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@miraclemercy continued from here (x)

Moira grinned as Angela accepted the pouring of her drink, clapping her hands together triumphantly when her proposition was taken up on. "Of course, of course, what kind of a gossip do you think I am? On the contrary, I am an impenetrable vault. I shall take your secrets to my grave." She settled back into her own seat, steepling her fingers as she was possessed with thought, wracking her brain for a suitable secret to reveal. Nothing too disturbing, of course, she didn't want to scare the woman. Not yet anyway. "Mm, alright. I'll start off with an easy one." She leaned in, chin resting on her hand and elbow perching on her armrest, her mismatched eyes trained on her face as she used her free hand to take a rather long sip of her drink. "I love to bake. Cakes, pies, loaves, the whole nine yards. I'm an absolute marvel at it, too. Perhaps I'll allow you to sample my work someday." A mild confession, certainly, but there would be more turns to be taken. "Your turn."

[unethicallybrilliant]

💧

💧 For your muse to tease my muse

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A crimson red bursts across her cheeks when Angela points out how wet she is for her, the angel's hand slipped down her pants and under her boxers. She couldn't deny it with her body spilling truths, and he cheeks that particular shade.

She bites her tongue until the gentle strokes are too much to resist, "Ange- fuck- just fuck me already, please-" she demands, needy and hot and nearly whimpering under her too careful touch. She always did like to rile her up, make her beg and plead.

Secretly, or not so secretly, Moira liked it as well.

[aninterestinghypothesis]

🎁

When she entered her office, she would find a certain package had been left upon her desk, a sizable basket with a shimmery red ribbon upon it, housing an assortment of exotic comestible items. Boxes of multiple varieties of Swiss chocolate truffles, fine South American coffees, some Italian wine. Fresh cherries, Afghan teas, and a tin of caviar. Surrounded by these and other fine snacks and sweets was a central item, a large bottle of fine Irish Uisce Beatha, the alcohol a pale, lively amber in color. A small note was attached to the handle of the basket.

"All work and no play makes Angie a dull girl. Remember to take a break once in a while to unwind, darling.

~Moira

PS: Call me if you'd like me to teach you how to make a killer Irish Coffee.

[aninterestinghypothesis]

3. “We are not getting that tree. It looks worse than the Charlie Brown one. Its not even charming.”

"Oh, come now, I think its rather handsome. It has a certain... beleaguered elegance to it." She walked up to the eerie evergreen specimen, regarding it with an appreciative smile before turning back to look at Angela. It was far too tall and far too thin, no wonder Moira had taken to it.

[thefxrethatneverdies]

hello handsome :))) ( even though this is something angela would never say LMAO. have fun

Send me a “Hello Handsome/Beautiful” if your muse thinks my muse is attractive

Queue Ace's cheeks turning red. He turned behind him to see if the blonde wasn't talking to someone else, though finding no one else.

"U-um, sorry ma'am were you talking to me?" He pointed to himself.

[outlawbounded]

💋. no homo though. i’m wearing socks.

                       The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss | 1/5 | @miraclemercy

      She was oh so GENTLE in her actions. Uncharacteristic for a woman of her reputation. One that was known for sinking her fangs into unsuspecting victims just to watch them suffer. Yet, she cradled the woman’s hand within her own so GINGERLY. 

       Raising pale skin to meet RUBY painted lips in a press. The acton so soft, tender, as she dipped her frame low in a formal BOW. Letting the action last long enough that the VIPRESS was sure the kiss had left behind her signature lip color in its wake. Then in a swift movement, she stood straight, not letting go just yet.

                                    ❝ Now, what do I owe this pleasure too?  ❞

      CALAMITY mused, head dipping down forcing her to gaze at the woman just below the brim of her hat. 

[ecflictim-blog]

❛  i’m  trying  —  i’m  trying  so  fucking  hard  ,  but  nothing’s  working  .  ❜

@miraclemercy | meme / accepting

He knew. He really did. But, even though he did, that didn’t mean he cared- well, maybe he would have cared; had the man they were all trying so hard to bring back still been… well, him- &&, not to forget, still alive. Even without it being nigh impossible to bring a god damn dead man back to life, he would never understand why they kept trying so hard. Didn’t really want to either, honestly. They had grieved && mourned for him but, at the same time; he supposed they all had a little experience in the dead coming back to life, hm?

Ana && Jack- so why not Gabriel too? People just couldn’t seem to die right.

Well, Gabriel was dead && he would damn right stay dead if Reaper had any say in the matter. They’d have to break down a dozen walls && dig a couple feet to get Gabriel back && he wasn’t about to let anyone come anywhere close to even trying that.

“Right…” && though he was irritated && frustrated, his voice still held a semblance of softness. There was no fun in shooting someone who was too god damn sad to shoot back, even he couldn’t bring himself to be that fucking cruel.

“Why don’t you just give up && stop playing hero with the rest of Overwatch?” the wraith asked, ivory mask tilting to the side as he moved into a crouched position in front of her. “Nothing’s working, after all, right? Why bother trying still?”

[harnessedtogether]

hi i’m off anon now because omg ur a sweetie ??? sorry for spamming you haha ;; 💘💘

!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO!!!

I’M SO GLAD UR COMFORTABLE ENOUGH TO BE OFF ANON!!!