#brawla

[tamazakisart]

Hace mucho que no subo nada, y google me anda fastidiando las vistas y desaparece mi trabajo so.... vamos a ver si aquí jajaj puedo hacerlo funcionar :3 Se que es el husbando de mucho y, pues voy a pasarselos por aqui :D

[angel-dust-addict]

Angel settled himself into a neat seiza on the bed, still very close to Alastor's side without actually being on top of him. He didn't know quite how Alastor was going to react to the lyrics Angel had presented him with, but he seemed quite eager if the cant of his ears and the glow of his eyes were anything to go by.

And then he was handing the notebook back to Angel. Ah. That made sense. He wanted to hear how the whole thing came together before he began dissecting it. With a calm born of years spent on a stage - and with only a slight blue flush to his cheeks at the far more intimate audience - he began to sing.

"Always chasin' tha thrills, gettin' in fights, gettin' kills. I play around real rough on eitha' powda' or pills," he sang, barely even glancing at the notebook. He had been at this long enough that he knew the words. "Picked up fa' fun on tha streets, we'll fuck ta pay my receipt, but still it's not enough, an' so tha cycle repeats. But I can let it all go on camera or at a show. So all the sinna's an' tha monsta's, yeah, they're all gonna know. That I don't take walks of shame when everyone knows my name. I've been around here long enough ta know tha rules of tha game."

As he reached the chorus, a sharp half-smile cracked through his more tender expression, his eyes glowing just very softly. He had held nothing back and was singing this just as he would in front of his more typical audience. As such, the ferocity of the words came through full force.

"I've fought my inna' demons every which way, but they're not interested in leavin' me so in me they'll stay. I'm like a fire that could burn this fuckin' town ta tha ground an' there'll be nothin' left but ashes if ya let me come down. So ya betta' use me up. Make tha most'a your time an' I can guarantee you'll always wanna cross that line. So get yer money an' yer buddies an' a drink or three. No backin' out or you'll see why ya shouldn't mess with me! Go ahead and use me up."

He skipped forward a bit after that. After all, he didn't have the accompaniment that was supposed to fill in between phrases. He skipped, too, the repeat of the chorus, since he hadn't had the instrumental bridge. Instead he dove straight into the next verse, that half smile becoming a sharp and toothy grin.

"Knocked back a couple'a shots, feelin' all worked up an' hot. I'll drop it down real low an' tie their stomaches in knots. I know they're all watchin' me, I'm what they came here ta see, but give me shit, I'll fuck you up until you fall at my feet!" The glow of his eyes grew brighter as he worked his way towards that last line. The main two slipped closed as he continued on. This was the bit Alastor was most likely to have objections to, after all, and so he watched the deer only with his six smaller, more innocuous eyes. "Come pin me down on my back, I want you on the attack. Don't give a damn 'bout how ya wanna do me, it's just a fact. I've got a quota ta fill an' small talk don't pay tha bills. Swear I don't even miss tha pleasuah I can no longa' feel."

His eyes opened again, still glowing faintly, as he came back to the quieter tone of the beginning. "I've fought against tha system every day, but it ain't interested in leavin' me alone anyway. It's like a fire that keeps burnin' me but gets me 'well'. It's why I've neva' tried ta break tha lock on my prison cell."

Those faintly glowing eyes slid off of Alastor and came to rest on the nightstand as his voice flowed on into the next section. "Might as well just use me up. Make tha most'a my time. I'll be yer toy, yer brawla', anything ya need fa' a dime. It's what I'm good at an' it's all I really know how ta do. No second chances down here, let me give myself up ta you~!"

And then, when that sustained note broke, he was back into the chorus once more. "I've fought my inna' demons every which way, but they're not interested in leavin' me so in me they'll stay. I'm like a fire that could burn this fuckin' town ta tha ground an' they'll be nothin' left but ashes if ya let me come down. So you betta' use me up! Make tha most'a yer time an' I can guarantee you'll always wanna cross that line. So get'cher money an' yer buddies an' a drink or three. No backin' out or you'll see why ya shouldn't mess with me! Go ahead and use me up."

There was no accompaniment to trail off the way it sounded in his head, so instead he just fell silent, once more watching Alastor. Now that he had stopped singing, the glow faded from his eyes and the sharp smile faded back into a faint, almost worried frown. A little awkwardly, he explained, "There's a couple more repeats'a stuff, but it don't make sense wit'out tha accompaniment. An' I don't have that cause I ain't had a chance ta work wit' anybody on it. But, uh, I'm workin' on that fa' my shows. It's about done, though."

He knew he wasn't that great a singer. He sounded nasally and he never quite lost his accent. But he was passable enough for the club. It was loud and he had the instrumentals behind him and nobody was really listening anyway. Here, though, where he had nothing but his voice in the quiet of the room and an attentive audience of one focused solely on his song, he wasn't quite so confident.

"Sure," Angel replied, although it almost sounded more like a question. If Alastor really wanted to see it, he didn't see why not.

With just a small amount of hesitation, he sat up, Alastor's jacket sliding off of his back before he caught it and laid it next to the man. Careful not to hurt the deer, he shifted so that he could get himself up onto his knees, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at some of the clawmarks on his sides and back. Once he was up, he pulled open a drawer in his nightstand and took out a notebook. He flipped through a few pages until he found what he was looking for and handed it to Alastor.

"There's no music in there, just lyrics," he explained sheepishly. "I, uh, can't read sheet music, so I ain't got propa' music fa' any'a those. Just the lyrics. Music's all up here." He tapped the side of his head with one finger to indicate that he knew the tunes but hadn't written them out.

The page was somewhere near the middle of the notebook. And were Alastor to look through any of the other pages, he'd find they were all song lyrics, scrawled across lines and in some cases up and down the margins in a hasty and unpolished version of Angel's more typically flowing script.

"I can sing it fa' ya if ya want," he offerred. "I know tha lyrics on their own don't give ya much clue what it sounds like."

This particular song was mostly about his work. Others discussed topics such as drug addiction, abusive relationships, violence and organized crime, and the cycle he had found himself trapped in for the last almost 90 years. He wrote from his own experiences.

"Some'a those ain't fa' tha club, they're just 'cause. Val'd neva' approve 'em," he explained.

[zweiherzen-a]

I was gonna say “you know who you are” but u know what. im just gonna do a fuckin callout @brawla && @sootsouls tbh

[pushspacetocontinue]

We all bleed RED (closed for brawla)

@brawla

He honestly couldn’t believe he had survived being shanked in the side by that Sniper, not that it did him any good. It hurt, he was bleeding a lot and his team had lost. He just had to ignore the pain until he found a dispenser or dropped dead, whichever came first. It wasn’t something he could treat by himself.

That would be easy enough. He stepped away from the wall he had been leaning against and then he stiffened like a deer in the headlights when he saw the enemy Scout.

“Uh, hey, ehehe, you did real good out there today,” he said then, nothing but awkward honest in his voice. No point in being in a sore loser, “I’m sure we’ll do a better job next time, ehehe...”

[mcka-a]

      ❛   i’m beginning to think you purposely break your things, just to come talk to me. you can not do that, and just talk to me like normal, yeah ?   ❜

      she wouldn’t outright admit she liked the company, though. she was far too stubborn for that.

       ❛   what is it this time, though ? let me see.  ❜

                                          |||  ♡ 『 @brawla 』

[pisscff-archived-blog]

WE HAVENT TALKED YET BUT IM CURIOUS ♡

@brawla (Pre-established relationships) (acc.)

BEING CURIOUS IS GOOD SON THAT’S A GOOD ICE BREAKER

I want our muses to be: friends | ex-friends | rivals | rivals with sexual/romantic tension | enemies | enemies with sexual/romantic tension | lovers | ex-lovers | partners/coworkers | pen pals/internet friends | friends with benefits | soulmates

Our muses met: as children | as teenagers | as adults | just recently

(for romance) Our muses’ relationship is: still exciting and lively | stable | starting to feel awkward | in jeopardy | romantic, but the sexual attraction is fading | sexual, but the romantic attraction is fading | toxic and self-destructive | unrequited, with my muse pining after yours | unrequited, with your muse pining after mine | determined by fate

(for rivals) Our muses’ relationship is: awkward | fiery | friendly | petty | mostly for show | losing its spark | starting to develop into something more | one-sided, with my muse considering yours a rival | one-sided, with your muse considering mine a rival | determined by fate

(for enemies) Our muses’ relationship is: dangerous to themselves | dangerous to others | based on family matters | based on professional matters | based on lies/misunderstandings | unpredictable | passionate | nothing personal at first, but changes with time | determined by fate

(for friends) Our muses’ relationship is: stable | sickeningly sweet | the kind of close friendship that makes others jealous | falling apart | based on shared interests | based on circumstance (like school or work) | based on family ties | developing into something more (romantic/sexual) | developing into something more (antagonistic) | determined by fate

[featheredbabe-blog]

Closed RP with @brawla

The world was a cruel and unforgiving place.

But Bridge made do. Frankly, she didn’t care if it was all that cruel and unforgiving. Her life had gotten a lot better as of late, and that was all she cared about. As long as she was getting by and making do, it was all okay.

Going from being trapped in a desolate laboratory to having escaped and having practically the whole world to explore was exhilarating. Sure, she had to stay away from civilization, and sometimes finding animals to eat was difficult. But there was so much to do, so many starlit skies to fly under and clouds to gaze at. So many waterfalls to mess around in and animals to see. It was all too good. Life was almost perfect. Almost.

There was… one small issue keeping it from being utter perfection. Loneliness. Since she had to stray so far away from humanity, it was rather lonesome, traveling around all on her own. She wished she had someone to talk to but… you can’t have everything, right? It was fine, or at least, that’s what she told herself. She could talk to herself, and she liked doing that. It was fun. So it was all good.

She flew way above the treetops, her catlike eyes scanning every detail below. Currently she was in an area she didn’t know too well. Always being on the move helped her not deplete resources, and not only that, but it also meant she was much harder for humans to notice. The defeated, knocked down trees and abundance of deer remains meant she’d attract attention if she stayed in one place for too long - and usually it was unwanted attraction.

The giant stopped gliding when she saw a river peeking through the trees, a flash of white foam from the churning current catching her eye. With a flutter off her great brown wings and an Earthshaking thud, she landed, folding her feathery appendages to her back and getting down on all fours. She went to press her lips against the water and drink, only to snap her head back up again.

There were fish in this river! Her tail shot up with excitement. Despite the scaly things being so small in comparison to her, only worth a tiny mouthful, she loved how they tasted. Catching them was tricky, but sometimes, if she was just fast enough, she could hook the very tip of one of her claws into their gills and pull them out to shore. She shifted on her haunches, wincing at how her joints ached, and started to aim her claws, watching the fish intently, with a predatory gaze. She looked just like a cat trying to hunt. After a few moments of waiting she striked. The fish managed to slip away with a flash of silver scales.

“Bridge, that isn’t how you fish! Damn slippery things...” She berated herself with a growl and kept at it, brow furrowed with concentration as she watched them swim by.

She was so distracted with fishing she wasn’t alert, all of her senses drowned out by the sound, sight and smell of the rushing water. Just about anyone could sneak up on or stumble upon her in that moment. At least, to a certain point. She suddenly got the prickling feeling like someone had seen her, and she could have sworn she heard the snap of a branch. The giant’s head shot up as she looked about, warily trying to spot whoever she felt had seen her. Sure, it could just be a deer, but she had to be sure...

@brawla

[aeiiopus-a]

ヽ( ´O｀) && (´∀｀)

Physical Details || Accept.

Both are already answered Here and Here 

[kcblooie-a]

brawla replied to your post: ( cursed[[MOR]

i love him????? and this is taboo but do u want my scout inkies

👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀

[redheav]

👄 [ cheek kiss! if he allows it! ]

Smorch

Scouts were known for two things. Speed and jumping. At least, that’s how it was for Heavy. 

That’s probably how the Scout was able to give a quick peck on the cheek to the giant. Able to come out of the interaction unscathed. 

Heavy stared down at the smaller man for a moment. Eyebrow cocked. Did that really just happen? Their brash and loud Scout– pecking him on the cheek like one of his sisters would? That was actually quite sweet.

“Are you alright, little man?”

[misspauling-archive]

👄 [ i cant remember if ive already sent one but if not: a gentle cheek kiss should she accept it ]

Smooches | Not Accepting

The kiss is brief but not without a softness she hadn’t been expecting. She would return the kiss with one of her own, to the Scout’s forehead, but the height difference between them makes it rather difficult.

Instead, she places a kiss to her forefinger and presses it to him with a smile.

[espion-bleu]

"We are off ze clock. Thought zat it would be rather considerate to make some waffles for both of ze teams. After all, a long day on ze battlefield makes one rather peckish, non?"

The BLU spy pushed the plate back in front of the scout.

"Profitez de vos gaufres."

espion-bleu:

“If zat is what it takes.”

In one swift move, the BLU rogue pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down. He then picked up the fork and knife to cut a piece off of one of the waffle. When he lifted the fork, a few little drips of syrup fell off and on to the plate. He took the piece into his mouth and started chewing.

“See..” Acel swallowed. “Not poisoned. Just freshly made waffles.”

Scout watches his movements cautiously, sitting straight up in his seat. The waffles really did look perfect, and he was tempted. But he’d learned the BLU team agenda in the past, and one could say he’d developed trust issues because of it.

Regardless, after watching the spy take a bite, he reaches forward with the provided fork and takes his own bite. It takes a good minute for him to savor the delicious dish, overcome with how rich the waffles were. However, he was left with a question.

🢩 ❛ …Why? ❜

[johannstutt413]

TOURNAMENT ARC 2: PHANTOM VS PROJEKT RED

“Alright, let’s see...Looks like we’ve got a fight tomorrow, Jessie!” The Doctor unfurled a piece of paper from the machine. “First round for Specialists, it looks like; Phantom vs Red. It’s been awhile since Phantom stopped by the office, hasn’t it?”

“...Phantom?” The Feline shrugged; she’d seen records of that Operator before, but never actually encountered them herself.

He sighed. “Right, stealth specialist with mnemonic Arts. Regardless, it’ll be interesting to see what happens, especially since Red- actually, I haven’t seen her recently either. She hasn’t been on a mission, has she?”

“I don’t think so?” Jessica flipped open a tab and scrolled through some of her notes. “No, but she has been on leave for awhile.”

“Really? What kind of leave was it, again? I think you approved that one.”

At that exact moment, Projekt Red walked into the office with a baby in her arms. “Maternity leave.” [not exactly the same universe but hush it’s fine]

“Awww!” The two immediately approached. “What’s their name?”

“Scarlet SilverAsh. I don’t think I can be in the tournament for a while, Doctor; we haven’t moved her to formula yet.” Scarlet fussed a little, which the Lupo solved by licking her forehead.

The Doctor nodded. “That’s alright, Red; I think I know the person to take your spot. Let us know when you’re ready to fight and we’ll put you in the rotation.”

“Thank you, Doctor. I’ll be watching today’s match from home. You can both come over, if you want; Encio’s making burgers.” She watched both of them blink several times. “What?” 

“He can cook?” Jessica asked.

She nodded. “There’s nothing he can’t do. I need to feed her soon. Let us know if you want to come over.”

“Will do!” Once she’d left, the Feline smiled to herself. “I’m looking forward to that someday.”

“Having a kid with me?”

Jessie set her head on his shoulder. “Yeah...We should call Waai Fu now, before too much press goes out.”

“Good plan.”

TOURNAMENT ARC 2: PHANTOM VS PROJEKT RED WAAI FU

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, Operators, Staff, and Esteemed Guests! Welcome one and all to the Top Operator Tourney!!! *crowd cheers*

“Thanks, Hung! Hiiiii everyone! It’s your lovable idol and Penguin Logistics delivery girl Sora here, filling in for Click on account of some rather inflammatory commentary she gave during the last one. Joining me in the booth, filling in for FEater after she punched the person who told them that, is Croissant!”

“That’s right, Sora, and I ain’t goin’ any’re! Now earlya Baws ‘nounced we had a lil’ bituva skejul shift, but looks like we still ‘ave a real good’un on our ‘ands. On the north side, wi’ 14 years of fightin’ ‘sperience, she’s student by day and brawla’ by nite, WAAAAAAAI FUUUUUUUU!” *cheers* “Ye, dat’s wut I wanna hear! Annnnd on the south side- hey, where’d they go?” *confused crowd noises* “Uh...Now I ain’t gonna lie, I never did meet dis Phantom guy? We sure he works ‘ere?”

“I mean, Medical had enough data to evaluate with, so I guess he does? Aaaanyway, looking at the numbers, it looks like Waai Fu has more combat experience and raw strength, but Phantom’s faster and trickier to deal with, so hopefully he shows up long enough for us to watch him work!”

“Ye, let’s ‘ope so! Baws itn’t at the podium today, but Amiya’s down there doin’ the hands, so let’s ‘ear it! 3! 2! 1! LET’S RUUUUUUUUUUUMBLLLLLLLLLEEEEEE!!!”

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Down on the ground, as the commentators blathered away, psyching the crowd up, Phantom watched his target from the shadows, blades ready but simply observing. His opponent, an orange Feline he’d never seen before, likewise watched, patient. This wasn’t his usual style...but if it was a show they wanted, then he’d give them a show.

“So you are my opponent.” He took a step forward. “Shall we dance our dance for the masses?”

“The Phantom, in the flesh...I expected to face you later in the bracket, but this works, too.”

His eyes narrowed. “You recognize me?”

“I’ve spent my life clearing the street of scum like you, who skulk in the shadows and take others’ lives for your sick games.” She took a defensive stance. “Your ring of thieves deserved its fate-”

“Do not speak ill of the dead, lest you join them sooner than you expect.” A step backward, and he’d vanished.

Two Phantoms emerged from her shadow, blades drawn to strike as they flanked her, only to find she was ready for both attacks; Waai Fu evaded their swords as knocked both Phantom and his mirror image to the ground. “Repent while you still have time.”

And then everything was a blur.

-------

“It’s like it started out of nowhere! They stared each other down forever, and then BAM! Also, why are there two of him?!”

“I ‘unno, darlin’, but I ‘ope Junior ain’t watch’n this! They’re go’n at it ‘arder ‘n an’thin rite now! I can’t even count ‘ow many blows they’re tradin’, but not a single drop of blood on the ground yet!”

“You can tell Waai Fu’s struggling, though - two on one isn’t a fair fight for anyone, but she’s holding her ground someh- OH, what?!”

“Oh! Oh! That’s the Seven-Styles Kick!! ‘Oly shit, I ain’t ever seen it in person bef’r, but damn that was some’n! And one of ‘em’s gone now!”

“Things have slowed down, and she is absolutely whaling into him! Punch, punch, kick, kick; he’s doing his best to evade them, but I don’t think he can keep up like this for long! Especially since he can’t- never mind, he managed to slash her once, at least, but that just left him open for a solid haymaker! He’s not getting back u/p! 1! 2!! 3!!! SHE’S DONE IT!!!”

“Wowza...Not as bloody as last ‘un, ey darlin’?”

“Waai Fu’s getting medical attention, as is Phantom from the looks...Hey, wait a minute, honey, did you see that?”

“See what?”

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Aak was there at Waai Fu’s side, local anesthetic applied and staple gun going to work. “A bit of medi-gel will get this patched up in no time...Hey, who was that guy, anyway? Never seen him around before.”

“The Phantom Behind the Curtain, Treasurer of the Night. He was the leading man for a theatre troupe known for less-than-savory wetwork who traveled the world as a closely-knit ring of assassins, although many didn’t realize their actual business until the day it collapsed.” The Feline sighed. “That one killed a crowded theatre with his voice alone. He didn’t want me dead, not enough to speak to me with his true voice.”

“Truer words, vigilante, have yet to be spoken” a spectral figure whispered in her ear, disappearing before she could identify them.

The other Feline next to her cocked her head. “See something? Mighta gotten some hallucinogens in the anesthetic again.”

“No, it’s...nothing.” She shook her head. “It’ll pass, whatever it was.”

“You’d best win the tournament now, child...For your father’s sake.” From the other ear this time, as if standing in Aak’s place.

On the ground, as Warfarin ensured Gaspard began his recovery, a black cat stepped out of the shadows and, once the Sarkaz was done with the greater part of patching him up, sat on his chest, gently pawing at his face. A slight smile came to his face as he and his Christine were taken to Medical for full evaluation; he might have been defeated in this battle, but the war for himself was far from lost.

[zweiherzen-a]

stop. shipping with all the scouts. that's unfair and you're treating rpers like they're disposable. Jerk.

✉ ➺ 𝒴ou’ve got mail!  ➺ ℱormulating response…Classification:  no source or meme located.  ||  you are not a nice anon

     ❝ WELL, IF THIS IS YOUR ATTITUDE right now, my friend, then I don’t believe that you will at all like what I am going to do next. And since you are apparently such a baby that the idea of a consensual relationship between several people in different contexts and different worlds is so very frightening to you... I am going to tell you exactly what I plan to do. Consider this your first trial of exposure therapy.

     ❝ Firstly, I am going to woo them. Romance must be invested in, after all... I will take them out to the places that they like, buy them the things they like and the things that they deserve to have. I am going to watch them smile, I am going to enjoy it, and I am going to ask them if they would to do it again.

     ❝ I am going to pay them attention, to share with them moments of intimacy; I am going to shower them with gifts given any occasion; I am going to cook them dinner, make their favourite things to the best of my abilities; I am going to take them to all the baseball games they want, to make sure I buy the tickets the very day they are out so that I can drive them out to the stadium towns over just so that I can see them HAPPY. 

     ❝ And at the height of it all, I am going to kiss each of them, confess to them just how feel, and tell them how good and beautiful and fascinating they are to me – each for entirely different reasons. Because, of course, they are all different people with different interests, different personalities, and so very many intricacies that make them their own person. Which you may or may not have failed to realise. I do adore them all equally.

     ❝ Who knows! I may even MARRY whichever one of them might have me, whether that be one or all of them. But, as you know, attendance at weddings are not obligatory, even if one is personally invited – which, unfortunately, you are not. It’s such a shame, too, because they’ll be all so nice. And coincidentally, you’re not required to be here right now, either!

     ❝ I’m sure you can show yourself the way out. There are buttons all over the page that will do what you’re looking to do. ❞

✧・ﾟ:*  [  - REDACTED -  ], [  @brawla  ], [  @aeiiopus​  ], [  @sootsouls  ]

[808repost]

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[mcka-a]

brawla replied to your post “,,,,,shipping call,”

question: am i allowed to like this but platonically

yes of course; any kind of relationship is welcomed !