18+ ONLY ; MATURE CONTENT just another reader insert blog for DARK!OVERWATCH DRABBLES always read RULES before sending a request or submission! written by echo icon by @jawsum
Hi! Welcome back :) May I request a cis!fem reader asking Hanzo and Genji (separate) why they are being so cruel to her? She doesn't ask in defiance, genuine curiosity as to why they treat her so poorly
Thank you!
Genji’s doesn’t quite fit right with me. He just would not cooperate with this, and we both had to compromise to get it down. Apologies if his half feels forced or awkward.
RATING: Sa/fe for Wo/rk
WARNINGS: [Allusions to] Physical abuse, kidnapping, spanking, humiliation, strangulation, injury, dehumanization, non-c/onsens/ual and unsafe BDSM-ish dynamics. Abusive and controlling behaviors.
HANZO:
The soft whisper of expensive leather was deafening in the midst of freshly fallen silence. Moments ago your cries had accompanied the rhythmic crack of a lash on your rear. Your captor was diligent and silent as he worked you over, only breaking the shared, steady tempo with an utterance to remove yourself from his lap.
Kneeling obediently on the floor, your eyes flickered to him as he pulled on his gloves once more. You only spared a brief second to peek through the curtain of your hair, head still bowed submissively. Your heels stung against the tender marks the criss-crossed your ass, but it had been some time since you’d cried from a sore bottom.
Hanzo’s gaze landed on you, waiting patiently for his instruction. You didn’t need to look to know he was watching; your body was primed to feel his eyes.
“You have a question.” He rumbled, soft and deep above you. Often, he knew before you did. It only takes a moment’s hesitation for you to nod, dipping your chin but waiting for permission. He was right, of course, even as the words only now formed in your head. “Then ask.”
Permission given, you peeled your gaze from the floor and met his stare. Your chin trembled, as you asked something you hadn’t since your first weeks with him. “Why,” even as your throat threatened to close, you pushed through the words. “Why do you…. hurt me?”
“Why are you cruel?”
Your tone is soft and docile as ever, but after Hanzo’s attentive training you don’t think you could raise your tone in rebellion if someone paid you in your own freedom. Even so, you felt vulnerable, naked in more ways than the bare flesh of your thighs. Your gaze dropped, and even as your voice wobbled, the tears didn’t come. Not anymore.
“You don’t need to concern yourself with why,” Hanzo’s voice is low and clear, perfectly articulated through his accent. As he speaks, you nod, and don’t allow the frosty disappointment to creep in. Your soul is already cold; the fire inside you has been put out. Warmth couldn’t be doused if the embers had already gone out. “But I will tell you, precious thing.”
Slowly, your eyes inch back up to his face. He sits, and pats his lap. This time, he doesn’t want you bent over it- his gloves are on, after all. You approach with care, and settle yourself on your flaming skin without complaint. The heat of his legs burn your marks, but he smoothes a hand over your shoulder blades and you don’t dare move.
“You were broken,” he says. “When I found you.” You don’t argue, simply listen.
“And you had picked up the pieces of yourself, and put them back together,” It sounded like praise, but you knew better. “You camouflaged the cracks and hid them very well.
“But the fissures were there, and you were weak. The bonds holding you together, so tenuous. Fragile, vulnerable.” He rubs down the length of your spine, gentle and soothing. You sigh, nearly content.
“One cannot survive when their cracks threaten to split apart when the wind blows. There was little hope for you to ever be whole again without the aid of someone skilled and patient to shatter you again.”
You blink. How could one be repaired through such brutality? The corners of Hanzo’s mouth twitch in an almost-smile.
“It is called Kintsugi,” he says, and you don’t have to wonder if you have asked your question aloud, because he just knows. Hanzo always knows. “The art of repairing that which has been broken with gold. But first, your badly mended wounds must be broken and re-set, stronger.”
Vaguely, you recall having heard of such an art, in your life before. Of course, diligent, fastidious Hanzo would take it upon himself to extrapolate such a practice to people. You tried not to think too deeply about the breakage he saw within you. Instead, you soaked in the rare occasion of peace, enjoying that the serious man thought it worth his time to explain this to you. So you nod, and watch his face and try not to notice how human he might actually be, beneath his suit and gloves.
“I’m going to make you stronger, more beautiful, than you have ever been.
The camera shutter clicks, and you hate that there’s space for your stomach to drop when you hear it. Genji’s leans back, thumb flicking across the screen as he sends out your cum-streaked face with whatever the latest photo sharing app is. Humiliated, but too numb to do anything about it, you wipe your face on your t-shirt and turn away. The youngest Shimada does whatever he wants to, and you are no exception.
He flops on the bed next you, bouncing the mattress, and turns to face you.
Reaching over, he takes one of your hands, examining the fading green and yellow around your wrist, then traces the tender, muddled outline on your throat, too. “These are looking better– think your voice will come back soon, too?”
Gingerly, you touch your fingers to your damaged throat. A bruised larynx resided there, slow to heal in a stressful environment and meanwhile robbing you of speech. Pain still haunts your every swallow, but it’s better than it was a week ago, when Genji had gotten too enthusiastic about strangling you while he came. Dropping your hand, you shrug. He isn’t really asking, anyways.
“Talk to me,” he says, more intently than you’d like. Dubiously, you stare at him. His brow furrows. “You don’t wanna talk to me?”
Defeated, because he holds all the cards and always has, you sit up on your elbows and pull in a breath. Nothing outright twinges, which is a good sign.
“G- en… ji…” You wheeze out, vocal cords stiff and hoarse. Arms wrap around you, pulling you down, down into his chest, though it was like being dragged deep underwater. “You did it! You said my name, babe!” The grin he wears lights up his face, and you feel dread.
“Missed you voice,” he says, wrapping his arms around you. “Can’t wait to get you screaming again.” And he smiles at you like the sun.
Before he’d squeezed your voice away, you’d asked why he loved to hurt you.
“Someday, it won’t feel like hurt, anymore.” He’d told you without a hint of doubt.
it’s awesome to see you back! i’ve still got post notifs on for you, so i was happy to see that you posted! :) if i may, can i request some yandere genji and/or mccree using aphrodisiacs with an afab reader? thank you (and welcome back!) 💕✨
I was going to write a little of both, but then Genji burst in and demanded four pages of un-proofread filth. Enjoy.
WARNINGS: Explicit non-c/on (r/ape), vaginal sex, fingering, non-cons/ensual drug use
(This is also kinda sloppy writing, mostly because I cranked it out one sitting and couldn’t be assed to look it over again for mistakes or flow or mood consistency or really anything at all, so uh. Let’s just call it a warm-up.)
Sweat clings to your chest, heaving in desperate gasps of air. One fist shoves at his shoulder as he straddles you, dipping you back on the mattress as you claw at it with your other hand.
Rebellion still flickers in your eyes, and Genji wets his lips, eyes heavy with satisfaction. He hasn’t tried this with you before. If the fight you put up before was delicious, he had no idea what a little creativity could bring from you.
His knees plant on either side of your waist as bears down on you, forcing you down until you’re flat on your back. You snarl wordlessly, but it comes across like a needy gasp. He smiles, amusement painting his face. The familiar, unrestrained hatred is still in your eyes, but you have yet to claw his eyes out, or throw a knee up into his groin.
“That kicked in fast,” He quirks his lips, and runs a hand down your side, exploring your ribs, down your waist, past your hip. You twist away, but the friction from the bed has you panting. He dips his nose into the exposed crook of your neck, and murmurs into your damp skin. “Think you’re ready for some fun?”
The angry shrug you pull away with is as good an indicator as any. He hauls you up and settles your back against his chest, long legs splayed with yours.
“Get… off,” You hiss, feebly shoving at the arm he bars over your middle.
“Is that really what you want?” Genji asks, lips brushing the shell of your ear. It earns him a full-body shudder, and he slips a hand under you shirt to knead your breast, the grope restraining you flush against his chest. His free hand slides your belly, sly and assured. “Because… I bet if I keep going,” he wiggles his fingers under you waistband, “your pussy will tell me a different story.”
Incensed, you thrash against him. He hooks a leg over your knee to hold you still, chuckling as his fingers press down into your jeans. The moan you make when he slips his fingers into your slick, hot entrance is so uncharacteristically dirty that it almost gives him pause. Almost. “Fuck,” he swears. “You’re dripping, babe.”
You kick out uselessly with your free leg, scrabbling for purchase on the bed and sobbing through your clenched teeth as he thrusts experimentally. His thumb finds your clit and you jolt, hips edging away as he begins working the nub in circles. He scissors his fingers in tandem, then crooks them hard into your sweet spot. The orgasm it throws you into is sudden and wordless, breathy whines falling from your lips as he wrings the final throes from your muscles.
“This could be every night,” He says casually as your muscles finish spasming against him. “I could keep you like this, writhing in my lap and begging me for more.” He doesn’t slow or gentle his ministrations, and soon you’re bucking and screaming, fruitlessly angling to escape his hand.
“F-fuck you!” You grit out, raking nails down his bare arm. He laughs, because yeah, that’s the point.
Your head tosses against his shoulder, high strung and overstimulated and growing ever-more taught as he fucks his hand into you. Eyes wide, he watches rapt as you come undone once more, this time in a drawn-out shudder that squeezes your lungs. Your eyes screw shut and you grapple his wrist, searching desperately for reprieve. It looks like you’re in pain, and he groans, pushing his hips into your rear.
Genji keeps working you until you’re frantic, back arching and contorting away from his fingers while your undone jeans keep them trapped snugly in place.
“Genji!” You wail and he groans, thrusting his cock into your ass and grinding the heel of his palm into you until there are tears running down your cheeks and he can’t tell apart your orgasms from the racking sobs and shudders.
Finally, he pulls away while you shiver against him, teeth chattering. His fingers glisten and drip into your lap, so he wipes them on your jeans and rolls the two of you over. Face to face, the look you give him is so broken and wounded that it warms his heart. You’re already shaking your head, pushing at his hands before they’ve even found your pants.
“No, Genji, no–” But even as your fight renews beneath him, fresh, hot slick paints his wrist as your bottoms are pulled off and tossed to the floor. “Genji I can’t, don’t you fucking dare! Get off of me! Genji!” You shriek, hearing his zipper open, and the shuffle of clothes that tells you without looking that his jeans have joined yours on the floor below.
“You’re talkative all of a sudden,” Genji notes, a foreboding smile twitching at his lips. “Guess you’re not too tired to have a little more fun, then.” He slots his mouth into yours, swallowing your protests and curses as he thrusts shallowly against you, coating himself in your mess. He feels your breath die in your throat as he lines up, and your nails cut into his shoulders when he thrusts home.
You writhe while he works into you in steady strokes, and he’s only half certain you’re trying to dislodge him as you squirm. You’re a brat, for sure, and make it as hard as possible for him to fuck you on a good day. But even as you make it a similarly arduous task to fuck you tonight, Genji suspects you’re just too highly strung and frenzied to be dodging him on purpose.
“Hold still,” He scolds, pinning your hips as he pushes into you, ignoring the yelps and whimpers as he focuses on spearing you inch by inch. His brow is pinched with concentration; this should be easy with how wet you are, but your cunt is swollen and overstimulated, throbbing tightly around his cock. With one last sharp thrust that punches your tightly held breath out of your chest, his hips meet yours. That tightly guarded breath puffs across his collarbone, and he grins wickedly, feeling as if that itself is just as much a victory as forcing his dick into you.
Still wearing his grin, he presses his forehead to yours and cups your jaw with his hands. Your hips are free, but you’re not going anywhere, not with his shaft so deep you feel it in your throat. “Can’t believe how tight you are,” he pants, staring into your flushed face, hungry for that trapped, defeated pit in your eyes.
But you turn your head away, still trembling and feverish with need.
So Genji gives you what you need, what you’ll never ask for, never beg for. Knows how to fuck you even if he never pries the words from your mouth, because it’s him. You need him, always have, and that’s why he took you- chained you to his bed even when you hissed and spit and clawed angry lines into his skin.
Leaning his hips, he thrusts, letting his pelvis drag over your swollen, sensitive bud with each hard, punctuated stroke. He revels in the sudden clench of your teeth, the tightening of your fists, the flutter of your lashes. The rhythm he starts with is punishing and fast, but as you begin to lose the battle to keep your noises at bay, he slows. Each roll of his hips is long, sharp, but achingly slow, searching for that precious thing deep inside that you just won’t give him.
The drugs are starting to lose their grip on you, and he savors each breath that hitches on a whine, committing your red, sweaty, tear-stained face to memory as he wrings an orgasm from you, only for another to follow right on its tails.
Weeping pitifully as your body jerks beneath him, you throw up a hand to push his face away, sick of him hovering close enough to trade breath with you. Easily, he catches the hand and pins it above your head, then reaches for your leg and hoists it over his shoulder. His strokes reach deeper, even as you brace yourself against him, a hand on his shoulder to keep him at arm’s length even as you shudder through another climax, weaker this time.
Finally, the orgasms stop coming even as he fights to draw one final, cruel peak from your body while you scream and beat his shoulder with your unrestricted fist. You’re left fucked out and raw, wincing with every thrust until he gives in, burying his face into you and sinks his teeth into your collarbone, just shy of piercing skin. A handful of long, hard final thrusts and he’s cumming deep inside of you, still reaching for that hidden piece.
You lay fractured beneath him, and he smiles, small and soft on his lips in uncharacteristic tenderness. He pulls you onto your side with him, still fit snugly inside even as you moan unhappily and wince and feebly kick. Instead, he presses deeper, closing his eyes as he fits himself in deeper still despite your discomfort.
If he can’t draw that final piece of you out, to finally shatter you once and for all, then maybe Genji will have to push his way in, ruthless and unyielding until he finds it.
For now, he rests with you, finally drained of your fight.
…And thinks of when he’ll next dose you, because he has a new favorite toy and he’s going to use it to dismantle you, brick by brick.
i do intend to come back to this blog but like, i CANNOT afford a new laptop and i'm sorting through a bunch of disability stuff so it's gonna take sone time. thanks for being so patient and supportive guys. <3
......except that i'm having a major surgery tomorrow morning (in ~10 hrs), so timing wasn't the best.
although, i'm gonna be on pretty heavy-duty painkillers so i guess i could do something similar to drubbles once i'm feeling up to it.
i've also got an entire week of recovery and near-bedrest to look forward to, so feel free to send me stuff that you want me to answer while i'm on drugs? i can't promise it will be answered, but i'll definitely try! short and simple things are probably best. questions are good. memes are good. any drabble requests sent in may or may not happen.
Thought it might be nice to reblog this from time to tome! It's not meant to be a reminder or anything, just an easy link for mobile users until I can wrestle down this broken-ass blog theme!
basically, yeah,, a couple weeks ago my laptop bit the dust in a massive way. really sorry for the silence and all; basically i'm stranded writing && blog-wise until i can get a new one. which, hhhhh. m o n e y
BUT in the meantime i'm waiting on a bluetooth keyboard for tablet so that i can at least keep writing and drown your dashboards in an ocean of sin when i return. tho my area has had mail delays and natural gas outages because ironically, we're having the coldest january since the year i was born (also i'm 23 now ayyyy kill me). so anyway let's hope my heat stays on but lmao welcome to the ~great north~.
like we got no qualms about cold, we're used to frigid bullshit. i was born during an actual ice storm-- mind you, not a snow storm, or even a blizzard. an ICE storm. and i guess this is the coldest january we've had since, tho i distinctly remember missing high school one day bc it was a -50°ish F windchill, so .
to wrap all that up, my computer broke forever, i turned 23, and my wireless keyboard is delayed because it's a little chilly and our local post office can't even put mail in the right box, so how can they be expected to figure out how to zip up a coat?
Would you be willing to do a few HCs for how the Shimadas (separate) treat a kidnapped s/o?
this was not supposed to be LONG >:v
(i have no one to blame but myself)
: : : HANZO:
+ Keeps you on a very tight leash- and not just to begin with.
+ Hell hath no fury like a disobeyed Hanzo, and the second you put a toe out of line, his ire will come crashing down around you.
+ Although he’s an easy master to displease, his anger is cold and calculated. There are no threats, no yelling, no raised fists. No desperate last struggle of cornered prey.
+ There is only the hard, steely set of his jaw, and the cruel flash of resolve in his eyes. Frigid terror has its claws around your throat long before you feel the brush of soft leather clamping down on your windpipe.
+ With the expectation of absolute obedience, defying him is no easy task.
+ He is clinical in giving punishment; an unyielding wall of authority, unmoved by begging, sobbing, and pleading. And yet, he hates to see his property damaged or marred.
+ Even at his most infuriated, he’ll never leave a mark on you. Ice baths, figging, menthol oil, being bound in stress positions- anything that will deliver a strong, lasting lesson without the gruesome evidence on your skin. Rest assured, you won’t need bruises or welts to remind you of the consequences that come with disobedience.
+ But, like all else in the universe, everything must have balance - even Hanzo. Wrathful when provoked, Hanzo can also be an extremely rewarding master to please. His praise is hard-won, and his affections warm and generous. He is the Occam’s Razor of strict discipline and gentle doting.
+ Isolated and at his whim, Hanzo will become the be-all && end-all of your world.
+ No matter how rebellious, how headstrong or determined you are…
+ Hanzo will bring you to heel.
: : : GENJI:
+ The second he has you in his clutches, you’ll be sweaty and panting face-down on the floorboards with his knee in your spine and his voice in your ear. An impassive stranger sits with a buzzing needle against your skin, stamping you irrevocably as his property.
+ You sob and shake as he violates your very being and removes your personhood, fingernails clawing up the worn finish of the wood and trying so hard to make yourself be anywhere but here, in this awful, humiliating room where time has abandoned you- but his hands soothe your sweaty hair and along your ribs like he’s calming a wild-eyed, frothing animal, and he tells you you’re doing so well. That it will be over soon, and you’ll be his forever. Just a little longer. You’re so close.
+ Genji doesn’t tie you to the bedpost, doesn’t rule you with an iron first the way his brother might. He thrives on the chase, loves it when you fight tooth and nail- he’ll let you taste the hope of freedom, let you almost, almost make it- then swoop in for the kill.
+ He’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders, holding you close like a lover, laugh like you’re sharing a private, intimate joke. He’ll steer you home, somehow effortless even as you kick and scream and feel the light of day slipping through your fingers again.
+ “Where were you going? There’s nothing out there, babe- not for you, not anymore.”
+ He doesn’t strive to force you into obedience or teach you your place like Hanzo would- complacency is boring and predictable. Genji keeps you just barely contained, something truly wild and bright and desperate that he can catch over and over, savoring each time he reigns you back in and your fight is renewed. This way, the light never really goes out in your eyes, but he’s still trapped you; a captive, untamed thrill.
+ Genji is the more emotionally attached of the two Shimada brothers, as well. By nature, he’s more volatile, but you’re something precious and vulnerable that can never escape him, and in this way you’re the only thing he can invest all of his thoughts, affections, and hopes into. He can be raw and exposed, because you’re his.
+ He loves you sincerely, and the more time you spend in his clutches the more tame he becomes. Because he’s decided this is a relationship, and even if you’re shackled to him, wings clipped and claws trimmed, he loves you and eventually you’ll have to love him back, anyways, right? It’s the only choice you have.
Damn, I've missed your writing! Your characterizations are hands-down THE BEST and your style is just a pleasure to read. Thank you so much for gracing us with your talent! Also, what is the current comission situation??
(MUFFLED SOBBING)
i’m,, beyond words? i mean. wow, just,.. thank you so much?? ;A;
it means a lot that you feel my work is so worthwhile. but honestly, just thanks to all of YOU for giving me the chance to write filth for an audience.
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COMMISSIONS:
i don’t have a strong idea of what pricing will be, but if you have an idea in mind hit me up and we can work something out.
so far i’m thinking very, VERY roughly: $5 for 500 words or less / +$2 for every additional 100 words / $15-$20 for 1,000 words.
haven’t figured out an estimate for anything over 1K, but i’d like to start small anyways.
again, these numbers are a loose idea. i’ve never done writing commissions before, so i’m open to suggestions.
okay. i needed a bit to think about this and clear my head. i had a wonderful conversation with a good friend who helped me through what i was feeling and i thought it was something a lot of people might need to hear too.
this is a multi-faceted issue. of course, lgbt+ fans have every right to be happy that another character was finally announced to be canonically gay. in no way do i intend to diminish that. as it is, representation is scarce so it’s hard not to take blizz’s table scraps and go running with them. but it’s important to be critical of the things we love and to refrain from holding everything the writers say as sacred and inflexible, especially since they’ve retconned so many things bc they can hardly keep the story straight themselves. don’t just hand blizz their brownie points for this esp since they announced it smack in the middle of a huge controversy
blizzard is a company that prides itself on its diversity, but it also stands by the idea that the content they create is for the fans to enjoy as they please. they’ve purposely left things open-ended so we could fill in our own blanks in a way we liked. and just from what i’ve seen in this community, i can tell that a lot of fans, specifically women in this space, have invested so much of themselves into building up these characters we love. it isn’t overdramatic to feel devastated now that we’re faced with the idea that we can’t love him like we used to, for fear of being labeled bad or wrong.
but like i said, this space is primarily driven by women. women’s sexualities are shamed and policed all the time, especially in ‘woke’ fandom circles. if we explore something that isn’t vanilla, we’re met with backlash. this is a safe space where we should be allowed to fantasize without having to feel guilty or scared.
i’ve seen a lot of people feeling guilty today. they feel guilty for writing/indulging in any het 76 content, and because they don’t want to react the same way fanboys did when it was announced that tracer is a lesbian. i guarantee you that none of the straight men who make het tracer porn feel even an ounce of guilt over it. they didn’t feel bad bc they thought they couldn’t sexualize her anymore; they still do it. they were just mad bc blizz was trying to diversify its cast. in this case, people are sad bc they feel like they have to give up a comfort character they’ve relied on for a long time. i promise you there’s no shame in wanting to hold onto this emotional comfort.
i can understand and respect other writers’ choices to refrain from writing any more het content featuring s76. i thought i was going to do the same, but i won’t. he is a huge comfort character for me; he’s the only reason i picked up the game at all, and i can’t let go of him that easily. i respect his canon sexuality, and what i do in this community isn’t going to change canon anyway. if you still want to write him like this as well, you should be allowed to without feeling guilty about it.
This was a great read and it made me so sad to see so many people ready to delete their 76 fics because of the news. That content will not change the canon and as long as the indulgence is not toxic, let people be I say.
The shipping wars will always get on my tits, but there are a lot of people in the feed I’m side eyeing because cancel culture has leaked into this fandom and I’m so over it. I have so few interests that haven’t been overrun with people declaring shit “cancelled”. Bore off you parrots.
I think the focus on the controversy with “Ellie” really needs to be properly addressed by Blizzard though, that shit is nasty. It makes me sad that this problem wasn’t met with equal passion by the fans.
If you accidentally sent something in past the deadline, there's no need to panic. Accidents happen. It’s okay. I’m not going to be annoyed or upset with you. This blog wouldn't be here in the first place without requests, and I will never fault anyone for making mistakes.
Additionally: Don't worry if you missed the deadline for something. These events & requests will always be open again later.
I'm happy to see you back, here's to a happy 2019! If requests are still open can I get a match up? I like drawing, but haven't been very passionate about it lately, I'm very opinionated in my head, but have a hard time actually speaking my mind, and will just try to please people because I hate conflict and talking.. I'm very nice to others though. I look pretty plain and got brown hair and eyes. I'm a girl and could you ship me with a guy. Thank you
It’s all on you, 2019! Don’t let us down.
Your Match is SOLDIER 76 / JACK:
- Post or Pre-fall, whichever you prefer. Both work tbh.
- Figures out faster than others that you’re just quiet, and nothing’s necessarily wrong. He doesn’t try to coax you out of “your shell”.
- He finds interpersonal conflict tiring, especially after all the shit with Gabriel, so he gets it, he does. But he also has a Concerned Dad complex, and coaxing opinions out of you has become a personal mission.
- The drive to please is something he definitely appreciates, because he doesn’t have to worry about you insubordinating, unlike certain individuals. 76 leaves no question as to who’s in charge inside the chain of command and outside- but he’s also the kind of authority figure whose praise gives you the warm & fuzzies when you please him.
- As a farm boy from Indiana, he thinks you’re anything but plain. He sees the beauty in everything, especially what’s supposed to be “plain”. The dark, soft loam of tilled soil, the shimmering gold of each stalk in an endless sea of grain, the smooth, rich copper of a milking jersey’s hide; something doesn’t have to be flashy to be beautiful- it just has to be noticed.
- Jack will give you structure and certainty, but he’ll also push you to grow, sometimes uncomfortably. He’ll want to teach you not only to withstand conflict, but how to speak out even when you don’t want to.
Matchup time? I'm a female, 5'2 tall a bit chubby but not very overweight. I wear an undercut with pink curls and have dark big eyes, also really pale skin. Recently rocking a lip piercing. I am interested in creative stuff like art,drawing and painting but also video games, internet and pop culture. I'm an ENFP, excentric, energetic and happy-go-lucky most of the time. Emotions tend get the best of me but most of the time I'm just a quirky dork and the fun person of my 'gang'.
Your Match is PHARAH
(Alternatively: LUCIO (if your preference is guys. i don’t know u i don’t know ur dog)
- Pharah’s one of those laid-back, softly amused people. She’s got dry, sharp wit for days and is surprisingly ept with pop culture and The Youths.
- Your open self expression and bright, infectious personality match well with her relaxed, supportive nature. Pharah may often mean business, but she needs someone to unwind and be young with.
- A private love for creative endeavors puts her in your arena of interest, and although she’s not all that interested in video games or memes, she can hold her own behind a controller and gets internet humor. Although a little more serious, she’s not geriatric with a keyboard like 76 pretends to be.
- To summarize, your personalities twine and balance. You let her be a little more carefree, and she’s a reasonable counter to the emotional bursts you’re sometimes prone to. She has someone that doesn’t expect her to the Serious Prodigy™ all the time, and you have someone who won’t fault you for taking a break from the happy-go-lucky persona when you need to just be emotional.
- Bonus: She’s really into that lip piercing. Really into it.
- Pharah also likes being taller. Sue her.
And, because I don’t like making assumptions:
- Lucio is down and dirty with that pop culture. He’s more into music than v games, but he’ll still try to kick your ass and be as obnoxious as possible about it. He also in no way plays fair; there may be kicking, elbowing, pushing, biting, restraining, or groping involved to distract and/or impair you.
- He thinks he knows memes, but he always misinterprets them.
- Lucio, unlike Pharah, doesn't just enjoy being the tall one. He outright looms over you with a shit-eating grin.
Hi, i was wondering if i could get a matchup. Im a 5'4 girl with pink hair and green eyes, fair skin, im crafty and like to paint, i also like to cook/bake, watch anime and meditate. I also love animals. Im pretty shy but i love to talk with those i trust and come out of my shell with them, and have depression and anxiety disorders among other things, i have slight trust issues caused by my family and im afraid of getting abandoned.
But of course.
Your match is GENJI :
- It’s not because of the hair. No, seriously, it’s not. (except it a little bit is)
- Trust issues? Check. Abandonment issues? Check. Family betrayal? Check. You two will have a lot to talk about. Solidarity.
- He wasn’t a playboy out of sheer privilege back in the day- Genji was a master at opening people up, putting the am ease, and moving in for the kill. All those one night stands had to fall for him, first.
- So, he knows how to put you at ease (but also how to wind you up, if you need to be taken down a notch). Breaking through your anxiety and coaxing you to open up is hardly a chore.
- He’s not as overwhelming of a person as he used to be, and that means he knows how to reign himself in for a softer, quieter disposition than his own.
- And, okay, it’s a little bit because of the hair. You both have that bright pop of color in your personalities, and Genji can recognize that no matter how reserved you may be at first.
- Of the two Shimada brothers, Genji has always been the more creative brother, and your crafty pursuits awaken a long-dormant piece of himself.
- The kitchen skills? Also a definite selling point for him. You’ll always have a guinea pig to sample new recipes, whether you want one or not.
- Together, you can meditate and balance each other out. It’s easy to exist in the quiet alongside one another, both finding peace and clarity amidst the turmoil.
- Getting you to trust him is therapeutic, in a sense, because it simultaneously pushes him to trust you in turn.
- And that crippling, aching fear of abandonment that flows through your veins like blood? Well, rest assured that Genji’s never going to let you go.
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