Harry was twenty years old when he first
saw the blue room. Yet nothing had changed.
Three years on, nothing had changed.
It came from nowhere. It wasn’t like he had a sudden change of lifestyle. It
wasn’t like anything tragic happened. Everything was as it always was.
It just happened.
So I still exist. Sometimes. I swear. AND TODAY I’VE RESURFACED TO DRAG YOU ALL BACK INTO THE PAIN AND SUFFERING I’M HAVING OVER MERCY /UGLY SOBBING
I’ve never mentioned it, but I’m a Mercy main. And this woman is so important to me. Lord. And since I didn’t have a Valentine this year, enjoy some Mercy feels.
I’m so sorry. (Listen to this to make it hurt even more)
Mercy dies. Now we may all see this as a common thing in-game, but canonly, Mercy has never fallen. Not once. For who would ever be there to bring her back again?
She is always at her most vulnerable when flying in to declare that ‘heroes never die’, and she knows this, knows the stakes are too high and the environment too hostile, but she does it anyway.
Her significant other is the last soul she ever saves–imagine this to be who you will, I refuse to drag the ship war into this post–and their horrified face is burned into her retinas before everything goes dark.
Every person who has ever been revived by Mercy has received a golden scar in place of the killing blow. Some team mates are covered in flawless gold more than others, but in their hearts they all know they carry a piece of her with them.
Until she falls. The moment the life leaves her eyes, those glimmering blessings fade into dark knots of scar tissue. Dull, just like the world has become without her in it. The only one that retains its glow is a piercing mark above her significant other’s heart, brought on by the most lethal blow of all–losing her.
Hundreds are in attendance for her funeral. All of them come baring stories of her compassion, of seeing her brilliant wings and a smile on her lips as the pain faded away, as the darkness fled and breath returned to once still lungs. So many of them keep glancing down at various scars, as if still in disbelief that the light behind them is gone. That she is gone.
As the skies open up and her body is lowered into the soil, the heavens weep for the woman who showed mercy one last time.
another theme I don’t think I should be participating in; the last time I did anything that could be mistaken as productive was probably in sixth grade
but, hey, at least I have a decent duolingo streak
A continuation of this that I didn’t think I’d actually do but…here it is anyway. Again, Blackmadhi, with implied past Blackbright/Phantomquill and a lot of focus on Simon’s mental state. Deals once again with Simon’s PTSD and includes descriptions of a panic attack. Approx. 2600 words.
that first night, Simon would be lying if he said that things hadn’t gotten
better with Nahyuta within the next couple of days.
investigation seemed to run smoother, and even though they still bickered some,
it was mostly teasing, and the two prosecutors would smile at each other after
delivering some half-hearted insults.
Yes, once in a while they would actually get frustrated, but that was
mostly due to the contrasts in their personalities. Luckily, it would not really last.
was even able to find a local restaurant that specialized in Japanese food, and
surprised Simon with that one evening, which had made him smile rather happily
instead of just giving one of his trademark sly smirks. He could have sworn he saw Nahyuta’s cheeks
tinge pink after that, but perhaps he had just imagined it, because the foreign
prosecutor had turned his face away.
the nights had gotten a little bit better, if only because Nahyuta had been
able to drag him out of his nightmares almost as quickly as they began. Each time he slept, as soon as Fulbright’s
face materialized in his mind, Nahyuta was gently shaking Simon awake. It was poetic, Simon couldn’t help but
think…when Fulbright’s face – only existing in his unconscious thoughts –
disappeared and Nahyuta’s took its place.
At times, Simon had felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch the
other prosecutor’s features…his cheeks, his hair, his lips…if only because
Simon wanted to make sure that he was real.
isco fans are so annoying fuck off hes nowhere near the best player in the world (messi)
hey messi, im sorry marco verratti would even assume playing against isco was harder than you, wHO the fUCK does he think he is???? doesn’t he know u r el d10s ?? hasn’t he sEEn ur sTELLAR performances these past few games ??? does his dumbass kno there nO Way players lose their form while others gain their peak??? and most of all doesnt he KNOW making jokes like this is jus rude??? exaggerating isco’s talent is jus disrespectful and having fun is illegal!!!! it’s fucking crazy, i know (zara)