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Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”

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One day we will have it

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technotranquility  —  An suprise attack! the monk quietly and gracefully threw his gift over his teacher - a basic net, but with a small paper crane, as well as a small bell, hanging off each knot in the rope to add some much needed vibrance to his teacher's dull routine.

NOT  without merit,  he does sense zenyatta’s approach  —  but not the chaos he brings.  how he managed to keep the net silent is beyond mondatta’s guess,  but he does startle.  in truth,  he half jumps to his feet,  an exclamation of shock terminated in his throat as he sees just what zenyatta has so deviously attacked him with. 

his surprise resolves itself into peals of laughter ringing out alongside the bells as he fights with the net,  trapping himself further. 

‘ well,  you have made a right fool of me,  my student.  i believe that was the intention,  was it not ? ‘

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reblog this if on april fool’s, you’re accepting ic ‘pranks’ in your ask box. put ketchup in my muse’s drink, tie their shoelaces together, go wild. go crazy. have fun dealing with the consequences.

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H E A D C A N O N..     *  CHARACTER INTERVIEW .

BASICS  !

NAME .   tekhartha mondatta NICKNAME .   datta AGE .   40 SPECIES .   omnic

PERSONAL  !

MORALITY .   lawful / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true. RELIGION .   as a religious leader  ( and later figure )  mondatta follows the guidance of the iris.  he has faith that its light will lead him where he must go. SINS .   greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath. VIRTUES .   chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice. KNOWN LANGUAGES .  english, omnic binary, hindi, nepali, japanese + conversational french & russian, mandarin chinese. SECRETS .   he never meant to be a leader.

PHYSICAL  !

BUILD .   scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT .   6′3 SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS .  no marks,  and the few  “ scars “  he has are chips to his paint around the optics and temples. ABILITIES /  POWERS .  none of note.  a skilled martial artist.

FAVORITES !

FOOD .    while he doesn’t eat he thinks mochi treats are a delight to look at. DRINK .    he does not drink  ( cannot,  sadly )  but he loves the smell of spicy chai. PIZZA TOPPING .   well....... COLOR .    pale lilac and sunset gold. MUSIC GENRE .   he loves traditional music,  but has a soft spot for lofi and jazz as well. BOOK GENRE .    nonfiction,  largely.  mondatta loves to read biographies and the like. MOVIE GENRE .   probably documentaries.  he won’t say no to seeing a cheesy western either,  though. CURSE WORD .   rarely curses ever  -  a byproduct of his global celebrity status and his position as a religious leader.  however,  if you unsettle him,  you may hear a gentle and inquisitive  “ what the fuck ? “ SCENTS .  spicy chai,  clean linens,  mountain air.

FUN STUFF  !

BOTTOM OR TOP .  bottom bunk  SINGS IN THE SHOWER .   the few times he does shower,  no.  not anymore.  but he does often hum while going about his morning toilette  -  as much as an omnic does such a thing. LIKES PUNS .   oh absolutely.  he will act unimpressed but he loves them

TAGGED BY .   @starwritten  ty bb TAGGING .  you uwuwuwu

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gonna b remaking this blog yall ... echo ( and wren thanks @starwritten ily ) has injected me with the overwatch juice

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SHE’S HERE BOYS

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@knucklecollision

Warmth filtered through the vast window, gracing intertwined bodies with a soft, dusting gold. Akande’s eyes had long since cracked open, squinting against the rays before sluggishly adjusting. Once Mondatta’s optics, faint during sleep, illuminated, Akande was staring with a playful expression etched deep into his features.

“You know what you need?” he begun, rolling onto his front and crossing his arms over his pillow. “Nipple tassels. Now, you don’t have nipples, but I just think it’d be real funny. You know, like,” he wiggled, “cha cha cha! And then they spin and -”

He had to contain his laughter. He managed; barely.

TRULY,  akande’s mind works in mysterious ways ;  at least,  that is the first thought that comes to mind upon hearing something so utterly bizarre on what is,  otherwise,  a perfectly pleasant sunday morning. 

‘ . . . pardon? ‘ 

still sleepy,  processes starting up the lazy and languid way he can so rarely allow himself,  mondatta regards akande with a sort of puzzled adoration,  unable to hold in what may be called a giggle when akande demonstrates. 

‘ what  —  what would i even fasten them to?  there will not be much,  ah,  cha cha cha unless you miraculously find magnetic ones. ‘ 

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THE  MUN

NAME: [incomprehensible eldritch whispers] NICKNAME:   nea / myu / skip FACECLAIM:  hdhjhf i dont have one . does Me count PRONOUNS:  she/her HEIGHT:  5′1″ BIRTHDAY:   june 26th AESTHETIC:   bambi lesbian LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO:   the end of all things by panic! at the disco FAVOURITE  MUSE(S)  YOU’VE  WRITTEN:  mondatta #1 

THE  MUSE(S)

WHAT  INSPIRED  YOU  TO  TAKE  ON  THIS  MUSE:  i actually started out as a zenyatta rper and i do Love That Boy but as time went on i became more and more fascinated with mondatta and eventually i made a blog because the urge to write him was too strong to resist...

WHAT  ARE  YOUR  FAVOURITE  ASPECTS  OF  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE:  i love his elegant and refined mannerisms, but i love his selflessness even more. mondatta never stops giving and has an amazing ability to put other people first and genuinely have faith in those around him! i love and stan a campaigner for equal rights 

WHAT’S  YOUR  BIGGEST  INSPIRATION  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  WRITING:  probably music, but also like... casual discussions and headcanons? i love talking about what makes muses tick, what they think and feel, and exploring that in threads is .... chef kiss

FAVOURITE  TYPES  OF  THREADS:  shippy stuff, but also family fluff/angst ... the found family trope is strong with mondatta, and i love love love seeing him with zenyatta, genji, and other monks (where my shambali ocs at!!!!)

BIGGEST  STRUGGLE  IN  REGARDS  TO  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE:  how the FUCK i be wise and yet dumbass at the same time? this man is like a genius and i . am baby

tagged by: i stole it. i am a trickster god tagging: @knucklecollision @irisbound @chrnlgcl & u !!!

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WITH  his body feeling stuffed full of cotton and static,  mondatta slowly resurfaces through the haze in fits and starts.  he floats,  insides whirring as the reset finishes,  bringing him to a languid,  pleased state. 

soft teal lights flicker on,  his gaze settling on akande’s face. 

mondatta hums,  leaning into the touch that fizzles his raw sensors,  humming softly as he pulls his hand from his own wires,  sighing with contentment. 

‘ keep going, ‘  he murmurs,  winding his arms around akande’s broad back,  relishing the soft ache of overstimulation.  ‘ you won’t hurt me. ‘

as if to prove his point,  mondatta rolls his hips upwards,  once,  goading akande into moving even as he shivers slightly.  ‘ go on,  darling. ‘

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@knucklecollision

‘At times I did wonder if you were behind it.’

The sudden realisation struck him like a wave would an oblivious beachgoer. Consumed, tumbling and thrashing midst the throng that threatened to flood his lungs and deprive him of sweetness.

Even if Mondatta didn’t speak with not an ounce of ice in his voice, Doomfist felt like he’d been sliced. That smile he wore was stolen, replaced with something far more dour, more solemn.

“… I was in prison when it happened,” he begun softly, staring directly at the omnic. “We were only given rationed times to watch television. I spent every moment I was given watching, rewatching the reports surrounding your death.” Akande felt like his next words were obvious, but needed stating nevertheless. “I wasn’t the person who called your assassination. Even now, there seems like there’s mixed reports on who called what and…”

He trailed off. He knew Mondatta wouldn’t hold any grudge over who exactly fired that bullet, even if he did.

“… I did miss you.”

The ache he had felt in his chest, a deep, yearning emptiness, would never be forgotten.

SOMEHOW,  the knowledge sinking through him aches more than the shock and pain shining clear on akande’s features.  it was not him.  it had not been akande’s voice calling for his death.  it had not been his intention guiding three inches of lead through mondatta’s head. 

‘ i see, ‘  he says,  and means it.  ‘ thank you. ‘ 

what he is thanking him for  —  he leaves it uncertain.  for honesty?  for not being behind it?  for watching?  for missing him?

a soft,  hesitant flicker of his lights,  soft teal reflected in akande’s eyes when he leans closer,  just slightly,  enough to slide a slender hand around and cup the back of his skull,  guiding akande the last distance between them. 

omnics don’t kiss the way humans do,  and yet there is an unbearable intimacy in the way he kisses akande,  gold and white chrome against a warm mouth.  he lingers,  flooded by a sudden relief  —  and for what?  this is not the akande he knows,  knew,  and yet he knows with a painful certainty that he loves him just the same. 

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“You did?” he smiled, the kind of smile that concealed sprinkled surprise. Even then, his thoughts were muddled and confused; it was pleasing to hear, to know he’d been thought about, but it also sparked pangs of uncertainty that tightened his chest.

‘Thought’ could mean so many different things.

Honestly, he wouldn’t hold it against Mondatta if it was something revolving around fear or evendisappointment. He knew that as he spiralled further into his ideological outlook and his involvement in loose, criminal clusters, the further his playful sparring had evolved into true, proper blood-shedding violence. How simply knocking someone down and off their feet wasn’t enough anymore; how it’d compounded into splattering brains and circuits alike along walls. He wasn’t quite an angry person, not really, but he found that malice suited him.

Most people, most logical people, feared him. He just figured it’d mean something different, something vaguely painful if the person he’d cared about for so long, before he’d adopted this title and gauntlet, now feared him.

“Tell me.”

‘ AT  times i did wonder if you were behind it, ‘  he admits after a long moment of silence.  the thought  —  less accusation than it is quiet wonder  —  hangs like spider - silk between them for a while. 

mondatta can recall turning to face the explosion and the bullet cutting through him with shockingly crisp and painless accuracy. 

the weeks after waking up blur and fade into one long night of agony and weariness ;  it is almost ironic. 

‘ i wondered if you missed me. ‘ 

that,  too,  he lets float.  his voice is without blame or anger,  he sounds most of all curious,  gaze fixed on akande as he turns in his seat.  he relishes the enticing almost - danger of running a finger down from akande’s temple to his jaw,  to the tip of his chin  —  it is the first time he has touched him in a long time. 

‘ did you? ‘

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   ( BOLD ALL THAT APPLY to your muse. Italicize leaning or former. )

[ WEALTH ]

$ Financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty (lives semi-ascetically) ✚ Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable ✪ Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / servant / street trash / unsure ✔ Education : qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children : has a child or children / has no children / wants children / verse dependent ◑ Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased ◔ Affiliation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between ♦ disorganized / organized / in between ♦ close-minded / open-minded / in between ♦ calm / anxious / in between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between ♦ cautious / reckless / in between ♦ patient / impatient / in between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between ♦ leader / follower / in between ♦ empathetic / unempathetic / in between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between ♦ traditional / modern / in between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in between ♦ loyal / disloyal / in between ♦ faithful / unfaithful / in between

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / it’s complicated ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✮ Belief in an Afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / it’s complicated!! ✯ Belief in Reincarnation : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❃ Belief in Aliens : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❀ Philosophical : yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality : heterosexual / homosexual  / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual ❥ Sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless / Just not interested ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless ❣ Sexually : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / inhibited ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol : never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess ☁ Smoking : trying to quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess ✿ Other Narcotics : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ✌ Medicinal Drugs : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ☻ Indulgent Food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess $ Splurge Spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ♣ Gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

tagged by: @tirmortelle tysm !! <33 tagging: @technotranquility @irisbound @mekabound @knucklecollision

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((So! I wasn’t going to draw this, but I REALLY wanted to draw an omnic! And I knew @martyrbot spoke to me about a commission, and I thought heck! I’ll do that idea! Thank you for the pose and idea, Nea! It was fun!!

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ryvjin  —  ℧ !

mondatta and genji in hand to hand combat.

‘ VERY  good, ‘  he praises,  ducking one of genji’s flurried kicks ;  the setting sun paints the cobbled courtyard floor a deep amber,  glinting off mondatta’s golden accent pieces. 

it has been rare as of late,  seeing the temple master in simple dhoti and a sash,  both cream - coloured and loose to allow for freedom of movement as he spars with a student. 

when zenyatta traveled to a village two days’ walking away,  accompanied by some of their youngest on a trip to aid the locals in restoring their water supply,  mondatta took it upon himself to teach genji  —  a task he so far enjoyed,  brought out into the cool autumn air from his study.

‘ excellent.  your form is controlled,  genji. ‘  he blocks another swift punch,  leading the energy through himself and away,  smoothly stepping aside.  

‘ let your thoughts flow. ‘

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flashofyellowlights  —  ℧

mondatta comforts angela.

‘ CAREFUL, ‘  comes his voice from the comms system when she nearly drops the staff she is repairing,  ‘ dr.  ziegler,  you have not slept in forty - five hours. ‘

he delivers information cleanly and precisely,  knowing that she knows,  knowing even better that angela being frustrated with him will not be beneficial to either of them. 

the holopad pings,  a soft golden glow projecting in front of her as he materialises piece by piece.

halo folds his hands,  voice going softer,  kinder. 

‘ come and sit?  i understand your distress  —  the mission was taxing on everyone,  but especially you. ‘