#nochtsisin

[grimself]

❝ i can see i’ve come at a bad time. ❞

        his desk is a mishmash of scattered documents and capsized coffee cups: mayhem, left in the wake of what he liked to call ‘an uncivil disagreement’ ( and it should be noted that it hadn’t been his temper that’d caused the disarray ). “well, whaddaya know.” he watches the actual culprit rush through the door and down the hallway; a guy influential enough to get away with making a mess of his office but scarcely important enough for him to remember his name. head chief of whatever. dipshit town, maybe. ( needless to say, his left eyebrow is still twitching in a rather obstinate bout of acute irritation anyway ). “you’ve come at a perfect time if you ask me. need a new lab rat, by any chance? i got just the man for you.” 

[criesformercy]

“Don’t drink that.”

    Hand came forward, though eyes never moved from a screen in a shared space to cover the mug that was designated for the lab partner. Fingers pushing the mug almost like a cat into their nearest sink built into their tables.

  Mug clattering with a CLINK.

She didn’t seem to bother with the explanation, her train of thought only spared for the moment to keep O’Deorain from drinking cold or lethal liquids. starter call @nochtsisin​

[huckleberrytm-a2]

𝟏𝟓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 ;; 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 @nochtsisin​ asked :   5 & 9 !

5. who is / was your favourite muse of all time to play? 9. have the types of characters you play changed over the years?

𝟓 ;   oh jeez, that’s tough. i think if i had to choose, it would probably be when i wrote durotan or the prophet velen, from warcraft. they were two of my first muses on tumblr but holy shit, that had to have been when i peaked. i made a lot of friends and had sooo many interesting plot points to explore, i loved writing there. if the warcraft fandom wasnt half dead and blizzard stopped screwing me over with canon content, i’d bring either back in a heartbeat. writing dandelion from the witcher was also really fun, i’m just sad that the rpc imploded on itself after the netflix series came out.

𝟗 ;   not really? i’ve noticed that my demographic is ‘older man who has done a lot of wrong but is also soft at heart’ and i’ve only had a handful of muses who have strayed from that. jesse is not one of them, clearly. those kinds of characters just tug at my heart the most, but sometimes other characters will grab me by the heartstrings and take off running.

[danseher]

( BILLIE EILISH LYRIC STARTERS || ACCEPTING ) 

@nochtsisin​ said:       ‘ nothing is better sometimes . ’

     NOTHING.            It’s a word that hangs heavy in the air, uninvited. Haunting every corridor in your halls, from the welcome mat to the curls of silk sheets, the essence of NOTHING breathes strong in you.   You could tie a noose with the wisps of NOTHING, heavy, tangible.

       YOU   ARE   FULL   OF   NOTHINGS.            NOTHING   MEMORIES,   NOTHING   EMOTIONS.

Absence, devoid, there are many words to describe the way your body is a husk. How a lifetime of personhood exists in your mind, hidden away behind a glass wall, like a museum to peer into. Tapping at the glass for your attention. You are a gallery of little things so close to human and yet so far removed, was the woman who lived between these ribs empty too? When you hollowed her out and crawled inside her, did you finally fill her with something she was missing?

You carved Talon’s name into the marrow of these bones, they gave you rot and a purpose, laced with little NOTHINGS to replace all the carnage you leave behind.

       YOU   ARE   FULL   OF   NOTHING   MEMORIES,   NOTHING   EMOTIONS.

                                 Are   you   better?                  Is   this   better?

                     “ Nothing is certainly easier.   But I’ll take your word for it. ”

[cybushin]

@nochtsisin​ said:    ' who could ask you to be sound or to feel saved again ? '

        𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   A holy war, on sacred soil. Heaven on high gripped you by the throat, your own personal LEASH. You are living, a demon held together by the tendrils of who you’re supposed to be. You---  Genji died screaming, spitting blood between bared teeth, wild and raging and brutal. YOU WERE THE LAST FLICKER OF RAGE DOWN TO THE LAST GODFORSAKEN MOMENT. Your Kami didn’t save you then. 

Should you be thankful you are SAVED (?) NOW?   When they plucked you from the results of your ARROGANT GLUTTONY and your brittle hubris in the afterlife -- the first thing to flood your veins was the very same rage that engulfed you in the end. No longer a spark but a TORRENT.

When they asked you to give your services to be whole again, when they promised you a new life that didn’t condemn you to the prison of this hospital bed until you were delivered to your death again ----    DID THEY NEGLECT TO TELL YOU OF THE AGONY IN RUBY FINE PRINT?        You became a prisoner in your own festering corpse. How long, you wondered, could you get away with self sabotage before they gave up on you? 

You seethe to the core of your bones, running hollow and cold, you are warmed only by a scarce few. Hands set delicate on your person, finding you beneath the DISSONATE WEAPON, THE DEMON, THE ANGER.     For brief moments you could taste normalcy on your tongue through the acrid flavor of metal and blood.

You found it here, hidden away in the shadows of her lab -- Moira’s lab. A cavalcade of beakers and technology, a woman unshackled by restrictions or fear in the face of the unknown. A woman who’s sympathy didn’t feel like the word PITY twisting a blade in your spine, sprinkled down upon you from on high. You always found her when the world was white noise, something about the comfort of trusted silence and the knowledge that your location was unknown to the rest of base as long as you were here, was enough to lead you back to the chair pulled away to the corner.

Her words gripped you by the sinew, her duo-tone nails making bows and ribbons of your heartstrings. FOR ONCE YOU FEEL SEEN, HEARD, Genji’s -- Your voice being held and coveted. Something like relief, like the ability to breathe for the first time, meets you in the middle, catching your words in the subtle sting of something PLAINLY, VISCERALLY, HUMAN rising in the corners of your eyes.

        “   THE WORLD, it seems.    I wish they would stop trying.      Have I not been SAVED enough already? I no longer wish to be saved. . . I want them to let me rest       𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃. “

[wraithreaper]

📂

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

He speaks the following languages: english, spanish, asl, japanese, some swedish, and french. Most were picked up while in blackwatch.

[iwantnames]

    “ if i may ask... ”  piercing gaze was immediately drawn to the highly technologically advanced gear the strange woman appeared to wear, unusual, new things attracting his attention easily.  ( oh,  what a fool he was ! no filter, no regard for whether or not others would perceive his curiosity as invasive !  who knew what the response might be ? )    —  a smile graced his features. 

   “ how does this... ”  a vague hand gesture followed, just to clarify what he meant,  “ —  function ? ”

@nochtsisin​  +  sc. 

[ciiberz]

“ no point in dwelling on the past. ”

{∔}-; The past was something Sombra was more than willing to dwell on- her years pursuing a future she was uncertain about as an orphan having more of an impact than she would choose to admit most of the time.

Perhaps it could be different when it came to other people, usually varying with what it was they were asking her to brush aside for them. For Moira in particular, there were many things she wasn't particularly fond of ignoring- mostly choosing to bite her tongue for now because the woman was one of her employers.

"Guess you could say that, considering causing trouble is on your schedule."

Olivia's trademark attitude sneaks its way in to her sentence, a small way of prodding at her superior without getting herself scolded later on should a certain someone notice any sarcasm behind the words.

[danseher]

// @nochtsisin​ 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

        COLD   COFFEE   AND   LONG   HOURS,    the telltale sound of heeled boots on linoleum floors--      You’re counting the hours on the clock, nothing but the flicker of the moon through frosted glass and the acrid taste of black coffee in the back of your throat. There’s a tug, following a curiosity to the empty halls of the Talon base. THE LAB WING was always pristine, like a haunted hospital, unnerving but not unfamiliar.     YOU   ARE   ALL   TOO   ACQUAINTED   WITH   IT.     Built upon the essence of a medical marvel with none of the RESTRICIONS that choke progress, a church without an alter. You wonder if its priest still lingers, perhaps there are sins she can yet wring from the crevices of your mind. . . .

You are a puzzle, this is known, a scientific impossibility wrought with   GHOSTS   and   SPIDERS.   And she is your   “FRIEND”   because your condition is an anomaly of her own making. That’s why you shift through automatic doors, that’s why you find the back of Moira’s chair with slender fingers, that’s why you set ceramic mugs on her desk, still steaming, steepling nails on yours in the fluorescent lights.      Or so, that’s what you tell yourself. 

                  " Your experiments defy time too then?    It’s four in the morning. "

[wraithreaper]

“Don’t worry, your memory should come back soon.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her with narrowed eyes, ‘don’t worry’? Easy for her to say. With a sigh he crossed his arms and said. “Not the most comforting, the vagueness. Are you talking hours, days? weeks...”

The idea of having this confusion last for more than a few days made his stomach twist. The faster this could be over the better, because as it was he wasn’t even sure where in the world he was. The doctor in front of him probably hadn’t told him yet, probably.

Whatever it was he had done to end up in this state he certainly was not going to do again.

[sturmfreition]

@nochtsisin​ asked: ' that's a roomba. i don't think it will talk to you. '

Sentence Starters for Robotic/AI Muses

Bastion squat in front of the small triangular Roomba as it brushed the floor gently in place. Their one sided conversation ended as the looming scientist interjected and the Bastion unit looked up to her. 

“Weep rr bweerreeree” The beeps escape it in short secession before it looked down to the Roomba giving them a short responsive double beep and standing to their full height. “Wreee” It came in a descending tone as, almost in a sadder note directed to Ms. O’Deorain. The Roomba continued its journey finally sweeping up under the robot almost aimlessly knocking off of their metal feet before aligning randomly to move in a straight line away from them. 

[sturmfreition]

“ the bigger the boobs , the stronger they are. that’s anime logic , at least. “

//Bastion literally has the biggest tits in overwatch

[sturmfreition]

@nochtsisin asked: ' what an interesting little bird you've got there; a cardinalis cardinalis, northern cardinal, if i'm not mistaken though one of an unusual coloration . . . '

Ganymede gave a small beep accompanied by the minor head tilt in response as if he understood the direction of topic was on him. In an almost imitating manor Bastion gave the scientist a curious beep. The robot hadn’t learned from books of the true name to birds, simply observed enough of them to understand that it’s companion had been strange, but similar to other birds in beak shape, wing length and other characteristics. 

“Bee bee bweep” The tone of the robots chirps raised in an almost cheery simulation followed by smaller chirps from the bird in question, their speech showing that the two communicated together in response to Ms. O'Deorain, however their words lost in obvious translation. The robot brought its hand up between them and gestured towards her eyes, clearing up that it was expressing her own uniqueness. “Breeep Bwee Bee” The tones and chirps stayed in a higher tone.

[cybushin]

𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓? ---

Wind down sketches for the night because it’s those big soft hours so have some Genji’s getting some rest with his favorite people, arguably his most important people right now. Specifically, @nochtsisin @demergeres @huckleberrytm and @criesformercy !!

[cybushin]

* //(    𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐏𝐓𝟐.

[cybushin]

what kind of love do you attract ?

YOU ATTRACT COMFORT

waking up to the sound of singing chickadees perched on your windowsill by your sleeping lover; giggling by their side as you watch the sky, laying on a picnic blanket with small sandwiches and juice boxes near you; slow dancing late at night to no music in the middle of your kitchen floor. you attract comfort. falling in love with you is like going home. it's like breathing in and basking in the familiarity of it all. those who search for you find that they are at their happiest when they finally find you. your beauty is a breath of fresh air, a painting that soothes, a melody that you recognize. your love is so gentle, so kind, so soft to the touch that it eases the hearts of everyone around you. people find themselves relieved even at the sight of your mere smile, and they don't even know why. you bring warmth to this world, my angel. keep shining.

TAGGED BY: I stole it right out of @shikaal‘s wallet. TAGGING:  @criesformercy @demergeres @huckleberrytm @nochtsisin