Cheers, love!

"Always strive to better the world, and if you can't act, or fight, do the best you can to make it a better place!" [Indie Tracer] [Penned by Gaz]

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{{yOWZA it’s been 5 months since i’ve logged back in here, oh gosh... Sorry Guys! I’ve recently just jumped back into the OVW Fandom so i’ll revive this blog in a bit!}}

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[[Slight PSA]]

[[For the sake of shipping on this blog there will be two main verses, one where Tracer IS dating Emily, and one that’s an AU where she is NOT. That way i can ship with other people who wish to, and any Emily’s who want to!]]

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about me.

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name:  Gaz nickname:  Yeager gender:  Agender pronouns:  He/They   zodiac:  Taurus birthday:  May 15th sexuality:  Demi/Ace country:  Australia religion:  Agnostic/Pagan hogwarts house:  Ravenclaw MBTI:   Istp

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The hacker quietly stepped to the side as the Brit emerged, studying the agent intently. She had her more or less in the palm of her hand so long as she remained in the facility-and Sombra had no intention of allowing Lena to leave easily.

No, what the Latina contemplated was not so much the threat the agent posed, but what would cause the most dramatic flare of an entrance. Perhaps such issues were a flaw in Sombra’s process to capture Tracer, but given that she technically didn’t have a reason to actually harm her-merely swipe the data Lena had gathered, such an intimidation tactic might be more called for.

Bracing her hand against the nearby wall, she mentally tapped into the security system that remained semi functional. Due to most of the wiring being shorted and frayed from lack of maintenance, most of the automated security such as turrets were offline. But one tool remained active-that being the emergency security doors meant to seal off corridors in case of toxic leaks or in this case, prevent a wandering intruder.

With an almost silent snap of her fingers, Sombra sealed off the hallway in half, the rusty door slamming down before the younger woman barely a meter away from where she was messing with her map data.

Chuckling wryly, the hacker disabled her cloak and revealed herself with a confident smirk. “Hola amiga, you look a little lost…”

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The door’s heavy slam startles the woman, nearly dropping the map from the jump that ran through her spine. It was sudden, loud, and it took her a moment to register exactly what had just happened...as a voice, familiar in its teasing, spoke mere meters away.

Sombra.

She’d recognize that voice anywhere, mostly through the grilling she’d received about the stolen trans-locator technology that had gone missing a while ago, and how freaked out Winston had been. It wasn’t her fault, no, but as someone who relied so heavily on the technology, she felt some sort of responsibility over it.

Of course, there was nothing she could do about that right now, fingers clutching the data map securely as she glares firmly at the other woman.... Who knew the infamous Tracer could hold such venom.

“Don’t suppose that door has anything to do with you, now does it?”

Lena’s eyes never leave Sombra’s, she’s been taught never to leave herself unguarded around Talon agents, especially ones with the ability to slip through everyone’s fingers.

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f-udoshin:

    Done nothing? If Hanzo had heard that, he would have snarled.

    Hanzo clenches his teeth when the agent further presses him for answers. While there were many things - truly, many - Hanzo loathed, being questioned was one of them. Whether it be his motives, decisions, or opinions, it rubs him the wrong way. The archer definitely misses the aspect of his childhood where being a part of the head of the family meant his word was law. No one questioned you when you were in a position of power.

    Now, he was a nobody. He would prefer to keep it that way with Tracer, even if it meant that she would press him all she wished unless he did something to assuage her.

    “ Would you not be annoyed if someone approached you suddenly and interrogated you? ” A harsh word, but Hanzo hopes it will sway the woman into leaving him be. He shifts away from her further, metal soles scraping lightly against the pavement with the movement.

“Interrogated-? I guess i came off too harsh, huh?”

Interrogation was not her intent, blowing a wisp of hair from her face, Lena gives the man an apologetic smile, still chipper as ever.

It was as if nothing could stop that positive attitude of hers, for others it must be annoying.

“I’ve never been glared at like that before, i suppose i’m just not used to it!”

Rubber soled shoes grip the ground tightly as she twists to catch the others shift away, and Lena feels a drop in her stomach at the prospect that she had upset a total stranger, for no valid reason.

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[Hi i’m here, sorry for the absence, got caught up with life! I’ll get to my long replies now!]

[jellieem]

more WIP 🙃

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❛ you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous. ❜

Excitement dances on her lips like liquor in a dry heat, intoxicating and addictive. It’s a game they play, back and forth. Widowmaker is the bad guy, the villain, and Tracer is the hero. 

A beautiful dance of gunfire and lightening blue decorates rooftops every time they clash.

Lena is fast, much faster than the other woman, and she uses this to her advantage, dashing about in uneven patterns, making it hard to hit that bullet into her chest.

Its repetitive, the outcome is always the same. Just when things are looking grim….Or right when she’s about to win, the Spider slips away, leaving Lena with a sour taste in her mouth and adrenaline dying in her veins.

However, this time….This time is different. They move to a rhythm all of their own but Widowmaker stops- Stops to speak, those words drilling hard into the young woman’s head.

❛ You are losing my interest and that is very dangerous. ❜

Skidding across the rooftop, Lena holds her gun fire, shielded eyes staring at the woman as if she had just insulted her. This game was nearing an end, it seemed, and the woman wasn’t sure she quite wanted it to stop.

Stopping would mean no more excitement, no more rush- Something she had become addicted to so easily since that night… Her words dry in her throat, but she speaks anyways.

“I’m not here for interests sake, i’m here to stop you from causing any harm!”

Maybe if she keeps telling herself that, she’ll start to believe it.

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various starters

❛  you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep.  ❜

❛  hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice.  ❜

❛  never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive.  ❜

❛  death is the only god that comes when you call.  ❜

❛  I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me.  ❜

❛  the sun will rise and we will try again.  ❜

❛  we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes.  ❜

❛  I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating.  ❜

❛  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ❜

❛  she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword.  ❜

❛  don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying.  ❜

❛  she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening.  ❜

❛  magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is.  ❜

❛  I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.  ❜

❛  they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws.  ❜

❛  all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.  ❜

❛  what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself.  ❜

❛  how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.  ❜

❛  you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.  ❜

❛  I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire.  ❜

❛  you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now.  ❜

❛  you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous.  ❜

❛  she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin.  ❜

❛  it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave.  ❜

❛  she looks like divine absolution.  ❜

❛  I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget.  ❜

❛  be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten.  ❜

❛  you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself.  ❜

❛  I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for.  ❜

❛  never run back to what broke you.  ❜

❛  I was quite, but not blind.  ❜

❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜

❛  we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.  ❜

❛  do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  ❜

❛  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut.  ❜

❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜

❛  you can’t save people, you can only love them.  ❜

❛  I came, I saw, I made it awkward.  ❜

❛  we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like.  ❜

❛  you’re always one decision away from a different life.  ❜

❛  my brain has too many tabs open.  ❜

❛  I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people.  ❜

❛  there’s no ‘we’ in fries.  ❜

❛  apology accepted, trust denied.  ❜

❛  death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.  ❜

❛  life happens. coffee helps.  ❜

❛  I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.  ❜

❛  I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.  ❜

❛  very early in my life it was already too late.  ❜

❛  is that a threat or are you flirting with me.  ❜

❛  was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives?  ❜

❛  I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.  ❜

❛  I do bad things, and I do them very well.  ❜

❛  you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted.  ❜

❛  they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you.  ❜

❛  drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart.  ❜

❛  good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught.  ❜

❛  a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart.  ❜

❛  no airbag, we die like men.  ❜

❛  true evil is, above all, seductive.  ❜

❛  it takes more courage to suffer than to die.  ❜

❛  you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once.  ❜

❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜

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Talon had its uses, that much the Latina could not deny. Having more than enough money than they knew what to do with, coupled with a mostly corrupt and easy to influence board of directors-aside from Maximilian anyways-meant that the hacker was more or less set for life. Even considering her rather expensive life style.

Of course even when using the organization as a means to an end for the sake her greater goals, she had to give into at least some of their demands and operate at their beck and call on occasion. And while Sombra could except that much, it felt more than a little degrading for her to be reduced to meager tech support at times.

Currently she had been assigned to setting up an underground server room beneath an otherwise obsolete and abandoned factory that Talon owned through a proxy or two. She had been up to her arms in cables for hours sorting and salvaging through what was a veritable rats nest of wires and broken equipment degraded overtime due to lack of maintenance. It only went to show that no matter how trivial the job was and even with the resources and devoted staff for maintenance being a drop in the bucket for them, big corporations would always cut corners. In her opinion, what Talon had done to the computers in that room for years was the most “terrorist worthy” action they had taken in a long time.

Regardless she had finally finished her aggravating nine to five emulation and was shuffling her way back to the exit when she heard it. The sound of someone else moving around the building-something that should not be happening given that Sombra was the only one allowed down there at the moment. Her curiosity peaked, she made her way over to the room where the noise had occurred. Standing before the rusted locker-the only place anyone could conceivably hide, she waved her hand before her face and cloaked her presence from sight.

She didn’t mind playing a little waiting game for awhile…

Luck seemed to be on her side, expression shifting to that of relief when she came out to nothing but an empty hallway....Desolate and bare of any one- Which only meant she needed to act fast, and get out of there before they came back.

However the feeling of dread that weighed heavy on her mind never ceased, even as she emerged from the storage locker, stretching her back and feeling the satisfying pop that came with being cramped up inside in a panic.

Lena looks around quickly, covered eyes darting from one side of the hallway to the other, checking to see if there was any sign that the person she has so quickly hidden from would return, and finding none...That she could see, she turns her back to the left side, and starts to mess with the device that held her digital map.

Prioritizing the exit was her best bet, and digitally mapping her path back was needed....Since her memory wasn’t the best, and well hey! The map was going to be used anyways, so why not by her!

She’s so caught up in her work, however, that she barely notices her surroundings...

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siixshots:

“She’s real special. Got a lotta memories with ol’ Annie.”

“Gotta admit love, that’s a little weird.”

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siixshots:

“Insult’n Annie is walk’n on thin ice, honey. Good job catch’n yerself.”

“Your hat has a name?”

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siixshots:

“…Was that compliment supposed ta be an insult, honey?”

“What, would you rather i told you something else? Like how your get up looks out of fashion, and your hat is stu-... Actually, your hat is pretty cool.”

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‘Cheers luv!!!!!! Tha cavalry’s ear!!!’ // @cavalrycall

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“Do i really sound like that?!”

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y'aint

Puts on her best McCree impression.

“Y’aint."

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@cavalrycall liked for a starter! Sorry this took so long!

“How tha hell are you callin’ this suit-y kid’s toy a BOMB?      It ain’t got no gunpowda or explosives or anythin’!    Christ, suits out ta ruin everythin’ with their fancy tech ain’t they? ”

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“Just because it doesn’t look dangerous, doesn’t mean it isn’t, love! Some of the biggest advancements in technology we have nowdays don’t look traditional anymore!”