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//Still dead and overworked but I have a plot idea that won’t go away because i love eldritch horror au’s.
Eldritch-horror-wrangler-Lena-Oxton.
Tracer bringing back ‘friends’ when she dips into the slipstream. There being bets on if the girlfriend is Something Else. Lena just Knowing(tm) things.
I want Tracer to be a traveler through Carcossa and blithely dragging her friends, coworkers and enemies through it with her. Just hard left at Lovecraft and straight up to the Yellow King’s front door.
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“ i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be. ”
“Oh, my dear.” Emily gingerly wrapped an arm around the doctor, pulling her in for a loose hug. Lena had spoken of Dr. Zeigler before, often with high praise and some amount of technical jargon that Emily didn’t quite follow. She wasn’t sure if it was medical or science or a combination of both. She just knew that it might have something to do with the slipstream project and might have been related to Overwatch. Maybe. Or maybe she misunderstood completely. Either way, Lena had lofty and lovely words for the other woman.
Which was why Emily had taken her out for drinks. To get to know her. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea. Her version of comforting was with a cup of Family Recipe Lemon Tea. She couldn’t very well go back to the kitchen and make a cup of tea around the chefs. Then again, it wouldn’t be the first time she had done that.
Instead, she just gave Angela another squeeze.
“Do you want to talk about it?” “If not, I have a contacts list with a lot of single people in it, and access to Lena’s contacts, too.”
sitting on the couch drinking lemon tea, “ive missed this.” ;; it’s a CALMNESS he’s been SORELY LACKING--the two sit shoulder-to-shoulder on emily’s couch, hands warmed by mug & air fresh with the scent of lemon tea. the PEACE is a BLESSED respite, & for the first time in a WHILE, as he ALWAYS is in her presence, jack feels CONTENT. “..i’ve missed this.”
“I’ve missed this too. It feels like it’s been months.”
It honestly feels like it’s been a year- possibly longer. She sighs and leans against him. There’s been so much going on and well. They both lead... interesting lives.
“So, before I regale you with stories involving getting Robby past airline security, how about you update me on your life? I’m sure you could slide me some tips about smuggling things past people, right?”
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“ i wish i knew how to talk about it. ” “ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ” “ i don’t want to be alone anymore. ” “ i wish i could hate you. ” “ take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while. ” “ i need you to trust me. ” “ i missed/miss you. ” “ she/he won’t listen to me. ” “ let me do this for you. please. ” “ is there anything else you want to say to me? ” “ tell me something happy. ” “ promise me. ” “ i just want/wanted to help. ” “ let me explain. ” “ i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me. ” “ i’m on your side. ” “ i’ve got your back, okay? ” “ please, tell me you have a plan. ” “ stay with me tonight. ” “ don’t go. please. ” “ i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be. ” “ talk to me. ” “ i did what i had to do. ” “ we can’t keep going on like this. ” “ i’m just tired. ” “ i’m scared. ” “ it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it. ” “ it’s better to expect disappointment. ” “ hope is dangerous. ” “ i like seeing you smile. ” “ you look beautiful. ” “ be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ” “ i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “ i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up. ” “ have a drink with me. ” “ she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice. ” “ you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “ can i help you? ” “ i thought you’d like this. ” “ do you wanna get out of here? ” “ walk with me? ” “ well, shit. ”
//inbox call!
//I think I’m going to overhaul Emily, and add a side blog for other character’s I’ve played (such as Ana, the noodle dragons, etc) for other shenanigans.
// any suggestions on a different job? I tend to lean towards nurse/medic because well, that’s how I always lean with characters. Other thoughts are: flight attendant, translator, sketchy and vague ‘consultant’, event coordinator,
Can you draw Tracer and Emily?
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Of all the-
When Nneoma and Genji had told her last night that she COULD not parkour, she clearly didn’t listen.
She also didn’t remember much aside from some ill-advised runs through a park, three dogs, two bobbies, what might have been an alien, maybe a few-
Oh hell she did remember all of it.
“I think you probably should. If it’s just bruised, it shouldn’t be too terrible but I might still have gravel in some of my shoulder.”
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“MEiiiiiiiiiii love me.” “I’ve been so neglected.” “utterly alone. Bereft.”
“Stuck in a broom closet for three months.” “fixing a conversion error-” “Utterly tragic.”
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“Pho, Luv- help me. I’m wasting away.” “it’s tragic. Tell Lena I love her.”
“Please feed my cat.”
“I bequeath my spice rack to you.”
“And my paper star collection.”
If Emily collapses dramatically into your lap and lets out a dramatic noise...
She’s fine.
She’s being a big baby.
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a peacock feather trailing down her lower arm. its meaning is more shallow than it initially appears – at first she has it done because it looks prettier against the cold, jagged tattoos meant to cover electricity scars. but, as time wears on, it becomes a reminder of the civilian that tugs at her icy heartstrings. emily.
the tattoo is black, but so different compared to the nightmare that resides on her other arm. it’s soft, something she could cover up with her gauntlet at a moment’s notice. something she wishes to protect and keep hidden, much like the firey redhead that always seemed to quell the widowmaker’s icy demeanor.
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even before zenyatta could probably answer, he was already embraced in a warm hug - what a curious, yet comforting sensation. so this was warmth.
the monk returned the soft hug, more than happy to keep it for a while. it seems that her excitement got the better of her. not that he could blame her.
“that would be me, yes. it’s nice to see you again, Emily.”
Slowly, she pulled out of the hug, although she kept her hands resting on his upper arms, as if afraid to let him go and have him vanish on her.
“It’s good to see you too Zenyatta. It’s been entirely too long.” She let go, although not for long, hooking her arm through his as she led him towards the restaurant.
“It makes more sense with where we’re meeting now. My afternoon just got a lot more exciting. You have to tell me what you’ve been up to- you’ve got to have a million stories by now.”
new book + mystery ;0 ! ♥
Send ‘New Book’ or ‘New Book + Genre/AU’ for up to a twenty-sentence ficlet.
“I’m telling you- I read a folktale like this once,” Emily said, watching in horror as the person got back to his feet. His wide-eyed look would be hilariously comparable to an owl if he wasn’t also sporting the classic ‘one-hundred and eighty-degree twist’.
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It had started innocently enough, something she noticed as Jack worked through his day job as a nurse, her amulet shoved in a pocket where he could occasionally brush against it after particularly trying patients.or their families.
She didn’t comment when she first started noticing things being off. They had come to an agreement that she was not to bother either him or Ana while they were at their day jobs (not that their dream had changed- they were still going to open that business, shop and all, but for now they had to wait and save up enough to buy the haunted store on the waterfront). She couldn’t even last until the end of the shift, pressing her ghostly hands against the back of his neck.
He didn’t quite yelp, he hadn’t done that since he was a teenager, but he did shoot her a glare after he begged a coworker to swap breaks with him, promising a fresh cup of coffee in return.
“The dead aren’t dying, Jack,” Emily said, cutting him off before he could as what it was that made her break their rule. “Normally I would have seen at least one reaper by now and there’s been none- not even Reaps is coming by.”
The dark-eyed reaper was usually by at least once, if not more during the shifts Jack worked at the hospital, and when he was at the nursing home he practically hung off the man, prompting Emily to spend her time haunting Ana.
“Maybe it’s just a lucky day,” Jack said finally, heading towards the breakroom where the coffee was kept. His face didn’t match with the optimism of his words- he had that searching look he got when being confronted with a new paranormal job that wasn’t immediately apparent.
By the time seven at night rolled around, and the end of his shift, the news had caught up to this oddity, although they were treating it more like a series of miracles rather than putting all the incidents together to come up with the whole puzzle.
It wouldn’t be long now- when more and more people like the owl-faced car accident victim started showing up, the puzzle wouldn’t be put together so much as the world would be hit with the box. She hovered, Jack doing his best to soothe and care for the man before the useless ambulance would arrive.
“Jack, this is bad. What happened to Gabriel? And the other reapers?” She asked as the man was finally carted away in a useless ambulance.
stop being mean! let my small butch daughter live….
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in some weak attempt to save face, jack lifts his cup of coffee & takes a long pull, nearly downing the entirety of what remains - he’d think towards ordering another, were this not already his fourth cup in the hour or so they’ve been here.
returning the cup to the table, the soldier mindlessly turns it between his palms, an action that requires only a slide of his thumbs ; just something to keep his hands busied, unable to willingly SIT STILL. the mention of balkans piques his attention, but he FALTERS on a reply ;
YEAH, there’s a task out there that he could take care of, but winston had urged him to TAKE IT EASY for a little while—& while jack is loathe to take commands ( ESPECIALLY from a self-appointed leader placing themselves in HIS position, irregardless of the fact jack DOESN’T WANT IT BACK ), he DOES genuinely want to give emily - & lena, as well - his time & attention ; they’ve done MUCH for him, intrinsically developing a sense of HOME for him to return to, & the thought of relaxing in their company is - while slightly more difficult in PRACTICE than THEORY - an APPEALING one.
“ no, no—i’m fine. i could do without seeing winston, but it’s been a while since i’ve seen torbjörn and the kids. when does the train depart ?”
“Later tonight.” Emily replies. It’s a late night train- the sort she doesn’t mind. Due to a few friends of hers, she prefers them. It makes travelling with them easier, although they usually stand out more. It’s usually six-of-one if they want to bet against more pairs of eyes or less distractions. Also, the later-trains have better network access, allowing her to work while Lena snuggles up and either watches or gets a nap of her own in.
“Lena has some of her own personal things to finish up in London before we head out. I’m loathe to ask, but I’m betting it’s either that mural on Wilkshire or another incident with the bobbies. I swear- one day they’ll join the rest of the century. Until then, she’s got to go down an’ make a statement.”
She sipped at her drink, watching Jack fiddle with his cup.
“Torby’s doing good. Retirement suits him. Sorta. His eldest mentioned setting him up a streaming site so he can broadcast his wacky workship incidents. Or do a remote-class. But you know the eldest. She likes to tease." She wrinkled her nose. “Oh- and I want to give you a heads-up. They adopted someone and now have a new family member- sort of- and a pet bird.”