#travelerrx

[thelastwarmind]

travelerrx replied to your post:

[ BITCHES GOTTA BE BITCHES TOWARDS EACH OTHER BC U SALTY AF WHY U THINK MOST OF U IS IN A MINE ]

@thisbitch: why is most of u a blight upon humanity

[shadesofvictory]

"Don't listen to them."

Someone has insulted my muse’s body for being either too fat, too thin, too short, too tall etc. Send me “Don’t listen to them.” for my muse’s reaction.

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He’d turn away from the other, shaking his head quickly, “No they are right...I’m nothing but a scrap heap, parts slowly falling off until there is nothing left to piece back together.” he’d state, tone almost cracking now as he slowly slid down against a wall nearby, hiding his head in his hands.

“There is no point in a broken bot going on, because one day, who knows if I’ll crack, if my processors will get corrupted and I’ll kill everyone I love or hold dear.” he’d state, his body beginning to shake as he felt oily tears falling down his face.

[shadesofvictory]

➹ [ *paps u* ]

Uh oh! My muse is having difficulty unzipping their dress/jacket. Send me ➹ for my muse's reaction to your coming up and unzipping their clothing without being asked.

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“Stupid ass zipper always breaks, this is why I always have to get specially fitted armor and clothing but nooo, I decided to wear the jacket that I really liked and bought at a store, without checking to see if it was properly fitted, I just haaad to have it.” he’d remark with a groan as Victor helped unzip it.

“I hope you’re enjoying this cause I’m not, I feel like a complete buffoon right now, and even more so in front of you.” he’d add with a grumble underlying his words.

[reborninlight-archive-blog]

travelerrx replied to your post:stopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitsto...

[ they’re still sending you messages?????? how long have they been doing this?! ]

iblocked them i don't understand

[shadesofvictory]

$ [ CAN'T WAKE UP ]

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

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[TEXT]: Alright so make sure to meet me outside the Traveler’s room at midnight and bring the shaving cream.

[TEXT]: FUCK FUCK FUCK, UHHHH, YOU NEVER SAW THIS MESSAGE MY GOD.

[fidusxregi-blog]

travelerrx

           Variks straightens at the sight of the incandescent wanderer before comprehension dawns.                      This was their Traveler.  This was the Great Machine made flesh, made in the image of humankind, the golden children of the light.

             The Kell of House Judgement falls to his knees, staff gripped tightly in all four hands.

    A single question in the foreign tongue of Man croaks out Variks’ alien throat.

               “What...

                                                           ... did we do wrong?”

[onemorebet-blog]

t r a v e l e r r x ​

♠ █ ▌ Cayde wasn't sure what time of day it was, only that it felt like late afternoon. Thunder snarled overhead every few moments, and rain beat mercilessly against the Hall's large windows. Normally storms didn't phase him, but there was something unsettling about this one. Something didn't feel right, and it had Cayde on edge. The only thing that kept his unease in check was the overwhelming flood of Light emananating from one particular individual standing near the far side of the room. It was still somewhat jarring to see the massive figure wandering about The Tower and knowing it was The Traveler incarnate, finally awakened from it's centuires-long slumber. A comfort, yes, but still something to get used to. Cayde was also reminded that he had yet to actually try chatting with it. Now seemed as good a time as any. The silence needed breaking anyway. Optics flickering up from his maps to rest on The Traveler, Cayde idly rapped his fingers across the table, trying to think up something to say to it. In true Cayde fashion, he opted to roll with the first question to pop into his head. “So... out of curiosity, are you able to manipulate the weather?”

[shadesofvictory]

Remembrance Blocked By Time

Starter for travelerrx

A Titan.

What a joke.

Would a Titan be sniveling like a human child in the corner of his bedroom after tearing up his own place? Would he be crying about not remembering what he could presume were important moments in his life, not remembering any of the good, only the bad, and the important aspects of the bad he couldn’t even see.

Bashalon was a broken down Guardian who should have been decommissioned ages ago, or killed and scrapped for spare parts, and yet here he was, crying in the corner of his bedroom, broken bottles of Whiskey by him, his body shaking with the agonizing mental stress he was going through at the moment.