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independent, private, semi-selective RP blog for an Overwatch OC

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((Putting this blog on a hiatus. May consider deleting. I dunno.))

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phantomshots:

   “Disgusting.” That’s all he could say, regarding her genuinely sickening train of thought. He can’t possibly fathom what kind of awful things she’s been through to be forced to think like that. “Y’know, a teenage serial killer that enjoys doin’ the deed… Gotta say, that’s a first for me.” He personally hoped it would also be the last time he encountered anything like her. A thought flickered out of his head as quickly as it made it’s way in: what was she like before TALON got to her?

     Deciding it wasn’t worth his time to focus on that, he cocked the lever of his rifle. “I’m makin’ the first move?” He chuckled softly, his eyes darting away for a brief moment. Shrugging as he looked back to her, he tilted his head to the side. “Well, suit yourself.” And with that, he fired his rifle once at her, firing two bullets with a single pull of the trigger. Using the recoil to assist him, he twirled the rifle, cocking the lever as he did. Prepared to fire again as quickly as he started, he smirked.

   “This oughta be fun.”

“Well, I’ve been told I’m quite the ᵒⁿᵉ of a kind.” F.A.N.G. replied with a quick wink at him. She continued to smile and gently twirled her weapon in her hand, waiting for him to make any more snarky comments. She skipped in a circle around him, her pigtails bouncing as she did so– ᵉʸᵉᶦⁿᵍ him carefully. “So, have you ever fight a fifteen year old girl before?”

She stopped in her tracks as he pointed his gun at her, prompting her to squat ˢʷᶦᶠᵗˡʸ to dodge them. She stuck her tongue out at him, guns were unfair, yet also not needed– she did not need a crutch like a firearm to kill people. She lunged forward as her knees were bent, her eyes easily scanning where he was and what his retaliating moves would be in relation to her ᵖʳᵉᵈᶦᶜᵗᵉᵈ strikes. She took out a few throwing knives and flicked her wrist in her direction, sending them towards her opponent. With the cover of the knives, she moved towards him again, getting in close and aiming a hit from her weapon to his rib cage.

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     She’s seriously skipping around him. Well, at least she still acted her age, for the most part. The bouncing pigtails almost accentuated the attempt at any sort of innocent look she was going for. Seeing the knives fly toward him, he blocked them with the butt of his rifle, each blade sticking into the wooden frame for a brief moment before he shook them off. In the time she moved toward him, he rapidly fired three more times, aiming for her feet to possibly trip her up.

     As guilty as he felt, fighting a teenager, that was probably part of TALON’s goal in brainwashing her. The emotional barrier of trying to fight, or possibly kill someone who’s not even legally an adult in any province was likely too great for most to overcome. Wade had quite honestly done worse, though. Both before and after his time in Overwatch. Shaking away his train of thought, he moved to soften the impact from her strike by putting up his rifle in a defensive stance. The same splintered edges that had taken the blades now stood parallel to his body, hoping to prevent her attack from doing any major damage.

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phantomshots:

   “Givin’ myself the benefit o’ the doubt’s the whole reason I’m alive. Not to mention I’ll do what I damn well please, no matter what some teenager in an overabundance of pink says.” Wade scoffed at her comment. Of course he thought this through, he wouldn’t even be chasing her down if he hadn’t expected a fight of some sort. He tensed up when she walked up to him, scowling when she had the nerve to push the rifle out of the way. This little one was gutsy, he’d give her that. Sure, he didn’t know too well what he was messing with, but, on the flip-side, neither did she. 

   “Overwatch agents are people, too, kiddo. Hell, even TALON agents are people, as much as it sickens me to admit it. They’ve got their own lives, families, friends, people that they’ll never see again ‘cause o’ you. Betcha don’t think about that, do ya?” He spat. Not literally, but he might as well have, he spoke with such hatred and scorn. Once she drew her weapon, he cartwheeled back out of instinct, narrowly avoiding hitting her. Not that he’d care much if he did, though.

   “A baton?” He chuckled audibly. “Gloves are a nice touch, though. Makes you look like a knock-off superhero costume. Kinda funny, really.” Of course, his mocking was only intended to try and egg her into something rash or stupid. If he really wanted to get down to business, he would’ve fired already. Though, her comment about starting things off made him more prepared than ever. He grabbed the underside of the barrel with his other hand, holding his rifle in an idle stance. Cocking his head back momentarily, he spoke once more.

   “Go on, I’ll let you make the first move.”

“I ʰᵃᵛᵉ thought of that, quite often.” F.A.N.G. said, looking down at her chipped nails once more. “The thought brings me ʲᵒʸ.” She gazed up at him as a sickening smile spread across her features, her eyes darkening with her grim words. She rolled her shoulders, making sure her internal plating was ready for confrontation.

“Right, I’m the one out of the ᵗʷᵒ of us who looks like a knock-off super hero, sure…” She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at his idiocy. She shook her head, glad that this annoying man meant nothing to TALON and that she could certainly kill him with a ᶜˡᵉᵃⁿ conscience. She eyed his gun and the other weapons he had on him, noting what they could be used for. She felt her blood rush and stir at the idea of a fight, ready to strike and spill innocent blood.

“I don’t think so, ʸᵒᵘ should go first, Overwatch.”

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   “Disgusting.” That’s all he could say, regarding her genuinely sickening train of thought. He can’t possibly fathom what kind of awful things she’s been through to be forced to think like that. “Y’know, a teenage serial killer that enjoys doin’ the deed... Gotta say, that’s a first for me.” He personally hoped it would also be the last time he encountered anything like her. A thought flickered out of his head as quickly as it made it’s way in: what was she like before TALON got to her?

     Deciding it wasn’t worth his time to focus on that, he cocked the lever of his rifle. “I’m makin’ the first move?” He chuckled softly, his eyes darting away for a brief moment. Shrugging as he looked back to her, he tilted his head to the side. “Well, suit yourself.” And with that, he fired his rifle once at her, firing two bullets with a single pull of the trigger. Using the recoil to assist him, he twirled the rifle, cocking the lever as he did. Prepared to fire again as quickly as he started, he smirked.

   “This oughta be fun.”

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phantomshots  //  stranger .

   “Oh, sh- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”      Wade recognized the name immediately. He’d actually heard about Mondatta’s assassination in London within a few days of it, and he was devastated by it at first. A walking symbol of peace, snuffed out. He still didn’t get why anyone would want to do such a horrible thing.    “I’m sorry about that, but… Don’t apologize for not bein’ him. I mean, there’s a reason you’re separate, right? So you can be unique. You’re you, and nobody else can change that.”

      it  always  amused  zenyatta  when  strangers  rambled  such  as  this  one  —  how  they  think  they  know  best    (    and  in  a  way  ,  this  was  the  best  way  to  learn  new  things    )     and  preach  their  knowledge  .  hand  slowly  lowered  so  both  rested  in  his  lap  .  mondatta’s  death  was  a  tragic  one  ,  but  this  particular  omnic  knows  perhaps  it  is  better  to  be  a  martyr  than  a  public  figure  .

              “      i  am  not  ashamed  to  be  who  i  am  ,  nor  do  i  wish  to  be  mondatta  .  my  brothers  and  sisters  back  home  honored  me  with  his  surname  ,  and  i  am  more  than  grateful  to  be  able  to  carry  such  a  blessing  .     ”

          which  wasn’t  untrue  ,  while  teaching  styles  came  vastly  different  ,  the  final  moral  was  the  same  .  equality  and  peace  for  all  .

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   “That’s probably the best way to live. Bein’ happy with who you are, but not forgettin’ where you came from. At least, that’s what I gathered from that. I’ve never been the best wit’ words, so... Sorry if I got that wrong at all.”      He suddenly felt a major desire to apologize for his... Admittedly hyperactive and strange behavior. Mostly because he felt like the polar opposite of the monk. While Wade was hyper, erratic, rambly, and overall disorganized, inside and out, the other seemed very... Calm, collected, and well put-together. No pun intended.    “Also, sorry if I kinda ramble a lot. I don’t got much of a filter. Well, like, I do, but it doesn’t stop things from comin’ out super duper fast. If that makes any sense at all. It doesn’t, does it? I’m sorry, I’ll- I’ll shut up now.”

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phantomshots:

     Wade frowned, grunting in annoyance at her comment. “That ain’t too nice o’ you to say, kid.” Back to calling her kid, he didn’t care anymore. She obviously wouldn’t give up without some sort of fight. As much as he didn’t want to, he did come here for a reason: to stop her from doing whatever it was that she planned on doing. It couldn’t be good, that’s for sure. 

   “Oh, believe me, I know a lot about the stuff you’ve done. Just- didn’t know much about what you look like. I figured TALON at least had the decency to not recruit kids, but I guess I was wrong there, too.” He shook his head in disappointment. Although, what could he really expect? They were a terrorist organization, after all.      Wait, she’s killed fellow agents?

   “Who have you killed?” He shook his head rapidly, his expression changing to one of fury. He put his goggles on, wrapping his hand around the grip of his rifle calmly. Not yet drawing it, he sighed in disappointment. “Now, I ain’t about to up and hit a kid.” And with that, he drew the rifle quickly, twirling it in one hand twice before pointing it directly at her.

   “Never said a damn thing about not shootin’ one.”

“You’re wrong a lot, you should ˢᵗᵒᵖ giving yourself the benefit of the doubt.” F.A.N.G. replied, smirking up at him as he approached her. She crossed her arms and took on a challenging stance, communicating she was ready for anything he had to offer. She narrowed her eyes for a moment at all the times he deliberately called her a kid, he’ll regret it for sure. She shrugged and smiled once more, it gaining the ʷᶦᶜᵏᵉᵈⁿᵉˢˢ it had previously.

“I have no idea who they were, I did not care to ask– they were ʲᵘˢᵗ Overwatch agents to me.” She looked up at him again, making eye contact. Her own magenta eyes flashed, an over-confident grin plastered on her features. She watched him reach for his weapon, her brow quirking as she gazed at him. She did not ᶠˡᶦⁿᶜʰ as his weapon was pointed at her, aiming for her head, yet her gaze held strong.

“I’m not sure you’re thinking this through…” She said casually, bringing her hand up and moving the rifle out of her face with a small push. “I don’t think you really ʷᵃⁿᵗ to fight me.” Her words were very contrary to her actions and facial expressions– she unhooked her weapon from her belt, extending it to it’s full length, and pulled her gloves into place. Her smile spread wide as she flicked her eyes to his once more, a chaotic hue forming ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ in her irises.

“Yet, if you insist… ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ I’m not going to stop doing what I’m doing.”

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   “Givin’ myself the benefit o’ the doubt’s the whole reason I’m alive. Not to mention I’ll do what I damn well please, no matter what some teenager in an overabundance of pink says.” Wade scoffed at her comment. Of course he thought this through, he wouldn’t even be chasing her down if he hadn’t expected a fight of some sort. He tensed up when she walked up to him, scowling when she had the nerve to push the rifle out of the way. This little one was gutsy, he’d give her that. Sure, he didn’t know too well what he was messing with, but, on the flip-side, neither did she. 

   “Overwatch agents are people, too, kiddo. Hell, even TALON agents are people, as much as it sickens me to admit it. They’ve got their own lives, families, friends, people that they’ll never see again ‘cause o’ you. Betcha don’t think about that, do ya?” He spat. Not literally, but he might as well have, he spoke with such hatred and scorn. Once she drew her weapon, he cartwheeled back out of instinct, narrowly avoiding hitting her. Not that he’d care much if he did, though.

   “A baton?” He chuckled audibly. “Gloves are a nice touch, though. Makes you look like a knock-off superhero costume. Kinda funny, really.” Of course, his mocking was only intended to try and egg her into something rash or stupid. If he really wanted to get down to business, he would’ve fired already. Though, her comment about starting things off made him more prepared than ever. He grabbed the underside of the barrel with his other hand, holding his rifle in an idle stance. Cocking his head back momentarily, he spoke once more.

   “Go on, I’ll let you make the first move.”

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[creativichee]

Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase

(creator note: I recommend 3-10 sentences but go for a longer piece if you really feel it! Replace pronouns as needed for the character / point of view)

don’t leave 

this was a mistake

[I] trusted [you]

one chance

help

illusion

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righteous

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candles

too loud

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okay but McC.ree blogs hit me up please I wanna see how they’d interact because in my head, it’s like the sibling rivalry trope times twenty and yes I need that in my life

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a mo.ana rp blog just followed me I am suddenly reminded that I am yet to see that movie

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On Anon or not, send “Plot:” + describe something you really want to RP with my muse or something you want to see my muse do (if it’s to/with another RPer, list their username) and I’ll rate it:

fuck no || not really interested || huh?? || give me more details… || sure why not || OMFG YES

[harmnic]

phantomshots  //  stranger .

   “Nope! Just, uh… Wanted to say ‘hi’. It’s a little weird, though. You look kinda familiar, have I seen you somewhere before?”      Wade snapped his fingers in realization.    “It’s those posters I keep seein’, tryin’ to promote equality ‘tween humans and omnics, right? You’re that dude? Okay, so- this might sound stupid, but- do you know how to, like, do a high five? Or are things like that totally lost on you?”      He felt like an idiot, asking an omnic monk this kind of thing. Such wisdom and knowledge being wasted on a ten-year-old in a twenty-nine-year-old body.

        familiar  ?  zenyatta  did  travel  quite  a  bit  ,  but  he’s  certain  he’s  never  met  this  man  before  .  though  with  the  explanation  ,  the  monk  slowly  raised  a  hand    (      not  for  the  high  five  ,  but  more  so  to  prevent  the  other  from  rambling  further  .      )    before  lowering  it  again  once  the  stranger  ceased  . 

              “     my  brother  ,  mondatta  .  while  his  practices  were  wide  -  spread  and  beloved  by  most  ,  i  prefer  a  more  …  personal  approach  .     ” 

        there  remains  a  lighthearted  ,  if  not  melancholy  tone  underlying  his  usual  monotony  —  —  but  it  is  quickly  remedied  as  the  omnic  once  again  lifted  a  hand  .     “     if  you  are  still  up  for  that  high  five  ,  i’m  sure  i  could  offer  you  at  least  that  much  .  i  apologize  i  am  not  who  you  assumed  i  was  .     ” 

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   “Oh, sh- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”      Wade recognized the name immediately. He’d actually heard about Mondatta’s assassination in London within a few days of it, and he was devastated by it at first. A walking symbol of peace, snuffed out. He still didn’t get why anyone would want to do such a horrible thing.    “I’m sorry about that, but... Don’t apologize for not bein’ him. I mean, there’s a reason you’re separate, right? So you can be unique. You’re you, and nobody else can change that.”

[harmnic]

phantomshots // stranger .

     Wade scratched his head sheepishly before approaching the omnic. He’s never met them before, but in all honesty, Wade thinks they look really cool.    “Hi! Um, I don’t know what to- no, that’s not right- um, hi! Hello! How are you?”

      zenyatta  finds  the  other  quite  charming  —  this  sort  of  reaction  is  common  ,  if  not  unwarranted  .  in  a  sense  ,  it  makes  the  monk  a  little  more  than  amused  .

          “      greetings  ,  young  one  .  can  i  help  you  with  anything  ?     ”

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   “Nope! Just, uh... Wanted to say ‘hi’. It’s a little weird, though. You look kinda familiar, have I seen you somewhere before?”      Wade snapped his fingers in realization.    “It’s those posters I keep seein’, tryin’ to promote equality ‘tween humans and omnics, right? You’re that dude? Okay, so- this might sound stupid, but- do you know how to, like, do a high five? Or are things like that totally lost on you?”      He felt like an idiot, asking an omnic monk this kind of thing. Such wisdom and knowledge being wasted on a ten-year-old in a twenty-nine-year-old body.

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my personal favorite way to play Ove.rwatch: while listening to music from the 80s and earlier

[farronheit]

IT’S  GONNA  BE

[inkskinned]

i loved you so much and i couldn’t save you. do you know what that’s like, when your hands aren’t stable enough to hold something so important. to watch your own reflection drop everything precious in this world into the fire. do you know what it’s like to burn alongside, whispering, please, i tried, i swear to god that i tried

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I’m trying to decide on an IRL faceclaim for Wade I can’t choose between Char.lie Co.x (Daredevil) and Chr.is Pr.att

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I'm so smooth, I can wink with both eyes at the same time.

Wade Matthew Winchester, probably, at some point