#Antiherod

[d3dans]

antiherod replied to your post

what a lovely place, such a lovely FACE

me @ DG Like:

WELCOME 2 THE HOTEL CALI

[hellwxlker]

@antiherod replied to your post: //y’all bet your arses I’m goddamn weeping over...

IF U SEE THE GAMEPLAY TRAILER VEGA IS THERE

I THOUGHT THAT WAS HIM BUT I WASNT 100% SURE AND DIDNT WANT TO GET MY HOPES UP DCJAEDHIF

[royalmuses-archived]

No Longer as Enemies

♕ :: closed starter for @antiherod

          Gordon gritted his teeth as he met the onslaught, causing his jaw to clench uncomfortably. There were so damn many Combine soldiers bearing down on them now that he was beginning to have his doubts, though he was nothing if not determined, pushed onward by that indefatigable will to survive which had carried him through his darkest and most hopeless moments.  

           His throat felt tight, constricted almost unbearably by the protective cover around his neck. He was fighting viciously, his blood like fire in his veins, but he knew how quickly the tides could turn, and already, even with his presence on the field, just a few brave men in his command, they were not moving favorably as it was. Yet, like a man possessed, he would not stop fighting until there was no breath left in him.

          He did not fear for himself, after all, but for the consequences of failure. They were too close to the outpost; they were too many in number. If he could not stand against the Combine forces now, couldn’t at least buy the rebels inside more time to escape, then those rebels would surely be wiped out entirely.

[viinewhiip]

( to anyone trying to mess with Aster ) ' Hey, pal, I got two fists and I ain't afraid to use 'em! ' - painsaws

@painsaws

Her breathing was ragged but quickly stabilizing as she scuffed at her  cut lip with the side of her hand and winced. A slight wrinkle of her nose as she spat a bit of blood on the ground. “Isn’t worth it...”

Where the blood landed, tiny shoots of green started to sprout, spreading with slightly unnerving quickness.

[hevbound]

@antiherod replied to your post “Why do we all have to wear these RIDICULOUS TIES!?”

" You could always strangle someone with them if they're THAT fucking long. "

「 Don’t give me any ideas. 」

Adrian’s already set those gears in his head turning — strangling Breen with his own tie would be a bit of poetic justice, after all ...

[scimatriarch]

antiherod replied to your post: STARTER CALL                                     ...

I KNOW I OWE U THINGS FOR VEGA AND ADRIAN BUT…. I’M CURIOUS… SLIDES ENERGYSTOLE / SAMUEL HAYDEN UR WAY

sorry i cant he’s a homophone :/

[mcka]

antiherod replied to your post “im never flagged bc ive only EVER been horny on main ONCE. and it was...”

i got flagged three times on painsaws, once for mentioning santa claus once for calling dg pretty and once for talking about dg's robot boyfriend

santa confirmed nsfw

[grdball]

@antiherod

“You look like you’ve never thrown a gridball in your life.”

                    He laughs, failing to realize how rude he sounds. Not everyone was into sports, he knew that, but he didn’t really understand it. What wasn’t to like? Sure, not everyone had the potential to go pro like he did, but the idea of someone not enjoying them seemed ridiculous.

“I don’t even know how many I’ve thrown.”

[napsoldier]

" this hate keeps me warm in the winter. "

collection of prompts  /  starter sentences taken from the  cursedsuggestion  blog

   The Lance Corporal wonders if Shephard got that from a book ( still strange to think people were actually reading BOOKS these days, paper and all ) or if it’s a line he wrote himself. It certainly fits with him.   

“ Does it though? “ There’s skepticism, though a notable tone of respect. The phrasing was powerful, he had to give Shephard credit! “ You hid it pretty well, but you were shaking like a leaf when we went through the kitchen refrigeration unit. Softer things tend to provide better insulation. “ Like love, patience, understanding, friendship, the things that made everything worth it. A hobby, a partner, a game. A passion. 

   “ Hate’s like... like a roaring fire. Those- uh, softer things, are like... Embers. “ Oh god, what is he DOING? Rookie isn’t a poet, or a writer! Sure his paperwork is always concise and detailed but there’s nothing artistic about it. Nothing powerful. Not like that. He’s still trying though. “ The fire makes smoke that chokes and stifles, it’s an inconsistent, demanding source. It’s always changing, and not always for the better. It’ll burn you if you’re not careful. Those quietly burning coals, however, provide a steady, consistent source of heat through the cold. You can put it out easily, but if you’re not sure, it’s something you can come back to and ignite again. It’s just as powerful as the fire, but stable, and a hell of a lot more comfortable. “

   He chuckles a bit, nerves clearly building the farther he goes with this half-baked metaphor. “ Sorry, I don’t have a way with words. Fire and hate aren’t my elements either. “ 

[mekaon]

antiherod replied to your post “SKETCH HOW MANY BLOGS DO YOU ACTUALLY HAVE?? @antiherod HELLO???”

I HAVEN'T EVEN SWITCHED ACCOUNTS YET

well im glad all ur muses are nazi murders!

[evvertts]

❝ WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? ❞ lee pulls the stranger in by the scruff of his shirt, slamming the gas station door behind him and pulling the other down into one of the dinner booths. once the two of them were beneath the table he raised his hand to his lips as to gesture silence; the groans and hiss of walkers could be heard from the other side of the windows, undead hands hitting against the windows. lee knew - well, more hoped - that they would pass in a few minutes so he could interrogate this stranger. lee had been camping out in the gas station for a few days, at least until the snow cleared up enough to let him continue his journey. he glances to the new stranger he has just pulled in from the outside with a somewhat pissed off expression; how could someone just be walking around out there when there were so many walkers? // @antiherod

[moroniic]

@antiherod // sc.

       “ what even happened out here?! the surface isn’t - it’s a lot worse than i thought it’d be! it hasn’t always been like this, has it?! i can’t believe i ever wanted to be out here...”

[hellwxlker]

@antiherod replied to your post: pros of dating doomguy: actual nerd. not many see...

93 voice: pros of datin’ demonguy is gettin close enough t’ shove my chainsaw in his face

Oh, Valid

[royalmuses-archived]

♡ gordon!

PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship,italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance /  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to my muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

[viinewhiip]

💪 - via painsaws bc sideblogs, but she's tiny compared to them so you know doomguy HAS to

That startled a yelp out of the teen as she was scooped up. Her hands lightly swatted at their back as she considered the situation. “You’re like, three feet taller than me. That ain’t fair.”

She’s not squirming yet, mostly because while she’s damn sure that she can land well, she doesn’t want to actually fall. A huff of breath escaped her as she shifted her weight. “Y’mind if I sit up proper at least? Might as well get some perks of bein’ tall for once. Lemme be queen a’ the goddamn world up here, not a bag of potatoes.”

@painsaws

[hevbound]

bandage, " I'm-- I'm ONLY doing this so you don't get blood all over my fucking camp, so /DON'T/ GET ANY FUCKING IDEAS. Jesus CHRIST, do you have a fucking death wish?! Because THIS sure as hell fucking LOOKS like it. Fucking /dumbass/... " amongst numerous other muttered insults. while he means what he says, the fact he's interacting with someone in a semi-positive way alone is enough to get him flustered.

NONVERBAL MODULE ACTIVATED … PLEASE STAND BY …

bandage - patch them up when they get hurt.

Confidence had always been something of an Achilles heel for Gordon. It was easy to overestimate one’s self when lauded as a messiah, after all. Why should he worry about a routine supply run? Sure, it might’ve lead him a smidge deeper into the woods than usual … but he had experience on his side, didn’t he?

Gordon can’t recall exactly when the gout of Bullsquid venom smatters against the lambda plate of his HEV suit – but he does remember the sting of the droplets as they sear against the lip of his neck-guard. The beast swings that damned tail into the joint of his leg, its hook sinking where the plating gave way to the kevlar against his knee. Bringing him to heel, Gordon raises his pistol and levels it in some attempt to ward it off …

Never had he been so thankful to see Adrian crashing through the underbrush.

Able to muscle the creature in submission with his assistance, it’s only after the bullsquid lays inert on the ground that Gordon realizes his proximity towards Adrian’s camp. Limping to safety, it’s much to the physicist’s ( pleasant ) surprise that the other man sets upon him with bandages and iodine. The cursing is expected, but the relative closeness they share makes Gordon duck his head and shy away from eye-contact. Their interactions had been terse at best … best to keep from upsetting him further.

Raising a hand to convey a thank-you, Gordon hisses after the attempted sign stops short – the sting of the venom against his neck forcing him to look away and bite against the pain. So much for a routine supply run.