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eris morn and the gang vs. the lgbt agenda (hard mode)
eris/toland is the wide-eyed insatiably curious young student and lonely mad professor desperate to be listened to dynamic
eris/eriana is the i was the third wheel and now i’m picking up the pieces in hope of not being the only wheel left dynamic
eris/vell is the “you saved my life, how can i repay you?” “just stay with me, that’s enough” dynamic
eris/sai is the baby’s first mutual homoerotic friendship dynamic
eris/omar is the “i miss you -> nvm i took my meds -> they wore off what’s up” dynamic
does the painfully small first crota fireteam fandom have like a glossary of headcanons. what mass delusions can we all agree on
No-text version of First Crota Fireteam Finds & Kills A God.
Intimacy #14 (Sharing Drinks) w Omar and Sai?
Debated whether I considered this an "unusual" ask! However, I've never written them before so it counts. I have to say @bbyfacedx's recent fics/art have inspired me with these two, but you can interpret their relationship however you want.
"Whatcha got there?" Sai asks, brown eyes glistening covetously at Omar's drink. It's a delectable-looking mug of . . . she's not sure, maybe a latte or hot cocoa if she had to hazard a guess. Whatever it is, it's covered in a towering dollop of whipped cream, chocolate shavings, and a drizzle of caramel for good measure.
Omar likes sweet drinks but the gaudy display of toppings isn't usually his thing. The uncharacteristic nature of it intrigues her more than if he'd just shown up with a can of energy drink, or a cold brew with too much cream and sugar.
". . . Coffee," he says, preemptively lifting it up and out of arm's reach as she leans in to steal a taste. "Sai, you have your own drink."
She gives a forlorn glance at her modest cup of milk tea. "This is not that."
"That sounds like your problem," says Omar. "Besides, you wouldn't like it."
"I would!"
He tries his hardest to avoid the small hunter's doleful stare as he takes a swill. Unfortunately, Sai can be irritatingly intense when she chooses, and has chosen to now. Wiping the cream off his nose, he pushes his drink into her free hand. "Suit yourself."
She passes her teacup to him. Excitedly hefts the mug to her lips with both hands, takes a long slug—
And immediately chokes, barely managing to swallow down her portion. "Sky above, Omar —" she stammers between coughs, "What'd you mix in?"
"Something the lads at the Coyote's Den concocted," he grins, referencing one of the more storied hunter speakeasies in the old part of town. Sai usually didn't go there, too busy and loud, unless every other joint in the City was closed for the night/morning and she was desperately in need of caffeine or imbibements. "This might have been a failed experiment, so Mendoza sold me a bottle at cost. 'Just make sure you let your Ghost know before you drink it' is what she told me, hah. Pretty good if you can mix enough crap in with it to distract from the aftertaste."
"Eugh, awful," says Sai, before taking another tentative nip. "It grows on you, though . . ."
"I'm not getting that back, am I?" he asks, taking a short sip, then a second longer drink from the cup. The velvety blend of smoky black tea, sweet cream, and notes of cardamom and cinnamon are delicious, even without his additions. "You know what? Scratch that. You can keep it. But you might want to tell Yuka before you stumble off the Tower wall or get hit by a trolley on your way home."
(Somewhere in Sai's bead-embroidered hood, she chirps affirmatively.)
"Won't you walk me back?" She asks, tucking her arm around his. Her tipsy sentimentality was excruciatingly charming, enough to momentarily divert him from his plans for the evening.
He gives a good-natured huff. Steadies Sai when she wobbles a little. "Karsys, let Olu know I'll be a bit late to our Go match. I don't want her to go around crowing about a forfeit victory . . ."
Sai gives a happy bounce on her feet as they turn and make their way toward midtown.
this is genuinely what i imagined in my brain when i wrote them all getting frisky on one very small couch……
art challenge: draw your/your ocs fireteam like this
i definitely agree with all of these but would make the following adjustments:
1.) shift omar to the right of the jock/nerd axis just past eris and ever so slightly down on the prep/goth axis. he’s almost as moody as eris wears almost as much jewelry. will obnoxiously mansplain about his incredibly niche areas of interest if given the opportunity. i see the jock physique but he’s a little squishy, emotionally too.
2.) shift vell to the left of the jock/nerd axis just past eris and ever so slightly down up the prep/goth axis. I would consider vell to be strategic and clever but not quite genuinely book-smart enough to be a nerd; he has good ideas and they work but it’s 80% dumb luck. i would say he’s preppy in the sense that he takes gelling his hair very seriously and actually thinks his style is the height of fashion
First Crota Fireteam (plus Wei Ning) alignments. Discuss.
thinking about the first crota fireteam and how crucial eris was to recruitment. the mission in itself was to avenge guardians lost to crota but there was a specific tint of focus toward avenging wei ning, something eris didn’t have much of a personal stake in aside from being a friend of her’s and eriana’s. and yet, she went on to recruit people who were obviously incredibly important to her; sai who seems to trust her with complete faith, vell who saved her life once and is willing to do it again, omar who only agreed to go because eris supports the cause, toland who she’d probably looked up to even in his exile, who has genuine faith in the mission despite everything.
and then, they die one by one and eris is entirely helpless to stop it. maybe it would be less bittersweet if they’d accomplished anything close to their original goal, if eris could come out of the hellmouth knowing her team’s deaths weren’t in vain. but they don’t, and they are, and everything was all in vain from the very beginning.
it’s interesting how eris emulates them, keeps them alive through herself. like sai, she trusts herself to carry out this insane hive ascension ritual with little concern for the personal risk. like vell, she adventures out into a hostile frozen wasteland and fights to protect others no matter the cost, even those she barely knows. like omar, she keeps talismans and charms and gives them to others who need reassurance, a reminder she’s in their corner. like toland, she’s the hive expert who still seeks to teach and mentor despite her more self-imposed solitude.
and of course, like eriana, her passionate love and craving for vengeance are constantly at war with one another. her sorrow, he guilt, her anguish over what she’s lost, competing with her desire to help, to mend, to protect what little she has left, to save a world she still somehow has faith in. the difference between them is that eris’ love will always win. she will not be led blindly into any pit again, not by her thirst for revenge, not by her despair, not by the darkness, not by the deep.
hanging out with the hot goth girl polycule and it's honestly going great i honestly can't imagine a scenario where i don't end up getting laid here. hold on a second they want to me sit in a big cauldron of hot water for some reason can i call you back
this is so true. eris fucked up by putting all her eggs in one hellmouth. she should have left sai omar and vell in the tower as a failsafe, like how they don’t let all the people who know the secret KFC recipe fly on the same plane
the polyamory couldn't save them in the end. but it matters that it was there
i just think that eris morn is someone who is habitually addicted to sleeping with her coworkers/mentees/mentors/bosses. god forbid a woman have hobbies
first crota fireteam headcanons!
putting this below a cut because it’s ungodly long. i have so many thoughts about them and pre-hellmouth eris i just let the delusions take over.
Eris Morn
Initially very outgoing, optimistic and talkative, typical Hunter sense of humor, curiosity, snd adventurousness, with a touch of that Warlock-y bookishness
Short, about 5’5, and a little chubby, physically in her late 20’s-early 30’s, brown curly hair with bangs, generally very neat and well-kept appearance with a preference for comfy sweaters/long skirts
Competitive and surprisingly intelligent for a Hunter, very nimble and quick in combat, Arc Blade Dancer
Friendly and even a little promiscuous, disastrously non-monogamous bisexual heartbreaker, catches feelings fast and easy
Close relationship with Brya, who acts like a cross between a nagging Russian babushka and the one girl in the friend group who takes closet organization a little too seriously.
Became progressively more mature throughout the Ahamkara Hunt/Great Disaster, during which she was the oblivious third-wheel to Eriana and Wei Ning
Changed drastically after Wei Ning’s death, becoming more reserved but still optimistic and hopeful
Her #1 motivation for the attack on Crota was to help Eriana find peace and heal from Wei Ning’s death; absolutely had strange and undefined feelings for Eriana
Vell Tarlowe
Courageous and noble, a prime example of the “knightly” Titan. Focused on honor and ethics, doing the right thing and never leaving anyone behind
Handsome and boyishly charming, about 6’2 and fit but not incredibly bulky, sun-tanned with beachy blonde hair and blue eyes; think Captain America meets Ken from the Barbie movie.
Multi-subclass with a preference toward Void; more of a lover than a fighter. Will always prioritize getting civilians and teammates out safely over taking out enemies when possible
Probably the second oldest after Toland, has had a long-running patrol in the EDZ villages helping transport civilians through enemy territory
Saved Eris and Brya from being crushed under debris after a Fallen attack, then recruited her for his patrol team; he has a strong fondness for her that remained even after Eris went her own way
Has an extremely sensitive side and cares deeply for other people, especially children; highly empathetic and would give you the shirt off his back if you asked, selfless to a fault
Treats Razor almost like a little brother; he’s Vell’s #1 hype man and encourager of his occasional reckless ideas
Metalwork is his “peace of mind” hobby, enjoys the repetitive process of making chainmail and other small jewelry crafts, especially for his close friends and partners
Immediately hit it off with Omar upon introduction; the extrovert friend who handles social situations Omar is too awkward for
His death in the Hellmouth was 100% pure self-sacrifice; he’d volunteered to guard the rear, didn’t draw any attention to himself or cry for help to prevent the others from getting hurt trying to save him
Died at peace knowing he’d at least helped his team get to their destination safely
Sai Mota
Shy, quiet, and very introverted, unassuming and easily overlooked. She initially gravitated toward Eris’ outgoing nature
Very petite, about 5’3, extremely thin and flexible, of Asian descent, straight dark hair, dark eyes, and freckles!
Knife girl, has at least 6 on her person at all times, stealthy assassin-style fighter, Bade Barrage and throwing knife enthusiast
Carves beads/charms and makes jewelry in her free time, sometimes sells it for a little extra Glimmer
Has a tendency to be easily convinced or persuaded, typically relies on others for guidance and decision-making, very go with the flow and adaptable
Despite being quiet, Sai is unstoppable if you get her fired up about something she’s passionate about. Will lecture you if you talk down on yourself in her presence
Was just as optimistic about the attack on Crota as Eris, if not more, very quick to befriend Vell, Omar, and even Toland
Lost it a little bit after Vell’s death. She knew their mission was doomed and accepted that if he hadn’t survived, she probably wouldn’t make it out either, wanted her death to be meaningful
After they failed to kill the Hand of Crota, she ran in the opposite direction of Eriana to allow her escape, allowed Yuka to keep reviving her so many times as a diversion to keep Omnigul distracted even though it was a waste of her Light
Toland was 100% right about her; she desperately craved her team’s respect, especially from Eris
Omar Agah
Mega-nerd, detail oriented, and painfully socially awkward. Could not navigate his way out of a social situation to save his life.
Tall, around 6’0, very broad and bulky build, not fat persay but definitely a big guy. Dark-skinned Afro-Latino with long locs and brown eyes, says he’s 31 because that’s a Good Number.
OCD as hell and extremely picky/particular/paranoid about everything. Chronic skin-picker, rest in pieces to his upper arms, lips, and fingers, he has tons of scarring and picks so much his ghost can barely keep up with it
Some of his obsessions include: 2 and 4 are unlucky numbers, asymmetry is bad luck, if he doesn’t give his little talismans to people in his life they’ll die horrifically and it’s his fault.
Multi-subclass Hunter. Will obsess over what works best for each specific mission/objective. The most flawless and meticulous builds and weapon-ability combos
His ghost, Karsys, is relatively quiet and uninvolved with Omar, more of a strong and silent protector when necessary
Met Eris when she saved him from certain final death in a lost sector. She stumbled across him by chance, but Omar took it as a sign that she’s Good Luck
Any time he has a risky mission coming up, he’ll pop up at Eris’ door with treats and little gifts and spend the night chatting with her like she’s some Goddess of Fortune
Full faith in the Crota raid because Eris Is There
Absolutely HATES Toland’s vibes. Everything about him screams misfortune and Omar can’t stand it
Gave every one of his team mates their own little talisman before the raid just for that extra good-luck boost; held onto Eris’ though she declined it
Sai and Vell’s deaths pretty much shattered his entire world view. He made sure everything was perfect, that they were wearing his gifts, and they still died.
Felt like he deserved the torture of losing his ghost and having his Light torn away piece by piece because he failed to protect his team. Ouch!
When Eris saw him in his final moments, he urged her to leave him behind and press on, confident that she’d make it to the end even if he’d damned the rest of their team
Obviously it wasn’t his choice to get turned into a bug, but funny enough, Bug Omar is a cricket! And Bug Omar gets encased in amber when Eris puts him in Xenophage. Both crickets and amber are symbols of good luck :)
Toland, the Shattered
Enigmatic cryptic old man scholar, frustratingly cagey, speaks in riddles, major know-it-all and certified well-actually specialist.
Lanky and tallish, around 5’10-11, long black hair and pretty pale from lack of sunlight. Probably a little Native American somewhere in his ancestry, visibly a bit more aged than the others, between late 40’s-early 50’s
NOVA BOMB VOIDLOCK BABY!! Collects Hive weapons for funsies but rarely uses them in close range combat
Poor eyesight and very little spatial awareness, strong disdain for the flesh and neglects basic tasks like eating, sleeping, bathing, etc. when he’s fixated on something. Also super clumsy and constantly bruised from running into shit in his little exiled wizard lair
Toland and Guren are typical freak and freak-enabler. They’re each others’ only company in exile, so Guren feeds into all of Toland’s ideas and theories and gets just as invested as he is
The Hive obsession is strong and he definitely was treading into some dangerous territory, theorized that a Lightbearer could commune with the Hive via hearing the Deathsong and ultimately produce Lucent Hive
Joined the team mostly to get in close proximity with Ir Yut and planned to offer himself and his Light up to her
Unveiled his signature weapon to his raid team as the “Osseous Rifle of Four-Hundred Screams”, but Omar freaked out, said it had “bad juju”, and the nickname stuck.
Clicked surprisingly well with Sai despite not having a ton of faith in her, also close with Eris and Eriana as he’d briefly tutored them in Hive lore when they were preparing for the first attack on Crota. They aren’t sure whether the information he gave them had anything to do with Wei Ning’s death
Guided the team through the Hellmouth, took care of translating any Hive tunes they came across and solving all the puzzles. Genuinely made a valiant effort until they reached Ir Yut
Rocked up to her with all his autistic rizz on some “let’s form an alliance” shit and got balled anyway. Not mad about it though!
Eriana-3
Semi-competent lesbian with a strong will and fighting spirit. If Eris is a Warlock-ish Hunter, Eriana is a Titan-ish Warlock. That big heart gets her into a Lot Of Situations.
Around 5’10, slender but sturdy build and very elegant looking for an Exo. Her plating is white, grey and orange with markings around the crown of her head that resemble a sunburst. Very piercing orange-yellow eyes
Phoenix Protocol Well-lock. Typical strategy is keeping her well up at all times so Wei and Eris could do most of the offense/damage and run back to her for healing
Spent most of her time as a guardian trying to be that ideal super-serious no fun allowed Praxic Warlock— until she met Wei Ning
Fell in love with Wei Ning the first time she heard her laugh, then Wei spent most of their “talking” stage trying to get Eriana to laugh back. Eriana’s laugh is super dorky and obnoxious and Wei loved it
They got married in a simple ceremony at the bar they first met at— Eriana gave Wei a hand cannon as a wedding gift hence the name Eriana’s Vow. Wei gifted her a specially-made version of the Fighting Lion grenade launcher that had enhanced damage perks while standing in a Well
Jax and Wei Ning’s Ghost were in love too :)
Met Eris through association with Ikora— viewed her as a close friend and is very protective of her. There’s something confusing and complex going on with their relationship, but Wei treated Eris like a little sister and Eriana didn’t know how to navigate that.
Easily the least reckless of their group before Wei Ning’s death. That was a major turning point and all her composure went out the door. She became very impulsive and revenge-driven, not caring about the consequences so long as it meant avenging Wei
Relied on Eris for a lot of emotional support after that, which Eris definitely took the wrong way. They kissed and slept together (like actually cuddled and fell asleep) a handful of times before facing Crota, but they both knew it wasn’t anything serious and Eris would never be to her what Wei was
Fond of Vell, Sai and Omar, trusted them to care for Eris in all the ways she couldn’t; still saw them as expendable but had hope they’d be smart enough to retreat if things got dicey
Very contentious relationship with Toland; her Praxic ideology contradicts with his affinity for the Hive and she harbors suspicion that he misled them in the first Crota raid and/or somehow contributed to Wei’s death. She definitely might have hoped that something would happen to Toland during their raid
Her objective for the raid was “avenge Wei Ning or die trying”, very much did not intend to make it out herself. By the time they actually embarked on the raid, she was entirely consumed and blinded by her need for vengeance.
Was essentially “throwing” the entire raid, not playing to her skill set, fighting offensively and Titan-like rather than staying support, never used her Well a single time in the Hellmouth
Not to mention, she was using Wei Ning’s gun the entire time!!! Not, yknow, one of her own long-range weapons that she was used to using to suit her combat style
Died willingly to Ir Yut, assuming that the rest of her team was already dead and she’d taken them all to the grave in pursuit of vengeance— unleashed the full power of her Light as she died as a last-ditch effort to make this all mean something, even if it was only injuring the Deathsinger in the process
First Crota Fireteam Beach AU (Pt. I) for @d2artevents Solar Embrace Vol. 5!
Summer fun in the Lunar Sea of Rains with Eris, Toland, Eriana, Omar, Vell, Wei and Sai ... but beware the Hellmouth, a mysterious marine sinkhole in which monsters are rumored to dwell!