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[hiphipfrey]

you are 5'2", huggable size

just an inch or so taller im afraid xD but i firmly believe all heights are good heights for hugs!!

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MC5?

Haha, so that’s actually the next chapter of Macchiato. Macchiato Chapter 5--I used to work on those the most while I was at work, and then I got promoted and started working at clinics that are way more tightass about me looking busy at all times, so I started naming the files with acronyms in case anyone just glanced over my shoulder.

In this chapter, they go to Pike Place Market and it’s adorable as fuck. And then it’s not. Also, I hold a certain amount of disdain for the fish vendors.

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The inside of the market is no less chaotic than outside. Crowds push in either direction, marching ceaselessly and awkwardly to their destinations. Their way is immediately blocked by a particular group of nearly two dozen people, grouped around what McCree can only identify as a little seafood stand. He doesn’t understand the audience until he watches one of the men behind the counter toss a two-foot salmon across a small gap into another’s waiting newspaper-draped hands, and the crowd erupts with cheers and whoops. Mei gasps aloud, and Mercy murmurs an impressed, “Oh, my!”

“Huh,” McCree says mildly.

Beside him, Hanzo snorts derisively. “Do they all truly believe that to be an impressive feat?” he mutters, out of earshot of the others.

McCree shrugs helplessly. “I guess. Not everyone can be an international bounty hunter.”

“I have thrown a man farther than they threw that fish.”

McCree barks a laugh, and though he keeps his gaze resolutely ahead, Hanzo is visibly restraining a smile. “Well,” McCree says, “I wouldn’t have minded getting to see that.” Hanzo seems confused by that, so he adds, “Just sayin’, I don’t have a hard time believing you could do it, built the way you are.” He flicks his gaze down Hanzo’s body to get the point across.

Hanzo looks surprised at first, then exasperated, rolling his eyes as he says, “Keep it up, cowboy, and you might receive a firsthand experience.”

“Don’t make promises you don’t plan to keep.”

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Confession: I love your writing and the stories you come up with. They're always so unique and fun and I'm always excited to see what you come up with next. Your characterization is also on point, even in your more removed AUs I can still see the original version of the character shine through and I love how you have the ability to make those changes but keep the core of the character.

You are also one of the other mchanzo/fandom writers out there that I wish I talked more with bc youre so nice and cool but im sort of a coward and dont know how to talk to strangers who I think are cool

;o; Thank you so much! Dang, I spend a lot of time sweating my characterization, especially for tight POV fics and AUs (gotta walk that line between having a good time writing whatever-the-heck and also making them as recognizable as possible), so that means a whole lot. I also just. lol. super enjoy how many people are worried about talking to strangers, because I kind of am too and I like this idea that fandom’s just a big mass of people afraid to talk to each other and somehow managing anyway? Anyway, yes, talk to me more! If/when you can! Because you’re great!

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Confession: I absolutely adore your writing! They way you portray everyone's emotions so well and so detailed are just straight up writing goals. And all the kisses you write are so good i straight up die. Your art is also lovely and has such a cute style, it's always a joy to see more of!

lasdfhsdk thank you..... I can’t imagine my writing really being a goal but I’m so glad. I love thinking through character emotions and character acting and such, so I’m happy it ends up showing

and I love your fics, too! they’re always creative in their premises and such a delight to read

[hiphipfrey]

Emilena + "Is it really you?"

well this got longer than i thought but hey when as that stopped me!!!

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“After you.”

Emily swallowed hard as she was lead into yet another strange room, one that was separated down the middle by a glass wall. Beyond the glass wall was a large pod-like chamber with a short hallway that connected it to the central room, and around her were several monitors. 

Some had a list of rapid numbers, charts, and line-graphs that were scrolling too fast for her to read anyways. The others, however, showed a live video feed from different angles, one that nearly broke Emily’s heart in two: a bland room with a simple and clean, almost sterile design, and dear Lena curled up on the bed into a ball like a scared child in a thunderstorm. Every couple of minutes, the edges of Lena’s body would shaky, shimmer, and flicker, and each time it happened, she would curl tighter and tighter into herself.

Emily placed a shaking hand on one of the monitors while the other came up to her mouth in shock.

“This is the closest we’ve been to her in months.” The gorilla, er, Winston lumbered beside her and sat at the console at one side of the room, typing away at the module with a tired sigh. “I’ve just about finished rebuilding her chronal accelerator since our encounter with Doomfist, but I’m afraid she’s still too unstable to even wield it right now.”

 “What do you mean?” Emily turned away from the monitor and pointed to her girlfriend on screen. “She’s right there, isn’t she?”

"Her body is, yes.” Winston sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. “But chronal dissassociation isn’t just about being physically present, but mentally so, as well.” 

Emily frowned and glanced back at Lena, who flickered rather violently and there was a quiet moan of discomfort in the audio, one that she saw spike on another feed to her right. “This about her brain waves and such, yeah? The beta, alpha, gamma thing?”

“Oh, uh,” Winston nodded with a startled look on his face. “Yes. I presume she’s told you about her condition?” 

“She brought it up a few times, yeah.” Emily remembered that long conversation in particular after their second date, and remembered how Lena honestly thought it would scare her off at first. She smiled fondly at the memory of their first real kiss after that and sighed. “I think I got the gist of it, something about her brain waves being not right?”

“Indeed.” Glancing up from his work, he pointed to the monitor to her right above her head. We’ve been monitoring her brain waves to see where her mind is at, so to speak. “Twelve to thirty hertz are your typical beta wave readings -- the kind that lets us known the brain is awake and engaged -- and they’re what the chronal accelerator is looking for in order to synchronize with Lena.” 

Emily watched the numbers beside the ‘Hz’ symbol shift rapidly, far too fast for the naked eye to catch individual numbers. At the top of the graph was a single word.

GAMMA.

“Right now, her brain is scattered across time, and every part is taking in information from that specific period in time.” Winston explained, getting up from his module finally to join Emily’s side at the monitors. “Thus, making it impossible for it to slow down and focus on what her physical body is experiencing.”

Emily gripped the sleeve of her jacket, feeling her chest tighten painfully. “So, what, do we just keep waiting around for when her brain will catch up?”

“That was our method in the past, yes. But, and pardon the horrible pun, times have changed, and I believe there may be another solution.” He pressed a button on the wall beside him, and a doorway opened up into the hallway leading to the pod. 

“We need something that grounds her to the present time.” He continued with a smile, motioning her forward. “An anchor.”

Emily felt her face warm as she walked towards the pod, the weight of Winston’s words on her mind and in her heart with every step. The door shut behind her with a soft swish just in time for the door to the pod to click open with a hiss, and all too fast, she was there, inside this tiny little room with the girlfriend she hadn’t seen in almost four months since she’d left for a mission in Numbani.

Across the room, she saw Lena stir from the bed and look up with tired eyes. Her hair was disheveled, the medical frock she wore was wrinkled on one side, and she flickered more frantically the more she moved about.

Even still, Emily watched her sit up when she finally saw who was in the room, and her eyes widened. “...Em? Is... is it really you?”

The telltale sting of tears prickled at her eyes as she nodded and crossed the room to throw her arms around Lena tightly, burying her face into the crook of Lena’s neck with a happy sigh. “It’s me, Lees.”

Emily felt Lena’s soft gasp more than she heard it, and suddenly a pair of arms were wrapped around her as well. “You’re here? Here, here?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here.” She pulled back enough to cup Lena’s face between her hands, and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. “And so are you.”

[hiphipfrey]

I think my favorite fic of yours is Not as Fine as He Thought, its just really good hurt/comfort piece and they're just so caring and supportive for each other

hECK YE

tht piece was honestly hard to write at certain points not only bc of the sorta risque bits in the beginning, but bc it was a lot of unpacking of emotions??? 

jordan and i put so much into tht project and im honestly so happy with how it came out!!

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cryptidhanzoshimada replied to your photoset: me fine sailing vessel that i just realized i...

Wow I love this ordinary nondescript fishing vessel! Looks like a great ship to take into open waters and only catch fish with!

absolutely None Crimes are committed on this ship!!

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cryptidhanzoshimada replied to your post: I started listening to within the wires again, and...

you say bringing in Gabe acting like a wrathful father like its a bad thing but i dont see the downside to that

Overprotective Goth Dad burns down mad scientist lab, takes cowson out for ice cream before delivering him to high strung, worried boyfriend.