#immortanfuriosa

[c-53]

i finally got into ghostrunner after seeing you post about it a lot and decided to make the ghostrunner with one (1) audio log (GR-60) my oc. they r gay and trans just like jack (:

I MEAN I GET IT!!! GR-60 is like fascinating to me. The emergence of free will and recognition that they don’t belong, paired with continued devotion? The whole thing that they’re leaving forever because they’ve changed, and they’d be deactivated for this change. But. Despite that, they include a well intentioned warning for the architect? Like. Oohh you have problems. Compelling ones. Take good care of them.

[yuri-spike-pit]

strawberry and wine?

i answered wine here!

Send me a Red writing ask!

Strawberry: Describe a celebration!

OUGH i love celebrations! one of my favorite celebrations i haven't actually gotten to name yet is an ezran festival that takes place once every 10 years--bulra live for a while, so that's not too bad for them.

the big pull of the festival is the tournament, which has multiple different categories of competition. bulra and non-bulra are allowed to compete, but they usually don't let organics in just because they're a lot... squishier. a lot of bulra really had to pull the reins in just to make it fair, which really skewed the whole point of the tournament, and after one too many, er, incidents, they decided to only have mechanical competitors allowed for safety reasons. organics are welcome to watch, though! just watch out for the stray bullets and stay behind the ballistic shielding.

the tournaments has a number of categories you can sign up for. one is a sort of free-for-all, where the last man standing wins. this one allows for only a single victor amongst what could be a hundred or more competitors. it's brutal and can last literal days at a time--competitors have to be careful of fuel management since there are no opportunities to refuel until there are a final ten remaining--but rewards the greatest prizes.

there's also a more bracket-style competition, where fighters compete one-on-one to decide a champion. there is a separate but similar sub-category of this with duos instead. it's a popular competition to enter, since a lot of bulra are extremely proud of their partners and battle prowess is a huge part of partner selection in bulran culture.

the three above are the ones with the best prizes, but there are a number of for-fun rather than for-glory. this includes a martial arts only category, flighted races, shooting competitions, and more.

prizes consist of different pools for each competition, but the same bulra can enter many categories and win from each pool. there are a few bulra in history who have come first in every category to exist, and they're often who younger bulra will boldly claim to be the next of. anyway, there's a large pool of prizes that can be picked from. the first place winner can pick two at first choice. popular choices are monetarily valuable, are specific capes or other artisan crafts that can only be found in royal spaces, commissioned weaponry, a blessing or removal of something from the alpha class (like debt or accumulated jail time), and so on. then second is able to pick, then third, until you get to around fifth, and everyone else gets a little plaque for entering.

if competition isn't your thing, there are a lot of other things to do still. lots of blacksmiths will set up a temporary shop, off-world vendors are invited to sell their wares for high prices (though they really must be careful if they're willing to try and rip off a bulra), and there are a lot of activities to partake in. for example, plays! bulra are shockingly attached to plays. more accurately, many are just fond of drama and romance, which are popular themes to bulran plays.

bulran plays and productions aren't really the sort of spoken-script plays you might expect. in fact, a lot of them have no spoken word at all! they're all done through interpretive movement and often, dance. these are 'fights,' but they're very scripted and are meant to depict the movements of a story with dance-like movements. bulra will use handheld weapons like swords as stage props, and they'll use their lights to help dictate the mood and tone of a scene. they'll often be painted to match a character, so you can always visually tell who someone is playing even if you aren't formally told their name, and they'll have streamers or other fabrics for dramatic effect. sound and music might be used for emphasis, but there aren't really soundtracks or musicals or the like. you're more likely to see various forms of light for practical effects.

popular plays include the creation of Bulra, the first bulra the species is named after, and less specifically, love stories, battle reenactments, and tragedies. audience participation is usually highly encouraged, and it's a great deal of fun, even if you don't really know what's going on.

some plays hand out their 'script' afterwards so audience members can go home and read them again to reinterpret the intended meaning. part of the fun of these plays is to take what you see from it and tell it again, but in your own way.

[nagunkgunk]

commission for @immortanfuriosa

[slowedmountains]

A fun, silly commission for @immortanfuriosa thanks a bunch!

[immortanfuriosa]

tidamus -> immortanfuriosa

destiny's back baby!

[thexostranger]

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[kissingagrumpygiant]

roah: i’m leaving you for him (points to my apprentice) julian: (starts monologuing) roah: that picture i just showed you

roah: oh leech?

[korrafitness]

Have you played destiny 2 yet?

not yet :(((

[cappurrccino]

immortanfuriosa replied to your photoset “Finally got the small shoulders ������”

I love how emotionless guardians look when you use emotes

The Speaker probably told them "If you keep making that face, it’s gonna stick like that!” but they didn’t listen and now their face is stuck as :|

[titan-mom]

immortanfuriosa replied to your photo “Here is the new OC boy! Eyahn’s adopted Titan, she calls him Shadow...”

a good, handsome man

thank you! c:

[vipxrofshili-a-blog]

sam: I AM THE COUNCIL sb: not yet sam: it is treason, then

[fleetwoodmoth]

@immortanfuriosa never!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[therealsymmetra]

//Refuge

A got damn au of an au with @immortanfuriosa‘s Rhyas as a warmind

At this point the only thing in Sloane’s ears were the crashing of ships, the sounds of screams, her own exhaustion heavy breaths as she pushed herself further into the underground cave system. The pain, the excruciating agony, clouded her mind to a point that everything else was like being viewed through fog. She squinted, hoping somehow it would clear her vision, but one eye ran red, and the other was too blurry from tears to really tell where she was. A door. There was a door. Her hand slid across it at first, the blood that had pooled in her palm making her fingers too slick to find purchase as she tried to steady herself.

           “Buddy,” the name came out in a twisted whine, gravely and thick with a sob.

           “Open,” she managed, leaning herself heavily against the cool metal, the feeling moderately calming the throbbing in her skull.

           “I do-n’t think I can,” he stuttered, looking the panel beside them up and down.

           “Security is—too ti-ght.”

           Sloane found the seam where the two sides met, shoving her fingers between them, desperately trying find a way inside. Safety. It’s all she wanted. Shelter from the chaos that plagued her, playing over and over in her mind, making her flinch as she tried to shake them away. As Sloane felt her energy wane there was a loud hissing noise, and suddenly the resistance of the door holding her up wasn’t there, she slid forward onto the floor, barely catching herself with her only intact arm, a heavy breath leaving her lungs as she tried to orient herself again. Her heart thrummed loudly in her ears as she struggled back to her feet, shuffling forward, eyes trained on her steps as the floor seemed to move and shift beneath them. There were flashing lights, bright and repetitive until they seemed to dull, soften to a slower gentler beat. She kept her hand on the wall, pushing herself along until there was no more wall and instead a grand room opened up before her. She could see severs, a collection of unidentifiable clutter amongst them, her mind too hazy to try and discern anything noteworthy. Her knees gave way, without the wall for support she didn’t have the energy to stand. She laid there for a moment, breathing, trying to will her body to work only to find resistance heavy in her muscles and bones. Finally she began to drag herself forward, she could see a corner, secluded, hidden, a good place to die. She shook off the thought, raking herself across the floor, finding traction becoming more difficult the more blood she lost.

           When she had finally made it, when she propped herself up in the corner, she pressed her hand to where her other arm had been. She tried to stifle the bleeding, to do anything, but her consciousness was dwindling, she could see the grey snaking in on the edges of her vision. She squeezed her eyes shut, let Vera and Shaxx’s faces, their voices, play through her mind. If she was going to die she wanted her last thoughts to be of them. She felt a weight on her shoulder, a shuttering mess of a ghost nestling up into the crook of her neck. She pressed her cheek against him, finally letting a fully formed sob rip free of her chest.

           She didn’t hear the footsteps, hell she barely noticed the small figure that stood over her, but then there were hands. They tugged at her, pulled at her armor until it was free of her left side, a loud rip echoed the chamber as she felt the chill of the air sting the wounds across her ribs, where the metal had dug itself when the explosion took her arm. She heard a voice, but the words were too distant, as if spoken underwater, to understand. She remembered pain, shaking her body, twisting in her gut until she emptied what little food she had eaten across the floor. She was sure she screamed. But it was like a dream, a nightmare, details too vague and cloaked in a mist that was near impenetrable. The next thing she knew, the next clear moment she could remember was her head against something soft, her armor was gone but she was surrounded in something warm and she could see a face. They were Exo in nature, that much was for sure, but unlike any she’d met before, half their face was crumpled in, but they watched, stared, with eyes that flickered from a harsh black and green of code to a soft blue. Her eyelids were heavy though, she couldn’t continue, but for some reason as her eyes rolled back in her head she felt safe.

[immortanfuriosa]

immortanfuriosa > jjarenward

[thexostranger]

yeah that floating ball is just a freeloader

the traveler lives on the speaker’s couch, eats all his food & never pays rent

[kissingagrumpygiant]

Its a good mood bront

It’s my constant mood, in general, always,