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vacantgodling · 5 months

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🥺👉👈 I don’t know a lot about ovw but I’ve always thought hanzo is pretty do you have any HCs for He

KORBBBBB

firstly you’re so right, hanzo is PRETTY he’s GORGEOUS he’s HANDOME he’s PERFECT he’s—

lord i gotta calm down

even though i already did this for him i’ll expand upon my transzo thoughts since i brought them up before

so, hear me out—and this is somewhat spoiler territory into my personal interpretation of the shimada clan’s history and backstory so i’ll throw it under a cut cuz it might get long (and @valeffelees can yell at me in confusion about it later cuz this does appear in cage, just not with the trans angle pff…. or it might. i might make transzo canon in cage universe bc the more i talk about it the more i’m like wait i might be on to something here 👁️👁️)

basically: eldest daughter hanzo.

(this backstory appearing in cage as well but i’m technically considering actually rewriting and publishing my fic that talks about how hanzo got his dragons, and everything in his life leading up to when he decided to kill genji. it’s partially written and it’s called calendula requiem but yknow we move)

HOWEVER—due to high tensions with the rival hashimoto clan, hanzo is sent away after his birth and his brought up by his mother’s younger sister hanako. she is very kind to hanzo and treats him like her own child, shielding him away from the rough and dangerous mafia lifestyle that he will eventually partake in. 4 years later, genji is born and is given the same treatment however he lives with a different family member, their father’s brother who is uninvolved in family biz shit. anyway, hanzo lives with her until he’s 10 and then as the conflict dies down and/or hanzo is considered old enough to begin training to be involved in the family business, he’s forcibly returned to the main family estate in hanamura.

after this, he never hears from his aunt hanako again because she was killed so she could not reveal family secrets. hanzo only learns of her death 6 months after it happened when he tries to send her a letter and the letter is returned saying that the recipient at that address is. dead. cough. he’s never given “real confirmation” that his family killed her however he has a gut feeling that they did (and i’m telling u as the author they did pff). this destroys hanzo and he falls into a deep depression, so he is given a shiba inu to comfort him and train alongside him. a full year into being back home again, hanzo is taken into his first council with the elders and he is “formally inducted” into the clan by undergoing the ceremony to bond with his dragons.

the tldr of the event (and i have it written out so i can edit and post the excerpt at some point) is that during the ceremony you are ritually put into a near death state via poison and your spirit is then judged by the dragons. if one of the dragon spirits takes to you, it’ll save your life and bond with you—however if it doesn’t you’ll die. hanzo isn’t informed that that’s what’s going on so he’s Traumatized from this event tm (and it’s also when you meet the one original character of mine that’ll appear in cage, yayoi cuz she’s been trained under the shimada as a dragon caller basically it’s a whole thing). anyway, hanzo receives 2 dragons which is unusual. one that protects him physically and is a dragon of the sky and one that protects him emotionally which is the reincarnation of his aunt hanako’s spirit and is a dragon of the ocean. together his two dragons bond with him and create the thunder and lighting tattoo on him (so in my mind the tattoo isn’t a traditional yakuza tattoo in ink but a spiritual anchor to his dragons).

this is where the transzo headcanon weaves in: after the ceremony and hanzo receiving his dragons, despite being for all intents and purposes a prodigy in any way, the clan is very traditional in my mind so they want a male head of the clan; in this manner despite being younger and not interested in it at all, genji is selected as the heir, which creates anxiety (wanting to protect genji from the horrors he witnessed) and envy (not being good enough because he’s not “male”) and kind of forcibly starts hanzo on his transition path. he becomes colder and more set on being a better man than genji can or will be so that the clan will have no choice but to accept him as the leader that he changes his name, gets top surgery, etc etc.

he and his mother clash a lot in non-transzo headcanons but it’s even worse in transzo canon bc she’s like you’re not a man stop pretending and hanzo is like i am more of a man than genji will ever be! this also causes a bit of a wedge between the two of them. genji doesn’t like how hanzo constantly tries to one up him, but does accept his transition and would fight anyone who misgenders him. hanzo isn’t good with his words so he has a hard time articulating that he KNOWS the clan wants genji to be the head once their father retires or dies, and he wants to protect him from that.

during this time period around the time that he is 15, hanzo is forced to kill his dog because it barked at an elder out of turn. this exercise is to show him that even the most loyal of companions can and should be snuffed out if they threaten the elder’s authority—and sets the stage for genji and hanzo’s strained relationship reaching its peak.

in an assassination, their father is killed, and genji is still (despite everything) situated to become the leader of the shimada. however he says fuck that and doesn’t want to do it and refuses to take the mantle. the elders implore hanzo to persuade genji to take the mantle and he tries over the course of 6 months to try and show genji that this is the only way. genji still refuses and when hanzo returns with this news to the clan, they offer hanzo an ultimatum: get genji in line to be the head, or kill him and we will respect you as a man and declare you leader.

this choice breaks hanzo worse than his dog—and with his manhood essentially on the line, he doesn’t know what to do. he approaches genji on that fateful night and tells him that this is his last chance or he will have to put an end to it, however he hesitates and genji swings first. a fierce battle ensues, and hanzo’s rage overwhelms him and he ends up overpowering genji, leaving him for dead but unable to deliver a final blow. reality then hits him like a ton of bricks that he had just killed his brother and so he flees the scene, and hanamura entirely.

and then that weaves in the rest of the regular overwatch story but idk i think making hanzo trans kind of adds a depth to his already deep storyline to me so tbh i might add that into cage lol. it’s not “relevant” in the sense that he’s not coming out or anything but i’m gonna throw it in there actually i like this headcanon too much.

thank u for asking thoooooo and if u read this rip it’s so long

#ff: cage

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brownfrogs · 3 years

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Wow!! I was able to watch Paul’s (Hanzo’s VA) livestream today and he gave us so much once again!! Here are some of the things I remember off the top of my head for later reference:

-Paul thinks Hanzo would be a Scorpio bc they are “very sexual”. Specifically mentioned he’d be Leo Rising and Moon Virgo. (SCORPIO GANG 👀)

-For his birthday, Paul said Hanzo would go to a sake bar.

-Says Hanzo is an exhibitionist (referring to his Summer skin.) LMAO

-“zen whats his face” 😭😭😭

-Paul says Hanzo would be a very neat cooker.

-He would like to see Hanzo and Lúcio hang out to see Lúcio “loosen him up”. Joked about Hanzo on roller skates.

-Said “HAPPY PRIDE” and “TRANS RIGHTS” in Hanzo’s voice 🥺🥺🥺

-Here’s a clip of him singing Besame Mucho!!

-“You look fabulous”

-Said Hanzo and Hammond would be friends bc Hanzo likes nature and animals in general LOL

-"I think hanzo would be a pretty slick dresser... I mean cmon with that body most things would look great on him" (I AGREE)

-People kept mentioning the Reflections comic and Paul said he would read it for next time.

-For casual wear, he would think Hanzo would wear yoga pants.

-Hanzo’s fav cake is green tea flavor (?)

-Thinks Hanzo would speak different languages including Spanish 👀👀

-Hanzo has no money (He’s a broke bitch)

-Said Hanzo would have played the violin bc he’s an archer. Paul played the piano himself!

-“Genji was dropped as a child”

-Hanzo would show physical affection 🥺

-“Hanzo would be reluctant to take self care.. he would have to be tricked into a day and then find out its self care at the end” “Hanzo is very meticulous of taking care of his skin; he would take Vitamin E oil” jfsjjsjdksks

-Hanzo's perfect date would be going to a sushi bar, and then going to karaoke after 🥳

-Hanzo’s dog name would be Yaki as in Yakitori.

-Other things he said in Hanzo’s voice: “Muy guapo” “Ok you’re my little PogChamp” “SUSSY BAKA” “damn shawty, ok”

This was a very fun live!! Even tho some ppl we’re being inappropriate (looking at you mchanzo stans), Paul was very sweet and patient with everyone. We even got to see his mother in the end. Hopefully there will be another one soon!!!

#PAUL IS SO FINE IT MAKES ME PHYSICALLY ILL THO #his muscles #AWOOGA #but im glad he understands hanzo better than the writers do LOL #mel says stuff #hanzo shimada #paul nakauchi #overwatch

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lemonwritesstuff · 4 years

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safety pin (ow highschool au)

summary: jesse and genji make a promise to each other and maybe, this time, two wrongs will make a right. read it on ao3

a/n: this is very based off the song safety pin by 5 seconds of summer bc im on a mcgenji and old 5sos kick rn. Featuring an american high school written by a british first year college student. Also jesse and hana are jack and gabes kids ok good cool also genji is trans and lucio is enby ok bye

genji and jesse use he/him, hana uses she/her and lucio uses he/they

Ships: mcgenji, a sprinkling of bunnyribbit and background reaper76

word count: 1.2k (this is the longest fic i’ve ever written holy shit)

tw for mentions of transphobia and gender dysphoria/ self deprecating talk

Jesse just wanted to get to his locker. But instead, he was greeted with a crowd of people shouting horrible things at someone. Upon further investigation, he saw two people being targeted. And when the taller boy saw the green, he knew it was Genji and Lucio.

Genji could usually stand up for himself, so why wasn’t he?

Before anything could happen physically, the vice principal, Jack Morrison, appeared with his husband and head of phys ed, Gabriel Reyes, in tow. They were the teachers in charge of the GSA and they were also Jesse’s parents. They both knew how much Genji meant to Jesse, and how much Lucio meant to Genji so they were always first to take their side whenever anything happened to them.

“Get to class, all of you!” Jack shouted, his voice laced with anger but also an attempt to stay professional. Gabe weaved through the crowds in an attempt to get them to disperse, before he caught the dickheads responsible.

“Principal's office. Now” Gabe scowled, his voice also laced with anger.

As the crowd cleared, Jack spotted Jesse and Hana, worry plastered on their faces.

“Jesse, Hana, stay here.” he said, his voice much softer. He had a soft spot for any of the kids in the GSA, he’d been in their position years ago and was glad to give them the help he wished he had. At this point, the GSA was just the entire queer population of the school and no allies, but that was fine. They could all just unapologetically be themselves, without the fear of judgement. The GSA was the safest place in the school to be for them.

“I’ll let your teachers know what's gone on and have them mark you in for the rest of the day but you don't have to go to class.” He was addressing the four of them now, voice still soft but laced with concern for the green duo. “I’ll write you all hall passes but you’re free to sit in our room if you want to. I’ll also notify all staff about what’s happened and I’ll be in my office if any of you need me.”

“Thank you, Sir.” the four of them said in somewhat unison. Once Jack had walked off, Hana rushed over to Lucio, who was leaning against the wall and still shaking from the encounter.

“Lú! Are you ok?” Hana asked, concern now laced through her voice. She cradled Lucio’s head in her hands, rubbing away their tears.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, Hana. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before. I guess I deserve it, wearing a skirt to school” they replied. Being one of two openly trans people in the entire school was bound to go wrong at some point.

“Shut it, dingus. We both know you don’t deserve it. It’s not our fault people are transphobic assholes.” Genji chimed in.

“Exactly!” Hana said. “Now, let's go sit in the room and fix your makeup. You deserve to feel pretty, baby.” With that statement, the pair set off, hand in hand, to the room that GSA meetings were held in, leaving Jesse and Genji alone in the hallway. Genji was still processing what happened but Jesse pulled him back to reality.

“Our spot?” Jesse asked, voice quiet in order to not disturb the students learning in the class opposite them. Genji just nodded, and after Jesse got his bag from his locker (which was the only reason he was in that part of the school anyway), they set off toward the exits.

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“Thank god I got some snacks, I forgot we were gonna have a shorter lunch. I’m starvin’.” Jesse started, plonking himself down on the ground with Genji following suit opposite him. “You ok darlin’? Ya still look scared. How come ya didn’t stand up for yourself? I know you can, the entire grade has seen ya do it before.” Genji chuckled and sighed, before replying.

“I was already having a bad enough day with my dysphoria and I was talking about it with Lucio when someone overheard us and.. yeah.”

“Oh, baby, I-”

“No, it’s fine.” Genji said, cutting Jesse off. “They’re right, I’m not a real man and never will be. I wouldn’t be surprised if you wanted to break up with me, Jesse.” Genji couldn’t hold back the tears any longer and before he could say anything, he was in Jesse’s arms. One of the few places he felt safe. One of two places where he could exist without judgement.

“Dumplin’, I know it’s hard but please never believe anything those assholess say. You’re not only a man, but you’re MY man and I’m not going anywhere. Nothing will ever change that. Ever. They’re just asshats that lack so much self confidence that they tear others down.” Jesse said softly, cradling his lovers face in his hands, wiping away tears.

Genji melted at any nickname Jesse gave him, especially dumpling. It came from an in-joke on their first date, where Genji had compared himself to a dumpling, small and bite sized (compared to Jesse anyway) and the nickname stuck ever since.

“Do ya want me to do anything, darlin’?” Jesse murmured, rubbing circles on Genji’s back in an effort to calm his tears.

“No, this is fine for now.” Genji barely whispered, not even daring to look up at the brunette. Just as Jesse was about to reply, his phone pinged.

buncha fuckin misfits

padre: the dickheads have been dealt with and they’re outta here

gaymer gorl: good riddance lmao

boy scout lookin ass: those kids have done this multiple times and i’m surprised it took this long to expel them

boy scout lookin ass: how are gen and lú by the way?

gaymer gorl: i redid Lú’s makeup and they’re back to lookin fabulous!

yee to the haw: just givin’ gen some cuddles, he was already havin’ a bad day with dysphoria and he just needs some convincin’ that he’s stronger than he thinks. he’ll be ok :)

With that, Jesse shut off his phone and turned his attention back to the green haired boy in his arms. The brunette ran his hands through the sea of green hair beneath him, letting out a low whistle when he realised how soft it was.

“I redyed it last night” Genji said, his tears having pretty much run dry at his point.

“Well, ya better tell me what hair products you use, darlin’. Wish my hair was as soft as this.”

Genji let out a chuckle, which made Jesse smile. He’s getting there.

The pair stayed like that for some time until Jesse had an idea. He reached over to his bag and pulled a safety pin off the strap, handing it to Genji. Before Genji could question him, he began to explain himself.

“ Maybe we can safety pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together. We’ve both been hurt so much in the past, and we’re obviously gonna wanna be whole in the future. So, I’ll give you this as a promise, that I’m always gonna have your back and the one on my bag is your promise to me, that you’ll always have my back. Make sense?” Jesse said, pinky extended towards his love, smile creeping onto his face.

“Of course.” Genji replied. “Besides, maybe, this time, two wrongs make a right.”

#el loves mcgenji #jesse mcree #genji shimda #bunnyribbit #lucio correia dos santos #hana song #gabriel reyes #jack morrison #reaper76 #trans genji shimada #trans genji #non binary lucio #non binary lucio correia dos santos #high school au #elwritessometimes #teenage writer #writer of tumblr #overwatch #mcgenji

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Alone With You

Here is a commission for @realityinspace featuring their LOVELY BELOVED oc Saros for Overwatch! Please ask them about their oc and appearance bc they are LOVELY! I had a lot of fun writing this but maaayyy have gone a bit overboard on what was promised.

Image for the Oc found here!

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Relationship: Reaper/OC

Fandom: Overwatch

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reaper is a trans man and if the story is continued WILL be mentioned explicitly later down the line, Bondage via Reaper’s shadow powers, hand around throat but no choking, no penetrative sex, mild flicker of angst but nothing more than a glance.

Words: 4.8k

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There were times like now that the city really reflected the thoughts going through Saros’ head. The streets of France could be full of liveliness in the city he was in, and yet now, the streets almost seemed solemn. The sky was gray, patters of rain dropping from the sky onto the reflecting concrete. It felt nostalgic, in a way, the way people were quietly going about their days with umbrellas up and above their heads. Voices but a whisper compared to the soft patters of rain and the sound of cars passing.

The sight of couples leaning on each other would have been sweet to anyone else, but bitterness held in his chest made him shy his eyes from said people. More interested in pulling his thick jacket around his body more and continuing his slow pace through the city. He had no destination, just the itch for something familiar. There shouldn’t have been a familiar face in the city, no, and that’s what he’s betting on.

Familiar faces by now were ghosts or people who wanted to harness his power. A power that made him itch for destruction yet itched for a still calmness of a soothing lullaby.

~Rest under the cut~

Saros passes by a window that holds a reflection. Something he ignores without even sparing a glance, just catching the dark outline of his body. Though, what does make him pause is a mannequin in the window. Its features are indistinct, nothing special. But the leather jacket and the dark beanie shoot him back into memories.

Fond ones, at least.

Of his Commander, imposing yet welcoming barking out commands for Saros, Jesse, and Genji to follow. How his hands felt checking over Saros on more than a few occasions and his gruff voice asking, “You doin’ alright, kid?” And for Saros to nod his head quickly.

A certain memory stands out, however, when he notices that the mannequin is also adorning rings on the left hand.

It had been a rough night, that night years ago. Jack and Gabriel had been at each other for awhile, there was a rift in their relationship and tensions could be felt if you walked into the same room as them. Overwatch had been taking the praise and all the good work done, Blackwatch had been treated like the hand-me-down child and taking all of the faults, all of the blame.

Which in turn meant Jack taking the praise, and Gabriel taking the pounding of the government questioning the orders given. Which meant Overwatch pointing fingers downstairs to the people who DID do the dirty work under the table.

And once Jack got promoted? It went all tumbling downhill from there.

Gabriel was who Saros learned his compassion and emotions from- not to mention Jesse and Genji. Jesse was happy to show Saros movies and explain why people interacted in such ways, or making comments if the movies was a romance and saying to NOT do certain things that were on screen. Such as if you made your lady angry, do not pull her into a kiss and suddenly everything would be better. Whilst Genji, on the other hand, taught him to harness his anger and hatred. Genji was a lost soul much like himself, and even hearing his story made Saros’ heart strings tug even if he wasn’t too sure how having a sibling would feel.

Or family for that matter.

However, Gabriel? Saros stuck to like glue the second he saw him. Gabriel always made comments about how he was feeling, explaining his motions to Saros as if teaching a child how to behave. Except Saros was a full fledged adult who had been kept from human interaction for so long. He’d watched as Gabriel had first opened his arms for the first time when Saros was throwing a fit, tears down his own face and frustrated at something he wasn’t sure. There were items being lifted into the air via zero gravity coming from himself and yet-

Gabriel hadn’t run or yelled at him, just held open his arms and let Saros figure out what that meant by winding his arms around Gabriel’s small waist and getting protective arms around him in general. The softness of a hand on the back of his neck and the grounding murmurs into Saros’ temple had been so soft that he had steadily calmed down.

So, this fateful night? He’d caught Gabriel in the debriefing room. His arms were crossed on the table, face buried into them and beanie set to the side. The ring he’d worn on his finger had been thrown across the room on the other side of the table, not to mention the room just felt gloomy.

When Saros had touched his shoulder softly and watched as his commander turned his head up to look at him, he could only make a choked sound at the sight of Gabriel’s dark brown eyes absolutely glassy and red like he’d been crying. And as if on command, he slowly opened up his arms for Gabriel who had laughed at him softly and rubbed at his eyes. “See, you’re learning quick enough, kid.”

Before his arms had wound around Saros’ waist so softly and he’d just slumped into Saros and he knew it was his turn to hold onto his commander this time.

From there? It had been a whirlwind of emotions. Jesse and Genji heard the news the next day and Jesse threatened to cut off Jack’s dick and feed it to the wolves. Genji offered his blade, said he could make it look like an accident. Gabriel had waved them off, saying he was alright, that he had a feeling it had been coming is all.

Saros could see how he looked away though, even if Saros wasn’t too sure about gauging body language yet, he could tell that his heart had been broken into a million pieces.

And yet, Saros and Gabriel started becoming closer than before. Their relationship seemed to flourish, and yet, still seemed at a pause. Gabriel wasn’t willing to cross the threshold into another relationship; Not to mention with one of his subordinates. It just felt like an imbalance of power, no matter how much Saros’ puppy dog green eyes got him.

There was always a tension that even Saros could feel when they were close to each other. He felt his own eyes flicking down to Gabriel’s full lips on multiple occasions, watched as he’d lick them and avert his own eyes as if Saros was killing him just by looking. Or when Saros would be in his space to learn from him- or if they sparred.

Saros had never yearned, or ached before in his life for that matter. And yet, all he wanted to do was let Gabriel Reyes do whatever he wanted to him and he would have accepted with a Thank You Kindly, Sir.

Saros’ own mind gets away from him reminiscing about the past. His eyebrows knit so briefly in a facial expression he can’t pinpoint when he remembers Gabriel is gone. The explosion- the screams- the funerals-

He flinches slightly, turning his gaze away and sighing to himself. Hatred and bitterness burned in his heart once again, replacing the nostalgic warmth he had been feeling. How cruel of a world to be able to take these beautiful emotions he once had learned and twist them into a fury he could not express. He missed the warm hands, he missed the dark eyes from across the room burning into him, he missed sneaking his own hand down his pants and being able to remember a face that would haunt him with lust rather than grief.

As Saros begins to walk down the sidewalk again, he can’t help but tune in to the sound of footsteps behind him. Far enough away to not be loud enough if he wasn’t paying attention, but he notes that they’re just after his own. Curiously, he takes a random left across the street, heading more downtown and in a back area that no one would usually take.

When he hears the footsteps following, that’s when his skin crawls.

Talon shouldn’t be in France- Overwatch had its recall but there wasn’t a crisis here- Vishkar? They wouldn’t be in France...would they?

His paranoia begins to escalate as he makes the mistake of starting to speed up now that he knows he’s being followed. The second Saros hears the person pursuing him speeding up, he quickly takes off into a sprint through the nearby buildings through their alleys to try and lose them. He’s consumed with a feeling he can name right as he feels it, something so familiar that even before he had come to Earth he had felt before.

Fear.

Just as his eyes scale a large wall in front of him to come to a dead end. Saros’ heart is pounding, turning his back to it to press flat to its surface. His eyes search the shadows frantically in front of him, chest pounding and lips parted to pant as he watches the body emerge from the shadows- as if the shadows were the very person themselves.

A white owl skull mask, leather clad body with a trench coat, the talons outstretching from gauntlets and the threatening appearance of shotguns withheld on their back.

The Reaper, someone Saros had heard about but only seen in news reports online or through the papers. He’d never seen the being in person. A ghost, of sorts, said to have a haunting and chilling voice and a deadly trigger finger. Shown to be working with Talon agents.

Talon...

Saros steadies his breathing, watching as this being takes well timed steps towards him. It’s slow, deliberate, and yet doesn’t feel threatening. It feels authoritative. Like this being was used to being in control.

Saros watches with an intense gaze, eyes slipping down the frame. Small waist, hourglass figure with wide hips and strong legs. Down to boots that stomp with purpose, a hip swaying with one leg dramatically, and following.

A flicker in his mind, starting to piece together the body, the sound of the boots, the way this being doesn’t even reach for its weapons-

“Gabriel-” Saros feels the name slip from his lips, a shot in the dark maybe. But it’s too familiar- it- it had to be!

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Comes the haunting voice as it is now only maybe a foot from him. Saros doesn’t realize his mouth has opened in awe, eyes widening as he pieces it together. This voice was still gruff, deeper and almost like three different voices talking at once in a permanent growl. Yet, it was still familiar. Almost...playful.

Regretful.

The slap across his mask’s cheek is well deserved from Saros. The Reaper turns its- no, his head to the side with the effort but makes no move to reach out to Saros. As always, let him come to him first, no pressure, no movement. Just slowly turning his head back to facing him as Gabriel keeps a healthy distance away.

An unfamiliar sob rips through Saros’ throat without his permission, a choked noise as tears gather in his eyes and begin spilling down his pretty cheeks. Gabriel’s heart twists, arm twitching and hand outstretching to the side until Saros gets the hint and dives for him. His arms wind around Gabriel’s waist like old times, squeezing him tight as Gabriel’s go around his shoulders slowly, one clawed gauntlet resting at the base of his neck and cradling the man to his neck softly.

“I-I thought you were dead! The news- Overwatch- they said they found your dog tags. S-said that-” Saros’ breath is shaky, nosing at the fabric by Gabriel’s neck and inhaling the familiar scent of cinnamon and dark chocolate- sensual and familiar. “They said that you were dead. I went to your funeral-”

Pulling away briefly, Saros keeps his hands still on Gabriel, staring at the mask with his brows furrowed in a way that reminded Gabriel of his own frustrated appearance. He could laugh, but he holds it in as Saros growls out in absolute grief, “You were ALIVE and you didn’t contact me!” Yet tears still stream down his face, no malice in his words, Saros’ facial expression seeming to try and find the right thing to set to.

“Not the place for this conversation,” Gabriel murmurs, so deep it rattles his chest and makes Saros’ expression drop into a momentary panicked look. “But...it is the time,” He reassures gently, pulling Saros softly back from him. “You remember the old base ‘round here? South- in the woods?”

Saros nods shakily, wracking his brain to remember the coordinates. It’d come to him once he passed by the old willow tree, that much he knew for sure. Watching Gabriel nod, he takes the hint and wipes at his own eyes with a sniff. “Yeah- yeah I’ll meet you there.”

How Gabriel had left into a swirl of dark mists is a deal between him and the shadows, as Saros quickly figured out. He took the time Gabriel had spared him to head back to his hotel room under a false name, gathering his stuff in the backpack he had and tossing it over his back. Getting to the base wasn’t too hard, it required a little bit of hiking and remembering before he found the old hideout. It was covered by a wooden plank and old leaves, you wouldn’t even second glance at it.

The door’s pass code comes to him from memory and the drop down isn’t too bad without using the ladder. But he hangs onto it briefly to be able to make sure the door shuts and is covered back up. He then enters a dark, long hallway lit with old lights in the ceiling. Dim now after years without use before he reaches the door at the end. Another pass code and he’s in.

This place looked like a little home. Couches, a kitchen, a staircase leading down to an armory underneath. A bedroom was around the corner, fit with clothing of many sizes to blend in with the crowds around, a bathroom connected with running water and a decent sized shower with toiletries to spare. Dim lights were implanted into the ceiling, the kitchen was small but still had food stocked in it in cans and boxes. There were blankets left on the couch, one with little dragons on it that makes him smile as he strokes his fingers across it fondly remembering Jesse holding it up proudly to Genji.

Saros does, however, see the figure slowly creep from the shadows and is reminded like a slap to the face of why he’s here.

It’s quiet between the both of them as Saros comes to sit on the couch, slouching and dropping his backpack onto the floor nearby and Gabriel taking measured steps to come closer. Gabriel, as always, does not push boundaries as he leans against the nearby wall, arms crossed and hip jutted out in the way he always did.

There is when Saros finds his voice, “Where have you been?” He seems to murmur to the ghost of a man, still not believing his eyes at how Gabriel appeared so powerful now. Yet, completely covered up. With the skin he could see, Gabriel’s once warm dark brown flesh seemed almost a dimmed color. Like he really was dead.

“Mercenary work.” Gabriel starts with a heave of a sigh exhaling from his lips. It comes out black through his mask, like they were apart of him. Saros’ eyebrows knit, opening his mouth to question him further but Gabriel continues. “You’ve probably seen the news- I know you’re not dumb, kid. I know you have questions about my involvement with Talon.” Even the very word makes Saros flinch and Gabriel’s heart sinks, wanting to reach out to him, but he keeps his arms firmly crossed to remind himself not to let his heart win.

“Talon is...another contractor, we’ll say. Not my home.” Gabriel clarifies, sighing softly and turning his head to the side to look towards the wall briefly as he tries to find his own words. “I...I didn’t mean to leave you behind- hell, I thought Jesse would have taken you with him to wherever he was going- I thought...” He trails off once again, sighing shakily and resting a clawed hand over his mask as if burying his face in his hand.

Excuses. He only had excuses. At least, that’s what it felt like.

How could he look Saros in the eye and say he had been a willing test subject for Moira? How Angela’s science experiment worked to bring people back from the grave? How Moira had harnessed something similar? How could he look at this man and tell Saros, who had been a victim of science experiments most of his life and turned into a weapon, that the same had happened to him?

Gabriel’s so caught up in his own thoughts he doesn’t hear Saros approach. Not until a gentle hand touches his shoulder and he flinches, jerking his head up to look at Saros who is holding an unreadable expression. Like he’s trying to find the right one to match his mood.

It ends up on almost fond and concerned. Eyebrows knitted and icy green eyes looking over Gabriel’s mask before his lips part softly, “I want to see you. Your face- I- I want...” He trails off as Gabriel slowly moves his arms to his sides, giving him free access as Saros’ fingers gently hook under the sides.

There’s only a brief moment where Gabriel’s hands come up, grabbing his wrists gently with the clawed gauntlets and making a strained noise in his throat. As if worried. “I don’t look the same like I used to, kid.” His voice is dripping with concern, but Saros pushes onwards. With the movement of the mask, Gabriel’s hands drop to his side, his hood falling back behind him and revealing most certainly the same man- but definitely different.

His hair was no longer cropped, now in beautiful inky black waves flowing down to about chest level and well taken care of with a side part flipping his hair to the side and curling on his high cheekbones. His eyes were no longer that lovely dark shade of brown, but now a vibrant red with slit pupils and pitch black sclera. His full lips, parted and showing the glint of a tongue piercing Saros remembered- but the sharp, deadly double set of canines he does not remember. All side effects of Moira’s experimentation dosages including genetic material based upon large felines.

His skin is duller, almost grayed out from its warmth. His facial hair is trimmed, lining around his upper lips and down over his chin in a thick goatee.

Saros thought he looked positively charming. Watching how Gabriel’s eyes flicker back and forth between his own, his lips starting to move to say something, but Saros moves quicker.

A gentle, warm hand comes to rest upon Gabriel’s cheek. Thumbing over his sharp cheekbone and drawing him forward so Saros could finally do what he longed to do after watching all those movies with Jesse. He kisses Gabriel, with such softness as his lips mold with his own. Saros’ eyes close and so do Gabriel’s, whose brows are knitted before he begins to smooth out. One clawed hand coming to rest upon Saros’ waist just as he begins to pull away.

It was the best kiss Gabriel had ever received.

He’s a bit disoriented, eyes fluttering open half lidded and looking at Saros like he’s not working properly. As if trying to get his system to boot back up just as Saros smiles shyly, eyes down casting and licking his own lips as if to taste the lingering flavor of Gabriel. “I...I wanted to do that a long time ago. My feeling for you are still the same- even if I am not sure what it is SUPPOSED to feel like. It feels...right- you. You feel right, Gabriel.”

Hell, Saros says it so soft that Gabriel is tempted to make sure Sombra didn’t do something to him before he left. Was this real? It had to be, Saros was there, he sounded the same, he’d been crying- God Gabriel felt like he was in his twenties again.

“I hope you feel the same-” Saros starts, voice anxious as his hand begins to pull back from Gabriel’s cheek. Uncertainty in his eyes that Gabriel promises to make up for as he lurches forward, cupping Saros’ cheeks in his hands and being mindful of his gauntlets as he drags him into a warm, deep kiss. Fit with both of their cheeks flushing and Saros making the most beautiful, soft moan in delight as he clings to his former commander.

There’s talk before Gabriel goes any further, murmuring into Saros’ ear that they could stop there and Saros making a soft noise in reply of, “No, have me, please-” And it takes all of Gabriel not to body slam him onto the couch and just have him. Just like that. He has enough sense to take him to the bedroom at the very least.

This is where Saros is now. His clothing lovingly taken off and Gabriel having stripped down enough with him. Losing the extras like his gauntlets, cloak, extra ammo packs- all of it. Down to just a skin tight leather tunic and matching pants with his belt across his hips. Saros notes how Gabriel’s hands are almost pitch black, smoking up and winding to about below his elbow, but he makes no comment.

He can’t, not really, not when Gabriel is fit between his thighs and taking his mouth again and again. Saros is sure he’s mapped out the way Gabriel’s tongue feels in his mouth by now, or the way his sharp teeth feel digging into his bottom lip. One of Gabriel’s hands is fisted in his hair, pulling sharply back and making the kiss break so Gabriel could suck another hickey below his jawline to match the rest darting up Saros’ dark flesh of his throat.

Gabriel’s long hair flutters as if a curtain to surround them both, smoke seeming to emit from different parts of his flesh as his mouth kisses its way down Saros’ chest. Finding his nipple and curling his tongue over the peak of it before taking it into his colder mouth to suck on it. The sudden pleasure makes Saros’ hips jump, his hard cock smearing across Gabriel’s abdomen but doing no mind to the man above him.

Gabriel’s hands are needy, all over Saros’ flesh to grab and to hold. Saros whines, starting to sit up, but suddenly black, smoke-like tendrils curl around his biceps and yank him back down. There’s a brief moment of pause where Gabriel kisses down to his bare abdomen, looking up at Saros as if to make sure that was alright. But seeing just how red Saros is and how he practically sobs out, “Please-” In that little whining tone that was all his to discover on his own, Gabriel knows it’s good.

Another snakes around Saros’ throat, not to choke, just to hold him still as it caresses Saros’ cheek adoringly. He looked a pretty picture, cheeks flushed, hair knocked from its bun and cascading to the side. His icy green eyes are darkened from how wide his pupil is as he watches Gabriel acutely. Whether to learn or just to watch, Gabriel isn’t sure, but it does make him grin faintly as he kisses along the v line of his hips. “Such a pretty little boy. How many times have you touched yourself thinking of me?” Gabriel’s own voice is a low growl, seeming to echo all in the room as he noses his way down through Saros’ happy trail to his curls.

“Every time,” Saros practically wheezes out, hips trying to stutter upwards but getting caught by Gabriel’s arm that locks over his hips to push him right back down. A sob bubbles from his chest then as he tries to continue, “Couldn’t th-think about anyone else.”

It’s an honest answer, and a good one at that. Gabriel tries not to get touched by it the way he does, but he can’t help it. But, he distract himself, nosing at the underside of Saros’ cock and humming in approval at his size. “Poor thing...” He murmurs cruelly, toying with Saros who nearly lets out another sob before Gabriel licks up his cock from base to head. His free hand wraps around the base, massaging the length there with his thumb as he takes the head past his full lips.

Saros reacts just as expected with over sensitivity and his hips lurching upwards. He cums almost immediately with a pathetic, chest heaving sob and his entire body jerking with each jerk of his cock. He watches, amazed as Gabriel only parts his lips to let Saros see the mess left on his tongue before swallowing it and going right back to what he was doing.

Over sensitive, Saros reacts beautifully. Toes curling into the sheets and head throwing to the side but not going far with the tendril around his neck. His lips part in a loud cry, hips straining against Gabriel’s grip as he takes him to the root and swallows solidly around his cock.

In total, Gabriel makes him cum just like that again and again, for three times. He’s far past wet in his own pants, feeling the easy slide when Gabriel goes to sit up, moving over to Saros’ side to see him still shaking from his last orgasm. “Look at me.” Gabriel murmurs, watching Saros’ eyes flutter open on command and peering at him through his lashes. Gabriel’s heart twists, but he catches him by his chin in a rough grip, guiding him into a bruising kiss as he lies beside Saros.

The hand grabbing his chin soon moves down, briefly squeezing Saros’ throat and noting the delicious sound he makes- something he’d keep in mind for another time. His hand drifts back down Saros’ abdomen to soon grip his cock in a solid grip, still wet from his saliva as he begins stroking languidly.

The reaction is immediate. Saros’ relaxed kiss turns into his mouth parting in a sharp gasp, pulling back so he can shake his head as tears begin rolling down his cheeks. “Gabrie- Ga—Commander I can't- fuck- please, please I can’t!” He tries to sob out, chest lurching forward in an arch as best as he can in his bonds when Gabriel thumbs at the drooling head of his cock with a soft hum and a kiss beneath his ear.

“You can. Just one more, baby boy, give me one more. You can do that for me, can’t you?” His voice is a sin on its own, a low rumble in Saros’ ear who lets out the most beautiful, choked noise as tears pour down his cheeks. He sniffles, nodding vigorously and losing himself as things begin to float in the room.

With one last dry orgasm, Saros is finally allowed to relax. In his stupor he hears Gabriel praising him, calling him a good boy and kissing him softly. There’s a wet cloth cleaning him up by the time Saros makes a soft hum of confusion and murmurs, “What about you?” Starting to roll over so he could find Gabriel who just tugs him to his chest and kisses the top of his head affectionately.

“’Nother time, kid. I promise you that.” Is the last thing Saros hears before he’s nodding off with a soft grunt of approval. It’s the best night of sleep he’s had since the accident, waking up in the arms of Gabriel and blankets thrown over them both.

“Why have you returned so soon?” Akande asks, brow furrows and arms crossed over his chest in clear disappointment at Reaper. A shrug is not a good enough answer, Reaper knows this, but he certainly does try it. Only to have Akande bare his pearly whites in a snarl. “I do not tolerate failure.”

Reaper laughs, haunting and multi-voiced as he does and crosses his arms to match the stance. His entire disposition screams at Akande to make his move, and when he doesn’t, it’s his turn to speak. “The kid wasn’t in France long enough and knows how to hide his trail. Try picking up on some factual information about where your targets are before calling me.” A low snarl to hiss right back.

But, Gabriel knows exactly where Saros is.

A similar tracker having been gifted to Saros the same way Overwatch had their recall system. A little skull symbol that looked like nothing more than a little keychain picked up in travels placed lovingly in Saros’ hand with a parting kiss and a promise uttered so softly in his ear.

“I won’t let you be alone again.”

#Reaper #Reaper x Oc #Saros (Oc)#Overwatch #bendoverwatch #nsft #lemon #commissions #princess writing #oof this is old

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fallen embers name meanings pt 2

pt 1 - the crew

all of yong-yut’s names that can be found in chapter 3 🕺🏻 i included the original quotes as well. these ones i put a Lot of thought into

“Ichiro. A child proficient in firebending.”

japanese boy’s name; firstborn son

my friend frankie was texting me his reactions while reading tfeb and he was on chap 2 when i told him to keep in mind that ichiro means firstborn son it’ll help w/ understanding and he just replied ok. then like ten minutes or whatever later i get a text saying “AY YO YONG-YUT TRANS CHECK” shdgsjhsgjhd like hell yeah that was my intention

“Nozomi. A runaway who needed a job.”

japanese girl’s name; hope

idk if this was clear (whoops) but this is when she runs away from home, and bc she was in need of a job she was willing to become a spy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Muan Nang. A servant listening to noblewomen gossip about their recent investments and husbands’ plans.”

thai; ladylike

her first gig as an agent and she’s spying on her own people 😳

“Akane. A non-bending fighter training with other teenage girls.”

japanese; deep red

if i’m not mistaken, kyoshi island has a lotta inspiration from japanese culture + suki is a japanese name (fun fact! my family got a new dog a couple months ago and we named her suki 🥰). even though she was undercover in part of the earth kingdom her name Literally shows her true colors lmao

“Genji. A refugee girl on her way to a walled city.”

chinese; gold

again, color symbolism to stay true to her fire nation heritage. it’s also apparently a japanese boys’ name meaning “two beginnings” so there’s…Something there idk what lmao

“Siqiniq. A guard protecting a young princess from firebending assassins.”

inuit; the sun

most sources i’ve found for this say it’s an inuit name, one specified even more that it’s inuktitut. for all of these, i liked using names that either tied back to the fact that she’s fire nation or are connected to her specific assignment. this one’s a bit of both bc a) the sun –> fire nation and b) she’s protecting yue, who…yknow…later turns into the moon

“Zhaohui. A historian in search of a Spirit’s library.”

chinese; clear wisdom

“Xifeng. An architect observing renovations done to a previously abandoned temple.”

chinese; flourishing phoenix

sometimes i read over something that i wrote a bit ago and Connect The Dots. this is one of those cases. i chose this name bc a) it’s chinese, and everyone at the northern air temple is earth kingdom and b) phoenix –> fire nation. i am just now realizing that it coincidentally works even more that i picked this one for this specific assignment bc phoenixes are birds, and everyone at the northern air temple uses gliders to fly around…i’m a genius

“Nukilik. A trader[…] stopping for a week to sell her wares.”

inuit; strong

why tf she would take a water tribe name even when her alias’s backstory is Not water tribe, idk. i just like researching and using new names

“Winai. A highly skilled archer.”

thai; discipline

thai name bc she’s back in the fire nation with the yuyan archers 🕺🏻 i assume you gotta have a lotta discipline to be that good of an archer lol

“Daiyu. An etiquette teacher for the daughter of the Earth Kingdom’s most powerful family.”

chinese; black jade

“Qianru. An advisor to a king of a city of mountains.”

chinese; pretty smile

oh my goodness i forgot abt this one…bc this is when bumi catches her and she receives her glasgow smile scars…my mind… maybe that’s what makes bumi decide what her punishment is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#fallen embers #tfeb meta #my post.#meta #tfeb #saelim yong yut #lists #long post.#tfeb names

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thexdragonxbecomesxme · 6 years

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hey maybe dont say that gender is a performance bc thats pretty transphobic, if you mean gender roles say gender roles and not just gender, thanks

“I apologize for the offense I have caused you, anon. I was simply speaking on my own experiences.”

[Now that that’s out of the way, I was assuming you were speaking to Genji since he is the one who said it. But let’s talk a little about this subject! My SLC education won’t let me not engage so I, as the old gender fluid pansexual I am, am gonna have a fun time talking about Judith Butler and her scholarship on gender. Everything from here on out is gonna be a fun, scholarly dissertation based on her books Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity and Undergoing Gender which I highly recommend reading if you’re interested in the philosophy of gender and how queer theory has evolved in a scholarly capacity.]

This is gonna get long so I’m putting it under a cut.

So let’s get this out of the way: when Genji says “gender is a performance” he’s not referring to the word performance to mean a lie or something made up. He is talking about Performativity which we will define as “language which affects change in the world and functions as a form of social action” for the sake of this write up. Common examples of performative language are making promises, betting, performing a wedding ceremony, an umpire calling a strike, or a judge pronouncing a verdict. Judith Butler argued that gender is socially constructed through commonplace speech acts and nonverbal communication that are performative, in that they serve to define and maintain identities. I.e. what we perceive as masculine or feminine is societally defined, which is where gender roles and stereotypes come from.

I think this is where our wires got crossed a little. Language matters and I apologize for that.

In Gender Trouble, Butler critiques what she considers to be an outdated perception of gender. This perception, according to Butler, is limiting in that it adheres to the dominant societal constraints that label gender as binary.

Gender roles are constructed by the perception and performance of gender: i.e. the actions we take that reenforce the gender we are perceived as. That’s why you hear awful phrases like “that’s not ladylike” or “man up”. They are terms that reenforce the (often toxic) societal perception of gender.

When you do something that reenforces certain perceptions, you are performing to those perceptions. For example, when I wear a dress and high heels I am performing the act of reenforcing my femininity, but if I am fixing a car at the same time I am undermining that societal understanding of gender roles. If I am wearing my binder and am dressed in a suit and tie, I am performing an act to reenforce a masculine ideal, but if I have lipstick on I’m undermining that societal expectation.

Now, the obvious issue here is that this all works on the presupposition of a gender binary. That society as a whole sees two genders and has a hard time dealing on the gender spectrum. But it does give a workable framework with which to understand and view our own bodies and the bodies of others: there is power in seeing actions as a choice. Inherently, there is more power in choosing to assert your identity rather than being an object for viewing pleasure with no exerted will over your appearance or social perception.

So, in essence anon, we’re both talking about the same thing. Gender roles are bullshit but many of us perform into them in subtle ways to assert identity. These are things we have to look at as a society, the ways in which our perceptions of how gender should be performed makes life hard and unlivable for many people, and how these views have negative effects on everyone.

I am not perfect, my views are not perfect but I am learning which is why I read a lot and have spoken to a lot of my friends on these subjects, and in my undergrad it was kind of required reading to know Judith Butler. I will never understand what large portions of the trans community go through whether it’s acceptance at home or feeling comfortable in their bodies. But I do know many transgendered friends of mine who have talked about what gender means to them and how they reassert their identity.

Again, I can only understand this through their individual stories, and no one’s lived experience is the same as someone else’s. And I can only understand through scholarly pursuit. How everyone experiences their life is something I can only appreciate and get to know through study.

If you, anon, are transgendered and I offended your sense of understanding of your body I apologize deeply and did not mean to do so. I do tend towards using language like this when thinking about gender and my own experience of it as, previously stated, I’m gender fluid myself.

But I do recommend reading up on this. It’s helped me widen my perspective a lot and I hope to continue to grow that. If you would like to continue this discussion off anon, please feel free to DM me.

#ooc post #gender discussion #I engaged and I know I will suffer for it #I am but ascholar

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ahem. so,,, what if like. hanzo had a Big Big Big crush on the reader. but he kinda just assumes reader is cishet so he kinda just. wallows in self pity bc his feelings won't be returned. but then one day he hears mercy and reader talking abt testosterone and hrt n stuff and reader is just kinda casually talking about their life and how things are going and they're like 'yeah so there's this boy around base who i really like'

Anon…. pining is my shit….thank you - Mod Genji

Hanzo

Hanzo isn’t the kind of guy who assumes people are cishet

For him, unless you clarify, your sexuality is ______ and your gender is _______. It’s honestly just not important to him

But when it comes to people he’s got crushes on he has a habit of assuming they aren’t available to him

He tries to distance himself from you, but you’re just so good and calming to be around that he can’t say no

It frustrates him to no end. He knows that if he cut off communication with you you’d take it as your fault

He doesn’t know what to do, so he sucks up his pride and heads to the med bay to talk to Zenyatta. Plans on saying something vague and hope he gets the hint (he still needs some dignity)

He’s so caught up in it that he forgets how late it is when he leaves his room after pacing for an hour

Of course the only door that’s open is Mercy’s

He takes a seat anyways, since he walked all the way here and he doesn’t want to look weird by just leaving the second after he walked in

“So, y/n, how has your field performance been affected?”

“Not much The adrenaline rush is crazy, I don’t know how cis guys don’t just have a heart attack every time they get excited.”

Cis guys? So you’re trans? Could you be… no. He scolds himself for getting hopeful and slumps back in his chair. This is childish.

“What about different sorts of energy? We’ve already discussed the side effects..”

“No Angela, I haven’t been horny. Just pining, romantic style.”

Hanzo gets up to leave, embarrassed to be listening at this point

“Oh? Which lucky guy is it?”

He freezes in his tracks. Guy? Lucky Guy?

“Don’t tell Genji, I’ll never live it down but….. I don’t know. Do you think Hanzo even swings that way?”

He darts out of the room and slams the door, no longer caring if you hear him, his heart beating out of his chest

He doesn’t dare think about what he heard until the morning, passing out the second he hits his mattress

He wakes up and takes a moment to remember what happened, before blushing and throwing a pillow at his door, distraught

You totally fucking heard him. How on god’s green earth is he going to approach you when he knows you totally fucking heard him

#hanzo x reader #hanzo headcanons #male reader #overwatch x reader #Mod Genji

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hello i totally did not realize how many followers i had gained !!! tysm for the love on my posts !!!

here are some genji emotes for discord servers, etc ! feel free to use— i just ask that you like/rb/follow if you do :] !!!

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Omg fAM I cant stand seeing robovag Genji in every piece of art and fic— as a severely dysphoric actually-trans guy (unlike Genji), it just makes me extremely uncomfortable and upset :( I really hope it stops, at least a little, with this newfound information. I swear all these people are fetishists bc all they do is draw men with those genitals... they think they’re “normalizing it” but it’s actually really hurting people that are actually trans to see that shit 24/7.

I swear to God I feel you so much on this, I don’t think I could have say it any better. Bless.

#ask #Anonymous #there's a limit that leads to fetishism and i think a lot of people have no idea where it stands #trans #genji #dysphoria

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trqnsboy-moved-blog · 7 years

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overwatch band au

overband? bandwatch? i love reaper so much and i wanted a reason to put him into a crop top watch?

ok so im not good at this stuf but guys dudes.

mk so basically ana, gabe, and jack made a band out of their garage, and it got rlly popular when they were just 17-19. it blew up completely making all these guys famous at a rlly vulnerable age

the band was called “three” and their fans called themselves 3′s, which was rlly cute

ana was the singer/pianist, jack was the lead guitarist, gabe was the drummer/bassist/pianist

eventually they realized that they couldnt keep that all up, so they got some friends to help them

the friends were torb, rein, amelia, and angela.

they called themselves “four” and were half their own band/half three

torb did the sound setups, he was basically their tech guy and he just constantly did that. he became the best in the business bc he always set things up perfectly for each band

rein played bass or drums, he was also partially their hype man cause everyones so emo

amelia was a backup singer and bassist, she also added an extra dark horse in the band

angela was a backup singer and a pianist. she liked the concept of adding older elements to their music

about halfway through their career, a scandal pops up that ana is pregnant and unmarried, everyones losing their minds cause they over react

jack and gabe immediately come to her defense. the other members either get ignored or dont speak out about it

gabe adopts jessie and genji; his two trans teens.

gabe basically just puts up a middle finger and says “fuck the media” and wont do any more interviews. ana draws back slightly as well.

fareeha gets born and mccree, genji, and fareeha go on a photoshoot as soon as fareeha is old enough (at the request of jessie)

something goes wrong and gabe leaves the band and it just sorta crumbles.

radio silence from gabe, ana and jack

four basically broke up after.

angela paired up w like covergirl or dove or smthg

amelia became a fashion model as well as a gothic novel writer

rein became mayor of his home town

torb just continued in the music industry

so like... 20 years later this band named “bop” or some shit gets rlly big

its made up of hana, lucio, lena, as well as fareeha.

fareeha is the lead guitarist and singer, she also has a solo career going under the name “pharah” everybody is so confused on what happened to her and her mom

hana plays the drums and does vocals as well

lena is the guitarist, she cant sing for shit rsdxfcgv

lucio takes care of everything else, he adds remixes and electronic beats. he also does vocals

this underground band named twitch gets rlly popular as well. its a sorta communist, electro, vertual reality thing. its made up of aleksandra, satya, and somebody named sombra

jessie has been releasing country albums for years. hes the king of country and no one questioned it????

jessie does a combo w twitch and nobody knew that country cound sound that good

hanzos just a rich violinist, idk how that happened But It Did

genji went through a rlly heavy metal phase, he didnt make music but he wrote some songs for some ppl

genji comes out ten years after his heavy metal phase w zenyatta, singing hozier stuff and its rlly good but???? he went from 0-100

zenyattas just this happy guy who loves his bf and singing

bastion was the creater of dubstep but now he just likes to listen to twitch

sombra has released one statement Ever saying “i wuv u bastion uwu”

effie and orisa won americas got talent (or another show) and became rlly rlly famous

akande sings punk rock and i love him for it.

jamison and mako are folk singers w an edge. jamison sings and he has an awful but inticing voice. they are only famous in australia, but mako and rein are friends

mei is this rlly sweet pop artist who gets too much hate.

i wuv pop idol mei

suddenly a magazine comes out w old gabe, old jack, and old ana; wearing the same clothes from their famous photoshoot -dark blue slacks w a matching trench coat. jack wore his coat over his shoulders, ana had it on but it was falling off her shoulders, gabe had it on but it was open, w a different type of white top. jack wore a see through white tinted dress shirt, ana wore a turtleneck crop top, and gabe wore a v neck crop top that showed he titty- w a caption saying smthg like, “we arent dead” and the press goes W I L D

thanks for uhhhhhh reading, welcome to my ted talk

#abe mumbles #this all came from thinking abt that last outfit #overwatch #band au #overwatch au #gabriel reyes #alternate universe #ok to rb #long post /

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Hi, I loved that mccree x trans reader very much, could you please do mccree,genji and fareeha finding out their trans s/o is pregnant cause my biological clock might be the B/ig Be/n right now and I need to channel it into some of my faves

((A/N - I really hope I did this justice, and that you managed to survive bc omg people do not understand))---Jesse• Is absolutely over the moon when you tell him• Never thought he would be able to have children• Purely because he never thought he'd find someone as special as you to bear them• Becomes x10 more protective over you than what he already was• Is always one step behind you, in case you ever needed anything• You can't compare the joy on his face to anything else when you actually start showing• However, that's when the problems start• Jesse of course supports you with your transitioning• People in public just don't seem to understand, or want to understand• This is why you are thankful he's protective over you• At first you tried to wear baggy clothes out in public• Nobody seemed to be none the wiser• Until one day Jesse notices and begins to buy you proper maternity clothes to wear out• Strangers would just stare at you not understanding• Your boyfriend had caught you on more than one occassion crying in the bathroom• You could hear whispers behind your back and feel the stares of everyone• If Jesse ever caught someone that had acted out of line then oof• They would be in for an earful and a threat• His hand always comforted the small of your back, supporting you• Jesse is very good at sweet talk, but also managing to reassure you • You. Are. Normal. • Becoming pregnant was the best thing that had ever happened to you two• You soon learnt from Jesse to ignore everyone and focus on those who loved you for who you really are• Your baby was going to have the best parents in the world• The best daddies in the world---Genji• Is initially shocked when you handed him the pregnancy stick• Went to Angela just to confirm you really were pregnant• Not that he doubted you or the test• Just because of the way that he was, he wasn't entirely sure how the mechanics worked• A happy little accident• After calming down from shock, Genji went into full-on Father mode• Not just for the baby, but for you too• Genji did try to control you, but you knew he was doing his best• Your nights out with the guys became less and less frequent• You weren't allowed out in public without him because God forbid anything happened and he wasn't there• He immediately took your binders away from you, so they wouldn't restrict anything at all• He understood you felt more comfortable with them• But you also understood that you didn't want to do anything to hinder the baby• He would stroke you before bed, massaging anywhere that hurt or ached• Constantly complimented you on how beautiful you looked• Even if this wasn't your ideal situation• Becoming pregnant while transitioning had its up and downs• Sure you got the few odd looks out and about• You had learnt from the best to shrug it off• Your boyfriend was half cyborg for goodness sake• Which meant you looked a right pair in public, but you both passed it off and pretended to be famous• With Genji around, you felt unstoppable• When the baby came he was so excited • Holding them so carefully and gently• He also reluctantly gave you back your binders but told you not to wear them until the swelling had gone down---Fareeha • It was a joint decision to have children• You had volunteered, with Fareeha being more active in Overwatch you didn't want any harm to come to her or the baby• So much planning had to be done, in which your girlfriend's military organisation had come in handy• Cycles and times and dates had to be recorded • You had been asked several times if you were sure you wanted to go through with being inseminated• Just because you were transgender• There was no doubt your baby was going to have amazing parents• Did it honestly matter if you were the one that gave birth?• Absolutely not• Fareeha always provided for you• Whether it was a backrub, an uplifting saying or something you couldn't reach on the top shelf• She only wanted you to be careful, to increase the chances of the procedure being a success• Your next doctor's visit concluded it had been a success• She couldn't wait to tell everyone• She seemed more excited than you at the prospect of having children• When you began to swell she would do whatever she could to help• Even if it meant turning into your bodyguard• She could be a little scary• Fareeha wanted to make you as comfortable as possible during the pregnancy• You weren't really up for going outside anymore, scared of what people would think• Your girlfriend understood and never tried to push you• By the time the baby came your room was filled with succulents and flowers• This was her way of trying to bring the outdoors to you• You loved her so much• And she loved you and your baby in return

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A life begins when you first take a breath, they say. You take a breath, and scream life into the world. You mark the world with your voice and then, you slowly quiet.

Sometimes, however, you do not make your mark till later. You didn't cry when you were born, and you aren't crying now. But the world can feel you crawling back. Clawing, etching, your name into the spine of everyone regardless if they know you are not. It is not because of who you are. But what you've done; Survived death for six months.

This is how she came to be. No memory of who she was. That was the deal. No memories of who she had been. Only of what made her. Dying. Death. Life a new. Death would follow her, threaded through her bones. Threaded through the scar on her throat, knitting together her organs and the wound that let them spill. She would never truly be alive again.

The snow melted. Hands bloodied. Clothes stained and torn to shreds. She was a corpse walking. Wandering. Lost. But a woman, Eludysia, found her. She spoke with confidence, like a woman that knew everything. Took her away, to the other side of the country. A Grandmother she never knew, apparently. A mentor that would help her truly deal with her magic. But first, they would have to work through how death stuck to her. Work through the questions that rose as she fell into memories of what happened reached her. But that would be years. Years of self destruction. Years that she struggled to think beyond what she had become. A heavy thing to process, until she had a heartbeat. And then she breathed. And the world shifted.

Nearly dying again had struck fear into her chest. A flash of bleeding, bloodied, lost. A memory replaying in her head shook her to her core. Near death experiences tend to do that, of course. Make you crave life. It turned her around, guided her back to living to live instead of exist.

She sought after knowledge, and power. Made a web of people she knew, connected over things she had interest in. Plays the role her grandmother hoped her to. Not a pawn, not truly. But as her right hand. The Heir to being a Watcher. Meant the world was her playground and she'd have to explore it at the behest of Eludysia.

So she does.

She travels, place to place. Under the guise of it being a teaching job, or studying plants and what not. Good thing, her doctorate, covers for a lot

.Stats:

Name: Revas Ramsey Nicknames: Vas, Little Witch, Witchy Bitch. Titles: Death Seer Age: 27 Birthday:March 19th Gender: DMAB. Trans-Woman. She/Her pronouns only. Sexuality: Pansexual │ demiromantic Birthplace: Unknown. Residence: California Relatives: Eludysia Ramsey [ Grandmother ] (alive) Jacob Feldt [ Father ] ( Alive ) Rani Feldt [ mother ] ( Alive ) Miriam Feldt [ sister ] ( alive ) Jacob Feldt Jr [ brother ] ( alive )

Height: 5'2" Weight: 140lbs Character’s body build: Curved, muscular. Eye Color: Emerald green. Hair Color: Dark red. Type of hair: Very thick. Hairstyle: Usually in a long braid or high tight ponytail. Hair down will go past her calves. Complexion and skin tone: Freckled & light brown Scars: Multiple facial scars. Deep scar across her throat. Mannerisms: Revas used to stumble a bit while she was nervous. Now she speaks very cooly, and tends to have her arms crossed; a sign of being closed off. Usual Body Posture: Warm. Usually bouncing or inviting to others. Or cold and shut off. Tattoos:

Black work wings on her back

Hebrew for Freedom on her wrist.

Galaxy sleeves.

Class/race: Witch. Half-fae.

Powers & Abilities:

MAGIC:

Offensive Magic:

Magic Attacks

Magic Combat

Power Absorption

Defensive Magic:

Force-Field Generation

Healing Magical

Energy Absorption

Miscellaneous Abilities

Elemental Manipulation

Flight

Magic Aura

Magic Detection

Magic Generation

Magical Constructs

Magical Energy Manipulation

Magically Enhanced Physiology

Personal Domain

Potion Creation - for various purposes (i.e. explosive, healing)

Shapeshifting

Spell Casting • Spell Amplification • Spell Creation • Spell Destabilization • Spell Mixture • Spell Negation

Summoning/Banishment

Enchanting

Telekinesis

Telepathy

Teleportation

Transmutation

SEER:

Precognition: perceive future events before they happen

Retrocognition: to discern events of the past

Death Sense: To detect who was going to die and when their death will occur, but may not be able to prevent it.

Divination: Gain insight of future events by the use of occult ritual.

Clairvoyance: gain a direct visual information about an object, person, location or physical event through means other than the user's physical sight and allows them to act when they are unable to use their eyes and allows them to hear things at distances. can sense/see/hear spiritual/psychic beings and other person's presence and perceive emotions, thoughts and memories of others. Some users can project themselves onto the spiritual world.

Empathic: To receive precognitive flashes of the future when exposed to extreme emotion.

Flash: To see things seconds or minutes before they happen.

Dreaming: To perceive future in dreams, whether symbolic, direct or from the perspective of another being. • Can also alter and manipulate the dreams of others. Usually has to be in close proximity to the other person ( same house will work best. )

Dream Scrying: to dream actual ongoing far-off events.

Psychic Navigation: to locate people/objects or create a mental map of an area.

Psychometry: to perceive the residual information of an object and/or person. This ability isn’t one of her major ones, thus it’s usually only when she focuses on an object/person.

Shared Vision: to view another user of clairvoyance sight.

Visual Linking: to link one’s vision to others.

VERSES:

Teen: Tag Takes place between the age of 14 to 18. Mostly your standard highschool au yo.

College: Tag 19 to 26. Standard college au dude. College buds. Hell ye. Watch my girl earn her doctorate.

Future: Tag 45 to whatever age. She's pretty much immortal y'all. Ngl here. So your muse future shit? Older revas time.

Inquisition Related:

• Companion: Post │ Tag Left clan Lavellan at 12. Became a first for another clan. Murdered two people. Left that clan. Became a traveling Keeper. Hung out in Kirkwall for awhile. Went back to being a keeper for a while. Then ya know. Sky explodes.

• Advisor: Tag Instead of a companion the Inquisitor can make her an advisor. She acts more as an ambassador for the dalish and often consults with the mages so their voices have a say in how shit goes. Shit stays relatively the same. just more stress :))

• Inquisitor: Post │ Tag Sort of the same deal. But instead of just leaving for another clan bc too many mages, she used blood magic to try and keep her parents alive post a darkspawn attack. Then all the other shit happened. In Trespasser she's no longer a devotee to Mythal but to Falon'din.

• Grey Warden: Post │ Page │ Codex Tag ( awakening ) │ Tag ( da2 & dai ) │ Suledin Tag │ Rosal’nan tag After killing two clan members, she travels Fereldan for three years. After the Blight she joins the wardens. Variants are based on the Wardens choices made by her. Or default if no choices are made.

• Specific Talen ( svcraficed ) Warden AU: Tag │ Shora Tag Plucked outta the woods, half dead and injured, the Warden took her under his wing. Finding him a part of her new family, she takes the name Shora.

• Commander of The Inquisition Forces AU: Tag Based on a dire need with @desiderrium‘s Cullen to have him actually fucking not be in charge so Revas takes his place. Why is she qualified, you might ask. Well, for the same reason people say that Merrill is. She’s lead people and is trained to lead people, to command and protect her people. Also she’s like. strong as heck so. why not.

DC: Post │ Tag What do you do after you've been murdered but aren't dead dead? Ya get the fuck outta dodge. Except it leaves an impact. So you become a goddamn vigilante. • Side AU: Blue Lantern verse where Revas is chosen to be a blue Lantern.

Fallout: Post │ Tag Primarily between Fallout 3, NV & 4. • Standard: Revas is a former Courser turned Gunner, turned Mercenary. Her age is unknown. Her Identity as a Synth even more so. She travels with Faron, a sniper. • Other one: Instead of being a synth, she's a Psyker with seer abilities & telepathy.

Overwatch: Post │ Tag All I know is that she died. Got really fucked up. I'm thinking Nanobots to control plants & shit ya know. We'll see I think. Just know shes dead. Dead ish. Like genji “””dead” but also Reaper dead. Cybernetic nanobot cloud of fuck you. Tho she's melee af yo.

Mass Effect Trilogy: Post │ Tag Still debating if Revas is gonna be a Quarian or just a Jewish woman from Earth. Who knows. Probably human bc its easier lbh. Powerful af Biotic human who's a badass merc w/ her pal Faron. Y'all catching a pattern?

Mass Effect: Andromeda: Post │ Tag Human Biotic. Came to Andromeda because she wanted to get away from bad shit. She studied botany and agriculture so ya know early release to help with food but. She sided against the Initiative and fucked off to Kadara.

Elder Scrolls: Post │ Tag Wood elf magic user who is sort of a cannibal and eats general kills. Because religious reasons. Stumbles into Skyrim w/ Faron bc she wants to travel and help her people everywhere.

The Raven Cycle: Post │ Tag Crossover with her normal verse. Revas works at Aglionby Academy as a history teacher. Her involvement in the series is up to You.

Murder Mom: Post │ Tag The verse post is Graphic. Tw for abuse ( childhood sexual abuse ), rape implied, murder, violence, death, & murder. A Modern Conversion of her Inquisitor verse. Revas’s parents are murdered when she’s twelve. She gets taken in by an abusive family that sort of planned it all. Ends up murdered. Comes back and fucks their shit up. She’s an extremely powerful witch in this AU, as well as a CEO of her grandmothers company. She’s not afraid to kill.

No Death: Tag Based on this drabble. Not extremely explicit but does have mentions & implications of abuse, sexual abuse, trauma, depression, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempted, cancer, & family death. In this AU, it’s a case of if Revas didn’t die at all. Instead of dying, her magic lashed out and killed her attackers. & she forced herself to stay alive because of hope and wanting to. Her magic sort of hit an awoken state that gave her high abilities in healing magic, usually on herself. Thus keeping her alive even when the guilt from murder got too much. In her early 20′s and late teen years, her parents passed away and she was left with her younger siblings, twin toddlers. Took a deal with a shady grandmother for money & immortality, mainly the money. & now still lives in a brownstone in New York, studying history working two jobs & trying to be a good mom for her siblings.