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a birthday gift 🎉
my dearest's @viper-zero-one OC, Saint Rastus of the Silver Templars. I loved drawing him
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Silver Templar
by George Earl Abalayan
#imperium#space marines#loyalist astartes#silver templars#primaris space marines#dark imperium#warhammer#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#40k#george earl#monochrome
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=+= Chaplain Caedmon =+=
Silver Templars - 10th Company
Character belongs to @picatea
#art#warhammer 40000#warhammer 40k#warhammer art#warhammer oc#warhammer fanart#wh40000#silvertemplars#silver templars#space marines#adeptus astartes
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Blade Oath
by Thomas Elliott
#imperium#adeptus astartes#astartes#silver templars#location#architecture#plasma weapon#bolter#power weapon#thomas elliott#40k
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work in progress on my silver templars 1st company apothecary
i love phobos armour
#warhammer 40k#space marines#warhammer 40000#silver templars#art#arion vaaltheros#img#txt#my art#oc tag#wip art
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Day 8 means we’re back to successor chapters, and today is the first chapter I didn’t recognize on sight. Today I learned about: the Silver Templars!
Focus and Fury!
The Silver Templars are another Ultramarine successor (we’ll get to the Ultramarines next week, I promise). The reason I didn’t know about them is that they’re brand new--the Silver Templars are one of the first purely Primaris chapters.
See, Primaris Space Marines are the product of a mad genius named Belisarius Cawl, who’s spent thousands of years tinkering with the Emperor’s original supersoldier formula. Cawl had a bunch of test marines sealed in stasis, along with the tools to turn Firstborn marines into Primaris, and the tools to raise up new aspirants as Primaris right out of the box. The debut of these Primaris soldiers was the ‘Ultima Founding’. Many of the new marines went to already-existing chapters whose geneseed they used, filling out their ranks with a wave of new extra-big recruits. But many new chapters were founded around this time, made entirely of Primaris marines, and the Silver Templars are one of them.
The Templars’ main claim to fame is their focus on one-on-one duels. They believe in focus-firing down one opponent at a time, and on a broader strategic level, will often carve a bloody swath through the enemy army to murder their leader. Interestingly, this resembles the behavior of one of the lost traitor legions, the III Legion Emperor’s Children (who got so lost in their pursuit of military perfection that they fell to Slaanesh). Hopefully the Silver Templars don’t walk the same path.
The Silver Templars also have a culture of bonding with their weapons*. They’ll formally and ritually connect themselves to a particular weapon, mastering that particular tool’s use. Losing the bonded weapon is a Big No-No, and they’ll go through hell to get their bonded weapon back.
So that’s the Silver Templars. They don’t have a ton of lore, since they’re so new; as far as I can tell, their backstory is mostly told in some rulebooks and a single novella. But they’re kinda neat. I like their aesthetic, and being “the super duelist-focused chapter” is a cool distinctive trait while still mechanically being similar to others. Sometimes it’s nice to learn about a new thing.
*Hey, what weapons do Space Marines use, anyway?
All the little guys in my advent calendar are holding bolters. A bolter is a weapon designed based on cutting-edge speculative future tech... in the ‘80s. They’re gyrojet weapons (which means the bullets have their own little rockets that propel them once they’re fired) with giant explosive bullets. They’re designed to hit armor, punch through, and then detonate inside the target, turning their insides to soup. Bolters are the standard firearm of the Space Marines, and they come in a wide variety, including sniper, machine-gun, and super-fancy-rounds.
The next step up in power is plasma weaponry. These are glowy blue guns that shoot a lump of super-heated... well... plasma at the enemy, hitting enemies with star-stuff. Plasma weapons can be super-charged to shoot enemies real hard, but the Imperium is bad at making and maintaining plasma weapons, so there’s always a risk that they’ll get too hot and explode on their user.
Then there are specialized ranged weapons. Melta guns use the power of nuclear fusion to punch holes in any solid matter at close range (they’re used for tank-hunting). Flamers are flamethrowers, burninating large swathes of enemy nerds. Missile launchers shoot missiles, it’s not that complicated. Tanks and heavy weapons platforms will carry large auto-weapons (basically a regular gun) and laser weapons. They’re rare these days, but the Legions used to also use graviton weapons (gravity guns that use a target’s weight against them) and volkite weapons (basically heat rays, cooking people inside their armor). I’m probably missing a lot of other obvious weapon types; Space Marines are not short on ways to kill people.
Warhammer 40k is a world that loves its hand-to-hand combat, too, and Space Marines have options in spades. The standard close-combat weapon is a chainsword, which is exactly what it sounds like--a chainsaw stuck on a sword hilt, used to saw through enemy armor (no, this would not actually be effective). Chain weapons also come in axe and bayonet form. Then there are power weapons, which have an in-built force field that reacts violently to any matter they encounter and can thus cut through armor like it’s butter. There are normal-looking power weapons (swords, axes, clubs, Wolverine claws), then there’s thunder hammers (they go ‘boom’ when they hit something), and then there’s power fists. Power fists are giant gauntlets that Space Marines use to punch tanks to death. Some power fists come with a chain-blade attachment, and they’re called chainfists. This shit gets silly.
Last major weapon category is force weapons. A force weapon is basically a power weapon, but instead of having ancient super-tech juicing it up, force weapons are powered by the wielder’s own psychic power. Obviously, they’re only really usable by psykers; for anyone else, it’s just an overly-fancy normal weapon. They’re really good at fucking up daemons.
Again, I’m sure there are obvious weapons I’m forgetting. It gets hard to keep track of all the ways that Space Marines have to murder people. And when they’re in a pinch, they always have their acid spit.
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Primaris Silver Templars by Konstantin
#Warhammer#40k#Imperium#Imperium of Man#Adeptus Astartes#Primus Space Marine#Space Marine#Silver Templars#Sci-FI#Konstantin
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Newly out!
#Banks#Banking#History#Medieval#Middle Ages#Currency#Traveler's Checks#Templars#Usury#Debasing Coinage#Moneychangers#Bills of Exchange#Jewish Bankers#Italian Bankers#Gold#Silver
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Hi! How are you doing? Can't believe it's 2024 already! I hope this isn't weird or random but I have to ask.
In a headcanon sense; what would happen if like Ezio, Connor, Shay or freaking Haytham were in a star-crossed lovers with their s/o? Like Romeo and Juliet kind of classic romance.
Maybe they can ask Arno lol
Hope you're having a wonderful start of 2024! Have a good day, afternoon, evening and night! 🥰
Hey Silver!! Thank you so much 😊 💞 I’m having a great start and I hope you are too!
Arno would be like “I had a love once…🥲💔🥺😢”
Ezio
Oh he would be eating this up like there’s no tomorrow!!
despite the flirtatious attitude, he cares so much and as we’ve seen before, is SUPER emotional and always wants to spare a second for you
Always wants to see you, always touch you, kisses you like he needs air
Connor
He’s such a sentimental sweetie about it all
Always wants to see you, checks up on you, and constantly invites you to the Homestead to spend time
if you are a part of the Brotherhood, he feels so lucky and honored to know you
Shay
He’s so much in denial at first but can’t help it
never been one to follow the rules (strictly) but toes that line between keeping to his Templar allegiance and wanting you
Utterly lost in you, just wants to spare seconds to appreciate any sliver of time visiting with you
Haytham
The biggest denier out there! This man will scoff, deny, make excuses and completely disregard every physical and/or emotional response he has to you
Falls harder than Shay and he’s a disaster with his feelings, pouring over everything in his diary and even sometimes rambles about it
The moment™️ he realizes what this truly is, he loses it. Wants to find you, no NEEDS to find you, tell you everything before it’s too late
#assassin's creed#inbox requests#assassin’s creed x reader#headcanons#writeblr#assassin’s creed#ezio auditore#ezio auditore x reader#ezio auditore da firenze#ezio auditore de firenze#shay cormac x reader#shay cormac#shay patrick cormac#writers on tumblr#ratonhnhaké:ton#ratonhnhaketon x reader#writers of tumblr#haytham kenway x reader#haytham kenway#assassin’s creed iii#ac iii#ac brotherhood#assassin’s creed rogue#ac rogue#arno dorian#arno victor dorian#assassin’s creed unity#ac unity
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so i’m playing Dragon Age 2 for the first time, and i’m always interested to see the ways in which fantasy does and does not engage with history and historical realities. for instance, in Act 1 of DA2, you make a one-off fortune in the Deep Roads and use it to buy back your family’s townhouse in Kirkwall, and you’re evidently trying to reclaim some of your family’s former status in the city. But that’s not enough on its own--I need an income to be a pirate-seducing lady about town, to say nothing of a minor noble. A fancy house won’t cut it! Darcy wasn’t an eligible bachelor because of Pemberly, he was an eligible bachelor because he made 20,000 pounds a year without lifting a finger!
Moreover, why is my dwarven manservant running around town with a bag of coins to give me my cut of the proceeds? This is a complex economy with trade guilds and major import/export capacity, and one beset by both pirates and organized crime. And yet it’s one where everyone deals exclusively in cash, and not only in cash, in high-value gold and silver coinage! Where are the letters of credit? Where are the banks? When Varric offers to make you a partner in the expedition, you have to scare up fifty gold coins in hard money; apparently these dwarves have never heard of a joint-stock company. Between the plate armor, gunpowder, and bureaucratized states with standing armies, Thedas is clearly an early modern world, but it’s one without finance of any kind. Fuck getting involved in the mage-vs-templar bullshit, if you let me be a banker I could own this continent.
#dragon age 2#dragon age#if hawke and this pirate lady don't smooch soon#i'm gonna throw my computer out the window#thedas is embarrasingly flush in specie#david gaider does not understand economics
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Saint Rastus, OC of my absolute favourite @viper-zero-one
a little painting practice
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When Anders didn't show up for supper that night, Gale tried not to worry.
Given all that he had been through, Anders needed time to himself, he tried to reason, but it was a futile effort.
He could only pour over scrolls for so long before he went in search for him.
Not that he had to go far.
Anders was still in camp at least, perched on an outcropping of rock that overlooked the nearby lake.
He waved his hand through the air in intricate patterns, and wisps of light burst forth in an array of colors, forming shapes as he willed it.
Before Gale had a chance to announce his presence, Anders angled his head ever so slightly to the side and spoke.
"Surprised it took you this long to come find me," he greeted.
After a split second of hesitation, Gale stepped forward to join him, taking a seat on the rock beside him as silver moonlight shined down on them from above.
"How did you know I was there?" he asked, watching the first wisp dissipate before Anders crafted another.
"I was what my people called a Grey Warden, remember?" he said as way of explanation. "Always had to be alert in case of a random darkspawn attack." His face scrunched up then, nose wrinkled in disdain. "And it always paid to be vigilant in the Circles."
Gale watched him closely, how he steeled himself at the mere mention of the Circles, how guarded his expression became.
It hurt in a way that he had no words for, to hear what he had suffered in that Thedas of his for simply possessing magic.
It was mind-boggling to Gale, the very notion...
In an attempt to turn both of their minds away to less infuriating subjects, Gale nodded at Anders' light display.
"Having fun?" he asked, glad to see it when Anders cracked a smile.
"Yeah, I guess I am," he admitted in a small whisper. "It's calming, you know, to be able to cast for the sake of doing it. To not have to use my magic for battle for once. To not have to hide it for fear of the Templars or the Chantry.
"Maker, I can't even explain to you how happy I am to finally be able to wear robes out in the open again!" Anders laughed, even as his eyes started to glisten with unshed tears. "It might be strange, having to use a source of power other than the Fade, but..."
He trailed off with a shrug, then looked over at Gale, golden brown eyes drinking in the sight of him from head to toe.
Gale shivered when a nightly breeze trailed over him.
Goosebumps spread over his skin like wildfire.
Smirking, Anders leaned in and whispered, "But I had an excellent teacher."
Gale's heart skipped a beat.
"Is that so?" he breathed.
"Mm-hmm..."
Anders' eyes darted down to Gale's lips, and he sank his teeth into his bottom lip.
Gale swallowed thickly in response.
He couldn't help it. He was drawn in like a moth to a flame.
He leaned in closer as well, so close that he could feel Anders' breath upon his lips.
Their noses brushed. They adjusted the angle, but then uncertainty struck Gale at the most inopportune moment.
He averted his eyes with a bashful grin.
"I, uh, ahem." He cleared his throat. "Are we really about to...?"
"To kiss?"
"Uh-huh."
"I don't know," Anders answered. "Are we? Because I'm certainly not opposed."
"Neither am I," Gale said, perhaps a bit too fast, had it been anyone else, "but you deserve a more romantic display, surely!"
"Heh." Anders chucked and shook his head at him in disbelief. "Gale, what could possibly be more romantic than this? Here I am, embracing my freedom with a smart, handsome man such as yourself and getting swept up in the moment under the night sky. Let me spell it out for you: if there was ever a time for you to make your move, then this is it."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Okay, alright. On that note, I must confess," he told him, "that it has been a while since I've been with anyone physically. Turns out, self-imposed isolation isn't exactly conducive to matters of the flesh."
"No matter," Anders said. Reaching out, he grabbed Gale by the fabric of his robes and dragged him forward until their lips were only a hair’s width away. "I have to say it's been a while for me as well. Perhaps this is something we can explore again. Together."
"And Justice?" Gale asked, concerned. "Is he okay with this too?"
"Trust me," Anders said, huffing out a breath of a laugh, "you would know if he had an issue with it. He doesn't." Not now. Not when they had the luxury to focus their attention elsewhere. Not when they didn't have a current cause to consume their days. Anders tightened his grip, pressed himself against him. "Now, kiss me."
"You don't have to tell me twice."
Their lips barely brushed when a voice pierced through the darkness.
"Mr. Dekarios!" Tara called out. "Mr. Dekarios! Where are y— Oh, there you are! And Mr. Anders, too. How delightful!"
They jumped apart, wide-eyed with shock, when their resident tressym made an appearance.
Their faces instantly flooded with warmth, neither of them quite able to meet each other's eyes.
Tara sat down a few feet away, staring at them intently.
"Mr. Dekarios! The gravest emergency has occurred, and I need your immediate assistance." It was then that she sensed the tension between the two, her ears perking up. "Wait! I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?"
"No!" they both answered, but Tara was far from dumb.
"Oh, my! I was, wasn't I? Well, by all means, don't let me interrupt," she said, yet she made no move to leave, watching them as her wings fluttered.
Gale grimaced.
Anders had to slap a hand over his mouth to muffle his giggles, ignoring Gale's glare while he got to his feet.
"Why, Lady Tara, our conversation can surely wait in the face of what sounds like a dire circumstance," Anders said, bowing lightly to her. "May I?"
She tilted her head up and said, "You may."
Anders gathered her into his arms.
"What a gentleman!" she praised as he pet her. "Isn't he such a darling, Mr. Dekarios?"
"Yes, Tara, he is," Gale said, following their lead as he stood up with a groan. "Now, what is this emergency you spoke of?"
"Ah, yes!" She ruffled her feathers. "Sir Astarion left at the most inopportune time to go hunting. Usually, he is up for such a task, but my feathers need preening and my fur needs brushing before I head to bed. It is a task of the utmost importance, you understand."
"But of course," Anders readily agreed. "Let's see to that at once, shall we?"
"Leave it to you to encourage her," Gale sighed.
"Try not to get jealous," Anders teased, leading the way to his tent. "I'll make sure to spare some time for you later. We still have much to discuss, after all."
"That, we do."
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#dragon age#da2#anders#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#ganders#gale x anders#anders x gale#what would be a cute ship name for them#like all the bg3 ones#fadeweave#yeah I'll go with that#bluerose writes#tara the tressym#crossover
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wip wthursday
tagged by @hollytree33 and @greypetrel this week, thank you friends! <3 I wasn't originally going to have anything new that I could share, then I was possessed by "Divine Cassandra with Cullen as her Right Hand + sooooooo much knight/lady devotion" and I threw this out in my notes app as I was falling asleep
tagging forward (for this week or next, I know I'm a day late!) to: @midmorninggrey | @dungeons-and-dragon-age | @shivunin | @dragonologist-phd | & @ammoniteflesh
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He looked radiant in the red and silver of the Knight’s Divine armor. Neither it nor the sword at his hip were ceremonial and he knew how to use both, as Divine Victoria is well aware.
His new vows fell from his lips confidently, assured, taking the place of the shattered purpose leftover from his years with the Templar Order. Before the assembled clerics, nobles, the remnants of the Inquisition, he swore himself into her service: by Andraste’s grace, by the Maker’s will, up to and including the cost of his life.
He dropped to one knee before her and bowed his head so that she could place the wreath of prophet’s laurel around his neck. She offered him one gloved hand and only narrowly kept her composure at the whisper of heat through the fabric where his lips brushed against her knuckles.
“Rise, Ser Cullen Rutherford, Knight-Commander of the Divine Order!” Thank the Maker her voice did not shake. She was better at that, these days. “May the Maker guide your duty, your purpose, and your path.”
His eyes did not leave hers as he stood. They both knew, of course, that is was not the Maker who would guide his path, just as it was not the Maker who brought him here. Not really.
It was her.
It was always her.
#in which I play fast and loose with templar hierarchy#let's just assume cass has reworked things since ascending to divine#wip#wip wednesday#dragon age#dai#cassandra pentaghast#cullen rutherford
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WIP
Relationship: Haytham Kenway x Templar!Reader
Tags: Somewhat fluffy smut, porn without plot
Tagging: @sangheilihoes @ladysaturnsdust @wyyvernn @bloodhaven99 (anyone else that wants to be tagged in the future just let me know!)
(Critique is welcome at this stage!) Anyways...
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You gaze down at the dashing man sprawled on the bed beneath you - your hands flat on his chest, his resting up above his head - drinking in every detail you could by the dim light in your boudoir. Deep-set slate eyes regard you calmly, a slight smirk pulling at his features. You weren't usually the one to be positioned atop, but here you are, straddling his hips in absolutely nothing. Your Templar companion however, remains in just his off-white breeches, which - to your delight - do little to hide what they contain.
The warm candlelight casts deep, long shadows from his sharp cheekbones, the strong Grecian-style nose, and those beautifully full lips. Gods, how you loved those lips. They were always soft and supple against yours, always smooth and plush. Silky dark locks peppered with grey fan out across the pillow and spill over one shoulder. The flicker of firelight reflects off the graying strands that originate over his ears, giving the impression that his long black hair is streaked with silver and steel as you card your fingers through its waves. You run your hands appreciatively over his muscular, rounded shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch up beneath his skin whenever he lifts his hands to gently grab your hips. Your hands continue their journey down his chest, caressing the diamond of soft dark hair that spread across his pectorals and pointed down toward his navel, where a smaller patch of hair trails beneath the waistband of his breeches.
“What did I do to deserve you, Haytham…” you murmur dreamily, forever awed at how fortunate you were to have the Grandmaster's affection. as you plant your hands back on his chest and lean forward, softly pressing your lips to his. He responds with a large hand on the back of your head, pulling you in for a more fervent kiss before sucking your lower lip into his mouth and grazing delicately with his teeth. You make a small, involuntary noise and you can feel his member twitch beneath you, begging to be released from the snug confines of his trousers. You smile against Haytham's mouth, rolling your hips so that you slowly grind yourself against his bulge, and enjoying how you can feel his breathing quicken beneath you. You trail your tongue along his lower lip, and he happily opens his mouth to you. As you deepen the kiss, a low sound rumbles through Haytham's chest, and you can feel him continue to swell. When you pull away his gaze follows you, a desperate look painting his face. The Grandmaster isn't one to beg you with words, but his eyes plead with you to do more than tease him. You decide it's time to finally begin to oblige.
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if you knew everything, i know you’d try to save me.
you’re such a kind person.
i’m sure you’ll end up forgiving me again.
god. i just want them to be happy.
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Actually wait something else that supports my "Sarah's story is a parallel to Bullfrog's story" theory and my "Bullfrog's mother was an assassin" theory
Sarah looks nothing like Sam
From what I've gathered regarding Splinter cell lore is that , despite being important to the main character and mother of his child, Regan Burns never had a physical appearance in any games, her physical appearance is left more or less blank
In most media , Sarah is a white woman with dark hair while in CLH Sarah is a brown woman with silver hair
However in both games and CLH, Sam is a white man with dark hair
While Sam in CLH isn’t an exact copy of his video game counterpart, Sam and Sarah in the splinter cell series do have a much stronger family resemblance to each other than that of their counterparts in the remixed universe
That’s….. weird, right? Like , it’s an odd creative choice to have Sarah be so drastically different to her game version that even her race is different while Sam , her father, still resembles the character he’s originally remixed from
While concept art did explore other options regarding her hair eye, and skin colour, including pale skin and dark hair like her game version, Sarah having pale hair specifically seemed like a design element the crew felt strongly towards and wanted to use
Yes the Warden being Sarah Fisher, the daughter of Sam Fisher, is meant as a plot twist. HOWEVER, we don’t learn about Sam’s existence until Sarah explains her backstory , meaning the crew could’ve given Sam some traits to better reflect his blood connection to his daughter in this universe
Sarah’s lack of physical resemblance to her father may have some narrative symbolism to it, the most obvious being how drastically different she and her father’s morals are. However, I also think it ties back to my theory that Regan was a Templar and was the one who gave Sarah her beliefs in life that lead to her behaviour in the show proper
Sarah didn’t just inherited Regan’s Templar status and beliefs , Sarah also physically resembles her mother more than her father
I know this is completely random to bring up, but I’m making a Kingdom Hearts reference
Specifically, Xehanort, a villain whose prominent features is his silver hair and gold eyes combo
Now obviously Ubisoft has no rights to use anything Kingdom hearts related , and so I seriously doubt we’ll see a flashback of Sam making out with a Xehanorted Regan in season two (don’t ask what Xehanorted is if you never played KH, it’s hard to explain)
The reason I’m bringing him up is to point out that while Captain Laserhawk is a show about video games, it’s specifically an anime show about video games
I can’t find anything regarding his opinion on the KH franchise itself, though Adi did talk about how Rodger Rabbit was an inspiration for CLH, another massive crossover story owned by Disney. Considering how he likes to tip his toes into all sorts of geeky stuff, it’s unlikely he hasn’t encountered the Kingdom Hearts franchise
I think the Templars may be inspired by Xehanort to a degree
A majority of the human characters (both who have a narrative role and background role) shown in the CLH universe thus far have natural hair and eye colours
While there’s outliners such as Pagan Min and Mute having pink hair, those two are easily explained by the existence of hair dye
Sarah however, was born with gold eyes and silver hair
While I don’t think every member of the board of directors/templar order have a sun kissed complexion under those masks like Sarah does, I do think it’s likely that gold eyes and silver hair is a common trait they share under those masks
And we know from the manga that Eden is practicing some form of eugenics with how they specifically took Dolph from his own mother for having good genetics, it’s likely that the board keeps heavy tabs on people that have Templar DNA within them
“Okay so how does Bullfrog’s mother fit into this-“ you notice how Bullfrog is one of the more feminine looking male characters in the show?
It may have just been me who originally mistook him for being a girl before the show actually came out, but I don’t think it’s an accident that he has feminine/softer leaning design elements. It’s even pointed out by the crew they specifically designed Bullfrog to be cute , you can even see that reflected throughout Bullfrog’s concept art
So since Sarah parallels Bullfrog, and she both took her mother’s ideals and inherited most of her physical traits from her, than it’s likely Bullfrog not only took after his mother in her beliefs, but also has a very strong resemblance to his mother
Basically, Bullfrog’s mama was a cute assassin milf
#captain laserhawk#Bullfrog korvin junior#clh bullfrog#Splinter cell#sarah fisher#captain laserhawk spoilers#rambles#I don’t know if I’m onto something regarding Sarah and Bullfrog’s mothers#But the gold eyes and silver hair thing I’m probably strong on at least
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