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[txelonedragon]

@dragonbladc continue from here

At first there was no answer, just as Genji had predicted. “Nothing,” he finally said. It was a lie, but he didn’t want to talk about what had happened, or what was going on inside his mind. If he was to talk then he wasn’t sure where to begin, and he feared he would lose control of his emotions.

[iron-hardt]

§ 👀💦💦💦

[a modest shipping call]

{Looks like someone’s ready to…

/removes sunglasses

…Take the Rein.}

[gamfcowboy-archived]

❣

a bleeding / bloody kiss.

He scrambles along the alley, spitting out blood as he goes running back for the somewhat safe transport. The mission had been a success, but the outpouring of ‘support’ had scattered them and sent them fleeing. Something that hurt his pride, but not enough to not run. Firing to his side, hearing the fleshy thud of a body hitting the wall behind it and grunting as grit and gravel presses into his thigh, the consequence of a combat roll on a broken road.

In his comm there are voices, but he pays them little attention until the danger following him is far enough behind. Only then tapping it lightly and being guided through backstreets to the evac transport.

When he gets inside he sees an equally battered team, though no glaringly devastating injuries catch his eye, and he makes his way over to where Genji sits in a corner.

That’s when he sees there’s a good half of his arm missing, and at a second glance that it’s tucked under the chair for reattachment later. Mask off, held in his good hand and an even, steady expression on his face. It’s jarring, distressing, and as soon as he verifies to himself that the rest of his lover is whole he’s pressing in for a disgusting, blood flavored, muck smeared kiss. Gentle as much as it is intense, with his tongue flicking over lips and his own cracked ones leaving blood and dirt along the cyborg’s jaw and cheeks and nose. Breathing harshly against him when they part and he sits down, tucked close for the flight back to the watchpoint. Unwilling to let them part until they have to.

[embrace-tranquility]

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Send in a ❣ for a random kiss. | accepting

1. Shy kiss.

A quickly pressed ‘kiss’ to Genji’s cheek, and then Zenyatta moves away. His student had jonkingly made a comment about how Zenyatta should reward him with a kiss because he had completed all his tasks today. Well, at least Genji was regaining some of his former behaviour.

“Is the dragon sated?” Zenyatta asks.

[tckhartha-blog]

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          it’s always a daze when he hears that genji has been going through a tough time in public, the people not accepting this… amazing creation, this amazing human that just happened to meld with a machine, someone who was more than his parts. someone who was changed from his younger self, and was more than the armor that covered himself.

               zenyatta could feel the discord coursing through genji’s soul, listening to him intently as he spoke down on himself, knowing that this was just the moment of doubt speaking. genji had come so far, this was just a step down for a moment… he’d really come far, and he’d become an amazing person, for people to believe he was nothing more than machine meant to kill, or just a thoughtless bit of metal, it caused zenyatta great sadness.

       placing a hand upon genji’s chest, the omnic would gently lean his head forward, array powering down as to not blind the cyborg at the close proximity and his mala lowering to his hip, glowing light blue as he spoke, soothing and slow.  

                      “So stay, you’re not what you’re hearing,                        ‘Cause I’ve been watching you changing.                         And who said you’re one in a million?                           You’re so much better than that.”

@dragonbladc

[haloheld-blog]

@dragonbladc

she had honestly thought she would NEVER see him again  ;  the shock of it leaving her heart aching like it has torn itself apart in her chest. she swallows, fingers lacing together in physical BETRAYAL of her nervousness, her voice steady as it always has been,   ‘   genji   ?   what are you doing here   ?   ’   angie smiles then, the expression faint but no less meaningful,    ‘   are you okay   ?   ’

[sigrunvalkyrie]

@dragonbladc

             There was always a bit of a delicate balancing act when asking friends that doubled as patients about how they were feeling. She didn’t want to seem too overbearing as if there were in her office, but she also wanted them to take her suggestion seriously. “Well, it depends on what you’re comfortable with.” She replied, gently putting her hand on his arm. “There’s herbal teas, natural supplements,  and I could always prescribe something if it’s severe. Though, I have a feeling that talking about it might help a little.” There was a gentle smile as she shrugged her shoulders. “Perhaps a lunch or dinner, something off base so we could get away from work for a while?”

[coeurdeveuve]

Sombra!

ask ellie about her overwatch habits || accepting!

ah, sombra! unfortunately i do not play her very often, although i LOVE her skillset. it’s less a “i don’t want to play her” and more “okay we already have two dps players time to pick a support or a tank”.

i love seeing her used most on 2cp maps, especially on defense. i know that sounds counter-intuitive but her ability to hack health packs and crowd control with her ult can completely deny an enemy push. if you have an enemy flanker that’s depending on a key health pack (like on the second point of temple of anubis) and it’s hacked, it can mean certain death for them. 

i currently have her azucar skin equipped.

as for ships, i’m not picky! i like some sombra/widowmaker, sombra/d.va, sombra/mccree... honestly i’m the worst bc i can ship almost anything if it’s well-drawn or well-written. |: 

[txelonedragon]

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Act of affection☆  Getting them something they need before they ask for it.@dragonbladc

“Thank you,” he said quietly after a moment of hesitation before taking the glass of water and the pack of aspirin. His head was killing him, and though he hadn’t said anything about it, or done anything to allude to the pain, Genji appeared to have known.

[gamfcowboy-archived]

“ now my soul feels free. ”

“Do it?”

He’s naked, stretched out on the bed comfortably and looking over at Genji. Watching the lashes on those gorgeous brown eyes float up and down, a sign that he’s done his job damn well, and tracing fingers along the edges of skin and tech in a dance.

It’s the expression his lover wears that makes him soft inside and out. It’s the way he smiles at Jesse, like he’s worth a damn, that makes him roll onto his side and press kisses along the lower back of his sitting partner. Curling his hand over belly and pressing the edge of his pinky to the crook of thigh and hip. Touching, always touching.

“...tell me what it’s like, t’ feel free?”

The voice he uses is soft, like he’s asking for the world and expecting nothing in return. Like it’s a secret that he dares reach after, and in some ways that’s true. Kissing along until he’s curled around the cyborg, lips against hip just past the curve of his rear end and arms holding him tight. A clingy cowboy, an awkward yet somehow comfortable position that has him latched on and ready to stay that way.

And he will, listening to whatever Genji tells him about how, why, and watch those beautiful lips express the reasons as eyes sparkle and dance on Jesse’s heart.

[mightyfinebamf]

“You look exhausted.”

@dragonbladc: 

The sky was white, the smell of rain heavy in the air; the last storm before snow comes–Genji thinks–and turns briefly to regard McCree when he speaks. He looks taken aback by the gunslinger’s comment–like it cut into him–and he quickly hunkers in for a frowning thought. Somewhere in the back of his head he knows Jesse means well by it, but the sparrow can’t stop the sharp ‘sorry’ before it escapes him–and he immediately condemns himself for it. Jesse doesn’t deserve attitude–

Swallowing thickly–Genji sucks in a deep breath and pushes his visor back up his face before he turns back to the downpour outside, bringing himself to rest against the doorframe. He’s half tempted to run out into the rain and never come back. .. Not until he’s satisfied, at least.

Perhaps feeling the cold ache in his bones would help–

   “–You don’t have to stay here with me.”

For someone who came from the edge of the desert: rain, especially a heavy one like this pretty much only happened in the deep of night, and dried up well before noon. That was what the cowboy was used to. Somehow, even all these years later, he’s still surprised to see such a downpour in the middle of the day. Not to say he disliked rain, but it certainly changed the mood.

He’s guessing that pensive look on Genji’s face and the sharpness on his tongue means he’s not entirely fond of it either. Seeing him put his visor back on was something he’s noted to be him wanting to hide away and he respected that however--

He watched Genji’s lean body press against the door frame and let him be for a moment, also staring out at the buckets of water pouring from the sky. Stepping up behind him, he clap a hand on his shoulder to bring him to lean against his chest instead.

“I know I don’t have to. But I want to.”

He’s not entirely doing this for selfless reasons--rain brought out a certain sense of.. endlessness and it made his entire body on edge. He rested his head gently on the shorter male’s shoulder, arms encircled around his middle, holding him close but not suffocating him.

[embrace-tranquility]

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The sudden intrusion of something being put between his plating on the side of his head has Zenyatta turning his head, but he is met with Genji’s voice who tells him to stay put and not move. He complies.

When Genji is done, Zenyatta reaches up to feel whatever was put between the metal and valves, his fingertips gently brushing over a flower. His array immediately lights up yellow as he looks at his student, a clear happiness radiating off him.

“For me? You should not have.” and a little more bashful; “Thank you.”

[ridesagain]

Pharah!

Put an Overwatch hero in my ask and I’ll tell you…

( almost never, haha. i just canNOT get a beat on her for the life of me )

which maps I like to use them on: mostly just random heroes. i can’t say i’ve ever willingly PICKED her because i know i suck.which skin I currently have equipped:

who I ship them with: uHH not sure! someone suggested her and brigitte, which i think would be super cute. her and widowmaker also intrigue me.

[fanged-mccree-blog]

let me drown in your arms

a mcgenji fic for @dragonbladc - ‘first kiss’

     the first time genji removed his visor, it was 2:30 in the afternoon. jesse can still remember the sunlight that had been dripping through the windows, golden and warm against skin that loved the sun.

     genji had been seated on the bed with him, their legs tangled together in a way that had become so familiar. always touching one another, no matter where they were, or what they were doing. whether it be the bumping of elbows, or the brushing of fingers when on their way to a mission; to the point that jesse found himself more often in genji’s presence than he was alone.

   ‘kuso,’ a word that the cowboy had not known before meeting genji, and the murmured curse had brought dark eyes up from the DS clutched gently in his hands. before he could ask what was wrong, his breath had caught in the depths of his throat. those dark eyes had watched as nimble fingers released the visor from its hold; a simple, smooth motion that jesse had never seen from the cyborg. as long as he’d known him, his face had been kept hidden behind that visor, and not once had he asked for it to be removed. not once had genji shown comfort in removing it.   

   and, yet, there he was. pulling it down and away to reveal beautiful, scarred skin that had jesse left utterly speechless. choking on his own words and his own breath.    

   neither of them said a word. 

   from then, it became normal. the visor would come off in their time alone. jesse would do his best not to stare, afraid genji might get the idea wrong. that, perhaps, the cyborg would think he was appalled and not absolutely, totally star struck. that genji might think he saw a monster, when all jesse could see was a beauty that rivaled the damn heavens.

   he did not touch. could not bring himself to reach a hand out and feel those scars below the calloused pads of his thumbs, bad as his heart ached to. to reach and memorize every curve, every dip, every laugh line and every last damn scar.

   until now.

   the clock flashes 2:56am, bright red against the shadows that swallow the room around them. it is the closing fingers around his wrist that grabs his attention from the movie that flashes across the screen. 

   genji is settled snugly against him, a perfect fit for the dip of his lap. they claim it saves space; jesse knows, for him, it is that there is no time he feels less like a killer than when genji is pressed against his body. because even the feeling of their bodies touching is enough to put the demons to rest, to have them shushed until next they part.

   and so, it is those fingers at his wrist that has dark eyes pulling from the screen, “genji-?” the older man begins, keeps his voice soft and low because the other is moving that hand to those scarred cheeks. fingers curling over his own to direct him into cupping one, fingertips nearly brushing the corners of his lips. below his hand, genji is warm. in the dim light of the movie, jesse can see that he is blushing, a gentle sort of pink that seems to be spreading to the tips of his ears.

   in his chest, there is the pounding of his heart; a noise that fills his ears, louder than any drumbeat. the real thing is always better than one’s imagination, but jesse could never - not in a thousand years - have imagine how it would feel to be allowed this skin to skin contact with his best friend, to be allowed to touch.

   when jesse’s fingers move to curl under his chin, genji does not fight it. murmurs a soft approval that just barely reaches the gunslingers ears. the movie is long forgotten in the background, jesse is too focused on the way the cyborg shifts in his lap. he turns, until their chests are pressed together, and they are so close that there would be no room for more than air between them. 

   this is the way things should be, he has time to think, hand moving once more to brush along the edges of genji’s hairline. feeling dark strands below the skin of the hand that remains flesh. the metal one remains at his side, useless in a situation such as this. it cannot feel that warmth, it cannot learn the path of those scars...

   it is jesse that breaks their comfortable silence, there is a question that burns through him in a way he can no longer ignore; for months it has been consuming him, an asking of permission that begins with the pad of his thumb brushing along genji’s bottom lip.

   ‘may i?’ 

   and when genji nods, the gunslinger thinks that his heart may just stop beating in his chest. or, perhaps, it will truly come alive for the first time in years. 

   so easily, does he close that short distance between them. presses worried lips to genji’s soft, scarred ones. he can feel the exhale of a held breath against his upper one, and has the mind to think he is just as nervous as i am before all he can focus on is the cyborg in his lap. the way he quivers, the way his breath smells and tastes of fruit snacks and sugary drinks. as sweet as jesse has always pictured, only better because this is real.

   the kiss is not awkward, not the way one might expect with it being the first (of many, jesse prays) between them. but, really, they have always come together like puzzle pieces. fit into the curve of one another’s bodies, the cracks in their very beings. not perfect, but as damn close as two could ever wish to be.

   neither break away until their lungs burn, until both of their cheeks are flushed as red as the strawberries they’d shared earlier in the evening. and, when they do, there is only the sound of gentle breathing, the melodic laugh that is shared between the two of them.

   yes, jesse thinks, this is how things are supposed to be.

[txelonedragon]

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Send ™ and my muse will do a poor imitation of yours.@dragonbladc

Really has no idea how to imitate him. Nope, he can’t do it, he gives up. “I cannot imitate someone I no longer knows.”

[readyfortranscendance]

dragonbladc a réagi à votre billet “|| it has come to a point where each new song i listen to gives me...”

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