#spvdille

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spvdille:

“… Not if I bring the jar with me for now on. This is for you and our son’s sake. Please eat some fruit.” 

❝ i would love to, if he would actually crave it, but he does not, so hand them over. ❞

[drtoaster]

📱

[TXT]: Hey

[TXT]: Hey

[TXT]: I made a gun that fires hotwheels cars with enough force to kill a man.

[TXT]: Wanna see it.

[dirtybets-blog]

回 = patching a wound . [ #💥 ᵗʰᶤˢ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᶠᵘᶰ ( memes ) ]

"Shit, Andal, I know, I know -- ow!"

Cayde pauses to let in a sharp inhale -- more of a sound than an actual breath in, considering that he was an exo. Still, it shows the pain that comes as Andal tightens up the bandages that he's putting around Cayde's arm that he'd managed to tear open.

"Sometimes you just gotta take risks -- but you know that more than anyone, don't you?" He says, laughing. He looks up at the face of the man, his friend and his mentor, his face shadowed currently by the cloak he was wearing.

Still not getting a response, he wondered quietly if Andal was mad at him for doing something so stupid; for going out on his own without telling anyone, even when he'd been warned over and over against playing the hero.

"Listen, we're not all as invincible as you are." He finishes, with a small huff. There's defensiveness there, but more than anything, it's because he doesn't want to feel the anger from the other hunter. He wants to hear Andal laugh and joke and, you know, the opposite of be angry.  “I’ve alive, aren’t I? It’s fine.”

[drtoaster]

confess ***we all know you cheat in cards*** confess

The random number generator seems to have made Toaster’s response a rather accurate one: 18.

“You disgust me...”

[sunspawned]

spvdille replied to your post: My own personal headcanon is that Guardians don’t...

[ do you think the Traveler can recycle a dead Guardian’s Light and transform it into a new Ghost ]

I haven’t really thought about that before, but if the Guardian’s ghost is destroyed and can’t be there to reshape their light, then perhaps the light does eventually return to the Traveler.

The biggest question I’d have though is... is the Traveler aware/’alive’ enough to make a new Ghost with the light, or is it completely dormant right now? I feel like it’s implied all the Ghosts were made in one “burst” as it died but who knows if more can be made??

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💙 anon are for pussies and im too lazy to move blogs- spvdille

ooc ; you’re a noodle, stealthy. git outta here. xD

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                                        part o2 / ??

     his heart is racing, she will be in his arms again. would she though ? the thought of her rejecting him almost had him stop in place. no ! he was not going to stop when he was this close to finding her now. ‘ zada.. ‘ upon reaching his ship, he found he could not pound in the coordinates fast enough. a helmet was placed on and he let out a held breath. his chest is pounding so quickly, much too quickly. ‘ zada please.. ‘ a loud bark startled him though, there was a loud pounding of paws nearby. ❝ moose, i think you should stay here, boy.. ❞ andal rubbed his gloved palm into the top of the canine’s large head. though, it did not seem to do much as the dog only plopped himself onto one of the seats. his tail wagging wildly, his tongue hanging out in excitement. andal huffed behind his helmet and smiled only slightly. his mind was much more fixed on his missing wife at the moment. ❝ fine, just try not to pee anywhere.. ❞   soon enough, his ship blasted out of the hangar, a nearby working robot nearly knocked onto its behind in response at the sudden gust of heat and wind from the turbines that now left vapor trails in its flight path outwards. *** ❝ .. ? ❞ she hears a whirring sound nearby. an eyebrow raised as she wets her cold, dry lips. canus, her ghost, shows himself and scans the area.   [ i am picking up a familiar heat signature, very familiar...if you do not want to be found, i suggest leaving now, z. ] zada’s head tilted to the side in curiosity. white hair shifted from her shoulder now and spilled out of her hood. who would be pursuing her? surely not one of those ‘ kinder-guardians’ from earlier. canus said it was familiar. who wou- her thoughts stopped. ‘ andal, darling... ‘ she immediately stood up atop the semi truck she had been resting on. the wind caused her tattered cape to billow behind her. the chilly wind stung the skin on her face as soon she saw a figure attempting to rush towards her in the snow. there also was a creature.. ‘ moose, of course.. ‘ some part of her wanted to run , she could not bare to see his face after this year--how hurt he must have been. zada began to crouch down, invisibilty promptly took over and she hopped off of the abandoned, rusted semi truck and began to trudge through the snow. little did she know moose was picking up her scent, he let out a concerned, low whimper and continued following in her direction. ❝ zada.. ❞ andal let out following his pet loyally.  canus felt himself rotating a bit as he trailed after zada. [ have you not have enough running i must ask..? andal is your husband, surely you must have realized he is what you have been missing this whole time. ]  ❝ enough, canus. ❞ her tone is curt and harsh, but her ghost persisted.  [ you have a man practically crawling in the snow for you, there is strength in numbers, and in love, z. see reason, plus i may or may not miss our abode with heat and uh...the slim chance of death. ] ❝canus.. ❞ andal continued trudging, the snow falling thicker and faster. his vision is slightly weakened by the white misty air around him. moose continued on and began to bark some to guide andal further. he smelled her, andal knew this. soon, his dark eyes looked up as shadowy figure was standing still atop a hill. moose’s tail began to wag in the snow, tossing it around. his bottom soon followed and he began to bark loudly. they had found her... ❝ zada ! ❞  she stood still and tall, staring down at them from atop the mound of snow and dirt and dead grass. the woman could see the breath leave her mouth as she laid eyes on her husband for the first time in a year. 

[drtoaster]

@spvdille

Toaster was admittedly a little put out. Reasonably so as he had been shot at. Did this really have to happen in every universe he went to? He assumed it must just be the natural order of things, that or that fact he painted himself in the colours of a bullseye. Still at least he'd found a bar. He grumbled and sat down, immediately noting one of the other patrons looking him up and down. One of the 'guardians' he assumed. He sighed heavily, gesturing to his own armour.

"Yes I know they're bullet holes. I'll fix them later. I want booze right now."