Another commission by deeyahsof deviantArt – this time featuring Troubleshooting!
While I unfortunately couldn’t order any Neon Dragon from them (Genji’s cyborg body is pretty difficult for a lot of artists OTL) I’m glad that I was able to at least commission these two cuties from them! They did such a good job on the last piece I ordered that I knew I was gonna love this one. I love Hanzo’s grumpy expression 😂
Imagine your favorite character inviting you over to their place to get snowed in together. They have hot chocolate and lots of blankets, comfort food, board games, and they want to cuddle with you and not move.
The Age of Apocalypse version of Magneto flies past the Statue of Liberty in X-Men: Age of Apocalypse One-Shot #1, 2005, courtesy of Akira Yoshida, Mark Brooks and Jaime Mendoza. For some reason, that issue came out the same day as X-Men: Age of Apocalypse #1. I sure hope nobody was confused.
“X-men Evolution Rogue felt real with her powers and all the conflicts because of them, yet more heroic than the movie version. All of Evolution characters felt incredibly human and that was it’s strongest point.”
X-23 has a pretty complicated genetic makeup and family background. Not only was she cloned from a man whom she later came to see as her father and who more or less officially adopted her, but the head scientist behind the cloning process also became her surrogate mother and the closest thing she had to a parent growing up. She got her name Laura Kinney from that woman just after she’d been forced to fatally wound her under the effect of a chemical trigger scent.
As you can tell, Laura Kinney has a weird family tree.
Here’s what we know from the comics: Laura was cloned from the DNA of Logan (Wolverine). The genetic sample from Wolverine that the cloners had access to was damaged, leading to 22 failed cloning attempts. Male humans have two distinct sex chromosomes (XY) while females have two of the same kind (XX). By essentially dropping the Y chromosome and doubling the X chromosome from Logan’s damaged genetic sample, the cloners were able to bypass the damaged parts of the DNA and so the 23rd attempt was successful by creating a female clone instead of a male one. And that also explains the origins of Laura’s X-23 designation.
Seems to make sense so far, right? Well, things get a little bit complicated from there because, as I mentioned earlier, Laura was not grown in a vat, she was carried to term by a surrogate mother, Sarah Kinney, the lead scientist on the cloning project. The fact that Laura looks a lot like Sarah, including having her striking green eyes rather than Logan’s blue eyes, has led many fans to speculate that Sarah, in addition to manipulating the chromosomes, perhaps used some of her own DNA to replace broken parts of Logan’s DNA. I have liked this theory myself, because it would explain why Laura looks so much like Sarah and also any differences between Laura and Logan.
However, I recently had a chance to talk to X-23′s creator, Craig Kyle, and he delivered the final word on this discussion:
“As
for Sarah’s DNA being blended into Laura’s, the answer is “no.” That
said, Sarah was her incubator. Sarah’s blood and bio-electricity flowed
into Laura, feeding and growing her into a fully formed being, as all
mothers do. So, while they may not be genetically linked, they are
biologically. We reverse engineered Sarah’s design to match X-23’s in an
effort to reveal this connection.”
So there you have it. Laura is “all Logan” genetically speaking.
While we were on the subject of Laura’s origins, I mentioned to Kyle how I had seen some people listing Laura as an example of “whitewashing”, referring to instances of characters of color being turned caucasian. The “evidence” in this case is that when X-23 first showed up in the X-Men Evolution cartoon, she appeared to have a darker, almost brown, complexion, while when she was introduced in the comic universe shortly after, she had a pale white look. Kyle’s answer was pretty emphatic:
“The
“whitewashing” thing is 1000% bullshit. As for
X-23’s coloring in X-Men Evolution, her design was based on an 11 year
old girl my wife was nannying at the time. I made a set of four small
claws for the girl and did a photoshoot to create a visual guide for the
character designer of the series. The coloring of X-23’s character in
the show matches the real little girl’s coloring, as a nod to her from
me. I wasn’t involved in X-23’s visual design for NYX but I love it!
Middleton did an amazing job translating her look into one that better
matched Wolverine, which is exactly what I wanted for the comics.“
So, in essence, X-23′s design in the Evolution cartoon, at least in terms of skin color, was based on a real girl. When they made the transition to the comics, they based her design around the fact that she was a clone of Logan and should look similar to him. Her “mother”, the scientist that cloned her, was also changed as a result, because they wanted a physical resemblance to illustrate their biological connection.
I imagine that McCree found her stuck in thrown out fishing nets on one of his garbage clean ups. He helped her get back out toward the sea and just before she leaves, she talks to him in that melodious, strange language of hers. Poor little lifeguard is already smitten by the time she swims away. 🐠🐠🐠
My friend wrote a very precious and cute text and I asked if I could share it here with a sketch to illustrate, cause it inspired me ! So here is the lovely text :
short one shot (SFW but kinda suggestive near the end)
So I first took way too many pics of my dudes in the rain (doing a new game plus playthrough in my spare time and I’m puttering around at the Ramuh quest, so RAIN ALL DAY erryday)
THEN @nifwrites had to be amazing as always and post rainy day goodness (still recovering from that Ignis read and the Gladio one? Destroyed me) so of course I did the thing. Fluffy, fluffy drabble below kiddos.
I find fluff getting harder and harder to write as time passes. My mind has become mostly oriented toward action and angsty problem driven plot. Why am I like this. Especially with Gladiolus.Anyway, for us in the northern hemisphere, this time of year brings cold weather. In honor of the cooling weather, I wrote this little drabble as a prep to the 3 upcoming drabbles I have planned that are also winter/holiday themed for the bros. One of which is a cute request I can’t wait to share. In the mean time, please enjoy this little drabble. Have a warm, safe holiday season whether or not you celebrate anything.
How Gladio convinced you to go camping on the Winter Solstice; you will never know.
The only thing you found yourself able to comprehend presently was that you were cold. Freezing.
Why did we have to camp in a tent? There are plenty of cabins out here…
You could feel almost touch the spine shattering chill of onset hypothermia from underneath your seemingly endless pile of soft cotton and itchy wool sewn blankets. You were wrapped in a human-blanket burrito, but the freezing winter weather of Lucis’s rolling rural hills was winning the battle of body heat.
With teeth chattering, you squirmed and rocked your body sideway turning your blanket cocoon to check up on your growling snoreful boyfriend. As assumed, he was sound asleep with only his sleeping bag cover as his single defense against the nipping cold. His mouth laid agape, howling out another ground shaking snore.
He wasn’t even wearing a shirt! How was he sleeping so soundly?!
The temperature hit well below freezing nearly an hour ago. You insisted he pile on at least a t-shirt and a sweater, but he refused. He said there would be no possible way on Eos for him to sleep comfortably like that.
You think he’s crazy—
Wait.
…Right, your boyfriend was a walking, talking space heater. How could you forget?
In any other sleeping arrangement you would cling to him for dear life, no matter how cold or warm you were. His magma like heat was a staple in your homelife. It was comforting. It brought you the calming feeling of unwavering safety.
“G-Gladio,” you shivered into a stutter. Your chilled nose began to sting as the cold air within the tent bit onto your skin and refused to let go like a rabid dog. “Gladio, wake up,” the hot vapors of your hot breath quickly condensed before you. “Dear Shiva, please let this weather let up,” you muttered staring at the cloud your words created. “And please Glatian, let this man WAKE UP! GLADIOLUS AMICITIA! I’M FREEZING MY ASS OFF!” Your gentle prayers turned into a sudden shout, sending Gladio straight up from his sleep and into a worried rush. With a burst of glowing crystals, his trusty Great Sword appeared in his right hand ready to stage an attack.
Still locked in the wool cover’s embrace, you shimmied your body upward maneuvering your head to take a look at him standing within the confines of the tent. “Gladio, I’m so cold,” your voice lowered back into its gentle state. “Warm me up. Please. I’d get down on my knees and beg you but I think they froze. I’m dying of hypothermia. Gladio. My last wish is to kiss you one last—” Progressively, your voice grew once again in volume as you presented your dramatic act as an actor in a Shakespearean play once would.
“Say no more, baby girl,” Gladio’s lips turned upward in a smirk, his sword vanishing from sight. He rolled his shoulders back eliciting a crack from his brawny bones. A yawn slipped from his lips with a tremendous roar. “Let’s loose the wool monstrosity,” he finished his exhausted inhale and dropped to a kneel. His calloused, beaten hands pulled at the comforter burrito you accumulated over the past few hours. Blanket by blanket, the urge to scratch your irritated skin lessened, but you shook with more violent trembles.
“I can set up a fire outside if you want me—”
“No. No!” He was peeling the last of the blankets of your pajama clad body. “LEAVE THAT ONE AND COME HERE!” You commanded in your last call of desperation, tightening your grasp on the thin sheet of cotton that seemed to be your last grip on survival. “I’m never going camping with you again,” you exhaled a breathy sigh, clutching the blanket to your chest.
“I’ll see if I can change your mind,” his gruff voice lowered to a hushed whisper lowering his body beside yours. As he inched closer and closer his warmth wrapped around you like a shield. “I never thought I’d be thinking up a prayer to Ifrit,” you sighed as Gladio settled atop of you sleeping bag, sliding underneath the remaining sheet you insisted on keeping. The familiar touch of his hands smoothed down the goose bumps that formed mountains on your skin.
“Ifrit has nothing to do with it,” Gladio pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline. “Feeling better?”
“I’m getting there,” you inched yourself forward, moving freely without the restraint of the prison of blankets. A satisfied grinned crossed over your face.
Your teeth ceased to chatter.
The nipping cold numbed to a calming warmth.
You nuzzled your forehead closer to his chest, your smile unwavering. “I love you, Gladio.”
“I convinced you to come camping again already, huh? I had a whole night planned for you, Y/N.”
Lena: “shining”, from the Greek “Helena” Fareeha: “joyful”, from Arabic Gabriel: “God is my strength”, from Hebrew Jack: “God is Gracious”, from English Reinhardt: “strong counsel”, from German Jesse: “gift”, from Hebrew Torbjörn: “thunder bear”, from Swedish Ana: “graceful”, from the Hebrew “Hannah” Moira: “destiny”, from Greek Akande: “first born”, from Yoruba Angela: “angel”, from Latin Mei: “beautiful soul”, from Mandarin Genji: “two beginnings”, from Japanese Hanzo: “middle”, from Japanese Satya: “truth”, from Sanskrit Olivia: “olive”, from Latin Lúcio: “light”, from Latin “Lucius” Jamison: lit. “son of James” Mako: “shark”, from Maori Aleksandra: “defender of mankind”, from Greek “Alexandra” Hana: “one”, from Korean Orisa: “angelic manifestation”, from Yoruba Amélie: “industrious”, from the English “Amelia” Winston: “from a friend’s town”, from English Bastion: def. “projecting fortification” Zenyatta: the name of an album by English rock band The Police (Zenyatta Mondatta)
Oh my god, I forgot to post this but here’s my piece for the Skin of Our Teeth R76 Zine! This was super fun and the zine looks amazing!! Thanks to those who supported it! They’re running a new R76 fanthology so check that out also :^)
i’M SORRY THIS IS ALL I COULD THINK OF WHEN I READ THAT PROMPT
Just having a bit of fun. Though in all honesty, I see a lot of fanfiction and fanart where Sombra plays the seducer, so I thought I’d switch the roles here.
In my own headcanon, I feel like neither would be very good at seducing people – Sombra’s more of a ‘I’ll get what I’m after, one way or another’ and McCree would just have this gentle yet threatening aura that just makes you want to go along with what he says for your own good. Still, I think both would be great flirts and seducers with one another once they get to know each other a bit better c:
I’m sure you had much more spicier things in mind. If you want something more serious from me, send me another ask with a few more details?
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