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annihilation stirs

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the older i get the more i appreciate the grey hair

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the older i get the more i appreciate the grey hair

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Face the sunrise!

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We will have peace at any cost.

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do u ever get a comment on a fic thats just so sweet that ur like Maybe slaving over 24k of fanfiction was worth it for user SprinkleTrashcan2012 to leave a three paragraph comment

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hanzo should kiss his brother. maybe that would help him get over some things

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Had some cute OW moments eternalized

So sorry to everyone involved. Loved this moment ❤️‍🔥 You could see me giggling kicking my feet with the camera movement

WHY CAN'T I UPLOAD MULTIPLE VIDEOS!!

⬆️This was what happened :(

ANYWAYS, I had some extra videos I wanted to share:

Genji almost 3 minutes of hotgaysex ASMR (exaggeration)

"Dance" 🤨 a study on 3D rigging for uni assigment (I didn't rig it, but a lesson nonetheless)

Blzzrd release a synthwave Genji skin pls I'll give money ⬇️Ramji no bg lore whatsoever, just wanted to draw this out.

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Short comic

Inspired by the song "Last Cigarette" by Mothica

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from this interaction with Mercy I hear when I play LW I always assumed he at least had a prosthetic hand, and well I'm assuming lower arm from his design.

His hand def looks like it's metal jointed as in there's no flesh there, it's all prosthetic to me. Except in his cleric skin where it does look like a glove, but then ofc non-canon and a glove fits that bc ~*cleric magic uwu*~

About Lifeweaver’s Arm

So this Summer Games spray that just released shows Niran with 2 organic arms.

In the childhood picture from his origin story, we see that he already has the metal “arm”.

So…is it actually a glove?

Looking up close at the shoulder area, it DOES seem like it’s strapped on. This is as opposed to Symmetra’s, which replaces her entire shoulder.

Of course, it’s possible his arm could have been amputated/removed lower than Sym’s for whatever reason. Or maybe Sym lost her arm in another way, so she had to have a specially modded one. Orrr maybe she “upgraded” over the years. Blizzard has never really acknowledged that part of her lore, so we don’t know.

Niran’s fingers have multiple joints, but it also looks like there might be something between those joints. This is in contrast to Sym’s hand, where the joints have spaces between the parts that imply there most likely aren’t organic fingers underneath.

It’s a weird choice imo… one of my favorite things about Vishkar’s dystopian nightmare lore was the idea that Architechs are so brutally efficient that it’s just expected they’ll remove parts of their body to stay competitive.

Of note, in his Summer Games spray he also lacks some of his other enhancements, like the little white attachments in his chest and the metal plates in his feet and ankles (though he maintains his skull mods). So it’s possible the artist either forgot those other mods, or made a weird stylistic choice to not include them.

What do you guys think?

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quietly realising when i had my pink and or purple hair and undercut with stylised fade it was basically sombra hair

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would you be willing to write some shimadacest set when they were younger and still part of the clan, having to sneak around shimada castle and hide their relationship from everyone but genji likes to test his luck and tries to talk hanzo into messing around in places where they could easily get caught… so semi public sex basically

yes yes yes

It turned into a little study of their relationship I hope you don't mind, anon. Enjoy x

Shimadacest

-young, pre-clan dissolve and Genji's 'death' NSFW

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It always just, was.

Never really a question of right, wrong, for either of them. That was always something for outside. For those who would ever happen to look in; to peel beneath the layers of brother, friend, protector, confidant -

-to lover.

Carved under skin, a taste of blood.

Hanzo feels it on his tongue, quiet and tucked away.

Genji his hands, smeared to a language only Hanzo knows, only Hanzo sees.

But it's there. Palms up, palms down. Their love (no beginning, never an end), their first kiss (how long ago), their last fuck (you woke me up, again), the desperation for the next, scribed over skin, finger tip and up.

It's like the lines of his veins, now. The way they weave a pathway to his heart, writing a lifeblood of his body, of what they mean.

But for something so innate, it's stuck in a world of darkness. Blind. Mute. The only ones that can see are them. Pocketed away from a world that would say no, at best. Worst-

Maybe it's better this way. Tucked away together, Hanzo can be anything with Genji, no-one and nothing to know. And here, Genji is nothing but his.

Morning. Barely anyone yet, but them. The corridor a temple, dewey in dawn. They can hear people below. Someone above. Their bodies move, split in shadow, in sunrise. Hands and dragon claws sink in his back. Hanzo's sure there's blood. He closes his eyes and tastes; closes his eyes and hears the way Genji moans, lips a smear against his ear as he tries to be quiet, a fistful of hair he almost tears. "Quiet," Hanzo demands, but it's a beg. "Harder," Genji begs, but it's a demand.

Knelt at the table, Hanzo eats quietly while their father talks to their guests. Genji interrupting in ways that would get Hanzo punished.

Genji knows this. He catches Hanzo's eye sometimes when he gets away with things. That smug, satisfaction on his face and how much Hanzo wants to wipe it off with a fist/kiss/fuck.

Usually all three.

Genji says something else to father that tests his patience, but Genji sails through, barely able to contain his laughter as he reaches across to grab some more food.

But it's just a cloak for the way he wants to touch Hanzo, a hand slipping over his brother's legs. Subtle, secret.

As Genji tries to sit back down, Hanzo's there first, a snap of hand to wrist, holding him right there.

"You'll pay for that." A whisper.

"Can''t wait."

He snaps back his hand with a wink.

"The kitchen?" says Hanzo, Genji's fingers slipping from his hand. "Have you developed a sudden interest in learning to cook?" Genji hoists himself on-top of the stove. "No. But there's plenty to eat, here." Spreads his thighs. Hanzo grips the edge of the counter, nails to wood as the shorts Genji wears ride up, digging in between join of pelvis, thigh, thick flesh spreading, denting against metal. "Well?" Genji thumbs the inside of his thighs, his already hard cock pushing a shape against his shorts. "Here?" "Obviously."

Hanzo adjusts his rigid clothes, stood next to his father as he watches Genji from across the courtyard, relaxed, carefree, careless, flirting with some local friends, drinks in hand.

Happy.

Hanzo is a trophy for his father to parade to his friends. A prodigy, groomed. The replacement they'll one day consult with, exchange money with, look at with the same respect and admiration they do his father.

But the only eyes Hanzo wants right now, are Genji's.

He almost begs to the wind. Silent, to his dragon to carry the words to Genji's, to just look, look at me. Take me away from here, out of the door and away.

Away.

What does it feel to laugh like you.

At least I know what it feels to smile like you, when we kiss.

"But the cooks will be here any minute for din-" "That's the point." Genji's spread a hand over his crotch, tumb lining the shape of his cock. He's kicked off his sandals. Hanzo watches his toes curl, one foot gripping the table opposite, the other the edge of the oven underneath. "The corridor was a one time-" "So was the laundry, the training yard, the baths-" Genji dips his hand under his shorts, dragging teeth over lip. He knows Hanzo likes to bite. To taste what's left on his lips, skin. Scouring away whoever was there last if it wasn't him. A casual partner had asked him once about a bite mark that they hadn't left. Genji had just ignored it, and shut them up with a fuck, the first window into their secret driving him wild.

Hanzo thinks he's never more in love when Genji's asleep at his side. Peace and beauty, an honesty hidden even from his brother.

A secret in the way he touches Genji, now.

A confession loud enough for the wind to carry if it will.

The stars too far away to witness, but the moon's light a judge. A spotlight for two.

Sharing a room at this age was strange enough. A bed, danger.

The rule was never all night. Back to their own rooms by dawn. But sometimes-

-sometimes

"I know," mumbles Genji, burying his face back into the pillow.

"It's still late." Hanzo coils fingers through Genji's hair. It's gotten strangely long.

"Mmmhmm."

He tucks a strand behind Genji's ear, running a finger along his piercings.

"You ever thought about a tattoo?"

"Not my thing." More muffled words into Hanzo's pillow.

"Not even for me?"

Genji lifts his head. A noise. "Definitely not for you."

Hanzo plucks Genji's chin with thumb, forefinger. Leans closer to an almost kiss; an almost-

Shorts near shredded as Hanzo pulls them off to the floor. Genji almost there too as he clings to the edge of the stove, palms dented, muscles pushed as he hovers. "Knew you'd come around." Tongue between teeth a tease. Hanzo knees Genji's legs further apart. Rough and back the fuck down onto the stove, smothering his brother's laughter with a kiss that bites. "You always do." It's near lost in their kiss, but Genji always gets the last word, even when his mouth is fucking full. Hanzo's next touch is gentle. Two fingers along Genji's artery, and gently he presses. Life in palm- that life is mine.

Hanzo can't remember the last time he's slept.

Really, slept.

Father's voice ringing in his head. Instructions and numbers and names and every word another fucking nail in his back he couldn't pull out, for the mantle of name, birth, expectation.

He runs his finger along the rim of his glass. He's lost count how many he's drunk. But his answer is in the empty bottles at his feet.

"Still up?" he asks in that way, that want, that-

Another name from father's lips, another responsibility.

But this one he's nailed to his heart, instead.

"Not tonight, Genji."

Empties his glass. Stares ahead, because he can't look back.

Genji lifts the empty bottles, tucking them away at the corner and just sits down, cross legged on the floor by Hanzo's feet. "I just miss you."

"Then stay."

"I'm right here."

Hanzo wishes he could hear what he really said.

But it's Hanzo's mouth that's full, as he drags Genji to the edge, as he drops to his knees, sinking Genji's cock between lips. His brother has long learned to be quiet in places like this. But the lack of noise means he moves; moves more and loud and desperate. Heels dig a line in Hanzo's back, toes a mark. Hands pull hair, longer than ever. Handles for Genji, twisting around hands, knotting in fingers. He moves with Hanzo, hand to head, guiding and goading and- "Fuck-" he slips out, echoing in the dark, scraping the walls, the floor. Decadence. Hanzo pulls back; nips the inside of Genji's thigh with his teeth. Fingers continue where his mouth left off. "Alright alright-" Genji rolls his tongue over teeth. "It's like you're asking for it." Hanzo kisses the bite mark. "And what if I am." And kisses it again.

Weeks.

Maybe, months.

A corner of the courtyard. Shadow, and some might say shame. Sorrow.

But everything else was drowned. Drunk to yearning and their need. Even words. Had they even said anything before they touched?

Who had reached first? And did it really matter, when it unwound time and they were back to when it all mattered.

Hanzo, cold to the wall. Genji a power against him.

Still so beautiful, playful and anything but perfect.

But right now, he could be.

Sunk between Hanzo's legs, fingers denting his thighs, lips caught with strands of his hair, sweat, as they shared their secret to whoever thought to look a little too close in the corner.

Genji's there. He pulls Hanzo's hair so hard it hurts; biting his arm even harder to smother his moan as he cums, cock hitting the back of Hanzo's throat. There's voices, close. Too close. But he holds Hanzo's head steady. Nails scratching scalp as he fills his brother's mouth with cum, heels digging into powerful shoulders. Stay, Han. When Hanzo pulls back, lines of cum on his chin, Genji needs to kiss. To kiss and taste and forget to breathe, their lips a salt of cum and sweat, threads of hair stuck. "Genji-" The voices are closer now, they can count the steps. Genji bites his lip. Slips off the stove, grabs his shorts and takes Hanzo's hand as they dart around the first corner they see. Stairs, to the laundry. "Eh? Why are Master Genji's sandals here?" "Don't question anything Genji does," says another housekeeper, tired, sounds of metal to stone ringing in the kitchen. "Just accept. Much easier." Body to body to back to stone, Hanzo presses himself against Genji, hard. Hand to mouth, harder. He can feel the way he laughs, beneath. Mouth to smile to body and he can barely breathe. Hanzo buries his own laughter in the crook of Genji's neck. He thinks he tells him he loves him too.

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Posted the next chapter of my Shimadacest longfic <3 enjoy!

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Genji Shimada/Hanzo Shimada Characters: Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada, Ramattra (Overwatch), Original Omnic Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Longing, Angst and Feels, Hanzo is on the run and undercover, Budapest, Omnics (Overwatch), Post-Omnic Crisis (Overwatch), Masturbation in Shower, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Recreational Drug Use

Ch2 - under my skin

Hanzo shoulders the door of the staff toilet open and throws his shirt off, staring at the scratch marks he’s already raised on his skin through his shirt.

Running the tap cold, he splashes water over his arm, looking twice when he’s so sure he sees the scales of his tattoo burn the blue of his dragon.

He touches, drawing a finger in rhythm, in ask.

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Where deep into his job at Blood and Chrome, Hanzo can't shake a feeling he hasn't had since Genji lived. But then his mark turns up, and he feels like this might be the start of something someone's bitten off more than they can chew.

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18+ OW creatives discord

hello hey !! made a little discord for writers, artists, creatives of OW. Multi-ship where we can discuss our favs, what we're writing, drawing, HCs, meta etc, or even just hop on for some games to chill.

Strictly 18+, non harassment/pr0-ship etc and currently mods only invite, so if you're interested, or know anyone who would be, throw me a message about an invite!!

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Okay I think I will make that OW creatives and ships server. Feel free to message me anon who offered support. I may not get it done tonight as I have D&D. Also if anyone else is interested in joining lemme know.

It'll be strictly 18+ and non harassment/don't like don't read/proship. I just wanna chat about our barbie dolls and what we draw and write 🥹