It's my way, or... well, who am I kidding? It's my way.

 It's my way. [Indie, Canon/Headcanon based RP blog for Elizabeth Caledonia "Calamity" Ashe from Overwatch. Semi-Selective. Read Rules and check the Sources. No art is mine unless stated otherwise. Written by Dany.]   

[xi-chenchen]

Elizabeth Caledonia // overwatch Ashe

[hostilesuggestion]

i’m still alive and you’re just gonna have to deal with it

[mobstxr]

Another starter call !

Like this bad boy for a starter.

[mobstxr]

// Adding onto what ive seen on the dash (Bane spitting facts) McCree is, at the moment of tipping the Deadlock Gang so he can set Echo free, a vigilante. He is by no means an immaculate hero, a cinnamon roll, he never was. He was a criminal, then a black operations agent (which we know black ops don't do things in a completely legal way), then a criminal again. As a vigilante, his sense of justice differs from the hero complex. He does dubious, sometimes bad things, to get his own sense of justice spent. If we didn't know his sense of justice favors Overwatch, that would sound like a very reckless and bad thing to do, right?

Lots of people are clowded about this just because McCree is listed between the "good guys". Good guy or not, he has done bad things, and he shouldn't be seen under a distorted glass as an immaculate bean while Ashe is described as more or less a bitch.

So he tipped the Deadlock Gang in order to get Echo. He used the gang to get to Echo. He took into account the clear emotional vulnerability Ashe has about him. Aside from that, he literally used Ashe there.

So why is Ashe so angry about it? Doesn't take much to realize she knew his charade the moment he mentioned the crate, and that's why she was not willing to budge.

Whether you ship McCree with her or not, discrediting her anger is a very biased point of view, and uwufying McCree just because he worked with the good guys is not the best course of action.

So don't come to me about how Ashe's anger is not justified. She got a business tip, only to find out she has been deceived and used by someone she used to care about. Tell me if the anger is not justified again.

[mobstxr]

@bxckle-up mentioned you in a post “nostalgia. ~ closed w/ mobstxr”

Okay, that caused a laugh out of Ashe. Remembering all the childish jokes she made out of Jesse not being able to take a proper seat for all that time was probably a bit overkill, but the jester was worth it.

Now she was standing, of course, hands over her hips and shaking her head. It did come with a bite to it, so it was expected.

Again catering to the rich girl argument. Not that she was able to do anything about it.

"Are you really offerin' to revive a memory from the past by both breaking our asses, farm boy? That's one way to try to bond that I had not expected."

[mobstxr]

Ah, editing my post chains

something i didnt miss ldfhjfgdlhjfg

[mobstxr]

@dustysixshooter​ answered your ask “💦//i'm back boiii”

That was a nice one, although of all things she didn’t quite imagine the fantasy would involve Lead Rose, and let alone a pool.

She would have expected the chaise lounge, or perhaps the barn, but the pool was a new one. She guessed that’s what she got for even asking, though it wasn’t the strangest question she’s ever done to him by far-

Now wait a damn second.

“Did you just describe a literal wet dream you had about me, Jesse McCree?”

[mobstxr]

“ remember when i sat on the trunk and fell right through it ? “

Shit me and my friends say / Accepting

"Do I look like I remember it, McCree?"

Snarky response, with a little metal to it. But she did in fact remember that one night, back when the gang was just beginning to flourish and the hideout was just recently claimed, in which he might have had too much booze, or maybe he just didn't see the evident crack below him as he laid on the trunk and sunk on it like if the thing was intangible.

"Why, did you wanna do it again for old time's sake?"

[jaspersresources]

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐘 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟓 / ?  

𝟏 | 𝟐 | 𝟑 | 𝟒 

“ it smells like piss and pop-tarts. “

“ in order to secure baby in your arsenal - you, yourself, must become baby. “

“ honestly, in that kind of weather, I would wanna be in jail. “

“ he/she/they don’t have a job, bro. “

“ GOOD. YOU DESERVE TO CRY. “

“ fuck off, you unfeeling thing. “

“ i was so nervous, i barfed. “

“ why did I have a stroke ? “

“ jUliEt … bE mY fRiEnD …. “

“ I have acne ? :( “  

“ oh, we’re still friends — I thought everyone unfriended me when I went to prison. “

“ I’M OUT OF BABY JAAAAAAIL !!! MY PAROLE !!!! I’M GETTIN’ OUT TOMORROW !!!!!!! “

“ I just have many thoughts. “

“ it’s my BIRTHDAY so now I can be a PORNSTAR ! “

“ oh … you don’t have a father. I forgot about that. “

“ jokes on you, I’ve risen long ago. “

“ i’m an adult, i can show my boobies on the internet and nobody can sue me. “

“ i hate underwear. “

“ iiiiii have to poop. “

“ I would also like to exclude [ name ] but I can’t because of you two whores. “

“ so this other app says i’m only moderately obese. “

“ have you ever seen my baboon ? “

“ you have a baboon ?! “

“ well I did, but someone stole it. “

“ this is your 10 cents, right ?  you gave it to me, it’s not like - it’s not like i brought it from home or anything. “

“ do you want me to take it out of my mouth ? “

“ i forgot my favourite cereal. “

“ i’m kinda sad that we cancelled [ name ] — are/is he/she/they uncancelled ? can we uncancel him/her/them ? “

“ yeah, just because you lost your memory doesn’t mean you can go around pooping on other people’s hospital beds. why did we even save you ? “

“ thanks, nurse coffee. “

“ don’t even get me started on cotton-eyed-joe. “

“ I TOLD YEW NOT TO BRING UP THAT NAME IN MAH HOUSE. “

“ you wanted them earrings, i’m gonna give you them earrings. “

“ it’s okay, it’s a sexy death. “

“ ALRIGHT - it’s REALLY a party in the back. “

“ he’s requested a mullet. “

“ no !  he’s pooping in the hallways !! clean up on aisle five. this is not acceptable. “

“ I don’t feel bad for manipulative lil twats. “

“ thank you, I was an english major. “

“ remember when i sat on the trunk and fell right through it ? “

“ go to AO3 and read a fanfic, you whore. “

[mobstxr]

                You keep spouting off about what happens 

                                to people who cross you, 

                   when you should have been worrying more 

                  about what happens when you cross me.

                             About - OOC - Rules - Navi

[mobstxr]

Yo Dany is back with the white vans

JK I do not own white Vans. Anyways, hi y’all.

Just a quick rambling about this blog, and how (I hope) I will managing it from now on. I feel a little vulnerable opening up like this, but I don’t have any excuse. If you don’t like to read a lot, just skip what’s below the little dashes. the rest is just me rambling.

Ok, I know I’ve been coming back and abandoning constantly. A few of you who stuck around might be like Dany cut the bullshit and come back for once, and trust me, I am telling myself that. Constantly.  I have never forgot about this blog. In fact, it has been on my mind every single day. I have repeated “I have to revive my Ashe blog” so many times on text, in voice call to my friends, to myself, to my poor sister who has to deal with me. Everyone who knows me has heard this at least once.

Just letting you all know my mental health has been on the fence even before the Covid bursted out, and it has been really hard to find motivation to like, anything. And when I say anything, I mean literally whatever I have some sort of excitement about.

I have been hyperfixating in other things, drawing on my Twitter, trying to get creativity back out of who knows where, spacing out. Crying and mentally crashing due to hardships I’ve been through aside from my own issues, modding two servers that need my constant attention, and I have been depressed. I still am. I am very depressed, maybe the most I’ve been in years, It’s no one’s fault really, it’s been like this ever since, but this year and a half cracked down whatever barrier I had around it. I’ve been feeling like I am a bad person. I feel bad, and useless, and I’ve done bad things. There’s nothing to soften it up.

I have been thinking more about this blog as of late, though. I have been thinking about lots of stuff that make me happy, and feel better, and I wanna stick to it. I want to be happy, I want to be better. I WANT to do things. To feel like I am doing things. Truth is this little space makes me happy, because I have freedom over it. Discord is nice, servers are nice, but this space if completely up for me when I need it. And I need to need it, if that makes sense. --------------- So, sappy things aside, and if you read all of the above you didn’t have to but thank you, this is how I will be managing this blog:

It’ll probably be short responses the most, lots of shitposting when i’m around, and not too much of super heavy writing. This DOES NOT NEED to be matched with whoever writes with me. You can go wild and write me a walltext and I will appreciate you for it, but I don’t want to be forced to reply on the same length. Maybe I will tho. Depends on the motivation.

Also, I will put on a schedule for myself. I used to reply back when I was able to travel by train on my two hour commute and I was pretty active, but that’s not a thing anymore, train traveling or commute. So, I am going to emulate that. I will take one or two hours a day to reply, probably around the time I replied before. I will attempt to make it a constant. I will also clean up my following list and look for active people. I know a lot of my mutuals bailed, and it’s sad to see them go, but I need to go back to writing. If I cleaned you up but you’re still around, follow me again. I probably assumed wrong.

That being said, this is an attempt. I don’t know if I will fail again. I don’t want to, and I’ll do my best not to.

[mobstxr]

dustysixshooter​:

mobstxr​:

Starter for @dustysixshooter

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She was too confident on her own hand. So confident, that when she looked at what Jesse laid on the table she just laughed, red eyes coming to her own hand to drop her own sets.

But then she actually looked at her own cards for once.

“Wait, what-”

...Oh for fuck’s sake.

Her face dropped so hard, if it could have made a sound it would have. “Fine.” Eyes rolled as she quickly shifted into a grunt, putting the cards on the table. The bastard had actually won those crates. Good thing was that there were more where those came from, but Ashe’s pride was a fragile thing.

“Should’ve known ye were gonna get away with it, dammit.” She sighed, then taking another sip of her drink. “Alright. Wanna keep playin’? I don’t know what could we bet on.”

[mobstxr]

Starter for @duplicatrix​

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It’s been on Ashe’s mind for the longest time, even after the humiliation she had to endure after that crate being taken away from her by Jesse McCree, along with a few of her gang members being put out of commission, to just know what was it even for.

She did remember it clearly, and her eyes took every detail on it, but disassembled as it was, she did not picture the actual function of its content.

Now, after her eyes witnessing the actual deployed shape of that crate’s interior, the gang leader’s curiosity only grew bigger, and she managed to track them down to where they could reach to them.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinkin’ of what you would’ve worth on the black market. But now I doubt they’ll ever snatch ya.” The curiosity never actually faded, only making the gang leader be more drawn to what this seemingly unique omnic model’s purpose truly was, and why was it transported in such a awfully custodied hypertrain, of all things.

“Now mark me as clueless of what you are. Can’t put it off my mind.”

[mobstxr]

Starter for @dustysixshooter

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“Come on! We don’t have all night waiting for ya.” A snicker escaped Ashe, poker cards over the wooden table. The night has been going smoothly, and they were taking a break after a rather easy train bust, but one that actually paid of quite nicely. 

Cocky as she was, Ashe was just throwing cards, and the game has turned into a drinking game so fast she could not notice. At this point, she was starting to care less and less about the cards she’s got and more to what they were betting, the tilt of chips and glasses coming down from the lively surroundings of the hideout.

“Bet two crates. See if ye can grab ‘em, Jesse.”

[mobstxr]

imma get into those startersss

[mobstxr]

Starter call!  Like this nice post for a starter.

[jaspersresources]

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐘; 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 / ?

courtesy of my friends on discord & irl friends !! this is part 1 of many to come, i’m sure. 

“ if I don’t get a 6 foot tall dark haired girlfriend in the future, I’m suing god. “ 

“ I have to hurl objects at her until she cooperates. “ 

“ where’s the good shit ? “ 

“ just foxes in dog costumes. “ 

“ HEY YOU - WHAT’S YOUR ZODIAC SIGN ? “ 

“ she’s wearing city pants ! “ 

“ what are city pants ?! “ 

“ I am not used to this texture right now. “ 

“ do you know how weird snow is ?! ”  

“ ah - love me some de peper. “ 

“ I’m guessing one of those things is chips. “ 

“ well that’s cos you’re a heathen who doesn’t make tea properly. “ 

“ CHOCOLATE !! “ 

“ she said ‘fuck’ ! “ 

“ ain’t live like pig. “ 

“ I’m back and I very much feel diseased. “ 

“ how do I get out of my own body ? “ 

“ have a wiggle wiggle to moooove around ! “ 

“  because _____ is a Fuckin’ Big Bitch , Tall Ass Fuckin Mountain Woman/Man/Person. “ 

“ oh god, she’s unbeatable. “ 

“ please don’t tell me she’s going to do that. “ 

“ ______ was not as psycho as i thought she was gonna be. “ 

“ see - look at you, you’re a good person. you’re not a psycho. “ 

“ _______, baby — your machiavellianism. “ 

“ we’ll work on some more narcissism. “ 

“ I don’t know which bit you are holy moly-ing at - but yes, i agree. “