Well My Question Is, Do You Have Like Any Headcanons For Sigma And/or Moira? It Could Be Family, Love

Well my question is, do you have like any headcanons for Sigma and/or Moira? It could be family, love life, etc. because I'm trying to take notes because I have no idea if you saw some of my posts but I kinda drew Sigma and Moira a daughter and I don't want to go over board with it until I know what other people think.

[Answered on 07/17/20]

Hello there! I'm honored you're taking my headcanons into account! ^^ I /did/ happen to scroll through your posts, but I believe I might've missed it, heh. Your art is really good by the way! Anyway, back to the matter at hand! I have some Sigma and Sigmoira headcanons, but I unfortunately don't have any for Moira individually, heh. Here are some of the ones I have though! (Also, I'd like to apologize for this answer being so delayed. I've been a tad bit busy ^^')

Siebren de Kuiper / Sigma

Siebren and Sigma are two entirely different people. Following the accident on the International Space Station, Siebren developed a secondary personality that served as a shield for his broken psyche. Sigma surfaces when Siebren's stress levels are pushed to their limit and a gravitational anomaly is imminent; Sigma shields Siebren from and destroys the stressor. Sigma may be cold and rather psychotic, but he only wishes for the best for Siebren.

Bringing up Sigma or the incident is a big no-no. Siebren will often times beg his questioner not to talk about his other half or the accident on the ISS. Should they continue to press him for information on Sigma or force him to detail the events on the ISS, Siebren will almost always spiral into a stress induced panic attack, and Sigma will surface.

Siebren has a very powerful aversion towards violence, preferring to try and settle things via words. Because of this, he calls on Sigma to perform any absolutely necessary violent acts; however, Siebren is also capable of violence if thoroughly provoked, simply not on the same level that Sigma is willing to perform.

Siebren stands at 8'1" while flatfooted on the ground. This is in part due to microgravity in space and the constant state of anti-gravity his body is in, preventing his spinal disks from compressing like they normally would. Because of his height, Siebren has a habit of ducking or bending down through doorways no matter the height of the door frame.

Siebren is rather muscular, specifically in his upper body, due to his time on the ISS. Though Siebren is not a conventional astronaut, he still had to go through the same conditioning programs on Earth and perform the same workouts on the station to prevent muscle atrophy and the like. Even without his gravitational abilities, Siebren is more than capable of performing heavy lifting because of this.

He actually requires reading glasses but otherwise his vision is near perfect. On the subject of reading, he prefers to read sci-fi or space themed fiction and non-fiction based in his field of study (astrophysics).

Siebren is actually learning the piano in an effort to express his unheard melody. Many people have asked just what exactly it sounds like and the Dutchman has always been at a loss for an explanation so he took to learning piano. He's making quite a bit of progress, but he still has a ways to go.

Siebren is very VERY touch starved. Having been deemed a danger to himself and others, he was denied any kind of physical contact in the government black site he was sent to before being retrieved by Talon. As such, should anyone even suggest physical contact with him they'll receive a very firm yes. He is aware that others have personal space and he doesn't want to be a bother though so he never actively asks for physical contact.

Sigmoira

Moira is actually the one who suggested retrieving Siebren. Upon hearing that one of the most renowned astrophysicists of their century was being kept on some military black site, she knew something was fishy. Why would they hold him there of all places? The only solutions were he knew something very important or something catastrophic had happened on the ISS. Moira and the entirety of Talon were in for quite a shock when they discovered just why Siebren was there.

Siebren and Moira's relationship starts in the labs. Having been cleared after his initial interview, Siebren is allowed into the labs and he and Moira begin to work in the same space. The two quickly discover how much they have in common and how intellectually equal they are. And so, a love was born.

Siebren finds some sort of comfort in the sound of Moira's voice. Moira was there throughout Siebren's many ordeals in Talon and as such she is associated with comfort and grounding for the Dutchman. Whenever Siebren would spiral into one of his raving episodes or panic attacks, Moira would be the first to come running. Even as the gravitational field surrounding the male would distort, Moira would oh so calmly approach and quell his raging sea of thoughts with just a few simple words.

Moira herself connects rather well with Siebren but Sigma taps into her immoral side. Perhaps it's the cold, calculating, near chaotic nature of the entity or that he is just as protective of Siebren as Moira is. Whatever it is, he and Moira get along quite well.

Both relate very highly to being viewed as monsters. Moira's work is deemed unethical and her own alterations to her body cause others to view her as a monster. Siebren's broken psyche and his volatile abilities coupled with his genius cause others to see him as simply a dangerous individual or a broken man ripe for manipulation.

One of several things the biologist and astrophysicist have in common is their fierce dedication and passion towards their work. Moira was willing to alter herself and Siebren was willing to put his own life at risk in the name of progress in their respective fields.

Saturdays have become dedicated star gazing nights. Siebren takes Moira outside of Rome's light pollution and into the forested areas outside the city where only the light of the stars and moon are visible. There Siebren and Moira will simply watch the sky while suspended in zero g's, watching the night sky. If Siebren's in a particularly chatty mood, he'll explain the stories behind the constellations and the names of the stars that make them up even though Moira has heard it all several times over by now (she doesn't mind though because it makes Siebren happy).

Moira is not one for physical affection but is willing to accept it if it's from Siebren. Moira is well aware of how touch starved Siebren is and doesn't even put up a fight when he asks to cuddle. If she was completely honest, the closeness and the affection were actually quite nice. She would be perfectly content simply laying back onto his strong chest, wrapped in his strong arms, listening to his every word if she was given the opportunity.

[Posted on 07/02/20]

Hello, hello! Stardust here to share a roleplay response I wrote yesterday for a Sigmoira roleplay I've been doing! For a little context, Moira is performing Siebren's initial interview, and she requests that he elaborate on the black hole incident. I was really really proud of how this reply turned out and thought I'd share it! If anyone's wondering, the reply is 4,779 characters and 859 words long. It was really fun to write and I hope you all find it entertaining!

Siebren's heart drops when she says she'd need him to elaborate about the black hole incident. He'd been hoping she wouldn't ask him to do this but alas. He nods as she speaks before taking a deep breath and sighing.

"Very well. Allow me to explain..."

Siebren then begins to recount the day when his life was forever changed...

— — —

That day two weeks into Siebren's team's stay on the International Space Station had begun just like any other. Everyone had been woken up at the crack of dawn to perform their chores, but today was special. The team's final goal on the ISS was to conduct a gravity experiment that could quite possibly change the course of human history, and today was the date of that experiment. The lead scientist, Dr. Siebren de Kuiper, had been awake far earlier than his colleagues so when they shambled into the cafeteria for coffee he simply chuckled.

"Well good morning, sleepy heads. Wonderful to see you all finally awake! We do know what day it is today, yes?"

One of his groggy companions groans and begins to think. She sighs.

"It's Monday, I think? Why?"

"No, no. I mean what the date is."

One of his other companions pipes up, still in his tired daze.

"It's the 20th."

Siebren sighs tiredly. Had they really forgotten the meaning of today? Had the history they were going to make on this very date slipped their minds?

"It's the day of our gravitic experiment! Today we'll be making history!"

Siebren spoke with such excitement and vitality but his colleagues don't seem to mirror it; they all tiredly get their coffee and shamble off to their chores. The Dutchman sighs before going off to begin the preparations for the experiment later that day.

— — —

At this point in his account, Siebren takes a moment and pauses. His hands were shaking, and he could hear his heart beating in his ears. He takes a slow, deep breath and exhales. He mutters for a moment.

"Hold it together. Hold it... together."

Having recollected himself, he continues his account of the events of that day.

— — —

It was now afternoon and all of the chores had been completed and preparations were done. It was now time for the gravitic experiment that served as the team's final goal. As Siebren slowly made his way through the many corridors that lead to the testing chamber, he quietly muttered to himself; he had been assuring himself since his first waking moment that this day was when he and his colleagues would go down in history. A sinking feeling sat in the Dutchman's chest that screamed that something was going to go wrong. He stops in front of the chamber designated for the experiment and takes a deep breath.

"Time to make history."

Siebren was in fact going to make history today simply not in the way he expected.

— — —

Siebren suddenly stops speaking for a moment. His hands were at either side of his head, his fingers pressing into his temples. His melody was growing in volume the longer he went on. He was trembling and his breathing had turned shallow and ragged. The tall male was in almost an upright fetal position with his head down, close to his body. At this point in the account, it would've been a good idea to stop him but before an objection can even be made, he draws one more ragged breath and continues to speak.

— — —

Everything was going as planned in the beginning. The experiment was playing out at a reasonable pace and nothing had gone awry just yet. Siebren sighs as all of this occurs; maybe that feeling from earlier was simply his nerves? Moments after the thought passes through his mind, everything changes. The field containing the experiment began to fail. The Dutchman desperately begins trying to figure out the cause. The brief formation of a black hole occurs just before he can do so, exposing him to its extreme power.

— — —

A scream tears out of the Dutchman's throat as the memory returns to him. In a matter of seconds, the room is sent into zero-g's. The table between the astrophysicist and the biologist and their chairs lift. The objects in the room drop right back to the ground. Quiet sobs leave the male before suddenly stopping. Siebren falls completely silent, unmoving. Had his quiet gasps for air not been audible, one could've assumed he'd stopped breathing all together.

All of a sudden, Moira is thrown back from her chair and pinned against the wall behind her by some unseen force. The Dutchman's very frightened and submissive posture shifts; slowly his hands move to rest on the table and his back straightens. The once confused expression that had been plastered over Siebren's face had turned to a cold, menacing one. He scoffs a bit and when he speaks it's quite obviously /not/ Siebren.

"I was certain my distrust of you was well placed and it seems you've confirmed my hypothesis..."

This. This was Subject Sigma.

[Reblogged on 07/02/22]

This is adorable wtf 🥺💙 The boyos

Winston: he’s not fit for battle in this condition. He’s neurotic to the point of being afraid of leaving his room and any mention of implementing his powers into battle send him spiralling-

76: that’s why I’m asking you winston. Please. Let me take him in as my ward. Let me give him the help I failed to give him when I was in charge…

Winston: …You blame yourself for Overwatch not saving him? But you didn’t even know about-

76: I did… and I fucking believed the government when they lied to my face and promised he’d be well taken care of… so please… let me look after him now…

Winston: *gently places his hand on his shoulder* so long as you promise you’ll ask for help too when you need it…

76: …I will…

*a few hours later*

Siebren: *shaking and looking over his shoulder repeatedly as he floats through the halls* wh-where are we going?? P-please don’t take me to the lab I don’t want to go back to the lab-

76: *holding his hand and so gently guiding him along like a balloon* it’s okay doc, we’re just moving you to a more comfortable accomodation. *stops in front of his apartment and punches in the code before leading him inside* your room is right next to mine, if you need anything at all come tell me and I’ll take care of it for you okay?

Siebren: *posture immediately relaxing at being in the homely and cozy space* o-okay.

76: everything’s gonna be okay now doc, I promise.

[Reblogged on 11/11/21]

Oh yeah we all know Sieb is ripped af :) Just consider astronaut training. Do you realize how physically fit they have to be to go into space and not come out noodles when they get back from it? Yeah, they gotta be fit as heck. Sieb is 100% built like the tank class he is and could totally give Rein a run for his money in an arm wrestling competition.

ALSO JUST SIEB'S REACTION ✋😭 OVERSIZED, SHY SPACE NERD

*talon base after securing Sigma from the facility he was kept in*

Akande: And you’re saying you can turn a feeble old man into a super weapon?

Moira: Not feeble at all, he thankfully didn’t lose too much strength due to muscle atrophy in there, in fact his regimen will be fairly normal for him!

Akande: *entering the room he’s being kept in now* Just the same I fail to see how a 62 year old can—

Sigma: *turns around slowly as he changes out of his prison jumpsuit to reveal all his ripped and toned glory* I-I’m sorry, I’m changing right now!

Akande: … *shuts the door*

Moira: … I think you said the word feeble—

Akande: GIVE ME HIS REGIMEN, SHARE WITH THE REST OF THE CLASS.

[Reblogged on 03/29/21]

No I'm not crying, there's just something in my eye 😭

*Winston’s lab in Gibraltar post-talon, following a scientific disagreement between Sigma and Winston*

Sigma: I’m telling you that my theories show every possibility of yielding a positive outcome!

Winston: And I’m telling you that we can’t run those kind of gravity experiments in the lab here!

Sigma: And just why not?! You have the equipment here to run it and—

Winston: IT’S A SAFETY HAZARD! What about you and the others around us?! This can’t be like the space station! Unleashing an experiment relating to a black hole down here could be even more catastrophic than it was up there for you! It’s being too ambitious—

Sigma: HAROLD I CAN MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS ABOUT MY AMBITIONS! NOW JUST... I...

Winston: ... Doctor?

Sigma: I *clears throat* Pardon me, I just... saw a parallel just now. Perhaps it was the glasses.

Winston: *removes his glasses briefly, slight chuckle* I suppose he debated you as well, didn’t he?

Sigma: *slow wave of grief* Yes, always a comparably fierce colleague, but perhaps an even stronger friend. He tried looking out for me in the time leading up to my prior incident. I’m reminded from time to time after leaving talon that I should’ve listened...

Winston: ... I think no matter what the outcome of that experiment was, he would continue to be astounded by you and your work. He’d just want what’s best for you now, same as me.

Sigma: I suppose, maybe a modified version of this project could be re-examined, wouldn’t you say? One that reduces the safety risk to a surrounding beings?

Winston: Are you using that phrasing to include the animal members here in Overwatch?

Sigma: I’m using it to include all of my friends...

[Posted on 08/03/20]

J u s t a N i b b l e

"We can't, we simply can't! Harming another person is wrong!"

"You've been starving us, Siebren. You understand that if we don't feed we die don't you?"

"Yes but..."

"Then there is no other choice. Feed or die."

This was the conversation Dr. Siebren de Kuiper's personal laboratory assistant, Y/N, was treated to as they stood there in the doctor's lab. Following an experiment-gone-wrong on the International Space Station a few years ago, de Kuiper had become a recluse and hid himself away in his lab, away from society. Y/N had discovered just why a few hours before; Siebren had dissociated quite a bit due to the trauma of his accident and developed a second personality to serve as his psyche's shield whom he called Sigma. The two frequently conversed like they were doing now.

Y/N was genuinely confused as to what they were talking about. "Feed"? Feed what? Or feed who? Y/N flinched when the male's blue eyes shift to them. It was Siebren who spoke first.

"I'm so sorry for all of this. I should've been totally honest when you first came to work here with me. Now you've discovered Sigma's existence."

He pauses before taking a deep breath and sighing.

"But there's one more thing I haven't told you."

Y/N's head tilts to the side out of curiosity. What else had he hidden? Y/N chuckles internally at the laundry list of possible (comedic) things it could be.

"I have a... condition. You see-"

Before he has a chance to finish, Sigma breaks in. Siebren's features quickly turn cold and sharp at the shift.

"We're what normal people call a vampire."

Y/N blinks in shock. Vampires were real? As soon as Siebren regains control, he seems genuinely worried by their reaction and reaches to take their arm in his chilly hand. Y/N doesn't move at all, not wanting to seem afraid. The poor Dutchman probably felt bad enough about withholding the information; he'd feel even worse if he scared them now.

"I understand if you want to leave with all this in mind. I won't stop you."

Y/N responds with a head shake. They weren't just going to leave. Sure their lab partner had a second personality and drank bloo- Then it dawned on Y/N... When did he drink blood? They saw him for most of the day so there's no way he had time to. Y/N is broken from their thoughts by a groan from the astrophysicist. He was holding the palm of his free hand to his forehead in reaction to what was likely a headache. When Siebren's expression shifts back to the cold one Sigma wore, Y/N's heart sunk. The male's other hand takes a hold of their other arm and holds them there.

"Siebren has been starving us for months, refusing to drink from not one person to protect the people around us. What he doesn't realize is that doing so is the equivalent of pushing an injured animal into a corner; it's going to attack eventually."

He pauses for a moment to allow Y/N to process the information. It all seemed very logical so there wasn't much confusion. He starts again.

"Are you aware of how torturous it is to be in such close quarters with a human? To hear their heart beat, pumping that crimson nectar across their brittle little form?"

His grip was beginning to hurt a bit as it tightened around their arms. The towering male slowly begins to lean forward and Y/N gets a flash of his glistening fangs. They knew exactly where this was going...

"I want just a nibble. Nothing else, I promise."

Y/N doesn't resist as fangs sink into their shoulder. No use was there? As their blood begins to flow out of their body, a light headed feeling quickly manifests; the world was spinning and blurring together. The tall male pulls away after a moment but the world continues to whirl like a carnival ride. The last thing Y/N sees before blacking out is Sigma's blood stained smirk...