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@sixlaws
“ Now, I think you owe my dear friend an apology- “
She uncurled the fist of shirt and let the bloodied face fall to her feet, straightening to full height with a smug smirk as the temper settled in her bones. A huff rolling through her chest, perhaps she overreacted. Reaching up with the back of her hand that wasn’t bloodied to wipe the splash of blood from her cheek.
“Now don’t you? ”
What emotion do you create from?
Melancholy
You create from melancholy. There is an aimless sadness that pervades your life. It's not as though there's anything in particular you're grieving, but you still find yourself possessed of a peculiar somberness. This melancholy seeps into your art, where it becomes a directionless lament. You long to make your senseless sadness into something beautiful and bittersweet, so you depict it countless times throughout your work. It sets the tone of everything you create, filtering all you craft through a melancholic lens. There is a nostalgia for what never was, a grief for something you never had, a longing that doesn't know what it craves. These are the feelings that serve as your inspiration: vague, listless lamentations.
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continued from ( here ) because I can resist Jesse McCree @sixlaws
She’s on duty and it's a bloodbath, she has people coming in and out of tents constantly and this isn’t even their biggest fight. Null Sector is out of control.
She doesn’t have time for jokes but the cowboy that walks in, she heard about him. Ex-Deadlock, Reyes took a shine to him, reeled him in and now he didn’t so much as sneeze without the Commander knowing about it. She wondered when their paths would cross. Her eyes immediately fall to blood, superficial, she can tell that from looking at it. The human skin is the biggest organ of the body, of course when you graze the top it bleeds more than you’d like. But he seems fit to reassure her that it doesn’t look that bad, and she laughs, typical. She is already rolling up his sleeve, he’s lucky he gets her direct attention and not one of other interns. They’re rotating. He must be lucky. She’s quick, moves faster than the others and gets more patients in and out by those standards.
“You must be very lucky.” Angela doesn’t hesitate with the alcohol swab, warning them only makes it worse and she’s already moving on to the flat bandage after making sure the wound was cleaned. Just a scratch, as Ana would say. “And you’re all done.” she smiled, pulling out the clipboard to write down for her records, “What’s your name?”
😢 Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret - @sixlaws
The news article on the front page of he paper was nothing special, something about an auction for valuable goods. Her train robbery a footnote. Not that the fame mattered, no the victory was what mattered. Taking what was hers. Mattered which is why this victory turned so sour. Pristine people were in that picture. Labeled beneath it. Pictured: Elizabeth Hawthorne-Ashe, William Ashe, and recently adopted Marybeth Ashe. That shouldn’t have bothered her. Shouldn’t have clicked something in her but the table was on it’s back, a few bottles were shattered on the far wall of her “office” and by now she was sure the screaming and yelling had made the kids run and find Flint. Because when he found her she had her head her her hands, doing her best not to sob, but she did scream. In anger, in anguish. She didn’t stop crying when he touched her. But the sobs became a little more auditable. She had tried to do everything right. She didn’t do anything wrong. They just left her in that house to rot and then when she was out of the way they put something in her place. Did she get white roses instead of birthday parties? Did she get to see them more than once a year? Did they get her an omnic butler to take care of her? Or did they figure that’s what ruined the first one. She was so mad that it was upset. That they still had some hold over her. She was mad because now she was stealing from someone who either knew exactly how she felt or worse, had not a single clue.
“They--”
She hiccupped through the sobs letting them fall at the newspaper at her feet. “They replaced me.”
ooooh! Hell yeah, give me one of them Game Overs!
Send ‘GAME OVER’ to get a glimpse of one of the worse possible endings that can happen to my muse in their life.
November 7th,
I saw them again today.
They don’t look at me like they did a few weeks ago. No pitiful puppy eyes or deep frowns. They don’t even try to approach me anymore. Seems they’ve given up trying to talk to me at all. Good for me, at least. Their constant callouts to me made it hard to do my job... never knew which person to listen to sometimes. I don’t know why, my team has a distinct set of voices. Lena Sombra said it shouldn’t be too difficult to decipher, but to my surprise frustration knowledge, there was never any improvement. I still found it confusing. I still had difficulty.
At least now it’s not going to be much of a problem anymore.
Didn’t think it’d take so much for them so long to give up, but I hope they’re done for good now.
@sixlaws said:
☜ Did you say baby Genji? :o
Interact with a younger version of my muse!
The hat and serape caught his attention first, piquing his interest from afar. Ever so boldly he closed in on the stranger to better size the man up. The revolver certainly did not escape his notice then.
Perhaps a bit of caution was in order... but the young sparrow always had his reckless tendencies, yearning for adventure, free and unrestrained. After all, dragons show no fear. Plus he’s got a weapon of his own - the trusty wooden sword held proudly in the boy’s steady grip.
Should he say it? Genji flashed a confident grin with his chest puffed up. He’s going to say it.
“Ninjas are better than cowboys.” He said it.
@sixlaws replied:
kisses his head :c
Tackles for reciprocal snuggles !!
.... ahem. Put a ¥ in your lap and runs
My muse rates yours!
Genji @ Jesse/Flint
Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Would they date them: yes | no Favorite thing about them: “The days we have spent together felt... short. Having him around puts me at ease. And peace, for me, is a luxury lately. It is difficult to put it in words but, for a purposeless vagabond like myself, Jesse feels like home.” Least favorite thing about them: “I held my tongue, but I have been counting the number of cigars he lights each day. It does not bother me particularly. Still I wonder if there are viable alternatives...”
