#fastest finger in the wild west

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Fastest thoughts in the west

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MINORS DNI

May contain: dub con, drugging, dark themes, dark characters

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♡ mean! hopper shoving your face in the dirt as he fucks you from behind, you've been so bratty recently and when he got the opportunity to search the woods with you he took it, only so he could teach you to respect him as chief of police

♡ robin x cheerleader reader, making out with Robin in the music room closet then trying to stay silent as someone enters the room, it's hard when your both finger fucking eachother

♡ Eddie fucking you on a mattress he brought into the woods, its covered in cum stains but he doesnt want you to hurt your pretty little body on the various sticks and stones when he fucks you <3

♡ bully! Reader getting put in her place by billy after she mouths off one too many times

♡ dark! Pervy! stepbrother! Eddie/billy/steve/Jonathan, just think they would all perv on the cute little play thing that recently entered their lives, maybe you're taken In by wayne, maybe your Max's sister, maybe steve parents divorced and saw other people, perhaps you're even hoppers daughter. Either way theyd all somehow trick you into sex and be so mean to you

♡ being Nancy's best friend and helping her cum after being denied by steve/Jonathan, sucking her clit and fingering her soaking pussy while telling her that you would never let her leave the house without cumming

♡ eddie paying the cheerleaders in drugs to bully you just so he can comfort you with his cock

♡ scumbag! billy taking you to hang out with his friends (perhaps scumbag! Steve + x creepy perv! Jonathan + eddie who pretends to be nice to get in your pants) who tease you until you're crying, billy then letting you sit and cockwarm him with your head in his shoulder as he rubs your back comforting you as he talks to his friends as if you're not there

♡ dark! Mean! Eddie taking pleasure in turning popular! Bratty! Stuck up! Reader into a gross mess, he'd bend you over at the dingy bar he plays at fucking you near the dumpsters as he degrades you for liking his cock

♡ mean! hopper spanking you so hard you cant sit down for a week, pressing on the bruises that form as he pushes your legs up to your chest as his fat cock hits all the right spots. You dont know if you should be crying from the pleasure or the pain

♡ cutting your lip on Eddie's ring when his hands cover your mouth to keep you quiet

♡ virgin! 001 x virgin! Reader exploring eachothers bodies whenever they get the opportunity

♡ eddie making bimbo! Reader keep DnD dice in her bra just so he can stick his hand in her tits infront of his friends

♡ Jonathan and argyle getting you high just so their hands can wonder

♡ hopper, eddie, steve, billy and Jonathan cumming into shot glasses so bimbo! Reader can try to guess whose cum belongs to who

♡ robin fucking you with a double ended dildo

♡ someone already wrote about this but its honestly my favourite thought, eddie fishing his rings out of your pussy!!!! I love it so much <3 serious brainrot, like to think that he prolongs the finding just so he can see you cum plus the bonus is that he knows his ring has been baptized and blessed by your pussy

♡ 001 with sex pollen, it makes you both go wild and you're fucking like rabbits until you're both passed out and found by the facility higher ups

♡ drugged! Reader gets gangbanged <3<3<3<3

♡ wearing short dresses so everyone can see the Hickies and bite marks that travel to your thighs

♡ mrs wheeler spoiling you with food, freshly baked goods, orgasms and makeup for being such a good friend to her daughter

♡ farmers daughter! Reader getting corrupted by billy whose forced to do work on your father's farm by Neil

♡ being stuffed with various objects to stretch you out by whoever from multiple pens, makeup brushes, a hairbrush and any other type of round object they could find. You should be grateful that they're even stretching you out

♡ scumbag! Rockstar! Eddie x  naive! Fan! reader, he invites you back to his room where he convinces you (with his fat juicy pierced cock) to go on tour with him and be his pretty lil girlfriend

♡  dark! scumbag! Rockstar! Eddie fucking popstar! Reader out of jealousy after her song takes over his in the charts

♡ mrs wheeler helping new mom! Reader with her milk filled tits after they become so sore and swollen from not enough use

♡ mean! Whoever x crybaby reader, they pull your panties just so they pinch your clit, they bend you over their lap when you're with their friends just so you flash them all, you cry and try to wriggle away but you're not strong enough

♡ being the office slut in the police station but no one is allowed to do anything about it as your hoppers slut so everyone has to get blue balls

♡ working at a cute lil diner with your short little dress, having hopper as your favourite customer especially when he slips his fingers in you as a tip

♡ mean! perv! 001 x innocent reader -stealing your used panties then blackmailing you with them, knowing that he will get in trouble for having them rather then you

♡ 001 putting a muzzle on feral experiment! Reader when he fucks her to show dominance

♡ bully! Reader making fun of Steve for getting no pussy only for her to be bent over in a alleyway with his cock balls deep in her

♡ thoughts go especially hard about my braces being caught on Eddie's pubes <3 makes me like my braces more when I think of the getting caught on his rings too <3<3<3

♡ speaking of braces heres some thoughts about them, some self indulgence if you will

- mean! Billy sewing your mouth shut with elastics after you get bratty with him

- steve liking the feeling if them catching on his cock

- vampire! Eddie jissing you more when your braces make your gums bleed, let's you spit in his mouth <3<3

- making your lip bleed when they try to cover your mouth and accidentally pressing too hard

♡ anyway back to your scheduled program

♡ hopper x puppy kink!!! Hed call you a good girl, youd have a little tail plug and a pair of cute fluffy ears. Hed fuck you so hard from behind and youd take it because that's what your made for

♡ your boyfriend calling you while they're balls deep you not stopping when the phone rings, forcing you to answer and speak as if you arent clenching around them

♡ robin making you squirt after you worry that you're not able to after your boyfriend couldnt hit the spot

♡ having bruises on you hips from how hard they throw you back on them

♡ Fucking in the park in the summer!! short dress, cute frilly socks and soft cotton panties that get shown when the wind blows or when you bend over to open the picnic basket  !!!! <3<3<3

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #argyle x reader #jonathan byers x reader #tw: stepcest #jim hopper x reader #hopper x reader #karen wheeler x reader #joyce byers x reader #murray bauman x reader #001 x reader #henry creel x reader #vecna x reader #chrissy Cunningham x reader

[koushuwu]

How come you have such fast fingers?!

I fell terrified and very impressed..

the fastest booper in the wild west!

#» answered #fr though i’m just tapping with one hand while writing with the other akxndkcndjcnrg #earlier when me and a few mutuals were maxing out some other mutuals #i was dual wielding #mobile with one hand and laptop with the other!

[herodanny]

dr-harleen-quinzell replied to your post: am i hallucinating or did paulina have a top bun...

Your tags are killing me I love you so much rn

thank you :)

#dr-harleen-quinzell #hero.txt #im the fastest tag-slangin cowblog in this wild wild west(blr) #and when i start tagging from mobile WOO those are real twitter fingers

[wolfstarlibrarian]

Hi librarian, I hope you're doing well. I'm super grateful for your blog and your recs always get me through whatever I've got going on. I was wondering if you have a list for meet-ugly fics, they're my favorites

Hello friend! Your sweet asks always make this Librarian smile, and hopefully this list of fics will return the favor. There are…a lot of fics in this category so there are even more fics below the cut. Happy reading!

💞 Wolfstar Meet Uglies 😅

St-rain-gly Familiar by Judeyjude

prompt: Remus is having a terrible day. To top it all off, when he gets caught in a sudden downpour his umbrella refuses to open. Luckily for Remus, a black haired stranger comes to his rescue. The rescuing doesn't go quite as planned...

Smoke Signals by @kattlupin

Sirius Black, the reluctant God of Black Island, has his world turned upside down. Not by the smoldering volcano that has come back to life and is threatening to blow its top and destroy them all at any moment, but by the islands mysterious, surfing, pot smoking inhabitant, Remus Lupin.

The "Sweetest, Kindest Person" by @kittycargo

Lily's friend Remus comes to the dental office where Sirius works to have his wisdom teeth removed.

Strangers on a Plane by @halictus-writer

Sirius is planning on reading during his short flight. But his seatmate is rather handsome, if not a little standoffish. They're both short on tact today.

Operation Puppy Love by @goodboylupin

After a long string of failures, Sirius must take on the mantle of Man's Best Friend to help James win over one Lily Evans. As a treat for his good deeds, he meets the man of his dreams.

The Social Penetration Theory by @catewip

When Remus Lupin gets distracted by his insanely attractive new classmate, technology rebels and chaos ensues.

Fine Motor Skills by @my-coming-of-age-novel

Sirius Black's car needs work—again. Meanwhile, Remus Lupin is amused to see his favorite customer back at his mechanic's shop. An ode to classic "tattoo artist meets florist" fics, this "mechanic meets bookstore owner" one subverts the trope so the exact opposite marauder that you would expect to own each shop does.

To Fall for/on the Northern Line by @ptarmiganlettercarrier

What happens when the only other guy on the train trips over you? Well... if you're Sirius Black, maybe you start to flirt. And maybe, just maybe, he flirts back.

Tom Jones (A Love Story) by @wook77

The story in which Remus is a street musician, Sirius is a self-important banker that spends more on his coat than Remus makes in a month, James is James and Peter likes Tom Jones.

Hogwarts Bouncy Castle of Love by Children_of_the_Shadows

To many, Sirius in a bouncy castle may spell disaster, but to Remus it is where he has found true love.

Swipe Left for Safety by @remywrites5

His finger hesitated over a picture of someone who absolutely couldn’t be real. He had long, dark hair that fell well past his shoulders and grey eyes that Remus thought must have been either contact lenses or photoshopped. High cheekbones and sinful lips the man looked like a model. Remus was not about to get catfished by a picture that was probably of someone famous that he just didn’t recognize. Besides, what kind of a name was Sirius anyway? It was obviously fake. He swiped left. Not today, Satan. “Hard pass on that guy, huh?” Someone said from above Remus. “Ouch.”

Huckleberry by @wolfywordweaver

One dusty morning in a small town in the middle of the Wild West a gunfight brings the best gunslinger of the Greyback Boys face-to-face with the legendary Black Grim. Who's got the fastest hands in the West?

Chance Meetings, Therapeutically by @halictus-writer

Sirius is getting himself through post-divorce life when he re-meets the husband of the man his husband was cheating on him with.

Be Nice to the Wait Staff by wannnabesuper

Inspired by the instagram @overheardbumble: "I ended the date early because he was rude to the waiter." "Ugh, I hate that." "I know...But I ended up going home with the waiter, so it was worth it."

Headband by diiiangelo

When Remus finally agreed to go watch a soccer game with Lily, he didn’t know that the most gorgeous man he had ever seen would be playing. He also definitely didn’t count on said man kicking the ball right at his head.

Something Beautiful -orphaned account

When Remus Lupin's ex talks him into a drunken tattoo mistake, he goes to his friend and co-worker Lily for help. Luckily her husband's best mate is a tattoo artist who can help with the cover up. Unfortunately for Remus, the tattoo in in a rather compromising area, and he'll have to get over his embarrassment. Luckily for him, Sirius Black is just the man for the job.

Customers Only by Judeyjude

"Dragging her eyes back to Sirius, the hostess pointed a perfectly manicured nail to the sign on the podium that read: Restroom for Customers Only." A charming stranger saves Sirius Black from a sticky situation when little Harry's on the verge of wetting himself.

The London Underground Book of Love by Children_of_the_Shadows

The cardinal rule of the London Underground is to never, ever make eye contact. It is a rule that, among many others, Sirius tends to follow despite his otherwise rebellious, non-rule-following nature. So the first time he makes eye contact with a human being in the subway comes as much of a shock to him as anyone else. Especially when he's unable to look away.

False accusations -orphaned account

It's December 1981 and Sirius has his hands full with Harry, when one afternoon he receives an unexpected visit from Child Protection Services.

On Behalf of the Souls -orphaned account

When Remus gets into an unwitting row with a couple of drunk men at the pub, the last thing he expects is for the gorgeous person at the end of the bar to come to his rescue. But the Universe seems to be interested in seeing them together, as Sirius Black finds something he likes very much about Remus Lupin, and aims to keep him.

#wolfstar #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius x remus #wolfstar fic recs #hp fanfic #hp fanfic recs #meet ugly #get together

[letsunity]

The Mandoverse Characters As Animals

Din Djarin - The Aye-Aye

The poor LSD monkey that’s desperate for some peace, quiet and yearns to just hide in the background. They just want to vibe and not be involved, the one-off side character. They are considered bad luck and often deemed a harbinger of death but just wants to chill. 

Boba Fett - The Honey Badger

A small little beast of sheer willpower and silly ferocity. They will take on a pack of lions and bully food away from leopards. They can shrug off bullets and have the determination of meth heads. You can stick them with a machete and they’ll keep running at you - make sure that they’re dead or they’ll come back!

Fennec Shand - The Orchid Mantis

The pretty bitch with the sharpest claws. She can look like a flower, waiting for you to get lured by her beauty. Within a second, her blades slice through your body, another number to her ever-growing tally. 

Greef Karga - The Platypus

An oddity to the world that’s a moral and scientific grey, neither friend nor exactly a foe. They prove to confuse those around them and those who seek them. The amalgamation of beasts have several little tricks up their sleeves, including a venomous spike on their heels if male. 

Cara Dune - Giant Japanese Spider Crab

The embodiment of “fuck that” with a side of “hell no”. This beastie can make others step away with its appearance alone. Would probably be the mount for the Orchid Mantis to war. 

Ahsoka Tano - Spiny Bush Viper

A being of sheer beauty rivalled by lethality. Though of the snake order, they are a league of their own. It is best to be respectful of this beast, to leave it be unless you want a pair of white fangs in your chest. 

Moff Gideon - The Okapi

An elusive bastard that many thought to have not existed or gone extinct, only to shove their stripy ass in your face. They’re the Skeletor of wild animals, deceiving people into thinking that they’re zebra when they’re actually stumpy giraffes. 

Peli Motto - The Maned Wolf

Not a dog in the slightest, nor a fox or a wolf - they’re in a league of their own. Nobody is as unique or eccentric as this beastie. Though they have marijuana smelling piss, it’s quirkiness is a freshness we all need.

Bo-Katan Kyrze - The Asian Snub-Nosed Monkey

If the meme “Pathetic” was an animal, it would be one of these frigid bitches. A poor example for gingers everywhere and insults the monkey lineage. The Aye-Aye deserves a better monkey cousin than these snubs. 

Koska Reeves - Bat-Eared Fox

Hears a lot of shit and talks a lot more. Though not scientifically a rival, they’d have a staring contest with the Honey Badger. They look cute but will bite your nards away. 

Paz Vizsla - The Marine Iguana

A lizard so high maintenance that you can’t even have them in zoos. If they don’t get exactly what they want, they die out of sheer spite. 

Cad Bane - Mantis Shrimp

Not only are they the fastest hit in the west, these devas can’t even be kept in aquariums due to punching their glass tanks. Even if they don’t hit you directly, the water around them boils to a point you just perish. They’re a colourful cowboy that’ll dab on your remains because screw you.

Cobb Vanth - Margay

An elusive and secretive little sweetie that’ll make you fall in love with a stare. With a flick of their tail, you’ll discover that you’re a silver fox and kiss this dear upon their forehead. We’d love for them to have a tiktok dance. 

The Armourer - The Tasmanian Devil

Though small, these devils are as fierce as they come. They fear nothing and will screech at whatever comes near. They’re so ferocious that they’ve been known to even eat steel wool. 

Black Krrsantan -  Komodo Dragon

If nature ever developed a middle finger, it would be this beast. Not only is their mouth filled with bateria, they’re venemous. This fortnite dance of an animal will run you down be you on land or water. Even the dead aren’t safe as they dig up graves for an easy snack. Their own children aren’t safe, often swooped up and hunted by their own parents. 

Grogu Djarin - Hippopotamus

Though certainly adorable, especially when a baby, they’re actually the deadliest animals. They have the power to yeet you through a tree with minimal effort and are far faster than you’d think. 

#star wars #characters as animals #the book of boba fett #the mandalorian #ahsoka #boba fett #din djarin #cad bane #bo-katan kyrze #paz vizsla #the armourer #cobb vanth #koska reeves #moff gideon #peli motto #Ahsoka Tano #cara dune #fennec shand #greef karga #grogu #grogu djarin #black krrsantan

[bas-writes]

This is probably the fastest I have ever written a challenge text, but, somehow, the prompt and character were matching so well the idea appeared almost immediately. And what is ~500 words to write ;)

Anyway, this is my first entry for @kaizokuwritings's 700 Flowers Event. Congratulations, Meli! And thank you for this sweet challenge! <3

Wallflower

Character: Robin Reader: female (trans inclusive) Word Count: 450 CW: none

A wallflower crown feels like a meadow planted in your hair: the characteristic, sunlit and warm scent surrounds you like a heavy aroma of hay, dry grass, wild flowers and freedom. You tilt your head, leaning into her sublime fingers finishing off her masterpiece. Her skin has soaked in that smell as well, now rubs it into your temple, caressing, massaging you.

“Open your eyes.” Robin prompts you and your gazes meet in the mirror. You can’t help but return the smile, but intertwine your hand with hers resting on your waist.

“It looks like the sun.” Indeed, bright yellow petals with orange showing through on the edges remind of summer beams of sunlight. What a bright, bold contrast with the innocence of your white dress.

Robin reaches for the veil, carefully clips it into the flower crown, drapes it around your head and neck, the touch of her finger tips is like little kisses spilled all over your skin.

“In my neck of the seas,” she muses, brushing off invisible dust from your shoulders, “it was believed that seeing the bride in her dress before the wedding would bring bad luck to the spouse.”

“And yet, here you are.” You smile at her through the mirror. Her face, loving and gentle, reminds you of a statue of a goddess you once saw in a temple she showed you. Such beauty, dignity and grace couldn’t belong to a mortal woman, to a woman you were about to marry and call yours forever.

“I brought the counter poison.” Robin taps the wreath on your head. “The erysimum, the flower of a bride.”

A foreign word rolls weirdly on your tongue as you try to repeat after her. You never heard anyone calling a wallflower like that - but it suits her, her accent from the West Blue, her nerdy jargon, her warm seriousness.

“In my neck of the seas-” You leaned against her, accepting her arms wrapping around you with a serene smile. “-it’s a groom who brings a bride a bunch of wallflowers. As a sign of fidelity.”

“Poor brides.” You can feel her lips pressed on the back of your head. “The flowers droop so fast.”

Robin’s thumb caresses your ring finger, “Gold is more tough. I can’t wait to see you in it.”

“Ditto.”

The kiss is careful, to not smudge the lipstick, yet sweet and loving. You almost pity yourself that you have to part from her. But it’s time. You can’t drag your heels any longer.

Robin smooths her own dress and, flashing you with a beaming smile, reaches for your hand, before leading you to the makeshift “altar” the crew rose for you to exchange vows.

#afloweramong700 #robin x reader #robin imagine #nico robin x reader #nico robin imagine #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #nico robin #bas writes #female reader

[palant1r]

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[fandomracket]

SPOILERS Tales from the SMP | The Wild West

Warning: Cursing

Very few deaths this one. The blood lust have eased up a bit. Also, the accents/voices in this one. Oooooh boi. This is the same time as the Masquerade. So it's in the past of the Dream SMP.

Ok. Characters. Are:

Of course, our Karl. Twitch.tv/karljacobs is his full name. We got a shitton to talk about this man's character and such. I will save it for maybe the end bit.

TOWNSPEOPLE

John John (Ranboo) is a bartender. Has fingers?. Suspiciously looks like a minor that just works at a saloon and only sells beere. Hands a lot of drinks. He dies by the hands of Mason. I don't know the reason why but he did. The only one to die in the "right side." He believes the devil are usually the reason of "strange" occurrences. Held a stack of milk, pretty sure.

There's a priest Reveren? I think was the name that died and was supposed to come back in 3 days.

Percy (Tubbo) is a banker. If he had a last name, I didn't get it. Has a G R E A T S H O T. Also, had a banking bee that died because of Michael's fireworks. Plays go fish while in the middle of a blackjack match. Likes snap and to match the pictures. John owes him a lot. (They gave that skin to someone that is likely the youngest in that group)

Sheriff Sherman Thompson (Technoblade) is a Sheriff that has about a week before retirement. He is the sheriff and he saw it. Has a G R E A T S H O T. Forgets the number five. The only one who initially owns a gun. Has one Horse power.

Crops (Corpse Husband) is a cannibal prisoner. Ate the priest and the orphan. Ate the doctor last week. Deep voice. Didn't understand the terms of the duel. He was just hungry.

Ron Ronson, son of Ron, obviously son of his dad, Ron Ronson, who yet again is the son of Ron Ronson. But he is just called Michael. (Fundy ffs) Mails people things of people. Either he stutters a lot or he is some robot or both or there was a weird transition in the middle (maybe due to the injury or a nervousness thing). Eats Japanese lanterns and has a frozen (not the cold type) chicken wife. He killed it.

William Williamson (BadBoyHalo) offers muffins. Has nice pants. Has a G R E A T S H O T when drunk. You touch anything you buy it. Drinks a lot.

THE bullies BANDITS. (I love this) Democrat haters. They were never at all jailed despite their crimes and only Crops was and that's because he is a cannibal. Although the group also seem to be cannibals.

Jack Kanoff (Quackity) is the leader? of the bandits. Weak to Thorns. A "good guy" Cannibal. Killed by the hand of Crops.

Mason (Sapnap) is Jack's right hand man/best friend. Muted. Killed by Karl. He didn't have much info.

Just Connor/Flint Michigan (Connoreatspants) Fastest Thief alive. Why is he wearing a onesie in a west side town under what seems to be an extremely hot climate. Disappears. Killed by Sheriff Sherman.

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Other comments:

CHURCH OF PRIME

The map looked so awesome. They never visited the inn tho.

Also that song from and the beginning was so catchy and I literally listened to it earlier just before the stream started. It's by derivakat on youtube and the songs she made are so catchy.

Billiam used to be from this this town. He took most of the town's money.

G R E A T S H O T

Who let the cows out? Who who who who who?

Percy volunteered but was not really chosen for the duel. So did, Michael but Michael is... ehhh. I mean we already know whyy he wasn't fit for that.

Why John tho? That was just unclear to me. Is it so Karl can do his revenge thing? The man was shaking when they chose him.

I think Michael would've been hilarious choice to send in to the duel. But I chose Percy because he already volunteered.

O H N O

IT'S HIGH NOON.

Bandit Language includes LMAO, LOL, LMFAO, XD, :P, :3, OwO, and UwU

Congrats for Qucakity not dying first. He died second. New record

Jack, Crops, and Karl love triangle?

Milk drinking contest.. Also just because of the milk thing and how they both have similar jobs and actor, I think Butler and John John could be related. Billiam could have took Butler from John or smth like that.

Karl declares he's the new sheriff in town then suddenly walks away saying he wasn't even from there. I mean Yeh. But the confusion of the townspeople... it was funny to say the least. They just got dragged into a weird fight by someone they do not even know. That gives me an idea.

John was the first to meet Karl and defended him from the Sheriff due to being indebted to Karl saving him from the bandits early on. But Karl chooses John to fight the last bandit despite being "incapable" and was led to his death. I feel like there is some type of manipulation here tbh or I might just be trying to over analyze it.

Ok now about the Inbetween. It is really beautiful. And the multiple Karls. It makes sense! Since it is his safe haven on time travels and apparently he will time travel a lot more. The Inbetween has no time or dimension and I can see why there were many Karls.

Also Don't Stray Off the Path ? That has 87 pages. What's that about?

Good enough ending, lets go! I mean John John died but Lets Go!

I really love how it is a plot-following chaos. Yeh there might be an outline of what should happen but other than that it's chaos compared to the main lore where it would be a more "organized chaos."

#dream smp #mcyt #tales from the smp #tales of the smp #karl jacobs #itsfundy #corpse husband #ranboo #technoblade #badboyhalo #quackity #sapnap #tubbo #connoreatspants #why kill john squared still though #there was not enough bloodshed in my opinion lol #just y'know

[deans-baby-momma]

Truth or Dare-Part 5/20

Summary: The Winchester sibling trio has been through so much in the last decade. From the night of their parents’ 30th wedding anniversary party where Sam and Dean eased Y/N from her innocence to Sam becoming a happily married lawyer with a kickass nurse of wife to the three of them now living in the same town they grew up in under the same roof where each of them came of age.  Y/N is a working mother of three,  her days spent helping the townsfolk make proper and suitable financial decisions while bustling about escorting her two oldest to school and her youngest, Mary Ellen, to daycare; Dean’s garage is the premiere body shop for classic restorations and  car maintenance; people from other state’s bring their vehicles to them to be repaired. Business at Winchester Wheels  is booming; Sam is the legal council for Winchester Wheels and has been since he moved back home almost 5 years ago. He has his work cut out for him dealing with the people Dean pisses off and threatens to sue the garage on at least a monthly basis.

After one lust-filled night, the siblings become more than family.  They become lovers. The three of them, together and separately.

One big loving family.

So when Y/N’s boss calls for her to take a much needed vacation, the six of them hit the road. What will happen? Will it bring them closer together or break them apart?

W/C: 1243

Warnings:  fluff

After the shenanigans at the cafe and RJ’s insistent revelation, the six Winchesters loaded into the rental vehicle and got back on the road.

“Where to first?” Sam asks, looking at a map on his phone. 

“First stop, Dodge City!” Dean exclaims happily but frowns when he is met with groans. “What?”

“Dude, that is like your fantasy sabbatical,” Sam says, looking over his shoulder at Y/N to see her nodding in agreement. “You love everything to do with the Wild West. Me and Y/N, not so much. The kids are going to be so bored!”

Dean huffs and sighs. “Well just so you know, they have a zoo and a water park that I had planned to take everyone to. Do you want to just cross that off the list?”

Y/N could tell Dean had gotten his feelings hurt at their disregard for his agenda. She scooted forward in her seat and put her arms around his seat and onto his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m sure we’ll enjoy Dodge City.”

“Don’t knock it until you try it,” Dean responds and bends his head to kiss her hand. “We’re going to get there just in time for the 5:00 mock showdown between Wild Bill and Davis Tutt. You know Wild Bill got lucky Tutt was such a bad shot. It took ol’ Bill a few seconds longer to steady his gun. Worked out though, because he shot his opponent right in the heart!”

Y/N could tell from the tone of his voice and the slight change of pitch that Dean was excited to be able to witness such a remarkable, albeit remade, event in history. She felt bad about their initial reaction.

“Oh my god! Did you see that?” Dean remarks as they walk away from the stage of the mock gun battle. “Bill was the fastest draw in the land.” Dean pretends to pull a gun from a holster on his side and makes a pistol with his finger and thumbs, “shooting” left and right; mimicking the sound of shots by blowing air out of his puckered lips. 

Y/N shakes her head as she carries a sleepy Mary Ellen on her lap as RJ holds his uncle’s hand and Izabella holds her father’s non-gun one. As they walk down the street of the city decorated to look like an Old West town, they each take in the sights from the displays of the attire of times gone by. 

She can not imagine having to wear such drab and concealing garb that the women wore back then. Added to the fact that they were usually also squeezed into a corset that was two sizes too small and Y/N wonders how they ever got anything done, much less felt like populating the world.

She looks at one of the pictures that is hanging on the wall. The Vandall Family were photographed in front of what Y/N assumed was their homestead. The husband and wife and their 13 kids were all lined up from tallest to shortest. The woman was also holding an infant in her arms so that made 14 times she had taken off all those layers and laid with her husband to get pregnant. Unfathomable to Y/N!

Back at the hotel they had gotten rooms at, she places Mary Ellen in the provided crib and closes the door to the adjoining room. Izabella and RJ are in the adults’ room with Sam and Dean watching cartoons so Y/N decides to take a shower while the baby naps.

As she is rinsing her hair, she hears the door open and feels a presence enter the room. She waits and just a few seconds later, Dean’s head pops around the curtain.

“What a lovely view,” he says as he eyes her up and down. “So sexy,” he continues with a smirk on his face. “And all mine.”

“Uh huh. What do you want?” Y/N asks, trying to act nonchalant, that the fact that Dean is ogling her naked form is not turning her on. But sure enough she feels the first of the tingles in her pussy as he licks his lips.

“Sammy said he would watch the kids so we can go out,” Dean tells her, his eyes still trailing up and down her body. “So Y/N, wanna go on a date with me?”

Y/N stops what she’s doing and looks at her brother. An actual date? One where they can be the couple they want to be; hold hands and kiss? A date where they don’t have to worry about who sees them together?! The thought of that alone gets her blood pumping and her heart beat rushing.

“Yea,” she answers delighted and anxious.

“Okay. Well, dress up little lady because I am taking you out on the town!” Dean imitates a cowboy as his smile stretches across his face. He winks and blows her a kiss before disappearing. She hears the bathroom door click shut and she waits until she is sure Dean is back in the other room before she squeals.

Their first date. The first time they can go out and be a couple. She hurriedly finishes washing before turning the water off and stepping out of the tub, wrapping the fluffy hotel towel around her. 

She’s going on a date, her first official date. Ever!

Knowing this is a special occasion, even if it is just for her, Y/N takes the extra time to style her hair the way she wants it and picks out the best blouse she had packed, pairing it with a pair of black trousers and her slip on booties. 

She even puts on makeup, using the barely-ever-used eyeshadow palette to create a smoky eye effect. She tops that off with a thin layer of mascara and some blush on her cheeks. Looking in the mirror, the reflection shown back to her is of a full-grown woman and not the half-grown kid she was so used to seeing when she looked at herself. 

Looking at her reflection, she now knows how she attracted both Dean and Sam because even she will admit with the way her clothes fit and her hair and makeup on point, she was beautiful and sexy. 

She briefly wonders what Dean’s reaction will be and doesn’t have to wait long to find out. The sound of the key in the door draws her attention and she looks over as Dean walks in. He is dressed up also. 

He is wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, with no holes or snags in them, a cinnamon colored henley under a multi-colored flannel, the colors distressed and faded. The jeans were tight around his thick thighs and groin, leaving little to the imagination. Y/N could melt into the floor right there.

“Hot damn,” Dean exclaims as he takes Y/N in. “I am one helluva lucky son of a bitch. You are gorgeous, baby girl.”

“Thanks, handsome. You look mighty fine yourself.”

“Ready to paint this town?”

“As I’ll ever be,” she answers with a smile.

Dean places his palm on the bottom of her back as they walk down the street heading to, what Y/N is sure, some cafe that serves lukewarm coffee, cold pie and has dirty ashtrays on each table. 

Imagine her surprise when  Dean directs her to the exact opposite of her assumption.

A/N: If your username is marked through, it’s because Tumblr wouldn’t allow me to tag you. Sorry. 

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @death-unbecomes-you @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @deanwanddamons @onethirstyunicorn @supraveng @deandreamernp

#dean winchester #sam winchester #y/n winchester #truth or dare #NHIE sequel #dean winchester au #sam winchester au #smut #angst #fluff #wincest #spn au #spn au fanfic #SUPERNATURAL AU #sister!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester x y/n winchester #sam winchester x y/n winchester #dean x y/n x sam

[askaceattorney]

(Previous Letter)

Dear youngbounty,

Just an old cowpoke’s way of havin’ fun, amigo.  I know the days of the Wild West have long since tumbled away in the breeze.  Can’t blame a feller for havin’ a bit of the wild frontier in his heart, can ya?

Lemme know if that cowboy ever needs a lawyer.  Just so happens I know the fastest pointer finger in the West.

-Jake Marshall

#youngbounty #Jake Marshall #Ace Attorney

[mercysought]

The festival was a multi day affair.

The culmination of work, a celebration for those that worshiped the Patron God that overlooked the sharp cliffs that fell straight into a ravenous ocean. 

This place, Himsulem had always thought, had been perfect for Elgar’nan to lay claim as a representation of what he meant to represent. To the West, a loud and violent ocean welcomed all that dared to look deep into its abyss. It was known across the many different generations that had grown so close to them the different paths to climb down the sharp rocks. It was known that no golden sand would truly receive them, not unless the sunlight reached the bottom of the sea floor. A treasure between the sharpened rocks.

Even further West, they would find rolling waves of grains that kept their lands so separated. Bare. A sharp contrast to the stories that he had heard from the City that had risen in the middle of beautiful leaves. Many there wanted to leave, to see what sort of beauty was this that so many dreamt about. Himsulem’s mind didn’t turn to the leaves, to the thick roots that tore through ground, the large spiralling towers made out of gold. Of the Sun itself. 

Himsulem thought that it was more folly than necessarily reality. The wild imagination of those that knew nothing but the work in the fields, the rolling of the waves, the cast shadow of the temple. 

Not many from far West made their way to their small celebration; stories existed of once the celebration in honour of the All Father had been so great and bountiful that he himself had presided over them. 

He remembered no such thing. But Himsulem wasn’t unaware of the fanciful fabrications that the large, looming temple loved to weave. He was perhaps simply less willing to be swayed by them.

That same temple looms in the dying sunlight. Its shadow pools all around the square of his village. The large flames roar louder than the waves at his back and illuminate the sharp and austere stones of the place of worship. 

Children sing of the many songs of worship and Himsulem finds himself humming along with them as they carry around painted wooden dragon masks. From behind them only dark eyes watch on, reflected by the dying Sun or the bright flames of the fire. Laughter cuts the words and his lips curl to see how the air around them turned to form simple shapes. A tail. Small wings. 

The most discombobulated dragons one would ever see.

The festival was a multi day affair. And in these days, night never truly set in. The sun remained at the horizon’s edge painting the ocean and sky alike of a bright vivid red. A blanket that faded to grey the furthest west it went. Clouds, however, were often a common sight, blocking out shapes above them all. The rolling of thunder and the scent of frenetic energy were just as common. 

It was after blinking, clearing away the ashes, that he caught a glimpse of her. The first one.

The one that he remembers best. The strike of lightning that had both grounded him to the ground and moved him away from the wall of the temple from which he had been observing. Wiped out the smile completely. 

In the sea of so many that had been lined by the All Father’s whip. A sharp gaze that watched them even when the night fell; in the sea of dark eyes, he would always know those. 

He would know those dark eyes anywhere. He would know them even if they both stood in the complete darkness of the sea. The same sea that he had followed her to once, had watched her jump fearlessly into the waves. He would know them despite the time that had passed, the scars that surrounded them or the darkness of the skin that surrounded them. He knew them best for the hunger. The flash of defiance that had nested so deeply into them as to make it their colour.

It was those same eyes that he looked for now, through the flickering of the flames and the people that passed. 

It was a pull that called him to jump after her during those waters when they were both still children. Fear biting at his heels and the wind roaring around his ears, braids swinging wildly in anticipation. It was that same pull that brought him closer to the flames, into the crowd of people. 

When the cold water had fully enveloped him, pulling him down by the waves, he felt his heart beat the fastest it had ever. Faster than when he had ran from his home to the Village Square after missing an offering. There was nothing but darkness and yet he felt watched. 

Elgara had often described it as a tight hug, a single safe space that she could scream until she held nothing more within her.

Himsulem believed that it was that anger that crashed the waves into the cliffs, that tore through rocks and threatened to one day take the temple down with it. He believed that it was that same intense stare that fallen on him then.

It is a familiar sensation now, to stand in the sea of so many faces, so close to the flames and yet feel so throughout watched.

   “AH!” cold thin hands dig into his sides and a scream erupts from behind him.

Himsulem is unsure if it is the icy touch that makes him jump and yell just as equally. If it is that or the hands at his side. His heart beats on his ears, louder than the flames behind him, louder than the music, the laughter. 

She looked so different.  Laughing. Elgara stands before him, curled over herself and dark eyes watching him as the laughing unfolds. There is the same familiar fatigue but her shoulders remain straight, thin lines touch the dark skin, sinking into it. The scars did not surprise him, it would surprise him if she hadn’t earned none since they had last seen each other. Bare faced, she smiles like a wolf in the darkness when the laughter comes to a close. Long dreads rest against bare shoulders, over a simple bright red and yellow flowy robes. Gold necklaces displayed over her chest, her wrists, her fingers.  

So different. Except for the eyes. Tired, hungry. Defiant. 

Happier. Lighter too.

Himsulem takes a breath, inhaling sharply. He could have been holding his breath for the past few years, for all he knew.

Her tongue brushes against sharpened teeth, her hand coming to rest against his chest tapping it gently as she moved past him. A request, a dare to follow “You haven’t learnt a thing!“ 

#himsulem ( muses ) #the priestess ( muses ) #himsulem ( headcanon ) #the priestess ( headcanon ) #( elgara / himsulem ) #( does the sun set in the east in dragon age? probably not. Am I changing this? no ) #( I have the image very vividly imprinted in my mind and it is what it is ) #( is this good? I'm not sure but I wanted to write it and so I did and I am glad SO ) #( we love to SEE IT )

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Two Live Crew Job

leverage 2.07

Sophie: I love the symbolists.

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🥰 I love when the ot3 are together in one frame 🥰

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the dogs playing poker painting tho

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Eliot: Any sudden movement's gonna cause displacement of the water. It'll set it off.

Parker: Is that C-4?

Sophie: Oh!

(Nate grabs Parker’s hand before she can touch the vase)

Sophie: Parker... please don't poke at the motion-sensitive bomb.

Nate: So, uh... secret admirer?

Sophie: Well, it's no secret they want me dead.

Hardison: What do you think, man?

Eliot: I'd have to reach into the vase to disarm it. It'd go off.

eliot’s lips quivered when he said that bc he’s so nervous for her im-

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Parker: Do you have any instant pudding?

(everyone looks at Parker in surprise. Cut to Parker pouring pudding into the vase)

Parker: The powder hardens the liquid, tricks the bomb into thinking it's not moving.

Eliot: Should give you a little wiggle room. Very little

MASTERMIND PARKER

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(mourners are gathered around a casket with a line of black cars parked nearby. An open casket shows Sophie lying inside. Eliot is standing at a podium)

Eliot: She had a way of taking care of people, you know? She was a sister... she was best friend, all rolled into one. I'm gonna miss you, Soph-- So-O-O-O-O much, Katherine.

(Eliot leaves the podium. Hardison stands to let Parker walk by and she approaches the podium. Nate stands at the back of the crowd, Eliot joins him)

Parker: Katherine and I have known each other forever. Almost two years. Yeah, I know that probably doesn't sound like a lot to you, but it is to me. I never really had many friends. Which is why losing her is so hard. (sighs) It's so creepy. I mean, she's really dead. I was just talking to her and now she's just laying there. She was just laying there.

(Nate coughs and Hardison gets up to go to Parker)

Parker: Can you hear me?

Hardison: Parker. I'm -- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, y'all. What – What she really means is just, um, Katherine was like family. And sometimes, friends are all the family that you have. So... you -- you good? Come on. Just – let -- just keep going. You got all hysterical and emotional

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btw there is at least one door from behind the briefing monitors which means they have at least one extra room (most likely more) from the adjacent apartment eliot knocked the wall down from

they have guest rooms or something back there for if anyone needs a place to crash

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Sophie: We used to work together. We did the Copenhagen job in '97, the Berlin Polytech job in '98, and, Nate, remember – Remember that great run in Moscow?

Nate: "That great run"? I chased you for three months.

Sophie: Well, uh, technically, y-you chased us. Sorry.

Hardison: Are you saying that you saw other teams before us?

Parker: Really just another Nate before Nate.

Eliot: Let me ask you a question -- what bugs you more, is it the fact that he was with Sophie first or that he outsmarted you?

Nate: Moving on

eliot puts his arms over the couch and behind parker and I’ll take it + them grinning at each other seeing nate’s discomfort

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mikel is wearing flannel in this one and you can now take bisexual mikel from my cold, dead hands

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Sophie: Wrong place, wrong time. Starke must have seen me, and now that I’m one of the good guys, decided to get rid of me, because...why? Because... Because I know his scams. Because... I know his favorite scam.

[Warehouse]

(Stark’s team is sitting on crates looking at monitors as he goes over the job)

Starke: Cafe and a moonlit terrace.

Sophie (voice over): The Mona Lisa variant.

[Briefing Area]

Parker: Oo! (claps) That was the first one I learned!

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(Hardison is drinking orange soda and working on a computer as Sophie watches)

Sophie: I'm not dead. I'm right here, Parker. So, this is, um, it's what you do, right? You take footage of us on cons and you -- you -- you -- download it into that?

Hardison: Yeah, I analyze it, I monitor comms, I scan for a police frequencies, I -- You had no idea I do all this, did you? Well – d-does nobody respect the van? The van is important. What -- What is that?

Sophie: It's lemon-Zest tea. I got to tell you, it's -- It's a little bit -- It's a little bit whiffy in here.

Hardison: It smells like hard work. That's what it smells like. D-- Whiffy

sophie has no idea what hardison does and does not like the van smell. hardison is ready to go off

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Sophie: That was some nice things you said at my funeral.

Hardison: Wait. We -- We trust Nate to make sure the plan works. We trust you to make sure we’re all okay.

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Starke: Word is on the street that you run the nastiest crew this side of the Atlantic.

Nate: Well… what?

Starke: Come on. Everybody knows. You robbed a bank and you -- you framed a judge. You rigged a jury to steal a million-Dollar settlement. I hear that you even conned the Irish mob out of a couple of million dollars just this year. Now, that's style.

Nate: That's one way of looking at it.

Sophie: Listen, Nate, if you tell him the truth about us, we're blown

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Hardison: I know this style. This is Chaos.

(computer screen flashes signal found. Hardison grabs his keyboard and heads for the back door of the van)

[Parking Lot]

(Hardison exits his van and a little ways down the parking lot, Chaos exits his van with a laptop in his hands. They square off like an old west gun fight)

Hardison: Chaos. I heard you were in jail. Guess I was wrong.

Chaos: Hardison. I heard you sucked. Guess I was right.

(they eye each other across the lot, their fingers twitching. Abruptly they raise their keyboard and laptop and begin typing while car alarms start going off)

this wild wild west showdown tho

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Nate: Okay, now, we know Starke. This guy goes by the name Apollo. I've chased him a couple of times -- infiltration, physical security.

Parker: People in that line of high-risk work tend to be very unstable. We could use that. Write that down.

(the rest of the team exchange glances)

🥰 she’s sitting next to eliot with popcorn between them 🥰

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Hardison: Now, this person here's ex-Mossad, sealed records. Mikel Dayan used to work both sides as a mercenary.

Eliot: Mikel Dayan. I know that name.

Hardison: You were scared to fight a girl.

Eliot: She'd mop the floor with you, Hardison.

Hardison: I don't care.

Eliot: Seriously. She actually killed a guy once with a mop. It's a funny story, actually. (starts gesturing time parker) She broke the mop and took --

Hardison: Eliot. Eliot. (turns back to monitors) Now, this here's Colin Mason, otherwise known by his hacker handle as "Chaos." As... whatever. Hacked the pentagon, the NSA. The CIA computer guys call him the Kobayashi Maru.

Eliot: What the hell is that?

Hardison: None of y'all got that? Seriously?

Parker: Star Trek.

Hardison: Thank you

parker’s reluctant fistbumb I love them + it’s officially canon that she’s seen at least some of the movies

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Nate: I tried to say to her I’m sorry, you know, and I don't –

Security: Because, as men, we're taught to hide our emotions. You share or you pay the price.

Nate: Yeah

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Mikel: You wouldn't hit a girl, would you?

(Eliot walks forward, taking off his jacket and hanging it on some pipe)

Eliot (in Hebrew): Not unless she hits me first.

(they approach each other and begin to fight, blocking each other until Mikel hits Eliot in the chest, knocking him back. He touches where her blow hit.)

Eliot (in Hebrew): That counts

let me just say I LOVE that they had a woman hitter

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Starke: What is going on, guys?

Guard: Motion sensors went off, sir.

Starke: I already checked that out. Everything's secure. And who's this?

Guard: Uh... he just got lost. No problem.

Starke: Sir, you okay?

Nate: Yeah, I’m fine.

Starke: I'm Nathan Ford. I'm with the insurance company.

(Nate gives Starke an irritated look)

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Parker: What kind of bird did you use?

Apollo: North American Kestrel. It's small-Bodied, but its wingspan is expansive enough that it sets off the motion detectors.

Parker: I would've gone with the Scarlet Tanager. Similar wingspan, but the brighter colors are more distracting.

Apollo: Yeah. That was my second choice.

(Apollo scrambles forward in the ductwork. Parker also scrambles forward, headed another way)

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eliot taking off his shirt too? equal rights

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Starke: Now, why would you want to kill Sophie?

Chaos: Come on, Starke. (gathering equipment) I had set up the perfect double-cross, and then you want to go and bring in a new player at the last minute? "Oh, and by the way, guys, that new player is gonna be Sophie Devereaux." There's no way I’m gonna try to out-con Sophie Devereaux! And I hate to break it to you, Starke, but she was the one that everybody was always scared of. It was never you.

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[McRory’s Bar]

(Parker and Apollo sit at a table with locks)

Parker: Go.

(they begin picking locks to see who is fastest. Across the room, Eliot and Mikel sit at a table)

Mikel: I can top that. (pulls her shirt aside to show a scar on her shoulder) Frag grenade, Somalia.

Eliot (pulls up his sleeve to show scar on his arm): Myanmar. Sniper.

Mikel: I was a sniper in Myanmar for a while.

Eliot: When?

Mikel: 2003.

(Eliot looks surprised. Mikel holds up the handcuffs and Eliot quickly pulls her hand down)

Eliot: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. We can't have that.

Hardison (walking by): Handcuffs. Y'all nasty

(eliot has a handcuff kink and was probably pegged within an inch of his life that night. I said what I said.)

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(Sophie stands looking down at her grave. The headstone for Katherine has been replaced with one for Sophie Devereaux. Nate approaches and stands next to the grave)

Sophie: Starke was right. I'm not Sophie Devereaux anymore. I haven't been for ages. I... you killed her, you and your silly crusade.

Nate: It's just a name.

Sophie: No, they're not just names, not to me. All my aliases, every one of them, I -- I know when their parents died. I know when they had their first kiss.

#leverage #leverage 2.07 #leverage 2x07 #the two live crew job #leverage season 2 #season 2 #notable moments #mine

[sad-sweet-cowboah]

Michelle Delacruz

“Much like a wild Mustang, this woman has an untameable heart. Wild and fierce, she carries the spirit of the West.”

Name: 

Michelle Manuela Delacruz

Born: 

August 16th, 1877 (Leo)

Notable Characteristics:

Raven hair

Black and purple color scheme

Fierce, light colored eyes

Three deep scars on the right side of her face

Extremely short tempered

Often goes by “Michelle Mustang” due to people often comparing her likeness to a wild Mustang.

Skills:

Sharpshooter

Master rider

Proficient hunter and tracker

Excellent at close combat

Weapons:

Lancaster Repeater

Carcano Rifle

Rare Shotgun

Bow and arrows

Duel wielding custom Navy Revolvers

Family:

Amelia Delacruz (mother, deceased)

Tomas Delacruz (father, deceased)

Joana Delacruz (older sister)

Natalia Delacruz (younger sister)

Background:

Michelle was born to a Mexican-American family out in New Austin. The second daughter of three, growing up in a small shack with her parents and sisters. Her mother a seamstress, her father a vaquero. Given their large family and meager earnings, they learned to live off the land.

One thing Michelle loved, however, was horses. She often was found playing with the steed her father used for work, soon learning how to ride at a young age. Since then she was hooked. When she was out on the land with her family, she would watch the wild horses run across the open expanse and dreamed to be riding amongst them one day.

Being of Latino origin caused more trouble than not for her and her family. They often experienced blatant racism, tailing them home, shouting insults and threatening to lynch or burn them. Regardless, they managed to get home safe.

Until one day, her father didn’t. At the tender age of 8, Michelle and her family found out he’d been ambushed and lynched. The gang of miscreants who performed it were whooping and jeering nearby, ready to take them next. This caused them to move out of fear, relocating themselves further North. With nothing but lint in their pockets and empty bellies, Amelia and Joana sought to find work.

Things were okay for a while. Michelle learned to hunt for the days when money was too scarce for a can of vegetables or a loaf of bread. When she was 14, her mother’s health began to decline from the constant overwork. Amelia died soon after, too poor to afford treatment.

With Joana being 16, they’d managed to secure a household when they struck a deal with a wealthy man, having jobs in exchange for three hot meals and a roof over their heads. Before then, Michelle had never seen a home so extravagant. She became excited when she learned this man had a barn full of horses. She became a stable hand and rode once again, quickly learning how to break and train a horse from the ground up and often assisted in foal deliveries.

After two years, this paradise had come to an end. The man had lost his wealth, which meant having to sell his property and thus, putting the three out on the streets again. None of them could find a steady job, and moved around a lot to find work. It wasn’t until Michelle came across a bounty board in a small town, offering a decent amount of cash for the capture of a criminal she immediately recognized as one of her father’s killers.

Even though Michelle had next to nothing; a worn lasso and a rusty Cattleman revolver, she sought out this man. Using her hunting skills to track him down, she found him in a small camp in West Elizabeth. He had a few guards that she’d taken out without much of a struggle. She eventually cornered him, watching cower and beg for mercy. Blinded by anger, she held the revolver to his head and demanded he look her in the eye. He did, and she watched the realization bloom on his face when he realized who she was. Oh how she wanted to kill him, her finger hovering over the trigger. An inner turmoil of morality burned within her, knowing killing him outright would not bring her father back. She proceeded to shoot him in the leg before tying him up. She then took one of the dead gang member’s horses and rode back, begrudgingly turning him in, but was the first one in line to see him hang.

Afterward, bounty hunting seemed to become a calling for her. Not only had she found each one of her father’s killers, she was able to save enough money to buy a small home for her and her sisters, all the while making a name for herself. At age 21 and having many notches on her belt, she sought to hit a big score: Roxanne, aka “Death Rider” ( @r0xy-w0lf​ ) and began to track the famous outlaw down.

After quite some time, Michelle eventually found her, intent on capturing and turning her in. However, something seemed...different. Roxy gave a vibe that contrasted from others she’d faced, and Michelle found familiarity in her. They sat and talked, with Roxy eventually offering her a place in her gang. Michelle wasn’t keen at first, turned off by the idea of becoming a part of something she’d been hunting down for years. However, Michelle was now alone after her sisters had found lives of their own, and she missed the feeling of close family.

She’s now a part of the Death Squad, who welcomed her with open arms. She’s still trying to figure out the ropes but finds herself fitting more and more each passing day.

Extra:

If there’s one thing Michelle hates, it’s bullies. Facing much prejudice and racism throughout her life have caused her to get into plenty of fights. She will not hesitate to swing a fist.

She was in fact known to hold secret fights as a teenager to pull in extra cash.

She will also stand up for anyone who can’t defend themselves within reason.

She can and will drink you under the table.

When she was younger, she would try to befriend the wild horses by spending time at a distance from a herd that lived not too far from her home. As they grew more comfortable with her presence, she would come up and feed them treats.

She supposedly has German roots from her father’s side, but this was never confirmed.

Very few people know she was a mother. Having entered a relationship with a childhood friend at the age of 18, putting a potentially permanent pause on her dangerous lifestyle with hopes to settle down. She gave birth to a sickly baby, who died just days later. This experience hardened Michelle, as well as caused an irreparable rift in between her and her lover. She often thinks about them both, but doesn’t consider attempting to settle down again.

Her baby is buried out in New Austin, in a place that only she knows. She will visit whenever she’s in the area, and on the anniversary of his death.

The scars on her face were received early in her bounty hunting career, caught in a melee fight with her target when she was momentarily incapacitated by a guard. The outlaw had gotten a few slices in before she was able to break free.

She visits Joana and Natalia as often as she can.

She’s come in brief contact with the Van der Linde gang in pursuit of their bounties, but they were too large and powerful for her to take alone. She found respect in their morals of helping people who need it. She sometimes will chat if she runs into one of them. She’ll often steal Arthur’s hat for a day or so without his knowledge and replace it when he’s not looking.

Horses:

��I prefer stallions to mares. Mares are too much like me, that’s why I don’t trust ‘em.” - Michelle

Dante: Bay Frame Overo Criollo Stallion

Michelle’s main mount. A stallion with a kind eye and sweet disposition that she found charming. Easily her fastest horse, and by far her best.

Santiago: Bay Brindle Criollo Stallion

Michelle’s second horse. She hadn’t been looking for another horse, until his unusual brindle coating caught her eye. She admired how sturdy he was, and certainly built to handle somewhat heftier work and hunts.

Rojas: Chestnut Arabian Stallion

Michelle’s longest held mount. She's not terribly fond of Arabians and their skiddish demeanor. Rojas however, was an exception. One of the colts she helped birth in her younger days, she bonded with him during her two years as a stable hand and broke him herself. After he was sold, she tracked him down when she had the money and bought him back.

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@theunholyoutlaw​ @verai-marcel​ @eddesceulla​

So, little known fact here for y’all: Michelle is an old character from another fandom that I decided to resurrect for the RDR universe, since in her original setting, she was also a cowgirl (a cowgirl with powers and a ghost horse lmao)

#Michelle Delacruz #rdo #red dead online #red dead OC #Death Squad

[thewarriorandtheking]

The Warrior Revealed

The Warrior Queen: The Warrior and The King Book II

Chapter 9. The Warrior Revealed 

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Thorin took a deep breath and kissed Kaylea’s neck, waiting for his mind to catch up with his body. He felt as if every inch of his body was vibrantly alive, like sparks were dancing over his skin, the sensation intense and sustained. After a moment he moved to lay beside her, she too was breathing deeply, her whole body flushed. They lay together for a time, feeling the sweat start to dry on their bodies. Thorin took Kaylea’s hand in his and brought it to his lips.

“I have missed you so much,” she said. She shifted to settle herself in his soft bed, the light from the fire bathing her naked body in red light.  

“Then why leave again, my love?” Thorin asked quietly.   

Kaylea shook her head, she pushed herself up to sit back against the pillows. “We have talked about this.”

“And we have still not reached an agreement,” Thorin scowled at her. “I have done all you asked of me. My line is secure, my kingdom prospers, the alliances of Erebor are strong.” He moved to kneel on the bed beside her, taking her hands in his. “Every time you ride away I convince myself that you are right, that we should wait, but as soon as I have you in my arms again I know I will never be complete until you are with me always. Will you marry me?”

Kaylea met his gaze, her face pleading. “Thorin, do not tempt me! You know I cannot.”

Thorin’s face went dark. There was an edge to his voice as he spoke. “If it is true you love me as much as you say, then you must tell me once and for all why we cannot be together. I am tired of all the secrecy, I am tired of waiting. I will have an answer. You owe me that.”

Kaylea looked at him for a long moment. Thorin could see she was weighing something in her mind. At length she spoke. “Very well. You are right, I have put it off too long. But it is easier if I show you. We will need to go for a ride.”

Thorin frowned at her. “You cannot just tell me?”

She shook her head. “It would be just words. If I show you, it will make better sense.”

Thorin bent over to kiss her gently. “How long then must I wait for my answer, my love?”

“A half day’s ride. We must go to the north, toward the Misty Mountains.” Kaylea ran her hands up over his chest. “We can leave now, if you wish.”

Thorin grinned. “The morning is soon enough.” 

It was mid-morning the next day before Thorin and Kaylea set out from Erebor. Thorin felt such a rush of nostalgia when she mounted her horse and reached down to pull him up behind her. This was how he remembered falling in love with her all those years ago, that wild night chasing orcs through the forest, his arms around her waist, that smell of sage and pines in her hair. He remembered how badly he had wanted to kiss her on the neck then, now he could do it. Kaylea felt his lips on her neck and turned her head to look at him.

“Feel like old times?”

Thorin chuckled. “Better than old times,” he said. “I do not have to worry where I am putting my hands.” He reached around to put his hands inside her coat. Kaylea put a hand on his and clicked her tongue to her horse.

“If you bite me, I bite you back,” she said. 

Thorin chuckled.“I hope that is a promise.”

Her horse trotted out the gate and across the bridge, Ajax loping ahead. As Kaylea had said they started north around the foot of the Lonely Mountain then turned west to the foothills of the mountains. Once they were on the open road Kaylea gave her horse his head and he ran like the wind. It still astonished Thorin how fast these black horses were, this one seemed the fastest of any Kaylea had brought. Watching her grey wolf run ahead of the horse made Thorin think of Hector, and all the time they had spent together so many years ago. He still missed that black wolf, though Ajax was much friendlier.

With the dire wolf setting the pace they were in the foothills of the mountains in hours, by then her horse had slowed to a reaching trot. They headed up a slope and when they reached the top Thorin saw a wide, flat basin surrounded by hills. The air was quite still at the bottom, there was no sound of birds or wind between the rocks. All was empty and silent, just grass and what looked like one of Kaylea’s black horses grazing across the meadow.  

Kaylea let Thorin down and got off her horse. She unbridled her horse and turned him loose to graze. Ajax came up and leaned against Thorin, who scratched the back of his head with a bit of apprehension. Kaylea turned to him, her face deadly serious. “My king, once you have seen this there is no going back,” she said gravely. “If you wish to accept the explanation, I have given you we can continue on as we have before, with the possibility we can be together in the future. After I show you this everything will be changed.”

Thorin looked at her thoughtfully for a long moment, wondering at her words. What can she show me in an empty valley? He drew himself up, folding his arms across his chest. “I want my explanation.”

Kaylea turned toward the open expanse, she reached up and touched the side of her neck. “Turn the cloak off,” she said.

“General, what are you doing?” Came the answer from out of thin air, Thorin jumped. Whatever it was it spoke Khuzdul. And did it just call her General?

“Making a point,” Kaylea responded. “Turn it off.”

Suddenly a giant winged vessel appeared in front of them. Thorin started and gasped in surprise, Where had that come from? One moment there had been nothing, now there was this emormous thing. It was larger than the freighting ships that sailed the seas but looked more like a giant bird, made entirely of metal. It had wings that almost touched the edges of the valley, and sat on two giant supports, like an enormous eagle about to take off. Almost immediately his Dwarvish curiosity took over and he started looking at the joints in the metal, the elegant shape of it, wondering how it was built. As he was studying it a wide platform descended from the belly of the thing, becoming a ramp leading inside. Kaylea walked forward and put a foot on the ramp, she turned to look at Thorin.

“You once told me the marvels of my country would not frighten you,” she said flatly. “Are you coming?”

Thorin took a deep breath and followed her, now her warning was making sense. It was all very strange but he trusted her, Kaylea would not be leading him to his doom. They walked up into a wide space, divided into compartments. There were a variety of things stored here, odd-looking wheeled wagons, metal cases stacked high, one compartment looked like a kind of workshop and there was one was filled with those strange metal weapons, lined up on racks. Thorin paused, then stepped in run his hand over them. There were many different types, a few like the one Kaylea always had with her, and there were others that were smaller, that could fit in the hand.

“No,” Kaylea said. Thorin looked at her with a sideways grin.

“You seem to have quite a few. How could you miss just one?”

“No,” she said again. At the far end of the space was another ramp, steeper that curled to the right. They followed it up to a corridor with doors opening off it. On one side the hallway opened up into a wide space, Thorin could see counters and storage, table and benches, some kind of soft couches on one side. At the end of the hallway was another, smaller room with a wide window that wrapped over it. There was a curving slanted table made of what looked like dark glass, many lights somehow blinking under the glass. There were two comfortable looking chairs against this table and a number of different ones along the wall behind, all but two folded up. One of the chairs was occupied by a very large cat with bright orange fur, dressed like a Man in a sleeveless vest-type garment, soft breeches and high black boots. He was reading a book, the end of his short-haired tail twitching at his feet. He looked at Thorin with mild surprise as he walked in.

“Good afternoon, your majesty,” he said in a deep raspy voice. It was not the voice Thorin had heard outside, but the creature also spoke Khuzdul..

“Have we met?” Thorin asked, looking at the creature nervously.

“In a way.”

“Thorin, this is Pilot Ahk-Set. He is a Kzin and a telepath. That means he can read your mind, among other things,” Kaylea said. She moved towards the slanted table, as she put her fingers on it, different lights appeared. Thorin looked back at Pilot.

“Does that mean you know what I am thinking?” He asked. The Kzin nodded.

“Kind of like breathing for me, your majesty.”

Thorin frowned, he realized why the Kzin looked familiar. This was the cat he had seen in Galadriel’s Mirror, he recognized the odd-looking ears. Webbed, like the wings of a bat and they moved up and down as he spoke. Although many events of the last fifty years faded in his memory, everything Thorin had seen in Galadriel’s Mirror he remembered with absolute clarity.  

The light changed and Thorin looked back towards Kaylea. The view out the window had disappeared, replaced by the night sky. As Thorin watched, different colored lines snaked across the sky, he noticed there was a blinking yellow light on the left side.

Kaylea turned to face him. “This is a map of the galaxy,” she began. “Every star you see in the night sky is a sun like the one above us now. Around every star are worlds like Middle Earth, some are hotter or colder, some are inhabited by strange creatures,” she gestured toward Pilot. “A great many are inhabited by different races of Men.” She turned back toward the window, pointing to the blinking light. “That is Middle Earth, this is Dorsai.” She touched the counter and another blinking light appeared high on the right side.

Thorin sat down almost involuntarily in one of the chairs along the wall, stunned. “You come from the stars?” He asked incredulously.

Kaylea nodded. “Yes.”

Thorin looked at the map again, the blinking lights. He was starting to feel panic rising in his chest. Then suddenly, he felt calmer. As he looked at the map, names came to him for the different colored lines on the map: Second Empire, Kzin, Vorlon, Dubari, Hive. The names of some of the major races of the galaxy, these were the borders of their empires. When he looked around the room: console, viewscreen, spaceship, bridge, computer. It was the oddest feeling to look at things he had never seen and know what they were called and what they did. He gave the Kzin a sideways glance.

The cat shrugged. “It was not very nice of her to hit you with it like that,” he looked at Kaylea who was frowning at him. “I can stop, if you prefer.”

Thorin really did not like the idea of someone else being in his head, and his sense of panic had passed. “I am fine now,” he said, though he was tempted to ask the Kzin to continue. He looked back at Kaylea. “Go on, my love.”

Kaylea’s fingers danced over the console. “This large area outlined in white is the Empire, of which Dorsai is a part. More than a thousand planets now. I can travel in this ship to any of them.” She brought up a picture of a large globe, green and blue and white. A second blue globe was surrounding it. “Middle Earth is different. It is surrounded by an impenetrable shield wall. The only one of its kind, it keeps the planet hidden and no one can get through it without permission. This is how my lord Blackwolf protects your planet. Without it this place would be very different, believe me.” She turned to Thorin. “Blackwolf guards all the entrances, he holds all the keys. When he wants me to do something for him on Middle Earth, he gives me permission to get through the shield, but only for whatever length of time he thinks the mission will take.”  

Thorin frowned. “You said he does this to protect Middle Earth?”

Kaylea nodded. “This was his home, he will not let it be destroyed by others. You have no idea how extraordinary your planet is. I do not agree with my lord on many things, but the protection of Middle Earth is one of them.”

“But why does he need to protect it from you? Are you not a loyal retainer? I do not understand why you cannot travel here freely.”

Kaylea sighed. “That is part of a much longer conversation about Blackwolf. He knows I love this place so he makes sure I can only come here at his will. It is a way he can have power over me. Several times in the past I have been able to travel here on my own time by calling in favors Blackwolf owes me. After this war is over he will owe me many favors. I have an idea of how I can travel often to Middle Earth, but I cannot even ask him until we win this war.”

“If we win it,” Thorin said, shaking his head. “It seems this Lord of yours treats you very poorly.” He put his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes, trying to let all he had just seen and heard sink in. Thorin had seen many fabulous things in his life, but it was usually one or two in a day, not so many at once. It was all so fantastic, but there was no other explanation for the things he was seeing that made any sense. He felt that calming sensation again. Things started to rearrange themselves in his head, in a way he could grasp them better. It was amazing, but also rather frightening that he suddenly knew what Kaylea was talking about. He looked over at the Kzin, who shrugged.  

“A hard habit to break, your majesty.” Pilot got up and put one of his four-fingered hands on Thorin’s shoulder. “How about a drink?” Thorin looked up at him. The Kzin was very tall, taller even than Kaylea.

“How about seven?” Thorin replied.

Kaylea led the way into the galley. They took seats on the curved bench behind the table while Pilot opened a cupboard and took out three glasses and a bottle. This was a different liquor than the one Kaylea usually brought with her, this one was blue. Pilot poured the shots, then raised his glass, Kaylea did as well.

“Welcome to the galaxy, my king,” she said. Thorin clicked his glass to theirs and drank it down. The liquor was smooth and strong, with a sweet aftertaste. Pilot poured another round, Thorin knocked his back and had to admit he did feel better. He looked around, amazed at all the metal in this spaceship. Metal floors, metal walls, metal furniture. How could they make such a thing? And why not add some decoration?

“Do you not get tired of all the grey?” He asked, looking around. Kaylea smiled.

“No, we can be anywhere.” She spoke a strange word and the walls suddenly disappeared, replaced with a green forest of broad-leafed trees. Sunlight came through the canopy in long shafts, the leaves moving in a slight breeze. Thorin could see a wide pool with at waterfall dropping into it on the wall across from him. It was weird to still see the doors and table in the middle of this forest. The word hologram popped into his head, the walls projected moving pictures, recorded in different locations. He looked at Pilot, who nodded to him.

“This is my planet,” he said. “We actually developed this, we Kzin hate to be confined for long periods and space travel requires us to spend many days at a time in these ships.”

Kaylea spoke another word and they were in a grassy meadow, the sea before them, mountains falling steeply to the ocean beside them. Thorin’s eyes went wide, he recognized it at once. He slid off the bench and stood up, turned around to see a large keep on the wall behind the table. Crenelated towers and walls, old stone, solidly built.  

“Where is this?” He asked. Kaylea looked at him curiously.

“This is Tor Graham, my home,” she replied.

Thorin turned around taking in the view. This was the spot he had seen in the Mirror, where they were to be married, he was sure of it. Galadriel had told him the future was never set, but his heart was racing. This was the place!

Kaylea was watching him closely. “You have seen this before.”

Thorin nodded. “It is in that portrait you gave me,” he said, which was true.  

Kaylea nodded. “Of course, I had forgotten.” It seemed to her he was remembering something more than just her portrait.

She got up and retrieved two bottles of beer from the provisions unit, she opened them and walked over to hand one to Thorin. He took it gratefully, sipped at it as he studied the view. The ocean was blue grey, he could almost hear it crashing against the cliff below. There was a breeze blowing the grass underfoot, waterfalls worked their way down steep paths in the mountains to either side, the sun high in the sky, the light seemed more blue than that on Middle Earth. He was going to be married out among the stars, his life had taken some strange turns, this would be the strangest.  

“How about some dinner?” Kaylea asked. Thorin nodded. He was not particularly hungry, but the idea of eating seemed so normal among all the unbelievable things he had just seen and heard. He went back to sit at the table while Kaylea and Pilot busied themselves in the kitchen. It was not like any cooking he had ever seen, mostly opening packages and doors and pressing buttons. Kaylea brought two plates to the table of some kind of spicy curry dish that smelled delicious. Pilot was eating what looked like a huge slab of liver, he gave a second one to Ajax, who eagerly devoured it. Thorin looked from Kaylea to her Kzin pilot.

“Does Pilot talk to you in your head, like the wolves do?”

Kaylea smiled. “What Pilot can do is far more precise, as he just showed you. But he cannot get into my head. I have defenses against telepaths,” she said. Pilot snorted. “The kind of telepathy the dire wolves use is different. Even I do not quite understand how.” She smiled at the Kzin. “Kzin telepaths are incredibly powerful, but like all telepaths they are fond of silence. He has no reason to try to get into my mind.”

Thorin gave Pilot a puzzled look. “You read minds when you do not want to?”

“Telepaths are not supposed to, but when we are around people with unshielded minds it is like they are shouting all the time,” the Kzin said. “We have to consciously keep them out.”

Thorin felt oddly embarrassed he had been shouting, wondering what the Kzin must think of him. “You said we had met before.”

Pilot nodded. “I was at the Battle of the Five Armies, though you did not see me. Ever wonder why all those cave trolls kept dropping dead?”

Thorin stared at him. “That was you?” Everyone had assumed it was Gandalf.

Kaylea chuckled. “Telepaths are formidable weapons, the things they can do never cease to amaze.”

Pilot chuckled. “You should hear what is being said about you two in that Dwarf city. Kissing each other in a public street, half the place is talking about a wedding.”

Thorin stared at the Kzin. “Are you telling me you can read the minds of people all the way in Erebor?” He shook his head in realization, smiling. “I guess that is not any more extraordinary than the other things I have seen today.”

Pilot nodded gravely. “Kzin originally bred telepaths for communication between planets, as well as for war. Your city is not that far away.”

“So, the people approve?” Kaylea asked.

Pilot shrugged. “A 70-30 split. All the men are for it, of course,” he smiled at Kaylea. “You rule over a rare group of subjects, your majesty. I think they will support you in anything you choose to do.” He got up and poured himself a glass of water, nodding toward Thorin. “I hope you are keeping him, I like him.”

Kaylea laughed. “Oh yes, I am keeping him. If he still wants me.”

The Kzin turned and disappeared down the hall to the bridge without a further word. Thorin watched him go, wondering if the fact Pilot liked him was a good sign. Kaylea got up and gathered the dinner dishes, depositing them in a slot under the counter. Thorin was on his feet again, looking around at the hologram they were standing in, trying to remember every detail of it and also make sense of everything he had seen today. Kaylea came over and handed him another beer then went to sit on the couch.

“I warned you that everything will be different now,” she said.

“Some things are still the same, my love” Thorin replied following to sit next to her, he reached over to touch her face. He had long known there were many things she had not told them, he had never expected them to be so strange. But when he looked in his heart, his feelings for her had not changed.

Kaylea met his gaze, putting her hand over his. “You do not feel differently about me? Now you know where I am really from, now that you know what really separates us?”

Thorin had to smile. “I always knew you were not from anywhere near here, now I know just how far.” He shook his head. “I find it does not change the extraordinary connection we share or the fact that I love you and still want to marry you. Though I am not sure what kind of life we will lead together.”

Thorin could see the relief on Kaylea’s face, her eyes filled with tears. She pulled him close to her and kissed him. After a moment Thorin pulled back to wipe the tears from her cheeks, smiling.

“You really thought all this would harden my heart against you, or send me running in terror? You do not know me as well as you think, my love.” He kissed her again, his hand travelling under her shirt to touch the skin of her back.

“My king,” Kaylea began, after a moment. “Now you know what you are asking when you ask me to marry you. I want you to think carefully about it before you speak of it again. I am not sure yet what form a life together might take, but you can see how different it may be.” Thorin started to speak, but Kaylea put a finger on his lips. “Do not answer yet.”

“Very well, I will think about it. I promise.” He sat back next to her, holding her hand. “Can we go to that place with the ice ships?”  

Kaylea spoke a word and the scene changed. They were on the deck of a huge wooden ship, full sails and running from the wind. Thorin looked around and saw a sea of ice. There was a large island on the other wall with what looked like a small seaport clinging to its side. Thorin looked around, fascinated. There were many stranger things across the horizon than he had ever dreamed.

The complete adventures of The Warrior and The King are posted on AO3 & FanFiction, author is akdogdriver. All three books now also on Wattpad. 

#fanfiction #thorin x oc #thorin fanfiction #tolkien fanfic #jrr tolkien #the hobbit #lord of the rings #thorin oakenshield #true love #middle earth #fantasy adventure #fanfic

[aj-the-psycho]

The Band of Rotten: Chapter 6

THE LONE COWBOY

Summary: Patton roamed the desert with his new companion. Along the way, an unsavory news followed them.

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United States, 1860

The breeze in the desert did not bring the expected cool air that caress his sweaty skin. Instead, it brought with it loose soil that clouded his eyes and even hotter air. It only made him more restless and long for a cool shade. The mare below him, too, was getting impatient. Orchard no longer walked with vigor, but with exhaustion clear in her posture. Next to him, Roman walked with his feet dragging on the sand, groaning every now and then.

“What is this place you seek, dear rider?”

“Ay, pal, ya talk like some kind of royalty,” Patton commented, forgetting to answer Roman’s question. “It’s funny.”

“I don’t quite understand what you meant, but I take that as a compliment. I have after all, dreamed of being a prince.”

“Oh, and answering yer question, we goinna the coast now.”

Patton lowered his hat lower on his face, shielding his eyes from the sun. It was light-brown in color, almost like wet sand with a darker hatband. His brother had given it to him long ago. And since the day he left, the hat never left his sight. Speaking of, what does a lone cowboy doing, travelling to the east? Patton didn’t quite know either. There were too many things to think about when it comes to reasoning, all tied up to his past. He would rather not think of it at all, lest the memories come biting back.

The two continued their silent walk across the desert which didn’t seem to have an end. It had been a few days, and still the desert goes on. The arid weather and its heat burned whatever it touched—at least it felt that way. Patton had wanted to bolt ahead with Orchard, eager to find someplace to rest. But, a small groan reminded him of Roman’s presence. He could never leave a friend behind.

“How long does this journey take, Patton?” Roman groaned as he dragged his feet. “I think my feet are going to break.”

“Aye, fella, ye don’t have to be dramatic,” Patton said loudly with a good-natured laugh. “Here go, get on the horse.”

Patton hopped off of Orchard’s back, patting the saddle firmly for Roman to get on. Seeing that Roman was about to argue against his suggestion, Patton laughed again, taking Roman’s arm and pushed him lightly towards the mare. After Roman reluctantly got on the horse, a relieved smile painted Patton’s face. He took Orchard’s reign and towed her along as he walked.

“How ‘bout this, pal,” he said with a warm expression, “ye ride for two three hours, then I get on. Another two three hours and ye get on. Sounds good?”

“Of course! Your idea is truly genius!”

“Ye see? Dramatic!”

They continued their way to the east, not stopping until the sun dipped into the horizon. There were sparks of yellows and oranges in the distance; a small town, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. And slowly, the lights became brighter and brighter as they came closer.

“Ey, pal, why doncha hop on the horse, yea?” Patton asked as he gestured towards the small space of the saddle behind him.  We can get to the town faster.”

It took some effort for Roman to get on, especially with the darkening sky, but they managed. With that, the two galloped down to the town, seeking some comfort in the midst of the Wild West dessert. They can see silhouettes of people, walking around leisurely or sitting on wooden landings in front of their houses. And again, as they went nearer, the silhouettes turned into colors. The town was less crowded than they had anticipated. With the little money that Patton had, they decided to go into a saloon to have a little drink.

“Welcome to The Rogue Bull,” the saloon keeper greeted them with a wide grin. “New faces! What a delight, now. What can I getcha?”

“Ay, fella!” Patton greeted back. “An old fashioned for me. Whatcha want Roman?”

“Ah, just ale for me is fine.”

They sat by the bar, watching the keeper work his magic. He was tall, hairy as a bear. His beard was so thick that his face was almost buried in hair—yet nevertheless, he managed to look quite the friendly fellow. The thick overalls he wore looked awkward for such a massive man, but it still worked somehow. And despite his size, he could move around behind the small bar without any accidents of spill. Soon, their drinks were presented to them. Patton did not expect himself to order such alcoholic beverages, but it was just right for him at the moment.

“Anything else I can get ya?” The saloon keeper asked.

“It’s all good here, pal.”

“Right then,” the keeper said again. “Name’s Wyatt. I assume you’re travellers?”

“That, we are!” Patton was enthusiastic as usual. It was as if the long travel did not wear him down at the slightest.

“I can give you some advice. Safety and all.”

“Safety against what?” Roman chimed in with a question. “Thieves and robbers? I think I know how to handle those.”

“Oh no, no, buddy,” Wyatt said as he rubbed his palms together in thought. “Murders.”

The smile that Patton had worn all day fell in an instant. Murder was not something he could simply talk in passing. He took a sip from his glass, hiding his face. He ended up downing the whole glass entirely, grimacing at the harsh taste of alcohol burning his throat. Patton tried putting up a smile. Roman gave him a look, but he decided not to mention it.

“What’s with the murder, pal?” Patton questioned Wyatt, trying to hide his discomfort.

“Well,” Wyatt started, a little hesitant, “there’s been a few people turning up dead or something like that. So far, there’s been six or seven in the past five months.”

“Woah, that is quite a concern!” Roman exclaimed, fortunately conscious enough to keep his voice low. “Don’t you worry, dear Patton. I can protect both of us when the time demands.”

“No need, Roman. I can do that m’self.” Patton gave him a sweet side-smile. Roman knew nothing about his skills with guns.

His fingers drifted to his belt where a holster was fastened. The gun he owned, twin revolvers given by his brother, was as precious to him as gold is to any other man. He remembered the day they were gifted to him. It was his thirteenth birthday. He had been beaming when his brother put a small leather case in front of him in their small bedroom. The grip was marble-white with a horse’s head on each side. It was perfect—and still is. At fourteen years of age, Patton had become the fastest pistol in town—youngest at the time. And it was no wonder that every cowboy clan in town wanted him with them. Though knowing the violence and competition that came with it, Patton refused all offers, even when his sisters and brother joined in.

He ripped himself from the path of his memory. He’d had enough thinking of the past when the present is about to give him something to work with.

“You see,” Wyatt continued his story, “some of those guys who turned up dead were found with bullets in their skulls. Rumor has it they got tied up with some kind of gang from up north.”

“What gang, y’know?” Patton asked, morbidly intrigued. He should know his enemy well if he’s going to fight them. “Shouldn’t be too hard, ain’t it?”

“Ah, I wouldn’t say that.”

“Well, in that case, we should probably head off.” Roman finished his drink quickly upon noticing Patton’s discomfort. He joked, “wouldn’t want to be the next victim, do we?”

Soon enough, the two exited the saloon with a heavy weight on their shoulders. Patton did not say a single word, walking leisurely to where Orchard stood nearby. Roman was a few steps behind him, looking around carefully. At this point, anyone who so much as glanced at them looked suspicious in their cautious mind. Patton hopped on Orchard’s back, ready to gallop away when he remembered Roman with his sad and worn leather bag standing next to him. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his fears and gave Roman a small smile. They walked quickly to the other side of the small, unnamed town, eager to leave it behind them.

They much preferred to camp in the dry and cold desert night rather than risk their life to have some comfort renting a room in the town’s lodging. It became their habit in the past few days, staying in the outskirts of a town rather than staying in—a good habit to have when one does not have money to spend. That night, they settled in the open desert, finding no tree to hide under or even a single bush for cover. The sky was their roof, the stars their night light. The desert was ghost-quiet, only the occasional crackle of firewood and Orchard’s steady breath accompanied their night.

Patton laid his head on Orchard’s back, facing away from his companion. Was he worried about his safety? Not quite. He knew what bothered his mind, but he did not want to acknowledge the thing nagging at the back of his mind. Slowly, he dipped into a restless slumber.

Prologue Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9

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1. AUD/JPY GBP/USD Part 1 (Intro)

The Foreign Exchange (ForEx) market is the financial and global modern day wild, wild, west. Promises of gold and glory bring in people by the thousands every year. And just as they come, the financial world is littered with the desiccated corpse wallets of 95% of those people.

It’s not their fault; at the top of the mountain lies an oasis of pure, unadulterated financial freedom. Imagine waking up, working for a few hours max, and then going about your day, happy to enjoy exploring the world as your oyster, by 11:30 AM at the latest. Beautiful right? You wake up, look at some charts, put in some trades, NAIL IT, feel proud and powerful, and then go strut down easy street: a one person parade of mastery.

It’s possible. More people have beat the odds and defied mathematical logic than you and I can count on our fingers and toes. Rational Economists decry “witchcraft!” and aim to justify our strategy as pure luck. And luck has something to do with it sure. That’s the layman’s term for probability.

But just like in the Wild West, only the fastest gun on the fastest horse could get away with train-robbery and live to tell about it. Not just once, but 2, 3, 4, 5 times a week. It’s the perfect crime: victimless, faceless, and without breaking any laws. So what’s the catch?

HOURS. and hours. and hours. and HOURS. and OH MY GOD, HOW DID I MISS THAT!

Then there’s the, “that’s bullsh*t, my broker is stealing from me!”

There are the, “how did I lose another $1,000.00 account... I’m never trading again”.

And how could I ever forget, “Please God just this once, let me at least get back to breaking even”.

Praying won't save you here in the land of banks and monsters.

In an effort to pull back the curtain on the mysticism of successful trading, I will be using this blog to explain major events in the finance world, and the trades I took as well as the reasons I had in taking them. Sometimes I’ll win, sometimes I’ll lose, but the key is to survive long enough to keep trading. Do it enough and you’re able to beat the numbers through sheer presence, and something called “edge”.

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