❛ —GABRIELLE!

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ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘˑ

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update: i made a gabrielle, @amazcnqueen. give her a follow if you’d be so kind

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part of me wants to make an apollo blog with simon baker as my fc but i already have too many blogs.... but but look at him, he’s so cute and fits perfectly??

 /screams into hands 

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i made a gabrielle, like a schmuck. 

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           ❝     I did try to tell you that Argo doesn’t like that.      ❞   It’s a smug personification of her usual demeanor, peering down at the lithe strawberry blonde planted firmly on her back. Such things happen so quickly, one brush down to an improper saddle placement and all things fell feverishly into chaos. Much to Xena’s amusement, of course.  A hand is offered, fingers callused but warm. There is half a mind to retreat the offer, just to see what the Bard may do, but enough fun had been had at her expense. Gabrielle truly did try incredibly hard, for someone who barely knew how to ride a horse proper near three years ago. 

             ❝      C’mon Gabrielle, I’m sure there are no hard feelings,       ❞ Azure gaze falls to the other blonde in her life, whinny softly. ❝   — Isn’t that right girl ?    ❞

@ourlegends​

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                   BOOK STARTERS [4] ( CLOUD ATLAS ) ( DAVID MITCHELL )

❛ A wise man does not step betwixt the beast and his meat. ❜

❛ So, kill me. Tell the others I attacked you so you killed me. ❜

❛ Should never have come here. ❜

❛ Hard to guess my tastes. ❜

❛ Can’t it wait until the morning? ❜

❛ You’ll find temper tantrums won’t help you here. ❜

❛ It must have taken courage to return. ❜

❛ It all sounds grimly dystopian. ❜

❛ I am not afraid of you! ❜

❛ All this could be avoided! ❜

❛ You consider me a murderer? ❜

❛ Gross way to die. ❜

❛ What sparks wars? The will to power, the backbone of human nature. ❜

❛ My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops? ❜

❛ Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others. ❜

❛ I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I’ll be waiting for you there. ❜

❛ You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn’t mean you’re defective - it just means you’re human. ❜

❛ Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible. ❜

❛ Unlimited power in the hands of limited people always leads to cruelty. ❜

❛ Truth is singular. Its ‘versions’ are mistruths. ❜

❛ Dreams are all I have ever truly owned. ❜

❛ Your version of the truth is the only thing that matters. ❜

❛ I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. ❜

❛ By each crime and every kindness, we birth our future. ❜

❛ The healthy can’t understand the emptied, the broken. ❜

❛ Lying’s wrong, but when the world spins backwards, a small wrong may be a big right. ❜

❛ The weak are meat the strong do eat. ❜

❛ Do whatever you can’t not do. ❜

❛ What precipitates outcomes? Vicious acts & virtuous acts. ❜

❛ I remain thankful to God for all his mercies. ❜

❛ You can maintain power over people, as long as you give them something. Rob a man of everything, and that man will no longer be in your power. ❜

❛ Power. The ability to determine another man’s luck. ❜

❛ Pain is strong, aye - but friends’ eyes, more strong. ❜

❛ Perhaps those deprived of beauty perceive it most instinctively. ❜

❛ Why ask a question whose answer would demand ten more questions? ❜

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              VEXATION floods her, a sinful notion that ebbs and flows like the time lost ‘pon the fields of war. His war, his everything. Once a holy patron, a vessel for will and want, she cradled to every notion beyond his court. She had once longed for the sound of chariot wheels grinding against the dirt, cracking bones of those that lay fallen before -- the stampeding hoof beats and shrill whinny of horses bridled too fiercely. Surrounded by his praise, she was INDOMITABLE, a behemoth queen of battle, and merciless in the face of her enemies ( and everyone was an enemy, everyone deserved to be conquered  ).    He may think her weaker, lesser that she has put down the sword for the sake of his glory, that it has been turned into a vessel of justice and righteousness; Hercules could never completely sell her on the idea, a chaos innate born in her breast and yet she embraces it harder and more feverishly than she ever did the God of War himself. It had been Gabrielle that satiated that urge for eternal peace and the woe that came with it. Yet perhaps there is still an itch, a slithering crawl across her shoulder blades when she senses him; a sensation almost sensual that it beckons even the more daring of disasters forth.  

            She stiffens, sword laying purposefully in the full of a leather clad lap. Stalwart jaw clicks once, nose crinkling and eyes rolling once before speaking to the empty void of the night sky.  

            ❝     I thought I felt sick to my stomach.    ARES,      ❞ an irritated groan passes chapped petals and fingers find the hilt her blade. ❝      -- I’m in no mood to play games with you tonight.      ❞ 

@patronofwar

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like for a starter, iconless, probably

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                         the moment you pick up a sword, you become a TARGET.                           the moment you kill, it changes EVERYTHING. 

                                                        independent xena. 

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guess who’s back

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battlxngbard:

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     ❝Come on Xena, just once. It wouldn’t hurt.❞ Gabrielle skipped alongside the tall warrior, aimlessly twirling the staff in her hands. It was a nice day and all Gabrielle wanted to do was stop for a moment and admire the newly blooming flowers; or maybe write a poem about them. Though it seemed she couldn’t get the stoic warrior to slow down, and despite her desire for a rest, Gabrielle was content to follow Xena anywhere.       ❝If we stop now we could fit in some staff practice before it gets dark.❞ 

     ❛ -- GABRIELLE ,❜ the name falls from her lips as a gentle warning, a chide hiding beneath a typically stern timbre. The warrior spares a side-long glance at her smaller companion, fingers yanking gently against the reigns of her horse. Mulling, she considers stopping for a simple moment, watering Argo, shucking off warm armor in favor of the basic leathers that covered a lean figure -- it’s a nice thought, shoulders rolling at the prospect of picking up the warm sun against them, lungs finally stopping to inhale air barely dusted with murk and pollen. 

      She speaks as if only to remind herself,  ❛ WE’RE ALMOST at the next town,❜ jaw clicking and chest heaving. ❛ But maybe if you’re willing to brush Argo down yourself afterwards, I think we could spare a break.❜  The fairest hint of a smile covers her lips, eying the blonde. Bargaining tended to work; cheaper, in the end, than having some stableboy do the deed. 

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“Xena, what a… surprise. I did not expect to find you here.”

“ Why do I find that hard to believe?” There is little grace to spare to the immortal before her, fingers itching against callused palms. It had been a younger age when she learned not to trust the appearance of gods -- they deigned their whims before others so oft that quarter did not usher itself between those they spoke to. She huffs, rearing soft respect instead of the usual bitterness intoned. “ -- I thought gods were supposed to be omniscient. I’m looking for Ares.”  

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                         the moment you pick up a sword, you become a TARGET.                           the moment you kill, it changes EVERYTHING. 

                                                        independent xena. 

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I have such a weakness for characters who act all stoic and cool but would get so flustered if their partner just kissed them on the cheek

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“ I wouldn’t touch that if I were you. ” A hummed warning by all accounts, deceptive and curious, she raises a speculative brow at the prospect. People were bound to do what they wanted, regardless of heed – she herself could account for all the times such a brazen mistake had been made by her hand alone, but this? Well, one could easily chalk that up to sheer stupidity.