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Way of Echo | part 1

A small introduction: due to the fact that there was a story with Echo and she was announced as a hero, I wanted to share the full my story, which during these months I came up with based on facts known up to this point. This is a headcanon, but I always try very hard to get into the original. I only slightly changed my original story - in the old version, Dexter really had a wife engineer who died due to the implicit fault of Overwatch, and it seems now she has a name and personality.

One year later.

One late evening at the bar, the team recalled this sad story. Among them was Mccree. He thought about what had happened and every time he did not leave a heavy feeling of guilt. Overwatch allowed the death of such a valuable person. Whose safety can they provide if they are not able to save themselves? But with his mind, he understood that this should not bother him and he could no longer fix anything.

When everyone dispersed beside him, a saddened man crouched, he wanted to get drunk quickly. Mccee decided to ask what happened to him. The man briefly shared his grief with him, telling about the death of his wife, today was exactly a year from that moment. Jesse sympathizes with him and lets speak out until the person who introduced himself as Dexter shows him a photo of the deceased. Not immediately, but he recognizes Liao in the photo, and listens to his interlocutor more attentively. Dexter tells the sweetest memories that come to his mind. Her nice smile, an amazing selection of films for the evening, rare days that they could spend together because of work… McCree is getting darker.

“I once worked on artificial intelligence,” Dexter began suddenly, “I thought, is it possible to transfer human consciousness to the body of a robot? Maybe… Of course she has already…” “Sorry, but I think it doesn’t work like that,” the man remarked sadly. “You don’t understand how dear she was to me… I should at least try,” he objected. Silence fell. Nobody wanted to argue and drink already. “Maybe I know someone who can help you, but don’t say anything about me,” Jesse said and they shook hands.

Dexter turns to Overwatch’s leadership, already as a specialist in robotics. He, too, was an employee of Omnic Corporation in the past. He learns about his wife’s projects and is surprised that he knew so little about them. Dexter offers to continue her business, but the management refuses to finance, then he offers this as a secret experiment, which does not carry the overwatch logo in the end. Reluctantly, he is allowed to continue work. He does not report either a resurrection or his acquaintance with Mccree and works hard.

He proves to management the importance of having an individual echo of character and refusing to limit its independence. He uses Liao’s deferred development to refine the Echo enclosure and its software.

Soon, a renewed Echo comes into the world.

But that was only the beginning.

Oops this became an essay

Day 2: Favorite Symbiote @symbruary I gotta say, my favorite Symbiote is a mix. Sometimes it’s Venom, sometimes its Sleeper, and sometimes its Scream. But, really, I think what makes me think of a Symbiote as my ‘favorite’ is how they’re portrayed.

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There’s an Iron Man Noir and in it, Tony is essentially Indiana Jones bunting for lost treasures and magical cures. Now I really want to see Tony coming down to New York lookin for this ancient statue that’s said to hold the key to amazing powers, but stolen by a gang. He goes to the paper’s headquarters and offers to trade an interview for information (because he knows someone knows something, but they won’t be allowed to publish it) and he gets sent to Parker, only to figure out it was shattered and full of spiders that can strip the flesh off a human in seconds. That he saw it happen with his own eyes, and shows stark the scar on the back of his hand from where one of them but him. While searching for more information about the spider-god the statue was made to celebrate, he walks into a gang fight and suddenly a dude in all black shows up, crawling on walls, launching spider web, and kicking ass. Now Tony’s not a dumbass he connects the dots immediately and now stark has a son and I have Irondad Noir thank you and goodnight.

| I noticed for some reason there are no Blackheart x Johnny Blaze (Ghost Rider) fics, so I had no choice but to write one. I don’t know if anyone will read this, but regardless of how many reads it gets, I had to. |

Sample: Blaze hops off the bike walking fearlessly toward Blackheart - his boots squishing in the mud.

“Ok. I’m here. Where’s Roxanne?”

“Where’s the contract?” Blackheart cocks a brow.

Johnny sighs and pulls the rolled up script from the back of his jeans, holding it out for the hellion to see.

“Bring it here.” The demon motions with his hand.

“Show me the girl.” Johnny commands.

“We’re playing by my rules, Johnny. You’ll get the girl, when I get what I want.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Well, Johnny…you’re gonna have to. How else do you plan on getting her back?”

The Rider grits his teeth. He knows Blackheart’s right. The demon has an army and he’s just one man.

He sighs angrily as he holds it out to the demon.

Blackheart grabs it out of the Rider’s hand and quickly unscrolls it to make sure it’s not a fake. A pleased grin makes its way across his handsome face. “Suck it, dad.” He laughs, rolling it back up.

He snaps his fingers and one of his henchmen appears, grabbing the contract and vanishing into thin air.

“Where’s Roxanne?” Johnny asks, starting to feel annoyed.

“Ah yes. The girl.” Blackheart smiles as he starts to walk circles around the Ghost Rider.

“See.. there’s just one more thing.…”

“Oh no.” Johnny interrupts. “You said if I gave you the contract, you’d let her go. Now where is she.” The Rider bravely walks up to the demon, grabbing him by the collar of his cloak and slamming him into the side of an old church.

Blackheart laughs. If only Johnny knew that he was only enjoying this manhandling.

“Relax, Johnny. You’ll get her back, just as promised. I just want one little favor.”

“What?” Johnny snarls - his grip growing tighter in frustration.

“A kiss.”

This was excatly my first thought that Joseph abused, did something to judge/deputy. And i think judge has trouble with breathing sometimes?

Since tumblr is like eating half the ask when I answer it.

I can see it but I also can’t. Like seeing how Joseph is in New Dawn and Far Cry 5. New Dawn Joseph just seems like a dude trying to get by while living by his doctorine. Far Cry 5 Joseph has always read as a little more manipulative, you know?

Speaking as someone who has had a sibling murdered, I can understand Joseph wanting to hurt the Deputy for killing his family. (The Deputy was totally justified in killing them, but grief doesn’t always let you see straight) Like I can’t imagine having to spend 7 years ALONE with the person who killed my family. I would have a very strong urge to inflict violence upon them. So I can believe that Joseph acted out of grief and rage at some point, he’s human. Joseph and Dep could have very easily gotten into a fight, especially confined in a small space for so long. Joseph has been shown to use violence to get his way, it’s a last resort for him but he will do it.

Joseph could easily have injured the Deputy and then manipulated them into seeing it as their fault.

The Deputy also probably has that soul crushing guilt for bringing on the apocalypse, because Joseph was right. Joseph was right and now all their friends are dead. Joseph who probably tells them every day that this is their fault. Joseph probably had manic episodes, he probably sequestered himself for days, leaving the Deputy alone to their thoughts for god knows how long.

The Deputy probably hurt themselves, trying to make it right in their head. They probably screamed and shouted at the walls til they couldn’t shout anymore.

Whatever happened, they probably have problems breathing now too, like you can hear it. Maybe it’s the mask but just the way they like gasp makes it seem like they may be struggling.

More Noir HCs, help me please

His blush is just him turning a darker shade of gray

It happens when he laughs

It’s very rare, but when he does OH BOY

He tries so hard to hide it

He will literally leave the building so he can go giggle and snort in peace because he’s laughing so hard

Nobody can believe their ears when he laughs

He’s very organized

He has all of his colorful objects very very organized by color so he can learn the colors easier

He has adopted the roomba

He named it Gary

He won’t let anyone but Peni touch Gary

He has a corner in his room at home that he calls his ‘Color Corner’

It has all the trinkets he’s brought back with him from everyone else’s worlds

He goes there to sulk

Or to calm down when he’s stressed

Slightly bipolar

🅱️eter finds out how young Noir is and almost has a stroke

“YOURE TWENTY???” “Almost.” “W H A T”

But then Gwen points out that, since he’s from the 30’s, he’s really 100 and 20 at the same time

So he’s a dad, grandpa, weird uncle, and fun cousin

He hates taxis

Nobody can ever get him in one

“8/10 times, the taxi driver is the murderer.” “… Noir, please just get in-“ “Over my dead body.”

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SpiderMan Noir Headcanons

S F W:

- he gets very flustered very easily, but he’s good at hiding it. for instance, of you say something to compliment him he’ll just blush up and cross his arms, quietly thanking you for the compliment and seeming like he doesn’t care much. but under that mask his face is bright red and his mind is racing

- since he has such bad eyesight (he’s near sighted) he can really barely see without his glasses, so he ends up getting very nervous when he can’t find them in the morning. like his eyesight is so bad that if he tries to look at something without the mask it’s just a blur of mixed colors and light and he can’t make out anything

- this causes him to actually have lenses specifically for his eye type in his mask, rather than having a pear of bulky glasses underneath. it’s more tactical that way (can’t punch nazis if you can’t see em)

- he doesn’t actually take a lot of time to do his hair in the morning, surprisingly. while his hair isn’t extremely neat and he takes pride in how cleanly cut it is, he ends up not having the time to actually do it. he’s either rushing out or the door to work or rushing to stop some crime that’s been happening that requires urgent assistance. this also means that he barely ever eats breakfast, and when he does he ends up just stuffing it in his face before running out of the door

- with an s/o I’d imagine he’d try to regulate this so he can eat breakfast with them in the morning, but that almost never happens and he ends up coming home nearly exhausted and ends up just eating dinner with them instead

- on the rare occasion he does get to spend some quality time with them though, he makes the most of it by giving them ALOT of affection. quite honestly he appreciates them, even though he thinks he doesn’t do a good job of showing it sometimes. he’s young but he’s always busy 

- normally peter’s a pretty clean guy, and so if he’s on a patrol he doesn’t exactly get hurt a lot, but he’s not invincible. most of the time he ends up coming home at 3:00 am with his side bleeding or some of his clothes ripped, resulting in you having to haul out of bed to stitch him up. honestly you should have a medical degree by now from how many times he’s come home needing stitches

- since his timeline takes place during WWII, it’s safe to assume that he’s nearly an expert on being conservative. no, I don’t mean conservative as in run-of-the-mill dude in the southern hills, I mean conservative as in repairing nearly everything. seriously, he doesn’t want to have to spend money on new clothes and so he just resorts to repairing everything

- this means that socks, shirts, even things that have just grown old with time are usually mended up and fixed in no time, earning him nearly expert stitching skills. he’s even sewed a few things! (even though he ended up forgetting about them entirely and denying he ever made them once you’d find them)

- idk where I found the pic, but I saw this art of noir smoking and I was like 👀 interesting do you mind if I take that concept dear sir/ma’am/unspecified-gender-person (actually wait i found it  https://mobile.twitter.com/kookirani/status/1082319828247994369)

-  yeah, he smokes, I know that’s craaaaazy

- it’s mostly a coping mechanism, in all honesty. on the contrary he wouldn’t know that its kinda dangerous though, since smoking was deemed as dangerous in the late 1950s and WWII took place during the late 1930s-1940s. so yeah, to him it’s totally normal (a lil bit of facts there for y'all)

- a lot of the time you’ll be able to find him standing on the balcony with a cigarette between his lips, his shirt off for the bandages and other things to get some air as he tries to ease into his own comfortability and think over what he could’ve done better over the past patrol. it’s almost like an assessment of sorts

- speaking of not having shirts on, he’s about 5″10 and has a sorta muscular build. obviously his shoulders a broad, and so he really look so like a grown ass man with his deep voice to accompany his aesthetic. he’s got a lot of scars as well from previous accidents, such as one on his lower torso from being stabbed while breaking up a street fight and one on his knee where he accidentally flew into a wall. but while he may seem rough and hardened on the exterior, he’s got a few weaknesses that prove that he’s really just a kid wearing a suit (he’s 19 btw)

- on an angst level, he’s too compassionate for his own good. for instance, he doesn’t kill, but finds it right in his mind to offer redemption to his opponents while still defending the weak and helpless, just as he once was. while he’s not a complete pushover obviously he does help people a lot out of the mask. people are struggling during these times, and the women and families that need his help are still out there and around him (it’s WWII, shits not great)

- this means that he frequently fixes things for neighbors when they can’t afford a repairman, comforts kids who lost their mothers in the crowded streets of Queens, defends minorities both with and without the mask, and so on and so forth. overall he’s just a nice guy with a strong sense of justice, and doesn’t mind to occasional scrape or so on his knees if it means protecting the people he cares about without even meeting

- peter ends up getting a little…reckless because of this though

- when that’s said, that’s means that he will literally jump in front of a bullet for anyone. even if it gets him hurt. he’s selfless, and a lot of the time he’s hurt because of it. but telling him that he can’t possibly save everyone is pointless

- “"So what? I should stop trying just because I can’t help everyone? That means helping no one gets the same results. I’m not gonna watch people drop like flies cause I can’t save the world.”

- yeah angsty as fuck, but he means it. his words come out harsh, but he tries to apologize for being so rough

- “"I’m sorry, I just…” He’d pause. “"I can’t watch it anymore. I’m not a bystander. I won’t be a bystander.”

- and with that he’ll pull you into a hug and just hold onto you tightly, almost as if you’ll fade away and leave him if he doesn’t

- you’re part of him, and you might be on earth of the only things keeping him safe. you’re the representation of the good he protects, and god help him I feel he ever fails at something to simple

- anyway that’s enough angst let’s talk about LIVING with him :3

- it’s the little moments that mean the most to him, in all honesty. he doesn’t even need you to be the domestic one really, since he views you both as a team rather than husband and housewife

- he usually does most of the cleaning and cooking though I’d imagine since Aunt May taught him to clean up after himself and respect his and everyone else’s space. you going out and getting groceries or just cleaning the clothes for him is enough, so if you’re one to typically work around the house more often and take the time to make sure everything’s is perfect, he’ll partially thank heaven they sent you to him and feel a lot like he’s slacking on his part

- he likes to pamper you, give you gifts. expect a bouquet of flowers almost every Friday when he comes home, his smile wide on his face as he professes his love to you through a bunch of cheesy one-liners

- but he also likes to be taken care of and pampered himself, although he never admits it. once again anything small makes him happy, so if you go all out he literally can’t stop thanking you. washing his hair, cooking for him, making him things, he loves everything, and appreciates the thought behind it

- to be honest I’m sure he’s not really attracted to a certain body type in particular, it’s your kindness that infatuated him. generally polite, kindof shy people just make him that much more enamoured, but he likes someone with a good head on their shoulders and a strong sense of justice and morality just as much (if not more)

- if you were a crime fighter, peter would be absolutely enamoured with you. he knows you can hold up your own better this way, and that you don’t really need that much protection. he prefers to work alone, but if he has to work as a partner with anyone it’d be you and ONLY you. no third wheels

- but this comes with a downside; peter gets extremely worried when you get injured. he knows better than anyone that it’s really just part of the job, but his heart can’t help but stammer a little when he sees a bloody lip and bruises all over. you bet your ass he’ll take care of whoever hurt you asap if you haven’t yourself

- you hurt his s/o your ass is grass m8

- he also doesn’t get really jealous, but if someone is hitting on you he feels not worthy enough or just angry in general

- he usually needs a lot of reassurance, maybe a hug or a kiss after he gets particularly emotionally exhausted. he likes to sit in silence a lot, either thinking or just watching you as you do chores around the house or watch tv. he loves you a lot, and he could watch you just absentmindedly talk about your day or your friends for hours

- really random btw, but this dude can sing. he doesn’t think it really necessary so he doesn’t outwardly flaunt it, but when he’s listening to a song he likes it’s easy to catch him humming along to the tune or singing the chorus. it’s deep, breathy, right on the verge of raspy almost, and his eyes seem calm when he does

- usually he really only listens to jazz and swing, so you can listen to him using his voice perfectly when the singer over the radio hits a particularly complicated note. if you catch him in the act though he’ll immediately blush up, his whole face turning red as he stutters out something to say

- you’d take his hand, grinning, asking him he’d want to dance with you as you smile up at him widely. he agrees, letting his body press to yours as you slow dance around the kitchen, living room, etc. his head will drop to your shoulder, inhaling your scent as he sings softly to you and sways gently from side to side, sharing a moment of wordless emotion that you both understand, share, and relish in. he’ll kiss you, letting his hands fall to your waist loosely to grip you as yours to his shoulders in a sort of grounding gesture. and so you dance, sharing a quiet waltz as lovers in the comfort of your modest home

- all in all, he loves you, too much to where you’d ever imagine. he’s not exactly the most sensual, yeah, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. you mean the world to him, and he’ll go through hell and back just to keep that smile on your face and those eyes bright

 ( for https://zovatm.tumblr.com/, love you bro <3

- Ya Boi 🖤💜💛)

Noir: Has a whole fucked up origin story in which his uncle ben is cannibalised, he watches someone get eaten alive by spiders, he gets cursed by a spider god with intense power, he has his mentor killed, and a whole SHIT TON of other horrible traumatic experiences that include but are not limited to having his best friend lobotomised and brainwashed thanks to a racist scientist

Also Noir: 

three different colourations of a fallow deer, photographed by Mszafran on deviantart Source here