itshigh-boop:

Yay! What a fun request! I’d like to do some different ships, if that’s okay. c:

HanMei
Their first kiss together is a quiet moment, I like to think when they’re outside, maybe overlooking a city. It’s the first snow of the season so it’s cold but they’re bundled up. Hanzo and Mei have been working together and known each other for about a year or so now. Things have been admitted, judgements have been made but through it all, they’ve remained partners and emerged better friends. They share a tender kiss after a quiet confession of affection for one another. Both Hanzo and Mei blush afterward but anyone can tell that they’re happy.

MercyHog
Mercy’s been with Roadhog for quite some time. The two started out with a rocky relationship, with the two throwing accusations of ‘hypocrite’ at one another. Over time, they’ve grown to respect one another and learn that outward appearances and outside opinions can never truly be the tool one relies to cast judgement on a person. Their first kiss is small and indirect but no less important. Mako and Angela take shelter in a small, abandoned shack. She tends to the wound he received in protecting her from a group of bandits they ran across. A few nights before, they had a conversation that involved Mako somewhat chastising Mercy for her overgrown heart. Now, as she helps him recover, she whispers to him that clearly she’s not the only one with sentiments too great to bear. She places a gentle kiss on the snout of his mask before he brushes her cheek with his knuckle. The two say nothing more but it’s apparent their relationship has changed. 

High Justice
Jesse and Fareeha just returned from a mission. Only this time, Jesse’s in the arms of Fareeha as she carries him off the ship and back into the base. She stares straight ahead, an irritated look on her face as she lectures McCree on all the mistakes he made on the field. Jesse simply stares at her, no shame in the situation as he listens. When she turns and asks him if he’s been listening, he shakes his head. “I’d do it all again if it meant keepin’ ya safe, Fareeha.” She turns, scoffing but there’s a visible flush to her cheeks. He’s the only she trusts to watch her six but there’s no point if something happens to him, she tells him. He smiles. “Ain’t no point in reachin’ for the sky if ya ain’t up there waitin’, darlin’.” He ends his comment with a quick kiss to her cheek and Fareeha nearly stumbles in her step, cursing under her breath and quickly taking him to see Mercy. 

Symmji
Symmetra and Genji have gained a strange friendship ever since the Recall and search for new heroes to join the steadily reforming Overwatch. The two bond over meditation, the order and harmony that they prefer to maintain in their lives. Too many, Symmetra seems blunt and at times uncaring but to Genji, Satya cares a great deal about the world around them. He supposes it’s the way people perceive her that draws him to her as it reminds him of himself. She does not sneer at his cyborg status nor does she pity him (or treat him like glass). She merely asks him to complete his tasks and to do so with poise. Working with her brings him a sort of calm that he just cannot seem to achieve when working with others. He doesn’t fall hard or fast but over time, seeing her rare smiles becomes the highlight of his day. Genji steadily gains the courage to confess his feelings to her. The day he does, she simply stares at him. He grows nervous, wondering if he ruined a friendship until she sighs. “I suppose this is why you’ve shown less control on the field. With this confession, will things return to normal?” He laughs, thinking that answer is so very ‘Satya’ and tells her that they will. “Hm, then I accept. I admit that I too have harbored…different sentiments for you. May I kiss you?” The question catches him off guard but he’s no less elated. He agrees and she places a small kiss to his visor before he returns the favor.

ribbons-halos:

McCree has seen Sombra before, he just didn’t know it was her until later. A few times McCree will drift down to Dorado for bounty hunting opportunities. The first few times, a woman in neon green tattoos and pink, spiky hair shared a few drinks and flirty lines with him. 

On Christmas, he meets Sombra. She is beautiful and mysterious, but he’s occupied with drowning his mind. Their conversation is brief and little. 

After that night in the bar, McCree searches for her, and finds her once again. Even after the drunken state he plastered himself into, he still remembers her. In the same bar, he treats her to a few drinks and they begin flirting but she will reveal nothing of herself. Frankly, McCree is quite smitten by this strange and sharp woman. 

They share a bed. The technology along her spine and her thick hair amaze him. 

Sombra remembers that night vividly. The cowboy isn’t what most men are. His southern accent and still gentlemanly ways have worked past her defenses. He is honest and genuine when the world has so many fake masks. There is no hope for a future together though, so she leaves the cowboy. 

McCree can’t find her the next little while in Dorado. He leaves, focusing on the next bounty. 

jastiss:

stephicness:

Ardyn get sent to the Afterlife and the first thing he sees?

Somnus running up, grabbing his head, and dropping Ardyn like a wrestler.

Like a true brother.

😂

smiththeteacher:

quoth-the-ravenclaw:

alyxpanics:

littleshopofhoruss:

generalbriefing:

doctorwhoshotya:

pretty much every vegetable you hated as a little kid would taste better if you roasted it with salt and olive oil instead of boiling it

The truth shall set you free

also sometimes if you just try it again with an adult palate because this is also a developmental issue little children are far more sensitive to bitter and metallic flavors it’s an evolutionary defense against poison

reblogging for science and culinary advice.

shit who the fuck was trying to poison their kids so much that we evolved into a species that kids need a mechanism against poison?????

Richard III

I really like it when the scientific and historical / literary sides of Tumblr come together.

gothiccharmschool:

fictionalized:

Me: Active kindness and hopepunk, absolutely.
Also me: Be the eldritch horror you want to see in the world? Sounds good.

YES BOTH. I WILL BE ALL THOSE THINGS.

eruru-ffxiv:

xirishima:

have you ever loved a character so much you were like ?????? ? ? ??!??!?!! ! ! !?? ??? how did this happen??? ?? ? ?!???! !!?!??!?!?

me and the entirety of FFXIV

eruru-ffxiv:

notapaladin:

Even if I’ve never spoken to them, even if I don’t know them from a hole in the wall, even if they’re on anon, people asking questions about my OCs make my day.

:3

eruru-ffxiv:

thebookishwitch:

To the followers who don’t say much: having you there still means a lot. Even if you never send in an ask or anything, I don’t care. I appreciate that you still follow me anyways. And it’s nice to see you there liking and reblogging my stuff.

To the followers who buzz like bees: When you reblog 17 of my posts or send my multiple asks in a row, you aren’t being irritating. You’re making me feel like I’m doing something right as a blogger. Thank you.

To the shy anons: I don’t know if you follow me or not, but regardless of why you sent in that ask, I’m just happy to be hearing from you. You aren’t a bother. You make me feel awesome.

To all of my followers whoever you are: Thank you for hitting that button. Thank you for sticking with me. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on or someone to celebrate with you, I’m here for you! If you ever need something explained, I’ll answer as best I can.

Thank you all of you.

Thank you

voteforbaba:

how to greet your friends in mmos: run circles around them while shooting/stabbing their characters

wyranimh:

commander-ledi:

mmorpg things:

• the sexual tension between you and the other player completing same questline
• jumping as valid form of communication
• urge to wear the butt ugly Rare and/or Old retired gear to show that you are better than everyone else
• the cryptids that are players who have hit the level cap but their character looks like walking shitpost
• having to complete missions in middle of place where some people are roleplaying very seriously and u just feel like janitor cleaning stage in middle of play rehearsal as you try to do ur work and move on asap
• the odd mildly nostalgic feeling of being high level player and watching obviously new players playing the game for first time

I could not play the original Guild Wars for the absence of jumping dialogue.

eruru-ffxiv:

I read all your tags when you guys repost my stuff (u‿u✿)

I love seeing the reactions. 

Yes, even on that post that has 200+ notes, I try to read EVERY reblogger’s tags (◉‿◉✿) I’m not creepy I swear

rpmusings-galore:

I’m so tired… 

         I’m so tired of everyone telling me how 

                    STRONG , how BRAVE 

                  I am for making it this far.

                                                                        I’m not... 

                                                                  I’m NOT strong. 
                                                                  I’m NOT brave. 

                                                     I am   b a r e l y   holding on. 

                                         And  no one   no one   no one   can see it. 

riskfulings:

&. PLATONIC STARTERS.

• “are you feeling better today?”
• “you’re my best friend. you’re supposed to deal with the second-hand embarrassment.”
• ”come on, i can’t go to the party alone.”
• “you deserve so much better.”
• “here, let me help.”
• “can i sleep over? my parents are fighting again.”
• “you don’t have to deal with everything alone.”
• “how about i come over and help you throw away all those clothes you’ve been hoarding?”
• “you know s/he’s just going to hurt you.”
• “call me. text me. reach out for me, for godsake.”
• “you’re freezing. come here.”
• “you know me better than anyone.”
• “i’m saying this because i care about you.”
• “ugh, you’re sweaty- get off.”
• “you know what, we make a pretty good team.”
• “we should run away.”
• “you’re a horrible liar. i’ve known you far too long to be able to tell.”
• “sing me a song please?”
• “i miss her/him. and i know i shouldn’t, but i do.”
• “let’s go somewhere. i’m tired of this town.”
• “i just want you to be happy”
• “don’t listen to them. they’re just jealous of how cute you are”
• “i’m dying without you. when are you coming back?”

latenightsenpai:

WOL takes some time to reflect

In Reference to: Link

Ambiguous race and gender WOL

They stare out at the endless alluring blue, watching the waves crash against the banks. The fishing villagers loiter back and forth preparing for another day into the sea, but their chatter seems worlds away. 

Godslayer.

They’re simply titles, why are they considered trophies? How ridiculous

Liberator.

They stack together, building expectations, hopes, dreams. How bothersome.

Mythbreaker.

Save this, free that, kill the next primal, tend to these beast. Was there ever a time something was for personal gain? How irritating.

Bringer of Light.

Why was this journey started? There was something here before, something from the heart. A desire? How stupid.

Defender of Eorzea

How did we get here? There was hope of a new start, was this what we wanted. 

Warrior of Light.

“HEY” They didn’t realize their eyes with squeezed shut until they were forced to open it. Two young elezens identical other than the strip of color in their hair. Their words seems muffled, but the message came through nonetheless; another problem, get a move on. They cast another look into the pitch black sea, not even a faint streak of purple in the sky. The weapon on their back seem to have gotten heavier.

How selfish. Heroes don’t care about themselves. Only humans do. 

zombieecho:

iloveyoujhutch:

If you do not reblog this, you are in fact lying.

Hey, don’t you fucking scroll down

You

Fucking

Liar. 

voxofthevoid:

coming up with a fic idea: heck yeah

developing the idea: H E C K Y E A H

actually writing the idea: oh no