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[fractempyreal]

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                        ❛    If   you’re   looking   for   Grimmjow    ,      HE   ISN’T   HERE    .    ❜

                @baiihu

[amplifying-archived]

alt ! — @baiihu​

Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

                Buck -- original character -- The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Riften’s alleyways, once quaint and orderly, had descended into something which evoked the rawest sense of fright in man – something that sent your heart into a frenzy, something that widened your pupils as sweat slicked your underarms and palms, malodourous air caught thick in your lungs…

And, of course, Buck loved every bit of it.

It had been some years since the brutal murder of the Mara priestess. Some years since his subsequent incarceration and, once the initial waves of horror had retreated, leaving but hollow grief and uncertainty in the hearts of many, his eventual release.

Occasionally, people still talked about the incident, insisting friends and loved ones shy away from the alleys and instead tread the main streets. Occasionally, people still pointed to the exact alley in which it happened; her cold, lifeless body left without a head, how the foul being that had done it proceeded to scoop out the bloody, sloppy innards and use her head as a hand puppet.

A big, wicked smile lifted Buck’s lips whenever such comments graced his ears.

Ah, Riften. They’d been shaken to the core yet here he was, still walking their streets (or more specifically, their alleyways), eating their food, drinking their water…

“Excuse me.”

Buck twisted his head towards the sound. Empty, eyeless sockets ‘peered’ at the stranger. 

“You’re, um, in the way.”

His smile broadened.

[soldierwatch]

❝      Commander. Why do you put yourself though this ? This job does not fit you.     ❞ / | me vc: what if genji constantly bothers jack- // @baiihu

HEAVY IS THE HEAD--- stiff spine STRAIGHTENS , head raising to look upon the cyborg as he’s addressed , jack finding himself met with a statement of SENTIMENT SHARED---

               a comment for which pierces derogation through his chest .

IF ASKED , he’d state the position of STRIKE COMMANDER should have gone to REYES - the older soldier more of a LEADER , one that jack could only STRIVE to follow--- ...but he knows the reasons , has heard them before : gabriel reyes had done what was needed to defeat the enemy , jack morrison had done what was needed to protect the people .

                                                                           “ is it that obvious ?”

upon EXHAUSTED features stretches a small SMILE , his heart SINKING despite the expression worn ;

---while the title & rank carries HEAVY WEIGHT , it’s a mantle that jack can only endeavor to LIVE UP TO - they CHOSE HIM , weighing their options & deciding him their BEST BET---& he intends to PROVE himself worthy - to the UN , & to himself .                                                         a SOLDIER , & his sense of DUTY outweighs his APPREHENSION .

[muretoflores]

au starter for @baiihu (hope u like it!)

“Hey, watch where you put those boxes! They are marked delicate for a reason.”

A sigh pushes past his lips as Gabriel PINCHES the bridge of his nose. He had been overseeing and stressing over this move ALL morning and he was not in the mood for someone to break his things. The circumstances in which he was moving under WEREN’T ideal either, torn from his comfortable apartment and FORCED to move in with fellow Blackwatch operative Genji Shimada. Not that Genji was an UNPLEASANT person to be around, he was QUIETER than the others usually, which Gabe appreciated, but the ICING on the cake was that for this undercover mission they were being forced into they had to pretend to be married.

Married! When Reyes had ORIGINALLY got the debriefing he had argued against it. WHY send the commander on such an extended mission like this? The omnic group there were sent to infiltrate was HIGHLY secretive and wily, he had been told, getting in likely would be NO easy or quick task. Their PROLONGED presence would not go unnoticed so… a FRESH couple of newlyweds starting their lives together would attract a lot LESS attention than anything else otherwise. BORING and mundane, no one would scrutiny them too closely.

It made SENSE, it really did, that didn’t mean Reyes had to like it. 

Exhaling ANOTHER sigh, he turned away, eyes of DARK caramel searching the front lawn and street for any sign of his ‘husband’. They hadn’t arrived together BUT Genji was supposed to be arriving shortly. Hopefully, when he got there he would lend a helping hand, Gabe was THIS close to snapping from the SHEER tension that came with moving alone.

[illusionage]

@baiihu liked for a starter!

     “ wow, that's quite the predemis-pruh-preh... “ mirage trails off, expression knotting. “ predicam-uh... it's a bad situation for you. “ and he’s not exactly sure how genji got in this situation. he shifts his weight from his right foot to his left, leaning back to admire - well, not really admire - genji, caught in a tangle. “you want some help? “ 

[muretoflores]

holding reyes' mask within one of his hands as the other trails the contours of his face, his lips; enamored by the beauty. " aishiteru, mi amor. " whispered just before scarred lips press against the other's, if his heart could pour into the kiss it would've.

@baiihu

electricity BOLTS across dead skin as genji’s fingers brush along it; little wisps of smoke CURLING around his appendages. Oh how this man makes him feel ALIVE whenever he is near; after CHOKING on death for so long it is quite nice. The words spoken bring a SMILE to his lips and gloved hands soon settle low upon the other’s hips. tugging him closer, holding his WARM body close to his own as he poured all that he had into the kiss. “ Te quiero con toda mi alma.” is whispered against scarred lips without breaking the kiss. time often BLURRED together for him these days but it was MOMENTS like this he wished he could capture forever.

[amplifying-archived]

genji: is nice but in a slightly off way which reminds baptiste of mauga baptiste: soul.exe has stopped working.

[illusionage]

dips him & smooches the fuck out of him

     mirage doesn’t do well with surprises. nope, never has, never will. call it an ingrained reaction after his brothers slapping a pie of shaving cream into his face one too many times. so, when he finds himself dipped ( a good dip, too. props to genji! ), mirage yelps like a little boy, letting out an embarrassing squeak that he’s sure to deny later. his fingers scrabble at genji’s plating, trying to find some semblance of stability so he doesn’t, y’know, crack his head open on the floor.

     he squeezes tight, as if that’s going to save him, and genji grins down at him, scarred lips crinkling into something kind, before swooping in to... ooookay. okay. whenever he’s done with that, he’s still grinning with something mischievous, and mirage clears his throat. tries to speak. clears his throat again, then finally manages to get something out through his own smile on his face. 

     “ y’know, you’re really starting to add definition to the entire ‘sweeping someone off their feet’! no complaints, though, “ something coy flutters over his gaze. “ you wanna try it a couple more times to make sure you’ve got the dip move down? i’m the perfect guy for that sorta stuff. “