#maxdatta

maxdatta commission for someone who does not have a tumblr!

the pose was specifically requested, including the doomfist gauntlet

AN ASKER DOTH APPROACH FOR THIS.

29. favorite story/poem of another author.

Whoo nelly, that’s a tough one cause like...I have a whole bookmarks archive of favorite fics I revisit at least once or twice a week lol One fic I visit frequently just for the good feels and just overall positive safe/sane-ness is Gravity Pulls Inwards by headraline of AO3, plus it’s sequel! 

...yes I am low key Overwatch trash now, meet me behind the Wendy’s and bring your weapon of choice. sWEATS.

45.  share the synopsis of a story you work on that you haven’t published yet

Ooookay, let me just take a peek into my WIP and plot files...*opens file, gets killed under pile of files and docs and hastily typed notes for fics I Will Never Write* Ah! Here we go!

It actually doesn’t have a proper synopsis, but here’s a bit of dialogue instead. Ahem... 

“He had never met the two Omnics standing before him, but he knew of them; few people in Tokyo - the world - did not know of them. But it was not Maximilien he was the most terrified of. It was the white Omnic that lived in his own city he found himself the most terrified of. Recognition lit up his lines when he caught the exposed thigh and its ornate tattoo; an enameled art piece of a soft lavender iris with an artfully curved stem and leaves, boasting a full blossom in the prime of its life. 

Tekhartha “Iris” Mondatta; the patriarch of the most prestigious, high-end nightclub in all of Tokyo, if not all of Japan. The Iris Garden, on paper, was a well known and very exclusive nightclub, bar, and obscure tea room for high end business men and women. But everyone in Tokyo knew otherwise. It bore the brunt of both respectable and lowly names, but its looming, tiered-garden high-rise had yet to falter under protest or law. Mondatta’s garden was one to fear, its clients held in the tender care of his exclusively Omnic wards.

“Flowers” they were called, all bearing the name of a flower, spice, or tree; all marked with their given namesakes, just like their master. His establishment and his wards had all certainly earned the scorned title of “whorehouse”, and the slightly more respectable title of “rabu hoteru”. The rumors exploding about the Iris Garden were never discussed in polite company. The rumors of what Mondatta did to those who slighted him - even his own charges - were never to be discussed within ten miles of the Iris Garden. Tokyo, like any big city, had its underground, and he shared in its dubious prestige alongside yakuza and high-end criminals alike. 

Mondatta was the king, the gardener, of one of the biggest secrets everyone knew in Tokyo. His might and power were only matched by the reverence he evoked and the beauty he radiated. And Zenyatta was now lying at the Omnic’s feet like a sacrificial offering.

All because he stole a Maker’s damned watch.”

Short version: AU where Zen is working 24/7 during a shaky time of peace between Omnics and humans in Tokyo, and catches the attention of Maximilien and Tekhartha “Iris” Mondatta; two fo the most powerful and influential Omnics on the planet; one the dubious business Omnic with the Underground on a leach, and the other the patriarch of a high end and holy whorehouse. His choices: forgeight his life to Maximilien, or forgeight his freedom to Mondatta to repay his debt.

Will be future Genyatta, mild and openly ambiguous Zendatta, and Maxdatta.

The hope is to get this fic out by next year since it would be a series, and it’s first story is technically finished, I just need to get started on the sequel and other bits to go along with it.