he is T.T he’s too good, too pure
Category: Allgemein
watching Seagull’s last stream… I sometimes forget how plain handsome McCree is. dang those long legs and them boots. I have a def boot fetish
Someone making Hanzo look in a mirror while he’s getting fucked (Hanzo is a dirty slut and I live for it)
ye man there’s some good old-fashioned McHanzo missing in this joint… I should get on that shit. there’s just that little something missing from that prompt cause I’m sure I’ve either written or read that exact thing at least twice already…
I’m feeling some lazy mccree and eager dva bathtime shenanigans
oooh shit that sounds good, too… hnghhh
*sits in the dragonheart corner* ever thought about Reinhardt and Genji? Or have I missed a thing
I don’t think I’ve ever written Reinhardt/Genji… huh! tell me more :O
Sub gabe ❤
ooohhh yessss? tell me more. very interested. *bats eyelashes*
soooo
what are we up to today :O whisper it in me ear
JUSTICE FOR SEXBOT MONDATTA. i’m so sad that the sexbot mondatta prompt is so low in the poll! i thought it would be popular but IM CRYING it’s dead last RIP THE SEXBOT DREAM LADS
The first time he sees Hanzo, he stands at mid-thigh. The little lord bursts into his father’s quarters, the only room the omnic has ever known. Lord Shimada is gone, and the omnic sits, his life of two states: Lord Shimada: present. Lord Shimada: absent.
The little lord sniffles, and the omnic watches him. Long, silken hair, like the late Lady Shimada, and deep brown eyes, like his father. Clear droplets collect at the edges of his eyes. Crying, his database returns. Another finding: the little lord is sad.
Seated as he is on a low couch at the edge of the vast room, adorned with fine robes, he wonders if the little lord even notices him. He is just another bauble, a piece of scenery. He remains still, so still, but he cannot turn away. He feels…something. A fluttering of his processors. A hiccup in his code.
Interested. He is curious.
So lost in this, new, frightening realization, he does not notice the patter of footfalls. Only when Hanzo’s arms close around his waist, his face buried in the warm chrome and silk at his chest, does he realize he’s been discovered.
The little one sobs against him, and the omnic knows not what to do. Lord Shimada never cried. Yet again, a newly familiar sensation of feeling.
His servos tremble as he wraps his arms around the tiny human, holding him softer than Lord Shimada ever deigned to hold the omnic in turn, and why should he? He is nothing. A thing.
The little lord burrows closer, crumpling into him when he feels hands at his back.
“I miss him.” Hanzo whimpers twenty three minutes and thirty nine seconds after the omnic began holding him.
Hanzo leans back, his chin balanced on the hexagon in the center of his chest. His tiny face is puffy, angry red from his tears.
The omnic says nothing. He knows not what to say.
“Who are you?” Hanzo asks, in a whisper.
Something whirs inside him. Accessing decades old information. He knows it is not necessary, yet he cannot deny this small being.
“Mondatta.”
It would be the last time they see each other for a decade or longer. But mondatta remembers, when he is cold. When he is alone: the small lord who cried in his arms.
Hanzo remembers too.
Excuse me, mister “Supergreatfriend”? In part 7 of your ‘Killer7’ LP (let’s play), you are clearly heard remarking that the Passion Red suit (which you misidentified twice) in ‘Deadly Premonition’ is your favorite suit. HOWEVER, upon review of your LP (let’s play) of that very game you SEVERAL TIMES state that your favorite suit is, in fact, Rainy Stripe, the suit obtained from Polly. How do you respond to this contradiction, and will be be stepping down as a result of this scandal?
How can my love for these suits be questioned?! If, by chance, you were to encounter Gordon Hogg, would you accost him and ask how is it possible that he could love his brother Prentice Hogg too much, while somehow also loving his other brother Whipple Hogg too much? Surely this is a contradiction, for how can one man’s heart contain this much love? Would not Gordon Hogg sadly shake his head at you, like I shake my head at you now? For the one who asks this question can only be one who has not held such love in his heart that there could be more than one favorite; more than one suit which he loves too much.
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