DEATH COMES.

DESCANSE EN PAZ. I reap what I sow because I know my own sins. Are you prepared to do the same for what you did to ME?

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                                    Yo, what'd I miss?

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( MERCY )

     she didn’t even blink in the wake of his question, in the wake of her greatest mistake literally in the flesh of his face. clawed into, scars like canyons – her gaze stayed trained evenly on his despite how much she would have preferred to look away. not out of fear of him but out of fear of what she’d done. her own lazarus. death undone but the blood still stained her hands. he didn’t want to even be this close to her if observation served her correctly. but to discount all the grief and personal torture she’d put herself through as some kind of penance – she took no pleasure in what she’d done.

    ❝ since it happened, Reyes. ❞

                    Gabriel was not subtle in his obvious discomfort in her presence. He was a man of few fears, but she had struck pain into his soul --- whatever soul he had left. He feasted on the souls of others. How much of his own spirit could be left? He’d become the very thing children feared in the dark. He’d become the thing he once feared lurked in the night. He’d lived with the painful cost of all that he’d become for years. Exhaling in a puff of black smoke, there was a permanent scowl on his face with perhaps the slightest hint of a bittersweet sneer.

                                             “Of course... and how much does it hurt you?”                                                         Besides the sleepless nights, do you wake up                                         with the feeling of death in your bones? Your own cells eating                                         away at themselves? Your skin peeling away from your body to                                                                         disappear into thin air?                                                                                            Spare me, doctor.”

                    His voice turned into a growl, claws curled into fists though he was holding back much more than he’d wanted to say. He was... a changed man. At least, he was trying to be. The opportunity was gifted to him by none other than the man who’d helped put him in his position... not that he’d quite remember all that. His memories were mangled bits and pieces --- much like his appearance. He was living off the information fed to him by the Soldier himself, but his psyche clung to some of the most painful of those. 

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Gives him a smooch =3=

                                                                          ( @peilot )

                                      Yay Kissums!

                                                         “Feliz año nuevo to you too, mi princesa.”

[peilot-archive-blog]

                                                      Let’s get rich and buy our parents                                                          Homes in the South of France                                             Let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters                                                          And teach them how to dance                                             Let’s get rich and build our house on a mountain                                                          Making everybody look like ants                                                   From way up there, you and I, you and I

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[ufficiosulretro]

I needed to relax so here are some lazy Reaper doodles with some very lazy coloration. It worked! (∪ ◡ ∪)

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Me, ten minutes into coming back to Reaper's blog: what if I went back to my Obi-Wan blog?

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coyomerde:

– -“Qué? Es mi español tan malo?”

Merely smiling wider at Reaper’s threat, he crouched down to peek into the building, giving no other indication over being caught in a lie while getting his look-see. Let the specter be irritated. It put him in a better mood, somehow. Guess it made the man seem like just that– a man, not death’s proverbial wings. Better a monster in the dark than that.

“Two point thirty ‘till,” he answered, glancing at the drawn guns but not following suit. Their jobs were separate; use of a gun on his part meant he’d done his incorrectly. Whatever his partner thought, Benji had his pride. You know, at least when it came to his work.

Chin resting on his palm, he bit back a tell-tale grin. “… now, this one time m'friends and I got drunk n'went skinny dipping on the coast.”

                    One of his guns --- the one farthest away from Cursor --- was placed to the side for just a second Reaper raised a hand to his mask, clawed gauntlets slowly dragging across it. What he’d do to have a silenced pistol right now. The boy’s pronunciations were horrid, but he could ignore that if he weren’t being persistent in his annoyance. At least he seemed to still be doing his job for now. A stream of black smoke crawled from under his mask and into the air --- an indication of the silent sigh that he left out.

                    Two minutes... good. They were on schedule. He knew where he needed to go as soon as he could get inside, but he had to depend on this incessant boy in the meantime. God help him. Moments like these he wished for the company of Widowmaker and Sombra... something he seldom thought he’d admit even to himself. He was counting down the seconds until the boy opened his mouth again.

                    “Q̮̱͢u͚i̖͞e̥̱̺̼̯͈̺t͎̰̟̫͕.” Reaper hissed with his voice distorted from anger as he turned to face Cursor as he lashed out, swiping two claws across his open mouth as he insisted on telling his made-up story. Only an idiot would reveal something truthful like that while working with Talon of all places. He wasn’t stupid enough to fall for that. “I  D̙O̶̦N̥͎͓̗̼̞'̧̜̣̻T̛͎̖̪ care about where you come from. I don’t care about you or your friends or your family.” His hand latched onto the boy’s face, the tip of the gauntlet on his thumb pressing into flesh to pull his mouth up into half a smile. “Sigue hablando tonterías y me aseguraré de que estén todos muertos por la mañana.” He shoved him back, “Now do your job, if you know what’s good for you.” He growled, dissipating into smoke as the trail slipped over the edge of the building.

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                              Is it too late to reply to threads I left before hiatus?

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Gives him a smooch!!! Kissums!!! And a butt squeeze. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 💕

                                                                           ( @peilot )

                    Kissums!—

                                                          “Was that really necessary?”

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peilot:

          “Well, who else is gonna be my sexy assistant? The position of secretary is a sacred one, y'know. Who else will be there to sprawl on my desk and distract me from this very important work?” Smiling to herself as his lips touched so carefully against her mouth and cheek, fingers playing around her wrist, Lena felt her chest flutter. How silly it was, but she mostly didn’t care. A slight thrill in keeping their affections hidden came shortly after.

          “They’re grants for Winston I told him I’d get done… They’re due in a couple weeks and I only just started looking them over. This is how we’ve been getting our budgets for missions since we’re not sanctioned by the government anymore.”

“Back in a tick with your tea, cariad.”

                    “Sexy assistant? Interesting choice of words.” Gabriel mused, leaning his elbows onto the desk with his cheeks in his hands when she backed off to leave the room. “I’m too old for sprawling out, but I’ll see what I can do.” He grabbed the first file in his reach and leaned back in the chair. “Tch... what I’d give to have unlimited government funding again.” He sighed with a puff of smoke released from the corner of his mouth. “Those were the days --- did you know how many desks we broke just because we were bored?”

                          He waved her off with two clawed fingers. “I’ll be waiting, cariña.”

[hellothisistruth]

He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal.

(via hellothisistruth)

[rumplingz]

when your weird smokey body keeps creating eyes

[sylvonyx]

Winter Reapotato!!

[lifewhatisthat]

this au just gets worse and worse the more i draw it

[lostwolfy-deactivated20160427]

I used to punch walls until my knuckles bled because I was filled with rage and anger, now I punch walls until they bleed just to fucking feel something, or to at least try.

(via joellewritcs)

[hedonist--poet-deactivated20240]

My mind is a very dangerous and destructive place.

Hedonist Poet (via hedonistpoet)

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