#lore thursday

[halopedia]

Lore Thursday - Void Dancer

Created by Emerson Tactical Systems, the Void Dancer suit sacrificed MJOLNIR standards so the manufacturer could integrate its own black-box components that raised alarms at ONI.

[macabrewhims]

better luck next time…

[somebluemelodies]

between q!Cellbit setting the deadline for Bobinho on the 29th (god only knows what could transpire), and both q!Fit’s deadline for Madagio (which is gonna be angsty i already know) and q!Phil coming back (where he presumably won’t be better) on the 1st…

it’s so fucking over guys hold hands

[vigilskeep]

i have a new cousland who is like loosely inspired by the comedy bit lady cousland i did the other day. i havent actually gotten up the nerve to play her though so ive just been continually spinning her around in my mind

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Posting this one separately.

[pretzlforpresident]

Bought this silver keychain at the fair yesterday. Prepare yourself for tomorrow little guy

[nekoprankster218]

it just occurred to me out of the blue:

At the end of 2552, during Halo 3, Thel has to be like "hey I know this is gonna be hard but we really have to glass this part of Africa to stop the Flood" to Lord Hood

and not even a year later, not even half a year later, Lord Hood has to talk Thel into letting Infinity fire on Vadam to kill swarming rebels

How did I never catch that for years.

[trashfactorysstuff]

Toxic blorbos ;)

They are very toxic, more than I would like to admit. Somehow they make it work. They hate eachother so much that they love it. A vicious cycle none of them want to admit.

I’m so happy that you guys love Aiko😭❤️ she loves you all as well.

[knowlsey]

Thursday Friday Bangers

Tagged by @woundedsoul12, thank you for including me in your new trend. I had fun writing this so I'm looking forward to next week's lyric. (Sorry for being a day late, you can blame timezones.)

Write a blurb inspired by a lyric prompt. This week's lyric is from The Last of the Real Ones by Fall Out Boy.

"I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me."

I started writing this to be cute and then halfway through decided why not add in a bit of pain too because I like to suffer. This is set about a month before the opening of Veilguard. I use the names Ambrose and Rook interchangably for this short.

Harding set off to hunt dinner, leaving Rook and Varric to set up camp in the secluded forest clearing. The dwarf began setting out a ring of stones to contain their campfire while Ambrose scouted the area for twigs and branches to fuel it. The sun would stay with them for a couple more hours but the team had not managed to find an appropriate place to rest the night before and had chosen to forego the night's sleep all together. Now that choice was catching up to them, so they opted to end the day early and catch up on their missing rest.

Ambrose took a knee beside Varric and emptied their collection of wood into the campfire base Varric had made, then took out a box of matches to light them.

"You and Harding seem to be getting along." The man's words caused Rook to drop the matchbox entirely, matchsticks scattered to the ground. "I'm just saying it's nice to see you two getting close." He continued.

Ambrose collected themself, then brought the twigs to flame with a recovered match. Once happy with their work they finally turned to look at Varric, who had planted himself comfortably on the ground beside them. He had a mocking smirk on his face that challenged Rook.

"We're friends." They finally replied with a smile. "Just like you and me." An attempt to dismiss whatever it was Varric was implying.

"Come on kid, you know it's not the same." Varric countered gently, and Rook sensed a confusing feeling form in their stomach as they finally realised how much the older man reminded them of their late father.

Ambrose did a quick scan of the treeline to ensure the two were alone before taking a seat to Varric's right, facing the fire and releasing a defeated sigh from their lungs. They'd kept these feelings safe and hidden for weeks in the hopes they would eventually be forgotten, but they couldn't hide that look in their eyes when they saw her, or the softness in their voice when they spoke, or the rapid drumming in their chest when she smiled.

"I was trying to be subtle about it." They confessed.

"Well gee kid, we need to work on your subtlety then." He teased, and it made Rook laugh.

"I've never had feelings like this before. I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

Varric brought his hand to rest on Rook's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and Ambrose realised that their feelings towards Harding were not the only ones that had changed. During the course of their travels the elf had drawn closer to both dwarves. Now when Rook looked at Varric they didn't just see their leader or friend, they saw someone so much more than that. Someone who they swore to shield from sharing their father's fate.

"Listen," Varric's gruff voice pulled Rook from their thoughts and back into the conversation they really wished they weren't having. "Whether you do or don't tell her is something you need to decide on your own, but you've got my support either way."

Ambrose took a deep breath before attempting a reply but a voice like sweet honey cut through the clearing and they managed to catch the words in their throat.

"Hungry for venison?" Harding approached the fire lugging a few weeks worth of dinners behind her, an accomplished smile on her features. "I thought we could dry the leftovers and make jerky, that should save us some coin at the next market we cross."

Varric gave Rook's shoulder one final squeeze before releasing them from his hold and allowing them to rise to assist the scout with carrying the dead animal.

"Let me help." They said, lifting the body over their shoulders.

"You're sweet." She said, and Varric couldn't help but laugh.

[halopedia]

Lore Thursday - Prefect

Inspired by the Forerunner Combat skin used by the Prefects, Watershed Division used exotic materials to forge PREFECT GEN2 and GEN3 MJOLNIR armor as a technological demonstration of fusing human and Forerunner armor.

[mechazushi]

EVERYONE! EVERYONE SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP I AM SERIOUS!

I WILL PERSONALLY LET EVERYONE KNOW WHEN THIS RELEASES BECAUSE I WILL NEED THOSE THAT DONT VIBE WITH THIS TO UNFOLLOW ME WHEN THIS COMES OUT.

I AM GOING TO BE SO FUCKING ANNOYING.

No, you don't understand. I used to religiously stalk the Metronomink Twitter page- back when it was still Twitter and you could actually view most content without a screen popping up saying you need an account- for updates and fanart.

Sayu's base soundtrack is in my Playlist.

I SHIPPED THE OLD MAN YAOI ROBO GRANPAS.

[uhhhh00]

holy shit this is too much 😂

[lifemod17]

"she's lucky, but in the sense that what she says comes true FOR OTHER PEOPLE, but NOT for herself"

— how my mom described me today

[lorelune]

yall what the fuck has this work week been

[theangelicccherry]

-🗡️📚

[burntearlgrey]

Psyching myself up for a mission (getting mindfucked by the Aeor Memory Panopticon) with the boys (Bells Hells, Essek Thelyss, Tevan Klask, and Ludinus McFucking Da’Leth)

This is going to be quite an episode I can tell…