#death comes to deadwood

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐎𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐌𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞

Something was coming, and it was on its way to you — there was no way to save yourself from the devil that set his sights on you, and you were hopeless against the whims of his charm or rugged ways. 

And in an act of gratitude and pure innocence, you allowed the devil in, none the wiser for what was to come; no man was without his sins, but better the devil you don’t know. 

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ꕤ Outlaw!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ꕤ 5.5k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ꕤ Explicit threats, attempted assault, non-graphic background character death, Grumpy!Protective!Bucky, fluff ჻჻჻ TROPES: Touch her and you die, Grumpy/Sunshine

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ꕤ Oh no, it's a Grumpy/Sunshine, touch her and you die trope collection in the form of a brooding outlaw — someone stop me.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ꕤ Way down We Go by KALEO ꕤ Broken Bones by KALEO ꕤ The River by Blues Saraceno ꕤ The Devil Inside by Daniel Murphy, Anthony Sanudo, Eric Serna ꕤ Deadwood by Really Slow Motion ꕤ Ain't No Devil by Andrea Wasse

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ꕤ @buckybarnesevents Build a Bucky Bingo ჻჻჻ Bad Reputation (February), Wild West AU (April) — Masterlist ꕤ @buckybarnesevents Alternate June-iverse 𝗖𝟭 — Outlaw AU — Masterlist

𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The bustling street that cut straight through the middle of the local livestock town as the main thoroughfare was overrun with folks going about their day. 

Men, clad in leathers and vests with holsters on their hips lined the saloon stairs, while women in an assortment of skirts and blouses rushed with baskets and wares from the general store; their children playing in the mud, dirtying their worn clothes while mothers shrieked their grief over the once clean garments. 

You couldn’t help the slight laugh that fell from your lips as you passed by a small boy who was splattered from head to toe in mud, his mother in a tizzy. “Now, Johnny–”

It was a pleasant day. A cool breeze blew through the side streets and over your sun-warmed skin. The basket on your arm was full of wares from your trip to the hunter down the lane, and the saddlebags on your old, trusted mare were lined with provisions from the general store. 

Though no matter how pleasant it was, or how many children shrieked with laughter while they ran around your legs in joy, something screamed in the back of your mind that something was wrong — an instinct long honed after working on a ranch since you were only a child. 

“Good mornin’, miss.” 

You startled from your reverie at the sound of a deep, rasped voice to your right. “Oh–!” The man smiled sympathetically, and you realised with a jolt that it was one of the old sharpshooters — a man well past his prime, but one of the very few that had a shred of decency and sense within the town. “Oh, good morning,” you replied, smiling. “Pleasant day.” 

He hummed in reply, and you continued on. 

The shade of the awnings overhead disappeared as you walked out into the muddied street, and you blinked from the bright rays — halos of rainbows danced in your vision while the sun warmed your face. 

From a way, a few stragglers from the saloon stumbled into view, and you sighed as you caught sight of the haggard appearances and putrid smell. You kept your head down and eyes averted as you neared their stumbling figures and scrunched your nose in disgust. 

No decent, respectable man stunk to the high heavens of liquor with a temper to match a lit fuse. 

The centre of town came into view, and the further you walked towards one of your last destinations for the day, the stronger the sense of impending something lingered in the air — it crackled with tension, akin to the static before a storm. 

Every single man you passed was twitchy, their hands migrating to the holsters on their hips; every woman was hurrying by, faces taut with some unexplained worry. 

Instinct — a woman’s intuition — insisted that something was coming.

You looked over your shoulder and cursed your past self for hitching your mare such a distance away. Her broad, muscled frame was no longer in sight through the scurrying crowds — the golden glow of her coat coloured with patches of white impossible to see through the scurry of people. 

“Oh, girl,” you mumbled, and you half considered turning tail to head back home. 

But the doctor’s office was only a few paces away, you reasoned, and you hurried along, resolutely ignoring the collective, worried gazes from the townsfolk towards the horizon. The muddied skirts of your dress fluttered as you trotted towards the clean building that housed the resident doctor, and the basket over your arm swayed with your gait. Best be fast.

When the heels of your old boots hit the wooden slats of the wrap-around deck, the door to the doctor’s office just within reach, it happened. 

Around you, the townsfolk fell deathly silent — not a peep, not a sound. Every last man, woman, and child froze in place and stared, wide-eyed and stricken, down the street, downwind towards the horizon they were so fixated on. 

Your stomach turned with nerves. The skin on the back of your neck prickled while your hair stood on end. It was an unnatural silence that pounded against your ears, and the blood that pumped through your veins turned to ice. 

Gravely unsettled, you blinked against the instinct to run and hide, in favour or searching for the source. 

The steady beat of heavy hooves thundered from down the street. Beside you, a woman and child gasped quietly — you paid them no mind, for the sight of two horses enraptured you. 

Muscle and sinew rippled with the gait of their long, lean legs. They walked side by side, the tack on their back, chests, and proud, handsome faces jingled and followed the contours of their broad flanks. Their coats shone under the light of the sun, but there was no mistaking the inked black beneath the splatter of mud from their journey. 

It would be almost impossible to tell them apart if it weren’t for the one on the left appearing far calmer than their companion, who snorted proudly and tossed their head. 

Your focus moved from the stunning creatures to their riders, and your breath hitched. 

The man atop the fiery, fierce horse clothed similarly to his mount. A rippling, black coat barely concealed the hip holsters that held revolvers with ebony accented grips, or the elaborate bandolier wrapped from his shoulder to his waist — the same black leather as his coat, but accented in silver, ornate imagery.

Rifles were strapped to the side of his saddle, long barrelled and scoped alike. From beneath his tilted hat, you could see the flow of jaw length, dark hair that fell in tresses to cover the profile of his face. 

A man prepared for war, you thought distantly. He held himself like a soldier — straight-backed and proud, guarded and eyes swivelling to take in the stilted townsfolk. 

Though you could not discern what was being said, you watched the man’s mouth move, and his head turned towards his companion. 

You followed his gaze and took in the other rider. He sported a blond beard and brown leather, his own coat shorter and far less impressive — a simple rifle and a hunter’s bow was strapped to his saddle, and his gaze was far softer.

The horses walked closer and closer, and the nearer the two men came, the more nervous the people around you grew. A few men skittered off and bolted down side streets, or plainly ran away. 

For the life of you, you could not understand why — they looked no different from the men that went rogue against the laws of society to take up arms in the wilderness. 

You were still rooted in place when they came so close you could scent the rich, cured leather of their boots and saddles, and you couldn’t help staring at the extravagant wealth that lined their person and padded their mounts. It was plain as day they were no strangers to wealth, but to be an outlaw with wealth? That was unheard of. 

It was only when they were right next to you did your ability to breathe truly vanish. 

“I don’t like this,” the blond grumbled, his eyes darting from person to person. “It’s too open—far too open, we’re exposed. You know what’ll happen if we’re cornered–”

“Enough.” Sharp, grey eyes met yours, and within the second of that glance, you felt your stomach flip upside down. The heart that hammered in your chest rocketed upwards into your throat. 

The stranger seemed to have an inkling for your reaction, or he experienced something similar — his eyes narrowed as he considered you, a piercing look that took hold of your wriggling stomach and forced it to still. “We’ll get what we need and move on. Calm down.”

You blinked, and he was no longer looking at you. Instead, his blond companion gazed at you curiously, tilting his head. 

“Move on,” the dark-haired man spat, and he nudged his horse into a trot. The slap from the leather reins against his horse’s neck was loud. 

Rather than spur onwards, the blond stared at you for a moment longer. “Rogers, get a move on.”

“Yeah,” he said softly, still staring at you. Blue eyes moved over your face before he turned his head forwards, then he followed behind his partner. 

When the both of them were out of earshot, you heard multitudes of townsfolk collectively exhale with what you guessed was relief. “We don’t need another shoot out thanks to those bastards,” one of them grumbled. “Not after the last one.”

“Shootout?” you questioned, feeling your heart slowly sink back down into your chest. “What– What happened?”

They regarded you carefully. “You don’t come down this way often, do you, miss?” 

You shook your head. “No, I live over–”

“Count yourself lucky,” they interrupted, raising their brows. “Those two are monsters. Don’t have the bounty on their heads for nothin’, and you don’t get any bounty hunters in these parts that go after ‘em ‘cause all the ones that do, end up fed to the wolves.” The bag over their shoulder was shrugged further up, their grip tight. “Just stay well away from ‘em, miss—not the kinda folk you want to get involved with if you want t’a live in peace.”

“But–” 

They turned away. Their hunched back swayed under the weight of the sack on their shoulder. 

You frowned at the retreating stranger. 

Sure, they looked the part of a deadly duo, not unlike the ones in your novellas or dreams, but they passed through the town peacefully, if ominously — that was the fault of the townsfolk acting as though death himself strolled down the muddied street. 

“I don’t understand…” A loud snort of one of their horses drew your attention, and you watched as the strangers dismounted and hitched their mounts right out the front of the general store. 

Everyone gave them a wide berth; heads down and feet fast over the mud to get out of their way. 

What a lonely existence, you thought. 

For the entirety of your life, you were regarded as a bright, intelligent woman that worked hard. The passing of your family had hit you hard, but you were determined to live up to their memory, to maintain the ranch they left behind and restore it to its full glory — only that took up far more time than you anticipated, and while it was still a raw wound, you trudged on. 

Being all alone up on your small slice of good ol’ Western soil was something you took pride in, but you had to admit, albeit grudgingly, that it wasn’t all it was cut out to be. 

The thought alone made you sympathise with the two outlaws — a life on the road, running from societal norms and expectations while maintaining the lifestyle they no doubt had become accustomed to, made even you feel a sense of weary exhaustion deep in your bones.

Isolation was not a weak man’s game. 

“Get it together,” you hastily whispered, shaking your head under the guise of shooing a fly. Your bright, generous personality would not help them, nor would it help you, you reasoned — not this time. 

With a heavy sigh, you pushed open the door to the doctor’s office to purchase some medicine and supplies for the coming weeks. 

The entirety of the town was still strung up with tension when you exited the doctor’s office half an hour later, according to your pocket watch — a family heirloom. People still rushed to and fro with their gazes locked onto the two black horses settled by the hitching post at the general store. 

It was a foolish decision, but you stopped to admire their fine confirmations and broad builds. 

There were no doubts on how war-ready the two were, though their docile nature threw you — never before had you seen horses stand so blessedly still and patient, even back on your own ranch. 

You couldn’t help but take a step closer, the urge to feel the silken soft coats that were muddied from their journey overwhelming your rational sense. There was no mistaking the fact that they were both stallions now you were beside them; finely bred and hardened for battle from their owners' tendencies for violence. 

A dark, mahogany eye met yours, and if it were possible, their face softened while their ears perked forwards. 

On the other side of the stallion you greeted, was the one with a white star. His eyes were far kinder and softer than the first’s.

The first stallion knickered lowly while you stepped even closer, the compulsion to be near overtaking you, and you held your hand out for the creature to sniff. The brush of his lips over your offered hand made you giggle. “Aren’t you two beautiful?”

They snorted in tandem. 

Suddenly, the hair on your arms stood on end, and the feeling of being watched spooked you into stepping back hastily. You glanced around to search for the cause, afraid for what you would find, but there was no one paying attention to you; far too consumed in their own needs to finish their runs for supplies or complete their jobs. 

“I have to go, beauties,” you said quietly to the two horses, who only blinked in reply. 

Your feet carried you swiftly away, but you glanced over your shoulder to the two stallions one last time, in awe of their strength and beauty. 

You weren’t to see the set of steel grey eyes watching you from the gunsmith’s window on the opposite side of the street, not while you hastened your pace to get back to your own mount and go home — where it was safe. 

People bustled and shoved against you as they made their own way, and you kept your breath steady and even the best you could. 

Shouts and calls of workmen and ranch hands followed you as you half walked, half jogged onwards, and halfway to your patient mare, you were pulled up short by the rotten stench of waste and liquor — a potent mix that would make anyone’s stomach turn. 

It was sickeningly close, and the source was a stumbling, drunken fool in front of you. 

“Oh, no,” you mumbled. The volume of your voice was next to impossible to make out among the background noise, and you were grateful — there was no telling what this drunkard would do if he heard you. 

His back was turned towards you, and you carefully hastened to walk around him, to avoid his line of sight, but his head turned just as you took a step to the side. 

The sudden appearance of a woman within his filthy grasp caught his attention, and the words that fell from his drooling mouth weren’t even intelligible. “Ain– Pretty girl–” A hiccup and loud belch cut his torrent short. 

“I’m just– Oh,” you gasped as the man pulled a knife and an old, rusted revolver from the inside of his jacket. A cascade of fear shut your mind down and locked your joints, the immobility frightened you beyond what you could bear. “No, no, please–” 

They were only small weapons, but they would do no less damage if he shot you point blank or forced the blade through skin and bone. “Sir, please–” 

“Gim’ money!”

“I don’t have– Please, leave me be,” you pleaded, holding up a placating hand. The fear turned your tongue into a lead weight in your mouth and you couldn’t speak more than a few words to plead for your life, which only infuriated the man further. 

He advanced, his steps stumbling and uncoordinated, and the gun he brandished glinted in the sun — a menacing shine of metal that you knew was your last. The stench of his breath made your stomach roil with sickness. “Good for nothin’ whor–”

Footsteps rustled and waded through the mud behind you, and the world around you froze. 

The drunkard’s mouth hung slack, wide with the shock from the sudden, cold bite of metal from the end of an ornate muzzle pressing hard into his temple. A gloved finger was poised over the trigger. 

Your attention snapped to the brave soul that came to your rescue, and your own mouth fell open in shocked awe — the same outlaw that sent the town into a terrified silence held his ebony revolver to the drunkard’s temple with little regard for the force behind it.

He looked inhuman with fury laced through the pale blue of his eyes. Malice and disgust radiated from him in waves. 

“Now do you really want to finish insultin’ this poor woman?” a husked voice asked behind you. You whirled around, the skirts of your dress fluttering, and found the blond outlaw standing behind you, terrible in his rage. “Robbin’ an innocent girl to get your fuckin’ dick wet at the whore house?”

There was a pregnant pause, only broken by the piteous whimpering from the drunkard. “I– I–” A dark stain grew over the crotch of his worn, stained overalls. 

His head jerked hard to the side as one of your saviours pushed the muzzle of the gun harder against the thin bones of his temple with a snarl. “He asked you a question.”

“What the fuck do you think you were doin’, you bastard?” The blond spat. “Answer me before you get a third eye.”

Before the drunkard could answer, you cut in fearfully, “I– I just want to go home.” The darker-haired outlaw’s eyes flashed angrily as he looked at you, and you stepped back on instinct, only to come back to chest with his partner. “Please, just– I am so sorry–”

“You aren’t the one tossin’ around a damned fuckin’ gun like it’s your cock, sweetheart,” the blond soothed.

A low growl of anger came from the dark-haired outlaw’s throat. “And pathetic men who disrespect a woman in front of me tend to lose theirs—by a fuckin’ bullet or a knife, your choice.” 

The drunkard stumbled to the side with the shove from the gun. 

“Buck,” the blond said, and you guessed that was the dark-haired outlaw’s name. “I don’t think this fella is goin’ to answer me.” A hand rested on your shoulder, and you jumped. “Whoa– Easy, sweetheart, we’re not the ones that are goin’ to hurt you.” 

The warmth from his palm abated the worst of the fear, and you followed where he guided you to stand — in his shadow that casted itself over the ground. “As for him, well…”

“Apologise,” Buck spat, nearing the drunkard’s pale, sweaty face. “I don’t care if I have to lose a bullet to get you to do it, either.”

“S– Sorry, miss,” the drunkard whispered, his voice high with terror. “Sorry, I–” He was cut off by the shove to the shoulder, and you watched as he clumsily ran away. 

Only, Buck raised his revolver and cocked the hammer back before a shot ran out with a cloud of smoke. The sound echoed like cannon fire off of the surrounding trees and sparse buildings — you could even hear faint shouts and screams of fear within the township. 

“Good riddance,” the blond said with a nod. 

“I wasn’t goin’ to let the bastard go,” Buck said lowly, voice still laced with a poisonous vitriol. He looked at you then and lowered his head respectfully. “Miss.”

“I–” You tried, but some force was making you tremble from head to toe — waves of flight or fight warring within your mind as you stood between the two deadliest men you had ever encountered. “Please don’t hurt me–”

“Oh, sweetheart, no,” the blond said quickly, holding his hands up and away from his holsters. “Name’s Steve, this here is Buck—or Bucky.”

You looked between them, eyes wide with your fear and still rooted to the spot with your pulsing terror. While you looked at Steve beseechingly, you saw from the corner or your eyes as Bucky shrugged off his thick, leather coat to reveal a white, long-sleeved shirt, and a black vest that had embroidery and filigree within the expensive material.

He was silent while he stood there, coat in his gloved hands. 

“Where’s your horse?” Steve asked, looking around. 

“Over– She’s over there,” you whispered, pointing towards where you hitched your mare. The bustle of noise had caught her attention, and you could see her kind face looking in your direction with her ears perked. “I didn’t think to–”

“Don’t worry, miss,” Steve assured, and he looked at Bucky with a brow raised. “You good?”

Bucky nodded, then offered his coat to you. “To keep you warm,” he rasped. “You’re shakin’ like a leaf.”

You blinked and almost dropped your basket, but Bucky rushed forward and caught it. “Here,” he offered quietly, passing the basket to Steve and holding up his coat — the inner leather was warm and rich with his scent, and you couldn’t help but burrow into the comfort it provided. 

The basket with all of your wares hung from Steve’s arm. “We’ll take you home, then be on our way—that alright, miss?” 

Bucky was still working the large coat over your shoulders until he was satisfied it would sit comfortably. “I– I don’t know–” The journey home was a long one, and you wouldn’t say no to the safety their company would provide, but the problem of your trembling limbs made you doubt whether you would be able to stay in the saddle for long at all. 

The two of them seemed to catch on to your concern. 

Steve frowned and glanced at Bucky, who was wordlessly staring at your hands. “You can hop on behind Buck—your mare can follow behind, I’ve got her.”

Without another word, Steve started to walk towards their two mounts that were waiting a few feet away — you hadn’t even noticed them. 

Bucky glanced up at your face while you stared into his, and he smiled slightly. The ice that had settled in your stomach inexplicably melted away with the softness of his gaze. You followed behind him as he led you to their stallions. 

The shadow from a building beside them made their coats even darker, and the bigger of the two started to walk forwards at the sight of you approaching with one of their number. It was the same horse that affectionately brushed his lips over your hand out the front of the general store.

“Oh, hello,” you whispered, unable to help the smile that pulled at your lips. “You are beautiful, aren’t you?”

“Don’t give ‘im a bigger ego than his owner,” Steve chortled. The withering glare Bucky sent Steve almost made you laugh. 

“This is Rebel,” Bucky said, patting the stallion’s lithe neck and making the skin ripple. 

“Hello, Rebel,” you cooed, scratching his nose affectionately. Then, you realised you hadn’t given any of them your name, and when you glanced at Bucky after offering it, his head was tilted minutely to the side. 

He did not give you a chance to question why before he mounted Rebel and sat in the saddle proudly. “You can ride?”

“Yeah.” Bucky’s grip on your hand was tight and firm, and he yanked you up from the ground with apparent ease. “I, uh– My home is a ranch.”

There was a pleased hum from Steve, and Bucky looked over his shoulder at you while Rebel’s hooves shuffled to accommodate the sudden new addition on his back. 

“Hold tight,” Bucky said gruffly. You rested your hands on either side of his waist, holding steady while Rebel’s movements were smooth beneath you — the reins were loose, and Bucky’s thighs clamped around the barrel of his mount’s flanks. 

“He is so beautiful,” you murmured again, just as Rebel made to turn around and walk towards your mare. On impulse, you moved one hand from Bucky’s waist to the dark coat behind your thighs. 

The inky pelt felt not unlike a luxurious silk. 

“Thank you,” Bucky said, then he clicked his tongue. Rebel took the cue and picked up the pace. “He’s been through hell an’ back with me. There ain’t many horses as strong as he is. I’m a lucky bastard.”

You moved your hands from Rebel’s coat back to Bucky’s waist to hold on. Even over the vest you felt the heat radiating from his body, and you couldn’t help but shift closer.

All the while a part of your mind screamed for you to drop and run — a long, dormant instinct that arose with such strength you’d never felt before.

The two men were no doubt two of the fiercest you could have ever encountered, that was not for debate or contest — you could feel the strength of Bucky’s control on his horse in the way the mount moved with such trained ease. Not to mention the muscles that rippled under the long-sleeved shirt of his made you realise there was far more than met the eye. 

What held your tongue from screaming or crying for help was the way the two of them did not even bat an eye before shooting a vagrant drunk that accosted you, even though they had no idea who you were — just a woman going about her day. 

Not to them, you thought. 

You noticed the townsfolk that stopped and stared at the three of you while you passed them by, both shock and fear painting their pale, grime-streaked faces, and you couldn’t help but wonder what they were thinking. A poor, foolish girl riding with the most dangerous men.

“There she is,” Steve said suddenly, pulling you from your reverie. You blinked from the light of the sun, and found Steve pointing towards your mare, a beautiful, golden palomino who’s coat gleamed in the morning rays. “That’s her, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling softly at the softened gaze of your mare once she spotted you. “That’s my girl.”

“She’s a fine horse,” Bucky said as he pulled Rebel to a stop. “Stevie, you’ve got ‘er?”

Steve nodded and dismounted to unhitch her from her post. “You take the lead; I’ll follow behind with this pretty lady.” You watched as your mare was tied to the horn of Steve’s saddle, and she came into stride next to him with as little as a heavy sigh to acknowledge her predicament. “A dramatic one–”

“You haven’t seen the worst of it,” you laughed as you scratched at her ears. “Not in the slightest.”

During the journey back to your ranch, you couldn’t help but notice how silent Bucky was — all conversation and pleasantries were held between Steve and yourself, with minimal input from the brooding rider in front of you. During one of the longer stretches of silence, albeit a strangely comfortable one, you took a moment to consider with a keen eye how Bucky held himself. 

The man was truly a marvel, that you assumed correctly. His broad, wide shoulders were straight, only slumping when he seemed to grow weary — most notably through Steve’s many tirades. 

The black vest he wore hugged his chest and waist, accentuating the lines of his muscled torso in all of the right places, and it made you think countlessly of the heroes in your stories that lined the old, wooden bookshelf in your bedroom. 

His shirt wrinkled and smoothed with each movement of his arms, the tight muscle beneath making your mouth water. 

“How far do you live from town?” Bucky asked suddenly, and to your horror, he glanced over his shoulder before you could school your expression, or at least look away from the expanse of his back. Something flashed in his grey eyes, and you were embarrassed to see a small smirk forming on his full lips. 

The coat over your shoulders was a welcome reprieve and you found yourself burrowing yourself deeper into the warmth it offered your still trembling limbs, and you hastened to answer before Steve could interject — the blond looked about ready to cause more trouble. “Not far, just a little while longer. You’ll come upon my fields soon.”

He nodded and urged Rebel a little faster, the movement of the horse’s hindquarters jostled you into being pressed right up against Bucky’s back. In the slight moment of shock, you clamped your arms around his waist tighter. The fabric wrinkled under your sudden, iron-clad grip, and under your hands, you could feel the low rumble of his chest while he laughed. 

You rested your forehead against the smooth fabric of his vest to hide your shame. 

Wooden fence posts suddenly appeared in your peripheral vision, and you glanced up to find the outer fence line of your ranch perimeter in all its glory. 

The farmhouse at the end of the dusty, dirt lane was a modest building from the exterior, but you were relieved to see it nonetheless — wooden slats were bleached from the harsh light of the sun, and the characteristic weathervane of a loping horse still sat perched on the roof from when you were a child. 

“We’re here,” you said happily, unable to stop the smile of relief. “That’s my home.”

Bucky said nothing while Steve moved his mount closer. “It’s beautiful. You live out here by yourself?”

“I do,” you replied wearily, side-eyeing Steve. “Why?”

Steve looked at you quickly. “I didn’t mean nothin’ by it, I swear.”

“Shut your trap, you fuckin’ bastard,” Bucky snapped, glaring at Steve. You blinked and stared between them. “Leave ‘er alone. If she is happy on ‘er own, she’s happy. She’s already proven to be a strong woman who doesn’t need the likes a’you to judge ‘er.”

“Settle, settle,” Steve laughed, “I meant nothin’, I swear, Buck.”

Bucky shifted in the saddle, and you felt him press back against you. The simple act to get closer made an indescribable heat climb up the skin of your neck. “Good, now shut it.” 

You caught Steve’s gaze, and he winked while Bucky’s gaze was elsewhere. 

The swirling confusion in your mind overtook any sense to question what just happened between them — they truly were an odd duo, but you didn’t linger on that thought too long before Bucky pulled Rebel to a halt on the earthen path that led to your front door. 

The gate creaked and groaned in the slight breeze, and a few of the horses looked up from their lazy grazing to investigate the newcomers. 

“Well, here y’are,” Steve said, handing you the reins for your mare. The two men were looking around your property with interest as you took hold of the rope, and a thought crossed your mind — it was reckless, dangerous, and possibly the most foolish idea, but something nagged within your heart to voice it. 

“Why don’t– Uh, well–” The rope was tight around your knuckles while you fidgeted with it, and your mare nuzzled your elbow. “Why don’t you come on in? I can fix you up a hot meal and you both can, well—you can rest. I can at least thank you for your efforts.”

There was a beat of silence, then Steve said, “You sure, darlin’? We can head on off; we’re only passin’ through.”

Bucky’s expression remained impassive, but there was something in his gaze that told you that you were doing the right thing — however much your good sense screamed that it was a mistake. “I’m sure—come on in and I’ll get the pot going.” 

You didn’t wait for them to answer before you set off to walk towards your home, all the while praying that you hadn’t just bitten the bullet. 

“Well, that’s real kind,” Steve called, then you heard soft hoofbeats thudding over the earth behind you.

The horses scattered throughout the fields watched you walk by with the strangers in tow, ears perked forward and eyes bright with interest. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Rebel start to gain on you, and then you felt his muzzle brush your shoulder. “Hi there, pretty boy,” you cooed, kissing the side of his nose. 

A deep chuckle sounded from his back, and you looked up towards Bucky, who was looking down at you with a soft smile — one that you found you’d do anything to see again. 

“You can hitch the boys just here,” you said as you pointed to a wooden rail set just next to the porch railing. The worn oak was sturdy, and you knew it would hold the two stallions should they grow restless. 

Steve dismounted with a loud groan, and he stretched to the sky when his boots landed on the dirt. 

Bucky, however, moved his left leg up and over Rebel’s neck, and he slid from the saddle with as little effort — a difficult dismount performed with ease, and the bastard knew it, too. An arrogant smirk pulled at the corner of his lips for a moment before Steve rounded the back of his horse, when it vanished. 

The sudden change in his demeanour made your brows furrow with confusion, but Bucky shot you a look that forced your expression to be neutral — whatever made him conscious of his outward expression of happiness was his business, you reminded yourself. 

But you couldn’t deny the pull to see him smile again, not after your interest in the brooding man had grown tenfold over the journey home.

you're not gonna stop me, are you?

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fluff #alternate juneiverse 2024 #babb2023 #rookthorne's works

[bizlybebo]

mega fucking spoilers for all of prime defenders s1 and s2

like don't you understand. dakota doesn't exactly see heroism as just self-sacrifice. he sees heroism as jumping in headfirst to save what matters most by pulling it back from the edge. yes he knows he could die in the process every time and he is one hundred percent willing to make that sacrifice for anybody but most of all he is focused on succeeding. he doesn't make compromises. he won't take half of it. he won't take two of his friends being okay in exchange for one of them being gone. he won't take william and vyncent being alive if ashe is possessed. he wants the people he loves to be okay. he starts off the campaign with such a black and white view of the world and i think that's why william's death in s2 ep39 is so fucking awful because for once dakota is bargaining. for once he is accepting the moral grey areas. he'll forgive william for lying, for killing jade and trying to cover it up, if he just comes back. for once there is no way for him to save who he loves. he can't try to give up his body for the trickster to take like the time he suggested it when trying to free ashe (implied in s2 ep16). he can't give up his own literal heart. he can't follow his friend into a magical portal to another world. he's finally faced with a problem he can't solve, a person he cannot save, and he thought that because he's grown so much, he wouldn't be faced with this again. he thought that he was a real hero now, doing real hero shit, but he's still fallen to the exact same thing again. he is kneeling in the grass of deadwood but he may as well be on the edge of a rooftop once more. can anybody hear me

#vixen rambles #jrwi pd #jrwi prime defenders #dakota cole #prime defenders #jrwi pd spoilers #pd spoilers #prime defenders spoilers

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HIII THABK U FOR THE TRIVIA AND ASHE SONG before i take forever 2 answer those or forget here is a blank ticket to please please talk about prime defenders and their AWFUL emotional literacy and processing skills i would literally love to read that essay so much ive also been thinking about it incessantly. big eyes staring up at u.png. ok ok peace out GOODNIGHT !!!! <33

i lied actually im not going to bed im judt thinking about this ans listening to St. John on a loop now. hello catkiss.gif i forgot how youve filled me with so much joy. that cat is so fuckign cute

anyway. hi :) prime defenders huh. this is gonna be less of an essay and more of a sleepy ramble but ohhh i have so many thoughts. they all process things so differently and none of them are good at it they all need therapy so bad. ms.g where is the hero therapy why didnt you build that into w.a.t.c.h ma'am

vyncent is probably the best at actually processing things out of all of them, he just internalizes everything to the point where he wont talk about it unless hes pushed past the breaking point. vyncent is actually very.. emotionally intelligent? i want to say mature but that feels like im singling him out because hes the oldest. i just feel like because he grew up on Fauna and had to be in basically survival mode in a world full of monsters trying to kill you.. that makes a person grow up quicker than they should. i think vyncent had a good childhood and for the most part his parents took good care of him but just.. living in that world doesnt seem like it leaves room for a whole lot of expressing emotions. vyncent is good at quick analysis of a situation, but unless a problem directly interferes with the current goal he doesnt externalize it to everyone else. but bottling up his feelings and emotions just builds up pressure over time until something like the lich makes him blow up and let it all out at once, usually in a dramatic monologue format bc condi is really good at those god damn it. also they played off the fact that vyncent said all of that to the lich and then missed his attack as a funny thing but i like to think of it as. he got too overwhelmed w his emotions and lashed out too soon it made his fighting messy. vyncent is so angry and honestly after what hes been through he deserves to be !!!!

william wisp. my boy. god hes just like me fr so much so that it physically hurts sometimes. anyway. i always think back to the scene where theyre all in the cabin talking about themselves/sharing backstories and william keeps desperately trying not to talk about himself. the fact that hes so ashamed of his powers he hides wisp form every time. two of his powers are LITERALLY a) turning invisible and b) turning intangible, usually as an excuse to leave whatever situation hes in ("accidentally" falling through the floor at opportune moments in season 1) . theres. a thing that happens at the end of episode 13/beginning of epidode 14 that youre really close to and i wont spoil yet but god it has to do with this so extremely much please come back to my inbox when you get there. youll know what it is trust me. um. yeah. so anyway. i think a lot of this comes from a place of. he doesnt want anyone to be scared of him. williams not stupid hes incredibly smart and insightful he knows his powers are objectively SCARY. hes scared of himself constantly, he doesnt want anyone else to feel that way about him, so he shifts focus whenever those aspects of himself are brought up because if someone were to think about it for any amount of time theyd realize the truth that hes scary and dangerous to be around (<< william logic. hey remember how one of the reasons he originally left deadwood was because the monsters there were attracted to the wisps and therefore Him so he left to keep his friends/family out of danger)

i think a lot about williams death and the immediate aftermath, i dont know how much you actually know and how much of this comes later but . how does he go home after waking up from that. his parents know about his powers, so they MUST know what happened. what do you think he told them when he god home muddy and dirty and broken and probably bloody after being missing for. god knows how long. how does he look his mother in the eyes and tell her her little boy is dead. but hes also not because hes standing right in front of her. how the fuck do you think he felt the first time he went into wisp form and saw his body laying there !!! of course he wouldnt want to talk about that!!!! youre gonna have to pry william wisps emotions from his cold dead hands !!!!!!!

dakota's response to the ashe situation was to run away in the woods and do nothing but train for 10 months. he didnt think about it for 10 months. i dont even have a whole lot to say about dakota other than like. stunned silence whenever his inability to process trauma is brought up because grizzly does such an incredible job at being like "you ask dakota how hes doing and his face is just blank" << paraphrased actual quote from an episode i cannot remember which one. either 11 or 12 ?

also because im thinking about him im including ashe in this. we didnt get to see a whole lot of his canon reactions to extreme emotional situations so a lot of this is just coming from My Mind but ashe seems like hed be the type to repress a lot of his emotions too. being alone in your house/in your room for extended periods of time will do that to a guy. i think he feels a lot of things and will probably very openly cry/scream/get angry when hes alone but as soon as he knows another person is there he can immediately flip the switch to turn it all off like nothing happened. very much a deadpan "im fine." if someone asks how hes doing, even if hes got like. the remainder of tear tracks down his face. cannot physically express his emotions in the presence of someone else

#very tempted to add a thing about the greats to vyncents section but i am not going to #anyway do u think it was weird for him to have the people he idolized in his brain. they knew things he thought #they felt things he felt they probably talked about it its no wormnder he keeps his emotions close to his chest etc etc etc #anyway. #im projecting a little bit on all of these can you tell. dont take any of this as canon i am fully like. #oh boy how can i put aspects of my godawful mental health practices on my favorite little superhero teens. #especially ashe be he has not a whole lot of canon basis . sorry ashe you get my emotion switch #asks #intertexts #friends!!! #jrwi pd #um!!! sorry i went off on the second william paragraph i think about the early stages of him gaining his powes a lot. #its the danny phantom in me #also that last sentence was especially mean of me sorry. i did yhat on purpose :) i love to be evil #OKAY. im going to bed for real now. i had 2 get this out of my system before i slept on it and forgot all the thoughts fresh in my mind

[storyofmychoices]

Nyx: Skin Color head canon

The loveliest @oh-so-youre-a-nerd surprised me with this gorgeous art of Nyx and Aerin. In it, Thia combined elements of my moodboard and headcanons for Nyx and gave them a galaxy skin tone and I am so in love with it that I am including it in a new HC for Nyx!

While Nyx's skin is naturally black, their skin has the ability to transform into a tone reminiscent of the night sky/a galaxy. This metamorphosis occurs in response to heightened emotional states (intense joy, profound sorrow, true love, unyielding determination, etc). Additionally, this transformation can be triggered by celestial events such as lunar and solar eclipses, the alignment of planets, and even some full moons if Nyx's near a strong magical source or they're practicing magic.

In these moments, deep purples and blues cascade across their skin, shimmering like stars. The celestial pattern that emerges reflects Nyx's connection to the cosmos and the flow of the galaxy flowing through their veins. Their yellow eyes burn brighter like two stars.

This distinction sets Nyx apart from other elves. As a child, when this ability first arose after their parents death, the elves in their community feared them and rejected them. The elves felt Nyx was cursed and was the cause of their parents' deaths. They treated Nyx as though they were a criminal, even though they were only a child and had nothing to do with their parent's deaths. Nyx has always had a difficulty with the customs and tradition of elven society but the elves treatment of them at a young age played a huge role in their decision to leave the first chance they got.

Despite their outward cautious, practical, and stoic demeanor, Nyx struggled to accept this ability and wished they could control it so that they could keep it from happening. Nyx largely has lived alone because of it. They took refuge on the edge of the Deadwood forest, knowing no one would come look for them. It took years for Nyx to accept who they were and that people may never see them as who they truly are and only see what they want to see.

When it happened for the first time after meeting Aerin, they wanted to run away, but they didn't. It was different with him... for the first time in a long time, they felt seen.

[Nyx's profile]

#nyx selenastra #aerin valleros #blades of light and shadow #bolas #blades 2 #nyx (oc) #lovealexhunt #jaunary2024 #choices #playchoices #choices game #aerin x nyx #nyx x aerin

[fishcop]

may i request your full, unfiltered thoughts on william wisp?

oh absolutely absolutely you can

this question has fully opened up flood gates in my head you don’t even know ‼️

OK SO WILLIAM WISP HES GREAT HES MY FAVORITE JRWI CHARACTER

he isn’t the archetype of the one smart character because he’s wayyyyy too cringefail for that

spoilers of course of course

I love love love his parallels with Dakota (Dakota who’s so morally set in the right and rigid direction vs William who sways on the line so much that it feels like the tightrope metaphor wasn’t just for losing control of his powers, it’s also about how with just a few actions his morals can sway very quickly as well and even tumble off the deep end.)

his parallels with vyncent too and how he’s running away from his past while vyncent a trying his best go get back to it! the scene with Kamuri broke me dude you don’t even knowwwww

it hit way to close to home with the ‘feeling like you’re inherently worse than everyone else, and letting that stop you from feeling like you can do anything.’ THE WAY HE LOST AND GOT HIS POWERS ABCK IS SO. FUCKING COOL TO ME

ITS ALL DESERVED AND FOUGHT AND CLAWED FOR!! HES the one who in the end, has to make the choice to keep going even despite his chances being handed to him on a platter earlier on. All his revives were given to him for free which he took for granted and it’s sooo clear in the finale when he finally notices that. ghostknife is so funny to me yes little guy go go pine for a whole campaign‼️

I wholeheartedly support Williams rights and very, very long list of intriguing wrongs

if there were like a moral scale or something he’d be so grounded compared to the other two but like so grounded that his moral scale goes into the negatives and that’s so cool because I love characters with flaws that are their fault, that they have made real horrible mistakes. I love characters that stray the line of ‘I couldn’t have done anything different’ while knowing full well that they could’ve but can just simmer in regret. I love characters with problems that you can’t say ‘it’s not your fault’ but they still deserve a chance anyways

I love how he gets confident when he’s in control, and he deals with fear by being in control of it, and as long as he’s master of the horrors the horrors aren’t so bad. Cause like in season one, it’s scary that mal has Kamuri in a bottle and what he could do with it… but if William knew, if he had control, then it wouldn’t be so terrifying. The bell tech ordeal was so stressful but he’s only calm when he is the one pulling the strings. I think this has something to do with how little he was in deadwood pre death- so many ghosts! So if he tries to rationalize it becomes less scary. Especially with the prime force and heroes, they keep him and pd in the dark and he’s terrified of not knowing what’s going on because look at what happened to Ashe! Where were the heroes! In his mind it’s flawed but it would be less flawed if he had more controllll

THIS ALSO GOES FOR THE WISPS! THEYRE unpredictable they’re finicky they’re tricksters (heh) and he’s scared of his own powersss. Allow me to be poetic and metaphorical for a sec because they’re very literally like fire (the wisps,) unruly and unpredictable but William is so fixated on how they could burn him that the warmth, the light, all the good elements of a flame are lost in fear. FEAR OF DEATH, FEAR OF NOT COMING BACK, FEAR OF LOSING AND LOSING FINITELYYY

AND NOW HES IN A PLACE WHERE HE KNOWS HES STRONG ENOUGH TO EXPLORE THE WORLD AND HIS POWERS AFTER BEING TRAPPED IN HIS HEAD FOR SO LONG

YEP THATS MY THOUGHTS. SUPER DUPER UNFILTERED AND CONFUSING AND DISCONNECTED BUT WHAT CAN I SAY I SPIN JRWI CHARACTERS AROUND IN MY HEAD LIKE A MICROWAVE

thanks for the ask :D

#jrwi pd #william wisp

[fancy-fangs]

William Wisp and falling

Ive been egged on ( @birdsflypiecemeal @ambrose-d ) so here we are. I wrote 1000 and something words on William and the concept of falling and falling as a theme and symbol of his character.

I have not fully finished season 2 yet, so if there is another big moment i might add that in the future, for now this is about everything up until S2 Ep35 so obviously spoilers for that. Also just a general need to have seen that because i do not give enough context to just go in without any knowledge.

Anyways here goes.

All of this starts even way before the actual first episode of the show. Because the first time William Wisp falls he’s like 16 and he’s in Deadwood and he’s alone in the forest. He falls – and dies.

And he thinks it’s the end but really it’s the beginning of the William wisp we all know, and that he knows himself to be as well. He falls and he dies but it’s the beginning of all of this. The first piece of the puzzle laying down for him and his future.

Now the second time he falls is already difficult to place. Probably still at some point even before the show, or sometime during season one. Its so unspoken that we can’t even really tell when it happens.

At some point William Wisp falls for his best friend. Its not as fast, he doesn’t slip and suddenly ends up on the forest ground, his face covered in dirt. It happens slowly during movie nights and homework and fighting petty crime.

And it’s a different kind of fall but the adrenaline is the same.

The third time he “jumps” himself. He’s dead, actually dead this time – he can’t feel, his body is actually translucent and he went completely ghost. And he thinks this is it but his brother seems to be an actual piece of shit so he floats out the window and tries to call him. The call is so much shorter than the way down – not that he would’ve expected anything else – and suddenly he hears Vyncent screaming from above him, falling towards him.

And somehow this makes him come back, his body comes back and he starts falling again himself but God at least falling means he’s alive – at least falling means he’s done floating through existence. He makes a trampoline and it catches him and Vyncent and they hug each other – they can finally hug each other again. He’s corporeal again, he can feel things, he can finally feel the warmth of Vyncents arms around him again and he finally feels alive again.

This scene in particular is so big for William and could not be any more symbolic of they tried to. (The fact that this all sort of happened unscripted is insane)

Because William falls and it’s the one thing that killed him but he falls and it means he’s alive again; he falls and he feels the wind and gravity and the anxiety in his stomach and HE FEELS. This entire scene mirrors his original death entirely. But this time he falls with one of his best friend and he catches them.

There is no dirty forest ground, there’s no asphalt, there’s a springy trampoline made out of wisps and his crush in his arms and this time he’s not dead but he’s so alive.

The next time is worse again. The next time he falls he’s in his brothers company – again – and he watches him perform surgery on a friend of his and he chases the others down, injecting them with a serum, and giving one of them a personal nightmare that cannot make William come out a hero. He knows it doesn’t.

He's scared these people but God even he is deathly afraid of what he did to them. Afraid of what he could do to others if he isn’t stopped. Afraid of the look of Vyncents face when he sees him again. Afraid of Dakota’s reaction when he finds out.

And he meets them again and he tells Dakota and they just hug him, they’re worried and they tell him they’ll be there for him.

In the episode dakota tells him that he’s falling and he can tell but he won’t let him fall alone. That he will help him and be there for him.

Then William leaves and finds himself an alley, and he holds a knife to his chest. He talks about how his friends think he’s still falling but he’s way beyond that already; he says he’s landed already and all he’s doing is causing harm. (A lot more happens here but that’s not important for this analysis)

William wisp falls, and he does it a lot . Every big moment of his character and his arc is somehow connected to a fall in some way and it makes so much sense.

Because all of these things are always things that happen to him; accidents that he would go back on if he could. And what is tripping and falling if not a something involuntary you’d like to go back on.

None of these things are things William does on purpose (which is especially important on the last example), but they’re also things that change him as a person permanently. All of these moments do something to him and change his view of himself and the world so drastically, that even if he would want to go back on them he couldn’t.

He is so intrinsically plagued by falling and fucking up and making mistakes, it’s become a theme of his character.

In media especially falling has a lot of meanings, most of them either coming back to  failure, defeat and death, or letting go and new beginnings.

Both of these things are found in Williams falling, but the most important one are the new beginnings. Like I said all of those falls change him so deeply as a person, they show an entire new chapter of his life.

What falling really is about though, is a loss of control, it’s vulnerability and the fear of letting go.

William as a character has this fear of the unknown, this need to understand what is happening around him at all times. He’s an investigator plagued with anxiety.

Still, life keeps forcing him to fall, to let go, to just accept whatever happens next. Falling is a symbol to keep pushing forward even through fear.

Its about letting go of always having control of the situation and himself, about embracing change and accepting it, about being vulnerable. And yes sometimes this is bad and has negative consequences, but sometimes its not.

Either way it’s a lesson William keeps needing to learn. And he’s getting better at it he is, but it’s so deeply carved into his character that it’s hard to get these fears out.

Its Scary and vulnerable and a loss of control, but it’s also liberating and new.

William falls and it makes him a ghost, it makes him in love with his best friend, it makes him a human again and then it makes him a monster.

#jrwi #jrwi pd #just roll with it #just roll with it prime defenders #prime defenders #william wisp #jrwi show #jrwi podcast #jrwi william

[shigayokagayama]

maybe a weird question, but do you have any recommendations for non-mob psycho media? I’ve been in search of something that hits similarly/is as well made and I trust your judgement o wise one. I’m not super picky, so recs of any kind would be appreciated :)

im like the worst person to take media recommendations from because you have to tie me down to watch something new and then i get obsessed with it forever, in terms of things ive seen recently that hit the same tumblr is NOT lying dungeon meshi is really good and if you start watching now you're gonna be watching at the part where it starts getting crazy

other stuff ive been into (gets progressively less mob psycho and generally more depressing like the further down we go bc i tend to get into really, really sad shit):

-i <3 deltarune but everyone has already played that. deltarune good. if you havent played deltarune play deltarune. genuinely like it more than undertale. also if the last chapter of deltarune is just the confession arc i called it and deserve a million dollars

-same w spiderverse. listen usually i dont care about superhero stuff but god these movies are good and i really hope they stick the landing.

-everything everywhere all at once continues to be one of my favorite movies ever

-rainworld (video game, very difficult but skurry's playthroughs do a good job summarizing the plot and general vibe of each route if you wanna watch those. i watched my friend play survivor ages ago and ive been playing through survivor with a friend on multiplayer and decided to watch some playthroughs to get a feel for the map and GOD DAMN the story of this game. rivulet route almost made me cry.) fair warning this is animal death the video game.

-severance (live action tv show, general plot is some sort of dystopian future where they invent a surgery where you can seperate your work self from your normal self so you clock into work and then black out until your shift is over. except your work self is just stuck at work forever. only 9 episodes but very, VERY good)

-i actually really enjoyed the scott pilgrim comics and the anime i wish anyone ever could be normal about them. id definitely suggest comics (if you can handle the 2000s humor) then anime. also basically everyone knows this but fair warning that starting out the main character is in his early 20s dating a 17 year old, it is explicitly treated as a shitty thing by the narrative and theres nothing explicit and its made very clear that he has 0 feelings for her whatsoever and is just using her as an ego boost but if youre sensitive to that stuff i might skip this one

-lots of webcomics about animals. i read so many webcomics about animals its like. my main media intake. this is part of the reason that i dont understand complaints about the art style my favorite webcomic looks like this

its called doe of deadwood and ill think about it until the day i die. others im currently reading (since this one wrapped a while ago) are "what lurks beneath" (cat cult on an island) "waves always crash" (cat cult on the beach) "i didnt know" (cat cult in a barn), toufati sawa (hyena trying to avenge her clan) and africa (leopard trying to survive the harshening world with her cubs) warning for animal death with all of these and general abuse warning for all those cat cult ones bc. cults.

-i like warrior cats. do not read warrior cats. its not very good and youll get stuck here forever.

-pathologic but the actual game and not just people describing the game please watch someone play the actual game summaries skip so much of the meat of the story and the characters. or play the game if you can bear learning to strategically quicksave. fair warning there is a lot of racism depicted against indigenous people in these games and while the framing of it generally aires on the side of "racism bad" there are a lot of kinda shitty tropes that come with it.

-listen bojack horseman is one of my shows it is the polar opposite of mob psycho in like every way and i would never in a million years recommend it if you want something that hits like mob psycho but if we're asking for just things i enjoy this is one of them. heavy cw for drug usage and abuse with this one. might want to give "does the dog die" a look for this one bc people are not joking about how heavy this show is

-same with hospice. hospice is a concept album about a hospice worker and a patient and has had more of an influence on me than any other piece of media ever bc i found it at the exact perfect time in my life for it to be relevant to my circumstances and now its like part of my identity. heavy cw for abuse also

-speaking of concept albums hey have you listened to tyler the creator he has several. WOLF especially i really like because the plot is actually like. kinda intricate. he also says the f slur a lot in WOLF but hes bisexual so diversity win?

-succession good. tw for like. everything though. probably "does the dog die" this one.

-hey have you ever watched david lynch's 1972 film "eraserhead"

#me and my friends tor and mich read the entire manga in 2 call sessions #i put everything else under a readmore #i feel like the more you know about my interests you can look at anything i write and go #hey. hey i see you.

[perrydowning]

Go East, Middle-Aged Woman!

Hello, Lovelies!

After Mr. Downing's memorial/anniversary of his death, I knew I wasn't ready to stop moving. It's difficult to imagine building a new home when my home has passed away. I'll get there, just not yet.

Because I am a lucky, lucky thing, a beloved friend, @thedarkside-and-thelight invited me to come stay with her and her husband. So I'm driving to the mid-Atlantic, checking off four more states of the current 50.

Because Mr. Downing absolutely loved Americana, I had to go to the Idaho Potato Museum, where I discovered a baked potato with all the fixins' is a pretty fabulous breakfast.

And I found this!

Darth Tater! On the back it says, "Welcome to the starch side."

Then one of my teeth went rogue and I had to have an emergency tooth extraction in Billings, Montana. Which is why I'm writing this now, as I'm recovering in a hotel today.

Tomorrow, Deadwood, South Dakota!

Space Cupcakes for everyone; y'all really came through for me when I needed you most.

Thank you, thank you, thank you ...

#personal #travel mindens the broad

[deusluxuria]

Random JJBA ending-credits animations I've come up with in my brain but I just have to write them instead because I cannot animate or even really draw lol

( Spoilers: Part 3 / Stardust Crusaders, Part 5 / Golden Wind, Part 6 / Stone Ocean, Part 7 / Steel Ball Run )

"Ghosts" by Siobhan Donaghy : Giorno trying to use Gold Experience to heal the Earth. Live-action or animated sequences of climate change disasters in reverse (i.e. the BP oil spill, wildfires, birds and fish dying during heatwaves, etc.), matching with how the vocals in the song are in reverse.

"Some Velvet Morning" by Primal Scream and Kate Moss : Doppio in his crappy apartment, doing some menial task like folding laundry or washing dishes, while dancing to the song. Not because he's happy, but because he's trying to be happy. It's hard to interpret what the lyrics mean, but I like to think it's about someone who feels very powerless in their situation and they're anticipating waking up one morning to everything suddenly being okay. During the song, there are imaginary colored lights in the room as if he's in a nightclub, somewhat obscuring how grungy and bleak his apartment is. But once the song ends, the lights suddenly disappear, and he sort of collapses on the couch with his head in his hands.

"I Know the End" by Phoebe Bridgers : The apocalyptic ending of Stone Ocean. It shows every Part 1 - 6 character's most cherished memories, before showing all of them sort of disintegrating into thin air and being replaced by a massive, silent, eerie void.

"Kim's Caravan" by Courtney Barnett : Once again, Giorno trying to reverse climate change with his Stand, despite how he's just one person and simply not powerful enough to do it by himself. At the end of the song, Giorno dies, having exerted too much energy in his attempt.

"Goumari" by D33pSoul and Habib Belk : The Stardust Crusaders group embracing Kakyoin (who never had any friends) as a dear friend of theirs. Mostly they're all in a nightclub in Egypt having fun. But during one of the slower parts of the song, Kakyoin is being lifted up on their shoulders.

"Deadwood" by Garbage : Mostly focusing on Doppio (who survived after Diavolo died). It took Diavolo's death for him to realize that Diavolo was abusive and was preventing him from being happy and having his own life with his dogmatic, controlling behavior. The main visual is a panning shot of many Golden Wind characters, who are lying down in a pink and gold river full of floating flowers, as if being purified from their trauma. There are flashes in between recalling the abuse that each character went through, and then of them escaping the abuser (or escaping a different bad situation).

"My First Lover" by Gillian Welch (content warning: abuse, drug use, graphic imagery -- in this paragraph of the post, not in the song) : A rather bleak sequence of Johnny and Gyro's lives before they met each other in the race. Both abused drugs and alcohol, slept around as a form of self-harm and thrill-seeking, accepted and didn't bother to leave abusive romantic partners. There are flashes of shaky camera shots showing bruises, vomit, blood, torn clothes, trembling hands, dangerous sleezy taverns, the open mouths of people screaming, the broken mirror that Johnny accidentally threw his dad into.

"New Skin" by Siouxsie and the Banshees : A more confident, assertive version of the same idea in the "Deadwood" one (Doppio breaking free from Diavolo). Definitely would be in live-action. There is a row of dancers in the background who are all wearing the same outfit and hair as Doppio, except they all have flesh-tone stocking material obscuring their faces. Doppio himself is in front at a microphone and rather jovially singing and moving to the song. There are flashes here and there of Diavolo being trapped in the death loop created by Gold Experience: Requiem. Towards the end of the song, the dancers slowly and aggressively rip off the material covering their faces. They are all completely different looking people, conveying that Doppio can actually embrace every part of his personality and identity rather than having an abuser simplify him to once face.

#giorno giovanna #doppio vinegar #vinegar doppio #noriaki kakyoin #johnny joestar #gyro zeppeli #stardust crusaders #golden wind #vento aureo #stone ocean #steel ball run #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba

[dandelionsquad]

HELLO! WELCOME TO MY WRITEBLR!

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Juno/Dandy - they/it - 22 - Métis ♾️

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participating in nanowrimo 2023 in a loosey goosey way!

Focus Project: Deadwood Lodge !!! - ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ*)

Q: What is DL?

A: An ongoing multimedia project and worldbuild that I started in late 2019/early 2020!!

Q: Okay, so what's it about?

A: A lot of things! Mainly, it's a year round summer-camp style safe haven in the forest for misfits and other "monsters". The stories most often focus on the many residents of the lodge! Other times, the stories will dip into the fae realm where we follow the journeys of a group of sentient automata on their search for freedom and independence. And still other times, we pop over to Bramwell Enache, a vampire fae and the founder of Deadwood Lodge, and his young friend, Millie McKay, a 12-year old girl stuck in between life and death.

Q: Any themes or tropes or genres you can tell me if I'm short on time but need to be hooked in?

A: Sure! Any of the following fit this project at varying times: found family; summer camp vibes; semi-horror; slice of life; cozy fantasy; occasional exploration of abuse, trauma, grief, and mental illness; LGBTQ; neurodivergency and disability; paranormal; identity exploration; coming of age; man vs self; man vs society; magic; cryptids; elaborate escapist fantasy for hard times; and more!

Q: Wow! Sounds cool! Do you have anything to show for this project yet?

A: I sure do! If you'd like to see art for this project, head over to @dandyghest where I post my art (DL-related and otherwise)! I also have five zines put together, but those are not currently publicly available. For now, feel free to follow this blog, and you'll be able to see any snippets that I share here :o]

Hope you enjoy your stay! Thanks for visiting!

#pinned #junos posting #deadwood lodge

[spigobath]

okay guys before any new pd episodes, just need this thought out there. (looking at you s2ep36)

i REFUSE to believe that everyone in Deadwood can see ghouls and demons. i'm thinking it's a special dead guy kinda deal, which is why William can see them. but then we have the little girl, Anna(?), who can also see them!

so i'm thinking that in William trying to be alive, and the wisps abandoning him, they had time to kill another person off. and maybe that in the time that Anna has been missing, it was already too late to save her. maybe Anna is the new Wisperer,,, and maybe that's why the Trickster is with her, because from what we know, Wisperer's hold immense power over all things spiritual. so if Anna's this young, and scared, and newly a Wisperer, and the Trickster wants to stay in the overworld.... well, you get it.

i hope this complicates William's character further. i hope he feels immense guilt over just wanting to be alive again and resulting in the death of someone else. because from what we know of William, and the other prime defenders, is that they will take on everyone else's burden. i hope they all come to the realization that they can't save this little girl. i hope in them trying to save Ashe they learn over and over again that they can't save everyone. that's like the theme for s2, is it not? what makes a hero, and how can they be heroes if they are just kids.

anyways this only works if i'm right. i'm probably not. but there's a chance that Bizly wants them to suffer <3

#jrwiblr #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi show #jrwi william #william wisp #jrwi dakota #dakota cole #jrwi vyncent #vyncent sol #predictions for s2ep36 #SPOILERS FOR UP TO s2ep35 #i hope i'm right #but i hope i'm wrong #i want to be surprised

[roomy-ghosted]

"You're Dead. And you just want everyone else to be." -Bizly, joking about William Wisp.

But what if, William was a premonition of death. And that statement, from the moment he thought it, held true.

just a drabble, a word vomit story kinda beat 'm tired. I've been thinking about this phrase Bizly said ever since he SAID it. Major character death throughout. Be warned.

You had woken up in the snow, crimson stained your snow-angel below you, bones were cracked out of place and legs hung limp. It was a shock to your system and you tried to gasp for air that at the time you were thought would help. Though trying to do something you can't was never going to work, whatever comforted you at the time helped. You'd dragged yourself onto your stomach, dragged the mangled corpse through the snow, tracked blood with every sweeping movement and groan you made. Of course, you didn't think you were dead, so you just kept moving, you were desperate to survive.

"Make sure to hop in the shower before dinner, William!" Your mother yelled up the stairs.

Your mother meant well but you'd sighed, clicking your crutches across the landing to the bathroom.

"William," Your father had said, "You smell awful, get some axe."

You'd brushed off your father's remark. He wasn't around enough for you to care.

"You smell like death, Will, take a shower." Your brother sneered at you one day.

Your brother was never around. His words meant nothing.

You left deadwood a few weeks later, the uptick in monster attacks were clearly your fault, you decided.

When you'd reached the edge of town, you were panting, eyesight darkening and world spinning. You coughed up some more blood as snowflakes landed on your nose, sitting and gathering upon impact. Your hair was dusted white with heavy powdered snow and you lay there, staring dead ahead at the battered path into town from the forest. It was night and the streetlamps were on, flickering with moths flitting around it. A groan came from you as you lurched further into town. Desperate for someone- anyone to find you at the time.

Years later you'd gotten onto the train with some friends, dressed up in gaudy purple costumes as a joke. It was nothing else but a joke at the time. Then the train got highjacked and a bullet had came barreling towards you.

If you were alive, you'd of felt bile burn at the back of your throat, threatening to come out. You'd of felt it spill past your warm lips and tumble down your crust pants, pooling in chunks at his body. And the smell of it would have made more come from your lips until it was nothing but flem and tears. Well, if you were alive, he wouldn't have been shot, you would have. But that was besides the point.

Because you're not alive. And you'd simply stood there. Lips cracked, lips blue and parted, staring down at his body as it fell. As if you were tangible you'd reached out for him, as if you could grasp his body and cushion his fall. You'd skidded to your knees with this, probably ripping some stitches in your pants as you came to his side.

Not the shoulder -like you'd thought initially- but the heart.

It was one of your friends who'd found you after hours. She liked walking out at night like this, umbrella in hands and thick boots clunking tracks in the snow. She was like you in a way, a social outcast. Her umbrella fell to her side when she found you though, black tights digging into the snow and knees becoming red and angry quickly. She'd tugged you to your feet, heaving you up as you cried out in agony, foggy breath mixing with hers and fading out together. She'd screamed and yelled for help. Thankfully there was a diner nearby that was open still and people came out to help. Deadwood was a tightly knit-community after all.

His smile was beautiful.

You'd always loved the way he smiled; the way he snorted when he laughed; the way his ears perked up when you called his name; the way he leaned his head atop of your own when the two of you were in deep though - he was beautiful and you were nothing. Perhaps your feelings were no more than puppy love but it was a helpless feeling that was making you feel more alive than any moment you'd ever felt in your life. He made you feel feelings you did and didn't want to all at once.

"You're real. I see you!"

His smile was beautiful,

even when your tears were fading through his face as he lay on the broken concreate, skull cracked open on the floor. Even when your friend was cradling his head, brushing his purple hair out of his eyes, violently sobbing. He was beautiful dead or alive and still it stung. It stung so so bad to lose someone again. And even thinking that he looked pretty in death sent shivers down your spine as you'd buried the thoughts.

Never again. You'd decided. You weren't going to lose your last friend. He means too much to you. He's all you've got left now.

You woke up weeks later being lowered into a casket, eyes shooting open and body lurching forward as you made contact with the cushioned base. People screamed, you screamed. It was...eventful. A few weeks later you were hobbling around the house on crutches whilst you learnt how to control these weird powers manifesting within yourself. The stench of death clung to you like the plauge, no matter how much you washed it stuck. Nobody understood why your hands faded through them. Nobody understood why you were always ice cold to the touch, even in the heatwaves of summer. Nobody got why your teeth began to rot and fall out or why your skin was cracked and cheeks were bloated compared to your figure, they just laughed. you're only 16- this shouldn't be happening after all.

When Dakota offered you his heart? you were hesitant to agree to say the least. The doctor was unstable, he was mentally unstable and blinded with his metaphorical heart on his sleeve. But he wouldn't take no for an answer, and maybe, just maybe you thought being alive would make everything better. And you wouldn't hurt anyone else again. And naievely you agreed.

First he went under, then yourself. And when you came to...

The gentle blip of a lone heart moniter and a solem expression on the doctors face spoke a million words you didn't want to hear.

You're dead. And you just want everyone else to be. Maybe they'd get it then.

You were no longer dead. And you don't want your friends to be. But they are.

#jrwi pd #jrwi #prime defenders #william wisp #ashe winters #dakota cole #vyncent sol #jrwi vyncent #jrwi william #jrwi ashe #jrwi dakota #Cough #his friend in deadwood is called Morticia by the way- goth girl if you even care- #anyway im eepy tired nighty night #ill probably hate this in the morning lol #you can tell who's death i care about the most #and hw fucking tired i got at the end with the writing lmaooo

[thesoundshelter]

MY TOP 20 ALBUMS OF 2023

HEALTH - RAT WARS

Favorites Songs : ASHAMED, HATEFUL, DSM-V

Invent Animate - Heavener

Favorites Songs : Shade Astray, Without A Whisper, Elysium

Sylosis - A Sign of Things to Come

Favorites Songs : Deadwood, A Sign Of Things to Come, Descent

amazarashi - 永遠市

Favorites Songs : インヒューマンエンパシー, アンチノミー, スワイプ

kokeshi - 冷刻

Favorites Songs : 胎海, 報いの祈り, 彼は誰の慈雨の中で

Foo Fighters - But Here We Are

Favorites Songs : Rescued, The Glass, Show Me How

Code Orange - The Above

Favorites Songs : Mirror, Grooming my Replacement, But A Dream

Sadness - compilation four

Favorites Songs : all the beautiful moments, something's missing, spring twilight

Dayshell - Pegasus

Favorites Songs : You Wish, Give Me, Miss You So

Blind Equation - DEATH AWAITS

Favorites Songs : you betrayed the ones you loved, never getting better, killing me

END - The Sin of Human Frailty

Favorites Songs : The Sin Of Human Frailty, Thaw, Hollow Urn

Full of Hell, Nothing - When No Birds Sang

Favorites Songs : Rose Tinted World, Forever Well, Spend the Grace

Frozen Soul - Glacial Domination

Favorites Songs : Arsenal of War, Morbid Effigy, Glacial Domination

Blackbraid - Blackbraid II

Favorites Songs : The Spirit Returns, Moss Covered on the Alter of the Moon, A Song of Death on Winds of Dawn

Dreamwell - In My Saddest Dreams, I Am Beside You

Favorites Songs : Obelisk of Hands, It Will Hurt and You Won't Get To Be Surprised, Rue de Noms (Could Have Been Better, Should Have Been More)

Year of the Knife - No Love Lost

Favorites Songs : Sometimes, Last Laugh, No Love Lost

Paramore - This Is Why

Favorites Songs : This Is Why, Figure 8, Crave

Slowdive - everything is alive

Favorites Songs : alife, kisses, chain to a cloud

Crosses ††† - Goodnight, God Bless, I Love U, Delete.

Favorites Songs : Invisible Hand, Light As A Feather, Girls Float + Boys Cry

Galileo Galilei - Bee and The Whale

Favorites Songs : 死んでくれ, 色彩, ピーターへ愛を込めて

#HEALTH #RAT WARS #Invent Animate #Heavener #Sylosis #A Sign of Things to Come #amazarashi #永遠市 #kokeshi #冷刻 #Foo Fighters #But Here We Are #Code Orange #The Above #Sadness #compilation four #Dayshell #Pegasus #Blind Equation #DEATH AWAITS #END #The Sin of Human Frailty #Full of Hell #Nothing #When No Birds Sang #Frozen Soul #Glacial Domination #Dreamwell #In My Saddest Dreams I Am Beside You #Year of the Knife

[ohmigoshiloveu]

I kind of wish the idea of William being Christian, cafeteria Christian, or even just raised in a heavily Christian-influenced household was more explicitly canon and played with more. I’m mostly talking about how it would have been interesting to go in depth about how the Spirit World would have effected him. This is another long one.

The Spirit World kind of implies that a lot of religions (but not all, some can definitely reconcile with its existence) are either not entirely true or straight up entirely false within Prime’s canon. And Christianity is especially interesting because of how much of its allure and reward system and spiritual fulfillment relies on there being a heaven and hell. There’s got to be a lot of immediate and prolonged crisises going on with finding out that that’s just not a thing, and it would have been fun to see William struggle with that.

Like, how many ghosts did he help pass on in Deadwood, wanting to believe that they were either going to a better place or at least getting to rest. What kind of guilt might he feel over realizing that he helped them let go just to send them to the Dead Zone? He talks to the Baker’s ghost and gives them a chance to finish up unfinished business (and maybe find peace and pass on) without a lot of guilt, but by that point he had 10 months to sort out and come to terms with the fact that everyone ends up there eventually.

The Spirit World might not even entirely debunk his Christianity, especially if he was cafeteria (raised with cherry picked bits and pieces, you know the type) or just grew up in a Christian influenced environment. However, since the afterlife is so utterly indifferent to how well you keep your head down and uphold Christian values, it kind of defeats the whole point of following Christian values. At that point, if there is a God they’ve let all these awful things happen to William, he doesn’t owe them anything, what are they gonna do, send him to hell? Hell no! He’s practically already got his ticket to the Whispering Forest when he dies, the GM described closest thing that the Spirit World has to a Good Place. His heroism and values from that point on would need to evolve more towards an atheist stand point, because you end up in heaven either way, why keep helping people? Because he’s not an asshole. It wouldn’t necessarily be hard, he's seemed like a good kid from the start, but it might have been an interesting to see and a lot of nuance could have been inspired by real people who questioned and left the real world Christianity, and could have been a really uplifting message about finding your footing again and coping with the inherently traumatizing nature of death.

Speaking of, does he immediately clock that he’s probably going to the Whispering Forest? Conceptualizing death isn’t fun, but making peace with the fucking Dead Zone when you were hoping for heaven? Or, heck, William is ridiculously queer and an unholy affront to Mother Nature (because he’s undead, not queer, obviously) maybe he was on some level expecting hell, and it was a step up.

Does he consciously or subconsciously try to shove the Spirit World into the structure of his understanding of Christianity, kind of like when Dakota made the connection where William being from the Whispering Forest made him like an angel and that Mal’s like a demon. Does he think Mal is the devil trying to trick him? Does William ever wonder if there’s a spirit that parallels God? Does he ask Ashe about it?

Like, obviously I get that religion can be a super touchy subject and a lot of people have really deep and meaningful relationships with it, and a lot of people have deep rooted trauma with it, and it being explicitly stated as not canon might drag up a bunch of complicated emotions about a hypothetical scenario that would have had them tip toeing around what message they were sending in a world where Christianity existed as an explicitly fake thing that hurt William and left it’s followers utterly unprepared for the Spirit World after a lifetime of denying themselves things and working for something that didn't exist, so I get why it was left unstated and unaddressed, but William was doing bits like talking about Abstinence Boy and taking one look at Ghoul and then looking for a church before the Spirit World arc and then never did anything like that again after it, he comes from a small town with pretty stereotypical suburban parents (even if his family history’s more complicated according to the last episode) in an environment with a lot of seemingly traumatic supernatural events that might encourage people to go find Jesus, his hero suit gives him a halo, and Dakota calls him the spirit world equivalent of an angel, and I’ve sort of been rotating all of that around in my head.

On another note, Vyncent would respond to William venting about religious trauma by offering to go help him kill God, because that’s something that canonically happens in his dimension. I’ve also been rotating that in my brain.

#William Wisp #jrwi #prime defenders #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi pd #jrwi prime defenders spoilers #jrwi pd spoilers #prime defenders spoilers #not sure but I want to just be safe #Christianity #atheism #atheist #tw christianity #cw christianity #tw religion #cw religion #religion mention #tw religious themes #religion tw #christianity tw #vyncent sol #religious questioning #straight up put regular questioning first that would have been fun #op

[satansbastards]

Theory on the Wisp family history

Purely just me making up shit that sounds cool and that I think would be interesting from a narration standpoint. 

I think William’s ancestors, just the Wisps in general all had the ability to see the spirits and monsters of Deadwood. All at varying degrees of clarity mind you but I feel like they’d all at least see a bit. Yes that does include Will’s dad, but I doubt he can see spirits as clearly. 

More so I think the Will o’ Wisps have taken an interest in the family, maybe offering them guidance over the years. 

Their family is one of the oldest in Deadwood, like they’ve been around since the founding of the town. Maybe they’ve always had the surname Wisp, maybe it was given to them after a while, who’s to say it’s been a very long time. Mr. Wisp has some level of power or authority, enough so that he even has pull in the city of New Haven. His stepson David also went on to have a very successful business outside of the town. Maybe due to Mr. Wisp’s connections?

Read more to save your dash from my rambling but mostly just thoughts on his family and their place within this weird little town.

Originally gravekeepers, they could commune wih the spirits and attempt to help them pass on or at the very least keep them docile. Years go on they become more like protectors of the town, warding off monsters and more malevolent spirits that threatened townsfolk. 

Those in the family with the greatest ability to see the supernatural were guided by the little wisps themselves. I really feel like in William’s early years they helped guide him to safety. He’s a smart kid and KNOWS about the monsters and the kind of threat they pose so I really doubt he’d just chase after the wisps to his death with no prior knowledge of them.

I will also say, likely those who were exceptionally gifted almost always died or disapeared in tragic or mysterious ways. Knowing too much or digging too deep into things is a surefire way to get into trouble and I think that Will’s intenesly curious nature is a family trait. Wisps are just like that! Always needing to know what’s going on in this strange town they’ve lived in their whole lives. 

The people of Deadwood may not know about what the creatures are but I do think they have all kinds of practices and little rituals they do to keep themselves safe. These would have been passed down from the Wisp family to the rest of the families in town as a way to curb the disappearances and deaths. 

Halloween? Nah they’ve got like a whole week dedicated to talking about this stuff. Every night of said week since the Wisps started up the practice people would dress up as these monsters and tell the tales of beasts of Deadwood. On the surface, to outsiders and tourists? It’s just a fun local festival designed to tell spooky stories to scare children. In reality, it’s a way to warn the children on what places to avoid, how to stay safe and ward off the monsters, and to let them know that they are not necessarily safe, even in their homes. 

But times change, technology advances and the people of Deadwood sort of forget to take things seriously. The Wisp family are no longer the guardians and guides they were once respected as. And maybe the family itself stopped taking things as seriously. 

So over the generations less and less Wisps are born with clear sight like that or if they do have it they go on to ignore their abilites and get the hell out of dodge. Will’s the first Wisp in a while to see as well as he does. 

Maybe the wisps were just excited to have someone around with his ability, maybe they even gifted him with it. I know they’re mischievous little creatures so honestly they could have subtly suggested the name William to his birth mother via ghostly shenanigans as a sort of sign of their favor. 

I don’t think the Will o’ Wisps were human once, I’m not convinced they were ever even alive. They just give off the vibes of just these ancient beings that come from the Spirit World. They’ve been around forever, they take an interest in the mortal world though for what reason I couldn’t tell you. Maybe it’s just a fun little thing to do. 

I think they gift these powers to this family and now with Will, maybe because of the threat of the Trickster, they decided to take things to an extreme. Gave him some REAL powers, not just the ability to see spirits. 

All this to say, William’s family has always had the favor of the Will o’ Wisps who offered up guidance through the darkness and led them to safety. At least up until their curiosity got the better of them and led them too far to be helped. 

Would explain why William would give chase after one despite the potential danger of dealing with spirits and monsters. Would also explain the bitterness and confusion Will has about what they want with him. Imagine trusting something to keep you safe your whole life only to be led to your death by them in the end. Without even a hint of an explanation. 

I don’t even think they were being malicious about it either! I think as these spirits that were never alive to begin with, they don’t really have a concept of life or death. You just are or you aren’t. And William still very much IS. If that makes any kind of sense.

#william wisp #prime defenders #jrwi pd #jrwi #look i have been reading WAY too many horror stories and ghost folk tales and stuff #and the wisps just do not seem like the kind of spirits who are really attached to the mortal world

[saltielena]

ok this post may be lost to time because i cant FUCKING see the text im writing but okay look at me uhhh jrwi disabiliry / mental condition hcs because im normal. actually i should use colors to make sure i can see. itll also TRAP YOU into looking at my hcs

pd. uhhh ashe has POTS. ambulatory wheelchair user i think. will has EDS and spent a lot of time in deadwood fucking destroying her own bones and it is NOT kind to her after death. needs a damn cane. dakota is HOH and as we know like autistic+. and i think. weird thought. vyncent has synesthesia. yeah. it just feels right. also he has hypermobility in his hands. and theyre ALL autistic btw. will also had ocd adhd and bpd. i am liking plurality vynce hcs more and more as time goes on too. dakota has dyslexia and dyscalcula. i cant spell it. fuck me man. uhhh is that all i had to say. OH ashe has c-ptsd and bpd too </3

riptiiiide baby. uhhm. jay has scoliosis and has an extrenal spine prosthetic. its like stegosaurus scales but theyre gold and magicy. jay is Absolutely at LEAST hard of hearing bc she uses guns all day. jays also a little colorblind. and has dyslexia too. chip obviously has phantom pain from his pinky. chip cant recognize faces that well i forgot what its called but he does have that. hes also pretty nearsighted. chip needs a cane but never uses it SOMEONE get him some tension wraps please. compression is NEEDED on this boy. gill has several balance issues that didnt present when he was undersea because of the obvious differences in gravity. gill hs tics i think.. tourettes boy… clearly autism i mean look at him. but also bpd. he definitely has varying muscle spasms hes just ignored his whole fucking life too. and yeah theyre all autistic yada yada yada

blood in the bayouu baby. blood in the bayou more like what thE FUCK kian stone has very thin blood. and autism and adhd but the weed calms her. maybe did too i havent decided. rand absolutely has ocd do not even try me and add and autism sorry theyre all audhd maybe not rolan hes too weird. rolan has ocd too and keeps every thought in his head in his own brain no matter what it is . i dont know if thats a thing but it is in this case okay. kians like half blind at this point mostly because she looked at the sun as a kid but also because her genes decided to fuck round and find out. rolan has lowkey audio processing issues fr… i dont actually have too many hcs in terms of bitb bc its so little content :(( make me sad

hokay its apotheosis time now look me in the eyes look at me look at me did/osdd rumi. umm . also bpd. peter.. w crutches.. makes me happy. no idea if i can make a warforged have phantom pain but i feel like its only fair to m babygirl thanny. love him.. peters clearly autistic.. also he has aphantasia because i SAID SO!!! (i have that)

ok i think my rant is over. umm. i cant wait for vampires to come out i cant wait i cant wait!!!!

#jrwi #prime defenders #jrwi riptide #jrwi bitb #blood in the bayou #jrwi apotheosis #william wisp #ashe winters #vyncent sol #dakota cole #jay ferin #gillion tidestrider #chip bastard #chip jrwi #jrwi chip #rolan deep #kian stone #timothy rand #jrwi rumi #peter sqloint #jrwi thanatos