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i changed my header and icon in order to be hip again
walks up beside him to take a selfie with. say cheese, gabe.
‘ — …sombra… ’
fleeting bewilderment. he’s trying his best not to snap. surprisingly enough, this time he manages to contain his momentary wrath. a second before the device immortalizes the distressing moment, reaper evaporates in a rush of smoke. he’s now nowhere to be seen.
vape me daddy ;/
both you and your husband leave my house immediately.
deserteye / ana.
i don’t want to fight you. the statement is frigidly declared before she can utter the very same words, but she also knows that there is another sentiment shared between them, known without need of being spoken: but i will if you give me no other choice. ❛ he isn’t here. ❜ she murmurs, a bit more stubbornly, with a hint of the authority that made her so fearsome a captain. just as his grip tightens in apprehension, she turns and moves her cloak aside, brandishing her rifle. a counter-threat. ❛ we don’t have to do this today, gabriel. ❜ gabriel. she ought to stop calling him that, but old habits died hard. ❛ it’s entirely up to you. ❜
things would never be the same – the sensation of that reality sinks in once again, just as it did in giza when she last encountered him. he had been her friend once, hadn’t he? how bitter their draught had turned; but alas, the time to lament it passed. it is not for her to grieve, but to accept.
he growls. it’s guttural and menacing, and in spite of the leaves’ continuous rumble, it resounds through the natural expanse. he’s frustrated. of all people, the least person he thought he’d meet was her. ‘ your unfaltering sense of justice will get you killed one day. ’ reaper surveys the area, his gaze protruding: for a moment, ana is not only motionless but also silent. she stands upright, feet planted firmly to support her position; had he not paid attention, he would have confused her for a part of the escarpment. she’s always been good at this -- completing tasks whilst remaining absolutely unnoticed. right. no time for reminiscing. ‘ why would i believe you? ’
the underside of his weapon -- held securely within a threatening grip -- lowers; its descent is brought about by a self-fabricated sense of doubt. unconsciously, as if he tried to avoid any kind of incoming bloodshed, he backpedals several steps, his amorphous form finally taking a more dimensional shape. anger slowly starts to pent up and hover at the back of his mind. after all this time, after all those battles in which they risked their lives for a seemingly greater cause, in which he cared for them with the entirety of his being, he’s once again alone. he’s always been, after all. ‘ why do you protect him, ana? ’
"Will you jerk off into my mouth?"
blackwatch was a mistake.
i have purged my inbox and later tonight i’m going to consider dropping some of the threads i have in my draftbox in order to get back in the game. forcing my muse is the least thing i want to do right now. sorry about that and in case you’d like to start something/plot, don’t hesitate to contact me. i’m game for almost anything.
send nudes :/
i’m pretty sure you can’t treat this Y incision, so you’re not getting any post-mortem pictures.what for, even? you’re out of your mind.
so i bear my skin & i count my sins & i close my eyes & i take it in ––––& i’m bleeding out
( as adorned by TEDDY ; personal blogs do not rb )
i’ve back for about two days and my question is: where are the doomfist blogs because i hate him in game but maybe someone can make me like him here
the world where gabe gets a redemption arc and a cute dance emote
deserteye / ana.
She’d never quite been able to forget what she’d seen that day in Egypt. Ana was no stranger to fear, but what had become of Gabriel Reyes was another horror, entirely – it was more than his face. It was the fact that such a thing had become of him, a malignant spirit of decay haunting her in every instance where she recalled a friend.
It saddened her, still; why did they have to fight? This wasn’t what she’d wanted, and that much remained evident in her tone, despite a new emotion she’d never felt in his presence until now: unease. ❛ – He isn’t here, Gabriel. It’s only me. ❜ Golden eye remained trained on his mask, discomfort concealed with hardened resolve. She would fight him again, if she had to. ❛ …And I can’t let you attack this base. ❜
‹ ☽ البداية › // @untombed
he’s hostile. it’s evident in the way he hovers about the area and surveys the proximity’s expanse. ana’s presence forces him to halt if only for a moment. he falters on unprepared heels. meeting them -- her, it's a fated event, as it seems. had it been jack, his guns would have already been at attention. he withdraws, gloved palms tightening about the arms’ handles.
‘ move, ’ his voice is baritone, cold, barely breaching through the nocturnal breeze that -- this time -- seems to have seized all the silence. reaper doesn’t hesitate to close the gap around them with a quick drift. his form distorts and reappears behind her in the blink of an eye,‘ this isn’t about you, ana. i don’t want to fight you. ’
these are the only tweets on their accounts
now that my exams are finally over and i’m back from vacation, i’ll try to set this blog back in motion. i’m not sure what i’ll do with my threads yet ( whether i’ll drop/continue anything ) so i’ll give it some time. my rp mojo is kind of rusty, so please, be patient with me.
Jack enjoying a rare soft Gabe
the smell of ash is familiar
is this what self-indulgence looks like
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