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When I tell you I'm not even exaggerating the size of his waist (because I would)
Piece of this Ram & Zen doodle page I've been working on
I have noticed the easiest way to get a fandom rabid is Australians
Art dump! Here’s a mix of works in progress and finished pieces, with some doodles thrown in there!
Love bitches who are evil and fucked up
I think supports with overconfident pharah main friends deserve financial and emotional compensation
Jesse Mccree Morrison Reyes is the 10th member of the delinquents club. Jesse is the embodiment of farm boy Hibo energy. Wanted to go up and beyond for any person he knows even when his twin gets him in trouble half the time he’ll just take whatever punishment Cassidy set up for him.
Last but certainly not least at least he won’t let you forget him Cassidy Cole Morrison Reyes. Now the group doesn’t know which one of them is the oldest but they can tell each other apart by their behavior. Where Jesse just wants to have harmless fun or commit petty crimes Cassidy you might be willing to go a bit more extreme. Cassidy may not be as sweet as Jesse, but he’s more than willing to go above and beyond for his friends and family. 
Both brothers are each other’s best friend and worst enemy, but what sibling isn’t they’ll be there for each other through thick and then even covering up their small differences to act as the other person when it is needed…. or they think it’s funny. 
Can someone help me? I've been looking for a fanfic of Hanzo(on ao3), where he's recovering from drug usage while being obsessed with kimchi as he asks for D.va to make it, and later in the fic, he noticed his batch of kimchi was lower. So he blamed Cassidy, Genji, and D.va for it, but they confessed up that none of them did it, and it might have been his dragons cause they guarded the fridge during the night. Idk, I've been trying to look for it, and nothing is clicking with me :c
Oh yes, who needs a jet scooter anyway when you got a mech?
Sari as Dva !
Hey, Red Alert... Wooh Wooh Wooh Woooh!
the ultimate medic lady.
I don’t know what compelled me to draw this, but I felt like sketching junkrat stuck on a comically large rat glue trap
This was supposed to be a keychain design but then I kind of forgot about it and gave up
Junkrat turned BABYRAT
i just felt like drawing child Junkrat idk…. I don’t have access to my pc tablet right now so it low-key bad 💔
I had the thought of junkrat getting stuck on a comically large rat glue trap and it keeps making me giggle
Undertow’s origin story
Prologue The gunfire was deafening. Bullets ricocheted off the outer and inner walls and the explosions of grenades shook the apartment complex as the Canadian soldiers and American marines stood their ground against the oncoming onslaught. The walls have long began to crumble under the constant hailstorm of bullets. Four casualties in the squad of ten. One dead, two barely conscious and one still fighting. The medic was trying to two of the injured soldiers while avoiding derbies and bullets ricocheting in the room. Staff Sergeant John Nash of the U.S marines sat against one of the walls below a hole an RPG impact made. He was frantically changing the magazine in his rifle. He hit the bolt release with the heel of his hand while watching the bolt carrier snap the ejection port closed. Quick as a flash, he sprung to his feet and rested the handguard on the lower edge of the hole, he lined up the iron sights on a target and pulled the trigger. The small red sprays from the body uneased him, but it meant that the shots hit their mark. Firing two rounds at a time on semi auto, he cut down one enemy down after another. “They're coming up the the stairs!” shouted a voice over over the radio system. John ducked back behind his cover to give the order. Someone link up with Foley and hold the stairwell!” John ordered over the radio. “Drenth!” John shouted, catching the attention of one of the Canadian soldiers as he was helping the medic put a splint on the leg of one of wounded soldiers. “Finish up helping Clarke and take position here to cover the courtyard!” Drenth replied “You got it!” to John as he primed a grenade and threw it out the hole. The sergeant rose up and fired into the street, taking a bit of pressure off the courtyard of another building across the road. The Canadian soldier slipped up behind John and patted his shoulder to signal he’ll take watch. As John made his way to the balcony, Drenth rested his rifle on the ledge of the hole and fired into the street. John rose up and aimed the underbarrel grenade launcher on his rifle towards the entrance of an alley where two or three men ran into and fired. The 40mm grenade detonated as it hit the wall just inside the alley enterance. “Bobcat 2-1, Bobcat 3-1! Do you copy!” The call was from the sergeant of another squad in the lobby of the building across the street they were covering. John ducked down behind the concrete barrier and pressed the talk button on the mic for the radio. “Go ahead 3-1!” “We planted the fireworks, but we can't leave, break! The AO’s too hot and we have multiple casualties, break! We need CASEVAC and reinforcements, now! Over!” John switched his radio frequency to contact their command base. “FOB Matrix, this is Bobcat 2-1! Do you copy, over!” John shouted into the mic. “Bobcat 2-1, FOB Matrix. Send traffic, over,” the radio operator replied. “Bobcat 3 planted the noisemakers, but we've got multiple wounded and at least two KIA, break! We’re heavily outnumbered and outgunned with about four snipers taking pot shots at us, break! Over a dozen and a half foot soldiers with automatic weapons are still kicking and have already breached the crows nest, break! Requesting air support at our AO! How copy, over!” John waited for about fifteen seconds for a reply, in till he heard what he didn't want to hear. “Uh… negative Bobcat 2-1. I say again, negative. RPGs have already shot down two transport choppers on the other side of the city and convoys have been mobilized to evacuate any survivors, break. All chopper support has been grounded until further notice, break. Will send info if situation changes, over.” John angrily hit the heel of his boot against the floor at the news. “Where the fuck is that air support?!” shouted a marine as he reloaded his rifle. John switched his radio frequency back to the closed comms for the squad. “Bobcat, be advised! The RPGs are too big of a risk for the choppers! Two transports were already shot down! We need to hold out on our own!” John said over the radio. “Sonofabitch!” a marine swore to himself as he pulled a pin from a grenade and lobbed it into the street. He then leveled his rifle on the ledge and started firing again. The exchange of bullets and explosives escalated as more hostiles flooded the streets below and fired their automatic rifles at the squad's position. As one of US marines continued firing his light machine gun at the oncoming targets in short bursts, he saw a single greater danger than the dozen plus human targets. A pickup truck had rounded the corner with four more gunmen and one man on a heavy machine gun. “We’ve got a technical rolling in!” he shouted as the gunner opened fire. The men and women of the squad hit the deck as the half inch diameter bullets hit the thick reinforced concrete walls inside the room. Most of them made it, except one. As Ben landed on the ground, he swore he felt something wet splash on the right side of his face. He brought his right hand to his face. He removed the gloved hand from his face to see that the liquid didn't just dampen the fabric. The substance coloured it… in crimson. “NASH!” The marines and Canadians on the floor turned their heads to see their XO’s body. John had taken a direct hit from a 50 calibre bullet just below the collarbone, blowing apart his upper torso. He died almost instantly. Ben still laid on his stomach at the gory mess that was Sgt John Nash as the world went quiet. All he could hear over the silence of his mind was blurred voices and muffled sounds of rock hitting rock as his eyes tried to take in what was happening around him. A young American marine was on a knee against an inner wall looking like he was hyperventilating with panic. One of the other marines near the balcony wall lobbed a grenade over the wall, trying to lighten up the heat so the squad could fire again. Clarke and one of the other troops jumped on top of the wounded men to protect them from the flying debris, still staring at the dismemberment. Then, Ben’s eyes fell back on John's corpse as the pool of blood still stretched from his body and began to dampen Ben's uniform under the armour. In his eyes, it felt like he was lying there for hours. His mind was completely blank. He felt frozen, as if every joint in his body locked. He had forgotten how to breathe, his lungs started to panic for oxygen. Within his mind, there was only one question running through... What now?
By the way, I'm going to hell for this, but I can't help but make a joke about it.
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The one-armed Characters Club.
McCree: Why is Crosshair standing aside?
Magnus: And he's not fully in our club yet, he doesn't have a prosthetic arm.
Cross: I pray about it every day.
Magnus: So are we, honey, so are we.
wardsz and a cole
Day 12, have a Keith and a mccree :)
okay so people new to tumblr need to learn something real quick: tumblr is not instagram or twitter or tiktok and on this website we do not steal work from artists to gain our following, we reblog only from the artist and if we do repost, we make sure that we have very clear consent from the artist to do so and that we credit and link them in the description.
tumblr is one of the few remaining platforms where plagiarizing is not a huge issue. let’s please not make it one.
when you repost art, you are stealing that attention from the artist and whether you mean to or not, you are being deceitful and many people will believe that the art you are reposting is yours and will follow you instead of the actual artist who spent hours on the piece just for someone else to take credit by omission. also putting ‘not my art’ in the tags is not enough. if you can’t credit, don’t repost.
artists are already afraid to post their art because of this behavior becoming more and more common on the internet. if you enjoy art, please stop doing this, not just on tumblr but in general.
internet popularity cannot be worth it for how devastating this behavior is to artists.
The Beginning part 22 FINALE
It took the two men several months to fully recover and adjust to the fact that they no longer be reckless in their day-to-day lives.
Before it was just the two of them. Now they had a daughter they had to think about.
And their first step was to find a house for her to grow up in. A warm place to call home outside of the military base.
This home turned out to be a little cottage in a nearby town, just far enough that Kaaru could wake up and feel like a normal child with normal gay parents.
They tried public schools but they never were able to quite fit into the community, other parents calling their family an abomination against the Christian faith only to be shut down by Jesse, the cowboy having been raised on Christianity only to find it just as useless as NFTs.
Kaaru tried to have a normal life, a normal childhood. But something always seemed to happen. Something always seemed to come up.
A parent going in the hospital, hearing a voice that wasn’t there, talking to an imaginary friend in her own language until she learned english.
She concerned her parents, making them pull her from public school until she turned 11 and they were no longer qualified to homeschool her.
But her troubles never stopped. They had only just begun.
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I know it's short but it's an end. Until I start the next one! In the meantime, enjoy my fnaf brainrot!
The Beginning part 21
“She’s what?” Jesse blinks at Hanzo as he holds their daughter.
“She’s deaf. She can’t hear a thing.” Hanzo sighs and plays with a bit of Kaaru’s hair.
“How do you know?” Jesse asks, sitting up too quickly and hissing in pain.
“Jesse relax. Angela ran all the proper tests on her. Kaaru is completely healthy. But she can’t hear.” Hanzo says, Kaaru getting fussy in his arms.
“How can I relax when ya just dropped that bombshell on me.” Jesse frowns.
“How can you not accept she’s deaf when you obviously believe she’s our daughter.” Hanzo points out looking stern at him. “Why can’t you just accept the fact that she’s a little different.” He frowns.
Jesse takes a deep breath and nods, looking ashamed.
“Okay, whatcha wanna do? We got options and-”
“And what?” Hanzo asks, rocking Kaaru.
“And what do you wanna do? We gotta decide on somethin.” Jesse says.
“I know ASL. I plan to teach her.” Hanzo puts it bluntly.
“Okay, then I’ll learn too. Soon as ‘m outta bed I’ll look for a class.” Jesse says, surprising Hanzo.
He looks for any sort of distruth in Jesse’s eyes before nodding and kissing Kaaru’s head, making her giggle happily.
He then hands her to Jesse and relaxes as they start to doze back to sleep until Kaaru whines and reaches for the bottle.
Hanzo chuckles and hands Jesse the bottle so he can feed her.
“Sweet princess.” Jesse chuckles as Kaaru drinks from the bottle, one of her tiny hands on the bottle.
“I am surprised I didn’t hear her fuss while I was out yesterday.” Hanzo yawns and leans on his husband.
“Ya grabbed the wrong one Darlin. Me an’ Kaaru could hear ya talkin outta this one.” Jesse chuckles as Kaaru finishes her bottle quickly.
“That explains it.” Hanzo snickers softly as he begins to doze off, Kaaru not far behind him.
Jesse smiles at the two and sets the empty bottle aside, beginning to hum to help Kaaru drift off with her parents until the sun rises.
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The Beginning part 20
Kaaru had fallen asleep as Jesse began to ramble off all the things that machine malfunction could have done to him and Hanzo, the vibrations of him constantly talking a lot like the crib base, but more comforting.
He rambled off theory after theory for a good two hours before he actually noticed that she was asleep, making him smile and hum to her softly instead of talk, the gentle vibrations making her snuggle up.
“Sweet thing. So tiny and vulnerable.” He smiles before putting his metal hand on her gently, making her whine from the sudden cold of the metal. “Oh, sorry princess. Fergot about the cold metal.” He chuckles, taking the hand away before putting a tiny blanket on the nightstand over her to keep her from getting cold as he holds her.
He yawns and starts to drift off a bit, a smile on his face.
Hanzo eventually comes back and chuckles at the sight of his husband and daughter cuddling. He lays next to them and smiles, watching them slowly breathe and take on their own calming aura that filled the room and pulled Hanzo into a relaxing sleep with them.
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It isn’t until early the next morning that Hanzo and Jesse are rudely awakened by the shrill of Kaaru awake and in need of a diaper change and food.
“Oh shit.” Jesse groans as Kaaru writhes on his chest.
Hanzo takes her and sits himself up.
“Dumpling. Why are you crying?” He whines, trying to rock her back to sleep. “Are you hungry?” He asks uselessly as he gets up to try and find a bottle in the mini fridge they have in the room. “Why do we have so much fucking beer?” He groans as he searches more, Jesse sitting himself up in the bed.
Hanzo eventually finds the bottle and tries to feed Kaaru but she pushes it away. He sighs and puts the bottle on the nightstand before sitting down next to Jesse.
“Maybe she needs a change.” Jesse grunts, rubbing his eyes.
Hanzo lulls his head to look at him, leaning on him as he holds the fussy baby in his arms.
“That would make sense.” He eventually says and gets up to change her. She fusses the whole way to the changing table. But once she gets a clean diaper she calms and coos at him. “That better my little dumpling?” Hanzo asks as he goes to sit down on the bed.
“What’s her name?” Jesse asks as Hanzo leans back onto him.
“Kaaru-Seishin Mizuki Shimada-Mccree.” Hanzo nuzzles, tired.
“Damn long name doncha think?” Jesse asks softly, kissing his head.
“I had to give her some form of name to represent your side of the family.” Hanzo chuckles a little before sighing. “She’s deaf.”
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