💀 / calamity.

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HI MANNA ILY this is the ONLY one i got but !! i love u a lot n i’m happy u can hear her beautiful amazing sexy voice in my writing sobs !! im wheezing ive been write her for ….so long even outside of this blog but LMAO i can talk about her for hours i have develop her sm but most don’t care !! u make me happy for caring even if u dont kno overwatch much sobs ur THE SWEETEST n i’ll forever stan ur eugene n all ur muses cause ur AMAZING AT ALL OF THEM !! im in awe of ur talent n i ADORE U FOREVER !! 

💀 /  @deadeeye​ :  ❛ Did it hurt? When you fell out of heaven? ❜ i'm sorry. i'm so sorry                             .ﾟ☆ﾟ.  ╼  PICK UP LINE MEME !!    

       HINT OF A SMILE ON RED LIPS ACCOMPANIED BY A SHORT LAUGH -- amused at least in tone but she shakes her head as if to silently call him an idiot, hand placed against her hip as she shifts to one side.

       ❝   did it hurt you t’say that ?   ❞

@deadlockcr​ – cupid shuffle!

     for a few blissful minutes after he sees it in a street vendor’s stall, mccree smiles at the little teddy bear clutching a big red heart to its stomach. he even buys it; along with a brightly-coloured, heart-shaped card to write some stupid, sappy message in. SORRY FOR LEAVING THE GANG BEHIND :) MISS YOU GUYS BUNCHES!, maybe.

     he’s gotten a deep inhale or two of the perfume that seems to have been poured over just about everything at the stall. it’s sweet at first – and just about one of the best damn things that mccree’s ever smelled. it brings a smile back to his face, makes him feel nostalgic for days gone past despite not recognizing it at all. 

     but on a second inhale, it suddenly goes sharp, bitter, and sour. mccree winces and rubs his nose to get rid of the vile smell. but it’s too late. whatever message he’d been thinking of writing before is completely gone from his memory, and the writing that graces the card instead is an angry: SORRY YOU HAD B.O.B RIP MY ARM OFF CUZ YOU’RE MAD ABOUT NOTHING!!

     it’s terrible, obviously, and somehow manages to top the list of the worst gifts mccree’s ever given out for valentine’s day. it’s even worse still that he decides to go out of his way to find ashe and hand-deliver it to her. it involves sliding into the barstool next to hers, ordering two drinks ( both for himself ), and dumping the aforementioned terrible bear & terrible card into her lap without hesitation.

     “guess they don’t make presents for petty, back-stabbin’ socialites who can’t let go of a grudge.” are the first words out of his mouth after a long, long moment, and he nods vaguely in the direction of the words LOVE YOU BEAR-Y MUCH! sewn into the bright pink heart in the teddy bear’s hands. he polishes off a drink in one gulp and swirls the other in his hand. “makes you a real tough gal to shop for. but i just had to get you somethin’.”

       MINDING HER OWN BUSINESS -- SHE GUESSES -- COMES WITH A STEEP PRICE because now she has to seemingly deal with some kind of weird tantrum mccree’s having when all she wanted to do was attempt to drink her day away. && her glass slams back to the table, nearly spilling as she moves to catch the “ presents “ so gracefully thrown on her lap. fingers pull the cigarette from her lips, holding it between polished nails as she moves to read over the card.

       ❝   well, gee, mccree -- ain’t you just the sweetest t’come on in here && make sure to beat chivalry t’death with yer own two hands.   ❞

       oh -- she already had enough to be angry about && he was the one that always had this eerie talent of triggering her temper so well -- though the scent of the bear wafts into her through smoke exhaled on plump red lips && in an instant it’s much, much worse for the both of them because now she suddenly feels like sharing all that rage boiling inside her. hand slams the card down onto the counter hard, knocking her glass over without so much as a flinch -- a bitter laugh seeping from her.

       ❝   oh -- i’m sorry. did i say two hands ? i meant ONE ! maybe i should just get him to rip off the OTHER ONE NOW ! but since we’re on the topic a’ back-stabbin’, y’ever get a good, long look in the mirror, jesse ? ‘cause i’ll tell you right now -- no one’s ever left the gang after you an’ got t’keep their lives.   ❞

       a turn in her seat to face him further, still settling the bear on her lap as she takes one long drag from her cigarette, fist slamming back to the counter after.

@deadlockcr​ – sc. 

     there’s no mistaking that woman – hair as smooth and soft as freshly fallen snow, with eyes and lips a sharp red contrast, like blood spatter against a snowbank. a bad omen, surely; a sign of disaster to come. calamity. 

     “well now, what are the odds of that? us meetin’ again in a place like this.” already he’s got a cigar between his lips and a lighter steadily igniting the end. he’d never say no to a little nicotine, but one could always use a little extra when having to deal with ashe.

     “hope you didn’t come lookin’ to pick a fight, sugar. i’m unarmed.” he pats the space on his hip where his revolver should be sitting. “and you wouldn’t kick ol’ jesse while he’s down, would you? so maybe we can just chat. real civilized-like, if you remember how.”

       RED EYES SCAN OVER HIM, STUDYING TO SEE IF HE’S REAL -- for as long as she’d been here  (  both in && out  )  she’d never seen him come into this place. guess her luck ran out -- && it spoils her already terrible mood from the shift from home back to this place yet again. an annoyance -- even if the scent of him was infuriatingly familiar && doused in a frustrating nostalgia. god, she needs a drink already.

       ❝   we both know i’d gladly kick you while yer down, jesse. lucky for you -- i’ve got my viper with me. but even luckier for you, i’m not lookin’ for a fight. today. so go on an’ count yer lucky stars, mccree.   ❞

       venom drips from red lips -- a scowl now gracing her features in contrast of her looks -- && she isn’t entirely happy. last run-in with him didn’t turn out well for her && the wound’s still fresher than the one he’d left on her so long ago, his appearance only digging at old sutures, torn to shreds now.

 @deadlockcr​

As Bruce approaches the condo he tsks himself for having lost time. A month was a long time to blank out on and now he found himself scheduled under new living quarters. Upon entering it seemed a little more spacious. Though Bruce didn’t expect to spend a lot of time at the residence, he did make it a habit to know the people he was required to room with. With movement in the kitchen, he ventures further in to find one a woman rummaging through the cabinets.

“You must be one of the roommates.” Hopefully. He has the proper posture of the blue-collar type, dressed in a fine suit now that he had access to his money. Bruce extends his hand. “Bruce Wayne, I’ve been moved into this condo. You are?”

      NEW SURROUNDINGS AREN’T HER IDEA OF FUN -- luckily she’d been housed in this particular ward before so it wasn’t the biggest jump. what was a jump was the shifting between being here, being home, then being back -- one that’s put her in a sour mood for as much she’d missed her gang  (  the gang that was gone now  )   && she has to resort back to doing everything herself because her butler is tiny again && attempting to help with meal prepare in his state on the counter. though red eyes pull from what she’s doing -- attention pulled on someone who is clearly of money just as herself  (  she knows the types -- she'd grown up among them  ). hand meets his in greeting -- perfectly manicured nails && yet signs of work underneath well taken care of skin  (  the best moisturisers money could buy, of course  ) -- practised, business-like in only the most upscale way.

💀 /  @acerbicaccoster​ :  ❛ Can I hit you in the face… ❜ He got too nervous to finish.                              .ﾟ☆ﾟ.  ╼  PICK UP LINE MEME !!    

      LIPS PURSE INTO CONFUSED SCOWL, EYEBROWS KNIT as crimson eyes scan him for any ounce of sanity that could possibly be seen. there’s no sudden motion from her -- only the slow raising of her rifle, placed over her shoulder as she stares down at him.

💀 /  @sterrenlied​​ :  🌟 = Who is your muse’s favorite family member, why? / ✨ = How important is family to your muse? ( All aboard the pain train )                       FAMILY HEADCANONS !!    

🌟 = Who is your muse’s favourite family member, why?

she grew up isolated -- the only person who gave two shits about her was her best friend && butler until she ended up branching out to jesse later in life but her childhood was empty. sure, she had riches but she was bullied for her looks -- which she took into her own hands to settle with violence because that’s the only thing that shut anyone up -- && her parents neglected her emotionally. she doesn’t have a favourite family member && she enjoys running the ashe family name through the mud with her exploits -- she still uses that name to burn it to the ground as she pulls bigger && louder heists over && over. the ashe name is dead to her -- her family is dead to her.

but her new family she’s made for herself -- found family -- is worth everything to her. she’ll say she won’t pick favourites but everyone knows she cares about b.o.b more than she cares about anyone that’s ever existed. he’s her best friend, the only one she’s ever opened up to && knows her past && all her secrets. he was the one to pick her up when she was arrested -- her parents never came, of course -- he’s been the one that’s been there for her, even through jesse’s betrayal && her heart break. he even came with her when she left to pursue a life of crime. she cares for him, she patches him up && he’s there for her no matter what -- they’re ride or die, they’re a duo && a package deal no matter what. in the end, people come && go but b.o.b will always be the only family she needs.

✨ = How important is family to your muse?

it’s the most important thing in the world to her. she makes it a point to bring together the lost && outcast into her gang as a new family. she frames it exactly like a large family -- && she doesn’t take kindly to people trying to leave that family because of her issues with her own. it’s so important to her that people who betray her -- people who leave her behind -- are killed by her own hands. she makes sure of it as part of her creed includes punishing betrayal. she takes care of every single betrayal herself.

all but one.

💀 /  @flynni​ :  👌 = Does your muse think they are/would be a good parent?                        FAMILY HEADCANONS !!    

that’s such a hard question for her. does she think it ? no. absolutely not. she feels like she’d be the worst mother in the world because she doesn’t have the first clue on how to be one. she didn’t have a good role model for it. hers left her behind && forgot her -- even on her birthdays -- so she acted out && hated the world && shut everyone out where she could.

in a way she made her own family once she’d left the ashe estate -- she has her gang now but the thing with her is that she tends to rule with an iron fist now. she could never keep people around her with genuine sadness or tears or the pain she expressed so she acted out, got attention in the only way anyone would show it to her -- FEAR. you follow her rules or she’s GONE. YOU are gone. she doesn’t waste time with people who don’t follow what she says now because it’s the only way she feels that she can get that attention on her -- get that love && care && importance she was neglected from all her childhood.

she knows that. she’s aware. which is why she’s so terrified of having a child of her own. she takes in strays && outcasts all the time but they’re grown usually && she can take care of people but at the end of the day they follow her one little rule. children you rear aren’t like that -- they’re something to be raised && loved && taught that they’re special.

all she knows is the things she never HAD. she knows that’s what she’d give her own children if she ever had them -- she knows that’s what she’d want && she’d be exceedingly stubborn with it because she HAS to be better than her own parents. you’d catch her DEAD before she ever even THOUGHT of neglecting her child emotionally or otherwise.