Toppling Towers! Now With 100% More Gif!Seriously Though. This Is Beautiful And Soooo Detailed!

Toppling Towers! Now with 100%  more gif! Seriously though. This is beautiful and soooo detailed! <333 kozzdraw is an angel from above.

How dare Roxie bail on her like that? They were supposed to be friends, weren’t they? Sure, they had never met before, but that shouldn’t matter!

The moment Tucker figured out Church was a robot

            Tucker had never believed in ghosts. Aliens, robots, those were one thing. Those had science-y explanations that were too boring to actually read about. Ghosts? No way man. If humanity hadn’t found proof of them yet, they weren’t going to.

            So he was understandably a little spooked when his buddy who had just taken a tank-round to the face showed back up to boss him around again. Spooked enough to listen to the disembodied spirit of Church, which was kind of embarrassing. Tucker had barely listened to that asshole when he was alive. Why start after he was dead?             But more than spooked, Tucker was skeptical. First of all, what sort of douchebag ghost walks around in full body armor? Like, okay, he died in it and all, but still. And in all of the B-horror flicks turned porn he had ever watched, the ghosts were coming back to, like, avenge their deaths or to see out some grudge or something. Sure, Caboose had shot Church, and sure the guy had a grudge against pretty much everybody, but he wasn’t exactly vengeful. Just an asshole. That wasn’t exactly a new revelation. If anybody was going to come back as a ghost, why couldn’t it have been Captain Flowers? That dude was already kind of creepy, but at least he wasn’t so obnoxious.

            The skepticism only deepened when Church started possessing that weird robot the Reds had built. For days he could only speak Spanish. Tucker could pretty much guarantee that Church could never speak Spanish before, and if he could he probably would’ve been shitty at it. He definitely shouldn’t have been able to set out on his usual bullshit monologues in Spanish. They had to figure out how to turn the robot’s Spanish function off to get him to speak normally again. Even afterwards, Church could still monitor some of Lopez’s internal data, like weather forecasts and time and temperature functions. Since when could ghosts do stuff like that? Like, sure, possessing dolls he could see, but a military-grade robot seemed a little bit more complex.

            Then O’malley showed up. Tex’s old AI, Church had explained. It wasn’t like the concept of Artificial Intelligence was a new one to Tucker. Some of the UNSC’s ships were equipped with them. For that matter, so was Sheila. By that time they already had a second “ghost” on their hands, and they both seemed to like taking out their frustrations on him. He didn’t think about it for a while, but when O’malley started jumping bodies, it all fell into place. Who else could jump into other people’s bodies like that? Motherfucking Church, that’s who.             He thought about talking to Caboose about it, but that would do about as much good as shooting himself in the foot, and would probably be just as painful. No way was he going to spill his guts to Tex, either. He tried telling Church about his theory, once, though.             “Hey Church, can I, uh, talk to you about something?” He asked as the two of them were trying to restore Blue Base to its former glory after their leap into the “future” and Tucker’s bizarre-o quest.             “Oh for the love of god, Tucker. I’m not having a discussion about your feelings. I expect this kind of thing from Caboose, but c’mon man. I don’t care if your mother didn’t hug you enough. No one here cares. Just shut up and get back to work. That couch isn’t gonna move itself.”

            Fuck that. Let that asshole think he was dead if he wanted to. Not like it was going to change anything. Whether he was ghost or an AI, he was still going to be the same old Church. Man, why did he have to get stuck with Crabby McBitchpants instead of that hot chick that hung out with Master Chief? Just his luck.             Church could run around and act like an undead pain in the ass all he wanted, Tucker knew the truth. His best friend was a fucking robot.

[[Woohoo for my first piece of Red vs Blue writing! I’m sorry it’s a little wonky, I was having trouble getting into character! It was a great prompt though!]]

Red vs Blue Secret Santa: South's Christmas Escapade

My RvB Secret Santa gift for mspyro! One of the things on her list was a fic showing South in a more positive light! I really like seeing a more three-dimensional approach to her character too! A fair waringing, this is pretty self-indulgent and cheesy. I'm sorry if it's not the best thing I've ever written! If you want something better I'd be happy to tackle another one of your prompts! I hope you had a Merry Christmas/Happy Holiday/fun regular day!

A common misconception aboard the Mother of Invention was that Agent South Dakota was completely heedless.

The assumption was born naturally enough – after all, South Dakota had not historically been delicate with the feelings of others. She couldn’t be counted upon to alter her demeanor to suit the needs of others, even in the direst of situation. No matter how the dynamics around her shifted, she was still South: stubborn, abrasive, and driven .

Most people assumed that she was oblivious to social nuance, that she was too self-absorbed to pay attention to her surroundings. Either she was too dense to care what was going on with the rest of her comrades, or she just didn’t care. South was happy to let them think that. It was easier for everyone. The others didn’t need to know that when she was sitting alone in the mess hall, seemingly brooding, she was really tuning in to her own version of Freelancer Radio.

It was during one of these silent surveillance sessions that she first heard North mention Christmas.

Holidays as the twins were growing up had always morphed into huge affairs, with decorations and seasonal foods, even gifts. Birthdays, Halloween, Easter, they were escapes, excuses to celebrate, ways to make up for the family dysfunction that dominated the rest of the year. Come winter their parents practically vomited Christmas cheer over the house. There were stockings and holly and Christmas cookies; relatives swarmed like flies around a dead animal. After a certain age South had become disillusioned with the festivities, seeing them more as interruptions of her daily life than manifestations of joy.

North, however, had thrived on these occasions. He was always the one humming Christmas carols before November was out the door, the one insisting on putting the star at the top of the tree. He even liked being surrounded by extended family, even though they weren’t far from being complete strangers. South sometimes wondered if he had missed things like holidays since they had joined up. She never asked him, and he never said anything about it.

That day in the mess hall, though, she heard him, his voice warm with fondness, describing in great detail all of his fondest memories of Christmas to his excitable AI, Theta. She could hear the child-like computer program chattering excitedly, occasionally pausing to ooh and ah at one of North’s stories. South tch’d, trying hard not to be amused. She was supposed to be the sour one, after all.

“Do we have Christmas here, North?” She heard Theta asked tentatively, sounding downright hopeful for being essentially an advanced toaster.

North’s chuckle was low and comforting. “I don’t think so buddy,” he said, cheery front faltering ever so slightly. Anyone who didn’t know him as well as South did would have missed it. “It would be nice though, wouldn’t it? You know when we were little South and I were little-”

There was something about the wistfulness in North’s voice that made it claw straight into South’s ears, burrowing into her brain and ruminating there until she knew something had to be done, if only for her own conscience’s sake. People could say anything they wanted about South, but they could never say that she didn’t love her brother.

This was not going to be good for her reputation.

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The whole exploit had proven a bit more difficult than she had originally intended. She had initially hoped that no one else would have to know about her little project, but some of the tasks she had undertaken proved beyond her area of expertise.

In the end, she had to let Connie in on her secret. That was fine, she supposed. If anyone had to see her soft underbelly she was glad it was Connie. She had recruited her friend after a thoroughly exasperating encounter with FILSS. Dealing with supercomputers had never been her strong suit. Connie, on the other hand, knew how to sweet-talk the ship’s AI. CT seemed to know all of the ins and outs of the computer’s programs, and proved much more successful than South at mocking up a simulation. South might have been swayed to show her gratitude had the smaller agent not giggled when she told her what she wanted made.

“Shut up!” South snapped.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s just… so not like you!”

 “I said shut up!” She fixed Connie with her most menacing glare. “I swear to god, if you tell anyone about this I will through you straight out the airlock!”

Under that threat, Connie had been able to summon up a modicum of professionalism.

Worse than Connie, she had had to beg a favor from Wyoming. He was on the squad with the next shore leave, and she needed something from on-planet. She \ tried to convince him to switch her leave dates, but in the end the best she could manage was for him to pick up a package from her. Owing Wyoming a favor made her feel dirty enough, but the way he looked at her when he handed over the package told her he had looked inside. She hoped he could tell from her stare just where his entrails would end up if he dared bring the matter up.

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In the end, the worst part about the whole endeavor was the nerves. She stood in the training room chewing the inside of her cheek as she waited for her brother. He hoped she had gotten the note she had slipped under his door, that York hadn’t picked up it first and hid it from him like the jackass he was. She also hoped that word of her peculiar behavior wasn't spreading around the ship. A great deal of time and effort had gone into building up the persona of the tough, no-nonsense bitch, and she didn’t want the entire thing to crumble because she was caught, heaven forbid, caring about someone. And what if North thought the whole thing was stupid? That they were too old for this kind of thing? What if he laughed and shook his head and gave her that damn look like he was talking to a fucking teenager and not his grown-ass twin sister.

Hell, she was about to cut her losses and run when she heard the clomping of combat boots on the hard metal floor. No turning back now.

“South?” North called out before daring to enter. He sensed something was amiss. “Are you okay? It’s a little late for a sparring session, can it wait until –“

With his first step onto the training floor he almost choked on his words. His widened and he opened his mouth to speak, but Theta’s voice replaced his own.

“Wooow!”

There, standing in the middle of the training room floor was South. Standing behind her was a large, holographic Christmas tree, peppered with glittering colored lights. Her expression lingered somewhere between expectation and nausea.

“Merry Christmas bro.” She said in a small, sheepish voice.

“South…” For a moment she was afraid she was going to get some condescending speech. Luckily, North continued before she had a chance to aim a right hook at his face. “You did all this? For me?”

South shrugged, scuffing her boot against the floor. “Well, you and Theta. I mean, the kid had never seen Christmas, right? It’s not that big of a deal…”  

North’s grin was so radiant South worried he might pull a muscle. Before she had time to wriggle away he had his arms around her in a crushing hug. “It’s a huge deal, South.” He insisted.

“It’s amazing!” Theta chimed in, drifting over to the tree to inspect it. "So pretty!"

South clawed at her brother’s shoulder. “Get off me you big dope! Let go!” North laughed heartily at her squirming but conceded, backing away to give his sister room to breathe.

She tried her hardest to scowl at him, but she doubted very much that North believed her anger. “Alright, whatever. I guess you should open your gift now or something.”

“South…” North began again, but as soon as the box was brandished in his face he amended whatever he had been about to say to, “Is this wrapped in pages of our field manual?”

“Shut up and open it!” South snapped, and North was kind enough not to antagonize him. With Theta watching in what she hoped was computerized glee, North tore the ruined instructions on bomb disposal and rifle maintenance off of the box and popped it opened to reveal a mug emblazoned with the words “World’s Okayest Brother”.

South was once again amazed that he didn’t manage to rupture something with his grin.

“This is great, South. Really, it is. I just….”

“…. Feel bad because you didn’t get me anything. Yeah, I figured you would. I’ve got it covered.” From behind the trunk of the holographic tree she produced a second mug, this one bearing the words “World’s Okayest Sister”.            

“See? It’s like, matching or whatever. I know you like that kind of shit-“

Once again North was hugging her, mug still in hand. South started swatting at him again, but when he tightened his grip she relented and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Alright fine. But you can’t tell anyone about this, got it? Not a single person. Not York. Not Wash. No one.” North inhaled in a way she knew meant he was about to ask a question, so she explained before he could bother. “Can’t have people start thinking I’m soft or anything. They’d walk all over me.”

Her brother was smiling again. She wasn't sure how she knew, given that his chin was on her shoulder. She could just tell.

“Our secret.” He promised.

She let him hang on to her for a few moments longer before she started feeling antsy. She was getting ready to worm out of his grip with North spoke again.

“South?”

“Yeah North?”

North hesitated a minute. “You do know it’s December 9th, right?”

South scowled and socked him in the gut. Lightly. It was Christmas after all.

This is the only way I can express my feeeellinngggs. ;-;

So, this is something that I’ve been meaning to try for a while now, but honestly I’ve been a little self-conscious about my own qualifications and to be frank I’m not sure there’s a market for the sorts of services I could offer. However, I have some truly stupendous friends who have offered a…

So,, to celebrate my five-day weekend, I've decided to open some RvB themed fic requests! Some quick guidelines: I don't to NSFW requests. I don't personally do a lot of shipping (Yorkalina being my Achilles' heel), so any otps may end up looking a little more like brotps. Sorry in advance! I'll do my best! Requests will probably be a couple of paragraphs to a page or so long. I will do as many as I can, but I may not get to all of them! If you're really invested in your request and it doesn't get done this weekend, contact me and I might try to get it out in the next couple of weeks. Other than that, go nuts! AUs, canon, anything that you like! Just make sure to give me more than two characters names! If you're interested in something longer than a few chapters, with fewer restrictions, I am open for Art/Craft trades that can even cover multi-chapter fics! (The art trade I'm working on right now is going to be eight chapters long). I also take commissions! Anyways, I can't wait to get to your guys' requests! Have at it!

I was tagged by @allons-y-merlin for this, so I figured I'd give it a try. Get some more personal info out on the old blog here! Looked fun!

TAG GAME: CHARACTERS WHO SHARE THE SAME PERSONALITY TYPE AS YOU

You can take this test HERE.

Rules: Find out what characters share the same personality type as you HERE and list the characters that you find relevant below. Then tag five friends and let them know you tagged them!

My personality type is: ISTP (Which is weird because on the C. Jung & Briggs Myers typology test I've always been INTJ, but I won't complain!)

You are one of the Explorers - a bold and freedom-loving individual who enjoys pushing the limits and exploring the unknown. You are known for your quiet nature, technical skills and ability to improvise

The characters (that I know) that share my personality type are:

Annie Leonhart and Levi from Attack on Titan

Toph Bei Fong from Avatar: The Last Airbender

Booker DeWitt from BioShock Infinite

Jason Bourne from The Bourne Series

James Bond from Casino Royale

J.J. from Criminal Minds

Dexter Morgan from Dexter

The Ninth Doctor from Doctor Who

Kristoff from Frozen

Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist

Maximus from Gladiator

Jordan Baker from The Great Gatsby

Gamora and Drax the Destroyer from Guardians of the Galaxy

Viktor Krum from Harry Potter

Robin Scherbatsky from How I Met Your Mother

Cobb from Inception

Parker from Leverage

The eponymous Indiana Jones

Aragorn from Lord of the Rings

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

Samus Aran from Metroid

Jay and Lily from Modern Family

Roronoa Zoro from One Piece

Stacker Pentecost from Pacific Rim

Tinker Bell from Peter Pan

Agent P (Perry the Platypus) and Ferb Fletcher from Phineas and Ferb

Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians

The Janitor from Scrubs

Sherlock Holmes from Sherlock

The eponymous Sherlock Holmes

The eponymous Shrek

Arya Stark from A Song of Ice and Fire

The eponymous Sly Cooper

Hikaru Sulu from Star Trek: The Original Series

Han Solo from Star Wars

Raphael from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Rorschach/Walter Kovacs from Watchmen

Wolverine from X-Men

Hiei from YuYu Hakusho

Uhhh... I don't really have any followers? So I guess if you follow me and see this, it's pretty fun? I guess kozzdraw if she has time? Could be interesting!