#everdaring

❀ 𓏬 Camilla was always one to be easily distracted when it was allowed. Like this instance, shopping was always an activity she let her head wonder. Taking in the different sights of every new island, and in today's case, taking in the sounds. The music she heard easily got her to detour to its source.

Doomfist, but it's actually pretty close. They both know her and her capabilities pretty well - not fully because she's not that dumb - but Moira is clever in that annoying Batman way that gives Sombra a big fucking headache. Doomfist is also clever but not so much in the super evil genius way - she'd mostly just wanna run though 'cause that punch would hurt.

When Asa accepted the task of becoming the Shimadas' swordsmaster, she never imagined that she would come to view Genji and Hanzo as if they were her own sons - and when she learned of what the elders had told Hanzo to do, her heart had shattered.

She didn't know that Genji had survived the attack, and she grieved him greatly for years. She still does even now. Having been the one to train the brothers, she feels like she has some of his blood on her hands - even if she knows that she can't control what they do with the skills she taught them.

"Dizzy-Fizzy-Hizzy-Wizzy~" She can keep going like this.

Silently cocks his gun, keeping eye contact.

@everdaring​ asked: ❛ did you know that icicles make the perfect murder weapon? ❜ (/ @ i'm thinking ares or aphrodite, but i'm happy with any of your muses~ )

meme i’ve forgotten | Not Accepting

Aphrodite was happily pruning some of the roses in her garden with her lovely daughter sitting close by. It would be a surprising question if anyone else but Ares was the father of her daughter. As it was she was used to random questions like these.

“I did.” Her voice remains as sweet and happy as ever despite the topic. “Even better if it is a knife-shaped icicle.” She did not even lift her eyes away from the beautifully-scented flowers as she worked, just snipping away as she knelt on a cushion in the warm sun. “That way they waste their time trying to find a knife that no longer exists.”

“Did you know it is the blood in the soil of a battlefield that makes the flowers afterwards grow so well?”

dionysus leans back from righting his wife's hair covering , adjusting the pin ever so slightly . it was a two handed job , resulting in a smirk across his face at the thought and the goblet being put down onto the side table . once finished , he summons the goblet to his hand . it drags ever so slightly , causing the god to turn his head to the source of such hesitancy .

he does not expect to see a full baby hanging from the goblet . ❛ what the –– ❜ he separates the child from the goblet , one hand holding a baby , the other holding his goblet . before he can ask his wife for assistance , she's gone , leaving him with the child .

her parentage is impossible to deny but the fact remains that dionysus has no idea what she should or should not be drinking . ❛ ...you won't tell ? ❜ he asks , a  rhetorical question since he doesn't expect an answer . ❛ but i'm pretty sure little ladies are supposed to drink out of bottles , hmmm let's see .... ❜