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Salutes. "Commander Colton Cassidy."

"Not you again..."

"Don't you have better things to do...CORPORAL?"

#✯ — [ ᵉˡ ᵐᵃᵗᵃᵈᵒʳ ] ⨯ in character #✯ — [ ᵇᶤᵍ ᶤʳᵒᶰ ] ⨯ main #✯ — [ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᶤᶜᵉ ] ⨯ ask #✯ — [ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃʸ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈᵉᵉᵖᵉˢᵗ ˡᵒʷ ] ⨯ chronal-anomaly #chronal-anomaly #GRABS HER —

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nap time pt 2, ft el hermano, el moco- @quick-drawn lkasdjfk slappin it on here as per requested

#✯ — [ ᵖˡᵉᶰᵗʸ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ] ⇆ reblog #el moco —

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anyway, since we're talking about nicknames and @colecassiidy is calling him out, in the open where people can see — i need y'all to know that colt's ma ? her nickname for him, was "BOOGER".

#✯ — [ ʰᵒʳˢᵉˢ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ] ⨯ ooc #he was a snotty nosed child with pretty bad seasonal allergies. #started off as booger bear. #eventually simplified to booger. #never saw a problem with it until she accidentally called him that in front of cole. #he hasn't been able to live it down since. #they fight over it daily.

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Warning Sign | Tae-mi & Cass

Blackwatch Years Tae-mi when a mission goes awry. Trigger warnings for mentions of blood, momentary gore & near-death. @quick-drawn

The desert is alive with the sound of gunfire.

“One left!”

Tae-mi Jin is in the process of placing her final clip into her gun, licking her lips and whispering a soft prayer. She has her back against a collapsed stone wall, long worn from time.

“You’re talking about targets, right?”

Across from her – on the other side of the crumbling entryway into the long-destroyed building – Jesse McCree aims and misses one of the remaining soldiers creeping closer and closer to their position.

“Not with that aim!”

“You’re one to talk!”

Sure enough, the moment Tae attempts to take a shot at one of the soldiers, they open fire in her direction, and she misses her shot as she takes cover once again. She grumbles something to herself, but she knows that of the two of them she is the weaker link here.

Gunfights have never been her thing. Hand-to-hand, close combat has always been where she excels, if her continued wins in the fighting rings had anything to say about it.

“You think if we ask nicely, they’ll line up easy to let us punch them out instead?”

She can hear him thinking across the space between them and it almost makes her laugh.

“Can you two take this a little seriously?” Commander Reyes’ voice cut through their radios with a crackle of faint static.

A tight-lipped smile stretches across Tae’s features despite everything. “Not to rush you, Commander, but how’s it coming?”

“We’re in the clear. Light them up!”

Tae gives Jesse a thumbs up, Jesse returning the gesture. Tae thumbs the detonator in her other hand, pressing it with more force than probably necessary. The ground rumbles around them as multiple bombs go off in a location less than a mile east. Tae can see the haze that has erupted in its place as she dives into her hideaway.

 There’s the sound of screaming and shouting of orders and suddenly the soldiers assaulting them are leaving hurriedly in two vehicles towards the direction of the compound in the distance.

“Can’t believe that worked.”

Tae laughs, having crawled out of the crevice in the wall and crossed to Jesse’s side of the entryway. She offers him a hand up which he accepts with a smile. “I owe that man a dri—”

Gunfire breaks out once again, shattering the moment. Tae throws herself back to the wall, dragging a startled Jesse with her. “Damnit,” she spits.

“What was that?” Reyes clips through.  

“They left someone behind. Can’t be many we got—Jesse!”

Jesse is semi-conscious, flopping over as his body struggles to hold itself upright.

“Flesh wound, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his eyes flickering open and then closed again.

Crimson red is seeping through holes in Jesse’s vest and Tae swallows thickly.

“Stay still.”

The building around them has gone quiet. Tae is sure they couldn’t have left more than three behind. They would send as many as possible to see to the supposed attack on the compound and the two agents had done their best to leave few to spare.

Tae slips her knives from their sheathes.

The first comes through the entryway – poor thing was practically bait. Tae takes him out at the knees, quite literally taking her knives and slicing away at the back of his legs. He lets out a wailing scream and collapses as the second comes around the right corner. Tae knocks the soldier’s aim down towards the ground with one arm, using the other to slice up under and into his jaw. She lets him keep the knife as she turns the other on the third soldier hurrying through the entryway to help. Again, and again and again she thrusts her knife into his chest until he’s blubbering blood all over her.

“Three,” she tells herself, “They left three.”

The fourth doesn’t exactly take her by surprise so much as uses a different approach than the others. He rushes through the doorway and subsequently towards Tae herself. Smaller than him and more practiced, she manages to dodge to the side. It isn’t enough. He launches himself at her and throws her to the ground. Tae doesn’t realize his hands on her throat until they suddenly aren’t she’s breathing fresh air again, ears ringing from the nearby gunshot.

She rolls the body off her, looking over at Jesse. The man is sheet white, but the grip on his gun is surprisingly steady.

“Thank you,” he says softly.

“What?”

“You say, ‘thank you’, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” she grumbles as she picks herself off the ground and hurries back over to his side. It’s at this moment that she realizes Reyes is still trying to make contact. His voice had become a distant buzz, a distraction she had to ignore for the time being.

“Jin, I swear to God if you don’t answer—”

“Sorry, sir. The pickup crew is cleared out, but McCree is injured.”

“Stay put. We’ll evac you as soon as we make the rendezvous.”

“Sir, I don’t think we have that kind of time. You still have miles ahead of you – we have a shorter distance we can hit the rendezvous at the same time.”  

While she’s talking, Tae is tearing spare fabric from the soldiers’ uniforms and her pants, wrapping the bandages around Jesse’s stomach, and tying them tight.

“Jin, don’t tell me you’re thinking of—”

“This isn’t a viable rendezvous point, sir. You said so yourself. We just blew up the safest landing zone for miles. And it’s going to be too Hot to land. It’s not worth the risk.”

“Jin, I mean it – do not leave your position.”

“Sorry sir, I’m getting nothing but static. I’ll meet you at the rendezvous.”

And then the line goes silent as she turns off her comms. Tae-mi reaches down, pulling Jesse up by both arms with a grunt and leaning him over her shoulder.

“Come on, Jess – we got a long walk ahead of us.”  

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Tae didn’t doubt her logic, but she realizes that she might have misgauged how quickly she would be able to move with Jesse.  For what it was worth, he tries to help as much as he can. When he’s awake. But the man’s consciousness comes and goes. Here and there she catches him muttering to himself and wonders what delirium he finds himself in. She remembers him saving her so many years ago and it feels like only yesterday. To think she finally gets to return the favor – she hopes it’s worth it.

It's sad that even after all this time, she’s barely let him in. Barely let anyone in. It’s just her and her sister. The two of them have grown together in Blackwatch, different in multiple ways but so similar in so many others. What would it be like to lose him?

Tae swallows. No, she tells herself. Stop thinking like he’s dying.

But he is. He is dying. He’s dripping crimson through the makeshift bandages. He bled through the bandages, even after she ripped more of her pants to add to it. He’s bleeding into the remainder of her shirt, just bleeding and she can’t stop it. He’s paler than he was at the start and that is saying something. His sweat is almost drowning her.

“Gonna be sick…”

“Not on my shoulder you’re not.”

But she hopes it bodes well that he’s saying anything at all. He doesn’t get sick. They keep moving on.

There comes a point – as much as she hates it – that she must stop again, simply to rest. If she doesn’t her shoulder will give out. The two of them are covered in blood. Jesse has soaked through every bandage she’s thrown at him and down his pants. Tae has sacrificed everything but her tank top and enough of her pants they’ve become shorts. There’s no point making herself naked at this point – it’s not going to help, she knows.  

“…Behind…”

She has Jesse leaned against a rock ledge and she leans closer to him. “What’s up?”

A tongue licks slowly over his chapped lips. “Leave me…. behind.”

“Over my dead body.”

She reaches out to grab his arm, but he catches her wrist and holds it. His grip isn’t tight – he didn’t have the strength, but she doubts it would be even if he did. “Don’t die here….with me.”

“Neither of us is going to die, Jess.”

A crack creeps into her voice and she notices her fingers are starting to shake. She needs to get moving again before she can’t anymore, but Jesse’s other hand is touching her hair.

“You’re really pretty with this haircut, you know?”

“Jess – stop talking nonsense okay, let’s get out of here. You’re going to be okay. You’re gonna –”

He cups her jaw and leans forward, and Tae sees what comes next. She doesn’t stop it. It’s not the right time – it’s NEVER going to be the right time for her, but this is next level of not right. But what if they never get another chance?

Their lips meet and it’s so soft and weak on his end, but there’s still a fire behind it that she returns. Tae wraps her now free hands in his hair and leans him forward into the kiss, tears tracking down her worried features.

And then it’s over, but it remains abuzz within her. She thumbs his hair away from his eyes and sighs.  “I hope you didn’t think that was going to convince me to leave you, Jess,” she murmured. “Come on.”

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She turns her comms back on the moment she sees the form of the helicopter growing nearer in the distance. To her surprise, Reyes does not immediately proceed to curses upon hearing her voice back on the radio.

“How’s he doing,” she hears instead and smiles softly to herself.

“Holding out.”

“We see you. We’ll meet you halfway.”

The group of agents do indeed meet them halfway with a stretcher. Jesse’s weight is transferred from her shoulder to someone else and Tae almost loses her balance at the loss. The realization of her own exhaustion settles on her, and it takes everything she has to keep walking towards the helicopter.

“Jin!”

Tae turns to see Commander Reyes approaching her at a brisk march. She swallows.

“Never ever and I mean ever pull that shit with me again, do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.”

She turns away and keeps walking towards the ship before he calls her name once again. “Tae-mi…”

The woman turns back, and the Commander has a half-smile on his face. “Good job.”

She smiles back at him. “Yes, sir.”  

They pile into the ship as the medic works around them to try and stabilize Jesse.

Tae-mi clutches his hand the entire time. Tae-mi doesn’t care who sees at this point and no one says anything.

#✯ — [ ᶤ ᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ ] ⨯ nightiingaled #✯ — [ ʳᵉᵐᶤᶰᵈˢ ᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵒˡᵈ ᵗᶤᵐᵉˢ ] ⨯ saved #ROOK — #YOU HAVE TO WARN ME BEFORE YOU DO THESE THINGS #YOU GOT ME CRYING IN THE CLUB RN #i miss these two so much how did you know —

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"Well, now...I don't see why that matters..." he mumbles out in reply, completely IGNORING the fact that they asked a question, easily brushing it off with a roll of his shoulders before casually leaning to the wall behind him.

"Don't s'pose you'd have some — I can DEMONSTRATE for ya."

ㅤㅤ" —wait, 'experience' as in you've killed a man usin' nothin' but glitter, or you've witnessed it happen? 'cause either way, i'm listenin'. "

#✯ — [ ᵉˡ ᵐᵃᵗᵃᵈᵒʳ ] ⨯ in character #✯ — [ ʷʰᶤˢᵏᵉʸ & ᶰᶤᶜᵒᵗᶤᶰᵉ ] ⨯ modern #✯ — [ ᵇᵒˡᵈᶰᵉˢˢ ˢᵗᵃᶰᵈˢ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵃᵐᵒᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʳᵉᶜᵏ ] ⨯ byanyan #byanyan #it's a trap

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"YES."

" — speaking from experience."

ㅤㅤ" wonder if i could kill a man usin' nothin' but glitter... "

#✯ — [ ᵉˡ ᵐᵃᵗᵃᵈᵒʳ ] ⨯ in character #✯ — [ ʷʰᶤˢᵏᵉʸ & ᶰᶤᶜᵒᵗᶤᶰᵉ ] ⨯ modern #✯ — [ ᵇᵒˡᵈᶰᵉˢˢ ˢᵗᵃᶰᵈˢ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵃᵐᵒᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʳᵉᶜᵏ ] ⨯ byanyan #byanyan #colt's missed messing with the kid i gotta say —

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ghost is back so now y'all have to put up with my ass again —

#✯ — [ ʰᵒʳˢᵉˢ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ] ⨯ ooc #well...sorta. #all might is still strangling the braincell #and i've never been very good at running multiple blogs. my track record is horrid. #but we'll see. there's still a lot here that i wanna continue #and i miss y'all #and the cowboy...but that's a given. :points: that's my son —

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#✯ — [ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵃˢ ʰᵉˡˡ ᵃᶤᶰ'ᵗ ᵘᵍˡʸ ] ⨯ visage

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+ RULES & ABOUT.

#✯ — [ ᵖᵘᵗ ᶤᵗ ᵒᶰ ᵐʸ ᵗᵃᵇ ] ⨯ promo #i cannot tell a lie — #i took a little break from tungle entirely and then...this happened. #yeah y'all didn't know i was a weeb huh — #but it's been a nice change of pace #and things are beginning to slow down and settle with work. and i may be getting 3 day weekends here soon. #so i'm hoping that'll lead to more activity on all of my blogs. #but regardless i've been lurking here still. you may start seeing me pop up in your feed again. #do not be alarmed #it is not the ghost of reiikon coming to haunt you. #i just miss you all !! #better be taking care of yourselves over here. #that's a threat —

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KIT: AN ORIGINAL OVERWATCH CHARACTER

⊰ carrd | template ⊱

#✯ — [ ᵖᵘᵗ ᶤᵗ ᵒᶰ ᵐʸ ᵗᵃᵇ ] ⨯ promo #THE CHILD — #god i love them so much #her relationship with colt's just :clinchfist:

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despite what the most recent posts on my blog will tell you, i did actually get some things done around here these past few days. mainly working on drafts. but i didn't manage to finish anything. head's been all over the place and i've been drowning that out with video games. mandatory overtime is supposed to start this week, but i got a message from the boss yesterday that demand isn't as high as they were expecting it to be, so we're working our normal 8 hour shifts. except for me. because i already had appointments booked for my 12 hour shifts. including monday ( which i don't normally work, but we were required to since we're getting thanksgiving off ). so i only got 1 day off to recoup from that horrid week i had last week. so here i am at 12am, fighting off a headache so i can get some sleep for this 12 hour shift i shouldn't be working, while everyone else either gets to stay home because they didn't book any work or gets to go home early. and, oh yeah, let's not forget that i STILL DON'T HAVE A HELPER —

#✯ — [ ʰᵒʳˢᵉˢ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ] ⨯ ooc #sorry #i'm venting again. #but this week is just #god i already don't want to do this. it hasn't even started yet and i'm #i want to fuckin cry lmao #and it's like... #it's all just so overwhelming #i forgot it was even my birthday today LMAO #the only reason i remembered is because my sister just messaged me happy birthday — #so i guess happy fuckin birthday to me #time to go work a 12+ hour shift by myself in 5 hours. #anyway #take this as a semi hiatus until i either make it through this holiday season or...........we'll see. #basically i'll be around and probably posting things and replies sporadically #but i'm not actively seeking new threads. #i'll still send asks and stuff though because those are fun. #love y'all. take care of yourselves. #tbd

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i would kill everyone in this room for a soft pretzel at any given moment. Know this

#✯ — [ ᵗʰᵉ ᵠᵘᶤᶜᵏ ] ⨯ musings #with the melted butter ? the salt ? #the cheese ?? i would too.

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@colecassiidy asked: ↪ Quotes from things I’ve written “Don’t make me drag you out of bed, Colt.”

The other's voice hardly phases him, Colton refusing to look up from where he laid on his bed. Though, even if he did, Cole probably wouldn't be able to see him under the MASSIVE mound of blankets he'd rolled himself in. Much like a burrito. The fabric is pulled taut over his head, another tug snugging the fabric against his ears to help AID in further ignoring the other's threat.

It's been just a little over a week of this...since his mother passed...

Today was supposed to be a day of running errands. Or rather, three days ago it was supposed to be — Cole graciously letting him push the date back to make room for the GRIEF. Though time can't heal all, he learns, each passing day somehow proving worse than the last.

It's inevitable. He passes her door every day, clear view of her bed, all the machines that were once keeping her alive now lifeless and still. It's the absolute decimation of his routine — such an integral part being ripped from his day to day life, it's DIFFICULT for him to fill the void...feels wrong...

— it's why he still refuses to move, accepting his fate should it really come down to Cole dragging him to the front door by the ankles.

"Th'barn better be on FIRE, you doin' all that..."

#✯ — [ ᵉˡ ᵐᵃᵗᵃᵈᵒʳ ] ⨯ in character #✯ — [ ᶤ ᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶰˡʸ ˢᵒᶰ ] ⨯ pre-deadlock #✯ — [ ᵒʰ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ] ⨯ colecassiidy #✯ — [ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᶤᶜᵉ ] ⨯ ask #colecassiidy #:')) i could've made this about any other normal day —

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here's your semi annual reminder that i do the work of hunting down and linking the original meme when i answer asks TO MAKE IT EASIER FOR Y'ALL TO FIND THEM. this means that my memes do not expire. if you see an ask with a link to a meme that piques your interest, send it in. whenever. doesn't matter. also feel free to just scroll my meme tag if you ever feel the itch to interact. also also, feel free to send in multiple asks ! i hate to say it like this, but the more you send in, the more likely it is you'll get an answer. only because my muse can be fickle sometimes — so if you send in a few, chances are, at least one's gonna catch my eye, as opposed to you sending in one that i don't get muse for over the course of months.

#✯ — [ ᵖˡᵉᶰᵗʸ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ] ⇆ reblog

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MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS *  collection #5

take a nap with me.

please don't go.

you talk too much.

don't bother with any male chauvinistic compliments.

such disdain can not and must not be tolerated.

my handwriting is so bad, sometimes i think i should've been a doctor.

i wouldn't say no to getting lost with you.

we've got the element of surprise on our side.

i had to carry you for a while. it wasn't pretty.

anything broken?

i'm very impressed with you.

drinks all around!

now what is that supposed to mean?

i guess freedom is purely relative.

can you repeat that? i wasn't listening.

i'm not a threat. i won't hurt you.

what sort of trouble are you looking for?

when you're ready, we can get out of here.

i couldn't find your gun.

well, i thought you might be a little angry.

oh don't tell me. let me guess.

keep that thing away from me.

glad you think i'm hot... i guess.

hope that wasn't a family heirloom.

how has work been?

i don't think the world is full of criminals and full of murderers. it's full of nice people.

it could happen to anyone.

is your head clear yet?

will you go find yourself another suspect?

don't ask me any questions. i'm calling my attorney.

i'm trying to watch the game!

that's been known to happen.

i could wait.

can i ask a personal question?

how can i be angry looking at you?

i don't want to cut down on my standard of living.

don't catch a cold out there. wear a jacket.

you sure do know how to work a crowd.

what brought you here tonight?

i don't think you care too much.

that was... unexpected.

are you in charge of this mess or not?

this isn't what it looks like.

i just go where they tell me to.

i hope this isn't a bad time.

do you see something wrong?

here's your scarf. you dropped it.

i miss the way you used to touch me.

that's a stupid idea.

did it rain last tuesday?

can i sit in this?

that's not my problem.

did you have anything specific that you wanted to talk to me about?

i'm beginning to be very fond of you.

i didn't realize i drank that much.

may our enemies never be as happy as we are at this moment.

if you wait a while, we can go home together.

screw the rest of them. make them squirm.

that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

i meant to do that.

everybody is a suspect.

it's noble of you to come galloping to the rescue.

i know that. you told me.

you see, artists are very, very delicate.

you'll always have everything.

there's just one more thing i need to ask you...

can i use your phone?

i wasn't snooping.

can i take you out to dinner? my treat.

isn't that peculiar?

thanks for stopping by.

i usually don't drink anything i can't pronounce.

i just don't want anybody else to have it.

mind if i smoke?

what do you think of this?

i really appreciate your taking the time to chat with me.

why do all these people feel that they know me?

i can't tell you what a big help you've been.

as you travel through life, you'll encounter many barriers to happiness.

you're safe. i promise. i'm right here.

over my dead body.

that must have been very hard, losing someone you love like that.

this didn't need to happen.

i must have your name.

what's the matter? did i scare you?

what did you pay for those shoes?

i'm not very good on details, that's why i write everything down.

you didn't have a fight or anything, did you?

i've never met anyone quite like you. can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

are you still with me?

i guess it slipped your mind.

let's go inside. we'll be more comfortable.

do you mind if i grab a blanket? it's freezing in here.

just for the record, i love you.

maybe you should take the couch tonight.

maybe it would help if i knew where i was taking you.

#✯ — [ ˢᵉᵗ 'ᵉᵐ ᵘᵖ ᵏᶰᵒᶜᵏ 'ᵉᵐ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ] ⨯ memes #i've got some left from the other meme #but wanted to put something out there while i'm out of the house.

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on that note — come plot with me.

disc: countrywestern

#✯ — [ ʰᵒʳˢᵉˢ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ] ⨯ ooc #tbd #:knife: #don't laugh at my username. #add me and send me your favorite cowboy gif as well as your name / url so i know who you are — #or just send me a cowboy gif if we're already friends on discord. #as i stated in my last post #i'll be out of the house for a bit. #but i'll be on mobile —

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VERSE: WHISKEY & NICOTINE ↪ modern.

he never liked the idea of retirement. he's estranged from the deadlock gang — but gun running was all he's ever known, aside from drinking and smoking. so he bought that shady biker bar at the end of 5th street and opened the high noon saloon.

a young colton cassidy is found strapped for cash after the passing of his father and late stage diagnosis of his mother's cancer — following in the footsteps of his main verse, he finds a quick fix in GUN RUNNING. he recruits a team and makes DEADLOCK a very well known name in the business throughout the american southwest. so it doesn't take long for the LAW to get word of a new player in the streets.

they're assigned to a task force specializing in dismantling nationwide gang operations, who watches him and the gang very closely over the next few years, compiling all evidence needed to greenlight a sting operation on what was believed to be the gang's headquarters.

it's considered successful at the time, after partially disbanding the team and taking the then 21 year old colton in for questioning and holding. impressed with skill and mental fortitude, as well as vast knowledge on their current subjects, they offer the kid an ULTIMATUM: join up or lock up.

he chooses the former.

he works on this specialized task force for a little over 10 years. they have their ups and downs, but they get by and get the job done. shortly after getting word of the resurrection of the DEADLOCK GANG, the team is hit hard — assumingly by the aforementioned gang.

the force crumbles — half dead, the rest severally injured, the team's disbanded. colton, having paid his dues, hits dirt and goes into hiding, roaming from town to town for the next several years.

as the heat finally dies down, an investment opportunity lands in his lap. an old, shoddy bar in a middle-of-nowhere town full of nobodies — perfect for a nobody with nowhere to be.

he buys the bar and rebrands as the HIGH NOON SALOON. with a little help from an old friend, bars, in the kitchen, the place is brought back to life, quickly drawing in the locals and travelers alike — and all the TROUBLE that comes with them...

#✯ — [ ʷʰᶤˢᵏᵉʸ & ᶰᶤᶜᵒᵗᶤᶰᵉ ] ⨯ modern #✯ — [ ᵃ ᵐᵃᶰ'ˢ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʳᵘˡᵉˢ ] ⨯ psa #this doesn't go in my psa tag #but i don't have one for detailed verse posts yet smh... #i've been messing around in modern a lot lately and i feel like it'd be a lot easier for some of y'all to interact in this verse than ovw. #i mean...it's very similar but #not. #it's also very flexible. i made this verse for ease of interaction with my non ovw mutuals so PLEASE TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT. #i can also tweak things to fit your verse from here #so if you have any thoughts or ideas when plotting with me please don't be shy #give me all of them. thank you. #but this is also open for my ovw mutuals. it's fun to mix things up a little bit sometimes. #and this gives more opportunity for that...simple domestic life stuff y'know — #i live for that shit. #but also i finally typed this up because i've had to explain it to like #three different people here lately and wouldn't it be easier if i just #had my shit together and sent y'all a link to this instead ?? idk. #anyway i've gotta go to the bf's concert here in a bit #but i'll be around later tonight for things i think. #i didn't proofread this —