OK so like you asked for them in the color palette meme BUT LIKE. I saw your request and I just…imagined THIS and i just…OTL If you REALLY WANT a palette version I will do it just…just know though you did this to me…i hope you are happy requester!! >:(

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dakota twins

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in the same way that wash isn’t capable of dying, is he actually able to kill things? like he can shoot things really well, but the meta survived his attack and was only eventually killed by the reds and blues, sharkface survived an attack involving him and a massive collapsing building, donut didn’t die even tho he got shot point blank, what i’m saying here is that wash’s cockroach like abilities are apparently transferred via bullet according to relevance and south dakota is probably alive

#everyone’s small cute son #(with such terrible anger issues) (via  firingmainecannon)

Concept: AIs locking their implantee’s armor

#I have no other context in mind just#AI-soldier power dynamics are so weird#like ostensibly AIs have less agency in the relationship but#canon spells out for you#that this just isn’t the case.#Alpha ‘possessing’ people#Epsilon self destructing#Gamma violently ditching Reg#Omega’s… everything.#Sigma’s shitshow with maine#and next to Sigma this is honestly#the scariest thing#an AI’s done:#York saying ‘just give me a minute’ and ‘tex don’t let him-’#right before Delta#injects him with anesthetic#this was completely benevolent obviously but it was#the scariest fucking thing because#Delta respects York and likes York and#completely overrides his agency anyway.#Knocks him the fuck out while York panics and tries to tell Tex to stop him#if you put a suit of power armor on and you have neural implants you are#making a marionette of yourself and there is#nothing you can do except#pray that your puppeteer#has your best interests in mind#…unless you’re South#Program override: acknowledge last directive#South’s done taking orders#from a man who has her best interests in mind. (via @epsilontucker)

If RVB characters specialized in different arts, what arts would they do and why? Include specific things if that amuses you (example: Wyoming is amazing at throwing pots, but damn if he doesn’t suck at glazes) And don’t just limit yourself to ‘obvious’ arts like writing and different forms of drawing/painting/music/etc. Arts can include cooking, photography, making cars look fucking sweet, architecture, building highly customized desktop computer cases… Those all count. Go WILD.

Yorks likes to make elaborate keys.

connie is a fantastic blacksmith and forges elaborate weapons that are both functional and gorgeous

north is the fastest knitter on the MOI. made the whole squad matching sweaters. also made matching sweatbands for when the workouts turn into an 80s throwback

south plays both bass and drums very well. she was in a rock band in high school and almost got recruited to some big time bands but said nah and joined the military instead

wyoming is mediocre at piano, but he has perfect pitch and can write amazing music. once detected an engine problem because of a subtle change in pitch. the engineers had no idea how he figured it out so fast but they were terrified and decided that, of all the freelancers they might wanna mess with, wyoming was not one of them

flowers is, true to his name, a genius with horticulture, but in addition to having his own garden ON THE MOI, he’s particularly skilled with flower arrangements. has studied ikebana extensively.

carolina is an accomplished ballerina and is also skilled in interpretive dance. york thought it was kind of funny until she showed him a routine set to sad music and he left in tears

both caboose and donut are masters of baking, but caboose in particular has an eye for decoration. he usually comes up with the designs, and donut actually puts them on pastries, since caboose’s fine motor skills are sometimes a little off.

tucker has a knack for oil panting, but his skills translate well to other mediums. he once snuck to red base back in blood gulch and made a huge spray painting mural of a giant middle finger. the reds were pissed but also so impressed that they had to leave it up because honestly, have you seen the man’s understanding of color theory?

sister is proficient in most brass instruments, including trumpet, trombone, and tuba. she’s also very good at the flute and violin.

grif is a damn good potter, in that his pieces consistently have beautiful form. he usually gets sarge’s input on decorative colors because sarge, too, has an amazing understanding of color theory and values.

simmons, being vegan, is a very creative and skilled cook. he regularly fools grif into eating health food disguised as junk. he also plays the banjo. im pretty sure that and the vegan thing are canon though but still. its cute

church turns anger into an art form. im serious. he makes giant murals by setting up balloons filled with paint and shooting as many as he can. sometimes it takes a few days.

Texas is absolutely flawless at leatherworking. That hunk of scraps is now a beautiful holster for a handgun. She once made a leather recreation of her armor, just for fun.

Washington has turned sass into an artform, but it didn’t get started there. He’s used written word and vocal performance for years before joining the military and once gave a spoken word poetry recitation that was so powerful he left the entire audience in tears.

Felix is also a former ballet performer, though his professional training is a bit lacking. But he can move with the grace and precision that makes it look like he’s actually fricking floating and also so quietly that he’s unnerved several people by just appearing (when he’s not running his mouth that is).

Locus has always been convinced that he doesn’t have any sort of special artistic talent and that he’s too analytical for such a thing, right up until the first time Felix accidentally stabbed himself in the field and Locus had to stitch him up. Those stitches were the most even, artful piece of life-saving anyone has ever seen, especially considering that they were administered by an untrained individual in the middle of a firefight. So sometimes Locus sews.

Kimball is an excellent writer and once upon a time dreamt of writing speeches for great leaders (before she became one). She’s able to put so much emotion into words on paper and, perhaps more importantly, draw the same emotions out of the person reading it. Rumor has it that once when she was pinned down and low on supplies, she sent a request for back-up that was intercepted by the Feds. The Fed Captain and her squad who read it were so moved by her words, they attacked their own forces just to give Kimball a chance.

While Doyle has always enjoyed art from others, he’s never found himself to be very good at any artforms that he’s tried. His words and images don’t convey the messages he wants and he can’t seem to get the right rhythm for music or dance. It’s not until he discovers gardening that he really finds a niche talent. No one grows better herbs and flowers than Donald Doyle and no one quite understands how he can throw together dried leaves and flower petals and make the most delicious teas to have ever touched human tongue.

Doctor Emily Grey is another analytical-minded person, so she puts that into making beautifully crafted artificial limbs for the battle injured. To have a prosthetic made by Dr. Grey is to have the absolute best prosthetic imaginable, just as functional as a flesh-and-bone limb (if not moreso). They’re also designed with wearer comfort at the forefront, years ahead of anything the military or private sector have to offer.

best theory ever

okay so i was thinking about South and North, and how we don’t actually know what happened when the Meta came for them.  All we have is that the last thing South remembers is hearing North scream, and then waking up with Wash there telling her North died.  And later, we have Delta saying that she put him in a position to be killed.

So.  MY THEORY.

They’re both hiding from the Meta, yeah?  Like, in the same area, but not too close to each other.  And South, being South, doesn’t having her goddamn trackers set.  

Meta, with all sneakiness, manages to sneak up on her.  Surprises her.  Meta knocks her out, and the last thing she hears is North screaming and giving away where he was hiding.  

Meta leaves South alive because he can remember (through Maine’s memories and through the memories Eta and Iota had from Carolina maybe?) that North is the one that’s got the AI.  

Delta’s South put him in a position to be killed came from him being implanted in her and finding out that she feels guilty over North’s death - if the Meta hadn’t caught her, he wouldn’t have given away his position.  And also, Delta’s kind of a fucking dick at this point.  

There are a few dodgy spots, I know, but it’s better than the theory that she just fucking fed her brother to an AI-hungry Meta.  

project freelancer more like leonard church’s home for troubled gay astronauts

im still stuck on this tho like:

agent carolina, excellent operative by any standard of measurement who has an uncanny ability to piss off anyone assigned to work with her. creates a Hostile Work Environment due to her competitive nature. tends to assume effective field tactical control of every unit she is placed in regardless of chain of command. lashes out against perceived incompetence. natural leader crushed and agitated by military bureaucracy.

agent maine, who has “accidentally” killed and/or paralyzed no less than three other marines in hand-to-hand combat training. eats more than his fair share of field rations. sometimes pretends not to understand english.

agent connecticut, competent soldier who nevertheless makes trouble for each and every one of her immediate superiors for sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. assigned to the project partly as punishment, partly to get her out of the way.

agent washington, who keeps his bunkmates up at all hours with his tossing and turning. obsessively cleans his guns. 1,000 yard stare. only talks when someone brings up their cat, and then he won’t shut up and insists on seeing pictures.

agent new york, wanted for petty theft by eight separate colonial militia and beats everyone at cards. tends to return from shore leaves visibly shaking with his pupils dilated. possibly not even enlisted, just showed up one day. serial buck-passer.

agents north and south dakota, the Most Gay and Most Troubled, respectively. only effective in the field when paired together. both have numerous citations for fraternizing within the ranks. south dakota refuses to trim her non-regulation hair and has the biggest authority problem her commanding officers have ever encountered. north dakota is a common subject of complaint by male soldiers who claim he has lured them into dark alleys and beaten them up for ‘looking at his sister funny’.

agent florida, who has a spotless service record but nevertheless is transferred from unit to unit on the weekly. his commanding officers cite ‘poor tactical fit’, but fellow grunts insist that his collection of human ears in a mason jar is responsible; specifically, how he acquires them. (’also, he asked me to call him ‘daddy’’).

pilot 479er, who is always up at night modifying every engine in the motor pool to run ‘better’ (read: faster). non-regulation haircut, multiple piercings, and too many barrel rolls with officers on board.

agent wyoming, inexplicable twentieth-century british accent. possible time-traveler from MI-5. definite spy. terrible jokes.

and of course agent texas, Actual Gay Robot

Best friends forever

There was no fighting. They just… Look, it doesn’t matter.

freelancers. so graceful. so elegant

“MY Agents”

how in the world do you draw strollers

Headcanon that Wash’s only really prominent scarring is a jagged line down one side of his lips, courtesy of an Insurrectionist back in Freelancer trying to kill him via knife to the face. The shock left him lying there for a few minutes stunned and with a blade protruding from his visor his team thought him dead but then he suddenly sat up post-extraction and half of them started screaming and Niner nearly crashed the Pelican.

When the dust cleared, things were looking bad. Michigan was dead. As in, she was split in half. Carolina heard the pelican incoming and hauled herself to her feet. Everything hurt, but as she started walking, the suit’s medical systems came back online, dosing her readily with painkillers. York waved her over. He was standing over Wash’s body. There was a knife sticking out of his visor.

“Fuck. Fuck. God dammit,” Carolina hissed under her breath. They take the rookies out, and this happens. And she was just starting to like the two of them. They’d been teasing them on the way over.

“Lina, I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. It’s my team,” she said.

“Extraction is here, skies looking pretty empty but let’s not hang around, right guys?” Niner’s voice buzzed in over the radio. “Come on, chop chop,” she added. Carolina sighed.

“Where’re the twins?” she asked.

“They got out before the explosion, probably already in the ship,” York said. Carolina nodded. They hauled the bodies on board quickly and took off. In the air, Carolina watched blood from Michigan soaking across the floor, Wash’s body lying still as a statue. He’d been so tense and jumpy on the way over, flinching at every joke Niner made about crashing. He’d been so… alive.

York put a hand on Carolina’s.

“I know you’re blaming yourself,” he said.

“For good reason,” Carolina hissed. On the other side of the ship, North and South were sullen. They were fighting about something again. Or the somber tone of the ride had rubbed off on them.

“They’re dead because of the insurrectionists, not you.”

“They’re dead because I’m not fast enough, York. I’m not good enough.”

“No one trains harder than you. And listen I—” He didn’t get to finish that thought because Wash’s dead body sat up, and North, South, and York all started screaming at once.

“Holy mother of god!” Carolina heard North yell. The ship veered to the side without warning and Wash went tumbling forwards. Carolina thought fast. Wash was alive. There was a knife in his helmet—and possibly face. He was hurtling towards wall and he was going to die in about ten seconds. Carolina jumped out of her seat and grabbed him by the shoulders before he could crash into his untimely death. The pelican righted itself.

“What the fuck is everyone screamin’ about?” Niner yelled from up front.

“Wash isn’t dead!” Carolina called, happiness bubbling up.

“Ennnhh,” Wash said, which was probably his attempt at letting them know that yes, he was alive, with a knife still in his mouth.

“Can you keep it steady for a minute?” Carolina called.

“Uh, sure,” Niner called back.

“Carolina, don’t you think you should wait for—” York started to say, but Carolina had already pulled the knife out.

“Aaaah,” Wash said. Carolina lifted his helmet off. His face was gushing blood but it looked like he was most intact. Carolina felt this big goofy grin take over her face.

“You’re alive,” she said.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, through torn lips.

“You’re okay,” she said, grabbing his shoulders. Behind her, York just started cracking up.