#flashofyellowlights

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@flashofyellowlights sent me the first pic and i couldnt resist

[chronal-anomaly]

Facetedspades, Flashofyellowlights and Femtaille

All the F blogs

Spread some joy this evening ! || accepting (always tbh)

@facetedspades

Listen nonnie, Col is one of the best writers on this website. They put so much care and attention in all of their characters ( especially Jack, but I might be a little biased there). Their writing is beautiful, and they're willing to indulge my shenanigans. I'm blessed to have the opportunity to talk to them ic and ooc, and to have them in my life. I'm truly blessed to have them as a friend.

@flashofyellowlights

I can't find/don't remember your penname and I'm sorry but!! You have one of the most consistent, well characterised Angela's on the website! You balance the lightness and fun of her personality with her intensity as a doctor so well, and I'm in constant aw of how much time, work, and effort that you take into consideration when you write her. I love all of your aesthetic/musing/ enviroment posts because it adds such a depth to her, and it's clear that you're just so passionate about her. Thank you so much for being here, and being a member of OWRPC.

@femtaille (Round 2 )

Sue is continuing to wound me with her headcanons, musing and music. She manages to wrap up so many different aspects of Widow, Amelie, Moira, Gerard, and the other characters and consideres so closely how they all impact Widow. Sue listens to, and includes the headcanons, of different musees that Widow interacts with, and we've managed to go from a simple battle scene to developing a rich and deep back story that makes it hurt so much more.

[junkcrz]

💣  - @flashofyellowlights​ - 💣 ​

               Curious. He’s ever oh so curious about things, the way he leans over and watches her he hopes that his presence doesn’t freak the small little doctor out. 

Amber eyes are wide as he peers futher over her shoulder trying to understand just WHAT she was doing with her staff, one that provided healing and boosts to those that needed it during the heat of battle. 

He’d never seen such an expensive piece of tech, he totally wanted to nick it, fingers fluttering as he did. But he held restraint, understanding if he wanted to earn trust he’d have to provide a bit of trust of his own and prove he wouldn’t just steal anything.

‘ Waz tha’ do?’ he finally began questioning, tilting his head to one side.

[fraulinekritzkrieg]

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🌸 my roleplay petpeeve

Honestly, I have a petpeeve with people who roleplay as real-life celebrities like Markiplier, Jacksepticeye and such it makes me feel really uncomfortable. Even if the person is more or less an internet persona, it can still end up with the person getting some unsavoury associations attached to them. I’ve seen people who RP celebrities doing some shady RPs but that was yeaaaaaars ago. It bothers me people do it, but hey, you do you, boo as long as I am not being pulled into it.

🌻 a character I wish to write with

FOr the most part, I am NOT picky, like, at all! Pretty much whatever character you throw at me I will try and get an RP up and running, so I don’t really have any character I particular that I want to write with. At least not yet, ahaha!

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@flashofyellowlights​ | talon!zen

there were light tap of footsteps against the sun-bleached terrace; the white-matted monk standing out amongst the bypassers in the street.

there was shopping to do but more importantly, those to talk to; even if they aren’t aware at the time.

there was a small moment of hands smoothing out his garb before he made his way over to the coffee shop;

a doctor innocently taking lunch near the street - a regretabble decision, indeed.

one walk by, before the pause, a turn around to move back towards the person he ‘just recognaised’.

「 my apologies, would you happen to be dr. zieglar? one of my friends were a big fan of your work. 」

[ticklishquinzel-archived]

@flashofyellowlights

"N' what exactly is that for?"

Harley inquired to the medic, as she lay on a examination bed, head propped up by her elbow.

"S' not gonna hurt too much, is it?~" She added with a subtle tease laced in her voice.

[primedspecimen]

@flashofyellowlights liked your post “Who wants t’wine an’ dine me, eh?” Look who’s got himself a pretty...”

“I’m waitin’~”

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@flashofyellowlights​ asked:  ♡ Our muses almost kiss, but are interrupted. For Genji. ;P         

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﹝﹝in the peak of the anger, the pure unadulterated vexation and constant scorn that fills every fiber of his being during ever conscious moment, sometimes there are times when he can feel something else, that lone emotion: exhaustion. he’s nearing his fourth day of sleeplessness, overstimulated by his fight or flight senses stemming from the last blackwatch mission that had almost costed mccree’s life. that bit genji didn’t particularly care about, but rather, the fact that the mission was just barely successful when all signs had inted at complete and utter failure.

failing: it was something genji had grown to detest, a bitter and biting remembrance of all the times he could not even dream of being in league with his brother who bested him at anything, regardless of it being something genji considered a skill unique to him. just once, genji longed to hear words of praise for results of things he’d done, but he doesn’t think he’s ever been graced with the privilege.  

despite his fiery disposition, he’s too tired to care to fight to save face in the medic’s presence, genji slumped tiredly against her shoulder. his mask had been confiscated for repairs, the plating dented and his face forced to breathe. it’s quiet in the late night, the cyborg keeping her company as she busies herself with pouring over the paperwork. it’s oddly soothing here for his soul long gone primitive, but he behaves as the medications injected into him finally begin to numb the buzz of both phantom and physical pains. he can’t quite read her handwriting from this angle beneath the dim desk light illuminating her occupied hand, but the steady scratches of ink marring paper lulls him into a drowsy fog. heavy lids begin to fall closed, his vision dancing between the mundaneness of reality and the beckoning temptation of blackness. 

even though he’s just barely dawdling off into the verge of sleep, there’s a certain fever dream that consumes him. in his haze, he sees angela’s hand stop, feels a gentle rock of his head as she shifts, then the sight of plush, rosy lips crane into view. genji is helplessly enamored by this delusion, feeling his body move into her pull, his heavy head mustering the strength to raise itself as thin, scarred lips slowly move towards hers. in this obscure yet tantalizing dream, he swears he can feel the puff of her breath against his mouth, feel the softness of her lips against his when they brush against one another. the cyborg moves, tilting his head forward to seal it all until a loud noise sends her lurching away from him, her attention immediately directed towards the door and genji nearly tumbles to the ground before catching himself, haphazardly dragging himself to sit upright in the chair.

the soft gentle eyes of crimson are set alight at the sight of mccree standing at the doorway, bandaged and obviously in no condition to be moving but here he is, smug demeanor stinking up the air as he leans against the frame, grinning at the medic. genji is beyond furious, immediately looking for the closest weapon and it just so happens to be the medic’s pistol.  genji shimada will be damned if he fails yet again.﹞﹞