[empty-devils]

Merry Christmas from the MOI

aaand merry rvb-mas part two, the second of my RVB designs for my cards this year

[kedvesorias]

“Turn.” Jorge barked.

“Lemme ‘ave a look atcha.”

Though he was already certain he’d caught the right rabbit, so to speak, the rest of his team needed to be made privy to that information, Kat, after all, was the one with the Humbler. 

Jorge’s pistol was a bluff, functional, but in this circumstance only for frightening the target into compliance. However, if diplomacy failed, Jorge would be forced to kill the man. It wasn’t as though he wanted to; he was always one for avoiding unnecessary causalities. 

[metxinstxbility]

Compliance was the easiest method here, so he found himself turning to face Jorge.

He was ready for a fight if it came to it, his hands curling into tighter fists. Biting down on his tongue, he kept himself from snapping a comment at the other man. He wasn’t afraid, he was far from fear, for anger boiled in his stomach, keeping his growl caught in the back of his throat.

"... Where’s the others?”

He finally spoke, his voice a low growl, an almost indistinguishable grumble. Maine was concerned for his team, and that’s the only thing that stuck in his mind for the moment.

[metxinstxbility]

closed starter for @blackarmoredbitch

Maine was hurt when he’d crawled out of the ice, back onto the shelf he’d fallen from. He barely remembered what’d happened, only short flickers, all fuzzy like an old television, in black and white like shitty movies.

He’d managed to drag himself into something that resembled a shelter, slowly slinking through darkened halls and into rooms that he could only get to through faint memories in the back of his head.

Something, or maybe someone, else was in there with him, but he didn’t mind— whatever happened to him would be accepted. With his destroyed armor only barely keeping him warm, he could actually feel the strength draining from him as he began to get tired.

[blackarmoredbitch]

Sidewinder. It was a harsh, cold planet. It was where Tex lost everything. Not the memory of Tex Maine had trapped in the memory unit. Agent Texas, the Beta AI. The Meta had taken omega from her crashed ship, but she’d escaped on the radio waves and found a new robotic body she’d modified to her liking, and now she was hiding in a makeshift shelter from the wreckage of the Mother of Invention.

The sound of heavy footsteps made her retreat further into her shelter and wait until Whatever was in there settled down. She triggered her active camo unit and silently crept towards the sounds.

And then she froze. She recognized that form, that cracked helmet. Maine. If she had a heart it would be pounding in her chest. What was he doing here? She drew her pistol, trying to stop her hands from shaking.

[metxinstxbility]

Bitterness. It settled itself in his stomach, twisting and squirming like an angry snake. It wasn’t bitterness for others, but rather what was taken from him. He knew he should recognize these halls, he knew he should. He knew he should recognize the worn and faded photos that were now scattered across the floor throughout the lockers.

He knew he should, but he didn’t.

Settling himself on a half destroyed bench, he silently looked around. The beast of a man looked utterly lost, his shoulders slumped and body arched forward in defeat.

Slowly, his hands reached up to take off the helmet he wore, but he paused.

[blackarmoredbitch]

Seeing him move made her take a step back, not realizing she would step on a scrap that snapped under her boot. He would know she was here. She leveled her pistol and took another step back. This was Maine. She’d bested him before, she could do it again - or could she? If the Meta was still in control maybe she was still at risk. He could take her and force her into that conglomerate of fragments.

She didn’t want to freeze again, she didn’t want to fail because of the same fear that let Carolina die. She couldn’t hesitate, but somehow she couldn’t pull the trigger. If the shot didn’t kill him he’d put her in that fucked up head of his.

[metxinstxbility]

Whipping his head toward the sound, Maine’s fists curled into fists. Instinct drove him to investigate, as he started forward with a low growl stuck in his throat. Eyes narrowed, his head cocked when he found nothing.

His head turned towards her, simply looking past as he tried to find that faint shimmer from the active camo. Trying to find any of the signs of anything. To make sure he wasn’t simply crazy.

Even now, he uttered a low, feral growl once he was able to make out that shimmer, and he tensed up.

[conniect-deactivated20210801]

starter call!!

[metxinstxbility]

closed starter for @blackarmoredbitch

Maine was hurt when he’d crawled out of the ice, back onto the shelf he’d fallen from. He barely remembered what’d happened, only short flickers, all fuzzy like an old television, in black and white like shitty movies.

He’d managed to drag himself into something that resembled a shelter, slowly slinking through darkened halls and into rooms that he could only get to through faint memories in the back of his head.

Something, or maybe someone, else was in there with him, but he didn’t mind— whatever happened to him would be accepted. With his destroyed armor only barely keeping him warm, he could actually feel the strength draining from him as he began to get tired.

[blackarmoredbitch]

Sidewinder. It was a harsh, cold planet. It was where Tex lost everything. Not the memory of Tex Maine had trapped in the memory unit. Agent Texas, the Beta AI. The Meta had taken omega from her crashed ship, but she’d escaped on the radio waves and found a new robotic body she’d modified to her liking, and now she was hiding in a makeshift shelter from the wreckage of the Mother of Invention.

The sound of heavy footsteps made her retreat further into her shelter and wait until Whatever was in there settled down. She triggered her active camo unit and silently crept towards the sounds.

And then she froze. She recognized that form, that cracked helmet. Maine. If she had a heart it would be pounding in her chest. What was he doing here? She drew her pistol, trying to stop her hands from shaking.

[metxinstxbility]

Bitterness. It settled itself in his stomach, twisting and squirming like an angry snake. It wasn’t bitterness for others, but rather what was taken from him. He knew he should recognize these halls, he knew he should. He knew he should recognize the worn and faded photos that were now scattered across the floor throughout the lockers.

He knew he should, but he didn’t.

Settling himself on a half destroyed bench, he silently looked around. The beast of a man looked utterly lost, his shoulders slumped and body arched forward in defeat.

Slowly, his hands reached up to take off the helmet he wore, but he paused.

[kedvesorias]

Despite the vehement protests in the back of his mind, Maine felt himself clip the magnum back to his thigh after a while. He breathed lightly, gaze darting around the room, and he still swore he felt eyes on him.

He could convince himself that it was just from knowing that usually someone stood on the observation deck.

His mind immediately focused on that idea, and he froze, before forcing himself to relax. Gaze slowly sweeping up to the observation deck, he tilted his head. Vaguely, he could see a form through the darkness, but it couldn’t be properly made out. Looking away, he took a deep breath, relaxing more.

The moment came. 

Jorge kept to the shadows, carefully descending from his perch and onto the floor below. A thump chased after him, but by the time it resounded through the room, he was already gone.

All that was audible where the ever-so-soft clinks and clanks of MJOLNIR plating rubbing against each other with every movement. And it grew very-so-slightly louder the closer he got to his quarry.

He was upon the man now, pressing the barrel of his sidearm, an  M6G against his prey’s neck. a slip of the finger and the man would die before he could blink, but that wasn’t what Jorge wanted.

If at all possible, he’d take this one alive. He was one of the more valuable targets; a man with the strength of a Spartan. That meant only one things; someone had gotten a hold of Dr. Halsey’s files.

Someone had tried to brew IIs of their own.

[metxinstxbility]

Maine’s shoulders tensed, and a low growl rumbled through him. His eyes narrowed behind his visor, but he didn’t move past slightly tilting his head to attempt to catch a glimpse of whoever was behind him.

He figured it had to be someone who rivaled him in size, or strength. That worried him, but not enough to make him retaliate just yet. He had to figure out the best way to get out of this without potentially getting his head blown off— which he figured would be the easy part.

The Freelancer wasn’t too concerned, especially since whoever this was could’ve immediately killed him. They didn’t, and was simply holding him there, simply threatening his life if he took a step out of line.

His fingers twitched after a moment, curling into loose fists, but he didn’t make the first move.

As far as he was concerned, him living meant the others living, too.

[metxinstxbility]

closed starter for @blackarmoredbitch

Maine was hurt when he’d crawled out of the ice, back onto the shelf he’d fallen from. He barely remembered what’d happened, only short flickers, all fuzzy like an old television, in black and white like shitty movies.

He’d managed to drag himself into something that resembled a shelter, slowly slinking through darkened halls and into rooms that he could only get to through faint memories in the back of his head.

Something, or maybe someone, else was in there with him, but he didn’t mind— whatever happened to him would be accepted. With his destroyed armor only barely keeping him warm, he could actually feel the strength draining from him as he began to get tired.

[howa-musing]

                          Yσu’re                                v u l n e r α b l e                                                                              Yσu αre nσt α rσbσt

                             Yσu’re                                       l σ v α b l e                                                                                 But yσu’re just trσubled

[lukas-musings]

           I know it’s the 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵           I 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 it’s the 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩

     Don’t remind me I know, I– 

                                        𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

[kedvesorias]

Maine had found his way to the training area. The room was large, octagonal with vaulted ceilings. They’d been using it earlier, so it’d been set up as an arena, with cover and everything. Pulling his Magnum from his thigh, he moved slowly through the room – his instincts screamed at him that he wasn’t alone.

NOBLE hunted like wolves, like fanged, clawed terrors that lurked in the night shadows. But these prey-beasts were no mere rabbits. THe hunt would not be easy.

NOBLE’s human mountain and his brothers and sisters in arms sought the renegades of FREELANCER, a younger sister-project to their own. Like his superhuman siblings, these FREELANCERs, as they were called, were commissioned for humanity’s own good, a response to the alien hordes who deemed their existence an affront to their deities.

But their’s was a failed project, poisoned by the madness of a man every bit as zealous as Covenant’s fanatical devotion to their gods.

And now, it was time to put that madness to rest.

So, like the predator he was born to be, forged to be, Jorge-052 waited in the shadows for his time to strike. 

[metxinstxbility]

His fingers twitched, and a low growl rumbled deep in his chest. Keeping his breathing light, he turned the corner of one of the containers that had been set up as cover. Pausing for half a second, he looked over his shoulder, making sure no one could come up behind him.

Finger tightening on the trigger, he allowed himself to relax for half a moment. Still, though, he pressed on in a slow, steady sweep. It wouldn’t have surprised them if cutting him off from the others was to allow for a focused attack, like whoever the aggressors were knew them far better than they would expect.

[kedvesorias]

What waited for him waited above him, stalking the observation area perched above the training room. What eyed him was none other than the II himself, the great bear among the pack of wolves.

Stealth was not Jorge’s forte, not like some of his other siblings, the lighter and smaller ones. But he’d managed all the same. What else could he do? By all reports on these ‘Freelancers’ Jorge had to tangle with the most dangerous one.

So he waited there in his perch, eagerly searching for the moment when his beastly prey grew complacent and comfortable.

[metxinstxbility]

Despite the vehement protests in the back of his mind, Maine felt himself clip the magnum back to his thigh after a while. He breathed lightly, gaze darting around the room, and he still swore he felt eyes on him.

He could convince himself that it was just from knowing that usually someone stood on the observation deck.

His mind immediately focused on that idea, and he froze, before forcing himself to relax. Gaze slowly sweeping up to the observation deck, he tilted his head. Vaguely, he could see a form through the darkness, but it couldn’t be properly made out. Looking away, he took a deep breath, relaxing more.

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

protective sentence starters

as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

“Hands off!”

“What do you think you’re doing to him/her/them?”

“I’ll never let you go.” / “Don’t ever let me go.”

“Don’t ever leave my sight again.”

“I got your back.”

“Where are you going? It’s not safe out there!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”

“Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”

“I’d die for you.”

“You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.”

“Get behind me NOW.”

“Here, I have an extra weapon.”

“Duck, you idiot!”

“Go on without me.”

“Well what did you expect would happen while you’re walking alone at night? Come on, let’s get you away from that creep.”

“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a gun/knife/fist/weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“You can stop hugging me now.”

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.”

“Quit babying me! I can protect myself.”

“I’ll always be there to save you.” / “I know you’ll always be there to save me.”

“If you even THINK about touching him/her/them, I’ll kill you.”

“[choked up] I thought I lost you.” / “[choked up] I never thought I’d see you again.”

[serotnin]

me: ah, I’m just being paranoid…………………. (squints) or is it my intuition

[grifshot-blog]

Freelancers + their specialties

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

protective sentence starters

as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

“Hands off!”

“What do you think you’re doing to him/her/them?”

“I’ll never let you go.” / “Don’t ever let me go.”

“Don’t ever leave my sight again.”

“I got your back.”

“Where are you going? It’s not safe out there!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”

“Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”

“I’d die for you.”

“You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.”

“Get behind me NOW.”

“Here, I have an extra weapon.”

“Duck, you idiot!”

“Go on without me.”

“Well what did you expect would happen while you’re walking alone at night? Come on, let’s get you away from that creep.”

“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a gun/knife/fist/weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“You can stop hugging me now.”

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.”

“Quit babying me! I can protect myself.”

“I’ll always be there to save you.” / “I know you’ll always be there to save me.”

“If you even THINK about touching him/her/them, I’ll kill you.”

“[choked up] I thought I lost you.” / “[choked up] I never thought I’d see you again.”

[sagamemes]

reblog this if you’re an indie roleplaying blog with both an LGBTQIA+ mun and LGBTQIA+ muse(s).

i’m trying to get an idea of how large portion of the indie rp community consists of queer muses being written and represented by queer people themselves. allies, don’t interact.

[agentcaito-moved]

anyway the main ai fragments were only the ones that were salvageable for use, and alpha had more torn off of him than just those. some are listed in the files ct leaves for tex but in s6 there’s the storage room that wash retrieves epsilon from that is filled with nothing but reject and broken ai. probably hundreds of thousands of fragments were torn off of alpha. hundreds of thousands of emotions, pieces of himself, gone forever.

[lukas-musings]

     Breath 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 in a burning throat

  Everything’s different                                     But it’s the same     

                                                  Am I 𝘯𝘰𝘸                                                          Or 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 I –

                                                         I don’t know                                                          I don’t know