Overwatch Shenanigans

Ok. So this is the “Overwatch 2nd generation Kids meet the Old Soldiers headcanon + Echo” comic. I hope you enjoyed the ride, it was painful, I cried, so you have to cry with me, and you’re welcome.  A few comments:

Ana looking sad and thinking at Reinhardt, ofc. Who wouldn’t? Sorry Genji, but you don’t have a cooler beard.

Headcanon is Tracer insulting Morrison because now she’s in charge and a modern leader, and and I think that Jack in OW 2 won’t be their honorable commander anymore. Also Tracer baby-crying is my new weakness so why not?

I must thank @temple-secrets​ who whispered in my ears “Echo becoming Gabriel to convince Jack to do something” when we first saw her ultimate ability and my brain added the “naked” word because, c'mon, you know me.

Jack simply doesn’t care about anything that’s not Gabriel. Deal with it. This is canon. Trust me. Also, do you think that Echo is telling him the “don’t go is dangerous” thing because Gabriel actually told her that or only to protect Jack? Let me know.

This comic in a nutshell: “It’s not a (soldier) phase, mom!” Yeah. Jack simply doesn’t know how to evolve. And I love him, ok?

Echo in the last pic is like: “Oh, well. Angel of Death, right? Thanks for the hand, man, really, but I’m not helping you cleaning up this mess, ok? Gotta go save Paris. BYE!”

I’m glad I was able to pull off this comic in two days since I’m going to be pretty busy in the next months with other stuff and work. Thank you all. I hope you liked and cried a lot. I did.

The world is crazy rn, so time for indulgent yeehaws while I’m working on a commission and a comic.

“I can’t believe she’s gone.” “Neither do I.” “… but, why? And, where?!? Where do angels go when-” “In a better place.”

Death is never an easy thing to talk about. Neither to make art about. 

I drew this piece in 2018 and never posted it because I wasn’t ready to talk about the subject after what happened to my friend @wickedalbion, even if my inner me really wanted to, really needed to, since I was begging for someone to help me understand… to understand why death actually exist and can take anything from you. And anyone.

Some time passed and I still don’t understand a shit about death, but today, for some reason that I don’t fully comprehend as well, I feel ready to show you this. 

And I know you secretly missed my super sad and heartbreaking art, so don’t lie to yourself and smash that reblog button.

Team Talon blast off at the speed of light! 

Surrender now or prepare to fight!

“Damn you was so young”