You should write a little about the Tetris effect with many different videogames. I remember playing a lot of STALKER (open world FPS survival, atmospheric horror), and later helping setting up an estate sale. I found some shotgun shells and immediately started stuffing them into my apron. A gust of wind I heard walking through a neighborhood made me stop and glance, thinking it might be an anomaly,to look for air distortions!
If there is one thing we know for sure about the human brain, itâs that it is a funny little thing. It is quite fond of patterns, so much so that if the brain is shown the same patterns repeatedly, it will begin to search for them everywhere. This is a phenomenon known as the âTetris Effectâ. Humans who have played the game Tetris for extended periods of time can begin to exhibit interesting behavior. Some will start incorporating the qualities of this game into their daily lives. For example, when stacking or packaging something, they will make all of the items fit into a perfect row or block. Sometimes they will stare at their neatly arranged piles of stuff in confusion. This is funny because in the game Tetris, after a row of colorful blocks has been arranged across the entire screen it disappears. So, when their non-digital arrangements do not cease to exist once they are aligned properly, the human takes a few seconds longer than should be necessary to understand why. Apparently even humans who are experiencing anterograde amnesia (a cognitive impairment preventing the formation of new memories) will have dreams of these colorful falling blocks despite having no memory of playing the game a few hours prior. It is quite incredible how the human brain can hold onto something as simple as falling blocks, but then will forget things vital to their survival like eating meals or taking important medication.
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Imagine a world where Omegas roam in packs and the Alphas play hard to get. If the Alpha is not interested he'll ignore them. If he likes the pack, he'll make an attractive scent, then run away to see if they'll chase him. He's stronger and faster than they are, so they have to work together to run down and tackle him. If the omega pack is too weak, slow, or unable to work together, the Alpha will get away. He might give them another chance, or lose interest and keep searching.
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Ya know how in some AUâs Omegas are more rare, the smaller population? This makes me think that Alphas are the Rare ones. The ones who are desired.Â
Imagine. Tarantula drider Brigitte trying to be really careful with her s/o not to crush him, commanding he tell her if she's putting too much of her immense muscular weight on him. Except being crushed is her s/o's fetish and he doesn't tell her until the wind is knocked out of him, and he has to wave his arms like a drowning man during sex so she doesn't kill him, and Brigitte gets so worried and upset.
No better way to die than to have your pelvis smashed during sex amiright???
(Tell me if you've done this before) Widowmaker sees a male is being captured and processed to become her partner sniper. Brainwashed, blue skin, just like her. She gets a say in customizing his new personality. She asks to make him think that she is his sister. Not just to increase loyalty, but also to fuel the fire in her loins when she fucks him into loving submission. She loves the taboo but was an only child.
Interesting... - Mod Jinx. ((Warnings for psudeo-incest))
As she walked, ready for the usual assessment, she glanced over to see a patient she hadnât seen before. Indeed, as far as she was aware she was the only one to use these specific⊠facilities. He was laying on a gurney with a sheet over his genitals, otherwise naked. He was attractive. Powerful looking, but not in a muscular way the way Reaper was whenever he wasnât wearing that jacket. He was more lithe, a leopard to Reaperâs tiger.
âWho is he?â she asked, watching another doctor attach leads to him.
âAh,â replied her primary. âThat is our latest subject. Weâre calling him 002.â
She tilted her head. âSo he is to be like me.â
âNot exactly. He was chosen as part of a new protocol called Clean Slate. Heâll be hard wired as we require him to be, without memory or ties to his past.â
âHeâll be your partner, at least on occasion.â
Surprised, she looked over. âAnd what story will you give him?â
âOh⊠well. Iâm not sure, yet. Weâre waiting on a decision-â
âMake him mine,â she said, walking over to him, placing a hand on his chest. HIs skin was burning, for now, at least in comparison to her own. âOr⊠something to make him loyal. A brother perhaps.â
Just the idea caused a flutter in her stomach.
Her primary raised an eyebrow at her clear want for it, before they shrugged. âIâll run it by the council.â
His new name was Alexandre, the old forgotten and deleted. His past was a non-entity, and everything he was, was hers. Every memory she gave the primary was filtered and given to him. And while he didnât feel any more than she did, he was no real stranger the same needs.
Alexandre didnât say no. He kissed back eagerly as the memories slotted themselves together, made up fancies and a web of lies spun in her silk all for him.
He was warm to her now, like the blankets they were under. Hearts hardly beating as they moaned and moved. She was still wet for him though, soaking through the thin silk panties she wore, which clung to her lower lips and rubbed so nicely when he slid his fingers against her.
She never let him pull out, riding him through each orgasm, desperate to learn and have all of him. âJ'aime ton frĂšre,â she gasped, underneath of him as the night turned to day, Alexandreâs forehead to hers.
âToujours,â he rumbled in reply, pressing needy kisses to her kiss swollen lips.
Various OW girls overhear lone male reader grumbling about how attractive and distracting she is, e.g. for Widow: âgrr⊠dammit stupid, sexy blue-skinned bitch and that fuckinâ voice a hers and goddamned sexy jawline and showoff butt with herâŠâ
Symmetra
Once again Symmetra had instructed you to make a list of all the hard light equipment in the armory and once again you hated it. The only reason why you did this shit job was because that woman was so very beautiful. The ebony hair, that dark and fierce eyes... She was stunning. But performing an inventory of all the turrets was a pain in the ass.âUgh...Lost count.â, you sighed and started all over again. âWhy does she have to be so damn pretty tho. Next time Iâll just say: âNo Symmetra, I wonât do whatever you want me to do. Just because youâre beautiful doesnât mean I have to obey you.ââCriticism noticed.â, you heard a cool voice behind you and the corner of your mouth bent downwards while you turned around. There she was, the queen in white and blue. She didnât look very amused and you knew she heard everything. You really should stop talking to yourself.âSorry.â, you said with a weak smile. âI didnât mean to-ââI know.â Her voice wasnât warm oder understanding at all. But to be honest, it was hard to read her at all. Symmetra was a mystery. âPlease continue with the list.ââYes, maâam.â, you sighed but you could swear there was the slightest hint of a smile on her lips.
Widowmaker
"Itâs almost annyoing how sexy she is.â, you growled. âI mean, look at her outfit! Thatâs fucking teasing, I swear to god-ââStop complaining.â, your best friend replied. âYou enjoy the view, donât you?âââcourse I do.â, you huffed and took another sip of your coffee. âSheâs hot as fuck.âA sudden crash made both of you jump, as a very angry Widowmaker kicked one of the chairs across the room. Within a split second your faces went chalk white, realizing that she had heard every single word. With a fierce snarl she grabbed your collar and pulled you up to her face. âStop talking about me.â, she hissed and you saw the raw anger in her beautiful eyes. âScum like you âave no right to say my name.ââS-Sorry.â, you murmured with a dry mouth. âIâm sorry.âWidow snarled again, releasing your collar from her grip and turning around to leave the room. You were left behind, speechless and embarassed. You friend started giggling and you came to your feet. âLike I said.â, you muttered. âSexy as fuck.â
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Widow sweeps a Shy Boiâą off his feet and gets him drunk with her semi-sweet, full-bodied French-vintage voice. It takes him a while to reciprocate her touch, as he's rightly afraid she'll suddenly slap him qnd beat him up for touching her.
Widowmaker had been somewhat kinder to you lately than she had everyone else, and though you wanted to trust her, you were still worried about what the sniper had in mind. Flattery wasnât her strong suit, but when it came to you, she laid it on thick, her accent making everything ten times sexier and god did it get to you. It was easy to get lost in her voice, making mission briefings relatively difficult to actually pay attention to.
In conjunction with being sweeter, she had definitely become more touchy. A hand on your shoulder, the small of your back, brushing your hair away from your forehead, you name it, she had most likely done it. It always caused a blush to tint your cheeks pink without fail, the attention it brought extremely out of your comfort zone. You werenât the only one to notice and everyone started to talk, what had caused Widow to be so friendly towards you, why was she so touchy, and why werenât you touching her back?
It wasnât like you were scared.
Okay, you were a little bit scared. You had heard the tales of how Widowmaker had gotten her name, and her valiant victories in the field could send shivers down your spine. She was known for being heartless, having no emotion. You very badly wanted to reciprocate her touch, but you were scared that as soon as you even breathed in her direction, you would lose a limb or two.
One day, the sniper was being extremely touchy, and you reciprocated without thinking about it. She had run a hand through your hair, and when she placed it on your shoulder, your hand rested atop her own. Realizing what you had done, you froze, your gaze finding its way to Widowâs face who wasâŠsmiling? Your hand was still in tact as well.
âI was starting to think you didnât actually like me, mon cher.â Her voice sent shivers down your spine, it was sexy and intimidating at the same time. âJust donât try anything funny.â Her eyes read that if you did indeed try something, it wouldnât be just your hand youâd be missing. For some reason, that left you both terrified and slightly turned on and you figured that if Widow did quite like you, this feeling would be a daily occurance.
I wanna be Widow's giant pet spider. She'll hold me on her lap like a cat while reading novels and sipping her wine, I'll jitter and vibrate to simulate purring. I'll wake her up each morning by nomming softly on her ears, chitter at the door so she lets me go hunting, and make lingerie for her out of my own silk <3
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Everyone in the room turned at your inquisitive tone. âWhyâs the rum gone?â
Some of them werenât even aware there was rum on the base, let alone it being missing. You gave McCree a pointed look who held up his hands in innocence. Before you could question it any further or accuse anyone else, loud, uneven, and rapid steps (hobbles, more like) echoed frantically through the hall.
âRun! Run away!â
Junkrat dashed by, and almost immediately after, an explosion of unexpected magnitude rocked the base, a blaze of flames following hot on his heels. Fire alarms rang, water rained down from above, and a collective groan (mixed with a healthy dose of profanity) went through the room.
