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#Reaper76 Valentine’s Day

Gabriel fell into a trap

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Gibraltar: 2044

The Reaper76 marriage comic nobody expected to see from me after 2.5 years. Ah-ah!

I’m sorry I held the idea in my pockets for so long.  Been through a lot these years and this comic risked to never see the light. Thank you @jayla-comics​ for helping defeat my demons and kicking it out of my pc. <3

Happy Valentine’s Day from your Ufficio :’)

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Can’t wait for this big boy to finally have some proper lore-love by mama Blizzard. I’m ready.

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Reblog if you’re a ‘ low maintenance ‘ RP Partner.

( This is typically someone who doesn’t hound their partners for replies and has a relaxed style for conducting their RP blogs ! Feel free to specify what this means to you in particular in the tags ! )

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a blog: *follows me*

me, an aged monarch lounging on my fur-strewn throne, gesturing for my servant to bring me my monacle: Bring them here! Bring them here, I say. Let me look at them.

guards: *drag the unwitting blog before me*

me, peering intently at the new blog and poking them with my scepter: Is this a real person? Hmm? What have you to say for yourself? What are your fandoms? Your interests? Speak up, these old ears aren’t what they used to be.

guards, tentatively: they do seem to be a real person, sire. We found them in possession of several memes and a fandom rant.

me, subsiding back into my sumptuous furs and waving them away: most extraordinary. It has been an age since there was a real person, but just as well, the dungeons have been overflowing with those tacky pornbots. This newcomer may remain in my domain. Make them welcome. And fetch me a quill! I feel a ficlet coming on…

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PSA: I don't care if we start a millon threads with eacthother and not one of them gets done

Its about having fun and growing into your muse and expanding your character. 

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Painting of ghost groom Gabe for a haunted mansion au a while back

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All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don’t you ever tame your demons But always keep them on a leash

something super inspired by @cranitys-art who’s art i just LIVE for (tumblr won’t let me tag them but definitely follow if you love Gabo just cuz like damn 11/10 quality shiiiiiit) 

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the most angstiest dads i’ve ever seen tbh 

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gabi boy….

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tfw the mortifying ordeal of being known has a pretty smile

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“ ... You got closer this time.” He steps over to look at their tallies. Laying out the comparison on the projector. He taps a few of the target images and pulls them up and leans back pointing,” See here. This cluster at the kidney level. Plus you tore up their lungs for sure kid.” Blowing up a couple before he pulls up her shots a few days ago,” Check it out.” Overlapping and showing where her hits were getting even closer in the minute mark. “ I’d say you’ve earned the right to pick dinner. My treat. Just make sure its good. Jesse always wants apple pie dammit. And its always the cheap shit.” A fond eye roll, snorting quietly as he banishes the images and starts to disassemble his weapon to clean it. Laying the pieces out on his mat as he groans. Rolling his shoulders,” Glad I didn’t pick the shot guns today though. Ooph never get fucking old Ashe.”

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“ As always.”

Gabriel muses over his twin shotguns. Their familiar weight and the great dragons roar of their blast. Their strength and power- He disregards them. He does not have the mind to handle the pain of the recoil tonight. Instead he selects an aggressively efficient looking Sig Sauer M18 from its padded wood case with a fond flicker in his eyes. Checking its loaded mag and taking the two others out of the case. Fingers flicking over it, checking the slide and grip and the sights before he collects his gun care kit. Then he saunters to the table nearest the lockers after locking up. Unrolling his mat and laying everything out. Then he taps on the wall to lock the range to just them. No interruptions tonight. Activating the sound barriers on the entry and exit points. Humming as he debates over the various hologram options. Smiling as he picks a ‘joke’ option. The old western style saloon perfect for a friendly competition with its various hiding places and shadowy edges. He splits open his pistol and begins to clean it out of habit,” One minute. Most points wins. Headshots and heart shots as always give the most points with added points for creativity. Perfect Kidney and/or Eye shots tonight are the wild card points.” Smile amused as he begins to assemble it again once he’s sure its field ready. A matter of seconds really it feels like to disassemble and reassemble. Ah he loved the old fashion Sig. He should start carrying it on his thigh holster really. It or his Colt. A thought for another time. Slapping a mag into the butt,” So. Sound fair?”

Ashe had always been an excellent shot. Excelled at almost the same rate as Cassidy, they were  deadly force when they were together. The cowboys  moved in  a sync that was only after years of problem solving and training. But she had yet to outshoot Reyes and the colt. It always confused her why he didn’t use precision weapons more often. The shotguns were effective, but not deadly at a distance. They left him  a weakness. But he didn’t. He didn’t need to. He beat her with that colt every time. She lowered her weapon after the clock dinged to let them know the minute was up and Ashe exhale a breath that she had almost been holding the entire time. Standing up a little straighter, rolling her shoulders to get the kinks out of it. She let the viper sit against the wall as she boosted herself over to count their tallies. A soft exhale leaving her lips. “Guess you won again.” she muttered with  a defeated sigh, “Winner gets to pick dinner.”

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“ Moira is already doing what she can. This-” He gestures as he lobs his latest rag into the red plastic bag. Exhaling and there’s a burbling noise to it, like water in a filter. The great chest heaves a few times, the edges of the suggestion of the cough before it passes before the cough really takes form. He inhales and holds it for a moment. Letting his mind re-route itself. Exhales. “ This is just a bad day. Shoulda seen me right after the war ended kid.” He twists the mug in his palms and sips a little more. Let’s himself stare into the liquid as he considers his fate in the drips and drabs. Wasn’t that a form of fortune reading right? The tea leaves in your cup and the remains of the tea itself? He looks up at her. Something in his expression softening,” They didn’t just make us, they had to un-make us first... It was hell. But I did it so someone else didn’t have to. That’s what you sign up for.”

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“ Doc Z can’t do anything…” He sips at the toddy. Savoring the warmth on his tongue even if he can’t quite feel it between his palms. The little heat is better than none. Then he laughs weak and rasping,” Because its in my DNA Ashe. Always read the fine print, because being a super human soldier? Fucking sucks.” Maybe a bit of honey would make the sweetness go down? Hah. Since when did he get anything sweet really?

The Toddy makes him feel cared about, in Ashe’s own round about slightly biting way. She’s a beauty, but she wants the whole world to know she’s tough enough to survive instead of admire her for her money or looks. He can respect that, has respected that since he found out Deadlock was founded by a pair of teenagers with more guts and brains then most basic military outfits. The whiskey at least causes a tiny bite. He can’t get drunk but its a nice gesture.

Ashe’s gaze narrowed at him, toward the way his chest rose and fell when he rasped. Looking for anything familiar, any piece of a puzzle that he didn’t want to tell her. She didn’t even know if she should sit here. Instinct told her to leave, he was sick, he didn’t need someone giving him more of a headache. And why? He’s your boss. Not your-

“I heard they made soldiers for the war,

                                but  I didn’t think they meant literally.”

Clearly it made more sense now. A literal one. Gabe suffering some long term effects to DNA? Genetics? “Moira?” she offered witha wrinkle of her nose. It wasn’t just Moira’s fault that Ashe and she butted heads/ Ashe had a hard time connecting with people. Moira and Ashe pushed one another’s buttons. But a geneticist would know.

 “Or you just gonna sit there and be miserable?”