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pink-valkyrie-writes · 1 year

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Forgive me

-Widowmaker x gn!reader

-fluff in beginning then angst but happy ending

-warnings: mentions of death (no actual death)

You have met your now girlfriend when you first joined Talon. The others around you always turned their heads when you would walk into the room with your cold, stoic lover. They way your dynamic played on the battlefield aided Talon in their missions of destruction. Nothing could ever break the ruthless sniper, expect seeing you hurt.

Widow was cursed yet blessed with Moira’s experimentations. She was a flawless killer who easily made a name for herself. When her name was said it sent shivers down the spines of humans and omnics alike. But the one thing she hated way not feeling a thing. Amélie couldn’t understand how after so long you still stay by her side though she shows little to no emotions.

The way you hold her at night, how you hold her hands when they become too cold for her to shoot, and even though Moira slowed down her heartbeat you still managed to make her heart beat fast. When others looked at her with fear or lust, you look at her with admiration and love. Since her late husband left this world, she never thought she could love again. You showed her that there is love after loss and she can find happiness where she is.

Before you officially dated, she sat you down and explained her past with her ex-husband. When she explained how they took everything from her, unexpectedly, she let a tear slip. You quickly wiped it from her face and pulled her in for a hug, which she accepted. Before she asked you to be hers, she promised, “I will never let anyone or anything hurt you...ever,”

The next day, Amélie had to hide many smiles from her colleagues whenever you would secretly blow her kisses or link your pinky with hers. She definitely had to hide her newfound emotions from Moira to avoid testing, but it was worth it for you. You would even be asked by the Irish woman what it’s like dating a woman who can’t feel the way you do, but you always managed a fake answer that seem believable.

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On the battlefield, she always kept an eye out for you since you were on the ground directly fighting against the enemy. You two were lucky and happy this mission just required the two of you. Of course, there were other soldiers there, but in retrospect, you were the only two that really mattered.

The both of you were sent to Egypt, the temple of Anubis, a said secret location for you to go in and get the illegal goods you were requested to grab while Widow waited and watch out from afar. At one point you said into your mic, “Amélie, these tunnels here are creepy...Do you know if I am close enough? I want to get out of here...” you said, having a bit of fear laced in your tone. She chuckled, “Oh y/n, you’re fine. You’re already there. Just grab it so we can leave and head home, okay?” You smiled to yourself, “When we get home, can we get takeout and cuddle?” and she replied with a simple, “Oui”.

Commotion and shots were soon heard, Overwatch has tracked them down and are planning to stop their plan. Widow sighed, leaning down to see through the scope in front of her.

She always felt an adrenaline rush when she scored a kill, a sense of excitement. Taking down enemy soldiers was child’s play to her at his point. But through it all, widow would always make sure you were safe, she promised you that. The two of you communicated the entire of you making your way back to her since Overwatch saw the opportunity to swoop in and “save the day”.

“I got the package, I’m close to you babe..” you whispered into you hidden mic, knowing you were able to crack a smile on your girlfriend's face. “Alright, I’ll see you soon mon chèri..” she whispered back, biting her bottom lip to stop the goofy smile see has on her face. She waited, looking through her scope. Though she felt on top of the world, it almost felt too good.

Widow saw you coming back towards the drop ship, being cautious of your surroundings. When you spotted your lover, you smiled and gave you a little wave. ‘cute’ was all she thought.

boom.

A shoot was fired, but not from her. It was from an enemy sniper she knows too well. Your smile faded, dropping to your knees and falling on your front.

In this moment, Widow felt her heart in her throat.

You were shot.

Widow felt frozen, like she couldn’t move. Still watching from the scope, she saw Talon soldiers come to you aid, picking you up and grabbing the package as well while being shot at. She pulled her face away, feeling salty tears run down her face by themselves. She just witnessed you being shot in the back and she couldn’t save you.

Everything in Amélie wanted to run towards you, make sure you’re still alive, hold your hand and kiss you...but she couldn’t, it would show the people around her she can feel and word would spread like wildfire and would get to her creator, Moira.

All she could do was wipe her face and go back inside the ship. Once inside she was greeted by medics running past her, pushing her aside to make their way to you. Amélie slowly made her way to you, watching the medics place a mask on your face to help you breathe.

Memories of Gérard’s death flooded back. She felt her heartbeat start to pick up, something she haven’t felt in a very long time. Amélie wanted to cry and ask if you would be okay, but she had couldn’t. Damn her curse...

Amélie had to act like she didn’t care, she had to act like she could care less that you were hurt. It pained her so much to turn her back, making her way to the back of the ship to be alone.

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It’s been hours since you were brought back to the Talon headquarters to be rushed into immediate surgery. Amélie sat by herself in small, plain waiting room, staring at the tiled floor.

When she could visit you after your surgery, she wanted to break down and cry. Seeing you in a hospital bed, a nasal cannula in your nose, and IVs in your arm, made her heart ache. She pulled a chair next to your bed, sitting down and grabbing your hand. She whispered, “I’m sorry, my love... I couldn’t protect you..” she took your limp hand and cradled her face with it. She stayed with you the entire night, soon falling asleep in an uncomfortable chair. When Amélie woke, she immediately jolted up to, looking at the clock above your bed.

07:28

When she woke, you were still asleep, looking sound at your heart monitor beeped accordingly. A nurse came in with breakfast for her patient and Widow herself, but she barely had an appetite.

13:04

Amélie had sat in that damned chair all day, staring at you, but it was worth it to hope you would wake up soon. When she closed her eyes, she heard you grunting. With this, she opened her eyes to see you stirring awake.

Finally, you opened your eyes. Amélie smiled and grabbed your hand, “You’re awake..” she choked, feeling tears threatening to fall from her eyes. You chuckled, “Can’t keep me down, I am tough as steel..” you joked, smiling at her. Though Amélie wanted to have a fun moment with you, felt started to cry, “Y/n, I am so, so sorry for not protecting you...” she cried.

“Hey, hey... Amélie, baby, this wasn’t your fault...” you comforted her, your hand cradling her face. “No, you don;t get it... I made a promise to you, and I broke it..” she sobbed, squeezing your hand, “Please...forgive me..”

You felt your own eyes tear up, “Amélie, come lay in bed with me..” you gestured with your free arm to your right. She nodded and quickly came into bed with you. Even though she spent one night with you in her bed, she couldn’t handle it. Amélie held you close as you whispered,

“I am not going anywhere my love. You are the moon to my sun, you simply can’t have one without the other. Amélie, you are the love of my life and I don’t plan on leaving you ever. I know we have our arguments here and there but.. You are all that I want and need in life, and I wouldn’t dare to put you through pain again. I gave you my heart as you gave me yours, I will cherish it to my last breath when we grow old together,” and with that, you kissed her on his cold, yet soft lips.

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shion-yu · 3 months

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Ears Ringing

Cliff can't afford his meds and can't keep anything down anymore. My fill for my @badthingshappenbingo space "Ears Ringing." OC work, 2,816 words. TWs parental abuse, emeto, chronic illness whump, detailed hospital descriptions.

For years now. Cliff's neurological symptoms have been all over the place. Sometimes he's eloquent and polite, echoes of his former brilliance shining through. Other times he can't remember the names of simple objects or can't stop crying. Sometimes he walks fine, and then the next day he needs his wheelchair. It's inconsistent, frustratingly so, and Cliff can't stand it.

He's depressed. He knows he's depressed, but he can't do anything about it because he's already taking antidepressants and he's scared if he says anything they'll stick him in the psych ward. Phoenix always used to tell him he was crazy, and Cliff worries he is. He sees shadows in the corners of his eyes all the time and hears people in the apartment that aren't there. One time Elliot catches him with a knife in his hand in the middle of the night hunting for some unknown threat. It's bad, really bad. He's never hallucinated before but he is now nearly every day. It’s getting increasingly difficult for him to tell the difference between what’s real and what’s not.

Bothering other people with his problems is the last thing Cliff wants to do. Elliot's busy writing his album with Alex, Moira’s got her baby and Matt’s in law school. So Cliff's alone a lot of the time, which he doesn’t really mind but sometimes it’s easier for him to pretend everything is fine when he has someone else to pretend for. He dropped out of law school a year ago and he still hasn't figured out an alternative career path. He tutors people online to take the LSAT, which is enough to pay the rent on his tiny condemned apartment, but that's all. He can't take Elliot out and treat him because it seems his parents have washed their hands of him and he can barely keep up with the copays on all his medications. His parents haven't officially disowned him - yet - but when they found out he dropped out of law school they stopped sending him monthly support checks.

Cliff's started halving his pills to make them last longer, and the first to go completely are the antidepressants and anxiety meds. After that he cuts out the ones that he knows don't necessarily keep him alive, just feeling better: the antiemetics and pain medications. Eventually all the ones that were giving him any sort of quality of life are gone, but he's still sort of okay until he starts running out of his steroids: it's when he starts halving his prednisone that the hallucinations begin.

He's spending more days in bed feeling sick than not at this point. He doesn't leave the apartment and Elliot seems to be getting increasingly worried despite Cliff's best efforts to put on a good show. He's losing weight by the day and he's vomiting nearly everything he eats up. Elliot tries to coax food into him but it's not working. Even Cliff's favorite Japanese and Chinese comfort foods cause him misery, so it's certainly not a matter of taste. At least he saves money not having to buy groceries.

Cliff had promised Elliot that he'd never hide this stuff from him again back when they broke up. So he doesn't hide it and he never lies, but he tries to sound casual when he answers like it's not a big deal. If Elliot asks, Cliff admits that he's not feeling well, or that he's nauseous. Elliot starts keeping a journal of Cliff's intake and instances of vomiting, then realizes there's no way Cliff's actually retaining any nutrients. He makes Cliff an appointment with a GI specialist, but the wait is four months out. Elliot is worried Cliff can't wait that long and tries to convince Cliff to go to the emergency room, or at least tell his father and see if he'll order some tests, but Cliff refuses. He promised to communicate with Elliot, not anyone else. Lucky for Cliff, Elliot never seems to think to ask him about bills or voices that aren't there. And his dad is drinking again, so Cliff doesn’t bother talking to him.

It comes to a head when Elliot can't get a hold of Cliff. Their relationship is still young despite all of their history, it feels fragile, and Cliff isn't answering his phone. Elliot worries Cliff's withdrawing and doesn't really want to be in a relationship, but he can't bring himself to think that's true so easily. So he breaks into Cliff's apartment for answers and finds Cliff passed out on the bathroom floor soaked in piss and vomit. He doesn’t respond when Elliot shakes him and shouts his name, but at least he’s breathing. Elliot calls 911.

Cliff doesn't wake up on the ambulance ride to the hospital. Elliot's glad for that because he doesn't want how scared he feels to come out as anger. The scene is eerily familiar to how Elliot had found Cliff on the floor of their dorm room all those years ago, but Elliot tells himself it's not the same. He'll at least give Cliff the chance to explain why it isn't. Still, why hadn't Cliff told him how much he was struggling? He could have reached out and Elliot would have been over there to take care of him in a heartbeat.

"I didn't want you to worry," Cliff mumbled when he wakes up, before lurching forward and dry heaving into the emesis basin Elliot's holding. He has a high fever and Elliot thinks now's not the time to yell at him for being foolish. "I really thought I could manage," Cliff says through a single sob. Elliot's heart clenches in pity. Cliff's never known how to rely on other people thanks to his parents. Elliot wants Cliff to rely on him, but it's not something he can force.

The doctors come in and ask if Cliff's been taking his medications as prescribed, especially the steroids. Their expressions are almost accusatory and Elliot doesn't understand why until Cliff looks down, face clearly ashamed. "Cliff, why not? Do you want to die?" Elliot asks, aghast.

His heart breaks when he hears Cliff whisper in the tiniest voice, "I couldn't afford them anymore." Elliot's still upset and worried, but suddenly he understands. Cliff starts crying; Elliot holds him close and tells him it's going to be alright, that they'll figure it out. He'll help Cliff pay for his meds as much as he can. When Shu comes by with food for Elliot he offers to let Cliff live with him for a while, in Alex's old bedroom. There's options. But right now, Cliff needs to focus on getting better.

The doctors tell them that Cliff's body went into shock from stopping his prednisone too quickly. He's lucky he's not in a coma. Not only that, but the granulomas on his lungs have grown and he has new ones on his brain. Does he have headaches, they ask him? Fatigue? Hallucinations? Cliff can't bring himself to look up as he answers yes to all of them. Has he ever fainted? Had a seizure? Cliff looks at Elliot for just a second, chest burning with shame. "I think I had one before Elliot found me."

After the doctors leave, grim faced and what Cliff feels is painfully judgemental, Elliot rubs Cliff’s back as Cliff begins to gasp for air and tears stream down his face. Elliot knows Cliff’s having a panic attack and tries to get him through it. “It’s gonna be okay, Cliffy,” he says sadly. “Talk to me.”

“I never lied to you, I swear,” Cliff says. Elliot feels his own eyes fill with tears.

“I know, shh,” Elliot soothes. “I wish you would have told me, but I know you didn’t lie. You’re going to get better and this is never gonna happen again.” Cliff just cries harder until he vomits. Elliot helps him shower while the nurse changes the sheets; it’s not how he had imagined their first time showering together after getting back together might go, but he’d rather be here than Cliff be alone right now.

Cliff's woefully underweight. His nausea is so bad that he can’t keep any oral medications down, either. They force an NG tube into him, which is one of the worst things Elliot's ever witnessed. He has to stand in the hall after the first failed attempt because it's so disturbing. It looks more like torture than treatment. Eventually they get it in and start the tube feeding, but the response isn't what’s expected. They haven't even brought it up to goal rate when Cliff begins projectile vomiting the tube feed all over like the fucking exorcist. The vomit makes him choke and he coughs the NG up less than twenty-four hours after they managed to get it down. Elliot holds him while he sobs and apologizes over and over.

"I'm sorry," he cries, "I tried to keep it down, I really did." He's distraught and Elliot does his best to comfort Cliff, but he feels like there's so little he can do. He’s never seen Cliff cry this much and it’s breaking his heart.

As a result of the failed feeding tube, Cliff gets more tests and is diagnosed with gastroparesis: paralysis of the stomach. It could be temporary or it could be forever, they say. There's no way of knowing right now, but it explains why he hasn't been able to keep food down for a while. He needs a J-tube that will bypass his stomach to give him nutrition, and he gets that surgery two days later.

The pain is unbearable. It takes days to get it under control despite finding no issues with the actual J-tube placement. Some people are just very sensitive to surgical pain and Cliff is unlucky enough to be one of them. He's so beat down by then that he just lies in bed clutching a pillow to his abdomen and sobs openly. Nothing really comforts him and Elliot doesn't know what to do. This is scary and he feels like he can't handle it on his own. Milo and his mom give him some support, but it's weird when neither of them are fans of Cliff to begin with. Shu and Alex come by to give Elliot a break sometimes. They sit with Cliff while Elliot takes a much needed rest at home where he can shower and scream in frustration a few times.

It feels like whenever things start getting better for Cliff, some new aspect of his illness appears and they start over from the beginning. Elliot carries a certain level of regret that he wasn't there when Cliff was first diagnosed. Maybe if he was, he could have fought for Cliff to get diagnosed sooner. Maybe he could have protected Cliff from his father more. He tries to now, when Dr. Barrows comes not to help but to yell at Cliff for being so stupid as to stop taking his steroids. "Were you trying to kill yourself?" He snarls at Cliff, who shrinks back and can't answer. "Are you trying to humiliate me?"

"Maybe if you guys spent just a tiny bit of your fortune on keeping your own freaking son alive, he wouldn't have to ration out his meds," Elliot spits at him. He doesn't care that Cliff's father is a famous surgeon. He's left his only son to struggle all by himself because of circumstances Cliff can't control, and so to Elliot he's the shittiest quack out there.

"I don't remember Cliff ever asking us for help," Dr. Barrows points out coolly. Elliot can't argue with that. He doesn't know for sure, but it certainly wouldn’t surprise him if Cliff hadn't said anything to his parents. Even if they would have helped, who could blame Cliff when this was his dad? "And who the hell are you?"

"He's my boyfriend," Cliff says weakly. Something inside of Elliot is mended then. Cliff, who was once too scared to tell even a random passerby that they were together, is telling his father. Then, another piece of Elliot breaks when he watches Dr. Barrows cuff the side of Cliff's head with such force that Cliff's oxygen falls off.

Cliff yelps in pain and grips his ear in shock, ears ringing. Elliot's horrified and frozen. Who the hell hits their own son while they're in a hospital bed? The pungent smell of whiskey probably has something to do with it. "You are not my son," he hisses venomously, then leaves. His hatred lingers in the air just as strong as the smell of booze.

"Sorry," Cliff says after several seconds of awkward silence, breaking the spell.

Elliot shakes his head as he jolts back to reality and rushes to Cliff's side, looping Cliff's oxygen back over his ears. He hugs Cliff close, shaking with anger. "There's no reason to be sorry," he insists. "The only person who should be sorry is your dad for being such a shitty person." Cliff flinches at Elliot's strong reaction, but he knows it's not directed towards him.

“Yeah,” Cliff says uncomfortably. “I guess. Thanks.”

It takes two weeks, but eventually Cliff is discharged: into the care of Elliot and the home of Shu, because the social worker says it’s not a very safe idea for him to live alone. Cliff hates feeling like he requires a round the clock babysitter, but he knows they’re right. He can’t walk more than a few steps and that’s with a walker, he’s not steady enough to use his crutches right now. Cliff promises he’ll keep quiet and not cause any problems, but Shu tells him that he should make himself feel at home. It’s a small two bedroom and Shu can’t help much monetarily, but he promises a safe and comfortable place where there’s always enough food on the table (figuratively, since Cliff doesn’t eat anymore). It’s what he promised Alex when he adopted him, Shu says, and he can promise Cliff that too now.

No matter how much he dislikes needing the help, being in Shu’s home makes a world of difference. It’s warm and homey there and Cliff likes how he can see into the backyard from the kitchen table. There’s a bird feeder and a swingset back there, which Shu says was from the prior owner but he never removed because he had wanted kids someday. Alex was twelve when he came to live with Shu, so a bit old for it, but Cliff imagines him there anyways. Elliot and Alex are around all the time since Shu’s garage doubles as their music studio, and sometimes Cliff bundles under blankets and watches them practice. Sometimes Alex’s boyfriend Ryo is there and he watches too. Elliot drives Cliff back and forth to doctors appointments, PT and OT in the same old car they used to have so much fun in back in college. He finds every co-pay assistance program available for Cliff to utilize, but then money starts appearing in Cliff’s bank account again every month from his parents. Elliot thinks maybe his words couldn’t do much, but they apparently did something. Well, his words combined with Moira giving their father absolute hell when she found out what happened.

It’ll be Christmas soon. There’s snow on the ground and the cardinals that visit Shu’s bird feeder look so lovely and bold against the white. Cliff’s sitting in Shu’s kitchen watching them as Elliot brews tea. “Can I tell you something?” Cliff says.

“Of course. Anything,” Elliot says, carrying a steaming mug over and placing it on the kitchen table. He sits next to Cliff and leans his cheek in his hand. His green eyes are so lovely, Cliff thinks to himself.

“I miss living together,” Cliff admits. Elliot looks surprised, but then nods.

“I miss it too.”

“Living here reminds me of when we visited that cabin upstate, all the way back in freshman year,” Cliff says. “That was the best vacation ever.”

“Seriously?” Elliot asks, smirking a little. “Even though we both had terrible head colds and spent the entire weekend in bed?”

“Yeah,” Cliff said, smiling fondly. “It felt like a real home, for the first time in my life.”

Elliot stands and hugs Cliff, planting a kiss on his temple. “I’m not sure when we’ll move in together, but we can definitely go on vacation again,” he says honestly. He doesn’t want to rush things this time, like he felt like they had the first time around.

Cliff nods. “I’d like that.”

Elliot rests the side of his head against the top of Cliff’s head. “You keep getting better and then we can go, deal? Maybe sometime after Christmas.” Cliff hums easily in agreement. He’ll keep working hard to get stronger so they can do the fun stuff they used to do together as soon as possible.

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marsbar17 · 4 months

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Hi honey, Moira x Mercy hcs? Perchance??

Of course, any chance to talk about my favorite sexy irish geneticist >:)

Reminder that I really do appreciate asks, literally ask about anything and I'll write it for you, it takes like 30 seconds :)

CONTAINS: NSFW further below

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《SFW》

• Moira acts like she doesn't care when they're in public but in private she's very loving to Mercy

• Just in general Moira is a very private person and Mercy respects that, which is really what made Moira like her

• They love café and library dates

• Vibing in eachothers presence but not actually doing anything together is their love language, wait that's called quality time, quality time is their love language

• Moira prefers tea (with a dash of whiskey) and Mercy prefers coffee, and they'll either read books, do leftover work, or just chat about anything and everything

• Mercy doesn't really support what Moira does, but after getting to know the other she starts to understand why she does what she does

• Moira doesn't talk about her work very much in front of Mercy because she knows it upsets her even if she doesn't say it often

• All of the talon members know about them, and they tease Moira about it

• The Overwatch heroes probably also know, but they don't talk about it in order to not embarrass their doctor :)

• During missions against one another they try to avoid eachother, but if it's impossible then they don't hold back just because they're in love, mission comes first

• But later they'll heal any wounds they caused and just hold eachother

• Moira calls Mercy angel and dear, she isn't huge on pet names

• Mercy calls Moira baby, darling, dear, sweetheart, literally every sweet petname you can think of

《NSFW》

• Moira tops, at least most of the time, she's too tense and reserved to let anyone see her vulnerable like that

• She also probably doesn't like being naked, am I projecting, yes

• Moira is a scientist, she's gonna be kinky

• Anything Mercy wants, she'll do it and she'll be very happy about it

• Moira owns a wide variety of straps and just dildos in general, she likes having options on what she'll use

• Their favorite positions are cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and missionary

• Moira is a tits kind of woman, she just wants boobs

• She's also a lil bit of a sadistic mother fucker, again she's a scientist what do you expect

• Their favorite kinks are overstimulation, edging, spanking, and somnophilia

• Moira just wants to know every way that Mercy will react to her affections, even when she's half awake and not processing anything

• Moira calls Mercy angel again, princess, sweet angel, anything with angel prffff

• Mercy calls Moira ma'am if it's kinky, or just Moira

#overwatch #overwatch headcanons #overwatch moira #moira #moira o'deorain #moira my beloved #overwatch mercy #mercy #angela ziegler #moicy #moicy headcanons #lesbian

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guhmblr · 9 months

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Ok, spoilers for this year hellfire gala. This is going to be an overall gush, probably barely coherent. I’ll try to intercalate positive and negatives?

What in the actual fuck?!

First of all, the Kamala resurrection was exactly as meaningless, corporative and boring as expected. I just can’t wait to see what stupid power they come up with as her mutant gift (supposing of course that the terrigen/x-gene incompatibility will be solved trivially on an artificially convenient moment [like her whole death and resurrection was]). Also (and I’m jumping the horse a little, but this is a really meaningless nitpick that just stayed on my mind) how does she know the X-men red triangle psychic resistance thingy?

Scott wearing his old Champions suit? Complete flop. He can’t sell it at all. But I do find it cute and endearing, and this is exactly the pathetic Summers behavior that I’m here for.

The G.O.D.S. cameo was really clunky. I mean, I know nothing about those people, apart that they didn’t help at all on the whole thing (and maybe they have a reason for that. I wouldn’t know) and that Wyn is hot. I may give it a chance for more Wyn.

Speaking of hot, David? Slay. Emma? Slay. Jubilation? Slay. Kate? Omega slay. Like, if this is the last hellfire (and I don’t mean this on a “wow, this could have everlasting consequences” way, but a “yeah, I don’t think they should try to sell this idea again for two or three years”), at least they could serve until the end. Imagine how funny all the Charles drama would be if he was wearing his stupid baby pope atire from the first gala?!

The avengers? As pointless as expected. Nothing new under the sun, and I actually appreciate that they are useless on X-titles.

About the New York Arbor Magna thing, can we please have Cyclops leading the team on a wheelchair for like… this whole phase? It would be so weird, and fun, and iconic! Like, having Charles walking around (or, I don’t know, dying alone on that freaking beach? I would enjoy that.) and Scott brooding on a chair? Absolutely fantastic. I do think Emma and Scott leading again could be a nice echo to last time.

Because… we are having a new (supposedly) mutant genocide again. Imagine being resurrected from Genosha, or Decimation, or the Terrigen stuff, and immediately dying again? Lol. The concept is so so overdone at this point. It doesn’t preserve the impact at all.

On the other hand, you know that post about how every queer person has a universe-appointed C tier X-men character to love and cherish? I do think my baby Explodey-boy is dead know. Absolutely homophobic behavior.

I do enjoy Stasis and Nimrod very much. At this point, I would devour an orchis tittle if they promised me absolute lack of Moira and Feilong (as they are, in fact, shit). When Stasis said that Charles understood powers of ten? And the dancing? Send me shivers. Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping (…).

I also think Jean stole the scene a little bit. I’m not usually a Jean stan, but god dammit she is so strong. And like, not only in the Omega Telepath Phoenix way, she has so much presence and name, inside and outside the world, that so much can be supported by her. I feel like the whole story is hanging by her absoluteness of a character. And Maddie holding her??? Aaaaaa

That’s it, I guess… just wanted to do my overall first impression. I do like the Krakoa era very much, and the last decade or so have taught me to take apparent big status quo changes with a grain of salt (I mean, Emma is supposed to marry flop Stark in four or five chapters, right?! Things should probably be relatively stable by them), but I can see myself enjoying the change of pace a little.

By far the worst gala? Yeah. For sure. Like, criminally bad chapter. But I do see some things planted that could end up being really fun.

#gushing #x-men #hellfire gala #scott summers #emma frost #jean grey #the other ones

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sporadically-writing · 1 year

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Hello! I found your works and really enjoyed them and I seen your requests are open so I wanted to ask could you maybe to some overwatch relationship headcannons between Moira and a m!s/o who is not stereotypically masculine. Sorry if I didn’t word it clearly

Moira w/ an Ustereotypical Male S/O

She finds your squeamishness with regards to her experiments adorable. Moira prides herself on her ability to unsettle others but there is something about you, who is clearly a little uncomfortable with her experiments, who still listens attentively and helps out wherever you can.

It warms her heart a little bit, which is no mean feat, congratulations!

You also look out for her when her work begins to encroach on her wellbeing. If Moira is ever working too late, you have a system in place to try and help.

You usually wait about an hour after bed time was supposed to be and then you walk into the lab. You sit where she can see you and open up a book. She can see you which serves as a reminder of things in her life outside her scientific pursuits.

If this doesn’t work and you wait another half hour, you put the book down and get a little closer, hugging her from behind (when it is safe to, lab safety is important!!!) and kissing her cheek. You do that once, not speaking, just watching what she’s doing over her shoulder. (Its actually really adorable not gonna lie. Sombra caught you two once and had to leave before she gave herself away.)

You attempts to get Moira to come to bed never involves you telling her to come to bed or trying to get her to shut her experiments down. You understand how important her work is to her and as much as she loves you (though you’d be hard pressed to hear her say it aloud) no one is going to tell her what to do. So, you use your presence in the lab to attempt to remind her to take care of herself. If she wants to stop she will.

You take care of her wellbeing in other ways as well. Though it took her a long time to open up about it, Moira did explain her the nature of some of her former experiments. You see, she didn’t always have test subjects to work with, which means she had to use herself.

Moira experiences a lot of chronic pain, especially in her damaging arm. You’re there for her when the pain flares up and you’re always there to help however she needs. But, you also understand that Moira does not enjoy the helpless feeling. She is determined to do things on her own and she is fully capable of doing so. The best you can do is support her and the two of you will be just fine.

Speaking of supporting her, there have been several instances of you going to academic events to do that very thing. These events usually go smoothly. However, there was that one time.

Moira had left you to your own devices for a moment to have a chat with one of her colleagues. This would have been just fine... had it not been for the name tags.

Why this particular event actually printed the name tags out instead of using holovid ones was beyond both of your but it was fine. It was an Oasis scientific community event, enough people knew Moira there that you figured it wouldn’t be a problem.

What you ask? Well, instead of printing out a separate name tag for your, O’Deorain’s plus one, they accidentally printed out two Dr. O’Deorain ones.

Oops.

You hadn’t expected to run into such a bigoted scientist that night but there you were, trying to explain to him that you weren’t the scientist, your girlfriend was. The conversation was going longer than you ever wanted it to and your patience was waning.

By the time Moira got back a startled crowd had gathered in a loose ten foot circle watching. You had gone off on the man, shouting an actually well-informed and well-articulated argument against his bigoted ways and defending every scientist there that wasn’t cis-male.

Moira had never been prouder of you.

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adelemadouce · 3 days

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Not Death will do us part!

"You know you can't marry Eugène!" said Hortense, looking at me sternly with her big blue eyes. "Do you know, Adèle, what he once told me...that I should not hope to marry for love!" She straightened her back and looked down at me in a very grown-up way. "Eugène will one day marry a foreign princess. For political reasons. He's the son of the First Consul! Who knows, maybe Eugène will even marry an English princess...then there would finally be peace between England and France". She raised her finger in front of me. "So don't fall in love with Eugène, you little fool...it's absolutely pointless!" What Hortense said frightened me. And Moira had warned me: "Don't let them know that Eugène is courting you! The girls will make your life hell. They are jealous...oh lord!" I shook my head slightly as I said to Hortense: "I'm not in love with Eugène! But I like him very much. He's so charming, like my brother Dominique!" Hortense finally smiled. She turned to the other girls and said: "You see, there's no danger for you stupid geese. Our Adèle is not in love with him! You can continue to adore my brother..."

But I could tell that Églée wasn't happy with that. She stared at me as I sat down to continue with my embroidery. "Adéle," I looked at her. "...do you know that you're not allowed to kiss a man on the mouth if you can't have him? I mean...really kiss him!" She stuck her tongue out between her lips. The other girls giggled. I shrugged. Églée continued to tease. "...if a man puts his tongue in your mouth, you'll fall in love with him. But if he can't marry you, you'll be unhappy!" Aimée sighed. "God, leave her alone! The chick doesn't know anything about this! She'd better be careful that the guy doesn't put anything else in her, otherwise she'll be even more unhappy."

It was true! I was almost twenty years old and knew very little about married life with a man. That was about to change. But in a terrible way!

It was in November 1801, that one of our young ladies, Aimée Leclerc, was married. She married General Oudinot, whom she had never seen before and whom she had not chosen. Églée was luckier. She got General Ney, a tall young officer with fiery red hair! Hortense Beauharnais was forced to marry her step-uncle Louis Bonaparte, even though she was actually in love with General Duroc, her stepfather's adjutant. So she was not spared either!

Before I could even guess my fate, a message from my family reached me in the springtime of 1802. Madame Campan asked me to come into her study. "Sit down, child!" Madame Campan looked at me sadly, so I become afraid. "I received a letter from your mother. Your father is seriously ill. You must go home, Adèle." She gave me the letter, which was also addressed to me. I recognized my mother's handwriting, the words danced before my eyes. "Papa"..."stroke"..."immobilized"..."come home, Adèle!" I began to cry. What should I do? Madame Campan stood up and took me in her arms. "Miss O'Malley will accompany you on your journey south. Be strong, my child!"

Ten days later, Moira and I arrived in my hometown Aire-sur-l'Adour. Maman welcomed me in black. "Papa is upstairs. Go to him, he's waiting for you!" I was relieved - he was still alive! However, my poor Papa looked terrible, he could no longer speak or walk. I sat down by his bed and stroked his hand. A few moments later Maman entered the room with an older Monsieur who I didn't know. He was elegantly dressed, holding a tricorn hat and a walking stick. I saw lace cuffs and a signet ring. He wore a white powdered wig. "This is Monsieur Duchâtel," Maman introduced the older man to me. "...he's a friend of your father. Monsieur Duchâtel is supporting us in this terrible time, we owe him everything. You too, my daughter! Monsieur Duchâtel has asked for your hand in marriage, Adèle. I have agreed, ...in the name of your father!"

"What???"

"Yes. You'll marry Monsieur Duchâtel, Adèle!"

I don't know how much time passed before I awoke from my nervous breakdown. Moira was with me. I was lying on the couch in the drawing room. Maman and Dominique were standing next to the door. The Monsieur was not here. Dominique came to me, he had grown up, a handsome blonde man! My brother knelt down and took my hand. "Adèle,...I'm so glad you're here!" Maman still stood at the door, she didn't move, but said: "Adèle...you must marry Monsieur Duchâtel...otherwise we'll all end up in the poorhouse. It's that what you want? Will you ruin your family? Will you kill your Papa...?" I looked at Dominique. He was crying! I was so shocked that I couldn't speak. Moira approached my mother. "Madame Papin, it would be good if you spoke to me about this matter. Adèle is too exhausted. Please!" Maman nodded and they both left the room. I hugged my brother Dominique. We both cried.

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Chapter Three: Watana-Bae's Club

“Doe.” Stephen greeted, even though he had frowned immediately upon seeing her, which was the polar opposite of Moira’s expression herself.

Moira tapped her fingers on her skirt. She always made sure that she looked nice, but regardless of when or where, she always hoped that she would get a compliment from Stephen. Well, not even specifically a compliment, but some sort of comment or acknowledgment- as she hardly gets even that when he attends her shows.

“I didn’t expect to run into you here!” Moira said, leaning back and forth on her heels. “I guess it makes sense that you like books, though, since you judge them all the time.”

Moira had left her house for the sake of meeting with Ai- regardless of if he begged or not. Unfortunately, one of his co-workers informed her that he was busy at the moment, so she’d have to wait. She was a bit disappointed, but all of that was immediately erased when she ran into Stephen.

Stephen hummed disapprovingly, raising a hand to his hip as he arched an eyebrow in Moira’s direction. “I don’t ‘judge’, Doe, I critique.” He claimed.

“Yeah..” Moira paused, pretending to be in thought, but really she just didn’t want to move on to her next topic too quickly, lest Stephen felt ignored. “...sooooo, do you have a favorite book?”

“Your sister’s book is not my favorite, no.” Stephen said, furrowing his eyebrows. Moira immediately sighed, bummed out by the fact that he cut the conversation so short by predicting exactly what she’d say.

“Come on, you’re cutting me off short here.” Moira huffed- and thankfully, Stephen didn’t bother telling her that that was his point. “Do you have a favorite book, at least?” Stephen gave her a look with his infamous raised eyebrow. “I’m asking because I’m curious, don’t worry. I have no ulterior motive whatsoever.”

Moira gives a big grin, raising her eyebrows up and down in an attempt to look as suspicious as possible. This makes Stephen sigh, and he hands her the vhs tape tucked beneath his arm. “I don’t like many books. I’d prefer it if this movie had a book variant for me to read but it isn’t available here.”

“Oh!” Moira gasps, smiling brightly at the movie he’d handed her. “William’s Chocolatier!” Stephen gives her a frown- silently telling her not to raise her voice in their current setting. “I love this movie!” She says in a quieter, albeit still just as excited manner.

“Do you?” Stephen asks, although his voice was dull in what seemed to be disinterest.

William’s Chocolatier was one of Moira’s favorite movies, simply because it was a movie made for absolutely everyone- including a horror obsessor like her. The movie itself follows a young boy who’s taken to a popular chocolatier with his friends. The whole movie is them getting trapped in the underground factory and having to escape while they have a bunch of fun activities with the sentient treats throughout the factory.

What Moira loved so much about it is the constant reminder that the owner of the factory, William, is coming after them. While he comes silently, whenever he leaves a section of the factory while following the kids, he’ll actively destroy the treats that helped the children continue on their journey. He does it in ways that make it confusing for kids and disturbing for adults.

On top of that aspect, while the executions (seen more as simply “escaping” to the kids) of the children are seen as funny for kids watching, it’s made incredibly disturbing for adults who actually know what’s going on.

“My favorite scene was when, that, um.. The gummy worm- I can’t remember his name- but how his little execution was just, like.. Getting his tail and lower body cut off over and over again. You know?” Moira explained, pointing to the gummy worm in the background of the cover.

“His name was Geronimo.” Stephen commented, before nodding. “Yes, I think that was one of the scenes that actually scared the kids who watched it.” He paused, before sitting down in a nearby chair and continuing. “My favorite was the candy cane scene.”

Moira claps excitedly, albeit not actually slamming her hands together so as to not cause too much noise. “Yes! Is it because it foreshadows what happened with William and his wife?” She asked.

Resting his elbows on the counter, Stephen avoided his gaze. He paused for a bit too long, but eventually said. “Sure. Yes, that’s why.”

“Is it cuz the candy cane lady was hot, then?” Moira asked, bouncing her leg in her lap in excitement.

Stephen sighs at her accusation. “No.” He pauses for another quick second, before deciding to explain. “I appreciated the intimacy of the scene. It was far more satisfying to watch than any sexual scenes I’ve seen in adult films.”

Moira cupped her face in her hands and leaned her elbows onto the table. “That’s funny to say considering the candy cane lady was literally getting murdered.”

“Don’t act stupid. I’ll feel obligated to treat you as such.” Stephen warns in a faux threatening manner.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Moira leaned back in her chair, but then sat up straight, noticing that she had changed her position at least three times, and Stephen had kept his throughout the entire conversation. “Last night I watched this semi-erotica. None of the spicy bits were really entertaining to look at, though. Then again, none really are.”

“I take it you don’t quite like erotic movies.” Stephen guesses, and correctly so as Moira shrugs.

“I prefer to read them. The same with horror. I like watching that kind of stuff, but I don’t like it when it isn’t exactly how I want it to be, you know?” Moira asks, crossing her leg over the other. “Even if the author explains a scene, whether horrific or erotic, I feel like writing leaves enough blanks for me to imagine the scene how I like. But at the same time it’s explained in such detail that it comes off in a really creative way. I think.”

Stephen stared at Moira with a stoic, albeit interested expression as she spoke. “I agree.” He nods, pauses for a moment and then stands up silently. “I’ll return in just a moment.”

Moira nodded, and true to his word he did come back, holding a book he must’ve grabbed from off one of the many shelves in the library.

“I hear you’re religious.” Stephen states bluntly, sitting across from her once again. He was usually pretty stiff, but he seemed far more stiff and uncomfortable as he handed her the book.

“Mhm. Does this book have something to do with it?” Moira asks, tapping the cover and looking up at him. As if awaiting him to give her any disclaimers.

Stephen nods, furrowing his eyebrows, although not at her. Rather, to the window showing outside- not that there was anything other than nearby buildings in that regard as well.

Seeing as Stephen didn’t seem as if he was going to elaborate any further, Moira turned the book to examine the back. From what she read, it featured two young kids, both religious, both under similar families, but still being completely different in their own right. One of the kids, the boy, is unnecessarily rebellious against their religion, and the other, a girl, was unnecessarily strict with their religion.

“So is this inappropriate in any way, Steph?” Moira asked, leaning her face in her hand, trying her best to immediately address the elephant in the room- the elephant itself being Stephen’s strange stiffness. Stephen frowned, seemingly less nervous as he glared at her.

He swiftly snatches the book back. “Don’t insult me, Doe.”

“I’m just asking!” Moira says, stretching her arms out to slowly pick off each of Steph’s fingers from the book. In the end he just let go of it, acting as if he was disgusted by being touched by her. “You were stiff. I wanted to attempt to address the problem.”

Stephen simply huffs, although the return of his somewhat stiff movements seemed to indicate that he was less upset at Moira now. Part of Moira assumed that he was worried about there being some sort of misunderstanding, but additionally, Moira wasn’t that stupid. And neither was Stephen, of course.

Moira tilted her head to the side. “Well, in any case. Can you give me some insight into what the book’s about? The back of it only says so much.” She asks, attempting to shift from the topic that made Stephen uncomfortably quiet.

Stephen looked back at her for a moment, eying her in a somewhat suspicious manner. Moira in return smiled, and Stephen scoffed, although she didn’t know exactly why. He opened his mouth- either to ridicule Moira or to elaborate, as she asked, but Moira wouldn’t figure that out as a light voice rose from behind her.

“Omo- ah, Moira.”

Moira turned her head, and Ai stood behind her. “Sorry for the wait, Moira.” He bowed his head lightly. “We’re ready for you now.”

“Ah.” Moira turned back to Stephen, who was already standing up. “You’re free to call me and visit whenever, Stephen.” She offered, as she did often, despite the fact that he always denied. She stood up as well.

“I’ll make sure to not do that.” Stephen said, turning away from her as her shoulders fell in disappointment. He briefly flicked his wrist in a lazy goodbye and parted from the two.

Ai allowed Moira to sigh before smiling sneakily. “You seem quite quick to invite him over to your house, hm?” He asks in a kidding manner.

Moira scoffs, throwing her hands up. “I invite everyone to my house. It means I can stay inside more often.”

Ai gasps dramatically and Moira realizes her mistake. “Everyone?” As Moira opens her mouth to defend herself, Ai adds. “And yet you exclude me? Shame on you, Moira. After everything I’ve done for you?”

The designer’s attempt in defending herself immediately switches to laughter and she covers her mouth as to not laugh too loud. “I..” Moira sighs, taking a second, before deciding to not comment on that. “..I don’t? Are you sure?”

“If you did, I'd probably be over. At all.” Ai responds, raising a hand to grab a nearby book in a lax manner.

It was true, now that Moira thought about it that Ai hardly ever came over. It was weird why that was. It’s not as if she specifically excluded him, of course, if anything having Ai around was always something she enjoyed in the back of her mind.

Moira raises a hand to her chin in thought. “..that’s weird, I feel like I invite everyone.” She says, before allowing that fact to drift from her mind. She smiles, “It’s probably because whenever I speak with you I feel, uhh…” Moira thinks for a moment. “..full?”

She knew that that didn’t make much sense, but she was trying her best. It was often that whenever Moira visited Ai in the library, they’d usually talk for a lengthy amount of time. They would start topics of conversation and finish them to their entirety in that length of time, so there was no need for any other questions or alternate answers. Maybe extra comments, but Moira felt like Ai made sure to properly finish the topic of conversation before the two parted ways, where that was intentional or not.

Ai chuckles at her sloppy words, putting the book back and instead looking to the one in her hand. Moira hands it to him as she continues speaking. “It’s like eating a bunch of baked potatoes. Or a bunch of boiled eggs. With a side of salad, or something.”

Lifting an eyebrow at Moira, Ai reads the back of the book she previously had. “I make you feel healthy?” He guesses sarcastically. Before Moira can retort, he chuckles. “I’m joking.” He tucks the book beneath his arm. “I’m glad I, uh, fill you up.”

“I-” Moira sighs, placing her face in her hands. “-okay, where are you leading me?” She asks, looking up at Ai in an attempt to look upset, but only being able to smile at his smug grin.

“It’s actually underneath the library.” Ai leads Moira to the front desk, and opens the counter’s swinging door for her to walk through. “After you.” He bows his head lightly, and Moira gives him a small curtsey in return before walking through. Ai places down the book beneath his arm and leads Moira to the behind the desk area.

Inside, there were a couple other staff members, doing their work as per usual. A woman nodded at Ai and then waved to Moira with a smile, before returning to her work. At the end of a short hallway, there looked to be a fancy looking elevator door. It looked a bit too old to fit in with the library’s general appearance, but it seemed to be painted and decorated to blend in at least a bit. Ai pressed the singular button, and the door immediately opened to them.

Once the two had entered, Moira admired the decorative carvings of the inside. Floral patterns seemed to be a regular pattern found everywhere in the libraries decorations. And it seemed that the same could be said about this unknown elevator shaft. “It’s weird to see an elevator like this in a library.” Moira claims, tilting her head as she looked at Ai curiously. “This has been here the whole time?”

Ai smiled, looking proud. “It was here even before I became the owner of the library. The elevator used to be broken, but we decided to fix it up- along with the area beneath the library. I think you’ll like what we’ve done with it.”

“Well, now I’m excited.” Moira said, smiling and tapping her fingers together excitedly. “Do you know what the area used to be, then? A basement or bunker?”

Ai hums in thought, folding his arms behind his back. “Well, it’s worth noting that this building used to be a luxury hotel before the top floors were burned. A year or so later it was renovated into the smaller building that we know and love as the library.”

Suddenly, a golden light spilled between the textured metal gates of the elevator. As Moira stepped forward to get a better look at the area- that was much larger than she expected- Ai continued. “We think it used to be a large casino or auction house.”

Below, there were many people dressed in fancy clothes, some donning masks. Many that she didn’t recognize at all- with or without the mask. They must all be visitors from outside of the town. The area was large, with several large chandeliers lighting up the top of the high ceiling, and more light sources climbing down the wall to continue the shining gold that reflected off of the room.

“Oh, wow..” Moira folded her hands together, an even more exciting smile on her face as she blushed lightly in excitment. Truthfully, she didn’t expect something so grand to be held anywhere in the small town she lived in, just due to its simplicity. Not that the simplicity was bad by any means, but even the library’s comfy atmosphere didn’t match the extravagant one that this area shone onto Moira.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Ai asked, smiling at Moira expectantly, although her face showed enough what she thought of it.

“I..” Moira paused, her face suddenly going red. “..jeez, I feel underdressed.” She says, raising her hands to her cheeks in embarrassment. What she’d put together was a black and white striped dress that hung off her shoulders, with similar stockings, and slightly more cute-looking white heels.

Ai laughs lightly as the door opens to the elevator, allowing the light to properly shine into the elevator shaft. “Welcome to my clubhouse.” He joked. He lifted his hand up to large letters encrusted on the wall above the large stage.

“Watanabe’s Bun-ra-ku-za.” Moira spelled out slowly, looking to Ai just in case she pronounced it wrong, which from the proud look on his face, it didn’t seem like she did. “What’s that mean?”

“Theatre.” Ai replied simply. “I only call it that because I’m most proud of the operas, performances and plays we hold here often.” He said, offering Moira his arm, which she gladly took as they walked through the large room. “As you can see, there are many different kinds of people here from all over the world. We have stands available for said people to rent to sell their valuables, as well as for others to buy from.”

He raises a hand to the stage, which was currently playing a snazzy jazz tune that Moira swears she’d heard before somewhere. “If it’s not a performance of some sort, we also hold auctions when we have a large amount of valuable items to sell.”

Moira recalled going to all sorts of auctions with her grandmother when she was younger. A lot of the things that she bought were old, rundown things that her grandfather would take and make it look new again. As a child, Moira never understood the value of such things or why her grandmother would pay so much for it. When she got older she was taught about how much people would pay for antiques and how valuable old things were to some people due to its age alone. Now she realizes how valuable things like that were. Her house, for instance, was considered pretty old and valuable, and had a less modern build than other houses in the town. To Moira it was valuable due to its unique design, since it was the same kind of house she grew up in.

Moira looks around, trying her best to be discreet and not stare too long at any of the beautiful fabrics or people around her. She hums a bit in thought, noticing something. “..you know, this is a small town.” She looks to Ai, “I feel like I would’ve realized that we had so many visitors. It’s not like we have any fancy hotel to hold all of these people.”

“That’s because the hotel is down here.” Ai said, holding his other arm out to large doorways on either side of them. “Plenty of room for the amount of staying guests we have. And of course a great deal of food to offer them as well.”

“Jesus..” Moira raised her free hand to her chest with a nervous but excited frown on her face. “And- and how long has this been around? There’s no way you just put this together last night!”

Ai smiles at her. “Of course not. If you want an estimate of how long it took, I’ll say it’s much longer than you’ve been in town.” He uses his free hand to pat Moira’s hand that was resting on his arm. “And, no, I’ve never mentioned this to you.”

“Oh, thank God.” Moira exhales loudly, causing Ai to laugh. He did expect her to be worried about that, but not quite as animated about it as she had been at that moment. “I honestly might’ve cried if you had- might’ve become a hermit, too.”

Ai raises a hand to his face, quieting down his laughter as he looks down and away in order to hide his face from her view. Moira scoffs, bending down a bit in an attempt to look at his face, “Well, why haven’t I known about this? I feel like I would notice a big.. Organization..? Like this, regardless.”

“Because it was only yesterday that we finished all of our preparations.” Ai claims. Moira takes another second to look up and around at the large area. On a higher balcony, it looked like one of the employees had just finished shining the wood railing. “..with small fixer-uppers.” Ai speaks, bringing Moira’s attention back to him. “I waited quite a while to get this perfect enough for you to come and see, but in that process I suppose I got a bit impatient.” He admits.

“Why was it so important that I saw it when it was completely finished?” Moira asks. Sure, he could want to show off the place when it’s finished, as anyone would want after working so hard on something. But if that were the case, then why open the place up at all if it weren’t 100% complete?

Ai smiles a bit mischievously. “Because I value your opinion, Moira. Obviously.” He says simply. Moira huffs out a laugh and comments, “You say that as if this isn’t more extravagant than anything else in town.”

“Well, don’t feed my ego. I’ll pull this up in every argument.” The shorter man says, tugging on Moira’s arm lightly. This pulled a light laugh out of her, as the two never argued at all. In all honesty, Moira doubted that it was possible to argue with Ai- in the couple years she’d known him, it seemed impossible to be able to argue with him simply because of how agreeable he was.

“Oh, please. He already does.” Another voice suddenly popped up behind the two- the deep-ish voice of a woman. Moira turned to face the unknown woman, but Ai already seemed to know her quite well. He walked up to her and hugged her tightly, and she was happy to return it as well.

The woman herself was shorter than Moira herself- as were most people- but still taller than Ai. She couldn’t tell if it was due to the woman’s heels or not. She was dressed in the same fashion as the other guests, but stood out slightly due to her lack of a mask. The woman’s dress was nice, but it also looked really simple- something that Moira might use for a base dress. Of course, Moira wouldn’t dare say this out loud. And what the woman’s dress lacked in charm, her makeup and hair- even just her face made up for it just fine.

“Mavis.” Ai greeted simply, patting her on her back after their hug. “I’m elated you could make it- I was hoping I could introduce you to my favorite patron.” He looked up to Moira and smiled brightly.

Moira held a hand out to the woman with her usual smile. “A pleasure to meet you! I’m Moira Doe-”

“- the designer, I’ve heard.” Mavis smiled casually, taking Moira’s hand for just a moment before taking her gloved hand away quickly. “I’m Mavis Marter. Popular singer where I come from.” Moira blinked, her hand still held out as she processed what Mavis had just said. Mavis lifted an eyebrow at her and Ai tilted his head lightly, confused by her own confusion. Moira clears her throat, muttering a quiet ‘sorry’ before straightening her back. “..Mavis what?”

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dreaxbrandon · 25 days

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KITCHENS - POTHOUNDS ft @mikebennet @mayrarcjas @fleetsummers

A plan - a distraction - a heist well done

mike bennet "So you ready for this caper, girl?" Mike was chewing a knob of sticky pine sap as gum, grinning down at Drea as they approached the kitchens in the community centre where Fleet and Mayra would be working. "Gotta be sneaky stealthy. You even know where them pots is at?"

Andrea Brandon "As ready as one can be. " It wasn't her first stealing rodeo. "I did some recon , I know exactly where they are. Should be in and out in no time. " she said and started to move away from Mike to not be in any line of sight when he would do his magic. She was aiming to wait by an entrance that would allow her to sneak in without being seen.

mike bennet Mike nodded at Drea and sauntered into the kitchen, hooting loudly and holding his arms out to his sides when he saw the two workers bustling around. "Well if it ain't ice mocha princess and tiny peanut princess! Just the folks I was aiming to find." He sidled to the fridge, opening it and standing in front of the door, picking up one of the carefully portioned paper-wrapped wedges of precious butter. "I got me a hankerin' for some foodstuffs and I wanted to see iffen you'uns would be willin' to help a feller out."

Mayra Rojas Mayra and Fleet were truckin' right along getting the chores done. Mayra, specifically, was getting the pre-cooking chores checked off her list. She was humming along to a song when the doors burst open, Mike sauntering through them with a cocky grin. Mayra rolled her eyes. So far she had managed to void him. Her luck ran out. "Maybe if you actually use my name, I'll see about helping you, huh?"

mike bennet "Didn't nobody tell me your name!" He left the fridge as Fleet came over to it and pointedly started closing the door onto Mike, forcing him out from its chilly area. "Put the butter back," Fleet said sharply, and Mike saluted him before going, "oh, wait," and crouching down to Fleet's height, saluting again. "So what's your name, princess? Of the ice mocha variety, not the lil goober here."

Mayra Rojas "Very convenient someone told you an old nickname but not my name," Mayra groaned as she walked up behind Fleet, her arms folded across her chest. "It's Mayra. And food will be readily available later, as long as there are no distractions. So please." She motioned toward the door, waving him away.

Andrea Brandon In a corner, Drea was waiting for the good moment to sneak in, for now just hanging back in the shadows , she could see that Mayra moved away and behind Fleet. She took this a good sign to make her first moves. With a silent thumb up she disappeared behind a working station , and looked around for her options, mapping a route to follow once she could go for it.

mike bennet Mike saw Drea creeping in and reached out to grab one shoulder each, on Mayra and Fleet both. "Moayra!" Mike said, then again, face screwed up in confusion: "Moira? Myra? Sorry, I didn't take no Heh-span-yole in school, you gonna have to be patient with my bad grammar and all that." He glanced at Fleet. "How bout you, amigo? Or, sorry--" he peered closer at Fleet, who leaned slightly back, "--you, uh … Thai or something? Like one'a them ladyboys, right?"

fleet summers "You've got to be kidding me." Fleet shook off Mike's hand, then slapped his other one off of Mayra. "My name's Fleetwood. Mayra told you the food isn't ready yet. If you need something to eat right away, there's two roasted sweet potatoes in the fridge."

Mayra Rojas "And that's him being generous, 'cause honestly I don't see a reason for you to have anything right now." Mayra folded her arms across her chest, thankful Fleet had moved Mike's hand off of her. Still, she felt an ick shiver run down her back. "Hurry up and grab your shit and get out before you're the reason everyone one else has to wait for food."

Andrea Brandon The firefighter tried not to listen but her ear just picked what Mike was saying and she shook her head. She snuck past the working station towards the back of the kitchen. Thankfully they werent using the bigger pots. She braced herself and took 2 that were piled one on top of the other. Her tongue was a bit out in concentration. She stopped midway when she realized that the pots would make noise when leaving the shelves.

mike bennet Mike noticed Drea freeze, saw the huge pots start to slide in a way that would clank, and he grabbed Mayra around the waist and kissed her, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. He kept a tight hold of her, making interested sounds into her mouth as Fleet honked indignantly in protest.

Mayra Rojas Mike's actions were too sudden and Mayra's eyes widened when his lips landed on hers. She groaned into his mouth, protesting the kiss while she tried desperately to push away from him.

Andrea Brandon like a bandaid. Rip it off and be done. She took the pots and tiptoed/ ran better than the pink panther towards the exit. Making sure the metal sound of a dumbass running with pots was kept at low and that those two people were a bit hard of hearing. She ducked behind the working station and there her training came handy to continue in squads.

Mayra Rojas Finally Mayra was able to push Mike off her. Immediately she began wiping her mouth, and ran to the sink to spit out any saliva he felt behind. "Asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

mike bennet Smirking, Mike started to say, "Well now ice Mayra princess, I--" before Fleet's elbow smashed into his mouth.

fleet summers Fleet followed up on that without a hitch in his motion, punching Mike in the throat while the bigger, taller man was still reeling, and looked back at Mayra to connect with her for a moment before telling Mike, "Get out. Don't come in here again. We'll set your food outside in the common room from now on and if you don't come collect it during mealtimes, you don't get anything."

Mayra Rojas Mayra's eyes widened for the second time, only this time her hand flew to her mouth witnessing Fleet's elbow connect with Mike's face. When Mike finally left the kitchen, Mayra chuckled. "Damn Fleet, that was kinda hot," she snorted. "Thank you, though. He's such a dickhead."

fleet summers "He's the worst." Fleet glared at Mike's retreating back, then shook his head and his hand a little bit. "God. Let's put that out of our minds. We've still got work to do." He looped his arm around Mayra for a moment, pressing a kiss to her temple, and they went back to what they'd been doing.

Andrea Brandon BOT — 24/03/2024 09:25 waiting with the pots , Drea saw Mike arrive. " There's the star of the show. That went well. Let's get you some ice and get this project started somewhere only we know." She smiled and pumped his shoulder.

mike bennet Mike puffed up, smirking and giving Drea a deep bow for her calling him the star of the show. "I'm good without the ice. Some kissin' on my big hero bruises wouldn't be turned down, though." His smirk widened, though he didn't try anything, just taking the pots from Drea to carry. "We done good and annoyed them lil kitchen bitches in the process. That there was a good day's work."

Andrea Brandon She let him take the pots and chuckled. "Don't worry handsome, I do plan on celebrating this with you. " She assured and slapped his behind and looked behind them to make sure no one saw them. A bit of mischief was always welcomed for Drea, and it was indeed a good day's work.

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So it took two hours but I'm in because my brother used my mom's phone number for mine and my cousin's phone number for his, even though it got us yelled at. First things first, ima look at the new designs and say what I think

D.VA: Not digging the ponytail, her bangs are ugly

Doomfist: At least they gave him shoes. No more grippers on the field.

Orisa: I guess I like what they did with the hair

Reinhart: OOOH BIG DADDY BAM A LAM OOOOH BIG DADDY BAM A LAM

Roadhog: That mowhawk is ugly as fuck, yee yee ass haircut

Sigma: What did they do to my baby-honey-precious ? He looks so...plain now. I hate it.

Winston: What shampoo do he use ? His hair is so much fuller, but the outfit... is meh..

Wrecking Ball: Deadass forgot this hamster yo existed so I don't care.

Zarya: That ponytail. Hell fucking no. Why do they look like they tried to soften her features ?

Ashe and Bob: I don't like how they shortened Ash's hair but it ain't bad. But nothing special.

Bastion:...Ew.

Cassidy: Got rid of his whole tan. Somehow whitewashed a white man. Blizzard probably got tired of people headcanoning him as Latino and went "Enough of that" (jokes on them, there's pale/white Latinos tho) and y'all still could've gave him a better name. I'm all for "Cassidy" but the "Cole" part is just ugly.

Echo: She didn't get a new design for some reason

Genji: Eww. Why's he wearing clothes. But ngl, the fit is drippy so he gets a pass.

Hanzo: Blizzard hates voluptuous man tiddies. Noted. Guess they only like the sort of titties their employees can steal employees breastmilk from.

Junkrat: THAT'S NOT MY BABY ! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOUUU ?!? WHO YOU IS ?!? WHO YOU BE ?!? But naw, seriously, they erased everything unique about junkrat and yassfied them. Fuck this.

Mei: So fucking cute but her OG outfit is cuter.

Pharah: Really just yeet her earrings away for no reason.

Reaper: I hate his new pants. Instead of showing off those marvelous thick thighs, they made them look clumpy.

Soldier 76: Seeing his face just feels wrong.

Sombra: An actual improvement, I just wish they gave her actual fucking shoes.

Symmetra: No more thighs, but I actually love the outfit. I do not like how one piece of hair is sticking out though.

Torbjorn: I like it but it's nothing special.

Tracer: She looks less dorky. I'm kinda sad about it.

Widowmaker: Damn, no more exposed chest but I do like the outfit. I don't care for the braid though but I love her new headpiece.

Ana: It's alright.

Baptiste: I hate his haircut and I don't care for the outfit. They massacred my boy.

Brigitte: It's alright

Lúcio: Boy looks like he got some damn pool noodles in his head, what did y'all do to him ?

Mercy: It is very meh.

Moira: So y'all just deciding to do all of my fucking mains dirty, huh ? Junkrat, Sigma, Baptiste, now Moira.

Zenyatta: It's just fucking meh.

So basically they decided to turn everyone into the equivalent of an unseasoned, raw, chicken breast. The only Main of mine that looks alright is Ashe, but not only that, most of my mains are locked.

Also, none of my skins got transferred or my voice lines. So yeah, the game is garbage. Can't wait to see the hot mess that is the gameplay, if they stop kicking me out every 15 minutes and making me wait in a que of 2000.

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Overwatch 2

I don’t really like overwatch 2 scratch that I actually hate it enrages me lol

1. No More Loot Boxes

Some people say that the grind wasn’t worth it and you had to end up buying the loot boxes or in game points or whatever it was anyway but Overwatch was one of the last few games where you could actually earn and purchase things with in game money. Season pass bullshit is one of the worse things that have happened to modern gaming and nothing can change my mind it’s all bullshit. I used to have fun waiting for the special events and the new skins, emotes, voice lines, sprays and highlight intros that came with them now any new shit that comes out is just a cash grab and it’s not worth it to me.

2. Character Designs

Some of the character designs are kind of off. This one isn’t really important as for the most part I love most of the overwatch 2 designs but some aspects or some of the outfits in general are just weird.

Pharah - I feel like they made her look washed out, her hair looks weird and they just made her suit color more vibrant and added a few unnecessary cuts and creases.

Tracer - Her design is cute but I don’t like the hair it’s weird looking, it’s too realistic or something idk but it just bothers me I feel like it’s not Overwatch’s style tbh I feel like the texture or something about her outfit is off as well.

Moira - I hate Moira’s new eye it looks like someone carved a piece off of Jason Vorhees mask and shoved it in her eye although I do actually like Moira’s outfit it should’ve been black imo.

Widowmaker - I don’t know how other people feel about widows hair but I certainly don’t like it. I preferred her ponytail, I also feel she should’ve had more colors to her outfit I feel there was a bitch too much gray and they just shoved armor on her.

Mercy - I like Mercy’s outfit although I would prefer the oranges and yellows to be more vibrant though the outfit overall is cute. I do not like her short hair though I feel as though it just doesn’t match her character.

Reaper - I hate Reaper’s new design it’s stupid they cut off all the sharp edges and then gave the man sweatpants. The only thing I like about his newdesign is the armor on his arms.

3. 5v5

Quite possibly the worst thing that happened to overwatch in my opinion besides the battle pass bullshit is that 5v5 garbage. Like it was fine the way it was. It feels extremely unbalanced and now if one tank is bad at the game your whole team struggles. The whole point of 6v6 is that it was balanced. There is a severe lack of protection for the whole team especially the healers. Most of the tanks don’t even have shields to compensate for the lack of the other tank. It feels like most of the tanks are just super buff offense characters with little ability to actually defend the team and keep them safe.

4. Overwatch 2 Force Update

The fact that overwatch 1 no longer exist makes me so sad. I truly believe this would’ve flopped and maybe they did too that’s why they literally forced it on us. Overwatch 2 is literally just one terrible giant update

5. New Maps

This might just be my eyes but some of the new maps follow the same layout as the old ones. I don’t know the new maps well enough to say which ones they are and I have a hard time remembering the old map names too so I’m just making a general observation here.

Side note some characters feel super overpowered lol I’m not gonna name names bc I don’t know enough factually in that area to make that statement but I’m just gonna put it out there

Ending on a positive note (although it’s hard to find one lol ok I’m being salty) the new characters are pretty cool and feel like they at least took some time to design them and shit

Ofc this is all just my opinion, you don’t have to agree with me after all we each have our own views on things and we are entitled to that. I just wanted to share my thoughts with y’all lol have a great day 😙

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #gaming rant #gaming #ow2 #just ranting #hate this game #gamer #overwatch characters #battle pass #rant post

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A Highland Song Review (Nintendo Switch OLED)

For this A Highland Song Review, To reach the sea, Moira must first cross the Scottish Highlands—a wilderness of paths, peaks, shortcuts, dangers, and song. For fifteen years, Moira McKinnon has lived with her mum in a small house on the edge of the Scottish Highlands. Then one day she receives a letter from her Uncle Hamish urging her to come to the coast. If she can reach his lighthouse for Beltane, a wonderful surprise will be waiting...

A Highland Song Review Pros:

- Beautiful hand-drawn graphics. - 1.2GB download size. - Platformer gameplay. - Best experienced with headphones. - Music calibration tool. - Gameplay and accessibility options - trip less when running to music, never flail while climbing, easier music rhythms, single jump button only, and weather and environment (mild/moderate/harsh) - In-game cutscenes. - Excellent voice work. - Platformer gameplay. - 2D perspective. - The camera can be zoomed in and out. - Fantastic locations and vistas to admire as you play. - The world is multi-layered so you can go into different layers like into the background or to the foreground. - The map fills in as you play and mark things. - Play how you want. - The story unfolds as you play. - Rest and sleep when you want to regain health but comfort is important and if you are uncomfortable you get less health. - Multiple routes happen all the time from paths to ledges. - Full day and night cycle with weather effects. - A chilled game. - Anything shiny is either something Interactive or a point of interest to mark on your map. - Multiple choice encounters and questions. - Find little mini-game-style sequences like stone skipping. - You can run out of breath and have to stop to compose yourself. - Discoveries get marked down in your notebook. - You get ever so slight help with markings. - Climbing and running can have you running out of breath. - Find resting spots. - It pays to explore and check out everywhere you can. - Really clever level design. - Puzzle elements throughout. - Simple controls. - Sleeping or resting will advance time and change the weather in real-time. - Very accessible. - Find and climb up all the peaks. - You get told when you last saved when you quit out. - Rhythm action platformer sections with the deer actually make you stronger so you can run and climb for longer. - You can find shortcuts and ways to change the layout of the world. - When asleep you can ask questions and get new discoveries. - Find the map locations marked (you get visual and audible feedback) to get new paths and name locations. - Items can be found and used in situations as a solution. - The game just compels you to keep going as every new discovery or shortcut is so rewarding. - You cannot die, if a fall would take you out then you simply respawn before. - The overall goal of the game is to make it to the lighthouse for the special event. - At the end of a run (when you make it) you get a breakdown of how many peaks and map pieces you found and used along with how many days it took you. - Each time you start again you keep all map shortcuts, discovered peaks, and items collected. - You Learn and earn every time you play a new run and it's fascinating to see how different and deep this world actually is. - Every subsequent playthrough feels new and unique even when retreading old ground. - The level design is fascinating in that you are always looking at peaks, shortcuts, and more. - A great handheld game. A Highland Song Review Cons: - The performance in docked mode is not always smooth. - It's not always clear where and when you can change between the layers of the game world. - She is very vocal and noisy. - It's not very good at explaining itself and helping with things like map marking and traversal in general. - I got stuck a few times. - It's a lot of going back and forth and learning where to go. - You don't get to move the camera around outside of the designated viewpoints. - Learning and marking the map pieces you find is really difficult with not great feedback. - You never feel like or know when you are making actual progress. Related Post: Salt And Sacrifice Review (Nintendo Switch OLED) A Highland Song: Official website. Developer: inkle (inklestudios.com) Publisher: inkle (inklestudios.com) Store Links - Nintendo Read the full article

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Overwatch OC Voice Lines

Character Name: Alexis Wolf

Hero Name: Wolf

Class: Damage

Country of Origin: America

Voice Description: Light but rough (Voice Claim Krystal LaPorte)

Spawn Room

Hero Selected: “Never fancied myself a hero, we’ll see...”

Hero Change: “Wolf, signing on!”

During Set Up: “Ugh, this is taking forever...”, “What are we waiting for?”, “Are we gonna get started soon... or...”

Respawn: “That hurt”, “Here we go again...”, “Rise and shine...”

Attacking

Enemy Ultimate: (Grenade Blitz) “Bombs away!”

Friendly Ultimate: (Grenade Blitz) “Watch your heads!”

Ability 1 (Chain): (Enemy) “Stay right where you are!” (Ally) “Hold still!”

Ability 2 (Bandage): “This’ll help”

Killing Enemy: “That’s enough out of you”, “Should’ve backed down”, “Next!”, “Should have kept your head down”

Killing Ana: “With all due respect, Captain.”

Killing Ashe: “I didn’t forget.”

Killing Cassidy: “Sorry, darlin’.”

Killing Genji: “Shazai no yūjin (Apolgies friend)”

Killing Hanzo: “Just because your brother forgave you doesn’t mean I have to”

Killing Mercy: “Sorry, Doc”

Killing Moira: “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time”

Killing Reaper: “Something had to be done about you. Might as well have been up to me.”

Killing Reinhardt: “With nothing but respect, big guy.”

Killing Widowmaker: “Forgive me Gerard.”

Revenge Kill: “Didn’t think I’d take that lying down did you?”

Team Kill: (Offense) “They’re down! Push forward!” (Defense) “They’re down! Regroup and get ready!”

Teammates

When Teammate Gets An Elimination: “Damn, that was a good shot. I’m impressed.”

When A Teammate is On Fire: “Get after it then”

Thanks: “Thank you”

When Mercy Damage Boosts Her: “Let’s do this, Doc”

Group Up: “I’m over here, let’s get a move on!”

Hello: “Hey.”

I Need Healing: “I could use a doctor right about now”

Under Attack: “Facing heavy fire over here!”

Interactions

*With Genji on Hanamura* Wolf: “A lot nicer than the last time I was here.” Genji: “I think things worked out, my friend.” / Genji: “Alex, I never got the chance to properly thank you.” Wolf: “You saved me quite a bit, Genji. I don’t want to hear anything about favors and thank yous.”

*With Hanzo on Hanamura* Hanzo: “You saved my brother’s life, why?” Wolf: “I just couldn’t bring myself to leave him. One of the best decisions I’ve ever made.”

Moira: “Wolf, what a pleasure to see you again.” Wolf: “I hate you.”

Wolf: “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.” Ashe: “If memory serves, someone had a hard time mindin’ her own business...”

Genji: “Just like old times, huh Wolf?” Wolf: *laughs* “Maybe a bit better than old times, I think.”

Wolf: “It really is good to see you again Genji, I’m glad you’ve found peace.” Genji: “I can only hope the same for you.”

*With Cassidy on Route 66* Cassidy: “Well this looks familiar.” Wolf: “Yeah, I distinctly remember getting the better of you last time we were here.” Cassidy: “Wouldn’t have it any other way darlin’.”

Wolf: “And where the hell have you been?” Cassidy: “Awww, she missed me.” Wolf: “Shut up, cowboy.”

*On a team with Roadhog and Junkrat* Wolf: “Is he always this loud?” Roadhog: “Yes.”

What She Has to Say About Maps

Eichenwalde: “I’ve heard people talk about werewolves out here. A bit far fetched if you ask me.” / “I always wondered where the big guy came from, it’s beautiful, in an old and... broken sort of way.”

Hanamura: “Despite everything, it really is beautiful here.”

Horizon Lunar Colony: “Wish Mom and Dad could’ve see this” (Telescope Line)

Rialto: “This place is far too familiar for my comfort.”

Route 66: “Yippe kay-yeah, here we go again.”

Temple of Anubis: “Maybe I shouldn’t have worn black out here...”

Watchpoint: Gibraltar: “Wow... Never thought I’d actually see this place again...”

Support Character Specific (What they would say while healing a certain character or what the Overwatch character would say while gettign healed)

Bandaging Cassidy: “Try not to get yourself killed out there...” or Cassidy being bandaged: “Aww, she still worries about me.” “Shut up and get back out there.”

#alexis wolf #overwatch oc #overwatch x reader #Overwatch #overwatch 2 #cassidy x oc #cassidy x reader

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