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[starpiper3]

Love Make the Heart Grow Weaker

A crack of lightning ripped through the air in front of Soldier 76, the boom followed not too long after the strike. Soldier 76 growled as he only good jacket continued to soak in the rain. He was almost back to his home base, well, if he could even call it that. It was an old run down building that had been bombed not too long ago. Sad rusting metal was bent in ways it shouldn't be and some were even split in half. The concrete that surrounded the metal had been dimpled from the elements of the world, leaving the walls to sag around him.

The attack happened so fast, no one was prepared for it. Members of a group that went by the name of Talon were ruthless and unforgiving on the small town. No body knew what they wanted, or if what they wanted was even there. He growled at the thought of all of the families he had to help bring to safety, how many bodies he had to help unbury, and how many lives were lost. He helped with it all, yet he didn't know why he did.

After all of the hiding and lurking, he finally gave in to his commander side of things. He knew he needed to help, in any way he could. After all, he lost everything, it wasn't fair for other people to lose everything as well. Before the fall of overwatch, he had it all. A high rank, a great body shape, all the friends he could possibly want and a beautiful-

“Angela,” He whispered under his breath. The thought of his love made his body crumble beneath him. Oh how he missed her so. Out of all the things he had during his reign in Overwatch, she was the one thing he missed the most. How her beautiful eyes glimmered with happiness at the sight of a child taking its first steps, or when a patient was all healed and ready to go, thanks to her handy work. Or even when he did the silliest things around her or, in his words, try to be a manly man. The way her hair flowed ever so gently over her shoulders. It was just long enough to make it past her collar bones. The blond had seemed to take over his life with her shining personality.

He had never loved anyone more than he loved her, and killed him to say so.

The ground beneath him had turned to mud, covering his newly shined steel toed boots. This only seemed to worsen his mood. The rain kept pelting down on him and the wind was unforgiving on the lone soldier. Even thought he wasn't exactly seen as a bad guy, he still felt like one, for he was the cause of Overwatch’s downfall...

All of the people he saved in this city after it was bombed were sent off to a much safer part of the land. But for him? He chose to stay behind. Although he didn't know what the enemy wanted, he knew for a fact that they would come back. And when they did, boy would they have a grand ol’ time messing with the wrong person.

After days upon days of searching and prowling, he still couldn't find any sign of enemy presence. Not that this group was any smarter than a pair of pigs, but they were ruthless, careless and heartless in everything that they did. He scowled under his breath from the thought of what the group had put so many people through. It just wasn’t fair for them.

Suddenly, Soldier’s ears picked up a small cry for help, only, his was no ordinary cry for help. His legs shot into action in search for the victim. No matter who or what it was, he was determined to help. Only when his eyes landed on a pair of blue frightened eyes wedged in between two large slabs of cement, his heart broke. Gingerly removing his glove, he picked up the small little kitten from the ground. By the looks of it, the kitten was female with an orange tabby coat. It cried and cried while shaking in fear.

“You lost little girl?” Soldier asked holding the kitten closer to him. The kitten buried her face into his chest and curled up in hopes of staying warm. Soldier sighed. Now that he had found the kitten, there was no way he could leave her here.

“Come on, lets get you home and dried up.”

The rest of his walk to his little cove he called ‘home’ was longer than he thought it would be. Half way through their walk, he unzipped his jacked and placed the kitten inside to keep her warm. Falling asleep almost immediately, he  knew she must have been crying for a long time.

“I’ve got you in my sights,” he grunted as he climbed over more war torn buildings. His base was finally in his line of sight.

Finally stepping out of the rain and into the sheltered environment, he released the kitten from his jacket before taking his soaked clothes off all together. In the corner of the small room was his so called sleeping area, which held a blanket, a mix of torn fabric and a makeshift pillow.

The kitten, which was shaking from the cold once again, was still covered in a layer of dirt and soaked mud. It mewed weakly and looked up at soldier once more, as if she was unhappy to be covered in dirt. Soldier sighed and picked the kitten up to the small sink that managed to survive the attack. He turned the faucet on and began to wash the kitten.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry, I know its cold water,” he said apologetically, “but you want to be clean don’t ya?” The kitten didn't seem understand and took the cold bath as a term for torture instead.

Working as fast as he could, he managed to wash, dry, and warm the kitten within a couple minuets. Placing the kitten in his shirt against his chest, he then proceeded to cover himself with the only blanket that he had to insure the kitten’s warmth. The rainfall had finally stopped and the night finally settled in.

A cool breeze invaded the small area. On a normal night, it would leave him to shiver and fight for warmth, only tonight was anything but normal. With the kitten snuggled up against him, he seemed to be just fine. As hard as it was for Soldier to admit it, he really did enjoy the kittens company.

“Gotta keep you safe little kitten... gotta get you to safety...”

When morning finally came, the sun wasn't what woke Soldier up. The sounds of a crying, hungry kitten was the only thing that seemed to ring in his ear.

“Ok ok ok little one, let me see what I even have.” He chuckled as he stood up. The kitten, which was now waddling around on the ground, followed him every where he went, as if she were interested in learning about the world she was in.

“Alright, we have some water aaaannnd.... hm..” what do kittens eat other than meat and milk? He thought to himself. Technically they can and will eat anything, but thats not always the best for them. Soldier hemmed and haa-ed about what to feed the kitten.

“You know what? Why don’t we go on a search for something. Yeah?” The kitten only mewed louder.

He took that as a yes.

As he began to get dressed, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of the little kitten rolling around and just being so gosh darn cute. He knew if he got attached, it would only hold him back, but the nearest civilization was miles away. He knew he would have to make the journey, therefore he declared that it would be the next day, seeing as the two had already burned so much daylight.

“Ok you little peanut...” He paused as he placed her in his jacket.

Peanut...

The word seemed to put him into a deep thought. It seemed to be the perfect name for her. Only he wondered.... She would hold him back, yet it already reminded him so much of his love....

Soldier decided to put his foot down and finally give himself some slack.

“How'd you like to be my little companion?” He asked the kitten. The question only made her mew longer, not to mention louder. Laying her head against his chest with a slight tilt, he took her answer as a yes, “then I gotta give you a name. How about Peanut?”

The kitten refused to answer.

“Peas for short?” He tried. After all, peanuts were his favorite snack. The kitten then proceeded to yawn and snuggle into him, “okay then Peanut it is.”

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Their walk around the debris was tough but manageable for Soldier. He didn't mind walking around if it meant protecting the little gift the world had given him.

“Alright Peanut, here we are.” He said as he entered a run down store that was effected by the attack. The owner of the store was said to have passed, leaving Soldier feeling a little guilty, but at the same time, this was just what he needed to live until the enemy team decided to personally raid the run down area. Even though he still didn't find what they were looking for or even know what they wanted, it was still his job to take them out once and for all.

The sound of glass being crushed beneath his shoes echoed in the abandoned store. The only source of light came from outside of the store, all the lights inside were blown. Proceeding with caution, Soldier walked into the store. Fresh produce was scattered along the ground, some even began to rot. Graciously pulling a heavy duty flash light from his pocket, he scanned the store in hopes of finding some kind of food for the kitten.

“Let’s see here, milk maybe? No, the milk would probably be bad by now, but what about...” he trailed off as his eyes landed on a sign that read ‘cat food’, “maybe we’ll find something for you there.” Even though he knew that the kitten was far too young to eat any sort of cat food, he still had to try. Once he reached the isle, he became overwhelmed.

Bags of food were scattered all across the floor along with cat kibble decorating the floor like snow. Cans were busted open and laying messily on the ground. Trying to find what he was looking for would be quite stressful. In the end, he thought that it would be best to start looking right away.

As he looked at shelf after shelf, he began to give up hope. Feeding Peanut things her body wasn't ready for could be fatal and he knew it, yet, if she didn’t eat anything at all, she would perish much faster. Soldier decided to give it a shot.

“Alright Peas... Peas?” His heart fell at the sight of little Peanut. Weak and limp in his jacket, eyes barely open. The sadness Peanut bared seemed to seer his heart. He’s heard of what people call, ‘the last hurrah’. Where hours before death, a person or animal would regain all their bodily functions perfectly without fail. Of course, the speed and mobility weren't fast, but they were still manageable. He worried for little Peanut. She couldn't have used the last of her energy to cry for help, or snuggle into him the way she did.

It began to dawn on Soldier that he truly didn't know the last time she had eaten. It could've been hours, days or even weeks. She had to make it, she just had to. Looking at the can of adult cat food, he knew that there had to be something else, something that little Peanut could eat. With his heart pounding in his chest, he was determined to find something better.

Tearing through the shelves of cat food, throwing everything aside, he finally found it. The last can of wet food for kittens. A smile broke out on his face and tears swelled in his eyes. Maybe he really was good for something after all. He proceeded to make a small area on the ground for her to eat as well as look for a tiny bow to put the mush into. Grabbing the nearest bowl he could, he opened the can and dumped its contents into it the best he could.

“Alright Peas, come on, you can do it.” He chanted as he drew Peanut from the inside of his jacket. Her body felt limp and weak, but he was determined to save her. Placing her on the ground, he realized that eating would be something she wouldn’t be able to do on her own. The minuet her legs hit the ground, her body fell over, “I’ll help you Peas, I will,” He sat down with her and placed the flash light on the ground illuminating the small area. Using his finger to scoop some of the food onto his finger, he held his hand in front of Peanuts mouth. Slowly but surely, Peanut figured out that the food was in the bowl. Finding the strength to stand up, she placed her head in the bowl and began to eat away.

Relived, he sat back and watched her eat till her hearts content. But as he sat, he noticed a messy rack of collars at the end of the isle. Once he was sure that she wasn't going to go anywhere, he stood up and walked over to the rack. Collars of all colors, shape and sizes sat before him. One of which was leather with a piece of metal embedded into it. He smiled to himself and walked back over to Peanut.

“I found a cute collar for you Peas, I hope you like it.” Peanut looked up at him as he used a nail he found on the ground to scratch the name ‘PEANUT’ and ‘belongs to: Jack Morrison’ into the metal. He gently placed the collar around her neck and stood back admiring his work.

Oh how he loved her, then again, Angela would’ve loved her even more. She always had a way with cats, especially the orange tabbys. Researchers say that 90% of orange tabby cats are male, but Peanut seemed to be the acceptation.

“Welcome to the squad Peanut.”

A week passed since their discovery of the small store. Every day since, Peanut had been growing bigger and stronger. She was finally able to walk on her own around their living area (although Soldier would never let her walk when they went on their scavengers.) It was still unbelievable to him that he let little Peanut wiggle into his stone cold heart. The thought of letting her go was just too much for him to bare. She reminded him so much of Angela it hurt. She loved cats so much. Any cat was an instant friend to her and the orange tabbies seemed to be her favorite. Oh if only she could meet you and spoil you with her kisses. Soldier thought.

Peanut looked up at him and mewed at him as she pushed her food bowl towards him.

“Done already? Wow Peas, you're developing quite the appetite,” She cocked her head at him, as if she pretended to not know what he was taking about, “ah you little rascal.” He ruffled her fur and rubbed her ears a bit. Looking at his watch, he noticed that it was nearing time to go on their daily perimeter check.

Without wasting much time, he threw on the little side bag he had found and placed Peanut into the bag. Soldier then continued to pile on the rest of his gear on. He packed some snacks in the same bag as Peanut, just incase either of them needed some energy for later. Along with Peanuts food, he packed two bowls for him to use when she was hungry. Since she ate like a hog, meaning two to three meals a day, her second meal would be during their walk. Last but not least, he filled up his water bottle. Using her little hind legs to stand on the water bottle he had put in the bag, she placed her paws on the lip of the bag, letting her head poke out so she could look around.

“Alright, lets move out soldier.” He said as he stepped out of his little homey space.

The sun shone brightly and beat down on Soldier and Peanut. Most days, he would hate his walks. Like the day he found Peanut. It was cold, rainy and windy. Not exactly his forte. Yet the days where the sun was blistering down his back were not any better. But today, as the sun shone bright in the sky, he, for once, didn't mind.

Once they got half way through their walk, he decided to take a break. Walking over 20 miles a day wasn't any light work. He set his gear down in a shady place for them to rest in. Letting Peanut out of the bag, he couldn't help but wonder when the attacking team would come. It had been days now, what were they waiting for?

Soldier shook the thought from his head and continued to eat the snacks he had packed. Looking over at Peanut eating happily, he couldn't help but think of his past team. Yeah, sure, Peanut was on his team now, but his original team still held a special place in his heart. Especially Angela.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips. He knew he would never see his angel again-

Meeeerrow? Peanut meowed looking up at Solider. He looked down at her and smiled. It was then he realized that maybe he needed to move on from Angela, maybe he needed to put his love for her behind him in order for him to move on. It was a tough thought for him to think of, but he would have to face it sometime in his life. Although the picture of her in his mind was crystal clear, he would some how have to blur it the first chance that he got. He couldn't let the thought of her get in his way anymore.

He took a deep breath as he stroked peanut’s fur. Maybe Peanut was all he needed. A smile bore through his face as he looked down at her. It must've been destiny that brought them together-

The sound of a bomb going off took Soldiers attention off of Peanut.

That’s the que I’ve been waiting for.

Soldier jumped to his feet and loaded his gear. He couldn't waist any more precious time. As the amount of items before him decreased, he was soon left with one more item in front of him.

Peanut.

God, he knew she was going to hold him back, but now that they were this close and so dearly attached to each other? Sirens kept going off in his brain, indicating that he needed to go, he needed to finally take the members of Talon out once and for all. Yet, for what cost? He had just gained back all he had lost from just a tiny little kitten...

Fuck. It. Learn to stop being such a weakling and move on!

He said to himself before darting off towards the center of battle, leaving Peanut crying for him as he moved further and further away. Soldiers heart broke as he ran, but his legs kept moving him forwards. This was the end for them.

This would be her first time back out on the battle field since Jack had died. She didn't know if she would be able to do it. Her grip on her staff tightened as a thin layer of sweat dripped down her forehead.

“You ok there doc?” Winston asked. He and the team were more than concerned for her and her wellbeing. War was a sensitive topic around her since they told her about the news.

“Oh, yes, I’ll be ok.” 

“You know you don't have to participate in the cross fire if you don't want. I know it was your choice to come but it’s still your choice whether to shoot for not.”

“Thank you Winston, I really do appreciate it,” She gave a slight smile towards her fellow team mate and looked out the window as the chopper proceeded to grow closer and closer the ground. She swallowed as the chopper landed. It wasn't their big chopper, since only a quarter of the team was going in. Once they received news on the landing of a Talon chopper, containing about 4-5 people, they immediately boarded their fastest helicopter and took off right away.

Mercy, as always, thought that they were moving too fast and that they should take a moment to think about the situation at hand, but the rest of the team disagreed with her. The group had been harassing the small city for too long. They needed to put an end to the harassment. 

The group piled out of the small area and hustled to the coordinates Pharah was sending to them back at the base. Updating their movement every minuet of the mission. They were moving fast, but not fast enough.

“Winston do you copy?” Phara’s voice rang thought his ear piece.

“This is Winston, what seems to be the need for attention?”

“Well, before the team left, there were only 5 members of Talon.”

“And?” He pressed.

“Well, now theres a straggling sixth.”

“Why would that be concerning to us?” He questioned.

“It seems to me that they’re going rouge. Our radar picked up their vitals after you guys had left. It seems to be that they have been on the outer edge of the city this entire time. He was moving towards the group of Talon members, but now it looks like he's heading back to the place we located him in.”

“That’s strange,” He commented. The team had come to a halt in confusion as to what was going on, “you said they’re heading back to his original location, away from the Talon group?”

“Affirmative.”

“Well keep an out for them and keep us updated. If there are any signs that they’re with Talon let us know ok?”

“Will do sir.”

“Alright team, lets move out!” Winston ordered. The team followed behind him, yet Mercy was tailing at the end of the line. As she followed them, she still wasn't sure if she was truly up for this. Of course she knew that she would be able to be protected from the crossfire, but the mere thought of being around the explosions and the flying debris just seemed like a lot.

As she looked up from the ground, she realized that she had fallen further behind than she thought. This left her alone with no one in sight. She was lost and alone. The grip she had on her staff tightened as she tip toed further in the direction she thought the rest of the team had went in. The grinding sound her teeth were making against each other seemed to comfort her just a little bit, enough to keep her legs moving. Her legs began to move faster and faster as the adrenalin coursed through her veins. 

Only minuets later did she heard the gun shots and the bombs that went off. They were not too far away from her. Her wings allowed her to glide over to the sounds as fast as possible. The only problem that was now in her way was that she had no clue where her team was. She could be flying right into the enemy’s trap. Thinking hastily, she flew on until she was as close as she thought she could get without getting in between the cross fire.

Arms shaking and body tense, she decided that she needed to move on, man up, and forget about the past. No more Jack or Gabe to hold her back now. It was just her and her caduceus blaster. She laid her staff on the ground where she stood and pulled her blaster out. A loud gun shot roared from the area next to her. Now was her time to shine. 

Darting out from behind the large concrete wall that was giving her cover, she shot blindly in towards the area of the sound. Squeezing her eyes shut, three rounds exploded from her blaster. Her eyes opened on the last shot. The ammunition just nicked the corner of the mans visor, allowing the front of the mask to shatter into pieces under the intense pressure. He cried out in pain and stumbled backwards before falling on his back, his hands covering a very small part of his chest as he did. 

She had done it. She had hit the enemy! And all it took was-

Even from across the land scape, she would recognize that face anywhere. 

What have I done?

Snarky voices rang out in the air.

“His by his own team mate. What a shame!” The voice laughed. Several others were followed by the remark. “He thought he could stop us solo. Looks like he's one less person we have to worry about.” Their snickers continued until they were no longer in hearing range. Mercy’s heart broke. Her legs carried her forwards towards the man, it soon turned into a sprint.

What. Have. I. Done.

She repeated again. Falling to her knees next to him, her hand gently caressed his face. It was old and weary, aged and worn. The damage had been done to what once was a young solider.

“Jack?” Her voice cracked.

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His sole focus was on the enemy. 

Talon had finally arrived for their final fight. Today would be the day he finally took these guys out. Oh how he waited so long for this day. His hand was firmly wrapped around his pulse riffle and he was ready to fire at any moment. Not two seconds later did he see the reckless group of people walking towards him. They were right out and in the open. Perfect shots.

There was movement in his jacket reminding him to keep a good half of his body hidden from any shots that came his way. Not only was his job to protect, but it was also to attack. He grunted as he prepared to fire at the mass that was heading towards him.

The men suddenly scattered and hid behind all the walls they could thrown soldier off guard. They couldn't have known where he was or where he was located. He was hidden, it was impossible! 

The firing had suddenly started and soldier was more than ready to take these men down. Peeking around the corner, he slowly located where each enemy had hidden. Any second now, one would peek out of their hiding spot and-

POW POW POW!

Three shots buried them selves into three different cement walls. He missed? He was stunned by his mistake and proceeded to keep himself covered. He couldn't risk getting hurt.

Try again. 

He thought to himself. Giving himself the time to lock onto three more targets, he prepared himself to pull the trigger once more. The squirm in his jacket made him shift at the last moment before he pulled the trigger.

POW POW POW!

Again, all three shots hit the walls around the men. What is up with me today? He questioned as he prepared to take his next shot.

Thats when he saw her.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw her. A radiant yellow glow surrounded her and wings sprouted from her back. God has she changed. She no longer wore the deep blue combat suit she made way back before the fall. A glowing halo sat upon her head instead of her little white medic hat. A full valkyrie suit covered her body, the one she went on and on about wanting to make.

“It’ll keep me even more protected than I already am!” She would exclaim when they went on their daily walks. And god did it do the job. But even after all these years, he still managed to recognize her beautiful face where ever she was.

Oh how he just wanted to-

POW POW POW!

A sudden pain grew in his chest and his stomach along with a shattering noise coming from the cracking of his mask. He didn’t expect it to end like this, not after all he had gone through. The sun glared on his naked face as he stumbled back on to the ground. Before he could hit the ground, he wrapped his arms around his right side of his body, making sure that nothing would be injured after the fall.

The sleepiness soon settled for the fallen soldier. His vision became blurred. Even with Mercy as a healer, he doubted that she would even think of helping him, let alone healing him. The clouds above him spun round and round as his jacket squirmed once more.

The sound of feet hitting gravel entered his ears and into his brain, allowing him to process that someone was approaching him. Mercy’s knees hit the ground so hard she thought she broke her knee caps.

“Jack?” Her voice wavered. Heart broken and shaken to the bone, she was clueless as to what she was going to do.

“Angela?” His voice was weak and he was fading fast, she must've hit something important.

Like my lungs and stomach? He thought to himself as he coughed up blood. Yup, that’ll do the trick.

“Jack!” She screamed frantically. His breathing became shortened and his movements were slow, “I am so sorry, I-I didn't know, I-I didn't mean to..” She trailed off as heavy sobs raked through her body. How could she have let this happen? How? All because of her stupid thoughts and feelings got in the way. How dare she let this happen. She had just gotten him back and for what? Just to lose him again. This was all her fault, and she would never forgive herself for this.

Jack tried to shush her and calm her down, which finally pulled her back into their reality. It finally struck her that he needed help.

“I can fix you up, I can heal you!” She exclaimed as she rapidly unzipped his jacket, only then did it dawn on her that she had left her staff somewhere out on the battlefield. Without her staff, she could do nothing. Tears raced down her face at an even faster rate. 

 Using all the energy he had, he reached up for her face. Unable to reach all the way, she helped him with the last couple inches.

“Angela?” His voice was now a whisper.

“Yes Jack?” Knowing that these would be his dying words kept her quite.

“Please... take care... of.... Peanut for me.... She was... all I had... all this time... I know... she’ll... love you.... And.. that you’ll love... her too...” He panted out.

Peanut? She questioned to herself.

The second she questioned who peanut was, a tiny furry head popped out from underneath his jacket. It’s tongue lolled out from it’s open mouth and it panted heavily. Mewing with great concern for her owner, she butted her head against his. Soldier wore a goofy silly smile as his other arm struggled to reach up and pet her.

“Be a good girl for Mercy... she already loves you....” He whispered before all life drained from his eyes. Peanut sniffed his face again as she realized that something was wrong. She licked his skin once more before starting a mewing fit. Panic flowed through her body as she tried to wake her father figure up. Only there was no use. In the middle of one of her cries, she looked over to find a blond girl crying heavily as well. With the thoughts that she was close to her father, she waddled over to her, mewing at her as comfort. Mercy looked down at the panicked little kitten Jack called Peanut.

Tears were more than blurring her vision as they also streamed down her face. Yet through them, she was able to see a little brown collar around her neck.

He was really serious about the kitten. She thought to herself.

Gingerly picking her up and cradling her in her arms, they began to calm each other down. Just the mere presence of something that was important to him made her feel just a little bit more better.

“You're safe now Peanut, you're safe.”

It was the dead of winter and the only sound in the house was the meowing of a very hungry cat.

“Ok ok okkk you goofy little Peanut.” Mercy said as she kneeled down to feed the not so little cat. She had grown an incredible amount since the incident. She was now the only constant in her life. Rubbing her back and scratching behind her ears made Peanut flop on to the ground on her side. Indeed she was getting old, but she was still the same loving kitten she had taken in 10 years ago.

Deciding that she had enough, she stood up on all fours and sauntered over to the couch. Above it was a frame with Jack’s 76 jacket folded neatly inside. Of course, Mercy had it mended and cleaned before hanging it, a symbol that he was always with her. Plus it gave Peanut something to stare at while she was gone at work. She meowed loudly up at the frame and sat down on the couch staring at it. She then began staring at it took. He definitely got one thing right.

They were getting along just fine.

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Oooooookkkkkk. This took me way longer to write than intended because I added a stupid cat.

This is the original prompt that @imlostinatunnel gave me. And boy did I completely stray off the path 

{So 76 has yet to join up with the new Overwatch and is still taking care of things in some war-torn  part of the world.  One of the Overwatch missions takes them to where he is operating, and he unknowingly stumbles upon a seperated Mercy in the middle of a fire fight who shoots him after mistaking him for whoever they are fighting, almost killing him.}

Hahahahahaaaaaa.... Yup almost nothing like it. Plus I know I was pretty weak on the whole Mercy76 side of things but hey, I tried. I became more focused on that stupid cat than anything else. 

Anyways,

Y'all should be seeing an OC from me in another fandom very soon and I feel like I am the only person who is excited because, well to be quite frank, I don't know who else would. (except you @imlostinatunnel, you are the true MVP man and you know it all and her already). But I am pumped and hope that you guys like her.

I will also be straying into other fandoms to write fan fics and try to waddle out of my comfort zone of just writing Mercy76. So fandoms such as Miraculous, Steven Universe, VOLTRON (hint hint) and possibly Miss Kobiashi’s dragon maid or Tokyo Ghoul (probably the last two on my list)

I’m not going to hope for anything because hope makes my heart weaker but, I do hope that you guys end up liking what I have in store.

Again, 

Criticism, comments, messages, always welcome.

My ask box, and now, my submission box is open too. Commission what you’d like through messaging (no charge at all, although there are things to consider that we will talk about)

I hope y'all enjoyed!

Sincerely,

~Starpiper3

[pviane]

Even if Jack Morrison has been confirmed as gay, I won’t stop shipping him with Mercy. Mercy76 has brought me a lot of joy, and many many sweet headcanons and lots of interest for this game, which undoubtedly won’t be as big if it wasn't for it. Not only it made me start shipping at all and love Overwatch’s potential for lore, but it made me meet LOTS of friends. For those friends I’m grateful I ship them.

Don’t take my shipping for this non-canon ship as hate towards the LGBT+ community and an attack to Jack’s sexuality. Ships should be free of constraints dictated by canon. 

This goes to my friends @xavirne, @the-original-chiptooth, @rustyfatgirl, @starpiper3, @begging-for-mercy, @thejenno92, @is-utrumque-paratus, @hourlyb, @distortedpain, @lirain-art, @chiefbasementcreator, @mythicvelocity, @mulletlicker and many many other wonderful Mercy76 (and not only) friends!!!

Let’s continue to be friends, no matter how hard it gets!

[allthem76fanfics]

Allo There!

As I see there are new followers and I havent posted a personal fanfiction, I will remind yall that I do not repost my own work. As a side account of mine, I simply share my work here instead of reposting/reblogging it. Therefore, I will leave the link here and post it in the My Fanfics section of my page (which I have also hyperlinked). 

A note from Starpiper3: The section has been labeled as coming soon for so long, but it is finally here! I hope you all enjoy the first chapter as I swear that chapter two is slowly on its way! Although this series isn't particularly revolved around Mercy76, the ship is still a very important piece of the puzzle.

The Hearts a Heavy Burden

Chapter 1: God Only Takes

https://starpiper3.tumblr.com/post/174010148433/chapter-1-god-only-takes

[imlostinatunnel]

Tagged by @backroad-traveler.Thank you!

Answer 7, Tag 7 as many as you want.

1. Last Movie I Watched: 

The Martian.   

2. Last Song I Listened To: 

Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler

3. Last Book I Read: 

“Ready Player One” by Ernest Cline

4. The Last Thing I Ate: 

Spaghetti with garlic bread. Yum. 

And now I’m hungry again.

5. If I Could Be Anywhere Now, Where Would I Be:

The Overwatch universe probably. If that’s not allowed then anywhere I am welcome... where ever that is. Maybe Canada.

6. Where Would I Time Travel:

Depends on the kind of time travel. If I can take over the body of my past self then 2003. If not, then I think I’m good here. Although, the 1960s would be nice to see The Beatles in person.

7. What Fictional Character Would I Spend The Day With:

(And for today’s hardest question) Ok so I have a list that I’ve banked down to three titles and the people in them, but I can’t bank it down from there. Too hard.

Overwatch Universe: 76, Reinhardt, Mercy, Ana.

Fallout Universe: The one guy who made it out of Vault 11, CVRIE (either Ms. Nanny or Synth form), Piper, Fawkes, ED-E, Dogmeat (Fallout 4 variant).

SOMA Universe: Reed, Cath, Simon.

Tagging: @fandomwanderer, @starpiper3, @halokyte, @sapphireangelbunny It’s not required, but you all can answer them if you’d like!

[roleplay-with-xavi]

Today Was A Fairytale - Mercy76 [Closed RP]

one x one between me (Xavi) and @starpiper3.  This is about Jack and Angela’s first date.  Jack will likely make a fool of himself because, well, it’s Jack xD

He spent a few days reading Yelp reviews to find the perfect place to bring her.  Originally, he thought a restaurant would do nicely.  However, the more he looked into them, the sooner he realized that it was just too traditional.  Every man who'd ever liked a woman always brought her to dinner.  Said man would show off by telling her to order anything off the menu and to not hold back.  When the bill came, he'd effortlessly paid it with a credit card while smiling over at her as, after all, what woman could resist a man with money.

But Angela knew he wasn't rich.  It was an thankless job being the Strike-Commander.  Heh, it was almost like being the President of the United States.  Only, he didn't get a secret service to watch his back.  He had to watch his own back.

Going back and forth with possible options, Jack finally decided to ditch the whole 'eating' thing altogether.  He could always wine and dine her AFTER she agreed to a second--no, third date.  After all, he wanted to wow her.  Dinner wasn't exactly "wow" worthy.

"Ugh," he moaned while tugging on his hair.  An action that didn't go unnoticed from the woman sitting across from him.  He was early to a meeting and so was she.

"Date not shaping up?" her coy smirk caused him to squirm.  "Relax, I'm not telling anyone.  But I will tell you to stop worrying.  She'll love anything you do."

He cocked a brow, skeptical to her comments.  "And what makes you think that, Ana?"

"I'm your right-hand woman, Jack.  I know everything."

Nervously, he tugged at his shirt collar.  Was this too casual?  He told her not to wear anything fancy.  Perhaps he should have tried to at least dress up a bit.  But would that have been weird?  He opted to take her on a walk at a park about 2-hours from the base.  It had exactly 4 reviews on Yelp, all of which gave it 5 stars.  This was the 'hidden' park of the state.  And, based on the lack of people wandering around, he realized it was all too true.  But hey, at least they would be alone!  Or was that a bad thing?

That thought caused him to fidget. Maybe he should have picked a restaurant! Or perhaps he should have worn a nicer pair of jeans.  Or a less... well, at least a plaid shirt or something!  But no, he didn't do that.  So there he was, anxiously standing beside a blossoming apple tree in his signature black form-fitting "MORRISON" shirt and a pair of weathered jeans.

Oh yeah, he looked like a real winner.

Not.

Swallowing the lump that had formed for the umpteenth time, he began to pace.  His nerves were getting the best of him again!

What if she was a no show?

What if she forgot!  

What if she thought this whole date in the park thing was dumb?

What if she wore something so breathtaking beautiful that he forgot how to talk!

What if--!!!

[z076]

Get to know me!

I'll share about myself since a few of you have tagged me :) @fandomwanderer @starpiper3 Relationship Status: Been in a relationship for four years with the most wonderful person <3 They don't have a tumblr so I can't tag them, but I'm so grateful for them. Favorite Color: Red. Its just fascinating to me and can symbolize many different emotions. Lipstick or ChapStick: ChapStick. I don't wear lipstick very often. Last song I listened to: Paula Abdul - Straight Up. My secret (and how to win my heart): I'm a sucker for 90s and early 2000s pop/hip hop/R&B music. Last Movie I Watched: Not really a movie I guess, but Dave Chapelle's new specials on Netflix. I don't watch movies very often due to time but I love, love comedy. Top 3 Ships: Mercy76, obviously, from Overwatch; Wranduin (Wrathion and Anduin from World of Warcraft); MariChat (Miraculous Lady Bug; I don't watch it, but I want to. The art of them is just too adorable!) Top 3 Characters: Soldier 76 from Overwatch, Ysera or Deathwing from World of Warcraft, and lastly, Doctor Strange from the Marvel Universe.

[shadowgirl45]

There will be time

There will be time to worry about the future and to worry about the past. For anxiety to creep in and take over your mind and body. For when you can’t take control of you shaking hands and your chattering teeth. When you feel you cant take life’s rude moments anymore. Or maybe when you're lying awake in beed at three o'clock in the morning because you're afraid of what might happen when you fall asleep. Because fear thinks that it controls you every aspect of your life. 

But there will be a time for that.

There will be times where you scream and cry because you can’t take the pain anymore. When you feel like you’re drowning in your own blood and that you suffocate on the air that you breath. That life isn't fair and that it should be for you. Because the realization sets in with time. That the person who hurt you turned a blind eye when you cried and continues to do so. You will feel like there is no hope left in the world.

But, there will be time for that.

Now is not the time.

Now is the time for laughing and learning how to dance in the rain. To face the fear that control your life. To sing your lungs out and your throat sore. For sharing joyous moments with your friends and family. Because these moments will soon mean the world to you one day. When you tie the knot with your other half, your memories willl hold and stay true to you. Because now is the time.

Now is the time, to live.

~Starpiper3

[starpiper3]

Car Crash

The full story will come soon… But I got into a terrible accident yesterday and I am not up to par for story writing at the moment…. Needless to say, if someone was in the passenger side of the car, they would’ve been dead because of our stupid decisions. The driver of the other car (with 6 other people inside) was ok, no one had to go to the hospital (although I almost did… realizing my mistake and have to go with dad tomorrow or tuesday…) But yeah, full story will come with the pictures of my car and possibly a video.

The scariest part? Losing my hearing and having my ear ringing for eternity.

No cops were called, as I found out that one was just coming up the hill of the street we were on and saw us right away. Another car behind the other vehicle stopped and helped, he was an EMT along with the woman who accompanied him in the car. They were all very nice and I only lost it and started sobbing when I went back in the car to get some stuff out and saw the damage that had been done. Theres a space between me and the passenger seat ( a little walk through) and basically, the doors, windows and seat all blew in to the point where I couldnt get the glove box open, let alone reach it, and the passenger seat was right on top of me. (same with the back passenger seat) I sobbed a little harder when I realized that the sweater my BF gave me was covered in glass and I was unable to get it out at first, but determination gave me the strength to pry it out of the dead vans hands. And after just receiving a college care package from my best friends mother, almost none of it could be saved. My other bag was wedged between the driver and passenger seat, there was no hope for getting it. For those who know I bring my panda with me everywhere, I did not have him with me. If I did, he would’ve been covered in glass and I would’ve had to throw him out. He is with me now and very happy he wasn’t in the van as well.  

I was T-boned pretty hard, both cars were going about 55-60 miles per hour when the hit commenced. My little van was thrown 50-75 feet from where I was actually hit. I was air born but not for long. Had I not been wearing my seat belt I would’ve been ejected from the car. My only injuries were pieces of glass in my ass.

“Hello ma’m how are you today?”

“Rattled”

“Are you hurt anywhere? Anything feel painful-”

“I got glass in my butt.”

*Chuckle* “Well then, may I have a look for any stuck pieces?”

Soon… That’s how that conversation went.

The most horrifying thing was the knowing that I was about to get hit. I was ready for the impact and I knew when it was going to come cause I was looking at the god damn Honda Odessy. And you know the silence you hear in movies when a car is just about to be hit? It felt just like that. turned my head away the moment the glass blew in, braced for impact and closed my eyes for only a second. And in that second that my eyes were closed, my brain kinda went:

Brain: “Yeah you’re living through this you fuck-tard”

Me: “Welp, I guess I fucking am”

Gotta love my god damn mind.

When I opened my eyes again, the van was still moving, and the air bags had long been deployed. Glass sprayed my body and it felt like hot pieces of fire stinging my skin, but only cutting mu butt. 

Once I was out of the car, everything was just a blur. 

I remember sitting on the ground sobbing my eyes out alone waiting for my dad to pick me up. I was petrified to see him. I knew he would be so pissed at me and I was down right scared. 

But I will never forget the moment my friend rolled up the the scene and her face when she saw me.

Here I am still a sobbing mess and my friend is in the car with her dad. Her eyes are opened wider than the moon is big and I gave a little wave. They pulled over after going through he stop light and she ran out to me like her life depended on it. She kept saying that she was sorry and that she would stay with me till I didn’t need her anymore. (She basically stayed till my dad got there). But her conversation with her dad in the car went like this:

Dad: “Doesn’t one of your friends drive a white van?”

Friend: “Yeah, Piper does, why-” 

*Looks out the window*

*Sees me*

Friend: “Oh my god dad pull over”

More of my friends came after she had told the friend group what had happened. Made me happy and pissed me off in a way. Like all of you guys care about me only when I am in a life threatening situation. Thanks. But I am glad that they came to help calm me down.

It also took the tow guys over 25 minuets to try and get my van out of the ditch because my wheels had blown and turned in on themselves. It was funny trying to watch them.

Where does it go from here?

Well, no one has to go to court. No tickets were issued and I think it was because it was mainly both of our faults. Insurance is left to battle it our and we get to go to the junk yard to get the rest of our belongings before they take parts off the van, sell the parts, and then crush my 1998 Honda odessy. Oh yeas, she was old. Almost made it to 20 before I fucked everything up. 

I’m telling the entire internet now because I dont see my therapist till wednessday and I just need someone to know other than my father… and because other reasons… but you know. 

Today my body has been bruised beyond belief and my neck is swelled more than ever. Had my seatbelt been any higher, by intestines would be crushed and I may possibly be dead. The only person who got severely hurt was the husbands mother. Whom was not wearing a seat belt. Grrr.. But she is ok and well. We checked in on her. But pictures will be on their way when I can get them, of course not my bruises cause that's too personal. But the car will be like a new model for pictures.  

And I am sorry I just told the entire story without meaning to. I will probably base my personal story on a fanfic some how. Probably Mercy76… or Voltron….. quite possibly Miraculous Lady bug as well….

Ok I am done talking now.

Will be on the low down…. no new fanfics in the making…

Sincerely…

~Starpiper3

[starpiper3]

Weelllllllll.....

Again, now that I might have your attention...

My summer has official started and my graduation is this Saturday. It’s crazy to think about but I’m finally off to college in a couple of months! I’m very excited and now that I’ve made this too long, I probably lost your attention. 

Oh well. 

Anyways.

I have finally made up my mind on how I am going to end my Mercy76 series (after an endless amount of writers block). Yes, the chapter I am working on is the last and final one (singular tear drop). And it may happen to clench your hearts (no hint there what so ever). But no worries, I’m sure I’ll come up with another series for you guys (possibly an AU).

Just an update on my mental health (incase my plans for releasing the last chapter is restricted to weeks when I said it’ll be soon). I am really not in the best place right now and I am struggling to get through hours now. My therapist now requires me to see her once a week (changed from twice a week (my family really doesn't have the kind of money to see her every week but they’re giving a lot for me). It really hasn't been the best. Writing my other books and series (not related to OW and possibly my other fandom families *cough cough* Steven Universe *cough cough*) has definitely gotten my hopes up during the end of my school year. If anyone is willing or interested to check them out, contact me and I’ll give you the deets. Along with my other mental instabilities, I am hoping summer will gradually fix that as well.

Any whoooo.

Thanks for reading (if y'all even got this far)

Stay cool!

~Starpiper3

[starpiper3]

AHHHHHHHH

Ok now that I may possibly have your attention, (to all of my followers)

I am so terribly sorry that I have been MIA for what seems like months now. School has been stressful along with track and have little to no time to do anything when I get home. A result from all this stress is a lack of eating, lack of sleep, lack of literally everything. Like at this point I may as well just be breathing. Not even living just breathing. 

Anyways. I also wanted y'all to know that my inspiration for writing has gone straight down the drain. I’ve lost interest in the only hobby that has managed to keep me sane through out my years of living and it’s not good (coming from my therapist) Plus my cat chewed out my laptop charger so the only computer I’ve got now is the dinosaur in my dads computer room. 

I’ve also been having some mental troubles (no I will not randomly go psycho on someone or murder someone in their sleep, but a more personal mental trouble) My friends and family are doing the best they can to help me right now but nothing seems to be helping nor working. So if I do manage to get something out to you guys and it’s something really sick and twisted (Maybe Chapter 5: saving faith..?) at least you’ll know the status of my brain. 

Lastly, as I start to close in on to summer, I have college to deal with and everything about it is already all sorts of messed up. From the major they put me in to my dorm room and finances and everything else under the sun. (also my mother, whom will never leave me alone will most likely follow me to college because she refuses me to leave her life, even thought that’s what I want. If that doesn't describe my mother I dont know what does. )

So all these things have got me stressed out.

In other words...

If you want some thing from me anything at all, you're gonna have to message me though a social media page. aka, message me on tumblr.

No, I will not snap at you. No, I will not be rude to you (but if you do send me some thing inappropriate, I will be the spawn of satan). No, I will not turn down any requests or questions. But, the one thing I will do, is promise to get back to you as soon as possible :)

P.S. I’m so sorry this was such a long post I swear if I do another one it will not be this long. I promise. Ok? Ok.

Sincerely,

~Starpiper3

[starpiper3]

I’ve been MIA

So, to all of the like, maybe 3 or 4 people out there that actually read what I write, I know I’ve been MIA. The reason for that is because I’ve been so tongue tied with track and homework that I’ve had no time for Tumblr at all. I know, I am guilty of being behind in general because I was the deathly ill last week and had to take my first sick day ever in my high school career. I know, I’m not a skipper. I actually happen to like school (I already know that I’m crazy) 

Anyways. I’ve also been writing some of my personal novel stories (one of which I am co-writing with my boyfriend) so I’ve been on task with other things. I probably won't be able to post anything any time soon. (If so, I have my fingers crossed for this Friday, don’t get your hopes up) Seeing as this Sunday is my birthday and next weekend I have a college visit to RIT. (I’ve been accepted and that’s probably the college I am going to end up going to) The weekend after that I’m with my mother (KILL ME NOW) so I really don’t know when I will have the time to write any of my fanfics.

Also, when I do have some chapters to my other stories, and some people are interested, (I know it won't be a lot but for the small amount that do) I will keep an up date on where I post them. In the mean time, my wattpad has like, one of my good stories up (warning, grammar is horrendous). My tag for that is starpiper3. It most likely won't be there since I am getting out of touch with the way the website works. (If anyone knows of any other website, please don't hesitate to message me.)

Until I get more time on my hands, I hope all of you guys will understand. 

~Starpiper3

[starpiper3]

A Dark Step

Chapter 1

A bitter… bitter taste really, it was all she could ever think about. Just because she was raised and modified to be a part of the omnic faction didn't mean she was any less human… or did it? 

She threw a stone into the small river under the bridge. The rings it left behind soon faded away. It only reminded her about her home life. She had no human to relate to, no human family, siblings, aunts, uncles. There was no one she could relate to. For she was a monster of her own being. 

Another pebble carelessly flew through the air. She wanted nothing more than Overwatch to pay. She wanted them to pay for what they did to her perfect family. For doing everything in their power not help her when she needed them most. They were awful people really, and she hated everything about them. 

They took everything she ever had. The happy little life the omnics had made for her. They all looked after her and treater her as their own. Letting her use her mechanics to explore the base she lived at by creating and intensifying their weapons and armor for battle. Yet, Overwatch gave her no mercy. Her closet, bed, bathroom, mail box, a full fridge, a warm fireplace, her tail, her wings…granted the weren't the best models, but…

She gritted her teeth both from the pain and the cold. How dare they, how dare they. Her tattered shirt was both wet and cold, as the seasons were in the process of changing. There was no where for her to go. Granted, she heard rumors that the Overwatch HQ always had rooms open to the homeless and would grant shelter for the night, yet she couldn't imagine stooping down to their level. 

Just then, footsteps echoed through the small space. A quick breath was brought into her lungs before holding it for a moment. If she had to run, she would, yet staying was also a very dangerous choice, a choice she was willing to make. As she had nothing left to lose, not even her dignity. Wiggling further into the darkness, she watched the three strangers approach the opposite side of the water. A lean figure following a caped figure, or so it seemed. 

Floating..? She questioned, her eyes following the leader of the two. A soft grumble left one of the bodies. Her eyes narrowed. The familiarity of it was all too close to that of the leader of Talon. She heard many stories about them and their kind. How they were even more merciless than Overwatch, how all they did was take. It seemed so cruel to be so, yet they were beyond the destruction that Overwatch caused. They weren’t portrayed as the good guys like Overwatch was. They weren’t seen as peace like Overwatch was. They were a special kind of annihilation. 

“The winged beast was it?” The voice rang out, no doubt in her mind that it belonged to that of Widowmaker, the co-leader of Talon, “How she tried so hard to save what little she had, to fight on the backs of her omnic family. But alas, why should Overwatch care about a little orphan girl and her Omnic people?”

She gritted her teeth as a growl entered her throat. How dare she talk about her family like that! The thought of them going around acting like they were all that really pissed her off. They were everything to her as well as all she had. She had no blood line, as she knew in her heart from long ago that they were killed in the lanky on going war. 

“She used her enhanced abilities to excel herself, making wings and a tail in order to fight back the Overwatch forces. Yet, due to her miscalculations, ended up destroying more of herself than she could bargain.” The man, presumed to be Reaper, leader of Talon, said in a hushed malicious tone. 

“What do you two want?” She barked as she stood from her shadowed corner. Her body shook from the cold, not from fear, for she had concurred much worse than these low life’s. In the frigid air, she didn't have anything more than a tattered t-shirt and a pair of ripped up jean shorts, yet it wouldn't stop her from fighting. She winced when she put weight on her left leg, forgetting that she had slipped and fallen down the concrete stairs a while ago, almost sure that she had fractured her leg in one way or another. 

“Wounded, I see, well there’s really no point in running away anyhow,” Reaper snickered as he floated over to her side of the river. Trying to hold her ground, she pulled her arms up to defend herself, yet the weight her leg was baring quickly became too much. Falling back on her behind, she looked up at the masked man, prepared to protect herself no matter what the cost, “we’re not here to hurt you, only to offer you a fresh start.”

“A fresh start? A fresh start? You really think that I would take up this ‘fresh start’ to the likes of you!”

“He means a second chance at taking down your beloved Overwatch.” Widowmaker whispered, after landing gracefully next to her. 

Her eyes widened and trembled with rage, as if her irises were wound with animosity. “Oh,” she drawled out as if she were on some psychotic drug, “Oh is that what you mean? Is that what you truly mean? Don't you dare lie to me now!” she growled deep in her throat, “Such offers,” she took a breath seething through her teeth, “such offers don't tend to come up so easily from the leader of Talon without a price.”

“We would give you all the resources you'd ever need to get back upon your feet. A room, computers, a bed, a pace to stay. After working for us for a bit, you’ll eventually gain battlefield status. And with that brain of yours,” Widowmaker tapped her forehead gesturing to her bionic enhancements, “ I’m sure the research bit of it will come rather easy.” she said smirking the whole time.

“So what do you say little one?” Reaper asked extending his hand to her.

The thought was exquisite, exciting, ravishing. A second chance to take down her biggest opponent? An offer she couldnt back down on. But…

“Wait, what’s the catch?” She said with a hard glare on her face, “Of course you guys are the actual bad guys, or at least thats how everyone these days sees it. So there must be a catch.”

“No catch little girl-” Widowmaker started.

“I’m 17,” she sneered, “17, no home, no family, no place to go. I’ve made it like this for weeks. So you better not talk to me like I'm some petty little child. That’s rule one for a person of the likes of me.”

“Well then, I see you are a feisty little one. A perfect addition to Talon. With that attitude we will get you going on the field in no time.” Widowmaker snickered, “The only catch, is that you work under the oath of Talon, never giving in to the lies of what Overwatch holds.”

“Bullshit,” she said with a slight smile on her face, “is that really all? You really think, that someone like me would just give in so easily? HA! They’d have to kill me first!” She practically yelled.

“Do you want this life time opportunity or not?” Reaper spit out.

“Well Christ man, hell yes I do.” She said, a venomous feeling running through her veins. Reaper let out a maniacal laugh before asking her name.

“Surely you must have one.”

“The name is Lyra Azrael Ruta, given to me from the leaders of the Omnic faction, and the pleasure is all mine.” She grimaced as she gave a bow, a large demonic smile plastered on her face. Lifting herself back to an upright position, she noticed Reapers hand was extended towards her.

“Well Lyra, welcome to the team.”

“Hey! Who goes there?” A man shouted in the distance, as the three had been spotted by a near by civilian.

“What can I say? Girls got a pair of lungs,” Widowmaker snickered before turning to Reaper, “Shall we?” 

To the man’s dismay, the three disappeared in a cloud of black smoke, unable to be traced by any naked eye or machine. 

Much to Lyra’s luck, her real vengeance began tonight. 

|=/ 

~Starpiper3

I’m sorry… it has been quite a while hasn't it?

[starpiper3]

Hola!

Long time no see everyone! I understand that I have been off the map for a while now, but I am proud to present you guys with an OC in the overwatch world. I hope you enjoy her as much as I do!

Posting tomorrow afternoon :)

~Starpiper3

[starpiper3]

Stillness

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A sunlit room. Windows are open. A breeze drifting through. The air smells like warm sweet honey. A spotless floor. One that is rarely seen. the sun glimmers off of the shine. A bed messily made with blankets strewn at the foot. There is a desk against the north side wall under the small windowsill. The glossy coating has decayed be feelings forced through the tips of pens. Light brown scars left behind. A cup of pens are held by a cardboard lemonade cup. Each one awaiting its story. A wooden chair creeks when she sits, but for now, the ghost of her remains. The sound of twenty one pilots vibrates off the walls in the room. A new sound so sweet to the ear. The sun passes the 4 O’clock hour, beginning its slow descend past the horizon.

At last, a girl sits in the wooden chair. The pad beneath her sinks with a comforting sigh. The sound of bones cracking interrupt the music, but only for a second. Air is pushed out of a pair of lungs. A pen is picked up. It dances around the paper beneath it until it’s story is no more. The air no longer smells sweet, but rather a strong bold scent. Yet, it is given no piece of mind.  The breeze picks up before the harmonic sound of water is placed for all to hear. A bird takes shelter in the tree just outside the west window. Rushing water takes over the road, flooding it with its powerful rage. The squirrels and chipmunks scurry to the tree, calling out to their loved ones to take shelter. 

Yet all of it is paid no mind. 

The commotion passes, the air smells sweet, sweeter than before. A low breeze enters the atmosphere, chilling the trees of the water upon their leaves. The calling stops, the birds are silent, the water calm, air, still. The only sound that can be heard is the harmonic melody coming from the speakers that sit upon the desk.  A pair of eyes give the soaked Earth two second with of their attention. It is all they need to know that it has passed. The sun burns the Earth once again. It’s rays gleaming off the sides of houses and tops of trees. Pinks, purples and the death defying red stains all that the sun touches. 

Muscles pull there way into a working manner, only four are needed for the emotion. It is a sign of comfort and happiness, realization and disbelief, love and passion. A shake, a chuckle, a sigh. Another pen is picked up and mashed into the paper beneath, scarring the desk below. Forever an imprint, forever a memory. The sun finally lays itself to rest as another pen perishes, but it is still no matter. The pens will remain, the floor will still shine, the desk will hold its scars, the chair will sag and sigh at the loss of her presence. The sun will rise once more.

But the time has passed. 

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Sincerely,

~Starpiper3

[imlostinatunnel]

7,8, 30, 32, 35, 38, 49, 50

7: The ones that kept me dry during the rainy season.

8: The ones that didn’t.

30: I did. Didn’t last long.

32: I did not. Oh well. Gave me time to focus on what I find important in others.

35: I hate saying that people aren’t important, but many of the friends I’ve made in college have a bigger impact of me more than last year.

Tumblr-wise, two people have made a big impact on me: @backroad-traveler and @starpiper3. 

Of course everyone who decided to follow me. You guys were important before you followed me and you’ll continue to be important even after you decide to unfollow me. You all are awesome!!

38: August. The entire month really. For some reason things felt nice and It gave me time to breathe a little.

49: I wish for their lives to bear down a little less on them. They deserve a breather and time to heal from the negativity they have going on. I want others to be happy, even if its only for a little bit (though if they stayed happy, even better!).

50: I want to feel secure and content, and possibly wanted. I know that isn’t coming within the next year, I have a ways to go. But it’s fun to dream! Seriously though, I have a plan.

Thank you for the curiosity!

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NAME: Don NICKNAME: Um, Don. SIGN: Neon. Not that sign? Sorry. Leo. HEIGHT: 6′0 NATIONALITY: American ORIENTATION: Heterosexual FAVOURITE FRUIT: Apples and grapes FAVOURITE SEASON: That bit of Summer where it is slowly transitioning to Autumn, where the evenings are perfect for a nice walk outside FAVOURITE FLOWER: Marigold FAVOURITE SCENT: That forest-y pine scent, and the scent of some of the beaches at Corpus Cristi.  FAVOURITE BOOK: Virtual Light by William Gibson FAVOURITE COLOUR: Orange FAVOURITE ANIMAL: If we are allowed mythological, then Cerberus or Fenrir. If not, then either the Blue-Jay or the Cardinal. COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Um... Is there another menu I can look at? AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6-8 CATS OR DOGS: Why not both? Though I’ve only ever owned pups. NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: Normally one. If I’m feeling crazy some nights, two. DREAM TRIP: Back to England to the Great Cressingham area just to see what all has changed in the 15-16 years I’ve been gone. BLOG CREATED: September of 2016. No regrets about it. NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS: 145. You all are more than a number to me though, I promise! Every single one of you is amazing in your unique way! (Also you all are really, really patient with me it seems)