#overwatch oc

[xmajordumps]

more adjustments to my yumesona, they're going to be smooching the SHIT outta mauga

[kalpeavaris]

more overwatch oc stuff

Kaarina my beautiful support hero and their two wives that constantly struggle to understand how being close to one another without being at each other's throat even works

as you can tell I love the Ravagers, I had to make 2 ocs of 'em. Rahmat got a proper design now and Storm's a new addition. :] As you can tell they all have a complicated relationship with one another, as per usual with the toxic yuri!!!

[grumpyduckie]

My OW oc :P

[v2500scythe]

Hello, I'm new to tumblr! I used to be on toyhou.se but quit.

[noodleharp]

[OC x Canon] TidalFin winter strolls~ 🌊🦈

"Do NOT kiss the biting cold metal of your robot boyfriend's mask while it's freezing out. EVER. ever ever ever. Worst mistake of my life."

[leechbite2]

hi sorry for #disappearing for a little bit i keep forgetting to post but uh. roadrat dootle + my overwatch ocs !!!!!

right below is lockne, & the other is her daughter minky

im so brainrotted rn. does anyone else miss when brainrotted meant u were heavily obsessed with something and not tung tung

[peculiardirteater]

Wanted to make a concept sketch of my R-7000 omnic oc but I went crazy w the lighting. Oops... His name is Alexander!! He has very vivid memories of his actions before the Awakening, and as a R-7000... yeah. Yeah he's very traumatized by it. (slaps his ass) this bad boy can fit so much PTSD in him Was taken in by Celandine, another omnic who has sort of a habit??? for taking in traumatized people, and she introduced him to gardening. Turns out, he really enjoys it, despite having issues with controlling his strength.

[fakesaint]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐇 ／ ⋆ ۪ imagine genji getting jealous because he catches other men checking you out.

genji hated the way other men looked at you.

it wasn’t your fault—he knew that. you could just be standing there, minding your own, and still they’d find something to stare at. the curve of your smile, the way your eyes lit up when you laughed, the softness in your voice when you spoke.

it disgusted him.

not because of you—never because of you—but because they didn’t deserve to see you like that.

they didn’t deserve to want you.

he should’ve been the only one.

you were his.

his to love, to protect, to hold late at night when the world got too loud. and yet, some guy with a cheap smile and wandering eyes had the audacity to look at you like you were free for the taking.

he felt it then. that sharp pang in his chest. jealousy, ugly and hot and too real. it curled low in his stomach, twisted around his ribs.

he stayed quiet, for the most part. but his hand found yours, fingers lacing a little tighter than usual.

and when you looked up at him, brows raised like what’s up?, he just gave you this small smile. soft, but a little tense.

“nothing,” he said. “just... don’t like the way they’re looking at you.”

you laughed, brushing it off like it was nothing, but he meant it.

they didn’t get to look at you like that.

only he did.