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[txelonedragon]

@dragonbladc continue from here

At first there was no answer, just as Genji had predicted. “Nothing,” he finally said. It was a lie, but he didn’t want to talk about what had happened, or what was going on inside his mind. If he was to talk then he wasn’t sure where to begin, and he feared he would lose control of his emotions.

[iron-hardt]

§ 👀💦💦💦

[a modest shipping call]

{Looks like someone’s ready to…

/removes sunglasses

…Take the Rein.}

[embrace-tranquility]

-- ❣

Send in a ❣ for a random kiss. | accepting

1. Shy kiss.

A quickly pressed ‘kiss’ to Genji’s cheek, and then Zenyatta moves away. His student had jonkingly made a comment about how Zenyatta should reward him with a kiss because he had completed all his tasks today. Well, at least Genji was regaining some of his former behaviour.

“Is the dragon sated?” Zenyatta asks.

[haloheld-blog]

@dragonbladc

she had honestly thought she would NEVER see him again  ;  the shock of it leaving her heart aching like it has torn itself apart in her chest. she swallows, fingers lacing together in physical BETRAYAL of her nervousness, her voice steady as it always has been,   ‘   genji   ?   what are you doing here   ?   ’   angie smiles then, the expression faint but no less meaningful,    ‘   are you okay   ?   ’

[coeurdeveuve]

Sombra!

ask ellie about her overwatch habits || accepting!

ah, sombra! unfortunately i do not play her very often, although i LOVE her skillset. it’s less a “i don’t want to play her” and more “okay we already have two dps players time to pick a support or a tank”.

i love seeing her used most on 2cp maps, especially on defense. i know that sounds counter-intuitive but her ability to hack health packs and crowd control with her ult can completely deny an enemy push. if you have an enemy flanker that’s depending on a key health pack (like on the second point of temple of anubis) and it’s hacked, it can mean certain death for them. 

i currently have her azucar skin equipped.

as for ships, i’m not picky! i like some sombra/widowmaker, sombra/d.va, sombra/mccree... honestly i’m the worst bc i can ship almost anything if it’s well-drawn or well-written. |: 

[fanged-mccree-blog]

let me drown in your arms

a mcgenji fic for @dragonbladc - ‘first kiss’

     the first time genji removed his visor, it was 2:30 in the afternoon. jesse can still remember the sunlight that had been dripping through the windows, golden and warm against skin that loved the sun.

     genji had been seated on the bed with him, their legs tangled together in a way that had become so familiar. always touching one another, no matter where they were, or what they were doing. whether it be the bumping of elbows, or the brushing of fingers when on their way to a mission; to the point that jesse found himself more often in genji’s presence than he was alone.

   ‘kuso,’ a word that the cowboy had not known before meeting genji, and the murmured curse had brought dark eyes up from the DS clutched gently in his hands. before he could ask what was wrong, his breath had caught in the depths of his throat. those dark eyes had watched as nimble fingers released the visor from its hold; a simple, smooth motion that jesse had never seen from the cyborg. as long as he’d known him, his face had been kept hidden behind that visor, and not once had he asked for it to be removed. not once had genji shown comfort in removing it.   

   and, yet, there he was. pulling it down and away to reveal beautiful, scarred skin that had jesse left utterly speechless. choking on his own words and his own breath.    

   neither of them said a word. 

   from then, it became normal. the visor would come off in their time alone. jesse would do his best not to stare, afraid genji might get the idea wrong. that, perhaps, the cyborg would think he was appalled and not absolutely, totally star struck. that genji might think he saw a monster, when all jesse could see was a beauty that rivaled the damn heavens.

   he did not touch. could not bring himself to reach a hand out and feel those scars below the calloused pads of his thumbs, bad as his heart ached to. to reach and memorize every curve, every dip, every laugh line and every last damn scar.

   until now.

   the clock flashes 2:56am, bright red against the shadows that swallow the room around them. it is the closing fingers around his wrist that grabs his attention from the movie that flashes across the screen. 

   genji is settled snugly against him, a perfect fit for the dip of his lap. they claim it saves space; jesse knows, for him, it is that there is no time he feels less like a killer than when genji is pressed against his body. because even the feeling of their bodies touching is enough to put the demons to rest, to have them shushed until next they part.

   and so, it is those fingers at his wrist that has dark eyes pulling from the screen, “genji-?” the older man begins, keeps his voice soft and low because the other is moving that hand to those scarred cheeks. fingers curling over his own to direct him into cupping one, fingertips nearly brushing the corners of his lips. below his hand, genji is warm. in the dim light of the movie, jesse can see that he is blushing, a gentle sort of pink that seems to be spreading to the tips of his ears.

   in his chest, there is the pounding of his heart; a noise that fills his ears, louder than any drumbeat. the real thing is always better than one’s imagination, but jesse could never - not in a thousand years - have imagine how it would feel to be allowed this skin to skin contact with his best friend, to be allowed to touch.

   when jesse’s fingers move to curl under his chin, genji does not fight it. murmurs a soft approval that just barely reaches the gunslingers ears. the movie is long forgotten in the background, jesse is too focused on the way the cyborg shifts in his lap. he turns, until their chests are pressed together, and they are so close that there would be no room for more than air between them. 

   this is the way things should be, he has time to think, hand moving once more to brush along the edges of genji’s hairline. feeling dark strands below the skin of the hand that remains flesh. the metal one remains at his side, useless in a situation such as this. it cannot feel that warmth, it cannot learn the path of those scars...

   it is jesse that breaks their comfortable silence, there is a question that burns through him in a way he can no longer ignore; for months it has been consuming him, an asking of permission that begins with the pad of his thumb brushing along genji’s bottom lip.

   ‘may i?’ 

   and when genji nods, the gunslinger thinks that his heart may just stop beating in his chest. or, perhaps, it will truly come alive for the first time in years. 

   so easily, does he close that short distance between them. presses worried lips to genji’s soft, scarred ones. he can feel the exhale of a held breath against his upper one, and has the mind to think he is just as nervous as i am before all he can focus on is the cyborg in his lap. the way he quivers, the way his breath smells and tastes of fruit snacks and sugary drinks. as sweet as jesse has always pictured, only better because this is real.

   the kiss is not awkward, not the way one might expect with it being the first (of many, jesse prays) between them. but, really, they have always come together like puzzle pieces. fit into the curve of one another’s bodies, the cracks in their very beings. not perfect, but as damn close as two could ever wish to be.

   neither break away until their lungs burn, until both of their cheeks are flushed as red as the strawberries they’d shared earlier in the evening. and, when they do, there is only the sound of gentle breathing, the melodic laugh that is shared between the two of them.

   yes, jesse thinks, this is how things are supposed to be.

[readyfortranscendance]

dragonbladc a réagi à votre billet “|| it has come to a point where each new song i listen to gives me...”

have you heard. datastream by scandroid, or.

|| the entire album is. fckn. BOMB. klayton got my soul with this one tbh ||

[omnicquale-blog]

CONTINUED FROM ASK MEME [X] 

Quieter moments were hard to come by since the return of Overwatch. Mind you accepting missions back-to-back usually took up most of one’s time, and in hindsight – Genji realizes pulling stunts like that is a detriment to his health; all it took was a trip across the world and Zenyatta reminding him of the importance of winding down. And that’s what he’s come for. .. But much to his dismay – peace of mind evades him – even here.

He’s always been an attentive listener, but as Zenyatta goes on about his recent travels, Genji’s mind wanders. They always say ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ – and in that moment the sparrow figures it must be true; he can feel his beating a mile a minute, and it isn’t long before he catches himself staring. Only after Zenyatta is looking at him expectantly, of course.Genji knows he’s been caught.

He means to say something to divert Zenyatta’s attention – but before reason sets in and he talks himself down, Genji gives in to impulse, releases the locks on his visor and lifts it away, tentatively placing his hand on the back of the omnic’s neck to pull him in. He wants to blame it on curiosity – but as he closes the distance between them and presses his lips to where gold plating meets chrome Genji knows it’s more than just that.

Zenyatta was momentarily taken aback - he had asked Genji what had him so distracted, and then if there was a reason he was staring, and he had not remotely expected such a response. 

It was not unwelcome, though, and Zenyatta was not sure how to express that thought to Genji immediately. “Oh,” he says, somewhat distantly, but not pulling away. A variety of thoughts process through his circuits at their usual breakneck speed, a million points of data being summed at once, outliers and irrelevant data being set aside one by one as the equation unfolds in front of him, and he accepts it for what it is in this moment, though that is one question that remains only half answered: what is it? 

He trusts Genji by now, with many different things - to know his own mind, to know when to ask for help, to know his limits (sometimes), and without a doubt, Zenyatta’s own life. He places his hand over Genji’s, tilting his head to the side. He is willing, if he has the chance, to trust Genji with his heart. “I... am not sure what the deeper significance of your action was,” he says, and maybe, for the first time in a long time, there is a note of uncertainty in his voice. “I... know what I want it to be,” he says softly, and it is definitely uncertain, “but I worry that I have misread your intentions.” And now it’s out there, and for the first time ever that Genji has seen, Zenyatta is actually fiddling nervously, having plucked one of his orbs out of its rotation, toying with it.

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