Their mortal parent was on the edge of death (e.g., terminal illness) when they met Thanatos, and his final gift to the parent before they died was the demigod child (similar to how Athena gifts children to her beloved)
aka Thanatos kids have hella parental issues (more so than the average demigod) due to their mortal parent being dead, as even Thanatos can't excuse what's inevitable
They can see how much life is left in a person when they meet someone's eyes, which is one of the reasons most Thanatos children avoid eye contact
Even if it's their father's job, many children of Thanatos are afraid of death and their loved ones dying due to how often it happens around them. they seem stop talking to people who are running out of time because they just can't face it, meaning that even though they don't tell anyone whose going to die, campers (and the dying person themself) can tell.
or, contrastingly, it's normalised in their mind and they encourage death with a smile, spending time with people in their final moments, reaping and leading the souls of their friends to the underworld themself out of love
Thanatos kids are usually more reserved and stoic though there are a few exceptions, and they seem to befriend children of Hebe, because they tend to stay youthful (and therefore a longer lifespan) on average
A lot of them are also friends with Children of Hades (more specifically and ironically, Hazel, who their father pardoned) because they have father's in the underworld
When they come to a certain age, intense emotions can make black feathers either fly in the air around them or make them sprout wings themself (just like Thanatos')
sometimes they can see/sense echoes of souls of the dead, more in places/around people where the dead person felt was important. for this very reason, some children of Thanatos prefer to wear headphones as it gets overwhelming, especially at a place where most die young like camp
most of them resent their father due to his absence (like almost all demigods) even if Thanatos tries to show love, he shows it through distance and the once-in-a-lifetime blessing (like he did by ignoring Hazel to let her live)
a common fatal flaw children of Thanatos have is recklessness -- a gift from their father was resistance to death, which is both a blessing and a curse, having to watch their loved ones die while they withstand life-threatening injuries. this can lead to them being reckless, knowing its less likely they'll die anyway, because their dad hates to see them leave, just as he did their mortal parent
One of my headcanons is that Echo can drink pretty much anyone under the table. The Bad Batch saw this for the first time they went out and were calling Rex like “should we bring him to the hospital???”
Here's some sfw headcanons for what I think Overwatch members' worst habits are c: (I rambled a bit so it's under the cut as per usual)
Winston:
It's obvious that Winston loves peanut butter, which is fine in and of itself. I think he has a really bad habit of leaving empty pots around the Overwatch HQs, especially his room though. That, and making the worst combinations imaginable. Like peanut butter and spicy chips, or peanut butter and eggs, that sort of thing. He would convince everyone to try it, and feel rejected if they didn't. It's his worst habit but not necessarily a toxic one; otherwise he's a pretty sensible individual.
Lena Oxton / Tracer:
Tracer's worst habit is definitely picking at her nails. She tends to do so as a self soothing action, but she doesn't know when to stop and it causes her to have scabs sometimes that Emily has to mend for her. It's something she's aware of but nothing helps to stop her from doing so; she's tried picking stones, those zit popping toys, everything. Nothing feels as good as picking her skin when she's anxious.
Mei-Ling Zhou / Mei:
When Mei's in a low mood and is struggling mentally, she sometimes finds it hard to avoid not talking down herself, or viewing herself negatively. It seeps into the atmosphere in HQ, and it's something that she struggles to get herself out of. Once the bad thoughts start, she can't control them and struggles to do so, especially when they involve her survivor's guilt.
Genji Shimada / Genji:
Genji used to have several bad habits he's learned to stop over the years, like playing games in his bed, eating unhealthy food too much, smoking probably at one point or another. But he still cant shake the bad habit of skipping training sometimes because he can't be bothered. If he's not in the mood, there's no way he's gonna be seen in the gym strength and ability training unless Brigitte drags him there.
Reinhardt Wilhelm / Reinhardt:
Reinhardt has a tendency to overdramatise everything; from his speech to his stories. This applies too to his emotions, and he feels them too close to his heart as though his skin was made of paper. He struggles with his ability to regulate his emotions, and it's something he's aware of but views it as something positive, rather than negative. He wouldn't admit that it's his worst habit, but everyone around him would.
Brigitte Lindholm / Brigitte:
Brigitte takes care of herself very well; she views the human body as a machine that needs rest, supplements, nutrition, etc. But her worst habit is remembering to drink when she's working on something or busy with a mission. The amount of times Angela has had to admit her for dehydration isn't even funny, and Reinhardt is always getting yelled at by Torbjorn for 'letting it happen to her'. It's one of those things where when Brigitte is focused on something, she forgets everything else going on.
Angela Ziegler / Mercy:
Angela has a very bad problem with doomscrolling online. Once she starts, she cant stop even when she gets ads telling her to take a break. She doesn't necessarily enjoy it, and it keeps her up late into the night, but it's a distraction for her from everything going on in the world. Don't ask to see her app usage history; it'll entirely be instagram reels and tiktok with like 9hrs a day average usage.
Echo:
Sometimes, Echo fails to match her responses to the mood of the situation. She tends to take a direct and neutral stance on everything, so her worst habit is that sometimes she comes off as though she's playing devil's advocate, when she isn't. She's just simply showing all aspects that the person she's talking to might not have considered. She's a very logical being, but the way in which she does this sometimes comes off negatively on other people.
Vivian Chase / Sojourn:
With Vivian, I can imagine she has a bad habit of getting stuck in nostalgic loops. She likes to look back on the past, understand what happened and what went wrong, but if she lets herself do it too much or for too long, she lingers on her mistakes and it affects her mentally. Similarly to Mei, she feels survivors guilt and feels ashamed for the events in Canada that happened to her sister and niece years ago. Vivian loves a blast from the past, but struggles to regulate how far back to go and how much to think about it.
Lúcio Correia dos Santos / Lucio:
Lucio has a very bad habit of staying up too late, working on music or plans for the next day, to the point where he misses sleep and is extremely groggy in the morning. It's something he gets distracted with and loses track of time with. It doesn't help either that he has time blindness and gets lost in the music.
Cole Cassidy / Cassidy:
Smoking is his worst habit; everyone working in Overwatch will tell you that. He refuses to try vaping, and prefers cigars to anything else. His cough is disgusting at times, and he has nicotine rush every morning after his first cigar, which makes it hard for anyone to talk to him and get a response from him properly. It's something he has no intention of stopping, as he's here to live a good life not a long one, but everyone has an issue with it when he smokes around them because his favourite brand absolutely reeks.
Fareeha Amari / Pharah:
Fareeha holds grudges too long; she struggles with forgiveness and moving forwards. She won't admit it, but it's something that affects her relationship to her family and previous friends. If she's wronged as well, it only takes that one moment for her to give up emotionally and mentally on that friendship. It's not rational, and she understands that, but it's something she views as another form of protection, like armour against people who could hurt her or abandon her.
Jean-Baptiste Augustin / Baptiste:
Baptiste is a bad influence when it comes to drinking and has a bad habit of not knowing his own limit. To this day, he still wonders how he's the first one to be absolutely drunk when everyone else around him is barely tipsy (even after he's had 3 shots one after another of fireball on an empty stomach). He indulges in it too much and he doesn't know his own limit to drinking, so you can imagine Cole and Angela have had to comfort him while his head's in the toilet bowl.
Aleksandra Zaryanova / Zarya:
Zarya has a tendency to give everyone grace and understanding, even when they don't deserve it. She gives people too many chances, and too many opportunities to use her. It's something she's working on, but she views the world in a more positive light than others and wants to keep the optimism she has for other people.
Hana Song / D.Va:
Hana has been told for years she holds herself to too high standards with her work and efforts in Overwatch, and she works herself to the bone. It's something she doesn't view as wrong, but it impacts her body and mind SEVERELY. Angela and Brigitte have had several conversations about taking breaks and not pushing herself too hard with staying up late for work, skipping meals, exhausting herself on missions, etc. It's her worst habit and even she would agree, but she doesn't intend to change it when it gives her the results they need.
Bastion:
Bastion's worst habit is getting distracted easily; he's like a kid in a candy shop sometimes with the places Overwatch takes him, and he loves to show Ganymede everything he finds and take them places he enjoyed. It's bothersome sometimes, especially if he's nowhere to be found on a mission because he's busy showing Ganymede the other birds near their temporary station. It is what it is though, and seeing Bastion happy and on their side is something they appreciate.
rated e for explicit sexual content — 18+ — minors dni.
a/n: beefy pro fighter maya my beloved
maya lopez x reader ; is your girlfriend a puppy or a brawler? yes.
warnings: nsfw, semi-explicit smut, afab language, anal play, choking, spanking, strap-ons, rough sex, one single mention of blood.
watching maya in the ring gets you hot. especially when she’s fighting men and they can’t hold their own against her. she’s faster, anticipates better, hits harder, bounces back quicker. first time she invited you to a fight you worried you wouldn’t like seeing her get hit, but that fear dissolved when she took a mean cross to the jaw and found you in the crowd, flashed you a bloody grin, and pummeled her opponent into submission with heavy-handed blow after blow before the first round was up. when you kissed her in the locker room after the fight she tasted a little bit like blood even though she’d already cleaned up, but you didn’t mind. you kind of liked it. then she used her prize money to take you out to dinner where she touched you under the table while she ate steak tips and drank beer and you were left to grip your drink until your knuckles went white and every muscle in your body tensed.
nowadays you’re front row at all of her fights with her leather jacket draped over your shoulders to keep it warm for her and so everyone knows exactly who you’re there for. who you belong to.
tight hugs when she comes home from the gym in muscle shirts, nuzzling into a big bicep because it’s warm and hard and you’re never safer than when you’re wrapped up in her. kissing on her arm because you don’t want to pull away to free your hands to speak and you don’t think she wants to either and you like that her skin tastes a little like sweat and you really like how she flexes as soon as your mouth touches her.
it’s always the arms. reaching for her in bed at night, curling your hands around her arm, pulling it against your chest and snuggling it like you would a teddy bear while she snores softly at your side. tugging her arm around your shoulders while standing in line at the supermarket. digging your nails into her forearms when she plants her hands on either side of your head and looms over you with a presence as intimidating as it is dead fucking sexy. telling her she should get tattoos because she’s got the arms for it. she’s not big on pda but she doesn’t mind you hanging onto her arm in public because it makes her feel like you’re never going to leave her and as independent as she is you know she lusts after the loyalty she inspires in you.
when she hangs out topless in boxers at home you’re always ready to fucking fold. when she cooks in training shorts and a sports bra you like to sit and watch, following the ebb and flow of thick muscle beneath her skin as she moves through the kitchen and pretends not to notice how heavy your eyes are on her. when she works out in cropped tanks it’s hard not to drool and you get stuck between wanting to drop to your knees and worship her abs with your tongue and wanting to get pinned down and rendered helpless by her big strong arms.
sometimes you wake up in the morning to maya doing pushups on the floor beside the bed. you roll over to the edge and prop your chin on your hands and watch with a dreamy little smile on your face. when she’s done you drag her into the shower and throw yourself at her under the spray of hot water.
other times you wake up to maya doing pullups on the bar you installed in the doorjamb. sometimes on those days you’ll roll onto your back and prop your legs open and stroke yourself through your underwear while you watch her muscles bulge and flex, pausing to tell her, “ten more,” before going back to playing with your cunt. getting yourself ready for her while you watch her smirk and power through the last of her reps. by the time she’s done and crawling back into bed with you her chest is heaving and her skin is warm to the touch and when you take a fistful of her shirt and pull her down on top of you she’s heavy and solid and her hips fit so well between your legs.
bear hugs. her big muscly arms draped around your neck, your face nuzzled against her throat. her hands on your legs while you lay on the couch with a movie on in the background. her fingers working the knots from your back after a long day, pressing your skin, stroking your muscles like she can convince them to ease up and stay that way if only she touches you in the perfect spot. coming up behind you while you’re cooking and draping herself over your back, arms over your shoulders, cheek pressed to the side of your head as she rests her weight on you and you can’t even be annoyed about the fact that it’s very hard to cook with a big brawler putting all her weight on you because you love when she gets clingy. you set down the spatula and sign, “puppy,” because you know she’s watching your hands and it’ll make her roll her eyes and grin and because she really does act like a big lapdog sometimes and she knows it.
wearing her shirts. her hoodies. they’re big on you but you like that, and you like that they smell like her, like she’s right there with you instead of working late. when she works late and you’re bored and lonely you’ll text her nonsensical strings of emojis, or you’ll tell her about whatever garbage television you’re watching in her absence. she’ll usually text back within minutes, always making sure you know you’re as much a priority as her job is. on the rare occasions when she doesn’t text back quickly, you’re not above playing the teasing game. pulling on one of her zip-up sweatshirts with nothing on underneath and sending her a selfie. stripping down and slipping into a pair of her boxers and posing for a picture in front of the standing mirror in her bedroom. her responses rarely betray how much she truly enjoys pictures like those, but an i’ll deal with you when i get home or a behave yourself from maya is the equivalent of a heart-eyes emoji from anyone else. and she does always deal with you when she gets home (and you rarely ever behave), though ‘dealing with you’ can mean anything from eating you out on the couch until you’re trembling and teary and too sensitive to take any more to throwing you over her lap, spanking you red and raw, and slipping her favorite little plug into your ass.
maya likes to lounge. likes to kick back and sit with her knees propped open wide, likes you on her lap where you can see her and she can see you. claims it’s better even than the view of you bent over with an arch in your back because it’s all in the eyes. so she claims. but you’re fairly certain she just likes you on her lap so she can talk dirty to you. so you’re ready for it when she drops onto the couch and pulls you down to straddle her lap. “you look good,” she’ll say, hands moving slowly, deliberately, because she knows you hate waiting and she loves drawing out the teasing. “like you were made to be on top of me.” and you’ll start to blush, which she loves, too, and she’ll reach up and brush your rosy cheeks with her thumbs to draw attention to your bashfulness. meantime she’s just smiling that little secret half-smile that pulls at the corner of her lips as she gazes up at you through her lashes. “i want to watch you ride me,” she'll tell you, or, “let me sit back and watch you bounce on my dick,” or, “show me how you ride my cock.” doesn’t matter what she says, you’ll do whatever the fuck she wants.
win or lose (though maya has five wins for every loss) you’re her favorite prize, the one she can always count on. she’s indulgent after wins, likes dragging you into the locker room and sweet talking you into stripping down and joining her in the shower. she’ll soap you up until your skin’s all slippery and warm and then she’ll touch you for what feels like hours: coasting her hands down your back, taking handfuls of your ass, pulling you in until your hips are notched against hers, until you’re anchored to each other and nothing in the world could force you apart. she likes how you feel against her, your slick heat on her thigh always warmer even than the hot water, your nipples rubbing against her chest. she’ll kiss you nice and slow, she’ll suck your tongue into her mouth, will touch every inch of your body she can reach, reacquainting herself with how you feel when you’re laid bare for her. when she touches you between your legs where you need it most it’s all gentle, unrelenting pressure, and it’s all so soft. fighting’s her outlet, you’re her reward, and she treats you like you’re priceless.
it’s different after a loss. when things don’t go her way in the ring she won’t bother with a shower, she’ll just grab her bag and then grab you and take you home. sometimes you don’t even make it to the bedroom before her aggression surfaces and she bends you over the kitchen counter, the dining table, or presses you up against the wall in the hallway and yanks your pants down and forces a knee between your thighs so she can rut against you, fucking you into a hard surface because there’s nowhere else to put her frustration and she knows you like to take it. when she loses, round two is you on your knees with her leg over your shoulder and a hand in your hair, holding you steady while she uses you to get off. fucks herself on your face, rubs her cunt against your mouth and nose while you do your best to keep up with your tongue without losing your breath. round three is you on your back, legs hooked around her waist, pussy stretched around her favorite strap while she pounds into you, fucks you open, one hand wrapped around your throat so she can feel every last little sound you make.
This is gonna get spicy, so I'll put it below the cut
Echo is the kind of dom who will softly tease you. And the main way he'll do that is his namesake -- he'll repeat every request you make back to you so you can hear how filthy your needy little pleas sound in his gruff voice.
Because of this, he'll tell you to use your words often when you're intimate.
Sometimes, you'll get a "good girl" and his response is sincere, a way for him to confirm your consent, His tone is soft, gentle but he still feels his stomach twist pleasantly at seeing how flustered you get at the sound.
"You want to ride me, love? My good girl knows how to ask so nicely for what she needs. Of course, baby, come sit right here."
But other times, it has a mocking edge as he actively seeks to get a rise out of you, to push you just that little bit more to losing control. Watching how your usual wit is drowned out by pleasure until all you can do is whine and moan for more all because of him.
"Oh? You want me to fuck you from behind? Fill you nice you nice and deep as I make your ass bounce on my cock? Well, how can I say no?"
He's never actually been able to tease you to your breaking point because his own usually ironclad patience runs out long before yours does. That's because he can't find it in himself to deny you what you want for very long, especially when he wants it just as much.
Either way the night unfolds, Echo will make sure you get exactly what you asked for.
Afterward, he pulls you into the shower with him, cleaning you off gently and showering you with praise -- telling you how good you were for him, how perfect you were, how happy he is and how glad he is that he could make you feel good. Just turns the softness up to the max before settling in bed with you.
I have a headcaon that echo ( if he has a robotic hand) crochet/sews. Maybe he helps fixes lula when wrecker is just a bit to ruff with her. Maybe he helps the batch with modifying their blacks. Maybe he makes them things like mittens, scarves, sleep masks, beanies, and socks. Just something sweet? 
Omg anon, I love this!
Now, I don't know much about crochet, but I do know a bit about sewing, so -
Echo Sewing HC
No warnings for this, just fluff ❤
It was originally Techs idea
Echo had received a prosthetic hand, but didn't like using it, because it wasn't fully adjusted to his movements
And due to the busy nature of a soldiers life, Echo didn't have time for his hand to not work properly out on the field
Tech suggested for Echo to use his fingers for something simple between missions, so he could finally get used to his new hand and get it to correspond with his movements right
Echo was very against the idea from the start
"Uhuh, no way! I'm not gonna start doing something that's normally for grannys and droids!"
It took a lot of convincing on Techs part
But one day when Lulas arm fell off and Wrecker wouldn't stop moaning about it, Echo finally gave in
Before going full operation mode on Lula, Echo obviously practiced on old uniforms and whatnot
Once he was confident enough to do, he successfully reattached Lula's arm
Seeing how much joy this brought his brother, Echo fell in love with the craft
Between missions, he would patch their body gloves back together if they had been damaged
He made earplugs and sleeping masks for Hunter and Crosshair, so they could get uninterrupted sleep
Which was good, because Echo would watch holo tutorials to learn new stitches and he had a habit repeating the steps out loud
He would modify their clothes, if they needed to go undercover or blend in, which was a huge help
Especially for Wrecker, poor thing is too big to fit most clothes
And once Omega joined the squad, it went crazy
He would make her tons of clothes, dolls, teddies and whatnot
If they had to go to an unfamiliar enviroment for Omega, he would be quick to make sure her clothes were fit for it
He loved making blankets and little trinkets for her to hang in her room
Even if it meant he got labelled as the mom of the squad by this
