#oxntime

[oldsoldiersdiehard-archive]

[text] I'll be there in five minutes. If not, read this again.

[Text] We've been over this: that's not how time works for the rest of us

[Text] You're already twenty minutes late to this meeting

[cauchemaroix]

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Send me a ❀ for a fact about the muse and a ✿ for a fact about the mun.

✿- I once managed to sit on my webcam, just cause I am terribly clumsy. I can trip over flat surfaces while standing still. Yay!✿- I tend to hide behind my muse too much, because she’s big and confident, while I am smol and scared.❀- Before Talon she had a little dream of having children.❀- Also.. Amélie (before Talon) loved flowers. Roses, orchids, wildflowers, you name it.❀- Mastering the sniper rifle isn’t all she can do, as she’s got basic training in most other types of weapons as well.

[hxuntedsurvivcrarc]

@oxntime

Pre-amnesia Sparrow being totally in awe of Lena’s ability, and internally cheering every time she sees it in action; putting Lena up there with Steve Rogers and Clint Barton and Natalia Romanova, because Lena’s like one of those heroes she always idolized growing up; but like she’s totally gonna be cool about this and not a goddamn fangirl, because she’s supposed to be mature and spy-like and a team leader; but, you know, there’s just something about Lena that’s real awesome, it’s the kind of thing that would make Sparrow defend her with everything she has, like she defends her friends, her team, her favorite characters (just try and call Bucky a villain, Sparrow will fight you); but, y’know, Lena’s ability is pretty cool too.

[cauchemaroix]

❊✸✢ ❋✦✪❇

❊ I want to roleplay with you✸ I want to plot with you✢ I like your characters❋ Your blog is one of my favs✦ I like seeing you on my dash✪ You seem like a cool person❇ I love the way you write

MYGOD SO MANY. THANK YOU :')Please hit me up on IM, as I really wanna roleplay/plot with you too. I'm just too shy to initiate anything myself ;;

[simple-geometry-blog]

oxntime replied to your post “100 + Follower Milestone!”

/Congrats on hitting 100! You're a brilliant Hanzo and you deserve many, many more ♡ If you ever want to RP, then just let me know!

// Thanks fam! I appreciate the compliment, and yeah, anytime for interaction is cool with me! 

[good-nurse]

Cinnamon!

( d’aw hun pls dont be afraid of me ur amazing too ; v ; )

[thefinestthingsinhell-blog]

@oxntime

Ah, England. How it had changed over the course of two centuries! From ruling the world to barely being considered a world power. Such was the fortunes of all nations, if history repeated itself. 

For the moment, Henry was happy to sit at a private table during the slow hours of the day and judge the food at the restaurant he was at. Sure, he ran health clubs and gyms, but he adored food and he was always looking for his next great indulgence. And despite the fact that he had tasted the finest wines and most expensive dishes on earth, he still had a soft spot in his demonic heart for good old fashioned English comfort food. Perhaps it was from his human side, but he rather enjoyed indulging in some old fashioned food. Perhaps he’d buy the place when this was all said and done. 

Of course, he imagined someone got spooked, as a woman who looked like she was out of one of those 1950′s space comics with men flying through space with rocket packs walked in and sat down across from him. While he might have looked mostly normal, Henry’s four glowing, red eyes marked him out as decidedly demonic; a side effect of acquiring so much demonic power over the last forty years from his business dealings. 

Yet the other woman sitting down did not stop him from eating. If anything, he seemed more comfortable having someone else there. “You should consider ordering here; the food is sinfully good.” 

[shortstoutandswedish]

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It had been many years since Torbjorn Lindholm had come to kings row, longer still since he’d had some free time to walk it’s streets and take in the sights. Regardless of its residents and what he thought of them, the Sweed had always admired the architecture and infrastructure of the city; even after the omnic crisis the place still ran like a well oiled machine. 

The streets on this night were quiet, not completely deserted, but sparse enough so that he could think to himself; honestly it was kind of nice. As he walked he hummed a merry little tune from  days long gone, a small travelling song he remembered from when Overwatch was still a thing.