what she means:
i have no words i am just so done i am trash and i accept it. accept? no i embrace it as i release a heavy sigh filled with my regrets that i could never live a normal life and instead feel a compulsive need to write/draw/imagine characters that i love as my own children in various state of undress and sin i am so sorry all i can say right now is that i will see you fellows enjoying my Den of Depravity in hell where we will reminiscise over our hcs and read out pwps to confess our love for each other
It's 12 am here so imma write the OneShot tomorrow but I'm so gonna write the Sara Lance and Alex HC for Sanvers. I've always wanted those two to meet, and now you've been my enabler. Now I just have to. Shall I tag you when I post it? Ugh just imagine them fighting crime together. Alex feeling good about herself because she might not have her sisters powers but with Sara she can do some good, and in the end she gets the girl like all superheroes do
Alright so because i can’t help myself, i’m going to write more than one of these and i shall figure out a tag for them so they all have one tag to go in that’s there for these stories only.
Angela/Mercy is up first! (Yes i know we don’t have her listed but i figured she would be a good character to start these off with)
PS thank you Deacon for sending this in. I love it
You would say that you’d been fairly good your whole life up until this point, or rather you’d like to say you had. It really depended on what people’s definitions of ‘good’ were. You’d defended people in the school yard and when you were out and about with your friends, you’d tried to keep on top of your schooling, you’d been a good child and sibling to your parents and sibling.
You’d been good.
So why was this so nerve-wracking?
You were sitting in your seat, months after your 18th birthday. Hands shaking, lip caught between your teeth. You felt like you were going to be sick, the person next to you had been called up and were meeting their soulmate for the first time.
The blushes on both of their faces as well as their smiles said so much, said how happy they were.
You wanted that.
You looked down at the name on your wrist
Was written in soft cursive, the ‘A’s and the ‘g’ having a slight curled tail. You felt a flash of pity for the person who had your name in your hand writing on their-her?-wrist.
You froze, your blood turning cold as your name was called. You took a deep breath, got up and walked up the short steps to the podium where three people were waiting.
One of them was your teacher who gave you a soft reassuring smile and you felt your nerves settle slightly as you returned it.
The other two were two of the officials who ran these sort of seminars. One of them, the older man of the two held out his hand for your arm and you simply held it out to him. He got out a small scanner, scanned the name on your wrist and looked at the computer resting on the podium.
This was all for show, they’d done this the day before to make sure your soulmate had been brought there.
The next part was seeing if your name was on their wrist. If you were still their soulmate.
There was a minute of waiting but it stretched out for you, your eyes dropping to your feet. It started getting harder and harder to breath, according to your older sibling some people ended up needing to be brought off stage with their soulmate due to the panic.
You hoped you weren’t one of those people, they were always laughed at. You were so busy thinking, you missed someone walking up to you. Missed the concerned frown they sent you.
“Breathe, head between your knees and breathe” A female voice said, a hand going to your shoulder and you simply obeyed. Crouching and putting your head between your knees, it got instantly easier to breathe. The female voice was speaking to your teacher and seemed to get an answer she liked before a hand tilted your head up and you were struck speechless.
Mercy from Overwatch, a group you had idolized as a child was staring at you. Eyes darting around your face, You seemed to remember all at once that her first name was Angela and a blush flooded your cheeks.
A small appeared on her face and she simply helped you stand up and keeping you close, wrapped an arm around you and helped you down the stairs and towards one of the small rooms you’d seen on the way in.
“We’ll sit you down then we’ll talk” she said and you nodded.