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                        it doesn’t all have to be existential dread     -     @mzcal​      ♡

     how he wished that the next time he died he would stay dead. end the constant suffering his body was in, the constant decay and regeneration hurt more than he’d ever let a soul know. reaper did not care for the pain that gabriel still felt, regardless of who felt what, though. sombra could never catch wind of... well... anything that he was feeling. he was not supposed to feel. he didn’t feel. a monster of pure rage fuelled on revenge was all that remained. it was nothing personal against sombra - except that it was. he didn’t trust her as far as he could throw her. someone with all the knowledge and access to information couldn’t be trusted no matter how much had been proved towards her cause. 

     as brilliant as she was at what she did, he wish he didn’t know her. should she ever even get a glimpse of what was going on behind that mask & behind those eyes, she’d simply have to be destroyed. a tragic outcome for someone so brilliant. 

" you might tell me how you did it someday. perhaps over some drinks? " / hey u come around here often sweet cheeks??? 😏

         The warm hues of oranges and yellows painted the summer afternoon with almost a lazy sort of attitude. The desert sun began to hang low, but the heat was still sweltering and miserable. Ashe had opted to remove her coat and hat awhile back, making sure to loosen those top buttons of her blouse while she was at. Meanwhile, the companion sprawled out to her left seemed to be making herself right at home; fanning herself with one hand and holding a melting fruit pop in the other. The sticky fluid dripped onto the floor, which was in desperate need of cleaning anyway; so the cowgirl didn’t bother fussing about it. 

           This was starting to become commonplace, the Talon Hacker in her home, in her hideout, and perhaps most importantly, in her bed. -- their relationship was complicated, to say the least. 

           There was a playful attitude, but also something more dangerous that kept the two together. Time after time they always found themselves in this dance, and if Ashe didn’t know any better she would say that her friend had become rather comfortable here as well. Here not exactly being a place, but rather something much less tangible and hard to explain. The conversations were casual and rather flirtatious in nature; even if it was far too hot to even think about touching one another. 

           " You might tell me how you did it someday. perhaps over some drinks? ", a pointless tease as she watched Sombra curse at the sudden realization that the fruity treat was now oozing all over her hand. A burst of half laughter left red painted lips as Ashe leaned back, she could feel her skin sticking to the expensive leather as she shifted her attention the open window. Not a breeze in sight to rustle those thin curtains -- how miserable indeed. Air conditioning was something she could afford, but maybe she enjoyed being this old fashion. Her childhood estate had always been cold, dark, and empty; somewhere subconsciously perhaps she was determined to make sure no place she considered home reminded her of that exquisite cage. 

            “Are y’all implying that I’m going to tell you all my secrets?”, a chuckle as the older woman adjusted and propped herself up to watch her cohort. The world’s best hacker was now licking at her fingers in a futile attempt to clean up some of the mess she was making, and it was moments like this that made them both feel a little more human. “Also since when have you ever been the one buying the drinks? Last I remember it was always my card that ended up on the bar at the end of the night.”, she spoke with the slightest smile as she unstuck parts of her skin from the leathery adhesion. 

          Moments passed as she continued to watch the hacker struggle, but she seemed to eventually get a handle on it as she popped the whole thing in her mouth and shrugged innocently. A tongue made of silver and claws filled with more venom than a viper, Sombra was nobody to take lightly, and yet here Ashe was falling for it all the same. It was women like her that left you for dead, the kind that thought loyalty was foolish, and the kind that broke her heart every time. Thoughts of Jesse entered in a passing kind of way, she had been a fool for him too -- guess some things never really change. 

           “Hey Sombra.”, there was hesitation. She shouldn’t tell her about this, and surely she shouldn’t invite her to such an important and exclusive event. The talon agent was untrustworthy at best, downright manipulative at worst. Letting her prance around unchecked in an event with so many powerful faces and names, that sounded like a terrible idea. Especially giving it to her for FREE, she should at least demand something in exchange, but that demand never did come. 

           “If you’re serious about those drinks, I gotta go up north real soon. It’s a private event…”, now she had her attention. Those large purple doe eyes lit up with excitement, and something that Ashe could only describe as hunger, “I have a plus one, now this is a formal event. Invitation only, I suppose I could take y’all along if you’re willing to behave.” 

         This was a mistake that the cowgirl seemed to be dead set on repeating, and the realization of this went down hard and bitter like a shot of buttermilk. -- rising from her seat she walked over to the woman without a real name, the one who had stolen the one thing she could never replace with all the money in the world. Still despite all of that, Elizabeth leaned down, sealing her proposal with a kiss. 

the last of us ask meme !

❝ you shittin’ me? y’know i was in the covert ops division for years, ❞ he’s looking at the other, with an are you serious kind of expression. ❝ ‘course sneakin’ ‘round them is part o’ my style. ❞

sure, he’s one to rather go down in a hail of bullets, but he still knew when to be quiet. right?

wrong.

talk about your muse ask meme !

send 🦄 for a physical health headcanon

oh yeah, it doesn't take a physician to know that jesse is fit. he's always been that way though, with an athletic bod and healthy all around. but honestly, if he wasn't going around doing jobs and practically forcing himself to stay fit, he probably would have a beer belly or something cause of all the times he goes out drinking.

@mzcal​ said: lavender, héliotrope !

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

Now; for Harold it’s both a yes and a no. He does not entirely agree with the overall concept modern society possesses of soulmates, ie. for them to always have to be a romantic affair, to be limited to a single person one is to meet once in a lifetime etc.

While his idealistic tendencies would have one believe he would be quick to subscribe to the idea, he is, in fact, a man serious and realistic enough to consider it little more than romantic idealisation, a fantastical way for society to describe the most desirable kind of a connection that can be achieved between two human beings.

That being said, he does, indeed, very much believe such close relationships considered as ‘soulmates’ are realistically achievable. He is perhaps not the biggest fan of the descriptor itself, but he understands why others would prefer to use it referring to their romantic or platonic bonds.

Harold isn’t sure he ever had a ‘soulmate’ himself; he cared for a great bunch of people in his life, alright, and, oh, how much he cared for them! But rarely has his affection been reciprocated quite to the same degree he tends to display.

Perhaps, at times, he simply… cares a little too much. Feels a little too much.

Then again, he isn’t entirely certain what a soulmate even is supposed to feel like, so... how would he be able to tell at all?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

It is fairly easy to gain his trust, really! And even if one was to disappoint him in any shape or manner, if the trust was to be broken, he would be pretty quick to forgive the mishap. He would hurt, yes; he would pretend the ‘betrayal’ does not get to him too much, but he, indeed, would need a little time to still his broken heart.

However! Despite the resentment and hurt he might feel, he is very quick to rationalise the other’s behaviour, to apply context to their actions, to try and reason why such bothersome behaviour would be warranted at all.

He does not want to be mad. And he wishes to forgive. To understand. God, how badly he wishes to do so! He despises unnecessary conflict and prefers to talk things out, should misunderstandings or lapses in judgement threaten his peaceful coexistence with others.

Harold is just… a very gentle, soft character in general. And even though it hurts; he knows the only way to mend a wound is to clean the injury and apply medication to it, to care for it; he prefers to nurture his relationships, instead of letting things fester. He does bottle things up a lot, indeed, yes; but these are displayed through bouts of depressive moods, rather than outbursts of anger.

He’s too caring and loving to hold a grudge for too long. What’s the point anyway?

What’s the point of letting hurt poison your life, when you could work through it together with your loved ones? What’s the point of wallowing in misery, when hugs and apologies are so much more effective social strategies, overall?

Apologise. It’s as easy as that. Apologise, explain where you think you went wrong and as far as he is concerned, no wrong has ever been done. Now? All that’s left to do is to derive consequences from the event, to apply them in the future, building a more harmonious environment with every little step taken.

@mzcal​​ said: " look at all those chickens. "

“Mmmmm-“ comes in response, low and threatening, like the growl of a wild beast, hidden in the depths of earth, whose slumber had just been interrupted by an adventurer foolish enough to believe they would be a match for the behemoth.

Of course, he did not mean for it to come out that way. Threatening… was just his way of being, really. And he did not mind it - quite the contrary, his menacing presence had saved him the trouble of actually involving himself in useless conflicts more often than he was able to count or to even recall.

But just because he was rather fond of this particular quality, did not mean he meant to intimidate the people around him every time he opened his mouth to speak, with every gesture and every involuntarily menacing look offered.

He just… was like that. He could not really help it, even if he wanted to.

And right in this moment? The large Junker could not be further from wishing harm upon the little spy. This time around she had not managed to get on his nerves just yet. Better for her, really.

He stood there silently for another moment, watching the rotisserie chickens turn round and round, slowly and deliberately, taking in the intoxicating smell of perfectly seasoned and thoroughly roasted meat. Oh, he was SO here for this.

“Calling dibs.” he offered quickly, as though worried the other might wish to impose on the potential portion of food he was about to acquire. Legally? Now, that was yet to see.

“You can have one.” he added, one meaty finger pointing at the hacker. “One. Got it?” A rather beneficial offer it was, too, as far as he was considered. Oh, wasn’t he a merciful, caring one?

Truly.

A model citizen, looking out for others. A shining example to all.

@mzcal​ said: im on mobile so checkmark :)c

My muse(s): Roadhog

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse (as with others before, I am more or less aware of the canon info available to us, but would love to hear more about your own portrayal~)

Setting: pre-recall | post-recall | different time point | modern | alternate universe(in-ovw universe or something new entirely) | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship (partners in crime! let’s go!!)

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other (we could have a couple plotted-out ones at first and then move on to unplotted~)

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!