I recently stumbled across some storyboards for Tangled, and I saw this one panel that had Maximus ( the horse ) dragging Flynn by the scruff of the neck. It really made me want to draw Noodle dragon no.1 ™ dragging McCree away from Hanzo when he’s about to make what he thinks is a smooth move on Hanzo. I’ve been insanely busy with work lately, but I get some time off soon so more drawings! yey! :D
I just want to thank you for putting Carol and Jess in A Moveable Feast. It makes me so friggin' happy.
Glad you liked them! But credit where it’s due, Carol and Jess was all @scifigrl47 :D I wanted to include Carol, but she came up with the idea of Carol and Jess as Problem Caterers and wrote most (I’d have to check, possibly all) of their featured scenes. I’d love to take credit for this one, but the glory goes to another. :D
Where Jesse is a Blackwatch agent posing as a client to spy on the Shimada clan and dig up some of their secrets, but one of Hanzo’s guards catches him snooping around one night and planting bugs, cut to Jesse being interrogated by the big bad Yakuza boss Hanzo himself and McCree KNOWS this could end badly but. He ends up popping a boner and hanzo definitely notices and decides to humor Jesse, deciding he’d have an ‘alternative’ punishment for lying to him. Because it’s not like he hasn’t been thinking about throwing Jesse onto the nearest surface and fucking his brains out since they first met or nothing.
i hope you'll somehow still run this blog because ppl followed for your work and what you had created with your imagination and empathy. I hope you will cheer up, Love. If you still do requests, how about a vocation thingy ? With Jesse, Solider or Genji ? If you feel like it~ Lots of Love and best wishes, Anon
;-; thank you, sweetie <3 Also I went nuts. Roadtrip :D
The strums of “Stand by your man” reached your ears as the bright, burning rays of sun began to dance across your face, waking you from your slumber at the back of the car. You slowly lifted your head off the leather of the back seats, the warm wind rushing through your hair, the sun-beaten landscape decorating your surroundings, bare yet beautiful.
You rubbed your eyes, stretching your limbs and yawning. Your gaze was captured by your cowboy in the front seat, his chestnut strands dancing in the humid breeze, drumming his fingers on the wheel in-time with the beat of his terrible country songs. Jesse caught your movement in the rear view mirror and shot you a wide dog-like grin.
“Hey, doll.” Jesse chuckled, leaning over and picking up his Peacekeeper from the passenger seat and placing it in the glove compartment safely. “Enjoyed your nap?”
You leaned forward, kissing Jesse on his scruffy cheek before clambering into the shotgun seat, running your fingers through your hair, humming affirmatively. You pulled a face at his choice in radio choice, reaching over to change it.
“Nuh uh, honey.” Jesse playfully slapped your hand away, instead intertwining his fingers with yours, stroking his thumb across your knuckles.
“Where are we anyway?” You asked, squeezing his hand and looking around, the landscape looking like something that should be in an old western movie.
“I don’t know.” Jesse threw his head back and laughed, turning to gaze at you. “That’s amazing isn’t it?”
“Being lost is amazing?” You questioned, smiling in spite of yourself.
“We’re so damn lost.” Jesse sighed happily. “Talon doesn’t know where we are, Overwatch doesn’t know where we are, the world doesn’t know where we are. Kinda feels like freedom, don’t it?”
You melted slightly. You kissed his knuckles lovingly before reclining back, stretching your hand up, letting the rushing wind press against your palm. Yeah. It did kinda feel like freedom.
Soldier 76/ Jack Morrison:
The highway your car was on was completely deserted, almost entirely silent if not for the steady hum of the engine. You looked up from the book you were reading out loud to Jack to look out of the window, the darkness coating the world in a dark blue tint. You dog eared the page you were on, tossing the book into the backseat, before looking at Jack, his silver hair gleaming in the moon-lit night and occasionally the artificial light of the bare street light.
He didn’t seem as old in this setting. The night gently obscured the dark shadows underneath his tired eyes, made his harsh scars seem like they were lovingly drawn onto his face. His Alaskan-ice blue eyes momentarily glanced at yours, the edge of his lips quirked up in a smile.
“Alright there?” Jack asked softly, watching the soft light dance over your features.
You thought about your answer for a moment before smiling at him.
“Hmmm… Yeah. Yeah, I am.” You whispered. “You want me to take over the driving for a little bit?”
“No, I think I can do a few more miles.” The soldier replied, looking the clock on the dashboard and rubbing under his eyes.
You rolled your eyes slightly but accepted his answer, leaning over and kissing his cheek before tucking your legs underneath you on the seat, curling up slightly.
“Are you all prepped to go on the Hanamura mission when we get back?” Jack asked, frowning slightly.
“Forget Talon and missions and everything for a little bit.”
Jack looked at you quickly, eyebrows raised slightly before smiling lovingly. He reached over and curled his pinky around yours, leaning back comfortably in his chair.
The sun was slowly coming up, it’s rosy-golden glow washing over you, painting the scenery in light. You sighed softly, glancing to the passenger seat next to you where a certain cyborg was napping, his mouth open and drooling slightly. You smiled at the sight, turning your gaze back to the road, tapping your index finger against the wheel and humming along to the J-Pop band that was singing on the mixtape you and Genji made for this trip. You pressed a button on the dash, the roof of the car reclining to let the cool air wash over you.
Leaning over, you playfully poked Genji’s scarred cheek a few times until he stirred from his slumber, quickly shutting his mouth once he realized it had been open the whole time. He straightened up, wiping his mouth, the breeze making his soft ebony hair dance slightly.
“Woooah. Look at that.” He noticed the dawn breaking, transfixed by the sight.
You hummed in agreement, gazing at Genji lovingly for a moment before turning back to the road. Everything was slowly properly lighting up, the day slowly heating back up. You felt something gently nudge against your lips. Genji was gently poking one of his sweets against your mouth, grinning widely at you, eyes laughing.
“Candy for breakfast?” You questioned him, taking a bite.
“We’re on holiday, we could have cereal for dinner if we wanted.” He reasoned, popping the rest of the sweet into his mouth and stretching his limbs out.
“Can you even taste it?” You asked, taking your hand off the wheel for a second to grab your water bottle.
“Yeah, but the taste is dulled.” Genji replied, taking the bottle from you and opening it for you before giving it back to you.
You drank deeply before giving it to him, enjoying the breeze against your face, his cool fingers touching your heated ones. Genji placed your water bottle back, smiling at you before looking back at the sunrise.
“Do we have to go back?” He suddenly asked. “Back to the headquarters? To the endless missions and training and… Everything?”
“What makes you ask that?” You looked over to him, tilting your head.
“It’s just… I’d rather do this. With you. Going nowhere, just happy with breathing and seeing.”
“Soon, Genji. When all this is over, we can do this freely.” You promised, catching his hand and squeezing it.