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tightlipped when hands of his scavenged his own flesh and bone, seeking for piece of metal so deep in layers of muscles, red over red, over red in multiple layers and hues ; bullets were nothing but interference to nanite function, he knew, nothing but a numbness and a deaf throbbing behind his back… or in that case, on his upper arm. “ here to enjoy the show? ” cigarillo in the air: the cowman was there.

@boundvigilante / sc

---”Don’t enjoy watching men in pain, if that's what ya mean.” he crouches, tilts head to the side and hands are moving before the gunslinger even really knows what he’s working with. “You take a buckshot or something?” said as though he were ANNOYED. more with himself than the masked vigilante bleeding out. more with himself for stopping to help. more with himself for still having a self-respecting bone in his god damn body. FIGURES. “Hope you got someone ‘round here who can help. I ain’t gonna be able to do much but stop the bleeding.”

#III | ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ғᴇᴀʀ ɴᴏ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ʙʟɪɴᴅ

---”Been running into all kinds of ghosts lately.” humor ebbs between words; a light tone. one’s gotta have a sense of ease in a situation like this; when skeletons start pry’n their way out of long dug graves. and he ain’t REALLY surprised. Captain Amari was the kinda woman, the kinda soldier that never knew how to quit, even in death it would seem. but, she’s older now, grayer, wiser probably. and damn if he ain’t happy to see her. stocky fingers pluck hat from his head and presses the thing to his chest as a sign of respect.

---”Look’n good, Captain.” // @othercheek

#IV |ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʀᴀᴄᴇ #| closed |

Jesus Saves Sinners, But Boy, He Ain’t Too Fond Of You.

indie, private, selective Jesse McCree. penned by: Griffon AKA Jones

#overwatch rp #ow rp #gaming rp #can i get a little help spreading this?#many thanks!!!

---The glass in front of him remains untouched; it rattles some while his leg bounces wildly underneath the table. it’s been a long few days---long enough for the kid to break out the whiskey. ( and really, he ain’t even old enough to be drinking. funny though, since they think him old enough to use a gun. funny though, since they think him old enough to kill. ) eyes stay downcast; caught between the grooves of the creaky old table. really, he’s a million miles off. sure, he’s home, but his heads stuck on in the field. clouded with dust, buzzing with gunfire, bogged down with orders. the kid’s tired; ain’t slept since they got back.

---It’s only once Gabriel’s within a foot's range does Jesse shake himself from the fog. Eyes peer up at, shoulders hunched as though he’s cold. and he feigns a smile---fake, and practiced, while fingers are quick to wrap ‘round the aforementioned glass.

---”Want some, jefé?” // @calavcro

#| stater |#| closed |#II |ᴀ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴠɪɢɪʟᴀɴᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ's ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ

---Starter Call

#open to all #| Starter Call |

coughs

#oh hey #ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴄғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ; sᴄʀᴜʙ! ( griff speaking )

Swipes Jesse's hat, donning it upon his own head as he slips into the unoccupied space next to him.

---”You could always just ask.” not that he minds; not that he ever minds.

#makejidamashii

zkac-deactivated20200610

*makes a jerking off motion every time someone with authority talks*

#ᴠɪᴄᴇs & ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴇs ( aesthetics )#ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ; ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ sɪɴs ᴍᴜsᴛ ɪ ᴄᴏɴғᴇss? ( muse )#I | ᴍᴀᴍᴍᴀ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪsᴛᴏʟ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ's ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅ #//same tho

okamii

there is SELFISHNESS brewing in his breast , unwavering & acrid , he LOATHES the other for dark , quivering voice that’s whispering DOUBTS into his heart , of the crawling vipers that laugh at his PITIFUL attempt at righteousness , of honour & JUSTICE . the happiness that BLOSSOMED , the pride at the regalia he bore seemed so PATHETIC now , embarrassing even .

❛ No, you’re WRONG. ❜ pitiful ATTEMPTS to reassure his own decisions moreso than to dissuade the other ; he earns to clutch his famished hands onto this scrap of goodness that he found , ASSURE himself of his own altruism & humanity , to not GRIMACE at the reflection in the mirror & there is a primal sense of paranoia that this hushed little whisper embodies , FUTILENESS .

---”Doesn’t change much between us.” No. It does. Head visibly shakes, knocking such thoughts from his mind so that he can FOCUS. So that he can say what he needs to....what he wants to. “It doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

#tbt: talon verse

quick tag dump

#I | ᴍᴀᴍᴍᴀ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪsᴛᴏʟ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ's ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅ #II |ᴀ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴠɪɢɪʟᴀɴᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ's ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ #III | ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ғᴇᴀʀ ɴᴏ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ʙʟɪɴᴅ #IV |ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʀᴀᴄᴇ #V | ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ʙᴀᴅ & sᴜʀᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴜɢʟʏ (civilian)#VI | ɪᴛ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ɪᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss (mob)#VII | ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪsɪɴɢ sᴜɴ (wild west)#VIII | sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ & ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴀɪʟ (lok)#ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ; ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ sɪɴs ᴍᴜsᴛ ɪ ᴄᴏɴғᴇss? ( muse )#ᴠɪᴄᴇs & ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴇs ( aesthetics )#ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɴsʟɪɴɢᴇʀ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ( headcanons )#ᴍɪɢʜᴛʏ ғɪɴᴇ! ( saved )#ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ( music )#ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴄғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ; sᴄʀᴜʙ! ( griff speaking )#ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ( memes )#ʏᴀ ғᴇᴇʟɴ ᴍᴄɴᴀsᴛʏ? ( crack )#ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴅᴏ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴏɴᴛᴇ ᴄᴀʀʟᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏsᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ (Gabriel Reyes)#ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ʙᴜᴛ ɢɪʀʟ I'ᴍ sᴏ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀᴄǫᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ (hana/mccree)#ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ (jack/mccree)#ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ғᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ (gabriel/mccree)#i gotta stop deleting my tags man

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

---”Would seem yer the only one, doc.”

i lost the meme rip // closed

#wingedclemency

You're fuckkn awesome man I appreciate you keep going dude :)

im late to everything but thank you!!! ily

#tbt: ooc #teufcl

‘ i crave affection in the simplest way. ’

---Affection is---difficult for him. A concept happily thought upon but rarely acted on. Such simplistic shows of love, most often, imply that which he most fears. Familiarity, something so easily taken away and dangerous when obsessed over there after. But, Jesse understands and indulges. Rough callouses, those that rest atop the very tips of his fingers, skim across dark cheeks. ( The gunslinger can’t help but marvel at the soft texture, and he remembers, rather suddenly, their funny little conversations about cocoa butter and the like. )

---”I know, darl’n. M’tryn.”

i lost the meme rip // closed

#riobeats

"Would it really kill you to be honest for once?"

---His mama said something of the same thing to him once; had her hands on her hips, all irate. Hell if he don’t remember what it was he’d done to piss the woman off so bad. But she chewed him out real good, told ‘em lying was a sin. That God didn’t, in His good graces, put lil ole Jesse McCree on this earth to lie, and cheat. Yet, he does anyway; made a damn good profession out of it for himself too. It comes easy to him, and that’s the God’s honest truth.

---But Jacks face; the hurt on it when he repeats those words....now that cuts Jesse deep. Reminds him that he ain’t good ( never was, and never will be. ) That a man like Jack Morrison doesn’t deserve the likes of a gunslinger, a murderer, a sinner, a killer for hire. “Just might.” the simplest of responses; a shitty joke void of any real humor.

---”It just might.”

i lost the meme rip // closed

#comitatum

501di3r76

“ JESSE. i dont need to be your leader to tell you what you’re doing is IMMATURE and WRONG. ”

CALL && // @boundvigilante

---”Well, now you just sound like my mama, Commander.”

#tbt: blackwatch #//im late to life SORRY

tucks a bright yellow daisy into the brim of his hat

---bright colors stand stark against dusty, grime slick face. head cants, just so; hat brim tilted as though he’s been caught unaware and off guard. “I ain’t pretty enough for this---” mumbled while fingers, still stained with red from a days work, pluck the flower from his crown to place on her own. “---you on the other hand.”

#//look at me #//writing when my theme is a mess #epheemere

❤❤❤❤ truly the best ever. deserves the whole world

das gay

#ily #pistolslang

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