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[txt: Currently Doing That] It’s the nice, expensive kind too <3

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“ have you eaten today? ”

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"Ah. Happy Father's day." Cue a curt bow, before he would extend his arms, presenting a present-- a bottle of just about the most expensive sake Hanzo could find. The packaging alone seems luxurious enough, let alone the actual bottle, a fitting gift for someone like Sojiro Shimada. [ have it !! i'm still suffering from my hangover but i had to throw u a thing uvu ]

    oh, how he hated fathers day. it often reminded him of what a failure of a father he truly was. one child that didn’t care, and another who he was putting through hell to follow in his footsteps. he’d kept out of the way, a faint mention of a dinner later for him and the boys was nice -- but whether or not he wanted to do it was a different question -- but as hanzo handed over the gift to him, sojiro gave a gentle smile and bowed his head “ thank you, son. “ even if he considered himself a failure, he couldn’t be happier with how his boys had turned out. loyal, passionate. wonderful, even with their faults “ you should not have.” he muttered as he unwrapped the gift “ this is rather expensive, and your money should’ve gone to better things.”

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     "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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      “For … that long?”

 Hanzo has to voice it out loud. Though it’s not so much the length of how long he had been asleep as it is the fact that the first thing he noticed upon waking up had been the sharpshooter, sitting next to the bed, with expression he could only describe as worry.

        Hah.

 Worry over him? Hardly. And yet as McCree speaks, it dawns on him. He sits himself up a bit straighter, wincing while he does so—right, bandages, before he gives up for now, exhaling a sigh. Could have always been worse, though, right?

        “I … ah … McCree, you need not worry, I will be alright.”.

⌠♞⌡ ;;  “Shouldn’t be so surprised, darlin’. Bullet to the side’ll do that to you.” Despite the light, amused tone, his eyes are soft with concern, and Jesse has to remind himself that Hanzo probably doesn’t wanna be touched -- so he stops himself from reaching out to do so. God, but he feels pathetic like this. Hanzo’s in the clear, sure, but it’s hard not to fret.

“Easy, easy.” And this time, he does reach out, hand on Hanzo’s shoulder to keep him from moving too quick. “Doc said you’re gonna be on bedrest for a week at least, try not t’ move too fast.”

Jesse let out a small, nervous laugh, removing his hand as Hanzo spoke to run his fingers through his own messy hair. Brown eyes averted themselves, fixing instead on the hat in Mccree’s lap.

“Too late for that.” He licked his lips. “I’m jus’ glad you’re finally up. D’ y’ need me t’ get you anything? Glass o’ water? Some food? Pain killers?”

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     He sat, knees drawn up to his chest and gun in his hands as he watched the entrance to the overwatch base casually. It wasn’t, he promised himself, that he was paranoid. Nor was he waiting for anyone. It wasn’t-couldn’t be that. A low sigh worked its way out of the gunslinger and he glanced down at the gun he was cleaning, looking up again when the doors opened. 

     “If ya were aimin’ to go to the meetin’, you’ve missed it,” Jesse drawled without looking to see who it was.

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          the initial sos had been sent mere moments ago, but a quick glance and check of her allies positions quickly told her she was nearest to it’s vicinity. the shimada, of all people, needing assistance -- had his younger brother been present on the battlefield, she would have ignored him. genji was always the first to respond to his elder sibling, without fail. but given the circumstances, she had no choice. he needed assistance.

                    “responding.”

          the single word would give him assurance, give him patience knowing that aid was on its way. considering he’d somehow wandered into no mans land, at least away from the main heat of battle, it shouldn’t take long to pinpoint his location -- and it didn’t. there he was, crouched low to the wall, hands bloodied and teeth cut tight in a grimace. he wasn’t stranded, he was injured. it tightened her chest, pace quickening as she hurried over, tucked down to the ground before taking a knee next to her bloodied comrade. immediately, satya is pulling free bandages and gauze, knowing that before they could get anywhere near safety, hanzo needed prompt medical attention. 

          “i am here,” she spoke to him softly, voice low albeit reassuring, an attempt to avoid the attention of the scarce talon agents running past his seemingly perfect little hideout. her well manicured hand rested against a heavily tattooed forearm; the one holding pressure on the wound she had yet to lay eyes on. “let me see, i will help you.”

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( text: Jesse): Jesse, I am sorry, I– ( text: Jesse): The mission had proven more difficult than anticipated. ( text: Jesse): I had not have had time to respond until now, my apologies. 

[Text - Archer]  Are you okay? [Text - Archer] Are you hurt? Did something bad happen? [Text - Archer] I swear to god if someone hurt you...

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✆ ✿ aaaaand ♀ B))

texts | accepting @honordriven ( going for the Blackwatch boys for this ♥ )

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

     [ sms ; 7:01AM ] So do you take eggs sunny side up or scrambled?     [ sms ; 7:04AM ] Also do you want it in bed? Consider it my treat for all the work I’ve been having to pull you through. An appreciation.

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

     [ sms ; 10:56PM ] As it seems I’ve got time off. As in the rest of the evening. And I know for a fact I haven’t given you a job to do recently.      [ sms ; 10:57PM ] So, should you be interested, feel free to pass by my room; I’d be more than pleased to have a more… intimate get to know with you.

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

     [ sms ; 12:00AM ] Hanzo, I want to preface this with the fact that you’ve made me happier than anyone else could have. I really, truthfully, do love you.      [ sms ; 12:00AM ] But there’s a reason I sent you away from the base.      [ sms ; 12:01AM ] I really hope you can find someone more worthy of you in your life. Don’t grieve when the news comes through. Keep pushing on. Take care of any other Blackwatch you find scattered around for me.      [ sms ; 12:01AM ] As it stands, this will be my last contact with you, and the end to our relationship. I’m cutting you free of it, of me. Live your life, and do what it takes to keep happy. Smile and laugh; I always loved hearing your laugh.     [ sms ; 12:01AM ] This does feel a little hollow, I’ll admit, but it’s the best I can do. For what it’s worth, thank you for everything. This is goodbye.

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//When @honordriven‘s Hanzo gets home:

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@honordriven “After zero consideration, I’m happy to say, "hard pass.”“

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        “ what are you doing? “

     being out in the gardens to meditate was calming. elders constantly on his back -- well, it was just enough to really push him to some time to himself -- but as far as he was aware, hanzo should’ve been working. maybe his own mind had been off upon other things to notice, but there’s still a hum and the elder shimada sighed

          “ shouldn’t you be working?”

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send me “-👕” to catch my muse without a shirt on

He might have planned it. 

Timed his training around Hanzo’s schedule, Jesse waited until he knew the archer was coming around the corner towards the target range before shucking off his shirt and tossing it to the ground beside him. He stretched, muscles on show for the man he was currently interested in.

“Oh.” He acted almost surprised to see Hanzo, turning to him and smirking languidly. “Fancy seein’ you here, Hanzo.” He as a good liar, when he chose to be. But now he didn’t need or want to be, and didn’t mind if Hanzo saw through his little facade. 

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(kicks down the door) MOM HOLY fUCK!! Okay, wowie guys. I didn’t think I would make it to 200, or even 100 for that matter. But, that thought has been put to rest, and it’s on to the next milestone! Let me just say I’ve made some pretty awesome friends and mutuals on here, while I am nervous to talk to them, I care for them and love their writing. And with that, I’m gonna list some pretty rad people.

❤  DEAR MUTUALS   ❤ These awesome mutuals are people I may talk to from time to time, may have just met, or some I talk to often! I don’t want to single anyone out, so everybody say ‘love’!

@absoluteneed @angelton @alalkomeneis @audcty @azurehcarted @batomos  @beautiihurts @breakiitdown @blutraces @bulletlocked @castsmagic @cauchemarred @cautionled @chaosgiven @chatesquenoirist @chronal-anomaly @comitatum @coniiuratus  @daggeriisms @datatheft @deathwalksamong @devcta @doctorscrders @doomfreed @enlicht @fyrelion @gravityxchampion @goldkiiss @guardtyped  @hackeaar @hackedpower @hailme @hciwa @hcncrbound @honordriven @ikcrus@kaboooms @kamai-tachi @kitanosuzume @koisuruku @laviperae @licnhardt @lvbug @marksmcn @mccnstrucked @mechfighter @menfet @mercurexveine @mettatoniic @meteorstruck @mewmewkissyqt @misspauliing @naturaltyped @nerfitz @nerfya @niyantran @nuitveuve @oppcrtunist @pcekeepr @ppharaoh @prodigiouschild @rapidrecovery  @rcmedy @revvolver @riobeats @simple-geometry @sixbang @skeletonhacker @slingerscng @slipstrcam @slipstreamcd @solitcire @snsdva @stormarrows @s2dva @talariis @ttaube @technotranquility @timeruins @umkhuzi @vasvvani @vclnteer@velocter @vepalsa @wakairyuu @warcommanded @warhacked @warpledged @warvirtue @whitelaced @wolveswrath @wundertater

❤  ADMIRED FROM A DISTANCE  ❤ These blogs are ones I’ve followed for awhile and I love them from afar. @asthebeatdrops @climxtologist @hameya​ @latrodectae​ @novasurge @pharahsmom 

I think I got everyone! Thank you for those who’ve been here since the beginning of my tiny sideblog, to the reestablished blog, and to those who recently followed! I may not be as active as I want, but whenever I’m on, I’m happy to see awesome writers and friends! 

Thanks again! ❤ Zoe

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Maybe they shouldn’t have taken this route across the sea, especially since it was known for being unpredictable. Maybe they should have just stayed back at the bar and enjoyed a few more Beers and Whiskeys, getting drunk before sleeing on the dirty floors or singing sailor songs until the sun went back up on the sky. But they had done it. They had left the harbor, had pulled up the sails, had planned their new adventure, and nothing had pointed on the possibility of bad weather or even thunderstorms.

But it had happened anyway.

Just within the blink of an eye heaven had darkened significantly and the wind started to blow around them roughly. Their sails soon were ripped, waves crashing against the wood of their boat, flowing on top of the deck. They had tried everything to somehow make it through the extreme weather...

But in the end nothing had helped and with the next crash of waves, their beloved swimming home was doomed to sink. Men went over board, surely drowning in the merciless water. Jesse managed it to hold on for a little longer - seeing his crew getting lost and eaten by the thunderstorm - before his own hands slipped away from the wet wood, his heavy frame getting swallowed by the sea.

Even though he tried - there was no way for him to swim back up onto the surface. The waves were too high, the movement of the water way too strong and unpredictable. He was still struggling, of course he was, his lungs burning up with every second that went by without new oxygen to fill them. This was Jesse McCree’s end. This was how he would die. Swallowed by the sea. Well, there could be worse ways to die for a sailor, right?

He started to feel dizzy. And cold. Damn, so cold. Who could have known that one was even able to feel it like this while dying? It was interesting, really. Especially the hallucinations he seemed to have next - the picture of a creature was starting to form in front of his heavy-lidded eyes, seeing blurry thanks to the water surrounding him. It had a long tail, dark hair, like a Merman. Like in the fairytales. God, he was really, really pretty.

That thought was the last he had as the picture became pitch black, and the small smile forming on his lips would stay there as he lost consciousness in the deep sea.

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honordriven replied to your post: lowkey honest real question but; at what point...

honestly, for me it’s when you absolutely don’t feel like you connect with the muse anymore. if you want to explore the muse further and still feel like you can write things you can get invested in, if��� whatever you write doesn’t end too boring, it’s still worth to keep going imo. maybe take a small break (i know i did) or redo the same muse elsewhere— for me, i was having a bad time on my previous hanzo blog but i am actually really loving to write him again anew!

ahhh i feel like most people take it the ic route and i’m the polar opposite where i let the ooc get to me. which is actually interesting to me to see, don’t get me wrong! because every time i’ve walked off i have always still had the muse and the drive to write; it was the ooc feel i got that made me walk off because of how highly i value ooc communication and how i’m personally viewed because i know that can skew how people you know even interact/follow. so it does really adverse the ic route and makes it all drop off if ooc people start to dislike you heavily which is something i try to work on and better. i’m open to criticism of me as an individual; if i do something wrong or bad i want to know so i can work on it and change that.

but it is interesting to see that a lot of people focus on how they feel ic writing the character vs the focus on the ooc part. kind of makes me wonder if it’s on me here or not but! all different perspectives to look at and that is what i did ask for so thank you!! ♥