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@amesyeuxrien​ from here

“Oh?”

His shoulders shift forward as she pulls him by the tie to claim her prize. He laughs and sets his highball next to her glass.

His hand snakes around to rest in the small of her back, the other taking this opportunity to card through her hair and breathe in the perfume she wore. It felt dangerous, up here where anyone could see the two of them, and it excited him. Let them look, but only he could touch.

His drink had sent a pleasant buzz through his circuity and as she pressed herself into him he could register her faint heartbeat, the idea of it enough for him to duck his own head at her neck and kiss at her pulse. Humans were so fragile, each one of these little places guarded by such thin skin, perhaps that is why they found these places so intimate?

He pulled away, pushing her so her back hit the balcony, dangerous again, but so alluring. His hands were placed on either side of her and he leaned in close, almost a whisper.

“Tell me how you see the world, mon araignée. What does it look like through your eyes?”

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Also hell YES I’m giving all ocs their own tag

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@airbornegoldenboy liked for a Bastion starter!

They really weren’t supposed to be here.

The city was not a place they liked to come. Too many of those things that yelled at them, too many who ran at the sight of them. It set them on edge, made their mind do things that they didn’t want.

Ganymede was with them though. It was good that Ganymede made them calm. They needed to be calm right now and Ganymede made them calm.

They hadn’t meant to come this far into the city. One thing led to another, one chased butterfly led to....this.

It was darker now. Their optic glowed in the dark, illuminating anything they looked at. It illuminated Ganymede several times. Ganymede made them calm. They were somewhere else now, though. It was bright with neon signs. There was loud noises, laughter, crying, yelling. People would quiet and then get very loud all of a sudden. There was a window. The people would watch a screen with a man running with a ball. When something happened, the people would get loud.

Bastion spent a lot of time, watching the man running with the ball. They were so distracted that when the bell jingled from the door next to them they panicked. Their footsteps were not quiet as they scurried into the alley over. Someone had come out of the neon place! Someone had seen them! ...A dead-end. The alley was a dead-end.

Their frame shuddered, turning to face the entrance of the alley. They let out a warble of fear.

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*Holds out Bastion*

Would anybody like some lad.

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Was anyone going to tell me that bastion was only 30 or was I just going to have to read that on the overwatch wiki myself?

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I got a BASTION for my BIRTHDAY

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Muse tag drop.

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what a FLAWED creation…

art credit ( x )

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Measure Twice. Cut once.

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…grrrrr……… stay… behind it……. i will bring it forward in 6 seconds just b PATIENT

anyway i wanted to start practicing how to draw Orisa and referenced this heavily from the wiki image

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I’m so spooked about having to change up my max again.

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                                     ｜ Muses ｜Rules ｜Verses ｜

                                    “Do we not have souls? Do we not bleed as you do?”

Multimuse omnic blog.

10+ years RP experience.

OC friendly.

No personals.

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While I’m going to keep my other two blogs open to personals, I’ll be making this blog roleplay blog only. It’s too confusing otherwise.

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"Can you feel my hand, my body? Do you sense the cold touches as many others do? Does it bother you, ever in the slightest? Do I bother you?"

Her hands are clasped gently in his own, cupping them softly. 

“Mon cher, the coldness only fills me with the want to offer you warmth. I revere every touch you seem to bless me with.” He offers her palm a pseudo-kiss as he brings it up to cup his faceplate.

“How could you ever bother me?”

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the silken sheets are so soft and cool against lilac skin, against the silver gleam of his fingers, so gentle as they traverse the dips and rises of her body. she can feel him better now, what with the sensors and nerves reconnecting in her brain, her own body growing accustomed to such a soft touch instead of a painful repercussion. 

she is feeling again. 

the widowmaker was awoken by a nightmare, as she often was, but it was so odd to be curled next to her lover and still feel His hands on her body, to hear His voice shattering her eardrums. the omnic who often shared her bed was there, of course, but it was still so unusual to wake up next to him as he rested, the twinkling lights of his sensors flashing like warning signs in the darkness of their room. 

can he see her troubles? does he know that she is so conflicted in her movements, in her very being? he is an intelligent man, of course he knew. there was always the price of having someone close to her; it seems that every man that she kisses would pay the price in one way or another. 

oh, how she wishes to kiss him now – to infect him with her poisonous ardor and let venom drip from her lips, letting herself go. she wants to grab his collar, his tie, anything that might help her chase that bare sliver of a feeling that she’s lost for so many years. 

perhaps he would be forgiving of her. 

or perhaps not. 

as wonderful and gorgeous as he was, the widowmaker knew better. maximilien was a clever, vengeful man. he was not afraid to hurt anyone to further his own promise, and the flashes of past memories that would come to her late at night reaffirmed this. he was not afraid to hurt her, no matter how gentle and soft he was during these midnight adventures.

but for now, as they lie together – it is nice. the widowmaker feels herself doze off with his gentle humming, even and steady, echoing in the shell of her ear.

she wishes they could stay like this forever. perhaps, if she could be better for him, if she could try harder to forget the past and yield herself entirely to him.. then perhaps her life could be spared.

and perhaps she could learn to love someone like him. 

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“Don’t-Just a moment longer.”

His fingers twitch, hesitant.

“Madame, people will talk-“ he begins, settling to caress her features with his digits.

She gives a sad smile and a shake of her head, strands of hair falling over her eyes which he catches and quickly brushes away with a thumb.

“Let them.”

He sighs, an action entirely useless and stares into her eyes. It’s almost time again. She’s lasted longer this time, giving him a useless bit of hope, that perhaps Amelie would be gone for good- but it was not to be.

A kiss is placed on her forehead as he pulls her close, then under his chin to press her head against his chest. He feels her breathing even out and knows that sleep has retaken her once more.

Curled around her like this, he barely hopes to protect her. From the world. From Talon. From himself. His shield is meager, fragile as glass, and yet the action is done anyway. Perhaps if he kept hoping, kept wishing on stars, kept gambling, that she would stay here like this. Perfect. Pristine. He wanted to remember her in these moments. Her hair slightly disheveled, frizzy, short, but oh so nice to run his fingers through. Her lips, just barely parted.

Her when she was with him.

But there was no such thing as luck.

It made his core ache, a buzzing electrifying and incredibly painful feeling in his chest. He felt like he might die any moment there, his arms still coddled around her form. Another victim claimed by The Widowmaker. Omnics did not ache, this was what was believed, but he knew the truth.

A heart, a core, love could make either ache just as easily as the other.

And he loved her.

He really,

Truly,

Loved her.