He may have been the first one to die – But I’m the one who paid for it.
I survived, but I paid for it.
As adored by Gato & Cake (do not tag as shimadacest)
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He may have been the first one to die – But I’m the one who paid for it.
I survived, but I paid for it.
As adored by Gato & Cake (do not tag as shimadacest)
Genji: What’s wrong, Hanzo? Don’t you recognize me? Hanzo: You may call yourself my brother, but you are not the Genji I knew.
Genji: What’s wrong, Hanzo? Don’t you recognize me? Hanzo: You may call yourself my brother, but you are not the Genji I knew.
HELLO FELLOW KIDS
This is for my own peace of mind but holy shit
As many of you've noticed, I have not been on this account for MONTHS. And before I left it was so noticeable that my muse was not okay. To me it feels tainted here. I felt like one person tried their very best to push me away and make me feel unwanted. Something I am very angry about because it worked. I still don't like looking at this specific account because of them, even thought they're gone. My friendship was bought, and a lot more things happened that I'm not petty enough to go into details with.
I wanted to give that small explenation on why I moved elsewhere. Believe it or not, there's also another reason I bring it up:
Please be weary of people who try to buy their way into your life. Be weary of those who seem too nice to be true. Keep an eye out for yourselves and your own well being.
Don't believe everything you're told without any evidence to support claims that make someone else look bad (like say, someone's name getting dragged through the mud and you believe them because the one telling you is a friend. But there's no proof--)
I am fond of this RP community, I am fond of you guys. So please take care, love yourselves. And stay unbiased.
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LAZARUS. And you swore that you would never fall in love again with someone like him. And god did you swear. You screamed to the heavens and you wrought hell onto the ground below your feet. But look at you now. You are weak and you are weak for him. You forget that you need him. And you do not come to realize this until he is at your doorstep. His light, the light that you stole to fuel your wildfire, brightening your stars anew. ICARUS. You have flown too close to the sun. And with that, you plunged into the raging sea that was him. You were coated in his darkness as he stripped you of your feathers and snapped the last of your light in two. Or so you thought. No, you still shine. And you still shine for him. Take this shadow and give him purpose again. For he needs you. As you need him.
HELLO FELLOW KIDS
{This blog is now more or less an archive. I’ve moved elsewhere within the fandom. Starting and building up slow again}
{That moment when you realize 76 and Sombra are after the same fucking information. For very different reasons.}
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She fought an inner battle, one intermingled of hate and nostalgia regarding the turmoils of the past, but one thing that remained a constant was his smile. It seemed far more haggard, less freely given – but in her mind’s eye it was not any less bright.
It was simply nice, to see him smile. That even after all these years, after all what happened, he was capable of such. Their burdens weighed so heavily down upon them both, she had feared it had crushed him underfoot.
“There is not much a woman like me can do in a hospital bed.” She tapped the patch covering her missing eye with a slim digit. Her voice was more heavy – belaying the obvious lie. Ana Amari was many things, but an idle woman she was not. “Infamous? Feh! The only infamy here were the reasons why you earned my fury.”
Worried sick, most of the time. But she wouldn’t speak such a thing. It was all too well known and she hated that it was.
Her playful cadence wavered out of her voice as she eyed him softly this time. Every wrinkle and scar on his face that was visible, to the strands of grey-white that made up his hair and matched her silvery locks.
“A little, perhaps. But every boy grows up eventually. He just needed the time to do so, and he was never given it. Not during Overwatch’s life, at least.”
Jack was lucky he was sitting across from her than beside, because she would’ve clipped him around the ear for such a comment – for old time’s sakes if nothing else. She curled her lip, wagging her finger at him.
“I was never small. You were just too tall, Jack. Age hasn’t changed that for you, sadly. Perhaps now you will take pity and assist me up into the high to reach places.”
What was it about Ana that put him at ease so easily? She had disarmed his attitude so fast, so easily. No point in complaining about it-- it was better to view this as a gift. A moment's respite from the world, hm?
Let's just take it as such. Let them be selfish and hold on to this.
“So you didn't stay there long. Sitting still never worked out well for either of us.” He'll drop the subject, eyeing her patch with some curiosity. The story behind it he knows too well, a pang of guilt shooting through him one again. We thought you were dead. Thank God she keeps talking. Jack grins in full-- surprised at it himself-- leaning back with arms now crossed. “Come now, Ana. I always behaved myself.”
That grin of his crumbles, a scowl taking its place. “They didn't give any of us time.” For anything. They took it away from them. Jack's certainly thankful for her ability to change the topic so effortlessly, coaxing the soft smile back out, posture relaxing.
“Hah, I wouldn't dream of regarding you with pity. If it's my help you want, you'll have it.” Jokes were made, but this held a lot of truth to it. Just say the word and you'll have him by your side. As he hopes you are at his.
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Jesus christ it sounds like a flood in there
{It was so much worse No wonder I was demotivated for ages}
{Why the FUCK do I have 50 drafts? I've been in a lot of pain over this muse, it's a very long story I don't feel like explaining. But y'know? He's too important for me to let go. I just gotta figure out how I wanna start over. There's threads that I don't want to let go. And now I'm not sure how to even decide between what to drop and what to keep.}
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{Also trying to figure out if I wanna move the entire blog to a new url. I do have one set aside just in case. God, I don't know what to do}
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🎃 ~ Happy Halloween ~ 🎃
From your spoopy friends @temperedtranquility, @deathbrcught, & @saltygrumpdad Art courtesy of @mistahmuffins
{Friendly reminder that I am VERY lowkey lurking around because this old muse needs a break and is overworked. I may be elsewhere in this fandom, we'll see}
Inktober 2016 #8 Messed up jack’s arm :’(