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smooches that white stripe on saber's face and leaves an Obnoxiously Obvious Crimson Smoochmark behind. "hey, hotshot."

          he doesn’t think much of it at first,  optics softening when he sees her,  arms already pulling her into a hug as he gently headbutts her in return    —    the closest he gets to giving a kiss,  of course.    the one con of being an exo,  he thinks.

          “    hey there,  my dawn.    how have you been ?    ”    it’s then he takes pause,  noticing that she seems to be wearing a certain crimson red lipstick.    he could only chuckle in response as he puts two and two together,  shaking his head ever slightly at her.    “    lemme guess:    you left a nice lil mark on my white stripe,  huh ?    ”

          “    well ?    does it look nice ?    maybe i should show it off to cayde.    wonder what he might think.    after all…    i know he’s got a soft spot for romance.    ”

          that hunter of the heart novel he found was enough evidence for that one.

          (    not that he’d admit he liked it too…    )

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saber why do u look so sad

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saber-3′s current hunter gear is 👌👌 and i love it so much

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this just in: i’m lov my warlock lesbian phoenix madal ?

bonus:

arcturus is her ghost n i’m lov

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duskbrokcn‌.

     “ I’m no stranger to the Hunter ways. ” Lane laughs, shaking his head fondly, remembering the Hunter of his old fireteam. The Exo’s still around somewhere; it’s just never a sure fire thing finding him. The guy liked to run wild. Picking up others here and there, hiding in the shadows, striking out, doing what he could to stir the pot. Typical Hunter stuff, as he’d once told Lane. “ Used to run with a full fireteam that had one of the same mindset as you. I’ll admit, those days were some of the best I’d had. A lot of those days were really reckless on both mine and his parts. Guess I can say I don’t mind unearthing some trouble to get into myself. There’s something to be said about letting off steam. Venting, if you would. ” As the Drifter had so keenly put it before Lane had finally taken the man up on some of that Gambit stuff. 

     Though the talk of looking for something has the blond incline his head, curiosity showing across his features. Too nosy for his own good, Israfel was always chiding him. Lane’s curiosity got him into more problems than it did solutions, though because of it, he had some fun ( the most famous incident involving accidentally calling a lot of Hive and needing to assist Rasputin in fighting them off; now that nearly gave his new fireteam a heart attack and a half ).

     “ If you need a hand, I’m definitely not busy. ” He’d wanted to go off and practice a bit more. Hone his skills. Own it, as he liked to think of it. He’s always being told by those around him he’s good enough, but he never quite believes them. He could always improve; and in this case, he really wanted his aim to work out better ( even if others look at him funny; a Titan pulling out a bow isn’t exactly that heard of ). “ And if it’s a worry, let me just say I can respect someone else’s loot. Besides, I’m out here for practice, not loot. I’m pretty set in that regard. ” The only thing he ever minded was armor and weapons, everything else was really not any of his interest.

          “    ha !    i knew there was something a lil different about you.    not everyday you meet a titan like you,  let’s just be real here.    meet plenty - a hunters like me,  though.    ”    the exo throws his knife up a few times to catch,  much to the displeasure of his ghost    ---    well,  sort of.    talon just minded having to rez saber every time he did something stupid.    but,  the offer for lane to lend a hand as he hunted down what he was looking for...    he hums,  glancing aside to think it over.    and when a few moments passed,  he turned back to lane.

          there’s a smile in his eyes as he uncrosses his arms.    “    never hurts to have an extra pair of hands.    and honestly,  where i’m going,  i might even need it.    talon’s being sarcastic about this, though.    how do i handle this ghost ?    ”    he checks his inventory quickly to ensure he has the right loadout,  the right choices    ---    void,  pulse rifle and shotgun (  though,  it hardly was:    he won that score from some random fallen out in the edz not too long ago,  and it was nothing like a damn shotgun  ),  and of course,  a rocket launcher,  for the sake of it.    he also notes the backup sniper rifle if he has to take a step back.

          “    hey,  you’re cool.    thanks for respecting the loot ‘n’ stuff.    but if i don’t find what i’m looking for,  you can have what i find.    not here for any other reason,  so.    ”    he checks with talon one more time to ensure the signal is still there.    sure enough,  it was,  and the exo could almost sigh in relief because of it.    now to find the bastard and take what’s rightfully his and not theirs...    “    you’re welcome to join in on the fun.    plenty of shooting practice coming my way,  so i’ll even join in on that.    i’ll keep count of my kills ‘n’ that.    ”

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anyway uh. dunno if it’s a possible thing or not but consider:  trans people volunteering for the exo program with the promise they’ll have a more masc / fem / andro look as an exo. and it even works out for some of them !!

i say this bc they only like. converted the brain and its processes into like, a supercomputer deal right ? and iirc the only reason exos started to reject the body is bc it didn’t have the human traits like eating and drinking and obviously sexual organs and all of that. SO. i mean. it’s possible for this to be a thing right ? i think it could be

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duskbrokcn‌.

     “ If my experiences taught me anything, it’s that it’s better to jump in an lend the hand than stand by and wonder if help is required. Sometimes it’s received well, sometimes it’s not. It’s one gamble I never really do regret making. ” A memory stirs in the back of his head for a moment, quickly buried as soon as he dredges it up. Not the time. Not the place.

     He carefully lifts his hand, allowing for his ghost to appear. “ Name’s Lane Ashton, and this little guy is Israfel. ” Slowly does Israfel, dressed as a tiny Shank as he seemed keen on doing for a joke that became his whole look, glance between Lane and the Hunter. A slightly easily picked up whisper comes from the Ghost, “ Are you sure you should be doing this kind of thing ? You know my opinion of this behavior. ” A slight roll of the Titan’s eyes accompany Israfel’s worrying nagging, Lane closing his hand and lowering it, allowing Israfel to fade back out from sight. That’s enough of that. 

     “ Don’t mind him. He’s normally like that. ” You get used to it after a while, which causes Lane to swiftly switch gears. “ What’s got you out here, if you don’t mind me asking ? Things tend to get pretty dicey at the best of times when even I’m out here alone. ”

          “    nice to meetcha,  lane.    good to see a titan around,  helps direct the fire off me.    and hey,  i get to fight back ‘n’ keep ‘em off you.    i always liked teaming up with titans.    ”    the exo crosses his arms over his chest,  resting his weight on one leg.    it’s been a while since he went ahead and actually teamed up with someone.    last he did,  it was with phoenix,  but lately she’s been doing her own thing,  which left him in the wilds alone.    not that he minded.    being a hunter meant being a bit of a lone wolf.    ‘sides,  this wasn’t much of a team-up,  right ?

          he takes off his helmet,  glancing up and down at the titan for a moment,  listening.    there’s a certain hint of amusement behind the hunter’s optics that would hint to a smile if he could make one  ---  the question is understandable enough,  of course,  but...

          “    i’m  ALWAYS  looking for a bitta trouble.    turns out,  going into dicey situations is the best way to find some of it.    ”    it’s almost a joke,  one that saber tells often;    he’s a hunter and most people believe him when he tells them that it’s just for the trouble.    but this time wasn’t about the thrill,  or the loot.    this time was...    well.    “    nah,  just kidding.    i mean,  it’s true,  but not what i’m here for today.    i’m trying to find something.    i got some pointers that it was supposed to be this way of the system and uh...    as you can see,  i went in alone.    ”

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rustedservos‌.

Ratchet almost doesnt look up, tapping away at a datapad as he tries to think of a way to get Rodimus into the medbay without dragging him or forcing Drift to herd him, but the sound of Cyclonus saying his name makes him point to a berth.

“What did you do, Cyclonus.” He asks as he sets the datapad down, checking the other for visual injuries. Strange. He did not appear to be bleeding. Internal, then?

          cyclonus wanders to the berth,  carefully so,  laying down on it with barely a sound emitting from him.    there’s a slight grunt as he moves his hand away from his side.

          “    it was an accident.    do not worry about it.    ”    crimson optics focused on the medic before slowly gesturing to his waist.    “    internal bleeding.    energon level reads at 84%.    i am not feeling any dizziness,  but the pain is...    annoying.    and painful if i move incorrectly.    ”

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rustedservos‌.

Ratchet has never been more amused by a mech( or femme, in this case) bumbling around talking to him. To learn that Nautica did not consider them friends was a bit of a shock. She friended everyone around her.

::Do you like Swerve’s.:: Here. He will try to meet you halfway.

          halfway was a great idea !    perhaps they would,  this way,  get closer to one another as friends and become even better friends !    it’s a steady process,  she thinks.    now if she didn’t mess up her words...    she laughs in response to ratchet.

          “    yes,  i do like swerve’s.    do you want to meet there,  then ?    ”

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@solshot      //      ❤’d ! muse received:  saber - 3 !

          “    ...    do you think i could make that jump if i try hard enough ?    ”    the gunslinger stares up at the ledge,  knowing full well how much of a risk it would be to make the jump from where he was now.    but,  regardless,  he was tempted...    and determined to try.    and if he died,  then he always had falcon to rez him.

          “    nessus sucks because vex,  but at least i can pull off cool stunts like this.    well,  i haven’t pulled it off yet,  but i totally could !    it’s not too far away...    ”

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mcka‌.

    a quirked brow is met with the comments as hana crossed her arms . her body language is relaxed , expression that of mild amusement . she knew she ‘ d garnered a bit of a reputation ( to which she was kind of cocky about ) , and would always receive compliments or offhand words on it . not that she complained , of course .

           ❛  nope !  ❜ she said simply , keeping her smile true .  ❛  but i gotta ask — why come to me ? there are others who ‘ re trying to get past me . don ‘ t you think giving tips or tricks to help them try to defeat me would be better ? just to see if they could ? OR ,  ❜

     arms uncrossed , hands moving to her  hips as she leaned a bit onto her left leg , smile turning into a bit of a shit - eating grin now —  ❛  do you really just wanna see where i ‘ ll go ? the crucible is a GAME , to me at least , and i will ALWAYS aim to win . what could you tell me that ‘ d make me win even harder ?  ❜

          phoenix chuckles,  ever amused by the young titan’s confidence;    or,  perhaps ego was the appropriate word.    nonetheless,  the warlock turns,  a humble smile on her face.    she asks understandable questions to her,  and she’s willing to answer.

          “    i know the mindset of a warlock    ---    and,  i know a hunter’s mindset too,  both from my own time in the crucible and knowledge loosely based on my friend,  saber - 3.    he isn’t great at the crucible,  but i know the tactics you can exploit.    ”    phoenix hums,  crossing her arms.    “    for instance:    before saber was a nightstalker,  careful to make his move and more wary of his surroundings,  he was a gunslinger.    reckless and always rushing in.    he’s too confident with a hand cannon to save his life,  metaphorically and literally.    ”

          she remembers his daring move to triple jump into the fray,  harnessing the solar energy in an attempt to master flair and power at the same time.    “    hunters are typically confident,  or they’re watching from a distance.    the trick to them is to predict their movement;    a hunter will roll to the side to avoid a striker,  or jump away from a dawnblade.    if you can’t predict where they go,  they will take you down first.    they have agility;    you have keen sight.    ”

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rustedservos‌.

Ratchet’s optics narrowed at the ‘just bleeding’ comment. Cyclonus rarely stopped by his medbay unless it involved Tailgate. Hell, he still didnt really get an answer out of the mech about the arm he had to get replaced. 

::Do you need me to come collect you.:: He knows the answer is no, but he still has to say it. 

          ««    no.    »»    the answer is fast,  but sharp and to the point.     ««    i am in no immediate danger from the wound.    i can reach the medbay myself.    »»

          cyclonus isn’t much further from the medbay,  and he’s sure he will be fine.    his hud reads lower energon levels than recommended,  but it’s not dangerous and he knows it.    over 8 million years of trial and error have given him a good chance to guess his odds.

          he soon walks through the door to the medbay,  slight limp barely masked in his step,  red optics glancing to the medic,  then the mediberth.    “    ratchet.    ”

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what’s this ?    tristan’s making  MORE BLOGS  ?    well,  you heard right people !    i’m saying hi to the undertale  /  deltarune fandom (  again, after what feels like 84 years  ) with a new,  highly anticipated (  by me  )  PAPYRUS  !

if you would love to interact with this zealous and adorkable skeleton monster,  why don’t you give this a fun lil  LIKE  and  REBLOG  ?    i’ll check out your blog  AND  give you a follow if i think we’d interact !    i might even    …    y’know    …    drop in an ask,  mayhaps,

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@rustedservos      //      ❤’d ! muse received:  nautica !

          “    ratchet !    i realize we haven’t talked much since...    you know,  i thought it would be a GREAT idea to maaaaybe...    spend some time together ?    just talking,  of course !    oh,  that does sound a bit wrong,  doesn’t it ?    ”

          it’s these days where she wishes she could sink right through the floor and disappear from existence.    velocity mentioned that ratchet was nice,  but primus,  she messed this up.

          ...    well,  no harm in trying again,  right ?

          “    allow me to rephrase that:    i thought that maybe we could hang out ?    like friends would do,  except we’re not friends yet !    this is like...    an acquaintanceship hang out ?    ”

          never mind.

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i’m here to have a good time, work on my new blog bc i’m a dumbass ( and i wanna use the url i saved for him [ he being p/apyrus btw ] ), and i come across this in his tag, i just.

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@andrasteschosen      //      ❤’d ! muse received:  anders !

          as a renegade mage,  he shouldn’t be here.    he shouldn’t be anywhere near here,  to be honest.    skyhold is too dangerous,  and even if the mages were given an alliance...    he isn’t exactly any mage.

          but he’s here to help.    he heard of the pain some of the inquisition’s soldiers were going through and he knew he could offer his services there.    justice...    vengeance ?    he agrees,  thoughts one and the same and flowing together as they should.    it makes the decision all the easier,  yet all the riskier as they approach the hold,  knowing that if someone recognized him immediately...

          oh maker,  varric wasn’t there,  was he ?

          slowly pulling a hood over his head,  the mage wanders ever closer to the looming gates,  hesitant.    unsure.    he doesn’t know what to expect,  and if the inquisition knows who he is and assume he’s here for the worst,  he might as well write his own death sentence.

          “    please let this be easy...    ”    he mutters to himself.

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@pallasminor      //      ❤’d ! muse received:  anders !

          anders is wary,  and rightfully so:    plenty have tried to kill him,  and all have failed.    he feels the spirit within him stir,  ever silent but lingering,  as the mage tries to decipher the other’s intent.    he has no room for error.    if he’s to be attacked,  he has to act accordingly.

          steady thrum of lyrium in his veins,  pulsing,  enhanced by justice,  vengeance,  both as finally,  he decides to put them on speaking terms.    he is ready to strike when needed.

          “    how did you find me here ?    and more importantly...    what do you plan to do,  now that you have found me ?    ”    a test of bravery for himself,  a test of life and death for her.    he knows better than to take any chances,  not now.    not now.    “    perhaps you will kill me,  or maybe you’ll capture me.    take me to the templars for my final judgement.    ”