#synthmama

[dyedmaxiian]

@synthmama said:

that's NOT why we're here, buddy

:/ speak for urself

[oopswrongme]

Never fire a Lazer into a mirror.

[o-rusted-heart]

synthmama

what's wrong with a little parabolic destabilization of the fission singularity 🤔

“Is this you flirting back?” 

[blcckbrd]

@synthmama​ asked:  ❛  wherever you walk, death and chaos follow.  ❜

He supposed at one time, such a statement about himself would have possibly stung. After all, it had been his duty to protect, not necessarily to kill. But he had grown up on steel swords and fist fights in Karnacan streets and he supposed that violence would follow anybody. 

Corvo held her gaze, chin pointed upwards. 

“Then people have hopefully have learned to stay clear of my path.” 

[hyugainterior]

@synthmama

and a little heart, click, beating faster each then? vicarious, is it, to like the idea of someone having, wanting, having fun?

is that what you want, fun?

need?

or do your eyes sparkle, shackled tightly through the bonds of need? what space draws to your eyes a glorious winter, or is it simply the summer heat that bargains?

[pnkfox]

synthmama replied to your post “ #if your muse is older than like 30ish... ”

rude

“ why are you mad?? you’re literally THIS close to bein’ a WHOLE senior citizen  — ” 

[afraidofchange]

@synthmama​ - TFLN starter

[MSG] Quinn:  He woke me up, handed me a ringing phone and said break up w her for me. That hungover.

[cybled-a]

@synthmama said: ❛ even spectres can tire. ❜ [ ummm for orin since you mentioned you're muse for her! ]

the emissary’s white pupils constrict, black sclera blooming in such a fashion that her gaze darkens, glittering. from beneath the hood of her cloak she looks upon the warlock and smiles in her own strange way. it’s the barest hint at the corner of her mouth. a slight uptick. the bleached white stone is cold beneath her bare feet when she finally comes to rest beside the helmeted guardian, the pair of them looking out over the bright desolation of this unknowable space, this strange proving ground, still slick with guardian blood. 

“ i am no spectre, ”   orin says softly, mouth unmoving. she can feel the light emanating from this one. void and bittersweet. and so powerful.   “ or are you speaking of yourself, guardian? ”