INFALLIBLE

[kirykeio-blog]

getting a few things queued ( hopefully ) but i’m still?? doing family stuff over the next week & am in & out of town a lot, but i’m reachable on sk/ype at “ aephus. ” & disc/ord at aephus.1462 & i’m totally down to talk about characters & plot, etc for when family stuff dies down !!! :^)

[zaffyrr]

my first Overwatch fanart! 💕 [on Redbubble]

[ilbagetto-blog]

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

[kirykeio-blog]

starter / lyric call.   undecided cap, aka i’ll do a random number of them.

[kirykeio-blog]

mechagain replied: please tho ?? like please let them be supportive of each other & hana being able to talk to her about anything im weeps

that’s so pure.. big sis angela tbh. always there for hana and caring sm about her

[kirykeio-blog]

🙊 is this just like. a friendship. i'm trying to go for friendship. :'^)

shipping  meme. 

listen i love??? dva and mercy being friends?? sm?? it could be such a sweet friendship??

[kirykeio-blog]

❤️ lol as if you didn't already know this

shipping  meme.

poses dramatically

[chevreamour-blog]

Shipping Meme

[aduain-moved-deactivated2018010]

flamebrain:

Send ❤️ if you ship our muses romantically. Send 💋 if you ship our muses sexually. Send 💀 if you ship our muses toxically. Send 🙊 if you ship our muses platonically. Send 👿 if you hate ship our muses. Send ✌ if you poly ship ours muses with another.

Send 👎 if you don’t ship our muses at all. Send 👍 if you would like to discuss a possible ship.

[kirykeio-blog]

if  we  claim  we  have  no  sin,  we  are  only  fooling  ourselves  and  not  living  in  the  truth.  but  if  we  confess  our  sins  to  her,  she  is  faithful  and  just  to  forgive  us  our  sins  and  to  cleanse  us  from  all  wickedness. 

private  /  selective  mercy  &  soldier  76.   personals  -  do  not  reblog.

[kirykeio-blog]

There stands the reaper, claws stained with the blood of another and what seems to be the figure of a young child . Gasps surrounded the ghost as he slowly made his way towards the doctor, only to gently place the poor child amongst the rest of her wounded . ' consider this ... a Christmas miracle '

voices  die  down  &  people  part  around  her,  sharp  inhales  marking  their  surprise.   attention  caught,  mercy  follows  their  stares.   no  one  stirs  as  he  approaches,  &  chills  run  down  her  spine;  shoulders  tighten  in  a  wave  of  fear.   a  place  of  healing,  a  sanctuary,  sacred,  for  the  wounded.   he  was  a creature  of  nightmares,  something  the  ill  would  never  deserve  to  lay  eyes  on.   but  he  was  here;  he found  her.

she  sees  the  child  &  only  stiffens  more;  her  composure  hardens  to  bury  her  dread.   what had he done?   she  wants  to  take  the  child  from  him  though  she  stands  frozen;  she  can’t  remember  the  last  time  she  saw  him.   here  she  felt  as  safe  as  she  made  it  for  patients.   no  harm  is  brought  here  —  it’s  meant  to  be  free  of  threat,  free  of  him.   holding  her  breath  until  the  reaper  sets  him  down.   she  moves  immediately  to  his  side,  checking  pulse  &  breathing.   he’s  okay,  &  she  looks  up  to  colleagues  to  motion  them  over  before  meeting  his  vacant  eyes.

this  is  a  reminder  she  never  wanted,  &  something  holidays  could  do  without.   he  knows  where  she  is,  but  reaper  brought  someone  in  need,  someone  that  she  could  help  instead  of  a  terrorizing  the  people.   in  a  twisted  sense,  angela  isn’t  wrong  to  consider  it  a  miracle  as  he  says.   this  is  humane,  a  more  gentle  gesture  than  she  thought  him  capable  of.   she  won’t  push  her  luck;  breath  shaky  she  inhales  deep,  her  voice  almost  pleading  beneath  her  brisk  demeanor.

❝   ---  leave  us.   ❞  

[wearepaladin]

Mercy Christmas skin by Matilda Vin

[kirykeio-blog]

---  cyborgain

@kirykeio

He hoped she wouldn’t be upset with him for postponing his visit for so long. Helping Zenyatta around the monastery had become such a focus of his that he forgot to even write back to the woman who gave him this second life. Guilt ate away at him as he stepped quietly down the hallway towards the infirmary he had been directed to. Maybe in this kind of meeting place, he would be spared whatever minor anger she might hold.

     “Angela! It is quite hard to follow directions in       German but I have found you!”

Ah… He forgot how quiet his steps were. Genji prayed he hadn’t startled her.

brows  raised  in  appreciative  surprise,  a  bright  smile  reaching  her  lips.   he  had  almost  gone  unnoticed,  but  was  familiar  with  the  silent  approach;  his  voice  only  drew  her gaze  from  a  computer  screen.   angela  laughed  apologetically  ---  it  had  never  occurred  to  her  that  she  had  sent  the  directions  in  her  native  tongue.   an  unfortunately  common  mistake;  the  streets  of zürich  often  had  her  forgetting  translation.  

❝   you  should  have  sent  back!   i  didn’t  realize;  i  could  have  sent  them  again  in  english.   ❞   she  laughed  again,  lighthearted.   ❝   i’m  glad  you  came.   can  i  get  you  anything?   ❞  

[overblotch]

my lack of Mercy has called for this

[andernell]

Be still my beating heart (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。

[kirykeio-blog]

---  dragonbladc

one-liner starter call

    “Doctor Ziegler! It’s good to see you again.     “I was worried you wouldn’t be able to make it –”

@kirykeio​

❝   i’m  sorry,  i  didn’t  mean  to  worry  you  ---  a  few  delays  here  &  there,  but  i  would  never  miss  visiting.   how  are  you?   ❞

[spaacemusings]

                   ——          &&; my heart has wept for those that i could not save

[kirykeio-blog]

❛ some people are so good at disappearing that you start to doubt your memories that they were ever there. ❜

a  softer  world  /  accepting.

a  laugh,  as  light  as  the  touch  to  his  shoulder,  escapes  her  but  masks  a  bitter  taste.   how  wry  of  jack  it  is  to  say  such a  thing  to  her,  &  she  cannot  help  but  feel  a  tinge  of  annoyance.   he  hid,  from  the  world  &  from  her.   the  woman  always  there  for  him,  faithfully  by  his  side.   she  remembers  him  missing  in  the rubble.   she  remembers  the  funeral,  the empty  coffin  laid  to  rest,  how  she  was  alone.   never  a  tear,  head  held  high  &  strong,  but  a  heart  aching,  begging  to  let  it  out.   she  never  faltered,  only  moving  forward  in  her  solitude.

❝   a  feeling  i  know  well.   ❞   she  replies,  hand  withdrawing  &  smile  vanishing.   somber  eyes  avoid  his  gaze.   he  had  become  a  ghost  from  her  past,  a  fading  memory.   if  it  were  not  for  haunting  reminders  of  her  failures,  angela  would  have  believed  it  to  be  a  violent  dream.   one  of  a  world  where  she  had  a  family  to  call  her  own,  despite  the  suffering  she  yearned  to  cease  throughout  the  world.   soon  she  had  nothing  save  her  work,  &  though  she  took  great  delight  in  it  all  &  knew  how  to  be  alone,  a  piece  was  missing  with  her  best  friend  gone.   ❝   you  were  gone,  &  as  soldier.  you  were  a  ghost.   however,  i  never  left  when  i  was  needed.   ❞

hands  fold  together,  her  head  bowed,  ❝   you  know  what  it’s  like  to  disappear,  but  i  know  what  it  is  like  to  wonder  if  what  i  remember  is  true.   ❞   for  a  time,  even  when  engulfed  by  her  work,  she  could  find  herself  wondering  how  much  of  their  time  together  was  imagined.   she  was  never  one  to  dream  so  wildly,  to  doubt  herself,  but  the  absence  had  her  weary  &  wishful.   part  of  her  resents that,  clings  to  it.   she  can  let  go  &  move  past,  though  she  may  never  fully  forgive.   however,  knowing  him  again  is  elating,  —  even  if  he  insists  the  man  she  knew  is  gone.