#GLORYKILLS

[brainrottr]

Georgia is so lucky…

to be alive 😒

[cyberhunts]

@glorykill asked: " a lie flies, while the truth... it only crawls. " / from starscream.

isn't it strange, to think once upon a time this blathering fool held the power to be his lord and master. faceplates shift into a grimace. what an outrageous notion. it'd all been quite laughable, back then. how he'd kidded himself into operating alongside a team of backstabbers. starscream is no different. " lies can be caught, " he retorts with a sniff. if something can fly, it can most certainly be gutted. " granted, they're harder to catch, but once they are... " head tilts, gaze roaming over the seeker.

he'd like a pair of wings like that to put up on the wall of his ship — but not his. no, he doesn't need a reminder that cybertronians like starscream exist. " deception isn't impressive, " he says monotonously, " outlasting the consequences of truth is. " or outright evading either. a happy medium. the decepticons had been a lie. a sham. the violence megatron promised was watered down by his mechs. " it's unusual for you to fly so far from the nest. any reason in particular, or will that be a lie too? " / prompt.

[hereliesbitches--me]

Happy Belated birthday to the platonic love of my life ans Bestie over @glorykill

I'm gonna save myself from a heartfelt homo message but full homo I love you, glad I met you, and I'm glad we still friends to this day. Happy happy birthday ♡♡

[valsyr]

@glorykill​ said:  ❝ it seems the gods have been especially cruel to you. ❞ 

                             ❝    𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.    𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.    ❞      she stokes the hearth.    turning over the eviscerate bloodbeat of embers erratically paling      &.      deepening like the frantic respiration of a wounded beast trembling in its den      &.      the profound desperation of its shallowing breath.      the chord once taut cut red.      eyes pulsing in dull glass bells.      outside fields lie black where companies of lesser auxiliaries trudged in snow circled      &.      wheeled a myriad phantoms in the cold moonlight      &.      the pale smoke of their breath clove through the implacable dark with wintry blades of white as she traipses the room in the warm sawing light of the fire,    strides across the sprawling urne tapestry with such haste that would leave the hanging plants swaying from their hewn beams in her passing.      ❝    i take the sentiment is not unfamiliar to you.      the gods of these realms are no kinder.      ❞

                             ❝    be grateful if they have not disturbed you yet.      it’s not because they haven’t noticed.   ❞

[veilhunts]

@glorykill asked: " i know you're good at killin'. " / from erron.

tips head in acknowledgement. good isn't the right word, though. he is supernatural. seemingly capable of controlling the energy around him. defying the impossible with fascinating ease. " i'm not here for you. " an obvious statement, he'd be dead already if he was. his words verge on derogatory. he doesn't know who this individual is. has no clue about his potential. it is an honour to be hunted by damocles. hence his total absence of concern as his head tils back and he says, " i will be, if you get in my way. " a subtle blade is pressed to the other's abdomen as though to prove his point. i could kill you right now. a head tilt. " you should leave. there will be chaos here, soon. " / prompt.

[brutlist]

i'm not giving you shit 'til you give me some answers . ( from erron )

well that's just not going to happen , he doesn't say as much because there's no real need to --- the intimidation simply isn't there . the abrasiveness that textures the threat of violence from pit to flesh holds a scant candle to the endurance of an oldhead . he's an optimist . maybe they won't be the questions he's inclined to believe they'll be . maybe this one time , he'll go ahead and throw that bone . " hey , that's got potential . what's the question . "

@glorykill

[wolf-among-mechs]

Well, now I got a few questions for you in return. Merc to merc, Clanner to... well, maybe someone twice removed from the Clan family tree.

🟡💛💳🌼🎵

Something along those lines yeah. It's... Complicated. Have a seat. I got a lot of stuff to talk about.

🟡 Where do I currently live. Where I have lived. I grew up on Hephaestus station. Lived a six months on the planet Milton in Lyran space in a dingy little apartment. Then... Dropships and barracks ever since. Had an RV to have my own space for a while. But then our company managed to acquire an Overlord to serve as our base and by our Steiner noble friend and lancemate we made it a lot more habitable with proper living quarters. The most of a home I have had so far.

💛What do I currently pilot. (OOC: It gets a little time fucky wucky here since Asuka here is part of an RPG campaign that hasn't gotten to the Clan Invasion yet. But this blog is an AU where she obviously got that far. Bear with me.)

I hate that my answer is that I am currently inbetween rides currently. My old clan ride got messed up so they are refitting a new one. So let me tell you about one of my favourites. My Marauder II. Designated MAD-5Xc formerly b. Nicknamed "Direwolf" by the crowds at the time. This was somewhat before the Daishis made an entrance in the inner sphere you see. You won't find it on any technical readout. Most our company refit mechs to suit our doctrines. The b model was built by Blackwell as part of a sponsored entry on Solaris in order to build the 'brand' as they were in negotiations with opening up sales to other clients than the dragoons at the time. It was built for me in particular to pilot which is why it has Triple Strength Myomers, a supercharger and a Guardian ECM system. Armed with an ERPPC and small pulse laser in each arm. Backed up by two SRM 6 launchers on the shoulders which always annoyed me slightly. I have always been adept at fighting things up close... Despite the fact that I have tried very hard to work from range.

It was refitted to have two LRM launchers instead but fitted slightly differently along with an Artemis IV system. Because the SRMs never really did really offer much when I had the ability to just run force and snap somebody's legs off by bullrushing them. Maybe you have seen an old holovid of what they called my glorykill on Solaris. Where I barrel into a highlander, snap its legs. Hammer the torso with the barrels furiously before rearing up and bringing the right barrel into the cockpit and fire the PPC as my voice echoes out over the comms and arena "AND STAY DOWN!" I was... A little bit upset at that man at the time.

I loved that mech. I wish I still had it.

My new ride is going to be a Kodiak. Though... Heavily customized. It is being refitted as I mentioned. It brings along a lot of what I enjoyed about the Marauder by removing the Autocannon and missile launchers for PPCs. A new myomer system, an active probe and jump jets. It will be designated Crinos... The reason it is taking so long is that it has a different headshape. More... Wolfish.

💳 Who is/was your most and least favourite client?

Hmm.... Tough. I had to think about my most favourite client. Probably Rasalhagians. They did not like us much when we first started, having bad experiences with mercenaries to start with but it mellowed out fairly quickly after they figured out that we were not a rowdy bunch

As for least favourite. I going to be weird and say probably Federated suns. Their lords have betrayed us four out of six times but at least people above them made steps to repair the relationship. We had one Baron I think he was who decided to turn on us and me specifically because I beat the snot out of his favourite officer in a perfectly legal martial arts tournament. He cheated first though.

🌼What do I think of the clans.

I was born into Wolf's Dragoons. Both mother and father were of the clans. Mechtechs both of them. I was probably going to become one too but I showed great aptitude with mech piloting. And fighting just in general. Probably owing to the fact I have inherited elemental genes from my fathers side. When they invaded the inner sphere I ended up among them. Not by my own will. I ended up prisoner and they after a while figured out that technically I was related to clan Wolf. I had to try for a bit to become a full member. I fought tooth and nail for that and got a trial of position and even managed to earn a blood name. I do not carry it though. During their invasion I came to understand myself through elementals and the clan. The severe mismanagement of operation REVIVAL made opinion of the clans thusly:

Eugenicists with little thought or preparation made for the totality of war. Admittedly I am also very annoyed at having been called freebirth over and over and over and being overruled time and time again despite the fact that I had more experience with the war in the inner sphere they were actually trying to fight. I also find their commitment to honour lacking. Rescinding it when they deem an enemy to be less than human or simply a problem and in the way. That is not to say all warriors of the clans are such nor do I treat them thusly.

I simply believe that they are flawed much like the inner sphere. There are heroes and villains under every banner in the Galaxy. The Clans, the houses of the inner sphere and mercenaries.

🎵 What is a piece of music you enjoy, that you would play in combat on a loop?

I was really hoping somebody would ask me this. I really was. Allow me to send a few sound files your way.

In the cockpit:

It keeps my heart pumping in the midst of combat. It has a really nice melody to me.

In my head:

(OOC: Warning for a bit gore. It is Doom 2k16 after all)

This feels a lot how it feels inside my during a battle.

But. Also an honourable mention to kuritan holovids, they based a villain on me. Well me and my old Black Knight. It sounded a bit like this.

I think after all of that. I owe you at least a few drinks.

[naemors]

long time no see i know, but i'm moving namor over to @glorykill, my new multi-muse. i'll be following a few people from over there that i wanna write with but feel free to like this if you want me to follow you sooner rather than later!

[theninjabozo]

*the kid beats the researcher with his axe. it still does nothing. GG glorykills the researcher.*

Byrd sits at the top of a high rise, looking down at the street below. He stretches out and lays on his back on the roof, wings stretched to his sides.

Jeez. These are always boring. Nothing interesting happens in the meantime...

*byrd hears jean's voice behind him*

Heya.

[venomfangs]

heyo i'm moving miguel over to @glorykill.

[jonnestt]

The fact that doom 2016 and doom eternal are made by the same developers is...

HOW?

2016s story shows skill, while eternals story reads like my first fantasy anthology. 2016s enemies are down to earth (for a doom game) but it's weapon wheel is just unrefined while eternal has an incredibly refined weapon wheel and took "polish" as publishing every single enemy variant they could come up with. 2016s glorykills are all deadpan brutal while eternals go from turning people into sushimi to ending the suffering of a poor fucking animal. 2016 made me ask "but why so easy?" and eternal made me regret that question.

Like, Eternal is both more refined and obviously 10 years older. It looks and plays like it has been half finished on a server since 2008 but it's also undeniably a game that'll reward ANY skill you can muster. I DO NOT GET THESE GAMES, THEY ARE OPPOSITES AND YET KINDRED A WORLD APART AND OF THE SAME STUFF THEY ARE BOTH DOOM BUT REJECT EACH OTHERS PREMISE WHAT THE FLYING FUCK HAS HAPPENED HERE?!?

[idleyes-moved]

" assholery is incurable. unfortunately. " @glorykill commented.

" there is always the rite. " elowren's bite of dark humor was ever present. the rite of tranquility was an inky cold blackness of feeling and dreams. nothing there but what is, and what may come to pass. hard to allow ' assholery ' to remain.

" assholes do not last long in this state. we are direct but i have yet to be intentionally abrasive or rude. "

[doolallymagpie]

their hands touch while they’re both going to glorykill the same chaos spawn and they can’t stop giggling and blushing

ends up being a mashup of lady and the tramp and saturn devouring his son

Shas’la T’au Kais and Malum Caedo would fight for maybe a few minutes before realizing this is going nowhere, after which they’d get into a daemon killcount competition and then fall in love

[valsyr]

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙼 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂.

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ROMANCE.       love poems. flickering candles. conversations in the meadow. roses. midnight meetings. silk dresses. long phone calls. spilling your heart out. curtains blowing in the breeze. cheap paperbacks. the sun’s reflection on the water. smooth jazz. waiting for something to happen. blushing cheeks. kisses in the rain. faded polaroids. noses bumping. floral perfume. a restless spirit. oil paintings on canvas. hiding under an awning during a thunderstorm. candlelit dinners. horse drawn carriages. sunset views. smeared lipstick.

ACTION.       streetlights reflected on rainy pavements. a phone alarm. rapid texting. the smell of smoke. aggression. the natural instinct to fight. dramatic reunions. distant gunfire. funerals in the rain. the coppery scent of blood. solitude. fierce protective instincts. doomed to fail. driving too fast. near death experiences. inner turmoil. running through crowds. expensive watches. tired eyes. overnight plane rides. cold cups of coffee. dangerous secrets. lying through your teeth. bullet holes.

HORROR.       a distant farmhouse. congealed blood on the hardwood. ice picks. tilted headstones. bare feet on the carpet. splintering wood. masks that hide who you really are underneath. quiet summer camps. ghost stories. locked rooms. sharp knives. a full moon. the scent of rust. grasping hands searching for something to hold. last minute decisions. bags under your eyes. a cross hung on the wall. crawling maggots. the carcass of a dead animal. an abandoned hotel. blood-soaked clothes. broken bones. the sound of glass shattering.

ADVENTURE.      gnarled rope between your fingers as you hold on for dear life. glittering gold in a dark room. snakes. an incoming sandstorm. the consequences of your actions. hidden secrets. an unopened door. a leap of faith. squeezing your best friend’s hand. shelves of dusty books. ancient curses. the smell of fire. crumbling buildings. complicated puzzles. mystery novels. footsteps echoing in a large room. smudged lenses on glasses. warm skin. doing what’s right. dirt under your fingernails. scribbled notes. cobwebs blocking your path.

COMEDY.       friends you’ve known for years. crowded comedy clubs. crescent moons. open mics. out of tune pianos. a messy desk. leather messenger bags. stacks of papers. huge sweaters. bitten nails. ordering takeout every night. dog-eared pages. unmade beds. hand movements and broad gestures. the smell of the subway. colorful graffiti on brick buildings. big dreams. enthusiastic phone calls. rejection letters. the heat of stage lights. pulling pranks. restless sleep. cold showers. laughing until you’re crying. half-finished ideas. tiny apartments. velvet curtains. cheap alcohol.

tagged by: @jokethur (ty !!)  tagging: @zmeydeva , @frigase , @cldhrbour , @laufaye , @glorykill !

[unhalloa2]

❝   heeeeeeeeeeeey!   ❞      a pout blooms onto the girls lips,   elongated fangs catching on her bottom lip.   [ she makes quick,   sharp grabbing motions at the blade snatched from her hands. ]   but they prove no use.   she’ll settle for baring her teeth instead.      ❝   i wasn’t gonna do anything with it,   give it back   ❞

@glorykill​​,   random muse starter call.

[wargod]

“ OKAY OKAY OKAY , we should be just about there- ”    if you meet a monk in your travels, with their shaved head becoming rabbit soft, donning saffron robes, unplucked and thick eyebrows with a moon-face; do not trust them. not for any serious reason. they’re well-meaning and kind-hearted, a hard-working monk who seems too anxious to be a monk at all. but when asking for directions, it would be best to have them tag along behind, because they are most certainly lost as well.

The landmark the two had passed was solidly in the spot they had left it earlier. Dawa stared at the rock formation with disbelief. every time this happens they’re always so shocked. although it not seems more like deflation and disappointment. “ UGH!!! ” they throw their head back with a loud groan. from huffing and puffing, to holding back tears, trying to radiate that aura of calmness serenity when obviously they’re upset. “ ... please! go on without me! I will instead let the animals gnaw on my bones- ”

☆ @glorykill​