#Overwatch Fandom

[grreenteas]

commission Wip for my friend.. drawing yeehan based on their headcanons whoopee

I know I mainly post Fortnite fanart on this acc but Matthew Mercer voices two of like the most popular characters from each game so WHATEVER

[lydibug-art]

This is really rough rn but omg something’s happening ‼️😩 *eats him*

[dusstbunny]

Doodle of Venture Overwatch

I love Venture Overwatch ❤️

[thalvanna]

so, that banshee summoning ritual worked a little too well, it seems

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

happy belated halloween, moicy nation ( ˘ ³˘) <3

[lost-moon-art]

Genji!

Omg I miss the original Overwatch so badly, I played it all the way back in 2016 and have never been the same since. I collected all the rare skins, limited items and brought loot boxes for every event.

When it changed, the layout and basic format was the same but the vibe was so different I couldn't play it anymore, maybe the game changed or maybe I did, it felt so unfamiliar to me. I made this fanart all the way back in 2022 now, and haven't drawn Overwatch fanart since. Maybe I should...

Any if anyone was curious, my mains were Mei, Mercy and Sombra (but Roadhog and Hanzo were my favs (˵•̀ᴗ–˵) ♥︎)

[deerlytoasty]

Yippee

[aspenmissing]

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ - REQUESTS CLOSED

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ:

ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ)

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ)

ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ��ʏ ꜱɪɴꜱ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ)

ᴠᴏʟᴛʀᴏɴ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ)

ᴊᴏᴊᴏ'ꜱ ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ (ᴏᴄ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ)

ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ)

ᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏʟꜰ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ)

ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ)

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ - ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ 6 ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ (ᴍᴀɪɴ/ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ) ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ. ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇ-ᴜꜱᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ. ꜱᴏ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ (ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡ). ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ (ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ/ʀᴇᴀᴅ) ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ 5 ᴏʀ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ.

ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ:

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ || ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ || ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ || ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅꜱ || ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ || ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇꜱ || ʟᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ || ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ || ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ || ᴄꜱɪ || ɴᴄɪꜱ || ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ || ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ || ɢʀɪᴍᴍ || ɢᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ || ᴘᴇᴀᴋʏ ʙʟɪɴᴅᴇʀꜱ || ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ || ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɴꜱ || ʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴡᴀʀꜰ || ꜱɴᴏᴡᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇʀ

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ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ

ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ || ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ || ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴛ/ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɴɢꜱ || ꜱᴀᴡ || ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ || ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴏʏꜱ || ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀɪʙʙᴇᴀɴ

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ᴋᴏʀᴇᴀɴ/ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴᴇꜱᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀꜱ

ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅꜱ || ꜱQᴜɪᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇ || ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

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ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ

ᴊᴏᴊᴏ'ꜱ ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ || ᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ (+ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ) || ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ || ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ

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ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ

ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ || ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ || ʙᴀʟᴅᴜʀ'ꜱ ɢᴀᴛᴇ 3 || ᴅᴇᴛʀᴏɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ || ᴡᴀʀᴢᴏɴᴇ/ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴡᴀʀꜰᴀʀᴇ

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2 ᴏʀ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ

ʜᴇʟʟʙᴏʏ (ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ), ᴇᴅ ᴡᴀʀʀᴇɴ (ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ᴡɪʟꜱᴏɴ), ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ɴ' ꜰᴜʀᴛᴇʀ, ᴛᴀɴɢᴇʀɪɴᴇ, ʜᴀʏᴍɪᴛᴄʜ ᴀʙᴇʀɴᴀᴛʜʏ, ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ ꜱɴᴏᴡ (ʏᴏᴜɴɢ), ᴍɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴍɪᴅᴛ (ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ), ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ᴀꜰᴛᴏɴ (ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ), ᴊᴏᴇʟ ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ (ᴘᴇᴅʀᴏ ᴘᴀꜱᴄᴀʟ), ꜱʜᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ, ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ, ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ, ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ (ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʜɪʟʟ - ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ), ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ꜱᴜᴛʜᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ (ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʜɪʟʟ - ɢᴀᴍᴇ), ᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ 'ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏᴜʟ'

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ: CLOSED

Requests can be as fluffy/comforting as you wish, or as angsty/depressing as you wish. I will also happily write headcanons (Like my Arcane headcanon series) - just give me a rough idea of what you'd like the overall theme to be!

However, please do not request anything smut related (I know I have a smut, but I rather not write another one). I also DO NOT write anything NONCON IN DETAIL (Implied or mentioned is allowed).

I also like to write in fandoms where things are possible, for example a reader with abilities or of a different species, is possible in the fandoms like Arcane, Supernatural etc. However, it is impossible in fandoms like The Walking Dead and Criminal Minds. So requesters, please stick to what is possible.

Reminder: Hello all! I am really sorry but I only write for the fandom I have provided in my Masterlist ONESHOTS (Arcane, Overwatch, Resident Evil, Marvel etc). Any requests that are any other, won't be done - I will however keep them, for whenever I decide to begin doing that fandom, but until then I will not be writing it.

[candlezofficial]

have som more renders because atm i'm in school and in pain

additional memes and all that

[nerd-enoug-h]

Mei the love of my life ily ily ily ily y

[fattummyt]

Aleksandra "Zarya" Zaryanova/Female Reader - "Girl's Night"

Summary: "Are you here every girls night?" She chuckled at your naivety. "This is not girls night. This is... girls who like girls night."

Tags: First Time, Gay Bar, Alternate Universe - Bar/Pub, Drinking, Break Up, Flirting, Drunken Flirting, Cliffhangers, Bisexual Reader, Butch/Femme Couple, Sexually Suggestive

Warnings: Mature, Alcohol, Drinking

Author's Notes: Y/N - Your name. I need more lesbians to write!!

Read it on AO3 here!

"You do not eat the cherry?" You shook your head, "I don't really care for maraschino cherries." "I'll take your cherry." Oh, you loved you a double entendre.

It wasn't every day you got dressed up.

Dressing ultra femme wasn't really your thing but you had a dress you never wore and you'd be damned if nobody saw it.

You were only at this bar to support yourself through a rough breakup by easing your weary spirit with some spirits.

Just as you lifted the cool glass to your lips, the napkin below clung to the bottom before subsequently twirling to the floor.

You sighed, the night already off to a bad enough start, but before you could reach down to retrieve it, a black pair of studded combat boots approached, followed by a hand with glossy pink polish.

When you were finally greeted by the woman's face, you were surprised by the mixture of such strong, beautiful features.

Were it not for the diamond-esque scar on her brow, you may have mistaken her face for that of a plastic surgery model.

"Here. Allow me to get you a new one."

Immediately her accent stuck out to you along with her declarative way of speaking.

She swiped some napkins from the far corner of the long bar, allowing you the chance to gaze at the tattoo that decorated her intensely chiseled shoulder and bicep.

With the grace of 100 black jack dealers, she handed you the single napkin, but it may as well have been a love letter.

"Thank you." Was all you could muster at this point.

"You are very welcome." She smiled and goddamn, even her teeth were beautiful-- what kind of sick game was the universe tryna play?!

You forced yourself to speak, afraid that if too much silence fell between you, you'd say or do something embarrassing.

"Are you here every girls night?"

She chuckled at your naivety. "This is not girls night. This is... girls who like girls night."

Too late. You'd already said something embarrassing.

You blinked stupidly, the phrase finally clicking with you.

"But yes, I am here on girls nights as well."

She eyed you, presumably sizing you a bit, trying to see if you took that bait.

"Oh...--so where are you from?"

Amazing. Barely a sip of alcohol and you're already behaving like a complete moron.

The dumb bitch energy flowed through you tonight.

Taken aback by the blunt insensitivity of your own words, she chuckled at your reaction.

"We can talk over drinks."

The way she pulled her chair out and sat smoothly in it backwards gave you the impression that she did quite a bit of squatting in her free time.

"I take it you are not familiar with this bar?"

"No. I just wanted somewhere fun to drink and," You gazed around the room filled with pink and purple under lights. "this place looked prettiest."

"Oh, all by yourself?" She cooed which felt like the butch lesbian equivalent to the fuckboi "without me?" but you wholeheartedly allowed it.

You chuckled, realizing now just how pitiful you must've looked and sounded.

There was no hiding it. You were the mopey, single, bottom-shelf bitch, the ultimate social repellent.

"You do not look to be having much fun. Let me buy you something fun."

"That's okay, I already have a drink--"

She gently pulled the glass from your hand, tipping it back and chugging the flute of wine like it was a grape juice (as cheap as it was, it might as well be), before sliding the glass across the counter toward the bartender.

"It's on me."

Were it not for the bottom shelf red wine that stained her lips, you might've actually considered kissing her.

In the span of what felt like 30 seconds, she'd managed to order 2 Blue Lagoons at the somewhat busy bar and paid.

Now, with little to no distractions she turned back, attention focused on you.

"My name is Aleks, but my friends and colleagues call me Zarya. I'm from a small Siberian village in Russia where we raise the world's greatest powerlifters."

She raised her arm to flex a bit and you smiled. A little cocky, but okay. It's nice to see some of her humor shine through.

"Doesn't it get cold up there?"

She chuckled, "It is always cold. That is why we have vodka." You laughed as the bartender slid the two drinks her way, two highball glasses with a bright blue drink and an orange and cherry garnish.

Man, that did look fun.

Carefully she took both drinks in hand and handed one to you. Though she easily could've slid it over, took full advantage of the opportunity to touch your hand as she handed it off.

You took an, albeit hesitant, sip of the drink and was immediately shocked by the powerful flavor. The look of surprise on your face brought a smile to hers.

"Tell me about yourself."

"My name's Y/N... and I really like whatever this drink is... and I just broke up with my ex boyfriend, and I kinda wanna get fucked up."

She smirked, stirring her drink enticingly.

"So men are your preference, then?"

The vodka was already beginning to take effect and you could feel yourself growing warmer as your drink got lower.

You hadn't even noticed her left thigh brushing up against yours, but from the image you got from her leather, skinny-fit jeans-- whew, they were impressive.

"I never dated women. Just wasted my life chasing after fucking men." You spat, your inner bitter bisexual exposing herself.

She took an inquisitive sip from her drink, almost as if surprised by your answer.

Did you not give off as strong gay vibes as you thought?

Just as she finished her sip she signaled toward your drink.

"You do not eat the cherry?"

You shook your head, "I don't really care for maraschino cherries."

"I'll take your cherry."

Oh, you loved you a double entendre.

"It's all yours."

With much determination she pulled the cherry from your drink, sucking the glossy red bulb between her lips, followed by the stem.

Your eyebrow perked up and soon recognized her look of indignance was actually that of intense concentration.

The next time she opened her mouth, out slipped her pale blue tongue and on it, two cherry stems tied in a knot.

"Cute." Was all you could muster, although it was clear that you were working with a woman that has long weathered the bar scene.

You readjusted your seat just a bit, scooting closer, your knees just slightly parted on either side of her knee, enough to give just a slight peek under your dress from the right angle.

"Can you show me any more tricks?"

"I would, but..." She shrugged, finishing off the last of her drink, eyed falling to the rising hem of your dress. "The rest are in my car."

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[lydibug-art]

Prints coming soon ❤️‍🔥 Pre-orders available now ✨

[dusstbunny]

Another Freja doodle tihihi

[meowoga]

This is not war. This is liberation.

[alikpo]

what can i say i love them i need them

and im so in love with new skin and i had a few minutes to sketch this

[sexymilfwitch]

Haven’t Seen You Here

Parings: Ashe x Fem Reader

summary: Ashe sees someone new at her favorite bar.

words: 689

author note: i was yearning for a ashe fic and couldn’t find any so i decided to write my own. if this does well maybe i could make it a series. im open to it. lmk if yall like it

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Ashe walks into the bar she visits after every job or mission, ready to drink a little and possibly chat up a pretty girl to take home. She’s here often enough to take notice of the usual customers— and the customers that are… newer.

She sets herself up at the bar, tapping her fingers rhythmically against the wooden surface while ordering her drink, catching a glimpse of your figure striding in through the front door of the bar. You’re… different from the other customers, Ashe thinks.

You look over at her as you’re walking in and look away when u realize shes looking right back at you. Nervous, you sit at the bar to order

Ashe’s gaze lingers on you as you sit down at the bar, studying your figure for a moment. She smirks, noticing the way you quickly looked away from her.

She finishes her own drink, setting the glass down before waving over the bartender and signaling for another. She waits until you’re served your own drink before speaking.

“You’re new here, aren’t ya?”

You take a sip of your drink and look over

“i am, how’d ya know?” you ask back in a curious way

Ashe smiles as you confirm her suspicion, resting her chin on her hand and looking you up and down again. She notices your outfit, how you’re dressed more for a party or club rather than a bar.

“You don’t look like you belong here.” She states bluntly, still smirking as she looks you over, clearly finding something attractive about you.

You blush and look over your outfit then back up at Ashe.

“Oh my outfit…yeah i was supposed to go out with my friends but they all ditched me. I still wanted a drink, so here i am” you mutter as you motion around the room with your hand

She chuckles catching your blush, leaning a bit closer and resting her arm on the countertop, her gaze lingering on your pink face.

“Ahh, I see. Guess you’re all alone tonight, huh darling?” She says with a slight teasing tone, taking a sip of her drink while continuing to look you up and down. You can see the amused look in her eyes as she sizes you up.

You look her up and down and smirk finally feeling confident after having a few sips of your drink “yeah i might be alone, who’s asking?” you smile as you question.

Ashe’s smirk only widens as you look her up and down, noticing the way your eyes roam over her body. She leans a bit closer, her knee brushing against yours as she does so.

“Oh, ya’know… just some lady trying to chat up a pretty girl.” She responds with a flirtatious tone, her eyes flicking up and down your body as well. She’s definitely checking you out.

You smile at her and lean close to her ear as you whisper “Oh you’re gonna be trouble aren’t ya?”

Ashe’s breath hitches in her throat slightly as you lean in close to whisper in her ear, your proximity sending a shiver down her spine. She tries to keep her composure, a small smirk still on her face as she whispers back to you, her voice low and sultry.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m *definitely* gonna be trouble. But you’re not runnin away yet, are ya?”

You back away and smirk deviously “Not running from you hot stuff, but i have to go if i see you here again in one week ill give you my name and number” you quickly kiss her on the cheek and get up to leave

Ashe is surprised by your boldness, her smirk faltering for a moment as you call her “hot stuff” and kiss her cheek. She can feel her face heating up as you get up to leave, watching as you head towards the door.

She doesn’t even have time to respond before you’re gone, and she’s left at the bar with a lingering touch on her cheek and a pounding heart. She knows damn well she’ll be back in one week to see you again. Whoever you are.