Bob Is The Babiest Of Babies, Leave Him Out Of This

Something interesting about this season, is that the Young Wolf still feels guilt over what happened to Cayde. The Nightmare of Uldren very directly speaks to the Young Wolf, and taunts them.

Uldren:

And because the YW doesn’t speak, Eris does.

Eris:

But his lies do. The Young Wolf still doesn’t know what happened between Cayde’s stunt, and when they found him broken and dying on the ground. We don’t know how much pain he was in in those final moments, or how painful it is to lose our Ghost. To build on that thought, this conversation between Crow and Eris.

Crow:

Eris:

So the Nightmare of Uldren telling the YW that Cayde screamed, reached out for his Ghost and begged? That’s not necessarily a memory, or even true. That’s what the Guardian imagined, what they feared Cayde went through in his final moments. The worst way to die to them. Screaming in pain, begging for your now-dead constant companion for help. 

It’s not what we, the player saw. We saw Cayde go to his final death with a sense of resolve. We saw him take each painful blow, we never saw him scream or beg. It’s all what the Young Wolf fears Cayde went through, because they weren’t fast enough. 

Let Me Keep You

notes: genji x gender neutral s/o

written in: english, not adapted to any other language (2/06/2023)

genre: angst with comfort, happy ending.

additional details: s/o / reader will be a support character, abilities are similar to ana but with lucio’s mobility. healing is done in the form of bullets from two handguns.

the mission was meant to be relatively simple. it was a quick mission, get in and get out. blood stained their face, covering the concrete and their hands. gods, it was all over them. the blood and gore of a poor sniper lying on the ground, eyes lifeless and unseeing. their pistols laid on the ground, long since discarded as they had finished the kill. they had slaughtered this poor, poor person; all with their own hands.

white noise filled their head, static pitching in and out of their ears. they couldn’t hear anything, they couldn’t even see. the only thing they saw was that sniper who hadn’t had a single clue what was about to happen. a finger on the trigger, they hadn’t expected the attack, their rifle discarded as they fought for their life. (name) had never taken a life. despite working for a hospital turned vigilante, their foundation had been against slaughter.

crumbling to their knees, the medic clawed at their arms. blood that belonged to the long deceased covered their torso, their very face. they had taken the life of someone who had likely had children; kids who would wonder where their parent had gone. or perhaps, that sniper had been like them. a street urchin taken off the roads and forced to fight with a gun they never learned to use.

abruptly, a figure pulled them into their lap. a shriek erupted from their lips, tearing at the arms holding them so securely around the waist. yanking and clawing at those mechanical arms, it felt like they had been snatched up from the water they were drowning in. breathing raggedly, their eyes looked around the empty street, taking in the insignias of fallen talon soldiers and the overwatch members standing tall. the figure made no noise, only pulling their head to rest against their chest. the shocking cold of machinery helped to ground them, their desperate clawing slowly giving in to the embrace.

sobs emit from their chest, a guttural cry wanting so badly to just escape. “i didn’t- i swear, i swear- i didn’t kill them, i didn’t! i’m not a murderer, i promise-! i promise, i didn’t- i never meant to kill them!”

the arms around them remain there, but something cold gently pressed against the top of their head. the gentle humming of machinery seemed to lull them, warbling cries turning only to quiet murmurs. rambling phrases of guilt and horror slowly became silent. after a long while of gentle sniffles, they finally spoke, “what did you want to be when you grew up?”

it was a voice that the medic hadn’t expected. a gentle voice of a man long scorned, a thick accent covering each syllable. their hands rested atop his arms, quietly tracing the different cracks and scratches in the armor. they hesitated for a long moment, gathering their thoughts.

“i wanted to be a doctor,” they responded. a hum was what they got in response, though one of the arms slowly released them. taking one of their hands in his, he carefully runs a thumb over their knuckles. hands covered in blood, they tried to snatch their hand from him, only for his grip to tighten.

“tell me more. i want to know more about what you wanted. did you have a specific idea of what kind of doctor you wanted to be?”

they paused for a long while, watching as he carefully ran his thumb along their hand. after another minute, he pulled away, returning only with a small wipe. vaguely, they wondered if he carried them around just for this situation. was he, too, stained with the crimson ichor of others? running the wipe along their hands and arms, they slowly found the strength to speak. “i wanted to help people.”

“a noble cause, i see. am i right in assuming that you think it isn’t possible, now that you’ve taken your first life?” it felt magnetizing but appalling all the same. feeling so seen, yet by someone who’s face they’d never tried to look at. they glance up, meeting a fully metallic figure. a green visor replaced where his eyes would be, yet if possible, they could feel the gentle and genuine care he extended.

“you’d be correct. it would be difficult to save lives if you can just as easily take them.” a hum of understanding. the fingers of startling cold slowed, the wipe resting in his left hand. pausing for a long while, he gauged his words. “you are not irredeemable for taking a life. you may not have realized, but for taking it from them, you saved another’s. there are people down there that i am rather fond of… that would have been unable to escape the sniper.”

the silence was loud. as the man’s grip fell from their hand, it instead began to trace circles in their wrist. a gentle sigh escaped the visor, the front of it resting against the top of their head. “…if you would be open to it, i can make a recommendation to take you with us. with overwatch, i mean. there are people who can help you. who have helped me, even. i don’t doubt that you can forgive yourself with their aid.”

they stared forwards for a long moment, turning around in his grip to stare back at the people below the vantage point. overwatch soldiers helping to cover the dead, most even helping the civilians. they watch as a woman with brunette hair vanished for a second, reappearing cradling a child covered in dirt and grime. an omnic below them was helping to ease a woman’s sorrows, not touching her but instead speaking in words they couldn’t quite hear. their gaze locked with a man staring at them, dark eyes merely observing with something akin to pity and sympathy.

“…i’ll think on it. at least keep my name in mind though, at least until i’m ready for that recommendation.” their hand gently squeezed his arm, glancing up at him. he tilted his head, shoulders seeming to slump a bit. “of course, though i’d need that name to even bring you up.”

“(name), but i’ve been called miracle too by the foundation.” the man nods, contemplating for a long moment. with one more circle rubbed into the back of their hand, he stood, carefully settling them onto their feet once more. he backed away with a slight lingering touch. “should you ever find our headquarters and take me up on the offer, you may say that shimada genji recommended you.”

a nod, and he vanished. a piece of paper fell, caught between your fingertips. “find where the water and rocks meet, ever fighting and ever learning.” a riddle, then? this would prove to be fun, hopefully.

seeing him again was not something they expected. biding their time, sitting in the foundation and learning, they grew. they wouldn’t make the same mistakes as before, their mind and instincts sharpened. now, as they stood in the central part of kanezaka, they waited. just as they had been doing for the past six months, they waited amongst the shadows for the time to strike.

then, just as intended, the sky fell. machinery and mechanical whirling filled the air and the streets, destroying everything in sight. peeling themselves off the wall and ensuring their skates were in place, they smirked. their intel wasn’t ever wrong when it came to finishing up the omnic crisis. darting out from the alleyway, they skated ahead, peeling along the fronts of stores as they approached the army.

with a cry of war, they launched themselves forwards. their dual pistols blazing, they slipped in between attacks and falling parts. fighting omnics was something much more their style, the bloodshed being something that they’d never grow accustomed to. it was one thing destroying non-sentient omnics and another to slaughter people, after all. abruptly, their wrist was snatched. with a yelp, they were thrown through the air.

a pair of hands grabbed them around the waist, eerily familiar but ever present. the gentle questioning of a certain accent filled their ears. “do you typically get yourself into danger like this? i thought we learned from last time.” a laugh bubbled from their lips, patting one of his hands as he set them down.

“perhaps, but it’s fun regardless. do you typically follow me around in case i’m in some kind of trouble, mister shimada?” the stiffening of his shoulders served as their answer. with another laugh, they turned to the growing army of omnics. cracking their neck left and right, the medic straightened their back.

“i hope you all have room for another doctor on your team, dear.” a gentle rumble of surprised laughter. “then i certainly hope you can keep up, hanii.”

When You’re Feeling Sad - Cassidy, Genji, Lucio, Ramattra, Zenyatta

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x gn! reader, Genji Shimada x gn! reader, Lucio Correia dos Santos x gn! reader, Ramattra x gn! reader, Zenyatta x gn! reader

Genre: fluffy headcanons

Summary: how they would treat you when you’re feeling sad

CW: feelings of sadness, hormones, feeling down, talking about feelings, emotional intimacy, the boys trying to cheer you up in their own ways

having a bit of a rough day and I needed some fluff with my favorite boys so here we are :) kinda similar to this, but oh well

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Cassidy:

honestly isn’t great when it comes to feelings

but especially not great with his own

one of his biggest love languages is gift giving so whenever you’re sad he’ll just give you stuff 

a cupcake from that place you’ve been wanting to try, a limited edition of your favorite book 

he’s not against some quality time sitting down with you either 

if you want to talk about your feelings, he’ll listen, but he probably won’t say much in return 

not that he’s not listening, because trust me, he is

he just isn’t sure what to say and doesn’t want to risk upsetting you more

so instead he’ll respond with slight touches 

a squeeze to the hand for reassurance, a kiss on the forehead 

once you start to feel better, he’ll propose a pyjama party and movie marathon 

and he’ll watch whatever movie you choose with a smile on his face bcs he knows it’ll make you happy

Genji:

pretty well adjusted when it comes to emotions 

he learned from the best after all

insanely good listener 

like can sit there and listen to you talk for hours to try and understand what you’re feeling 

very good at empathising with you too

will hold your hand and rub his thumb against your palm 

makes sure to keep you well hydrated and well fed

he’s not the best cook given he spent most of his youth on more important things (like being a slut) 

so he’ll probably just order you your favorite takeout 

he’ll tell you stories of his youth just to make you laugh even if he’s embarrassed as hell about it

makes sure you feel loved and understood because he never wants you to feel alone

Lucio:

silly little music man 

he will do anything it takes to cheer you up

probably plays you a song on his guitar or something and changes lyrics to be silly/fit you 

his first instinct is to always make you laugh 

but he realizes that isn’t always what you need 

so he’ll put the guitar away and settle down with you

grabs your hands and says something like 

“let’s talk this out” 

let’s you vent whatever you’re feeling (or not feeling) 

and does his absolute best to listen even tho he isn’t always great at it 

your ability to express emotions has always been something he’s admired about you

and is one reason why you’ll forever be his muse 

and he makes sure you know it so you’ll never feel embarrassed to cry in front of him 

Ramattra:

he’s an absolute brick wall when it comes to human things

but especially feelings 

he can’t experience the full calibre of emotions that humans do so it’s hard for him to comprehend them 

still, he hates seeing you upset and in pain, so he’ll try almost anything to cheer you up 

he can’t exactly fight your feelings so he settles on a more…pacifist approach 

probably asks Zen what to do lol 

treads very lightly with you and is super careful not to invalidate whatever you’re feeling 

goes for physical comfort before anything 

wraps you up in a blanket and holds you in his lap

he’ll even put his work away and let you cuddle up to him for as long as you need

weird but I feel like he would rock you?? 

just something soothing he’s seen other humans do and figures it might help 

it does

once you feel better he is super flustered about being so vulnerable 

Zenyatta:

as soon as he notices you getting sad and mopey, he’s on it 

brews you a kickass cup of tea and probably makes you some comfort food 

even tho he’s an omnic he’s a surprisingly good cook 

brings you a mug of tea and a steaming plate of momos and settles in bed with you 

even if he can’t feel emotions to the calibre you do, he’s still an empath and hates seeing you like this 

let’s you lay on his lap and relax and talk it out 

probably reads one of your favourite books with you

or if you can’t focus you guys will watch something in bed 

strokes your hair and talks to you in his soothing voice 

will comfort you through whatever you are dealing with 

whether it’s something silly or something serious, your emotions are not something he takes lightly

Watercolor Cayde-6 

The Thirteen Prime Zodiac

In my Embers-verse Cybertron has a pretty long history, which I’m still fleshing out, a part of that is a zodiac based on the Thirteen Primes!

By the time that the Cybertronian Autobot-Decepticon War, a.k.a. The Great War, occurs the Thirteen Primes & anything associated with them are largely considered to be myth & legend.

The Thirteen Zodiac is considered to be archaic & is largely disregarded, though there are certain groups who still pay it mind. Amongst these interested groups are scholars, the religious, mystic enthusiasts, & fans of the legends of The Thirteen.

It was once believed that a newspark’s personality and fate could be predicted through the star sign they had been born under. The star signs are as follows:

Prima - The Judge

Vector Prime - The Tempest

Alpha Prime - The Scribe

Solus Prime - The Forgemaster

Micronus Prime - The Loyal

Alchemist Prime - The Wizard

Nexus Prime - The Guardian

Onyx Prime - The Masked

Amalgamous Prime - The Trickster

Quintus Prime - The Traveler

Liege Maximo - The Deceiver

 Megatronus - The Fallen

Thirteen - The Forgotten

Below is a brief description of a few traits associated with each sign. More in depth writing concerning the traits and fates associated with each sign will come soon! As well as information concerning which signs belong to notable Cybertronians!

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Love LOVE your Hazard x reader stories. <333 If I may request something... how about Hazard and reader go out on a lil dinner date? Mayhaps with a kiss at the end? I think Hazard's reaction can be quite funny depending to what kind of restaurant they go to :D

First Date

Hazard x Reader [REQUEST]

A/N: Honestly I set the scenario to be somewhere fancy since the more that I thought about it the more a bit funny it got. Just a big ol nervous punk man, in a fancy restaurant trying to impress his date.

Summary: You and Hazard have been going back and forth with some flirting, until he decides to take the big step and take you out.

Hazard wasn’t the type to hesitate. He was bold, cocky, and always quick with a flirty quip that made your cheeks burn and your heart race. But when he finally asked you out after weeks of playful banter, it was surprisingly awkward.

“So, uh… ye wanna grab dinner sometime? Like, proper dinner, no’ just chips at the pub” he’d blurted out one evening, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets and his usual smirk faltering.

You’d teased him, of course—how could you not? But the pink creeping up his ears had been endearing enough for you to say yes.

Now, standing outside your apartment on the night of your first date, Hazard looked downright nervous. His usual swagger was still there, but it was muted. His foot tapped against the ground, and he kept adjusting his jacket as though it didn’t sit right. When you stepped out, his head snapped up, and he gave you a lopsided grin.

“Ach, look at ye” he said, his voice just a bit too casual. “All dolled up an’ ready tae make me look bad.”

“Maybe you’re just nervous” you teased, locking the door behind you.

“Nervous? Me? Aye, right.” He scoffed, but his laugh was a little too quick, and he avoided your gaze. “Let’s jus’ get goin’, aye?”

You’d chosen a small Italian restaurant, thinking the warm lighting and cozy vibe would ease any tension. But as soon as you stepped inside, you noticed Hazard stiffen. He looked around, eyes darting from the checkered tablecloths to the shelves of wine bottles.

“Bloody hell” he muttered under his breath. “This is… fancy.”

“It’s not that fancy” you said, leading him to your table. “Come on, sit. It’s just dinner.”

He sat, slouching slightly in his chair and grabbing the menu like it was a lifeline. But instead of reading it, he just stared, his brow furrowed.

“Ye ever think they make these menus complicated on purpose?” he asked, pointing at a random word. “What’s a… car-bon-air-a? Sounds like a bloody car part.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s pasta. Want me to order for you?”

“Aye, might as well. Dinnae want tae end up wi’ somethin’ I cannae pronounce.”

You ordered for both of you—gnocchi for him, carbonara for yourself—and Hazard leaned back in his chair, trying to look relaxed. But his fingers tapped against the table, and his knee bounced under it.

“So” you said, resting your chin on your hand. “You’re really nervous, huh?”

His head shot up, and his cheeks flushed slightly. “What? Naw. I’m just... thinkin’. About how tae top this date when ye inevitably want another one.”

“Oh, inevitably?” you teased. “Confident, aren’t you?”

His smirk returned, though it was weaker than usual. “Fake it till ye make it, eh?”

When the food arrived, Hazard’s nerves seemed to ease a bit. He took a cautious bite of the gnocchi, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly masked his reaction.

“Alright” he said, pointing at you with his fork. “This is no’ bad. Ye’ve got decent taste, I’ll give ye that.”

“Glad you approve” you said with a grin.

As the night went on, the conversation flowed easier. Hazard’s stories—full of his usual charm and mischief—had you laughing until your sides hurt. You could see him relax little by little, the fidgeting fading as he leaned into the moment.

By the time dessert arrived, Hazard was back to his usual self, teasing you about how seriously you were enjoying your tiramisu.

“Ye’ve got cream on yer lip” he said, smirking.

“No, I don’t” you shot back, wiping at your mouth.

“Aye, ye do.” He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand. “Want me tae get it for ye?”

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Outside, the air was crisp and cool, and Hazard walked beside you with his hands shoved in his jacket pockets. The streetlights cast a warm glow, and the quiet night felt almost surreal after the lively energy of the restaurant.

“You had fun” you said, breaking the silence.

“Aye” he admitted, glancing at you. “Ye dinnae make it easy, though. Couldnae tell if ye were serious half the time or just takin’ the piss.”

You stopped walking, turning to face him. “Hazard.”

“What?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

Instead of answering, you stepped closer and kissed him. It was soft but firm, lingering just long enough for him to register what was happening. His breath hitched, and for a moment, he froze, as if he couldn’t believe it.

When you pulled back, Hazard stared at you, his lips slightly parted and his cheeks flushed. “Oh…wow okay—” he muttered, a hand rising to touch his mouth.

“Does that answer your question?” you asked, grinning.

He blinked, then laughed—a warm, genuine sound that made your heart skip a beat. “Aye, it does.”

As the two of you started walking again, Hazard glanced at you, his smirk returning. “Ye know, if this is yer way o’ sayin’ ye’d go out wi’ me again, ye could’ve just told me.”

“But this was more fun” you said, bumping your shoulder against his.

“Aye, I’ll give ye that” he said, grinning. “But next time, I’m pickin’ the spot. Gotta make sure ye know what ye’re missin’ wi’ all this posh food.”

“Next time, huh?”

He winked, his nerves finally gone. “Oh, there’ll be a next time. Dinnae think ye’re gettin’ rid o’ me that easy.”

As you walked together into the night, you couldn’t help but smile. For all his bravado and nerves, Hazard had made the evening unforgettable—and you couldn’t wait to see where things would go from here.

“Will you marry me?” - “Yes, of course, I will.”

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Bayber boy son man

Egg Hunter ✨🥚✨

Sparks

You didn’t understand why Winston insisted on you and Genji doing missions together. At first, you were just confused. Genji was fast, and agile, and quiet. And you, while fast enough you suppose, were loud and conspicuous. Genji was a quiet breeze that swept in the storm clouds and you were quite literally the lightning that followed. Flash shouldn’t follow subtlety.

But Genji was so kind, and so gentle, and so encouraging. You became confused about other things. About Life. About Luck. About Love.

You tried really hard not to think about love.

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