𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝.

their violent struggle darkened the skies.

[riobeatsa-deactivated20180630]

 for @vagabondt  ╱╱ gencio in my los muertos au honestly. 

[spaerow]

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  !

[spaerow]

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  ?     ❜

[affectionsuggestion]

Run your fingers through my hair while I lay on your chest listening to your heartbeat

[riobeatsa-deactivated20180630]

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.

[spaerow]

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.

[spaerow]

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.     ❜

[spaerow]

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.     ❜

[riobeatsa-deactivated20180630]

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! ❜

[spaerow]

*   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 !

[joelalick]

Someone hold my hand and do that little thumb rubby thingy.

[riobeatsa-deactivated20180630]

@vagabondt change your fucking header

[spaerow]

not until we get a fucking answer

[spaerow]

memoryserved:

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 ?     ❜

[spaerow]

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.     ❜

[spaerow]

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.     ❜

[spaerow]

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.     ❜

[spaerow]

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.     ❜