#meiiyo

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Credit: Meiiyo

[omnicmcnk-blog]

meiiyo replied to your post “`”

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BAE COME BACK I MISS U ;W;

[ryujinoken-a]

@meiiyo, ✕:

          “Yameru!” He hisses, swatting his closed fan            across Genji’s shoulder – it was WAY too hot            for this childishness.

A flinch, away from that weaponized sensu & quick silence at that.  He recovers fast, though, reaches for it. ❝ Eeh... just give me that, then. ❞

[coyotefaced-a-blog]

@meiiyo [ x ]

            He doesn’t know if he meant those words like they’d come out. 

       When they meet eyes, his stomach drops, every shifting glance that dances across his shoulders catches the breath in his chest, makes him gargle and sputter on his own words but for what? for fear of being destroyed so wholly, so perfectly by the force before him. He doesn’t know if he likes the way his heart rises in his throat and pounds in his head, the way every breath feels like his last. Looking at him is suicide, romanticized, glorified.

        He likes the way his name sounds on his lips, rolls in that mouth. 

        “ I can look away, if you’d rather ”

        Hanzo touches him, he draws close, and his body seizes. Respect, admiration, lost in a fire that burns with each touch of his fingers, his hand splayed and unwilling to grasp him, unwilling to throw himself into this fire. His body knows better, his mind does not. His heart does not. 

         Jesse McCree is not a man of words. He is a man of many empty words to fill the silence that forms between his lungs, that turns his mouth to cotton, that keeps him busy. He’s not prepared for the sheer poetry of it. For bloody wool to hide the face of a man he feared to send away by his own inaction. For that same man to be curling into him right now like he held the key to peace within his chest, who clutched to him. 

         His hand curls over the other’s, his chin dips to meet his forehead. 

         He does not deserve this kindness.

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@meiiyo

                     ❝   the sakura trees are blooming beautifully this year. then again, i suppose they do just about    EVERY YEAR    ... after all this time, i almost forgot the beauty they hold around the castle.   ❞

[omnicmcnk-blog]

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[namesmccree-blog]

[embrace-tranquility]

meiiyo replied to your post: “You are all filthy sinners”

I am as innocent as they come.

Right, and I have never shoved orbs up someone’s ass.

jibushin replied to your post: “You are all filthy sinners”

do not kinkshame us, sensei

Watch me.

[coyotefaced-a-blog]

meiiyo replied to your post:"You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep...

[whispers] Gayyyy

really, really gay

[omnicmcnk-blog]

SMOOCHES YOUR LOVELY OMNIC FACE. ♥

Blushes. Intense omnic blush.It is only normal to repay such kindness with a smooch on that beautiful face. How lucky, to be able to do so.

[coyotefaced-a-blog]

"You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you."

            It’s in the way he says it, the poetry of it all haunts him for hours after the initial encounter. Indifference that had prevailed so long, gave way to something deeper, more complex than he cared for, a feeling that balls in the pit of his gut and into his throat. 

              He can’t decipher them, but McCree likes the way he says it, the way they spill like calligraphy from his mouth and blacks out the rest of the night, and truth be told, it doesn’t make a lick of sense. Flowery language has never been his forte. He’s always been a literal man, and Hanzo knows how to speak him into silence. 

           “ — well you don’t look like any summer day yourself, partner ”

              Bad words, the wrong words for the illness he feels in his stomach— is it illness? Probably not, but with the way his gut churns, it must be. Some delightful infection brought on by his presence.  He prays that much, and nothing more. 

[omnicmcnk-blog]

❤

♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise.

Being confused about why they find you so alluring

It’s not that he despises how it works and he’s incredibly glad he doesn’t feel anger anymore, but he wonders if not feeling enraged by anything is a good thing or not. Of course, he is glad he can see things without having to rely on violence to solve them, and he is incredibly happy he would never spill hateful words out of anger, but he has wondered if feeling void of fury is a good way to show peace.

And he tries! (oh my god does he try) To feel anger and to feel he should be upset at things! But the most upset he ever feels is disappointed. Never angry or enraged or furious. He thought being at peace would give him better understanding of emotions, but sometimes not being able to feel one of those is confusing.

Same with love, but in the more private, one-on-one aspect of things. Romantically speaking. He is a tool of love and peace and yet he can’t give that kind of love because of the commitments he has with the Iris. Somehow deep in his ideas of interpersonal relationships with humans for the sake of peace there is the idea of this kind of love turning someone selfless, one who can give all they have for someone, but it confuses him to see how his teachings have prohibited it.

Emotions are hard and he’s trying.

[highnooning]

sticks m leggy out rlly far @ u 👀 BOY HOWDY.... i love the way you write my sunny boy from texas who probably came from a trash bin. i lov so much, and i wanna rp with u in like 10000 threads but me shy, and there's just too much quality for me to handle tbhhhh

portrayal ?? | accepting

:// wweakly yellsthank you so much,,, the same can be said from me to you as well - your Hanzo is really awesome and i’ve been far too nervous to approach you for a thread too ;v;