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Rules for asks!

Hey! We are a writing/drawing prompt blog! We write and draw prompts for Overwatch. If you have any requests, feel free to send an ask, be sure to include if you want a drawing or a drabble. Otherwise, we’ll just pick one!

Rules for prompt requests!

We are not doing NSFW

We only do canon characters (no OCs, no x reader)

No character deaths

We welcome all platonic pairings!

 Here is the list of romantic pairings we write/draw for:

Reaper x Soldier: 76

Moira x Mercy

Cassidy x Ashe

Baptiste x Mauga

Sombra x Zarya

Ana x Reinhardt

Junkrat x Roadhog

Widowmaker x Tracer

Torbjörn x Ingrid

Sigma x Harold Winston

Pharah x Brigitte

Lúcio x D.Va

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Could I request a drawing of Cassidy being destroyed in poker by Ashe? Thank ya kindly!

Of course! Thanks for the request! :D

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Reaper76 in an elevator part 2! :D <3

“What are you going to do, Jack?” Reaper challenged.

That the other man had survived until now was dumb luck. There was nothing Jack could do to him.

In the blink of an eye, the mask was torn from him.

His eyes widened. Jack hadn’t seen his face since he became this… thing. Dead. Degenerated. An echo of the man who had once been. Grey and withered, decomposing… Gabriel was no more. And now Jack could see it. There was no more hiding.

He grabbed Jacks’ wrist with a snarl “satisfied?”

The click of Jacks’ mask opening filled the elevator as Reaper was pressed against the wall. Hard.

“Not yet.”

Reaper didn’t get to reply, before warm lips claimed his own cold, dead ones.

What was Jack doing? He had just seen him. Seen what he was! What sort of plan did he think he could get away with?

With a furious growl he grabbed hold of Jack. Digging his talons into his jacket, pulling him closer. This was Jacks own doing.

He belonged to him now.

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Writing prompt for Reaper76! Uhm ... reaper and soldier (canon) stuck in an elevator!

The elevator came to a screeching hold.

“What was that?”

Jacks’ eyes went to the control panel. They had not yet reached the third floor.

“I think we’re stuck.”

The intercom crackled, informing them that the battle between the snipers was still going on the roof. Jack knew he should have taken the stairs!

“If you think an elevator can hold me, Morrison” Gabriel raised his shot gun.

In his mind Jack saw so clearly the frustration on Gabriel’s face, that the mask was now concealing.

“You think I did this?” Ana was on that roof. Jack was going to help her!

“Hrmph. No.” Gabriel apparently decided “Sombra. What’s going on?”

Jack wasn’t happy with being ignored but the problem seemed to be Gabriel’s end.

“Just thought I’d let Widowmaker have her chance to finish the job” a female voice came, not from Gabriel’s intercom but from the elevators’ “take the old woman down.”

“Get me up there, now!” Jack demanding, hitting the control panel!

“Step down, Morrison. She doesn’t follow your orders.” Gabriel said.

“Gabe, I swear!” Jack grabbed him by the collar!

The white mask starred back at him, unimpressed.

“What are you going to do, Jack?”

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Hiya! Could you draw Mauga x Baptiste in matching hawaiian shirts?

🙏❤️

Drawings are back! Cheers! 🎉

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Eyy MoiraxMercy prompt: "Please stop petting the test subjects." Y'all are rad I hope God gives you cool jean jackets

Lena had been disturbing the rabbits sleep schedule for the past week. Angela had, nicely, asked her not to. And yet the next morning, the rabbits sleep patterns seemed affected. Angela had put up a sign “Please do not pet the test subject” and taken a stern talk with Lena. It could ruin their tests if she didn’t stop! Lena had promised that she wouldn’t do it again with a guilty look on her face that had led Angela to believe her.

Yet tonight, as Angela was closing the lab and getting ready for sleep… she heard a sound, coming from the rabbits’ room.

“Lena!” she swung open the door “how many times do I have to ask you to-“

Moira O’Deorain looked at Angela like a deer in headlights. The rabbit snuggled up in her arms, one hand petting it between the ears.

“…please stop petting the test subjects” Angela finished.

“Ah… Dr. Ziegler. I thought you had gone to bed” Moira said. This was the first time Angela had ever seen the other woman flustered.

“One of my experiments took longer than expected” Angela replied.

“Is that so? What are you working on and why was the expected time exceeded?” Moira asked with genuine interest.

Angela shook her head “… Moira, what are you doing with the rabbits?”

Moira cleared her throat “I was just adding a new formular to their water supply, I believe I send you an e-mail containing the details?”

“At 3 AM?” Angela mused.

“… I didn’t wish to disturb you” Moira placed the rabbit back down in its cage.

“The rabbits need to maintain their sleep schedule.” Angela walked next to Moira, looking down at the sleepy rabbits, before glancing back up at Moira “if you want to pet them, you should come back in the morning.”

“I do happen to have a new nutrition blend that might prove beneficial.” Moira said without looking at Angela “shall we say 11 AM?”

Angela couldn’t help but smile “super.”

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For the Drawing prompt, can you do Pharitte with Pharah and Brigitte cuddling by a tree with Ganymede on Pharah's head and Brig's Cat in her lap or those carry hugs position embraces with Pharah hovering a little bit off the ground with both outside of their armor (like a visit to the Lindholm's). Sorry if this ask is too much. Take care

Hey everyone! We are two people on this blog (one who draws and one who writes!) Our lovely artist who draw is going on vacation for a week! So future drawing prompts won't be worked on until the week after!

Thanks for all the cool requests!

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could i request a writing prompt for moicy? halloween themed with banshee moira and witch mercy? thank you!

The Banshee’s keening wailed that night

Heralded the death

And as they filled with grief and fright

He took his final breath

“It’s been decades since someone last dared summon me” the banshee stepped out of the summoning circle, eyeing Angela curiously “a witch.”

Angela took a calming breath. She could feel the dark magic radiating from the other woman “I am in need of your assistance.”

The banshee laughed at that. A deep, throaty sound that send a shiver down Angela’s spine.

“In need of my assistance?” the banshee mocked, slowly creeping around Angela, placing a hand on her shoulder “the banshee assists no one, only Death.”

“That is who I am seeking!” Angela said, straightening her back as she spoke.

The banshee let out an unimpressed snort. “You seek Death? I am not his lackey. Go bother someone else.”

“Wait!” Angela’s staff started glowing and she quickly grabbed the woman by the wrist “I wish to stop death!”

The banshee looked surprised. Then amused. “You wish to stop death? A mere mortal is no match for Death.”

“You’re wrong” Angela tightened her grip, not letting her disappear now “I have fought death before. I can fight it! I just need to find it! And you” she looked her in the eyes “you know when someone is about to die, before their heart stops beating.”

The banshee moved closer to her “you have fought death? Surely not for one who has heard the banshee wail.”

“Yes” Angela insisted “and now I need to know how you do it. How are you able to find them? If I learned, I could heal them, before-”

“Curious” the banshee interrupted, gently taking hold of Angela’s chin “you claim such power. And seek my knowledge.”

Angela’s heart was racing but she did not look away “yes.”

A smile crept across the banshee’s face. “Fortunately… I like to share knowledge.”

Angela’s eyes widened “you’ll tell me?”

“Yes” the banshee moved closer, leaving little space between them “if you in turn share your knowledge”

Angela suddenly felt uncertain “… what would you use that knowledge for?”

The banshee tsked “knowledge is its own goal. And I have yet to see someone with the healing powers you claim. Show me, and together, we will both learn.”

“… and you won’t try to stop me, from saving them?” Angela asked.

The banshee looked unimpressed “no. I do not care what happens to them, witch.”

“Hrmph. Then we have a deal, banshee.” Angela replied.

“Brilliant.” The banshee held out her hand “Moira O’Deorain, at your service.”

Angela looked at the hand. Then she shook it.

“Angela Ziegler.”

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Widowtracer pokemon battle! (A writing request) ^^

“Arbok, poison sting.”

“Jolteon, use quick attack!”

Team Rocket had once again been up to no good and it was up to Lena to stop them! The dangerous “Widowmaker” was one of their best trainers and Lena’s nemesis!

Jolteon managed to dodge the attack and slammed the Arbok into the ground!

This was her opening!

“Jolteon, use thunder shock!”

Success! Arbok did not get back up!

“Arbok, return”

Widowmaker grabbed another Poké Ball, seemed their battle was not over yet!

“Flareon, go.”

A beautiful Flareon appeared, looking ready to fight.

Jolteon made a sound of surprise and then pure joy!

The Flareon made an equally happy noise of regionalization.

“Oi! I think they might know each other, luv!” Lena exclaimed.

Widowmaker frowned slightly.

“Do you think they’re family! They might be siblings! Oh, that’s so sweet! How long do you think it’s been since they last met?” Lena continued as her Jolteon went to greet Flareon!

“Flareon, ember.”

“OI!” Lena quickly jumped in front of her Jolteon to shield him from the unexpected flames!... that… never came.

The Flareon hadn’t followed the command!

“Foolish girl, did you try to jump in front of flames? You, unlike your pokémon, would have died.” Widowmaker said.

“Yeah well you, unlike your pokémon, is heartless! You just tried to make them fight!” Lena said, as she got back on her feet, standing protectively in front of Jolteon! She wasn’t going to let Widowmaker let Flareon fight!

Flareon’s ears were down and it looked upset!

Widowmaker looked down at her pokémon, mumbling something in French that Lena could not understand. It sounded almost soothing and the Flareon responded right away. Wagging its tail and nodding.

“Hrmph.” Widowmaker returned it.

“Seems you got lucky, this time.”

and then she turned to leave.

“Hey! Wait- are you leaving?” Lena asked in surprise.

“Next time, it will not go as easy.” Widowmaker promised.

Lena couldn’t help but smile “there is a heart beating in there, I knew it!”

“You know nothing, Oxton.” Widowmaker said tonelessly “Next time it will not go this way.” Then a smoke bomb was activated and Widowmaker was gone!

Lena didn’t like the way she’d said that. She’d said it like something bad was going to happen… and Lena had a feeling it was the woman, not the pokémon, she had to worry for.

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Perhaps something with Zarya and Sombra just hanging out and having a good time at a themebpark?

”You know, you don’t have to do this” Sombra said, as Zarya got in line for the high striker.

“Da. I promised you the biggest teddy bear. That is the biggest teddy bear. I will not lose.” Zarya promised as the line moved ahead.

“These games are all rigged” Sombra glanced up at the taller woman “so don’t take it personally if it doesn’t work.”

Zarya let out a snort “no machine can beat me! Rigged or not, I will defeat it!”

Sombra sighed. Zarya was going to be disappointed. Why had she said she wanted the biggest prize? She knew that most of the games were rigged, and Zarya was too damn trusting of this world.

And then it was Zarya’s turn.

“I am winning the big bear” she informed the man handing her the hammer.

“That’s the top prize. Good luck” the guy responded.

“I do not need luck” Zarya lifted the hammer high about her head. “I am the strongest!”

And then she slammed the hammer down with enough force to make both Sombra and the poor guy jump where they stood, as the puck speeded towards the top and made the bell ring out loudly!

“YOU DID IT!” Sombra cheered.

“Da. Of course” Zarya said confidently, her ears turning a little pink.

Sombra gave her a big hug, before excitedly pointing at the giant teddy bear. It was almost bigger than her.

It was the best gift she had ever gotten.

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Drawing request! Reaper76! Gabe and Jack dancing at the masquerade!

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Ok, I've got a writing prompt for you! The couple is Moicy and the line/prompt is "After five years, she just happens to be walking down my street?"

It was a warm day.

That’s why she’d decided to spend it reading in the garden.

A sound had distracted her attention and she looked up as sunlight caught in golden hair.

Her heart skipped a beat.

How? Why?

After five years, she just happens to be walking down my street?

No. It couldn’t be a coincidence.

“Angela Ziegler.”

Her voice startled the other woman and she looked up at her in surprise.

“Moira? What are you doing here?”

She stole the question right from her mouth.

“I live here.” Moira replied.

“Oh” again Angela seemed surprised “that’s right, you’re from Ireland…”

“Indeed.” Moira studied her face. She did not look like a woman who had expected to see her. “And what are you doing here?”

“Ah… I finally got around to take that vacation…” Angela said with a slight laugh “and I always wanted to see Dublin”

“It is a beautiful city” she was dressed in casual wear. No sign of suit or staff. “So, you are not here for work?”

“No.” Angela said quickly and frowned. Looking around – searchingly “and you?... you are not here for work?”

“No.” Moira assured “no. It’s just me here. I too am enjoying some time off.”

Angela seemed to physically relax at that “good… that’s good.”

Moira had to agree. She did not want Talon close to Angela these days. While she for most parts could respect Akande’s vision, sometimes he was horrible ignorant in the matters of who needed to be kept alive.

“Well…” Angela looked like a woman who was about to leave. Trying to find the words to say goodbye. Moira could not let that happen.

“Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?” she said, before Angela could make her escape.

Angela looked surprised, then hesitant.

Moira didn’t dare breath. That was more than she had hoped for.

Then hesitation turned to determination and Angela smiled “… yes, coffee sounds nice.”

Moira felt herself smile in return “splendid.”