Guess who finished the last paper of the summer semester with literally 5 minutes to spare before the deadline?! This guy. Right here.
noise dept.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
The Stonewall Inn
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todays bird
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Keni

shark vs the universe
Cosmic Funnies

if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
RMH
Mike Driver

bliss lane

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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@imthequickyourethedead
Guess who finished the last paper of the summer semester with literally 5 minutes to spare before the deadline?! This guy. Right here.
Mcbruh & Sombruh Comics
For a long time I wanted to draw a comic for training. And Overwatch really inspired me.
I hope you like it! :3
idea from video “Mcbruh & Sombruh get a drink… bruh” by Hispanglosaxon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44bA552Nr5A
OOC: Sorry I’ve been quiet, I know I owe replies, but I got yet another major paper and I’ve been working on it all week. I’ll try to be more active starting monday!
imthequickyourethedead started following you
Genji actually rather liked watching McCree shoot these days. He hadn’t appreciated the skill it took to hands a gun that large back in Blackwatch, but now it was fascinating. Peacekeeper was a beautiful weapon and Genji could appreciate aesthetics.
“How does that not break your wrist?” he asked, perched up high to watch Jesse hit his target, “you hold it one handed, it is a very powerful gun and you aren’t using your prosthetic.”
Lowering his revolver, the cowboy turned to his former blackwatch companion and smirked. “Do ya break your wrists every time your blade strikes someone? No, cause it’s just an extension of your arm, right? That’s how this revolver is to me. Pulling the trigger’s damn well as natural as breathing.”
Rolling his shoulders, he continued. “Sides, can’t hold it two handed when yer riding a motorcycle, now can you?”
Genji chuckled at that. “My blade does not have the kickback of a full grown horse, I am not an anime character,” he teased but nodded his understanding, hopping down to come up by McCree and look over the weapon. Perhaps it was because he was shorter than the man himself that made Peacekeeper look so huge.
“I have never seen you on a motorcycle,” he said blandly, “since when have you been riding motorcycles? If you weren’t yelling “yee-haw” and popping wheelies I will be disappointed in you, Yankee-san.”
“You ain’t… now what in the sam hell are ya talking about, Genji. There not enough Cpu in that head of yours??” Mccree teased, as he spun his revolver around and holstered it. “Been riding since before I ever showed up at Blackwatch! And you bet my star-spangled ass i give a good ol’ yee-haw before outrunnin the cops.”
“also, you sure you ain’t one of them ‘animes’ characters? Cause you got green hair.”
“And you never gave me a ride?” Genji gasped, pressing his hands over his heart, “I am deeply wounded, Jesse McCree! Never once had me on the back of your bike? I feel as though I missed out on a large part of our friendship!” He laughed a little, humming.
“I dye my hair that color,” he said, “but you would totally own my action figure.”
“Only if it had chopping Kong-fu action and grip.” Mccree laughed, shaking his head.
“And the fuck you mean I ain’t ever told you about the bike? Reyes picked me up after they took down Deadlock, a BIKER gang! Come on, you got to be shitting me on the not knowing I ride a classic 2055 Harley chopper with a supped up 2500 cc engine!”
“I’d be insulted if it didn’t have that and I’d have to talk to my marketing department.”
And Genji just shrugged. “You never mentioned this mythical bike before. Not once. Not like anyone showed me pictures or that I was overly interested at the time. But you definitely need to take me on a motorcycle ride now.”
Mccree chuckled and nodded. “One day. Though don’t expect me to give ya the handlebars! Even though you probably had some bikes back in Japan, a chopper ain’t no little crotch rocket that turns on a dime! She’s a beast in her own right, and only the worthy can handle her.”
Please reblog this if you are okay with multiple threads at a time!
Closed Starter
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“Open road, hm. Lots of that where I come from. You can watch storms come for miles.” She sighed, a hint of regret in her voice with the statement. She brushed a loose strand of crimson hair back.
“Hey, want to step outside with me for a sec?” She asked, fiddling with a pocket before putting something in the chest pocket of the plaid shirt she had over her tank top.Furrowing his brow, he shrugs.
“Yeah sure, I’ll bite. What do ya got in mind?” Getting to his feet with his whiskey in one hand, he offered her the other to help her back onto her feet.
She took his hand, standing up and stretching. She yawned softly. “I’m going to explore. Could you give me an unoffical tour?” She asked.
“Also, do you mind smoking?” She asked a bit quieter.
“Sure, i’ll happily give ya a tour.” Taking a puff of his cigar, he stops when he hears her question. Furrowing his brow, a bit confused, he looks at his cigar then back at her.
“What’s the matter?” He asked, not angrily, just confused. “Not a fan of smoke?”
She took a moment, noticing how she phraised the question. “Oh no, I’m asking if it’s okay for me to have a smoke. I dunno. Some people don’t like it cause of my age, although I am the legal age.” She re-said her thought.
She showed the cigarette she had in her pocket. “Are we allowed to smoke in here too?”
Was she allowed to? Unable to help but chcukle and shake his head, he puts the cigar back between his teeth. “I don’t give a rats ass if ya smoke or not. Everyone’s got their vices, hell Lord knows I got more than my fair share.” Taking a slow drag, he blew out smoke as he began to speak again. “Just never been a fan of cigs to be honest, but we all got our poison. Go for it!”
New School
[ continued from x ]
Hana looked down at herself when McCree made mention of her suit. It took some serious restraint not to immediately question his judgement- she looked great in this suit!- but she knew when certain conversations were better off saved for a different time. It reminded her of the all the prodding, talking, and persuading she had to do to convince the Korean military to let her dress up her MEKA the way she wanted. She figured Overwatch would be the same way about something, somewhere down the line.
As he continued with his warnings in regards to the baddies they’d be facing, she was unaffected. Although their crimes and methods were certainly their own story, she was certain she’d faced bigger threats already.
“I mean, maybe I’d take all those suggestions a bit more seriously if I didn’t have a giant MEKA I could use at the press of a button.” she replied with callous indifference, alongside a flare of arrogance; “Do you really think these guys are even remotely capable of keeping up with me?”
Oh she was cocky. Thought she could take on the whole world and wasn’t afraid to flaunt her abilities. It was almost like looking into a mirror, except instead of looking at a younger, 17 year old Mexican-American wannabe cowboy plucked form a biker gang, it was a 19 year old Korean gal who had been playing video games most the flight. Shaking his head, he chuckles and says under his breath. “So that must’ve been how the boss felt all them years ago....”
How Reyes had managed to put up with Mccree during his younger years still managed to confuse the hell out of him. Though how everything would go down later....
“Well, look. I know you’re good at what ya do, but fighting humans aint the same as a giant robot.” Mccree straightened, taking the cigar out of his mouth so she could hear him clearly. “For one, they’re smaller, faster, and honestly, a helluva lot more dangerous. Cause while that omnic ya fight is clearly hostile, humans... They’ll be all smiles one minute, and the next they’ll have a knife in your shin and are trying to steal your pistol.” As he feels the dropship beginning to descend, he sighs. “Look, first thing we’re doing? You need clothes to at least blend in a little bit. A simple red checkered button down and some jeans will do just fine. Besides, this mission....” Looking over at the mech in the cargo bay, he sighs. “The minute we gotta call that big boy in, that’s when shit’s really hit the fan.”
“About a day or two ago, but I’ve been keeping a low profile since then to avoid any chance of being caught by some cabrones (assholes) who want I’ve run into trouble before my sudden disappearance. You miss me, Jesse?” She couldn’t hold back a chuckle from being heard, not bothering in reacting to the cowboy taking possession of his hat once again. The clicking of heels was soon heard as Sombra proceeds to take a few steps towards him, their shoulders slightly brushing against one another. And as McCree mentioned only moments before, the two always seemed to meet under circumstances like this - unexpected. “As if I don’t know the answer to that question. It’s a yes. But anyways, what have you been up to this entire time?”
“How on earth could I possibly miss your thieving, lying, never up to any good manner of being?” Jesse teased, without answering in either the affirmative or the negative. Putting a cigar in his mouth, he bit off the end and spit it out into an empty glass near him. As for her question… “And my doing’s remain my own to worry about, so I wouldn’t worry yourself none.”
In the news in the background, a reporter talks about how a high speed train had its precious cargo stolen by the ‘dangerous criminal, Jesse Mccree’, and he pursed his lips. Oh right, THAT whole talon incident. Evidently the government was none to pleased at his intervention in that whole debacle. Looking back at Sombra, he puffed at his cigar, feigning innocence.
The smaller woman flashed him a mischievous grin, just as he last remembered her. There wasn’t a moment that Sombra didn’t wear one of those - it’s one of those trademarks she enjoyed to hold onto. Her eyes rolled in a playful manner upon hearing the answer to her question from before, leaning against a wall while taking notice of the news report that began to play from across the room. She turned slightly face the vigilante, a brow slow to rise. “My, my, Jesse. It’s good to know that you’ve been keeping out of trouble after all this time. Never would have guessed this was your doing even if that reporter hadn’t stated your name. Wish I had known about it first - then that loot had been coming home with this senorita.”
Quirking his brow as he blew out a slow plume of smoke, he shook his head. “Darlin whatever the hell was in that train was almost about as much trouble as you are... And ‘bout three times as heavy. Not that I’d know a thing about that, mind ya.” Still leaning on the bar, he shifted over until he was standing side by side with her, his body still not facing her but his eyes studying her ever present grin for a moment. “Speaking of laying low, though, I assume wherever you’re planning on doing so’s got room for two? Cause I got a feeling the same type of cabrones looking for you happen to be after this same sin vergüenza.” Winks, before tapping the ashes of his cigar onto a nearby ash tray.
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Reblog if you have amazing RP partners.
mccree * * *
[ Closed: Sentimental ]
She caught his soft brown eyes again before McCree’s flirting made the hacker laugh and turn away, silken hair curling past her shoulder in a screen of black and purple that shadowed her face before she looked back. “I do not think you can afford that kind of pleasure, gunslinger.” Sombra teased, leaning up instead to press a kiss against his bearded cheek before she ducked beneath his arm to escape. With the swish of her hips, she glanced back over her thin shoulder with a look that invited Jesse to follow if he was brave enough to give chase.
That’s the thing about thieves. They never an afford things, so they tend to take it gratis. Especially when something practically begged to be stolen. Pursing his lips for a moment as he caught her flirtatious glance, he nods and took the last swig of the glass of whiskey.
Only fools rush in, but Jesse Mccree never made no claims at being a wise man.
Before he could respond verbally to her unspoken invitation, he could hear in the distance sirens. Red and blue flashing lights in the distance, he bit his lip and sighed. “Well... Took ‘em long enough.” He had little doubt, they were likely here for him, though it wouldn’t be much of a stretch of the imagination to assume they were there for her as well. Looking away from the window and back at her, he smirks and motions for the back door of the bar. “After you, darlin.”
LIST OF STARTERS I OWE
Okay so.... Starters I owe.
@mercy-doctor-of-overwatch / @i-know-your-secret (I think I’ll likely do the Sombra one first XD)
@sliipstreamed
Is there anyone else I owed one for? Just out of curiosity because I suck at tracking this.
Edit:
@maggiestein (YES THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME)
@theidura (Now to figure out what to do XD. Just IM me!)
16. What is your eye colour?
They’re Hazel. Light brown nearer the iris, dark green on the outside!
Desiring Downfall (Closed)
A wide smile pulled at her lips as she walked even closer. “Three things darling… One, I never said I was going to kill you. According to Article VII Sections 4, 7, and 12 of the Seventh Ring treaty. No demon of neutral standing can harm a hunter unless in self defense. If harmed the demon may only use moderate powers to fight. The hunter can only arrest a demon if the creature requests court. This is abolished if the demon is trespassing on holy ground, hunter domain, or is of true evil standing.
"Two, it’s been a while since I’ve felt pain so I don’t mind the thrill of a little wrestle…” She invaded his personal space very to intimate him.
“And three… What are you going to do with no ammo?” Her claws lightly grasped a full magizine of bullets. “I altered the contract to change you back I took your ammo as payment…”
“If you want to fight let’s keep this fair, sweet heart.” Athena handed the bullets back over. “So go ahead. Shoot me. Make my life interesting for once.”
Rules. Heh, demons always did love their rules, same as their contracts. Angels were pretty damn similar too, only they’d feel righteous and holy as they impaled ya while Demons at least understood their lot. Only thing about being a demon hunter, though, was rules never meant much to him anyway. It was kill, or be killed, because one never really knew which demon bothered with the rules, which one didn’t, and which one just enjoyed playing a whole lot of lip service to them as they readied themselves to devour you.
Grabbing the bullets, he chuckles. “All six? Hell, I only need one, but you’re lucky I ain’t fixin for a fight.” She was close to him, too close, though he didn’t seem to mind as he leaned towards her, a mere inch or so from her face. There was no trace of fear, only a mild sense of amusement, though this was to hide his genuine caution towards this powerful demoness.
“You seem to forget, darlin, my job ain’t to make your life interesting. It’s to end it, should it be necessary. But it ain’t today.” Holstering his revolver after he spoke, he blew her a kiss and a wink. “Now, will you kindly see me out, or did you still have something in mind for me?”
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3. Cats or Dogs?
Dogs. Definitely a dog person.
8. How old are you?
24
12. What were you doing before answering this?
Reading on the beach.
13. What’s your name/nickname?
Mike
21. Favourite singer?
I…. can’t say I really have one, tbh! Though right now I’m pretty solidly vibing on Rag’n’bone man.