#jessemccowbae

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@vxlkyrieonline:

@jessemccowbae

     Huge, HUGE shoutout to jessemccowbae, who totally redefined my idea of McCree as a character and whose blog was one of the deciding factors in convincing me to join the Tumblr RPC for Overwatch. They're one of the most talented writers I know, deeply kindhearted, and have a loyal streak a mile wide. Of all the people I missed while on hiatus, they were one of the ones I missed writing with most.

[vxlkyrieonline]

Well hello little fella! Nice to have you on board. I suppose you'll be a support in the field then? You, uh, don't look like the damage-dealin' sort. [jessemccowbae]

o a sure do!!!

but a not for worry!! if a neeb for hurt thos, u can use a!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

u see a v talemt..... a pls to halp u!!

[igeon-sagiiya]

Look, I'm not gonna tell you not to do ANYTHING, because I've been 20 before and I know that'll just make you more likely to do it. But I will kindly suggest, as someone who has hurt himself trying to lift heavy things before, that you maybe try doing it on base with some kind of back support and possibly medical assistance on hand. [jessemccowbae]

I think there was a promise of a Nanny boost before I attempted this, too? Also, yeah, I’m definitely having people around. Everybody needs to witness this accomplishment.

[junker-radio]

Cereal

He was freezing his arse off, but it was worth it to have some Lucky Charms. He sat in his tattered shorts and Mako's pink and baby blue sleep shirt (his now) and kicked his legs out with each new note he took. It was hard eating cereal with a fork, but he was DETERMINED, damnit. He heard someone shuffle in and considered hiding the mouse slippers he was wearing (K-mart didn't have any rat ones, but Roadie got his One Size Fits All Pig slippers, no fair), but decided it wasn't worth it. Everyone looked humiliating at 3am. "G'day! Magical deliciousness?" He offered chirpily without looking up. @jessemccowbae

[the-turret-is-my-child-blog]

Back to Building

With everyone seemingly distracted or away from the watchpoint, Torbjörn decided to take some time to tinker. He knew he had to start working on some parts for the Shimada brothers, who seemed too accident prone. A leg for the eldest, and some miscellaneous parts for the younger. He’d have to ask Jesse for some pictures of Hanzo’s still present leg while he’s visiting so he can make a duplicate. As for Genji, he’d send Reinhardt a message, asking for information regarding what needed done. Whilst waiting for responses from the two of them, he decided to build something small and easy, to get him into the mindset of his work. He settled on a toy robot, like the ones his father had, before omnics were around. It was simple, just a matter of gears connecting together and screws in the right spot. Once he was done, he let it march around his work table, while admiring his handiwork. It reminded him of a simpler time, and the times he spent with his father, before his untimely death. Just then, his phone buzzed, pulling him back to the present.

[vxlkyrieonline]

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Angela had already been wandering around for a little while (the building was so big, and so empty!) when she heard footsteps behind her. She wasn’t sure what sort of people would be in a building like this one, with its fading paint and dinged-up metal walls, but someone had to be better than no one, right? She could run very fast, if they weren’t nice. Curious, she turned around.

It was a cowboy.

A cowboy. He had the hat and the boots and the belt and everything, like he had stepped straight out of one of those old movies Opa liked to watch. Like someone had just gone straight back in time and brought him back with them and plonked him into the hallways, so out of place surrounded by grey metal and fluorescent lights instead of desert sand.

“...Yes,” she whispered, staring at the man as he crouched down. He smelled like smoke and he spoke English, and not Swiss German. That made sense for a cowboy, but all the labeling in the hallway was in English too, and that made no sense for Switzerland. And her parents were nowhere to be found either, and she didn’t know what was going on, she didn’t know this person, she didn’t know what this place was for, she didn’t know, she didn’t know-

Her lip wobbled, but she set her chin stubbornly and blinked hard. No. Crying never fixed anything, Mama said. If she didn’t know something, she should do her best to find out, not give up and stop trying.

“Yes. I’m lost,” she said again, a little bit louder this time. Her English didn’t sound like his - his was all twangy and American, the vowels drawled long and slow - but she did her best. “Do you work here?”

@jessemccowbae

[vxlkyrieonline]

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#*whistles innocently* 

Really, Jesse? Isn’t it a bit tacky to reblog sexy images of your ex? :P

[vxlkyrieonline]

Damage Control

“Jesse? Can I come in?”

The downside of following one‘s friends on a blogging site were, of course, that you were always inadvertently witness to all of their activities, pleasant or no. Most of the time, it was not an issue, but most of the time, interactions were not so emotionally draining that one could get tired simply reading along without even participating.

The upside was that you could be there for them far more quickly.

It was barely a few minutes before Angela was knocking on the door to Jesse’s room, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate. He had mentioned he was already drinking, but, well...it never hurt to have a slightly less damaging alternative. She shifted, rocking backwards slightly, sighing as she mulled over the whole fiasco one more time.

If only Reaper had not inherited Gabriel’s penchant for the dramatic...

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