ok follow up from my previous post (credits to Spencer-drake on reddit for the following photo):
So, this person on reddit managed to piece together the final puzzle pieces on photoshop and something about it grabbed my attention. It appears to be two eyes on what I would assume is a face(?) surrounded by webs or broken glass, but the eyes stood out to me because of the fact that the ONLY person to have both eyes clearly visible on the promotional poster for this season was SPENCER:
I just watched a documentaryabout archeological digs in Iraq where they found over a million 3000-year-old clay tablets with ancient cuneiform writing on them. These tablets, having lain in the sand for three millennia begin to turn to dust within hours of their removal if not preserved and even with the best preservation they still degrade fairly rapidly. So, they use lasers to etch a hologram of each tablet on glass plates. This digital information can be transmitted over the internet.
This is kind of cool. To think 3D holograms of 3000-year-old written words and these holograms once on the internet will live in the web. The actual glass plates can survive for tens of thousands of years.
The holograms are so accurate that they can be examined under a microscope.
Since the information is digital it can be manipulated by a computer to decipher even the most eroded specimens.
Funny, as I write this little piece it dawns on me: I may be the only one on the planet who thinks this is cool. Oh, I suppose some of my fellow nerds might.
I love the mermaid imagine you did! Could you give us a little more of that with the same characters?
The same characters? That was… Junkrat, McCree, and Reaper. It’s Mer-May (ahhh) so I’m all for the mermaid ideas. So lemme see what I can cook up…
You’ve been on the boat for much longer than you had first thought you would be. The man (he told you a name, but you couldn’t stop thinking of him as “the man” at times) had gotten some sort of message on a device that made a shrill ringing sound. You hadn’t heard all of the conversation, but you did know when he told you there was a “change in plans.” You didn’t exactly know what that meant, but that was a few days ago, and the two of you had been together on the boat for a while.
A few days could tell you a lot about a person. Like…
Junkrat; The fact that Jamie’s shell wasn’t closed up very tight. You had heard of a human phrase for it, but had no idea what loose screws had to do with anything. Though you wouldn’t trust him anywhere near your city, you had grown a bit fond of him. He was loud, crude, and not the most well mannered. But he kept you fed and entertained, and for every bit of entertainment he provided you with you responded with information about sunken wrecks you used to frequent. He seemed to like the idea of a lot of treasure. “Ships like that are worth a lot,” he had told you when you asked why he was so interested, fiddling with something he had called a “finger trap,” though you were sure it was not meant to be used under water. “Why do you need so much money?” you asked. He hadn’t responded to that question, leading you to the assumption there was something he couldn’t exactly tell you.
“So when will you let me go, Jamie?” you had taken to calling him that because it annoyed him, and anything that annoyed him was entertaining to you. He told you that there was a new drop off point, and that he had to refuel in a port and pick up a friend. You supposed you were a little more concerned with that, since you were only just getting used to him, but Jamison talked so highly of this “Mako” that you could only hope he would be friendly. You found yourself yearning for home, though, and wishing to be back in the sea. You had space in your tank but you wanted to really stretch out. It was impossible in this cramped space. Jamison began noticing this, and he seemed… sympathetic. He thought you didn’t notice his little glances when you rested at the bottom of the tank, but you did. You wondered when you started to think it was endearing, that he worried for you. You wondered when he was less scary and more charming. You wondered when you stopped thinking of your tank as your prison.
McCree; The way Jesse McCree “smoked like a chimney” (his words, not yours) and tended to stick close to your tank, as if he was afraid you would disappear if he took his eyes off you. Him being so close let you notice so much about him; from the courser hair along his jaw to the brown of his eyes. You thought he would be an attractive mer, but he was human, and you did not ever think about relationships with humans. He had said it would be a two day trip back to the mainland, but he had received a message and come and told you that plans had changed. A two day trip was suddenly longer, and you couldn’t talk to anyone else except Jesse. He was always polite to you, had even allowed you a moment of reprieve from his ever watchful gaze when he emptied and refilled your tank.
“Why are you doing what you do, Jesse?” you asked him while you watched him go through the motions of checking over his boat (a boat! that’s what it was called). He didn’t answer you, for a long while, before he sighed and walked over to your tank. He looked up at a hand resting on your tank now. “You ever love someone, darlin’?” he asked you. You didn’t know if you could answer that in the way he might want you too, but you shook your head. He closed his eyes and snorted. “Maybe one day you will.” You weren’t always the most perceptive mer. Your friends always said that you could be on the further side of the empathetic scale, but when you looked at Jesse then, you could feel the emotion he felt. There was sorrow, so much of it. You wanted to reassure Jesse, if you could. But when you wanted to be kind, to reach out to him and touch him and remind him that you were there, your hand touched glass, and you remembered that you were still his captive. It was a sad reminder.
Reaper; The little mannerisms Gabriel had. When you had finished the little puzzles he tossed into your tank, one by one, he had conceded some hidden point to you. After, he had settled down next to your tank with a knife and a piece of wood in his hands. He would flick pieces off and every few runs of his knife through the wood he would pause and inspect his work. You watched him for hours, curious, before Gabriel even realized you were keeping your eyes trained on him. His laugh was nice; it was loud but it wasn’t unkind. You pretended you hadn’t been watching even though it was completely obvious. He thought you were funny, even when you didn’t mean to be. You had even tried your hand at cheering him up when he received that message from his friend.
“It is not the end of the world, Gabriel,” you told him when he was sulking. He kept stomping about, making these angry noises after each message he received. “Why does he have to be such an ass?” Gabriel sighed, finally settling down against your tank again. You settled as close to him as your tank would allow, resting against it. The little collection of puzzles Gabriel had allowed you to have sat at the opposite end, completed. “And it’s always on his terms. I tell him I have the catch of the century, no offense, and he decides he wants to stretch things out. Why do I do this to myself?” You listened with a patient ear, webbed fingers pressing against the glass a bit. “You do this because he is your best friend. I cannot say why he does this to you, but your willingness to put up with him makes you such a valuable friend.” Gabriel looked at you, just then, an emotion you couldn’t quite identify in his eyes. He settled down again, a small smile on his face now. “You know, when I prove to Jack that I’m the better fisherman, I’m gonna come visit you.” You liked that idea a lot.