Okay, I'm Officially Obsessed With This Little Weirdo. First He's Got A Crush On Eido, Now He's Talking

Some older art inspired by the inimitable writing skills of @gileonnen, imagining a secret conversation between two lovestruck *Ghosts* (and letting me stretch my character design muscles lol) x

Bonus:

I want more female characters who are just so bad at comforting others. Not for lack of trying or caring, they just get so so awkward when someone's upset, and they try to repeat things they've heard even if it doesn't necessarily apply to the situation, or they accidentally say the wrong thing and make it worse. If someone cries they panic and throw every single comfort technique down at once and it only helps because it's such bizarre behaviour

Yo, Has anyone seen Jibanyan's Chocobars commercials? Apparently some of them are lost media. I found one of them in my files and I love this one:

After hearing this dialogue I had this idea of Crow asking YW how they cope with this being the way things are. How does it not get to them? Normally YW would shrug it off with an 'It is what it is' attitude but they know Crow has been struggling since the Osiris reveal. So instead, for once, they are as open and honest with Crow as he always seems to be with them. YW tells them something nobody else knows...

“You know, I have an apartment in the city but I don’t really spend my nights there that often. Especially after the Red War. Sometimes I fly around and find a place I like the look of in the middle of nowhere, I do scans to see if it is safe, and I just stay there. I’ve chosen a lot of different places but my favourites are the clearings in deep valleys, next to open water with forest covered mountains on either side. And I have this sweater… I bought it from Eva a long time ago. I don’t know what I was thinking at the time. It isn’t the prettiest and it is big, so big I think it’d be a loose fit on Shaxx even. It is warm though, and so much more comfortable than any armour I have. Wearing it feels like a different type of security. I’ll wear that, sometimes even sleep in it, and in the mornings I’ll walk bare foot in the grass or sit on top of my ship with some tea in my hands and I’ll just…”

They take a deep breath before continuing. They’ve already said more than they’ve ever told anybody but the next part… It feels like too much. Like exposing a weak spot.

“Sometimes… Sometimes I pretend my ship isn’t a ship at all but a small house made of wood and stone. I think I saw something like that once. Not the ruins of one but a picture. I like to imagine I am sitting out on steps with nothing to think of other than what to eat later and how to waste away the day. I’d spend hours just listening to the sounds that surround me but not because I need to. I wouldn’t be straining my ears for signs of a potential threat just… listening to the world. There’d be no purpose, no mission. I think that version of me would have a dog… or maybe a wolf. I know how ridiculous that sounds, the Young Wolf with a wolf, but I’ve always loved the wolves at the Iron Temple…”

They trail off. For the first time since they started speaking they turn to look at Crow and find him already looking at them. His expression is soft and he is smiling. It makes them feel seen and vulnerable in way they aren’t used to. In a way they aren't sure they like.

"Yea, anyway. Sorry for rambling on. I suppose what I am trying to say is that I struggle too so..." They shrug and make a show of stretching as though they've been sitting too long, "I really need to get back. Things to kill; reports to write about killing."

Crow speaks before they can make their escape.

“I think I’d like to see one of your places one day, if you don't mind the intrusion. I know I definitely want to see this sweater.”

There’s laughter in his eyes as he says that last part. While doing their best to hide their own growing laughter behind a glare, they shove him off balance and into the dirt.

"You wouldn't be able to handle the sweater."

Source

I came across the yautja raised by humans trope and I can’t stop thinking about it? Like yautja reader being raised on a ranch and now (~60 years later) takes care of the animals around their land before coming across another adult yautja on the hunt. Just bump into each other in the middle of the night and stare at each other in silence. You, wearing chaps and a wild rag, while he’s fully decked out in armor and weapons. VERY different first thoughts on each other.

You, stressing out because he killed the mountain lions in the area which means the ecosystem is now FUCKED™:

The hunter, livestreaming this to the ship for the homies bc he’s never seen a cowboy yautja before:

"ohh my god you can't just-"

Am I yours to command? Does the collar 'round my neck have your name on it? I kneel to no king nor god, and I see no crown on you.

Missing puzzle

That one piece of dialogue where you do something really stupid but he still has to be nice

Bungie has taken direct action against the alien fuckers and it’s been hell. 

(The post, for those lucky enough to have not seen it yet.)