"You know what time it is."

Deadeye isnt just a thing I do. Goes all the way back to the first McCree that settled int he States in the 18th. Good story if you ever wanna hear it~ ((Indie Jesse McCree from Overwatch. Please read Rules before interacting. Written by Crow.))

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Reblog if you're willing to do fairly violent RPs

Y'know, just in case I feel the need to bust some heads.

[mamamccree]

❛ isn’t it weird how that became a scandalous thing? ❜

John Mulaney Prompts

“What? Running the Brothel?  It was one of the first businesses women could run on their own so to speak and men didn’t like that. So yea, Patriarchal power-hungry bullshit and all that” She waves a hand.

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mamamccree‌:

His laugh pulls her back, and she stares at him a second before she starts chuckling herself, a short, tired, realization laugh. “Twice Cursed. Who the fuck fucked up in our past? I wanna kick his ass” her smile crinkles her eyes.

“Pro’lly the same one that passed this down.” He says, tapping under his right eye. “Spirits dont give things out fer free.”

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@khthonicangel

“Be straight with me Ange. Am I still handsome?”

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Starter Call

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"Can I borrow your hat for a photo shoot?"

“Depends. Ya gonna bring her back same as ya took her?”

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dva-with-the-score‌:

“Japan’s pretty good at having flavoured stuff like that. I like the peach flavours better though! I’ll have to get you something peach-flavoured sometime.” 

“Hey, I’d be down to try’em.”

[mamamccree]

❛ isn’t it weird how that became a scandalous thing? ❜

John Mulaney Prompts

“What? Running the Brothel?  It was one of the first businesses women could run on their own so to speak and men didn’t like that. So yea, Patriarchal power-hungry bullshit and all that” She waves a hand.

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mamamccree‌:

She gives him a stern look before lowering her head in chuckles. “Nahhh hon, wasn’t my first choice… But those in it weren’t being treated right, so I had to step up and do somethin.” Her lips thin as her eyes grow a bit distant, thinking about the whole mess.

He laughs, soft and short and almost cynical. “Well. I know where I got it then.” Lord only knows how often he put himself in the line of fire for people he doesnt even know. The bad guy playing at being good.

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Got all my drafts and asks out. Gonna take a nap and pop back on later so if you want something u can like this or send me a thing.

[mamamccree]

❛ isn’t it weird how that became a scandalous thing? ❜

John Mulaney Prompts

“What? Running the Brothel?  It was one of the first businesses women could run on their own so to speak and men didn’t like that. So yea, Patriarchal power-hungry bullshit and all that” She waves a hand.

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Jesse chuckles a bit nervously. “Nah I mean...well, yeah that but just...weird thinkin’ ‘bout YOU runnin’ it is all.” And suddenly this was super fucking awkward. “That came out wrong.”

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wingedangela‌:

it was easy to get lost in that reverie. the grief wouldn’t allow itself to heal. maybe the rest of them could move on from the collapse of overwatch, but the ones they lost along the way couldn’t be stomached. when one of them was a literal ghost… it made things complicated. they were all former parts of themselves, going through the motions.

“listening.”

Jesse takes a deep breath and sighs. This got too deep too fast and he was actively trying NOT to do that. Especially to Angela. He couldnt even imagine what was happening in her head having to be an active part in.....what they were speaking off.

“You...wanna go get a drink? Fer old times sake.”

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dva-with-the-score‌:

“Isn’t that the usual though? Are those even good? Like do they taste good?” 

“They can. It’s an acquired taste though, Conejita. I do remember havin some in Japan that tasted like strawberries.”

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"What a story!" (Also I just want you to know that I adored that story??? Like, A+, 10/10 it was perfect)

“Ain’t it though? Love tellin it ta be honest.”

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wingedangela‌:

“it’s… what it is.” she makes herself seem busy for the moment, before giving up on the facade and sighing. “you’re not the only one who feels that way, jesse. gabriel didn’t deserve to become that thing. he deserved a proper death.” would he be horrified at the thing he became, or would he laugh about it, only to joke about taking him down? it was hard to tell, and now, none of them would ever know. how badly they wanted to turn the clock and have one last conversation with him. but what could she say? she had apologized to everyone a hundred times. 

Jesse takes a breath, his shoulders sagging a bit along with his spirit. “Yeah. He deserved a lot.” From him too. There wasnt a day that went by that he didnt feel the crushing guilt from leaving. He should have stayed. Should have listened to his mentor, his goddamn friend, when he was saying something was wrong. But no, he followed his gut and left. 

He lived. His only father figure didnt. 

“Listen, Ange....” 

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dva-with-the-score‌:

“Hey, cowboy!” The young pilot chimed. “Just thought I’d come see what you were up to.” 

“Not much. Just stretch’n my legs and goin’ out fer a smoke.”

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thexdragonxbecomesxme‌:

Genji takes it as an invitation to move in closer so they’re practically cuddling. “And most of the time you were a loud, reckless cowboy who wasn’t afraid if a snake bit him,” he teases right back. 

He hums softly. “Probably,” he says after a moment, “sometimes he looks at me as if I’m a ghost, or a wandering demon.”

“Heh. Only if the snake was green.” He can still remember the first time he met Soba. Still feel it sometimes too. But even that was a more endearing memory now.

Jesse shrugs. “I mean, ya did lay waste to them Shimada’s at one point. Maybe he’s just waiting fer the other shoe to drop. Or he’s just in denial. Either or.”

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thexdragonxbecomesxme‌:

Genji turns onto his side, cradling his head on his arm as he looks into Jesse’s eyes, his own honey brown ones searching for a moment before he smiles brilliantly. 

“You know,” he says softly, “I really appreciate that. And you’re right, we probably should…but he barely wants anything to do with me. I’m scared of pushing it too hard with my brother.”

He moves to huddle a little closer, like they’re school boys telling secrets and not men in their thirties. “You really are the first real friend I’ve ever had, Jesse,” he says quietly, smiling at him, “you know…for all the terrible things my brother did he really gave me one gift…if all that hadn’t happened, I never would have met you.”

The cowboy smiles a bit and, emboldened, rests a hand on Genji’s hip. Light in case Genji didnt like it and wanted to move away. “Glad I met ya too. Even if most of that time was just edgy, angsty you.” Jesse laughs. 

“Ah think though...maybe he’s afraid of ya. Know I would be if I met kin that was suppose to be six feet under.”