#more like McHelsing

[puttingfingerstokeys]

junkenstein’s revenge prologue

Nanowrimo day 14 Featuring McCree, Hanzo, 76 and Zenyatta Ye olde Sci-Fi/horror  Overwatch, violence, gore, ZOMBLES, death Unfinished and unedited

“Hail!” The gunslinger’s voice echoed off the stone walls of Adlersbrunn’s gatehouse. His horse shifted nervously, her hooves adding to the mild cacophony. The gates were closed and the quietude which reigned over it all unsettled the man, if only a little. A storm was brewing and the pregnant silence before it always charged him in a way nothing else could. He adjusted his hat, tipping it back, to peer upward, wanting to be inside before the maelstrom broke upon him.

He knew darn well no one would be opening those gates before sunrise, but the least they could offer was a place in the guard house. He was an honest hunter, plying his trade. His quarry was not stag or boar, however, but something much more sinister. Whispers of such prey had summoned him to this part of the world, in fact. 

“Who goes there?” A voice shouted down with sharp, menacing volume, almost like a bark. 

“A gunslinger, lookin’ for lodging for the night… an’ maybe some work.” 

The face which peered over the wall spared him only a glance before retreating. “We’re full! Come back when the sun is up!”

As if on cue, thunder rumbled in the distance and the low-hanging clouds which had been threatening all day seemed to move. “Have mercy on a traveler,” he pled calmly with the now-disembodied voice. “Ain’t it the custom in these parts to give aid and succor to weary pilgrims?”

“So you’re on a spiritual journey now, eh?” The voice sounded skeptical, but a little guilty for leaving the man outside. 

“In a manner, I s’pose I am,” he tossed back, a toothy grin on his handsome face. He could almost hear the conflict which raged within the gate guard. How many had come seeking shelter this evening? Was the place really full, or did the guard simply not want to admit anyone? He had not long to wait, however. A golden sliver of light made itself known where the door creaked open a little ways, just enough for the occupant to see who was outside. 

The gunslinger dismounted, holding his beast’s reins in one hand and touching the brim of his hat with the other. “Hail,” he repeated. The door opened slowly and the guard stepped out, armored and tired-looking. 

“You’re the fourth one tonight,” he groaned. “Forgive my impoliteness, won’t you?”

“Long as ya let me an’ my mare in, I’ll let ya drink straight outta my flask, stranger,” promised the gunslinger. The guard seemed to brighten at the sound of the word and he eagerly reached out for the mare’s reins. The beast stood calmly as the hunter of dark things passed them over to the guard, who gestured that the traveler should head right inside. 

“It won’t be but a moment. Your bunk mates are inside.”

The gunslinger doffed his hat and moved into that warm, golden light just as the first droplets of rain began to hit the ground. From within, the sound was a cleansing, gentle sort of thing; outside, he was sure it would have been droning and monotonous. 

A merry fire crackled further in the gatehouse and three individuals sat dispersed about the room, conversing in low tones. These conversations pulled up short as the man entered, spurs jingling, buckles clinking and leather creaking as he moved. “Hail,” he repeated for the third time that evening. “Well met, I hope?”

“Well met, indeed,” came the serene, almost jovial intonation of a strange-looking man whom the gunslinger now realized was hovering a few feet off the ground. His proportions were difficult to gauge, given his posture, but he gave the impression of being quite tall, should he have decided to stand. “Welcome to Adlersbrunn, Mr….”

“McCree,” said McCree, “an’ you?”

“Zenyatta,” replied the doll-like man. In the light of the fire, his beauty was haunting, his face a gentle mask of calm knowledge. The name was as unique as his appearance. 

“There’s usually a last name attached, though I’m guessing that is your last name, isn’t it?” The surly voice did not surprise McCree, given that it came from a white-haired gentleman who looked to be in his sixties. His build was something altogether else. He stood and offered a hand and the two were about eye-to-eye. “Good to hear those drawling consonants, though,” admitted the man with a similar accent that marked him as a countryman, but which was sharp enough to differentiate the region of his origin. “John Morrison, friends call me Jack.”

“Jesse,” supplied McCree, shaking the man’s hand with firm vigor. Their camaraderie was evident already, which brought a sigh of relief and a draining of tension from the gunslinger. The fourth and final occupant of the room had, however, not volunteered his name or hand. McCree’s eyes settled upon him. 

The man was watching the exchange with sharp, dark eyes. His beard and mustache were manicured to perfection and the scar-like quality of his mouth told McCree that he would be the tough nut to crack. “Howdy,” said the gunslinger disarmingly. He noted the weapon propped nearby, a fearsome recurve bow that did not look like it was from these parts. In fact, the entirety of the man’s presentation, from his carriage to the incredibly elaborate tattoo on his arm suggested to Jesse McCree that this stranger, too, was from far, far away. 

“Hmm,” came the man’s response as he looked McCree up and down. His eyes alone settled on the gunslinger’s left arm. He tucked it back a little, resting it more thoroughly beneath his cloak. “How do you do?” 

The stranger’s voice was accented as well, but as McCree had first assumed, not in the way the gate guard’s had been. They were possibly the most diverse group that poor man had seen in his entire time of service. It was probably jarring, but McCree was intrigued. 

“Glad t’be outta the rain, Mr…” He would allow the stranger to fill his name in as Zenyatta had done to him. The stranger did not. He looked hard at the gunslinger, as if evaluating him. “That’d be the part where ya tell me yer name,” suggested McCree, not without humor. The other two seemed entertained by this, but did not engage, preferring to watch. Morrison returned to his seat at a small table and Zenyatta remained where he was. 

“It would,” admitted the stranger, “if I cared to give it. I do not.”

“Well ain’t that just a kick in the ol’ hindquarters!” McCree was not put off by this. If anything, he was more intrigued than ever before. It was only presently that he realized how long the guardsman was taking with his horse and his suspicion as a hunter which drew him away from the bow-wielding stranger to wonder after the guard. 

“Johann is taking quite a long time with your mount, Mr. McCree,” observed Zenyatta, doing exactly what McCree thought he might and hovering over, his feet never touching the ground. Fortunately for Zenyatta and all assembled, Jesse McCree had seen many strange things in his lifetime. Pretty, hovering monks were not the strangest. 

“I’m gunna check it out,” said McCree. “You fellas stay put; that rain sounds bad.”

Morrison shifted, not liking to be told what to do, but liking the pain in his joints from the change in pressure even less, and liking to admit it least of all. He stayed where he was. The stranger in the corner, too, did not move. Only Zenyatta refused.

“Rain is an act of cleansing sent by the heavens,” he said, gesturing upward with one long, uncomfortably perfect finger. “It will do me no harm.”

McCree noticed the rosary about his neck and wondered of what those beads were made. They were large and appeared heavy. He thought that if he wore something like that, he would bruise. The monk did not seem bothered in the least by their presence, or McCree’s glance. His hands remained folded before him. 

“‘Preciate the comp’ny,” admitted the gunslinger, ducking out into the downpour. 

Lightning arced overhead and split the night, followed by a violent peal of thunder. McCree heard his horse squeal over the din and caught the sound of clattering hooves at the last moment before she nearly ran him down in her effort to escape. He tossed himself aside, rolling through the mud to avoid her mad dash. As she passed, McCree caught the whites of the poor beast’s eyes and sent up a prayer that she would get far enough away from whatever was scaring her like that. 

It was only after seeing her flee this way that McCree remembered he was not alone. “Zenyatta!” He called out to the monk over the roaring storm, turning to see if the monk was behind him or if he had been trampled by the mad beast. He was quite unharmed, but seemed to have frozen to the spot, gentle eyes wide, serene expression all but gone. 

McCree turned to see what had caught the monk’s attention and was horrified to witness a shambling, twitching thing coming at him. It was not quick, but it also was not alone. The baleful light in its eyes was joined by others and, despite the downpour, gore was still stuck to faces, chests, and hands. Johann, he thought, dear god.

Energy arced from them, mimicking the lightning overhead, but holding an ugly, supernatural quality that made a shiver run down McCree’s stout spine. He felt on his belt for a flash powder ampoule, determined to drive these things back. His fingers shook, however, and he could not grasp what he sought. One of the creatures raised an arm to strike him. 

Something whizzed past the gunslinger’s head, narrowly missing his ear but taking the shambling thing full in the face and near knocking its head off. The blow did enough damage that the monster fell back, twitched once, and lay still. This shocked McCree back into action and he found and tossed the ampoule he’d sought and fanned the hammer of his six-shooter, bringing down two more of the inexorably marching things before retreating back to Zenyatta. 

“What are they?” McCree heard himself shouting this over the storm, which seemed determined not to allow conversation. Zenyatta shook his head, a strange expression passing over his features before the passive mask returned. He lifted a hand and, to McCree’s wonder and astonishment, one of the gigantic beads of the monk’s rosary lifted with it. A subtle gesture, barely more than a twitch sent the ball hurtling toward its next target, hitting it dead center in the head and snapping it back. 

It fell, but was replaced by another and another. Zenyatta sent two, three more balls into the throng. These projectiles returned somehow, though McCree could not ascertain the method. He was fascinated but understood what little time they had should be spent in retreat, rather than conversation about weaponry and the practical use of psychokinetic magic, for that was surely what this was. McCree was not well schooled in that branch, but he had heard of it and had even witnessed it a time or two. Never, in all his days, however, had he seen it weaponized to such deadly effect.

He was suddenly grateful for the previously observed size and weight of them now. “Thanks,” he grunted, “now let’s git ourselves inside an’ barricade the door.” 

They would not be safe until they were within the town proper, but the risk of allowing those things in was too great. The citizens of Adlersbrunn would not be ready for the onslaught which McCree had begun to realize was much, much larger than first anticipated. Well, he thought, ya came here t’hunt dark things; git huntin’.

[pocket-archer]

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[glysaturn]

I'm still mad about Gabe's second Halloween skin tbh. I'm also glad we got dragon Sym but that vampire skin makes me want 2 die, the whitewashing is so gross...

i’m kind of conflicted about gabe’s dracula because on one hand 1) it looks okay even though i like pumpkin a lot more 2) i like that it’s complementary to mchelsing but on the other hand 1) yes, he already got one before and, like i said, i prefer that one 2) pumpkin/the reaper is canon in the junkenstein universe and there’s no place for dracula, really, so it’s dumb to add him like that 

symmetra’s vampire, though. undoubtedly a terrible skin. and blizz never learn too since they keep doing the same shit with other characters :) and they aren’t going to fix any of that either

[nitewrighter]

Is it time for witch hunter Gabe to call upon his adopted child Van Helsing Mccree because,,, that woul,d be more than perfect

McHelsing is more of like… a protege than his adopted son, and unlike Gabe, he isn’t exactly sworn into the service of the Church. McCree’s situation would be kind of like Trevor Belmont’s in Castlevania–a long line of supernatural hunters that’s been disgraced like 50 years ago so now McCree’s a borderline hobo living on the begrudging good will of the people he hunts monsters for. They’ve worked together a handful of times though. 

Gabriel: -sending message via pigeon- I have a feeling there’s more to this problem than one single witch. Come to Adlersbrunn immediately. This is your new highest priority.

McCree: -writing back via pigeon- I’m still in Vallée de Guillard so it could be a while, but I’m coming. Don’t lose your head. 

[thejackcl]

BOLD ALL PHYSICAL TRAITS THAT APPLY TO YOUR MUSE.

Tagged by: @ironprince Tagging: @lupusrexx, @letagin, @patrict, @sarraqum, @stillhavespots, @antagxnized, @mchelsings

More under the cut because it is long!

EYES (GENERAL):   

LARGE   /   small   /   narrow   /   SHARP /   squinty   /   round   /   wide-set   /   close-set   /   deep-set  /   sunken   /   bulging   /   protruding   /   wide /   hooded   /   heavy-lidded   /   bright   /   sparkling /   glittering   /   flecked /   DULL /   bleary   /   rheumy   /   cloudy   /   red-rimmed   /   beady   /   bird-like   /   cat-like   /   jewel-like   /   steely   /   hard  /  LONG LASHES   /   sweeping eyelashes   / thick eyelashes

EYES (COLOUR):    

chestnut /   chocolate brown   /   cocoa brown  /   coffee brown   /   mocha   /   mahogany   /   sepia   /   sienna brown   /   mink brown   /   copper   /   amber   /   cognac   /   whiskey   /   brandy   /   honey   /    tawny   /   topaz   /   hazel   /   obsidian   /   onyx   /   coal   /   raven   /   midnight   /   sky blue   /   sunny blue   /   cornflower blue   /   steel blue   /   ice blue   /   arctic blue   /   glacial blue   /   crystal blue   /   cerulean   /   electric blue   /   azure   /   lake blue   /   aquamarine   /   turquoise   /   denim blue   /   slate blue / slate gray   /   storm blue / storm gray   /   silver   /   silver gray   /   chrome   /   platinum   /   pewter   /   smoky gray   /   ash gray   /   concrete gray   /   dove gray   /   shark gray   /   fog gray   /   gunmetal gray   /   OLIVE  /   emerald  /   leaf green   /   moss green

EYEBROWS:    

arched   /   STRAIGHT   /   plucked   /   sparse   /   trim  /   DARK  /   faint   /   thin  /   thick   /   unruly   /   bushy   /   heavy

SKIN (GENERAL):    

lined   /   wrinkled   /   seamed   /   leathery   /   sagging   /   drooping   /   loose   /   clear /   smooth  /   silken   /   satiny   /   dry   /   flaky   /   scaly   /   delicate   /   thin   /   translucent   /   luminescent   /   baby-soft   /   flawless   /   small pores   /   large pores   /   glowing   /   dewy   /   dull   /   velvety   /   fuzzy   /   ROUGH   /   uneven   /   mottled   /   dimpled   /   doughy   /   firm   /   freckled   /   pimply   /   pockmarked   /   blemished   /   pitted   /   SCARRED /   BRUISED  /   veined   /   SCRATCHED  /   sunburned   /   weather-beaten   /   raw   /  TATTOOED

SKIN (COLOUR):    

amber   /   bronze   /   cinnamon   /   copper   /   dark brown   /   deep brown   /   ebony   / HONEY /   golden   /   pale   /   pallid   /   pasty   /   FAIR   /   light   /   cream   /   alabaster   /   ivory   /   bisque   /   milk   /   porcelain   /   chalky   /   sallow   /  olive   /   peach   /   rosy   /   ruddy   /   florid   /   russet   /   tawny   /   fawn

FACE STRUCTURE:    

square  /   round   /   oblong   /   oval /   elongated   /   NARROW /   heart-shaped   /   cat-like   /   wolfish   /   high forehead   /   BROAD FOREHEAD   /   prominent brow ridge   /   protruding brow bone   /   SHARP CHEEKBONES   /   high cheekbones  /   angular cheekbones  /   hollow cheeks   /   square jaw  /   CHISELED   /   sculpted   /   craggy   /   soft   /   jowly   /   jutting chin   /   pointed chin   /   weak chin   /   receding chin   /   double chin   /   cleft chin   /   dimple in chin   /   visible adam’s apple

NOSE:    

snub   /   dainty   /   button   /   turned-up   /   LONG /   broad   /   thin  /   STRAIGHT   /   pointed   /   crooked   /  aquiline  /   roman   /   bulbous   /   flared   /   hawk   /   strong

MOUTH/LIPS:  

thin   /   narrow   /   full  /   LUSH /   cupid’s bow   /   rosebud   /   dry   /   cracked   /   chapped   /   moist   /   glossy   /   STRAIGHT TEETH  /   crooked teeth   /   gap between teeth   /   gleaning white teeth   /   yellowed teeth   /   braces   /   overbite   /   under bite   / dimples

FACIAL HAIR:    

clean-shaven   /   SMOOTH-SHAVEN   /   beard   /   neck beard   /   goatee   /   mustache   /   sideburns   /   mutton-chop sideburns   /   STUBBLE  /   a few days’ growth of beard   /   five o’ clock shadow

HAIR (GENERAL):    

long  /   SHORT   /   shoulder-length  /   loose   /   limp   /   dull   /   shiny   /   glossy   /   sleek  /   SMOOTH /   luminous   /   LUSTROUS /   spiky   /   stringy    /   shaggy   /   tangled   /   MESSY  /   tousled   /   windblown   /   unkempt   /   straggly   /   neatly combed   /   parted   /   slicked down   / slicked back   /   cropped   /   clipped   /   buzzed   /   buzz cut   /   curly   /   bushy   /   frizzy   /   WAVY  /   straight  /   lanky   /   dry   /   oily   /   greasy (sometimes)  /   layers   /   corkscrews   /   spirals   /   ringlets   /   braids   /   dreadlocks   /   widow’s peak   /   bald   /   shaved   /   comb-over   /  THICK   /   luxuriant   /   voluminous   /   full   /   wild   /   untamed   /   bouncy   /   wispy   /   fine   /   thinning

HAIR (COLOUR):    

black  /   blue-black   /   jet black   /   raven   /   ebony   /   inky black   /   midnight   /   sable   /   salt and pepper  /   silver   /   silver gray   /   charcoal gray   /   steel gray   /   white   /   snow-white   /   brown   /   brunette   /   chocolate brown   /   coffee brown   /   ASH BROWN   /   brown sugar   /   nut brown   /   caramel   /   tawny brown   /   toffee brown   /   red   /   ginger   /   auburn   /   copper   /   strawberry blonde   /   butterscotch   /   honey   /   wheat   /   blonde   /   golden   /   sandy blond   /   flaxen   /   fair-haired   /   bleached   /   platinum

BODY TYPE:    

TALL  /   average height   /   short   /   petite   /   tiny   /   compact   /   big   /   large   /   burly   /   beefy   /   bulky   /   brawny   /   barrel-chested   /   heavy   /   heavy-set   /   fat   /   overweight   /   obese   /   flabby   /   chunky   /   chubby   /   pudgy   /   pot-bellied   /   portly   /   thick  /   stout   /   lush   /   plush   /   full-figured   /   ample   /   rounded   /   voluptuous   /   curvy   /   hourglass   /   plump   /   leggy   /   long-legged   /   gangling   /   lanky   /   coltish   /  lithesome   /   willowy   /   lithe   /   lean   /   slim   /   slender   /   trim   /   thin  /   SKINNY  /   emaciated   /   gaunt   /   bony   /   spare   /   solid   /   stocky   /   wiry   /   rangy   /   sinewy   /   stringy   /   ropy   /   sturdy   /   strapping   /   powerful  /   hulking   /   FIT   /   ATHLETIC /   toned  /   muscular   /   chiseled   /   taut   /   ripped   /   herculean   /   broad-shouldered   /   sloping shoulders   /   bowlegged

HANDS:    

delicate  /   small   /   large   /   square   /   STURDY /   STRONG   /   smooth   /   ROUGH   /   CALLOUSED   /   elegant   /   plump   /   manicured   /   stubby fingers   /   long fingers  /   ragged nails  /   grimy fingernails   /  ink-stained

[ask-whataburger-young-mccree]

// Some more cheebs! Some are old, but like...i like uploading them in groups of six so i tend to save them lol. most of them are my own muses haha

 @ask-cinemark-blackwatch-mccree @ask-chipotle-deadlock-mccree @ask-cabelas-mchelsing

@ask-spirit-hanzoni @ask-macys-blackwatch-symmetra

@ask-blackwatch-genji

[glysaturn]

McHelsing anon from before hrgffh I really wanna play McCree more because the Texan inside me finds such primal satisfaction in plain a cowboy 6 shooter but Im not necessarily all that good and I dont wanna let my team down (I actually main Mercy anyways so its also a big leap from what In used to) no reason to tell u this just felt like talkin about it

i suppose i know how you feel. i’m an ex mercy main (almost a year now) and i still haven’t learned how to aim. my anxiety is so bad that i don’t even play qp anymore. i don’t know how to deal with it so i can’t really give you any solid advice, but if you want to play mccree, just do it, for him. that's it. i guarantee that people you play with are not like insanely good and if they get mad at you bc of who and how you play, it’s their problem, not yours. this game sucks anyway so just let people be bad. yes, i’m here to die and then feel proud if i manage to get 10 kills, so what. i play mccree occasionally when i feel like i need a change of pace after playing my mains. it’s nice to switch to something calm and methodical after a few rounds of fast and chaotic gameplay.  i am terrible but definitely slightly better compared to what i was like when i just started playing. and. i love mccree. so literally no one can stop me. just like no one should stop you from playing him. it's your experience so do what you want and what you enjoy.

[nitewrighter]

In the Witch AU, what would cause Mercy's eyes to get green?

What, like… in the comic? Well i suppose that green in the comic is a reference to the green ‘spark of life’ crystal she gave junkenstein in last year’s comic, but in my witch AU I tend to color code Mercy’s magic as gold/yellow since she’s more of an amalgam of the mercy we know and love with some witchy talents and 16th-17th century aesthetics. I mean, I’m not stringently following all the Halloween costumes… if I made Torb a Viking, he would be about 500 years out of place and like… I have a limit in terms of the aesthetic of the AU. Don’t worry, McCree’s still McHelsing, Zenyatta’s still Cthulyatta, Symmetra… well I don’t want to get too deep into Symmetra, and Widowmaker’s still a Comtesse, but Torb’s a blacksmith rather than a Viking. Also Mercy’s source of magic isn’t a green crystal in my AU, and there’s hints to its true source in the last chapter I posted.