I did it because I could… and also because @itshigh-boop‘s Hogwarts AU freaking killed me with just a few posts like afdsgjhjlkjsa how is that possible???
Some things to know: Jesse and Olivia are both from North America. (Jesse from the USA and Sombra from Mexico) who attend Hogwarts because reasons. They were born and raised in the modern muggle world so they sort of bonded over that while at school. Sombra is 14 and Jesse is 15. She’s a Ravenclaw and he’s a Gryffindor They already have a crush on each other prior to this fic!
That’s all. Enjoy!
(No Warnings Apply)
Tags: Teenage Crushes. Fluff. Folk Music (Yes, there’s folk music in here, but it’s good, trust me!).
Characters: Olivia “Sombra” Colomar, Jesse McCree
“Sombra, why are we going way out here?” Jesse whispered loudly between huffs, trying to keep up with the petite fourth-year.
“Because…” was all she said, a small smile on her face before dashing further ahead.
“That’s not an answer.”
“I told you, you’ll find out when we get there.”
“The hell we goin’ all the way to the lake for, then? It’s colder out here than when Mei froze half the school. Plus, I know you’re not much of a swimmer-”
“-Okay, first, just for the record, I’m the freaking champion on my swim team back home! Second, it’s not that cold. Third, we’re not going to the lake, we’re just heading in that general direction.”
“Weren’t we s’pposed to be quiet? And since when did you get such a colorful language?”
“Oh, please, like you haven’t said every curse word in the dictionary, Mister Texas-Born-And-Raised,” she teased.
“Hey, I’m fifteen, I’m allowed to talk like that.”
“Mhm, sure. Last time you ‘accidentally’ swore out loud on campus, you almost got detention and actually got a howler from your parents the following day. You’re lucky a lot of the staff and students here don’t recognize American phrases, or we wouldn’t be able to do this.”
He flushed a bit at the embarrassing memory, but quickly regained his composure. “Yeah, I don’t need remindin’.” He paused briefly before remembering what she just stated. “Wait, do what, exactly?”
Sombra looked around. The castle was still within view, and they were close enough that they could get back fairly quickly if need be. They would be concealed by the shrubbery once they sat down. Without wasting another second, she plopped down onto the fresh grass and patted the area on her right, gesturing for him to take a seat next to her. He obliged and leaned back lazily against the thick bushes while she sat slightly hunched forward.
“Alright, Colomar. You dragged my ass all the way out here, now what was this ‘secret’ you wanted to show me?”
“Well, in all honesty-”
“Whoa, you’re bein’ honest?! Seriously?!” She punched him in the arm for that.
“-I was going to wait until the first Hogsmeade trip for the year, but with you getting chosen as quidditch captain this year,” she dug deep into a hidden pocket in her cloak and pulled out what appeared to be a white, tangled string. “I thought we could celebrate.”
Jesse was confused at first but upon closer inspection and seeing an old iPod shuffle attached at the end of it, his eyes widened.
“You snuck in an iPod?! W-Why? How?!”
“Because you’re probably the only person familiar with muggle technology in this school and I couldn’t come up with anything less corny. It took me forever to find any artists we’d both like, so are you going to put in the earbud or not?”
She held out the earbud and Jesse took it from her thin, gloved fingers and put in in his left ear. He watched her turn on the lime green iPod and place it in between them. His head began echoing with acoustic guitar, and from the first chord of the song, he immediately knew what song was playing.
“John Denver… good choice.”
“Thank you.”
Both sat in silence for the first few verses, but Sombra found herself singing along softly.
“When he first came to the mountains… his life was far away. On the road and hanging by a song…”
Jesse had never heard her sing before this openly. When he heard her humming tunes in between classes along corridors and during meals, she would immediately silence herself and look away as if she was embarrassed. This time, however, she didn’t stop. Jesse didn’t stop listening, either.
“But the string’s already broken and he doesn’t really care…”
“It keeps changin’ fast, and it don’t last for long….” Now he found himself singing along with her. His falsetto style of singing wasn’t quite as pleasing to hear as her second-soprano voice, but both sung the chorus with a bit more volume and confidence.
“But the Colorado rocky mountain high… I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky… The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullaby… Rocky mountain high…”
Sombra knew the tune and the chorus to the sing by heart, but she let Jesse take the lead on the lyrics. When she was unsure of a word or two, it was clear in her hesitation, and Jesse would keep singing until she sung the lyrics she could recall. They sat together peacefully, singing until the end of the song came. She asked if he wanted to listen to another song and she said yes without a second thought.
The next song that played was by the same artist, but had a much more upbeat tone to it, and Jesse lit up when he realized what song it was. He immediately stood up, causing the bud to fall out of his ear, and held out his hand to Sombra.
“Come on, get up.”
“Why should I, cowboy?” she teased again.
“You brought me all the way out here to show me somethin’ no one else can know, and now I’m doin’ the same.”
Her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, but she took his hand and allowed him to pull her up. As soon as she was on her feet, he put the earpiece back in, placed her left hand on his right bicep brought his own flat against her shoulder blade and took her free hand and held it out so both were level with their shoulders.
“Jesse, what are you-”
“Just follow my lead.”
He stepped backwards a few times, brought his foot front and back, and took two steps forward. It didn’t take Sombra long to realize that he was trying to line dance with her, and damn he was good at it. She stumbled quite a bit, but he was patient with her and waited for her to find the rhythm again. He didn’t go too fast or too complex for her, but it was clear in her smile that she was having fun. How he knew she was smiling when she was shorter than he was and looking at their feet the whole time was anyone’s guess. Nonetheless, he found himself mimicking that smile all the same.
When the song ended with ‘Thank God I’m a country boy!’ their dance came to a stop. Jesse could feel his heart beating faster, but he only concluded that it was due to the light dancing they just did. The flush in Sombra’s cheeks didn’t go unnoticed.
“I think we have time for one more song. You want John Denver again, or someone else?”
“I’m down for one more John Denver classic.”
Sombra pressed play on the iPod again. Instead of leaning against the bushes, the two students opted to lay down in opposite directions with their heads facing each other so the headphones could reach both of them. The next song was slower, but the introduction was nearly unforgettable. Neither of them sung along. Both just laid there and let the song play out.
You fill up my senses… Like a night in the forest…
Like the mountains in springtime… Like a walk in the rain…
Sombra absentmindedly began playing with Jesse’s hair. He didn’t flinch away, so she removed her glove and kept playing with a few stray pieces.
Like a storm in the desert… Like a sleepy blue ocean…
You fill up my senses… Come fill me again…
She heard his head shifting against the grass and saw that he was looking at her. A soundless expression was in his eyes that she couldn’t quite place, but it was warm and she wanted it to stay. They lost track of where they were in the song and just looked at each other silently while changing their positions to lay on their stomachs. Neither of them paid attention to their fingers interlocking. Light brown met dark and lingered. For once, Sombra was glad she didn’t wear her purple contact lenses.
Let me lay down beside you… Let me always be with you…
Come let me love you… Come love me again…
The music and the words in their ears were rejected from their minds. In exchange, all the attention was spent on the sight of the other and the feeling of warm lips connecting on the cool autumn day.
The John Denver songs referenced to were Rocky Mountain High, Thank God I’m a Country Boy and Annie’s Song in that order.
Also, itshigh-boop was totally freaking out about the new matching demon-hunting skins for these two and now they’ve got me freaking out and I already have a pic planned involving those two skins so stay tuned k bye
Decided to create this official master post about a month or so before the actual event. All information and subsequent links will be posted here.
When: October 21 to October 27, 2018
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❤️️Prompts💜 (a more detailed explanation of the prompts can be found here)
Day 1 – October 21st: First Day 2 – October 22nd: Organization Day 3 – October 23rd: Monsters and Myths Day 4 – October 24th: Reversal/Swap Day 5 – October 25th: Family Day 6 – October 26th: Royal Day 7 – October 27th: Creator’s Choice
McCree: *three hours after the game started* ALRIGHT! I GIVE UP, SOMBRA, YOU WIN! YOU WIN BY CHEATING, BUT YOU WIN. COME OUT NOW SO I KNOW YOU’RE STILL HERE!
Sombra: *appearing right beside him, examining her nails casually* I thought so.
Ну как я могла устоять перед ее когтями в новом скине? На самом деле скин настолько диабловский, что Сомбру тут и не признать. От нее осталось… Ну, наверное только то, что она в Overwatch, а не в Diablo III ¯_(ツ)_/¯
“It fills you even now, doesn’t it? The hunger. To bite down on my jugular, to feel the warmth fill your mouth and run over even as you drink deep. Good, good! This is the beast I have longed to face!”
“And you think you recognize a monster; all of the things he’s done, unspeakable things, they all make it so easy for me to hate him. Then he’s gone. In one final act of defiance he accomplished what we’ve been striving for this whole time…”
Her jaw set uncomfortably and it became difficult to swallow.
“So why’s it that I can’t find the energy to be thankful for it? Why do I feel like mourning him?”
today’s warmup sketch is brought to you by cerise’s lament to zenos :’)
Stormblood Part 1! Unfortunately, I won’t be able to get to anymore of the SB cast until next month probably. Please enjoy these guys for now! There’s a few more (a bunch of au ras in particular) i really want to draw!
NAEL: This is my fursona, Deus, she’s a dragonkin, secretly related to royalty, she worships a dragon god who’s been held captive for thousands of years and she wants to let him out so he can enact cataclysmic vengeance on the descendants of those who captured him. She uses a spear like me so she can stab fools. =) VARIS: That’s….really edgy but ok.
GAIUS: Mine’s called Ultima, it’s a mecha designed by the people who captured Nael’s dragon, but nowadays it’s gone rogue because the creators have been dead so long. It’s got a blue magic-inspired ability where it eats eikons and gains their powers. That way we’ve got a sort of swiss army knife.
VARIS: Alright we’re just gonna bring vore into this like it’s nbd this campaign is gonna be really weird.
ZENOS: Here’s mine! This is Shinryu! He’s a dragon-
NAEL: Creative.
ZENOS: Shut up, anyway he’s got a pretty wide swathe of abilities so he can pretty much do it all-
GAIUS: Did you look at our fucking notes?
VARIS: Hey, easy-
GAIUS: Have you EVER had an original thought in that blond head? OMG look at the stats on this thing you just munchkined the shit out of everything.
ZENOS: OK but I took flaws.
NAEL: Oh yeah, ‘flaws’ like that Mute flaw is really gonna do anything when you took mindspeech. Varis your kid’s a shitty powergamer.
ZENOS: You guys are just mean!
VARIS: Guys, keep it down, take a breath, it looks like you’re all playing dragon-inspired stuff, that’s alright, we can make it gel.
REGULA: …you are all so fucking weird, I just rolled a paladin.
(Well, here’s what I’ve got so far. The first bit! This one, I have a feeling, will be rather long and probably increasingly silly. For some reason I had that song Genghis Khan in my head as I was writing it, haha.)
Zenos lounges on his throne, face cupped in his hand as he strokes at his lips in a thoughtful manner.
Love, he thinks with eyes narrowed. Staring off in the distance as he thought but well aware of the discomfort of Fordola, who knelt before the stairs leading up to his kingly seat.
“Fordola,” He finally adresses her after an appropriate time of making her suffer in silence.
She jerks, “Yes, my lord?”
His eyes slide to look at her, still stroking at his face in thought. “What are your thoughts on love?”
Fordola frowns with confusion. “Love, my lord?”
Zenos hums. “Yes. Love. Do you think it to be true, the idea that those in love are all the stronger for it?”
Fordola looks up, serious as always. “Yes, my lord. I do believe that.”
Zenos seems lost in thought. Staring at Fordola but not truly seeing her.
Fordola clears her throat, bowing her head. “Forgive me, my lord, but may I ask why the sudden interest?”
Zenos blinks back into focus. A slow, dangerous smile curling at his lips.
“I’ve made mine choice. I’ve decided to love the Warrior of Light.”
Fordola’s face spasms minutely. Hiding the internal screech of her brain as she tries and fails to understand this sudden undertaking.
Zenos is smiling to himself. Clearly pleased with his decision. He waves her away, chuckling lowly. “Go. I have no need of you.”
Fordola rises to her feet, turning tail and walking away on auto pilot. Struggling still to understand the inner workings of Zenos’s mind.
What? Just…. what??
– – –
The Warrior of Light does not take the news half as well.
“I intend to love you,” Zenos tells them as their weapons clash.
The Warrior of Light blanches, shoving him back and stumbling away. “What? No! That’s… You can’t! You had better not!”
Zenos smiles, prowling around them like a predator ready to pounce. “Oh, yess. I believe you’ll find that I can and I will. I will love you and I will grow all the more powerful for it!”
The Warrior of Light makes an unpleasant face. “You can’t love me! You’re..,” they gesture to all of him, “You know. Evil!”
Zenos hopes his expression conveys his deep disapproval. “And? Do you mean to say that I am incapable of love?”
The Warrior of Light looks at him with wide, incredulous eyes. “Yes!”
Zenos scowls. “How very narrow minded of you. I expected better from you.”
The Warrior of Light makes a sound like they couldn’t possibly believe him. “Why me? Pick someone else, anyone else!”
Zenos tosses his head. Annoyed at the turn their conversation was taking. “And who else could I possibly love?”
The Warrior of Light groans, rubbing at their face with brisk irritation. “I don’t know… Fordola?”
Zenos scoffs. Dismissing the notion with a disgusted curl of his lips. “Fordola is far from being mine equal,” he shakes his head. “No. It can only be you. Only you have proven to be worth mine time and efforts.”
The Warrior of Light backs away, pointing a shaky finger with horror writ across their face, “No! You.. stay away from me! I’ll hear no more of this nonsense! The next time you see me, I’ll have come to dethrone you!”
Zenos smiles, eyes half lidded as he groans lasciviously. “Mmm. Such promises you make. Will you come to punish me? How very… exciting!”
The Warrior of Light lets loose a sound of disgust. Stepping away from his reach until they could turn their back to safely make their escape.
Zenos chuckles. Watching them go as he calls after them, “Just you wait, my beast! You cannot escape my love!”
[T]hey were screaming, bathing in the blood of their foes, choking on their last prayers before the earth welcomed them. A massacre it became, with flesh burning and bones crushed underneath steel sollerets. This was hell, and the devil itself was present and made himself known with each languid, calculating step. The helm was tossed aside carelessly and she could see his face now, lit from the embers, the whites of his eyes were clear to her even in the air caked with smoke.
So was that smile, one licked once over by tongue as he savored what was to come.
His armor was no burden to the swordsman, who used his stature as intimidation, for all who were in his shadow were inferior and he made sure to spread his darkness far as he fires rose behind him. She felt her heartbeat in her ears, and rose to meet him, once again. This was a nightmare made into reality, and he walked upon it listlessly.
The living might as well be dead in his eyes. Rivienne knew that, his insatiable need for violence, for a subject worthy to cross swords with him. She broke one of his blades, but he need not worry, there was another awaiting him, and without pause, his assault on her continued. Zenos bested her in absolute strength, planted her back on the dirt and dug his heel into her ribs, maybe she would satisfy him with a pathetic whimper.
But, she gave him no pleasure then. No, this little beast wished to continue their dance upon the corpses of their foes.
The madness in his expression spoke volumes of what he would mean to do to her, to test her, pull the beast tight on her leash to see her lash out. This is what he desired, above all, this feeling. And she was to deliver. Wearily, Rivienne firmly took a hold of the nearest blade her fingers could grasp, and charged the plate-clad monster with a gait that confirms that she was invigorated by the sheer need to stop his trail of violence here – and now.
“It was not by luck that you still yet breathe,” a guttural sound followed behind his voice, nearly silencing the sword revolver that spun at his hip. Contact is made, fingers grip the handle of his katana, and it rips through the thick air, immediately blocking the attack of her blade as she came down upon him; growling behind her teeth, she cursed his name.
“Thou art a monster..” Their eyes met, and she could see her reflection in them, the ferocity; he saw the beast buried behind those golden depths, subdued, controlled.
He wanted it unleashed.
More. Give me more!
His boot came up quickly and struck her in the abdomen, depleting her of breath as the brute strength of Zenos sent her careening into a stone wall. Her back makes contact and she swallows a cry as she nearly bounces away from the impact. Auric locks whip and sting at her face, a few fall before her eyes, long enough to blind her; the moment of repose doesn’t last long, nor was she able to draw a breath to fill her lungs fully by the time she feels the grip around her hair, and a groan escapes her when it is tugged tight, forcing her to look up at the demon.
His face is close to her own and again his blue eyes do not sway from her golden gaze; he is breathing on her, rancid with blood and shuddering with each exhale. Rivienne struggled to stand, and did so only by his forceful hand, the prince made sure she was to meet his eyes now wild with an insatiable lust for blood. The eyes that reflect her in them, she remembered this feeling and it takes everything within her not to spit at his face. That savagery she doesn’t let lose, oh how she spurns him, but he gives but a smile and sinks his metal-dressed fingers into the hollows of her cheeks and jerks her head to the side.
“Look at them, animals ripping each other apart,” the hot breath fell to her elongated ear and she struggled to turn her head to face him, but he would have none of it and slammed her cheek to the cold, unforgiving stone. “Pathetic little prey,” he snarls the words and viciously smiled against her ear.
“But, not like you, oh no, there’s a beast buried underneath all this wasted effort, one I want to meet. I will let you live just this once. Remember, I will take your breath, your heart, your soul. I shall rip you apart if you disappoint me, Warrior of Light.”
She reached for his wrist in attempt to pry him, but he tosses aside his blade and takes hold of her in a vice-like grip, threatening to break her own wrist; she was weakened, humiliated, and he knew how to kick the dog while it was down.
Her head snaps back to meet his face and his malicious smile is ever imprinted upon his features. “I want all of you, not this pathetic excuse of a warrior. Give me the beast I crave,” he squeezes his fingers deeper into her flesh, tempting a sound from her lips, but she glares and muffles the sound. Her body trembles from fury as her fingers curl tight into her palms, forcing half-moon indentations into her skin.
The Warrior of Light found it hard to raise herself from the ground. The pain of many small wounds seeping blood left her with little energy to stagger to her feet. Yet, somehow, she managed to rise slowly and clumsily, crushing many of the small red flowers that surrounded her.
She coughed, her body racked from exhaustion and the blunt pain of the many injuries she had sustained as of late. The man in front of her seemed to enjoy the slow way she presented herself to him again. He approached her slowly, sword prone and ready to strike yet again.
A splash of blue swirled with white blinded her for a second, her body instinctively tensed, ready to defend herself. And yet, she found her wounds knitting themselves ever so slowly. She glanced about, unsure as to whom had come to her aid, but it took little time for the boy to call to her.
“Sorry, but I need you to stick around a while longer.” Alphinaud had somehow found his way through the crumbling palace. It surely had nothing to do with getting lost and, much to his great luck, finding an elevator whose guards had abandoned their post. The only disadvantage was that he had now come out alone, much unprepared to get physical with a man more than twice his height. (Alphinaud also assumes that the Prince is made of pure muscle and could probably bite through a birch log with his bare teeth. Where such ideas could manifest from is likely a testament to his boredom in Yanxia.)
“How novel. I believe the boy cares for you, friend.” Zenos clicked his tongue, eyes drawing towards the elezen in the usual slow and carefree way the Prince seemed to take to everything with. There was naught that truly concerned him, except being rid of the boy so he might return to fulfilling himself.
“Alphinaud, get out of here! Go get help!” The Warrior of Light staggered once more through the flowers, her weapon raising once again, as if to continue despite her condition.
“And leave you alone, here? With him? Surely you jest!” Alphinaud looked from one to the other, his grimoire prone and ready to strike. The look the Warrior shot his way sent a chill down his spine, however. He hesitated as the glare from his friend continued, until he lowered the book and turned to go find assistance.
Zenos turned back to face her as Alphinaud’s footsteps finally dissipated among the far halls, away from the menagerie. He stifled a laugh.
“If he had been a few moments later…” The Prince pulled her up to face him, his armored fingers tangling into her hair and pulling until she cried out in pain. He leaned over her, tracing his tongue against her lips. “Oh well, you do enjoy the pain, do you not?”
“B-bastard.” So defiant. And yet, she didn’t deny what he said. He released the hold on her hair, opting to run his gauntlets down the small of her back until he grasped at her back side. She opened her mouth in indignant surprise, long enough to allow him to take her lips with his own. She nearly jumped from her skin, or perhaps that was what melting felt like?
“W-what in the Twelve is going on?” Alphinaud dropped his book in shock. The Warrior of Light slowly turned to glance at the elezen as her face immediately flushed hot.
“I-it’s not as you think!”
“No, it’s definitely what he’s thinking.” Zenos pulled away from her, a sly grin gracing his features.
“I-I felt something was off, so I came back instead of finding the others! T-to think I was worried about you, and yet, here you are, with HIM, like THAT?” Alphinaud looked as if he were on the verge of a mental breakdown. “You think you know someone, especially after all this time! And here you are, necking not just with an enemy but with a Garlean royal no less!”
The Warrior of Light held her face in her palm and shook her head.
“Don’t shake your head at me!” Alphinaud was nearly shouting now, “You know it’s wrong! I should have suspected though, especially after Yanxia! Don’t think i didn’t hear you when you were sleep talking!”
Zenos glanced back at the Warrior and she found that stupid grin mocking her again. She felt like slapping both of the males in front of her, truth be told.
“Always ‘Zenos, ahhh, and ‘Zenos, don’t touch me like that’!” Alphinaud gestured angrily, digging nails into his palms. “I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt when I saw your love-stricken gaze in The Azim Steppe! How you returned to your tent far more often than normal! D-don’t think I didn’t hear you, ‘A-ah, Zenos, I’m com-’“
9/10 of Zenos Fuckers are also Loki Fuckers. That says a lot.
Zenos: Hello Warrior of Light. I hope you don’t mind if we come and join your little party?
Warrior of Light: He thinks he’s so great just because he’s got big muscles…
Yotsuyu: They’re not really that big. I’ll tell you a secret. Underneath his uniform he wears foam-rubber shoulder pads.
Warrior of Light: *gasp*
“A-ah, yes, yes. Keep going, right there.” Several more times, the word ‘yes’ slithered through Zenos’ lips. He tilted his head, leaning into the Warrior whose tender touches drove him mad.
“Stop moving, I’m going to get soap in your eyes.” The warrior sighed and continued stroking fingers through the blond locks. Of course, only a lost bet would have placed them here, being subservient to a maniac. Though, in hindsight, Zenos challenging them to a pastry eating contest was probably a fool’s bet to accept in any case. How does one out eat an 8 fulm tall wall of muscle? One doesn’t… one does, however, shampoo his hair.
“The soap hurts much less than your scathing attitude.” Zenos feigned hurt, his gravely voice dragging across every word and reminding the warrior why they put up with him. Redemption? No. Possible alliances? Nay. A tall man with good hygiene and a pants vaporizing voice? …Yes. Definitely that.
After a few moments of silent scrubbing, the warrior took a nearby bucket of water in hand. Stop. A thought. Oh yes, the best thought. Water bucket, use Tidal Wave!
“What are you waiti-” The rest of his words were turned into a simple ‘glub’ as the warrior poured the entire bucket over his head at once. A blonde wall of wet hair now faced the Eorzean, a low growl growing underneath. Quietly, the warrior placed their finger to their lips, as if in deep thought, before also placing the bucket over Zenos’ head; that was before fleeing quickly, of course.
However, it was not long before the palace marble was soaked from a naked Garlean chasing the primal slayer.
“Pray, what is that commotion?”
“Just the Prince, as per usual, Pilus.” Both Garlean officers simply paused before acknowledging that whomever assigned them probably hated them.
YO. Let me drop some truth bombs for you people who continue to give others shit for liking villains.
People don’t like Zenos just because he is aesthetically pleasing or hot. He is legitimately an interesting villain to some of us. It’s understandable that you may not like him, that’s fine. But leave us that do alone.
We do not condone the actions of villains just because we like them. Sure, some few people might try and make excuses for their actions, but the majority of fans know he is horrible.
And so what if the villains are nice to look at? You know what classic villain is also nice to look at? Satan, the most beautiful of all angels and the lord of 72 demon generals. Yep.
Please, attractive villains have been a thing forever. So too have been people that love villains for the conflict, drama and personal introspection they can bring. Villains explore the darker sides of humanity and often believe themselves to be heroes. Some, like Zenos, simply want to enjoy something before they die. There are tons of motivations, just like with heroes. So why reduce a villain to black or white, when there are so many delicious shades of grey.
This goes for those that like Yotsuyu, Fordola, Nidhogg, Thordan, Gaius, Varis, etc. Villains are all so vastly different, and some can be redeemed. They can have good reason to be against the heroes. And such are our reasons for loving them.
(You, the Warrior of Light, stand before Zenos yae Galvus, in the Royal Menagerie.)
“
For we who are born into this merciless, meaningless world, have but one candle of life to burn.
I know you understand this. You and I are the same. Together, we could while away the quiet hours, as friend and confidant… if you will accept me.
“ Zenos eyes you with a morbid fascination. You, his little killing machine. You, the you that he adores! You, the only person who has ever been important to the Prince. What do you say?
Which do you pick?
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You say nothing, simply glaring at the Prince as his smile fades to a look of resigned fate.
“Oh, how this time could have been different, my warrior. Do you know how many times I hath seen this very moment? How many times I hath seen you deny me? For the Resonance itself binds my fate to circle forever. If only thou would break mine chains. If thou wouldst only…” Zenos glares at the lightly colored bricks that pave the garden. He glances round to the menagerie, to Shinryu. “Only the three of us, us anomalies… Only we are destined to continue this circle of death and rebirth, are we not? You, myself, this envoy of chaos. We are bound to each other, whether we like it or not.”
You are unsure what to say. This meeting feels wrong. You swore it would be different. You swore it would be an end to his machinations, and yet, you shed tears. In your heart, you too have known. You too are bound, helplessly, to the echo.
“You understand now, as well, do you not?” Zenos raises his face, giving you but a sorrowful smile, “For we have performed this dance a dozen dozen times, perhaps more. We are old souls. Old, but having lived only once. Old, but having only known each other. In our next life, would you accept me?”
You feel your existence slip into ashes. You have failed again. You have remembered the song and dance and know the future is far too similar as the others you have seen. You hate it, this cosmic garden that grows the same every reset.
how many bnha ocs with shadow/darkness related quirks do ya all need one more, do yall need a shadow ninja senpai who wanna be part of the edgelords/softbaes family of the abyssal dark feast
I had trouble thinking on how he works in BNHA verse but now I….googled…(imsorry) images of ocs and i feel so welcomed and confident that everyone is unique in their way aaaaaaaaa
i started shipping mcsombra as a crack ship and i’ve been consistently amazed by how much content has come out and supported it (the Christmas comic, the spray of them sitting real close together at the bar, the fact that Sombra has a fuckin’ photo of McCree on her desk in Castillo, and now the matching demon hunter skins that even both give them the same ‘Hail’ greeting line) like this ship should be WAY more widespread in fandom than it is
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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