#okobvi

[lunabeaner]

cinnamon, mauve, blush, plum, chartreuse!!

OK BUT

I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

[atomic-shipping]

✉ for mccree if that’s okay? ❤️

Send me ✉ and I’ll write you a love letter as one of your F/OsHeck yeah of course!!

“Well how’s my favorite huckleberry been? In between the long nights, and the fightin’ with these nutjobs over at Talon and whatnot, it’d soothe my heart to be held up next to you. You eatin’ alright? Gettin’ enough sleep? Sure hope ya’ are. Keep yourself safe, alright? Love ya, darlin’. - Mccree

[lopships]

the word generator gave me "burn". 👀 for anyone?

i immediately thought of the song from hamilton, so here’s some angst based on this part:

“You have married an Icarus, he has flown too close to the sun. You and your words, obsessed with your legacy, your sentences border on senseless– and you are paranoid in every paragraph, how they perceive you. I’m erasing myself from the narrative, let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted when you broke her heart; You have torn it all apart, I am watching it burn.”

Your eyes lost focus as you watched the water in the sink run from red, to pink, to clear. The tissue trembled in your hand as you pressed it to your palm, where your nails had dug in so deep they had broken skin.

You didn’t understand. 

Your back pressed against the bathroom mirror, but the cold didn’t make you shiver. Images of the Gotham clock tower crumbling to rubble flashed through your mind, the way Xander’s voice sounded the last time he spoke to you on the phone, how far away he was from you even now.

Xander… no, that wasn’t his name, was it?

You didn’t know who he was anymore. To think you never had, understanding but not comprehending that his brother’s (his brother, by god, you never knew he had one) gas only brought out the potential for what was already there, to begin with was nauseating. 

You remembered reading books about estranged soulmates, who’d lost their one and only to time and death and disease, but what happened when you lost them to themselves? When they drifted so far away from even the name you knew them as, that you couldn’t recognize them anymore?

Sirens wailed outside. There was an evacuation order on the city. You left your bathroom, madly thinking that maybe, just maybe, he’d think to come for you. You knew he wouldn’t, and sat down on your couch, watching the blank television screen, listening to people scream and cry on every floor of your apartment building, listening to the sounds of a city unearthed.

You had no intention of leaving. You’d rather go down in flames with the city than stand from afar, watching it burn and knowing that you would always partially be to blame for it.

You pressed a cigarette between your lips and sat back against the pillows, your lighter lit and making smoke. You took a deep breath and flicked it closed, feeling hot tears sting in your eyes.

“Jesus christ, Xander.” You exhaled softly, your fingers trembling. “What have you done?”

OPEN: Pick a word from this Word Generator, give me a character or two and I’ll write a short drabble!

[lopships]

💖💖 + one for jerome, one for jeremiah!

doin two asks to catch up to the last hour i missed but

jerome

i have some revamped hcs so lets go

we actually don’t catch each other all that often. it wasn’t even confirmed we were a thing until like, the moment he was being convicted to arkham with his face on ice

it was basically “are we in love with each other”

“is now really the time”

“no, but its never gonna be”

“i guess we are”

its hard to visit him in arkham when im a sidestep away from being put in indian hill or blackgate at all times what with the cat ears and all

hugo strange has had his eye on me since day 1 but

we managed to see each other every now and again 

then he broke out and i was available to the legion of horribles

basically im more like a lapcat than an actual villain

i just kinda watch them do their thing and make commentary

when it comes to actual hands on work, im good at keeping the car warm and pointing out flaws in the plan from an outsiders perspective

i can take care of myself when push comes to shove so j doesn’t worry about me much

jeremiah

oof angst

so this is a soulmate au. we became soulmates after ecco found me in the supermarket lmao. this was when he was in hiding and going by xander wilde

she was his twinflame so she Knew basically, and introduced me to him by proxy

i was nervous ofc and sort of disappointed that id probably never be able to have a normal relationship but. cant look a rich, handsome recluse gift horse in the mouth

the small visits i had to his bunker every week were things i really cherished. our talks were awkward and stifled at first but eventually we clicked and it was as the universe intended

until, of course, divine intervention

after the gas hit him, i didn’t really recognize him anymore. some nauseated part of me understood that the gas only brought out a part of him that was repressed and dormant. his truest nature.

he,of course, still loved me. in a mad, obsessive way

basically constantly pursues me in the spirit of love and i constantly evade him

[lopships]

mouse and bear + jerome!! :3c

does your f/o get shy and quiet when flustered?

no, not at all. he gets a little caught off guard, then jumps right back into it, much more enthusiastic than he was prior.

is your f/o cuddly?

he’d never admit it, but yes, for sure. he’s the clingy type.

CLOSED: self ship asks - animals

[lopships]

"the sky always looks different when i'm with you."

“What does that mean?” Jerome scoffed, making a disgusted face as he put out the cigarette you’d given him on the tile of the roof. You looked back at him, quietly realizing that he would never understand what you meant, not really. 

“Nothing.” You settled on, the ache in your chest growing ever stronger as you looked away.

OPEN: Send me the first sentence of a fic, and I’ll write you the next five.

[lopships]

hey i freaking love jesse mccree with all my heart and soul?? he is my everything! he's so big and strong and handsome, but also so silly and charming and skilled at everything he does!! he's my papi, my hardened cowboy, and he has so much good in his heart despite what he's been through. i love him so much and i just want to kiss him and nuzzle his beard and hold his big hands forever!! even the metal one!! i want to kiss his fingers and tell him that he'll never be alone. we're in it for life!

that’s cozycore, baby!

OPEN: Gush to me about your F/O and I’ll randomly assign you a Pantone color.

[lunabeaner]

💍 for either of my boys? 💕

It was around evening time, the sun just setting, both you and McCree sitting on the roof of the town’s local bar. Both probably not supposed to be up there, but that defiantly wasn’t going to stop either of you. The brown haired male took a big swig of his drink as you both talked about the things you did that day, laughing about it.

It was all so sudden.

“Hey, Witsch? Wouldn’t it be great if we… Just got married?”

“Huh?”

He definatly caught you off guard. You were just talking about something totally different, not romantic or anything of the sort. “Well, I mean, wouldn’t it be different?” He bumbled, tilting his hat forward over his eyes, trying not to look back at you. His face was vibrantly red, almost as red as the poncho he was wearing. “In a.. GOOD way!” He quickly sat up straight, causing you to chuckle a bit, lifting his hat off his head, causing him to turn to look into your eyes. 

“Darn it, I can’t resist that face.” He mumbled under his breath, leaning forward to kiss you on the forehead. “Marry me, won’t ya?”