#reapsouls

[merrceus-a-blog1]

yeesh fine i get it you want your last name to be first ok i can deal !! ebony dark'ness dementia raven way ziegler-reyes it is //:

                    ❝ ———— do you ever quit? ❞

[omnicmcnk-blog]

nuitveuve replied to your post:EAT MY BALLS

Give him balls in return.

He will absolutely eat these balls

[omnicmcnk-blog]

EAT MY BALLS

❝Do you even possess such thingsstill?❞ 

[vauquero-blog]

💓 !

SEND  💓  FOR KISS ;-)   | accepting

calloused fingers find their way beneath the clasps of the mask, hesitant and careful.  mccree is just waiting for a negative response; a clawed hand digging cat’s fingernails into his shoulder.  a guttural growl or the suffocating dissoluteness of a solid figure floating into black smoke.  but he gets nothing from reyes. correction: nothing from reaper.  a copperhead leaves a venomous taste in his stomach, biting at the lines of coherency and dissolving them down into blurry things.  the former smuggler isn’t sure about this.  isn’t sure what his once-mentor has become, if there’s a reason why he’s only replied with one-word responses and cryptic, owl-like head tilts; but what he does know is that things would be pleasant, if they retained even the slightest shred of the past.  the ivory mask lifts, eyes not exposed yet but the mouth notably sewn into a thin line of neutrality.

mccree stands up a little taller, thumb taking light hold of the hollow between reaper’s neck and shoulders. he notes the newly formed scars, the inhumane parts of it and the similarities of before.  he’s recognises the familiar lines stretching across his cheek, stopping just below the end of his nose.  before he can speculate anything else, before he can look hard at the differences and find that things have been mutilated beyond sameness, his lips meet the other’s.  warm pressed against something colder, greyer; something that was still gabriel reyes, though he’s not sure if the same applied to the rest.  it only lasts a moment before he’s pulling himself away, taking two steps back. mccree scratches at his neck with the back of his wrists, voice going serious and eyes staring, waiting for a reason to look accusative and also not.

                                  ❛   you better not fuck anything up. ❜  

[merrceus-a-blog1]

reapsouls: is this crack or is this ic we'll never actually know

oh shit. u rite.

[augmentiid-a-blog]

❝ this is gonna hurt. ❞

hit me up!! .. ( meme )

kicker groaned and grunted, hands scrabbling at the one locked around her throat. whoever this REAPER was, he was strong—impossibly so. not just anyone could hoist her weight up with ONE ARM.

❝ nnnh—already… hurts—hnnk!! ❞ the tightening grip cut her off, igniting her FIGHT response. lips curled beneath her helmet in a snarl.

fine. if he was going to force her to fight, she’d fight.

brunt of her weight taken on his hand, kicker kicked both legs up and lashed out for his abdomen, claws curled inward so the knuckles would hit him. she wasn’t fighting to KILL. not yet.

[ccrruption-blog]

REAPER GABRIEL liked ✗ for a starter.

     — having just finished the task of putting the groceries away ( that was the easy part; jack only made one trip with all the bags, because he was too stubborn lazy to make a second ) the blonde wandered from the kitchen, spying his partner -- boyfriend? they were both far too bull-headed for that word, anyway -- seated on the couch, back facing him. a small hum, and jack was bent over the back of the couch, teeth biting into the shell of gabe’s ear.

     “ hey. ” the word seemed so casual ( purred hotly into the other man's ear ) especially as jack crawled up over the back of the couch only to collapse along the other’s lap; his version of hey babe, i’m home, stop what you’re doing because it’s time to pay attention to me now instead. sitting on his lap, both arms wrapped around his neck, nosing at his cheek almost playfully before straight up licking him with the broad of his warm, wet tongue.

      “ miss me?~ “

@reapsouls

[harbingered-blog]

                 PERHAPS IT’S ONLY NATURAL THAT HE’S DRAWN TO THE OTHER, HE REASONS WITH HIMSELF.  he doesn’t particularly enjoy the trails of carnage he leaves in his wake, nor the stench of blood that rolls off of him in waves ( imagine that: a very real reaper with no inclination to reap! ), but given what he is, he gravitates towards it all the same. and if the other minds this company terribly, well ... he hasn’t made it a point to shoo him away just yet. it's the reason ryoji remains at his heels, then at his side, matching his strides without effort.   “  ----- where are you headed this time? “ // @reapsouls!