#asexual master chief

[sasaleleselfships]

Master Chief x Genfl!Reader

Chapter One; Meeting The Chief

I Won't - AJR

In retrospect, maybe they shouldn’t have abandoned the rest of her group to eat in the tech lab, let alone one that didn’t really belong to them. [Name] was surprised Halsey was even allowed to continue working as a developmental head after all she had done in most recent years. Still, that didn’t keep the elderly self entitled civilian consult from slithering her way into the laboratory just as [Name] was taking up a spoonful of their soup.

She didn’t notice them at first, which [Name] was silently thankful for. However there was a pause in her rummaging and suddenly they became all too aware of the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the hallways, metallic pedes pressing against the floor and causing a slight shake in the beakers in the table. Looking up enough to see a broad shouldered woman in bulky white armor enter the room, it didn’t take long for [Name] to feel the discomfort stirring in her stomach as she jotted down her notes from the Trojan meeting earlier.

Sinking to the floor from her seat, the agent simply rubbed her nose and silently prayed that they’d leave them be. Too much work to do, and too little time to think about it-… god knows when her team gets back from break they’d be on her case about the new designs for the Energy Surfers. Turning just slightly, [Name] rolled her lips between their teeth as their eyes ran over the Spartan, a pale woman with dark hair, darker eyes.

“Lastly had us to deploy to Eridanus… back when the… are you sure… keep in mind this is… when we got lost…” Their conversation was lost on [Name].

Pen scratches against paper as they turned back around, holding their notebook against her knees while her other hand would occasionally lift the warm spoon back up to her lips, after the pinch of hunger in her stomach reminded them of the task at hand.

“I have plans to work with Faulkner regarding his patents in transferable consciousness,” Halsey admitted quietly as another set of heavy footsteps approached and entered the lab.

“How do you know he will be inclined to…”

Nodding quietly to the soft melody being streamed in their head-… not literally, mind you-… [Name] hummed in a short whisper while they wrote everything they could think of as far as formulas for the anti-seizing serum Laurentius had mentioned patterning. The words exchanged between Halsey and the Spartan were cast upon deaf ears as the agents eyes remained glued to the page.

The quiet bliss of mental solitude, however, didn’t last long as suddenly their soup was knocked carelessly to the side. With no time to be irritated or pressed, [Name] cried out as she was lifted suddenly from her collar, a hand shooting around to grip whatever had caught her uniform.

“You have a shadow.” Came the deep voice of another Spartan, one clad in heavy green armor, yellow visor hiding any and all expression as [Name] dangled in his grasp. The sound of a heart pounding in their chest was all she could hear as she suddenly reached back, clawing at the man’s hand as Halsey took a few steps forwards before crossing her arms over her chest. For a few moments, [Name] felt the dread pool in their stomach as the woman’s lips pulled into a thin line, and only when she finally smiled did relief hit her in the gut.

“She’s been here the entire time, was here when I first came in. I assure you she is not a threat.” While grateful to be spoken for, [Name] still struggled against the Spartan’s grasp before suddenly tugging his hand, and a small sleeve appeared over her hand. It was Kelly who had reacted first, urging the male Spartan to put the agent down. He didn’t get the chance though, as a sudden pulse ran through his body after being conducted by the suit; He had been shocked.

Dropping the girl more out of surprise than in pain, the Master Chief looked down at his hand as [Name] stumbled slightly before steadying herself against the table. Only then did she release the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding the entire time, her wide eyes moving to their journal on the floor as they bent to grab it, stealing it against their chest before looking bat at Halsey. Not once did they take their back from the table, not giving them the chance to get behind her again.

“I tried to warn you, Chief.” Kelly called.

“What was that?” Halsey was the first to ask, beating Master Chief to the punch as she came close to the agent. Only when she put her hand out in a firm manner, a silent threat to do it again, did the woman step back and out her hands up in defense. “I mean no harm, I’m only curious is all. It must’ve took quiet the electrical current to dissuade John here.”

[Name] stated for a few moments before looking at the perpetrator. She knew him well; The Master Chief. Hell, if you didn’t know him then you were either a fool or a traitor, maybe both. The weight of her actions suddenly weighed heavy on their mind, and Halsey could tell as she watched the blood drain from their face.

“Oh, don’t worry, he’ll be fine. Won’t you?”

The Master Chief gave a quietly grunt in response, though that didn’t make [Name] feel any better. She was already on a lot of different peoples shit lists, she didn’t need to be on his too-… Not with his reputation at least.

“It was uh… just a shock. My team and I-…”

“The Trojans.” Halsey butted in.

“Yes, we are primarily stealth operatives. We weren’t trained to fight one on one, or any sort of major field work. That was kind of one of you defenses.”

“A pulse strong enough to shock a Spartan in armor like theirs? Did your Faulkner think my people were to be viewed as threats?” Halsey asked.

“No-… um, it’s for anything; I think he primarily had the Lekgolo in mind, just in case we ever-…”

“In case my kids were ever in danger, I installed multiple systematic escape assistance trigger in both their suits, and uniforms. That’s why I urge them to wear one of the other at all times when in a place not quiet belonging to us. Of course my kids are cocky, and vain, so they don’t listen to me, but it gets the point across.” The proud voice of Laurentius rang through as each of the four in the room turned their heads to the tan skinned scientist, his eager grin doing nothing for Halsey’s ego. “Though should one of mind need to go up against your machines, I did make sure they would have all they need to escape-… Escape, not fight. I’m not dumb enough to assume my… geeks, could stand up about your brutes.”

“Faulkner, a pleasure.” Halsey smiled quietly as Kelly excused herself to be with the others, though Master Chief remained at her side. Reaching out a hand to greet the man, Catherine practically beamed as he took to her, shaking her head before continuing. “It’s been a long time.”

“In deed it has, shame it wasn’t longer.”

It was no secret that Laurentius had assisted Halsey with the Spartan II program, and ditched only halfway through due to his questioning of her humanity. Forming the Trojans was like a slap in the face to her debatable morals, and all the sudden all the lights were on.

“John, you’re dismissed.” Halsey called with a short sigh, knowing already that this discussion would take them in circles.

Laurentius thought much of the same as he turned to [Name] and waved a hand, wordlessly bidding her adieu. She paused, gesturing to Master Chief ad he walked towards the door, mouthing for him to let her stay. They didn’t want to walk out and be alone with that… thing. Still, Faulkner was firm in his ministrations as he suddenly cleared his throat making [Name] flush in embarrassment.

“With the Master Chief, [Last Name].” Faulkner smirked, and suddenly their jaw went slack as the Spartan in questioned paused to turn back to them.

For fucks sake.

There was no other response aside from quiet grumbling as [Name] suddenly turned and shuffled out of the lab, Master Chief moving slowly behind them as her hands wrung their journal. The hall was long and there was not a lot on this floor of the facility aside from the lab. She could turn down an external corridor and pretend she had something to do there, but that most likely would lead them to a dead end. Still, it would probably buy them some time away from the metal monstrosity tailing her.

“The a-chem locker room is the next right, if you need a moment to stop shaking.” His voice shouldn’t have shaken them like it did, but it was deep and it was smooth in ways that were hard to ignore. Slowing down just a bit, [Name] finally took note of her shaking hands as she took a sharp breath, guilt sending a shutter down her spine.

“Am I on your shit list?” [Name] blurted suddenly, unaware she was actually speaking until they had already said it. Their eyes went wide as they processed their words, lips parting in horror.

Master Chief slowed down, too, hands that were previously clenched now relaxed at his sides. A short exhale, what sounded like a fault chuckle could be heard but only for a sliver of a second. “I don’t have a shit list.”

He didn’t usually curse, but in this scenario he felt it proper to mirror their own speaking.

“The entire covenant is on your shit list.” [Name] corrected with a cut off breath as they approached the lift, watching the doors slide shut to take a group up before them.

“Are you with the covenant?”

“No.” [Name] answered.

“Then you’re not on my shit list.” Master Chief finished with a subtle hum in his voice, nose crinkling just slightly behind his visor. A sigh left their body and suddenly she became aware of just how much larger the Spartan was in comparison to her.

A semi-comfortable silence filled the space as the lift doors reopened and suddenly [Name] shuffled inside, glad they hadn’t ducked off down the hall. Once they were inside, she was able to properly appreciate the detail in the Spartan’s armor as she examined him quietly, though passed it off as confusion as her face scrunching up as she looked at his unmoving form.

“You head to wherever you need, I’ll take the next one.” Master Chief assured the agent with a dim nod, his arms moving up to cross over his chest as he shifted hue weight from one leg to another.

[Name] blinked in surprise, and another tremor of guilt washed over her as the doors began to slide shut. Reaching a hand out to stop them, the Spartan let his arms move down again as her eyes stared through his visor and into his soul.

“Come with me.”

With a short, surprised smile, the green coated man took a few steps forwards before stepping into the lift with the Trojan. He was sure he couldn’t feel happiness, not like everyone else felt it anyways. Still, the gesture was enough for him to feel a little bit of something in his chest. Leaning against the wall quietly, his eyes met her own behind the visor and for just a moment he felt… gratitude, he thinks.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

With that, [Name]’s broke into a flustered yet satisfied grin. She had decided that Spartans weren’t as terrifying as they appeared to be.

“Maybe next time.”

[thatthatthatcat]

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FUCK THE TV SHOW!!

[your-blorbos-are-queer]

master chief from the halo games is caedsexual* and requisromantic** (headcanon)

submitted by @mronion

*caedsexual describes an individual who lacks sexual attraction due to past trauma

**requisromantic describes an individual who lacks romantic attraction due to some form of emotional exhaustion

[upaqu]

Xenomommy and the Halo Pride Stickers are now available on Redbubble!

[biomecharnotaurus]

I won't lie, I really dislike that the Halo fandom almost completely erases Master Chief's very clear asexuality.

I get y'all are horny, but there are over 200 characters in Halo and you decide to pick the one who canonically rejected people asking him to have sex with them multiple times. 🤦🏻‍♂️

[amethysttribble]

Do Not Swear by the Moon

For @bayta-darell, who mentioend in the tags of @lesbianhaleth’s Ainur/Elf ship poll that they’d never seen Tilion/Celegorm fic but liked the ship in theory, and I decided I had a civic duty. (I fulfilled my civic duty in 40 min, forgive the lack of editing and the roughness)

Shout-out to Ainur canon asexuality and my ever-present ainursexual Celegorm headcanon.

Tilion has had Elven friends before, but Tyelkormo was a little different.

The Elves are the most beautiful things in Arda, Olorin once said to him, and Tilion did not believe him at the time.

The Elves were fun; Tilion had thought that much since he stalked his master’s procession across the Hither Lands, keeping Elves from getting lost or hurt or stolen. At least where he could. 

He also knew the Elves to be very silly; they occupied themselves with little arguments and little arrangements. Each group of them- Teler, Vanyar, Noldor- had their own strange proclivities and complexities that they took quite seriously, and Tilion could smile and encourage and laugh at them, but he had little time for it.

The ones his master, Orome, took on were talented; skilled and clever hunters, who knew how to hide themselves even while trapped in physical forms and make themselves fearsome even while soft. Tilion admired them, and enjoyed teaching them, and befriending some of them, after a time.

But by and large, Tilion was someone whose chief joys was to let his spirit run fierce and high with his fellow Ainur- which no Elf could keep up with- and then retreat to the Gardens or Lorien to sink into dreams that took him to the Firmament and the Timeless Halls once more. These were not the joys of the Elves. There were those among his brethren who were more grounded and enjoyed the pasttimes of the quendi. That was not where Tilion saw beauty.

Except... except that here and now, upon the shore of the lake that girded the eastern side of Ezellohar, Tilion looked upon Tyelkormo in the light of just dawned Laurelin.

And he was beautiful.

They had stalked far to make it to this lake in time, and then enjoyed the morning shooting ducks. It was Tyelkormo’s idea to strip from their clothes and help the dogs fetch their prizes from the water, and then to swim with their hounds. Tilion was- as he often was with this prince- helpless to deny him, not when his suggestions simply... fun and silly and irrepressible. 

Now they relaxed upon the green grass, Tilion upon his back and Tyelkormow sitting up, straining towards Laurelin, a wide-toothy grin on his face, even as his eyes were closed. 

Tilion was taken with the desire to touch him.

He lifted a hand up and ran a thumb over Tyelkormo’s cheek. This strange and pretty creature before him leaned into it, mouth still open in a smile, and even nipped at his thumb with his teeth.

Tilion chuckled.

“Do you act this wild in your father’s court?”

“In my father’s court? Oh, yes,” Tylekormo laughed. “In my grandfather’s? Now that is another story.”

He flopped to the ground, but Tilion kept his hand on Tyelkormo’s cheek, taken by this moment in a way he rarely was while awake. He pressed a nail he’d willed onto his form into that cheek, and Tyelkormo let him.

Tilion was reminded of the first time he’d touched this Elf’s skin, when he marred it.

They did not even know each other’s name. But Tilion had made some glib statement to another member of Orome’s retinue about Feanaro and Tyelkormo was loathe to let anyone but himself speak ill of his father. He poked a bow he’d been restringing against Tilion’s chest.

Insult my father again.

Your father? Tilion had replied, embarrassed and surprised and unprepared for what came next.

My father.

Tyelkormo’s Elven fist had cracked across Tilions face, and it had stung his artificial skin and made his artificial blood race. He had tackled Tyelkormo to the ground and returned the favor in kind before a single thought could go through his head. It was only as the Elven boy kneed him in the stomach and he bit at his shoulder that he thought, if the Elf wants to settle this like wolves...

Huan broke them apart, furious with them both, having apparently pack-bonded with the little Elf prince. He was disappointed and angry at them for fighting among comrades, and a scolding was never a good thing to receive from Huan. They were even placed before Orome to resolve the squabble.

Tilion and Tyelkormo had long since resolved the squabble, though. The exchange of fists and feet and teeth has erased any insult, any escalation.

Do I want to know? Master Orome asked them.

Probably not, Tyelkormo replied with a grin.

Wil this happen again?

Probably yes, Tilion cheerfully said.

And that was the end. Except for, of course, the many more tussles he and Tyelkormo got in, and hunting techniques he helped the Elf perfect, and the times wherein Tilion used his own spirit to help him dip into the Song itself; a ritual so sacred and dangerous that very few Elves attempted it and very few Maiar assisted.

But Tilion kept inventing reasons to touch Tyelkormo for some reason, and he might have just figured out why.

Tyelkormo’s skin was hot to the touch, like a flame burned within him. His spirit was bright and enthralling, and Tilion had never seen anything quite like him, among Ainur or Elves. He was- simply put- beauitful.

“Are you actually thinking something,” Tyelkormo asked, silvery hair threaded with the bright grass, skin still glistening with water, “or are you just staring off into the distance as you are sometimes wont to do?”

“I am thinking,” Tilion said, “A rare occurrence, sure, but something I do ever now and again.”

Tyelkormo laughed. He was so liberal with his laughter, which was a bit of a crime, because Tilion liked the sound enough to want it to be a harder prize to win.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I’d like to kiss you.”

Tyelkormo did not move besides his eyes widening a little and his mouth falling open a tad. Tyelkormo was so bombastic, so without shame, so learned and used to wonder that it was often times hard to shock him. This was a worthy trophy to hunt, Tilion was glad he’d caught such a sight today.

He would like more new sights.

“May I kiss you?” he asked.

Tilion had never done it before. But he’d never had an Elf friend before to pursue such hroa-based pleasures with. And Tilion did like his lazy pleasures and he did like Tyelkormo. 

Tyelkormo, for his part, blushed. 

“I- uh, yes?” he stuttered, uncharacteristically. He was nervous. Another rare sight.

But Tilion had taught Tyelkormo to breathe in the Song of the Ainur and to shoot a bow while on horseback, upside down, he knew the Elf’s nervousness faded quickly once there was excitement in the air. Hopefully he could incite some excitement? That was the goal of a kiss, wasn’t it?

With his permission granted, Tilion leaned in close, pressed his lips to Tyelkormo’s. 

His mouth tasted like lake water and the wine they’d been passing back and forth. He was warm, and their breathes- Tyelkormo’s real and rapid, Tilion affected and slow- mingled together for a time. Tilion did not know what was next. He started to pull back.

Tyelkormo chased him.

Their mouth crashed back together and this time, Tyelkormo opened his wide. On instinct, Tilion pushed his tongue inside and swiped over Tyelkormo’s, which made him shudder. The next he knew, there was a push against his shoulder, making him lie flat again, and Tyelkormo was straddling his waist, their mouths sealed together.

Tilion made a pleased sound, and took the opportunity to use one hand to card through Tyelkormo’s gorgeous hair and the other caress the skin at his hip.

They remained in that position for some time, their mouths pushing and pulled against each other, and it was exciting and slow at the same time, a decidedly new kind of joy. Tilion enjoyed it, but Tyelkormo seemed to enjoy it greatly, as when he pulled back, his entire face and part of his chest was flush red and he was panting.

“You sing,” Tyelkormo gasped, tossing his head back as he shuddered again. Tilion tried to run his hands soothingly up and down his sides. “I can feel your fea vibrating through me. It’s... a lot.”

“I didn’t expect that,” Tilion said, frowning. “Is it bad? I don’t want to hurt you like this-”

“It’s good,” he said, shaking his head and wet hair wildly. “It’s good, I- I’ve never wanted someone like this before. You’re amazing.”

Tilion hummed in consideration. 

“Like this? I would have thought you more experienced with your kindred. I’ve never kissed before, I was hoping you’d teach me. You did seem to know what you were doing when you put me on my back,” he teased.

“No,” Tyelkormo laughed, “no, I’ve never thought any of my kindred to look or feel that desirable. But my brother, Carnistir, he thinks a new girl is that desirable every week and he tells me- we tell each other everything.”

“Will you tell him this?” Tilion asked, still running his hands over the Elf. He did not care either way, but he’d be curious to know how Tyelkormo explained this sensation they’d just shared.

Tilion knew what words he’d use to describe it to Arien, next time he visisted Lorien. Like drinking good wine or eating good food or any other Elven pleasure. Not something he needed, not something he felt a drive towards, but certainly something to be enjoyed for it’s own sake, even without the desperation of a hroa.

But Tyelkormo...

“I don’t know,” he breathed out, smiling... perhaps a little shyly. “I don’t know. Maybe this just stays between us, here.”

“Between us, here,” Tilion said, “and with Huan, who is keeping the dogs away but has still no doubt noticed.”

“Yeah, precisely,” Tyelkormo said, leaning down.

Tilion kissed him again, and resolved that while by and large Elves were not the most beautiful things in Arda, his Elf was the exception.

[stxrmcatcher]

BOLD all that applies to your muse!

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Eyes: Blue | Green | Brown | Hazel | Grey | Other Hair: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other Body Type: Skinny | Slender | Slim | Built | Curvy | Athletic | Muscular Skin: Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Medium | Dark | Discolored 

Gender: Male | Female | Trans | Cis | No Gender | Other Sexuality: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual | Demisexual | Other Species: Human | Undead/Vampire | Shapeshifter (Weres) | Demon | Angel | Witch/Wizard/Sorcerer | Incubus/Succubus | Other

Education: High School | College | University | Higher Education  | It's complicated Living Situation: Lives alone | Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with significant other | Lives with a friend | Drifter | Homeless Parents/Guardian: Mom | Dad | Adoptive | Foster | Grandparents | Family friend | Master Relationship: Single | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated | verse pending | chief i miss u sm

I’ve been: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused I have a(n): Learning Disorder | Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder | Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder Things I’ve done before: Drank alcohol | Smoked | Done drugs | Stolen | Self harmed | Starved myself | Had sex | Had a threesome | Gotten into a fist fight | Gone to the hospital | Gone to jail | Used a fake ID | Gone to a rave | Killed someone

Positive Traits: Affectionate | Adventurous | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous | Honest | Humorous | Intelligent | Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless Negative Traits: Aggressive | Bossy | Cynical | Envious | Fearful | Greedy | Gullible | Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible | Possessive | Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Unstable

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[twerkyvulture]

FMK: Mario, Marcus Fenix, Master Chief

the legendary 3 M's of gaming..........

obviously marry Mario, but the other two uh... god i only played one Gears of War game and it was forever ago. wait Master Chief is canonically asexual isn't he. fuck Marcus then, and Chief has to die so they don't make any more shitty Halo spinoffs. sorry Chief, it's been real o7

[indomitus-ferox]

Dossier Cheat Sheet

Legal name: Artemis Arcturus Katona

Nickname/s: Arty, Six / Sixie, wolf, lone wolf, El-Tee

DOB: 17th February, 2532

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: New Alexandria, Reach, Epsilon Eridani system

Current residence: UNSC Infinity

Spoken languages: English, Hungarian, rudimentary Sangheili, UEGBSL ( UEG Base Sign Language ), Spartan signals & sign language; knows enough French, Slavic, & isiXhosa to be able to hold a basic conversation ( verse-dependent )

Education: Spartan-III training

Hair colour: Copper red

Eye colour: Oceanic blue, flecked with green and silver

Height: 6’5” ( 1.96m ) [un-armoured] / 6’9” ( 2.06m ) [armoured]

Weight: 108.6 kg ( 239lb ) out of armour

FAMILY INFORMATION

Sibling/s: Older brother / genetic donor, Master Chief Petty Officer John-117

Parent/s: Meredith Katona ( mother, deceased ); Jorge Katona ( father, deceased )

Relative/s: None

Children: None

Pet/s: None

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

Sexual orientation: Gray asexual, in part due to augmentations

Relationship status: Single 

Since when: N/A

tagged by: @fasciinating​ ( ty :3 )

tagging: @thestupidmeanone​, @prideofonyx​; if anyone else wants to do it just steal it, lols

[purgator1o]

ANIMATION:

seto kaiba, yu-gi-oh!, 18+, he/him, homosexual. fc: animated.

misty lola, yu-gi-oh! 5d’s, 20+, she/her, bisexual. fc: animated.

CINEMA:

obi-wan kenobi, star wars, 20-50+, he/him, bisexual. fc: ewan mcgregor & sir alec guinness. 

elizabeth “lib” wright, the wonder, 21+, she/her, heterosexual. fc: florence pugh.

TELEVISION:

the thirteenth doctor, doctor who, 1,000+, she/he/they, asexual. fc: jodie whittaker.

psi, doctor who, 20+, he/him, bisexual. fc: jonathan bailey.

COMICS + GRAPHIC NOVELS:

natalia romanova, marvel’s avengers & black widow, 90+, she/her, bisexual. fc: annie murphy.

scott lang, marvel’s ant-man, 40+, he/him, bisexual. fc: paul rudd.

LITERATURE: 

professor james moriarty, the adventures of sherlock holmes, 50+, he/him, asexual. fc: marcin dorociński.

james bond, ian fleming’s james bond, 50+, he/him, bisexual. fc: pierce brosnan.

prince hamlet of denmark, shakespeare’s hamlet, 20+, he/him, closeted bisexual. fc: toby regbo.

LEGENDS, FOLKLORE, + MYTHOLOGY: 

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VIDEO GAMES:

trigger, ace combat: 7, 20+, he/him, bisexual. fc: spencer neville.

húxiān, ace combat: 7, 20+, she/her, lesbian. fc: fan bingbing.

samantha giddings, until dawn, 18+, she/her, bisexual. fc: auli’i cravalho.

christopher hartley, until dawn, 18+, he/him, bisexual. fc: froylan gutierrez.

andal brask, destiny, 30+, he/him, bisexual. fc: fawad khan.

master chief petty officer john-117, halo, 40+, he/him, bisexual. fc: animated.

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS:

magnilda, valkryie, unknown, she/her, bisexual. fc: summer bishil.

lachlan mccreath, thief / hitman & part of the notorious group ‘the synovus thieves’, 30+, he/him, bisexual. fc: jake gyllanhaal.

benjamin “benny” willis, bartender & criminal liaison for ‘the synovus thieves’, 20-30+, he/him, bisexual. fc: charlie rowe.

dr. graham vaughn, back-alley doctor, 40+, he/him, heterosexual. fc: charlie day.

NON-HUMAN:

blue-eyes white dragon, yu-gi-oh!, unknown, she/her, not applicable. fc: animated.

black rose dragon, yu-gi-oh! 5d’s, unknown, she/they, not applicable. fc: animated.

the phoenix force, marvel’s x-men, unknown, they/it, not applicable. fc: animated.

UPON REQUEST:

sonya, fire emblem gaiden & echoes: shadows of valentia, 20+, she/her, bisexual. fc: hande erçel.

PRIVATE:

aki hogan-kaiba, an original character based in the yu-gi-oh! universe, 20+, she/her, bisexual. fc: animated.

TESTING:

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[hexagonopus]

regardless of whether she's trans shes definitely not straight

anyway, master chief himself is asexual aromantic in my opinion. he and cortana are like, a queer platonic couple

What Halo characters do you think are LGBT ?

I'll go first, I think Kat from Halo Reach is transgender

[sasaleleselfships]

Master Chief relationship H/C(s);

Mentions of sex.

John, even after removing his damaged pellet, is not one for serious public displays of affection. This is less because he disliked them and more because he has a reputation to hold, and he know this. That being said if you are both together it’s not uncommon for the Spartan to have you walk close to him, which is a feat in itself and everyone knows that. When they see the two of you coming it’s always a mixed basket of reactions, though mostly ranging from surprise and envy.

You are both no stranger to the fact many people would love to be given a chance with the Master Chief; He would never allow this to happen. Unfortunately, this is the one of the only scenarios in which his word is less than respected. People seem to lack boundaries around the Spartan upon realizing that there is more under the armor than just an emotionless machine. So be prepared to send away love crazed fans that cross the line, for both your sakes, and theirs as well.

Even in a relationship it isn’t supremely common to see John without his helmet, both because he doesn’t usually let himself have downtime off the field, and because his armor makes him feel safe. On the rare occasions that you two are together, no armor, masks or anything in between, you’re more than ready to make up for the lack of contact. This usually involves talking or cooking together-… quiet a funny sight, a giant in the kitchen fumbling with tiny pans-… or the occasional date night, when John realized momentarily how fragile you are and how easy he could lose you.

In regards to the last point, sex with John is not common, but not impossible. While John considers himself to be asexual, he is not sex repulsed, and doesn’t mind participating in the act for the emotional intimacy it provides. Has a tendency to be a pleasure dom, which lends to his need for control over all the things in his life. He is the greatest at aftercare, and will make sure you are more than taken care of in the end.

Date nights normally look like long walks into the mountains together, occasional museum visits, and when John is feeling particularly perky he likes to attend the war games. This is particularly well because the Spartan never forgets important dates such as anniversaries and birthdays, even if he isn’t always sure what to get for you to see you smile.

While he never likes to admit it due to guilt, John really enjoys marking his partners. Both so that no one even thinks about touching them, and due to the pretty coloration that paints your skin when he does. The Master Chief has never owned anything of his own, so assuring him that you are his, it’s a different kind of high, one he finds it hard to come down from.

[liciatalks]

I think the knowing about the scene in episode 8 hit a little harder, for me, because Asexual people have very little representation in media as it was and it feels like they are trying to take our most badass one.

There's still core canon Master Chief, he will always be asexual, but you know they are only going to talk about his sexuality only in the sense of the show.

The straight male fans of Halo are going to throw out everything from the silver timeline Except for this one thing.

Someone will bring up his asexuality in core canon and they will challenge with this. With some excuse about 343 being involved with the show so that means it's canon.

I know it sounds like overreacting, but I've been around long enough to know what's going to happen.

The Straights won in their eyes.

We can only hope now, that 343i never makes it core canon.

[bloodgulchblog]

*leaning so close that the mic makes awful sounds*

The only barrier to fucking Master Chief isn't whether or not his dick works or whether or not he's asexual.

It's whether or not he wants to.

Yall are going to get me posting master chief fuck opinions again

Truly I'll never be free

[rattrapdadfigure]

Alright, I can understand why some people may think Master Chief having sex is asexual erasure. You just can’t trust the big corporations to represent you right.

However, counter point. As an aroace/asexual myself, I don’t see an asexual person having sex inherently asexual erasure. Asexual people can still have sex and be completely valid they would just prefer to be doing something else. Which Chief would obviously be more interested in killing and whatnot.

I think it’s perfectly fine if Chief as an asexual icon has sex as long as it’s portrayed in an asexual way and not a cishet allo way. Like he does it for the exercise/intimacy/out of boredom/etc.

[game-hobbie]

John-117 is an Asexual icon and I will die on that mountain.

This man does not fuck. Let’s get that across right now. He has no desire to. But he does however have strong (non sexual) emotional attachments. I’m seeing some of y’all newer fans out here simping for “daddy chief” and let me tell you, this giant man doesn’t even know how to react to a hug, give him a break. If he existed, you wouldn’t get anywhere with him.

With the way all the Spartan IIs were brought up, it’s very unlikely for any of them to have any sexual urges. They were all taken before they even started puberty, so there’s some life experiences being stunted big time. There was an exception for Randall-037, who had his augmentations reversed when he stopped being a Spartan, and went on to have a daughter. But who’s to say it was easy for him?

John is a Spartan, it’s all he really knows. And his desire is to do his job and do whatever to protect humanity and the bonds he’s formed. While it’s sad to think that he may never know what it’s like to have a romantic/sexual experience or have romantic/sexual feelings, it’s not what he wants. He’s not a machine, he’s not broken. It’s who he is and how his upbringing shaped him.

And no. Despite the absurd rumors that the armor jacks him off… It doesn’t. Sorry to break it to ya.