an eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind

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acceptedmyself:

He didn’t voice any reaction to his Master’s musings right away, guessing he wasn’t expecting any, unless he intended to amuse himself of making him point out the blood he was speaking of could only be metaphorical.

The only reaction he deemed appropriate was taking ahold of Zenyatta’s hand and bow his head down.

“The feeling is mutual.“ A dash of honestly the demon would only save for that one person. The Omnic seemed about the only person for whom he could feel more than anger and melancholy.

The mask’s face turned up into a smile once more as his hand was taken -- it was a gentle action, the touch baring little to no strength as the Oni -- his Genji -- bowed his head. Perhaps he’d even slowly remove his mask with his free hand, letting the kitsune’s visage clatter to the ground before he brought his hand to Genji’s, squeezing it delicately.

Only with Genji would he ever think to show this side of himself.

“There is no need for this, my student. Look me in the eyes when you address me.” With his own words came one hand moving to the Oni’s chin to lift his face, two slanted eyes meeting the mask’s eye sockets in a moment of silence.

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thexdragonxbecomesxme:

Genji swallowed thickly, oh yeah…he knew that voice. It made something in him clench tight and shudder. His failure. He…he let this happen. 

“Come out,” he said softly, making sure to keep his back to the wall, “this does not have to end in violence, Zenyatta….” God, even the name sounded mournful on his lips. 

He did come out, showed himself to his pupil -- oh, how it was good to see Genji still alive. A surge of pride welled up inside of him, but other than that, he was mostly emotionless as usual. There wasn’t much he could feel anyways, amusement and boredom were one of the only things he was allowed to feel after his reconditioning.

“Perhaps it does not. But if you do not stop me, Genji... Nobody will.”

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cxplcsivc:

     Omnics just got weirder and weirder, didn’t they? With each one he laid his eyes on, it felt harder to distinguish them between humans, and the thought they could one day look entirely like him or anyone else was enough to send a disgusted shudder down his spine and a snarl ripping itself from his throat. Murderous, heartless bastards they all were (not that he was any better), and how fucking dare they set foot on the land they ruined – even if it was unknowingly not their fault, the blame was far too ingrained in the junker’s head to be reversed now.

     “Piece’a fuckin’ junk,” he spits, voice raised to catch the other’s attention, “oughta do ya a favor ‘nd disassemble ya fer scrap.” Indeed, his weapon was already drawn, the cap of his launcher flapping ever-so-slightly with the energy of his constant twitching.      “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow ya up where ya stand.”

Technically it should not have been a surprise to the ex-monk; anti-omnics were everywhere, junkers like the man in front of him were especially known for their hatred for ‘scrapheaps’ like himself. It was still funny, however, funny and fun.

A roll of jointed shoulders and an abrupt laugh at the words the other spat his way, the kitsune’s visage turning to the side to stare at the filthy rat not too far away from him. What an interesting man -- not really. Vendetta was already starting to get bored, truthfully, it didn’t change much, however.

“Perhaps suggesting you refrain from throwing something that will most likely end up being reflected back your way would be sufficient? Ever heard of karma, little rat?” Another chuckle, the cloaked omnic twirling around a little, before coming to a stop with his back to the junker.

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you... Is that how it goes?” A tilt of his head, form on side to the other, until he stilled. “Ah, that’s not how the world is unfortunately.”

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“I'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional.”

@chronalegacy​ ❤’d

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thexdragonxbecomesxme:

Genji paused at the sound of that voice, twisting his head to look for the source of it. 

“Who’s there?” he called, reaching for his wakizashi slowly. 

Zenyatta Vendetta giggled, something low and ominous with a touch of sadness, perhaps. The sound in itself was robotic, hinting at the Omnic’s roots.

“Don’t you recognize your master’s voice, Genji?” He inquired from his place in the shadows, purple orbs of discord floating around him almost deviously.

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“I've busted bones, broken stones, looked the devil in the eye.”

@solitcire ❤’d

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eyy alright let’s do this, just slam that like button if you’d like a small lyric-based starter!

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“I've seen those eyes before I can tell you want to play”

@thexdragonxbecomesxme ❤’d

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“You’re the fire and the flood, I’ll always feel you in my blood.

@acceptedmyself ❤’d

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heridesagain:

Oh, now he’d done it. There was no reason to hold his rage back any longer. Taking advantage of the Omnic being turned back to him, his arm shot out, his reflexes quite impressive for his weight and size. He aimed for the neck, as usual. Just one squeeze to end the damn machine’s existence… yes, he liked that thought. 

As expected, the pig was quick and easy to anger. But Vendetta was not one to be caught so easily. Rather than letting his neck get grabbed, he twirled around again and narrowly avoided the other’s large hand before he jumped back a few more steps and got a bit more distance between the both of them. The smile on the Omnic’s mask was gone, as if to mirror the sudden seriousness of the situation.

“Surely you can do better to someone who’s turned their back to you?”

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heridesagain:

“You gotta earn that, tin box.“ He did not like that Omnic’s attitude. Not one bit. Especially, he didn’t appreciate people laughing at him - whether humans or Omnics. Everyone who was stupid - or bold - enough to make this mistake would experience the consequences of their actions soon enough.

Another giggle left him and he tilted his head from side to side. He lowered his hands from his mask’s mouth, inclining his head to the side again; curiosity leaking out of his very being. “I merely said I appreciated it, swine.” With the last words he jumped back a few steps and twirled around so his back was facing the junker.

“That makes two of us, however.”

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heridesagain:

“That’s because-“

“The world’s going to hell.“ And you soon will join, should you not be careful, robot. There was little Roadhog hated more than Omnics.

There was robotic laughter that escaped the omnic, head tilting to the side as the masked individual observed the much taller -- and larger -- man. Vendetta let a single orb float over to his hand to play with as he averted his gaze from the other, humming along to an inaudible tune from an unknown song.

“The world might go to hell, yes. I do not doubt that for a second. I would appreciate less hostility, however, pig.”

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#(balls in the face and a complimentary stabbing? sounds like my kinda guy)#(also i realize that sounds weird im so sorry)

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“Can’t run away from what’s been said and done.”

@firstdrawn​ ❤’d

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“Dark hearts don’t break, they bruise.”

@mekarekt​ ❤’d

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“Sometimes fear can leave you blind.”

@underneaththenightsdisguise ❤’d

[intense-suggestion]

My mind keeps spinning, exloding, scintillating, shaking, sinking, quaking, stretching, soaring, dancing, exploring, falling, calling, and I keep losing myself in it, never wanting to resurface ever again.