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heartstolen:

you cannot save her you cannot save her you cannot save her you cannot save her YOU CANNOT SAVE HER you cannot save her you cannot save her you cannot save her you cannot save her

previously heartplagued / personals do not reblog / highly private & selective / by ashe.

#i openly hate myself i was tempted n then talking to matt just....... my wife. my dead wife.#IM GONNA WRITE ON ANA TONIGHT N QUEUE STUFF FOR TOMORROW THO.

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o’ wise woman, tell us your story? how many have fallen from a pull of your muscle? how many souls can you claim you’ve reaped? do you think of them – feel them, weighing down your shoulders as you put eye to scope, finger to trigger? does it get any easier? / understood by ashe.

#kicks up mleggy.

hassansan

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neoptunia:

(70/?)

#❪ ana / i’ve done some things that i can’t speak ❫

longer starter call! capping at 5 ish.

buroura:

hey kids! sorry i haven’t been around to write anything. i’m still here! i’ve just been struggling a lot offline — between being broke, trying to find a job, & family / mental health issues, i’ve been severely lacking for any motivation to do.. anything really. i’m gonna try to write on my blogs soon! i really miss writing & all you guys.

reb-chan

Tentatively put a little filter on this to up the contrast… Here’s Day 26, Captain Amari~

#❪ ana / i’ve done some things that i can’t speak ❫

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白鸽

#eye emojis @ ana in a suit holy shit #❪ ana / i’ve done some things that i can’t speak ❫

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Send a 💋 to kiss my muse!

his eye is fixated upon the doorway as she enters, her dainty figure quickly consumed by the darkness of the room, albeit the washed glow of the flickering television. over her features does a drained yellow light conform to the curves of her body and face, blue uniform exchanged for something more casual. she has her arms crossed as she approaches an outstretched hand, one which rest cloaked by a blanket that hardly covers long legs; and beside him sleeps a far smaller figure, whose head lay propped against his leg, solemn face undisturbed by the flickering light. the volume muted. fareeha is sound asleep, having been watching the television with him until she dozed off midway through an old animation he enjoyed in his younger days.

as ana surveys the two of them, reinhardt’s outstretched hand is met with hers. his tired eyes shut as her knuckles, fingers overtaken by a thumb far larger than hers, are risen to cracked lips that press a soft kiss against them. a welcome home. a half lidded eye that opens and smiles on its own, that promises her the day was good. she muses her gratitude as she bows softly to his side, returning a kiss over the discolored, scarred flesh of an eye which no longer sees, but closes upon the feathery contact.

the duo cast their eyes unto the sleeping child, a hand gliding over his shoulder, trailing up to the nape of his neck. in a worldless exchange of glances does he begin to rise, carefully slipping a hand beneath fareeha’s head. he eases himself off the couch, rounding carefully in order to lift her sleeping form into his arms. ana nears them, to take her precious daughter’s face and bid her a good night with a kiss to her forehead. fareeha continues to rest, only shuffling slightly to find greater comfort in the crusader, whose formerly blanketed form is radiant with warmth.

her hand traces down reinhardt’s arm as their gazes meet, softly musing an offering: that he stay the night. he had, a small handful of times before; missions oftentimes stretched late into the night, and reinhardt would merely find himself hours later being awoken by her as she returned through the door. with a curt nod did he accept, turning to go and tuck fareeha away, as carefully as he could, so as not to wake her.

#save.#ME - DYING ..#AAAAA THIS IS SO GOOD

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mistysuggestion:

your happiness is more important than mine and i’ll keep sacrificing myself for you until i dig myself 6 feet under

#❪ introspect / a quiet death was never meant for her ❫

i just woke up and forgot i made spongebob my icon

❝ do you remember me ? ❞

some meme idr which | n/a.

❝ do i remember you? ❞

SHOULDERS STIFFEN, JAW squared. chest constricts tight breaths. the question sparks memories, faded from years — vibrant eyes & smile dimmed by fighting. cold, distant, worn to the life. a cruel woman in the sniper’s eyes. estranged to everyone, even her husband. gérard always deserved better than a woman as harsh as her. ana had tried to understand — she had sympathized, knowing full well how hard it had been. she had seen it in many, not just amélie.

BUT THIS WAS not amélie anymore, she knows. she is colder than before, heartless. how ironic she finds it, that she was responsible for her husband’s death. gérard always deserved better. if he had realized it, perhaps he would still be alive. ana scoffs & raises her chin. the in her eye, reminiscent of the venom she saw through scope, moments before she lost her eye. widowmaker is cruel yet calculated, never without air of condescension. it’s been decades since she has felt such disdain. she mimics her, lips firm together.

❝ how could i forget? ❞

#??? i need 2 not rush while writing.#thewiidowmaker #❪ letters / my dearest child ❫