#aleksandra rambles

[flowery-manipulations]

Why is Tumblr recommending me catholic and forced birthers accounts? I'm the furthest thing from those and don't interact with their content?

#aleksandra rambles #im literally pro choice and spiritual #anti catholic #im an ex catholic but i left years ago so theres little chance i interacted with any religious posts recently

[pikatik]

what’s ur ethnicity? idk ur name sounds very eastern european or am i just tweakin

I'm from Russia, so it probably is :D

#Though I did change the spelling of “Aleksandr” to “Aleksander” in English :D #And “Sasha” is just a shortened version of “Aleksandr/Aleksandra” here #Sorry I like rambling about stuff #sasha answers stuff

[feverishlust]

[ CLEANSE ] - Daniel x Aleks

[ CLEANSE ] our muses have sex in the bathtub. / @midnightsaboteur this had been what, their third-- maybe even fourth bender of the week? frankly, aleksandra wasn’t even sure what day it was, let alone what hour of the day. the only possible hint she was receiving, was the way the rays of sunshine made their way through the curtains, the light finally rustling her away from her sleep. with a feeling of being satiated in her bones, combined with a bleariness at being awake, aleks took her sweet time in waking up, tangled in luxury sheets. 

it might have taken her longer than she wanted to admit, but the blonde soon realized that the comforting, warm presence she had grown so accustomed to having beside her was empty. the pounding headache behind her eyes still very much there, any type of modesty had gone out the window as the blonde carefully sat up and rose out of bed.

her bare feet basically made no sound against the marble floor, her eyes and ears still managing to stay alert to if at all, any noises she could pick up. in retrospect, they may have overdone it. but the drugs and alcohol made everything that much better. it was as if it managed to make them succinct; in tuned to one and other; be one with one and other. and as much as aleksandra didn’t consider herself to be a sap; she yearned for that feeling, that sensation; as if thousands upon thousands of tiny little explosions covered over her skin each time they met. 

it took a moment, maybe even a few more than that; to hear the distinctive sound of the tapwater bouncing in the tub. tap. tap. tap tap tap. again, and again. but she wasn’t in any rush, no, not lazy mornings like this. they had nowhere to go; or maybe they did, but in the moment it didn’t matter. finally, stopping herself when she spotted the source of the noise and who she was looking for, a slow, lazy smile settled onto her lips as she leaned against the doorframe, watching him closely; not a care in the world as he laid back into the tub. 

luxury was a thing aleks lived for. she had spent a stupidly ridiculous amount of money on a bathroom she barely used, but the view she had made up for all the hundred of thousands of dollars she had invested in it. dim light barely illuminating the somewhat large claw tub settled in against a wall, the natural light shining from the sunroof directly above the musician. she knew full well she was just there, not a care or clothing in the world, watching him just be there. but she couldn’t stop looking at him, that similar feeling still there, even if the intensity had managed to diminish from hours ago. but it didn’t matter, because; the feeling was still there. 

pushing herself off the doorframe, she let the silence finally shatter away with her words. “ jesus, fuck, ” she murmured, stepping in closer towards him, her voice hoarse, rough. “ how are you so... ” she paused, unable to find words, lips parted as she stared back at him. she shook her head, lips smirking as that distance between the pair was becoming minimal with each drip of water, a slim leg finally stepping into the tub, slow goosebumps raising over her skin as she carefully sank into the water, her legs on either side of his hips, that smirk impossibly, stubbornly there. “ you know what? i feel like making a mess this morning with you.” 

#midnightsaboteur #( hi yes!!!!!!! i hope this is okay!!!!! <3333 ) #( aleksandra x daniel ) #( it got extra rambly but i got extra inspired by the gif so !!!! :-) )

[ilinalta]

damn you know what’s the worst about trying to find tips for executive disfuntion? they all tell you to set up yet another system, whereas the problem is have is that i am already exhausted from functioninng under a 1000 systems i don’t even conciously notice that i’ve set up for myself and if i add another one i might implode

ironically all these systems make me exhausted and make my executive disfunction worse

#god i really wish i could just DO thing #without thinking about how to do it #the moment i started noticing i set up constraints on how to do thing i realised how deep it goes #and i feel like if i let go of them theres nothing left #i know there is but how do i find it #aleksandra speaks #i am rambling today dont worry

[pajorko]

OLA SIKORA?!

#SHE'S ALIVE #GOD IT'S BEEN 84 YEARS #poland wnt #aleksandra sikora #ola sikora #woso #live ramblings

[postfuturistikarcturus]

I have been drawing some cars stuff again (Mostly oc things tho) so here we go

I thought of this random scenario in which Rod meets my oc (First time I have ever drawn him btw) because i thought the size difference would look amusing. I don't think they would get along.

I mean she really is very small according to this pic lol

More oc stuff under the cut because I'm about to post a long ramble.

I also drew a human version of her, even tho she is my carsona, I wanted her to be more of her own character so I didn't make her a mirror image of my irl self and made some features different.

I also came up with some headcanons/Facts about her, that picture with Rod really gave me some ideas.

- Aleksandra is usually the peacekeeper among the lemons, trying to prevent unnessecary fights and arguments on the rig, and is usually very kind and polite to all. She thinks arguing with other lemons is a waste of time, when they all have the same goal, and they should put their differences aside.

- When Rod came to the rigs under the disguise, she sensed that something was off with him, and didn't act as nice and polite with him, much to everyone's confusion. I mean why would she suddenly act so cold towards a random Gremlin?

- When Rod got caught, Aleksandra was the first to be like "What did I tell you? I knew there was something wrong with him."

- Is a silent observer, looks like she is daydreaming and not paying attention to anything you say, but is actually listening to everything you say, and will remember the most interesting things years later.

- (Human version) Looks younger than she is, I headcanon her to be in her early 30s.

- I've mentioned before that her job is usually to run all kinds of errands and make deliveries (small weapons for example) and she also works as Zundapps eyes at the rig, when he is busy doing his work, reporting any suspicious activity.

#my art #cars #cars 2 #cars fandom #Oc #Carsona #rod redline

[rughydrangea]

So my initial reaction to the news of a Master and Margarita movie was basically, good for them but it's not for me. I tend to avoid adaptations of books I love, mainly because I already have this perfect thing, I don't need an inferior version of it. And in my heart of hearts I know that Lockshin's new movie is not as good as the novel Master and Margarita, which if you catch me on the right day I will say is the greatest novel ever written (it's either that or Brothers Karamazov, I go back and forth) (yes I am aware that I haven't read ALL the novels ever written).

Even the casting of Yuliya Snigir' and Yevgenii Tsyganov as the titular characters didn't move me, though I like both of them as actors and think they have pretty interesting taste in the projects they choose (they are also married, though he had like 6 kids with his first wife! the man has so many children!) (also I've seen him onstage in the Seagull!).

HOWEVER. The shots that I've been seeing of the set decoration have intrigued me, it's like art deco on steroids, I can't deny that appeals to me. And then there are the shots of Margarita...

I am OBSESSED. On the one hand, these are reminding me of Aleksandra Ekster's stunning space-baroque designs from the Soviet silent film Aelita (see below). On the other, though I'm not entirely sure what scenes these are from, I think the second one is from the satanic ball sequence, and I do respect this kind of reinterpretation of what's in the novel. In the novel, the ball is a kind of test for Margarita: if she can stay standing throughout the entire ball, completely naked save for a very heavy necklace, and greet every guest who arrives, then she passes and Woland will help her save the Master. That's kind of a big ask from a performer, though. I've always thought that Margarita being naked is crucial to that scene (when I was an edgy undergrad I wrote an entire paper about people being naked in m&m and how clothing/lack thereof denotes varying levels of spiritual purity), but I can't deny that I'm incredibly intrigued by this kind of refocusing on super-elaborate accessories (in wide shots I've seen, it looks like she's fully covered but the cloth of her dress tends towards translucent).

It's bedtime, I'm rambling, and also haven't seen the movie. But I guess I'm saying that I'm kind of curious? Even though in my heart I still don't understand why you would try to adapt a book that's already perfect. Seriously, I have read m&m many times, in Russian and English, and it never loses any of its power for me. But if you're going to do it, do something interesting with it, and it seems like maybe Lockshin has done that? He's also made the zed-patrioty angry, and that really does fill me with joy.

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #this is so bad maybe i'll edit it later #master and margarita #russia cannot be understood with the mind alone

[malusienki]

something that caught my eye about nozze when i first watched through it was the use of the diminutive “susanetta” for susanna.

the reason it stuck out and the reason i love it [‘susanetta’] so much is because it reminded me of diminutives(?) used in polish (i’m not sure if this is just a family thing/regional thing but)

for instance, my whole life i’ve been called my real name and a polish-ified diminutive of it. that being “ashlunia” except its more pronounced “eszlunia” (sh with r life in it?) there’s examples for other names, like beata being beatka, bernadette to jest bernadtka/benia, aleksandra being… ola for some reason. jakub being kubuś. zofia being zosia, susanna being zuzia, etc. there’s like nonexistent but also kinda of existent rules to this and to be honest i dont know how else to explain it .

my favorite part of this process is the polishification of very anglicized names. we call my dog miluś. his name is milo. he responds to both

i never really knew how to explain it to my friends because calling it a nickname didn’t exactly feel right (even though that’s … technically what it is) i always just . told them it was a cute way of saying my name . which isn’t entirely false! it’s just an interesting tradition

i know other cultures/languages use diminutives as well (of course!) i just. suppose it didn’t occur to me. that it would show up in opera. and for it to be so close to what i’ve been raised around? its rlly cool!

sorry for the silly rambly post !!!

**i’m sure nozze isn’t the only opera this popped up in!!

#ash gone silly #le nozze di figaro

[aza-writes]

Blood Red : Chapter 12

She’s so beautiful

TW: mentions of blood and death

Hell's Kitchen : 2016

Aleksandra's POV

The day seemed to move slowly, like it teasing me, wanting 5:00 to never come. Though, I'm not surprised today would feel slow due to yesterday's packed schedule and the excitement of last night.

"And even after all that, you didn't even get a name out of the girl?" Wesley spoke softly, just above a whisper, wanting to give Anatoly the impression that everything would be okay and that this was just an uneventful ride home.

"No." Anatoly did speak in a whisper, his voice was disappointed and ashamed; embarrassed about how he failed tonight. "The man in black came before our men had finished." He kept rambling on and on about the man in black as I brought him out to the car, trying to justify tonight's actions. None of the excuses mattered, he failed.

A long pause followed Anatoly's sentence. There was a lot of weight to this conversation, everything meant something. Anatoly interrupted Mr. Fisk even when Wesley was trying to stop him. The weight is even heavier since Anatoly doesn't know he did something wrong. He doesn't know how badly he fucked up.

"You were right to reach out to us, although..." Wesley pauses again for a second "a call would have been more appropriate." He keeps his eyes forward, wanting to have control of the situation as I stare at Anatoly across from me.

"I wanted to speak with him in person." Anatoly glances at me and then out the window. He's making it obvious he's uncomfortable with my presence. "Try to put the past behind us."

The silence that follows from Wesley is loud. A loud screech can be heard from the breaks, making Anatoly's ears perk up.

"Why are we stopping?"

"They say the past is etched in stone, but it isn't." Wesley finally looks over at Anatoly, whose face is displaying the concern and confusion he's feeling. "It's smoke." He takes another long pause. "Trapped in a closed room, swirling, changing. Buffeted by the passing of years and wishful thinking." Another. Long. Pause. "But even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers. Like the scent of burning wood."

Wesley's phone goes off, breaking, or adding tension to the conversation depending on who you are. Wesley reaches for it and looks for a second, the number is already burned into his brain, then answers.

"Sir?" A brief pause. "Yes, passenger side." 

"Was that him?"  Wesley hums in agreement.

"He'd like to have a word with you."

"Очень хорошо." (very well)

The rest was all blood. I had to physically restrain myself from interrupting Fisk and killing Anatoly myself. The metallic smell filled the car, I could hear his bones cracking, the squish of his face being slammed over and over again until his head was clean off.  Blood was dripping from the car, I was in heaven and hell at the same time. The smell was glorious but the fact I had to restrain myself was physically painful.

Mr. Fisk looks at himself in the mirror for a second, allowing the adrenaline to leave his body. As his was dropping, mine was rising. Every moment I couldn't get my hands covered in the blood that was so carelessly flowing, my body grew hotter and hotter. My muscles were twitching, waiting for Fisk to allow me to smell, taste, and touch it.

Fisk takes a step away from the car to allow himself to calm down more. "Tell Mr. Potter I'll need a new suit." Mr. Fisk orders Wesley. My tunnel vision was so bad that I didn't even notice that Wesley got out of the car.

"What about this?" Wesley gestures to Anatoly's headless body laying on the ground.

"Take what's left of him and send it to his brother. Alek is allowed to clean up the rest how she pleases." My throat runs dry at the mention of my name, at the thought of me getting to run my hands through the blood of someone I couldn't even tolerate for a minute.

"It'll start a war." Wesley's voice doesn't show any concern, he's just stating a fact.

"I'm counting on it." That was all Fisk said. His voice was calm and rational. Prepared for the war that was about to begin.

The rest of the night was simple, I helped Wesley put Anatoly into a trashcan three blocks away from their office and then collected all the leftover blood I could into vials, earning disgusted looks from Wesley. I didn't care about his opinion, all I cared about was clearing my head and getting a stash of a week's worth of "calm down" blood, using most of it when I got home.

Although the excitement of yesterday did contribute to today feeling long, the fact I had to go to an early meeting this morning with Wesley didn't help the pacing. I got back to my apartment around 2 in the morning after last night's target then had to be up and ready to leave for a meeting with Vladimir at 6:00. With only four hours until I had to leave, I chose a shower and a meal instead of sleeping.

The meeting wasn't meaningful or anything, it was just an alibi; a way to cover Mr. Fisk's tracks from last night. I don't know if I should give Wesley credit for being a decent actor or to blame Vladimir for being so dense that he believed that we didn't know where Anatoly was. There is one person I know who deserves credit: Fisk. Fisk planted everything perfectly, getting Vladimir to believe that the man in the black mask was the one who killed his brother. He played him like a violin.

There was no point in taking a nap when I got back to my apartment, it would only waste the time that I had for myself. I took my time training today, both in fighting and in ballet. I spent hours gliding across my training room, ensuring perfect technique, and continuing to perfect what was already perfect. I also had to earn tonight. I had to feel like I was productive today before going out with Maverick.

The Voyevoda by Tchaikovsky blared throughout my apartment as I start to get ready. The opera reminds me of my Babushka (grandmother). She was an opera singer before she had my мама and aunt. Every female on my mother's side of the family was musically gifted, preaching to me that it was easy to find favor with the elders and potential suitors. It was the reason my мама wanted me to become a ballerina, they are well respected in Russia amongst not only the elite but also the civilians. She was my first teacher; she led my before and after school practices every day, she was the person who started my diet, and she poured her heart and soul into my dancing. Imagine her shock when she found out my father was also training me in combat.

The music continues to play as I start to apply my makeup. I feel unsure as I put it on, not knowing how to apply my makeup for an American date. Is it like my normal makeup, or do I do my fancy makeup when I'm trying to seduce men on missions? No, that would be crazy right? And what do I wear? Shit, what is wrong with me? I need to relax, I don't have time to but I need to. I don't even know where we're going or what we're going to do, how am I supposed to get ready for something I don't even know what I'm doing. I pick up my phone, looking for anything; a text from Maverick, maybe a message from Fisk, and the time. 4:22. I have approximately 38 minutes until Maverick picks me up. Why am I so unsure of myself? I am a Black Widow damnit, I don't need to worry about a stupid little date. Is it little though? It's my first date ever where I'm not pretending to be someone else, I'm being me. Not Roksana Smirnova the Russian aristocrat trying to seduce a 63-year-old man, not Bonnie Hendry a Scottish school girl trying to seduce a 37-year-old man, nor any other of my false identities used to seduce men for information or blackmail. I am just Aleksandra Nikitana; a 16-year-old girl not trying to seduce a man, but just trying to get to know a boy.

I'm taking a long time to look at my reflection and think about how I should do my hair. I can just braid it and get it over with. I do a single, loose, french braid that starts just a few inches behind my forehead. I pull out a few strands around my face to frame it. It's not functional nor appropriate to wear in combat but it's pretty. I feel pretty, a new type of pretty. An innocent pretty.

I wave of calm envelops my body, sending a soft shiver down my spine. I don't know where this calm is coming from, but I'll enjoy every second of it. I'll enjoy the calm before the storm because tonight will be pure anxiety if I don't. My reflection doesn't reveal how I feel on the inside. Someone might think that I'm not worried at all and I've never been, that dating is a casual thing for me, not a first. My face is cold, emotionless. Would he like that? I need to soften my face. Emotion in this situation isn't a weakness, it's flattery, but in moderation of course.

A soft buzz coming from my doorbell pulls me from my thoughts. It's a request to be let up. Usually, people avoid using it; Fisk found a way around it so his men are never tracked going in and out of my building. It must be Maverick then. He wouldn't care about being tracked, this isn't malicious. I hurry over to my buzzer, ready to buzz him up.

"Hey Aleksandra, it's me, Maverick. I'm here to pick you up." There it was, his voice. I know his voice is delicate and that fact is imprinted in my mind, but every time I hear it it's like the first time. And it's soft, not weak, but his words flow out of his mouth without an ounce of harshness. He's confident but soft.

I take a deep breath and soften my voice before pressing the button. "Come on up." I want him to hear my excitement, I need him to know that I want to be here.

I buzz him up and wait in my bedroom for him to knock on my door. I take another long look in the mirror to see if I need to make touch-ups before he gets here. My outfit, hair, and makeup are all simple and put together in an attempt to achieve an effortless look.

Three soft knocks on my door alert me that he is here and that it's time to go. I take another long, deep breath trying to mentally prepare myself for what's about to happen.

I hurry to the door, not wanting to keep Maverick waiting for too long. I tiny smirk curls across my lips as I open the door. The first thing I see is his eyes. The light green-hazel color compliments his hair perfectly. His features look perfect like God took extra time to put him together. I'm not the only one staring, he's looking into my eyes as well. Not just at my eyes, into them.

We just look at each other for a few seconds, but it feels like forever. "You look beautiful." His soft smile crept onto his face along with a slight pink hue on his cheeks.

"Thank you. You look nice too." His smile becomes bigger and the rosiness of his cheeks deepens.

"Thanks." He looks down at his hands and then immediately back to my eyes. "These are for you." He hands me a bouquet of dark red dahlia flowers with baby's breath scattered in. "You said your favorite color is red so I tried to find a red flower that isn't as cliche as roses."

I hadn't even noticed that he was holding flowers, I was so focused on his face. I go to grab the bouquet from him and our hands brush together, fingers lingering longer than they should. The scent of the flowers fills my nose, calming my nerves along with igniting my excitement. This is good, dating is independence. I'm separating myself from my work, allowing a personal life for the first time.

"I thought we could go to a little cafe not far from here. Do you like coffee?" 

I step aside and let him in while I put the flowers in a vase. "Obsessed with it."

He takes two steps in and shuts the door behind him. He gestures to my kitchen. "I assumed by the giant Keurig in your kitchen along with the several K-cups you have on display."

I smile back at him, not being able to help it. His smile is so contagious, infectious even. "Yeah, it's a bad habit I can't kick and don't want to either."

He chuckles lightly. I feel a small sense of pride knowing that I was able to make him laugh.

He held out his arm to me. "Shall we?" His tone was joking and sincere.

I nod and take his arm. "We shall."

• • • • • •

Maverick's POV

She looks amazing. Her hair is tied back into a braid, but it's not as tight as the ones she normally wears, it's loose and frames her face. It resembles how she looked the first time I met her, delicate. Not the type of delicate where she's fragile, not even close. She's the embodiment of "looks like a butterfly, stings like a bee." She's so pretty, everything about her is so pretty. The way she moves talks, and her facial expressions even.

She's so beautiful.

The conversation is light and comfortable, treading on the line of small talk and getting to know each other. I want it to grow though. I want to know every little detail about her. It sounds incredibly cheesy, but I can't get over her voice. I want to know beyond what she is "allowed to tell me." I want to know the details about her life that Fisk himself doesn't know about.

"So how did you hear about this place?" Her eyes wander around the shop, Looking at all the artwork that covers the walls. The cafe is kinda niche, but it's nice. The walls are matcha green with earthy tones scattered throughout, and paintings from local artists covered every inch of the wall behind the counter.

"I worked here for a few months before I started working for my uncle. I didn't care where I worked I just wanted a job and some money for myself."

She nods and continues to sip her coffee. A large, cold-brewed black coffee. No milk, no cream, no sugar. There was no sweetness to it, all bitter. The lady at the counter looked at her funny like she was surprised someone would go to a coffee shop and order black coffee. I felt like a complete idiot ordering a hot chocolate.

I'm unsure how to deepen the conversation, I feel like we're stuck in a loop of small talk and I'm over it. I clear my throat slightly, not trying to be rude but instead attempting to muster up some courage. "Why did you come to New York?" Her eyes shoot up to mine, and her mouth doesn't move an inch. I can't read her facial expressions well, even her eyes are immune to showing emotion. "Or is that classified?"

She cracks a small smile and chuckles lightly. "No necessarily classified, more illegal." She smiles a bit wider, breaking the tension. Her smile isn't toothy in the slightest, it's a simple grin but it's the most I've seen.

"Oh come on, now you have to tell me." I push playfully. I'm scared of making her uncomfortable and shy away from talking.

"He's dead and I fled the country."

"Oh." I pause for a moment. "That's not classified?"

"Black Widow program was destroyed and I along with hundreds of other girls at that one facility were out of a job. Besides, our employer protects me and you work for him." A slight smirk grows on her face then immediately drops.

I remember Leland mentioning her history in the Black Widow program and it being dissolved when we were on our way to her apartment for the inspection but he didn't mention much else after that. Fisk was the only person who knew substantial information about Aleksandra and her past, second to him was Wesley, other than them no one knew much.

"So you enjoyed the job? I guess you did if you're still kinda doing a variation of it." I take a long sip of my hot chocolate while keeping eye contact with her the whole time.

"I do not attach emotion to it. I owed the General a debt, he gave me a purpose. I was lost, our employer saved me."

"Now you owe him a debt?"

"No, he gives me a lot of money." She cracks a small smile, letting me know that she was intending for it to be a joke. I crack a smile at her and chuckle a bit. She's

"Can I ask another question?" Again, her eyes shift up to meet mine again, softer this time.

"Mhm." She takes a long sip of her coffee, and my eyes glance at her lips then back up into her eyes trying not to be rude. With every question her eyes relax, her features soften, and she leans in closer.

"Do you have a favorite song?" A small laugh of relief escapes her lips.

"Of course, I think that if someone doesn't have a favorite song then they are lying to themselves."

I can't help but laugh and she joins along. Her eyes show more emotion again. Her eyes mimic a smile with a slight wrinkle to them.

"So what's yours?" I ask again, hoping to get some more insight into who she is.

She smirks lightly, giving me some confidence that I'm not screwing this date up. "You first."

• • • • • •

Masterlists

#matt murdock #matt murdock x oc #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #wilson fisk #daredevil x oc #natasha romanoff #the defenders #the punisher x oc #the punisher #foggy nelson #frank castle x oc #blood red #frank castle #yelena belova

[ceremoany]

kristoff from frozen invented being a himbo

#he laid the groundwork and we are forever indebted to him for it #kristoff bjorgman #kristanna #frozen #frozen 2 #aleksandra rambles

[perseus-apologist]

LIKE LIKE LIKE, I know Kravchenko is a bad guy, I know his ambition has caused him to do so much damage to his fellows and enemies alike, but he cared so much for Valentina and that hurts

he took her under his wing, I assume after she told him her fabricated uncle story, (in which Lukas locks her in the basement, and as retaliation, she slits his throat). he gave her so much access to Omega resources, not because he saw her as a formidable ally, but because he saw, in her, a daughter he never had

Lev recognized that the cards were stacked against her and yet she persevered. she conquered because she was ambitious, because she was no doormat for all to use.

and i’m. i just. i like him.

#cod zombies #aleksandra valentina #dr aleksandra valentina #lev kravchenko #dark aether ramblings #txt post #anyways Kravchenko snap my neck challenge ❤️

[flowery-manipulations]

I passed everything!!! Not sure if I will qualify for the year in industry, but at least I'm moving on to the second year 🎉

#aleksandra rambles #university thoughts

[fangzeronos]

WOOOOOOHOOOOOO

369 days and my first EXTREMELY long fic is finished! “Mercy’s Big Experiment” was a stupid little idea of “Let’s make Overwatch’s resident healing angel fuck the rest of the named women that aren’t dead or haven’t appeared!”

I actually had it all planned out, but you know the saying “The character dictates the story”? Yeah...that happened. Chapters got shuffled, ideas got scrapped, whole sections got removed because I didn’t think they’d flow right (like a scene between Mercy and Soldier:76 in Chapter 13.) and it flowed a lot better.

I’m really happy with how it turned out, and even though I didn’t post it here, it’s up in it’s entirety on both AO3 and FanFiction.net, just look up the same username as here on both!

Gonna take November and December off, recharge the batteries and HOPEFULLY I’ll come back in January with some new ideas to hammer out. Like a “How many weapons do you have!?” sex-fic between Azula and Suki in my “Fanning The Flames” series. ;)

#Dan rambles #Overwatch #Angela Ziegler #Hana Song #Amelie LeCroix #Satya Vaswani #Aleksandra Zaryanova #Dr. Mei-Ling Zhou #Dr. Moira O'Deorain #Sombra #Tracer #Ashe #I'm so glad this thing is finished #I'll either write more fic or start on my horror book #either way #TAKING THE LAST 60 DAYS OF THE YEAR OFF IS GONNA BE GREAT FOR MY BRAIN

[anqelbean]

Someone I thought of as a friend turned out to be a bigot today.

Notice how I used past tense when saying "thought of as a friend".

#that bitch ain't my friend anymore #i don't care anymore #fuck you Aleksandra #fuck you #vent #anqels ramblings

[brunkles]

Did some facial diversity practice with the favorites! I think I’m liking how i’m drawing now! (x)

Don’t tag as mei/hem thanks!

#christine rambles #overwatch #ow #junkrat #roadhog #zarya #mei #zaryamei #zarmei #roadrat #junkhog #mei ling zhou #aleksandra zaryanova #mako rutledge #jamison fawkes

[hellasaiko]

:O

#overwatch #zarya #aleksandra zaryanova #:o #hella rambles