We Are All One Within The Iris.

Human... Machine... We are all one within the Iris. Before me, I see the future: humans and Omnics standing together... United by compassion. ...Our common hopes and dreams. May your path be serene and your steps even. Halo is present as both his living self as well as a spirit whom communicates with others through their meditation. (Ask/RP?/Art blog for Halo. Mun is. 18+ and always happy to chat or interact. This IS a sideblog. Mainblog is Fuku-Universe. Banner by itshighnoonsomewhere)

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Drabble Me

[whitetigermondatta]

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

[mondatta-halo]

When You’re There

There was so much out there. So many voices, so many faces. So many souls that wandered this Earth of ours, and so many still that were waiting for their chance. He had seen it. Many a time. That awakening.

Those moments when one realizes that....yes, they are there. They walk their own path just as everyone does. Each step, one after the other leading somewhere. Where one might not know, but it was as they say. Journeys, paths may cross and even intertwine and sometimes one soul can branch out to others.

He had seen that too.

And each time brought a smile from within. He had his own path. And it was that path breached many others, crossed many lines.

Sometimes good.

Sometimes not so.

But each crossing was an experience. A chance to help another find that moment, that realization that they too have somewhere they are going. They may not know it, may not see it, but it was there. And if they let him, he would walk beside them through it.

Where one set of footprints once were, now there could be two. Or three. Perhaps more. He couldn’t say. Only that, there would never be just one set unless they needed there to be.

But he knew.

He knew that once they reached it, he wouldn’t be there. Their journey was made with others, but their end was their own.

It was after the end, that he would see them again.

And that After, was where he would wait for them. And it was there that once again, his footprints would walk in line with their own.

[deadlyxgentleman-archive-blog]

This is an open invitation to ask my muse whatever you damned well please.

Inbox is always open and I know someone must hold curiosities.

[dammitperseus]

hello naughty children it’s time to cry

[mondatta-halo]

We are all one within the Iris….

These words echoed across the rolling peaks of snow, at times booming in the shadows of the great peaks and others, but only a whisper through the empty halls of the monastery.

He remembered….

He remembered when the halls were filled with light. Not from the tall arching windows, but from the presence within them. When quiet footsteps echoed and pattered. When tender voices spoke in gentle tones of welcoming and warmth.

He remembered…

He remembered when he would stroll across the grounds, visiting all who lived in their humble home. Seeing that they were happy, that they were content, that they were safe. Making sure that so long as they remained there, that their lives were all the brighter for it.

He remembered…

He remembered saying goodbye. Some days, visitors would come for only a short stay, and others, much longer. Some would remain with his brothers and sisters, while some would drift away to find their place outside their home and in the vast world beyond. Each and every face he could recall with clarity, wishing them well and letting them know should they ever return he would welcome them again with open arms.

He remembered…

Remembered…

It was, all he had left now. Remembering.

There were no new memories. Not like the ones before. True it was that he saw new things each and every breath amidst the Iris, but none like those he once lived. Still, each quiet moment brought him satisfaction.

Because if there was quiet.

Then there was peace.

There was hope.

[mondatta-halo]

"That's classified."

Admittedly….that, had been an answer he had not been expecting when he had politely asked for directions. While it was true he had been answered in far harsher and crueler manners, he had never been told that directions to a public park were…classified. He was silent, for a moment or so, servos folding together as he pieced together what had just occurred. Finally, he offered a polite bow of his head. Unhelpful, but polite, and thus he could only offer his thanks for at least that. “I thank you for your time. My apologies for disturbing you.”

[mondatta-halo]

"... They seem to miss you. Do you wish to return to them?" (@peaceful-ai)

At first…..there was no answer.

Not because the question had been ignored, but because of the ache it had caused. Even among the Iris, even cloaked in its warmth and its embrace did not mean that he could not feel pain. Every shadowed memory, every bittersweet moment, every loss he felt the pain as strongly as when it had been created. There were so many he had to leave behind….so many he knew, and all the more he did not. And he missed them all. Though he was not perfect in that he did not at least miss some, just more than the others. As would anyone.

“There are not moments within the Iris that I do not wonder…if given the chance, the blessing to return to them…to be with them, aid them, help them…would I? I’m afraid my friend that…not even I truly know.”

[gazeintotheiris-old]

Spectre Of The Past - closed RP with @Mondatta-Halo

[mondatta-halo]

Acceptance. Something that often came with time. Such is how it was. When given something new or shown what one knows simply cannot be true, time must be sacrificed so that acceptance could begin. There was so little often found in the world beyond the Iris, but it was there. It was always there. No matter the unrest. No matter the quarrel. No matter. It was there. Just as it was here, in time. Made real with each beat and flow around them. He knew it would be given, just as he knew how much ache doing so would arise. An ache he did not wish upon the other, but understood that it must happen for him to stand beside him. To be with him.

As the hand was placed atop his own...he smiled. He smiled with such a warmth and affection that he himself almost appeared to glow, just as he had when he had became a reality among the vision around them. It was something, he could not hide. It was something, he had no wish to hide. He knew the ache, the guilt, the cloud that had swallowed his student, his friend, but in that moment of acceptance....how could he not smile?

In silence he remained, letting Zenyatta be the one to begin his rise from the cloud he had been shrouded with. Speaking now would not do the good that it needed. Instead, he kept his optics focused upon his friend. Listening. Waiting. His servo remained, keeping the firm and reassuring grip upon the former students shoulder. Although his helm did tilt as Zenyatta began to speak, he offered only an agreed nod at his friends chosen path being true. They both knew it so. It was the path that made his friend whom he was then. It was the path laid before him. Despite the bittersweet farewell and the unfortunate note they had left on at his departure, Mondatta knew well that Zenyatta had found his place, his happiness in the choices that were made. Any different, and he could not imagine that would truly be Zenyatta.

As the cloud darkened around his friend he allowed a brief low hum to rise from deep within his chest, not of any true meaning, as if he heard a song the other could not hear. And in a way, he could. He could hear all that was his friend. All his wondering, all his questions and doubts, all the pain his guilt and regret had caused him....but also, all the pleasant chimes of every moment that made him brighten. That made him smile. That made him chuckle. That made him radiate with a warmth those around him could feel. Mondatta remembered that warmth well from times long past. It was a fond memory, ones which they shared in their own ways.

The elder monk listened even as his fellow silenced his pained thoughts. Not allowing the cloud to truly speak. It hurt, he knew. And in the Iris, in such a place of peace and tranquility, why allow such a cloud to speak? And yet, he also knew why it needed to.

“I may yet have lived. An interesting thought yes, one I shall admit to wondering myself. What could have been. But, my friend, it is not what could have been, but what is to be. Though I had to leave you behind, that does not mean I am not still there.”

Keeping his hand upon his friends shoulder, unwilling to break the comforting contact they shared, he soon knelt at his side. Robes flowing out around him as he settled upon his knees, another gentle squeeze soon following.

“In that moment, Zenyatta, I recalled many things. There were so many memories, so many thoughts all at once I could not believe I understood them as well as I did. I felt the fade. I felt it arise even as I fell. But just as the fade came, so to was the embrace. The comfort that you feel around you. I was lost to the world I knew, but became a greater part of those I left behind. Including you.”

@gazeintotheiris

[mondatta-halo]

We are all one within the Iris....

These words echoed across the rolling peaks of snow, at times booming in the shadows of the great peaks and others, but only a whisper through the empty halls of the monastery.

He remembered....

He remembered when the halls were filled with light. Not from the tall arching windows, but from the presence within them. When quiet footsteps echoed and pattered. When tender voices spoke in gentle tones of welcoming and warmth.

He remembered...

He remembered when he would stroll across the grounds, visiting all who lived in their humble home. Seeing that they were happy, that they were content, that they were safe. Making sure that so long as they remained there, that their lives were all the brighter for it.

He remembered...

He remembered saying goodbye. Some days, visitors would come for only a short stay, and others, much longer. Some would remain with his brothers and sisters, while some would drift away to find their place outside their home and in the vast world beyond. Each and every face he could recall with clarity, wishing them well and letting them know should they ever return he would welcome them again with open arms.

He remembered...

Remembered...

It was, all he had left now. Remembering.

There were no new memories. Not like the ones before. True it was that he saw new things each and every breath amidst the Iris, but none like those he once lived. Still, each quiet moment brought him satisfaction.

Because if there was quiet.

Then there was peace.

There was hope.

[mondatta-halo]

🐔

- Can I draw? Eh, I suppose a bit. I prefer sewing to be honest. -

Here’s an old sketch of Roadhog.

[mondatta-halo]

🛁

- Morning routine? Hmm....In order I suppose:

Wake up. Roll over. Check phone for messages. Faceplant into pillow. Roll out of bed and grab glasses. Get cup of soda. Decide if I’m going to eat or not. Grab some form of baggy shirt and jeans if I’m actually going somewhere. If not. Just stay in pajamas all day. I see no reason why not. Put on thick bracelet on right wrist. Watch on left wrist. Choose and put on necklace. And how long? Eh....15 minutes at most on a bad day?

[mondatta-halo]

Mondatta, does it not bother you that you are no longer able to help those in need or the omnics that are scared of being pushed from their own home?

There was….silence, within the Iris.

A stillness that seemed to penetrate through the very soul as thought was taken into account due to the question that had been asked. The Iris remained silent for a time, waiting and remaining as it was before a warmth seemingly pulsed throughout it as the shimmering figure within it appeared to almost…ring, his servos. There was, a sigh, before a hum as the question was answered.

“If I am to be truthful to you as well as myself, I must answer that, yes, I am….bothered, that I am unable to aid any longer. At least within the world beyond the Iris and in a more physical form. I can no longer stand by my brothers and sisters. I can no longer soothe their worries, quell their fears. My hand can no longer be offered to hold. Though I am with them in spirit and here within the Iris, I do at times wish that I was once again there to help them. So that they would not have to face such hardships alone…”

[mondatta-halo]

👑🌷 (( Very excited fresh cyborg Genji so happy and excited to be so up close with Mondatta ))

While there were still many things that were new to him, this would certainly be something he shan’t ever forget. If the crown hadn’t surprised him enough, the young one before him added a new level to his surprised though he did not outwardly show it. Instead, he merely chuckled softly and settled the crown just a bit straighter if only so his digits could brush the soft petals. “My thanks young one. You are very kind to an elder such as myself. And, you have quite the eye for flower arrangement, if I may state.”

[mondatta-halo]

👑🌷

With the sudden addition of a wreath of flowers upon his helm to his usual ensemble, it had taken several beats for the monk to process just what it was that had been set there and whom had done it. Once such was done, a chuckle rose up and a light shake of his helm followed as he turned to dip his helm to the other. Amusement heavily lacing his softened tone. “Zenyatta, I feel myself compelled to ask why you felt the need to grace me with such a gift. And one I greatly enjoy as well.”

[mondatta-halo]

👑🌷 (gazeintotheiris)

At first he had not reacted to the presence of the other, still too deep within his meditation to properly act and greet the other. However, when the crown of flowers had been so delicately placed upon his helm, the younger would find himself unable to draw back his servos. At least completely. As his mind caught up fully to the world around him, Mondatta’s helm tilted upwards every so slightly before he realized just what had been settled so neatly upon him. Near immediately, a warm chuckle had risen up even as his gaze found the others.

“For me? And yet I have nothing to give you my friend.”

Lightly did he squeeze the others wrists only to smoothly release him, drawing the tips of his digits along his palms briefly before he brushed several petals of the crown.

“You must allow me to return the favor, Zenyatta. It would certainly not do for only one of us to wear such a lovely piece.”

[mondatta-halo]

👑🌷

It should not have been allowed for the elder to be enjoying himself this much over something so simple. And yet, as the wreath of petals had been settled upon his helm, a bubbling chuckle had risen up to answer the gesture. Gingerly, he lifted his servos and straightened the crown so it settled just right. It wouldn’t do if it slipped and fell to the floor. Then the petals would be bruised and the crown itself could slip apart, and he just couldn’t have that.

“I thank you, young one. You have made this day all the better.”

[mondatta-halo]

👑🌷 (embrace-tranquility-speaks)

It was absolutely official now.

No matter his position. No matter that he was a teacher and a leader to those who needed him. If there was one thing he was more certain of now than he ever believed himself to be…

It was that he very much loved flower crowns.

He could not properly put words to what he enjoyed about them so, but one could feel the light and joy that filled his aura. He quite loved flower crowns, of that, anyone could be certain.

“Thank you, my friend. You have helped make my day all the brighter.”