#mightyfinebamf

[cauchemararaignee]

Ship meme: Ame and Sombra (with the boys ;)

Let's Play "Would You Ship This?"

Send in a pairing or two, and I’ll tell you if I would ship it.

(Still accepting!)

((Hell yeah I would. I can be specific about my Spiderbyte, but...with the boys..oh hell yeah. ;) 

* Just so ya’ll know, this dude right here. Sweet dude. Go talk to them. They rock.. They also cosplay as an amazing Hanzo. Love on them.)

[undeuxtroiskillshot-a]

🔥 about the rp community or the in-game one

//unpopular opinion;;

//actually you know what, lemme copy pasta what i typed up in one of the ovw servers i’m in:

i am discovering that ove.r.wa.tch is not a product of love or art or passion. it's not a product for a person who wants to sit down and play video games, despite being sold that way. it's created for people to play competitively for money. and those who play competitively for money are the reason people who play for fun and esp ppl who play support are punished for doing so. this is why people can't play competitively for fun bc for some this is a job, and that's why there are people who say such evil things , and why blizzard won't do anything about these people. they're not interested in collaboration or visual storytelling they're only in it for this awful ostracizing facet. and i feel like a fool for having given them any of my money. i'm paying them to allow kids getting called slurs by strangers, and i'm not into that shit. that's not why i play video games 

[reapedsouls-blog]

👍 //*sends you all the things*

Send 👍 for a random headcanon I have about our muses

ooc;

Since we haven’t rped much, this headcanon is for Jesse and Gabe in general.

Even though Gabe is with Talon, he will holds that close bond to heart. If given the bounty that Overwatch and former Blackwatch Agent McCree had to be assassinated, Gabe would purposely ruin the mission to save his ass. 

[strikedcommands-blog]

"What's the matter, Commander? Don't like it when a new recruit like me takes charge for once?" //👀 have a thing

His breath hitches in his throat as he looks at the other. He can feel the other’s skin against his as his shirt rides up just slightly. Maybe it’s the tanned skin, or maybe it’s the fact that McCree is so hot blooded that it feels like fire to the touch. He wants to grab his arms to stop him from continuing on, but he doesn’t . Jack can only buck up into the touch as he can feel the cowboy’s fingers tease at the hem of his boxers. A fire igniting inside of the male as it melts away his resolve and he finally let go. The blond gripping onto McCree’s messy brown hair before pulling him into a bruising kiss. Jack purposely crushing their lips together in a needy kiss before letting out a pained moan. 

“If we do this….. You keep your lips sealed, you got that?”

[hishonor-blog]

mightyfinebamf replied to your post:

I’VE ALWAYS WANTED A TALON SUPPORT HERO AND THE...

Wait what

SCREAMS

[seethroughdragoneyes-blog]

@mightyfinebamf replied to your post “     Fun fact: Hanzo-boy cannot flirt. You know that one post where he...”

dva's got the right idea there

    “Nobody asked you cowboy. . .” Huffs.

[shimadont]

"I can't get out when I haven't come in yet, Hanzo." //have a thing lol

There’s a long pause, one of consideration, possibly the barest hint of self-realization. There’s the tiniest sniffle muffled by a door, unlocked slowly, bolts a heavy sounding clunk in the silence of the hall.

“What do you want.” Hanzo meant to sound more menacing, that the cowboy might just leave him be, but his voice is raw, his hair is a mess and hanging down and loose over his shoulders-- probably the least menacing he could look. But he could try.

[theyoungdragon]

🌞 :)

Cuddles! @mightyfinebamf

Trembling and with eyes already starting to well up with tears, Hanzo held onto the arm that reached out to him tightly, keeping himself up and grounded as he pressed the other hand against his face, trying to muffle his heavy, broken gasps. They were in public, or so a tiny voice reminded him way in the back of his mind, telling him that he should act properly, yet it was overpowered by flashbacks. Memories of blood, pain, of people begging for mercy, screaming, voices-- Too many voices, inside his head and outside of it. Even the caring southern drawl couldn’t cut through them, yet it was loud enough for Hanzo to realize that the arms that started to carefully wrapped around him were safe.

Sobbing, his breath was as shaky as his grip on the man’s arm was tight, eyes pressed shut as his face leaned against Jesse’s chest. Hanzo was only aware of the fact that he got gently guided to a somewhat more quiet place a few minutes later, legs numb and feet mindlessly having followed where they were lead by the other, when he had calmed down a bit more.

His grip on Jesse’s arm loosening lightly, Hanzo finally opened his eyes a bit, vision blurry and still rather dark, face still pressed against the other man. With his hand that was pressed against his own face moving down, he silently found Jesse’s waist, slowly calming down further as he held onto him.