#forthelight

[deadlockled]

@forthelight replied to your post “smash or pass + zarya”

let zarya back her against a wall pls

o-oh i just now saw this....and....y-yes pls....

[halflegacy]

throws bottle of wine @ / from fen idk

im getting new companions

[ofbesaid]

“You stole another of my hoodies, didn’t you?” / from tidus!

from a meme that i’m too lazy too link back to… oops! / @forthelight

          “wh— you can tell just from the arms?” she asked, surprised at how he could tell so fast. before she hops down from his back ( having just hopped on a moment ago in a surprise hug ), yuna gives him a squeeze and a quick kiss on his neck. she skips in front of him, laughing softly as she spins, wearing the stolen hoodie in question. “i guess i can give it back, if you really want me to, but… your hoodies just always seem so much more comfortable than mine for some reason!” she giggles once more as she reaches out one of her hands for him to take. “besides, it looks cute on me, too right? tell you what — let me keep this one and i’ll give you one of mine, deal?” it’s not actually the most fair trade-off, but at least she tried, right?

[huckleberrytm-a]

fingers gently caress the cool touch of steel that is the gunslinger's left arm, lips pursing at the sensation, she could remember when both limbs were intact and composed of flesh. tentatively she looks up at him. "you never told me how you lost it..." / from fareeha

random stuff ↪ ALWAYS ACCEPTING !

a question he knows he could not avoid FOREVER, much as he tried. he has known for as long as he’s been back that she would ask eventually, that her strong hands would press at the metal HUSK that’s meant to replace his sun-kissed and prized arm. it does not mean he is any more PREPARED to explain it now than he was the day he’d answered the recall; but it is fareeha who asks, and she asks it ever so gently and concerned as her nature dictates. he cannot deny her an explanation that she DESERVES, perhaps more than any of them. metal fingers move gently to caress her own, unnaturally COLD against her flesh, under any other circumstance he would avoid touching her with it for that very reason, and many others, but this is different. she is curious and he aims to answer her questions.

❛ it was a couple years back, now, darlin’.❜  his tone is soft, VERY soft. uncharacteristically so? perhaps. his teeth dig into the cigar.  ❛ you remember how my DEADLOCK tattoo was on this arm? ya used to trace it with your fingers all the time. ❜

REMEMBER. remember the things you would rather forget, how your eye was no more than a gaping, bleeding HOLE in your brow and your arm taken and thrown over the canyon like the mere piece of meat it had been.  ❛ that tattoo, though... it MARKED me, fareeha. i was deadlock through ‘n through, and my old buddies didn’t like that i’d forsaken that. i was just unlucky enough to let ‘em catch me alone after i left blackwatch, and..❜

metal fingers raise, head tilting away to puff out a cloud of smoke.  ❛ they took back what was THEIRS. ❜

[sellshardcoredrugs-blog]

@forthelight

there’s a bit of a light flickerin’ in the distance, her gaze shifting to joel far off as he speaks to tommy. they would have to go on a supply run soon, he was probably tryna’ get some back-up on reasons to why sarah shouldn’t tag along.  ❝ yer’ good for him, ya’ know? ❞ there’s a softness to her voice, one that doesn’t hold very often ; unless it pretains to her father. she held him in a light unlike no other, untarnished memories of the past that would always come back to haunt her.  ❝ i know he don’ say it, but he cares ‘bout you. ❞ sarah should know, after-all, out of everybody?  she knew her dad, she knew that there was no way in hell she’d still be around, if he didn’t - if he didn’t see somethin’ in her.  ❝ i ain’t saying we gotta’ have some weird ass apocalyptic adams family bullshit... but i’d appreciate it if ya’ don’t go gettin’ yourself killed or whatnot. ❞ besides, she’s already had a mother-figure in her life, and ain’t neither of those turn out right  - this wouldn’t be no different. but she appreciated her. 

[rosewandarch]

she’s  perched  at  the  level  of  his  eye ,  sitting  on  the  wall  with  one  leg  crossed  over  the  other .  her  balance  is  impeccable ,  seeming  to  hover  somewhere  between  pitching  herself  backward  and  falling  forward .  it  also  seems  to  matter  very  little  to  her . 

anything  to  see  his  face ,  she  supposes  with  a  delighted  smile  blooming  on  her  face .  it’s  been  so  long  since  there  was  anything  but ,  and  never  was  it  given  to  the  iron  bull .

❛   you  were  gone  so  long  i’m  surprised  lord  whatshisname  and  lady  whocares  set  up  in  the  throne  room  didn’t  forget  all  about  you .  not  me ,  though .  i’ve  been  waitin’ .   ❜

she  braces  a  hand  on  either  side  of  her .

❛   catch  me .   ❜

゜゜・ @forthelight ・゜゜ (  semi - unsolicited starter !  )

[squirehearted]

Brigitte had been ( not so ) covertly watching the other woman across the gym for her entire workout. She’d been ( not so ) covertly watching her since she arrived at the Watchpoint. What?! It’s hard not to. Imagine a world for Brigitte Lindholm where she isn’t the biggest, baddest woman in the room. It’s new. It’s kind of awesome.

She’s been working up the courage to speak for days, but she can’t think of a better opportunity than this one. Zarya looks finished-- or at least in a break between sets. So, wiping the sweat off her face with her towel, Brigitte throws the fabric around the back of her neck and crosses the room.

“You’remyhero.”

Oh. Well. That’s great.

“I mean--” She can feel the fire turning freckled cheeks red. “I’m Brigitte, and I think you’re awesome.”

...That’s not much better. Good going, Lindholm.

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[uzurpr-a]

@forthelight / voiceline starters.

“YOU  look  like  you’ve  seen  a  ghost.”