[Reblogged On 11/11/21]

[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.

[Posted on 07/02/22]

Talon was an organization with many people partaking in it and just as every shady organization needed some council of baddies, they also needed a daycare. Much of the Talon strike team had already been banned from partaking, mostly because many of them could scare the kids; I'm looking at you Gabriel. But as with all things that require a softer touch, Siebren seemed the most effective fit for shifts in the daycare. Now granted it probably wasn't initially the best idea to place a highly volatile gravity manipulating Dutchman in a room full of preschoolers but hey it worked out in the end! Siebren was always very gentle with the kids, and they allowed him to reconnect with his child-like wonder and express the gentle nature that still welled in his heart. He always dressed very nicely, wearing a sweater and some jeans and an apron; shoes were still a no-go, but the kids didn’t mind either way.

It was just about nap time then, Sieb placing all the kiddos down for their nappy naps (by hand mind you). The far larger Dutchman offered the soothing hums of old Dutch lullabies he was sung as a child as the children around him drifted to sleep, silvery blue eyes watching the small shapes with both clear softness and fascination. Just as he was laying the last child to bed, a rumble wracked the facility and the only television in the colorful, toy filled room flashed on. A breaking news bulletin flashed across the screen and the astrophysicist’s heart sunk. “End of the world”? “Global catastrophe”? He slowly placed the child in his hands on their lil sleeping mat and leaned out of the door to the daycare. No one in sight... Where.. was everyone? Suddenly a deep panic took grip in the man’s heart. If this was the end then... what about the children? Siebren felt his thoughts slip, his mind starting to spiral into one of his panic attacks when his eyes fell onto those little shapes; without any further thought, he found the strength to steel himself. These... little beings had taken his heart and now it was his job, no his duty, to protect these children. He knew what he neeed to do.

The tall Dutchman held out his hands and very tentatively begins to warp the gravitational pull on the room. The small children, still wrapped in their little blankets and clinging to their pillows, being lifted from their little sleeping spots and drawn towards him. There were only eleven or so kids and shockingly enough the Dutchman manages to get all the tykes in his long arms. With the tykes all secured, Siebren hurries down to a panic bunker tucked under the Talon facility in case of emergency.. to find that all of his coworkers were here! A wave of relief fell over the tall astrophysicist seeing the menagerie of familiar faces. He continued to cradle the smaller bodies to himself as he floated into the room, some of the children shifting in their sleep. They were safe now at least... Now, it was only a matter of time. Perhaps this wasn't the end after all..?

You’re a daycare worker, watching over toddlers, when the imminent end of the world is announced. It becomes increasingly clear none of the kids’ parents are going to show up as the end inches nearer.

[Reblogged on 07/26/20]

Been a while since I posted this, heh. I thought I'd drop by and thank everyone who's shown my content some love, followed me, and sent in asks! It really makes my day knowing that people enjoy my content and want to see more! ^^ I'm not here for just that though; I'd also like to give an update on my ask box! I'm now accepting writing and roleplay requests! Don't worry, I'm still accepting the asks I normally do for headcanons and whatnot; this is just me broadening the range of asks I'm accepting! Once again, I'd like to thank you all for the love and taking the time to read this. I hope you all have a lovely day / night!

[Posted on 07/06/20]

Hey psst. Hey you. I have something I wanna tell you, come here...

Yes, my Ask Box is open! If you'd like to perhaps drop me an Ask, I'd be happy to answer them! And if you can't drop me an ask, I'd really appreciate you reblogging this post so this can get around and maybe someone else can drop me one? Of course, you don't have to; it's just a suggestion! Anyway, I appreciate your time and I hope you have a lovely day / night!

[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.

Sigma's thoughts on toe socks?

[Answered on 07/02/22]

"Toe.. socks? Well ah.. I would say that they are even more uncomfortable to wear than normal socks... They still cover the feet and prevent me from feeling the ground beneath me and what's even worse is that they now wedge fabric between the toes and.. ick.. Just know, that in my opinion they are most definitely a scientific mishap.."

I know this post is formatted a little differently than normal but hey I wanted to try answering an ask in character! In any case, apologies this is so late Anon and here's hoping you enjoyed my answer!

I’d love to do something- not sure about the plot yet, but i love angela contending with scientists of different ethics

[Answered on 11/12/20]

First of all, hello 🥺. I didn't expect to get an ask from you. I love your blog! I'm really sorry for leaving over a year between your ask and my actual answer; I've been doing college stuffs! Second, I would love to do something with you! If you ever get the urge to do some stuff with Angela and the local Dutchman! Thank you so much for the ask!