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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@canardeur
Voulez-vous même me laisser revenir? Voulez-vous laisser la paix rester ainsi? Me feriez-vous mal? Est-ce que je vous cause de la douleur aussi? Je ne vais pas te faire de mal. Je me fiche de ce que vous faites. Cet endroit me manque. Je suis paisible. Qu'es-tu?
Hah, well that's to be expected. I should probably just delete.
𝑀𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃.
Send ☪ and I'll write about a dream/nightmare that my muse has had about yours.
dejavavoom replied to your post:To the assholes who want to know why i’m not...
That can’t be the reason because you are really awesome and sweet and lovely.
Pffffff oh my g o d ♥
To the assholes who want to know why i’m not active its because Im a huge loser
Sombra joins Talon:
Reaper: Be careful, Widowmaker.
Widowmaker: Hmm?
Reaper: If Talon knew what you were getting up to with Oxton on your so-called missions, they'd have you reprogrammed in a second.
Widowmaker: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Reaper: Sombra?
Sombra: Here's a picture of you pinning her to the wall. Here's one of you tearing off her clothes... here's an aerial view of the first photo... I have an audio recording of your night in Giza...
Widowmaker: Give me those!
Reaper: Weak. You owe Talon too much to brush them off for this so-called hero. Remember where your loyalties are.
Sombra: ...oh really, Gabriel?
Sombra: Was that night in Dorado you 'remembering' your loyalty.
Reaper: WHAT
Sombra: I mean, this video footage of you and a certain... silver fox certainly shows some kind of dedication. And stamina.
Reaper: HOW IS THERE FOOTAGE OF THAT IT WAS IN A MAINTENANCE CLOSET
Reaper: I MEAN
Reaper: SHIT
Sombra: Oh I'm going to have fun here.
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She knew she wasn’t taken very seriously bu the other recruits. It was always bothered her deeply. It almost felt as if they had no concern for her advice. It was almost as if she cared for them more than herself As if no one cared to listen to her advice. Swallowing back her own concern, she looked over the wound a second time.
〝 A simple bitotic injection should remedy this fairly quickly.. 〞
She mumbled to herself as she filled a syringe with a small dosage. She turned back to say something to her patient, Amélie, but froze in time when she realized what she’d said to her. She’d been caught off guard by being thanked, genuinely. Most others thanked her, but mostly in passing, or more or less from Obligation. Rarely did anyone thank her genuinely. Eyes flickered, clearly being broken from a deeper thought. She paused and offered the other a warm smile, albeit a slight blush forming on her cheeks told another story. She exhaled and kept herself humbled.
〝 It’s nothing, really… Just carrying out my er- Medic duties. 〞
She looked back to the syringe in hand.
〝 Well.. I suppose you know the drill from here.. 〞
Amélie was always such a wonderful patient person. Angela often wondered why she would even consider joining Overwatch with such a docile nature about her. She’d eventually tack it up to the fact that not everyone felt the same about violence, at least not like her. She let out a soft sigh and held the needle to Amélie’s arm.
〝 There will be a slight pinch and some pressure… and you will see immediate result in the next couple of hours. 〞
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There was a reason she had a call sign. Amelie was a different person on the battlefield. Maybe no one saw it the way she did, always on the back lines anyways. That’s where everything changed for her, golden eyes hardened through the lens of her scope. Those cross hairs being all Amelie knew, no, she wasn't Amelie she was The Huntress.
Amelie let a long breath steam through her nostrils with a smile, she always made sure to thank Angela. Where would she be without the woman? 7 feet under is where she, and many other people in this world would be without her. Passionate about her work, was tired from wanting to know more, studying, researching, always bettering her knowledge for the safety of her team.
On top of her extensive knowledge, she was a beautiful woman herself, golden locks curved to her face, tousled, a mess scrunched together to keep out of her sight. Though Amelie found it adorable with one string of hair decided to fall into the spotlight, Angela would get frustrated and urge it back into place. She truly was gorgeous, her skin was perfect, eyes like the ocean, and … was she blushing? That’s when Amelie realized she'd been staring for a little too long and averted her eyes away, chuckling at the stutter in Angela's voice.
"I am quite aware, Cherie."
A small nod, she wasn't afraid of needles when Angela wielded one, always precise and gentle, hardly ever any pain afterwards, and if there was it was nothing serious.
“Go ahead, I trust you."
And with a small laugh she said;
"You know we should get together sometime, when you are not working and I am not being treated for injuries."
𝑀𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃.
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@canardeur
“Here we are again, love.”
Her voice is disarmingly gentle, cheerful even– and it makes very little sense considering what the huntress has come upon. It’s nothing short of a slaughter, the time-twisting Talon agent has made short work of an entire overwatch ground team. Former friends, former allies to Lena Oxton now enemies (perhaps not by choice, but none would ever know).
She wipes a bit of blood from her face, ridding herself of the red-tint that gave away that she was the culprit of this crime. And those same hands formed into finger guns, pretending to ‘shoot’ the woman in front of her. A giggle is drawn from Lena’s lips, her eyes alight with something between disdain and amusement with the woman in front of her.
“The French are always fashionably late to the party, unfortunately, you came a bit too late.”
Blood. Everywhere. An Explosion? A Bomb….perhaps..? Slaughter was a kind word to use for this. Some of the bodies were unidentifiable. There was a rage behind the smile and cheerful accent her opponent gave off, a false grudge.
Again?
Had they done this before? Was this the Talon agent that had eluded so many times before they could catch them? Countless assassinations had come and gone… Friends of hers, comrades.. And … Amélie took a deep breath in, to ground her emotions. The longer they were in each other's presence, the more of a familiar aura she got about this particular agent. Though it was different, dark, there was a block in her mind, she'd TRIED to forget… She knew all too well before she wanted to even realize that this … This was Lena… Her Lena…
Hot tears filled the rim of her waterline, she didn't want to believe this. Gritting her teeth she took a step forward to confirm her fears, heart pounding, she was sure Lena herself could hear it, hell, the entire world could. Her facade was cracking by the second, her mind overwhelmed by so many different emotions;
Happiness; She was so happy to see that Lena was alive, after the slipstream accident Amélie couldn't sleep right again.. It still haunted her to this day.
Fear; Amélie was terrified, horrified even that Lena could do this to her comrades, they used to work together and now.. Their lifeless bodies lie down at their feet.
Anger; For the same reason fear was present; How could Lena Oxton bring herself to do this? Confusion also followed these two.
There were so many things Amélie wanted to say to the Talon agent, she wanted to scold her for joining a terrorist group. She wanted to know why she killed their friends.. She wanted to stop her, she wanted to prevent her from ever doing this again.. But what fell from her lips was nothing like that, voice riddled with agony.
" I…. I've missed you so much… "
DEJAVAVOOM’S 300 FOLLOWER BIAS LIST
Hey, luvs! I’m over 300 followers now. Thank you so much for the support and interest. To honor the many wonderful RPers I’ve been privileged to meet (and often befriend!), here’s a list of blogs I plan to follow forever.
The Sisters of Mercy (Fave Mercies): @mercifulresurrection / @angelic-descent / @wundertater / @good-nurse / @deus-angeli / @mercyoffiziellen
The Sniper Wifles (Fave WMs): @jesuislaveuve / @veuvefabricant / @toxxique / @thearachnide / @canardeur / @lacrcix
The Temporal Twinsies (Fave Doubles): @slipstream-oxton / @timewarpcd
The Golden OCs (Fave OCs): @dandclicn / @baiser-d-adiev / @prideofabird / @demonbounty
The Sundry Sweeties (Fave General): @meithebae / @mctherrussia / @honorandblood / @reapurrr / @jcstice / @utopaean / @riptire-rodent / @notanymore76 / @shortstoutandswedish / @mawatt / @the-good-the-bamf-the-ugly / @beautyandthemech / @honorablehorus / @robotfamiliar
The Mysterious Strangers (Folks I Admire from Afar): @novasurge / @climxtologist / @armoredheartandsoul / @securitychief-pharah / @dva0nline / @spaceape
Desire is like the sea, is washes over you when you least expect it. The waves are heavy and can drag you down to the depths. Desire works in tandem with passion and love, but she was convinced she could not feel these weighted emotions. Not until the sun shown itself in her smile. This woman was the only living creature that drew warmth into her chest and breathe life into her slowly decaying spirit.
Voice is dreary and hallow like the keys of a piano, An empty corpse clean of any attachments. Wiped of anything held dear. Bleached of what made it once human, It, It being a past happy woman. And now just a machine With a slowly beating heart The void calls to her, 𝐿’𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓁 𝒹𝓊 𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒
𝙳𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚣𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗.
𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒.
