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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔
#𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐌. an independent, private, largely headcanon based 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈 "𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚈𝙴" 𝙷𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚂, 𝙰.𝙺.𝙰. 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈 from blizzard entertainment’s 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷 franchise. as penned by 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 ( he/him, 18+, EST ) and containing mature themes such as blood / violence, gun violence, body horror, amputation, organized crime, etc. READ RULES BEFORE INTERACTING.
CARRD. PINTEREST BOARD. SPOTIFY PLAYLIST.
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considers adding 98342904 ovw muses to my multi
rlly loving that one cass moira interaction where shes like LOL NO THOUGHTS HEAD EMPTY AS ALWAYS CASSIDY
also! i have decided i will in fact rewrite my bio Again. expressly for a few reasons:
- Cass’ parentage. i’ve brought this up before but in my cringiest /j move yet i am gonna make league’s TF and Graves my Cass’ parents. because its funny and the story beats i originally outlined with my current draft of the bio are all still there. the 3 sisters i gave him are getting retconned But he will still have an older sister in the form of Miss Fortune (i’ll explain i promise itll all make sense eventually) because my bf and a friend of ours have huge massive brains and its great. this virtually doesn’t change much a la the current timeline, it’s more just amusing to me as a concept.
(also conversely i do also write Graves hence why i’m coming to this at all and that blog is @/endlines if you’d like to see him also)
- i want Cass to have been present for the Swiss HQ event. not in the sense that he was in on it or knew anything from Gabe’s or 76′s perspective, but he was there and thusly lost his arm and his eye, and then resigned. i’d originally drafted this up as he lost the arm/eye in a Deadlock altercation after he’d resigned from Blackwatch After the Swiss HQ thing but that’s never really sat well, since like. the Ashe release. so this just makes it more cohesive and a little less of a Thing for Ashe writers to consider.
i will get around to actually Doing this hopefully this week. :]
that one line between doomfist and cass is Getting Me bc i really like that we are finally acknowledging how much overwatch fucked cass over
tosses Cassidy around in my mouth like a chew toy
𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.
a selective / private roleplay blog for cassidy "deadeye" hayes, AKA cole cassidy, of blizzard's overwatch / overwatch 2 franchise. by gaunter ( he / him, 18+, EST )
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hello would u all hate me if i rebranded cassidy into a tfgraves fan kid but like For Real
oh god dammit i have to make a new promo with the new name dont i
𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐎·:
𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 with a simple request, unaware that one mere task would turn into a great many more. His brother called upon him in his time of need, and how he felt a sense of duty, responsibility to assist him. A recon mission, nothing more. A lie- something the sparrow was always far too good at, pulling him into a great many missions he knew Genji could not complete alone. Days to weeks- and weeks to months, a sense of longing for the one he could not have began to spread. Akin to a slow spreading poison, shot through the heart and spreading like blood through a thick wool- the ache for his lover felt worse than any physical wounds he gained in his time away.
It was only his love that could mend this pain, and felt a sense of relief in knowing that for once he was not needed. Dismissed, on a temporary leave after a moment of vulnerability left him limping from a bullet that had scathed him from his recent mission in Nepal. It gave him time to practice and reflect, but more importantly be back in his lover’s arms once again. To think that even with his back to him, he would simply know him blind. The way the scent of a cigarillo cigar lingered on everything he wore- the heavy footfalls and jingling of spurs always announcing his presence without needing to say a word. Eyes closed, and with a rise and fall of his chest, he felt him slot so perfectly into place.
“HM….” He hadn’t told him of his return, knowing his role within Overwatch was one too great to tear him away from. It was not his place to cause distraction, hence why he retired to their shared quarters for the evening without an announcement or word. Of course he’d find out eventually, the tone in his voice leaving a warmth spreading throughout his chest, soothing the ache that began to dwindle and fade away just being close to him again.
“Cassidy… my darling.” To think, once there was a time he may have curled his lip in disgust at such pet names, but now welcomed them, didn’t recoil from his touch or shy from contact any longer. He craved him, causing him to turn in his arms to face him, fingers lost in a mess of wild hair as he spoke. “Surely you were busy enough, my company would have merely been a distraction to your work...” A tease, as if he was capable of being one. He knew well it was no excuse to keep them apart.
“It felt far too long, being apart from you. Such a length of time I don’t care to experience again.” His eyes turned soft then, the natural intensity of his gaze softening, as the hint of a smile seemed like it could form on his lips. “Tell me all that’s gone on while I’ve been away… what trouble you’ve gotten into.”
𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐒 more daunting than he remembers. in the Deadlock gang, where his word had been law, the pressure was not nearly the same; he did not wake every day with the weight of lives pulling at his shoulders, or the knowledge that his decisions could get all that mattered to him killed. maybe he was too SELFISH to think about it then ― maybe he’s finally grown up. it isn’t such a comforting thought now, as he feels the world uncomfortably settling in the curve of his back, but he thinks it nonetheless.
the words my darling dip so gently into his head and pull him out of his thoughts, heart fluttering in his chest like it does every single time. two words with so much power, perhaps now more than ever; Cassidy longs not to be a leader or a HERO here, in his lover’s arms. instead he remains one of his ever few constants: your darling, his darling. a smile pulls at his lips as he hugs the other close, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and drinking in every ounce of him.
❝ a welcome distraction, i reckon. HATE when you’re gone that long. ❞ comes soft hum, hazel eyes closing for but a moment, sighing softly in a chuckle. it’s the truth; his world is always brighter when Hanzo is in it, regardless of the circumstances. if not that Genji were his brother, Cassidy might have loathed him for stealing him away for so long. nonetheless, gunslinger huffs gently. ❝ NEW BLOODS ‘re keepin’ me on my toes. lotsa trainin’, takin’ ‘em on missions is like herdin’ cats, but … they’re learnin’. they’re all itchin’ to get out there, ‘n honestly, so am i … ❞
Cassidy gives a momentary pause, pulling back to regard him in full once more. brow furrows slightly, flesh hand raising to caress gently at the archer’s cheek, slight frown tugging at the corner of his lips. ❝ … but Genji said ya got HURT at the debrief. you’ve been to see Angie already, right ?? nothin’ too bad i hope ?? ❞
# 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑 . | independent & highly selective 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀 from Blizzard’s 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 . heavily headcanon based. low activity. written by grandpa | 27 | they/them. est. august 20th, 2016. * 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃. |
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pls welcome mr. Cassidy Hazel “Deadeye” Hayes
(im changing his name Again.)
# 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑 . | independent & highly selective 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀 from Blizzard’s 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 . heavily headcanon based. low activity. written by grandpa | 27 | they/them. est. august 20th, 2016. * 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃. |
oh also as i crawl out of my grave i do want to admit
the name cassidy has grown on me
grips @tomourn by the scruff
𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 like it’s been forever since it’s been just them; the world has needed them both, in all of its greed and wanting. such need will never end, Jesse knows, because it is CRUEL and no one nowhere is ever devoid of needing help. but he tries to push the growing distress in the sentiment aside. there isn’t time ― not now, having finally been spared a moment alone with HIS world ... and the sun, and maybe even the stars, too.
❝ Hanzo, ❞ comes soft murmur like a prayer as he approaches, strong arms winding tight around the archer’s middle from behind. the relaxation he feels in the other’s presence is immediate, shoulders sagging as if RELIEVED from an immense weight. Jesse’s lips press to his temple and he sighs with tangible joy, tired as he may be. ❝ honeybee … i missed you, so much. ❞
pspspsps like for smth from jesse mayhaps
