#efferwescent

[revoevokukil]

Je t'aime mélancolie by efferwescent

[slashbokeh]

[nyamcattt]

more overwatch art and doodle dump (2021-2023)

[sheluvslilith]

I Need someone to hold me Like widow maker holds mercy 💋💗

Artist: efferwescent

[keiiex]

Elizabeth Caledonia [ Ashe ] x Fem. Reader !

Overwatch

Brief Summary : After three years of terminated contact, Elizabeth finds herself face to face with an old friend. She is faced with the past, being confronted first hand from the woman who left all that long ago.

Photo Cred : Efferwescent on Twt

Her red lipstick smudged past her cheek, mascara dragging down her eyes as blood dripped from the side of her head. Her usually slicked white hair was now fuzzed up in a frenzy, her cowboy hat long discarded somewhere in the cockpit.

“It’s been a while, partner.” You mocked, dragging your thumb against her lower lip before nudging her face to the sides. She takes the moment to catch her breath, having been caught off guard.

Through utter shock, it takes her a moment to understand the play of events. Minutes ago, she was downing some whisky from her glass cup, listening to the southern bells, and enjoying her time alone— all before getting knocked out from her seat. With fight mode finally kicking in, she tackled the big shadowy figure that hovered above her.

Your eyes lingered into her piercing red ones, a smug smirk tugging at her bloodied lip, finally seeing her grasp the situation. “You’ve got some nerves showing up after that little stunt you pulled back then.” She scowled under your touch, slapping your wrist, accepting defeat. Her head reclined back on the seat of the cushion, eyes shut. The arch of her eyebrow never left, a slight twitch now and then from the irritation boiling inside the pit of her stomach.

You tilt your head to the side, scoffing out a dry chuckle before taking a seat across from her. Leaning back into the hard plush, crossing your legs to examine her one last time. She never ditched the white button-up as well as her love for leather but the tie that loosely hung around her neck was new, red with gold plates.

“It’s been three years, we required a long-time reunion.” You continued, watching as the woman take a couple more deep breaths to compose herself. Her eyes finally land on mine, a slight glare as a smirk tugged at the edges of her lips. Amused. “Well I be damned, I wasn’t aware a reunion included a big nasty man to shoot me right up top the side of ma’ head.” Resentment held back in her voice, as she attempted to regain control… even if she was the one at an astonishing disadvantage.

You glance back towards the body of the man that laid still on the wooden floor board, a small smile erupting from your lips. “Friendly fire?” You say, almost questioning. She gives you a low chuckle in response, her right leg pulling closer to her chest as one arm resting on the top of her knee. “You’ve got my attention, what more could you want now.” Her voice stayed low, almost coming at a grimace. You watched as her eyes traveled down from your face, taking a good look at your body and your attire before a smirk left her lips.

Tension built up in the room, thicker than the one on one fight between the two women.

“Why, I’ve missed you, Liz.” A sinister chuckle trails your sentence, a small look of madness encapsulating your eyes. A shared moment of silence sat between the two of you, Elizabeth sighing out deeply at the mention of her nickname.

A long history was shared between the two women, one filled with innocence and passion, naiveness then intimacy. Two young girls that thought nothing could tear them apart… now here they are, divided in opposition against each other.

“You’ve grown since the last I’ve seen you… tell me, how much has really changed?” Elizabeth’s voice soothed, a hint of curiosity entwining with her words as her focus remained direct on you. Your eyes flutter back to the woman, her sultry eyes having the same effect as they did back then. A grin curled up your cheeks, a wave of nostalgia hitting. “Depends, will you run away again?” You questioned.

Three years back, you confessed your feelings to the leader of the Deadlock Gang also familiarly known as your childhood best friend. A heist hadn’t gone in favor of Elizabeth as a wave of emotions finally spewed out that night. As you confessed to the woman, you watched as her eyes lingered with aversion. Maybe it was the confusion, maybe it was the tension but she had excused herself from that room. That night was spent waiting for her to give you an answer, maybe even closure or clarity but the longer you anticipated her arrival— the more your heart shattered. Without even a word, you abandoned the only family you had.

Seeming as Elizabeth kept quiet, you unstrap the buckle of your thigh. A gun in hand. Your eyes inspect the golden engravings on the barrel of the gun one last time, the fine details so intricate in designs before you place it on the table. Accompanying the gun, you take out a crumbled piece of paper.

You slowly walk towards the woman below you, kneeling with one knee before caressing her face with your hand. A wave of sorrow washed over your face once more before you kiss her gentle lips. At first, Elizabeth was shocked. Their eyes shot wide open before she found herself indulging in the sweet taste of wine on her lips.

Her hands come to the back of your neck, kissing feverishly against yours as her other hand rest on your lower back, bringing you in closer. A mixture of whisky and blood remained idle of hers, a warm and welcoming taste that you never knew you needed so badly.

Pulling away slightly from the woman, the two of you catch your breath, staring at one another. A smile falters on your lips, releasing your hand from her cheek as you make stood back up.

“Patrols are arriving tomorrow morning, your bounties have gotten higher. I hope this won’t be the last time we see each other.”

And with that, the heels of your boots clicked the wooden floor boards, southern bells ringing through the room as a small slam of the floor echoed past the dimly lit bar.

Elizabeth smiles, her thumb reaching to wipe the remaining blood out the corner of her lip.

“We’ll meet again, partner.”

[harlequinadeshadows]

Work on AU gorgeous artist efferwescent.

I sincerely love her work, which brings a little fire of life into my life. With this work I would like to express a huge thank you to efferwescent.

[robotclownery]

Once i don't have to google how to write efferwescant everytime i write it it's over for all of you

[lesbian-art]

Efferwescent (twitter)

[revoevokukil]

Gib this Ciri/Avallac’h or go bust, honestly.

[art3mida684]

One of my old projects I wanted to finally edited… and I did it.

Art by: efferwescent (Twt)

Song: mental affection - кровь (remix)

[manfrommars2049]

"They call you Calamity for a reason, don't they?" by Хлебец маломодный (@efferwescent) via ImaginaryStash

[kristina-sia]

@efferwescent

[amy-scans]

😍 Ashe x Widowmaker (#Overwatch) 😍 💞 💞 💞 💓 Artwork: Efferwescent https://www.patreon.com/Efferwescent?fan_landing=true 💓 💞 💞 💞 ❤👭👭❤ #yuri #pride #love #cuteYuri #otp #PrideMonth #HappyPride #amyscans #yurilover #yurilover #art #shoujoai #loveislove #lovewins #lgbt #lesbian #animeyuri #kawaii https://www.instagram.com/p/CBk9S6Ah4Xe/?igshid=n60n58ixuxbb

[sheluvslilith]

Fuck i Need a relationship like Ashe and widow bad 😩🎀💋

Artist: efferwescent

[moonshotsx]

oooo amber and plum? thanks bb!

hi! 🥺 thanks love 💞

amber: it’s a fanart of widowmaker from overwatch by one of my favorite artists ever, efferwescent on twitter! it’s the cropped version of a nsfw piece from their patreon

plum: snails, my dad makes them but i’ve never had the guts to try them, otherwise i’m pretty good with trying everything

[robotclownery]

Just exploded an egg in the microwave. Efferwescent