#ooc ramattra

[letternotekisses]

Ouuurghhhh Ramattra hate sex ourghhhhh 😫😫

He fucks you like he hates you because secretly he doesn’t.

There's little love in the way Ramattra takes you, leaving bruises and scrapes along your soft flesh because of his heavy handedness and the desperate need he has to convince himself that this is just for your mutually assured stress relief.

It's almost pathetic of him really - bending you into all sorts of positions and watching how much it takes for your fleshy body to give in and let him inside - all because of a few feelings he wasn't brave enough to face up to. Yet even after every time you still return for more, truly a glutton for punishment.

Or maybe you were just like him. Two points of time at a devastatingly slow standstill. Mixed up mirrors of one another, tangled in something equally sweet and sickening he'd spent many a night fixated on.

As the days go on he learns to treat you a little differently. You are smaller, delicate - human, putting your life in his hands in a manner of trust he surely wouldn't hand over to anyone else. Ramattra could crumble you beneath the creaking of his fingers but he wouldn't, he couldn't - and it would enrage him to see anyone else even entertain the idea.

It sours him more to think that he belongs to you just as much as you do to him, and Ramattra shows it to you in the only way he knows how - by grabbing the fat of your hip too hard when he brings you down onto the girthy silicone standing deplorably between his gigantic legs, leaving aching bruises to mask the utter shame of his excitability.

And yet you cry for more, meek mewls and sheer rambling nonsense to spur him on as he splits you open, carving a place for himself deep inside you despite what common sense may seem to scream at him.

Whatever it is that he really feels, said gigantic, terrifying omnic isn't quite ready to face it yet. To face you and the cruel mimic of love you'd plagued him with.

Only, there's no mimic and that just might be what scares him the most.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Y/n: oh the suns so hot today, hooh!!

Ramattra, glaring at the sun: how DARE you

[ultravioart]

Silly idea that I can't draw atm :')

Maximilien being the wooing kind of omnic since he's in a networking focused business, participating in human gestures like la bise(kiss greetings), patting arms of others, shaking hands of men, and kissing the hands of women he meets (the omnic equivalent is a head touch on the hand to imitate a kiss)

But when Max meets Ramattra, it's in a human social setting, so Max follows the human standards and kisses Ramattra's hand as Ramattra is/was Shambali (its very common to show piety by kissing the knuckles of monks).

But Ramattra mistakes it for Max declaring Ram as essentially the "he's so babygirl meme" on sight HDNHCXGBB

Ramattra isn't complaining he's just "////////" too flustered to respond Lmaooo

[wilsonheartz]

One time I got super bored and I made random ass pictures based on OW and UT

[godblooded]

no seriously. mondatta was ram’s everything in such a significant way. he would be absolutely enraged if he ever knew??? if he ever found out talon orchestrated that shit he’d go blind and try to burn it to the ground in his anger.

[shouga-nai]

I have to share this moment I just had in-game. I was Ramattra, ally Zenyatta and I used ult at the same time. It was glorious. Team wipe, point secured. Then they said 'team bro' in chat and I was just sitting there like '🥺😊🤗'

"Now do you see what we are capable of together, brother?"

[bluesunsdusk]

--// I am too sleepy to write or really draw, but I still have Set brain rot, so...

[nicawlette]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . » NOT ACCEPTING

@pratisodha asked: 20 and/or 90 :) ↳ 20. sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . 90. sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound .

A sharp hiss sucks in through grit teeth as scarred fingers nurse the aching wound making a home along the curve of her waist. It throbs with every slight bit of movement, somewhat severe, yet far from deadly; although, while she's found herself in worse states, it hurts all the same.

Pain is pain, and used to it as she may be, Nicolette hardly enjoys it in this particular context.

Complaints come out breathless and strained, ending in a whine as her companion remains nearby. ❝ I think my nose is broken... my good looks... ❞

Stumbling, the woman reaches out to catch herself along the wall, rough brick scraping her palm and eliciting a sharp gasp. The twisting of her body agitates jagged, cut skin and tears the layer of freshly clotted blood. A sudden warmth seeps past stained fingers and slips down her side, refilling the air with the harsh scent of iron.

It burns something fierce, edges of split flesh red and inflamed, rubbed raw by her shirt. Nicolette tightens her grip, forcing the distraction of pain back until her focus sharpens and the stream of blood becomes sluggish, then stops entirely. Her legs give out by then, body slipping down the wall to shiver pitifully on the ground. Her tone become despairing as she continues, ❝ Ugh, God... I'm gonna throw up— ❞

Perhaps it's her warning, or the pathetic moaning and groaning, but Ramattra seems to lose both his patience and ability to stubbornly ignore her. Her vision swims, painting him in blurred shades of black and purple as he moves closer and crouches down, becoming clear only once he's near enough to cast her wilted frame in shadow. The sensation of cool metal digging into her chin knock all thoughts from her mind, pale neck bending back as their eyes are forced to meet. She whimpers and squirms only for a moment before settling under the scrutinizing. His grip is not gentle, but neither is it particularly painful, as her face is tilted back and forth.

A black eye and bruises blooming on the bridge of a bloody nose and cheek, but nothing dire. He tells her as much, sounding exasperated as though disappointed by a missed opportunity to deliver bad news. Even so, the reassurance relaxes much of the tension in her shoulders and allows exhaustion to creep up, so much so that she struggles staying upright when he releases his firm hold.

Things quickly go fuzzy around the edges, and her eyes drop half-mast. The sound of his voice passes through her ears, distant and muffled like they've been stuffed with cotton, but Nicolette thinks he orders her to stay awake, though it's hardly out of concern. ❝ 'm tryin'.... 's hard... ❞ Those cold hands return, lower now, and they seep a chill straight to her bones that makes her flinch. ❝ Ah— ! Fuck! Okay, okay! I'm awake! ❞ The woman groans miserably, only barely catching the tail end of his refusal to ❛ carry her again ❜. She doesn't quite recall that, but it's tempting nonetheless, to test the validity those claims.

Her gaze falls to where the omnic tightly wraps fabric around her abdomen, breathing a soft sight of relief. ❝ You're so confusing... ❞ she mutters, head shaking limply. The machine hardy seems to stand her presence, and she intentionally does not make it any easier to do so, yet this makes more than once that he has not left her to die in the street. Perhaps he simply finds her suffering to be payment enough. The reason matters little though, if it allows her to live another day. ❝ Your bedside manner could use some work... but you really are my hero, Rama— OW! ❞ A particularly rough pull is her punishment for provoking, but she hardly looks guilty, barking out a warbling laugh, instead.

[syizai]

Me with no context : I want Ramattra to swearing in Malay.

For Pak Hang, it means , Your Dad.

Hang is Kamu/Kau = You (originally came from north Malaysia)

[opposingphilosophies]

Slight spoilers but. I do not love what they've done with Ramattra in this expansion. I will wait to cast judgement until this entire arc is out in the open to analyze but. I currently don't see how they reached this point from his previous trajectory and who they've shown him to be until now. I love the gameplay with the missions and this is exactly what I've been wanting in terms of that but… I feel like Blizzard is about to give Ramattra the Sylvanas treatment and I'm not down with that.

He can be wrong but have the right reasons behind his motivations. He can wage a war with the goal of protecting his people and still be wrong for the way he's chosen to go about it. In my mind, he has an arc far more like Magneto in the latter X-Men films with Fassbender. Complex and turbulent but ultimately too far of an extreme to a noble goal… But you see how he got there, even if you condemn it.

What they have him doing currently? I can't see how he justifies that even in his own mind… He literally has a dialogue with Pharah about how they should have destroyed Anubis. I literally read somewhere how he struggled with his part in the crisis, the lack of free will or conscious decision to take those actions. He literally talks about how omnics are but a single generation, limited, finite.

Ummmm???? Blizzard, why and how have you shaped him into Anubis the Sequel? Please explain this to me???

[ask-naoko-shimada]

BSPSHSPSVSLAVSPABSOS YES

I wanted to have a try at the hades2 art challenge thing going around, and nobody did Ramattra!!!?? So I did it myself!

+ alt vers

[letternotekisses]

nghhh your blog has made me think of the idea of Doomfist giving his assistant to Ramattra as a way of bridging an alliance between Talon and Null sector....Ram using the assistant as a little stress toy......help

Akande knows how to sweeten a deal.

He’s negotiated and bartered with so many powerful men that swaying them comes to be like second nature for him, but this time it’s a little different. This is no man and there’s no greedy human nature Akande can target. There is no weakness.

Your heels clack against the glossy mahogany flooring as you patter beside him, clutching important notices and valuable documents close to your chest like they might fly away. And you’re tittering away with a casualness that he’d let no another agent of his get away with, but Akande isn’t the only one listening.

Ramattra tilted his head with something that could only be described as curiosity. Such a small thing, you were. Surrounded by dangerous killers and meticulous assassins that would exploit your every weakness should you let down your guard, yet you led him through the halls with all the grace and confidence of a pampered feline pet.

Nothing you were saying was of any importance to the omnic, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away, intently listening to every word that fell from your soft, pouty lips. You were valuable to Akande somehow, special in a way that had Ramattra craving a personal insight.

“My assistant will help you get settled in.”

Akande smiles at him, both knowing and smug as he offers him a key to what Ramattra assumes is the room he’ll be staying in. It is then when the omnic realises he’s been caught staring, but Akande only seems all too pleased.

He’d found his bartering chip, squeezed into an all too tight skirt and a low cut blouse.

—

It’s when you take him to the hilt that Ramattra finally decides on his answer.

Such a soft, sweet little thing you are. Panting into the air as he splays a hand onto your lower back, digging his metal fingers into the fat of your hips to drag you down further. Humans, so malleable, so weak, so soft. Your cunt flutters around the silicone of his cock, sucking him impossibly deeper despite the already snug fit.

“Ambitious, aren’t you?” Ramattra snarls, shifting his hips forward to bump the fat tip of his cock deeper, to bully himself into the softest parts of you. You’re whimpering into the satin sheets like a bitch in heat and it urges him to break you, to cup the soft pudge of your tummy and force himself as deep as he could ever possibly go.

Ramattra had little need for pleasures of the flesh, but there was something all too gratifying about watching you urge yourself on something much too big for you to take. For someone so insignificant, Ramattra was all too tempted to indulge in you, after all, you’d all but been handed over to him on a silver platter.

“Please..” You whine, your begging quickly silenced by a powerful pump of his hips, the cables attached to his head falling past his shoulders in disheveled waves. He wants to tear into your softness. Bury himself inside you and never come back out. He’d give Akande all of the resources he could want just for a few extra minutes between your plush thighs.

He all but cackles, the noise deep and synthetic as he watches your cunt flutter greedily around him. Ramattra pins you down by the back of your neck, revelling in your heat as it bleeds into his hands, warming the metal when he thumbs your nape in a soothing manner.

“Come on my cock, little assistant,” He purrs, his voice staticky with want, “And I will reward your excellence.”

[ultravioart]

Hot take, but i see Zenyatta's and Ramattra's dynamic like Ahsoka's and Anakin's dynamic. Looking at their story, their interactions, the lore behind Null Sector and the lore with Zenyatta. Both are warrior monks, one takes the other under his wing, but the duo eventually finds the dogmatic approach of the temple restrictive and unhelpful for truly maintaining peace. One finds their own path to resolving conflict, individual and distinctly separate from the temple (Zenyatta, Ahsoka), the other proposes authoritarian control to maintain peace and order, rejecting the temple, and hurting those they wish to protect (Anakin, Ramattra). Ramattra is fighting due to fear and anger, scared of loosing those dear to him (Anakin vibes). Zenyatta is fighting due to a desire to help peoples find peace, and to find his purpose (Ahsoka vibes). With that said, I could be completely wrong, but Ram and Zen really do seem something like Ahsoka and Anakin's dynamic to me, like found family siblings, brother and sister, mentor and mentee, eventually breaking away from each other in a tragic loss, and that's why I cannot for the life of me ship Ram and Zen under that interpretation lol. They are brothers, both in the monastic and found family sense.

[m-musings]

Hi! I just found your blog and love your Overwatch content! I was wondering if I could request something?

The Overwatch boys specifically genji,reaper and ramattra with a s/o who gets injured while working on a mission or something? As how they react/what their actions are..

If you don’t like this please feel free to ignore!

I hope you have a nice day!

-💜✨

Headcanons: Genji, Reaper & Ramattra with Injured! S/O

A/N: protective overwatch boys are my shit!!!!!

Word Count:925 Warnings/ Other Notes: mentions of various injuries, ooc reaper and rammatra, terrible google translate japanese.

Genji:

The first time you got injured haunts Genji's mind rather often.

It was after a fierce battle with Null Sector forces, during which You and Genji had been separated.

As he slashed at every enemy in sight, he could see you getting pushed further and further away.

He tried to make his way to you but you warned him otherwise.

"(Y/n), hold on!"

"I'll be fine! Just go, I'll find you later!"

With a simple nod of his head, he watch as you disappeared from sight.

Once he had won the fight a few minutes later, he sheathed his sword and rushed off to try and find you.

After searching for a while, he finally saw you, lying immobile on the ground surrounded by piles of rubble and deactivated Null Troopers.

With a quiet gasp coming from his lips, Genji dashed over to help you.

Falling to his knees as he approached, he gingerly lifted your battered body into his lap.

"No, no, no! (Y/n), please wake up!" The ninja called fearfully as he tried to gently shake you awake.

When he received no response from you, he called Tracer to have her bring the ship as fast as she could.

Once Lena arrived, she helped him get you on board and fly you to Watchpoint Gibraltar, where Mercy was waiting to bring you to the medical bay.

As she worked to heal your injuries, Genji sat outside of the room, sharpening his blade in attempt to distract himself from your condition.

When he got the all clear to go in and see you, he sighed in relief as he saw you, a bit groggy but awake and alive.

"Thank god, I thought I'd never see you again."

"Heh, it'll take more than a basic beatdown to get rid of me. Plus, you saved me in the end, that helped."

You chuckle as you try to sit up, but when you groan in pain, Genji shushes you and urges you to lay back down.

"Rest for now, shin'ainaru koibito. I'll be right here when you awake."

Your tired eyes flutter closed in response as you mutter out an answer.

"Alright... thank you, Gen. I love you..."

"Watashi mo itoshite iru yo."

Reaper:

When you get hurt, Gabriel's vision goes red.

He's immediately shadow stepping over to where you lie injured and slaughtering all those who dared to try and harm you.

Once they've all fallen, he's picking you up and taking you back to the Talon transport.

After setting you down in the ships exam room, Gabe quietly growls to himself before going to finish the mission with the other operatives.

As soon as it's over and a medic has stabilized your vitals, he's stomping into the room, angry at himself that he let you get hit.

With his mask in hand, he tries to ignore all the machines hooked up to you as he silently watches over you.

Pacing around the other side of the room, his usually harsh glare softens as he sees you stir.

Reaper strides over to you, carefully placing a cold hand on your cheek as your eyes slowly open.

"Gabe?... Where... what- what happened?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle. You were pretty worse for the wear, though."

As he thinks back to you collapsed on the floor, Gabriel's brows furrow slightly.

"I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner, (Y/n)."

You whisper out a calming shush as you shakily place your hand upon his arm.

"Hey, you got there in the end. That's what matters. You saved me..."

As you place a kiss upon his palm, he blesses you with a rare but soft and genuine smile.

"Yeah, well, you're the only one I can tolerate around here. I'd go crazy if I didn't have you with me anymore."

Ramattra:

• Never in his life did Ramattra think he would care about the wellbeing of a human, but here he is.

• He's in his nemesis form, fighting fiercely while decimating anyone in his way.

• With you passed out in his arms covered in cuts and bruises, he defends you from any incoming blows as he rushes away.

• After his current attack on a city had gone awry, he was forced to pull his army out when he saw the condition you were in.

• While barking out orders to his troops, he glances down at you to analyze your condition with his scanners.

• Once Ramattra confirms that you're still alive, he runs even faster back to his airship in order to get you the treatment that you need.

• When the two of you return to Null Sector headquarters, he's immediately taking you to your shared room to let you recuperate.

• He busies himself with various tasks, impatiently waiting for the first sign of consciousness from you.

• Later that night, he is pulled from his work when he hears a small groan escape your lips.

• Ramattra instantly rushes over to you as your eye begin to peel open, causing you to glance in his direction.

• "Ram... it hurts."

• "I know, pet, I know... You were hurt in the fight. But you're here now and safe with me. That's what's important."

• He carefully grabs your hand before placing his faceplate on the back of it in an affectionate gesture.

• You sigh gratefully as you let his hand go to place your arms around his neck, making him lean into your warmth.

• "Thank you, Ramattra... Don't know what I'd do without you."

• "I couldn't bear it either, my darling (Y/n). You are forever in my heart and mind."

[marmanix]

I saw this and I just know he’d be boo-hooing his little omnic heart out /pos

i like to think that ramattra is amazed and infatuated with the sea, he loves everything about it. despite him being specifically made for war, the idea of laying in the cool waves sounds wonderful to him. and the idea of other sentient life being pretty creatures with no sense of judgement sounds nice too.

starfish remind him of zenyatta but shhh don't tell him ram said that

[godblooded]

my favorite reaction everyone has to being headpatted by ramattra is ‘oh god oh jesus oh god oh fuck —‘