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[blckwtchd]

@cgdbrd      ╱     sc.

      OH ,     GABRIEL ,     YOUR   WINGS   WERE   SO   BEAUTIFUL   BEFORE   YOU   FELL .          raven   black   and   plated   with   rubies   and   gold ,     you   proved   yourself   a   saint ;          above   the   law ,     above   the   government ,     and   protecting   those   from   harm   and   scrutiny   where   others   would   have   turned   their   gaze   away .          and   now   you   stand ,     no   longer   a   commander   but   an   enemy ,     plotting   the   demise   of   those   you   once   protected .          (   OH   HOW   THE   MIGHTY   HAVE   FALLEN   IN   THE   MIDST   OF   BATTLE .   )

      YOU’RE   NO   LONGER   THE   ANGEL   YOU   WERE .

      TEETH   BARED   AND   STARE   COLD ,     THE   REAPER   FEELS   HIS   CLAWS   DIG   INTO   THE   PALMS   OF   HIS   HANDS .          she   is   familiar   but   not   in   the   sense   that   he   recognised   her ;          an   omnic ,     but   at   the   same   time ,     more   intelligent .          not   a   tin   can   like   the   rest .          (   HER   METALLIC   FRAME   SPEAKS   LEVELS .   )          he   grunts   in   realisation .

      “          ATHENA .          i   should   have   known   you   would   get   in   the   way   of   my   mission   here .          ”          bitterness   rises   in   his   throat   and   the   nanites   in   his   bloodstream   grow   restless ,     wisps   of   smoke   leaving   his   frame .          he   is   sure   he’s   right ,      and   if   he   truly   is ,     then   she   would   be   putting   up   quite   a   fight   to   defend   what   he’s   come   here   for .          “          step   aside .          ”

[nctonlyhuman]

starter call. / @cgdbrd

    he watches her, gaze unwavering. a shuriken is spun idly between his fingers, but otherwise, he does not move, almost as if he’s unsure of what to do next. “ i do not know why i bothered trying to hide,  ” he says then, quietly, with a tilt of his head. watching. “ you always were clever. reaper may have failed his mission, but i will not.  ”

[dfist]

( @cgdbrd )

SHE STANDS before him like a vision, like a dream, like the goddess she is. She is so much more beautiful than his memory could capture, and the longer he was away, the hazier that memory grew. It did not do her justice. Nothing ever could. His heart aches with relief and boundless desire, and the king crosses the gap to his waiting queen.

Sweeping her up in his arms, he spins her once, presses a lingering kiss to those perfect lips. It is everything he dreamt of during the month he spent away on business and more. How did he survive without her? ❝ It has been far too long, my love. ❞

[akareyes]

“    are you done. ”

-- @cgdbrd ||  ❤ 

[huckleberrytm-a]

❝  i’m on your side  ❞

soft caring sentence compilation ↪ closed ! ↪ @cgdbrd

soft sigh falls from his lips like a dropping breeze, and the smile that touches his features is small and tired. he’s been a ONE– MAN BAND for such a long time, so long that he often wonders if it’s him against the world. sometimes he needs reminders that it isn’t that way; he has friends and family. he has people who will fight at his back until they DROP and people who will take care of him when he can’t carry on himself. he’s not just any outlaw, some lone VIGILANTE on a justice-driven crusade. he’s JESSE MCCREE.

❛thanks, athena, ❜  jesse speaks softly, exhaustion lining his tone, ❛always been able to count on YOU.❜

[agbaran-blog]

@cgdbrd​ liked for a lyric starter (closed!)

They met late one Friday night. 

A cool blanket of twinkling stars settled over the bustling metropolis. A personal call had been the cover that the pair had agreed upon, but Akande rather left the the Council for anything less than business casual. Athena, too, would likely agree with him. This would prove to be anything but. 

There was no such thing as a personal call in the world of war and strategy.

This was the long game, of course. Nothing would be ignited too quickly, not until the world was prepared to witness the glory that was evolution. Work came first, and work he did.  

“Goddess, glitter and gold,” Akande’s voice was thick with flattery as he rose to greet her. The setting was a small outdoor cafe right along the walkway of London where they could enjoy the act of people-watching. “I trust the day finds you well?”

[autobot-scout-riella]

Trope!!

For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse | Accepting

I Did What I Had To Do

Sometimes a decent person has to do something bad, because it is the only way to prevent something worse from happening. 'I Did What I Had To Do' generally involves an after-the-fact justification for morally questionable actions. The culprit presents this statement when he's confronted with a "What Were You Thinking?" or "What the Hell, Hero?" reaction from someone to whom he owes an explanation.

Riella has been using “I did what I had to do” as an explanation for increasingly morally questionable actions for a very long time, from “strategically adjusting” her information in order to get early upgrades and join the Autobots to killing her closest friend when it looked like they wouldn’t get out of captivity alive and she didn’t want her to suffer. (She did get out alive.) She’s pulled weapons on people who were there to provide a rescue, flexibly reinterpreted or outright ignored large sections of the Autobot Code, and picked fights with people considerably bigger and scarier than she is, all in the name of it being something that has to be done for the Greater Good. (Her definition of the Greater Good is usually “will keep someone I love alive”--it’s a flexible line of reasoning.)

This explanation has never once gotten her off the hook for anything, but she keeps using it. She generally does absolutely believe that what she’s doing has to be done--it’s just that she’s not very good at thinking ahead and her skillsets all revolve around murder, so she’s not awesome at coming up with diplomatic/less-morally-ambiguous solutions.

[pafallende]

❛❛ I made some tea. Now, do you need to talk? Or should I just put on some music? ❜❜ // For Genji!

soft   »   accepting   ➥ @cgdbrd​

     “ i don’t need to TALK. ”

  in actuality it would no doubt benefit him to talk, it’s simply that he doesn’t WANT to. he’s never liked to talk about his issues, the things that sit and stew in his mind— any of it. for one, he doesn’t trust anyone here to be so honest or VULNERABLE with them, and for another…what would the point even be? talking about things doesn’t CHANGE them, doesn’t fix them, and there is NO ONE who would understand the things which weigh so heavily on his shoulders.

realizing, however, that he’s sounded more harsh than he intended to, genji purses his lips. slowly, he pulls the mug of tea toward himself, wrapping both hands around it as though seeking to DRAW the warmth from it, although only one of his hands can actually feel the sensation.

     “ —thank you. ”  he nods to the tea, indicating what the expression of his gratitude is for. he does appreciate everything athena has attempted in an effort to make him feel better, it’s… KIND of her, to say the least. though the cyborg offers no apology for the sharpness of his initial response, his tone of voice has lightened to something much more neutral and even mildly pleasant.  “ i don’t need to talk about what happened today, but i am not opposed to OTHER conversation. ”