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“alright, i’m not trying to go all photography blogger on you or -- creepy dude with a camera, but. y’mind if i take your photograph? promise, not trying to be like -- weird or anything.” his fingers twiddled over the strap of the camera around his neck. “you’re just very pretty and i can’t help myself. i won’t make any money off it -- promise, my website doesn’t have ad revenue.”

It was messy. The Shimada clan as of late had resembled a hydra with its head cut off, all high-keyed aggression and power-hungry leaders vying for more power. Even with his growth in Overwatch, the family’s struggle was always a nagging worry in the back of Genji’s mind. When rumors of an assassination plot made its way to Overwatch, Genji immediately volunteered to check it out, packing his bags for Japan to run reconnaissance. 

Once he touched down in Osaka, Genji made his way to the near temple for guidance. As much as he valued action over forethought, the prospect of returning to what once was home always left Genji feeling as if he needed to grasp for a bit more strength. As he came up the stone steps of the shrine, he noticed delicate smoke lace through the air. Fresh incense had been lit, and as he approached the shrine, he also noticed a bundle of incense sticks sitting there, as if the owner had left in a hurry before being able to light them all. ‘What a waste...’ 

He wonders if maybe they had heard the metallic clink of his feet against the stone and decided to leave, but pushed the thought aside. Two sticks burned there in the brazier, the same as Hanzo had done, the last time they had met. How long had it been again?

He made to light the remaining sticks before noticing the presence at his back. Turning around, he caught the eyes of a small woman, probably a foreigner. Her eyes were an odd color, and the markings running across her were so unusual and almost organic looking that he had his doubts that they were just tattoos. Hopefully she wasn’t the one who’d left the incense. Maybe she was Talon, somehow caught wind of Overwatch activity in the area. Genji feigned a candid shock, falling back into an easy, amiable demeanor.

[meme] | @artificiiallyStatus: CLOSED

★ - sad headcanon

Zarek has never known love (in any verse). He was extremely touch starved for most of his life, so he’s generally confused and wary when affection/love is expressed toward him. He doesn’t know how to handle it. 

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Because of Gaius’ violence toward him, Zarek fears turning into his father. It’s why he does his best to be kind/patient with children, and to reign in his temper. He actually has nightmares of becoming exactly like his father. 

✿ - Sex headcanon

[meme] | @artificiiallyStatus: CLOSED

Stepping out of the shower, he was thankful for the waterproof enhancements to his cybernetics. In the past just trying to be hygienic had been a pain, but how he could at least shower with out assistance or trouble. 

He stood in Lexi’s room naked, towelling off his hair when she came in, not bothering to cover himself up. The assassin had heard her footsteps and besides, he was in her room, in her place up on Helios. “Shower’s all yours if you need it. Astrid gone to bed?” He rolled his shoulders, flexing his back before twisting his head this way and that, working out the knots. 

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Another name off of the list, another mark left as nothing more than a shell of what they were, withered and drained. Satisfaction ran through and over every nerve ending like a living thing. He didn’t remain to gloat over his victory, but to simply bask in the sensation. Like a fly upon the web of a spider, he sensed the approach of another; the air changed, vibrating with a fear that was nearly tangible. It drew his eyes open and he turned his head to look at the cause of it.

A woman that was almost mistakable as another. The blonde halo of hair, the stature, but not the gun. It was all wrong and disturbed the scattered path of thoughts. Tilting his head to the side a low thrum of a chuckle came to his throat. Did she really intend to shoot him with that thing?

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|| Nosy Munday Meme [ x ] // Accepting || 

♋: What drew you to this muse?To be absolutely honest? I didn’t like Reaper at first. I found him to be the stereotypical dark character that was annoying as hell in game and far too cheesy. I got swept up in that Edgy McEdge opinion and while I love dark characters (goodness knows 90% of my characters are dark in some variation) he seemed so one dimensional. 

Then I read his background and was like “wait…wait.. holy shit I can work with this” because I wanted to explore something beyond the first-glance jealousy/revenge story. I wanted to explore ulterior motives, that maybe the villain is actually the misguided hero. And I could not stop thinking about it. 

I was going to make a Lucio blog at first, maybe even Junkrat. But Reaper would NOT shut up in my head. So many what if’s and I wanted to flesh them out so much. Then I made the mistake of asking my best friend “if I made an Overwatch blog, who should I make?” 

“I can see you playing Reaper, Lucio or Hanzo/Genji.”

“Well shit…”

And there you go. The deal was sealed. I made a Reaper blog that night and have been invested since. He also happens to be one of my absolute favorites now. I can’t really think of one other time I’ve been so drawn to a character that has a background that I didn’t make up myself.

☮: Is there anything you don’t like about playing this muse?I actually haven’t found anything yet, other than I don’t have enough people to write with. I have SO many thoughts and ideas and AUs I would love to bring to fruition, but very limited chances since I’m fairly new to this RP forum. I’m hoping to change that by doing something I never do (because I’m so friggin shy and nervous about approaching folk) and that’s randomly tossing memes and asks at people. 

[meme] | @artificiiallyStatus: accepting

Ffamran was leaning back on the floor of Lexi’s apartment on Helios, watching the Hyperion propaganda. By the time he looked Lexi’s way, she had her back to him, an elastic between her lips as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail. With out thinking, he began to watch her quietly, swallowing hard.