So Radiant Gardens is besieged by an enormous amount of strong heartless, so strong that they almost manage to take over the castle in a single day. Sora, Riku, and Kairi, along with Mickey and co, fly over and try to help stop the siege.
The chaos quickly separates everyone and Sora ends up with Squall, fighting off masses of heartless alone. The two get overwhelmed and Squall basically shields Sora as long as he can, until a clawed hand reaches into his chest and rips out his heart.
Sora soon follows the same fate, but is astounded at how ruthlessly Squall tried to protect him. Guilt and confusion plague Sora in his last moments, as he makes one last wish, that in the end binds them together as they become heartless.
They aren’t together at the start of this Au btw. At least not yet. o(○｀ω´○)9
Heartless Sora wandered away, intrigued by a flower he saw earlier. However two people notice his presence and decided to attack him. Luckily Squall found him before things got worse.
Or an day in the life of a kind heatless.
I always imagined the heartless saw the world as a dark, disoriented mess. The only thing that stood out to them were people’s hearts, which is why they want to possess them so much. Like a candle in a inky abyss.
So Squall and Sora do eventually get their hearts back. (There is also a small side story with Roxas and Squall’s nobody before that happened, but I’ll get to that later.)
They’re both back to normal, at least that’s what everyone else thinks, that is until they start to notice the two exhibiting new quirks. For one, they can’t sleep without the other. After five days of trying to sleep separately, Squall and Sora are so tired by the end of it they can barely function and give up, deciding to sleep together for both of their sakes.
Two, they will still sometimes exhibit some traits from their heartless forms. For example Sora will occasionally jerk around randomly and jump at loud noises, only to scurry away and hide behind Squall. Squall on they other hand will find himself literally growling in irritation, much to his utter embarrassment.
I always had this headcanon, that the Griever Ultimecia summoned in the final fight, was just a corrupt/copy, and the true Griever was Squall all along. So of course I included it in my main Squall/Sora AU.
See in the AU, Squall and his friends were sent through the time distortion after defeating Ultimecia, and ended up in the kingdom hearts world. Unfortunately Sophia, Seifer, Zell. Quistis, Laguna, Irvine, and more were reverted to younger ages and lost their memories.
Squall however has remained the same age (17) since he was sent through the distortion later and retained his memories. Anyway, later on in the AU Ultimica shows up, crazed and furious, yelling at Squall that she wants Griever back, and Squall is like WTF are you talking about?, and then fighting ensues.
And then at some point Squall becomes Griever and kicks her ass with Sora’s help.
Being surrounded by dozens of novice mages and druids in Stormwind can cause some unfortunate accidents. Luckily for them, Anduin is forgiving and kind, his father…not so much.
NEVER BE SORRY FOR AWESOME QUESTIONS. ALso had a hell of a time trying to figure out what colors would be good for Squall, what do you guys think about this palette?
Monster’s Inc Sora challenging Squall to a scare off. who is low key embarrassed. Squall’s ironically scarier when he’s just acting normal.
Last one is a very sleepy Squall. Normally Squall is the first one up and has to drag Sora out of bed, but on some rare days it’s the opposite. Sora finds these times terribly amusing, seeing Squall disheveled hair as he shuffles around the apartment in a daze.
It also makes his heart want to burst, knowing that Squall is comfortable enough to let him see him in this vulnerable state.
So I got stupidly invested in a personal headcanon about the main protagonist from Digimon Hacker’s Memory, who I named Casper. I imagined him to be secretly cold and calculating on the inside, while acting innocent and kind on the outside.
He’s not evil, but he’s had a long life of being ignored, and he’s sick of it. Casper is also more than willing to do dubious things to get what he wants done, especially for the sake of his digimon.
Tentomon, the first digimon he got, is made up of corrupted data, making it unable to speak. It also acts very childlike, but can become very deadly if it, or Casper is threatened. ((It’s final digivolution is Grankuwagamon))
Palamon is the leader of the bunch and watches over Gabumon and Tentomon when Casper not around. She remains cool and collected no matter what, and is smart. He albino flower caused her to be rejected by other digimon as it reminded them of a death lily. ((Her final digivolution is Rosemon burst mode))
Finally Black Gabumon is the headstrong and aggressive member of the group. He won’t back down from a fight and won’t stop until his opponent is down. His violent nature made him an outcast and he tries his best to suppress it, especially for Casper. ((His final digivolution is black metalgarurumon))
So the team somehow gets transported to Skyrim and things gets crazy, considering all of them get separated for a year.
Noctis lands right in the middle of Ulfric’s capture and ends up at the chopping block in Helgen, lucky enough Alduin arrives in time and allows Noctis to escape. The prince then learns that he’s something called a Dragonborn and find himself compelled to answer the call of the word walls scattered about in Skyrim. =Noctis is proficient in conjuration and necromancy=
Ignis ends up in the middle of the Mage’s college and strikes a deal. He will tell the curious mages about his world in exchange for lessons in magic, along with knowledge about this new world. He is the first of the group Noctis finds, as his travels brought him to the mage’s college. =Ignis is proficient in healing/ward spells and daggers=
Poor Prompto ends up nearRiften and is thrown in jail until he is bailed out by Brynjolf and accepted into the Thieves guild. Prompto steals in order to pay back his debt and only stumbles into Noctis and Ignis when he accidentally enters their inn room to steal their stuff. =Prompto is proficient in stealth and archery=
Last is Gladiolus who stumbles into the companions who are fighting off a giant. After showing how skilled he is the members allow him to join the group, and quickly rises through the ranks until he joins the inner circle and becomes a werewolf. He finally finds the rest of the group when they stop by Whiterun. =Gladio is proficient in Two handed swords and shields=
Connor: To get in I need to look like I’ve been on the run. Like, I’ve been living in a dumpster. Complete trash mammal. Like I just got out of a dustbin.
Hey again! Sorry that I made you worry earlier but here it is. I hope this is good enough and that it helps you 💙 (again, thank you and I’m happy you like my writing)
Before you and
Connor had gotten together, the android new that you suffered from anxiety and
depression. He knew how to deal with people that struggled with this because of
his programming and since the first day he had met you and detected your symptoms,
Connor had always wanted to help you out.
Now in a
relationship, it was not different for him. If he could take a load off of
shoulders, Connor would do it without hesitation. If you some days you felt
that you did not have the energy to do anything, he would stay by your side,
reassuring you that it was alright, and you did not have to do something if you
did not have the energy for it.
Today was one of
those days where everything inside of you was at its peak. Your anxiety was not
letting you be at peace and you could only sulk in defeat at this, worsening
your depression. You could only lay on your bed, wrapping the blankets around
your body, null to everything around you.
While sulking
in your sheets, you heard the sound of your front door open. Connor was the
only one with an extra key to your house – he had asked beforehand if he could
have a key to your house just in case – and his footsteps could be heard quickly
approaching where you were. You did not make an effort to look up at him once
he was at your bedside, but you felt as your bed creaked under his weight.
“Sorry to come
unexpectedly, but I tried calling you and when you did not answer, I had
to come see you.” You began to feel guilty for making him worry and you
brought your knees close to your body, getting into a tight ball.
“Sorry,” you said
below a whisper. Then, Connor went to your other side where he could see your
face. With a soft smile, he placed a hand on your cheek.
“It’s alright.
All that matters is that you’re safe.” Extending his arms towards you so he could
take you into his arms, you slowly shuffled towards him and let your self fall
to his chest. He let out some air escape from his lips as he placed a hand on your back to so he could rub your back, trying to comfort you.
“Everything will
be alright,” Connor said softly. “I’m here for you and to help you.” He placed
a delicate kiss on your cheek and kept cradling you in his arms, a comfortable silence taking over the room.
A Travel Guide with pictures, compiled by freelance scribe and adventurer, Raelle Broken-Blade
DAWNSTAR
Hold Capital of ‘The Pale’ because everything around it is covered in snow. Has a small docking area so it can be accessed by ships that sail on the Sea of Ghosts. Other attractions are the Mythic Dawn museum and a creepy nightmare tower that plagues everyone’s dreams. The Jarl is old, senile, and needs to retire. Can Jarls do that? Or do they just die and death = retirement? I talked to the captain of that ship and I’m concerned for his safety, I hope his crew doesn’t murder him.
DRAGON’S BRIDGE
A small village in Haafingar on the road toward Solitude. It’s the home base of the Penitus Oculatus which sounds like a cult but are just a fancy evolved faction of the Blades and are supposed to guard the emperor. Spoiler alert: they don’t do a very good job. Contains a wood mill and inn but the only other thing of interest is the bad ass stone dragon head on the bridge that is it’s name sake, which is simple and deserves some more thought after a hit of skooma.
FALKREATH
This is the hold capital of the same name because Nords are unimaginative as fuck when it comes to naming places. I’d name this place the Emerald Ecstasy because if you drink skooma and wander around, it’s really green. Falkreath is the southern-most settlement in Skyrim but still cold enough to freeze the balls off a saber cat, especially at night. Falkreath has a morbid little shtick where they like to name their service establishments after dead things and they actually boast having the largest cemetery in Skyrim. Maybe because everyone’s dying at your town’s bad puns. The Jarl is arrogant and gets a lot of flack for being too young for the job. The alternative is his paranoid uncle.
HELGEN
Located in East Falkreath…Oh. ehhhh. My bad, I guess this place caught on fire when a dragon appeared because I was going to get beheaded. I’d rather forget that chapter in my life. Moving on…
IVARSTEAD
A village in the Rift that lives in the shadow of the Throat of the World. Lots of old Nordic tombs nearby, so everyone’s a bit jumpy about ghosts or Draugr coming out and harassing them. The log miller is like, the grumpiest lady I ever met and has a big grudge against bears. Well so do I, those motherfuckers just don’t stop coming at you in the Rift so her and I are kin now. They also have a hobo in this village.
KARTHWASTEN
The piddliest little nothing village that has no services in it; just mining, land disputes, and abductions. Don’t even bother with this town if you happen to stumble upon it in the north of the Reach. Can’t spell Karthwasten without ‘waste’ (of time.)
KYNESGROVE
This only counts as a settlement because it has an Inn. Otherwise it’s just a place miners hang out and drink. This place is so boring I don’t remember anything else besides it got attacked by a dragon ONCE and people still talk about it. I do, however like the name of this place a lot as Kyne is an OG Divine.
MARKARTH
Unfriendliest City in Skyrim and they aren’t even going to deny it. I’ve seen murders on these streets…multiple times. Go in and don’t trust anyone. What it lacks in the friendly social scene it makes up for in the geographical scene. Built atop an old Dwemer City, it’s one of the most beautiful and interesting cities in the aesthetic sense, so it makes sense that it contains the temple of Dibella inside its walls. There’s a Dwemer museum as well, chock full of artifacts for your browsing pleasure. Two Daedric princes hang around here waiting for an immoral, disgusting champion to stumble upon their quests. Probably because the city is so full of yucky people, including cannibals. The Jarl is pretty meh, and the city struggles with Forsworn drama and homelessness.
MORTHAL
It’s the Hold capital of Hjaalmarch, and this place gets a bad rap but it’s actually a very chill atmosphere. What could go wrong in a sleepy little town? Oh yeah. Vampires. Dead children. Of course. The people here really don’t like magic, so I advise against waltzing in and popping off magic tricks…sorry *illusions*. Tricks are something wenches do for skooma. The alchemist knows her shit, so if you have the coin and will, you can learn about alchemy too. The Jarl is chill and can see the future, I guess, but I wonder if she ever saw her town is THAL-MOR reversed? Conspiracy? Probably, considering I have never seen any of those bastards marching along the roads around here. Probably don’t want to get their fancy Elf boots swampy.
RIFTEN
It’s the capital of the ‘Rift’. So, the Nords got a little more adventurous in their name game by adding two letters. I still think they should have knocked back some refined moon sugar and thought of more names. It’s a kind of skeezy town. You got the thieves guild, sewer-people, the Black-Briars, and a horrible abusive lady running an orphanage residing here; sometimes you just want to pass through without dealing with bullshit and drama but it’s unavoidable. I can’t go shopping without being harassed by a thieves guild recruiter. This place would literally be LIT if an open flame caught wind. Maybe don’t make all your buildings out of wood? Risky, considering dragons are around too and are basically flying lighters. Riften makes me feel…sticky, like I need to wash my hands after touching something, especially after visiting Haelga’s bunkhouse and it doesn’t help my feeling when the local real estate up for grabs is named ‘Honeyside.’ Riften is like the train wreck relationship you keep coming back to but it will never change. NEVER. At least the people over at the Temple of Mara try to make it better. The Jarl is kinda out of it but nice enough.
RIVERWOOD
It’s near a river. It has wood. Sensible, but still not imaginative, namelords. It’s a village in southern Whiterun Hold that doesn’t have much going on. It does have a mill, an inn, a smith, and a general goods store. Probably the best-equipped non-capital settlement in all of Skyrim. There’s a local love triangle if you feel the need to get into drama. I’ve decided it’s skooma-name is ‘Hell’ because while I was under the influence, a dog-spider came out of nowhere and scared the shit out of me.
RORICKSTEAD
A village on the western border of Whiterun hold, this charming little place makes commerce in growing food with two significant farms. It’s named after ‘Rorick’, an old soldier who bought this land after coming home from the Great War who still lives here and mumbles around. Not to be confused with ‘Old Rorickstead’ of Ragnar the Red fame–which who knows where the hell that place is? I’ve never run across it in my travels. Rorickstead has an Inn but that’s about it as far as services go. There has been rumors of daedra worship but nothing can be proven.
SHOR’S STONE
Another piddly little settlement, located in the northern Rift. This is named after the Nord’s old chief Deity and…a stone? Hey, it’s the most imaginative name yet! No Inn, but it does have a smithy. There’s also a mine…full of spiders but you can’t be picky out here in the Rift. There are two choices: bears or frost spiders.
SOLITUDE
Probably the most cosmopolitan of the Skyrim cities. It’s the Capital of Haafingar and lays across a natural stone arch. Beautiful. An old city with lots of history, it also has the largest shipping docks in Skyrim and houses a warehouse for the East Empire Company. Yes, it very much loves the empire, it even trains the Legion up in castle Dour. The Blue palace is where the High Kings and Queens of Skyrim usually reside. The High King is not currently in residence …well…because he died. Also, I hear not a good place for weddings. I can’t believe I’m suggesting this, but Riften is actually a better place for getting hitched. Jarl Elisif is filling in for now, she is fair, or so I am told. In both attractiveness and matters of justice. For the record, I like the name of this place as well.
WHITERUN
Oh we’re back to naming capitals the same names as holds? At least it’s not obvious WHY they call it that. I’ll have to search that piece of lore out at least. Nothing is very white in it, and I’m not sure where the ‘run’ part comes in, unless it’s running from Mikael’s flirting attempts. Whiterun is the bread and butter of Skyrim. It’s surrounding farms provide the greatest exports of food in Skyrim, keeping the denizens well fed. The city is clean, the citizens are for the most, part friendly–if not a little pompous (looking at you Nazeem) or off-putting (Belethor, stop trying to sell me your sister). Inside is legendary Mead Hall Jorvaskar and the Skyforge for the curious tourist, impressive steel and history. Check out the Temple of Kynareth if you need healing, they got the best healers! Also be sure to check out the statue of Talos, get an earful of Talos Gospel, sit in the shade of the Gildergreen, crane your neck back and take in Dragonsreach; the Jarl that lives there is Ballin’.
WINDHELM
Well fortified, it’s the capital city of Eastmarch. It is the only place in Skyrim with a public temple to Talos and also has a curiosities museum. Home to that rascally rebellious Ulfric Stormcloack, and a majority of the racism as evident by it’s Dark Elf segregated slums and total banishment of Argonians from the interior. I mean, even Riften, as sketchy as it is, let’s Argonians run businesses and take a load off inside the walls. They don’t let Khajit traders in either, but no city allows them in Skyrim which is a damn shame if you ask me. Windhelm is not a very charming place, it’s dank and cold, dreary-looking with no color, and hard to navigate. There’s apparently a murderer on the loose as well. I’d turn into a murderer too if I had to live in a place like Windhelm.
WINTERHOLD
And now we’re back to naming cities the same as the holds. If ever a place needed skooma, it’s Winterhold. Most of this place crashed into the sea of Ghosts during the Great Collapse. The Jarl can’t get over that fact and needs someone to blame, so the nearby Mage College gets a bad rap from most citizens. The only reason to visit though is because of the college. Stop biting the hand that feeds your puny tourism industry, Korir!
there’s something endlessly hilarious to me about the phrase “hotly debated” in an academic context. like i just picture a bunch of nerds at podiums & one’s like “of course there was a paleolithic bear cult in Northern Eurasia” and another one just looks him in the eye and says “i’l kill you in real life, kevin”
I heard a story once about two microbiologists at a conference who took it out into the parking lot to have a literal fistfight over taxonomy.
have i told this story yet? idk but it’s good. The Orangutan Story:
my american lit professor went to this poe conference. like to be clear this is a man who has a doctorate in being a book nerd. he reads moby dick to his four-year-old son. and poe is one of the cornerstones of american literature, right, so this should be right up his alley?
wrong. apparently poe scholars are like, advanced. there is a branch of edgar allen poe scholarship that specifically looks for coded messages based on the number of words per line and letters per word poe uses. my professor, who has a phd in american literature, realizes he is totally out of his depth. but he already committed his day to this so he thinks fuck it! and goes to a panel on racism in poe’s works, because that’s relevant to his interests.
background info: edgar allen poe was a broke white alcoholic from virginia who wrote horror in the first half of the 19th century. rule 1 of Horror Academia is that horror reflects the cultural anxieties of its time (see: my other professor’s sermon abt how zombie stories are popular when people are scared of immigrants, or that purge movie that was literally abt the election). since poe’s shit is a product of 1800s white southern culture, you can safely assume it’s at least a little about race. but the racial subtext is very open to interpretation, and scholars believe all kinds of different things about what poe says about race (if he says anything), and the poe stans get extremely tense about it.
so my professor sits down to watch this panel and within like five minutes a bunch of crusty academics get super heated about poe’s theoretical racism. because it’s academia, though, this is limited to poorly concealed passive aggression and forceful tones of inside voice. one professor is like “this isn’t even about race!” and another professor is like “this proves he’s a racist!” people are interrupting each other. tensions are rising. a panelist starts saying that poe is like writing a critique of how racist society was, and the racist stuff is there to prove that racism is stupid, and that on a metaphorical level the racist philosophy always loses—
then my professor, perhaps in a bid to prove that he too is a smart literature person, loudly calls: “BUT WHAT ABOUT THE ORANGUTAN?”
some more background: in poe’s well-known short story “the murder in the rue morgue,” two single ladies—a lovely old woman and her lovely daughter who takes care of her, aka super vulnerable and respectable people—are violently killed. the murderer turns out to be not a person, but an orangutan brought back by a sailor who went to like burma or something. and it’s pretty goddamn racially coded, like they reeeeally focus on all this stuff about coarse hairs and big hands and superhuman strength and chattering that sounds like people talking but isn’t actually. if that’s intentional, then he’s literally written an analogy about how black people are a threat to vulnerable white women, which is classic white supremacist shit. BUT if he really only meant for it to be an orangutan, then it’s a whole other metaphor about how colonialism pillages other countries and brings their wealth back to europe and that’s REALLY gonna bite them in the ass one day. klansman or komrade? it all hangs on this.
so the place goes dead fucking silent as every giant ass poe stan in the room is immediately thrust into a series of war flashbacks: the orangutan argument, violently carried out over seminar tables, in literary journals, at graduate student house parties, the spittle flying, the wine and coffee spilled, the friendships torn—the red faces and bulging veins—curses thrown and teaching posts abandoned—panels just like this one fallen into chaos—distant sirens, skies falling, the dog-eared norton critical editions slicing through the air like sabres—the textual support! o, the quotes! they gaze at this madman in numb disbelief, but he could not have known. nay, he was a literary theorist, a 17th-century man, only a visitor to their haunted land. he had never heard the whistle of the mortars overhead. he had never felt the cold earth under his cheek as he prayed for god’s deliverance. and yet he would have broken their fragile peace and brought them all back into the trenches.
much later, when my professor told this story to a poe nerd friend, the guy said the orangutan thing was a one of the biggest landmines in their field. he said it was a reliable discussion ruiner that had started so many shouting matches that some conferences had an actual ban on bringing it up.
so my professor sits there for a second, still totally clueless. then out of the dead silence, the panel moderator stands up in his tweed jacket and yells, with the raw panic of a once-broken man:
The survey is now closed – there were over 50 responses and I couldn’t be happier for all the feedback and suggestions. Here is a breakdown of the questions:
Based on these results, I can conclude the following:
1) There is definite interest in a Mcsombra Week and there will be a Mcsombra Week event this year – however, the distinction of participating is another matter entirely. Nevertheless, interest is always a positive.
2) There was almost a tie between two options for when the event should take place. However, based on the winning votes, it would seem more people have more time or desire the event to be held in October 2018, different than September of 2017. I will decide the exact week and post the dates, along with the corresponding themes in the near future. I want to give people as much time to prepare any pieces they wish to contribute.
3) This was an optional question, but based on the amount of votes, there may be future, smaller Mcsombra events throughout the year – perhaps for the Winter Holidays, Valentine’s, or a Summer type event.
The last question was a ‘type a response’ sort of question so I will not add them but I want to thank each and every one of the 41 survey takers who took the time to give their suggestions. There were a lot of creative ideas – I will go through each of the answers and try to pick themes that will make the most amount of people happy.
Thank you again for participating in the survey – I hope 2018′s Mcsombra Week is a fun and successful event. ❤
my sombra and mccree sims are chatting it up, hanging out at the bar (since sims that are friends frequently call one another to hang out) and suddenly the conversation tracker goes from ‘Pleasant Conversation’ to ‘Very awkward conversation’ and I’m like ‘wtf why??’
I read McCree’s moodlet and it says something along the line of ‘Rejected flirt’ and I’m just sitting here trying not to die laughing at the thought of McCree making a move 😘and Sombra just straight out telling him ‘no’ 😒
Til she sits down in a common room to feed him when he gets hungry. When a tired mercy that should have gone to bed a long time ago comes out and starts asking about what its been to be a mother so far and they just have this nice conversation. Because I imagine that, yeah she knows textbooks what it’s like, but not real life since she never had a kid of her own and she just curious.(2/2)
Mercy does have Valentine before Sombra has Noé, but I really like this scenario, so I’m going to run with it because it’s really cute. I love Sombra and Mercy interacting.
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The baby in Sombra’s arms tugs heavily at Mercy’s chest. She almost leaves Sombra alone, but Mercy is too overwhelmed to not ask questions. After making sure Sombra doesn’t mind her talking with her as she’s feeding Noé, Mercy asks away.
Sombra answers amusingly at the look on Mercy’s face. She’s so tender hearted, yet here she is working in a war. After Sombra gets through all of her questions, Mercy confesses that reality is much more jarring then the textbooks. Her first surgery was nothing like they practiced on the cadavers.
She assumes it can only be the same for having children. Sombra agrees, saying she’s never felt so helpless and determined all at once. She wants to give Noé everything, and keep the world from ever giving him even a single scar, but that’s simply impossible.
Sombra finishes feeding him, and gently hands him over to Mercy without a word. Quietly, Mercy coos to the little one, noting how small he is in her hands. Sombra asks if Genji is unable to give her children but Mercy corrects her. They simply haven’t tried for a baby yet, but Mercy wants to soon.
Sombra laughs, and wishes her good luck with that.
McCree is cursing up a storm when he’s shoved into spilling his drink on this pretty girl. She has dyed hair, and really fancy fingernails so he’s afraid he just ruined some expensive dress but the girl just shrugs it off. She does make him get her a new drink though, and they end up stowing away in a corner for the rest of the party, chattering to each other.
Much to his surprise, he meets her again. A new trimester begins and everyone’s scrambling to get to their cursed 8 AM classes. Making sure he has his books in order, he’s not paying attention to how fast he’s rushing around the corner, but neither is she. Coffee spills onto both of their chests, and both swear before realizing who they just ran into.
This time she apologizes, and says she needs to get him a coffee now. McCree, entirely enchanted with her purple lipstick and the beauty mark by her eye, agrees. Before they both hurry off, he catches her name as Sombra.
Poor McCree asking what she’s doing with all of his shirts now and she’s just… slipping on high heels with one of his old shirts all twisted elegantly around her person.
Running with the short and tall otp, image McCree picking up Sombra when they hug and twirling her around.
McSombra: For McCree, Sombra just makes him his favorite food, and takes him for a drive somewhere far away. On Sombra’s birthday, which is a big secret, McCree has her favorite movie and a whole box of her favorite desserts waiting.
Widowhanzo: For Hanzo, Widowmaker doesn’t make a big deal out of it, as she knows how much he hates the attention for something he feels is so insignificant. She does take him out to dinner, and a private place to slow dance quietly. Widowmaker’s birthday is done with candles and a new dress Hanzo got for her.
Um hello yes?? Both of them in leather jackets too? Disappearing for days just to feel the wind and leave everything behind for a while? Sombra holding onto McCree as they both fly down the road?
Aw, I see Sombra as loving the ride! Of course, when McCree first offers she’s a little wary that he can even drive the old thing. Once they’ve hopped on, and she can feel the wind tugging at her hair, and see the edge of McCree’s grin, she’s just having a blast.
She clings to him because she wants to be close to him and the wind does get a little chilly. McCree likes it when she buries her face entirely against his back.
Hanzo scion skin from Retribution. I want to get back to lineart specific art, and more hot guys. Experimenting with halftones, and might change this more in the future.
Behind the scenes with Dragon Symmetra. 😀 These were taken at the end of the shoot day and I was already a bit less serious. xD ❤ Giggling dragon! Photo by Luc Marc Photography
Without further ado: my submission for the fan project “To Our Dear Ardyn”. It’s all about good vibes and all that soft content I live for. I wanted to make a piece that was a modern day AU, and there are a bunch of little nods to FFXV plastered very obviously throughout the room, haha. Guest starring: Noctis and Luna cats!
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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