yaaasssssss. *deep inhale* a good fat omega. gets soft pillows to kneel on when he wants to present to make it easier on his joints. Gets to have a smol pig pet that he adores; gets eaten out every evening by a very appreciative Akande.
how about alpha!akande wandering around australia for reasons and omega!rh just. hooks himself a nice alpha to help himself to :O
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I want alpha Akande to be Roadhog’s knight in shining armor tho tbh ngl. finds the Omega in a moldy shed on some oily rags where he barricaded himself during heat… helps him through with his huge D
Omega Roadhog is basically the saddest lil bab tbh. I feel like he never get to experience heat sex, or maybe just once or something. like he just isn’t the typical Omega and also he came out of a hellhole. so he usually just spends his heats in a nest he built of shitty stuff he scraped up somewhere.
him being the most expressionless omega ever but still getting pampered by his teammates T.T like he doesn’t make much noise; doesn’t coo or anything, but his body is still nice and responsive… even more so maybe
I am so excited, you wouldn’t even believe. The Dark Tower has shaped me so much. I picked the books up completely out of order from my parents’ huge bookcase, reading the third first and still was absolutely mesmerized by the style of writing and the world and the characters. I think I was only like… 12/13 or something and this book series is my everything.
I really really want the movie to be good. I fear it won’t stand up to my exact expectations because it just can’t, but I’m so so so so hyped for Idris Elba as Roland, I’ll just sit in the theater with my hands pressed against my mouth and stare at him. that’s very probably how this will turn out aölsakfjöak
His processes initialize in disorganized bursts, systems stalling for seconds longer than usual. When Zenyatta analyzes the disturbance, he packs as quickly as he can.
He stops only once, outside of Genji’s room, hand poised to knock. Precious seconds slip between his servos, and the something pulses like a heartbeat within him. He whispers an apology into the door and leaves in the dead of night.
Zenyatta sends Genji a message before going offline, keeping only that something connected: a signal, long lost, active once more. His student would understand.