CHEERS, LOVE!

ind. tracer! written by jordy.

[busymatches]

Ghost

tracers backstory always makes me sad, like what would it even feel like 

[vlkrn]

                                                  –OVERWATCH WAS A MISTAKE.                                                  independent. selective. slow activity.

[vlkrn]

@dyschronal / @mimicic and i have/had a thread where they were drinking and doing 2 truths and a lie  and i was wandering around ilios in skirmish with a friend and noticed this and then had to do this…

[crimsonsrite]

[caducevsarchive-deactivated2019]

     Closer, and closer, and – just before their noses touch, she shifts to the side, keeps going. Her lips hover at Tracer’s ear. A puff of wine-flavoured air worries Lena’s hair. To keep balanced, she puts a hand on a bouncing knee. Closer still, and…

     Matter-of-fact, and entirely too satisfied: “The Queen is the current female monarch of England.”

[dyschronal-blog]

Angela’s hand on her knee and her breath on her face--if it were any other moment, Lena’s cheeks would be as red as their wine right now. But this is not that moment. That moment is a hangover away; in her bed, remembering, eyes squinting in a world that is too bloody bright (from the alcohol? or her lips, her hand, her voice, her breath?). In this moment, now, she is too excited about the Queen to notice anything else.

Angela tells her ‘truth’.

Lena falls back--shoving Angela’s shoulder, then arms flailing up--defeated.

          “Oooh. You’re a wicked one, Angela! You had me fooled.           I really thought you had something there.”

The anticlimax washes over and Lena remembers the game.

          “And don’t think that cuts it for you! You owe me a truth.           About you this time.”

[dyschronal-blog]

430 TRACER RP ICONS! please no editing or claiming as your own. like or reblog if using!

[lenaoxtonarchive]

Huh?

[etchedstorylines-blog]

( angst starter sentences. )

“Are you going to leave me again?”

“Be quiet!” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Don’t pretend that you cared about me.”

“Don’t you love me anymore?” 

“Foolish.”

“Forgive me, please.”

“Get out of my face.“ 

“Go away.” 

“How could I believe someone like you?” 

“How could you do this to me?”

“How was I supposed to know?” 

“Leave me alone already.” 

“I can’t let you go, not when you’re like this.” 

“I can’t trust you.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I haven’t been resting. I can’t sleep.“ 

“I just wanted to help you.” 

“I needed you and you weren’t there.”

“I said I was sorry.” 

"I thought we were friends." 

“I’m a nobody.” 

“It’s too late now.” 

“It was hard for me to say goodbye.”

“Maybe, I don’t need your help.”

"Please don’t go." 

“Please, stop it already.” 

“Stop lying.” 

“Stop pretending.”

“Stop trying to fix something that can’t be fixed.”

“Wasn’t I worth a goodbye?”

“We need to talk.”

“What more do you want from me?” 

“You don’t care anymore, huh?” 

“You liar!”

“You’re hurting me.”

[caducevsarchive-deactivated2019]

   “Okay.” She takes a breath through her nose, shakes out her shoulders, as if to prepare for a deep, dark secret. “I frequently order chocolates from Switzerland. Yellow is my favourite colour. And–”

      Her voice dips low. She leans closer, just a tad, blue eyes glittering with solemnity. “The Queen…?”

      A slender finger creeps out from around her wine glass and curls towards her, beckoning.

[dyschronal-blog]

She leans in--her attention skimming straight over the two statements--her jaw drops slightly, her knees bounce, barely able to contain her excitement.

          “C’mon! Out with it, then!”

[caducevsarchive-deactivated2019]

     “Well, I thought–” With a smile, a flush tips her nose and her ears, aided by the drink in her glass. “I could tell you a truth about yourself, for example, and it would still be a truth.  –Would you like a truth about the Queen?”

[dyschronal-blog]

Lena looks at her--wide eyes pinging across her face like a pinball machine (eyes, mouth, eyebrows, eyes again)--trying to see if she’s serious. Curiosity’s got the best of her (it always had, has, will have).

          “Why? Do ya have one?”

[wnq-writers]

She moves like she’s not bound by space and time. She can be anywhere she wants, anytime she wants. It’s kinda scary at times, but it’s what her makes all the more ethereal.

Malcolm Moon (via wnq-writers)

[sunnjays-deactivated20250102]

just married

[espressobuns]

“By the time Overwatch found me, I was little more than a ghost. The doctors called my condition chronal dissociation. I faded in and out of existence, disappearing for hours and days at a time. And even when I was there I couldn’t touch anything.”  

[caducevsarchive-deactivated2019]

       Another laugh! “Got it.”

      Angela’s eyes, wide, lift to the ceiling in contemplation. Her finger lifts from the glass to tap at her cheek. Two truths and one – very compelling lie. Hm. Hm. 

       “I… frequently order chocolates from Switzerland. I–” There’s a pause, a tilt of her head. “Do they have to be about me?”

[dyschronal-blog]

With that slanted smile of hers, she quips back.

          “Who else would they be about? The Queen?”

[onewinged-sephiroth]

You know, the world could always use more heroes.

[milsae]

her time

[dyschronal-blog]

tell us about tracer's place! is it messy. is it cluttered... is there a lot of stuff or not very much at all, does she ever come home after a long period of not-being-home and like sneeze because of all of the dust

great question!

i don’t think it’s messy or cluttered in the way most people would visualize when hearing those words.

she lives in an apartment. it’s cluttered/messy in the since that it always looks half moved into (because she never has the energy to do it after coming back from missions). there are still unpacked boxes in the spare/guest room. she hasn’t found the time to buy a sofa and chairs yet for the living room. there is one small couch to sit on and an ottoman and a tv on a small table. but it doesn’t feel sad. it has picture frames of friends and family. lots and lots of pictures of people she loves. and of fun things she’s done. she has photography/paintings on the walls. magnets on the fridge. some clothes on the bedroom floor. a little area where she can work out. with music speakers that sit on the ground (but look like they should be on a shelf) and a yoga mat.