I love how the developers clearly went with Junkrat toward this “Let’s make a horrible villain, an international criminal, a murderer from a post-apocalyptic Mad Max type of a world. Someone everyone’s afraid of and trembles when they hear his name. Someone very questionable and utterly evil.”
And then we got this
In short, Junkrat is perhaps the best example of how characters gain their own personalities and go “I decide now!” Anyone who writes fanfics or original fiction or makes comics can tell you how the characters start to mess up with your plans and the result is something utterly different.
Lucien doesn’t actually do drugs, he just sells them. When he finds out that his dad used the money saved for his transition to care for him when he was born, Lucien feels guilty- and so his side business begins. When he starts bringing various amounts of money home at random, he tells Damien he earned it through small neighborhood jobs and chores, although he’s secretly been saving up money to help pay for his dad’s top surgery. Lucien knows how much this means to him, and all he wants is for his dad to be happy. It’s been the two of them against the world from day one, and Lucien knows his dad is one of the few people in this world that truly understands and loves him.
A Casual Hanzo Chibi because I really liked his winter event skin. Might be planning to make this into stickers & charms (limited). Still need to change a few things but eh~ Enjoy!
hey fellas last night i took a medication which is more or less the anxiety equivalent of a horse tranquilizer & essentially enterred the fifth dimension of sleepwalking in which i awoke but enterred a dissociative fit so strong i was really confused why my loving girlfriend was not my good friend and fellow viking bjorn, who i had to bring some furs to. also i might’ve cried about this. don’t remember
was informed i left out the best part of this 3am experience which was the bit where i, in tears, gestured to our dog and shouted, “i don’t know what this is!”
bruh you astral planed so hard you fell back into a past life
A/N: These were so much fun to write! Noodle dragons are the sweetest!
~ Non-Gender specific pronouns used ~
• Hanzo wasn’t nervous, he knew they’d love you. It would defy all known reason if they didn’t. You on the other hand were terrified of being rejected by the little blue noodles. You’d only seen them in battle before but Hanzo assured you they were far smaller and a lot more cuddlier when he summoned them for gentler purposes.
• You had met Genji’s dragon before. She was always floating around the base, acting like a giant green glowing cat who accepted food and greetings from anyone she met. Yet despite the positive experience you’d had with Genji’s dragon, you were still nervous as anything to meet Hanzo’s.
• When Hanzo shuffled back into your bedroom with two bright blue glowing noodle dragons in his arms, all your previous worries were forgotten and replaced with the overwhelming urge to pet them.
• You were granted that very opportunity the moment he sat and set them down upon your sheets. One immediately scurried over to you, looking at you with eyes warm enough to melt a glacier, before letting out a chirp and draping itself over your shoulders. The other plodded towards you, stumbling over her own footsteps as she did. She didn’t even examen you, she knew who you were, she instead decided to tug on one of your socks before. She failed to pull it off and figured it wasn’t worth it, so she plopped down on her stomach before you, just begging to be cuddled.
• They had bristly little whiskers that tickled your skin and soft but clawed paws that were careful not to harm you. The two were soon nestled half asleep in your lap, nuzzling their noses into your tummy whilst they tangled themselves together as they so often did.
• “I told you they would like you, y/n.” Hanzo smiled at the interaction, the three of you seemed immediately at ease in each other’s presence. You beamed up at him, happiness written so evidently on your face that Hanzo couldn’t help but smile with you.
• “Just one thing I would advise you not to do-” you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow to which he chuckled in response “don’t let them know about you playing with Genji’s dragon, they are prone to jealously.”
Late nights with some of the boys of overwatch! Warnings: vaguely mentioned nsfw, mentions of pregnancy
Jack Morrison / Soldier: 76
“Jack?”
It wasn’t unusual for Jack to be held up after hours. Maybe it was paperwork, maybe it was restlessness after a particularly tough mission; whatever the case, he never seemed to fall asleep until the early hours of the morning.
He looked more tired than usual today, and you felt your heart ache at the bags that had grown underneath his eyes. He was always too hard on himself.
His brows furrowed as he took you in; the blanket wrapped around your form, the fatigue that you wiped from your eyes.
“______? Sweetheart, it’s almost 3AM,” he spoke quietly, setting his pen down. You nodded tiredly, before clambering into his welcoming arms and settling your face into the crook of his neck.
“I know,” you mumbled against him, pressing a small kiss to his jaw, “But I couldn’t find my soldier.”
His heart swelled and tightened simultaneously. You, too, suffered from your fair share of nightmares; he knew that he was one of the only people — if not the only person — who could tame them. “I’m sorry, baby, but this paperwork…”
“We can do it together,” you say groggily, picking up a page from his desk. “And then we can sleep. Sound good?”
He looked down at you as you read through the page you held, and a small smile grew almost unconsciously on his face. “Sounds good.”
Gabriel Reyes / Reaper
It’s exactly 00:01 when the lock on the front door clicks and shudders through the house — 6 hours later than expected. Like a bullet, you fly from the couch and out to the hallway, where your man was tiredly dropping his bags to the floor.
“Gabe!” You cry out, feeling tears burn in your eyes. You throw your arms around him and pull him close, throat clogged with tears. “You didn’t call — I — I thought—”
Gabriel holds you tightly, his arms wound around your back and clutching you like he needed you to live. He knew you well enough to know that you had most likely been waiting on the couch since he was expected to arrive — waiting for a phone call that would never come.
“Shhh, mi alma,” he coos gently into your ear, beginning to rock back and forth with you. “There’s no need to worry.”
“When you didn’t call,” you began, bottom lip trembling, “I thought the worst…”
Gabriel pulled back, placing a gentle hand on your cheek and the other down to the soft bump that grew within your stomach. Your hand ghosted over the bruises on his jaw and the scars along his cheek. “I will always come back to you both, mi amor. Never doubt that.”
Jesse McCree
It was nearing 11PM and he still hadn’t stopped. You stood outside the door to the nursery, leaning against the doorframe. A smile of tired amusement painted your face as you took in your husband, covered mostly in paint and masking tape, as he continued to paint the walls a light yellow.
“Maybe it’s time for a break?” You suggested, breaking the silence. Jesse turned to you, his eyes widening.
“Now darlin’,” he began, ushering you out of the room, “You know the paint’s not good for the baby!”
“Neither is his momma being stressed because his daddy won’t rest!” You argued, tugging at Jesse’s sleeve. You pouted at him, nuzzling against the side of his neck. “C’mon, Jesse, I’ll sleep better if you’re beside me.”
He glanced back at the unfinished nursery behind him.
“Your very pregnant and very tired wife is asking you to get some rest,” you pressed, raising an eyebrow.
Jesse sighed, and kissed your forehead. “Gimme ten minutes, baby. Ten minutes.”
Your eyes narrowed. “I’ll give you seven — and then you better be back, you hear?”
“Loud and clear, ma’am.” Jesse grinned, planting one last kiss against your lips before he disappeared back into the nursery. You sighed, rolling your eyes. He’d be at least 15 minutes — but you’d wait. You really did sleep better when it was him you fell asleep with.
Hanzo Shimada
You find him on the roof, gazing up at the sky. His bow sits beside him, and an arrow is perched in his hands. It’s much too late to tell the time, but the streets have cleared and left the world silent. You had fallen asleep hours earlier, after the few rounds of love-making had tired you out, and only possessed a dressing gown with which to keep you warm.
For a while, he says nothing. He lets you sit down beside him and rest your head on his shoulder, but still he gazes out into nothingness. Then, he speaks.
“I was raised to be without emotion,” he murmurs. You see his fingers tighten around the arrow in his hand. “I was raised to be dangerous and uncaring. I suppose I succeeded in doing so.”
“That’s not true,” you whisper back, kissing his shoulder. “That’s not true at all, Hanzo. You care more than anyone I’ve ever known. In your own way.”
This was a reoccurring conversation that Hanzo never seemed to understand. He believed deep down that you deserved better than him; somebody less dangerous, more emotional. Someone able to care for you both externally and internally.
“I wouldn’t want anybody else to care for me,” you confess, trailing your hand towards his. You took hold of the arrow gently, and set it down between you. “I’ve never loved someone as much as I do you.”
Hanzo looked down. He didn’t say anything — but he didn’t need to. You had learned to read him, and the tightening of his hand around yours and the narrowing of his eyes spoke volumes.
I love you too.
Genji Shimada
There were times where Genji couldn’t fall asleep until the next morning. Sometimes the whirring of his robotic parts drove him from dreamland or his mind refused to cooperate with his demand for sleep.
Sometimes, on more… sombre nights he would be plagued with bad memories and self-doubting thoughts. This was one of those nights.
“What is the matter, my love?” You say sleepily, rising into a sitting position. He had pulled himself from the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, head hung low. You wind your arms around his shoulder, kissing the nape of his neck. “Can’t sleep?”
He gives a small, empty laugh, shaking his head. “It’s just one of those days, beloved. You should go back to sleep.”
“And leave you alone?” You say incredulously. “I don’t think so. Nobody deserves to be alone at—” You risk a glance at the digital clock on the bedside table— “1AM on a Wednesday.”
“Awfully specific.”
You shrug. “You don’t deserve to be alone either way, Genji. We’ll meditate — or I can make some tea, if you’d like.”
The love that he feels for you feels like it’s been multiplied by thousands. Very few have truly cared for him like this.
“I think,” Genji begins, taking you fully into his arms, “That being with you will calm me just fine, beloved.”
And what do you know? He falls asleep easier than he ever has.
Anyway, fuck that post about how all kabuki actors where bisexual prostitutes by someone who just wants mch*nzo fanfic fuel, here’s something true and cool about hanzo’s new skin.
The kumadori makeup he’s wearing is that of a “hero” character, rather than a villain! To simplify it greatly, red=good, black/blue = bad (or ghost), and grey/brown = demon/monster.
Also, the more complex the design, the more emotional/passionate the character is. From the chart below, he’s between “justice” and “handsome guys” 😜
Who knows if the overwatch devs actually researched this, or if they just chose a random pattern that looked cool, but still fun to know!
So, I finally decided to browse this map today. None other than with the Hacker Beauty herself ;3 and I have some interesting things I wanna show you.
Now its no surprise that I found Mccree’s Hat at the bar considering, at the same bar, he and Sombra we’re drinking near each other in the Reflection comic. None the less I’m still curious why he was in Castillo on that day and why he forgot his hat xD
But I digress, what I’m really ecstatic about is seeing this, or should I say “them” at the bar.
Yup, you guessed it. The Junkers themselves, Junkrat and Roadhog.
Now this is the map to the Bank on Dorado so at one time or another it seems that Calaveras, the bar on Castillo, was the place where they sat down and starting skimming their evil plan on robbing the bank
Its painfully obvious that it was them, who robbed the bank, as it shows their junker items where found sprawled out all over the bank vault. It doesn’t help that they got their crazy mugs caught in the action
Nice try Junkrat at being inconspicuous. Maybe next time xD
When I was wondering around in Sombra’s room, as you know, Blizzard likes to leave little details everywhere they can. I found these pictures on her floor and it got me wondering, was she drinking there at the bar to get information on Mccree or was it just coincidence? Also was this the day that she found out, the masked vigilante known as Soldier 76, was actually Jack Morrison who was presumed dead at the Swiss base explosion. Hmmm so many questions..
Also wondering what type of dirt sombra is trying to
dig up on with Ana Amari, hmm curious..
Oh little thing I stumbled upon, when walking past her room to get to
the bar I found this graffiti courtyard and in the back of it is a speaker.
It so happens that it was playing music that sounds like the same
music the thugs were playing in the car/payload in the Soldier 76 cinematic. I
could be wrong but it also sounds like it could be Lucio’s.
But its just a theory 😉
BONUS THINGS!!
Did you know that Sombra’s teddy bear also has an overwatch logo on it?
I had so much fun writing these!! Some hit a bit close to home :’) but i hope your cute butts enjoy this post (also these vary in size!!) warnings: implied nsfw, diets, cuddling????¿¿
A hand ghosts over your profile; from your temple, to your jaw, and down, down, down, until he grasped your hips with a strong hand. He had gifted you with an expensive silk robe; light pink in colour and embroidered with beautiful birds and flowers. It’s something he had always wanted to see you wear. He had imagined how it would look; how it would flow over your curves and soft stomach, how it would hug your arms and curve of your back just right. But now, seeing it in front of him, he couldn’t have ever imagined a sight as sweet.
“You don’t think I look too…?” You trail off, eyebrows furrowing at your reflection. You didn’t like the way some areas bulged, or tugged on the fabric. You thought your figure too awkward, too large.
“Too…?” He prompted.
“Big.”
Hanzo looked genuinely confused for a few seconds, though he recovers quickly. He poises himself behind you, meeting your eyes through the reflection. His eyes were always dark but they seemed even darker now, and you swallowed as he placed a hand beneath your breasts and the other just below it. Eyes never moving from yours, he placed a kiss right beneath your ear.
“No such thing, beloved.”
Genji
Ever since you were child you had been considered fat. You had the thick thighs, love handles, the muffin top, the arms, the chin, you name it. It had resulted in self-esteem issues that had been hard to rid yourself of. And sometimes, they came back to haunt you.
You knew that Genji and Angela had… had something. Back in the day she had saved him, and that was something he’d always be in her debt for. You could see it in their eyes, in the smiles they gave each other, in the way they confided in each other — and although you knew that Genji’s heart was irrevocably yours, some days you couldn’t help but let those deep-rooted fears seep back into the forefront of your mind.
She was so thin, so dainty and small and gentle. You were the complete opposite, and you hated it enough to want to fold in on yourself whenever you saw her, wanting to be smaller, tinier, daintier. You hated the stretch marks that swam from your hips to your armpits, envious of the clear, smooth skin she boasted. She was everything you weren’t, and yet…
“What bothers you, my love?”
Genji returned to you every night, not her. He kissed up your stomach and pecked each and every stretch mark, nuzzled his nose into your hips and bit cheekily at your thighs, smoothed his hands up your back, not hers. At the end of the day, Genji was always yours.
“Nothing.” You smile, brushing your hand over his cheek. “Nothing at all.”
McCree
Jesse McCree liked his women thick. Not that he was opposed to a thinner woman, but there was something about squishy thighs and soft stomachs and curvaceous hips that drove him crazy. He loved the feeling of his lady’s waist in his hands, or the fullness of her figure; and, maybe on the more mature side, the way she felt against him when they were between the sheets, nothing separating them.
“Now, darlin’,” he chastises, lighting his cigar casually, “Don’t be talkin’ like that.”
“Like what?” You say innocently, avoiding his eyes that grew more serious with each second.
“You know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. Lookin’ down on yourself. Treatin’ yourself less than the queen you are.”
You flush, fiddling with your fingers. You knew you had a way of unconsciously nitpicking at the bad things about yourself. Jesse hated it, but he was gentle in his reminders and for that you were grateful.
“’Cause you are, ya hear?” He finishes, voice serious. He places a finger right underneath your chin, pulling the cigar out of his mouth only to press his lips to yours. “A queen. My queen.”
Soldier: 76
“A diet?” Jack echoes, looking at you in confusion. “Why?”
You cough at his sudden attention, shrugging. The salad in front of you is limp and damp, lacking any colour or excitement. Your stomach rumbles at the thought of something more appealing, but instead you shovel another leaf in your mouth. “I dunno. Just figured I could lose a few more pounds.”
You try to ignore his stares as you force down another forkful, eyes cast to the table. Of course you knew why you wanted to go on a diet. You wanted to be thinner, more dainty. You had an image drilled into your mind, and you had been taught to constantly try and achieve it. He’s well aware of this. Jack sighs suddenly, and from your peripheral you can see him shake his head.
“If this is what you want, sweetheart, I’ll support you,” he starts slowly, raising a brow as you meet his eyes. He reaches over the table to intertwine your hands, bowing his lip to your knuckles. “But if it isn’t, don’t force yourself, alright? You’re beautiful. You’re perfect. I wouldn’t want you to change for the world unless you truly wanted it, okay?”
Tears burn at the back of your eyes. Happy tears, and you hope he knows that he’s the cause of them.
Reaper
“Ah, cariño,” Gabriel says, grinning to himself when he sees the sight before him. “Perfect timing, eh?”
What a sight to come home to, after 3 long months of sleepless nights and action-packed days. Your wife, fresh out of the shower and wearing absolutely nothing.
You scoff, rolling your eyes as you tuck a strand of wet hair behind your ear. You set your hairbrush on your vanity, raising an eyebrow at him through the mirror. It’s all in good nature, though, and he knows this, humming as he bends to wrap his arms around your damp shoulders. He pecks your neck, just at your pulse point, a hand snaking up your towel and grasping at—
“Gabe!” You gasp, smacking his hands away. “I just showered, you insatiable little–”
“Three months,” he interrupts, inhaling deeply. “Without your hips, your thighs, your arms, your sweet, sweet, little—”
You turn, pulling his lips to yours just to stop the onslaught of filthy words you knew was coming. He grunts, tangling his hair in your wet locks to stable you against him.
“So either you stay here and get dressed, cariño,” he says huskily, ghosting his lips over yours, “Or you can walk your cute ass over to the bathroom and join your very excited husband in the shower.”
You swallow, throat suddenly dry, and that’s all the answer he needs.
Roadhog
“Mako,” you sigh, nuzzling your face into your husband’s broad chest. You pull the blankets up to your chin, eyes fluttering shut. “Stay still.”
He grunts, adjusting himself once again, but says nothing. You frown, lifting your head up towards him. A sudden realisation hits you and you wince. “Am I too heavy?”
Mako, the 7’ 3" giant that he was, could only stare at you for a second. He was the strongest man he knew, the largest man he knew, and the fact that you thought that you were too heavy for him was more than a little confusing. To him, you were the perfect shape and size. Soft, chubby, warm. You had the squishiest thighs and the most huggable hips, and he loved every part of you. “Are you serious?”
Rolling your eyes, you sit up, easing your weight off of him until you collapsed onto the bed, much more cold than you had been previously. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”
Mako makes a sound of annoyance, and you yelp as his arms wind around you and hoist you up on top of him again. Much warmer, much more comfortable. “You’re as light as a feather. It’s just too warm in here.”
With that in mind, he kicks off the covers and keeps you warm in his arms, letting you cuddle into him for the whole night.
Ana: I thought you were dead?
Soldier 76: I thought you were dead!
Mercy: Oh, come on. Isn’t anyone in this place dead?
Reaper, appearing beside her: I didn’t want to make a fuss, but now that you mention it…
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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