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Eeeeeey, I’m not completely dead. Just. Exhausted.

  Doodled a little bit of AU Genji goodness for @odxchi 

Happy birthday, darling! 

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Source (X)

     "Don' much like doctors." He offers a tight smile, the pain was starting to get to him now as he watched Hanzo's expression. The knowing and the flash of possible curiosity or concern. "I'd hypothetically be seeking out someone I  trust, y' know."     His arm shifts across his middle, one gloved hand covering the portion of his side wholly saturated in blood now. "O'course, 'm fine." The cowboy nodded and lifted his eyes to Hanzo again, smiling softer than before as he shifted to subtly lean himself against a wall. "Just... Just a bit tired's all, Darlin'. Nothin' to worry about. Promise."

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      It felt like such a loaded question and for a moment Genji had a frightening worry that maybe he had read the entire situation wrong, that Jesse had only meant as friend and that he had just completely read the entire situation wrong. He wouldn’t be surprise though because Hanzo had often commented that he didn’t pay enough attention and as painful as that was to think about, maybe he was reading this all wrong because why would Jesse want to be with him?

            “Y-Yes… yes, I– I thought…?” Oh, fuck. Had he got it wrong? Oh he had, hadn’t he? Genji quickly spiralled into a fall of shame in those few seconds between words. Oh what had he done?

      A few seconds later, when Jesse continued his train of thought, Genji was certain a piece of him had died off in that and horror between trying to work out if he had done the wrong thing, said the wrong thing. Jesse sounded stunned, which might have been sweeter if Genji wasn’t all that sure why Jesse would want him either. Pity maybe? Latching on to the one other clear mess of the small team? That he could understand.

            “I do,” he managed, wary to say much more because everything was yelling at him that this was a trick. He so badly didn’t want it to be. He wanted Jesse to stay next to him, just sit with him and stay close and listen to him the way he used to and talk long into the night in places no one else could get to. And yes… he wanted the flirting to come back uncloaked, wanted to feel safe and welcome again despite the itch to cover up.

            “I know I am not… I do not have a lot to offer people but I–… I do want to.”

     Every broken part of him knew what Genji was doing to himself internally, because Jesse also tore himself to shreds. Ribbons. Tore himself down to the smallest possible thing he could be, and refused to fully rebuild each time he did it. Not because he didn't want to be good or to get better. But because he couldn't figure out how to come back from certain crushing blows.     Slowly he turned his gaze over Genji, nothing but consideration and adoration in those whiskey hued eyes. "Genji." Jesse reached out and gently touched the other's visage... He was concerned for the younger man withdrawing sharply from him, but he also did not want to think that Genji would. Because he wanted to touch him... Wanted to be gentle and intimate with him... And he wanted Genji to feel comfortable with him again. God he was such a fuckup for ever trying to be possessive in the way that he had been.      "You have more than you realize." Jesse murmured, his voice a whisper but that southern drawl was not far from that tone. It couldn't be far, because he couldn't control it. And if Genji liked it, he wouldn't control it anyway.       "Then..." Carefully he let his hands glide down the cyborg's jaw and gently over his neck until they could hold and gently bracket his shoulders. "Then be mine, Genji Shimada. Be... Be my boyfriend... Please?"

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Your Muse finds mine unconscious on the ground. They’re not waking up and their breathing is shallow. Put their response in my inbox.

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Sexual Sentence Starters

1: Can you help me with this zipper?

2: Why wait any longer when we can fuck right here?

3: I’ve never gotten a lap dance before.

4: I don’t mind if we sleep in the same bed tonight.

5: One last fuck before you go? For old times sake.

6: Deny it all you want. I know it’s me you think about when you’re horny.

7: All I want for my birthday is you naked in my bed.

8: I bet you look even better with your clothes off.

9: Give me three good reasons why I should even consider having sex with you again?

10: Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.

11: I don’t have enough. Is there any other way I can pay you?

12: We got drunk and had sex. I don’t see why ________ needs to know.

13: You want to kiss me where?

14: I’ve actually never tried that position before.

15: We have to hurry. ______ will be back soon.

16: I would love to sketch you sometime. Only without clothes.

17: Why don’t you undress me with your hands instead of your eyes.

18: What makes you think I’d ever fuck you again?

19: Get on the bed. You know the drill.

20: Just wait and see what I’m going to do to you once I get you alone.

21: You say you’d be the best fuck I’ll ever have? Prove it.

22: I’d hold onto something if I were you.

23: You haven’t had sex in how long?

24: You’re really going to make me beg for it?

25: Are you going to eye fuck me all night or do something about it?

26: I can’t stop thinking about the last time we had sex.

27: This cock isn’t going to suck itself, you know?

28: Can you hand me a towel? I’m a little wet.

30: You want to have sex here? What if someone catches us?

31: Let me show you why we should stay in bed.

33: I see you started without me.

34: It seems I forgot to wear any underwear tonight.

35: Hate me all you want. You can’t deny how good the sex is.

36: You look tense. Let me help you relax.

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  Kat is giving you (as usual) MUNday photos on every day except Monday. Pfft.   So I still need to make the belt buckle and a soul patch, but I did some test shots of my casual McCree for Anime St. Louis coming up in a few days. Still a few things I want to fix about the wig (color mostly but I don’t have time to order a new one) and other pieces. BUT, enjoy the silly cowboy Kat.

 Happy Saturday!

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“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

@hellwrcith Tilting his head up, the cowboy smothered his half lit cigarette and allowed a slow… Sly smile to overcome his features. If he were any good at pretending he wasn’t aware of what went on with Gabriel, not to say he wasn’t good at pretending just poor at lying to his commanding officer, maybe he could have pulled off that I am completely innocent and had nothing to do with anything look. “A lawyer, huh? What kind'a trouble’d you get yerself into this time, hombre ?” No way in hell he was going to take the blame if it outright had nothing to do with him. Which it very well could have.

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Request for C3!

Aw dont embarrass the cowboy..

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Desperado

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

chivalrousxhybrid :

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

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MUN-DAY ASKS

01: What should we call you?

02: What other communities do you RP in?

03: Do you have more than one muse?

04: Which days/times do you get the most writing done?

05: Do your IRL friends/family know about your RPing?

06: How old are you?

07: What languages do you speak?

08: How long per week do you estimate you spend on RPing?

09: Which writer(s) inspire you?

10: What is your spirit animal?

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Try to seduce my Muse.

Then they will respond and rate you:

Never been less turned on | Ugh no | I’d give you a try | Yes, yes, YES | I’M READY NOW DAMMIT

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Reblog if it is okay if your muse is hurt, severely injured or tortured in RPs.

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“Fuck” Sentence Starters

Angry

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck this.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck that!”

“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”

“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”

“Shut the fuck up.“

“Get your fucking act together.”

“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”

“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Who stole my fucking shit?!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

“Get the fuck over it.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Sad

“Fuck life.” 

“No, I’m not fucking over it.”

“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”

“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”

“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”

“I fucking miss him/her/them.”

“Who the fuck cares?”

“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”

“I fucked up my own life.”

“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”

Insults

“Fuck you!”

“I fucked your mom last night.” 

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?” 

“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?” 

“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Wow, that’s fucking small.”

“Get the fuck over yourself.”

Sexy

“Fuck me.”

“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”

“I’d fuck you all night long.”

“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

“Fuck–faster~”

“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“F-fuck–please–~”

“I’d let you fuck me any day.”

“You better use a fucking condom.”

“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”

“Fuck, it’s big.”

“Let’s make a fucking baby.”

Situations

“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”

“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”

“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”

“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”

“What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”

“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”

“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”

“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”

“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”

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Protective sentence starters??

because visualizing muses in these situations generally equates to puppies guarding each other and its wonderful

“No, don’t do that it’s not safe.”

“You’re scared of that, aren’t you?”

“Don’t touch her/him!”

“It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you’re like a foot shorter than me, you know?”

“I will always step in between you and something like that.”

“Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”

“Do you think just because my feet don’t touch the bottom of the pool that I need a floatie?”

“The stepping stool is unecessary.”

“I’m not apologizing for what I said to that asshole/jerk… He/she was saying terrible things about you.”

“If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.” 

“I don’t want to put you in that type of environment.”

“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”

“You could have been hurt.”

“I indirected him/her on Twitter for your honor.”

“I think you should leave this type of thing to me.”

“I’m gonna protect you.”

“You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”

“I’m not leaving you alone.  Not now, not ever.”

“Let’s all watch a different movie.  This one freaks her/him out.”

“I get where you’re coming from dude, but honestly shut the hell up and don’t talk about her/him that way.”

“She/He isn’t an object.”

“She/he told me what you did, and all I’m gonna do is tell you to stay away.”

“You don’t know anything about her/him!”

“What?  You think that was funny?  You just insulter her/him, and expect me to laugh?”

“I’m not gonna let you put up with that.”

“Really, if you told me to I’d go punch them for you.”

“Wait, let me walk you home.”

“I’ll drive you, please– please don’t go like this.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“I meant it when I said I would protect you.”

“I’m not stepping aside until you back up.”

“It’s too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on.”

“I’ll go see what the noise was.”

“Stay on the phone with me.”

“Promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.”

“He/She did what to you?”

“I won’t let you go through something like that again.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m trying my hardest to do everything to keep you safe.”

“Stay behind me.”

“I promised your mom to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid tonight.”

“I love you.  Of course I’m gonna defend you like that.”

“No, he/she isn’t good enough to take you out.  Trust me, I know.” 

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?”

“I’ll be okay, because I know you’re back here ready to step in if I need you.”

“Thank you for always sticking with me.”

“I’m really worried about her/him, but I don’t think he/she wants me to call.”

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

“Like, I don’t expect to ever have to take a bullet for you, but I would.”

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Despite the almost hilariously frustrating circumstances that had brought Arcade here, amongst these people, he found himself settling in… well, reasonably well enough all things considering. It had never been his intention to find himself working with an organization such as this one, but fate - if you could call it that - certainly had a sense of humor when it decided to meddle in his life. Every time he thought he’d figured things out, every time he thought he was finally comfortable, things changed.

As it were thankfully he was not alone in cleaning out what was left of the medical ward. He might be no agent by any remote form of the word, but how anyone could plausibly work in this mess was beyond him! The term organized chaos was fitting enough… but he made due, cleared out what he could.

At least he was able to work on his research during the moments when he wasn’t helping monitor the agents out on missions. So engrossed he hadn’t noticed that someone else had appeared, not until the knock on the door frame jarred him out of his metaphorical zone. Blinking once an almost sheepish half-smile appeared and vanished across his expression, noting almost immediately that whoever it was hadn’t really wandered on. It was enough he pulled himself to his feet from his chair, brow furrowed slightly with some perplexity.

Quite frankly a blond head popped from around the corner, gloved hands still holding the treated vials of caustic acid he’d been working with. “Hello there. Do you need something?”

One brow raised slightly as he glanced over the man. Stranger. Someone he’d yet to have met - someone he’d yet to met doing this misshapen adventure his life had nose-dived into. There didn’t seem to be any injuries that were necessarily too server from first glance, but he knew firsthand how very wrong that could indeed be as well. “Come in, make yourself comfortable.” A pause. “Well, as comfortable as is plausible. I realize this probably isn’t a place one typically considers the highlight of their day going to.”

     The good old excuse of 'Sorry, nobody was home so I left a note and high-tailed it outta there' was not going to work on his commanding officer... Or maybe any of his team. The cowboy was about as reckless as they came, but he wasn't stupid. A blond head popped up shortly after his little knock at the door jamb, smothering any hopes for at least trying to make up the excuse.       "Ah, hello there." Jesse offered, a crooked grin slowly wending its way across his face at that somewhat sheepish half-smile starting on the man's features. Maybe he wasn't up and operating yet. There was a hope. And with as messy as his work space was (immediately the gunslinger knew that it was not in fact his fault, the place had looked like severe weather had ripped through it half a dozen times), maybe his hopes were coming closer to becoming reality? Fat chance of that.      "Yep." Two steps were taken to get him inside of the place, his heels clicking and those spurs jangled with each movement. Successfully marking off the 'visited' the... Well he could have been a doctor, Jesse didn't know one lab coat from another. "S'posed to come get clearance to return to active duty." Both hands--well one hand and the stub of mechanics that used to be his left arm--swept gracefully over his beaten up and bruised torso before his hand planted upon his hip, the other fell to rest hidden beneath that red and golden serape.

      With a glance around the place, he found himself a neat little place to perch, his heels digging to rest against the cabnets beneath him. "You ain't wrong about that, at least the company seems relatively pleasurable. Name's McCree." Removing his hat, he set it down at his side, carefully balancing it on... He glanced at the glass briefly before shrugging... Whatever it was, and carded fingers through his dark hair. "Had a run in with some bad men, got a little tore up. Nothin' I can handle, but because agents are apparently hard to come by right now, it was mandated that I come see a medic. You are a medic, right? If not, you can just chicken scratch on a stickynote or somethin'. I'm sure they won't know the difference."