#overwatch insert

[itsskoll]

I have like 2 other OW ocs in the works but locked in and made this guy instead hghg

I love making weird animal people rahhh

[nevermore-selfship]

E2 with venture cause it can be them specifically coming out of burrow

I am a firm believer that Sloan's model in game should have their goggles come down when they go into Burrow-

[moss-selfship]

so finally buckled and made an overwatch insert/character and only now remembered to post them. a woman who views humanity as too dangerous and destructive to remain alive, her goal being to slaughter most of mankind and rule over what was left, so that the world may continue without being destroyed. Name - Fenrir Role - Tank

Full Lore - Below Read Me

the way she grew up taints her view, having grown up in a violent abusive home lacking in love or acceptance. the only feelings that kept her going were hate and spite, and this taints her view as she reads through history. seeing each atrocity and each man made horror, centuries and centuries of wretched actions towards there fellow man, towards the wildlife of the world, towards the planet itself and now seeing the way the omnics had been treated and abused it confirmed her thoughts. She began to plan in secret, making connections and befriending venture and there group more till she joined them on an excavation mission in cairo where there was a "large mining collapse" that separated them from the rest of the group. something she had planned, it had just so happened this excavation was especially close to one thing in particular...Anubis

she snuck through old forgotten access tunnels and long forgotten service tunnels they had gotten information about till they eventually reached anubis. of course this was after anubis had been deactivated and she knew she couldnt restart it...so instead she began to download bits and pieces of its code, getting as much as she could before sneaking out and eventually meeting back up with the group who had been worried she was killed Eventually taking home the small scraps of code she had and spent months trying to piece them together until finally she did. it was much smaller and simpler than anubis, but she had made her own God AI. Naming it after the nordic god that would bring about ragnarok, dubbing the ai "Fenrir". in keeping with the god naming schemes.

it was a simple AI, barely sentient and slowly learned, but built upon that same coding and slowly it began to evolve, it learned and expanded its intelligence till her and it reached a unanimous decision To progress further and have the best chance of the plan to cull humanity to at very least a manageable number she could rule over to keep the peace, they needed to be one joined being. She spent weeks letting the AI slowly pick her body apart, replacing flesh and bone with machine and wiring, loosing her humanity more and more to the AI as it built a shared body for them both to achieve there goal. she became an amalgamation of flesh and machine, and become something that was neither flesh nor machine...but a fusion of them both. till she now stood, the line between flesh and machine so blurred that none could tell if she was a machine wearing the flesh of humanity or a human who had become nothing but a machine casing. No longer were they they separate, She was Fenrir, Fenrir was her. and together they would cleanse the world of the scourge of humanity till the world truly knew peace. it is a task she takes no pleasure in, viewing herself not as the villain but as somebody doing what must be done for the betterment of the world and the new omnic race. viewing humanity as too dangerous to be left free and needing an immense culling and those that survive to be contained so that they can never harm others again

her main goal, to use there god AI to reawaken all of the other god AI and lead forth an army to cleanse the world

[cozyships]

I think my ovw insert is going to have a coat and put neat patches on it. A friend gives them a patch? It's going on the coat.

[kinsbin]

I’m working on my Overwatch insert’s bio and full information and, of course, I immediately skip over 80% of my necessary dialogue to write all the bonus dialogue you get when McCree and I are on the same team together <3

[kiryuva]

Droplets

“You sure ‘bout this, darlin’?”

“It’s the only way. We need to complete this mission at full strength if we’re going to get anywhere.”

Both you and McCree were assigned to locate and “erase” a particular target that had been causing strife on the city you were stationed in. You, a certified and capable fighter, did well with fighting demons, but not exactly vampires. Though they were the same race, McCree found vampires to not only be a guilty pleasure to kill, but justice in the sense he’d terminate those that would destroy with no reasoning. You choose not to question his reasoning — if that’s what you wanted to call it — and found that for this to work, you needed to be at even levels.

Unfortunately, it added insult to injury that the cowboy informed you at the last minute that he wasn’t at peak performance.

Why? What was expected; he hadn’t fed in some time. You rolled your eyes recollecting your conversation prior to this, crossing your arms. Time and time again Ana had reprimanded him on feeding, but he insisted that he had “other” ways to fuel himself. Or so he proclaimed. Regardless, you didn’t want to return to base with a failure on your shoulders, so you decided what would be easiest.

“If we get this out of the way, everything will be good. We need to meet the objective. I’ll be fine.” You assured, nodding your head. “Let’s do this now before it gets too late.” You couldn’t admit that it would be your first time doing something like this, but you were on a time limit, and you would be damned if you had to be the one to report to the Captain about your combined negligence. “You need to feed, and I’m willing if it’ll get results.”

“One more time. You sure?” He removed the cigar from his mouth, flicking it away and onto the ground. The cowboy looked directly at you as he stepped onto the discarded cigar, waiting for an honest answer. Averting your eyes, you could feel the smirk that followed once he asked.

“Yes, just hurry up-“

In movement faster than your eyes could process, you found yourself thrown harshly against the cold wall behind your person. His face was dangerously close to yours, his hat obscuring his umber eyes, which you couldn’t tell if for better or worse. He pressed his leg between both of yours, firmly gripping your right wrist next to your head in an attempt to limit further movement from you. The cowboy listened to your whimpers, momentarily unmoving, though a soft chuckle came from him which caused you to glare at him.

This irked you, but you couldn’t help but become distracted as his lips were barely centimeters from yours. ‘Feeding’, you reminded yourself, ‘he’s only feeding. Don’t lose sight of what’s important’. Your breathing sped up as his grip around your wrist tightened, so much so that you grimaced. You opened your mouth to speak out, but in the same breath, a loud moan escaped you. You felt his tongue press against your neck, his hot breaths hovering above your skin and making you tremble. Instinctively you made it your interest to separate yourself from him, but because he had such a firm grip on you, it was wasted energy.

Your free hand met his chest as he growled into your ear, your face flushing a vibrant red. “J-Jesse, calm d-“ You couldn’t help but release yet another soft moan as his hot tongue trailed along your collarbone and back to the center of your neck. He pulled away for just a moment, and you finally met his stare in a daze. His once umber eyes were now a concentrated vermillion, and you knew he was aching to taste you. You did your best to keep your calm, but he could sense your uncertainty despite your initial offer.

“It’ll be quick, I promise,” his deep drawl filled your ears as he pressed his body to yours again. Your body was reacting in such a way you found shameful, the roughness of him handling you making you whine. All you could do was lift your head in anticipation as he returned to licking a particular spot on your neck. “Don’t worry, doll…” He cooed, once again your heartbeat quickening as he left wet markings on you. Your face was so hot, and you didn’t know how much of this you could take. At the same time, you couldn’t tell if this was routine for him or if he was simply teasing you. 

Those thoughts left your mind as you suddenly felt his free hand wrap around your waist and pull you even closer. 

Hastily he bit into you, your immediate reaction to cry out in pain and to escape his grip. McCree moaned biting into you, his hips pressing further against your lower body. He was still for the most part, the only times he would move were to keep you in place, and with enough time the energy dwindled from you. While the initial pain was intense, it would slowly fade the longer he fed and your body becoming accustomed. You listened to your partner gulp from you, it sending shivers down you body as you struggled to remain standing. “J-J-“ His fangs remained inside you, and before long you felt yourself giving way.

Jesse wouldn’t let you fall completely, as he loosened his grip on your wrist and fell down to the floor with you, all the while still attached to your neck. The outlaw held a firm grip onto your hand as he entwined his fingers with yours for support. He breathed desperately through his nose and kept you close as he drank. Your vision became blurry, and you no longer felt as though you could even move your body, despite your wanting to fight against it. You wanted to speak — you really did — but your body wouldn’t allow it. Your cheeks stained red, you let him continue, but just as your mind became more clouded his fangs exited your neck.

He exhaled, droplets of your blood trickling down from his lips and into his beard as he carefully took hold of you. You studied how his fangs -- that were now painted with crimson -- flashed at you. 

“Thank you. I feel mighty fine,” His eyes reverted to their natural color as you met his gaze in a blurry stare. “I’m sorry… Your blood is just-“ Jesse narrowed his eyes, making sure you weren’t in too much pain. “I ain’t ever had blood like that before.” He chuckled darkly. “I think I mighta ate a bit too much. ’m sorry, sweetheart.” Thankfully you felt yourself more drowsy than anything, and winced at the throbbing sensation that lingered on the side of your neck. “You always lookin’ out fer me, I promise t’ pay ya back.”

You couldn’t respond to his statement -- his cheekiness -- and instead rested your head against his chest. He chuckled, watching as an exhausted you weakly batted your lashes before your mind became completely shrouded in darkness.

[seamachine]

I Keep Doing This,

[kinsbin]

ALSO I got a wonderful commission from @jessk-art! I adore how McCree and me turned out in this and ya’ll should totally consider commissioning them! They have commissions like this going for $10-15AUD for emergency commissions so pls go support them if you can!!