#timelessdetermination

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                              ┌                                                  ┐                                   Reapxng’s Follow Forever List                                 └                                                  ┘ Hello, folks! I’m almost at my next milestone so I figured I’d do a follow forever thing! Special thanks to everybody who follows me and got me to where I am!

Follow Forever (A.K.A Amazingly stellar people):

@love--dva , @toliiberate , @sexblaze , @acceptedmyself , @disharmcnic , @ziegleroncall

Other awesome people who you need to follow:

@gcldenfool , @oldsoldixrsneverdie , @littlebadger , @sncwflcke @mekaactavated 

And some other people who I hope we talk and RP more in the future:

@santigoldsaint , @betterhealing , @voiceofthenormandy @shcmada @timelessdetermination @malasombra @shortstoutandswedish @skycodes-and-coffee

[odiiled-blog]

@timelessdetermination

              widowmaker was perched quietly atop a building in king’s row, staring down at the statue standing tall where mondatta had fallen. her legs were tucked into a lotus position, and she was completely unmoving as she simply... thought.

               she was aware that she was subhuman; she was aware that her employers were monsters; she was aware that her timer was ticking. what she didn’t know was what she was supposed to do about it. going to talon and vocalizing a wish to be reconditioned further sounded tempting; having her developing emotions taken away would be a mercy at this point for all of the confusion that they caused within her. trying to fix herself would only result in all the pain and regret that had been no more than nightmares in the early hours of the morning or a dull ache in her chest would barrel into her full force at once, which she wanted nothing to do with.

             for the moment, she was between missions. there was no rush. her curfew was hours off. she could just sit... and think.

             she heard lena on the roof behind her, but she did not turn to face her. she simply continued staring at the statue -- it did not matter to her if the younger woman just decided to shoot her in the back of the head and get it over with. it was almost preferable.

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Eddie wandered aimlessly, arms wrapped around herself as her eyes wandered. She noticed the odd stares and knew why; upon her shoulder sat Jareth who didn’t seem to care at all about the people who looked at him. The bird even went as far as to stretch his wings when someone shot a disgusted look their way.

Eddie ignored it all, for he was her friend and there was no way she’d leave him behind even if she lived in the area. She was snapped out of her thoughts by a soft coo in her ear, eyes flicking to look at the bird; somehow she knew what he meant though not through any kind of English translation, just a feeling.

“Fine, fine. We have a little bit of extra money, lets stop in at a cafe or something,” she told him with a sigh, rolling her shoulder to better secure her slipping bag. Her eyes rose to eye the buildings around her, but the woman didn’t recognize much at all. She doubted there’d be any such place for a while-

She froze then, blinking a few times. She recognized a face, though not personally. Flashbacks to her childhood hit her hard, the stories her parents had told her, the articles she’d stared at with such awe even before she could read the large words. A fluttery feeling started in the pit of her stomach and she swallowed; perhaps she should say hi? This was likely her only chance to say hi. You can do this, Eddie. You’ve done so much already.

With a deep breath, the girl began walking forward. The closer she got to the woman, though, the more nervous and less confident she became until she was standing almost curled in on herself, eyes downcast and teeth lightly biting her lip. Thankfully there weren’t huge crowds of people around, ‘else she’d probably be swept away and lose her chance.

“H-hi. Are you- I-I’m sorry I just thought I recognized you. Would you p-perhaps be, uh... Tracer?” she asked, fumbling on the soft words. Despite the mustered courage to speak, she sounded so small and felt so insignificant, but behind her worries was excitement, awe and glee to even be able to meet one of her heroes. She almost wanted to cry.

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@timelessdetermination liked for a starter.

             it had been weeks now since their conversation at king’s row, and widowmaker had been purposefully avoiding missions in which she would run into tracer since. avoiding anything involved with overwatch, period. her targets had been limited to the occasional omnic-sympathizing politician or an agent causing trouble. 

              that was not enough to keep her from getting herself in danger, though. she had been feeling more and more, and her employers had caught on -- and the absolute last thing that widowmaker wanted to do was go through with more reconditioning. she was stuck at an odd midway point between her two lives, and the only thing she could really think to do was run away from talon’s base and break into lena’s apartment before she could get home.

              she paced, she looked at pictures, and she was sitting on the bed when lena finally returned. the widow was not considering that it might be a little unnerving to have a known assassin in one’s home, her mind occupied by her situation.

               “i need your help, cherie, and possibly angela ziegler’s, if can be arranged.”

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“When I’m good, I’m very good. But when I’m bad, I’m better.” -demonsandmercy

@demonsandmercy

“Should I assume that with everything you do?” Morrison asks, on edge as usual with her presence. It was strange to speak so lightly with a demon--but she seemed to not want to murder him yet.

He’ll keep cautious.