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been gone for a bit but!! lms for a deadlock verse starter reply w/ ‘ . ‘ for a blackwatch starter reply w/ ‘ * ‘ for a current-day OW starter
NOTE that i am dropping all recent threads save for one. message me if you know you’d like to continue something going on.
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there is an UNSPOKEN LAW amongst those like him ; one of the many desert people philosophies that is born and killed on the same day, except this one was not killed. jesse distinctly remembers a cold tone and cold hands, lithe pianist finger’s doing the same work on him that angela ziegler --------- who was much warmer, though her lips were thinned in a way that made him think of blue bruise. but he remembers that code, anyway. in the presence of graciously doting healers and surgeons and others of the medical variety, don’t complain. keep your mouth shut. don’t say anything unless it’s a compliment. it is, perhaps, the only ounce of pretty respect that mccree has managed to RETAIN over the years (everyone else met his fire eyes, the cactus prickles of his hands, the coyote teeth that lined his mouth, his smart words and vicious though notably progressively domesticated outbursts).
his shoulder screams a dull and dying soreness. mccree clenches his teeth and forces himself not to hiss when a certain something stings or throbs (his mind is elsewhere and he isn’t paying attention to angela’s exact movements). as meticulous as her process is ; thorough and gentle, KIND in a way that was graced by god, pleasant as the sound of gabriel’s trumpet and spread of six wings. ‘ you’re good at this, ’ he comments, vaguely wondering afterwards if it sounded sarcastic. she doesn’t answer, though maybe it’s because jesse has made no notable effort to make himself remotely likeable beyond his usefulness in what really mattered. he pauses, flexing his fingers. precious seconds pass, thrumming by in the manner of southern haze as the other utilises it to get work done. mccree reiterates. ‘ thank you. ’
hate to self-promo @ the same time too but u guys should go follow my SHOGO KAWADA account! the characterisation is based on a combination of the way he’s written in the novel and portrayed in the film, w/ aspects of his history / record being kept with the novel haha. if u haven’t read battle royale though u can follow him anyway! i mostly interact with OCs and characters that don’t have much of a fandom behind them ;-) by far he’s my favorite to write and i never get tired of him haha
getting to that starter call + other replies now!!!! sooooo sorry i let it sit and wait a bit haha ;-(
ignte replied to your post “the fact that mccree didnt get the skin from the comic makes me so ;-(...”
ok but blackwatch mccree skin tho
YA blackwatch mccree skin is like..... my number one thing i could ever want b/c i’d literally play no-one but mccree if they released one but STILL ;-( blizzard can not fully captivate my #CowboyLovingHeart unless they show me the tru references....... like van cleef’s the big gundown outfit, or james coburn’s outfit in duck you sucker would be so cool to lololol (especially the one with dynamite?)
the fact that mccree didnt get the skin from the comic makes me so ;-( like ik he got one for the summer games but listen........ i just want a Subtle mccree skin. w/ nicely clashing traditional cowboy colors that’s less modern than his actual outfit. ;-( and cute turtleneck van helsing (even tho i hated that film lololol i watched it w a friend 2 be nise) outfit is exactly !!!! that !!!!! he flamboyant as fuq but still damn i want some lee van cleef lookin shit lolololol clint eastwood is entry level spaghetti western come on
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like for a blackwatch or deadlock era starter!!!
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graveles .
I don’t like your life too much. Perhaps perdition would have appealed you better; the thought turns his mind upside down. It causes it to twist and shift. He can’t adhere to one cause at a time, not in that moment. He doesn’t speak yet, instead, he finds shelter at McCree’s side, back bumping against the frigid wall as he props himself up. It’s cold, almost too cold for him to bear it. It reminds him of his first kill ( it was the wintriest day of December ), the weight upon his shoulders after ridding a man of his life. After sorting the mass of thoughts swirling free in the back of his head, he comes to a vague conclusion: they are alike in more ways than he can count. They’re viewed as naught but the underdogs, the scoundrels, the outlaws. To be appointed the commander of Blackwatch has taken quite the evident a toll on him.
‘ Maybe I should’ve let them put you in jail, ’ the words roll off his tongue redundantly. It’s no taunt, no provocation: it’s just a mere vocalization of the epiphany he’s achieved not long ago. While he cannot entirely compute Jesse’s reasoning, he attempts to emphasize. Put yourself in his place, think from his perspective. You’re not much better yourself. Narcotics were never his thing. Reyes has had his take, maybe even more than that, though it didn’t stick to him. Not like how they did to Jesse. ‘ —see how you’d take to that. No drugs, no money. ’ He spews words that sting like acid; they drip from the tip of his tongue like snake’s venom. Being given a taste of his own medicine might benefit him ( or maybe not, maybe it’s all in vain ).
Their lives are a knotted, unfinished web. Yet, he says. Will you ever come to like it? No. He already knows the answer, so he doesn’t pry. McCree is hardly coherent as it is. He allows for his head to dip backward, to settle against the icy tiles. A worn breath leaves him. Brows furrow. He enters a state of disbelief. ‘ I trusted you, kid. ’
his head leans too far to the side, mouth slightly agape and pupils still blown wide. he looks ridiculous, untreatable. a disease spread too far ; a cancer too soundly set inside. the fingers have turned black from neglection and cold and now, surely, they will need to be cut off. despite this however, mccree still writhes in and of himself. he will keep mumbling. keep bleeding and tasting the blood that collects, runs down from his nose to the top of his lips. ( no drugs, no money. what if i’d of left you in prison ) his irrational self grows angry, mouth curling into what he guesses is something of a coyote-toothed snarl but was probably nothing more than a cottonball mouth dumbness. his fingers in and out of each other. he wiggles his toes. he wants to feel. he hates the sound of resigning indifference in gabriel’s voice. jesse can’t stand being punched, but he’d like the sensation of knuckles slamming into his jaw. but he is not worth more than a few moments of anger ; no, he’s worse than that. he’s a shoulder shrugging DISAPPOINTMENT, not heaventsent or hell condemned. he is only asked to walk in purgatory, spurs still on his boots and feet kicking up grey sand. he hates reyes for this, though mccree knows that he wouldn’t if it weren’t for the effect of what his near-overdose gave to him.
‘ y- you’re the, the idiot that made the decision, commander. i never asked you for. you never asked me. ‘’m glad you threw it on me, ‘cause i ain’t good at nothin’ but shooting and the likes, but don’t patronise me. i said i’m sorry, so don’t -------- don’t treat me like i’m your fuckin’ kid. ’ the stupid high warps his words, his perception of the situation. gabriel reyes is no longer a grandiose and powerful man that directed the end of the omnic crisis, nor is he a commander. he’s been trivialised, down to his bones, down to the marrow, down to every each of the trillion individual cells that construct his being. mccree’s shaking hands lift themselves, taking too long to lay a tremble and ghosting touch on reyes’ shoulder. the gesture was something meant to be dismissive, disgusted, disappointed and a thousand other things all at once. it wasn’t. it feels gentle and pleading, a coyote with a close mouth and quiet yellow eyes, a tame thing. domesticated. has he been domesticated? he doesn’t know, doesn’t remember what the hell he even said a few seconds ago. his throat is dry, the cactus blooming in his lungs and soaking up what liquid he’d hope to contain. mccree wants water. a rain to create an oasis.
‘ i’m thirsty. ’
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“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
five words / accepting.
a SCOWL forms across his face, lips pursed into an almost-whiny frown in response to this interruption. he faced no real problem in recounting the stories he was asked of ; mccree’s hands do not tremble, voice does not lose volume. if anything he sat up a little straighter. eyes trained forward and words encompassing more meaning. but faced with an interruption in the furthest lines with it, the former smuggler isn’t sure he even wants to continue. but that’s a bratty impulse, shallow in its context and unnecessary in its doing, so he decides against it.
‘ i yeah, i ------- listen, you asked about this. you know what to expect. no need to go interrupting, ’
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batzoku
five word prompts
an-exotic-writer:
[inspired by this]
- “actually… i just miss you.”
- “alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
- “and slowly… i was forgotten.”
- “and then everything just disappears.”
- “and where do i go?”
- “anyone could tell from here.”
- “are you finishing that or…?”
- “are you stupid or stupid?”
- “anything, just call me, okay?”
- “bitch better have my money.”
- “bro… that’s so… not cool…”
- “but did you do it?”
- “call me now. it’s urgent.”
- “can’t you listen to me?”
- “cross that. don’t answer that.”
- “don’t even think about it.”
- “don’t you dare walk away.”
- “do it. i dare you.”
- “did you think i forgot?”
- “eventually… you just move on.”
- “even if you still do.”
- “everything will fall into place.”
- “fight me, you attractive stranger.”
- “for once, i need you.”
- “for once… i was right.”
- “for once… i was wrong.”
- “forget i even asked you.”
- “forget it. you fucking suck.”
- “fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
- “fuck off. i mean it.”
- “give and take. that’s life.”
- “great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
- “have you lost your mind?”
- “hello? it’s me. i was-”
- “hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
- “here’s a glass of whatever.”
- “how about a hug, hm?”
- “how about you make me?”
- “i haven’t forgot you yet.”
- “i can’t be around you.”
- “i don’t need you, really.”
- “i don’t need this now.”
- “is this your first time?”
- “it’s just a cut, really.”
- “it wasn’t me, i swear!”
- “i said i love you.”
- “just don’t fuck it up.”
- “just… come back alive, okay?”
- “just make sure you’ve eaten.”
- “kick his ass for me.”
- “killed him? wait, what, literally?”
- “life really sucks. feel better.”
- “letting go hurts… a lot.”
- “let me live, will you?”
- “no, i don’t need you.”
- “nothing can hurt me now.”
- “nothing matters anymore to me.”
- “okay it was me… so?”
- “people lie all the time.”
- “pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
- “please, you can’t die now.”
- “please don’t leave me alone.”
- “quiet. they can hear us.”
- “quick! give me your phone!”
- “quicker, you freaking piece of-”
- “quit it or i’ll bite.”
- “quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
- “really? do i look stupid?”
- “real smooth, tripping over air.”
- “rise and shine, sweet thing.”
- “rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
- “seriously? give me a break.”
- “so… what are we now?”
- “so… did you miss me?”
- “so… can we go eat?”
- “so… when’s the next flight?”
- “so… how did everything go?”
- “sometimes, i wish you died.”
- “so what? you did it.”
- “time passes slower without you.”
- “then what do you suggest?”
- “the fuck? who are you?”
- “then you tell me why.”
- “this is not working out.”
- “this isn’t what i wanted.”
- “this is all a fucking disaster.”
- “when did it all happen?”
- “who knew you’d be here?”
- “why do i even bother?”
- “why do i love you?”
- “why didn’t you tell me?”
- “you’re just… so, so stupid.”
- “you can’t be here now.”
- “you look like an accident.”
- “you really need to go.”
- “you know who to call.”
- “zero fucks given. next please.”
hmm idk how many ppl here know IDW transformers but i’ve revamped my prowl blog over at @mrvengeanc so ;-)
i might revamp just 4 some freshness lol. i’m feelin a little forgotten haha but also thats my fault since i havent been on much ;- (
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Everything is doomed
And nothing will be spared
But I love you, honeybear