𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑨𝒀 .

They say there's no honor among thieves.

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            𝙸'𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂, 𝚂𝙰𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻                                        𝙸'𝚅𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙻

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im never telling you were ur bike is now

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OUTLAWS FROM THE WEST: Red Dead Redemption Verse

Born into wealth, Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe was the sole heir and child of a mine and oil magnate. Growing up, Elizabeth had access to some of the finest tutors money could afford, and learned all the etiquette and mannerisms of a proper lady of means–then went and did the exact opposite. Rebellious in nature and often left to her own devices, Elizabeth was far from what one would call an innocent rose. When the prospect arose of some Newspaper man in Saint Denis plucking her up and marrying her, well that rebellious nature came out in full swing. After a botched robbery, a night in the county jail, and a hefty “donation” to the local sheriff, the matter was swept under the rug and never to be mentioned again. But that didn’t mean it would never happen again.

Elizabeth had gotten her first taste of outlaw life, and boy was it sweet. Spurred on by the thrill of outwitting her targets, and encouraged by a certain gunslinger, Ashe runs away from home right into a life of crime. And thus, Ashe finds her new family within the Deadlock Rebels. With Ashe at the helm, the gang quickly rises to prominence in the American Southwest. Tales of their feats soon reach the East, and in an age where the Wild West is beginning to be little more than a myth from the past, the gang becomes a target of the law. Jobs get harder to pull, and it seems that their every move is being tracked. Talk of a double crosser among their ranks begins to surface, and when a supposedly simple heist ends with more than half her men sent to the gallows, and her right hand man nowhere to be found, those rumors appear to be a reality.

After licking her wounds and rallying what little forces she has left, the seeds of bitterness grow within her. It seems all too obvious who the traitor is, for there’s only one who somehow managed to escape the hangman’s noose. A woman scorned by the man she once called her partner in crime, she vows to avenge her fallen gang members and kill the traitor who all but sentenced her family to their deaths. And while the future of her gang may seem precarious, one thing is certain: she has a bullet with Jesse McCree’s name on it.

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I try to remind myself that all of this could be over tomorrow, because I could wake up and magically be 35 feet tall and not be able to act in movies anymore.  

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Quick doodle

Cute couples<3

Cowboys&cowgirls are always sexy~

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@unforsake​‌ // HANZO SHIMADA

“     YOU  HAVE  SOMETHING  I  WANT.     ”      his  response  is  simple.   there  would  be  no  other  suitable  answer  for  his  presence  in  deadlock  gorge.   this  place  is  the  den  of  his  enemies,  a  home  for  the  shimada  clan’s  biggest  competition.   once  upon  a  time,  his  very  existence  in  this  hemisphere  may  have  sparked  a  war  between  the  two  groups.   the  relief  of  pressure  against  his  back,  however,  confirms  that  they  live  in  very  different  times.   his  bow  falls  to  the  ground,  but  that does  not  mean  it  is  any  less  of  a  threat  to  her.   hanzo  shimada  is  a  trained  assassin,  if  he  wished  to  kill  her,  weapons  would  be  the  least  of  her  worries.   slowly,  he  turns  around,  faces  her  with  an  air  of  pride.

“     i  have  been  watching  you  for  a  very  long  time,  waiting  for  you  and  your  gang  to  take  down  this  shipment.   i,  alone,  do  not  have  the  man  power  of  doing  such  a  thing.   this  caravan  is  carrying  something  of  great  value  and   importance  to  me.   things  of  value  were  smuggled  from  my  ancestral  home.   they  do  not  belong  in  the  hands  of  anyone  but  a  shimada.   if  i  must  die  for  it  here,  then  so  be  it.     ”

“HAVE YOU NOW...” At this point she shouldn’t be surprised at the prospect of familiar faces showing up unannounced, and using her gang to do all the dirty work for them. Had he shown up a few months ago under the same circumstances, she might have been more forgiving. Maybe even let him run off with whatever heirloom he sought, with little more than a chewing out. But that was before a certain cowboy had waltzed on in and tried to pull the exact same stunt. Before her and her gang had been made to look a fool. 

“So you’re expectin’ me to just hand you this valuable Shimada heirloom out of nothing but the kindness of my heart?” A shake of her head is accompanied by a soft tsking sound as she hefts viper up onto her shoulder. “You know that’s not the way it works, Hanzo.”

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In her red dead verse Ashe would NEVER be a bounty hunter, since she views that as working too close to the law. However, as someone who is very much dedicated to the aesthetic, you bet your butt I’m trying to level up the bounty hunter role in Red Dead online so my Ashe online character can look on point.

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slightly nsfw headcanon.

Ashe has both her belly button and her nipples pierced. She first pierced her belly button when she was much younger as an act of rebellion against her parents, and then eventually ventured a little further north in terms of piercings prior to her Deadlock days. Both piercings are still intact, and have not healed over despite the years that have passed since she received both. Some people know about the belly button piercing (mostly because of clothing she may have worn, or if they’ve seen her in a swimsuit), but she keeps the piercings she has on her chest a very private, very intimate secret that only a select few are privy to the knowledge of.

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shirt stuck to his arms and chest uncomfortably and paired with the kevlar vest over club jacket it smothers him worse than any inferno. his body's burning after a shootout. when he turns he notices the strands of hair sticking to her neck and cheek. they lived. the blood pumps hot through his head. hotter still when they take her face and sink roughly onto her mouth

THEY FOUND THEMSELVES IN A GOOD OLD fashioned shootout with a rival gang, a shootout that they shouldn’t have survived, a shootout where the odds were inadvertently stacked against them. Yet here they stood, alive and victorious. The two lone survivors among the bodies that laid abandoned by their enemy.They were alive. They did it, they had won. Her heart pounds loudly in her chest, her breathing is fast and heavy as if there isn’t enough air in the world to fill her lungs. In the aftermath, the adrenaline has not yet subsided and as a result she feels pure electricity coursing though her veins, emanating in a warm heat that is quickly becoming unbearable. And yet she does not move, does not flinch from her spot. She is cemented in place by the gravity of the situation as an overwhelming exhaustion begins to creep in, a sharp contrast to the energy she felt only a few minutes before when they were in imminent danger. 

It’s only when she looks to her partner that the spell begins to break, that she no longer feels paralyzed. Lips part to utter a quip, or to express the relief she feels in that moment, but there is only silence as a pair of strong hands take her face and her mouth is engaged in a searing kiss. A kiss that contains all the vigor of their encounter, that steals the breath straight from her lungs. Fingers fumble against the buckles and straps that secure their vests until she is able to remove the protective layers of Kevlar. Roughly she pulls him by the lapels of his club jacket against her, until not an inch of space is left between them, and she can press her chest tightly against his. Her head is still swimming from the roller coaster of emotions, of the highs and lows that came from their most recent encounter with death. Amidst the fog one thing remains clear, one certainty that will never change: there is no other person she’d rather have as her partner in crime.

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outloyal‌ // ARTHUR MORGAN

“     what  makes  you  think  that  when  they’re  done  with  us,  they  ain’t  comin’  for  you  and  yours ?   ah,  i  don’t  know.   dutch   —   he  practically  raised  me  ‘n  john.   i  wouldn’t  be  who  i  am  today  without  him.   turning  my  back  on  that ?   well,  i  s’pose  i  wouldn’t  be  no  better  than  half  the  people  we  fight  against.   y’ain’t  nothin’  without  some  sense  of  loyalty.     ”          even  still,  arthur  can  see  the  gang  falling  apart  before  his  very  eyes.  the  law  was  close  behind  them,  and  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  before  they’d  end  up  on  the  end  of  a  noose.   maybe  it  was  smart  to  jump  ship,  to  grab  everyone  that  mattered  and  get  them  to  safety,  but  there’s  a  war  inside  him.  his  loyalty  has  always  been  to  dutch  and  making  a  move  like  this  was  the  lowest  of  lows.

“I SEE,” AND THERE IT WAS, the real reason why he was so resistant to her offer. This wasn’t just some job for him, this was his family. Even someone who appeared so cold and unforgiving as her could understand that much, hell what was Deadlock if not the family she’d chosen for herself, a family that been through its own turbulent times and yet somehow risen from the ashes into outlaw legend. The question was, at the end of the day, when the war on the wild west was over and the dust had settled, would the Van der Linde gang be able to say the same? “I hope Mr. Van der Linde returns that sentiment.” She’s genuine for once, her voice adopting a softer tone, but it’s brief and she’s right back to her usual biting edge. “Well, even if I can’t convince you to jump ship completely, that don’t mean you can’t run with my crew on an unofficial basis. So long as you don’t double cross me, or start working with the law, I see no issues between us Mr. Morgan. Besides, maybe seeing how a real gang works will get you to change your mind one day.” 

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blnkr‌ // TRACER

          ❛   B.O.B ! DO SOMETHIN’ !!   ❜   her voice adopts an accent foreign to her, and she places her hands on her hips. she dons an excessively vexed expression. if you ask her, she’s a spitting image of one elizabeth “ calamity ” ashe. that is before she bubbles into a fit of giggles.   /   @rebellock​  ❤’d !

“REAL FUNNY.” It’s said with all the intonation of a woman who is exercising her very last shred of patience, accompanied by an obvious eye roll that made her feelings on the current situation crystal clear. It was bad enough that Null Sector had decided her backyard was their new play ground, but being forced to work with the organization she’d despised for near on 20 years? It went without saying that her nerves were a little more than frayed. If the omnic in question had any qualms about the situation, he kept those opinions to himself, merely blinking in response to the other’s command as he looked between the Overwatch agent and the Deadlock Leader.  “Don’t know what you’re expectin’ to happen, but B.O.B. doesn’t take orders from just anybody, he does what he wants.”