#OH ana and Moira call me

[slagfortress]

[astarlow]

I'm currently unmotivated to write anything long and especially after the devs did us so dirty for the PVE announcement so here are some headcanons, imagines- whatever you want to call this to comfort me from the fact we're not getting the PVE we were promised 4 years ago

Overwatch crews

Slumber party whenever a mission is accomplished. Don't matter if everyone's weary as hell, with Lena and Hana running around you are sure to get yourself a slumber party every month. If said mission isn't a success though, it's more of  a chill hangout with the members of the team Hana, Satya and Angela will bring your ass to a shopping spree. Whether you like it or not so be prepared because with them, you're gonna spend the whole day out there. Honestly though, if you don't like it Lena, Fareeha and Brigitte are by the arcades or the sport terrain near the shopping alley. So whenever you feel like it, you can go there to play with them There’s another tradition going around, twice a month, a member of the team cooks for the rest of the crew. It started with Mei, Aleksandra and you talking about your culture’s food. Mei offered to cook for you two to taste Chinese cuisine which you gladly accepted. In return, you two would also cook your culture’s food. With time passing by, other members joined the tradition and now, Echo chooses who would cook for this month’s tasting food session It turned into a competition when Lena decided to vote for the best month’s food Mei, Ana and Brigitte for the moment are on the podium sharing the first place Lena and Hana have zero points. Lena almost burnt the kitchen once. Luckily, you were there to put out the fire She doesn’t have the patience to wait for things to cook For Hana, ever since she entered MEKA, she didn’t have the time to prepare food. The best she could do is boil water and put it on her noodles. Though, ever since she joined Overwatch, she has had a little bit more time so she takes lessons from Mei and Brigitte. Lena watches but never fully join because else, it’ll turn into a mess Every week, Vivian holds a shooting session training. The best shooter of the week gets a gift from her and is exempted from chores for the week Ana has been exempted from participating in this shooting session ever since she won five times in a row

Talon crews

Olivia doesn't stop her pranks, so either you decide to team up with her to prank the others or you go against her. If you prank her, she will at least remind you this once a  week. "Amigo/amiga, how could you do this to your best friend in the world?" sighs dramatically while placing an arm on her forehead "Can you believe this? My best friend, betraying me..." Or "oh no, the betrayal. Who could have foreseen  such an event?" Amelie is more often than not the victim of Olivia's pranks. It's gotten so bad one time Olivia and you couldn't set a foot near the base or she would snipe you from afar She's "kind" Enough to not use real bullets but let's say you had bruises for the following weeks Moira is a target you two don't prank because you've been under her wrath and let's just say, it's not pleasant at all Olivia does try to get all of you to enjoy some vacation time. She does separate Amelie and  Moira, because she knows Amelie is showing more and more emotions and she doesn't want her to return to that cold emotionless assassin Talon turned her into. So for her sake, she keeps Moira away from her When Olivia, Amelie and yourself are out for a mission or a vacation, Amelie will make sure to make at least one comment on the food. She grew up with the finest food so she knows what good food is or not. You once bought her a baguette from a supermarket, she did not appreciate it. She could have stopped if not for  Olivia's intervention "It's just a baguette, how bad can it be?" And that's how you all three didn't get any sleep because of Amelie's monologue on baguette Olivia is a lot more laid back so she takes you sightseeing and if she trusts you enough, she takes you to her hometown. She even lets you meet up with Baptiste.

No-faction Ladies

Kiriko

Kiriko is dragging your ass across the city and showing you the finest spots If you're dating, it's one of your monthly dates to walk around the city and discover new paths or stands/shops. Even if she knows her city like the back of her hand, she's still pleased you're enjoying showing her shops you like She also practices her kunai throwing with you. It’s a lot of fun for her to see you mess up so many times. Although, you get closer to the target with each training session and she holds great pride in seeing your progress She trusts you enough after some time spent together, as well as some missions done together, to show you the group in which she belongs: The Yōkai You spend some fun times with them and seeing as they all have some masks, you decided to craft one for Kiriko. Of course, it’s a fox one. Kiriko loves it so much she doesn’t wear it, in fear she breaks it but she places it in her apartment.

Junker Queen

Odessa doesn't get out of Junkertown a lot, if not at all since she got her Junker Queen title. So if you're travelling fairly often, you give her pictures of your travels. "Oi! You should take me out here, sounds lots of fun!" "I tried, you say you were too busy ruling things around here." "Ey, doesn't mean I can't get to travel from time to time with me partner." Every time you come back from your travels, whether it is for business or for yourself, you always tell how you trip went down. Of course, with pictures to accompany your story. Odessa finds it easier to follow if she has pictures in front of her

Ashe

Liz loves to experiment with her outfits, if you have any good idea she’s going to bring it to life. If one of your ideas doesn’t please her, she’s going to give you interesting feedback. She is a firm believer in constructive criticism She often asks BOB to watch over you when she’s gone for a heist but sometimes, it does seem like you’re the babysitter You teach BOB about some customs he might not have been aware of. It’s a lot of fun watching him learn new things

ps: i still have a lot of asks from the 700 celebration event, I'll try to get to it as soon as i am a little bit more free

[dawnthefox24]

*Cole Is watching Gabe yelling at Doomfist not because he kidnapped him because he asked him for his blessing *

Reaper/Gabriel: MY SON ISN'T GOING TO MARRY YOU!!

Doomfist: You aren't even blood related and be glad I'm asking you for his hand in marriage.

Reaper/Gabriel: YOU SON OF A-IF EITHER JACK OR ANA FIND OUT FUCK EVEN MARTINA FINDS OUT THEY'LL HAVE YOU'RE HEAD!!

Sombra: *raises her hand*Can I be the maid if honor ?

Doomfist & Reaper/Gabriel: Yes/NO!!!

Widowmaker: As long as there wine I do not care...

Moira: *smirks* I can officiate the wedding

Reaper/Gabriel:*looks at Moira * WHO SIDE ARE YOU ON!! LAST I CHECKED YOU WEREN'T TO THRILLED WHEN AKANDE SAID HE WANTED TO MARRY COLE!!

Moira: *rolls her eyes* I'm on nobodies side but I do find this funny

Mauga:*pokes his head in grinning like a mad man* I LOVE WEDDINGS!! Who is getting married!?

Doomfist: Me and Cassidy

Mauga: Awe man Congrats!! I CALL BEING BEST MAN!! Doomfist: Thank you

Reaper/Gabriel: NO ONE IS GETTING MARRIED!!!

Sigma: *happens to over hear everything*Who is getting married?

Sombra: *smiles happily and points too Doomfist and Cole* Cole and Akande

Sigma:*smiles softly* oh that's wonderful, congrats Akande

Doomfist: *smiles* Thank you Sigma

Reaper/Gabriel: *is beyond pissed* COLE IS NOT MARRYING YOU AKANDE AND THAT'S FINALE!!!!

Cole:...um do I get a say in thi-

Reaper/Gabriel & Doomfist: No/NO!!

Cole: Alright....

[sleepyfaequeen]

Jealousy

A/n: So sorry for those who have requested stories. I am getting to them. I'm getting married so I've been planning my own wedding as of late. I shall be getting back to writing more very soon. Still feel free to request. See you all very soon!

Warnings: fluff, Gabriel Reyes x fem!reader

Requested: No

Pairing: Gabriel Reyes x reader

Almost everyone in Overwatch knew Gabriel Reyes as a very sarcastic, dark humored, and seriously scary guy. He knew how to get under people's skin quite easily. He even pissed off Commander Morrison, which was never a good thing. The one thing Reyes never talked about was his home life and for good reasons too.

He was on his way to start the Blackwatch meeting when he enters their private meeting room. He hears the voices within the room quiet down and looks up. His eyes once serious widen as he sees (Y/n) standing with the Blackwatch agents he worked with: McCree, Moira and Genji. All of them seeming to be looking at him and the mysterious woman they knew nothing about. He felt his heart beating fast as he didn't expect such a sudden surprise visit. Was it getting hot in here?

"Reyes, mi amor." (Y/n) smirked with half-lidded eyes that just told him she was teasing him.

"I.. Mi amor?" Gabriel whispers as his posture- specifically his shoulders, loosened up. How can he be so stiff when she was around. The light of his life. "How are you.. all the way in here?" With that sudden question, he could already see how upset his soon to be was.

"Jack, let me in. I even got a special pass for the future." She wiggles the small card with a blue lanyard attached to it. "Of course with a small fee."

"I didn't realize our old Commander Reyes was dat'in a cute lady like yourself." McCree smiles as he approached the two. He regrets ever bonding with McCree. He taught him too many Spanish words.

"Oh, me and Reyes aren't dating." (Y/n) couldn't help but show off her left hand and reveal a golden ring on her finger. Reyes couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at how his soon to be wife showed off she was his. "I'm his fiancé." Something about it made him puff out his chest proudly.

"Oh well, congratulations!" The cowboy cheers.

--

Immediately, Jack could hear his office door being met with multiple bangings from what he assumed was a fist. He hurriedly munched down the churros as the door slides open revealing a pissed Gabriel with Ana running behind him before the doors closed behind them.

".. Yes?" Jack answered after swallowing the churros and wiping the crumbs off his lip.

"My wife made those churros, Jack." Gabriel glares sternly as Ana was breathing heavily from the sudden running she had to do.

"I can tell.." Jack slowly munched another churro before stopping as Reyes spoke.

"They were for me, Jack. You know damn well." He points at his superior who hasmd some crumbs on his lip and cheeks.

"But she offered me some?" Jack argued with a mouthful. His voice came out small before he swallow and continues. "Your being very unreasonable, Reyes."

"Stop taking MY food." Gabriel shakes his head with a sneer. "Get someone else to make you churros, Commander Jackass!" He grumbles as Ana watched Reyes stomp out the office before turning to speak to Jack.

"I'm sorry! I can't handle when something looks so good!" Jack argues as he pouts at his desk.

"I know Jack.." Ana sighs as she looks to Reyes who stomps over to the elevator. "You forget Gabe doesn't like being challenged."

"I wasn't trying to do that." He raised his brow.

"Well.. you certainly know how to pick your fights, Jack." Ana chuckles as Jack grumbles as he munches on the sweetly baked goods. He was sure to ask for the recipe. Maybe then Vincent wouldn't call him bad at baking.

[docholligay]

October #4-- Shattered Glass

“Out of all the people I might blame for this, you’re even under me on the list.” 

Tracer’s eyes were closed as she lay on her side in the small room at the back of the base, dressed in a loose pair of soft pajamas. Winston watched as she took each deep breath slowly, and with great care, hand ruffling through her own hair as the rest of her lay perfectly still. 

She was trying to hide how much it hurt. But for the years between them, it might have been effective. 

An experiment. Once an experiment, always an experiment. A Hyde lurking like a beast inside of his Jeckyll. He’d felt it come over him, that little pinch in his neck, and then the flush of rage and power and fear. Leapt forward. Heard her voice. And then…

“Stop it.” 

“Stop what?” He mumbled, trying to sit for a moment next to the bed where she lay. Room was too small. Her’d have to stand. He deserved to stand. She’d by lying out in the main barracks if she could wear her CA.

“Making it your fault. I know that’s what you’re doing,” she opened her eyes and looked at him, “and ‘onestly Win, I need you to knock it off. Bad enough there’s going to be no sort of reprimand for bloody cunting Moira--ah!” 

She closed her eyes tight, hand gripping the sheets, knuckles turning so white they nearly blended with the linen. Tracer let out a slow, measured breath. 

“God, I ‘ope her favorite pub is bought out by American investors and ‘remodeled’” The corner of her mouth turned up in a wicked little grin, “Fiddler’s Fucking Green: A Gastropub, I ‘ope they call it. I ‘ope there is subway tile, and natural light, and a kale salad on the menu.” 

It was his fault, though. It was him that did the damage. He was the reason she was lying here. He’d lost control, and hurt the person who meant most to him in the world. He couldn’t blame Moira for having it inside of him, could he? 

“You’d never ‘urt me, Win. I know that.” 

It rung in his ears like a church bell, echoing off the metal of the walls, her misplaced faith in him. If he would never do it, how did he do it? Did she somehow forget all the things that repeated in his head, images glowing like stained glass? The roar. The yell from Jack. Her voice. A hand on his arm. The resistance as he swung his hand back. The shattered glass. The flickering light of her CA. 

Winston had done it. It had been him. Winston had always been afraid of someone hurting her, someone killing her, and now, here it was. 

He was the monster hiding in his own closet. 

Ana had shot him, with Moira’s potion, but it had been Winston who galloped toward Ana, Winston who felt suddenly that he was going to kill her, that any reservations he had about it, the gentleness he had in his heart, what Ana had referred to as his battlefield weakness, was all gone. She hadn’t moved. The monster had advanced, and Tracer, oh, Tracer. 

“Win! It’s alright!” She had reached for him, “It’s alright, just--” 

She’d given a little sound as he backhanded her. She hadn’t been braced for it. She hadn’t been expecting it. She hadn’t tried to dodge it. She had been running to comfort him, and he had hit her. Hit her so hard she flew backwards.  Hit her so hard she didn’t stop until she met with the window into the laboratory, the safety glass shattered in a spiderweb, trapping her. 

But she didn’t stop. She didn’t stop. 

Tracer stumbled to her feet, CA flickering, his name still on her lips, and the Hyde inside him lost its courage. 

A concussion. Two broken ribs. A wide circle of deep bruising from where the CA had hit. He had gasped when Mercy gently helped her remove her shirt. Mercy hadn’t made eye contact with him. She knew. She knew he was the one. 

Shattered glass, and a purple and yellow stain across the pale of her back. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw that explosion of glass where she had been, a rorshach for his own monstrosity. How could he tell her family? When they had taken him in so kindly? 

He felt a small hand on his, and realized he had been afraid to touch her. That she would somehow wince or flinch, knowing now that she would never be safe around him. But her hand was on his, and her eyes were open, pain bright and searching. 

“Not your fault. And,” her breath caught a little at the edges, “I’ll be right before you know it. Always am. Honestly,” a quick flutter of her eyelids, “Not so bad in ‘ere. Quiet, right? Like it’s such a treat to ‘ear Rein snore. Private. If I could get that promised bit of oxycodone, it’d be a slumber party.” 

“I’m so sorry.” His voice wavered, the church bells having forgotten Tracer’s faith, now ringing that single word. Monster. Monster. Monster. “Lena, I’m so sorry. I--” 

“Oh, shut up, Win.” She chuckled, and her body froze in a sudden recollection of each rib, but she refused to let her smile fade, “ I don’t want an apology from you. I want me pack of biscuits from the kitchen, and I want a beer. Give me that, instead of I’m sorry. Nothing to be sorry over.” 

 Winston pushed his glasses up. “You aren’t supposed to drink with pain medication.”

“Well, A: Ang certainly is taking ‘er time with it, in’t she? And B: Not supposed to randomly experiment on members of the team, so seems a day for breaking rules, right?” 

Winston forced himself to smile. “Okay.” 

Tracer looked at him a moment, and then slowly, excruciatingly, pushed herself up to sitting, Winston holding out his hand, wishing he could help her, wishing he could stop her. 

“Look at me.” She stared at him intensely, “Pay attention. I love you. Nothing else to it. Nothing changed. I love you, and you’re stuck with me, and better you learn that now. I would rather, be ‘urt, than not come to you if you need. Do you understand me, you great idiot?” 

“I love you too, Lena.” He nodded, putting his hand on her leg, “I love you too.” 

“Good,” she patted his hand, “Now, the kitchen. Make sure you keep it from Ang, I don’t want to ‘ear it for ‘er.”

Winsto took the note to keep a wide berth from Mercy. The last thing he needed right now was to try to lie. 

“Oh, and, one more thing,” She stopped him as he went to the door, “‘elp invent a good curse for Ana. Not taking notes on me one for Moira, that’s perfect, but Ana, need something better.”

Winston paused. “I hope Ana has to watch the Egyptian episode of Bake Off for a week straight.” 

Tracer’s grin grew wide, her nose wrinkling, slightly askew teeth gleaming. “And she ‘as to listen to me pronounce all the Arabic.” 

Winston smiled, and nodded, and walked the long way to the kitchen. Away from the shattered glass.

[ganon-binary]

Overwatch Heroes Ranking & Honest Opinions part 2

Part 2 of my ranking and opinions of the playable characters of Overwatch. This is where things start getting spicier. Parts 1, 3 and 4.

Jamison "Junkrat" Fawkes: 7-/10

Junkrat is a great comedic relief character with a surprisingly deep backstory. I personally am not a fan of his aesthetic, but his voice lines and interactions make up for it. Don't really care for him in game either. 7-/10, not my cup of tea but i can see why people like him.

Lúcio Correia dos Santos: 6/10

Lúcio is a fun character.. but i don't care for him at all. He has a great attitude and his interactions are hilarious, but for some reason I can't bring myself to like him. like with Junkrat, I can see why other people like him. In game he is my least favorite support, but I might be biased bc many Lúcio's have gotten to my nerves and scratched my oh so fragile Widow-main ego. 6/10, maybe i like you in another universe.

[REDACTED]: 3-/10

Oh cowboy, how I love to hate you. In my opinion, Mr. Dave Overwatch here is the most boring and over-rated character in the game and I am so tired of seeing him everywhere. Really not a fan of how favored of a character he is. Really not a fan of how he appears in almost every character's backstory and he seems to be getting even more lore. Really not a fan how he keeps getting skins meanwhile some characters haven't gotten skins in literal years. Really not a fan how he appears in every match I'm in. 3-/10, only redeeming part of him is the fan art.

Mei Ling-Zhou: 8/10

Mei is such a good character. She has a really likeable personality, really sad backstory and really good skins. My one critique of her is how I would like to see more of how big of a huge genius she is. Winston has a lot of these science-y voice lines, so why can't she? Even though she is infamously known as "Satan" in the game, I really don't mind her! 8/10, very cute.

Angela "Mercy" Ziegler: 5/10

There is the good kind of sassy, and then there is the bad. Mercy is the bad kind of sassy. She has so many unnecessarily rude interactions with the other heroes. The official profiles call her nice and caring, and I want to know how much she paid them to make her look good. She is such a mean and bland person, but at least she is pretty to look at! In the game she is very fun! I love her smooth movement abilities. 5/10, no one likes a preacher.

Moira O'Deorain: 10/10

Moira is my favorite character lore and personality wise, there is so much depth to her. Even though she is portrayed as a villain, i truly think she is a good person (though very questionable). Really love her snarky and cold personality, but she can be nice as well. Her design is so cool and I truly don't think they will ever be able to top it. She better appear in OW2 and she better roast the fuck out of the Overwatch characters. In the game she is kinda lack luster but still p fun. 10/10, god is an androgynous lady with a resting bitch face.

Orisa: 9/10

Orisa should be a main character in OW2. The storyline they have been teasing says so. She is a great heroine and I am very much looking forward to her journey to defeat Doomfist, though i expect it to be way more complex than that. She has a really good female omnic design, a centaur with so many refences to Efi's culture. She is really cute and I will never forget the first time I saw her sitting emote. 9/10, she IS the main character.

Fareeha "Pharah" Amari: 8/10

She deserved so much better story wise and fandom treatment wise. She is so much more than Ana's daughter or a love interest in a ship. I honestly cannot believe they scrapped her animated short. Her storyline of wanting to join Overwatch should have been explored more. Hopefully we see her more in OW2. She is very fun to play but I wish her flight felt more smooth. 8/10, once she leaves her nest, it's all over for y'all.

Gabriel "Reaper" Reyes: 10/10

Reaper is SO cool. His backstory, personality and hinted storyline are SO good. His appearance in the halloween comic is one of the highlight of the lore for me. Something about this cool and broody guy sewing costumes and being an extra fashionista is so fun! His dynamic with Widowmaker and Sombra are some of my favorites in the game. His backstory with Soldier is so spicy and totally not mlm. very looking forward to his storyline in OW2. Don't care for his playstyle though. 10/10 this man is perfect.

Reinhardt Wilhelm: 9/10

Ah yes, the himbo. Another character with depth as much as the Mariana Trench. His backstory is really sad, and i have this feeling his storyline in OW2 is going to be sad as well. Don't you dare hurt the GILF, Blizzard! The character arc he went through in "Honor and Glory" put so many other character arcs to shame. His design is very fun though a bit generic. I could never complain about having a Rein in my team.. unless they charge to the enemy team all alone. 9/10, let him show off his muscles.

[nitewrighter]

So I just read your answer to an ask about Pre-fall Genji and Mercy (The one where Genji watches Mercy fly in the practice range/Moira berates Genji while healing him or smthn) and I love it! Any chance we could get a short follow-up where Genji (eventually) tells Mercy what happened on the mission/what happened coming back from the mission?

Ah, referring back to this fic?

Well the thing about Moira is that in my fic continuity, the cover story for Moira is that Overwatch pushed her to resign after that scandal with her paper, and her involvement with Blackwatch was kept largely secret, even from Mercy, up until my pre-retribution fic. So when Moira was a problem for Genji, he couldn’t really talk about it with Mercy due to Overwatch and Blackwatch’s own fucked up compartmentalization. So after Retribution there was a bit of an elephant in the room. Also Genji’s comments during Retribution and Reyes going “The Ninja agrees with me!” are.... oof. And... whoops the “let me explain what happened/clearing the air” prompt turned into an argument.

Welp. Not all those late-night chats were easy...

----

The knock on the door of the lab caught Mercy mid-yawning stretch. It was still early in the evening at Zurich headquarters, lavender twilight light bleeding over the mountain peaks out her window. Still early enough for it to be pretty much anyone who let this work chew up as much of their personal life as hers. Ana, she thought, heading to the door, About the updated humanitarian projects in Giza, probably. Or maybe Sarioglu about the inoculations on the Siberian--

The door slid open and Genji was standing before her in a loose gray long-sleeved shirt, not his usual Blackwatch hoodie. His arms were folded against himself, his shoulders tucked slightly inwards. He stood up a little straighter as the door opened.

“Doctor Ziegler,” he said her name almost with some surprise, as if she had suddenly materialized in front of him rather than been working in the same lab they had spent countless nights chatting in before.

“...It’s been a while, Genji,” she tried to make her voice warm, but wasn’t sure what he was here for. The dust was almost beginning to settle from the Venice incident, but she had seen virtually nothing of him since that painful exchange in the rec room. The Venice incident itself was still being picked over in longer term publications, and it would definitely keep giving all the news outlets investigative journalism fodder for months to come, but Blackwatch was suspended and a significant amount of its resources had been re-allocated to other Overwatch departments for the duration of its suspension, which was enough for most news outlets to let it drift to the side in favor of more recent events.

There were a few seconds where he seemed to be gathering his thoughts before he said, “I can go if you’re busy--” He wasn’t making eye contact.

“N-no--” her fingers tensed on the doorframe, “I mean...” she moved aside slightly, “I wouldn’t mind the company.”

His eyes met hers and softened for.a few seconds before he caught himself and shuffled into the room, as if the offer might be rescinded. As he had gotten more used to his prosthetics and more settled in with Blackwatch, he had come to carry himself with what some might call grace--a grace that was heavily overshadowed and sharpened by the smoldering anger in his eyes and asymmetry of his prosthetics, but a grace that still spoke to his years of physical and mental conditioning with the Shimada clan. Now, however, his movements were smaller, clumsier even---reminding her almost of their early days of physical therapy and his flinching self-containment, the way he would shrink inside hoodies and skulk in corners.

“So... what are you up to tonight?” he asked, looking around the lab. 

“Just some correspondence,” Mercy shrugged, “There’s... been a lot.”

Piles and piles of emails from former colleagues and activists furious at the fact that I continue to associate myself with Overwatch after this scandal, she thought, And maybe I could deal with them all by releasing a personal statement, but how much of that would just come off as me trying to save face while throwing Overwatch under the bus?

“Not about Venice?” Genji stiffened a little where he stood

“Yes, about Venice,” she folded her arms, her gaze was steady and tired.

“But---that’s not fair. Nothing we did there had anything to do with you--” Genji was genuinely confused.

“Blackwatch is still Overwatch’s responsibility,” said Mercy, “And if there was evidence of weaponized biotics on site, naturally people have questions for me and, of course,” a huffing, uncomfortable chuckle escaped her, “Everything I stand for in working for Overwatch.” 

Genji’s thick eyelashes lowered over the red of his eyes in a combination of frustration and guilt. “I... meant to talk to you about that when I got back...”

Mercy’s shoulders slumped as she turned back to her chair and sat down in it.

“How long was Moira on your team?” she said quietly.

“She... joined about two months after Jack made her tender her resignation,” said Genji, “I was with Reyes the night he recruited her.” 

Mercy’s lips thinned and she wasn’t looking at him. “So... how did it work? Would she just... cartoonishly avoid being seen by hiding behind vending machines? Dipping around corners?”

“I never actually saw much of her in Zurich or Rome. Reyes usually had her working remotely at a black site. The attack on Rome forced us to bring her into Zurich for her own safety and for our response to the attack.”

“So the resignation was all just theater to put her somewhere where she would have even less oversight and accountability,” Mercy’s lips were pulling back from her teeth in frustration.

“I... don’t really know the specifics of it,” said Genji.

Mercy was silent at this, sitting with her hands in her lap. 

“Angela,” he said her name and she looked up at him, “Believe me, if it weren’t for Blackwatch’s procedures, I would have told you. There were so many times I wanted to tell you---”

So many times I wanted you to help... he thought.

“Jack knew?” Mercy said quietly.

“He knew, to an extent,” said Genji, “To be fair, even McCree and I didn’t really know what she was doing at the black site... I suppose we also didn’t want to know.”

“And everyone’s been letting her tinker with my biotics doing god-knows-what to them and then leaving that ugly smear of what was once my work at the site of an act of--of---I don’t know what to call it--Extrajudicial murder?”

“Angela...” he brought up his prosthetic hand, apparently with the intention of putting it on her shoulder, but seemed to think better of it and drew it close to himself, “If I had known Reyes’s actions would impact you like this---”

“So Reyes’s actions are only wrong because they’re negatively impacting me,” said Mercy flatly, “Not because, I don’t know, it’s utterly horrific to shoot someone in the face while in the process of making an arrest?”

Genji was taken slightly aback by her bitterness. Then again... there was a decent chance she had been dealing with whatever angry emails from people all over the world who wanted her to answer for Blackwatch’s actions for several days now. But Blackwatch did the right thing, didn’t it?

“Antonio’s weapons trafficking with Talon was probably killing far more people than that...” Genji floated the words out there, assuming they might calm her down, “If it meant stopping him--”

“’Probably?’” Mercy’s voice was incredulous. She huffed, trying to process, “That-that’s not how this works, Genji. That’s not how the law is supposed to work. You don’t kill people on ‘Probablies!’” 

“The law wouldn’t have worked with him anyway. He bragged that he had allies who would get him out within the week.” 

“That doesn’t mean you kill him!”

“I didn’t kill him, Reyes did! I just--!” Genji huffed, the sound was metallic behind his faceplate, “Look, the Shimada clan are weapons traffickers, too. I know what kind of person we were dealing with.”

“It doesn’t matter what kind of person he is, what matters is the proper procedures! If Overwatch can’t hold itself to those standards, then we can’t call ourselves peacekeepers!” 

“Reyes brought me on the team because I’m an assassin,” Genji’s voice was unsettlingly even.

“You were brought on the team because you have unique intel and skills---”

“From being raised to be an assassin,” there was a smoldering frustration in Genji now, stepping toward Mercy, “Don’t confuse what you want me to be with what I am.” 

Mercy seemed to visibly wince at this. She glared up into his red eyes, her own gray-blue eyes bloodshot from staring at her screens. “Don’t confuse who you are with what’s convenient for Reyes,” she said darkly, “If you don’t see anything wrong with what Reyes did, then Jack suspending Blackwatch was the best call he could make.”

Genji’s skin was burning with fury beneath his faceplate. “Oh and I’m just supposed to sit on my hands and watch the Shimada clan continue to kill people because Blackwatch has to be suspended for Reyes’ mistake.”

“Yes, Genji! That’s how accountability works!” Mercy was wringing her hands. 

“So you’re willing to let--You weren’t-- you have no idea what I-- You--!” Genji was stumbling over his words, his anger seemed to be mashing the ability to translate in his head down into an angry pulp of Japanese with a few english swear words peppered in. He took a sharp seething inhale. “You know what? I’m leaving.”

“Fine!” Mercy threw the word after him as he turned on his heel and stepped out the door of the lab. 

He snarled with frustration beneath his faceplate as he quickly walked down the hall. Folding his arms tight across himself as he stepped into the elevator.

She doesn’t know, she wasn’t there so she has no right to talk about it like... Genji’s organic fingers squeezed on his prosthetic arm, Like... 

He took another breath. Fine, he thought, It’s fine. I’m sick of her acting like I’m anything other than... he looked at his prosthetic hand and realized he was shaking. He closed his fingers into a fist before stepping out of the elevator, still walking, angrily and quickly through the Blackwatch offices towards his own quarters. save for the small lights lining the pathways between desks and offices, Blackwatch was virtually pitch-black.

“Trouble in paradise?” a low melodious voice sounded across the underground offices and Genji flinched to see Moira barely illuminated by the multiple screens of Reyes’s main intel computer, holding a tablet in one hand and a lowball glass of whiskey in the other. She was donning that horn-like reverse biofeed, apparently lazily scrolling through some lab work. Shouldn’t the UN have seized it with the suspension? thought Genji.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Genji said curtly before continuing to walk.

“Personally I like when she gets all sanctimonious while Overwatch is actively screwing her over,” Moira looked back down at her tablet before sipping her whiskey. Genji stopped walking. “Reminds me of those little dogs yapping on the ends of leashes, and then their owners just get tired of them and scoop them up... and there’s a life story in 10 seconds. No power to begin with and all you can do is bark and bark--”

“If you talk about Doctor Ziegler like that again, you’ll--” Genji caught himself.

“Ah. So you were haunting her door,” Moira’s eyebrows raised with some amusement.

“You don’t know,” said Genji, stiffly.

“I know you’re easy to read,” said Moira, not even looking up from her tablet, “And I know we’re all slaves to habit. So what happened?”

“Nothing I’m sharing with you,” said Genji walking forward.

“That’s fine,” Moira kept scrolling through her tablet as Genji walked past her.

She was only a few steps behind him when she spoke up again. “I understand how deeply it stings, when you realize you’re not the person someone built up in their head.”

Genji paused again, his shoulders bunching up, and he glanced back at her.

“But I’ve also always had great admiration for those who know exactly who and what they are. I like to think it’s why Blackwatch was as efficacious as it was.... despite... some personality clashes,” she gave an easy shrug.

Genji was silent for a few seconds. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m only saying that you have my sympathy for finally understanding the difference between those up there,” she nodded up to the ceiling, to the upper levels of Overwatch, “And those of us down here.” 

Something prickled in Genji then. He remembered the weight of his father’s hands on his shoulders, saying, You have to understand, this is who we are. And Genji tensed then. 

“You’re not alone, Genji, that’s all I’m saying,” said Moira, sipping her whiskey.

“Good night, Moira,” was all Genji managed to say as he walked off.

[nooneelsecomesclose17]

I’ll leave what I’m chasing -  part 4

(AO3 link)

“Hi love, she’s been a little angel. I just put her down for a nap.” Sarah tells him as she opens the door. “Where’s Robert.”

“He’s laying down.” He swipes at his eyes, the tears that have been threatening ever since they’d talked finally making themselves known.

“Oh sweetheart, come on in. I take it you told him everything?” He nods. “Well, he knows now, that’s the main thing eh? He just needs some time.”

“He just looked so...beaten down. I shouldn’t have told him everything.”

“Secrets are no better. It’s all out now, the two of you can move on and forget about them.”

“Maybe. I just wish they could see him, the way I do. All they see is the smug troublemaker, they don’t see the real him, the one who hurts, who cries at stupid movies if there’s an animal in trouble, the one who used to sit up all night with Seb after a full day at work.”

“They don’t want to see it, and there’s no talking to people who can’t see further than the end of their nose. You can’t do any more than you’ve already done. Now it’s up to them.”

“It’s just...after he came home, I didn’t want anything else hurting him. He was scared when he went away you know and there was nothing I could do to reassure him because I know how bad it is in there.”

“He’s stronger than he thinks he is, we know that. Look, you just need to focus on him now, not your family.” He nods, it doesn’t make it easier though.

After a while Sarah speaks again, breaking the heavy silence that had fallen over them. “I remember the day he called me Mummy for the first time you know. Full of innocence and love, asking me if I’d be his Mummy and not just Sarah. Some days I wonder where that boy went.” Aaron doesn’t say anything as she turns to stare out of the window. “Sometimes I wish Jack were alive just so I could kill him myself for what he put him through.”

“You and me both.”

“I should have been here for him, for all of them. Maybe everything wouldn’t have been such a mess when they were growing up. Maybe Robert wouldn’t have left for so long and been on his own. I hate that I let him down, that he went through all of that without me.”

“You didn’t.” Aaron looks up to see Robert in the doorway. He looks ok, although there’s a redness to his eyes that Aaron knows is from crying. “You never let me down Mum.”

“You’re far too nice. Feeling better?”

“Yeah.” He bends to hug her, before moving to kiss Aaron on the top of the head. “Sorry I just disappeared.”

“It’s alright. I shouldn’t have dumped it all on you.”

“No, I’m glad I know. Saves me the bother of being nice. I don’t need anyone else, just you and the kids.” Sarah coughs, smiling at him. “And you. Thank you for being here, for helping. S’pose the two of you are going to gang up on me aren’t you?”

“Only when you need it.”

“So what do we do? About Mum? We can’t avoid the pub forever, I don’t fancy trekking to the Malt Shovel every time I want a pint.”

“Then don’t.” Sarah shrugged. “The two of you have no reason to hide. You should go in there with your head held high. I don’t like to talk ill of them Aaron but they don’t own this village even if they think they do, so if you want a pint have one. You too Robert.”

“Oh God, you’ve got her fired up now haven’t you.” Robert quips, earning himself a slapped hand. “Next thing she’ll be outside with placards.”

“Hush you.”

“She’s not wrong though. Maybe not tonight though, eh? Your Mum’s going to cook us dinner.”

“You’re cooking?” There’s a suspicious tone to his voice, with an accompanying smirk and Aaron can’t help laughing, relieved that he’s somewhat back to normal.

“None for you then!”

Later that night, full from Sarah’s cottage pie, with Seb tucked up in bed, and Ana laying between them chewing on the hem of Robert’s t-shirt, Aaron can’t help staring at him.

“What?”

“Nothin’, still can’t believe I got you back.”

“Regretting it?”

“If you start kicking me every night, maybe.” 

“You’re not angry I missed it all? Her?” He tickles Ana, revelling in her little squeal. 

“Well yeah, but we decided to go ahead together. We knew you wouldn’t be here, you not wanting contact didn’t change that. We’ve got a beautiful daughter, Robert. Nothing else matters.”

“And you lost your family.”

“No, I lost relatives. You, Seb and Ana are my family. I told ya. Besides, most of ‘em are just keeping Mum happy, they don’t really care. Anyway they’ve done the same or worse.”

“And Paddy? He’s your Dad.”

“Yeah, but the way I see it, if he truly loved me like he says, he’d be happy for me, he wouldn’t take every opportunity to talk you down. Anyway I’ve had enough talkin’ about them.”

“What do you want to talk about then?”

“You. Prison. You haven’t said anything about it.” He finds his hand, holds on tight as Robert looks away.

“There’s nothing to say. You know what it’s like.”

“That’s what worries me. I know you didn’t want to bring up memories for me or whatever, but you can talk to me. I won’t break. You helped me, I want to help you.”

“It was fine. As much as it could be. I kept my head down like you said.” He sighs. “I’m here Aaron, that’s all I care about.” Aaron decides to leave it, he knows if he pushes him Robert will just clam up and they’ll get nowhere. “What about you then? How did you cope?”

“Well...what are we using a gauge here? I didn’t sleep with anyone I shouldn’t if that’s what you’re asking.” He squirms as Robert pokes him in the ribs. He’d never thought he could joke about that time, but now after so long it didn’t matter.

“No?” He’s glad though, Aaron can tell.

“You really have to ask? Even if it weren’t for the screaming baby do you even think I would?”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you had.”

“Well I didn’t. My Mum did try and set me up once.”

“No doubt that went down like a cold cup of sick.”

“Ugh you’re disgusting! You’re not wrong though. She managed to pick a guy I knew from school, one who didn’t want to be near me anymore than I wanted to be near him.”

“Good. I won’t have to fend him off then. And that was it?”

“Unless you count Moira’s brother flirting with me trying to get me involved in one of his schemes yeah. Told ya, I didn’t have time let alone the inclination.”

“Moira’s brother?”

“I’m too tired to catch you up. If you want to gossip, Brenda’s just down the road., I’m sure she’ll be up for it.”

“You’re lucky our daughter is laying right there.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re all talk.”

[laurazepamwrites]

The Chemicals between us ~ Chapter 12

“Here is your office, Ma'am.” Said the young Vishkar receptionist, pushing open the frosted glass door to a pristine, well lit room that offered a generous view of the bustling city of Istanbul below.  “You have a video call from Mr Korpal at three.” Satya glanced at the clock, she had twenty minutes to settle into her new surroundings. “Thank you.” She said to the receptionist who gave her a polite nod and left. Satya looked around the room, it was her first time in Vishkars Turkish offices but no matter where you were in the world, Vishkars style was indistinguishable. Sleek, clean and modern. Satya walked to some nearby shelves which were sparsely adorned with a book on hard-light, a small model of the headquarters in Utopaea and to her distaste a wilting houseplant. She wiped a finger over the shelf and inspected it for dust, she made a satisfactory noise and seated herself at the desk which created a hard light screen in front of her. ‘Identification please.’ It spoke in a computerized female voice. Satya cleared her throat and answered. “Satya Vaswani, Architect.”

‘Voice recognition correct. Good afternoon Miss Vaswani.’ The screen split into three and a hard light keyboard emerged in front of her. She touched one screen which moved forwards of the other two and it was with this one she accessed her emails. The most recent one was from Sanjay who had moved her meeting forward, she replied quickly to alert him she had arrived in time and was waiting. Her next email made Satya narrow her eyes slightly, The header said ‘Do you wanna know a secret?’ followed by a small pixel of a purple skull. Satya tutted and deleted it promptly. Spammers always seemed to find their way into Vishkars email boxes. Perhaps the Juniors and Interns were using their time unwisely online, she should say something before one of them accidentally opens a virus. Looking up through the clear hardlight wall of her office she noticed the young woman that showed her in chatting with another member of staff. A young man who looked to be in his twenties, eating his lunch whilst talking to the young receptionist. Satya watched in disgust as he took a bite out of his food and watched a dollop of sauce land on his shirt. She grimaced..perhaps she would talk to them later. The second screen suddenly lit up and played a tune and rotated to the front. ‘Incoming call from Sanjay Korpal.’ The computer's voice informed her. Satya sat up even straighter if that was possible for her and smoothed out her perfectly kept clothes and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear before delicately swiping the screen to answer. “Good afternoon Sanjay.”

“Ah Satya, glad to see you have settled in. I do apologize for the change in times.”

“It was of no concern. I hope your meetings in Monaco have gone well.”

“They have indeed but I will not bore you with the details. Have you read the Istanbul brief?”

Satya swiftly brought up the files on the 3rd screen on her latest project. A few weeks had passed since she had left Oasis and had returned to Vishkars headquarters before being assigned to Turkey for -in her opinion- what was an underwhelming project for Vishkar. A small hardlight complex paid for by a local celebrity. It was beneath her.

“Is this not the kind of assignment for less skilled architects?”

Sanjay laughed. “Oh satya I do enjoy your bluntness. Whilst I would agree normally  I'm afraid I will need to keep you in the shadows a while longer, just until the Brazil fiasco is forgotten. We still haven't located the stolen technology. Correia dos Santos has been untraceable”

Satya felt a flair of anger rise within her and it showed in her tone. “Nevermind the technology..our mission was to help the people of Rio and they rebelled. Why am I the one to be punished for their lack of sense and gratitude?”

“Don't get upset Satya, you are not being punished. We just feel it would be best to keep you out of the limelight for a short while. I’m doing it myself, working behind the scenes as it were. Don't you worry, myself and the other executives have a huge project in the works and you'll be the one to create our vision. Take this time to rest yourself and perfect your art. We have great plans for you Satya. Do not concern yourself with people who refuse paradise for they do not deserve it.”

His words reminded her of her strange meeting with the Minister of Genetics, “You sound like Dr O’Deorain. She told me something similar herself when I met her in Oasis.”

Sanjay's face had gone from smiling to something much less approving and he shifted in his seat. “And what er..what is it the Madam minister told you?”

“She told me to remind you that sacrifices must be made for the greater good and order will be born from chaos.”

“Was that all?”

“Only that Vishkar shares Oasis ideals, where ingenuity will lead mankind to a greater future..She..She did mention how unfortunate Brazil was for us.”

Sanjay smirked unpleasantly and loosened the tie around his neck. “I can assume she put the fault at my door? The Minister has an eloquent way with words that still stab deeply. I'd expect no less of her.”

“Do you know her personally, Sanjay?”

“Hmm? Oh no, I met her only briefly when I have visited Oasis in the past. She is an ally of Vishkar and has voted for a partnership but I have yet to meet a more dangerous woman. she’ll find a weakness and unravel it like a thread.”

“She said I will rise from the ashes with the best of humanity.”

“Of course she did. Moira is a very clever woman and would be blind to not see your potential my dear. It's what I have always told you Satya, and soon you will come to understand that yourself once our grand vision comes to light under your hands. Do the dumb models house and enjoy your time in Turkey, soon everything will make sense I promise.”

“I need more information Sanjay, are we creating more cities? Brazil was a huge financial setback for us, how can we afford to-”

“Satya do not upset yourself with things you do not understand. All you need to know is what to build and where to build it. You’re an Architect, you have no need to concern yourself with the boring affairs of my work.” He was smiling at her but his jaw was clenched and eyes set hard on her. He hated being questioned and divulging the details of how Vishkar was run. Satya lowered her eyes. “I am sorry Sanjay.”

Sanjay relaxed and leaned back in his chair, “All is forgiven my dear, now why don't you take some time to explore the city? I will be in touch in a few days to hear how your project went. Remember, I expect nothing but perfection from you.”

Satya blinked at the now blank screen as Sanjay ended the call. She felt slightly ashamed for questioning him and risking his temper, it was not her place. 

She was simply the tool.

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Everyday around four in the afternoon on the plaza outside of the Vishkar Istanbul offices the local cafe takes out a cold trolley stocked with flasks of the traditional local drink called Şerbet. It was a routine of Arda Yilmaz, an office administrator for Vishkar, to come down to the plaza everyday to purchase the sugary drink. He would then sit on the edge of a grand stone fountain and watch his colleagues taking their own break, the locals going about their business or tourists studying a map and looking lost. Today was no different except for the fact the most established Architect Vishkar had was now in the building. He wiped at the sauce stain on his shirt hoping she wouldn't notice should he bump into her, Arda wanted to make a good first impression after all. He glanced at his watch and stood up, his break nearly over he began heading back to the office. In the corner of his eye he saw an old woman, walking heavily on a can and carrying a hefty shopping bag. She wore an intricately designed headscarf and large dark sunglasses. Arda paid her no mind until he heard a soft ‘Oh!’ coming from her direction, looking over as he prepared to swipe his ID card to enter the building he saw the old woman had dropped some shopping. 

“Oh thank you young man!” Said the woman in an Arabic accent as Arda knelt down to place her belongings back in her bag. “My daughter will scold me for doing too much again, My poor back will have hell to pay tomorrow.”

Arda stood up and handed the woman her shopping. “You’re welcome Ma’am. Do you live nearby? Can I call you a taxi?”

“Oh how sweet of you!” She said, reaching up and pinching his cheek. “My daughter is parked just around the corner, would you be a dear to help me the rest of the way?”

Arda smiled brightly at her and took the rest of her bags in one hand and offered her his elbow to assist her walking. The old woman gratefully accepted and as they walked she asked if he worked in that big beautiful building, he must be important to work there since she saw a grand looking car pull up earlier on her way to market with a serious looking woman leaving the vehicle.

“Oh you must have seen Satya Vaswani. She's the best architect Vishkar has, I don't know why they sent someone like her here though. She's a genius! Oh is that your car ma'am?” They had walked up a deserted alleyway to the only vehicle parked there. “Strange place to leave your car, there's a car park not far from here.”

“There is, dear. But there's a lot of cameras and security and I'm very shy.” Said the old woman letting go of his arm. Arda looked at her in surprise as she dropped her cane and stood up straight. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a gun. “This will only hurt for a minute.” She said and shot him in the leg. Poor Arda had barely time to react as an intense wave of fatigue washed over him and he slumped backwards and leant heavily on the boot of the car. Ana moved towards him, opening the back door and gently guided him in. He was too exhausted to resist and was seconds from sleep. “I'm sorry dear but you looked the nicest one to work with.” He heard her say. “You’ll wake up in a couple of hours and are free to leave, there's a pillow to sleep on and I left an energy bar in the glove compartment. You’re gonna feel rough when you wake up. Oh, i'll be needing this too..” She took the ID around his neck and pocketed it in her handbag. Ana took off the headscarf she wore stuffing it under the seat and replacing it with a floral scarf and a new pair of sunglasses. She topped her new disguise off with a sunhat. 

“You know, Vinegar and soda will get that mustard stain out of your shirt.” Ana smiled warmly at him. She shut the car door and Arda fell into the deepest slumber he would ever have.

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Mei tucked her hair behind her ear as she nervously watched Angela check them into the hotel. She did not doubt Athena's abilities to provide false identification but she was still scared they would be caught out or recognised. The Omnic receptionist typed away at the computer on the check in desk and Mei felt a rush of relief when he bid them welcome to Calais and gave Angela the room keys. Their room was adequate for the night with twin beds, shower and tv. Mei released Snowball from one of her bags and was instantly berated for his undignified imprisonment. “Well I'm sorry Snowball but the Commander said you could only come if you stay hidden.” She curtly retorted. She looked to Angela who had already unpacked the few essentials she brought and was tidying her long blonde hair in the mirror, hair pins sticking out of her mouth. “What do you suggest we do first Angela? One of the addresses Athena found is about a 10minute drive away.” 

Angela quickly pinned back her hair into a neat bun and admired it at different angles. “I think it's best to start from there before we draw too much attention to ourselves. After that we can act like tourists, get dinner then go over whatever we have found. We can discuss the Omnic rally tonight.”

“Do you think there will be trouble?”

“Depends who is in attendance” Angela said, checking her pistol and holstering it at the hip. “Liberte was supposed to be speaking but who knows who will take his place and if they will stir the crowds up, and don't forget Null sector where seen in the area not long ago. We must keep our guard up always.”

It didn't take long to locate the first lead, on a quiet street in Calais they found the residence of Pix Elle. A female omnic who had reported her husband Hub 0.5 missing only four days earlier. Angela parked up the car and got out, looking up at the grey imposing apartment building that housed humanoid Omnics. “They live here?” Mei asked, joining Angelas side. The building was old and dirty, in obvious disrepair and had pro Omnic graffiti paired with hateful anti omnic slogans. “Its terrible.” Stated Angela grimly. As they approached Pix Elles door Angela took out a badge from her handbag. “We’re journalists Mei, I’ll do the talking. We’ll keep it nice and casual so we don't arouse suspicion. She may be defensive.” Mei nodded in agreement, thankful Angela was taking charge. She had a brief thought that maybe it would have been a good idea to bring Zenyatta along to ease communications between humans and Omnic but it was too late for that. Angela gave the door a couple of knocks and Mei could hear movement from within, a minute later the door opened a crack, a softly glowing light blue omnic eye peered out at them. ���Hello?” It said with uncertainty.

“Pix Elle? My name is Amanda Muller and this is Lin Chang." Angela quickly showed her the holographic paper that Athena had tampered with to create a fake ID badge. “We work for ‘The connexion’ paper and wondered if you would be willing to help us with our report.” Pix Elle opened the door wider. “Is this about Hub's disappearance?” 

Angela glanced at Mei. “Yes. We think he may not be the only one missing and we need as much information as possible. Can you assist us?” 

Pix Elle looked between the two women and opened the door fully. “Yes! Yes please come in, I was beginning to think no one was going to help. The police said there wasn't much they could do, just to put out flyers with his face on. Is that how you found me? Oh! Please sit, I'm sorry this place is such a mess! We don't usually have human visitors so i'm afraid I can't offer you anything to drink.”

“Please don't worry about us, we’re here to help.” Angela gestured to a chair opposite herself and Mei. “Can you tell me about your husband?”

Pix Elle sat and looked down sadly. “Hub is a good man. He never got into any trouble and this is not like him I swear. He always comes straight home from work. I..I don't know what to do. No one wants to help Omnics, even my own kind is too scared to help. They think they will disappear too!”

“How many have disappeared Pix Elle?” Asked Mei.

“Three that I know of, maybe more?” She answered.

“Do you know them? Does Hub?” Angela asked.

“No, I don't think so, he tells me everything.”

Angela took a notebook from her bag. “Where does Hub work, Pix Elle?”

“At the Port, he works on moving cargo..for Global Freight. He finishes late at night and then one night he just didn't come back. This was nearly four days ago! What If something bad has happened to him?” She was clearly upset.

“That's what we want to find out about Pix Elle, we want to find out what's been happening to Omnics lately. Has anything strange been happening here? Anything you have seen?”

“Well..I saw some strange looking Omnics outside the apartment but only once. They sprayed the building but so many do.. There's alot of omnic gangs around, do you think they hurt him?”

Angela shared a look with Mei, “It's a possibility. Pix Elle what do you know of Null Sector?”

“Null Sector? They’re an extremist Omnic rights cell yes? I know a couple of members were caught here not long ago but they were released without charge. Do..do you think Hub has joined them?”

“Im not sure Pix..”

“If he has then he’s surely alive right?! Hub always talk about omnic rights and how we deserve better! We planned on going to the rally together tomorrow. Maybe he’ll be there!”

Mei looked sadly at the Omnic who was now full of hope. It was cruel how they were treated, how they lived. She looked around the tiny apartment. It was cold and dark, the only light coming from a small window. They had little furniture, few possessions..a photo frame caught her eye. Mei stood up and walked over to it, gently picking it up. “Is this Hub?” She asked.

“That was taken a few days after we met, Hub took me to a protest as a first date could you believe! It was a wonderful day, Tekhartha Mondatta was the speaker. May the Iris embrace him.”

“Did you know Liberte was meant to be at the rally tomorrow?” Angela asked.

“Yes, me and Hub looked forward to seeing him but he’s cancelled his last 3 events. He is still using his social media and has urged his followers to still attend despite the threat of Null sector. Maybe he will be there, like Hub!”

Angela looked sympathetically at her. “I'm sure we will get to the bottom of this Pix Elle, and I hope you get the closure you need. I think Lin and I have what we need from you, we won't disturb you any longer.” Angela stood up and held out her hand for the omnic to shake. Pix Elle grasped it tightly with both hands. “It means so much that someone heard my cry for help, please. Please help bring my Hub home!”

“We’ll do our best Pix Elle, I promise. Maybe we’ll see you at the rally tomorrow.” Angela smiled gently at her and pulled her hand away. Once they had left and walked down the stairs did they speak. “Do you think he joined Null sector?” Mei asked. “Do you think any of them did?”

Angela looked sadly back at her. “No Mei..I think they are dead. Whatever is happening to them, whatever purpose. I don't think there's a happy ending for them. Maybe whatever happened to these omnics is different from what happened to the ones In Bryansk..I don't know. It's bad though. It's very bad.”

Mei pushed the door to the apartment building open. “Do you think Liberte is even missing? Pix Elle said he’s still using his social media, maybe it's personal reasons after all..?”

“Unless someone else is using his account.” Said Angela, who had stopped to look at some Omnic graffiti on the building. “This must be the one Pix Elle spoke about. It looks new.” Mei looked at it, it was an Omnic rising into the air, silhouetted against a bright golden sun in a blood red sky. Beneath him was charred bones and burning buildings, strange symbols lined the bottom which looked like the Omnics coded language. “Wow that's erm..bold?” Mei said with uncertainty, suddenly feeling very exposed in an Omnic neighbourhood. “I agree, let's move on.” Said Angela taking her arm and steering her towards the car. 

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The security guard looked up with suspicion as Ana used the Vishkar ID to enter the building. “Oh hello young man, I hope i'm in the right place. This badge belongs to my grandson, he told me he left it at home and got into some trouble this morning for forgetting it. He’s working late so I also brought him dinner.” 

The guard studied the ID and recognised the employee, didn't he see him leave earlier? Perhaps he was mistaken. He can't be expected to remember every single person that went through those doors.

“There's also my famous almond biscuits if I need to bribe my way in?” The old woman whispered cheekily.

The guard chuckled lightly. “No need Ma'am. I believe he works on the 9th floor, the elevator is down the corridor on the left.”

“Thank you dear.”

One of the elevator doors opened as Ana approached, she stepped aside to allow the person to leave and was pleasantly surprised to come face to face with none other than Satya Vaswani. “After you my dear.” Ana said pleasantly, gesturing to go ahead. “Thank you.” Satya replied politely and walked into the foyer. Ana noted she looked somewhat flustered but thanked her own good luck that Satya was leaving as she pressed the button for the top floor. Some people entered and left the elevator but gave her no mind, polite nods of greeting were exchanged but why would anyone give a thought to an old woman. The 9th floor came and went as Ana accessended to the top of the building, stepping out confidently and walking in the spacious well lit reception area. Ana took note of how many offices were on this floor, three in total. Each one housed a potential treasure trove of information, but it was only one she needed to access.

“Can I help you?” A young receptionist asked as Ana approached.

“Ah yes dear, I have my Grandsons ID and dinner. I was told to bring it to the 9th floor.”

“Oh, well this is the 15th floor Ma’am.” The receptionist said politely. “May I take the ID?”

“Oh my damn eyes get worse everyday.” Ana laughed and handed her the badge and eyed up the doors, spotting Satya's name on the end office. “Oh your Ardas grandmother?” The receptionist said brightly. “How sweet, he always talks about you.”

“Of course he does, I'm an amazing woman.”

“Im so sorry to hear about your husband.”

“Yes, well death takes us all in the end my dear.”

“Oh..Arda told me he left with a woman half his age..?”

“Oh for the love of..!” Ana rolled her eye, swiftly pulling out her sleep gun and darted the girl in the neck. She went down quicker than Arda had and she made quite a noise as her head hit the desk. Ana braced herself expecting a couple of Vishkar executives to investigate the noise but the offices appeared to be unoccupied.

“My luck is soon going to run out” Ana said to herself as she positioned the receptionist into a more comfortable position and took her phone off the hook. She snatched her ID off her neck and quickly went to Satya's office, thankful the ID allowed her entry. Ana sat at the desk and was greeted with a hard light screen. ‘Identification please.’ The screen asked. 

“Athena do your magic” Ana whispered as she attached a small microchip to the screen. Instantly it changed from blue to green as Athena began hacking into the Vishkar computer. Lines of code repeated over and over making Ana doubt it was working. ‘Voice recognition correct. Good afternoon Miss Vaswani.’ Oh!

“Athena you are truly a marvelous creation.” Ana praised as she began downloading information onto the microchip. She checked her watch..she had been in this building less than 15minutes and was soon to walk out her payload. This old woman still had a few tricks up her sleeve.

“What do you think you are doing?” Satya asked coldly from the door to the office.

‘Shit..’

[justiceformothra]

Overwatch Heroes as Iconic Vines

Ana:  I DIDN’T GET NO SLEEP CAUSE OF YA’LL, YA’LL NOT GONNA GET NO SLEEP CAUSE OF ME

Ashe:  Bitch you gon step on my fucking toe bitch with those fuckin cowgirl fuckin boots, bitch DISGUSTING

Baptiste:  Shut up, your mother buys you Megablocks instead of Legos

Bastion: “If your name is Junior, and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand” *raises hand happily*

Brigitte: I don’t care about my haters, so if you wanna fight me then fight me

D.Va: *the kid doing shots of Listerine*

Doomfist: Don't mess with me, I have the power of God and anime on my side *screams*

Genji: I’M A BAD BITCH, YOU CAN’T KILL ME

Hanzo: Hey everybody, today my little brother pushed me, so I’m starting a Kickstarter to put him down 

Junkrat: STOP SAYING I LOOK LIKE CHICKEN LITTLE, HE’S DUMB AND A COWARD, AND I AM NOT A COWARD

Lucio: When there’s too much drama at school, all you gotta do is, walk awAaAaAaAYyYyYyY

McCree: I wanna be a cowboy, baby. I wanna be a COWBOY, baby.

Mei: Everyone excuse my potty mouth - SHUT THE FUCK UP

Mercy: *the girl in the car listening to Sam Smith, that  e x a c t  face*

Moira: Uh I’m not finished yet. Oh my god, can you let me do what I need to do

Orisa: We’re gonna drink this vodka down the hatch *spits it out immediately*

Pharah: Go back to sleep. And starve.

Reaper: We all die, you either kill yourself or get killed *whatchu gon do*

Reinhardt: People are constantly asking me, what it’s like to be a sex god? *smacks head on chair*

Roadhog: “Kevin, Kevin, Kevin watch the light dude!” *smashes the light*

Soldier 76: Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does

Sombra: BUENOS DIAS MUCHATALATAS

Symmetra: tHaT’s mY OPINION

Torbjorn: Uh uh hold up, you messin’ with my truck? Are you messin with my truck dipstick? *aggressively nunchucks*

Tracer: ....WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FORRRRRR

Widowmaker: I don’t need friends, they disappoint me

Winston: Fuck, I can’t believe you’ve done this

Wrecking Ball: “Yo, what’s the scoop?” Penis

Zarya: “Who’s that Pokemon?” IT’S PIKACHU “It’s Clefairy!” FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK

Zenyatta: Well, when life gives you lemons *thomas the tank engine theme*

P.S. I was genuinely stuck with Hammond and Bastion’s ones, I just figured Bastion would be very happy about being called handsome!

[lethalneuroses]

Perennial

‍Moira makes a habit of bringing flowers when she comes to call. Angela can't get her to say why.

For Moicy Week Day 2, Spring/Winter

The first time, Moira brought a single white carnation.

It was carried neatly in the pocket of her wine-purple button-down, and Angela thought it was simply an ostentatious addition to her wardrobe. But when they were done, and Moira had gone, and Angela pulled herself reluctantly from the sheets, she found the flower lying on her desk. She lifted the blossom with careful fingers and inhaled.

The flower had little fragrance—picked too long ago, she supposed—but it smelled faintly of Moira’s cologne. She stood there for longer than she would care to admit, breathing in the scent until she couldn’t distinguish it any longer.

The next was a hibiscus, large and gorgeous and the colors of a sunset. Moira proffered it in thin fingers and then, when Angela’s focus moved from the flower to her face, she carefully tucked it behind her ear. Her nails trailed down her jaw and lifted her chin, and then their mouths were crashing together and Angela forgot the flower as more carnal pleasures took her.

Later, she discovered torn petals and pollen smeared across her sheets, and she wondered if that was what she looked like too, a pretty thing ravaged by a force beyond its control.

Eventually she worked up the courage to ask, when Moira brought her a bouquet and Angela was forced to realize that Moira was at the very least ordering them from off-base if not going off herself, and she didn’t like that thought.

The flowers seemed to speak of something other than what their relationship was. They ignored or barely tolerated each other in public, frequently lost their tempers at each other, and spent most of their time in the same room bickering. It was true that the fighting had recently devolved into fucking, but that had very little to do with liking each other and more to do with the spark that had endured, patient, since they met, stoked by each argument and every time she was forced to listen to Moira’s drawl and look at her face.

“Why do I bring you flowers?” Moira said incredulously, somehow making the question sound ridiculous just by repeating it. Her hand wrapped around Angela’s waist to bring their hips together, and an answer didn’t seem so important any longer.

“Yes,” Angela murmured, though her hands were fussing with Moira’s tie and her attention was further diverted by the thigh spreading her legs apart to press torturously against Angela’s center. Through her pants and underwear the friction was much too little, and she was hungry. She wanted them both naked and her riding Moira’s thigh properly in her cramped dorm bed, smearing her wetness across all that pale skin…

“Good girls deserve flowers, don’t they?” Moira said into her neck, but the words became kisses and licks and bites. Angela moaned and let herself fall back onto her bed, pulling Moira down by her shirt and holding her head in place by the hair.

More. More…

“Oh, that’s right, though,” Moira continued. Her hands made quick work of Angela’s blouse and bra and then toyed carelessly with her breasts. “You’re not a good girl. You’re a dirty slut who texts me every week and begs me to fuck her.”

Angela couldn’t respond except in moans of affirmation as she spread her legs to accommodate Moira between them, as she ached with her need to be touched.

“And the only flower you’re concerned with is this one.”

Moira’s hand was in her panties, a practiced finger collecting nectar from between Angela’s lips, and then Moira had nothing else to say.

Once again, when they were done and Moira had gone, Angela stood and wandered over to her desk. The wetness coating the inside of her thighs felt cool and uncomfortably sticky now as she moved.

The orchid was still there, a beautiful single stem. Moira had even brought a little jar filled with water. Angela didn’t know how long it would last; her inward-facing dorm didn’t even get sunlight. She could bring it to the lab where they had grow lights, but she didn’t want to. She wanted it here.

The flowers were cyclame the last time, the time when Ana was six feet under and the organization that employed both of them was pulling apart at the seams. Moira’s face was stony and her words brusque, and Angela was adrift in a sea of purposeless grief that left her desperately grasping for anything she could hold onto.

Moira made a good thing.

But for once the harsh words they exchanged weren’t softened by kisses.

“I don’t want to hear how little you think of me.” Moira’s face was etched with contempt. “All your hatred of who I am and what I do never extends to when you send me your coy little texts, does it?”

“I didn’t know,” Angela gritted out, cold and angry, her eyes fixed on the monstrous arm that was proof of Moira’s self-experimentation. What was she doing? What was Blackwatch doing? How deep did the well go down?

“And if you knew you never would have kept my number? You told me exactly what you thought of me before; you just forgot long enough to get off. But I’ve no interest serving as a vibrator to someone who insists she so ardently loathes me.”

Moira stood. She was tall, and the ceiling low, and she seemed to take up all the space. It occurred to Angela what was about to happen and she wanted to reach out or find pretty words to smooth over the argument, but she didn’t.

“You know why I bring flowers?” Moira asked, jutting her chin at the pot on Angela’s desk. “For something to stay the night. And they’re prettier than I am, aren’t they, Doctor Ziegler?”

She closed the door sharply behind her, leaving just Angela and the little flowers, which in the dim light already seemed to be wilting.

[al-winchester]

Overwatch Headcannons

First request is for Marvel quotes that match Overwatch characters! Thank you for being my first headcannon requester, Anon!

Ana - 'The world has changed and none of us can go back. All we can do is our best, and sometimes the best that we can do is to start over.' - Peggy Carter

Ashe - 'Don’t do anything I would do, and definitely don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. There’s a little gray area in there, and that’s where you operate.' - Tony Stark

Baptiste - 'You get hurt, you hurt 'em back. You get killed... walk it off.' - Captain America

Bastion - 'Activating instant kill.' - Karen

Brigitte - 'I choose to run towards my problems. Not away from them. Because that- That is what heroes do. (bonk)' - Thor

D.Va -  'I'm fluent in Google Translate.' - Doctor Strange

Doomfist -  'You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did.' - Nick Fury

Genji - 'I have too much swag for this place!' - Tony Stark

Hanzo -  'The city is flying. We’re fighting an army of robots. And I have a bow and arrow. None of this makes sense.' - Clint Barton

Junkrat - 'That's for when things get really hardcore... or if you wanna blow up moons.' - Rocket

Lucio - 'I told you, I don't want to join your super-secret boy band.' - Tony Stark

McCree -  'Finally, somebody who speaks English.' - Tony Stark

Mei -  'That's right! You're about to be killed by a zamboni! In five minutes!' - Deadpool

Mercy - 'I watched you sleep. Uh, I mean, I observed you while you were unconscious.' - Phil Coulson

Moira - 'Can you believe they call us criminals when he's assaulting us with that haircut?' - Rocket

Orisa - 'Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to exit the donut.' - Nick Fury

Pharah - 'If we can't protect the earth, you can be damned sure we'll avenge it.' - Tony Stark

Reaper - 'I'm glad you asked that, because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan.' - Ultron

Reinhardt -  'NOTHING goes over my head! My reflexes are too fast, I would catch it.' - Drax

Roadhog - 'This drink, I like it. Another!' - Thor

Soldier 76 - 'I can do this all day.' - Captain America

Sombra - Dr. Stephen Strange: What's this? My mantra?

Mordo: The Wi-Fi password. We're not savages.  

Sigma - 'A thing isn't beautiful because it lasts.' - Ultron

Symmetra - 'The truth is a matter of circumstance. It's not all things to all people all the time.' - Black Widow

Torbjorn - 'I came to realize that I had more to offer this world than just making things that blow up.' - Tony Stark

Tracer - 'We know each other! He's a friend from work!' - Thor

Widowmaker -  'I went from despising you to almost liking you.' - Hope Van Dyne

Winston - 'You won't like me when I'm angry.' - Bruce Banner

Wrecking Ball -  'Oh, we're using our made-up names?' - Peter Parker

Zarya - 'I don't know if you've been in a fight before, but there's usually not this much talking.' - Falcon

Zenyatta -  'You know I believe true balance lies somewhere between rage and serenity.' - Charles Xavier

Ah, man. Writing these really brought back memories. And gave me an excuse to rewatch basically the entire MCU. While playing Overwatch. In a Spider-Man onesie.

[lets-just-daydream]

Heyyyy can u do an engineer s/o for moria/mercy/ana where the s/o builds them mechanical bodyguards that end up saving them ? love yaa 👌😚

omg cuuuuute! Thanks for your request!

*

MOIRA

“What is this?” Moira asked, staring at the mechanical bodyguard. “Are you making Omnics, now?”

“No,” you said with a playful punch to her shoulder. “It's a bodyguard - for you. I know you like to keep your work secret and whatever so it'll alert you when people are coming. Or it'll protect you if someone tries to attack you. Then it'll alert me and… well you get the idea.”

She took in the look of you, beaming proudly next your creation. Grease staining your nose and forehead. Your hair was a mess and your cap was half on your head.

“You must have spent a lot of time on this,” she marveled, admiring your handiwork.

“I did!” you said proudly.

“Then I love it. Thank you for thinking of me,” she said, grabbing your hand and pulling you in for a hug.

Later that evening, you got an alert on your phone from the bodyguard that there was trouble. You dropped everything and bolted to Moira's lab, calling for backup from any available Blackwatch agents on your way.

You arrived at her lab to see shattered flasks and beakers and liquids of all colours painting the walls and floor.

“What happened?” you asked Moira who stood in a corner looking at the mess around her. She simply pointed at the bodyguard which had a familiar looking agent pinned down on the ground.

“I think he's a spy for an enemy association,” she explained. “He snuck in and when I noticed him and asked who he was, he attacked me. That's when your marvelous creation stepped in and saved me.”

“Oh my goodness,” was all you could say after Moira's explanation. “I'm so glad you're okay. And I'm so glad it works!” you said, patting the creation's back.

“As am I,” Moira said, looking at the machine. “You've saved my life today, I don't know how I could ever repay you for that.”

“You don't need to,” you said with a smile.

MERCY

“Mechanical bodyguard?” Mercy questioned as you all walked onto the drop-ship, taking your seats. “And the Strike-Commander approved by along to the mission?”

“Yep!” you replied. “We did heaps of tests on the training grounds and got it examined and everything. He's really impressed and he said that if it goes well today, I'll get a promotion and produce more of them?”

“Wow, in a time like this with issues with Omnics, I'm surprised,” she said, staring at the mechanical being in awe.

“Well,” you started. “It's not the same as an Omnic. It's just metal pieces I welded together and a program I design- you know what nevermind,” you stopped as you saw you had lost Mercy's attention.

“It doesn't have feelings,” you explained. “It's not a complex being.”

“Right, I think I understand,” Mercy replied slowly.

“Just wait until you see it in action!”

During your mission, Mercy got separated from the rest of the team as she tended to the injuries of a local child.

“Mercy?” you called over the comms.

“Yes, accounted for,” she responded.

“Thank goodness, I thought we'd los-” but you were cut off by her shriek for help. You took off in her direction with a group of people following you.

“Angela!” you cried, as you saw the medic, being held by the bodyguard, holding a child in her arms. “Are you okay?” you fussed over her as she was lowered to the ground.

“Yes,” she replied, still holding the child. “We were attacked but your… invention was right behind me the whole time.”

The other agents asked where the attacker went and Mercy pointed them in the direction they fled.

Mercy thanked you profusely for saving her life and the young girl's life. You were telling her that it was no problem at all when you felt someone tugging at your clothes. You looked down to see the young girl.

“Thank you for saving me,” she said quickly, hugging your leg. She then hugged the bodyguard's leg and thanked it, too before running back to her parents.

“Well, I think we have a very positive report to submit to the Strike-Commander,” Mercy said with a giggle.

ANA

“A mechanical bodyguard?” Ana asked, eyeing the towering machine suspiciously. “Why?”

“So it can take care of you,” you replied.

“You do that think I'm capable of taking care of myself?” she asked, offended.

“I didn't say that,” you said, trying not to roll your eyes. “But it'll just be there looking out for you if you need it.”

“Darling, I've taken care of myself for years, as a Captain, nonetheless,” she said. “I don't need a bodyguard.”

“Please?” you pleaded. “Just give it a chance and I know you'll warm up to the idea. I worry about you when you're there and I can't be there to look after you. I know Jack is there to protect you but I still worry.”

Ana could see how much this meant to you. And while she was stubborn, her appreciation for you overruled.

“Alright,” she said, giving in. “But if I don't like it, it goes.”

“Don't worry, you'll love it! I programmed it myself and everything,” you said, proud of your handiwork.

“Then I have nothing to fear,” Ana said with a smile.

She left on a mission later that day with Strike-Commander Morrison and a small team. The bodyguard left with her on the mission and you watched your phone for any updates on Ana's status on the mission. Everything seemed to be going smoothly.

Suddenly, you got a notification saying that Ana was injured and in danger. You sprung into action, calling the Strike-Commander.

“Hello?” he said into his earpiece, confused.

“Jack!” you breathed into the phone.

“What are you doing? I'm on a mission!”

“Ana's in danger, you gave to find her!” you cried.

“What? How do you - oh the robot…”

“Jack! Stay focused, you need to find Ana, please!”

“I'm on it. We'll update you shortly.”

The called ended and you waited for what felt like forever until he called you back.

“How is she? Is she okay?” you asked as soon as you answered.

“Hello to you to,” Ana said drily.

“Ana!”

“I’m okay, we're on our way back now - a little earlier than anticipated. But I have your robot to thank for saving my life. I was in trouble.”

“I'm so glad you're okay,” you said with a sigh of relief.

“Me too,” she said with a laugh. “Alright, I'll see you when we get back, bye.”

You hung up and sighed in relief. She was probably going to keep it around for a she at least.

[winsoongi]

Sorry it’s hyperfixation hour. Anyway I think it’s really interesting how people view goats as a playstyle rather than a composition at this point because of how intense the microplay is and how people tend to view tanks and supports. Like, to compare to dps metas, if you have double sniper for instance and make a single swap of hanzo to pharah, it’s considered an entirely distinct composition from double sniper even though the general concept (break shield as fast as possible and hold angles which force the enemy into undesirable positions) is the same. With goats, because people tend to consider changes in supports and tanks much less important bc traditionally those roles are seen as the backdrop to dps, people lump together any hero change as just [X] goats. Like people call Winston goats Winston goats (there’s no other good name for it unfortunately 😔) even though it is an ENTIRELY different playstyle from standard goats. Standard goats is played as a deathball where the goal is to run the enemy over before they run you over, while Winston goats isn’t about doing damage (because you will NEVER outdamage standard goats) as much as it is about using dives to sow enough chaos in the enemy formation that your team can gain the upper hand. Like, Ana goats, baptiste goats, sombra goats, sombra Winston goats, Ana Winston goats, and Moira goats all have very different goals as compositions. but people just refer to them as goats variations even though some of them (sombra Winston specifically) don’t even play like goats anymore!!! People just see no dps and lump everything together because they have “similar” playstyles, even though this is something that’s not really ever been done for other metas. This is something a lot of people have noticed and joked abt (“oh boy can’t wait to see some genji tracer Winston goats!!” and also how people are calling the new mei/reaper meta fortnite goats which I personally think is hysterical) but it’s just really interesting to me how because people tend to gloss over the intricacies of picking specific supports or specific tanks vs others, they lump all “”””deathball””” (in scare quotes bc a lot of them really aren’t deathball comps) under the umbrella of goats because they don’t care to notice the differences in playstyles bc all anyone cares about is how good dps click heads. Anyway none of this matters since 2-2-2 lock hit but goats and how different versions of it played against each other was a lot more interesting than people gave it credit for but people ignored that since it was harder to tell what was going on since there was a lot less happening in the killfeed

[docholligay]

madegeeky replied to your post “kumeko replied to your photo “Holy jumped up Jesus fuck.  What an...”

FRIENDSHIP. OVER.

PROMISES PROMISES

madegeeky replied to your post “kumeko replied to your photo “Holy jumped up Jesus fuck.  What an...”

I HAVE FINISHED OHMYGOD HOW DARE YOU, I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW

GOOD GOOD LET THE HATE FLOW

madegeeky replied to your post “kumeko replied to your photo “Holy jumped up Jesus fuck.  What an...”

Started reading the second part. "it's Winston's handwriting" OH FUCK YOU HOLLIGAY, JUST FUCK YOU ALL TO HELL BACK. THAT'S IT, FRIENDSHIP OVER, I'M GONNA GO MAKE FRIENDS WITH THAT PERSON WHO THINKS HARUKA IS SATINE JUST TO SPITE YOU

ahahah I knew that would particularly be nice for you, that you might enjoy that fully. 

kumeko replied to your post “kumeko replied to your photo “Holy jumped up Jesus fuck.  What an...”

It's also nice to see that even if fareeha and mercy didn't get Moira, Tracer did. (and the hints that maybe Ana managed to change for the better?)

Yeah, it’s a whole **thing** in my world, but Tracer is the one, at the end of the day, that puts a bullet though Moira’s head, and she feels 0% sorry for any of it, sleeps like a baby that very night, no questions asked. And yes, hmmm, it may be that Ana Amari finally learns a lesson? And while she and Fareeha may never be BESTIES they find a way to manage a relationship? 

kumeko replied to your post “kumeko replied to your photo “Holy jumped up Jesus fuck.  What an...”

ahhh, what a soft follow up. I especially loved the line of "Fareeha didn't need her to say what she already knew". Fareeha trying so hard not to be her mother's daughter, to be better, and you can tell it worked by how loved Avi feels. Winston still has a connection to others, he's an uncle! who has enough impact on someone they're considering changing life plans for him! ahhhh!

yes! That’s part of what I was trying to get across in all this, that Fareeha has been made softer by life and love, and she has learned to relax and be a little vulnerable, and that’s okay. I almost jokingly call my universe “Fareeha Amari learns to chill” but it’s true, too, that she’s the central character who grows and changes the most. And yes! Winston gets to have a big part of Avi’s life and be her uncle and watch her, and Tracer WASN’T a liar, Winston doesn’t spend his life alone, ever. He has plenty of people who love him. 

tymp3st replied to your post “kumeko replied to your photo “Holy jumped up Jesus fuck.  What an...”

This simultaneously nearly made me cry and also made me laugh once I reached that last bit. It's so sweet, Lena writing this letter to the future, to Fareeha and Angela's daughter who will have never met her. But then that last part lands, that she figures the best way to memorialize her is to do something to needle Fareeha, I laughed a lot at that.

You know that Lena, somewhere in the great beyond, is watching Pharah try NOT to correct something like that, and her eye is twitching, and Lena is cackling. 

power-of-a-name replied to your post “kumeko replied to your photo “Holy jumped up Jesus fuck.  What an...”

I needed the reminder that it’s okay for plans to change.

I think sometimes we all do, so I am glad this was here for that. 

lemon-embalmer replied to your post “kumeko replied to your photo “Holy jumped up Jesus fuck.  What an...”

kidfic is basically never my thing. I always love your kidfic, be it this or the MaS au

I have read plenty of kidfic and I’ll say I don’t care for a solid 80% of it, because often the kid ends up being a prop more than a fully realized human being. And I think that’s the case with a lot of OC fic. Not to like, pat my own ass, but I start thinking about any OCs long before I publish anything with them. What are they like? WHat do they want in life? How do they struggle? I have loads of fic written about Yael, and Avital, and Bert, and M.A., etc, not because I have any intention of publishing it, but because writing someone is how I FIND them, if that makes sense. How I know who they are. And I think if you don’t carefully consider “How is this kid not merely something for her parents to act upon, but someone with her own inner life” it can feel very bland. 

This is why I balked so hard in Valkyrie about the reveal that Mercy’s parents were ALSO both doctors. Like, come on now. Legacy is great and important, fuck I made Lena a legacy, but you have imbue that with meaning, otherwise it becomes a very sad “she did it because her parents did” which removes humanity from everyone involved. Which is why with Avi I was like, “She’s not going into medicine or command, at all. She’s her own person.” 

[brancadoodles]

I'm fucking pumped for Baptiste, too! I know it's a little early bc they haven't dropped all his voice lines and stuff yet, but care to share any hopes/hcs/speculation about his potential interactions with sombra or your Baptiste/pharah/Mercy thoughts?

I’m still t r y i n g to get the PTR to work because the servers are busy when I try and I’ve been busy myself when not lol. I do know he blows kisses and I’m falling harder for him each day.

ok so, hopes & dreams for Baptiste in general, Sombra is there in the middle:

(under the cut it long)

- A hero that directly cares for the oppressed and it’s shown doing that but not as an outsider coming to help = long yesssssssssssssssss

- HE A DAD. I need more parent characters in this game. Ana, Torb, and Rein (as an honorary dad to Brig) = amazing, but their kids are already up and about and the only ones able to bring them down are mom & dads. I’d love to see him as a dad of a child or teenager. Did I mention I love the parent trope I love the parent trope oh yeah you do know I have 45 Kid AUs.

- I truly hope he’s one to punch injustice in the face until it’s just again. Like Pharah. I think it’s an amazing strategy and I want them to be buds.

- I also truly hope he snags Sombra by the skin of her neck and throws her 200 meters away like Sombra bugs everybody but not Baptiste.

- and snags Symmetra by the skin of HER neck and throws her in the heat of the battle because he’s tired of listening to her.

- tbh I want him grabbing people and throwing them in general directions as his ult Blizzard please hire me my ideas are always genius

- PLEASE have him be friends with Lúcio. PLEASE have Lúcio have a slight crush on him, at least.

- Also I want him punching Moira in that very puncheable Moira face.

- If he doesn’t have a zombie skin as in Haitian voodoo zombie for Halloween Terror I’m going to be very pissed

- Please make him NOT cishet pleeeeeease blizzard

About the Faith Mercy Justice ship (this is how i’m calling it because f u c k i t a l l once someone comes up with a better name I’ll change):

- idk i’m just thirsty

- Okay jokes apart: They’re all driven by the desire to do things right as protect the ones that need the most. I think they’d make a beautiful poly…c… couple? (I have next to zero idea of specific terms in poly in other languages, apologies).

- They’d work together and support each other suring the hard times. They’d understand each other and share experiences the others never had access to. Think of it: Baptiste and Mercy were orphaned in the war and choose to heal and protect the innocent; Pharah and Baptiste are on to, like I mentioned, punch injustice in the face to protect what’s right; Pharmercy is Pharmercy you don’t need me for that. I think the three of them would do well together.

- But like I mentioned before I’m not all that knowledgeable of poly relationships, so to develop that (if I ever feel like doing so) I’d have to do some research first.

- As I, as usual, consider every Overwatch character non-monosexual (bi, pan, etc) except when explicitly stated otherwise (like with Tracer and 76), I see no issue with putting a man in middle of Pharah and Mercy. I headcanon Mercy as an almost True Bi with a small penchant to men, and Pharah as a Mostly Lesbian But Sometimes I’m Shocked At Myself Falling For Dudes Pan. And Baptiste as a Hey I’m Gay so I- Oh Crap They’re Hot Bi.

- (“Headcanon” is the keyword here. Chill everybody.)

- Now, as I’m noticing that a few people seem bothered by the fact that I’m somehow “tainting” a “lesbian couple”, and ignoring the fact this is a fictional work with zero canonical info on how these 3 go, and that poly relationships exist, and that non-monosexual people exist, and that men who like women aren’t the bane of existence for simply existing nor are women/lesbians heavenly just because they exist, and that ot3 doesn’t imply an unhealthy or abusive or un-feminist relationship, and that this is my blog and I do what I want, AND ALSO BECAUSE IT BOTHERS RADFEMS APPARENTLY, I’M STICKING HARDER WITH IT.

- Also I wasn’t joking I’m also thirsty.

- (I also hc Baptiste/Lúcio please please Blizzard pleaaaase)