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[felicecamisa]

pics from web #2 da Big Bull v2

[rrottingdogz]

i think id be christian if i believed in god but i find it hard to believe in a figure like him

[n1chijou]

Waifu goals

i am an amorphous blob but thank you though!

Describe me in one word anonymously

[terracemuse]

Mistakenly, we create something to grasp.  (Zenkei Shibayama  1894-1974)

[embracediris-archive]

@honorandblood asked: ‘rough touch’ 

Result: 29 - your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

   IT WAS JUST a gentle touch. A small assertion of the other’s shoulder. He only wanted to reassure Hanzo’s attention, only having the back of his head as his audience as he turned his way from Zenyatta. But there was tension, Zenyatta knew it well. He never imagined though, that such a delicate touch could lead to such catastrophe. 

   A SUDDEN STRIKE left appendage in shambles. Wires bared, metal ripped & dented. It didn’t even register until small metal pieces chimed to the ground. The hand with such delicate intentions now dangling by a mechanical thread. His forearm had been broken like a pencil & his immediate reaction was shock. Not pain. 

   ZENYATTA HAD NO idea how to react. He possibly felt anger for the first time, frustration that such injuries arose from such petty topic, frustration for such unnecessary actions. Then the pain hit him. It wasn’t like normal pain, though. It felt like a shock, a twinge of pain. It really wasn’t often Zenyatta felt pain, he didn’t have a clear concept of it, neither did his systems. So both had to guess on what to feel.

   YET, HE REMAINED silent, speechless & at a loss for words. All he could do was know his boundaries & resort to physical distance for safety. This act scared him to his feet, physically taking the steps back in a wary manner.

[embracediris-archive]

@ryujinoken | closed rp. 

It’d been another day at the tea house. Today, he’d actually gotten a fair amount of things done. He tended to his garden, his bonsai tree ; he mixed some tea blends, he also blended a mixture of spices & made incenses with it. 

He wasn’t expecting company, though. But he was always welcoming any visitors. Genji, especially. Speaking of . . . 

Zenyatta turned his head lightly as he blended a fragrant essence together in a petite ceramic bowl on an oriental table, where he was seated on the ground. Probably more tea blends. Never enough tea. Even if he himself cannot partake in it, he was still quite good at creating nice blends.

    “     Ah! Genji, hello, my friend. What brings you here today? ”

After placing some plastic wrap over the bowl, he rose from the table, standing with hands softly clasped together at chest height.

[stenka-razin]

Corpse Light - Lying in State