#iamnotthelegend27

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@vxlkyrieonline:

     In the wake of the Tumblr NSFW Purge Drama, a couple of my friends had their blogs flagged into invisibility and had to delete (notably, itsfoolproof, zenyattayes, and iamnotthelegend27). I miss writing with them a lot, but more importantly, they helped me shape my conception of Mercy as a character and an individual so much. I wouldn't be the writer I am today without their help, and I might not even have gotten into this community in the first place without them!

[jessemccowbae]

(Poet, priest of nothing, legend.)

What do you get the man who has (who gave you) everything?

The background radiation of an entire life. On more superstitious days, a familiar shadow falls even on the years before we met -- the universe quietly curving itself to make certain our orbits crossed.

What does a tree get the earth for its birthday?

(Listen to me now: you know I'd rather be alone, than be without you... don't you know?)

In the first few months After... I comforted myself a lot of weird ways. I remember thinking at one point that if there was an afterlife, that most likely you and my ma were both there. That she got the chance to thank you. For leading her little boy out of the hole her death left him in. For raising the man she never got a chance to. And you'd both have hours' worth of ridiculous stories about me, both discovering how little I'd ever really changed. I actually got myself to smile for a minute, with that one.

And then I kept walking. Hold onto what you can; put the rest aside and get the job done. Just like you taught me.

(And the rain comes down; there's no pain, and there's no doubt. It was easy to say I believed in you.)

That's what a legacy is, isn't it? The things you can carry on. The things worth carrying on. You leave the shadows behind -- don't forget, never forget, learn from it, then let it go -- and you keep the light, and try to spread it to the ones who need it as much as you once did.

A hypertrain to Houston full of dead terrorists and conspicuously not dead civilians. Three little boys huddled behind an upturned ramen truck. A poor neighborhood situated on the edge of what used to be a bloodthirsty drug cartel's territory. A human trafficking ring in France that emphatically no longer exists, and the less said about it the better.

That little girl in Barranquilla should be about 14 now.

(Has anyone ever given anything to you? In your darkest hour, did you ever give it back? Well, I have -- I have given that to you -- and if it's all I ever do, this is your song.)

The last five years. Step by step, day by day. Life by life, made a little less dark. That old parable about the old man chucking starfish back into the ocean at low tide. It mattered to that one. It mattered to them.

It mattered to me.

That’s all I’ve got to give you this year. But it’s more than I ever thought I’d get to again.

[vxlkyrieonline]

Angela Zieglerrrrr... (iamnotthelegend27)

“…Reaper.”

She would recognize that voice anywhere - gravel and ash, unmistakable. Slowly she turns, fixing the wraith behind her with the full weight of her gaze.

“Is there something you need?”

[igeon-sagiiya]

You don't have to marry me, but I can make sure you're not disturbed while you have a day to yourself. (iamnotthelegend27)

:’) Bless…

[vxlkyrieonline]

x

“Ah. Yes.” Angela remembered this dish - the smell of it, the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board, the gentle sizzling of meat in oil. The first time she had seen it made, Jesse had been in there with the kitchen with them, hovering at Gabe’s side and peering curiously into the pan. She herself had been making a batch of sugar cookies, catching only snippets of the recipe between the wum wum wum of the electric beater frothing air into fat, Gabe’s presence at her back warm and solid.

It...was not quite the same. She could still smell a whiff of the thyme and oregano from the chicken skin, and the kitchen felt too empty without the third person, too quiet without the beater. Even though she could feel him still, the nanites that composed Gabriel’s form now were far from warm, a reminder that no amount of small talk could ever cover up.

Focus, Angela. Everything is okay. “We have...real saffron now,” she tried, slowly. “Athena orders it per Satya’s request. The threads. It is in the - the back - ah...”

Her voice choked, stuttered, caught. Her vision blurred, warmth prickling at her eyes, and her hand flew up to cover her mouth, muffling an already-silent sob. Too much. Too much. The same story, told just off, just wrong - the smell of the paella, the suddenly-rougher voice, dark and grating, the presence-that-was-not-a-presence behind her. She could not...she could not turn around. He was here, he was home, and yet -

She leaned forward, bracing herself against the sink, shoulders shaking. It was not okay. Everything was - was fine, there was paella on the stove and one of her closest friends at her back once more and by all rights she had no reason to lose her grasp on herself so quickly, no reason at all, but she - she couldn’t -

a dark cloud of smoke, pain and blood, hoarse yelling and a dozen glinting red eyes and a handful of intestine, ten silver claws around a shotgun she knew far too well, shock and terror and betrayal and failure

Her eyes slipped shut, wetness seeping underneath her fingers where they pressed too tightly into her cheeks. He had only been trying to make himself dinner. She didn’t know what she’d been thinking, trying to stay, but here she was, the final culmination of one mistake after another, snowballing into a catastrophe that had stolen even death from her best friend.

Forgive me, Gabriel.

I’m so sorry.

[vxlkyrieonline]

Complement the mun in character: you're the reason I'm even here. You pushed my writer to come interact with your newfound friends, even though they were super shy and nervous to do it. I genuinely look forward to everything I see you writing, just because it brings everyone around you such joy. But we do have to talk about your workload, young lady. You're going to work yourself to that and we can't have that. -iamnotthelegend27 and yourgoddessonline

((I’m sorry sjfklsdfksdlfj you’re welcome to like drive down here and suplex my professors into the ground if you like? There’s not much I can do about the amount of homework I get assigned I’m sorry Vapedad

But!! aaaa I’m really glad you’re here, and I’m really glad your writer’s also here!! I gotta admit that they were the reason I actually started writing Mercy in the first place, so to be able to share this awesome friend group and amazing experience with them is truly an honor :D ))

[igeon-sagiiya]

Listen, not that I'm doubting you or anything, but you maybe shouldn't try to lift that thing. (iamnotthelegend27)

Nuh-uh, I believe in me!What’s the worst that could happen? ;)

[peanutbuttersciencetime]

So uh... This is awkward but... Looks like I owe you an apology. (iamnotthelegend27)

Agreed.

What specifically are you looking to apologize for?