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klowns-oc-sthuff · 1 year ago

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⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ - Crash [Passing Out], Self-amputation, Trauma [Loneliness, PTSD].

Despite having so many skilled heroes on his side, Cassidy still decides to set out to find another ally, already knowing who he wants- no, who Overwatch needs...

Pietra crosses his arms as his blue eyes gaze up at the big screen, his eyebrows knitted together as he looks at the familiar figure who talks with the Base’s soldiers; just what did this man want?

But either way, Pietra is well aware what such a visit from armed people means; a new alliance, or rather the hope of a new alliance…

Sighing, Pietra gestures for a group of four soldiers to follow him; he felt lightly pissed as this was his only day off of the month, the last thing he wanted was trouble on this day “Pietra? What are your orders? Should we deal with him?” One of the soldiers nervously asked, her gaze shifting to look at the ground in front of her as her arms rest at her sides, following the taller man in front of her.

Pietra shakes his head, looking in front of him as he turns the corner, nearing the meeting place where the figures are located “No, talking will do, but keep your weapons ready… this man’s dangerous. Don’t get swayed, va bene?” He says, his voice modulated tone making the built man sounding deeper and colder than he is.

The soldier nods in agreement, gesturing for the rest of the soldiers to check their weapons “You know this person, Pietra?” She asks with curiosity and light surprise “Yes, I recognize him from a classified mission…” Pietra answers with a light nod, glancing behind him and looking down at the soldier “You worked with him?” Another soldier questions, raising his eyebrows with pure surprise “What part of ‘Classified Mission’ do you not understand?” Pietra bites back with a sharp tone in his modulated, cold voice, causing said soldier to stiffen, looking away from Pietra.

“I don’t wanna cause a stir, sir, just want to talk to Pietra, that’s all.” Cassidy says, taking his hat off, his smooth southern accented tone sounding as polite as he could “Non importa. This is a military base, not a bar. If you want to talk to Pietra, you have to follow your chain of command.” The soldier supervising the gates of the Base says, his thick italian accented tone sounding as annoyed as it possibly could “I assume you know how to do that?” He sasses, looking at Cassidy up and down with furrowed brows.

“Soldier!” Pietra shouts as he nears the meeting place, his blue eyes set on looking at the said soldier in the eyes “I’ll handle the situation from here. Go back to your post.” He says, nodding at the soldier’s previous post, his eyes fixed on the man’s own gaze; it made a shiver run down of the soldier’s spine… after all, such a cold gaze coming from Pietra would cause anyone to fall silent and obey.

Doing what he is told, Pietra stares at the soldier as he walks back to his post, then turns his gaze to Cassidy, looking up at the cowboy, his hands in his pockets, nodding at Cassidy, waiting for him to speak; Pietra knew what Cassidy wanted to say, and he was already ready to reject him.

“Though you worked alone, sir?” Cassidy chuckles as he places his hat back on his head, his usual smirk on his face. Pietra blinks in surprise, not expecting such friendliness “I do, I just reside here for professional purposes…” He simply replies “Ascolta, I know why you’re here, signore, and I’m not sorry when I tell you that I’m not even in the least bit of interested…” Pietra continues, shaking his head “But you came from far away, so in order for this trip of yours to not be wasted, I suggest taking a stroll around here…” He says, sighing at the end as he raises his right arm, the holographic screen on his sleeve showing a multitude of tourist places around Rome “You’re welcomed to stay in Rome as long you want…” He says, sending the files to Cassidy, then flicking his wrist to turn off the holographic screen. Giving a nod to Cassidy, Pietra turns to leave “I just came to talk business, we can do that civilly, I hope?” Cassidy speaks up, which causes Pietra to stop in his tracks and look at the cowboy from over his shoulder “Ho detto il mio… leave, please.” Pietra says, his blue eyes staring into Cassidy’s brown eyes.

Cassidy takes a step forward, causing the soldiers to place their hands on their guns strapped to their hips “You’re not even the slightly bit curious in what I have to say?” Cassidy says, raising his hands and looking at Pietra. Pietra grunts, looking forward again “No, because I’ve heard the speech over and over again” The italian responds, beginning to get even more pissed, but his thoughts are interrupted by the Base’s main alarm ringing loudly “Intruso, Intruso! La sicurezza della base è violata!” the speaker’s robotic voice announces.

Pietra’s blue eyes widen in alert, looking at the small holographic screens that began to appear around the area “D’you my help, Pietra?” Cassidy offers, grabbing his gun and cocking it as his brow eyes shift between the Italian man and the gun “No, for all I could know you’re part of this…” Pietra answers harshly as his eyes scan the three figures entering the Base’s arsenal through the broken wall ‘Omnics? Why are they in the arsenal?’ Pietra thinks with curiosity, his mechanical hand’s palm now shining with a black light “Think that, maybe, they plan on stealing weapons?” Cassidy hypothesizes as he takes a step closer to Pietra, his loaded and cocked gun in his hand as he looks up at the screen “Or maybe activate them.” The masked Italian concludes, turning to look at the soldiers behind him “Lock the Base down! Nobody walks in or out! Chiaro?!” He shouts the command at the female soldier in front before he runs off toward the arsenal, his mechanical hand in front of him as the black sections of the arm begin to light up, an ever-so-soft whirring sound coming from Pietra’s palm.

Pietra’s blue eyes scanned the entrance of the arsenal, a quiet ‘tsk’ coming from his lips ‘My mech isn’t going to fit…’ He thinks with annoyance; he knows that this predicament means that he’s forced to fight these omnics without his mech, but rather head-on, and while it isn’t a big problem for him, it still slows him down and makes the process much more difficult ‘You’ve done this before, Max! You’ve fought omnics twice your size without your mech and you won…’ He encourages himself, quietly opening the door and stalking in the shadows of the arsenal as his blue eyes stare out the omnics who tamper with the various dangerous and lethal weapons ‘They’re not as big as the ones back then, but they’re still bigger than I am…’ He ponders, his eyebrows furrowing at the disadvantage he holds.

One of the omnic stops working on the weapons in front of it and snaps its head to look behind, its camera zooming in and out at the shade behind it; Pietra freezes, closing his mechanical hand into a fist which causes the whirring and lights to cease, his heart beating hard against his chest…

Cocking its weapon, the omnic points it toward the shade, its camera turned red as a loud sound played from the omnic, ready to shoot its weapon toward the shade its looking at; Pietra gasps softly and rolls away with a quiet grunt, his blue eyes closing as the omnic shoots at the spot ‘How did it see me?!’ The Italian ponders with panic, opening his mechanical hand and pointing it toward the, now, aggressive omnic, hitting the omnic’s camera which cause it to stumble backward with a loud whirring.

The other two omnics turn their heads toward Pietra, their cameras turning red as they raise their weapons toward the Italian, shooting the same red beam of the other omnic. Pietra shoots at the barrels of the other two omnics, throwing a punch at the camera of the omnic that spotted him, then gripping its head and ripping it off with a loud and powerful grunt, using it to smash the dismantled omnic’s gun, effectively rendering the omnic decommissioned.

Tossing the dismantled and smashed omnic’s head aside, Pietra turns to look at the other two omnics, his blue eyes shifting to look at one of the omnics, who seems to be connecting themselves to the arsenal’s control system ‘I have to stop it! If it transfers its system into the arsenal’s control system, who knows what this might do!’

Running toward said omnic with his mechanical arm lightly extended in front of him, the light whirring sound from Pietra’s hand is heard again as his palm opens, but he gasps lightly as the second omnic lunges to him and throws him againts the wall, sending the italian tumbling in the bricks with a soft sound of pain escaping his lips.

Growling in annoyance, Pietra shoots at the omnic, but the omnic dodges the projectiles swiftly, charging at Pietra again and slamming him further in the wall. Pietra grunts once more and roughly places his mechanical hand on the omnic hip, shooting and pushing the omnic down with all the force his injured body could muster, his blue eyes staring down the omnic with rage.

With a couple of seconds of struggling, the omnic finally shuts down as Pietra rips its bust off, kicking the dismantled legs to the third omnic, which causes said omnic to stumble lightly, turning his head to face Pietra.

The Italian stands up with a growl, his blue eyes staring daggers into the third omnic as he tosses the dismantled second omnic to the side “You want to end up like your friends?” Pietra growls at the omnic as he re-loads his projectiles. The omnic wips it head back to the arsenal’s control system; 60% reached, but the omnic knew it has little time to complete the transfer, which causes it to place its other hand on the control system, doubling the speed of completion.

Pietra begins to run toward the omnic, but he halts his footsteps as he feels a metal hand grasping his ankle; raising a brow and looking down, his blue eyes widen lightly as he sees the second omnic’s hand grasping him, pulling him down on the ground with a distorted sound of seemingly anger coming out of it. Pietra stumbles backward, pointing his mechanical hand to the omnic’s head, but the omnic places its other hand on Pietra’s hand, slowly crushing his hand in an attempt to disarm the Italian; the omnic’s head is so close to Pietra’s, its camera red and buzzing.

Pietra gasps and closes his eyes as a bullet flies into the side of the omnic’s head, turning his head to the side as the omnic crashes down, effectively decommissioned and sparking. Opening his eyes and kicking the omnic off of him, Pietra looks up as he hears a chuckle “You’re welcome, Pietra…” Cassidy’s southern accent is heard as he places his gun in the holster, walking toward the Italian man as his brown eyes observe him, extending his hand to him “I had it…” Pietra grumbles, standing up on his own, refusing Cassidy’s helping hand.

Cassidy chuckles again, crossing his arms as he shakes his head “Of course you did…” He says as he keeps looking at Pietra “Leave, you’ll get in my way…” Pietra retorts, pushing Cassidy back, then turning to face the third omnic; 85%… Pietra needed to hurry…

“I ain’t going nowhere, Pietra…” Cassidy bites back, grabbing his gun again and facing the omnic as well “If you want to prove to me that you’re a good guy, stai perdendo tempo!” Pietra raises his voice at the southerner, which only causes Cassidy to chuckle again. Pietra growls in annoyance, side-eyeing Cassidy with a frown under his mask “You get in my way, I won’t hesitate to decommission you, got it?” Pietra warns the southerner with venom in his tone “Don’t you worry ‘bout that, I’m a team player…” Cassidy laughs lightly, shooting a bullet at the omnic’s shoulder, causing the bullet to bounce off, making a small dent. Pietra shoots at the other shoulder, which causes the omnic’s arm to fall “The hell are those bullets made of?” Cassidy questions with confusion “The better question is what are your bullets made of that you can’t tear through them, Cowboy!” Pietra raises his voice mid-sentence as he rushes to the omnic, shooting at the other arm, jumping and locking the omnic’s head between his thighs and covering the omnic’s camera, which causes the omnic to disconnect its hands from the control system, but Cassidy’s eyes widen with alarm as his brown eyes look at the arsenal “Pietra!” He shouts, shooting bullets to the omnic’s legs, but groans with annoyance as the bullets don’t even dent the metal “I’m in the middle of something!” The italian shouts back, shooting into the omnic’s camera and tossing it to the wall, hopping off of it with a grunt, his mechanical palm whirring.

Pietra raises a brow as the omnic zooms away, taking off into the sky “Ma che-“ Pietra’s sentence of confusion is cut short when Cassidy rushes to him and grabs him by the wrist “We gotta get a move on, this place’s gonna blow!” He shouts with alarm. Pietra looks at the control system: 100%…

Pietra’s eyes widen with alarm and fear; quickly brushing off Cassidy’s hand from his wrist as the two step outside, raising his mechanical arm to the sky and activating his mech. Cassidy backs away, holding onto his hat as he looks up at Pietra, who now stands inside the mech at a much taller height than him “Hold on tight!” Pietra shouts, grabbing Cassidy and holding the southerner close to him and wrapping the huge mechanical arms around the man, protecting and shielding him.

After what seems like hours of waiting, the arsenal blows up, sending the two men flying to the other side of two traffic-ridden streets, at least 30 meters, into the blue sky and crashing into hard ground.

With a groan, Cassidy opens his eyes, pushing the mech’s hands off of him and slowly standing up, rolling off of Pietra, placing his hat back on “I ain’t paying for that ride again…” The cowboy jokes with a chuckle as he dusts himself off “Gotta admit, the safety was top-notch, I ain’t got even a scratch!” He continues, this time taking his hat off and fixing his hair, but he raises a brow when he hears nothing from the Italian “Pietra?” He calls out with confusion, looking over his shoulder at him.

Cassidy’s brown eyes show fear and alarm; Pietra… he’s not moving… “Pietra!” He raises his voice with alarm, rushing toward the meched-up Italian, tapping on the mech’s thick glass in hopes of waking him up “Hey! You hear me?!” Cassidy shouts with worry as for all he could know, Pietra could be injured, or worse. Delivering a bang to the thick glass, Cassidy’s brown eyes scan the huge mech; what could he to help? He has no clue on how to operate this suit! He can’t just leave him here…

With a low and pained groan, Pietra’s blue eyes slowly open, looking around the unfamiliar room ‘Wh… Where am I?’ The Italian man wonders as the exhaustion and mild pain begins to sit in ‘Was I…?’ He thinks once more, the pain and exhaustion quickly replaced with alarm, shooting up from his lying position and propping himself up with his hands, scanning the room with, now, wide blue eyes “Hey, easy there!” A rather friendly and chill unfamiliar voice interjects, the man turns to Pietra and looks down at the Italian with a warm smile “You took quite a hit, you know! You shouldn’t move so much.” The man speaks again, walking to the Italian as he holds a glass of water and a tablet of pills.

Pietra looks up at the man, who’s seemingly a medic, his blue eyes showing nothing but coldness and hostility toward the unfamiliar man “I didn’t expect my kidnapper to be so friendly with me…” Pietra says, his tone softer and gentler because of the missing mask around his face, yet still clearly cold and hostile. With a chuckle, the medic shakes his head and places the items on the nearby table “Kidnapper? Me? Now that’s funny!” The medic answers, pulling up a stool with wheels and placing it near Pietra’s bed, sitting down and looking at the Italian, his friendly smile not fading “I guess you’d prefer ‘torturer’, doc?” Pietra retorts, sarcasm laced in his tone as he says the last word, shifting to sit up and staring at the medic with sharp eyes. The medic sighs, shaking his head again and grabbing a clipboard from the same desk “I’m not a bad guy, I swear…” He says as he looks down at the clipboard, scanning the pages “You’re in Watchpoint: Gibraltar’s medical wing and I’m your medic, Baptiste” Baptiste says, not taking his eyes off of the clipboard as he flips through the pages.

With a sigh, Pietra crosses his legs under the bedsheets, looking around the room as his eyes set on his black armor patches which sit in a metal box “Thanks for the help, dottore, but I’ll be taking my leave.” Pietra says, taking the covers off and swinging his legs to the edge of the medical bed, his long black hair draping his figure as the ends of his hair rest of his lap and bed “I’ll send you the pay when I get back to Italy, grazie…” He continues, reaching over for the glass of water and the tablet of pills, taking two and gulping them down alongside the water “I’m sorry, but you’re not cleared yet, Caputo…” Baptiste retorts with a firm tone, setting down the clipboard and placing his right ankle over his left knee, looking at Pietra with a more stern expression.

With sharp eyes and a cold tone, Pietra scoffs, leaning over and looking at the medic in the eyes “You tell anyone you saw my face, I will hunt you down and do worse than kill you, capito?” Pietra threatens Baptiste; yet, the medic seems unfazed, merely giving Pietra the same cold expression, leaning over lightly “That doesn’t work with me…” The Haitian retorts, his tone deep and serious.

Pietra merely chuckles lightly, eyeing the medic up and down with intrigue, but before he can say anything, Baptiste speaks up again “You and I are going to be partners from now on, and I have no doubt we’ll have fun…” He says, leaning away from the Italian, his friendly smile lightly returning, his tone softening. Pietra leans away as well, looking to the side with the same serious expression and sharp eyes ‘Partners?’ The Italian ponders ‘Me and a guy I’ve never met until today, working side-by-side?’ He ponders once more, his gaze shifting to his mechanical arm…

Massimo pants and groans, struggling to stand up as his left arm pounds with excruciating pain, his blue eyes filled with tears as the heavy rain falls on his injured body. Groaning once more, Massimo gives up on trying to stand up, crashing down on the ground on his back as he clutches his bleeding left arm ‘I-I can’t… I can’t leave it bleed…’ He ponders with a frown as tears fall to his face ‘It’s already dead… I just need… I just need to…’ His eyes shift to a sharp piece of metal not too far from him, shakily extending his right arm to it, grabbing it with much struggle, looking up at it as he holds it. Giving a big shaky sigh, Massimo places the sharp metal on his left shoulder, closing his eyes. Screams rip through his throat; Massimo is only thankful that he’s alone. Nobody can see him like this… so weak, so pathetic…

Closing his eyes with a sharp inhale, Pietra’s body tenses as the memory of that horrible night fill his mind, his face turned toward the bed with a light frown; Baptiste merely gives Pietra a pat on his knee, looking at him with understanding “Come on, your stuff’s already in our room…” The Haitian says, standing up “‘Our room’? What, we’ll be sharing a room?” Pietra questions with light annoyance, crossing his arms and looking up at the medic “It’s either that, or the couch in the common room, Pietra…” Baptiste chuckles lightly, nodding at the exit to the room with a light smile. Pietra scoffs with furrowed brows, then chuckles with a light smile after a few seconds “I get my own bedroom, I hope.” The Italian questions, looking at the medic up and down with another chuckle “Yes, well… a shame, isn’t it?” Baptiste jokes with a wink, which causes the Italian raise his eyebrows with a questioning gaze.

Cassidy chuckles lightly as he looks at the two men conversing, his cigar between his lips as he crosses his arms “Those two are gonna help each other a whole lot, you know…” He chuckles, side-eyeing Pharah with a light smile “If you say so, Cole… I’m just glad he’s on our side.” She says, crossing her arms as well as she looks at Pietra, whose back is turned toward the door as he stands up from the medical table, grabbing his mask and placing it on.

Baptiste chuckles lightly, wrapping his arm around Pietra’s shoulder and nudging him lightly, looking down at the shorter Italian “Need help settling in, roomie?” The Haitian questions as the two begins to walk out of the room “I’ll cut your tongue off if you call me that again…” Pietra growls lightly, looking away from the medic and crossing his arms “You are not a people-person, are you?” Baptiste chuckles again, which only causes Pietra to mumble “Shut up…” but his gaze softens significantly as he looks at Cassidy as the pair passes him, who shoots him a wave with a smile ‘Maybe… Overwatch won’t be the worst idea for now…’

Here it is, Pietra’s ‘New Blood’ Issue! Holy crap, this took me so long to write but I’m super proud of this! Stay tuned on this blog to find out more about Pietra! Who knows, maybe in the near future you’ll find out about his past with a… certain inventor? Hm, wonder who that could be?

Once again, if you have questions or curiosities about this OC or any other on my blog, don’t hesitate to send in an ask about them!

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wildissylupus · 2 years ago

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AGREED, SO VERY MUCH AGREED!!

Cassidy has evolved from being the big brother to being the dad and I am HERE FOR IT!!

I find it very funny that the new comics revealed that its not Morrison who's the "dad" of the new recruits- BUT CASSIDY

Morriston is more like the grumpy grampa who goes "back in my day..."

Cassidy is now EXACTLY in Reyes' place when he found himself with two teenagers with issues under his care.

Honestly I want to see Cassidy, D.va, Zarya, Pharah and Baptiste as found family (not counting that Cassidy and Pharah already have a familial relationship of sorts)

#overwatch comic #overwatch new blood #new blood comics #cole cassidy #overwatch zarya #overwatch dva #overwatch pharah #overwatch baptiste #THEY ARE FOUND FAMILY YOUR HONOR

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stoshasaurus · 7 months ago

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ramv1 ahead. trigger warning for blood and amputation below the cut. viewer discretion is advised.

gift-giving, but like. in the way that cats do it.

what do you think. is genji dead or not?

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diverbots · 1 year ago

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Assorted rammax n' Maximilien art.

#art #overwatch #ramattra #maximilien #rammax #blood #Most of it is new but the bottom art is from May lol.

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the-southern-cereal-king · 7 months ago

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#ultrakill #ultrakill gabriel #gabriel ultrakill #zenyatta #overwatch #overwatch 2 #ow #new blood #v1 ultrakill #v2 ultrakill #minos prime

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wildissylupus · 2 years ago

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Ask and you shall receive!

They have a found family dynamic, Cassidy is the dad of the group

If you think Baptiste would be the other parent your wrong, he is the problematic eldest who keeps getting into trouble with Talon

Pharah is the only one in the group allowed to touch Cassidy's hat

Zarya and Pharah have weight lifting competitions, Pharah ends up having to go to Baptiste after every time

DVA is trying and kinda succeeding in teaching the group different video games

Cassidy and DVA have a Father-Daughter relationship and you cannot tell me otherwise

Baptiste and Cassidy flirt with each other constantly, no one knows if it's a competition or if they are genuinely flirting and they are afraid to ask

Cassidy's jokes are the only jokes Pharah laughs at

Pharah and Zarya are like older sister to DVA

Cassidy as a leader is a combination of Ana and Reyes, which is fun cause he's competent and can improvise, but terrifying cause he got the ominous aura of Gabe and the death stare of Amari

Luckily it's a lot harder to piss Cassidy then it was for Ana or Gabe so they don't have to worry about it too much

Cassidy is the least impulsive of the group... which is concerning for obvious reasons

They're all accustomed to different climates so there has been a constant exchange of clothes

Zarya, Batiste and DVA were all genuinely surprised to see how close Cassidy and Pharah already were with eachother

After a few moths they all started bullying Cole because they realised he was actually chill and not putting up an act

Zarya actually asked Cassidy to help her unlearn the behaviour she had towards Omnics, which Cassidy was more then happy to help her with

Cassidy is genuinely a good leader and often includes everyone on mission planning so everyone can come to an agreement (he's already determined to not make the same mistakes Reyes did)

Cassidy, Zarya and Pharah are early birds, Baptiste has a fluctuating sleep schedule and when asked DVA will simply reply "sleep is for the weak"

Cassidy has had to drag her ass to bed on multiple occasions

Everyone except Zarya has had experience with mechanics and bond over it, Zarya is very confused but enjoys that most of them have something in common

Cassidy and Baptiste are really good at doing the girls hair, they can even do really fancy stuff but often don't cause they don't have the time nor reason

Cassidy is actively learning or has learned the native languages of each New Blood member, he's also learning how to cook they're favourite food from their respective countries in order to treat home sickness

Baptiste got whiplash from the differences of how Overwatch treated each other compared to Talon

Come on everyone! Give your headcanon on this band !

#new blood comics #overwatch new blood #cassidy is a dad now #overwatch headcanons #overwatch headcanon #overwatch comic #overwatch zarya #overwatch 2 #cole cassidy #overwatch dva #overwatch baptiste #overwatch pharah

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brigneyspears · 11 months ago

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"Comfortable"

Synopsis: Baptiste experiences conflicting feelings while taking some time to breathe after his first mission with Overwatch, finding comfort from an unexpected place. a/n: HI! this is the first in what will hopefully be a series of short, fluff stories about some of my favourite Overwatch heroes. It's just for fun, and hopefully a way for me to flex my writing muscles as I haven't in a long time. I try to adhere to canon as much as possible, but there will definitely be some inconsistencies. Enjoy :)

Baptiste was sat in the lower deck of the ship, absentmindedly fiddling with the strap on his glove. Since he linked up with Cole Cassidy, and the rest of his recruits, his mind has been cluttered with the conflicting feelings that came with choosing a side.

He’d done so before, of course, but often wondered whether it was a choice or more just an instinctive act of self preservation. Was it the commitment that scared him? Whether it’s Overwatch or Talon, his latest choice will send him on a new, unwritten path. While this new direction will surely be more altruistic than his previous, it is sure to be just as dangerous, if not more so. The stakes have never been higher than they are right now, and while perhaps Baptiste didn’t like to admit it, that scared him. Just as he felt as if these thoughts were about to overwhelm him, a hand gently tapped him on the shoulder.

“You awake, partner? Wasn’t sure if you’d drifted off…” Cassidy said, sitting opposite Baptiste at the table. He laid his hat down like a cowboy walking into a bar, not unlike the ones Baptiste remembers seeing in those old black and white movies. He couldn’t remember what they were saying, but the images flashed across his mind. It was oddly comforting in a way.

“I’m awake, mon ami. Just… thinking.” Baptiste replied. Cassidy paused before responding, trying to read Baptiste’s expression. Sometimes it’s best not to pry, if someone is lost in their head. Cassidy decided to make light of things instead.

“Too much thinking can be dangerous.” Cassidy replied, with a smirk. He lit a cigar and leant back in his seat, stretching dramatically. Baptiste smirked slightly, unable to avoid noticing quite how handsome Cassidy looked as he stretched out.

“Is that so? I guess you’re probably safe then. I don’t get the impression that you do a lot of thinking, vachér. And…” Baptiste paused and looked at Casidy’s cigar, “I’m not sure Fareeha will approve of you smoking on the jet.”

“Well, I guess it’s a mighty good thing she’s a little preoccupied flying the thing right now, ain’t it?” Cassidy retorts, smirking as he lets out an exaggerated puff of smoke. Baptiste enjoys the smell of the cigar, it invokes another fragmented childhood memory. Sitting outside a corner store with a friend, kicking his feet and getting the faintest smell of cigar smoke from the man that ran the store. Again, it’s just flashes. Like the black and white cowboy movies, except this was real. And of course, all before his world went to hell. The first time it did so, anyway.

“True. I wouldn’t like to get on her bad side, or Zarya’s for that matter. I’d be careful, cowboy.” Baptiste replies, laughing to himself slightly.

“I’d be more scared of Song if I was you, she’s a firecracker.” Cassidy replies, letting out another exaggerated plume of smoke. Baptiste couldn’t help but notice how… easy it felt to be around Cole. As someone that has spent a large part of their life running, or at least wanting to, when he found someone he felt good around, it usually gave him reason to stay. He’d found that once before, a lifetime ago, but he couldn’t think about that now.

“Fair, fair. I’ll give you that. Who would’ve thought the cowboy would be the least intimidating member of our little squad?” Baptiste jokes, giving Cassidy a wink.

“Now, now… Don’t break my heart here.” Cassidy replies, smirking at Baptiste as he stubs the cigar out on the table. “Don’t panic, I’m gonna clean it up.” He grumbled as he threw the stub in the bin. “And you know I’m the second least intimidating, the least being yourself, of course.”

Baptiste feigned outrage, gasping exaggeratedly and giving Cassidy a look. “You know I have a rifle in my bag, right?” He asked, laughing out loud. “And, well, if you’re the second-least intimidating, you are also the second most handsome. I’ve got you beat there.” Baptiste smirks.

Cassidy matches his smirk, “well, I’m almost flattered you think I’m the second most handsome.” Baptiste can’t help but blush, he looks down at the table before returning his gaze to meet Cassidy’s. He had briefly, although not deeply, touched on his blossoming attraction to Cassidy with Fareeha earlier, but in this moment where it felt like they could almost be flirting - it was paralysing.

“You know, I might try and get some sleep.” Baptiste said, standing up abruptly and heading in the direction of the two bunks. One was occupied by Zarya, the other had been occupied by Cassidy, until he emerged and freed Baptiste from the confines of his own head.

Cassidy looked disappointed, he had been enjoying their back and forth. But he understood, Baptiste hadn’t slept since they left Busan. “Fair enough, I didn’t make the bed after I got out. Sorry about that…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s okay, Mon ami. I will survive.” Baptiste replied, the two didn’t say another word. Baptiste went into the bunk, setting down his bag and lying down on the bed. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it certainly wasn’t the worst place he had slept. The bed was unmade, and the faint smell of cigar smoke hung in the air. “Damn, he smoked in here too. Fareeha is going to have a field day.” Baptiste said to himself, he removed some of his newly built armour, and tried to get some sleep.

As he drifted off, his head was awash once more with these all too familiar feelings. Regret, fear, a desire to run and fragments of his other lives. A young boy fighting for survival, a man making a deal with the devil and this new Baptiste, that he was still getting to know. A familiar, and different, smell of smoke began to assault his senses. It was not a cigar, but the smell of the thick flames that fateful day in Port-de-Paix. The last time he saw Mauga, who up until he left Talon, was one of the most important people in his life. And perhaps still was, in spite of everything. Baptiste tossed and turned, although he was in a deep sleep, his body was tense as he felt these fragmented thoughts ripple through his body and mind. He didn’t hear the bunk door open, or the slow cautious footsteps or even the low, grumbled call of “Baptiste.” It wasn’t until, once again, that gloved hand touched his shoulder that he could be freed from his own mind.

“Cassidy? What are you doing?” Baptiste asked, as he shot up in bed. Cassidy was crouched next to him, his hand still on Baptiste’s shoulder. As Baptiste woke, he removed it slowly.

“I… uh, well, I could hear you… talking. You were talking in your sleep. I came in to check on you and it seemed you were having some pretty darn intense dreams.” Cassidy replies, avoiding Baptiste’s gaze. Baptiste couldn’t help but smile a little bit, it was sweet that Cassidy was showing concern for him. But he tried to smother the butterflies that were steadily beginning to flutter in his chest, it could just be regular teammate concern, nothing more.

“Well, thank you. I’m okay, I just…” Baptiste trails off, Cassidy looks up and meets his gaze. They seem to understand one another, without saying anything at all. Baptiste got the feeling Cassidy understood how it felt to be chased by your demons, both real and metaphorical, even in your dreams.

“It’s alright, settle. I know.” Cassidy replies, his hand returning to Baptiste’s shoulder. Baptiste let out a sigh, laying his head down again, but still maintaining eye contact with Cassidy. Although he didn’t elaborate further, Baptiste did feel understood by Cassidy. These two men, with very different journeys, perhaps had more common ground than either of them had thought initially. Perhaps that’s why Baptiste felt so at ease around him. Not just because Cassidy is the only one that knows about his past, but because out of all of this new squad, Cassidy is the only one that understands what it’s like to have something of a chequered past.

“You know, if you’d like, I could stay here a little while. Just make sure you get back to sleep okay. Lord knows you need some shut eye, I’ve got the feeling shit’ll be hitting the fan by the time we touch down in Gibraltar.” Cassidy says, leaning against the wall next to the bed Baptiste is lying in.

“That… That would be great.” Baptiste replies, turning on his side to face Cassidy, who is leaning against the wall with his hat over his face. Baptiste wants to laugh, now he really looks like one of those cowboys from the old movies. But rather than laugh, he simply shuts his eyes. He enjoys the feeling of Cassidy being in the room, it certainly feels different to when he tried to sleep in here alone. Somehow the burden of his past feels ever so slightly lighter, just by being with Cassidy. As his eyelids got heavier, and his muscles stopped tensing, he realised he was feeling something he’d not felt in a long, long time. Comfortable.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #baptiste #jean baptiste augustin #cole cassidy #new blood #baptiste x cassidy #bapssidy #overwatch fic #writing #creative writing #overwatch fanfiction

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acidkoipond · 1 year ago

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#cole cassidy #overwatch #arc art #these are old #but I like them still #I was having an overwatch moment a couple of months ago #jesse mccree #I know he got a new name #but I’ll still tag #cowboy #LISTEN I CANT DRAW GUNS #I GAVE UP #blackwatch #blood #arm amputation #eye lose #deadeye

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wildissylupus · 1 year ago

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Ok onto D.VA's New Blood comic. Immedantly a nice detail I like is that no one agrees with the Korean governments choice to not contact OW;

You can see it in all of their faces, they want to help but they can't go against orders. So their stuck, which again, is a nice detail when it's combined with how this comic ends.

I also love how this comic expands on D.VA's character, not only just showing her drive to protect but why she's the leader of the MEKA squad. She shows initative and learns from a history she wasn't even present for;

Also I think this comic shows why Overwatch is needed, Overwatch itself is very much an organization built on unity. Korea and Russia are two countries who refused to join Overwatch, they are also two courtiers who could have used the help and it's shown in how much the MEKA squad was struggling against Null Sector.

Also I love the detail of instead of Cassidy or anyone else taking charge of the situation (like I see in a lot of other media) Cassidy instead asks where they are needed;

Also this comic has some of the prettiest panels like;

LOOK AT THEM-

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lore #overwatch headcanons #analysis #cole cassidy #new blood comics #overwatch new blood #overwatch dva #dva ow #dva overwatch #dva #hana song

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wildissylupus · 1 year ago

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I'm gonna scream-

Like legit full on scream-

Cause this opens up a whole new realm of possibilities.

One of the first things I thought about was the leaked cut scene we have of the Overwatch team discussing Jack and Cassidy saying "he's too busy chasing ghosts". Did Cassidy figure out that the data was Jacks and not Ana's? Is this how he figured out Jacks alive? Cassidy knows Ana, was trained by her, he would know both what kind of data she would be gathering and how she would organise it. Not only that but he would have something to compare it to as the data on the possible members was gathered by Ana. Not only that but I highly doubt that Cassidy didn't hear about "Soldier 76" through the mercenary grape vine, if he did at the very least he would have been suspicious.

The second thing I thought about was...was it all the data. Including the stuff about Reaper? Because it was confirmed at some point that if Cassidy ever saw Reaper he'd be quick to realise it was Reyes. So this might not only have been Jack giving his blessing to Cassidy, but also him telling Cass that Gabe was alive. If that's the case then I'm just going to sit here and cry-

Third is that I noticed something, I was re-reading Bastet and I noticed how reluctant Ana was about reuniting with Pharah. I also noticed Jack seemingly trying to talk her into talking to Pharah, encouraging her by saying she'll come around. It doesn't work. Then the next time we see Ana she's giving those flies to Cassidy then in the next issue of New Blood we see Ana and Pharah reunite. I've stated before that I think Cassidy was the one to finally convince Ana to talk to Pharah, so combining that with this. Add the fact that Jack would have known Cassidy's connection with Ana. Did Jack also do this to possibly get Ana talking with Pharah again? You mentioned before that Jack is the person who prevents Ana from isolating herself, and as you also said in your response to one of my posts, Cassidy handles the Amari's situation very well. So it wouldn't be to far out of the realm of possibilities.

But anyway now you got me thinking about everything about these two stories and I'm about to go crazy-

I was re-reading the first issue of New Blood to find a piece of dialogue, and I just noticed something. (psst @wildissylupus , you might be interested in this)

At the end of the first issue of New Blood, Ana takes Cassidy to the Necropolis, and they have this interaction:

And at the time, I was wondering 'where on earth did that come from', and then I realized something.

In Bastet, Ana never mentions having a bunch of data and monitoring stuff, but you know who does have that?

Jack.

Ana even seems surprised by Jack's whole...collection. I don't think she'd feel this way if she had been probing this deeply as well.

So, this makes me wonder if giving those files was Jack giving Cassidy some kind of blessing, even without telling him. I really doubt Ana did that without Jack's permission, because it would be giving away his private data and a huge betrayal, so he probably allowed her to do that.

Maybe the old man's got a little more hope for Overwatch than he lets on.

I'm actually really interested to see if this comes up again...

#thoughts #overwatch comic #overwatch 2 #overwatch #bastet #new blood #new blood comics #overwatch new blood

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emile-hides · 2 years ago

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For the ask game! Ramattra?

The man who got me my first 1,000 note post. Yeah I got the think thonks on him for sure.

One aspect about them I love

He's not as inherently cruel as you'd expect him to be. In fact, he's hardly cruel at all. He takes time before a mission to get to know his human teammates and is even willing to socialize with them, despite his apparent hatred for the species. Given how we know people who hate Omnics treat their Omnic teammates before a fight... It's rather surprising I think.

One aspect I wish more people understood about them

This is one I see in a lot of X Readers that make me regret making that gif but look. Guys look.

Just because a man is big with a deep voice does not mean he's going to walk you on a leash and call you his mutt.

Ramattra is not a dominator of any kind, sexually or otherwise. He's the only Overwatch character who actively kinkshames that very specific thing. He hates that Genji follows Zenyatta around like a little lost puppy, actively calls him disgusting over it.

He is not a violent person either. He didn't want any of this. He doesn't want to lead armies and have other tremble under his thumb and do every little thing he commands.

I'm just personally very tired of the Violent Dominate Ramattra X Readers... he's a softie actually... I would like more overrun with anxiety because he has no clue how humans work and actively fears hurting them on accident Ramattra X Reader...

Headcanons I have about this character

I've said this one to a handful of friends but one of my instant Ramattra takes is that he is constantly, beyond his control, scanning for threats around him, and all Humans as perceived as threats to his internal scanners. He's always hyper aware of the humans around him, how they're moving, breathing, speaking, their critical weakpoints, any potential weapons they may have, etc etc. To the point that he struggles to distinguish an ally from an enemy human while in the midst of battle.

Everything he does that might seem odd was in effort to appear more... Friendly to humans during his time in the Shambali. He's a very big Omnic, not the biggest, but bigger than average, and his model type being Generals in the Human Killing Army is enough to put everyone around him on edge, which he of course picks up, and it puts him on edge. So he does weird human things like Breath, Stutter, Hum, Cough. Anything to make himself a little more human.

He hates a lot about himself. He hates how big he is, he hates his original purpose, he hates the human traits he picked up and can't let go, he hates that his default is violence, he hates the sound of his voice when he yells, he hates the constant threat display in his head, he hates his creation and his creator and the brother who made him feel welcomed like he could be accepted despite all these things he hates about living as himself.

I don't think he wanted to lead an army or extinguish the human race. But it's what he was built for, and if no matter what he does people will only ever see him as what he was at the start, then why try changing that? He's on a self destructive mission, yes to save his kind, his dying race, his family, but also just to get away from the fantasy he'd built up of being someone different than who he is. Someone smaller and gentler and more... human. That clearly can't happen. It's not an option for him.

I think Ramattra's a Trans Woman.

One character I love seeing them interact with

I really love his interactions with Bastion!! And Zenyatta as well!!! I know it says one character but they way he speaks to them both is so!!!!!! Cute!!!

The little twigs comment in his canon interaction with Bastion!! The lore and bond he had with Zenyatta in the past!!! God it's my everything!!!

One character I wish they would interact with/interact with more

My friend @ow-old-men got me really really into the idea of him interacting with Orisa (curse you OW2) and just. Experiencing the world along side her. Two Omnics made for violence redefining themselves in familial rolls

Does Orisa know what a woman is? No. But she's still the first one to use She/Her Pronouns for Ramattra because she knows.

Headcanons I have that involve them with other characters

Orisa is Ramattra's egg cracker this is why Blizzard won't let them interact

I think he's the reason Mondatta was assassinated. It was part of the deal with joining Talon, he agreed to assist them if they could take Mondatta out. It was a deal he regretted making almost immediately

Because of his hostility to humans, Maximilien is required to be in every meeting Ramattra is in, for his personal comfort.

Do they actually talk? God I hope so. I hope they kiss on the mouth while they're at it. But also I think Ram would hate Max, because he's just too human. Ramattra has no room to talk though, what with his bad habit of breathing and all that.

Akande really likes Ramattra, likes his manner of holding himself and his conviction. Ramattra hates Akande and really really really wants him to leave him alone.

I think the idea of Ramattra figuring out Reaper's identity and constantly threatening his life is incredibly good fanon content that should continue

Zenyatta, for a very long time, hated and was more hostile to humans than Ramattra. This is why Ramattra brought him to the Shambali, to get away from humans.

#Overwatch #Headcanons #Thankyou for asking #Sorry about that big thing in the middle there #I have. Many Ramattra feelings #I have many Omnic feelings in general but Ramattra specifically gets me running laps #He's just so????? *Rattles him* You know???????#Ramattra plagued with intrusive thoughts and Eldest Daughter Syndrome decides to end humanity #because clearly no one else will #The Brother version of Encanto's Surface Pressure did this to me #It's a Ramattra song for sure #Mental image of Mondatta finding Ramattra in New York after his awakening #Ramattra the only survivor of a brutal battle caked in blood and oil with a gun with one round left #He points it at Mondatta in terror scared to death of everything shaking and full of new feelings #Mondatta hugs him staining his beautiful white robes in blood and oil sharing his brother's burdens #Ramattra clinging to him feeling safe for the very first time #This is a very important scene in my head and I would draw it if I had any artistic talent whatsoever #Anyway that's all my Ramattra takes on the table thanks for asking

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