#venice incident

[max1u3]

Blackwatch timeline

Ok, so, bear with me, this is going to take a lot of little points for me to peace together to make the bigger picture here.

So, we know that Gabriel Reyes worked as a police officer and was know for arresting lots of criminals, but then he didn't find his work having any sort of impact of the criminal rate and figured that to destroy crime he had to cut it off at the source, correct?

And he was born in 2018, making his 58 in the current (Overwatch) year of 2076. We also know the Omnic crisis started exactly 30 years ago, when he was 28.

Then (If we're going with the earliest years possible for everything) Overwatch was founded a year later and he was put in charge of Overwatch as Strike Commander when he was 29.

If we're approximating that the Omnic Crisis lasted about 3 ish years, then he was 32 when it ended and his Command was switched to Blackwatch.

He was 32 when Blackwatch was created!

The sting operation that resulted in Jesse McCree (or Cole Cassidy whatever you want to call him) joining Blackwatch took place when McCree was 17. Which leads me to the question of who was Gabriel Reyes even working with on missions before hand? Did he have a strike squad before he picked up Jesse McCree?

We also know there's about ten years age difference between Gabriel Reyes and Jesse McCree, which means McCree was 12 when Blackwatch was formed.

And Genji joined Blackwatch in 2066, which is only 10 years prior. Making Gabriel Reyes 48 and Jesse McCree 38. That is a huge age gap and what do we even know about what happened during that time?

Roughly a year or so later we know that Gabriel Reyes invites Moira into Blackwatch and she starts her experiments on him? But like, we know nothing about these experiments, only what they did. And if the short story 'Code of Violence' is being added into the mix, then we're led to believe that the initial experiments that Moira conducted on him did not have as dramatic effect. I don't really know what that entails, but it could mean that he could mist and move around a little bit, but was otherwise a full man. In the 'Code of Violence' short story it's mentioned that Moira is the one to find Gabriel Reyes after the explosion of the Overwatch facility, and to 'save' his life she pumped him full of the chemicals she used in her prior experiments, the results being Reaper. It meant his body became more mist like and he had to concentrate on being a full man almost every moment of the day, it also meant he was in constant pain and his anger was harder and harder to control. He also started to find gratification in the more gruelling and cruel acts. Or at least that was the impression I got from the story. But my point is, the most we have referencing the experiments Moira conducted on Gabriel Reyes are this picture:

And a paragraph or two in the story 'Code of Violence' which more focuses on his internal struggles immediately after the incident.

Then, (getting back on track, that was a bit of rant sorry) we know the Venice incident took place 8 years ago, when Gabriel Reyes kills Antonio Bartalotti and reveals Blackwatch to the world, and putting it under the investigation of Jack Morrison, Gérard Lacroix and Ana Amari. As seen in the end scenes of Retribution and in the photo below:

We also know that somewhere in between the next two years Genji moves from the Blackwatch divison to the Overwatch strike team including Tracer, Mercy and Winston. We also know that his cybernetics have been updated in this time. But, I'm not entirly confident on the idea that he was moved to Overwatch from Blackwatch, there's nothing that we know (or I've found) that supports that idea, other than him appearing in the Overwatch strike team during the Storm Rising archives mission and his updated cybernetics.

Then, 6 years ago the Overwatch Swiss HQ is blown up and Gabriel Reyes and Jack Morrison are presumed dead. The Petras act is ratified and Overwatch is disbanded.

A lot of investigation is put into Overwatch and Blackwatch's activities between the time period of the Retribution achieves mission and the Petras act's ratification. Which is a time period of roughly 2 years.

My point is, there are huge gaps in the timeline and not all the information is concrete, a lot of it is inferred from what we have. (Blizzard I beg give us more lore).

There's the 5 years between Blackwatch being founded and McCree being bought into the organisation, where we know next to nothing.

Then there's 21 years between McCree and Genji joining Blackwatch. What happened in those 21 years? Surely there are some important events to note in 21 years?

The later years of Blackwatch are less murky, but there's still no solid dates or years being handed to us by Blizzard and it's been 7 years! I mean come on! All the dates and ages I used in this are drawn from the Overwatch Timeline on the fandom Wiki, and those are only approximations that make sense with the ages we've been given for the current game.

Anyway, I just wanted to complain about this because I feel like I don't hear enough people complaining about it. It's probably the same for Overwatch, but at least we have more of an idea what the Overwatch organisation was like. We roughly know that there were a lot more foot soldiers than Blackwatch had, at least that's what I thought was implied every time it was bought up or featured. It's easier to fill in the gaps between the years as general peace keeping, but Blackwatch was supposed to handle the more rogue missions (Can't really think of a better word for it). There's only so much guessing and filling in we can do Blizzard!

If you read this far thank you, you're a real one.

[sortaferal]

I'm here to deliver all the Gabriel Reyes ( that were NEW ) art that was in the Declassified book to the masses. You're welcome.

[nextcinemastudios]

DIONNE WARWICK CANCELS SHOW AFTER 'MEDICAL INCIDENT'

Dionne Warwick fans hoping to see their favorite singer live in concert are gonna have to wait a bit longer, as she just had to pull the plug on a show after a medical incident. The legendary singer tells us she started having issues with one of her legs Thursday, and it was enough to have to cancel her upcoming show. The good news, Dionne says she’s already on the mend … but needed to take some…

[nyamcattt]

the venice incident a.k.a. the circus show

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

all my mat fics are linked below with a word count and little summary. i’ll add to the list as fics get written. hope you all enjoy 🫶🏻

* indicates smut

nathan scott era* (4.3k)

hanging out in a dive bar on long island, the last thing you expect to see is mat with a guitar over his shoulder, joining the cover band on stage

oh and it’s alright (4.8k)

after spending the day hanging out with the team, you have some news for mat

santa & baby (3.4k)

you and mat bring talia to meet santa at the islanders family holiday skate

twisted in bedsheets* (6.2k)

mat’s a blanket thief and tries to make it up to you

rough & rowdy* (4.5k)

after mat’s fight during the blackhawks game, you’re both worked up with extra energy to get out of your systems

get your game on go play* (7k)

all star weekend with mat in toronto is one to remember

my hand is the one you reached for* (3.3k)

it’s ethan and lenasia’s wedding day and mat’s the best man. it’s not your fault that he looks so damn good in a suit

like something from the movies (4.9k)

sunrise on the beach with mat becomes your favorite memory

a mat by any other name would taste as sweet (2.3k)

you take advantage of mat’s sweet tooth to trick him into doing a tik tok video with you

win and in* (2.7k)

mat and the boys clinch a playoff berth in game 81, you celebrate with him when he gets home

a face for broadcast (2.9k)

the msg broadcast gets double the barzal men for a little bit

kindergarten blues (4.3k)

it’s talia’s first day of kindergarten and neither you nor mat is handling it particularly well

convince me (1k)

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dirty thirty* (10.9k)

you turn thirty and mat makes sure it’s a birthday to remember

oh, what a flight* (3.7k)

mat’s bored and horny on your flight to venice and it doesn’t take too much convincing to get your on board with his plan

i want you, i need you, oh god* (3.5k)

mat comes home from golf to find you set up for another tik tok video, much to his surprise and excitemen

slow down, you’re doing fine (4.2k)

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oh my, good lord* (2.3k)

in your second trimester, you’re constantly worked up and desperate for mat, in any shape or form

plotting, planning, & pranking (3.2k)

during a visit, you and liana convince may to join you in another tik tok video, with a twist

headacanons

mat and comforting you on the phone

mat and his birthday

mat and his birthday (squeaks verse specific)

mat and his slutty summer shorts*

mat and father’s day

mat and the green suit

mat and your bad day

mat and kid pranks

mat and the condom incident*

mat and his kinks*

mat and the origin of ‘squeaks’

mat and the eras tour

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[muggertime]

The "Venice" Incident

[nuttynutcycle]

"Professor,” the student thrust up their hand, “Why can’t we utilize the heroes as makeshift police? It worked in Europe.”

 “Europe has a different political and geographical space,” the professor scribbled on the whiteboard. “And better pay for its teachers. Who can tell me anything about Venetian law enforcement?”

Several hands waved in the crowded lecture hall. The professor pointed at random.

“Venice utilizes water-based heroes. They use the canals and ocean to have an advantage over lawbreakers and are held in line through their enforcement collars.”

The student sounded like they were reading out of a textbook. “Excellent answer. Now,” the professor clapped their hands, “Could that work here?”

The same student beamed at the compliment. “Absolutely not. We have no cities based on canals or built on evenly distributed rivers to give water-based heroes an advantage. And sir,” the student continued, stifling a laugh. “Can you imagine trying to put a bracelet on an American hero? The government would never make it past congress.”

Chuckles half-heartedly rippled across the auditorium. Many students pretended they were listening or taking notes while Instagram reflected in their glasses.

“Wrong.”

The professor frowned at the interruption. “In this class, we raise our hand and explain our reasoning.” He turned toward the owner of the voice, a boy in a denim jacket in the back of the room. “Care to elaborate?”

 “They already have them.”

The professor pushed his glasses up his nose, a trickle of curiosity rising against his better judgment. He reached over to his computer and paused the lecture recording. “Do you have evidence to support this theory?”

The boy looked up from his computer and shrugged. “Does anyone here think our illustrious government would let a group of highly powerful individuals run around untethered?”

The auditorium quieted. A few hands raised in a sea of hundreds, before slowly lowering. 

The professor had to admit, that was a good point. Still... “Most heroes don’t comprehend the notion of modesty. Trust me, there’s nowhere to hide a bracelet that the cameras wouldn’t see.”

“What about MagniBoy?” One student asked. “That costume covers everything except-“

“Unfortunately for MagniBoy,” The professor interrupted before the lecture became decidedly less PG. “There was an incident last year. We now know for sure that there is absolutely no possible place for a bracelet.”

Several students nodded, some in disgust and others with smiles.

“It’s not on their bodies.” The boy in the denim spoke again. “American heroes are controlled as soon as they join a force, but they just don’t realize it.”

This was quickly verging into Reddit board theories. The professor felt a headache coming on. “Let’s not get off track- “

“Where is it then?” Another student asked.

“Did they swallow it?”

“Why wouldn’t anyone say anything about it?”

The professor sat down in his chair and prepared for the ride. If the class wanted to waste precious exam review time with theories, their loss.

“Twenty years ago, the government started investigating bracelets and mood alteration. Two years later they stopped due to public protests.” The boy smiled bitterly. “We love our heroes, and we love our rights even more. Three years after that, our heroes were injected with a tracker ‘for safety’.”

“Those trackers were removed when a hero retired.” The professor interrupted with a gentle smile. “If what you’re saying is true, retirees would notice a significant difference in mood.” Several students nodded in agreement.

The boy looked at him in near pity. “Sir, do you know what the original bracelets were made of?”

The professor remembered. His back straightened.

“Nanotech.” The boy savoured the word, savoured his captive audience. “Bit backwards, isn’t it? They found that heroes were more likely to have more health defects with the experimental tech, so they changed it to computerized ones. But,” he tapped his chin, “What if our generous government decided to inject their puppets with this same nanotechnology. What would happen?” The boy tilted his head innocently. “On a completely different note, how many heroes die from radiation poisoning? Illness? Cancer?”

The auditorium was silent.

“There used to be hero-turned-vigilantes or villains. Where did they all go?” The boy was picking up speed. 

No one was on Instagram anymore; all eyes were on him. 

“And isn’t it interesting that fifteen years ago, the cases of heroes breaking the law dropped by 80%? As did the destruction of vital buildings?”

“Oh,” another student whispered.

“They have thousands of powered people, sacrificing their lives without realizing it. Heroes sign away their personality, their life, their future.” The boy choked on a laugh. “When was the last time a hero made it to 60?”

“Young man,” the professor found his voice, “That’s enough.”

The boy’s gaze sharpened on the professor. “Sir, you were a hero before teaching. What do you think?”

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Could yall recomend a fic where Blaine’s a bit of a player? Like collide or ride, where he’s known to sleep around for fun until he meets Kurt.

These might be what you are looking for! ~Jen

Dirt On Your Name by sabbypandawan

Blaine Anderson is NYU’s most notorious lothario. Everyone knows his name, and people either warn each other off him or vie for his attention. So when he meets Kurt Hummel at a party their dorm is hosting for the newly moved-in freshmen, he expects either rejection or, more likely, approval – and gets so much more than he ever would have guessed, and had definitely never hoped for.

~~~~~

The Seduction by @hkvoyage

Venetian Blaine arrives at Carnival’s masquerade ball, looking for his next conquest. His reputation as a lover is legendary, and no one can resist him. Virgin Kurt captures his attention, but seducing him will require careful planning. As they spend time together, will Blaine be able to carry out his plan successfully? A historical Klaine AU set in 18th-century Venice.

~~~~~

Skin on Skin by  Ulysses31dancer

Kurt wins a VIP ticket to meet Blaine Anderson the rock star. He doesn’t realize that this one incident will change his life forever.

~~~~~

Not Exclusiveby nellie12

Finn happens to be doing well for himself in the University of Florida. He is starting QB for the Gators, and he’s a member of Phi Beta Kappa, and his grades aren’t terrible. He also has his favorite step-brother coming to visit from New York, and Kurt has no idea he’s about to have the Spring Break of a lifetime until he meets Finn’s best friend and frat mate- Blaine Anderson.

[junkertowneducationsystem]

talked about jojo w/ my bf and this panel gave me inspo for this messy ass sketch

Panel Under Cut (Pt. 7 JJBA manga spoiler)

Feeling Crazy.

Imagining a scenario like this happening some time around the Venice incident. Based on Genji's reaction I think sometime after but who knows.

[defibrillation-and-lactation]

Heyo everybody! Here’s a resus story I finished today just in time for summer vibes. Nothing too dark, but there is a drowning involved. I hope you all enjoy!

The Beach Rescue

It was a clear mid-afternoon in late August. Summer was still in full effect. The sun shone down, peaking at a blistering 107 degrees. Palm trees all along the shore line were gently swaying. There were less people here today than usual, but the place was still bustling with crowds scattered about. Many could be seen in lines, waiting for their favorite hot spot to let them in. At least a hundred people could be seen walking along the boardwalk, with more shopping inside the little storefronts. Bags, bottles, coolers and towels of every color could be seen all across the shore, with people all enjoying themselves in their own way. It was a bright, beautiful day here at Venice Beach.

Here I was, a lifeguard, sitting quietly atop my tower as usual. My tower was one of the only towers that were taller than the rest. I was one of the few higher-up lifeguards working here, despite being relatively young with less years than the other high-ranking staff. You could say I had a seagull eye’s view of things going on around the beach. I could see farther towards the waters, where the surfers liked to surf and do cool tricks, while still being able to monitor the shore and what was close around me very well.

Out in the middle of the beach, one person had caught my eye. A woman walked out onto the sand. She was wearing a gold string bikini. She laid out a warm gray towel on the sand, dropping her dark magenta purse on it. Her figure along with her shiny gold attire glistened in the sunlight. She had light, but defined curves, making her a standout at the beach. She confidently walked closer towards the waters. I could tell she was a little inebriated. Her carefree expression and some of her footsteps told me she probably had a couple drinks at one of the bars or food places here. She had a bit of musical pep in her step, with her bigger assets bouncing along with her stride. She was definitely the highlight at the beach today.

I zoomed out with my binoculars. I'd probably best look elsewhere before I get completely distracted. At least the beach had been relatively free of incidents this summer. I think only two had happened last month that I knew of, and those were pretty minor incidents. A couple of guys were fighting over a space at Muscle Beach. Law enforcement were able to break them up and remove them. The other incident involved a girl that broke her leg at the skatepark. Fortunately, we were able to move her to a hospital pretty quickly. Things might get tense between people sometimes at random times, but usually they get sorted themselves or law enforcement puts a stop to it eventually. It has definitely been more peaceful than previous summers. Even last year felt pretty hectic and was also very tragic. I was grateful for this peace.

As soon as these thoughts left my head, a series of screams could be heard in the distance. They were coming from the water in my direction. I brought my binoculars up and started scanning in towards the waters. I zoomed in as far as I could. I could barely see anyone around who was struggling until I got farther out, and there she was. To my surprise, it was the same woman I saw several moments ago. I could see her hands flailing above the water, as well as the top of her head peeking out. I didn’t think she would go in the waters, let alone that far without a surfboard. What was she doing? Was she that drunk?

I then swung into action just like that. My binoculars dropped down. I quickly slid down the ladder of my tower and grabbed my medical bag. I sprinted towards the water as fast as I could. Halfway towards the water, I spread out a white beach towel and threw it on the ground behind me. Likewise, I also dropped my medical bag next to it, sprinting faster now that the weight of my equipment was gone. I then noticed a loose crowd of people, beginning to form around me on both sides. They were all watching me respond to the emergency unfolding ahead of me.

As I quickly approached the waters, I slipped on my diving goggles. As my feet touched the water, my pace slowed a fair bit, but I still stepped on as fast as I could. I scanned the area around me, but nobody could be seen above water. As the water started reaching up to my waist, I decided to try searching underwater. I then promptly took the plunge, sticking myself under the sea. Within seconds, my vision cleared up and I could now see what was in front of me. Initially, everything was pretty dark and I could barely see anything, but then I found her. The sunlight shone down on a huge rock, and the girl was there, sprawled out lying on the rock. Her shiny swimwear reflected the sun’s rays. As my eyes focused on her, I felt the air inside running out rapidly. I quickly swam to the top, prepping myself to extract this girl. As my head peeped above the water, I began gasping for air. I closed my eyes, shielding myself from the bright sunlight. I Then took one deep breath for myself, and rushed back underwater. I started speed swimming back to the situation at hand, the light of the sun guiding me there. I approached the woman from behind, and grabbed her, crossing her arms with mine. As I secured her with my arms, I began to propel myself back up. With all my strength I would bring her close to the shore. As soon as I felt my heels contact the wet sand, I turned around, positioning the girl sideways in front of me, where we faced the rising shore. As my feet fully grasped the sand, my arms and the girl were just above water. I then moved my arms to carry her by her legs and back.

Both of us surfaced from the water, with me holding the woman in a princess carry. The brightness of the sun caused my eyes to squint slightly. As I felt the wet sand become dry below me, my stamina started to take a hit, but I knew I could still go farther. I ran back as fast as I possibly could. I noticed the number of eyes on us had slightly increased. It really must have been a slow day here. There is usually not a big group that looks up at me when I perform a rescue like this. As I got closer to my marked area, My legs started to burn and feel like jelly. I knew there was not much left to go. As I saw my towel come within my reach, I slowed my step, and dropped a knee. I hastily, but gently lowered the girl onto my fresh, clean towel. I am not a very superstitious person, but I always keep a fresh, unused towel. I do not like the idea of rescuing someone on a towel that someone else drowned and possibly died on, since I feel it invites death so easily in these scenarios. Likewise, I never wash the towels and I often burn them at night too, so that no one becomes accursed from reusing them down the line.

With that being said, I get back to the task at hand. I raised my goggles up, and put my left hand behind her head, and tried pushing some water from her mouth with my right hand. A good amount of water spilled out from her mouth, but I know there’s some still inside her. I then check her neck and wrists for a pulse with my right hand, while I quickly unzip my medical bag. I give the bag a little jostle, letting a small bottle, some scissors and an ambu bag fall out. As I let the last items fall out, I notice nothing coming from the girl’s pulse points. It was then that I had to start working on her.

Both of my hands came together naturally and intertwined above the woman. I promptly lowered my hands down and gave her a quick pump to gauge the feeling for how hard I needed to press down. Then, I start counting up from one in my head, with the numbers exiting my mouth in a quiet mutter. I keep a steady pace, pumping her chest firmly. The compressions feel rather stiff and more difficult than usual. I then realize this girl’s bikini is still on and is hugging her tightly. As I finished this first round of compressions, I instinctively reached for the scissors on the sand. I had absolutely no regard for her modesty, because I had absolutely full regard for her life. I went immediately for her dazzling top, snipping her shoulder strings like nothing. A light jiggle of her chest was observed as her bikini began to snap in front of me. Next, I took a careful snip of the string at the middle point of her chest, cutting fast and precisely in the middle. As I clipped the middle string, the snap caused the two cups of her bikini to fly out majestically to her left and right side. Her breasts became completely exposed in a flash, wobbling heavily upon their release. Tens of people around us had their faces turn agape at the sight of modesty’s death. However, this woman here certainly was not dead, at least not yet.

With her breasts parted away from each other, I could now do my job much easier. My hands affixed together again and resumed compressions. I could confidently press harder and better now. Each pump made her breasts jiggle against the sides of my hands. I pumped a bit faster, trying to make up for lost time, which made sense in my brain, anyway. I almost sped up too fast to thirty. I also felt a bit stronger now after the intermittent break I had removing this woman’s top. After my second round of CPR, I reached for the ambu bag on the ground. I positioned the woman’s head straight up, putting the mouthpiece on her. I gave her a breath of fresh air, watching her torso expand and deflate. I gave her a second breath, pressing my stethoscope to her chest at the same time. I then heard a few strange sounding beats from her. I decided it was time to power on my defibrillator.

My co-workers prefer to use AEDs, saying that they are more convenient and easy out on the field. Personally, I can’t stand using them at the beach. I don’t have the ability to control the energy level and those stupid pads never stay secured on wet skin. I like my manual defibrillator because I am in control the whole time. It may be a bit heavier, but it is so much more reliable. So, I took the bottle next to me and I grabbed the paddles from the bag. I squirted a little conductive gel onto each paddle and gave them a good ol’ rub. I set the energy dial to 100 joules and let it charge. I announced to the world my intentions to shock this woman and went forward with it. I placed the paddles on her chest, one above her chest and one below her chest. I perched my thumbs over the discharge buttons, and pumped 100 joules into the dying woman. Her torso and arms twitched slightly, but nothing happened after. Sudden gasps could be heard from all across the crowd. I charged the unit again, pressing the buttons soon after again. Another twitch, but no response. Another flood of gasps, and then dead silence. I checked her again with my stethoscope, but this time I heard nothing. Nothing at all. Silent as the crowd. It was time to do compressions again.

I crossed my hands and started pumping away on her again. Her lifeless body moved with each push. Her head had slumped to the side from repeated movements and stayed there. Her overall body was getting noticeably more pale. More and more water was slowly seeping out of her airway and onto the towel. My arms were progressively pouncing harder and harder on her. Before I knew it, another round of compressions was completed. I switched over to the ambu bag and gave her another puff. Her stomach rising and descending at my will. I put my stethoscope back onto her, and surprisingly I hear a weak, but erratic beating in her chest. I dropped the bag and grabbed the defibrillator paddles again.

I turned the energy dial further to the right, setting it to 200 joules. I grabbed the bottle of gel again and rubbed another coat on the paddles. I cleared the area once again to try again. Quickly I put the paddles between her breasts and on her left side. I mashed the shock buttons and watched as she jumped about an inch and fell back down. No change at all. I charge the paddles again, quickly dumping another dose of electricity into her heart. I lower my stethoscope onto her again, and it’s just silence. Complete and utter silence. I was starting to lose hope on this lady. I really was, but there were too many people around me to just quit on them now. I had to show them at least an effortful performance.

With some doubt in my mind, I started another cycle of CPR. This time, I pressed on as well as I possibly could. The lady’s whole body was now.reacting to my compressions. Her breasts were steadily bouncing into my rhythmic, hammering hands. I could see her face beginning to start bluing. I didn’t have much time left, so I kept going, with my hands starting to tire out. Just another round and that was it. That was all I could take right now on this burning day. The bluish purple was just beginning to creep in. As I finished another thirtieth compression, I nabbed the ambu bag once more and gave her a pump of air. As the air wooshed into her lungs, I thought I heard sirens. Perhaps someone called an ambulance to the beach. I guess that would be a good idea no matter what happens. I then placed my stethoscope back onto her chest with no expectation once again. A quick listen revealed a struggling, quivering pulse. She really was a fighter, wasn’t she? At least she wasn’t turning any more blurple.

I couldn’t argue with a fibrillating heart, so I grabbed the paddles once again. This time I cranked the dial to 300 joules. I squeezed another dollop of gel on the paddles and made another conductive layer. I told everyone to stay away, urgently. I smacked the paddles onto her frail, but endowed chest, putting the paddles above her left breast and below her right breast. I pushed the buttons on the paddles to shock her again and sent 300 joules directly to her heart. Her reaction was much more pronounced, rising an impressive few inches and crashing back down. Still no response at all after that shock. Charging up again, I then hear the people’s reaction of shock as I shocked her myself again. Her whole body seized as she immediately rose into the air, her attractive body wiggling rather sensually as she hit the sand once more. I grabbed my stethoscope, fully expecting the absence of sound or life to be heard. To my complete surprise, Her heart was beating very strongly. She was still massively arrhythmic, so one more zap couldn’t hurt this situation.

I looked back at the defibrillator real fast. In my raging vortex of a mind, struggling to choose how much energy to hit her with, I just dimed it. 400 joules and charging. The sirens I had heard earlier were quickly getting louder. I ordered everyone to stand back before I zapped her. The whine of the capacitors were the loudest I’ve ever heard them, even in this loud environment. Once the area was clear, I slammed the paddles into the sides of her breasts and jammed in the buttons to shock her, unleashing a full 400 joules through her chest. Almost instantly her whole torso jumped up nearly a foot into the air. All four limbs jerked fiercely and twitched. Her back arched violently with a stunning angle. It felt like I introduced an otherworldly force to her body with the way she reacted so wildly. As she reached her peak in the air, her eyes shot open. A rough, raspy gasp escaped from her lungs as she went on her way down. Her body fell and impacted the sand hard. The impact caused her body to bounce back up and down momentarily like a bouncy ball. Her hair danced and sprawled evenly beneath her. Her breasts bounced and wobbled with tremendous, erotic might. Her thighs also jiggled with dazzling rippling waves. She briefly choked, coughing out the last of the water in her airways. She finally came back from the verge of passing. It had to be the shining miracle of today. She was certainly meant to spring back to life.

Swiftly, I nestled my hand behind her and cradled her head. She then started rapidly gasping for air. I gave her heart another listen and felt her heart beat speedily, but very flawlessly. I asked her if she felt alright, but before she could respond, paramedics were approaching with a gurney. I helped by lifting her up onto the gurney. I gave them a quick brief on what had just occurred and what I did. I witnessed her drowning, extracted her from the waters, and successfully resuscitated her. Before I let them go, I reassured the woman that she would be fine, whispering words of encouragement and praise of her fighting prowess to her. I don’t know if she got the full message, as her body was undoubtedly aching from the trauma. I then watched the paramedics roll her away into the ambulance, most likely never to be seen again.

As the scene deescalated, the crowd dispersed and diminished. The other lifeguards congratulated me on my rescue. I guess I should feel good about that outcome, but something kept me from basking in the glory of that rescue. I guess I kind of got attached to that woman on the beach. Her beauty was exceptionally captivating. Her face, her figure, her luscious hair, and that sparkling bikini she just rocked. The way that she didn’t give out after a couple grueling cycles of resuscitation. Even on the brink of death, she emerged more powerful. She was a marvelous, tough, young girl. I wanted to know if she’d be okay. I wonder if I’ll ever see or hear of her again.

As the day wrapped up, I cleaned my equipment, with no other incidents happening in the evening. I set up a bonfire near the boardwalk, next to my tower. I tossed the towel I saved the woman with, into the bonfire, setting some firewood some people had generously donated for the beach on top of it. I lit the towel up with my lighter and watched the fire spread quickly. Me, the lifeguards and some other people around us got food and returned back to the now full burning bonfire. With a kebab of marshmallows in one hand, and a cantarito in the other, I called a toast. A cheers to all here today, for a long lasting prosperity and a happy life. I took a deep sip, thinking about the woman again, wishing she would be of good health, and continue to do great in this world. I roasted my marshmallows with the radiant warmth of the fire, thinking of her roaring desire to stay alive.

May she be well.

[twopoppies]

Hello...we've chatted before through messages. I work at THE pub. I wanted to share something that happened about a month ago. The latest ex-gf came into the pub with a woman that turned out to be her mum. Apparently she's moved into a rental up the road from the pub. The day they came in..the person I told you was living temporarily in HS's house also popped in. He attempted to introduce himself to her and she was incredibly rude and completely dismissive of him. He walked away from the situation and had a few choice words when he came back to the bar that I don't want to discuss publicly but I think he was puzzled that Harry would be associated with someone like her. I felt awful for him as he's such a genuine lovely person. I saw the anon about her at that film festival and thought...that lines up with this incident and thought I'd share this.

Hello! I’ve been thinking about you lately. Thanks for coming back. This info, coming on the heels of what the Venice Film Festival anon said, is pretty depressing. It really does line up.

I really sad that she’d treat him that way—he does truly seem like such a nice, genuine person. I hate that Harry is connected to people who act so rude and snotty. It’s such a bad look for him.

[truwaifu]

Heartstrings Entangled

Chiyori finally learns the truth about what Nanami and Gojo are to each other. What will she do with this information? 

Chapter four in this series.

Read chapters one, two, and three here

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Chiyori (fxreader)

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: None

After the coffee incident, Chiyori had laid low for about two weeks. She was cordial with everyone and made sure to meet her deadlines. She would see Nanami here and there and give him a small smile or a little wave. Each time he would give her an affirmative nod back. Each time it made her heart skip a beat. 

It was a Wednesday early afternoon when Chiyori heard an all too familiar laugh running through the hallway in the office. Satoru. She checked her phone to see if she had missed a text from him letting her know he was coming. Nothing. How sweet, he’s trying to surprise me. She continued to work for another five minutes while she waited for him to enter but it dawned on her that there was someone else he knew at this office. What a dick. You’ll surprise your boyfriend but you won’t surprise me? Chiyori shot up at the realization that Satoru wasn’t coming to say hi and followed his now stupid and annoying laugh. She saw Nanami’s office door open with Satoru sitting in Nanami’s office chair while Nanami was standing by the large window in his office. She couldn’t take in the beautiful view from his window because she was focused on Namani’s annoyed expression and the way he was methodically rubbing his temples. 

“Not now Gojo, I’m busy.”

“Why do you even keep this job anyway, you hate corporate.” He’s badgering Nanami about work when he’s never had to work a day in his life. Brat.

“So you’ll come see your boyfriend but you won’t come and see me? You wound me.” Both Satoru and Nanami looked up at Chiyori. She couldn’t make out the look Nanami was giving her.

“Chi, baby! I was just going to stop at your office first but you looked so cute focused on your work. I even took a picture, want to see?”

“Oh bite me, you creep.” She knew Satoru took good candid shots but still wanted to give him shit for not coming in and saying hi.

“Want to join us for lunch?” 

“Gojo, no. I told you, I’m busy.” Nanami sounded exhausted.

“You’re always so busy! I never get to see you anymore!” Satoru sounded so whiney even Chiyori began to roll her eyes. 

“You know Nanami-san, if you say yes to lunch now, you’re more likely to satiate him enough to leave you alone for the rest of the afternoon. Then you’ll get some peace until you’re back home with your dearly beloved.” Nanami went to speak but Satoru beat him to the punch.

“Yes, loverboy, just come on!” Satoru grabbed Nanami’s jacket and Chiyori soon found herself sandwiched between them while walking back to her office for her jacket. This would be the first actual conversation she had with Nanami. After the coffee ordeal, she was still unable to meet his eyes. Chiyori was nervous and fidgety in the car ride to the restaurant. 

“Do you need to use the bathroom?” Saturo’s voice came as a surprise to her. 

“What?”

“Stop fidgeting!”

“Right, sorry.” She hadn’t realized her fidgeting had been that noticeable. Chiyori peeked up to the rearview mirror to see Nanami’s gaze on her. She turned her head almost as quickly as she noticed him and sank in her seat. How can she call Satoru her best friend when it’s terribly obvious Chiyori had a crush on his boyfriend. She was starting to think lunch with the two of them was a horrible idea.

The restaurant Satoru chose was close to the office. It had beautiful architecture, tall white ceilings with statue pillars. It seemed very high end and out of place in this busy city but maybe that was the allure. Chiyori felt as though she was in Venice and not Japan. She slid into the booth first and was expecting Satoru to slide in next to her but to her surprise it was Nanami who took a seat. That probably had something to do with Satoru obnoxiously manspreading in his seat causing Nanami to take the next available one. She felt his presence engulf her almost immediately. Chiyori’s body felt on fire next to him, she stared at the menu trying to ground herself. She hadn’t realized she was tapping her feet until Satoru spoke.

“Jeez Chi, are you okay? Why are you so jittery today?”

“Am I?” Chiyori tried to keep her voice level. “I really hadn’t noticed. You know I haven’t had my normal morning gym sessions, that’s probably the cause.” Which technically was the truth. She was still settling in. The waiter came by and asked about their drink order. Nanami and Chiyori ordered water while Satoru ordered grape juice like the man child that he was.

“Why haven’t you been doing your morning workouts?” Satoru pressed.

“I haven’t had the time to find a gym that’s in close proximity to work and my apartment.” Which again, was the truth.

“You could always use the company gym.” She heard the deep timber next to her. Chiyori’s jaw dropped. That was the longest sentence Nanami had ever spoken to her. The realization was evident on her face.

 “Don’t look so shocked. I know how to form full sentences.” She tried to speak but again, Nanami left her speechless. The waiter came back to gather their lunch orders but it was evident the tension was still thick in the air. 

“I told you people would start to come to their own conclusions if you didn’t help guide them, Nanamin.” Satoru teased. “She probably thought you were the office mascot.” Chiyori’s  jaw dropped again but for a different reason. She immediately kicked Satoru in the shin. 

“Did not!” 

“Did not, what are you, 5?” Satoru knew how to press her buttons.

“Oh shut up! I was just taken by surprise because I thought Nanami-san hated me!” It was Nanami’s turn to be shocked. 

“Why would you think that?” If Nanami was hurt, Chiyori couldn’t tell.

“Well, you know, because of him.” She motioned towards Satoru. Nanami just sat there patiently waiting for her to continue.

 “Well because I cockblocked you the first time we met and you probably thought I was trying to steal your man.” Satoru looked like he was about to explode with hysterical laughter while Nanami just glared at him.

“I thought you cleared that up.” Nanami’s voice was barely above a whisper but Chiyori could tell he was mad.

“You see, I meant to but this seemed way more fun.”

“You’re a nuisance.”

“And you’re apparently my lover. Tell me, are you a gentle lover or are you more of a brute in bed?” Nanami was white knuckling his glass.

“Can someone please tell me what is going on?” Before she could get her answer the waiter had brought the food orders to the table. Things were silent for a moment while she waited for someone to speak up. “Well?” Chiyori was growing anxious now.

“By all means, Nanamin, clear the air.” Despite how annoyed Nanami clearly was, Satoru continued to tease him. She looked up at Nanami and the tips of his ears were slightly pink. 

“We’re not together.” She had to strain to hear him.

“Oh, that’s what this was all about? So you guys just sleep together? That’s not a big deal. So you don’t do labels. That’s personally not for me but hey, to each their own.” Satoru was down right hysterical now and Nanami’s ears that were once dusted pink were now flaming red.

“I am not a homosexual, Ms. Shelts. I am a single, straight man.” He emphasized ’single’ to ensure the picture was crystal clear. 

Chiyori dropped her fork. Suddenly the flashbacks of the night they first met, to the coffee incident came rushing back. What she thought were harmless touches between two people could very easily be misconstrued as assault or harassment. At that moment she panicked.

 “I sexually harassed you! Please, report me! Your voice matters, Nanami-san.  I am so sorry!” Her hands were on his biceps. “Oh fuck, I did it again, I swear I am not trying to hit on you. I totally respect your body.”

“Ms. Shelts, please calm down. You’re fine. At first I thought you were teasing Gojo-san but then after the coffee incident it was obvious you were still under the wrong impression.”

Nanami was trying to cover his mouth with his hand but she could see him smiling. “What coffee incident?” Satoru’s voice pulled her gaze away from Nanami. She wasn’t even upset that her outburst had made him smile. She wanted to see him do that more.

 “God, you should see the look on your face!” Satoru continued.

“You should see the look on your face when I beat you to a pulp!” Chiyori hissed at Satoru.

“Oh come on! This was funny!”

“I hate you, Toru”

“Serves you right thinking I would go for someone like him. You and I both know he’s more your type than he is mine.” It was Nanami’s turn to squirm. 

“Oh shut up, must you talk so much?” Chiyori wanted him to drop the subject now that the hot seat was on her.

“Please! Don’t deny it. I saw the way you were practically eye fucking him. Naughty. If he was my boyfriend you would have some serious explaining to do, little lady.”

She wanted to protest but Satoru was right. Chiyori looked down at her half eaten lunch. She had lost her appetite.

“I would’ve never done anything to disrespect you, Toru.”

“Boo, no puppy dog eyes! I’m only teasing you.”

“No but you’re right. Before I knew the truth, it was hard to ignore the long glances… I’m sorry.” Satoru sat up straight and looked at his best friend.

“I’m surprised you’re being this bold with Nanamin still here.” 

It was like a slap in the face. Nanami’s presence slipped her mind. It was hard for Chiyori to focus on anything other than the fact that her loyalty to Satoru had been questioned.

“Fuck. I. Nanamai-san… Please, can we please just forget all this and start over?”

“That would be wise.” His voice was low.

“Friends?” She held out her hand waiting for Nanami to take it. He surprised himself with what came out next. “Friends.” He shook her hand and tried his best to ignore the feeling reeling through his body due to having skin to skin contact with Chiyori. Nanami knew he was screwed because for as composed and as disciplined as he was, he knew he would never be able to say no to anything she would ask of him.

[livewireprojects]

Sonadowtober 2024 Day 3

I dunno if this counts as a sfw thing due to the fact accidental pregnancy comes into play.

Day 3 was accidents I have an oneshot I wanted to work on but it'll take a while so this is taking it's place. I almost wanted to add Commander Towers next to Venice & Silver(like he's just keeping an eye on them while the family goes to deal with Jet) but I gave up after a while, the only reason he was going to be there was because the journal that comes with physical copies of Sonic x Shadow Generation preorders admits Towers was a "happy accident" when explaining why he was even on the Ark.

For context Jet put "happy accident"/"happy accident 2" shirts on Venice & Silver because he thought it'd be funny. Sonic is embarrassed while the rest of his family is ready to strangle a certain bird because it's awkward to talk about.(Mephiles is trying to stay calm because someone needs to keep an eye on Sonic & the kids)

I never really talked about this cause it never came up but Venice & Silver were accidents, Sonic doesn't regret having them & loves his sons but they weren't planned. He ended up having them thanks to two separate incidents were Sonic went with Mephiles or tagged along with Shadow to the same Eggman base. They ended up in a room with a weird cloning machine & then once the whole thing with the machine was over with they had to escape though Shadow destroyed the machine before leaving.

Sonic kind of had a bad experience with this base as Mephiles went missing(thanks to Eggman) after they checked the base out & later learned he was expecting.(Made worse by knowing Mephiles wouldn't leave him) He only went back because he was worried about Shadow & it led to the machine not only being destroyed but having a big fight with Shadow that both regretted later. There's also the fact that after learning he's expecting Silver, Eggman captured him & Venice.

Things worked out but on top of how awkward it is to mention both his sons weren't planned Sonic has some bad memories thanks to the base this all started with. Jet doesn't know this & is about to learn the hard way not to mess with a certain family of hedgehogs.(He should be very lucky Jules didn't find out)

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Venice's shirt: Happy Accident Silver's shirt: Happy Accident 2 Jet gave them the shirts

Shadow: *Heading off to deal with Jet* I'm going to strangle that bird Sonia: *Leaving with Shadow to deal with Jet* I'll help you with that. Pretty sure Manic has a head start.(As in Manic went ahead of them to deal with Jet)

Mephiles who is comforting Sonic: I'll just stay here with Sonic

Sonic is curled up in a ball due to embarrassment & is the embarrassed mother of two very confused hoglets

Link to Sonadowtober theme list

[who1ssheesh]

Paint me burgundy

Pairings: Xanxus x Artist!S/O

Snippets (not really connected) of you both being pseudointellectual snobs. Xanxus likes classics, you like suprematists and other stupid things he doesn't.

Warnings: some suggestive and violent themes, swearing, nor beta-read; self-indulgent, S/O has specific traits. some references are quickly explained right in the text lol just in case, they are marked in a red color. not specified how he met the reader and i dont care much

A/N: first of all, I love to headcanon Xanxus being a fan of classic and very expressive art, and second of all, YES this is a very self-indulgent + YES its Xanxus again + i don't care + L + ratio, at least i had fun. Actually there is also "Paint me azure" with Squalo in my drafts, please please please let me know if i should keep it with an artist s/o or switch to some other artistic skill </3 or maybe that idea is a really bad one to begin with lol

Some would say art for Xanxus is merely a bullet hole in a canvas, but they completely miss the point that he in return to that statement would himself a Lucio Fontana of the mafia world.

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Being raised in a high-society - he would say that word with a snort though - he is around art a lot, and you should give credit to Timoteo who tried to educate his son and open all the possibilities no ordinary man can ever afford.

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Xanxus has such a delicate soul. Like a silk string, tense and easy to rip. Sometimes daydreaming about dying a poetic death to be remembered for generations. "What an artist dies in me", he mutters expressively while smoking a cigarette on a balcony viewing the old Venice.

Quote on an Emperor Nero, said before he died. Known for tyranny, cruelty and debauchery, he had a big passion for art. And still he proved himself as a good ruler until he devolved to despotism and cruelty after his mentor died. Nero delved deeper into art, forgetting about his duties which led to his demise. Emperor found out he was going to be assassinated and said the quote before slitting his throat. Does Xanxus see himself in Nero? Maybe he doesn't want to but he does. A lot.

After that Xanxus laughs. He will not die.

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Xanxus is inevitably intertwined with death. He remembered seeing Caravaggio as a child. A big canvas looking at him threateningly with an unknown feeling of dread, leaving deep red in his memory. Latter works beckon him with the despair hidden in them, and this was the first time in life Xanxus was left...breathless.

Being the famous artist Caravaggio is, his life was filled with tragedies due to his aggressive character. He was exiled from Rome after killing Tomassoni and in the end, though there are a lot of rumors, historians are convinced he was killed by Tomassoni family in revenge. His works after the incident noticeably shift tone.

Xanxus realized he likes burgundy.

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Xanxus develops a taste in a bold art. Something aggressive, not afraid to challenge the viewer. He likes gems that shine silently, being able to catch the eye only of the knowing one who understands its value, not a colored glass attracting every fool with its...vulgarity, i'd say. Xanxus loves himself too much to be surrounded surround with anything but the best.

Still not an "accepting modern art" level of bold art but he will go there if he wants or not.

You haven't considered yourself a suffering artist. It's easier to day that you are not the artist than to spend all the money you have on a way too expensive materials to profit...nothing. You could leave that a little cozy dream to achieve in life - to have a small studio of your own.

But for now you can appreciate the art of the greatest. Or so you think, because a bored Xanxus accidentally turned out to be in a museum right next to you in contrary thinks you're an idiot.

"You're looking at a fucking black square", he says almost disgusted for no reason.

"Well, you're looking at me looking at a black square. Who's better?"

Xanxus barks a laugh.

"What's the point though?"

"You want a boring one or a funny one?"

"I'm too sober for a boring one."

"Imagine it's like...a background of a Caravaggio painting. You're standing your back to the main painting and looking at the blackness. You know what I mean?"

Xanxus smirks.

"Let's go."

"Where?"

"I need a shot before I hear your other bullshit."

A manifesto. Suprematism being the new step for the philosophy of things - exploring not the outer shape but the true meaning of it. A simple square being the beginning of all shapes. "A quadrangle", you call it. "It's a square, you idiot", Xanxus tells you. The first name being the quadrangle because there were no right angles to show a dynamic form in a static quadrangle, you explain. Xanxus doesn't answer not knowing if it's fucking stupid or equally genius. Black square for economy, red for revolution and white for a pure action, which one would be you?

"Red", Xanxus says confidently.

"Why not all of them? If you mix them all...let's roughly say it's something pretentious like burgundy".

He likes that. Why choose when Xanxus can have all. And he likes burgundy. A lot. Maybe he even could like suprematism with your bullshit. He doesn't like economy at all though, but the sound of having all at the same time is good.

Xanxus has never gave a shit about architecture. His architecture is having a lavish house and a comfortable expensive bed to fall asleep after too much drink. Or work. Or both. Not long ago having you in the bed naked was added to that wish list.

But "never have a shit" doesn't equal to "never knew".

"I would make a fucking impluvium in m'house", he lazily gesticulates a square while comically standing in the center of your small apartment which, you feel, has Xanxus as a pretty much a resident. You're not sure how to hide an absurd ton of alcohol from your visiting family and friends or what to do with his sour strong cologne trail. But should you bother at that point?

"Why?", you snort.

"Why the fuck not?", he moves closer with hand in his pockets and jokingly threatens you. "To be filled with the blood of virgins or sum, duh".

Your laugh fills the room, and Xanxus feels at peace. Sort of, he still doesn't have an impluvium filled with the blood of a hundred virgins.

Xanxus is fully aware you are an artist of a huge potential. He pretends he didn't see your albums here and there filled with his sketchy portraits, and deep down he can't understand how you...like him so much? How you notice small useless things to the point of learning exact pattern of his scars and somehow also add some shitty sappy poetic-my-ass comparisons.

So judging that he was expecting something pompous of you for his birthday, especially after his "Just do me all cool in a suit, naked whores here and there, dead Sawada on the wall instead of a tiger skin and Squalo on his knees.", and still he is convinced that is going to be your life masterpiece, a magnum opus.

But here he is, Lussuria showing him an unpacked painting of... a burgundy square. Some of the guests starts whispering that it's some mockery.

"Boss, it's a square of all things?"

"It's a quadrangle, you idiot".

Just in a couple of days there is a bullet hole in the painting, but you would be not a xanxus-said-idiot but a real one to expect something different from your pretty extravagant man.

No matter how hard some people try to hide it - Fran was too late with his illusions, Lussuria was scared for your "soft" heart and it feels like even Squalo has some pity towards you - you're still here, looking at the ruined canvas with...not sadness.

"I like that", your eyes shine while looking at whatever you can call it now. "Ever thought about Lucio Fontana? He was the first one to use canvas as a piece of work itself, not as a base for the art. Aggressive and not afraid to challenge the old ways, isn't that Xanxus as a whole?"

"He used a sword to cut the canvas, duh!" Squalo screamed while taking his leave clearly being offended with that comparison.

Since that day if someone says art for Xanxus is merely a bullet hole in a canvas, but they completely miss the point that he in return to that statement would himself a Lucio Fontana of the mafia world.

He doesn't give a shit who he is and doesn't understand whatever the hell he did. but at least rich idiots believe when he says it's some extremely expensive unique art piece.

He has his own manifesto in a way.

[wildissylupus]

is there anything more about the talon agents? (reaper, sombra, widowmaker, moira)

The first information in the book about any Talon member is techinally Sigma, as his reasearch into Gravity was a key instument in everyone surviving the Crisis. Not only that but it was also instrumental in creating a more sustainable society for the Overwatch Universe. You know the hoverbikes and flying cars we see in universe? Those are there because of Sigma's reasearch.

The next ones we hear about are Reaper/Gabriel Reyes and Akande (Doomfist: The Successor).

The first thing we actually learn about Doomfist is the history of the name "Doomfist", specifically the first ever Doomfist and how he was not only the inspiration for Overwatch but also refused to join the original strike team, choosing to stay and protect Nigeria. Next is stuff we already know about Akande but in more detail.

Same goes for Moira but interestingly, in universe the writers of the book were conflicted on whether to add her or not. She was only added because of her role in the Venice Incident.

As for Reyes we actually find out a lot, which I will freak out about in another post but we there is a lot of information about how he handled things during the Crisis, his dynamic with other OW members, the way he acted during the fall of Overwatch. Things like that.

As for Widow and Sombra, Amelie Lacroix is briefly mentioned, as is Los Muertos, but other than that there isn't a lot. Which makes sense as this book is an in universe history book. Which means that little would be know about Sombra or Widow when it comes to the general public.

[oathholder0]

i love her, so here's a Moira appreciation post and some headcanons

She's talented as hell. Looking at her sprays and voice lines it's evident that she: Can speak multiple languages, can juggle, can play the fiddle, can bake, can probably sing (please refer to her fiddle spray it looks like she's singing, lemme live my life).

Went to Trinity College for her undergrad and masters then took the opportunity to undertake her doctorate at Oxford.

Had to move back to Ireland after the Venice Incident for legal reasons and administrative reasons. That, due to her financial situation and 'fall from grace', was #traumatic.

She is naturally more reserved and cold but mostly that is a persona for professional reasons and her having extreme trust issues. She gives off the vibe that if there was a person she was really close to she'd let her walls down a bit and is just sweet and dorky.

Lesbian.

Closed herself off from ever being in a serious relationship.

I also love the fact that she has over 30 years worth of experience in the field of genetics.

I will say it again I am a sweet Moira truther ok, she's a diddums.

She took a long time to adjust to the sudden success of becoming a minister after all those years of being scorned. It was anxiety inducing and stressful for her at first but eventually went to her head and now her ego has returned full force from the days of university.

For all the reason that she can be genuinely nice, I am not denoting that she can be cruel and egotistical. She's a human alright, she's not ALL good and there's no need to demonise her for being that.

Having said that she still is a leader of a terrorist organisation lol.

Her favourite colour is not purple.

Has killed and isn't afraid to do it again under a military context. Retribution anyone.

I am a firm believer in the fact that Moira if pressed could win in a fight. Or at least try her best.