LOST // GIRL

Independent Lena "Tracer" Oxton of Overwatch.

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ㅤㅤIT'S TIME TO SAVE THE WORLD

ㅤㅤㅤㅤIndependent ✴ Selective ✴ Headcanon-Based ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLena "Tracer" Oxton from Overwatch ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLoved by Spacy

A study in: optimism despite circumstances, happiness as a tool, tough conversations, heroism to a fault, perpetual life, peace in speed, defying the odds, love as an act of rebellion, fighting for what's right

Carrd

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@devilshowdy liked for a one-liner

"Bet my bike is faster than yours!"

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@daethviper liked for a one-liner

"How effective are poisons on a battlefield, really? Doesn't it take a minute for them to kick in?"

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@clawsextended liked for a one-liner

"I forgot to mention, I picked up some fancy Swiss chocolates last time I flew through there. They're in your fridge."

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like for a one liner !!

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Happy birfday Lena Oxton

[iobartach]

His luggage is heavy, an awkward if necessary extension of himself as he tries to negotiate a path through the train-station’s endless crowd. What possessions he still cherished were stuffed inside, along with a change of clothes and other, important items. It's enough to get him to a new destination and start over, in the same way that he had done for nearly a dozen times now, with the aim of avoiding detection.

And yet for all his hard work, someone in the know took all of a few minutes to single him out, word reaching his ears at the same time as he registers the touch of her hand, trying his best not to jump out of his skin from fright. "I-- ...Y-Yes." Figuring that he wasn't being given much of a choice, a shaking hand hastily adjusts his tie, then leans into the wind as he follows her lead, with few questions asked for now.

In some ways, he felt this was for the best, keeping quiet any bits of knowledge that would confirm his identify beyond all doubt until they reached a place where no unintended persons would overhear.

Either that, or as soon as he was locked inside the car, this stranger would drive him to the kind of place that will silence his voice forever. Not dead, but robbed of the chance to save the world he still adored. In all, anything was possible, when you had enough time to think and imagine the myriad of horrible ways in which his story might end.

It was far more easier to do this, than try and hope.

"Wait--" Feet slow on a flight of steps, free hand firmly gripping the railing next to him as he stares down at the woman waiting below.

"What guarantee do I have that you won't harm me? Or sell me out to some depraved monster?"

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It was to be expected, some hesitance. Paranoia kept him alive this long, why not a bit longer - unfortunately, their window was limited, and people were always watching. It would have been easier to get to the car, first, answer all the questions she's sure he had.

A gasp of annoyance slipped between the gaps in her teeth - they didn't have time for this. Overwatch had been careful in their messages, in her movements to get here, but the walls have ears and data leaks easily. But the longer they drag this out, the more likely they'd gain the attention of someone looking to kidnap them - or worse.

Lena turned on her heel, letting the hood slide back from her face and the sunglasses from her eyes. The pieces of her identity aligned easily, plastered across posters, cartoons, and ads from ten years past; in this case, Lena supposed that it was good she shared the same face that Tracer did all those years ago.

"Cheers, love - " Her face relaxed into the saying, dragging forth an air of ease utilized to calm civilians during the height of trouble. "Listen, I've worked with two of your soldiers, 24 and 76? Talon is after more. We can protect you from that. Sound good?

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Lena cryptically muttering something that could or may happen to your muse's but it never makes sense until it happens -

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›       TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS     

"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

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"Basically you roll to put the lift vector in the direction you want to go, and pull the stick back. You control pitch by altering the roll angle to increase or decrease the vertical component of the lift vector, and controls turn rate by the degree you're pulling. Easy peasy."

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Someone should kiss Lena mayhaps

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"You need to break the time loop. Stop trying to save me. I love you."

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dampener,,, on the accelerator,,, powerless,,, frighteningly mortal,,, like if u agree

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"Yup." Simply put, definitive and clear as he made his own visual inspection of the bike, and also Lena. He wanted to send her off PREPARED — not that he thought anything would happen, but...

if something did, for the first time since they met way back when, he wouldn't be there. Wouldn't be there to catch her, wouldn't be there to pick her back up and help dust her off — this bird was about to spread her wings once more, and once she gets a taste of that familiar sweetness of FREEDOM, Jesse knew he wouldn't be able to keep up anymore. Not with him like this.

So he did what he could now, pulling her leather jacket taut with her shoulders, making sure her helmet fit just right enough with a tap to the top, before circling back to the front of the bike, straddling the wheel and taking one last look over the girl.

" — 'till you need it anyway." he would eventually add with a shrug of his good shoulder.

She had her brake on, clutch already pulled — allowing the man to lean over the handlebar and flip the ignition, the bike immediately roaring to life. "'til then?" He leans in, closer to Lena so that she could not only hear him, but he could grab her gloved hand off the clutch — dropping it atop the rattling gas tank between them. "Listen t' her. Don't think 'bout all that crap you read in those books, she'll tell you what to do. You jus' gotta LISTEN." A finger prods at the front of her helmet on the last word to draw her attention back up to him a moment.

"An' keep your eyes on th'road, I know how you get. Jus' make sure,"

The sentence is caught in his throat, mouth suddenly gone dry. A moment passes by, where it's nothing but the rumbling engine filling the silence. Jesse's gaze remains locked with hers when he gives her helmet one last tap, a goodbye — a good luck before finally moving from in front of the bike, releasing the pilot to the open road before them. " — make sure you come back t'me, alright?"

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She could feel that age old tug, some leash coiled around her spine and dragged forth, into the unknown, following a path that wouldn't let her settle. For a long time, Lena believed her path to be among the stars, and she'd get back there, someday, but for now, the yawn of the open road wrapped around her and jerked her forward. Forward, and away from home, away from the ones she loved. Make sure you come back, then.

"I've been running engines since I could touch the pedals-" Lena protested, worry creasing into something mirthful and relaxed. Maybe so, but the balancing act that came with riding a bike was new, and she was a bit rusty. The warning was important. "When I get good on this thing, it'll be my turn to take you out. Pay you back for giving me my wings again, Jess'. And we're absolutely racin'."

The pre-flight checklist completed, Lena rested both of her hands on the gas tank, feeling it hum. She'll tell you what you to do. Her brown eyes locked onto his, an appreciative look of all the things she couldn't give a voice to conveyed in the action. Appreciation. Regret. Loss. Wonder.

As he stepped away, Lena took the opportunity, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back to hug him. The bike shook with the sudden weight distribution, but she settled with her legs as she around both arms around his thin waist and rested her head in his chest. There was a shuddering breath, pressing into the thing fabric of his shirt, before she slowly withdrew. Thank you, Jesse. I love you.

"I'll always come back for you." She promised out, eyes misty with unshed tears. The bike growled as it kicked into gear under a well practiced foot and she settled back into the seat. A moment ticked by as the setting sun beckoned her, something picturesque in the scene.

And then she was gone, a whoop lost to the wind as her frame grew smaller and smaller, before finally disappearing for good, swallowed by horizon.

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"Hey," He firms his voice, gentle, to the apology that trips and shambles from her throat, "None of that, now." Concern congregates itself on the knot between his brows. Her clammed expression is shunted and curtain-drawn, wrinkled tight. Cole lifts his gaze from it, traversing wood-boarded pub walls to the bartender who shifts his feet awkwardly, hands frozen on a drying rag flush against beer glass, brows draw-bridged up in worry. Straggling patrons who have begun to fill the seats begin to turn their heads, curiosity-bound, and Cole adjusts accordingly, swallows her smaller frame with the shade of broad shoulders. He looks back to her.

"You take your time," He murmurs, "But some fresh air might help. Backdoor ain't far." Always seat yourself where you can see everyone, keep your back covered, know your exits. Old habits rearing their bone-deep, rattling heads when they'd entered — and, now, old friends in this time of uninvited memories. With a jerking shrug of his shoulders, Cole shucks off his corduroy jacket and drapes it over Lena. Heavy weighted, sherpa-lined, dirty-maroon red and stained with the scent of stale cigars. It's not the familiar warm press of Chikadee, but he hazards Lena won't mind some extra cover. He taps against where the breast pocket would be. It thunks, crumpled cardboard blocky. "Cigarettes' in there with the lighter. Stars ain't supposed to be bad this time of the year."

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Sharp edges dominated the world, too bright, too shiny, too real and mundane, Lena and her memories dirty from overseas mud feeling dramatically out of place. She could feel the laser burn of observation, prying eyes looking for a good story, a tasty snack to satiate the buzz of hungry curiosity. A cool whiskey glass greeted her as her vision righted and aligned, moisture already burning a ring through the cheap napkin placed underneath it. Lena didn't remember ordering it, but she was grateful for the tart burn of low shelf booze scorching through her chest as it disappeared in a straight pull.

The bartender turned again, easy smiling growing into something more concerned, and Lena felt her ears ring in protest. His voice was lost to the dim, some shot-rocked tinnitus chasing another dramatic event; concerts, war, and a doppelganger dive bar bartender. Lena kept her eyes down, ignoring the concerned question, and tapped her glass on the table for a second round. If Cassidy ordered, she didn't hear it.

His jacket was heavy, she noted, smelled warm, like cigarettes and the residual heat of the sun. Lena let another memory in, inspired by the heat of the jacket, sunlight through blonde hair, a laugh chased on the breeze, swallowed by the hungry mouths of two fools in love. The curl of cigarette smoke of their final stick, passed back and forth until the filter glowed with their desperation, each pass a kiss in its own right. Something happy, coping mechanism, to steal away the ricochet of a bullet stealing her smiling friend away. There was more, arguments, makeup sex, the night Lena shipped out, but the flashback ended there, with the bar fuzzing back into focus again. The whisky met her there, double shot, no ice, something to burn away the ache, and Lena didn't hesitate to indulge in the sharp burn.

She rose upright from the hunched position, eyes avoiding the bartender and her shaking hands, as she turned back to Cassidy. "'m okay - want to finish my drink. Sit," Her voice cracked as she spoke. "He's the spitting image of this kid I had under. Same smile, same crows feet. He... didn't make it. Feels weird, seeing him out here. Like he's not ash in an urn somewhere." She sipped at her whiskey, slower this time, feeling warmer, troubles lost to the chill of the glass. "I just - I'm sorry. Didn't realize things would still creep back up like that, not now."

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@byanyan:

ㅤrapid, heaving breaths; wide, fearful eyes; white-knuckle grip on their iridescent switchblade. they aren't in the present right now. right now, they're fourteen again, and they're terrified. afraid for their life. no longer are they in lena's flat; now it's their foster home, a dark alley, that fucking bathroom — all of them but also only one of them, and the confusion of it all only adds to their terror. ㅤㅤ" no! "ㅤtheir shout is a bark, aggressive to distract from the way their hand, their entire body, trembles. they don't move, remaining frozen in place, but they hold their ground. their stance is ready, body prepared for fight before flight because they've been here before — been here so many times, and it always comes down to fight. even when they do run, the other catches up eventually. five minutes later, two days later, a week later— they never make it far enough away. there's never any escape, the same way there's never any help. this is inevitable. it's always going to happen. the only way to change the outcome is to fight back. 'you're scaring me.' the fucking audacity on him, predator calling prey out for frightening him when they finally stop running and instead show their teeth. ㅤㅤ" you— "ㅤa humourless laugh is forced out, quiet but cold. half-hysterical.ㅤ" you'd like that, wouldn't you? lot easier for you if i don't retaliate, right? " all the puffing up of their chest and brandishing around of their knife can't hide the way their voice shakes, but they can draw plenty of blood regardless of how they sound. of how they look. of how afraid they really are. wanting for all the world to simply curl up in a ball in the corner, hands over their ears and eyes shut tight the way they used to when they were younger, they know that doing so would be to accept all the pain. to accept death. perhaps worse.

ㅤㅤ" i won't let you do it again, d'y'hear me?! "ㅤvoice raises again, louder this time as they find themself no longer fueled by only fear now but by the white-hot anger of a cornered and tormented animal as well. eyes flash dangerously, teeth are bared, and their weapon raises— but they don't make the first move.ㅤ" i won't let you do that to me EVER AGAIN! "

"I'm not going to hurt you." Her voice was steady, steel, surprisingly calm despite the boil of fear and concern in her belly. Byan was taller than her, stronger too, maybe, capable of doing plenty of damage if they felt like it, let alone the added dump of adrenaline and PTSD that clearly stole their mind. She might win but it would be a bloody fight going down. Her brown eyes danced around, looking for an answer for the flash of pink-clad metal in his hand. Her own utility knife sat heavy in her pocket, a weight and contingency she wasn't ready to pull yet. There was the bathroom door that might slow them down, but then she's cornered and who knows when they might come out of this spell. Shit, running out of options. Lena backed up another step, trying to keep her gaze on Byan's face.

Her foot caught a side table, sending the small picture of them she has framed toppling to the ground, chased by the sound of tinkling glass. Byan and Lena grinning at their first art show now faced the ground, forgotten, amongst the broken shards. Lena glanced down for a half second before looking back up, and pressing both her palms out, into space.

"You're safe, Byan, you're at my flat. You're not trapped here, you can leave. It's okay. I love you. It's okay." Her shoulder blade caught the wall, and Lena let out a curse under her breath; she had allowed them to trap her anyway, leaving her pressed against a corner of the hall with no exit.

"I'm not going to fight you - hurt you. I won't." Lena banked on a bluff, the promise of violence lurking if they did make a move, if she did have to wrestle them back and try to knock the knife free. "You know me, Byan, it's Lena. Please don't do this."

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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

repost of a meme by moonpiehelps: mentions of panic attacks , vomiting , trauma , self harm , and distressing situations . Feel free to adjust as needed ! ♡ 

( 𝐑𝐔𝐁 ) ; one muse rubs the other’s back to comfort them while in a moment of distress.

( 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 ) ; one muse grabs a bucket for the other who’s about to throw up. 

( 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; our muses share a bed so the other doesn’t have to be alone. 

( 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calls the other a term of endearment to comfort them. 

( 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ) ; one muse holds the other close while they open up / cry.

( 𝐀𝐈𝐃 ) ; one muse runs to the others aid after they were violently hurt. 

( 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ) ; one muse calls sender late at night in tears and the other comes over to comfort them. 

( 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse reaches out to the other after they’ve withdrawn from everyone. 

( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 ) ; one muse discovers the other during a panic attack. 

( 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 ) ; one muse takes care of the other while they’re sick.

( 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse holds the other’s hand while they’re in pain or panicking. 

( 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 ) ; one muse offers to cuddle with the other to help them sleep.

( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄 ) ; one muse opens up to the other about a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse guides the other through a breathing technique.

( 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse comes to the other with an injury they’ve been trying to hide that’s beginning to worry them.

( 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ) ; one muse gently kisses the other while they’re crying.

( 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse helps the other into a bath/shower after a traumatic event. or they bathe together.

( 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 ) ; our muses instinctively grab each other while they’re scared.

( 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ) ; one muse gives the other a shoulder rub.

( 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ) ; one muse wipes blood off of the other.

( 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 ) ; one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep in tears.

( 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse has been missing and finally shows up, dirty and traumatized. the other helps clean them up and tries to get them to talk.

( 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse wakes up the other after having a horrific nightmare.

( 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 ) ; one muse makes the other a warm meal to make them feel better.

( 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse has been slowly deteriorating mentally/physically, the other takes it upon themselves to make sure they’re taken care of.

( 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse takes the other’s face ( cheeks , chin ) when trying to comfort them. 

( 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ) ; one muse lets the other stay over when their house gets too stressful.

( 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 ) ; one muse sits outside the door to comfort the other who won’t let them in.

( 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse stays over to make sure the other doesn’t hurt themselves.

( 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 ) ; one muse strokes the others hair.

( 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ) ; our muses sit together after a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse helps ground the other ( bonus if you specify how ) 

( 𝐈𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse holds an ice pack to the other’s injury.

( 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏 ) ; our muses cry and hold each other after a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) ; one muse strides up to the other and suddenly embraces them tightly after experiencing something distressing. 

( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calms the terrified other.

( 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘 ) ; one muse takes the other to a calm area where they feel more comfortable opening up.