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It had been an ambush, an attack that none of them saw coming. One minute they were prepared for a meeting between barons and baronesses, the next swords were being swung and Ryder was making a run for it straight through the building and out into the grounds. He’d never been more thankful for making Valentina stay at home, had never thanked the heavens more for keeping her far, far away from all of this. For leaving his best clippers behind to make sure her and their child would be okay. It had been days hed been away, days and days and days, so many even he’d lost track and he’d be damned if he was going to lose it now. 

Except, apparently, fate had a funny way of working. Because of course, of all the people to find him at the centre of a maze of hedges, it had to be his father. Ryder didn’t remember much from those moments. He remembered the fear, the nausea deep in his stomach knowing he was probably about to die. He remembered trying to keep a brave face, urging himself over and over to just kill him already but... he couldn’t. Not his father. Despite everything, despite the hell he’d gone through in his life because of that man... he couldn’t. 

He remembered the pain as the knife had stabbed straight through him, remembered the taste of iron in his throat and mouth and his knees giving out. He could vaguely remember the sound of his father’s regretful cry but... Nothing much else. 

Not until there was a feint light and the pain of being pulled - carried? - somewhere. He weaved in and out of consciousness, little murmurs of blood and infection and wounds or death. But it was one particular murmur, seemingly days later...  or maybe it was more a voice, words that sounded as good as a song, as a promise that he was going to be okay. Even with their frantic, desperate nature. 

Valentina.

“Baroness, he’s gravely injured, we must treat the wounds immediately. We... we made a makeshift bandage but I’m not sure how much longer it will hold.”

OPEN: male op. baron/leader role

Into the Badlands Verse.

loosely based on this. but not mandatory for a plot by any means.

“Baroness,” Mari’s voice disturbed sweet dreams - images distorting from him holding their infant to a distorted nothingness.

“Baroness, there is movement.”

Valentina’s eyes shot open and she gasped. “Is it him? Is he alive?” Her voice croaked as she pulled the throw off and stood up almost immediately.

She wandered out of the living room, breathless and lightheaded as she needed to see for herself.

Once outside, she saw the walls opening and bodies stumble in, some limping and others dragged on.

“Where is he?” She shouted, scaring herself with the amount of strength straining her voice.

She reached the point where she was merely feet away from the crowd of wounded men and horses. And that was when she saw the blonde curls and the air yanked from her lungs in despair.

He wasn’t moving, he was limp and being supported up by two clippers. His head hung low as his feet were dragging not far behind him.

“Is he….” she could barely see through her tear-blurred vision, eyes stinging as the pain begged to be released with a blink.

That was when the two men holding him collapsed as did he.

“NO!” Valentina ran over to him, dropping harshly onto her knees. She took his head in her hands and placed it on her lap. He was bleeding and his chest was still.

“Wake up. WAKE UP.” She demanded as she finally blinked, her hand hovering over his nose for a sign of life. She barely felt an exhale, pulling a gasp from her trembling lips.

“Stay with me… please stay with me!”

#out of the badlands -ooc-

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OK but like, if i was to reply to things from before I dropped off the face of the earth, would that be ok?

#I know I've owed some stuff for literal months now #its been a rough time #and a long ass story #out of the badlands -ooc-

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to; m/f/nb verse; modern (lmk if you’d prefer badlands)

It wasn’t unusual for visitors to be milling about beyond visiting hours at the hospital, but it was unusual for any of them to make their way to Veil’s part of the building. They would hover around wards and waiting rooms, desperate to hear even a flicker of information about their loved ones, but very few ever ventured towards the prosthesis lab, particularly after it ‘closed’. Which was why, as she was fiddling with some of the fixings on a faulty prosthetic hand, her attention was immediately stolen by someone opening up the door.

“Uh, hello. Can I help you? I’m afraid the clinic is closed for the day, but I could point you in the right direction if you’re lost…”

#open starter #open to anyone #indie rp #indie rp starter #non mutuals welcome #open to non mutuals

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New Muse Alert~

Meet Zola Finley, 24 and a ray of (feisty but quiet) sunshine.

Badlands: She’s a doll trying to work her way up in the world, spending her limited spare time writing and trying to make connections with those higher up to get her out of her life. Modern: She’s trying to make a name for herself in the writing world, struggling on her own in the city. Ryder has offered to help her, but at a price - a price that he has yet to tell her about.

#out of the badlands -ooc- #m; zola #zola; modern #zola; badlands

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kinda wanna get things back up and running here so -

Reverse starter call?

#like this and ill answer one of your open starters! #open starter call #reverse starter call

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shootinstvrs·:

“Funny.” Offering Ryder the water bottle that was in his hand, Javier scans the blonde’s body, a slight frown tugging at his lips. As an ER doctor, he was used to all of this, but that didn’t make him feel better when the person sitting in front of him in pain was someone that he cared about. “I’m not staring, I’m assessing. Tell me what hurts.” He half asks, half demands, tilting Ryder’s face up towards his. “Let me help you. Please.”

Funny... Well, he did try, and if it wasn’t for the pain growing in his torso, he might’ve even laughed himself. Instead, he opted for taking the water, practically inhaling a few gulps before daring to try and speak again. After all, cuts and bruises could be dealt with or ignored - dehydration was a whole other monster. He was inhaling a shallow breath when Javier tilted his head up, but he managed another cocky smile anyway. “What, are you worried about me?” In reality, having someone this bothered about his wellbeing, enough to demand detail about what hurt, had him feeling some kind of way. It wasn’t his father’s approval, or his mother’s love, but it was something, and enough for him to give Javier the benefit of the doubt, “It’s nothing, just... my chest hurts a little.” And his arm, and his stomach, and his head and his hands, but those were minor at best.

#absolutely! Thank you for replying :) #sorry for this travesty of a reply 😂 #m; ryder #ryder; modern #shootinstvrs

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O P E N

to; m/f/nb verse; modern plot; Ryder has been fighting in an underground fighting ring. Your muse finds him after a rough fight. Spectator/friends/relationships/anything goes!

“What, you’ve never seen blood before?” Ryder’s voice was rough from dehydration, skin covered in a light sheen of sweat as his breathing hitched and caught with every rise and fall of his chest. A hand clutched his ribcage, something definitely didn’t feel right there, and every breath hurt, so he could only imagine he’d gone and broken something this time. But the high, the adrenaline was still rushing through his veins, and wasn’t that the whole point in all this? It was a loss, and he’d beat himself up for it later, but that high was still pounding through his body, numbing most of his injuries and bringing a cocky, though blood-stained grin to his lips, “You’re really just gonna keep staring? Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

#open starter #indie rp #indie rp starter #open to anyone #non mutuals welcome #all welcome #rp starter

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Hi ok but someone give me one of those underground fighter plots. Ryder already is in his modern verse, so any kinda plot around that could be fun~

#wishlist

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As arrogant as Ryder could be, as self centred and desperate to impress as he could be, it was a rare, rare occurrence for him to open this side of his life up to anyone. The illegal fighting was designed to prove a point, to get out all of the frustration and anger and prove to his father that he wasn’t a complete failure - that all of the training he’d put him through growing up wasn’t all wasted, that his mangled foot wasn’t stopping him from being the strong, determined, winner of a son he wanted. He wasn’t the best in the ring, far from it, and his losses were far more than his wins, but the wins he did have gave him such a rush, such a sense of being good enough... he just didn’t particularly want people being there.

And then he’d met Juliet, and she’d become the exception to every rule he’d ever set himself. 

He’d tried, at first, to keep her away from these underground fights. They weren’t the safest of places, and he went home with bruises and cuts and broken bones far too often. Tonight, apparently, was no exception. The fight was rough. It was one of the roughest in a long time, really. He barely got a swing in, barely landed a single hit or kick, but took one after another, after another, after another until the round was called, leaving him to stumble back to Juliet. “S’not as bad as it looks,” he exhaled, wiping blood from god knows where with the back of his wrist, “Does-Doesn’t even hurt that much.”

𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉: our muses are dating/engaged/married/fwb. your muse is a professional boxer or takes part in illegal, underground fights. it’s common for him to get out of the ring with black eye or broken ribs. it’s a dangerous sport and she hates seeing him get hurt.  𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜: males  𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒: pick any of my females

It wasn’t the first time his opponent was much bigger than him. Here it didn’t matter how much you weighted, but how much money you could win. Young woman was standing in the first row, praying for his safe return knowing it won’t be easy to watch him fight. It wasn’t getting any easier with time. It was probably only getting worse, knowing more injuries were added every single time he fought. Tonight wasn’t any different, she watched how someone she deeply cared about was taking little time to warm up before entering the ring. Her heart was beating way too fast, her eyes glued to him. She held her breath, she couldn’t breath until he was back in her arms, probably bleeding, exhausted. People behind her were still betting money on the fighters and she couldn’t understand how people were getting so excited to see men fight. She hated violence, she mentioned it many times, but she kept coming here to support him, show him how much she cares. Even if the fight wasn’t going according to his plan, he could always look in her direction and know she’s there, waiting for him. When the fight started she tried to not to flinch too much. Watching every punch, every drop of blood hit the floor. People were screaming, cheering, while she was standing there dying of concern. 

#m; ryder #ryder; modern #//hey #hope this is okay! :) #And that Juliet is ok! If not #lemme know! #hcroiism

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inxthexxshadows​:

“Is this because I missed dinner again?”

He had wanted to be there.  Really, he had.  It was their one year anniversary.  One year since they had met and started this relationship.  And for one year, Ryder had put up with his vanishing and his excuses for only God knew why.

“Because I have a really good explanation this time.  You see, we made it a year so I can finally tell you the truth.”

His heart is pounding in his chest.

“Ryder.  Babe…I miss our dates all the time because I’m Superman.  And you mean so much to me.  You mean so much that I felt I needed to finally tell you who I am.  I love you, Ryder.  You mean the world to me.  Which is why I have to protect it.  For you.”

Ryder had never had much control over his temper, probably courtesy of a rough upbringing by a father with ridiculously high expectations. He’d always been hard on himself, but as he’d grown older and of course, after the kidnapping debacle as a child that had left him with a mangled foot, that frustration had quickly turned into anger at the rest of the world too. Unfortunately, that meant that Jordan tended to get the brunt of it at the best of times.

But he was right, they’d made it to a year. It was the longest relationship Ryder had ever had and... he supposed that meant the other man deserved his patience... and maybe a huge helping of ‘benefit of the doubt’. Something he definitely needed when those words left his mouth.

“You’re... what?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, “I, I don’t... Understand.”

#m; ryder #ryder; modern #inxthexxshadows

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to; m/f/nb connection; any!

“It just sucks, y’know?” Ryder mumbled for what was probably the millionth time in just the past 10 minutes. Was that even physically possible? Ryder’s slightly-too-drunk brain had absolutely no idea, but what he did know was that even he was starting to get sick of the sound of his own voice, “It sucks when someone means the world to you, when-when they take up your whole mind, and, and worm their way into every single thought you have, but you mean nothing to them.” He practically spat the word, nose curling in distaste for the thought, “You’re barely a fleeting thought in their mind and there’s fuck all you can do about it.”

#indie rp #open RP #rp starter #indie rp starter #open to anyone #open to non mutuals #open starter

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buck + tattoos

#m; ryder #ryder; modern

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#m; ryder #ryder; modern #*mygifs

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Sorry for being so awol lately! I’ve really not been well 😬 But! I’m working on coming back. Replies should come either today or tomorrow.

In the meantime, I’m around to plot if anyone’s interested in Eddie, TK or Buck?

#boosting this here~~~ #shameless self promo

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formerchcmp​:

Dante chuckled a bit as the other argued with him. A lot of newcomers felt the same way. Even Dante wasn’t that fond of it at the beginning. Men wanted power. They wanted to beat someone senseless and prove that they were the apex predator. The alpha male. There was so much more to fighting that just striking someone in the face. 

“Yes that’s the whole point, but you don’t wanna be the asshole who gets knocked out. You realize that I’m blind and deaf on one side and I’ve been able to dance circles around you.” Dante said as he reached out and knocked Ryder on the back of the head with his glove. “Think of it like sex. You can’t just pound away. You’ve gotta introduce variation, different movements and positions.”

People didn’t tend to get away with teasing Ryder all that often. He had a short temper at the best of times, a chip on his shoulder he’d never been able to, or even really tried to shake and that ultimately meant that his patience was thin. But there were a few people, people like Dante apparently, who managed to get on the right side of his temper, even when they were knocking him in the back of his head. Rolling his eyes and batting his hand away, he reached for a bottle of water in the same breath. That was until Dante was mentioning sex and he very nearly choked on his sip.

“You sound like you’re getting some good sex,” He managed to choke out, batting at his own chest as he coughed, “Like, seriously, point me in the direction of whoever it is, or at least, you know, someone on par with that.” He set the bottle down after that, shaking his head a little as he turned his full attention back to him, "And anyway, footwork isn’t and will never be my strong suit. You kinda need two good feet for that.”

#formerchcmp #m; ryder #ryder; modern

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loyalxtotheend·:

Lydia stayed silent while she led him to the cafe, taking that time to think about exactly what she would say– and how much she would tell him. Once they were seated at a small table, she sipped at her coffee for a minute before she spoke.

“A few weeks before I left, I ran into…an old friend” she began, a little hesitant. “I hadn’t seen her in several years. It was like she just disappeared, and I didn’t know why until recently. She was– still is, technically –married to your father’s new business partner. He cut her off from everyone, made her quit her job…the way he treats her, it’s not right.” Lydia slowly shook her head while she spoke, looking away for a minute, then looking across the table at her son again.

“The decision to leave, it wasn’t planned. There was an opportunity, and we took it. I had to get her away from him before he hurt her even worse than he already was…” She hoped Ryder would understand. “I would have said something to you first if I had the chance.” That was her one regret, that she hadn’t been able to explain to him before leaving.

Hands clutched around the hot cup in his hand, Ryder’s eyebrows were knotted in what may as well have been a permanant state of confusion as Lydia explained. All this time, all the days wondering why she’d just upped and left without explaining anything, without bothering to say goodbye, and this was the reason? Ryder knew better than anyone of his father’s cruelty and the cruelty of the people he chose to let into his life, but...

“So, you left...” he started slowly, head tilting to the side, eyes squinting with confusion as he tried to wrap his head around what he was being told, “Because a friend was in an abusive relationship. You left because they needed to run. Which leads me to think there was more to it than that.”

He shifted forward in his seat, eyes squinted just slightly as he looked over at the woman he’d looked up to for most of his life. He wasn’t the best son, he knew that. He was problematic, stubborn, arrogant at the best of times but she was his mother... wasn’t she supposed to care enough not to just up and leave without an explanation? “Is there?”

#loyalxtotheend #ryder; modern #m; ryder

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itsyouxxatme​:

Trixie knew things weren’t so simple with Ryder, feeling that he was set in his ways and behaviors, but she knew there things she wanted out of a partner at the same time. She could see a smile forming on his lips and she wanted to see a full grin, something so incredibly attractive on him. “I’m just saying, there’s things that I want, too,” she explained, “And I know how you are, but sometimes I’m going to want a hug, or some for of affection. I really enjoy that.” She cleared her throat and looked down for a moment, before lifting her gaze to his once again. “Hypothetically, I want more with you and that means you have to be willing to meet me halfway. I want you to take one for the team for me.”

Ryder knew he was difficult at the best of times. It was one of the reasons he hadn’t bothered strictly dating. Jumping from bed to bed, sure, but it wasn’t until Trixie that he’d debated actually giving dating a shot. And yet, they weren’t even there yet and he was already disappointing her. “I never said you wouldn’t get that, I just...” he exhaled a breath, fingers carding through the mess of curls he really needed to get trimmed down, “I just meant it’s not gonna be... It doesn’t always come naturally to me, so I don’t want you to think about going into this without knowing that. If you’re willing to work with me then fine, but I can’t just... change the habit of a lifetime overnight.”

#itsyouxxatme