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Ooc. Im sorry for being inactive. Im working on a scouts mom rp blog haha whoospie. Ill be on tonight.
ooc. sorry i havent been on lately i’ve been. incredibly busy
In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.
Albert Camus (via quotemadness)
hurt meme.
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
do not fear those who KILL THE BODY but are unable to kill the soul ; but rather FEAR HER WHO IS ABLE TO DESTROY BOTH BODY AND SOUL IN H E L L
Dragon.
❛ ——— I pray to blades of GRASS To find forgiveness in the weeds ❜ THIS TOO SHALL PASS // danny shmidt // @mercyheld
❛ I understand you still experience trauma, but tell me ---- why not forgive yourself ? ❜
A new patient.
❛ — NO - IT’S… It’s FINE. I’ll be FINE. Trust me, there is NOTHING you can do for me; except give me TEMPORARY shelter while I recover — or until my TAMER finds me. I’m not MADE the same as you; BANDAGES WON’T WORK ON ME. ❜
❛ I insist ! It would only get infected-- and seeing that no one is around, perhaps just some disinfectant and a wrap until you settle. Until then, do make yourself at home. ❜
The widow.
@mercyheld
the past few days had been Hell for Widowmaker. she’d been fighting a constant war between the thoughts creeping into her mind, most of which prompting her to feel things she had lost the ability to feel long ago. Memories had been flooding back in short bursts, emotions had broken through the - what everyone thought to be - inpenetrable emotionless force that was her mental state after ruthless experimentation. Simply put, she was a wreck — it was becoming easily noticed by fellow members of Talon. Despite being in a constant dispute with herself, Amélie had tried her hardest to keep going as she was. To keep shooting, keep killing. Each passing moment made the weight upon her shoulders heavier, making her only want to collapse and break down.
Why was she feeling like this? Amélie was no longer supposed to be Amélie. she is the Widowmaker - a ruthless precision killer created by the people she and her beloved husband once fought against.
Her struggle was by no means being ignored. She had noted the concerned looks, the raising of eyebrows and the sudden looks of contempt. Widowmaker was weakening and word of that had begun to spread throughout the Talon ranks —- forcing her to act somewhat accordingly. The only thing she could think of, was to visit Angela. Amélie didn’t trust her, nor did she particularly want to be in her company, but there were few other choices. She couldn’t flee, lest she be shot down, she couldn’t continue going on as she is otherwise her faction would turn on her eventually anyway. This needed to be fixed.
It was a hard choice to make, but, her reasoning for it was —– Gerard was dead. By her own hand. So, what could she possibly have to live for anymore?
A brow raised as she watched the widow maker walk into her office, a stern look watched the sniper before slowly folding her hands onto her lap. A smile slowly spread across the god complexed women’s lips as she nodded for her to sit. She was a god, after all. Bringing someone back from the dead was a rare case-- and only known that gods could do such a thing. She knew, deep down, she was truly a goddess among men.
Her hands slowly separate, the doctor slowly getting to her feet and began to circle the other like a shark. A menacing look left in blue orbs as she quietly examined the other with precise care. There were no physical wounds, as far as she could see-- and there were little sympathy. Her patience seemed to wear THIN as she quietly began to make a ticking noise with her pen in one hand. There was something completely wrong with the sniper, and she knew exactly what it was.
She was beginning to feel again-- to regret again-- to simply put, become the woman talon worked so hard to change for their needs, and theirs alone. If her experiment went wrong-- why, they might just KILL HER where she stands. Angela wasn’t ready for death, because like every messiah, she still had a mission to purify the world.
❛ What is the problem-- my dear ? Surely you must have something to say, what ? Does a spider got your tongue ? ❜ A malicious laugh left the doctor before sitting right back down in her wheel-y chair. Waiting for the other’s response.
3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack
Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…
Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!
“I love you.”
“I hate you.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“I guess so…”
“I guess not.”
“Love me, please.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“Please, hold me.”
“Pain changes people.”
“You haven’t changed.”
“Please don’t go.”
“Look behind you.”
“Go kill yourself.”
“I can change.”
“Don’t ever change.”
“Want a hit?”
“Do you smoke?”
“Fuck me now.”
“Take my hand.”
“Lead the way.”
“Duck and cover!”
“Just go home.”
“Take me home.”
“Walk me there?”
“Everyone, shut up!”
“Just shut up.”
“Please stop it.”
“Please don’t die.”
“I need you.”
“I want you.”
“Want a hug?”
“Want a kiss?”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you lying?”
“That’s the truth.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Oh my God.”
“For fuck’s sake!”
“I got it.”
“I found it.”
“Call me later.”
“Text me later.”
“Don’t call me.”
“Are you crying?”
“I wasn’t crying.”
“Please don’t laugh.”
“Please don’t cry.”
“That’s a lie.”
“What’d they say?”
“What’ll it be?”
“It’s last call.”
“It’s almost midnight.”
“Do you promise?”
“That’s a promise.”
“Are you serious?”
“Don’t bullshit me.”
“I punched him.”
“I killed him.”
“I kissed him.”
“I love him.”
“I hate him.”
“I lied before.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not sorry.”
“I’ll come over.”
“Can you come?”
“Want to cuddle?”
“Maybe we should.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t.”
“You don’t say.”
“Make me come.”
“Did you come?”
“I stole it.”
“I broke it.”
“Any bones broken?”
“Are you okay?”
“Are you hurt?”
“That must’ve hurt.”
“He was lying.”
“It’s our song.”
“Can I help?”
“Help me out.”
“Please, for me?”
“Anything for you.”
“I doubt it.”
“I believe you.”
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ooc. hello ! im a somewhat new-ish mercy too lazy to make another promo so in the mean time– like/reblog this if you’re an indie ow rp blog ! i’d love to have more interactions outside of ow as well !
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Thief.
SOMBRA eats as if she’s been starved. eager hands shoving forkfuls of malakoff betwixt painted lips. manicured nail points down to the rapidly decreasing pile of fried cheese. ❛ do you have more of these ?? ❜
[ @mercyheld + STARTER CALL ]
❛ I’m afraid that was what left of my L U N C H . ❜ Her expression focused on the other, as if she were to pull out a gun at any moment-- which if that was the case, she’d be ready.
Jamison.
“ really — it ain’t th- that big’a deal , HONEST. ” // @mercyheld
❛ Jamison------ I’m afraid it’s my duty to treat that burn. It is a 2nd degree, and I will not let you get it infected ! ❜
Patient.
The spacial beast snaps with a brewing, defensive hiss amid the warning to be heeded in tone, and glares sharpen to compliment. “Don’t you dare touch me with your filth– I am not sick.”
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❛ I see that you are very hostile. Look, if we are going to be together, we should work as a T E A M.Please, let me do my job, and I’ll be letting you on your way. ❜ The doctor folded her hands neatly down on her lap, fingers fiddling with one another as she examined the new patient she’d taken in. This wasn’t her first time ( experiencing ) the hostility, but at the end of the day-- it was her duty to tend to the wounded----- and he was the next one.
ooc. hello ! im a somewhat new-ish mercy too lazy to make another promo so in the mean time-- like/reblog this if you’re an indie ow rp blog ! i’d love to have more interactions outside of ow as well !
ooc. im in the process to remake my icons so brb