#2deaths

[d4wnbr34k]

(Saved 19-01-29)

Level fifty in coming with @hiddenisme-blog

I laugh every time I read 0 healing done, it’s like yes me, a Pharah, will magically begin to heal everyone else! Like I would love to see something in the Workshop where you can switch abilities with other heroes XD

@lady-fareeha @glowyzarya @justice-lesbian @venenatc

[d4wnbr34k]

(Saved 19-01-28)

Cyborg ninja with @hiddenisme-blog and some nuuuurds

I don’t play Genji very often and that was a weird game as shown by the small number of deaths and the small number of gold elims XD

@lady-fareeha @venenatc @glowyzarya @justice-lesbian

[d4wnbr34k]

(Saved 19-01-25)

Bad aim (and LD&R) with @hiddenisme-blog

Normally I just post my Overwatch stuff, but I had to say, I watched all of Love, Death & Robots right when it came out, and it was bloody amazing! I recommend it to anyone who hasn’t seen it and told a good friend about it I just hope she watches it! I am on the bandwagon with everyone saying, they need to do more Sonnie’s Edge! I’ve been waiting for L, D & R to come out and was very happy with it but they totally need to so more Sonnie’s Edge!!!!

@lady-fareeha @glowyzarya @venenatc @justice-lesbian

[d4wnbr34k]

(Saved 18-11-02)

2 Deaths with @loliiolli (NSFW) and @theragingsoundofcalm

Low accuracy and bronze hero damage, but fortunately I make up for it with three gold and only two deaths :)

@venenatc @lady-fareeha @justice-lesbian @glowyzarya

[d4wnbr34k]

(Saved 18-08-15)

Workin’ hard and typing aggressively on keyboards with @thewingedhealer and Team Ghostwatch

11 kill streak-best and 11 final blows out of 13 elims and only 2 deaths! I hope the 2 barrage kills is the other half of the 13 elims, because that would just be beautiful! *o*

@lady-fareeha @justice-lesbian @glowyzarya @venenatc

[d4wnbr34k]

(Saved 18-08-23)

 Small defeat with @thewingedhealer and Team Ghostwatch

This game was such a mellow match even though we lost, the game was pretty calm and the other team did some good pushes. I enjoy calm games like these because some matches can get pretty crazy XP

@venenatc @justice-lesbian @lady-fareeha @glowyzarya

[patronsaintsofpopculture]

Let's Talk about "Coco"

[rabastardlestrange]

2 Deaths and a Potion | Drabble

It had been a week since Regulus Moonshine had been coerced into making a potion for The Dark Lord. His services were being used, and in just a few minutes, the fruits of his labors would be finished. Moonshine was not a happy man. He was not a powerless person, nor had he ever been. Life had always been easy, money had always been abundant, and no one had ever dared threaten his life. That was before, this was now, and as he watched out his kitchen window, anger was making his blood boil, as well as cause the lights to flicker in his aging, yet still grand home. He would not go down without a fight, especially not when his own reputation was on the line. Being known as a muggle killer was nothing something he wanted on his conscious, or in history books. Moonshine wanted to be remembered as one of the greatest potioneers to ever walk the planet, not one of the greatest allies in the plot to decimate muggle populations. That did not bode well where awards were concerned. He put a kettle on the cooker, and waited.

 Rabastan trailed silently behind Marcus Scabior who had already made his way up to Moonshine’s door. The knock echoed throughout the dense forest, and Rabastan hoped that all would go to plan. They needed this potion, and if Marcus failed, it would be his job to carry it out. Not that he ever had an issue carrying out orders. He had proven himself to be a faithful servant.

The door opened, and Marcus disappeared inside. When they came the first time, Rabastan opted to be as far from the scene as he could manage, this time, however, he was using a disillusionment charm. If Moonshine betrayed them, and Marcus was destroyed, being 50 meters away would be idiotic. So Rabastan moved, staying very still next to the kitchen window as he saw Moonshine offer a cup of tea to Marcus Scabior. The offer was accepted and the deal seemed to be going without incident. Until, that is, the cup of tea previously being clutched in Marcus’ shattered across the wooden floorboards. His face was turning purple, his body was collapsing inside of itself. This was most certainly not in the plan.

Rabastan ran inside, and saw Moonshine make a move for his wand. Instead, Rabastan, without hesitation, said “Avada Kedavra!”. Regulus Moonshine joined Marcus Scabior on the floor, the latter of whom seemed to be foaming from the mouth as he made his last few attempts at breathing. They were futile. The tea had been laced, with, what Rabastan assumed, was the very potion that they had forced Moonshine into making. There were no hard feelings on Rabastan’s part. Marcus Scabior meant nothing to him, and Regulus Moonshine had performed the only task they needed him for.

He left with the potions, having apparated both bodies back to Lestrange Manor, telling his House Elf to bury one, and wait for him to bring Marcus' body over to the Scabior house. Now, however, was where he was supposed to come in; the plan was simple, lace a muggle village with poison through their water supply. It was experimental, and this town would merely be the first guinea pig used. If the destruction was not swift enough, or detrimental enough, new methods would be found. But getting rid of millions of beings was not a simple task, no, it had been tried for thousands of years and no one had been able to achieve that ultimate goal; the cleansing of a species. So, Rabastan apparated away from the house with two bodies, and arrived in a small village called Romsey. It was situated in Hampshire, the south-east of England, and its occupants had done nothing to make anyone particularly angry. They existed, and that was enough. The town was the perfect size, manageable for the sort of experiment they were going for, and large enough to kill hundreds of people.

Rabastan, having seen the plans for the town, knew where their Water Tower was located, and headed for that, a large smile on his face as his body responded to the magic that he had just performed. Killing. It started to leave him with a sort of high, one that left him more manic than usual, a little more off kilter. There was, however, still a job to do, and his tingling nerves would have to last as he climbed up to the water tower, his disillusionment charm still very much protecting him from the animal like eyes of the muggles surrounding him.

He reached the top, and carefully cut a hole into the outside of the tower, it was small enough that only a small vial of potion could be let in, and he did. He dumped the toxic contents into the water, watching as it spread throughout, mixing, diluting, knowing that even in small amounts, this was deadly.

The plan was in motion. Now, all that remained was a thirsty muggle, and chaos.