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Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.
I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better
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I’ve been a bit errant the past few days, but just figure I’ll put up a note that I’ll be on a short semi-hiatus probably until around Monday (August 8). I’m gonna try and get some replies posted here and there, (and I’m always likely to reblog pics and shit from mobile) but I’m going to be going on a short trip up north and need to get some odds and ends squared away beforehand. I’m sure we’ll chat in the meanwhile but if not, you lovely folks take care and have fun!
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× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using? ♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?
× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using?
Gabriel generally smelled of metal, gun smoke, and a bit of aftershave. He doesn’t go too heavy with any sort of cologne typically, and isn’t the sort to go overboard with his deodorant, so he’ll sometimes have the faint, salty smell of sweat around him after a long work day. If he’s off duty for any prolonged period of time, he’s got less of the metal and gun smoke and more of earthy-wet scent, like petrichor. 
Reaper on the other hand maximizes the gun smoke to an absurd (see: unnatural) degree. Smells like it’s been raining too much for too long - a waterlogged, worm smell. There’s a scent that’s too sterile, almost like formaldehyde, and a little like somethings burning.
♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?
A text tattoo down the inside of his left arm that reads ‘malo mori quam foedari’, translating essentially to, 'death before dishonor’. He got it as a reminder/personal creed shortly after he joined the military. 
A skull and crown between his shoulder blades with the words 'mors vincit omnia’ beneath. It translates to “Death Conquers All” or “Death Always Wins”. He got this around the time of the omnic crisis. The crown is something of a connection to himself (Reyes meaning “king”/“royalty”) as an 'agent of death’ against their enemies. The placement though on the back also hints to the understanding that death will come for him too. 
Both of these are distorted on Reaper by a series of burns and scars along the left side of his torso, shoulder, and back.
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Arsonist’s Lullabye | Hozier
Don’t you ever tame your demons Always keep them on a leash
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Useless Details Ask Meme II
Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse! Part I: (X)
Getting closer:
× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using? � do they shower often? every day or just every couple of days? ♻ how about brushing teeth? three times a day, or just in the morning? ⌘ do they rather shower or take a bath? ♀ how long does your muse usually need for a shower/bath? ⚣ how long does your muse need to shave? (this is also for the ladies!) ♂ does your muse put on make-up? how long do they need for it every day?  ⚢ what kind of make-up does your muse use? favourite colours? how much do they use?
Exploring their body:
♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them? ♧ any freckles/moles/birth marks? where? ♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long? ♢ how much do they weigh? ♠ any ‘weird’ characteristics on their body? one leg/arm longer than the other? ♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad? ♥ do they have more muscles or more fat on their body? ♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?
Open your closet:
⦂ what clothes do they sleep in? ♚ do they have a favourite piece of clothing? ❅ what do they usually wear when they’re not working? ☏ what do they wear when they’re at work? ₤ how many shoes do they have? what kind? Σ how many purses do they have? ⌚ how long do they need to decide what to wear in the morning? ⌛ do they go shopping for clothes often? how long do they usually need? $ how much money do they spend on clothes every month?
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It was a rare occurrence for him these days, to shed the mantle of 'Reaper', and walk the streets as little more than seemingly any other civilian. He wasn't, of course. He wasn't human, and yet the very act he now engaged in seemed, on some level, to be an attempt at reconnecting with what once was. 
Foolish, of course, and he'd not likely admit to it, even to himself. Instead he saw it as an extension of work. Scoping out the city and getting a sense of how it lived and breathed on a day-to-day basis gave him better bearings during a mission. 
Spotting the omnic he frowned beneath the partial mask he wore, that concealed the worst of his ever-lingering injuries. A tension sparked between his shoulder blades as he strode slowly closer; years of war and conflict with their kind hadn't left him soft or amiable to their sometimes strange or suspicious behavior. Sometimes they went quiet like this, and the next thing you knew, the God-AI had them in their clutches. 
"You know," he spoke up slowly, watching the omnic with keen focus. "It's not so safe to be out alone like this." Ready to reach into his coat and draw out his shotguns on a moments notice, he stopped several short feet away. Some might have heard his words as more a threat than a warning, but he cautioned restraint, straddling a fine middle line.
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   The monk had not expected to travel here, but he let his teachings and help guide him where it will. And, frankly, this place needed a lot of help. It was a bit overwhelming, but no job well done should be an easy feat.    Having a moment to meditate in silence was a wonderful treat that the Omnic took in stride. Everyone should have a moment to themselves, after all.
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What happened to you?
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headcanon;
Reaper does, on exceedingly rare occasions, dress down and go out for 'leisure'. (Though often enough, this does involve collecting any stray souls he happens across). He sticks with dark clothes that conceal as much as possible. Form fitting, long-sleeved turtlenecks, long coats with collars drawn up, trademark beanies, etc. He also wears a black, partial-mask over the lower half of his face similar to what Soldier76 and sometimes Genji are depicted with, to conceal the worst of his wounds and deformities. This doesn't, however, conceal the deathly pallor of his skin or his noticeably colder body temperature. As such, he normally only ever goes out at night.
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Tagged by stolen from @notsombra
Copy and Paste and bold what applies
My muse knows how to…
bake a cake from scratch / ride a horse / drive stick / speak a second language / dance / catch a fish/ play an instrument / throw a punch / build a deck / ice skate / unclog a drain / program a computer /change a flat tire /fire a gun /sew / juggle / play poker / paint / fly a kite / sculpt / write poetry /change a diaper / sing / shoot a bow and arrow / ride a bike / swim / sail a boat / do a back flip / play chess / give CPR / pitch a tent / flirt / stitch a wound / read palms / use chopsticks / write in cursive/ use an electric drill /braid hair / make a campfire / make a mixed drink / do sudoku puzzles/ wrap a gift / give a good massage / jump-start a car / roll their tongue / do magic tricks / do yoga / tie a tie / skip a rock / shuffle a deck of cards / read Morse code / pick a lock
Tagging: anyone who wants to
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history’s got you in its sights
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*reaper voice* death showers
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Today’s feeling like a “fix up the theme/links/information/headcanons” sorta day. Been having a lot of thoughts on what Reaper looks like under the mask and need to get around to scribbling notes about it (since I can’t draw for shiiiet). I’m like, 100000% sure there are similar/close examples out there people have drawn, but ????? Anyway! If I don’t get a lot of replies out today this is why, but I’m around just the same! o/
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Now the rains weep o’er his hall with no one there to hear.
the crumbling of Overwatch | the Rains of Castamere 
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“Wake up, Gabriel.”
- commission info mchanzo companion piece
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He watched her with carefully bridled interest, though behind the mask none could truly tell, and his posture generally gave little -if anything- away. Her words perplexed him though - memories resurfacing? 
As things were, he had always recognized Talon's top assassin as the late Gérard Lacroix's missing wife, but only so far as appearances were concerned. Beyond that, he had found little trace of the woman once known as Amélie. In some ways, their situations weren't so drastically different.
She redirected her attention to him, however, and the only indication he acknowledged it for several seconds was a slight quirk of his head to the side. 
"Old habits die hard," he responded, gravelly voice drawing the words out slowly as he had a tendency to do. How would he have known those very words echoed the sentiments of one he'd not be so keen on resembling? 
Giving a dismissive, languid, wave with one hand, he continued. "When you're stuck on the graveyard shift so long, gets hard to turn things back around." Daytime missions were one thing, but considering nearly everything about him from appearance to physical disposition, the cover of night suited him just as well these days as they had back then.
"I'd say I've got the opposite problem from you, though. Can't keep my mind busy enough." There was a spark of something in the corner of his mind, a hint of that familiar glow that Reyes used to keep so well. "Tell me something. Has this happened before? Old memories of yours returning?" And if so, had she sought out the doctors to 'fix' her those times as well?
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   A gravely voice snapped her from her thoughts and her gaze shot up to the other. Had she been that far lost in her own mind that she did not notice the other near her? She would have not been so lucky if it was someone else, thankfully, it was an ally. She feared the worse if it was an enemy.    A tilt of her head was returned to the other after he questioned the widow. She was not used to that question being directed at her, or such a kind question being directed at her.         “Fragments of memories that have long since faded are resurfacing. I was thinking that I should bring it up with Talon’s doctors.”    There was no need to lie to the other, right? He was an ally and Talon told her than she should trust those. An order was an order, even if she did not want to trust the one before her.    In her opinion, the man before her really should not be trusted, but she did not have a real reason for it. It was a gut feeling, really, not something that she liked.         “What are you doing out here so late?”    Idle chatter, something that she was not used to, but tried to replicate. It used to be a skill that she was quite good at, she remembers that, not that it does much good.
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This is right up there on my list of favorite Weird Moments From In-Game. It was an embarrassing loss, but it was funny as shit. I will never forget the Reaper that kept calling Soldier “papi” and going berserk whenever I died (then I’d come back to “:3 I avenged you papi” like seriously I love you but do I have to do some kinkshaming up in here).
A loss it may have been, but it was a fun loss all the same.
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Every time Reyes had to deal with McCree…
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