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kitakaze-no-ryu:

He only observed her in silence. Why… hasn’t she attempted anything yet? To be honest, he expected her to try hacking into his systems by now. And yet, here she was, chatting so casually as though they were old friends. Then again, she could have possibly done something discreetly. As far as he knew though, nothing was wrong for now.

‘Best friends’… A wry grin crept its way onto his face, whether he noticed it or not. This woman was a riot. He couldn’t, for the life of him, figure her out. The hacker hadn’t caused any harm upon him. In fact, she was pretty much asking for his permission. He had no clue what would happen if he gets hacked. Was it a risk worth taking?

“How do I know if I can trust you?” The cyborg finally spoke, focused, though tone of voice laced with a hint of uncertainty. He wasn’t opening up. Not yet at least. This could very well be some sort of a trap, and he was prepared to attack should she try anything fishy. For now, he would observe. She did say she was willing to work for it. Perhaps he was willing to give her that chance. Heh… now look who’s treading on dangerous ground…

luckily for genji, sombra hadn’t tried anything behind his back. as untrustworthy as she was, she did have her own sort of honour code that she abode by, to a point. if it didn’t interfere with her self-preservation, safety && survival it was less of a coin toss if she would stab him, or anyone, in the back. the cat-like grin on her face brightened up at his words. it wasn’t much, but it was a hook she could try && reel in.

“by the very fact that i’m asking you, making you aware of my ultimate goals && not going behind your back to do them anyway?” she suggests with the rise of a slit brow. that much was true, at least. although less could be said for the information she’d dug up previously, which was certainly gotten without his permission or knowledge. 

stepping closer again, she slung an arm around his shoulders, inspecting the purple nails of her gloved, hacking hand outstretched before them. she was always personable. some may have been offput by the confidence && closeness, but she had a feeling the casualness might work better than stiff formality. “i could’ve popped out of the shadows without even so much as a ‘hi birdy’ && had you hacked && doing talon’s bidding. why go through all the theatrics when time is such a precious thing. ‘sides, you name something that’ll make you feel like trusting me && i’ll do it. within reason of course.” 

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“you know ‘love’,” she mocks with the click of her tongue, tip of her index finger tapping against her bottom lip as she feigned a thoughtfulness. “--- i still haven’t been able to get rid of the sickness of using my translocator. i think you of all people know what i mean. so, tell me, how’d you stop feeling sick?”

@chronal-anomaly ( sc )

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i made myself up // 3.20.2017

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A silvery, musical laugh, but as hard as though the sound never could have come through the softness of human lips. It was like the intolerable, tingling sweetness of waterglasses when played on by a cunning hand. (…) I could feel the movement of her breath upon me. Sweet it was in one sense, honey-sweet, and sent the same tingling through the nerves as her voice, but with a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.

Bram Stoker, from The Collected Works; “Dracula,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“--- sorry i’m late, my dinner date with the ceo of aetria took a little longer than expected. who knew that a clothing retailer chain held such dirty secrets?”

her voice announced first before the heavy, low pressure hum of her cloak deactivated, flickering her into vision in a few blinks of purple. of course by ‘dinner date’, that usually implied holding the person of interest at gunpoint && extracting information by any means. something that would also be for sombra’s eyes only until she deemed it important enough to inform the other members. 

flicking off some invisible dust && lint from her shoulders, she regarded the reaper. “now, what was it that you needed me for, again?”

@xclearingtheareax ( sc )

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the infiltrator often invited herself in places where she didn’t belong; sifting through things that weren’t her own. nosy, with a cat-like curiosity && most certainly a cat-like entitlement. long legs crossed, knees awkwardly jutting out as she balanced precariously in the space too small for her, clawed digits ghosting along the venom device, bring it close to her face, enhanced eyes squinting. 

“are you immune to it?” she finally voices, perhaps the first thing she’s said since she walked attention shifting from gauntlet to widowmaker. sombra was always known as chatty, to a purposeful annoying degree --- but with her, peace && quiet could be achieved. “the poison, i mean. does it hurt?”  

@vievolee ( sc )

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I become a myth more radiant than any / and, sculpted in dusk, I am and am not, but I am.

Carlos Drummond de Andrade, from Multitudinous Heart: Poems; “Field of Flowers,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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consider this a small starter call for all new && old followers !!

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Fluff Meme: Cuddles Edition

“Mm…you’re warm….”

“You are ridiculously comfortable…”

“Awe! But I don’t want to get up….”

“Get back here and cuddle with me…”

“Nope! You’re my prisoner today…”

“I’m tired, come to bed and cuddle with me please?”

“Well I guess I could come over there and cuddle with you for a bit…”

“Well if it’ll make you feel better…”

“A little cuddling won’t kill you, I promise.”

“It’ll be warmer if we cuddle together….”

“I’m sorry babe; I’m just not in the mood today, could we cuddle instead please?”

“I always sleep better when you’re here with me…”

“Why don’t we just relax and cuddle all day, hmm?”

“I’m really sore today, could we just take it easy and cuddle today please?”

“Somehow cuddling with you is even better than I expected it to be…”

“Can we cuddle for a bit please? I’m feeling kinda down…”

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

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“You are ridiculously comfortable…”

“yeah && you’re heavy.” she’s blunt, but the lightness of her tone suggests a benign playfulness to her words. so it seemed sombra could hold her alcohol better than the gunslinger --- or perhaps more likely, he was already quite a few shots down the line when she’d entered the bar. she swirled the contents of her neat whiskey, staring at the coppery liquid, face flushed && coloured with the tipsiness she felt. not quite drunk. her head rested against his that had slumped onto her shoulder, fingers entwining with his fleshy hand that rested on the counter.

it was a quiet moment. she prayed that come the morning he wouldn’t even remember. or if he did, it would be foggy && unbelievable. after all, who would think she, sombra, would cuddle up to him? 

bringing the shot glass to her lips, she paused, the oaky scent overpowering enough that she had second thoughts, instead letting it sit untouched on the counter, freeing up her hand to carefully card her fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. “guess you’ll be crashing at my place.” the ‘place’ being safe, abandoned building she’d retrofitted for her own purposes. “i’ll be leaving in the morning anyway. come on, big guy. on your feet.”

cuddlebug ( x ) / acc, send one you cowards / @ofbamf​

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Fluff Meme: Cuddles Edition

“Mm…you’re warm….”

“You are ridiculously comfortable…”

“Awe! But I don’t want to get up….”

“Get back here and cuddle with me…”

“Nope! You’re my prisoner today…”

“I’m tired, come to bed and cuddle with me please?”

“Well I guess I could come over there and cuddle with you for a bit…”

“Well if it’ll make you feel better…”

“A little cuddling won’t kill you, I promise.”

“It’ll be warmer if we cuddle together….”

“I’m sorry babe; I’m just not in the mood today, could we cuddle instead please?”

“I always sleep better when you’re here with me…”

“Why don’t we just relax and cuddle all day, hmm?”

“I’m really sore today, could we just take it easy and cuddle today please?”

“Somehow cuddling with you is even better than I expected it to be…”

“Can we cuddle for a bit please? I’m feeling kinda down…”

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

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Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

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Bernard Herrman - Twisted Nerve

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SHIPPING INFO // answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.REPOST. don’t reblog.

★  WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?: probably deadlock!cree /los muertos!sombra verse of mcsombra

★  WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?: pretty much any plot idea / verse / kind of ship my partner feels comfortable with throwing at me!

★  HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: i guess around 25+ years? age gap (provided both muses are over the age of 18 pls) doesn’t usually make me uncomfortable.

★  ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?: i’m a chemistry based shipper rather than a selective / open shipper. that means even if the characters are super unlikely to be shipped, if there’s genuine chemistry between them be it a genuine romantic ship, hate/rivalry, etc then i’ll likely be all down for it. i consider shipping not just restricted to romance or sex: i think there’s plenty other kinds of relationships that can be explored.

★  HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS.FW?: i usually tag things as nsfw or suggestive when there’s actual descriptions of like, touching going on or steamy thoughts what not. like.. stroking the thigh will net a suggestive tag and touching the Goods(tm) will mark it nsfw.

★  WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?: the easier question is like.. who don’t i ship sombra with haha. but i guess some ships i really want to write / can potentially see happening: somwidow, somfist, somji, a platonic somzo with birb ( @theyoungdragon ), sommetra, somyatta

★  DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?: honestly if there’s chemistry it tends to write itself. if anything it’s usually me asking the other person if it’s okay considering sombra flirts + i don’t want ppl to feel like they’re forced into the ship when it’s not the case!!

★  HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?: see above

★  ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: honestly................ i’m probably obsessed because you technically can ship everyone with everyone bc relationships aren’t strictly romantic / sexual so gimmie those brotps or family or mentorships or platonic cuddlebug buddies!!

★  ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: yes

★  WHAT IS ( ARE ) YOUR FAVORITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:  too many man...

★  FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?: if there’s chemistry: legit just jump in my IMs and be like “hey fuckface lets fucking ship” and i’ll be like oh shit damn let’s do it

pre-plotted / established relationships:  legit just jump in my IMs and be like “hey fuckface lets fucking ship” and i’ll be like oh shit damn let’s do it

TAGGED BY: @kitakaze-no-ryu TAGGING: you, boop.

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🌞 (someone say snuggleday?)

“you are entirely too trusting.” she didn’t even need to announce what she could do to him. what she’s done to so many others like him. sombra only allowed him so close out of pure awe that he would be so fearless as to approach her. did he not understand the danger? that aspect of her had enticed others before, but she’d never expect such a thing out of zenyatta. 

the tip of her fingernail slowly trailed up the omnic’s arm. at any point she could activate her glove && initiate a hack, if he didn’t interrupt her. yet she didn’t, gloved palm now settling on the hard metal of his shoulder. she even went so far as to invite herself onto his lap, because it looked rather cool how he floated && was surprised to find that, despite the hard material he was comfy. kind of like perching on the arm of a chair, but with support from the curl of his arm.

still nothing.  ... she should get off now, she made her point. her.. point.. being that she could do anything. yeah. that’s why she she’d sunk a little, shoulders slumping into the half embrace, legs reclining over his folded thigh, toes curling a little.

“... you do not speak of this to anyone.” she hissed quietly, popping her coat’s collar to obscure her face from view && to provide a bit of warmth. she could quite happily nap there..

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“Bite me.”

perhaps in another context, the shorter woman accosting the tall man would’ve been met with bemusement, but sadly, any personal visits from sombra were bad omens in of itself. one palm was flat on the wall behind him, though the uzi she had pointed lazily to the sky was far more trapping than her body. she tapped the butt of the gun against her shoulder as her head tilts, toothy grin spreading across purple painted lips in response.

“tempting, but i think i’ll pass. i don’t know where you’ve been. correction: i do know && that’s why i’m not going to bite you.” she flicked his nose with her index finger, before returning to partially lean on the wall once more. as much fun as she was having, she believed jamison was just an unpredictable as her && who knows when roadhog was about to show up? she best wrap their little moment up quickly.

“the treasure. did it contain any data pads? any technology that can access the web or store data at all?”

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Sexual tension sentence starters

as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall

Angry

“Make me.”

“I dare you.”

“Bite me.”

“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”

“Wanna bet?”

“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”

“Prove it.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

“Oh, well fuck me, then.”

“Shut up!”

“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”

Flirty

“I wish we weren’t out in public…”

“Wow, you’re really strong.”

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”

“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”

“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”

“You have really nice fingers…”

“Are we going downtown?”

“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”

“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”

“What do you wear to bed?”

Awkward

“Do you have to eat it like that?”

“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”

“Hey, stop biting your lip…”

“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”

“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”

“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”

“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”

“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”