#omnics

Headcanon explorations for what Shion's og combat bot form may have looked like. So far we have no idea what she may have looked like but I wanted to flex some speculative creative muscles and draw from the omnic designs we already have and make my own version for Shion. Based this heavily off Ramattra's design but with tweaks to differentiate. And ofc included the new vs damaged versions.

We really need an omnic dps.

“But we’re getting another omnic in the future” Leaks, from guy who leaked Sierra or something, says that they will most likely be a support.

So we have 2 tanks and ?2? supports.

“But Echo-” It’s complicated. Technically, she's not an omnic.

Dunno who is the giver of the headpats and don't really care, I just wanna see some Ram fluff :3 so pick whoever you are in the mood to write for, be it Reader or Zen or anyone else :)

Fluff you say? I got you ;3

"Your form has been lacking, Ramattra. Straighten your back, and stop hunching your shoulders."

Master Mondatta gave Ramattra a tap on the back, and pushed his shoulders slightly to encourage the right posture for meditation.

"Master Mondatta, is the perfect form not more important for humans, to avoid discomfort?" Ramattra had studied the form in books about Buddhism he had found in the monastery library. While not a requirement for the monks, Ramattra enjoyed spending his free time learning about the similarities and motivations from the ancient human religion.

"Perhaps. But for us, it helps keep our focus, keep us centered. You will feel The Iris flow from your feet to your fingertips better when you are properly postured."

Zenyatta sat silent and perfectly poised next to them both; he was rarely ever corrected for his posture. His orbs floated and chimed around him, whereas Ramattra still struggled to get his off the ground.

"You will also find control of your orb comes with a secure form. Do not fret over another's progress, focus on only yourself."

Of course knowing the descriptions in texts could only take him so far, but Ramattra still did not understand why he could not achieve the same harmony of which his brother displayed. Master Mondatta was probably correct, he had been focusing too much on his brother's success. Ramattra shifted and straightened himself again, receiving an approving nod from Master Mondatta before he moved on to attend to another.

Ramattra shut off his optics, just as meditating humans would close their eyes to achieve a more focused mind. He found his breath, breathing in and out in time as he counted from one to five. Time became null as he meditated, not really certain that he would find his orb this time but knowing it didn't necessarily matter for each session (even if he wanted it to).

And then he heard it. It was not a chime like his brother's- rather a dull hum. He noticed too, that he could feel it. A connection, like the orb was merely an extension of himself that was only now gaining its sensations to the world.

He dared turn on one optic; the orb remained floating before him, unbothered. He turned on the other and fully witnessed his achievement. The elation he felt was like no other he had ever experienced! Master Mondatta had been right, of course.

Ramattra jumped slightly to the hand on his head, and his orb vibrated briefly but never left the air.

Master Mondatta patted Ramattra's head a few more times. He had anticipated today would be the day he would witness his pupil's efforts finally reward him.

"I am proud of you, Ramattra," was all Master Mondatta said before moving on, not wanting to make a scene and interrupt the focus of the other monks still deep in meditation.

Ramattra was still processing the pats from Master Mondatta when he felt another hand on his head, repeating the gesture.

"I never lost faith in you, brother." Zenyatta withdrew his hand with a chuckle and returned to his perfect positioning.

Please may I have headcannons or small drabble with Ramattra x chronically fatigued human reader plz xxx thank you!

hiiii ♥ thank you & I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things ; w ;

Nearly halfway up the steps back to the Monastery, you were already winded. The chill in the air that bit down to the bone did not help, even bundled as you were in your monk robes, piled high with scarves and hands tucked away in mittens, the cold was in you. You huffed, sitting down on the stairs, looking up at your companion as you dropped the bundle of supplies next to you. 

“I hate when it’s my turn to get supplies,” You grumbled, mostly to yourself. 

Ramattra tilted his head, looking down at you, “They are mostly for you, you know.”