#ow2 beta

[snkskyler15]

when you finally get that tracer

[eternalsawake]

the path to destiny | prequel to 10 minutes: part one - a blackwatch!gabriel reyes x gn!reader

rating: teen - for violence & swearing.

a/n: this is the prequel to 10 minutes, i suggest reading that first (: there’s mentions of reyes, but he’ll come along in the next part.

a/n again: the gif above is only a visualization of readers powers, not the woman (irelia).

you felt the crisp air whoosh against your face, not too chilly but not too humid; a perfect balance. this trip would be more than pleasant if the 20lb duffel bag of your belongings were carried by somebody else, but you make do.

blackwatch, a covert operations secret division inside of overwatch. taking care of operations under the radar of the public, and even the private. the moment you were offered a part of this experience was riveting, yet anxiety inducing. could you really hold your own here? how would the people be? are your gifts enough for this team?

-

the late tekhartha mondatta was as wise as a serpent, yet gentle as a dove. his teachings and mindset brought humans and omnics to be like minded towards each other. he was the definition of pure harmony, no discord in his soul. mondatta and his brother zenyatta’s teachings led many omnics to a path of enlightenment, but never a human before. not until you.

10 years, 7 months, and 14 days. it took you 10 years, 7 months, and 14 days until you found a hidden peace within yourself. unlocking that enlightenment felt impossible, yet you proved even yourself wrong. this enlightenment…was different. it wasn’t like you had discovered it, it was as if that energy was in you all along, only needing to be unlocked. the energy, unfortunately, took a large toll on your body. instead of slowly draining your lifespan with this energy, you learned to channel that energy into 5 carbon steel blades. the blades bent at your will. they surrounded your upper body, leaving silver colored lines running up your arms all the way into your eyes as you used that energy.

“well done my child.” stated mondatta as he watched closely. “you have achieved a level of enlightenment that me and my brother have achieved. you are the first of your kind to do so.”

“we are quite proud.” zenyatta praised. you gave a humble smile in return. you loved the temple, you loved the shambali, you loved the monks that raised you as if you were their own offspring, yet you felt…something missing. partially full, partially empty. with these thoughts, you consulted mondatta, in hope for an answer.

“if you do not change direction, you may end up where you are headed. your destiny awaits you, whether you stay here or not. whether it be filled with harmony or discord.” he replied.

“but how will i know if what will be my destiny if i stay? if i leave?” you inquired.

“you have to make that choice yourself.”

a silence fills the air.

“do you know what you must do?” mondatta solemnly questioned.

“yeah, i think i do. thank you mondatta. and thank you zenyatta.”

“you are welcome, my child. now, find your destiny.” zenyatta stated.

one year later

adapting to everyday life hadn’t been as challenging as you believed it to be. yes, it was difficult masking your gifts in public, but you had your ways. “your ways” was placing your carbon steel blades in a fabric bag. not the best hiding spot, but convenient enough for you.

each week, you made a mandatory pit stop at the local grocery store to restock on supplies. food, medicine, and other supplies needed. the virtual cashier, xela gave you a sweet smile as she scanned your items. “that’ll be $54.38 today!” she said. whipping out your wallet, you rummage through, only to find $10 dollars in cash.

“shit. i’m so sorry, let me run outside real quick.” you apologize and run out the door. you shake out your wallet, hoping money will come out. no money comes out. you walk back in slouched over in disappointment. “i’m so sorry xela i can’t pa-,”

“your stuff has already been paid for, have a nice day!”

“what?”

“you seemed like you needed a lil’ help.” a tanned, scruffy looking cowboy says as he hands you the bag of groceries. “thank you so much, but i don’t even know your name.” you say, still in shock and disbelief that this man paid for your groceries.

“the names cole cassidy, yours?” he asks, motioning for you to follow. he gives a quick nod as you tell him your name. “why did you do that?” you question. “you seemed like you needed it, rough week?”

“yeah a little bit. how could you tell?” you sigh.

cassidy whips out a cigar, “your face tells me er’thing i need to know. it’s the least i could do.” he replies, lighting the cigar.

as you were about to thank him once again, you are interrupted by an ear blasting rev of an engine. you and cassidy turn towards the sound. two headlights appear in the smog, burning your eyes as you look at it.

“well well, i’ve been waiting for this cassidy.” a feminine voice quips. her southern accent adds a hint of venom to the statement. the second rev of the woman’s engine inches closer.

“damn it, GET DOWN.” cassidy yells, as he whips out..a revolver?

you grab cassidy’s arm and pull him into a large alleyway, hiding behind an empty dumpster. there’s an intersection in the alleyway, splitting off into 4 different ways to go. only one way is blocked off by this angry woman. shots rang around you, ricocheting all over the place.

“you are definitely not a cowboy.”

“what makes you think that?”

“do cowboys get into shootouts with crazy women?”

“this one does.” he replies with a large grin. you roll your eyes at the comment. “so,” you yell over the gunfire, “who is she?”

“elizabeth caledonia ashe, but the gang calls her ashe.”

“wait a second.” you pause, “THE DEADLOCK GANG??”

cassidy fires a round of bullets into the smog, none seem to hit. “what are ya, a fan?” he chuckles.

“no i’m just not dense. i thought y’all got arrested, right?” you asked. “we did, 6 months ago, but i had other plans.” he sighed.

“and what about the rest of them? did they have the same plan?” you questioned, confused on how they all escaped.

“..not exactly.” he huffed. “i was given an opportunity, and i ran with it. beats sittin’ in a prison for god knows how long.”

you both were interrupted by an object thrown through the smog. it landed right by your feet. it’s bold red color made it quite clear you both needed to run.

“cmon cowboy.” you urge cassidy up. “this way,” he says, pointing to the right of the alleyway. as you both run from the stick of dynamite, you are met with a shotgun infront of your bodies. “FREEZE.” the gang member barks. “I’LL SHOOT.” another member taunts from behind. a booming explosion shakes the ground underneath, causing cassidy to lose his balance. the man with the shotgun aims his shot on cassidy, completely ignoring you.

time slowed around you, you needed to make a decision fast. could i use them? would that be wrong? it’s self defense, no?

without thinking, your blades surround you as you lunge them foward. the honed blade slices through the incoming bullet, splitting it into 2. the bullet pieces falls to the ground. cassidy stares at your form, the glowing silver coursing through your arms, your irises even glowing a silver like color. the gang member looks at you with disbelief, but before he could even reload, his face was met with cassidy’s fist.

“nice hit, took ya long enough.” you joked.

“awh shut it pumpkin.” cassidy quipped, his baffled expression turned into a sheepish grin. your little banter moment was interrupted by something else thrown at you. you can’t tell what it was, but whatever it was, it wrapped around you and cassidy. a rope of some sort perhaps. two more gang members enter the alleyway, one infront of cassidy, one infront of you. the blades that surrounded you dropped. you struggled against the rope, but it was wrapped around you tight. the female gangster stepped on your fallen blades, losing your control of the sacred item. as the gang members inched closer, cassidy leaned down to your ear.

“link your arms with mine.” he whispers, his cold breath tickling the outside of your ear.

“your breath smells like whiskey. back up.”

“i didn’t ask your opinion, link ‘em now!”

you intertwine your arms with cassidy’s, confused as to what the hell he is planning.

“on three, kick ‘em to hell.”

“i was plannin on it cass.”

you chant together.

“one”

“two”

“three!”

cassidy crouches slightly over, your back flat on top of his. your body hoists into the air as you lunge your legs foward. a direct hit to the gang members chest infront of you. she collapses to the ground, rendered useless. regaining control of the blades, you cut the rope chaining you and the cowboy together. cassidy pulls his peacekeeper out of his leather holster. a perfect, deadeye shot pierced the gang member. you and cassidy huff a sigh of relief, catching your breath.

“didn’t think you could fight like that.” he says as you walk around the dead bodies, exiting the alleyway. no ashe in view, she must have dipped.

“there’s a lot of things you don’t know cowboy.” you retort, flicking the brim of the cowboys hat.

“you got an attitude jus’ like reyes, that dickhead.” cassidy chuckles, pulling out his lighter and cigar. again.

“who’s reyes? i’d definitely kick his ass.” you retort, a grin forming on your face.

“he’s…my boss basically. he’s all mean ‘n stuff but i betcha he’s ‘n old softie.” cassidy exhales, a puff of smoke filling the space between you two. you crinkle your nose in disgust of the cigarette smell. the two of you chuckle.

“ya ever heard of overwatch?” he asks, breaking the short silence.

“of course i have, they’re like ‘earths mightiest heroes’,”you air quote, internally laughing at your old movie reference, “why do you ask?”

“well, overwatch ain’t all the glitz and glamour the news makes it seem. they do A LOT behind the scene, out of the eyes of the media.” cassidy recollects, “but even there’s a behind the scenes in overwatch. like a..uh..overwatch’s dirty work you could call it. how do ya think overwatch gets all their intel, yet wantin’ to stay under the radar at the same time? they gotta secret group. this group, blackwatch, does everything overwatch won’t, but with no spotlight recognition or anythin’, it’s quite the life of you really think ‘bout it.”

“huh..i never realized overwatch had so many layers.”

“there’s some good, some less good. but i’m thankful e’rday that reyes saved my ass. either i joined his lil’ club, or i rot with ashe and her robot butler, bob in prison. trust me, you don’t wanna share a small cell with an 8ft tall robot.” cassidy states. you snicker at the comment. “it’s hell i tell ya!” cassidy yells.

“so, what’s it like in blackwatch? is it just you and reyes?” you question, curiosity taking over your mouth.

“nah, reyes is recruiting some kid, he’s missin’ a lot of his body, poor guy. apparently he can fight, but i’m not one to judge that.” cassidy solemnly replies. he stares off into the night sky, strumming his fingers against his clothed knee.

“i don’t think i’m ‘posed to do this but..”

he inhales sharply, rolling his shoulders back and licking his partially chapped lips before opening his mouth.

“you wanna join blackwatch?”

[thespacecaseace]

Zenyatta OW2 beta voicelines

From the before and during the 2nd OW2 Beta (6/28/22)

Hi there folks! I'm short on time, which means I'm unable to scour every inch of OW2 until the beta closes, or sit down and edit together a video, but here's all of the new voicelines I could find to post.

This is only semi-exhaustive as I'm sure I've missed some, and I won't be posting ping wheel voice lines or objective-related lines (short on time :( ), but I've done my best to include anything of interest.

The voicelines that others caught on video will be denoted with a superscript number, with links to all the videos down at the bottom. Most of them will be in Interactions.

  General/Misc

Harmony/Discord

YES! YES! KILL.

Interactions

  Pssst! @Octopiess on twitter is working on compiling an exhaustive spreadsheet!

[indica-chan]

Overwatch 2: Kiriko, 1st Impressions

I'm glad we have a new support healer. I'm glad we have a Japanese hero that's not a DPS role.

Kiriko's name was hinted at via her location, her village. In Kanji, there is a symbol that can be added into her name, and it means "village." Her name also translates to "girl of the mist," hinting at her teleportation abilities within the game.

Her demeanor reminds me of Tracer. So happy and giggly and so adorable. My man asked me if she was somehow related to Mei, because that bubbliness also is reminiscent of her too.

There's more Naruto references in the game due to this character. She looks like she's about to pop a shadow clone jutsu. Plus, kitsune = fox. Naruto has a 9-tailed kitsune/fox in the plot line.

I can assume that part of her backstory involves ancient healing talismans that she had learn to make from her family.

I wonder how the relationship between her and Hanzo and her and Genji are. I feel like that her and Genji would vibe really well based on how they speak. I'm thinking that since Kiriko and Genji have green hair, that could hint at a small link between them.

[daemonchainz]

I heard Lucio say on Circuit Royal that he wanted to drive one of the cars and I had to laugh. I know his 5'2" self couldn't reach those pedals we got the same struggle

[juniperartemis]

Kiriko from Overwatch 2

[jbeddallart]

Are you ready for Overwatch 2 beta?

Here are all my fan chibi sprays leading up to the beta release!

[krillbot]

Wow, Zen’s new design is weird. I can’t believe they violated such a core part of his identity and gave him a cannon and fingernails. Smh