#nochtsisin

“Don’t drink that.”

    Hand came forward, though eyes never moved from a screen in a shared space to cover the mug that was designated for the lab partner. Fingers pushing the mug almost like a cat into their nearest sink built into their tables.

  Mug clattering with a CLINK.

𝟏𝟓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 ;; 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 @nochtsisin​ asked :   5 & 9 !

5. who is / was your favourite muse of all time to play? 9. have the types of characters you play changed over the years?

𝟓 ;   oh jeez, that’s tough. i think if i had to choose, it would probably be when i wrote durotan or the prophet velen, from warcraft. they were two of my first muses on tumblr but holy shit, that had to have been when i peaked. i made a lot of friends and had sooo many interesting plot points to explore, i loved writing there. if the warcraft fandom wasnt half dead and blizzard stopped screwing me over with canon content, i’d bring either back in a heartbeat. writing dandelion from the witcher was also really fun, i’m just sad that the rpc imploded on itself after the netflix series came out.

𝟗 ;   not really? i’ve noticed that my demographic is ‘older man who has done a lot of wrong but is also soft at heart’ and i’ve only had a handful of muses who have strayed from that. jesse is not one of them, clearly. those kinds of characters just tug at my heart the most, but sometimes other characters will grab me by the heartstrings and take off running.

( BILLIE EILISH LYRIC STARTERS || ACCEPTING ) 

@nochtsisin​ said:       ‘ nothing is better sometimes . ’

     NOTHING.            It’s a word that hangs heavy in the air, uninvited. Haunting every corridor in your halls, from the welcome mat to the curls of silk sheets, the essence of NOTHING breathes strong in you.   You could tie a noose with the wisps of NOTHING, heavy, tangible.

       YOU   ARE   FULL   OF   NOTHINGS.            NOTHING   MEMORIES,   NOTHING   EMOTIONS.

Absence, devoid, there are many words to describe the way your body is a husk. How a lifetime of personhood exists in your mind, hidden away behind a glass wall, like a museum to peer into. Tapping at the glass for your attention. You are a gallery of little things so close to human and yet so far removed, was the woman who lived between these ribs empty too? When you hollowed her out and crawled inside her, did you finally fill her with something she was missing?

You carved Talon’s name into the marrow of these bones, they gave you rot and a purpose, laced with little NOTHINGS to replace all the carnage you leave behind.

       YOU   ARE   FULL   OF   NOTHING   MEMORIES,   NOTHING   EMOTIONS.

                                 Are   you   better?                  Is   this   better?

{∔}-; The past was something Sombra was more than willing to dwell on- her years pursuing a future she was uncertain about as an orphan having more of an impact than she would choose to admit most of the time.

Perhaps it could be different when it came to other people, usually varying with what it was they were asking her to brush aside for them. For Moira in particular, there were many things she wasn't particularly fond of ignoring- mostly choosing to bite her tongue for now because the woman was one of her employers.

"Guess you could say that, considering causing trouble is on your schedule."

{∔}-; The opportunity to work directly with Moira was rare, when more often than not the two of them were wanted for separate things, so the chance to have some fun with their time together was taken advantage of.

Although most would take military trained opponents seriously, Sombra decided to propose a contest- whoever took out the most by the end of their mission was the winner. The idea was rejected without much hesitation, being brushed off as another one of her attempts to mess with an ally.

"All work and no play is boring. You need to lighten up sometimes."

{∔}-; Poking her nose around in Moira’s lab wasn’t the best of ideas, but Sombra had questions about the way she had been handling things. She had made a point of checking to make sure that the other woman was distracted or preoccupied by work before making any moves, knowing that it would usually take her a few hours at the least.

When she thought she would be in the clear, Sombra hacked her way in and gazed around the room, hoping it wouldn’t take too long to spot what she was really after. Unfortunately, there were much more unfinished experiments than she would have expected, meaning that she would have to do a thorough look through to find anything of interest.

She went straight for the next part of the lab, but that was when she heard heard the dull thud of footsteps behind her, followed by-

“I trust you have an explanation for this. A very good one.”

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He speaks the following languages: english, spanish, asl, japanese, some swedish, and french. Most were picked up while in blackwatch.