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DEAD OF NIGHT • SOAP X CIVILIAN!READER PART 2

SCENARIO: you're a civilian who got caught up in a mission soap was on. he ends up in your care while the rest of the 141 is dealing with the mission at hand while looking for him.

you live in a small cabin and it's quite literally in the middle of the woods. it's big enough for one or two people, so taking in soap wasn't an issue. the only issue on the table was the fact he was bleeding out...

**told in y/n pov**

By the time I got into town, the sun was just cresting over the mountains and illuminating the sky. I kept glancing to my phone to see if Moira send a text back on meeting me, but I didn't see anything yet. So, I opted to go buy new clothes for Soap since he was filthy and covered in blood. He could probably use a shower too so i'll get him his own shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

I parked at the front of the small store and got out of my car, eyeing the open sign and sighing in relief. I'm never in town often since I come once or twice a month to get things I need. I just don't like people, so living alone was great.

Until Soap came into your life, a small part of me grumbled. I couldn't agree more, but I couldn't let him die. I'm not that heartless.

I walked into the store and waved to the cashier. He waved back before going on his phone again, completely engulfed in whatever he was doing. I made my way to the men's section and grabbed anything that would suit Soap. I grabbed t-shirts, henley shirts, sweatpants, sweatshirts, wool socks, underwear—anything to keep him comfortable. I didn't know what size he was, but I took a guess with a large or extra large, then moved on to toiletries. I grabbed travel sized items then went to the medical area to get bandages, ointments, and more ibuprofen and melatonin. If he's going to be with me for awhile, might as well give him a supply of his own.

I noticed a woman staring at me as I grabbed a couple bottles of men's shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. She then eyed my cart full of clothes and other medical items.

"My brother's an idiot. Forgot all his clothes at home and then had the audacity to cut himself with a kitchen knife while cooking." I grumbled at her and she walked away. I wasn't in the mood for that.

Once I got what Soap needed, I pushed my cart to the snack aisle. I grabbed three boxes of poptarts, some chips, and a jar of Tostitos queso.

My phone buzzed on my pocket and I pulled it out, seeing a text from my pharmacist friend, Moira. I had explained to her VERY vaguely that I needed stronger medication for Soap without mentioning him, but judging from her text message, she wasn't going to give me any. I tried to convince her again, but she just told me to buy Tylenol, ibuprofen, and make sure to keep him elevated enough. After that, she completely ignored my text messages and I was left in my problems yet again.

Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I started to head in the direction of the checkout. As I walked closer, I noticed a group of armed men enter the store and the few of us in here started to panic. I stayed where I was and ducked behind the cart as if it would protect me.

"Stay calm, everyone!" One of the men shouted, his Spanish accent heavy as he looked at everyone around him. The cashier I waved to earlier glanced to me and tried to come over. Gun shots went off and everyone screamed. The cashier fell to the ground, bullet wounds littering his body and his eyes stared at mine.

I stood up completely when the armed men glanced at everyone.

"We're from the Las Almas cartel, and we're looking for someone who has info about our leader, El Sin Nombre. He's Special Forces—goes by the call sign Soap."

I kept my face void of emotion but I was screaming inwardly. How the hell was I going to get out of this situation alive? More importantly, why are cartel members so far up here? Like I thought before, I knew it wasn't impossible, but it was weird to me. I always thought of them as staying by the border..... I don't know if that's stereotypical or not....

"My men last saw him around this area. This is a small town. Someone must have seen a tactical-armed hombre with a stupid little mohawk?"

I almost cracked a smile and laughed at his statement, but I stayed silent. One of the men walked amongst the other terrified customers, his eyes looking over the groceries and items they had. I stared back at him when he approached me, his eyes looking at the mens clothing and toiletries in my cart.

He shouted in Spanish at me before he aimed his gun at my head. I didn't even flinch or scream when he did that, but rather stared with a bored look at my face. How was I doing this shit emotionlessly?!

"I have a name, y'know."

"You've seen him. Where?"

"I haven't seen him, you idiot. I'm buying clothes for my brother because he's a dumbass and forgot to bring his entire duffel bag to visit me."

I kept my gaze steady on the cartel member in front of me, my heart pounding against my chest and my head getting light. I kept my hands on my pockets to keep them from shaking, but I also dialed 911 by triple-pressing my lock button.

"You don't come clean, we'll kill you!"

"Even if I kept the guy you're hunting for under my watch, you don't have evidence to prove it!"

He grabbed the front of my shirt and hit the end of his gun to my temple. He got in my face, his hot breath hitting my skin and I resisted the urge to gag from how it smelled.

"We'll kill everyone here if you don't tell us."

"Just tell them!" A bystander shouted from her cart.

"Tell them! I can't die!"

"Save us!"

"Don't kill us, please! I have a baby at home!"

I looked at the innocents around me, strategizing a way to bargain and even get everyone out alive. I didn't care what happened to me. If I died, that would insure Soap's secrecy and safety.

But who would take care of Nic?

I sighed and nodded my head, telling them I would concede....not that I'm actually going to tell them where I live....

"Before I tell you, I want to strike a deal: everyone here gets to leave unharmed and not threatened. They remain anonymous. Second, if I tell you, I get to go free as well. Whether I'm unharmed or not, I get to go."

I happened to see something flicker from the back of a truck, then I saw someone duck down behind my car. The realization of who they were hit me and I decided now would be a good time to get out of the way.

"Anything else?"

"Yeah. How good are your reflexes?" I threw a box of poptarts at hm before diving behind a cash register. That's when all the bullets came through and the cartel members either dropped dead or scattered.

I tried to crawl toward one of the aisles but I was grabbed my the ankles. A remaining cartel member yanked me back, clawing at my legs and getting on top of me.

"Everyone run to the emergency exits!" I shouted and they didn't hesitate to do just that.

My fear overwhelmed me as I started to cry and scream for help. My "tough guy" facade was no more, and now I was a sobbing mess.

"GET OFF ME!" I screamed as I kicked him in the face and crawled.

A gun shot went off again, but this time it was me who got shot. The bullet burned into my calf and a scream ripped from my throat. I couldn't move as he grabbed me by the back of my shirt and yanked me upwards.

"You kill me, you kill this one!" The cartel member shouted as I cried. I looked out the shattered windows, seeing that the cops and Soap's team was aiming their weapons at me.

"TAKE THE SHOT!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, fearful tears streaming down my face. "TAKE THE SHOT!"

I closed my eyes and moved my head away to clear a shot. When I heard the bullet tear through the man's skull and his grip loosened, the two of us fell, except he was dead and I was a sobbing mess.

I felt someone gently place their hand on my shoulder as I cried from everything I felt. Pain, fear, trauma, my worry for my dog—hell, even Soap crossed my mind.

"You're the one who helped Johnny. Where is he?!" That familiar British accent asked me as I started to drift off.

I managed to tell him my address before completely blacking out, my head resting on my arm and tears continuing to drench my face.

When I woke up, I was greeted by an annoyingly bright light and the smell of disinfectant and alcohol. I blinked rapidly as I looked to my left, seeing Soap in the hospital bed beside mine. He was asleep and had oxygen tubes at his nose.

"You're awake. Finally."

I looked over at the corner to see a hooded man with a skull mask on. Only his eyes were visible and there was black smudged around them. When he stood, I couldn't help but stare. He was a unit....like, his bicep was probably the size of my head.

"No shit, Sherlock." I sighed, keeping my awe under control as he walked up to me. I could tell he was untrusting of me, but after glancing over to Soap, he loosened up a bit.

"I hear you found him?"

"More like he broke into my cabin and temporarily passed out in the bath tub. I stitched him up as best as I could and helped him rest. I just didn't expect, well, this."

I gestured to my elevated leg that was bandages heavily.

"I'm guessing you're the one Soap calls Ghost. I'm sorry I was cryptic when I replied to your 'how copy'." I did an impression of his accent and he stared back with a blank look. "I didn't mean to sound like I was holding him hostage."

The two of us went silent for a moment before the room door opened. Another man walked in, but he wasn't masked. He seemed more welcoming than Ghost but he still intimidated me.

"Y/N L/N, the one who, to an extent, saved Soap's life. While you were extremely cryptic in that response, I thank you for keeping my comrade safe. I'm also impressed with how you handled the whole hostage situation."

"Oh, that was pure adrenaline, now that I think about it. I sobbed like a baby when I dove away."

The man laughed a little and walked up to me.

"I'm Captain John Price, but you can call me John. The masked one is Ghost, and Soap is John McTavish."

"Do I get to know Ghost's real name?"

"Negative." Ghost responded and I looked away.

"Fair enough. Wait! My dog, Nic! Is she—"

"One of my men, Gaz, and two of our allies, Alejandro and Rudy, are taking care of her. If the hospital allows, we can bring her in."

I relaxed when I heard she was okay, sighing in relief as I ran a hand through my hair. I glanced to Soap when I heard him grumble and stir in his sleep. Price and Ghost immediately joined his side when he woke up, his Scottish accent hoarse and scratchy from being asleep.

"Bloody hospital..."

"Agreed." I said from my side and he looked at me. I pressed my lips together, staring at him as he stared back.

"Can I speak to Y/N alone?" Soap asked as he looked at his two friends. They glanced at me before nodding, the two leaving and Soap and I stayed silent for a moment.

I picked at my nails as Soap started to speak.

"I want to thank you. Ghost told me what you did for me while we were in the ambulance."

"It was nothing. Figured I got morals, might as well use them."

Soap laughed at my statement before looking at his hands.

"You remind me of Ghost in a way. He's the same as you: doesn't like people but he still has the honorable morals."

"Glad I could be of service."

Soap nodded, but I noticed his expression became solemn.

"What?"

"Once I leave, it'll be like we never met one another. I'll go back to being in the field; you'll go back to whatever you do...."

"Do you want my phone number?"

I looked at him with my eyebrow raised, the man staring in shock over me being so straightforward. I almost laughed but I didn't to keep the unfazed facade up. Inwardly, I was screeching and kicking my feet. I mean, it's not everyday a man covered in blood and grime comes into your life to make it interesting.

"That'd be nice." He replied, smiling softly as he looked back at me. I felt my cheek heat up.

"Do you have a phone I can put it in?" I managed to get out and scratched the back of my head nervously.

"How about writing it down on paper?"

"Dude, that's so middle school..."

I looked at him, Soap completely confused about what I said but I didn't elaborate. Instead, I grabbed a tissue from the Kleenex box on the bedside table and held out my hand.

"Do you have a pen?"

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pt.3?

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veryace-ficrecs · 3 months

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overwatch. cass/hanzo, genji + zen (found family + like adoptive father zen shit is goooooood for my soul), moira/mercy (especially when they actually hate each other), brothers zen + ramatra (but cute when they were at the monastery stuff (or angst ur choice lol)), hog/rat, junker queen being bby girl, mei being competent, anything else u think i would like lol. anything and everything plz

I'll do my best!! o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

Overwatch Fic Recs

Cass/Hanzo

In Hot Pursuit by AsheRhyder - Rated G

Cassidy can flirt, but he's never had someone actually take him up on the offers his silver tongue makes. Hanzo is determined to win whatever game they're playing, especially when the prize is a flustered cowboy. Gabriel and Jack just want to play cards.

Cup Noodles by Kalikuks - Rated G

Cassidy meets Hanzo's spirit dragons in person.

Unaddressed by robocryptid - Rated T

He gave twelve years of his life to the original Overwatch. He’s seen dozens of MIA cases, investigated more than a few of them himself. It’s not new. It’s just that now the organization’s so small; it makes it feel a lot more personal. Winston gave the order. He can’t argue with the logic that he’s the one whose background best fits this particular task. But it was Genji asking him directly — trusting him with this in a way he knows it’s hard for Genji to trust — that made him agree to it. So he rummages through Hanzo’s desk in search of anything that could help.

Perspective Shift by mataglap - Rated T

Cassidy has a bad day, and then he has an even worse day. Hanzo tries to provide comfort and accidentally goes the extra mile.

Heartless by AsheRhyder - Rated T

Once upon a time, a wicked sorcerer cut out his heart and sealed it away. He hid it in a needle, put the needle in an egg, put the egg in a duck, put the duck inside a rabbit, and put the rabbit in a box on an island at the end of the world. So long as his heart was safe, nothing could kill him. Or so the legends say, anyway. Nowadays, people know what a silly story that was. Nobody bothers with rabbits anymore. Cole Cassidy has no heart.

Just Shy of a Gun by helo572 - Rated T

“Hanzo!” Winston's voice, all of a sudden, like static in his ears. Hanzo takes another breath, deeper this time to orientate himself. The air catches in his throat. “Hanzo, you've been hit! Single bullet wound, multiple punctures, exit wound. I'm reading an inferior vena cava rupture and damage to...” His voice trickles into white noise, ringing in Hanzo's ears. “Oh,” he whispers to himself.

Second Thoughts (A Monster with Two Heads and One Heartbeat) by AsheRhyder - Rated M

Hanzo knew three things about the gunslinger with absolute certainty: 1.) That he was ruggedly handsome 2.) That he was dangerous 3.) That he was not human It probably said a lot about him that he was more concerned about the first thing than the other two.

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Genji & Zenyatta

forward out into the day by burningdarkfire - Rated T

As the years pass, Genji finds what it means to live again.

A tale through Seasons by Lacertae - Rated T

Zenyatta is not one to allow anything to stop him -especially not something as small as a virus.

Hands covered in Blood (Thank god it's not yours) by SlGMA - Rated T

His hands had been covered in blood for a long time. He wanted peace. He wanted to be comfortable. He wanted a proper home but his family, his kin were dying. So he would fight. Sometimes in times of war however, people lose sight of the ones that matter the most. It takes going through hell and back to realize how important they really are.

of the fleeting year by ApatheticRobots - Rated T

He was not surly, or standoffish, or indiscriminately violent. He was an absolute menace. As Zenyatta had discovered, and would continue to discover. (Winter at the Sanctum is a rambunctious affair.)

Blue by Naopao - Rated G

He follows her into the shop, tilts his head at her smile, joy infectious as they view the display. Life is so fleeting, so fragile.

But it is also glorious, spontaneous.

it comes around by tanyart - Rated G

Genji finds himself back in his old body, ten years in the past. He meets Zenyatta again for the second time in his life.

The Sparrow, The Rabbit, and the Arcade Cabinet by BoltGSR - Rated T

This is a story about the comforts of old pastimes, the ways atonement can warp into self-loathing, and the fear of reconnection. But it's mostly a story about Genji getting dunked on by D.Va so hard he drags Zenyatta across the entire globe trying to prove he's not owned.

Look who came for lunch. by takumiraine - Rated T

There is a fable about two dragon brothers. They get into a fight over a mortal and bring great harm to themselves and the towns around them. Ashamed or injured, they flee their home and have not been heard from since.

Zenyatta manages to find someone, or someTHING that reminds him of that fable.

Though it is in the same verse as the rest of 'The Dinner Series' it can be read alone with no issues

Though the Mountain is Tall by Moonsheen - Rated G

Genji adjusts to life in Nepal. Genji adjusts to Tekhartha Zenyatta.

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Moira/Mercy

Antipode by Mogatrat - Rated E

Angela Ziegler joins Overwatch without a second thought, fueled by her desire to help people in need. She isn't expecting her new colleague, Dr. Moira O'Deorain, to challenge her and wear her down. Especially when catastrophe strikes.

On Losing a Reputation by CyborgShepard - Rated E

Everything in Moira’s life has a place, and she makes sure that in order to keep herself sane the facets of her life don’t bleed into one another. But she’s here, at her best friend’s boozy house party, with the suddenly not-so-taboo person that Moira’s entire life seems to circumnavigate.

Third Kind by Flosscandies - Rated E

Angela and Moira have met many different times, but one of their meetings changed their views on each other.

To be at odds by CountDraluka - Rated T

Angela has her first kiss at the age of 23.

Silver Suits The Devil by CountDraluka - Rated M

“To be burdened with a love spell… I wouldn’t wish that upon my worst enemy, sorceress. But I’m not a miracle worker, or a charitable person, nor do I attempt to be either”, she says, and her words come out kinder than intended. She tells herself it is to soften the disappointment. Perhaps there is a part deep inside her, a part chained to dungeon walls along the row of all her repressed urges and desires, that is relieved to be finally accused of all the crimes she worked so hard to commit. Witch of the Wilds - the title suits her.

Heart of Oasis by Ludlovescake - Rated T

"That’s how she found herself in Oasis, that’s why she was at the conference and that was why she was now looking into the eyes of a woman she had thought she might never meet again. Moira O’Deorain. " Angela is attending a medical conference in Oasis and runs into an old rival. Talon interrupts.

Epistolary by anna_thema - Not Rated

After everything that went wrong with Overwatch, Moira and Angela are drawn together across the world.

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Junkrat/Roadhog

Gaining Experience by ArmsShanks - Rated T

Jamieson Fawkes doesn't have a whole lot going on. He decides to play a video game. Maybe he'll make a friend. Or something like that.

Cumulative by FormlessVoidbeast - Rated M

For the first few days, Roadhog enjoyed the increasing quiet from Junkrat. The loss of energy, of appetite, the way Junkrat's patchy hair was falling out in chunks - it all should have clued Roadhog in. He should have realized sooner that something was very wrong.

A Phantom Pain in the Ass by PomegranatePomsom - Rated T

Junkrat gets some pains. Junkrat gets some help.

Just Trust In Me by Krasimer - Rated T

Mako kept his eyes closed, his arms propped up on the sides of the tub as he allowed his body to relax in the water. From Junkrat, he could hear a small splashing noise as the man tested the water with a few of his fingers, probably flicking them through the surface quickly. When he felt the surface ripple, he smirked. "If you're going to get in, you need to remove your prosthetics." The pause made the air itself go still as Junkrat considered it.

Burning The Wick At Both Ends by PrettyQueerDear - Rated T

Roadhog needed to look tough not just for his reputation, but for his partner's safety. That was hard to do when Junkrat kept trying to make him laugh and show his soft side. Or the one where everyone asks "Why hasn't Roadhog killed Junkrat?" because they can't see that the trash boys are in love.

In Which Junkrat Fucks up his Prosthetic for the Hundredth Time by Hirose - Rated T

…and Roadhog carries him home.

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Junkerqueen-Centric

Wrecking Ball's Reckoning by TrashFr0g - Rated T

The Queen of Junkertown is tasked with dealing with a rat. A 'big' rat. It puts up a better fight than she thought it would.

And the Queen That Was One by TrashFr0g - Rated G

Junkertown had no stars in it's sky, but that didn't mean it couldn't have any inside it.

Are You Smarter Than a Hamster? by TrashFr0g - Rated G

The Queen of Junkertown was unlike any other human Hammond knew before. She was a fighter, strong, tough, and fierce… and she wasn't smart. For some reason that detail seemed to bother him more than it bothered her.

#veryace asks #overwatch #overwatch 2 #ow #cole cassidy #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #zenyatta #roadhog #mako rutledge #junkrat #jamison fawkes #junker queen #wrecking ball #hammond #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

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magic-in-onyx · 7 months

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Fakiru Week Day 3: Tie

Inscribe into the Oaken Tree A tale of One, Two, Three: One – tied to a debt most painful, Two – tied to each other, faithful, Three – tied to a Fate resentful.

Then recite of Four, Five, Six: Four – tied to a kingdom hollow, Five – doomed a frail love to follow, Six – tied to a father cruel, in his hand a bag of tricks.

And seven is the Truth unseen.

What you see cannot be seen. What you hear makes no sound. You must hear what mute remains. You must see what stubbornly its mask maintains.

The lovers true make their way ahead, On their journey. Upon one neck a jewel red, Upon the other the gem is water clear.

Two halves, a whole. Two fates entwined. Upright should they remain – trials overcome. On their heads, astray – foolish designs, tragedy.

One. The man who should have died, For his Moira a token he had found. Clotho maintains a sacrifice profound, A single duck in the webs it spins it had bound, For no sin truly her own, save too soft a heart – condemned and tried.

The duck herself a foolish sort, Willingly to the Spinner she had went, A soul who once kind to her had been, To save, rekindle, and court.

But tied to him she could not remain, So upon herself his freedom lost She had taken. Still truly free he had not become, Only desolate and remorseful. Alas, in learning of this she – both!, would be delayed – Betrayed! A duck’s sacrifice in vain, kindness for kindness too great a cost.

Four. A man who should have died, A storyteller he had been, Of fae, brave heroes, but foes in fall belated, His stories he had spun.

A Prince he had envisioned, Noble, kind, courageous; In a plot the Spinner trapped him, Vicious and disadvantageous! “Heartless become thee!”, he commanded, “Or as your foil and proxy, one other you must offer!” A paradox, a paradigm most backhanded!

The Prince chose his heart to fragment and scatter, (For what other choice truly had he,) Before his plan was soiled – A duck with too soft a heart, His place to take the words had uttered.

The Prince’s blood and hers, The blooming jewel of cruor formed, Only by another lover true, could the curse Be broken!

Three. One lost boy was saved, Upon his shoulders a world’s weight. A lone withdrawn creator, Of destinies imagined, Of fae, brave heroes, and foes abated.

“Write!” he said, “for me a tale, “To lead me from this town. “Oh the stars, the moon, and Death itself, “Guide mine path far, far the hills down!” In doing so the Moirai he had challenged, His Fate to the stars, the moon and Death he had tied! His blood shared with an undead evil, The scales for him in equal tip To happiness, To glory.

He must hear what mute remains. He must see what stubbornly its mask maintains. Seek he must, what buried is, In the bog of Truth.

Seven. Before the very eyes Of the creator still unripe, The shy little Truth gives chase – For the Truth is lonesome, And when not sought, its cries wake the Moirai.

His lover to a waterfowl’s guise is reduced As he watches awestruck; Before fully she would change forms, Urge him she does, with some luck: “Seek a kingdom hollow! “Seek a lover frail! “Inscribed into the Oak Tree, “Track the Tale of One, Two, Three!”

One – tied to a debt most painful, Two – tied to each other, faithful, Three – tied to a Fate resentful.

Then recite of Four, Five, Six: Four – tied to a kingdom hollow, Five – doomed a frail love to follow, Six – tied to a father cruel, in his hand a bag of tricks.

And seven is the Truth unseen.

To him who accepts all, happiness. To him who defies all, glory.

AO3

#princess tutu #ptutu #fakir #ahiru #fakiru #ao3 #ao3fic #my fic #mytho #fakiru week 2023 #Poetry

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stayliquidarchive · 11 months

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chase could be heartless. he absolutely needed to be in his line of work. being heartless toward moira proved to be a bit more difficult, but he could do it if he really needed to. he listened to her words, though he simply let her continue instead of responding to any of them at first. by the last delivered line, he could tell she was crying. coming to a stop, he arched his back a bit before finally turning to fully face her. " letting you go does not make me a coward. " he replied in a low tone, a stark contrast from her own words. " i don't want to be the one bringing you into the crossfire, whether you've dealt with it before or not. " he pointed as he spoke, his lips in a thin line. " are you gonna go home now? " so much for being really heartless when he needed to be. fully pushing her away was harder than he had anticipated. @blushdrunks // continued from here.

#blushdrunks — moira.#blushdrunks #okay hopefully we're good now lol #╰ chase pierce.

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burningartwork · 2 years

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KHOC week Day 3: Mogana

Sorry I missed it yesterday but I got busy with con prep!

🌟Day 3: Data

This was one of the worlds I never got to finish & I'm glad @khoc-week is giving me the chance to do so! :3 I'm a big fan of Tron so here's some data on our girl.

LOOK BELOW FOR ADDITIONAL DATA:

Personality

Good Characteristics: Lots of curiosity, puts lot of work into learning & amassing knowledge, bubbly, social and is energetic.

Skills: Synthesis: The ability to take synthesis items (stones/gems/crystals) and transform them into armor or accessories to enhance defense & resistance to elements. (Skill is limited to experience, resource materials & learned recipes. The more battles, the more the chances that stones/gems/crystals can be dropped and used for synthesis & gaining experience. Is limited to known recipes which may be found in chests/learned over time.) in free time can be a bit of fun. lol

Bad Characteristics: Is too eager sometimes, gets blinded by her ambition and dives into things too quickly. (This might get her in serious trouble one day). Is a tiny bit money hungry. Is physically capable but not the most skilled fighter.

Fears: Mogana's family owns an accessory shop in Traverse town and she worries about them surviving in their business. She also hates snakes.

Quirks/Strange Habits: Tends to scan areas for treasure chests for recipes on a mission/task. Is always reviewing her lists to see if has obtained all the synth materials out there.

Battle

Weapon Name: Synthesis Oven

Weapon Description: A keyblade that resembles the Moogle Synthesis oven in Traverse town.

Additional Items/Accessories: Synth Detector (A glove that warns her when drops occur) & her Materials Pouches.

Special Attack: Secret recipe: An attack that performs a debuff on the enemy lowering their resistance to an elemental attack. (Once per battle)

(For the future: Master Recipe: A full stats debuff and drop of all resistances to all elements + lowered defense. Has yet to be learned.)

Fighting Style: Keyblade strikes coupled with "quick synth" abilities. (She can only Quick synth 4 in an active battle) Quick synth creates items that can be used in combat that are element based and allow a resistance towards elemental attacks and maaaaybe health regen in the future.

Strength: 5/10

Defense: 5/10

Magic: 9/10

Magic Defense: 7-9/10 (if Quick synth is used)

Agility: 7/10

Intelligence: 9/10

Family

Mother: Moira

Father: Topaz

Siblings: Aya (little sister)

Other Notable Relatives: none... so far.

Friends: Mogsy (Moogle), Axis, Blitz, Utsuro (first team), Shea,

Enemies: Heartless!

Significant Other: None

Pets: None

#fan art #kingdom hearts #khoc week #khocweek #khocweek2022 #kh ocs #kh oc #mogana #tron #data #bio data

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xynchronicity · 10 months

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Go into my inbox and tell me a situation you’d love to see my muse go through.

@discountedmuses said: Since I seem to be a glutton for angst, Reaps finding out Brann was killed during a mission >:3

//You and me both lmao

tw: angst, character death, grief/grieving

The wraith had been antsy the entire time Brann was gone. He trusted his little knight out on missions, but this one didn't sit well with him. He kept himself busy with things or rather Moira did. Which helped keep his mind off of things.

When the time came that the dropship returned, Reaps was there, watching as people filed out of the ship. He never saw Brann, though. Hell, it seemed those from the mission seemed to avoid the wraith, fearing him for an entirely different reason than normal. He simply huffed in annoyance then grabbed the nearest agent, "Where is he?"

The agent shrunk under the wraith's gaze, "He...didn't make it, sir."

Reaps stared at the agent a long moment, brows furrowing beneath his mask before anger took over. "Liar," he growled out, squeezing the agent's arm until it broke. He pushed the agent away and then marched back into the base. He refused to believe that of everyone his knight was the one that didn't make it back. No, this wasn't right.

Gathering his gear, he was determined to set out and find his knight himself. He needed to see it for himself. Word of mouth wasn't good enough for him.

The wraith set out himself using his abilities to traverse the world. When he reached the destination their mission was, he scoured the area. He left no stone unturned. Eventually, he did find his little knight amongst some rubble. As Reaps knelt down beside his body, he took his mask off, dropping it to the ground. His red eyes take in the damage.

He gathered Brann's body in his arms and made his way back. They didn't even bother to find his knight to-...he expected too much of Talon. They're heartless and cold. Brann didn't deserve this fate, he deserved better. The trip back allowed Reaps to steel his emotions into a singular rage.

"Ma'am, he went-" The voice was cut off by another, "I know. Foolishly he got attached." Moira wasn't surprised Reaps went to find his little pet's body. She expected it. Another thing to add to her list to work out of his behavior. The redhead gave the wraith enough time to have his moment, counting down the minutes until he returned as she awaited his return.

Reaps took his time getting back, only using his abilities to traverse buildings or other obstacles but otherwise walked back. Seeing the man on the horizon with his pet in tow made Moira smirk. As he came closer, she spoke up, "I'm disappointed, wraith." Said wraith simply walked past her, paying her no mind. "I gave the order," she suddenly said, glancing over her shoulder at him.

This caused Reaps to stop in his tracks. His grip on Brann's body tightened, red eyes glancing down at the body with anger. Not at him, but for her. "You always do," he replied then continued walking. He knew better than to entertain her. Yet he always did even if he tried not to. She simply enjoyed getting underneath his skin and she was an expert at it.

The wraith ignored any medical staff urging him to release the body so they could take care of it. His knight was - is - his responsibility. He took the necessary steps even going so far as to bury his little knight himself. He found it fitting to bury him beside an empty grave the wraith made years prior in a little field a ways from the base. The empty one was labeled 'Gabriel' for obvious reasons.

However, he took more care and time with Brann's grave. He meant a lot to the wraith and he wanted to show that even if he never got the chance to while he was alive. He visited it often. Often times sat in silence beside it, other times speaking to it like his knight was still there. Even placed some flowers on the grave.

"Te amo, little knight."

#discountedmuses #ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ || ʀᴇᴀᴩᴇʀ #ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ'ꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ || ᴍᴏɪʀᴀ ᴏ'ᴅᴇᴏʀᴀɪɴ #tw character death #cw character death #tw grieving #cw grieving #//OOP

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creedock · 5 months

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Hey. I'm running a survey on who the sluttiest character in heartless is, which will then feed into a bracket.

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isot1ne · 1 year

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heartless characters and how i would do in a fistfight against them

i am a very small person with old person joints btw

(death mention, fighting, a lot of biting people)

heartless- why would i wanna fight him? he's just a lil guy- that being said, he's probably good at sport so i am not winning that -10/10

alchemy- tall. i reckon i can bite their shins pretty fuckn hard 5/10

flint- professional boxer 0/10

eira- professional swordfighter. but i think i could distract him with dick jokes and make him blush which could give me an opening 1/10

doppel- we'd both fight dirty lol. this won't be fun 3/10

glass- why?? would i want to fight him??? (but i could probs take him down with a well placed knee) 6/10

river- im getting owned 2/10

alastor- i bitch slap him gently and he dies and turns to dust instantly 100000/10

lorelei- have you seen her back muscles? girl looks like she could throw a punch. but thats not her style 7/10

diana- i am not winning this 0/10

lance- feral dragon man. can probably throw a punch and a hard one too. 1/10

bandy- i am curb stomping his little face as we speak 8/10

dock- "if his hands are above your head, his dick is level with your teeth"/10 (in a non kinky way-i'm asexual)

brooke- lmao no 3/10

krome- twink 5/10

arthyr- i wouldn't want to fight him physically but he could probably destroy me in a battle of wits 2/10

moira- once again- why?? would?? i?? want?? to?? fight?? her?? 8/10

murphy- murphy/10

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katatonicimpression · 11 months

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9,14,15,17 :)

9. Pick a character, then pick their best costume and explain why.

This is both terrible and brilliant from Warren (AoA i think?) and I want to see it again:

Lose the Shatterstar hair, but keep the ornate clasps and overall too-much of it.

14. One-on-one fight you'd love to read?

I want Monet to fight all the big fan favourites and beat them all for my own personal gratification.

Aesthetically, I think a scene where Husk fights Riptide could create some amazing, if kind of gory, visuals. Same for the comedic potential of Shinobi vs Kitty in some kind of prolonged chase through a series of buildings. Oh and Dust vs Magma also for aesthetic reasons. They could make glass!

15. Which x-parent is the worst parent?

Obviously, there's the classics: Mystique, Mags and Charles.

But shout out to post-retcon Moira who, according to Hickman, only had Kevin in a deliberate attempt to breed a super powerful reality warping mutant. So, firstly, that's heartless af. And secondly, this means she knew he was going to turn out with this level of powers and still couldn't think of any better way of coping with him than locking him up.

So, before it was neglect out of panic and desperation, now it's neglect out of sheer not-giving-a-shit.

17. Favourite villain team?

Mystique's brotherhood and evo brotherhood. But shoutout to the iconic villains that never made it big in the comics (the nasty boys) and to the upstarts, an iconic failure of a concept (a.k.a. Shinobi's "It's fine as long as I don't personally have to do any work" era)

#asks

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greentippedarrow · 1 year

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// We hunt down Oliver to get back to work and handle things after Tommy & Moira’s deaths yet we consider him heartless when he goes fully into work mode when the woman he loves dies...

“If I grieve, no one else gets to”

#with tommy it was months #with moira it was just days

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blueheartedmayor · 2 years

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@xshatteredreflectionsx - Continued from here

Slumped against the couch, with both arms draped along the top of it, Damien felt like he could properly breathe. The weights of expectation and societal pressure were crippling to a man in his early twenties. Nothing could be done without it needing a ‘purpose’ in the eyes of his uptight, backward-thinking, heartless parents. Even this - Damien told no one he was coming here. He didn’t need a reason to visit a dear friend and forget about the world outside for a while.

With the removal of a suit jacket that was far too cumbersome for this time of year, the anchors strapped to his anchors were lifted. Once more, he had freedom. ‘Moira’ and ‘freedom’ often went hand-in-hand, and he was immensely grateful to have her in his life. All he could hope was that he could provide something similar for her in return.

The wish had been muttered with little care for naivety. He didn’t care how ridiculous it sounded. Moira had known him since they were teenagers trying to find their place in the world. She had seen him at worse lows than this. His head lolled to the side to try and gauge her reaction when there wasn’t an immediate answer. If things were different... Maybe they could have lived on the same street, or went to the same school. They could have been there for one another when lonely kids needed true friends.

Moira’s response was exactly what he wanted to hear, and she would be rewarded with an undignified snort. How many nights did they spend creating whimsical plans for a future both realistically knew would never happened? “Of course, I would refuse to compete in swing competitions without you. The competition would never beat us. We’d travel south, try and soak up that wild lifestyle. That is the only way that story can go.”

But then, an alternate idea was given. One where Damien didn’t have to look over his shoulder for fear of people sent to find him, where he could spread his wings and fly. A life where he could try and see what life was meant to be.

“Just live... I’d like that. Forget about meetings, deadlines, staying in your ‘proper’ place. There must be peace knowing that no one knows you and you can just live.” Rolling his head, he lifted his gaze to the ceiling with a wistful sigh. “Mayhaps there would be a small cottage, one along a quiet laneway with a little garden to the back. We could walk into town and get the daily newspapers, or find out what is the best place to buy coffee while you steal my crossword. Something... Tranquil, I think. But still so rewarding.”

Yes. That would be the life he would choose.

#(SOBBING)#v; a day in the life #xshatteredreflectionsx

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