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Ghost: I won’t hesitate bitch
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Ghost: Saw you hanging out with Sagira yesterday!
Guardian: G-Ghost! It’s not what you think!
Ghost: I won’t hesitate bitch
WATCH TIL THE END
You can’t hear us, but the exchange went a little something like this:
“Hey, try to land that on that glue glowy thing.”
“What thing?”
“The blue thing, like a circle, glowing blue, right here.”
“The blue circle? Why? What does it do?”
lands on boost pad, is launched back to the top
“Wait, what? Huh? begins to giggle; in a higher pitched tone: WHAT?”
I am also giggling as she begins the descent again
“I can’t believe that actually worked...”
I also came across this clip from December of me dying weirdly twice in thirty seconds and thought it was hilarious. First I’m ejected from my spot some several hundred feet away for no apparent reason, then a skiff morphs out of the ground and punts me into the air like a child’s football. Good times.
“They sure put this one out of the way. I was able to access their network for two cycles before they booted me. All I got was something about...endless trees. Or...forest? Weird.”
So while going though some of my D2 clips to delete the excess, I noticed something in this video in which I, while coaching my best friend through the Destiny campaign and having fun watching her be not very good at it yet, just for fun go and challenge her to get up here and hear the dialogue from this little green data point in the mission Looped, I think it was.
I’m sure it’s been pointed out before but I think it’s really cool that the Infinite Forest is referenced here.
Alphabetical Prompts
[1761 words] [Original prompt list can be seen here.]
Air
The festivities were raucous and jubilant. Despite the celebration, the Traveler hung dormant above them, and Fallen forces still skittered rampant in the wilds. And yet as her parade robes fluttered behind her, brothers and sisters flanking her at either side, she couldn’t bring herself to think of anything but the smiling faces beaming forth from behind the colorful bunting.
Battle
The sounds of the cannons and fire were still shrieking in her ears when she was brought to by the familiar light of her ghost. The lightless lay broken in scattered heaps by her feet, and the moment she looked to the sky, the red glow reflecting in the shielded glass of her helmet, she knew there was hell to come.
Cold
Nothing. There was nothing. There should have been more, something, but there was nothing. Her fingers clamped, numb and clumsy, around the shell of her dark ghost. It took everything in her to lift her head and meet the eyes of the great and twisted thing, and it took everything else to keep her sanity when she watched the red-and-white shape glint as it fell.
Dream
Her feet felt like wooden stakes in flame, her torso like the dying breath of a bee that had stung its last. Her vision was only functional by aid of the sweeping searchlights glaring down from where the creatures marched, and her robes felt as a vice did around one’s neck. None of it compared to the way she felt something inside her break when she laid sight upon the shivering, sparking little light that flickered at her from beneath the crumbling bridge.
Exploring
The strength in her limbs felt like lead as she hiked up and over the last chunk of rubble separating her from the green outside the wall. Her ghost said nothing from where it was cradled against her heart, but she felt his misery well, and the hollow in the center of her chest yawned only wider as she turned her back on The Last City.
Fear
New terrain was a common obstacle. Never before had she been so aware of the dangers posed by the land alone. As was the new and painful trend, her wariness of the land was drowned out by the sick, roiling terror that hit her stomach as she turned to see the plumes of smoke billowing from beneath the chained Traveler.
Galaxy
The stars were nothing new to her. She’d been flying among them for years, watching them for longer. They were a welcome sight in the loneliness of the snow and the rocks, twinkling like the sparks of the fire she lay curled up by. Dreams of what she knew lay beyond haunted her conscious, and they danced across the black whenever she closed her eyes.
Hot
The heat of Suraya’s grip as she hauled her upright was ample and real. Her breath was rattling against her ribs as she listened to Suraya’s speech through the vision of the Shard blazoned into her eyelids, and even after the woman had walked away she was choking with the effort of swallowing her tears. Her grip tightened around her ghost, and for the first time in seven days, she felt heat coursing through her fingertips.
Inside
Despite its humble appearance, the Farm was bustling with life and warmth, and the longer she looked the deeper she felt the ache that sank deep into the foundations of her being. Still, it was hard to feel the extent of her despair when she was surrounded by a thriving society. And now, she had a goal to turn to.
Joking
She could tell by the look in Suraya’s eyes that she truly believed she had some twisted sort of a sense of humor. The idea itself was nearly enough to incur a quirk of the mouth; she hadn’t smiled in eight days, let alone produced anything resembling humor. No, she had a directive, a whisper to follow, and she was going to find the Shard.
Kind
There was an odd quality of surrealism to battle now that she could very well breathe her last. She was careful to keep her ghost hidden and her senses sharp. But a guardian was made of more than pure gift, and she felled her foes with her usual ease. It was a small comfort.
Love
Where before there was nothing, there now was something. Where once the violet void had been ripped from her being, she now was flooded with fire, with hot, with passion. Her cries of jubilee matched harmoniously with those of her ghost as the flames blazed about her body with a life so bright, so burning, and it was with unbelievable emotion that she set the world around her ablaze.
Monotonous
Suraya’s tone was hard as the call repeated, cutting through static across the radio waves. Her commander’s voice was tired, but powerful, and her promise to return was with the same note of grit. The woman considered her wearily, and with no small note of unhappiness, but the trust in her eyes spoke enough.
Numbers
The hope she’d felt was dimmed by the Commander’s voice as he told her of their losses. As of yet, she was the only lit candle, and the despair shone easily in his eyes. She was the only expendable asset; she was the only one who could die. Her hope was herself. It was an odd title to bear, but she squared her shoulders, and tightened the straps of her ammo belt.
Outside
When she first touched down on the vibrant planetoid, her immediate thought was, strangely, of relief. As alarming as it may have been that the Vex had converted this world so easily, so completely, it was still refreshing to see red that wasn’t fire and green that wasn’t emergency lighting. Yes, she decided, she liked Nessus immensely.
Paranoid
Foolishness wasn’t quite the word for it, but it was the first word to come to mind as she watched him babble about teleporters and Vex and Ghaul. His determination, at least, was admirable, and while he’d technically deserted his duties to chase an idea, it had been a rather ingenious one. She brushed it all to the side in favor of letting his arms snake around her shoulders, the relief strong in both of them.
Quiet
Her figure was sharp in the sunlight of Io’s day. The violet-purple robes were shifting slightly in the mild breeze, and the same touch caressed her face as she listened to her pain. This place, she told her, this place was her haven. Their only interruption was the distant hum of the arrival of the beasts.
Rage
The raw anger in the tone filtering through her comms was both invigorating and sorrowful. Beneath her, the ground trembled faintly with the intrusion of the drill. The base itself was sprawled across the smooth rock before her like a hulking metallic spider, and the insult rang sharp in her Vanguard’s speech. This would not go ignored.
Safe
Though it was black and dark, she found the stars to be a welcome sight once more, unperturbed by the firelight leaking through the seams of the broken-down barn as they were. From a distance she could catch murmurs of deliberation, and she watched with some modicum of dry entertainment as Suraya slipped silently through the splintered roof. Yes, there was much to be done, but tonight, she would rest.
Truthful
It wasn’t common for her to enjoy battle. Of course, there was a certain trance to it, a current that when followed made it easier and swifter. Yet she couldn’t deny the fervent, wicked glee she felt as she watched Thumos fall, and it stayed with her as she boarded the creature’s ship and left its ruins behind.
Underground
The plan was simple. Destroy the needle in the sun’s eye, return at night, swiftly overrun and overcome. None of it was easy, and the hope she felt flickered when she saw the weariness on her siblings’ faces. Strength, she reminded them, courage. We have been laid low. We do not need to let it stay that way.
Vanquished
The burning heat of the sun was distracting, but she did not let it deter her as she stormed the sleek and evil thing, her brother and sister close behind. The beasts had kept this hidden from them. Now, they would no longer return the favor, and it was with a great roar of fire that she broke their great weapon.
Wet
The night was dim, but the moon’s light still rested gently across the cold city, and she knew that had she stood back to watch she would have seen it flash with gold and blue and violet. Instead she was one of the golden streaks herself, dancing across the rooftops with fire in her veins and her hatred trained sharply on the hulking figure of the black.
Xenial
Never before in all her years had the life in her felt more vibrant. Everything was bright and yet nothing was brighter than the roaring light of the Traveler as it rent the great beast apart atom by atom. She could feel the flood of purity from where she lay on her hands and knees, rippling, pouring, spilling. Her entire being was alight with flame, and she opened her soul and drank.
Yearning
The tingling warmth didn’t fade as she leaned on the metal railing. The presence above her was real and alive, and it was so intoxicating that she almost didn’t notice the four beings approaching from behind. She locked eyes with Suraya, shared a nod. From behind her a hand came up to clasp her shoulder, and she could feel the Commander’s respect as easily as she felt her Vanguard’s pride and gratefulness. Most of all she felt the Traveler’s heat, and light, and love, and she clasped the exo’s hand with nothing less than what she felt.
Zone
Ghaul was gone, the Vanguard was reunited, and this--the strength, the family, the rebuilding, the Light--was the aftermath. There was so much to think on and so much to witness, and oftentimes she found herself drifting as she welded a panel into place. The Tower was gone, but the Tower was also new, and fresh. Her brothers and sisters were beside her again, and rather than candles they were now a crackling bonfire of hope and joy. Content, the breeze in her hair and the Traveler overhead, Fiona turned her face to the sun, and breathed.
Who is the titan with the crucible that just won’t quit? That’s a war machine to all who’s strong and fit? (Shaxx) Ya damn right
Who is the man that would risk his neck For his brother man? (Shaxx) Can you dig it?
Who’s the cat that won’t cop out When there’s danger all about? (Shaxx) Right on
They say Shaxx’s crucible is a bad mother- (Shut your mouth) But I’m talkin’ ‘bout Shaxx - (Then we can dig it)
He’s a complicated man but no one understands him like his ghost (Lord Shaxx)
do you think he knows it was me
run- RUUUUUN HUNTER!!!!!
Bro. Risky.
oh SHIT
//he fucking turns around so powerfully, look at him stomp that foot. he’s gonna wring your neck dude
Ghost Headcanons
He likes to be in your clothing. If you’re a Titan guardian he likes to bundle into your mark, Hunter Guardian he’s snuggling into your hood, Warlock Guardian he buried in your robe. Whether you’re in it or not.
He likes to headbutt your forehead in a playful way. He’s either greeting you or getting your attention. Another way he does it is to fly all around you. You have noticed he likes to bounce around in the air when he’s happy.
He really does not like his nickname ‘Little Light’. You still call him that time to time much to his dismay.
You like to dress up your Ghost in different ghost shells. He can never choose which one since their so many so he always let you choose for him.
He knows your impressive dance moves and has a playlist of epic songs to play. The battlefield your fight and dance floor.
When it’s nighttime you and he watches the moon and/or Traveler in the sky together while he tells of stories like how he dreamt looking for you is the common one as he spent centuries looking for you while watching others already finding their Guardians. His stories help time pass when you can’t sleep also.
You give your Ghost pats on the head because you love your little light.
//these are all correct
//sorry I kind of disappeared there for a few days, exam stuff was happening and much of my free time was studying and writing. it’s all done now, however, so I’ll be putting up answers to the asks still in my inbox :>
So I just got home from The Last Jedi
And lemme tell you, I am very pleased.
This will probably go all over the place but I’ll try to keep it as concise as possible. Also know I’m not exactly a professional critic and most of this is biased because I love Star Wars.
MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT, BE WARNED
30, 33, 35 for the latest ask thing! Hello by the way!
30. Is there something about their personality they want to change?
If Fiona could change anything about herself, she would want to be more charismatic. She’s clever, sure, and has no issue with general socialization, but when it comes to charm and tact she’s a little lacking. It would be a blessing for her if she were able to simply remove such inhibitions.
33. Are they too hard on themselves over the little things?
To an extent. It’s clear that Fiona is always seeking to improve, but she usually keeps tabs on how hard she pushes herself and sets reasonable, if challenging, personal standards. She’s to prepare herself for failure, even when she’s determined not to even allow the possibility. When she’s stressed or feeling as though she could have done much better is when she most often becomes more self-depreciating than self-improving.
35. Are they possessive over their things? Or over other people? Both?
Not terribly so. Fiona possesses a clear understanding of boundaries, both those of others and of her own, so even if she is reluctant to ‘share’ someone or something she holds her tongue and doesn’t restrict that freedom. The worst it gets is with her ghost, Archon. She likes to keep tabs on him at all times.
Hello, Elara. Good to see you around, as always.
Emperor “Sugar Daddy” Calus
8, 9, and 20
8. What do they sleep in? PJs, normal clothes, nothing?
It depends on Fiona’s current location. If she’s taking a power nap out in the field, she’s usually tucked into some small corner or cave with her gun across her lap, and she never bothers to change her outfit. If she’s catching some winks in her ship, she’ll often remove the sturdier armor and disrobe down to her underclothes. If she’s home in the tower, she dresses in her soft, expensive night silks and curl up into her fluffy mattress. Those moments aren’t as common, so she takes full advantage of them when they come.
9. What do they smell like? Do they use perfume or cologne?
Fiona doesn’t have a terribly distinct scent, but when she’s clean and not doused in whatever gunk she’s been trudging through out in the galaxy, it’s not uncommon to catch a whiff of sandalwood and spearmint around her. How on earth she smells like that, nobody has any idea, and she insists that she doesn’t use perfume.
20. What do they hate being teased about? Are they teased often?
Having never been one to be bothered by teasing (or really teased much to begin with; the Guardian family is a strong bond, after all), there isn’t a whole lot that really gets under her skin. What would likely affect her most would be anything regarding her ghost or the people she loves. Diss her robes? Sure thing. Throw shade on her battle strategies? No problem. But insult a fellow Guardian? Try, and watch her gaze turn hard.
Crimson :)
How passionate is your muse about the things they love most?
Extremely.
Passion is one of the few elements of personality Fiona has very little trouble expressing. Passion in protection, passion in battle, passion in fury–to name a few. She communicates her love for others through her ferocity in protecting them, and does not hesitate to make herself clear when doing so.
After Towerfall, she had very little to feel passionate about. She could not throw herself into battle as she usually did, with lesser caution than those without the Light–for she herself was lightless. The road to recovery was rough for all guardians, and Fiona found herself more numb than she would’ve liked much of the time. Her return to the Light was what fueled the return of her fire, and the flames ignited a new, furious hatred for Dominus Ghaul.
Her passion was never more evident than the moment she set eyes upon the cabal with a flaming sword in her grip.
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what’s your muse’s favorite album of all time / favorite artist?
how do they listen to their music? ipod, mp3, computer, cd, records, etc?
do they take baths or showers? do they prefer one over the other?
do they wear their hair down when they sleep, or tied up / braided?
how many blankets / pillows do they like to have on their bed?
what do they normally dream about? nightmares or nonsense?
do they wake up groggy or alert? do they like mornings?
what do they sleep in? pj’s, normal clothes, nothing?
what do they smell like? do they use perfume or cologne?
what shampoo scent do they like the best and why?
bar soap or liquid? do they like loofahs?
do they prefer sleeping alone or with someone else?
do they like the room cold or hot when they sleep?
do they stay up too late? do they like staying up?
do they know how to drive? do they like to drive?
do they prefer taxis / buses / subways, etc? or none of the above?
do they have pets? what kind? dogs, cats, etc?
do they prefer cats or dogs? or neither?
what are their phobias? do they have any at all?
what do they hate being teased about? are they teased often?
did they have any fears growing up that they’ve since conquered?
do they have a fear they want to conquer, but haven’t yet?
how do they show fear? sweating, shaking, blankness, anger, etc?
do they have a short temper? what’s most likely to set it off?
do they get scared easily? does loud noises, shouting, etc, scare them?
what are they most passionate about? what could they debate about for hours?
what do they never, ever want to speak of, ever?
do they have kids? do they want kids? if so, how many?
is there something they’d like to change about themselves physically?
is there something about their personality they want to change?
do they have good fashion sense? or do they just wear whatever?
do they critique others easily? do they judge from afar?
are they too hard on themselves over the little things?
are they the jealous type? what are they most likely to be jealous of?
are they possessive over their things? or over other people? both?
would they rather be alone or in a relationship?
what do they think about polyamorous relationships? would they do it?
do they have parents / parental figures? do they have a good relationship with them?
do they have siblings? if so, how many? do they like them?
do they have a big family or a small family? no family?
where would they want to live if they could live anywhere? why?
are they happy in their current living situation? why or why not?
do they like living alone or with another person / other people?
did they go to college, or are they attending? did / do they like it?
what’s their dream job / profession? do they have one?
if they could control one thing in the world, what would it be?
do they like tv shows or movies? or neither?
do they have social media? do they like it or hate it? obsess over it?
do they have a creative outlet? if so, what is it?
where do they see themselves in 2 / 5 / 10 years?
Reblog if your icon
is stronger than you
For fucking sure
Yeap.
//dude I wish I was a buff tall woman with fire swords and the ability to bench press another human.