cheetz0
cheetz0
cheetz0
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cheetz0 · 1 month ago
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I write some short stories about Cole and Hanzo sometimes. Thought I'd share :) 🏹🏜️
Their hands find each other once again. Hanzo swears life gets easier when Cole's hands hold him. His touch soothes something deep inside him, grounding a worry he cannot name.
Although Cole himself doesn't like to hold his hand with his prosthetic, Hanzo has a soft spot for that too. The way his fingers whirr to life every once in a while to brush a piece of metal so gently over his skin makes him wonder, if he were to be made of hard stone and burning lava Cole would still be most gentle.
Hanzo turns their hands slightly, running his fingers along the cool metal of Cole’s prosthetic. He doesn’t mind it. not the rough edges, not the occasional mechanical whir. If anything, he finds it grounding. A reminder that even something built for war can be gentle.
Cole watches him, quiet for a moment. Then, with a soft chuckle, he murmurs, "You got a funny way of lookin’ at things, sweetheart."
Hanzo raises a brow. "Do I?"
Cole shifts, bringing their joined hands up so he can press a kiss to Hanzo’s fingers, both flesh and metal. "Most folks flinch at this thing," he says, flexing his prosthetic. "But you—" He shakes his head with a lopsided smile. "You hold onto it like it’s just another part of me."
"Because it is," Hanzo says simply.
Cole blinks, caught off guard by the certainty in Hanzo’s voice. For all his easy confidence, there are still parts of himself he struggles to accept. Hanzo sees them: the scars, the regrets, the things Cole hides behind charm and bravado, and he does not look away.
Cole exhales, shifting their hands again, this time so that his flesh hand cups Hanzo’s. "Damn," he mutters. "Y’know, you really don’t play fair."
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cheetz0 · 3 months ago
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Angelussy out to the world
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cheetz0 · 3 months ago
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Last drop 🫀
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cheetz0 · 3 months ago
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🌊🐚one day the ocean will bring me back to you🐚🌊
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cheetz0 · 3 months ago
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Another one
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Hi uh so here's a Gabriel sketch *runs*
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cheetz0 · 3 months ago
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Hi uh so here's a Gabriel sketch *runs*
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cheetz0 · 3 months ago
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Right hand of God, everyone's favorite lil guy, Gabriel 🌠
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cheetz0 · 4 months ago
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Another sketch of my bbb (bonita babygirl bastard)
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cheetz0 · 4 months ago
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Really bad quick sketch of my pretty princess
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cheetz0 · 4 months ago
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🫧🧸You are just a boy, you are no man and Nobody you know will understand🧸🫧
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cheetz0 · 4 months ago
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happy day of devotion to all who celebrate
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cheetz0 · 5 months ago
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My piece for the Yeehan Zine :) i love them two sillies so much
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cheetz0 · 5 months ago
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i don’t like instagram anymore so i’m posting this here to see if i find any yeehan peeps. if u want to see more of my art though you can find me as naminamuju on IG and ArtStation :)
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cheetz0 · 5 months ago
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I wrote some character analysis of Cole last night and thought I'd share :) below the cut 🔽
Cole is someone who's grown up to be the one who loses. He actively chases it. He can't be a leader not because he's incapable because that'd mean there won't be anyone above him punishing him. He's learned to live through everything by humiliating himself, acting like a fool, like he can't tell penny from dime long enough until the ones looming ahead with blades meant for his head are gone.
He survives and he hates it. He's good at he does and he wish he weren't because he's the horrendous murderer he is now because of how good aim with that six shooter of his, or how easily he can charm people into believing whatever bullshit he masterfully weaves and sells as reality.
He should've died, shouldn't have been born, shouldn't have survived those dozen hundred times he nearly missed death but he's too damn good at being this monster that beats people in the game of survival. His hands aim for their own and he's not sure how to not do that anymore. Just point at the space between their eyes and pull the trigger and wonder when you even commanded your arm to do this. Just shoot and add the burden of murder to the pit of other hundreds of people and their futures you marked futile. He doesn't know how to not make his arms not do what they're best at. He doesn't know what he is besides this, besides half-truths and a shaky will to live. Besides the unsureness of what he'll be doing today when he wakes up that gives its place to simply accepting anything.
So what if I go on that mission? My arms will let me survive. So what if I make that decision? I'm always so neatly placed on the line between truth and lie that it won't matter afterall. So what if this and that happens to me? I haven't been the one living this life anyway. It's always my trigger finger making me survive the fights and my thousand made up selves saving the aftermath.
Cole isn't living his own life. He's watching it from afar. He's as surprised as the other person when anything happens in his life. He's lived a lie, a disgrace, a life that shouldn't have been created. He's lived them for so long he doesn't care anymore.
He remembers a time when he was a teen and tried to fix his wrongdoings. He remembers a time when he cried after taking a life. He remembers a time when he, too, seeked redemption. He remembers a time when he was human enough to care.
He sees Hanzo burning with what he felt when he first shot a man in the heart and saw him die. He sees him drowning in boiling hot regret. And he knows best that regret is nothing but a sad understanding that you could do better than what you did. He sees him bury himself in what he felt in the innocence of his youth, a beg for forgiveness. A cry to the universe or whatever is up above that they care. He sees that and immediately softens. He's a man stern as a rock with the innocence of a kid at 13 when he first had to shoot a man. He cares.
He's not stupid though, they're both sinners. But he knows that if there's 7 hells, and if they go both to one for all they did, he belongs the deepest depths for not caring what he does anymore. And hanzo? He cares.
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cheetz0 · 6 months ago
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hi guys my comms are open! im currently open for 4 slots. my id is cheetz#0744 on discord and @/cheetzophernic on telegram if you wanna reach out <3
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cheetz0 · 6 months ago
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I think I forgot to post my commission sheet on here so. Yeah!
I'm doing 2 slots for colored and full illustrations and no slots for sketches.
My id is @/DarknesS_2727 on discord and telegram if you want to reach out
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cheetz0 · 6 months ago
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They're dressed as their tarot cards :)
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