#doomedfist

[godstrayed]

　She hardly lived up to her reputation. These days were spent with more time on her hands than she knew what to do with it. She had money so she had freedom and yet, she kept thinking about the next job. There was no real coming back from everything, Tokyo figured; her choices had cemented her place in this world. Always on the run, never able to fully immerse herself in the cities around her, and destined to leave everyone and everything behind. "A friend gave me your number. He said you might be looking for work. The pay would be worth it." / @doomedfist

[cartelheir]

@doomedfist : “  this can’t happen again.  ”

perhaps they can blame last night on the booze. patricia can already feel the dreaded consequences of her own reckless drinking on her body, on the headache creeping in behind her eyes and the way her muscles feel as if she was run over by a car. although she supposes she can partly blame the latter on all the things they'd done in this room the second the door was closed and she was pressed against it.

no matter the circumstances, his words aren't what she enjoys to hear first thing in the morning. the burn of rejection is one patricia has never been good at dealing with. she doesn't hurry to put her clothes back on, but rather wraps herself up in one of the white sheets and reaches for her pack of cigarettes in her purse. " you wanna file a complaint? "

[fantasywritten]

@doomedfist asked: ❛     so denver told me we're going to a party in the city . don't worry , i won't tell the professor . what happenns in toledo stays in toledo     ❜ ( for nairobi )

“OH, A PARTY, EH?” Nairobi’s eyes lit up as she grinned, her gaze moving to Turin. “Well, you have my FULL attention. I have no doubt this party will be a blast, especially with DENVER AND I there.” Her grin grew into a slight smirk. “AND YOU, of course.” It was clear she was teasing.

Hopping up from the mattress, she smoothened out her hair with her hand. “So, when do we leave? Is El Profesor asleep yet? Do I have time to GET READY?”

[alalkomeneis]

@doomedfist

            ☢

“There are other ways to go about this. It’s a noble cause, my friend; my children do deserve better. But reactivating my brothers and sisters will not bring them peace.”

[odiiled-blog]

@doomedfist liked for a starter.

             “ you can stop following me around, you know. “   amelie speaks in a bored tone, amber eyes squinting at doomfist as though she expects him to say or do something regrettable,  “ i am not widowmaker anymore.  mercy says i am mostly recovered.  i am not going to steal your gauntlet or something. “

[theeternalsun]

☠ ☺ ♦

hella munday motherfucker ( accepting ) @doomedfist

☠ What keeps you happy?

Ahh this is such a broad question. In very vERY basic terms? If I am not stressed I am happy, which is really?? What most people are like? I am not really fussy... I have a VERY good life right now and a job that while I was expecting to be incredibly stressful it isn’t which is was a wonderful surprise. Not being stressed allows me to write, to really just sit down and be around people without being a proper asshole c: and that’s good c: If my sinus is not kicking my ass? Then I am in actual heaven.

♦ How has roleplaying on Tumblr improved since you started out?

I only started a year ago :’) I don’t feel that much has changed but that might because I don’t get to be online for that long during the day? And because of my timezone I miss most of the activity so :’) In personal terms? I am so happy that I have been able to expand past Dragon Age even if that will always be my homebase. But have so many people around me, people that are so talented? Yeah that is wonderful :’)

[honedroots]

starter for @doomedfist !

it feels as though there is an OVERWHELMING weight pressing down against her chest. all the words seem to escape from plump lips the second their eyes connect. this wasn’t how she planned for them to meet.. hell, scarlett wasn’t ever planning on seeing him again — but there he stood, in all his glory, looking too damn hot. “are ya CRAZY?” brows shooting up in question. “what the hell are you doin’ here? ya tryin’ to get caught?”

[vitalphenomena]

@doomedfist and @inrovina asked for: entry made discussing their hopes and dreams

JUNIPER HAYES’S DIARY, AGE 14 

I think Mom and Dad (I can only call them that here, where nobody can hear me or see me, where it’s safe) forgot my birthday this year, but it’s okay because I didn’t forget. I’ve been counting down for days. I’m excited to make being fourteen years old the best year of my life yet. I’m finally not a tweenager or stuck being just thirteen. I’m becoming a real woman. 

This year, I hope that Mom and I can spend more time together. She always acts like doing anything with me is like pulling teeth, but I think deep down, she enjoys the distraction from how hard she works. I try to make it as easy for her as possible to relax and have fun. I don’t think she smiles a lot, though. She barely even smiles at Dad. 

I also hope that my education gets a little bit more faster-paced. I hate to complain, but I just feel like I’m getting everything so much faster than even the researchers do sometimes. I know teaching me isn’t their favorite thing in the world, but another thing I hope for is that I can make it easier on them to spend so much time with me. I hate feeling like a burden or a nuisance. Maybe it would make them feel better to know what an inspiration so many of them are to me. 

They just don’t have to know that that isn’t true at all. I know exactly what they do for a living. When I’m a successful and well-known scientist, I’m only going to use my knowledge for the improvement of all humankind. Nobody is going to get hurt or know cruelty. 

Maybe that’s a lot to hope for. After all, I’m celebrating one of the coolest birthdays of my teens alone in a small white room.