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I’m going on hiatus on all my blogs. I’m done roleplaying on tumblr. I might archive my blogs instead of deleting but we’ll see. Sorry to my partners, but I honestly can’t anymore. I’ll be on discord so you can ask for it and add me if you wanna write there.
do you really think i would put a loaded gun on the table where you could reach it? i don’t know. do you really think this is the first time i’ve shot someone?
independent karen page from netflix/mcu’s daredevil and punisher series. private. selective. multiverse.
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hey, i deleted my last starter call. so like this for a thing. it’s gonna be a short thing because i’m getting back into things but heyaaa.
they found your bones piled in the dark fern bushes and you’ve never been the same since. you were brought home, but a part of you is still there, green leaves plastered to your cold skin, black soil staining your hands. an ache deep in the pit of you for anything besides this great, terrible silence born of feeling unalive. dried blood beneath candy-colored band-aids. your fists like rusted switchblades. the heart inside you silver, wet, wriggling. you have returned. you have returned. © / GABRIEL REYES. AS TOLD BY MOON.
ROTTED. i updated my rules a little bit, no need to read them if you read this post. it’s mostly about my pronouns. my gender is literally just this picture. so i move between pronouns but rn i’m feeling most comfortable with he/him pronouns. i still don’t mind they/she so if you call me that it’s fine but he/him is the go to.
Sicario (2015), dir. Denis Villeneuve.
i'm not really here, i should be sleeping, also im taking a wee break bc school started again. but i'm thinking about some things for reaper. about making a verse kinda just adjacent to my main one. kinda read a little excerpt of a mercykill fic where gabe doesn't have a heartbeat and his disinterest when angela tells him his heart beat that day. a verse where the nanites are doing all the work for him, his body is dead and the only things working inside him are the nanites from the super soldier serum. no heart beat, no organ function... just dead. he wouldnt feel pain, he'd be so much more disconnected from humanity. and his "goal" of dismantling overwatch and eliminating its former & current agents is mostly fueled by a furious revenge and sheer boredom.
PRETTILY PERCHED.
his head dips down with a ghost of a smile. one hand curls around the thick of those pretty thighs, dipping down to kiss against the base of gabriel - so fleeting it’s barely there, as he shifts to curl his hand around him. pink, blunted nails strike so well off of his skin. how junseok’s chest tightens as he dips. lips parted, sweet kittenish licks around the head of gabriel’s cock. “sweet baby.” his sharp eyes peer up, watching the shift of muscles, the right of jaw. “you respond so well to me, i adore how hot you get.” his voice stays strong– his own pleasure a distant concept, separate from glossed lips ever so slightly swollen and the shifting of hips, comfortable between trembling legs. he is oh so small but he feels so large here, powerful in the way that means far more than his body. junseok loves the strength that his sweet lover gives him.
a sweet, slow inhale. heated air against sensitive skin.
“you can move your hips, mi amor.” a run of tongue more prominent. to see him fall apart makes junseok oh so hungry, swallowing back the words that fit not with their scene in lieu of a final kiss upon the hips. “but you may not come until i allow you.” a traditional start. a simple one, but deadly in sweet eyes and the part of pink lips. he squeezes gabriel’s thigh. kids flutter shut in a whisper of selfish bliss as he takes him in, slow and languid – as though there were hours to play.
he is simply coiled muscle. one tangled nerve waiting to be struck with an impulse. hot behind his ears, hot between his thighs. the space between coolly left untouched. the muscle tenses, flexes when she touches him. gabriel had been in this delicious position many times before, but each moment still felt somehow too raw. the flutter of her fingers, the flick of her tongue. he is still struck with every touch she bestows upon him whether it be from her fingertips or lips.
gabriel watches her between his thighs, unwilling to let go of the sight of her. god, he wanted to touch her! if only to satisfy himself of every ugly need he’s kept to himself. feel whatever warmth she hid from him. instead, he’s forced only to look. watch as her breath curls around him in agonizingly sweet wisps of air.
a nod as he agrees to her terms. gabriel knows the rules. they’ve been written into his skin with her teeth years ago. and a quiet aaah escapes him when she takes him in her mouth. her lips slow along the skin. his hips begin to move like water, curling to catch more of her tongue. there is so little he can do when under her control. for it to be taken from him is a relief. when he falls apart in junseok’s hands it is a comfort to be left without it.
ETERNALLY LOYAL.
together, they were the ULTIMATE poison ——- something so DEADLY, so horrid. he was bent to her will, every DESIRE he would carry out ! a knight, FORSAKEN —– damned, shrouded in decay && lust for DOMINANCE. lips laced with black venom, his touch on hers, the INTENSITY, she could feel the passion wave through him && onto her being, how his taste was ROTTEN && it intrigued her greatly.
their cold corpses were CLOSE, touching, pressed together. the banshee queen would free those blackened lips, a near GASPS, but not for the need of AIR, but from delight. unholy, wicked eyes set on him,
‘ you serve with every fibre of your being, ONLY holding such a high status within my forces due to your passion for your people —- ‘ tone was calm ; he truly was one of her best, never FAILING to carry out orders, protecting && DESTROYING. the r e a p e r. one who was FEARED by the dark lady’s enemies. HE always came undetected, like smoke, you can’t catch him, SLIPPING through your hands && around your throat —— STRANGLING, strangling until DEATH. ‘ but you strive for HIGHER, though. to be more than my knight, ‘
❛ ━━━━ I WANT TO BE YOUR KING. ❜ how dangerously he’d let those words slip from his rotted lips when she could easily rip out what little life he had left in him. they were true, nonetheless. the need, the want strangling him in his sleep. aspirations that were just within his reach. when he held the dark lady’s heart in his hands, he could have anything. though, the reaper wanted her. he had wanted her & her kingdom as long as she’d been beside him. their people the children they raised. molded to become the heavy hand of the forsaken.
❛ the forsaken would be stronger for it. me, a king. you, their queen. ❜ a hand curls in the locks of her hair, glances with sunken eyes at the prettiness she exuded even in death. he imagines her alive, pink & beautiful. flush lips, a red tongue. it doesn’t suit her. sylvanas had belonged to the dead. the gripping filth of festering death. her carcass a simple vessel of a rotted soul. how he’d found her beautiful because of it. sick like him, the daring ugliness of death that held onto them both had made them two halves of one whole.
the reaper is eager to kiss her again. but perhaps she’d rip out his tongue if he dared. they were poison. veins green, swollen with each other. unwilling to quit being venomous, sinking teeth into skin to infect. how much longer until they learned that they could kill each other?
JESSE.
“now that just ain’t the kinda thought i like to keep.” what a brilliant liar, his grin is all encompassing, so wide and boxy that it makes most roll their eyes to see with the grandiose, all natural drama in it. not many to see at this time of night. most of blackwatch goes to bed at regular hours, a shockingly tame sleep cycle for those who work as they do. only gabriel reaches peak hours. but in return, jesse matches it. careless of the hours he might lose when they get time like this, his booted foot nudging against gabriel’s own. almost sweet.
if not for the full bodied guffaw that bursts out of his throat seconds later. “good lord, gabi, yer damn mother? poor lady is a saint, and y’just had to go n’ show her what she never wanted to see.” good teasing tingles the back of his throat even more than the beer does. jesse can picture it too. the angry, embarrassed flush on gabriel’s cheeks, the distant sound of his mother’s voice that grew sharper whenever he got close. sounds about right – and jesse’s not afraid to admit it.
❛ ━━━━ REALLY? THINK YOU’D GET OFF ON THE THOUGHT. ❜ what a sly smile, knowing the ins and outs of him. counting his teeth becoming routine, each smile precious. how lonely he’d once been. the nights were always quiet, the nights never spoke. they never learned to tell jokes, never learned to shake off the unbearable loneliness the commander felt in the dark. jesse brought with him something warm that happened to seep deep into his bones, ease the pressure on his joints. the nudge to his boot jolts him, sets an edge to his heart that nearly makes it jump from his chest. those dark eyes only seem to shine in the dark.
❛ listen, she’s been wiping my ass since i was born. she tells me so every time i visit. ❜ his voice is warm, the sharp pitch dulled by beer & the sweet reminiscing of childhood. ❛ and, she isn’t any saint i know. the woman knows her way around a chancleta. i’ve heard her curse like a sailor, too. she keeps that all under wraps when you’re around. ❜ moments like this he misses her, though thankfully his current company makes up for it. helps the ache from overcoming him in deep, ceaseless waves.
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tagged by / @targetfed & @neonnoise. ♡
relationship status: single & too tired to date.
favourite colour: teal.
lipstick or chapstick: chapstick.
last song i listened to: it’s always sunny in philadelphia theme song.
last movie i watched: that new tarzan movie, i think. i was high af ngl.
top three tv shows: oh hell. it’s always sunny, the challenge & daredevil. i dunno i love too many shows.
top three characters: gabriel reyes, anakin skywalker & frank castle.
top three ships: mcreyes, anareaper & all the ships i rp. whoops.
books i’m currently reading: annihilation by jeff vandermeer & stormrage by richard a knaak. i am weak for that druid daddy.
tagging / whoever, you! them! anybody!
they found your bones piled in the dark fern bushes and you’ve never been the same since. you were brought home, but a part of you is still there, green leaves plastered to your cold skin, black soil staining your hands. an ache deep in the pit of you for anything besides this great, terrible silence born of feeling unalive. dried blood beneath candy-colored band-aids. your fists like rusted switchblades. the heart inside you silver, wet, wriggling. you have returned. you have returned. © / GABRIEL REYES. AS TOLD BY MOON.
friendly reminder of how kind and wonderful and beautiful @targetfed is!!! i luv mi lil ghost so much.
Okay, so. Things to take from this comic that pertain to my blog.
Blackwatch was heavily disliked by the public and there was an incident in Japan ( I wonder if this has anything to do with Genji ) that might’ve caused a suspension of Blackwatch and all its agents, hence why McCree is on “vacation” in London.
Gabriel keeps all of Blackwatch’s assets under wraps. He doesn’t report to Jack at all. Jack is not his superior. It’s obvious there’s a disconnect between him and Jack/Ana.
Gabriel is sassy as fuck and pokes fun at Jack, a lot.
McCree is clearly Gabriel’s right hand. Just as Ana is Jack’s lieutenant. Him and Gabe share a lot of confidential information. I argue Jesse is really the only person Gabriel trusts and he lets him do a lot of things by himself.
Gabe all just “The U.K. doesn’t want our help? Fine.” I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Blackwatch has left him so jaded and especially secretive. He doesn’t tell Jack or Ana anything anymore when it comes to his assets and how he runs Blackwatch. And the fact that he trusts McCree to do an op in London by himself. One that probably includes of a lot espionage because Overwatch is NOT supposed to be in the U.K. And there’s this one panel that shows a headline, “Blackwatch under scrutiny after complaint from Japanese government.” WHAT DID BLACKWATCH DO? I always believed Gabe didn’t run Blackwatch like some seedy operation doing a lot of illegal things. But it seems like they definitely have or it just seems like they do and Gabriel refuses to explain himself or his goals to anybody. I’m literally just so dead over three seconds of Blackwatch Gabe in a comic. I need more. Give me a Blackwatch comic of one of their ops. I need to know how he ran things.
