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Oh gosh its so hard to pick just one part that I’m the most curious about!!! BUT the crown chicken definitely got me wondering about other wildlife + plants you have for Chorus, and how they’re used by or effect life for Chorusans 👀 ~GHR

Oh god this was sitting in my inbox for forever and I forgot about it.

I'm bad at explaining things in a concise manner so here's a passage from my (extremely corny) everyone lives AU where the team is discussing wildlife post-war instead :-) Not exactly a detailed answer but it features a cursory glance at my headcanons for this topic.

For once, they're actually talking about something important. Tucker's reading something off his datapad while Epsilon scrolls through documents for him. "Yeah, so…Kimball, Grif, and me were talking about focusing on ranches instead, which would take some work, but it's better than most alternatives."

"Honestly? Thank god. The not-chicken is fine, but it gets boring when it's the only meat to choose from." Simmons prods at something on Grif's plate, almost like he's bored. "It'd be nice to have more diverse options."

"And we're not just having the old 'SC zap us some cows because…?" Sarge asks. "General said she'd put a pin in the idea and never got back t'me."

"We don't know how they'd interact with the environment. They might die from eating the grass here." Grif swats Simmons away. "Or introduce a million diseases that'd force us to use the Procreation Temple again."

A resounding god, no passes round the table. Locus shifts uncomfortably, and Lopez glances over to see a confused furrow in his brows. ⟨You don't want to know,⟩ Lopez tells him lowly, and Locus just nods in agreement.

"Chorus's got a lot of endemic species, but most of them are bugs and plants. Not to mention the rodent problem. Edible, but not exactly enough to sustain everyone. Only a few clusters of bigger animals." Epsilon pulls up some pictures and spreadsheets on Chorus's fauna. "But anything's an option."

Tex leans over Tucker's shoulder to look at the diagrams. "Is food really a problem? Seems like we're doing fine as is."

Washington shakes his head, swallowing his sip of water. "It's not, but a lot of our current solutions are reliant on either the UNSC or the temples. Santa says there's no problem with us abusing the temples to our advantage, so long as they stay intact and respected. Kimball would still prefer avoiding it becoming a crutch. She wants Chorus self-sustained and independent."

"Huh. I'd just keep abusing the temples if the AI running 'em said it was okay." The ex-Freelancer leans back, arms crossed. "She's real picky about it, ain't she?"

"Just honorable and thorough," Carolina says, almost defensively. Tex nods as though she doesn't even notice Carolina's vague hostility toward her. "Our research teams have been studying wildlife since the war ended, but after we rediscovered the domesticated gallus corona, the rest of them stopped being a priority."

"There are a lot of really familiar animals out here. I mean, I was with most of the teams doing early research, and you can tell just by looking," Simmons hesitates briefly when everyone's attention turns to him, but continues to tap around on his own data pad. "There are at least three species that closely resemble bovine, which could be a good start. We don't know how the meat is until we cut them open, though."

"We could farm the fish, too. I know some of the Chorusans have eaten them before, anyway," Doc points out. "It'd be good to consider for anyone who can't eat the other meat."

Tucker taps on his data pad, making note of the suggestion. "That's possible. But, like…I feel like it's more of a pain in the ass because then we have to build docks and boats and nets and shit. Buoyancy and water research. A ranch is mostly just buildings and a fence, like how the coops are just a decked out building frame."

"Unless you have ideas, Lopez, since you're probably going to be in charge of most of the building process if we construct docks," Carolina interjects. Lopez is startled by the attention drawn to him, scowl deepening.

⟨Ideas, sure. The dock won't be hard if someone can get me specifics on the water properties of the build site. But I can only handle so much water myself.⟩ He shrugs. He's more interested in the idea of working on boats, but whatever. ⟨I can draw up blueprints, but I'm more accurate when I just build.⟩

Tucker makes another note. Grif holds a hand up. "We haven't really bothered interacting with the wildlife yet, is the problem. We don't know if any of them are, like, sapient. Or particularly murderous."

"We can get a squad together for it." Epsilon takes over Tucker's notes to add some of his own. "We have heavy weaponry, power armor, and a bunch of sharpshooters. A vicious animal can't be that bad."

"If the pirates could hunt them to near-extinction for sport like the assholes they were, I doubt it'll be that bad," Tucker snorts, humorless. Then he flinches and looks across the table at Locus. "Not that—I mean, you—it's—my bad."

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is ur icon a slightly different drawing of tucker than the last one? he still looks cool as fuck i just didn’t notice at first lol

It is!! I felt like changing it up :)

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A little draw Locpez modern au with my designs!

Thanks @lavernius for the idea of this two:

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Jinying Hao.

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Does it still count as scary dog privilege if it goes both ways?

RVB Rarepair week Day 5: MONSTER MASH!!!

Vampire Lopez x Werewolf Locus

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something about trust

Writing below the cut!

“How… does it feel?” Locus asked haltingly. Lopez shrugged. “<Weird. But I expected that.>” Locus hummed, his brow furrowed like he was lost in thought as he scanned Lopez’s face. Lopez grabbed Locus’ wrists, bringing his hands to his throat.  “What are you--?” “<One way to test it. Take my head off.>” Locus’ eyes widened, his expression turning panicked. He tried to pull his hands away, but Lopez held him steady. “<You are the only person strong enough,>” Lopez said firmly, giving the other no room to balk any further. “<If this synthskin doesn’t fix the problem, I want to know now, not later.>” Lopez could feel the way Locus’s hands shifted, his fingers flexing as he fought some internal debate. Lopez couldn’t read his mind, but the flicker of those marble grey eyes was telling as Locus looked at his hands around Lopez’s throat, then to his face and then back again and again. “<It doesn’t hurt, if that’s what all this fuss is about.>” Not strictly true, having his head removed wasn’t exactly a pleasant feeling. But better to do it now, with some degree of control, than in the middle of a fight or an accident. The sensation of feeling everywhere his skin touched was strange though, the normally very localized sensors spread out across the surface of the synthskin. Was this how humans felt things all the time? No wonder they were so easily distracted. Neither of them moved. “You’re certain?” Locus asked finally, his voice little more than a whisper. Lopez raised an eyebrow and let himself grin just a little at being able to convey the sentiment properly. Maybe there were some advantages to the synthskin after all. “<I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.>” A nod, then the pressure. Lopez knew Locus was strong, for a human, but the feeling of his hands tightening around his neck and pulling at his jaw, the base of his metal skull…  His head didn’t budge, and the pressure eased. Lopez clicked his tongue, releasing Locus’ wrists. “<Good. That is one problem fixed, at least.>”

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I was going to come off anon for this one but forgot tumblr wont let you ask things from sideblogs fucked up anyways

I would LOVE to hear your chorus worldbuilding too bc taking a world and developing it is one of my Favorite games in any setting and its always so fun to hear other people’s little speculative biology/meteorology/geography/economy/society builds 👀👀👀 but i understand that might b a lot to get into so no pressure i just live for this kind of thing ^v^

~ grif-hawaiian-rolls (seriously tumblr please just let me ask from a side blog i beg)

Sat on this ask for a bit but it's like, really hard for me to gather all my Chorus thoughts. My ideas get so granular that I can't get into them in one post. But if there's anything specific you want my take on (their society, the temples, their infrastructure, their relationships, etc) just LMK :)

For now you can look at this "chicken" that I headcanon to be their most consistent food source immediately after the war.

I think the Pirates hunted a few species of animals into near-extinction during their time planetside, but these guys are pretty common. They're called "crown chickens" despite not being related to Galliformes at all. They look like chickens crossed with ducks and can get pretty big (like, knee-height at max). They'd been domesticated before the war, Donut helps the Chorusans set up and maintain some coops for them once everything dies down.

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So crazy seeing people who aren't me post in the Locpez tag for the first time in years. Yup we're all doomed I'm afraid.

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Locpez

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PDA.

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Hi hello i would love to hear ur takes on the chorusans and their dynamics 👀 any of them/who ever u feel like getting into really, i just cant get them out of my head and would love to hear other ppls takes on them too (1A maintenance team is welcome to be included as well if u would like, im a firm believer in encouraging oc lore dumps at all times)

You just opened Pandora's box. I used to be such a diehard Chorus fan that I'd flesh out minor details of their planet's geography and economy and society and language on the regular.

Strap in: headcanons and a couple old Chorusan doodles under cut! Gets a liiittle long...

Bitters and Smith are, and always have been, friends. Surprisingly close ones, but they were both made lieutenants too young (out of necessity) and disagree with each others' styles of leading, especially because they can't see the Rebels as soldiers, but as friends. Everyone thinks they hate each other, but they WILL call the other a friend if asked (with some aloof reluctance on Bitters' part). They know that they ultimately need each other (Bitters balances out Smith's blind idealism, Smith balances out Bitters' deadly cynicism) and thus trust each other deeply, but it's just hard for them to agree on what the right thing to do is most the time.

Matthews has been friends with them for a while too! He's not very popular in the army, but they both enjoy his company and he acts as a good middle ground between them (incredibly optimistic, but sensitive enough to recognize risk). They both like (like-like, even...) him :-)

On the topic of Chorusan side characters--Ghanoush and McCallister are a little older than the lieutenants and like to cause trouble. They're actually Kimball's appointed archivists, which they take as an opportunity to snoop around as much as possible. Their rude and inappropriate behavior is an effect of having to document so much dark history, which has caused both of them to be a little detached from the severity of the situation.

And diverging into detachment: Doyle is actually one of the most emotionally detached soldiers for a large portion of his time as the Federal Army's leader--up until Locus's betrayal. His early career had him making one too many wrong calls until he started putting most of his faith in Locus, because Locus was somehow more likely to get things done without the damage to the rest of the army. He's faint-of-heart and a coward, yes, but he isn't always good at showing his other emotions, to the point that he comes across as a kingly leader (compared to Kimball's brash attitude but deep care for her men). Cowardice that runs so deep that he can't even face himself properly.

Kimball isn't without her flaws, either. She loves very deeply but has lost so intensely that even if she can show she cares (in small and subtle amounts, or in angry rushes of regret), she is extremely guarded. She worries but is scared that showing it is the catalyst to everything going wrong. It also makes her very keen on doing things alone if she can, and holding everything in. She sees a lot of herself in Grif as well as Tucker, actually, which is why...

...Kimball trusts Grif as much as she does Tucker. Tucker shares her need to be the hero, but Grif shares her overprotective parental instinct: operating below the radar and behind the scenes, but worrying so intensely and privately at all times. Even after the war, when Kimball asks the Reds and Blues to help for as long as they might be willing to, she turns to the two of them first and foremost for advice.

Kimball's desire to hold everything in out of misguided noble intention also reflects in, to everyone's surprise, Grey--Grey is one of the people Kimball starts consulting frequently after the war, initially as the local genius and later as someone she trusts intimately. They do not get along at first. A lot of pot-calling-kettle-stubborn, because they are both stubborn, and they don't want to admit to seeing any good in each other. They're selfless obstinancy in the form of woman's Venus (in Grey) and Mars (in Kimball), anger staying in, anger going out. They balance each other out in the end, teaching each other a sort of real, raw honesty--toward the world in Grey's case and toward the self in Kimball's. Very push-pull dynamic. Yuri, if you will.

And speaking of Grey! My second favorite female character in all of RVB. She's not as young as people assume, and she's been through a lot as a medic and sometimes falls into a trap of thinking she's useless because of/despite it. Very weathered under the helmet, stress lines melding into smile lines from permanently-plastered-on friendliness. During the time they were both Feds, Locus actually learned to respect her as a direct result of trauma on her end--to Grey, if all she's good for is fixing people, that's all she needs to do and she needs to do it right. A mentality Locus shares for unhealthy reasons, but Grey is doing it consciously where Locus follows command blindly, which Grey is aware of. They don't like each other, even with Locus's one-sided respect for her.

"You don't have to tell me twice. And to think—last I remember us talking, you said you respected me." Locus does. He always has; Emily Grey is competent, talented, and responsible. If it wasn't for her medical talent, it would be for her ability to balance her emotions in the face of a war's turbulence—a skill Locus had seen in her early on, past her cheery veil. He sees it now as she secures the band around his upper arm. It's purely out of distaste, the way she drops her façade around him, but it's commendable. Sympathy and kindness aren't reserved for someone like Locus.

Grey also has a complicated relationship with Doyle because of it. She sees him as a sort of brotherly figure because of how closely she has to watch his back, but Doyle is so very preoccupied with himself and every wrong step he could take that it often seems like a one-sided concern. Doyle does, though, rely on Grey as a sensible and clever mind, though it can come across more as a tactical opinion than a personal one. At their best, they are very sibling-like.

1A is full of loners because most people think they're all heartless and mean and weird. But they have each other and Lopez, who also "hates" them. So it's OK.

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Random Locpez doodles from my archives. 🫡