#casual dva

[stellyceliosarts]

🧡 Hero Sketches 1 🧡

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🧡 Felt like sketching some of the Heroes with my nice pencil brush, so here's some of the heroes! :D I really like how these came out!

🧡 Not gonna lie, all the art I'm seeing of Ram and Sojourn makes me want to ship them a bit... :3c

[omgangelhasashotgun]

without further ado- my first drabbles in 5+ years

ow headcannons- how they react to you having a vape(asking them to hit it)

reaper- he only smokes the occasional cigg and he thinks youre stupid for walking around sucking on a battery :( (hes told you this multiple times) :(

"hey, wanna hit this?" you ask casually, palming the little device his way, away from the gaze of Commander Morrison. he does a confused double take, eyebrows furrowing as he realizes what youre offering him.

"id rather die a slow death to tar fueled lung cancer." he growls, as if insulted you even thought to ask.

hazard- never hit one before but when he sees yours hes all fer tryin it :3

"Hey Haz, wanna hit this?" youre already tossing the the device his direction and he catches it immediately mimicking you and bringing it up to his lips.

"Wuts this about?" he gets out before inhaling entirely too big too much and you have to stifle a laugh as all hits the back of his throat and he gags, fighting for his life with the artificial overloading his system

"Oh, thats awful" he choked out, words blocked by the smoke that hes stilll hacking up.

dva- She has a strawberry dream puff bar bff likeeee hana already on that :3

"pstt... vape break?" you nudge the mechanic, breaking her out of her work trance.

"oohh yes please, i need to STRETCH" she says, getting up and dusting herself off. she snatches your vape from an out turned hand and take a big inhale, letting it out her nose a second later along with a sigh of relief.

"i dont care that the pesticides will kill me," she pauses taking another hit, "all the other bullshit will catch up to us first" you finish for her, following her gaze as you gesture at the "other bullshit", a mess of what used to be her mech, in need of a lot of TLC.

theres a small moment of silence, an odd peace filled only w the almost silent whirls of the tiny batteries, before the girl tosses you back your device, winks and gets back to business.

<3

[supernova41st]

Tf2 masterlist (updated!)

Favs - ♡

Headcanons 🪖

• Tf2 x nice!Reader *1 (Scout, Medic, Soldier) ♡

• Tf2 x nice!Reader *2 (Pyro, Sniper, Spy)

• Tf2 x Dva!Reader (Engineer, Medic, Spy) ♡

• Tf2 x Flustered!Reader (Medic, Scout, Engineer) ♡

• Tf2 x Puppylove!Reader (Spy, Scout, Medic)

• Tf2 x Motherly!Reader (Sniper, Scout, Engineer, Pyro) ♡

• Tf2 x Mercy!Reader (Medic, Scout)

• Tf2 x Tomboy!Reader (Sniper, Scout)

• Tf2 x Teen!Reader

• Tf2 x Juno!Reader (Engineer, Sniper, Medic, Soldier, Demoman, Spy, Scout) ♡

• Tf2 x Sleepy!Reader (Spy, Sniper, Medic)

• Tf2 x Uncanny!Reader (Scout, Engineer, Spy, Pyro)

Sets/Oneshots ⚾️

• Pink Robin’ (Sniper x reader)

• WHERES THE BEACH? (Tf2 x Reader) ♡

• so unkawaii of you.. (Tf2 x reader) ♡

• Getting trashy (Demoman x reader)

• Smell of books (Scout x reader)

• Big brother scout (Scout x reader)

• Is it casual now? (Scout x reader)

[mspaintbrush]

Lucio thoughts

Sleeps in a hammock (he needs this weight of sinking into the cloth and the whole thing still moving slightly)

Topless with baggy comfy pants, hair cap to protect braids

Morning routine: wake up, clean face, moisturize skin and hair, trim beard, put hair up, go into kitchen, brew coffee (black, pure, raw energy - Overwatch coffee isnt as strong as the brazilian coffee he is used to, so as a treat he gets some imported), lil bit of breadrolls/toast with butter

Dog person, spoiling Murphy

Still gets along fine with cats though, Mitzi likes to chill in his room (Mitzi lives at the base in my head because yes)

Owns several pairs of heelies

If he doesnt wear skates he wears heelies

Would put rolls on patent shoes to wear with a suit

Skates in the halls and gets flamed by Phara for it (continues to do it, nothing will stop the rio drift)

Would be great at skateboarding but never actually tried it even though its on his bucket list (Genji was a skateboard kid for sure, he would definitely love to teach him)

Can play guitar and ukulele

Strumming a little tune helps him calm down and keep his fingers and head occupied

Regularily carries both his instruments around the base and forgets where they are (lore behind the guitar in helicarrier spawn)

Baggy comfy clothes for the win, comfort over style

Used to casually wear a lot of sports team shirts and still does

Gets cold quickly (brazil curse) so often wearing more layers than others (bro is already complaining at around 25°C/77°F)

Saw snow for the first time in his life just one year ago and still gets all bubbly and excited when Mei tells him its going to be snowing during a mission/at the base

Desperately needs social contact and feels anxiously lonely very quickly

Charges up by being around people and just enjoying their company, even if everyone is kinda doing their own thing

Often hangs around DVa, Bap or Brig since they are very cheerful and fun to be around

They play videogames together (Im sure DVa owns a retro game collection so they play wii sports or guitar hero or smth)

Eats burger with knife and fork and gets laughed at for it

Good cook! Likes veggies :)

Dont look at the state of the kitchen after he is done though

Not the most organized or tidiest person, proud owner of a clothing pile in the corner of his room

That clothing pile is Mitzi's favourite spot

Honestly I see him having his hammock hung up over his normal bed. And he uses the bed as a couch or storage room even when Winston offered him multiple times to take it out of the room.

When you visit his room you just hear "oh wait I'll make some space" and the noise of a bunch of stuff being "moved" to the floor before he offers you to sit on the bed

One of the people you'd hear roaming through the base at 2am looking for food or his guitar he left somewhere

At the same time very concerned about other people's sleep schedule (DVa will not know peace)

Responsible for the music playing during helicarrier flights, master of the aux cord

Custom mixtapes based on destination (he takes it very serious)

Has playlists set up for each Overwatch Agent and carefully builds them up as he tries to figure out everyone's music taste

this started because Reinhardt asked him about David Hasselhoff

not everyone knows about their playlists yet, Lucio himself decides when the time is right to solemnly present it

[zenithangelic]

Hello! I love your overwatch fanfics. Could I request an Overwatch x gn reader fics? Reader takes some OW ladies to the mall. Which shops would they visit? What would they buy for themselves ( and their s/o?) Would they go to a coffee shop, or restaurant there? Characters I would be interested in are Mercy, D.Va, Widowmaker, Kiriko, and Tracer. But if you only write about the first two, that would be good enough for me. Thanks in advance.

Overwatch Mall Dates

-(seperate) mercy, dva, widowmaker, kiriko, tracer x gn!reader

Mercy

The glass doors of the shopping mall slide open as you and Angela step inside, greeted by the cool air conditioning and the hum of chatter from shoppers passing by. A gentle smile plays on her lips as she takes in the lively atmosphere. She’s dressed in casual yet elegant attire, a soft cream-colored blouse tucked into high-waisted jeans, her golden hair tied into a loose ponytail.

“I haven’t been to a mall in ages,” she admits with a chuckle, adjusting the strap of her crossbody bag. “But this will be fun, ja?”

You nod enthusiastically, already envisioning all the stores you’ll visit together. She reaches for your hand, her fingers warm as they intertwine with yours.

Mercy, being the brilliant scientist she is, is naturally drawn to technology stores. As you step inside one filled with the latest gadgets, her eyes light up with curiosity. She walks up to a display of smartwatches and picks one up, studying it with interest.

“These have come a long way,” she murmurs, glancing at you. “Do you have one?”

You shake your head, and she grins. “Perhaps I should get one for you. It would be good for tracking your health!”

You chuckle, knowing she’s always looking out for your well-being. Eventually, she decides to buy a sleek, high-tech fitness band for herself and a matching one for you. She playfully fastens it around your wrist before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Now we can monitor each other,” she teases.

The next stop is a large, cozy bookstore. The scent of freshly printed pages and coffee from the café in the corner fills the air. Mercy instinctively heads toward the medical section, skimming through various books on neuroscience and cutting-edge medical research. You can’t help but admire how dedicated she is to her work.

But she doesn’t just stick to medicine. Her fingers trail over the spines of novels, and she eventually picks up a beautifully bound collection of poetry.

“I love poetry,” she confesses. “There’s something so soothing about the way words can help heal just like medicine.”

She flips through the pages and smiles. “This one is for me.”

Not wanting to leave you empty-handed, she urges you to pick something out as well. Whether it’s a novel, a graphic novel, or even a journal, she insists on buying it for you.

“A good book is an investment,” she says warmly. “And I would love to hear your thoughts when you finish it.”

Mercy isn’t overly concerned with fashion, but she enjoys looking at elegant and practical clothing. She drags you into a boutique filled with stylish yet comfortable outfits.

“Try this,” she says, holding up a soft sweater in a color she thinks would suit you. “I think it would look wonderful on you.”

She watches as you try on a few items, offering small nods of approval. When she picks something for herself—a simple yet sophisticated blouse—you insist on buying it for her as a gift.

She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t protest too much, her cheeks slightly pink. “I suppose it would be rude to refuse a gift from my partner,” she teases, kissing your cheek.

After all the shopping, you both decide to unwind at the arcade. Mercy isn’t one for video games, but she’s intrigued by the claw machines and lighthearted challenges. You guide her to a two-player shooting game, and she smirks.

“This should be easy,” she muses, gripping the plastic gun. “Precision is my specialty.”

And she proves it. With swift reflexes and sharp focus, she beats your score effortlessly. She turns to you with a triumphant smile. “Perhaps I should join Overwatch’s gaming division?” she jokes.

She also takes an interest in the claw machines, her competitive streak showing as she tries multiple times to win you a plushie. When she finally succeeds, she hands you the soft toy with an accomplished grin.

“For you, my dear.”

After hours of walking, Mercy suggests a break at a charming little coffee shop. The two of you settle into a corner booth, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. She orders a classic cappuccino, while you choose your preferred drink.

She sighs contentedly, stirring her coffee. “Days like these are important,” she murmurs. “Life moves so fast—we forget to slow down and simply enjoy it.”

You nod in agreement, reaching for her hand across the table. She smiles, giving your fingers a gentle squeeze.

You both talk about everything and nothing—your favorite parts of the day, funny moments from work, dreams for the future. There’s no rush, no urgency, just the warmth of each other’s company.

As the day winds down, Mercy looks at you fondly. “Thank you for today,” she says softly. “I had a wonderful time.”

She then tilts her head playfully. “Same time next weekend?”

You laugh, nodding. “Absolutely.”

D.Va

You meet Hana outside the mall. She grins when she sees you, adjusting her oversized sweatshirt, a soft pink that matches her signature colors. Her brown hair is tied into twin pigtails, bouncing with each excited step she takes.

"Oh my gosh, we are gonna have so much fun!" she exclaims, practically dragging you forward by the hand. "Where do we start first? Gaming store? Snacks? Ooooh, maybe we should hit up the arcade right away!"

You laugh at her enthusiasm, letting her take the lead. "You pick, Hana. It’s your day too."

She gives you a mischievous wink. "Then buckle up, babe! This is gonna be the best mall date ever."

Hana naturally starts heading toward the gaming section of the electronics store, eyes lighting up at the sight of new releases and high-end peripherals.

"Look at this headset!" she gasps, picking up a sleek model. "This would totally up my game—well, not that I need help, but it would be nice."

You chuckle. "You want it?"

She hesitates for a moment before smirking. "I mean... it’s not like I need it, but… okay, yes, I totally want it. But I’m getting you something too!" She spins around and scans the shelves before grabbing a game she knows you’ve had your eye on.

"Fair trade?" she asks, offering it with a bright smile.

You take the game, nodding. "Deal."

Next, she tugs you into an international snack shop, eyes gleaming at all the colorful packages.

"Oh my god, look! Korean honey butter chips!" she exclaims, grabbing a bag and hugging it dramatically. "These are my childhood in a bag. You HAVE to try them!"

She also stocks up on some Japanese Ramune sodas and a variety of candy, tossing a few surprise treats into your basket as well.

"We’ll need these for later," she says, winking. "Movie marathon later at my place?"

You nod eagerly. "Absolutely."

D.Va isn’t usually one for high fashion, but she loves comfy clothes and statement pieces. She pulls you into a boutique filled with stylish streetwear and casual fits.

"Oooooh, look at this hoodie!" she squeals, holding up a pastel-colored oversized hoodie with a cute bunny design. "Do you think this is too much?"

You shake your head. "It’s perfect for you!"

She tries it on, striking a dramatic pose. "Guess I gotta get it then! But only if you pick out something too."

She helps you browse, insisting on finding something that makes you feel as comfortable as she does in her new hoodie. Eventually, she picks out a piece of the same colour—maybe a jacket, or even socks, anything to subtly twin with you.

"Now we’re an unstoppable duo!" she laughs.

It wouldn’t be a date with D.Va without a trip to the arcade. She beelines straight for the rhythm games, cracking her knuckles with a confident smirk.

"Hope you’re ready to lose," she teases, already stepping onto the dance pad.

Despite your best efforts, she absolutely demolishes you at Dance Dance Revolution. She’s practically a blur, moving flawlessly to the beat.

"Not bad, babe," she teases, ruffling your hair. "But maybe I should coach you?"

You get your revenge at a racing game, where a well-timed drift secures your victory. She gasps in mock betrayal. "HOW?! I am literally a pro at this!"

She pouts but laughs, shaking her head. "Okay, okay, you got me. But next time, I’m totally getting my win back."

Before leaving, she spots a claw machine and gets that determined look in her eye. "Wait. I need to win something for you."

After several failed attempts, she finally snags a plushie—a tiny, chubby bunny that she eagerly hands over to you.

"There! Proof of my love," she declares, eagerly awaiting your reaction.

You smile, holding the plushie close. "I love it."

After hours of fun, the two of you decide to take a break at a bubble tea café. She orders a taro milk tea with extra boba and suggests you try something new.

"You always stick to the same flavors," she teases. "Branch out! Try this one, it’s my favorite."

She steals a sip of yours before you even get a chance to taste it. "Mmmm, not bad," she hums. "But mine’s better."

You both sit by the window, sipping your drinks and watching people pass by.

"This was fun," she says, resting her head against your shoulder. "I needed this. Just a chill day with you, no responsibilities, no stress."

You squeeze her hand, and she grins, nudging you. "We gotta do this again. Maybe next time, we’ll bring some friends and make it a full-on outing. But don’t worry, you’re still my favorite person to goof around with."

As the sun starts to set, she stretches and smirks. "Sooo... still on for movie night at my place? Snacks and cuddles included?"

You nod, grinning. "Lead the way."

Widowmaker

The air in the shopping mall is thick with chatter and the soft hum of background music. The neon lights from various storefronts cast colorful reflections against the polished floors. As you step inside, Amélie follows beside you, her gait elegant and deliberate, her golden eyes scanning the environment with quiet scrutiny. She wears a fitted black turtleneck, dark skinny jeans, and heeled boots—an effortlessly sophisticated look that makes her stand out even in a crowd.

“I do not understand the appeal of malls,” she says, folding her arms as she surveys the bustling scene around her. “Too many people. Too much noise.”

You smirk, nudging her playfully. “That’s why we’re here together. To make it more tolerable.”

She exhales softly, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Very well. Lead the way, mon amour.”

Amélie isn’t one for frivolous shopping, but she does have a taste for the finer things in life. You guide her into an upscale fashion boutique, where the air smells of expensive perfumes and the racks are lined with designer pieces.

She trails her fingers over a sleek, navy-blue dress, tilting her head slightly as she examines the fabric. “This is elegant,” she murmurs, seemingly lost in thought.

You watch her with interest. “You should try it on.”

She gives you a look, arching a delicate brow. “Perhaps. But only if you find something as well.”

After some searching, she selects a deep wine-red scarf for you. “This will suit you,” she states simply before making her way to the fitting rooms.

When she steps out, the dress hugs her figure perfectly, and for the briefest moment, a small, almost imperceptible smile crosses her lips as she meets your gaze.

“Stunning,” you say sincerely.

She smirks, running her fingers through your hair. “You are not so bad yourself.”

Next, you find yourself in a specialty perfume boutique. Amélie takes an immediate interest, her sharp senses attuned to even the subtlest of fragrances.

She picks up a deep violet-colored bottle and sprays a tester strip, bringing it close to her nose. “Rich. Sophisticated. Hints of night jasmine,” she notes aloud, offering the strip to you.

You inhale and nod. “It suits you.”

She selects a second bottle, a lighter scent with citrus undertones, and holds it up to you. “And this one… it reminds me of you.”

The intimate moment is not lost on you. She purchases the jasmine fragrance for herself and, to your surprise, buys the citrus one as well.

“A reminder of today,” she murmurs, tucking it away in her bag.

At your suggestion, you step into a small, modern art gallery nestled within the mall. Amélie's sharp gaze flickers over the paintings and sculptures with something akin to appreciation.

She pauses before an abstract painting of a midnight cityscape. “There is something… haunting about it,” she observes. “A quiet loneliness.”

You nod, standing beside her. “Do you like it?”

She takes a lingering glance before turning to you. “Perhaps.”

Moving on from the painting, she notices a small, delicate figurine—a silver ballerina frozen mid-pirouette.

“You danced once, didn’t you?” you ask gently.

She nods, tracing the figurine’s pose with her fingertip. “A long time ago.”

She quickly averts her eyes and moves on without another word.

When you suggest a stop at the arcade, she gives you an incredulous look. “You think I would enjoy such a place?”

“Trust me,” you say with a grin.

The moment she sees the virtual shooting range, however, a smirk tugs at her lips. “Ah. Now I see.”

She steps up to the machine, selecting the hardest difficulty without hesitation. With effortless precision, she takes shot after shot, her reflexes impossibly fast. The attendant stares, slack-jawed, as she clears the entire challenge with a perfect score.

“You're enjoying this!” you note with a chuckle.

She lowers the plastic gun, her expression unreadable. “Perhaps.”

As the day winds down, the two of you retreat to a quiet café away from the crowds. She orders an espresso, the deep aroma of coffee curling through the air.

She watches you over the rim of her cup, studying you in that meticulous way she always does. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

You smile. “I did. And you?”

She tilts her head slightly, considering. “It was… not unpleasant.”

You chuckle. “I’ll take that as a win.”

She sets her cup down, eyes softening just slightly, and a hint of a smile on her lips. “Perhaps we should do this again sometime.”

You take her hand in yours, pressing a light kiss to her knuckles. “I’d like that.”

Kiriko

The moment you step into the shopping mall, Kiriko spins around on her heel and grins at you, her energy infectious. She's wearing a casual hoodie, paired with leggings and sneakers that let her move freely.

“I hope you’re ready for an adventure!” she exclaims, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the first set of stores. “Malls are full of surprises, you just have to know where to look.”

You chuckle, letting her lead. “I trust your judgment. Where to first?”

She taps her chin in exaggerated thought before smirking. “Somewhere fun, obviously.”

Before you can blink, Kiriko has already pulled you into a bustling arcade, her eyes immediately locking onto the rhythm game section. She bounces on the balls of her feet, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Oh! Dance Battle?” she asks, nudging you toward the flashing game. “Think you can keep up?”

You laugh, stepping onto the pad beside her. “We’ll see.”

The moment the game starts, Kiriko moves like a blur, effortlessly stepping to the beat with perfect timing. She giggles, throwing in a playful spin before landing back on her mark. “C’mon, you gotta move faster than that!”

Despite your best efforts, she completely outmatches you, and when the round ends, she throws her arms up in victory. “That’s one win for me! What’s next?”

She challenges you to a shooting game next, surprising you with her dead-on accuracy. “Ninja reflexes,” she teases. “It’s kind of my thing.”

You shake your head, grinning. “I should’ve known.”

Before leaving, she insists on playing a claw machine. “I’m totally winning you something,” she declares confidently, cracking her knuckles.

Several failed attempts later, she groans in frustration before finally managing to grab a small fox plushie. She holds it up triumphantly. “Aha! Behold! Your very own lucky fox guardian!” She presses it into your hands with a proud grin. “Take good care of them.”

After working up an appetite at the arcade, Kiriko drags you toward a Japanese food stall. Her eyes sparkle as she surveys the selection, her fingers twitching as if unsure what to grab first.

“Oh man, they have taiyaki!” she exclaims, pointing at the golden, fish-shaped pastries filled with custard. She orders one and immediately takes a bite, sighing in satisfaction.

“You have to try this,” she insists, breaking off a piece and holding it up for you. When you take a bite, she watches you expectantly. “Good, right?”

You nod. “Delicious.”

She then buys a few packs of mochi and matcha-flavored candies, tossing an extra bag into your hands. “For later,” she says with a wink. “Snacking is an important part of any adventure.”

Kiriko’s excitement reaches new heights when she spots an anime and collectibles store. “Okay, we have to go in here.”

The moment you step inside, she’s already darting between aisles, gasping at figurines, plushies, and posters of her favorite series. She picks up a fox mask and holds it up to her face. “Think this would make me look even cooler?”

You chuckle. “You don’t need any help in that department.”

She grins, setting the mask down before grabbing a keychain featuring a tiny kitsune charm. “This one’s for you,” she says, handing it to you. “To remind you of me.”

You take it, touched by the gesture. “Thanks, Kiriko.”

You both move onto clothes shopping. Kiriko is less interested in high fashion and more in finding comfortable, stylish streetwear. She picks out a hoodie with fox ears and immediately pulls it on over her current one.

“What do you think?” she asks, spinning around. “Too much?”

You smirk. “It’s very you.”

Satisfied, she picks out a matching one for you. “Now we can be a team,” she jokes, nudging your side.

She also snags a few socks with tiny fox patterns, holding them up proudly. “These are essential,” she declares.

“Essential for what?”

She grins. “For being awesome.”

As the day winds down, Kiriko drags you to a bubble tea café, claiming it as the perfect way to end the adventure. She orders a matcha milk tea with extra pearls and excitedly watches as you try a new flavour she recommends.

She takes a long sip and leans back in her chair with a satisfied sigh. “This was a good day.”

You nod, mirroring her relaxed posture. “It was.”

She twirls her straw between her fingers before looking at you with a teasing smile. “See? Told you malls could be fun.”

You chuckle. “You're right, I had a great time.”

Kiriko stretches her arms above her head and then rests her chin on her hands. “Next time, we’ll have to plan something even bigger.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Even bigger?”

She grins. “Obviously. This is only the beginning.”

With a final sip of her drink, she hops up, reaching for your hand. “C’mon, let’s go. We still have a whole evening ahead of us.”

Tracer

The doors of the shopping mall slide open, and in a blink, Lena is already a few steps ahead of you, spinning on her heel with a bright grin. She wears a casual bomber jacket over a simple tee, ripped jeans, and her signature orange-tinted goggles perched on her forehead. Her short brown hair bounces as she shifts her weight from foot to foot, practically buzzing with excitement.

“C’mon, love! No time to waste!” she chirps, grabbing your wrist and gently tugging you forward. “We’ve got a whole mall to conquer!”

You chuckle, matching her pace. “You act like we’re on a mission.”

“Every day’s a mission if you do it right!” she winks. “First stop—hmm—oh! Let’s find somethin’ fun!”

Lena zips toward a sneaker shop, pressing her hands against the glass before turning back to you with a determined look. “Alright, hear me out. I should get some new shoes, yeah?”

She’s already inside before you can reply, weaving through the aisles, eyes darting from one display to the next. She holds up a pair of high-tops, then a flashy set of running shoes, glancing at you for approval.

“These? Or these?” she asks, holding them side by side. “Speed or style?”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re already fast. Do you really need running shoes?”

She gasps dramatically. “Oi! Every second counts!”

Eventually, she settles on a sleek, lightweight pair—perfect for quick movement. But before leaving, she insists on picking a matching pair for you. “Gotta keep up with me somehow,” she teases, nudging you playfully.

The next stop is a videogame store, Lena darts straight to the new releases, eyes widening as she skims the shelves.

“Oh! Look at this one!” she exclaims, pointing at a fast-paced racing game. “Bet I could beat ya at it!”

You smirk. “Confident, are we?”

She grins mischievously. “More like realistic.”

After a quick back-and-forth, you both decide to pick up a multiplayer game to play together later. She slings an arm around your shoulder as you both head towards the checkout.

Lena has a very distinct style—effortlessly cool with a touch of rebellious charm. So when you both pass a trendy streetwear store, she practically bounces inside, scanning the racks with keen interest.

“Oh, now this is proper wicked,” she says, pulling out a cropped bomber jacket. She holds it up against herself, then eyes you. “You’d look great in one too!”

She insists on matching jackets, and after some playful coaxing, you agree. She also picks up a new beanie and a set of fingerless gloves, which she immediately puts on.

“Nice, right?” she asks, wiggling her fingers. “Looks like I’m ready for a heist.”

“You’re plenty mischievous without the gloves.”

She throws her head back in laughter. “Guilty as charged!”

After all the shopping, Lena’s stomach lets out an audible growl. She dramatically clutches her stomach. “I'm starving!”

You lead her toward the food court, where she scans the stalls, eyes gleaming. “Oh! Burgers? Sushi? Chicken?"

She eventually settles on a little bit of everything. As she digs in, she chats between bites, telling animated stories from past Overwatch missions.

“So there I was, blinkin’ in and out, dodging lasers, and then—bam! Right hook to the baddie, and he’s down for the count!”

You shake your head, amused. “You’re impossible.”

She smirks. “That’s why you love me.”

On your way out, Lena spots an old-school photo booth. Her eyes light up. “Oh, we have to do this!”

She pulls you inside before you can protest, stuffing a few coins into the slot. “Alright, make funny faces!”

The machine clicks away as she leans into you, pulling faces—one with her tongue sticking out, another where she pretends to be mid-blink. In the last frame, she turns suddenly and kisses your cheek just as the camera flashes.

When the photos print, she snatches them up, beaming. “Look at us, a right pair of troublemakers.”

You shake your head, taking one of the strips. “We make a good team.”

She grins, stuffing her set into her jacket pocket. “The best.”

As the two of you walk out of the mall, she loops an arm around your waist. “Same time next weekend?”

You smirk. “Only if you don’t leave me in the dust.”

She laughs, leaning into you. “No promises, love.”

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[wildwinterlunas]

Blinks at you with eyes SO wide

More Cassidy headcanons and/or Bapissidy content please...if you're up for it of course

I'm honest to god running out of Cassidy head canons so your going to get Bapssidy head canons.

While Pharah is the first person to figure out that Baptiste likes Cassidy, Angela is the first to figure it out that Cassidy likes Baptiste. She proceeded to tease him and then proceeded to become his wing women.

Since both of them have been in a few relationships before they started dating they are both rather casual about things, like first kiss and first date were just a very chill situation for them.

They both like sharing food and different recipes from their childhoods, though Cassidy is the better cook of the two.

They both get really bad nightmares so more often then not one of them will wake up in the middle of the night and not be able to sleep, they both try and not wake the other up but it always fails for both of them.

When sleeping they don't really cuddle? They more just...star fish on top of each other.

One time before they started dating and after a long mission, Cassidy ended up sleeping and falling onto Baptists shoulder. Bap proceeded to not move for the entire ride back to Gibraltar, Genji has a photo of this and has shown it to Fareeha and Angela.

They aren't big on PDA but the one thing they constantly do is hold hands, other than that their more intimate moments are more in private. The only exception is either after a long distance mission or after one of them does something life threateningly stupid.

They both make fun of Talon on missions, especially Reaper, Cassidy has talked mad shit on Reyes and they both use that to mess with him.

DVA has called them both "Dad" at some point, sometimes it's on accident, sometimes it's for a joke.

Cassidy usually wakes up hours before Baptiste (he's a farm boy at heart so he wakes up ungodly early) so usually if it's a quiet day Cassidy would make them both breakfast.

Baptiste absolutely loves how dramatic Cassidy can be sometimes, however he's also one of the only people who can tell when he's being dramatic and when he's being serious.

Neither of them let the other live down how they first met, Baptiste always reminds Cassidy that he punched him in the face, Cassidy always reminds Baptiste that he thought it was a good idea to sneak up on the ex-Blackwatch second in command using Talon tactics.

Baptiste takes Cassidy to his home in Haiti during the holidays and Cassidy loves it there. He loves the sense of community, the weather, everything, he was also introduced to Roseline and now Cassidy helps send back money to the clinic there.

[coffeestainedcamera]

DVa getting nerfed prob makes sense bc I keep stomping people as a filthy casual. Like, infinite ammo, lots of armor, the 2nd chance via pilot mode, the block move, mobility via the boost move, and that ult def are a lethal combo. And unless I'm against Zarya, it feels like I can just not give a f.

But man, will I miss this meta.

[yumeblue]

okay wait too like. when artists draw casual dva in like super cutesy outfits its so ooc to me like of course people want to characterize her that way but i know for certain shes a korean woman entering her 20s who spends all her time working on mechs or shes in public as an idol she is going to wear oversized tshirts and airport fits sorry

[anonthefold]

General Consensus is that season 14... sucks?

It is all the buzz i see online lately and I am kind of curious as to why people think it is bad. I have noticed that my matches have been much more polarizing with high diamond-masters DPS lobbies to high silver low plat in quick play. Comp I haven't touched yet this season because 1st week is usually a dumpster fire. Which brings me to my first statement: Season 14 has only been out for like 7 days. There is always a little soft reset for MMR at the beginning of a season for people who haven't played for a while or played certain roles in a while. But I think that is has a lot to do with Rivals releasing and maybe getting some of the time of OW players? Less people in queue = more wider range qp matches to keep times down low. It doesn't bother me at all. Some games I get rolled and can't do anything about it and some games I roll and they can't. It doesn't amount to anything except lifetime stats. Comp will always be weird in the first week but after that it is pretty balanced. I'm having fun still. I am kind of shocked no widow changes and the changes that did happen at the beginning of the season seem very strange. (As of writing this they just emergency patched the buffs to Sojourn which kinda sucks but I get why). My MMR for tank degraded a little so now I have awesome fun tank games again!

Going to put a cut here for media clogblog:

Since king's row those were all Tank queue and I got to play everything from Rein to Zarya to DVa to Mauga I even played a little Orisa!

But this game:

It was the last one I did tonight and well... Mauga still kind of overtuned. But the whole tank quest only started because I was asking my friend who lives in Japan if she wanted to have an off role goofy night (on account that she had a really rough night). It helped break her of her funk so mission accomplished.

Early today I broke out the Ana to remind myself how to play her again and I had one game on Junkertown that led to this delightful interaction:

Take note: the Mercy getting 7 elims can only mean one thing....

And just because it brought me so much joy I decided to record the replay.

Yeah, it happened. Twice. No Regrets.

*ps >>> Mercy got PotG. Forgot to mention that.

*please understand I was warming up to Ana in the beginning of the game as I have been playing pretty much every other support this past week with a priority of Kiriko. Yes, my nades were sloppy and i missed shots. The muscle memory comes back at about the end of 1st point.

And also to note:

It takes me a week of casual playing to complete the battle pass but I also prioritize daily and weekly challenges and any event exp I can get. I genuinely like doing the winterfest stuff.

Well... That's all I got for now. Because I am improving with a hero there won't be much for highlights or potgs for a while unless I play with a bunch of friends this week. I will be checking out 6v6 tomorrow probably. I am excited for the AtlA event tomorrow as well and I will probably buy the skins because I'm a whale but it makes me happy and I like to support the things that make me happy.

[lichotnyubeznik]

Štěstí: Triptich o čtyřech obrazech a osmi dějstvích

Rozhodli jste se jít z recepce pěšky spolu, ty a ten vysoký, hubeňoučký plavý Fin. Je to hezounek, učiněný krasavec, a přitom vyzařuje naivitu a nepoučenost, bez kterých by byl nepochybně nesnesitelným. Posledních deset let tráví na pomalém kariérním žebříčku finské diplomacie, z Moskvy se propracoval do New Yorku, kde strávil několik roků, teď žije v San Francisku. "Člověk velkých měst!" zažertuje sebeironicky, ale já nevím, k čemu se ta ironie vztahuje. Připomín�� ti dávného známého zpoza oceánu, vysoký, hubený krasavec ve službách státní správy...

Z recepce, která se konala na stadionu, by vás ty dva bloky zpátky do hotelu popovezl přistavený autobus, ale chtěli jste na vzduch, navíc jste aspoň setřásli tu otravnou bulharskou profesorku - za mlada mohla být bohémkou, teď je jen stárnoucí snobkou. Jseš rád, že to tak dopadlo, že jdeš s tím největším krasavcem.

Možná že i ty sám jseš tentokrát za krasavce: kvůli požadavkům na odívání jsi si poprvé v životě pořídil business casual, netušil jsi do nedávna, co to přesně znamená, googloval jsi, co se ještě hodí, a co už ne, prohlížel fotky modelů a nakonec se shlédl v jednom androgynním Asiatovi s oblekovými tříčtvrťáky a letní rozhalenkou, v pánské konfekci jsi se snažil strefit do jeho střihu. Koupil jsi si i nové tenisky, ty do business casual zapadají, ale musí být neošoupané, nicméně v těch svých chodíš už tři čtvrtě roku. nacházíš na amazonu new balancy, které jsi si chtěl už drahnou chvíli koupit, amazon ti je však nestíhá dodat včas, necháváš si je poslat do hotelu. Kupuješ si i pásek, je moc velký, nosíš ho kolem pasu jen pro parádu, kalhoty ti drží na pase zapnutý knoflík. Tváří v tvář akademikům ti to ale přijde jako overkill, však považte, co nosejí akademici, je to cosi mezi profesorským oblekem a outdoorem, přijdeš si skoro až moc dandy, oblek a tenisky, přijdeš si vyhrocenej jak Rusák, ale rozhodneš se na vlastní hru přistoupit a pro jistotu se výrazně navoníš, víš, že vyčníváš, máš výrazné tetování, ale postupně do svého kostýmu dorůstáš.

Kráčíte nočním koloradským maloměstem po chodníku, malé hloučky akademiků, jdeš s Finem a povídáte si o Americe. Hotel je postaven jako velké, vysoké atrium, klasický Hilton, funguje jen jeden výtah, tvoří se u něho nekonečné fronty, jdete se s Finem zeptat, jestli tu nemají ještě jiné výtahy, mladičká a silně nalíčená, ne však nehezká Koloraďanka, potomkyně kovbojů a německých imigrantů, si vás změří pohledem, vaši módní přehlídku, a navrhne vám, že vás sveze služebním výtahem. provede vás celou frontou na výtah, kamsi dozadu, s Finem vystupujete každý v jiném patře, vlastně nevíš, s kým z vás chtěla jet recepční víc, usilovně ti přeje dobrou noc, odjíždí s Finem do šestého.

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Cesta letadlem přes půl země, z Nové Anglie na Jihozápad, vstávání před pátou, poslední dobou už jsi na tohle zvyklý, cestuješ teď pořád, levné hotely, půjčená auta. Po přistání v Denveru se dívky před tebou začnou nezměrně radovat. "He passed" - anebo it passed? 81%. Zvedají se a mávají na někoho vzdau přes vaše hlavy, vysokoškolačky, říkáš si, asi zkoušky, nebo možná někdo z rodiny? Jihozápaďanky, silně nalíčené blondýnky, ne nehezké, jedna je trochu tlustší, ta se ti líbí víc, mezerou mezi sedačkami vidíš, jak ťukají zběsile do sociálek, "everyone's watching it right now," říkají, "it's great day to be SWA FA" píšou, ze zvědavosti to googluješ, aha, Southwestern Airlines Flight Attendants, čteš, měsíc stará zpráva, vyjednávání odborů, chtěli vyšší platy, aha, říkáš si, dívky se právě dozvěděly, že jim zvednou platy, radují se díky svým odborovým předákům, večer to určitě oslaví, můžou být šťastné, protože realizují svoji politickou sílu ve světě a svět se jim podle toho přizpůsobuje a ustupuje, tyto dvě blonďaté koloradské letušky co budou mít maximálně maturitu.

Tak takhle vypadá, když je někdo politicky šťastný, když ví, že má vliv na chod světa, vůbec ten pocit neznáš, nikdy jsi ho nezažil, zelení se nikdy nikam nedostali a celoživotně trpíš spíš pocitem, že ti někdo vládne, než že by někdy taky svět reagoval na tebe. závidíš těm dvěma letuškám, jsou pro tebe ztělesněním amerického mýtu o demokracii, jseš u vytržení a nemáš ani čas mít depresi.

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Spolubydlící je tak cool, že víc cool spolubydlícího jsem si ani přát nemohl. Až za týden mi dojde, že je kulturista, navíc solidně potetovaný anime postavičkami, skrýval to pod mikinama. Pracuje na oddělení dětské psychologie. Bavíme se spolu o všem možném, zpravidla se před půlnocí setkáme v kuchyni a pak se spolu zapomeneme do jedný do rána a já jsem pak nevyspalý, ale aspoň si nepřijdu tak nemožně osamoceně. Párkrát mě chce vytáhnout na pivo nebo do klubu, ale já v té době zrovna šetřím nebo nemám náladu.

Povídá mi, jak žil v Thajsku. Vyznává se, že je nepochybně liberál, ale že ho hysterický antitrumpovský emoce už taky potom sraly. Občas se mě na něco zeptá, když neví. Uznale pokyvuje hlavou, že my, Evropani, všichni tak rozumíme zahraničnímu dění. Říkám mu svoje patálie - s bytnou, s bizarními lidmi, které vídám, nazna��uju svoje pochyby o sobě a svém jednání, ale on stojí pevně nohama na zemi a klidným tónem uvádí věci na pravou míru, vidí do lidí.

První a druhý den objede autem všechny supermarkety a něco málo v každém nakoupí. Objede všechny kavárny a bistra (nebo jak nazvat fast foody, které nepatří žádnému řetězci). Nakonec - sám - obrazí řadu klubů, popravdě skoro všechny, které tu máme. Za týden objeví se svým věrným autem všechno, co jsem tu objevil během dvou semestrů, a nemá dále co objevovat. Tento americký kůň, který když chce, tak běží, a když nechce, tak zastaví, a když má hlad tak se nažere a když má žízeň tak se napojí a stejně to má se sraním a chcaním. Přál bych si být tímto mladým statným americkým nietzscheánským koňem.

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Už jsem si zvykl, že nádobí meju spíš já, ale když jsem byl týden pryč, mohl ho aspoň po sobě mezitím umít. Zkraje vyjadřoval rozpaky, že jsem nádobí zas myl já, teď už mi jen chválí, že když ho myju já, vždycky líp voní.

Říkal mi, že někde v Číně věřej, že Krista ukřižovali tam u nich, na nějaké čínské Golgotě. Smějeme se tomu. Říká, že ani neví, kde se to mělo historicky stát. Říkám mu, že přece v Palestině. Jindy mi řekně, že na instagramovém videu viděl, že nedokážeme přesně zaměřit světlo a že to je mindfuck záhada. Vysvětlím mu, že to je asi sto let starý dilema, spočívající čistě v tom, že měřením měřené ovlivňujeme.

Nakonec mi řekně, že se odstěhuje o měsíc dřív, než co mi podepsal ve smlouvě. To je pro mě finanční rána, to znamená, že poslední nájem zatočím celý já. Bezelstně se mi chlubí, že našel byt s parádním výhledem. Dochází mi, že se stěhuje do bytu, kde jsem předloni bydlel já, což znamená jediné: mí bývalí spolubydlící, kteří se se mnou úplně přestali vídat, se stěhují pryč, zjevně dokončili doktoráty, a ani se mi to nenamáhali napsat, pozvat mě na zapití. Jsem rozčarovaný, nebavím se s ním asi tři dny, ale šikovně to skrývám, aby si nevšim, že ho nemůžu ani vidět. Ostatně máme dosti odlišné režimy, akorát jsem nás připravil o noční povídání v kuchyni. Potkám ho o víkendu. Začneme se bavit, je ze mě v rozpacích. Sere mě. Ale hned mu odpouštím, vlastně jsem rád, že se spolu zase bavíme (možná si ani nevšim, že se spolu nebavíme), říkám mu, jaký bylo moje běhání a on mě poslouchá a něchává mě vymluvit. V pozdějších dnech a týdnech naznačuje omluvu, asi mu dojde, že se mnou trochu vyjebal, říká, že mi sežene novýho spolubydlícího, ať v tom nezahučim, já nakonec chápu, že od něj bylo racionální, byť sobecké, vypadnout, "no hard feelings", říkám mu, i když už to mezi námi pak nikdy nebylo jako dřív, moje otcovská láska k němu zhořkla, ztěžkla.

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Ale stejně se pak zase dřív nebo později do nějakýho krasavce a mládence platonicky zamiluješ a budeš toužit po jeho přátelství a po jeho mládí a po jeho životě a stát se jím.

Dokud se na sebe nepodíváš do zrcadla, jak si na hotelovém pokoji žehlíš olek. Taková životní zkušenost, taková finesa, říkáš si spokojeně sám se sebou, a pak tě napadne, že ti táhne na čtyřicet. Večer potkáš Fina. Je mladý, vysoký, štíhlý a krásný a baví se s tou nejzajímavější partou. Toužíš se k nim vetřít, ale jen osaměle kroužíš kolem. Nakonec zjistíš, že si nevolky přisedl k tvému stolu.

Celou dobu samozřejmě vyhlížíš, který akademičky by se daly zatáhnout na hotelový pokoj a ošukat. Vidíš to na Američanku nebo Litevku.

[qiyra]

I remember one time I was trying overwatch 2 and played a round of casual, some of my game sense was coming back to me, feeling good. Fragging noobs, all that. But I greatly overestimated the abilities of the other team (bc I played comp) and launched a dva ult into a choke to zone while we capped the point. Completely useless, but whatever we haven’t been off the cart and this is point two, I’ve been alive the whole time. Some dude comes on the mic and goes “that was the worst ult I’ve ever seen” and I got so mad I quit and uninstalled the game. Sorry that you’re too bad at team shooters to understand my plays but I’m too much of a winner to be playing with you

[a-bluedream-posts]

Dva's Call by Kittew

[marcelline]

Hello ppl! 🌸🌸🌸

[zombijoux]

I love overwatch

[dvaluvly]

redraw of my casual dva :)

[xbattlebunny-blog]

Heres my casual Dva! ^-^

The bubble popped mid picture ;-;