#karalorade

[the27percent]

@karalorade

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  True. I’ve definitely uh had some experience in ripping - holes in reality, objects apart, people-  so to speak. So it’s not surprising that either of us would be capable of that..

[kolyatkrics-old-blog]

karalorade replied to your post “[text] Sorry I told your dad he was hot and made things awkward. (In...”

[MSG;] I know the best hiding vents if you need them

[MSG] Please do, he’s looking at me like he wants to say something.

[irrhysistable]

[RE: Rhys being allergic to cats. I just imagining him with a sphinx. Just some Solas looking goblin cat that wears knitted sweaters that match his socks lol]

funny thing is he has at least one

[rhysthenotsocompanyman]

@karalorade Rhys hurt everywhere, off balance from the lack of arm and half blinded from where he had torn his ECHOeye out in a desperate attempt at removing Jack from his system, and eventually his head port which kept sparking slightly, (the drive safely tucked away), and losing the amount of blood he was losing at the moment was probably not a good thing, especially since he had no where to go and no help, he wasn't sure if any of his friends were alive after the crash, and if they were Vallory might've killed them, but he can only hope for the best and just keep moving forward, wracking his brain for any safe places he could go and not instantly be shot at. It takes a day, wounds wrapped best as he can with one arm down, before he remembers an old friend, Kar who had escaped to Pandora years ago and who *had* to still be alive, she was strong and smart. It takes a week before he finally hears of the Commune and the leader and he's filled with unbridled joy to learn his friend and paragon is still alive, and of what she accomplished and it takes bribing and begging to finally convince someone of bringing him over to the community, which impresses him greatly because he's seen towns but they were usually filled with violence and this place seemed normal somehow but it's a good thing because it means he won't be killed for asking about Kar. "Is Kar still here? I'm an old friend and I need to see her, please you have to help." He begs one of the locals, hand clenched and teeth gritted because he hasn't been getting much of anywhere, his appearance probably throwing them off since he had yet to get rid of his Hyperion issued jacket, and he would've loved to get rid of it but it was one of the only things protecting him from the harsh sun and cold weather at night, "Excuse me but can you tell me where Kar is? I need to speak with her, I'm an old friend of hers, my name is Rhys and we used to work together." He ends up asking another person, desperate at this point.

[balacaliente]

My Tumblr Crushes:

karalorade (10%)

kei-oh (8%)

sirens-shock (6%)

a-ghostly-state (5%)

handsomegoddamnjackass (5%)

bigbluecyes (4%)

redjaybird (4%)

pudding-ish (3%)

skagpearlring (3%)

[handsomefxckface]

@karalorade A saccharine saturated smile, a glimmer of perfect pearls peaked out from behind supple plush as well as the tips of pointed canines. The response wasn’t as bad as he presumed was going to be given as fingers reached out to gently grasp her chin for a quick moment, a sly wink from an emerald ocular.          “Well, you tell her thank you for me.”

[nervoushealerquietdaggers-a]

@karalorade from here

“I still think it takes more courage to suffer than die. Die means you don’t have to suffer, but if you keep going despite that? That takes effort. Effort some people don’t seem to have.” Of course, she had it.

[friendshipstates]

Dreams Take Flight (karalorade)

The message had come across time and space from a friend of his. Kent, the Elcor who had had his back in the Reaper War, has sent him a message that simply said "With great joy, the Andromeda Arks are launching today." That's more than enough to bring him back through to the Citadel to watch this momentous occasion. It's not every day that the inhabitanta of the Milky Way begin their long journey to another galaxy. That's why he's here, offering ice cream from his vorcha friends' parlor to all the onlookers. He opens up the cooler as an older woman approaches. "Hi there. I've got chocolate, mocha, tiramisu, and spicy vanilla. Which flavor would you like?"