#wrathfl

[hnting]

what would jess wear for Helloween uwu

Ghostface! Or some other slasher to switch things up from year to year. She brings her hunting knife as an accessory every time, so Watch Out. The alternative would be one of those ugly/cheap werewolf masks. Either way, she's not invested in a complex costume, but she enjoys Halloween. Her favorite holiday, by far. 👻

[apoapsis]

@wrathfl said, ❛ the body is like a battery. every now and then, you need to recharge a little. ❜  (bonus: she's passing a glass of brandy to him. )

              On one hand, he hates disturbances. Every little creak and shuffle of the door sliding open and shut disturbed his peace, wasting the previous hour of focusing. It’s the way people seemed to barge into his spaces with very little concern towards his privacy– that was what made SIEBREN’S stay in TALON so prison-like and suffocating. Even being placed as far down in the facility as he was, it felt he could never truly escape the prying eyes of others. 

Yet… on the other hand, no one brought offerings in return for receiving his council. 

            Serpentlike lavender eyes follow her silhouette intently as the brunette shuffles through the maze-like lair that was his laboratory, ready to criticize, and yet receiving no opportunity to do so, when she rounds loosely stacked paperwork and machine-cluttered tables to approach his workbench. Initially, her remark earns her a lethargic rolling of his eyes– but when the glass is waved in front of him, allowing the acrid tang of alcohol to invade his proximity, it’s as if all malevolence falls away from him. The weighty saturation of the ANOMALY’S influence on his surroundings still remains, but it doesn’t hang over her as oppressively as before.

“... I wish it was. At least a battery would hold its charge…” SIEBREN murmurs tiredly, allowing himself to lean back in his computer chair from where he’d been rigidly leaning over yet another programming dataset.

           He almost doesn’t want to drink it; it felt like it should be savored, rather than enjoyed. 

But he isn’t like his other half– indulgences were meant to be indulged in, not savored.  

           And just like that, the golden fluid disappears and the glass is placed down firmly, prompting a subtle shudder from the astrophysicist in question as the bitterness settles, burning his senses yet clearing them simultaneously.  

“... What…. Is the occasion…?”

[apoapsis]

@wrathfl // ♥ [mercy]

"... It looks so inviting outside... Don't you think?"

[monmuses]

wrathfl asked: ❛  apparently, we’re going to be working on this together now.  ❜ / for Mcree ! ; 🐝 * ― 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

"I reckon that we are..." It wasn't the first time he'd be paired with another in their mission together. While he didn't mind doing solo missions, he enjoyed doing them with a duo partner. Perhaps this time around, it wouldn't be too messy like how Sombra used to treat it back in the day before Overwatch...

"...let's start with introductions. Just so we're on the same page," he spoke, raising a hand to shake the other. "Name's Jesse McCree. Pleasure to be workin' with you."

[aquicksojourn]

How would Sojourn react to finding out Reaper's real identity? / questions for character meme !

She'd 100% be pissed off when she figures out Reaper's identity. It wasn't as if she was super close to Reyes (by the time she joined Overwatch, it was more peacekeeping than anything, so she didn't develop any war bonds like she did with Morrison), but she knew of the man. She knew what a hero he was during the Crisis--how he helped shaped the post-Crisis world alongside Jack.

To have someone so storied flip for the wrong side would be devastating.

She'd want to know what reasons he had for betraying them Overwatch the world and joining Talon. She'd probably demand it, even though she doesn't have as tight of a relationship with him as, let's say, Cole does. She'd probably confront him on behalf of Cole, too, because she's used to doing the hard shit...and Cole has had enough on his plate right now. He doesn't need to add 'confronting his mentor' to it all.

But she'll gladly do it. And she'll go all in, not even bothering to soften her blows. If she can't knock some sense into that emo head of his, the very least she can do is knock him out.

[vastiitas]

" put the gun down and let's talk."

"Funny way of askin' for Mercy." Low-hanging fruit punning off her name? He's not above the offense and that grin hanging off his cheeks says that he knows exactly what he's done.

Sunlight punches through the shiny plastic reds of the vessel of a water gun; outlines where the water starts and ends as it jostles. It's a Beach day for Blackwatch - even Black Op agents get to screw around once in awhile. The sand bakes heats, seeps between toes. Soft, too. You wouldn't find this in the coarse pebbles of his home desert, wouldn't hear that pur of the ocean as the waves curl in lapping into the land.

He plucks the wooden bone of a popsicle from his teeth. He drawls, feline and smug, "Let's hear your last words, partner."

[amadaans]

[text] –– i got punched in the face by a cowboy last night. // for moira !

random tfln part 03 / @wrathfl

mercy ⤷ it is very likely that you deserved it. mercy ⤷ how is cole doing these days?

[amadaans]

[text] –– come over. dress lightly, bring tequila. // for sombra! uwu

random tfln part 03 / @wrathfl

mercy ⤷ what kind of tequila? mercy ⤷ are we doing shots? making margaritas? sipping?