I don't feel, that's the point isn't it?
"I see the way you look at me. It's pathetic."
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I don't feel, that's the point isn't it?
"I see the way you look at me. It's pathetic."
Like/follow/reblog if you'd be interested in interacting with an independent Widowmaker roleplay/ask blog.
「 Life and death balance on the edge of my blade. 」
penned by rai. read rules before interacting.
La veuve tisse sa toile.
IND / PRIV / SELE WIDOWMAKER OF OVERWATCH
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i’m not in the mood to make an actual promo rn so .
like this if you would be interested in writing with WIDOWMAKER / AMÉLIE LACROIX , from blizzard’s OVERWATCH . ( please be sure to give my rules a quick glean over first ! )
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Ayoooo who here would like to interact with a newly rekindled Widowmaker blog~? My former URL was osculummortiferum, & I’d love to get some threads goin’ again soon! Please Like this if you’d like me to give ya a follow, & please Reblog so it can get spread around!
un vrai chef-d'oeuvre
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New Open/Indie Widowmaker Roleplay Account.
Mun&Muse 21+ | 10 Years RP Experience
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The blue light zipped through the sky, the girl leading it barely seen in the darkness of the night. She jumped between rooftops as she traveled, bouncing effortlessly with the help of her chronal accelerator. A soft “wee!” could be heard, a giggle followed, as the mysterious blue light stopped on a high roof overlooking King’s Row. She sat quietly, retrieving a small pack from the satchel on her shoulder, ripping it open and happily chomping down on the chip butty she packed as a midnight snack. She kicked her legs gently as she ate, enjoying the quiet stillness of the night.
SHRIEK WHEN THE PAIN HITS DURING INVESTIGATION. REACH INTO THE DARK AGES AND FIND A SOUND THAT IS LIQUID HORROR, A SOUND OF THE BRINK WHERE MAN STOPS AND NAMELESS CRUEL FORCES BEGIN. SCREAM WHEN YOUR LIFE IS THREATENED. FORM A NOISE SO TRUE THAT YOUR TORMENTOR RECOGNIZES IT AS A VOICE THAT LIVES IN HIS OWN THROAT.
THE TRUE SOUND TELLS HIM THAT HE CUTS HIS FLESH WHEN HE CUTS YOURS, THAT HE CANNOT THRIVE AFTER HE TORTURES YOU. widowmaker / written by remington.