#usrfriendly

[lifelvne-blog]

i would like to thank all the pathfinders who send me asks for every ask meme i reblog, u guys are absolute units and are truly in the right mindset to be roleplaying pathfinder.

[corrodent]

@usrfriendly

Caustic had perceived his abiotic companion’s animosity towards him since their very first competition together. It had been eye-opening upon his discovery of the robotic equivalent of the cold shoulder.

People were easy to read and handle accordingly, but a MRVN… the mockery of emotion that flashed across Pathfinder’s abdomen gave Caustic very little to work with. He needed to dispel the tension, less they reach a point where the AI’s programming went rogue.

“ I know your creator. ”

Lying to the machine was not Caustic’s first choice. It set a precedent for future.

[psyccheout]

✍ :)c

     pathfinder  is  one  of  the  best  legends  ...  change  my  mind  you  can’t

[lifeche-blog]

❝ those guys hurt you ? ❞

   There’s blood staining her shirt and running from her nose, something she was USED to in this line of work. She offers a smile to Pathfinder, rooting through one of the bags at her side and digging out a cloth to hold to her nose. “I’ll be fine, don’t you worry about it. I took good CARE of ‘em.” There’s something now MALICIOUS behind the smile on her lips- she may be short and trained in healing, but she was no STRANGER to defending herself. “C’mon, let’s get outta here--” 

[ccynophobia-blog]

🙋‍♀️ do you have any ideas, big or small, about bloodhound's past? i'd love to hear your thoughts / interpretation!

I do, actually! Of course, this is specific to my own interpretation and not necessarily based off of what canon lore we have, but I figure that’s half the fun of mysterious characters anyway.

I don’t have all the details figured out, and I’m keeping some things close to my chest for now, but the general backstory is that Hound’s parents were a part of a sketchy organization (Possibly even tied to the people involved with the creation of Wraith) that performed awful experiments in the name of scientific progression, As They Do, until Hound’s mother did or discovered something that pushed her past her limits. She took a young Hound (maybe five or six around this age) and ran, taking off into the wilds where they would live in hiding for most of Hound’s life.

It was her who taught them pretty much everything they know, including their belief in the Allfather and other Norse gods, but while they eventually figured out that their mother was on the run from something, they were too young to really understand or care, and by the time they got old enough to, she was killed, leaving them with a large chunk of their history that they don’t have answers to. 

So y’know. The Usual.

[psyccheout]

“we’re not friends. we were never friends!”

*  /  100 Ways to Say ‘I Hate You’

      the  phrase  struck  a  specific  cord  within  him  -  hearing  pathfinder  speak  those  words  was  ...  sincerely  disheartening  to  him.  considering  he  has  NEVER  heard  his  robotic  companion  even  say  anything  within  the  range  of  being  considered  MEAN  ,  it  took  him  by  surprise.               ‘   what  ?  you  can’t  be  SERIOUS  ,  right  ?  you’re  practically  my  best  friend.  ‘ 

[psyccheout]

💚 gimme that mirage backstory..

PEER INTO MY MUSE’S MEMORIES !                   - 💚  ;  a memory that makes them feel guilty

       LEAVING HIS MOTHER. yes, she let him go out but  -----  --  there’s a still high chance of getting himself killed out there. a part of him knew he should of stayed with his mom. he loves that woman so much, that maybe it was wrong of him to leave her all by her lonesome. his other brothers are GONE, she doesn’t have anyone but him. & he knows this. winning the game isn’t the only thing he thinks about, he thinks about winning & going back to his mother & seeing her face full of glee.       he still sees the look on his mother’s face when he left for the final time. it was happy  -----  --  GLAD that his son is doing something he wants to do. but, there was also sincere worry about her child plastered on her face. & ever since that moment, a heavy sense of GUILT has been with him. & he hates himself for it, but he also knows what he’s doing is right.

[psyccheout]

“blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…right?”

*  /  injured/Injury  starters.

             ‘  BLOOD  isn’t  suppose  to  be  out  of  my  body  ,  PERIOD.  ‘     mirage  vehemently  hacks  up  blood  ,  sputtering  to  the  ground  below  them.  a  hand  reaches  to  his  side  ,  feeling  the  painful  sting  of  his  rather  gruesome  wound.  he  pushes  through  it  ,  hoping  they’ll  find  a  med  pack  along  the  way.             ‘  ugh  -----  --  let’s  just  ...  keep  going.  we’ll  find  something  eventually.  ‘