Indomitable Soldier

[angiebluesart]

The OTP again <3

I needed to do it! I haven’t draw them in a while and Widow76 makes me so happy  ;3; <3

DRAMAAAAAAAAAA

[rosemehdee]

hurting ur friend with a really sad headcanon like 

[jiseruu]

While everyone is going crazy over tiddy genji and blackwatch mcree, here im getting excited over a older strike commander D///;

sentimental photo moment gave me feels.

[overgank]

[kngaroo]

Scars look good

[venom-kissed]

Venice part 2 (closed rp)

[venom-kissed]

 Widowmaker followed his lead with ease, golden eyes hard as they peered back into his icy blue. She had not seen the soldier unmasked prior and her eyes scanned the features of his face. He was an older man but he aged well, strong features and his experience clear by the scars his face bore though hardly noticeable because of the makeup he used to hide them. The Widowmaker felt unease for some reason. Something was nudging at the back of her head, he spoke but she simply stared at him as she tried to figure out why she felt this way. This wasn’t a matter of the Widowmaker. It was Amelie’s. Her memories were a haze she’d been conditioned to rather forget, but his face was one Amelie knew well, though aged it was now unmistakable.

Widowmaker’s eyes widened slightly in realization but she did not cease their dance. Her mind searched memory of this man and his relation to Amelie. When Gerard was away, he was the one whose company she sought whenever she could. Overwatch, Chateu Gillard, Watchpoint Gibraltar. He was the one who found her in the rescue mission after she was captured by Talon to be reconditioned, to serve a better purpose than the miserable life she led. The world had taken him for dead. Amelie had mourned his death but here he was, no ghost standing before her. “Jack.” she breathed.

For a brief moment, her heart felt Amelie’s relief that her dear friend was still alive. But, it was brief. She quickly composed herself to her uncaring, calm nature. She leaned in to speak into his ear. “You are also a wanted man. You cannot stop me, mon chéri. What you seek is already dead”.

[warscourge-blog]

Their dance was not interrupted by anyone, They spun with grace and some even stopped to watch. But his eyes were locked onto hers not letting go of her in any way shape or form. In her golden orbs he could see the struggle the churning of her gears as the past clashed with the present and small fragments of the woman she used to be resurfaced through the thick ice layer that was her now cold and grim composure. 

When she whispered his name faint and weak he felt something tugging at his heart strings as if the woman he had cared about burst through that cold and lifeless facade for only the briefest of moments before drowning again in the cold lifeless waters of widowmaker. His hold on her back grew firmer pulling her closer into him as if trying to get her away from the cold persona that now stood in her place. Yet she was one and the same. It was before long that the other answered in Amelies stead her cold and haughty voice echoing within his mind. 

“Is that what you tell yourself at night?” He replied his own voice cold but controlled as he gently pressed into her spinning around in circles. “Before you lay down and try to clear your conscience? That you’re nothing but a weapon? That you killed Amelie so that you could take over?” He scoffed cold at her before leaning in himself to breathe into her ear. “Your Talon operatives might believe you, but I don’t buy it. I see her in your eyes, you are not the woman I once cared about but you are what is left.”

[venom-kissed]

The shadow of the ballet dancer moved flawlessly to each step of their dance. Her expression did not betray what little she felt within her cold, dark husk of a heart. But the effect he set forth was done. It was like a fine needle falling upon a single sheet of glass that that thick, hazy veil that was now the Widowmaker cracked. The smallest peek to the world of the woman trapped within. Her heart beat loudly within her chest at the emotion she felt. Even she was taken aback. The emotion was duller than what any normal person would feel but to the emotionless Widowmaker, it was an immense difference. Relief, anger, confusion, and sadness all hazed together into a single, miserable feeling. 

She remembered the agony. All those days she spent in the facility when she was first captured. She remembered the names she called for help, the pain as they drilled into her again and again and again. The flashback was brief but her focus returned to this world. She would have to note this inconvenience to Moira upon her return, it had been some time until she had last been checked on for the… medicine. “And what is left is empty. You waste your time chasing a shadow of the past, soldier. I can never give you what you wish”. With that word Widowmaker broke their dance. She did not like people staring at her, even with this disguise to cover the usual blue tone of her skin. “Be a good dog and get me some champagne on the way back”. With a smirk on her lips she turned to find some better place to take a seat, away from this ruckus.

[warscourge-blog]

He could see the dark turmoil within her golden eyes, even if she did her best to keep a cold and emotionless expression on her features. Morrison had seen to many people under stress, falter and break to miss out on the tiny little details upon her face. He had struck a chord or something and he would not let it go so easily. “I never waste my time.” He reminded cold, “I don’t have the time for failure.” With that he released her hand allowing her to strut off into some darker place with less prying eyes. It seemed the gazes of everyone within the room did leave their effect after all. Her snide remark was wholly ignored, if words would have an effect on him he hardly could have survived for so long as Strike commander of Overwatch. He watched her leave before turning into the opposite direction. 

Making his way through the crowd he was thankful for the makeup that concealed his own scars and the black hair color toner that he used to change his appearance somewhat. Jack Morrison had been dead since some time now, but one could never be to sure if not one of these men would recognise his younger self. Luck seemed to be on the side as everyone seemed to turn him a blind eye. It was easy to stop her in the crowd, somewhat on the outskirts of the party she seemed to seclude herself from the people who danced to their hearts content. Maybe she was feeling more than she wanted to admit and it scared her. He could only scoff at the idea. Walking over to her the approached the woman from behind the bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other. 

“One bottle of Bollinger 1996 Vieilles Vignes Françaises.” He spoke his french not as bad as to be expected but still laced with a thick american accent. “Apologies for butchering that.” He added with a dry smirk as he opened the bottle to pour her some of the Champagne. He would sit down in front of her after pouring himself a glass. With eye contact alone he ordered a wait over and articulated the the candle between the two of them needed lighting. That was all the waited would do for them as 76 wasted not time to send him away again so that the two of them had their privacy.

[myvideogameotps]

Overwatch Soldier 76 x Widowmaker video edit I think this one is better than the first one, same song though because I think it suits them.

Song : Muse - Neutron Star Collision (Love is Forever)

[divine-imperius]

Hes been through hell and back, but nothing prepared him for her.

[divine-imperius]

More mercykill with solo 76 getting tired if their constant flirting instead of getting the job done.

[warscourge-blog]

part two of the stuff for @engelsgnade

[divine-imperius]

Single 76 its gotten a lot worse with the new reaper skin for mercy to focus on the game.

[warscourge-blog]

a lil gift meant for @engelsgnade and her bf

[rendezvousaveclamort]

@warscourge Legit Widow76. -drops mic-

[warscourge-blog]

❝I could never desert you.❞ (hi)

His visor betrays no emotion, only that faint mechanical hum of it scanning everything. Her face, what lies behind her, above her. Only his eyes are focused on her blue orbs, staring back at him. The weapon rests at his side, held with one hand, pointed down. The other hand hangs loosely at the side. 

It takes a little time, before he allows himself a small scoff, his head moving slightly with the sound. His ice blue eyes meet her azure ones and for a brief moment he finds himself back at his Overwatch headquarters, with her bringing him the latest medical report. 

“And no matter where my way leads me. I’ll always keep an eye out for you doctor.”

[havexxmercy-archived-blog]

Though his expression was unreadable, hidden by his mask and visor, she could tell that his words were sincere. For just a brief moment, it was as if she was getting a glimpse of the old Jack Morrison. She smiles softly, her a faint pink tinting her cheeks. “I… thank you, Jack.” Though, he had certainly changed over the years, it didn’t change the way she felt about him. Though the Overwatch recall had brought him back, she couldn’t help wondering for just how long it would last. She hadn’t even fully processed the emotions that came with the discovery that he was alive after so long. It would be difficult to lose him a second time if he decided not to stay around. She paused a moment, turning the question over in her mind. “Have you decided… are you going to stay with Overwatch?”

[warscourge-blog]

He grew slightly silent at her question. He had answered her thanks with a curt nod of his own before she posed the second inquiry. The Overwatch he knew was dead and gone. It had died with him back in Switzerland. Overwatch was his lifes work, the dream of Jack Morrison. 

But Jack Morrison was dead. The man in his place was colder, cruler even. He looked back into her waiting eyes, azure blue and gleaming like they did back when he was still … younger.

“Overwatch died. There is no point in bringing it back. Alone I can do what I could not when I was commander. No laws, no petras act to hold me back from doing what is right. No Angela, I don’t think that I will stay. I will always keep an eye on you, but I have my mission, and the mission always comes first.”

[havexxmercy-archived-blog]

She turned her gaze to the ground, unable to look him in the eye as her delicate lips twisted into a frown. There were so many things she wanted to say to him. She wanted to tell him that he had always done what was right as long as she had known him, she wanted to tell him just how much he meant to her, but she was unsure if any of that would mean anything to him now. It was as he said, after all; the mission always comes first for him. While she was glad to hear him say that he would always look out for her, she couldn’t help being afraid that, if he left, she would never see him again. 

“…Of course… I understand…” was all she could manage to say. 

[warscourge-blog]

“I know what you are thinking.” He spoke gently grabbing her waist to pull her into a platonic hug. Mercy was the type, gentle and warm hearted. The physical closeness was but a silent reassurance. “I’ve died once for Overwatch. This time I will make things right, but I can’t do that from within.” He hugged her tighter before letting go of her gently one hand on her cheek. He usually was not this touchy, but it was hard for her, to let someone she thought had died go again, to die. 

“Someone has to bring the truth to light, and if you want something done right you got to do it yourself.” With that he slung his assault rifle over his back taking a few steps back from the Swiss medic. 

[silly-overwatch-stuff]

The Halloween event was announced today. You know what that means!

[radomglich]

[moretrashyrpmemes]

Casual Nudity Memes

Send one to… 

 👙 - Catch my muse half naked accidentally 

 🙅‍♂️ - Walk in my muse and see them covering up their naked body 

 😍 - See my muse naked accidentally and say “damn” without meaning it 

 💧- Go skinny dipping with my muse 

☀️ - Go to a nudist beach with my muse 

 🍃 - Have my muse pose tastefully for your muse’s art project 

 🍺 - Get drunk and wake up completely naked cuddled up to my muse

 💳 - Play strip poker with my muse 

 🛁 - Shower with my muse

 🎁 - “Dick in a box” prank my muse 

 😧 - Accidentally walk into a changing stall that my muse was in 

 ✋️ - See my muse naked and have your muse cover their eyes 

 🖐 - Have your muse peek through their fingers at seeing my muse naked

[venom-kissed]

Venice part 2 (closed rp)

[venom-kissed]

 Widowmaker followed his lead with ease, golden eyes hard as they peered back into his icy blue. She had not seen the soldier unmasked prior and her eyes scanned the features of his face. He was an older man but he aged well, strong features and his experience clear by the scars his face bore though hardly noticeable because of the makeup he used to hide them. The Widowmaker felt unease for some reason. Something was nudging at the back of her head, he spoke but she simply stared at him as she tried to figure out why she felt this way. This wasn’t a matter of the Widowmaker. It was Amelie’s. Her memories were a haze she’d been conditioned to rather forget, but his face was one Amelie knew well, though aged it was now unmistakable.

Widowmaker’s eyes widened slightly in realization but she did not cease their dance. Her mind searched memory of this man and his relation to Amelie. When Gerard was away, he was the one whose company she sought whenever she could. Overwatch, Chateu Gillard, Watchpoint Gibraltar. He was the one who found her in the rescue mission after she was captured by Talon to be reconditioned, to serve a better purpose than the miserable life she led. The world had taken him for dead. Amelie had mourned his death but here he was, no ghost standing before her. “Jack.” she breathed.

For a brief moment, her heart felt Amelie’s relief that her dear friend was still alive. But, it was brief. She quickly composed herself to her uncaring, calm nature. She leaned in to speak into his ear. “You are also a wanted man. You cannot stop me, mon chéri. What you seek is already dead”.

[warscourge-blog]

Their dance was not interrupted by anyone, They spun with grace and some even stopped to watch. But his eyes were locked onto hers not letting go of her in any way shape or form. In her golden orbs he could see the struggle the churning of her gears as the past clashed with the present and small fragments of the woman she used to be resurfaced through the thick ice layer that was her now cold and grim composure. 

When she whispered his name faint and weak he felt something tugging at his heart strings as if the woman he had cared about burst through that cold and lifeless facade for only the briefest of moments before drowning again in the cold lifeless waters of widowmaker. His hold on her back grew firmer pulling her closer into him as if trying to get her away from the cold persona that now stood in her place. Yet she was one and the same. It was before long that the other answered in Amelies stead her cold and haughty voice echoing within his mind. 

“Is that what you tell yourself at night?” He replied his own voice cold but controlled as he gently pressed into her spinning around in circles. “Before you lay down and try to clear your conscience? That you’re nothing but a weapon? That you killed Amelie so that you could take over?” He scoffed cold at her before leaning in himself to breathe into her ear. “Your Talon operatives might believe you, but I don’t buy it. I see her in your eyes, you are not the woman I once cared about but you are what is left.”

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

protective sentence starters

as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

“Hands off!”

“What do you think you’re doing to him/her/them?”

“I’ll never let you go.” / “Don’t ever let me go.”

“Don’t ever leave my sight again.”

“I got your back.”

“Where are you going? It’s not safe out there!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”

“Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”

“I’d die for you.”

“You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.”

“Get behind me NOW.”

“Here, I have an extra weapon.”

“Duck, you idiot!”

“Go on without me.”

“Well what did you expect would happen while you’re walking alone at night? Come on, let’s get you away from that creep.”

“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a gun/knife/fist/weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“You can stop hugging me now.”

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.”

“Quit babying me! I can protect myself.”

“I’ll always be there to save you.” / “I know you’ll always be there to save me.”

“If you even THINK about touching him/her/them, I’ll kill you.”

“[choked up] I thought I lost you.” / “[choked up] I never thought I’d see you again.”