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[feeling-of-deja-vu]

A plotted starter for @cauchemaroix !

Lena rubbed her hands together for warmth as she watched from across the road. Her breath fogged in the early morning chill, and grey clouds filtered the sun, saturating everything in muted tones. Her eyes focused in on her target. A lone figure, standing casually in line at a coffee shop, not a single detail betraying who she really was. But Lena knew. Indeed, she'd been tailing her for quite a while now. Long enough to know that the ex-Talon operative was taking new contracts of her own accord. The question became why? After a few days of quiet observation, Lena was no closer to an answer. So, today, she decided on a different approach. She was going to ask. She stepped off the curb, and slipped her hands in the pockets of her peacoat. As she stepped inside, she spotted her mark sitting at a nearby booth, staring out the window. 'Wonder what she's thinkin about?' Lena took a deep breath, and went to sit in the opposite side of the booth. "Chilly mornin'. Decent idea to warm up with a drink. Anything good here?"

[fandomlessmultimuse]

Patching up.

Continued from Here with @cauchemaroix

“My apologies, ma Cheriè.” The Widow sat there leaning a bit forward - she had removed the glove from her hand, now pressing her hand towards a deep cut in her right leg in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Her golden gaze slowly slipped from her own wound, and traveled to Sombra. She had not had any intention to ruin the hackers carpet, but when the damage had happened during her mission, the Widow did not have any other choice than to seek her out for help.  

Any Talon safe house was too far away from what had been her current location and she could not visit any regular hospital. Contacting Talon HQ would not have done much good either, since it would’ve taken them some time to send a ship to pick her up.

So Widowmaker had done what she could at the moment. Dragged herself to what she was pretty certain was one of Sombra’s hideouts, where she had banged upon the door until Sombra had let her in. Now she was dizzy, very dizzy. Being used to injuries was not the problem, losing blood was.

“Do you have a sewing kit?”

Had it been anyone else Sombra would have been quite a bit more upset. However... it was that hermosa araña, and something about the Widow at the very least intrigued Sombra. What could she say? She had a thing for talented beautiful women. At this particular moment said woman however was bleeding and obviously needed help. The fact she'd actually been willing to seek out Sombra rather then some other option made the hacker feel like smiling but she restrained herself as it would have been a touch out of place.

“Ay, pobrecita. Si, I have one. Believe it or not I even know how to use it. However I think my first aid kit might be better put to use here.” Flashing one of her friendly smiles Sombra moved to guide Widowmaker to a nearby chair and pulled out a foot rest to get her legs up. “Sit, sit. I'll get it and help patch you up, mi amiga. Will have to cut your clothes a bit to get at that wound. However did that happen anyways? Who do I need to kill now?”

Looking worried for just a moment realizing just how dizzy Widowmaker was she quickly moved around her hideout to get her fully stocked first aid kit. “Don't worry bella, you aren't the first person I've patched up.”

[taran-hybrid-demon-blog]

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Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[To: Silky Locks] Hey Widow??[To: Silky Locks] Just curious..[To: Silky Locks] How the Hell..[To: Silky Locks] Do you get so smooth and silky locks?[To: Silky Locks] Like seriously??[To: Silky Locks] What shampoo and conditioner do you use?[To: Silky Locks] And do you use any hair cures? If yes which one because I want to get in on that shit.. <3 :D

[overwatchers-rp]

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☒ ; The hardest thing about roleplaying your muse?

Hm... the hardest thing about role playing Tracer... is probably... honestly, it’s not Tracer herself that I find hard. It’s oversaturation. I always end up comparing myself to lovely people like @chxxrslove and @tracedthroughtime and I don’t think I could ever do Tracer that well. And my activity level on her seems to reflect that. Whereas Widow everyone says I do well, so that’s easier.

Hardest thing about roleplaying Widow, honestly, is balancing the light and the dark. Sometimes I get carried away with my shipping and I end up portraying her, imo, horribly ooc just for the sake of the ship. And at other times I realize that I’m doing that and I swing her allllll the way back to mindless killer and ignore all the ‘character development’ that I’ve put into her. Finding that happy place in the middle is tough sometimes.

☣ ; The biggest lesson life has taught you so far?

Grades don’t mean everything. When I was in school, I got almost effortless good grades and everyone said that I would go far. But the thing is... School was easy for me. Real life? Not so much... I don’t really have the drive to do “big things” with my “big brain”. Honestly, my biggest desires in this life are to get enough money to complete my transition, and then just... make enough money to support myself... just living... day to day, doing the things I love... Filling my life with overwatch, role play, and hanging out with friends. I can do that with a regular ‘non-ambitious’ job. And sometimes that makes me feel like I’m wasting my potential, or I’m not good enough. But life isn’t about that. Life is about doing what makes you happy, whether that’s developing an app or making ‘the next big thing’ or fucking flipping burgers at McDonalds. If it makes you happy, do it. And fuck what anyone else thinks. That being said... I think my happy is somewhere in the middle, and I’m unhappy right now because I haven’t been able to achieve it. But I’m still working toward it. All that being said... My ‘good grades’ haven’t helped me nearly as much as everyone said they would. They got me into a good school, where I had fun, and paid way too much for a piece of paper, and got myself into a load of debt. But that’s basically it... That good school has yet to land me a ‘good job’ because I’m not jockeying for ‘those’ kinds of positions. *shrug*

Thanks for the questions dear <3 really means a lot. and these were actually deeper answers than I thought I would be getting into. heh

[disgraced-doctor-junkenstein]

[Continued from here] @cauchemaroix That had been a delicately worded and clever answer. One that Junkenstein decided to dwell on for a moment as he placed his hands together before himself, palms and digits flat against one another even as he moved them to rest against his mouth in thought. It almost would have looked like a prayer had his eye not been opened. Memories were important to him in many ways. His own he naturally viewed as precious. Other peoples, well, the woman before him had not been wrong. Memories were a tool and something he still had issue with in many of his experiments.  “You have given me,” Junkenstein pauses merely to lower his hand with a hefty sigh. “A lot to think about. Thank you.”

[cauchemaroix]

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.” (From Sombra)

“My apologies, ma Cheriè.” The Widow sat there leaning a bit forward - she had removed the glove from her hand, now pressing her hand towards a deep cut in her right leg in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Her golden gaze slowly slipped from her own wound, and traveled to Sombra. She had not had any intention to ruin the hackers carpet, but when the damage had happened during her mission, the Widow did not have any other choice than to seek her out for help.  

Any Talon safe house was too far away from what had been her current location and she could not visit any regular hospital. Contacting Talon HQ would not have done much good either, since it would’ve taken them some time to send a ship to pick her up. 

So Widowmaker had done what she could at the moment. Dragged herself to what she was pretty certain was one of Sombra’s hideouts, where she had banged upon the door until Sombra had let her in. Now she was dizzy, very dizzy. Being used to injuries was not the problem, losing blood was. 

“Do you have a sewing kit?” 

[dynamiteabs]

@cauchemaroix [plotted]

          “’Ello...? C’mon guys, this isn’t funny anymore!” Although he could have easily broken the chair he was handcuffed to, he refrained, knowing this was probably a prank. Still, he didn’t like being in the dark for so long. And he was literally in the dark with a blindfold over his eyes. The place smelled... peculiar as though someone was trying to cover up something with flowery perfume. Hopefully it wasn’t dead bodies or anything. What a morbid thought. A sigh of impatience left his lungs. If there was one thing he knew, this wasn’t the casino he was promised, otherwise, he would already have been hitting the slots and blackjack tables.

          Today was Junkrat’s birthday and some of his associates were taking him out... to a casino he hoped. He’d only been dropping little hints all freakin’ week. They wanted to blindfold him, which he eventually yet reluctantly agreed to. Then they walked him through someplace that was noisy, smelled of smoke and chicken wings, and had a particular kind of music playing. But there were no intoxicating dings of slot machines or dice rolling on elegant green tables.

          Then he was placed in a small room by the sound of the echoes their voices made before they handcuffed him and left him, giving weird laughter as they did. There was muffled sound, so the walls weren’t too thick. After a moment, music began playing. Peculiar music like outside, except this was a bit creepier. It was the song Closer by NIN, and yeah, Junkrat recognized it as he loved oldies. Okay, now he was getting concerned. “Wot in the blazes... Ah’m about ta’ break outta’ this chair, ah swear!”

          It was then the door opened and closed, ushering in a gust of fresh air and a scent that was unmistakably feminine -- a combination of perfume, lotion, and shampoo. Junkrat’s muscles relaxed somewhat and he forgot all about his escape plans. SIlently, he swallowed as he began to figure out what this whole setup might be. Expression went from mildly concerned to a playful grin. “Who’s there...? Whoever ya’ are, ya’ smell delicious.” 

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“Don’t tell me Talon sent you after me this time? I am quite annoyed by the murder attempts lately. I rather not have to hide and keep a low profile again” Rose huffed at the purple woman.