tymp3st replied to your photo “Holy jumped up Jesus fuck. What an amazing fucking opener. This is...”
I bounce between D.va or Mercy for this
These will probably be my last words.
I am not a fighter, and never have been. That is not why God put me on this earth. We all have our strengths, and mine has never been a willingness to lift the sword. I am known, mostly, things I am proud of. My intelligence, yes, but also my kindness. My warmth. My grace and forgiveness. My mother always told me those were the most important things. To bring goodness to this world. I have done this, to the best of my ability, every day since I was 13 years old, alone in the shattered remains of my home. I forgave them, then, too. I showed loving-kindness, and grace.
But I am fucking done.
She tried to kill my wife. She might have succeeded with Tracer, it’s too soon to say. She tortured them both not for anything but her own disgusting desire to see the limits of a human body, to peel a human being away until they are nothing at all. Moira doesn’t derive pleasure from their screams. It’s worse than that.
She doesn’t hear them at all.
She has always been like this, from the first day I walked into her lab as a child. I was her summer intern, I was sixteen, and it was so easy for me to forgive her strangeness. She was a genius. Hadn’t people always said I was a bit odd, too? She didn’t mean to be so cruel about my belief in God, about my softness, it was only that she was very focused, and anything that didn’t make sense to her was cast aside.
I was a child, and naive, and did not realize she saw a mind as fine as her own, better, even, and wanted to bend me into what she wanted. A partner. She was wrong about me. I am iron. But I have chosen kindness.
Until now.
There is almost no way I can win this. Even knowing where she’s gone to hide, I am sure it will be defended magnificently. I am not a fighter. I am a field medic in difficult times, a doctor and professor and surgeon in others. My hands are made for the delicate work of repairing the world, and not for its destruction. Even if I meet with her, she will almost certainly kill me. She will not hesitate, and I might.
But I hope I don’t. I have never in my life felt this, this desire to kill, and to hate, run so deep through me that no words or wisdom of my fathers can assuage it. Maybe this is the act of repairing the world, too, to remove that which makes it broken. Maybe I’m only saying that to justify my actions.
Tell Fareeha I apologize. This is wrong to do to her. I tried to write to her, before I left, and I couldn’t. I thought it was because English, our most common language, was always a ridiculous bother to me, and I didn’t want her to labor over the translation from anything else, but here I sit in my own tongue, and I still don’t know what to tell her. I love her, and so I should be sitting there with her as she grows stronger. But I can’t. The pull of anger and hate is stronger than I knew. I hope she can find a way not to hate me for this.
I apologize to you, making this your burden. It shouldn't be this way, either, but I didn’t know who else to write to. You were always so kind to me, when we worked together. I haven’t ever forgotten that. I just needed to tell someone, before I’m killed.
tymp3st replied to your post: [[MOR] in other news that arent all that new: it...
I suddenly very much want Dragon Age: Story of Seasons. You always romance Leliana, but still get to build your Warden from the character creator. You start the game with a cottage, a small garden, a nug, and each other.
GOOD... Sure hope Bioware isn’t listening in on us! Haha! Imagine if they would just steal this idea and make an actual game like this????
tymp3st replied to your photo “Holy jumped up Jesus fuck. What an amazing fucking opener. This is...”
I bounce between D.va or Mercy for this
This is in part of my universe, the battle for London, that I’ve never published anything about! It’s my sort of Helm’s Deep ahaha. Italics are Korean.
“These are probably my last words.”
She said them into the camera affixed in her mech, popping her bubblegum as did so. Dva grinned as she said it, still shooting at the omnics surrounding her. There were so many of them. So few of her team. There were soldiers, of course, but they lacked the skill and training of her now-thin group.
“London is even more of a shitshow than usual,” she rolled her eyes as she heard the zoomers coming in behind, “But honestly? I’m not that worried. They’ll get me but I’ll definitely get the play of the game.”
The zoomers, they said, were tapping into the tech, to track people, and Winston had not quite figured out how to fight it. They might have, if Sombra had done more than just leave Talon after giving them all that power. That was the trouble with people with no allegiances, and, as far as Dva was concerned, the moral center of the damn bubblegum that had been made into her icon.
She stepped her mech back a touch, trying to get into a defensible position. She could mutlitask. Holding her shield and shooting and streaming? No problem. She’d die as she lived, on live, under the lights of the internet, a commodity. She made Korea a hero of the world, she made her parents proud, and she would die on her feet, the face of Korean courage.
“They haven’t gotten me already because they’re a bunch of noob--FUCK! What was that?”
They’d found her, the zoomers, they’d found her and the guns were closing in, and she couldn’t hold the guns and the shields two places at once.
“I’m not giving up!” She kept smiling. “I play to win!”
She could hit the self-destruct. It would take all of them out at once. With her being surrounded, there was no way she was going to get away, but she would take them all down, a major blow. Her hand moved to the button.
“Mom,Dad, if you watch this, it was all worth it.” She narrowed her eyes at the omnics. ‘Love, D--”
There was the roar of a plane and the tapping of guns, omnics exploding in front of her with tinny fizzes. She looked up as a small biplane came rushing into view, zoomers suddenly rushing behind it, as it turned down on its side down a narrow street. The zoomers couldn’t quire make the corner, some of them crashing into the building, falling, swallowed up by D.va’s immediate reflex to her guns.
“Always wanted to see London this way!” Tracer’s laugh peeled out of the earpiece.
Of course. There’s no tech in one of those planes. They have to try and follow her manually. It was a good idea, and D.va put to the side temporarily that Overwatch was going to have to explain the requisition of historical items.
D.va’s nose wrinkled in a genuine laugh as she put the rest of the omnics on the run. “Glad SOMEONE’S having a good time.”
She looked back toward the camera and rolled her eyes again. “Show-off.”
D.va looked up to the roof, where Widowmaker was picking off omnics with her rilfe, not noticing the stalker coming in behind her. She flipped on her jets, ready to come to her rescue. These were weird times.
ariadnearca replied to your post “Designated Survivor”
This one is still so, so beautiful.
Thank you! I’ve always loved this one.
tymp3st replied to your post “Designated Survivor”
So much feelings. Like, I had to pause several times to not cry over Michiru reminiscing over the past and every one who had gone before her. This was beautiful though, for real
Thank you so much!
thoughtfulfuri replied to your post “Designated Survivor”
I'm not going to be able to do this credit but it was so beautiful. I haven't really sat down to get caught up in another world in a while and I needed that. Felt good even if EMOTIONS!!! Good lord. And uh the ghost gala definitely evoked the scene of Doc playing at the tuned piano for me. I love this AU so much even tho you hurt me with it =P
And tenacious, persistent Lena who won't give up, who won't let go, helping Pluto to realize there IS more and she CAN do more and ugh I love it.
Man, I am DELIGHTED by how well-received this story was! It fucking made my SEVERAL DAYS
seolh replied to your post “Pluto+Tracer, "Lost”
"Every note of joy had the undercurrent of sorrow." OUCH
seolh replied to your post “Pluto+Tracer, "Lost”
I love how you characterized Pluto, believing she is destined only to watch, to comfort -- who sees sorrow but cannot share in the joy.
Thank you! I always think of Pluto as the watcher, and that’s so central to her personality and tragedy to me, so I’m so glad it came through!
seolh replied to your post “Pluto+Tracer, "Lost”
The entire first paragraph was *chef's kiss*
BLESS YOU
kumeko replied to your post “Pluto+Tracer, "Lost”
Ohh, I love this idea, and how Lena might not realize that someone helped her, but for Pluto she has a connection with humanity now. Pluto slowly becoming more 'human' as she watches
Yeah! i LOVE the idea of Lena being the One Good Thing that she can hold onto with all of the tragedy that’s near-overwhelming her.
tymp3st replied to your post “Pluto+Tracer, "Lost”
That last note of her not just leading Lena to the capture point, but watching her pass back into proper time was really good too, it felt like hope for both of them.
Yeah, the move in being able to watch, knowing Lena will suffer but also now having the faitht hat she will come through it all, was very important to me! She can grow!
tymp3st replied to your post “Pluto+Tracer, "Lost”
Pluto actually getting to do something is such a treat and I never realized that before somehow. The idea of her, the guardian of the gate of space and time who is forced to be alone, choosing to be there for the people who fall into her domain so they won't have to be alone at the end is a fantastic character note. Her frustration with not being able to interact with the people working to save Tracer and her seeing Winston's humanity without ever properly meeting him, That gave me all the feelings
THANK YOU SO MUCH. It’s so sad that Pluto never really gets anything and so here we are. But I’ve always thought of her as an inherently compassionate and good person, and, being somewhat of a anomaly herself, I think she WOULD see Winston’s humanity right off.
power-of-a-name replied to your post “Pluto+Tracer, "Lost”
This was excellent! Any thoughts on how people were falling into time before Lena?
Oh any of a dozen ways--experimenting with electricity, strange occurrence in the Bermuda triangle, but mostly scientific experiments gone awry is where my mind went.
madegeeky replied to your post “Pluto+Tracer, "Lost”
Oh, this is so beautiful and such a fascinating idea. I loved every second of this. Pluto's loneliness and her pain but also her joy. I loved how Tracer still had to do a lot of the work, how it was Pluto leading not Pluto doing it for her. Just loved this intensely.
Thank you so much!
thepreciousthing replied to your post “Pluto+Tracer, "Lost”
Oh this was beautiful to read. I know Tracer's origin story in broad strokes so I was able to follow along. You were really able to capture the feeling of distance in Pluto's narration & the very detatched way you narrated the story through her, and I could feel the isolation & it really helped sell the impact that being able to help save Lena had on her ❤
Thank you so much! Let Pluto have a victory!
thoughtfulfuri replied to your post “Pluto+Tracer, "Lost”
God Doc this was so fucking good. I don't seem to be finding the right words but just yes. I love the image you painted and how time even felt blurry in the text even while things are more or less chronological and poor poor Lena. I loved Pluto's longing - for the humanity, to talk to Winston! Just great fantastic details I never would have thought t oask for this but I am SO HAPPY it was
THANK YOU. I really was excited by the prompt!
proudchangelingmum replied to your post “Pluto+Tracer, "Lost”
I love when Pluto gets to DO stuff. And so, it seems, does Pluto.
freelycomplete replied to your post “Definitely spent this Shabbat building up my Overwatch cookbook, with...”
This all looks so delicious! How spicy do you and your family like your kimchi and kalbijim? Also, I think I remember you posting about your Tracer drink before, but how did you get the ice cube to glow like that? It looks awesome!
We’re a split family! I like things very spicy, as does my mom’s boyfriend. Mike likes things somewhat spicy, and it just goes downhill from there. So I actually made two things of kalbijjim, one with gochujang and one without, and her boyfriend bought both spicy and mild kimchi!
The Tracer drink has these ice cubes in! I bought them for my birthday party when I first made the Tracer punch (As I will indicate in my recipe, it’s really best made in batch)
moonlight1130 replied to your post “Definitely spent this Shabbat building up my Overwatch cookbook, with...”
ahh look at this spread! look at those short ribs! look at those cookies and Tracer adult beverage! it's all so lovely
tymp3st replied to your post “Definitely spent this Shabbat building up my Overwatch cookbook, with...”
That all looks amazing!
seolh replied to your post “Definitely spent this Shabbat building up my Overwatch cookbook, with...”
That all looks so so SO GOOD
rhiorhino replied to your post “Definitely spent this Shabbat building up my Overwatch cookbook, with...”