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Inktober 2017 Day 11: Sombra

So far I’ve amassed 3 linearts to be worked on later. November’s gonna be for finishing those I guess.

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Brings it back with more OW skins ☆☆☆

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Sombra is banned from hacking the spawn room.

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Inktober Day 5- Long

Long? Snakes. I realized I hadn’t drawn my Amelie yet, so here’s a sweet king snake to celebrate Halloween early. Also I added watercolor to this one!

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        Oh honey, that’s cυтε… 

                              Now cut the crap                                          or I’ll cut you

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Sombra by naanbreadd

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Sombra’s board (@hacker-killed)

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It’s odd to walk around wearing something this light. The cool air from the coast blows through the adobe brushes against her erect nipples. Sombra doesn’t normally like to be exposed. But that’s when she’s alone.

This time, she has someone with her. Someone who would actually watch her back.

She sees Soldier sitting on the couch, reading one of her magazines. She doesn’t mean to be impressed that he knows Spanish well enough to read it and understand it, but still, she is.

The moment she realizes it’s one of her erotica magazines, her lower section begins to pulse. She can feel an internal flicking against her clitoris as it swells with blood, and for a moment, Sombra closes her eyes and relishes the feeling.

“This is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever given me, Soldero,” Sombra says. She decided to forgo the panties, and just let him see as much of her as he wanted. Her hands move over the soft material, coming to rest at her hips.

“Maybe I can give you something nice in return.”

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“Ooh, this is nice, McCree. You going to try it on for me? I know you like to look pretty on the weekends.”

She holds up the babydoll with matching panties. “Gee, McCree. I don’t think this’ll fit you. Looks like it must be mine. Are you actually giving me lingerie? It’s not even my birthday.”

It won’t be her birthday for another month, but she doesn’t let anyone know that. She’s not actually 100% when her birthday is, but what it says on the adoption papers is good enough. For all she knew, her bio mother could have lied.

“Be right back,” Sombra dashes to the hotel’s bathroom and puts it on, legs like a newborn foal as she fights off the effects of the rum. Splashing cold water on her face helps, and she gazes at herself in the mirror. Nice.

Emerging back into the room proper, Sombra does a half-turn and looks over her shoulder at McCree. “Almost as pretty as you, right?”

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“Hey, Soldero. You had some problems in the military, huh?”

Official Military Personnel Files

OMPF Morrison, Jack:

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“Seventy-six is important to you. Is that something to do with the tri-centennial?” She isn’t the most well-read person on the planet but she does know about US and Mexican history. Plus she does read. A lot. Anything from paperbacks to pamphlets. Information is power.

She gives Soldier a cheeky grin and watches him take the shot. He looks less pale than he did, and Sombra finds the feeling of relief inside to be a foreign one.

She shakes it off with bravado. “You smell like Mexico City in the summer. Almost as bad as Detroit.”

Pouring out another shot, Sombra holds up her glass. “It’s been here all along, Soldero. And I’m glad you like it. Told you it was good. You drink the cheap stuff, probably. This stuff is refined.”

The shot goes back, sweet and light, and she knocks the glass on the table between them, then pours out two more. 

“How’s your arm feeling? You got another six minutes in the cuff, so it might get numb.”

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“You’re getting tequila. Don’t ever insult a Mexican’s tequila, pendejo.” Sombra grinned and poured him a shot. “You’ve never had good tequila, probably. You’ll like this.”

She brought over the bottle and took a shot for herself, then reached out to get the jacket the rest of the way off. Turning it so the back was facing Soldero, she pointed at the 76. “See? When you’re trying really hard to be a masked superhero, so no one knows your identity, the most important thing is this: branding.”

Sombra poured another shot for herself. “Here, mijito, let’s look at your arm. You need healing. Take that shot and I’ll get my kit. Take off your mask, too. If I have to put up with your man stink, then so do you.”

She turned away and smiled to herself, not mentioning that she liked his stink. He smelled like sex and chiles to her, like candy and dia de los muertos. Like falling asleep in a summer rain.

Why was she feeling this way about him? Sombra knew she had to stop, that she couldn’t get attached. He wasn’t going to stay.

She opened the kit and pulled out a wrap, then turned back to Soldero. “Okay, it doesn’t look like much, but that’s so no one steals it.” Sombra held out the wrap and waited for him to offer his arm. “You’ll just need to hold still and it might sting at first. But that’s what the tequila’s for.”

Once the wrap was tight around his arm, Sombra pulled up her interface and started to type. Little trails of purple interacted with the wrap and soft boops and beeps dotted the room. “Okay, so it tells me it’s going to take a few minutes. Take a shot and tell me that’s not the tastiest tequila you’ve ever had.”

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“The number’s not for branding, it’s important to me. And I’m not a superhero, I’m a soldier.” There was no hurt in the way he spoke, although his voice was quiet and tired. The wound was sore, but it ached too.

He sighed and held out the injured arm, removing his mask with the other, then looked at her, blue eyes faintly amused. “I had to take it off anyway. How else was I gonna take that shot?”

Morrison grimaced in anticipation of the tequila, recalling more than one occasion when he’d puked from the stuff, but Sombra was right and this one went down smooth. The drink caused him to take a deep inhale and he grimaced again, this time at his body odor.

“Jesus. Sorry, I didn’t realize I stank that much. I smell like … Detroit, or something.”

The soldier stopped talking to look at the bandage she held up, his features clamping into a puzzled frown. She was right, it sure didn’t look like much, but he felt it working as soon as she put it on. It stung, as promised, and it burned a little too. Still, not the worst pain he’d ever felt, but enough for him to reach for the second little glass.

“Post time,” he muttered, just like when he and Gabe tried to out-drink each other back in the day. Morrison picked up the shot and held out toward Sombra. She looked a little smug, but that seemed a standard expression for her. “You’re right, this is decent – so sit down and tell me where’s your shot? Because I’m sure as hell not drinking alone.”

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Sombra is a lot of things—confident, brash, mouthy... 

Stupid isn’t one of them.

The mere fact that Reaper (Gabe) is bringing this up is because he knows something. Maybe he knows she wants to sleep with the Soldier. Maybe he knows who the Soldier is. Maybe not.

There’s no way for her to know what he knows without hacking him into a stupor, and she’s not stupid enough to do that, either. She’s not afraid of him. She’s just not stupid.

“I’m getting closer to him,” Sombra looks at her computer, not at Reaper, typical disinterest showing on her face. She won’t give him that much ammo to use against her if she can help it. “It’s just going to take some time. He’s pretty guarded. But if I can get him close enough to take his mask off, I’ll bring him here.”

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Everyone makes the same mistakes with Sombra. They treat her like a kid, or an overeager puppy, or like she’s weak and approval seeking. They forget that she’s a genius, that she’s a cold-heated opportunist who will kill a man if she deems it wise. But Reaper doesn’t forget. He never forgets.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time in Mexico. How’s the infiltration going – any luck with the vigilante yet?” He pauses to read her face, but her expression doesn’t flicker. There’s no way for Talon to observe Sombra when she doesn’t wish to be, so he has to rely on wits. “You stand to gain a lot of you can unmask him and bring him to us, you know.”