#chronal anomaly

[byanyan]

@grimesucker sent 🤳 + 5 for:

ㅤbyan's family (biological, adopted, & found); feat. sol, the boyfriend (@lee-sol); lena, the older sister (@chronal-anomaly); ardaka, the parental sibling figure (@apexulansis); kit, the (sort of but not technically) younger sister (@florafound); garrett, the vaguely guardian-esque figure (@gnarledbite); & dox, the mom (@grimesucker)

#OK LOOK FIRST OF ALL DON'T GET ME WRONG: there ARE more people who byan would loosely consider family #but....... for my sanity in digging up images.... i focused on those who i've plotted with/write with the most... #and stuck to like. one muse per mun lmaoaskjfhsd #this also spans across a few verse so like... u've got 3 for modern... 1 for space orphan... 1 for fledgling... & 1 (or ig kinda 2) for uc #just!!! the people who have the most developed familial relationships w/ byan u know? #and yes shut up boyf is included in family bc it's just a necessity. i will not be apologizing. #also had to fall back on an aesthetic image i snagged off of xeno's resource blog for ardaka #but then i realized it's actually v fitting even ic bc he doesn't show up properly on camera anyway lmaooo #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ answered: ooc. #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ headcanon ⋮ danger in the fabric of this thing i made. #grimesucker #lee-sol #chronal anomaly #apexulansis #florafound #gnarledbite

[metamorphiisis]

@chronal-anomaly

Lena Oxton is a woman of petite height, made seemingly smaller in the welted, crumpled blankets of a medbay bed. Someone had set her off spiralling in a verbal malady, eyes locked to a frenzy towards something unseen in ad infinitum. Sacrifices have always been a staple necessity in the route to Discovery, iterations of failure coagulating the building blocks to success. For all that Oxton has been borne to witness, to discover, it is a shame that she has been cursed the same fate as Apollo's Cassandra, tongue vexed in a frenetic mania and mind scorned to bouts of salt. It is bizarre to think that this is an experiment that has been forbidden to be recreated. The Russians sends a Dog hurtling into orbit; The Americans respond by launching a human being onto the barren dust of the moon.

When, she thinks dully, Did humanity become so timid?

The plastic shell of a pen clacks against a clipboard. Moira drags a nail down a stack of emptied checkboxes, the scrawl of a doctor's chicken-scratching entailing mental statuses by the hour in ball point blues. Her gaze flicks up.

The glaze of a sedative is clearing from the pilot's system, clouded eyes teetering away from non-response towards a slow bleed of cognizance. Moira slots the paperwork back into the footboard. Her shoes click as she sidles broadside to the bed, palm loosely cradling a wrist behind her back. She busies herself by replacing the hanging IV bag, eyes the disfigured masses of color stretched within down the slope of her nose.

"Sleep well?"

#Ic; #Chronal anomaly #V;blackwatch #🤔 wrote this based off of ur string theory hc but lmk if it doesnt work

[risingshine]

"You ever think about how you might die?" Her words are lurching, an awkward, jumbled mess as she stared out at the stasmrs. A generality, an anxiety shared by most who share her line of work. Still, the omnic's potential weighed on her.

"What happens to you, do you know?"

a pause in the night; a second of thought. - stars shimmering on dulled metal that did not move their gaze from the infinite.

「 ༀ - ..if you were to ask my brothers; they would go on to reassure you that all souls, whatever form they take will continue on the wheel of samsara - to be reborn in another form.

and that our pursuit of peace and understanding is to break free from the cycle. 」

a moment, calm and uncertain followed the next breath; - perhaps the anxieties are shared in some form, after all.

「 ༀ - what do you believe happens to those who die? 」

#chronal anomaly #walk in harmony; zenyatta

[mercymc-a]

@chronal-anomaly entered the lab

" How peculiar. " Mused the older scientist. An expression of intrigue and curiosity washed over her as she studied her. " Lena "Tracer" Oxton. Such a fascinating subject, if only I had the time when I was with Overwatch to study such an intriguing woman. "

Tilting her head to the side, she studied Lena not unlike one might look over a subject of experimentation. Piercing multicolored eyes bore into her as she confidently strode around her. Circling the smaller woman as to get a better view of the technology strapped to her. " Admittedly, I had hardly been granted much access to your file during my time. I can't help but wonder, how is it your biology functions with such anomalies? "

#Chronal Anomaly #More field research? // IC

[comhaontas]

@chronal-anomaly ♡'d for a starter! ⤷ dorit & lena.

Dorit taps her fingers on her desk, looking across it to Lena. Most of the new Overwatch agents are people she's never met before, brand new agents who have come to help save the world one step at a time. Lena, though, she's been here before. She's been through a hell of a lot during her previous time here too. Dorit knows that, Lena must know that Dorit remembers.

Still, Dorit isn't here to talk about then. She's here to talk about now. "Is coming back what you expected, Lena?"

#chronal anomaly #IC ⤷ DORIT PENZAK. #absolutely no pressure for lena to actually like #open up to her!!

[todoslosdiasdemivida]

"Should you be out of bed? You look like death warmed over."

@chronal-anomaly

Normally, he can feel this coming on well in advance. He knows it well enough by now to give Jack the warning, put in the days––indefinite, nebulous, always, because he never knows how long it's going to take, and they both know he'll come back as soon as he's able.

[ Because of the serum, he doesn't get sick often… but because of the serum, when he does, it's–– ]

––It's the stress of everything going on or the strain of overworking or any number of other factors this time, but he had passed out at his desk last night––literally? figuratively? in his current hazy state, he can't quite remember even––

[ Everything hurts. Everything hurts. Everything hurts. ]

Even as disoriented as he is, he knows he should have called Ramona, Jack, somebody, the moment he realized and yet––with that same pseudo-clarity––he knows he doesn't want to see Jack right now. He doesn't have the presence of mind to bite his tongue. [ Who knows what he might say right now? Of course, would it even matter? He's long thought that everything he says goes in one ear and out the other. Just another voice. Just another naysayer. Just another troublemaker. When did it get like this? It doesn't–– ]

––It doesn't exactly seem fair to Ramona to seem that he only needs her when he's like this, which isn't true, but what else could she think? [ That he needed her help and he trusts her with his life, and she would help him, like always, because, deep down, he knows that if he could try, that would be all it took. To try. To talk. To bring down the wall. Why can't he just do that…? Instead it's–– ]

–– It's probably for the best it caught him unaware this morning, when he woke up barely able to breathe and feeling like he's on fire, like every atom in his body is fighting him.

If he's lucky, maybe the Kid won't come in today. Maybe Moira is somewhere else, doing whatever she does in her lab. Maybe the ninja is busy brooding in some dark corner or training or… There are a lot of maybes and he's banking on them, even like this. If he's really lucky, maybe at some point in the next few hours, he can manage at least enough strength to leave his desk chair, probably all but drag himself to the couch.

[ Everything hurts. Everything hurts. Everything hurts. ]

But he can't be that lucky, can he?

Or, lucky enough to avoid the usual suspects, but not lucky enough to––

"Never… got there…" he answers between unsteady breaths, not even shifting in his chair to attempt to fake some semblance of normalcy.

His voice doesn't sound right, but that isn't surprising. That he's still conscious at all is a wonder in itself, and every moment that continues to be the case, even more so.

[ Everything hurts. Everything hurts. Everything hurts. ]

Of course he couldn't be lucky enough. Why should anything be different now than it has been throughout the past year? [ Longer? Has it been longer than that? What–– ]

"Wh… What're you d–… doing here…?

#chronal anomaly #|| pouring the fuel; fanning the flames || { v; main // gabriel } #// He has made a few mistakes. #// That's all. #tw; sickness #tw; illness

[afraidofchange]

∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night

It's late when Lena appears in the kitchens, goal set for a cup of tea and another lap around the base to stave off the feelings of exhaustion. Sleep didn't quite grace her, and instead, Lena was left to burn off the fuzzy boredom that came with tossing and turning in bed. What she didn't expect, however, was to see the narrow form of the captain's narrow form cut against the dim morning lights. ( for ana! )

for Ana | @chronal-anomaly

Listlessness at the thought of the stack of paperwork on the Captain's desk has Ana awake far too early; second-in-command appears to be a position of importance in leadership, and it is, but what the job description neglects to mention is following all the rules and regulations, ledgers and reports alike. In some ways, she feels literally stuck to her desk like a dog chained to a post.

But, its importance matters for the organization - and she wouldn't trade it for the world.

An idle hand drums her fingers against the counter top, mentally timing just how long to steep her mug of steaming hot tea. She hears the sound of light footfalls - and to the untrained ear, one might not notice such a soft sound, but for a trained sniper, every surrounding sound matters.

"You're up early, Oxton," Ana's voice cuts across the quiet kitchen in sharp contrast. "Or up late, I suppose..." Golden brown eyes flick to the young woman over her shoulder. "Tea? I can put the kettle on again."

#chronalanomaly #chronal anomaly #ANA AMARI: IC #[ this is SO old so no worries if you don't have a vibe for it ] #[ I'm so sorry I took ages but thank you for sending ! ]

[circumstanceworn]

@chronal-anomaly    ✧ ∘ ˚    sc.

" you're... miss oxton, right? " the question is quiet, and even easier to miss given that he hasn't turned to face her, rather keeping his attention focused on filling the food dishes in each of the kennels along the wall. he's heard her voice around the shelter once or twice before, and it's easy enough to match it to the one he's heard here and there at school, but this is the first they've been in a room together, he thinks.

" the, uhm. the track coach at the secondary school a few blocks away? " clarifying where he knows her from, si-u closes the kennel door and locks it securely before he shyly turns halfway toward lena. arms tightening their grasp around the large bag of cat food held against his chest, he offers a soft, albeit weak bit of a smile. " i... i go to the school, so i recognize your voice. uhm. i didn't realize you volunteered here, too. "

#chronal anomaly #* ⟢ SI U ❮ ic ❯ ━━ ❝ in city / i feel my spirit is contained ! #* ⟢ SI U ❮ verse: modern ❯ ━━ ❝ scared of my own ceiling / scared i’ll die of uncertainty ! #weeps thank u for indulging me #pls accept my softest boy #and allow me to throw myself at ur modern verse #the moment i reread it & saw the mention of lena volunteering at animal shelters i knew what to do

[unfogged-arc]

@chronal-anomaly ♡'d for a starter! brigitte + lena.

She was hoping to see Lena today, and when she does she can't help the tightness in her chest. Of course she's happy to see her friend, but at the same time Lena looks so tired. She tries to hide it, of course, but Brig makes a point of knowing her teammates inside and out, to the best of her abilities and their allowance.

"Hi!" Brig says, waving Lena over as she walks through the door. "I made you your favorite." She points to the covered dish on the table, where Lena's favorite dessert sits. Is this partially a ploy to get Lena to open up a little more? Maybe.

#chronal anomaly #brigitte + chronal anomaly. #brigitte lindholm.

[austerulous]

◈   @chronal-anomaly said:  ❛ 🕰️ an early morning text!! ❜  //  texting starters.

— 🕰️ AN EARLY MORNING TEXT.

[ text : LITTLE BIRD ]   IF I WORKED IT OUT RIGHT YA SHOULD BE WAKING UP SOON. I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHAT TO SAY EXCEPT IT AIN'T THE SAME WITHOUT YA HERE. MAYBE SOMEDAY I'LL MAKE IT TO WHERE YA ARE. BET THE VIEW IS LOOKIN REAL SWEET RIGHT NOW. I'LL BE THINKIN OF YA.

#oh they... 🥺 #it's about as soft as the queen gets #◈ — answered #◈ — ic; odessa #◈ › bonds — ❛ there is always something left to love ❜ — odessa × lena — chronal anomaly #chronal anomaly

[livesinthebalance]

"Another miracle, no doubt."

@chronal-anomaly

"I'd say more than, by the state of this engine," she answers with an amused laugh before she looks from the bike to the owner.

"The fact you even managed to get it here is nothing short of. What even happened?"

#chronal anomaly #|| if you could see it then you'd understand || { v; main // abby } #// Thank you for sending to the baby. #// I love her. xD

[byanyan]

She once killed a man with a rubberband.

Her fastest mile time is 4 and a half minutes.

She's fluent in English and Spanish, decent at Chinese and Russian.

two truths and a lieㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤoh, this one is tough... one of those ones that sounds easy at first, but the more they think about it, the trickier they realize it is.

ㅤㅤ" i mean, i immediately believe that your fastest mile is four 'n a half minutes. —but is the lie that it's actually faster'n'at? "ㅤthey could buy it, honestly; lena's fucking fast. but isn't a time under four and a half minutes pushing into world record territory? —not that she couldn't, but surely they would've heard something about it at that point, right?

ㅤㅤ" can believe the languages thing too, 'specially with all the time you've spent overseas... so s'gotta be the rubber band that's the lie. don't think it's impossible, but, like. those fuckers're flimsy as shit, no way you can keep it tight enough 'round a guy's throat without it snappin' on ya. ...but that's assumin' you're stranglin' him with it. —s'there another way you could do it? guess you might be able t' get someone to choke on one... eh, too much of a pain, i think that's definitely gotta be the lie. "

#chronal anomaly #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ answered: ic ⋮ i am a vulture that feeds on pain. #watch as they're completely wrong and her fastest mile is actually 5 mins lmfaksfjkdsf #they're gonna be so MAD if they're wrong (but also they'll REALLY wanna hear that rubber band story if it's true)

[shouga-nai]

@chronal-anomaly encounters Ramattra ~

"You," Ramattra's voice rumbled. "You were among them." That strike team deployed by Overwatch. Meddlesome, and an oversight on his part. The sight of her brought it all back clearly—

The uprising at King's Row, a vision of a new era. And where Lanet...

A familiar fury arose, bubbling within, threatening to reach boiling point. His staff might actually bend and break from sheer force if he'd grip any tighter.

"Fighting for purported glory, selling empty hopes and dreams... to what end?"

#chronal anomaly #war for peace || ramattra #hope this is okay!

[aquicksojourn]

ic interaction: @chronal-anomaly

WATCHPOINT: Gibraltar 1345 hours

❝ Remember Havana? ❞ It's been six long years since that crazy mission--the beginning of the end, honestly. During that, she's learned to make her peace. However, there's one thing that still bothers her about that mission. ❝ Did you ever manage to bring me back a souvenir? ❞

#chronal anomaly #alskdjfaslkhg sojourn wants a present

[nagweon]

ㅤ@chronal-anomalyㅤㅤ✧ㅤㅤsc.

ㅤhe's in the middle of pouring a small cup of water over the soil of the singular potted plant in the room when he hears the sound of the familiar footsteps that he's been half waiting for. while he's got a knack for recognizing most people based solely on the sounds they make while walking, lena's are especially easy to pick out — something about the tempo of her footfalls, or maybe it's the lightness of each step... whatever the case, si-u's head lifts as he hears her approaching the office.

ㅤㅤ" —i'm, uhm. i'm in here, " he calls in warning after a second of hesitation, not wanting to accidentally startle her with his presence when she enters the room. small smile offered once he hears her cross the threshold, he fidgets with the now-empty plastic cup. " i hope it's okay that i came in while you weren't here... i wanted to water the plant before i go home and— i mean, i thought you'd probably be at track practice by now, but i saw the door was open, so... "

#chronal anomaly #( si u ) / * ic . #( si u ) / * verse: modern . #casually just bringing back that lil plant she gave him #he just so badly wants to not be a hassle #even though keeping the plant in her office was lena's idea he's still just in this 'i shouldn't be in here' mindset #lmk if you'd like something else though!! <3

[tlacehualli]

@chronal-anomaly

"Calling yourself brave now? Bold words for a girl that can go invisible."

"Oh we talking shit? Okay, bet, gay ass. Lover en tus sueños, maybe."

#chronal anomaly #in your dreams - translation #mean every day