#Brixish

[velhovinho]

@brixish | s.c

“Robert, my dear old friend, you would not believe the week I’ve had.” Gabriel gives a dramatic groan for emphasis. “I’ve come all this way to visit, so let’s have some tea and forget about the rest of the world for an afternoon, sim?”

[ganwyd-y-ddraig]

brixish started following you::

A soft glare from her blue eyes directed itself on him. Though Gwyn doesn't necessarily hate him, she wouldn't outright show any sort of liking either. "Not to be a bother, but what is it supposed to be?" She asked, referring to the colored blobs of paint on Thomas's canvas.

[ma-derniere-danse]

@brixish

Having just finished sending off a report he’d spend the last few hours working on, most would assume Franny was ready for a bit of relaxation and downtime. On the contrary, if anything he was more fired up than before, a beaming grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around Tom from behind.

“So,” he purred, lips brushing the Brit’s neck. “I seem to remember a little conversation in which you mentioned marrying me. Care to comment?”

[timbits-and-chill]

@brixish

“Hey, dad? Hey um, I called your assistant, she said you’re actually in Ottawa for a business thing, haha... I was just wondering if we could meet up to talk about some stuff. Um, call me back? Love you.”

[suckthekumara]

ma-derniere-danse replied to your post: @ma-derniere-danse A haiku: My uncle Francois Has...

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@brixish Are you going to sit there and let this frog slander me

[eyesofanirishman]

@brixish

Rian stood at Thomas’ door with three boxes in his hand, and a strange balancing act was going on out there. He had forgotten to call to see if Tom was actually going to be home that day, but he had just been excited about having money for real gifts. He shuffled to grab his phone to text Tom and see if he was home... If he wasn’t, he’d just go check into a hotel and slap his own wrist for not checking these things beforehand.

When he finally had his phone out, he nearly dropped the boxes and had to stop and put everything down. For an old man, texting took both hands and complete focus on those tiny letters. The man hadn’t even considered just knocking.

[cordial-intentions-blog]

@brixish

IM STILL NOT OVER IT!!!!!

[paralianprince]

𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 ,  𝐧𝐨𝐧 - 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 !

bold what applies ( or is associated ) with your muse. repost, don’t reblog !

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𝘿 𝙀 𝙁 𝙀 𝙉 𝙎 𝙄 𝙑 𝙀 𝙉 𝙀 𝙎 𝙎  ——  an eyebrow raised.  arms crossed at chest. hands on hips. crossing legs.  fake smile. fist - like gestures.  fig leaf position.  glares.  taking a step back. twitching ( trigger ) fingers.

𝙍 𝙀 𝙁 𝙇 𝙀 𝘾 𝙏 𝙄 𝙑 𝙀  —— hand - to - face gestures. head tilted.  far - off stare.  furrowed brow. peering over glasses.  placing glasses earpiece in mouth.  taking glasses off - cleaning.  pinching bridge of nose.  pursed lips. stroking chin.

𝙎 𝙐 𝙎 𝙋 𝙄 𝘾 𝙄 𝙊 𝙉  —— arms crossed.  fake smile. fiddling  /  fidgeting with clothes or items. keeping distance. narrowed eyes. shifty eyes.  shifty smiles. sideways glance. touching or rubbing nose.

𝙊 𝙋 𝙀 𝙉 𝙉 𝙀 𝙎 𝙎  &  𝘾 𝙊 𝙊 𝙋 𝙀 𝙍 𝘼 𝙏 𝙄 𝙊 𝙉  ——  agreeable nods.  leaning into. open hands.  open arms.  hand - to - face gestures. hands folded in lap. head tilted.  maintaining eye contact.  relaxed sitting. short touches.

𝘾 𝙊 𝙉 𝙁 𝙄 𝘿 𝙀 𝙉 𝘾 𝙀  —— an eyebrow raised.  devil may care attitude.  hair flip. hands behind back. hands on hips.  hands on lapels of coat. puffed out chest. shoulders back. smug smiles.  upturned chin.

𝙄 𝙉 𝙎 𝙀 𝘾 𝙐 𝙍 𝙄 𝙏 𝙔  &  𝘼 𝙉 𝙓 𝙄 𝙀 𝙏 𝙔  ——  biting fingernails.  chewing on pen or pencil. chewing on lower lip. chewing on upper lip. clearing throat.  eager to leave. fidgeting fingers.  fiddling with clothes. hands in pockets.  nervous laughter. peering over shoulder. perspiring hands. playing with hair. playing with pocket change. poor eye contact. rubbing thumb over opposite thumb.  running palms down pant legs.  shifty eyes.  shy smiles.  sighing. snapping in retort. swaying  /  can’t stand still. walking away mid - conversation.

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basically what ive gathered from this is that peter has a lot of super expressive body language in general, surprising zero people.  i can actually think of like different scenes from the past where he’s done most of the things ive indicated here, it’s wild like they’re IMMEDIATELY coming to mind as i read them 

[velhovinho]

A kiss? No, Tom is here with a magazine, and he smacks Gabe upside the head with it.

Gabriel huffs and ducks away from any further magazine attacks. “Really, now, Tomás, is that any way to treat your best and dearest ally?”

[ma-derniere-danse]

@brixish

“He’s asleep,” Franny sighed, dropping down into Tom’s lap and draping his legs over the arm of the sofa, happily snuggling into his lover’s hold. “Poor thing, he is so upset over this. I think I’m going to have to visit Teo, make sure he isn’t making bad decisions... but for now, I just want to cuddle. Kiss me?” 

[asktheirelandtwins]

Spies

Erie sighed as she settled in at her desk in the "law firm" where she worked. She would scan a few documents, finish up a few reports, then she had a rather important meeting where she'd be assigned a new case. She looked to her watch and stood, moving to the meeting room where the windows were darkened and the projector was set up. The home screen read IMI, the Irish Military Intelligence. She was actually a spy, as were all of her co-workers. She was given her new mission, infiltrating a drug ring and taking off the head before outing all the accomplices as well. It was a normal thing for the most part. Soon she was off to go under cover.

@brixish-empire

[aroaceswoobat]

Gyarados is Chaotic Evil, Brixish is Neutral Evil, Whiscash is Lawful Evil. Basculin is Chaotic Neutral, Luvdisc is True Neutral, Seaking is Neutral Good. Huntail is Chaotic Good, Milotic is Neutral Good, Gorebyss is Lawful Good.

[brixarcana]

Brixish

[velhovinho]

treasure, gold, youth

one word memory

treasure/gold

“Do I sound too sentimental if I say the treasure I hold most dear is love?” Gabriel shrugs, a sappy smile on his face as he says this. “Ah, but as for material treasures…” He hums as he wonders exactly which story to tell. “The cross I’m wearing right now is one of my most beloved treasures, then.” He taps the cross hanging from the silver thread necklace, a simple gold Catholic cross. “It’s a gift from one of my kings, not long before he died.” The smile remains although there’s a shadow over his expression now. “Sebastian, the fool. He gave it to me only a month before Alcácer Quibir. I thought it would be good luck to wear it with me, you know?” His smile tightens, but he continues on. “I held on to it, praying I’d find him in the battle. He charged ahead, like the world was waiting for him over the horizon.”

“–Maybe it was. He had such grand dreams for us, and I could see it when I looked into those eyes so clearly, the vision of the future he wanted. But instead of the world waiting for his crusade, all he found was his end.” Here he pauses, his eyes downcast. “That was where some bastard stabbed me in the eye and I passed out. When I awoke on the ship a few days later, with my eye in bandages, the nurse handed me my cross. They’d recovered it from the battlefield…but not Sebastian. And my cross–it had broken in two. I should have had it fixed earlier than I did, but so much had been going on. It wasn’t until nearly the end of the Union I had it repaired. And somehow wearing it again, this simple and lovely present he gave me, it was all I needed to keep fighting to free myself of the damn Union.”

youth

((this one’s in drabble form because it’s a period of his life he doesn’t like talking about but I wanna explore it so sue me

historical context: set around 880-1000 CE, after the beginning of the Reconquista where Iberian kingdoms took back land from the Islamic state of the Umayyad Caliphate who controlled the peninsula))

Gabriel hit the ground with a grunt, his vision blanking from the pain. He felt blood dripping down his face, and every part of his body ached. The sword slipped from his hand as he fell, he could barely keep hold of it. For a moment all he wanted was to lie there and forget about fighting. But his hand seized his sword and he struggled back to his feet, his face set in a determined expression. “Again.”

Galicia looked up from cleaning her sword, giving him a derisive look. “You can barely stand. You’re out of practice, grown soft being the Caliphate’s lapdog.” She towered over him, all stately elegance in her battle wear, with barely a scratch on her. While Gabriel, still barely more than a child, wore bruises like a cloak. He tried to catch his breath, only to start coughing up blood. Both hands wrapped around his sword so tightly it would have hurt had his whole body not felt numb.

She was right, of course. For over a century he’d lived in Umayyad’s palace, pampered like the saved little angel he’d been named for. Malak. His rebellions had amounted to little more than tantrums, and he’d hardly fought at all. Gabriel hated himself for enjoying the luxury, even enjoying being named ‘angel’ in his conqueror’s tongue. ‘False angel’, Umayyad had called him when he rebelled. It infuriated Gabriel beyond reason. He was anything but false, and he’d prove it. He promised himself he’d take his home back from the Caliphate, and he wouldn’t rest until that came true. 

His vision sharpened, focusing on Galicia as his grip tightened on his sword. Gabriel darted forward, taking her by surprise, and swung the blade across her unarmored side. The cloth tore, and the side of his blade hit her skin with a victorious smack. She bounced back like he’d burned her, eyes wide with surprise at his sudden attack. Gabriel stood in front of her wit his sword held up, panting from exhaustion, waiting for her reaction.

At last, “You are either very brave or very stupid.” Galicia huffed and sheathed her sword, measuring Gabriel up with her eyes. “Time will tell which it is.” Another pause, her guarded expression slipping for a moment as she regarded the boy with some concern. It was a wonder he was even still standing, let alone fighting. Determination shone through in those blue eyes, a quiet fury to his spirit that would not rest even when his body couldn’t keep going. “Go rest. You earned it.”

At those words, Gabriel finally seemed to relax, nearly falling to his knees as the tension fled his body. He breathed out a long sigh and sheathed his sword, following his mentor into the castle. Before the last step, he turned to watch as the sun began to set, his hand resting on his pommel. Galicia stopped, noticing where his attention had gone. Her gaze drifted off towards the sunset as well, and she placed a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder. The unexpected gesture of affection put a smile on the boy’s face, and he straightened up to declare to the world, “I’m coming for you.”

[ma-derniere-danse]

❤ - tom

Send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

[asktheirelandtwins]

Spies

True to his word, the agency contacted her through her earpiece to allert her to the agent in her presence. She sighed and spoke into her wrist as well to give her identification. “This is agen’ 909, give yer repor’.” She spoke and as Arthur was confirmed she sighed heavily and spoke into the wrist again. “Can confirm, will continue the operation with agen'001.” She spoke before hanging up and looking to Arthur. “Ye did nae believe me either, Arthur.” She spoke before pinning the drug cartel leader against the wall. “We really need t’ talk through this whole thing t'gether, we both have trus’ issues an’ now we both know why.” She spoke. “Well, sor'of.” She smiled a little to the man. “For the record I really wanted t'believe ye completely from the star’ bu’ i’s a strange situation….”

@brixish-empire