#warcorrupted

@warcorrupted | expression meme: no longer accepting.

callout post @ gabriel reyes, blackwatch commander:

acts like he’s scared of furries when we all know he has a gotdamn barn owl fursona he secretly commissions art of on furaffinity

poses like an edgy 14 y/o in all official overwatch group photos

my mom says i'm not a real american because i hate cornbread

valkyriieonline replied to your post “Cornbread discourse.”

look. Southerners take their cornbread very seriously. It's a point of PRIDE

desertbred replied to your post “Cornbread discourse.”

someone: cornbread everyone from the midwest or south: can go on and on about cornbread

warcorrupted replied to your post “Cornbread discourse.”

i am from the south i'm dying

The black smoke had almost engulfed him now. His view was obscured of everything but the looming hammer and the edges of the smirk on Reinhardt’s drawn face. The wraith could not help but laugh in hoarse whispering tone. The strain on his voice more prevalent than it usually was. “It’ll never be over.”

They’d kill him again. He would reform. He would kill. It was a cycle now. Neverending.“Shetook that from me.” Took his ending away back in the rubble of Swiss Headquarters.

All there was left was to wait for the hammer to fall.

“She took nothing.” Reinhardt bellowed in reply, shocking even himself with the anger in his voice. Behind the impassive mask of his helmet, his teeth were bared in an ugly snarl.

The hammer, when it does finally fall, comes down with every last scrap of force Reinhardt can muster. His own immense strength amplified by cold rage and his power armor, rendered into something practically unstoppable. But more than that, the hammer falls with all the weight and gravity of Reinhardt’s own crushing sorrow. Gabriel had been a good man, righteous in his own way. They had never exactly been close, but Gabriel had deserved so much better.

The impact fractures the concrete like glass, rattling the nearby buildings to their very foundations, and for a long moment Reinhardt’s world is gone, lost in a cloud of hot dust and a hail of debris. When the mess is finally swept away by a breath of wind, he finds himself alone. The crater in the shattered pavement where the thing had been is empty, devoid of any indication it’d ever been there in the first place.

The victory feels… hollow. Not entirely unlike Reinhardt himself. Inside his thick carapace of steel he shudders, thankful for the tight embrace of his uniform. Without it, he feels, he would be a creature wrought of ash, in danger of collapsing into nothing at a touch.

tell me your honest opinion but please do it gently || accepting