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* question starters

‘ how could you? ’

‘ where were you? ’

‘ what are you running from? ’

‘ what’s wrong? ’

‘ do you want a blanket? ’

‘ did you throw a rock through my fucking window? ’

‘ are you even listening? ’

‘ oh, is that the story? ’

‘ are you drunk? ’

‘ are you lost? ’

‘ are you trying to hug me? ’

‘ what are you staring at? ’

‘ is this your idea of a sick joke? ’

‘ do you still care about me? ’

‘ forget something? ’

‘ leaving so soon? ’

‘ will you cut it out? ’

‘ who did this? ’

‘ does it look like i’m laughing? ’

‘ were you singing? ’

‘ is that a bruise? ’

‘ is that blood? ’

‘ are you trying to get us killed? ’

‘ was that an apology? ’ 

‘ did you hang up on me just now? ’

‘ can we leave? ’

‘ well, did you? ’

‘ you started those rumors? ’

‘ are you in trouble? ’

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Reminder. If you’re rping a canon character and feeling insecure about your writing, or fearing replacement, simply remember that your muse is not just a duplicate. No one else will be able to breathe life into that character the way you do. No one else will feel the exact way you feel about your muse. There will be people who value your muse and never stop writing with you no matter what. There will be people who appreciate your portrayal, no matter how many other versions are out there. Always remember why you made your blog. Never let anyone or anything cast your passion out of your heart !!

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gross it’s my face :”)

-emily ♥︎

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* ᵗᶦᶰʸ ᵍᵃˢᵖ *

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I was planning on making more of this reverse role au, but i never did. I’m posting it now so that I won’t forget it later.

Did a redraw of that screen cap from the junkers short

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♥︎ Mei 💗 || @typiiical-heroes

Jamison smiles against the soft hold around him. The giggles were squished under kisses and the woman’s playful behavior only instigated his. They hadn’t been the best of friends in the beginning. If anything they seemed rather distant of each other. But now lanky arms playfully pushed at Mei, “Mei- wait-“

He giggles against the barrage of kisses to his face and grabs her hands in his. He lightly traces little circles over the back of her hands, as he pushes his lips up to meet hers, and squishes them together harshly. A laugh springing from him as he put his hand to his thumping chest.

“Hooley..”

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💋 -> 💟 delicate kiss || @healiingbeat

Gentle was never used to describe Jamison. Much less in his behavior. But the junker was surprisingly gentle with the smaller male. He hadn’t really meant to stare as the other talked, but he was actually only watching his lip movements. When he glanced up he puts his hand on the other’s cheek slowly, “Hold on-“

The pause is followed by a soft kiss. His head was cocked to the side, his left hand cupped Lúcio’s cheek, and the right was placed on the dip of his lower back. He gave a gentle hum before he pulled back and placed his hands on his hips, “Okay- ‘m good.”

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Jamison’s whole face shone with red. His darkened cheeks still tinged with color at the other oblivious behavior. He opened his mouth to speak and he stumbled on his words, “Oh-!”

He shrugs his shoulders gently and moves forward. The struggle to hold the bunch was obvious, but he makes sure they sit un-squished. A smile graces his face at what he feels like is a huge romantic notion.

Though when he words dried on his tongue he shoves the bunch foward. Letting the bundle shower into his lap, “S-Sunflowers ‘n- uh-“ He pauses with the name as he freezes, “...—“

He doesn’t remember.

Rose Red– Love, Respect. Sunflower– Pure Thoughts, Adoration, Warmth.

When Angela started getting flowers, Zenyatta had to admit, he was a little jealous. Sure, he had a whole nursery full of flowers that he could create beautiful bouquets from as he wished, but… that was a bit different from receiving them from a friend or admirer, wasn’t it?

Of course, he said nothing about it. He may have been more vocal about his wants and needs than most other Omnics, but he still had trouble voicing some of his more… frivolous desires. He didn’t want anyone getting him flowers out of pity or a sense of obligation anyway.

When Junkrat approached with the armful of flowers, it never occurred to Zenyatta that the flowers might be for him.

“Those are very nice,” he said, tilting his head to the side, a wistful note to his voice. “Who are they for?”

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SEND A HEART FOR A SPECIFIC KISS.

Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss. Send 💝 for a plationic kiss. Send 💞 for a awkward kiss. Send 💓 for a heated kiss. Send 💟 for a delicate kiss. Send 💔 for a interrupted kiss. Send 💘 for a static shock kiss. Send 💗 for a repetitive lip peck kiss. Send 🖤 for a forced/harsh/firm kiss.  Send 💚 for an eskimo kiss. Send 💙 for a spiderman kiss.  Send 💜 for a quick kiss. Send 💛 for an air kiss. Send 💕for good night/morning kiss. Send ❣️ for a kiss to a specific spot. <insert location> Send 💑 for a first kiss.  Send 😍 for a surprise kiss. Send 💋 for a random kiss. <receiver’s choice>

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Jamison nods softly and giggled, “I c’n only concentrate f’er so long, mate!” He draws his hands out behind him and leans back on them, “Y’er much bett’ah at that.” He chuckles and gives a smile, “Ya’know, I’d like ta get better.” He offers with a dismissive shrug. As if to shrink the oddity of his words. Though his hands started to fidget. He brought them back into his lap, back hunched, and wriggled in his spot.

“Would’ya teach me? How ta’ do tha’ f’er so long?”

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Jamison hums softly and drops his hands into his lap with a small giggle. He shrugs gently at the fact he could only focus for so long. The junker gives a smile but stays quiet as the other seems to be comfortable. He looks over the other and chuckles softly. Thought he waits patiently.

His hands play with the fabric on his shorts, the patches, and buttons. Distractions make it easy and he drags his eyes over Zenyatta. He knew the the other could meditate for hours, but he didn’t want to disturb the other’s comfort.

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Jamison shifts in the hold. When the other speaks about the injury he truly isn’t listening but heard the end phrase. His head was pounding, but he grins and lets a snorted, “Color? Which one?”

The junker wobbles as he tries to stand at his full height, “‘M fine-“ Wriggling against the hold he stops when he almost falls and he feels his stomach churn and lightheadedness wash over him.

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Jamison had be mumbling to himself. The junker usually was up late. It became a normal thing to be working aimlessly to fill the night. But only after crumpling another piece of paper and tearing it to shreds did the tall male find himself walking around. The tattered tank top did little to help with the wind, but the junker held back complaints.

The night wasn’t silent, but it was refreshingly soft. Jamison listened quietly, focusing on sounds, and letting his head wander. Turning his eyes to Mei, he nods, “Yeah, always ‘ave.” He smiled at the fact she’s retained some of his babbling. Jamison found that funny, “Hog c’n sleep through anythin’!!” He shakes his head with exaggeration before his whole body plops back into a familiar slouch, “I take f’er-ever to fall asleep and wake so easy.”

A laugh leaves him, “So I’m jus’ used to runnin’ on a few hours- with caffine ‘n all.” His hand waved away the idea and he moves to nudge her loosely, “Whatta ‘bout you, weather girl?” He smiles at the teasing name, but yawns loudly with a stretch.

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THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO LOVE HAPPINESS        inspired by this awesome meme right here that I wanted an opposite for. send a 💝 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get. [ Accepting ]

71. our muses take a moonlight walk

The full moon shone bright overhead and illuminated the path beneath the feet of the pair walking around the Watchpoint at two in the morning. Not long prior to their walk the Junker had found Mei sitting alone outside reminiscing as she watched the stars, it was obvious neither of them were able to sleep and they were bored out of their minds. If they were going to be bored and lacking sleep they might as well have done so together.

A cool wind brushed over them and the ocean below the cliff rushed, waves crashing and tall grass rustling around them. It was a cool night as autumn came around and the wind caused a momentary chill which made the climatologist shiver. Wearing just a jumper and comfortable pajama bottoms with boots that were clearly just thrown on as the nearest thing, not matching her attire at all.

“Do you normally have this much trouble sleeping?” the brunette asked after finally breaking the silence, having to tilt her head back to see the tall junker beside her, “I remember you mentioning that Roadhog can sleep through most things now, so I guess he isn’t having the same trouble.”

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He was counting his breaths in his head before he lets the thoughts stop racing and fights against the odd silence.

Fiery eyes fidgeted behind his eyelids as the quiet grasps his nerves. He shifts only slightly, trying to keep from disturbing the other, and leaves his position the same he could try again. He figured the appeal would take some time to adjust to, but he peeks open an eye, and looks to Zenyatta before he closes it again.

Readjusting his breaths, he takes a few to have a steady start, and gently places his hands back together.

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Jamison giggles at the German, he had no clue what the other said. When he was yanked up, his hands moved to hold his head. He nods shakily and tried to blink to blurred vision away, “Four- no-“ he know his vision is blurry so he devreases the number. Itcones a question, “Three-?”

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Jamison tensed at the touch but rubs his thumb overthe fabric and starts to focus on the sensation. He relaxs again. With the slow and full breaths he stills considerably. Slight twitches in his arms and legs. But with the somehow comfortable silence they lessened. Usually silence terrified him, but Zen’s presence was comforting, and he seemed to feel less fearful in the quiet. The junker’s breathing breathing soft and gentle. His hands were clapsed over his lap loosely as it helped them remain still.

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Jamie gives a short smile, it resting comfortably as he closed his eyes, and exhaled. He slowed his breaths down and let his shoulders sink. Nodding softly he does as told, but tries to think of the flow. He feels his hands twitch for a moment and loses theconcentration, letting a loud groan follow, and he huffed. Then sat still again trying to bottle the fact his own twitchy behavior always sabotaged him.

Collecting his breathing he huffs a quiet apology about the sudden outburst.