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lovl3igh · 3 months

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annabeth said multiple times that percy was gone for 6 months and also we know he disseapered in december and they had reunion in june but either because percy isn't a math genius or because he's a drama queen, every time he speaks about his disseaperance, he claims it was longer

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yonemurishiroku · 10 months

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Suddenly aware of the fact that a child of Jupiter (Zeus) and a child of Poseidon actually join hands to save a child of Hades.

Awww and to think that their fathers would gouge each other’s eyes out——

#If I were Zeus or Poseidon I’d brag about this unto eternity and proceed to mock the hell #out of the kid’s helplessness whenever i want to rile his father aka my eldest brother up.#nico di angelo #jason grace #percy jackson #mark of athena #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo

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haztory · 10 months

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sorry for being absent literally always, but i had to get this out of my drafts.

goddess!reader x mortal!bakugou; warnings: blood, mentions of sex, murder, unhappy relationships, unhinged reader and bakugou (tiny bit), not beta’d

(w.c. 2.1k)

Rapacious, your father would call you were he to see you now. Salacious, acting in behavior once thought deterred; The kind that he meant to have stamped out of you in an effort to cultivate you into the pious cog in of his senseless grandeur. His promise of destiny.

Your father’s lips would be turned in that virtuous frown, eyes narrowed as he sat from his throne in the great pantheon of Gods. Validated by their fealty. The model figure that is woefully negligent as he speaks of the sanctity of commandments that have seen his betrayal one too many times before. Sanctimonious in his rectitude, righteous in his hypocrisy, your father is.

He meant to cage you, raging at your freedom and its significance—angry that you were wild, changing the tides of human wars with the gentlest of smiles and lulling whispers; Rampaging that fellow Gods, his own brothers, were victim to the whims of your games with the mortals; Furious that the power you wielded began to rival that of his own; Murderous that you were too much like him: untamed, greedy, victorious and still, adored.

You have never known his anger to be long-lasting, especially not in a manner of great meaning when you could falsely promise your way out of it. Batting eyelashes in truce—but, this is beyond punishment for the defiance of a rule. He means to break you.

A husband.

One bound to you without your consultation, much less knowledge. Promised in hand and divinity to be half of a whole to this pitiful excuse of God.

There was hardly an expectation of satisfaction within the marriage on a good day, much less pleasure in the ways that physically mattered; Could such a thing ever truly be expected from a man who only knew how to hammer metal? Up, down, up, down until the glowing steel was forged.

Your husband is a man of great fortitude, who knows and will only know that of the fire he works with. The flames reflected in the dullness of his irises being the only exciting thing about him. He is monotonous within his construction. Routined and boring.

How could there ever be the expectation of fidelity from you, the Goddess of Love?

How could you be shackled to the bedside of a man who has never known the strength of the sea from which you are born? How can you love a man who does not know the impact of the tide and draws no desire from its power? How can you be with a man who does not know and adore you as you are? For a millenia, nonetheless!

You've come to know of this arrangement as a curse; A woeful attempt to tame you from the wild and lustful by forcing you to make acquaintance with the bland and boring. Binding you to the shore, never to make acquaintance with the push and pull of the forceful nature.

Credit must be paid your way. You had tried. In the depths of shame and sorrow, you tried to do as your brothers and sisters and settle. Gave in and let yourself believe that love and happiness could be found within routine, eventually. It is your novelty, after all. And yet, it still finds you. This yearning for more, the urge to love and be loved. Your nature still rises from the swaying tide and dares to edge the coast.

Your father would not approve were he to see you now, watching from your high plane in the heavens to the happenings of the mortal world. Surely, your husband would violently disapprove too, convinced that he has you loyal.

You shouldn’t fixate; Had promised in low lights and empty words in your husband’s grimy embrace that you have seen the errors of your ways; That you have and will change. For his sake. But he does not know what happens when he is away in his cave of brimstone.

Your attention is caught. And the object of your fascination is a marvel.

Sculpted from clay himself, you have half a mind to believe that one of your siblings has had a part in his creation. Broad and muscular, sharp and angular in all the places that deem him a man. This mortal has caught your eye since his ascension from boy to man. He is a village soldier. Fiercely protective and eager for a fight, and yet always looking to the heavens. As though there was something there waiting for him, beckoning him closer. You suppose he isn’t wrong, as you peer down to him just as he looks up.

There have been whispers of his fate amongst the crowds since he was a boy, certainty issued in his great destiny. No one is more sure of it than he.

Which may be what finds him in your temple.

Sanctuaries have never known themselves to be exclusive, but you must admit that it is certainly strange to have a man of his designation pray to the Goddess of Love. Surely he must have found some alignment more towards that of your stoic sister, emboldened by the desire for courage and brawn. And yet he is here, treading the halls in the stillness of night and giving small offerings to each of your priestesses and holding one large offering basket for your statue.

He stands beneath the colonnade, staring pensively at the intricate designs of your image on marble. He speaks only when the room has been cleared, the priestesses giving him the space to pray in solace.

“I hear you.” His timbre is gruff yet smooth. Commanding as it echoes. “You are calling to me.”

You remain still, almost taken aback at his forwardness. The waves of temptation creep at your feet.

“I intend to find you, whether you show yourself or not.” He speaks again. He looks up, and although you know it improbable, you swear eyes of vermillion have pinpointed your location in the sky. And so, it comes crashing.

It has been so long since you have last appeared before a mortal, and appearing before him transcends all relatability. To see the fixation, your desire, and to have him see you. If he is surprised by your arrival, he doesn’t show it. Eyes strong in their stoic gaze, lips almost curled in a sneer. One would think you were his enemy, but you know such a charge to be false. It’s a charge of electricity, the cooling nighttime air suddenly warming at the meeting of your gaze.

He is no enemy to you, and you are certainly no stranger to him.

“No one has ever commanded me so directly. How did you know?” You ask. of genuine curiosity.

“I dream of you.” He says the answer so plainly, as though it were a common occurrence. You can’t help but raise a brow.

“Oh?”

“I have for years. It was only a matter of time before you showed yourself.”

The chains forged by your husband suddenly feel the lightest that they have ever felt. Metal rattling against each other, pushing and pulling as something brews within you. You wonder what this mortal thinks of you. If he finds you as beautiful as you find him; If the power within him is as strong as you think it is.

If he is strong enough to cut through steel.

“And what did you dream of?” You ask, taking a step forward. Feeling elation fill you like the swirling breeze as his eyes quickly watch you step forward.

“Tch. Like you don’t know.” His jaw flexes and with it comes the bloom of a subtle blush on his cheeks. “Didn’t you plant the damn things?”

No, you didn’t. You could certainly look to see what it is he dreamed of, but this is more fun. Finally, finally, you feel the remnants of yourself pulse alive.

“Have you come to give me a greater purpose?” He asks quickly, in diversion. You let him, too satisfied with the newfound freedom to care much about his attempt at modesty.

You step closer to him, watching as his eyes cascade down the sheer chiton adorning your body. “Is that what I did in your dreams? Fill you with purpose?”

You find yourself almost chest to chest with him, his eyes never leaving yours, “Or did you fill me?”

You laugh when his eyes widen, turning to take a chocolate from the offering basket held still in his hands and plopping it into your mouth. Marveling at its taste, deciding that it must be homemade. “Is that what you are in search for? A greater purpose? How about a culinary artist? Your skills are impeccable.”

He doesn’t laugh. “I am destined for more.”

He knows he is. You know he is. Have not eyed him for so long to have not known. He stands firm before you, a soldier waiting for instruction. In any other instance you would rebuke such a stand, revolt at the rigid and serious, and yet with him—

Well, in devotion to you, who can fault you for testing its limits? Especially when there is something that has sat within you, waiting for the opportune moment.

You meet his gaze, deciding to no longer tease. “How much more?”

“Anything you will give me.” He quickly responds.

“And this destiny you seek, do you do it for pride or service?”

“I am your loyal follower and patron, Goddess Divine. What I do is for you.”

“A man like you, patron to me. How lucky am I?” You smile, but it is quickly assumed by the sneaking tendrils of your dark desire. Your voice stills, “The task I have for you is very arduous. Unyielding, difficult, and not aimed for the weak. Destiny setting, to be sure.”

The man seems to preen at those words, a smile finally finding its way to his face. It curls, dangerously, hungrily. “Name it.”

“Once it is spoken, it cannot be undone.” You warn.

“The task is mine alone.” He insists.

You find yourself before him again, and he leans in to listen closely. You can sense the fight in him, smell his musk. The promised freedom teeters on the edge of your words.

“...kill Hephaestus. Free me from the shackles of my constricting punishment.”

He doesn’t blink, doesn’t balk, doesn’t shy away from the treasonous words. He does as you have seen him do and stands firm, almost vibrates with his desire to act.

You can almost feel the brush of the sea on your skin again.

“And my reward?” He asks, confidently.

“Is my eternal patronage and favor not enough?” You laugh, eased in his presence rather than tight at the admittance of your evil. Circling around him, you drag your finger across the broadness of his bare and unmarred shoulders. You wonder if the purity of his skin is a reflection of his valiance. Wonder if your desires are steered correctly, that he is the one to have the strength to carry him to victory.

He glances to you over his shoulder, “Surely, the Goddess has more in plan for the man set to kill her husband than bragging rights?”

Curiosity clouded with the tendrils of lust at the man who holds your fate in his hands, you place your chin on his shoulder, meeting his vermillion gaze as your nose scarcely brushes the smooth expanse of his sculptured chin. Intimacy with a man who isn’t your husband, intimacy that is natural and wanted rather than forced.

“Cheeky.” You murmur, and his grin widens. A veil of clouded air blurs his vision before you reappear in front of him, your weight placed onto him as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Bring me the head of my oppressor,” You begin, said so airily it could be mistaken as a light conversation rather than a plot for murder, “And I will make you a God in his place. Meant to enact your own destiny, made to rule beside me.”

You lean your forehead closer, meeting him as your noses brush in meeting. Tracing one another, you whisper, “Can you do it?”

Without hesitation, he breathes into you. “I am yours, Goddess Divine.”

“And your name, O Great Warrior?”

“Bakugou.” A storm brews mightily in his irises and you can taste the salt of the spray, feel the ocean beckoning you home.

Your release from the cage is so close to the touch, the hilt of the sword dealing the victory blow to your freedom held by him.

You smile, wide, and true, and lustful for blood. “A fitting name for a God.”

It comes as no great surprise when the mortal appears at your temple a few weeks later. He is limping through marbled halls and dripping with blood, the key to your cage held in his hands. Your husband's severed head held by his bloodied and mangled fingers, a wicked smile on his face as he beckons you down from the heavens. You find yourself once again, marveling.

And finally, in love.

#im in love with two people being crazy together #love a woman who leads and her man who's her sword #also worth noting when you bring bakugou up to the heavens and declare him god AND husband your father zeus has an aneurysm #you fuck on the throne #let it also be known that katsuki is literally devoted to you bc his PARENTS were devoted to you #his father prayed to you for prosperity as he was trying to swoon a girl he liked #you listened and granted masaru a beautiful wife named mitsuki and now he is eternally devoted #and so is katsuki #yeah he could be patron to athena but his dad likes you so he will too and BOY was daddy right #the end #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha #katsuki x reader #am i back? not really #irda drabbles

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚/𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚

Women who are logical, strategists and one step ahead of the crowd. They’re destined for greatness, whether they want it or not. Some are open-minded, some are witty and some ambitious. They’re the leaders of the group, the ones who take control without meaning to. People admire and look up to them.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑎

𝑂𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑇𝑦𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑙

𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

𝑅ℎ𝑎𝑒𝑛𝑦𝑠 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛

𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛 𝑃𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑒

𝑆𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑛

𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑓𝑓

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jedinerd27 · 2 years

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Random thoughts for The Moon and the Stars

Athena: So... this is my avatar*holds up reader*

Reader: Hello... want to know an itemized list of witchcraft symbols found in medieval churches?

greek Pantheon: By us there is another!!

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Khonshu: You’re not good enough for my avatar, and I don't want you around them

Reader: *clears throat* 🎵why don't you give me another chance?🎵

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Thena the Eternal: *Staritng at reader*

Reader: *Stares back, summoning a spear*

Thena: I like this one... another!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Reader: do you think I could fit 15 marshmallow sin my mouth?

Steve: Luv, don't

Athena: *sighing as she can't control her avatar*

Marc and Khonshu: you're a hazard to society

Jake: and a coward, do 20!

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While you and Khonsu are in the background discussing something

Athena*Staring down at Steven*: She likes you

Steven: um what?

Athena: AH idiots in love

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Steven: You are beuttiful love

Reader: Ah thanks

Steven: more beutiful than Aphro-

Reader: If you finish that sentence we are going to be smited*holds up spear*

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Marc: why are you on the ground crying?

Reader: Patroclus, only when in Achilles armour, has the epithet of Dios. It means Godlike!! They were both imagines of the gods on earth! Achilles was teh son of a godess! When he is god like, Pat, it's when he dies!! Achilles after that lost his humanity to avenge Pat, Pat was his humanity! By losing him, he lost his humanity *Ugly sobbing*

Steven Now fronting: *Starts to cry* love why!!

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Din: Break my sister's heart *Holds up a knife* and I'll kill you

Steven: Right, got it, totally under stand... can you please put the knife down

Marc suddenly fronting: That's a tiny knife

Din: *Stabs him in the thigh, walks away*

Steven in a reflection: You and your big mouth

#Steven grant x reader #Marc Spector x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant #Marc Spector #mcu #eternals #Athena #thena #khonshu #jake lockley #marvel comics

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nandobatista-blog · 2 years

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Thena. 😍

#mcu #the eternals #thena #angelina jolie #marvel #eternals #hollywood #athena

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deathsbecome · 3 months

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the main thing that stops me from making a pj.o verse is not that im not watching the new show but that i go on an eternal cycle of what parent she'd have

#goes in an eternal hephaestus apollo demeter athena loop lmao #a visor for a visor (ooc)

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masschase · 1 year

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Rules: List 5 comfort characters and tag at least 5 people

Tagged by @allthekingsmenonthehorizon and I guess @shelovestobite now too since I had this sat in drafts 😂

ONLY FIVE? *chews fingernails to the bone*

1. Yoshiya Kiryu/Joshua (The World Ends With You) One of the most gay coded characters ever and JoshNeku was the first ship I ever wrote fanfic about.

2. L (Death Note) Just L, idk what to say. The dynamic between his successors is something I've written about way more than L himself but this lil weirdo captured my heart first.

3. Athena (Borderlands) Ohh this was a tough one, Borderlands is just my comfort series overall especially 2 and there are so many good characters that I don't really have one who I'm super drawn to above the others. I mean the character I probably relate to the most is Tannis but I wouldn't say I find comfort in her as such, and then there's Tiny Tina and Handsome Jack who are some of my all time favourites. But Athena is just... beautiful character design, fun to play as, canonically lesbian, badass but a little socially awkward ❤

4. Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) Academy) I got into TUA from the series rather than the comics and ep 1 I was like ooh this is the kooky guy that we're all supposed to love and then post-Vietnam I was like "shit i guess that includes me". Most fuckable on this list.

5. Matt Miller (Saints Row) I mean you'd all be weirded out if I didn't list him right? The whys would be an entire post and at some point I suspect they will be.

He gets more gifs bc this is a mostly-SR blog 😅

I know this is a cop out BUT IF YOU SEE THIS AND WANT TO DO IT CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED ;)

#tagged games #multiple blorblings #twewy #joshua kiryu #death note #l lawliet #borderlands #athena #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #saints row #matt miller #i could have also said the eleventh doctor /falsetto from eternal sonata/n harmonia from pokemon/harley quinn/chell/ramona flowers/sheik #a lot of characters give me comfort

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magic-is-something-we-create · 9 months

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Have you ever had an oc survive any plans/ drafts where they were supposed to have died? what did you do instead?

hi!! thank you for stopping by <3

I have!! In the original trajectory for TMS (like, the trajectory I started in... 2014? that's multiple versions behind us now), Ember's youngest sister, Oak, was supposed to die. That's no longer in the plan, and she's a much more important player in the latter half of the series!

#a&a #please note that the version where she died was uh. before the Eternals were a thing.#and when arthur/whatever his name was before arthur was a villain.#and it was all about a war between ehlves and humans.#again. the version in my head from when i was 12-14.#talking with: athena

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getupthestairs · 11 months

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no i. i need to play dual destinies. its been 10 years i cant just replay aa1 AGAIN

#the eternal struggle #IM GONNA PLAY IT I SWEAR. IM GONNA LEARN ALL ABOUT MISS ATHENA AND MR BLACKQUILL. JUST. LATER #alastop #ace attorney #aa #aa5 #aa1

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todoslosdiasdemivida · 2 years

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[ AKA – THE MUSE LIST ]

GABRIEL REYES // CODENAME: REAPER

Police officer turned soldier turned Overwatch turned Talon. Reyes has served many roles, though until recent years, it was almost always done with the idea that what he was doing was for the greater good. His experiences over the years left him jaded and, eventually, a changed man in more ways than one. Kept alive only by the experiments of Moira, a former Blackwatch member as well, Reyes has a much darker and fatalistic view of the world now than he once possessed. Violence is the only code that the world respects, not honor.

TEKHARTHA ZENYATTA

A wandering monk who wishes to see the world at peace. In his travels, Zenyatta has crossed paths with many over the years who found that they were not the same afterwards, among them Shimada Genji and Satya Vaswani. Whether human or omnic, Zenyatta will protect any in need of aid and give guidance to those who are lost, seeking and creating connections with all of those around him in his quest to assist in healing the world.

SST LABORATORIES SIEGE AUTOMATON BASTION MODEL E54 // CODENAME: BASTION

When first created, Bastion units were meant to help offer protection, however, during the crisis, they became the bulk of the omnic armies. In the aftermath of the conflict, most of the units were destroyed or dissembled… this particular unit being an exception as he had been damaged before he could even truly reach his objective and left him dormant. Once awakened a decade afterwards by a little bird, Bastion does not wish for violence or to resume his old programming. He wishes merely to live in peace, currently keeping the company of his little bird friend and of Torbjörn and his family.

Ramona Martina Castillo Reyes

A former military helicopter pilot, Ramona––in civilian life mostly going by Martina––is no stranger to the rush of battle and the steady nerves needed to maintain. She met her future husband Gabriel Reyes in the military and the two hit it off right away. Following the end of her enlistment, she left, though she continued a close relationship with Gabriel that led to marriage after the end of the Omnic Crisis and then to the birth of their son. Peace never seems to last, however. With the death of her husband––despite following an already strained period in their marriage––Ramona was devastated, but continued on with her life, now carrying the role of single mother. Despite her husband’s disillusionment and her own somewhat jaded views, at her core Ramona still wants to believe in a world where hers and Gabriel’s son can enjoy the peace, justice, and safety for which they both fought.

ABIGAIL “ABBY” DEKKER

Once a soldier, shrapnel from a blast left her with an incomplete spinal injury at the L4 part of her spine, medically retiring her and leaving her struggling to come to terms with what had happened and what it would mean for her life. The following years were unpleasant, between the recovery, physical therapy, and coping with the understanding that nothing she could do would improve her condition. Not wishing to remain wheelchair bound, when the opportunity arose she took part in several cutting edge attempts to create implants that would convey the signals that the damaged nerves could not, and, eventually, they were successful. With more physical therapy and hard work, she regained the ability to walk and to move as she once did, though it has not been without its cost. A sharp sense of humor and love of life retained––or perhaps recovered––despite it all, Abby lives each day like her last, doing everything she can for her community and those around her, including throwing herself into the middle of a crisis if necessary to protect those around her, which is, consequently, how she met Genji. Once a soldier, always a soldier.

ATHENA

Originally an AI computer system created by Mina Liao, Athena developed her own personality and interests over the years, including a fascination with all things human. Taken in by Winston following the disbandment of Overwatch, she aided him with his various experiments as well as seeing to it that he was healthy. Very straightforward and logical, she reminded him of the Petras Act when he wished to act in the midst of the chaos and turmoil going on in the world, dissuading him from reactivating Overwatch as it would make him a criminal. Following an attack on their base, no further objections were given and she sent out his call to all (former) agents of Overwatch. Someone needs to do something! Both due to her fascination with humans and her own desire to do more––largely fostered by Winston––at her request, Winston began a project in conjunction with other scientists to build upon the Echo project and previous works with prosthetics to create a body for Athena, made to look more natural by a network of projectors that mask the more robotic aspects of her body. The project was a success and she now works alongside the heroes she has watched over and cared for all these years. Largely still coordinating efforts and dealing with information, she does occasionally venture into the field with the others where her knowledge and continued connection to the network makes her a valuable tactician and strategist.

[ For Shimada Genji and/or Hanzo, follow my sideblog to this one: @ataleoftwodragons ]

#|| out of chaos || { ooc }#|| someone has to do something! || { about the muses }#|| afraid she'd kill you? / be surprised if she didn't || { about ramona }#|| her idea of 'help from above' is a sniper on the roof || { about abby }#|| what does it mean to be human? || { about athena }#|| that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger || { about reyes / reaper }#|| form is temporary; the spirit is eternal || { about zenyatta }#|| [ friendly beeping ] || { about bastion }#long post #// apologies but I couldn't get this to correctly format for an actual page #// so this will be the page instead.

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xvivinx · 2 years

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