years ago today (Nov 15, 2001) Halo and the Xbox were released. At
first, i didn’t pay the console, or the game, much mind. I had my doubts
about Microsoft and this relatively unknown shooter brought over from the
computer world, so i figured i’d give the system a pass for the time being.
Over the next few months though, i kept hearing good things about Halo.
It got rave reviews in the magazines and a few people i knew played it
non stop. But still, i held off. Then one night, i stopped by my friends
house to hang out for a bit. After a while, he asked if i wanted to
play some games and suggested we dive into a few levels of Halo, Co-op.
played the first 4-5 areas straight through and about 30 minutes in, i
was completely hooked. I can’t overstate the amount of joy and fun i
had. Headshotting grunts, driving the warthog off cliffs while blasting
the horn, and watching groups of Covenant scatter and curse at me in
their alien language as i chucked a grenade right in the middle of them,
had me smiling from ear to ear. And playing it all with a friend,
cooperatively (which was something i had never really done before),
brought the experience to a completely new level. The controls were
tight, the AI was fantastic and the levels were massive. I couldn’t ask
for much more when it came to gameplay.
Summary: It’s reader’s birthday. Sam and Dean surprise her. Pairing: Dean X Female!Reader Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester Chapter name: Happy Birthday, Babe Summary: You and Dean finally give it to your feelings. Warnings: I’m focusing on the relationship here, not the cases; cussing, song use; fluff, Gifs aren’t mine, they’re from Google or Tumblr. Set on season 1.
The next morning, Y/N woke up alone in bed after blissfully falling asleep in Dean’s arms. She was dressed in his button down shirt, and a pair of his boxers. His scent was all around her, and it brought a smile to her face.
She pressed her face in to the pillow, grinning like a school girl for a few seconds before her stomach woke her up, letting her how hungry she was.
Well, after a night like that it wasn’t exactly a surprise that she needed to restore her energy.
“Dean?” She called, not receiving an answer. “Sam?”
Y/N looked around, noting that the room was empty. Looking at the clock, she realised that the previous night had tired her way more than she imagined. It was already 2pm.
Sleepily, she walked to the bathroom and reached for her toothbrush. She noticed a piece of paper on the corner of the mirror while she brushed her teeth.
‘Follow the footprints.’ She read in Dean’s handwriting.
The woman frowned. Footprints?
She brushed her hair quickly, proceeded to look for the “footprints” she opened the motel door. Outside in the corridor, she found them leading to another room.
Y/N rolled her eyes with a smirk. She knew it.
Grabbing her phone and the room keys, she followed the instructions and walked in the direction the prints led her, knocking on the door and waiting for an answer.
“Come in, but with your eyes closed.” Sam yelled from the other side of the door.
She laughed, but obeyed, Dean held her hand as soon as she stepped blindly inside.
“Don’t open your eyes until I tell you to.” He warned, guiding her to the center of the room before stepping away. “Ready?”
“You are the bastion of our family,” he told me. “You will redeem all. You go with
my hopes, my dreams, and my love.”
“I go proud of my family - and of my father,” I said.
A streak shot across our sky, and our planet’s protective shields opened a
glittering gate, like a ring of precious stones, through which that streak now passed,
slowed, turned upright…
Hovered above the nearest disk-sea: a Council ship, ornate and supremely fast
and powerful, its shape like a double upsweep of winds cast in gold and bronze. I
had not seen one in five years, and had never travelled in one.
A transport flier blipped from the side of the Council ship and covered the
distance to our sky dock in a few minutes
My father and I parted without further words. I looked back only once, to see my
mother and sister on one parapet, wearing ceremonial gowns that hovered about
their armour, blue and silver with streaks of vibrant crimson. And on another
parapet, I saw Father, tall and steady against the red and violet sky.
My eagerness to rejoin the Didact and perhaps meet the Librarian felt perverse,
even cruel. I look back now, and wish my memory of those last days on my family’s
planet would leave me forever, for they bring only an extraordinary pain.
saw my family again - alive and free.[Halo: Cryptum]
Another poster I thought I make leading up to Halo 3′s 10th birthday. A simple lineup of the various armor permuations for Spartans in multiplayer. This general design will always be my favourite in the whole franchise.
Halo 3 in general will remain my favourite game from the Xbox 360 era. Although it won’t be getting an Anniversary treatment, the upcoming backwards compatibility support will definitely entice me into playing classic Halo multiplayer once again…. :)
Hope you guys like it!
From left to right:
- Mark VI (Default)
- Mark V
Rendered in Source Filmmaker and edited in Adobe Photoshop.
I do NOT own Halo! Copyright belongs to 343 Industries and Microsoft Studios!