it's the last one, I promise :D @neathbound-fiends's Elliott Marsh
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i absolutely adore your writing but im not exactly that fond of overwatch so i was wondering if you could tell me your headcanons for ramattra? or just what you like about him!!!!
I never know how to simplify characters down into headcanons, so I'll go for the latter jfhsdgh
Hmmm I think what really drew me to him is... he's just so tragic. Like, he's gorgeous and his voice is divine, but he's just a couple years too late on being fixed with hugs.
He's so, so sad. He wants to do right by people, and spent considerable time trying to be a better person only to feel like he was going nowhere. All that time his discontent is brewing and getting worse and worse until he just can't take it anymore. He leaves Nepal trying to find any solution to his peoples' suffering- which is so noble it hurts- and only ends up getting more and more radicalized until he's left with this angry, empty shell whose only purpose is to fix the entire world.
It's all the complexity to him. He wants to make the world better, and yet is so far gone he thinks he can do it by kidnapping and brainwashing omnics. He's angry and short-tempered and yet also polite and courteous and has such a deep curiosity. And while he's trying to save every other omnic on the planet, he's locked himself into self-isolation and he's so, so lonely.
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ok . conchcept art for calchas. since u asked so nicely (im most in favor of the last one)
OOOOOOOO GRABBING HIM AND SHAKING HIM AROUND!!!!
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on cracker island it was born
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Bb you’re scaring me I think we have to break up 😔
dont tell me its because of mr bobinsky? :(((((
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big hatori brainrot today
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THE BYERS HOUSEHOLD IS MUCH CALMER THAN YOURS. there’s no screaming tavvy or prying livvy and dru or ty telling you another billion and one facts he’s read on the internet today. you love them, you do. parenthood forced onto you at the ripe age of twelve and you’ve been wearing it well. you have your routines to keep yourself afloat. always trying and mostly succeeding at staying five steps ahead of everything. you’ve perfected your uncle’s signature for field trip permission slips and school excuses, you’ve gotten your voice down on the phone to pay the bills, you’ve learned to cook, to clean. emma helps and god, do you appreciate her even more for that. like tonight, she’s babysitting while you stay over at @wizardslays’ for an art project. you haven’t known him very long and you’ve never been one to trust easy, but something about him and his family makes you feel relaxed. maybe it’s the weed, you think, and you let out a laugh that makes you cover your mouth with the hand that isn’t holding the joint. that one reaches out to pass it back to will, a dopey grin hidden behind your hand. “i think it’s starting to hit.” you admit if only to cover why you laughed, eyes looking over will before you lean back on your hands to glance up at the sky. hard to see the stars beneath the los angeles haze, but you have a creative mind. you know what it should look like. “think we’ll still remember how to paint in a few minutes?”
[ COMPANY ] for muses to sit on a balcony or roof together sharing a drink/food/joint etc
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