#exoamalgam

[daemcnbcrn-a-blog]

Motivation

already been answered here!

[scouttdd-blog]

❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞ (From either Elwood or Mord, whoever ur more interested in responding to! or, you can leave it open ended)

drink with the robo – accepting

“I dunno what I’m drinking - to be quite honest with you.” The Scout’s voice is low as he looks up to the Warlock stood above him. His position crouched against the farthest walls of the Iron Temple - so what if he’d stolen it from a certain Iron Lord’s secret collection? It wasn’t as if they were going to miss it or anything. At least that was what Shiro hoped. “I do know it used to belong to a certain big guy’s stash. You sure you wanna get involved in that? Could get ya’ into some real shit.”

Eyes narrow on Elwood above him, trying to focus his blurring vision though Shiro soon gives up in favour of taking another swig from the bottle and offering it out with an ever so slightly trembling hand. Alcohol was great - at least when you got to the good part of the experience that wasn’t while he was struggling to control his limbs while eyeing up the Warlock above him. He’s practically squinting as his offer isn’t taken straight away, his head tilted what looked to be painfully upwards towards the standing Exo above him. “This is all I’m offerin’ so take it now or deal with the consequences!”

[nomadixxs-blog]

Send 💛 for an air kiss. Except, reversed, Elwood is blowing u a smooch at a distance with a wink for good measure

kisses pls – accepting (this boi always needs kisses)

If he’d known this place would be so heavily populated, Laurens wouldn’t have come here. Walking face first into an Exo would be the first reason he’d later regret the decision to turn up here - the second? It wouldn’t even be the fact that the pair of them end up tangled in the dust with Laurens on top of the complete stranger - flailing to get off of the hard body beneath him.That would be the shade of blue that his skin turns the second he makes eye contact with said Exo. The pair finally manage to separate themselves and Laurens is half way through a rushed apology before Ice decides to speak up.

[[You’re a mess.]]

The voice in the back of his head only causes Laurens to loose track of the Exo before him as his eyes track to the corner of his vision and back - only to watch sight of Elwood throwing him a wink and blowing him a kiss. The rush of heat to his face is more than enough of a sign as to how flustered Laurens ends up at the sight of the Exo turning his back on the Hunter still sat on the ground staring with slightly parted lips.

[sempxr-invicta]

Unstoppable.

Fenrir-10 ( @exoamalgam​ ) Si-3 ( Myself )

[nomadixxs-blog]

❂ = wiping blood off their face, from my exo Halden

reaction memes hell yeah -- not accepting

Pale eyes narrow at the Exo ahead of him, Laurens taking a step back as the shape takes a step towards him. The Hunter hadn’t noticed the build up of blood on his person - the bodies of Fallen surround the pair as the nomad’s heart pounds against his ribcage, his chest heaving in an attempt to regain the lost breath during the struggle. 

Laurens doesn’t even know their name - let alone who they are - as they advance on him, his body tensing instinctively and his sword hand trembling through the grip he was developing on it.

A metallic hand brushing a digit against his cheekbone, fingers pressing against his jaw in the process, sends something akin to a static shock through Laurens’ body. A clatter sounds on the ground beside him as a robotic hand grips the Exo’s wrist in an iron grip, halting the progress from the Exo’s own hand against his pale skin. Stark white eyes narrow at the figure before him, the Hunter’s sharpened teeth gritting against the feeling of another touching him.

“Don’t.”

[redceyed]

“Everyone fears their own mortality.” -Halden to Red

     an amber hue is torn from the chart lying before the old hunter, the prosthetic arm hisses & wirrs, mechanical machinery working their wonders as the arms moves to place his right hand onto his hip, back straightening out, his other hand still paced against the chart lying out flat on the table.

    “ morality-- can be a dangerous thing, a weapon to some, a motivator to others. but, morality is something that everyone shares & is different, from person to person. “

   The Coyote rambles shortly before cutting himself off, looking up to gaze upon the Titan that had chosen to speak to the Coyote.

     “ i’d be lying if i didn’t say that my morality didn’t get me killed sometimes.. “

[sempxr-invicta]

Around his throat fingers curl, tentative, gentle, as if to test his state of sleep. When Anubis remains still and quiet, soft touches become violent, bruising against his bare throat and squeezing with an unreal force. Was Mor trying to choke him, or break his neck? Digits squeeze hard enough to pierce nails into his derma, an unbound wrath making itself known to the struggling man as the smaller figure loomed over him, straddled across his gasping chest.

Touch prompt - Accepting

     The soft glow of lavender signified air being drawn in, cycled, and expelled with a cool hiss through his elongated snout. Optics remained shut when Mor entered his quarters, the shadows of fallen Guardian helmets flickering with each breath. The jackal’s room was simple, aside from the trophies and a shrine that sat tucked away in a small nook. There was nay a single thing that might trip the cat up as he crawled upon the larger Exo’s bed.

    An ear twitch, the soft antenna shifting slightly as if the pitter-patter of paws had attracted it. His rest was deep and much needed after the last execution had taken place. Blood still clung to his smooth hide and smeared on the intruders legs as he advanced over the monolith of a man beneath him. The touch caused a shudder to roll down Anubis’s spine, though he did not stir until Mor’s grip increased.

    Optics snapped open and flashed online as his respiratory system became starved and he felt pain pierce through thick flesh. Slow to respond, the Exo’s ancient frame was struggling to process what, exactly, was happening and why. It took a moment for his movements to still and his maw to curl with sharp canine-like teeth as attempting to produce a snarl that held no sound to it.

    Several vents lined along his sides cracked open and released the stale air trapped within his mesh lungs. It was ice cold and laced with a toxic byproduct crated by the interruption of the recycling process within his Void core. It had no smell, nor a taste, and could easily harm Anubis himself if it reentered his system. He doubted it would with how much of a vice Mor had depressing his throat.

    As his touch on reality began to fade, Light pooled within his palm casting a brilliant purple glow. Life Steal, as most Voidwalkers called it, dripping with the arcane that lit up the room to reveal his slackening jaw. Tilting at the elbow, he pressed the hand against Mor’s side and dug in with each of his small, stubby black claws. His second soon followed in an attempt at sustaining himself by leaching into his assailant. A violent tug of war for such a still body lying ramrod straight upon a fairly plush bed.

     Let go, Mor, or the eternal Darkness will claim us both.

[mcvcrick]

Nice kitty...

@exoamalgam plotted a thing!

The one time he wins an argument with the damned SIVA brat he gets cut off and shunned. There was no time to celebrate, no real victory to relish, in that he had gone quite a long time since his last feed. Cayde was still fairly uncomfortable with what he had agreed to and what he was steadily becoming.

After the last incident - blood dripping from his mouth, soaking his scarf, his gear - he had held back considerably. In his attempt at shaking the dangerous habit that was borderline addiction, something had snapped inside of him and now he was afraid there would be no escaping the nightmare he had plunged himself into.

By week five Cayde found himself watching those gifted with Light a lot more carefully. It was then, after he had snapped at Ikora Rey, that he realized he needed to contact Mor. Requesting leave was easy as it was clear to see the Exo wasn’t functioning like his usual self.

So, after repeated messages gone unanswered, he departed for the wilds to follow a trail his gut told him would lead to the brooding little beast. What he finds is a cave tucked deep within the Plaguelands that radiates power. Nodes and thick ropes of red cables served as a warning not to step inside, and yet, Cayde crosses the threshold.

     " Mor? You in here? I need to... I want to... "

He wants to apologize.