I Will Unmake You

Your injuries are fascinating... (An independent Moira O'Deorain roleplay blog. Anons, cross fandom and OC interaction welcome! I tag/readmore triggers. NSFW is reblogged to my sideblog aninterestinghypothesislewd. Mun is 21.)

[aninterestinghypothesis]

//I know ive been on hiatus for about 3 weeks but *backflips into the sun*

I'll probably start replying to things again soon replies will probably be short and sweet tho lmao

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[aninterestinghypothesis]

Gives Moira a collar for Christmas

She looks over the item for several moments, unblinking, expression largely unreadable. After some time, she turns to her, an incredulous smile on her face. "Dear, I hope my present includes you wearing the for me."

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A gift is sent to Moira! It's wrapped in purple paper with a small bow on the top! On the tag: "To the science lady with the odd-coloured eyes! love Hammond!" ... Inside was a rather childish DIY science kit you'd kind down a supermarket... But he did include some treats and snacks with it!

She quickly scans the note and laughs lightly, her amusement only furthered by the contents of the gift. It's a little concerning that he somehow acquired her address, but a handwritten correspondence is nonetheless sent in return.

"Dear Hammond,

Thank you for the present. I will ensure it is put to good use. Please find a gesture of my gratitude enclosed with this message.

~Moira."

A small package would be enclosed, including a small loaf of barmbrack and some other assorted snacks.

[aninterestinghypothesis]

There's a large box on Moira's desk. There were a few breathing holes. On the inside was Sombra curled up in the box. She was second guessing this idea. Sombra had a large purple bow on her head and work her purple pajamas.

She approached the box with a certain trepidation, considering it as she slowly approached. Were those... Breathing holes? She hoped it wasn't another dog, she had quite enough with the two she had already. Slowly, she grasped the lid to the box and opened it a sliver, peering into the darkness inside.

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@aninterestinghypothesis

he has some mild concerns

[winters-dragotan]

And finally my Moira drawing is complete! 

[muggertime]

we could have had it all

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Visit Original Link

one day i’ll actually finish a song rather than start a new one but

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Visit Original Link

fun but loud

[aninterestinghypothesis]

🎁

The compact black box was wrapped in a single gold ribbon and deposited in her room by unknown means. Upon investigation, she would discover it contained a custom revolver, pearl handled and gold-trimmed, with an ornate engraving of Fareeha Amari etched across the short barrel in script. A note was deposited within its box, under a black leather holster and a box of shiny bullets.

"I know you have plenty of firepower at your disposal darling, but this one is different. For sport, when you need to unwind. My aim is a bit shite, but perhaps we can sneak into the shooting range one of these days and you can give me a few pointers.

Love, Moira."

[aninterestinghypothesis]

🎁

When she entered her office, she would find a certain package had been left upon her desk, a sizable basket with a shimmery red ribbon upon it, housing an assortment of exotic comestible items. Boxes of multiple varieties of Swiss chocolate truffles, fine South American coffees, some Italian wine. Fresh cherries, Afghan teas, and a tin of caviar. Surrounded by these and other fine snacks and sweets was a central item, a large bottle of fine Irish Uisce Beatha, the alcohol a pale, lively amber in color. A small note was attached to the handle of the basket.

"All work and no play makes Angie a dull girl. Remember to take a break once in a while to unwind, darling.

~Moira

PS: Call me if you'd like me to teach you how to make a killer Irish Coffee.

[aninterestinghypothesis]

🎁

A deep purple box sat at the foot of the door to her dormitory, awaiting her arrival. Upon closer inspection, she would find it contained what seemed to be a sleek and expensive hair dryer, fitted with a variety of intricate attachments and including several settings. A small note was attached:

"My dear Widowmaker,

I cannot for the life of me imagine that it is practical to keep your hair at that length, but I cannot say it doesn't suit you. Perhaps this will be of some assistance with maintaining your preferred aesthetic.

~Moira."

[aninterestinghypothesis]

On mobile but Angela would love a gift from her favorite geneticist >:3

A pale gold package would sit upon her desk, within which an esoteric object rested. It was a small puzzle box, recognizable as such after it's extraction from the padded cardboard package, made of intricately cut dark wood, inlaid with an elaborate gold filigree, the two materials forming a combination of decorative and complex interlocking mechanical elements of the puzzle. The attached note would read:

"This took me an hour and thirty-seven minutes to solve. Let me know if, in all your brilliance, you can beat my time.

-you-know-who"

Ultimately, if some careful fiddling on her part was provided, the puzzle's innermost compartment would have sprang open, revealing it's contents. A small dove, carefully folded out of white paper, and a brief, cursive inscription in the wood.

"Love, Moira."

[oneeyedsharpshooter]

Reblog if it's alright for your muse to be given Christmas presents by other people's muses

[aninterestinghypothesis]

//Taking a couple days break from threads for the holidays BUT drop a 🎁 in my asks for Moira to pick out a present for your muse >:3c

[aninterestinghypothesis]

Jordan had sat herself down in a desk chair as she messed around with a beaker "You chill with a lab partner?"

Moira bristled visibly as she entered her lab and some… unfamiliar woman was there, the geneticist lashing out to snatch the beaker out of her hand. “Who the hell are you? Did security let you in here? I swear, I’m going to kill every one of those idiots.”

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Moira smirked, moving toward the other woman, lingering a bit too close for comfort and giving her a cursory once-over while claiming the samples she had been working on in her hands. She moved away, isolated and sealed the smaples into certain sections within her esoteric looking device before activating it. "Tell me, Jordan, are you squeamish about needles?" She said, tone light and conversational, though the words themselves rang rather ominously.