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hm

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in the process of moving irl !

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GLOW.

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not okay about this voice line btw

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neptune // sleeping at last

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OK, I have mirror verse brain rot on the mind. It's so difficult to think about where Reyes would fall in here since he had his foot in every door almost. My angsty ass still thinks about brainwashed route, that's cheap, I know but also maybe Gérard being Blackwatch commander.. I'm throwing ideas into the wind and I'm still screaming about it.

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how hard do I have to pray to get Retribution back? what do I have to do?

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by mkd_oreca on twitter

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boy, do I constantly think about how Reyes never had autonomy throughout his life. being a constant 'item' to the government and basically treated like property during and after SEP. the constant surveillance, testing, stripped from his identity to a number ( Morrison too, all of this ). how do you be fucking normal after all that, you really don't.

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I AM DYING

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I know that Moira was responsible for putting Reyes back together after the Swiss explosion but that costs money. Who has money? Akande. In short: Akande is technically Reyes' sugar daddy.

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Flashback!

bad memories

his head was swimming. thick cotton stuffed and muffling the sounds of footsteps and voices. Morrison's hand, a ton weight, pressing him down. it was suppose to anchor him, keep him afloat, stop the knee's from shaking but all it felt as though Morrison was keeping him away.

black body bags were offloaded from the carrier. the hostages returned safely-- but no Amari.

' .. but we'll find her. '

Gabriel unfroze, heat rising through his body and a tempting fire about to burst behind his eyes as he looked at Morrison.

' you left her. '

it wasn't a question, words lodging deep into Morrison's chest and twisting. Gabriel watched Morrison's face change, brow knitting in and his hand falling off Gabriel's shoulder cautiously. ' we had to. '

his jaw clenched tightly, Gabriel violently shook his head as he took a step forward with a closed fist swiping uncoordinatedly into Morrison's temple. gripping the front of his blue fatigues, stained in blood and sweat that did not belong to Morrison. no, he was fine.

' you're a fucking super soldier, " Gabriel roared. ' don't tell me that you had to! '

hands grabbed at his shoulder, attempting to pry him off but Gabriel's hands were already becoming slack. tremors wrecking him, both of them, Morrison's eyes watered but kept his composure. no retaliation. maybe he knew he deserved it. Gabriel was dragged back, the angered subsiding into a mess of ache that centered deep within his chest. Amari wasn't in one of the body bags, she was missing, alone.

' you piece of shit. ' Gabriel's voice broke, roughly jerking his shoulder forward to free himself.

' .. Gabriel, I'm sending -- '

' now. right now. ' his hand burned as he rubbed it across his cheek. ' right fucking now. '

' I know.. '

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it's Ana/Reyes loving hours

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"You're about to make a huge mistake."

late meme | @outdraws

without turning his head, Reaper shifted his gaze over to the installed force drive. hidden, nestled between two large main frame and out of sight.

75% completed..

Reaper growled, claws slowly falling away from the touch screen and down on to the table. he recognized the voice, it wasn't a surprise. more so annoyed that he wasn't given ample time to complete the recovery.

❛ am I? ❜ Reaper replied coldly, acting as though Cassidy's presence held no effect on him. a bittersweet reunion that was going to end in bloodshed. there was still curiosity, enough to make Reaper turn to face the man-- once protégée, to meet his eye. same press of the brow, the crusted gun that Reaper had held once in another life. same stupid hat.

❛ or are you? ❜ he challenged. Cassidy held the winning card, faster, already drawn and, without question, primed to shoot at any movement. ❛ getting yourself involved isn't going to end well, Cole. lower the gun, don't make yourself look like a fool. ❜

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been trying to get into the writing headspace but the stress of trying to find another job has completely overwhelmed me. So I'm gonna chill this morning and tackle some things in my inbox that have been collecting dust. stressing over this isn't gonna do much so I need to sort myself out and actually relax for once.

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Reaper makes me a little sad 

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idk, it’s been a weird day and I just wanted to piss around with some brushes to let some steam out. I don’t even know what I was doing here.