償還.

  Hanzo Shimada. Twenty-five. Sophomore. Mathematics Major, Philosophy and Art Minor. Affiliated with Twilight Town University. Written by Fish.  

[sharpshooterxcowboy]

You’re Music To My Ears

[racheterr-blog]

( sharpshooterxcowboy: )

    Seeing his boyfriend flustered made McCree’s heart glow. Hanzo didn’t know how cute he could be, and it was killin’ him. PDA was something that was rare from Hanzo; McCree was usually the instigator in those situations. McCree chalks it up to either his Japanese heritage, or his less-than-perfect family background. But, if Hanzo does get affectionate, McCree might turn to puddy. 

    A smirk appeared on his face, “Later? I don’t think I can last that long Pumpkin~”

    Leaning closer to his lover, apparently it was physically possible since most of McCree’s person was on the table, he winked at his boyfriend and then leaned back into his seat, sitting like a normal person.

    “Ya’know, you look really cute when yer flustered Hanny, I think I should make that happen more often, don’t-cha think?”

    He knew the answer already, but he wanted to see how Hanzo would react, since that was most of the fun in their relationship, both romantic and non.

    Looking at the food, McCree tried to pick at what he could; his tongue was still burning, but it would be a waste of food just to turn it all away.

He nearly shoved his boyfriend away as he leaned forward, but kept his hands to himself, balled into fists placed on his lap. “Be quiet.” Hanzo grumbled as McCree sat back down. His eyes sharply turned back to the other at his second statement, brows furrowing and blush darkening. Man, someone needs to teach him how to take a compliment.

“I am not flustered. And I am certainly not cute.” He stated, his voice starting off shaky but ending sternly. “I am just... not used to this.” Being conditioned for crime didn’t exactly introduce him to too much affection, especially any coming from someone outside of his family. It was hard to expect any love even from them, though, as he was more of a puppet it seemed.

A quiet sigh of relief came from the archer as the other seemed to put his focus back on the food. He did so as well, nearly finishing his plate. At least he had a moment of peace from the affectionate assault while they ate.

[theoldzensparrow]

Reunion || Genji & Hanzo

[racheterr-blog]

( thezensparrow: )

The silence, though it didn’t last too long, was deadly. Genji can feel the tension festering up inside of him, he could explode any second now. He just wanted to let loose his endless stream of consciousness- how he felt, what it’s been like the past few years, the journey he was able to take after finally escaping. But, the urge was caught in the back of his throat. He was still stunned by his brothers gaze. The only thing he can do now is wait for a response.

Hanzo breaking the contact brought him back to reality. Rather, it was the unexpected apology that was spoken so… sincerely. It was an instant shock to the younger man. His eyes widened as he stood speechless to his brothers words. Even when reminiscing on their biggest tragedy, Hanzo was able to stay unmoved and stoic. It’s clearer now than ever that the clan was exceptional at ingraining that demeanor into their leaders.

“I know.” Genji finally spoke up.

The tensity in his body began to flush away. He could ask his brother the same question. But, Genji knew if he went along that path it would turn into an empty passing of a conversation. He didn’t want to keep a wall up around Hanzo anymore. He had vowed to mend their relationship, so it was time to explain himself.

“I had to get away. It wasn’t safe for me there anymore. If people found out I was living- if you found out I was still alive, who knows what would have happened to me? So, I left. Now I’m here. To settle, and get an education. I can only assume it is the same for you, too?”

He knew his lengthy answer wasn’t needed; but it is the first step to recovery. And he needed this healing more than anything.

Hanzo was genuinely surprised with himself and how he was handling this situation. Though most of the time he was mild-mannered, when he wasn’t, it was more likely he would lash out instead of show such sincere emotion. While he somehow managed to hold his solid exterior, his mind was under a lot of duress. It was emotional for anyone to reunite with someone they thought to be dead, but even more for a man who held everything bottled up inside him such as Hanzo.

A small part of him found a reason to be angry in the fact that Genji only acknowledged his apology with a simple “I know.” Hanzo poured his heart out, showing his regret, and his brother didn’t seem to care. Though, if he was being honest with himself, he knew that was just how his brother was. He knew he didn’t handle things the way his older brother would expect in a perfect world. And either way, this wasn’t about the archer’s happiness -- they weren’t here, speaking after all these years because of Hanzo. This was about his brother’s survival, and how he made it to where he was now.

He looked away shamefully as Genji spoke about his fear -- the fear instilled in him because of his older brother. The emphasis on the elder and him being more of a threat than the rest of his family only caused him to tense even more. The two of them only really had each other growing up, and Hanzo crushed that trust. He felt like him and his brother would never be the same around each other again.

“Yes,” he began with a nod as he looked back to his brother, “I left as well, as you know. I denounced the clan, and as you may assume from how I greeted you, they have not been happy about my decision. Too often I have awoken to a blade at my throat or a gun to my head.” Letting out an exhale through his nose, Hanzo shook his head. “I needed to leave it all behind. I could not live with the monsters who wished for their own family’s death, and I refused to tolerate being hunted by them like some sort of animal.” That may have sounded a bit hypocritical coming from him, but it was the truth. “I am here to forget everything that happened and rid myself of the assassins sent after me so frequently. I would like to live a normal life.”

[sharpshooterxcowboy]

You’re Music To My Ears

[racheterr-blog]

( sharpshooterxcowboy: )

McCree comically frowned at Hanzo, trying to play off Hanzo’s bluntness. Hanzo was a blunt person, and McCree had a flair for the dramatic sometimes. Like this one time when McCree stubbed his toe and he sat on the ground trying not to cry and Hanzo just swooped right in and told him to suck it up…but he stayed around to make sure he didn’t anything else dumb…Hanzo was the perfect match for him.

“Awwww come on Hanny, aren’t cha gonna kiss it better?” Adding a wink for flourish

McCree loved to tease his boyfriend, especially in a public place. He would never do lewd jokes, but simple ones like kissing him and just being a dork was his brand.

What a dork of a man his boyfriend was. Hanzo, someone who could’ve been basically a king within the criminal empire, found himself dating some goofball cowboy he found. He rolled his eyes at the other’s frowning, shaking his head. What a drama queen Jesse was, always playing up anything he felt.

When McCree spoke again, the archer’s cool facade dropped. His half-lidded eyes widened as his eyebrows rose, while a light blush grew across his face. He thought he’d be the one in control here, as he was on his home turf in a way. Clearly his boyfriend had other plans.

“Jesse --” Hanzo always let himself get so flustered by anything his boyfriend said. Any time he said anything remotely flirtatious, the archer’s stoic mask faded and he was a lot more like a giddy teenager than he’d like to admit. He never knew what to say, though. Placing his hands on his lap, he looked away for a second. “Later.” It wasn’t that he was ashamed to be seen doing romantic things with him, not in the slightest -- he was just... odd about giving and receiving affection.

[theoldzensparrow]

Reunion || Genji & Hanzo

[racheterr-blog]

( thezensparrow: )

Amber eyes glared toward the old source of his suffering, making perfect contact. Genji stood motionless. It was as if the sight of Hanzo had frozen him in place. Suddenly, they weren’t on some college campus anymore. No, he was transported back to that night. The glare melted down into a look of furrowed brows and pursed lips- trying his hardest to stay stoic but failing miserably.

A wildfire sparked within him. Holding back fear and anger, sadness and regret for even coming out tonight. It burned through his chest and up his throat. This reveal to his brother was much more different than he had ever imagined.

What was supposed to happen now? Genji had no desire to fight anymore. He did not want to continue the silent feud thats lasted for all these years. But his heart was racing a mile a minute and his instincts were begging him to act now. Do something. Anything.

“Hanzo…”

The broken sound of his name was enough to keep him grounded. His brother was still here, and the look on his face… Hanzo looks just as shocked as he was when he discovered he was still alive, too.

The cold hiss in his voice was certain. Even when he was looking straight at him, he still believed Genji is dead. At this point, the younger man didn’t know what he wanted out of this. Approval? Closure? The satisfaction of hearing the clans demise? Somehow, that wasn’t so important anymore. It’s become more personal than any of that.

Genji stood, no longer frozen by Hanzo’s stare. He had no response. Instead of thinking of one, he went with his first impulse. He removed his hood and drifted himself toward his brother. Slowly, as to not provoke a negative (or dangerous) response; Genji stepped closer and closer until they were only a few feet apart.

The close proximity chilled him to the bone. His face revealed no emotion, and neither did his voice when he finally spoke up,

“I believed it to be true, too. But, I am still here.”

What stood between Genji and Hanzo their whole lives was more than just simple sibling rivalry. After all, mere sibling rivalry rarely ended in a murderous attempt aimed at the other. They were of the Shimada bloodline, they were destined to be practical royalty within the kingdom of crime -- but here they were, on a college campus, staring each other down in disbelief.

No matter how many times the archer ran it through his head, it didn’t make sense to him. Genji was dead. He was dead because of his awful elder brother succumbing to his family’s will, wasn’t he? But how could he argue the living evidence: his brother standing before him, speaking to him of their history...

“I...” Hanzo clenched his jaw, fighting back anything that could show weakness, be it tears, a wavering voice, or anything else of the sort. “I am sorry.” There was the slightest of shakiness to his voice -- it was rare he felt so deeply sorry for something. But if this man truly was Genji, the eldest surely had lots of things to make up for, and apologizing would be a place to start. “Gaining power did horrifying things to me.” His gaze shifted to the ground, memories of his younger days flashing before his eyes.

He had seen so many things when he was small, ranging from illegal trades to weapons to what those things were used for. Things no child should ever see, things no child should ever be raised in... Things no child should be groomed to be in charge of as they grow older.

“What are you doing here?” he inquired after a pause, bringing himself back into reality. There were so many questions Hanzo felt he needed to ask: where he’d been, how he’d survived for so long on his own, if he still despised his brother for what he did... He was sure the answer to that last one would be a yes. The eldest surely would have held a grudge, and he was positive his younger brother would feel the same. But he would save those questions for another time, after the shock of seeing his brother he thought to be dead would pass on.

[sharpshooterxcowboy]

You’re Music To My Ears

[racheterr-blog]

( sharpshooterxcowboy: )

McCree loved Hanzo’s smile, it was a drug for him, and he was a class A addict. 

With some food still in his mouth, he was about to speak, but part of a noddle left his mouth, McCree’s face became hot. 

Quickly finishing his mouthful, “It’s really great! I thought it was gonna be spicier to be hon-”

Then it hit him: the fire. All of the heat from the broth hit him at once: this was suffering. His nose was running, his mouth was salivating…and it wasn’t attractive. 

“O-oh god…Hanzo…this was a mistake.”

His papi had raised him on spicy food sure, but Asian spice was another breed that he’s never fought before.

“H-how in the hell can you eat this all the time?”

And there it was, exactly what Hanzo was expecting: the heat hit the other all at once. He did warn McCree, this was different from the normal spicy foods he was used to, but evidently his boyfriend didn’t quite understand that.

It took a lot of willpower for the archer not to chuckle at the other’s reaction to the food. He shook his head and let out an exhale through his nose in place of boisterous laughter, returning his focus to his own food. Before taking a bite, he looked across the table for a moment. “You get used to it. I have been eating food like that for my entire life.”

Sure, a part of him felt bad for the cowboy. He came out and decided to try a new food out of his comfort zone, but Hanzo couldn’t help but find the whole situation a bit funny. “I did warn you.” he added with a shrug, returning to his own plate.

[sharpshooterxcowboy]

You’re Music To My Ears

[racheterr-blog]

( sharpshooterxcowboy: )

Putting on a big smile, he grabbed for the chopsticks again, a little too happy that he just manipulated his boyfriend into giving them back. But he wanted to show Hanzo that he could do something other than be “smooth.”

“Thanks darlin’!”

McCree leaned over the table and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the lips, is new favorite pastime. Re-directing his attention to the chopsticks again, McCree’s usual frustrations appeared again. About the 5th time trying to pick up a single noodle, luck finally decided to smile on him…more like grinned at him since he got half of his noodles in one go.

“…BOY HOWDY!!!”

McCree exclaimed and slurped his victory, and after looked at Hanzo for some reaction.

He’d never get used to kisses, especially the ones out of nowhere he knew he’d be receiving a lot of. McCree was an affectionate person, and Hanzo was unfamiliar with that sort of thing -- any sort of positive attention he got as a child was more of praise and reverence than love and caring. The hand holding, the hugging and cuddling, the kissing... it wasn’t normal to him. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t thankful for it.

There was a bit of embarrassment evident on Hanzo’s face, both at the kiss and then again at McCree’s celebration. He once again got the feeling he was babysitting, but he was happy for his boyfriend nonetheless. It was the small victories in life that made it special, and so what if the cowboy’s chosen small victory was a successful use of chopsticks? Sure, Hanzo may have been able to eat a fair amount of tempura while the other was struggling with his food, but at least McCree was making progress.

It did draw a bit of attention to their table, though, as a few of the other people in the surrounding area gave the two of them a glance. Normally, he would be much more embarrassed about this sort of thing and reprimand the other (usually Genji) for their behavior, but McCree could be an exception.

His look of embarrassment turned into a hopeful smile aimed at the other. “How does it taste?”

[sharpshooterxcowboy]

You’re Music To My Ears

[racheterr-blog]

( sharpshooterxcowboy: )

McCree stared at his now empty hand, defeat filling his very soul. He failed at his mission…and his boyfriend.

“B-But Hanny…”

McCree faked a sniffle, trying to see if he could convince Hanzo to give him back the chopsticks…he even pulled out the puppy-dog-eyes. Though, they never really moved Hanzo in the past…at least from what McCree remembered. Well, his shoulders remember all of the punches that Hanzo would throw at them, after said puppy-dog-eyes were used…so maybe they did have an affect?

Maybe he just had to crank them up a little, “Please Hanny…”

Those eyes. This grown man that he called his boyfriend was faking crying to get back a pair of chopsticks. And there was that stupid nickname from him again. In all honesty, the archer didn’t understand why the other was making such a big fuss out of trying to learn how to use chopsticks. Hanzo let out a sigh, knowing McCree was a stubborn person and probably wouldn’t quit with this whole escapade.

With that, he handed the chopsticks back over -- normally, Hanzo himself could be quite stubborn as well, but in this case, he knew it would be a losing battle. His persistence to try and impress Hanzo did flatter him as well, which probably helped sway his decision. “...tell me if you need any assistance.” God, it sounded more like Hanzo was babysitting than going out on a date. But hell, if McCree wanted to learn, the archer would help him. He’s always been a fan of tradition, after all, and would gladly share it with the cowboy.

[ultrasnipergamer-blog]

Welcome to Archery!

[racheterr-blog]

( ultrasnipergamer: )

“Oh hello” Shino was suprised to say the least that they guys she was looking for appeared behind her byt at least she did not have to keep awkwarly asking whhere he was.

“My name is Shino, I was told I needed to talk to you , I already did all the paperwork and everything to join but it has been a while since I shot so I’m a little rusty. I was told you would be the best person to help me get started.”  

She felt a little nervous surrounded by all these new people but also a little excited too. It had been so long since she did archery but she missed it. Even if the person she had to talk to seemed to be annoying.

At least all of the things on the more technical side of this girl joining had already been done. That would save him quite a bit of trouble with this girl. Hanzo had trained many people before, all with different amounts of experience ranging from those who had been raised with a bow in their hand to those who had never seen one in person, and everybody in between. “They have sent you to the right place.” Archery was one of the few things he would be cocky about, but he had good reasoning behind it.

With a gesture of his head, he turned and began to lead her to a lane without a student already occupying it. As they made it to the shooting line, he turned back to her. “How long has it been since you have held a bow, and what kind are you most familiar with?” These were mostly questions to get a gauge on what he was working with from a mentor standpoint, though trying to get to know his student better was not a bad idea either.

[sharpshooterxcowboy]

You’re Music To My Ears

[racheterr-blog]

( sharpshooterxcowboy: )

He was going to do this. He had too. Too much was on the line at this point. The bottom stick was behaving well, but the top one, boy was it being a pain in the ass.  

“No no no, I got this Hanny, I can do this.”

Frustration was starting to fill McCree’s mind. He could hear his own breathing at this point. The fucking noodles were’t being pinched hard enough to stay on…but he was just so close goddammit. He would look to the side, and the fork would taunt him, tease him. But he couldn’t, he wasn’t. He had to prove himself and impress his boyfriend. It was his job.

Hanny. It took everything in him not to roll his eyes at that nickname from the other, instead substituting it for a small shake of his head. He went to take a bite of his food, but the distraction of McCree’s struggling, well... distracted him.

Reaching his empty hand forward, across the table, he went to swipe the chopsticks from his boyfriend’s hand. Even someone as emotionally detached as Hanzo could tell that this situation was starting to irk McCree. “Do not try your own patience.” It was quite literally just two pieces of wood, after all. There were plenty of other things the cowboy could do to impress him, without irritating himself. “Just use the fork.”

[theoldzensparrow]

Reunion || Genji & Hanzo

[racheterr-blog]

( thezensparrow: )

Genji stood motionless. His heart skipped a beat at his brothers final statement. He knew that Hanzo did what he had to do, but to hear him admit that it was against his own wish meant something. It wasn’t spiteful, or a rash decision made on his part. It was a hard pill to swallow, but he knew the business had more value than his own life.

It was his reason for escaping, after all. He didn’t want to become a part of a gang that probably would have ended up killing him, anyway. After years of finding peace with his situation, he had decided that leaving when he did was the best choice he could have made. Seeing Hanzo here tonight almost made him forget this fact.

Genji took a deep breath. A peak between the branches revealed a stagnant Hanzo. It may be an illusion made by the dark night, but, could it be he let his guard down? The younger man was not about to let this moment go to waste. Slowly, he stepped out from the tree’s shadow.

“I understand. I hadn’t before, but now I understand.”

He stayed close to the trunk, feeling the slightest solace in the obstacle between him and his brother. Genji felt exposed. Too much for comfort, considering this is the first time in years he’s seen his supposed murderer. He pulled the hood of his sweater over his head to compensate for the shadows absence before rooting himself in line of the other man’s view.

“I’m sorry it had to happen this way. But I am glad you left. It was a burden that we don’t have to shoulder anymore. I’m sure father would have understood.”

The man felt something he truly hadn’t experienced in quite some time: fear. Hanzo fully expected a knife or something at his throat, as he had let his guard down. Any good assassin would have capitalized on that and taken the archer out. But... he was still alive. No knives, no guns, no other sorts of weaponry had threatened him.

In his fear, his eyes had closed instinctively. The sight in front of him when he had opened them, though, scared him even more. Darkness had before hidden the stranger’s face, and now... that was a familiar face. Things finally had connected in his head -- how he knew everything of the clan, how he knew the entire situation... how hadn’t he recognized that voice earlier?

“Genji?” It was choked out, a strained tone to his voice. Hanzo couldn’t even remember the last time he cried. But now, he certainly felt like tears were rising up. “No, it... cannot be you.” His brother was dead. He had to be. Sure, Genji was a part of the Shimada Clan, but he wasn’t as... fluent in the ways of fighting that they had been taught. There was no way his younger brother could have survived.

He felt as if he were about to crumble to the ground. Always standing tall and strong, about to be brought down by a single person, without them even striking him once.

“You cannot be my brother... It is not possible. Genji Shimada is dead.” It was something he had to keep telling himself. No matter how much he wanted this man to be his brother, it was impossible... right?

[naminewalton]

fighter and a half || namine & hanzo

[racheterr-blog]

( naminewalton: )

the conversation seemed to be going worse and worse the more namine decided to open her mouth. she didn’t mean to offend, or confuse, but the man was obviously not picking up on anything she was saying. it was just…embarrassing. she didn’t even have the heart to explain herself anymore, because it just seemed like he wouldn’t pick up on what she was saying anyway.

but the subject changed. that was good. seeing the man’s features suddenly soften made namine relax a little, knowing he understood for once. she hadn’t expected this to be such a stressful interaction, so that tiny, slight change in his demeanor was practically a godsend. instantly she held up the sketchbook she had been carrying with her.

“yes. if…that’s okay with you. a-and it’s totally fine if it isn’t — i-i can leave you be if you want…”

nervously, she awaited his response, her head lowered so she was peering at him through her bangs. so far, he had proved to not be in the greatest of moods, and even though he may have softened a little, namine was still wary. just in case.

What a ride this situation had been. All the archer wanted to do was spend some time alone, training, letting some of his anger out, but now he was going to be dragged into modeling for an unknown girl’s art.

Normally, Hanzo would have told this girl to leave him alone long before the conversation got to this point. It started off awkward and he wasn’t necessarily someone who would try to fix that, at least not by any means other than cutting ties in general. But she was an artist as well, it seemed, and there was a small place in his heart for his fellow artists.

“I have never been a model before...” He’d always been the one drawing people, whether it be from memory or from model -- he was never on the other end. A part of him was uncertain if he should allow her to draw him, as... well, to be perfectly honest, he would gain nothing out of it, only lose time he could be spending training or drawing something of his own. Nonetheless, though... “You may. Is there something specific you would like me to do...?”

[ultrasnipergamer-blog]

Welcome to Archery!

[racheterr-blog]

( ultrasnipergamer: )

starter for @racheterr

Shino walked over to the field house where she needed to meet someone about joining archery. She had done it a lot when she was younger but has not really done it since. However, she has learned to miss it, she is so glad they will let her join so late in the season. She walked over and looked at her email that was there. It said she had to talk to someone named Hanzo. 

She did go faster then necessary she had plenty of time to meet at the designated place but she could not help the excitement. She looked to see several people lined up for shooting at the targets along with some people in several groups casually chatting while waiting for their turn to shoot.

“Hi excuse me I am here to talk to someone named Hanzo about joining the Archery club, can you tell me where he is?” 

Due to his past experience and display of prowess with the craft, Hanzo had been assigned the title of honorary club captain. He was absolutely okay with it, as he was a natural-born leader (while also being molded specifically to be one all his life), it was just... unexpected. He figured continuing archery from his past days would be something to take up some of his free time and give him something to do, not something he could pride himself in with a title.

So he would stroll around the field house, watching the other members of the club to ensure nothing bad would happen, while also keeping an eye out for a particular person. Rumor had it a girl would be joining the club, and Hanzo was excited about it. He wasn’t directly told anything about her, but others in the club had mentioned her expressing interest, and she seemed to have an air of determination around her, from what he’d seen of her.

As he looked at a few of the ‘problem children’ as he’d call them -- simply the people newer to archery -- he heard his name mentioned behind him. He turned around and stepped closer to her, crossing his arms over his chest with a cough to make it clear that he had heard her.

“You have found him.” He wasn’t one for conversation, and that much was obvious by the tone of his voice. “What do you need to know?”

[sharpshooterxcowboy]

You’re Music To My Ears

[racheterr-blog]

( sharpshooterxcowboy: )

McCree beamed at Hanzo, “See, this is why you’re the brains of the relationship.”

McCree reached for the fork that was to his left, but hesitated and looked at the chopsticks that the waitress also put down next to their bowls. This was a moment that McCree could impress Hanzo: with his awesome chopstick skills. Quickly reaching for the pair, he took them out of the paper and separated the two chopsticks…and now came the difficult part: how in the hell do you hold these.

Muttering, “Now, it’s supposed to be like holdin’ a pencil…”

He was failing, and he’s just started. 

There was a slight tilt to his head, smile falling into an expression much more neutral. Something about Jesse McCree, the dreamboat cowboy, fumbling around trying to do something as small as hold a pair of chopsticks nearly got a laugh out of him.

He reached for his own chopsticks and positioned them between his fingers, holding them in a slightly obvious way so that McCree could see and maybe copy what he was doing. After a moment, Hanzo shook his head a tad bit. “You do know you can use a fork, Jesse?” He nodded his head toward the fork, glancing at the utensil. “You do not need to try and show off...” Though, he wasn’t entirely against it. The fact that McCree even wanted to try and impress Hanzo flattered him quite a bit. But the stoicism he tried to maintain prevented him from showing that in any way.

[racheterr-blog]

☰☺️⚽️

☰ - Fun random fact about the mun!

Well, I recently came out to my older sister as trans? She’s still the only person in my family that knows, but... it’s still a step. And the only reason I was able to do it was because of Bee and Brendon both cheering me on, so. Big shoutout to both of them. <3

☺ - Post a picture of yourself or describe what you look like!

I’m not gonna post one here, but if you want a picture that badly message me on discord. As for describing myself... I’m a little teapot, short and stout. I’m only 5′3″, I’ve got rly short brown hair (thank fuck my natural hair color has changed since I was younger, it used to be a really weird gray-brown...), little birthmarks all over the place, I’ve got glasses... Generic things.

⚽ - Are you active?

H a h. The closest thing I’ve done to strenuous physical activity is walk my dogs.

[racheterr-blog]

♫♾ ⚖☰

♫ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music, if no, why not?

I’m kinda copying Bren here but I mostly put on like... Overwatch videos. Muselk, zylbrad, them sorts of people. If it’s music, it’s sorta depending on the thread and the relationship between the muses. For the McHanzo thread I’ll listen to cheesy love songs, for smth like the Reunion thread with Genji I’ll listen to suspenseful music.

♾ - Which timezone are you in?

Eastern Standard Time! It’s currently about 4pm and I’m groggy as all hell.

⚖ - Opinions on the fandom your muse belongs to?

I haven’t really spent very much time in the overwatch indie crew... Each fandom has their flaws, of course, and I’m sure the indie world in Overwatch is ripe with problems because of how big the game is... But who knows, maybe people are getting along. And as for non-rp, of course I love it. The art, the things people write, the things people come up with. I love it all.

☰ - Fun random fact about the mun!

I get hit on by goddamn kids on overwatch every day. Idk how everyone else seems to avoid it, but I cannot go a single day without having some Genji up my ass singing to me over vc.

[racheterr-blog]

⛔ ;0

⛔ - In real life, are you friendly?

Depends on how I’m feeling! Most days I am relatively friendly (but definitely not trying to talk to people) but there are definitely those days where I’m a major jerk. One day I’ll be sharing things with people and asking them about their day, the next I’m kicking them in the shin so hard they cry and need medical attention.

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✵ - Are there any other fandoms you’d like to approach?

Maybe? Maybe give the Persona fandom a second go. Other than that, I’m... pretty content.

☰ - Fun random fact about the mun!

Other than how I’m a big dumb gay idiot? I, uh. Can’t watch those “America’s Funniest Home Videos” shows, because a lot of them have people getting hurt, yaknow? And I’m really empathetic and seeing people in pain means I’m dying.

☕  - Do you prefer coffee or tea? Perhaps neither, or both?

I don’t really drink either,, I’m not a big fan of hot drinks. I mean, frapps are pretty okay, but I’m lactose intolerant so I can’t really be drinking those either. And iced tea is just... not my thing. I drank too much of it when I was growing up that now it tastes like poison.