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Everybody wants to rule the world https://youtu.be/smSSSs46rng

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//ANA’S TAG IS BACK.

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There was something convinient in the Shrike’s ability to always find him when she needed to speak. It made for a lot less communication needed between them. He didn’t particularly LIKElingering in his home country - as much as he adored it, he still had many enemies there. Finding a safe place to stay grew harder and harder within Hanamura. As a result, he’d taken to procuring a small apartment in the city far beyond the little cliff village he grew up in.

His activities in Japan were entirely based on his mercenary missions, all jobs unrelated to any group he didn’t see fit to work for. Contrary to popular belief, he did have a CREED he stuck to without wavering, something that tended to make certain contractors angry with him. Not that it mattered - they couldn’t make him do anything.

Ana’s arrival is unexpected but welcome. While they couldn’t see each other often, he always enjoyed the conversations he had with her. That being said, even with her cordial greeting, he was exceedingly aware of WHY she had arrived.

“You do not intrude - but if I were to be so bold as to assume something of you, I would think you’ve come to ask about a certain CONTRACT,” he’s shifted away after closing the door, going into the kitchen where a kettle steams with water on the stove. “Someone named WINSTON, yes? I was approached with an…exuberant offer to say the least.”

“That would be correct.” She confirmed, unwilling to beat around the bush - she and Hanzo may in theory be competitors, but reality had brought them together more often than it had pitter them against each other. The world was vast enough for the two of them, and common goals and friends made for a powerful argument in favour of the cordiality that reigned between them. Ana pressed the button on the side of her head to retract her mask, and followed in her host’s footsteps.

“As I’m sure you already know, Winston was part of Overwatch, once upon a time. One of our top scientists, and a good friend.” The latter addition surely would not make a single difference to anyone else, but Ana deemed Hanzo deserving of her utmost honesty. Though she had never heard of him participating in any Talon operation, Ana knew it did not equate with fighting with the newly reformed Overwatch; they had many enemies out there, and the old commander hoped her young friend would not be one of them.

“I believe he has attracted... unwanted attention, lately.” Proving that something or someone had kept tabs on Overwatch’s old communication channels - much as she had. The Recall was a reckless idea, but what kind of mentor would she have been, all those years ago, if she didn’t at least tacitly support her old friends taking up arms? 

After all, dragon, shrike or gorilla of science, everyone had their own path of hope and redemption to follow. “I came to ask you not to take that contract.” 

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Ana Amari is the greatest wingman ever, fight me. [PATREON | STORENVY | ETSY | WEBCOMIC | REDBUBBLE | BUY HER A COFFEE]

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                                             I love my wrongs and I neglect my rights                                            But I turned all my doubts into dollar signs

                                you just can’t put a price on peace of mind.

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@ryujincrowned​ (cont.)

Ana rolled her eyes, deciding somewhat reasonably not to seek further argument for the sake of it with the leader of the Shimada clan, however tempting the prospect was. Disaster was the opportunity for old foes to sign truce and work hand in hand towards a common goal, and that was all this operation was. Hanamura needed to be rebuilt, its inhabitants needed medical assistance, food and shelter, and safety. Overwatch could provide them with half of these; the Shimadas had decided to provide the rest. 

War made heroes out of criminals in every part of the world, and Sojiro Shimada was no exception. He would return to his old ways soon enough, of that she was certain. 

“You have read too much Batman, Mr Shimada.” She commented (so much for the peaceful truce), crossing her arms over her chest, her watchful gaze contemplating the scene at their feet - two commanders of their own respective clans supervising operations from their glass tower. Ana itched to be on the ground, but there would be time for that later. Would Shimada follow and participate to the efforts in person? The man was a difficult one to read -  cool and composed, regal with blood-tainted hands in true yakuza fashion. To this day, Ana did not know what to make of him; and she compensated by making of him what she could of his many crimes. “Is there a point in re-building if you’re going to pillage it all again in two months?”

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Ana | Night Ops 

Unlike other children, young Fareeha never feared the dark, knowing full-well the dark feared her mother.

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14 bc of the one you sent me where they fall asleep together, or 20 because that's always funny, your choice ghosty ghost 8))

ஃ  ➡ send a number for… // @ncscope

there’s THREE THINGS he notes upon waking :

                       1. his arm is numb ;                       2. there’s a weight on his chest ;                       3. there’s a FOOT in his FACE.

disoriented, the soldier rears his head back as much as he’s able, blinking beyond the dredges of lingering SLEEP in order to better understand the situation he’s awoken in :

the numbness & unfamiliar weight are by cause of ana, tucked against his side with an arm slung over his stomach, dozing with her head on his collar as though his chest is at all comparable to the cushy pillows they’ve been supplied. 

for some moments he remains still to appreciate the sight of his friend ASLEEP, deep in well-deserved rest ; ana worked long & hard hours, keeping pace - and even at times OUTLASTING even the super-soldiers on her team.her resilience & determination outshine the best of them, her endeavors INSPIRING the REST of them—jack has seen her at the forefront of numerous hardships, overtaking hurdles with SKILL & GRACE—she’s UNSTOPPABLE, she’s POWERFUL—& she deserves SLEEP.

faint smile only GROWS on his lips, a faint TICKLE against his skin as her breath breezes across the fabric of his shirt ; but then there comes a soft SNORT as he takes note of the small spot of DROOL.

—attention then returns to the FOOT, a more PRESSING concern  ; blue gaze flicks beyond his shoulder, finding culprit to be FAREEHA, spread behind her mother’s shoulder, limbs starfished out as she dozes—he’s not sure when she entered the room ( last he recalled, he & ana had been discussing mission reports, inventory, & whatever else had been shoved into folders shoved into his hands ), but he appreciates that she’d taken care not to WAKE them. 

faint smile spreads further, heart SWELLING with adoration for the two who’ve broken into his space ; who he’d have invited WILLINGLY.

given his ARM is as deeply asleep as the amari girls, it takes some effort, but jack - who expresses affection well through CONTACT - manages enough energy to angle his elbow, tickling briefly at fareeha’s ankle before draping that arm around ana’s shoulders. with the COMFORT of the COMPANY, it doesn’t take long to again join them in rest.

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// Slight delay in replies and stuff, an important deadline has just been released and I’m freaking out (in the good way) and sending 100 emails a second, bear with me while I Adult and do all the things I should have done for the past two months but in like 2 days because I’m like that.

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                                        𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

                                                                ( fucked over by ghost /                                                                   canon compliant s:76. )

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         hiya  ,  it’s  maddie  with  yet  another  blog  !!  do  you  like  soft  scientists  ??  then  you  should  totally  promo  //  follow  my  mei-ling  zhou  from  ovw  !!  

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              @ncscope​ :  she follow him to hell and back without a second thought.

                jack :

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💛 - hateship ( enemies ) (duh)

@etiolee (Various shipping calls) (accepting.)

You know I love those fucking dumbass snipers who are at each other’s throat 24/7. Give me more of the hate, nerd.

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silent / action starters

“*ruffles your hair*”

“*finger guns*”

“*looks through your stuff*”

“*runs into at full speed*”

“*kisses your cheek*”

“*kicks*”

“*pulls on ski mask*”

“*licks lips*”

“*leaps into your arms*”

“*wiggles eyebrows*”

“*drags you away by the arm*”

“*rolls eyes*”

“*gives you the middle finger*”

“*pokes*”

“*begins to tap dance*”

“*eats a sandwich*”

“*puts hands on hips*”

“*gives thumbs up*”

“*blows you a kiss*”

“*punches your arm*”

“*cracks knuckles*”

“*starts rubbing your shoulders*”

“*takes shirt off*”

“*looks at disapprovingly*”

“*wipes tear away*”

“*taps foot*”

“*gestures to come closer*”

“*blows balloon*”

“*gets down on one knee*”

“*tackles you to the ground*”

“*lights candle*”

“*throws ball*”

“*makes a heart with hands*”

“*smirks*”

“*gives thumbs down*”

“*lifts you into the air*”

“*blows nose*”

“*paints your nails*”

“*puts head on your shoulder*”

“*trips you*”

“*sticks tongue out at*”

“*chokes on own spit*”

“*flexes*”

“*locks door*”

“*glares at*”

“*holds your hand*”

“*pinches*”

“*waves at*”

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(泣)