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Adonis, from ‘Body’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

kennthesalvager.

“Right..” His eyes scanned the skyline, which wasn’t the best job thanks to the angle he was at, but it worked for the moment. “Ladder not too far east, and no, I don’t have a fear of heights.” Another glance around them. “What’s the plan from there? I should probably secure the suit breach at some point.”

his tongue tracks the point of an eyetooth, PRESSING its concentration. he doesn’t have a plan, not yet ( besides, IMPULSE has always guided him best ) & his muscles wind with unspent adrenaline. so it comes out a BARK : ❛ how long is this gonna TAKE ? ❜

#( & verse : main -- general )#( & kennthesalvager -- 01. )#kennthesalvager

ankegruenow

It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

Joseph Conrad - Heart of Darkness (via ankegruenow)

#( & field notes -- musings )

kennthesalvager.

He didn’t know why he’d expected the man to care in the slightest bit. It was just a small matter of life and death depending on the local contaminants, no problem.

“Yes, I can walk just fine.” Until a fever or something set in. “Where are we headed next?”

❛ i want a better vantage point. someplace high up. ❜ even in passive construction, his words drop solid, weighty where they land. his chin tips up at a slant, a little wry. & then, a quick TOSS over his shoulder, ❛ –— not afraid of HEIGHTS , are you ? ❜

#( & verse : main -- general )#( & kennthesalvager -- 01. )#( tbh john's probably had the whole quarian immune system thing explained to him #lots of times #but like #doesn't care enough to remember )#kennthesalvager

ooc. updated some bio stuff bc it was feeling very vanilla. i’m gonna keep working on it cause i’m STILL not quite happy with it

#( & shields down -- ooc )#writing antiheroes is fun but difficult #it's way too easy to overplay them & portray them as cheesy / cliche #which i want to avoid #but... i also don't want to underplay it #bc then he's just #boring stoic military dude w some beard scruff #& that's 0 fun for anybody

tankbredhuman.

“I..I want to stay here and help.” He replies looking at the other male from the bundle of weapon parts arrayed out before him waiting his attention. “I can fix guns and armor. Chackwas said I don’t need an amp. She said I need something to… um… to do the opposite.” The word escaped him as several did and would through his recovery. Cillian as he had chosen to call himself was in the midst of proving his worth off the battlefield as his body damaged from time spent with slavers (a time he refused to talk about though it scarred him deeply) and from the time alone without a stable supply of food to sustain it.

❛ the OPPOSITE ? ❜ his breath steeps into his nose. the blunt point of his tongue knocks the backs of his teeth while his flanks bind up & inch toward the hike of his shoulders ; how desperate the collectors have made him to CONSIDER it ( this team he’s pulling together is NOTHING like the combat teams back in the foxholes of n7 ) .

he shakes the thought along with his head.

❛ if you can’t control your biotics, you’re a LIABILITY . ❜

#( & verse : main -- me2 )#( & tankbredhuman -- 01. )#tankbredhuman

& @kennthesalvager continued from HERE :

❛ –— whatever. ❜ his hand snaps down, dismissive ; he settles on his heels. irritation scatters all the way from his chin to the accordion fold of his brow, sharpened beneath his mask’s glister, & his tongue CLUCKS its disdain. ❛ you can still WALK , can’t you ? i don’t have time for delays . ❜

#( & verse : main -- general )#( & kennthesalvager -- 01. )#( the 'john is a douche' verse ?? )#kennthesalvager

& @tankbredhuman

❛ –— so i’ll send you to the alliance, or grissom academy. ❜ his shoulders shunt off a passing shrug, tumbling down his arms to rattle his wrists as they pull up like a CROSSHAIR over his chest. black eyebrows sink together to press a NICK above his nose, jaw flexing out against the desert-chapped, thin line of his lip.

❛ you’re no use to me without an AMP . ❜

#( & verse : main -- me2 )#( & tankbredhuman -- 01. )#tankbredhuman

new look, new tags !!

#( & shields down -- ooc )#( & verse : main -- general )#( & verse : main -- me1 )#( & verse : main -- me2 )#( & verse : main -- me3 )#( & verse : tbd )#( & field notes -- musings )#( & press release -- headcanon )#( & mission debrief -- psa )#( & radio frequency -- starter call )#( & fan mail -- ask )#( & sound system -- music )#( & regalia -- aesthetic )#( & reconnaissance -- promo )#tag dump

w andromeda on the horizon, i’m thinking abt revamping this blog ! i’m gonna redo my theme / pages / icons & then decide

#╳┊SHIELDS DOWN ( OOC )#what has it been .... a year #tbd

vckarian

❛ GLAD TO SEE YOU HAVEN’T CHANGED A BIT. reminds me of when we tracked down that salarian doctor i was PISSED at. let me shoot him practically on sight. feels good sometimes, huh shepard ? ❜

❛ It’s just FATE, Vakarian. Somewhere out there, we all got a bullet with our name on it. Either it’s your lucky day or it’s not ———–———– and for rats like that salarian? We make sure it’s NOT. ❜

#╳┊BETTER TO REIGN IN HELL #vckarian #( no!! he's a Bad Influence )

mymouthisfullofstars

i am a weapon my words are knives and my touch is poison and i am not the kind you save

stop me, stop me (via mymouthisfullofstars)

#╳┊FIELD NOTES ( MUSINGS )

bioticiisms

“——Can’t be any real harm in giving an OPINION, Commander.”

❛ You can give me your opinion when I ASK for your opinion. ❜

#╳┊DAMN FEW & THEY'RE ALL DEAD #bioticiisms

is2keelah

“You know…” voice drawled out, the straw leaving the small slot in her helmet. As if to try and impress him, her bicep CURLED to lean and support the side of her head with her empty hand. While he looked on, avoiding her gaze, as if she was something of a distraction, taking away from the progressive drunk stupor he could find himself in, her own eyes LOCKED IN. The booze worked quick; it took a moment for pupils to focus, as if some lazy kickback from an unstable scope. “You drinking here makes me think that you WANT to be social.”

“Of course, I could be wrong, and I can quickly take my leave –––”

HE LOOKS AT her. His eyes are flushed, like those half-blinded by the coming of light, shrouded by the shadows of heavy lids. His jaw POPS, as if he's mulling some grim decision between his teeth, & his shoulders rumble in their discomfort. He doesn’t know WHAT he wants, not yet ; he presses his tongue to his lip, inhales before speaking. ❛ I’ll bite. What’s on your mind? ❜

#╳┊BETTER TO REIGN IN HELL #is2keelah

iinfiltrator

The platform knows, it knows it should not ask. But with a head tilt and a quiet whirl of its system, it does.

“Why?”

HIS EYEBROW DROPS, jumps the wrinkled velvet of his forehead ; a buffalo snort ripples down his abdomen & only the twist up of his arms draws it silent. ❛ Because that’s what I said. ❜

#╳┊BETTER TO REIGN IN HELL #iinfiltrator

rotvibraniumxarchive-blog

Your resting state is war. It’s your nature.

Veil - Into the Badlands AMC (via rotvibranium)

#╳┊FIELD NOTES ( MUSINGS )

jeffmoreav

“I get it, I really do. I don’t trust the Illusive Man either — hard to trust a creepy hologram. But, Commander… LEATHER CHAIR. Premium leather. Look: cup holder. I’m pretty sure this thing has surround sound too.

AND they brought you back? ———- It’s hard for me to hate Cerberus entirely.”

❛ Yeah ———–———– can’t even get peace and quiet when I’m DEAD. Lucky me. ❜

#╳┊BETTER TO REIGN IN HELL #jeffmoreav

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