Happy Roadhog week! The first prompt was a comic/animated short redraw.
I’ve been learning ToonBoom Harmony and decided to do a little test with my favourite boy. I’m very tired this week but I’ll try my best to do a few more Roadhogs 🙂 Here’s the original comic panel:
You know something is up when Jamison is quiet, since, you know, how’s never quiet?
It all started innocently enough, a nice day in the sun, chilling by the beach since it was waaay too hot outside
But your dress was short, moving in the breeze and you looked good enough to eat
Poor guy couldn’t help but sport a tent in his pants
He was so confused about it that he decided to sit in the shade, awkwardly concealing his current situation
When you came over to check up on him you noticed his cheeks were too red
When you touched his face to check his temperature he was a goner, excusing himself quickly with some horrible excuse about having to help Mako back inside.
The only issue was that Mako was sleeping not far away from the two of you.
Roadhog
You wanted to go for a drive, so how could he refuse?
You were sitting at night by a vantage point, on top of a hill, more focused on the stars than the surroundings.
At least you were, sitting on his bike, leaning forward on your outstretched arms as you looked up.
You decided to wear a comfortable outfit, a loose sweater that gave a nice view of your cleavage.
Mako was trying not to stare, but you were looking so beautiful he couldn’t resist, and soon filthy thoughts came to mind at your current position.
His mind was going wild but he came back down when you called his name, a smirk on your lips.
He knew you caught him staring, and damn if he wasn’t happy to have his mask on, if you could see his blush right now you would tease him about it.
It was more infuriating that you wouldn’t stop smirking at him, he would love to wipe it off your face.
McCree
He decided to join you and the rest at the pub not far away from base.
You were celebrating a successful mission, and everyone was pumped to have a free night
All the woman dressed up, but out of all of them you looked the best
The dress you decided to wear hugged your figure in all the right places, and he couldn’t stop staring
You were dancing with his friends, and he was drinking alone by the bar
His jeans had become too constricting at all the thoughts running around his mind right now
Maybe by the end of the night he will have the nerve to actually talk to you
He also loved your choice in lipstick, he was sure it would look real nice smudged off from all the kisses he wanted to give you
If only you knew what you did to this poor cowboy..
Thank you so much!!!! I’m so glad to meet another Mcsombra fan and I’m super happy to hear that you’re enjoying my blog! That’s precisely why I made it in the first place…to provide content for all my fellow rare pair lovers (especially Mcsombra ;> )
Me? Have Mermaid headcanons? Its more likely then you think.
Sombra’s tail is patterned after a lightning maroon clownfish with a deep lavender tail and round fins tipped with blue and pink. Black patterns are sprayed onto her scales as well.
McCree first finds her on the rocks around Gibraltar, and even then it’s only a glimpse before she disappears. He has to see her again, so he sets up bait to lure her back. Just pretty fish he’s sure she’ll like.
Sombra disables the trap and takes the fish. McCree finds the mermaid sprawled out on a rock while giving a cheeky grin and a wave. She tells him he’s going to have to do better then that if he wants to catch her.
So they begin a little dance of McCree luring her in and Sombra keeping just out of his reach. Little by little, the mermaid lets McCree close enough to keep conversations and eventually, swim with her in the water.
They have their first kiss underwater, and when they surface, McCree says ‘I caught ya, darlin’.”
a/n: i slept in hella late today and missed hanging out with my folks, but luckily nobody is upset with me (bless) so here’s some goofy pickup lines I could see the OW boys using on their S/O.
and since there’s so many amazing boys in ow i’ve slapped this under a read more so you wouldn’t have to scroll for ten years. also please note that mccree has three text related things for his that is due to me almost passing up the greatest of chances to use one of the most cheesy one’s i could legit see him telling his s/o.
a/n: wanted to write some more kisses for the ow characters similar to this post, but with some different characters! hope that you enjoy the one’s i picked to write for.
Soldier 76:
Hesitant, lips shaking. Jack doesn’t feel like he deserves this, not after that’s happened he doesn’t believe that happiness is something he can have, but those hesitant, shaking lips are always gentle. To him, you are like Atlas, holding him above the water stopping him from drowning and showing him that even he deserves this. To feel loved, and to be loved in return.
Reaper:
Lips littered with scars, but warm and kind. Despite how he is, Reaper is still the same man he was before, Gabriel was still there. In how he looked into your eyes, how he kissed you, holding your face delicately in his hands as if you were made of glass. Will bury his feelings deep in his heart, to protect you and to protect himself, but he always gives you the sweetest of kisses.
McCree:
Tasting of the cigars he smokes, lips warm. A smirk graces his lips while he leans back in seeking out your lips once more, never able to get enough of your kisses he seeks them out wherever he can. May it be a quick kiss before the two of you go on a mission, in the middle of the hallway or even hiding behind his hat. You love kissing your cowboy, relishing in that familiar cigar smell that clings to his clothes and the taste of it on his lips.
You can barely see when you open your eyes. Through the blurry haze, you can hazily make out the white mess of hair and a scarred face. There’s a gentle, rhythmic breathing coming from Jack and it’s making your heart feel incredibly warm. It’s the most peaceful he’s looked in a very long time.
As soon as you notice his stirring your squeeze your eyes shut and all you can see are the soft colored lights quickly morphing into nonsensical shapes behind your eyes. His breathing increases slightly as he begins waking up more and more. You try your best to make yourself appear still asleep.
Soon you’re vaguely aware of strands of your hair being moved– he’s hesitating to touch you.
You can feel him leave the bed as quietly as he can to dress himself. You still don’t dare move, his voice gravelly calls out your name.
Your eyes open without hesitation and another day of the mission begins…
On dates, Jack worried he looked more like your uncle.
Or worse, a sugar daddy.
You seemed so oblivious to the the people watching you guys hold hands as you walk through the park. A lemonade in your free hand and a huge smile on your face.
“It’s so hot!” You say, but still smiling. “Thanks for the drink. Try some!” You say, holding up the lemonade.
Jack was flustered, eyes darting around to the people around you guys. Most of them were minding their business, you were of age. Who cares? Some looked, but didn’t seem to be judging. But to Jack, he thought they were disgusted of him.
“Ah- Thanks.” He says casually, accepting the drink. He lets go of your hand, part of it to hold the drink and the other to prevent more stares.
You don’t seem to notice, nor did you care. You fix your sun hat, and grin up at Jack. He was perfect. Sweet and patient. But something did seem… off.
“Come on!” You say, tugging at the man’s hand. He gets flustered, but follows.
“Slow down, Y/N.” He says, and you barely listen. You get to a shaded area, a metal bench planted right under it.
You take a seat, and take the lemonade back. Pressing the cold condensation off the drink to your cheeks. “Ah. Feels so good.” You look up at Jack.
“What’s up? You seem antsy.” You say, poking his cheek. He rolls his eyes.
“I’m fine, Y/N… don’t talk so loud. You’re drawing attention.”
Attention.
So that’s it.
“You’re worried cause you’re older than me, huh?” You say, you’re not bothered that he’s worried. He doesn’t deny. So you nod. And shrug.
“Jack, who cares? I’m of age. I’m not even that young.” You point out, facing him now. “Now, hold my hand and kiss me.” You laugh, which makes him laugh. He can’t deny how cute you are. Hell, your confidence and caring attitude is why he loved you.
He does reach for your hand, giving it a squeeze and leans in, kissing you softly. This time, not so worried about people who may be looking.
The two of you are in an incredibly cramped space as the gunfire continues from outside the alley. You’re both hidden behind some discarded scraps of… something. Metal maybe? Who knows at this point.
All you’re really aware of is how close Jack is to your face. His arms are on either side of you, forcing you against the cold, unwelcoming wall. You can’t help but stare down at his covered mouth, wondering what he’s thinking pinning you like this.
Only when the sounds begin to fade away does Jack begin to speak.
“I’m sorry for keeping you in such an uncomfortable position,”
“It’s not a big deal,” you reply.
The cloth you have covering your mouth shields most of the blush. Apparently he can still tell you’re a flustered mess, though.
He leans his head down to yours again, pressing his forehead gently against yours. Your eyes widen in both fright and surprise, waiting for his next move. His finger pries down the cloth of your mouth, and he reaches up to remove his visor with a soft click.
“Do you mind?” he asks.
You can only manage to shake your head.
You feel him press his lips against yours. He doesn’t pull away, closing his eyes and just enjoying your presence.
💚What’s funny is that as long as you’ve known him since black watch, you only ever seen his eyes.
💚 You day dream wondering what he looks like. His eyes are gorgeous. His voice is hot. It was just the mask. It was in the way.
💚 He gets very flustered when you touch him. You kiss his forehead instead.
💚 Turns away when you even try to touch his mask.
💚 “You won’t like it.” He says, obviously hurt. His whole body is scarred and put back together.
💚 “How are you so sure?” You ask, hurt as well. You loved him. And you wanted him to know that looks don’t matter.
💚 He doesn’t how you till, you’re hurt in battle.
💚 Angela was by your side, attending to your wound and Genji rushed over.
💚 “Is she okay?!”
💚 Angela nods, “She should be. She needs to rest. It’s too much on her.”
💚 “I’ll stay with her.” He does.
💚 You wake up to the feeling of lips pressed against your forehead.
💚 You blink your eyes, seeing Genji. Without his mask. Scars painted over his face. /Perfect/ scars.
💚 “You’re okay.” He says, smiling. You /grin/
💚 “You’re not so bad yourself.” You laugh softly. Cupping his cheek with a smile.
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REAPER
🖤 Gets very aggressive if you even dare to reach for his mask.
🖤 Jerks away from you.
🖤 “What do you think you’re doing?” He would snap.
🖤 You frown, “I want to see.”
🖤 “No.”
🖤 He doesn’t mean to get rude. You know he doesn’t mean it. Honestly, his voice sounds… hurt.
🖤 The broken man would let you kiss his mask, hands and hug onto him.
🖤 But refuses to let you touch his mask
🖤 You catch him without it in accident.
🖤 He was taking a breather. The mission was long and it was hot outside.
🖤 You couldn’t help but look for him, you find him sitting alone, walking over only to see he mask sitting next to him.
🖤 “Gabe..?”
🖤 He snaps his head up, his face, worn from age but scars from battle. You didn’t mind. You don’t care what he looked like.
🖤 He looked perfect.
🖤 “What are you looking at?” He asks, now getting annoyed. He knew you were going to think he was hideous.
🖤 You just smile, sitting down and leaning in, kissing his lips finally.
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SOLDIER: 76
💙 Would be sincere about it.
💙 “You wouldn’t like what you’d see.”
💙 “I’m not the best looking guy.”
💙 “War ruined me.”
💙 You’d roll your eyes every time. Reassuring him you don’t care what he looks like.
💙 You’d jokingly reach for it, only for him to grab your hands. You’d grin.
💙 It’d be a every day thing. Constantly trying to see.
💙 Trying to catch him
💙 Nothing worked.
💙 You finally reach up one more time on the way to a mission, you two alone.
💙 He doesn’t stop you.
💙 It makes you hesitate, and you pause
💙 “You won’t like me.”
💙 You shake your head, and take off the visor slowly.
💙 You see the scars, frown and dark circles.
💙 “Jack, I love you.”
He sees her again but it’s not really because he intended it. Shortly after he returns to the surface with his treasure from Satya, he finds he can’t part with the crown. Despite knowing that it’d be worth an exorbitant amount of money, he can’t sell it. Every time he sees his reflection in the crown, he remembers golden eyes.
However, one evening, he’s resting at a tavern and ends up having the crown spotted by other treasure hunters. They harass him, demanding to know where he got hold of such a beautiful piece. He refuses to share the secret, both from his pride as a treasure seeker himself and because he doesn’t want anyone else to disturb Satya. Nagini are beyond beasts of myth – stories say they are closer to deities than mortal. Disturbing one could cause all sorts of disorder. She let him go because he managed to entertain her, perhaps…but he doubts it would be the same for these fools.
Unfortunately, his refusal to speak causes a bit of an uproar among treasure hunters, determined to find this secret cave that “only one other” has seen. Even though he knows others have seen Satya before, he’s probably the only one who bothered to make civilized contact. Hanzo goes back to the cave in secret, ensuring no one follows him. It’s difficult to find, since the first time he found it completely by accident, but he manages. He feels he has to warn Satya about possible intruders. She’s not a killer – he hadn’t sensed blood lust within her in their first encounter but who knows what she’s capable of.
When he finds her, she’s in her human form, settled against a rock and overlooking her giant, tranquil pool, his yellow silk ribbon wrapped around her forearm. She doesn’t seem disturbed by his intrusion or presence but does ask him what caused him to return. He tells her of his mistake and she merely seems irritated at the greed of humankind. Nothing will happen if the mortals find her, beyond them thinking she’s a helpless human woman and ransack her cave.
Hanzo still feels guilty for essentially causing her so much trouble. He asks her if there’s a way he can help and even offers his bow to dispose of any intruders. This offer, however, causes her to swear that she’d sooner seal off her cave to the rest of the world for all eternity. He quickly apologizes; it truly appears that Satya avoids killing as much as possible, if not entirely.
Instead, she admits that perhaps the situation could be made into something productive. Millennia of guarding her cave have left her without stimulation. For all the trouble Hanzo has brought her, Satya says he’s also provided entertainment. She essentially demands his help in seeking a new cave – one untouched that she can mold to her design. It would pass the time, at least, and leave her in peace.
He agrees readily, glad to help, and is surprised when she does not walk out in her human form. Instead, taking the form of a thin, long snake and slithering up his body until she reaches his head, where she asks him to hold his hair back. When he does, she uses herself as a ribbon, and the two are off.
Satya is very picky – she will accept nothing less than perfection when they look for a new cave for her. Hanzo takes her to many caverns, caves, openings in the earth, but each one is deemed unworthy. He never questions her criteria but it does make things take longer. The archer doesn’t mind, instead, as the days stretch into weeks, and months, he takes to the companionship of his nagini partner. Hanzo’s never been one for jokes but he enjoys Satya’s dry sense of humor. He secretly admires how he can sense her curiosity whenever they pass through human settlements but she never has any questions for him.
One night, as they rest underneath a milky-way littered night sky, Hanzo decides to ask why she agreed to his initial trade for her crown and his ribbon. It takes her a moment to answer but eventually she explains that she was once mortal; a girl who sought truth and order in a time where the world was more chaotic than it was now. The gods turned her into a nagini for her virtue, and truthfully, she’d been happier for it. But it did become lonely as time went on. Humanity is chaotic but it does present certain pleasures of mind and wonderful discoveries. Every human that ever wandered into her domain reminded her of less pleasant times in her once mortal life and she quickly sent them off. Hanzo was the first mortal to ever attempt contact as an equal rather than act as if she were some mindless beast simply guarding treasure. The trade presented itself as a chance to regain some token of humanity, the soft silk so different than her hard and cold gems – it was an anchor, at times.
Hanzo is humbled that she would be so honest with him and thanks her. She makes another confession; in truth, many of the caves they’d seen were perfect. She just grew to enjoy and prefer his company, even while traveling in the world of chaotic humans. He returns the sentiment and the two fall into a comfortable silence. The journey for a cave is soon forgotten as the nagini tags along with the treasure hunter, and occasionally teases him about perhaps one day showing him to the realm of the naga, where he’d find treasure beyond his comprehension. In turn, he makes amused promises of showing her his homeland and the beauty they’ll find there.
Sombra sees it as a bad situation with a good person. If she stays, she becomes Queen, which she really doesn’t want to be. If she goes, she still gets her freedom and adventure but then there’s the king still circling in the back of her mind. It’s almost annoying were it not for the fact she’s starting to miss the sound of his laughter.
She ends up coming back into the city closest to the castle. The rumors of the king wanting to marry a thief still haven’t died away, but nothing else moves on gossiping lips. Nothing of her true name, or a search for the thief.
The king is understanding enough to let her go if she wants to be gone, but that just makes Sombra’s chest twist even more.
When the rumors start spreading, she assumes it’s from some servant eavesdropping on their little conversations and assuming that his flirts are actually genuine. As Sombra thinks back, she begins doubting that. She starts thinking about his stupid little treasures he sets up for her to waltz in and find, only to spring out like he has her dead to rights, and begin a conversation that carries well past midnight.
But Sombra doesn’t believe the king to be stupidest enough to be in love with her. He hardly knows anything about her, much less her face or name. Why marry a thief? Why give his people a queen like that?
It doesn’t make any sense, but Sombra isn’t going to remain in the dark on this.
She sneaks back into the castle just to ask McCree what on earth is this nonsense, because it can’t honestly be true. She surprises McCree as he hasn’t set up any treasure for her to steal but they’re alone and she has a lot of questions.
They have their kind of banter, where Sombra jokes that she thought she was the only thief he was seeing when he tells her she is. After that, she just straight up asks if it’s true he wants to marry her. McCree tells her yes.
Even hearing it from his mouth, Sombra still doesn’t believe it. He hasn’t even seen her entire face behind her mask, much less been with her for more then an entire day in one sitting and he wants to spend his entire life with her? Besides, as nice as Queen sounds, its not the life she wants.
She ends up telling him he’s just a love sick puppy, but McCree calmly disagrees. When she turns to leave, he asks when he can see her again. Sombra only tells him she’ll come back if there’s something shiny here for her to take.
*Talon is scrambling, using all their resources to try and find Sombra because she’s their best hacker and knows waaay to much about their dealings and Blackwatch is known for its interrogations and brutality*
Sombra: *lowers her spoonful of ice cream slowly*
McCree: You alright, darling?
Sombra: Yeah, I just feel like something ironic is happening right now.
McCree: It was just a jest. Come on, I’m not going to figure out your entire story from just seeing your mouth.
Sombra: …
McCree: I swear on my honor I won’t try anything. Just come sit in the moonlight where it’s easier to see.
Sombra: *Undoes the bottom part of her mask, revealing her mouth to take a bite of food*
Sombra: *slightly muffled* You are one desperate man.
McCree: I’m only desperate to know what thief is bold enough to steal a crown right off a king’s head. Someone like that is not someone that should be let go so easily.
Sombra: *narrows her brow as she finishes swallowing*
The thief disappearing for an entire week unsettles the king. It’s not like they haven’t been doing this for nearly three month now. He thought he was finally getting her to let down her walls but suddenly… he’s very alone at night.
It’s just after she told him her name. Olivia stains his tongue like the color of brightly colored foods. He murmurs it when he’s rubbing his beard and unable to focus on what his advisers are telling him. It runs through his head over and over like a wicked enchantment.
The thief has no reputation, as she is a good one, but Olivia is someone only he knows. There will be nothing to reap if he attempts to search for her, so he keeps waiting up at night. Keeping her to himself while not even having her.
Perhaps if he whispers her name enough, she’ll appear.
You’ll see a monster I see a smile You say it’s danger And I’m in denial But somehow I feel so safe right now
So I guess I’m a fool I’m a fool in love But I’m willing to stay here And bask in the glory of his heart I guess I’m a fool in love But I’m willing to look so stupid Till I’ve had enough
Based on this tweet. It’s super cool and i couldn’t help myself >->) I was imagining soldier and reaper having a symbiotic relationship similar to that of venom in the marvel comics.
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