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hey soldier! did your gay ass actually die? or are you just hibernating?

I'm not dead, just a lot of planning to do

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this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!

L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’ ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’ ‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’ ‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’ ‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’ ‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’ ‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’ ‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’ ‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’ ‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’ ‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’ ‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’ ‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’ ‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’ ‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’ ‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’ ‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’ ‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’ ‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’ ‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’ ‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’ ‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’ ‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’ ‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’ ‘  please don’t go.  ’ ‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’ ‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’ ‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’ ‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’ ‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’ ‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’ ‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’ ‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’ ‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’ ‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’ ‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’ ‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’ ‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’ ‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’ ‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’ ‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’ ‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’ ‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’ ‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’ ‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’ ‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’ ‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’ ‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’ ‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’ ‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’ ‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’ ‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’ ‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’ ‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’ ‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’ ‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’ ‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’ ‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’ ‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’ ‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’ ‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’ ‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’ ‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’ ‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’ ‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’ ‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’ ‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’ ‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’ ‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’ ‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’ ‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’ ‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’ ‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’ ‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’ ‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’ ‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’ ‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’ ‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’ ‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’ ‘  would you even miss me?  ’ ‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’ ‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’ ‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’ ‘  you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’ ‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’ ‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’ ‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’ ‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’ ‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’ ‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’ ‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’ ‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’ ‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’ ‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’ ‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’ ‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’ ‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’

[dontcallmeahero]

Not that old? I had assumed the "76" in your name stood for your age.... That is *you*, yes? No, I just assumed those things were to help with your eyesight.

I'm glad that's the rumor going around but not quiet, I'm not 76 yet, might not ever be, what about you the ball your preferred method

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I’ll tell you a secret. (Tell me.) I’m going to be the first.

#fromtheshadcws

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I have a question for you too, actually. What does that visor actually DO? Can you not see without it or something? It looks pretty good, but is it just for show?

.... How did you get- you know what, right, well, what it does is give me an advantage on a fight, I'm not that old, I can see fine without it

#you have one (1) new message #hello there evil #excited waves

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@reaper-76-week day 4: running in the shadows/ FALL OF OVERWATCH

It’s not really “fall” of Overwatch but I guess the idea is that both of them reached their limits by now, showing it in different ways.

#you're suppose to be dead #we're all soldiers now #this one hurts #they have so much of themselves to the was effort #it must have been exhausting

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Gabe and his own personal nurse. Reaper76 week day 2, Keep yourself alive/Omnic Crisis

⭐️ Commission Info ⭐️ Ko-Fi ⭐️

#R76 #yes #accurate

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gay rights

#chronalized

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YO! Since sinday is coming up and I could really use some commissions, I’ll do a special little smut sale. Always wanted some decent writing about your favorite pair or a real obscure kink? I’m your gal!

- 1 Ko-fi for a short drabble (~250 words) - 2 Ko-fis for a longer drabble (~500 words) - Want more? Talk to me!

- any kink (exceptions: scat, diapers, underage, bestiality) - any OW pairing - OCs also allowed, but you have to provide me with some info - gore / dirtybadwrong / dubcon&noncon are all allowed! - anything goes! :3

if you want to stay anonymous, that’s fine, just let me know the prompt when you send me a ko-fi! :3

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 made this for @k1lm0r

#R76 #till the end of the line // R76 #you're suppose to be dead #we're all soldiers now #ow #just ow

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fromtheshadcws‌:

The rest of the roses are waiting for Jack if he does decide to show; and Gabriel can’t help but grin a little when he hears those telltale footsteps enter the base, quiet but audible to the wraith. 

He’d hoped, sure. But after their previous meeting, well-

He’d been more than convinced that he was just going to be making dinner for himself, which meant letting it spoil when he went outside to hunt.

The armor, for once, is ditched; instead, Gabriel is elbow-deep in some kind of meat-and-spices mixture with the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up, barefoot and looking remarkably domestic for one of Talon’s worst mercenaries.

Don’t judge the flour in his hair, please. 

He’s trying.

He had came open, no armor, nothing to hide behind, no mask, no nothing but a rose and a promise, and a hope, so when he found a safe house there was a chill down his spine of the last time he had been in one of these.

The dance they had done countless times played behind his eyes and the wounds he carried ached, why did he keep doing this to himself

But the rose that carried no scent had felt more like a promise of something then anything had in quiet sometime. So he came. He came open, and he wished he had brought his visor.

WIshed he had anything to hide the way emotions spilled into his eyes, a weight lifting off his heart and making him almost cry out verbally when he sees a sight so familiar that it makes something inside of him twist. 

It takes every fiber of his being to keep from rushing forward at that point, to wrap his arms around Gabe and hold him and pretend, that this? This was their reality. Instead, he manages a smile. Setting the flower on the table before walking into the kitchen, shoes toed off like they had a million times before and setting his hand on a cold shoulder that he hoped would turn his way for the first time in a long time.

“Happy Valentines day Gabi. Sorry I was so late.” Habits can’t die completely though, and even though the bodies had changed, there were some things that stayed the same. A soft smile, a familiar stance, and Jack reached up to brush the flour from Gabe’s hair.

#fromtheshadcws #Old habits are hard to break when they are with someone you love #especially if he doesn't know how to walk away #neither of them do

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fromtheshadcws‌:

Though his appointment in Venice had gotten in the way of his own scheduling in more ways than one, cause for a rearrangement in Reaper’s life, he had not forgotten about the cryptic messages and tense meet-ups with the old hero. Far from it, really; whatever happened, he was always at the front of his mind one way or another.

Usually, Reaper was not the one who was late for an appointment. 

He observed, for a while, the way the white-haired vigilante made his way to one of Reaper’s more well-hidden safehouses. They’d both always been good at tracking and staying untracked, but it almost wasn’t fair. The edge he had been granted was something Morrison wouldn’t ever grasp. No one suspects their ow shadow until it was too late, anyway.

When he made his way past the locks and the silence, Reaper finally slid forward, a rush of darkness and shadows that pressed up against Morrison the second he had his back turned. His shotguns heavy in his hands, reassuring; a light press against the back of Morrison’s head-

a quiet warning.

“Didn’t even knock,” sneers the wraith, pressing his half-solid body against the soldier to nudge him further inside.

“Didn’t think you’d lose your manners too but here we are. You must be doing worse than you thought.”

He should have been ready for death to dog his steps, the slight movement in the corner of his vision as the visor saw something before Soldier could ever have hoped to.

there is nothing safe in this safe house.

Could he trust his own shadow? Of course not, he hadn’t been able to since his body had crumbled away and his shadow had grown the heartbeat he lost. Didn’t suddenly help him move any quicker.

A gun to his head, and a question  unspoken in the air. Will you pull the trigger again

He understood the order. Stepping forward, farther into the darkness of a safe house that could have been home if it was another lifetime from now. Instead it could be a tome. If the call had been a trap, if this game of cat and mouse had finally become tiresome. 

He kept baiting, his words strict, meant to sting, but it wasn’t worth the fight that Soldier would have to put up to bite back. He was so god damn tired of fighting back against this anger. Sarcasm and wit a band-aid for the trust that was wilted away.

“You didn’t come.” 

It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a concern. It was the only thing he could think to say. The only answer he had for why he wandered out into the dark one more damn time, trying to chase down those same shadows that moved from the corner of his eyes. I’m fine

Lies. 

He was tired of lying. So he wouldn’t. Not this time. “What happened on your mission, why did you not contact me again.” Instead, he would ignore it.

Nothing was easier than another lie to keep up with this time.

#fromtheshadcws #V: Still playing soldier I see

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vitalvalkyrie‌:

Angela had no idea why Jack was here, and on top of that even if she did it wouldn’t stop her from healing him. Granted, she wouldn’t be thrilled to know he was essentially here to rob her colleagues. 

“Now now. You’ve walked into my office injured and in need of medical assistance. While I have no idea why you were skulking around the premises if not to ask me for help, I don’t want to know. I can’t, on a good conscience, let you go without making sure you’re safe.”

She hoped a bit of jesting would get him to soften up a bit around her as she held out a hand as a sign of cooperation while grabbing some of her medical supplies with her free hand.

“Now stop being a baby and let me help you.” 

She wasn’t leaving, which he supposed was both a blessing, and a curse. There was no one who knew what they were doing quiet the same way Angela did. She was a blessing, had earned those wings she wore to battle, time and time again.

Still, he kept his lips sealed tight when she spoke. Not letting her know why he was really there was perhaps the best kindness he could offer her at this point. If he was going to be unable to refuse her aid, he at least didn’t have to drag her farther into the problem.

Instead, he looked away from her, and set down the supplies he was currently using. She hadn’t changed a day since the last time he saw her. Seemed a growing theme around him each day. Those in his life seemed frozen in place.

“You give too much kindness sometimes Mercy.” 

#vitalvalkyrie #you are free to drop this if you aren't feeling it anymore #but I just saw it again #i am so sorry

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When Jack wakes up, there's a single black rose waiting for him. It's obviously not a /normal/ flower ; jury is still out on whether its owner needs the nanites back or not. Along it is a little card, with an invitation for dinner and coordinates to a nearby safehouse.

There is a few moments where it takes Jack a bit to be able to tell what exactly it is waiting on his bedside before he smiles a tiny bit at that, the coordinates being brushed under his thumb as he contemplates what to do. But, it was worth a shot, wasn’t it? What was the worst that could happen. 

So he takes the flower, and dresses down, leaving his soldier gear behind for something more comfortable, feeling far more exposed without the heavy jacket and visor protecting his face, and trying to sneak his way into the safehouse.

#fromtheshadcws #You have one (1) new message

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I really like stories where 76 is just…really tired. Sad dads sustain me.  

I’ve been put on a bunch of sedatives for pain relief so I can draw for about an hour at a time now! :’D So here have the product of one of said hours.

#this is my soldiers mood right now ow #we're all soldiers now

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They were meant to meet up, after everything, the almost fights, the actual fights, the screaming, and the quiet, they had managed to pull together some sort of cobbled plan. Just the two of them against the world.

Not that he didn't trust Ana with his life, but he couldn't trust her to let him make his sacrifices. She worried to much, her and tracer both. So he pulled back, did the only thing he knew how to do and moved forward.

That's why when Gabe didn't show up for their meeting that fear planted in his chest. He could have chose to trust the wrong person, there was always that slim chance. He doubted that was reality though.

They weren't at the end of the line just yet.

So he did the only thing that he could think of, stupid as ever. But loyal, he couldn't walk away from Gabe or reaper, couldn't choose anything that didn't end with them back to back. Be it in a grave or on the battlefield. He had to hope and pray those safehouse that has been rattled off in a list were a hint, and not just a trap.

Pray that what he found wasn't another shotgun to the back, and instead was his partner who just lost track of time.

Yeah, like Gabe would have ever been late.

Still, he creeked the door open to the third base he was checking, gun at the ready, nerves fried, and a prayer on his lips. 'please be okay'

#fromtheshadcws #hopefully this works