#Overwatch stories

[shriekinghavoc]

#overwatch #mercy #mercy overwatch #angela ziegler #gabriel reyes #sigma #sigma overwatch #reaper #reaper overwatch #fanart #artonly #Siebren de Kuiper #pencilcat challenge #i've been thinking about this ever since i saw a clip of sigma throwing a shield out in front of a rein shattered mercy #just before a tracer bomb killed her #obviously the actual characters wouldn't work that well for this story haha #comic

[trustymikh]

quick escape

#max: so I got thrown out of a window today -- ram: you WHAT #sombra does have like 60 other monetary sources but max is the only one who 'allows' her to steal #since she won't stop he'd rather know how much she withdraws #just give me a reason to push sigma and sombra duo into a story and i'll do it #mik draws #maximilien #sombra overwatch #olivia colomar #siebren de kuiper #sigma overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch #drawing #digital art #digital drawing

[ditterdoob]

i love making up lore and then crying about the lore that i just made up

also mauga hugs because i think theyd be lethal

#i read the short story and it is. fueling me. #him and baps interactions in that bro uhhggghhgghh guyhhhhhhh #my baba bear 🥹 #overwatch mauga #overwatch #fanart #digital art #overwatch fanart #mauga overwatch #mauga #overwatch 2

[odessastone]

THEY RELEASED SYM AND LIFEWEAVER’S STORY ONLINE FOR FREE !!!!!!! GO READ IT

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #lifeweaver #symmetra #symweaver #niran pruksamanee #satya vaswani #overwatch heroes ascendant #rebuilding ruins #ITS A RLY GOOD CUTE STORY TOO PLS GO READ IT

[venture4treasure]

“And if you leave me. Rest assured, it would kill me.”

Words: 1881

Premise: Yandere!Venture kills someone and you catch them. You respond in an atypical way. 

Warnings: Minor character death, Blood, Unhealthy relationship, Irresponsible use of prescription medication, Mental breakdown, Obsession 

“Venture~”, your voice sing-songs from outside your shared home. 

Venture freezes at the sound of your voice, you weren’t supposed to be back home tonight. They glance at the blood drying on the floor, mind racing on how to keep you from seeing it. 

You’re too quick to open the door, ecstatic about getting out of work early despite your scheduled overnight shift. The sight in front of you makes you freeze. Your kitchen floor has splatters of blood and streaks from where you can only assume a corpse was dragged. Your mind immediately jumps to the worst and you tighten your grip around the handle of the door.

“Venture?” You call out hesitantly, “if this is a joke, it’s sick and I mean that in a bad way”, you add when there’s no answer. 

After several beats of silence, you pull out your phone, prepare to leave and call the police. Your attempt is interrupted when the door is forcefully torn from your grip and slammed shut behind you. You feel yourself shoved against the door. You shut your eyes and duck your head from the impact. Your hands are pinned above you and your phone is pulled away. 

You anticipate something, anything to happen to you, but when nothing happens. You hesitantly open your eyes and look up. And you don’t know what feels worse, opening your door to a crime scene or seeing who the perpetrator is. 

“Sloan…” you manage to choke out. 

So many questions race in your mind – why did you, who did you… But the desperation and fright in their eyes sobers you. In your forced rationality, you observe that their hand is warm on your wrists, their grip means no harm. 

“I-”

You cut them off by pushing them away, they stumble a couple of steps back, looking at you with wide eyes. 

“Don’t say anything. We’re cleaning this up. Right now. Go get some hydrogen peroxide and gloves. And change into something you can throw away,” you force the words out, “do not say anything that makes me any more complicit”. 

Venture is stunned at your reaction. They’re slow to follow your instructions, prompting you to ask more, “no bleach, that’ll only make things messier. We’ll refloor all of this tomorrow anyway. Do you have animal blood?”  

They shake their head, and you shoo them off to get what you told them to as you step around the kitchen to assess what needs to be done. You’re careful to avoid making the mess worse by tracking any more blood around. The mess is bad, it is a lot of blood, and it makes you think someone must've bled out. Part of you wonders if any of it is Venture’s, you hope not. You shake yourself, you don’t want to dwell on the thoughts of why it’s so bad. Your only task at hand is to clean it up, you remind yourself. 

After double-checking you won’t trail any mess around the house, you take your own advice and go to get changed into some clothes you won’t miss. You also force yourself to take two extra pills for your anxiety – double your prescription – to keep yourself grounded. 

You meet Venture in the kitchen again and help set up several trash bags. You instruct them to help you soak up the bulk of the blood in towels and throw it away. When it’s done, you show them how to clean up the rest of the blood and explain to them how hydrogen peroxide will destroy the traceable genetic material. You try to explain everything you can if only to fill the silence and to keep your mind busy. When the reality sets in a little more, you feel sick talking – you were quite literally talking about how to get away with murder. You put on a playlist to help with the silence instead.

Venture doesn’t say anything when you talk. And definitely doesn’t say anything when you stop. They’ve never seen you act like this, they never would have thought this would be a possible outcome. They’re scared anything they say will make you react poorly, so they choose to maintain the current equilibrium you’ve set. 

Eventually, when everything looks clean and normal you finally give the okay to take a break. 

“You should shower and sleep,” you say, going through the motions of brewing some instant coffee. You wanted the caffeine and you probably weren’t going to sleep anyway. 

“I promise I’m not planning to do anything while you sleep. But you’re going to help me with moving flooring tomorrow and you’re going to need the rest,” you insist, tapping your hand on their shoulder. 

Your contact makes them startle. They want to hold you and tell you how much they love you. They want to explain how this was for you. They were only doing what was best for you. They wanted to tell you how they knew you’d never see it that way and that’s why you were never meant to see them do this. But instead, they swallow the bitter reality and do as you say. If you were willing to help them this much, then they should keep their complaints to themselves. 

You note that Venture is resting on the couch in the living room, and for a moment it does cross your mind that if you wanted to call for help, now would be the time. Any other time, Venture easily overpowers you. But it’s also the first time calling the authorities has crossed your mind since you came home. The idea makes you nervous and you turn your phone face down on the counter as if to reject the possibility of doing that. You finish your coffee and start another pot of water before heading up to shower and change. 

You spend the rest of the night until morning, re-scrubbing the floor and cleaning anything you can. You know that you don’t have to at this point, you’re fairly confident you got everything done the first time around, but you needed to do something to stave off the looming anxiety. Your body aches from being on the floor and cleaning so much, but you just take an ibuprofen and ignore it. 

Venture, thankfully, wakes by themselves and saves you the mental distress of figuring out how to approach them. They follow you around for a bit like a lost puppy and it makes it really hard for you to not embrace them – but you know if you do, you’ll break and you can’t afford that. 

The drive to and back from the store is relatively uneventful. You explained the plan, and Venture did as told. The whole time you could feel them look at you for some reaction, but you ignored it. 

The two of you spent the rest of the day tearing up the floor and replacing it. It was mostly Venture and you helped where you could, you didn’t have the strength to match theirs on a good day, much less when you’ve pulled an all-nighter and barely eaten anything. 

The project is done by late afternoon. You were hoping to finish by noon, but at least it’s over now – and you probably didn’t contribute too much anyway. 

You take a long shower and pick something comfortable to wear. When you are done, you call out for Venture to do the same. Who, like everything else you’ve said these past two days, follows.

You collapse on the couch, and the give of the cushions is a relief your aching body needs. The thought of taking some more ibuprofen crosses your mind, but the idea that you’d have to get up deters you greatly. 

Venture eventually finishes their shower and slowly creeps into the living room as if to not scare you. They settle on the carpeted floor some distance in front of you. They’re looking at you the whole time, there’s a desperate desire in their eyes. Both of you can feel how fragile the atmosphere is. If you had any energy left to spare, you’d notice how uncomfortable it was that your constantly chattering partner had been silent for almost a whole day, not a single joke shared. Instead, you take note of how their usually fluffy hair is soaking wet, and barely dry. 

To your body’s protest, you force yourself off the couch to close the distance. You pull your towel off your shoulders and drape it over Venture’s head. You use it to dry their hair, gently patting their hair and running your hand through clumps you’re afraid will tangle. Venture lets you do this, all but melting into your touch. Their breaths are slow and relaxed for the first time since you got home. You take more time and care than needed to dry their hair, but the action just felt so domestic and right. And you couldn’t let the feeling go.

When you’re done, you take your time folding the towel neatly, taking care to not maintain eye contact with Venture. They stare at you with a sadness that you know would break your heart if you acknowledged it. 

“Let me explain-”

“Sloan,” they flinch at their real name being used and the sternness of your voice, “I have done so much for you, please do not repay me by saddling me with information that makes me any more guilty than I already am”. 

Your head is still dipped in a way where you won’t meet their eyes, you wring your hands together anxiously, unsure what to say. 

Venture saves you from the silence, “okay,” they pause, “do you want anything? Tea or food… dessert?” And darkly, they consider their options of drugging you and getting you away from here. Maybe to some place where they could do everything best for you. 

You shake your head. 

“Do you hate me?” Venture’s voice cracks at the end, they’re not ready for the possibility of being rejected.

“No- never,” you exclaim in shock, looking up at them for the first time, “I trust your judgment. I trust you. Because I love you”. You confess, stomping down the part of your brain that tries to add ‘a little too much’.

Venture lets out a breath they were holding and almost collapses in relief. Thank god. You still love them. It’s okay, everything is fine as long as you are theirs. 

“Do you need some space,” Venture tentatively offers, they don’t really want to leave, but they want to do something right by you. 

“No,” you choke out, “no, please don’t leave”.

You reach out to wrap your arms around their neck and pull yourself against them, they hesitantly return the embrace, holding you tighter when you don't react negatively to their touch. 

“I think my meds are wearing off,” you’re breathing hard, “it’s all too much to think about. And everything hurts”.

Venture comfortingly traces shapes on your back, letting you cry into their neck as sobs wrack your form and you dig your nails into their back to anchor yourself.

“Don’t go, don’t go, please don’t leave me alone,” you beg.

Venture leans their head against you and pulls you into their lap to hold you closer. 

“I’ll never leave you, mi vida”. 

Author’s Note: I saw some yandere Venture art and fics here. It inspired me to write about Venture killing someone because of their significant other – be it out of jealousy, possessiveness, or defense. 

This probably doesn’t fall under the typical yandere type stories, but I still consider it yandere because I think in the end, Venture doesn’t regret killing for you, they regret getting caught by you. 

For it’s worth, Venture probably orders you your favourite takeout and drink when you start to wake up so you can have something nice to eat since you haven’t eaten in over a day. 

I don’t think I’ll mention this always, but it should be obvious that both the reader and Venture here are not sound of mind. 

Quote is from Oleander by Mother Mother. Oleander is a toxic plant, it is sometimes used to symbolize desire, destiny, everlasting love, and caution.

#venture fics #venture x reader #venture x you #venture overwatch #overwatch venture #venture #sloan cameron #sloane cameron #overwatch x reader #overwatch fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #vaguely based on a tweet i saw a while back #not the greatest writer #i was never taught how to write in the second person (head in hands) #not beta read because i cannot bring myself to ask anyone without being embarrassed #despite finishing it out in a day #the art doesn’t match the story well because i got distracted

[sesameowo]

what can i say except, you're welcome

his smug ass face is literally :] all the time and i love it

#overwatch2 #overwatch fanart #my art #mauga #overwatch mauga #baptiste #jean baptiste augustin #lifeweaver #big beefy boi #i heard the writer for bap and mauga's story #is that they were EXES #sooooo #👀 #juicy backstory right there

[loveapologist]

>>There has been some time already since they left the Outback. Without the constant radiation, he had noticed changes in himself. For once, he was less and less a bag of skin and bones and hair had started to grow back, not only in his scalp. Maybe the most important change was his mind. Every day it was easier to think clearly, not forgetting so much important details as where he was or what he was supposed to be doing. Maybe the pills Dr. Ziegler gave him had something to do. How was it that he couldn't recognise himself in the mirror any more? << Support me on PATREON!

#Some background for this drawing #Feel free to expand on it if you like the idea or feel inspired #The sink looks tiny #let's not forget that Junkrat is 2m tall #my art #Junkrat #junkrat fanart #jamison fawkes #overwatch #overwatch fanart #short story #the sluttiest waist #I have feelings about overwatch 2 #and it's inexistent lore #rat boy #my trash man

[serrangelic-art]

the bestiessss

#DO NOT SEPARATE THEM #grandpa needs his emotional support hacker #overwatch #siebren de kuiper #sigma #sombra #my art #fanart #i was so disappointed in starwatch when there was no sombra #no wonder siggy's evil he doesnt have his granddaughter #TAG EDIT: i learned like a day after posting this that story mode and pve were two different things #so from the leaked voicelines i remember #sigma will get some story attention!!!!!! PLEASE i need more sig and sombra interaction theyre adorable #olivia colomar

[overwatchfanskinarchive]

Ashe Crossover Skins by Yee_YYee

Cowboy Bebop Ashe

Star Wars Ashe

SpongeBob Ashe

Toy Story Ashe

Final Fantasy Ashe

Silent Hill Ashe

Over the Garden Wall Ashe

Evangelion Ashe

Jojo’s Ashe

Fullmetal Ashe

#ashe #Overwatch #Fan Skin #fanskin #Yee_YYee #CrossOver #cowboy bebop #star wars #spongebob #Disney #toy story #final fantasy #silent hill #over the garden wall #evangelion #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Fullmetal Alchemist

[bixels]

What did/do you like about Pharah?

Uh, gameplay-wise, I really love characters in shooters who rely on three-dimensional movement techs. Chaining together hover and jump to stay in the air for as long as possible and keep momentum is so satisfying, and picking enemies off from the sky made me feel like a bird of prey. I was a good Pharah main.

Story-wise, there unfortunately isn't much to canonically go off because Pharah is so underutilized and neglected. Her personality's pretty boilerplate "heroic hero" (she's literally inspired by Captain America).

But it's the crumbs/bits and pieces that I really latched onto. Pharah's a confirmed lesbian; her short story with Baptiste implies she harbors a crush on Mercy (fucking thank you.). She's biracial Egyptian/First Nations. She has major mommy issues, having grown up both admiring and resenting Ana. She's the bridge between Old Overwatch, inspired by the idealized heroes who surrounded her childhood, and New Overwatch. She's one of the only inter-generational characters in the cast; someone whose experiences span the gap, which is why I seriously believe Pharah would make a great main character.

There isn't much to go off of, though; she's a very uncomplicated character (she's a soldier for a private military corporation, lol.). But that just means she's a blank slate character, so I've seen fanfic writers run wild and create some really interesting takes on her. My favorite interpretation of her's a dense, herbo gym-bro type (a lot of her liens are about work outs, exercising, and playing sports) who's easily excitable under her seemingly self-serious, armored visage. We see how she tends to gloat and hype herself up when she's on a streak too, so Pharah definitely has a competitive and boastful side under her more professional and militant performance.

Now Mercy? Mercy is a real complex character.

#i was a diehard pharmercy shipper back then btw #the inherent homoerotic experience of pharmercy gameplay. #the homoerotic experience of looking to the skies to fly to safety under the protection of your knight in shining armor #the homoerotic experience of feeling white hot murderous rage at an enemy trying to pick off your pocket mercy #i still kinda despise gency lmao. you cannot convince me mercy would be in love with genji. at all. #he'd make her feel so uncomfortable and guilty. in my head. the canon is obviously different #gency is sexless. absolutely zero bite or tension. #i could go on about mercy and how her character has so much missed potential #i'm no longer in my overwatch fandom phase but #i still think about that new flirty line they added in ow2 where mercy goes “ahh you're like my knight in shining armor!” #and pharah goes “that's what i'm goin for ;)” and i sigh dreamily #really happy that pharah outright says she's a lesbian too but it's hard to feel good about rep when you know blizzard uses it for pr #to be honest i'm willing to bet cash that blizzard's keeping pharmercy in their back pocket as ammo for the next controversy #last year we already saw logs about pharah fretting and taking care of mercy and the two talking about how good it is to see each other #tbh pharah has the same energy/demeanor as applejack. cheerful and competitive in a can of whoopass #but yeah overall pharah's a pretty shallow character. i have IDEAS on how i'd go about deepening her but. whatever #that's sorta what happens when you have to juggle a cast of 40 characters. a lot get left with the bare minimum #ok so i wrote this entire post up saying that pharah isn't in ow2's storymode when she is. she's in the story i just. forgot #because she doesn't do or contribute anything interesting #ok i'm stopping here. overwatch's story is such an interesting narrative mess i could go on for hours #i dunno how you come up with such incredible character designs and give them such an unincredible story #it's also so so so interesting seeing the conflicting takes on characters the writers have #mercy in gameplay and voicelines is peppy and cheerful and optimistic #but mercy in the storymode journal logs is tired. jaded. a total shut in who forgets to leave her room and social #and YES! THAT'S WHAT I WANT!!! THAT'S MERCY TO ME!!! THE DOCTOR WHO FORGETS TO TAKE CARE OF HERSELF #ask me #anon

[honeywafflez1art]

He makes her laugh :) 🌸📐

#Inspired by the short story of them at the Arcology🥹🥹🥹 #Theyre so cute that idc where Blizzard will end up taking their relationship it'll still be awesome #The way they find comfort in each other AUGH #Also can't wait for her to break outta those corporate chains!!! u go girl #overwatch #overwatch 2 #symmetra #lifeweaver #satya vaswani #niran pruksamanee

[milagrosen]

Next..The Return of the Witch☾

#Genji still has no Junkenstein story skin & at this point they owe us a tit #overwatch #OW #ow2 #doodle #just a doodle cause im still trying to get back to drawing #i know neither of his halloween skins have shirts but still

[soniarten]

Meihem was my first ship in ow and its still my favorite of all !!

Here some behind the scenes AU

#art #artwork #digital art #fanart #overwatch #my art #procreate #ship art #junkrat #meihem #junkmei #mei #jamison fawkes #mei ow #instagram #story #behind the scenes

[dragon-tidbits]

My taste is... something to behold I'm sure.

#First vs Latest #Gravity Falls #Stanford Pines #Stanley Pines #Sona #Overwatch #Jamison Fawkes #Junkrat #Mako Rutledge #Roadhog #They come in pairs #You know when I'm obsessed when I write self insert stories #and to no one's surprise I'm also a dragon person in the Overwatch story #Fun Fact I used to know where all of Junkrat's freckles were I drew him so much #The serotonin from these people fills my life

[sortaferal]

I'm here to deliver all the Gabriel Reyes ( that were NEW ) art that was in the Declassified book to the masses. You're welcome.

#overwatch #gabriel reyes #reaper #ow2 #they had some old art too like the image of the trio in ana's origin story #and a bunch of Venice incident images too but these are all of them

[angeltannis]

I maintain that giving Symmetra a flamboyant college roommate who flunked out and became an internationally wanted flower criminal and who is like “Satya my friend my darling my bestie 🤩” while Satya is like Marge Shielding Her Eyes.png is the funniest thing they could have done with her character 7 years into the series

#overwatch #Symmetra #lifeweaver #hhhh I can’t wait for their short story BLIZZ DROP IT ALREADY 🔪