#ryujinoken

[honorstripped-blog]

“i am not the man you think i am.” it’s hard for him to admit; it’s hard for him to even admit it to himself. his hand tightens around sojiro’s sword (sojiro’s, you remind yourself; it can never be yours.) he’s unsure of how to react around genji, the memories that are his but aren’t really swirling in his mind. “i apologize if that’s... disappointing.”

@ryujinoken​

[omnicmcnk-blog]

“You have been quite a terrible student, Genji. Abandoning your meditation to play baseball! That demands plenty of missed meditation sessions, and plenty of work in the garden”.

@ryujinoken [x]

[vasvvani-blog]

❝ one copper coin for a bowl of noodles! ❞

a hundred random starters

His enthusiasm over the simplest of things was contageous.He could express happiness over a pebble and she would understand why. An admirable side of him she wished she had enough strength to imitate, yet for now,s he was content with seeing him growing happier with whatever experience they managed to share.Like a bowl of noodles. One he was fond of. One he remembered from his travels, one that caused his voice to spill joy with every word. One she would gladly pay one copper coin or a thousand for.

“Only one copper coin? I’d like too, then. I assume you’re hungry, as well?”

[raddare-blog]

💢

Send 💢 for my muse to get mad at yours for something they did.

“Genji! I told you before! You have to vait for me before going off like that!” the doctor exclaimed.

[aropoakande-blog]

Shaq is my favorite doomfist, sorry Akande

ryujinoken, that infidel

[silver-haired-76-blog]

[ @ryujinoken continued from X ]

The commander usually didn’t do observations so--personally.

Angela approached him and Gabriel on watching the new agent train. If it wasn’t for the consequence of Gabe being of the base he would be the one standing here not him. 

I’m glad you’re watching him

Why?

Because you’re...I dunno--friendly.

He didn’t know if even his best ready-for-TV polite smile could make him look friendly to Genji. Him being here, practically brought back to life and now struggling with a form he probably never thought he’d have--all under intentions he had a right to think were--shady. 

Angela had told him that the worst part of cybernetics was that--until you got the hang of them--they didn’t feel like yours. It was--as she said--the opposite of the Nanites planted in both him and Gabriel during SEP.

Nanites were like endless adrenaline when first implanted--you almost grow mad feeling overwhelmingly alive. It caused panic, anxiety, restlessness, insatiable energy. He can’t imagine the opposite feeling any more comfortable. Maybe even worse.

He speaks up after observing for maybe longer than he should have. He kept trying to think of how to talk to someone like him.

“You can stop, Genji.”

[malasombra-blog1]

but can sombra hack the taste of cinnamon toast crunch

       everything can be hacked. and every cereal.

[ourxboros]

『 Anija, maybe if you talked to someone other than your dim fish once in a while, you wouldn't be such a stick in the mud whenever we go out. 』 Sayeth bird boy.

“I have no interest in anyone. When we go out its nothing more but a thing to waste my time. I will take to my Arowana as much as I want.”

[snsdva-a]

#how can you pretend to be in a mech if you've never watched NGE.

i don’t watch things that are as old and ugly as you, sorry :///////

[simple-geometry-blog]

❃

Acts of Affection | | > Accepting 

Hanzo had a long day of training, one where the Elders never seemed satisfied with his skill. It always had to be just a little better, just a little more perfect. His eyes are hard when he walks down the hall, attempting to cover up his exhaustion with a straight back and a steady expression. He’d hope that no one stopped him or tried to get his focus on something that needed it - he really wasn’t in the mood. 

His pace stops when his sleeve is tugged from behind. He turns to look down at his brother (as much as her could - he had gotten taller the past year.) Genji is looking at him like someone who knew exactly what was being hidden, his own expression sporting a raised eyebrow, “They worked you hard today, didn’t they?” 

“...” 

Despite the silence, Genji speaks like he was given a response, “I have some matcha cakes. We should go to the roof tonight - there’s supposed to be one of those meteor showers.” 

“...” Hanzo’s eyes finally soften, “Okay.” 

❃  Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)

[nuitveuve-blog]

☔

@ryujinoken.

rain meme.

There is peace in rain. 

Like in classic movies, what follows after a tragedy or an emotional moment is a sudden change of weather in the form of a heavy rain. Assumingly, it serves as a way to soothe the heart, wash away the sorrow. 

What is the use to a person who is a stranger to emotions though? Whose heart beats loud only during the thrill of the battle? 

So many pointless questions to torture the mind and yet, they never come no matter how much time she wastes in the comfort of solitude. It just does not work on her, like so many, basic things. 

Not even the cold can reach her skin, yet alone the sudden appearance of a person who according to Talon’s paper, is of a great danger. Not totday. Perhaps, she can give it a break for mere moments.

“ My … the world could always more … gentlement. “ A classic line, stolen and laced with harmless irony. Just like that, her mind discards anything else but just one new found question. 

Why is he doing such courtesy? Is it the safety of the fact that no one dares to settle eyes on a small alley like this one? 

[sigrunvalkyrie]

[ yank ]

            Angela usually tried not to give lectures after missions. Everyone was usually tired and just needed to be patched up before they crashed into bed to get some rest. Today was an exception. Lena and Winston were already in the lab, trying to remake her chronal accelerator, and Genji was under Angela’s care. It had been hours of carefully testing and fixing the damage, the doctor keeping her anger at as low of a boil as she worked. Anger didn’t help anything in that moment, not when her hands needed to be steady and her mind on the task in front of her. 

            Once she had the last of the connectors tested and the panel replaced, she lost more than a little of that composure. It wasn’t exactly a long lecture, Angela mostly angry that they tried to take on Doomfist of all people on their own. They were qualified for most missions, but up against someone like that, they should have called for backup, they should have done something to keep themselves safer than just going after one of the most dangerous men that Overwatch knows about. It didn’t take long until she noticed her hands were starting to shake, a sign that her emotions were getting the better of her. It never failed, when her hands started shaking tears would follow. She tried to excuse herself, turning and heading towards the door, but Genji’s grip was gentle on her wrist, not letting her leave just yet. “G-Genji, please, I’m sorry, I just... I don’t want us to lose anyone else.”

[omnicmcnk-blog]

Concerned omnic monk noises

[vasvvani-blog]

Satya's Bf: returned All: good in the world

[cnlightncd]

"How old are you?"

“How old do I look to you ? ” Mondatta quipped. He rarely ever considered his own age, and it took more than it should have to accurately calculate it from memory. 

“If I recall correctly, I am thirty-nine years, tree months and twenty-six days old. I would be more precise, however, that would depend on whether you are asking for my age in terms of completion of my form or first awakening of my soul. “ 

[aropoakande-blog]

|| "akande hates silence" uuummm why doesn't he love genji then, he won't shut up.

Because you helped getting me locked down that one time you think I will forget and forgive that!?