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GOOGLY EYES EMOJI.... is nyone still here.... long story short , ive been playing ovw again & i watched brokeback mountain again &... yeah... Guess Whose Cowboy Muse Is Back
describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.
@jibushin @peacebreak @harmomnic look what yall made me do. smh.
good morning
her eyes flicker over to him as he speaks, showing her attention, even as she looks back to the would-be criminal. a short, barely audible laugh accompanied by a smile leaves her when he says ‘misjudged’. she would say more than misjudged, but she instead opts to stay quiet as he continues, introducing himself in the process.
snow chick was certainly a new nickname, though she can’t exactly argue against it when she has a weapon that produces icicles in her hands. she shifts it slightly in her hands, the thought to reload it coming to mind. she does so, while tearing her gaze away from the criminal, over to McCree. the name sounds familiar, but she has to sift through hazy memories that feel miles away at the moment. a few moments of thinking bring her to a very sudden 'a - ha!’ moment, as she recalls someone who had been recruited shortly before she had left for Watchpoint: Antarctica.
he was a criminal, that was the most she knew of him, not exactly someone she would have considered letting join Overwatch, but she had trusted Reyes’ and Morrison’s judgement all the same. her smile widens a bit, might as well be civil despite his past,
“ snow chick is one way to put it … i would prefer if you called me Mei, though. ” her smile fades slightly at the thought of cryostasis, and she fixes her sights on the criminal once more, “ no need to apologize for the cryostasis incident. it isn’t like you caused it. in any case, it’s nice to meet you, i suppose. i would have preferred better circumstances, though … ”
❛ same here , darlin’ . never like havin’ t’ deal with petty criminals- reminds me too much of how i coulda turned out . ❜
chapped lips refuse to betray his smile , favoring it as opposed to the frown he wished to display . jesse still was having trouble figuring out the angles mei saw the world from , how she had changed from the stories he had heard , how she differed from what the textbooks relayed of her scientific discoveries . in his mind , scientists were supposed to be calculative , focused only on increasing efficiency , favoring numbers to emotions . but through his amber eyes she seems so full of hope , flying on the belief that good people truly exist .
that was an idea mccree had abandoned long ago . but perhaps she was already helping to instill that thought in him- the idea of her ever hurting someone unjustly refuses to flicker into his mind . it was almost startling how someone associated with things so very cold could be one of the nicest people he had ever talked to . he follows her lead & reloads his own gun before holstering it again , picking back up the soda he had dropped .
with all the confidence of a man who hadn’t just shot a criminal in front of a dumbfounded cashier , he places the soda on the counter . a scarred hand points to the wall of cigarettes , southern-drawl accompanying him as he asked for a pack of his favorite brand . once he manages to pay , he takes his bag & looks back over to mei , hoping to abandon any awkwardness between them .
❛ so where ya headin’? i’m on my way to san antonio t’ pick up a bounty , but i ain’t gotta . ya seem like someone i wouldn’t mind hangin’ around with . ❜
my friends are the worst people i know. kinkshame @wcstern for this
howdy partner wanna share your crop secrets with me? i really like your crops and its impressive how well they've grown
aww shucks partner, you just gotta maintain a positive attitude and have the right fertilizer. if you have any more fun questions, swing by my way whenever you like!
“ you’re wrong ”
❛ hold up now , who’re you t’ decide what’s right an’ wrong ? ❜ smoke lazily waltzes on the edge of his cigar , every exhale bringing forth a rhythm the silver haze cannot resist . he lets the unforgiving sun swallow his hat , allowing his face to be drowned in a comfortable sort of shadow- if they never saw your eyes they could never see your intentions . brain & calculations are still working out what exactly he wants from this exchanging of words , what he needs the outcome to be . but finding it still as ambiguous as the dim sparks he always allowed to loiter near his tongue , he found an uneasiness festering inside of him . ❛ you ain’t in any position of authority over me . ❜
👍 bru h i really love your mccree's swagger. you got a really nice rhythm to his dialogue & his attitude. it's just ??? mccree ?? across the board. i LOVE IT. also your headcanons with young mccree & how he grew up & how he came to be the man he is now -- top notch my friend. top notch
send me a ‘👍‘ if i’m doing alright / accepting
MOM HOLY FUCK okay like NO JOKE you’re one of my favorite writers out of literally every writer ever??? like. not even just rpers? like holy fuck who needs wilde or wolfe when we have eri??? your characterizations & way of twisting words & phrases to better fit the scene you’re trying to paint is STUNNING??? & your reaper is just…. holy fuck…. so amazing…. i absolutely adore talking & writing to you & NGL im tearing up a little bc i try a lot to develop young mccree & how he is & i just…. it means so much coming from you honestly?? THANK YOU SO MUCH <3333 bye i’m also dead now…
I HEARD YOU GIVE THUMBS TO PERFECTLY CHARACTERIZED COWBOYS AND I CAME AS FAST AS I COULD. 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍
send me a ‘👍‘ if i’m doing alright / accepting
here take this photo of me rn likE HONESTLY TYSM ILY????
👍 No pressure!
“are you finishing that or…?”
five word prompts / @junkas
❛ well , was plannin‘ on it . ❜
amber eyes had laid their distinct gaze on the sandwich held in his hands , trying to weigh out what the right thing would be . everyone knew the wasteland of the outback , of junkers almost killing each other over things as simple as food , & he couldn’t help but feel sympathy for jamison . especially how thin he looked compared to the rest of them- he supposed giving him the rest of his sandwich couldn’t hurt .
he handed the half eaten food over to him , hoping that somehow it would show a measure of good will . they were both outlaws & murderers , mccree once even sharing in his love of chaos & destruction . jesse had changed long ago , but from that he knew it was more than possible for fawkes to as well . maybe all he needed was someone he knew he could trust .
❛ but i don’t need to . jus’ take it , you need it more than me . ❜
five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
"just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
"really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
"zero fucks given. next please.”
THE DIM light about him cast sharper slates of shadow onto him. blackwatch ran deep, they said. no one in blackwatch knew the full story – not like the man at the head of it all with a thousand RED beating threads ( each strand pulsated with a harmony with him at the very center as he felt every VIBRATION across the latticework of human connectivity & ignorance ) connected to his temples.
& yet still, the persistent itch at the base of his skull, thousands of feathers fluttering & gathering before reyes smoothed over his expression with a clinical tone:
‘ what you did was compromise two agents who spent the latter part of the spring siphoning INFORMATION from behind enemy doors / had you not wasted your shot, horwitz would’ve been back with us while ellegar finishes up her round of reconnaissance, looking to come home safely after arranging her own death in two months. i’d avoid her – she’s pissed off at you. ’
it was supposed to be a simple mission to keep his agents’ cover. it was supposed to reinforce their supposed loyalties. NO ONE on that strike team knew about horwitz or ellegar’s situation, but reyes TRUSTED his men to be smart. he led agents, not SOLDIERS – the latter followed orders, the former was a little bit more clever. operations like these were more political than anyone really liked. an endless games of saccharine alignments & the game pieces that only he could understand.
‘ you have no idea how to read a human being other than to see if they’re going to shoot first or at all, do you quick draw ? ’
dull oculi fixed their dim gaze on reyes , searching for meaning in the canyon scars running across his face , or perhaps mccree was staring right back into his commander’s own hues . precision had never been a necessity in his life . he was used to untamable fires licking up brittle grass , to the distant silhouettes of mustangs against desert skies , he was used to the unknown , & he was used to thinking quickly . tactics eluded him , & instead he welcomed risk & opportunity with open arms . but he knew what was expected of him now in such a political task force , in a team of highly-trained professionals he had to think quick , but he had to know when to lay low as well .
‘ you implyin’ i need t’ know , comandante ? all that matters is if someone’s gonna try an’ pull somethin’ . anythin’ else is jus’ ... how do you say ... innecesario ? ’
a mix of a half southern/ half mexican accent was clearly written on his tongue as he continued on , still needing to smooth out the bumps in his english . deadlock had taught him enough english to get by , & he hoped blackwatch would help him at least hide the fact it wasn’t his first language . his cigarillo finally ran out & he flicked the stump to the ground , smothering out any last embers with his boot . he returned to looking back at reyes , but there was something different in his stare this time .
it was less a mix of annoyance & apathy , more dancing along the lines of a need to learn how to improve . he longed to know how to read a situation , how to have some strategy other than going in guns blazing , or following a prior debriefing . he needed a teacher , & the man before him appeared to fit the bill . while he was hesitant to show anything but resistance to blackwatch , to do anything to give them expectations , he figured there was no way he was getting out of it alive . might as well play along for the time being .
‘ but if ‘s so importante , y’ could show me . ’
❛ really , with my LINE OF WORK it’s a wonder i’m not an ALCOHOLIC . ❜ then , a smirk was apparent on chapped lips . ❛ oh wait . . . ❜
@ancdyne ☠’d
nostalgia surged / fable woven : he sits upon the precipice of worldly change and feels , all at once , the burdened weight of what is surely to come . muted contentment sings through him in strands of delight at the thought of once again braving the world he had sought many years prior to save alongside numerous allies whom he consider the closest of trusted companions tucked in his heart . it warms him to see them once again even in such dire circumstances and to think he will once again march into the fray by their side … well , he can think of far less pleasant places to be , least of which is to greet an old acquaitance . ❛ mccree . ❜ the name speaks of rusty disuse but the relief in his voice is genuine beyond doubt : he offers a simple nod in greeting . ❛ it has been too long , my friend . ❜
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the years had left mccree restless , twirling in a drunken stupor with none of the grace of the smoke that danced from the end of his cigarillos . he had no direction , he was a saddled horse with no rider , a wild mustang suddenly in control of his own reins . his mind gave itself over to whiskey , but his gun was for sale , & the quickest draw in the world no longer served the side of the law . when the call to rejoin overwatch echoed into his mind , ricocheting like a pistol casing dropped on the floor , he was quick to hop on a train back to the base . here he was again , back with genji & the others , finding his home & family none the worse for ware .
a smile crossed ash-stained lips at the mention of his name , tongue dripping with his drawl as he replied simply with , ❛ far too long . ❜ but guilt tugged at his stomach , remorse weighing down on the corners of his smile as he remembered all that had happened . he had ran away as soon as reyes uttered the word ‘rebellion’ & left before the fall . he never even said goodbye , & never even learned what really happened . ❛ . . . sorry i hightailed it outta there . did uh . . . did you get hurt in th’ explosion ? ❜ the question had slipped out , an outlaw slipping through the sheriff’s fingers , & mccree mentally scolded himself for asking . what if the answer was yes ? he already had morrison’s death hanging over his head , he didn’t need genji’s suffering too .
fun things abt my m.ccree’s body
he has several bullet scars in places that look like they were close-calls. he’s sorta proud of them honestly.
he has a lot of scars on his back and chest, plus some more minor ones on his hands
he has burn marks around his feet, ankles, and shins from a close call in a burning building during his time in deadlock
he has cigarette burns around his neck and arms mostly. they’re from his abusive dad, but if you ask he’ll make up some other story.
he has several deadlock brands on his body as well, mostly on his back. everytime he botched a mission, they gave him a brand so he wouldn’t forget. he has four.
he used to have a full sleeve on his left arm, and the top part is still there. it’s mostly roses, guns, a sheriff star, and skulls.