The specter that was The Reaper looked over at his new employer's disgust for the pizza. ❝ National affront or not, it's still edible... ❞

Marzia "Vendetta" Bartalotti@wolfofretalitation.bsky.social · last mo.

"Who would poison my food with this... Useless gunk." She sneered with absolute truth in her eyes over the absurdity of pineapple on a pizza. The one time she splurged for a proper meal..

"Retribution will be mine." 18+ only. Non-binary writer. NSFW art + scenes are a-okay with me!

cower, as you were born to do so.

|☠️| Fuck it, we ball.

even in this state... you still wish to protect them?

decay is a pateint beast. when the wake is over, and the beach is empty, it will make it's way onto the shore. and when it's had its fill of brick and stone, it will eat the photographs too.

Shadow recognized the woman. It wasn't often that he got to see her, but there's only one blue skinned person in that dog's life, and it was the widowmaker. ❝ Lacroix... ❞ A single streak of black came from his better eye. Was it blood, a tear? Hard to say... As for his own sense of mourning, >>>

¤ L a c r o i x@veuvebleue.bsky.social · 2mo ago

— but not directly greeting her nor growling. She comes closer. Seeing an equally mournful father. Mournful of the life he cannot be part of perhaps. She offers her hand in quiet understanding.

sometimes you gotta bleed to know that you're alive and have a soul

Reyes arrived at Château Guillard, a small bag with him along with his black lab, Shadow. This was a safe place... It was safe from all the shit Talon would throw out any the one he was sheltering from them. He walked with Shadow and eventually came to sit in one of the old, dusty ballrooms. >>>

not a good man but a perfect soldier

In the shadows of an old, rundown barn, Reyes was sat upon a stool. He had no mask, no cloak... He was wearing his old Blackwatch commander outfit, perhaps reliving some old memories. A low, rumbling growl was in the back of his throat as he looked at the contents within a rusted, iron locket.

he pretends he's okay but you should see him in bed late at night , he's petrified

gonna get what's coming you always get what's coming

[ @doctor-odeorain.bsky.social ] To be the man who regrets or the monster who forgets? That was a question that Reyes and The Reaper had debated amongst himself for quite some time... Reyes had his mist creep through the slit under the head geneticist's door to the lab before his footsteps >>>

❝ I wasn't always this... This /F̸̢̧̼̦̥̣̼͖̩͕̩̀̕Ų̸̣̣̻̪̺̬̓̈́̊̌̔̎̚C̷̢̡̲͔̘̥̰͚̈̍̄̔̉͋͊K̸̜̳̘̘̩̦̅̍͋̌̂̓͛̅͝Ḯ̸̩̩͕̫̥͓̠̺͑̌͝N̶͇͍̺̳̬̬̝̝̙̩̹͂̈́́͛͗̓G̶̱͗͆̄̎ ̶̠͉̮̖̙͇́̉̅̍̎͆̄̕͜͝Ṫ̵̫͐̓͐̕H̶̛̤̙̯͛̋̈́͘Į̸̧͕̠͍͓̬̲̟̮̅̎̽N̵̡̰̥͚̟̬͙͈̪̱͑̆͒G̷̲͓̦̳͖͈̗̑̒/! ❞ Reyes sighs as he looks at the mirror, his decaying and vaporizing skin "burning" like a fire before calming as he regains a relatively level head. ❝ Or maybe I was, my body finally matching the monster on the inside... ❞

W I D O W M A K E R ¤ amélie lacroix ¤ ¤ Push me, pull me Break me, can't let go ¤ My hands around your throat Won't leave me alone ¤ Now I got my guard up Can't let go ¤ Don't mean to break the skin I'm just sensitive

Reyes was in his barracks, idly petting Shadow as he looked over some texts on his phone. ❝ Seems the brat's keeping tabs on Overwatch after all... ❞ The ghastly visage of the man twists into a scowl as soon as Cassidy was mentioned. ❝ What a waste of potential... ❞

|☠️| Fuck it, we ball.

Far from a wise idea when the target of such jabs have an infinite supply of shotguns that have shells that result in immediate necrosis of the wounded area... Then again, being the archeologist that they are, Venture already takes plenty of risks, no?

𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑬@venturehere.bsky.social · 2mo ago

ㅤ ㅤ( uh, yeah. and venture would have to make fun of him. like, a lot. ) ㅤ

On one hand, Reaper wanted to correct the other and say that it's "die, die, die" instead, but... No, there was an image of edge to maintain.

𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑬@venturehere.bsky.social · 2mo ago

ㅤ ㅤaye aye * aye… ㅤ

❝ Mania is a sign that death is soon approaching... Perhaps your time will come sooner than expected, /Sloan Cameron/. ❞ Might as well do the name drop for dramatic effect as he pops his knuckles.

The Reaper ignores the other's pleas. He refuses to answer to that name... Not anymore...

𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑬@venturehere.bsky.social · 2mo ago

ㅤ ㅤoi gabrielito ! bring it down a notch, yeah ?! ㅤ

Reyes was looking in a mirror, tracing one of his clawed fingers along the edge where skin and muscle was torn and rotting. ❝ I wonder what people would find more disturbing, the mask or my actual face... ❞ No point in musing over it for much longer, for Reyes adorned himself with the cowl of >>>

❝ Just another one of those damn nights... ❞ Reaper was staring off into the moon above a coastline, the vast, open sea the only company he had. ❝ No wonder though given what today is... ❞

❝ You come to your own conclusions... ❞ The figure looked over their shoulder, the cold, pale mask unmoving for a moment. ❝ It would open your eyes to what they've done, and what you do from there is /your/ business... ❞ With those final words, Reaper vanished into a dark mist and left the area.

𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑬@venturehere.bsky.social · 2mo ago

ㅤ ㅤdigging was what they were best at… and sometimes, they uncovered some nasty stuff. ㅤreally was the worst part of the job. ㅤclenching their hands into fists, biting at their inner cheek. ㅤ” .. what am i supposed to do if i find it ? what difference would it even make ? “ ㅤ

❝ I doubt they've removed anything... It's all stored by date... ❞ Reyes puts his mask back on before letting out a deep, gravely sigh. ❝ The information should be before the assassination of Gérard Lacroix. Dig deeper into it and you will see... ❞ The Reaper then begins to walk off, back >>>

𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑬@venturehere.bsky.social · 2mo ago

ㅤ ㅤ” you could be making this all up — feeding me planted evidence. “ ㅤon one hand, they just didn’t want to believe an agent of talon, especially considering all they had done to the wayfinders . . . ㅤbut it was also their job as an archaeologist to uncover history. to find truths of the past. ㅤ

The Reaper was out and about, skulking in the shadows as he tracks down a target he had been assigned.

He never was alone, not truly anyways... He felt the lingering gaze of the geneticist for a moment or two longer before he eventually faded away into mist himself. He slinked back to his quarters where he /knew/ he could be alone.

◇ D E V I L ◇@doctor-odeorain.bsky.social · 2mo ago

— Aaaand shes gone. Probably.

❝ You helped me realize what it takes to stabilize myself, so I can very easily survive without your help if that's what your thinly veiled threat is meant to indicate. ❞ The man simply scoffed as he let go of Moira's wrist and turned to face her once more. ❝ Know that your time will come in >>>

◇ D E V I L ◇@doctor-odeorain.bsky.social · 2mo ago

—sweet darling Grim Reaper~" She cooed with sickening sweetness.

❝ On the contrary, /Doctor/... ❞ He firmly gripped her wrist as he looked over that shoulder, a burning hatred still in those literally wounded eyes. ❝ She saw to it herself... She had Wilhelm dig me out of the rubble and she used that nanotech on me herself. ❞ The closest thing to a grin >>>

◇ D E V I L ◇@doctor-odeorain.bsky.social · 2mo ago

"Your hatred is still misplaced however. It might be her technology, used without her consent or knowledge. Oh how she resents me for it." She chuckled some. Her claws dancing along his shoulders.