#you just know Sombra went all out on her costume

[lepusrufus]

Found an older doodle of the Morgue AU. The Talon guys 100% had matching halloween costumes one year and the theme was Classic Horror Killers.

Ameliè suggested she just dress as herself. The answer was haha funny absolutely fucking not tho.

[ask-healthy-light]

Such gorgeous weather, for which I was poorly dressed, wearing trousers and a dark dress shirt, had made me terribly thirsty, so I went back inside after I had drank my water, but I still had to pick up an order elsewhere, so I headed to PrinceWhateverer's vendor table; and after I politely greeted him, I asked him about the pickup order, and purchased another one of his albums while I was there.

When I found a quieter space to sit down, one by one, I took the items I had ordered out of the bag the Prince had handed me, and was delighted with the entire collection, from shirts and a beanie to stickers and pins; and I as carefully as I could, I put everything in my bag, before I walked a few steps over to the bar, where I bought Canni's signature drink, Fanta, next to a sausage with bread.

Just as I had finished my lunch, I joined my friend in the Mane Hall for the cosplay contest, where the costumes of every single person and character on stage looked incredible, but even greater were the performances that followed afterwards; as Starlight and the Doctor went to the past, Fluttershy and Pinkie sang and danced, Sombra stunned the audience, and Discord… he was, as always, himself.

After a short break, the winners of the cosplay contest and stage performance were announced, where Twilight in her wedding dress took third place, the Storm King's Guard landed second, and Applejack placed first of many; as for the performances, Discord begged for a glass of water, until he turned the song on its head repeatedly, trolling every present person to win a prize for best performance.

There was some time to spare after the award ceremony had ended, during which I looked around for a couple of items, during which I bought a number of stickers and pins, until it was time to watch my friend play in Trixie Wants You; but although he passed the first few rounds by breaking a tie with Rock-Paper-Scissors and dancing his heart out, unfortunately, his Love Potion lost to his opponent.

But not all was in vain, as he had won a poster of the event, but as he had never yet gotten one to home without damage, he returned to his hotel for a while, to make extra sure that it was safe, and unworn; but as I wandered past many vendors, I was sad to find so little material of Big Macintosh, until I saw a framed picture of him and Applebloom at a table, managed for a while by Railway Dash.

Since he knew not when the table's vendor would return, he could not sell the more expensive works, which included the framed picture I saw, so I quietly hoped for the artist's swift return as I went to sing at My Big Karaoke in the Panel Hall nearby; and to my great relief, not only had the artist returned to their table, but Mac and AB were still there, so I immediately purchased their picture.

Kind words were exchanged between the artist and myself, and I was so incredibly relieved, but also in disbelief, that the picture of the Apples had not been sold for such a long time, and the artist told me so generously to take a sticker and some buttons; so now I can add both Tempest and Discord to my collection of buttons and pins, as well as the Mane Six to my ever growing hoard of stickers.

While I was getting changed for the concerts that would start a little later, I met the friend of a person whom I had asked for a couple of shirts they were giving away, when a massive crowd flew by, running around the venue while blowing into cans to sound like racecars; little did I know that Can Turismo had started mere moments earlier, which stunned everybody into silence as the race went on.

Eventually, the racers headed outside, giving us the time to catch our breath from laughing so much at the truly hilarious spectacle that was unfolding and after I had thanked both Moerkoet and Ghost for the shirts, I finished dressing up and waited for the concert, when we were told these would be delayed by an hour, so I met up with my friend, and together, we went to the Biergarten for dinner.

Knowing what I had experienced recently, I admit, I did not expect to be at the concert for long…

(Thanks for reading this bonus! I'll be writing more about GalaCon over the next few days, so keep an eye out if you're interested!)

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[arctimon]

Big Hero 6 - On Hallow’s Eve, Watch Over Me

I hope that everyone had a good Halloween, and you got literally all the candy.  I, on the other hand, spent the evening watching three dogs and a sister give out candy as dinosaurs.

No, I will not be giving any further context.

Either way, every time Halloween comes around, it reminds me of the story that I’ve wanted to write every Halloween, but never got around to: the Big Hero 6/Overwatch sort-of crossover.

I say sort-of because it’s not like Mercy and Tracer are going to show up in San Fransokyo.  At least...not physically.

I have made a few references to Overwatch in my stories (mostly in Highway to Hell), and I think it would be a perfect way for the team to get into alternate characters.  Of course, things would never be that easy, especially if they have to do some heroics during Halloween night.

I haven’t gotten around to figuring out what exactly they’d be doing (if I was sadistic, probably pushing a payload or something),   But I do have a pretty good idea of who’d they be going as.

Here’s the big bad list:

Hiro Hamada - Wrecking Ball (Potassium)

Funny story behind this one.  I would imagine that after staying up all night for a few consecutive days (including his costume), he loses his voice and has to have a voice module talk for him, which is where the robot’s voice comes from.  Plus, his grappling hook is the closest thing to the magnetic coils he uses (and he ain’t no Widowmaker, that’s for sure).

Honey Lemon - Mercy (Witch)

Pretty self explanatory.  Plus, you have to go for the Witch one.  It’s her most popular skin.

Baymax - Orisa (Carbon Fiber) Again, I think this one is pretty obvious.  She even has a voice line riffing off of him (”Are you satisfied with your care?”).  She doesn’t have much of a red skin sans the team ones, so I went with the most futuristic one.

Go Go - Lucio (Jazzy)

Now, I know what you’re thinking.  Why would you make Go Go Lucio?  Well, for one, have you seen Go Go’s actual Halloween costume in “Obake Yashiki”?  She doesn’t want to do any work.  All she needs is a set of roller blades and she’s set.

I at least wanted to jazz her up a bit with her skin.  I think even Go Go would appreciate a good fedora/top hat/whatever Lucio’s wearing in this skin.

Fredzilla - Doomfist (Lake)

Fred and a giant blue fist?  Count me in. 

Wasabi - Genji (Blackwatch)

I gave Wasabi Genji because of his affinity for blades, and also because at the time I was doing all of this (which was a while ago), Baptiste hadn’t come out yet.  I suppose that the combat healer would be a better fit for him, but something about him having a giant dragon blade just fills me with glee.

Karmi - Symmetra (Classic)

When I was searching for screenshots for Karmi, I had completely forgotten the gauntlet.  I have no idea how, but it makes her fit in even well.  The hardlight turrets, the giant wall ultimate, the general disregard for things out of order.  It all fits.  And you can’t go wrong with the classic Symmetra look.

Now the question is whether or not she’ll kill Hiro for having leggings that high.  XD

Aunt Cass - Ana (Horus)

Older woman who drinks tea and is the mother of the group?  Pretty obvious.

Megan - Sombra (Talon)

A young Mexican girl that can turn invisible and can turn out the lights with EMPs?  Even more obvious.

I was contemplating the Talon skin and her Glitch one, but this one would probably be the “tamer” one.  Methinks that Chief Cruz wouldn’t like her shaving half of her head to get into character.

Although would that even stop her?

Juniper - Zarya (Totally 80′s)

Yes, June’s not Russian, and has slightly less musculature than Zarya, but the costume is a spitting image.  Maybe give her Gravity Cannon an electrical field so she can carry it?

Someday I’ll get around to writing this story, just like all the other ones.  It’s just that certain events have to happen in order for this story to happen.

Oh well.  Maybe next (spooky) year?

[nitewrighter]

Can you tell a short Halloween story with wee Rei and gency?

5-year-old Rei was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the living room, a bit closer to the holoscreen than Mercy would have liked, still in her ‘Hero of My Storm’ D.Va costume and frequently shoving the sleeves of one of Mercy’s labcoats up her arm to dig around her pumpkin-shaped bucket of candy. Mercy and Genji had changed out of their own costumes and were curled up together on the couch behind her. While most of the year, the locals on Gibraltar gave anyone from the watchpoint a wide berth, trick-or-treating turned out to be one of the few exceptions, at least with regards to the children. It had been Mercy and Genji’s turn to chaperone this year and while Mercy was glad to get out of the infirmary office for a night, the kids had proven tireless in their pursuit of candy and had exhausted her and Genji nearly as much as any full-on Overwatch mission.

“We now return to the Midori Rider Halloween Special: FrankenRider!” said the announcer on the holoscreen, and the image cut back to the titular green sentai hero (now donning bolts in his neck and stitch decals over his armor) striking dramatic poses before fighting a giant pumpkin monster. 

“Shouldn’t it be FrankenRider’s monster?” said Mercy, her voice low so as not to distract Rei from the show, and Genji snorted slightly.

“Angela, you said it’s important to get Rei familiar with the classics,” Genji said as Midori Rider dealt a flying side kick to the pumpkin monster on the holoscreen.

“Yes, Mary Shelley would be very proud of this,” said Mercy as Midori Rider struck another dramatic pose with two explosion effects going off on either side of him.  The plot of the show, of course, verged on the incomprehensible, but Rei was absolutely riveted throughout the whole thing.

“Now you understand why you shouldn’t accept unwrapped candy, kids!” said Midori Rider, looking in the camera and now directly addressing the audience.

“Because of pumpkin monsters,” said Rei, talking to the holoscreen and nodding.

“I’m pretty sure the candy tampering thing’s been debunked,” murmured Mercy.

“You still threw out that apple,” said Genji.

“Well, who gives apples to Trick-or-Treaters?” said Mercy. 

The lights suddenly flickered overhead and the image on the holoscreen distorted. Rei perked up and looked around. “Ghosts?” she said, looking back at Genji and Mercy. Genji’s comm buzzed and he pulled it from his sweatpants. A text message had appeared.

Merging Athena’s software with some of Sombra’s newest encryption tech. There may be power fluxes on the watchpoint for the next three hours while the system updates.

-W.

Excellent timing as always, Winston, thought Genji.

“Not ghosts,” said Genji, smiling at Rei, “Just Watchpoint grownup business.”

“Hmph,” Rei turned back to the screen.

“You’re disappointed there aren’t ghosts?” said Genji, smiling.

“There should be ghosts ‘cuz it’s Halloween,” said Rei, unwrapping another piece of candy.

“Last one for the night,” said Mercy.

“But Mooooom,” Rei whined.

“You won’t be able to sleep with too much sugar,” said Mercy.

“Coming up next, the Pachimari Halloween Special!” The announcer on the holoscreen announced.

Rei swiveled her head around at them, “Can I watch it?”

“It’s already a bit late, Sunneschii...” Mercy started warily. Rei gave her a puppy-eyed look, crinkling up those thick Shimada brows. Mercy huffed, “But given all the candy you’ve eaten already... I suppose you’ll probably be up that much later anyway.”

Rei’s eyes lit up as she turned around for a spooky version of Pachimari’s squeaking theme song, and Mercy leaned her head on Genji’s shoulder. “Pachimari always knocks me out,” she murmured, low enough for Rei not to hear.

“Oh I know,” said Genji, smiling at her.

“Wake me up if I start drooling on you,” said Mercy as Pachimari bounced onto the screen.

“Mm-hmm,” said Genji, leaning back into the couch. It only took about 10 minutes of Pachimaris in witch, mummy, and black cat costumes, bouncing and squeaking rhythmically around a cauldron to make Mercy close her eyes, and Genji casually scrolled through newsfeeds on his comm as she dozed on his shoulder, but then the lights flickered and the screen distorted again.

“Ghosts!” Rei said again.

“It’s fine, it’s not--” Genji started but then the lights went out and the holoscreen blipped out of existence. Rei screamed and Mercy flinched awake hard.

“What is it?! What--!?” she said but both her and Genji’s comms buzzed. She fished her comm out of her pocket.

My bad. Recalibrating. Watchpoint security systems still online. I’ll have residential power back up in a little bit.

-W.

The lights turned back on briefly before shorting out again. Rei at least didn’t scream this time. Their comms buzzed again.

Okay, by ‘little bit’ I mean.. at least an hour.

-W.

“Winston...” Mercy sighed, rubbing her forehead.

“Winston’s the ghost?!” said Rei.

“There aren’t ghosts, Sunneschii,” said Mercy, standing up, using her comm as a flashlight, and getting a small emergency lantern from their watchpoint evac kit. She turned it on and set it on the coffee table before taking her seat back on the couch, “But it looks like we’ll be in the dark for a while.”

“Aw,” Rei pouted, before glancing back at the projectors for their holoscreen, “We’re gonna miss Pachimari...”

“Well, you’ll be able to watch it tomorrow, probably,” said Mercy.

“But tonight is Halloween! We need to watch Halloween stuff tonight! That’s how it works!” said Rei.

“We could tell scary stories,” Genji suggested, and Mercy gave him a wary, You realize if you scare her she’ll be in our bed all night, look, and Genji just gave her a lopsided grin.

“Reinhardt tells the same story every year,” said Rei, mindlessly shaking her pumpkin bucket.

“...I could tell you a story your grandpa used to tell me,” said Genji, with a glance at Mercy, “Nothing too scary, either.”

Rei’s eyes lit up and she sprang to her feet.

“Grandpa story!” she said, hurrying over to the couch, scrambling up on the cushions, and wriggling between Genji and Mercy.

Genji snickered a little. “All right,” he said, tucking Rei’s hair back in the light of the lantern, “Have you ever heard of a Tengu?”

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Sorry for no story today- have these WIPs I will probably never finish instead

Kitty get punched

“Where is Joan?” A crew member hissed, looking frantically around the stage and wings. “She should be here by now! The show starts in five minutes!”

“I saw her earlier,” Maggie said. “So she’s here, at least.”

“But WHERE?” The crew member said, exasperated. Maggie shrugged helplessly.

“Maybe she’s getting changed?” Parr offered.

“She should have done that a long time ago,” Aragon reprimanded.

“And when does Joan ever get ready late?” Anne added, tittering slightly.

“I’ll go find her!” Katherine piped up, “Don’t worry!”

With that, she bounds off to find the music director.

—

Joan was paler than the moon, a somewhat sickly color painting her skin. Her checks were kissed with a slightly pink flush, spreading to her forehead as well. Underneath her eyes and against her pale skin, were dark rings. They hung under her eyes like curtains, pulling her eyelids so they could close. The color contrasted with her skin, making it more vibrant and more noticeable. Anyone could have guessed it; Joan Meutas did not sleep well last night. Now that, was an understatement.

Joan had not slept well in the past week. She was constantly up late at night working on this damned show that was wringing her dry. She was completely exhausted. She felt like a dead fish. Her entire body ached from her head to her toes. The only thing that seemed to keep her going was coffee, and it’s now come to the point that she’ll feel sick if she doesn’t drink any.

The show only increased Joan’s stress level. Everyone always seemed to need her; the queens, the techies, the costume crew, the managers- the demands for her aid or work was never ending. By the time she finished whatever was asked of her, it was time to perform, meaning she had to do her own music director work later in the evening, usually well into the night.

It was just hell. Literal hell.

At that moment, she could feel a headache starting to become apparent. It burned her vision, floating around and flashing like a neon light, tormenting Joan. It only grew worse at the loud clamor of the crew getting ready. And through the blurred and temporary blinding aura, she saw her coffee. It looked revolting to her.

Just the sight churned Joan’s stomach. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. She was so tired, and her headache was so bad. The chance of getting a sensory overload became more and more likely, which wouldn't be completely crazy, especially since she was so tired she could hardly think practically.

Approaching footsteps sounded like drumbeats pounding in Joan’s ears and the creak of the door nearly imploded her eardrums.

“Joan?”

Great. It was Katherine Howard.

Joan, too tired to reply, huffed in annoyance and buried her face further into her arms. She’s hunched over the desk in her dressing room with only half of her costume on, since she had given up trying to put it on. As Katherine stepped into the room and approached, she tried to ignore the throbbing in her head head, and the dizziness and nausea settling in, as well as the queen.

“Joan,” Katherine nudged Joan’s shoulder, earning a low hiss of warning. “What are you doing? We got a show.”

“I’m not going out today.” Joan grumbled, not lifting her head.

“You have to,” Katherine continued.

“Oh, but that one time you had a panic attack and didn’t go on was fine?” Joan snapped, getting angry. She lifted her head and glared at the young queen.

“There was an alt here,” Katherine defended herself, “Plus, a panic attack is different than...whatever is making you refuse to go on.”

Joan is grinding her teeth, now. Katherine is either too stupid to notice or ignores the warning sign and continues on anyway.

“I’m not going on.” Joan said again.

“Your dep isn’t here.” Katherine reprimanded.

“I’m not going on, Katherine!” Joan yelled, finally rearing up with a slam of her hands against the desk. The way Katherine flinches back a little is satisfying. “Get out.”

“Joan-“

“I said get out!”

A horrible crunch filled the room, followed by a sharp yelp. Katherine’s hands fly up to her face, while Joan’s fist returns to her side. Blood is pouring out in between the queen’s fingers.

“Leave me alone.” Joan whispered, taking deep breaths to quell her anger.

Katherine doesn’t budge, too shocked to move.

That only fuels Joan’s rage, which she gives up on taming.

“Leave me alone, you bitch!” Joan yelled, shoving the queen. Blood drops splatter to the ground, but she could care less. She just keeps pushing and kicking until Katherine stumbles out the door, to which she promptly slams shut. She can head soft crying coming from the hallway, but she just rolls her eyes and slumped back at her desk.

———

Tour!Howard is Tour!Bessie’s biological mom AU

The day started out perfect- Silver rays of morning sun were slipping through soft pink curtains, bathing the bedroom with warm beams. They hit Howard’s face, which has a smile painted on it, even in her rest. The grin only grows once she woke up- she was beaming. And for good reason, too.

She leapt out of bed, but quickly quieted her steps so she wouldn’t make too much noise. She greets the two cats in her room- Sombra and Hermès. She had a hunch where the third feline, Turtle, was.

On sock-padded feet, Howard made her way across the flat and to the second bedroom. She peeked inside and smiled brightly.

There, laying in the bed, was a young girl, barely thirteen, with bleached white hair.

It had been Howard’s idea to do DNA testing. Bessie agreed. Howard had been sipping her coffee, checking through her mail, when she found the document that stated the results came back positive. Tears dripped down onto the paper. Her mug shatters against the floor.

She found her daughter.

Bessie was equally shocked when the news was given to her. She had went very still, eyes bulging, mouth slightly ajar. Just as Howard started to worry that she was repulsed by the turnabout, she leapt right into the woman’s arms, sobbing in bliss.

———

i don’t even know, something with Joan being jealous

February was Kitty’s month. Like how (whenever she died) was Aragon’s month and (whenever she died) was Jane’s month. Whatever month a queen died in was their month, apparently. That unspoken rule didn’t go to the ladies in waiting, even if they could remember the exact month they died in. They weren’t deemed as “important” as the queens to get such a thing. Maybe they could get a week, or a week at the very least, but nothing more.

So, yes, February was Kitty’s month. The different thing about her month than the others was that EVERYONE doted on her. She got tons of gifts, tons of sweet words, tons of hugs and affection and attention. Tons of attention from Jane.

Before you start griping, yes, Joan knew why it was this way. Henry made a law just to chop her head off- yes she KNOWS, she hears about it almost every day, she KNOW SHE KNOWS. You don’t have to bring it up because she’s well aware. Everyone knows about poor, poor Kitty and her horrible life.

And, yes, it was horrible. Joan knows that she will never be able to relate her pain to Kitty’s pain, but, damnit all, is it so bad to want a fraction of what she gets from it?

Kitty got everything. Every-fucking-thing. And whatever may be left were mere scraps upon the ground, fragments of what Joan used to have.

———

Courtney!Anne comforts Joan

Stagedoor was an unpredictable thing. It wasn’t all hugs and compliments and pictures- sometimes there’s a fickle critic or an angry historian that’s mad about the portrayal in the show. Other times there’s the slightly weird, but charming fans who recite facts about the queens, hoping to impress them. But a slushy being thrown into someone’s face? That was new.

Anne only caught a glimpse of it- one moment all was normal; she had just finished taking a picture with a beaming young fan, and then there was an uproar of mocking laughter and several gasps, accompanied by loud splattering sounds. Anne looked to the side and was shocked to see SIX’s music director soaked in a coating of red, blue, and purple slush.

Joan was stiff and still, as if the cold beverage had frozen her. The colorful residue slides into the creases of her horrified expression, which slowly become more and more humiliated as seconds ticked by. Then, her wide eyes glance around wildly for a moment and she sprints back into the theater.

———

Wings of Fire AU

The worst part of Parr’s day was approaching- closing the library. She always hated leaving the peaceful, serene cavern at the end of each evening, but Aragon insisted she slept in an actual cave. Arguing against this proved to be fruitless- the queen just had an aura to her that was impossible to beat in a bickering match, so she retired to her room each night.

Sighing, Parr rolled up the current scroll she was working on, cleaned the ink from her talons, and swooped down from her writing ledge. She walked down the aisle of polished mahogany shelves, observing each one to make sure everything was in place and not burnt (there were some younger dragonets weaving in and out earlier that day- she never trusted them with the scrolls).

———

Zombie Apocalypse AU

You get used to the smell. Rot, decay, organs, blood, death- you get used to the scent of the end of the world real fast. If you don’t, it may just drive you insane. More insane than seeing the actual cause of the odor, maybe. Some people react to things differently. But one thing everybody has in common is that nobody gets used to killing. Nobody gets used to sacrificing others, nobody gets used to putting their loved ones or even strangers down.

Nobody gets used to the damn Walkers.

But it’s the way it is. The apocalypse doesn’t seem like it’ll be having curtain call anytime soon, so you have to make do. Learn how to shoot, find a group, get shelter, don’t go hungry- those are the basics. Or just put a bullet in your brain and don’t even bother with survival. In the end, it’s your choice.

Sometimes Joan considers shooting herself in the head. The will to live is still kicking within her, but it gets hard. Being alone doesn’t help, either.

Well-

Scratch that. She wasn’t alone. She had some company.

“Hey, will you cool it?” Joan snapped, tugging on the rope that was around her newest Walker’s neck. She found this one wandering on its own in the woods and decided it would have to do- one quick slash of her knife removed the rotting bottom jaw and rendered the thing useless. At least when it came to infecting others. Its scent will keep away lurkers. Hopefully.

[sombrisaofficial]

The Masked Stranger: A Sombrisa Fanfic (rated T for teen) Sombra x Orisa PART TWO!!

Summary: Sombra and Orisa’s dance is interrupted as the evening takes a turn for the dramatic!! Published for the Holidays in commemoration of the Sombra/Orisa & Mercy/Bastion pact. 

Written by: Mod Brigitte and beta’d by the wonderful Mod Mei!

Word Count: 1,889

 read part one here: https://sombrisaofficial.tumblr.com/post/182195417335/the-masked-stranger-a-sombrisa-fanfic-rated-e

The omnic approached her and Sombra was frozen in place. There before her was a quadrupedal omnic decorated in green and gold. Underneath her trimmings and decorations, Sombra could see she was also tan and brown. Beneath her black mask, her face was painted a bright and sunny orange and yellow, giving off a warm and friendly glow. The omnic had two decorated, lime horns, one on each side of her rounded head; They were draped in flashing lights and crystalized jewelry reminiscent of a flashy monarch. Her metallic plating was decorated for the event in golden markings of African origin, and she had intricate splashes of paint markings all over her body. Fresh carnations and violets were weaved into the expensive-looking tapestry on her back. Her appearance and demeanor were striking! What a magnificent beast of macherinary and software ingenuity! She was very handsome, indeed. 

"Hello." Sombra managed to say. It was all she could manage.

"NGHGNdgngnNNGNghhhh" The mysterious stranger whinnied.

"Orisa, is it? A pleasure." Orisa. Orisa. Orisa. Sombra had never heard a name she wanted to say more of. 

 Orisa's eyes changed to reflect her mood and became curious and blinking lights.

"Oh you'd like to have a dance?" Sombra could hardly believe it. She was ecstatic.

"gHGNHWHHWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" Orisa stomped her hooves in agreement.

Sombra took Orisa's hands and the two began to move onto the dance floor. The room seemed to move in slow motion as they waltzed. It was a perfect moment that Sombra knew she'd look back fondly on later. Sombra never wanted this to end, however, there was more in surprise for that night than the two had bargained for. 

One minute the ballroom was flush with lights, colors, and sounds and the next it was overcome with darkness and hushed quietness. No one spoke. The only thing that kept Sombra grounded was her fingers interlaced with Orisa's hands. What was going on? 

She felt a sudden bump in the darkness as someone passed by her in a hurry. Her mind started to race. All of these rich people, in this type of setting? But perhaps she had just watched too many telenovelas as of late. This was the perfect place for a robbery or murder, she thought grimly. She let out a shout in protest but whoever it was was long gone. Some time went by. It had to have been a whole minute now surrounded by nothing but darkness. Suddenly, a blinding light sent Sombra's mind spinning. Orisa, startled by the  intense light, backed up.

It was a milky white spotlight that focused directly on where one of the windows used to be visible. A tall, thin man dressed in something of a scarecrow costume called out.

"Nobody move! This is a robbery!" His voice was crackly and loud. 

Called it, Sombra thought. 

The man was holding onto the window sill. He was accompanied by a much larger man wearing a pirate shark costume. It was an Interesting duo, even if their methods of attaining wealth were a bit unconventional. Although, they were certainly prepared for the occasion. The blackout was an excellent idea as everyone seemed to be in a state of panic. She wondered who these masked strangers could be. 

"A robbery by JUNKRAT AND ROADHOG!"

Oh.

"Place all your fancy jewels on that table over there!" Junkrat pointed a robotic arm towards the center of the room, to a table just adjacent to the dance floor. The table was fairly inconspicuous. On top of it was just a white tablecloth and a large swan ice sculpture, surrounded by a shallow bucket. "Earrings, necklaces, watches too! Anything of value put it on that table." He began to tap his peg leg impatiently. "Hurry it up."

Everyone looked around in panic as if they expected security to hurry in to their rescue at any second. But no security, human or ominc was present. Where had they gone?

"And why should we do that!" A man dressed in a solid wool two piece suit spoke up.

"I'm glad you asked" Junkrat chuckled and held up a remote. He made a show with his hands as he fiddled with the device. Roadhog, even through his mask, looked exasperated.

"WAIT! Don't press it! We will do as you say." A woman shouted. She was tall, and slim and dressed in a luxury, floor-length, white Vienna gown. The sleeves of which were lace-trimmed and expertly fitted. Her black hair was done up in a way that showcased her diamond earrings, which she was in the process of taking off. Sombra immediately recognized her as the leader of Russia, Katya Volskaya. "Don't any of you watch the news? They've obviously planted explosives beforehand. These are dangerous criminals." She was the first to set her earrings on the table.

"Why thank you." Junkrat took a short bow, nearly falling off the windowsill. "Now you lot, keep them coming!"

One by one, people hesitantly started putting their valuables on the table. Orisa went besides the table and shook her entire body with a thunderous rumble. Jewels from her horns and flowers from her back fell together onto the table. Sombra realized that she hadn't yet contributed.

"What have you there?" A familiar voice sounded besides her. Angela peeked over her shoulder. "I only had a watch. It wasn't cheap but I could live without it."

"I have a necklace." Sombra touched the necklace gingerly before admitting. "Well, it's borrowed."

"Ah." Angela hardly reacted. "Ah, well."

"Ah well is right. I better put it up." Before Sombra had the chance to reach the table, the lights went out again. This time, the people in the ballroom stayed silent.

When the lights came back on, around thirty seconds later, the scene was notably strange. Eyes darted around the room and people exchanged quick words to ask if anything was different. From higher up, even Junkrat looked confused. So the second blackout had nothing to do with them...

A scream interrupted throughout the ballroom. Besides the banquet table, a person, finely dressed in a sequined piece with matching gloves and a feathered boa had fallen to their knees - which were nearly covered in tall peacock-printed boots with four inch heels, pointed at the toes- the person’s face warped in anguish. 

 "S-She's dead!" The person screamed out.

"Who?" A tall Italian man ran to the person's side and looked to where they were pointing. He was dressed in a chic two piece black suit, with an omnic tech chest piece engraved near the front giving the suit a dignified but innovative look. His silver shoes only complimented the whole piece more. He shouted out. "Paramedic?! Is there a doctor here? A woman's fainted!"

Within a moment, a crowd had gathered besides the banquet table. Even with her heels, Sombra could barely see past the looming heads. But she could see Angela Ziegler make her way to where the passed out body lay cold. A woman in a white dress lay slumped against the table. It was Katya Volskaya.

Angela pressed her fingers against Katya's wrist, then listened against her chest. With one disheartened look, Angela looked where her watch would be before sighing and asking a bystander for the time. "Time of death, 10:10 pm" She stated.

The crowd, as well as the two thieves who were in the middle of robbing them, were speechless. There was an uncomfortable air surrounding the ballroom. Moments later, the lights flickered, and a generator sounded. Heavy metal sheets slid down over the windows and Junkrat and Roadhog were forced to jump down below, landing shakily. The detonator remote Junkrat was holding felt out of his reach and hit the floor, shattering into irreparable pieces. He frantically tried to gather the remnants but was unsuccessful. 

"The security has been restored!" Someone shouted. "We've gone into a lockdown!"

"With a murderer!?" A woman screamed.

"And with thieves!" Angela shouted and pointed. "Someone apprehend them!" A crowd began to swarm the two men and soon they no longer posed a threat.

Suddenly Sombra realized how very alone she was. She clasped her hands and looked around the room, looking to see if Orisa was okay. She was standing at the far end of the buffet table next to the stacked tea cakes and champagne.

"Orisa." Sombra whispered. "Orisa!" She waved her hand in front of Orisa who seemed to be in screensaver mode. Suddenly Orisa's eyes focused on her.

"Glad you're okay." Sombra said casually. Her mind was buzzing a mile a minute, but she didn't want Orisa to worry. "Crazy, huh? A murder."

Orisa shook her head up and down and let out a neigh and Sombra knew. She knew it was impossible to keep everything bottled up around Orisa. Sombra could be herself around her and Orisa would understand. It was unreasonable to keep blocking everyone out from how she was feeling. She couldn't let anyone know how really vulnerable she was, but with Orisa she could. "Alright." Sombra said as she ushered Orisa to a more secluded spot.

"Truth is. This is more than I bargained for," Sombra begain "-I'm not even supposed to be here. When the cops show up it's going to be hard to keep a low profile while they investigate everyone. Dios mío, I shouldn't have come tonight." 

Orisa whinnied and turned her whole body to face her, quizzically.

"But I'm glad I did." Sombra confessed with a sigh. "It was nice... meeting you."

Orisa whinnied, a long series of electronic chirps and whirrs. Orisa was right, she didn't always have to keep up her facade of a person who had all the cards. Sombra was glad she had someone now who could know her. Just through her words alone, Sombra could tell Orisa was an intellectual. 

"Thank you." Sombra brushed a piece of stray hair behind her ear. "Would it be alright if we stay here for a bit before facing the others again? Can we stay, just like this?"

Orisa whinnied. Sombra pressed their foreheads together and they stayed silent. As the night went on, people started to sit in groups on the floor. There was a rumor that the police were on there way and everyone should sit tight but as minutes dragged into hours, uncertainty slowly turned into an icy fear.

Sombra and Orisa continued to share a corner. Orisa had circled twice and seated herself on the floor by a pillar and Sombra leaned into her metallic flank. She leaned up against Orisa and listened closely. Somewhere deep inside Orisa, she could hear mechanical whirring and the soft clicking. A mechanical heartbeat, she thought. Sombra wondered if while sitting this close, Orisa could hear her own heart beating. A deep blush spread over her face. 

Orisa kept quiet for as long as it took Sombra to calm down. Five minutes past... then ten. Sombra felt her eyelids grow heavy as she let her mind drift to sleep. An hour must have flown by peacefully because she was suddenly awakened by her cellphone. There was an incoming text from Gabriel.

Gabe!! He was okay!!

Sombra gave the text a quick read.

 'The police aren't coming. On the right is a grand staircase, you need to come to the second floor library now. You're in danger.'

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First off, your Masquerade theory is very sound and your writing is great ( Force Multiplication is amazing!). There’s a panel in the Masquerade comic where Reaper admits to have already killed some OW agents whose location he found out in Gibraltar. Is he bluffing? Does he see these killings as irrelevant given some of them might be out of duty or hold no emotional ties to him? Does Jack know and approve of him doing this? I know Blizzard is gonna let this go so I would love your input. Thanks!

Hello!  And thank you!  I appreciate the compliments! :)

I’m going to break this down into parts:

> There’s a panel in the Masquerade comic where Reaper admits to have already killed some OW agents whose location he found out in Gibraltar. Is he bluffing? Does he see these killings as irrelevant given some of them might be out of duty or hold no emotional ties to him?

When the evidence is considered, almost everything Reaper says on the page is either contradicted by something else in the story, or heavily implied to be contradicted.

1. Sombra: this is interesting because Reaper basically let Sombra throw the mission.  Their in-game interactions - which are essentially canon - heavily imply they are working together, which means Sombra is “acting the fool”.  This allows Doomfist to focus on her and her actions instead of scrutinizing someone much closer to him (Reaper).  This is then doubly-implied by Sombra wearing a fool’s costume later on in the comic.

2. The list:

This gets to the heart of your first set of questions here.

Is he bluffing?

It’s very likely that he is.

This is the moment where Winston crushes the extractor device.  Athena manages to quarantine the hacking program (she calls it a “virus” in Recall).

While there’s a lot of “firm science fiction” (the term Michael Chu uses for the technology in the Overwatch universe) in Recall, it’s hard to say exactly if these actions were enough to stop Reaper from “extracting” the agent databse.  However, Winston is still able to activate Recall after the failed attempt.

I would actually guess that Reaper failed to extract any part of the list, and therefore he is lying to Doomfist.

However, it is possible that he did actually get some of the list to a secure virtual location.  In that case, I would say:

Does he see these killings as irrelevant given some of them might be out of duty or hold no emotional ties to him?

I think these are possible, if he IS killing ex-agents.  They may be individuals who helped sell out Blackwatch and Overwatch to Talon and other corrupt forces.  It is possible that other forces (or allies of Talon) helped contribute to the sabotage and downfall of Overwatch, possibly including Vishkar, which we know has ties to the Talon council through Sanjay Korpal.  If Reaper is killing agents, he may be killing those who went on to do “other things” for companies like Vishkar, Helix Securities, LumériCo, etc.

3. Morrison and Amari:

This is another speculative part.  A lot of it depends on what Doomfist knows.

3.1 How does Doomfist know Ana is alive?

In theory, it cannot be through Reaper.  Reaper is supposedly not aware that Ana is alive until the events of “Old Soldiers” (which occurs when Doomfist is still in prison).

Explanation A: he was arrested before she “died” to Widowmaker.  This seems unlikely, because he would’ve seen the news of her “death,” even in prison.

Explanation B: he was arrested after her “death”, in which case, it is possible that Widowmaker admitted that she was not able to kill Ana.  

Explanation C: Sombra - who is aware that Ana is alive - may have somehow told Doomfist before his arrest.  This seems highly implausible given that Doomfist doesn’t really trust her, and also that Sombra has told “us the audience” that she wants to undermine Talon’s leadership.

In my opinion, B is the most likely.

3.2 How does Doomfist know Jack is alive?

The kinda basic answer is that he reads the news:

And Jack Morrison is super not subtle about “hiding.”

3.3 Reaper’s statement about not being “sentimental” is an outright lie.

Personally, I do not particularly believe that Doomfist knows exactly who Reaper is.  He might think he is a former Overwatch agent who is now “just one of Moira’s experiments,” which is a relatively plausible explanation given that Moira has apparently experimented on like, 90% of the Talon lackeys.

On the other hand, it may not really matter if Doomfist knows who Reaper is or not:

Reaper is lying to him in that panel anyways.

Even if Reaper is lying to Ana, he outright lies to Akande.  Reaper flees Ana because he is afraid.  He lets both Ana and Jack get away because of his emotional state.

Even if Reaper’s anger in “Old Soldiers” is genuine -

That does not negate the fact that he lies to Akande in “Masquerade.”

Because one statement made by Reaper in the panel is suspect, we need to question if all of them are.  And as I wrote above, yes, I think they are lies or bluffs.  I think he is playing a delicate game here: he “throws Sombra under the bus” (probably with her approval - Sombra is always meant to be a distraction), he lies about his emotional state around Jack and Ana, and so it’s very likely he’s lying about the agent list too.

>  Does Jack know and approve of him doing this?

It can go multiple ways.  We will have to see where Blizzard takes the story.

Personally, I think Jack knows of Gabriel’s plans - possibly that he has known about Gabriel’s plans since “Retribution.”

However, his personal or emotional approval is another subject.

With both “Reaper” and “Soldier: 76″, it’s hard to figure out where “retribution” ends and where pure “revenge” begins: they both want retribution, and they are both individuals willing to do “whatever it takes” to get it.  In my opinion, I don’t think it makes sense for Jack to begrudge Gabriel for “becoming Reaper” to enact retribution on Talon, but at the same time, emotional states - especially between partners (either former or current) are not always logical.

If Blizzard does make this a romantic story between them, Jack being terrified that Gabriel is “losing himself” to “revenge” is one way to take it.

It would certainly explain why he feels so strongly towards Moira: even if Jack does know that Gabriel will eventually betray Talon, he may be furious that Talon has taken such a bitter, angry spot in Gabriel’s life.  There’s always the joke that Jack and the other “old soldiers” (Gabriel, Ana, Reinhardt, and Torbjörn) never want to retire, but Jack frequently sounds regretful, as if “fighting this war” isn’t what he wants - for himself, or for Gabriel.

Sorry for the long response, and hopefully that answered your questions!

The real answer is that there is solid evidence that Gabriel/Reaper will eventually “enact retribution” upon Talon.  The details are: how much does Doomfist know?  How much is Reaper lying?  And do Soldier: 76 and Ana approve?

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Title: Peppermint Bark Rating: General Characters: Jesse McCree, Sombra, Gabriel Reyes, Jack Morrison Tags: Family AU, Christmas Fluff Summary:

No one could ever accuse Jesse of lacking holiday spirit. If anything, Jesse had it in spades just like his fathers, as evidenced by his excited shouting at six in the morning on Christmas day, yelling for everyone in the house to wake up to open presents.

A Very Merry Christmas at the Reyes-Morrison household.

A commissioned fic for @lifewhatisthat​‘s Family AU! Please check out their lovely art, the basis and inspiration for this work!

If there was ever a thing that simultaneously boggled Jesse beyond belief and also made him more excited than a kid in a candy store, it was the Morrison-Reyes’ household's attitude towards holidays. Whenever any holiday that involved festivities of some sort rolled around, without fail, the house would be covered from floor to ceiling with enough decorations to rival even seasonal shops. And it wasn't just the decorations that embodied the holidays either, Jack and Gabriel themselves would go full out in their celebrations, cheerful and excitable and dressed to the nines in whatever apparel was most fitting. Hell, Gabriel even went so far as to hand-make costumes for the entire family for Halloween, each and every one just as detailed and elaborate as the next; they even had a dedicated shelf for all of the awards for Best Halloween Costumes Gabriel had won over the years — many of them earned before even Jesse and Sombra were adopted.

Nevertheless, despite the somewhat jaded attitudes Jesse and Sombra held about the various holidays thanks to their years spent at the orphanage, Jack and Gabriel's collective holiday spirit was simply too contagious to fight, and after a rather rocky first year in the Reyes-Morrison household, Sombra and Jesse found themselves just as excited about seasonal festivities and holiday celebrations as their adoptive fathers.

For certain, no one could ever accuse Jesse of lacking holiday spirit. If anything, Jesse had it in spades just like his fathers, as evidenced by his excited shouting at six in the morning on Christmas day, yelling for everyone in the house to wake up to open presents. Sombra wasn't quite as keen on waking up so early, but after a rather excitable shake that jolted her to full alertness, the two children all but hurtled themselves into their parents’ bed like twin wrecking balls.

“WAKE UP! IT'S CHRISTMAS!!” they squealed, slapping loudly on the comforter and playfully bapping the sleeping figures with pillows they had taken from their own rooms. “WAKE UP! PRESENTS! MERRY CHRISTMAS!”

After several moments with no response, the two children looked at each other with concern and stopped. Jesse pulled down the covers, wary of what he'd find, and to his and Sombra's surprise, what laid beneath the blankets weren't their fathers at all, but piles of pillows along with a rather sizeable stuffed purple rabbit — Jesse reckoned it was almost the same size as Sombra — with a bow on its head and a gift tag on its ear that read “ Sombra ”.

“It's a bunny!!” Sombra shouted gleefully, pulling the stuffed animal from under the covers and squeezing it in a tight hug. Though happy his sister got something she'd wanted, Jesse was still confused as to where his parents had gone to, and began to look around for clues.

He didn't have to wait for long, however, as the deep sound of someone clearing their throat rumbled from the door and immediately drew his attention. Sure enough, in the doorway stood Gabriel, dressed in an almost obnoxious amount of Christmas-themed clothes: a poofy Santa hat on his head, the ugly laughing reindeer sweater that read  “You SLEIGH me”,  flannel pajama pants patterned with elves and presents and trees all over, and slippers in the shape of Santas covering each foot.

“It's Christmas,” Gabriel said, “What are you kids still in bed for?” He snorted at his own joke, and turned to make his way down the hall, but not before nodding his head in a gesture for the children to follow. The two scrambled from the mess of pillows and covers, shouting in delight as they followed their father downstairs into the living room, nearly tripping over themselves in glee.

The smell of pancakes and cookies and bread greeted them the moment their small slippered feet crossed the doorway, and they immediately plopped themselves down on the couch and on the floor in front of the coffee table to tuck into the traditional Reyes-Morrison Christmas breakfast. Neither of them wasted any time digging into their meal, the two of them rumbling in content and happy noises as they stuffed their faces with the fluffiest pancakes ever known to man and the sweetest fruit preserves courtesy of the Morrison family farm.

“Where's daddy?” Sombra asked, after cutting into her second pancake. Suddenly realizing Jack was nowhere to be found — he hadn't even heard a single sound from the kitchen since he'd woken up — Jesse too swiveled his head around to look.

“He had to do a quick errand,” Gabriel answered smoothly, taking a sip from his coffee.

“For eggs again?” Sombra asked, knowing Jack's almost chronic issue of running out of eggs every Christmas due to his overzealous amount of baking on those mornings. Not that anyone in the house could complain about it, though, what with the piles and piles of baked goodies that lasted them through the entire week and into the new year — even after losing half to the guests at the holiday party they hosted at their own home.

“Something like that,” came the somewhat cryptic answer. Jesse eyed Gabriel suspiciously, and as if to distract him from investigating any further, Gabriel added, “He'll be back any minute now, so after you finish stuffing your faces, each of you figure out which present you're gonna open. Remember, only one for now. You'll get to open the rest later at the party, okay?”

All suspicion went out the window, as just like that, a switch was flipped and Sombra and Jesse began to chew furiously through their food, motivated by their one-track minds now focused on the colorfully-wrapped mysteries beneath the trees.

“Pace yourselves, for crying out loud! I raise children, not animals!” Gabriel playfully scolded, trying not to laugh at his children's excitement, “If either of you choke, I'm gonna take your presents for myself, y’hear? And then neither of you will-”

Before he could even finish his sentence,noises at the door interrupted him, followed by the sound of a familiar voice calling out.

“Babe, I’m home!” came Jack’s voice, echoing from the foyer. “Come help me?”

“Yup! Coming!” Gabriel called back, getting up from his place on the couch. Jesse and Sombra moved to follow, but Gabriel shook his head and said, “Nah, you two finish your breakfast first.  Slowly , please. Your father and I would rather not come back in here to see the two of you passed out because you gluttons couldn’t pace yourselves,” before leaving the room.

The words  “No peeking,”   didn’t need to be said, as Jesse and Sombra knew very well of the repercussions that would occur if they did, and neither of them had the gumption to take Jack’s   “I’m-not-mad-at-you-just-very-disappointed”  face head on, which somehow had the power of Grandma Morrison’s and Ana Amari’s combined with the power of a sad puppy. Not even Gabriel himself could brave such a look for more than a few seconds before crumbling like the tops of one of Jack’s famous Christmas coffee cakes.

The two children watched as Gabriel walked down the hall to greet Jack at the door, smiling that tender smile of his that he always had on whenever the two of them were together, and pulled him into an embrace.

“Gross! Get a room!” Jesse called out playfully.

Jack merely stuck his tongue out at Jesse from over Gabriel’s shoulder, making a show of hugging his husband even tighter and rocking side to side in place to emphasize the embrace. Gabriel played along, as usual, even going so far as to say, “Look, Jackie, mistletoe!” as he pointed up to the flowery sprig hanging from the light hanging in the foyer before kissing his husband sweetly on the lips, the both of them making exaggerated “Muah muah muah!” kissing noises to taunt their children even further.

The noises of laugher and exaggerated affection continued for a little longer until the two men disappeared back out the door to collect what Jack had brought home in the car, and the children went back to their breakfast, eating slowly and methodically as Gabriel had requested of them.

After finishing their meal, the two watched the Christmas movie Gabriel had originally put onto the television for background noise, barely cognizant of the noises and clamoring of their fathers in the kitchen.

“Jesse? Sombra? Could you two come to the kitchen, please?” they heard Jack call to them suddenly. The two looked at each other questioningly, as if the other had the answer as to what their father would possibly be calling them for. When they both could only respond to the other with an equally confused shrug, they figured it would be best to heed Jack’s request as quickly as possible.

They padded to the kitchen, wary and clueless until the distinct and curious sounds of yapping called their attention.

Immediately, Jesse broke into an excited run at the sound, so eager to confirm his suspicions as to the noises’ origins that he nearly slipped and fell face first onto the hardwood floor had it not been for his clever little sister on his heels pulling him upright before he toppled over. Not a split second after he got his bearings back did the two of them break back into a run, barrelling towards the kitchen in their curious glee.

The sight of their fathers standing behind a waist-high gate in the kitchen doorway that had never been there before greeted them, and the two children stood in awe and anticipation as to what that could only mean.

“Merry Christmas, Jesse!” Jack and Gabriel called out, stepping aside with flourish and waving hands to reveal a very large box with a bow stuck to the side.

As if on cue, a furry head poked up from inside the box, letting out a happy yelp as if greeting the sight of the two children. Though the dog seemed to be missing an eye, that didn’t put any sort of damper onto the children’s spirits.

“A pupper!” “A dog!” Sombra and Jesse both cried out in unison, bouncing in place with excitement. Jesse clambored to unlatch the gate, hands shaking in excitement at the prospect of meeting his present face-to-face. He’d always wanted a dog, but had never even thought to ask for one - let alone even put it on his Christmas wish list. After several moments of fumbling, Gabriel moved to assist, only for the both of them to be brushed aside as Sombra competently opened the gate and all but forced her brother into the kitchen before her.

Just as the gate clicked shut behind them, Jack tugged on the ribbon and undid a hidden latch on the side of the large box, letting the front flop forward down onto the floor and freeing the golden retriever — which seemed much larger now that Jesse was up close — of its confines. Without any hesitation at all, the dog rushed forward, just as eager to meet the children as they were to meet her, and all but knocked Jesse to the floor as she bounced up to lick his face.

“Oh my goodness!” Jesse exclaimed happily, laughing as the dog covered him with wet, sloppy licks, barking happily all the while. His hands rubbed at her all over, petting and stroking the soft fur with just as much affection, if not even more so. “Thank you! Thank you! I love it! Thank you!” he cried to his fathers, tears of happiness forming at the corners of his eyes. How could they have possibly known?

“Sombra overheard you talking to Genji about your dog-walking one day,” Gabriel spoke up, as if to answer Jesse’s unasked question, “And made a case for us to get you a dog for Christmas.”

“We were thinking of getting you one anyway,” Jack chimed in, “I mean, what dog-loving 12-year-old boy doesn’t deserve a dog of his own?”

“So,” Gabriel gestured to the furry bundle of joy still piling Jesse with affection, “Merry Christmas, Jesse.”

“You’re welcome,” Sombra said smugly, taking a sugar cookie from the pile on the kitchen island.

“Thank you all so much,” Jesse replied, nearly in tears at how grateful he was, “I love it! Thank you!”

“Her,” Gabriel corrected, “We got her from the pound and kept her at Ana’s for the last week or so-”

“We still need to thank her for that,” Jack interrupted.

“Isn’t that what the limited edition tea set we got her is for?”

“No, that’s just her normal Christmas present, babe.”

“Anyway,” Gabriel shook his head at Jack, pulling the conversation back to the original topic, “They said her name’s Peppermint, but I don’t think she’ll mind if you give her a different name, do you?”

“What do you want to name her, Jesse?” Jack asked.

“Don’t pick something stupid,” Sombra scolded, stuffing the rest of the cookie into her mouth and reaching for another.

Jesse paused for a second in thought, hands resting idly on the dog’s neck. As if to give him the chance to think, the dog pulled back sat down, panting happily as she waited for Jesse’s hands to resume.

After a bit of thinking, Jesse looked to the dog, and confidently announced, “I’m gonna call you Deadeye.”

[warlorddoom991]

Trans-dimensional Hopping Halloween!

Thanks to @neonnoodledragon for the request, First Ever Request!! Hope you Enjoy it Buddy :)

“Eh....So Sombra got everyone what now?” Genji Asks Angela as they were getting ready to head out with the others for some fun on Halloween evening, Genji was sitting on the bed holding his Oni mask in his hands while Angela was in the bathroom changing into her costume. “Well, She has got us and everyone else tickets to a one of those haunted houses they open up and I think it’s really nice of her to do that!” Genji look back to his mask and then back to the bathroom door as Angela walk out in her Devil Costume, making sure the horns weren’t going to fall off of her head (Last Halloween they fall off and hit Genji right the face) when she saw how Genji look a bit worried. “Genji? What’s wrong? are you feeling okay?” She walk over to him and place a hand on his cheek looking at him trying seeing if anything was wrong when genji gentle grab her hand. “ No! no no Angela I’m feeling okay it’s just that....eh well I have had some bad times with Haunted houses when I was younger and I do enjoy Halloween a lot those places I have a hard time with...I’m sorry if I..” “Genji” Genji look up to Angela who look at him with a understanding look, “It’s okay dear, if you don’t want to go then we don’t have to go I’m sure the others will understand....” Genji gently grab Angela’s hand as she was pulling away from his cheek, “Angela wait! I think I will be okay such we are both going to it” Genji got up from the bed with Angela standing by him warping her arms around his left arm and give him a kiss, “Well! We shouldn’t keep the others waiting then! Shall we?” Genji puts his mask on and look at Angela now with a snarling demon face on, “Yes, Let’s go”

“Well There you guys are! what took you two so long to get here?” McCree was standing by Sombra outside of a really Huge haunted house with Genji and Angela walking to join the others, beside Jesse and Oliva were also Gabriel and Amelie the latter who wasn’t happy to be here, “ ‘Sigh’ Gabe why do we have to be here? can’t we just go home now?” “Come on honey it’s Halloween! The Best Holiday of the year! And We have to do this! Pls honey? pretty pls?” Amelie look at Gabe who was trying to do a puppy face to her and Amelie just shock her head and smile at him and grab his hand and turn back to the group now that Genji and Angela were now here, Sombra turn to look at the gang clapping her hands together,” Alright! Now that we are here let’s go in and have Fun!” McCree then start to head to the haunted house with a smile “Let’s Go! I mean what could go wrong?”

10 hours later.....

A Dark hallway where down one way came roaring and growling alone with a lot of screaming and all of a sudden Sombra and McCree came running with Genji and Angela right behind them “ WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!? WHAT WAS THAT THING!?” “Don’t you have Friends in the Nexus Genji!?” “Eh Not everyone there was Friendly Angela and I Made a few Enemies in there!!” “I WILL TAKE YOUR SOULS!!!!!” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” The four of them scream and run for the door when the monster came stomping after them with Genji and Angela jumping into a other hallway while McCree and Sombra  went into overdrive and shot for the door. “Are we safe Genji?” “I don’t know, let me check if that ‘thing’ is still out there” Genji look outside of the hallway and after seeing no sign of pursuit from the monster he turn back to look at Angela who was looking very afraid,“ Gggg...Genji...There’s something behind you...” Genji stop moving and turn around slowly to see a pair if glowing eyes looking at them. “Greetings and happ....” “AAAAAAAAAH!!!!” Zeratul wasn’t able to finish saying hello as Genji picked up Angela and ran for the door out of the house with Angela still screaming as Genji ran. “Is this how terrans enjoy this holiday?” 

Meanwhile on the roof Reaper and Widwomaker were having a nice evening with a fancy dinner with some nice wine. “More wine Amelie?” “Mmmm yes pls Gabriel, I must say this evening turn out to be very nice after all” Cue them hearing Genji and Angela and McCree and Sombra’s blood curdling screams and running into the Night.....

The end

This took me the last weeks of this mouth to make! and @neonnoodledragon, I hope you like it!:)

Happy Halloween everyone!!!!

[prettyfunkyunorganized]

Halloween Daughter Series - Reaper!

Halloween is almost here, so have another post! This might be the last Halloween part of the Daughter Series since I work long hours the next seven days, but we shall see. This one is just over 1,500 words. Enjoy, and thanks for reading!

More Daughter Series: Hanzo, Roadhog, McCree, Reaper, Soldier 76, Genji

More Halloween Daughter Series: Roadhog, McCree, Genji

Reaper was lounging casually on his favorite roof in the Talon complex – the western barracks, where the recruits who had killed or coerced their way out of grunt status were housed. He didn’t live in this shithole, but it had the best view of the sunset, and he was close to Sonya. While he didn’t like the idea of his daughter living in these cramped, shabby conditions, she was determined to climb through the ranks of Talon by herself. Both Reaper and Doomfist had pulled strings for her, but she would have none of it. The masked man had covered his tracks carefully, but Ogundimu had clearly used the whole thing as a ploy to get Sonya’s attention. Watching her snap at the massive man and snarl at him to stop treating her like some fragile little thing had been hilarious. She was fierce, and Reaper adored her for it.

It hadn’t taken long for Reaper to grow attached to his hija. He tried to fight it at first, thinking it would be better for them both if he kept his distance, but that only lasted about two days. She was so perfect. Her smile was devious, her laugh was rich, and her glare was cold. He couldn’t have dreamed up a more incredible girl. She made him happy for the first time in ages.

He loved her, so fucking much.

When Sonya had found out that Reaper was her father, she had hidden away from him for two days, and it had all but torn him apart. He thought he’d lost her and went gone on something of a tirade of murder in response. As soon as he came back, Sonya was waiting in the hangar bay to give him a hard time. They’d had a long talk after and worked everything out. The two of them weren’t exactly a happy little family yet, but the potential was there.

Tonight, Reaper was likely on his own. It was Halloween, and the others were headed into the city to raise hell. He’d gone with them last year and had somehow ended up playing party mom the whole time. Widowmaker was a sloppy drunk, Sombra was violent, and Doomfist kept wandering off and coming back with traffic cones. Longest. Night. Ever. This year, he was going to sit here alone, enjoying the night air with a few bottles of booze and his favorite old songs ringing in his ears to keep the memories at bay.

Or at least that was the plan, but then the door leading to the living quarters opened and he growled. Usually, this was enough to make the soldiers scuttle away, but the footsteps kept coming. Reaper grabbed one of his shotguns with a sigh.

“There’s my favorite grumpy guy,” Sonya said in a sing-song voice as she rounded the corner.

Reaper instantly lowered his weapon, “Sunshine? What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you,” she said moving to his side. “Mind if I join you?”

“Of course not,” he moved the tequila out of her way, “I figured you were heading into town soon.”

“Nah, the others left a few minutes ago, but I’m not going,” she said sitting on the ground next to him.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “I didn’t realize Halloween was coming up until it was basically already here, so I didn’t have a costume or anything. Just felt a little awkward.”

“How did you not realize it was almost Halloween,” he asked incredulously. Even though Reaper didn’t make costumes and decorate the base like he did when he was Gabe, he still got excited for the holiday.

“Well I never got to do Halloween as a kid, so I just kinda forget about it,” she shrugged.

Reaper scowled, “You didn’t do Halloween growing up?” She shook her head. “None of it?” She shook her head again. “You never dressed up or went trick-or-treating or watched scary movies while gorging yourself on candy?”

She laughed, “No, Reaper, I didn’t. I grew up in the Orphan’s Army. Oddly enough, creating wholesome childhood memories wasn’t high on the priority list.”

“Right,” he huffed angrily. He would never forgive himself for not providing Sonya with the loving home she dissevered.

“Maybe next year,” she said with a stretch, “I always thought the whole thing looked like fun.”

“You want to do Halloween,” he asked.

“Well, yeah, but I feel dumb just throwing something together at the last minute when all the others look like something out of a commercial. You see Sombra’s headpiece? That thing was awesome.”

Yes, Reaper had seen it, but he was not impressed – the thing still had hot glue strings hanging off it. Amateur. “Come on,” he said getting up and offering her a hand, “I’ll show you some real craftsmanship.”

She gave him a confused look.

“Trust me,” he insisted, and she let him pull her up with a smile.

Reaper, being a Talon forerunner, had a spacious and secluded suite he called home. He was not one for visitors, but the apartment was always tidy – partly because he didn’t own much and partly because Widowmaker had a habit of breaking into places when she was bored. He was glad there wasn’t anything too strange lying about when Sonya walked in.

“Shit,” she muttered, looking around, “maybe I should have let Ogunidmu give me a nice room.”

“It looks nice, but the walls are still paper thin, and the plumbing is temperamental,” Reaper grumbled. “In here,” he said gesturing to his room. He opened the doors to his giant closet and shoved his usual uniform aside, revealing a row of old costumes.

“Uh, Reaper,” Sonya said with wide eyes, “why do you have a bunch of costumes in your – ooou! Is that velvet?”

The delight on her face was adorable as she fawned over each get-up, marveling at them all.

“These are fantastic! Where did you get them,” she asked running her fingers over an intricately stitched mariachi jacket.

He was a bit worried to tell her the truth – sewing didn’t really fit with the rest of his persona, but he wasn’t about to lie to her. And he was proud of his work. “I made them,” he said trying to sound nonchalant.

“You made them,” she gaped. His stomach churned. “Reaper . . . that is amazing!”

He grinned behind his mask. “Which one is your favorite?”

“You’re gonna make me pick,” she whimpered, making him chuckle. “I mean,” she said staring at all the cowls and boots before her, “I’ve got to choose the plague doctor one – that green is so sickly, and the tattered cloak is really ominous.”

“You’ve got good taste,” Reaper said slipping the cape from its hanger. He draped the long piece of fabric over her back and adjusted the shoulder pads as much as he could. It fit her pretty well – not perfect, but she still looked thoroughly sinister.

Sonya took a step away from him and examined herself in the full-length mirror behind her. Reaper peeked over her shoulder as she draped the large hood over her head. He’d never seen her smile so wide. Of course she was happiest when dressed like something out of a horror film, she was his daughter.

“With your face all shrouded like that you look like – ” He stopped himself.

She looked back to him curiously. “I look like what?”                        

“Nothing,” he said rubbing the back of his neck.

“Aw, come on, don’t leave me hanging like that,” she pouted. “Do I look bad?”

“No, no,” he said quickly. “You look great, Sonya.”

“Then what were you going to say,” she pressed.

He let out a rough cough, “I – uh – I was going to say you look like me.”

She turned back to the mirror and tilted her head. “I guess I do. All broad shoulders and darkened face . . . I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Reaper’s heart swelled, sending a shock of warmth through his cold, half-dead body. “You want to try another,” he asked.

“Sure!” She stayed still as he gently removed the cloak. “Can I ask you something though?”

“Que pasa, mija?”

“Would you ever consider making someone else a costume,” she hinted timidly.

“I was already planning on it.” She bounced excitedly on her heels. “Did you really think I’d say no?”

She shrugged shyly, “Maybe.”

“Sonya,” he said squeezing her arm, “Everyone else fears me and I revel in that fear, but you? I will always be on your side. Always. You are my Sunshine, after all.”

Sonya rolled her eyes and groaned at his cheesy joke, but her smile showed that she secretly approved. “Your only Sunshine?”

“Damn straight,” he smirked.

Before the night was over the two of them had planned out a pair of over the top ensembles for next year, eaten a whole bag of mini candies, and watched a handful of classic Halloween movies. She loved ‘The Shining’ and found ‘Chucky’ ridiculous.

[doribuki]

35. spiderbyte

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Widowmaker opened the door to her on-base quarters, took one look at what waited inside, turned around, and left. Through the closed door, she heard a muffled, “Oh come on!” and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply through her nose.

Dear Lord, she prayed, give me patience and not strength, because if you give me strength I am going to snap her horrible little neck.

She let Sombra stew for a good five minutes more before she reopened the door. Somehow, Sombra sitting upright in her bed rather than reclined in what was meant to be a titillating manner was marginally better. Maybe because it implied that Sombra didn’t want to immediately have sex.

Which was great, because there was no way on God’s green earth that Widowmaker was going to have sex while her partner was trussed up in harlequin attire. Instead of the colorscheme chosen for the masquerade ball, Sombra had replaced the white with red, and the cap with a strange hairstyle. Her mohawk had been pulled into pigtails and her hair had been bleached platinum, the tips of her hair dyed black and red as well.

“Literally, what the fuck,” Widowmaker said. “Take it off.”

“What!” Sombra pouted.

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” Widowmaker shut her door, set her rifle aside, and went into the bathroom. She filled a paper cup with water and took two Tylenol for the headache that was starting to claw its way into birth against her temples, and when she came back she aimed the empty cup at Sombra like a threat. “I will not have sex with you in any manner of costume, especially not that one. No, I don’t care what lacy unmentionables you have under the,” she gagged, “frills, it’s not happening, get out.”

“Uhhh wow,” Sombra whistled, “firstly I wasn’t offering sex, but like hell are you getting any after being a rude bitch. Secondly, I’m collecting on a debt you owe. Remember that favor I pulled in Guatemala?”

Widowmaker did. “Yes,” she hissed through her teeth.

“This is it.” Sombra snapped her fingers, and from a hidden translocater by the closet a capsule was warped into being. The metal shields slid away with a hiss, revealing a skimpy green costume carefully perched upon a hanger, along with a wig and an enormous tub of green bodypaint.  

“No,” Widowmaker growled, “No, no, no, if this is a fetish Sombra I am breaking up with you right now--”

“Why is it always sex with you! No, my gutter minded arachnid, this isn’t a fetish. It’s ComiCon.”

“Comi--the nerd convention?”

“If I owned a couch you’d be on it,” Sombra warned. “Like, for weeks. Yes, baby, the nerd convention. Akande and Gabi are already in their costumes.”

“What--what the hell am I going as, then?” Widowmaker studied the costume again, lips twisting in disgust. “A plant?”

“A human-plant hybrid and her name is Pamela, you son of a bitch.”

“Those--those are just leaves! I am not walking around a convention wearing shrubbery, Somb--”

“They’re haute couture,” Sombra said.

Widowmaker was quiet. Then, almost bitter, mumbled, “Give me the leaves.”

--

Two hours later and Widowmaker found herself green, scantily clad, and holding Sombra’s hand tightly to keep from scratching at her wig. It was high quality, but it was different from her extensions and she needed time to adjust. Gabriel had gone as some sort of looming, smokey specter that had drawn a brief and vicious argument from Sombra-- “Is Spawn even DC anymore?” “Of course he is, he had a crossover issue with Batman, you don’t know shit about the classics,”--and she was pretty sure all Akande had done was wear one of his usual suits and claimed to be a ‘Lex Luthor’.

Widowmaker, through the many awed whispers and compliments thrown her way, had learned she was a ‘Poison Ivy’--what a ridiculous callsign, she privately thought--and Sombra was a unique take on a ‘Harley Quinn’. I would have made you Catwoman, Sombra had told her, but my ship, babe. Also it’s easier to make you green than not-purple.

Widowmaker believed that she didn’t have to ever do anything to show Sombra she cared ever again. This was enough. This was more than enough.

A flash of glowing blue light, familiar, caught her attention. She whipped her head around and frowned deeply as she looked through the glass door windows of the train. At first, the head of brown spikes atop gold and crimson armor didn’t make sense.

The height did, though, and when the figure turned their head and caught Widowmaker’s eyes she recognized Tracer’s wide brown eyes bugging out of their sockets.

There was a pretty redhead next to her, holding her hand, dressed in a catsuit as tactical as Widowmaker’s own usual gear. Tracer hit the arm of the redhead, pointed. The red head looked her up and down, waved, and mouthed You look very pretty!

Tracer’s mouth moved. From behind the red head, Mercy--in silvery armor and a long, red cape with a winged helm--leaned into view. WHAT THE FUCK, Widowmaker lip read clearly.

“So Overwatch is here,” Widowmaker reported. “Also in costume. Not their costumes, but costumes.”

“Wait, what?!” Sombra jingled as she moved to look. “Oh those bitches! They’re going as Marvel.”

“Is Jack there? Is he Captain America?” Gabriel snarled. “I’m gonna kick his ass if he is, that prick! He always called dibs and he never did the role any justice!”

“Tracer’s Iron-Man!” Sombra revealed, even though the words flew over Widowmaker’s head. “I dunno who the ginger babe is but that’s definitely Black Widow.”

“Her complex is showing,” Widowmaker muttered to herself, unheard.

“I have always wanted to see if Marvel versus DC was a fitting cause to fight for,” Akande practically purred, rubbing his knuckles. “We shall engage them in the costume contests, and we shall return victorious. It will be a fine battle.”

Widowmaker looked to Tracer again. Help me, she mouthed.

[owlosaurusrex]

Here, have some Halloween party stuff I wrote up tonight. It’s part of my r76 modern au that I still haven’t finished the first chapter of LOL but I just really wanted to start writing cute Halloween party antics...not that I got to them yet. Mostly just intro stuff cause my laptop is dying and it’s 2:30 am so not going to get much more done tonight. Fun fact: I had intended on giving Gabe, Jack, and the kids vampire-themed costumes before but now that Reaper has an actual vampire skin, it just makes my life that much easier lol So yeah~

The party was larger than Jack had expected--as was the house, the yard, the EVERYTHING. When Ana told him about her job he hadn’t really considered how much money she could be making but now, looking at the home she had built, the family, the friends--he realized she was far richer than he could have imagined. In more ways than one.

Jack had to admit he had been a little intimidated at first. It felt so different from Gabriel’s apartment and the busy city neighborhoods surrounding the shop--as if the half hour drive had somehow transported them to a different world altogether. The nice house and trail of cars lining the curbside promised a sizable crowd and Jack wasn’t sure he was ready for it.

Gabe drove slowly through the neighborhood and nestled their rental behind an SUV not far from Ana’s home.

“All right, kids, you know the drill,” Gabe said as he cut the engine and turned in his seat to eye Jesse and Sombra. “Take it easy on the punch and try not to swear around the little ones, okay?”

“Got it!” Jesse was unclicking his seatbelt and opening the door but didn’t get out until he was sure Gabe was finished.

Gabe glanced between the two of them before nodding and turning back in his seat. Jack eyed the house from the safety of the car, seeing the shadow of people behind the curtains and feeling anxiety prickle at his skin.

“Hey.”

Jack looked up at the sound of Gabe’s voice and found that he had already gotten out and was leaning back in, his hands on the top of the car, to look at him. “You all right?” He asked, lowering his voice to a tone that was oddly soothing.

“Yeah, I’m fine it’s…” Jack glanced down as he fumbled with his seatbelt hidden beneath the fabric of his costume before finally getting it undone. “I’m not much of a partier these days.”

Gabe frowned slightly. “Well this isn’t exactly some rager on a college campus, Jack,” Gabe said and Jack couldn’t help but huff in amusement.

“I don’t know, Gabe, I remember Ana doing some wild stuff.”

“Yeah, okay, but if you take two seconds to look around you’ll see that this neighborhood wouldn’t tolerate loud music let alone some howling 20-somethings rolling around in the yard.”

Jack actually laughed at that.

“You got me there. This is the kind of neighborhood where people call the cops for someone littering in their yard. I bet even this party is difficult for some of their neighbors to handle.”

Gabe shrugged and leaned back as Jack opened his door and finally got out of the car.

“Hey if I lived in a fancy-ass place like this I’d probably get pissed off if people threw trash in my yard too.”

“We’re talking gum wrappers here, Gabe, or--heaven forbid--the plastic from a pack of cigarettes.” Jack sighed heavily at the thought, remembering all the little grievances he used to have to deal with. “And Halloween was always the worst. Getting calls about kids TP-ing houses and all that.”

Gabe stepped around the car to join him as they took their time walking up to the house. Jesse and Sombra were already on the porch, waiting impatiently for them so they could go inside together.

“No need to worry about any of that now,” Gabe said and fiddled with something on the mask of his costume as they walked. “Here, hold onto this, wouldya?”

Jack took the mask that was handed to him and turned it over in his hands. It’s smooth, white surface had a peculiar design and Jack took his time in tracing over the ‘teeth’ and other decidedly bat-like features.

“Wow, this is pretty amazing, Gabe,” he said and slowed further as Gabe went about adjusting his costume. The coat was perfectly tailored as were all of their costumes, naturally, and Jack found himself marveling at the details. Gabe had really gone all-out with the vampire theme. Even when Jesse had insisted on being a ‘hunter’ instead, Gabe had put a lot of time and effort into making them perfect.

[x-wearethefuture-x]

Halloween is right around the corner, what are your muses plans? Will they dress up? What kind of costumes would they wear, if they dress up?

((Sooyeon and Seunghyun would be a Vampire duo- it’s a quick and easy costume that they can pull off without really needing to change their appearance and I imagine any dressing up for them would be last minute, so this works. I don’t know why, but I imagine they usually dress up together. Though considering they’re both in relationships now, they might dress up with their significant others instead. Maybe couples costumes? Or they would at least get ideas from their girlfriends~ But if they were dress up individually, not in couple costumes with their dates or even in pairs costumes with each other… they would still accidentally dress up as the same thing, probably xD I just imagine that they’re on the same wavelength a lot without meaning to be. I know I’ve said this before but, I don’t think soulmates always have to be romantic- sometimes it’s a friend, sometimes it’s a relative. In this case, I think Sooyeon and Seunghyun are soulmates without any romantic ties… and their personalities and abilities to kind of just understand each other without a word show that :)

Hyuna would definitely be something sexy. Or something as a joke to make Jiho laugh. I picture her dressing as a sexy cat or something since she loves animals~ Black kitty ears, a tail, a short black dress, and a collar (all thrown together kind of last minute)

Kyuhyun would maybe be so something from a video game or something kind of “nerdy”. Like an imperial royal guard, Wedge Antilles, maybe a generic jedi (for a quick costume option, because you know this boy already owns all the pieces for this costume~) or maybe an overwatch character. I feel like he would main Hanzo and Sombra, so he’d probably be Hanzo. Oh god, wait. I know what he would actually do- he’s part of a D&D group with some of his work friends… so he would probably dress up as his elven character. (Or if Chanmi wanted to do a couple costume, he would indulge her :) )

GaIn would also do something sexy but strong. Maybe like Catwoman or Black Widow :) 

Kwon is going to a costume party and he’s going as a prince charming kind of character. Something safe, something handsome, something that might get him a date?

Hyojin doesn’t do Halloween alone. But if she’s dating someone at the time, then she would do a couple costume with them or ask for an idea from them. I don’t really have any ideas in particular because she’s really not the type to dress up in costume without someone else to dress up with her.

Hyuk is 10000000000% going as Jon Snow this year. No question. (Last year he was Han Solo)

Yongsun is definitely something cute. She LOVES Halloween! I imagine she would be a Disney princess :) Maybe Ariel or Snow White this year. Thought last year, I imagine she went as Padme, specifically in her white outfit from episode 2, you know what I’m talking about :)

Junsu doesn’t do Halloween. It’s childish in his opinion. But if someone asked him to go to a Halloween event, he might do something like a devil costume? But just a casual one- no red face paint or anything. Just a little headband with red horns and a nicely tailored suit (and a whiskey on the rocks).

Wheein is going as an Angel this year for obvious reasons ;)

Youjin doesn’t care much for Halloween, but he would probably go as something that compliments whatever Eunbi would dress up as :) It would be cute to see them in matching Greek God outfits, maybe? Him as Hades and her as Persephone would be so cute~

Just imagine… Chloe… in a nurse costume. The irony of it. She’d actually find it funny. So that. That’s her costume this year.

Jinyong always does something that goes with his daughter’s costume! She wants to be Princess Jasmine, so he’s going to be Genie!

Hyemi is always up for a costume party, honestly. A chance to pretend she’s someone else (she’s certainly an actress, even if that’s not her career~) and dress in something sexy? Yes please! She would probably be Harley Quinn or Poison Ivy.

I don’t know why, but I picture Jaewon going as Mario or Luigi. Now he just needs someone to go as the other half!

Nicholas loves Renaissance anything- so he’s going as a knight! He, Ericka, and Avery always throw a small Halloween party every year where they watch Halloween movies (sometimes scary movies, but usually just cheesy ones) and play video games and dress up :) They all love the holiday and the chance to be someone else, but none of them are that into the scary aspect of it.

Ericka is definitely going as a pirate this year! Her costume would be a little sexy, but not overly so.

Sarah would be something cute and princessy as well. I imagine she would be Belle if she had a reason to dress up this year :)

Donghae already has plans to go to a company costume party as Aquaman. Mostly because it gives him an excuse to be shirtless, let’s be honest ;)

Avery is going as Doctor Strange. And he’s going to make every joke he can possibly think of to go with his outfit. Trust me, he has a lot.

Ryeowook doesn’t really do Halloween anymore. He doesn’t have much of a reason to outside of the company costume party (which he doesn’t attend every year, just sometimes). But this year he’s going and he’s going as a ghost. But not just a “sheet-over-the-head” kind of ghost- if he’s going, he’s going all out as a ghost groom- white body paint, white hair, white suit, everything. 

Yewon has a small Halloween party she’s attending and she’s going as a witch! Her costume wasn’t meant to be cute, but it accidentally is.

Jinsun doesn’t bother with Halloween. I imagine if he did, he would do something lazy and simple- like wearing his usual attire and saying he’s a university professor (which he literally is). Or maybe he would throw on some casual wear and say he was a college student. But he definitely wouldn’t go all out.

Kijung surprisingly loves Halloween. The spookier, the better. He prefers to wear masks when he can or to do a lot of costume makeup (though he doesn’t dress up most years, he just enjoys seeing other people do so). I imagine he would be a grossly realistic zombie or something similar. ))

[tiefworks]

Bath Time (Boombox Fluff)

I wrote a little Boombox drabble for @soldmysoultofandoms, I think it’s cute so I’m putting it here.

It was common knowledge to most people that Jamison Fawkes was not a fan of bathing. Not even Roadhog, it seemed, could convince the filthy Aussie to wash himself. In general, Junkrat was content to occasionally cannonball into the pool and allow the chlorinated water to remove the topmost layer of soot, gunpowder, and dirt from his lithe frame, despite the protests of the other Overwatch members who had to clean the pool filters meticulously each time he did that. That, or sometimes the blond would go outside and play in the rain – this was a 50/50 situation, however. Sometimes Junkrat would return, wet and cold but happy and somewhat cleaner, but other times he would find his way into the puddles and grass fields and come back inside with soaked, squishy boots, and what looked like his own version of Roadhog’s Pigpen costume, coated head to toe in mud. He would only settle for the bigger Aussie wiping him down with a towel. No baths. The last time Roadhog had attempted to trick him into using a bar of soap, the pyromaniac had refused to talk to him for a good hour – he did eventually break his cold shoulder when Roadhog suggested they go out for boba.

Now, that being said, Lúcio was never one to back down from a challenge.  He considered himself more than capable of finding some way to get Junkrat to wash up, and he planned on it.

First, he tried the boyfriend route, cooing into Junkrat’s ear and ensuring him that if he took a shower, he would give him a present, or take him out for boba, or maybe even something spicy in the bedroom. The Aussie was unconvinced.

“I know ya will fuck me if I’m clean or nah, don’t be silly,” he had said with a chuckle. Lúcio had pouted visibly, though he knew the attractive blond was right.

Next, he tried logic, trying to explain how being dirty made one smelly and covered in microbes. Junkrat had scoffed.

“I smell like diesel all the time anyway, mate. And I’m too radioactive for any of ‘em bugs to be on me, don’t ya worry yer pretty head.”

Would threats work? Well, Lúcio certainly tried.

“If you don’t take a bath by tonight, I’m not buying you boba ever again!” he had huffed, folding his arms. Junkrat had looked at him quizzically.

“I’m not five, Lú. I have money.”

“Fuck…then I’m not giving you any more kisses!”

The blond had looked at him with those orange half-lidded eyes, bearing the expression of someone who was thinking “are you serious, you fucking child, you know that’s a lie”. Lúcio had made as much of an attempt as he could to hold a straight face, but it broke far too quickly, leaving Junkrat with a smug grin and Lúcio with a weird cross between a helpless giggle and a grumpy pout.

At this point it was growing unbearable. Junkrat had become aghast at Mercy for throwing out one of his clown costumes and had gone dumpster-diving to reclaim it. Lúcio was so nauseated he chose to sleep on the couch that night, and made very sure to wash the sheets of their shared bed twice over the next day.

“I dunno what I’m gonna do, guys…” he said to the girls as they all gathered for a spa treatment. D.Va giggled, massaging his shoulders.

“Maybe it’s just not meant to be, Lú. He’s just your dirty boyfriend for life.”

“Cheer up, love!” Tracer said, sporting a green mud mask and cucumbers on her eyes, “At least you can be clean with us!”

“I brought the bath bombs, everyone!” Mei said, carrying a box full of various colored orbs. Lúcio sat up a little.

“Bath…bombs? Mei! You’re a genius!”

He grabbed the box, despite the protesting cries of the girls, and booked it to the living room. Junkrat was lounging on Roadhog’s lap, reading a Playgirl magazine.

“Whataya think of this one? He’s a right catch,” he was asking Roadhog, shoving a picture of a half-naked man in his masked face. The biker grumbled, irritated.

“Jamie! JAMIE! I found it!” Lúcio said, excitedly bouncing on his heels.

“Found what, froggy?” Junkrat asked, sitting up, “What’re those? Paintballs?”

“No, no! I found a way to get you to take a bath!”

Junkrat snorted.

“Ya really don’t give up easy, do ya? Ain’t nothin’ gonna get me to wash!”

“Not even a bath bomb?”

Junkrat’s eyes widened a little.

“Bomb? What bomb?”

“Come. I’ll show you.”

The blond followed Lúcio as they went to the bathrooms. Lúcio ran a bath, filling the tub up with warm water, before offering the box to Junkrat.

“Pick one.”

Junkrat almost instantly pointed at the orange ball. Lúcio tossed it into the water, watching it sizzle and bubble as the tepid water turned a light yellow and filled the air with the smell of lemon candy.

“Oooo!” Junkrat said, resting his head on the side of the tub. His eyes sparkled with excitement.

“I’ll let you play with them if you take a bath. Do we have a deal?” Lúcio said, smiling. Junkrat looked at him long and hard, before nodding.

“But on one condition! You’re comin’ with me!” he said with a cackle as he seized Lúcio by his shirt front and flung both of them into the tub. The DJ squealed loudly as his clothes were drenched, listening to the loud cackles of the Aussie.

“You jerk -!” he sputtered, mouth full of soapy water as he struggled to kick off his soaked slippers, “Couldn’t you wait until I undressed?!”

“Nope!” Junkrat laughed, planting a wet kiss on Lúcio’s nose.

It took a good five minutes for them both to undress – the wet clothes clung to their bodies and refused to be torn off – and by that point the water had turned a murky brown from the copious amounts of filth on Junkrat’s body. Lúcio drained the tub and re-ran the water, putting a green bomb in this time. The green apple scent was strong as he worked his sudsy fingers through Junkrat’s filthy hair. He looked incredibly bizarre when his hair was not on fire or sticking up. Soon enough the water was dark again, and they repeated the steps.

D.Va, searching for the stolen bath bombs, had found them.

“Ugh, as if you two couldn’t get any gayer. Thank god for those soap bubbles, I don’t want to see you two naked,” she said, giggling.

“Nah, save that for Sombra,” Junkrat teased, earning a playful splash of water in the face from Lúcio.

“Not like the other guys are much better though,” D.Va continued, sitting on the rim of the tub and swinging her feet, “They’re all in the jacuzzi. No room for the girls to join them.”

“Ooo…” Junkrat said, in the tone of voice that Lúcio all too well recognized as the mischievous plotting one. It typically appeared before the pyromaniac attempted some ridiculous fireworks display and ended up blowing a hole in the ceiling.

“Jamison.” Lúcio’s voice was that of warning, but it mattered little to Junkrat. He had already seized the box with the remaining bath bombs and was booking it down the hall, completely naked.

“Oh my god!” D.Va covered her eyes, beet red, “Is he insane?!”

“JAMIE, YOU GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!” Lúcio shouted, grabbing his bath robe and a spare for the line of hooks on the wall and pulling it on frantically as he and the gamer raced after the streaking blond. When they found him, his hands were already arched, throwing bomb after bomb into the jacuzzi below. Reinhardt, Torbjörn, Gabriel, Jack, McCree, and Hanzo were all started as the little spheres in succession splashed into the water with little plink plink plink noises.

“JAMIE -!”

It was too late – the colorful soap bombs blew, their foaming effects multiplied by the jacuzzi jets. Torbjörn was flung into the air while the explosion of colorful bubbles carried Gabriel and Jack onto the poolside. Hanzo and McCree were similarly tossed and carried into the cooler pool water. Only Reinhardt was unaffected, due to his bulk. He was clearly finding it hilarious, the soap reaching his neck as he laughed joyously.

“JAMISON!” Morrison snarled, sporting a beard of suds that made him look like a demented Santa Claus, “YOU GET DOWN HERE AND CLEAN THIS MESS!”

“Kiss me arse, aimbot!” the blond cackled from his balcony perch, as Lúcio struggled to wrap him in the spare robe. There were few things in this world more bizarre than seeing a demolitions-obsessed Aussie, completely naked, whooping and laughing like a naughty goblin as a bunch of men struggled to get to their feet after being unceremoniously blown out of their hot tub.

“WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU -!” Hanzo growled, struggling to untangle himself from McCree’s legs.

D.Va had long since lost it, collapsed onto the balcony floor with shrieks of laughter, as Lúcio tried to drag both of his best friends inside.

“GOD! Jamie! You fucking -!”

“Ah, hush yer pretty mouth, froggy,” Junkrat interrupted, silencing his boyfriend with a kiss, “I’m a clean boy now, all shiny like me treasure.”

“You fucker…” Lúcio grumbled, ears hot. But he leaned on Junkrat’s chest anyway, content to snuggle.