sorry i've been quiet - just remade my tonks so i'm gonna be over on her for a few days. uwu.
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every time ana says ‘what happened to you, gabriel?’ in waiting rooms i die a little bit inside.
bonus. jack: i feel a lot better having you watch my back ana: we all need someone we can trust, jack
every time ana says ‘what happened to you, gabriel?’ in waiting rooms i die a little bit inside.
sorry gabe (overwatch fanart, photoshop)
got okayed to draw with my dominant hand again just in time to get super stressed out and binge a whole lotta overwatch fanart
listen, this is like 80% gabe’s fault for crashing in ana’s living room
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( ccmmand )
the commander did wonder sometimes what went on in her mind. for most people she was heard to read, drove them to make assumptions. ‘RUTHLESS’, he’d heard someone say in reference to her once. of course he didn’t believe it for a damn second. she was not heartless; she was efficient. ana knew what she was doing, and she did it well. whether she regretted it — that’s her own business, or so he’s always said to himself. gabriel huffs. he rubs his hands in slow circles across the planes of her back, willing her to calm and to find some peace.
he wonders why they don’t speak like this more.
those words chase a shiver down his spine, goosebumps raising on his skin. he silently prays she doesn’t notice. a boy, his or ours, but in his memory he is the boy and his is the bullet, his is the choice. and he chose. he chose, and that kid ( same age as his sister — — -) suffered for it. he suddenly feels DIRTY again despite all his own years of killing and killing and killing. the first wound remains the deepest, he supposes. the urge to run from this to go scrub and scrub at his flesh ‘til he feels clean of that age-old blood is a hard one to resist. gabriel realizes only too late how he’s tensed up, muscles going taut and stiff in reaction to her story. his thoughts have begun drifting into places he doesn’t exactly want to go. he pulls them back, nuzzles gently against his best friend’s hair. he’s here to comfort HER, not the other way around. he decides that he will not be selfish here. not with ana amari.
❛ i had to kill a kid once, too. it’s — ❜ the commander clears his throat, shakes his head. he considers briefly if he should spew some shit about the greater good if only to comfort her, but ultimately decides against it. she deserves honesty. ❛ that kind of thing sticks with you. i guess the best thing we can do is try and get this all over with - try and move past it, so we don’t have to kill nobody anymore. ❜
THE SENSATION of his hands, the circles that they carve into the rigid muscles of her back, is calming. She lets the FEEL of it soak in, breathes deeply, focuses -- there is an art of separation that she strives to master. She must be able to separate thought from feeling, mission from personal agency, ethics from duty. She cannot allow her heart to leak into her work - not in the field. And when she is off duty, she cannot allow her WORK to contaminate her heart, nor can she wallow in excuses of orders and mandates to alleviate her pain. She must endure, no, she must embrace the pain, because once she decides to FORSAKE it, she will no longer be a worthy protector. And PROTECTING her people - humanity - that is her purpose.
All these thoughts fly at a break-neck pace through her head, slamming into her skull until she has a pounding headache. Her words obviously had an effect on Gabriel - she can feel his body shift ... but he does not let go, and she appreciates that. With her cheek pressed against his chest, it is easy to discern the beating of his heart.
She admires him - to lead their team through an unprecedented & nigh unnavigable conflict, pulling the diverse group together under one banner ... it is IMPRESSIVE. He is impressive. And his support & his very presence are a balm. She knows that he understands, even before he responds. Long ago she recognized the same PAIN in his eyes after a battle hard won. It is the look of a warrior who knows the price of his skill.
Try and get this all over with - try and move past it. That is the GOAL, isn’t it? For the fighting to stop. For the lot of them to be out of a job. AH, HOW GLORIOUS that would be, she thinks. To have no reason to pick up that rifle. No reason to add another notch in memoriam. She sighs, her arms wiggling out from between them and snaking around his body. She holds him tightly. ‘I thought with such progress being made on the omnic fronts that we would be less necessary ---- the fact that humans are filling the gaps is ... disheartening. We have helped CREATE peace, now we must maintain it. That is harder, I think. Why can’t someone else do it?’
guys finding stuff for this board is giving me so much life. i should make a body ref / aesthetic / headcanon post soon m AN .
do you ever miss the way things used to be?
TO ANSWER SUCH A question she must weigh both sides of the coin ( THEN & NOW - PAST & PRESENT ) and determine which is heavier, which lighter. There is good and bad in any given moment, it is a part of how life balances itself out, but the sweetness fluctuates. And she cannot judge the way things used to be on a single memory. There is bitterness laced in later years that leaves her tongue coated in ash & dust. But that is not all there is.
She thinks on the CHARM of sparring sessions ending in laughter, of quiet moments with her daughter, of chess games that took hours & ones that took minutes, of talks late at night fueled by a mission gone bad or the surprise of a thunderstorm, the camaraderie & the trust she placed in every member of the team -- she thinks of how she would have DIED to keep them safe, how she would have given everything to protect them, how she loved them like her own blood.
She thinks of how it went wrong.
There are flashes of FIGHTS, shouting others down, words fueled by FIRE and rage thrown at once-called friends, the sting of betrayal, the ache of inactivity & being held in contempt & mistrust, the crack of a once solid foundation, the team breaking apart as if it had never been ... but she had left before then, hadn’t she? In a way, she had CEMENTED the inevitable.
If she could go back, she would CHANGE that decision, but who knows if she would be able to change everything? But, oh, those days of SUNSHINE might make up for the heartache.
‘Of course I do --------’ she murmurs, ‘but that does not change what happened, nor what is happening now. Pining after the past blinds us to the present.’
i keep jumping into my drafts to work on them & there’s only a couple but they’re aLL SO ANGSTY !!! wHY ! LET ANA BE HAPPY.
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❝ i play to win. ❞ ❝ this is my curse. ❞ ❝ wait for me! ❞ ❝ your mother would’ve been proud of you. ❞ ❝ let us hope for a different outcome. ❞ ❝ sorry it’s such a mess in here. i-i wasn’t expecting company. ❞ ❝ this is going to make you feel better. ❞ ❝ the true enemy of humanity is disorder. ❞ ❝ a steady blade balances the soul. ❞ ❝ this is just like old times. ❞ ❝ even here i feel an outcast. ❞ ❝ think you can do my job, do you… ❞ ❝ all eyes on me! ❞ ❝ ooh, this is my jam. ❞ ❝ got your aim from your mom, i see. ❞ ❝ i’ll feast on your soul. ❞ ❝ cheers, love! the cavalry’s here! ❞ ❝ our paths cross for now. as to the future, we shall see. ❞ ❝ we could’ve built an empire together. ❞ ❝ ah. just setting foot here sets my soul at ease. ❞ ❝ this time, stay down. ❞ ❝ can i get your autograph? ❞ ❝ why are you so angry? ❞ ❝ ever get that feeling of déjà vu? ❞ ❝ i am a different man now. i am whole. ❞ ❝ over my dead body. ❞ ❝ i’m on top of the world! ❞ ❝ i’m patched up. ❞ ❝ kids today with techno music. you should enjoy the classics, like hasselhoff. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? don’t you recognize me? ❞ ❝ aren’t you warm wearing all that? ❞ ❝ can’t stop, won’t stop. ❞ ❝ i’ll race ya! ❞ ❝ mock death at your own peril. ❞ ❝ this time, i will finish the job. ❞ ❝ death is an illusion. ❞ ❝ look at this team! we’re gonna do great. ❞ ❝ i am beyond redemption. ❞ ❝ it looks like we will be working together. ❞ ❝ you’ve rescued me again. ❞ ❝ i will not be defeated so easily. ❞ ❝ treasure? s-sure, i don’t know anything you’re talking about. ❞ ❝ so this is what has become of you? a pity.❞ ❝ you’re so amazing! you inspire me. ❞ ❝ i miss him greatly. ❞ ❝ there is nowhere to hide. ❞ ❝ whatcha’ lookin’ at? ❞ ❝ woo, nothing’s gonna stop me. ❞ ❝ that was your dream, not mine. ❞ ❝ what you call freedom is an illusion that causes more harm than good. ❞ ❝ hehe, there’s something on your dress.. ❞ ❝ you have been judged! ❞ ❝ i have the upper hand this time. ❞ ❝ traitor! ❞ ❝ you will never amount to anything! ❞ ❝ i’ve got my eye on you. ❞ ❝ lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞ ❝ the heart of a man still beats inside of me. ❞ ❝ stay out of trouble. ❞ ❝ step into my parlor said the spider to the fly. ❞ ❝ one shot, one kill. ❞ ❝ don’t think i’m happy about that. ❞ ❝ now this place? makes me wanna be an atheist. ❞ ❝ our world is worth fighting for. ❞ ❝ you haven’t aged a day. what’s your secret? ❞ ❝ ooooh, shiny! ❞ ❝ oh, did that sting? ❞ ❝ heroes never die. ❞ ❝ where does it hurt? ❞ ❝ you’re just a no-good bully. ❞ ❝ i’m a one-man apocalypse. ❞ ❝ you should look somewhere else. ❞ ❝ you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous? ❞ ❝ i learned that from my brother. ❞ ❝ i hope nobody saw that. ❞ ❝ on a scale of one to ten, how is your pain? ❞ ❝ i’m not a miracle worker. well… not always. ❞ ❝ this was once my home. no longer. ❞ ❝ sorry! sorry, i’m sorry. sorry. ❞ ❝ i remember being here. it was good for my tan. ❞ ❝ wish i’d practice my japanese more, konichiwa! ❞ ❝ you need a time out. ❞ ❝ you might not want to tell your friends about that. ❞ ❝ guess we know who’s really on top, don’t we? ❞ ❝ with every death, comes honor. with honor, redemption. ❞ ❝ a punishment for your crimes. ❞ ❝ i will be on my best behaviour. ❞ ❝ you think there’s something worth stealing in that temple? ❞ ❝ people should be free. ❞ ❝ you were never my equal. ❞ ❝ death walks among you. ❞ ❝ last i checked, i didn’t ask for your opinion. ❞ ❝ you can’t be serious. ❞ ❝ they’re back. ❞ ❝ armor? how positively primitive. ❞ ❝ now this is my kinda city, everyone’s free to live as they choose. ❞ ❝ you need a time out. ❞ ❝ die! die! die! ❞ ❝ to think i would have to work with a street ruffian. ❞ ❝ death comes. ❞ ❝ one of these days someone is gonna to put an end to you. ❞ ❝ that which doesn’t kill you…makes you stronger.. ❞ ❝ well. you sure take to this bad guy thing easily, don’t ya? ❞ ❝ aren’t you supposed to be dead? ❞ ❝ i’ll tell you my secret if you give me your coat. ❞ ❝ sleep. ❞ ❝ never liked you much. ❞ ❝ never leave a teammate behind. ❞ ❝ together we are strong. ❞ ❝ you won’t get rid of me that easily. ❞ ❝ i don’t even think children are afraid of you. ❞ ❝ i taught you everything you know. ❞ ❝ it’s hard to just sit around knowing there’s someone out there that needs to be blown up. ❞ ❝ i’ll put an end to your sad story. ❞ ❝ you havin’ trouble keeping up? ❞ ❝ i have destroyed more of your kind than i can count. ❞ ❝ it’s a perfect day for some mayhem. ❞ ❝ we’re all soldiers now. ❞ ❝ give me your best shot. ❞ ❝ you knew exactly what were you doing. ❞ ❝ knock me down, and i’ll keep getting back up. ❞ ❝ you always did have a high opinion of yourself. ❞ ❝ i’m not a young man anymore. ❞ ❝ still trying to play hero? ❞ ❝ i sometimes wonder if your height is why you’re always in such a bad mood. ❞ ❝ this is no place for children. ❞ ❝ the world could always use more heroes. ❞ ❝ looked in a mirror lately? ❞ ❝ Me one, bad guys zero. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna have to shoot you down. ❞ ❝ this old dog has learned a few tricks. ❞ ❝ another one off the list. ❞ ❝ i love your glasses, so cute! ❞ ❝ if at first you don’t succeed…blow it up again! ❞ ❝ that’s for my family back home! ❞ ❝ i’ve got you in my sights. ❞ ❝ i’m the one who does his job. i’m thinking… you’re the other one. ❞ ❝ you weren’t given those guns to toss them away like trash. ❞ ❝ i will protect the innocent. ❞
okay. but ovw oc. a member of a un oversight committee that’s dedicated to the team & sticks with them through it all & doesnt want them to disband but gets outvoted and after recall kinda acts as secret informer person idk guys but. ocs are important. i kinda wanna…. but i have too many blogs. rip.
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( godskinned )
GODLY REFORMATION , cataclysm curved a warning sign ( her claws ! ) , threatening / menacing ‘twards she of little death . YOU , she hisses , wolves teeth ground to a fine point ; it’s your fault . would be better if you had stayed dead . she wants to speak , to talk / expect an open ear , but it is only white noise that floods from opened maw . refusesacknowledgement& instead perceives arrogance & irritancy // doth she not know of whom she speaks to ? it is god that doth the talking , yet she finds herself tongue - tied , spoken word missing mark of time . you’re too late . you failed . ❛ depends – will it take long ? i don’t have all day . `
looks kill , so she’s heard . & if it were true , hers would cause the world to smolder ‘neath flames of a different colour . watch with baited breath as it grows / opens up / burns ‘gain . wishes to do it now – enstill a thought ‘pon white - breasted cardinal ; DIE , DIE , DIE . ❛ well ? spit it out already ! `
‘NO. IT WILL not take long ----’ she replies, a brow raised in skeptical amusement. To be so CONFIDENT in the face of defeat, such bravado, is impressive. Foolish. But a good strategy for one so small in stature. She shifts her weight to her other leg, projecting as much bravado as her counterpart. She is not AFRAID.
But then, when she thinks of the message she wishes to leave with the other woman, she can feel her throat grow dry and her tongue heavy. She is not afraid of the enemy but she is afraid of her words. How frustrating. But she swallows her FEAR and pushes forward. ‘I would like you to tell your COMMANDER that I wish to set up a meeting. Not on behalf of Overwatch. Just him & myself.’
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QUIETLY, GENTLY TAKES HIS HAND & BRUSHES HER FINGERS ACROSS THE SCAR RUNNING DOWN HIS FACE.
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THERE’S A QUESTION ON his lips, parted in a moment’s hesitation. Not a sound leaves them as he watches. Inquiry is replaced by speculation, the way her eyes peer up at his face with intent. Fingertips close around hers, the roughened callouses of scarred pads tracing over the softness of a gentle hand. Her hand rises up, until it’s out of his view.
He can feel it, faintly. The way she traces over it. Nerves have long since been heavily damaged, a scar deeper than many of those littering his body. Wide. Thick skin like leather, discolored by age and a wound long since healed over. Patched together some time ago, an event which even he struggles to remember. He knows it was messy. He knows the gore that was present, he remembers fractured moments of the frenzy that had overtaken him. The shock. And panic. He knows the wound left only enough remnants, in terms of muscle and bone, to allow him the slate of a cold glass eye, one he’s conservative to tell of ( for nothing more than it’s an unnecessary detail ).
That was his scar. The lot of it. The memory and physicality. A tragedy. A story he needn’t tell; one that didn’t flow with excitement in a looming tone, and didn’t have so happy of an ending ———— because it brought back a sense of dread. Remember when he almost lost everything ? Remember how that felt ? And within every storm there came an eye ( hah. ), and within that came a silver lining. Somewhere. The start of Overwatch. A new phase in his life.
But that didn’t make for an interesting story, did it ? Trying to remember anything aside from waking up in a hospital room and being told he would see his mother again. Being told he was a lucky man to be taken out of this war when that’s not what he wanted. Scrounging through pieces to try and make something that would catch the interest that the view itself did.
So he always made it up, time and time again. Even to Ana; but there was an understanding in that instance. He told her and she smiled right through him. She never asked, nor did she ever mention she didn’t believe him. He had kept the tale brief. She didn’t believe him, but he didn’t believe himself. It was easy with many, creating a whimsical tale from other events in his life ———— or carrying it into layers of fantasy for the comedy. Not with her, however. She would smile and amuse him, but she knew.
He never knew if it bothered him or not; he realizes, now, it doesn’t matter. As her delicate touch closes his parted lips, pulls a sigh through his nose. His lips curl into a soft grin ———— she never cared about the tale. She only sympathized, even through the facade.
In response, his grasp closes around the gentle hand which rest on his; with a slight lean, he presses a kiss to her knuckles.
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( oberarzt )
❝ ana, ❝ the blonde began, approaching the other with a soft hum accompanying the words she uttered, fingers curled around a cup filled with tea, one she soon offered with a gentle smile. ❝ i thought you would like a cup ? ❝
THE DULCET TONES of Angela Ziegler sound in her ear and she turns her gaze from the chessboard before her to find the woman offering her a CUP. Ana has always found the doctor’s presence comforting. The younger woman is ... CALMING. She smiles gratefully and accepts the tea with a nod and a ‘Thank you, Angela.’
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( pistolslang )
❛ one or a hundredit’s all the same, they’ll drop, like dead FLIES. ❜ forming drawl walks twilight, between patience and restlessness, he both loathed and loved surprise in equal measure. experience and skill was not up to par against most high ranking bodies ( his commanders for instance ) but this did not mean he was completely helpless. few tricks he’s picked up over the years would come in handy.
ears sharpen as focus nears the EXTREMES, practiced youth edges closer without hesitance, he had all the backup he needed, ❛ i’ll draw’em out. ❜
‘BE CAREFUL,’ she warns - too young to die, she thinks, but that is the way with the YOUNG, they are foolish & reckless & ... she bites her lip, preventing a sigh from breaking through. She had been all those things, too - she still is, in some ways. Thought she does not feel young any longer. She readjusts her grip upon her rifle, and once again it acts as an extension of her body & soul. She is ready.
‘Do not do anything stupid, McCree. I want this mission to have no incidents other than the ones we have planned for,’ she breathes quietly into the comm, her attention still riveted to the half-seen alleyway below. She should have found a better nest, but this was SHORT NOTICE. She realizes her tone might have been harsh, so she attempts to lighten the mood. ‘No unplanned incidents, such as death, means less PAPERWORK I must do upon our return. Do me this kind service, please.’