It’s okay to take a break.
– We all need time to recharge, and your fans will still be there when you get back!
It’s okay to go from fandom to fandom.
– Nobody is going to criticize you for following your muse, and if they do, then you know who not to associate with in the future!
It’s okay to have a niche.
– If smut is where it’s at, then write smut. If you’re all about the fluff, then schmoop away. If angst is what does it for you, then invest in tissues. Nobody has the right to tell you that you should be doing something else if that isn’t what interests you!
It’s okay to be critical of your own work.
– Just don’t allow yourself to become so self-deprecating that you freeze!
It’s okay to ask for help.
– If you’re unsure of a trope, concept, fact or universe, reach out to your circle of friends. Chances are, they’ll be more than happy to help you because they want to see you succeed!
It’s okay to ignore criticism.
– Constructive criticism is only constructive if it helps you. If someone says something that doesn’t assist or improve you in any way, then please feel free to ignore whatever nugget they are imparting, because chances are good they don’t have the best of intentions for you!
It’s okay to stop writing all together.
– Your fans will miss you (and chances are good you have way more than you realize,) but sometimes, you just gotta do you!
It’s okay to write with whatever method works for you.
– Long writing marathons where you bang out 12,000 words in one day? Great! Linear, dry style that means you occassionally get stuck because you can’t figure out this scene, but it’s all worth it in the end? Rad! Piecemeal work that you thread together at the end? Fabulous! As long as it works for you, there is no wrong way to write!
It’s okay to have fun.
– I think this goes without saying, no? But it seems that sometimes, authors need permission. So consider this permission to wile the hell out, and enjoy the ride!
[Drawing of a brown cat saying “The ideas will come again. The words will come again. The work will come again. The art will come again. The motivation will come again. The easy creative joy will come again.” in a pink speech bubble.]
A Ko-fi reward for Sharkbait who requested McSombra in the King and Thief AU the night of their wedding. Thanks for the hot cocoa, doll! I hope you enjoy this intimate moment between the royal couple.
McSombra. King and Thief AU. 500 word drabble. Fluff.
She’s almost breathless. Still, she gestures to him as she turns around, pushing her long hair out of the way so he can get to the ribbon securing her dress.
“Are you sure about the name Sombra?” McCree asks gently. His fingers slowly unlace the ribbon along her back. “Queen Olivia is much better.”
Her smile twists over her shoulder. A veil still fits over her hair, but the white dress has a train as long as nearly half the courtroom. McCree didn’t mind carrying it for her into their bedroom.
Their bedroom. Where he’ll wake up in the morning beside her.
“Olivia is only for your tongue to speak, Jesse,” she says hushly, as if anyone would be foolish enough to disturb the royal couple’s wedding night.
The ribbon falls between his hands. Stopping, McCree presses his lips gently along her neck. The warmth of her person and the scent upon her skin keeps him steady. Though his heart beat rises with the wonder and fright of marrying his love, it settles softly against her.
“Wife,” he murmurs against her shoulder. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulls her close. Olivia hums as he buries his mouth along her shoulder.
“That’s strange to hear,” she muses. She reaches one hand back to touch his cheek and hair. “No more strange then ‘Queen’ I suppose.”
“The kingdom will come to see you as I do soon enough,” he speaks firmly. There were whispers against the lowly thief their king decided to marry, but she is already learning so quickly the way of the court. He trusts his people in her hands, even though she hates the spot light upon her.
“No one sees me like you do, Jesse.”
Turning in his arms, she faces him now. She rests her palms against his chest, waiting there for a moment before undoing the string keeping his royal red cloak upon his shoulders.
“You are the best thing to happen to my kingdom,” he murmurs as the cloak falls heavily to the floor. Smoothly, Olivia begins to work upon the buttons of his shirt.
“You are lovesick,” she laughs quietly, “but so am I.”
With her gentle assistance, his shirt comes off. Standing bare before her, he reaches for her veil. Behind her crown, he takes the white lace off of her curled, dark hair. “My husband,” she tastes on her tongue. In her voice, the words echo with warmth.
“Is that strange to say as well?” he asks. His hand falls to hold her waist, as the other rubs her cheek.
“Oh, yes,” she smiles, earning a chuckle from him. “But it is a good sort of strange.”
“Good,” he murmurs as she touches her lips to the tip of his nose.
“Are you still so sure about a thief as your queen?” she asks, holding his gaze.
In a heartbeat, he takes in her purple-blue eyes. He leans forward, touching his forehead to hers. They stay for a moment, simply breathing together.
“Yes, my queen.”
A soft touch of her lips brushes against his.
“Olivia,” he murmurs. “Will you have me?”
The new queen slips her dress off her shoulders and down her waist. Without another passing moment, McCree sweeps her into his arms and carries her to their bed.
I’ve wanted to do a picture of this kind for AGES! 😀 A tribute to my fav pick of my favourite set of Pokemon games, Black and White! If you’re one of the haters, come and try to tell me these games are shitty. I’ll gladly laugh in your face :3
Anyway, it has been a year since my first piece done with tablet. I tried something new again, something a bit more “painty”. I’m planning to add a similar piece with N and Zekrom on Dragonspiral Tower. So one day, hopefully.
I can see them meeting after Symmetra finally finds out the truth about Vishkar. Perhaps she is not the only one to have been blinded by the promises and work that the company has done for others but she’s not at all pleased with how her work has seemingly also been co aligning with Talon’s philosophy, whether she likes it or not. Sanjay Korpal – the person she trusted and looked up to is one of Talon’s prominent heads and thus, leading Vishkar in a certain direction that she does not want to follow. Is the particular and orderly life she’s constructed for herself nothing but a carefully fabricated illusion?
She feels lost and leaves Vishkar, swearing that she will never again have anything to do with it or Talon for as long as she’ll live. Unfortunately, this declaration leaves her many enemies within both Talon and Vishkar. If they cannot utilize her great talents, then she’s better off dead.
It’s close calls and exhausting nights of being on the run for Satya until she finds herself in Indonesia. She’s still wondering what she could do – her resources are running low and betrayal still weighs heavily on her mind. She sits in a cheap bar, simply happy to get some sort of rest. The small establishment is filled with strange characters but she ignores them for the most part.
What she hadn’t expected was for Talon agents to come searching for her. They’re adamant on keeping her out of the picture. What she doesn’t know is there someone in that bar that loathes Talon almost as much as she does. When the agents even attempt to pull out their weapons, there are arrows that lodge into their armor, quickly engulfing them in an electric spark that shocks and incapacitates them.
Satya turns to see a disgruntled, casually dressed man sitting at the bar before he turns and finishes his drink. When he does, he walks over and plucks the arrows lodged into their gear out and inspects them. “Pathetic.”
The first thought to Satya’s mind is how this stranger managed to so cleanly handle the disruption without bloodshed. His movements were elegant and precise. Perfect is the word that comes to mind – and it isn’t until she sees him staring at her, both in question and suspicion that she remembers to address him, thanking him for the assistance.
The stranger tells her that he’s dealt with Talon before – as soon as he saw their insignia, he thought they were after him but was met with surprise and a fair amount of disgust that they seemingly chase all sorts of people down.
Both decide to leave before any reinforcements arrive, and it’s then that strange archer asks what on earth she could have done to garner Talon’s interest (and hostility). She introduces herself as an ex Vishkar agent and tells him what she’s discovered. Perhaps she should be more selective with her information but she’s already still upset over every development so far. She calls herself a fool for not seeing the signs back in Rio de Janeiro.
They don’t learn much more of another, but he does give her his name. Hanzo. He also offers her to help escort her to the nearest port where she can leave and hopefully throw off Talon’s lead on her whereabouts.
From there, I can see her accepting his offer and the two only finding more Talon agents along the way. The two see one another’s style when it comes to self defense – both seem to avoid bloodshed whenever possible. Any talks that might spring up always reflect around ideals of order and discipline. To find someone who hold such ideals so highly – it’s rare. And welcome.
A breath of fresh air in their lives that are currently so disorderly and chaotic.
I wanted to do the piece in a simple, flat/patterned style, and I DESPERATELY wanted to include the animal element of the cute doberman that was in her Year of the Dog spray!
If you like Tarot decks and/or Overwatch, HIGHLY recommend checking it out!
I actually doodled this yesterday, but didn’t have a chance to post it until I got home from vacation! Now I’m back and ready to doodle dorkupines of all temperaments UuU
Donald Trump is exactly the kind of person that Jesus would have thrown out of the temple and beaten with a stick, and the fact that so many self-identified Christians want to put him in office tells you pretty everything wrong with white American Christianity.
Because Jesus had authority at temples and beat people.
I 100% can’t tell if you’re joking here but he actually did chase people out of a temple at least once for using religion for their own selfish gains, complete with literal table flipping and improvised whips
So really it’s not that he would have trump thrown out as much as he would storm in and accuse him of turning his father’s house into a den of thieves before upending a table on his head
Dude, Jesus not only chased them out, he broke stuff they were selling, let loose all of their animals, and fucking flipped all the money-changing tables.
Jesus 100% would have been chasing Trump out with a table leg.
Canon Jesus 10000% better than fanon Jesus
Canon Jesus did some very weird shit. Like, just before throwing the market out of the temple, he stole a donkey, then cursed a fig tree because it didn’t have any fruit on it. The next day, or possibly immediately, everyone was amazed that the fig tree he had cursed was withered. He must’ve been in a fuckin weird mood. Going through a Dark Period. The Chaotic Mage of Light losing his shit just a little bit.
“So, what the fuck was that, Jesus?” someone asked as they’re all looking at the horribly withered corpse of the poor cursed tree.
“The power of prayer,” Jesus said absently.
“… wait, is cursing literally a form of prayer? Because some Wiccans are going to be really upset about that, like, they have a whole threefold law thing, is this… okay?”
“Listen,” said Jesus, “If I tell a mountain to get back in the sea? The mountain will get in the fucking sea. Do you want me to tell you to get in the sea?”
And they were all like, “Good demo, Jesus. Good lesson.”
Meanwhile, he was having the aforementioned public brawl in the temple.
Just keep that in mind during this election cycle – viable answers for What Would Jesus Do include flipping tables, stealing animals and striking down shrubbery with magic, all in one week.
Before Holy Week in the church calendar comes the lesser-known festival of Christ Doesn’t Give A Fuck Week
I now have a mental image of Jesus as Negan from the walking dead, dolling out justice on religious heathens with a table leg studded with nails.
The fig tree incident happened because he was hungry and couldn’t find any fruit on it. Anyone who’s experienced low blood sugar can relate to that tantrum.
Jesus was hangry.
I believe this is my favorite post ever.
My favorite part of the “flipping tables at the temple” story is that before any of that went down, Jesus went out and wove his own whip with which to drive these people out.
I like to imagine him being just so angry, muttering under his breath while he braided together the scourge.
Donald Trump is exactly the kind of person that Jesus would have thrown out of the temple and beaten with a stick, and the fact that so many self-identified Christians want to put him in office tells you pretty everything wrong with white American Christianity.
Because Jesus had authority at temples and beat people.
I 100% can’t tell if you’re joking here but he actually did chase people out of a temple at least once for using religion for their own selfish gains, complete with literal table flipping and improvised whips
So really it’s not that he would have trump thrown out as much as he would storm in and accuse him of turning his father’s house into a den of thieves before upending a table on his head
Dude, Jesus not only chased them out, he broke stuff they were selling, let loose all of their animals, and fucking flipped all the money-changing tables.
Jesus 100% would have been chasing Trump out with a table leg.
Canon Jesus 10000% better than fanon Jesus
Canon Jesus did some very weird shit. Like, just before throwing the market out of the temple, he stole a donkey, then cursed a fig tree because it didn’t have any fruit on it. The next day, or possibly immediately, everyone was amazed that the fig tree he had cursed was withered. He must’ve been in a fuckin weird mood. Going through a Dark Period. The Chaotic Mage of Light losing his shit just a little bit.
“So, what the fuck was that, Jesus?” someone asked as they’re all looking at the horribly withered corpse of the poor cursed tree.
“The power of prayer,” Jesus said absently.
“… wait, is cursing literally a form of prayer? Because some Wiccans are going to be really upset about that, like, they have a whole threefold law thing, is this… okay?”
“Listen,” said Jesus, “If I tell a mountain to get back in the sea? The mountain will get in the fucking sea. Do you want me to tell you to get in the sea?”
And they were all like, “Good demo, Jesus. Good lesson.”
Meanwhile, he was having the aforementioned public brawl in the temple.
Just keep that in mind during this election cycle – viable answers for What Would Jesus Do include flipping tables, stealing animals and striking down shrubbery with magic, all in one week.
Before Holy Week in the church calendar comes the lesser-known festival of Christ Doesn’t Give A Fuck Week
I now have a mental image of Jesus as Negan from the walking dead, dolling out justice on religious heathens with a table leg studded with nails.
The fig tree incident happened because he was hungry and couldn’t find any fruit on it. Anyone who’s experienced low blood sugar can relate to that tantrum.
Jesus was hangry.
I believe this is my favorite post ever.
My favorite part of the “flipping tables at the temple” story is that before any of that went down, Jesus went out and wove his own whip with which to drive these people out.
I like to imagine him being just so angry, muttering under his breath while he braided together the scourge.
I realized that sharp teeth and red feline eyes were a little too suspicious to go around town, so I have Astaroth a more “human form” for when they have to go out. Biting people isn’t fun with normal teeth, tho
Of course! A little conclusion for the AU is in order ♥
Queen
McSombra. King and Thief AU. Fluff. Slight Angst.
A month of constant battling and berating doubts have plague her internally. Once so sure and unfazed by close contact, Sombra now slips back into the castle. Something rattles her insides. She can’t free it from her ribcage no matter how much she shoves it aside.
The king has been her disease for the past few weeks. A thorn in her side and an ache in her brain. Stubbornly drowning herself in heists, he still refuses to leave her be. To lay alone with her thoughts is maddening. He’s still there, speaking a soft question in that charming drawl.
Maybe she has lost her senses. Maybe freedom isn’t really freeing.
The stone hallways and heavy, wooden doors guide her. She knows where he’ll be, if he still waits for her. He really shouldn’t, but, he’s done more stupid things, like leave jewels just for her to steal.
The door lock is picked quickly. Easing it open, Sombra steps inside without a sound.
In the stone room, a chair is set by a fire in a large hearth. The pedestal that usually waits upon her only holds a small, golden ring now. The king of this great kingdom resides in the chair. A drink has long been finished and placed by one of the legs as he slumps down in it.
Funny. She’s not the only one needing spirits to drown her own out.
The flames flicker lazily across his person. Gentle snoring comes from the king as his hands remain folded over his waist. His legs are spread out, and an old, red cloak covers his shoulders. The dark circles under his eyes are even deeper within the shadow of the fire.
Sombra is very nervous about becoming a queen, but McCree is very supportive and explains so much about his kingdom. She takes it all in stride, and looks forward to seeing what can be done with problems that McCree is still stuck on.
Of course, the kingdom is apprehension about Sombra become their queen, but she address her new people, promising to only serve them. It’s strange to be so open and public, but McCree is proud of her.
To joke around, Sombra will sometimes switch their crowns, and McCree won’t notice until later. But he doesn’t mind strutting around with hers, as she finally claims that she stole his.
McCree has bad dreams, most of them revolving around waking up and not finding Sombra beside him. Her does everything she can to reassure him she’s not going anywhere.
The moment that Olivia discovers her pregnancy, it’s a mix of excitement and worry, for McCree especially. He’s heard too many stories of women dying in childbirth, and worries to death about Olivia having any difficulties.
McCree loves to hold Olivia from behind and feel her big belly. She’s a little overwhelmed with the entire thing, including her body changing but McCree’s reassurance and talks to her belly put her at ease. She takes to talk about the baby as her prince/princess, and uses whatever term whenever she feels like it. They won’t known what the baby is until they’re born anyways.
She knows that she could die in childbirth, When the time draws near, she’s telling McCree that she’s too stubborn to let anything go wrong, and he clings to that desperately. Cue Olivia waking up in the middle of the night with her water already broke and contractions causing her to swear up a storm.
McCree holds her hand and talks to her softly as the whole castle wakes up. Much to McCree’s and Olivia’s relief, the baby is born without any problems. McCree takes their son, proclaiming him a prince of the kingdom before cutting the umbilici-cord.
She’s exhausted, but Olivia wants her prince. McCree doesn’t keep her waiting. Gently, he places their son into her arms. McCree’s kisses are tender upon his queen as he brushes aside the hair sticking to her sweaty skin. Olivia coos quietly to their newborn. He’s crying, but good and healthy.
Olivia murmurs how small he is, holding Noé against her. McCree is simply happy to have the two most important people in his life safe and sound. Quietly, Olivia mentions that Noé will be a great king. When McCree asks how she knows this, though not disagreeing. She lifts her tired but smiling face and says she knows this because he’s his son.
So this headcanon came to life on the McSombra discord server with teamwork. We were talking about it for hours with a few people, so I wanted to collect all of our ideas here and share them with you, guys. I hope you’ll enjoy it!
(Also, sorry for structural and grammatical mistakes, I tried my best. I hope it’s somewhat understandable…)
So,
Shapeshifting is a really rare, random ability, which allows both humans and animals switch between animal and human forms. They’re the outlaws of the wildlife, finding it hard to find their place.
McCree was born a wolf. However, he knew he was different as he never saw the other wolf puppies turning into humans. He started to show more interest in the human world and kept visiting the village next to the forest, until he barely used his wolf form. He spent weeks then months visiting the village as a human, until his pack rejected him and treated him like a complete stranger.
Using his human form, he lives in his calm little shack on the outskirts of the small hunting village, next to the forest he used to live in. He tries to fit in, working as a lumberjack and selling his wood to the villagers, but still he’s all alone.
One day, when the sun is about to set, as he packs his wood and takes the road home, he suddenly notices a pair of glowing wisp blue eyes in the shadows, gazing into his soul from the distance. He freezes for a moment, but as he turns his body to get a better view, the strange creature disappears immediately. He sees that creature every second day, and by each day it gets closer and closer to him. Months pass by and he’s starting to get frustrated by his regular ‘visitor’. Until one dusk, when he notices a black fox around his shack with the same glowing blue eyes. He throws the wood from his shoulders and heads towards the animal, walking fast then running. Of course, the fox backs away but McCree doesn’t stop. He chases the animal through the empty dusty road of the village until they reach the edge of the forest. Instead of stopping right there, he starts running faster and faster until he feels the soil under his palms…then paws…
McCree keeps following this fox every day, not that the villagers would miss the mysterious lumberjack anyways… He tries to find out why this little creature keeps spying on him.
Every time he starts chasing this fox in his wolf form, she always gets away. Or she stops and they start going in circles around each other until she slips away by the moment he’s not paying attention. However one chase ends up with McCree finally catching up to the fox just enough to leap onto her. They roll a few metres on the ground and stop with a huge cloud of dust launching into the air around them. He tries to get himself together but as the dust lifts, he freezes. He finds a woman, without clothes, lying under him with the same wisp blue eyes, sharp canine teeth and face covered with dirt.
Fast as lightning, the woman disappears again but McCree notices a deep cut on her right leg, probably caused by the fall.
A few days go by and the fox stopped visiting him, so he goes to the forest and looks for her traces. He keeps searching for her for days, until he finally finds her near a stream that crosses through the heart of the forest. She tries to clean her wound but it just looks worse than first did. He approaches her slowly and carefully and offers his help. She wants to run away again, but the wound became so deep she’s unable to run anymore. As she’s been living in the forest for a really long time, it’s hard for her to trust anybody, even if it’s another shapeshifter. All her instincts tell her to run and not to trust him…but there’s something special about him…maybe it’s the way their gazes lock together as they come to mutually understand each other.
Then, hesitantly though, but she allows him to take her to the village and McCree covers her with his warm coat that protects her little frame.
In his little shack, she turns human before his eyes when they have to work on her injuries. The entire time he’s patching her up, she watches, sort of fascinated. She swears or growls every time the injury stings, but in the end, she’s secretly grateful.
She’s still really cautious, she turns into a fox every time she’s about to go outside.
McCree gives her clothes, not just because he’s really embarrassed about housing a naked woman only covered by his coat, but in case people see her human form. She hates them at first and squirms in them all day. Pants are tricky to get used to at first, but finds them more freeing than the alternative McCree once brought her – dresses, so she ends up using clothes similar to McCree’s. She also likes to steal McCree’s clothes as she loves his scent and often finds them more comfortable, so half of his clothes become hers.
However, as soon as her wound closes up entirely, she disappears again. McCree’s quite sad at first, but a few days after her disappearance, he notices a certain black fox visiting his house every day as she brings him rare herbs and delicious berries.
After that, the fox continues visiting him day by day. By that time McCree has no idea if she can talk or not. Until one rainy day, when the fox scratches his locked shack door to get inside, and of course he lets her in:
“It’s pouring rain outside, and you locked your door?”
“Wait, you can talk?”
“Yeah, but that’s not the point. The point’s that you freaking left me outside!”
She told him that she’d learnt the human language from another old shifter in the forest. Shapeshifters can communicate telepathically when they’re in their animal form.
Even though they have conversations regularly, McCree never got the woman’s name. Turns out she doesn’t have one at all. He suggest her the name ‘Sombra’, as she lurks in the shadows with her black pelt. She likes the sound of it, so she accepts the name.
Whether it’s raining or not, Somba loves slipping into his little shack. She sleeps on his bed, and he comes home one day and sees either a fox or a woman curled up on his bed, sleeping deeply.
One day, he convinces her to go into the village with him, as a human. She agrees on the condition that he goes into the wild with her as a wolf.
After a few weeks, the time comes for McCree to visit her den in the forest. The entrance is a bit narrow, but somehow he manages to force himself into the hole. They end up curled up together in the warm den as one big sleeping fur ball.
McCree asks Sombra about her first shapeshift. It happened when she was little, her mother and siblings ran away and she never saw them again. She grew up all alone, that’s why she was so flighty at first with him.
McCree hates hunting season. He’s been trying to protect his old pack for many years but failed. Hunting hasn’t stopped and he can’t do anything against it. It breaks his heart. He refuses to hurt either a hunter or a wild animal. That’s why he tries to convince Sombra to live with him as a human, to protect her from those murderers.
One day, when Sombra spent her time in the forest, McCree witnessed a group of hunters leaving the village. Fear seized him and in his wolf form he went to find Sombra as soon as possible. But the hunters reached her faster than him, and McCree saw her getting shot by one of the men. The hunters got nearly torn apart right then and there, they hardly managed to get away, marked with deep wounds. McCree took Sombra home immediately and he thought she would pass on any day while she was still in critical condition. Meanwhile, the villagers kept talking about a giant lone wolf with brown pelt that almost killed the hunters in the forest. McCree laid low during that time and concentrated on putting Sombra into a stable condition. She eventually got better after a few weeks, but the experience stayed with her.
After the whole accident, Sombra’s started to use her human form more frequently. Slowly but surely, she feels more and more comfortable in it and stays by McCree’s side. Even though she likes forming a big comfy fur ball with him as animals, she also enjoys resting her head on his bare toned chest as their limbs entwine under the sheets, feeling each other’s warm skin.
As for their first night together, Sombra had no clue how humans “mate” at all. As McCree’s been living in the village since his teenage years, he’s already had a few human relationships before. McCree knows about her lack of knowledge about this whole thing, so he tries to lead her and be as tender as possible. She finds it really unusual and scary at first, but McCree’s delicate touch and warm embrace makes her feel safer ever than before. Foxes are monogamous, so after their first night together, their relationship is sealed for Sombra.
However, during the mating season Sombra still occasionally turns into a fox and unknowingly cries out just like any other foxes in the wild. The result: male foxes visit their house every day, so McCree has to shoo them away with a broom. She continues the hollering though, just to annoy him with the “competitors”.
When McCree comes home, opening the door and Sombra is waiting overhead and just jumps on top of him when he calls out her name. She loves scratches in her fox form, as they feel much better that way.
“It’s like you’re my pet.”
“Say that again and I’ll end you.”
McCree would never treat her like his pet, but when she overreacts this and feels low, McCree turns into his wolf form and lets her stroke his thick fur and rub his belly. He loves it though.
McCree would never give her up anyway. Not when he spots her sleeping by the fire and it just melts his heart every time. Despite driving him insane sometimes, she’s still adorable.
When spring comes, they often go to the forest in their animal forms and chase each other, feeling the melting snow under their paws and the scent of new plants in the air.
McCree usually runs faster than Sombra, as he has longer legs, but Sombra always finds shortcuts under tree roots and bushes thanks to her small frame, making the race equal.
One day she tries to trick him, as she hides again but takes much longer to show up. McCree gets worried and tries to catch her scent, only for Sombra to jump onto him from behind and tackle him.
“Looks like your nose gave up on you, old dog.”
“I am not old, you just scared me is all.”
But for real, he was truly shocked that he couldn’t find her with his smell.
I can’t stop thinking about the non-reaper reyes au today
Just imagine Reyes listening to McCree talk about feeling the baby kick in Sombra’s belly before telling him to focus up.
Reyes on the very rare occasion he doesn’t go out on a mission but McCree does so he stays with Sombra because McCree asked him to. Reyes and Sombra both know McCree is going overboard, but they have nice visits anyways.
Also, Reyes slowly coming to trust Sombra and vice versa.
Sombra telling Reyes to make sure McCree gets back to her.
McCree proudly placing his newborn son in Reyes’ arms, and one of the very rare times Reyes tells McCree that he did good.
Just Reyes interacting with McCree’s and Sombra’s little family.
Inko would be extremely nervous at first, but when she gets to know you better, she absolutely loves you and gets all emotional.
“Thank you for dating my son. I’m so glad that someone like you will be my daughter-in-law!”
“M-Mom!”
Katsuki Bakugo :
Mitsuki and you would get along very well since the first day, and immediately become bestfriends. You two love to tease Katsuki.
“Katsu, why don’t you show her some of your naked-baby pictures?”
“S-SHUT UP!”
Shoto Todoroki :
Endeavour absolutely despised you at first glance and thought that you were a dumb person with only the looks– But during the Sports Festival, you proved him wrong and he started to like you.
“THAT’S MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW!”
You left a good impression on his mom, and she actually liked you and saw you as a decent person.
“She’s a sweet girl… Make sure to protect and love her.”
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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