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for @vagabondt ╱╱ gencio in my los muertos au honestly.
hey ! this is your end of school reminder that genji would be so proud of you for how far you've come –– whether you're finishing another year of school, just recently graduated, or are getting there, you're doing / have done great !
smooches. ♡
light red blooms 'pon the cheek where she lay her affections & he laughs, brushes a knuckle along the sharp curve of bone with a glance cast in her direction. she’s sweet, he muses –– he needs this, he realises, needs her in all her blithe being, the gentle touches & quiet understanding; she’s something solid & constant, even when her lips sweep his skin in some unbidden act on days like these.
❛ is everything alright ? ❜ he feels a need to ask, ever cautious even as he grins. ❛ or was that because you just couldn’t resist ? ❜
Run your fingers through my hair while I lay on your chest listening to your heartbeat
intended for @vagabondt ; my lavender skies and purple petaled dream.
i am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned / and i have to speculate / that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes; LIKE PUZZLE PIECES FROM THE CLAY.
riobeats:
i love my boyfriend!!! he’s not as good as a frog but his dumb noodle dragon is a strong OK
@vagabondt
i love my boyfriend !! even though he likes cuddling my dragon more than he likes me.
dreamlien:
“ afraid ? oh, my darling, you could have mccree’s hair and you’d still be as handsome. ”
she laughs, soft and quiet ― pleasant like the tinkling of wind chimes on a summer’s day. her eyes flicker with the light of enthusiasm but her words were heavy with sincerity. she understood many of the discomfort already resting upon his shoulders, so she took it upon herself to try & relieve some of the uneasiness ― even if it’s just a little bit.
“ hmm, ” finger presses against her lower lip, mocking deep thought. “ what made you choose that color ? ”
❛ i wanted to piss off the clan elders. ❜
he smiles, kicks his legs out & rests his head in the nests of his palms, fingers knit tightly beneath his skull. the fondness of the memory sweeps with a cool breath, pleased sigh leaving in a drawn exhale. / how their faces shifted, angry but with no authority to hurt him; he was young, foolish & without regard for anyone but himself & his brother. a quiet chuckle, ❛ hanzo hadn't laughed that hard in a while, of course i had to keep it. ❜
onekilled:
she wonders if he knows her. if, in another life, he spoke to the woman who previously inhabited her body.
the widowmaker only knows that this is against protocol to speak so openly, and to speak of such emotional subjects such as REDEMPTION at that – it feels wrong. her body remains positioned stiffly, back still, tall and taught as a stone tower, as though she were prepared to leap and run at any moment. this shell of a woman is clearly perpetually prepared to flee, like a wounded animal. she spits the word pity as though it left an acidic taste in her mouth. ❛ i do not want to be pitied. ❜
the metal chair grates harshly against stark white cell flooring. nine dark eyes watch his every movement. ❛ i cannot ‘ allow myself ’ to stop existing as a being who has killed, and who can be forced to kill on command. ❜
❛ ….. what did you have to do ? in the end, to reach this redemption.❜
his lips curl into some joyless smile ––– what he hasn't done to be here, after everything. he aches with the memory of it all, lungs heavy with the weight of regret as it chokes the pride from within his chest. he knows he shouldn't still be alive, impressions of disloyalty smearing every fragment of his mind. he thinks he can feel the bile rising again at the thought of it, but he shakes his head & cranes his neck, a mechanical act as he remembers the process of offsetting the pain, how far he has come. ❛ accepted it, & moved on. ❜
❛ but you & i are different, ❜ he continues, & it is not far from the truth, as far as trauma goes, but she is his equal, in every sense of the word. ❛ i do not know what you have gone through, & i will not ask that you share, just that you understand that i am here to listen. ❜
slips his fingers between lucio's & kiss he boyfren cheek. ・ ◡・
it was never unusual behavior between the two of them to be so casually affectionate. a smile blossoms, painted lips curling at the corners then spreading into something beaming and bright. fingers immediately lace and hold tight, his face turning when lips descend upon soft brown skin – warm, chapped, and wonderfully familiar. heart mummers, beating in the time with his lover’s; he turns face, gently returning the kiss in kind with his own.
how long has it been since he has felt THIS good. how long has it been since he has felt SAFE and LOVED, wanted in ways he never thought that could be. at genji’s side his fears are unrealistic, he’s wanted. someone to notice his absence, to remember his good times, to remember his bad times. someone to remember his BIRTHDAY even when he forgets it. it’s been SO LONG since he’s felt this good.
❛ hey, i love you! ❜
* MUSE’S WORST TRAITS.
aggressive / callous / cannibal / careless / compulsive / cowardly / domineering / envious / greedy / hypocritical / impatient / impolite / incompetent / kidnapper / lazy / liar / materialistic / murderer / obsessive / overcritical / overemotional / patronizing / sarcastic / self - indulgent / serial killer / torturer / touchy / traitorous / unclean / unpredictable / untidy / vain / vengeful
TAGGED BY : @astralord & @riobeats TAGGING : @ccmmand / @onekilled, @dreamlien idk aopwfiawpfo kis everyone just say i tagged u !
Someone hold my hand and do that little thumb rubby thingy.
@vagabondt change your fucking header
not until we get a fucking answer
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starter call | @vagabondt
“I guess there’s always just Gen if you’re not feeling Jiji.” They’re half a moment from namedropping Barefoot Gen before thinking better of it – a little too sobering a pop culture reference for the conversation. They’ve had better. “But I really don’t think Jiji is that kiddish.”
eyes curve with a great smile, watches the other with a certain fondness; amity is always welcome by him, & he appreciates the easy air that settles between them. lips purse as though he hasn't already accepted either option. ❛ are you sure jiji will not undermine my scary cyborg image ? ❜
sigruna:
❛ do you mind if i join you ? ❜ it’s quiet out here. the air is BRISK, it fills lungs long starved by confined space much too HEATED to endure. angela lingers the background, arms entangled around the width of a clipboard, held tenderly against her chest. she doesn’t want to intrude, won’t enter the frame without permission. ❛ i always liked the view. ❜ // @vagabondt
he swears he feels her breath before he hears it ––– too wary, constantly on the brink of slipping... he sighs, regards her with a more gracious air; she deserves as much, having saved his life. a smile in his voice & he shakes his head, sigh parting his lips as he watches over the precipice & looks upon the brushing waves. ❛ it is nice. we are lucky to be stationed here. ❜
dreamlien:
“ it’s … ”
her words are purposefully drawn out, baring teeth as she hisses her letter s like a snake. she peers at the mop of green hair and unconsciously thinks of a forest, ( my home ! oh, why does his hair look like it would be a good place to run on ? ) or perhaps a bird’s nest. she blinks, once, twice, and rests chin against her palm.
“ i think it’s great ! you look like … ah, an emerald mop. ”
oh dear, shouldn’t have said that out loud.
curious eyes watch her lashes flutter, lips pursed as curiosity weighs in the cant of his chin; he thinks she's a pretty thing, & he reckons he should trust her judgment. / a brilliant smile overwhelms him at her remark, emphatic laugh exhaled in a solid breath ––– that was new, & it almost sounded pleasant, the way she spoke.
❛ i suppose i should be relieved, ❜ he breathes, easy & low. ❛ i was afraid it didn't suit me. ❜
beyondredemp:
“Dude, why not? The devil is a chill dude, I bet. Probably has cool cars n’ stuff.“
❛ i don't understand where this conversation has lead. ❜
astralord:
❛ y’know, there’s a thing on earth for that. make love, not war. ever hear of it ? there’s just no way to get peace through violence, bro. & i’m not, ❜ air quotes, ❛ “ridiculing” you, alright ? i’m just saying, you’re worse than mccree at making friends, & he’s more open about it than you. the guy’s got a buckle ! y’know what i think you need ? i think you need a hug. ❜ spreads his arms. ❛ c’mon, bring it in. bring it in, man ! ❜
❛ do not compare me to mccree. ❜ a smile goes unseen beneath his visor, lips pressed in an effort to suppress the amusement arising from his breast; he almost indulges the bumbling man, having forgotten how fondness had felt in the time he's spent alone. ❛ & stop trying to touch me, star - man ––– i do not want your affections. ❜