#reapyatta

[wongerlober]

[spicedrobot]

the boys are fighting!!!!!!!!

[berkert-mole]

How to calm your satanic shadowey husband 💙🤖

[burningirisart]

and for the real reason I made this art blog, have the complete thread of WIP comic pages! I still need to redesign Eldritch!Reaper, but that’s for a day I have some more drive.

[dingostrash]

This got out of hand quickly

To be fair I was encouraged. You know exactly who you are.

[heronfoot]

Faunyatta comm for @naopao round 2. Hope you like some super soft boys

[plushpencil]

tag along for the ride

[embrace-tranquility]

ღ reapyatta

Send me a ღ and I’ll fill this out about a ship | accepting (OT3′s are allowed as well!)

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Reaper. He wakes silently, though mostly because its hard for him to sleep.

Who’s the one to make breakfast: Neither of them really do, since they neither really eat. But sometimes, to humble Reaper, Zenyatta does.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: They don’t.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: Reaper would. But only when he is really in the mood.

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Reaper does on very rare occasions. Aka, he has a bad day and needs comfort.

Who chooses the movies: They switch it up. Though Zenyatta does so more often, with a movie in mind for Reaper. He does watch the occasional telenovela with Reaper.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Neither do. Movies are good man.

Who orders lunch: Neither do. They don’t eat.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Neither do.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Reaper does, if he’s had a fill on souls and feels particulairly needy for comfort. It doesn’t happen often, since Reaper also has trouble sleeping.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Zenyatta, but he more distracts Reaper from moping rather than work.

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Not for icecream, but Zenyatta sometimes has a childlike wonder when asking for/about new things.

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Zenyatta.

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Reaper does.

Who cooks dinner: Reaper does, IF he feels like it. His food is amazing.

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Zenyatta.

Who stays up until 2 reading: Not reading, but Reaper has a tendacy to stay up late, or not sleep at all. On those sleepless nights, Zenyatta stays with him the entire time.

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Reaper, when Zenyatta is in ‘sleep’ modus.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Reaper did in the start of their relationship, wraith afraid of showing his affection.

[hamyheikki]

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11999904

Rating: General Audiences

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Reaper/Zenyatta, Reapyatta

Summary: Commander Reyes is having a hard time getting used to being back in Gibraltar's base, memories from his past creeping out behind every corner. However, one soft-spoken monk is not about to let him suffer by himself.

[spicedrobot]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Tekhartha Zenyatta Characters: Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Tekhartha Zenyatta Additional Tags: minor genji mention, Minor Genji Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta/ Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Top Tekhartha Zenyatta, Bottom Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Harness, Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Dirty Talk, Healing Sex, Trans Male Character, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Trans Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Human Zenyatta Summary:

"So handsome," Zenyatta says, and Gabriel's jaw tightens, his scarred cheeks flushing, drawing Zenyatta's eye: the reaction of a much younger, shyer man. "You must know how you look. Like a gift ready to be undone."

[benevolentcannibal]

that’s it that’s the ship  ✨💕

[woodiart]

A start of an unexpected friendship (...or more?)

[plushpencil]

Shading practice

[embrace-tranquility]

Dream- for the drabble promt

Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

A soft wind was blowing, the wind chimes attatched the roofs dangling, making soothing sounds. He is seated on the wooden porch in front of their home, watching the children of the village play. Hands in his lap, he watches, chuckling as he watches the ongoing snowball fight. Tiny snowflakes fall down from the sky, not enough to replenish the gathered snow, but just enough to create a magical effect.

He looks up. Grey clouds cover the sky, but it does not seem that it will start snowing any harder. He feels a tug at his being, a whisper being carried on the wind. His name.

‘Zenyatta’

He is back inside his home, making tea as he looks into the sober livingroom. Reaper is seated there, resting on a pile of pillows as he reads a book. He has never seen him so calm before. He looks at ease, for once not wearing the black getup, but a simple hoodie and jeans, face no longer hidden behind the mask. It is fine. All seems fine. The omnic wants to return with tea when a shadow creeps out from under Reaper. It stuns him. Reaper gets up, his eyes red wit anger as he walks towards Zenyatta, the black outfit and his mask returning to his body.

The smoke keeps him tied to his spot, causing him to drop the plate with tea. The cups shatter. He starts to panic slightly. Core pulsing rapidly. Reaper gets closer, the smoke wrapping all around Zenyatta, holding him in a cocoon of blackness, only leaving his head out. It stings, making him scream in pain. Reaper is in front of him, leaning in so that his head is next to Zenyatta’s. He speaks.

“I went from a cage of iron to a cage of gold. You held me captive. It is your fault I am this way.”

The smoke disappears, and Zenyatta falls. Falls. Keeps on falling into the darkness until he falls flat on the floor of  gold. He scrambles up, looking at golden bars. He is in a cage, a birdcage, with darkness surrounding him and no way out. He screams, but no sound comes from him. He curls in on himself. Reaper is not there. Reaper is gone. He is left all alone, caged up inside his memories. Inside a cage of gold. A cage of cold.

~

He shoots up from his sleeping position, lights on his forehead flaring in alarm. If he had been human, his body would have been covered in cold sweat. His systems say that he is fine, but he knows that in his mind, he is not. The dream was so clear, so visual. A sob leaves him as he puts his head in his hands, elbows leaning on his knees. 

His fault. It had been his fault that it had ended this way. He had locked up Reaper, when he had tried to help him. Had his good will been forcing his feelings onto the man? He wasn’t sure anymore. Confusion and loneliness plagued his mind.

Quietly he sobbed into the night, holding himself, with no one around to hold him, to soothe him. The one person that could was gone, and the other was far, far away. He knew he was not truly alone, but it felt that way. 

And oh, how it hurt.

[garbage-vin-moved]

in other news this is still one of my fave ships

[zenyattabreathes]

@embrace-tranquility I have found your weakness.