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BOB DO SOMETHIN

muns interpretation || accepting

♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character?

haha god no. people tend to boil her down to just this angry out of control idiot child but she’s actually rly collected in her voice lines n the way she’s described in her biography tbh n in her origin. she’s calm n calculating n jesse just happens to have the ability to get under her skin not to mention her gang was being fools cause he showed up, which she comments on, so she was under a lot of stress n yeah she has a big temper but she’s not an idiot n she’s not going to approach people like angry at them or insulting them at first meeting unless they’re doing something to her or messing with her or her territory ??

like she’s a manipulator n idk u can’t manipulate someone once ur being a huge cock to them ?? like even with jesse in the short she starts off cool n collected n even sarcastically flirty like shes not ?????? a ball of anger n insults all of the time she’s not like that with other people who cant get under her skin like jesse can ?? if that makes sense idk she’s scary n she’s very strong woman leader n i wish people wouldn’t take that away from her n make her weirdly childish n just /only anger/ /only one side/

like she…united all the gangs in the american southwest despite there being blood brutal battles between them – shes a businesswoman she knows business she knows how to work people shes not just anger hh

♤ Has your muse developed to be different from their canon selves through roleplay?

i mean yeah probably there’s not much in canon about her tbh ?? just like….all other ovw characters lmao. i trying to always keep to canon but i put my own where it’s not written n also my own interpretations !! ive not had her long enough to drastically do much tho yet

✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?

probably the aforementioned stuff i wrote lmao but i also don’t think she’s this infallible person who is always like /angry/ cause she’s a person like anyone n tbh emotional neglect rly fucks a person up regardless of income but the fact she’s so angry at people who betray or leave shows she has some attachments n things n that she’s /human/ so let her be n let her be the badass female leader she is ??

also let her be albino let her be a minority in a way like ?? makeup exists eyebrow treatments exist ?? i wore makeup when i was very little too ngl like it’s rly not that farfetched ?? n treatments exist for problems that occur, she’s insanely rich like immensely rich

i didn’t care much about her at first other than the fact i was intensely gay for her when she showed up but now im growing so fond of her lmao i don’t mind her background sometimes u just wanna do crime n sometimes things dont need to be insane overdramatic reasons to be terrible n that’s just life ?? 

The bloody sun hangs low in the sky, red and violent and all judgingas the eye of a wrathful god. In such arid heat, with the earth parcheddry, withering life into dust, he thinks any sane man would escapethe gaze of such fury by seeking shelter in the shadows. The onlyclouds he sees are the ones kicked up with every step he takes untilhe comes to a stop in the open, forcing his will against a land thatwould suck him dry and leave his corpse to the vultures.

Some such vulturescircle him now, the silver chrome of their vehicles still blindingunder the caked layers of mud and dust. He’s outnumbered andoutgunned. Even if he doesn’t see their weapons he can certainlyfeel at least several trained on his person, eyes that are far morediscrete and hidden than the one that stares unblinking down on them all.

The woman is theobvious leader, small and lithe but against the sun her shadowstretches far and away, turning her into a towering monolith ofstrength and power. She smiles at him, lips brighter and redder thanthe fiery skies, those molten eyes of hers burning like embers underthe wide brim of her hat. Giovanni might not care for the oppressivestare of an imagined deity, but there is real fire in the gaze ofthis one woman.

He finds himselfsmiling in return, dust-stained and sweat soaked as he is, his usualpristine and sharp suit having turned grey and worn by a journeythrough hell on earth. This is her territory, she and her people havecarved themselves a means of life within perdition, they know how tosurvive with the attention of an unforgiving god on their backs. Sheand her kind are precisely the people he wants.

d amn.

what? this is canon

m y eyes hut so bad asdjosdf they should’ve added it as an option instead tbh

come get some kisses | accepting

14. a sad / crying kiss 

Sniper didn’t exactly think his actions through as he jumped down from the ledge he was perched on. The moment his feet hit the ground, a jolt of pain ran up his left leg but he threw himself forward, rushing toward Ashe.

There was probably a better way to react, seeing his boss - his friend, his close, dear friend - after a hell of a fight. The both of them were bloody, bruised, there were burns on Victor’s pantleg and soot on his face, his nose bloody. He only made the soot mark across his cheekbones worse with the way he rubbed his hand over his face, the dirt and ash mixing with tears he tried to fight back.

“Please,” he said, choking on his words, unable to finish what he wanted to say. His hands found her shoulders as he nearly fell forward onto her, clinging to her.

She’s here, she’s alive, she’s breathing, he kept telling himself.

They were both okay.

That’s what mattered.

Still, the relief that coursed through him at seeing that Ashe was at least standing was enough to make his shoulders drop significantly. With that, he pulled her toward him, pressing his ashy, tear-wet cheek against hers as his shoulders then began to shake with relieved sobs.

Each time he tried to speak, his throat tightened up and his words died before he could even begin to articulate them. Instead, he expressed his emotion with a long press of his lips against her cheek, then quickly beside the corner of her lips. Once, then again, tears washing the grime from his face as he pulled back to rest his forehead against hers.

He didn’t want to push that boundary that was there, didn’t want to make things strange between them.