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excuse me, excuse me attention please. i am desperately searching for some laid back ass plots and partners. i’m talking texts and chats and messaging back and forth bc yes we love our chars and our plot but we are just too damn busy or we can’t get in the right mindset to write something perfect rn. partners i can hc with in the middle of the night bc we have sO MANY IDEAS that may become a reality but there’s no rush for it. you know what i mean? like yes let’s start a para one day but while i put off writing (bc i’m lazy af or at work or you’re busy or dealing with life) let’s have them texting or a little gif chat or phone call. let’s start a dozen different plots and pairings (bc we always take on too many) and there’s no rush. let’s be scattered and start multiple paras at a time and some are long and some aren’t and it’s just no big deal. just something fun and relaxed where there’s no need to feel bad ab not having a ton of muse or time. am i making sense. come to me pls.

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A little bonus for @utkiin, since I could not decide which sketch to use for their commission(aka complementary piece to this right here, I guess). Kliment’s just a poor boy. Somebody love him.

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It’s so quiet here and I feel so cold This house no longer feels like home

Commission for @utkiin!!! They asked for something tragic for their Overwatch OC Kliment… so here you go, have some teary-eyed baby boy uwu

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・→ Kliment nodded softly at the request and he raised an eyebrow when she moved from him. The silence was mostly him analzying his own words and how to make sure he hadn’t made her— yep, uncomfortable. He frowns and shakes his head, but keeps his hands back from instictively going to hug her, “Oh no. It is quiet alright.” His voice remains soft but the nervous smile and furrowed brows show his worry.

“I had not meant to do so.” He shifts and faces her a bit more, “You haven’t.” A reassuring smile is given, but he settles for a moment to think of what to do, but frowns slightly as he’s a bit stuck on the topic, “I do not wish to pry- but is it just keeping them down or other actions- I just do not want to make you uncomfortable, again.”

He doesn’t want to remain on such a sticky and hard to leave topic, but Kliment just wanted to be clear on what he should avoid doing- or anything else she preferred.

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・→ The breathing evens out and he smiles down at Reggie’s compliance. The grin she word and her glowing cheeks make him only happier that she was enjoying it just as much. His giggles subsided and he put one hand to play with her ponytail and the other was resting on her stomach.

The short title with his last name was known to him as formal which made him smile at the ‘mister’ added, “Oh we’ll see Miss Reggie!” He emphasized the ‘miss’ in a teasing manner and laughed with soft buzzes of static and pushes her hands down with the one that rested on her stomach, “No.” His voice was soft but the alarmed expression showed his remorse for the attacks.

Tickle (closed)

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Kliment was easy to follow. The big guy wasn’t trying for stealth, and really neither was she. She watched him round the corner ahead and knew exactly where he was headed. She shot off after him, and launched herself on top of him just after the words left his mouth.

Laughter erupted from her as she flopped across his lap on her back, her face red and rather jolly looking. She grinned up at him. “You win this round, Mr. Utkin. But next time, I won’t go so easy on you.” She wiggles her fingers at him, a quiet threat to tickle him some more.

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"I'm gonna catch you!"

・→ Kliment gives a short yelp. Glitchy laughter springing from him as he runs in circles around the island counter in the kitchen. The Russian has initiated what seemed to be a tickle war. Though he didn’t think she’d follow him all the way to the kitchen!!

As he slowed down to round the corner he felt himself unable to pick up the lost speed. He makes a hard turn and goes for the common area. Zipping around some people he gives short ‘sorry’s’ and ‘excuse me’ as he passes.

Making a dive for the empty love-seat next to the couch he calls out, “Base!” The made-up rule could be disputed but he hoped it’d buy him time. He was just out of stamina at the moment. His labored breathing didn’t interrupt his words, “N-No tickles! I won’t do it again! I swear!”

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SHIPPY-ISH/FLUFF-ISH STARTERS ❛ I love you so much…❜ ❛  Can I kiss you ? ❜ ❛  You are so beautiful — So fucking beautiful. ❜ ❛  Close your eyes, you can trust me. ❜ ❛  I got you a present-❜ ❛   Kiss me. ❜ ❛  Love me– ❜ ❛  Mmm, taste like cherries.  ❜ ❛  Pull me in, Pull me in - ❜ ❛   Make love to me…❜ ❛   I love your eyes… ❜ ❛   You got whip cream there .❜ ❛   Waffles or pancakes ? ❜ ❛   Knock It off that tickles ! ❜ ❛   You’re so warm… ❜ ❛   I can hear your heart beat — it’s soft.❜ ❛   it’s raining outside and all I can think about is you.  ❜ ❛   Hold my hand - ❜ ❛   We have something special, You and I.❜ ❛   You mean everything to me.  ❜ ❛   When can I see you again ?❜ ❛   Say my name, just one last time… ❜ ❛   You’re a mystery worth solving. ❜ ❛   I trust you — that means a lot more than love.❜ ❛   I fall in love with you every time I open my eyes. ❜ ❛   You are infinite like the universe.  ❜ ❛   Kiss me like you wanna be loved. ❜ ❛   You’re the apple of my eye.❜ ❛   You make me happy. ❜ ❛   You make me feel safe…❜ ❛   Hold me just a little longer… ❜ ❛   Please don’t let go.❜ ❛   All my fears go away when I’m with you -  ❜ ❛   Thank you for teaching me what love is. ❜ ❛   Aye, share the blankets ! ❜ ❛   love is an action word, prove it to me. ❜

❛   ready or not here I come ! ❜

❛   Ah! I scared you didn’t I ?❜ ❛   I know you love me -  ❜ ❛   These flowers match your eyes. ❜ ❛   I’m gonna catch you !❜ ❛   We should carve our name in this tree. ❜ ❛   Every moment with you is special  ❜ ❛   Hold on tight ! ❜ ❛   Give me a kiss for good luck - ❜ ❛   think about me. ❜

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・→ Kliment gives a short nod and smiled, “I could imagine-!! This place is huge.” His hand exaggeratively fly out in a wide spread, but his vocals remained collected, but the whirring seemed to make up for lacking enthusiasm, “A numbering system. Seems a lot easier putting signs and maps around the whole place.”

Taking a moment to see what she was looking at, he felt his face drain with color, and he nodded sadly. His heart sank and he felt his stomach turn. Seeing one of the bags emerge out, he turned around, and kept himself from looking at everyone he should have been able to help. Keeping his eyes closed as he faced away, he exhaled heavily once he realized he was holding his breath, and played with the end of his scarf to keep his hands busy.

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・→ He fidgets shyly at the comment and smiles, “Well, that’s something-!” He pauses to listen and nods, “I might keep it. Like you said- personality.” He pushed the scarf up over the edges of the metallic plating on his neck as it makes small chirring sounds.

“Including me.” He points to himself, “Yeah, but-“ The pause seems as if he doesn’t know how to follow. But the light joking makes him smile, “I will take your word for that.” He nudges her gently, all in playful manner, before he taked a moment to look around at the hallways and open ended exits along their way. He sighed and threw a topic into the air, “This place is huge.. I am going to get so lost here.”

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・→ The slap wasn’t too hard for him to take but it did hit him harder than expected. He could only a imagine a tub that would actually comfortably fit someone of his size. Chuckling at her awe, he nodded, and fiddled with the scarf on him, “I will do so!”

Giving her a glance he shrugged, why he joined overwatch, and family seemed heavy. With the previous topic as a scapegoat it seemed to be an easy choice, “Not very much to tell. The device here speaks because I was born mute. I used Sign language with my mother when I was younger.”

The small backdrop was more vague and distracting so he continued with the topic, “When I started looking into Overwatch I knew I’d need something more reliable seeing as I use my hands.” He wiggles his fingers as he holds his hands out and looks to her with a smile etching over his cheeks in embarrassment, “Though the sound range is limited. Which causes the sounds when I laugh..”

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・→ Kliment shrugged and smiled, “Well, then would you mind if I stuck around anyways?” He trailed his way behind her and nodded, “Agreed!!” His tone was balanced but the grin showed his enthusiasms.

Kliment shook his head and paused, “The good thing is. Most standard showers are made for people who are five and a half feet tall- give or take two inches.” He give a soft chuckle, “I am well above that and I am taller than most shower heads in standard builds.”

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・→ After it was restated to him, Kliment’s vocals sputtered in whirring shy giggles, “Thank you...”

The blond’s upright position hadn’t changed. He slept sitting, legs crossed over each other, and his head leaned back against the wall. The nudge made his twitch which made him grab as his neck and a glitchy whistling shot up from him. As he stretched it out he got up and fixed the scarf around his neck that had loosened.

Kliment craned his neck and started to trail his way out. The whirring before he spoke was unintentional and clearly so by him startlingly covering it, but Kliment spoke regardless, “Home is.. new.” He paused and frowned, “You have to help me. I am not good with socializing.”

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・→ Beaming with happiness at the compliment he laughs nervously, “Oh!! Thank you!!” He looks to Reggie and giggles at the rasped response. His lips dont part, but his vocalizer speaks up, let his laugh ring out. His features squished into a childish grin at her wording of ‘friend’.

Even with the smile he nods and lets himself sag against the wall of the drop ship, “Yeah, I’m tired.” He huffs out a breath and fiddles with the long arm of the scarf. He closes his eyes when he does so and leans it against the back of the wall. At ‘cool’ he hums in question and picks his head back up. He hadn’t been listening.

Picking his hands up, he rubbed his face, and lifted his head back up to look at Reggie. He gave a scratchy yawn and his vocalizer crackled before he spoke, “Wha’ was cool?”

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・→ The gentle press of his hands didn’t seem to do enough for her. It worried him but he smiles and takes the walk a tad slower. He gave a short chuckle at the word ‘godsend’. Patting his hand a few times to reposition as the gusts of wind grew, Kliment made sure his hands remained, and the mummbled words made his smile grow as she was still responding.

With the golden beam suddenly cast he turned his eyes from her to Mercy. Every muscle tensed and he smiled nervously, “Благодарю!” Reggie’s reply made his composure fall with a small laugh. The formal thank you was cut by his vocalizer giving the short scuff of noise from the giggles, “Er- Thank you-!” He decided to say in English towards the two before him.

Frowning, as Reggie was now unconscious, he looked to Mercy anxiously, and decided to follow as she made her way back up to the ship via her gliding which made him awfully jealous. Yet, he made his way in before settling on the floor next to Reggie’s cot, his hand positioned just enough to overlap the tops of her fingers, and continue healing.

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・→ Kliment heaved for breath and pointed to himself, “Aftermath..” He wasn’t exactly in shape, but he could haul-ass when needed. He frowned as she winced and he placed his hands on her gently trying to close his eyes and focus on healing.

He sighed at her statement and nodded, “I can only get so far-“ His voice was uninterrupted even with his breathing before he gave a glitched yelp as he was shoved. Kliment completely fell over and kept down when he heard the gunshots. His hands pushed himself up and he toddled over nervously. Cautiously going around the bodies with slightly vocal mutters escaping his vocalizer in Russian, but the tone picked up to a lighter teasing trill, “Stay still! Let me heal!” The blood still grossed him and her injuries absolutely terrified him to touch. But he took the opportunity.

Wanting no interruption he picked her up in his arms again. The hand under her leg and back pressed flat so they could heal and he moved a bit slower to focus more on healing her. The taller male brightened at the sun beginning to spill over the edge of the horizon, “We are close, yes?”

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❝ ・ Atheism is a non-prophet organization・❞

Kliment Utkin || OC || Mun 18+ 

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・→ Kliment nods shortly and swallows down his retort, but his vocalizer lets a glitched surprised sound escape him. No offense was taken from the comment, it just surprised him, and made him laugh in the awfully tense moment. Nodding at the instructions he truly had no idea what the metal rails entailed in their mission or the clearing of a path but as she started saying to heal her arm, he only grew more confused, and with the firing of the weapon he scrambles back.

His whole body turns rigid and he can hardly get back up from having moved back so fast he’d fallen. Which also seemed to attract attention. With new, immediately appearing enemies, Kliment shakily gets up, and grabs Reggie. With his heart in his ears he barely hears a thing. Truly only remembering to run, that’s what he did, and he brings Reggie into his arms. Weaving between little buildings and a sharp alleyway, he really had no clue where he even was, and broke his thought to focus but only did so trip and drop them both onto the ground.

He scrambles to place his hands on her and heal. Collecting his breath, he realized the whole time he hadn’t even done that, and scoffs at his own panic. He presses his hands over her arm first and turns around from time to time to be sure he lost anyone that could have followed, “O боже..” There was a lot more injuries he would’ve liked, “дерьмо!” He pushed his way out of long-sleeved shirt he wore and began dressing the wounds with shreds of the fabric reaching around her middle and left arm. His tank top that rested under was all but nothing in the battlefield, but he’d rather lose his shirt than his scarf, and figured he could handle making it to departure.