#notmorricone

[itsraiyninmeteors]

Does this look like a face of someone who’s going to pester her twin brother?

Of course! It’s her job, after all.

[mgicunleashed]

@notmorricone​ from

     ♥ℳℯ𝓇𝒸𝓎;;– She brought her hand up to her lips and laughed slightly. How ironic. ‘ It’s alright, Jesse, I practically forgot myself until a little while ago. Friday sounds perfect, does between 3 or 4 sound good for meetup time? ‘

[unfrgivenxfrgivensins]

@notmorricone First starters

     🏹ℋ𝒶𝓃𝓏ℴ;;-- There was a long silence as Hanzo stared off into the distance. The other had approached him, he just hadn’t acknowledged them. It wasn’t very long before he decided to break it with a faint “mm” before looking at the other. ‘ Is there something you needed? ‘

[positivelyow]

@spitefulpumpkin:

@notmorricone & @notsuzume

     These two are probably one of the biggest power couples in our community. They are deeply invested into their portraits, work hard on their story lines and - on top of that - are two adorable dorks. I miss you, guys ;;

[hopeiveryoverwatchocrp]

@notmorricone continuing from (X)

Hope coughed blood out of her mouth. Her wrists bound in front of her, she glanced up at McCree. “I’m sorry, Jesse. . . I tried to hold him off,”

The bounty hunter pressed his gun against the back of her head. “Not another word out of you, am I clear?” He growled before returning his gaze to McCree. “Your bounty. I want all of it. Pay me, and we go our separate ways,”

[primedspecimen]

@notmorricone from here

“Really? I thought you were sculpted out o’ gold, mate! Or at least painted with gold paint over a money-mache frame.”  Jamie took a big swig of his beer, shaking his head a little with a giggle. Sometimes he forgot how much stronger the beer outside of Junkertown could be.

It was probably for the better that Jesse avoided the darker topics. While the Aussie might not have been reduced to tears, he was still a hot mess of emotions as volatile as his twitching fingers. “A party?” He snorted and leaned back into his seat, spinning the liquid in his bottle with more interest than he probably should have had. “The fuck would I even invite? I got Hoggy an’ maybe Ashe. But from what I understand, you two ain’t on the best o’ terms, eh?”

He paused for a moment, as if processing the rest of the cowboy’s statement. “Aw, ye can play an instrument? Me too! I can play Hoggy’s theme song on it. Also know a sheila back home who can play one o’ those flyin’ saucer lookin’ things with the dents in ‘em.”

[ciaosucker-a]

he isn’t paying attention, texting in a modified bentley -- his precious -- and he looks up in time, almost hitting some sort of... cowboy? in king’s row, at this time of year? he skids to a stop and rolls down the window. “ oi mate, mind watching where you’re going? ” he angrily barks out at him, knowing that it was entirely his fault. 

[terikaeshite-blog]

considering that man that walked into the room was someone that he trusted more than most,  genji’s guard was not up  (  not to the extent that it was around less familiar people  )  --  especially not to a physical gestures like a hug.  to make matters worse,  he is pulled entirely off of his feet into a bear hug by the cowboy,  leaving him kicking his legs like a child throwing a tantrum.  ❛  w --  ❜  clutching at mccree’s arm,  he was stuck between trying to pull his arm away  &  worrying that he would be dropped onto the ground just as quickly as he was lifted. 

      turning his head to check the expression on the taller’s face,  he was surprised to see that instead of his usual smug expression,  a big smile was there instead.  lightening his grip at his arm,  he instead rested his hand there  &  allowed for the hug to continue.  a soft huff came from beneath his visor,  just to show that he didn’t approve of the gesture,  but neither was he continuing to fight against it.       /       @notmorricone