Pharmercy AU (Or just a general Overwatch AU) where Mercy and Pharah are heroic spirits who reside within Angela and Fareeha, gifting them with certain powers to do with as they will.
And no, this isn’t just an excuse for magical wings and armor and romantic flights high above Watchpoint Gibraltar. Nor is it an excuse to focus heavily on Fareeha and her struggles to enact JUSTICE™ and deal with the legacy her mother left her and her constant attraction to Angela because she’s a big gay birb (but also cause Mercy and Pharah are soulmates no matter who they incarnate into sorry gurl ur stuck xoxo).
This is about the story of Fareeha Amari and the spirit of justice that sleeps within her; how at 22 she still listens in on Overwatch business on a radio her mother left behind, how she enlisted in the Egyptian military but leaves the second she hears that her mother has gone missing over the radio… How Pharah, protector and the spirit of justice, returns to the ranks of Overwatch.
…., writing statuses about each other, tagging in those sweet pictures, holding hands, shopping trips and dates.
True love is a lot beyond all this. It’s actually not seeing each other every day and still trusting each other more and more. It’s holding onto each other when the times get tough. It’s knowing each other’s imperfections and loving each other more. It’s that understanding you both have in between. It’s those sacrifices you go through all this way.
Newt heard a giggle from behind his door in his case. He smiled to himself knowing exactly which creature it had been, Y/N. He wasn’t entirely sure what she was yet, something to do with nature. She was the only one he had ever seen. Even more surprisingly, she spoke as though she were human, though Newt knew that to be far from true.
Newt finished filling his bucket before walking out his door. He smiled as he saw Y/N twirling around the Bowtruckle’s tree. The little leafy creatures were reacting with excitement at the sight of Y/N. Upon hearing the door open, she perked up. Her face broke into a smile as she saw the wizard.
“Looks like lunch time,” she told the Bowtruckles, “I’ll be back when you’ve finished.”
Just like that, Y/N untangled herself from the tree resuming her more humanoid appearance. She waved at Newt before heading to her section of the case. She hopped onto a boulder and made the nearby fauna bloom while she waited. It wasn’t long until Newt appeared. He approached her gently, not making eye contact. She giggled.
“You know you don’t have to do that with me,” she told him with a smile, in turn bringing her sun to shine a bit more. He smiled. “Force of habit. Have you made yourself lunch yet?” She shook her head. “No. I got a little held up with the Bowtruckles today.”
Newt rolled back his sleeves, holding his wand.
“No matter.” He raised his wand toward her. “Aguamenti.”
Y/N smiled as she felt the water pour into her roots. Her leaves shined like morning dew. She hummed as a signal to her being full. Newt halted the spell and replaced his wand. She smiled at him.
“Thank you, Newt.” He nodded. “It’s the least I can do since you’ve agreed to travel with me.”
Y/N got to her feet, grass growing where she stepped. Newt looked at her quizzically as she brushed a bit of his hair out of the way. She beamed at him.
“You’re quite the interesting human,” she complimented, “I wouldn’t trust anyone else to travel with.” He smiled. “Thank you.”
She giggled, swooping toward the ground. She rose in the air, twirling slightly, before settling on a tree branch. Newt just chuckled to himself before moving onto his other creatures.
If you can reblog the funny posts, you can also reblog this one about how I actually do despise that aesthetic. You can learn about how it’s all rooted in ableism and placing aesthetics and “clean lines” over accessibility which means disabled roleplayers are completely unable to enjoy your blog. Well, maybe enjoy’s a stretch because I don’t think anyone with a theme that small and text so tiny can be doing anything that influential. Anyone that’s using whitewashed, grainy and over-saturated icons where you can’t even tell the facial expression from the background, terribly grating themes with obnoxious autoplays obviously isn’t doing anything important with their words. You care about aesthetics and looks, but you aren’t focused on your writing which is probably why no one wants to bother with your ass unless it’s Munday. If you put half as much attention to detail in your boring rehash of a tired, beaten down trope as you did into your demonic theme and hellish icons, maybe you’d be doing something with your life other than adding #guilty and #me tags onto posts pointing out ableism. But that’s just my lentil ;)
the best part about character interpretation? you’re right. all of you. any side. because that’s how you interpret the character through your world lens and experiences. any part of their actions or personality can be put into any context to fit your argument. or you could have none at all and still care/not care for the character because it rubs you the right/wrong way.
dismissing other fans as ‘missing the point’ or ‘completely misunderstanding’ blows my fucking mind. have your difference of opinion, because you’re both right.
you just get to decide whether or not to associate with the people who have the same interpretations.
and forcing yourself into posts with different interpretations to harass other people make you an asshole, no matter what side you’re on.
Oh man, look at me falling back into old habits. I feel bad that I haven’t been as active here as I had wanted to back in the past, especially because I was really excited to be writing as here again. But I’ve been caught up with my other muses and haven’t been as active. There isn’t really any big excuse. I do intend on trying to get to replies when I can, but I’m officially making this blog low-activity and maybe still semi-active? I don’t know. But until my muse for writing here is strong enough again, there will be periods of radio silence. If you can’t find me here, I’m mostly present on @moanaialiki or @furaised (if you’re familiar with the franchise at all). I also have a personal blog ( @moaiana ) that I tend to pop on every so often.
I will try and put stuff in a queue so it’s not entirely dead. The big word is TRY because there’s still quite a bit going on in my personal life as well, and I’m barely even on top of the blogs that I’m more active on now.
If push comes to shove, I’ll just close the blog for good, maybe move and make a multimuse so it’s easier for me to be more present. I still like having a blog focused on one character alone, but again, this is more of a last resort thing.
So yeah, just letting folks know that I haven’t abandoned this blog fully again. It’s really up to you if you still wish to follow or not. Thanks.
htmf(il) headcanon. Whenever Viktor and Yuuri have writers' block, they write love letters to each other. 💌
AWWWWW YES they totally do this!!!
When Yuuri gets writer’s block, he gets really stressed out. He has an irrational fear that his fans won’t like him anymore if he’s not constantly producing content. Victor, on the other hand, gets extremely frustrated, not necessarily out of fear but just with his own inability to get decent words on the screen.
They’ll sit on opposites end of the touch, feet touching, because there’s almost always a point of contact between them. Victor will look up and be able to tell that Yuuri is frustrated, or vice versa, and they’ll silently message a short love note to the other. They’ll smile and send one back and soon enough they’re silently messaging each other until one of them pulls the other onto their lap and showers them in kisses.