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looking to be in a overwatch rp discord!!

Everyone i seem to want to join has a genji so I’m happy to apply/ join as young genj/ blackwatch genji and current genji!!

I’m 18+ friendly

my ships are: genyatta  McGenji , Cybergoth (genji reaper)  Genji76

and im open to others!!

my discord is:  Genji#8641

please  no straight ships!!! (also i bottom, sry,,)

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His eyes had locked on the bowman from across the street, His head bowed, just slightly as the neon green visor had fixated on the figure before him. A deep, concentrated sigh released while Genji took it upon himself to prepare. The metal plate in his forearm opened up,and springing fourth three separate shuriken that slid right into his fingers, simply, all he had to do to retrieve them were to hook his  three knuckles into the blades sides and carefully arch them,  this, was a matter of a second or two worth of time. His left arm, the more dominant one and frankly, the only arm he had left that was real, had bent to where his fingers hand just barely rested on the hilt to the Wakizashi mounted at his waist, it wasn't yet drawn, infact, the younger Shimada's carefully crafted palm was simply resting, fingers half  curled around and ready for the draw. Silence. The vibrant street lights that decorated the narrow openings had reflected off his Brothers features, only beig able to catch glimpses of the annoyed, stoic expression that stained his features, Genji knew that look all too well. ..Despite the look,  Genji took it upon himself to speak first, they had to be over a hundred feet from each other at this point, with Hanzo's back faced towards him. ..Genji, who'd body that illuminated neon green  holes  all along his slim form.

"So this is what has become of you?"

The heavily filtered voice, muffled by tin reflection of his natural heavily accented one. A light whirring that emitted from his enhanced form as he waited a moment before responding to his own reaction to his kin.

" A pity."

Savage as fuck. But really, there were harbored feelings for his brother, but who was he to judge? Genji's mind was once at war with itself, maybe not nearly as long as Hanzo's still was- but he experienced it all the same. Genji couldn't help but notice his brother's features, for one-  The long silky black locks of hair was gone, leaving a small messy bun in its place, the side burns had turned a gaudy shade of gray- It reminded him eerily of their fathers graying hair- However, Hanzo was not much older then him, this premature grayness was a steady sign of a great deal of stress. The beard to match- if all felt surreal, he was used to his brothers clean face and perfect complexion, but this.. Time really hit him in the face on this one, regardless, Genji stood his ground  and even crouched slightly, ready to sprint forward if he felt necessary, but he knew now- Never make the first move unless absolutely necessary.

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"Hanzo?"

The raw sound of clean metal against a sheath  slowly dragging the  weapon from its prison haunted the Shimadas ears,  the blade was steady in a trembling hand as the younger Shimada had sat in place, utterly and completely lost. Suddenly  the curt  slide of the tall door had shifted to the  left,  there, stood a figure in the entrance  faced behind the youngest.

" Hanzo, is that you?"

It had to be,  His brother had instructed him to be here, in the Dojo.  Typically, Genji wouldn't of even showed up, but the seriousness in his brothers already stone-cold demeanor was particularly motivating to get up off his ass, lately... He had gotten lazier, and he knew it.  His breath steadied as he was faced away from his sibling, Half lulled lids relaxed as the younger had knelt on the ground, respectfully. His own blade before him, ready to bow before their  session, which, Genji presumed to be the routine  practice they did a few times a week, it was no surprise to him, but his brother had yet to resume position before they could start. The optimistic and carefree accented voice once again carried as Genji parted his full lips.

"Ha-"

Only to be crudely interrupted. In mid breath, there was a sudden sound, the sound of Metal lancing through the middle of his right shoulder,  near  the collarbone had him stop dead in his tracks- His breath hitched as his vision  became abruptly hazy,  his trembling right hand lifted, only to  haphazardly crawl towards the area, where the Katana had jutted halfway through his thin body,  feeling the blade, and dragging his shaking thumb over the  sharp weapon. His mouth, still slightly gaped open had, instead of words, started to spit up some heavy blood, spilling over his chin and staining his outfit prematurely. It wasn't long  before the screaming were to follow as the haunting sound a sword cutting into Bone and flesh, the deep aroma of blood had filled his senses while limbs were carelessly being removed with little fight the Younger could sustain, with the faint plead-screaming slowly  faded out.

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"Shimada, you listening?"

A gruff, aged voice had muttered abruptly,  it was none other then Soldier's as not only he-  but, three others huddled together,  devising some sort of plot, Genji suddenly sprung his eyes open, turning his helmet in direction of the grouped up team- He had been so in tune with his meditation that he fell asleep, admittingly. But they didn't need to know that. " I am." A white lie.  The  organization didn't need to know that he still had these nightmares, but they were frequent,  every other night the same dream, sometimes, in different locations would rehearse in his troubled mind, no matter the prescription, no matter the exercise, no matter how many times he meditated and ultimately accepted forgiveness, his mind was still unsettled on the circumstance, Genji needed to face his demons head on. Genji's eyes had been cloaked in a heavy helmet, that  was close to always mounted on his new, enhanced body,  The neon green visor fixated on the old Soldier as he eased dropped, the group going over the state of their situation once more.

This time, Winston piped up. " But who ..Or what could they be after?"

Soldier's head fixated on the Shimada while a deep, agitated sigh had emerged from his throat,  he could understand the puzzled look even without seeing his face, by now, so once again, He'd rehearse the situation at hand,  only this time with a head cocked in the others direction. " Talon's been searching for new meat. It's rumored they're looking for some to fill in, question is- .. Who, or what."

Winston, brows knitting together had emerged a- " Hey!" As in,  he mentioned the last of Soldiers lecture, first.   but hadn't added on after that.

This Troubled Genji,  not because he had a snaking suspicion, but because  the threat of another deadly  member of Talon could add tot he already deeply frustrating battle against the rivalry, with the Damage inflicted by Doomfist, it was already a served struggle... But who else could they be considering? The options were limitless.  Genji's palm pressed against the ground as he sprung up from his seated position. Headed towards the exist of the massive ship,  there was a sign that the Ninja was going to take off, which, he was absolutely right.

"Hey." The raspy voice had piped up. " Be careful out there." It was heartfelt to say the least, however, Genji  had caught on and nodded. " Understood."  the filtered voice had carried, and pressed to open the heavy door to the ship,, letting him out. Wind hit him, Dorado,  so unsuspecting, so seemingly innocent.  The  stringed up lights and tall dim lit buildings decorated in alleys of littered  neon graffiti, there was something calming about the faint foreign music that played in the widows of some  neighboring buildings, an' assortment of culture for the Asian to explore. Here, was the rumored dealings of Talon, recruiting new members ripe for the picking... But, Genji had this unsettling knot tied up in his stomach that there was something ominous about the situation.  He  started off, head first.

His enhanced digits hooking into the corners of a wall and letting himself climb until he met the roof.  There, the height gave him an' advantage, he could see over buildings, through obsticals, and even through some narrow passage ways, if it were anywhere, he knew that in those tight alleyways was where the real danger would immerse itself. He sank himself into a small crouch before taking it upon himself to catapult himself from roof, to roof, real spiderman like. " Gh-!" He stumbled at the last roof,  and even slammed his palm down against the side of a pillar, before he calmed himself down, and stalked towards the edge of the roof. He was between a few narrow passage ways,  with a small bridge between them and Genji approached the bridge but didn't yet  step on it. He was careful, the visor settling on any traps that he could have come across, but instead of traps- He did catch something that glimmered in the distance, that, being the massive hulking arm of Doomfist, along side him was none other then Sombra. Either Talon member was faced in the same direction, and moving the corner of their lips, As Genji watched,  he tried to focus on just *whom* it was they could have been speaking *to*.. But, before he could really get an understanding, or make a report back to Soldier, via, the speaker attached to his helmet, either Talon member looked to be wrapping it up and turning away from the figure.

"Shit." The heavy accented filtered voice had emitted, fumbling to gather himself, to start stalking towards the figure that had been confronted, but before he moved again, the figure seemed to move towards him,  Being that he was an' eyesore, Neon green circles littering his figure,  against silver, he started to stalk around the  roof until he found the figure on the other side of the bridge, connecting to roofs together, still oblivious to whom this soul was, Genji prepared an' ambush, feeling with certainty if they wanted this man, it had to be someone powerful.  Genji sat on the inside of the bridge wall until he felt absolutely ready.. Exhaled, and rounded the corner until the pads of the artificial balls of his feet had hit the floor with the faintest of thuds.

" You are a fool to consider such an offer. "

The heavy filtered voice had emerged, once at least one hundred feet from the bowman, it wasn't until just now, in this very moment could Genji really see whom this figure was, The skinny ankles, the baggy Yakuta and the messy pulled back hairstyle and stoic features. 

..'Hanzo..'  He thought.

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The rehearsed  questions that ushered from the enthusiastic Winston that relayed from one person to another  would be typically annoying, but  Genji liked Winston's optimism,  the charismatic awkwardness in his replies were heartfelt and genuine, that was something hard to be annoyed with. But it wasn't until the second voice, that he developed his own knots,.. No, not knots,  something lighter, butterflies.  Light fluttering insects filled his stomach as he struggled to concentrate on the terrain, so much that he let his own eyes fall shut,  to truly concentrate of his meditation while the lined up reunited  members of Overwatch were busy getting questioned and familiarized with the system.. Again. The world around him had  dissipated, leaving only his own concentrated breathing, slowing it down immensely while lost in the lucid state of bordered consciousness. Until, however. That whistle. The familiarized whistle broke what little concentration he had on his meditation,  springing his lids open to catch that tip of the brown hat, Genji's entire head had turned to face the Cowboy now, and once within his gaze, He had to resist temptation and  gaped his lips lightly, from behind the helmet. .. He was almost trembling,   his parted lips struggled to get out exactly what he wanted to say,  and hesitated in his motions, before McCree spoke, first, complimenting him. That was truly what did it. And, no. He hadn't yet noticed McCree's hand, or arm for that matter, it was all his face and that hypnotic southern accent,  the moment he finished, Genji lost himself, the  months he had spent with Zenyatta- learning to control his emotions, 

becoming entwined with inner peace- All of it was for nothing,  in this moment, where he tethered into the pits of his soul to dish out an' honest near squeal of appreciation.  " Jesse-!" He issued, then, came the issue of height.  Genji had stacked himself quite high, purposely,  his hand had palmed the bottom of the stacks of books and shelving and sprung up, only to expertly  hop from his seated position, practically, into the Gunslingers arms, purposeful? Perhaps. as he had lept, he carelessly strung both modified limbs  around the thicker Southerner, either palm crushingly holding onto the other one as he squeezed, this, was a well earned hug, and unlike Genji whole heartedly.  He wasn't know for being affectionate in the past, but, it *had* been some time apart from one another. " Jessee!" He said again, the enhanced clammer of a echoed undertone had emitted.. And now, once grounded, their real heights would be evident, Genji's head met up with McCree's shoulder, so, In order to stuff his cin just over the shoulder the Shimada would stand just at his forefoot,  using his toes as leverage to tuck his modified jaw just over the broad shoulder. He hadn't released his grip, but instead, loosened it mildly, finally, speaking.

" How have these years treated you, McCree?"

Behind the helmet,  there was this unreplacable grin that marred his features, just before he allowed the  other to speak, there was a indication that Genji's already heavily filtered voice cracked,  by perhaps an' overpowering slew of emotions.

" I have missed you, my friend." 

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“ It is beautiful here.”  The enthused Cyborg had  announced abruptly, “ I could never appreciate it before.” Was what had trickled out of the helmet, the enhanced accent, blanketed in a metallic undertone had levered from him, His neon green visor had tilted towards the east, admiring the scenery that followed, Beautiful deep cliffs and rocky terrain,  it was familiar to Nepal in some ways. He felt relieved to be at the watch point, it was a chance for Genji to rekindle a different, spiritual energy, then the one he emitted before- The collection of ‘Heroes’ were used to seeing a violent side, an’ unkempt grateful spirit inside that couldn’t care about anything or anyone but his hatred and anger for his brother who betrayed him. .. To rise from the ashes of that,  was miraculous, not only  did his Master, who he felt was genuinely proud of him for improving, but he was happy with himself. .. But there was someone else he felt he needed approval from,  Nay. He *Wanted* approval from… That being none other then the infamous Gunslinger, Jesse McCree. 

However, while admiring the terrain, Genji could only take in so much, from behind a glass window, albeit a long, glass, it wasn’t the same as being outdoors,what was stopping him, was the confining room  where the gathering of the united heroes were submitting information into the Overwatch servers, the Shimada had just finished and now it had been Jesse’s turn. The helmet had turned,  only for the corner of his eye to catch the Gunslinger and the Scientist, Winston, to be exchanging details with one another. Admittingly, it was strange seeing his colleague in vibrant colors, then the typical all black.. From Blackwatch, however, the same could have been said about Genji, He still felt a inward cringe for the way his body exposed the horrific disfigured scars that blanketed his body, His fist clenched in a semi tight grip, digging the modified gray digits into his palm,  this was the first time, in a long time that they’d seen eachother. ..And Genji had only gotten glances of the other,  but kept his eyes forward, fixated on the scenery. A deep, relieved sigh emitted from the Cyborg as his eyes fell shut, taking in the small exchanges from Winston and McCree,  it was.. To say the least, comforting to hear a whisper of the southern drawl he had grown accustom too over the years. For now, Genji would be perched atop of some assortment of a shelf and organized books, sitting perfectly still while his eyes, obscured by the neon green luminescence, stared out the glass. He was at peace, in such a wonderfully comfortable atmosphere, to be among colleagues , it was nice. .. ..Semi quiet, for now.  

the idea of overwatch reforming had put his stomach into knots, the sharp memory of inner conflict and his own withdrawal from blackwatch was at the forefront of jesse’s mind. there was a small glimmer of hope however, cutting through the fear and doubt, that this time it would be different.that and the chance to see his friends again was enough to spur him into action, hitching rides in cramped cargo holds all the way to Gibraltar. winston was eager to greet him, and he couldn’t help but match the scientist’s enthusiasm. the watchpoint looked good, still needed some work he noted, eyes drifting  around as they chatted. 

neon green caught his eye and his face split into a grin, he’d know that figure anywhere. his metal arm came up in a friendly wave. a low appreciative whistle left his lips as he sauntered over, leaving a bemused winston behind. “well don’t you look as pretty as a peach.” his voice was a warm rumble, twangy drawl light and happy. tipping his hat to his friend 

his dark eyes shone warmly as he peered up at genji, it wasn’t the reunion he had expected but he’d take it. genji had changed, that much was clear from just one look at his new armor. it had a fresh, sleek loo to it. gone were the sharp lines and harsh red lights, instead a more friendly green highlighted genji’s frame. jesse had to admit, it looked cool. “figured i’d find ya round here. i’d come up an’ join you but i think we both know i’d be flat on my ass in a minute.” 

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“ It is beautiful here.”  The enthused Cyborg had  announced abruptly, “ I could never appreciate it before.” Was what had trickled out of the helmet, the enhanced accent, blanketed in a metallic undertone had levered from him, His neon green visor had tilted towards the east, admiring the scenery that followed, Beautiful deep cliffs and rocky terrain,  it was familiar to Nepal in some ways. He felt relieved to be at the watch point, it was a chance for Genji to rekindle a different, spiritual energy, then the one he emitted before- The collection of ‘Heroes’ were used to seeing a violent side, an’ unkempt grateful spirit inside that couldn’t care about anything or anyone but his hatred and anger for his brother who betrayed him. .. To rise from the ashes of that,  was miraculous, not only  did his Master, who he felt was genuinely proud of him for improving, but he was happy with himself. .. But there was someone else he felt he needed approval from,  Nay. He *Wanted* approval from... That being none other then the infamous Gunslinger, Jesse McCree. 

However, while admiring the terrain, Genji could only take in so much, from behind a glass window, albeit a long, glass, it wasn’t the same as being outdoors,what was stopping him, was the confining room  where the gathering of the united heroes were submitting information into the Overwatch servers, the Shimada had just finished and now it had been Jesse’s turn. The helmet had turned,  only for the corner of his eye to catch the Gunslinger and the Scientist, Winston, to be exchanging details with one another. Admittingly, it was strange seeing his colleague in vibrant colors, then the typical all black.. From Blackwatch, however, the same could have been said about Genji, He still felt a inward cringe for the way his body exposed the horrific disfigured scars that blanketed his body, His fist clenched in a semi tight grip, digging the modified gray digits into his palm,  this was the first time, in a long time that they’d seen eachother. ..And Genji had only gotten glances of the other,  but kept his eyes forward, fixated on the scenery. A deep, relieved sigh emitted from the Cyborg as his eyes fell shut, taking in the small exchanges from Winston and McCree,  it was.. To say the least, comforting to hear a whisper of the southern drawl he had grown accustom too over the years. For now, Genji would be perched atop of some assortment of a shelf and organized books, sitting perfectly still while his eyes, obscured by the neon green luminescence, stared out the glass. He was at peace, in such a wonderfully comfortable atmosphere, to be among colleagues , it was nice. .. ..Semi quiet, for now.  

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(( New Genji Roleplay blog!!!

Hi everyone, I’m A Genji Shimada RP blog, I love overwatch and the community so SO much that I decided to break out of my terribly shy shell and try my luck at roleplaying on Tumblr, I’m very very nervous and shy,  so forgive me if I’m not the greatest starter at RPs. 

I welcome ALL  ships! Nsfw or not! 

But my absolute favorite ships happen to be:

Reaper/ Genji (Cybergoth)

Zenyatta/ Genji (Genyatta)

Genj/ McCree (McGenji)

Genji / Soldier76 (Genji76)

That’s just my personal favorites, I’m open to anything. I’d love to RP with any and all of you and would be honored to be apart of a rping group. I’m open to RPing on DIscord/skype/ line/ Qq messenger. I’m also an artist! So I’d love to draw some of my favorite otps with the world! :D Even if this will be a primarily RPing blog.  Anyways,  I’m open to all and any RP’s! If you write me a reply, or starter, please Tag it #genjish ))

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its ganna be halloweennnn & I got genji-kitty idea from @sarcasticasides with their  witch’s familiar genji :D 

(edit) oh I miss up the credit lmao

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