Given an out to scarf it down, John did just that, giving him a look of gratitude above a mouthful of chocolate granola.

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Cortana appreciation reblog

John, lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV and BLASTED off his ass on pain meds: Cortana is busy running programs and sequences... she’s so much smarter and keener than... anyone... she. Has all these processes that you can- you can see the data running through her...

Kelly and Fred, trying very hard not to smile ear to ear as they watch John struggle to put together sentences: Yeah? You see the data on her?

John: It’s incredible... They look like... Little strings of constellations and stars running through her...

Kelly, under her breath to Fred: You’re getting this, right?

Fred, recording: affirmative.

John: She’s like the sky...

Linda: Because she’s blue?

John: she’s so blue :-)

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Jun Headcanons:

Image Source: halo_nostalgia | Instagram

Being chatty is a trauma response. As a kid in the SPARTAN III program, he was quiet. But as an adult and in the field he talks to fill silence. It’s never annoying, even if he is reprimanded for breaking the protocol.

His chattiness in the field results in him being up in the air in a Falcon, and randomly coming over the radio in your helmet with fun facts.

He reads a lot; hence the random fun facts. He likes sharing cool shit with you.

It was required to take a brief psychiatric leave after Reach. He did go through therapy and counseling, but once that was over he didn’t continue. Even though the Infinity psychiatrist and staff doctor advised he should.

His preferred method of coping is doing weapon modifications in an armor on the SPARTAN III deck. Sometimes he’ll modify and/or upgrade weapons to help train the new class of SPARTAN IVs.

Because of his PTSD, he has episodes of extreme anxiety where he paces and hyperventilates. He’s pretty good at managing these himself, but it doesn’t change the fact it still happens. Sometimes out of nowhere.

Even though he is “formally” retired from active military service, and therefore a civilian as a technicality; he still very much trains and practices as if he was still in active service.

He has fun challenges with other SPARTAN IIIs sometimes. No one can beat him at sniping challenges. But that doesn’t stop the crew of the Infinity on betting on the underdogs to beat him. Maybe one day… or not.

He hasn’t touched the SRS99 he used on Reach since he left on the Pillar of Autumn. It sits in its case, covered in dust. He refuses to open it at all.

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Gabriel thorne headcanons

I'm in love with this man, he doesn't get enough love. love him damnit. gender neutral reader/s/o its not very long, but enjoy! @cranerosalia

lmk if you need something tagged as a tw! <3

general headcanons

Hes always so sweet, polite man of year award

no matter who you are to him Hes going to ask if you're okay, how you're doing, CAN and WILL escort you home. he was raised right

I think he really hates coffee. more of a tea guy, maybe with milk. weirdo/j

.....he stims...... by stomping....... this is a personal headcanon for me fuck you/lh

he is like an angel, sweet, kind, polite and protective.

dork of a man, totally nerds out about sci-fi or fantasy, but soft worldbuilding. like studio Ghibli

Hes always wanted to be a spartan, he admires the master chief (not as much as Lasky LOL)

Hes a little airheaded. not very much. somedays he just... has no brain

shaves regularly, he doesn't like facial hair.

falls asleep curled up tbh

he TOATLLY would own a pet guinea pig if given the chance

unlike many, Hes very respectful to Roland.

Rolands personal fav aside from miller, we love miller in this household.

helps out in the science wing when he can, sometimes Dr.Glassman. Thorne did save his ass after all

very good at hand and foot, also card shuffling! he probably considered being a magician at one point

he HATES when people call him Gibby. while i think its an honor to be called the name of the best icarly character ever, he does not.

has tried to gift Jun things?? didn't work. it was a frog. Jun did not appreciate it.

Hes very considerate, thinks before he speaks, or acts *cough* unlike hoya and Demarco/j *cough*

probably plays his violin to de-stress. great coping mechanism tbh.

a true connoisseur, loves rocky road ice cream.

with an s/o

very sweet, doesn't mind holding your hand in public or kissing you even if the other Spartans tease him

misses you so much whenever he leaves for a mission

scoops you up in his arms and cuddles you

you two likely met on the infinity or in musas compound.

will play his violin for you, just ask and he'd do it.

loves it when you watch him practice in the training simulations, cheer him on while he kicks hoyas ass <3

he totally adores you, dotes on you whenever he can. Hes sure you can handle yourself, but he just loves you too much.

if you get hurt, he freaks out. internal panic, but to the keen eye its noticeable. he paces, taps his fingers on any surface.

cute ass nicknames. sweetie, Honey, babe, you name it. sweetest man in the world istg

would give you the moon and back.

loves to hold you. at any given point. oh you're doing ur job? hand on your hip or lower back, maybe rubbing your arms. laying down/taking a break, gently rubbing your back/legs

he wants you to be happy and feel safe. he would forget himself for you, don't let him do that. care for him as he cares for you (newsflash that's called a beneficial relationship, ITS HEALTHY)

on off days/extended leave he wakes you up in the morning with sweet kisses and breakfast in bed <3

he totally likes to flaunt his abilities to you

since he grew up rather well off, fancy restaurant dates.

his grandmother loves you (if she's still alive)

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Imagine being a human warrior on Yautja Prime... this is one long ahh drabble...

Taken in by an elder female warrior, she vouched for you in order for yourself to be taken seriously. To not be chased out and killed or put in the arena for entertainment. She practically raised you, she's your mentor, someone you always felt you can rely on.

For the rest of the clan, you're kept at a distance. You still need to prove your worth.

There's this one male in particular that seems to utterly despise you. He's the most celebrated male in the clan, an attractive Big Game Hunter who hunts monsters far beyond human comprehension. He doesn't even waste his time hunting humans. To him, and most yautja, humans are ugly little creatures who can get creative and unfair out of nowhere. We're basically the equivalent of goblins to them.

You're no different to him. Your face is weird and just wrong, and you're far too small and soft to be a worthy adversary. Constantly trailing behind your master like a lost whelp. He'd rather keep his distance.

A prideful traditional yautja. Arrogant as the rest.

Yet, when a giant scorpion like beast strikes him with its poison tipped tail, he has no choice but to seek out your master for an antidote. After taking his trophy, of course. Yet your master is nowhere to be found. Only you reside in the cave.

He's half tempted to turn around and muscle out the poison. However, he decides this is an opportune moment to test your prowess. To see if you're worth being your master's pupil.

He'd rather that you weren't touching him. He's a vain creature, you see. A "you can look but don't touch" type of yautja. Why wouldn't he be? He's incredibly attractive by yautja standards. Honestly, attractive by human standards too, but it's best if you don't tell him that. Don't want to inflate his ego any further.

The softness of your skin... it's not the worst thing. He's certainly been in close contact with more disgusting things.

You cure him of his ailment. Quite quickly, too. It seems like you're improving your master's recipes...

...

Humans certainly are crafty.

Half a day passes, you're sitting by the fire inside your master's cave, stitching up a tapestry for her. You feel something heavy dumped on top of you in a heap. Soft, warm fur enveloping you. It's a pelt on some kind of great wolf-like creature. You certainly like pelts, having started your own small collection of prey you skinned yourself. You remember seeing this kind of pelt on someone before. You certainly remember eyeing a yautja who was wearing one, thinking about how you'd get your own like that.

Just who wore that cloak again? Wasn't it—

"A gratitude gift. Think nothing of it." He grumbled as he stalked away, you only caught a glimpse of his back when he turned around to return to camp.

Your master stares at the scene, a look in her eyes that seems to be a mix of endeared and amused. In a way that only older people can look at young couples people.

Several days pass, and yet he hasn't seen you in his "gratitude gift" yet. Which ticked him off. He spent all that time hunting down that creature, just to create a fur cloak with smaller proportions than he's used to. It was tedious. Troublesome. You didn't deserve the effort. He doesn't even know why he felt the need to make that for you. You don't even bother to wear it.

But on this particular day, it rains. A torrential downpour fitting for the harsh climates of Yautja Prime. He sees a flash of silvery white running around the camp as he prepares to hunt for rations for the clan. You're wearing his gratitude gift.

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He's only admiring his handiwork. He did a fine job in creating a fur cloak to fit someone with smaller proportions.

Yes. That's it.

He's only admiring his handiwork.

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Serin Osman i love you

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What if there was a matriarchal small faction of brutes that were against the Covenant and Banished? That would be pretty cool

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Still awake at 3 am, listening to hans zimmer's time and seeing the cosmos behind closed eyes.

Peak summer ( its an orchestra of despair for school and what is about to come)

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