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ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ/ʜᴀʟᴏ-ʀᴘ/ᴍᴠʀᴘ/ᴍᴅɴɪ/ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ #Queekisms
- processing all of this.
“Can I convince you to assign me to some lush holiday-esk post instead?”
It was mostly a joke. Mostly.
“Can I convince you to assign me to some lush holiday-esk post instead?”
It was mostly a joke. Mostly.
November 14, 2025 at 1:30 AM
- processing all of this.
“Can I convince you to assign me to some lush holiday-esk post instead?”
It was mostly a joke. Mostly.
“Can I convince you to assign me to some lush holiday-esk post instead?”
It was mostly a joke. Mostly.
Maybe he should just take it in stride? Figure it out on the fly? No, that wasn’t him either.
He took back his hand and quietly nodded away at Hood despite the fact that the older man had finished his last sentence a few moments ago by this point in time.
It was clear he was just -
He took back his hand and quietly nodded away at Hood despite the fact that the older man had finished his last sentence a few moments ago by this point in time.
It was clear he was just -
November 14, 2025 at 1:30 AM
Maybe he should just take it in stride? Figure it out on the fly? No, that wasn’t him either.
He took back his hand and quietly nodded away at Hood despite the fact that the older man had finished his last sentence a few moments ago by this point in time.
It was clear he was just -
He took back his hand and quietly nodded away at Hood despite the fact that the older man had finished his last sentence a few moments ago by this point in time.
It was clear he was just -
The explicit mention of his new posting had made Jon’s mind rush. It was a dawn of realisation breaking through all the personal drama that had just led to his brief moment of self-confidence.
He had so many questions. But he tried to distil it down to one. Maybe two. Three? Oh! He wasn’t sure.
He had so many questions. But he tried to distil it down to one. Maybe two. Three? Oh! He wasn’t sure.
November 14, 2025 at 1:30 AM
The explicit mention of his new posting had made Jon’s mind rush. It was a dawn of realisation breaking through all the personal drama that had just led to his brief moment of self-confidence.
He had so many questions. But he tried to distil it down to one. Maybe two. Three? Oh! He wasn’t sure.
He had so many questions. But he tried to distil it down to one. Maybe two. Three? Oh! He wasn’t sure.
#Queekisms
We’re not gunna talk about me being pretty young and still relating.
(I’m in great health!)
We’re not gunna talk about me being pretty young and still relating.
(I’m in great health!)
November 8, 2025 at 5:10 PM
#Queekisms
We’re not gunna talk about me being pretty young and still relating.
(I’m in great health!)
We’re not gunna talk about me being pretty young and still relating.
(I’m in great health!)
Also just being able to say this amuses me
“Oh! Queek! You’re in the Halo verse? Who do you write? I bet it’s the Master Chief or some cool Elite right?”
Actually, I write a middle-aged nerd and a janitor.
“Oh! Queek! You’re in the Halo verse? Who do you write? I bet it’s the Master Chief or some cool Elite right?”
Actually, I write a middle-aged nerd and a janitor.
November 4, 2025 at 3:26 PM
Also just being able to say this amuses me
“Oh! Queek! You’re in the Halo verse? Who do you write? I bet it’s the Master Chief or some cool Elite right?”
Actually, I write a middle-aged nerd and a janitor.
“Oh! Queek! You’re in the Halo verse? Who do you write? I bet it’s the Master Chief or some cool Elite right?”
Actually, I write a middle-aged nerd and a janitor.
(Unironically, half of the costume is just old relics from the family home. But he will never admit that.)
November 1, 2025 at 12:15 AM
(Unironically, half of the costume is just old relics from the family home. But he will never admit that.)
Oh. He was still a bit of a wreck, but he had a sudden fierceness in his eyes uncharacteristically confident of the normally nervous Jon.
“I uh. I don’t know what to say.”
“I uh. I don’t know what to say.”
October 31, 2025 at 8:20 PM
Oh. He was still a bit of a wreck, but he had a sudden fierceness in his eyes uncharacteristically confident of the normally nervous Jon.
“I uh. I don’t know what to say.”
“I uh. I don’t know what to say.”
- with his father’s voice. That old scolding and hollowing out of his self-confidence from his youth coming back to mock him.
In a near instant: Jon fought for and regained his nerves. He stood up, carefully straightening out his jacket as he did so, and he took the hand.
“T-thank you, Sir.”
In a near instant: Jon fought for and regained his nerves. He stood up, carefully straightening out his jacket as he did so, and he took the hand.
“T-thank you, Sir.”
October 31, 2025 at 8:20 PM
- with his father’s voice. That old scolding and hollowing out of his self-confidence from his youth coming back to mock him.
In a near instant: Jon fought for and regained his nerves. He stood up, carefully straightening out his jacket as he did so, and he took the hand.
“T-thank you, Sir.”
In a near instant: Jon fought for and regained his nerves. He stood up, carefully straightening out his jacket as he did so, and he took the hand.
“T-thank you, Sir.”
- come back and go into complete overdrive as the nerves set in. More responsibility? More pressure? Could he handle that? Was he the right choice for this? Did he deserve it?
But as Jon was slowly getting up, he realised something. Those voices, those doubts, those fears, they spoke at him -
But as Jon was slowly getting up, he realised something. Those voices, those doubts, those fears, they spoke at him -
October 31, 2025 at 8:20 PM
- come back and go into complete overdrive as the nerves set in. More responsibility? More pressure? Could he handle that? Was he the right choice for this? Did he deserve it?
But as Jon was slowly getting up, he realised something. Those voices, those doubts, those fears, they spoke at him -
But as Jon was slowly getting up, he realised something. Those voices, those doubts, those fears, they spoke at him -
Jon’s eyes widened. This was a joke? Right? Surely Hood is…
Then it sorta hit the bumbling idiot.
No, this wasn’t a gag.
Of course it wasn’t! What part of THE Admiral Lord Hood came across like a guy who liked a laugh? He immediately felt the heart palpitations from before he entered the office -
Then it sorta hit the bumbling idiot.
No, this wasn’t a gag.
Of course it wasn’t! What part of THE Admiral Lord Hood came across like a guy who liked a laugh? He immediately felt the heart palpitations from before he entered the office -
October 31, 2025 at 8:20 PM
Jon’s eyes widened. This was a joke? Right? Surely Hood is…
Then it sorta hit the bumbling idiot.
No, this wasn’t a gag.
Of course it wasn’t! What part of THE Admiral Lord Hood came across like a guy who liked a laugh? He immediately felt the heart palpitations from before he entered the office -
Then it sorta hit the bumbling idiot.
No, this wasn’t a gag.
Of course it wasn’t! What part of THE Admiral Lord Hood came across like a guy who liked a laugh? He immediately felt the heart palpitations from before he entered the office -