FREELANCER//.

indie red vs blue oc. 20+. penned by alethea

[ddelaware]

hey yall, i got extremely sick extremely suddenly, im getting better slowly, but i’ve also been inundated with store commissions!!! i want to be more active over on my multi <3 so hmu there !!! @evangeliisch

[ddelaware]

answer 21 questions  &  then tag 21 people you would like to get to know a little better .

tagged by : @mythosbornc​ tagging : @enemybullet​ @proviidence​ @synthmama​ @astralyte​

nickname: Alethea / Andy

real name:  UHHHH im in HIDING

zodiac: aquarius

height: 5′7

what time is it?: 12:21PM

favorite musician/group: i like so many artists tho mmm p!atd and elton john

favorite sports team: port powerrrr

other blogs: @evangeliisch​

do i get asks?: sometimes

how many blogs do i follow?: 119

any tumblr crushes?: yes but im babby and not gonna snitch myself

lucky number: 42

what am i wearing right now?: fresh prince of bel air shit and pink shorts

dream vacation: deadass going to japan like the weeb i am, i really wanna see the shining moon tokyo restaurant and the unicorn gundam

dream car: oof a mustang? or ford f100

favorite food: pork buns and mac n cheese

drink of choice: peach tea!!

languages: english

instruments: i remember the basics of flute but other than that? nah man

celebrity crushes?: oscar isaac

random fact: i do medieval reenactment and swordfighting, alethea is my fighting stage name, and i am a lady of the realm, dubbed the gayest icon of the land by the queen eva ii herself

[evangeliisch-blog]

hit that mf like/reblog if ur just as tired as asuka is in almost every screencap 

[ddelaware]

enemybullet‌:

Until Luther starts hearing swearing over voice comms, he’s mostly concerned with how he’s probably going to need a new helmet after this. Thankfully the mission is just about wrapped up… but, less fortunately, 479er is apparently having some trouble getting into the airspace with the thunderstorm that’s encroaching on their position. He backs up from his cover to where she’s apparently having a panic attack.

“Let me see-” A round bounces off a thankfully-still-attached armour plate and he swears under his breath. “Give me cover!”

                      panic begins to set in, her breath catching in her throat and boiling up sharp pains in this stomach. she’s felt this before, but it was long ago, and she swore to never get herself stuck like this again. delaware wouldn’t have blamed the others for leaving her behind, after all, she was just a stupid girl stuck to a stupid robot, who cares! but she didn’t want to go to prison, where she knew she was bound to end up... but she had to keep calm. 

                      the moment luther calls out to her is the moment the world comes crashing back down around her. the lights fade and it turns to the sound of rain and thunder in her ears. she steps down off the shin guard she had stood on, pulling a pistol up from her thigh and watching him for a moment before the bullets come for her instead, “if you can fix it, i’ll owe you one,”

[evangeliisch-blog]

hit that mf like/reblog if ur just as tired as asuka is in almost every screencap 

[ddelaware]

heres the link for yall because i havent made a promo yet

[ddelaware]

bro i had an emily kaldwin i totally forgot!!!!!!!!! shes goin on my multi!!! 

[ddelaware]

synthmama‌:

Quinn’s expression is pained; as if every word that Norma says is the equivalent to a tug from the proverbial pliers around the even more proverbial tooth. “And looking back, now, do you still think the two aren’t correlated?”

                             her expression goes blank, staring into the figurative abyss that sits between them in the form of cracked concrete and dirt. part of her doesn’t really want to admit that MAYBE this pie made her sick, but the more she sits and thinks about it to herself, and the longer this quiet lingers, she grimaces, “you don’t happen to know how to make one that WON’T make me sick, do you? what did they taste like back in the day?”

[ddelaware]

owlsector‌:

@ddelaware liked for a starter |

   Despite great warning and previous encounters, the Dominion did not stop its actions. Continued tinkering with objects none could possibly begin to understand when those that may have taught how to use them, no longer existed, gone to tale and legend. It was only a matter of time before catastrophe hit, and even when it did, they moved forward. A cataclysm ripped apart one of the largest cities on the continent, spawned beasts of unimaginable horror, drove mad those who could hear the Anthem within, and it was not enough to end their tampering. 

   The unending need for control and power very well was a reason for the current predicament of their leader. With the help of those leveraged into submission, the Monitor has procured another relic in hopes that it will ease the storm long enough so that he may reach the Cenotaph again. 

   As fate would have it, he was delayed once more, though this time that setback is a one way ticket to a place unknown. Whisked away and sent unceremoniously through what appeared to be heaven and hell, left unsteady in unfamiliar lands. Stumbling forward in the same motion that had dragged him into the unknown the Monitor brings his shielding up to max, sweeping back his cloak and taking in his new surroundings. 

                               the freelancer was growing tired. she’d stopped fully responding to her cypher long ago, now just running on a slow and quiet auto-pilot as her javelin soared through the sky. the day was beautiful, truth be told, in another life, another day, she’d sit in the grass and stare at the clouds, free of the burden she carries and the weight of past mistakes, trying to rectify her bad name piece by piece. maybe she’d just been out here too long, anxiety ridding her of sleep, days passing as the hunt for dominion tracks lingered on and the number of people who needed her grew. 

                                questions hovered mindlessly in her brain, why they were so desperate for control, and why they thought it smart to gain it through destruction and the erasure of a safety net they’d spent so long building and setting down in place. it frustrates her, wandering off from where they’d camped to explore this strangely beautiful landscape she was surprised she’d never seen before. then again, you learn something new every day, and she was so used to the same beaten track... perhaps she’ll find herself lost; not that she would complain. 

                                she steps into what appears to be a cave, the floors are made from a thick alloy and the walls are the same stone you’d expect anywhere. it didn’t worry her much, but there’s a loud noise, a bang that seems to surround her with no real direction to pinpoint it to. her rifle raises, helmet shuts, and for a moment she thinks she’s somewhere else entirely now; what sick game of fate is this? she wonders, turning and coming in sudden face to face with no other than the monitor, “oh, wow, isn’t this a surprise,” 

[ddelaware]

ugh alright im gonna cave and make a multi//// sits down

[ddelaware]

synthmama‌:

It’s a sharp and quiet stare pinned on Norma, weighted like a heavy cloak as she listens to the other woman. But then, just barely, the corners of her mouth twitch – approving. “Good distinction. And also good of you to dig your heels in a little. Hold on to those traits in life. They’ll help you more than you think.

“Funny, that. Most that insist they’re not interesting usually got more than they’re letting on.” Her gaze drops to Norma’s hand, before meeting the woman’s eyes again. A brief smile, but then she sets the subject aside, nudging her chin towards the bar. “Tell you what. I’ll buy you a round – folks tend to blend in when they’re in pairs and packs. You can tell me what being a squire’s like until the heat’s off of you. Sound good?” 

                          she screws her nose up in thought, looking off somewhere to the side, she’d heard that before too, about interesting people being the ones that insist otherwise. perhaps she was interesting, it was certainly an interesting story, but her, herself? she’d continue to insist she wasn’t, anyway, nervously clearing her throat and looking back down to the table, “i guess they are... you got me there, i’m not really one of those illusive types, either, so i can’t really hide behind that to save myself,” she’d say, somewhat forcing a laugh, “do you want the long or the short version? it’s chaotic and exhausting, to say the least,” there is a soft sigh, she wasn’t going to turn down a drink, as disgusting as it might taste, who knows when she’ll get the chance to drink something somewhat clean again, “i can lend you any arms and know-how i have until the heat’s off of me, if you’re willing,”

[ddelaware]

fortnite dances i might make a blog for my eva oc

[ddelaware]

ive spent like... every single day since i got home with my gf playing magic the gathering so this is my life now i guess, ill write tomorrow, probably, but man, this game is addictive, and saps all your money, i just want to have a good white angel/knight deck

[riokollivier]

I want this sword in Destiny 2 so freaking bad!

[sxnagakure-deactivated20170106]

                                               remember this:                                  true courage is about knowing                              not when to { take a life },                                                    but when to { spare one }

[rpmemes-galore]

The King  {Sentence Starters}

“I am nobody to you.”

“How did you get inside?“

“Your father is a madman.“

“War is bloody and soulless.“

“Hey! You’re wasting good wine.“

“If it rains tonight, we fight tomorrow.“

“All men are born to die. We know it.”

“Do you feel a sense of achievement?“

“Do you ask anything of me in return?“

“Promise can never be an end in itself.“

“Why do you refuse to pay his ransom?“

“If I have my way, there will be no battle.“

“I think this makes for a much better story.“

“Oh, no, let him speak. I wish to hear him.“

“Tomorrow you will have your heads cut off.“

“I will never stop talking. Never. Never ever.”

“I owe you much. I owe your family still more.“

“There’s a fresh coin in this for you, you know.“

“A king has no friends. Only followers and foe.“

“I speak only when there’s something to be said.”

“Who do you imagine might be to blame for this?“

“The longer we wait, the greater our disadvantage.“

“Stop talking, old man, please. Please stop talking.“

“Something must be done. Something will be done.“

“I will not submit to you. You must earn my respect.“

“And you believe that need will, indeed, soon arise?“

“You need not fight. These feuds need not be yours.“

“I will disembowel you right here with mine own hand.“

“There was no assassin. There was no plot to kill you.“

“Are you scared of this battle? There is no shame of it.“

“He says only what he believes. That is why he is loved.”

“I believe yours to be the ramblings of a crazy old demon.“

“What a venomous boy. He’ll betray me now. I’m sure of it.“

“Though you might not think it possible, you are my friend.“

“No, I speak more of the kingdom. What the kingdom sees.“

“My right knee is aching. It only does that when rain is near.“

“I will not sacrifice my men so flagrantly, nor so speculatively.“

“I’ve been instructed to deliver the request with great urgency.“

“He may be mad, but he is true. His madness makes him true.”

“I have said what you were summoned to hear. Leave us now.“

“Square my account with that terrible hag over there, would you?”

“Surely you cannot simply idle here until they decide to come out?“

“Maybe then you’ll lighten enough to have a drink with me. Hmm?“

“I will not allow this havoc to transpire. I’ve come to see it stopped.“

“Problems that are left unattended, have a habit of becoming crises.”

“You find someone to pay your way here. I’ll not be paying it for you.“

“I have not come to offer you surrender, if that is what you’re hoping.“

“It would seem that you have no explanation for what you have done.“

“And the sound of your wives, and children weeping, shall lull me to sleep at night.“

“For reasons that are on display for all here to see, smell, you will not inherit this crown.”

“Before me now, all I see is a young, and vain, and foolish man, so easily riled. So easily beguiled.“

“If your day be today, so be it. Mine will be tomorrow. Or mine today and yours tomorrow. It matters not.”

“These men deserve your confidence. And if you cannot give them that, at least then tell them a magnificent lie.“

“If you have concocted this plan, half-baked and speculative, merely to prove to me your worth, please say so now.“

“I ask nothing of you, only that you will always speak to me clear and true… always. Will you promise me only that?“

[ddelaware]

can u imagine a world where scott morrison actually cared about his country more than he cared about the cricket? if only it was more than a fever dream