This image is one of the most photogenic examples of the many turbulent stellar nurseries the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope has observed during its 30-year lifetime. The portrait features the giant nebula NGC 2014 and its neighbour NGC 2020 which together form part of a vast star-forming region in the Large Magellanic Cloud, a satellite galaxy of the Milky Way, approximately 163 000 light-years away.
Zao doesn’t bother listening to the Geiger counter anymore.
In accordance with their orders, the launch of the Yangtze-31′s missile payload had blanketed Massachusetts in atomic fire; the fates of himself and his crew had been sealed in turn. The long-anticipated “Great War” had finally come and gone.
In the end, neither superpower had won. In the end, no one had been spared. Not even those beneath the ocean.
A naval mine forced them into Boston Harbor; his qián tǐng limped into the site of their ‘resplendent victory’ over capitalist imperialism with the last of her strength, slithering in on her belly. Even now, centuries later, she groans occasionally with the effort of remaining afloat, suffering endlessly in her deathbed.
They tried to save the ship. But the reactor had been breached. Radiation swept the crew - transforming them. Disfiguring them forever. Condemning them to mindless undeath.
They went to their fates bravely, from the First Mate on down - for their zǔ guó, for their Chairman, and for their captain. And in the belly of the Yangtze, they remain still - entombed, but not silent.
Their sick groaning floats up to the bridge as if on a wave, lapping against the bulkheads and hatchways with clawed fists and mournful moans. Clawing, ever clawing - at each other, at the seals keeping them prisoner, at the last few precious inches of steel keeping the ocean at bay…
Zao doesn’t bother listening to the Geiger counter anymore.
This might be totally ooc but idec...cuz in my mind this is the truth!!!
General yandere content warnint
It irks her beyond belief that somehow you've managed to worm yourself into her brain (and her heart, but she'd rather cut out her tongue than admit that).
She's fascinated with you, but only because your stupidity never ceases to amaze her (at least that's what she tries to tell herself).
She hates how her hands begin to shake, how her breaths become labored, and how her words trip over her sharp tongue. However, most can't see any difference from her normal cold, calculating self, even when she is like this.
She couldn't care less if you hate her. Why would she ever be bothered by what someone like you thought of her? You're too gullible, too naive, too soft, too kind....too cute. (She cares way too much)
The infection that resides in her starts to act up, making her have to double over and dry heave in pain. It's never been this bad before, she's always been able to maintain it. Imagine how angry she'll be when she finally finds out the pain only subsides when she's near you, only for it to flare up again as soon as you leave her vicinity.
It's almost as if her chemical bonds are reforming to yearn for you.
Her lab is a mess, papers strewn across the room, broken glass laying hazardously on the floor, broken from a violent outburst.
She manages to keep herself relatively clean in appearance, but it's hard for her sunken eyes and the dark circles beneath them.
If other members notice her descent into madness she'll bite visously at them, telling them it's best they mind her own business.
Bonus if the root of her obsession is a part of Overwatch and it is therefore unobtainable...for now.
Reader tried to break into Moira's lab but ended up messing up something which led them to get injured and caught.
They thought they were ready for anything but turns to their surprise the doctor seems to have taken a sort of liking in them.
Reader is not sure if it's better or worse than simply being treated like a spy.
(Yes the Overwatch one. Sorry I wasn't aware that there were others with the same name among your fanchises as I'm only familiar with OW.)
Break-In | Oneshot
Moira O’Deorain / Gender Neutral Reader
Fandom: Overwatch
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Ambiguous yan - can be read as platonic or romantic.
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Content Warning: Injury detail, blood, implied obsession, Moira being condescending as hell (so pretty much how she usually acts).
(If there’s anything else I need to add to these warnings, please let me know.)
Thank you for the ask anon, and also thanks for the additional clarification! Moira’s always been a fave of mine, so this was super fun to write! (outside of tumblr glitching out and not letting me save to my drafts haha)
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The job was simple.
Get in.
Steal the vial.
Get out.
What was in the vial?
To be honest, you had no idea.
The mission brief was the same as the previous two, so you didn't pay much attention.
You knew the drill, having worked alongside Overwatch for a few months now. You weren't exactly a member of the group, but your knack for infiltration led to you being roped into a few assignments here and there.
These missions allowed you to stretch your wings: they gave you a chance to hone your skills in the field, without being limited by the security of a simulation or training program. Every mistake would cost something, every slip-up would eat away precious time. This was the real deal; which made every victory that much sweeter.
And apparently, your actions helped prevent an array of nefarious plots from being carried out. That's a nice bonus. So, despite the little pay, it's not the worst gig you've had.
You start to climb through the lab's window carefully. The alarm was easily disabled during your first mission here, and, after a quick check, you confirm that it's still inactive.
The security here must be pretty lousy to not have fixed the alarm, you think. And even lousier to not have noticed it’s deactivation. It’s weird… as you remember the brief saying this was a pretty high-tech place. High budget. Higher-profile investors. Fancy gadgets and all that.
But, if it saves you from having to find another way in, you’ll take advantage of their ignorance.
You swing your legs over the window frame, setting yourself down on the tiled floor of the laboratory. The room was meticulous, as always. Its occupant must be the diligent type.
Test tubes, chemicals, and strange-looking contraptions that you couldn’t even try to guess the purpose of are dotted about the room. They’re kept in organised groups, neatly distributed on the lab’s countertops.
It’s spotless. Shiny. Blinking lights of green, blue, and red reflect off the countertops’ dull steel. The garish gleam of artificial colour bounces off the edge of every surface, lining corners and curves while the rest of their forms remain shrouded in darkness.
You tread the room carefully, eyes trained in their search for any new cameras or alarms. It doesn’t matter if they catch you on film, as long as you can escape before they alert any guards.
After a few moments, you see movement on the edge of your peripheral vision. A camera is lodged in the corner of the room, attached to the ceiling, panning back and forth blindly. The hunk of metal is indifferent to you, continuing its monotonous loop.
So there have been changes since your last visit. And with it, a chance someone could be watching you.
But you’re already in. It’d be a waste to back out now.
Swiftly, you start to rifle through cabinets, through drawers, searching for that vial. Intel had given a vague description: it being rather small, glass, easy to miss, and containing a purple fluid. They couldn’t get much more on it, the lab’s owner intent on keeping most others out.
The name of its owner continues to elude you. It was mentioned during the first mission’s brief. Upon hearing it, those attending alongside you gave each other concerned glances, but you didn’t pay much mind, focused instead on memorising the building’s layout. It didn’t much matter to you who worked here, only if you could get in.
Then, finally, you spot it. Tucked away in a corner of a cabinet. Just a little too high for you to reach.
Damnit.
You shift to stand on the tips of your toes, leaning on the countertop to keep yourself steady, as you reach up. Your fingertips grasp at nothing, while your thoughts are occupied with prayers that you don’t knock the cursed thing further back.
Almost, almost, then…
Pain.
Sharpness tears into you. Air knocked out of your lungs. You look down.
A trap digs into your leg. Rippling patterns upon it as it strives to blend into the floor. Cloaking technology. Near-invisible until activated.
Your vision blurs. Adrenaline fogging up your sight. Like smoke filling an enclosed space. Choking. Inescapable.
It does nothing to dispel the sting. Agony biting into your leg as you sink to the floor, trying to pry your limb from the trap. But every movement only makes the injury worse.
Blood, your blood, glints with blaring colours. Green. Blue. Red.
Red coats your hands, making the attempt to free yourself clumsy. Blood pools atop the pale-tiled floor. It gathers in the shallow channels between each tile. Flowing like rivers from their human source.
Gritting your teeth, your heartbeat pounds in your ears.
You can’t hear the sound of a door opening, nor that of footsteps stepping closer.
You can’t see the figure approaching. Assured. Confident. Striding close with an aura of victory. A hunter returning to their snare.
Their outline shifts into focus. Faint colours saturated by the blinking lights of the lab. Red hair. Black shirt. Purple tie. The details fade in and out. It's all blots and blotches and assumptions.
Then, the figure crouches down right in front of you.
She is right in front of you.
“Awh…” She coos, condescension falling from her lips in waves.
"Aren't you just pathetic..?"
A hand emerges from the haze. It rests upon your face, thumb and forefinger along your cheekbone, ring finger against your jaw.
"Did you really believe you could fool me thrice, little thief?”
Your hand fumbles to hers, trying to push it away. Blood smears across her pale skin as she chuckles. Words rise in your throat, but are smothered by your lung’s ragged breaths.
“Marvellous contraption, isn’t it?” She continues in her rhetorical speech, knowing that you’re in no state to reply. Her hand trails down to your injured leg, nails brushing against your punctured skin, captivated and cruel. You look down to the trap, its blurry outline barely visible.
“One of Sombra’s works. Remotely activated, imperceptible, and immobilising.”
“While the disorientation-” She grabs your chin, suddenly yanking your head back up. Eye to eye. “That is thanks to something of mine.”
“In fact, it’s what you came here for. Laced along the points. Distilled, of course. I wouldn’t want you to be… permanently afflicted by it.” Your vision swims, your surroundings fading in and out. Her face remains the only constant, the only thing your cloudy eyes can keep their focus on.
Then, even that begins to fade… your eyelids feeling heavier by the second. Falling closed, despite your efforts to keep them open, prompting another laugh from her.
“There’s no point in fighting, little thief. You wouldn’t make it far regardless.” Amusement fills her voice. You both know that there’s no escape for you here. Not now. With this concoction in your system, and this metal jammed into your leg.
No escape… no way out…
As you slip away… into the unknown of unconsciousness… the last thing you see is her face… mismatched eyes glinting in the blinking lights of the lab.
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Always on his best behavior around you, most polite man you’ve ever seen truthfully. Though this doesn’t last long.
The type of guy to knock things down just to see you bend over to pick them up. Tries with all the will within him to keep his hands off you.
Isn’t really the type to stalk you from the shadows, but don’t be mistaken, you’re never truly alone when this cowboy has his eyes set on you.
He loves to hear you sing, it makes him think about the sounds you’ll make when he finally has you~ (if he knows the words, he’ll sing with you under his breath, quietly so you won’t hear him).
Loves the feeling of your petal-soft skin against his calloused hands. Or even better, against his rough beard.
Has a photo album of all the pictures he’s taken of your bright smile. Which he always opens right before bed, if you know what I mean.
Thinks about sweeping you off your feet and carry you away from the rest of the world, just the two of you. Maybe killing a few of your friends on the way.
When he starts to get more ambitious, he sneaks into your room and leaves a flower at the foot of your bed.
At first he seems to be a harmless secret admirer, but as his infatuation with you begins to increase, you’ll notice that most of your friends begin to get sick from “food poisoning”.
Could you do Cole Cassidy with prompt 40 from your prompt list? Romantic with a GN darling?
(Added bonus if he's taking advantage of an injury during an overwatch mission?)
~♠️
Sure! Plot for this was you got hurt as an Overwatch agent and Cole freaks out... even though he's a retired agent who didn't answer the recall.
Yandere! Cole Cassidy Prompt 40
"Do you really remember nothing? It's me! Your partner!"
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Amnesia/Taking advantage of amnesiac, Manipulation, Possessive/Protective behavior, Dubious (Forced) relationship.
He's never run to a hospital so fast.
He knows he shouldn't be here. He knows you want nothing to do with him. But... he can't help it.
He nearly had a heart attack when he learned of your accident in battle.
Having answered Overwatch, you had gone on a mission against Null Sector. Cassidy had never wanted you to continue working with them. In fact, your break up had occurred once he tried to get you to quit.
Even after the break up Cassidy had kept tabs on you. He'd watch the news and track any info he could find on you. Honestly, he did such a thing before your relationship too, it's a habit.
He knew you should've quit. It's been quite a while since he's seen himself in a hospital. The bland white walls and smell of disinfectant in the sterile environment greets him as he speaks with the front desk.
Null Sector was and is bad news. Cassidy just knew you'd eventually get yourself into a suicide mission. He hopes you'll understand he was right when he sees you.
He hopes you'll excuse him for visiting, even if you want nothing to do with your ex.
The wait in the elevator was agonizing. He grabs the railing impatiently, tapping his foot before shooting himself out of the cart and looking for your room. He hasn't been able to visit you properly for a long time now.
Your doctors had said you were in a coma for the longest time. Cassidy made it a goal to visit you whenever he could. However, today he rushed over upon hearing some good news... fantastic news, even...
You had woken from your coma.
Cassidy gives a quiet knock on your door before entering the sterile room. His gaze softens when he sees you bandaged on your bed and attached to IVs, listening to your doctor. He can't help but nervously smile before waving to the doctor.
He had simply told your doctors and nurses he was a friend.
Upon noticing his presence, your doctor greets Cassidy before relaying what they've learned and leaving the room. The good news was you were out of your coma and almost recovered. The bad news...
You didn't seem to have many of your memories.
The thought made Cassidy freeze for a moment. In fact, he didn't believe it at first. Surely... Surely that's a mistake, right? There's no way...
"Who are you?"
The simple question that falls from your lips makes his heart sink. The cowboy sits beside your bed, staring down in disbelief. Your innocent question cuts deep... He can't help but blame your job... himself, even.
He should've tried harder. He should've kept you away from that job. He should've kept you with him. He should've...
He pauses, looking into your innocent little eyes. By now you would've screamed at him, told him off. You were supposed to hate him... but you didn't.
His heart beats faster yet he hesitates his next thought. Is... Is this another chance? Did... Did he deserve another chance?
He watches your expectant gaze for a moment longer. This is wrong... He shouldn't do this.... Unfortunately... Cassidy can only think about the fact your work did this to you....
"Do you really remember nothing? It's me! Your partner!" Cassidy finds himself saying, the half truth coated in a honeyed tone. "You hurt yourself pretty bad... Your cowboy was worried for you."
You look at him with surprise and slight hesitation. Then Cassidy sees guilt fall into your gaze as you watch him. The sight makes his heart clench.
"W-We're together...?" You chuckle softly, the sound heavenly in his ears. "How'd I manage to score someone like you...?"
Cassidy didn't bother hiding the blush that came onto his face. He sits there in shock. You were just like when you first met... Just one little lie and you were his again.
"Oh, darling..." Cassidy purrs, leaning forward to touch your cheek. "I assure you, I'm asking the same question. I missed you... can't wait until you get out."
"Where will I go?" You ask him, leaning into his touch. Cassidy can't stop smiling.
"You'll be staying with me, darling. I need to take care of you, now." Cassidy coos, unable to take his hand away. "Can't leave my beloved all on their lonesome...."
Cassidy melts at the sight of your smile. Part of him keeps nagging him that he's taking advantage of you. That soon, you may regain your memories, then you'll hate him even more.
He ignores such thoughts, focused on your gaze on him. You look so full of love. He goes to coo at you but is quickly interrupted.
"Sorry I kept you waiting, then... I love you." You answer, lightly pressing a tired kiss to the back of his hand.
Cassidy... freezes for a long time. His skin feels hot and he quickly ignores any negative thoughts in his psyche. It doesn't matter right now...
You're all that matters.
"I love you too, darling... you have no idea what I'd do for you...." Cassidy whispers, pulling you into a gentle embrace.
It didn't matter how wrong this was for Cassidy...
All he cares about is preventing you from any more harm... you don't need anymore work... just him... only him....
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