#death at the gates howling my name; bj blazkowicz

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Top 7 Characters of 2017 - William “BJ” Blazkowicz (Wolfenstein)

⤷ "Death at the gates again. Howling my name. Come on in, old buddy. Sorry I made you wait."

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Someone left what appeared to be a journal where B.J Blazkowicz would spot it. Most pages are full of written text, but none of which made sense to belong to any of the Earthen language. Poor old man would scratch his head trying to even look at it.

Was an alien present among the Resistance? That's wild. But in a realm where zombified men happened, anything could be possible.

(For the leave an object meme!)

Well.

While Blazkowicz was by no means a linguistics expert, he was familiar with what some foreign languages looked like from his time in the OSA. Mainly from the Nazis' invasion of various countries around the world. But whatever the language was in the journal someone had left for him? Completely and utterly foreign to him. Hell, he brought it to Set and even he couldn't make heads or tails of what was written, let alone what the language even was.

Still, even if nobody on the sub could really make sense of what was written in the damn thing, he figured it might be best to hang on to it. Just in case.

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« you barely survived. » (— Dr. Reid in the Wolfenstein timeline/universe, for Blazkowicz?)

Even as he groggily rose from the haze of sleep, feeling the pain of stiff joints and tended injuries seep into his flesh and bones, he still found the strength to respond. "I've been through worse."

Which certainly wasn't an inaccurate statement, given all that the Nazis had thrown at him and more. Even if, currently, he felt like he got ran over by a train, used by a Panzerhund as a chew toy, and stomped on once or twice by the London Monitor. At least one of those things was accurate.

Blazkowicz grunted slightly as he attempted to sit himself up - only to immediately regret that decision as a sharp stab of pain shot through his abdomen, forcing him to set himself back down where he lay on the cot. He definitely wasn't going to be on his feet for a good bit.

@errantwish

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changing some tags + dropping a handful of muses!

The changed tags are as follows;

cruel angel's thesis; eva unit-01 -> hell hath no fury like a mother scorned; evangelion unit-01

hellwalker; the doom slayer -> until it is done; y'shua blazkowicz

terror billy; bj blazkowicz -> death at the gates howling my name; bj blazkowicz

king of the monsters; godzilla -> lord of the sea; kaimaunahi

Dropping these muses;

EVA Unit-02

EVA Unit-00

Adding these muses;

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil - tagged as the right to be a god; albert wesker)

Blue (Jurassic World - tagged as terrible claw; blue)

Indominus Rex (Jurassic World - tagged as merciless instinct; indominus rex)

Odahviing (Elder Scrolls - tagged as hunter snow wing; odahviing)

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BJ in B10? Color palette fistfight w god?

I ended up adding more shades of blue/turquoise to the palette since I felt like it would've looked kind of janky if I just stuck with two tones (and I already used the darkest color for the lineart). But oooughh... OOOUUUGHHH... this came out so good... although he's kinda got that Godzilla NES color palette lmao

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🥀 How would both B.J handle the death of a loved one?

First and foremost, let's assume that the death of said loved one is caused, in some way, by Nazis. Because, y'know, Wolfenstein.

Generally? He's going to take it hard. He can bottle up his emotions pretty well, sure, but sooner or later he's going to have some kind of emotional breakdown. He will cry - just maybe not at first.

And while Blazkowicz will definitely be overtaken by intense sorrow and perhaps even some form of depression, most notably, he will be consumed with rage. Rage against the monsters that dared to take away his beloved.

Basically, this means he becomes a little more reckless in combat. A little more aggressive. A little more brutal. A nazi that might've just been taken out with a simple headshot may find their death being drawn out, if only briefly, for the sake of venting his pain and rage upon the people that dare to claim themselves as superior above all.

In other words, he's definitely going to be psychologically and emotionally emotionally fucked up by it even further than he is already.

And, as an extra; if someone were to even so much as intentionally harm someone that the Doom Slayer loved? He will go out of his way to make their lives miserable if it warrants it. And may God have mercy on your soul if you kill his loved one(s), because he sure as fuck won't.

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@brymstcne​ -- continued from here

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As soon as the man (was he even human?) spoke of Wesley, Blazkowicz visibly tensed.

The words the stranger spoke only served to confuse him as to just what the hell he was even talking about. The City of the Undying? Hell? Not a single one of them rang a bell in the Nazi-killer’s mind - although since he’d mentioned Wesley by name...

But when the entity, Davoth, spoke his name - it sent an ice-cold chill crawling up his spine. His pupils narrowed, his breath hitched oh so slightly - and he didn’t know why. Why was he familiar? Why did he vaguely recognize him? Why did he know, deep down in his gut, just how dangerous this thing was?

He cocked the shotgun, aiming it towards the being’s torso, finger resting on the trigger. “Listen, pal. I don’t know half of what the hell you’re even referring to, much less anything about half-bloods or a City of Undying, but I’m going to make it clear. You tell me just where you have Wesley or I won’t hesitate to blow your head clean off your fuckin’ shoulders.”

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“Yes, I may have made that up, but only so you’d believe my other visions, the real ones.” (-Wyatt, for BJ)

Blazkowicz could not help but raise an eyebrow at Wyatt's statement. To be honest, much of what he said to him before about this kind of thing, his descriptions of his drug-induced visions.. it typically went over his head in his effort to understand the other's point of view. Probably a sort of thing where he'd have to see it for himself to really get it.

"And would you mind tellin' me what 'the real ones' are, if what you just told me was a load of crap?"

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B.J was supposed to be minding his own business, wherever he was. But instead, an unsettling visage came to him, in the form of a man who looked *almost* exactly like him. Except he had black hair, and oh dear God, eyes of sickly, bright red glow. He also wore black with red accenting on it. "You should have seen what I'm doing to a friend of yours..." // @brymstcne

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Blazcowikz had the feeling of being watched - a feeling he was rather familiar with. He'd spin around, Schockhammer in hand, only to see--

Well. At first glance, he thought the person looked exactly like him. And of course his first thought was, did those Nazi fucks clone me? It wouldn't have been that much of a stretch honestly - his own body, after his public decapitation, had been a bio-engineered one created by the Nazis used to save his life and return him to kicking Nazi ass. What was to say that they used the rest of his original corpse for god-knows-what?

But he'd quickly realize that no. No, this wasn't a clone of him, but damn if they looked unusually familiar.

His grip on the gun tightened, his eyes never leaving the sight of the man. Everything about him sent chills up his spines - the odd attire, the physical similarity, those eyes. But when the stranger spoke, he'd realize that whatever the hell he was dealing with here... it wasn't of Nazi origin.

No, this was something worse, he knew on a instinctual level. He suddenly felt like prey, gazing into the hungry eyes of an apex predator. But like hell if he was going to run.

"You mind filling me in on just who that's supposed to be, pal?"

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23. Favorite video game character?

I can't.. I can't choose one... so FUCK IT you're getting a list instead

Master Chief, Thel 'Vadam, The Gravemind, Ripa 'Moramee, and Tartarus (Halo)

Doomguy (Doom, mainly 2016 thru Eternal)

B.J. Blazkowicz (Wolfenstein, mainly the Machinegames series)

Spyro the Dragon (Mainly the original/Reignited trilogy, A Hero's Tail, and the Legend of Spyro trilogy)

Zagreus, Thanatos, and Achilles (Hades)

Alduin (The Elder Scrolls)

Tracer and Sombra (Overwatch)

Alatreon and Nergigante (Monster Hunter)

Great Grey Wolf Sif, Darkeater Midir, and Artorias (Dark Souls)

Jak (Jak & Daxter)

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📚 What was their favorite subjects in school/studies? and 📖 Did they like to read? If so, what kinds of books?, for BJ

📚 - Blazkowicz, when he was younger, was fairly fascinated by history. He doesn't remember much of what he learned back then as an adult now, but he particularly liked reading about ancient societies like Greece or Rome.

📖 - He doesn't read as often as he did when he was a boy (because, y'know, killing Nazis and what-not), but when he does he'll read just about anything. Poetry, fiction, non-fiction, you name it. That was also true when he was a child.

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The golden skull of a helmet was situated on the Welshman's head, his breaths slow, careful, and quiet, as he finally forced the flash drive into the wreckage of the strange, alien-like ship, staring off at the screen, waiting for it to power on.

He said nothing, only practicing the familiar technique he had taught this A.I. long ago, while his fingers shifted and twitched, his whole body as tense as could be.

//agcnt1ne slayer au to bj :eyes:

@agcnt1ne

It felt like he was drowning when he first awakened.

Thrashing. Flailing, in a sea of nothingness. He couldn't tell where he was, what he was doing, how he got here. He couldn't breathe, smell, or taste; he couldn't see, couldn't hear. Nothing was certain nor real, save for his own voice within his consciousness.

Is this hell?

Am I ever going to wake up?

. . .

The unending darkness, much to his surprise, would give him an answer.

It began slowly, at first; what seemed to be stars blinking into existence. As the pin-pricks of light grew in number, so did the frequency that they came; more and more, faster and faster, until Blazkowicz could only see a sea of stars around him.

And among those stars, something moved. He couldn't make out what it was, no matter how hard he tried to strain his focus upon it. BJ could only discern that it was long; impossibly so, so long that it seemed to trail off into the darkness behind it. It was serpentine in body shape, and massive; where it moved, it blotted out the stars around it, leaving a silhouette of darkness where it resided.

It was coming for him.

Perhaps, if Blazkowicz had a more corporeal grasp on his own body, he would have done something. Tried to get out of the way, scream, close his eyes - anything. But no, it were as though he were paralyzed - or that he had no body at all; all he could do was watch as the serpentine, unfocused mass snaked closer, and closer, and closer--

And then he woke up.

Blazkowicz gasped, but he felt no air rush into his lungs. Instinctively he clasped at himself, only to find that he couldn't feel his hands against his body. He'd blink; once, twice. Trying to process.. what happened. What happened? Why did he feel like there was absolutely zero weight to his body, that he was in a constant state of freefall but without the feeling of his heart sinking into his gut?

Confusion, panic, the first word that came to mind slipped out from his tongue.

"W-Wes?"

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A gentle breeze brushed against BJ's cheeks. There was the faint sensation of hands, perhaps having been as scarred as could be, tracing along his jawline, and the feeling of thumbs rubbing his cheekbones. There was the faint sound of chatter from days of old that graced his ears, and almost seemed like a usually serious, yet now cheery voice beckoned him from behind, 'Agent Blazkowicz.' And yet, as quickly as such a comforting feeling arrived like he was back in London, in 1946, it was gone with the wind, besides for just one more thing. 'Count to four.'

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-- Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

Blazcowikz stood over his usual handiwork - the corpses of Nazi fucking bastards littering the floor around his feet, staining the red carpet an even deeper crimson. He trudged forward, boots crushing down on armor and skulls where he walked - he didn't care enough to bother stepping over them. They were all bastards, anyway; nothing more than dirt beneath his feet.

The breeze, however, made him pause.

The infamous Terror Billy stopped in his tracks as he felt the almost ghostly touch trace over his jawline, over his cheeks. And for the briefest of moments, he thought he was back there. In London, with him. Oh god, Welsey...

And just as quick as it had occured, he snapped back to reality - or was it unreality? He couldn't tell. Everything felt like he was walking through a thick haze, now. But those final words never left his mind - much like when they'd been spoken to him all those years ago.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

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“I’m going to count to five, then I’m pulling the trigger.” //agcnt1ne, wesley to bj? huehehehe >:3c

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A shaky, almost breathless sigh escaped Blazkowicz, as he stared down the barrel of the pistol aimed directly at his face.

"Wesley..you don't need to do this."