Ramattra with Talon

Why are they so hard to draw

Zenyatta I’m so sorry

RED

A very self-indulgent thing which I have no idea how it came to be. Also pink under the cut

PINK

Which was made by accident when I tried to find better color settings. My friend saw the process with this one and liked it so much I decided to make it too.

did some studies of maximilien because i've never drawn him before but diverbots and their adorable rammax art has inspired me

i'm a genyattra shipper myself but i can sure get behind some rammax. mantra is so cute!

and some independent sketches

i wilL KILL HIM !

FINALLY feeding my overwatch followers. hi girlies.

omnics in love!!!!

" It's just business ... "

Any ideas for Mirrorwatch/Mirrorverse Maximilien since I've noticed something with Vengeance Mercy is that she has the same pin that Maximilien wears. The livre tournois (₶) I find that intriguing she would wear something like that. I don't think Maximilien would join Vengeance side of all things. (Maybe he's being forced against his will to help them but that's just me) I like to think he's working for the Mirror Overwatch and is doing his best too help out in any way he can.

Oh year he's definitely working with MW!Overwatch and considering that both Amelie and Akande would likely still have their fortunes in this universe I could honestly see him being a big help as its likely that in this universe the reformed Overwatch is incredibly small. Meaning they would have to use these funds wisely.

I still don't think he'd be combat orientated, and I think he'd still be a bit of a coward, but his heart would be in the right place. I also think a big factor would be Ramattra's death... because when you think about it his death was probably a lot more brutal then in canon as Lena is a close range fighter. Basically there are a lot of reasons why Max would be with this universes Overwatch.

As for why Vengeance would be wearing that symbol? This is more speculation, but if they keep to Angela's background of working with the organisation she's currently a part of since she was a teenager (she volunteered with Overwatch in canon), then it's likely to assume that in this universe she joined Talon at a young age.

More importantly she likely would have still joined around the same time Cassidy did. Meaning they could still be close in this universe. Like you said it doesn't make sense for Vengeance to wear that pin if Max isn't working for her, unless you account for the fact that Cassidy would care a lot more about money in this universe, and if they're still close in this universe. That pin could have been a gift from MW!Cassidy.

Doomfist: *looking ramattra up and down, very much checking him out* …

Max: *seething with jealousy, grabs him by the ear* IM THE ONLY OMNIC YOU NEED TO WORRY ABOUT!!

do you think maximilien plays solitaire in his head to cope w the fact that he can't gamble?

I mean he's fully capable of it, but I see it more as something he does when he's bored than him being anguished over not being able to gamble.

I think for him, he's not as broken up about omnic gambling being illegal as you'd think. I think for him, the Casino is this grand engine of loads and loads of data on the subtlest human behaviors and decisions. Just because he's not at the table doesn't mean he doesn't have a game of his own.

Chapter 2 of Take A Gamble On Me is up!

HEAR ME OUT!!! RAMMAX ROLESWAP AU!! (They have taken over my mind and I already have designs, LIKE THIS POST IF U WANT ME TO POST)

Another half-empty expensive restaurant, for another "business" conversation. Such places were out of the reach of ordinary people. Eve was familiar with Maximilien, and of all the omnics, she liked him the least. Akande's hand rested roughly on the back of her neck. The subdued light, red neon, left a sense of unease in her soul. A pair of security omnics beside Maximilien stood menacingly behind him. "It didn't matter, though," she thought to herself. Nothing bad could happen to her as long as he was around.

Max and Akande were talking about Talon openly beside her, as much as omnic liked it. Eve tried not to get into their conversation, sipping her cocktail and complementing Akande's image beautifully. The people around her glanced at her at times, as if worried about the picture, but she smiled coquettishly back at them. Doomfist, as always, was fine with everything about tonight. He liked to put her on display that way.

-Thank you for the meeting, Mr. Ogundimu. -Likewise, Max. Maximilien stood up, walked slowly toward Eve. A metallic hand touched her pale fingers. -Madam. Just as slowly and imposingly, he brought her hand to his "lips" . She smiled sweetly in response. For some reason, even with the fact that Max was several times smaller and less intimidating than Akande - every time omnic touched her, it left a strange feeling of unrest somewhere inside. Akande grinned at what was happening, the heavy prosthesis gently squeezing her skin. A little after that Max left, Akande made a few more calls to his lieutenants.

After a while they walked out to Akande's car, only there was Eve able to breathe a full breath. Every such "social" reception felt like a performance for her. She got into the car, to Akande's right, adjusting her silver dress. Akande's low voice sounded as gentle as it was stern. -You have behaved well, princess. -When have I not behaved well in front of your "colleagues"? Akande? -Right. The iron fingers of his other hand lifted her by the chin. -Don't be so stubborn, you know these meetings are important. And you needed to unwind. She looked into his eyes, then away. -Yes, I know… Can we go back to the hotel now? - Of course. Akande grinned and with a slight movement, he started the engine and they drove down the nighttime Rialto.

If I don't draw it then no one will

Because God Knows I Don’t Want to be an Angel: A Ramattra/Maximilien Fan Fiction

Summary: I Ramattra is a trusted business partner with Talon. However, despite his sophisticated position, it fails to quench his ever growing need to be violent to those who anger him. After another one of his little stints, Max takes it upon himself to teach Ramattra a lesson, just as he's done every time before.

WC: 7,000+, first 1007 words available here, rest is found on Ao3

Rating: Explicit

A/N: Hello!! Sorry for the hiatus ><!! I hope you guys enjoy!!

When Ramattra had created his deal with Talon when he tied the ribbon that wrapped Null Sector and Talon together, there was only one rule for him to follow: do not fuck anything up. Talon had done their best to accommodate him, putting him under the hands of one of their most influential, Omnic counselors: Maximilien. He was the kind of rule Ramattra needed. He was respectful and stern, yet could contrast with Ramattra by using his slick demeanor and expensive taste. He balanced Ramattra out, making him more tolerable, especially when in a bad mood. He kept Ramattra together, which kept Null Sector and parts of Talon together. Ramattra had grown close to the Omnic, often staying with him in his room and office and wading by his side during meetings. It might’ve been safe to say that Max had a hand on him, a heavy hand that kept him in his place, which was by Max’s side. Ramattra was good, calm, and, most importantly, stable as long as he had Max.

On the other hand, Max also seemed to enjoy Ramattra’s presence. He seemed more comfortable with Ramattra by his side, keeping him around like some kind of mechanical guard dog. Ramattra naturally looked angrier than Maxmillian, with angry upturned optical slits in his face plate and a long, sharp face that made Ramattra look like he was constantly sneering in disdain. Long, wild ribbon cables framed his face and neck, making him look more prominent. He was interested when Max needed him to be, and he was conversational enough that no employees asked Max what was wrong with his newest companion. However, Max never saw Ramattra as the intimidating, brooding Omnic everyone else saw. To him, Ramattra was a shiny accessory, an extra weapon in his extensive arsenal. A weapon that Max took ample care of, of course. He wiped Ramattra clean, took him to expensive bars and casinos, and spoiled him with only the most lavish gifts. He was biased towards Ramattra, and Max had to ensure everyone saw it.

It was the same behind closed doors as well. Their nights were mainly on Max sitting on Ramattra’s lap, polishing his face plate and cooing to him like a new, pristine toy. Ramattra would hold Max, gently running his hands up and down Max’s body as he was polished. Sometimes Ramattra would give Max his sweet words, his systems heating up as he watched Max hide his face like a giddy little schoolgirl. Max was incredibly touchy, always running his hands over Ramattra’s body in some way or another. He’d run a hand over Ramattra’s back in the faces of company, hold Ramattra’s arm in meetings, and idly toy with Ramattra’s ribbons when they sat in Max’s office. Ramattra usually met these touches with groans and sighs, but Max could see right through him. Ramattra enjoyed his company, just as Max had enjoyed his, and Max planned to keep it that way.

However, despite the showers of attention he had received from Max, Ramattra still had a certain bloodlust that he needed to quell. Violent images plagued his mind, his soul, and his body. He thirsted for the specific brand of chaos he was known for, the fear it garnered, and the attention focused on him and Null Sector. Unfortunately, it was an adrenaline feeling that he loved, a lust that drove him wild. It made him want to run out into the world, hunting for something to feed his growing hunger for violence. But, his appetite needed to be kept calm and quelled not to disrupt the delicate balance that was the deal between Talon and Null Sector. It had already taken him so long to find someone to hear his message. He didn’t need to lose the opportunity now.

Nobody is perfect, though.

Ramattra isn’t too sure what had gotten into him. Maybe it was because it was dark and Ramattra hated the dark, or perhaps it was because there were too many people around and Ramattra hated people, but any explanation could be used to excuse what he did.

He had gone out into the night, the pale moon bathing Ramattra’s metallic features in a coat of blinding white light. Small stars twinkled in the sky, a dark, dazzling scarf wrapping around the Earth. The district of Monte Carlo was bustling, excited crowds laughing and screaming amongst themselves, gossip flying through the air like little, tainted fireflies. Giant skyscrapers caressed the skies, their golden lights flooding the streets and lighting up the crowds. Groups of men and women flocked through the various bars and restaurants, some becoming so wasted that all they could do was drunkenly stumble through the streets, mumbling and bumbling and laughing over anything they found remotely interesting. It was a city of bliss that Ramattra could not feel, no matter how hard he tried. All he could do was awkwardly walk through the crowds, a strange, tight void filling. It could only be defined as one thing: loneliness. Max wasn’t there with him; he was one of the only Omnics in sight and the only Ravager on the street.

Ramattra had been doing an alright job at minding his own business. Despite the scattered stares and scowls, he would receive and the hushed whispers about the gigantic robot roaming the streets, Ramattra had continued to wander forward. Max wanted him to get out and explore the city, so Ramattra respected his request despite Max remaining at his headquarters. Ramattra looked around, his eyes scanning the rows and rows of fancy boutiques and dimly lit bars, but there wasn’t a thing he found interesting. He had some kind of hope. Maybe there was a bookshop nearby, one where he could peacefully huddle in the corner and read an excellent book, or a cafe where he could simply just admire the mountainous scenery of Monaco. He just wanted to hide. To curl up in a little ball and avoid all the bitter, human stares.

And then it happened.

Whats even the point of reblog account if i keep reblogging to main on accident