Oh hey, LOOK! I found the sai file after looking for it and decided to finish this. Some of the expression request I got last year. Here’s to the first post of the year. Cheers.
The moment I saw the character designs for Oceantale I was hooked. I love the colors and outfit styles and I couldn’t resist doodling a scenario in which Grillby tries on Sans’ hat. Sans probably made a lot of ocean-related puns
– I often feel shameful when my mind trails to indecent thoughts of you. We’ve already been in close quarters often but whenever we begin it is always like the first time. A bit timid and gentle, but then I start feeling your warmth on me, your hands tracing all over me, as if you have been longing for my touch for a very long time. It makes me feel strong and mighty, I enjoy embracing you and cocooning you in tenderness. I dig in for more, and push deeper into your lips, taking all of you in. For a split second I feel desperate for you and I perceive you as the only thing that will make me feel whole once more. I forget about everything in this small time together.
McCree
-I’ve been through some shit, almost my whole life. I always end up gettin’ stuck in some line of work that puts my life on the line. It’s tough, but I’m sadly used to all of it. I can’t help but to feel a lil’ funny when we share this intimacy together; I’m certainly not used to somethin’ like this. Or so, I haven’t had somethin’ like this in a very long time. The normalcy of it is terribly inviting to me. The moment I see your coy smile, and you tiptoeing to reach my lips and that soft warm sensation drives me absolutely crazy. I don’t hold back at all, I attack you fully and wholeheartedly. I run my hand through your hair and pull your waist close to mine. Please, I tell ya, give me more of these moments!
Soldier: 76
– I admit it, I tend to avoid kissing you. Not because I don’t enjoy it, but because I fear that you won’t. I’m not how I used to be back in my so called glory days. I’ve become calloused and hard to approach, I know there are times when my words strike at you harshly, but that is not what I intend to do to you. I am amazed that you still manage to want this and that you reassure me that this is what you want. It’s always tender, and a little shy, I can see that you still feel a bit intimidated around me, I don’t blame you. I try to be as welcoming as I can, slowly, synchronizing my lips with yours and making sure you know that you are still desirable to me. You always taste so sweet to me, innocent and sensual.
Widowmaker
– I pity you at times, wanting something so lacking and unimportant from me. The closest you can manage is to give me a small peck on my cheek, whispering Mon Amour as if that would be something to break through me. Alas, this shell of mine makes it impossible for me to reciprocate back. I see your longing eyes in comparison to my cold, empty ones. Full of life, full of want, full of lust. Imbecile, wasting your energy on my cold heart. If only I could show you what true efforts are. I’d hold your face close to mine and attack you with my own lips, I’d make sure to make it so you’d know you are mine. I would taste you, and make you succumb to me, legs trembling and lips shivering. I know what it takes to make you squirm.
@mrs—nicole (let me tag tumblr!) wanted a sketch commission of Jack thinking about a certain shotgun-wielding cutie after a hard day of kickin’ ass. Thank you for commissioning me!
‘s a good thing I drew this last weekend, cause I’m still laid up in bed today orz;;;;
um, but anyway, Happy Valentine’s ;____; This pose was hard to do (ref’ed from here cause I needed all the help I could get) but I wanted to try a dip kiss really badly/// I probably shouldn’t kiss you today hun I don’t want you to catch my gunk but we can cuddle a bunch ;_____; I’m already bad with words and can’t think great right now but….well the important thing is I love you.
Mccree kept as low to the ground as he possibly could without putting himself in a vulnerable position, heaven forbid he give this lowlife the upper hand.
A small breeze blew through the field he was currently in, causing the tall blades of grass the gunslinger was using for cover to sway back and forth.
The movement of the grass was an inconvenience as it could possibly give away his position and it played tricks on his eyes.
Footsteps were heard off to his right side about fifteen feet away, too close for comfort. The footsteps became audible again which he took this as a chance to combat roll away from the direction of the sound.
Silence again filled the field except for the occasional cawing of a crow or grass blades dancing in the breeze. He strained his hearing for any sound that could give him a clue to his target’s location.
A sound from behind caught Mccree off guard, causing him to react in another combat roll. His eyes narrowed in the direction he had heard the sound come from, but the movement of the grass revealed an empty space. Was it a distraction?
The answer to that came in the form of a tackle from behind, causing the gunslinger to stumble from his crouched position to flat on his stomach. Then came what he feared the most, the tickling sensation from tiny fingers on his ribcage.
“Got ya papi!” came loud giggle from the form currently sitting on his back.
“You’re a little cheater ya know that!” he answered, flipping over and catching the small girl that had tricked him and returning the tickles back.
“Mama told me to be clever!” The young girl squealed between giggles, squirming around in her father’s arms.
After a few more moments of laughter, Mccree picked her up by the waist and set her back on her feet, brushing off some of the grass blades and leaves that were caught in her dark hair.
He smiled at the splitting image of her mother, black hair, olive skin, same sassy personality, the only difference was her eye color that reflected his own honey-brown ones.
“Aw, don’t be sad papi! We can play again but this time I wanna be the sheriff and you be the outlaw!”
Mccree looked down at his watch, it was almost lunch time and Olivia would be expecting them to be back.
“Tell ya what sugar, let’s go back home and rustle up some grub. Maybe ask your ma if she wants to be your deputy?”
The girl furrowed her brows for a moment in thought before beaming a smile and nod of approval.
“Come on papi, I’ll race ya!” she said as she picked up her pace to a run.
“Well that’s no fair Mia, you got a head start!” he called out, starting to his own jog in an attempt to catch up to her.
No doubt the young girl had inherited her mother’s cunning intelligence among other physical and personality traits.
Olivia, who at the time they had first met was going under the alias of “Sombra”, had used her own cunning to charm her way into his heart.
What at first were excuses of intel exchange became heart to heart conversations in which they discovered they were not so different from one another.
After the fall of Talon, the two felt safe enough to persue a romantic relationship which resulted in marriage and their first born child, the sunshine of their lives.
It came as no surprise to Olivia when she walked out onto the porch that Mia was the first to arrive back on the ranch, jumping up and down in excitement shouting “I beat you again!” to the man trailing behind her.
Mccree would always let his daughter win at whatever game they hatched up. What did surprise her was that at his age he had the energy to keep up with their four year old.
“Mami! Mami! Did you see me?!” A proud smile adorning her chubby little face, honey-brown eyes glistening in triumph.
“Si mi amor, I watched you run from all the way out in the field. You were so fast! Now go wash up for lunch while I scrape your father from the ground.”
Another smile and giggle before the four year old ran inside to clean up.
“Scrape me off the ground? What’s that supposed to mean?” the cowboy grumbled as he continued to lean on his knees to catch his breath.
“Nothing old man,” Olivia responded with a wink before stretching out her hand for him to take.
“Hey now, you’re no spring chicken either,” he said, straightening back up and taking her hand so as to walk her back to the house. His comment earned him a smack on the arm and kiss on the cheek.
“Say, why don’t ya join us for round two? Then you can experience being outsmarted by a four year old!”
Furrowing her brows and making the same “thinking” expression as Mia did earlier, his wife gave her own sly grin.
“You’re on cowboy!”
This was such an adorable and lovely and fluffy piece! What a fantastic take on the family AU idea and god, it’s so lovely! Mia sounds like the most adorable little four year old ever! The image of her playing with her father is just the cutest thing! I want to read about this loving family FOREVER! Their interactions are so pure and full of love – and look at how happy and proud Sombra and McCree are of their little girl! I hope she’ll come up in your future works, @shadowathighnoon! 💖💖
What a great contribution to the Mcsombra Valentine’s Day Gift Exchange – thank you for participating and I hope you had fun!
I’m participating in the McSombra Valentine’s day gift exchange! My giftee is @seehang and they had a bunch of lovely prompts that I ended up combing into one mushy fic.
Happy Valentine’s day, doll!
Plaid Button Up
McSombra. Fluff. Romance.
She’s not sure what possesses her to take his hand, but she
does. Warmth spreads between her fingers as they leave the bar behind. A deep
rumbling chuckle moves against her back when they stop to let a car hover by.
“Where are
ya takin’ me, sugar?”
She turns
only her head. Throwing a sharp, glittering look over her shoulder, McCree
stares back with honey eyes. Even a little buzzed, they hold up well.
“Somewhere
private, vaquero.”
She tugs
him along as his hand squeezes hers.
“Yer secrets are always yers, ain’t they, Sombra,” he says, but she doesn’t have to look to see the soft calm on
his face.
His blind faith in her touch lifts
her heart. A long time passed by before she ever thought about love,
especially with someone like him. Her mind wanders back to their unintentional
meetings, the prolong talks with drinks and then kissing with no clear meaning.
It’s as if she was following a neon light in the darkness and stumbled upon
him.
Perhaps she just likes the smell of
pinewood and smoke upon his clothes. Or it may be the rumble in his voice when
he calls her darling.
@ribbons-halos, this is amazing! I love your writing, especially your Mcsombra works and this is just the loveliest thing ever! There is nothing more wonderful than to read about the vulnerability between these two – that they feel so safe and comfortable with one another that they allow themselves to have these moments of quiet love between them…the fact that McCree allows Sombra to get so close to him, especially when he feels uncomfortable with his prosthetic…the fact that Sombra believes that what she feels for McCree is actually love instead of simply finding mirth in their interactions.
The fact that she calls him her sun! ☀️ How romantic and endearing! The fact that Sombra spends so much time in the shadows and more than likely avoiding the light of day to keep safe – to see that Sombra refers to him as her sun is so important and humbling?
And be still, my heart! ❤️️ The part where Sombra teases him and has him begging for a simple kiss. These two are so adorable and the way you write them interacting so softly…I could go on and on with my commentary but let me just finish off by saying I love every single bit of this! Beautifully written.
Such an amazing contribution to the Mcsombra Valentine’s Day Gift Exchange! Thank you for participating and I hope you had fun!
Done for the Valentines Day Mcsombra Gift Exchange! This is for @ribbons-halos, I played around with the
Los Muertos/Deadlock Gang theme and added a 90s twist to it. Had a lot of fun and hope you like it! ❤️
🍒
❤️
Oh my goodness! This is beautiful!! I’m a big fan of your Mcsombra works and your style just does them so much justice! Both McCree and Sombra look amazing here – I love your take on the prompts – so creative!
I love how tender this scene is despite knowing how unbashedly badass McCree and Sombra are while in gangs.💖I also love their little buttons with their insignia!
What a fabulous contribution, @seehang! Thank you for participating in the gift exchange and I’m glad you had fun while doing so! 💖💖
I love somebody- Yes, I do! I love somebody- Can you guess who?
Ahhh! I’m not too late! It’s still Valentine’s Day here – so Happy Mcsombra Valentine’s Day! Of course I had to draw the OTP. I got the idea after finding a cute little poem online. ❤️️💜
I’m participating in the McSombra Valentine’s day gift exchange! My giftee is @seehang and they had a bunch of lovely prompts that I ended up combing into one mushy fic.
Happy Valentine’s day, doll!
Plaid Button Up
McSombra. Fluff. Romance.
She’s not sure what possesses her to take his hand, but she
does. Warmth spreads between her fingers as they leave the bar behind. A deep
rumbling chuckle moves against her back when they stop to let a car hover by.
“Where are
ya takin’ me, sugar?”
She turns
only her head. Throwing a sharp, glittering look over her shoulder, McCree
stares back with honey eyes. Even a little buzzed, they hold up well.
“Somewhere
private, vaquero.”
She tugs
him along as his hand squeezes hers.
“Yer secrets are always yers, ain’t they, Sombra,” he says, but she doesn’t have to look to see the soft calm on
his face.
His blind faith in her touch lifts
her heart. A long time passed by before she ever thought about love,
especially with someone like him. Her mind wanders back to their unintentional
meetings, the prolong talks with drinks and then kissing with no clear meaning.
It’s as if she was following a neon light in the darkness and stumbled upon
him.
Perhaps she just likes the smell of
pinewood and smoke upon his clothes. Or it may be the rumble in his voice when
he calls her darling.
Mccree kept as low to the ground as he possibly could without putting himself in a vulnerable position, heaven forbid he give this lowlife the upper hand.
A small breeze blew through the field he was currently in, causing the tall blades of grass the gunslinger was using for cover to sway back and forth.
The movement of the grass was an inconvenience as it could possibly give away his position and it played tricks on his eyes.
Footsteps were heard off to his right side about fifteen feet away, too close for comfort. The footsteps became audible again which he took this as a chance to combat roll away from the direction of the sound.
Silence again filled the field except for the occasional cawing of a crow or grass blades dancing in the breeze. He strained his hearing for any sound that could give him a clue to his target’s location.
A sound from behind caught Mccree off guard, causing him to react in another combat roll. His eyes narrowed in the direction he had heard the sound come from, but the movement of the grass revealed an empty space. Was it a distraction?
The answer to that came in the form of a tackle from behind, causing the gunslinger to stumble from his crouched position to flat on his stomach. Then came what he feared the most, the tickling sensation from tiny fingers on his ribcage.
“Got ya papi!” came loud giggle from the form currently sitting on his back.
“You’re a little cheater ya know that!” he answered, flipping over and catching the small girl that had tricked him and returning the tickles back.
“Mama told me to be clever!” The young girl squealed between giggles, squirming around in her father’s arms.
After a few more moments of laughter, Mccree picked her up by the waist and set her back on her feet, brushing off some of the grass blades and leaves that were caught in her dark hair.
He smiled at the splitting image of her mother, black hair, olive skin, same sassy personality, the only difference was her eye color that reflected his own honey-brown ones.
“Aw, don’t be sad papi! We can play again but this time I wanna be the sheriff and you be the outlaw!”
Mccree looked down at his watch, it was almost lunch time and Olivia would be expecting them to be back.
“Tell ya what sugar, let’s go back home and rustle up some grub. Maybe ask your ma if she wants to be your deputy?”
The girl furrowed her brows for a moment in thought before beaming a smile and nod of approval.
“Come on papi, I’ll race ya!” she said as she picked up her pace to a run.
“Well that’s no fair Mia, you got a head start!” he called out, starting to his own jog in an attempt to catch up to her.
No doubt the young girl had inherited her mother’s cunning intelligence among other physical and personality traits.
Olivia, who at the time they had first met was going under the alias of “Sombra”, had used her own cunning to charm her way into his heart.
What at first were excuses of intel exchange became heart to heart conversations in which they discovered they were not so different from one another.
After the fall of Talon, the two felt safe enough to persue a romantic relationship which resulted in marriage and their first born child, the sunshine of their lives.
It came as no surprise to Olivia when she walked out onto the porch that Mia was the first to arrive back on the ranch, jumping up and down in excitement shouting “I beat you again!” to the man trailing behind her.
Mccree would always let his daughter win at whatever game they hatched up. What did surprise her was that at his age he had the energy to keep up with their four year old.
“Mami! Mami! Did you see me?!” A proud smile adorning her chubby little face, honey-brown eyes glistening in triumph.
“Si mi amor, I watched you run from all the way out in the field. You were so fast! Now go wash up for lunch while I scrape your father from the ground.”
Another smile and giggle before the four year old ran inside to clean up.
“Scrape me off the ground? What’s that supposed to mean?” the cowboy grumbled as he continued to lean on his knees to catch his breath.
“Nothing old man,” Olivia responded with a wink before stretching out her hand for him to take.
“Hey now, you’re no spring chicken either,” he said, straightening back up and taking her hand so as to walk her back to the house. His comment earned him a smack on the arm and kiss on the cheek.
“Say, why don’t ya join us for round two? Then you can experience being outsmarted by a four year old!”
Furrowing her brows and making the same “thinking” expression as Mia did earlier, his wife gave her own sly grin.
“You’re on cowboy!”
THIS IS SO WONDERFULLY ADORABLE, OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️️💜❤️️💜❤️️💜❤️️💜❤️️💜❤️️💜❤️️💜❤️️💜❤️️💜❤️️💜
I haven’t played Fallout 4 but I like the idea of a post-apocalyptic Wasteland AU
Gency: Angela is one of the few doctors still around in the apocalypse and trying to do her best to help those suffering from radiation and treating those wounded by grossly mutated animals. Keeping her identity as a doctor hidden though as to not have people take her for her skills, she finds Genji in the middle of a fight against a terrifying two headed, carnivorous horse that leaves him barely breathing. She manages to drag him to safety and keep him from dying. After, he pledges his life to her and keeps all the monsters and bad people alike from killing her. Somewhere in the middle of the wasteland, it rains acid and they take shelter in an old hotel and end up kissing.
Widowhanzo: After a few years of getting use to the radioactive wasteland now known as everyone’s new home, Hanzo fights with his brother and they go their separate ways. Alone, not too sure what the point is anymore, he wanders here and there. He comes to the last few places where humans gather, dare he call it a town, and meets Amélie. She’s looking for someone to help her kill the radioactive animals out in the wasteland. Hanzo decides to join her for the pay (which is now only food, green paper means nothing when the world is over with). Hunting together leads to many deadly situations (and threats/flirting) that ends up with them getting much closer. After Hanzo nearly gets killed by a horrifying flesh melting wolf, Amélie slaps then proceeds to kiss him.
McSombra: Gangs pop up in the post-apocalyptic world like band-aids on a restless kid in summer. Two of them, Deadlock and Los Muertos, have a terf war going on over the few scraps of food in the area. Multiple times Sombra and McCree meet in a knife and broken glass bottle fight and flirt shamelessly while trying to kill each other. One night, McCree wakes up to Sombra’s soft touch and her warning that Los Muertos is coming to kill them all. It takes much convincing, but McCree gets her with a kiss and promise that they can make it on their own. Agreeing, they steal as much food as possible and slip away as their former gangs settle their differences. Now wandering through the wasteland, they’re determined to figure out how to grow crops again.
Noctis doesn’t notice when he falls asleep against them, but he does notice when he wakes up and they’re idly playing with his hand–it had draped across their lap when he slumped over. He blushes, but feigns sleep to prolong the contact (he gets caught).
Prompto’s thankful for the muscle memory that keeps his thumb tapping on the display screen of his camera–he lost all rational thought once they leaned against his back to peer at the preview screen. He slowly shifts his weight backwards to press closer to them after a little while.
Gladio doesn’t give his partner a chance to react–he grins, promises he washed his hair, and lays his head in their lap as he opens his latest novel. He’s smirking like a cat with a canary the whole time…right up until they run their fingers through his hair. Then he’s flustered.
Ignis is sewing a button back on a shirt when they decide to go to sleep, rolling on to their side away from the light, their back pressing against his thigh. He can’t focus on the button anymore and sets the mending aside for the morning, turning off the light and leaning into their warmth.
Cor doesn’t know why he calls them over like he did–they were going to destroy that hunting knife if they kept sharpening it like that, though. He puts his arms around them to demonstrate how to properly do it, and doesn’t mind (too much) when they sag against him and don’t pay attention.
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So, you’re writing a thing, and you need to name a character. And, as we all know, naming a character is a giant pain in the ass. I offer this list of shit I use pretty regularly, for this purpose.
Behind the Name (The etymologies are weird as fuck, in a few places, but it’s great if you’ve got a name and need to find other names that are from or derived from the same culture/language)
Ancient Names Galleria (The weird shit is here. If you need Akkadian or Phoenecian names, those are totally covered.)
Trismegistos People (Names extracted from the Trismegistos Texts – mostly names from Graeco-Roman Egypt.)
Personally, I use the shit out of Trismegistos People, England’s Immigrants, and the Ancient Names Galleria. If you’ve got good sources I didn’t hit, feel free to add them in a reblog. I’m always looking for more good name resources. (And almost all of what I have is Europe and the Near East, with a little North Africa.)
Dropping this update in the most recent reblog in my notes, in the hopes it falls into as many laps as possible. Here’s some more good sources for names, this time with a more African focus.
(most popular American girls’ names, by state, from 1960-2012, as a gif)
Popular Baby Names (the US Social Security database of naming trends in the US, with search options for date, gender, location, and trend)
A Guide to Names and Naming Practises (a UK government guide to common names and structure of names from around the world, split first by continent and then by culture. PDF.)
Curiosities of Puritan Nomenclature (an entire book on trends in English naming and name structure and the Puritan influence, from 1880. PDF.)
Things I am particularly looking for reliable sources for, if you’ve got them: North and South American aboriginal names, Southeast and East Asian names, names from the former USSR, Australian aboriginal names. (All of these by culture or language family, if possible, not just by current national borders.)
do you ever just wonder how far ahead you’d be in life if you didnt have a mental illness or if your family wasn’t dysfunctional or if that one tragic thing never happened and it just fucks you up??
Word count: 4901 Warnings: Eventual NSFW, Ardyn being a douche Notes: Romance, slight angst, broship banter.Includes game rewrite scenes, spoilers ahoy. This is me procrastinating multi-chap fics….. by writing another one. Thanks for the ideas @lucianhuntress! Thanks for the insight on the mentioned injury @alicemoonwonderland! Tagging: some who might be interested @valkyrieofardyn@poisonous-panda@tyncri@insomniacapples
As the
first step of tackling the issue that is Noctis forging the covenant with the
Titan, your party of five heads down the hot streets of Lestallum. Your
destination is the outlook across the main road. From there you can see the
Disc of Cauthess and its crystal formations that grow up into the sky. Your
intentions are to devise a plan of approach there, even though, as Ignis has
just said, “it doesn’t replace being on site, but it’s a good start”.
As you reach
the location, you’re greeted by a tall, suspicious stranger. “What a coincidence,”
he says with a wave of his hand.
You scan
over his… attire in bafflement. Despite the heat that forced you to abandon
your jacket, he is wearing at least three layers of clothing; complete with a
long coat and several scarves. His hair is a dark auburn shade of red, locks
floating airily around his head. The waves look so soft that you catch yourself
thinking about how they would feel between your fingers. The stranger’s posture
is relaxed, but not without a sense of nobility, which leaves you wondering
about the contradictory signals his hobo-esque appearance sends.
In the following forenoon, you leave from the City of
Light with a truckload of weapons. Your planned route is to first head north,
then through Kelbass Grasslands and from the south side of the Disc towards
Vannath Coast, where Galdin Quay resides.
It’s really refreshing to feel the cool air whip your
face while sitting with your back against the crates, chatting with Gladio.
Iris was absolutely livid with both you, but everything goes fine and smooth
until your entourage is slowed down by a pack of rampaging garulas. You have to
take a small detour to get past the beasts both parties unharmed.
This leads to your schedule getting delayed, which
results in the night creeping up on you while you are still in the middle of
nowhere, somewhere between Causcherry Plains and the Fallgrove. Night falling
down with no safe haven nearby is never good, especially so when daemons lurk
behind every rock and curve.
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