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@jisatsu-tai
Welcome to my blog! My name is Blue, she/her, and lover of all things Kaiju. This blog is a SEMI PRIVATE and SEMI SELECTIVE, LOW ACTIVITY writing blog for CANONS AND OCs of Blizzard’s Overwatch. Shuffle the deck and find something you might like!
main blog: @burnlaws
RULES MUSE LIST
❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat - @facetedspades because why not both.
Unnatural yellow eyes peer forward like small campfires toward him. Though no fear or reaction to the pulse rifle aimed to kill. She remained still staring down the barrel with her weapon inches from her.
“Do it.”
She slowly straightened to her full height, those firelight eyes shifting from the barrel to the mask lit up. “Do it.”
Happy holidays
@whiptrip
❛ did i do good? ❜ - @whiptrip
A roar of laughter ripped from synthetic lungs and he put his hand to the top of his head. He had played a lot of video games as a kid, fighters, shooters. Arcade games and otherwise. They were an escape. Along with the booze, women and men, drugs. All the bad stuff that every heir to a yakuza could do.
Ignorance.
But he had never been challenged quite like this. Met someone of a skill level parallel to his and he was overjoyed by it. “Not bad!” he put his hands on his hips. “Maybe you are a ninja, after all.”
@kcnshi
❛ you already know how this will end. ❜ - @kcnshi
In blood.
Wasn’t that how it always was? Someone’s head on a pike, ready to serve to the next master. If it wasn’t Carmen, it was Reyes, if it wasn’t Reyes, what was she even worth?
“You gonna punch a pretty girl’s clock just like that?”
The synthetic hair vibrated color, but some of the strands were broken and flickering. She smiled, “Best two out of three?” she spit blood on the ground, getting back to her feet, ignoring the blindness starting in one eye. She was going to have a lot of explaining to do. “Less you’re tired of beating me up.”
( 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse helps the other into a bath/shower after a traumatic event. or they bathe together. - @cybushin
“Genji--”
A voice of desperation calls out as her typing is interrupted by her sliding down the counter. Something wasn’t right. Her temperature was rising, and from the look of her vitals, the nanites were cranked up to ten. She was having problems keeping them stabilized, they were still so new to her body. She felt her legs give out and the lab echoed with a clatter. She dragged the entire table down with her as she nearly collapsed. Sweat sticking angelic blonde locks to her forehead. She whispered his name again, along with a slur of high german that didn’t get translated to the non-native speaker. She was breathing heavily. Finding him the moment he came to her.
“Ice--- I need to-- the nanites are too hot--”
Words came out as pants as the blood beneath her skin started heating. “Please-” she begged softly, feeling heavy, droopy. “Not like this...” she whispered. She was so easy to pick up, the armor was heavy, but the girl beneath was not. Easily taken to a room where they had done a lot of hydro therapy and turned the tub on, cold. He disappeared from her, and she started running the numbers, getting help maybe...? She reached critical in sixty seconds, she’d cook from the inside out, the nanites would canibalize her body for energy and then they’d die. She was barely conscious by the time he got back as she heard things clattering and splashing into the tub. Smart, ice. The pluge was only slightly bearable because someone had their arms wrapped up behind her to keep her head above the water. Laying against something even as her teeth began to chatter and her temperature dropped. She tilted her head back, looking at him with confusion, worry, concern. But if anyone could take the cold, it was him.
“Thank you...”
She whispered through chattering teeth.
@cybushin
( 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 ) ; one muse makes the other a warm meal to make them feel better. - @cybushin
When their mother had been alive, she had been a sharp and clever woman. Detailed and precise in everything she did, but with grace and beauty. He never questioned why someone like his father had fallen in love with their mother. She was perfect. And perfection came with fondness, memories of warm bowls of miso on a cold day. When the snow left layers on Gibraltar's surface and the north and south winds fought furiously. Snow often reminded him of his brother. Reminded him of the fighting winds and the chill it left behind. He slid the cup in front of him silently, moving from one side of the room to the other. “I made it strong.” because it seemed Genji’s taste buds were weaker after. And he inhaled the smell of hot miso on a cold day. And closed his eyes a moment to think of simpler times.
“To keep you warm.”
@dearfellxwtraveler
MY MUSE IS IN THE HOSPITAL. SEND 🛏 TO BE AT THEIR BEDSIDE WHEN THEY WAKE UP. - @dearfellxwtraveler
He hated to admit that he had seen worse. The blood dripping from parted lips was not to unfamiliar. It had been a long time since someone had bested him in a fight, even longer in one of accuracy. Gunshot wounds riddled his side, but none of them fatal. Maybe the other gunman was a better shot that he anticipated. They picked him up off of the hands of another. Half alive and barely conscious muttering pleas of forgiveness for a deed long done. You had to die. he said in his sleep. They told me you were out of hand. And he didn’t wake, probably sleep deprived from the past few days. Vigilant. He only stirred now, a groan.
“Where am I?”
MY MUSE IS IN THE HOSPITAL. SEND 🛏 TO BE AT THEIR BEDSIDE WHEN THEY WAKE UP. - @dearfellxwtraveler - Rey
“I’m at a disadvantage.”
He didn’t like being in places he didn’t remember. The walls were unfamiliar to him but the ache in his back and ribs felt familiar. Explosion. Talon, again... He winced with a soft growl, “I don’t know your name.”
MY MUSE IS IN THE HOSPITAL. SEND 🛏 TO BE AT THEIR BEDSIDE WHEN THEY WAKE UP. - @sixlaws
She’s falling. The speed at which she’s going now, from the height she was, she’s going to plummet to her death. Sixteen, no, thirteen seconds. Nothing to break her fall, wings broken, propulsion shot. Alarms. If the impact didn’t kill her, the sniper round that had pierce just above her heart. The nanites using all their power to keep her stabilized. The pressure beating against her threatening to take her consciousness.
Paris looked so pretty... from up here.
“I’m sorry.” Words broken over static coms, what was she apologizing for? For getting shot? For falling to her death? Was it her fault that the calculated plan went wrong. That the bright white target in the sky was being shot down like a lead balloon.
“I’m sorry- ah--”
She sat up suddenly, hand coming to her shoulder to nurse the gunshot wounds and several very hurt bones. There were things broken, but the pain was too blinding to calculate exactly what or where. She felt bandages cover her head and face, wrapped up like a mummy.
“Jesse?”
sixlaws:
Flint’s answer was an amused chuckle as he held out the drink for her, leaning extra close to kiss her injured shoulder.
“Door didn’t stand a chance against you. Shoulda known to get outta the way, right?”
Mountains would move for the softness of a cowboy. She leaned her head to the side to kiss the side of his head as he pecked her shoulder.
“I’m feelin’ better all ready.”
She took the drink, tipping it back and swallowing the contents with trill. “Oof, that is liquor.”
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Send 🦋 for me to generate a random AU using this generator for our muses! because AU’s are fun
fifty vine starter sentences for when it’s 3am
‘ NOT ON MY WATCH. ’ ‘ you thought it was over? … ha. ’ ‘ pepsi bottle? coca cola glass? i don’t give a damn. ’ ‘ aa … aaa …. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. ’ ‘ so you just gon’ bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift? ’ ‘ why are you running? why are you running? ’ ‘ just because my parents won’t let me get makeup, or piercings, doesn’t make me a fucking preppy. fuck preppies. ’ ‘ god first. skating second. hit me up on christian mingle. ’ ‘ welcome back to me screaming … AAAAAAAAAAA- ’ ‘ oh my gosh, is that corbin bleu from jump in? ’ ‘ it’s me, jessie, and ari, if he … if they test me they sorry. ’ ‘ okay guys … i’m about to say a curse word, you ready? … shut up! ’ ‘ on all levels except physical, i am a wolf. ’ ‘ i thought you were bae! … turns out you’re just fam… ’ ‘ i mean … you’re so tall, you must have a problem. ’ ‘ i sneezed, oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze? ’ ‘ sorry i’m on the toilet, hope the ice cream don’t melt! ’ ‘ oh my fuckin’ god, she fuckin’ dead. ’ ‘ I’M A BAD BITCH YOU CAN’T KILL ME! ’ ‘ we all die, you either kill yourself or get killed. ’ ‘ hey, my name is ____, i got a basketball game tomorrowwww, i’m a point guard. ’ ‘ i’m washing me and my clothes, bitch! i’m washing me and my clothes.. ’ ‘ MY DICK FELL OFF! ’ ‘ THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU. ’ ‘ so no head? ’ ‘ yogurt is just fruit sperm! and i’m not gay. ’ ‘ hi, welcome to chili’s. ’ ‘ that’s what good pussy sounds like. ’ ‘ stop saying i look like chicken little. he’s dumb, and he’s a coward. and i am NOT a coward! ’ ‘ if your name is ____ and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand! ’ ‘ bitch! why you mad? ‘cause my pussy pops severely, and yours don’t?! ’ ‘ merry crisis. ’ ‘ i love you bitch. i ain’t gonna ever stop loving you …. bitch. ’ ‘ what up? i’m ____, i’m nineteen, and i never fuckin’ learned how to read. ’ ‘ this bitch empty! YEET! ’ ‘ and they were roommates ! ’ ‘ is that a weed?! i’m calling the police! ’ ‘ today my brother pushed me so i am starting a kickstarter to put him down. the benefits of killing him would be: i would get pushed way less. ’ ‘ it is wednesday my dudes …. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- ’ ‘ i won’t hesitate, bitch! ’ ‘ welcome to bible study, we’re all children of JESUS! ’ ‘ i spilled lipstick in your valentino bag. ’ ‘ you are my dad, you’re my dad! boogie woogie woogie. ’ ‘ i got two free tacos! ’ ‘ road work ahead? uh, yeah, i sure hope it does! ’ ‘ turn off the flash, you fucking moron. ’ ‘ get that education bro! GET THAT EDUCATION BRO! ’ ‘ yes, she is a bitch. b i c t … h. ’ ‘ ohhh shit, what is that? who you fightin’? ’ ‘ don’t fuck with me! i have the power of god and anime on my side! ’
“What do you dream about?” (Pasiphos to Moira) - @facetedspades
The heterochromic gaze hitched to the others, delicately pulling at the strings of some live DNA on a slate of glass as she spoke, interrupting Moira's focus, but still tolerating the presence. Oasis was a hell of a place, but that meant she also ran into some people who were - in her opinion - useful but annoying. "I tend not to dream."
She answers flatly as she goes back to pulling apart the DNA strands again, "Dreams are the subconscious filtering out the activities or thoughts of the day." she mused back, "Which I tend to do daily regardless. so I don't dream."
❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder (Jack to Angela) - @facetedspades
It was familiar in all the was she had remembered. An attempt at comfort that didn't quite feel right but was genuine. He was trying. She wondered if he blamed himself, for what had happened to them. Or maybe he didn't care at all. She turned the icy gaze to the hand on her shoulder, and inhaled sharply.
"Are you going to scold me?"
She mused, gently pressing the cigarette to her lips. "It's hypocritical for a doctor to smoke, is it not?" she muttered against the warmth of the end, pressing it to her lips for another drag. The plumes fluttered forward and into the chilled air.
