#soulgild

[dompteur-dragon-blog]

the assassin padded on the top of a low building, overlooking the ground below. his inorganic eyes searching for a target. he didn’t remember the name he was given, but that was unimportant. he knew what to look for, anyways. he heard a noise, as quiet as it was.

he swiftly turns, arrow drawn and ready to fire. he paused, his lense-like pupils identifying who this was. not a threat, from what he had identified. uninterested, he turns back to his original direction, walking to scale off the building.

@soulgild

[iingrate]

IT’S JESSE’S BIRTHDAY!

STARTER FOR @soulgild

   “Shucks--- ! Y’shouldn’t have, baby!    I’m mighty flattered! Been wantin’ t’dye your    hair for a while.”

[iingrate]

starter for @soulgild

   “You bug.”

Jesse huffed, trying to focus on his holopad. Sure, it’s just Twitter, but it’s better than listening to his partner blabber on about---

   What was he talking about again?

Shit. Probably some “Clubbing-Squad Drama,” as Gabe calls it.

   “What, did Aki steal your--- who’s-what’s-it? Mascara?    Is that what you’re pissed about?”

[undeuxtroiskillshot-a]

@soulgild

Although she was more than capable of knocking someone out with her strength alone, Widowmaker couldn’t help but smirk at the satisfaction that came with bashing an enemy’s head in with the butt of her rifle. The crunching and cracking that came before that agonized groan-- the last sound they would ever make. 

Energy coursed through her body. 

She had to get her hands dirtier than usual during this mission-- she and the cyborg were infiltrating. Given his mobility, he was likely ahead of her already, so she kept them off his back as she made her way to joining him. 

In her heightened state, she found it laughable how the two of them got paired on a mission. With his unnerving glances and penchant to not speaking (although, he did not frighten Widowmaker in the slightest), they almost seemed too similar to work well together. But they were making headway. 

“Rendezvous at the objective,” she said through her comm softly, as she rounded a corner, finding herself in yet another altercation. 

[ampitup-frogboy-blog]

@soulgild plotted

Lúcio knocked back the group of agents effectively knocking them out. That was the last his amp could do, he couldn’t reload and it was out of charge. He followed Genji after he called for back up near the roof. Least to say they won, but both of them took a heavy toll. Both of them were beat up pretty badly and Lúcio couldn’t heal.

“Genji?” Lúcio exhaled and laid down on his back. He couldn’t walk anymore there was blood coming out of of his skates. He got shot there are at least twice. He looked to Genji he was still breathing, but still didn’t look good. His body was a wreck and he had no idea how to fix it. “Genji? Genji, wake up man.” He dragged himself towards him and touched his shoulder. “Wake up you...you gotta tell me what to do.”

There was no response. Lúcio shook him again, but nothing. The dj sighed and closed his eyes, “Don’t you die on me...jerk.”

-----

He was unsure of how long he was out, but when he opened his eyes to the bright lights of the hospital wing. He slowly turned his head to find Genji in a bed right next to him. They were both alive and back home. Sitting up slowly he felt a pain in his leg. “G-Genji?” Lúcio called after resting his back on the pillow. “Genji...wake up.”

[homeofthevan-a]

Shadows

The lights in her holding area are faulty. It’s lucky if they last two months after repairs before starting to flicker and die once more.

Many of her fellow experiments complain constantly about them. They often don’t live to see the next failure, one way or another.

She sees many of these failures. The way they cast the shadows of the bars across the floor, it almost looks like the gate is open. Like she could creep out, escape into the night.But only her shadow.

And some nights, they go out completely, and she is left in darkness.And as much as she learns not to be afraid, she still flinches in the shadows.

[ownthisday-blog]

hc sleep?

                      hcs about anything || accepting

sera doesn’t sleep much if she can help it. her dreams scare her because, in the night when she is unconscious and connected more to the fade, andruil’s memories grow stronger and more present, as do her own. sometimes she dreams of what happened to her parents. sometimes she dreams of the void and the corruption that began to eat away at andruil. sometimes she just dreams of andruil’s life, of hunting and running, and wakes with her hand outstretched towards her bow. she’ll pick it up and go fire arrows into a dummy to drive the dreams away, but sometimes she isn’t sure if it’s her that wants to grip the weapon until her fingers bleed or if it’s something else entirely 

[worldsbestdoc-archives-blog]

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Angela jerked awake, her head snapping up from where it had rested on her folded arms, flinching away from the hand on her shoulder. Her breaths came in ragged gasps as wide blue eyes sought the source of the disturbance. When they first landed on Genji she stared for an instant, unseeing, until her mind caught up with her body.Cold stainless steel. Polished white tiles. Fluorescent lighting.She was in the lab.With shaking hands she brushed her bangs out of her face, striving for some semblance of calm and normalcy. Images of blood and gore still lingered when she closed her eyes; she swore she could feel the hot, sticky thickness of it on her forearms.“I’m sorry, I, ah, must have fallen asleep.”