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@angelusnuntius replied to your post: things ana probably does: use english phrases...

〝Amari, please stop. I’m begging you.〞

“what was the term? Break a leg, Gabriel.”

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OLIVIA is on top of the other kid, swinging, hurling insults. It seemed that at some point it had been a close fight. She’s got an injury on her cheek that looks as though it will bruise, one of her sleeves are even torn. But she hasn’t let up or given up. She’s just shrieking at him like a tiny banshee, a miniaturized force of nature, up until Reyes lifts her up and off of him by her middle.

Her only reason for the conflict? “He was mean to Riley!”

pick livvy up!! || ACCEPTING.

#angelusnuntius #violence //#ask to tag #u get a baby liv

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He’s losing men. Left and right, they fall to the soundtrack of gunshots, rapid-fire and ceaseless, as if the enemy’s guns never run out of ammo. Jack’s gun, on the other hand -- it’s jammed, the trigger won’t budge, but the safety isn’t on -- He’s completely useless while his friends die, and the screaming doesn’t stop, the gunshots, the sounds of war and the sounds of death. His knees buckle and he can’t find enough strength in his bones to rise, to fight.

In bed, he shakes, trembles and shifts violently enough to shake the thin mattress and cause the metal frame to squeak ( it’s always so annoying to both him and Gabriel when Jack shifts in bed ) but it does not wake him. His body is in a cold sweat, the beads on his bare torso soaking into his thin blanket while his head wets the pillow with both sweat and the tears that spill from closed eyes while his eyelids flutter. He’s lost in his nightmare, stuck reliving painful memories that are worsened by his minds ability to alter whatever it pleases.

Distantly, he feels a weight upon the mattress, but neither that nor the hand upon his shoulder draw him from his slumber. No -- what wakes him, saves him from his own mind is being harshly shaken, a deep, rasping voice calling his name.

Immediately, he’s pushing himself up on one arm, blue eyes terribly unfocused and flitting about the vicinity ( as if he can see much in the dark ) until he blinks a few times and his gaze lands upon a familiar, comforting face. It’s then that he notices his own rapid heartbeat, the horror that pulses through his being. ❝ G... Gabriel, it’s not safe...! ❞ In his mind, he’s still on the battlefield, still at war. He reaches, feels for fabric at his roommate’s chest to grip onto.

#angelusnuntius #⌞ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ⌝ ☼ { v; sep }#my writing gets messy when the muse is Messy #i hope this works?? i'm excited

"Is this you?" ovo

is this you | Accepting

Routine quarters check. He didn’t mind it. He knew cleanlinesshad to be a rule here, and either way, he liked the feeling of a cleanroom. He might have changed things up a bit since the last time, atlast minute. It would explain the stray photo when the Commander setfoot into the room. Salem hadn’t noticed, until it was pointed out. And it’sone of his favorites. A group photo. So many, but he stood between twoat it’s front: Jackal and Kangal. He’s a teenager in this one. He’s still got hislimbs, he’s no cyborg. He seems normal, despite the playfully wicked grinhe’s giving. A bit lanky, wily curled hair that’s gelled back with leather jacketslung over shoulder. If they hadn’t been a gang, they might’ve all seemed likefamily. The picture isn’t too dirty. It’s a polaroid, too.Salem looks up and away from the small book in his hands. Surprised by hisown lack of attention towards the picture. He’s quick to jog over, lean justa bit, and laughs immediately. “Yeah. That’s me. Ah, that day we were all goingto plan a raid, to be honest with you. But somebody happened to have a camera.So, of course, we all just posed.” And like that, he’s a bit homesick. His laughterdips and he tilts his head, smile crooked. “Can’t lie and say I don’t miss them. ButI feel like i’ll live longer here. Just wished my sister could see reason to follow mehere. She’d fit right in. It’s.. lonely, in a family sense.”

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angelusnuntius replied to your post: I hate my boyfriend

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LOOK AT WHAT HE’S DONE

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angelusnuntius replied to your post: a fucking child. a god damn INFANT just goes up to...

goodbye stinky //:

fucc u commander >:/

#angelusnuntius #im haunting ur ass now #get ready for some paranormal activity mf

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[ im crying gato i can never look her in the eyes ever again [

your local gato: here to ruin the meaning of things