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If you do want to keep ship wars out of the fandom, it would probably be a good idea to not tag what is effectively your own ship hate into ship tags themselves. If you've been having problems in the Mercy76 tag and want people there to take notice of your frustrations, please keep it to that tag.

I'm not saying that people haven't been causing problems with this, since I don't follow the Mercy76 tag, but the hate you're describing hasn't been in the Reaper76 tag itself. (I kinda keep track of it religiously and haven't seen anything of this nature.) If you're having a really big problem with the people ship-hating in the Mercy76 tag, please bring it up with them individually; you don't need to involve an entire group of shippers in the drama. That is what starts ship wars in the first place, after all.

re: the ship thing - I'm not saying it's ok to "bash" people for shipping things, but being critical about ships is necessary - Mercy76 there's a huge age gap between them (given the photo in Ana's origin video put mercy at 17 and Soldier in his thirties.) I think there's room to be critical with good reason for things that bother people rather than just bashing the individuals who may ship it or not.

Some people have certain thoughts on how big the age gap is and how it would worry many about the gap being large, but keep in mind how we don't know much about the timeline and much of it barely makes sense. I personally think the age gap isn't too much to worry about, you are thinking about when Angela was a teen and Jack was in his early thirties. Given that there is about 13 years apart, once you've passed a certain age of maturity like around 35 a person 13 years older than you isn't gonna seem like an age gap. My grandparent were 21 and 36 when they got married! So age is just a number in my world.

I think I just had a heart attack

Omfg noooo

Overwatch Academy: New Places, New Faces (part 2)

Amelie's POV

I sigh, finishing the chapter I was on for my book. I look over at Lena who returned from whatever. She was playing a game on her phone looking quite bored."Uh..Lena, do you want to go shopping?"I ask, unsure if that's the kind of thing she's into. There is a mall a block away from the academy. I was awarded money from the government or whatever, as compensation for being one of the worst results from an experiment that's alive. At least the ones who died don't have to live with what they have, and the burden I carry. Being lost in though I barely remembered what I had asked in the first place, until Lena was tugging my arm and had the most puppy like eyes I've ever witnessed."What are we waiting for? Let's go!" She whines. I get up and let her drag me along. The walk to the mall was filled with Lena telling me the best stores and the time her friend Genji was flirting with a girl when she got of her shift at a hot dog place, and her buff boyfriend was standing right behind him. We finally arrive at the large facility, I start getting nervous about my appearance. I'm blue woman, I'm cold to the touch. I know people will stare, children will ask in curiosity, and some people will take it upon themselves to make me feel terrible about myself. We walk through the doors and I immediately feel eyes. Lena is oblivious to the attention, and walks on with a skip in her step. My lagging behind causes her to grab my hand to speed up. The first store we enter is called 'Defyance' ,seems quite generic. I walk faster into the women's section and look for clothes. Lena starts picking out pieces she thinks I'd like. She picks out anything that has the color magenta on it, saying that I suit it. ////•:•\\\\ After buying clothes from a few stores and plenty of stares and curious looks, Lena said we should get food. I follow her to the food court with all the bags from shopping. I find a table and set everything down. It's an evening on a Friday so the mall has quite a lot of people. Lena speeds off to go get us a pizza and some sodas. I tap on the table humming Danse Macabre. One of my favorite songs. I look around and see children with parents, groups of annoying teenagers enjoying a night out. I'm stuck in the skin of a blueberry, the killing of many, and a family that doesn't exist. When I was a young girl my mother left my father for another man. My father was a great man and took care of me until he was diagnosed with cancer. I took care of him until he died, living off what the government gave us. I was sent to my mother who I hadn't seen in 6 years by then. I was about 14 at that time. She brushed me off and flew me to America to attend Talon. They turned me into a criminal. Now I'm 16 saved when I didn't deserve it. Living a life so odd and sad it could be written into a My Chem song.

"I'm back!"Lena said holding a tray of food. I look up at her and offer a small smile. She sits down across from me and starts speaking about anything that she can think of.

////-_-\\\\

We finally returned to the academy. I went straight to my dorm to put away all the things I bought. I bought a new messenger bag with school supplies, clothes, and new dance stuff. Once I finished the task of putting everything away, I plopped on my bed and fell asleep. Hoping for a better day.

////T H E N E X T D A Y\\\\

I'm in 4th period Biology with Lena. The classroom is very typical. Sinks in tables. Test tubes in racks, and stupid motivational posters."Lena, is there a dance studio here?"I question out of the blue."Sure, but it's in the east wing."She answers."What's wrong with the east wing?"I  interrogate."It's sort of abandoned. We closed down our arts program, so nobody uses it anymore."Lena explains not looking at me. I nod and look away. returning to my worksheet about the mitochondria.

///Lunchtime\\\

I find Jamison, Gabe, and Mako outside under a tree. I make my way over to them with my salad. I sit down next to Gabe who jumps a bit in surprise."Jesus Amelie, you scared the hell out of me!"Gabe exclaims as Jamie laughs his ass off."Mon dieu, I didn't know you were such a scaredy cat."I tease."Well, it's not my fault I couldn't hear you. You're steps were non-existent."He complains.

"So, I heard that there is an East Wing... with a dance studio, no?" I try to start a conversation."Yeah, but the place is creepy. I heard a kid died in there."Mako shivers."That's bullshit, but for real though place is creepier than Gabe's music collection."Jamie explains, Gabe shoots him a pretty terrifying death glare."Can you guys, uh...Take me there after school? I wanna use the dance studio."I timidly ask, looking around at their faces. Gabe sighs."I can do it after six, so let's meet here at 6:15 tonight, bring a flashlight, and wear black. We can't get caught."Gabe sets up our East Wing break in.

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 2.

(Lmao kinda forgot about this story. But I've also been super busy trying to summer games lootboxes. I am currently level 97, and I want push 100 by the end of the week. I'll try and get another chapter in at the end of the week)

Chapter 1 (part 1):http://skittlehaireddino.tumblr.com/post/147966374485/sourceyazzdonuttumblrcom-uploaded-with

Prologue:http://skittlehaireddino.tumblr.com/post/147805118560/overwatch-academy-prologue