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yanderes-galore · 2 months

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I'm really curious how can you make Rookie from Halo work... So can I ask for a romantic concept for him?

I will be focusing strictly on Rookie from Halo 3: ODST for this. Gotta love obsessive silent protagonist :)

Yandere! Rookie/Jonathan Doherty Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Violence implied, Death mentioned, Injury, Blood, Guns (Halo is an FPS so-), One-sided relationship, Thoughts of forced affection, Dubious relationship.

Can you really blame The Rookie for becoming so obsessive?

He wakes up in New Mombasa, the rain pouring hard upon his helmet.

His team is scattered, perhaps even dead.

He is left to find out what happened to them in the wet streets of New Mombasa.

Plus, the city is overrun by Covenant troops.

The Rookie may have found you hiding away in New Mombasa.

You're a civilian left behind in this concept, only armed with a pistol.

The Rookie can see the wounds and blood on your clothes/skin when he finds you.

You trust him when you see him, you can tell by his armor he's human.

He's no Spartan, but an ODST is still able to quickly adapt for survival.

He no doubt finds a first aid station nearby and gets to work on patching up your wounds.

Rookie's concern is primarily looking for an extraction point and where the rest of his team could be.

But as he looks at you shivering from the rain and slowly recovering from your wounds, part of him feels like he should keep an eye on you.

This makes the Rookie take you along with him, arming you with a gun you can use.

Despite you being armed he knows you're vulnerable.

He's armored, you aren't.

You both don't have shields, but one well placed shot would do more damage to you than him.

The Rookie encourages you both to travel in shadows.

The city itself is dark and the rain makes it hard to see.

This is used to your advantage.

Over time Rookie notices you open up to him.

He doesn't say much but listens to you when you talk.

Rookie is hard to read what he's thinking... due to the lack of speech and helmet.

I have a feeling ODST Yanderes are more comforting than Spartans as they feel more human.

Although Rookie is a poor example of this since he feels almost... emotionless at times.

However he does show he cares for you still, he isn't too cold.

He takes most of the hits, he listens to you, he acts empathetic.

You can't explain why it feels like he's staring though... might just be the helmet?

In reality... Rookie is staring because he feels attracted.

Another thing that sets Spartan yanderes such as John apart from ODSTs? Romantic attraction.

Rookie has no enhancements that dampen such feelings.

Which means he's still able to feel romantic attraction, like Buck.

Rookie finds himself falling for you, a civilian in his care.

He's determined to help you out of this mess, no matter what it takes.

Rookie is mostly focused on the task at hand.

But occasionally his thoughts wander back to you, thinking of what life with you could entail.

He really shouldn't since the war is still going.

You're a civilian, you should be evacuated like all the rest.

But as you get closer to the extraction point, his grip tightens on you.

He can't bring himself to see you go.

Even when he meets with Buck and Veronica, he is intent on not leaving without you.

Buck definitely teases Rookie, claiming he has a new partner.

Rookie doesn't mind, in fact he thinks of what it would be like to show you affection.

His feelings for you never dissipate.

In fact, even as you fly off with him in a Pelican, he still fantasized about being with you.

Maybe he should've pinned you to a wall in New Mombasa... kissed you... showed how much he adores you...

Rookie wants to find a way to express such feelings... but he isn't sure how.

He has desires but he has to wait for the right time.

He feels eventually you two will end up together.

He doesn't want anyone else to be beside you, after all he saved you.

Who else was supposed to protect you?

Even if he has to pull some strings... spill some blood... or break a few UNSC vows and rules...

Rookie plans to remain your savior, protector, and possible lover... even if you are a civilian.

Overall Yandere Type: Overprotective, Obsessive, Devoted, Deceptive, Delusional, Slightly possessive.

#yandere halo #yandere halo 3 odst #yandere ODST #yandere halo the rookie #yandere jonathan doherty

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bloodgulchblog · 25 days

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Roundup of my non-authoritative but maybe helpful advice/inspiration posts for Halo OCs:

Some things to know and think about for making Spartan-IIs and Spartan-IIIs

Spartan-II-focused character development questions

Some things to know and think about for making an ODST

Human-focused but much less specific character development questions for Halo OCs

(Once again, I'm not ~an authority~ on the lore but I swallowed the whole written Halo canon like a snake eating an egg once and I feel like that can at least maybe help, also you should have fun and do whatever you want.)

BONUS:

A Whistle Stop Tour of the Halo Universe's Government and Military I Guess

#advice for ocs i guess #this is a replacement for me digging through that tag every time i remember about it #halo lore #halo ocs

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kitty-mactabbysh · 9 months

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I've got a Halo AU for Ghoap too and even though I have everything ready I wanna write fanfic of it and this is where my brain goes

But some things:

• Ghost is a Spartan, of course. Wish I remembered the number but I think it was 114.

• And the 141 is part of an ODST platoon who solves human problems. They're not on the war against the Covenant or in the search for the Halos, they deal with local druglords, terrorists, the gritty stuff.

• But they were falling behind a little, so the UNSC slapped this Spartan II booty on them and said "you better goddamn fix this".

• ODST guys were hostile to Ghost on his first day because he is a Spartan (and there is some one-sided rivalry going on here), but Soap stepped up to defend him like the pookie that he is (Ghost really didn't care about the harassment though but if someone tried to clap him he'd give them refunds).

• So now we have this squad of ODSTs who works closely with a Spartan because Soap said "Captain please" and Price already knew Ghost, worked together with him in the past, and Gaz thought it'd be cool to have one on the team.

• That's basically it. I'm not sure if I should talk about Graves.

• But anyway he was a Marine Commander whose squad got yeeted by Shepherd as some sort of damage control and they couldn't let the bitch die because he had too many important things he never shared (he's shady here, too) with even his higher-ups so they decided to resurrect him as an AI in order to harvest said intel and ended up keeping him around. He's the Captain and Smart AI of the Rook Shrouded in Shadow, a Charon-class light frigate which serves as a base for this ODST platoon and some.

• He hates Shepherd and whenever they have to work together comms is a bicker-fest and Ghost not only wanted to, but actually did turn comms off once, went AWOL, found and fought an entire Covenant squad who was doing some illegal trade with a human crime syndicate, and they had no idea where to find him for a hot hour.

• Soap panicked a little but Gaz knew he'd be fine. How could a 7ft tall super soldier not be? Your crush is showing, MacTavish...

Basically the whole thing hope you're having a good day and remember: Halo Infinite is not that bad.

Cheers ♡

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pelgraine · 2 months

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Halo dragon AU fic idea:

In the days after Kai removes her pellet and they've started working together on Sangheili translations, Miranda realizes something curious about the Spartans. Despite being battle hardened killing machines with encyclopaedic knowledge of weaponry and warfare, they are also naive and impressionable in other ways. It concerns her that someone might take advantage of Kai, or the others, while their still in the phase of learning about the wider world.

Miranda takes an opportunity one afternoon to explain to Kai that she shouldn't follow any advertisements or signs for free puppies or free kittens home until she's properly investigated the situation.

The following day, Kai is seen with what appears to be a very juvenile winged reptile perched on one shoulder. When questioned her excuse is, well, Miranda didn't say anything about 'Free Baby Dragons!'

The other Spartans are so intrigued and delighted by the tiny scaly beast that Kai promises to find one for each of them because she now knows a guy.

ONI are horrified at the influx of likely lethal and dangerous pets. Halsey gets roped in to talk to the Spartans. There's lectures terribly similar to the ones they've all heard in their youth; that Spartans should care for each other and nothing else.

Various attempts are made to seperate the baby dragons from their respective Spartans. Teeth, claws, several small fires and a jailbreak or three later, they eventually discover the dragons are irreparably bonded to their chosen Spartan and cannot be seperated, despite all the attempts to the contrary. One very frustrated ONI lieutenant finally shoots a dragon with his pistol and is wounded when the bullet rebounds. The Spartans are delighted to discover dragonhide is bullet proof.

ONI invariably gets even more involved and there's a number of experiments to try and procure more dragons and bond them with various marines and ODSTs. All the attempts fail, many rather spectacularly.

Ackerson is tearing his hair out because he's convinced this is some nefarious plot Halsey has conducted, even though she's had nothing to do with it and is just as clueless as he is (but is hiding it better.)

Eventually she's the one who cottons on to the fact that the Forerunner-like DNA that is specific to Spartans might be the cause for the bonding being successful.

That theory is disproven when, after Kai gifts a dragon egg to Miranda, the hatchling bonds to her immediately.

Halsey discovers the novel experience of being genuinely jealous of one of her daughter's achievements. Miranda is so delighted by it all that she smiles brightly all the time nowadays which makes nearly everyone who comes into contact with her smile too.

Halsey does not get a dragon baby to bond with her. The one she tries with - secretly, in her lab - escapes and has since been found following John around and attempting to snuggle with Cortana whenever she materialises. Cortana immediately cottons on to what's happening and tries to be more present and available, though indeed she's not really sure how the little hatchling imprinted on an AI nor how to fix it.

#halo tv show #halo series #halo fanfiction #silver timeline #here there be dragons au #kai 125 #miranda keyes #catherine halsey

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ageless-aislynn · 5 months

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Title: “Recreation” (3/?) Author:@ageless-aislynn Characters/fandom: Kai-125/M!Reader, Halo the series Summary: You wanted to take Kai on a date that she would love but your ideas are running a bit thin. Don't worry, though, ODST Jerry is here to help. 😉 Rating: T (PG13) Length: 3,405 Spoilers/warnings: Set in the Silver Timeline of Halo the series, not the games or novels. No show spoilers. Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N: Annnnd it's been a while, friends. Since the last update, life has been all about stress, health issues and writer's block but I'm trying to get things back on track again. 🤞😣🤞

Thank you to @mrtobenamedlater for the suggestions on what sort of dates to not take Kai on. See, I was paying attention, lol!

If you also read "15 Minutes" (or you're checking to see if I'm going to mention anything about it 😉), the next chapter on it is also in progress. Ideally, it should also update at some point this month but I make no promises.

If you've been reading since the beginning, thank you for sticking around. If you're reading this at some later date, thanks for giving it a chance. However it goes, I hope you enjoy! ⭐💖⭐

Taglist: @laurenstacy610 @sporadicbelievernightmare @sarnakhwritesthings

I tagged everybody I tagged last time but, as always, if you'd prefer not to be, just let me know! And if you would like to be tagged in my Kai/Reader fics, just let me know! At the moment, I also write John/Reader, John/Kai and John/Cortana, so I’m glad to tag you for whatever you’d like. Also, if you’d like to be removed, just let me know as well, no hard feelings. 😉 💖

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"So, what's the plan?"

You looked over as ODST Jerry fell into step with you. "Plan?"

"You know, for when your Spartan honey gets back from extended deploy."

Your I'm thinking over my options face clearly looked a lot like your I'm completely at a loss face. Wait, now that you thought about it, they really were one and the same in this case.

"Come on, man, you need a plan," he bemoaned. "You can't just try to wing it with a Spartan. Not a Spartan. She's worth the time, the effort, the thought, the whole thing. Don't you worry, though. Jerry's got you covered. Give me a few hours and I'll be back with some options."

He strode away with great purpose, leaving you staring after him, a bit flummoxed at having somehow gained an ODST Fairy Godfather.

All considering, though, you could definitely use a little of that "feet first" attitude when it came to dating.

You were on your way to the mess for lunch when, as if by magic, Jerry appeared next to you once more.

"I've been going over the options, running the numbers, all that," he began without preamble. "You know that big amusement park that opened a few weeks ago, tallest roller-coaster on Reach, guaranteed thrills for all?"

"That's where I should take-?"

"You should absolutely not take her there. Think about it, she can jump from orbit without so much as a pod! How exciting is some plain ol' roller-coaster going to be to somebody who can orbital jump in just her armor?"

You nodded slightly, conceding the point.

"Same thing with the games. Punch a bag to show your strength? She can punch the whole machine onto the next continent. Hit a target? She's a sniper, my man. Even with the lousy 'guns' they use for those things, I'd bet you a whole year's salary that she'd make every shot. That's no fun for her. She'll want to be challenged, she'll want excitement! You've got to give her something she's not going to get any other way or why would she bother, right?"

You went from nodding to shaking your head to finally just doing a circle with your chin. "But I'm not that exciting," you said. "That's going to be impossible."

Jerry whipped out his padd. "I made some notes," he said and flipped it around so you could read the screen.

You leaned down a bit, squinting at the print. "Um, you know I couldn't survive that one, right? And I'm just straight-up not doing that one, that one or that one," you said, pointing at the corresponding bullet points.

"If you're worried about where to find a marching band, don't sweat it. I know a guy," he said confidently. "I can even convince him to throw in the venomous carnivores for free."

"I don't know," you said with a slight grimace. "None of this is my style."

"Really? Not even number 15?"

"Yeah, I'm definitely not doing battlefield karaoke. Besides, where would I find an Elite who could sing?"

"I know a guy," he repeated even more confidently.

"Maybe some other time. But thanks."

He waggled a finger at you. "I'm not going to give up on you, buddy. Not after you opened my eyes to the wonders of yoga."

"Are you feeling more centered and enlightened?"

"Eh, that, too," he said. "But I'm going to make sure that you show that Spartan the time of her life, even if it kills us both, don't you worry!"

He gave your shoulder a friendly punch and disappeared into the crowd before you could respond.

You were on an early shift today, so you decided to do some recon in the city. There were a few fancy restaurants there, would Kai like something like that? There were also movie theaters, some quite elaborate. That movie in the park you'd been about to see before the emergency deploy, she'd said she liked it, so was it playing somewhere? She might like the chance to see it in a more elegant setting. Or what about live performances? Did she like plays? Musicals?

You realized you had no idea about her taste in music or entertainment. Or food. Or pretty much anything important, the more you thought about it.

Frustrated, you let your feet carry you out of the city into the outskirts. There was one place you could go to clear your mind for a while. Maybe some fantastic, Spartan-worthy idea would come to you, then?

Not long into throwing balls for the pack of rescue dogs, you'd gotten the feeling you were being watched. Surreptitiously, you'd scanned the wooded area beyond the fenced-in yard but couldn't spot anything suspicious. Even after casually checking out the buildings of the animal sanctuary behind you, you didn't spot anybody watching you from a window or around a corner. Often, some of the other volunteers would gather to watch you playing with the dogs but you really didn't know why.

Deborah, one of the other volunteers, approached after a while, calling your name in greeting. "Want a break? I'll take a turn if you want to go visit your best girl. She's in her usual place."

"Sure, thanks," you said, tossing the ball to her and giving the dogs still clustered around you fond scratches. You headed back to where you'd left your shirt hanging on the porch railing but it was warm enough you'd worked up a light sweat, so you left it off. You found a place in the shade on the ground next to the steps to sit, letting your hand turn palm upwards on the grass.

You caught a glint of eyes beneath the steps but didn't say anything, knowing it was better to wait.

It didn't take nearly as along as it once had before there was movement from the corner of your vision. You still didn't react, keeping your gaze forward, but when a slightly cold, damp nose skimmed your palm, your mouth twitched.

It wasn't until the furry body sat next to you, close enough for the wiry fur to brush your arm, did you look at the small, gray dog. "And how are you today, Gigi?" you asked very softly.

You moved your hand up onto your lap and waited until she shifted to lean against your leg before slowly and gently petting her back. She sat there stiffly for a few more seconds, then finally sighed and laid down with her head propped onto your thigh.

"You know, you're welcome to play ball with the rest of them," you suggested and she rolled her dark eyes to look skeptically at you. "Or not," you concluded.

You both watched Deborah and the rest of the dogs for a while, then Gigi abruptly tensed and darted back under the steps a heartbeat before you heard the crunch of footsteps.

"Hey, marine," Kai said as she came around the corner of the building, dressed in dark civvies, the streak of red in her hair barely peeking out from under her black knit cap with the tear on the edge. "Got room for one more?"

You were on your feet and striding towards her before you even realized it. Halfway there, you realized you didn't know what you were going to do when you got there but fortunately, she didn't have the same problem.

As soon as you were within reach, she grabbed you into a massive embrace. For a long moment, you just closed your eyes and held onto her.

"When'd you get back?" you finally asked into her muscular shoulder.

"Couple of hours ago. Been in debrief for ages. Though poor Chief is still there, so guess I shouldn't complain."

"You all right? No casualties?"

"Silver's in one piece," she said which wasn't really an answer but you figured that was all she could say.

When you leaned back, you expected her to let you go but instead she shifted her hold so to touch your face.

"I'm glad to see you," she said, her tone husky.

"Yeah. Yeah, me, too," you stammered out, feeling tongue-tied.

And then she kissed you and, in addition to feeling bereft of words, you had your breath stolen as well.

You heard a faint growl come from under the porch and Kai released you, murmuring, "So, who's your friend down there? They sound like they're considering biting my ankle."

It took a few blinks before your brain resumed functioning again. "That's Gigi," you said. "She's had a rough go of it, doesn't trust very easily. Usually she wouldn't call attention to herself like that, though."

"She must like you, then," she said with a slight smile, "considering that she's warning me to back off."

You turned, finding that Gigi actually had her head poked out from under the porch, her lips curled and showing teeth. "That's not very nice," you admonished in a gentle tone. "You're both Spartans, you should stick together."

Gigi gave a displeased barky growl at that and vanished into the shadows once more.

"She's a Spartan, huh?" Kai remarked, biting her lip as if to restrain a grin.

"Well, she came to the sanctuary already answering to Gigi so they didn't want to change it," you explained. "So, I told her that it was short for Gorgo, you know, the Spartan queen? I thought she should have a strong name, something to give her courage when she needs it."

Kai looked at you as if you were too precious to be real. "I like it," she said. "Well, Queen Gorgo Gigi would be a welcome part of Silver Team, if she ever feels like joining."

"One day," you said. "Or at least I hope one day that she'll feel safe enough to come out and play ball."

"You'll get her there," she said confidently.

"You think so?"

"Yeah," she said with an encouraging nod. "You're good with her, I can tell. She trusted you enough to come out from her hiding place and sit with you. That's a big deal."

You arched an eyebrow. "How did you know that? Can Spartans see around corners now?"

It was her turn to look a bit sheepish. "I saw from the woods." She jutted her chin in a direction across the yard through the fence. "I, um, might've been watching you running around, playing ball."

"Why?"

She gave a huffing laugh. "Probably for the same reason why you watch me do my deadlift routine."

"Because it's an impressive display of strength and agility?"

She waggled her hand to indicate you were close.

You thought it over for a second. "Because you're hot?"

She did an on the nose gesture. "You didn't answer me before: you got room for one more or do you think it'll upset Gigi if I sit in her space?"

You glanced back as if the small dog would offer a comment. Her eyes glittered in the darkness, which told you she hadn't completely withdrawn. "I think it'll be all right," you finally surmised. "If she seems to get distressed, we can move."

Kai nodded and the both of you took a place on the ground with you the closest to the steps. You sat there in companionable silence for a while, watching Deborah throwing the ball to the pack of dogs.

Eventually, Deborah came your way, gesturing to Kai. "Want to take a turn? They've about run me out but I'd like to give them a little while longer to play."

Kai bounded to her feet. "Sure," she said eagerly. "Just… throw the ball for them?"

"Just throw the ball," the other woman confirmed.

Though you had no doubt that Kai could've thrown it three days' drive away even for the speediest Mongoose, she tempered her strength to mimic approximately how Deborah had been throwing it. Soon, she was laughing at the antics of the pack as they raced around. You noticed that she would also deliberately throw the ball to some of the smaller or slower dogs, giving them their turn as well.

She also paid attention to when they began showing signs of being tired. "Should I let them rest now?" she asked.

Deborah had found a place in the shade to sit far enough away that Gigi didn't withdraw further. At Kai's question, she pushed to her feet. "Yeah, they seem good. I think they'll all have solid naps now, thanks."

Then, as Kai approached and gave her back the ball, she went on, "We're always looking for people for play time like this, or even just feeding and filling water bowls. If you'd ever like to spend more time with them, please feel welcome. I know they'd love it."

"Thanks," Kai said with a broad smile. "I'd love it, too."

"You'll make sure she gets in?" you asked, inclining your head towards the little gray dog under the porch.

Deborah gave a wry smile. "Don't worry, I'll make sure she gets that spot she likes tucked away in the linen closet."

You turned to Kai and gestured for her to proceed.

"You don't tell Gigi goodbye?" she asked, arching a brow curiously.

"Gigi doesn't believe in goodbyes," you returned, partially because you thought it would make her smile.

The toothy grin she gave you went straight to the center of your chest. "Something else we have in common, then."

The walk back into the city was much more pleasant now that Kai was at your side. She couldn't tell you much about the mission Silver Team had been on but that was all right with you.

After she told you that she hadn't had time to grab anything to eat, you diverted your course to find the little out of the way diner you often frequented when off-duty.

As it turned out, Kai had never before had the chance to discover the wonders of the classic hamburger. The elderly owners were quick to ply her with every conceivable variation they could concoct.

Kai's enthusiasm was contagious and her appetite was indeed Spartan-sized. In the time it took you to eat three generously sized burgers, she'd gone through perhaps a dozen. The happiness radiating from her made it difficult for you to not grin like a fool.

She waved them off when they offered to grill up another. "I'm stuffed," she demurred. "Couldn't possibly fit in another bite."

"But," the silver-haired woman asked, "what about dessert? Do you like pie?"

"Pie?" she asked, her tone perking up. And, as it turned out, yes, she did.

When you requested the bill, Kai snatched it off the table in a move so fast you didn't even see a blur of motion.

"My treat," she said. "You can pay for the next date."

Her casual choice of words surprised you. Once you were outside, having promised the owners that you'd come back soon, you fell in line beside her.

"Was this a date?" you finally asked.

"It was to me," she said with a tiny smile and threaded her fingers through yours. "It was actually the most perfect date I could've imagined."

For a moment, you couldn't seem to remember what words were. Then you cleared your throat and said, "I have something for you."

"Did you knit me a gun cozy?" she asked eagerly.

You gave what you hoped was a mysterious smile. In truth, you probably just looked besotted. That was okay, though, because it inspired her to kiss you again.

Kai had remained outside of the marine barracks as you went in to retrieve her present. As you joined her, you noted about a dozen ODSTs and marines lurking none-too-stealthily nearby. One of the privates took a step in your direction and, from out of nowhere, ODST Jerry intercepted him, steering him back into the crowd.

He gave you a covert thumb's up, then disappeared again.

You'd thought you'd done a decent job wrapping the present in plain gray paper, tied with a silver ribbon, but when you actually saw it in her hands, you couldn't help but notice how it looked like a lumpy mess.

You should've put it in a box and had somebody professional do the wrapping. It was too late now, of course, but as she stood just looking at it, you wondered if you should offer to take it back and try again.

But then she glanced up at you and her eyes shone with a surprisingly wet sheen. "Thank you," she said quietly. "I love it."

"But you haven't even seen it," you protested mildly.

"Don't have to. I love it already."

You would've expected her to tear through the paper in a split-second but instead she carefully slid the ribbon free, then undid each seam with careful precision. It was almost as if she had never been given a--

The thought hit you as if you'd walked straight into a wall.

Then the thought made you want to punch the wall. She had never been given a wrapped present before.

It was a good thing she was preoccupied with the wrapping paper because you'd never been that great at concealing your feelings, especially when something made you see red. Scuttlebutt about how Dr. Halsey had treated the Spartans had never been particularly kind but you suddenly had an inkling of just how very unkind the treatment had been. Spartans weren't unthinking, unfeeling machines, no matter what anyone had ever said. It was true that they seemed more… animated since Dr. Keyes had taken over the program but maybe that was merely because she was allowing them to be?

It was all way above your pay grade but your feelings for Kai—

Okay, yeah, you had to admit it at least to yourself: you had feelings for her. Pretending to be in a relationship had been only been pretend for you at the very start. Kai was easy to care about, easy to admire, easy to want to be around.

The kissing was also a fantastic perk to the pretending, of course, but even if that had never been a thing, you would've still wanted to spend time with her.

As she undid the final piece of tape, she glanced up at you again and whatever she saw this time made her straighten. "You okay?" she asked.

"Sure." Your attempt to clear all of those feelings off your face was obviously an abject failure, so you went with it. "Hoping you like your gifts."

"There's more than one in here?"

"Finish opening and find out."

She slowly peeled the paper back, as if loathe to have the experience end. Oh, you were definitely getting her more wrapped presents, ASAP.

"I noticed yours was torn," you said as she gently lifted up the black knit cap from the rest of the bundle.

She made a surprisingly squeaky sound as she turned it and the metallic thread of the embroidery along the wide brim caught the light. "Is this my sniper? And a Needler? A MA5C? These are all my favorite weapons!"

"I know," you returned, then grinned as she actually spun in an excited circle.

She yanked off her old cap and put the new one on with reverence. "I just wish I could wear it and look at it at the same time," she said and you gestured at the package she still held in her hands.

She lifted the scarf out next, making another squeaky sound as she took in the matching embroidered pattern across both ends. After throwing it around her neck, she looked at you, this time with heat. "Would you want to come back to my room so I can model these for you?"

You stared quizzically at her, about to point out that she was modeling them, wasn't she?

But before you could speak, she leaned in closer to murmur, "So I can model only these for you?"

You blinked. It took two tries but finally you got out a heartfelt, "Ma'am, yes, ma'am."

As she grabbed your hand and pulled you away, you passed ODST Jerry now in the middle of the group of rapt onlookers.

"I taught him everything he knows," he was saying with a proud sniff. "Now, c'mon, everybody pay up. Yeah, and maybe if you're lucky, ol' Jerry here will help you make a Spartan love connection, too."

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empresskadia · 2 months

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Part II (I don't know how many parts this is):

For Naomi-010, there was comfort in the routine.

Oftentimes, the Spartan-II enjoyed using the knowledge that was drilled into her during training when there was something on her mind. In particular, she liked to tinker - to maintain her weapons and armor while making the occasional change here and there. It was a moment of peace and reflection that allowed her to think without staying idle. When someone asked her if she could take a look at their sniper rifle, she jumped at the opportunity.

The dismantlement, inspection, and cleaning of a SRS-99D was instinctual at this point. Her practiced hands allowed her to switch to autopilot, to think and observe while going through the motions to make short work of the task. While her hands reassembled the rifle, her mind was elsewhere, wandering. Thoughts of a certain ODST Gunnery Sergeant she was partnered with were at the forefront of her mind. Lately, it seemed most of her thoughts were about you.

Oftentimes, the little things about you would leave her feeling flustered, replaying in her head in the quiet moments of the day. Small things like how that twinkle in your eyes seemed to brighten when you saw her or the way your voice was softer, more genuine when you spoke to her made the tips of Naomi's ears burn without fail. Right now, though, she was repeating something you had said on that last drop.

I got lucky enough to meet you, didn't I?

Her cheeks singed at the memory. The Spartan could vividly recall how radiant you looked as you said those few gilded words that left her speechless. She could recall that ever present twinkle in your eyes that seemed to absorb the starlight above you, the way the corner of your eyes crinkled when you smiled - a smile that wasn't the polite, forced one you used with other officers but one that was luminously genuine. In the days since, she repeated that night over and over until she came to a relevation.

Naomi was no fool. She knew exactly what she was feeling for you, and that was the issue. She didn't know what to do now that she knew. Should she just tell you? Would it interfere on the battlefield? Will it ruin your friendship? Would you even accept her feelings? So many unknowns she couldn't know.

What she did know was that the very idea of such a relationship would probably break several rules and regulations, and would definitely have some form of consequence if caught, but doing nothing with this insight was starting to frustrate her. She was planning ahead when she didn't even know how to tell you, which is why her evening was spent in the armory thinking and tinkering. How does a Spartan-II tell someone that they were interested in them romantically?

"Oh! I didn't expect to see you in here so late."

Reality came rushing back into focus with you leaning on the door to the armory dressed in full ODST gear. The visor to your helmet cleared and she could see the lopsided grin you were giving her as you made your way over to the cozy little corner she called her own.

"Busy day?" The Spartan asked.

"More of the same." You shrugged, rolling your shoulders before taking off your helmet. "Just finished running some drills with the kids. This seat taken?"

"I don't know." Naomi hummed. "I was saving it for my dance partner."

"Unfortunately for you," You chuckled as you plopped down across from her, "I don't dance."

"What if I said pretty please?"

"Not a chance."

A comfortable silence swiftly fell between the two of you as you settled in next to the Spartan-II, taking to leaning your head on the table while she put the finishing touches on the rifle. As she admired her work, she worked up the nerve to ask you a question that had been bothering her for a while now.

"Can I ask you something?"

I'm giggling, I'm squealing, I'm legit kicking my feet. I've been waiting for this beauty.

I didn't even realize this was before they got together until now and omgg, I'm getting the full content.

I just need you to know, I love this.

Ahhhh, she knows she's in love and she is in love. And the banter with her!!!

I almost did an annotated read of this but I didn't want to wait till morning to read it, I wanted the content right away.

#halo #halo series #naomi 010 x reader #naomi 010 #this is what i wait for #i will be finishing the naomi gentle touches chapter for you #so you get naomi content too #halo x reader

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darksouls2yuri · 9 months

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ur making me want to get into halo but I don’t know anything about halo. tell me why I should get into halo

‼️OK DISCLAIMER I WROTE A LOT‼️

ive technically been into halo since i was a little kid. my first experience with it was my older cousins playing halo 2 multiplayer and handing me a controller to terrorize me (they did this with black ops 2 also). that jumpstarted me being captivated by halo. i was really into how the spartans looked i was like. woaaah these dudes are awesome. which is a no brainer bc i also thought clone troopers were awesome as a little kid too (they still are. i love star wars prequels and i really like halo a lot).

anyway. i really think the expanded canon of halo is interesting! theres a lot of stuff to pick through and a lottttt of lore. theres like over 30 books for these games. im only like a chapter into the first one (which its really good so far. im really into fall of reach). the gameplay isnt really anything to write home about to me, but im not a huge fan of shooters in general. i like the COD campaign stories, hate watching the missions. same for Halo. i loveeee the arbiter sections in Halo 2 though. his HUD is purple and you can go stealth mode :)

the story for the original 3 games is really good! and reach and odst are also very good. theyre all solid games. really good dialogue, master chief is short and blunt, cortana is a kind of funny/witty nag, johnson is so so funny. AND MIRANDA. REALLY AWESOME I LIKE HER A LOT. i love 343 guilty spark hes also very funny, a little blue cuck ball type beast. and i love the arbiter hes awesome. verbose and honorful i love him. the graveminds dialogue in 2&3 is just like aaaaaah its so awesome really clever and powerful stuff. the games themselves are also super beautiful, the art direction and sound design are so so good and really make the games come together beautifully.

i think a good place to start would just be to look up a longplay of halo, or maybe an overview video/series of the story. obviously i havent played the games first hand, my beautiful wife is doing all the playing because i dont think i would be able to do that myself.

anyway i really like halo and i love master chief and the arbiter. i want to put master chief in my pocket and let him take a nap while i go to panera bread with thel 'vadam.

#ask #SORRY I WROTE SO MUCH. I LIKE HALO AND I COULDNT THINK OF HOW TO CONCISELY TALK ABT IT. THERES JUST SO MUCH

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b-312-mia · 2 years

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In The End

Noble six x reader

Faint sounds of fire crackling filled up the once was mainly empty cave which was now more of a hide away for yn and noble six, until some rescue group is sent or they found a way to leave. Ever since Reach was glassed com signal has been nothing but shit. It was noble sixes first glassing but somewhat the opposite for yn, if you count them bein on alpha nine under bucks Command and witnessing the start of New Mombasa glassing otherwise it could be they're first. After the lost of Rookie it was hard for everyone in alpha nine, eventually after a while the team went separate ways, but once in a while will meet up for a simple dinner. After a good few weeks for yn they eventually became a squad leader themselves for they're own team. Hard at first, settling in as a leader while still recovering from rookies death, it eventually became easy after a while. Awkward in the very beginning but eventually yn came up with a way to slowly break the ice which worked, became close, real close, as a family at that, but In The End, all good things end. While on Reach with Noble Team not only witnessing the deaths of sixes teammates but you're own. Oh the guilt... what a bitch. The flashbacks, everything. Looking over at the 1000 lb spartan who was sitting across from you now next to you, aware of how you're clearly feeling. It was interesting, all Civilians, Higher Command Staff, ODST, ONI even believed in the stereotypical stuff around Spartans being nothing but superhuman,merciless, Killing machines with no emotions, but six has shown otherwise. Despite his past of being a Lone wolf, which noble team managed to help him slowly break the mindset of, has shown how he cares for his own teammates, how close he is with them and how much his teammates death took a drastic impact on him. You knew he was afraid of Loosing you, and you wouldn't blame him. Too much has happened that if you lost either or, the other would more in likely go insane on a full rampage. His silence reminded you of Rookie in a way, how silent he was but put his genuine feelings in actions, funny how he didn't talk much but you both were always found with one another, though six can and will talk, he was still a more of putting his genuine emotions through his actions guy which you didn't mind. Spacing off at the entrance of the cave as you sat there and thought to yourself.. how were y'all gonna leave.. what is going to happen when you do.. what if there's no way to leave.. your mind kept racing slowly making you have a headache before a gloved hand reached and held one of you're's. "You know thinking is good but there should be a limit." He spoke tiredly. You wouldn't blame him, the firefight with back to back waves of Covenant and trying to survive took a drastic impact of energy. "I know.. but" being cut off as he place one of his fingers over your lips to make it clear for you to be quiet. "Shh, here eat this and rest. We can plan something when we have enough energy to go and explore Reach after the glassing for any luck on anything" handing you an MRE before opening one himself, "will do Leiutenant" emphasizing heavily on the Leiutenant before looking at him making yall both laugh, before he shooked his head. "Honestly, the only reason why I'm sane right now is because you're here. Otherwise I would've been gone mentally." He admitted, making you smile at his words, though at other times he could be cheesy, with you he didn't hesitate to talk, not even one bit. "I could say the same" you replied as you looked out the cave entrance, evident is night as you waited for the main entree of the MRE to finish heating up. Maybe In The End not everything is gonna be a giant pill of shit, but you weren't gonna jinx it.. who knows maybe he could taken from you in the blink of your eye, looking at the spartan who was struggling due his gloves you couldn't help but snicker some before offering to help him open a small packet....

Hi there, I'm B-312-MIA! Must say this is my first fanfic in a long while and I'm still learning more about Noble Team due to me being more of an ODST halo person. I hope yall enjoy this little one shot we can call it I suppose. But do if you ever have a suggestion I should write please share, I don't mind writing anything though smut would take a bit longer due to me not writing those much. But I won't waste any more of y'alls time and let y'all have at it. :))

#halo reach x reader #halo reach noble six #noble six x reader #noble team x reader #six x reader #spartan b312 x reader #spartan-b312 #noble six #halo x reader #halo reach #halo spartan #halo #noble team #fanfic

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biomecharnotaurus · 1 year

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Would you please bless me with your knowledge about michael bairn ancient one

He doesn't exactly have that much lore outside of his short story rip

I'll throw in a couple of random facts that are not super specified in the animation without too many spoilers.

He was a scottish ODST sergeant, weirdly tall and too large for his branch (ODST are just common human marines, a bit better than the regular UNSC marines but they aren't cyborgs like spartans). For instance, the average sangheili (one of the sapient alien species) should be almost 8 ft (around 2,50 m) tall, the tallest one we know about being almost 12 ft (3,54 m) tall. They usually tower over spartans (the average spartan is 7 ft tall)...aaand this is Baird next to a sangheili elite.

So yes this random guy just happened to be taller than the average super cyborg space soldier and it's canon. He is even taller than John.

Despite the good medical records of both him and the rest of his family he is one of the very rare cases of humans in the 2500's to get cancer.

Even if not mentioned in the animation, he completely broke every single bone in his hand while bitch slapping that elite (sangheili are VERY strong. They can tear a human a part in seconds and they aren't easy to injure without weapons), but while doing so he also broke 2 of his jaws and got him very pissed so that was worth it I guess

His comfort memory is just him making snow angels as a kid, back when he lived in Edinburgh (not many humans live/are born on Earth in the Halo universe).

His nickname is simply "Mick". Not even Mike. Not even Sarge. Mick.

#I specified some of the general stuff because idk if you and most of my not-Halo followers are too familiar with the lore #just to be sure 🤠#Michael Baird #ask #ilikedrawingbutikindofsuckatit

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republicsecurity · 4 months

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Behind the illusion

Don't read this if you are afraid of getting your illusion and fantasy destroyed. Read this if you want to embrace this kind of creativity and maybe help in writing stories, reports or snippets from this world.

Some people have asked how I generate this stories and the artwork. It is simple: it's a mixture of midjourney AI generated pictures and processing done in Affinity Publisher. The text are made with the help of ChatGPT after setting a lot of parameters or learning the model.

So how do I make the pictures? I have found pictures look well if you design them around the following prompt:

"A Cinematic Scene from 2023, sci-fi Drama, "Resilience", close up shot, one smiling teenage male cadet in red one piece uniform with shaved head, talking on videoconference, captured by Handheld camera, film directed by Greta Gerwig, Inspiring, toom call, --style raw --ar 21:9"

Midjoruney gives me this for examples and I use the upscale button to make the bigger.

--ar 21:9 = defines a hight and wideness. Here I choose to make the pictures wider. If you do nothing you get 1:1 which you can well use for instagram.

The prompt should be structured like this:

Setting the scene - (closeup, panorama, bird eye,...), then the subject, then more info about the camera, film. it's also possible to go for a style. I often opt for "ODST", by "Syd Mead", or "Tron".

See full instructive article: https://linusekenstam.substack.com/p/tutorial-dynamic-prompting

Also you can use the pan option:

to get these by simple repeating the command:

For angles use this guide

Another technique I like is varying this prompt:

I got this from him:

A photo from first person POV | while climbing through a street at golden hour | talking to a cadet in red body suit with shaved head | like a FPS videogame | from the angle, style of ODST --ar 16:9 --style raw --no helmet

As you can see I used "style of ODST" and "ar 16:9" to have a video game like image. Not every command produces what you want and you have to settle for it sometimes or try.

How to make these into more complex Images?

I do some creative after processing. Lets show on this picture:

As you can see, this is already some interactions of the base prompt. I then copy the picture into Affintiy Publisher:

I then use the image adjustment tools "fx" to change the colours and thus often the moods of the images. So you can make it look like a green tinted night vision image.

Also through publisher I add text overly, the helmet POV corners, symbols, etc...

Items and Mockups

From time to time its nice to have some items and mockups, sometimes in colours that they are not necessarily in real life.

Here in the Accessories page I created everything, except the chastity cage by Midjourney. The prudes don't let you create these things, so for sexual stuff you have to either use things that looks like it or use other sources.

I then combine these images on a bigger DIN A4 sizes canvas, that often emphasises the meaning.

mockup of a red flightsuit uniform on white background --style raw

I usually upscale and then use the picture I like best.

Examples

panorama shot a group ODST paramedic cadet with helmet in red full body armour, shot on Kodak Chrome, marching on a training ground, in the style of double exposure, red and green, mixed race , male --style raw --ar 16:9

a young men with a shaved head trying on some red ODST body armour, workshop, captured by Handheld camera, mixed race; image split into 4, shot from different angle, bright colours --style raw

Angles

Futuristic Filmschool Portrait, young cadet with shaved head in red flightsuit uniform, standing in front of a grey wall, Detailed Face, Minimal Composition, Simplicity, Awardwinning Muted Colors --ar 9:16 --seed 5000

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Text and story is an entirely different thing. I use chat GPT after i gave it some basic instructions, biggest problem was to let it write about mind control and chastity without disapproval. I still don't remember how I made it do that.

#ai art #ai artwork #midjourney #chatgpt #prompts

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spectresbase · 5 months

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Spectre's Holiday Advent Calendar Days 2 & 3

Posting this weekend late because I was out of town. Thank you to @Nexisfusion and @DukeChewie for letting me play with your OCs for these.

Day 2:

“Fuck! Right there! Eat that pussy you fucking bitch!” Up on her shoulders, knees by her head, Athena, Spartan B-300, shook as the ODST she’d picked up in the camp’s ramshackle excuse for a bar devoured her cunt like they were gonna die tomorrow and this was her last meal. Which, hell, far as they knew, they might. Tomorrow Athena’s fire team was being sent to explosively dismantle a Covenant motor pool in preparation for a full blown counter attack by the Marines. Marines this ODST would likely be among. So yeah. Tomorrow they might die. But that was tomorrow’s problem.

The marine bore down on her hard, tongue fucking her hole while she resettled her legs under her. Athena screamed and thrashed, playing into the energy she wanted from the night. The ODST gave it right back. Weight shifted, she pulled her mouth back long enough to spit on Athena’s slit then slapped it. Hard. Athena moaned. “You like that?” The marine did it again, this time leaving her hand on the wet lips and rubbing hard. “You like having your cunt slapped?” “Only if you actually do it.” Athena shot back, looking up between her knees to meet the other woman’s eyes. “Fuck those love taps. Slap me like you mean it!” “Like this?” *slap!* “Or this?” *SLAP!* “I almost felt that one!” Bringing her own hands up, Athena grabbed the marine’s short cropped hair and practically slammed her mouth back against her cunt. “Now, fucking eat me, bitch!”

The tongue pushed back inside her and Athena howled in delight. *****

Legs locked into chains hanging off a power armor frame, Cherrybomb half lay, half hung upsidedown, ready to be hoisted up and used by any of these wanna-be raider fuck heads any time they wanted. And the funny part was, she’d fucking volunteered! Told them they could do whatever they wanted as long as she got to walk away with that sweet little custom Red Rocket Launcher the leader hadn’t even known how to hold properly. She’d done a lot of crazy things in her life, but this might be one of the dumbest. And it was fucking awesome!

“This crazy bitch creamed herself again!” The one she’d dubbed Pretty Boy’d come over to check her out, pulling on the chains till her hips were lifted so high her tits fell in her face. “You should see how it tastes.” She suggested, waggling her eyebrows as best she could upside down. “Better than Nuka Cola. Promise.”

“Fuck it, why not.” Dropping down behind her, he hooked his arms up under her legs, and drove his tongue into her twat. He wasn’t gentle about it. No warm up. No teasing the outer lips or playing with her clit. He went straight for the goods, tongue pushing as deep as he could get it before wiggling it around. For a wanna-be raider, Pretty Boy had a decent tongue. Soon enough she was squirming and rolling her hips as best she could in the chains, moaning and swearing up a storm the whole time. When he finally lifted his face from her crotch, his mouth and chin glistened in the shitty lighting of the Red Rocket station they’d claimed as their ‘base’. She grinned at him past her tits. “Looking good, Pretty Boy. How’d I taste?” “Not as good as Nuka Cola.” He wiped his mouth and spat. “But better than Gwinnett stout.” “Flatter. If you don’t like the taste, maybe you should just fuck it instead.” He was already undoing his belt.

#not sfw #smut #adult fanfiction #fanfiction #original character #lemon #fallout 4 #halo

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bloodgulchblog · 10 months

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Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love 🌼

(I normally don't do ask game chains like this but this is a good one.)

UHHHHH MY STUFF

OKAY IF YOU WANT

My favorite of my own fics are:

Smoke If You Got 'Em, in which the Arbiter and the Master Chief are not friends but maybe they can get there. (Set during the voyage from Earth to the Ark on Halo 3, which actually takes several weeks it doesn't mention. Sergeant Johnson features heavily. Also, there's paintball.)

When You Come Back Down, in which the Master Chief gets himself hurt shortly after the end of Halo Infinite and the Pilot and the Weapon drag his stupid ass to the current UNSC survivor rally-point. (I have low-key lost my sense of where I'm going with it, but I have covered so much ground in this fic re: what goes on inside the Chief's head as of Infinite, and how people are starting to feel about it. Also: Slowburn Chiefpilot.)

Legacy System Support is my favorite of my oneshots, though it was hard not to say Sometimes The S In ODST Is For Stupid. In the gulf between 5 and Infinite somewhere, John and Kelly talk about helmet firmware, Chief Mendez, not being okay, teamwork, and unfunny jokes. (I especially think Kelly and John's friendship is deeply important. They are each the other's oldest friend, they matter a lot to each other, and often the only time I see people talk about them it's in a romantic context and....... I super don't ship it. If you want a thing done, you gotta do it yourself, etc etc.)

...Anyway, this is my best shitpost. (nsfw text, it's the one I tried to learn some Blender about)

And this is my favorite Halo meta post. (It's the one where I was asked about Spartan lore/advice for figuring out a Spartan-II or Spartan-III oc)

I'm also pretty fond of my book summaries, they're mostly pretty fun for me (except when they're not). I should do those again. There are so many things I could revisit and tell you guys about.

#ask game #ahhhhhhh #talking about my own stuff feels like cheating

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Deadline: February 1st, 2024 Payment: Royalties Theme: Space soldiers during an assault Genre: Military Science Fiction Theme: Assault on the beachhead or LZ (landing zone) Concept: We’re looking for the vibe of the ODST from HALO or the men and women from Starship Troopers. These are the soldiers who’re riding flying coffins to the ground so they can make a beachhead for the main assault. Word Count: 5,000 – 10,000 (standard word count) Opening Essay by: TBD Edited by: JR Handley & Bayonet Books Anchor Author: TBD Due Date: February 1, 2024 Email Submissions to: [email protected] with “Contested Landing” in the subject line Payment: Stories selected for publication in the upcoming Anthology(ies), will receive a percentage of sales divided equally between the contributing authors. We are looking for amazing stories from any genre that are fun to read and will take us on an adventure of epic proportions. Please download our standards template by clicking here ***NOTE*** We publish genre fiction with aspects of Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror. If your work does not include one of these aspects, we are less likely to pick up the title unless it is of exceptional quality. What we are NOT currently accepting: Poetry Single-author collections of short stories. Hard and fast rules of what not to send: Fan-fiction: Just simply don’t. It will be immediately deleted or tossed into the recycle bin. Gratuitous Sexuality: (i.e. smut, softcore porn) (Please, we know that there is a market out there for stories in this genre, but it’s not for us. Contact our affiliate, Tanglewood press for submissions in this genre at tanglewoodromance (at) gmail.com Gratuitous Abuse/Violence: While we at Three Ravens Publishing understand that graphic situations can alter or otherwise move the plot forward in ways that the reader may not expect when properly used, these elements should not, however, be the primary focus of the story. (i.e. torture porn). Discrimination: Again, whether racial, religious, social, etc., when used properly as a plot device can become a powerful tool in the authors arsenal, but should in no way become the focus of the story unless you’re writing something along the lines of “Schindler’s List”, “To Kill a Mockingbird” or “Uncle Tom’s Cabin”. And we do understand that to be perfectly accurate, period pieces will contain such things because historically, that is what happened. It’s sad, but it’s the truth. Message Fiction: While we understand that everyone has their own stance on a myriad of subjects that can become very emotional and heated, we will not publish message fiction. Message fiction is defined as: Fiction that attempts to convey a sociopolitical message, as opposed to mere escapism. That being said, message fiction can crop up from many different topics. The cut and dry of it. If it doesn’t add to the story, don’t do it. If the story itself is a platform for you as the author to get up on your soapbox, then don’t bother submiting the piece, because we don’t want it. Special Note: RPG and game-based stories: We do accept these types of stories; however, your submission may not violate any game’s copy written, or trademarked, content. (refer back to the line above on fan fiction. We do not want it and will not accept it.). As an example, you might have a character running around in one of the popular online multiplayer games. You might want to write a story about your character’s adventures. That, in itself, is fine. Do not mention characters, creatures or the game world itself. Rename them to something of your own creation. We do understand that the muse may strike at any time and that ideas can come from anywhere. So please, before submitting, ensure that what you have submitted will not violate any copyright or trademark laws. Reprints/previously published: We accept previously published works as long as you have the rights and can provide proof (if necessary). Other than that, we really want to see what you have.

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