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where it all begins again

[endfieldr]

➤      ENDFIELDR. --  independent,   private,  selective  endministrator of gryphline's ARKNIGHTS: ENDFIELD, as  written  by  jack  !! established 01 . 25 . 26 .

you probably know me from: @dawnblazr @leclaireur

.\\ 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙻 𝟼𝟶 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚂 : @prlica @goldcerts @laevaforge

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I tag triggers in the format of ;tw ___ where the space represents the trigger in question -- For example: ;tw death

Be a decent human being. AI Generated Content, Homophobia, Ableism, Racism, the whole nine yards-- do not bring that into my space, do not follow me if you support it, do not even look at me

Mutuals only. Asks are always open, prompted or unprompted, and I keep a list of all reblogged inbox memes on my pinned post for ease of access

Hey, Hi &. Hello ! I'm Jack ! I'm 26, operating out of CST and working full time. Discord's your best bet to get in touch with me since I check that pretty regularly at work, and its always open when I'm home.

[endfieldr]

anonymous endmin, what's your favorite brand of bottled water

head tilts to one side as consideration spreads over what little facial features are in view . what an interesting question ... one that certain causes endministrator to take pause &. consider their answer carefully . ❝ hm . if i say that thus far, i've found i enjoy the brands in wuling, would it still be considered biased ? i recall nothing of my time from before in wuling, so i'd say it would be on even ground as everything else ... though i hear the water from kjersch is particularly refreshing too ... ❞

not a word about the water endfield bottles up &. uses en masse .

[neon-glowing-rainbow-stims]

🐟 ~ Oarfish ~ 🐟 (Our Planet)

(Credit if you use pls!) (ko-fi)

[enden-k]

i love him sm why is he so CUTE. every single time he does this puppy head tilt i just die inside

[endfieldr]

behold: my haul from gilberta's quest ...

[endfieldr]

what are your hands covered in?

glass .

shards of material scratch your skin, cuts bleeding sluggishly onto your knees . you try to rub the blood away, but only smear it into your skin . will it stain ? you have given up, havent you ? it got to be too much, and these pieces of you fractured apart because you can not comprehend seeing your own reflection, who you truly are . you cradle the cracked pieces close, now cold to the touch, and wonder why you let so much go . is it not the way of the world to drift and push away ?

tagged by - @nazorneku ( ouch . oof . my bones . )

tagging - @laevaforge (and @electrivolt tbh) @goldcerts ( alesh, but you know what, also mudrock . ) @circletamed @itoai ( show me date's hands NOW . )

[laevaforge]

"I like my men just a little pathetic."

[endfieldr]

❝ . . . ❞

[endfieldr]

been a long week at work but you know, we make it work . got a meme up here, but you know what, gimme a like on this post if i can go diggin' through your meme tag/blog to send some shit to your inbox . inbox interactions are my bread and butter .

[endfieldr]

❝ it took five hours ... but i finally got enough milk to make your milk tea . ❞ visibly exhausted endministrator .

[endfieldr]

@nazorneku ❝ you look… the same. a little different. still the same, though. ❞ @ ardashir

⸺𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 prompts.

( how many times have you heard that ? )

sarkaz speaks like they are the oldest of friends, a lilt in otherwise cool tone that could be amusement just as much as it could be reminiscence . perhaps it is both— the familiarity would certainly imply that much .

there has always been something unsettling in meeting people who seem to know them— perlica who has been at their side, urging them to remember who once they were . andre, who speaks of old projects they collaborated on . &. by talos ... the aged people of the origin wellspring, who say they worked at their side &. revere them . but this man— this ardashir . why then does that sense magnify, like a glass casting focused rays upon them ? the familiarity is there, a different kind— like a lifetime has been spent in good company . far less desperate to see what was past come back to life . it would be refreshing, if not for the unease of man's calm exterior— like a man in control .

❝ ardashir . ❞ they begin, with leveled tone quiet &. faraway . eyes cast the endministrator away, a thousand miles below the water they raft across as they find they are so very lost in thought . a little different . why does the stick the way that it does ? everyone is so very forthright with what they expect . what they want . it makes this charade so very easy . the people of talos - ii want a hero, the fabled endministrator of decades past that all look towards like a savior . the bonekrushers are very adamant they are an enemy, &. he is all too quick to acquiesce that . but here ? what does ardashir want to see ? it is troubling, that every word makes that answer farther &. farther away . like a serpent beneath the waves, struggling to breath in its own domain, they find themself the capability to speak again . ❝ what am i to you ? what was i — to you ? ❞

[soyooluzz]

Endmin, you and that cute habit of yours...

[endfieldr]

@laevaforge When she saunters into the room, it's with the full confidence of someone who owns the place, head held high and fiery smirk on her lips, quite happy ignoring the unfortunate employee trying to request she leave the endministrator alone to do their job. Alas, she's deigned this ship with her sword for long enough by now, they should know better than to believe she would be deterred by a sad little request— when has a wildfire ever been halted by a mere sprinkle? And there they are, her target in this current intrusion. Laevatain doesn't hesitate, a smooth, practiced motion, pulling the chair away from the desk, hands suddenly firm on the endmin's sides and lifting them with the struggle a couple of apples would require, neither permission nor forgiveness being requested. "A little bird told me there's a very tired endmin around here too busy overworking." And she's the artillery to handle this particular issue, now. "C'mon, it's time to walk, I need you to check with me if they added any new flavors to the ice cream bar." It's not a request!

the warning signs fall upon tragically deaf ears, eyes hidden beneath visor scanning over the aic reports from this past week— an excess of amethyst, perhaps more could be diverted towards fiber for the canned goods the refugee camp is in need of ... steadily burning through their stores of sandleaf, but really when are they not ? there is a voice outside that sounds so distant, like speaking through water, &. the endministrator pays no mind even when the door slides open . not a surplus by any means but the extra components could go towards gear to supply the infra - station since they're constantly on the fronts of the landbreakers &. aggeloi—

ah ? to be so sharply dragged back from the desk has nicked fingers curling— frustration writ plain in the clasp a fist &. the grit of their teeth . it vanishes though at first sight of firey red hair— oh, but really, who else would it have been ? there are precious few operators who would think to intrude upon the endministrator's office . and, now that they are force to take pause &. consider, few that the staff outside wouldn't have tried to stop more than dismissive words .

❝ laevatain . ❞ it comes out in a huff, not quite discomforted by the handling as much as amused, however belated that comes to assuage over their tensed system . ❝ back from the power plateau i see . ❞ there are myriad questions dancing 'pon the tip of their tongue— what did she see, what did she hear ? anything that was memorable . his desire to know of her memories is voracious enough the desire to continue his work is overshadowed, eclipsed in its entirety . ❝ they— ❞ another huff as they jostle about in her grip, so shoes can find the platform beneath, aic report forgotten— even the siren song of the water flowing in the tank behind is not enough to recapture his attention . ❝ they added some new flavors ... almost took away the sea salt one, i hope you know . i convinced them otherwise . ❞

[endfieldr]

a collective jumble of headcanons in no specific order, specific to my portrayal of our dear endministrator:

perhaps most importantly to my particular writing of the endministrator⸺ while the endministrator is almost certainly humanoid in appearance they are not unlike the reconveners, though with a few notable differences . they are just as much a living being as they are a creation from the assimilated universe, &. this particular iteration of the endministrator pulls significantly from information of the Ægir .

( the rest is going under a read more because dear talos, i am ill )

like many Ægir, the endministrator does not exhibit any obvious bestial traits, having no tentacles or coral outcroppings . however when utilizing the the first originium fragments in their control for arts, a jagged array of originium will magnetize &. arrange itself into the massive dorsal fin notable on giant oarfish— massive enough it will descend further than the endministrator's back length &. mimics the tail of the mythical sea serpents people once mistook oarfish for .

though the endministrator does share many traits as the Ægir, they do not suffer from the dry skin issues many Ægir do . even so, it is not uncommon for them to be seen in their spare time near or in water— rivers or ponds, marshes, even their office on the dijiang where notes are gathered &. stock redistribution is bought &. sold has a massive floor - to - ceiling tank within it you might catch him in .

on the subject of pronouns, &. really identity as a whole— the endministrator is typically referred to as he / him . as endmin . this is perfectly acceptable— everyone know the endministrator as this . but after the latest 10 year hibernation &. the memory loss ... the endministrator finds himself detached from that . not quite feeling it to be him . those close to the endministrator, those well &. truly trusted, may refer to him as they / them . as aegir . ( a little on the nose, eh, msr endmin ? )

in addition— as you may or may not have noticed in the story quest for laevatein, this awakening of the endministrator suffers from an incredibly strong imposter syndrome &. crippling self - doubt . can they ever match up to the view that all these people have from a lifetime spent around the endministrator ? what if they doubt them . what if he can never regain his memories— the people want the endministrator, &. that is what they try to give them . particularly keen amongst the endfielders may notice the endministrator seems to be more at ease around people who have never truly met the endministrator before, rather than those who have known them for years upon years . ( do not get him started on the ' oh you're in the textbooks &. the stories &. the myths &. — ' )

they put on a very good show of bravado &. certainty though . there is a reason people look to the endministrator with just as much faith now as they did then, even without their memories . they act like he once did, they speak like he once did . it's instinctual . like second nature .

oh there is nothing that stimulates their brain like solving things . perhaps the thing the endministrator of old left his most recent awakening— the originium circuitry, arranging power pylons, factory organization . give them a rubix cube &. it'll be solved in record time, but they'll have a smile on their face the whole time . even things like crosswords— you know those little games they put on kids menus at restaurants ? oh yeah, that's the shit right there .

they are a tactile person by nature . reassurances with squeezes on the shoulder, pats on the back, fist bumps &. clasping one another's wrists . coincidentally, the run very, very warm to the touch— almost too hot to the touch &. steaming when they utilize originium arts . why do you think you can see the originium veins in them in that cutscene ?

[endfieldr]

please excuse them while they send out a very specific alert to supervisor @prlica [ supervisor perlica to the endministrator's office please . your expertise is required . ]

[endfieldr]

today on things we learned thanks to asks: the endministrator can be very calm &. collected to emulate the persona they had 10 years ago .

the endministrator will also pay a very personal visit to anyone that attacks an endfielder or beloved friend and give them rocks - protruding - painfully - from - skin oripathy .

[endfieldr]

@itoai i farted

❝ who the fuck are you ? ❞

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆     𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  -  send  ‘reverse’  for  the  sender  and  receiver  to  swap.  adjust  wording  as  needed!

[  recognition  ]  sender  stops  short  when  they  see  receiver,  like  the  world  needs  a  second  to  catch  up

[  double  take  ]  sender  walks  past  receiver  before  realizing,  then  turns  back  too  fast

[  breath  ]  sender  stares  at  receiver  in  disbelief,  forgetting  how  to  breathe

[  hesitant  ]  sender  takes  a  step  toward  receiver,  then  pauses,  unsure  if  they’re  allowed

[  voice  ]  sender  tries  to  speak  to  receiver  and  fails

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  tentative  hug  that  tightens  like  it’s  been  waiting  years

[  forehead  ]  sender  rests  their  forehead  gently  against  receiver’s

[  laugh  ]  sender  laughs  mid-embrace,  tears  slipping  out  at  the  same  time

[  hands  ]  sender  cups  receiver’s  face  or  grips  their  arms  like  proof  this  is  real

[  silent  ]  sender  and  receiver  stand  together  without  speaking,  just  breathing  the  same  air

[  unsure  ]  sender  hovers  close,  unsure  whether  to  hug  again  or  step  back

[  scent  ]  sender  breathes  in  receiver  like  memory  made  real

[  tension  ]  sender  lets  out  a  soft,  incredulous  laugh  that  breaks  the  moment  open

[  touch  ]  sender  squeezes  receiver’s  hand

[  presence  ]  sender  stays  close  to  receiver,  finding  that  just  being  there  is  enough

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝  i  can’t  believe  it’s  really  you.  ❞

❝  i  thought  about  this  moment  more  times  than  i  can  count.  ❞

❝  you  look…  the  same.  a  little  different.  still  the  same,  though.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  realize  how  much  i  missed  you  until  now.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  know  it  would  feel  like  this.  ❞

❝  i  was  afraid  you  wouldn’t  be  here.  ❞

❝  i’ve  waited  a  long  time  for  this.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  know  what  to  say,  i  just—  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  think  i’d  ever  see  you  again.  ❞

❝  you’re  really  here.  ❞

❝  i  held  onto  the  idea  of  you.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  know  how  much  i  needed  this.  ❞

❝  it  feels  like  coming  home.  ❞

❝  i  never  stopped  missing  you.  ❞

❝  i  thought  i’d  moved  on.  i  hadn’t.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  want  to  let  go  again.  ❞

❝  you’re  still  my  person.  ❞

❝  i  kept  hoping.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  care  how  long  it’s  been.  ❞

❝  seeing  you  makes  everything  else  fade.  ❞

❝  i’ve  carried  you  with  me  this  whole  time.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  realize  how  much  space  you  left  behind.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  need  answers  right  now.  just  this.  ❞

❝  we’re  here.  that’s  what  matters.  ❞