#deadlockled

[herguile-m]

✎ ??

         (   🐰   )                                 im gay & blizzard has given me a gift .

( warm-ups . // @deadlockled )

[olutojuogun]

deadlockled replied to your post “.”

ashe vc: it better be armani :\\\\\

akande vc: i would not wipe myself with armani.

[amesyeuxrien]

deadlockled replied to your post “"Why is everyone calling me 'dummy thicc'?"”

cause your ass cheeks clappin' alerts the guards

“hrrrgnh”

[outlawshootist]

@deadlockled

  “You’re makin’ somethin’ complicated int’ something simple an’ it’s complicatin’ the whole situation even more. This isn’ black an’ white...”

[twotailshakes]

deadlockled replied to your post: Voyeur or Exhibitionist? Loud or Quiet? Face to...

l-listen…

“Yes, honeybun?”

[herwillmadereal]

@deadlockled 

              “Ah.... Miss ‘Calamity’, is it? MOIRA D’EORAIN. Absolutely charmed.” the geneticist greets openly as she steps into the saloon-like bar, each and every one of her movements flowing and free-form, as if she had every right in the world to be standing before the matriarchal gang leader, her left hand extended in concise, matter-of-fact preciseness for her to shake. 

“I am well aware that you are a v e r y busy woman, so I will make this meeting as brief as I possibly can to avoid blatant interference with your plans-- I have no intention on making myself an enemy of yours by any means, if at all possible.“

                “I am approaching you to extend a hand, so to speak, in the hopes that you might be willing to consider joining TALON’S collective-- and if that is not possible whatsoever, then I’d like to at least request hashing out a compromise, an a l l i a n c e , if you will.”

“-- Please, let me know when I’ve lost your interest, love; I’ll be on my way right quick.“

[uilechumhachtach]

Smooch pwease ??

{ kisses | closed }

Moira has grown quite fond of the leader of the Deadlock gang.

It doesn’t come as much of a surprise- from their first meeting, there was a strange sort of electricity. Moira admired a woman who knew how to take control; Ashe could respect someone willing to risk everything to achieve a goal. Similar, yet different. Since then, their arrangements have formed a pattern.

The Deadlock gang delivers on a request for goods. Moira thanks them for their diligent service and pulls Ashe away to pay her. When they are alone, they collide; Moira’s hands in her white hair, pulling her close, their lips crashing together, Ashe biting her bottom lip until it hurts. Smirks. A glint in Ashe’s eyes as Moira drops to her knees, taking the other woman’s pants down with her, pressing hot kisses against her thighs, up and up until, well...

Moira gives them cash, of course. The rest... she’ll call it a tip.

When the time comes for Moira to depart, there is no need to exchange words; she simply places a final kiss on the corner of Ashe’s mouth. Softer now. A parting gift- a silent wish good luck, until they meet again.

[chronal-anomaly]

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Questions || accepting

“Who were your parents? Are you mad? Are you scared? What was baby McCree like? Did he suck on hay? Did he accidentally shoot something he shouldn’t have? Where’d you learn to do your makeup so well? What’s your last name? What’s your middle name? –what, your name can’t be Ashe, what’s your first name? Where’d you get your hat? Where’d you learn to shoot, or ride? Where are you from? 

–Do you love me?”