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[spokewar]

❝ .....who the kriff is Crom Cruach? ❞ ( sw!gabe )

"No one you need to concern yourself with. He's one of the deities of my birth people and I based off what I know, you should keep his name off your tongue."

[lifefcrged]

VEGA. 28 A.E.

“Hardly shy of barbaric,” the physician half muttered, half seethed, her expression hard edged as she carefully applied the antibacterial cream over the jagged indents along Alex’s back with a measure of control that spoke more to her years of experience than her state of mind — which was , to say the least, irritated. Borderline furious, nearly. It wasn’t the first time that she had treated such wounds sustained from the faux military’s form of corporal punishment. She doubted it would be the last, despite her many vocal and written objections to the practice. “Nary a reliable source in a century of research that indicated anything but a negative impact on morale -“

More words were mostly lost, muttered in a scathing whisper that echoed much of what her reports had said, and would say again. “It doesn’t look like these will require stitches,” she announced, mouth still turned downward in a frown. She wondered if he was meant to be grateful for that. A blow from an archangel at full strength was enough, purportedly, to tear a man in two. Her frown lines deepened as she let out a sigh. “I’m ordering you on two days light duty, with a follow up before returning to normal duties.”

She laid a few thin muslin strips across each stripe, secured with a rationed amount of medical tape. “And don’t think I won’t confine you to bed rest in here where I can keep an eye on you if you don’t stay on restricted duty,” she warned, the stern tone softened by the concern in her gaze. “I’ll make sure to add some antibiotics and …” Mikkah’s words trailed off when her attention flickered to the newcomer to the med suites, and she felt her posture and expression stiffen again.

The tip of her tongue stung as she had to forcibly bite back the initial scathing commentary. Come to admire your handiwork? Caution and a sudden sense of unease kept her in check. She had somehow managed to avoid a face to face encounter with their heavenly host since taking on one of the lead positions in Vega’s medical team years before. She supposed it was overdo, but that made her no less wary. “Michael.” Her tone was cool, professional to the point of crisp - and far from her usual warmth. “Is there something we can help you with?”

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn Michael & Alex.

[talentforlying]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn: ‘♬‘ — SONGS I LOVE

ferryman - shayfer james, will wood! i am a HUGE fan of both these dudes, and had the surprise privilege of seeing them perform this live!! it's a bop and a half, and it also gives off huge hellblazer vibes in its storytelling structure.

so often in the comics, there'll be one major thing going on and they explain to you how far-reaching and grim the consequences are with a one-page series of vignettes summarizing the awful events that resulted from it. the final zombie scene from city of demons is a really good example of this, and when constantine looks at the newspaper clippings on haine's web-wall during the joyride arc. it's a simple, clinically gruesome way of summarizing the extensive reach of magic and the ways it toys with human minds and perceptions to personalize the nightmare, and it's an effective way of displaying how detached constantine's become from the horrors he sees every day, to the point where it's just like reading off a grocery list. still horrifying, but distant. like, no wonder he has no faith in humanity anymore, this is kind of his general attitude by late hellblazer:

people want each other but they want themselves more / even when your lover's something new to live for / it's to die for, therefore to kill for / black has white so go to the light my love

the song also hides a little kernel of optimism in there, a little reason to live amongst the depressing chaos of interpersonal relationships, which i also think aligns with constantine's general mindset:

if up has a down there's another side / in there's an out so it's worth a try

no matter how personally awful people can be to each other, there's still a reason to try. you'll still have "champagne with cyanide", but there was love that came before that, and there could have been love that came next, too. constantine's always going to think it's worth a try to keep pushing forward, no matter how bleak it gets around him.

+ song for gabriel, that motherfucker (affectionate): to carry on the train, villainous thing - shayfer james has that kind of self-righteous delight in shedding an ideal to display the sinister reality of yourself / the world that i picture when i think of gabriel.

waste no worry for the world / let it be a tragedy of love and glory / while they wait by gates of pearl / we'll be building palaces in purgatory

[outlawfcrged]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn / gabe; sw au. sent a starter.

" Is this........thing......yours? Caught it trying to make off with my kyber necklace! " said little creature he's referencing is held aloft, by the scruff. expression's twisted into an annoyed frown, having seen the beast scampering underneath tables in the cantina.

"Hey -- now --" She tried to drop the pitch of alarm into something more casual, though the tension that snapped in to square off her shoulders and send her fingers inching towards her blaster were probably not all that hard to notice. "No harm, no foul, let's ... keep it that way, huh?" There were very that were fast enough to notice when Nix was pilfering, which meant if things were going to go south, this might not be a fight that she walked away from whole. But ... there wasn't much else in the galaxy that she'd fight for more than the 'thing' dangling, irate and squirming, from the man's hold. "He's got a thing for shiny -- can't blame him for that, can you? Let me ... buy you a drink, and we can call it a day, yeah?"

[orphanedshadow]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn asked: [ sigh ] " what did you do ? " (gabriel) for Kara

Hells her arms were heavy, hands trembling as she reached for her sword… only to abort that mission and pulled out a knife. There was no way she could do anything useful with the longer blade, not when she could barely keep her hands up.

"Does not matter, I know what I am doing."

The thing she had summoned was weak, and dragging it through the nest of 8balls had done more damage to it than to her, a very successful strategy, at least until the damnable Archangel decided to land just out of stabbing range. At least her prey had a single-minded focus, it would not stop until one of them was dead. It would drag itself forward on far too many shattered limbs, trying to kill everything in its path, until it could eat her heart.

"This does not concern you."

Kara knew she had caused the beast enough damage, even if it did kill her it would sleep for centuries. Long enough for someone else to potentially succeed. That was what was important, it always had been.

[faithsreward]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn asked:" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. " ( gabriel @ fai )

Faith couldn't bring herself to meet her brother's eye, even knowing full well that it was a sign of weakness. She couldn't do it, not when that murderous glint was strong enough for her to feel it even without seeing.

"I know Avri… I'm sorry… I'm just not strong enough." Not strong enough to look him in the eye when he got like this, or to prevent herself from shaking. "Not like you."

[sunlitmews]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn gets a star wars starter

Of course a Mandolorian would wander into the small stall in which she had set up shop, looking for things she had no desire to provide. Not to their kind. But her training kept any kind of resentment from showing, the perfect facade of a gentle Cathar female.

"I don't know why anyone would send you to me. I simply sell flowers, as well as a few other plants." Their information was of course correct, but she had her own target, and would be gone as soon as they were dead... something she would like to happen to whoever had recognized her current ship and told them where to look.

"Would you like a Darkkoninn berry? They are freshly ripened, and quite delicious." A clawed hand gently plucked a few of them from a bush, tossing them in her mouth without a care in the world, the black berries ones she knew were tempting. They were also lethal, but there was no need to tell anyone that.

[razorfst]

send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react ( gabriel, apoc verse )

He had been careful, he thought he had been. The building had been empty when he walked in. He covered his tracks so no one knew he was in here and yet he had been wrong. Somehow someone saw him coming and had hid enough to make the Romanian think the building was empty. They had gotten the jump on the larger figure and he can feel the cool metal of the knife bite into the flesh of his neck. His jaw tenses and he can't help the low growl that leaves him as he turns his head slightly so the exposed eye might be able to see his would be assailant out of the peripheral. Yet Andrei could not manage a sight and that frustrated him further. "If you're going to kill me, then do it. Otherwise why delay the inevitable?" He spits out, hand still tightly gripped around the handle of his buzz axe as if it was ready to be used should the situation and opportunity arise.

Memes | Accepting | @blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn

[godzexperiment]

gabriel chucks a snowball at nix, nailing him in the shoulder. wild grin, throaty laughter from the archangel. 'bright-eyed and bushy-tailed', the humans might say. the soft, cold clump flies in all directions. soon as the other man recovers, gabriel's rolling a second. and third. patting down the powder into a somewhat recognizable sphere.

❝ you just gonna stand there, nixy? ❞

It took a moment to register as he was tugging his hood up onto his head. Brushing it off his shoulder and sticking his tongue out in response. "Rude."

Scooping up some snow and forming it into an ball; bite into it before tossing it for the top of Gabriel's head.

[impercre]

❝ you look like you've seen a ghost, little one. am i that strange a sight to behold? ❞ ( gabriel to kid leto II )

「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0   」  | accepting

It was rare for anything to render the young Atreides completely silent but his blue within blue eyes were wide with wonder. "Kull Wahad," He bowed his head low to the ground the way one might do in prayer. "You are Jibril. Is there a god then? Will he punish my sister and I for what we are- abominations."

[spokewar]

The platinum blonde spooked easy, this time. Having snuck into Kenobi's study whilst the Jedi was occupied. All sorts of maps of known Dark Side users' locations had been strewn across the table. Committing them to memory. Gaze flicks over familiar star-systems.

Posture went from hunched to ramrod straight when his ears picked up footsteps, attempting to play it cool. Quick turn to face the doorway. ❝ Hey, I def - definitely, uh, wasn't doing anythin' just now. Ha, me? Snooping? Load o' bantha dung. I just - uhm, wanted to re-read some of your tomes! On those evil Sith. Yea. Door was left unlocked. ❞

Hands are behind back, now. Rocking on balls of feet. Blue-tinted fingers tap-tap-tapping his wrist. Half-shrug of shoulders. Seeming easygoing, but his protruding cheek gives away something'd been stuck in his mouth.

❝ So, how's everything going in the cockpit, huh? No beasts tryin' to eat us? ❞

Cue the mando-raised trying to look anywhere but Obi Wan's face.

"You are one of my least favorite people." There were very few Mandalorians Obi-Wan could level with a glare and he was not letting the opportunity go to waste.

He was less concerned and more annoyed. Any valuables he possessed were on his person and the cockpit had nothing worth stealing lest the thief wanted to burn up in some planet's upper atmosphere. The worst the man could have done was make a phone call because Obi-Wan had been a little less than truthful about the ownership of his current ship (it wasn't his and it had very much been liberated from pirates) and any outgoing signal would spell them trouble.

"I might not be able to read your mind, but I can very much sense a lie." And he didn't need to be a Jedi to feel the waves of nerves rolling between them. "So, how about you-

"Oh." The sentence was cut short. "You must have been reading my notes, how lovely. Just please tell me you didn't break the door lock? I mean this in the most friendly way possible, but I don't trust you not to kill me while I sleep."

[welcometothevale]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn

Fighting for his life while doing his damnedest to survive, and not leave with excruciating injuries, wasn't how he expected to spend his shift at work. Aside from death, injury, and possible hair loss, he couldn't help but be annoyed at the fact that he would have to search for a new job after this.

With the bar coming down around him–and a few flaming bits of debris raining on him from above–Gael leapt over the bar to flee. His first escape route was stolen by the grouping of the feral assholes who torched the place. He hissed between his teeth, turned tail, and bolted toward the back exit. Luck was on his side in this instance as he made it outside with what was, hopefully, enough time to lose the bastards inside.

[voluntadfuerte]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn | tell my muse you think they're beautiful | accepting

"There is no need for empty compliments. I know how humans think of me. There is no need to try and get in my good graces in such a way." He already thought highly of Alex. After all, he was the Chosen One. And as perfect Alex was, Micheal didn't intend on crossing this line with Alex. As he wasn't sure himself if he could stop once he started. The pull towards Alex stronger by the day. And he knew Alex was simply saying words. They all were.

[talentforlying]

“ You can just say ‘bastard.’ I hear it enough. ” ( gabriel, post-meeting john )

' tch, don't be childish. i was going for twat sandwich with a side'o pickled fuck off. '

angels were bad enough when they were all convinced they were god's special little tykes, suckling righteous mandate straight from the teat of divinity. now they're either the new world's bloody SAVIORS, or they're murder walking, and he knows too fucking well which one he's talking to now.

well, sod it. sod it all. hell's already come to earth, what's left to be scared of? why not get in a dig or two at the bastard who started it?

' that's your problem, mate: lack of imagination. see a problem, belt it 'til it don't get back up. just like your daddy taught ye. ' a hand jerks out to invite a good, hard look at their surroundings: the wasteland. the rubble. the GRAVEYARD OF CIVILIZATION. ' and that's all i have to say to you, you arrogant prick. '

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[orphanedshadow]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn gets a starter for Gabriel

This plan had been one she had put a great deal of effort into. What little knowledge she had was quickly filled in with observations, and upon regaining her freedom those were bolstered with by her research.

Empyrean steel, rare, difficult to find, but there were some spells that could at least somewhat mimic it in terms of strength.

Lightning, easy, something that ran just under her skin, and could be woven into metal. Also something she knew to have some effect, based on how much swearing happened last time she used it.

Cloaking, a challenge to say the least. But perhaps not if she used camouflage, mimicking one of the possessed instead of trying to vanish completely.

Finally, bait. The part of this entire thing that she was least confident about. Old theological writings were not nearly as accurate as she would like, but hopefully these had more than a grain of truth to them.

It didn't take much to set off the child's soul, what had once been a toddler wailing with only the slightest provocation. Perhaps not the most ethical use of necromancy, but torturing actual infants was a little too far to go to lure her prey into the middle of the dense forest, where trees would prevent any kind of flight, and she could mask her own vital signs with any number of distractions. Then all she had to do was wait, wait and see if the Archangel would come running.

[faithsreward]

@blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn asked: [ standing over a body ] " oops. " ( gabriel @ phel )

"Don't oops me, we both know you weren't being subtle."