#overwatch lifeweaver

[redtailfins]

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[minteehell]

Overwatch Bicon and his boyfriend 😊

I know pride month is over but im just reposting extra drawings Ive made on twitter…

[lunonoxart]

🤍 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚂𝚠𝚊𝚗 🖤

This is not really meant to be ship art, I just wanted to draw them in their Swan Lake outfits. (It can be if you want!) I know Widow has an Odile one, but I like the contrast!

[janayuga]

U thought i was done with sirenweaver? No. Never.

[kennylikessalt]

POOKIES

[cinthwrites]

General relationship headcanons- Lifeweaver

- supportive bf, 

- surprisingly good cook; when he's not busy with missions you can usually find him in the kitchen, 

- talking missions, he has a bit of a tight schedule, but he definitely finds time for some cuddles, that is between running away from Vishkar officials, 

- very touch starved, loves touching, even if it's not romantic. His favourite activity is hugging, he can hold you until your breath runs out, 

- he also loves when you play with his hair. Will probably let you make ponytails and buns if you want to, 

- but he's not selfish, and will definitely understand if his partner doesn't like touches, 

- he can show affection through words, loves complimenting you, 

- Thai pet names all the way ("Are you okay, khon dii?), 

- his number one gift choice is...his own holograms. He can make all types of flowers from them, whole bouquets even, 

- as a healer, makes sure you won't even get a scratch on your head. A small cut on your finger? GOTTA PLASTER THAT, 

- additionally; his mission locker probably has pictures of you in it. 

[snacobie]

You’re a lifesaver! 🌸

[lifeweaverspeach]

No lube, no protection, all night all day from the kitchen floor to the dining table from the bed to church, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air scream the lord's prayer, HE CAN TOP ME until I'm swollen, until I'm crying, until he's out of juice, until I cant walk, until I'm numb, until my throat hurts, until my cheeks are red, until the neighbours know his name, until my insides becomes outsides, until my hole remember the shape, until my jaws fall off, until my leg is useless, until my eyes are rolled back and it stays there, until my body does a backflip, until my whole body shakes, until the skin peels off, until my bones disconnect, until i pass out, until im paralyzed for the rest of my life, until all my eggs are fertilized, until all my holes are filled, until i cant breathe, until it gets longer than before, until he couldn't stand, until i die, until his tentacles dont come anymore, until my mouth cant eat, until i remember the length of it, until the end of time, until he dont have it anymore, until his hole remembers the size and girth, until it reaches my stomach, until hes grunting and growling, until he has to regenerate it, until the whole world hears . I'm gonna get him pregnant ten times over breeding him all day all night no protection just me and him all over the house on the floor on the couch on the bed in the shower on the rooftops even god couldn't pull me out of him.

[alexanderzazilart]

Maugaweaver 7w7

🌴x🌸

[reallifetangent]

Late night working

[ya-zz]

This might be a little of a challenge since you've never written for him but! I wanted to request some Lifeweaver x reader where he keeps receiving flowers everyday from a secret admirer and one day he caughts reader leaving them?

Challenging or not, I love writing for a character that I haven't written a full fic for! Thank you so much for requesting!

Lifeweaver x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1333

Niran would spend his days cooped up inside of his lab or in his room, mind focussing on his biophysics and natural sciences. His schedule was always packed with researching, experiments that worked and failed, though despite the setbacks he experienced, he was determined to fulfil his duties at bringing natural order back to the world. 

His days at the lab were long, nights were short in his room. He kept to his schedule, not wanting to deviate from it at any point. One wrong step and it throws him off balance. Stick to the routine and the research will turn fruitful, everything would blossom into something truly beautiful. 

As he worked, there was no room for distraction. Everyone knew to leave him be, not disturbing him at any point to avoid the groans and dissatisfaction that Niran would spew. He gained a reputation, though the scientist never faltered despite the hateful words that were whispered throughout the building. 

Not everyone hated him though. He had his admirers, much like anyone would. Newbies coming and going would offer their praise and thanks before Niran shut himself inside again. Their words rang on deaf ears most days, but he was thankful nonetheless. 

There was one anomaly that he couldn’t quite place, however. It wasn’t a matter of his research, no, everything was going the way he had hoped; but the one anomaly was the presence of flowers appearing in his lab. Neatly placed on his desk, whether it be on his current project, the stack of papers to the side, or resting neatly in a small test tube. Each day there was a new flower, from buds to blooms, each one unique in their own way.

He would study the flower for a moment or two before putting it to one side until eventually he had a small bouquet of flowers sitting beside his window in a small glass flask - a temporary accommodation before he found a suitable vase.

The flowers would appear each day before his arrival in the morning, yet no matter how early he seemed to get there, he never once found anyone leaving the room. Maybe it was after he left? He did the same thing, waited until he could no longer stay in the lab but nobody came. They had to be someone within the facility. Niran couldn’t for the life of him find or even figure out who this person was. 

But you knew because it was you who was leaving them. For months now you had admired Niran, the way he worked, his friendly nature when he wasn’t working, but you were just another person, someone who he wouldn’t pass a second glance at. You weren’t like him, just a student who studied under another scientist. 

Maybe leaving those flowers was a little strange. Some would probably consider it stalkerish behaviour, but what could you do? He wouldn’t speak to you if he was busy and every chance you had was always taken by someone else who just happened to need something at the same time. 

Seeing him in the lunch hall, wanting to have just one moment only for someone else to grab him and he leaves. Another chance lost. Seeing him in the hallway, wanting to call out to him but he quickly ducks into his room before anyone even has a chance to say hello. 

Niran was probably an obsession for you at this point, but you didn’t want to seem like the crazy person. So, you settle on the next best thing. He liked flowers and what’s not to love about receiving them, especially anonymously. 

While he knew he had admirers, but this feeling was something else for him. It made him feel warm inside. He wasn’t angry that someone was coming and going from his lab because he knew where everything was place. Nothing was out of place, only a flower appearing on his workspace. 

Each day that he sauntered into his lab he wondered what flower was waiting for him. A lily. A rose. Wisteria or lotus. Bluebell or snowdrop, daffodil or tulips. Each were added to the flask or laid gently next to it, his windowsill slowly being overrun by this persons flowers.

And each day that you would return, you would see them all neatly arranged, the moon barely illuminating them before you had to leave. Working late had its perks, you figured out. While many scientists finished early, Niran being one of them, you could wander the halls without any questioning. ‘Just delivering reports’, you’d say, hand holding a stack of papers which only served to hide the flower you had recently acquired. 

Nirans lab lights were always switched off, the indication that he wasn’t there, the cue to leave your flower and get out of there before anyone notices… 

Though tonight was different… 

Everything was going as it normally was; Niran had left for the night and you were out ‘delivering reports’ to the other scientists. You made your way to his lab, the first thing on your agenda. His door opened with ease - you wondered why he never locked it each time it opened. 

You were quiet on your feet, manoeuvring around the space with no effort as your eyes glance upon the growing selection by his window. It made your heart beat just that little bit faster knowing that he had been keeping them and not throwing them away. 

Tonights flower was another lotus, one that was pale pink and white. A little smaller than the previous one, but still magnificent in it’s own way. You place it down beside the stack of papers before backing away. You take two steps back before turning around, heading back towards the door. 

A blurred figure stands opposite the door before it opens and you don’t even get chance to hide before the door exposes you. Like a deer in headlights, you stand there and stare at the taller man, colour draining from your face as your body shakes and heart begins to race. 

He doesn’t say a word but peers behind you, a smug smile appearing on his face. 

“Ah, the lotus. A symbol of purity and strength. How kind.” He finally breaks that silence, walking past you. “You really shouldn’t be sneaking around in other peoples laboratories.”

You go to speak but the lump in your throat stops you. The panic and shame were rising. 

“Please, I’m not mad. I’m glad to finally know who has been leaving me such wonderful gifts.” He smiles at you as he swings his bag over his shoulder. “Come, I’m sure you have an explanation as to why you’re doing this.” 

You sheepishly nod as Niran escorts you out of his room. 

“I suppose I was in luck I had forgotten my bag. It has been such a stressful day.” He speaks as if he didn’t just catch an intruder. “It’s nice to put a face to the admirer.”

The comment makes your cheeks flush. You finally manage to find the words to speak to him, explaining to him the reasoning behind your actions. 

Niran chuckles, his chest feeling warmer as he looks down at you. Cute. 

“Perhaps you would like to get coffee sometime?” He asks, which catches you completely off guard. “There’s this really nice cafe not far from here that serves the perfect blends. They also had tea, if coffee isn’t to your liking.” 

When you accept his offer, the flush burning hotter, his smile grows bigger. 

He winks, tone more playful than serious. “Perfect! I look forward to finally getting to know my secret florist.”

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment before walking back through the halls. You had just scored a coffee date with the best biophysicists in the country. Could life get any more exciting? The smile that embraces your face didn’t seem to let up for hours. Who’d have thought that you of all people get to be that close to him…

[crouwssnt]

insta bought this BEAUUUUUUUUUUUTY

[janayuga]

I blame this one korean artist on twitter for planting this idea into my brain-

Anyways, Mermaid Lifeweaver in all of his cunty glory🫶

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Aromatherapy

Warnings: little nsfw, please thread with caution

Lifeweaver x GN reader

Note: Welp, there it is! My first drabble starring our favorite Overwatch Support. I got this idea when helping @cerezzzita finding her own ideas for a smut fic. Her encouragement for me to write this is honestly the main reason you're reading this.

Happy reading 💕

He watched you from his spot on the bed. Skin flushed from the shower and a few droplets of water still clinging to your hair. Even completely exhausted and cranky, you were still beautiful to him, and when he extended his hand towards you, you circled the bed with a small smile and walked between his knees as his hands held yours.

„Gods, you look awful darling. When was the last time you properly rested?“

Niran rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles, playing with your hands as his eyes ran over your sleepy countenance. Your eyes were bloodshot and barely opened, your shoulders hunched over as if bearing an invisible weight.

You chuckled, swaying a little to relax your sore feet. „I think the only proper rest I get is when I’m dead.“

„Ah, but there are ways to gain euphoria even in the world of living.“ He gives his most charming smile.

„Is there?“ You let him wrap his arms around your middle and pull you with him on the bed. You let out a silent oof as you fall into the freshly changed pillows and soft blankets. How wonderful it would be if you could fall asleep, but for that to happen every muscle in your body should not ache. Niran carefully turned you on your stomach. He could do whatever he wanted as far as you were concerned. You were too exhausted to fight him anyway.

Instead, you buried your nose in the pillow, scenting a familiar aroma of lavender. Ever since Niran started to live with you he brought a sense of comfort and relaxation to your place that you’ve never known you needed. He sprinkled the pillows with lavender pillow spray. Your eyes squinted into the soft warm light of scented candles of his choosing – mostly jasmine and cedar. And, of course, being given the exclusive privilege of partaking with him in his evening self-care routine. He turned your bedroom into an oasis of peace and serenity.

As you were dozing off on your shared bed, Niran looked through his bedside table through the assortment of bottles when he finally pulled out a sleep bottle from brown glass and translucent liquid swishing inside.

„Hng? What’re you doing?“ you slurred a little from your position on the bed.

„There’s no need to worry. I am only giving you a massage. You looked so stiff since you came home. Let me take care of you.“

Right. Only massage. You tried to ignore the shiver that ran through you as your robe slipped past your shoulders and settled at your hips. You heard the swish of the essential oil in the bottle, then pop of the lid and then felt coldness pool at your lower back. You gave an instinctive flich.

„Sorry, love. Should’ve warned you it’s a little cold.“ He cooed at you while he rested his warm hands at your back, spreading the liquid over the expanse of your back.

„Ish ok…“ you slurred into the sheets, already feeling yourself melting into his touch. With expert movements, Niran woked out small knots and tints in your back. His thumbs circling your spine, his palms smoothing out along your ribs. All the while you whined and groaned into your pillow. When he firmly ran his hands from your shoulders to your necky ou let out a full blown moan.

„Right there?“

„Hmm-mmm a little lower“ You let out a blissful sigh as Niran’s hands dig into your back, applying pressure to the stiffest parts of your muscles and undoing the stress that had gone into your body. You groan indelight when he digs his fingers in between you shoulder blades.

„That was quite the knot.“ Niran chuckles, drawing back his hands as he pours some more massage oil into his hands.

" Alright, please relax your back a little more,”

You hum in response and try to relax your body a bit more. You let out a sigh as you feel his slippery hands rub at your sore muscles. Whenever he found a stiff spot, he pressed his palms into it firmly until the tension dissolved away. You hear yourself let out hums of contentment as Niran’s slick hands slide down your lower back, thumbs rubbing along your spine.

“Your hips are also quite stiff.”

“Hnn!” Your eyes snap open when his warm hands squeeze your hips, electricity shooting through your body up and down. It didn’t matter how long you’ve been together, intimate touches like these always made you flustered.

Niran chose to ignore that sound and kept on rubbing your hips. You twist your head back to look at him. His own robe slid open, revealing a sliver of his tawny sculpted chest, his plump lips were pursed in concentration, and damn if he didn’t look good enough to eat. Your thoughts on relaxation went straight out of the window.

“Does this feel good?”

“Ah…yes.”Niran hums, giving your hips a gentle squeeze before trailing his hands further down until they’re rested on the plush of your thighs and you shudder, your voice hitching in your throat. He only peers at you once to observe your reaction to his touch, and continues massaging your thighs, kneading them and rolling the muscle under his skilled hands.

You bite back the appreciative keen bubbling out of your throat.He smiles at the sight of you squirming under him. You groan softly some more as his finger slide closer to your crotch, so deliciously close but still too far away for your liking. You buck up your hips, hoping that’ll be enough to communicate your need to him.

Niran leans closer, blowing warm air on the shell of your ear with every word spoken.

“My, my, looks like I’ve finally got you to relax. Why, you’re practically blooming in my hands.”

You let out another choked groan and try to lift off the bed, pressing your bare back to his chest. The only answer is a dark chuckle, as his hands slide higher to the place you need him most.You moan his name desperately.

“Shh, my love. Just lay back and let me take care of you. I promise that by the end of the night, you’ll be thoroughly relaxed.”

[wildissylupus]

Ok so I recently decided to thoroughly read through Lifeweavers lore because previously I only skimmed through it, and fuck are his parents asswholes.

Like think of the opposite direction of Ashe's parents shittyness and you get Niran's parents. Like they straight up pressured Niran to be perfect, to the point that when he didn't fit their quota they sent him to Vishkar. Basically handing their son over to do child labour.

No wonder he has the view of "a perfect world is a perfect prison", because he actively lived that life. He's lived in a perfect prison.

I'm so mad at myself for not reading his lore more thoroughly sooner because God is it interesting-

[kortsitron]

Panic attack headcanons

Part two of your men helping you during a panic attack! Time to add Lifeweaver and Ramattra! <3

Warning: Panic attack

[part 1]

Niran Pruksamanee 

⋆ Niran is a medic, so it's obvious he had to deal with someone having panic attack before

⋆ So you're in good hands, he knows what to do and he will take care of you

⋆ He's upset that you happen to have a panic attack, because he wishes that you could be fine. But he understands, it happens sometimes when life is too much

⋆ The moment he sees you sitting on the floor, with tears in your eyes as you wrap your arms around yourself, when you seem to be zoned out - he knows he has to help

⋆ He sits down in front of you, and starts talking to you

"Hey, darling. Can you look at me? I need you to look at me, okay? You're safe here, it's okay." Niran says reassuringly, with a concern on his face.

⋆ Once he gets your attention on him, he does his best to distract you. He doesn't want to overwhelm you, so he tries to keep it simple

Niran opens his palm, as his lotus made of biolight blooms in his hand. It shimmers in his hands as he looks at you. "Now focus, my darling. Tell me what you see, what you think. I want to know all your thoughts." Nirans says as the lotus flower floats above his palm.

⋆ He keeps you distracted until he sees you're feeling better. After that he takes you to a safer, calmer place to take care of you and talk about the panic attack you just had. What caused it, what he can do to help prevent panic attack in the future and asks if there's something more behind your behavior that caused the panic attack

⋆ Obviously he will suggest seeing a therapist or psychologist if you're having panic attacks often, because he may knows how to 'bring you back to reality', but he's aware that there might be need of some more professional help

Ramattra 

⋆ Ramattra seen panic attack before, but only from afar. He does not know much about them, besides the fact that they're caused by too much stress 

⋆ He has never experienced a panic attack himself, so when you have one - he's not quite sure what to do

⋆ He knows something bad is going on inside your head, when he sees you shaking, zone out and try to find a safe place where you can hide

⋆ He quickly realizes it's a panic attack and follows you

⋆ He's not sure what to do and he's not sure what to say in a moment like this

"Look at me." Ramattra says, it's almost a demand, but it's much more softer than you have heard from him before. "What can I do to help? I don't want to cause you more stress."

⋆ Ramattra will do whatever you ask him to. Talking to you, holding you, finding a way to distract you. It doesn't matter, he just wants you to feel better

⋆ He may not be should what he should talk about, so he will ask you. If your answer won't give him any ideas, he might start explaining how the modifications he did to himself work, no matter if you heard it thousand times before

⋆ Once you feel better, he will ask about the panic attack, most likely hours after it or even days. He will ask where it came from, what exactly it is, what causes it and how to help. He may not care about other human, but as always, you're an exception 

⋆ So after getting all the information, Ramattra will be ready to help you next time