#harmoniris

honesty was more of a horror than failed empires  &  legendary plagues.   head turned to face the individual next to them,  a man crafted of peace and compassion.  all the things they were not.  it made them feel inferior,  to be near someone so pure-hearted as something crawled from darkness and hatred     ;    the rush of blood to their cheeks perhaps a dead giveaway of their hesitation of something important   /   how they DESPISED it.  one hand released the other, tentatively seeking the warmth of zenyatta’s skin   ( finding  it  on  his  arm  with  a  gentle  grasp,  fingers  ghosting  over  heat  of  flesh ).   

❛    . . .  do you think love is futile ?    ❜   

zen voice: my student this scheme is diabolical ... i just can't make any sense of it ....

meme !

as the cold of the void embraced him,  so had its permanent deformation of body  ;    a sin inherent to his emotions,  to the way he touched and breathed and talked.  every single individual who indulged in the desires of the flesh had condoned a step towards an eternity in the realm beyond,  something they often considered a wrongdoing,  a gesture cleanse-worthy.  few were comfortable knowing their fingers burned skin white as milk,  thin veins mapped underneath clear as daylight,  a corpse with a soul wandering inside   ----  and even fewer had felt it warm up beneath palm,  witnessing it shift to what some would consider alive.    a pleasant warmth and a heart that beat rapid against ribs.

who didn’t take comfort in a lover that felt human   ?    as it seemed,  that did not matter to zen.  even when there were claws and teeth like pins,  he stayed.    even as the world collapsed to nothingness,  he could hear his voice.  it was extraordinary,  to have a man stick around even when rage tore the vicious outsider apart from the inside,  black essence leaking from wound inflicted upon himself.    zen had seen it all,  from the frail young man to a beast of shadow.    and here oliver was,  in his arms,  promising to never let anyone touch him,  look at him,  speak to him     -----   not in the way those people did,  with snarls and disgust,  like he were some sort of animal.   never again would anyone touch tekhartha zenyatta,  not for as long as he lived.  whether he had to use teeth,  claws or the cut of words,  he didn’t care.  

nobody would touch him.  

“  we heard you requested our presence.  is there something of importance you wish to discuss ?  ”

ive switched to using my controller from my xbox when playing on pc so i dont forget the controls LOL

mcgenji

The Mun’s rating || NOTP / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / BROTP / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / OTP

The Mun’s thoughts || I LOVE THEM??? I think when it comes to fanart they have the most enjoyable content imo. Especially with the newly released Blackwatch content. Angry small + dirty large has always been my favorite kind of ship WHOOPS

The Muse’s rating || Fuck NO / Totally bros. / don’t know / I’d ship it.

The Muse’s thoughts || “…不愉快です”

genyatta

The Mun’s rating || NOTP / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / BROTP / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / OTP

The Mun’s thoughts || I definitely see potential in a ship if there is a chance to explore it. I don’t feel TOO much on them though since it’s not the kind of ship dynamic I usually like but I’m open for it :o

The Muse’s rating || Fuck NO / Totally bros. / don’t know / I’d ship it.

HOW HOLY SHIT