#armor abernathy

[ggabraxas]

Oops. :)

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

"Feather, Fang, Teeth and tail"

Do you wish to fly far, little one?

In the depths of nights with glittering stars overhead;

will you leave all that fills you with dread?

will you claim your future as your own?

Marks carved across your skin,

in ink and glittering magical pens.

Tattoos of sigils from times of old,

some to make you change, some to make you bold.

Did you hold up the world, little one,

as it all came crashing down?

Did those sharp teeth you bear with glittering grins

tear your path to freedom again?

Iron coating snarling jaw,

monster frozen, yearning to unthaw.

Is that what your father told you, my dear?

when he crafted you into a being to fear?

Atlas of sharpened claws and growling teeth,

Can you ever hide what you're meant to be?

Will your Armor ever make you tough,

or will that mask never be enough?

Worthy was not a word your own hands should have written,

but a response to everything, no matter who you've bitten.

Atlas, Armor, are you flying far and free?

Or are you still chained by what sigils say you'll be?

[connorsnothereeither]

So I know I pitched Rusty Armor but is the ship name for Rune and Armor ‘Rumor’, or…

[ether-nets]

I have talked about this in the discord but consider that Rusty Stars could be really good as not all just romantic relationship. Vast and Rune? definitely romantic. Vast and Armor? I don't think they would ever not end up romantic should they ever finally think about how they both like each other and communicate

But! While not every person in a polycule needs to be dating every other person I feel like Rune and Armor could be good as a QPR. I don't know if it feels like they are really heading in a romantic direction at this point. But they could probably talk to each other for hours about cool science things (Let Armor find a way to express his interest in it without it feeling like it is always associated with Aloy!!) and I'm sure that there are other reasons that are escaping me now...

Regardless, consider it with me :D

[willbee-1]

⟟ watched the star birds lore from the other day right

...you can't tell me if things would have gone different on the roof of the library those 2 would have kissed-

The energy was there-

The energy was there in the studio and i raaaa

[redraven25-stuff]

RUSTY STARS ARARARA

[qaze]

Hi yeah I go feral over name meanings that probably don’t mean anything leave me be

[justasnailman]

Rusty stars or smth

[ggabraxas]

I'm feral over Atlas at the moment.

So I'll feed y'all with little things about him that I think are important in the silly way.

- He can't pretend to stay asleep- his tail twitches when he's about to wake up. Used to be able to hide it while she was on the run- but now that they're safe they can't really control it anymore!

- Favorite flavor of ice cream is sweetberry, favorite flavor of cake is chocolate!

- Prefers cod over salmon!

- His ear wings wiggle when he dreams. They behave a lot like cat ears, often dropping or flattening when outwardly experiencing negative emotions, or perking up when he's excited!

- The one true tell if he's actually okay or not- his eyes. If she's lying her pupils tend to shrink!

- With phoenix things in the mix, if they're particularly frustrated their body temperature raises. He could swear sometimes he's even seen sparks flying from the end of her tail.

- She frequently dips/steps into vats of lava specifically to weird out Vast and Rune.

- Speaking of Vast and Rune- When looking at them, though I can't show it every time on my PNG, their pupils expand. He Loves Them.

- HE PURRS AND KNEADS LIKE CAT. END OF DISCUSSION.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

Gosh the just- the emotions behind each of the characters' in the lore of the past two days (10/3-10/4)

Vast, confused and poisoned, plagued by guilt and dread, but still spiting Vee enough to bite back. Shaken and bruised but still wanting to help Armor in the fight. physically trembling because so much is spinning and he can barely comprehend the world around him. Thinking she'll find comfort in Rune's arms before being shot back to Vivianna's cold, cruel touch, her grins and hums and quips haunting his fuzzy memory.

Sylph, fearful and scrambling, being snarky with Vivianna but still trying to keep Vast safe by telling him not to come into the basement. Terrified by the sword held at their throat. then the look in Vast's eyes as he walked towards her. And then shattered as her magic was ripped from her, feathers cascading in their wake as the pain rang in their ears, collapsing on the doorstep of a rival.

Rune, panicked and defensive. worried. Him caring so much for Vast and feeling partially useless because of how he can't help. How he can't fly, how they can't travel fast enough, but just thankful that he somehow got their in time. thankful that after it all, Vast is still alive.

Armor, snarling and angry, defensive and combative- then panicking, the sticky ichor of red blood running down his mouth, the tendons falling from his teeth, their body reacting and trying to rid his mouth of that taste- that feel- that experience. Her panic as Rune and Vast's eyes turn towards her, fleeing far. No stopping, just going, only message a bid for the one they trust so much to take care of the creatures that have practically become their family. The weight of the world feeling like it's crashing onto his back.

And, while we hate her, Vivianna. Chittering grins and laughs, rampant desire and selfishness, giggles of satisfaction at seeing Vast squirm at her touch, her petnames. Bits of anger before it ripens into a rage edged with desperation as she fights Armor- and in those few moments before her death, before Armor's teeth close around her throat... Horror. And horror as her throat is torn out and her blood spilt, and her final breaths spent choking on her own blood like the blood she'd spilled of many others. Hers was at least deserved.

[ether-nets]

I'm not often one for promoting ships HOWEVER I will keep spreading Rusty Stars propaganda because I simply love the idea of it. Rust is great, Vast and Armor don't understand the concept of polyamory yet, but they *could*. It would be good... And even if it doesn't happen I will hold the idea of it in my littol hands

[ggabraxas]

YEAHHHHHHHHHH THANK U FOR VOICING MY BLORBO'S MOM, SHAKES YOU SHAKES YOU SHAKES YOU

Abraxas: “yo Ven could you voice my fictional australian mother?”

Me: “say no more” [pulls up a picture of Bluey’s mother, Chilli] “time to mimic”

[circetalia]

Paladin Danse Post Blind-Betrayal Headcanons

I have a few headcanons for Danse on how his life would be after Blind Betrayal. Before I get into them though, I'd like to say I believe Blind Betrayal would happen during both the Minuteman and Brotherhood of Steel routes. This is told where you are the SoSu, but can be interpreted if the reader were not!

✧ Danse, when being spared, would live in either Red Rocket or Sanctuary. He knows that the Brotherhood wouldn't look for him there or show near there. This is partly because you had suggested it, but also because when you tell him you were from Sanctuary/Vault 111, he mentioned that there was nothing of value for the Brotherhood up there.

✧ No matter where he's staying, he'd be great friends with Sturges. His love for power armor plus Sturges love for tinkering would make for a great duo. Plus, if the Minuteman were the ones who dealt with the Institute, the data that you give to Sturges might contain the details that he himself is also a synth (or the data that the BoS has on Danse being a synth may have Sturges data as well, so Danse sought him out).

✧ He'd run or operate a power armor shop. If he were in Sanctuary, Sturges might also help him. He'd offer to sell parts, fix up people's armor, as well as selling people armor. With his BoS knowledge, he'd be able to make sure that the people have the protection they need for the settlement.

✧ The power armor shop would be located in the garage of Red Rocket, or the garage of your old home in Sanctuary would be worked on to make a make-shift shop.

✧ If he lives in Red Rocket, he'd go back and forth between Red Rocket and Sanctuary to trade and sell parts and salvage. Also to talk and hang out to Sturges. They would talk about the shops, what they're working on, etc. Hell, maybe they'd invite each other to help work on a project together.

✧ Danse would also offer his services to help with the protection of the settlements. He would help guard the settlements from attacks and train others on how to do so efficiently.

✧ Scribe Haylen would probably visit him often too. She'd let him know of anything of note happening in the BoS, help give him any extra salvage for his shop, and possible warn him if the BoS planned on taking an expedition up to the area (Especially if Red Rocket, Sanctuary, or Abernathy Farms was one of the settlements the BoS wanted food from).

✧ Depending on if Danse is romanced or not, Haylen would either eventually open up to Danse or be in a relationship with Rhys. Either way, they would stay close friends.

✧ Danse would also become buddies with Nick. Sure, he may distrust and dislike him before, but after he himself learns he's a synth, he'd open up. Albeit slowly. Don't expect this man to change his opinions overnight, he did dedicate himself to the Brotherhood after all.

✧ He might not become friends with Hancock, but I can see him also just 'accepting he exists' at this point. Again, don't expect this man to change his views overnight. Since Hancock is a ghoul, he's in the same predicament as Danse. But, since he's a ghoul and not a synth, Danse most likely would stay his distance.

[inarmes]

MISERY

word count - 484

SUMMARY: cassia, grief and her sister, after the events of wound in the armor.

Caught between her teeth, Cassia Abernathy leeches on the blood of her torment. Right now, her lover's hunched form blinks for her; clouds her vision, wafts his stench of dead. Wrings her dry with the need to mourn. The first thing she did when herself and Haymitch got home, toddling on foot as if they had been torn through by the whip, was walk past her sister, her boy, her six-year old Kipley all perplexed, only happy to witness his mother's return — was wrench a pair of scissors from a jar of hereditary hair combs and razors in her bedroom. The rate in which her hair falls to the wooden floor is steadfast; and the grief is fresh enough to make the loss of her hard work sting. This is how we mourn. This is the final tether to a life that she could no longer live, a man she could no longer encircle with loving arms and a doting warmth. All went cold, and her heaven burns hot from the line of hell partitioning the land. Hasil leaves a chill that takes half of her soul, covering it with a marring frostbite.

The glare of the scissor's blade tempts more than just a haircut. She thinks if she kills herself now, there won't be a minute more to smart, and she thinks rationally, that if she kills herself now, in the shining afternoon that gleamed with bright death, she will be leaving her children abandoned. The very thing she vowed she would fight against until her dying breath. It was a point she nailed into her husband, so why should she be hammered to the cross she condemned him to? His body must still be bleeding, wherever they must've bought him. The revelation sparks only visions of steelen tables and seared backs. Cuts seem to blur in a thousand, bloody lines. Cutting into her husband, into her, just missing her children's heads, maybe nicking the flesh of them as she had let them.

When she slips back downstairs, renewed with silent pricks of tradition and endurance, Cassia finds that the thread in which she sews herself with splinters from a simple glare from her sister, for all patchwork frays and unravels. “Linnea,” She croaks, hand squeezing the back of her neck as if to will away the tears to come whenever the emotions finish building. “Don't leave. Don't go home yet.” Cassia gasps and shivers through the wading cool of vulnerable waters, and her sister stands to attention with an outstretched hand.

“I'll be here. I got the call, I heard everything.” When her sister fumbles for her, short, raven curls scraping her cheek as Cassia pressed her head to the side of Linnea's own, hand clutched tighly — she's reminded of their childhood; constantly reaching for an equally trembling hand, wading out the storm together. “I'll be here. We'll deal with it together.”

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

YEAH!

I mean- Atlas's name being Atlas is important for many things-

Aloy, Atlas's father, used him. Said that his child was the "atlas" of his creations, his achievements. Atlas herself mentioned this when we learned that her mom actually named her, not Aloy.

And sometimes, it feels good just to choose your own name. To get rid of everything attached to that old one.

The thing is- one of the things that helped Atlas reclaim their name- is that this atlas, a catalog of places or achievements, was not ever why he was named that. Lily's final gift to him before she passed, marking him with a promise that one day he would be part of something great. It just so happens that that "great" thing was not Aloy's achievements- but where Atlas stands now. In the midst of friends new and old, working towards something better.

Atlas held up the sky. Aloy deceived himself into believing that his child was his experiment, his project. Atlas themself believed this- writing Worthy on his chest just to someday feel worthy of loving himself- because how could he, when so much of what he was wasn't his?

So he killed and fled, and that Armor soon got put up. That vision of Atlas that Aloy had was- like you said of the dangers of books- easily damaged. Later, when he found a home and hope for a better future, that book was burned.

No longer is he an Atlas of his fathers creations- no, that was burned up in the phoenix's flames and the ones burning in his own chest next to that "Worthy" tattoo- one tattoo that always rung true, no matter whether they saw it or not. There's no need for Armor anymore with those metaphorical pages gone. So Atlas is free. Free to love, free to care, free to hold up the sky and fight back the void for all he holds dear.

And, like you said, the only way he got here was through those who let him be vulnerable. Armor is meant to break, eventually. And sometimes it cracks during times you wouldn't expect.

And I think that's neat!! you've got really cool thoughts, Caelan :]

I dunno if anyone else has noticed or if this is just a genuine thing thats canon but imma say it anyway- Armour’s names are so funky with his lore-

Imma start w/ his OG name “Atlas”- an atlas is a book showing everything- an open book. And books are easily destroyed or damaged

Then theres Armour- a hard solid thing that protects you. You normally dont need armour all the time and definately not around people you trust and care about.

The whole thing of him going from Atlas- an open book so easy to read and so easy to destroy- to Armour- something strong and solid that protects vulnerable areas- is so cool to ma brain!!

How he quite literally drops his armour around people they trust and allows herself to be vulnerable and open to people is just so arararararara- im so normal- /silly

[firstdragonlady]

Chapter 27

Diana looked like she was about ready to burst out laughing again. Chloris narrowed her eyes suspiciously, and Creon looked Effie up and down in incredulity.

And of course Seneca, ever her knight in shining armor, came to her rescue. “Are you nervous about your speech tomorrow?”

Effie could have kissed him. If she hadn’t kissed Haymitch Abernathy that afternoon.

Happy Fine Line Friday! It was a joy experiencing all your reactions to the last chapter. I hope you continue to love FL as it goes forward.

Enjoy Effie's downward spiral!