Haurchefant: Reapplies Protect every 2 minutes. Does little to no DPS because he is busy topping you off with heals. May occasionally Rescue you out of harm’s way. Is honestly Trying His Best™
Aymeric: Tries to balance healing and DPS, but is conservative on the DPS because he is very concerned for you and doesn’t want you to die.
Estinien: DPSes relentlessly and forgets to heal you. Claims to be purposefully playing tank limbo when you nearly die or actually die.
Zenos: 100th percentile DPSing healer. Leaves you at bare minimum hp to live at all times. If you don’t use even one CD at precisely the right time you will die. Tells YOU to adjust.
Hien: Tries his best to balance DPS and healing, is honestly just here to have a good time and cheer you on. Will happily adjust for you.
Magnai: DPSes relentlessly, but doesn;t forget to heal you. However, deaths will always be YOUR fault.
Asahi: Tries very hard to DPS, but often gets scared and spams overheals. Will passive-aggressively give you useless buffs. Will even jump off the arena and Rescue you with him.
Happy Halloween, lovelies! Have a papercraft of a good spooky demon boy.
I’ve madeHieibefore, but I wanted to try a different angle on him this time! I also tried out some new papers. I saw the paper for his hair in a store window while I was dashing around being late for an appointment, but I still took the time to pop in and buy it. I just can’t resist a beautiful pattern, even when I’m running late….
He is 4.5″ tall and $45, my lovelies! Please pm me if you’re interested!
McCree may have started the tradition, but Sombra picked it right up. The first few attacks of a McRaspberry from the cowboy caught Sombra off guard but her retaliation is sneaky. She’ll lean up on her tiptoes, acting as if about to give him a kiss on the cheek when she grabs him and delivers a surprise McRaspberry. She never has the chance to run away before McCree is scooping her up.
With their babies, they’ll both blow McRaspberry on their tummies until their little one is laughing like mad. In turn, Sombra and McCree have to wipe away tears of joy.
“…Hey, did you hear? Overwatch Headquarters blew up! It’s all over the news-”
“…and among the confirmed KIA are Strike Commander Jack Morrison…Commander Gabriel Reyes…”
Stop it- it’s not true…!
No matter what he does, no matter where he goes, no matter how much time passes, each death is clear in his mind, the announcement of those he considered family…gone. The guilt consumes him like an overbearing weight. What could he have done? How could he have helped? Would all this have happened had he stayed in Switzerland? The questions burn in his mind, fresh as the vivid memories of each death. It’s too much. He feels restrained and he panics in the invisible bonds holding him. It’s too much. He wishes he could just wake up and everything didn’t seem so hopeless.
“Jesse, Jesse, wake up!”
There’s a firm hand on his arm, shaking him. He wants to push it away, get them to stop touching him, but he can’t move.
favorite thing about them She’s vurrrry pretty owo (also she kicked Tracer’s ass, HA)
least favorite thing about them I dislike more of the writing around her – she’s supposed to be emotionless?…but she’s got a pretty sassy/sarcastic attitude from what I can tell. I know she’d be boring as all hell if she was truly without emotion…but I dunno. At least explore Widow’s development a bit more, Blizzard.
favorite line
“Ouh là là…” + “Rude”
brOTP With Reaper. It doesn’t seem like they hate each other like they do everyone else?
OTP With Hanzo or Mercy and past Amélie with Gérard.Also, Reaper, sometimes.
nOTP Tracer. That pairing makes no gotdamn sense, I tell ya whut.
random headcanon Beyond ballet, Widowmaker enjoys opera. Obviously she’s never had the time (or capacity) to enjoy another opera after Talon’s reconditioning…but she does remember operas that Gérard used to take her to see.
unpopular opinion I guess that I don’t think she and Sombra are friends? Or maybe Sombra sees her as one but Widowmaker sees her as insufferable?
It’d never bothered Sombra too much that McCree eventually answered the recall. He’s his own man, after all. Though she’d never pegged him as the type to want to relive “the glory days”. It all seemed too sentimental for him.
He’d been on all sorts of missions and tasks. Undercover work was nothing new to the man and neither was it for her. Dishonest charm and unfounded interest in strangers were all part of the package and it was hardly an issue for either of them, even finding amusement in some of the situations they found themselves in. Nights consisting of staying up late and laughing at said stories are some her fondest memories with the gunslinger.
No matter how close Sombra grew to McCree, the prospect of jealousy never came up; she was just too smart to get emotional over stupid things like fake flirting and sleeping with someone for the sake of a job.
Everyone in Overwatch (the game) is a gifted with something, even Junkrat, who’s an expert with explosives, so yeah, I’m sure Reyes did see something in McCree that stood out from any other Deadlock members they arrested that day.
But you’re also talking about Moira, who by default, is smarter than every (known) member of Blackwatch, lol. Of course she thinks he’s a fool…that’s just her personality. I’m sure she knows that he’s no idiot, he’s made it out alive so far. But sometimes there are things that come out of his mouth that leave her wondering how much longer she’ll have to keep interacting with the man.
life on the internet gets a lot better when you realize you dont owe random weirdos your time or energy
mean or baiting anon message? delete it. someone leaves an annoying comment on one of your posts? block em. you see a post that says something you dont like? ignore it.
you have absolutely no obligation to anyone on this website. dont forget that
jdlkafjklsdaf that is too cute! I love that Sombra would be sassy with her answers 💕 and doesn’t expect McCree’s hands on her shoulders since she can’t see because of the cucumbers. She almost asks what he’s doing but as soon as he starts rubbing her shoulders, she just melts and stays quiet, in no rush to make him stop. 😊
I know this has been said before, but with tumblr’s shitty culture of black and white and nothing in between, I think it warrants saying again:
It is very much okay to write straight relationships.
We need wlw and mlm, and we need non-binary characters and bisexuals and asexuals and queer platonic relationships and healthy polyamory. But we also need to have good mlw relationships and straight characters present in literature, because as much as we don’t have the diversity of sexualities, we also don’t have diversity within straight characters.
Diversity such as mlw ships in which…
One or both characters are poc, (but neither is fetishized or ‘ambiguously tan’.)
One or both characters are disabled.
One or both character are allowed to be non-gender conforming while still identifying as a binary gender.
One or both characters identify as either trans, or a binary-leaning gender, like a demi-boy/girl.
The characters are a part of a healthy polyamorous relationship.
The characters are in any healthy, loving relationship where both characters have equal power and agency within the relationship and the man is not worshiped as a feminist monument for accepting the woman as his equal (because men should not need to be given a prize for treating a woman like another human being, thank you very much.)
Now, if you think I’m saying you should go out and change your non-mlw relationships, then you are vastly misunderstanding me. There should always be characters with diverse sexualities in every book because there are people with diverse sexualities in every culture and every age, and because including these characters, (especially as non-pov characters), is so easy that any non-homophobic monkey could do it in their sleep.
What I am saying,is that we need to stop protesting writers who are writing amazing diversity and happen to have a straight protagonist or a mlw central ship.
There’s a difference between a writer who adds token diversity to a straight world for brownie points, and a writer who writes with diversity while still using their stories to show that the common mlw relationships in media aren’t the full picture, nor the way mlw relationships should be.
He loves kissing every part of her body – for someone who’s a loner, she sure is kissable. But if McCree were to choose, it’d be the most easily accessible part of her – her cheeks! Most of her person is covered in gear/clothing but her cheeks are always ready to be smooched. And her cheeks are so soft – how can he resist? (pro tip – he can’t )
Well, beyond kisses on the lips, she has two favorite spots to place smooches. The first, when she wants to be a brat or if they’re alone is to just kiss the side of his throat. It makes him shudder which Sombra wholly enjoys and he’s very warm there. The other place would be to place a peck to tip of his nose, which she starts doing later in their relationship in place of her customary ‘boops’ ❤
An author I love: i’m so sorry for not updating, please accept my apologies, life has been busy at the moment and i just didn’t have time to write, so sorry for making you wait-
Me, gently cupping their face in my hands: My friend. My dude. I’m the kind of idiot who waits years for the new season of a show. Who gets excited about the new part of a book series that hasn’t been published in a decade. Do you seriously think i’m not gonna be there cheering for you when you come back? That my support is dependent on you regularly publishing updates? That you owe me anything? No no no no no. I’ll love you whatever you chose to do. So go on having fun and living your life you gorgeous being ❤
Yes, but McCree has to kinda remind Sombra of Halloween at first and convince her that it might be fun for all three of them to dress up and take Rose trick or treating. Sombra does grow to like the idea but they never stay out too late, for she’s always far more preoccupied with Día de Muertos. She doesn’t go all out but it still holds some relevance to her.
Still, seeing Rose get all excited about candy and showing off her costumes always makes Sombra smile and McCree likes being in costume with them both but mostly just loves being able to spend time with his family. 😊
haha i just noticed this from her new victory pose
witch mercy be like ‘this is my husband💕’ and now all i can imagine her doing is just carrying around headless reaper’s head so he can come along with her on those long, lonely flights across the wilds.
Yeah, so Oni x Zhuque ain’t gonna be done by Halloween, BUT definitely by Gency week (I’ll make it fit in one of the prompts, watch me)!
I had this fic done for over a month and NOW I GET TO SHARE IT!!! 😀
With any luck, I’ll try to write out one or two quick drabbles for a few more days in McSombra week 2018. In the meantime, enjoy this!
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Characters: Jesse McCree, Olivia “Sombra” Colomar
Warnings: None
Additional Tags: Van Helsing!McCree, Demon Hunter!Sombra, Fantasy Setting, Sliiiiiiight angst (not really), Fluff, Kissing, youdidntreadthelastoneshutup
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It was quite the hefty reward, McCree had to admit that.
His profession was dangerous. One his dearly beloved was against at times, but she knew how much he loved it, and she melted under his smile every time he was exhilarated from the hunt. Before every new target he went after, she’d give him a good-luck kiss and he’d promise her to return alive, healthy and in one piece. With the exception of any new bite marks, scars and scratches he’d occasionally come home with, his promise was fulfilled every time.
Until now, he never worried her too much. He was usually hired to kill off vampires, werewolves, failed sentient science projects and any other vicious beasts that would terrorize quaint villages or large kingdoms. But now, he had to fight a new monster. One that possessed a force completely foreign to him:
Magic.
McCree had encountered a fair number of demons in his younger days, but never had he actually managed to kill one. He’s dealt with enchantments and their aftershock, but never succeeded with the enchanter themselves. That was what worried her so much. McCree knew what was running through her head, and attempted to calm her.
“Darlin’, you don’t have to worry about me-”
“I know I don’t have to, but I still do! Jesse, what if it-”
“It ain’t gonna do nothin’ to me. I’ll come back, I always do.”
“I know, it’s just-” her sentence was cut off with a strong arm wrapping around her waist and a kiss to her forehead. She let out a deep breath and relaxed in his hold. “Please be careful.”
Once again, he promised her everything he has in the past, but with words unspoken.
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McCree made his way through the thick forest and travelled beyond what any of the locals dared. He had entered the demons’ domain, and now only sheer luck could save his soul, lest an ancient spirit granted mercy on him. Even if he was lucky enough for to receive such a fortune, the legends said that even the most powerful of Gods were fearful of The Shadow.
McCree has heard many tales of The Shadow. Despite nobody seeing more than an opaque black mist and many of their loved ones vanishing, then returning as lost and broken souls, he didn’t know much about the mysterious entity. Not the full extent of its power, nor its motives. Still, he brought the strongest weapon and ammunition he possessed. Better to be over-prepared rather than underprepared.
The rustling of leaves in the distance usually would have been disregarded as a rabbit or squirrel trying to outrun another animal, but when the rustling grew closer, he aimed in the direction of the noise. It grew louder and then eventually became replaced with footsteps. Accompanying those footsteps was a hooded figure with their hand grasping a weapon of their own.
Due to the heavy shadow the hood gave under the full moon, the only parts of their face that was visible to McCree was the tip of the nose and below, and even their mouth was shielded by a red scarf. It didn’t take him long to conclude this person was female from the form-fitting clothing they were wearing. They spoke, but their words were barely audible as they were filtered through the fabric covering their lips.
“What do you think you’re doing here? These are my hunting grounds,” they said threateningly. McCree could only guess what emotion their expression held, and his first guess was disgust.
“I’ll have you know that I was hired to come here. I have a meet ‘n’ greet with a beast, and I’m not leaving empty-handed,” he drawled.
“ ‘The Shadow’ doesn’t exist,” they told him. “Whatever reward you were promised, you won’t get it.”
“How did you-”
“You’re not the first person to come here in search of it. The real demon from those stories you’ve probably heard is The Reaper. Do you really think a bullet will stop the God of death?”
McCree glanced to the weapon in his hand, which suddenly felt very small. Even though he stood at a much taller height than whoever this person was in front of him, they definitely managed to make themselves seem much more powerful. McCree only knew one other person who was capable of that.
“Leave, Vaquero!”
Okay, that’s it.
He may not have known much about demons, but he wasn’t stupid, either.
He stepped closer to her. She raised her gun, but didn’t shoot. With every step McCree took, no shots were fired.
When the distance between them was short enough, he gripped the wrist of the hand holding the gun pointed at his chest. Her gloves were sturdy, but even through the tough leather, he managed to put enough pressure on that one place along her inner wrist.
Every demon’s weak spot.
Sure enough, within seconds, he could see the rest of her face, illuminated by her eyes which took on a bright, golden hue. The light of the moon was extinguished around them, but instead of black mist surrounding her, it was pure dark magic. Dark enough to consume a wildfire and effectively swallowing both of them whole. She winced in his hold. Her legs were slowly buckling under her as if the strength in her body was being drained. McCree knelt to her level and removed her hood. Her long hair flowing over her right shoulder like a waterfall silently breaking through a faulty dam. The glow of her eyes dimmed until he could vividly see her purple irises looking back at him. Hundreds of words and emotions swam through them as they just stared at each other in silence.
She expected him to be angry. He had every right to be. She kept this secret from him for so long and-
Her thoughts were cut off as the silk scarf was gently pulled down, revealing her entire face. She almost wished he would be angry with her, because it probably would have hurt a lot less than what he asked next:
“Olivia, why didn’t you tell me?”
She wanted to tell him everything. She truly did. But all it would do is place him into a position nobody deserves to be in. With no other alternative answer immediately coming to mind, she crashed her lips against his, their kiss mingled with her tears. They held each other’s embrace, the chill of the night not affecting the human in the slightest, for he had his demon keeping him warm.
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Ta-daaaaaaaaa… I’m bad at kiss scenes, but I tried… probably won’t be the last one I write, either.
Blame itshigh-boop for getting me to freak out about this skin combo. Thanks to them, they got me from liking this ship to loving it. Tbh, this ship needs more love! Thanks for inspiring me, man! Happy McSombra week!!!
I love all myths related to the ocean, especially mermaids. I like the idea of Sombra lurking in the deep like a piranha, bright and pretty but very dangerous while Lionfish!McCree stays more towards the surface. Both of them know they’re pretty and like to show off.
Oh man this is such a good question. Don’t get me wrong, I like all three of those ships too (Gency is a big fave in fact), but Somji is just… I don’t know, something about it really clicked for me when I first thought about it. Part of it is aesthetic, but I also feel like they’d just be really good together?
I just love that some situational stuff in their lives they have in common, but there’s such a huge contrast between them even with it.
They both had to go “underground” for different reasons – Genji because he was presumed dead, Sombra because she was discovered and she let the world think she was dead.
They both reinvented themselves. Sombra created a new identity and resurfaced on the side of Talon. Genji was made into a cyborg and brought into Overwatch, but once he left and met Zenyatta, he became “whole” again. A new man, with a new outlook. Sombra became a new woman with a new purpose.
They’re both cyborgs. Sombra might not be as obvious, but she’s incredibly augmented, just like Genji is, although in a different way. But here’s my favourite contrast between them: Sombra chose to become a cyborg. Genji did not.
What would happen if they met? Depending on when it is, there’s so much to explore. How would Genji feel, meeting someone who chose to become “inhuman”? What would Sombra say? Would she praise him for what he’s become? Would he like it? There’s SO MUCH to explore (and I plan to in fic, eventually).
Just imagine… Sombra revealing she’s also a sort of cyborg. Genji running his fingers over her spinal implants. He’s found someone like him.
And I just love that.
I also just think their personalities work well together. They can both be smarmy as hell. Have you heard some of Genji’s in-game lines? He knows he’s good at what he does. And Sombra thinks she runs everything behind the scenes. If they were to team up? Hoooo boy.
Also, Genji just totally shutting Sombra down when she tries to threaten him?
Sombra: You wouldn’t believe what I learned about you, Sparrow. Genji: I am at peace with who I was. Your threat does not concern me.
GOOD. SHIT.
I like the thought that maybe Sombra would be able to coax Genji’s more lighthearted side out a bit more. He’s often serious to a fault, and although she takes things seriously, Sombra’s often flippant and sarcastic. Maybe Genji could get her to be a little more serious, too. I think they’d balance each other out.
But more than that, I see them challenging each other. Making each other better. Genji is skilled in ways Sombra isn’t, and Sombra’s skilled in ways Genji isn’t. They’re both all about stealth, but they have different approaches. They could be an unstoppable team if they wanted to.
Also, Sombra can hack Genji. That would definitely be fun in the bedroom. With consent, of course. 😉
And yeah… like you said, aesthetics are a part of it too. They just look good together. And their ship name is NEON DRAGON. Or Hack and Slash. Pretty damn cool for a ship name, if you ask me.
Maybe I’ll write proper analysis on this one day, but for now that’s my basic answer, long as it is. But TL;DR: I think they’re well-suited to one another because they have common experiences, but radically different approaches to things, and I think their personalities mesh well. Also: hot and kinky. Always a plus.
A/N: Not gonna lie, I had nothing planned for this day until the Halloween skins came out.
He’s late.
Cursing up a storm behind his handkerchief, McCree handles his arm in his other hand. The arm that was ripped off while killing a demon. There isn’t any blood, or pain, but the haunting feeling of lacking an appendage keeps him on edge. Undead has certain benefits that really shouldn’t be considered as such.
A little fanart for @moirakin‘s adorable McSombra Dragon AU fanfic: Reptilian Wiles! Dragon Sombra and McCree just casually flirting, what’s wrong with that? 🐲💜🤠
Please check it out if you can, it’s short but sweet, and she worked really hard on it for McSombra Week!
He wasn’t sure what was more bizarre – the fact that he was flirting with a dragon, or the fact that the dragon was flirting back.
Dragons had always been a nuisance to humanity. Big, powerful animals with the intelligence of a human and a penchant for violence to match, they were the only creatures as interested in useless valuables as humans were.
There were knights who trained their whole lives to repel the beasts. Most of them got gobbled up or burnt to a crisp in their very first dragon encounter. Others simply disappeared without a trace. There were rumors that these humans were “chosen” by the dragons – but for what, nobody had a clue.
Jesse was not a dragon hunter by trade. He saw them as more amusing than threatening. They could be so much more than they were, with their unfathomable lifespans and incredible power. Yet they spent their time fighting monkeys over shiny objects.
The one that came through town early one autumn morning was no exception. The first Jesse heard of it was its heavy wingbeats from up in the clouds. The wind howled as it sliced through the air and landed with enough force to flatten several nearby buildings. He could hear the destruction it caused before he could actually see the creature. When the smoke cleared, though, he couldn’t miss it. Massive purple wings the length of a small plane splayed outward, clearing the dust away.
Me: *reads McSombra Week 2018 prompts* My Brain: Oh hell no. You have too much to do and no time to do it. This should be the last- what are you doing? Me: *getting ideas* …Nothing… My Brain: What the-?! That’s not- NO, DON’T WRITE THE- goddammit… Me: *writes the fic anyway*
I mashed up days 2 and 4 for this one. Sorry it’s a bit rushed, so it’s not as good as yesterday’s entry. You know what day it is, so just… just read the fic…
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Characters: Jesse McCree, Olivia “Sombra” Colomar Warnings: None Additional Tags: Deadlock!McCree, Los Muertos!Sombra, Sombra is an expert at blackmail, bribery and pissing McCree off, Crappy references to in-game interactions
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She ran into the shaded alley, fumbling to reload her weapon. They were hot on her trail, and for being decked out in bright colors and many of them notorious for being very loud, god damn some of them are stealthy sons of bitches!
When she was at full ammo, she threw herself behind a pile of crates. She was in enemy territory now. In all honesty, this ‘gang rivalry’ crap was stupid in her opinion, and all because of a failed relationship between the leaders. On top of that, they just had to raid the same shipment at the same time. Sure, she found their hidden stash, but she couldn’t carry any of them back without getting caught. If she came back empty handed, her gang would definitely have her ass for that…
A/N: I finally have an excuse to write pregnant Sombra with her strange cravings and McCree being more then willing to accommodate.
“Jesse,” Sombra’s voice is hushed, but insistent. “Jesse, I need a steak.”
Quietly sighing, McCree blinks away sleep as he sits up. His blurred vision barely makes out Sombra with one knee folded on the edge of the bed, and the clock reading a little past 2 AM. Her belly is swollen with their baby. For 8 months, McCree has been kissing her stomach and talking to their little one. Now, she leans closer to him, almost pleading when she says his name once more.
sorry, that was a what if kind of ending i thought of when i read that angsty piece 2/2
This AU doesn’t end so sadly, but, I love the ‘what if’ idea to it.
The weeks following her walking away into the dark stormy night leaves McCree cold. It’s something that even his eternal flame within his heart can’t fight. A stupid, desperate hope builds up inside of him that she’ll come back.
Months turn into years. He’s still so cold. He misses the human.
He has to find her.
Taking to a human form, something that he hasn’t done in decades, he takes to the human world. He travels far and wide asking for the mysterious maiden that only went by Sombra.
He comes to a small, hot town. Up in the mountains and trees, a small, stone house resides. They tell him he will find a woman named Sombra here.
When he knocks, a young woman answers. McCree has to bite his tongue from calling her Sombra. There’s a different color in her eyes, but the young woman looks eerily close to the maiden he knew.
The young woman yells for her mother. Leaving him for a moment in the doorway, the hidden dragon awaits.
She appears. Silver hair takes what was once lush and dark. Wrinkles steal away her life but never the lethal, playful edge to her strange, gem like eyes.
His name is whispered on her lips, stunned. Something flashes deep behind her irises, of memories long ago. Of a thief, and a dragon in a warm cave.
He doesn’t know what to say. His tongue is burnt and his heart aches for dragons age slowly. Humans always go by so quickly. He lost the life they could have had together, were he not so afraid.
Regret, or maybe his foolish hope of it, fills her cheekbones. She asks why he’s here, why he comes to her know when he didn’t in the dark night so many years ago.
The dragon doesn’t have an explanation, one that matters now, anyways. He just says he had to see her again. He didn’t know what had happen to his little thief.
She knows his true meaning. He can’t hide it. Her regret and sorrow is covered with firmness. She tells him her husband will be home soon. He should go.
He should have gone a long time ago, but this is where he turns away now. Before he leaves her to the rest of her mortal life, he asks for one thing. She gives her hand. The dragon kisses her knuckles, conveying the longing and foolishness of his heart in the one touch, before letting go.
The dragon leaves her be, for her love is already spent, and his loneliness is only his doing.
Alright, this is just a rough sketch that will never be finished, I guess.) Although it’s too old and just too good not to share. I hope you guys will love it! ~♥
While I am flattered beyond words that you think I am perfect, and a sweetheart, it seems that I must remind you of the same in turn. And I must do my best to remind you that you are far from unwanted.
Being the age you are and not having experienced a first such as a kiss does not make you less desirable, and while things in this world say you must rush into things such as a relationship, and romance, and having a family, this is where I must tell you that such things are not for everyone.
You are not worth less than I am Darling because you have not experienced your first kiss. You are not worth less than I am because you are not dating anyone…please do not think so low of yourself.
If for no other reason than I think you are perfect as you are.
as requested, Sora in BNHA land. Ive always loved Wingblade I know its Vens shhhhh
I figure it would be a light based quirk, if it wasn’t a lockpick quirk, where he can open any lock. He’s got an armiger of light weapons that he can hold, but they’ll burn everyone else.
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