#i will write again

[ryyylandgrace]

The joys of putting my bestie onto coltland twins AU, I hope she knows that I (as a twin) am contractually obligated to write the most heart wrenching work possible

[lexxiie]

Hello! This is not a request, just a question

Don't you think Sahan from Unholy Blood is kind of similar to Nathaniel from Killer Peter?

I'm not talking about appearance, just the vibes around them. Because the first thing that pops to my mind when Nathaniel first appear is Sahan.

What do you think?

Btw, I love your Unholy Blood headcanons! Keep up the good work!

Hello Anon, you are absolutely CORRECT! My mind also went to Sahan immediately after I saw Nathaniel. They do have very similar vibes (they both look like snakes and wear a white robe lmao) but more importantly, both have this very dark hot villanous vibe.

Although if we dissect them a bit better, Nathaniel loooves children and apparently really cares for them, while Sahan quite literally sentenced to death a whole high school. I feel like the author made Nathaniel a bit more… humane? Idk. He’s also cooler in the sense that he’s actually a doctor, not just a counselor, gives him more depth ig.

Idk I’m actually so in love with him, anon, please forgive me. Killer peters characters are hot hot hot, look at John too!!!

Just sharing my fav panels of him omg

[usagiarchive]

hi :)

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

For the writing suggestions was sorta wondering earlier how it would go if a fragment of Roland had to take refuge in Lasky's CNI. I know that's not how they work but canon be damned.

We take a well-maintained chisel and hammer to the lore and perhaps the skull/neural lace and we do what we want. There are a thousand Halo Infinite AUs and what-ifs in my skull and I need to crack it open to get at them.

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Red lights flash overhead, an alarm droning in the distance is drowned out by the falling footsteps marking their passage down the auxiliary hallway towards the last frigate stationed on the Infinity.

Two fireteams and the Spartan commander guard the remaining members of the command crew as explosions rock the ship and automated voices overlap, warning of incursions on multiple decks, loss of atmosphere in bays and hangars, all hands abandon ship, all hands-

Captain Thomas J Lasky shuts it out and focuses on the destination ahead of him. The hall is clear of smoke and debris and the screams he’s hearing are only ghosts echoing. His crew is pale faced, but determined. They might be leaving their home, but they’ve already gotten so many out.

His new passenger is quiet. There wasn’t enough time and Roland deserved more than to be pulled from his ship and thrown in a dark reinforced case, forced to wait for what would seem like an eternity to him until he was either freed or destroyed.

The fragment that floated in Lasky’s CNI had settled from ice water running through his nerves and a pounding headache to a distant presence. Gold tendrils faded in and out of focus in the corner of his eye and he could tell Roland was trying to put a buffer between him and the multitude of tasks he was juggling. Roland’s still communicating with the withering threads of himself in the ship’s circuits, clearing the way for his humans and keeping them updated on enemy movements.

The strain brings a new pain and Lasky feels moisture on his upper lip. Palmer slows as they reach a new junction and gunfire can be heard down the adjacent hallway. She narrows her eyes at him as he wipes the blood away. Gold rings brown and wide blown pupils meet hers.

“I could take him… if you can’t handle it.” She mutters as she checks over her shoulder.

“Is that concern I hear, Commander Palmer?” His grip tightens on his pistol and he sighs.

“Maybe.” Her brow furrows and the klaxons drone back into focus as gunmetal gray doors slide open and their ride sits waiting, backlit by bay doors glowing blue and the random explosion here and there as the Infinity’s guns rattle off. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up with the captaincy and the end of the war; the UNSC never won in space.

Sensing his mood or maybe just seeing his thoughts as they appear, Roland butts in even as Tom catches a trail of thoughts about evac routes and saving the science team’s data.

You don’t need to host me if it’s hurting. I could fly her solo, everyone-

“Roland.” he interrupts even if it gets him another look from Palmer. He sighs and gives her a look. The AI in his brain bristles for a moment, and he feels the waves of emotion rolling and crashing over each faster than he can fully process. The loading ramp is lowered and they’re almost out.

He takes one last look at his ship and then Sarah who’s herding Spartans and crew onto the dropship.

She’s taller from down here.

He huffs a laugh at the obvious distraction and mutters under his breath when Sarah shoots him a look.

“Any chance you’d let me fly?” He asks, already knowing her answer. He smiles as he’s able to get the great Sarah Palmer to pale, however briefly.

“No way in hell, Tom. Murphy’s taking us out.”

Murphy? Well, any landing you can walk away from and all that. I’ve seen his track record and it’s better than yours. Sir.

[americalovania]

Imposter syndrome will NOT eat me alive I repeat imposter syndrome will NOTTT eat us alive 🙏🙏

[loftec]

R u ok lofty?

Aaah yes. The other day I felt the urge to write a NTW offshoot from Etch's POV formatted like a TikTok video, so... completely unhinged and too busy for words atm. But definitely ok ♥

[hawkeish]

me applying for numerous zines despite not writing for almost a month and having very little motivation

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

I’m so sorry if this is annoying or if I missed any updates but have you continued your twin swap fic? I’m just wondering I’m not rushing you or anything I promise

I have not ☹️

I *do* hope to continue it in the future. And I *do* appreciate the ask 🥰