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[tussene]

Reaper in Overwatch Animated Short | “Infiltration”

[embrace-tranquility]

Being around as long as me you don’t really keep track of new blogs that are made so:

If you’re a new/old Overwatch rp blog, like or reblog this post! I need some new people to follow and I’d love to see more of the fandom that I already know. ❤

[92544211]

Would you mind reblogging this if you’re willing to interact with an ic blog for Sombra from Overwatch? Thank you!

[laveusa-a-blog]

hi overwatch roleplayers!! i’m a brand new widowmaker and i’m looking for friends – i’d be so grateful if you could give a reblog or a ❤︎ and i will follow!! thank you!!

[die-once-more]

Welcome!

[spockirkcoy]

wip of edgy owl son

[bitch-biscuits]

REAPER NEEDS TO CALM HIS FUCKING THIGHS OR SO HELP ME

[rikkiatia]

Mercykill Headcanon

My extended headcanon about how I would see MercyKill (Mercy x Reaper) playing out in the world. Beware: it’s like 3k words below the reamore. @_@;;

Mercy/Angela is 17 when she joins Overwatch, Reyes is ~35 (this is ~4years before the formation of Blackwatch so Gabriel is still in charge of Overwatch).

Gabriel didn’t even want her to join “Who wants a 17 year old kid to be our head of medical research?” but Morrison insists.

Mercy joins and there’s this immediate tension between them- she can sense Reyes dislikes her.

Truth is he’s jealous of her success at such a young age (she already has her doctorate).

Morrison remains Mercy’s point-person and mentor throughout her early days of working with the organization. She admires him, and Reyes envies this.

Over the next 5 years, Mercy gains his respect through impeccable work ethic and her invention of the Caduceus staff technology

Reyes enjoys watching Mercy bond and mentor Fareeha (Pharah), who is 5 years her junior. Ana is away on missions too much to be a proper mother, but this is before Mercy goes on field assignment so she’s around to be a surrogate mother to Fareeha.

The first time Mercy really challenges Reyes is when she insists on field placement. “Zhink of all zhe good I could do!” “Think of how little good you will do when you’re dead.”

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…… Ok….

[die-once-more]

Yas~

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( Howdy guys, so until I make a proper promo could you like/reblog this post if you’re willing to rp with a new McCree? I’m completely new to this fandom and nervous af, but would LOVE to check out more blogs! (☞^∀°)☞ )

[rockinrpmemes]

Reblog if you never pressure players to adhere to popular *fanon* & accept original canon & other people’s headcanons as VALID.

Just because you disagree with other fans’ ideas or the original canon intent, doesn’t make it right to BULLY others. So many people pressure or ridicule those that disagree with what “the fandom” declares as law, but ignore that other people’s opinions as well as the CREATOR’S material are crucial. 

[aralei]

Be careful when you fire a bullet-

[aralei]

Aralei noticed the flashing of the security camera. She noticed how security hadn’t come, how he’d been in her room for god knows how long. …Had he done something to them?…. “I-I th-think I do,” She muttered, terrified. She sure looked it, with those weirdly-huge eyes of hers staring up at him. “You were….you were there when I was….shot. …Did you….were you the one that called the police?”

Of course she was scared. Who wouldn’t be, when faced with that? He was dodging her questions, visiting her room in the dark of night. …And yet, he had saved her life. That, she couldn’t contest. He had really, truly saved her life. She tried to focus on that- that, logically, he wouldn’t save her life if he planned to hurt her again. ….Right?

[die-once-more]

“Don’t stutter, nor mutter. Perhaps, I was the one who called upon the police. But, now that you’re safe and sound… My job here’s done.”

The phantom stated, turning around, giving his back to Aralei and beginning to slowly head for one of the room’s windows. He was clearly about to vanish.

But, even though her questions were answered, those answer only aroused her more, and filled her head with a bunch more of doubts. Why would a man like him save her? He was definitely not a hero, and there was no way he knew Aralei. Why had he acted like this?

[aralei]

“Wait!” She called out after him. She tried to sit up, but moved too quickly, and gasped at the mixture of nausea and pain she felt. “Please…..tell me who you are…”

Her world was spinning. She wanted, more than anything, to know who he was. He barely seemed human- he had all the makings of a monster. And yet, and yet, and yet, he had saved her.

He wasn’t a monster. She knew that now- despite his harsh words, despite his masked visage, despite everything about him that screamed death; HE HAD GRANTED HER LIFE.

[die-once-more]

Her thoughts were right. A poetical being would say this man, or whatever he was, wore a disguise of a monster, when below, an angel struggled to escape from such attire.

Reaper stopped on his tracks upon hearing the girl’s voice, his head slowly turned to the side, not quite facing her yet.

“Not are, but were. I’m nothing but a husk of who I truly was, and the question you actually seek is: ‘Who were you?’

Because now... Now I’m nothing but a shell, a shell who dares call itself a man, when what lies behind this mask, is anything but what I’d call a human.”

The withered one spoke with grim words.

“And I suggest you don’t fall, for I won’t be able to help you stand up next time you do. Not again...”

[aralei]

Be careful when you fire a bullet-

[aralei]

Aralei noticed the flashing of the security camera. She noticed how security hadn’t come, how he’d been in her room for god knows how long. …Had he done something to them?…. “I-I th-think I do,” She muttered, terrified. She sure looked it, with those weirdly-huge eyes of hers staring up at him. “You were….you were there when I was….shot. …Did you….were you the one that called the police?”

Of course she was scared. Who wouldn’t be, when faced with that? He was dodging her questions, visiting her room in the dark of night. …And yet, he had saved her life. That, she couldn’t contest. He had really, truly saved her life. She tried to focus on that- that, logically, he wouldn’t save her life if he planned to hurt her again. ….Right?

[die-once-more]

"Don't stutter, nor mutter. Perhaps, I was the one who called upon the police. But, now that you're safe and sound... My job here's done."

The phantom stated, turning around, giving his back to Aralei and beginning to slowly head for one of the room's windows. He was clearly about to vanish.

But, even though her questions were answered, those answer only aroused her more, and filled her head with a bunch more of doubts. Why would a man like him save her? He was definitely not a hero, and there was no way he knew Aralei. Why had he acted like this?

[rsvnr]

You know, I think one of the worst feelings is finding out that you didn’t mean as much to someone as you thought you did, and you just feel stupid, and because you looked desperate, about caring too much.

[puss-puss-witch]

This wedsite is fucking shit, it’s so Aaass. People get offended to like a spiritual level about everything.

[dinomoder]

maybe don’t post stupid shit, tag it as Overwatch and all the characters mentioned, then delete it and vague-post when it gets the exact kind of attention anyone with a single brain cell would expect it to get.

Just bad practice. 

[apocketuniverse]

no offense but maybe you could actually ignore the post and keep shipping what you want to ship anyways

it was rudely worded, yes. but you could leave him alone and keep shipping as you do and he couldnt stop you, so i just dont see the point in checking in on his blog to keep coming back to it when you could just drop it and keep doing whatever you wanted in the overwatch fandom

i havent got any ships for overwatch and i get that maybe he worded it rudely and tagged it but he can have the opinion that those ships are disgusting and it cant stop you from still liking those ships so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

im just saying its a pretty dumb reason to harass him when its a couple of ships for a video game he cant actually stop you from shipping

[die-once-more]

This ^ I had the same idea, but I wouldn't have worded it as perfectly as you did. @apocketuniverse

[aralei]

Be careful when you fire a bullet-

[aralei]

Aralei gasped quietly, pulling the covers right up to her nose. She wasn’t surprised exactly- somehow, she’d been expecting him, though she couldn’t put her finger on why. Maybe it was simply because of his presence that she’d felt before…the nightmare that seemed an analogy for his very existence. She could have sworn that he was here to take her away- whisk her off to the next life. But instead, he was asking her how she was feeling?…. “I-I’m f-feeling rather confused,” She stuttered, fighting the urge to grovel. “I-I mean, I…..w…who are you?”

[die-once-more]

The phantasm groaned, rubbing the forehead of his mask.

“My name does not matter, and even if I told you, it wouldn’t matter as well, would it?”

Reaper asked, once again, evading her question. It was worth noting that one camera was located in one of the room’s corners, and a small red light indicated that it was clearly recording live footage. So, if that was the case, why had no one interrupted the ongoing situation?

Where was security? 

And how had this man slipped into her room without no one noticing him.

Reaper noticed her expression, deciding to hint her on the truth of what had happened.

“You still don’t get it, do you...?”

He spoke.

“Don’t you remember me...?”

[aralei]

Be careful when you fire a bullet-

[die-once-more]

The silhouette nodded off her question, answering with a question of his, 

“…How are you feeling…?

He asked, his voice that of a phantom. Seconds passed after he spoke, and the moonlight began to shine over him, revealing his true appearance.

It was him…

The man that had approached her in her moment of weakness and despair, both physically and emotionally, now stood before her bed, his non-existent eyes fixed on Aralei.

His ghostly presence would send shivers down any being’s spine, wether human or not.

His mask would strike fear in any man’s heart.

And his colors would make the most disrespectful of men bow.