blake kathryn
Kiana Khansmith
Today's Document
trying on a metaphor
titsay
taylor price
RMH
pixel skylines
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Claire Keane
Xuebing Du
Three Goblin Art
Aqua Utopiaď˝ćľˇăŽĺşă§č¨ćśăç´Ąă
⣠Chile in a Photography âŁ
KIROKAZE
PR's Tumblrdome
occasionally subtle
if i look back, i am lost
seen from United States
seen from Kenya
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Japan
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from France
seen from T1
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Philippines
seen from Kenya
seen from United States
@lieutenantcomet
Crossovers are encouraged here!
Please donât worry about feeling out of place on my blog if your muse is from a different fandom than mine! I am more than willing to plot and find some way to make an interaction possible!
In fact, crossovers are ENCOURAGED here! Please donât hold back on your headcanons and ideas when it comes to crossovers!!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
What doesnât kill me should run, because now Iâm fucking pissed
(via meaty-bicycle)
Send my character messages that you think will strike a nerve.
Whether the reaction be anger or sadness.
Ă
"No. I will not get you Blue Team's autograph. Or Fireteam Osiris.Or Red Team. Or Laskey."
Ă
"You know who you are. Stop leaving the fridge open."Comet still holds a bit of a grudge against SIVs. He believes that Thorne is leaving the mess hall fridge open
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Put a âĂâ in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.
Define.. âDistress.â
The communications officer offered a crisp salute when she entered the training room. âCommand has issued a directive. We need a volunteer to retrieve a lost Spartan Asset. The beacon is Automated, most likely from his Suitâs internal VI system. Command though it best that you get first call to retrieve him.â The officer handed over the TACPad, Davidâs file being flashed on the screen.
Thorne saluted back as he quickly turned towards the communications officer and added. âWell me and my team just came back from our mission so Iâve got nothing to do.â He stated in a matter of fact manner. âSo, sign me up for the mission, Iâm ready to depart any time.â
The Officer nodded. âWe can have a pelican loaded in thirty. Command isnât expecting this to be a rescue mission, so there shouldnât be any resistance However, the planet is an old Insurrectionist colony, and there hasnât been a cleanup team in the sector, so there could be a few stragglers, but itâs not very likely.â
She presented another salute, her shoes clicking, before she turned and walked away.
âAlright Iâll be ready.â Thorne stated before saluting again as the comms officer left. He quickly shifted his attention towards the TACpad reading over the file, at least the parts that werenât classified. It seemed like a simple enough op, probably not too much resistance and nothing to worry too much about. Still what Gabriel couldnât stop wondering about was why would an experienced Spartan like B-199 have trouble with anything in such conditions. Still after a few minutes of getting his equipment and reading the file he headed towards the pelican.
The Pelican ride was long, about a full day and a half, from station to station, but in no time, Thorne was finally approaching the planet, a small detachment of marines with him in a pair of Pelicans on either side.
The approach was a quiet, the flight smooth.
The pilot called back, her voice soft, but her English accent shining through. âSir, it seems there is a lot of smoke coming from the last known location of the beacon. Should we touch down, or give it a few goes âround?â
Thorne spent more than half of the flight sleeping, trying to be as rested as he could for the mission at hand. The rest of the flight he mostly readied himself up, he checked on his equipment, ammo and review the data one more time. As the pelican began its final approach Thorne sat down eyes closed getting focused on the task before a voice shaped him back into conscience. âI donât think weâll be able to see much with that smoke.â He added walking towards the exit of the pelican. âLetâs touchdown first, we can sweep the area faster of we have two pairs of eyes one in the sky the other on ground.â
âCopy that, Spartan. Good hunting.â The Pelican slowly lowers to the ground, the cargo doors opening in the back.
One of the Marines speaks up on the Comms, âSir, Charlie squad will be dropping with you. Zulu will be staying with the Pelicans.â After allowing the Spartan and the Marines to jump down, the pelican lurched back into the sky, and the three of them circled around the area. âSir, Iâm picking up movement in the woods north of the DZ. Canât quite tell if itâs an animal or not. Advise caution.â
Thorne jumped out of the Pelican, assault rifle on hand. "Copy that, just try to keep up guys.â He added jokingly as he walked toward the smoke looking to the ground for any indication of what could have happened. âAlright, copy that we will proceed with caution.â He responded, âCharlie form up stay behind me and be ready for anything. After all whatever is out there could have taken out our Spartan.â
The Squad Leader took point behind Thorne, the rest of the marines forming up behind him. "Donât worry, Sir. Weâve got your back, but uh⌠You get to go first. Forests around here are said to have large predators.â One of the marines in the back shouts, âYeah! Like Dire Wolves!â "The hell is a Dire wolf?" At that moment, a large dog like creature lunges from the woods, easily dwarfing the Spartan in size.
What Your Overwatch Main Says About You
Genji: You need healing
McCree: You meme loving fuck
Pharah: You take immense pleasure knowing the other team has to change their entire comp to counter you
Reaper: 3edgy5me
Soldier 76: COD man
Sombra: Everyone hates you, including you, I'm so sorry
Tracer: Probably Scout main in TF2, annoying gnat who won't leave me the fuck alone
Bastion: Innocent in all of this, you deserve that potg
Hanzo: Completely aware that someone hates you no matter what your skill level
Junkrat: "Aiming's overrrated"
Mei: The Devil doesn't reside in human souls, it resides in that cold, adorable empty husk of a person
Torbjorn: The five of you don't deserve that potg
Widowmaker: Likes sniping more than winning
D.Va: Takes no prisoners
Orisa: Wants to win but hates playing Reinhardt
Reinhardt: Lovely and nice person who is not above destorying the innocent
Roadhog: Loves Ilios, loves murdering squishies
Winston: Switches heroes because the team comp sucks, a true team player
Zarya: Secretly the best player in the match
Ana: Likes winning more than sniping
Lucio: CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP
Mercy: Hates everyone, including Jeff Kaplan, is losing or has lost faith in humanity
Symmetra: She's a killer queen, dynamite with a laserbeam
Zenyatta: Looks chill on the outside, is definitely not chill on the inside
@lieutenantcomet liked for a starter!
âDavid. Interesting seeing you here.â The Spartan said, standing near the center of the briefing room, a small Styrofoam cup of coffee dwarfed even more by his inhumanly large hands. The Spartan reached out a hand to shake, eyes scanning over the symbol of a Lieutenant-Colonel on his old classmateâs shoulder.
David had simply sat in the cold silence of the room, enjoying his own cup of hot liquid from a large thermos. When the door opened, his green eyes floated towards the new light, reflecting slightly back at his new visitor, his old friend.
âMarcus. Itâs been a while. Havenât seen you since the Mining installation we charged through back in the day.â David looked down at his hand for a moment, almost forgetting exactly what he was supposed to do, before standing, a grabbing his Brother in Armsâ hand. âYou look Taller.â
Define.. âDistress.â
The communications officer offered a crisp salute when she entered the training room. âCommand has issued a directive. We need a volunteer to retrieve a lost Spartan Asset. The beacon is Automated, most likely from his Suitâs internal VI system. Command though it best that you get first call to retrieve him.â The officer handed over the TACPad, Davidâs file being flashed on the screen.
Thorne saluted back as he quickly turned towards the communications officer and added. âWell me and my team just came back from our mission so Iâve got nothing to do.â He stated in a matter of fact manner. âSo, sign me up for the mission, Iâm ready to depart any time.â
The Officer nodded. âWe can have a pelican loaded in thirty. Command isnât expecting this to be a rescue mission, so there shouldnât be any resistance However, the planet is an old Insurrectionist colony, and there hasnât been a cleanup team in the sector, so there could be a few stragglers, but itâs not very likely.â
She presented another salute, her shoes clicking, before she turned and walked away.
âAlright Iâll be ready.â Thorne stated before saluting again as the comms officer left. He quickly shifted his attention towards the TACpad reading over the file, at least the parts that werenât classified. It seemed like a simple enough op, probably not too much resistance and nothing to worry too much about. Still what Gabriel couldnât stop wondering about was why would an experienced Spartan like B-199 have trouble with anything in such conditions. Still after a few minutes of getting his equipment and reading the file he headed towards the pelican.
The Pelican ride was long, about a full day and a half, from station to station, but in no time, Thorne was finally approaching the planet, a small detachment of marines with him in a pair of Pelicans on either side.
The approach was a quiet, the flight smooth.
The pilot called back, her voice soft, but her English accent shining through. âSir, it seems there is a lot of smoke coming from the last known location of the beacon. Should we touch down, or give it a few goes âround?â
Thorne spent more than half of the flight sleeping, trying to be as rested as he could for the mission at hand. The rest of the flight he mostly readied himself up, he checked on his equipment, ammo and review the data one more time. As the pelican began its final approach Thorne sat down eyes closed getting focused on the task before a voice shaped him back into conscience. âI donât think weâll be able to see much with that smoke.â He added walking towards the exit of the pelican. âLetâs touchdown first, we can sweep the area faster of we have two pairs of eyes one in the sky the other on ground.â
âCopy that, Spartan. Good hunting.â The Pelican slowly lowers to the ground, the cargo doors opening in the back.
One of the Marines speaks up on the Comms, âSir, Charlie squad will be dropping with you. Zulu will be staying with the Pelicans." After allowing the Spartan and the Marines to jump down, the pelican lurched back into the sky, and the three of them circled around the area. "Sir, I'm picking up movement in the woods north of the DZ. Can't quite tell if it's an animal or not. Advise caution."
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Define.. âDistress.â
The communications officer offered a crisp salute when she entered the training room. âCommand has issued a directive. We need a volunteer to retrieve a lost Spartan Asset. The beacon is Automated, most likely from his Suitâs internal VI system. Command though it best that you get first call to retrieve him.â The officer handed over the TACPad, Davidâs file being flashed on the screen.
Thorne saluted back as he quickly turned towards the communications officer and added. âWell me and my team just came back from our mission so Iâve got nothing to do.â He stated in a matter of fact manner. âSo, sign me up for the mission, Iâm ready to depart any time.â
The Officer nodded. âWe can have a pelican loaded in thirty. Command isnât expecting this to be a rescue mission, so there shouldnât be any resistance However, the planet is an old Insurrectionist colony, and there hasnât been a cleanup team in the sector, so there could be a few stragglers, but itâs not very likely.â
She presented another salute, her shoes clicking, before she turned and walked away.
âAlright Iâll be ready.â Thorne stated before saluting again as the comms officer left. He quickly shifted his attention towards the TACpad reading over the file, at least the parts that werenât classified. It seemed like a simple enough op, probably not too much resistance and nothing to worry too much about. Still what Gabriel couldnât stop wondering about was why would an experienced Spartan like B-199 have trouble with anything in such conditions. Still after a few minutes of getting his equipment and reading the file he headed towards the pelican.
The Pelican ride was long, about a full day and a half, from station to station, but in no time, Thorne was finally approaching the planet, a small detachment of marines with him in a pair of Pelicans on either side.
The approach was a quiet, the flight smooth.
The pilot called back, her voice soft, but her English accent shining through. âSir, it seems there is a lot of smoke coming from the last known location of the beacon. Should we touch down, or give it a few goes âround?â
Define.. âDistress.â
The communications officer offered a crisp salute when she entered the training room. âCommand has issued a directive. We need a volunteer to retrieve a lost Spartan Asset. The beacon is Automated, most likely from his Suitâs internal VI system. Command though it best that you get first call to retrieve him.â The officer handed over the TACPad, Davidâs file being flashed on the screen.
Thorne saluted back as he quickly turned towards the communications officer and added. âWell me and my team just came back from our mission so Iâve got nothing to do.â He stated in a matter of fact manner. âSo, sign me up for the mission, Iâm ready to depart any time.â
The Officer nodded. "We can have a pelican loaded in thirty. Command isn't expecting this to be a rescue mission, so there shouldn't be any resistance However, the planet is an old Insurrectionist colony, and there hasn't been a cleanup team in the sector, so there could be a few stragglers, but it's not very likely."
She presented another salute, her shoes clicking, before she turned and walked away.
Send me âRestrainedâ + a number for a starter in which one or both of our characters are:
Or send âRestrained?â for a randomly generated number.
1. Locked in the trunk of a car 2. Tied to a chair 3. Chained up to the wall 4. In a cage 5. Behind prison bars 6. In a room with a locked door and barred windows 7. Hand-cuffed to an object of their choice 8. Hand-cuffed to one other person (or each other) 9. Stuck in a hole underground 10. Trapped in an attic 11. Trapped in a tomb or mausoleum 12. Stuck in the back of a police car 13. Stuck in an elevator 14. Locked in a vault 15. Strapped to a table
(But is there anyway to change my blog name.
Because it kinda says blog 4 times on it now.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Reblog if you are a Halo/Halo friendly RP blog
Iâm new to the community and need to fill the dash!
Define.. âDistress.â
The communications officer offered a crisp salute when she entered the training room. âCommand has issued a directive. We need a volunteer to retrieve a lost Spartan Asset. The beacon is Automated, most likely from his Suitâs internal VI system. Command though it best that you get first call to retrieve him.â The officer handed over the TACPad, Davidâs file being flashed on the screen.
