#solshot

[luxdelumin]

"i see food i eat with hand." she reaches out with hand, grabs a fistful of soup and shoves it in her mouth.

she’s crying. 

she’s just crying now.

you’ve reduced the great ikora rey to tears.

are you pleased with yourself?

[atrophite]

stands on a tower of boxes and t-poses at him

i’m  calling  the  police  ,

[voiidlocked]

@solshot liked for a starter! 

She’s just sitting there. Dangling the drifter’s amulet from her fingers, the symbol proving her decision to ally with drifter over the vanguard. The choice weighed heavy on the exo’s heart, as she knew what her dear sister chose. She was... too attached to the ideals of the vanguard to see the opportunity the drifter gave them. Though... Crimsion was thankful Krism didn’t chose the Drifter, knowing full well how dangerous he was. 

Pondering and pondering over this fact. She wouldn’t notice anyone get near her. 

[notpetals]

comes @ yor with pesticide and a broom ductaped to her arc staff. “don't touch my snake man !!! beGONE Y H O T !!!!!"

   “This is why I kill Guardians.”

[enterlilith]

runs up to jessika crackling with arc Light with bolts of electricity snapping off her like she's a lightning conductor and- puNCHES JESSIKA'S CHEEK WITH HER MOUTH- "hI JESS BYE JESS GOT A SECRET TO FIND JESS!!!" runs off as fast as a walking lightning conductor can run

 testor’s  first  reaction  is  to  jolt  in  place  following  the  crackling  of  lightning  buzzing  about  and  around  her,  like  air  and  atmosphere  cut  in  cracks  faster  than  her  eyes  can  recognize  or  understand.    the  upward  strays  from  her  dark  ponytail  seem  to  follow  suit,  in  equal  measurements  of  dishevelment  as  the  entire  messy  and  hard  exchange,  for  some  very  confusing  standard  milliseconds.    it  is  only  after  being  hit  and  run  over  that  the  pilot  can  muster  a  response  in  the  delay,  an  appropriate  one  at  that  ——  her  countenance  still  slightly  off  and  cut  into  startled  pieces  from  the  approach,  though  something  in  her  booming  intonation  yelled  across  the  ample  hangar  betrays  her  tough-girl  shtick:    “  what —— that’s  right!    run  and  don’t  you  dare  come  back  without  one,  ya  hear?!  ”    left  in  the  vacuum  wake  of  the  other  with  an  index  finger  pointing  forward  with  vigor  ——  comical  threat,  part  of  the  routine,  vestige  of  an  impending  snort  already  twisting  her  round  cheeks.  reminded  of  her  poor  assaulted  cheek,  she  presses  a  laughing  massage  against  it  with  one  of  her  warm  palms  stained  with  black  grease.

[driiftcr-blog]

solshot replied to your post: Round 2 of reply to this with a hc tou wanna know...

what would he do if he lost minari?

OH MAN HE WOULD JUST GO BAT SHIT CRAZY

Minari is his everything, he clings to her to ensure he doesn’t lose his mind, she is his emotional support and pretty much his rational and logical thinking. He would simply fall into the darkness he is trying to control because he wouldn’t have that sweet voice asking him to be careful. Drifter might achieve his goal faster, but at the cost of losing his mind.

Minari is absolutely everything to Drifter. He will be absolutely lost without her.

[efriyeets-blog]

        ❛  there’s  some  black  armory  gear  in  the  basin,  problem  is  -  there’s  a  reinforced  fallen  walker.  feel  like  playing  a  game ?  ❜   //   @solshot: sc.

[theawokenqueen-archive]

@solshot - sc

Scorn are lurking about nearby, and it's making Mara a bit anxious. She has been separated from the Corsairs that have been flanking her for the entire time she has been out and about, and now she is alone. Being alone is a death sentence for someone without the Light or a Ghost, and she has already cheated death once. She is not eager to test that again.

Relief floods her when she senses the Guardian’s approach. Light has a particular feeling in the air, like the hair-raising sensation of the build up of energy before a lightning strike. “Guardian!” she calls, trying not to attract the attention of the horde that lingers too close for comfort. “Guardian, over here! I could use your help.”