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RANDOM ALOY EDITS. 2 / ?

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winter of 1997:  you're starting to get sick of hearing Candle in the Wind every time you get in the car. just last week you went on a first date to see Titanic and your date judged you for how hard you cried.

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modern au aloy cracks me up because she’s so ingrained in technology but was still raised out in the woods and i know if i met her personally she’d get on my last nerves

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this verse probably isn’t getting a dedicated write up since it was designed around other people (and also that write up would be way too long) but also, in case you’re interested in writing with in it, or just interested, here’s some bullet point details!

Born in 1972 -- setting takes place over multiple years but mainly set in 1997 (age 25)

‘Father’ (still adopted) taught survivalist classes

Other than being extremely outdoorsy, had a fairly normal childhood

Accepted to Stanford in 1990 on a full ride, majoring in both technical engineering and software design

During spring break of her second year she decided to skip out on the yearly hiking trip she took with her father to stay on campus and finish a research project; he ended up taking the trip by himself and was killed in a climbing accident that weekend

She managed another semester and a half, grades slipping all the while, before finally dropping out in early 93

Moves back home to her father’s cabin in north western Wyoming and takes a job as a trail guide with a local Grand Tetons tour group in hopes of reconnecting with her childhood and somehow honoring her father’s memory 

She loves being out in the wilderness again but hates the job (due mainly to the clientele) 

Spends the off season alone in the cabin or out in the park, though in the winter she’ll usually rent a room in town rather than be snowed in alone, out in the wilderness 

She’s just as miserable in town, being surrounded by people, tends to hang out in whatever the local dive bar scene is

Occupies herself by hustling dudes who piss her off at darts, though usually pool which she is exceptionally good at (which is how she meets Erend after walking away with his entire wallet)

Becomes a bit of a local celebrity at one point after she and a family of four she’s guiding go missing and she manages to singlehandedly get the family back to safety, though the accident is what finally convinces her to quit her job

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@reivontulet​  ➸    ‘  aloy. i fixed a hole in one of your plaid shirts. i hope you like fabric patches. this one says 'junior girl scout' xo ’

❝   Ha !   Ohhh  man,   this  isn’t  even  my  shirt.   Can’t  wait  to  see  the  look  on  his  face.    ❞

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@firewatching​  ➸   ❝ Careful you don’t get grabbed by the ghoulies. ❞

❝   Right,   well,   they  have  to  exist  for  that  to  be  the  case.   And,   wouldn’t  you  know  it,   I  think  I’m  gonna  be  just  fine.   ❞

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"hey red---- happy birthday." and he's handing her a box, wrapped very poorly in old news paper with a bow tied around in it what appears to be an old shoelace? maybe twine? who knows. it's a pretty bang-up job but it's obvious there has been a lot of effort put into this. inside an old thrifted walkman with the shitty little headphones it comes with, fleetwood mac's rumors is inside and ready to play. "it works, just so you know. I made sure of it."    ➸   @firewatcher

SHE  SHOULD’VE  KNOWN  BETTER;   she  can’t  remember  if  she  told  him  or  if  through  his  own  machinations  he’d  dug  up  the  info  some  how      there  was  no  telling,  but  she  still  should’ve  expected  this.   She  hates  to  be  caught  off  guard,   though  the  humble  packaging  of  the  present  sets  both  her  mind  and  soul  at  ease.   There  were  never  any  sort  of  expectations  between  them,  both  free  to  make  whatever  mistakes  they  saw  fit;  but  with  that  came  freedom,  something  she’d  be  otherwise  lost  without.    ❝   Oh  boy,  I  hope  it’s  socks,    ❞   she  chuckles,  attempting  to  work  the  string  loose  with  one  hand  as  she  sets  her  drink  down.   What  she  finds  is  something  far  more  meaningful  than  anticipated,  stealing  a  glance  back  to  him  before  examining  it  further  as  he  reassures  her  of  its  condition.  Thumb  toggles  the  well - worn  play  button  and  the  cassette  whirrs  to  life,  a  tinny  Lindsey  Buckingham  calling  out  from  the  headphones  in  her  lap.   I  know  there’s  nothing  to  say,  someone  has  taken  my  place . . .   She  cracks  a  grin,  turning  the  tape  off.    ❝   I  love  it,  a  lot.  I  can’t  believe  you  even  remembered  in  the  first  place.   ❞   She  picks  the  device  up  now,  the  egregious  yellow  shade  lighting  up  the  entire  room,  gasping  with  callow  excitement  as  she  looks  closer.

❝   Whaaat ?  FM  radio ?!  Look  at  me,  moving  up  in  the  world.   ❞

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no one ever wants to go hang out at aloy’s cabin and it’s honestly cause she doesn’t have electricity and she’s also gotten really into beekeeping lately

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°⋄  ➸        –––        ◜          @forgefought​​​        ◞ ​

❝   I  am  begging  you  to  update  your  computer.   For  the  love  of  god,  I  will  take  drastic  measures  if  I  have  to.   ❞

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𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟽:  it’s hotter than last year, you’re trying to find time to make it into town before they stop showing Men in Black, and Bitch by Meredith Brooks is playing while you sit by the lake.

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i think the biggest constant between all possible modern aus is that aloy’s a college dropout in all of them and i love that energy for her

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°⋄  ➸        –––        ◜   @firewatching  ◞               +  sc .

❝   Can’t  believe  it’s  already  turning  colder  . . .  think  maybe  I’m  dreading  this  winter  a  little  more  than  usual.   ❞

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°⋄  ➸        –––        ◜ @firewatcher​   ◞ ​

❝   Eight,   corner  pocket.   ❞   She   makes  her  call,   cue  pointing  out  its  indication  as  she’s  already  poised  herself  up  and  over  the  table  to  make  the  shot.   Eyes  drift  up  at  the  newest  godforsaken  fool  that  has  played  right  into  her  ploy;   she  always  savored  that  tentative  look  of  disbelief  etched  across  their  face  just  before  she  bled  them  dry.   Leaning  in  to  line  up  the  shot,   she  leaves  herself  vulnerable   ( here,  where  she  never  thought  she’d  need  her  guard  up. )   Cue  skips  unceremoniously  across  the  felt,  knocking  itself  into  several  of  the  opponent's  own  as  a  hand  meets  her  rear,   stinging  far  more  than  either  of  them  probably  expected.

If  looks  could  kill,  everyone  within  a  ten  mile  radius  might  have  dropped  dead  in  that  instance. 

❝   Are  you  fucking  kidding  me ?    ❞   Her  words  barely  hiss  over  a  whisper  as  she  withdraws  from  over  the  table,  face  colored  with  embarrassment,   turning  to  meet  exactly  whom  she  expected.    ❝   Hope  you’re  happy.   ❞

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@firewatcher​  ➸  ﹟  almost kiss﹕one  time  sender  &  receiver  almost  kissed.

WINTER  ALWAYS  CARRIED  WITH  IT  SUCH  A  PROFOUND  SADNESS;   people  such  as  they  always  took  the  time  to  prepare  for  the  oncoming  cold,  the  months  of  darkness,  the  bone - brittling  chill.   It  wasn’t  living      it  was  survival  at  best;   you  could  let  the  cold  take  you,  or  you  could  endure,  hoping  to  see  the  sun  once  more.   Company  can  provide  warmth  in  the  right  circumstances,   but  just  the  same  the  bitterness  of  shared  cold  can  snuff  out  a  fire.   It’s  all  about  the  resilience,  you’ll find  reasons  to  carry  on  whether  you  expect  to  or  not.

When  he  hugs  her  close,   she  tightens  her  grip:   arms  around  his  neck,  afraid  that  if  she  lets  go  he  won’t  be  there      she  needs  the  proof,  the  tangibility  that  she  isn’t  alone;   that  neither  of  them  are.   Momentarily,  as  she  feels  the  tension  in  his  grip  beginning  to  slack,  she  leans  her  head  against  his,  wondering  just  who  it  is  that  needs  this  more.   Head  turns  inward,  eyes  close;   she  can’t  help  but  think  of  the  empty  hallways  of  the  quiet  home  she  should  be  returning  to.   He  leans  back,  but  she  remains,  nose  pressed  against  his  cheek;   she  can’t  help  but  consider  how  warm  she  is  here.   A  hand  moves  from  where  it  had  anchored  itself  on  his  shoulder  to  his  neck,  thumb  barely  brushing  a  bristled  jawline  as  lips  plot  a  course  from  his  ear  across  his  cheek;   she  can’t  help  but  hesitate,  wondering  if  it’s  heart  or  brain  guiding  her.   Lips  find  their  destination  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth,  hovering  there  as  she  debates  with  herself;   she  can’t  help  but  release  the  breath  she’d  been  holding  this  entire  time.  Finally,  her  mouth  ghosting  his  own,  she  has  found  ample  time  and  space  to  work  out  this  dilemma,  steadied  entirely  by  hands  which  diminutize  her  form  by  comparison;  she  can’t  help  but  stay  like  this  much  longer  than  she  should.

He  is  patient  as  she  weighs  her  options,  lips  pressing  a  firm  line  as  her  eyes  finally  open  and  she  clears  her  throat.   Better not, she thinks to herself  . . . better  not.  When  she  leans  back  into  his  grip,  finally  pulling  away,  it  takes  her  a  moment  for  her  eyes  to  find  the  nerve  to  seek  his,  accompanied  by  a  sheepish  sort  of  smile.   ❝   I,  uh        ❞  the  words  break  as  she  fumbles  for  air,   ❝        I’d  better  get  going . . .    ❞