#zhartha

[sterrenlied]

🎶 | @ZHARTHA // 回      ↪ MEME // NOT ACCEPTING

— 回 = PATCHING A WOUND .

✧*:･ﾟ| HE is not known for recklessness or anger. For PAIN, be it in inflicting or receiving. Yet battles hold no mercy to the restless scientist, the world does not care about the SUFFERING he's felt, about the clawing, scratching, screaming inside his skull. Siebren fought, tried his best to protect Zenyatta: BUT AT WHAT COST?

THE omnic is regarded with soft eyes, a gentle grey like northern seas or the sky on a mildly cloudy day. He wants to push the other AWAY, wants not to gaze upon metal features that manage to look worried. But something in him aches; it is SHAME in himself, in his broken mind.

❝I am sorry,❞ he whispers, raising head weakly from his cot. Siebren doesn't force the issue, but he does prop himself up on his elbows. GENTLE are metal fingers that hold him steady. He smiles, a false one that doesn't reach his eyes, palm of hand rubbing the intricate grooves of Zenyatta'a. ❝I am trying; I don't want to HURT. Did I hurt you? Please tell me I did not.❞ Voice begging and pleading, he leans in, forehead resting against the monk's. ❝I don't want to hurt … I don't … ❞

[martyrbot-a]

zhartha  —  collapse // help him he falls !!

SPRING days like these, wet and mild, are rare so high in the mountains.  too often are the peaks where they reside gripped by frost.  spring means new beginnings.

a light drizzle dampens the courtyard outside. 

‘ careful, ‘ he says, reluctant to offer a hand.  the young omnic can be so stubborn —

‘ zenyatta! ‘

it is only barely that he catches him, machine reflexes guiding his hands to draw him closer, catching his weight.  zenyatta is almost cradled to his chest, held up by mondatta alone. 

he sighs.

‘ my light, you must not push yourself so. ‘

[acceptedmyself]

“I will wait for you.”

Ruelle   {Sentence Starters}

“I shall return soon, Master. お世話になりました.” 

He accompanied his goodbye with a formal bow and then adjusted his backpack before turning on his heels. Thus Genji took the first few steps of his journey down the mountain.

But quickly enough, he stopped on his tracks, almost physically restrained by the weight he still felt in his chest. That would be the first time in years he felt melancholic over leaving a place he called home, even though he knew it was only for a few months. He wasn’t sure he liked this, but he knew what he had to do to alleviate it.

He turned around and walked back.

When Zenyatta was again within his reach, Genji very kindly took him by his arms and pulled him into his embrace, cradling him close. His dear Master deserved a heartfelt farewell.

“I am going to miss you.”

[gamfcowboy-a]

“🔥

Send “🔥” for our muses to spend time by a camp fire!

The last time they were near a fire it wasn’t a pleasant one,too much rubble and too many screams for anything to feel warm or happy. So when he has time he hauls an old firepit up to the roof and sets it up. A few logs and paper make a small but gentle fire that flickers pleasingly in the dark.

He sets down a blanket and calls his lover up, laying on his back with space beside him for the omnic to rest, if he cares to do so. Looking him up and down regardless, a soft smile on his tired face.

“Look gorgeous all silhouetted like that, could almost mistake ya fer an angel.”

[warpulse]

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( Send “⭐️” and I will compliment a random mun! / accepting )

1. @zhartha - we haven’t been doing much interacting lately and what we do have is mostly on my akande blog BUT you are so wonderful and talented and i miss writing with you!! your zen is so fleshed out and so loved and it shows in everything you do. you write some amazing shit and i’m always inspired by your replies. you are really just fantastic in general, you’re very genuine and kind. let me know if you ever wanna rp on discor.d or anything!

2. @mageshot - we’ve been mutuals for a good while but for some reason it took me making my new blog for us to actually start plotting and writing, but either way, i’m glad we did! lyric is a wonderful character and i’m honored to be able to write jack with them. your love for them shows through in everything you do and it’s infectious tbh, i love lyric and i love them as ghoul, too. you’ve been lovely to talk to and i hope we can do that more!

[dragxnfall]

Σ(O_O；) idk who but zip yo' damn jacket up its cold kids

Send Σ(O_O；) for my characters reaction to having their clothes unbuttoned/unzipped by yours.

He usually keeps his clothing in line - well, for the most part. Well...at least he did when he was about ten years younger and had a reputation to uphold. However, with hopes and an identity that fell alongside an organization he had dedicated his life to, there was little he cared for nowadays. 

His worn out jacket that has soon become his trademark was a nuisance if anything as he leans over the surface of one of the long tables of the mess hall, tabletop barely visible beneath the countless of files he poured himself into as he scattered them about in hopes of trying to make an imaginary dartboard, trying to find even a crumb of a clue as to what Talon’s next motive was. The old man had been here since supper, eating alone and rejecting any invitations for him to join fellow agents. It was now half past three. 

The leather hangs over broad shoulders, covering only a third of the way zipped but not bothered with as tired blue eyes relentlessly scan the same information over and over again, but to no avail. The words are blurred lines of grey text and segments of permanent marker hiding away what could have been pertinent information.

He sighs heavily as he sits back, eyes closing while a rough palm tiredly comes up to rub at his face, as if it could relinquish the pent up frustration and exhaustion he’s piled on after all these years. 

There’s a quiet sound, then he feels the weight of his jacket sag to either side of his waist and Morrison startles to attention as his eyes snap open, hand clenched into a fist, arm cocked back and ready to launch only to pause when he recognizes the other was Genji’s mentor. Damn. PTSD really gets a man going. 

“I...uh...sorry.” The old soldier sighs once more, tensed posture slowly going lax again. He shakes his head, slowly beginning to reach for the assortment of files as he tries to stow them away in order. “Guess I should be doing this in my office, right.”

[sanguinariis]

"Never confuse movement with action."

 @zhartha

      “Heh - and what purpose do you have, machine? What action drives you?” A click of teeth together from the redhead, but there was no immediate need to rip and rend and tear. The omnic could provide him with nothing viable to sustain.. none of his kind could, so there was little to gain in such a waste in energy. He would permit the chatter, for now.

[graciieuse]

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In the event she hears and understand Zenyatta’s philosophies, she’d buy them more than she buys Akande’s. Despite the similarities, they’re packaged differently, that she’s more receptive to his version. 

Should Widowmaker gain enough of a conscious to seek redemption, she’d ask Zenyatta to forgive her. 

Spending enough time with him, Widow would learn to not hate herself. The fun part is she’s both of the brothers Shimada in one package. Is fun the right word? Perhaps the correct way to put it is: “Zenyatta you better r u n.” (or float.) 

The chiming of his orbs inspires the dancer in her. 

[sombrisaofficial]

I, unironically, love this blog

Thank you!! ^ u ^

This makes me smile!

-mod brigitte

[laste54]

😚

A faint line of static bridged the gap between before Zenyatta even made contact with the side of Bastion’s optical box. It was almost visible - a small blue arc in the cool air.

Thonk.

Bastion felt the contact, waiting until Zenyatta had pulled back to slowly turn and look at him. The light in its eye seemed brighter even as it blinked once, sluggish.[...query:purpose? Possibility of damage to Zenyatta plating - Bastion plating armored. Also - dirty.]

[gamfcowboy-archived]

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They’d pulled away as soon as reports had been given and Jesse had nudged and pressed and gotten them back to his room faster than normal. Tugging at Zenyatta’s dirty pants until he’s ripped them. Not just ripped them off, but ripped them so they come off. Pushing his lover to the bed and gripping metal thighs as his zipper is yanked down and underwear pushed out of the way so he can sink balls deep with a single, rough thrust. Setting a rough, deep pace that gets him groaning.

“...goddamn I’ve been wantin’ t’do this since we took off...”

[sterrenlied]

🎶 | @ZHARTHA // “Do you think we’ve met in other lives?”      ↪ MEME // NOT ACCEPTING

✧*:･ﾟ| AN unusual cadence rising and falling in the air, a pleasant melody ringing between the two. Stars alight in the sky, thinking in CASCADING patterns like a waterfall of cosmic proportions. In the distance, owls and crickets contribute to the song, unknowingly albeit, for only Siebren and Zenyatta can truly hear. They sit side by side, darkness reigning but slowly giving up its hold to the morning light instead. A hand snakes out to catch another, fingers WEAVING with each other upon stone. The silence is powerful, and yet, not existent in the slightest.

HE is thankful that words pierce the HARMONIES between them, for if he closes off, the melodies grow unbearable, the universe frighteningly prevalent in his weak mind. A miserable existence cowering before all of time and space. And yet, this is different. This is easier. Small talk whispered from man to man on the early morning breeze.

❝I know it.❞ When he responds, it is resolute and full of CONVICTION. Legs hook beneath him, head a cant as he gauges Zen's response. He's seen glimpses, and truth be told, he can't say for certain that his companion was in those glimpses, but faith would NOT be faith if one relied entirely on fact. He repeats his words, this time with eyes focused entirely upon the other. ❝I KNOW IT.❞

YET the life that matters is the here and now, when he leans up against his companion. There's nothing a soul could do about other worlds, other existences, but there's EVERYTHING a soul could do about the life one currently lives.

[martyrbot-a]

@zhartha

Hesitation could not play on boards that had once been programmed to feel nothing of its sort, but once fitted together by careful hands, and the consideration of another who say him as alive brought too much too quickly. What had been stunted bloomed rapidly, urging the newly built omnic back and away.

“I – .”

Zenyatta tilted his head to the side, surprised back the lack of mechanical squeaking and the smoothness of the motion. Then, as he examined himself, he began to flex his fingers, listening to the click and slide. 

“I am alive? …. Am I alive?”

‘ DO you think so? ‘ 

hands folded in his lap, mondatta was the picture of serenity where he sat, regarding the omnic before him.  young, it seemed, and unsure.  no small blessing, that he should be there to help him. 

‘ it is not for me to decide what you are, or are not, ‘ he hummed, watching carefully. 

best not to overwhelm.  allow for the exploration and realisation of life, hopefully in more peace than he himself had been allotted by fate.

‘ how are you feeling? you seem well. ‘

[acceptedmyself]

❤️

Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss.

It was a rather lazy and boring afternoon: The blizzard outside wouldn’t allow them to train, let alone walk back to the monastery. Zenyatta and himself had remained in his room, shared some tea and spoke of very mundane things. Despite the flickering lights and the roaring of the wind, he could safely say he felt warm and comfortable, thanks in huge part to his dear master’s presence.

There was a time where they ran out of things to talk about. They huddled together on Genji’s bed to read, meditate, play Old Maid or just enjoy each other’s warmth and presence.

Eventually, the cyborg found himself lost in a deep contemplation of the Omnic’s helm, observing every hair-wide chip, its curves, and the parts that looked more worn than the rest… He cupped Zenyatta’s cheek with a hand and placed a firm kiss on the mouth area of his faceplate. Feeling the soft heat of the metal and the soft hum of his inner machinery reverberating through his skull made it difficult to want to let go.

When they split, Genji lied down, head on the other’s lap, his hand still stretched out toward his cheek. Truly, he couldn’t deny being the happiest he’s ever been with this man by his side.

He almost wished they would wake up snowed in.

[gamfcowboy-a]

Oh, he's ever so tired from travelling. Really, there's nothing better than collapsing onto Jesse's bed, pulling the sheets around himself and just laying there.

What makes it better is that Jesse happens to be in them as well when his little lover does just that. Not startled that he’s there but... perhaps a little at the weight that makes his bed bounce. Even so, all he does is slip an arm over that sheet covered torso and turn so he can kiss the omnic’s shoulder with a rumble that says he’s mostly not awake but can be if Zenyatta wants him to be.

Then? Well that’s it. Just laying there with his important person tucked in his arm.

[mtchstck-a]

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