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Meet the New Mods

Introducing Mod Evie and Mod Viena, my two new assistant writers! I think they’ve got amazing writing styles and will really help this blog turn out more content. I hope you all welcome them and enjoy their work~

Mod Evie

Yo~! I don’t really know how to start this, but as you can see, the name’s Evie and I’m a moderator for this blog. I’ve been playing Overwatch since the beginning and am deep into the lore. It’s the first FPS I’ve ever played (that counts), by the way.

My mains in competitive are D.Va and Mercy, though my favorite character lore-wise is definitely Genji. I would marry him in a heartbeat. I also ship Genji with a couple other of the male characters (mainly McCree), but other then that I’m not much of a shipper.

Other things about me? I live alone in an apartment, own a cat and stay inside most of the time. I draw and write, watch YouTube and play games (that is, Overwatch) in my pastime. I pretty much have no life, to put it simply. But that just means I’ll have all the time in the world for all of you.

Mod Viena

I'm mod Viena! My favorite ships are pretty much any with Hanzo in them (McHanzo, Reinzo, Reapzo, etc), I main Hanzo and Sombra in-game, and my favorite characters are Hanzo, McCree, Junkrat, Reaper, Zenyatta, and Mei! When I'm not reading or writing fanfic, I'm hanging out in other Discord servers or taking a nap, haha!

Mod Viena is currently on her spring break, so she won’t start work here until the 20th of March. In the meantime, Mod Evie and I will be opening the askbox shortly to begin our new collaborative effort! Also, I decided to post their request test responses under the cut so you get to see their amazing writing style ^^

Mod Evie

“Could I get some headcanons please? Junkrat, Reaper, and Sombra with how they would react/what would they do when their s/o takes a potentially lethal bullet for them and is now bleeding out everywhere? Thx!”

Answer:

Junkrat:

When he first saw that his s/o’d been shot, he wouldn’t process it very well

He would have a mix of different emotions, ranging from anger to sadness to disbelief

A very lively personality, he wouldn’t be able to stop talking, trying to figure out ways to convince both himself and his s/o that everything would be alright

He would pester the staff taking care of his s/o, not angrily, but with continuous questions of what was happening, what they could do and crazy ways that they could try to make his s/o better again

Would be in denial of the severity of the situation as he tried to make sense of things, pacing back and forth in any room he was in (it’d be his s/o’s most of the time, if possible)

Sombra:

Would shout her s/o’s name when she saw them get shot instead of her, perhaps cursing under her breath

She would grab her s/o and move them to cover, then call over a medic right away

Once they got out of the battlefield, she’d look up everything concerning her s/o’s condition and make sure the doctors were doing their job right, confirming every step of what they were doing in a firm tone

She would restlessly sit by her s/o’s bed and put on a brave face, assuring them that everything was being taken care of properly and that they would be fine

Though she’d be worried to no end (even if she wouldn’t show it to her s/o), she’d truly appreciate the loyalty of her lover

If any mistakes were to happen, she would shout at the medical staff for hours to come, half of it in angry Spanish

Reaper:

He would be shocked when his s/o took a bullet in his place

Would probably freeze in place when he saw them drop to the ground and only come back to his senses when a field medic got there

Filled with rage, he’d go after the person who had shot his s/o and give them a painful death on that battlefield

He would go to his s/o’s room as soon as the doctors let him, but would be almost completely quiet the whole time he was in there

He couldn’t comprehend why his lover would take a bullet for him, and would sit by the window or the side of the room trying to contemplate it

Would be filled with depressing thoughts of the possibility of the only happiness in his life dying from their wounds, especially since it was to protect him

He would only turn to his s/o if they showed clear signs of needing him closer

             “Scenario with Symmetra, Widowmaker, and McCree where they have a day off but they look outside and it’s raining and they’re like ‘oh well, guess we’re stuck inside’ but then they see their s/o go dashing out the front door in rain boots and an umbrella as they dance out in the puddles shouting for them to come join them. What would they do?”

Answer:

Symmetra:

It was rare for the both of them to have a day off from work, and Satya had planned out everything they would do that day. The weather report had promised a lot of sun, so they would be going to an outdoor play, then have lunch at a cafe near the theater. Later in the evening, they’d even agreed to take a walk on the beach.

Only, as soon as they woke up, early in the morning like Satya preferred it, a thick coat of clouds could be seen covering the whole sky. She and her s/o decided to brush it off though, since the weather report had clearly stated they wouldn’t have anything to worry about later that day. Of course, their beliefs were proven wrong when in an hour or so it was pouring with rain.

”Ugh, there go our plans for today…” Satya sighed as she looked out the window, sipping her coffee as she did. ”When do you think it will stop?”

It was then that Satya heard their door open and close, and a confused look showed on her face.

”[Name]?” she called into the vestibule and tried to see over to the door. She caught movement in the corner of her eye and glanced out the window.

She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw her s/o dancing in the rain, sky blue rainboots on their feet and her expensive umbrella above their head. They were smiling widely, and when they saw Satya looking out, they gestured her to join them.

After recovering from her surprise, Satya would shake her head clearly for her s/o to see. They showed an exaggerated pouty face, though it was to be expected. Satya was far too neat and organized to voluntarily dash into the rain – though she did find the fact her s/o enjoyed it unexpectedly entertaining. A subtle smile was on her face as she watched them play in the rain, sipping her coffee in their warm kitchen.

Widowmaker:

Amélie and her s/o stood just outside their open door, on the terrace, confirming that it was indeed raining. The sniper folded her arms with a neutral look, even shrugging a little as she spoke:

”Oh well, we can always watch a movie. I’ll make us a good dinner, too.” While she was busy watching the rain, she didn’t notice her s/o had retreated inside. When she turned around, however, she saw them dash out with enthusiasm, rainboots tapping against the terrace boards. She watched them open the umbrella and go farther into the rain, her eyes wide in surprise.

”Wh-what are you doing?” she asked, her accent thicker than usual. Her s/o chuckled in response.

”What does it look like, Amélie? You know I love rain!” they exclaimed. ”You should come join me.” She knew, but she didn’t know their love went this deep. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she watched her s/o do twirls under the umbrella.

”Alright, but only if you stop spinning,” she agreed, and stepped out into the rain. Her s/o did as asked, and brought the umbrella over them both when Amélie got close enough.

The sound of the rain falling against the outer surface of the umbrella silenced everything else around them. Their warm breaths created almost invisible clouds of vapor in the cool air, and soft smiles were on their lips. They were very close to each other, the bare skin on their arms lightly touching.

It was then that Amélie decided to slowly wrap her arms around her s/o, who did the same with their free arm, the both of them effectively pulling each other into a kiss. It started out as gentle and sweet, but each time their lips touched a bit more passion was put into it. It was many seconds later that they finally pulled apart, their breaths silent. They took a moment to stare into each other’s eyes, the world even quieter now. It was like it had completely disappeared.

It was Amelié’s s/o who had made her feel again, and even to this day, they were still surprising her.

McCree:

”Well darlin’, ’t looks like we’re stayin’ inside today,” Jesse declared in his casual tone and absent-mindedly looked through his pockets. ”How ’bout you pick us a movie to watch while I smoke this cigarillo?” he added when he found the cardboard package from his back pocket.

Since it was a day off for Jesse’s s/o, they had planned on having a date in their usual restaurant and go to the movies afterward. But the way it was pouring outside, they knew it was futile to even try and go outside and still be comfortable.

”You should quit that bad habit. There are healthier alternatives,” his s/o stated with their arms crossed as Jesse made his way to the door.

”How many self-respectin’ cowboys do you see vapin’, honey?” Jesse questioned as he picked up his hat and stepped outside. His s/o didn’t bother to hide their grin.

”How many self-respecting cowboys do you see, period?” they challenged.

”Touché,” Jesse agreed as the door closed after him. His s/o shook their head and stepped into the living room, their gaze drawn to the rain. They folded their arms on the windowsill, watching the dark sky and wondering if it’d turn into a thunder storm. They remembered how they used to play in the rain as a child, how fun it used to be when they had no care in the world. That’s when they remembered they’d recently gotten a new pair of rain boots.

Jesse didn’t quite know what he was seeing when his s/o entered the front yard after him, all dressed in rain gear and jumping into the nearest puddle. He could only stare in silence as his s/o laughed, then turned around with that charming grin on their face.

”Come on, Jesse, don’t be boring! Come out here!” they insisted.

It finally registered to the cowboy, and as usual, his s/o’s grin was contagious. He stubbed out the cigarillo and threw it into the pot next to their door, then followed his lover into the rain with no hesitation.

”Didn’t know ya were a fan of this awful weather,” he spoke in surprise and wrapped an arm around his s/o’s waist. Only giggles were given to him as a response. ”As fun as you’re havin’, though, one of us is gonna catch a cold like this.”

”Ah, I see, now you’re the one giving me health advice?” his s/o replied with a smirk.

”Yeah, yeah, you got me. But let’s talk about it by the fire. What do you say, hun?”

Mod Viena

“Could I get some headcanons please? Junkrat, Reaper, and Sombra with how they would react/what would they do when their s/o takes a potentially lethal bullet for them and is now bleeding out everywhere? Thx!”

Junkrat

* He can’t believe you would do that, and for someone like him! He knows you two are together, but he hadn’t expected you to care that much! His life isn’t worth yours, you’re so stupid!

* Whoever shot you won’t live much longer. A well-placed explosive will make sure of that; he stops messing around when it comes to you.

* He’s low-key panicking, but keeping his cool.

* That was a lie. He’s visibly freaking out because he and Roadie aren’t medics, how the hell are they supposed to fix you!? What do they do!?

* He’ll probably babble in your ear to keep you conscious while he sends Roadhog off to get help.

* “Y-you’re gonna be alright, love! Yer a good sport! I won’t let ya conk out on me, ya hear? God, that was the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen, you takin’ that whallop for me, and I’ve seen my own reflection! And that red stuff’s supposed to stay in you, you know, heh…oi, d-don’t close your eyes!!”

* When help comes, he’ll threaten to blow them up if they can’t save you, and refuses to let you leave his immediate line of sight.

* When you recover, he probably won’t take you on heists with him for a while, the overprotective rat.

Reaper

* Why would you do that in the first place? You know bullets can’t kill him, he’s told you this before!

* The person that hurt you gets decimated by a round of shotgun bullets, almost excessively. Reaper wouldn’t dare let them live after such an offense.

* Reaper isn’t openly affectionate, but he can make an exception here, considering, y’know…you’re kind of bleeding to death

* Low-key panicked, very good at hiding it behind that mask of his

* He’d probably make Widowmaker or Sombra cover him while he carried you to safety

* You take priority, so he’d demand someone come help you immediately or he’d ult them

* Once you’re recovered, he gruffly tells you not to take risks for him anymore

Sombra

* This was not part of the plan!! Why did you do that!? She was just about to sabotage the shooter’s gun and take them out!!

* There’s no sense in leaving you as you are, so after she disposes of the shooter, she’d probably piggy back you as fast as she can to get someone to help.

* She’s definitely panicked - you weren’t supposed to be there! Why did you do that for her!?

* Expect to be cursed out in Spanish, both as you’re bleeding out and being patched up. She’ll really let you have it.

* When she calms down enough after you’re in recovery, expect to be cursed out in English but with less intensity.

* “Tu es mui idiota…” She’d mumble, but she recognizes a life debt when she sees it.

* She won’t tell you, but she’s thankful you tried to save her life. You’ll get a lot of kisses after this blows over.

 “Scenario with Symmetra, Widowmaker, and McCree where they have a day off but they look outside and it’s raining and they’re like ‘oh well, guess we’re stuck inside’ but then they see their s/o go dashing out the front door in rain boots and an umbrella as they dance out in the puddles shouting for them to come join them. What would they do?”

Symmetra

   “Satya, let’s go out.”

   The architech blinked confusedly at you, then glanced out the window. “In the storm?”

   “Yes,” you nodded, laughing a little. “It’s lovely outside!”

   “It is raining.”

   “I know Satya; that’s why it’s lovely! Don’t you like the rain?” You asked, rising from the couch and crossing the room. You plucked your shoes off of the shelf beside the door and began to lace them up, humming an idle tune. Satya hadn’t moved from her seat.

   “You will catch a cold,” she insisted, shaking her head. You ignored her warning and threw open the door, stepping out with a grin. “Come back inside!”

   “Come and get me,” you cried, skipping through puddles and splashing water everywhere. The rain beat down upon your skin, soaking your clothes from head to toe, and you laughed all the while. Satya wrinkled her nose, unattracted by the prospect of you tracking mud and water back inside when you were done.

   But, she noticed, you were shining. Your hair, though it was plastered to your skin, appeared to fall around your head like a river, and the water running down your arms made the flesh beneath look like glittering crystals.

   You were beautiful, Satya noted, and despite herself, she smiled.

   Minutes later, she laid towels out next to the door and tentatively stepped out into the storm. The wind blew her hair all over her face, and she was cold, but then there you were, brushing stray locks from her eyes and beaming in pride.

   “You came to get me,” you murmured. The architech brushed her thumb over your cheek.

   “Always,” she muttered, her words nearly swallowed by the storm. You heard them loud and clear, however, thanking her with a kiss.

Widowmaker

   Amelie didn’t care for the rain, but she didn’t dislike it, either. It was only irritating her today because the both of you had planned a picnic; she knew now, at least, not to trust the forecast.

   You, to her confusion, didn’t seem perplexed at all. In fact, you looked excited, turning to Amelie and grasping her hands.

   “Hey,” you said, the plea audible in your words, “maybe the picnic isn’t happening, but we can still have fun, right?”

   “Fun, how?” She asked, raising a brow. “You and I don’t always have the same idea of fun, my dear.”

   You smiled, releasing her and tugging your shoes on. Certainly you weren’t going out there, were you? Amelie watched you swing open the door, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and shorts.

   Then, you were outside, laughing and running around in the rain. The sniper watched you dance around with an incredulous expression, unsure of what to do. Were you trying to get sick? Was getting Pneumonia what you considered “fun?”

   “Amelie!” You chirped, stopping in midst of your frolicking and extending an inviting arm towards her. “Join me!”

   It was a foolish decision, she knew, and likely to get them both sick and scolded by Reaper later. Looking at your sweet face, however, smiling wide and bright, Amelie found herself stepping out into the storm and threading your fingers together.

   It wasn’t fun, not really, but it was fine as long as you kept that grin.

McCree

   “Shoot,” Jesse muttered to himself. His metal arm nudged the blinds aside so he could stare out into the heavy storm beating against the window. Sighing, he turned to deliver the news that he and you were going to have to wait it out when he noticed you weren’t in the room anymore. “Darlin’?”

   His comm beeped on the counter; it was your chime. Picking it up, he answered with a confused “hello?”

   “Babe!!” You sounded like you were in the midst of a storm, laughter leaving your lips in excited puffs of breath. “It’s raining!”

   “Yeah, I can tell,” Jesse replied, flesh hand adjusting his hat with a roll of his eyes. “Are ya’ outside?”

   “Yes! Come join me, these puddles are huge, babe!!” You cried. Jesse heard a splashing sound come through the comm, followed by your delighted squeal, and his heart soared at the sound. “C’mon, c’mon! Please!?”

   “Yer gonna catch a cold,” he argued, but it sounded weak to even his own ears. Already he was pulling his boots on and grabbing a jacket. He considered getting yours, too, but it sounded like it would be pointless by now. “My sick honeybee, slighted by mother nature.”

   “Get out here already,” you replied, the smirk evident in your voice. You both knew you’d won.

   The smile on your face when he shut off the comm and stepped out into the storm was worth it. The colds you caught afterwards were maybe a little less so.