#hatred widowmaker

[thesilliestantagonist]

SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING:( I've been superrrr busy, my mom got remaried and we've been repainting our house.

ANYWAYS FINISHED WIDOWMAKER ART!!!! I feel like I didn't do her justice but I spent way to long on it not to post

[corkscrew-rulez]

every clip i see of widowmaker makes me more and more confused on her design (i only played like 5 minutes of hatred) anyways made up the ship of widowmaker x postal doe with my best friend and im thinking about them a lot :3

[belekanepentagram]

the edgy genocide social club In chibi version uwu

[b0d1ly-st3w]

drew nottem and the gang

[cgspirl]

shoutout to @belekanepentagram for making a tight as fucking widowmaker design - had to sketch it rq <- been living in my head for several days

[ovwechoes]

Widowmaker Headcanons (general) I like talking about Amelie a lot, so I'm making a general hc list of things I think about her! It's entirely self indulgent but I just want to write for her more so cope /j My asks are open, and they're under the cut - enjoy!

What's Amelie's sexuality? I like to HC her as bisexual with a male lean - she has more experience with male partners, but after Gerald's death she's struggled with dating men (or really anyone since). She's demisexual as well, even though if you said that to her she'd have no clue what you're talking about whatsoever. Her sexuality is known to very few, and she intends to keep it that way to avoid discussions about her spreading more.

What's Amelie's preferred weather and season? Amelie has an appreciation for the spring and autumn - she finds it comforting seeing the seasons change to bring new life in the spring, and then for that life to come full circle in its life span in the autumn. Knowing that it's all a cycle, and it will always repeat itself (with some variation) is something she feels secure in. She loves the rain as well; often times she'll sit by her window, glass of wine in hand and will simply enjoy the music the rain makes against her home. It's peaceful, and helps quiet her mind when it's filled to the brim with things she can't quite understand.

Something small that Amelie enjoys? It might not seem like anything to other people, but Amelie enjoys styling her hair. When she's in private, away from anyone else, she lets herself watch tutorials and enjoy herself as though she's playing dress up with herself as the doll. It's something she keeps under lock and key, with only Moira knowing because she walked in on her trying out space buns after she saw them online. She hates the fact that she has to keep her hair up all the time to fit her image in Talon, and so it's partially a rebellious act, as a way to gain more independence in herself and her identity.

Any bad habits that Amelie has? Her worst habit is her drinking - it's been her main way of coping with her trauma for years. Often times, she'll go to bed wine drunk, with the bottles on her nightstand waiting for her to clean them up in the morning. She feels as though drinking is one of the only times she can actually feel emotions the way she's supposed to, and the way she did before her experimentations in Blackwatch. It helps her feel more human, more normal. She sometimes goes on alcohol bans, especially if she's busy with work. But, she's never going to decline a free drink or a present that's alcohol related. It's her worst feature, arguably.

Does Amelie like being in pictures? Not anymore - not since her wedding photos. She was never really a photogenic woman, but after the experimentations she grew to dislike her body. That's why I think she got her tattoo, as a way to bring something she likes into her appearance so that she's not full of hatred for herself. Amelie doesn't like the reminders of her unhappiness working in Talon, and so taking pictures would only feel torturous of her. She'd have to fully, genuinely, and truly trust someone to feel comfortable taking pictures with them. It's how she's always been deep down, but it's been amplified since Blackwatch.

How well does Amelie take care of herself? Because of Talon's strict guidelines, she has to take very good care of herself both physically and hygiene wise. She doesn't like to feel grimy or dirty either, so she tends to take 2 showers a day - once in the morning and once before bed. She's very into skincare, and likes to have a winding down nighttime routine where she focuses on her skincare, body care and focuses on healing herself however she can. No one knows this besides her, but she keeps a wellness journal to track the emotions she's felt that day, what they mean and what caused them. Amelie often fills it in when she's alone, in the bathroom with the shower still running to make people think she's still busy. It's her way of trying to understand the mental war going on in her mind, especially when these emotions were dulled down and almost removed completely for years. Physically, she does Pilates and endurance training alongside her continued treatments from Moira - it helps her relax, focus on her core strength, and ensures she's ready for the missions that come next. If she could, though, she'd be training through ballet practice. She misses it dearly, but Moira refuses to let her explore that route, just incase it brings back memories or emotions that would interfere with her work. It's something Amelie detests about Talon, but she knows she can't leave and this is all she has left now after everything that happened with Overwatch. It's all she knows, and it's all she can know, so she continues with what's recommended for her training as per Moira's guidelines.

Who do they go to for comfort? Honestly, it would be Olivia/Sombra. We've seen how understanding she can be of Sigma and his ailments in Talon, and if Amelie were to open up and reveal what's going on in her mind, how she's letting herself slowly learn how to feel again, I think Olivia would have her back throughout it all. Olivia would obviously be a risky ear to talk to, incase she spills it for the right price, but Amelie is short on people she can rely on. Anyone she could trust without experimenting on her or ridiculing her is gone now, and all she has is Olivia to give her the hope of support and genuine concern. They have a very sweet, private friendship and Olivia's a good shoulder for Amelie to rely on when she's struggling with her newfound emotions. Olivia's logical nature also helps when Amelie's in a pessimistic, agitated mood and helps her to ground herself and look at the situation from a different lens. Sometimes, though, if she's feeling very restricted, unable to be herself, she'll speak to Sigma about things going on, and listen to his rambles to help quiet her mind. They both feel the pain of being in Talon, even though they have very different mental states. Regardless, it would take a lot for her to go to anyone for comfort, and even if she wanted to she's always careful with her words, making sure that if anything was overheard or spoken about, that she could defend herself adequately.

[marksbear]

Hi! Can i request yandere soldier 76 and gabriel reyes with a big himbo reader who really nice to everyone and always do anything to help his friends?

Hey I hope u are doing good! And of course you can have this I love himbo readers! Hope you enjoy!

YANDERE SOLDIER 76 & YANDERE REAPER X HIMBO READER

When H/n first joined overwatch everyone loved him.

He was a fan favorite. He was strong, very tall, extremely attractive and a sweet personalty.

Even though he was (class name) he will always sacrifice himself for others and mostly tries to make sure everyone is okay without even caring about the mission.

Most members of the team were a bit imitated by the big man. But that feeling was quickly gone when Tracer saw him pick flowers for the sick Mercy.

Reyes didn't make an effort to talk to the male only watching and studying him from afar.

Morrison was the man who recruited Y/n. So him and Y/n had a close bond that angered Reyes. Reaper hated the way Soldier would look at you, the way he touched you hell even the way he talked to you.

Both of the men grew possessive of Y/n. The two would often argue about you and the arguments would last hours until Ana had enough of hearing them bicker.

Soon enough the men finally made an "Agreement." Basically that Y/n was theirs, but he just doesn't know it yet.

The two would always talk to Y/n at the same time. The three would talk about all sorts of things. Reaper wouldn't talk much he was more of a listener but would still let his presence known. Soldier would talk back and forth adding his own topics and comments. While Y/n would talk the most rambling about anything that crossed his mind.

One day the trio's daily conversations were interrupted by D.v.a.

"Heyy~ Y/n buddy! Can you go to the game store I was talking about last week and buy me this game?" D.v.a asks with a sweet smile with puppy eyes.

"Of course! But don't worry i'll pay for it. Just send me the picture of the game." Y/n gets up not seeing Gabriel's pissed off face. "Bye guys! I'll see you later." Y/n says before leaving.

Gabriel and Jack watch the big man leave then they look at each other not exchanging a word.

As soon Y/n comes back they stalk him back to D.v.a's room. Y/n knocks on the door humming a random tune to himself. "Y/N! You got it! Please come in!" The young girl asks jumping up and down expediently holding the game her friend bought.

"Can't...Maybe tomorrow. I told widowmaker that i'll be her target practice whatever that means. Tell Genji and Lucio I said hi!" Y/n says smiling at her before leaving to go do his promise.

The next day.

Reaper stares at the shirtless Reinhardt with hatred burning in his eyes. Both Y/n and the large German were shirtless leaning onto each other during breakfast.

Reaper knew nothing was going on between his "Boyfriend" and the German, but god it didn't stop his mind from wondering why the both of you were shirtless leaning on each other.

Solider glares daggers towards Reinhardt clenching the fork in his hand as he watch Reinhardt wrap his arms around Y/n.

Later that day it was team training.

Everyone was working outside y'know testing out new tricks, regular work out, teaching people new things etc etc.

Everything was going well until well H/n got hurt. And I mean hurt badly.

Y/n looked around to see if there were any support heroes that could help him out. Y/n was losing tons of blood, so he ran to reaper with all of the strength he had and passed out on top of him.

Reaper acted fast stopping Y/n's bleeding with some nearby bandages and picked him up leaving the training field while Solider 76 follows. Reaper carried Y/n all the way back to his room opening the door and setting Y/n down by a nearby chair.

Jack rushed in the room shutting the door and locking it before checking up on his boyfriend.

Y/n slowly gets back to his consensus not hearing anything Reaper and Soldier is saying. It's all muffled and loud to Y/n.

"Gabe?" The nickname causes the two men to pause their argument and turn to Y/n. "Yes?" "Am I going to die? Sombra always tells me that I'm gonna die from my clumsiness and I was wondering if that's true?"

The two men think the same thing. "Does this kid believe everything hes told?"

Jack begins to reassure Y/n that hes not gonna die and comfort him giving him praises about his bravery.

"Mhm. And besides Jack and I wouldn't let our boyfriend die." Reaper says boldly standing more closely to him. "Boyfriend? Were boyfriends? I thought Me and Junkrat were dating. We kissed a few hours ago and that's what couples do."

"What" Jack and Gabriel say in union staring at Y/n with their eyes wide. "Yeah? I call him babe while he calls me sweets." Reaper opens his mouth probably going to shout and curse, but before that Jack stops him and takes a lighter choice. "Y/n. You can't be doing that. It's cheating on both of us. And it's very rude. So to avoid all that how bout you mostly stay and hang out with us. We are dating so technically for you not to be a bad boyfriend you have to do what we say."

Y/n thinks for a moment before nodding his head yes. "Does that mean we have to kiss now?" Reaper and Jack exchange a look before nodding.

Y/n stands up and bends down to Jack's level giving him a light kiss on the lips before turning to reaper kissing him as well.

"Now I only have two boyfriends correct?"

"Correct Y/n."

Timeskip!

Since that day Y/n mostly spends his days with his boyfriends. Always giving them little flowers he'll find outside.

Most of the team were happy for the three of them and supported them.

But few members knew. Something had to be up.

Ashe was quick to notice something was wrong with Y/n. Y/n had stopped coming to talk with Bob. Even though most people didn't care about that Ashe knew something had to be wrong. Y/n talked to Bob for hours on end almost everyday to the robot and now he stopped visiting.

Lucio and D.v.a sees the way Jack and Reaper acts from afar when someone is talking or spending time with Y/n. They were always somehow there. Hell they were even at the mission Y/n was on.

Sigma knew something bad was going to happen. Y/n and him were partners for a mission one time and Y/n had accidentally rambled to Sigma about the way his boyfriends would tie him up to a chair and leave him there for days. Sigma immediately started to warn others, but half didn't care and only thought he was crazy.

It was a team mission. Every single overwatch member was in it at an all hands on deck type of mission. But surprisingly soldier 76 as well Reaper doesn't show.

The whole fight was gruesome and dirty.

And well H/n. Well H/n was being H/n. He was saving people left and right not caring about his own body and only caring for others.

He brought many of his team members to safety if they got hurt and other regular citizens.

H/n body was overworked and he pushed through it until it was finally over.

The team all stand side by side with each other many people interviewing them and thanking the heroes.

"H/n. I was wondering if you feel pressured as the new guy to thrive and show everyone that you belong on the team? Since your performance today was top tier."

Y/n head was pounding trying to figure out the words for the answers and his body sways around feeling heavier and heavier.

"Uhm... I don't feel anything at the moment besides the headache. But i'm not trying to show off my speed or my strength. I'm just trying to help the people I care for most. Uhmmm yeah." Y/n answers with a little struggle trying to get everything out as fast as he can.

"Another question for H/n! Are you seeing anyone serious in the moment. Because it was sightings of you with a mysterious woman in a questionable position."

Y/n looks around like did he hear that correctly. Y/n just hands the mic to Lucio lowering his head down.

Epic Timeskip!

By the time Y/n gets back to the overwatch base he lays on Winston begging him to take him to his room.

Winston doesn't argue and carries the big man to his room where his two boyfriends are waiting.

Once the two arrive Y/n slides off of him wishing him goodnight before unlocking the door and walking in shutting and locking it behind him.

The place is quiet and dark.

Y/n walks to his bedroom taking off his hero costume before putting on more casual clothes. Y/n basically collapses on the bed breathing heaving and nervously when he feels eyes on him.

"Y/n. Who is she? DON'T even bother lying because I already know." "My ex..." "And why were you with your ex?" "Because she wanted to ask me something..." "Mind explaining why she was on your lap." Reaper takes Y/n's arms tying them up as Jack ties up his legs.

"I don't know! She said she missed me! Please gabe! I don't wanna do this again. It wasn't my fault." Y/n pleas feeling himself getting picked up off the bed.

"I know cariño~ I know. Just that me and Jack are gonna pay her a visit." Reaper sits Y/n down tying up to a chair before picking up the chair and taking it to a closet.

"This is for your own good Y/n."

"We know what's best for you."

THE END!

[overwatchfics]

HI MAGE IT'S MOSS AGAIN !!! <3

here's your widow requests you animal; widow being in a relationship with someone who writes poems and she sees those poems one day cuz silly you, left your notebook out for all to see. she is surprised at how decent they are and that your metaphors of her work in both yours and her favor <3

thank you for your feral brain, eat, sleep, simp for widow, repeat.

Widow Finds Your Poetry Notebook

A/N: I'm going to inject anthrax into my metamorphosized penis if I see one more MANSCAPED ad.

anyways

Honestly, you probably left it in the Talon breakroom.

You do NOT share your poems with anyone particularly the sniper on your taskforce, The Windowmaker.

As most of them talked about her focus while scoped in.

Widowmaker comes across it, seeing your name printed on the binding along with a hastily scrawled PLEASE RETURN IF POSSIBLE

The sniper smirks, scans the area and opens the notebook.

Her eyes land over a particularly interesting poem My Spider

(I would write poetry here, but my brain is kinda fried)

Halfway through the poem she realizes it was about her, the beauty she brings on the battlefield.

The strings of kills she initiates is a whirlwind of death.

The feeling of being alive watching her cold focus in the scope, the slowed breath, her grappling hook lowering her like a spider on it's web.

Widow hears footsteps and tucks the notebook in her bag.

on her next surveillance mission, widow pulls your notebook out.

She's tucked into her hidden camp in Volskaya and your notebook is her only comfort.

She traces your words with her finger on the paper, the indent of the pen is her only trace of you that she has.

Every kill she takes under snowfall that evening is done with the thoughts of My Spider in her head.

The spider pens a poem of her own in the next page, a feather out of a Volkaya's guard pocket and dipped into the ink well of blood donated by his freshly killed body.

She writes a poem, the rush she felt with each kill and the longing she felt every night away from you trapped by the haunting light of the moon.

That night, penning that poem in blood, she felt like Amélie rather than Widowmaker

She pulls off her visor and look into the red eyes of her own mask

Her hatred for Moira bubbles to the surface and zoning out into her rage of being a cold experiment. But then she thinks of you. Kind, patient, and at her side rather than in her shadow. The sniper grew close with you in those silent mornings in your room with Talon's shitty expressos. Those times at the shooting range, where she taught you to shoot, bringing her hands to your stomach and pushing the air out of your mouth to control your breathing before kissing you, the training rifle clattering to the floor. The night she takes you to Chateau Guillard and tells you there's still a version of Amélie in her. The Widow too, longs for you to be hers in her arms again. To kiss you under the light of a full moon. To feel your wanton gasps of pleasure against her lips. In this deep longing she realizes she's cracked one of the eyes on her visor.

Widowmaker decides her mission is over with and returns home.

By the time she gets on base, it storms, heavy rain drenching the pavement, but Widow is careful to protect your notebook as she enters the barracks.

She drones out the monotone congratulations from Moira and Akande.

Reaper wafts past her, he has his own issues he's dealing with but he still gives a respectful nod.

Sombra isn't an option as she's on her own mission with Sigma.

Widow stops at your door, notebook held behind her back.

She knocks. She hears a muffled Come in! before turning the knob and entering.

You're there at your desk doing some file work for talon on one of their computers, a shitty expresso flanking your hand, your eyes burnt with exhaustion, posture slightly hunched.

Something twitches in the sniper, but she ignores it. She walks to the front of your desk smacking the notebook on your desk and taking pleasure in the shocked flustered expression painting your visage.

She leans over you, one hand on the chair the other on your desk gripping the notebook.

I missed you dearly chérie

Widow kisses you, well more like Amélie. Amélie wants to love and the Widow wants to claim you, but the Widow has had her blood, Amélie yet has love to give.

Amélie kisses you softly, her lips chasing the warmth they find in yours.

She moves to sit on your bed and pats her lap, expression blank with the exception of a small smile pulling at her lips.

Come here, I long to have you in my arms once more. You stare at that machine any longer you will go blind.

So you sit, on her lap your arms and legs winding around her.

Her hands are at your back rubbing gently, coaxing your body into relaxing. You press your face into her neck and breathe her in.

Amélie's has an arm settle on your waist and the other carries your notebook and she opens it up. She tells you of her sleepless nights scouting in Volskaya, she tells you how she thought of you, and she reads her poem penned in blood, of her longing.

Thunder rings on in the distance and the poem has been long finished. Amélie takes notice of your snoozing and brings you around the bed into a more comfortable position laying on her chest. You head tucked under her chin.

Amélie watches the rain, and hopes for another peaceful day with you. All she wants is a soft epilogue.

A/N: God this got self indulgent in a soft way. It's been storming over here a lot and all I want is Kiriko and widow to hold me and murder my insomnia.

[cooplagoop]

Me but with Vincent but I can't explain it at all.

Also where'd you get all that Sam lore from? I read the wiki and all it says is that he is Native American and a public servant.

No one has asked for this and no one probably will. I'm also not sure if I've talked about this topic before but I still want to address it.

Why do I talk about Martina but hardly, if ever, talk about Sam or Vincent?

Before I start I do want to mention that I will talk about Sam at some point cause I find what we know about his character interesting.

Now the reason I don't talk about Vincent is mainly because I don't think he's all that important to the story as Sam and Martina, for me Vincent is here as a reminder to Jack on what he gave up in order to keep the world safe, at least that's how Jack views it. To me what we know about Vincent, that he's Jack's ex, that he's married now and living a normal life, is all we need to know. It's implied that he and Jack broke up long before Zurich, possibly even either when Jack got the Strike Commander position.

Again with Sam I do find his character interesting, and I am going to talk about him at some point but I don't talk about him in the way I talk about Martina because we are given hints about his character. The relationship between him and Pharah is stated as being complicated, he's a Public Servant but as far as we know wasn't a part of Overwatch, hell we even know he and Pharah enjoy butter tarts around the Christmas holidays. We know so much more about him as a character outside of his relationship with Ana compared to Martina.

Which brings me to why I talk about Martina, all we really know about her was that she was kind, forgiving, was married to Gabe, has a son, and has since gotten a new partner. Now usually I wouldn't have a problem with the if it wasn't for the fact that in CoV, she used as Reaper's motivation and that's it, she's just used in a very misogynistic trope and that's it. Part of who I am, both as a person and a writer, is that when I see a character with so much potential being written terribly either in canon and in fandom, I want to fix it.

And with the Reaper and Widow interaction;

Widowmaker: Are you ever tempted to contact your wife?

Reaper: No.

Widowmaker: Afraid she would try to kill you?

Reaper: I'd be surprised if she didn't.

It gives me some hope that she is actually more of a character then what we were given in CoV and we might eventually see more of her. Until then I'm going to continue to headcanon Martina as a badass ex-Overwatch agent and no one can stop me!

[evelicious]

                                           runeterra  ,  k/da  and  all  other  league  of  legends  verses  will  not  be  written  in this post  .  just  assume  that  there  is  a  verse  for  all  of  evelynn's  skins  .  if  one  in  particular  stands  out  ,  i'll  add  it  to  this  post  but  for  now  you  can  just  assume  that  i  write  all of them without needing to give them descriptions  . 

𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋   -   𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍       :        set  in  a  world  without  magic  or  mythical  creatures  this  time  ,  evelynn  is  a  business  women  &  the  owner  of  a  prestigious  corporate  company  .  she  has  a  love  for  super  cars  &  will  do  anything  to  keep  pushing  her  influence  and  earning  more  money  .  her  fame  and  status  has  lead  evelynn  vulnerable  to  several  assassination  attempts  &  so  has  become  as  formidable  as  possible  to  make  it  known  she  will  not  go  down  easily  .

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐄𝐗-𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  -  𝐗  𝐌𝐄𝐍        :        [  CODENAME  :  THE  WIDOWMAKER  &  AGONY'S  EMBRACE  ….  NUMBER  #666  ]        set  in  earth-616  ,  evelynn  is  a  cloned  person  …  her  DNA  is  a  combination  of  two  unnamed  mutants  (  deceased  )  whose  powers  consisted  of  shadow  manipulation  and  advanced  physical  abilities  such  as  speed  ;  strength  ;  improvement  of  the  5  senses  and  restoration  .  she  also  has  two  long  ,  nimble  lashers  that  extend  from  the  bottom  of  her  back  …  strong  enough  to  cut  through  steel  that  she  has  full  control  over  .  evelynn  started  life  in  a  lab  and  went  through  rigorous  ,  damaging  training  for  a  number  of  years  .  intended  to  be  raised  as  a  weapon  ,  evelynn  knew  little  else  other  than  agony  &  death  .  she  witnessed  countless  others  (  even  those  she  considered  to  be  friends  )  die  at  the  hands  of  the  scientists  ,  prompting  her  to  nurture  the  seed  of  hatred  that  had  been  planted  in  her  soul  since  her  creation  .  evelynn  carried  out  her  designated  missions  faithfully  for  a  while  ,  killing  whomever  her  controllers  ordered  without  thought  .  little  did  her  creators  know  however  ,  that  every  expedition  out  into  the  real  world  would  stick  with  her  and  build  within  her  a  desire  to  break  free  and  live  a  life  she  felt  like  she  was  owed  . 

eventually  ,  the  WIDOWMAKER  did  break  free  —  wreaking  bloody  havoc  throughout  the  underground  laboratory  she  had  been  imprisoned  in  .  every  worker  she  came  across  died  in  complete  agony  &  every  mutant  cage  she  found  was  opened  —  unleashing  them  unto  the  world  without  considering  the  consequences  .  her  emotional  capabilities  were  stunted  at  the  time  ,  thus  evelynn  failed  to  foresee  that  perhaps  not  all  of  these  mutants  could  have  handled  being  released  into  the  human  world  .  many  of  them  went  into  hiding  ,  while  some  went  on  an  instant  rampage  …  prompting  a  global  search  for  these  subjects  to  be  launched  .  she  ,  among  11  others  ,  were  placed  on  a    NAUTRALIZE  IMMEDIATELY  UPON  SIGHT     hitlist  and  she  has  been  in  hiding  ever  since  . 

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐒  𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄  𝐈𝐈𝐈  -  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐀  𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋  𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍      𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝐈𝐍  𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐍𝐎  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌        -       𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍       :        lieutenant  aboard  the  WY-WAVERIDER  [  #00132698574  ]  ;  a  large  assault  and  reconnaissance  arrow-class  vessel  ,  evelynn  is  a  soldier  in  the  USCMC  [  United  States  Colonial  Marine  Corps  ]  .  while  both  her  vessel  and  team  are  trained  for  combat  ,  most  of  their  missions  thus  far  have  been  ensuring  the  safety  of  newly  established  colonies  and  investigating  Wayland  Yutani  Ship  distress  signals  that  they  happen  upon  .  so  far  ,  their  ventures  in  the  WAVERIDER  have  been  relatively  uneventful  …  until  they  were  asked  to  investigate  the  sudden  disconnect  of  communications  from  a  planet  in  the  process  of  being  colonized  .  a  planet  susceptible  to  heavy  storms  ,  the  crew  simply  assumed  a  storm  large  enough  had  knocked  out  their  signal  .  upon  arrival  ,  they  would  find  the  planet  almost  entirely  desolate  …  eerily  quiet  for  a  planet  meant  to  inhabit  a  thousand  colonizers  presently  .  under  the  command  of  their  Captain  ,  they  geared  up  and  began  to  explore  the  different  outposts  …  entirely  unprepared  for  the  horrors  they  would  encounter  .  a  simple  mission  ,  turned  into  a  desperate  fight  for  survival  against  the  perfect  organism  . 

[thesilliestantagonist]

WIP of widowmaker :3 She needs more art

[alaynasansa]

love over fear

Jacen had learned that one can meet the Universe and all its irrational pain - which means meeting oneself - with fear, or with hatred, or with despair. Or one can choose to meet it with love. Jacen had chosen.

But still, he was astonished to discover that the Universe could love him back

“I will remember, Your Grace,” said Sansa, though she had always heard that love was a surer route to the people's loyalty than fear. If I am ever a queen, I'll make them love me

empathy

Though Jacen could theoretically inspire the World Brain to more deadly action, from poisoning Yuuzhan Vong food to causing an ecological catastrophe, he had refrained. His empathy with the Yuuzhan Vong had grown along his Vongsense : he would not be a mass murderer, not even of a deadly enemy

They all laughed then, Joffrey on his throne, and the lords standing attendance, Janos Slynt and Queen Cersei and Sandor Clegane and even the other men of the Kingsguard, the five who had been his brothers until a moment ago. Surely that must have hurt the most, Sansa thought. Her heart went out to the gallant old man as he stood shamed and red-faced, too angry to speak

diplomacy

“You're what ?” The red face of General Berrida glowered at Jacen from the Widowmaker's hologram.

“A Jedi Knight, sir,” Jacen repeated steadily. “I've come to help you.”

“Help us—?” The overweight general spluttered for a second. “And what exactly makes you think we need your help, Jedi Knight ? All I see is an overgrown boy in robes.”

“Appearances can be deceptive,” Jacen said, refusing to wilt beneath the general's blustering and outrage.

[...]

Jacen ticked several items off on his fingers. “First, we can advise you on how to detect and eleminate Yuuzhan Vong spies within your ranks. Second, we can teach your pilots new tactics that will help you fight more effectively on the front. And third, I can offer you my opinion of what you should do next.”

[...]

Jacen brought his own hands behind his back as he waited for the general's reply.

The holographic image of the general was motionless for a long time — long enough for Jacen to wonder if the image hadn't frozen. Then Berrida moved, tilting his head to one side with a grimace.

“I'll get back to you,” he said, before his image abruptly dissolved.

[...]

“I totally agree with you, Jacen,” Luke said. “And I know that you'll do the job right. You seem to have a natural strength when it comes to negotiating. Your mother will be proud. Not even she was able to talk the Imperials around, and she's one of the best diplomats the New Republic has ever seen.”

Jacen smiled at his uncle praise. “That's kind of you,” he said. “Although to be fair to my mother, the last time she was here the Imperials didn't have the Yuuzhan Vong snapping at their heels. Things like that tend to make people easier to persuade.”

“That's nothing but false modesty, Jacen, and you know it,” Mara said

She is good at this, he thought, as he watched her tell Lord Gyles that his cough was sounding better, compliment Elinor Tyrell on her gown, and question Jalabhar Xho about wedding customs in the Summer Isles. His cousin Ser Lancel had been brought down by Ser Kevan, the first time he'd left his sickbed since the battle. He looks ghastly. Lancel's hair had turned white and brittle, and he was thin as a stick. Without his father beside him holding him up, he would surely have collapsed. Yet when Sansa praised his valor and said how good it was to see him getting strong again, both Lancel and Ser Kevan beamed. She would have made Joffrey a good queen and a better wife if he'd had the sense to love her

leadership skills

Jacen could feel the guilt and anger tearing his sister apart, though her emotions were so intermingled with his own that he could barely distinguish them. They shared a void that would never again be whole, an emptiness that he sensed pulling at Jaina like a vacuum breach. He laid a hand on her knee, hoping his touch might serve as her anchor.

“We can't give up. We still need to destroy the queen.”

[...]

“Jacen, this one has two shots, maybe three. We must destroy the queen.”

Jacen nodded. “And save—” He almost said Jaina, then caught himself. “—our friends on the shuttle.”

“You cannot do both,” Vergere warned. “‘The Yuuzhan Vong have a saying : “The fleet that fights two battles loses twice.’”

“Do we look like Yuuzhan Vong ?” Ganner demanded, pointing at his eyes. “We're Jedi.”

“So you are,” Vergere said midly. “But the Yuuzhan Vong have their strengths, as well. Do not dismiss those strengths because the Force is blind to them.”

“I don't,” Jacen said. “But we are going to win two battles—and here's how.”

He explained his plan to the others

She never knew why she got to her feet, but she did. “Don't be afraid,” she told them loudly. “The queen has raised the drawbridge. This is the safest place in the city. There's thick walls, the moat, the spikes...”

“What's happened ?” demanded a woman she knew slightly, the wife of a lesser lordling. “What did Osney tell her ? Is the king hurt, has the city fallen ?”

“Tell us,” someone else shouted. One woman asked about her father, another her son.

Sansa raised her hands for quiet. “Joffrey's come back to the castle. He's not hurt. They're still fighting, that's all I know, they're fighting bravely. The queen will be back soon.” The last was a lie, but she had to soothe them. She noticed the fools standing under the galley. “Moon Boy, make us laugh.”

seeing through the false pretense

“Speaking of worms,” he said, and he couldn't resist glancing at Randa as the Hutt left the shed. “Senator Shesh rubs me wrong.”

Jaina frowned. “But she's been named to the Advisory Council. She's practically the head of SELCORE.”

“I know,” Jacen said, “and SELCORE isn't exactly keeping its commitments. Think about the way she was standing, too. And that falseness in her tone of voice... The way she held herself, and that strange little smile. They reminded me of the holovids I've seen of another senator.”

Jaina twisted the mask in her lap. “I hate guessing games.”

“Palpatine, pre-Empire,” he explained. “When he was on his way up, and he didn't care who or what he destroyed to get there.”

The venom in his voice was so thick that for a moment she almost forgot that Lyn Corbray was her father's catspaw, bought and paid for. Or was he ? Perhaps, instead of being Petyr's man pretending to be Petyr's foe, he was actually his foe pretending to be his man pretending to be his foe

troubled relationship with their father

It was times like this that Han occasionally wished he had just a little of that Force ability to feel what others felt, because Jacen was a blank slate to him more often that not.

[...]

Ultimately it was because he just didn't understand the kid, and the kid hadn't a clue about Han.

Anakin he could understand. He used the Force in exactly the way Han would, if he had the ability. Jacen had always been more like Leia, and in the last year or so the resemblance had only grown stronger.

But here, suddenly, in the least flattering way he could imagine, the Solo genes were finally showing.

“Don't go, son,” Han murmured, but there was no one to hear him but the sleeping weapons

Sansa looked up from her food. “If she can have a dancing lesson, why won't you let me say farewell to Prince Joffrey ?”

“I would gladly go with her, Lord Eddard,” Septa Mordane offered. “There would be no question of her missing the ship.”

“It would not be wise for you to go to Joffrey right now, Sansa. I'm sorry.”

Sansa's eyes filled with tears. “But why ?”

“Sansa, your lord father knows best,” Septa Mordane said. “You are not to question his decisions.”

“It's not fair !” Sansa pushed back from her table, knocked over her chair, and ran weeping from the solar

troubled relationship with their younger sibling

“You fought with Anakin again,” Luke remarked to Jacen when he found his older apprentice sitting on the wall surrounding the Millennium Falcon's current dock, an open courtyard on planet Reecee.

[...]

“I found him practicing with his lightsaber,” Jacen replied honestly. “He wanted to see how far he's come, and so did I.”

“I'm not talking about the sword fight,” Luke explained. “Though I don't think that your father would be happy to hear that you two were wrestling with lightsabers in the main compartment of his ship. I'm talking about your war of words.”

That caught Jacen by surprise, and he stared at his uncle, his mentor, looking for some sign concerning Luke's feelings on the subject.

He couldn't read the man at all.

“An honest difference of opinion,” Jacen said, turning away. “That's all.”

“Concerning the role of the Jedi,” Luke said.

“Concerning the role of the Force,” Jacen corrected, turning back to face him.

Alone and humiliated, Sansa took the long way back to the inn, where she knew Septa Mordane would be awaiting. Lady padded quietly by her side. She was almost in tears. All she wanted was for things to be nice and pretty, the way they were in the songs. Why couldn't Arya be sweet and delicate and kind, like Princess Myrcella ? She would have liked a sister like that.

Sansa could never understand how two sisters, born only two years apart, could be so different

animal lovers

Jacen Solo had stayed at Luke Skywalker's Jedi academy for about a month before he managed to set up his room the way he wanted it.

[...]

As he did every morning before going to Uncle Luke's lessons, Jacen fed and took stock of all the bizarre and exotic creatures he had collected out in the unexplored jungles on Yavin 4. He liked to gather new pets.

The far wall stacked with bins and cages, transparent display cages and bubbling aquariums. Many of the containers were ingenious contraptions invented by his mechanically inclined sister. He appreciated Jaina's inventions, though he couldn't understand why she was more interested in the cages themselves than the creatures they contained

Sansa couldn't help but smile a little. The kennelmaster once told her that an animal takes after its master. She gave Lady a quick little hug. Lady licked her ear. Sansa giggled

deep connection to animals

He had always had a strange and deep affinity for living creatures, much as his sister had a talent for understanding machinery and gadgets. He could coax the animals with his special Force talent, getting them to come right up to him, where he could study them at his leisure

Strong hands grasped her by the shoulders, and for a moment Sansa thought it was her father, but when she turned, it was the burned face of Sandor Clegane looking down at her, his mouth twisted in a terrible mockery of a smile. “You are shacking, girl,” he said, his voice rasping. “Do I frighten you so much ?”

He did, and had since she had first laid eyes on the ruin that fire had made of his face, though it seemed to her now that he was not half so terrifying as the other. Still, Sansa wrenched away from him, and the Hound laughed, and Lady moved between them, rumbling a warning. Sansa dropped to her knees to wrap her arms around the wolf

Sansa Month 2023 : day eleven - parallels

[indogothedemon]

Crystallines Story

Crystallines real name is actually Ellie, Ellie grow up with her parents normally like every other kid did, but one day... Everything changed... Ellie lost her parents during the fire that happend in the apartment that she was in, luckly Tracer only manage to safe her, while the rest of the people in that apartment was seriously injured or didnt survive, Tracer needed to jump thru the Window in order to safe Ellie but Tracer also i jured herself bc she jumped from a very big high... She luckly survive but, Widowmaker was around and Talon was in need for a new member, so Widowmaker thought that it would be a good idea to take Ellie with them. Ellie was 5 years old when she lost her parents during fire that happend. However a few days passed since Ellie was in Talon and since she was a kid there wasnt really need for Moira to brinwash her or do any experiments on her. But one thing happend that nobody really in Talon expected to happend, Ellie started to see Moira like her mother and at first Moira was really sure about it but she eventually accept the role of mother as she took care for Ellie as much as she could since Ellie was now practiclly orphan. Everything was fine. Until one day, Ellie discovers that she had her Crystal like powers, and when Widowmaker got brainwashed (as a punishment for failing mission and bc in that time she had a secret love for Tracer) however Ellie helped Tracer to rescue Widowmaker but.. There was consequences... Moira was very mad at Ellie as she forced Ellie against her will to be experiments on. But... Her powers only got worst and out of control... Ellie was even before scared of her powers bc she thought everyone will saw her as a monster. Her powers would get out of control when she would be mad, or scared. Before she would even make a cute crystal harts but now, only what she could do is now summons crystal like spikes. A few years passed and Ellie grow up known as a cold blooded killer, bc when there was a mission from Talon to kill someone she would without hesitation, as she would almost always come back from mission with her white suit covers in blood, and in that time she named herself Crystalline. But one day something happend even something she didnt expected to happend. Overwatch manages to capture everyone in Talon expect her as she would always out smart them but her hatred for Overwatch only grew more as she formed a group called Aces, and thats where a story of Aces begin, will Aces be able to free Talon from Overwatch? (Crystalline also loved a book called Alice in Wonderland so thats how she got inspiration for her outfit and for the name of group)

[pagetreader]

@honorhearted {x}

"Your love or hatred of me is of no consequence."

Tallmadge had been a thorn in his side since day one, their unspoken competition coming to a head the night the bastard Major had shoved him over the coals for speaking his mind and offending his precious General, the man that had let them down continuously as the men of the Continental Army continued to fall down upon their own swords for him.

He wasn't sorry for wanting someone better than Washington, to appoint someone who would sooner see this war put to an end than remain an indecisive and shameless coward. His only regret was that he was leaving behind his dearest love -- his sole reason for fighting, the one thing that mattered.

"Seeing how this is your last night on earth, I suggest that you make peace with God."

"I've made my peace with our good Lord who will hold no sin against me," he assured with a smirk, "I go to my maker with a clean conscience, Major, but will you, a widowmaker, do the same?"

I will try my best...should she wish it. We are intent on protecting your loved ones from reprisal, but that's about all I can guarantee."

Williams's hands were bound behind him, but that didn't stop him from tugging at the binding rope that burned into his wrists, wishing he could grab Ben by the collar and shove him against the wall, perhaps putting some fear into him one last time.

"That isn't good enough," he hissed, teeth grit so hard, his jaw ached, "Have you so little empathy for a woman left to face the world alone because you've condemned her husband? Of course, you don't...you would know little of what it's like to harbor such a love that you'd risk everything for it."

He drew in a deep breath, exhaling through his nose as he struggled to contain his resentment, for Prudence's sake.

"Tallmadge, my wife is with child. I implore you to thoroughly consider your part in the safety of those I hold most dear. Castigate me and send me to the gallows, but Prudence and my child are blameless in this."

[tokkionline]

c o d e n a m e: fog

a f f i l i a t i o n: talon (previously), none (currently)

c l a s s: support

fog is merely a simple step in the grand scheme of thing. made to be discarded and forgotten as a greater result is produced. moira failed to turn him into a ruthless assassin, but that’s ok: she has widowmaker now because of all the data she collected from him.

emotionless. stunted. silent. hatred remains, though, and it burns bright as he thinks of the organization he used to call a family. of the woman he used to consider as a mother.

he won’t let them continue. this cannot continue.

he’ll find them, one by one, and he’ll kill them.

maybe he is a ruthless assassin after all.

[todoslosdiasdemivida]

“And I will try to fix you.” // @mercymedic

As consciousness returns to him—as well as a rather loud ringing in his ears and an absolutely nauseating agony—thought is blurry, slipping away from him like sand through an hourglass. A few points, however, return to him with at least some degree of clarity: (1) he had made certain that Sombra got herself and Sigma and Widowmaker out, (2) he had taken measures to prevent the newly reformed Overwatch from getting caught in the blast, and (3) the look of utter hatred from Doomfist as Reaper stood before him with the dead man's switch remote detonation device in hand was beyond priceless.

He had held to those certainties even as his thumb started to release the button.

[ " The reckoning is here. I'll see you in hell, Akande, " he had said just before the explosives he so covertly and meticulously placed within the 'last stand' stronghold prior to Overwatch's assault exploded. ]

That he had survived such a massive blast at all [ for a second time in his life, no less ] was nothing short of a miracle—or a punishment?—though he is under no delusion of it lasting for terribly much longer, particularly considering the tightness to his chest and the crackly feeling with each forced intake of breath.

"There's nothing... nothing to... fix."

The response is little more than a strained rasp, almost lost to the crackling of flames and the sound of klaxons.

The Reaper's broken form does not move in the slightest, not even attempting to dislodge the rubble and debris that had fallen atop him, or to dissuade her from drawing near to him.

"It was... always supposed to end... this way... No... half measures."