#blazkowicztm

[reverxnce]

@blazkowicztm liked for a starter ~ !

“Oh my God, I am so sorry-!” Ezekiel had whipped around to face the man who now, thanks to him, appeared to be drenched in what he assumed to be a pint of ale, or something of the like. This had happened after being unexpectedly accosted by a very inebriated and particularly touchy-feely stranger, resulting in Ezekiel taking an urgent step back and ramming his elbow presumably into an at least half-full flagon. And this poor gentleman had apparently been right in the firing line...

Ugh - He already felt awkward enough in crowded places likes these - it was bloody sod’s law that he should do something stupid and completely show himself up!

Suddenly feeling people’s eyes on him, he offered out a handkerchief with one hand while fumbling in his pockets for money with the other.

“I do apologise, sir, I’ll buy you another one straight way!”

[expvrgction]

@blazkowicztm​ asked: ❛ that’s how you want me, isn’t it? desperate, jealous, and willing to kill for you. ❜ (bj for davoooooth :') )

Source!

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“Bold words for someone who calls me a *lobster*; And also within striking range.” Okay, what was that? Davoth was bad at reading certain social cues, but refused to admit it.

“I’m afraid your luck will run out before you can even push it, my boy. Just look at the man I’m holding hostage in case you ask.” And he looked about ready to charge at the mortal with his shield active. Better read that attack cue, Blazkowicz.

[altsmultimuse]

Closed starter for @blazkowicztm​ .

     "Reporting for duty, I guess."      Before him the Captain would find a lanky, disenfranchised young adult. He is dressed too casually to be considered an agent or soldier. Once he and Ike were discovered as freaks of nature — completely Luke's fault, god fucking damn it — life immediately spiralled into WAR this and WEAPON that. It seems that really is all he's meant for. Under the thumb of zealots or the United States government, Lucian Blake is nothing but a tool for exploitation. He is so pissed that he almost... isn't anymore. What's the point?      All moping aside, holy shit this Blazkowhatever guy is GIGANTIC. Luke is already kind of short and he actually has to look up to meet his eyes.

[through-worlds-and-time]

“I want Davoth to show his face, reach out his hand, and speak to me.”

"So persistent on seeing me you are, my my."

He'd manifest from the shadows without warning, in a flurry of wispy darkness and smouldering embers. Burning red eyes leering directly into the other man's, a sly smirk on his face as he lunged forward mid-manifestation. A pair of hands, not human but scaly and draconic, reaching out - clasping tightly onto Blazkowicz' own, the talons digging painfully into skin and most certainly drawing blood.

"How does the saying go? Curiosity killed the cat?"

[recklessinventor]

"So, kid," Blazko mused, fiddling with the strange contraption Jeff had offered the man out of time try out, "Mind tellin' me how this here do-hickey works?"

Unprompted Asks - Always Accepting!

"Hm?"

Jeff looks up from his newest project to take a look at what Blazko was looking over, and when he sees it's still the invention he had offered to let him try out, offers a small, shy smile before standing up from his workspace on the floor and dusting himself off.

"Oh, I thought you'd find it useful! It's a chemical formula I came up with myself, in a handy aerosol can." It was also littered with other electronic bits as the result of Jeff's tinkering, making the original aerosol can mostly hidden under all the blinking lights and displays.

"I call it the defense spray! If you apply it to yourself, attacks won't hit as hard. I thought you'd be able to use it to protect yourself if you'd like to have it.

“Or I have-” He holds up his newest project, “this grenade launcher, too.”

[the-wild-card-hand]

MEDIC for Lucas

Being part of a team with the Infamous BJ Blazkowicz was a thing that he never saw coming. If you were to tell him he was about to storm a Nazi stronghold with the man the Nazis feared he wouldn't believe you- The call for a medic came out and Lucas was sent into a full sprint with the medic bag. "Alright, mate. Who got hit?!" Lucas Riggs asked as he dropped to the ground to avoid the incoming fire

[slayers-testament]

Starter - @blazkowicztm​

Well... this was an interesting situation. The man before him was human for sure, but that wasn’t what bothered him. The big thing for the Slayer was that he was almost positive that he’d seen this man somewhere before, but placing him was a bit difficult.

The armored man simply stares down the other Blazkowicz, Combat Shotgun in hand. He wasn’t sure what would happen, or if this man would view him as a threat, but it wasn’t in the Slayer’s nature to attack a human unprovoked.

[reverxnce]

|| Continued || 

@blazkowicztm

B.J. hoisted Ezekiel off the tavern floor and brushed any dust and dirt from his clothing.

"Woah there, Reverend. Awful happy to see me, ain't'cha?"

Would you look at his cheeks? They're about as red as goddamn roses. Who knew a priest could drink so much? Who knew a priest was even allowed to drink? B.J. wanted to touch those cheeks, hold them gently and feel their warmth, but he didn't. He gave the Reverend a pat on the shoulder.

"How 'bout you take yourself a seat and have some water?"

An unhappy groan sounded from the Reverend as he had to be practically scraped off the floor, swaying on his feet as William brushed him down. 

“SsshhhhhhHUT IT-!!” He said suddenly, looking as if he were getting ready to square up to his friend. Of course, given the height difference, it looked quite comical. That paired with the fact that Ezekiel was practically cross-eyed at the moment...

“I’m- I’m aLWAYS happy toseeyouu - don’t. tell. me. I’m. not.” A clumsy, accusatory poke to B.J’s shoulder with each passing word. Although this very odd pick at a fight was then followed up by the contrasting gesture of grabbing William tenderly by the hand, attempting to pull him away, although exerting little to no force.

“C’monC’mon, let’s getaDRINK - !” He tugged at William’s hand like an excited child to that of his mother, before being interrupted by a sudden, violent hiccup. Ezekiel then tripped on his own feet, falling forwards onto William, the mishap followed by a loud and utterly miserable whine.

“Oh GOD, I feel terribleee...!!”