#(gideon.)

[endearng]

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(gideon.)

[huntcriminals]

i forgot about all the pictures gideon has in his office of the people / people's families he's helped and saved and now i'm emo

[melancholaes]

@eoncrellin​.

there are still some minimal scrapes around his jaw, decorated with some yellowing flesh along from the fight with their fellow reaper. he is sitting at the back of the clubhouse, nursing a bottle of beer. he notices the other, his close friend, approaching. he nods once to him tilts his beer, as if a silent greeting.  “where y’ been hiding?”  there are very few people with whom con will instigate conversation with, gideon happens to fall into that category. he straightens in his seat and looks toward his brother.

[oilysmug]

THE BARROW SIBLINGS. (modern edit because bunny tried to find them all in period clothes and failed.)

in order of youngest to oldest: GIDEON, THOMAS, RUTH, PAUL. 

gideon & paul take after their father, JOHN. while thomas & ruth take after their mother, CORNELIA.

the barrow family hails from MANCHESTER, ENGLAND.  the year was 1877. john barrow and cornelia dawson met while john apprenticed at the local clockmaker.  cornelia was on a mission to repair her father’s pocket-watch, and the two felt the spark of love at first sight.  often, cornelia would find herself in the shop to talk with john.  the two married two years later, and john continued to rise in rank while cornelia found a job in textiles.

paul was born on APRIL 9TH, 1881.  john wanted his son to follow in his footsteps of clockmaking, but paul was built strong and wide.  he found more pleasure in working with his hands.  paul left school at the age of FOURTEEN and went to work on his uncle’s farm in blackley.  he still lived at home with the farm not being too far of a trek.  as thomas got older, he and paul butt heads – especially when thomas had been taken under john’s wing for clockmaking.  paul would call him delicate. after thomas left home, paul did not seek out his younger brother.  paul DIED in france in 1917 during the war.  he was THIRTY-SIX years old at the time of his death.  he left behind a wife, KATHLEEN, and two children, ages 9 (SIMON) and 13 (LILY).  ( in modern verses, he doesn’t die young. )

ruth was born on DECEMBER 3RD, 1883.  ruth was incredibly bright in her youth, excelling well in school.  cornelia wanted her to finish her studies, but john insisted she get a job early.  ruth eventually joined her mother at the textile mill, but before she started working she became best friends with PHYLLIS BAXTER at school.  she and phyllis were inseparable.  thomas was closest to ruth; as he got older, he often would hang around her and phyllis.  ruth fell in love with a local boy named HENRY CHAPMAN and married him.  they had three children together, CHARLIE, SAMUEL, and DOROTHY.  her and paul’s children grew up together and were very close.  at the time thomas left home, he begged ruth to stay at her place – she denied him, having just given birth to her oldest son charles.  she claimed she didn’t want him bringing any bad luck to their house.  later, thomas wrote to ruth to inform her that he’d gotten a job at downton abbey as a footman.  they continued to write to each other but only on rare occasion; thomas could not forgive her for turning him away.

thomas was born on NOVEMBER 17TH, 1891.  cornelia suffered through three miscarriages before she finally gave birth to thomas; she initially deemed him as the miracle baby after fearing that she could no longer have children.  john was a stern father of few words, but he took thomas under his wing when the boy showed interest in clockmaking.  thomas realized he was gay early on while at school; the other boys would talk about girls, while he would think about them.  there was another like him, CALLUM DONNELLY, whom he grew closer to over the years.  he left school at fourteen just as paul had, but he would go to apprentice under his father at the clockmaker’s shop.  john and cornelia (and paul) never liked how close thomas was to callum.  john eventually caught them kissing, and thomas was thrown out of the house at the age of FIFTEEN.  he never looked back. 

gideon was born on MAY 28TH, 1895.  cornelia had another miscarriage in between thomas and gideon before she gave birth to her youngest son.  he, too, began to follow in john’s footsteps – and by the time thomas had left home ( or so he was told - only eleven when it occurred ) he became the favorite child.  gideon had looked up to his older brother thomas, who showed him the basics of clockmaking when he was still very young.  he later ended up taking over the shop after john retired.  he married a woman named EMMA MORRIS and had a son named WHEELER.

[just-pam]

date & time : november 9th 2178, 11:17 pm location : purgatory; mess hall closed : @gideondemarco​

Routine and monotony had always offered a sort of security within Purgatory, which was why PAM had clung to it so religiously. Not even a glance was spared when one did exactly as they were meant to— and if it was praise that they sought, or recognition beyond their station, then they were in the wrong line of work. Alternatively, to stray from the duties one was committed to, would mean certain consequences that were nothing short of grave.

With the promise of comfort offered by familiarity, in amidst the sea of unknown faces, it was only natural that PAM gravitated towards that few that she was most acquainted with— or as much as she dared in circumstances where amity very easily bordered on audacity. And audacity was what gets Androids shut down.

Of course, it was still her job to try and keep the peace between the inmates. Perhaps not with such direct (and oft times violent) methods as those employed by her siblings, it was still the responsibility of every Android to surveil, and report any misconducts and abnormalities should such a creature rear its head. If the chorus of grunts and gutturals that perpetually echoed around the mess hall was of any indication, conflict was a permanent residence within Purgatory. Though anarchic at the best of times, the hall was not without its quiet spots. Those were usually found at the edge of the hall, which suited PAM fine. Not much life was found out here. Most of it were concentrated in the centre of the hall where life manifested in a fury of flying fists and fervent curses. Stragglers lived out here. Outcasts. Not unlike herself.

So it was not considered out of the ordinary for PAM to stroll past this particular table, where a particular inmate have been known to station himself at this particular time. Wordlessly surveying the length of the mess hall from the mouth of the stairs; a meagre feet or two from the seated inmate. Were her Creator with her, she might have said ‘hi’, allowing PAM to express the same cordiality without the risk of suspicion. She was very much alone this time and she felt the loneliness echo in the hollow of her titanium bones.

Humans could not survive without companionship, a thinking mind for which the contents of their thoughts could be shared; a haven to absolve one from the internal chaos that was as real to them as any bleeding organs. Androids did not suffer from the same ailment as their Organic counterpart. Or at least, they weren’t meant to. Without her Creator, PAM had been subject to the human ailment more intensely than she’s ever had and now she was responsible for finding her own cure— and she watched as he lifted his head ever so slightly from its initial position, as if alerted to the new presence that had joined him.

Gideon had graduated from passing inmate to a temporary respite that PAM had come to look forward to whenever she was made to follow this particular route. Of course, she seldom ever said as much.

[nrcissvblvck-blog]

✧ from gid bc you love me

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

“Whichever one you are um... stay out of my owls.” -Narcissa

[musingwithspells]

“You told me once humans want what they cannot have. (…) We want what we cannot have but we love what shows us kindness.”

ATIVIDADES: Jornal da Escola; Clube de Xadrez Bruxo; Clube de Runas Antigas; INFORMAÇÕES: GRIFINÓRIA - 20 ANOS - 9° ANO - PURO SANGUE

Biografia:

Tão quieta que chegara até mesmo a preocupar seus pais. O menino estava muito dependente do irmão, e foram muitas as conversas sobre Gideon simplesmente ser ele mesmo independente do seu irmão. E sem dúvidas, Gideon entendeu que proteger sua família fazia parte de quem ele era. Não tinha como separar aquele seu lado protetor. O que o ajudou foi ir para Hogwarts. Eram poucas as amizades que ele possuía antes de entrar no castelo. Um dia antes de ir o medo e nervosismo tomaram conta do jovem Prewett, e as palavras de sua irmã mais velha sem dúvidas foram completamente desencorajadoras. Ele tentou não demostrar seu medo em toda viagem e até mesmo na hora da seleção. Estava firme até hora que seu irmão fora chamado a sua frente. Gideon como boa parte das outras crianças tentava fingir que não estava tão nervoso ou afetado por tudo aquilo. Eles não se conheciam poderiam muito bem seguir em frente, mas todos pareciam nervosos com suas casas. Alguns apostavam para que casa iam cair. Era o assunto favorito de todos os alunos do primeiro ano no trem. Lembrava-se de discutir aquilo com seu irmão. Poderiam ir para a mesma casa que sua irmã, o que seria algo muito legal. Ou poderiam cair na casa de seu pai, a Ravenclaw. Até mesmo a casa de sua mãe não parecia escapar dos planos. Eles só concordaram que talvez não caíssem na Hufflepuff, por não terem nenhum tipo de ligação com a casa. Porém, logo em seguida refutaram a ideia, pois seria uma grande aventura caso caíssem nela, pois poderiam descobrir todos os seus segredos.

Seu irmão foi então selecionado para a Gryffindor. Pode ver como Molly estava feliz por ele, e o mesmo batia palmas extremamente fortes. Então seu nome foi chamado. Ele queria poder orgulhar seus irmãos. Os passos foram extremamente pesados até a pequena banqueta. Dentro da sua mente pode ouvir o Chapéu conversando com ele. Ele estava com medo, mas sabia que não deveria deixar o objeto falando sozinho. O Chapéu poderia ver o quanto ele apreciava os estudos, e a calmaria. Que deveria abraçar a ideia da Ravenclaw assim como seu pai, mas o Chapéu também pode ver em seu coração que separá-lo de seus irmãos o machucaria de uma maneira inimaginável. Então, o Chapéu sem dúvidas gritou Gryffindor. E o que pareceram horas para ele foram questões de segundos até ver todos os rostos ao seu redor animados e orgulhosos. Quase tropeçou no banco de tão nervoso que havia ficado. Ao chegar na mesa sua irmã estava ansiosa querendo saber o que ele havia respondido ao Chapéu e tudo que ele conseguiu dizer foi que o Chapéu Seletor estava impressionado que diferente de seu irmão ele tinha alguma coisa em sua cabeça.

Estar em Hogwarts, e estar na Gryffindor não poderia ter sido uma melhor experiência para o garoto. A lealdade e o senso de aventura de seus colegas sempre o impressionavam. Mesmo após a formatura de sua irmã, ele encontrara várias pessoas para passar seu tempo. Aquilo fizera muito bem para o garoto. Foi assim que os irmãos foram começando a se tornar mais independentes um do outro. Cada um tinha suas preferências e até mesmo diferentes atividades. Um único amor que compartilhavam era Runas Antigas, e isso era muito engraçado entre eles. Sempre esperavam aquele tipo de matéria ser algo do tipo que Gideon faria, e não seu irmão. O mesmo tipo de surpresa quando descobriram que mesmo sendo poucas as vezes que Gideon e Fabian realmente brigavam, Fabian nunca conseguiu derrotar o irmão. Isso ficou bem claro durante os anos no Clube de Duelos. Mesmo que Gideon sempre fosse do tipo que procurava a diplomacia em suas ações existiram as vezes em que o mesmo deixou seu lado racional de lado, e usou seus punhos. Gideon conseguia ser bem assustador em uma briga, mas eram raros momentos como aquele. O conforto em se estar com amigos, e estar protegido em Hogwarts nunca deu muita abertura para que Gideon não precisasse se preocupar com o futuro até seus últimos anos em Hogwarts.

Personalidade Por mais que muitos não acreditem o fato de nunca estar sozinho moldou a personalidade de Gideon. Ele não era o irmão mais velho, pois Molly sempre assumiu esse papel de maneira exemplar. Porém, ele sempre possuiu um grande sentimento de responsabilidade em relação a seu irmão gêmeo Fabian. Gideon nunca quis dar trabalho a ninguém, e sabia que desde pequeno o lugar para as travessuras e brincadeiras entre os irmãos Prewett já estava ocupado. Para ele então servia o cargo de proteção. Até mesmo de assumir a culpa quando não havia feito nada, e acabar brigando com seu irmão por conta daquilo. Por terem essa conexão tão forte aquilo foi se projetando para boa parte de todas as relações do Prewett.

Ele sempre foi um amigo responsável, e dedicado. Que dificilmente conseguiria dizer não para as pessoas mais próximas a ele. Não conseguia ver injustiças, e sabia muito bem que enquanto seu irmão escolhia o caminho da ação, ele escolheria o da razão. Nem todas as brigas se resolvem com varinhas, e punhos. Por ser uma das únicas pessoas que conseguia controlar pessoas tão selvagens como seu irmão, seu papel na Gryffindor era bastante único. Sendo uma casa de pessoas esquentadas não foram poucas as vezes que fora chamado para separar brigas ou ser mediador de conflitos. Gideon sem\o racional, mas até mesmo ele não consegue dizer não para seus colegas. Ele tem também a tendência de ser alguém bastante maleável não conseguindo negar pedidos, e sempre fazendo tudo com o maior carinho e dedicação possível.

Uma coisa que o homem sempre achou que faltava em si era um fator extraordinário. Ele sempre deixou que as pessoas tomassem as ações por ele, e aceitava o que viesse junto. Uma das coisas que mais fazia com que seu irmão discutisse com ele. Ele sabia que isso era algo dele, e muitas vezes ele até agia desse modo como maneira de segurança. Entre seus colegas por mais que seja considerado a voz da razão, Gideon gosta muito de estudar e pesquisar para complementar suas decisões.