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I'M ALREADY DEAD
Indie | Selective | Written by Zim | accepting asks for both Gabriel Reyes and Reaper |
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Soldier 24 sticker designs 😫💦😫💦😫💦 bless this man’s fade
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h-henlo? owo
#it feels sacrilegious to be afk here during october#✗ ; I HAVE A HIGH OPINION OF MYSELF TOO ( ooc )
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I forgot I had made this
#the real reason the original overwatch tanked#✗ ; I AM BECOME DEATH ( self )#✗ ; CAUTION: SHARP EDGES ( crack )#✗ ; GRAVE ROBBING ( queue )
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studies ft. gabe’s face
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Give this man a hug and a pillow to rest
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I can finally post my piece for @thereaperzine ! I had so much fun working on this zine with so many lovely people!!
ko-fi | commissions
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i love him
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“i’m not apologizing.”
Arguing | Not Accepting
“I’d be shocked if you did.”
“I got nothin’ to apologize for, so if that’s what you’re looking for, you’re shit outta luck.”
It seemed like a silly argument to be having, pointing weapons at each other. Just claiming they had nothing to apologize for when almost thirty years of history sat between them like dead weight. Both had things to apologize for, and both were too stubborn to do so.
If he was honest, yes he did. He had a thousand things to apologize for, more to apologize to Reyes for, but hell if he’d tell the monstrosity pointing a pair of fully loaded shotguns at him that particular morsel of information. He’d go to his grave for pride, to needle at the wraith in every single petty, childish way he could. They were each other’s supports turned to crumbling ruin trying desperately to crush the other.
“Whatever you’re looking for; it ain’t here.”
#fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff#✗ ; THE STARVING FAITHFUL ( Jack Morrison )
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me?….. holding a grudge?……. Yes
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Forgive me father, for I have 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃
I have acted 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲 && 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲
&& now I got what I 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄
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It must be terrifying, the foreboding possibility that someday your body may forget what it is.
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i miss you, i miss you. i hate you, i hate you.
( roleplay blogs for genji and hanzo of overwatch )
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“ How do we know if it worked? ”
“You’ll know if it works when I tell you it does.”
Gabriel’s condition, as Moira deemed it, was long from going according to plan. Doctors and medics weren’t supposed to withhold information, but O’Deorain took that with a grain of salt and left her patients with vague statements.
“I know what’s best for you, Reyes. I know you inside and out. It’s wise to listen to what I tell you to do, or you’ll be facing consequences that maybe I won’t be able to fix. Just don’t do anything stupid. You’re not stable enough yet.”
Constant monitoring and visits were the only way of keeping the reins on him. She was far from finishing her work, and she didn’t trust him enough to go out and tough it on his own. Besides, why would she waste this perfect specimen?
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“is the blood on your hands dry? Is it slowly disappearing? Mine isn’t.”
— Ashley Mares, from “Psalm of Scattered Ashes,” published in Luna Luna (via lifeinpoetry)
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“ You know in your heart, this is the right thing to do. ”
originals // accepting
“In my heart?” Reaper scoffs. “Don’t tell me they’ve made you soft.”
It’s laughable, actually, for Genji to be lecturing Reyes in sentimentality - as if dead men like them had any left to offer. Had the pair of them ever done the right thing, really? Not together - certainly not before.
And definitely not now.
“Is that what Overwatch told you? You were never paid to think, but I taught you better than that.”
It strikes a cord, one rotten and forgotten, to see Genji this way. He’s on a list, somewhere; low priority, years down the road, but he’s there. Reaper didn’t forget the broken man made out of spare parts, but he won’t be judged by him, either.
“The right thing would be to empty a clip in you.”
Low priority. Low on the list. This ending will come to pass another day.
“You’re lucky we have very different ideas of right and wrong.”
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the dragon’s deep breath freezes the soul.
( genji shimada roleplay blog. )
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“ Do as you’re told. ”
“ You wanted a weapon, ” he snarls, all sharp edges, rife with the same hostility.
The resentment he feels is marrow deep, felt as easily as the adrenaline and any wire replacing sinew, metal replacing bone. Genji whirls away from the corpse on the ground, the body of a dead criminal. No executions this time, he was told, and yet he stands here regardless, locking a fiery glare in Gabe’s direction.
They wanted him to be a weapon, so he would be. There’s no going back from that now. He can’t change his decisions, and so they can’t change theirs. It’s only fair to get exactly what they made him, and what they made him wasn’t meant for peace.
Genji’s fingers wrap around the hilt of his sword, and he pulls it out of the body on the ground, not once breaking eye-contact.
“ This is what you have me for. ” I’m doing you a favor ridding the world of scum like him.
sentence starters. | open.
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