“Do what you were build to do.” - Torbjörn & robots
Some of the heroes in Overwatch are very anti-omnic, most notably Zarya, Junkrat and Torbjörn. The first two are easy to understand, their home countries were (and in case of Russia are) wrecked by the Omnic crisis and its aftermath. While I might one day make a post about Omnic crisis, today I want to talk a little about Torbjörn, the engineer. First I’ll talk about what we know about Torbjörn’s own creations, and then why he is not fond of the Omnics.
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Torbjörn was in his mid-thirties when he joined Overwatch. Before that he had already “gained notoriety for designing weapons systems used by countries around the world“. Aside from weaponry he was part of “Ironclad Guild” (at least as a consultant), which researched and developed robots.
Most notable for players of Torbjörn’s creations is his turret, “an enemy-tracking autocannon“. He also was “a critical resource for
all of [Overwatch’s] technological needs and signature weapons systems” (he may not have personally built everything, but he sure had a say). He designed Ana’s biotic rifle with Mercy, and it’s most likely that Soldier 76′s pulse rifle is his design as well. He also took care of Reinhardt’s armor personally. To sum it up, he was a very very busy man.
For the purposes of this post, I think it’s more interesting to look at Torbjörn’s robots. In the Destroyer, the titan was one that Torbjörn helped design as a member of the Guild. Originally it was made to help build skyscrapers, but during the Omnic crisis it was weaponized. (Note, the comic refers to the titan also as an omnic and the Omnica Corp did indeed make “automated construction machines“, so yes, Torbjörn has helped design omnics).
Some speculation: It’s possible that Torbjörn has also had input in Bastion’s design during his time in the Guild, because peace-keeping killing-machines are the kind of thing he seems to have made a lot. Also there’s similarities between the titan’s and Bastion’s design, notably the legs.
“I Hate These Talking Tin Cans”
Which brings us to the question of Torbjörn’s hate for the omnics. Even before the Omnic Crisis, Torbjörn had a mistrust and hatred on sentient robotic intelligence and he probably gained a bit of a reputation of being hard to work with because he refused to link up his creations to a “networked computer intelligence”, which many countries wanted for better control. Most wrote Torbjörn’s fears of as needless paranoia. Until the Crisis that is.
There’s two points I’m going to make. First one is pretty straightforward:
I think ultimately [Torbjörn] fears one day his technologies and weapons being
used to cause harm. So he definitely feels a responsibility to do good
for the world.“
There is of course some irony there, that Torbjörn would think his creations (most of them weapons) would not be used to cause harm (though in the case of the titan, it was not a weapon originally, but still a metallic creation the size of a building). But then again, this is the same universe where Bastion was made for “peace-keeping purposes”.
I got the impression that Torbjörn kept a pretty tight hold on where he sold his designs and what was done with them (the fact that these days he is on a mission to hunt down his weaponry that was scattered to black markets after Overwatch’s fall is a good indicator). The Omnics took that control right out of his grasp, they twisted Torbjörn’s creations to do something that they were never meant to do. Also note the quote in the title of this post:the intent of the creator is what defines a robot’s purpose. It’s pretty clear to see why there’s some resentment left there.
The other point, I think the most fascinating aspect of Torbjörn, is that he (thinks he) knows what robots are like. And why wouldn’t he? He’s an engineer who has designed and built countless of robots, he knows what they can do and what they can’t. What robots can’t do, is to act outside their programming. For most robots their programming is pretty static. But Omnics aren’t like most robots. Omnics were designed with “self-improving software algorithms”. They strove to constantly become better. But what was that better and who decided it?
You can’t program in empathy.
You can’t exactly type in Asimov’s Three Laws of Robotics
(1. A robot may not injure a human being) to a weapon and except it still to “do what [it] was built to do”. The reason Torbjörn wanted to keep the control of his creations in human hands and not with computers is so that ethics & robotics wasn’t an issue that needed to be addressed. The issues remained between humans, and why weapons were needed to solve them.
I think that is why the concept of Omnic rights is so absurd and scary to Torbjörn; no matter how much the Omnics self-improve, they will not be able to cut themselves off the circle of logic that commandeers their progress of self-improvement. They can’t develop empathy like humans, and therefore they can’t be humans’ equals.
Okay so here’s one of my little canon divergent fics. It takes place after Green’s accident [still haven’t written that out yet] so lemme explain a thing real quick.
Green is struck by a stray electric attack while battling. Red is there with him. The shock stops his heart and thinking on his feet, Red calls out Pikachu and asks it to administer shocks of a low level to try and restart Green’s heart. It works. However, all of the electricity caused a malfunction in Green’s natural pacemaker in his heart and as a result, he’s been given an artificial one. So it’s not really an AU, since it could happen [ but won’t ] in canon. It’s more canon divergent.
That being said, I hope you enjoy this. I did absolutely no real research on pacemakers because a lady that works with me has one. She’s let me touch it and explained to me in detail what it feels like to her. I am aware that these days, pacemakers are the size of a pill, but they used to be pretty big. My coworker has a bigger one. Green has a big one for the sake of angst.
“You should not stay here,” said Enjolras, his voice carefully measured. “The human world has no need for people of your sort. You have your politics, we have ours.”
Grantaire - that was the name the creature had gave him, though Enjolras knew it was not the real one - grinned at him unapologetically, and stood up with unnatural grace, moving closer to Enjolras.
“You would throw me away, you who gave me a helpful hand just a week ago!” he exclaimed. “I recognize here the inconstant nature of human beings. Who is a friend one day is a foe the next; you will fight for a king, and behead him afterwards, you will cheer for an empereur then refuse to pronounce his name once that empereur has fallen. My politics are much more restful, if one could call endless wars like that. When you are from a court, you respect your Queen, or you King, and that’s that. I can see you judging me like you find me less - what irony! What novelty! To see something so fleetingly human judge one who has seen more than he will ever do. I know enough to laugh at your disdain. You cannot order me anything, unless, of course, you call on your favor (here, his smile turned sly, and he placed a hand on Enjolras’s chest) which I cannot refuse you. So, unless you say the words, i will stay there. Human politics are so chaotic and so absurd. What is the point of what you say you fought about? What is your France, what is your Paris? It will be forgotten, one day, and you’ll have died long before that. Truly, why fight at all? Humans invent such delicious pleasures, and then they ignore them under the pretense that they’re not as important as words that mean nothing.”
“I cannot make you leave, I suppose you’re right about that,” said Enjolras coldly. “But why stay to listen at politics you laugh at? However futile you think the effort to be, there are brave men in that room who hope for a better future - I wouldn’t think you know what hope even is. I cannot allow you to mock them as you’ve done tonight. You have no place here. You do not belong either in this café, or this world.”
Enjolras was harsh; Grantaire, absurdly, seemed to soften in answer. He lowered his head, took a step back, and looked at Enjolras through his eyelashes.
“I belong here until I payed my debt,” he said. “Let’s forget about politics, then, if we must; I do not care about them, that much is true. I am here solely for you, at your service.”
In the dim light of the corridor, holding himself like he was right now, Grantaire looked almost human. His voice had turned gentle, almost servile. For a fleeting minute, Enjolras felt something dark uncurl in him slowly, curious and appraising. The ugliness of Grantaire, which made him so different from his race, had already been a source of odd fascination the week before. To hear him speak thus now made Enjolras want to -
“I told you before, there is no debt.” he said abruptly, ashamed of the thoughts running suddenly through his mind. “Stay if you must. But be warned that if you do anything that is harmful to our group, I will not be afraid to come for you, powerful magical creature or not.”
((Okay, so, the discussion about Joffrey and Sansa gave me this idea and I’m working toward making it a series of relatable one shots…and I hope you all like it))
Ned Stark tells Robb and Jon that the King asked/demanded he foster Prince Joffrey at Winterfell (or, Ned asks Robb and Jon’s opinion on the matter).
Word Count: 1,221
Warnings: None…except Nedders being an adorable father!
Ned Stark couldn’t help but sit on the edge of the bed and
watch his two sons sleep. Robb with those auburn curls he got from his mother
and Jon with the dark brown curls he got from his mother; half-brothers who
loved each other as much as Ned loved his own. Even after finding out his
brother was a bastard, Robb still continued to treat him as if Jon was a Stark
instead of a Snow. Ned thanked the old gods every day for giving his eldest
child such a sweet, pure heart.
His breath is heavy as he continues to run from the SIRENS in the distance. This man has just obviously s t o l e something && has no INTENTION of giving it back. His grin is wild as he turns around the corner to get to his getaway vehicle. ( he can almost taste his FREEDOM ! ) —– && oh the IRONY, of course he has to r u n into someone!
❝ Get out of my way, SHEILA! I got places to be! ❞
I saw some little analysis you said about onkey and I had to say I really agreed with it. Onkey seem to really enjoy and be comfortable around each other. While Jinki initiates with all the members occasionally, I feel like it's a bit more often with Taemin and Kibum. Also, it's sweet that Jinki always tells Kibum that he's pretty or his clothes are pretty
ah, i love onkey.
i agree & i think the comfort we see now is a result of them finally finding a balance between their personalities. they’re both self-described “moody” men, with wildly different interests, & it’s lovely to see how they’ve figured out what makes them comfortable together.
my first exposure to their relationship was the text conversations kibum posted when he contacted jinki to see when he’d be coming back from “law of the jungle”, & asking him to come watch toheart perform. followed by the ‘one fine day’ commentaries i couldn’t help but just adore their relationship.
could you do an imagine where the reader is introduced to the team as ducky’s much younger girlfriend?
Requested by Anon~
With Ducky’s hand on the small of your back, he led you to where his team was situated. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t incredibly nervous; Ducky always said how much his team is like family to him - especially one Leroy Jethro Gibbs. You hoped they liked you.
“Hello, all!” Ducky called out in greeting as you both turned the corner. “I would like to introduce you to someone.”
All eyes were on you, and you felt like looking away with a shy smile. But instead, you gave the agents a small wave.
“This is Y/N. We have been together for a little while now, and I thought you all would like to meet her.”
The first person out of their chair was a man to your right. He looked extremely surprised as he rounded around his desk to stand in front of you. “Tony DiNozzo.” He quickly introduced, shaking your hand. “I gotta say, Y/N, you’re awfully…”
“Young?” You finished, to which the agent nodded his head meekly. To that, you shrugged your shoulders, glancing over to Ducky. “I’ve gotten that a lot. But I don’t mind.”
Ducky’s friend, Gibbs, shouldered past Tony with a sharp look before shaking your hand. The whole team seemed to like you, thankfully. Especially Abby Scuito.
After I drew this design… I went in goggle to find fusions about Dragonair or Chandelure! To see if I had same idea towards anyone design, guess what? I was lucky that I didn’t…only with the color fusion lol! XD I found out there’s only one or two designs but nothing compare with this one so far.
I recently feel like drawing other things , I don’t know why maybe because I wanted to make something different sometimes. :3 I hope you like what I done so far, Dragonair and Chandelure is one of my fav pokemons! Maybe who knows I might do Fusions with my other favs!
Dragonair and Chadelure owned by “The Pokemon Company” Fusion designed by Me
Hey guys! So this is my first JM one shot. I really hope you like it. I spent more than a week on it. I’m quite proud of it and I hope you guys like it as much as I do and if you like it, PLEASE SHARE! I’d really appreciate it. Thank you!
Imagine: Y/N and Jack are best friends but Y/N has an
abusive boyfriend named David, that Jack hates. When Jack and Y/N gets into an
argument about David, they both realize how deep they fell for each other
without even knowing.
“Jack I told you, I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about.
It’s just a flesh wound.” Y/N explained to him as she watched him open an
antiseptic packet. Jack stopped in his tracks, giving her the ‘are you f*cking
“Don’t give me that look.” Y/N rolled her eyes at her
overprotective best friend.
They’ve been friends since they were 17 when Y/N was
visiting Brighton because her cousin Asia lived there. Something clicked when
they first met; it was quite indescribable. Jack always said that it felt like
they’ve been friends for forever and Y/N agreed.
Maybe it was Jack’s gorgeous smile that could light up a
room or his mesmerizing blue eyes that took your breath away. Either way, Y/N
always felt drawn to him but really didn’t know why.
Y/N was always grateful to have Jack in her life but
sometimes, it felt like there was more between them. They’ve been friends for
so long, Y/N dismissed the idea of every being seen as more than a friend to
Jack. Ruining a great relationship between one of the most important persons in
her life was the last thing Y/N wanted. So she kept her mouth shut, not knowing
that she wasn’t the only one that felt that way.
“Jack, I said I’m fi-ow!” Y/N cried out in pain.
“Clearly you’re not Y/N.” Jack argued as he finished
patching up her deep wound. “This cut is as deep as the bloody River Thames!
When are you going to leave that abusive piece of sh*t?” Jack asked, his
already deep voice raising as he put a bandage over Y/N’s forehead and
“I’m really f*cking tired of you bad mouthing him!” Y/N
turned to him, exhausted from constantly going down this road with him
every-day. Y/N knew that Jack didn’t like David, Jack made it known the day he
met him. He called it, having “bad vibes”. It was complete bull crap but Y/N
was used to it. David was always a sensitive subject between the two because it
ended in arguments more often than not.
Jack could feel the anger boiling through his body. He
couldn’t believe what he had heard. Was she completely mental? “You can’t be
f*cking serious?” He asked in disbelief. “He hits you, calls you out of your
name and constantly cheats on you! He’s a manipulator and an abuser!” Jack
yelled, following after Y/N as she limped over to the couch. Another “love tap”
David gave her last week.
Trying her best not to show that she was still sore from
last week when David came home drunk again, she turned to Jack. Y/N could feel
her throat growing dry at the sight of a red faced Jack. His jaw clenched over
and over under his smooth olive skin. Y/N heart raced as Jack’s once bright
blue eyes darkened by the minute. They both sent fear through her but also sent
a thrilling chill coursing through her body and she had to admit, she kind of
“He’s not that bad Jack. I just caught him on a bad day.”
“Wow. This is un-f*cking believable!” Jack shook his head
and chuckled. “How many more punches do you have to get before you’re in the
hospital? How many more tears do you have to shed before he mentally scars you
for life? How many more times do I have to see your body battered and beaten
before you end up in a bloody casket Y/N?” Jack yelled, his loud voice vibrates
through Y/N and the walls of his apartment.
Y/N found herself speechless and not knowing what to say.
Y/N just wanted all of the fighting to stop. Fighting with Jack was the last
thing that Y/N wanted. She absolutely hated it.
“I’m sorry you feel that way Jack but David’s my boyfriend
and not yours. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not the stupid insecure
teenager I was years ago. I’m 21, a damn grown woman and I can take care of
myself.” Y/N tried her best to sound confident but with her voice cracking,
Jack could see right through it.
Y/N could feel Jack’s eyes burning through her as he stood
in front of her motionless, without one syllable falling from his lips. Y/N
exhausted her best efforts with the mental war in her head telling her to look
back at him, she ignored them and started walking to the door to leave.
Just as Y/N wrapped her hand around the cold brass doorknob,
the timber of his voice sent a shiver soaring through her veins. “Y/N. Please
don’t leave. I’m sorry. I just want you to be safe.”
Reluctantly, Y/N turned around to see the tear filled eyes
of her best friend. A best friend that Y/N knows she’ll be lost without. Y/N
could feel her heart breaking to see Jack in this unhealthy state. It broke Y/N
even more to know that she was the cause of it.
“I don’t want to have to bury my best friend. Please don’t
make me have to Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I need you.” A gasp
escaped Y/N mouth as Jack grabbed her by hips and pulled her flush against his
warm body. The pungent scent of Jack’s familiar cologne wafted through Y/N
clogging her senses and clouding her mind. Just as like the magnetic pull
between Y/N felt when they first met years ago, it was back again and this
time, Y/N knew she wouldn’t be able to ignore it.
“You deserve so much better. You shouldn’t have to deal with
someone like him. You need someone who loves you and will treat you like the
queen I know you are.” Jack gripped Y/N tighter, locking his beautiful blue
eyes on Y/N, unable to look away even if he wanted to.
“And who would that be Jack? Who could possibly want a
beaten, battered and weak little girl like me?” Y/N said, her voice cracking as
cheeks became stained with each tear that fell.
Jack’s warmed breath fanned her cheeks as he leaned in
closer. Soft hands caressed her cheeks and wiped away the fallen drops. His
breathtaking eyes went from the delicate face he caressed to her eyes. “Me.”
Y/N licked her drying lips and with a shaky voice said, “You
Jack eyes seemed to sparkle just a little more than normal
as the corners of his mouth tilted upwards. “Since the day I met you Y/N,
you’ve been all I can think about each and every day. You’re truly the most
amazing and strong person I know. Through the passing years is when I finally
realized how much you mean to me and how much I can’t be without you. You’re
everything to me and if you would, please give me a chance? Let me show you I
can be the man that you need in your world. That no one else can or will love
you the way that I will. I promise y-“.
Without a second thought, Y/N connected her lips with
Jack’s. Jack stood stunned for a moment before he wrapped his arms fully around
her curvy body and kissed her back with more vigor. Y/N smiled into the kiss
and returned the beautiful embrace.
Y/N felt as if she was floating on a cloud being in his
arms. The thick scent of Jack’s Calvin Klein cologne invaded Y/N’s nose, making
Y/N feel like she could bask in it forever. A gasp left Y/N’s lips as Jack
trapped her in between his solid warm body and the door. The cold metal from
Jack’s nose ring tickled Y/N’s nose as his thick tongue began to peruse Y/N’s
mouth battling with hers.
Reluctantly, Y/N pulled away catching her breath. Eyes misty
with drunken lust, Jack’s now dark blue eyes caught Y/N’s. “I guess that was a
yes?” A lazy grin danced across Jack’s rosy lips as he waited for the answer he
knew he was going to get anyway.
“What do you think Mr. Maynard?” Y/N giggled, rolling her
Y/N quickly wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck, burying her
face in his neck. “Thank you Jack, for never giving up on me.”
Just as quick as she hugged him, Jack could feel his neck
becoming wet with Y/N’s tears.
Y/N was grateful that he didn’t say anything; but instead, wrapped
his strong arms around Y/N and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.