I used to write for Overwatch years ago under the same blog name but had something big happen in real life and foolishly deleted the blog.
You can sometimes see some of the reblogs floating around.
I'm Jailbird and I'm a huge overwatch fan. After taking a big break I am back.
(I left in 2020 and had been in and out of the game but not active in fandom)
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1. You can request up to 3 chars at a time for headcanons. 1 for drabble/fic
2. All my readers are gender neutral and if I write notsafe fw its mostly genderlessly written. If otherwise I will always state.
3. I do write yandere and dead dove content. Will be tagged.
4. I will not write daddy/mommy kink. Age play, minors, anything racist or homophobic/transphobic etc. No form of pregnancy nor anything with anyone having children.
5. I'm 99% kink friendly.
6. I won't reply to requests that don't have a please or thank you.
7. I will only write for the following characters as of (Mar 4th 2026)
I write for the following
Ana
Ashe
Baptiste
Cassidy
Domina
Emre
Hanzo
Hazard
Junkrat
Lucio
Mauga
Moira
Mizuki
Ramattra
Reaper
Roadhog
Sigma
Sombra
Symmetra
Zenyatta
There are characters I want to write for I just need to learn their canon a little more.
Note: Please be gentle with me and lore/canon. I have not been active in overwatch fandom/writing since 2020. I am doing my best with my ADHD memory brain ✌️
I am proship - I ship canon characters with one another. Love OCs and selfships. Come chat at me about these things <3
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I'm LGBT+, chronically ill and chronically chill. ADHD haver. European. Crafter, writer, coffee consumer. Closer to 40 than 30. I have learning disabilities that I have damn well tried to overcome but I do struggle with grammar and spelling no matter what spellchecker I use but I'm doing my best.
I'm married. I actually met my wife via the first time I wrote overwatch fanfiction hahaha.
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Hello! I am opening commissions. I need to make some money for groceries this month.
SFW 1k words - £15
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I write Canon x Canon - and OC x canon. I am kink and vanilla friendly. Please send me a DM if interested or any questions!
Check other fandoms I write for here @the-archivist-writes
If you'd like to just support me here is my kofi
Hello! I am opening commissions. I need to make some money for groceries this month.
SFW 1k words - £15
NS_FW 1kwords - £20
I write Canon x Canon - and OC x canon. I am kink and vanilla friendly. Please send me a DM if interested or any questions!
Check other fandoms I write for here @the-archivist-writes
If you'd like to just support me here is my kofi
Can I request Drabble of what it would be like to date Streamer!Mizuki please? 👀 his recent skin has inspired me to write this seeing how cute it is
I don't know much about streamer culture, as I don't watch them at all, so I hope I did this okay? I'm one of those 'watches a playthrough with no commentary or reactions' kinda guy.
Mizuki x GN Reader
SFW
WC: 760
It had all started pretty simply. Mizuki had a passing interest in streaming and wanted to try it out for himself. He was good at video games, and his sense of humour always made you laugh, but he lacked confidence in himself. He kept stumbling over his self-deprecating feelings, and neither of you knew where to start. For as many streamers as you both watched together, the setup seemed confusing. Despite the hang-ups and doubting himself and many hours of research while cuddled up on the couch together and a decent paycheck from his job, he bought the equipment and set up a space in the spare room of the apartment.
You remembered the first time he streamed, it was his favorite game, something he was passionate about and if no one logged in to watch him then it didn’t matter, he was going to have fun regardless. You gave him a thumbs up, a kiss on the forehead as you moved away, sitting on the chair with a book, close enough to give him the emotional support he might need and you’d get to catch up on reading.
Mizuki started playing, he’d posted the link to his channel around a few places and some friends had said they'd check it out, Kiri joked she would come and hassle him, heckle him a little, Genji also said he’d come support, get the numbers up.
Hanzo pretended he didn’t know what streaming was, not in the mood for something as silly as playing games. Least that's what you thought the reason was. You glanced over at your boyfriend as he sat on his chair, his posture tense until he started to see usernames he recognized. He let out a sigh, his shoulders relaxing, just a little. He sat straight instead of his hunched over postion he always favored when getting into the nitty-gritty of his gaming sessions.
Hard to believe that was only a few months ago.
Now he was in the full swing of things. Hundreds of people jumped online when he made an announcement he was going to stream. Mizuki was happy, he didn’t think people would like him at all, let alone this much. He started to come out of his shell, make more jokes, make his sassy comments when needed and he was a hit for it. You loved and supported him, sometimes gamed alongside him, like today.
“So guys, you know my partner, they’ll be playing today...” Mizuki smiled and turned to you, the warmth in his gaze made your heart skip a beat. The lazy smile on his face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer.
He’d never made it a secret he was in a long-term relationship, even if it meant some of his followers didn’t like the fact their new idol was ‘unattainable’; he was honest. He’d spent so much of his life hiding who he was, until he moved out with you.
“So, don’t talk shit, alright? I’m very liberal with the ban button guys,” he said and saw the flood of messages pop up on the screen. He playfully rolled his eyes at his fans.
He never let the fame go to his head, you enjoyed how confident he’d allowed himself to become, even if he still had his moments of imposter syndrome you were always there for him. He was happy to use his funds to take you both places, never worked certain days. You watched him get ready, give his audience the lowdown on the game you were both playing today. You smiled, seeing him become more himself over the last few months had been wonderful.
“Sorry everyone, I’m actually about to kick his ass,” you said with a grin, Mizuki huffing playfully. “Yeah, yeah,” Mizuki chuckled, his hand on your leg giving you a playful squeeze before the game started.
The game was fun, you enjoyed trying new titles with Mizuki, even if they weren’t normally your thing, like this one. Yet you were true to your word as you kicked Mizuki’s ass and the chat was going wild, people throwing around friendly banter and teasing Mizuki. “Maybe you should hand over your channel to me?” you joked as he leaned back in his chair in defeat.
“Best of three?” he asked, turning to face you. He was almost pouting, even at the risk of ruining his cool guy who doesn’t care vibe. “Okay, fine, but if you lose again, you owe me dinner.”
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I used to write for Overwatch years ago under the same blog name but had something big happen in real life and foolishly deleted the blog.
You can sometimes see some of the reblogs floating around.
I'm Jailbird and I'm a huge overwatch fan. After taking a big break I am back.
(I left in 2020 and had been in and out of the game but not active in fandom)
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My overwatch bio and RULES below
°•○☆Rules☆○•°
1. You can request up to 3 chars at a time for headcanons. 1 for drabble/fic
2. All my readers are gender neutral and if I write notsafe fw its mostly genderlessly written. If otherwise I will always state.
3. I do write yandere and dead dove content. Will be tagged.
4. I will not write daddy/mommy kink. Age play, minors, anything racist or homophobic/transphobic etc. No form of pregnancy nor anything with anyone having children.
5. I'm 99% kink friendly.
6. I won't reply to requests that don't have a please or thank you.
7. I will only write for the following characters as of (Mar 4th 2026)
I write for the following
Ana
Ashe
Baptiste
Cassidy
Domina
Emre
Hanzo
Hazard
Junkrat
Lucio
Mauga
Moira
Mizuki
Ramattra
Reaper
Roadhog
Sigma
Sombra
Symmetra
Zenyatta
There are characters I want to write for I just need to learn their canon a little more.
Note: Please be gentle with me and lore/canon. I have not been active in overwatch fandom/writing since 2020. I am doing my best with my ADHD memory brain ✌️
I am proship - I ship canon characters with one another. Love OCs and selfships. Come chat at me about these things <3
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I'm LGBT+, chronically ill and chronically chill. ADHD haver. European. Crafter, writer, coffee consumer. Closer to 40 than 30. I have learning disabilities that I have damn well tried to overcome but I do struggle with grammar and spelling no matter what spellchecker I use but I'm doing my best.
I'm married. I actually met my wife via the first time I wrote overwatch fanfiction hahaha.
Can I request Drabble of what it would be like to date Streamer!Mizuki please? 👀 his recent skin has inspired me to write this seeing how cute it is
I don't know much about streamer culture, as I don't watch them at all, so I hope I did this okay? I'm one of those 'watches a playthrough with no commentary or reactions' kinda guy.
Mizuki x GN Reader
SFW
WC: 760
It had all started pretty simply. Mizuki had a passing interest in streaming and wanted to try it out for himself. He was good at video games, and his sense of humour always made you laugh, but he lacked confidence in himself. He kept stumbling over his self-deprecating feelings, and neither of you knew where to start. For as many streamers as you both watched together, the setup seemed confusing. Despite the hang-ups and doubting himself and many hours of research while cuddled up on the couch together and a decent paycheck from his job, he bought the equipment and set up a space in the spare room of the apartment.
You remembered the first time he streamed, it was his favorite game, something he was passionate about and if no one logged in to watch him then it didn’t matter, he was going to have fun regardless. You gave him a thumbs up, a kiss on the forehead as you moved away, sitting on the chair with a book, close enough to give him the emotional support he might need and you’d get to catch up on reading.
Mizuki started playing, he’d posted the link to his channel around a few places and some friends had said they'd check it out, Kiri joked she would come and hassle him, heckle him a little, Genji also said he’d come support, get the numbers up.
Hanzo pretended he didn’t know what streaming was, not in the mood for something as silly as playing games. Least that's what you thought the reason was. You glanced over at your boyfriend as he sat on his chair, his posture tense until he started to see usernames he recognized. He let out a sigh, his shoulders relaxing, just a little. He sat straight instead of his hunched over postion he always favored when getting into the nitty-gritty of his gaming sessions.
Hard to believe that was only a few months ago.
Now he was in the full swing of things. Hundreds of people jumped online when he made an announcement he was going to stream. Mizuki was happy, he didn’t think people would like him at all, let alone this much. He started to come out of his shell, make more jokes, make his sassy comments when needed and he was a hit for it. You loved and supported him, sometimes gamed alongside him, like today.
“So guys, you know my partner, they’ll be playing today...” Mizuki smiled and turned to you, the warmth in his gaze made your heart skip a beat. The lazy smile on his face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer.
He’d never made it a secret he was in a long-term relationship, even if it meant some of his followers didn’t like the fact their new idol was ‘unattainable’; he was honest. He’d spent so much of his life hiding who he was, until he moved out with you.
“So, don’t talk shit, alright? I’m very liberal with the ban button guys,” he said and saw the flood of messages pop up on the screen. He playfully rolled his eyes at his fans.
He never let the fame go to his head, you enjoyed how confident he’d allowed himself to become, even if he still had his moments of imposter syndrome you were always there for him. He was happy to use his funds to take you both places, never worked certain days. You watched him get ready, give his audience the lowdown on the game you were both playing today. You smiled, seeing him become more himself over the last few months had been wonderful.
“Sorry everyone, I’m actually about to kick his ass,” you said with a grin, Mizuki huffing playfully. “Yeah, yeah,” Mizuki chuckled, his hand on your leg giving you a playful squeeze before the game started.
The game was fun, you enjoyed trying new titles with Mizuki, even if they weren’t normally your thing, like this one. Yet you were true to your word as you kicked Mizuki’s ass and the chat was going wild, people throwing around friendly banter and teasing Mizuki. “Maybe you should hand over your channel to me?” you joked as he leaned back in his chair in defeat.
“Best of three?” he asked, turning to face you. He was almost pouting, even at the risk of ruining his cool guy who doesn’t care vibe. “Okay, fine, but if you lose again, you owe me dinner.”
Hello! I am opening commissions. I need to make some money for groceries this month.
SFW 1k words - £15
NS_FW 1kwords - £20
I write Canon x Canon - and OC x canon. I am kink and vanilla friendly. Please send me a DM if interested or any questions!
Check other fandoms I write for here @the-archivist-writes
If you'd like to just support me here is my kofi
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I've not written in like 6 months due to medical stuff but I am actually very proud of this one. Crackship, I know. Chap one is up.
Ship: Shion/Emre [TigerAi?]
Chapters: 1/?
SFW
Read on AO3 if you prefer
---
Neon Junction was bright, too bright. He leaned against the wall, scowling at the wet pavement; the puddles reflected the gaudy lights, bathing everything in a sickly palette of blues, pinks, and purples. Too bright, he thought again as he adjusted his stance, rolling his shoulders. The rain brought the biting cold and it seeped into the joints of his body, the scars left by his modifications.
Emre had decided this wasn't the place for him. The city charged with electricity, never pausing, never sleeping and it made him feel every inch of the exhaustion in his bones.
The job of a dutiful dog of Vendetta meant whatever choices the system within him didn't take, she did. He sighed a shaky breath as he looked into the sky, no stars hung in the inky expanse, snuffed out by the light pollution, he felt something deeply ironic at that thought; he could relate.
Vendetta had wanted a bodyguard while meeting with the leader of the Hashimoto, he wished he’d been joined by Frej, but she was needed elsewhere. Emre had a feeling there was a ploy to keep them apart as much as possible, though he couldn't prove it and what if he could? It wasn’t like Talon had a HR department that would deal with his grievances; others barely in his direction. His so-called teammates simply saw him as a machine that still thought of itself as human.
He watched as the rain started up again, drops falling from the cloudless sky, splashing in the puddles from before, causing the reflected lights to shapeshift into neon oilspill. He glared as he felt the cold pin pricks on his skin, rolling down his cheeks like tears he’d forgotten he could shed.
Emre headed inside, hopefully the boss lady was finished and they could return to their less sickly coloured base. At least Talon red suited him. He chuckled bitterly at his own joke. After all, it was better to laugh than to cry, right?
–
Shion was as sharp as she looked, those eyes scanned over everything that had the misfortune of catching her attention, which happened to be Emre at this moment. The way he dragged his feet, his downcast gaze as the glowing eye on his chest looked around, meeting her gaze. Emre looked up and saw the woman, the omnic who wore the mask of a beauty. Not his type, but he couldn’t deny she was stunning.
Emre had never held the same dislike of omics as some of his former teammates. Sometimes Frej’s reaction to them made him feel disgusted at himself. The fear that perhaps deep down she felt the same hate towards him, he was the same sort of monster on paper as any of those ‘bots’ during the crisis.
He’d always been better at seeing the grey areas in life than she had. With the blood on his hands, he could hardly judge anyone anymore. No better than those he promised to protect people from.
Emre was brought out of his thoughts when the crisp click clack of heels pricked his ears, Chernobog forcing him to focus on the omnic as she walked, no, sauntered over to him. The way he painted lips pulled into a smirk, her eyes whirling and calibrating as she examined him.
“Well, well, aren’t you the most fascinating specimen of what Talon has to offer?” Her voice was a purr, her throat lighting up red as she spoke. Her words came out in a purr despite the clearly robotic feedback that tinged her sultry tone.
Emre knew he was a flirt, he’d been told off for it back in his youth, his overwatch rookie days and even now he knew he couldn’t help himself with Feja. But he’d never been into this brand of flirting, the obvious hunger of a predator sizing up its prey. The way the omnic with the horns acted every bit of the devil she looked as her lips curled into something darker. She wanted to watch the world burn, ever squirming, whimpering, scream of agony at a time.
She didn’t want to own or claim. She wanted to play with her toys until they broke into pieces at her hands. And he wasn’t going to play that game. He’d be the first to admit his self-preservation was at an all-time low, but he wouldn't step into the jaws of disaster this way.
“Is the boss ready to leave?” he asked, keeping his voice level, he didn’t want to piss her off or welcome whatever game she was offering him a turn in.
“Aww, are you that desperate to leave?” She tilted her head to one side, the grin never shifting as her eyes glowed to match her voice patterns. She moved closer with the elegance of a tiger stalking its prey.
“We all have work to do,”
Shion giggled, unsettling with her unmoving lips, the sound never reaching those eyes that bore into his. How could eyes so inhuman reach so deep? He swallowed as she moved closer, a hand on his chest, over the glass of the ever-watching eye. “ああ、私のハンサムな息子” (Oh, my handsome boy.) She giggled again and traced the edge of his chest plate.
Emre grimaced as Chernbog translated the language he didn’t know, relaying it through their shared circuits. The wires like a second set of veins, burning within himself.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that work can be fun?” That same clawing tone, altogether too fake, as if designed to be what a man wanted to hear. How many people had this worked on? How many people would drop to their knees for her? A fly waiting for the trap's jaws to close, snuffing out its life.
Emre looked up at her, the way she looked down her perfect nose with eyes glowing dangerously, waiting for his next move. Emre took her hand into his own, pulling it from his chest. “Maybe another time,” he said as the sound of Vendetta clearing her throat split the tense air of a machine pretending to be human and a human who was more machine than anything.
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Hi! I see that you have a ocxcanon overwatch server and was wondering if it was okay for a 17 turning 18 (this year) year old to join? If not that's totally okay! 🥹
Sadly we have a strict rule for 18 upwards. You are more than welcome to join when 18!
I've not written in like 6 months due to medical stuff but I am actually very proud of this one. Crackship, I know. Chap one is up.
Ship: Shion/Emre [TigerAi?]
Chapters: 1/?
SFW
Read on AO3 if you prefer
---
Neon Junction was bright, too bright. He leaned against the wall, scowling at the wet pavement; the puddles reflected the gaudy lights, bathing everything in a sickly palette of blues, pinks, and purples. Too bright, he thought again as he adjusted his stance, rolling his shoulders. The rain brought the biting cold and it seeped into the joints of his body, the scars left by his modifications.
Emre had decided this wasn't the place for him. The city charged with electricity, never pausing, never sleeping and it made him feel every inch of the exhaustion in his bones.
The job of a dutiful dog of Vendetta meant whatever choices the system within him didn't take, she did. He sighed a shaky breath as he looked into the sky, no stars hung in the inky expanse, snuffed out by the light pollution, he felt something deeply ironic at that thought; he could relate.
Vendetta had wanted a bodyguard while meeting with the leader of the Hashimoto, he wished he’d been joined by Frej, but she was needed elsewhere. Emre had a feeling there was a ploy to keep them apart as much as possible, though he couldn't prove it and what if he could? It wasn’t like Talon had a HR department that would deal with his grievances; others barely in his direction. His so-called teammates simply saw him as a machine that still thought of itself as human.
He watched as the rain started up again, drops falling from the cloudless sky, splashing in the puddles from before, causing the reflected lights to shapeshift into neon oilspill. He glared as he felt the cold pin pricks on his skin, rolling down his cheeks like tears he’d forgotten he could shed.
Emre headed inside, hopefully the boss lady was finished and they could return to their less sickly coloured base. At least Talon red suited him. He chuckled bitterly at his own joke. After all, it was better to laugh than to cry, right?
–
Shion was as sharp as she looked, those eyes scanned over everything that had the misfortune of catching her attention, which happened to be Emre at this moment. The way he dragged his feet, his downcast gaze as the glowing eye on his chest looked around, meeting her gaze. Emre looked up and saw the woman, the omnic who wore the mask of a beauty. Not his type, but he couldn’t deny she was stunning.
Emre had never held the same dislike of omics as some of his former teammates. Sometimes Frej’s reaction to them made him feel disgusted at himself. The fear that perhaps deep down she felt the same hate towards him, he was the same sort of monster on paper as any of those ‘bots’ during the crisis.
He’d always been better at seeing the grey areas in life than she had. With the blood on his hands, he could hardly judge anyone anymore. No better than those he promised to protect people from.
Emre was brought out of his thoughts when the crisp click clack of heels pricked his ears, Chernobog forcing him to focus on the omnic as she walked, no, sauntered over to him. The way he painted lips pulled into a smirk, her eyes whirling and calibrating as she examined him.
“Well, well, aren’t you the most fascinating specimen of what Talon has to offer?” Her voice was a purr, her throat lighting up red as she spoke. Her words came out in a purr despite the clearly robotic feedback that tinged her sultry tone.
Emre knew he was a flirt, he’d been told off for it back in his youth, his overwatch rookie days and even now he knew he couldn’t help himself with Feja. But he’d never been into this brand of flirting, the obvious hunger of a predator sizing up its prey. The way the omnic with the horns acted every bit of the devil she looked as her lips curled into something darker. She wanted to watch the world burn, ever squirming, whimpering, scream of agony at a time.
She didn’t want to own or claim. She wanted to play with her toys until they broke into pieces at her hands. And he wasn’t going to play that game. He’d be the first to admit his self-preservation was at an all-time low, but he wouldn't step into the jaws of disaster this way.
“Is the boss ready to leave?” he asked, keeping his voice level, he didn’t want to piss her off or welcome whatever game she was offering him a turn in.
“Aww, are you that desperate to leave?” She tilted her head to one side, the grin never shifting as her eyes glowed to match her voice patterns. She moved closer with the elegance of a tiger stalking its prey.
“We all have work to do,”
Shion giggled, unsettling with her unmoving lips, the sound never reaching those eyes that bore into his. How could eyes so inhuman reach so deep? He swallowed as she moved closer, a hand on his chest, over the glass of the ever-watching eye. “ああ、私のハンサムな息子” (Oh, my handsome boy.) She giggled again and traced the edge of his chest plate.
Emre grimaced as Chernbog translated the language he didn’t know, relaying it through their shared circuits. The wires like a second set of veins, burning within himself.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that work can be fun?” That same clawing tone, altogether too fake, as if designed to be what a man wanted to hear. How many people had this worked on? How many people would drop to their knees for her? A fly waiting for the trap's jaws to close, snuffing out its life.
Emre looked up at her, the way she looked down her perfect nose with eyes glowing dangerously, waiting for his next move. Emre took her hand into his own, pulling it from his chest. “Maybe another time,” he said as the sound of Vendetta clearing her throat split the tense air of a machine pretending to be human and a human who was more machine than anything.
