All out of cheer, love.

The weapon, that Lena gave a light kick to send it closer to him, wasn’t just the same model. It was, indisputably, the same gun. Even if it was a trick, and she’d just stolen another pulse rifle and altered it to resemble his, the details were too correct for it to be a forgery. “Now if I wasn’t tellin’ you the truth, how’d that be possible, huh?”

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As she heard the tell-tale sounds of someone climbing onto the roof behind her, Lena sighed. “I kno’, I kno’. I should be restin’. Jus’ needed some air.”

The brunette took a deep breath, here came the dicey part. “A short while ago, I arrived in this time after a big jump. One from four years into the future, a future you were a part o’.”

🌟 …someone my muse trusts. 💔 …someone who broke my muse’s heart. 💕 …someone my muse loves.  😒 …someone my muse hates. 🔥…someone my muse would die for. 💀 …someone my muse would kill for. 👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend. 💘 …someone my muse has a crush on. 🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past. 👀 …someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust. 💩 …someone my muse dislikes, but admires. 👿 …someone my muse used to like, but doesn’t anymore. 😉 …someone my muse has had sex with. 💋 …someone my muse used to date. 😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh. 👪 …someone in my muse’s family. 👑 …someone my muse is jealous of. 👊 …someone who hates my muse. 👫 …someone who has a crush on my muse. 👌 …someone my muse has only met once, but will never forget. 🍓…someone my muse has never met, but wants to meet. 👰 …someone my muse would consider marrying.

What I mean by this is if I become really busy and can’t respond to all of my rps, I want to know that it’s okay that I respond when I have the time. Some people easily lose interest in threads and will drop them if they become too old, which is why I’d like to know who is okay with me responding whenever.

“...If I told you I got this damage jumping back four whole years, would’you believe me?”

“Wake up! Wake up! It’s just a dream!” “What were you dreaming about…? You were shouting…” “I woke up because you were screaming so loudly.” “Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.” “It was so real! I swear! He/she was here!” “I don’t ever want to sleep again. What if– what if I dream about that again?” “If you tell me, it’ll go away. That’s what my mum/dad always told me and it’s never failed me.” “Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?” “I don’t want to go back to sleep…” “I’m so scared… I can’t stop seeing what I just saw. It was so vivid!” “There’s really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?” “How do I know I’m not still dreaming? You’re acting really strangely.” “Let’s get you to the shower, you’re covered in sweat.” “There’s really nobody else here.” “You’ve got a really bad fever. That must have caused those weird dreams.” “I don’t even know what a peaceful night’s sleep is like anymore.” “I can’t do this anymore. These nightmares have to stop…” “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.” “I can’t go back to sleep after that. I need coffee– no, I need a drink, a stiff one.” “How long have you been having these nightmares?” “I’ve had nightmares all my life, but they’ve been really bad recently.” “You get so worked up before you go to sleep, maybe you should try to relax a bit more. Maybe then you’ll get some rest?” “I’d kill for a peaceful night’s sleep.” “A dream catcher? Honestly? I’m not a child.” “Nothing’s ever helped this. I just need to learn to live with the fact that sleeping will always be a nightmare, literally.” “I’m so tired… but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep after that.”

Slowly and carefully, Lena crouched down. Making no sudden movements, she placed the pulse rifle she now carried instead of her pistols, identical to the one he used, down on the ground by her feet. The former pilot rose back up, holding her hands up in level with her shoulders. “I’m not here to start anythin’, I promise. I jus’ want to talk.”

Dad 76: Dad Jokes

“Breathe.”

I had to draw the edgy dads. 

She’d taken up Don Quijote on a whim, but quickly taken a shine to it. It reminded her of Reinhardt, she supposed. A knight of a bygone age, fighting enemies that were so much more to him than they really were, but still fighting for the greater good. Did that make Bridgitte Sancho? Lena supposed it did.  The thought of Reaper as a windmill almost made her giggle.