The Crane who returned a Favor. (ᵃᵖ)

    Children were always so oblivious to the outer world. They cared about nothing but themselves and what they were doing. Grownup business was never a concern for them. That fell similarly to Hibiki and her twin brother Kaseru. The two were inseparable, playing hand in hand at the small local playground. There were some mothers supervising children, making sure they didn’t get hurt or hurt each other. Hibiki was much more timid than most kids her age, while most were bustling social butterflies, she all but hid behind her brother at the mere thought of being approached by another child.

    It wasn’t until towards the afternoon that her brother decided to run home for lunch, completely leaving his sister out of the loop. Noon was always lunch time but children tended to have terrible internal clocks. They seemed to be quite forgetful as well.

    Glancing up from the sandbox she played in, she looked around to see the familiar black haired kid gone. Hibiki started to grow anxious, glancing around and nearly on the brink of tears.

    Her watering eyes glanced over to see a boy looming over her. Was she taking up all the space in the sandbox? She glanced down quickly, curling up to make herself seem smaller.

me @ me: just list every thread as ‘verse unknown’

okay so from what i know a friend told me the woody collective sort of dissipated due to people being Spoiled Sports and starting to horde random people’s urls just to be mean rather than horde problematic urls, like the original intention was.

to be quite honest my url was probably hounded by someone who i’ve known back in middle school, because back then a lot of people Hated Me, i don’t really care though, i’ve apologized and they can choose to not accept it and be salty about a kid’s childish behavior if they want.

i basically woke up to an anon saying one of my urls was horded by someone using the woody collective, meaning somewhere one of my various 100s of urls has a woody icon and i have no fucking clue which one it is

if activity here wasn’t scarce enough, it’s gonna be downright virtually gone now!

i suppose i’ll be putting this blog on semi-hiatus, got real into transformers

really, into transformers

aw gee anonny

that really means a lot considering i’ve been down in the dumps for the past few hours. thank you <3

She let herself laugh at that.

“Well, I’m not sure about you, but I wouldn’t exactly call what I was doing before this legal in any sense–Catriona Liakos, by the way, though everyone calls me Cat. A thief by both profession and lifestyle,” she added, smoothly extending a gloved hand out for a handshake and leaning forwards to kiss each of the woman’s cheeks, as she had been taught to do in greeting by her father. 

“Breaking laws has never been a real concern of mine. Neither is getting caught, if I’m completely honest. Hell, as far as the government’s concerned, my record is just about flawless,” she laughed. “And besides, I’ve got faith in Winston. He’s got his shit together more than any person in this room, I’d argue. And honestly, I doubt anyone–at least anyone who was in Blackwatch–would stay in prison for long. Organization of criminals, right?” She grinned. 

Though, that said–Cat didn’t recognize the woman she was speaking with. Or, perhaps she did, but the memory was fuzzy–she’d been more focused on not killing Shimada back then, or drinking herself stupid whenever she could. Not exactly the most involved with her fellow agents, even if they were part of her Blackwatch. 

“You, though–were you Overwatch? I really don’t remember seeing you around,” she admitted. “You look like you were Overwatch–got a real clean look about you, no offence. Like, I don’t mean it in a bad way, it’s just kinda weird, you know? Of course I was pretty strung out then and usually self-involved, so I probably don’t know fuck all about my surroundings nearly a decade ago,” she grinned, still shaking the woman’s hand firmly. 

    Hibiki raised an eyebrow slightly, removing herself from the way to better face the woman.

    She was emotionless- well, perhaps more reserved. She was always more harder to read than most people. She’s always been that way. She didn’t quite take offense to what the other said. But associating her with the blue uniforms. It made a nerve snap a bit.

❝ Hibiki Kaseru. Former yakuza. I was in Blackwatch. I’ve been Blackwatch since McCree joined, participated and lead an infiltration squad for years until the eventual disbandment. ❞

❝ I work as a mercenary now. Or an assassin, whichever term you fancy more. It’s more or less the same to me. Same shit I’ve done for years now. I don’t doubt Winston and his ability to keep us all of radar but we aren’t invincible, that’s all I’m saying. If you don’t mind being arrested then good for you, but I’m sure a few of us here aren’t exactly prepared to fight out of prison. I doubt Oxton over there would know how to bust out of a cell. ❞

    She glanced over at Tracer, happily chattering away with Winston and a few other agents. Cadet Oxton, she remember hearing about slipstream incident happening, never thought she’d meet the pilot who was roped back to reality.