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@burnlaws
Welcome to my blog! My name is Blue, she/her, and lover of all things Kaiju. This blog is a HIGHLY PRIVATE and SELECTIVE, LOW ACTIVITY writing blog for Elizabeth “Calamity” Ashe, aka, Ashe of Blizzard’s Overwatch. We out here in the YEHAW to ruin everyone’s good day. I hope you stick around to write with me!
sideblogs: @jisatsu-tai // @gvirussurvivor
RULES BIO PINTERST PLAYLIST
@calisunshinereyes
A long box makes its way into her quarters. Laid on her bed with a round box on top. If she opened the round box, she'd find a shoulder cape made with carefully formed leather to act like a throat and shoulder guard, with the cape to fall over one arm. Just long enough to hide the existence of her hand gun and favored explosives from sight. A fancy bit of gear, more fun then practical. But if the cowboy can get away with a serape... Well it never hurts to let her enjoy a little flight of fancy. To go with it? The long box holds a custom Marlin, laid in with dark wood and gold etched roses into the wood. Thorns and all. A note tucked into the gun case. ' I'm sure you'll get me next time Ashe - G @calisunshinereyes
She loved gifts, maybe it was because they had been meaningful. From the people who mattered. They were sweet, thoughtful, a keychain for a brand new bike, plated in gold. A new uniform piece, something she could use that made her feel part of the team. The gun. Not quite like the Colt she always admired, she had grown up with weapons, after all. The Viper was a family heirloom and she had stolen and traded the weapons off her parents trains so many times. She had an admiration for guns, maybe it was just in her genes. She had a knack for them. She aimed the weapon at the dart board in her quarters. A grin on her face as she twirled it over a finger. The next time she saw him, she was wearing the capelet. A grin on her face with lipstick darker than normal. A red to match the gear she sported. She placed a cheeky kiss to his cheek leaving a faint print of plump lips on his skin as she hopped after the others.
“Thanks Boss.”
❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜ - @pistolslang
Blood pooled from her lips, like a waterfall, it overtook the vibrant red with a darker sinister color. No, it wasn’t supposed to end like this. She shouldn’t have hesitated. Shouldn’t have let that moment where she met that amber gaze take one over on her. It was a moment of weakness, one that should have been on the opposing side. Where Ashe shot her old cowboy friend before he could wrangle anymore of those Overwatch agents. There was a sniper, cold as ice, perched across the canyon. Was she just glorified bait then? But it was him or the gang. And that wasn’t a choice. She would have never put them at odds, the two were just as important. But when the deal was struck, she had to look out for the people who were important. The ones she could reach. She made a bargain with the devil, and she failed to pay.
“Fuck---”
The air leaks out her lips and soft clatters of the viper hitting the ground unceremoniously are followed by the sound of her spurs as she buckled to her knees. This looked bad. At all angles. Since Ashe couldn’t kill him, the gang would do it in her wake. Filled with rage and vengeance with no head on their shoulders to aim it. He’d be against them all. And they both knew how that fight would end. A shaky hand came on put pressure on the wound that was meant to buy the other time. Bait. She was bait. She was played.
“ Damnit... “
reapinq:
— ❝ you haven’t changed at all , have you ? ❞
@burnlaws liked.
She didn’t believe in ghosts, but the chill that rolled down her shoulders a tthe gravely grime that was rich with a familiarity that chilled her blood was enough for her to reconsider. Firm scolding's of never knowing when to quit unhinged themselves from the pits of her memory. But her gaze latched to a familiar crimson moniker on the suit of the Talon grunt she had pinned under her boot. Viper pressed to the glass of the helmet like she wouldn’t blast through it the moment she was done chatting. She didn’t remove the barrel from the grunts head, but she stood up straighter.
“I didn’t.”
She kicked him to the side, a limp form meant hard enough to knock him unconscious. “I was never very friendly, was I?” and she ignored the way her heart hammered in her chest. It couldn’t be. The explosion was real, there was no mistaking that. Sure they didn’t find bodies, but no one let them look hard enough for it to matter. Everyone was already scattering to the wind. It was safer that way, but they all managed to find contact again. She tries to let her heart settle, because what if it’s not. She remember some of the missions, some times when the mission was too harsh or he pushed himself too far. That gravel.
“You coming to teach me a lesson?”
reapinq:
@burnlaws asked : “ i don’t need a break! i need to keep going until i get this right! “ [Blackwatch AAAAASHE?]
mentor / mentee prompts // accepting
— TRAINING WAS , IN NO WAY , UNFAMILIAR TO REYES . this was fairly obvious , seeing as he ran drills with his blackwatch team quite often . ashe – one of the newer recruits – was certainly the ambitious type . he liked it , truth be told . but , much like everything else , it seemed to also be a bad thing . that ambition became a fault during difficult drills .
— said drill was an aiming drill . for the most part , ashe had shown killer aim . but it seemed this one was proving to be a difficult obstacle . it was fine , really ; struggle was normal . even he struggled sometimes , and he often came up with the drills .
— ❝ come on , ashe . you gotta know when to give it a rest . ❞ his arms crossed , almost impatiently . ❝ you’ve been at this for hours . you need a fresh mind before you try again . ❞
She wasn’t used to losing, especially at something she was good at. She had not been contested in skill since meeting Cassidy. She was raw, unrefined, no training, bad habits.
“Rrgh-!”
Another snarl of frustration as she hit the start button and the holos flickered into existence. Athena starting to count down in a pleasant robotic tone. She did worse, which was only fueled by the frustration and she let the viper clatter to the counter. Less than perfect meant death.
boomgoestheriptire:
Jamie relaxes when she tells him they aren’t going too far. He’s nervous to be too far from his dads. He watches excited as she lights the tnt and tosses it up. He yelps with glee and bounces around in the ashes stimming happily with his fingers drawing little symbols in the air. “Oh that’s so chrome! Yes! Let me try!” He says excited taking one of the sticks. Instead of using her lighter he takes off one of the gloves he’s wearing revealing his hands a prosthetic. He flicks his hand just so and a small flame comes out of the tip of his thumb that he uses to light it. He tosses the tnt up and jumps with joy as it explodes.
Chrome?
She pulled herself up onto a box, wrinkling her nose as she laughed. A soft sound that didn’t look like it matched her. “See! It’s fun ain’t it!” She laughed clapping her hands and hooting after the explosion. “Again!” she tossed him another stick of unlit dynamite.
sixlaws:
As far as Flint was concerned, Ashe could have worn anything from a burlap sack to a queen’s dress - or nothing at all. She’d be stunningly beautiful no matter what, and he knew it was only too obvious in the way he found himself smiling whenever he looked at her.
He’d never met a woman more born for royalty.
“What, the dancin’?”
He could understand why. It was something he’d never experienced with anyone else, that sort of closeness between them, like two parts of one mechanism. He felt at home in her space.
“Maybe we should crash one, then.”
She let him guide her is he tugged. Twirling beneath his arm with a soft chuckle. Leaning into him as she pulled him back to her. Taking control of the dance, very easily passing control to one or the other with such grace. They were so fluid together.
“Crash one? Would you dance with me all night?”
She’s amused by the idea. She liked the idea, just for the fun of it.
harnessed-the-harness:
“Chatty?” his voice almost cracked, his hands in the air to show her he meant her no harm. At least, not yet, anyways.
“Is this usually how you start your conversations? With a gun aimed in the other person’s face?”
However, his wardrobe did make him appear anonymous after all. He could understand why she’d be weary of him because of that reason. That, and the fact he was seven feet tall and floated off of the ground.
“There’s no need for violence, my dear.”
He glanced down at her, her hair as white as snow and lips and eyes the color of crimson blood. She certainly had a unique appearance, her not looking like many people he had seen before.
Raised hands were always a good sign. She stepped down from where she stood. On the back of a hot rod hover cycle that gave her a few more inches so she could stand at least in the same ball park as the seven footer.
“Usually.”
She answered flatly, lowering the weapon marginally, and anyone who knew her or of her, knew this was still just as unsafe as staring down the barrel. _Dear._ She narrowed her eyes at his accent. Not the southern drawl of Bellaray, like her, that’s for sure. “I’ll be the judge of that.” her tone is cold, neutral. “Who are you?” Her gaze flickered over the outfit. “And what are you doing in my valley?”
shouga-nai:
His near soundless steps drew closer, and he would have walked past her if he hadn’t taken note of that article in her hand. Not to mention the way she was staring at that old piece of paper and the tone in her voice.
Something told him he wasn’t supposed to be here, to catch Ashe in what appeared to be a moment of weakness like this. And yet he lingered, gaze wandering towards the corkboard for a brief moment. He’s certain the little clipping on his ancestral home was still pinned under the mass of other excerpts somewhere. Not that he was actively looking for it… merely a part of his past that he had let go.
There was a moment of hesitation before he cleared his throat and spoke, soft and composed.
“—I don’t suppose you would like to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
Gave flickered back to him. She had her reasons for joining Overwatch at the beck of someone in her past. To stop another war from happening because everyone in Deadlock had been the orphans of that chaos. Or devastated by it. It hurt the people she loved. She twisted her arms around her. Turning to start walking down the hall.
“Didn’t Overwatch come at your family?”
outbodies:
“let me buy you another drink.” [ to javier ] // 400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS // @burnlaws
a steady gaze watches the thick plumes of smoke slowly reach for the ceiling. he’d rolled this particular brand and now wrings its mild, juxtapose benefits “ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔. ” spoken slowly and without facing them yet. he realizes something he might’ve said caught their interest. torso twists and causes deep wrinkles in their shirt as they press more heavily on the one forearm resting on the bar. the cigarette burned quiet cinders on the opposite side.
before there’s any seeds of misunderstanding, no, one doesn’t believe his face a weak aspect but the woolen clad man had walked beside enough elders, grandmothers who’ve long outlived their husbands, for the greater part of a 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. they long since understood that discreet knowledge, the softer sex was more ambitious and clever than their counterpart. commonly it was for survival but no matter the purpose he wasn’t angry. for now it’s wiser to uphold the delusions of pride and its symptom, the oblivious benevolent smile.
a free drink wouldn’t hurt him anyways.
“ please. ” pleasant expression and warm tongue, practiced down to the deep creases under their eyes. they offer their right hand in an open gesture before easing their fingers over the bottle’s long neck, “ allow me. since, you bought us the round. ”
A grin was plastered to her face as he looked at her offered drink. She was a lot of things, normal wasn’t one of them. It wasn’t uncommon for women to run gangs. She had met the Widows in person, though she had really liked to meet the other fem fatale of the area she wasn’t here to see them. She came to see Dutch, to ask a favor and her favor came in the form of one of his, whom she went to fetch from Valentine bar. She didn’t mind the leg work, she could use a drink.
She picked them out in the crowd, and she leaned heavily on the bar with a small signal to the bartender. This wasn’t Ashe’s first time on Valentine, and it certainly wouldn’t be her last. The people were right to be cautious, and she stuck out. Like an albino peacock, caught the gaze of the locals till they were slack jawed. She noticed it when she walked in, but it was only for a second. Impolite to blatantly stare, deadly too.
She withdrew from the bottle, letting a devilish smile across her face as they took the bottle for them. “Well ain’t that sweet.” she mused with her own drawl, she leaned away from her glass and nudged it toward them so they could pour. She put her chin in her palm, smile widening, “Dutch sent me to get you, I need your help.”
‘ i’ll just break the door down. ’ - @remnantbound
Gaze shifted from the door to Bob, then the other. The lanky woman using Bob as a shield from any debris. “Show me what you got, kid.”
❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜ - @remnantbound
Ashe stopped, looking over at the other with a wrinkle of her brow. She let her posture untense, shoulders drooping.
“Glad to be the first, kid.”
First were important, they made an impression. Ashe had a lot of firsts with someone, and strived to be the firsts for him as well. To be better than the past, be worth looking forward for things to be better. She rested a hand on the top of her head, and ruffled Cass’ hair. “Friends are good to have, always make friends.”
calisunshinereyes:
“ As always.”
Gabriel muses over his twin shotguns. Their familiar weight and the great dragons roar of their blast. Their strength and power- He disregards them. He does not have the mind to handle the pain of the recoil tonight. Instead he selects an aggressively efficient looking Sig Sauer M18 from its padded wood case with a fond flicker in his eyes. Checking its loaded mag and taking the two others out of the case. Fingers flicking over it, checking the slide and grip and the sights before he collects his gun care kit. Then he saunters to the table nearest the lockers after locking up. Unrolling his mat and laying everything out. Then he taps on the wall to lock the range to just them. No interruptions tonight. Activating the sound barriers on the entry and exit points. Humming as he debates over the various hologram options. Smiling as he picks a ‘joke’ option. The old western style saloon perfect for a friendly competition with its various hiding places and shadowy edges. He splits open his pistol and begins to clean it out of habit,” One minute. Most points wins. Headshots and heart shots as always give the most points with added points for creativity. Perfect Kidney and/or Eye shots tonight are the wild card points.” Smile amused as he begins to assemble it again once he’s sure its field ready. A matter of seconds really it feels like to disassemble and reassemble. Ah he loved the old fashion Sig. He should start carrying it on his thigh holster really. It or his Colt. A thought for another time. Slapping a mag into the butt,” So. Sound fair?”
Ashe had always been an excellent shot. Excelled at almost the same rate as Cassidy, they were deadly force when they were together. The cowboys moved in a sync that was only after years of problem solving and training. But she had yet to outshoot Reyes and the colt. It always confused her why he didn’t use precision weapons more often. The shotguns were effective, but not deadly at a distance. They left him a weakness. But he didn’t. He didn’t need to. He beat her with that colt every time. She lowered her weapon after the clock dinged to let them know the minute was up and Ashe exhale a breath that she had almost been holding the entire time. Standing up a little straighter, rolling her shoulders to get the kinks out of it. She let the viper sit against the wall as she boosted herself over to count their tallies. A soft exhale leaving her lips. “Guess you won again.” she muttered with a defeated sigh, “Winner gets to pick dinner.”
shouga-nai:
@burnlaws said: 55!!
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🎵 #55 Freaking Out || Mystery Skulls
Try as he might to maintain his usual nonchalant composure, the perturbed look in his eyes alone betrayed him.
Never did he expect for things to go this way, not when he was dragged all the way to the other side of the globe to accompany his father on a ‘business trip’. As fate would have it, he came across her. There was talk about a certain organization dealing with illicit weaponry, enough to gain the Shimada clan’s attention and interest to trade.
Quite the breath of fresh air, she was. Certainly different from those tycoons they were to rub shoulders with, and even those he called friends back at home, whose presence honestly only gave him a strange sense of emptiness sometimes – that unreasonable apprehension leading him to believe that they only stuck around him for clout.
But Ashe… how could he explain it? Despite only having encountered briefly, she felt… real. He didn’t think he’d ever met someone quite like her. So when Genji proposed to handle the trade personally, Sojiro was left pleasantly surprised. Well, the man could think whatever he liked this time, as long as he could sate his own curiosity. Because who was he kidding? Deep down he was afraid he’d lose that spark of connection otherwise… that longing for meaning.
“‘Deadlock’, huh? I should hope your reputation precedes you.”
She was wearing full leathers today, spurs with snakes and skulls on them made of silver and sharpened. If she wanted to, probably could do some damage if she really applied herself. She would complain about how this outfit was a little too hot for the sun beatin’ down of the road to the base. Having Mister Shimada meet her a little ways away from it so they could walk the short distance back. And yeah, she was hot.
But this was good for them.
Put them on an international map, imagining her parents gawking when she talked to the Yakuza family leaders, this was real business. Dangerous, with a lot to lose but so, so much to gain. She felt she made an impression. She wasn't exactly what people expected when they thought of Deadlock. Stark white hair, burning artificial red eyes, skin as pale as paper, and a devil’s smile. And if this was your first time hearin’ of her, people tended to believe it was Cassidy that ran the show, and that made him laugh every time. She made sure they were set up, close by, well guarded and cared for. She was a little old fashion, and to her parents credit they gave her the skills to wine and dine, hospitality.
Shook their hands. Never looked away.
“What do I call you?” She wasn’t bad with names she just wasn’t sure if she’d insult him by calling him Genji. But it was clear that she called everyone by their last name. Mister Delaware, Mister Bez, though it wasn’t clear to them. She called his father Mister Shimada, and had referred to Genji as such until now. “Mister Shimada just don’t suit you.” she stood in front of the big metal door in the side of the cliffside.
calisunshinereyes:
“ Doc Z can’t do anything…” He sips at the toddy. Savoring the warmth on his tongue even if he can’t quite feel it between his palms. The little heat is better than none. Then he laughs weak and rasping,” Because its in my DNA Ashe. Always read the fine print, because being a super human soldier? Fucking sucks.” Maybe a bit of honey would make the sweetness go down? Hah. Since when did he get anything sweet really?
The Toddy makes him feel cared about, in Ashe’s own round about slightly biting way. She’s a beauty, but she wants the whole world to know she’s tough enough to survive instead of admire her for her money or looks. He can respect that, has respected that since he found out Deadlock was founded by a pair of teenagers with more guts and brains then most basic military outfits. The whiskey at least causes a tiny bite. He can’t get drunk but its a nice gesture.
Ashe’s gaze narrowed at him, toward the way his chest rose and fell when he rasped. Looking for anything familiar, any piece of a puzzle that he didn’t want to tell her. She didn’t even know if she should sit here. Instinct told her to leave, he was sick, he didn’t need someone giving him more of a headache. And why? He’s your boss. Not your-
“I heard they made soldiers for the war,
but I didn’t think they meant literally.”
Clearly it made more sense now. A literal one. Gabe suffering some long term effects to DNA? Genetics? “Moira?” she offered witha wrinkle of her nose. It wasn’t just Moira’s fault that Ashe and she butted heads/ Ashe had a hard time connecting with people. Moira and Ashe pushed one another’s buttons. But a geneticist would know.
“Or you just gonna sit there and be miserable?”
remnantbound:
@burnlaws : ❛ is now a bad time ? ❜
“N͏̢͏̶O͟͜͜͞-! n-n- no. i j-just…”
for someone who didn’t sleep much, those daydreams can be one hell of a nightmare. it felt… way too real. then again, reality has been questionable for her as of late. cassidy visibly shudders, trying to keep her body as still as possible. she doesn’t want to turn around, for the other to see her remnant-colored tears, a dark purple, if not completely black liquid that was absolutely not normal.
then again, she wasn’t normal, none of this was.
“i… i’ll be w̕ith̛ you͜ in a second, j-j-just need to ẃake͢ ̢u̴p first.”
yeah, wake up, that’s what she’ll call it. whatever time it was didn’t matter, she just needed time to regain her composure before even thinking about talking to anyone, no matter how important it is. the phantom refuses to be seen as vulnerable, or weak in any capacity. not again, never again.
Arms crossed over her chest and eyes narrowed at the wooden door she was talking to. Her voice carried in the cave system, so Cas could have heard her hollering as she approached and the call back was heard just as fine but as she came up to the door Cass wasn’t there to meet her. She raised a hand, quieter this time because she wasn’t hollering.
“Kid you fall asleep or somethin?”
She kicked the bottom of the door with her boot, “Bob ain’t gonna wait for you, lets go.”