Stranger Things
occasionally subtle
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if i look back, i am lost
cherry valley forever
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
dirt enthusiast
RMH
Janaina Medeiros
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shark vs the universe
Acquired Stardust
Sade Olutola
Discoholic 🪩
Claire Keane
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
we're not kids anymore.
d e v o n
Jules of Nature
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@vigilantcs
a broken past and no hope for the future
burden heavier than her shoulders should bear
scars across her skin in a map of all she’s endured
her heart should be hardened…
so, why, then, does she still c a r e … ?
——- care so deeply her heart a c h e s … ?
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Is anyone still around on the rp side of things?
was it harder to die? or harder to be the one who survived?
❥ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [ 𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ] .
designed for muses with a bit of unresolved tension between them , but can be used for any circumstances you see fit !!
♡ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : add ‘ + 🔁 ’ to reverse the roles .
📖 : my muse discovers your muse reading a diary entry that my muse wrote about yours .
💅 : your muse paints my muse’s nails .
🚿 : my muse accidentally moans while your muse washes their hair .
👕 : your muse helps my muse get dressed after my muse sustains an injury or illness .
🛏️ : our muses are forced by circumstance to share a bed for the night .
🧼 : your muse bathes mine after my muse sustains an injury or illness .
🙏 : our muses’ hands brush as they walk side by side .
💢 : your muse picks mine up & carries them over their shoulder .
👁️ : your muse is watching mine sleep , when my muse suddenly wakes up & catches them .
🚬 : my muse steals a cigarette ( or lollipop ) from your muse & puts it in their mouth .
🎐 : our muses slow dance together .
🧦 : your muse walks in on my muse changing clothes .
🎀 : your muse brushes my muse’s hair .
💍 : our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else .
👔 : your muse notices that my muse’s shirt is open & goes to ‘ fix it ’ .
👗 : my muse sees yours all dressed up .
🪑 : my muse is ‘ forced ’ to sit on your muse’s lap ( due to a lack of chairs , faulty seatbelt , etc . )
🍆 : your muse makes a suggestive joke but my muse actually acts on it .
« I think you are »
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Send ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡ to kiss my muse on the cheek
vigilantcs:
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“I’ve never tried it before, you tell me.” A smirk. He knew he’d taken her off guard, despite both being well aware of how the other felt. At least, that was assumed. After a while he didn’t exactly hide it. And he could often read her, easily. Jack smirked when she averted her gaze, brushing a finger across her cheek. “It is true though. I was lost before, amidst my mission for vengeance.”
Angela rolled her eyes, though a good deal of it was a front. “And how did I get so lucky to be the first one to hear it?” She teased, though her sarcastic words were opposed to the way she leaned her head into his touch. When was the last time they’d actually been close and not been arguing or focused on an Overwatch related task?
“You got poetic since we last saw each other.” She commented softly, “And you’ve found your path now?” She placed her hand atop his own, “Please tell me this path of your is wide enough for two. You are not getting rid of me that easily.”
“I’m not sure, though I’m glad you consider yourself lucky for it.”
“If whatever my life has become is a path to be found...” He leaned against the table they sat beside, hand not leaving her face for a second. “...then I suppose? Though I still have doubts of the width of any path of mine.” Jack chuckled, shaking his head with a sigh that held a tinge of sadness. Maybe frustration. He wished for no more than than to be able to protect her. But he couldn’t do that very well when she insisted on being glued to his hip.
I love! Getting ideas and planning them out into complete pieces only to. Lose motivation and leave it a sketch.
fml here’s some doodles to ogle at
@asclepiusangel
“Let me be honest for once, I owe you that. I would be lost without you.” He reached up to brush some of her hair aside, locking eyes with hers and offering a small smile. He would be lost without her, but also he was lost anyway, within her eyes.
Angela had to bite her tongue for a moment to bite back her snarky retort. So used to going toe-to-toe with him on various matters she’s caught off guard by the double whammy of his honesty and the intimate moment they are currently sharing.
“Has this line ever worked for you before?” She questioned, though it’s impossible to hide the faint flush on her cheeks, the darting of her gaze away from his own. Whether it worked on her or not, she’ll never tell.
“I’ve never tried it before, you tell me.” A smirk. He knew he’d taken her off guard, despite both being well aware of how the other felt. At least, that was assumed. After a while he didn’t exactly hide it. And he could often read her, easily. Jack smirked when she averted her gaze, brushing a finger across her cheek. “It is true though. I was lost before, amidst my mission for vengeance.”
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@asclepiusangel
“Let me be honest for once, I owe you that. I would be lost without you.” He reached up to brush some of her hair aside, locking eyes with hers and offering a small smile. He would be lost without her, but also he was lost anyway, within her eyes.
꧁poetry sentence starters꧂
from the first 70 pages of “whiskey words & a shovel” by r.h. Sin
“ you’re so used to being mistreated. ”
“ you’ve gotten so used to being hurt that happiness scares you. ”
“ who robbed you of innocence? ”
“ who was your first? ”
“ and the saddest part of all? you’ll cling to the good memories, as if there were any. ”
“ the pain will always be there. ”
“ so many people are setting the bar really low. ”
“ you get what you allow. ”
“ i was never what you wanted. ”
“ i was just the one you settled for. ”
“ you’re an experience. ”
“ meet me here. ”
“ you were never the one. ”
“ this was never love. ”
“ you were simply necessary. ”
“ i had to be hurt by you. ”
“ i hope you find what you’re looking for. ”
“ i hope you find the truth. ”
“ and that’s how they control you. ”
“ our version of living feels more like death. ”
“ i understand you. ”
“ i was forced to survive in your absence. ”
“ i was faced with the realization that I never needed you. ”
“ you’re always apologizing. ”
“ one day I’ll stop listening. ”
“ we grew apart.”
“ we stopped trying. ”
“ i’m trying to get better. ”
“ i’m trying to get better at walking away from unhealthy situations. ”
“ i struggle with the idea of anyone loving me unconditionally. ”
“ sometimes I wish you waited for me. ”
“ i got tired of going through the same shit with different people. ”
“ it’s not your fucking fault. ”
“ you can’t change a man. ”
“ the thought of being in love is blinding. ”
“ bargaining using sex. either way you get screwed. ”
“ the memories hurt the most. ”
“ sometimes i get tired of thinking about the things that i don’t want to think about. ”
“ sometimes i get so fucking tired. ”
“ tonight, you’ll be the death of me. ”
D.Va: Hey there, tall, dark, and gruesome!
Reaper: An apt description.
D.Va: Do you not get I’m mocking you?
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“ i have hurt the people who care about me most by trying to protect them...”
“Don’t tell me you are just coming to this realization now.” Angela commented, following it with a soft sigh as she placed a gentle hand on his upper arm. Comforting. “You can’t push us away in the name of ‘protection’. We care about you as well.”
“A man can dream. Can strive.” He strove for his idea, that was for certain. Though some days it was more obvious to him how unattainable the concept he described was, how unrealistic.
“Perhaps.” he paused, closing his eyes with a defeated sigh. He really was exhausted, but there was so much left he needed to do. Missions to carry out, to direct. People to bring to justice for the destruction of the home he had found within the ranks of Overwatch. The death of innocents. And the years of terrorism that followed. “But I wouldn’t do that to you. Not again. And I’m sorry I suggested it.”
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Brows raised above the glowing visor, he peered down at the blaster trained on his heart, offering only a light snort for his initial response.
“Funny? I’m always dressed like this, in case you haven’t noticed.” he eventually said, gesturing to himself. He honestly rarely ever ditched his vigilante garb, choosing instead to retain the protection it offered. The entire reason he had even obtained it all as his outfit and equipment. “Besides, since when was I prisoner? I can’t wander the hall and come or go as I wish?” Jack began to reach for her weapon, hand outstretched to gently divert her aim aside. It would be unfortunate for him to die today, his work unfinished.
Angela quirked a brow. “You’re not a prisoner. But I do not trust an individual who stomps around the halls at night like a man hellbent on a mission.” Okay, stomps was a bit harsh whenever she could hardly hear his footsteps, even in the echoing corridors, but she wasn’t going to give him any accolades over it.
“Don’t.” The doctor warned when he reached for her weapon. “Believe it or not I’m not usually one for violence, but I’m not going to be merciful when strangers try to brush aside my weapon and my concerns.”
She readjusted her grip on the pistol ever so slightly, finger centimeters from the trigger. “What are you doing out so late, Seventy-Six?” She repeated her question from earlier. “There’s been a few deaths of Overwatch agents lately and I think you are the cause.”
“Luck doesn’t discredit skill. Not all the time.” It was a relief however, that she now suspected him less of being anything more than a vigilante among their ranks.
Manners didn’t have a place in his line of work these days. He gave them up, let his sociability die with the Strike Commander. What was he to do, ask nicely for those around him to get out of his way, please Talon vanish from the face of the earth? And he wasn’t about to play change of face for those he conceded to work with. They all got the same treatment. Even her. Lest his hidden nature revealed; she would probably find him far more familiar if he toted the same kindness the Commander once had. He didn’t react with much more than a derisive snort, before leaning back on his hands to rest from the more stiff posture he’d upheld. It had been a while since he’d been able to relax, mentally. Even since joining the Recall.
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Continued from here with @vigilantcs
“ i have hurt the people who care about me most by trying to protect them...”
“Don’t tell me you are just coming to this realization now.” Angela commented, following it with a soft sigh as she placed a gentle hand on his upper arm. Comforting. “You can’t push us away in the name of ‘protection’. We care about you as well.”
“As many times as it takes.”
“I was told once, that as soldier, if I stumbled in the field - it would cost a life. Likely plural. So I can’t afford to.” He snorted, averting his gaze. Sometimes he wondered if it was ever a good idea to reveal the man behind the visor. If no one had ever known, he wouldn’t have sucked them into his hellbent hunt for those at fault. And they wouldn’t have gotten hurt in his place. Especially her. “I could if I tried. Talon would just have to try again to take me out.”
Continued from here with @vigilantcs
Brows raised above the glowing visor, he peered down at the blaster trained on his heart, offering only a light snort for his initial response.
“Funny? I’m always dressed like this, in case you haven’t noticed.” he eventually said, gesturing to himself. He honestly rarely ever ditched his vigilante garb, choosing instead to retain the protection it offered. The entire reason he had even obtained it all as his outfit and equipment. “Besides, since when was I prisoner? I can’t wander the hall and come or go as I wish?” Jack began to reach for her weapon, hand outstretched to gently divert her aim aside. It would be unfortunate for him to die today, his work unfinished.
Angela quirked a brow. “You’re not a prisoner. But I do not trust an individual who stomps around the halls at night like a man hellbent on a mission.” Okay, stomps was a bit harsh whenever she could hardly hear his footsteps, even in the echoing corridors, but she wasn’t going to give him any accolades over it.
“Don’t.” The doctor warned when he reached for her weapon. “Believe it or not I’m not usually one for violence, but I’m not going to be merciful when strangers try to brush aside my weapon and my concerns.”
She readjusted her grip on the pistol ever so slightly, finger centimeters from the trigger. “What are you doing out so late, Seventy-Six?” She repeated her question from earlier. “There’s been a few deaths of Overwatch agents lately and I think you are the cause.”
“I disarmed you, but you escaped.” He gestured pointedly to his face, opening his eye turning the visible cobalt iris to her with narrowed lids. It was the truth, he hadn’t expected her to react how she did. Though, while he hadn’t expected the elbow, if she were anyone else he would have knocked her out already.
Jack shrugged, still angled away just a bit. “Just get it taken care of.” It was uncomfortable, being so close to her again, for so long. After all these years. And being unable to tell her he was there, when she so obviously continued to dwell on his death.
