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The day she inevitably sets you on fire,   don’t you dare be angry at her. Keep your screaming words and pointing fingers to yourself.   do not blame her for the pain  licking up your arms with every dancing flame-flicker a fast foxtrot flashing one-two-three-four around the sharp corners of your elbows, snaking up the curve of your exposed throat.   Do not blame her for the ravaged landscape of your body:   the riverbeds of your veins all dried up and cracked or the hollowed-out forest of your branching bones or your lungs filled up with ash and smoke and charred debris.   After all, you are the one who played with fire.  —–   She warned you she was dangerous   //   Indie sci-fi original concept character , dual main verse / written by Jules (x)

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gentle reminder all my blogs are on uni hiatus until the end of june ,  i might still drop in and get some writing done but its really difficult rn i have lots to do and my ability to write just isn’t here rn

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Thank you @buttons15 for the wonderful dialogue.  Love dat Moicy rivalry

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1 post into my tag and its already broken

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new theme  !!   The only thing that’s mine is the code on this blog tbh . The rest is thanks to @ninjastrike i mean it,,, Everything,,, 

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i was threatened

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`*・°  ninjastrike  .。.:

                   he swallows deserts in between each breath,    suffocated  &  on the cusp of  HYSTERIA  :  memories flash,  fierce and unforgiving,  akin to  explosions  blowing beneath his eyes.  blood,  blood,  blood   ———   all his,  s p l a t t e r e d  across the timber floor,  the walls of the dōjō blurring into darkness,  the anger that  WITHERS  in his chest and blooms anew   ———   and then.  a sting in his heart,  realization slamming him into  breathlessness.  fingers stutter from where he feels them lying against him,  cold,  so so cold,  why am i so cold  ?  …  and this  WOMAN.  she knows his name,  dares to speak of his whole name,  the one that was  t a k e n  from him,  as it had been taken like his  LIFE.

                     understanding is slow to sink in,  fighting to settle beneath the weight of his  INNER  THOUGHT  :  but when it does   ———   overwatch.  hope  embodied,  he tastes the word upon his tongue and licks it  d r y.  her japanese is  …  weak,  but he cannot fault her.  english,  what she speaks with,  is an  odd  weight  to breath life to  :  he had never been a  GOOD  STUDY  in languages,  but he knows enough.            ❛   you may   ———   ❜        he stops,  works the pronunciation.  his voice is  r o u g h ,  though he cannot tell why.        ❛   speak english.  i will understand.�� PLEASE.  i need   ———   an explanation.   ❜

                               Oh  sweet  angel  did  they  never  tell  you  ?     You  can  save  only     one  :     yourself  or  them  ,   for  empathy  burns  ;   a  searing  pressure  upon  your  chest  that  never  quite  goes  away  .   She  wouldn’t  choose  differently  though  ,   even  if  there  are  doubts  circling  fatigued  mind  .      She  would  never  choose  differently    ,   confirmed  with  one  look  cast  down  upon  the  man  who     embodied     both  her  conflict  &   resolution  .   Conflict  :   was  this  too  far  ?   Where  is  the  point     saving  grace     turns  to  prolonged  suffering  ?      Resolution  :   He’s  alive  ,   he’s  alive  ,   he’s  alive  .

                                Though  methods  are  not  ones  she  wholly     approves     of  the  fact  remains  :   he  is  alive  ,   the  rest  will  work  itself  out  ,      she  would  see  to  it  herself  .       Empathy  turns  to     methodological  observance  ;   is  he  breathing  okay  ,  responding  to  stimuli  ,   is  he  a  danger  to  himself  or  others  ?      (    unclear  .   )

                                 She  nods  ,   every  movement  she  makes  purposeful  &    gentle  ,   giving  him  every  sense  of  calm  she  can  in  this  situation  .               ❛   Very  well   ❜                 A  pause  ,   for  this  could     never     be  easy  .               ❛   --------   What  is  the  last  thing  you  remember  ?   ❜     

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hi wendys coming back so im coming back, chef kiss meme @ my 2 followers

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----------- ninjastrike.

                        breaths fall like  fallen  prayers  on deaf ears  :  he is the solemn promise of divine betrayal,  blood trickling down the ridge of his fingers and  drowning  him whole.  who is there to hear you scream in the empty abyss,  but your own  ECHO  ?  consciousness kisses the haggard edges of his mind and brings with it a land of stranger things,  sharp focus forced upon him.  he staggers,  a  choked  breath  hanging from his lips,  and blinking comes as unnatural as the taste of fresh air once more to  TORN  LUNGS.

           ❝    ここは  …  ———  ?    ❞          //       &.  @medicheal·  LIKED  ;

                                     Fatigue    dampens  her  every  move  ;   ever  since  his  arrival  she’d  never  left  his  side  for  more  than  a  moment  .   How  could  she  ?   He  was  a  scene  straight  from  a  horror  movie   (  one  she’d  seen  far  too  often  )   she  was  given  an  ultimatum  ,   each  option  one  she  didn’t    fully    agree  with  .   Though  still    loyal    to  her  oath  as  she  were  the  day  sworn  :   there  was  a  thought  stuck  on  repeat  ------   what  if  this  was    too  far  ?    What  if  there  was  more  harm  than  good  ?

                                     Mercifully    her  mind  was  silenced  :   for  he’s  awake   (  finally  )   &   she  stands  immediately  ,   ever  the  picture  of  professionalism  .   Still  a    sympathy    can  be  read  through  the    carefully    muted  expression   (   a  hint  of  a    smile    too  ----  he’s  okay  ) 

                                      ‘   Genji  Shimada  ;   I  am  Doctor    Angela  Ziegler    ’    A  pause  ,   to  recollect  whatever  Japanese  she  could  ,   however  fragmented          ‘   Overwatch  ;   無難    ’

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An Angel

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OVERWATCH   MOODBOARD   SERIES   :  MERCY                   ( requests open! )

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                                       He’s  the    bringer  of  death    to  those  he  encounters  ,   a  nightmare  given  form  for  those  that  survive  .   To  her  ?   He’s  a    bittersweet  twist    in  her  chest  .   On  her  left  ,   behind  her  lung  ----   where  the  heart  is  .   She’d  heard  enough  to  put  two  &   two  together  ;   when  she’d  rather  not  .   God  it  hurt  less  when  she  thought  he’d  perished  ,   but  she  couldn’t  ignore  it  .   Mind  thrown  back  to    hushed  conversations    behind  closed  doors  ,   wondering  what  would  come  of  them  -------   this  had  never  been  imagined  .   For  Gabe  ,   at  his  very foundation  ,   is    human  .   

                                        So  when  she’s  faced  with  what  some  call    the  reaper   she  finds  fear  taking  a  back  seat  .   For  she  doesn’t  see  a  bringer  of  death  ;   she  see’s  the  ghost  of  her  friend  ,   she  see’s    pain    &   her  chest  tightens  .

                                        Resigning  herself  to  the fact  he’s  really  there  ,   that  she  has  to  face  him  ,   she  puts  down  her  work  &   faces  him  properly  .   All  the  pain  ,   pity  &   sadness  shows  ,   completely  overruling  the  anger   (  for  the  grief  she  endured  ,   for  the  death  he’s  spreading  )   

                      ’   Oh    Gabe  --------    what  happened  to  you  ?   ’          //   @lczcrus​​​  --  x.

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