me: lets make a new rp blog lets WRITE SHIT fuck YEAH
me, two weeks later: oh fuck that rp blog--
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me: lets make a new rp blog lets WRITE SHIT fuck YEAH
me, two weeks later: oh fuck that rp blog--
i'm going to try and get to the stuff in my drafts in the next couple of days but i'm just gonna. reiterate that this blog is gonna be hella slow.
i've been playing junkenstein endless p much since i got home today gfhdgnfdn GOD the skins this year are so good.
also my tiny mchanzo heart is Thriving because of One tiny scrap of shipper fuel which is they have the same voice line ghfdngfdn
i was gonna respond to stuff today and then i realized i had to write an entire lab report before tomorrow so uh. yeah.
i might still respond to stuff tonight?? we'll see.
— 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍
𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐍
*dabs in* i'm gonna get to some responses soon (either tonight or tomorrow morning), i hope some of y'all don't mind if i turn some asks into threads :0
D R A G O N S
me: i don't need another rp blog i've got enough.
me to me: make a sombra blog you coward.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍
exclusively from my favorite songs lmao feel free to change lines to make them appropriate / specify for multimuses
‘ i may have punched him. it’s a blur. ’
‘ he looked at me like i was stupid, i’m not stupid.’
‘ talk less. smile more. ’
‘ fools who run their mouths off wind up dead. ’
‘ if you stand for nothing, what’ll you fall for? ’
‘ i will lay down my life if it sets us free. ’
‘ if you talk, you’re gonna get shot! ’
‘ i’ve never had a group of friends before. ’
‘ i imagine death so much it feels like a memory. ’
‘ it’s hard to listen to you with a straight face. ’
‘ chaos and bloodshed already haunt us. ’
‘ honestly, you shouldn’t even talk. ’
‘ i’d rather be divisive than indecisive. ’
‘ dying is easy. living is harder. ’
‘ i just might regret that night for the rest of my days. ’
‘ i’ll never forget the first time i saw your face. ’
‘ i know my sister/brother/sibling like i know my own mind. ’
‘ love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ’
‘ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ’
‘ pick a place to die. ’
‘ pray that hell or heaven lets you in. ’
‘ should’ve shot him/her/them in the mouth, that would’ve shut ‘em up. ’
‘ they take your name and they rake it through the mud. ’
‘ i am more than willing to die! ’
‘ i need you alive! ’
‘ the fact that you’re alive is a miracle. ’
‘ history has its eyes on you. ’
‘ you have no control over who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ’
‘ if this is the end of me, at least i have a friend with me. ’
‘ it’s much harder when it’s all your call. ’
‘ don’t come crawling back to me. ’
‘ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ’
‘ for once in your life, take a stand! ’
ok i'm done for now but i might write some more tonight!
@rvolvd | mutuals only sc
Hanzo does not consider himself a necessarily kind man. Perhaps... honest, and righteous, but not kind. And with the local faux cowboy, there is no exception.
McCree is... infuriating. Hanzo cannot stop thinking about him, which is even more infuriating. His traitorous mind continues to travel back to the gunslinger and his cocky, confident smile and swagger, his flirtatious attitude, and how irritating it all is.
Hanzo's lip curls, and an arrow pierces the center of one of the targets he'd dragged up onto the cliff. He climbs up further, synthetic soles finding purchase on stones that regular feet wouldn't be able to grip, perching on the edge of an outcropping to fire down at the next target. Slightly off-center, but still close. He notches a scatter arrow into his bow.
As if to make his day worse, the cowboy himself comes into view around the corner of the path that the targets are placed on. The archer huffs in annoyance, slipping the scatter arrow back into his quiver. He may dislike the gunslinger, but he does not feel like shooting him today. At least not yet.
Opting to not engage in conversation just yet, he remains perched on the cliffside, peering down at McCree through narrowed eyes.
@mekabound | mutuals only sc
A quiet day at the Watchpoint is rare, but the resident Overwatch agents are taking full advantage of it while it's there. Hanzo finds himself in the training range twenty minutes before he'd planned on meeting Hana there, taking the opportunity to warm up. He hits the bullseye of each target.
How the girl managed to talk him into giving her archery lessons, he has no idea. She's quite the aggressive arguer. They're on the third one, now.
A scatter arrow pierces one of the automated bots, the ricocheting shards scraping up the surrounding ones. Hanzo retrieves his arrows from the targets, before yanking the scatter arrow from the bot's head and clicking the button on the side of the arrow's shaft, the scatter shards whizzing through the air and taking their place around the arrowhead once more.
Just as he's finished cleaning up after his own shots, the automatic doors beep and open, and he slings Storm Bow over his back as Hana enters the training range. "Good morning. It has been a while since our last lesson, I hope you remember everything I've taught."
okok i'm finally getting around to the rest of those starters hgfdngdfn
psssst if anyone wants to play overwatch sometime just dm me for my battletag :0
@xmisericors | mutuals only sc
Hanzo is not thrilled to be in medbay. He never is, it's an inconvenience, he does not like to be out of order. He prefers being fully capable, all of his abilities intact and at their peak. He does not use the word hate lightly, but in these situations, it applies.
Grumbling, bed-ridden, he stretches out across the white sheets, sterile white walls burning the back of his eyes every time he closes them. Bright fluorescent lights blind him every time he glances towards the ceiling.
The pain isn't as bad as it was the day before, though that may be contributed to the painkillers and the healing technology that's been pumped into him.
A necessary evil, he supposes as he peers down towards his legs. The last mission had... not gone well for him. There had been an awful lot of surgery to fix the legs and reconnect the artificial nerves to the organic ones. They're still a bit twitchy and painful, but Mercy -- Angela -- had said that once they healed properly the malfunctions and the pain would cease.
Speaking of Overwatch's resident angel, Hanzo glances up as the automatic doors to Medbay 2 open, brow furrowing as Mercy enters.