moved .

new blog won't be freely given out.

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I’VE MOVED BLOGS.

I will give out the new URL upon request. You will be able to message me on any of my other blogs or Disc.ord should you have me there. I gave ample opportunity to follow me on my new blogs; I will not be giving them out again either.

This is my final post on this blog. I will not be answering any messages on here after this post.

Thank you to those who stuck by me here, I appreciate it. 

Hope to see my close friends on the new blog.

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GOING ON SEMI-HIATUS.

if you want to know why i’m choosing hiatus the post is here.

thanks for sticking with me this far, and i hope to come back refreshed and able to write this character again.

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Anyways I am considering a semi-hiatus on this blog. I’ve not settled on it as of yet, but it’s a heavy possibility. Reasoning is going under a cut.

First off, I’m just lacking motivation anymore. Things seem to be coming to a crawl and no one seems to want to tell me what’s up, whether it’s my fault or not. It’s kind of infuriating. Because I, for one, want to isolate problems and work on fixing them. But I’m horrible at figuring out just what the issue is so I shoot down a hole where I feel like shit with no discernible reason because I’m just never told.

Second off, I feel like I lost touch with the muse again. It happens to the best of us, I get that, but it bothers me deeply to see a muse I put time and effort into just fall off the map. I know why, but I’ll not bother touching on it. To tl;dr it, it’s a slippery slope that I have little control over. But I feel as of late I’ve been OOC with him which digs at me when I used to pride myself on being on point with him where now I no longer am. 

Third off, I dunno, I personally feel very... out of it. It seems everyone either doesn’t want to confront me on OOC-esque plays or they just simply want a Reaper in any shape or form which puts me at quite the stalemate with wanting to be here and do things.

Now, what to expect if I hiatus? Simple. Expect me to drop off the face of the earth for a bit on this blog. I’ll give you guys the blog you’ll find me at ( which you should know by now ) and I’ll just quit out. This means next to nothing on this blog and in no way will I be playing the muse even privately ( not that I care to normally anyways ). I won’t be talking about him, I won’t be doing anything regarding him. A break is a break, you get me?

Furthermore, if muse does hit, since I will call it a semi-hiatus, I will be allowed to come back as I please to do what I please of my drafts when I please. Do not expect me to come to anyones beck and call if I hiatus, it’s a break for me during which I do whatever strikes me to keep myself fresh and happy. I’ve bent over backwards for other people in the past and made myself feel like crap when I was meant to take a break, so I’ll get more strict this time around. 

And this has been on my mind for a few weeks now. So I am very on the fence about this one, leaning toward doing it. This is by no means out of the blue. 

Again, you’ll have the blog you can find me on if you want me should I hiatus. 

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the highlight of owning a dog is when they come and just want to snuggle

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dfist.

WATCHFUL GOLDEN eyes observe, catch sight of that mischievous smirk as it forms, displays sharp teeth like those of a shark. The wraith is not unlike a shark, a powerful predator, unyielding and sitting comfortably toward the top of the food chain – in its own territory, at least. Reaper has made Talon his territory, has perhaps made the whole world his territory, and he takes what he wants with no concern for the rest. He is volatile; Akande knows to trust Reaper more than he would trust a shark. Because of this, it’s that smirk that has him on edge, has him lowering his hand to instead sink his hands into the pockets of his lounge pants.

It’s dangerous, and he knows it. The tone the wraith takes is playful, but menacingly so, and Akande thinks perhaps he should back down now. Despite all his confidence, he knows to pick his battles, and he’s not sure where such a road shrouded in smoke would lead him. While Reaper does not seem capable of stealing Akande’s heart, there’s still a certain risk in getting physically involved with the creature, even for one instance – and oh, he knows he can never seem to keep things to one instance, especially with someone as enticing as the wraith.

❝ Are you inviting me to take what I want? ❞ he challenges, an eyebrow raised. It’s almost tempting to accept the invitation, but not tempting enough. It feels too much as though he would be playing right into Reaper’s hand, and he’s not yet sure what said hand is. He eyes the wraith warily, ghost of a smirk upon full lips. ❝ You act far too much like a spider with a freshly spun web, Reaper. ❞ A spider not simply waiting for prey, but luring it. Akande has never considered himself prey.

He takes a rather small step toward Reaper, noticeably taller than the other man as he gazes down upon him. He makes no move to touch him, simply keeps his hands inside his own pockets. ❝ What is it that you want from me, if you think you know what I desire from you? ❞

     A slight tilt to his head is given, crimson eyes backed only by pitch black searching for a moment. It’s quick, sharp, slight movements that decorate his movements, before his shoulders come up and his head moves to the side, a snort escaping, followed quickly by an amused chuckle. For once it’s genuine from him; he finds humor here. He goes to turn back to speak, only to break into more chuckles, putting a single clawed index finger up to ask for a moment to collect himself. 

     “I never expected to be the spider when we already have one. Come on, now. Don’t insult the poor lady.” Perhaps it’s so funny because of his close working relationship to Widowmaker, perhaps the way Akande catches on so quick amuses him. He’s not about to put his finger on it any time soon, and as far as he’s concerned; he doesn’t care. Small genuine things are so rare for him, should he not enjoy what little he finds?

     “I don’t pretend to know you.” His tone shifts, a more serious look coming down over his face in an instant, that genuine smile from a moment ago now a mere forgotten memory. It’s as if he flipped a switch, turned it all off. It’s what made him good at his job. “And I make sure none of you know me. Isn’t that the good old mercenary creed? Or is it for assassins? I don’t keep track.” 

     “That aside, I would have thought I made myself very clear around here. When it comes to interpersonal matters with persons of interest to me, I make myself a very free agent, never with any strings attached.” His claws raise, making a puppeteering motion, a mirthless laugh escaping him as he does so. There are many of whom he pulls the strings on, and to him, it’s nothing but a game. However, there are definite power players on the field, of whom do not deserve to be so wrapped up in Reaper’s more sadistic games. No, it’s a fight to be had, dramatics to be presented; all in due time. 

     “You do have my respect, Akande, make no mistake. I am not one to,” His body shifts its state, allowing the wraith to glide around the other with ease, allowing the smoke to linger and trail around him before Reaper comes back to his full standing position, “wrap you up in all this. I’m not interested in strings when it comes to people like you. There’s no harm in the physical side of the world, now is there? As long as you keep your human side locked away,” Oh, that’s a terrible pun that has him grinning much akin to one who told a terrible inside joke. “I see no problems.” 

     “Now, do you see why I gave you invitation? Or should I try to play less and be a little more crass in my wording?”

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pistolerc.

❝ i don’t gotcha number and yer already settin’ up a dinner DATE for jus’ the two of us ? well ain’t that cute , heh. but sorry pumpkin , i think imma have to pass though gotta admit it’s a temptin’ OFFER. ❞

     “That’s quite the high horse you’ve got your ass on there. What was that saying? Ah, when you assume you make an ass out of you and me, was it? Why would you ever assume I’d settle so easily. I’d hardly class yourself the type I’d go for if I were to even think to have you for dinner.”

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So clearly now that I beat H.alo R.each properly, I am moving on to the H.alo C.ombat E.volved I have to see that through ( I fucking adore Chief honestly he’s so good in this one ). What I’ll probably do is borrow 2 & 3 off my friends because 3 is as far as I really wanna go. 3 & ODST. 

Anyways. Point is I’m binging H.alo. I’ll be on Disc.ord if anyone needs me.

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when disco.rd and micr.osoft only partner for xbone users and leave out those still using the 360 despite still being able to connect the account hmmm :/

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pistolerc.

❝ startin’ to THINK i shoulda let em’ SHOOT yer ass , but i guess that takes the fun outta doin’ it m’self. ❞

@lazrvs   /   ❤

     “I’ll invite you to try. You’ll find a significant lack of success in eradicating me, just the same as all have done before you. I’m sure I can find it in me to teach you why it’s a useless endeavor while keeping you alive through it.”

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frostwoven replied to your post: it’s so great to see all the pan flags showing up...

same flag? same flag.

same flag!!!!

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     It hadn’t been long on the scene for him. Seeking job after job, desperately clawing at the ladder. Even other mercenaries from time to time weren’t safe from the up and coming wraith. An undead monster, he wanted to reach his goals and took the lowest hanging fruit as his entryway. A chance to learn the body, all his real abilities, and the chance to make a name of himself. Of course, rumors were spreading about the bloodthirst behind his kills, the ruthlessness he showed to those around him, and some even daring to say he might be a quick learner. None are allegations he’d deny, though he’d personally say the learning process was slow. 

     Such as was the case with this job. The other mercenaries who had come for it, he’d added to the pile. Blood painted the walls of the room, viscera discarded around the furniture. His mask lay in pieces on one side of the room ( he needs to learn how to keep that in one piece ). The job was finished quick, the mercenaries were the ones who took a bit to eviscerate; though part of it was him trying to make it last. It’s not every day the prey walks up to him willing to die like that. 

     A heavy breath is let out as he lets the final body drop to the ground in front of him, kicking it roughly with his boot a foot or so away from him. Slowly his eyes flick down to the thick crimson blood decorating his claws. It won’t hurt. Never does. It’s a taste he’s learning he enjoys. Cautiously does he raise his left hand above his mouth, slowly opening it to reveal the sharpened teeth, sticking out his tongue to let the blood slowly drip down onto it. He stands still for almost a minute before moving, pulling his claws down to rest the index claw in his mouth. It’s when his attention comes to the exit that he stops dead. Slowly he pulls the metal out of his mouth, rather pristine and clean now, lowering it back to his side. 

     “You’re... not my contact.” That’s Talon gear he’s wearing. As in, some of the top dogs out there. Of course, distrust plays across his face, which slowly dissipates. Talon isn’t as bad as the UN. He knows this. Besides, the way they operate is something he can agree with. An eyebrow is arched in curiosity, though his body remains tense, a slight threatening growl in the back of his tone ( he’s known to be volatile with that anger of his always boiling in his veins, it’s hard to work out ). “Why are you here.”

@dfist // lil plotted wishlist thread starter B)

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Of Reaper and Gabriel; it’s Gabriel who has the poker face. Gabriel was always able to pull that neutral mask on. Reaper wears the literal mask, meaning when it’s off, he can’t mask the stronger emotions such as anger. Gabriel was near professional with masking everything beneath the stern look he became known to wear. The entire time he was breaking down and pulling away from everyone, that look was all they saw. He hid all the fear and all the pain from everyone who knew him. Likely to the point of if they did not know him intimately, they’d never believe he was going through intense fear and pain the entire last year of his stretch in B.lackwatch.

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Oh while I am at it with the wishlist posts? Another came to mind. Obviously this one would be heavy AU since he’d not be keen to actually do this the way I set him up but you know, explore new territory? Fun.

Change Reaper’s mind about his ultimate goals. Bend it, twist it, switch it up. Of course I don’t mean redemption either. Keep him on the morally grey track; but give him a different way to achieve his goals, make him work with you, convince him your way is more beneficial.

Again, heavy AU tones here; but it presents a fun alternative. And again, I will not be doing much ‘redemption’ because I don’t think Reaper would ever agree to be on the ‘good’ side with his views of it. It’s rather in stone at this point.

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Oh is this a rare Wishlist post? Why yes it is.

Wishlist for someone to form a relationship with Reaper, think he’s in some way endeared to them, and then come out and oppose his goals. While at first seeming to be okay with this, Reaper later turning and betraying them. Fatally or not; there would definitely be physical wounding going on as he would attempt murder so anyways yeah. That’s a plot I want to do.

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ME AND U CAS... RATE IT BLS....

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

@omniborg // send me a ship & i’ll rate it // accepting.

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ok but like, reaper x angie & gabriel x angie. give my angie the love she deserves

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

@sansvol // send me a ship & i’ll rate it // accepting.

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cas & faye ;D

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

@honorstripped // send me a ship & i’ll rate it // accepting.