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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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MOVED TO EMAERITUS
this blog is now an archive no longer following anyone and only has replies and answered asks. if you wish to continue interacting with brighid please go follow her on her new blog. <3
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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beyond this place of wrath and tears, looms but the horror of the shade, and yet the menace of the years finds, and shall find, me UNAFRAID. It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, i am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my SOUL.
                                             independent. private. selective.                                                       original character                                                           loved by bean                                  RULES. || BIOGRAPHY. || VERSES. || TAGS.
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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@mercyprevaild | ( cont. ) 
           The tension has been killing her, and here with Rick just enjoying a beer and a half as if they’re teenagers sneaking out rather than two lonely survivors during the end of the world makes her happier than she has been in a long time. The question falls from her lips before she even realizes it, but there’s no regret coursing through her. And judging by how Rick is looking at her Brighid should have no fear of rejection. 
A smile spreads on her lips and she brings a hand up to bury in the hair at the base of his neck, something that the brunette has always wanted to do. The unruly curls have always called to her and they’re just as soft as she thought they would be. 
          Before kissing him though, she rests her forehead on his, “If we do this,” she murmurs, “there’s no getting rid of me - I hope you know that.” There’s a teasing underlying in her tone but there’s also a sense of honesty. Brie’s in deep and this is out of the fire and into the frying pan. She wants to make sure that this is as serious for him as it is for her. 
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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OOPS
still much under construction when it comes to like the tags and such but i just had to. he’ll probably be mostly crossover verse/au and low activity cause the sw rpc scares the fuck out of me
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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ASH.
‘ I’m covered in sick. ’
It doesn’t matter how often this happens and how much of it happens to land on him ; he hates it. He can tolerate it to the point of seeming borderline oblivious, or he can be seen furiously wiping at his face and trying to get the biological soup of an exploded deadite out of his eyes. It’s a what you get when you get it type of lucky, random scenario. 
‘ They’re … it’s – it’s dead. Nothin’ to worry about there.   But I’m so, fucking certain, I am going to get some horrible fucking disease   one day, and it’ll be because of this. ’
Hardly. The necronomicon would never let something as simple as sickness claim his life ; but he’ll bitch and moan all the same.
‘ I need a towel, for the love of Christ, babe. Hand me one. ’
“I see that,” she replies eyebrows rising at his tone. How Ash gets in these situations, she can’t for the life of her figure out, because sure the job got messy sometimes but she was never covered in shit as much as him. Then again he kills them with a chainsaw.
“You ever consider getting rid of the chainsaw and swapping for something a little more clean like a machete,” the brunette teases as she swings her backpack around to the front and starts digging through it. Pulling out an old shirt she hands it to him so he can wipe off.
“I don’t have a towel, but I have an old shirt.”
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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@armyofdrkness | ( cont. )
A bright grin spreads across her face despite the horrid, putrid smell that is wafting from Ash’s form to her nostrils. “You’re one to talk Mr. Snarky.” As much as she is entertained by his appearance, there is concern written in her eyes, “No but seriously, is this something I should be concerned about too or do you have it under control?”
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ trust a sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ ————— not until you find out what they did to 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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GNOME STEALER.
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  the idea that his neighbor had done something to earn the prank was laughable really; he would have done it out of boredom if nothing else. it was funny to picture the gnome wreaking havoc and he looked forward to seeing it in the headlines. “a little bit of both. the asshole called the cops because my music was too loud one day and when i saw how attentive he was with his yard, i couldn’t resist.”
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           “Ah,” Brighid nods her head in understanding. “Of course, everyone knows how important your music is.” Her tone is teasing and she’s still fighting a small smile, albeit very badly as her lips are quirked upwards in an amused smile. “Remind me never to willingly get on your bad side or my plants might go missing.” She’s joking - Brighid doesn’t even have any plants. 
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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@mercyprevaild said “ what are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night. ”
          His words cause her to falter a bit, a light blush dusting her cheeks. Brighid hadn’t exactly thought much about it, but she’s facing a rough bought of insomnia,and she knows Rick suffers the same so she most likely wouldn’t be waking him up. Rick’s presence has always calmed her, even if they’re not even interacting - just having him around is enough. “Oh, sorry. I figured you would be up, I don’t wanna bother you though.” Offering him a small smile she turns away to leave him be.
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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ASH.
his careless and goofy persona is effervescent and eternal, never faltering until, well, it does ; but the way he holds her in his arms for the few moments the hug goes on for makes it obvious her observations are 100% correct. ashley j. williams, teddy bear extraordinaire. 
‘ idunno, kid. tricks or no tricks, i think the next   time you up and leave like that, i might take it personal. ’
a venomless threat.
           Though his words were said in jest, her smile falters. She has a tendency to run away when she feels herself getting close to people. Ever since losing her own family Brighid has kept people at a distance. So she just left, went traveling for a bit, doing some hunting here and there, and then had a revelation. Being with Ash, trusting someone as a friend, as family, felt good and she missed it. So yeah, she decided to go back and thankfully, Ash didn’t take her disappearing on him to heart. 
“Ah, you know me, always bouncing from place to place.” Shoving her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket the Marine shrugs, “Not really belonging anywhere. You’re lucky I like you enough that I came back.” Brighid teases but there’s a vulnerability in her eyes. 
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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@evilsded | ( cont. ) 
          A laugh escapes her in one swift release of breath as she’s walking towards him to give him the hug that he’s requesting. “Don’t care, my ass. Ashley Williams you are a teddy bear of a man, and I know you secretly love me,” she teases pulling away from the hug with a clap of a hand on his shoulder. “Besides, you can’t get rid of me that easily, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” 
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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MANDALORIAN.
@praetervehor​ sent: “Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” ► FROM LATE NIGHT WANDERINGS
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Dank farrik. So much for finding room and board without incident…
“I’m a fool,” the Mandalorian says without hesitation, hoping it ends at that as he walks past where the woman stands and thinks little of what she said. It isn’t his fault his course had him landing on this planet at some uncalled for hour, and frankly he’s tired of the cryptic shit.
The Mandalorian had been counting on the local inn to have more drunkards than anyone wanting to make conversation with someone decked in beskar. But, past occasions permitting, at the moment he wonders why he even bothers with optimism.
The innkeep approaches him when he reaches the counter, and the Mandalorian communicates his need to stay the night (and how whatever bread and broth they have left would work, too). Unfortunately, while he has enough for the food, he doesn’t have enough for the room, and he sighs quietly at that. While he isn’t necessarily without money, there are more important things for his credits to go towards.
So the Mandalorian asks if he can take the bowl outside to eat, and after he leaves five calamari flan on the counter as collateral, he watches as the innkeep hollers towards the kitchens for someone to bring his food over.
While waiting, he leans back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. No board isn’t the ideal situation, but hopefully the rain doesn’t end up pouring through the night.
          An inquisitive brow lifts at his response. She knows what he is, it’s not like he’s exactly hiding - it not with that armor. Brighid doesn’t even know why she really said anything in the first place - perhaps it’s because she’s never seen a Mandalorian, only in history books. In fact, she had thought they were all dead. So color her interested. 
Brighid falls silent watching the Mandalorian intently as he asks for a room and food wondering only to realize he doesn’t have enough. There’s something pulling at her gut about him, call it instinct, the Force, whatever it may be, she’s moving before her brain even realizes tossing credits on the counter for the innkeep. “I’ll pay for his room and food,” she states. She’s not rich - definitely not, but she’s comfortable enough in her work flow and current financials that she can afford this one good deed. 
          For some reason she’s slightly embarrassed at her sudden show of charity. Eyes flicker towards the helmet not entirely sure if she’s made eye contact, before swiftly looking away and moving to leave the counter. 
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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@saltnburn​ | ( cont. ) 
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          There’s a fluttering in her chest hearing his question. Her own confession was from the bottom of the heart, and while she meant it wholeheartedly, there’s still a part of her that’s terrified of getting close to someone again; letting her guard down completely. But who is she kidding, Sam wiggled his way into her heart a long long time ago. The happiness bursting from her is almost painful, but it’s the good pain, the kind of happiness that makes you cry because everything is so overwhelming. 
Taking a deep breath, the brunette nods emphatically with a bright grin before giving Sam a passionate kiss. “Of course I’ll move in, that is if it’s okay with Dean.”
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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GNOME STEALER.
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          if he can’t find trouble, he’d create it. 
      for a demon that was easily amused and prone to all manner of mischief, niether was particularly hard for him. this is by far the best prank he’s pulled and he’s looking forward to watching the chaos it’ll cause. 
    ��   ❝ the neighbor, yes. gnomes? not at all. this one should be halfway across the world by now, freshly animated. ❞
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          A smile curves at the corner of her lips in amusement imagining people’s reactions to seeing an animated lawn gnome. The local police sure will have a fun night wherever the little fella is. “So what exactly did your neighbor do to elicit such a prank, or is this merely for your amusement.”
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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QUARRY - PUPPY.
Hearing her apology, Puppy turned - but only in time to look down at the devices on the ground a second before they activated.
On the one hand - quite literally, in his case - he fed off electricity. On the other, that didn’t mean he was immune to it; he had to siphon electric power at his own pace, otherwise it risked overloading his machinery, sometimes with catastrophic results.
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In this case, the discs on the ground delivered enough of a shock that his metal arm crackled loudly with a few sparks, and his body ran tense, his display a mess of static and images all glitching between one another. Finally Puppy dropped. Paralyzed for as long as the electric shock lasted at least - but more importantly, knocked unconscious altogether. For now. His prosthetic arm gave a few more short sparks, the accompanying metal hand twitching once, but his helmet was dark and unresponsive.
            Brie waits apprehensively until his body drops, and even still she approaches with caution. Sometimes quarries do this, pretend to be unconscious or paralyzed to get the drop on her and then run away. Pulling her blaster out of its hip holster she keeps it pointed at Puppy during her slow approach. 
He doesn’t move, which is promising at least. With her boot she nudges him. Upon receiving no response finally her blaster is back in its holster and she’s getting her handcuffs out to secure him. Once hands are secured, the bounty hunter drags him and props him up against a crate. 
           Either he wakes up soon, or she’s going to have to carry him, which she would much rather not do. 
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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@dissolvedshadows​ | ( cont. )
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           “Uh....” Not exactly what she was expecting, she was expecting something more diabolical rather than something resembling a high school prank. “Do you have something against your neighbor....or gnomes?”
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praetervehor-a · 3 years
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@saltnburn​ asked “ Smash or Pass + Sam “
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           “Do I even have to answer this? Smash, always. I mean I would hope that you would answer the same!”
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