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#❛ THE HUNGER IN YOUR HAUNT — ( aesthetic. )#nsfw //

#❛ SIT HERE & SLEEP WHILE I SLIP POISON IN YOUR EAR — ( appearance. )

◝ * ｡ @divinefed ♡

tentative steps creep up behind the busied doctor. ( leave her be-- she has work to do / patients to attend to. ) amélie grew bored of revising / impatience rang loudly in sensitive senses. a cloying loneliness engraving malicious discrepancies into brittle bone. ( ❛ i’m lonely. ❜ ) the widowmaker bristles within, feeling the intensity to which amélie yearned for warmth. height aids her in getting around offensive office chair; dulled violet cheek nuzzling angela’s shoulder with a level of affection forbidden to most. wilted flower could feign softness / life & longing. however, this was not feigned. amélie felt to an agonizing extent-- unable to harness widowmaker’s ability to set it aside.

❝ i couldn’t wait any longer, angela. i tried. ❞

#divinefed #❛ DID THAT STING? — ( in character. )#timeline tbd.

DULCET MACHINATION / CLOYING PEST

THE FLORESCENT LIGHTS OF MACHINE CRAFTED SPINE blink through flimsy shirt cover as hacker leaps gracefully to counter top, long tanned legs crossing, brushing lightly and teasingly against the cold-skinned spider. ‘ why i remain here with talon. ‘ she copies in an accent not far from correct. again, she catches hair between her fingers and gives it a twist, a tug in irritation that she’s being ignored. ‘ are you doubting my loyalty to this NOBLE organization we serve? that’s just… ‘ she sighs, releases hair before she’s swatted away again. ‘ cruel. ‘

OUT OF UNIFORM, LAX / APPARENTLY RESTING. ( adorned in a simple loose fitting shirt, shorts fitted beneath. ) sombra always found amusement in testing the limits to which widowmaker could endure. festering machination of their own ruination. the spider could find comfort in hiding beneath the many layers of ice / frigid and free from empathy’s confines. nose wrinkles in particular distaste, the brush of limbs failing to stir more than a scoff from alluring maw. ❝ you’re impossible. if you wanted kindness you’ve found the wrong individual to receive it from. ❞ digits instinctively reach to grip taunting palm; vice like reaction conveying that she was no longer fooling around. ❝ stop it. if you want something say it, i don’t like these games. ❞ vocalization comes as more of a growl; taller frame crowding that of the apt hacker.

#hackfed #❛ DID THAT STING? — ( in character. )#( ladies pls. )

I’M SCREAMING RIGHT THROUGH YOUR VEINS

HUES MIMIC THE silver of bullets beside the sticky crimson marring his brow, ❛ heh. now what on earth gave you THAT idea? ❜ virginian twitched between teeth. head tilts in regard as voice remains conversational, STRANGE in few syllables but sure ❛ may just be you, ‘ i find pleasure in our acquaintance. ❜ half-truth. finger urges them to come forward ( knowing very well they wouldn’t cross boundary ) ❛ i found a spot just over there. ❜ steel intervenes.

optics roll at gruff intonation--- readying her rifle and stepping towards him. ❝ first of all, you’re late. secondly, i know you’d prefer someone else to finish this mission along side. ❞ heavily lilted vocalization is dipped in venom. to protect herself / to protect she who dwelt within. despising the demand his fingers inferred. ❝ i am perfectly capable of finding my own spot. ❞ wet muscle moves to moisten plush tiers, brows knitting in idle frustration.

#pistolslang #❛ DID THAT STING? — ( in character. )#( pls. )

I DON’T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU AIN’T ON MY TEAM — i don’t need your love. i don’t need a thing. ( talon edit 1/?? ) @rotwar

#talon #overwatch edit #mine.#( BI )#( happy valentines day moon !! )

◝ * ｡ @pistolslang ♡

❝ did you think you could escape my sights so easily? ❞ ever mocking the spider saunters toward him; honeyed optics leveled those to darkened pools. unafraid, digits hooked around the nose of her rifle. ❝ look. i don’t like the idea of working together either. but we do it because we have to-- not because we want to, cowboy. ❞ deadpan intonation icily conveyed. his amélie slumbered, the widowmaker was his begrudging ally.

#pistolslang #❛ DID THAT STING? — ( in character. )

SWEET PETAL / DULCET MELODY

❛ IS THAT YOU ? ❜ how the princess’ face glows with curiosity ! ❛ i have to apologize in the name of my cousin i’m afraid he is … well, not available at this moment. oh ! you can call me dorothea. ❜ a little cursty was offered.

@targetfed 🌹

❝ YOU’VE BEEN WAITING ON ME, HM? ❞ honeyed hues scan over the princess with idle ease. ivories lightly gripping lower petal in response to the dulcet intonation. ❝ my future husband, always late. ❞ wane shoulders move in a short shrug. ❝ a pleasure-- amélie. ❞ curtsy returned.

#lacecrown #❛ DID THAT STING? — ( in character. )

ICARUS FALLEN / ICHORSHED & FINE WINE

❛ i have to say, darling, the blue suits you. ❜ / @targetfed

❝ i’m purple. purple. ❞

#❛ DID THAT STING? — ( in character. )#targetfed #( i am so sorry. )

rppanda

Kiss my Muse! Send me 💋 + a Number!

Kiss on the cheek

Kiss on the nose

Kiss on the shoulder

Kiss on the back

Kiss on the lips

Kiss on the hand

Kiss on the foot

Kiss on the stomach

Kiss on the neck

Kiss on the head

#meme.#( pfff )

webwoven. everyone should watch this.

#SPIDER MAN. SPIDER MAN. DOES WHATEVER A SPIDER CAN. ( ooc. )#( i'm crying. but starting to work on things. )

DULCET MACHINATION / CLOYING PEST

AMUSEMENT MARKED FEATURES TAKE IN exasperation, amber eyes, the cool blue skin of a girl marked for / defying death. for a woman who considers everything a game, everything a prize to be won or lost, she considers this the epitome of challenge, and revels in it. though she no longer smiles, the expression lingers there anyway. ‘ we have been partners for so long. have i not EARNED it by now? ‘ how slyly she delivers words, even if she already knows the answer. it is more fun to win when there are obstacles. ‘ games? i see no games, only a lovely / distrustful spider. ‘

IVORIES GNAW AT THE INSIDE OF SENSITIVE cheek, inhalation through her nose taken as she mentally talks herself out of resorting to violence. ❝ non. you have not yet earned my trust. to expect it is childish, even after all of this time. i personally don’t know your motives-- & why you remain here with talon. ❞ unlike herself, sombra had a choice in the matter. however, that thought doesn’t cross the widowmaker’s mind. lithe digits pick up a silken rag to begin cleaning her rifle / anything to keep her distracted from the pesky hacker. ❝ what is it you want from me? don’t you have something to do--.... ❞ something else to do, that is.

#hackfed #❛ DID THAT STING? — ( in character. )#( still trying out stuff with my icons. idek if i like them yet. :c )

◝ * ｡ @raisedwar

a soft, yet predaceous hum flees full lips. index tapping against her chin, whiskey hues examining the fully armored soldier within her sights. ❝ bonjour belle oiseau-- ❞ shot taken. off-side; kissing metallic armor intimately. precise, & just where widow wanted it to. with no intent to injure / only to warn of her presence. rifle set aside, gently--- as one would something precious and beloved. digits curl toward the center of gloved palm; playful wave as cheshire smirk tugs at her lips.

#raisedwar #❛ DID THAT STING? — ( in character. )#( winks @ you )

theroning

#❛ THE HUNGER IN YOUR HAUNT — ( aesthetic. )

DULCET MACHINATION / CLOYING PEST

GIRL / MACHINE ( WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE ANYMORE? ) is almost divine in the celestial sense, in the vulgar sense; she wears disrespect like a cosmetic, like a lipstick on lips curled in mockery. ‘ i told you to trust me, araña. ‘ careless and far too intimate, as she is with all things, she twists a strand of the spider’s dark hair between fingers. ‘ ease up. ‘ / @targetfed·

HONEYED OPTICS HOLD those of hypnotic hue, ivories catching plush lower lip as she bites back an unwarranted remark. sighing in exasperation-- knowing that the space between them remained a game for sombra. ❝ you ask for my trust like it is some easy thing to give. ❞ murmured with the same razor edge. long digits move to push the other’s palm from ebony locks, palm eventually clasping around wrist. ❝ enough games-- tell me what you want. ❞

#hackfed #❛ DID THAT STING? — ( in character. )#( * sombra pls.

targetfed:

webwoven. lowkey starter call. BI be gentle with me / weeps.

#ooc.

EMPATHY’S DAUGHTER / DAUNTED ANNOYANCE

❛ i don’t care. ❜ small stature stood strong in the face of withering glance / where VENOM should tarnish her flesh to ash if lashes were to spew it. resolute, determined / war hero bolstered. ❛ i’m serious. i want to know. ❜

scoff offered, vibrant optics rolling. ❝ how could someone like you, help me? ❞ venomous vocalization is followed by a graceful roll of her shoulders. the idea that everyone was out to get her ate at any viable potential for friendship. finding it harder to relate / keeping herself safe beneath the intricately composed armor she’s cocooned. arms crossed over her chest. ❝ you’re a pest. ❞

#burysong #❛ DID THAT STING? — ( in character. )

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