#okamii

my half of an art trade with  @okamii  because like uncle like niece! d.va in hanzo’s okami sin. also i just realized it looks like she came out of a 90s anime

❛ you a local man? ‘cause you look the part. nice t’have someone that knows the terrain.❜

the last time he’d been in japan was during blackwatch ; back when he was content with being a no-brainer and almost- order follower (’almost’ in that he had a tendency to wander and take measures into his own hands, but who could blame him? as heavy with seemingly-sacramental value the nation’s air held, it really was beautiful).  the circumstances this time are different, of course ; but it’s hard to figure out where to start when it came to that. his aged face, a more expensive cigar held in his teeth, the acclimated distaste of the now-milder climate of midautumn, reminiscent of east coast states dull in their visitation. minor things. big things. the biggest was his mission statement, of course, and the fact that there technically was none.

     CAUCHEMAR.     he may never know the truth. it takes a long moment for the spider to respond , instead pondering upon his words slowly , quietly.

     ❝ me ? i wasn’t caught. ❞

     it is not far from the truth , golden eyes trained on the ground beneath her. overwatch has no business , she thinks , meddling in her personal affairs , questioning the logic of the woman who lives within her. ( too long , talon ; usually they are more careful to handle her mind than this , but a day too long and the frenchwoman had taken it upon herself with her newfound freedom to run to her late husband’s organization , in hopes of escape. she could have killed them both , the fool. )

     ❝ don’t mistake the two of us ; we are not the same. ❞

tbh my fav is when people on my get salty when I go hanzo but guess who’s the one with gold medals at the end :~)

LET PEOPLE PLAY WHO THEY WANT TO PLAY

            zenyatta’s  always  wanted  to  meet  the  other  shimada  brother  ,  despite  things  he  might’ve  heard  .  hands  raise  palm  up  in  case  of  any  sort  of  hostility  that  may  come  from  the  other  .  a  smile  permeates  from  his  face  plate  ,  if  not  a  little  saddened  at  the  state  of  the  brothers  . 

                          “     greetings  ,  hanzo  .  might  i  join  you  for  some  meditation  ?     ”

                   ❛               HOW   do  you  use  this  thing  anyway   ?    it’s    ANCIENT.                   ❜                she  doesn’t  ask  to  handle  the  bow,    sneaks  to  ‘borrow’  it  when  his  back  is  turned.      she  squints,  unevenly  raises  the  drawn  arrow  the  sky  and  huffs  a  few  soft    ‘ PEW PEW ’s    under  her  breathe  before  loosing  the  arrow  into  an  overhead  chandelier.              ❛            . . .    OOPS.               ❜