#fuck drawing zenyatta :(

[skipppppy]

Oh did this trend finally make it to tumblr

[gunk-ice-tea]

They do share a burden and it's being misinterpreted (mostly by junkers) an atrocious shitpost under the cut

Personally i think he rocks the resting bitch face look 24/7

slay

[wtfforged]

the first time i draw zen in a hot second and its in roblox... so sorry my beautiful

[whipped-bean]

Fuck you, here's shitty zenyatta doodles from like two years ago

[0oey9ooey]

Overwatch Prompts

Day 1: First character you played?

oh boy, first time drawing zen. oh boy he's complex. still pretty fun tho, would have like to have done some metal and gold accent shinies but. im done.

hhh i was so excited to be a robo healer. but i had no idea what the hell i was doin ... i only played a couple games as zen then became a lucio main for a couple years lol. (i may have actually played a tank first cause i really like the tank role in general... but im pretty sure i got distracted by cute robo monk)

[thepayloadisgay]

i'm a different anon, but since you want to talk about genji, here's a prompt: what do you think are genji's opinions/relationships on characters other than hanzo? your choice of which characters

Always here to talk about Genji tysm.

Gency, Genyatta, Ramji below the cut.

(sorry they just kinda devolved into small relationship dynamic drabbles sobs. hope u enjoy anyway)

Genji and Mercy

(note: I've written extensively about Gency in the past. I think my opinion on their relationship has changed a bit lately. Or maybe this is just another vein to their dynamic I wanna explore :3)

She was the first thing he saw when he woke up. Eyes ragged. Everything ringing with a halo. Blurred. Missing edges.

He didn't want to see her again for days, but he had to. The manual to his blueprint; fixer to his malfunctions; fucking hand to hold when he couldn't get up off the floor.

A shadow he wanted to cut off. A new normal that was nothing but there.

She was patient, if stern. Kind, if insistent. Beautiful, if weathered, weary.

Genji started to look more one day. A day he couldn't remember it just became. He asked her a question that wasn't about his body, what happened, what's going to happen. It was about her. She'd stopped what she was doing and struggled to answer.

The next time he noticed, she stood closer. Her laugh making him swallow. She wore glasses when she forgot her contacts. They made her eyes smaller. Hoops in her ears. Matching necklace, bracelet. Stupid jokes that made no sense. Interests that bored him. Stories that made him listen. A voice that lulled him. She smelled of coffee. Sometimes when it was late, cigarettes. Her hair, rose.

Genji hated roses. But he wanted her.

"Let's test your sensors," she'd said, holding his hand palm up, pen poised.

Before she'd pressed, pen clattered to floor, discarded. Genji touched palm to the base of her throat, fingers spreading over clavicle, knowing beneath it was more than just bone.

"Genji-" A whisper. Reprimand.

He'd looked up, curious, his thumb the shape of her throat. Her eyes, closed.

She ran colder than he'd expected. An effect of her nanbots as she played god within, without. Whatever it was, he felt a shiver for the first time since waking up something else. And he wanted to feel more.

More.

"I can feel a pen."

Angela ran a finger along his hairline, along the stairway of scars.

"I want to feel you." Closer, that the words had stuck to Angela's lips, never let go. "-you-"

"Just tonight." She'd said. She'd lied.

And lied again.

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Genji and Zenyatta

"I haven't seen you all morning."

Genji draws the whetstone along his blade, again. A mirror. Sharp enough to slice a breath. Too long since it had cut anything. But he still saw blood smeared at its edges, caught at the tip, smudged in what was left of his prints.

Sometimes.

For a while it had been clean. A reflection of his mind, growing soul.

"Couldn't sleep."

Zenyatta lowers from his hover, taking a seat on knees beside Genji, palms to knees.

"Your eyes do look, heavy."

"I know you're kindly saying I look like shit."

Zenyatta turns his head. "Hmm."

Scratch of the whetstone.

Hum of Zenyatta's orbs. Two, hover Genji, and he barely notices. just a normal comfort now that gravitate towards his melancholy. Scorching away the weight so it's easier to walk, stand, or simply, breathe.

"Some of us have learned a mimic of your sleep, here," begins Zenyatta, the sound of Genji's whetstone rhythm, rhyme, "a sort of deep meditation. Even a dream."

Geni glances to the side, only his eyes visible this morning, his faceplate security. Comfort.

"What do you dream of, master?"

Genji knows there's a smile. "Oh, that would be telling."

Genji keeps drawing his whetstone, but the motion's slow. His shoulders sag. Eyes, dull. A slow sigh and he uncrosses legs, stretching them across the ground, wiggling sore ankles, unmoved for hours.

"Sleep, Genji."

"What?"

The orbs around Genji circle once. Settle above, humming something Genji feels is warmth, want.

And soon, he's closer beside Zenyatta, head lolled against shoulder. The metal, edges, softened by the shawl draped, as if expectant. As if this has already happened before.

"Maybe we'll both dream, again. And compare...notes."

"Maybe." Is the last thing Genji says, a weight against Zenyatta, a hand on his master's thigh.

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Genji and Ramattra

"Why do you care so much about what they think?"

Ramattra. Cross legged, at ease as an emperor throned, dancing one of Genji's shurikens between his fingers.

Genji secures his faceplate, headplate, running a finger along a nick in one the ears, ignoring Ramattra.

"I mean," flicks the shuriken again. Genji almost snaps it out of his hand, "you are hideous. But humans -never mind their opinions- matter nothing."

"Why are you talking to one, then?"

"Are you one?" Flick.

Arm half in hoodie, he stops. Stares at one of the cracked mirrors he'd bought from the villages below after much encouragement from Zenyatta. There's no eyes that look back. Face, obscured. Hair, beneath. There are limbs, four. But humans aren't the only bipeds around here. He breathes, though. Eats. Drinks. Dreams (they do too, they say). Fucks (you're not alone in that, boy).

He could be human in that mirror.

He could not.

Genji pulls the rest of his hoodie on, cats with swords and lasers. There's holes in the wrists he's made for his thumbs. It's stretched from when someone else tried it on.

"You want me thrown off Shambali because I'm human," he snaps his head to Ramattra, "yet you question if I really am one."

"You say your heart beats," another flick of the shuriken, but this time towards Genji who catches it between two fingers, "but it wouldn't without all that metal, wires and wonder that makes me."

The shuriken sinks into the wood beside Ramattra's head, but not before it nicks a line of his face, a scratch through the purple.

Just, enough.

"I bleed, you don't."

Ramattra laughs. It's music. "And where exactly do you still bleed?"

It's a question that needs no answer. It's a taunt that wants one.

He doesn't know when Genji got here, foot to Ramattra's knee, and he leans forward, picking the shuriken from beside his head with a ting.

"You want to find out?"

Ramattra wonders how hard he can stretch that throat before it snaps; those thighs before they pop; how much he really does need left, to breathe, to bleed, be-

[diverbots]

could we get a master list of zenyatta headcanons (or honestly whatever comes to mind first) (maybe this is a repetitive ask. if so, I beg for your forgiveness, king)

It's alright don't worry, anyone can send as many asks as they'd like, I'm just slow to reply sometimes. As for Zenyatta headcanons I'm drawing a blank on a lot of them (it's 12 AM here and I have to drive my friend to work in the morning lulz) but here's some off the top of my head:

Zenny is almost at Dva's skill level in terms of gaming but he's very casual about it - he likes the competition! You could argue it's cause he's an omnic that he learns so fast and is "naturally good", but he personally wants to separate himself from that, and just let loose and play like how anyone else would. He also likes the community aspect of gaming and hearing how much love people put into just creating something fun and engaging to connect with other people. He likes to 100% complete games as well.

Zenyatta hates juggling because he can't actually do it. The amount of skill required for it sucks, and whenever he attempts he accidentally brings out one of his transcendence arms out of habit and messes it all up. Whenever he tries to fake it, it looks horrendously bad and he's just stopped doing it altogether to prevent further embarrassment (Ramattra was the one who made fun of him for it) He's a bigger fan of just spinning his orbs in his hands - or just yo-yos.

I'm still thinking over this (PVE will probably confirm or deny) but Zenyatta got his name from Mondatta when he entered the Shambali (if they happened to have the same name when they met though that'd be fucking funny cause I'd imagine Mondatta literally lighting up when he hears another omnic has a matching name as him. Ramattra gives him a side-eye cause he was *this* close to being named Zenyatta if he didn't come up with his own name. Instant baby brother). He was nameless prior to it, and it upsets him sometimes that he couldn't have given himself a name.

Zenyatta may have been the one to push Ram on the ideas of achieving justice for omnics, though it obviously didn't go very well and it ended up in a heated debate between Ram and Datta when Ram brought it up, which caused Ram to leave. It made Mondatta very upset to lose someone so close, and Zenyatta felt partially responsible for it.

This is already somewhat established in canon but I think he's very reluctant on opening up about himself and showing his own grieving process to the point where he'd just avoid thinking about them altogether. This may just be an issue with Zenyatta having very little lore for years in general, but yeah, having Ramattra leave and hearing about Mondatta's death (imo the two support beacons in his life, the two who had MUCH clearer goals than he does) just shattered him and now he's doesn't really know his own purpose. (It's probably why he won't tell anyone about what he did prior to the crisis, the only person I see him talking about it with is Mondatta and it's very barebones.)

[nitewrighter]

Ramattra for the niche ask game pls 🙏

a song that reminds me of them: Arsonist's lullaby by Hozier

what they smell like: He has a lot more of that intense New Car smell from the omniums, but there's also a nice smoky incense smell to him as well. Little bit of patchouli in there.

an otp: him and ME. But also I did actually write an OC/self-insert (who isn't really a self insert but also they kind of are??) and here's a fic about them.

a notp: None in particular--but I think any dubcon headcanons are a big "fuck you how dare you he would NEVER" for me.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: I'm of the opinion that Omnic relationships aren't as easily sorted into Romantic/Platonic/Familiar as they are for us humans. Like I think his relationship with Zenyatta is very multilayered and it doesn't really fit all of our neat human boxes. And that's why I like it!!!

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: I don't like that people interpreted his wire 'hair' as locs like they're clearly very flat and shiny, they don't have remotely the same bounciness and volume as locs, his name is clearly influenced by Hinduism, and he has a Southeast asian voice actor. He's not black-coded, he's Southeast Asian/South Asian coded. It's weird that people keep saying they're like locs or drawing them as locs in humanizations.

the position they sleep in: Doesn't sleep. Meditates in low-power mode. But he will also moodily slump against walls with one arm propped up on his knee like a 19th century romantic, brooding deeply.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: Honestly I should just write more fics with him and Sajaf. It's such a fun exploration of his character.

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: Primordial skin hits different. Love a man with a scar.

[meelomb]

I genuienly don't know what possesed me to write this, it started out as a funny story between me and a friend while playing overwatch, but then i had the urge to write the entire thing out, but I'm lazy and didn't want to write it tooo detailed

i might draw it though

maybe a couple other things too

sorry you had to read this

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Cw: Extremely unneeded detailed violence

Twenty years ago, I worked at an ice cream parlor. I was serving this child an ice cream. He wanted a single vanilla scoop with chocolate sauce, sprinkles and toe nails. I didn't question it, I just did it, and when i handed it to him, he said ew and threw it on the floor and left, he didn't even pay, he just left. Even after I spent ten minutes wandering around on the street asking people for their toenails. And then I stood there, wondering to myself "Why would he do that?", and then I thought more and realized I was thinking. I couldn't think so why was I thinking? And that's when it hit me, I'm meant to do something more. So I left. I left and didn't look back, not even as the building was slowly engulfed in flames from the hamburger and fries I had left on the grill and fryer. But I didn't care, I just needed to do something. Along those twenty years I had done all sorts of things, but that's a story for a different time. Now, here I stand in front of that kids house twenty years later with his wife and three kids. I will feed him that ice cream he ordered twenty years ago, and I will take the 3.55 that he owes for it. 

Master, I don't think..

Quiet Genji, I'm doing big things. This is my pupil Genji, he doesn't believe that this actually happened, so I've brought him along. And I couldn't bring Ramattra along because he didn't want to come, which is why I'm facing him at 3 in the morning.

Master, is it really necessary to record this? You're breaking and entering over some ice cream.

Genji be quiet, Ramattra's still not answering we're going to do this without him.

Master wait-

*Zenyatta kicks open the door*

Now, his bedroom is up on the second floor, the third room on the left.

How do you know this!?

I have my ways, let's go.

*They both head towards the room*

 

Master please I don't-

*Zenyatta kicks open the door*

Woah- What the!? Who the hell are you two!?

Greetings. I am Zenyatta. This is Genji, my pupil.

Hi.

What the fuck are you doing in my house!??

Twenty years ago, when you were 12 years old, and you had ordered from Patrick's Ice Cream and Burger Parlor, you ordered an ice cream cone with a single scoop of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce, sprinkles, and toe nails. I'm here to give you that ice cream.

What the fuck are you saying!? Get out of here before I pull you apart!

*Zenyatta pulls a ice cream cone from his scarf and hands it to the man*

Here, eat this in front of the camera and then I'll leave.

*The man looks at the cone is slight awe and horror*

Wh-where are the nails?

Oh yes, you've just reminded me of that, just give me one second

*He leaves the room leaving Genji alone with the man and his wife*

………………….so how are you feeling

How the fuck do you think I'm feeling!?

It could be worse, he could've forced you to eat it in front of everyone you know.

He what!?

*Zenyatta returns with a pair of nail clippers*

If you would politely remove your footwear and clip your nails please.

*Genji stares at Zenyatta before turning to the man who's frozen in horror while the wife sleeps through this entire ordeal*

You want me to do what!? 

I spent ten minutes looking for toe nails on that day, now you will spend ten minutes cutting your nails so that way I can add it to the ice cream.

Won't the ice cream melt master?

Yes you're right, go put it in the freezer.

*Genji takes the ice cream from the man and leaves the room thankful to not be in the room while this happens*

Now, please wait one moment while I start a timer.

Why the fuck would I ever do this!?

*The man stands up and begins to move towards Zenyatta who promptly pulls a fake gun that shoots orbeez but still looks real and points it at the man*

Because I will shoot if you do not do it.

Woah!- H-hey man take it easy okay, I just, I won't do anything drastic if you don't do anything drastic, okay?

*Zenyatta motions to the pair of clippers abandoned on the bed and the man picks them up*

You have ten minutes to clip all twenty of your nails, after that I will have Genji bring the ice cream back so that I may finish the ice cream for you to eat.

*The man sits on the bed and shakily begins clipping his nails while Zenyatta stares into his head, starting the timer and holding the gun with extreme precision it would put Widowmaker to shame. An agonizing ten minutes pass by and the timer goes off. Zenyatta stares at the man as he drops the clippers and looks at the small pile of nail clippings and he slowly lowers the gun and stops the timer.*

*Downstairs a door is slammed open and frantic running can be heard coming up the stairs, Genji soon appears at the door frame, winded and exhausted from seemingly having to run a long distance*

Why are you sweaty Genji

I..I had to..Run….And get a new…Ice cream…because…I dropped the…old one..

This is why your brother killed you. Now hand me the ice cream

*Genji hands over the ice cream and Zenyatta takes it while grabbing some nail clippings and sprinkling it onto it before handing it to the man while picking up the camera from the floor*

Now just eat this and we'll just be on our way.

…No way, I'm not doing this.

Oh for fucks- Hold this.

*Zenyatta shoves the camera into Genji's hands before grabbing the ice cream and forcefully shoving the ice cream into the man's face who desperately tries to escape his grasp, but in doing so he disturbs his wife in her sleep and wakes her up, and in a daze of half anger and drowsiness and rises from her sleep to see two strangers with one of them screaming obscenities at her husband while shoving something into his throat while another stands there shocked recording it all with a camera and she lets out a scream, startling the one with the camera who sets it down on a nearby dresser and tackles her, attempting to keep her quiet as to not wake anyone else up, but his attempts are futile. Soon two small children appear at the doorway watching this all go down, with their father desperately writing in pain and fear trying to get away from a strange robotic man and their mother being restrained, screaming and crying as their father slowly fades away in the man's arms. Eventually, Zenyatta releases the man who stumbles up and chokes and coughs before Zenyatta picks up the gun and begins shooting at the man, pink orbeez shooting out and striking the man repeatedly before Zenyatta tosses the gun and kicks the man out of the window, shattering the glass as the children and wife watch as their father and husband fall out of the window onto the ground outside.*

Genji, let's go, our job is done here.

Was that really necessary?

He was getting on my nerves. And I wasn't over the fact I spent ten minutes of my life doing something like collecting nails.

*Genji walks over to the dresser and picks up the camera and they both depart from the room and downstairs, Genji leaving a few words of advice to the children as they stand there horrified at the two men who more than likely murdered their father*

Hey wait, what about that 3.55 you were going to take?

Oh right, it completely slipped my mind.

*Zenyatta and Genji spend the next 20 minutes or so looking for a wallet or a source of money in order to take, eventually finding a navy blue wallet with the man's drivers license and other things. He didn't have change at all, so Zenyatta took a twenty from the wallet before tossing it away, the two men leaving the property chatting away until Zenyatta gets a message from someone. It's Ramattra*

:What do you want.:

:I just paid a visit to an old acquaintance of mine. I have a video I would like to share with you if you have the chance.:

:I'm free next week on Monday.:

:Who's free on a Monday.:

:Shut up.:

:I'll see you then.:

*Zenyatta takes the camera and looks through the footage, laughing lightly at it every now and then showing Genji bits and parts he found particularly funny, the two men completely unaware of the red and blue lights approaching the house they had just left from.*

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[pumpkiwi]

He will fuck you up

[wtfforged]

i can draw whatever i want

[potato-lord-but-not]

A veeeeeeeeery random drawing dump, some are great.. and others are meh 😔

[pixeliis]

im literally such a fan of characters that have inexpressive/don’t have eyes doing this it’s literally the funniest fucking thing

[clydesnewmom]

can anyone draw omnics ( zenyatta, i mean zenyatta, ) with tattoos bcs Bob got some on his arm and thats super cool and also im weak ??

[reversewatch]

(submitted by shannie-the-bunnie )

I just discovered your reverse au and I fell in love. So here’s a few Genji’s I sketched up in the middle of the night for you.:) I love his personality and generally everything about him. Bless.

[diverbots]

You’re art inspired me to draw more Overwatch, and I have since drawn Genji as Princess Peach

Mario brothers Zenyatta and Rammatra is next

Thank you! And you’re so fucking based for that.