By being a bitch in my 30’s I must submit that Danny has more than crunchy knees and a need for a nap after trials. The lil freak carries tums in his pocket since he’ll get indigestion out of no where, he has to make an old man noise every time he gets up from a seat, and he has to stretch before trials otherwise he runs the risk of pulling a muscle.
NAPPING AFTER TRIALS IS DEADASS WHAT I DREW FOR THAT GHOSTPIG FRIENDSHIP AND I LOVE IT
He's the type to put on the TV and immediately fall asleep, but then wake up and tell you he was watching that when you try to change the channel. He slaps his thighs while getting up and says "welp..." to signal that he's leaving. His back always hurts no matter what. His joints will randomly crack and it's the most sickening noise ever heard.
And the best part? Mandy is also in her 30s, and she's older than him.
Backpacking off that idea of Illya hosting Venom, can you imagine what sort of beast Venom would be with a host as strong as Illya!?
........now it's in my head again, thank you.
(Referring to this post)
But YEAH you are absolutely right. They would be an absolute NIGHTMARE together. Eddie Brock is a couch potato man (affectionate), Illya is. already superstrong on his own.
They would be extremely effective and Napoleon would have a great time sitting back and watching LOL (both because SIGHT FOR SORE EYES and well. he doesn't have to work!)
Nines is tuned into Gavin's heart, right? So he knows when it speeds up, slows down, skips, etc. And as the most advanced android ever created he can assess and process an entire situation in a fraction of a second. So I raise you Gavin getting hit hard enough to stop his heart for a few seconds, but to Nines it feels so much longer.
oh FUCK oh my god you
HORRIBLE GENUIS
listen,, buddy, my bestest friend, this is so so good and I want to write it but I’m super exhausted from Everything(tm) right now so I can’t, but I will definitely keep this prompt in mind if my creative energy ever returns from the war
even better tho
a few weeks later, it’s super apparent Nines has way more PTSD about the whole incident than Gavin does--who’s actually recovering pretty well, he’s a mess of bruises and two casts, but he’s ultimately Fine--and he knows Nines is real fucked up about it and that his partner thought he was dead for three seconds, he’s not enough of a dick to tease him about that, but the general consensus is that Nines being THIS fucked up about it is kind of weird
but then Connor makes an off-hand, bragging comment about how he’s advanced enough to run preconstructions down to the pico-second to calculate thousands of results in a single “human second” to determine the best course of action
and Gavin has to google what a fucking picosecond is and learns from wikipedia that “a picosecond is to one second as one second is to 31,689 years” and realizes Nines thought he was dead for way longer than three seconds ;n;
I sometimes have a few issues with facial expressions, especially if there's no words being said. In that scene where Illya shocks Rudi for the first time he looks at Napoleon, but I can't tell if it's from Napoleon still having his hand on Rudi or from seeing how strong the electric was. Can you break down his expression for me, please?
I think it’s open to many interpretations, but I’ll try to break down his facial expressions as I see them.
First, I think I need to consider where Illya is at mentally. He’s just been “betrayed” by Gaby and his first priority is, not contacting his commanding officer and telling him the situation or trying to find the bomb, but finding Solo. Illya had been listening to the conversation between Gaby and her Uncle Rudi; he knows Uncle Rudi “needs to make a telephone call” and that’s likely to tell Victoria that Solo is CIA—Illya knows Solo is in trouble and needs to get to Solo before it’s too late (although from his perspective, it might already be too late, but he’s going to try to save Solo anyway—which I think says a lot. Perhaps he felt he owed Solo since Solo had been in a similar situation of not knowing if he was still alive after the boat incident but Solo went to save him from drowning anyway?)
Let’s assume that Solo is being held at the Vinciguerra shipping facility since that is most likely and the design of Rudi’s lab matches the design of that facility. This gives Illya some advantage because he’s already been there before and knows about the hidden button to get to the basement, however, the facility is heavily guarded.
Illya would have to find a way to sneak past, or probably fight off, all these guards to get to Solo. This is probably why, although Uncle Rudi and Illya were at the same location (Vinciguerra’s Manor) when Gaby exposed them, that Uncle Rudi got to Solo before Illya. So Illya has done all this work to find Solo although he has no way of knowing if Solo is dead or alive. Fortunately, Solo is still alive. Now here’s where it’s a bit confusing for me, does Illya know that Solo was being tortured by electrocution? I don’t see how he cannot given that there are no other physical signs of torture. Solo is sweating, blood is streaming from his nose, and there are tears along his cheeks. Illya is also a skilled tech with proficiency in computer programming languages FACT and COBOL, so he would be able to recognize how the chair is wired up. Yet, after he’s strapped Rudi’s right hand, when he comes to the front of the chair, he looks curiously at the contraption with a foot pedal.
Although, perhaps he’s merely looking for the on switch? Either way, he’s startled when Rudi is electrocuted.
Interesting thing, though, is that he checks Solo’s reaction, not Rudi’s. Is this realization of how badly Solo was tortured? Or surprise that it is an electrocution device? (Which I don’t think makes sense, again because of his specialities… but he was also surprised to see an aircraft carrier… while flying over the ocean… which is also confusing but I guess you can argue that he didn’t expect the British Navy to get involved? I digress.)
Illya’s expression does change from surprise to this expression:
He’s looking more intensely at Solo. Perhaps this expression is deep concern over Solo’s welfare. This realization of what this chair does, if you want to call it realization, is unsettling to him. Perhaps he’s realizing how close Solo would have been to dying if he hadn’t gotten to him in time. Or perhaps he was worried he’d injured Solo again because he hadn’t been paying attention to the fact that Solo was still touching the chair. In this angle, Solo is still touching the chair when Illya presses the pedal:
I think you can make a lot of arguments on what Illya’s reaction means, but either way, he’s not happy. Once he knows what this chair will do to Rudi, he’s quite keen to torture Rudi with it for information. The second time he presses the pedal it’s in response to Uncle Rudi being willing to testify against anyone, even his own niece. The third time, he’s taking his anger for Gaby betraying him (“It’s not the same”) out on Rudi simply for the sake of doing it, but the pedal doesn’t work that time, but he keeps jamming his foot on the pedal anyway until Solo tells him it has a glitch. Illya is clearly disgusted by what Rudi subjected Solo to and angry at Gaby for endangering Solo as well. Which is probably why he fights against believing Gaby didn’t betray them and learning that Gaby is a British spy working for Waverly (“You’re wrong. […] You’re wrong. I saw her betray us at Vinciguerra.”) It takes Waverly telling him that he told Gaby to betray them for Illya to accept what had happened and forgive her. He realized she had no choice in the matter, that she had to obey Waverly, even if it meant possibly getting her teammates killed.
A difficult situation that Illya probably knows all too well.
In the end, he would have done exactly the same thing in her position.
I haven't been keeping track recently outside of AH, what has Joel done?
Joel has done some pretty shitty things in the past which is why I unfollowed him a while ago, choosing to not keep up with his tweets. I figured that what will happen between Joel and RoosterTeeth is more or less company business.
But recently, I think the straw that broke the camel’s back was that during the beginning of the Black Lives Matter protests. While a lot of RT employees were tweeting support and ways to help, Joel tweeted some pretty insensitive things that did nothing to help the movement, i.e. the looting, destroying of businesses, etc. You can condemn the looters while still supporting the message behind the BLM movement, but Joel’s tweets framed it as though the protests and the movement were overall bad because of the looting, etc. When I was scrolling through his tweets, that was the feel I got from it.
A lot of his tweets, joking or not, rubs me the wrong way. I know that Joel has a pretty interesting sense of humor but using the excuse of “it’s just a joke” or “that’s just my humor” is a pretty weak way to disguise shitty opinions; likewise, is also a weak way to defend him because it’s “just his sense of humor”.
To reply to “He help start Rooster Teeth you cunt” without my sarcasm, no one said that he didn’t help start RoosterTeeth. Joel Heyman is one of the founding fathers of RoosterTeeth, he’s the iconic voice of Caboose, he’s a pretty decent actor and he does have good comedic timing. Credit where credit is due, he is part of RoosterTeeth history. But that should not shield him from any criticism that is thrown his way and that should not excuse any of his shitty behavior. Just as he is allow to tweet what he wants, people should be able to call him out. He should not be safe from consequences due to his actions just because he’s part of RT history.
Here is a link to a reddit post that have a lot more information in the comments about the things that he has done. There are also people making points of defending him, some points make sense, some are reaching a bit but I do implore anyone who’s reading this to go, read through those and come up with your own conclusion on Joel.
This is just my own conclusion after seeing his tweets, what he did, etc. If anyone wants to discuss their views on this situation, you’re free to do so. I would love to read your take on this as well.
Its october, any spoopy ideas for Ona and the mafia boys?
I SWEAR I WASN’T PLANNING ON TAKING THIS FUCKING LONG TO ANSWER YOU, BUT THIS LITTLE FICLET REFUSED TO GET WRITTEN. GAH!
But here you go :D it took a fluffy route, I’m so sorry. But enjoy these three idiots being disgustingly cute together. And the Jericho gang being awesome 👀
Also infinite thanks to @tinmiss1939 for helping me out and fixing mistakes :_) you rock, girl ❤️
The streets were full of people in all kinds of costumes, shouting and laughing while taking pictures, the kids going door to door with their candy bags ready and a joyful mood around everything and everyone.
Halloween was always an exciting holiday for everyone, costume or not.
This year Ona convinced Connor and Richard to find matching costumes and was actually delighted when they finally said yes. The plan for tonight was to go along with Cole into his ‘trick or treat’ journey with his friends and other parents, and when it was way past midnight, the three of them would go to the Manfred’s halloween party until the early hours of the day.
Ona was distracted of her thoughts when the roaring of an engine and a familiar song blasting loudly out of the car speakers appeared on her left. She squinted, trying to look who were causing such noises, only to find a grinning Connor with his sunglasses on and ready to jump out of a beautiful red cabrio car. Richard was on the wheel, smiling as he saw her. Ona noticed it was most certainly an old but in perfect condition model, certainly Richard’s. Her eyes widened when she saw the horse emblem on the grille. Was that Richard’s 1965 Ford Mustang?!
As Ona thought, Connor jumped out of the car but instead of walking he danced towards her, sliding his feet at the rhythm and choreography of Greased Lightning, even singing along, until he was right in front of Ona only to turn around and go back to the car to show off the leather jacket with the ‘T-Birds’ logo and letters in it.
Ona couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth with her hand even though she knew it was useless. Connor went back to her, grinning, and sneaked his arms around her waist. The music was lowered down as it jumped onto the next track.
“What’s up doll?” his grin was contagious and Ona couldn’t help but to reciprocate it.
She took his sunglasses off, finding his brown gaze smiling up at her.
“Hello, handsome.” He looked so different from his usual self, both him and Richard. Used to see them in the pristine suits and the perfectly ironed shirts, they were clad in t-shirts, dark jeans, boots and leather jackets. They even styled their hairs to go along with the Grease costume.
“Ready for a ride?” Connor’s plan of stealing a kiss was interrupted by a car horn.
“C’mooon, we’re gonna be late! And keep it PG-13!” Cole’s voice rose out above all the background noise and bursted their little bubble. Connor turned around, scowling, and saw Cole throwing himself back at the steering wheel while Richard easily prevented him from doing so. Ona snorted.
“He’s right, you know. The Williams are waiting for us and Cole told me he really wanted to show Alice his Link costume.” Ona unwrapped Connor’s arms from her waist and dragged him with her, giggling at his pout.
Richard opened the door for her, winking, and pushed it so it was wide enough for Ona to slip through. Connor jumped back in on the backseat, next to Cole who had the perfect example of a shit-eating grin. Connor mouthed “gremlin” at him, flicking his nose. Oblivious to what was happening behind her, Ona leaned towards Richard and gave him a quick peck on his cheek.
“Lookin’ good, daddy-o.” Ona exaggerated the accent, wiggling her brows, but it made Richard laugh anyways. His cheeks turned slightly red.
Richard checked the side mirror for incoming cars, as well as the rear mirror to see if Cole had his seatbelt on. Once everything was in order he revived the engine, it’s roar powerful enough to make people look at them. Richard took great pride on his collection of cars and the absolute perfect condition he had them all in, and since Ona suggested them to go treat or tricking in Grease costumes, he decided it would be good to take his old mustang out for a little walk.
“Did you actually rehearse this?” Ona knew Connor wasn’t one for spontaneity, always needing to have everything under control, but maybe today was different.
“No.”
“Yes.”
The three of them answered at the same time. Connor and Richard looked dumbfoundedly at Cole, wounded that he would spill such secrets.
“Oh my God, really? Ona laughed, turning slightly around so she could see him better.
“Yes they did, and I have a video.”
“You did not–” Connor was tempted to strangle him right there.
“Papa has the video, tell him to show you later.”
Thank God they were stopped at a red light, because Richard turned around, slowly, and looking directly into Cole’s eyes he spoke in the most serious voice Ona has ever heard him.
“Tell me you didn’t record that particular thing.”
“In full HD.”
“You goddamn gremlin.”
Ona gasped. Richard never cursed or lost his perfect control unless he was very, very stressed out or just about to lose it. Now Ona was seriously curious about the incriminating videos.
“Richard! Don’t use such language in front of Cole!”
“See Rich? Listen to the teacher.” Cole was far too much of a smart-ass, but at any given opportunity of having the upper hand on his brothers, he would gladly take it.
“Don’t make me turn this car around.” Cole decided it was better to drop the subject. He really wanted to go trick or treating with Alice.
Ona looked at the sheer domesticity of this scene, how after getting rid of the masks and layers they wear for outsiders they were just a family with their bickering and brotherly fights, and she couldn’t help but smile and laugh.
“What’s so funny? Our dignity and reputation is at stake!” Connor whined, leaning forward to Ona’s seat.
“Well, now I really want to see the videos since they are so top secret.”
“You’re cruel, sunshine.” Connor mumbled into her hair, sighing.
The rest of the ride went smoothly, enjoying the chilly air and the halloween spirit. They reached Alice’s house and Luther graciously allowed Richard to park the vintage car in the garage. All Richard had to do was let Luther take Kara for a very short ride around the neighborhood.
The Andersons, Ona and Alice watched Luther speed down the street with Kara’s musical laugh raising above the engine’s roar. Alice took Cole’s hand and ran to show him their ‘spooky’ decorations on their garden. Since they were both dressed as Zelda and Link, Kara made sure to carve a Ganondorf jack o lantern. Luther helped, of course, he had quite a good hand with crafts.
The brothers and Ona followed the kids, marvelling on the beautiful kept garden. Ona observed how they both completely ignored the thriving rose bushes. Huh, curious. Cole and Alice kept talking, engrossed in a discussion about some story point about a game Ona didn’t remember the name. While watching over them, she felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around her waist. The smell of Richard’s cologne tickled her nose.
“I didn’t have the opportunity to tell you how beautiful you look.” Ona blushed at the feel of his lips brushing against her ear.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, stud.” Ona felt his smile on her neck. “I really dig the leather jacket.”
“You do?” Richard let go slightly of her waist, letting Ona turn around in his arms to face him. Connor could handle the kids for a sec.
“It gives you a bad boy look,” Ona stroked his arms, her hands going up to explore the expanse of his chest. The jacket fit just right, enhancing his broad shoulders. He was such a sight. “I really like it.”
Richard made a mental note to put on the other leather jacket he had buried inside his closet. He bought it on a whim but never had much opportunities to wear it. Now he had the perfect excuse to do so the next time they went to pick up Cole.
Kara and Luther came back, ready to go out for a night of walking and collecting candy. Cole and Alice ran outside, screaming and jumping around excitedly. Kara quickly went after them, leaving Luther talking about the mustang’s attributes with Richard, and Ona and Connor following them behind. The chilly air of the night proved to be a great excuse for Ona to inch closer to Connor. He wordlessly took her hand in his, brushing his fingers first. They both knew how much this gesture meant, as Connor always had his walls up, so when she glanced up at him Ona saw his small smile while he looked out for Cole. Tonight he wouldn’t care about people looking at them as some parents recognised their children’s teacher, looking at him, and for the public to know about his private life. Tonight was about Cole, about going out and have fun for the first time in years.
As the night went on, Kara offered them all a warm cup of coffee from her thermos that they all eagerly accepted, specially Ona; the fabric of her skin-tight trousers and shirt wasn’t exactly thick. The pink jacket could only do so much and open red pumps weren’t exactly autumn ideal footwear. Ona was taken aback, though, by the faint taste of whiskey in it, really not thinking Kara was someone who occasionally drank or drank at all. Given her gentle and soft manners, it was a surprise to find the burning sensation of the liquor there. Kara winked at her when she saw Ona’s surprised face, a tiny smile on her lips. Ona returned it.
Besides Kara’s coffee, Cole ran back to them more than once, giving Ona her favourite chocolate treats to quickly go back to the next house while slashing imaginary monsters with Alice.
They quickly lost track of time, letting the kids run and play until they exhausted themselves. It was way past 9PM that Cole and Alice began to grow tired. The sugar rush only lasted so long and they stretched every last second of it until they were almost tempted to ask Luther to carry them. After walking back to the Williams home, Connor, Richard and Ona left Cole to their care, knowing how excited Alice and Cole were for tonight. Little did they know when they left, speeding up to the Manfred’s manor, that the kids had a night of candy and videogames planned.
Ona had only visited to the Manfred’s manor once, for a dinner event the brothers had to attend and brought her with them as their date. She still was not used to the avant garde opulence of the manor, and even less to how nice everyone was. It was Simon who opened the door to them, smiling in his ghostbusters costume.
“I’m glad you could make it!” Simon stepped aside, letting them inside.
They could hear music beating loudly as they approached the door to the living room, people talking and laughing unaware of the new guests coming. Ona unconsciously straightened up, anxiety crawling up her body to settle on her guts. She couldn’t help but think about how most of the guests at this Halloween party were actual mobsters. Ona wasn’t stupid, she knew what she got herself into when the boys confessed their true professions after some incidents, but she still chose to welcome them in her life. It was still intimidating to think how all the people here were the sons and daughters of wealthy and important crime families. This was her life now. Besides, the Manfreds always treated her as if she was one of their own, being close friends with the Anderson boys and family. She felt at ease when Simon complimented her costume and proceeded to talk about the movie, being one of his all-time classics favourite.
North announced herself with a solid slap on Richard’s back, making him slightly stumble forward. She laughed loudly, proud of making this tower of a man stagger.
“I almost didn’t recognise you both! Who would have said we would live to see the day where you ditched the suits and ties and went bad boy for a day?” She winked at Ona. “I don’t know how you managed to convince them, but seeing how you are dressed, I think I may have an idea.”
The innuendo on her words made Ona blush and slightly stutter when she tried to mutter a response. She was not used to wear such skin-tight clothing, making her feel slightly exposed. Connor was the convincing one, begging her to wear the black outfit instead of the long skirt one.
“I see you ditched your costume to show your true self.” Connor crossed his arms, a smirk tugging his lips.
“Shush, mortal.” North righted the horns on her head, smirking like Connor. She was dressed as a devil with the wings and tail to go along. Oddly fitting.
They followed her outside where Markus and the rest of the gang were hanging out next to a small bonfire in the garden. As the night went on and grew colder, the warmth of the flames proved to be a comforting heat, making most of them stay close to it. Richard was currently in a heated match of darts with Simon, their accuracy absolutely terrifying, while Connor sat down in one of the chairs talking with Markus about something trivial, Josh and Ona kept the fire going, the young teacher sharing her fair share of stories about jumping bonfires on her home town’s festivities. That knowledge made Connor stop mid-sentence to look at her, mouth slightly open, making, in turn, Markus laugh at the scandalised expression of his friend. Josh whistled, not believing the sweet and gentle teacher was capable of doing such risky, crazy things.
“There was a lot of alcohol involved. Ask my cousin Jordi about it.” Ona hid behind her cocktail.
As the night went on, everyone got drunker and tongues got looser. This translated into Markus going for the piano. He looked at the Andersons with mischief in his eyes while he played the first notes of ‘You’re the one that I want’. This was no doubt North’s idea, watching delighted as Richard’s ears went red for what that song implied they wanted them to do. It was Connor who saved his brother from embarrassing himself, singing while going to where Ona was. He left his glass on a nearby table, extending his hand to her and winking. Drunk Connor meant carefree and silly Connor, and it made Ona giggle when he took off his leather jacket and moved to the rhythm. She played along, shrugging her own jacket off to let her shoulders bare. North cheered, encouraging them further. Connor couldn’t keep his hands off her, twirling her in his arms and pulling her back close to him. Ona let him lead, enjoying the open affection Connor was displaying. Ona laughed harder, breaking of character, when Connor shook his hips just like Travolta. Did he really rehearse this, somehow? Markus broke the magic of it all when he collapsed into tears and couldn’t play anymore, his belly hurting from laughing. He needed to find his forgotten glass to take a big gulp.
It went unsaid, but the Manfreds were very glad Ona had entered the Andersons’ lives. Seeing Richard smile and speak up more often, as he was doing now praising and congratulating Ona on her moves while candidly holding her waist in his hands, his lips on her ear, and Connor breaking down his self-imposed wall of indifference and coldness, leading to spontaneous jokes and silly, heartwarmingly moments, made them have a good feeling about their relationship. Even North, who had her reservations, quickly warmed up to Ona, seeing she was as inoffensive as a newborn kitten.
Speaking of which, she brought a box filled with hard plastic cups and ping pong balls.
They all quickly cleaned out a table, setting the cups and filling them with beer. After setting the rules and splitting into two teams, they began an unmatched battle. They both had a team member with incredible marksmanship, experienced players, calculating ones and finally, the ones who have no idea what are they doing but have lady luck on their side.
After almost knocking over some expensive furniture in excitement whenever someone had to drink, they declared yet another tie and split into small groups again, some going out to the garden, others raiding the kitchen for very late snacks, while others crashed on the sofa or whatever surface they may find. Simon decided the floor was enough and passed out under one of the many tables, even managing to snatch a pillow before curling into it. Connor couldn’t find Richard or Ona. Frowning, he went on a search for them, going out to see Markus and North talking while North poked the almost dead fire with a stick. No sign of his partners. They weren’t in the kitchen either, thinking Ona may have had one of her cravings of sweet snacks. But nope, not there either. Now he was beginning to grow worried.
A quiet giggle came from behind the giraffe next to the bookshelves and spiral stairs. Connor followed the sound, finding Ona on Richard’s arms on the floor while he rested his back on the bookshelves, mindlessly playing with her snow-white curls, as she spoke.
“Got room for one more?” His lips tugged into a soft smile.
“Only if you prove to be a good heater. I’m cold.” Ona rubbed her cheek on Richard’s chest, rousing a chuckle while he let her get comfortable. She was like a spoiled house cat.
“I’m not a walking furnace like Rich here, but I can try. Scoot over.”
Ona ended up sandwiched between them, feeling their warm bodies next to hers. Richard kept his hands busy playfully poking at her curls and freckles, while Connor kept droning about some Halloween factoids—Richard wasn’t paying much attention, honestly. Ona’s head rested on his shoulder, feeling suddenly completely drained from energy. The alcohol running inside her veins wasn’t helping. They were feeling a bit woozy too, so maybe it was time for them to go home and sleep it out. The next day could be spent in bed and not leaving the room for anything. Just a day for themselves. Richard sighed. That sounded good.
It was Markus who found them, quietly sneaking a picture and sending it to them for later. It was incredible how much they changed. For the better, he thought.
“‘Sup, love birds.” His teasing voice made Connor shut up at once. Ona mumbled something and snuggled closer to Richard’s warmth. “I see she conked out.”
“Yeah, I think it’s time we get back home.” Connor looked at Ona, already asleep.
“I’ll get the car.” Richard was about to move to gently pick her up in his arms and go for his car keys, but Markus hand stopped him.
“Why don’t you just crash here for tonight? We got plenty of rooms and comfy beds besides the floor.” The three of them looked back at Simon. Richard waved his hand at Markus, as if dismissing his proposal.
“It’s okay, I can drive.”
“How many drinks did you have tonight, Rich?” Markus raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.
“Uuh… three?” Markus brow rose higher. “Okay no, four. No. Five. Yeah, five.” Richard frowned, staring at the floor, thinking. “You have a point.”
“I don’t doubt your driving skills for a moment. God knows that even with a bleeding wound and about to pass out you drive like a devil behind the wheel.” Richard chuckled, remembering the mess they had to escape and the actual mess on his car’s leather interior—and the bullet holes. “Just stay the night. You know you are safe here.”
“Thank you, Markus.” Connor took Markus’ hand as he helped him get up, while Richard managed to lift himself off the floor with Ona on his arms.
They made it to the room, Markus disappearing to fetch them some pajamas while Connor gently woke Ona up so she could change and get ready to pass out again. Markus also brought water and painkillers for the morning, and North’s make-up remover with him, knowing how waking up like a trash panda wasn’t ideal. Markus let them rest, fist-bumping each twin and chuckling at Ona’s unintelligible words as she waved goodbye.
The house was quiet, the bed sheets soft and and fresh. Ona was already asleep again, curling closer into Richard’s chest as Connor spooned her from behind.
I think one of my favorite things about Afterdrop is that you bring in characters not usually seen in McHanzo fics, like Mei, Symmetra, and Lucio, and make them more than filler characters. They have very distinct personalities and the way they interact with others are very different. Even the characters you make up for a chapter or two are very fleshed out. You could probably have Hanzo vaguely mention someone he met and I wouldn’t have to reread just to find them, I’d remember them.
Well, then: what is the name of the captain that Hanzo mentions in Chapter 15, hmmm???
Sorry, I’ve been reading a lot of posts about asshole comic book gatekeeper fanboys lately. XD
Sincerely, thank you!!! Frankly, Overwatch just has too rich a cast and so much possibility to leave on the sidelines, and it’s such a pleasure to work with them all--even if it’s also nervewracking, because above all I want to do right by all of them, LOOOL!
And it really has been super surprising that people have responded so well to the occasional OC I’ve dropped in--Venkata and Ramya especially stand out, and I hope to drop in a few more once we get to Ju--get to future chapters. So I’m glad you’re enjoying it!!!
