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fuck it homebrew boop button. reblog this post to boop the person you reblogged from.

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me and bestie (commission for froggerow!!!!)

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An idea for a Louisiana based Overwatch Character:

None of the typical voodoo shit yall associate with us when it comes to game characters.

Cajun, not creole

5 star chef driven to fight after the omnic war distorted their community.

A tank with a rifle, but this bitch packs a kick and you can’t get scoped aim with it, because we don’t do that here, please watch swamp people, Troy is just holding that bitch and hitting shit.

Secondary fire is a “spiceball” it acts like a venom mine but you can throw it instead of placing it.

Mele is just a swift hit with the butt of the rifle

Ult call out is just “TIME TO STIR THE POT” or “C'est l'temps de brasser la gamelle!” and this bitch does a lil hurricane that you can get swept into and thrown off the map, but is still vulnerable bc they stay in one place.

Anyways I’m just shooting the shit because I want Louisiana representation that isn’t just “VOODOO MARDI GRAS VAMPIRE”

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Shit got delayed, my state is snowed in, I know I said two weeks but I’m extending my open date for another week because I got some last minute reqs, SO KEEP EM COMING

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HELLO

I am back, I am writing. Request will go out over the next two weeks. Thank y’all for your patience.

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Hi there! I hope you’re doing as well as you can be. May I get some NSFW for Junkrat? It could be headcannons or a oneshot, I’m just embarrassingly desperate for him lol.

Broski, I am so sorry, but I have it in my request rules that I dont do male nsfw content, it’s a personal preference. Thank you for your request tho 🫶🏼

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Whaddup cock suckers (I say with affection)

Requests are open, you know my rules. THEY WILL BE OPEN FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS.

I’m going on a cruise and need shit to occupy me while I am tanning and not gambling. All requests are free, I have linked posts on my navigation including characters and prompts if you so choose to try some

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I’m ngl this shit pisses me off. We do not say tis to be mean we say this for your and our safety. Your safety on the internet, and so we aren’t held responsible for what happens to you on here. You wanna act grown but aren’t ready for that and it shows, so you aren’t welcomed in grown people spaces.

When I say my page is for 18+ I mean it.

Do y’all not understand what MINORS DNI means??? Like it’s the second 17 y/o that I had to block today

I’m gonna check my following list once I’m done writing

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How we feeling over the lil hazard plush keychain 👹 (also decided to do a dog one because why not)

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ur ashe fics have me gnawing at the IRON BARS ON MY CAGE

… what if I told you I’ve got an insane amount in my Google Docs that would take me less than 24 hours to finish…

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I miss good sex pollen smut. That’s it. That’s the post. I want women going feral and fucking women.

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What’s up gang, I’m about to start writing fics again. Infact I will be writing custom fics (with the same limitations when it comes to a to content) any length, any concept, any pairing, but for commission.

I’ll make more rules and pricing later but I wanted to gauge the consensus on it. I understand that it’s been a while, but I figured I could also write some more hard core stuff, and, you can get your own sole copy if you want.

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Some self-indulgent concept art for an AU fancomic I have been thinking too much about lately on stream; Susie definitely gave him a matching rose tattoo after his mind transfer.

Full Short Comic Script for the context curious

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This is exactly what I had in mind and I absolutely adore this! Ugh, brought a good smile to my face and I needed that. 10/10.

Faceplant

A/N: i know I said that after these few fics for Hazard I was going to post about Mauga but I saw @moira-mains-go-to-hell post about Hazard and the reader overall just being a little shit and I decided to give my on spin on it because I thought that it would be funny 😭

Summary: Let the Prank wars begin

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The argument had been petty, honestly. Something about whose turn it was to do the dishes. Or maybe it was over the thermostat. You couldn’t even remember what sparked it, but it had ended with Hazard flopping onto the bed, throwing an exaggerated arm over his eyes, and grumbling “Gonna sleep it off before I say somethin’ I regret.”

You’d rolled your eyes at his dramatics, but his silence as he turned on his side, back to you, left you simmering. The nerve. So, as you stood in the doorway, watching him drift off, a wicked idea crossed your mind. A harmless. TINY. little prank.

Sneaking over to his prosthetics, you carefully turned them off. The soft chime confirmed they were deactivated, and you stifled a laugh as you tiptoed back to your side of the bed. “Let’s see you storm off tomorrow, tough guy” you muttered under your breath, climbing under the covers. Satisfied with your mischief, you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, sunlight poured into the room. You were half-awake, snug in the blankets, when you heard the rustling of sheets and a groggy groan from Hazard.

“A’right…” he mumbled, his Scottish accent thick from sleep, “time to get up…”

You peeked out from under the covers, watching as he swung his torso up, planted his hands on the mattress, and—with all the confidence in the world—tried to stand.

“OI—!”

And just like that, he toppled forward, his arms flailing briefly before landing flat on his face with a muffled *thud*. You bolted upright, the sheets pooling around your lap as you stared at him sprawled on the floor. For a moment, there was silence. Then, a sound you hadn’t expected.

Laughter. Loud, uncontrollable laughter, echoing from the floor.

Hazard was face down, shoulders shaking as he wheezed and slapped a hand weakly against the carpet. “You… fuckin cheeky bastard!” he managed between gasps, his accent making the words tumble out in a melodic jumble. “You turned me legs off, didn’t ye!?”

You bit your lip, trying—and failing—to keep a straight face. “…I might have” you admitted, the corners of your mouth twitching.

He rolled onto his back, still laughing, one hand over his face. “Love, I… I tried tae just hop up like nothin’ was wrong! Thought I was losin’ me mind fer a second there!”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The sight of him sprawled out, hair sticking up in all directions, tears of laughter streaming down his cheeks—it was too much. You joined him, your laughter ringing out as you leaned over the edge of the bed.

“Serves you right” you teased between giggles. “That’s what you get for avoiding me like that last night.”

He propped himself up on his elbows, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Aye, fair’s fair” he said, his grin as wide as you’d ever seen it. “But dinnae think I’ll let this slide, darlin’. Revenge’ll be sweet.”

“Oh, I’m terrified” you shot back playfully, holding his gaze with mock defiance.

Still chuckling, he finally pushed himself upright, reaching over to re-enable his prosthetics. The familiar hum and whir signaled their activation, and he stood, testing his balance before looking at you with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“You’re lucky you’re cute” he said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “But don’t get too comfortable. I’ll be plotting.”

You smirked, watching him shuffle off toward the bathroom, still shaking his head in disbelief. The morning sunlight danced through the room, and as the laughter faded, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth for the man who could turn even a prank into a moment of joy.

Whatever payback he had in mind, you knew it would be worth it just to see that smile again.

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A few days later, the consequences of your prank began to surface. It started innocently enough. You spotted a tiny piece of your favorite bike model figurine on the coffee table. At first, you thought it had just fallen off, but when you found another piece in the kitchen—and then another in the bathroom—you knew something was up.

By the end of the day, you’d only managed to find eight of the ninety pieces. Each discovery came with a fresh wave of frustration and suspicion. Hazard’s smug grin whenever he passed by didn’t help either.

“Lost somethin’, lass?” he asked casually, leaning against the doorframe as you scoured the bookshelf.

“You’re insufferable” you muttered, glaring at him. “Where are the rest of the pieces?” You said showing him a part from the model.

He shrugged, his expression the picture of innocence. “Dunno what yer talkin’ about. But if I were tae scatter somethin’ precious around, I’d make sure tae keep ye on yer toes.”

You threw a cushion at him, which he caught effortlessly, his laughter filling the room. You’d underestimated him, and now you were paying the price.

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You’re killing him in his sleep tonight.

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What can I say? I like sketching big men 😎 (also feel like complete shit lately 😓)

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I support the idea of getting mad at Hazard and doing something to fuck with his legs.

*you have an argument while he is in bed, he desides to sleep it off*

*30 mins later*

“YOU FUCKIN SHITE WHY AM I ON THE FUCKIN FLOOR.” *he is hysterically laughing face down next to your bed because he tried to get up and you forgot you turned his legs off*

(Also I got this idea from both an amputee who made a tik tok about this situation and this story of a couple who one person took a seam ripper to every other stitch on her partner’s clothes so they slowly fell off while he was at work)

(I also thought about this for sojourn bc she is so fucking serious all the time but I think she would be crying laughing at this)

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I’m questioning how we got a plus sized omnic??? Because I’m a big girl myself and I think it’s fine, but like??? I can think of reasons why, like three, but I want to know why lore wise. My three theories are:

1) it’s a fetish thing, and Susie is one of those omnics built to meet that need initially. Wouldnt surprise me, nor is it the first time in media we would see that and BEFORE YOU GET ON MY ASS ABOUT “oh that’s perverse” I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT NOR A FUCK ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK.

2) it’s probably just representation as omnics were introduced to society, as a way to get more people to sympathize with them and see themselves/ the humanity in their existence.

3) the designers didn’t think about it whatsoever.