#Alex Lannon

[charming-celestial]

Syfy Dominion season 1 gag reel 💖

(Chris Egan giggling nonstop while Tom Wisdom whips him is ridiculously funny 😭)

[boatemlag]

We want love, warm and forever. We want to die in the presence of our loved ones.

[archangeltwins]

[eretriahs]

the corps was the only family that you had. I couldn’t let you lose that because of me. so I told finch that I’d end it. and I did.

you thought the corps was more important to me than you?

[mvgaea]

Lannon Gets His Dharma (Excerpt from my Compiaverse RP)

[Here is an excerpt from my Compiaverse RP.  This is where the Chosen One Sergeant Alex Lannon gains his Celestial Armor (known as Dharma) for the first time under the guidance of the Archangel Gabriel (Present Time), as well as Michael and Lucifel, and the Metatron Enoch.]

(Lannon and Gabriel go over to the Training Grounds. There, Enoch, Michael, and Lucifel were waiting for them.)

Lannon: (Surprised to see the two other archangels and the Metatron there.) Wait...why are you three here?

Michael: We are are here to determine if you are ready for your next phase in your training.

Enoch: Also to offer any assistance, if necessary.

Lucifel: (Smirks) Me, I am just here to watch the show.

(Enoch then elbows Lucifel.)

Lucifel: (Gazing at Enoch) What? I am being serious!

(Enoch just shakes his head,)

(Gabriel then turns to face Lannon.)

Gabriel: Alex, I want you to take out your Armor Token and hold it up.

(Lannon takes the metallic feather out of his pocket and hold it up.)

Lannon: Okay. Now what? What is this supposed to be?

Michael: It is what we called the Dharma: the Sacred Armor of the Celestials.

Lannon: Sacred...armor?

(Gabriel then pulls out a similar metallic feather out of his own jacket pocket.)

Gabriel: Let me demonstrate for you. (He holds up the feather, closes his eyes, then snaps it. Once he does, his body is enveloped in a bluish light, and his clothing morphs into azure colored armor, complete with a full helmet. His black wings then materialized. Afterward his transformation completed, Gabriel raises the visor of his helmet and gazes at the soldier.)

Gabriel: Now, it is your turn.

Lannon: (Holding up the metallic feather) So I just hold this thing up and concentrate?

Gabriel: You also need to snap it to activate its power.

Lannon: All right. (Takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He then snaps the token. After he does, he can feel his body being enveloped by a golden light. When he opened his eyes again, he noticed he had golden winged armguards on his arms, golden leg guards on his legs, as well as a golden breast plate with a winged motif.)

Lucifel: (Nods in approval) Hmm...not bad. Of course, you can adjust the armor your preference and how you see f-

(Suddenly, Lannon started to have a hard time breathing. He suddenly collapsed onto his knees.)

Gabriel: I was afraid of this...

Enoch: Alex, I can- (He was go help him, Michael stopped him.)

Michael: (To Enoch) No...he needs to learn himself...

(Sgt. Lannon tried to catch his breath, but finding it difficult to do so. It felt like something was crushing his chest.)

Lannon: This...is...too...heavy....(Gazing up at Gabriel, who had knelt beside him.) What is happening...to me?

Gabriel: It is your spirit....it is found wanting. Our armor isn't just armor...it is made of our spirit...our will...our convictions and beliefs. If there are any fears, doubts, or despair in our hearts...it will fail us. Weigh us down. (Tilting his head as his eyes glowed blue.) Tell me, Saviour...why is it that you fight?

Lannon: (Confused) W-what?

Gabriel: Answer me, Alex. What is the reason why you joined the CFT? To protect this universe? Hell, why did you join the Archangel Corps and fight to protect Vega?

Lannon: (Biting his lip as he clutches his chest, which felt like it was on fire) Because I am the Saviour, and Michael said-

Gabriel: (Shouts at Lannon) NO! (Leaning forward and speaks to the young man in almost a whispering tone.) Why is it that YOU fight? (edited)

(Gabriel then stands up and walks around Lannon.) Gabriel: It doesn't matter who told you that "this is what you are supposed to do". It doesn't matter if this is "destiny". What DOES matter is what is it that YOU want. Find that REASON. Find that PURPOSE. Turn that into CONVICTION. Turn that into ARMOR that will protect against those who will seek to do YOU and your brothers and sisters in arms harm.

Lannon: Find....a...reason...(Closes his eyes) Claire...

(The burning sensation and the pain in his body then stopped. He then felt the armor starting to feel lighter. He rose back onto his feet as a gold helmet appeared on his head.)

(Both Enoch, Gabriel and Michael stood in awe as Lucifel clapped.)

Lucifel: Bravo, Chosen One. (His arch then appeared in his hand as he grinned widely.) Now face me.

Lannon: (Popping up his visor) Face you? (Turns towards Gabriel) But you didn't mention that-

(Lucifel then swung his weapon at the soldier, who immediately jumped back.)

Michael: (To Lannon) Didn't I always tell you to be prepared for anything, Alex?

(Lannon, drew his sacred blade and guarded against Lucifel's strike.)

Lannon: Yeah, but that was back at home, not here! (He then countered with a thrust forward, which Lucifel sidestepped.)

Lucifel: Quit your whining, boy. (Aiming his blade towards Alex's sword arm.) Show me your full potential.

(Lannon guarded the dark archangel's attack with his armguard, and counterstriked with his blade, nicking Lucifel's face.)

Lucifel: (Wipes the blood off his cheek) Hmm...not bad. (He then attacked with a series of slashes and thrusts. )

Lannon: (Struggling to guard against Lucifel's attacks.) He's....he's too fast! (He then notices his armor starting to fall apart.)

Gabriel: (Telepathically) Alex...remember, your belief is what powers your armor. Use its power to strengthen you...to boost your speed...to help you find a weakness in his attacks and find an opening.

Lannon: (Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes) Okay...dharma...guide me with what I need to do to defeat my opponent...(He then noticed the air around him started to feel quite different. As he opened his eyes, he noticed his armor, or more like his whole body starting to glow. Not only that, it seemed like time had started to slow down around him. His body then seemed to have began to move on it's own as he was able to parry each of Lucifel's attacks. He then finally found the opportunity to knock him down onto his back.)

Lannon: (Pointing the tip of his blade at Lucifel's chest.) I got you.

Lucifel: (Grinning) So you have.

(Lannon then sheathed his blade as Lucifel got back onto his feet and straightened out his jacket.)

Lucifel: (Looking at both Gabriel and Michael) I must say...you two have done a great job with this boy. (Gazes at Enoch) I told you there was nothing really to worry about.

Lannon: (Turns to Gabriel) So...is that it? Or is there any more?

Gabriel: That is it for now. (Turns to Michael) Care to add anything? He is your protégé, after all.

Michael: (Shaking his head as he turns to Lannon) You done well...although you still have a bit to go before you prove worthy to wear the Gide Mode. Just remember what Gabriel had said to you.

(Lannon bowed to both Michael and Gabriel.)

Lannon: I should keep it in mind. (The armor then vanished as his clothing reverted to its normal state.)

[charming-celestial]

Uriel ships them and I love it 👀😂

Keep the painting. There’s something else I want.

[charming-celestial]

Oldies but goodies 🥹💕🥰

(Sadly deleted posts from Shivani’s instagram)

[boatemlag]

This morning your body was familiar. You are standing under the shower head, surrounded by familiar people, familiar smells, familiar hands and arms and legs. The hot water sears your skin. Your father’s markings on your skin, etched in. You do not know the pain of tattooing but you are trying to sear it in nonetheless. Hot water searing your skin.

Hours ago your father died in your arms. The blood will not leave your hands no matter how hot the water. The markings won’t either, but you would never kid yourself about those.

You remember Noma told you, sitting in the barracks, that tattoos are the body’s way of giving up on expelling toxins. Something about being unable to break down the ink. You think about your father’s blood on your hands. The soap stings where Michael whipped you, and it’s all you can do to focus on that.

He appeared and disappeared all so quickly; typical. Leaving you with a photo of your dead mother and and a body that isn’t yours. The markings snake up and around you, hugging you as if to say, you are your father’s legacy, you are your father’s son. You never knew your father to be kind. It makes sense he would leave you with a legacy like his own. Again, you consider leaving town, leaving everything behind. A pilgrimage to death. An abandonment. Your father’s markings on your skin.

Only you can see the movement of the markings. A blessing, the archangel had said. It’s our hope. You wonder if your father ever saw them move. You wonder what your father saw in you. You wonder what the desert is like after three days, no water. You wonder what messages from God are like, if he were around anymore. You wonder what your father’s favorite color was. You wonder if the tattoos hurt. Yours don’t. You turn up the heat again.

[archangeltwins]

[charming-celestial]

This scene was becoming SO sweet and tender, until…😭 Anyway, I’m gonna pretend THAT didn’t happen, and just think about how Michael looks ridiculously pretty with tears in his eyes.

[mvgaea]

Alex Lannon as the Yellow Paladin

[archangeltwins]

[archangeltwins]

Clad in his Archangel Corps uniform, Alex staggered to his feet, blood trickling from a wound to his temple, and gripping one of Michael's swords loosely. "That all you got, Archangel?" He goaded, fury in his eyes, and in his voice. Those eyes, once soft and full of warmth, were now hard as stone.

Gabriel's own narrowed much like a predator, with teeth bared in a smug grin. He gave a twirl of his longsword in an intimidating gesture, dark droplets falling from the blade.

"I can still best you, Chosen One," he growled out, a cut stretching across battered armor. A hand placed over, and then it was gone in a blink. "Even inside your mind." "I'd like to see you try, fuckface!"

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from here ⚔️

"Then why am I not comforted by the thought?" It was risky, Michael knew that much. He hasn't known Alex long enough to feel comfortable about him taking charge.

"You'll die, you know. I don't hold back."

❝ Because maybe you've suppressed your emotions and shoved 'em into a figurative 'do not open' box? But hey, what do I know about that wildly incomprehensible celestial mind of yours? ❞ Head tilts. Lopsided grin, playful. Blues bright and energetic.

Fingers run length of sword blade. Staring at the tip. How sharp, how deadly. As was the angel before him. A chuckle to himself, soft, throaty.

A shift in step. Heads to the rack to grab another. Archangel strength versus human. Painfully obvious how outmatched, but this furthered ambition. Palm travels the leather-wrapped handle. Shape mimics the grecian style of old. Wide, flat blades good for slashing.

Casual toss to the being opposite. Comeback edged with sarcasm. Roll of shoulders underneath uniform. ❝ I hope you don't, Fancy Feathers. I'd hate to have to tell the other corpsmen you kicked my ass for the millionth time. ❞

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[archangeltwins]

[charming-celestial]

They’re so beautiful 😫😭

gtkm meme: [2/10] favorite relationships ↳ Michael x Alex

“ This isn’t the end. Our fates are tied. ”