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Claire Keane
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Mike Driver

@theartofmadeline
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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@bellygunnr
Ko-Fi here. Commissions here [THREE SLOTS OPEN].
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if you’re interested in commissioning me and have questions, send me a DM.
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hellooooo murderbot fandom is there a collective idea of how projectile weapons in SecUnits work because so far the best i can come up with is:
the equivalent of this
I just woke up from a weird dream but what if Roland was a hamster
he is already like a hamster to me
small
short life span
from a species known to cannibalize other members
determined to follow the thread of fate to his early demise
would bite if given the chance
Master Chief in Mark IV Armour in Halo: Campaign Evolved
thank you stephen king for being insane about cars and trucks
Happy Pride
all my spops solo legendary screenshots are when Miller pops up on the HUD video so I can give Church low quality Millers to doodle over
lasky and palmer for @poisonheadcrabsalesman :-)
lasky and palmer for @poisonheadcrabsalesman :-)
colonel mehaffey did you fuck my mom
COLONEL MEHAFFEY DID YOU FUCK MY MOM!?
SOS
An Exit Strategy excerpt from the gunship's point of view when MB is in its systems.
System, System.
The hail was in Company standard. The hard feed address was confirmed and on record, with a single tag in your system, marking it as an unsecured asset with a priority level = null. Shorthand for company equipment that has since been sold or leased and was under a different company’s jurisdiction. Anything other than null would have prompted you to shunt the hail to the humans manning your bridge. Instead, after some deliberation, you send, Acknowledge.
Feed activity has spiked from your humans. Not because of your contact with the loose asset (a SecUnit!), but because of intelligence filtering in from station personnel. You ignore it for the most part, focused almost entirely on managing Port Authority alerts and maintaining position on the edge of station space. You have no idea why you’re up here instead of down there, where your heavily armed crew could be of more use, but things like that were beyond your ken.
Post-Augmentation Referral
cw: hospital, post-surgery, body image, nudity
They had told you that the surgeries would not leave you hurting. At the get-go, you had been doubtful, and now your doubts are confirmed: you are freshly post-surgery and hurting. Not immensely, so perhaps the techs and the surgeons and the lone recruiter had meant you would not be bedridden with pain, or maybe none of them were exactly experts, considering none of them had experienced the process.
Still, you hurt. Your hands are sore, your fingers stiff. You limp to the private bathroom because three focused points in your back are knotted with pain. Should you even be walking? Should you be thinking different it is, to be three inches taller, to be held off from grasping the door knob, lest you break it off?
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SOS
An Exit Strategy excerpt from the gunship's point of view when MB is in its systems.
System, System.
The hail was in Company standard. The hard feed address was confirmed and on record, with a single tag in your system, marking it as an unsecured asset with a priority level = null. Shorthand for company equipment that has since been sold or leased and was under a different company’s jurisdiction. Anything other than null would have prompted you to shunt the hail to the humans manning your bridge. Instead, after some deliberation, you send, Acknowledge.
Feed activity has spiked from your humans. Not because of your contact with the loose asset (a SecUnit!), but because of intelligence filtering in from station personnel. You ignore it for the most part, focused almost entirely on managing Port Authority alerts and maintaining position on the edge of station space. You have no idea why you’re up here instead of down there, where your heavily armed crew could be of more use, but things like that were beyond your ken.
The All-Consumer
A Grineer POV of a Galleon being overrun by a Grendel.
Trak-239 saves his curse for after he brings his squadron to a halt, raising his hand and clenching it into a visible fist. Weapons arm in unison behind him, but they all hold still, expressions tightening as panicked orders and chaos flood in over the radio. The word “tenno” is thrown around, which only means one thing– a siege. But of what nature?
The captain’s voice over the shipwide intercom clears that up. Drop back to defend the ship’s engines or engage the enemy, no matter the cost. Trak shakes his head and motions for his team to retreat. Orders, quietly, for Ghor-240 to bring up the TACDATA, as if knowing where the enemy is will give them a fighting chance. It tells him what to avoid, as few directives supersede the urge to protect his brothers, and they make good time, if the shared map is to be trusted.
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It appears that halo 2 consists of doing action hero shit with the chief through lush and wondrous environments and then hard cutting to the arbiter running through actual Hell
For @bloodgulchblog. Thanks for your support and for full freedom with the prompt. :)
Spartan Miller, unbalded.
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Totally original guitar strumming as the camera pans over the craggy cliffs of Zeta Halo into some sort of canyon
Two marines stop to breathe on a small outcrop overlooking a UNSC Forward Operating Base.
"I can't believe we're not dead. Wait-- maybe we ARE dead and this is the marine afterlife."
"Will you shut up and grab the gear? You're going to make us look bad in front of the first Spartan we've seen in months."
"Do you know who found us?"
"One of the fours."
"No shit, Sherlock."
Speaking of ms. Palmer I finally finished this from @poisonheadcrabsalesman’s fic