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[anathesniper]

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[grumpyoldsoldier]

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The world thought Jack Morrison was dead. They weren't far from the truth, he just happened to be above ground. The fight in headquarters wasn't what people thought. The explanation had been Jack's fault, intentionally. Reyes had bitten him. He could feel his body changing, dying, become the same sort of monster Reyes had become. If he could destroy them both, he would die as a human. He wouldn't take life, which Reyes seemed fine with.

It hadn't worked. The change had gone too far. Apparently vampires weren't as fire-prone as the myths implied. Not much changed from how things would have gone if he hadn't been turned. He put on the mask. Let the world think he was dead. He could move in secret. Hunting the one who'd done this to him. Carrying the burden that without taking life, he'd never survive. With each passing year, he became more like that which he hunted. But he would never take innocent life. He'd never allow those he fed on to become like him.

He was back in Los Angeles. A tip that the monster now known as Reaper had been causing trouble. It didn't seem like Gabriel to return home, but it couldn't be ignored. In the end, it turned out to be a bunch of petty thugs running around in masks, using the Reaper name to terrorize the locals. Soldier tracked them to their hideout, a warehouse on the edge of town. They didn't stand a chance, and he got to feed guilt free.

Sliding his mask back into place, he headed for door to slip back into the night. Little did he know that he wasn't the only hunter out that night.

#fingergxns

[hornedarcher]

Alpha and Omega - closed thread

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@fingergxns Hanzo was an Omega - he had presented as such at the age of 16, something that had originally enraged the Clan Elders, until they realised they could exploit this. They had used his nature as a tool to gain more influence, not caring how uncomfortable and unhappy it had made him.

When he killed his brother, he fled, and kept his nature a secret since - even as he joined Overwatch at Genji's request. Nobody outside of his brother and Angela knew of his nature, not even the man he had come to love so dearly. Jesse had treated him like any other person ever since he had arrived, and had revealed himself to possibly be the calmest, gentlest Alpha to possibly grace this planet. It's what he loved the most about Jesse, that despite being an Alpha he never looked down on anyone.

He had wanted to tell Jesse he was an Omega, he did, it felt wrong deceiving Jesse like this, to wrongfully let him think he was an Alpha. He was currently sat against Jesse on the couch, a content sigh escaping him as he stayed curled against Jesse, eyes opening when he felt Jesse's nose at the crook of his neck.

"... Jesse? What are you doing?", he asked, suddenly very aware of the familiar warmth coursing through his veins. It was impossible for his heat to start now, of all times, right?

#fingergxns #Alpha and Omega - closed thread #OmegaVerse #ayyyyyy 👀

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The callous scream of each shot ripped through the air like dagger on paper, bullets permanently destroying any peace of mind that the Shimada once had. Every action seemed to be more instinctual than the last -

keep your movements jagged. take cover beneath concrete structures. do not look behind you. stay alive.

run.

With the impossible dexterity of a mountain goat, Hanzo found himself climbing up the glossiest of surfaces with ease, the marble under his rough fingertips acting as nothing more than an inconvenience. The next shell came dangerously close to contact, neatly grazing his grayed sideburn and flying onward into a store front. As the glass scattered below his feet, Hanzo clamped his eyes shut and inhaled sharply, unsure of how badly grated the ground beneath him had become.

Seamlessly, Hanzo found himself within another world - dark, empty, and surprisingly soft. He didn’t feel the cold power of his gasp for air; like emerging from a rip tide, all he cared about at all levels of consciousness was the dire need for air.

Eyes adjusting to the dark, the archer calmed himself quickly.He was back at the base, laying in one of the white cots that decorated each and every infirmary room in the medical wing.

There had been a sniper.

Shakily, he raised a hand to his forehead, and felt the pillowed texture of gauze. He did not know if he were badly injured, or where. But a quick wiggle of each ligament assured him that his body was mostly intact.

Hanzo groaned, unsure if anybody was around to hear him. A light suddenly clicked on behind the door of his room, and like a switch he closed his eyes and gently exhaled. He was not quite sure if company was really what he needed.

#Honor and Redemption #bokudou #fingergxns #((hello! Saw you liked my return post and wanted to give you a starter ))

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“ It looks wonderful. ” 

No hesitation whatsoever. Mentally, Genji pat himself on the back. The poor thing looked tragically lopsided, and Genji knew it was supposed to have a cigar in its mouth, but it really just...didn’t. 

“ More importantly, let me see that cut. I have a band-aid. ”

#fingergxns #this is the kawaii thread content im here for #main verse. ᵐʸ ˢᵒᵘᶫ ˢᵉᵉᵏˢ ᵇᵃᶫᵃᶰᶜᵉ⋅

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“That’s a titty.” Well, shit. He hadn't meant to... see her like that. Jesse quickly turned around, averting his gaze. [just by accident, McCree is a decent human being and does not spy randomly. Also, platonic. Best way to start a first conversation, lmao]

Send “That’s a titty” to see my muse nakedStatus - Accepting

Angela didn’t hear the door to her office open. She’d spilled cold coffee down her dress, so was attempting to change into her spare clothing.

She did, however, hear Jesse speak. With a squeak, Angela span, turning just as he did so their backs were to each other.

“Can I help you, Jesse?” She questioned, frantically routing through her drawers to try and find a spare something. Even a slightly too long jumper (of which she had many) would do right now, just so that she wasn’t stood before her friend in her underwear.

#ask thread; don't you knock? #//this is a perf. first interaction! #//I love #//poor Angie #//Also her office not her lab or medical center #//so no long coat #//hence 'WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES!?!?' #fingergxns #verse; your safety is in my hands (original overwatch)

[ceocu]

@fingergxns said: “Sorry babe, it’s…not a wig. Lost a bet. Sucks to be me.”

⸄ ❝Oh.❞

❝Want me to go get you some brown hair dye to go over that? Or is the bet a time thing?❞ ⸅

#fingergxns #;ic #;rp #((seamus nice enough not to tease bad californian surfer dude mccree))

[xxshimada-blog]

“Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.”

The sun peeks through the curtains, illuminating the room with the softest glow. There are clothes scattered about the floor, a path leading to the bed. A naked form is curled up amongst the sheets, only modest because he’s laying on his stomach. His lips are parted just slightly as he sleep, ebony trestles stark against the white hotel pillow cases.

Smoke dances from a cigar that sits between the lips of tanned skinned desperado, sitting in the chair across the room in silence. It’s his eyes on Hanzo that makes the archer stir, lashes parting and golden orbs sleepily looking about. He moves an arm in a weak attempt to find the body that was still supposed to be in bed with him. There is a moment where he thinks he might have been left there on his own and his heart tightens.

“Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view”

A thick Southern drawl catches his attention and he rolls over, stretching lazily. Grinning softly, he takes a second to drink up the other’s form as well. There are a few love bites left on sun kissed flesh near his collarbone. He can’t tell if he successfully put any on his inner thighs, the gunslinger having slipped on pants but leaving them unbuttoned.

❝I would prefer if you enjoyed it up close.❞

The Japanese man’s voice is rough from sleep, hair mused. His tongue slips out to wet dry lips before using his index finger to coax McCree over. He sits up some more, pulling the blanket into his lap to cover himself up a little. A soft hum escapes him as the man crawls back into bed, pressing gentle kisses to his lips.

If Hanzo could wake up to this every morning, perhaps life wouldn’t be so bad.

#fingergxns #mchanzo #ask #this ended up super cute.

[anathesniper]

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“I think that Ana can still sport a sexy photoshoot.”

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I appreciate you, Ana.

“I knew you were my favorite for a reason, Jesse.”

“Thank you.” <3

#fingergxns #reyesisdead

[grumpyoldsoldier]

// Hello! It would be nice if you could offer something like a rules-page, including what you rp/dont rp, your age, things regarding triggers etc, it's always easier for people to have such a page to read beforehand. :)

// Sorry about that, I knew I was missing something!

Posted here, now!

I’ll likely be updating it once I get settled, my tumblr RP experience is mainly from a fandom that was strangely specific with a lot of things. Please don’t hesitate to let me know if I need to adjust anything

#OOC #fingergxns

[acceptedmyself]

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Genji thought for a time the disastrous turn of their last operation would put a temporary halt to their series of missions and to his partnership with McCree. That is, until he came to visit the cowboy in the hospital wing of the Watchpoint the next morning, and found his bed empty.

Of course, Genji could only assume it wasn’t that McCree’s injuries magically got better overnight - there was only so much Mercy could do - but rather that he sucked up the pain and limped all the way to his usual activities. That sounded like what he would do.

And, Bingo. He found Jesse exactly where he expected to find him, in one of his usual spots, having a smoke. The cyborg approached without a noise and announced his presence in about the only way he knew how: With a snarky remark.

"Angela surely knew it was completely pointless to ask you to stay still, but if you push yourself too hard and break another rib, I doubt you’ll escape another lecture.”

He came to sit at Jesse’s side.

"How do you feel? You look better than when I left you yesterday.“

#fingergxns

[shimadont]

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// if it’s having a green-ish tint, smelling fishy, or being real slimy, I would be careful (talking bout raw chicken here)

//oooh thank you!! i appreciate this bc im learning to be an adult asdfgh

#fingergxns #bee speaks #i think i should be fine then aha

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[firstdrawn]

@fingergxns from here;

       “Yeah. I could say th’same to you.”

What are the odds, anyway? The familiarity is unreal, if anything. 

      “Ya can’t be real ... are ya?”

#fingergxns #[ have a smol jesse then uvu ] #[ pffh he's very much real my man ]

[xxshimada-blog]

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The world could be impossibly heavy at times. It seemed that every sin you committed built up until you were crushed under the pressure, left with nothing but bone powder. For Hanzo and McCree, this was a feeling they knew intimately. They both had reasons for shame, blood on their hands that they couldn’t wash off no matter how hard they scrubbed. Their only reprieve from a cold uncaring world was each other. They found comfort in each other’s wounded souls. Hanzo could almost feel human when they were together. The two of them would hide away and let themselves be filled with each other.

At the moment, that’s what they were doing. They laid on the floor of a shitty motel, watching the ceiling fan swirl in circles while passing a cigarette back and forth. McCree told him things he didn’t share with others, details of his past that would make a normal person run. Hanzo never runs. In fact, he just feels closer, reaching over and taking hold of the cowboy’s hand. He gently kisses each finger tip, muttering words of affection and encouragement. He was always sure to let McCree know that he wouldn’t change a thing about him. After all, their broken pieces fit together like a puzzle and Hanzo felt whole at the other’s side.

❝I love you.❞

#fingergxns #asks