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[bllakcat-a]

while they are captured felicia :   oh  relax  ---   do  you   know   how   many  times   i’ve   had   to  get   out   of   handcuffs? amé :  whew!    well   thank  god  you’ve   been  arrested   so  many  times! felicia:  arrested?

°  ⋄  ♡ ⊰     @targetfed  wanted  some  incorrect   quotes.

[deuslore-a]

          florentina had lost count of how long she had been free,   how long it had been since she had escaped the test facility.   but...   it still had never been enough.   what they had done to her would never leave her truly free.   the hunger was insatiable and it so oft left her with nowhere to turn.   her normally blue eyes were instead a dark red,   the bloodlust had overcome her rationale and nearly all other sense.   

it was dark and she was mostly alone,   yes,   but each person that walked past her may have been her next victim.   blood already smeared her lower lip from one corpse she had left in an alley somewhere.   she could smell their life essence and feel their heartbeats,   but she tried to remember her humanity as she continued down the street. 

get home,   get home,   get home.   she repeated to herself.   maybe she could wait out the hunger this time   -   or maybe it would make it worse.   the facility had ensured that she would be almost completely unable to live any form of normal life.   she would either have to hide,   should she escape   -   or simply come crawling back to them.

it was an unfortunate turn of events when florentina caught the scent of fresh blood.    she was unsure of the distance between her and where the origin was,   but it surely couldn’t be too far.   it wasn’t even a choice when her body started to move toward the direction of the scent.   eventually she reached where she believed the source was hiding.   her prey would not get away so easily...   she thought to herself.

she started casually toward their target,   felt sharp teeth pressing into lower lip as she continued.   it was always better to get them to feel relaxed....    to trust you.   “   are you alright   -   are you hurt   ?   “    she called out.

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[xenovair-archive]

❃.✮:▹ &.   PLOTTED  STARTER  !

                                      She’s  kneeling  next  to  her  ,   concern  written  all  over  her  face as  she  evaluates  the  others  wounds  .   Eventually  she  settles  on  gently  resting a  healing  palm  against  her  stomach  ,          LETTING  THE  WARMTH  START  TO  SEEK  OUT  INJURIES  EVEN  SHE  CAN’T  SEE  .               ❝     Here  ,     let  me  help  .     ❞                  //     @targetfed   !

[canarylegacy]

            ALL  HER  MUSCLES  remained taut,  ready to dive into action in a moments notice.  The woman hadn’t done anything wrong... yet.  And the Canary wasn’t foolish enough to think she wouldn’t in a notice moment.  It’s hard to trust a woman with a sniper rifle after all.  “  Listen,  as much as I want to believe you’re not up to anything sinister.  The rifle and standing on a roof thing doesn’t give off that vibe so do you mind lowering that thing? ”

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[oceansburned]

          THE MOONLIGHT gleams off one of the hands raised,  the light reflecting from the metallic fingers.  He halts,  not stupid enough to tempt the widow to take her shot.  The rumors were enough for him to remain stationary,  unwilling to evoke her wrath though he deserved it.  A spider can be unseen,  almost moving silently but he was trained to track even the most careful.  That didn’t stop him from being caught,  his skill lay in combat and the ability to survive rather than stealth.  “ Can you aim elsewhere?  It’s unsettling. ”

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[ridesagain]

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Send me a ✿ and I’ll generate a number. [x]

12. hand kiss.

           From what Sombra had told him of the Widowmaker, and from what he’d gleaned from other sources, she was a cold, deadly, calculating woman who did not let her emotions cloud her judgment. In other words, she was his ideal woman, and Roadhog couldn’t help but feel a little flustered when they were finally properly introduced. Made a real show of being a gentleman, taking her hand delicately to give it a formal shake.

❝ Pleasure t’ meet you, ❞ he rumbled, mask pushed up so he could give her hand a small peck.

[datatheft-moved]

ok but sombra playing with widow's hair

oops B)

[tireure-blog]

in the snowy twilight of paris, she follows the snaking seine    ;    traffic as a static white noise background, streetlights emblazoned beneath every blink.    she counts the fog from her mouth before the crimson diamonds that mark another’s trail    --    and in that strange and remarkable heartbeat, the recluse wakes herself from reverie to hunt the injured.    not a saint, nor a healer    ;    that has never stopped her working hands before.

                    “  madame    --    vous saignez.  ”    (  miss, you’re bleeding.  )    her footfalls are deceptively like a rabbit’s, closing the distance.    brow furrows in cold realisation.    “  laisse-moi t’aider.    allez.  ”    (  let me help you.    come.  )

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