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I'm Kiara and welcome to my blog! Here I do writing for Overwatch! I can do drabbles, headcannons, or longer stories depending on how I feel. if you prefer one over the other, please state it in your request! Maximum of three characters, please! LINK TO MY KO-FI : https://www.ko-fi.com/soldierk I WILL NOT WRITE FOR: Bastion, Torbjorn, Winston, or Moira.

[soldierkiara]

Mercy/Ashe

A commission for @shanachan101! I hope you enjoy it, and thank you very much for commissioning me!  “Get OUT of here! You’re absolutely worthless! Complete garbage!” 

 The sight of a tear-stained intern rushing from Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe (Otherwise known as Miss Ashe)’s office was not an uncommon sight. Her previous assistant had been fired after only three days working for Miss Ashe’s company, and the assistant before that didn’t even last the morning. Ashe always started with one simple task that more often than not weeded out those who were not suited for the position as her assistant; fetch a cup of coffee. 

Most assistants would be surprised by her seemingly simple request; after all, how hard was it to get a cup of coffee? Then they began to expect some convoluted and difficult-to-remember order. But the order was simple as well. One large macchiato, with an extra shot of espresso. NOT a cortado, and with a chocolate cake pop on the side. Despite the simple instructions, it seemed that no intern or potential hiree was able to get this order correct. Miss Ashe was known for her short temper, and an incorrect coffee was the first step to a rotten day. The intern today had completely forgotten the cake pop, and brought back a large cortado. A simple mistake, but wrong nonetheless. Papers being slammed against the desk was able to be heard from down the hall of the office to where the rest of her workers sat, diligently keeping their heads down to avoid her wrath. Generally she was a “fun” boss; despite her temper she also had a sharp tongue, and was never short of a clever comeback to someone’s sass. Those with a faint of heart would never last in Miss Ashe’s company, and she made sure to remind each and every new employee that walked through her doors, and out of them as well. 

 “Can SOMEBODY PLEASE find me a decent fuckin’ assistant!” She yelled, not directly at anybody. “All I want is a cup o’ coffee!” She could totally go get the coffee herself, but what was the point in hiring someone who couldn’t complete the most important job of her morning? Just to avoid strife and constant stress from the angry boss, one of her more experienced workers goes to retrieve her order, hoping to satisfy her boss in even one aspect. After receiving her coffee, Miss Ashe was able to start her work day.

  It was over as quick as it started, most of her staff already gone for the day. She glanced at the clock, pushing some hair out of her face absentmindedly before turning her attention back to the pile of paperwork still sitting unfinished on her desk. Knowing she had an early meeting, she decided to abandon the paperwork for the night to go get some much needed shut-eye.

The next morning, Ashe was surprised to see an unfamiliar figure standing outside of her office door. “What do you want.” Ashe half barked, her hair slightly tousled from her early morning meeting that had left her almost ripping her hair out. 

 The figure turned, and Ashe couldn’t help but be surprised by what, by who stood before her. Beautiful soft blonde hair held at bay by a peach coloured scrunchie, soft pink lips, beautiful blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with the innocence of an assistant not yet broken by their superior. “My name is Angela. Angela Ziegler. It is a pleasure to officially meet you, Miss Ashe. I’ve heard a lot of wonderful things about you.” Her comment earned a small scoff from the boss. 

 “Have you now. You still haven’t said what you want.” Already not listening to orders. This girl won’t last the hour. What were they thinking sending this young thing to me? 

“I apologize, I was under the impression that you were the boss of this establishment. Clearly I was mistaken due to the fact that you were unable to assume I was your new assistant.” Her tone was light, a soft smile playing at her lips as she spoke, even though her words dripped with what seemed to be thinly-veiled disrespect, something that Miss Ashe did not tolerate in the slightest.

 “Listen, girl, I will NOT be disrespected by some young little city girl with a smart mouth who thinks she can talk to me that way.” She snapped, noting the silence from her other staff. Clearly they were listening, and Ashe felt a brief flash of pity for whoever made the mistake of hiring this bright-eyed bimbo. 

The blonde, Angela, didn’t even flinch at the words being half shouted in her face. “I apologize Miss Ashe. I had gathered that you weren’t exactly the type to have people kiss the ground that you walked on. At least, that was what I had heard during my research into your company and your leadership style. I quite admire the razor sharp tongue that others have come to fear.” She tipped her head and shoulders forward slightly into a bow. “I did not mean any disrespect, and I hope that I didn’t wound you too greatly.” Angela’s eyes met those of Miss Ashe, almost daring her to scream in her face again. 

Instead, Ashe pushed past Angela with a scornful look. She unlocked the office door, quickly making her way over to the large oak desk that held the stacks of reminders of her unfinished work. “Whatever. If you actually plan on staying here for more than an hour, make yourself useful and get me a coffee, will you?” She placed her hat on the window ledge behind her desk before pulling out the nice looking office chair that was almost like a second home to Ashe.

  “It would be my pleasure. What is your order, Miss Ashe? I’ll write it down so I don’t get it incorrect.” When Ashe glanced up, she noticed Angela was already armed with a pen and paper on a clipboard Ashe hadn’t noticed until now. 

 “Listen carefully, got it?” She barked again, and Angela nodded. “I want one large macchiato, with an extra shot of espresso. NOT a cortado. With a chocolate cake pop on the side.” Ashe made sure to speak a little louder and clearly, as she did with every intern she gave this order to. “And make sure to get it from the coffee shop three doors down from here. None of that Starbucks crap. Got it?” 

“Yes Ma’am. I will be back shortly with your breakfast.” Once again she bowed her head before turning on her heel and quickly departing. 

Ashe sighed to herself. “She’s not terrible. I have to admit, I kind of like the attitude. Definitely not the doe-eyed blonde I was expecting.” She murmured to no one in particular, leaning back in her chair and placing the hat over her face, as if the fabric would be able to shield her from the unfinished work that was taunting her from the moment she stepped foot through the door to her office. If only she could get just a moment’s peace- 

Ashe jumped at the soft sound of a knock at her door. “What, what?!” She yelped slightly, her feet landing flat on the ground as she jerked forward back into the normal sitting position, her hat floating to the ground. She looked up to the smiling face of Angela. 

 “I brought what you requested, ma’am. I apologize for disturbing your apparently much needed power nap.” 

“What are you dragging on about?” She snapped defensively. “I wasn’t nappin’, I barely shut my eyes. Are you blind or something?” 

“No Ma’am.” Angela said calmly, setting the coffee down on her desk in front of her. “My eyesight is quite good, actually. You’ve been napping for probably about twenty minutes now?” She said, looking up at the clock on the wall. “Yes, about twenty minutes, assuming you fell asleep within five minutes of my departure.” Angela stepped back one step, still holding the cake pop hostage.

Ashe surveyed the cup that was placed in front of her, red eyes narrowed before slowly moving up to Angela’s smiling face. “What’s this?” 

 “Your coffee.”

 “This isn’t the logo from the place I told you to go.” Ashe barked, waving her hand at the cup. “Why didn’t you go to the shop I told you to?”

 Angela simply smiled again, clearly not worried about the mistake. “Well, Miss Ashe, when I went to the coffee shop you requested, they informed me that they actually did not make macchiato’s there, only cortado’s, which you explicitly said you did not want. So I left to go to the coffee shop three doors down the other direction, and brought you the coffee you asked for. I also brought the cake pop you asked for. It’s actually quite convenient that I went to the other shop, as the one you told me to go to actually only sold vanilla or birthday cake flavoured cake pops.” 

 Ashe stared hard at her for a looooong moment, debating whether or not to tell her to shove that cake pop where the sun don’t shine. “...Good job.” She finally said, taking a sip of the coffee. “Finally someone who can follow orders.” 

Angela smiled once more, in that angelic way that she seemed to have, and handed over the cake pop. “I’m glad I could fulfill your wishes. If that was sufficient, maybe you would be willing to let me get started on this stack of papers? Assuming these are the ones that haven’t been attended to yet by the way you keep scowling at them.” 

Ashe coughed slightly, turning away and leaning back again. “Yeah, take ‘em. Screw them up and you can bet your pretty ass that you won’t ever get to work in this town again, capiche?” She waved her cake pop threateningly, a few sprinkles falling off and onto the desk, which Ashe practically ignored.

  “I understand, Miss. Thank you for this opportunity. I promise I’ll be of use to you.”

 Ashe looked the blonde up and down for a moment before smirking. “I’m sure you will, doll.” By the end of her first day, Angela had already tackled over a quarter of the very large pile of paperwork. She had worked diligently and quietly for the majority of the day, only stopping to take a break for lunch. The only time she made any sort of noise was when she was calling clients or other important persons on Ashe’s behalf, which Ashe very much appreciated. Ashe had left about halfway through the day, to sit through back to back meetings which seemed almost endless. When she finally returned, she actually found Angela sweeping the area around her desk, a task that Ashe had not asked Angela to do. 

 “What do you think you’re doin’?” Ashe asked, arms crossed and leaning in the doorway. Angela looked up, tucking a few strands of stray hair behind her ear. “Since it is too late to be calling the associates for the next bit of paperwork, I wanted to keep myself busy while still doing something that was useful. You’re barely able to keep up with the paperwork, so I figured that the basic cleaning was probably a bit neglected as well.” She shrugged slightly, giving her almost a playful smile. “And maybe because I was hoping to catch you before we both left for the day, I stayed in the one place I knew you would have to return to at some point. Pretty devious, huh?” 

 Was that a flirting tone to her voice? It couldn't have been, though Ashe wasn’t able to deny that she was definitely interested in the woman before her. “..I see.” Was all Ashe could really force herself to say in that moment. “Well..Thanks, I guess.” Ashe walked into the room and over to the desk, picking up the hat that was placed neatly on the windowsill where it was originally placed this morning. “You can go. You’re done for the day. Good job.” Ashe grabbed the keys to her motorcycle and shoved them in her pocket. “Be here at 8am every morning. We’ll discuss your schedule more tomorrow when you come in. What you’re wearing is fine; as long as your underwear can’t be seen I couldn’t care less. I’m going to get a beer.” 

“Thank you again, Miss Ashe.” Angela said with a smile, watching her new boss begin to depart. “I don’t normally ask so brazenly, and especially not with my now-boss, but.. Would you care for some company at the bar?” 

 Ashe glanced over at Angela, briefly wondering what she looked like with her hair down. “..Fine. But sucking up to me won’t get you special treatment.” 

 “Oh, is it so terrible that someone might want to spend some time with you outside of work?” Angela laughed softly, and Ashe couldn’t help but notice the way the corners of Angela’s eyes crinkled slightly when she laughed. 

“Yes.” Ashe replied with a playful snarkiness to her tone. “Now let’s go, if we rush we can still make happy hour. You ‘fraid of motorcycles?”

  Angela’s smile widened a bit. “Not one bit.”

 “Good.” Was Ashe’s reply as she held the door open for her new assistant. “C’mon then.” Mercy took Ashe’s arm, despite the fact that it wasn’t offered. Ashe glanced down at her, the realization that this girl would probably be her downfall slowly creeping in.

And the worst part was that Miss Ashe was alright with that. 

[soldierkiara]

Hey everyone.

I wanted to make a quick post because I feel pretty annoyed by some things that have been happening in my DMs as of late.

I’ve had three people reach out to me and ask me to do a commission for them. I’m super happy to do this, and I’m super transparent with each person who messages me about whether or not I think I’ll be able to do their request. Because there is a possibility I won’t be able to complete the request, I ask for payment once the commission is finished, because refunding on PayPal costs too much for me to do. 

The issues I’ve had are two things: I’ve had people commission me, then once the commission is complete they tell me that they aren’t able to pay (Usually until a later date. but sometimes not at all.) I totally understand that life gets in the way, and finances are tough for many right now. But PLEASE DO NOT commission someone if you can’t or have no intention on paying for their services! I’ve spent hours of my time doing commissions that won’t get to see the light of day because they weren’t paid for. That’s my time and money down the drain, and it’s really frustrating not to mention the fact that I was also relying a bit on the money I was promised.

The other issue is people telling me that my prices are too high. I’ve done a lot of research into other artist’s prices, and I think mine are more than fair. I can’t put into words how rude it is to go into someone’s DMs and ask them to write a piece that they’ll spend a decent chunk of time on, just for you to basically spit in their face and tell you that you’re too expensive. That to me proves that you don’t value my work, and that any price would have been too expensive for you. That is so incredibly rude, not to mention hurtful. If you’re not willing to pay for my work, leave a request and maybe I’ll get to it. Better yet, kindly leave my page because I do not deserve to be disrespected. 

Sorry for the rant, and thanks for reading. 

[soldierkiara]

So uh, despite my protests to watch the show two years ago, I've been BINGING My Hero Academia. Almost done the anime, gonna start reading the Manga soon.

All of this binge watching (and my roommate and only friend hating the show) has made me want to start writing for it. So my question is..

Should I make another blog dedicated to MHA? It would be pretty similiar to this one!

[soldierkiara]

Hey! 

If you haven’t seen my other blog yet, check it out! @frosttippedsunflower ! 

It’s mainly dnd related, so if you’re into that then go follow me there? :^) 

[soldierkiara]

Yo, just wanted to let you know keep being the awesome person you are! (screw them haters)

🥺 thanks anon! You're so nice 😭😭

[soldierkiara]

Can i get Hanzo, Mccree and Gabe as dads?

 So I originally wasn’t gonna do this one, but I got HELLA inspiration from an rp I’m doing at the moment, so I think I can do it!!

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Hanzo

He was so scared  when he found out you were pregnant. 

Having a not so great childhood growing up, he was worried what kind of father he was going to be. He wasn’t even sure he deserved to have a loving partner and now a child. 

He did vow that he would be a better father than the one he had, and promised you and his baby that he would do everything in his power to be better.

The day that you went into labor, he wasn’t allowed in the delivery room. He was a nervous wreck; for a man who rarely showed his true emotions, this was completely overwhelming for him. 

He paced outside the room for you, cringing at each scream you let out and each moan of pain. He was barely able to resist the urge to barge in there and make sure you were okay.

After 18 long, grueling hours, a nurse carefully made her way over to him, smiling. “Mr. Shimada?”

He turned, his whole body going still. 

“Are you ready to meet your daughter?” 

The nurse handed him the baby, a swaddled bundle of soft pink blankets. 

“She hasn’t made a peep.” The nurse murmured. “She must have known her daddy was waiting out here for her.” 

Hanzo carefully sunk to the floor, his entire body shaking, the baby carefully tucked into his arms. 

He leaned his head down, his hair falling around them both. He put his forehead to hers, small sobs wracking his body.

“I will move Heaven and Earth for you.” He whispered. “I will climb any mountain, swim any sea, brave any storm, if only to see your smile.” 

McCree

He was so excited when you first told him you were pregnant. 

He waited on you day and night, and got you any small request you wanted. You mentioned you wanted grapes? Boom, grapes were in your hands within ten minutes. You had seen this really cute stuffed bear you liked? Guess what was in your arms the next day?

He kept busy to try and distract himself from the fact that you were pregnant, despite getting literally anything you asked for. 

He was excited, but also worried that something would happen and you would lose the baby, and he would lose the chance to become a father. 

He was a worry wart; he went with you everywhere , even if you begged him not to.

Any little pinch of pain had him taking you to see Angela/Ana immediately. 

It was honestly kind of nice to see how much he cared.

The day you went into labor was the most terrifying day of his entire life.

He was allowed into the delivery room at first, but eventually he had to be removed because of how much he was fussing over you. 

After about ten hours of waiting, Ana made her way out to him with tears in her eyes. They had always been close; Ana was, in a way, his mother-figure.

“Jesse,” She said proudly, “Say hello to your son.” She handed Jesse the blue bundle. “He’s going to be a big boy. He weighed just over ten pounds.” She ruffled his hair, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “You’re going to be a wonderful dad. I’m so proud of you, Jesse.”

Jesse stared down at his boy, his bundle of pride and joy. 

“I love you before I even knew you.” He whispered.

Gabe

You and Gabe had been pregnant before, but unfortunately has lost the baby. 

So when you told Gabe you were pregnant again, the two of you felt an overwhelming amount of fear and dread that you would lose this baby too. 

Thankfully, your pregnancy went extremely smooth.

Gabe was so careful with you, which honestly pissed you off a little bit. 

You knew why he was being so protective, so you tried not to be super snappy with him.

You went into labour early, much earlier than either of you had expected.

When you went into labour early, Gabe was beyond terrified. 

He had finally allowed himself to be excited again, to look forward to the birth of his rainbow baby. 

But during the whole 9 hour labour, Gabe was a nervous wreck that something was going to happen, and that his child was going to be taken from him yet again. 

Until a nurse walked through the door, carrying a bundle of blue blankets.

“Mr. Reyes? You have a beautiful, healthy boy.” 

Gabe let out a breath of pure relief, rushing to the nurse to see his son. He was small, but thankfully not small enough that he was required to be kept in an isolette. 

Gabe held his son close to his chest, the final piece of his heart that was missing finally falling into place.

[soldierkiara]

You wiped your forehead with your sleeve, eyes scanning over the patrons of your bar. You didn’t have long to stop and pause, however, drink and food orders barked in your direction by impatient and inebriated patrons. You skillfully began making drinks while inputting food orders; you had been in this business for quite a long time, so you had very quickly become accustom to the fast paced environment, as well as the sour moods of drunk men who didn’t get what they wanted fast enough. 

“What can I get’cha?” You turned your attention to the unfamiliar man now sitting in front of you at your bar. He was dressed in almost all black, apart from the red bandanna and glowing orange arm, with many gun holsters and a crossbow strapped to his back. His face was most obscured by a large black cowboy hat, and you could just barely see the butt of a cigar hanging from his mouth. 

“Whiskey on the rocks.” He said gruffly, not looking up at you. He took the crossbow from his back and began to disassemble it, cleaning the parts on a very dusty and tattered undershirt. 

“Alright. Be right there with it.” You replied, slightly intrigued by the mysterious man. The other patrons payed him no mind; it was almost like they weren’t able to see him, that only you could. You poured his drink and slid it down the bar to him, which he caught quite delicately, despite holding a crossbow bolt between his fingers. 

You glanced at the clock, noting the time. “Alright everyone, last call.” You shouted over the deafening hum of the patrons. Very few ordered many more drinks, most coming to settle their tab with you and then stumbling out of the bar, tripping down the two small steps and landing flat on their faces in the dirt. Your eyes wandered over to the man once again, who was still cleaning what seemed to be the same bolt. He had barely sipped his drink, you noticed. 

When the last few customers stumbled their way out of your bar, you followed them to the door and locked it, turning your Open signs to Closed. The man at the counter hadn’t said anything to you, even as everyone else left. You made your way back around the counter, wiping up spilled alcohol, vomit and other excrement you decided you would rather not know the name of. “I’m not gonna kick ya out just yet, but you won’t be able to stay much longer. Deal?”

The man paused, the glass against his lips. You could see the glass fog slightly as he let out a small, breathy chuckle. “Alright. Thanks darlin’.” 

You turned your attention back to your closing duties, though you kept an eye on the stranger. He didn’t seem like the regular drunkard; each word he spoke was planned and seemed to drip with a sort of secret venom. Everything from his posture down to the clothing he wore screamed secrets. 

“So,” He said suddenly, causing you to jump. “You the only worker here?” 

You paused, not turning around to face him. “No.” You said calmly. “So if you’re plannin’ on trying anything funny, I would heavily advise against it. You may be packin, cowboy, but so am I.” 

Again, you got a small chuckle in response. “You’re quite the firecracker, huh? A stubborn gal?” 

“You could say that.” You turned, placing a hand on your hip. “Who’s askin’?” 

You watched as the cowboy downed the rest of his drink, the crossbow assembled once again and sitting next to him on the bar counter. “No one special.” He replied with a shrug before pulling a cigar from his pocket and lighting it. 

“Fine. Now that you’re done your drink, I suggest you scram before you say or do anything that you might regret.” 

The man raised his head to look at you fully, an amused and almost bored smile on his face. “Is that a threat, young lady?” 

“It’s a warning.” You said as you scanned the features of his face. These deep brown eyes locked with yours, the scent of copper and his cigar wafted over you. Brown hair mostly obscured by his hat, as well as a matching beard to go with his hair. 

“There’s no point in trying to memorize what I look like.” The man said with an infuriating grin. “You won’t be able to tell anyone who I am or what I look like.” 

“Oh? And why’s that?” You growled, your heart racing in your chest. Your hand instinctively flicked to your waist where your gun was. 

“My name is Jesse McCree. Ever heard of me?” He took a few steps closer, his grin widening as you stepped back.

“No.” You replied, not letting your voice waiver. “You’re probably just some nobody who thinks he can scare me.” 

Jesse McCree shrugged, and you saw his eyes flick down to your waist as well when your hand moved. “Maybe so.” He flicked some ashes from his cigar onto the floor. “Look, darlin’, you’ve pissed off some rich people, and they’ve put a bounty on your head.” He stepped closer, smirking as your back pressed against the wall. “I want that reward. You must be pretty damn special, or seriously infuriating to get half a million dollars for a bounty.” He placed his hands on either side of your head, leaning down so he was eye to eye with you. “Unfortunately, they wanted you alive, so be a doll and go quietly, will you?” 

You let out a muffled yell as he pulled you against him, his arm around your neck in a chokehold. You clawed furiously at his arm, unable to reach your gun with his other hand. With each hit against his arm, you were met with only a metallic bang. You tried to yell again for one of your employees, but your mind grew too fuzzy to make a sound.

[soldierkiara]

McCree with a spooky southern witch reader?

(I hope this is what you wanted Anon! I’m basing this off of my practices as a witchling, so please forgive me if I portray anything incorrectly. I’m still learning;;;)

“Hey Darlin’, what are you up to?”

You furrowed your brows, staring at the spread of cards in front of you. You didn’t respond, even as Jesse sat behind you on the couch and began rubbing your shoulders. 

“Babe? Y’allright?” He peeked over your shoulder to inspect the cards. “Are you playing Poker with yourself? Those are some weird cards.” 

“No, Jesse, I’m not playing Poker with myself.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes. “These are my tarot cards. I’m doing a reading for myself, but my cards aren’t particularly kind to me.” 

Jesse was quiet for a moment. “Your... cards.. Aren’t being nice to you?” He asked slowly, as if he wasn’t sure he heard you correctly. 

“Yes.” 

Jesse glanced around the coffee table, noticing the assortment of crystals, herbs, and candles. “Are you doing witch stuff again?” You didn’t openly practice in front of him, but he had found you once or twice while you were cleansing your crystals and casting spells.

“I guess you could call it that.” You said with a bit of a smile. While Jesse didn’t fully understand your practice, he tried really hard to keep an open mind and to not put you down about any of your witchcraft stuff. 

“So.. What do they say?” 

You tilted your head back and stared him hard in the face. “They’re telling me I should break up with you.” 

Jesse stopped, staring down at you. “Ha ha, that’s funny Y/N.”  He chuckled a little uncomfortably. “..You’re joking, right?” 

You stared at him for another moment before looking back at your cards. “Yes. I’m joking.” You looked back at him with a smile. openly laughing as his frown turned into a look of utter relief. 

“That’s not funny.” He responded, chuckling to himself a little. “I should have known. You’d never break up with me just because a deck of cards said so.” 

You didn’t respond, instead snuffing out your candles and carefully putting your crystals back into their pouches.

“Y/N? Right?” 

“Jesse, if my cards told me we should break up, then you would be gone within the hour.” You smiled sweetly at him, leaning up and pecking his lips. “Wanna watch a movie?”

[soldierkiara]

Just a warning for the New Year

I will be deleting old requests I haven’t gotten the chance to do, as well as requests I don’t think I’ll be able to do (for whatever reason) . My inbox is super cluttered and all over the place. If I don’t do your request, then I’m sorry. Just in case anyone was waiting on their request to be done. I’ll be doing a couple right now (6:30 PST. 12/31/2019), but after I’m finished doing requests I think I can do, I will be clearing out the rest. I hope everyone has a wonderful New Year! Love you guys <3

[soldierkiara]

Sword and Shield come out this Friday and I'm so sad. It will be the first year I don't get a pokemon game since I was little ;____;

[soldierkiara]

I would totally join, but i am already in 20+ discords and my discord will shit itself if i try to join more.

That's fair. I recently got removed from a bunch of mine, so I thought hey, why not

[soldierkiara]

Would you ever be open to doing art trades instead of commissions and stuff?

Omg yes!!! I would absolutely love that!!

[soldierkiara]

Hey there! My skin has been acting up recently and i'm feeling kind of insecure about it :( could i get some Zarya headcannons of her with a female s/o who's kinda insecure about their skin? I need a big russian lady to tell me i'm ok lol

Zarya

Understands what it feels like to be insecure, for the most part.

Will be as supportive as she can, but her version of supportive is a little more...rough. 

Will essentially tell you that what other people think of your skin and how you look is really not important. 

Zarya isn’t really a people person. She can be when she has to be, but even then she isn’t that great at it. So whenever she tries to give you advice like this, it often comes off more as tough love.

She makes a point to remind you how beautiful you are.

Will offer to get you whatever you need to feel more confident.

At the end of the day, if all you need from her is to hold you and assure you that you’re beautiful, that she loves you, and that you’ll be alright, she is more than able to do that. 

[soldierkiara]

Hi could you do HCs where McCree has a plus size s/o and he just loves how squishy they are and stuff. I just need some teeth rotting fluff

McCree

No matter how much you say you don’t like your size, he gives you at LEAST 20 reasons why you’re beautiful and why he loves the way you look.

Will fight anyone and everyone who talks shit about you and your size.

Whenever you say things like “I’d be beautiful if I was skinny”, “I’m fat, not pretty.” or anything of the sort, would instantly launch into  an argument a conversation about how you could be both, and that you were.

Basically says (In a lot of words) Fat does not equal ugly.

Whenever you would have issues with clothing, he would buy you beautiful plus sized clothes to help you feel better about yourself. 

Understands that it can be difficult to feel good about yourself sometimes, so he will do this really cute thing where he leaves post-it notes everywhere giving you compliments.

You caught him crying once, and he gave you some excuse you didn’t overly believe. He hasn’t told you, but the reason he was crying was because he loved you so damn much.

He just really loves every single thing about you and sometimes that overwhelms him.

[soldierkiara]

How come you haven't done my request yet? :/

Look friend, I prioritize requests that have been sitting in my inbox for a long time, or ones that I want to do. If you really want it done that badly, you can message me about commissions. Unless I really can't do the commission, I usually say yes to anything. I'm poor and desperate and always need money. I provide a FREE SERVICE. Basically, you'll get it when you get it. And if you think I'm being an asshole in my response here, scroll through my blog and see how many asks I get like this, or how many trolls and shit I get. I s2g, one more shitty anon and I turn off anon entirely, because I can't keep up with blocking these people.

[soldierkiara]

Hi! Just interested if you received my request about Blackwatch! McCree and were-tiger reader? Asking because something was wrong with my tumbler

I have, yes

[soldierkiara]

I just found out my tuition is gonna be about 4 thousand dollars (USD) and that I won't qualify for student loans. Send me some requests so I can focus on something else