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the problem

and magic of poetry

you

can be anyone

love

can mean anything

words are just breath

in an empty room

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She had fought off the inquistive bomb-maker enough; from ploys to snatch it from her back to stealing the decomissioned ones, Lena had foiled his plans to take the pulse weaponry apart again and again. They were gifts from the old R&D teams, and she didn’t want anyone messing with them, not even the explosions expert. 

But it was hardly a surprise to see the rather eccentric man shuffling through the rather-disorganized lab, searching for the extra pulse weapons. _‘Good thing they’re kept in the armory’ _the woman thought quietly before opening the door. 

“Whatcha’ doing, love?”

He jumped up, hitting his head against the desk he was halfway into as he turned around to see who had interrupted his sleuthing. At the sight of the tiny time-traveler, he blushed slightly. Damn, he had slipped up and gotten caught.

“Er, well, y’see, I was jus’ lookin’ for uhh…” he trailed off, not used to thinking up excuses on the spot. Generally, he just blew his way out of any sticky situations he found himself in. He shifted on his legs, trying to quietly get his prosthetic unstuck from around a wire it had gotten wrapped in while he searched, and thought of a way to get out of the mess he found himself in. 

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more-than-ones-and-zeroes‌:

Zenyatta’s little chiming laughter reverberated through the room at his student’s little joke. His mala swirled lazily around his neck as his hand came up to cover his mouthpiece. His dear student was nearly as witty as himself, and Zenyatta liked to hope that a little bit of himself had rubbed off on the young ninja.

A commotion shocked him out of his thoughts, head turning towards the yelling. The sight of the explosive had him stepping in front of Genji, arms outstretched as if he could even block the grenade if he wanted to. His stance firm and resolved. In the end, though, a pair of large arms stopped the man, subduing him, at least physically. Zenyatta’s arms fell to his sides and he let out a synthetic sigh, and his mala that he didn’t even know had been readied, loosened from around his form.

Zenyatta took a tentative step forwards, bowing slightly in greeting to the taller man and offering his thanks before his attention turned to the still, quite angry man. A thing, he had called Zenyatta. A nagging thought in the back of his head told him to let this go, but it wouldn’t be right. If he could help, then he should help.

“Have I done something to earn your ire, sir?”

Jamison was furious.  How dare this scrap heap ask if it had done something wrong! Did it not know how much trouble the machines had caused for him, for everyone in Australia? He didn’t have a home anymore, and it was all because of things like it. “Have you- What do you think you stupid piece of junk!?” he screamed, flailing his arms and trying to break free.  “You stupid hunks of scrap ruined me life!” 

After realizing that he was getting nowhere with his struggle, he settled for glaring at the omnic, his eyes trying to burn it to ash. He hadn’t come across many omnics on his own since the omnium blew, and any that did cross his path wound up blown to bits. He just wanted to continue to wreak havoc on the robotics that made his life miserable, was that too much to ask?

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Hanzo: the epitome of precision, beauty, and grace

also Hanzo:

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I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship and this gun I found

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Me: *wants to work on drafts*

My brain: words i don’t know form how

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trying to get your muse to come out so you can work through your drafts

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heyo o/ I’m only on for a little bit today cause I put off building Reaper’s armor and now I’m rushing to get everything put together so I gotta do that but I’m gonna try and get out a few replies!

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Am I the only one who sees this?

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w4rd0g76‌:

At first, Jack stared at the other for a few moments. Then to Genji, and cannot avoid a little chuckle. Despite his reputation as a cold guy. Sometimes he could find humor in certain things. Whether he was intentional or not he found that stranger somewhat fun.

“Well, how much can you offer? Despite everything, Genji here worth something you know?”

He looked from the soldier to the omnic guy and back. “Well, see, thing is I ain’t got much in the way of money roight now. Me mate’s gone and hidden it from me. ‘Parently I’ve been spending too much on ‘frivolous shit’, his words, mind ya,” he said, finger quotations included. “Plus, I only need the parts anyway!” He hadn’t expected Jack to humor him, but he was pleasantly surprised. 

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v--iper‌:

“Of course it’s mine.” Even if it was technically stolen dynamite it was still hers. Ashe raised the viper slowly, her eyes never leaving the junker. “You mus’ be stupid thinkin’ you can steal from the Calamity.”

“Err, the what, now?” he asked. He straightened up a bit, his hand twitching towards one of his concussion mines in case he needed to blow his way out of the place.   He wasn’t quite sure what to make of the woman pointing a gun in his face. On one hand, she was pointing a weapon in his face and fully prepared to use it; on the other, she was also pretty hot.  “Plus, seems to me like you stole this stuff from someone anyway. What’s it matter to ya if I just take a few sticks, eh?” he said, letting off a burst of manic laughter. 

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Sorry I've been MIA for a bit! I've been busy getting cosplay stuff ready for Naka, and playing a lot of KH3 and OW. Once my laptop finishes updating and does its thing I'm gonna be working on replies! Pls be patient with me

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v--iper‌:

Ashe squinted, holding the viper close. Was this homeless guy really stealing all the dynamite? Did he not know who he was even talking to? “You got five seconds to drop all that before I start takin’ shots.” Seeing as he would be a walking fireball she doubted he’d be too difficult. Unless, of course, he liked that sort of thing.

Jamie slowly stuck another stick of dynamite in his pocket, keeping his eyes on the weapon pointed at his face. “Hey now, mate, I’m sure we can come to an understanding of sorts, yeah?” He knew that he probably wouldn’t be too damaged by the blast, after all, he’d taken much worse in the past. “Is this explodey stuff yours, then?” He tried to be sneaky about grabbing another handful of the explosives as he stood up, trying to keep one eye on the gun and another on the bombs behind him.

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me: SELF LOVE IS SO IMPORTANT (•O•)/!!!! everyone please take time to love & appreciate yourself today!!!!!🧡💛🧡💛

also me: *looks in the mirror* bitch

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wrath is not a sin when inflicted upon those that deserve it.

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// Hopefully tumblr wont strike this but. I finished the art.