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Some late night doodles of Jötunn Mauga skin 💕💕💕

Translation of the Spanish bits:

Male: Stupid and sexy Mauga- What if we cut the braid and get over with this? Firecracker: DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! Male: LET GO YOU FAT TITIED COW AND THE HAIRY PUSSY OF YOUR MOTHER (Literal translation of the insult) Abel: God give me strength-

LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH SLOAN CAMERON aka VENTURE 🥰💜💛

The song that always comes to my mind when I see, think about them:

HEHEHEJEHE CLOSE UP ✨✨

VOYAGER BEING SO TOUCH STARVED WITH THEM 🤭💛💜

GRACIAS POR TODO SLOAN, POR TI LE ECHO GANAS A MI VIDA, A CUIDARME Y A LA CHAMBA!! ✨

Thanks to Alondra Dian for the comm✨

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!! MY VENTURE!! MY SLOAN!!! MY SPOUSE!!!!!!

I love you so much, youre my everything

Bet! She's still in the works, but I've already decided I want to ship her with Doom, lol. Take this random ass thing I wrote up!! Any questions about her I'd be so very pleased to answer. <3

Ortolan is rather complex in the way that she is. While never exactly an official Overwatch agent, she was loosely acquainted, and at some point could be found within their database and minimal online articles. She had been extended an invitation to formally join at one point in time, but rejected it in favour of living outside of the public eye, formerly suffering with agoraphobia in her young adult years.

Her work and input were often small, but it still left Winston leaving a smiley face next to her file as he typed it up. He'd thought them to be friends - at least somewhat. Even if she was flighty and weird, unable to relax and let people past that stiff, awkward shell. It was a nice little addition to their database, like a family photo with that one distant cousin you love all the same.

Although, when Overwatch had disbanded, fallen apart and melted away like ash in snow, everyone had assumed that those particular files were safe. Not necessarily firewalled to the nines, but unimportant enough that they be left alone by any power hungry tyrants on the look out for scraps of information.

Or so they had thought.

Winston had yet to remember that she'd been right in the heart of their operations at times, seen their worsts, their bests, their personal lives, their work lives and everything in-between. Too busy shielding everyone else to remember that she was practically a little goldmine of information. And the file with all of her personal information lay unguarded, bare and unprotected like a baby animal fresh from the mould of its shell.

So, unsuspectingly easy for a bubble-gum chewing hacker to stumble across, violet eyes bright and tuned, like a predator honing in on prey. Something new and shiny to show the big boss, something fresh and enticing to curry favour with him and hopefully line her pockets. A new target.