day after day, alone on a hill, the man with a foolish grin is keeping perfectly still. nobody wants to know him; they can see that he’s just a fool. and he never gives an answer, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round —
and nobody seems to like him; they can tell what he wants to do. and he never shows his feelings, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.
original character based off of paul mccartney/the beatles’ “fool on the hill.”
compliant to the song, semi-exclusive, open to rping with any fandom and character, with human / deity verses present as well!
as loved by a huge fan of the beatles, chrissi. 23. they/them.
@hpytrails sent: UNZIP! ( for mercy or sally, your choice. ♡ )
sender unzips/unbuttons receiver’s dress/shirt - s l o w l y
‘ is this going to be a full cavity search, constable? ‘ her eyes remained trained ahead on the artwork on her walls rather than turn to face him as his hands roamed down her dress. without her mask and her hat, she almost felt naked already, but she wouldn’t mind to feel a little more of that. however, he was going to have to pick up the pace.
the minute the zipper reached the curve of her rear and slid off to her ankles, she turned to face him. her hand already reached for the hat, pulling it off with an audible swish. ‘ did you bring any handcuffs? ‘
to see that their relationship get this far would be impossible. surely, the two were just friends a couple weeks ago. but perhaps tensions between them were too high, or perhaps a little bit of stress relief was in order. after all, they could hardly keep their eyes off one another. and after a long day of chatting, touching, and a little too much intimacy, kicking the desire in the knees would be the best way to push it down. destroying it ultimately, and to have all doubts of each other dissipate.
seeing the zipper fall off was an excitement for mccree as well as the other. teasing was the man’s strongsuit, even if it was outside of the sheets. or perhaps the couch, since this is getting frisky much too quickly. stepping upstairs to the bedroom was impractical with how adamant they had become. plus, sally insisted for some odd reason that they stay downstairs. either way, the stetson happily obliged. after all, making love is simply just that.
a chuckle as the zipper reaches her bottom. watching her skin become bare, nothing but undergarments covering her brought back visceral feeling. it was last stored away somewhere, lost as joy chipped away at his memory. jesse could hardly remember what this felt like.
hands are about to extend -- reach out and tip-toe along her back. blessing both of them with more teasing would only make the climax all the more worth it. but soon she twists around and snatches that lovely hat of his away; her clever naughtiness makes the break of the wind hardly audible.
“ heh heh. handcuffs? now... why didn’t i think of that... “ the stetson steps close, grabbing the hat from her and tossing it aside on the ground. their bodies touch, her skin pressing up against his warm, red coat. despite the cloth covering him and the mere inches that it kept them from being intertwined, an effort is still made to push closer. body waves back and forth ever so slowly against her, trying desperately to rub and grind against all her sensitive, pleasurable parts. “ from what i hear, the other bobbies say ya got plenty of that stuff. after all, yer the one with the membership to the whore house. heh heh. “
hand, still gloved, reaches down her knickers. it slides just as agonizing, tracing further down and down until lips are met and finger slips through. it shifts around, discovering her, learning her, pleasuring her. flicking at all parts and tracing the rest. it speeds up here, slows down there, poking at holes and pressing on bumps.
“ so, if ya want ‘em... “ finger now shoves in, wobbling around against her walls. it twirls, still exploring and learning. “ you best get them out for me, miss felon. heh heh. “
"the other side" by hugh jackson, y'know the musical-like song? it reminds me of mccree's situation. i can see the commander / white bobby taking him in and trying to convince him it's so much better than his gang life sodheof
His handshake was firm, and warm, and it helped steady her a bit in this unsteady situation. Her eyes scanned his face and found it sincere, if a little scruffy. “Jesse McCree,” she repeated, allowing herself to smile a half-grin in spite of her nervousness.
She raised an eyebrow at his nickname. “The stetson, I assume, because of…” Her hand gestured vaguely at the huge hat he was wearing. “You must be the only one in town who wears a stetson if that’s your nickname. Now tell me about the woman whose place I barged into, here?” @hpytrails
a confirming smirk and wink at the woman. her assumptions were correct!
she wasn’t meant to be here; belonging wasn’t keen on her senses around this place, as anxiety was in current control. yet ever still she tried her best. mccree enjoyed that about her. she kept her wits up, despite the world that affected her. admirable. likeable.
“ an easy guess? “ a chuckle from the man. he enjoyed the nickname! much better than most husbands of wellettes and other, less-powerful bobbies would call him. a shrug responds to himself, trying to add to the comedic timing of his sarcastic wit. “ but about my friend -- she’s a scientist. worked real hard on building that there portal ya just fell out of. she’s not a bad woman, at least... i didn’t think so. ‘til this happened. she didn’t seem like the type to sacrifice someone for her own good... “
“ he’s that constable one of the commander’s recruited. used to be a ploughboy. he’s a little out there. lately though, word has it he’s been sneaking around places he isn’t meant to be stationed. quite suspicious, don’t you think? i say we investigate what he’s on about. “
“ ahah! hahah! you must be crazy. you wanna get on the commander’s bad side?! no, we should let him be. there’s no way a high-ranking officer would parade around as a vigilante. he’d be a lunatic to become a downer. “
we happy few based jesse mccree. written by chrissi.
promo based off this commercial.
art made by @royalmuses!!
the two had met at a bar. drinking together, they found themselves as clicking friends right off the bat. they shared laughs, told stories, even exchanged some secrets. but now the night grows grim, as the venting from one another began. mccree wouldn’t blame the booze by any means -- the mood had been set already as their conversation carried on.
“ what about them specific people. you know, the ones who gain the world but... they’re losin’ their soul in the process. “ a sigh. brown gaze is shifted to virote, and that smooth cockiness is gone. the stetson had known too many people from the gang who went through that same fate. lucky for him, his mindset changed. “ they don’t know. and they can’t see. ya don’t seem like one of them... are ya? “
the other was a new bloke. the stetson could tell, what from the lost and confused expression. if not new, at least so off the high, flying in the sky on joy. might as well make him settled in as much as he could.
“ well, since you’re around, why don’t you go to the show tonight? for the benefit of mr. kite, they’re puttin’ on a show tonight. at bishop’s gate. “ a nod. the constable extends his arm to hand out a single ticket to the other. “ the hendersons will be there, dancin’ and singin’, all while mr. kite himself flies through the ring; you oughta make sure ya get there on time. “
