#climxtologist

mei vc: say please ):

SO VERY RARELY does the king fall prey to such things as love and affection -- things so very soft, things that turn him soft. Weakness has no place in any part of his being, not after all the work he has done to cast aside weakness, to build strength in its place. He has altered his body greatly, has mastered fighting techniques, has trained even his mind in the pursuit of strength, of evolution. It should have been impossible for anyone or anything to ruin that and act as his weak spot. Should have been -- but it wasn’t.

OH, what a fool he’s become! It is an infection -- a virus, undetected by his body’s systems, spreading through veins and arteries until his entire being falls ill from a disease that feels so horribly incurable. She has taken hold of him in a way no one has before, and his mind reels to reach a solution, to find a cure for this sickness called love, but it is too late. He is in too deep.

That smile melts him, softens his golden eyes. It was gone quickly, but he knew it wouldn’t last. He knew it was offered as more of an apology than anything. A large hand comes to rest upon the side of her face, the pad of a thumb brushing across her cheek to wipe stray tears away. She is far too beautiful to cry.

Golden eyes do not stay soft for long. His expression hardens as he hears of her reasoning, frustration pooling in the pit of his being, anger building on top of it. He can hardly expect her to leave everything for him -- but some part of him, perhaps most ( or all ) of him does regardless. He would not leave Talon for her, but why shouldn’t she leave something as pitiful as Ov.erwatch for him, for a man who could provide for her and keep her safer than anyone else could?

well ok don't use porn but like there are also sfm shorts on youtube and pharah is probably in a few of them . also i think its cool to use fanart still but others may not think so

     “Never been a fan of the cold,” an idle comment, one made after much witnessing of Mei freezing people and things. That weapon of hers is ridiculously useful, that’s for sure, but he’s gotten too close for comfort more than once and has ended up shivering and with goosebumps. He exhales, head tilted away from her, but his entire attention is on her. Not much else to focus on right now. 

     “ what, you mean no KILLING ? at all ? surely that cannot be so. ” what a curious little thing she is. so very different from any of their kind that amélie has met before, && not just for feeding on life force over blood. it’s rare to find a creature of the night who actually cares for the well-being of the living -- - honestly, most she knows prefer to kill for sport. “ it is still necessary for you to feed, non ? then why deprive yourself of all the fun ? ”