listen i know a bunch of people hate this skin but as a korean person i am contractually obligated to equip it from the moment it drops (and i mean i sincerely like it so)
imagine your polyship all teasing each other constantly over mostly meaningless things. like, no vitriol behind it, just harmless teasing/poking fun at each other, where they know where the lines are and not to cross them
you could….
go ice skating at a community rink
explore parts of your city/town you’ve never been to
make a pillow fort
cook together
draw together
go on a candle lit picnic
if you can’t afford a movie but you still want to go out, if you have a laptop or phone and have data you could drive/walk out somewhere and watch a movie in the back seat of your car
go to the library make each other cd mixes and listen to them together go star gazing go to a museum or art gallery go sledding go for a snowy walk with hot coco
Can we just appreciate the emotion on this man’s face as he talks to Yukina? He expresses how much he hopes that she doesn’t hate humans because of what he believes he allowed to happen to her. This pure soul is so beautiful and thoughtful.
Hello there! Thank you so much for the kind words – they really mean a lot to me as a content creator. It’s always very flattering to hear that your work with your favorite pairing leads to others discovering they enjoy it, too! There are so many more talented Mcsombra creators than me so I hope you follow and support them as well!
To answer your question, I can’t say I’ve thought about Tracer and Pharah together as a couple, mostly because they don’t cross my mind that much and also because Tracer has a girlfriend already, right?
But now that you mention them, I think they’d be super cute together! Tracer is a pilot/ex-pilot after all so they’d have the ‘flying the friendly skies’ thing in common. But they could also have that as something that Pharah helps Tracer overcome, as I headcanon that the Slipstream accident left her with really bad trauma about flying. Either way, it’s got adorable and fluffy potential, I think!
As for a potential ship name…how about Swift Justice? 🧡💙
jk rowling had a point to writing snape getting battered over and over again. anyone, anyone in snape’s position would be an asshole at least sometimes, whether they’d want to admit it or not. but he still had that overwhelming goodness in him.
it isn’t just fiction. i know that people are put through a life like his every day, and they still hold something incredible in them. it’s how they keep going despite their light being constantly snuffed out.
It didn’t take much for her to convince the bartender that she would take care of the heavily intoxicated cowboy currently slumped over the side of the bar.
No doubt the old man’s age was starting to catch up to him and he probably was itching to get home for whatever was left of Christmas Eve, so without much though he sent the two on their way.
“Mmm who are ya?” slurred Mccree when Sombra grabbed him by the arm and hoisted him on his feet, securing an arm around his waist to prevent him from falling over in his drunken stupor.
“Your guardian angel,” she replied in a sarcastic tone, “listen cowboy, how about you shift some of that weight of yours on your own feet? You’re crushing me!”
She knew he was going to need help staying up right but come on he wasn’t drunk enough where he needed to be carried!
“Sorry darlin’… where are we goin’?” he half asked half yawned, trying his best to stay awake and not lean completely on his new companion, he wasn’t in the mood to be snapped again.
“You’ll see, let’s get moving.”
She chose not to give him too much detail of where they were currently headed as much of her life’s philosophy consisted of her giving as less information as possible and extracting as much as she could in return.
It didn’t take too long for them to walk, or in this case, hobble down a couple blocks to their destination. Unlike the surrounding buildings in the area, the one Sombra had led them to had a more worn down appearance, most likely from it having survived the Omnic Crisis while the others had been rebuilt.
“Wait here,” she instructed her drunk companion as she shifted out of sight, earning a confused double take and raised eyebrows from Mccree. His mind had been in a haze ever since he stepped foot into Dorado, having been expecting the same ol’ same ol’ as any other year.
This new found adventure however had woken him up from the mind numbingness he had been feeling all night. He knew he was drunk, but even then he was still able to take in details of his surroundings, a trait a wanted gunslinger needed to adapt to for survival.
Ever since she had picked him up from the bar, he had been racking his brain trying to find a connection to where he knew her from. Judging by her appearance, she looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties.
Normally he would have tried to get away from such friendly strangers who typically were after the huge bounty he had on his head, but something in his gut told him to stick around. Maybe she knew something about Olivia?
His thoughts were interrupted by the woman’s sudden reappearance next to him, causing him to almost jump out of his skin. She covered his mouth in case of a yell and pointed towards the alleyway.
He gave her an annoyed look before nodding that he understood and followed her, leaning against the building for support.
She motioned over for him to follow her into the building, which signaled his brain to keep his hand on his gun should there be any surprises behind the corner.
He managed to surprise quite a number of bounty hunters at how well he could still shoot while intoxicated, which in the gunslinger’s mind served them right for being cowards and trying to arrest someone while they were drunk.
Mccree squinted his eyes as his sight adjusted to the darkness of the room he found himself in. There was some light from the bare bulb hanging over what he assumed was the kitchen table and from the various computer screens but it still had a secret lair vibe to it.
He approached one of the glowing screens situated on the large computer desk in the center of the room, careful to steady himself so as to not topple over on the expensive looking technology.
The screen he was currently looking at had an article displayed about a recent information breach in Numbani with some lines highlighted, perhaps his new acquaintance was a journalist.
Moving over to the next monitor however, he found information that indicated perhaps she was after something more. Open on this screen were various files on former Overwatch members such as Jack Morrison, Ana Amari, Gabriel Reyes, who was this girl?
His breathing quickened when he turned around and came face to face with another monitor that had a recent picture of him along with a police report from the train incident in Houston. Screw his gut, he needed to get out of here.
“Hey there,” came the woman’s voice from off to the side, causing him to quickly jerk around and almost stubble over, the sudden pulse of adrenaline waking him up from his previous drunken stupor.
She was sitting at one of the chairs at the kitchen table with her feet propped up, arms crossed over her chest. Looked like a regular interrogation routine to him.
Feeling the haze of alcohol fade from his mind, he stood up to his full height, sizing up his “captor” should the need for physical confrontation arise.
“Who the hell are ya and whaddya want with me?” He demanded, hand on his gun and eyes fixated on the woman’s.
A sly smile grew as she lowered her feet and propped her elbows on the table, motioning with her eyes for the cowboy to take a seat across from her.
He hesitated to follow her suggestion of taking a seat but settled instead for standing in front of the chair, eyes never leaving hers for a moment.
“I’m hurt Jesse,” she said in a fake sad voice “do you honestly not remember me?”, grin shifting over to a pout.
“Can’t say that I do little lady. Why? Should I? You clearly want me to seeming that you’ve been stalking me.”
She leaned closer to him, allowing for a better view of her eyes. The deep pools of indigo reminded him of someone.
“Well, how about your name? Maybe that’ll ring a bell?”
“Sombra”
“That’s an odd name and sorry darlin’, it don’t ring a bell. How’s about I ask you some questions?”
The hacker raised an eyebrow at his request but nodded in agreement.
“Alright then, were you around for the Omnic Crisis that happened here ‘bout twenty years ago? Been looking for someone that I lost back then.”
She swallowed hard at the last comment, surely he couldn’t have been talking about her? The knot in her throat grew as she held onto her composure and nodded “yes.”
“I know there were thousands of orphans left behind but I’m looking for one in particular, she’s be about your age give or take.”
She felt her eyes start to fill with unwanted tears and her breathing sped up.
“You okay?” He asked in a softer tone than he had been previously speaking in, “What’s the matter?”
“…you’re looking for Olivia, aren’t you?”
Mccree was taken aback at this, how did she know who he was looking for? Had someone from Overwatch picked her up? The only people that knew about her were Angela and Gabe. Had something happened to her?
He wanted to word his response in a manner that didn’t give away any weakness but unfortunately his emotions got the better of him, which led him to simply blurt out a “yes, why?!”
Sombra’s mind felt like it was spinning a thousand miles per hour as she took in the fact that after all this time he had been looking for her as well. She felt the tears she had been holding back begin to spill on her cheeks.
Looking up at the aged version of the seventeen year old boy who rescued her all those years ago with teary eyes, she simply responded “Because she’s me.”
At this, Mccree took in her appearance, her olive skin matching his memory of Olivia’s. Her hair was shaved on one side and dyed ombré on the other but her natural black hair was still visible, the same dark shade of the young girl.
Her age checked out and even the mole on the side of her eye hailed a familiar memory. The final and most obvious clue that he felt so stupid that he didn’t recognize before were her eyes, that mirrored those he had seen on the day they met twenty years ago.
Without a second thought, he approached the crying woman and knelt down by her side. Pushing back the chair, she dropped to her knees and embraced him tightly, the affection returned by him.
As they held each other for what felt like forever, Sombra explained how she had been hacking into different databases trying to locate him while Mccree laughed about coming every Christmas in hopes of finding her here in Dorado.
Huddled together on the floor, in the same way they met all those years ago, they vowed not to ever lose track of one another again.
LEGIT SHED SOME TEARS AT THIS – I LOVE HOW THEY MEET UP AGAIN AND THEY FINALLY FIND ONE ANOTHER BUT THE LEAD UP!? SOMBRA’S VULNERABILITY?! GAHHHHH MY HEART!! 😭😭😭❤️️💜❤️️💜
Stay with me, people, because this is something I’ve had on my mind for a while.
So I saw Moana, which I liked very much, and I was talking with a friend who called her Disney’s first Polynesian Islander princess. My objection was that Lilo, a Hawaiian Islander, came first.
What stopped me here is that Lilo is commonly not considered a princess, because she’s not royalty – just a Hawaiian kid. However, that logic implies that Esmeralda, from The Hunchback of Notre Dame, isn’t a princess either.
Other people argue that she is still the female lead of a Disney movie. By that logic, Judy Hopps could be considered a princess, despite the fact that she’s A) a blue-collar policewoman, and B) a furry.
But not so fast! Guess who else is a furry and legally a princess!
So the central question I want to answer is this:
Does Moana have a claim to princesshood?
First off, Moana’s dad is chieftain of the island, and Moana is expected to succeed him. This seems like a solid case for making her a princess – meaning that she would beat Lilo as Disney’s first Polynesian princess. However, there are two problems with this:
A) Moana abjures the title of princess B) The population she rules is one town, making her, at best, a Disney mayor
Now, the Disney canon does not have rules per se for being considered a princess, but it does have precedents. Cinderella, Belle, and Tiana, for instance, all married into the title. Tiana’s case is especially interesting because it’s the backbone of the movie:
Her first kiss with Prince Naveen doesn’t lift his frog curse because she isn’t a princess…
…but they later get married, which does make her a princess, retroactively lifting the curse.
In Disney canon terms, this is pretty much the closest thing you can get to a case law: you have to actually be a princess to be a Disney princess. The movie assumes that as a hard-and-fast rule that Tiana has to overcome. But there’s a problem with that – two problems, actually:
Even if you don’t necessarily consider Megara a Disney princess – she’s not royalty, and neither is Hercules, although you could claim that ascending to godhood makes him technically count – it’s impossible to argue that Mulan, the iconic badass warrior princess, doesn’t fit the bill.
The problem is, Mulan is probably Chinese aristocracy – she lives in a nice house, her family don’t work their own land, and she’s considered highly marriageable. And Shang, as impossibly attractive as he is, is at best a Mandarin (warrior aristocrat).
An incredibly hot Mandarin. But not a prince, which makes Mulan not a princess.
However, Moana seems to override the Tiana precedent when Moana claims that she’s not a princess. Maui sarcastically replies, “If you wear a dress and have an animal sidekick, you’re a princess.” That could be taken as a litmus or a corollary to the above rule, which would make the princess clause look something like this:
You are a Disney Princess if: (A) You are descended from royalty within a Disney movie (B) Failing the above, you wear a dress and have an animal sidekick
Aside from the fact that this would make Robin Hood technically qualify as a Disney princess…
…this seems like a reasonable clause. This would make all princesses covered so far, up to and including Mulan, fit the description (assuming that Pegasus counts as Meg’s sidekick by proxy). The definition is wide enough to even include Nala!
However, guess who also fits that definition?
In conclusion, we must accept one of two options:
1. Either the title of Disney Princess is strictly literal, which excludes all non-royalty up to and including fucking Mulan.
Or:
2. There have been Disney princesses who are furries.
Lion Guard finally answered the age-old TLK question: Who is Nala’s father? Wanted to do my own design for him based on Rafiki’s painting. I tried to make him look similar to Kion while also including features Nala has that she didn’t seem to get from her mother.
The eldest son of a household tasked with protecting the royal family from generation to generation. A close friend of Noctis who is closer to him than a true brother.
Noctis sleeps on his stomach a majority of the time. It’s a position you’ll find him in a lot– star-fished on the floor of the tent, laying across the back seat of the Regalia, or hogging all of the room on the one bed you guys have in your shared hotel room. Doesn’t really snore, but will drool a puddle onto his pillow when he’s particularly exhausted.
Prompto sleeps curled up on his side with his hands tucked between his legs. Doesn’t talk, but makes these little noises in his sleep that no one can make sense of. Is a bit of a wiggler. Changes sides at least ten times in the night, and gets tangled up in EVERYTHING. Sheets? Pillows? Other people’s limbs? Nothing escapes.
Ignis sleeps on his side, or on his back. Props up on several pillows to prevent himself from snoring and just…. lays there… All night. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t make a sound. At first it worries people to see bc it really is strange, and someone always spends a couple minutes just staring at him to make sure he’s still breathing.
Gladiolus sleeps on his back. Which accounts for all that snoring he does. No, really. Gladio SNORES and it can be heard from rooms and rooms away. Ignis has a supply of earplugs on hand, ready to be employed at any time. Doesn’t move around much, but will grab onto people who get too close. He’s a snuggly man, even in his sleep.
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