#it got me thinking about how Hanzo probably hates those types of people

[overdrivels]

Faint of Heart

You throw up your hands, waving them in a large sweeping ‘X’. “Nope! Nope, noppity-nope-nope-nope. We’re not doing this. No.”

“We must.”

“Are you crazy?” you hiss frantically between clattering teeth. You swing your arm at the scene outside the window, the one of mysterious packages getting loaded into nondescript delivery trucks heavily guarded by plain clothes mercenaries packing more heat than one of Soldier’s barbeques–omnic traffickers. “Look at these guys. No, we’re on a scouting mission, not a rescue one.”

Hanzo heavily resists the urge to roll his eyes or sigh or even shove a hand over your mouth just to shut you up. This is just a rehash of a conversion that you always seem to have with them. A suggestion comes up for something only slightly more dangerous than jaywalking across a street and you’re up in arms, claiming it’s too ‘dangerous’ or too ‘risky’.

Hanzo’s upper lip curls in disgust. A damn coward. Not just any coward–a coward without any conviction. What the hell were you doing here–in Overwatch, arguably the riskiest thing anyone could do in this climate, with some of the most dangerous people on the planet (and space)–when you were too scared to even leave your room half the time?

He glares at you, feeling nothing when you flinch. Hanzo adjusts the strap of his quiver. “We’re going.”

“We have to leave them. I know it’s not a good look, but we have to just take this info and go.”

“Then I’m going. You can stay here or go back.”

Leaving you behind would make his mission easier anyway. But you cling onto the sash around his hips like a child, refusing to let go. “It’s better if I’m with you.”

“Suit yourself,” he says briskly, yanking the sash away from your hands. He jumps out the window, scaling the building, not caring as you inch your way carefully onto the fire escape. He’ll be finished with this before you even manage to get halfway up to the roof. (Then he might have to be burdened with carrying you off the ladder–what a joy.)

Here, he has a clearer view.

There are ten goons out in the open. Two of them–drivers–are shooting the shit. He counts four more hidden, trying to be discreet as the others continue to load up the truck. From the looks of it, they’re a little more than half finished with their work. They can be taken care of last. Fourteen total.

This was originally a scouting mission (“Please use your discretion,” Winston told them. “REfrain from engaging except when necessary.”), but if they continue scouting without taking action, the omnics in that truck might never be found again. While he has no strong love for omnics, being around people like Tracer and Winston may have softened his opinion of them a little. Where a robot and machine once stood in his eyes, there is a glimmer of humanity, more so than what he has in himself, that’s for sure.

Hanzo nocks an arrow, pulling it back and waiting for the wind to sway. Once he gets them, he can swipe their devices, place them in a faraday bag, and bring them back to the base for analysis. If he can do this in the time it is supposed to take the shipment to reach its next destination, they could intercept it.

He takes a breath, the calm settling in his veins. The wind nudges at his hands. He releases his arrow.

Two of the goons go down. The others are slowly realizing. He has another one down before they’re able to draw their guns. The carriers drop their boxes, one of them opens, revealing an unresponsive omnic inside. A brush of anger sweeps past him. It’s gone by the time he has his next arrow ready–that one takes down another and pierces the hover mechanism in the truck, driving it into the ground and unable to move.

They’re turning round and round wildly, unsure. None of them meet his eye or even think of looking up here. At this rate, he can probably take down the rest of them without issue.

Something grabs Hanzo’s ankle.  

“No, please! I don’t wanna die!”

Hanzo barely stops his foot from stomping your head in; the muscle in his thigh bunches so hard it aches. How did you manage to sneak up on him? You’re on your belly, covering your head with your arms, looking like you’re ready to be sick. Instinctively, he glances back down at the enemies–one, twothreefour…five—

Another tug at his ankle–didn’t you learn the first time?

“Ha, Hanzo. We can’t do this. We–we have to go.”

“Silence! We still have a chance.”

A slow sort of muted panic creeps into his bones as his mind scrambles to spot the last person. Where—?

You yank at his sleeve and he shrugs you off a little harder than he means to, but you’re insistent, a constant, desperate hiss in his ears. “I have a bad feeling; this is–this is an order. We have to retreat.”

Ignoring you, he prepares another arrow. He could place a trick shot and make it pierce two targets. That should lure out the last.

His eyes catch sight of an object flying upward. It takes him a half-second to recognize it.

They wouldn’t—

With his mouth agape, he barely manages to close it before you slam into him with your own body, almost making him bite his tongue off. Above him, a blast of light and sound rocks the skies, and it throws him off balance, his ears ringing without sound and vision bludgeoned by dust and debris.

Screams of “I fucking told you so, damn it!” accompany the ringing in his ears when the sounds finally become recognizable.

Shoving you off of him, he grabs at another arrow. He needs to find that last person–they must have more on them. He can’t let them slip away like this. But among his calculations of contingency plans, he didn’t expect you to groan, “I don’t feel so good.”

The sound of retching brings him back to reality–you’re slumped over, holding your head and throwing up what remains in your stomach.

Between the remaining goons who are trying their best to haul the rest of the ‘merchandise’ into the only functional truck they have and you who is more of a liability than anything, he huffs in annoyance as he comes to a decision.

He finds himself having to haul your limp body back. It is not guilt that adds urgency to his step.

---

“You take unnecessary risks–”

“My risks are calculated,” Hanzo shoots back just as sharply as any arrow. The bandages across his face dampens his claims.

“And they put the team in danger,” Soldier finishes firmly, slamming a fist on the table. The reverberating bang stuns everyone except Hanzo into silence. Hanzo, not one to be cowed by such messy tactics, only glares at Soldier over his nose.

“No. It is people with weak resolve who put themselves in danger.”

Winston raises a hand to silence them both. “That is quite enough. Agent Hanzo, I believe you were sent on a reconnaissance mission. Why did you feel the need to engage?”

“And you are comfortable with these omnics being sold illegally?” Hanzo asks coolly, challenging.

This is not the first time since Winston has taken the seat at the head of Overwatch that people have backsassed him or gone against his order. He doesn’t know if it’s because of his inexperience or because he’s simply not human, but dwelling on the individual prejudices of people never really helped him any.

“The mission, Agent Hanzo,” Winston says slowly, curling his hands together, “has a specific purpose for a long-term strategy. By saving these few omnics, we’ve now lost the trail on the entire operation. This sets us back several months of hard work. I believe you are aware of this.”

The conference room is ice cold and tense. Hanzo glares at him with a look that is half guilty and half irritated. Haltingly, he utters, “I…apologize. I will reflect upon my actions next time.”

“See that you do.” Winston then turns to the rest of the room. “We must have a back-up strategy ready. McCree, please get a quote from your friend in the shadows. We will have to pay her price for additional information. Tracer, please ensure the Orca is charged, I expect us to ship out in short order.”

“Yessir.”

“You’ve got it.”

“You are all dismissed.”

The room is quickly emptied of people with Hanzo being the first to leave, likely to train himself into exhaustion. With the door closed and himself alone, Winston lets a giant sigh escape him and he slumps in his chair, picking up his holotablet and turning it on.

Winston carefully thumbs the edge of the screen where your portrait–a half-nervous smile–and Hanzo’s–stern and threatening–look back at him. The two of you are a bad matchup on a good day. Neither of you get along, the difference in ideology drives a chasm between the both of you greater than the distance between Earth and Horizon Lunar Colony.

It was his idea to send you both on this mission. It’s his fault that you were being treated for a concussion. Winston heaved a fur-raising sigh. This is just another facet of management, he supposed. Even so, he does not regret his choice. For Hanzo who faces death like he thirsts for it, you’re the very best partner for him.

Many people questioned his judgment on the matter. McCree threatened to leave again, his tenure to Overwatch 2.0 held together only by the barest of threads and a promise that he’s going to protect you. Soldier: 76 berated him for inviting back people like you and Mei. He’s held back only by Shrike who laughs and says with painful familiarity, “I’ll take care of him.”

He rubs his eyes. Alone, in this dark, cavernous room where nightmares and doubts eat up every bit of space available, he can’t say he feels good about every time he sends everyone off, not knowing if such bright, talented people would ever return.

But that’s precisely why he accepted when you called them with shaking voice and hidden conviction.

Your mission is never to fight Talon. Your sole mission is to get everyone out alive.

---

The kitchen is only occupied by one other person when he leaves the gym showers. Mei is by herself slurping down the remains of what smells to be instant beef noodles. She offers him a smile which he vaguely returns and another bowl which he gladly accepts.

The impromptu dinner session turns into a rare venting session for him.

“–and I would have ended their entire operation if a certain someone wasn’t such a coward,” Hanzo barks, slamming his fist into the table.

Mei whispers, looking down at her folded hands, “You say ‘coward’ like it’s a bad thing. I’m not the bravest either.”

A strangled, inarticulate protest makes its way out of Hanzo’s throat. All the anger evaporates and he’s left with the strange urge to placate her. No. Mei is not like you. She’s here because she has something she believes in. She may be shaking in her boots when she’s forced to fight, but she believes in something and she has something to protect, made into a soldier, a criminal, when she could have had a respectable job elsewhere doing less dangerous things. She’s here in spite of her fear.

But you? You’re here—

The realization gives Hanzo pause.

Why are you still here?

There is no mission that you take that you do not voice your fears against.

You could have turned tail and ran away when he told you he was leaving you behind. You could have just not boarded the train with him to your destination.

If you really wanted to, you could have asked Winston to take you off the mission, and Winston–bleeding heart as he is–would never make you do something you strongly opposed.

No. Even before that. If you were truly so afraid, why did you come back to Overwatch in the first place? How did you wind up here?

Something isn’t adding up.

Your fear and hesitations and reservations are real—they’d better be for all the grief it’s caused him. But what was compelling enough to bring you here into the heart of danger? What is so magnetic that you have not yet left?

What is he missing?

“Hanzo? Are you okay?” Mei asks. He realizes he’s been quiet for far too long and attempts an awkward facsimile of a smile.

“Apologies. I was lost in my thoughts.”

“That happens to me, too. Especially when—” She chatters on and on, the solemn mood from before lifted between them. Inside, his doubts only grow stronger. Even after his conversation and cleaning up the remains of his impromptu meal with Mei, his questions are incessant and loud in his head, to the point they drive his feet away from his room in search for an answer.

When he arrives at your room in the medical bay, Ana is already there with a book in hand–she always did like paperback more than tablets, enamored with the way a story moves with the physical turn of a page, like a long journey that she herself is participating in.

She smiles when he walks in.

“You just missed visiting hours,” she says, gesturing at your prone form on the bed, breathing slow and relaxed. “We were having a nice chat up until ten minutes ago.”

“I see.”

“Did you have something you want to say?” she asks, almost knowingly.

Hanzo does not look at her, finding the bed sheets to be much more interesting. “No. I just came to…follow up.”

You don’t even have bandages on your head or any excessive external injuries to speak of. He probably looks worse off than you do, and that sets off another pang of irritation inside him that almost chases away all the questions he has.

The older woman chuckles behind her book, but not unkindly. She pats the empty seat beside her and Hanzo cautiously lowers himself into the seat as though he were sparing her some of the time he does not have. He does. She probably knows.

From here, the half-drawn curtain prevents him from seeing you and perhaps that’s a good thing. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Is it serious?”

“Angela said it was just a mild concussion, nothing to worry about.”

He nods. A mild concussion. That’s nothing–he’s had his head split open before and still managed to kill three people and make his way back home without blacking out.

“You’re wondering about the choice in staff.”

He only grunts in response.

So it was that obvious. He supposed he never made it much of a secret that he didn’t like your demeanor. It is not a conducive one, especially not in an organization like this. You may gather and compile data, but anyone can do that from the safety of their own home. You didn’t have to come here where you’re a literal sitting duck, unable to defend yourself if the base were to be raided.

So what brought you here?

Ana smiles mysteriously as she closes her book. “Such staffing choices are necessary.”

“Is that so?”

“You don’t think so?”

“No,” is his automatic reply. There’s no point keeping secrets from Ana. Age has only made her intuition sharper, he suspects.

“People who can sense danger and run at the slightest hint of it can save more lives than just their own. We need people like that if we want Overwatch to survive longer than the last time. They see the writing on the wall the fastest and find the quickest way out. It’s a vantage point that we”–Ana waves at the room with a good-natured chuckle–“do not have.”

“Is that so,” Hanzo says again, not entirely convinced of her reasoning, but unable to refute it so easily either.

“You should think about it. Variety is the spice of life, and goodness knows Overwatch is full of it.”

Hanzo sneers to himself. Full of it. Yes. Full of it, indeed. He takes one last lingering look at your shadow from behind the curtain, doubt and irritation painted in a newer light with Ana’s musings. He still does not agree someone like you should be here. He is no closer to figuring out why either, but it’s unlikely he’ll get an answer.

“…I will consider it,” he says finally, getting up from his seat. “Good night, then.”

“Good night to you, too. Sleep tight.”

After he leaves, Ana’s smile only grows.

“He’s gone.”

A dramatic sigh of relief comes from behind the curtain and she chuckles softly to herself.

“I thought he’d never leave. He’s scary as fuck,” you grumble. “I was so nervous I thought I was going to throw up again.”

“Good job; you held it in.”

“Don’t expect me to do that again.”

Ana opens her book again, leaning into her chair. “You are their leash. Until they learn to take your concerns seriously, I’m afraid these are the methods you’ll have to resort to.”

You grumble something unflattering beneath your breath. The curtain may as well not be there; Ana can guess what sort of expression you’re making. “Rest now. There will be much to do when morning comes.”

[atopearth]

Nightshade Part 1 - Ishikawa Goemon Route

I'm superrrr excited to play Nightshade! I've always been so curious about it so yayyy! Enju looks so cool and cute too. Toriumi Kousuke voices Chojiro? Okay, I love him already, and it seems like he's a big brother figure too, I love those🥲🥲 I have a soft spot for overprotective bodyguard types like Gekkamaru too though, he's so loyal! Maybe to the point of it being detrimental to the both of them though, since when Enju trains, he protects her lol, and he doesn't go out on a lot of missions because he wants to protect her. I guess the good thing about it is that this is of his own free will. I guess it's interesting that Enju is the symbol of peace between the Iga clan (that was mostly decimated by Oda Nobunaga) and the Koga clan (who was the Iga's rivals and ended up taking in the remnants of the Iga clan) due to being the daughter of the Koga clan master and the late Iga clan master's sister. Ohh Chojiro is Momochi Tanba's (late Iga clan master) son! I wonder how he feels.. Wow, Kando (Enju's father) looks so fierce and cool. I guess Gekkamaru protecting Enju isn't completelyyyy his free will, considering it was what Enju's deceased mother asked of him and he's kept his promise to this day. Awww Chojiro recommended Enju to come along for the mission! Exciting! I can't imagine having to go on a mission for 8 years, I wonder if Enju and them will even recognise Kuroyuki. I can't believe Kuroyuki was sent on the mission when he was 8 years old! That's just crazy.. Aww Kasumi is so cuteee, her crying at everyone leaving on a mission was so sweet. Lmao at Chojiro telling Enju and them that the mission will always come before their lives and Gekkamaru completely dismisses it later by saying it doesn't matter to him since Enju will always be his top priority.

Kuroyuki definitely seems like he has a lot of baggage with him, but I guess that's to be expected when he was dumped on a mission at such a young age, and if he's coming back alone, that means for all these years, he must have been really lonely. He never got the support of others like Enju and them did. For some reason, I really like Kyara's voice, I should check the VAs. Okay, omg no wonder why lol, I loveee Hayami Saori~ WHOA, I'm in for a ride, Tsuda Kenjiro voices Hanzo? I'm looking forward to that. Oh nooo, Midorikawa Hikaru voices Goemon?? I don't like Goemon's looks, but I guess I'll love his voice regardless😂 Right now, he kinda reminds me of Tamahome from Fushigi Yuugi lol. Even though Enju's naive, I really did like how she took back the girl's money bag from the thief and gave it back to her naturally. I'm kinda interested in "Goro" (Goemon), he looks sleazy (lol) but he seems to be quite mature? Oh, their mission is to find the next place Goemon will rob? I know Goemon is a "good" person because he only robs officials who are corrupt and don't treat the citizens properly, but that's about all I know haha. I guess it's understandable why Ishida Mitsunari needs to capture him if Tokugawa Ieyasu and other council guys are coming, it would be pretty embarrassing and shameful to not be able to catch a single notorious thief, and it doesn't help that Toyotomi Hideyoshi is getting older and the council elders have considerable influence. Btw, lmao at Kyara trying to cook with her weapon😂

Wow, Ieyasu is beautiful~ I love his looks🥺 I didn't realise that guy was Hattori Hanzo until I heard his voice a bit more though hahaha. Anyway, yeah, Enju throwing a shuriken to save Ieyasu (when he used himself as bait) was definitely reckless and silly as a shinobi, but I can't really dislike her for it, because she's not someone who can just ignore that. Considering that Hanzo is the strongest/top Iga ninja, and is tasked with protecting Ieyasu, is he a part of Koga now or is he independent? Honestly, I always took Kuroyuki as a flighty guy so when he stood up for Enju (when Hanzo called her a burden if they were to take her along to kill the guys after Ieyasu) against Hanzo, I was a bit touched. Ieyasu is really kind to think about the shinobi who died protecting him from the assassin, it is pretty saddening tbh. Enju catching Goemon was pretty cool, I think he really let his guard down and didn't want to hurt her though. I knew Hideyoshi was going to die and Enju would be accused as the killer, but it's kinda sad since Hideyoshi seemed genuinely happy and impressed with her. Anyway, considering how important Hideyoshi is, I'm surprised they even let him be alone with Enju with no guards at all?? Or any ninjas to protect him or anything?? I like the idea of Goemon "stealing" her away, so she's not escaping and causing more trouble for the Koga clan, but I wonder what will happen to the clan... I mean, Ishida's missions were what kept the clan going so... Anyway, I forgot that Goemon was an Iga ninja, that's certainly interesting, and he left before the Iga clan was basically destroyed so hm~

Aww Enju and Goemon traveling together, pretending to be husband and wife and holding hands is so cute~ I love how Goemon speaks his mind and tells her she's cute, because Enju is definitely super cuteee. Lmaoo when the innkeeper thought they were siblings. How heartbreaking to hear that Enju's father disowned her... It's probably what he needed to do to protect the rest of Koga, but yeah that would hurt. At least Gekkamaru is adhering to what he said before and is ready to discard everything to protect Enju. I agree with Goemon and his choice to leave the village though. I mean, it's respectable and crazy how dedicated and loyal shinobi are to their mission and to their villages, but shinobi literally live for all that and nothing else. It's admirable, but it's also such a saddening way to live? Especially since so many of them die so frequently for their missions. I'm personally glad Gekkamaru is doing this for Enju. I guess in a sense this journey is a blessing in disguise (as long as no one dies) because it will help Enju think about how she wants to live. She's always been stuck in her village "protected" by everyone just because she's the symbol of peace, so rather than appreciating her for who she is, people only look at her as a symbol that needs to exist, yet Enju feels like she needs to "repay" them for treating her so kindly when they basically imprison her in the village and bind her to it in a sense to make themselves feel better. Not saying they're not nice people but the whole ninja village thing isn't really great when it comes to anything about freedom and choice, so it's nice for Enju to now see things with a different perspective. It was cute how they both said to each other they would be a good wife/husband. As for Mokichi, I was suspicious when he insisted on going to the festival alone with Enju, but I do feel bad for her. I know Enju is very careless, too naive and kind for her own good, but I honestly wish to see her continue to see the world in a nice way because it's saddening otherwise I guess. I'm surprised Gekkamaru didn't follow them at all though, like it's still dangerous!!

I was wondering what Kuroyuki was doing this whole time considering he's just like his brother Gekkamaru in terms of how much he wants to protect Enju, but it seems like he was trying to look for her too! Oh.. Goemon wasn't even born into Iga, he was sold there and used as disposable pawns when needed and trained harshly to the point that if he couldn't take it, they would just dump him. Honestly, Goemon hasn't really made my heart flutter much haha, but when he got angry and asked Enju whether she wanted to live or die (when she thought maybe she should stop running so she wouldn't trouble the others anymore), and then when he told her that he would stay beside her until the end, I couldn't help but feel touched. He's not optimistic enough to think that they will definitely survive, but he's not willing to give up, and is willing to do whatever he can to stay alive alongside her and I think that's sweet. Goemon patting her head as she enjoyed the soothing view of cherry blossoms was nice. Enju has really gone through a lot these days so I'm glad Goemon is always trying to help her relax a bit. Whaaat?! Goemon was the Fuma leader?? Oh...Goemon escaped from Iga when he was 8 and somehow or another ended up at Fuma.. I guess Goemon hates killing because of the amount of people he's killed before, and knowing how "easy" it can be with the ninjutsu he learnt as the Fuma leader... It's nice how comfortable they've gotten with each other that they can even sleep side by side together now lol.

I honestly don't really trust Mitsunari, and really don't know if this "goodbye" with her friends will really be for the good. I mean, even on the off chance Mitsunari has good intentions, other people in the castle don't. Anyway, I really liked how forward Enju was in wanting Goemon to stroke her head, and he even kissed her on the forehead~ Goemon is a flirt but he's always so polite and careful with Enju, it's kinda cute. Honestly, the last bit with Goemon pretending to kill Chojiro and them etc was pretty... meh? Like, it was obvious what was going to happen, especially with the gold and him giving it to people lol. I guess something nice and interesting was that Enju will continue to hide from the public eye since she's supposed to be dead, so she'll be traveling with Goemon from now on. Kinda cute how Goemon is more open with his affections. The bad ending was quite nice, I liked how it was Enju who gave up on living because of everything that happened, and because of that, Goemon ended up using the ninjutsu he hated so much to kill the Elders for causing all this to happen, and forcing an innocent girl to lose the will to live and basically sacrifice herself.

Overall, while I do like Goemon's personality, I find his route very lacklustre. I think the biggest problem with Goemon's route is that it's very focused on Enju and her escape from the Elders and how Goemon helps her with that, supports her and that's how they end up bonding by both encouraging her and understanding the desire to live for oneself rather than romance. There were cute moments that I enjoyed between the two, but I don't feel like I learnt much about Goemon as a thief or even as the Fuma leader. They talk about his past and why he hates it all, but it doesn't expand on it which can be okay, but the story doesn't expand on the current him as Goemon either. All we ever learn about him is the superficial stuff like he's a good thief with a crappy past, and that he's a flirt lol. I just feel like since it was his route, I wanted to learn more about him, because other than his desire to live without being tied down to stuff like villages and stuff, and hoping that people like Enju wouldn't have to sacrifice their lives for stuff like that, I'm not sure anything much happened. Like, I wanted to see more of the ramifications of how it was for a shinobi clan to lose their master, how Goemon's "betrayal" towards the Fuma went etc. So yeah, kinda disappointing. The bonus scenarios and stuff were nice though, especially when they chatted about little Chojiro back in the day being cute hahaha.

[ask-jaghatai-khan]

MK11 Roster ranked for Warhammer

// Since I’m on a Mortal Kombat kick. How would each character from the Mortal Kombat 11 vanilla roster fair in either Warhammer? I’m keeping it to the playable roster since all the DLC characters haven’t been revealed yet and I didn’t want to have this post be five miles long. Might do more in the future, however.

Let’s face it, most of these psychos are gonna do pretty well. They regularly get into punch-outs with gods. The biggest problem will likely be which attitudes get them singled out by their allies.

Jade

40k: Decently well. She has many of the makings of an Imperial Inquisitorial acolyte or an Eldar Exarch. Extreme combat skill and mild psychic power are usual marks of greatness. Also very good at subtle politicking. Might be a bit of a pushover though.

AoS: Even better! Less stigma over her magical abilities, slightly more reasonable allies, and less likely to have to fight power-armored super soldiers.

Erron Black

40k: You can already play as this guy in Dark Heresy. Pretty much any Rogue Trader would be happy to hire this guy, and he’s too stupid to be bribed with anything other than cash.

AoS: Limited opportunities due to lack of good personal guns. Might get on well in some kind of mercenary group from Chamon or Hysh, but his rogue nature still wouldn’t earn him many connections.

Kabal

40k: Super-speed and melee skill are good, but only get you so far. If nobody grabbed him as an assassin, he’d still make a killing as a gang boss, and I think he’d be fine with that.

AoS: Probably even better chances of success, but it’s gonna be sucky with those third-degree burns given the lack of things like high-end prosthetic rebreather masks.

Kung Lao

40k: Kung Lao is absolutely a Rogue Trader/Dark Heresy character. He’s gonna get a lot of weird looks, but assuming that hat can cut through power armor, he’ll probably get on just fine. His big mouth might earn him some enemies, though.

AoS: Again, since he uses a low-tech weapon and martial arts, he’s even better in a fantasy setting. The entire Shaolin Temple would do pretty well for themselves in the Mortal Realms.

Sub-Zero

40k: A cryomancer? Seems suspect of heresy. Then again, a cryomancer who hates the undead and can fight as good as an assassin? Seems like prime Inquisitorial material!

AoS: Nagash’s grip is cold, but if Sigmar can get the Lin Kuei on his side, he’s got a lot to gain. Kuai Liang is as great a leader as he is a warrior and mage.

Scorpion

40k: Absolutely corrupted by Chaos, but I think most Chaos Lords would still be reluctant to run into Hanzo Hasashi. Less of a chance he could redeem himself, but even more of a chance for him to wreak absolute havoc on anyone who tries and betray him. Hellfire is plentiful in 40k.

AoS: A better chance for redemption, and even more utility from his ninja skills on top of the hellfire. Whoever has their grips on Scorpion’s soul, whether it’s Nagash or Chaos, better double-check just how strong that grip is.

Cetrion

40k: She’s a god! On the scale of 40k, she’s at a bit of a disadvantage, but being a god is never gonna hurt. She better just steer clear of Slaanesh.

AoS: Again, she’s a god! Set up shop in Ghyran and kick back with Alarielle in the “kill absolutely anybody who messes with our utopia” clubhouse.

Frost

40k: Cryomancer cyborg assassin is hardly the weirdest profession in 40k, and her conniving nature should help her out plenty whether she wants to work with the AdMech, DarkMech, or some other group of bastards.

AoS: Shame she couldn’t keep the robot body, but cryomancer assassin is still more than enough to raise some hell in the Mortal Realms. Nagash’s clubhouse seems most her style.

Baraka

40k: This guy would do well as King Mook of a group of Chaos mutants. That’s pretty much what he is anyways.

AoS: Same meat, different sausage. Being a half-demon warlord may not make you immortal, but it’s hardly a disadvantage.

Raiden

40k: His character and storyline makes him a solid fit for a high-end Inquisitor. Psychic might and leadership skills, with a tendency to turn into a psychotic templar? Tell me that doesn’t sound like a classic Inquisitor.

AoS: As a storm-god, he’d get on even better. He might even have the makings of a mighty Sacrosanct wizard. He’s already attuned to Azyr!

D’Vorah

40k: By the standards of some xenos races, she’s not really a top concern, but D’Vorah knows this and would make the most of what she has. Everyone’s so concerned about Chaos and Tyranids, they don’t even notice when they’re suddenly overrun by the Kytinn.

AoS: Set up in some blighted corner of Ghyran, out of sight but with plenty of foolish heroes to snack on, D’Vorah would do about as well as she’s done in Outworld.

Jax

40k: Eat your heart out, Straken. Or rather, eat your arm off. Jax has all the makings of a Guard commander, though his heart might be a bit too soft to finish his career free of scars to his mind and soul.

AoS: I’m sure someone in Chamon or Hysh could hook the man up with some new arms. Either that, or he’d make for a good Stormcast!

Geras

40k: Who the hell is this guy? Does he work for the Necrons? The Ordo Chronos? Wherever he came from, that archaeotech is going to make him a nightmare for whoever gets in the way of his inscrutable goals.

AoS: Even weirder! He must be some Age of Myth construct left behind in Hysh. Maybe a fractured remnant of a lost God of Law? Either way, he’d probably be more akin to a terrain obstacle in Underworlds than a regular enemy.

Kano

40k: There’s about fifty of this bastard on every world in the Imperium. Maybe he’d help out Chaos, but at the end of the day the Black Dragon is all Kano needs. His smug mug is going to be on wanted posters from Terra to Ultramar.

AoS: Who the hell keeps smuggling Chaos Dwarf cannons into Azyr? What maniac stole a warehouse’s load of weaponry from Hammerhal and sold them to damn greenskins?! If that bastard even looks at a Stormvault I want at least three merc companies sent to hunt him down!

Cassie Cage

40k: The Imperium loves legacy careers! Explains where she gets all those fancy toys from. Inheriting her dad’s mouth is going to make her time in the Schola rough, though.

AoS: A loyal ranger best suited for exploring Stormvaults and hunting down powerful champions. Chaos Lords best not underestimate her, she’s more than meets the eye.

Kotal Kahn

40k: Thank god we managed to find a governor able to rein control of that sector. Not often someone can purge Chaos that efficiently, especially a Feral World-born. Keep an eye on him in case of further developments, however...

AoS: The last of the Osh-Tekk might not worship Sigmar, but he’s a mighty and ruthless ally in the fight against Chaos and undead encroachment. A powerful priest and warrior of the light.

Skarlet

40k: Chaos could always use more assassins. You’d think more people would be looking into blood magic, but the rarity of it just means less competition and counters. Skarlet is every Inquisitor’s worst nightmare.

AoS: Same blood, different vein! Powerful dark magic and assassin skills are hard to knock.

Sonya Blade

40k: A peerless and loyal leader of the Guard. Maybe her choice of friends isn’t the cleanest, but her results can hardly be blamed.

AoS: The Free Peoples always need more competent generals, and even mortal leaders are expected to be able to kick some ass one-on-one. Even if she gets demolished, I think Sigmar was waiting for an excuse to reforge her.

Johnny Cage

40k: Movie stars aren’t so popular in the Imperium, but shining examples of the might of the common man over the unknowable alien? That’s good, even if he never shuts up. Charisma and fighting skill will get you far even if you’re surrounded by enemies. Probably for the best he gets Sonya on his side, though.

AoS: Less likely to be killed for snarky blasphemy! Also everyone’s so damn serious all the time, mockery would probably make for as effective a weapon as magical fists.

Noob Saibot

40k: I swear I’ve seen this type of guy before in Chaos’ toolbox. A shadow-daemon sorcerer assassin? Subtlety is a rare trait among Chaos,  so it might make for a powerful advantage.

AoS: There are some parts of Ulgu best avoided. Laugh at the name all you want, just not if you’re standing in the shadows.

Kollector

40k: Mutant or xenos, his ass-kissing skills will serve him well when he inevitably sets himself up with some Chaos Lord. Obviously without plentiful Forge Worlds to draw from, it would best suit your unholiness to hire someone who can scavenge much valuable plunder, yes?

AoS: Hardly different. Having a sticky-fingered mutant to oversee the finances of your kingdom leaves more time for a Chaos Lord to stick to taking skulls and planning conquests.

Kitana

40k: This character absolutely already exists in 40k. Planetary governor turned out to be a heretic? Well thank the Emperor his assassin daughter is amicable!

AoS: Fan blades seem like something a Khainite would enjoy, but thankfully Kitana is more restrained. Diplomatic skill, martial might, and a cool weapon gimmick will help her fit right in!

Jacqui Briggs

40k: Another military legacy, which is always a benefit. Also extremely skilled in combat and making inter-service connections. Probably has a better chance at a legit command position due to her personality over Cas, who’d be better relegated to black ops.

AoS: Again, great warriors and generals are always in high demand. As a commander of the Freeguild or the Stormcast, Jacqui even looks like one of the new warrior-women models GW likes to release nowadays.

Liu Kang

40k: Another mighty champion from outside the Astartes for a change. Liu Kang has protagonist energy, and even if kung-fu is rare in 40k, that’s enough to get you pretty far. Especially when he has such powerful friends.

AoS: More chances to flex those fists, less stigma around summoning fire and turning into a dragon, and he’s still a trusted friend of many generals and demigods.

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Sugar Daddy Hanzo part 12

Hi everyone! I’ll keep it brief because I’m very tired and very done, lol. Super stressed from school, so forgive my absence. I have along ass chapter for you though! Always feels good to write what I want. Sorry if my chapters have been off or slow recently, btw. My mind is just shot from juggling graduate school. Your ongoing support means everything to me, I want you to know that. 

Anywho, 3,070 words today! Enjoy. I also put a break halfway through since it’s so long.

The last surgery came and went just like any other, leaving you waking up with Hanzo on one side of your bed while your grandparents sat on the other. You smiled at the flowers perched on your side table. They were long stems covered with tiny yellow flowers you had called ‘pixie dust’ growing up. Here in the city, you never saw these dainty little plants, but back home they were everywhere. When you were smaller, you and your grandparents would run your fingers along the stem to pull off as many flowers as you could, then make a wish as you blew all the little petals into the air. Just seeing the vase full of your childhood favorite was enough to make you smile ear to ear.

“Good morning, or rather, evening,” Hanzo said as he noticed you were awake, setting his book aside.

“Hey,” you responded groggily.

“There’s my pumpkin,” your Nana chirped out, squeezing your hand. Your grandfather snorted in his sleep, but didn’t wake up.

“He could sleep through a plane crash,” you giggled.

“At least he remembered his neck pillow this time. Last time we traveled, he forgot it, and the chiropractor nearly lost his mind,” Nana chuckled. “But enough about him, how are you, my strong girl?”

“I’m fine,” you shrugged, “sore again, but I feel like I can take a deep breath now, so that’s nice.”

“I will go find a doctor,” Hanzo offered, heading to the door. Your Nana watched him leave then turned back to you excitedly the moment he was gone.

“Tell. Me. Everything,” she demanded giddily.

You grinned. Of course, you weren’t going to tell her everything, hell you couldn’t even tell her half of it, but you knew the old gossip wouldn’t let you rest until she had at least a few details.

“Alright, Nana,” you laughed, “I’ll tell you some of the good stuff. I met him at this fancy party a while ago, and we kinda got together. Trouble of it is, he sorta, um, dumped my friend to be with me instead.”

“Oh,” she said, lowering her voice as if every word you said was a precious secret, “well that’s complicated.”

“It was Lori. You remember Lori, right? The one who I was always covering for at work and driving home after benders?”

Nana’s face went sour. “Yes, yes. I remember you telling me about her. Never understood why you liked her in the first place.”

“Well, she helped me out when I first got to the company. Now I realize she was just using me, but still, that’s how it happened. We haven’t really spoken since I started going with Hanzo, though. That is, until she shot me.”

“She’s the one who shot you,” your grandmother reeled.

“Yeah,” you sighed, rubbing a sore spot on your chest, “that was her.”

“Good grief! What a jealous bitch!” You smirked at her swearing. As a kid, you had learned all your naughty words from grandma.

“I still can’t believe she went this far,” you groaned. “Hope they find her.”

“Oh they did,” your Nana said, “Hanzo said she’s been incarcerated and is going to be locked up for a very long time. Now that I think about it, he sounded very confident of that . . .”

“He probably made sure of it,” you murmured quietly.

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing,” you said trying to put on a sweet smile. Nana didn’t need to know you were dating the sort of man who would throw money around and bribe officials to make sure you were safe. But you knew he absolutely would.

“Well, in any case, he seems like a nice man, if not a little quiet and scary at times.”

“You think he’s scary,” you laughed. He was, but it was different to hear your grandmother say it.

“Do you not?! He’s so grave looking with that angular face of his! And so somber! There was a rather unpleasant nurse in here a while ago who made a remark about ‘only stupid people get shot,’ and before your Grandad could start barking, Mr. Shimada there gave the fellow the most powerful look! Stopped the man dead and made him lose two shades of color in his face. Gave me the shivers, too.”

“He can be like that,” you admitted with a smile, “but he means well.”

“I get that impression,” your grandmother smiled. “He seems quite taken with you.”

“He is,” you nodded, “and I’m very lucky.”

“Not half as lucky as he is,” she said with a wink. “Although, I do wish he would open up a little. We’ve been sitting here for hours but he didn’t say much.”

“Gana-nana, opening up is absolutely not his strong suit.”

“Oh, but it’s just me! I’m a sweet old lady! Who wouldn’t feel okay opening up to me?”

“Someone who has a very complicated relationship with his own family,” you clarified.

“I see,” your Nana said, glancing at the door behind her. “He looks like the type of fella with some baggage. You just keep your priorities straight, alright? You are your first priority, and you don’t have to fix anyone.”

“I know, Nana, I know,” you chuckled. “You taught me that well when I was younger.”

“No grandbaby of mine is going to get roped into micromanaging a man like I did in my first marriage,” she said firmly.

“I’m doing my best,” you promised her.

A moment later, Hanzo and a doctor came in, prompting your Nana to smack your Grandad awake.  The doctor greeted you with a smile before launching into a summary of your progress. “Everything looks good so far. The tissue melded together quite nicely, your lung function is getting more normal, and you seem to be in good spirits.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “I’m still sore and tired, but I feel like I’m getting there. Or maybe I’m just getting used to it.”

“Either way,” the doctor said, tucking her tablet under her arm, “I can’t see any reason you can’t go home now.”

“Really,” you grandmother asked worriedly, “so soon?”

“Yes. She’s been a model patient, and we have follow-up appointments scheduled, too, so I’m confident she’ll be fine. Should you need anything though, you can always give me a ring.”

“I’m not protesting,” you said taking the woman’s card from her outstretched hand. “Get me out of here!”

Your Grandad laughed. “You’ve hated hospitals since the day you popped out. Have I ever told you that story about the day your parents took you home?”

“Yes,” you groaned, “only a thousand times. ‘The minute yer momma stepped out of the sliding doors you clammed up and just looked around. Were quiet as a peep the whole way home.’”

You caught Hanzo smiling at your reenactment and wondered if you would ever hear stories about his childhood. Genji would probably happily spill the beans for you.

“Well if that’s the case,” the doctor continued, “hopefully you’ll feel better once you get some fresh air. However, once our pain medicine wears off, you might be feeling a little wiped out, so I recommend having someone at least come to check on you every once in a while if not stay with you a few days.”

“Maybe I should stay then,” Nana said, turning to her husband.

“You have to go? So soon,” you asked, your heart sinking a little.

“Rodriquez passed away last week. His memorial is the day after tomorrow,” your Grandad explained heavily. The name was familiar since he and your grandfather had been friends for decades.

“That’s awful,” you said shaking your head, “but you should both go to the memorial. I’ll be okay. The gals and Hanzo can look after me.”

“Oh, I don’t want to bother them,” your grandmother said with a wave of her hand. “I can stay.”

“It would not be a bother at all,” Hanzo finally piped up, “I had already planned on staying with your granddaughter should she need me.”

“Yeah, don’t take away my chance to make Mr. Fancy Pants here play nursemaid,” you joked, grinning at Hanzo.

“Well,” your grandmother hesitated, “it would be nice to be there for Rodriquez’s husband if he needs me. That dear man hasn’t been without his sweetheart for over seventy years . . .”

“Yes, go take care of him,” you insisted, “I’ll be just fine.” That, and you would rather spend your lazy days watching Hanzo’s handsome form take care of you instead of watching your Grandad rearrange your kitchen ‘the right way.’

“You just make sure those lady friends of your come over too,” Grandad said warningly. “I like that feisty one, and I want to make sure someone is scrutinizing this man of yours with a critical eye.”

“Marvin if you don’t cool it I’m never making you my signature alfredo sauce again,” your Nana snapped.

“Alright, alright,” the old man said, putting his hands up in surrender.

“Don’t worry, Grandad, Nicole is already on the job, isn’t she, Hanzo,” you smirked.

“She seems quite determined to find every possible fault in me,” Hanzo admitted.

“Good,” you grandfather muttered.

“Why don’t I go get a nurse to get you ready to go,” the doctor – who had been watching the spat with an amused smile – said before ducking out.

Not long after, you were bundled up in a pair of sweats and ready to finally go home. It was late in the day now, and you couldn’t help but notice you grandmother’s yawns.

“Nana, Grandad, did you get a hotel room,” you asked.

“Yes, but we can see you off to your apartment first. We’re fine,” the old woman replied.

“Speak for yourself,” Grandad said with a stretch, “I’m beat. Let this suit-wearing galoot take her home since he’s so keen on proving himself a good guy. We can come over in the morning and make the girl breakfast before we head out.”

“She’s out grandbaby Marvin! How are you not more concerned by all this?”

“Because I know just how tough our grandgirl is,” he said patting your arm. “We helped raise a hell of a young woman, and I know she’ll be okay.”

“Thanks, Grandad,” you said leaning over to kiss the top of his head. “And thanks for being a worry wort Nana, but I’m okay. All I want to do is sleep in my own bed, so you guys go hit the hay, too.”

“Oh alright,” she relented, “but you let me know if you need anything.”

“Yes ma’am,” you nodded, taking a step to Hanzo’s side.

“I have my car waiting,” he said offering his arm to you. You held his elbow and waved to your family.

“If you would rather be with them,” Hanzo began, “I will not be offended in the least.”

“No, no,” you said firmly. “I love them to bits, I do, but when I’m hurt or sick Nana starts hovering and makes it hard to relax. Grandad starts cooking way too much and destroys the whole house in the process. No, what I need tonight is quiet and you.”

“I am happy to oblige,” he said with a thin smile, opening the car door for you.

It felt like an excruciatingly long ride home, so the moment you were in the door you couldn’t help but scream, “Thank. Fucking. God!”

“You hatred of hospitals is . . . remarkable,” Hanzo said with a chuckle, locking the door behind him.

“Most things about me are remarkable though, aren’t they,” you grinned, leaning in to kiss him. This was the first time you had been able to properly put your arms around him since the two of you reconnected, and it felt fantastic. You buried your face in his chest and breathed in deeply. He always smelled clean and fresh, but now there was a tiny hint of antiseptic smell lingering on him, too. Fucking hospitals.

Hanzo kept his arms around your waist and smiled down at you. “Remarkable seems the most perfect way to describe you,” he agreed.

“It’s nice to be with you like this again,” you said softly. “I knew I missed being next to you, but I hadn’t realized just how much I’d missed it.”

“I know precisely what you mean,” he hummed gracing his hand up and down your back. You shivered.

“How long did the docs say I had to stay away from ‘strenuous activity,’” you asked leadingly, kissing the sensitive spot under his jawbone.

“Two weeks so you may properly heal,” he replied, “and I will be counting down every hour.” His hands gravitated to your ass as he left a trail of kisses from your ear to shoulder.

“Don’t tease me,” you laughed, pulling away from him.

“Forgive me,” he said with a glint in his eye, “it is still my favorite way to pass the time.”

You turned toward your kitchen and ruffled your hair. “I don’t suppose I could convince you to grill me a cheese while I take a quick shower instead?”

“Of course I will,” he nodded, making his way to your fridge, “but be careful not to get your injuries too wet. I have had plenty of experience with the waterproof coating they put on bullet wounds these days. It is only waterproof to a degree.”

“Have you been shot before,” you asked from the bathroom doorway.

“You have seen my scars before,” he said with an air of apathy, “you know how extensive they are.”

“That’s true,” you said thinking over the first time you saw him with his clothes off, “guess I didn’t recognize any of them as a healed bullet hole.”

“I am glad you have not had much experience in that,” he said pulling a pan from a cupboard. You couldn’t help but admire his toned butt.

“Here I thought all your scars came from sexual exploits gone wrong,” you laughed.

“I must admit, a few of them are,” he shrugged.

“Oh I’ve got to hear about that,” you demanded before heading to wash the grime off of you.

By the time you were feeling clean and mostly normal again, the pain medication was wearing off, leaving your aches much more noticeable. You flopped onto the couch in your pjs and sighed, rubbing your stitches. Hanzo brought a plate to you a moment later and sat.

“Thanks, Hanzo,” you said blinking your tired eyes.

“Are you feeling worse now,” he asked, his arm resting on the back of the couch behind your head. You nodded. “What can I do?”

“Nothing,” you said simply, “I think I just need to sleep in my own bed. And the warm, cheesy goodness helps, too.”

He smiled wide. “I’m glad my sandwich preparation skills are still adequate. I do not cook as much as I used to.”

“You used to?”

“Yes, after I . . .  broke away from my family, I lived alone for a number of years on very little means, and so I had to learn to cook. You should have seen my first attempts. They were some of my most undeniable failures.” He grimaced as if he could still taste something burnt in his mouth.

“You’re so dedicated, though, I bet you did all the research and all the practice and figured out how to ace all your favorite meals,” you said worming a little closer to him.

He let out a loud laugh, “You certainly know my tendencies.”

“Will you make me something fancy someday,” you asked, taking another bite, “I’ll return the favor.”

“Anything you like,” he promised in a low tone, weaving his fingers into your hair. The sensation put you even more at ease, and your lids grew heavy.

“Hanzo?”

“Yes?”

“Will you stay here with me tonight? I know we can’t have any fun or anything but I – I’d . . . ”

“If you want me to stay I will,” he said with a small kiss to your forehead. “Anything you need, I am here.”

“Thank you,” you said placing your hand over your chest. “I just – it’s hard to feel safe and strong after what happened. I try my best to a confident woman and take care of myself, but after Lori . . . I just want someone close by. As much as I hated being stuck in that white room with an IV in my arm, at least there was a nurse call button and staff looking out for me all the time.”

“You will never be alone if you do not want to be so long as I am alive,” Hanzo sad firmly. “I could not be there when you were hurt, but I will do all I can to keep you safe from now on.”

You giggled, “You are a formidable guy. I’d be scared to fuck with someone I knew you cared about.”

“And I pity anyone who dares antagonize you once you recover. I have no doubt you will come out of this stronger than ever. It is just who you are, and one of the things I most adore about you.”

“You’re so good to me,” you smiled, kissing his arm.

“I will try to be deserving of you.”

“I know, and I will be, too. But no more trying tonight. I’m exhausted and I need some sleep. ASAP,” you groaned.

“Do you have fresh sheets for your bed,” Hanzo asked, standing.

“Yeah, in the top of the closet, but I don’t know if they really need to be changed yet.”

“Nonsense,” Hanzo said with a small frown, “few things feel better than fresh sheets. Finish eating, and I will make up your bed.”

“Thanks, my considerate man,” you beamed.

After a few moments of spacing out, you heard Hanzo call out to you.

“May I ask you for a favor,” he asked.

“Um, sure,” you hesitated.

“Remind me to but you decent sheets,” he said, a displeased lilt in his voice.

“Are you judging my bedding,” you laughed.

“Yes, my beauty, yes I am.”

“Fancy pants,” you chuckled under your breath. Despite Hanzo’s insistence that your sheets, pillowcases, and mattress all needed to be replaced, he still crawled into bed with you, letting you snuggle up as much as you wanted. With him pressed against you, the feeling of safety settled into your bones and allowed you to drift peacefully off to sleep.

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[blueshipstealstars]

omg wow

So you guys basically sent ALL of the questions from the Self Shipper Question Post khgfdkjfdg (Except 10 & 11 which is hilarious how those were the only ones)

You’ll find all the answers under the cut cause 14 questions is a lot

1. When did you start self shipping and why? & 2. How long have you been self shipping? (combined cause its the same answer LOL)

I started literally about 3 months ago? And it was like a flood gate sort of thing? I have some friends who have been doing it for a long time and I was always sort confused but curious about it. I wasn’t confident in myself to do it but I remained alright with it when it came across. I’ve followed artists who have basically been self shipping since I was a young teen.

I finally caved when talking about a friends ship in FMA and offhandedly mentioning “what we would be like in that universe” and it all trickled downward. It helped that everyone who really knows my past knows that Dolcetto is actually my first anime crush. I remember being in my friend’s pool and shyly thinking about how cool he was, haha. But yeah it hasn’t been long but I’ve clearly jumped in full force.

3. Why do you self ship now?

Honestly? I think it’s fun. I’m very big into character development and stories so it’s fun to take a base such as myself and warp it to the worlds and universes that I have always adored so much. I’ve made fan ocs in the past when I was kid so it’s not shocking haha. Also it’s just personal and enjoyable for me? Not to mention the community here is supportive and inviting??? Like it has helped me be ok with doing that and that’s really awesome???

4. Which of your self insert characters is the most developed?

Dang I wanna be confident and say they are all pretty developed LMAO. I could say the FMA one solely cause her timeline is more made out then others. But honestly a total package it MIGHT be the DGM insert? She has a backstory, weapon, goals, personality, drive, opinions, and probable futures. But I will say mostly all of my inserts are fairly solid in at least one or two areas. Frankly I spend more time on the insert that actually making ship art SOMETIMES LOL

(Weakest developed are probably Fate & HQ ones btw)

5. Are your self insert characters 100% you or are they an exaggerated version of yourself/leaning toward an OC?

Oh that’s a good question? Default I would pick the more powerful ones simply cause I’m a bean. I would most likely say the Bleach one. Maybe it’s because her hair color is just an ideal and not blonde like the others but also her history and story is the furthest from me most likely? I consider her a persona of my more sassy and rude attitudes and behaviors.

But all my inserts possess various qualities of me, be in a specific trait exaggerated, possible career choice I could take/have taken, etc. Also they all have freckles that’s the only staple I hold to and even then all the freckle patterns and areas are DIFFERENT, not something anyone could notice but me LMAO.

6. If your self inserts are closer to OCs what are some similarities they have with you? What are some differences?

Gonna bullet SOME of them this cause I know the similarities and differences of them all as I make them cause I’m crazy:

FMA

Similarities:

Organized

Very clean, likes to clean

Has to work hard a talent (art = alchemy)

Differences:

Tried to take a career track my parents thought was best for me

More willing to be open to outrageous situations

Bleach

Similarities: 

Sass BUT INTENSIFIED

Likes art/got the life goal of being a hermit who works on art

A hard worker

On time always

Differences:

Can kick my ass

Has more trouble owning up to her mistakes

Actually makes the jump to travel/make big life changes

Is more selfish

Kekkai

Similarities:

Becoming (me currently)/Becomes an art teacher

Plant parent

Very down to earth/logical

Differences:

Too aware of her human based weakness and how she can’t make a real difference in severe situations

Lives on her own

More reluctant/shy

More ok with giving power over to others

BNHA

Similarities:

Art orientated (took hold of my art BFA and got a job)

Freelancer

Loves to organize/clean

Enjoys close friends

Stubborn

Differences

Kept my asymmetrical haircut

Doesn’t like to wear t shirts as much

Can drive

DGM

Similarities:

Stubborn

Often gets the workload left to her

Protective of people close to her

Differences

Lawful Good, listens to the orders of the Order

Will throw a punch even at a friend

7. Do you have a ‘type’ when it comes to f/os?

//war flash backs to that post LMAO

really its a toss up, like Mic was a LEFT FIELD KNOCK OUT for me. A lot of times there’s a sword as a weapon it seems, as well as having a bit of that gentleman but can kill you vibe about you? Idk its ROUGH but i’m always for people tossing characters at me to see if I’m into them or not LOL

8. Your top 3 OTPs among your own selfships?

Ouch you’re gonna hurt all my other ships, my dude haha.

Atm I would say top 3 might be:

Silentsound w/ Present Mic

Liquidinstinct w/Grimmjow

Melancholyrose w/Krory

9. Your top 5 OTPs among others in the community?

GASP, I hate when you make me CHOOSE I LOVE THEM ALL GDI;;

@chchchickennugget with Hanzo right now is my jam ok

@salty-kira with Xander is REALLY NICE JUST SAYIN

@anotherselfshippingsideblog with N is always pleasant to me

@ilovemyfos with Vash is always a yes

@screechingbuutti with Greed is a must because I love their dynamic

10. Has a roleplay blog for one of your f/os every interacted with you? (I see why this wasn’t an ask)

Nope! But it would be cool to see happen!

11. Are you an artist or a writer in the community? Or do you do something else entirely? (Also this one because its CLEAR which I am)

//stares at all the art and why I’m still not done answering takeover stuff because Im so busy with work and school and sleeping

I think an artist but I also write a bit.

12. Name a few of your favorite things about self shipping.

It makes me learn to be flexible with the same base and push/expand/imagine what can be done with it

It’s soothing? And cute?? And fun???

Can’t fuck up writing for yourself now can I?

Not as stressful as other environments i’ve been in

How positive everyone is about other’s ships and SI’s in this community

13. Talk about a positive experience you’ve had with the community.

Um...

ALL OF THEM HAVE BEEN POSITIVE??? LIKE??? HOLY SHIT???

I really like talking about the series, so when people talk to me about stuff they are into/getting into it’s really cool? Like i’m still very awkward to discuss my ships with people so I enjoy casual discussions with others! @anotherselfshippingsideblog is great for that cause they come to me just on the fly to chat me up and I really enjoy that and makes me happy haha. Same with @tarushipping cause I really wish the Kekkai manga was more accessible online since I have been enjoying it ;w;

14. Finally, talk about a few of your favorite self shippers!! (Honestly, talk about as many as you would like!)

Why you do this to me I can’t talk about everyone OTL

I’ll just do 3 cause this is a LONG post LOL;;

As I mentioned before, @chchchickennugget with Hanzo (and Genji) is a fav of mine. I adore all the snippets and aus she comes up with. They’re often clever or just cool in general. Not to mention I love the ocs I have seen from her? Just top quality overall imo

Small shoutout to @hardcoreshippingmyself simply because her blog was part of how/why I made this blog so I feel that is needed to say! Also she seems super nice which is really wonderful!

@salty-kira OVERWHELMING ME WITH HOW NICE HE IS??? Like one of those blogs I watched from afar but turned out to be VERY nice and I can’t even still /// I feel bad cause when we talk I get flustered and awkward and ramble bless everyone who has to put up with me ok?

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE QUESTIONS LIKE HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOU GUYS ;W;

[classywastelandbread-blog]

Potsticker Dumplings

I’m going to start off saying that there are a billion ways to make the filling so you can really go wild. The pictures I have and the ones I will share are not for the same filling as what I will be adding but it’s a bit of a visual indicator of how much to fill. 

The recipe I’m sharing is my mom’s typical, go-to stuffing for anything she stuffs so you can use it for things like stuffed eggplant, tofu, or mushroom caps.

Won ton wrappers

Usually found in a refrigerated section, also usually in the lactose free/vegan/organic section of the grocery “aisle”.

There are multiple sizes: egg roll or won ton. Both have different wrapping/folding/cooking methods which I will (probably) discuss later in the notes section. 

Ground pork 

“base”

chosen for its fatty taste and quality, but it’s easily swapped out for a healthier grind of meat.

Oyster Sauce

(primary binder)

Water chestnuts (canned)

(texture)

Garlic

(flavor & texture)

Green onions

(flavor)

Soy sauce

(secondary binder & flavor)

Salt

Pepper

Oil (depending on how you choose to cook the dumplings)

You can technically use olive oil but I prefer canola/vegetable to decrease the amount of smoke in my damn apartment

Making the filling:

Chop water chestnuts into smaller pieces and set aside.

Dice a few cloves of garlic and set aside.

Chop green onions, usually about one bulb and set aside. 

Add the filling ingredients slowly in small increments - remember that it is easier to add ingredients than it is to remove too much. The texture should be about the same as a meatball or meatloaf. Be careful of over-mixing as that will produce a chewy, mealy texture.

Filling the wrappers:

Set up your station to decrease the amount of movement you need to do and amount of meat juices you spread. (Eew.) I have a picture of my typical setup below though it’s pretty self-explanatory: the bowl of meat mixture, a spoon, a pile of won ton wrappers (so you don’t potentially contaminate the whole thing with meat juices), a little bowl of water to seal the edges of the wrappers, and a plate or a tray for the final product. 

Place a wrapper into your open palm. You can do this on the table but I found that I have a better feeling for the product (and produce a nicer shape) when I keep it in my palm. Since I’m right-handed, I keep the wrapper in my left. 

Put a small amount into the wrapper, usually about a teaspoon at a time. You will eventually get the hang of how much is “just right” and how much is “too much”. Hint: “just right” looks ridiculously small but when you go to close it...

Dip a finger into a bowl of water and wet the edges of two corners in an L-shape. 

Fold the dry sides carefully over to meet the wet sides. As you fold, gently use your fingers to squeeze out as much air as you can. 

Depending on how much you filled and how much excess you have in the corners, you can roll the tips (just the tip...hehe) together like tortellini - just seal with another dab of water and press firmly. You can also leave it as a triangle - also an option and all a matter of personal taste. 

You can freeze for a few months or make immediately.

Actually cooking the damn things:

Pan-frying (my personal preference):

In a large pan, heat to medium heat and add ~1 Tbsp of oil. You don’t need a lot and you actually don’t want that much...you’ll see why in just a bit. 

Brown the bottom of your dumplings in a single layer. Try to keep the dumplings from touching each other as they will stick and it’s really fricken annoying to try and pull them apart.

When the bottoms of the dumplings are golden brown, add about 1/4 cup of water or enough to make a shallow layer in the pan. Quickly cover to steam the rest of the way. (Try not to go too much darker to prevent over-cooking - it’s easier to sear again but not undo what had been done...believe me, I know...)

Let steam, covered, for a few minutes. I’m not sure how to describe the appearance of a “done” dumpling, but the wrapper will be soggy and drape prettily over the filling and be almost translucent. The best way to test if they’re done is to remove one from the batch and cut it open (or eat it). 

If under cooked, add more water and let steam for a few minutes longer. 

If you use a paper towel to blot the oil (should you add too much oil), don’t let the dumplings sit there as it will adhere and be a pain in the dick to pull apart without completely destroying. Blot, roll around, but don’t let it sit. 

Frying:

Fry them. See if I care. 

I don’t like to fry because I hate using so much oil and I hate the smell of it, etc. If you fry it, make another quick check before adding to the hot oil to make sure that there aren’t any large air bubbles or breaks in the seams. 

Large air bubbles will expand and break the seal which will introduce oil to the inside and make it gross and greasy.  

Boiling:

You can boil to add to ramen or saimin (as far as I’ve encountered, it’s more or less just a variation of ramen in Hawaii). It’s a personal preference that I don’t do this as I had never much liked soggy dumplings in my saimin. 

(Don’t get me wrong, it’s quite tasty, but I don’t like it as personal preference.)

I recommend boiling in broth or stock rather than just water. Make it flavorful - my general rule about boiling things as the things that are boiled take on the flavor of what it’s being cooked in. 

Pictures:

(The won ton wrappers I typically find in my area...outside of going to Asian Food Market of course. Please forgive the ziplock bag, I didn’t want them to dry out.)

(I usually see whole water chestnuts in little “half-cans” and even then I use only about half of these cans because you don’t really need too much. Even a small amount of pork can make a rather large amount of dumplings because of how little you actually end up putting into the wrappers.)

(My setup: meat mixture, a spoon to scoop and roll it without getting it all over my fingers, a small stack of won ton wrappers, and water to seal it all in the measuring cup - you don’t need much. The recipe in the picture is an experimental one where I added caramelized onions into the dumpling which is why that’s there.)

(Looks can be deceiving. This looks like it’s a good amount but in reality this is waay too much and I wasn’t able to close the wrapper and make a good seal. Less is really more and you start to figure out just how much you can add the more you make.)

Notes:

I’m really sorry I can’t give you a better idea of how much ingredients to get. I am...really bad because aside from the list of ingredients, I don’t really use recipes. When I memorize and “fix” them, I don’t remember exactly how much aside from remembering how they looked or smelled or taste when they’re mixed correctly.

In the time I’ve made this for my friends, I’ve encountered a few people that are strangely opposed to water chestnuts. These of course can be subbed out - their primary purpose is to provide an extra bite of texture. 

They’re my mom’s “secret” to making things like meatloaf and meatballs much more fun. For the most part they’re more or less tasteless but have kind of the texture of a firm apple or pear that stands up well to cooking and doesn’t get mushy. When you bite into it, you get a little bit of a surprise crunch which makes the meatball (or meat ball/wad of meat) more interesting. :D

I highly recommend getting your ingredients lined up in front of you before mixing because you don’t want to over-mix the meat or it will end up mealy and gross.

As I mentioned before, you certainly can make these on a flat surface but they form odd shapes which cook and fit together strangely. Cupping them in your palm allows them to sit up on their “butt” the way you typically see of potstickers. :D

It is very important to squeeze out as much air as you can before you seal it. Heated air expands which will ruin your seal and introduce oil and water into your filling, making it greasy and affecting the way it cooks. If you boil it, then it introduces water which can wash out your filling. 

Sometimes you see cool pleats done with potstickers. I don’t do them because I’m an idiot but also because of the type of wrapper I use. A lot of those with the cool peats are better done with a round wrapper instead of the square ones I have pictured here. 

The concept is similar and actually the pleats can help a lot with squeezing out air. I’m not good at them, but I know the concept:

Starting with one side of wrapper, seal flat, about a finger’s width. Pinch another finger’s width closed into a pleat that slightly overlaps. 

My preferred way of cooking is the pan frying/steaming method. Be careful about how much oil you initially add. It’s there just to keep from sticking but you don’t even really need it to cover the entire pan. 

In addition, too much oil makes things greasy and then when you have to add water, it causes quite a reaction and you’ll end up with burned arms/whatever else is exposed. (You’d think that I’d learn to to wear a damn shirt while I cook but I guess that’s what I have in common with Hanzo?)

As I said, you can boil or fry...it’s all a matter of personal preference. :)

Boiling: I’d recommend using a dashi-style broth, strongly flavored broths or stocks, or something of the like to make sure that it doesn’t come out bland. If you’re going to add it to ramen, I recommend boiling in the broth before adding the noodles. 

Feelings and shit

The recipe I have here is based on what my mom makes. She doesn’t do dumplings (she likes to say that I have gentler hands than her and I don’t know how to feel about that???) but she uses this filling recipe for a lot of things...stuffed eggplant...stuffed tofu...meatballs...dumplings if I’m home to help her...

So this recipe is a little...I don’t know, I guess it’s comforting. She wasn’t the best cook when I was younger (sad but true) but she got a lot better when I was in middle school because I did a lot of sports and my nana (who cooked when I was growing up) was getting older. This was one of her go-to’s because it made a lot and was healthy(ish) for the bottomless pit of a child she had >P

I should add that my Nana has her own recipe for meatloaf so this definitely wasn’t a replacement for that, but this is a good recipe for “stuffing meat” (forcemeat?) and meatballs. My mom also had a separate recipe for her “famous” teriyaki meatballs so this wasn’t always used for that, but we had this every once in a while. 

Use as you will, you absolutely don’t need to tell me about it, but I’d love to hear your thoughts! 

Questions? Ask me!

My mom and I recently talked about me sharing these recipes. She’s thrilled because in her mind, recipes should always be shared. The only time she or I would rather make it for someone than share the recipe is because we’re not sure we could explain the feeling of a properly kneaded dough or the look and smell of a properly mixed something-or-other or if we were concerned about the abilities (and safety) of someone that was struggling. She and I don’t have secrets for these things that can’t be shared and I’m trying to take pictures as I cook and try to find the words to explain the things she and I were taught to feel as we were taught how to cook. 

Let me know if I’m not able to explain things well enough! Let me know if you have questions! I love cooking so I’d love to help if you’re having issues! It’s hard because I’m not there to help you or show you, or walk you thought a smell or sensation, but I want to try. :D

[brilliantdestiny-blog]

★ FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

TAGGED BY: @suzumesoul

TAGGING: @lovexgame for Judas, @thecoolminister @justanotherbakerdad (this is a side blog to oddsquad btw :p)

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

“Depends on who’s asking, are you a fed? I don’t give out my name to just anyone. ..... Ugh it’s Aiko. Probably not even my birth name anyway.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

“Ask my REAL parents you inconsiderate fuck.”

“It’s still Aiko, Damn”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT?

“Because my parents are gay and they love me. It’s japanese for ‘loved child’ which is ironic since they found me in a dumpster when I was a baby.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

“I’m 13 relationships are pointless, I mean that on top of all these teenage hormones and middle school? No thanks.”

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES?

“Triple the Dad jokes because I have triple the dad power.”

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?

“Dark brown, are you blind?”

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR?

Aiko looks at the camera like they’re on the Office. Their DYED hair pushed behind their right ear

“No” the answer is clearly sarcastic.

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

“No I materialized out of a garbage can and was found by a garbage man.”

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

“Not right not but I want a dog or even a fox. A fox would be neat.

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

“The absolute disregard for my gender identity I face every day in school. Some kid asking me if I’m a boy or a girl. Kids assuming I’m a girl and thinking it’s okay to touch me, or assuming I’m a guy and thinking it’s okay to touch me. Kids thinking it’s okay to touch me. Guys being dicks and adults being like “oh he just likes you Aiko!” Or “Boys will be boys!” Especially if I end up finally punching them. The idea that I’m expected to roll over and be used as a door mat instead of defend myself. You know. Those things. Ignorance isn’t as blissful and people try to make it sound”

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?

“I enjoy yoga, star gazing, painting, and touching foreheads with my friends/Family.”

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

“Sure, unfortunately. This kid was harassing me so I punched him. Accidentally broke his nose, got susupended for a few days. I felt bad about breaking his nose but he didn’t bother me anymore after that. No one else was doing anything to stop the behavior so I took matters into my own hands.”

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE?

“No. And I hope I never have to.”

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

“Is like to think I’d be a fox! Maybe a marble fox or a red fox. Foxes are neat”

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS.

“I bite my fingernails, grind my teeth, and clench my jaw when I’m feeling anxious or overwhelmed. I have a hard time accepting compliments about my appearance and tend to disregard them forgetting that doing so makes the other person feel bad...”

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE?

“Zenyatta, Shadow, Genji. Of course I love Hanzo and Jack and look up to them in some ways too... I just don’t like they way they handle some things and would rather follow in their footsteps in those aspects.”

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?

Aiko shrugs.

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

“I’m in the 8th grade so... Yes. Thanks I hate it. “

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY?

“Uh.... no. Maybe get married but... no thanks on the kids. “

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS?

“I don’t know? I’m not exactly famous.”

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

“Being alone... lost, unloved, unwanted. Not being enough. It scares me.

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

“A T-shirt with an overshirt, a pair of jeans and converse. I also wear an assortment of beanies and glasses.”

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

“Of course. I’m sure everyone has at least one person they love. My friends and my family are very dear to me”

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU?

“ High class bitch” they’re joking.

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

“Enough”

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?

“Cake is better”

27. FAVORITE DRINK?

“green tea. Papa makes it the best”

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?

“Wherever my family is”

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE?

Aiko shrugs again

31. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?

“The lake. I don’t like staring into the abyss that is the ocean. “

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’?

“Keyboard. Just kidding I dunno. Good?”

34. CAMPING, OR INDOORS?

“Camping, I like to be under the stars!”

35. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER?

“Are we finally done? Sweet I’m going to go get something to eat now. Peace!”

[lorewarlorddoctorsix]

The Ultimate Overwatch Questionnaire

1. Who is your defense main?

I started playing Junkrat because I got him in Mystery Heroes and thought he was kinda fun. Now he’s an auto-pick on Temple of Anubis and most Control maps.

2. Who is your support main?

I played Lucio more when I was new to the game, but he couldn’t keep up with the healing demands of the team (plus I sucked at wallriding). Mercy is my go-to girl for support.

3. Who is your offense main?

McCree is the reason I got this game.

4. Who is your tank main?

I don’t play tanks often - they just don’t suit my style of play. When I’m forced to pick a tank, I’ll pick Roadhog or D.Va.

5. Who is you MAIN main?

McCree is an auto-pick on most maps, and if someone else picks him before me you'd better be a damn good McCree or I’m judging the hell out of you.

6. Which character have you played the least?

There’s still 6 heroes I haven’t even touched in Quick Play (’Under a Minute’ means I accidentally picked Hanzo when switching characters). I’ve tried them out in Vs. AI, but they didn’t really appeal to me or fit with the group dynamic.

7. Which character do you want to learn how to play?

I want to be a better Sombra. I’ve been playing her a bit recently, and I think I’m getting used to her. I just need to remember to put down my translocator.

8. Which character do you dislike the most?

Mei.

9. Which character’s background story do you like the most?

I like Genji’s story. I want to learn more about his transformation from carefree playboy to ruthless cyborg ninja to being at peace with himself. He goes through quite a journey.

10. Which character’s background story do you like the least?

Hanzo’s. Not because it’s boring or terrible, but just because it’s built around what he did to Genji. I’m sure there’s more to Hanzo than ‘brother killer’.

11. Which map is your favorite?

Dorado (and payload maps in general) have so many sneaky routes and high vantage points that are great for Flanky McCree.

12. Which map is your least favorite?

Oasis Not enough open spaces or clear sightlines. Terrible for Deadeye.

13. What Arcade game type is your favorite?

I used to hate Capture the Flag, but it’s growing on me.

14. What Arcade game type is your least favorite?

Total Mayhem. It is an excercise in frustration.

15. Do you prefer quick play, competitive, arcade mode, or custom games?

I mostly play Quick Play, until we get salty and need to de-stress by killing bots.

16. Which map type is your favorite? Assault, escort, assault & escort, control, or arena?

Escort and Assault & Escort. Those tend to have the best spots for Deadeye, and are the ones I get Play of the Game on most often.

17. Which map type is your least favorite? Assault, escort, assault & escort, control, or arena?

Arena, because I hate 1v1s/3v3s.

18. Which event map was your favorite?

Aldersbrunn Castle (from the Junkenstein’s Revenge event) was pretty cool.

19. Which event map reskin was your favorite?

Winter Hanamura was pretty.

20. Which event was your favorite?

Uprising. I love lore-based events and PvE matches. I hope we get more of both.

21. Which event legendary skin was your favorite?

A Blackwatch skin for McCree was something I’ve wanted since the beginning.

22. Which event was your least favorite?

The Anniversary was pretty disappointing.

23. Which event legendary skin was your least favorite?

What the hell Blizzard. What even is this.

24. Which event non-legendary skin was your favorite?

I’m a sucker for blue glowy stuff.

25. Which event non-legendary skin was your least favorite?

I appreciate the concept, but they should have made it a recolour of his Riverboat/Gambler skin, not his classic skin.

26. Which event item do you most regret not getting?

If I don’t get another chance to get it this Hallowe’en, I will be very disappointed.

27. Did you beat the Uprising event on Normal, Hard, Expert, and Legendary?

Only on Normal and Hard. I think I tried it on Expert and died on the first objective.

28. Do you have Sombra’s “Power Outage” achievement trophy?

Got it a couple days ago by jumping into the enemy team and using my EMP (and immediately getting slaughtered because I was alone).

29. Do you have Widowmaker’s “Smooth as Silk” achievement trophy?

No. It’s one of the ones that sounds hard, but I’ll probably get it by accident once I start playing Widowmaker.

30. Do you have Lucio’s “The Floor is Lava” achievement trophy?

Nope, although now that I know how to do it, I might try for it.

31. Do you have Zenyatta’s “Rapid Discord” achievement trophy?

Nope. I got 3 Discord kills in 6 seconds and thought I had it, but then I found out you need 4.

32. What was the first achievement trophy you got?

Probably one of the easiet ones to get. I got it my first day of playing.

33. Did you get the “Not A Scratch,” achievement trophy on Junkenstein’s Revenge?

I didn’t get to play Junkenstein’s Revenge as much as I would have liked, since I only got the game in the last few days of the event, so no.

34. What has been the hardest achievement trophy to get for you?

I’ve been trying to get Zenyatta’s “Rapid Discord”, Sombra’s “Hack the Planet” and Reaper’s “Waste Not, Want Not” but so far no luck.

35. What’s your current SR score in Competitive Mode?

I haven’t placed yet for Season 5, so have my Season 4 Final SR instead.

36. What the highest you’ve been in Competitive?

My season final was also my career high.

37. What’s the most amount of placement matches you’ve won?

I haven’t finished them yet, but this season is looking really good for me.

38. How many gold guns do you have?

0

39. Which was the first gold gun you got?

40. Whose gold gun do you currently want?

The only one I want is McCree’s. Once I get it, I won’t care about playing competitive anymore.

41. What role do you usually play in Competitive?

Flanker or Healer.

42. If you don’t play Competitive, why not?

I don’t play a whole lot of competitive - I just don’t like the added stress. I only play to get competitive points so I can get McCree’s golden gun.

43. What kind of theme event would you like to see in the future?

More lore-based events. My ideal event would revolve around the Deadlock Gang getting busted by Overwatch and McCree getting recruited.

44. What type of character would you like to see in the future?

Can’t they fix the characters they have before adding new ones?

45. Who needs more (or better) skins in the future?

McCree. and Sombra.

46. What country would you like a new character to come from?

A human hero from Africa.

47. Favorite voice line?

McCree’s “You seem familiar, ain’t I killed you before?”

48. Favorite player icon?

The only one I like more than Badge.

49. Favorite emote?

Dud? always makes me giggle.

50. Favorite spray?

Every time I put it up, people rush to put their spray in the middle.

51.Favorite victory pose?

One of the many things from the Summer Games event I wish I had.

52. Favorite highlight intro?

Too bad I’ll probably never get to see it (with my name) after a match.

53. Characters you ship the most?

None.

54. Characters you ship the least?

All of them.

55. Characters you wish had more in-game interactions?

McCree and anyone he doesn’t have an interaction with (Bastion, Lucio, Mei, Mercy, Orisa, Reinhardt, Symmetra, Torbjorn, Tracer, Widowmaker, Winston, Zarya, Zenyatta).

56. Character you wish had a comic about?

Mercy or Hanzo.

57. Favorite comic released?

Uprising.

58. Favorite short released?

Infiltration.

59. Favorite new character released?

Sombra.

60. Overwatch, Blackwatch, or Talon?

Blackwatch.

61. Pro-Omnic or anti-Omnic?

Pro.

62. Favorite character that isn’t a playable one? (Ex: Emily, Brigitte, Gerard, Efi, etc.)

I want to know more abour Brigitte.

63. Character change (nerf, boost, work around) that you liked the most?

Removing the self-damage from Junkrat’s bombs.

64. Character change (nerf, boost, work around) you liked the least?

Making Symmetra’s beam longer.

65. Best ultimate?

You know what time it is.

66. Worst ultimate?

Sure wallhacks are cool and all, but it doesn’t really do anything.

67. Most kills in game?

Junkrat, during a competitive match on Volskaya in Season 4.

68. Most heals in game?

Mercy, during a competitive match in Season 4.

69. What character do you think needs a nerf?

Symmetra. She does way too much damage for a support.

70. What character do you think needs a buff?

McCree needs his damage at range buffed.

71. Have you ever rage quit in the middle of a game?

Once. Our Mei kept walling us into spawn. I wasn’t going to put up with that shit.

72. What’s the fastest you’ve won a game?

The enemy team left during setup and was never replaced. I didn’t think the game would let us play without an enemy team, but it did.

73. What’s the fastest you’ve lost a game?

I’ve been steamrolled plenty of times on Assault maps. Those usually end in less than 2 minutes.

74. Your best Overwatch-related story?

The time I F/FtH on an enemy McCree using his ult and he got so mad he ragequit, only to come back a few seconds later as D.Va and try to push me off the map.

75. Weirdest thing that happened to you on Overwatch?

See answer #72.

76. Platform you play on?

PS4.

77. Do you stream?

Occassionally (Doctor_Six on Twitch), but nobody ever watches.

78. Do you normally play solo or with friends?

Mostly with friends.

79. Have you made any friends because of Overwatch?

Like 90% of my PSN friends are people I met playing Overwatch.

80. Have you cosplayed a character from Overwatch?

I’m reworking it for this year, but I cosplayed McCree last year.

81. Have you ever wrote fan fiction about Overwatch?

Aside from short heacanons, no.

82. What’s the lowest you’ve been in Competitive?

Behold my Season 3 placement rank.

83. In “Charge!” do you play Reinhardt or do you pick the Lucio role?

I try to get Lucio, but I’m always forgetting to heal.

84. In “One Shot, One Kill,” do you play Ana, Hanzo, or Widowmaker?

Ana. I’m not a very good sniper.

85. In “This is Ilios,” do you pick Lucio or Roadhog?

Lucio.

86. Team Genji or Team Hanzo?

I like Genji way more than Hanzo.

87. Be honest! Do you usually get on the payload?

Nope. My career average objective time is 00:16.

88. Does your team?

Someone has to.

89. What’s the longest session of Overwatch you’ve played?

Pretty sure I’ve had a 12-hour session a few times. Usually it’s 4-5 hours per day.

90. No Limits, Mystery Heroes, or Total Mayhem?

No Limits. It’s the easiest way to earn arcade loot boxes.

91. Most cosmetics you have for one character?

McCree is understandable, but Bastion? I’m as surprised as you are.

92. Least cosmetics you have for one character?

Makes sense, since she only came out recently.

93. Have you ever made your own custom game?

A few times, but mostly I keep them private so only friends can join.

94. Best D.Va skin?

Was worth playing Heroes of the Storm for.

95. Best Mercy skin?

If I was going to choose a Mercy skin to cosplay . . .

96. Best Tracer skin?

For a recolour, Rose is a really nice skin.

97. Zarya’s Industrial and Cybergoth skins: yes, no, or HELL NO?

Eh, I’m pretty neutral about them.

98. Do you want more animal characters, robot characters, or human characters?

An omnic for the offense category would be nice. But please, no more talking animals. Winston has his own thing, let’s let him be.

99. Is there are character you’d get rid of completely?

Symmetra. She really doesn’t add much to the game, and she’s the only Support that can’t heal.

100. What do you think Sombra’s real name is?

I dunno, Abigail?

[dskid]

memeghan answer me every single question from the overwatch thing

YES it’s all under the cut!

1. Who is your defense main?

junkrat! my sweet baby boy

2. Who is your support main?

lucio

3. Who is your offense main?

reaper

4. Who is your tank main?

d.va

5. Who is you MAIN main?

junkrat RIP

6. Which character have you played the least?

mei or ana,,, i never play them if i can help it tbh

7. Which character do you want to learn how to play?

MCCREE, genji, hanzo, widow, tracer

8. Which character do you dislike the most?

HANZO I HATE HANZO SM as a character… but hes fun to play and im >:- (

9. Which character’s background story do you like the most?

genji, reaper, or mccree definitely!!

10. Which character’s background story do you like the least?

idk really, just the bland ones :’- )

11. Which map is your favorite?

i love hanamura and it’s not just because genji….. i just. really love hanamura

12. Which map is your least favorite?

lijiang tower >:- ( it sucks and i hate it

13. What Arcade game type is your favorite?

mystery heroes or honestly 3v3′s !!

14. What Arcade game type is your least favorite?

total mayhem is Terrible tbh

15. Do you prefer quick play, competitive, arcade mode, or custom games?

i love quick play the most! it’s fun and u can dick around without consequence (though i prefer winning to. Not winning)

16. Which map type is your favorite? Assault, escort, assault & escort, control, or arena?

assault or control maps are my favs !! escort is fine but control? good shit dude

17. Which map type is your least favorite? Assault, escort, assault & escort, control, or arena?

assault and escort are :- / but u know

18. Which event map was your favorite?

idk if it counts as an event map since it’s still here but i love all the new elimination maps!

19. Which event map reskin was your favorite?

winter wonderland!

20. Which event was your favorite?

i didnt get to play it but junkenstein’s revenge? or the uprising event bc BLACKWATCH REYES’S VOICE I NUT

21. Which event legendary skin was your favorite?

i nut for all of the blackwatch skins

22. Which event was your least favorite?

cant say!

23. Which event legendary skin was your least favorite?

ROADHOG’S YEAR OF THE ROOSTER SKIN SUCKS and it scares me

24. Which event non-legendary skin was your favorite?

genji’s sparrow skin makes me NUT

25. Which event non-legendary skin was your least favorite?

all of the piss yellow skins

26. Which event item do you most regret not getting?

genji’s and mccree’s dance emotes :’- ( i want them so bad

27. Did you beat the Uprising event on Normal, Hard, Expert, and Legendary?

couldnt play it aaaahahaha

28. Do you have Sombra’s “Power Outage” achievement?

NOPE

29. Do you have Widowmaker’s “Smooth as Silk” achievement?

nope

30. Do you have Lucio’s “The Floor is Lava” achievement?

nope :’- )

31. Do you have Zenyatta’s “Rapid Discord” achievement?

n o pe,

32. What was the first achievement you got?

i think it was the one u get for getting a quad kill with junkrat’s rip tyre

33. Did you get the “Not A Scratch,” achievement on Junkenstein’s Revenge?

NO

34. What has been the hardest achievement to get for you?

any of the ones for the pixel sprays bc the pixel sprays make me nut

35. What’s your current SR score in Competitive Mode?

i dont play comp

36. What the highest you’ve been in Competitive?

^

37. What’s the most amount of placement matches you’ve won?

^

38. How many gold guns do you have?

0 aha but i want junkrat’s so people know im annoying

39. Which was the first gold gun you got?

NONE

40. Whose gold gun do you currently want?

junkrat’s!

41. What role do you usually play in Competitive?

JDAFSDLK

42. If you don’t play Competitive, why not?

too intense? and im honestly not that good at ovw so my team would carry me the whole time and it would be :- (

43. What kind of theme event would you like to see in the future?

i just want to play junkenstein’s revenge dude

44. What type of character would you like to see in the future?

A NEW HEALER

45. Who needs more (or better) skins in the future?

REAPER and basically all my faves except genji cause hes good

46. What country would you like a new character to come from?

i dont really care,,,,,,

47. Favorite voice line?

“hear me baby?” - torbjorn

48. Favorite player icon?

GOLDEN PACHIMARI but i have goldrat rn

49. Favorite emote?

all of the dance emotes but roadhog’s and junkrat’s are my faves cause they HIGH FIVE

50. Favorite spray?

THE ONE WHERE THE KID? IS PUNCHING? AND HE LOOKS RLY UNCOMFORTABLE

51.Favorite victory pose?

uhh idk! i love basically all of them tbh but reaper’s shrug probably? i love reaper

52. Favorite highlight intro?

D.VA’S SELFIE INTRO

53. Characters you ship the most?

mcgenji and roadrat 8- )

54. Characters you ship the least?

aside from bad ships™, meihem and mercyhog are both Rly Bad in my opinion, along with gency and mercykill (both very bad)

55. Characters you wish had more in-game interactions?

FUCKign…. mccree and genji…… and if reaper and doomfist dont have a lot of interactions those two also

56. Character you wish had a comic about?

i want hanzo and genji to have their own individual comics or one together about their childhood

57. Favorite comic released?

the junkers going legit comic

58. Favorite short released?

DRAGONS cause im a ho for genji

59. Favorite new character released?

doomfist

60. Overwatch, Blackwatch, or Talon?

BLACKWATCH I LOVE MY BOYS

61. Pro-Omnic or anti-Omnic?

pro-omnic but only for zenyatta…… im love him

62. Favorite character that isn’t a playable one? (Ex: Emily, Brigitte, Gerard, Efi, etc.)

gerard or efi probably? theyre both v good

63. Character change (nerf, boost, work around) that you liked the most?

roadhog going faster and having more bullets

64. Character change (nerf, boost, work around) you liked the least?

i cant fuckign hook anyone anymore

65. Best ultimate?

i love d.va’s nerf this but i can never position it right,,,, and i love rip tyre

66. Worst ultimate?

widow’s is the most useless tbh

67. Most kills in game?

never enough :’- ) 41 tho

68. Most heals in game?

10,520

69. What character do you think needs a nerf?

SYMMETRA i hate playing against her >:- ( her beam takes no skill to use and also winston’s beam needs to heck off

70. What character do you think needs a buff?

reinhardt… give the man a range…..

71. Have you ever rage quit in the middle of a game?

nope i only leave games early if i have to do something else irl or if my internet goes out

72. What’s the fastest you’ve won a game?

like……… 1:10

73. What’s the fastest you’ve lost a game?

i forget it probably wasnt too far off from 1:00 - 1:20 tho

74. Your best Overwatch-related story?

UMM idk ! all the skirmishes where the enemy team dances with me and stuff r lit and when people have the low grav parties with me on horizon lunar colony it’s also lit

75. Weirdest thing that happened to you on Overwatch?

nothing weird really happens to me in ovw tbh…

76. Platform you play on?

PC!

77. Do you stream?

nope

78. Do you normally play solo or with friends?

i try to play with friends more than i do solo but i will solo sometimes

79. Have you made any friends because of Overwatch?

MADDY!! and u and kelly and rose!

80. Have you cosplayed a character from Overwatch?

no but i really want to cosplay young  / sparrow genji really fuckgin bad

81. Have you ever wrote fan fiction about Overwatch?

im in… the process……

82. What’s the lowest you’ve been in Competitive?

i dont play comp

83. In “All Brawls,” if you get “Charge!” do you play Reinhardt or do you pick the Lucio role?

i missed these

84. In “All Brawls,” if you get “One Shot, One Kill,” do you play Ana, Hanzo, or Widowmaker?

i missed these

85. In “All Brawls,” if you get “This is Ilios,” do you pick Lucio or Roadhog?

i missed these

86. Team Genji or Team Hanzo?

GENJI HANZO DESERVES NOTHING AND HE SUCKS

87. Be honest! Do you usually get on the payload?

yes! im always the one calling for people to get on it tbh

88. Does your team?

not usually :’- )

89. What’s the longest session of Overwatch you’ve played?

when i first got it…… ive played it for a solid 6 hours in a row with no breaks bc i suck

90. No Limits, Mystery Heroes, or Total Mayhem?

mystery heroes definitely

91.Most cosmetics you have for one character?

i think i have the most for mercy but i cant remember?

92. Least cosmetics you have for one character?

symmetra

93. Have you ever made your own custom game?

only to practice playing genji

94. Best D.Va skin?

CRUISER, junebug, or carbon fiber

95. Best Mercy skin?

the witch one

96. Best Tracer skin?

roses

97. Zarya’s Industrial and Cybergoth skins: yes, no, or HELL NO?

eeh

98. Do you want more animal character, robot characters, or human characters?

human characters (theyre easier to draw and im a Weenie when it comes to drawing mechs / robots)

99. Is there are character you’d get rid of completely?

hanzo bc i hate him or sym bc i cant play against her no matter how hard i try

100. What do you think Sombra’s real name is?

something really pretty………. idk what exactly………….. but something just Real Good

[raknograel]

The Ultimate Overwatch Questionnaire!

1. Who is your defense main?

Bastion.

2. Who is your support main?

Symmetra / Zenyatta

3. Who is your offense main?

Pharah.

4. Who is your tank main?

D.Va.

5. Who is you MAIN main?

SYMMETRA.

6. Which character have you played the least?

Winston.

7. Which character do you want to learn how to play?

I would like to learn how to play Reinhardt, tbh.

8. Which character do you dislike the most?

Well, there is no character i “dislike” but if i would have to say the one i like the least... Widowmaker.

9. Which character’s background story do you like the most?

Orisa. So long, so dedicated, so full of meaning.

Ok, now seriously. Shimada Bros. “Dragons” was so beautiful.

10. Which character’s background story do you like the least?

As i said, Orisa should deserve a more developed backstory.

11. Which map is your favorite?

Eichenwalde.

12. Which map is your least favorite?

Liijang Tower.

13. What Arcade game type is your favorite?

3 vs 3.

14. What Arcade game type is your least favorite?

No limits.

15. Do you prefer quick play, competitive, arcade mode, or custom games?

Depends on the mood, tbh.

16. Which map type is your favorite? Assault, escort, assault & escort, control, or arena?

Assault. LET THE TURRETS BEGIN THE PAIN.

17. Which map type is your least favorite? Assault, escort, assault & escort, control, or arena?

Escort. Is sometimes so... Hey, I’m here, is anybody coming or... Well, nevermind, now I’m dead.

18. Which event map was your favorite?

Null sector assault! Honestly, i would like more “campaign” maps like these.

It’s free to dream, right?

19. Which event map reskin was your favorite?

King’s Row on Christmas.

20. Which event was your favorite?

LOOK AT ALL THOSE ROBOTS DYING HELPLESSLLY.

Uprising ofc.

21. Which event legendary skin was your favorite?

Aniversary Symmetra.

22. Which event was your least favorite?

Least favorite? Well, i would say Christmas. A bit underwhelming comparing to others tbh.

23. Which event legendary skin was your least favorite?

Aniversary D.Va. I don’t really like the “retro” style, but i can’t say I dislike it either.

24. Which event non-legendary skin was your favorite?

Uprising Reinhardt. Hell, why not.

25. Which event non-legendary skin was your least favorite?

Scrooge McCree, for saying something.

26. Which event item do you most regret not getting?

Halloween Reinhadt.

27. Did you beat the Uprising event on Normal, Hard, Expert, and Legendary?

Hard, and hell it was difficult with teams so discoordinated.

28. Do you have Sombra’s “Power Outage” achievement?

Seems nope. Maybe I should do something about it.

29. Do you have Widowmaker’s “Smooth as Silk” achievement?

I dont like play snipers so... probably i wont go for it.

And no, i didn’t got it.

30. Do you have Lucio’s “The Floor is Lava” achievement?

Nope.

31. Do you have Zenyatta’s “Rapid Discord” achievement?

My team is not that fast.

32. What was the first achievement you got?

JUSTICE RAINS FROM ABOVE

33. Did you get the “Not A Scratch,” achievement on Junkenstein’s Revenge?

Couldn’t play that one, so no.

34. What has been the hardest achievement to get for you?

Honestly, i dunno. Im more of “Oh, an achievement popped!”

35. What’s your current SR score in Competitive Mode?

1967 more or less.

36. What the highest you’ve been in Competitive?

Gold, this season! =D

37. What’s the most amount of placement matches you’ve won?

Eight.

38. How many gold guns do you have?

None... for now.

39. Which was the first gold gun you got?

Probably this year. Someday. I hope.

40. Whose gold gun do you currently want?

Symmetra or Zenyatta... I can’t really choose right now.

41. What role do you usually play in Competitive?

Offensive Healer / Offensive Microwave.

42. If you don’t play Competitive, why not?

I do.

43. What kind of theme event would you like to see in the future?

My friend suggested a Pride Day Event and HELL YEAH.

44. What type of character would you like to see in the future?

DRAGON.

Not a noodle dragon.

A fucking dragon with claws and wings and all.

Dream big, bro.

45. Who needs more (or better) skins in the future?

Hanzo.

46. What country would you like a new character to come from?

Some Mediterranean country, or Arabia.

47. Favorite voice line?

“You were not meant for greatness“

48. Favorite player icon?

Blackwatch.

49. Favorite emote?

Zenyatta dance.

50. Favorite spray?

CAR WASH.

51.Favorite victory pose?

Symmetra light reading.

52. Favorite highlight intro?

“Selfie” from D.Va.

53. Characters you ship the most?

McHanzo / Reaper76 / Rein x Thorbjorn (??????)

54. Characters you ship the least?

Mmm. I would say Mercy and Widowmaker. A lot people will hate me for that but... Welp.

55. Characters you wish had more in-game interactions?

Symmetra and Hanzo. Sometimes i feel they have so much in common.

56. Character you wish had a comic about?

Zenyatta and Genji, probably.

57. Favorite comic released?

“I’m not the one with the statue…” <-- THIS

58. Favorite short released?

DRAGONS.

59. Favorite new character released?

SOrisa.

60. Overwatch, Blackwatch, or Talon?

Blackwatch.

61. Pro-Omnic or anti-Omnic?

Anti - Anti - Omnic.

62. Favorite character that isn’t a playable one? (Ex: Emily, Brigitte, Gerard, Efi, etc.)

Brigitte.

63. Character change (nerf, boost, work around) that you liked the most?

Sombra’s boost.

64. Character change (nerf, boost, work around) you liked the least?

D.Va’s damage nerf.

65. Best ultimate?

Nerf this!!!

66. Worst ultimate?

Widowmaker. “Oh hey, i can see you, but usually i wont be able to hit you anyway, so to the hell with it”

67. Most kills in game?

39, symmetra probably.

68. Most heals in game?

Around 10.340, Zenyatta heals slowly.

69. What character do you think needs a nerf?

Mmm, i dont feel any character needs a nerf honestly.

70. What character do you think needs a buff?

Orisa feels a bit underwhelming, but maybe its just my opinion.

71. Have you ever rage quit in the middle of a game?

No. Just nope.

72. What’s the fastest you’ve won a game?

Around 3 min, Temple of Anubis.

73. What’s the fastest you’ve lost a game?

Illios, 5 min.

74. Your best Overwatch-related story?

Today, a Zenyatta was doubtful i picked Symmetra on attack on comp, and a bit later he was helping me a lot and praising me and i usually dont get that love playing symmetra and its beautiful.

75. Weirdest thing that happened to you on Overwatch?

One player screeching like a pterodactyl on the voice chat.

76. Platform you play on?

PC.

77. Do you stream?

Nope, maybe in a future.

78. Do you normally play solo or with friends?

With my friend. Best duo ever (?)

79. Have you made any friends because of Overwatch?

I can’t say i’ve made “friends” but i met a couple of good ppl =D.

80. Have you cosplayed a character from Overwatch?

I would like to, maybe Junkrat. But not yet.

81. Have you ever wrote fan fiction about Overwatch?

Yup.

82. What’s the lowest you’ve been in Competitive?

1200 or so.

83. In “All Brawls,” if you get “Charge!” do you play Reinhardt or do you pick the Lucio role?

SHIELDS RAIN FROM ABOVE.

84. In “All Brawls,” if you get “One Shot, One Kill,” do you play Ana, Hanzo, or Widowmaker?

Widow. From the snipers, its the only one i dont feel a complete useless.

85. In “All Brawls,” if you get “This is Ilios,” do you pick Lucio or Roadhog?

Roadhog.

86. Team Genji or Team Hanzo?

Genji. At least i’m able to hit something.

87. Be honest! Do you usually get on the payload?

I usually get on the payload ALONE.

And then i die.

In an horrible way.

88. Does your team?

Only my friend, usually. I feel happiness when i see more than that.

89. What’s the longest session of Overwatch you’ve played?

6 hours or so i thing.

90. No Limits, Mystery Heroes, or Total Mayhem?

No Limits.

91.Most cosmetics you have for one character?

Symmetra, with 43

92. Least cosmetics you have for one character?

Orisa with 18. its fairly new so its normal.

93. Have you ever made your own custom game?

1 vs 1 kill mayhem with a friend.

...

Never again did.

94. Best D.Va skin?

I LIKE BEES. 

95. Best Mercy skin?

Witch.

96. Best Tracer skin?

Peony.

97. Zarya’s Industrial and Cybergoth skins: yes, no, or HELL NO?

Hell yes.

98. Do you want more animal character, robot characters, or human characters?

Dragons count as animals?

99. Is there are character you’d get rid of completely?

Not characters, but i would get rid of flamers and leavers and such ppl

100. What do you think Sombra’s real name is?

Luz. Spanish of “light”. She is hiding from his past self so i find that logical.

[empress-otome]

OCxCanon Week// Day 1: First Time

(Cinder’s backstory and base info are found here)

Cinder’s trial membership in Overwatch had been a success. She started as a wary vigilante, unsure of leaving her freelance work to join a greater cause. Now Rosangela was a proud, full-fledged member of the organization and one of the go-to agents for stealth missions. It was interesting for Hanzo to see her grow in such a short amount of time; like that warm, happy author had been trapped behind a cold hunter’s exterior all along. But now that she had decided to dedicate her life permanently to Overwatch, she had to move out of her old flat completely. She and Hanzo were already in King’s Row for an escort mission, so she asked him to help her move out while they were at it.

As she led him through the streets of London, Hanzo wondered which apartment could be hers. They all looked so nice with lovely views of the city; perfect for an artistic spirit such as herself. But then they began to go off the beaten path and down some sketchy alleys. At first he thought it was a short cut, but quickly realized it wasn’t. They had stopped in front of a rusty iron door at the end of an alley with nothing else around but the occasional stray cat.

“Hanzo, before we go in,” she turned back to him, “Let me preface this with…I didn’t do the most honorable things when I was a vigilante. And I…made some very…um, un-honorable friends as well.”

Hanzo gave her a suspicious look and went to draw his bow.

“No, no!” she quickly shook her head, “They’re good people! Just…ruffians? Vagabonds? They’re interesting people, but nevertheless, the people I used to live with.”

Hanzo nodded, but decided to keep his guard up regardless.

Rosangela carefully knocked on the old door, making a metallic echo reverb through the abandoned alley. For a few moments, there was no answer, until they heard someone come to the door. Whoever it was, he or she was probably waiting for them to go away because they weren’t answering the door.

“Joseph?” Rosangela called out.

 “Me. Rosangela,” she clarified.“Who’s askin’?” a man’s Cockney accent responded.

“Me. Rosangela,” she clarified.

There was a pause before the man spoke again, “Cinder?”

Hanzo heard the lock on the other side click and the door slowly creaked open. A young man peered out from behind the door. He had messy brown hair and looked to be in his late 20s. He smelled like marijuana. The man gave Rosangela a dubious look before his eyes widened and a big, toothy grin spread across his face.

“Cindaaaah!” he laughed, flinging the door open and wrapping her in a big hug.

Hanzo backed up a bit, wondering if this was perhaps a significant other.

“Yer back from Overwatch, eh?” Joseph smiled as he pulled away, “You look all cleaned up now! They give ya a nice primp and pedigree there?”

“Glad to see you haven’t changed,” Rosangela smirked, “Still lighting up on Sunday nights,”

“Best night of the week to do it!” he laughed, “Well come on in, a can join us!”

Joseph quickly ushered Rosangela in and Rosangela gestured for Hanzo to follow. He was slowly becoming increasingly worried of what he was walking into. The door led to a dingy basement, furnished with old sofas, a pool table, a bar with nothing but whisky in it, and a corner entirely filled with suspicious-looking crates. Down there was a group of men who all seemed to recognize Rosangela when she came in.

“Cindaaaah!” they all cheered.

“Hey guys,” she blushed at the warm reception.

They all looked totally stoned.

“Cindah’s back!” Joseph cried happily.

“Ok, ok,” she laughed, pulling away from her friend’s tight grip, “Not for very long, I just came by to pick up a few things. Turns out life in Overwatch suits me, and I’ll be moving into the base indefinitely.”

Her friends all let out a collective “aaw” of disappointment and slumped back into their seats.

“Is that why he’s here?” Joseph gave Hanzo a once over.

“Yes,” she nodded, “He’s here to help me move out. I didn’t want to trouble you guys, and it wouldn’t be very nice to ask you to help me move out of your home.”

“Nonsense!” Joseph slurred, “We woulda totally had yer back!”

Rosangela cringed slightly as be practically breathed pot into her face, “P-plus Hanzo is not high at the moment, and I trust he will not drop anything,”

“Eh, true true,” Joseph shrugged, “Look’s like he’s never done a hit in his life,”

“Of course not,” Hanzo finally spoke, his nose crinkling in disgust, “I would never do something so uncouth.”

“Oi, wot!?” Joseph snapped, suddenly dropping his welcoming nature.

Meanwhile his friends were all giggling and elbowing each other on the couches, hoping to see a fight.

“Ah, ah!” Rosangela jumped between the two, “W-we’re not here to fight, we’re just here to grab a few things and then we’ll be going.”

Joseph gave Hanzo a menacing glare for a few moments, which Hanzo gladly returned. Both of them were her friends, but neither of them seemed to like the other’s influence on Cinder.

“Fine,” Joseph spat and went back to his friends, “But next time ya come back, leave yer stuffy Overwatch friends at the door!”

Letting out a frustrated growl, Hanzo moved to fight back, but Rosangela stopped him. She shook her head, and started guiding him to a stairwell. It was dimly lit and had cracks and water stains covering the walls.

“So those are the type you used to associate with?” Hanzo asked with disdain.

Rosangela sighed as she continued her climb upwards, “Beggars can’t be choosers, Hanzo. I was supposed to be dead. I was lucky I had any friends at all.”

That made him feel a little bad for being rude to them…but not by much. They were degenerates, no doubt about it, but they were also Rosangela’s friends and he had just disrespected them right in front of her. The stairwell took them past a lot of doors, many which had no door knobs. It looked like the building used to be a thriving apartment complex, but now it just housed drug dealers. At the top was the door to Cinder’s old flat. Slowly, she took out a rusted key and put it into the lock. Rosangela hesitated a moment before turning the key and opening the door. At first, it was just darkness, until Rosangela turned the lights on.

“Hm. Electricity still works. I wasn’t expecting that,” she mused.

Even though there was electricity, it wasn’t the highest quality. The lights were dim and flickered occasionally in a very irritating manner, barely illuminating the messy room before him. There was an old, shaggy couch in the center of the room, the middle cushion with a large groove worn in it—probably where Cinder used to sit. In front of that was a coffee table littered with an unholy mix of Playboy, Playgirl, and Cat Fancy magazines. There was also a small stack of ashtrays on the coffee table, a few cigarettes rolls of marijuana left over in them.

In front of the coffee table was a small TV that probably didn’t have cable. On one end of the room was a portrait of an older looking gentleman. Hanzo recognized him as an English politician who was often the source of omnic hate in London. Darts were thrown all over the portrait. One in each eye, one in each ear, and the rest scattered all over; a few had even missed and were pinned to the wall next to it.

On the other end of the room was a huge map of King’s Row, almost covering the entire wall floor to ceiling. It had newspaper articles and files pinned all over it with little strings connecting all of them. The perfect planning area for a vigilante-assassin. Right next to the map was a gaping hole in the wall, revealing the wooden beams of the flat.

“I, uh, kicked that hole in the wall,” Rosangela awkwardly pointed to it when she noticed Hanzo’s staring, “I got mad one night.”

By the looks of things, she always was mad. She watched as Hanzo took in his surroundings, seemingly both a little disgusted and shell-shocked at the sight. One of the world’s greatest intellectual’s living in a squalor like this? He couldn’t imagine it. Rosangela, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel a little ashamed now that he was seeing what she used to live like.

“You wait here,” she excused herself, “I’ll go get my things from my room.”

She hurried off, disappearing down the hall as her boots creaking on the old floorboards. Left to himself now, Hanzo tried to imagine her—Cinder Rose—living in the apartment. She’d be draped over the couch, taking hits of pot with a Playgirl magazine in her lap as she threw darts at the painting at the other end of the room. The TV would be playing the local news, and she’d be listening to it casually, listening for anything new to add to her map. It was strange to think that Rosangela use to be someone like that. She seemed so much different in Overwatch.

Eventually, Hanzo went down the hall, the floorboards squeaking under his feet. There was no lighting in the hallway, so he just followed the light leaking in from the door at the end. He carefully entered Rosangela’s room and found her zipping up her suitcase. She looked up, surprised to see him in there. Her room was strangely empty compared to the living room. All it had was a bed, a boarded up widow, and a desk that looked barely used. The only feature out of place was the stack of empty Valentine’s Day chocolate boxes shoved in the corner of the room.

Rosangela was silent when she saw his face. She knew he was still in disbelief that this was her life once.

“So…This was your home?” he asked cautiously, eyes glued to the floor.

“Not exactly a prestigious family clan,” she chuckled, “But it’s not like my whole life was like this. My childhood was fairly normal.”

“But…” his voice trailed off as he found himself speechless.

Rosangela grimaced. She should have known it would have been too hard for him.

“Everything you see here is exactly how I left it the day I left for Overwatch,” she admitted, “So this is a little taste: a day in the Life of Cinder Rose. Drink and smoke by day, hunt and prey by night. I’m sorry you had to see all this, Hanzo, I-I should have had you wait downstairs.”

“No,” he shook his head, “I’m glad I could see this.”

She gave him a curious look.

“It may be painful, but it was still part of your life,” he mumbled, “I wouldn’t want you to keep this from me.”

Cinder carefully approached him, but Hanzo kept his gaze to the floor.

She stopped in front of him, her auburn eyes trying to meet his desperately, “…Why not?”

At last he looked up at her, but quickly looked away again. It was embarrassing to say and he wasn’t at all used to these sorts of situations.

“I…” he muttered, then suddenly took a deep breath and regained his composure, “…I just wouldn’t want you to suffer in silence.”

But Rosangela just smile and crease her brow, shaking her head. She saw right through him. A red crept onto his face as Hanzo finally looked her in the eye.

“I don’t know why I said that, I…” he tried to explain, but slowly stopped as Rosangela took another step forward.

She had written enough kiss scenes to know where this was going. Now she knew Hanzo’s real feelings for her, they were all alone, and they were very close. All that was left was for him to man up and smooch her.

“Hanzo,” she whispered as her breath mingled with his, “It’s ok. You don’t have to say,”

So he didn’t. He placed his lips over hers and kissed her as hard as he could, his lips practically bruising hers. All that time he restrained and held back was gone now. Rosangela melted right into it, parting her lips and allowing him to deepen the kiss. She paced her hands on his shoulders and let out a small moan. His style of kissing was a little inexperienced and slow for her, but she knew that she held about 5 years of practice over him. So she was patient, and let him move her as slowly as he wanted. But the next move wasn’t one she expected from him. Gently, he moved her over to her old bed, and laid her down on it. Now laying there and feeling his lips on her neck, Rosangela thought that she might stay in her old flat a little longer than she thought.

[overdrivels]

The Way to a Heart (12)

<<Chapter 11

Hanzo, despite his less-than-stellar display of maturity, was surprisingly granted a mission, and he had taken it with such speed, there was no time for anyone to protest (or for you to have made an appropriate lunchbox). It was merely surveillance around Gibraltar, but that must have been more appealing than remaining in the incredible awkwardness at the base.

His absence, however, did little to alleviate the oppressive air in the sparsely occupied Watchpoint. Genji had made himself scarce, and when he was available, was noticeably more distant. Zenyatta’s presence probably did a lot to ease the uncertainty that weighs on the cyborg.

Though, McCree did not know who he felt worse for: Genji or you.

The others had a lot of say about the matter, but McCree cannot consider himself so morally superior that he allowed himself to gripe. The feelings of the Shimada brothers’ are sticky in ways that even those on moral high ground should not comment on—the deed was done and over with, the main thing now is how they feel now and how they’re going to go about handling it. It’s one thing if it’s between themselves, it’s another if they’re going to drag innocent people in their cautious yet reckless game of feelings and painful memories.

You, especially.

After that fiasco, you confined yourself to the kitchens, making quick work of small talk and any attempts to coax you to come out.

McCree tsk’s to himself. You had made such good progress, too. Ana, if she hadn't been away on a mission, would’ve been proud.

It’d be a lie to say the kitchen is the most welcoming place on base. Head Chef Richard was quite generous and lavish in his own way, feeding people just the right amount (neither left wanting nor bursting) with just the right foods—but despite his creed for serving and loving his customers, his priority would always fall on the chefs he kept under his wing. Through his numerous escapades, McCree had long suspected the kitchens were built in such a way that the entire place was both a fortress and a prison, keeping out intruders and holding them in to be dealt with when the time came even without chefs inside. In some ways, this place was better safeguarded than other places in the Watchpoint.

If you really wanted to lock yourself in there, you could and no one would be able to get you out. Similarly, if you truly wanted to keep people out, the kitchen could be on lockdown faster than most would be able to react. The reason for it was assumed to be because of the ‘treasure’, but McCree isn’t so sure.

“Ain’t like you t’ be standin’ still, Chef,” McCree says as he walks into the darkened mess hall and toward the service window where you stood. If he wasn’t expecting it, it would be a creepy sight to behold: a single, unmoving figure in the middle of the brightest light in the entire cafeteria, finer features obscured by shadows. “Head Chef would throw a fit if he saw you doin’ nothin’.”

Instead of the flustered outburst he expects, you remain quiet, hands folded neatly on the counter as though waiting for something. He could fathom a guess for what—or whom.

He drags a stool to the window and sits. From this spot, he can almost see the washing station and a shocking amount of dishes stacked. They don’t seem dirty, but it just looks like they were left there after being cleaned. A troubling sign.

Gently, he tries again. “Hour’s late, Chef. Whatcha doin’ up?”

“...I’m just thinking,” you reply slowly, voice lacking in any energy or enthusiasm.

He makes a noise in his throat. “That so?”

“...yeah.”

The silence settles uncomfortably between you both. He sighs internally and decides to cut to—what he believes to be—the chase. “He doesn’t hate you.”

Your fingers twitch and your hands curl into fists before unfurling and curling again. “...how are you so sure?”

Because you’re obvious and Hanzo is not as unreadable as he believes himself to be.

“Callin’ me a liar now? Mighty bold of ya.”

Jesse expects a laugh or some sort of reaction, not the deafening silence that sounds of guilt and something all too familiar.

“It’s between him and Genji. It ain’t your fault you got caught up in it.”

“If I didn’t decide to make a group meal then…”

“It wasn’t about your cookin’ or how you did it.” It was a fine set-up and wonderfully alive. If it weren’t for the Shimadas’ issues, it would have been an excellent affair that was reminiscent of the old, old Overwatch. The stew was spicy and if McCree was being honest, he’d really rather eat that combination that reminds him of his time on the road rather than the neatly arranged meals you normally make. (Not that they’re not delicious, but there’s just something charming about eating food that is more...appropriate for his person.)

“But he didn’t even take a lunchbox when he left.” Despite how distressed you sound, he couldn’t help a smile.

“Bet you cried yourself to sleep over that.”

“Did not.”

He raises an eyebrow and the silence, a little more bearable, seems to unnerve you and eventually you concede with a huff, “I didn’t cry.”

“...but you’re still feelin’ responsible.”

You throw up your hands and begin to pace as though you’ve meant to do it for a long time. “I should have known! I—”

“Known what? That everyone was goin’ to leave that seat open? That Hanzo would react like that? That we’d have to practically tackle Genji to the ground? You almost got clocked in th’ head with a flyin’ bottle and you still feel like it’s your fault?” He scoffs. “You ain’t psychic and it ain’t your responsibility to keep track of all that.”

“But it is,” you insist. “It’s the least I can do.”

He wants to groan and slap his face and barely manages to resist doing either. “Not this again.”

“It’s true!” You stop right in front of him, slamming your hands somewhere above the partition. “I'm not a hero like you!”

“Ain't never claimed t’be one neither.”

“But you're out there”—and you gesture wide toward some unseen horizon or an imagined place that McCree is sure does not exist—“fighting and risking yourselves and I'm…”

Your hands and your whole body just slumps.  

“And I'm in here.”

The silence that follows is almost damning.

There’s always been some sense of self-imposed responsibility from the support-type staff. Well, he can’t say that he was innocent in the matter—long ago, he loathed the easy-going pace of the desk-job people and paper-pushers and those who work with Overwatch but never ever see battle. Why did they get to complain when he’s out risking his hide? Why should people get to live because they’ve got money? Why do those people get to boss them around? (It’s one of the reasons why he liked Reyes so much more than Jack. The former got his hands dirty with the rest of his crew, the latter locked himself up in his offices and meetings. Jesse didn’t care about the heroic stories he was told, he just knows what he saw and what he saw was Jack being a damn sellout.)

But meeting people like you, who are too attached to the idea of ‘responsibility’, he can’t bring himself to be upset. Everyone has their own role to fill, their own troubles, and McCree learned after several years here that people like you probably take it harder than them. He can lose himself in the adrenaline and the missions, but you can only do your best, cooking for agents who are too strung out to appreciate the power of a decent meal and fling it back in your face. It’s too easy to think of the agents’ problems as your fault when it’s their fault for not managing themselves properly.

“It ain’t like you t’ get so worked up over one person. Other people lost their minds over the food before and you didn’t act like this.”

“But that was…”

That was long ago, when you weren’t alone to bear the burden of a discarded meal, when you did not feel so directly responsible, when you had the Head Chef to buffer you. Or is it because of something else?

He knows, vaguely, what you had been doing before you came back to Overwatch. He would have guessed that your skin would’ve been thicker after your ordeals. But for a single person to rattle your cage—

“If it’ll make y’feel better, I’ll hunt him down for you, make ‘im apologize,” he offers.

You snort like you don’t think he is serious—oh, but he’s very serious, no matter how nonchalant he had tried to make the offer seem. It’d be interesting to get Hanzo speaking heartfelt apologies with Peacekeeper against his temple. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’s contemplated it (but for different reasons). Jesse wonders if Genji would help, but banishes the idea quick. That might just make things more grisly than it had to.

“I think you should be the one apologizing, too.”

He starts and tries to look at you through the wall. “Me? What’d I ever do?”

“You told Agent Hanzo about the Cellar!”

“And who told you I told him?”

“Agent Genji, of course.”

That son of a—

Jesse smacks himself in the back of the neck and rubs it twice. Well, it wasn’t that much of a secret anyway. He supposes it’s his just deserts—or in this case, just desserts?  

“Guess I have two Shimadas to go after,” he says wryly, leaning against his palm, directing a smile up at you that he forgets that you cannot see. “Gotta get justice for the both of us.”

“I don’t think it’s really getting ‘justice’, Jesse.”

He shrugs. “Someone wronged you, so it’s only proper t’get even, ain’t it?”

“I don’t—That’s not right.”

“It ain’t like it’s the first time you’ve got into a tiff with somebody. ‘Member the first time you ‘nd I fought? You kicked me and threw the whole tray at me.”

“You slapped it out of my hands!”

“And we both got a helluva lecture from your boss for wastin’ food.”

He gets something like a cross between a choked laugh and a noise of anguish. It’s not what he’s aiming for, but the night’s young.

“You don’t know it, but Reyes chewed my ass out after.”

“And Head Chef put my on cleaning duty for a week since the extra food was unauthorized.”

“Hey, I put it in the terminal all good and proper. It was one of you messin’ with me that caused all of that.”

“That’s because you tried to disguise yourself as a chef!”

The cowboy pulls out his pack of cigarillos and lights one, much to your horror. He grins to himself. Good.

“Good times.”

“Don’t smoke,” you chide with no real malice. “You’ll ruin your tastebuds.”

“Ain’t nothin’ that can ruin how I taste your cookin’, it’s just that good,” he quips, taking a loud and overly obnoxious drag just to hear you groan in frustration and embarrassment. He smirks to himself. That’s a better reaction.

You wave your hand at the smoke, trying to push it back in his direction to very little avail. For good measure, he even blows a stream in your direction, delighting in the way you swat at it. “Stop that. It’ll get into the kitchen.”

“I’ll help you clean it.”

“Oh? That’s very generous.”

“What can I say?” He shrugs and tips his hat with a grin. “I’m a gentleman.”

Grumbling, you ask to yourself, “What sort of gentleman smokes in a kitchen?” You cross your arms and he can swear you are looking down at him. “I remember when you used to use that trick to try to get in here.”

“Did I now? Can’t remember. Old age must be gettin’ to me.” Even though he clearly recalls having offered his help just so he could get one step closer to the phantasmal treasure that the members of Blackwatch kept conspiring about. It did not succeed, of course.

You make some noise of disbelief and pull out an ashtray from somewhere below the window, slipping it onto the table with a loud ‘clack’. Your message is clear, but he just waits.

And waits, and waits.

Until you cave. “I’m going to make Meatloaf Surprise,” you warn sternly. “And I’ll have Gen—Captain Amari help me.”

He can’t contain his grimace. “Please don’t.” The meatloaf is enough of a threat, but throwing Ana into the mix was just unfair even if she isn’t on base. Taking in one last delicious pull, he snuffs out the end. (Though he can’t say he’s completely displeased with the results—you are coming back out of your imposed silence.)

Seemingly satisfied with his actions, you say, “Thank you.”

He stares  forlornly at his snuffed-out cigarillo, itching to put it back between his lips now that he’s had a taste. He's sure you would actually serve him meatloaf if he did. And he would eat it.

“Chef, can I get some coffee then?”

“Use the terminal, please.” But even as you say that, you’re already moving around inside the kitchen. He grumbles a bit as he leans over the length of the counter to punch in his order. “Let me guess, a red-eye for this late hour?”

His finger hovers over the submit button. “Nah.” Beep. “‘s a dead-eye kind of night.”

You choke on a laugh, and already, the kitchen seems a little brighter with the echo of it. “Did you just—”

“E-yep.”

Then the laughter pours out as though it’s been waiting to come out this whole time.

As long as you were feeling better, he could honestly say he’s done his good deed for the day. (The day’s still early, too.) 

The days pass by in a haze. Jesse drops by often, insisting on talking with you and being a general nuisance. (Though, you can’t say you’re upset about it. The former Blackwatch agent always had a way of making you talk.)

Jesse was right, regardless. You have other priorities to worry about—you’ve never worried so much about another agent before.

But it’s also the first time—second time after a younger Jesse—you were able to be so close with your customers. Back in the day, you would be taking the orders and making them without truly knowing the faces of the people you served. You’d see their name, look them up in the kitchen’s database if you did not know their habits, and cook. There was still that gap that never truly allowed you to connect with them.   

Now, it’s different. You could actually ask them, talk to them, see their reactions, share their joy.

It’s not something you really ever thought of before, but it’s truly a truly precious feeling to have someone’s eyes and face light up when they take that very first bite. Even more so when they finish everything and ask for seconds.

—“We chefs exist for them.”—

It always sounded a little asinine, but with each day here, you think you’re getting closer to what the Head Chef once meant. You’re sure that if you never saw their expressions or received their thanks, you’d still think of food and cooking more shallowly.

Seeing Agent Junkrat lose his mind over something simple like fruit salad—or any fruit in general—was beyond endearing. You couldn’t help but indulge him if only just to see him happy (even if it did eat at your limited inventory). Agent Roadhog, as silent as he was, always seemed to take special care to eat everything clean, thanking you. Mock arguing with Agent Reinhardt about his diet was also fun. He always insisted on bratwurst and fatty substances for his physique only to concede and laugh the exchange off after a few words, leaving with less than you would’ve expected.

Agent Hanzo, though unexpected, definitely caught your attention the most. His sharp features softening into something warmer, younger when eating sweets. It was comforting to watch, strange as it sounds, to see him enjoy himself especially when he always seemed to hold the world at arm’s length.

The nights where Agent Hanzo comes down to drink tea or to eat really puts into perspective the Head Chef’s words. Just by serving him and seeing him eat so earnestly really makes you think that perhaps being a chef was a worthy cause in life if only to help these heroes through the day.

Long ago, the Head Chef would lecture about the agents. How the food you (and every other chef makes) becomes a part of them and that their bodies are made from the food you made. As such, all that they eat must be filled with love. For these agents—these heroes—miles away from home and fighting a war that most people only see through a holoscreen, can easily lose faith and forget the feeling of humanity, and therefore must be loved and nurtured lest they become nothing more than beasts.

—“Love them with all our being.”—

Though, you couldn’t say that you loved every agent.

Deadpan, you stare at the tray Agent Soldier: 76 dropped off. Even from this distance, you can see the food piled up on it, scarcely touched as always. You scrub at your face with your sleeve.

He likes nothing. Indian, Mediterranean, Chinese, French, German, Italian—none of those cuisines have ever caught his fancy, none of those foods have ever received anything more than a nibble despite having one of the highest calorie requirements among all of the agents here. How can you give anyone love if they refuse to have it? What use was pouring in effort if it’s rebuffed?

What does he even eat?

You bite back a groan of frustration even as it claws at you, begging you to voice you discontent and perhaps find Agent Soldier: 76 and give him a good shake or a whack with a ladle or maybe (as unlikely as it is) knock him out and shove food down his throat.

The thought is waved away just as quickly as it comes. No, it's likely not any fault of his own. Maybe he just doesn't like your cooking.

It’s a painful reality to admit, but it’s a humbling one.

It'd be wonderful if he could give a critique or just let you know what he likes—you can't take requests immediately, but the next shipment can be tailored to accommodate him—yet the radio silence he gives you is woefully inadequate in helping you move forward. Each week produces different types of food, but each time produces nothing but a barely touched tray. It’s past the point of being a challenge and stepping dangerously into the realm of making you throw down your apron and leaving the Watchpoint for good.

It was a dangerous balancing act where even the greatest thanks from all agents could be negated simply by Agent Soldier: 76’s apparent refusal to eat anything you make. You cannot give up just because of one person. Your mission is more than just cooking for one person, more than just cooking for a group of agents, and so you remind yourself that you must remain strong.

Resigning yourself to life’s occasional hiccups, you pick up the tray when you pause.

Curiously enough, one plate remained among the different dishes. It’s rectangular, a little smaller and half-hidden among the others, but even more striking is that it’s the only empty plate among other partially eaten dishes.

Hastily, you pick up it up, looking it over, turning it in your hands.

Just what did you…?

Apple pie. There was apple pie on this plate. A few crumbs of flaky crust left behind, but the pie itself is nowhere to be found, a clearing through a dollop of sauce that looks suspiciously like someone wiped a finger through it.

Finally.

A happiness you haven’t felt in a while bubbles up rapidly inside you, pressing up against your chest, blooming, warming everything in its path until it reaches your face.

“Are you kidding me?” you ask no one, half-hysterical.

He ate something you made. Completely.

You press a hand to your mouth, choking on emotion and a victory hard won, breath stuttering and your eyes entirely too warm.

He ate the pie.

You should make more.

Abandoning cleaning duty, you rush across the kitchen and tear into the walk-in freezer, the crisp and chilly air does nothing to dampen your newfound spirits. How many more pies can you make? Should you adjust the recipe? Oh, but you don’t know his preferences, what about the pie did he like? The flakiness? The way the apples were sliced? The types of apples that were used?

Just what did he like so much about the pie?

The fruit make their way into your arms as your mind furiously burns through the options.

If even Agent Soldier: 76 liked these, then this would surely please Agent Hanzo—

The thought of the archer makes you stop in your tracks.

Agent Hanzo would have enjoyed this, would have taken a bite that’s almost too big for his mouth and maybe smiled that secretive smile when he tastes something he enjoys, may have even closed his eyes and breathed in and sighed a little. A bitter smile crosses your face. If only he were here. You’re sure he would’ve loved this.

You shake your head. No, you have other customers to focus on.

What expression did Agent Soldier: 76 make when he ate this? Was it just as soft? Did he smile? Would he have taken a pause to savor it after the first bite?

You couldn’t help but smile wide, shouldering your way back into the kitchen with ingredients nearly spilling out of your arms. It wouldn’t hurt to make more or to go astray from your menu. Just once.

Just this once.

Nothing could bring down your mood as you began to measure your ingredients, all else forgotten.

You’re in the middle of putting the rolled out crusts into the freezer when your communicator rings. It takes a moment until your hands are free, but you light up when you see who’s calling.

“...boss?”

“Asim, good to hear from—”

“Boss.” His tone, cold and curt, makes you stop in your tracks. “We need you back here.”

“Wh—”

“Auditors.”

Your breath comes up short and the dread seeps into your bones, freezing them with full-bodied fear, and your previous elation comes crashing down.

Auditors? From what organization? And why now? The fiscal year isn’t even over yet and you’re sure that last year’s documents were submitted properly—

“They’re asking for all our documents, our ledgers, our—” He takes a shuddering breath. “Boss, you have to come back.”

Without even thinking, you utter, “Asim, don’t—don’t let them take more than they already have. Tell Argus—hold them off while I…”

You brain struggles to form words as plans and concerns flying through them at rapid-fire speed.

You need to go to them—what about your data—how long have they been there—no, you need to let Winston know—but it could be too late—you need to—but Overwatch—but the auditors—how did—

Your feet sway and you cannot decide what you need to do first.

Asim hisses, loud and insistent in your ear, “Boss! We don’t have time! We need you. Now!”

But—

You suck a hard breath through your teeth.

“I’ll be right over.”

And the communications cut off.

The freezer door rattles loudly as you slam it shut, and you almost jam your wrist trying to get the Cellar door open. The door opens then closes after you, lights flickering on automatically after you have already ran past them.

It’s irresponsible to leave Overwatch hanging, but this took precedence. You must see the extent of what the auditors have seen, what they have. If they find out about your operations, Overwatch would be in terrible danger and everything you would have done—all your sacrifices—would have been for nothing.

You could only hope that you’re not too late.

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Here's a prompt: Gabe watches as his cowson gets into a relationship with Hanzo, who he thinks is a bag of dicks made of dicks (Because, even though he's my favorite, let's face it: Hanzo's kinda awful sometimes). Maybe some Genji/Gabe on the side if you're up for it

Sure, here's a short fic for ye.Putting it in the post Overwatch world because already got otherprompts similar to this one in pre-Overwatch.  (I have too many Papa! Reyes prompts....)Foranon!Title: Displeasure to Meet YouRating:PG-13Relationship:  Referenced McHanzo;  Slight Genreaper if yousquint; mostly Reaper grousing He really didn't like HanzoShimada, but then, he had never liked the type of man Hanzorepresented.

The elder Shimada was that blue-blooded varietyof old money and older traditions that lived that more frugallifestyle, not bragging about his wealth, but carried himself in away that he appeared far superior to all mere mortals. It was thesort of arrogant, haughty attitude that reminded him of the variousdiplomats he had met during Overwatch and business men who thoughtthey had every right to look down their noses upon the world. The kind of people Reaper wanted to, and often did, punch right in the face just to take a wicked glee in the shocked expression on their face. He would love to do the same to Hanzo now more than ever.Moreor less, Hanzo Shimada was the dictionary definition of a dick. Hewas the greatest dick to ever grow out of the world and here he was,now the official partner of Jesse McCree.That single factburned Reaper up more than anything ever could and stilled the hated on the mercenary’s tongue. “I thinkthe only reason you dislike him so much is because he started datingJesse,” Genji commented from where he sat, cleaning his sword, “Butto be honest Reaper, who don't you dislike?”

Reaper turned his head slightly, thewithering glare he was sending the cyborg hidden by his mask, beforeturning back to look where Hanzo and Jesse were shooting targets, “Idon't like anyone but at least I can be apathetic about the rest ofthem,”Genji chuckled softly, pausing to lift his sword,eyeing over the blade critically looking for any mall blemish againstthe gleaming surface, “I still stand by what I say. You dislike himbecause he is dating Jesse. You are worried he will hurt Jesse,aren't you?”“Am not. The brat can take care of himself.He's a full grown adult,” Reaper grumbled, hunching his shoulderssome. The cyborg just shook his head, returning to cleaningthe blade, “He can still get hurt. Being an adult doesn't make youimmune to such things like heartbreak. If it puts your mind at ease,Hanzo doesn't know how to play those kinds of games. He is and alwayshas been earnest and honest about his personal feelings,”Reaperjust gave another snort, turning away from the sight of Jesse andHanzo, still feeling that tingle of anger still for the elderShimada, “Says the man whom he tried to murder,”“Whatis between Hanzo and I has long been settled and that mere moment hasperhaps haunted and destroyed him more so than it did I,” Genjireplied, moving to sheath his sword, “And is not the same as whatis blooming between Jesse and Hanzo,”“You sound like thatdamn omnic monk,” Reaper growled out, crossing his arms.Genjionly quietly laughed, a bemused expression on his face as he reachedfor his mask to slip it back on, “Should I take that as acompliment or not?”“Don't. I hate how he talks like hehas all the goddamn answers to every problem,” Reaper spat, turninghis back on the cyborg, “I'm not upset at all about Jesse and Hanzobeing a thing,”“Of course you aren't, “Genji drawled,rising to his feet, “You just keep glaring at them, growling cursesunder your breath, and becoming a helicopter parent for a thirtysomething year old cowboy because its good for your health,”Reaperglanced over his shoulder, tilting his head slightly, “And why doyou care so much what I do?”“I don't like seeing youupset,” Genji answered simply, the mask hissing as it clasped intoplace, “And I think you could use a distraction,”

The mercenary paused, consideringGenji's words before giving a quiet chuckle, “Oh? Let me guess, youknow of one?”

The cyborg gave a nod of affirmation,“I do and no, it isn't meditation. I doubt there is any sort ofmeditation in all this world that will take the salt and fire out ofyou,” He passed Reaper, only pausing in the door to glanceover his own shoulder now at the mercenary, tilting his head, “I'llshow you, unless, of course, you are too busy with just telling mewhat I already know about my brother being somewhat of a dick,”Asnort escaped Reaper but he relented, following after Genji, “Isuppose I can take some time off from my glaring but you better makeit worth my time,”Genji chuckled, dipping his head in a wayhat made it almost look like his visor had a brow, crinkling in apassing expression wicked amusement, “It will be worth it. I canguarantee that,”With those words the cyborg gave a jerk ofhis head silently, indicating for Reaper to follow him. The mercenarykept his arms crossed over his chest as he followed. He was not toopleased about Jesse and Hanzo being together, and maybe it wasbecause he was still worried about McCree getting in over his head.Maybe.

For now though, a distraction would benice. It would keep him from probably getting Jesse mad at him fordoing something Hanzo out of pure spite. Reaper allowed himself asoft sigh. He would take a break just this once and see if it helpedat all.

Besides, he was just a little bitcurious of what Genji was going to use as a distraction.