#ow blackwatch

[maximumcatfeels]

Listen, I’m not saying that Moira dressing up as Slenderman for Halloween and hanging out in the dark parts of the Blackwatch base and using her fade ability to “teleport” right up into the face of her victims to scare the shit out of Jesse and Genji IS canon.

I’m just saying that it really should be. Get on it Papa Jeff.

(Also, Gabriel gave the idea to Moira.)

(And made her the suit.)

[flawed--creation]

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[talonmom]

Get out of my house Sombra....

[maximumcatfeels]

I have a headcanon that Moira is decent at photography.

Like, she probably has gotten some practice getting good pictures through some different avenues (taking pictures at Cons of cosplayers - taking selfies of her own costumes - and the more boring but still useful pictures documenting her research)

I don’t think she’s an artist with it, but she knows enough and has had enough practice with photography to be able to take a picture that turns out pretty well: not blurry, the lighting isn’t horrible, no one’s head is cut off, etc

I also wonder if she took some candid shots of the Blackwatch boys on occasion. The Overwatch group doesn’t think about who took the photo (they just assume it was another agent like Fio the pilot) and they keep some of the photos for scrapbooks and put them on the wall, things like that - totally unaware the Moira took them.

They don’t even think about it until after they capture Moira (after the recall) and she sees one of the photos on the walls and makes a comment about how she had to retake the picture a few times - McCree kept blinking at the wrong time.

And... they just never thought about who took the photos. And it kind of underscores how much Moira was there, but kept hidden, kept secret.

(They don’t know how to deal with it. With that knowledge, some of the Overwatch old guard feel like the pictures are tainted now. Others are more angry at themselves for not even thinking about it. )

(As for the old Blackwatch members... its mixed feelings all around- but mostly nostalgia for the good times before Venice - everything is so complicated now)

[maximumcatfeels]

Hey, so I’m looking for a beta to read two things for me:

1.) A story I already posted : Floating Vials (found here on Ao3)

And 2.) a new story which is mostly humor and semi-crack that I haven’t posted yet. It’s centered around Moira, McCree, and Reyes (non-romantic In all directions) and her choice of weapon when coming into Blackwatch.

Mostly I’m looking for someone to help me with tenses (sometimes I slip out of the correct tense), the fact that my spell check HATES Moira’s last name, and just another set of eyes.

Both are completed stories. Both Floating Vials and the new work are about 6k words in length.

I don’t know what I can do in return, but talk to me and we’ll figure somethings out.

Or if I don’t find a Beta I’ll just post it as edited as I can in about a week.

Here’s a sample of the new story:

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Jesse’s gut feeling was rarely wrong (except for when it came to certain foods – why his stomach hated the Strike Commander’s cooking was anyone’s guess, but it never failed to force him into camping in the bathroom for a day afterwards, no matter how good/inoffensively bland it tasted.)

Right now his gut was unhappy with boss’s new… “doctor”, Moira O’Deorain.

Ok, maybe putting doctor in quotations was a bit much (as far as he knew, this spindly, beanpole of a woman DID actually have a doctorate in… something? Something medical based, he was sure, but he had been spacing out when the boss had gone over her credentials.)

Reyes had been cagey about why he wanted this giraffe-human hybrid to be in Blackwatch, which was setting off all sorts of warning bells in Jesse’s head and guts.

“We NEED her, Jesse.”

“For what, exactly?”

“To patch up your sorry ass during a mission, ingrate. Or do you not remember the time in Cairo?”

“I was fine! It was just a graze!”

“A graze that required 35 stitches and a blood bag when we got back to base?”

“Yeah, exactly. A graze.”

Reyes’s eyebrow arched at him.