#bodhxsattva

[dragxnfall]

bodhxsattva replied to your post: i want to ship with my girls pls :<

I’ll kill your hotspot if you don’t get to get on OW at least once and snag Sym’s new skin because she’s hot

surprisingly im not that wild about it. i prefer lucio's the most actually. just gotta hold out until thurs when the guy from google fiber comes to save me from this hell of being internet-less

[dontcallmejoel]

bodhxsattva replied to your post: hey Demi! I'm pretty sure I've already said this...

we are all love demi

[[ a mistake, really ]]

[gamfcowboy-archived]

🔮 ;0 🔮

Send me 🔮 for one thought your muse might hear if they could read my muse’s mind.

...he’s always floatin’ around but it’s real low. Wonder if he could float higher? Mebbe over my head. Heh. His ass would be over my head. HEH. I’d have an actual asshat! Shit that’s funny as hell.

[seethroughdragoneyes-blog]

“Want to go pick out pumpkins?”

   Autumn starters > ; status: accepting

    Pumpkin picking. Honestly, out of the whole years the stoic archer has gotten to enjoy the festivities of Autumn, he has never once gone to pick out a pumpkin. He never really had time to sit down and pick one, to carve it into something spooky or something beautiful. He never stays in one place long enough to actually keep it. The idea kind of baffles him how he’s not done it before.

     “I have never done pumpkin picking,” it’s surprising to hear Hanzo admit that he hasn’t done something. He’s always proud, perhaps arrogant enough to never admit his faults. Today, around Zenyatta, he seems more relaxed, more open, “Where do we go to do such a thing?”

[thefaceshopclerk]

[Closed Starter for bodhxsattva ]

Zaviana sighs deeply, forlornly,  as they sit on the ground in the gardens near one of the numerous carved fountains. They know they’ll eventually be found again by the servants and hounded as they’re taken care of and ‘pampered’ by the lot of them. But for now, they attempt to enjoy their peace and quiet, time to think and dwell on their situation. Daydreaming of being free of this place, their paradise of a Prison without having to make a single wish. Though they’re very much aware that that isn’t happening anytime soon, it’s still...helpful, they suppose, to imagine it.  To feel a little bit of happiness and comfort. 

They jump in surprise when there’s the sound of heavy boots running and a shouting about an ‘intruder’ ., and without hesitation, they gracefully spring up onto their feet and run toward where the main entrance had been. At least ten guards are running out of it. If course, they try to sneakily follow behind them. They’re almost out when, in their haste, they bump into one of the many carved marble columns. Instantly, there are servants blocking their way. Holding food and clothing and jewelry, going on about their schedule. Just long enough for the exist to waver and disappear. Clenching their fists and gritting their teeth, seething with resentment, Zaviana has some choice words with the ever calm and smiling servants, threatening to break the hands of anyone that attempted to touch them or guide them anywhere. 

This had been their chance, and they had fucked it up. They had been so close. It’s enough to make hem want to weep. They wouldn’t, not in front of any one of these manipulative bastards. Storming back to their room they slam the somewhat heavy, ornate door shut and sits at the end of the bed. They try to breathe, hold back the tears, meditate, talk to themself...but all that comes out of them is a frustrated, bitter sob.

All they can hope for is that whoever the intruder was, they made it here too. At least that way, they potentially would have someone from the outside to suffer with. A terrible thought, they know but right now...they won’t berate themself for it.

@bodhxsattva

[hxnzoshimxdx]

Touch: Continued from here

Hanzo smiles gently, hand gently on the others back as he moves to guide Zenyatta back towards the door, “perhaps I am impatient, but you have lost yourself in helping with work down here. You need a break.”

His hand slides away, arm instead wrapping gently around him, a soft hum of amusement escaping the archer, “and by the sound of your yawning I am correct. You should rest a little. The paperwork will still be there when you wake.”

@bodhxsattva

[dfist]

WHILE REST DOES come easy, it doesn’t come often. Akande works himself to the bone and enjoys every second of it. His mind is busy, but not in a way that overwhelms him -- in fact, he lives for the challenge. Still, he knows how to relax when he reminds himself to do so... or when his lover drags him to bed. It’s with Zenyatta’s head and hand on his chest that he finds himself in his most restful state, and there is precious little he would trade moments like this for.

Unfortunately, there is still a trace of concern in the back of his mind, leftover from earlier in the day, before his lover returned to him after an absence Akande feels was too long. The kiss is welcome, and a soft sigh escapes wide nostrils.

He is quiet for a moment. He knows better than to worry, and he rarely does -- there is simply something about not hearing from Zenyatta for a while that sets him on edge. ❝ It is nothing, my dear. ❞ He clasps a large hand over Zenyatta’s gently, lovingly. ❝ Sometimes I simply want to hear your voice. ❞

( @bodhxsattva | ☆ )

[thexdragonxbecomesxme]

“Pass”

6. Sliding their hand over their bottom

Genji, in his youth, had been extremely accustomed to being groped at random points. In fact, he usually considered it  failure of a day if his ass wasn’t at least brushed up against. But that had gone the way of the dinosaur after his change. 

Apparently not today. He yelped a little in surprise before turning his head to see Zenyatta’s hand resting on the curve of his ass. 

He chuckled a little, looking at his lover. 

“Enjoying the view, master?”

[tetravaalmade-moved-blog]

He likes the other, he really does, and it's odd to think so much pain had lead him to the other ( that and a hand around his neck ; it was a good thing he didn't need to breath ). He's hesitant, young and unsure, head tilted to the side and leaning forward to ' kiss ' Chappie's cheek.

      It happens when Chappie is bent over his work bench, working on modifying some hover-mobile so he can slip it in and out of his little hideaway. The blip of static against his plating doesn’t send any warnings across his HUD- but it does make him pause, audial fins straightening as he turns to Zenyatta.

     It’s easy to forgot how young the monk is, with all of the spiritual wisdom he’s constantly spouting, and this makes Chappie reboot for a second. He’s over a hundred years old at this point- outdated machinery- and Zenyatta had essentially just kissed his cheek. Nobody had ever done that before.

     With a robotic huff that sounded as fond as it was exasperated Chappie touched his faceplate to the other bot’s cheek, returning the kiss, before going back to his tinkering, and shifting to sit closer to Zenyatta while he did. 

[lunchladymary-blog]

“Here, let me help you with that.”

Injury Starters

Mary is normally very careful, when she’s taking things out of the oven. But this time around, it was a very wide baking pan that she was using, as she was trying to make a jiggly cake. But, when she reached in to pull it out, the back of her hand made contact with the inside wall of the oven, causing her skin to burn painfully.

She hissed, but clenched her teeth, as she pulled the cake out, and only once it was finally set down on the counter to cool, did she address the redness of her palm.

“ I guess I should of used the oven mitts instead of just the rags, huh?” She chuckled, trying to hide just how much the burn was actually hurting. 

[dragxnfall]

@bodhxsattva replied to your post: unrelated bc im still cranking out asks from my...

why not widowmaycare

that is too advanced for my level of humor

[dontcallmejoel]

@bodhxsattva replied to your post “[[ Jesse “I have three shirts and I think one of them was just stolen”...”

zenyatta, wearing two of the shirts; (◑ ᴥ ◑ )

@valkyrieonlinex replied to your post: “[[ Jesse “I have three shirts and I think one of them was just stolen”...”

Angie, wearing the third shirt and his serape. "I have no idea what you're talking about"

Jesse, shirtless, holding his laundry basket in the corner, shaking his head like every goddamn time.

[gamfcowboy-archived]

“please don’t leave me alone.”

It would make sense babbled after a mission gone sour, but instead, it’s murmured between them after a tender coupling, with McCree still buried deep and a hundred emotions burning through his brain.

He isn’t even aware he’s said it out loud until Zenyatta lifts his head with those gentle hands and thumbs wipe away tears he doesn’t remember shedding. Coaxes him closer, until sticky, sweat-slick skin presses against metal and every breath reverberates back to him through the contact.

There’s too much sensation but not enough at the same time and he closes his eyes to block out some. Something.

That’s when he feels the gentle warmth start to emanate from his lover, the soft emotions that permeate his soul and fill in the cracks there. Fingers twined together, metal to flesh, and Jesse is cradled as if he is worth more than his skill or his bounty. As if he is precious.

“I will not leave you, Jesse.”

So many times they’ve traded those words, and he knows that it will happen again, too. There is too much danger, too much trauma for them to heal completely.

But right now, held close and being bathed in tranquility, he believes that this time... this time, he can believe it.

[lionhardtd]

💋 Kisses for grandpa !

“What did I do to receive these? Danke!” Reinhardt hums, a chuckle on his lips. He gently pats the omnic’s head.

[seethroughdragoneyes-blog]

     Omnics were always interesting--metal with a soul. Truthfully, the oni had never actually dabbled to see how different an omnic’s soul would taste compared to a normal human soul. Would it be more metalicy, or would it be the same?      Despite all that curiosity, Hanzo had yet to try it out with this specific omnic. This ex-monk, Zenyatta as he was introduced, had a certain peacefulness that rubbed off onto the demon. The comfort that made him relaxed enough to not care if he was showing his true form--often times, like now, Hanzo bumped his head against Zenyatta’s head, doing his best to not let his towering size cause harm to the omnic. He liked this omnic too much to injure.

    @bodhxsattva ; Oni!Hanzo Starter

[willbeshot]

             “Je suis beau~”