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MUNDAY QUESTIONS Muse answers the questions about the mun

☕️ How does the mun like his or her tea/coffee/hot chocolate?

✈️ What is the mun’s dream vacation?

⚠️ What is one thing the muse wishes the mun could have warned him/her about?

👋 What was the mun’s first impression of the muse?

📝 How did the mun react when he or she realized they wanted to write the muse?

👥 What is your favorite experience together as mun and muse?

💭 What does the mun typically dream about?

⏰ What is the mun’s ideal evening spent alone?

🎬 What is on the mun’s Netflix “continue watching” list?

💙 What photos does the mun typically share on Facebook?

📱 Does the mun take their phone with them to the bathroom?

📖 What is the mun’s favorite fanfiction about the muse?

👩‍👩‍👧‍👧 What is the mun’s relationship like with his or her family?

👶 Does the mun want kids?

👀 Would you classify the mun as an extrovert, introvert or ambivert?

👣 Describe a time the mun took a lesson from the muse in a real life situation.

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Hamilton remained calm at his seat, he observed the man’s reaction and was rather amused by it, the response the mercenary gave him nothing new for his ears, many have been asked the same question and had given the same answer already, for him nothing was more enjoyable than to leave his victims to think like their choices mattered for him.

“Now that is plainly rood mister Makarov…” The man said before pointing at the switch next to him, his eyes showing schizophrenia that he hid in him.

“Your seat is equipped with some very powerful ammunition beneath it my ally, I’d suggest that you place your pistol at my capable hands, it is such a tease when people like you tend to this so aggressively, everyone can be broken given the right time, but this was not our conversation was it? To answer my question correctly I’m a very powerful man, and people like you are tools for my projects, something that I want you to understand well before you join our factory of horror.”

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The woman released her firm grip from the man’s soldier, moving a few steps behind his back, his answer would mostly please their superiors, for them it was a mystery at how to work with the man, for Widowmaker however it was nothing new, a broken person can easily understand another.

“ Talon have placed a great deal of ‘trust’ upon you, they made you the leader of our missions and now they ask you to lead us once more, we cannot afford to let such an opportunity slip, once they are within the reach of Overwatch we won’t be able to stop them…”

As for her real opinion on the matter she couldn’t care less if they managed to escape or not, she was curious however, why now after all this time? Did something change? She had spotted the outlaw McCree with them there, whatever their plan was it was serious.

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little reminder

tripped out;; if you’re a mutual: you have full permission to TAG me in anything, SEND me anything, ASK me anything, basically DO anything.

I’m not scary, I won’t get annoyed, I won’t even feel bothered if you did something. Anything, really - because heyo we’re buddies since we stalk each other, wink wonk.

You wanna send that one thing? DO it. You wanna talk and ask for my Skype? DO it. You wanna tag and make me look at something? DO it.

So, if we’re mutuals and you got full permission to: fill up my notifications, stuff the inbox, chuck me a few IMs, whatever you wanna do. I will not get mad - I’m letting you do this. So don’t be shy and come pop in at anytime, lovelies!

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Reblog if you’re an active Overwatch RP blog~!

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I can’t decide if I like the black and white or coloured version better, so have both

Eh, I guess this is vent art? I sketched this when I was feeling shitty, but then I liked it the day after. So I decided to finish it lol

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Golden eyes locked upon the woman’s figure as she spoke, observing her from head to toes, she finally noticed the insignia decorating her face, a vision of the past surrounded her mind,the time that she was almost killed, she was the hardest foe she had ever faced within the battlefield, perhaps the only one that could much with her speed.

This time it was the predator that was going to be the target, at that moment the expression of the woman remained futureless, no sign of remorse or fear to be shown, only the emptiness that surrounded her.

Her grip tightened around her weapon as she knew what was about to follow, rockets were clearly her foes main weapon and she had to be ready to counter them if it came to that.

“And I wonder what that would be…’perhaps’ you should see how things went from my perspective, that sniper was no ‘angel’, so I wouldn’t say that you’d be doing justice here, as from what I can see you bare a similar symbol at your face.”

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      Pharah stared at the sniper. This was her- this was the woman that took her mother away from her. She’s the reason. It’s her fault. And she wasn’t about to let her out of this, no–  justice was to be dealt. This woman– this Widowmaker had avoided it for far too long in her mind’s eye.                                          “I won’t let you get                                            away. And I won’t                                            rest until you get                                            what you deserve.”

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❛  An unbearable pain, a beating in my brain that leaves the mark of Cain; right here inside, whatever I’ve done – I’ve been staring down the barrel of a gun.    ❜

independent & selective reaper / gabriel reyes account. EST. july 2016, remade jan 2017.

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And the mystery was finally unwrapped, the sniper was rarely given the chance to eat regular food like the rest in the organization, like their finest tool of murder the superiors wanted their weapon to be at top shape, everything given to her in order for her body to maintain itself being with the help of syringes.

Amelie on the other hand at the past used to enjoy most kinds of sweets, she didn’t hold a dislike to mostly anything to that category, as long as it was a sweet she would try it, but the one that really was the most memorable for her were chocolate croissants with hot honey syrup upon them, it’s mix with the breakfast routine and some sweet french coffee was perfect.

The woman did not know how to respond however, at her current state she was not able to enjoy anything, not even the warmth of the sun, it was like she was dead, her mind shattered and programmed to make her fill alive only by killing.

“I do not enjoy things like the rest of you do Som’ba, Gab’iel and I hold a common ground to this subject.”

She was trying, trying to remember from her memories, how it felt to feel, to like and dislike as a human, her expressionless mask never leaving her face, even at moments as this, a simple question about sweets, troubled her.

“If I were to choose… I’d say that ‘both’ of the things you said sound good.”

either the woman was pulling her leg or what they done to the woman was removing any traces or hints of what the woman enjoys. what’s so wrong with having a sweet tooth? it wasn’t like talon’s weapon would crumble if she did have a sweet tooth. instead, sombra sort of hoped that the woman was just pulling her leg instead.

“sweet tooth? you know, do you enjoy sweets like chocolate? or are you more of a crêpe type of gal? i only ask because reaps can’t enjoy such things and i have tons of chocolate that needs to be disposed of.”

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Put an Overwatch hero in my ask and I'll tell you...

- how often I play them - which maps I like to use them on - which skin I currently have equipped - who I ship them with

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Hamilton only smirked once he heard about the man’s training, a trait to his superiority over talon beside his superior thinking, was his hold on many keys that opened many doors, as a politician he held a large scale of power, that being at both information and favors.

“The super soldiers enhancing program you mean, who do you think is financing those kinds of projects to begin with and i mean for both sides...let me ask you a question Mister Makarov, do you take me for a fool?”

His tone clearly sarcastic, yet his eyes matched the ones of the devil, his tongue sharp and the man’s next response the key at how this discussion would proceed.

Widowmaker kept driving with the same speed, her gaze slightly looking at the mirror to view Hamilton, she knew that soon it could be trouble and she was prepared to strike if it came to that, a syringe with potion hidden next to her.

Most of Talon’s superiors were beyond the level of psychopath, but Hamilton was another thing entirely.

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i can’t believer her last name is lacroix

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Within Talon’s headquarters Widowmaker had her own way with the organization’s members, she was always distant from the most, always keeping people away from her while she observed from afar like a true predator, the rest knowing well to keep their distance from the assassin.

In her emotionless view her companionship with the rest was only temporary as it could easily change with just one order.

As she had positioned herself on a nearby wall to observe the rest once more, her golden gaze was taken by the young hacker that was approaching her ‘Sombra’, one of the organization’s finest assets, a woman that was known as a human computer to the most, however the widow could not hide that she was curious about where the hacker’s loyalty stood, she clearly wasn’t mad enough like their superiors, nor cruel as they were, but everyone was within this organization to gain something.

“ I do not known what you are talking about Somb’a, perhaps you care to elaborate this for me?”

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information on files doesn’t have everything the hacker craved, she liked knowing the more intimate stuff about everyone. do they have a pet that they care about? is there someone in the individual’s life that is put at arm’s length? or if they have a sweet tooth. that type of information is not on paper, and the desire of wanting to know about her comrades grew strong.

“hey araña, do you have a sweet tooth?”

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Your RP as Widowmaker made my jaws drop. Love your content!!!! PLEASE KEEP IT UP!!!

\Owo/ Thank you friend, it means a lot to hear that! ❤

Well as for content I’m kind ofstuck at the moment, but I will try mybest to provide more^^

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" I know you miss him, somehow. "

The question hit deep within the widow’s conscience, while not directedat someone specific she clearly knew for whom it was directed. At first, she did notspeak, her breath heavy, as images of what little she remembered filled hermind.

Whatevershe was altered with seemed to become weaker each day that passed, traces ofAmelie’s personality passing through to Widowmaker, but she knew better thatthis were not her memories, were not her life, this was Amelie’s life not hers,Gerard would have never loved a woman like her.

On theinside Amelie was begging to be given the chance to be heard, to be understood,but widow could not allow this, she was supposed to protect her from being hurtagain, to keep her safe from the people that could harm her again.

She sighted as her gaze turned to the person that directed her the question.

“ Gerardwas a special person in my life, but that part of my life is long over…”

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Two lovely pieces that i created a few days ago with sfm, i hope that you will love them as i do:)