#leftrightcrunch

[terikaeshite-blog]

❛   where  did  you come from?  ❜  casting a wary glance at the omnic,  he is surprised that something so large was able to get past his eyes.  unfamiliar with the other,  he isn’t allowing his guard to fall,  no matter how injured he was.

short starter call   /   @leftrightcrunch

[berserkyr]

     the battle angel is intrigued, not that there’s a battle to have but the junkyard... being back here was interesting. she had no memory of it, nothing concrete yet. she remembered falling, and how for a split second she’d felt like she was flying before her body was torn apart. she’s quiet for a few moments as she picks through remains of civilization. her eyes landing on a robot, or cyborg  -  it’s hard to tell these days.  ❛  can  you  help  me  with  something?  ❜  //  @leftrightcrunch: sc.

[datatheft-archive]

TECH BEAST PRACTICALLY DWARFS HER.  she stumbles upon him while salvaging spare parts from the scrap yard  ( gang lifestyle — can’t afford the  SHINY & NEW  ).   sombra stares upwards, itch of hacking hands begging her to CRACK him open and spill his code. she refrains, if only because of their proximity and the fact that he could SWAT at her like the wasp she is.

                                                  ❛     ... WOAH.  who are you ?     ❜

‘ @leftrightcrunch !

[ryvjin-a]

♥  — @leftrightcrunch

    "In all my travels--I have never seen anything quite like you.” And while it was true, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; Genji made no effort to mask the childish wonder in his voice. He was impressed--if not delighted--to have crossed paths with it. 

Its hulking height reminded him of Lieutenant Wilhelm----

[lingzhcu-blog]

❝  --- you ‘ re all beat up ! 哦，天哪 ！ did someone do this to you ?   ❞    @leftrightcrunch ​ [  ♡  ]

[slingerscng-archive]

             Twigs snap beneath him as he marches to through EMPTY THICKETS, hoping to crawl his way back to the closest piece of civilization in hopes of cleaning himself of the muck all across his boots. From the looks of it, he had been crawling through branches for hours; PRYING his way between the trees and broken timber in the gray light of the afternoon. McCree didn’t care much for nature, grand appreciator naturally—just only from a distance. 

     Footing through the ankle high grass, he clawed over more HAZARDS and dropped from a short break in the forest floor below, holding his hat to his head as he landed and rose to his feet. Sitting in the midst of what felt like abandoned foliage was a large construct; consumed by greenery that had long rusted over and SUCCUMBED to moss. He trudged onward, eyes watching as he passed before tipping his hat politely and knocking metal fingers to the empty metal. 

         “Shame....ain’t seen none like you in a while.” 

                                        @leftrightcrunch // sc.

[plcytowin]

                                               @leftrightcrunch // s.c.

                       ❛ — what do you mean by that? ❜