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allmydokkuns · 10 months

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if there's anyone Mandarin-speaking bilingual active on here and still has spoons for MDZS, I have a bit of a linguistic question but not enough knowledge to find an answer myself that I'd appreciate some help with!

I know the fanon fix it courtesy name for Meng Yao being accepted into Lanling Jin is "Ziyao," as in the correct generational character "Zi-" to match Zixuan and Zixun, plus his birth name. Is there any reason he can't still have his birth name and a courtesy name specific to his generation? Same thing goes for Mo Xuanyu.

I've been trying to think of good names for them in a scenario where this does in fact happen but all I've found so far is

偿 cháng for MY bc JGS doesn't deserve paternal rights, which only makes sense if you're privy to the poly fixit that lives rent free in my head...

Unfortunately I've come up with nothing for MXY for now, mainly because there's a particular kind of resonance between character birth names, courtesy names and personal titles that's hard to balance correctly for anyone who doesn't have a lot of working knowledge of the original language.

Anyway if there's anyone out there who has some ideas, reblog/comment/tag me on this post because my brain ain't spitting up much rn. Much thanks. I also remember reading something by someone else talking about how Lanling Jin goes by generations when it comes to deciding names for male descendants and that the radicals in Lan Xichen's and Wangj's birth names seem to be aligning by design, but I don't have enough spoons to find characters that contain the "xu" sound while also having some kind of relevant meaning for both MY and MXY. So instead I tried to think of word characters with good connotations that would be used to name sons as if the two of them had been accepted into the family with good intentions, dunno if I succeeded. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯qq

((now the rest of this is just gonna be some thoughtvomit because what even is coherent sentences anymore, abrupt topic change bc my joints are too messed up to make a separate post))

Perhaps I'm misunderstanding traditional family dynamics, but there is no real reason for Lanling Jin to not accept both Meng Yao and Mo Xuanyu into Lanling Jin except for 1) as established, Jin Guangshan is a philandering rapist piece of shit that has absolutely no intentions of taking responsibility for his offspring and sexual proclivities, or 2) they're attempting to save face for the clan and trying to do the thing where if they do not acknowledge the existence of these children then the problem does not exist?

I understand that some people spin it as being Madame Jin's intolerance for these illegitimate sons given her abuse of Meng Yao after Zixuan's and Yanli's deaths in canon timeline, but that doesn't make a lot of sense to me given how little presence she has in the plot and sect since she married into Lanling Jin. Not saying her taking out negative emotions on someone who for all intents and purposes she should be treating kind of like her son is right, because abuse is still abuse, but other than that it seems her only purpose in the plot is to give Zixuan a mother, Yu Ziyuan a sworn sister, Jiang Yanli a mother-in-law, and Jin Guangyao someone else to hate in Lanling. She's not distinct enough to have a canonical name other than her title as Jin Guangshan's wife, and besides which, being the wife she has no real power to make any decisions regarding the family's heirs. Moxiang Tongxiu straight up set up Lanling Jin as the wealthiest sect after Qishan Wen falls and they just so happen to be the only sect with only one (1) child born of the sect leader and his wife? Sus. Legally everything would have been all well and good if JGS was forced somehow into legitimizing both his illegitimate sons (the sons specifically, since having an illegitimate daughter does your family no real good in a Confucian society unless you're going to marry her out for political purposes) and they were raised as they should have been, especially since both MY and MXY seem like intelligent people. Zixuan gets some backers, Madame Jin gets some more kids and JGS gets some concubines, everyone wins! Even the sect's line of succession is more secure if he suddenly gets two sons. In short, there were so many ways JGS could have taken control of this situation as the father and sect leader and spun it to somehow come out smelling more like roses BUT HE ACTIVELY? CHOSE to give absolutely no shits and just let his wife, kids and sect suffer the consequences of this particular paternal dysfunction. And we all know what happened because he gave too many unnecessary fucks where they were not needed :^) or consensual :^)))) fuck that guy honestly tbh.

Now granted that was a whole sidebar, and maybe I'm thinking about this too hard but does nobody else think it's weird that of the Great Sects, only the male characters in Yunmeng Jiang and Gusu Lan have both canonical birth and courtesy names? It's almost like MXTX gave only the male characters most relevant to the story one of each honestly, since the only two exceptions that are coming to mind now are Su She (Minshan) and Xue Yang (Chengmei). Of course there is the argument that Wen Ning also has a courtesy name, but does it really count when no one uses it to refer to him? The naming stuff in this story are all over the place actually -- Jiang Cheng is the only sect leader of his generation that is referred to primarily by his birth name, but bc WWX is an unreliable narrator it's probably because he always called him that and somehow conveniently forgot he no longer had a right to call him that after he voluntarily left Yunmeng Jiang, therefore we as the audience also call him that... The fact that JC and WWX both seem to have courtesy names when they're kind of young for them, but that also goes for Lan Wangji. Neither the Nie brothers or Jin Zixuan have canonical alternate names, so either it wasn't very important to the plot (though it kind of is in Lanling after the Campaign when JGY gets legitimized but not really since it's the wrong generational character), but what's going on with Qinghe Nie's naming choices? This kind of inconsistency is fine if you handwave the whole thing about degrees of intimacy and formality and stuff but it gets funky if you stare at it long enough.

And that's not even scratching the surface of the weirdness surrounding the women in MDZS -- as few and shortlived as they are. Yu Ziyuan is the only wife of a sect leader in the named sects with a canonical name and title that isn't her married sect's clan + Madame, and the only one we see with any kind of sway both martially and in the everyday running of Yunmeng Jiang. Most importantly, she's the only woman in the series to have her own personal title! Also, again, sidebar, but Jiang Yanli choosing to go by Madame Jiang in fic instead of Young Madame Jin is a mood and a whole chef's kiss tbh. I think also in the kind of household I've been imagining her in after her marriage she could also be called "xiao-furen" (young Madame) where Madame Jin could also be properly called "lao-furen" (old Madame) to differentiate them according to subservient members of the household, in-house? That's a whole nother thing tho, in-group (household, sect, clan) versus outgroup (other sects or clans, and in some ways, your maiden clan if you married out).

Anyway. All of you writing Madame Yu as the root of all trouble in the Yunmeng Jiang family are being culturally insensitive and midkey misogynistic -- looping back to the discussion on JGS being a piece of shit father and sect leader, all his sect's family dysfunction is his inability to keep it in his pants and properly manage his paternal responsibility for the fruits thereof because in a Confucian setting, wives must obey husbands, sons must obey fathers, and both mother and son have therefore no power to override JGS's shitty parenting and leadership decisions re: powermongering and lack of legitimate heirs. Madame Yu's dissatisfaction with Jiang Fengmian's neglect of his only legitimate heir for some other person's son, even if that person's son is the current head disciple for the sect, is valid, because neglecting the next sect leader means neglecting the sect's future. Again, not saying her punishing WWX for stuff that he may or may not have done with Zidian was right. Wei Wuxian might be brilliant and talented and all that, but he doesn't have the right temperament to lead as a sect and clan must be led: with prudence, diplomacy and caution. Again, not WWX-bashing, but I think my favorite description of him goes something like "Wei Wuxian has never met a situation he didn't think couldn't be solved through escalation, and you all think Jiang Cheng is the emotional one?" Jiang Fengmian is an interesting contrast to both Jin Guangshan and Qingheng-jun in that he embodies the idea of physically there, but emotionally unavailable father, whereas JGS is maliciously neglectful and Qingheng-jun is practically non-existent. Granted we don't get a clear idea of how JFM is with JC outside of what that dynamic is like with WWX but I don't think very highly of a father who will scold the son that labored for who knows how many days to save his shixiong's life while praising said shixiong for something he didn't even accomplish alone in the same breath. It's the whole pattern of "ignore what Jiang Cheng accomplishes but lavish praise on Wei Wuxian who would have gotten into even bigger trouble if Jiang Cheng wasn't looking out for him too" that gets me with him. They're both children, you be the adult and sect leader they deserve and look past your biases against your wife (allegedly) and from your past (allegedly) to give them the tools they need to succeed together once you've kicked the bucket.

Is Madame Yu perfect? No, but I do think she loves her children and recognizes the responsibilities she has to Yunmeng Jiang, and she knows as a wife, mother, and fighter, that nothing she does or teaches or passes onto the children in her care means as much as the recognition and explicit support of her husband the sect leader. Jiang Fengmian's presence and legacy in the story is very faint. But Madame Yu? I see echoes of her in all three Yunmeng Jiang kids. But then I see her getting turned into the nagging wife stereotype and it makes me angry that the most developed female character in this story so often gets the short end of the stick in fanfic. Obviously I can't control what some of y'all write and there are some cultural/political nuances that exist in the story that a lot of the fan base may not be familiar with, so yeah I can understand why she gets watered down like that, like any other character in the story does and I'm not calling anybody out for it. But if some of y'all took one look at the so-called sect leaders in this story and immediately decided that it was their nagging, abusive hag of a wife that was the problem, I don't think we're reading/watching the same thing. Also, Wen Ruohan doesn't have a wife mentioned at all that I'm aware of and you could 100% argue that he's the root of most of the political BS that happens in the story, so do with that what you will.

Anyway I'm tired and my joints be protesting so I'm gonna call it a night. If you read this far, take a virtual cookie for making it all the way to here, thank you. If you're new to this hellsite and thought this was intriguing/interesting, reblog or comment and help a bitch out with some engagement, these posts take a lot out of me and if you'll remember, I did have some questions before the meta that I'd like to get out to the wider fan base. Likes don't do shit except make the OP feel like they're yelling into a vacuum. Y'all have a good one.

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bastetwastaken · 4 months

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So I'm writing an original story....

and I've been brainrotting over the OCs I created for it so hard, but I haven't shared all that much because I've been worried about suddenly dumping original stuff here on a blog where I usually post fanfic.

However, the brainrot is too strong, so I'm just going to do it. They live in my head rent-free and so now I'm gonna make them your problem too. So here's a way-too-detailed fact sheet for the first of my OCs, a True Deorum, the prince of Tuath Dé, Akoni <3

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BASIC INFO:

Full Name– Dagda Akoni Lugh, of the True Deorum, Prince of Tuath Dé.

Preferred name – Akoni

Age– 2045 (equivalent early twenties)

Gender/Pronouns– He/Him

Sexuality– Pansexual

Species– Deorum

Ethnicity– Tuatha Dé Danann

Likes– Making friends, socialising, travelling (wishes he could travel properly outside of pre-arranged visits to other kingdoms)

Dislikes– Being held above everyone like he’s untouchable and people not speaking to him like he’s an actual person.

Personality (positive and negative traits) --Positive— Kind, Open minded, Attentive, Intelligent, Trusting, Easy to talk to. --Negative— Chaotic (Can be dismissive, but not on purpose), doesn’t think things through, Trusting.

Hobbies – Hunting, sparring, reading.

Occupation– Prince of the Kingdom of Tuath Dé

Strengths– He’s a divine being by all rights, he has a great amount of power and is very strong physically too, his kindness makes him more open to the world.

Weaknesses– Chaotic nature, Lack of foresight, Impatience, arrogance, willingness to take risks.

PHYSICAL TRAITS + APPEARANCE:

Height– 7ft 5in

Weight- 250lb

Hair Color– Mahogany

Hairstyle– Mid chest length, often worn partially tied back or in loose curls.

Facial Hair– None

Face Shape– Kind of oval shape. Sharp and strong jawline, full lips, almond shaped eyes.

Marks– Covered in the markings of the Deorum, golden lines cover all of his body, for the most part they have no real distinct pattern, they appear like cracks in the skin. The only ones which have a pattern and meaning are those he has on his back, down his spine. The ones which mark him as a True Deorum

Scars– None.

Eye colour– Carmine red Iris with flecks of gold which become more vibrant when he uses his magic.

Skin Tone – Golden brown

Body Type– Muscular, toned. Broad shoulders- typical Dorito shape man.

Dominant Hand– Left

Posture– Impeccable

Birthmarks– Markings of the True Deorum on his back.

Piercings– Lobes and two on the helix

Teeth– Perfect

Voice-- Deeper pitched, smooth and confident.

Sense of fashion and style– Varies depending on the activity but all of his clothes are very finely made and detailed, usually blue or purple in colour (until he finds out a certain someone really likes green) -- Ball wear - fancy af, showing his markings on his back. Lots of gold and fine fabrics, deep purple in colour, fitted and well tailored. -- Formal wear- Dark clothing with a coloured overcoat, well tailored again, leather boots. Colours are usually deep red or blue, maybe even a deep green (when he realises a certain someone really likes that colour). Or if it’s a ceremony/duel/event then he dresses more “revealing” armour style clothing but obviously not really meant for battle. Bracers of coloured leather and gold, fitted tunic open across the chest (to show his strength apparently) mostly dark coloured but with a deep red or deep blue trim and sash around his waist. --Everyday wear- lighter coloured clothing, beige or white with lots of gold still and a coloured cloak where needed.

OTHER CHARACTERISTICS

Languages known– Latin (first language), Draconic, the language of the Daoine Sí, very basic Lucetan (Elvish regional dialect)

Personality Type– Myers Briggs test- ESFP-A type. Extroverted, observant, pragmatic, Values emotional expression over thinking, good at improvising, flexible, assertive, self-confident - Strengths: -- Bold- won’t hold back, willing to experience everything there is to experience. Doesn’t mind stepping out of his comfort zone. --Original- Traditions and expectations can be secondary to him if he really really wants something, he loves to experiment where he can. --Practical- He wants to feel and experience the world, not just observe it. He wants to do the things rather than just learn about them. --Observant- Acting mostly in the here and now means he picks things up quite quickly. --Excellent people skills- great talker, but also loves to pay attention to people. Witty, talkative, and loves to be around people. - Weaknesses: --Sensitive- Very emotional and can be vulnerable to criticism. If he feels as though he’s backed into a corner he can react badly, but he’s way better at hiding this when acting as a prince than he is acting as an individual/with someone he trusts. --Conflict-averse- He would rather ignore conflict, even though he understands that sometimes it’s necessary to get results and his own actions can definitely cause conflicts if he doesn’t watch himself. He will tend to say and do as needed to get the most out of a situation then move on. --Easily bored- Can turn to risky behaviour and self-indulgence if he gets bored. --Poor long-term planner and can be unfocused- He takes things as they come rather than stop and think about where they might lead. He will happily fall into something without actually thinking about where he’ll end up.

Cultural Background– - The Deorum were created by the light gods in order to save Miotas from the threat of the Fomorians, beings which live on the plane of darkness. They have the power of the light gods, chaos and darkness in them but a condition of their creation was that they are tied to the mortal plane, they can never leave unless permitted by the light gods. They won’t ever have access to the realm of the gods or the plane of darkness because it’s believed that being able to be there would unleash their true power and make them too powerful. The light gods actually fear just how much power the Deorum have and pray that they never choose to work out how to use it. - The Deorum are bound by celestial law, set out by the light gods, to protect Miotas. They have no "army" in the traditional sense, as they’re not allowed to declare war on anyone unless explicitly threatened or instructed to do so by the light gods. If that day ever came, every Deorum would fight. - Tuath Dé was where they decided to settle, as it was built for them by the first Deorum and is the place they’re tied to. They can travel to other realms in Miotas, but they’ll need to return to Tuath Dé often as that’s the seat of their power. A Deorum who is away from Tuath Dé for too long will cease to exist.

Myths and stories:

The forest of Gaoth Dhiga (Divine Wind) is the subject of a lot of lore and myth. It’s rumoured to be the exact site of the famous battle of Cathal, the trees which grew to cover the site were fed by the blood of fallen Fomorians. It’s said that on nights when the moon is full, you can still hear the anguished screams of the Fomorians and the battle cries of the Deorum echoing between the trees. Some believe the trees themselves contain the souls of fallen Fomorians. People have heard calls for help coming from within the dense trees, but once they go in search of those in distress, they become easily disorientated and very rarely do they return.

The battle of Cathal- The story of the creation of the Deorum, an account of how the light god Aodhan created the Deorum and drove back the dark forces which wished to destroy the light gods.

Aodhan the fearless- A story told to Deorum children which tells of the light god Aodhan and his eternal bravery and strength. A story to encourage the children to become their best selves and show strength and courage in every aspect of their lives.

The missing Deorum- A cautionary tale which is mostly for royalty and nobles about a Deorum who decided to use their power to get what they wanted. They were eventually subdued and imprisoned by the light gods in a kind of stasis where they remain to this day.

Speech Patterns– Formal until he’s more comfortable with someone, then he’ll drop the act a little.

Most Used Phrases/Words– Probably “Oh, great.”

Title– Prince of Tuath Dé/ True Deorum.

Birthday– Lughnasadh (August 1st)

Fears– None. He has very little to fear as a divine being.

Phobias– n/a

Mannerisms– Chivalrous, will always bring someone into a conversation rather than just talk at them, confident but not in an abrasive way.

Intelligence– Higher than one might think at first. He’s very well educated as a prince, he needs to know what's going on but the chaotic nature of his species might lead people to assume he’s not very intelligent.

Interests– Nature and the ways of the world, celestial observation.

Problem-solving skills– He just rolls with things mostly…

Emotional Intelligence– Will let his emotions win out in most cases, but he can reign that in if he has to make an important decision, he just finds it hard to do.

Creativity– Not really relevant? His chaotic nature usually leads him to make a decision without really having to think creatively about the solutions. He’ll just take the most direct route to a solution and fuck the consequences.

Introverted or extroverted?-- Extroverted.

Pet Peeves– General rudeness, people looking down on others/talking down to others regardless of social standing.

Mood– Usually quite upbeat.

BELIEFS

Political views-- As a prince, he will always try to do what is right for his people, he will support his fathers decisions and feels a strong sense of loyalty to his kingdom. However, he does regularly question why they have to feud with Luceras when no one even seems to know what the problem is anymore.

Religion-- He’s connected to the light gods and is a divine being himself, so religion isn’t something he really observes although he does take place in and carry out the rituals which the Deorum believe improve their lives.

Core Values-- Integrity, resilience, empathy and compassion.

Alignment– Chaotic Good.

Beliefs about morality and ethics– Values fairness as far as possible and can distinguish right from wrong, those things just may be tainted by his own wants and needs in any given situation.

Beliefs about happiness and success– Success to him would be taking the crown when his father is ready to step down and rule fairly. Happiness would be having someone to share that success with.

Beliefs about the world and society– Values personal freedom, even though he’s a royal, he doesn’t believe that monarchy should be absolute in terms of power. The Deorum prefer a more democratic society but the royals are there to make sure things run as they should, and to continue to be the link between Miotas and the light gods.

Personal Philosophy– The best way to find out if you can trust someone is to trust them.

Self-perception– Sees himself as pretty perfect honestly.

MOTIVATIONS:

Motivation– Doing what is right.

Biggest Secret– The fact that he’s dating the son of his fathers sworn enemy.

Biggest Dream– To just exist.

Deepest fear– His own nature and what that actually means.

Inner Conflict– He wants to fulfil his duty and also wants to follow his heart and leave it all behind to be with his lover.

External Conflict– His fathers hatred of the race his lover belongs to.

Regrets– Not speaking out against his fathers hatred of the Lucerans.

Desires– A life with his lover free of conflict and judgement.

External Pressures– Good wine, good food, good company.

Insecurities– None.

Legacy– The decisions he makes as prince and eventually as king.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Enemies– By virtue of the feud, all Lucerans.

Rivals– None really.

Significant Other– Ilua, Luceran prince.

Family-- Adamaris (Father, living), Deanna (Mother, living), Darragh (Uncle, deceased), Aoife (Aunt, deceased), Tiberius, Niamh, Oisín, (Cousins, living)

Professional Relationships– The members of the court, his fathers council and other nobles are all people he keeps contact with professionally.

Mentors/Mentees– His father taught him all he knows. Knowledge is passed directly from father to son for the True Deorum.

Past Romances– Nothing that lasted (or that his father knows about) Just casual things here and there.

Best Friends– Niamh his cousin. They get along very well and find it amusing that the Deorum people think they’ll marry soon.

Close Friends– Tiberius and Oisín, his other cousins. He’s also close friends with the son of the head of the guard who acts as his personal bodyguard, Daithí.

Role Models– His mother and father.

ABILITIES:

Supernatural Abilities–If needed, the True Deorum would take their true forms in battle.

Fighting Style– Extremely well trained, courageous but also a little wild in the way he wields weapons. He does it with skill, but also an element of unpredictability.

Skills/ weapons training– Sword, spear and daggers.

Magic– Wielded effortlessly along with weapons, an extension of those weapons and also a way for him to shield himself and others if needed.

Physical Strength/Endurance– Unrivalled.

Persuasion Ability– Can be very persuasive.

#original character #original fiction #fantasy #forbidden love #forbidden romance #set in an entirely imaginary world #please talk to me about my OCs I need to justify this brainrot and would absolutely love to speak to people about the ideas for the story

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digitaldavis · 6 months

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Gonna preface this by saying it's for the @digimon02countdown but it doesn't necessarily need to be reblogged or anything 'cause it's not super in-depth or insightful or anything like that and, technically, this isn’t my favorite scene or line or even theme in the show (I'm not sure what that would even be); it’s a throw-away line in the dub that happens at the very end of the episode Storm of Friendship where Davis gets his second Digi-Egg:

It’s a short dialogue exchange that goes like this:

Davis: ”Hey, did you see that? I got a noogie! That means I'm one of the guys now!"

DemiVeemon: ”I have a question: if you're one of the guys now, does that mean you used to be one of the girls and how come you never told me about it? I wish you humans would just make up your minds!”

Davis: “Oh yeah, then how’s this for friendship?” *shakes DemiVeemon*

Basically, if you couldn't guess, this was the beginning of my trans!Davis headcanons and it’s really very personal to me - my fixation on it having stemmed from my own desire to have been born male as I was a tiny AFAB child of maybe ten at the time the episode aired, at a point in my life when it had recently been made very clear to me by the authority figures in my life that behaving like a boy was completely unacceptable to them.

I know the line is just meant to be silly but, honestly, I latched onto it like a life-line and for years and years while I was living as a girl, every time I thought about Digimon Adventure 02 I’d think back to that line and the possibility that my favorite character was AFAB at some point and it was always very comforting to me.

It’s just a projection of my own feelings, really, because it’s obviously not canon-canon, but I received such a strong negative reaction in my own life to the idea of being a boy that I definitely took DemiVeemon’s very innocent question far too seriously as a child and have been on the trans!boy Davis train ever since.

In the episode Davis’ shakes DemiVeemon a bunch in response to what DemiVeemon says while everyone laughs it off and you’re supposed to be like “oh haha silly little Digimon” but all I thought watching it for the first time as a little kid was a jumbled mess of:

Davis didn’t deny that he was born a girl and what if he was like me and had had secret thoughts about being a boy for years before becoming one?

DemiVeemon just seemed more hurt that Davis didn’t trust him enough to tell him about it than upset at the idea itself because they were friends and friends accepted each other and,

None of the other kids in the room - even the older kids - were angry or upset by the idea. It was like they thought that becoming a boy was a thing that could happen and was normal and-

-it just kind of spiraled out of control from that moment on, really.

I wish I had some bigger deeper analysis of the show to back up my love of trans!Davis headcanons but I don't. That's all there is to it, really, but it’s part of what made Digimon Adventure 02 really important to me initially when I was growing up and I think about it constantly as it lives rent free in my head.

It's also the basis for this blog and why I chose Davis as my first name when I came out as trans (also it just sounds nice with my last name), so, yeah, thanks wacky Digimon 02 dub on behalf of tiny impressionable me and my fellow trans!Davis enjoyers everywhere~

Oh, and speaking of enjoying things:

I hope everyone has a really great time watching the new Digimon 02 film~

#Davis Motomiya #Digimon Adventure 02 #the origin of trans!boy Davis or something #I should really come up with a clever trans!davis tag #my headcanons #Motomiya Daisuke

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rubenesque-as-fuck · 8 months

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Bluhhhh, went on a spur of the moment karaoke date tonight with someone I started chatting with on Bumble earlier today. He mentioned he was going to karaoke and said to feel free to join so I thought, "Fuck it" and went. The heat was so miserable in my apartment that is was a relief to have an excuse to drive with the AC on anyway.

Got to the venue and he was cute enough, a little bit goofy. Was feeling ambivalent but not negative about the vibe. We both eventually sang one song each and then decided to head out. He said he didn't have a car and that it was a 20-30 minute walk, so I offered him a ride.

We parked in his neighborhood and chatted in the car for a bit. Then he asked if I wanted to make out. I agreed. Sure, why not. It's my birthday weekend (not that I had mentioned this fact to him), I deserve a lil smoochin', right?? And y'all.

It. Was. Terrible 😒😦😫

Just. Okay. First off, I'll fully admit that my car is not ideal for making out in. It's small and boxy and the front seats are far apart. So that's already a bad start. But the car wasn't the real problem.

It was the tongue. The TONGUE. Storming into my whole mouth like an angrily invading slug almost immediately. No subtlety whatsogoddamnever. After a minute I literally had to just push him back and say, "Too much tongue there, bud." Because I couldn't stand it any more. He eased up a bit, but it was still... not great overall. Thankfully he at least knew better than to start honking on my tits immediately 😂

After a little while he asked if we could move to the backseat, which I told him was a terrible idea because it was currently covered in a big doghair cover with a bunch of straps and buckles. And also because I didn't want to get too wrapped up in anything too quickly- which was true, but also just wasn't feeling super confident in any other techniques he may have had if his kissing habits were any indication. Also also, I'm not fucking 19 any more and I don't want to make out in the backseat of a car on some dark street where cars keep driving past? I pay rent so I can make out and get freaky indoors?

Anyway, me saying I didn't want to do anything in the backseat broke the spell and he decided to head out. Not sure if he truly thought he was gonna get hot backseat action or what. We'll see if I hear from him again. I'm kinda not sure if I want to 🤔 my whole car smells like bad cologne now, too.

Didn't help that I kept thinking about how I'd still rather be kissing D instead. Which, yes, I'm aware is dumb. It constantly begs the question "Did I not like this person because they aren't for me, or just because they aren't him?"

#dating nonsense #buhhhhhhmble #tldr karaoke bar date -> disappointing makeouts #that's what I get for trying to be spur of the moment #standing around awkwardly in a sweaty karaoke bar #and then one of the worst kissing experiences I can remember #like in the top three worst that I can think of right now #tonight's 'angry wet slug' being barely beat out by 'exceptionally dry tongue that feel like it's trying to karate chop my mouth' in college #wishing I didn't still miss d so much #he wrote me on my birthday yesterday which might be why he's on my mind #the fact that that was the first time I've touched anyone in almost two years and still feel so unimpressed by it speaks volumes

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scribbling-dragon · 2 years

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your red bandit au lives rent free in my head at all times *looks through your ao3 acc* DUDE HOW MANY FICS OF THESE TWO HAVE YOU WRITTEN HOLY SHIT YOU'RE A GODSEND clears throat anyways for the prompt right lets say perhaps since Tango's been *quite* the menace for a while, he made a few.. *enemies* who aren't as willing to let him off the hook as Jimmy (and their in story shippers) are... angst level is up to you but there's quite some potential for pain there :]

revenge and ransoms

Summary:

“Bit late for a walk, don't you think?”

He turns, a snarl already pulling his lips back. “Bit far from your empire, aren't you?” He responds.

The god laughs, eyes squinting shut in amusement. He’s in his god form, towering over him as he stands there. He tries not to feel too unsettled, too scared by the man standing in front of him. He fails, flinching back when Joel’s hands crackle with electricity.

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this kinda links to ignition, but only in setting up joel and tango's relationship (which is negative. like Negative). and, as always (y'know i've gotta do it to you) reblogs help a bunch more than likes! writing takes a while so i always always appreciate it :]

He’s reluctant to leave the creepers behind, even as the moonlight washes everything in a silver hue and it steadily creeps back towards the horizon line. He’s not particularly looking forward to explaining to Jimmy why his thirty minute walk turned into a several hours long trip to the creeper pen.

One of the smaller creepers, one that’s not quite young enough to be a sprout, but also not old enough to be a full-grown creeper seems especially reluctant to see him go, rubbing its head along his leg as he tries to nudge it back and away from the gate.

He pushes it, gently, back with his foot, holding it there as he unlatches the gate and slips out. Though, he can't resist leaning back over the fence and rubbing a hand along its head. It purrs, leaning into his touch, and the purr quickly fades out as he pulls his hand back.

“Sorry,” he whispers, “But if I don't go now I’m gonna be dead tomorrow, sleep or not.” The creeper very obviously does not understand him, but he takes another step back anyway, watching as it slowly realises he’s leaving and turns around, bounding back towards a small huddle of creepers.

He watches until it’s settled again, wriggling into a gap between two slightly larger creepers.

He pauses, at the sound of swishing feathers and two feet landing gently on the ground behind him. He stiffens, ears flicking back as he listens, not yet turning his head.

“Bit late for a walk, don't you think?”

He turns, a snarl already pulling his lips back. “Bit far from your empire, aren't you?” He responds.

“Scared?” The god taunts, taking a step forward that covers three of his own, frantically backtracking as the other’s wings spread, blocking any escape routes he might have even considered.

“Not at all.” He lies, even as he takes another step backwards. He’s sure Joel knows that too, if the grin spread over his face is any indication.

“Is it the lightshow?” Joel asks, and the lightning crackles again, blue electricity zipping around his hands as he turns them over, both of them watching the path it takes. Joel is watching the lightning intensely, a smirk still plastered onto his face.

He takes the distraction, darting to the side and barrelling his way beneath the wing blocking his path, knocking it aside probably a little too gently for whatever it was that Joel was trying to do.

He scrambles towards the path into the town, cursing Jimmy under his breath for putting the creeper ranch so far away from the main area. Something grabs his tail, and yanks, hard, pulling him to the ground and dragging him backwards.

He twists, lunging for Joel’s face as he looms over him, managing to dig his claws into the side of Joel’s face before yanking downwards. Joel releases him with a shout, reeling backwards and clutching at his face, glaring at him from between his fingers.

He bares his teeth, a growl bubbling low in his throat as he crouches close to the ground. He can feel blood under his nails, collecting there in a sticky mess that makes him shudder. He doesn't give Joel time to recover, turning tail and running again, skidding down the path and into Tumble Town.

It’s dark, the street completely deserted as he sprints down it, wind rushing past his ears as he zeroes in on the house at the end of the street.

He wheezes as something knocks into him from behind, sending him to the ground and keeping him there. He writhes, wriggling beneath the hold and trying to twist over and claw at him again.

He can't seem to wriggle his way out, breath coming in short bursts as he desperately tries to escape. The weight presses down a little further, a large hand seizing his chin and lifting it up in a grip that isn't gentle nor warm. He can't seem to breathe, inhaling but no oxygen going in as he gets progressively more and more lightheaded.

“You're not so scary,” Joel tips his head to the side, eyes flickering with pulses of lightning. He can feel it bursting over his own skin with white-hot agony, flickering over his neck and causing him to choke and gag with the pain of it, tears squeezing from his eyes.

He’s stopped struggling, he’s not sure when he did that, and instead lays on the street, Joel’s hand pressing his jaw shut. He prays and hopes, and whatever else, that one of those lights flicks on, that someone pokes their head out and manages to see him.

No lights flick on, no golden glow floods the street and he’s left, hardly struggling with lightning flickering over his skin in an agony that’s completely new to him. He hears someone laugh, he thinks, the sound echoing and warping above him until it’s barely recognisable.

The hand keeps his jaw clenched shut, the other pinching his nose shut, effectively suffocating him. He attempts to inhale, choking and coughing when he fails to, struggling in Joel’s grip slightly as he wriggles back and forth, trying to free himself from the god’s iron hold.

He struggles a little more violently as black starts to creep in at the edges of his vision, blurring the ground in front of him and making the crackling pain begin to fade away. He blinks, trying to shake his head and clear his eyes of the mist that seems to be covering them.

He feels his head thunk against the ground, floating away a moment later into inky nothingness, thoughts fading out as the darkness buries him completely.

--- --- ---

He gasps, lurching forward and bringing his hands up to his throat with a shock of pain. Coughs rattle his lungs as he inhales, squeezing his eyes shut as the brightness of everything around him assaults his senses, leaving him laying against a wall and holding his chest as he heaves for breath.

He manages to catch it, after however long spent on the floor feeling like he’s coughing up a lung and desperately trying to remember the breathing exercises Jimmy taught him. They work, slightly, and when he manages to open his eyes again they're blurred with tears that he’s quick to wipe away.

The brightness of the room he’s in doesn't fade, the overwhelming white of it assaulting his eyes in a way that’s actually painful, leaving him squinting at the quartz. There are bars along one wall, giving way to a slightly more decorated room than the vast expanse of empty quartz he’s found himself locked in.

The bars are made of quartz, too, and he stands to shuffle towards them, arms still stinging with pain as he reaches out to press a hand against it, heating his palm up and watching as hardly anything happens. The quartz warms slightly, but it doesn’t melt easily like the iron bars he’s used to.

“I doubt you can melt those, but I would love to watch you struggle.” Joel appears from nowhere, looming in a doorway he hadn't noticed, one arm pressed against the doorjamb, an infuriatingly smug look drawn on his face.

He growls in the back of his throat, a warning, even as he takes a step back from the bar, withdrawing his arms again, skin flickering with a warning of what happened last time. The burns sting as they brush against his clothes, causing him to drop the threat and suck in a deep breath instead.

“What do you want?” He grits out, glaring at Joel as he makes his way closer, sauntering over the floor, movements slow and mocking. Because he has all the time in the world. He presses a hand into the bar he had just been holding, making a small tutting sound in the back of his throat.

“That isn't how this is going to work, Red Bandit- can I call you Red?” Joel smiles at him, as though this is nothing more than a conversation between allies and that one of them isn't behind bars. “I'm gonna call you Red anyway, it’s so much more fitting than just Bandit, because you don't really do that anymore, do you?”

“No.”

“Good, good, otherwise your dear Sheriff would have been lying to us, wouldn't he?” He doesn't wait for a response, nodding his head and ploughing on, “Though, one thing he hasn't seemed to consider is how many enemies he’s going to have from openly courting a lowly ex-bandit such as yourself.”

“I'm not lowly.” He spits out, surging back up to the bars again, gripping one of them so hard that his claws scraped over the quartz with a screech. It startles Joel back for a moment, leaving him wide-eyed until he recovers. “I might be in a cage, but I've stayed out of prison so long for a reason, little god.”

“Ah, ah.” Joel steps back towards the bars, wings mantling as he leans up against them, “Watch that mouth of yours, Red, we haven't gotten to the deal part of this whole thing.” he waves a hand at him, “You have taken a significant amount of valuables from me over the years-”

“And you've replaced them every time.” He hisses, “You have so much wealth you don't even know what to do with it.”

“I do, but that doesn't mean there’s no payment for what was meant to be mine.” Joel doesn't loom closer, doesn't leer. He simply straightens up, eyes flashing dangerously. “I've sent an eagle to your Sheriff, that eagle will arrive there at approximately midday, and it is currently just past ten in the morning, long past the time where your Sheriff will have woken up, correct?”

He glares.

“Meaning, he should have noticed the absence of his dear Red, and we’ve left him just enough time to begin to worry, for that anxiety to build up, until there’s an eagle arriving with the terms and conditions for your release.”

Joel watches him for a moment, a long moment that makes him begin to fidget, tail swishing back and forth as he stands there, staring the god in the face.

“For every hour those terms are not met, the more-”

“Dad?”

Both of them pause at the appearance of a third voice, turning towards the doorway. A child, no older than five, is stood in the doorway, clinging to the doorjamb as he peeks around, eyes wide as he looks at them.

Joel looks back at him, a warning very clearly in his eyes as the child - Hermes - takes a cautious step into the room, looking at him warily, like he’s a caged animal. Which, looking at his current situation is probably not that inaccurate.

He doesn't watch the child for very long, taking a step back as Joel remains distracted, sitting down in the corner of his cell and curling up as best as he can on the incredibly uncomfortable and cold floor, watching as Hermes runs further into the room, curling his arms around Joel’s leg.

He watches, as the child peers from around Joel’s leg, wide eyes meeting his, before squeaking and hiding away again. He’s got a purple streak in his hair, matching Joel’s no doubt, and rather bright purple eyes. No one is actually sure of where he came from, just that Sausage and Joel were both somehow involved and share custody of the child.

“Who is that?” Hermes whispers, managing to be incredibly loud in the way only children can be.

“That is the Red Bandit,” Joel says, turning them around slowly so he’s crouching and facing him rather than away, pushing Hermes forward a little. “He’s stuck in there, I promise, he can't get to you.”

He curls his lip at how soft Joel’s voice goes with the child, nudging him forward with a careful hand until he’s stood almost at the bars, one hand curled around the quartz as best as he can, barely wrapping a hand around halfway until he falls short.

He doubts Hermes even comes up to his waist.

“Why are you a bandit?” Hermes asks, voice annoyingly loud and echoing in his ears. He presses them back a little, casting a glare at Joel over the child’s head, only to have it returned tenfold, Joel standing behind the child threateningly and watching him. “Aren't only bad people bandits?”

“Why do you think he’s in a cell, Hermes?” Joel interrupts, placing a hand on Hermes' shoulder. He watches, with slight interest, as a pair of tiny wings flap into view, feathers shining a dull yellow, similar to that of endstone. Interesting. “Only bad people go in cells, don't they?”

“But he doesn't look bad.” Hermes frowns at him, brain obviously struggling to comprehend whatever he’s got bouncing around in there. “He just looks like a big kitty cat.” He looks up at Joel, “Can I pet the big kitty cat?”

“No.” He says, gritting his teeth together and promising himself he’s not going to shout at this child’s dad in front of them, even as Joel smiles down at Hermes like he hung the sun, shoulders rising with barely restrained laughter. “I'm not a cat.”

“But you look like one.” Hermes presses closer to the bars, sticking a hand through to wave at him, “If you're not a cat what are you mister?”

“Don't call him that.” Joel interrupts, pulling Hermes back a little and stopping him from putting his hand through the bars again, “He’s a bandit, remember? Bandits are bad, which means…?”

“We’re not nice to them!” Hermes grins up at Joel, beaming incredibly bright and his little wings flapping behind him, as though trying to get him airborne.

“That’s right,” Joel pats Hermes on the head, in what might possibly be the most awkward show of affection, and he’s watched Jimmy interact with other people. “Why don't you go find other Dad? Maybe he’ll give you a cookie, hm?”

“I've already had three today!” Hermes announces, still grinning, and he’s rather certain by the way Joel’s face falls, shuttering in on itself, that three is too many cookies for them to be giving Hermes.

He turns his laugh into a cough, stifling it in one hand as Joel’s eyes dart over to him, a glare lingering in the space between them before he’s looking back at Hermes again. “Maybe ask for an apple then, or an orange.”

“Okay!” Hermes bounces a little in the same spot, hugging Joel’s arm before darting out of the door, feet thundering and echoing in the corridors. He hears him retreating for a lot longer than he can see him doing it.

“Sausage is here?” He asks, turning his eyes back to Joel. He doesn't bother to stand again, finally comfortable in his spot on the floor, instead watching as Joel’s jaw clenches. “Any particular reason for that?”

“He’s come to drop off Hermes, he’ll stick around until we've had a chance to chat, which won't be happening until after I'm done with you.”

“Don't let me keep you,” he holds his hands up, “Go see Sausage. I'm sure you're dying to know how Hermes has been doing.”

“Watch your mouth, Red.” Joel says, but he’s halfway out the door as he says it, destroying the effect slightly. He can hear him retreating for a similar amount of time as Hermes, footsteps thundering and echoing back towards him as he listens.

He’s heard a few rumours about Sausage and Joel, but from what he’s seen the two are purely friends that happen to share custody of a child. Hardly anyone has seen Hermes, either out of Joel and Sausage hiding him away, or pure coincidence, he’s not sure. He gets the feeling that he should have seen Hermes either.

His head thumps dully against the quartz as he leans it back, ears flicking forwards to listen to whatever is going on around them. He can't hear anything, the only people that would be on the island are probably as far away from him as possible, on the other side of the island chain, probably.

It’s a little odd that Joel keeps the islands for himself, the area larger than anything he could ever hope to keep to himself. The villagers seem content to live in the shadow of the Stratos Islands, for whatever reason. Perhaps they believe Joel is an actual god rather than a self-proclaimed one. Idiots.

He laughs to himself, cutting it off when it echoes back into his ears and he realises how odd it sounds. He closes his eyes, groaning and realising how boring it’s going to be, waiting for midday.

His arms still ache as he pulls them closer, tucking his chin into his chest and setting his eyes on the door as he waits. He holds a hand out in front of his face a moment later, after a time to consider his options, looking over the burns there.

They spiral over the back of his palms, criss-crossing and jaggedy, like the imprint of lightning on his skin. They circle up and around his elbow, curling to a stop just above it. They throb painfully when he brushes a hand over it, and he recoils with a hiss, tucking his arms close again and curling his tail over his feet.

He settles down a little more comfortably, or, as comfortable as he can be on a quartz floor with nothing to soften it. At least the Sheriff would give him a blanket, even if he wasn't going to be sticking around ten minutes past everyone going into their houses for the night. It’s the thought that counts, or whatever.

Still, he finds his eyes slipping closed more and more easily, and more and more frequently, even as he tries to continue staring at the door, reminding himself of his unknown fate if Jimmy fails to bring whatever Joel has requested.

He startles awake at a loud sound, something clattering over and a murmured apology. He sits up a little straighter, listening as the voices continue to talk, two of them sounding incredibly irritated as they go back and forth.

He can't quite make the words out, even as he strains his ears and leans forward, even going so far as to stand and walk over to the bars, removing that little extra distance as though he’s magically going to be able to hear whatever conversation is happening now.

He hears one particularly angry shout, before footsteps are thundering towards him again, a lot faster than before. He takes a hasty step back, not even making it look like he wasn't trying to listen as Joel storms into the room, looking positively thunderous, with- Jimmy!

He perks up a little bit at the appearance of Jimmy, and Jimmy smiles at him, before turning back to Joel. The Deputy follows him into the room, sparing Tango a little wave and a grin. They're both wearing elytra, Jimmy’s bright yellow one standing out in the blandness of the room.

“Okay, we’re here. Hand him over.” Jimmy puts his hands on his hips, looming over Joel now that the god has returned to his usual size, no longer in his eleven foot glory and shrinking back a little. Jimmy’s great at intimidating people, and he watches him do it with a smile, grinning as Jimmy takes a step closer, putting him and Joel almost nose to nose.

He probably appreciates the move more than Joel does, judging by the other’s glare and the way he shoves Jimmy back a moment later, sparks crackling over Jimmy’s badge. “I need your end of the deal first.”

“My Deputy has it,” Jimmy says, pointing at his Deputy, who does seem to be holding a bag of some kind, with one of the little drawstring thingies to hold it closed. Joel steps towards her instead, peering inside the bag and at the items within.

“Why don't we go to a room where I can lay everything out on a table?” She offers, “So you can make sure it’s all correct and in order.” Joel hesitates a moment, regarding him and Jimmy with thinly veiled suspicion, before his obvious want to check everything wins out and he leads the way, though not without a heavy sigh and a warning glare backwards.

“M’kay.” Jimmy nods to himself, before pulling a jingling ring of keys from his pocket.

“Uh, Jimmy, I love you, but I don't think your keys are going to work on this one.” He takes a step forward, towards Jimmy.

“Oh these aren't mine.” He slips one in the lock, trying it, before frowning and trying the next one. “I stole them from Joel when he was distracted.”

“You didn't.”

“I did.” Jimmy tries the fourth key, “I can leave you in here if you want me to return the keys to him.” He takes a half-step back, grin betraying his actual thoughts. He tries the fifth one, and it slips into the lock easily, turning with a click and letting him pull the bars back. “Always the last one you try.” He mutters.

He ignores Jimmy’s rambling, taking several steps forward and wrapping his arms around him in a clinging hug, ignoring the way his arms sting and burn from the exertion. “I'm never going on a midnight walk again, I swear.” He promises, and JImmy laughs, returning the hug.

“Don't make a promise you can't keep.” He jokes, pulling back from the hug to kiss him. It’s a short, sweet thing that contains no heat, both of them pulling back to stare into each other’s eyes. “You’ll be out walking within a month, I bet.”

“Not my fault the sprouts are cute at this time of year.”

“You say they're cute at every time of year.” Jimmy bumps their foreheads together, still smiling as he stares at him.

“Because they are.” He adjusts, wincing as a burning sensation travels up his arms again, seemingly catching every nerve on its way.

“Oh Tango,” Jimmy’s smile drops, an expression of concern taking over as he brings a hand to cradle his face, “What did he do to you?”

“I, uh,” he looks away, something blocking his throat and making it hard to swallow when Jimmy stares at him like that. “I don't want to talk about it here.” He manages, after a silence has stretched between them for too long, filled by nothing but their breathing and Jimmy’s concerned face.

“We should probably be getting home anyway,” Jimmy says, face entirely too neutral for that to mean anything good.

“What did you do?”

“Who said I did anything?” Jimmy protests, and he gives him a look, watching as the other folds almost instantly. “Okay, okay, I may have found where he keeps all of his dumb togas- and I may have purposefully brought a flint and steel with me. For reasons.”

“Jimmy.”

“Yeah, I reckon we should leave now.” Jimmy says, turning towards the doorway, “Joel’s probably either smelled the burning or realised the gold is all fake.

“Jimmy!”

“Don't sound so scandalised,” Jimmy sounds slightly offended, “You're not the only one that can commit a few crimes.”

“You're the Sheriff.”

“And the townspeople will understand that I had my reasons.” Jimmy shrugs. “Now c’mon, I really don't want Joel to catch me and I reckon he can fly faster than my rockets can carry me.”

“We’re talking about this back home.” He says, allowing Jimmy to pick him up, preparing a rocket for take-off.

“We’re also talking back home,” Jimmy says, “Don't think I didn't notice you wincing.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s go before Joel kills us. That’d kill the cool factor you've got going on right now.” He adjusts the grip he has around Jimmy’s neck, watching as the canary yellow elytra fans out, in preparation for their drop off the island.

He definitely loses the cool factor when he almost drops him though.

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 9 months

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I vibe with hyperfixating w/ characters. To varying degrees I’ve fixated on: Armin from AOT for a while, 1D had a DEATH GRIP on me for a few years, (SEVEAL book characters through my teen years)I had an Alucard from castlevania fixation for maybe 3 ish years (‘ending’ only recently) and now Hobes lives in my head rent free ngl.

I get the “being sad cuz you can’t meet them” part, I’ve felt it. I try to not daydream TOO much cuz otherwise it takes over my life and I’m doing a considerable effort to live OUT of my own head, but BOI do I LOVE just daydreaming about my blorbos of choice.

I don’t speak too much about it (mostly the daydreaming) cuz to an extent it feels like a “me thing” (like something I don’t wanna share with anyone cuz it’s special to me), but if given the chance I DO info dump on my fixations.

I don’t think it’s cringe, not at all. These things are stuff that helps us process the world and our experiences with it. I believe everyone has sensitive weird shit that they don’t talk about, but if there’s something Ive learned is that we hardly ever have completely unique experiences. Most people just hide their oddness. Fandom being a prime example of how much our blorbos can mean to us. I think it’s okay and normal. (Until it goes overboard and people send idk violent messages to others because they headcanon something differently idk, the unreasonable stuff imo)

Can’t believe our of everything people would dare to make JOY and INTEREST the things with negative connotations. Being mean should be cringe, being a bully should be embarrassing. But unashamedly enjoying stuff?? That’s wonderful.

Anyone too embarrassed of their own vulnerability that they deal with it by making others feel bad about their interests are the most immature out if all of us.

Joy is everything that’s good with the world.

Even just seeing the letter 1D makes me wanna scream (in a good way!!) cause it takes me back to high school lol 1D was a bit older than me so my grade had Mindless Behaviour (does anyone remember them, where they even popular) but I remember the days where 1D was like the definition of summer songs

And I can totally understand the 'me thing'. Like I never really spoke about it but I felt like I knew my daydreams were more substantial or vivid than the 'average person' so to say.

Or when I spoke about characters to other people, I understood that neurotypicals likes characters, but they often didn't see them as fully formed 'persons' in the way I do - as to say, they didn't speculate or see emotional backstory, connections, or their behavior the way I did.

I never really shared any of my daydreams because like - I can't even get into it that's like asking someone to explain Star Wars to someone who doesn't even know space travel exists.

I grew up in a time on the internet where self-inserts and OC were seen as cringe, and someone would be very quick to call out 'Mary-Sue's (or flawless OCs) whenever they could.

It's not like that now - but in juxtaposition to canon x canon shipping, that bias is still there I feel like. Like it, as a work of fandom art has less 'value' that art or fics of canon only characters

It kinda bums me out still.

I think OC and daydreams and self-indulgent inserts are all the best part of fandom because it's the purest way of fans connecting with content on a personal level.

I'm happy that I see more people pushing back on that lately. Like after years of seeing people viciously hate furries when most of them seem like very nice, fun people, it's refreshing for people to be like 'nah, actually this thing is cool. and im gonna spend of time and/or money on this thing cause i makes me happy;

like you remember when the new Star Wars movie trailers came out and that dude reacted to it and he was moved to tears and people made fun of him??

yeah fuck everyone else that dude knows whats up.

Like yes, openly cry to your faves. Fantasize deep meaningful daydreams that help you process your feelings. Draw your OC with them, or learn every single thing their is to know about them.

That's why I wanted to talk about this. Because I've never heard it spoken about before. Maladaptive daydreaming, yes - and that can be harmful. But I hardly ever hear people talk about the basic mundane experience of it - or even how it can enrich our lives and help us emotionally develop of neurodivergent people.

When I think of it that way, it's something that makes me happy. I don't think I'll ever be able to describe it fully, and that's the point. Our stories are private to us, not because theyre embarrassing, but because they're so us that to even describe it would like describing a new world top to bottom

I love it. It's what makes humans humans.

#Thank you for this!!! Reading this is like living on planet Earth for once like yess!!! You get it!!#neurodivergency #neurodivergent #actuallyautistic #actuallyaudhd #actuallyadhd #adhd #autism #audhd #character fixations #hyperfixations #cringe culture

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nochi-quinn · 11 months

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candela obscura chapter 1 episode 1: 🎶who you gonna call🎶

I'M HERE I'm just gonna stop playing totk on thursdays (lie)

background!!

matt!!

matt's scandalous naked wrists

oh the spotlight

oh auggie's art is good

the unintroduced characters being in shadow is nice

I need anjali in period dress forever

I'd vote for him

maybe even….president…..

ashley's face sjdflks

"I just GOT HERE"

don't keep ice atronachs in your furnace

the art camera panning around a desk instead of just the fade-in

"tol hat"

"as I expected" rude

laura noticing the light on her and perking up

murder hand MURDER HAND

voice!

art!

that is the correct response

donald :(

not the swamp gas

"who are you >:["

auggie (ashley?): mark me down as scared AND horny

robbie and laura already gossiping

"candela's recruiting fetuses now?"

void stuff

auggie is surrounded by posh weird women and is utterly unable to enjoy it

"we ain't found SHIT"

howard's kind of a bitch

she said the thing

"imagination!"

force hands

CHARLIE

"I don't think that was charcoal"

familiar (derogatory)

"well let's go home" mood

the more arlo talks the more I love her voice

"auggie's education goes far beyond book smarts" I love charlie

"did you need some help pulling that stick out of your ass?" I also love auggie

auggie is reminding of my kid when we ask her one clarifying question too many

I don't mean this in any kind of negative way, it's a totally valid frustration

"trauma bonding" sdkfjsl

calling panic attacks brain marks from now on

deeply enjoying auggie vs howard

not a chair

"we need a distraction. I'll go :D"

I love matt's Dumb Guard voice

"I'd love to help but I'm off flirting"

"I'm not very good at seeing things that are here"

"this is wood" dlkfjsl

Ghost Donald

"are you okay" auggie.

"you're so warm" that's. not great.

charlie

"it's FINE 👿"

"ROLL THEM BONES"

"I know who you are charlotte" lmao rip

fuckin leila

donald no. have you tried consent.

laura picking apart no matter what game system they're in

tiny magic messenger pigeons

Abodeless Individuals

ghost hand GHOST HAND

fable npc voice

"you're a bit older than I remember" "yeah, that's what happens"

oh bless her

mala: the circle learns about poor people

I was about to say "r.j. maccready vibes" and then I Remembered

roll for vibes

I like charlie as a bridge between the classes, as it were

"what's so funny?" "usually doctors are useful"

"rikers over it"

"sorry about the laughing at you" (lie)

howard has a death note

unecessary parkour

that one bit from arcane

can't wait for this ride at critical role land

"the children" howard

"help him, doctor!" AUGGIE

I'm a DOCTOR but not THAT kind of doctor I have a DOCTORATE but you can't HELP people with a DOCTORATE you just SIT THERE and you're USELESS

I may have seen treasure planet one too many times

this music is a+

charlie I don't know what you expected

mala: you're not his real mom

"I don't like the way you said 'great'"

oh ow

miroku

is this going to be the equivalent of trying to drive stick

"NO my sweet student"

not the final destination

fuck! all fails

vax get back in your own game

"you did it to yourself!"

mala: Matt: good rp. suffer more

"did it work?" "no! :D"

arlo and howard are A Pair of Characters

any time ashley does that half-lean shrug question thing

The Food Of Our Woes

hungry hungry ghosties

"you're bleeding out of your head"

not the chetney noises

oh shit

rip auggie

everybody keeps forgetting they can roll again

"SPOILER ALERT"

"leave it up to fate - no that's stupid"

robbie's so into this sdlkfjnls

old as balls

eddie? whomst?

"the gilded rainbow" gay as shit

"we were part of an industrial accident" swamp gas

"I crashed a truck into a building! it didn't work!"

"there's a reason he's a professor" it's bc he's a bitch

"don't set it on fire"

"your club tried to kill me, not sure if want"

in a few hours the sun will rise

gay

ah the true fantasy setting - free rent

"I slathered a nice man up" hate it

acted bizzare

they got a good grade at ttrpg

oh I love arlo

of course it's doc cochran

I heard the "mmmmakinmway" in my head

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stickthisbig · 1 year

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Would the plan at the end of Horse Sense have worked?

I hate that this lives rent-free in my head, but god help me, I am a conservation/preservation easement specialist. I am not a lawyer. BUT.

Could they have formed a land trust to save the farm?

No.

Could it have worked?

Unfortunately, yes, or I wouldn't have to write this. Let me explain in horrible detail.

A land trust is a body that is organized to take possession of and administer different kinds of property. There's loads. Some protect certain categories of land (American Battlefield Trust), others certain regions (West Virginia Land Trust) or biomes (Patuxent Tidewater Land Trust). I don't know if there's a relevant Montana one but I'm sure there is. There are... six? in my small state, not incl national organizations.

What they would have had to do is contact the land trust and say "hey, this land is chock-a-block with wild horses and it's about to be repossessed or whatever." At this point, the trust would evaluate the property and their own liquid assets to see if it was a suitable investment.

If the bank is about to foreclose, they MIGHT be able to say "here's a purchase option based on these three comps that's contingent on a favorable appraisal, please stop." The bank MIGHT say yes, especially if there's negative press or earnest money.

Then they'd wait for several months.

I have no idea how long a Yellow Book appraisal took in the 90s but it's over a month now. The land trust also needs to fundraise and potentially apply for federal grants. I think there are public notices? They take a month each. Anyway, when they have the money, they pay off the loan and acquire the property, with a life estate or fee simple.

THEN they have to do what the movie thinks a land trust means: they have to draft, review, and sign an easement.

*deep breath*

The land trust signs a legal document that grants a qualified easement holder (Montana DNR or something) access to the land in perpetuity and the ability to pursue legal remedies if the land trust abuses the property. The land trust writes into the easement that the Lawrence family or whatever is allowed to stay on the property for a span of years or at the end of someone's lifetime (Andrew Lawrence?) at no or a nominal rent. This easement is filed with the relevant counties and is legally binding.

At that point, the land trust owns the property and the family has a measure of protection against eviction.

I don't wanna fuckin get into what happens if the land trust transfers it, as is their legal right.

(n.b. I haven't seen the movie and I'm not gonna. They could be talking about keeping their property "in trust", i.e. a living trust. I'm not a lawyer but that seems like it would have not worked even harder.)

The whole problem is

1. Transferring property to a land trust takes six months, a year, sometimes multiple years

2. THEY CAN JUST SAY NO. THEY CAN SAY FUCK YOUR SHITTY HORSES AND TELL YOU TO POUND SAND.

3. I know all this off the top of my head, to my horror. I should have gone to law school like my dad wanted.

Stay tuned for why a psychic dog can't have a document notarized

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opie-nixx · 2 years

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Arthur Morgan X Reader (CHAP. 1)

Let's be entirely honest, Life turned to shit once covid hit. Well, even worse shit, since lockdown and being stuck in a 1 bedroom apartment with my boyfriend. He didn't even seem like a boyfriend, more like a negative reality check. I stay with him because it beats being with my family. So, it seems like quite a steal to deal with the bullying and a few things being thrown at me every other week. He let me stay rent free, supplied all the food. I never had to work. If i rubbed his feet he'd throw me some cash for some personal items. It wasn't always 'bad', at first it was sweet and he mad me feel like I was the only 1 he could really love. I was happy. I guess you could say that was the "Honeymoon" stage. He talked me into moving in, which really didn't require much convincing considering they were 10 times worse than he is now. He supported me. He was my friend? He made me want to be around him everyday, almost as if I were addicted to him. I spent most of my time bedroom wallowing away into nothing but boredom and misery, once he left for work. I'd perform simple cleaning tasks. 1 thing that never failed to pull me out of boredom was my video games. That stupid cowboy game. That game never failed to pull me into my imaginative side and just ride along with the Van Der Linde gang. They had a better relationship from being strangers at 1 point to family than I had with my own lover...my own blood. The more I played the game the more I wished I could live in that reality. I may not know much about riding or shooting and even though that life seems rough, it seems like it would easier sort out who's on your side. It filled me with a sense of joy. Couldn't I?

'Maaann, I'm getting sleepy.'

Y/N: "I'm gonna shut this off and head to bed." I say as I get off my bed and shut off my T.V.

Y/N: "Nothin good on anyways."

I've been channel surfing and the only entertaining thing on was South Park and it was getting old. I scuff my feet across the hardwood floor and extend my index finger and press the power button. A yawn escapes me as I shuffle over to my closet and throw on some p.j's.

The T.V? It turned back on? I stopped in my tracts, a few inches from my closet space.

.....Did the remote fall? I turn around and glance around my bed and nightstand before turning my head to my dresser where my t.v. sits.

No? I have to get up to turn it off I lost the remote?

I slowly take a few steps towards my t.v, pausing to take a look behind me.

'Voices?'

??: "Spare you?"

??: "Can ........ spare you?"

Y/N: What the hell?" I step closer to the t.v. The static noise got louder the closer I got to it. I stop before I extend my arm to press the power button.

Y/N: I like horror movies but please for the love of fuck don't let this be somethin freaky." I take a deep breath, slowly reaching forward, the static seemingly eerily louder than feeling my own heartbeat. My finger makes contact with the power button, but when I press it, the t.v. doesn't shut off. I start to jam my index finger into the power button and still nothing.

Y/N: "What the actual fuck?" I grow more anxious, my heart thumping hard into my chest, sweat beginning to pool on my forehead as I feel my stomach do summer-salts with every thrust of my finger the louder the noises grew.

Until my finger went for another push and-

It goes threw it? A bright white light engulfing where my hand is blinds me a bit.

Y/N: "What the fuck?" I whisper to myself. I pull my hand out, the static noise continues, but I can hear more noise

??:"I know a girl in valentine!" My eyes widen at the realization

"How is tha-!" I feel a strong force pull me towards the static, almost like my whole body was a magnet to my t.v. I didn't have time to even think and nothing to grab onto. I get dragged by an unknown cold force right into the static. I shut my eyes from the white blinding light. Cold air rushing all around me and gravity seeming to pull me down. With little time for me to process anything and no way to calm my bodily reaction to being scared shitless and sucked through a white orb, I feel my stomach churn. 1 hand clenches my stomach and the other covers my mouth. I shut my eyes as wind begins to rush through my hair. The feel of the air seemed to change temperature. Cold to a muggy warmth that seemed welcoming. I try to take a peak, but immediately shut it once I notice I'm getting closer to the ground.

Falling...

...I'M FALLING!!!

Y/N: "AUGHHHH!" The ground seemingly to get closer and closer the louder I screamed.

Thud! A weak wheeze leaves my throat. The ground meeting my back

Y/N: "There has to be a better landing than that." I groan out rolling onto all 4's as I vomit all the contents of my stomach. I cough and wheeze a bit, teary eyed. I attempt to take a deep breath which contained wheezes and some groans. I look up to take in my surroundings.

Noise of creaky carriages being pulled and people talking amongst each other fills my ears as I begin to notice the scent of moist murky air and animal shit begin to fill my nostrils. My eyes dart around looking at everything.

Y/N: "Valentine?" I question as I begin to sit up a bit more. I notice the fence in front of me.

'I must be behind the sheriff's office.' I squat behind the fence to hide my appearance.

'I'm not in the proper attire to blend in with this time period.' I lift myself up a bit taking a small peak to look for anyone who may be looking in my direction. I stand up from my spot once I think the coast is clear. I make a B-line inside the sheriff's office. I slam the door shut behind me, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm down. My eye's meet the back of the head of a man with a tan coat and brown pants in front of a cell a few feet in front of me.

'That must be the sheriff.' The man turns around.

"Can I help you miss?" The sheriff asks in a questioning tone and a raised eyebrow. My eye's widen

"I'm really here." I mutter to myself in disbelief.

Sheriff: "What was that?" I smirk to myself as I begun to remember the type of man he is. I push myself off the door and take a few steps towards him.

Y/N: "Oh nothing, Sheriff. I do believe I am a bit lost though." I place my hands behind my back and begin to ball them. A smirk still present on my face. The Sheriff begins to take a few steps towards me.

The Sheriff: "I can help you if you're looking for a specific pla-" I throw my fist with every bit of force into his face, his face jerks to the side; hat falling off his head. I wrap my fingers into his thin hair, raising my knee; slamming his head into it. His body thuds to the ground. I pant from the adrenaline and begin to look around his office. I notice a chest in the back corner between 2 cells. I race to the chest and waste no time opening it

"Please let it be fitting clothes." I say to myself. Inside there is a underbust corset, white button down shirt, a bandolier, pants, boots and some belts.

The boots were about a half a size to big, so i just tied the laces a bit tighter. Luckily everything else fit. I strap in my hunting knife to the right of my hip and take the cattleman revolver off the Sheriff and holster it. I walk back over to the Sheriff and grab his feet and begin dragging him into 1 of the cells, slamming it shut. I start to hear him groan. I begin a fast pace out the door and shut it. I get a few shifty glances from a few people across the way, so I give a small nod and start walking down towards the saloon, trying to avoid eye contact and conversation. My eyes begin to dart around.

'If I can be anywhere near right, this should be the first time Arthur comes to Valentine with Uncle and the ladies.' My eyes are drawn to the bank and in front of it I see an African American lady in a yellow dress being dragged to the side of the building and then pushed to the side of the wall by a taller man. I quicken my pace.

'That's Tilly and that bastard Anthony.' My fists begin to ball and my teeth grit as I step up on the platform to the bank.

Y/N: "Get your hands off'a her."

Anthony: "Why don't you mind your business lady." He says threateningly. I scowl as I grab Tilly's wrist, pulling her behind me. I unsheathe my knife and point it at him.

Y/N: "Back off or I come for your balls." I state with a harsh tone. I begin to hear heavy footsteps approach behind us.

Arthur: "I'd do what the lady says, my friend." He states in a gruff tone.

Foreman: "This ain't over Tilly Jackson." He states firmly before taking his leave, not before taking a last glance to Arthur and I. I sheath my hunting knife and turn towards the 2. I release my grip from Tilly's wrist.

Y/N: "Sorry if my grip was too tight, my intention was not to harm you."

Tilly: "No, your fine. I appreciate you comin to my rescue. You too Arthur." She says sweetly. The look on her face was from explained distress. I give a small nod and smile as Arthur directs her to go wait with the others and asks where Karen is. Once she makes her way to the general store, my eyes slowly wander up Arthur.

'He's much bigger in person.' I think to myself as heat begins to rise up to my cheeks. My eyes land on his

'Such a pretty blue.' A small smile appears unnoticingly.

Arthur: "Thank you, Miss ?"

Y/N: "Y/n...My name's Y/n."

Arthur: "Miss Y/n. Thank you for helpin out, but I outta g-get back to it. Names Arthur." He mutters.

Y/N: "I'll come with. Supposin you have 1 more friend that needs assistance." I say with a light chuckle and begin to make my way to the hotel, Arthur close behind.

'Did-Did he stutter? '

Arthur: "I'm pretty sure I can handle this on my own Miss?"

Y/N: "Just call me Y/n, I'm sure you do but I'm kinda in my own bind right now." I say with a small huff, twisting the knob to the hotel door.

Hotel Owner: "Can I help you two?" I prop my elbows to the side of the counter before giving Arthur my best innocent look and a small smirk. He gives me a small puff and speaks up

Arthur: "I'm looking for a blonde lady, mid 20's, wouldn't forget her."

Hotel owner: "Friend of his?"

Arthur: "Friend of hers." The Hotel Owners eyes widen.

Hotel Owner: " 2B. No trouble now please." A loud thud and crash emit from upstairs, I push myself off the desk and follow Arthur up the stairs who wastes no time getting up there. We make our way down the hall and hear Karen.

Karen: "Get off of me." She screams. Arthur goes to twist the handle and gives it a little push, but the door doesn't budge. He takes a glance at me and taking a step back before raising his leg and kicking the door down. He rushes in with me behind him, I go to Karen who's on the ground. I hold my hand out to her as Arthur and the drunk man begin to throw fists. Karen hesitates to take it, but she does and I slowly help her up. With a final blow by the time she's fully up, I waste no time brushing off her dress and grabbing a handkerchief that was on an end table and begin to clean up some of the blood from her busted lip. She hisses.

Y/n: "I'm so sorry." She takes the cloth from my hand, before giving me a small nod.

Karen: "Thank you."

Arthur: "The hell are you doin here?"

Karen: "Tryin to play him, not very well." She says in a sad tone, before giving me a questioning glance.

Karen: "Who are you?" She questions me.

Y/N: "Y/N, I wanted to he-"

Arthur: "She's gonna be comin back with us back to camp." He states, I give a small nod.

Y/n: "I'm no stranger with getting into trouble, I'm only here to help for a while." I state.

Y/n: "I knocked out the sheriff looking for some clothes." They both give me a dead panning look.

Y/n: "If you don't believe me, you should hear some screaming once we make it outside... I locked him in a cell." Karen chuckles.

Karen: "My my, you sure are your own dynamite. Anyways, stupid bastard was boasting about the bank." She begins to make her way out of the room.

Arthur: "The bank?" He takes a small glance towards me and follows behind her. Me on his path.

Karen: "Sure. I know small town banks are usually a waste of time but this is a livestock town, there's lots of cash sometimes." She takes a few huffs as she dabs the cloth on her lip. We make our way down the stairs.

Hotel owner: "I hope everything's okay up there."

Karen: "After you. Thank you, Arthur. I don't much like being saved but when I have to be." Arthur pushes the door open, Karen and I following him out.

Arthur: "I understand." He looks both ways before crossing the muddy road to regroup with Uncle, Mary-Beth and Tilly. They all exchange glances and worrying questions over Karen before looking to me.

Arthur: "She's gonna be coming with us back to camp, until she figures out what she wants to do." We hear a man stumble out of the Sheriff's office, head in hand hollerin out for a woman in my physical appearance.

'It's a good thing I changed clothes.' I think to myself, I start to make my way more into the little group that formed to try and hide myself. I hear Karen chuckle.

Karen: "You really weren't kiddin." I feel the heat rise to my face.

Y/n: "of course I wasn't." I say in a rushed hushed tone, Arthur even cracks a smile.

Mary-Beth: "Hey, who's that guy over there looking at us?" Mary gives a small nod in a man's direction. We all turn to look at him.

'It's honestly kinda cool to be experiencing this first hand.' I look over between Arthur and Karen and notice a horse hitched to a post. I squeeze between Tilly and Karen and make my way over to start untying the horse.

Jimmy Brooks: " Weren't you in Blackwater a few weeks back?" He questions menacingly from his horse pointing to Arthur. Arthur glances around us before responding.

Arthur: "Me? No, sir. Ain't from there."

Jimmy B: " Oh, you were. Well, I definitely saw you with a bunch of fellers."

Arthur: "Me? No, impossible. Listen, buddy. Come here for a minute."

Jimmy: "I saw you." He begins to turn his horse, I begin to lead the horse to Arthur.

Arthur: "Come here." He states in a gruff voice.

Jimmy B: "Come on, get." He takes off on his horse.

Uncle: "I don't like this."

Arthur: " Me neither. Go get the girls home. I'm going to go have a word with our friend."

Tilly: "Be careful, Arthur." Arthur climbs up on the horse.

Arthur: "Just a word." Arthur gives the horse a soft nudge of his heel urging the horse to go forward,, taking off behind Jimmy Brooks. the others begin to walk towards the carriage.

'I don't wanna leave just yet.' I think to myself, a small frown forming. Uncle with the reigns, Tilly and Mary-Beth in the back, Karen pauses for a moment before joining them.

Karen: "You comin' doll?" Head turned towards me with a questioning expression. I haven't moved, I was just waiting.

Y/n: "Not quite. I'mma wait here for Arthur." Karen shrugs and gives me a small scoff

Karen: "Suit yourself; might be better for him to bring you and introduce you to the rest of us. Stay clear of that Sheriff's office." She tells me with a smile and a wink. I give a small wave in response as they begin to pull away.

'This isn't so bad.' I begin to take a few steps towards the saloon, when my ears catch a disturbance a ways behind me.

??: "Hey! You!" I stop in my tracks and swing my head around. I notice 2O'driscolls standing in front of the stables, laughing amongst each other. I turn my attention away from them and continue walking.

O'driscoll: "Don't walk away from me like you didn't hear me you bitch." I stop in my tracks in disbelief.

'He didn't.' I instantly make a u-turn and dart straight for them.

Y/n: "The fuck did you call me?" I say with a sarcastic look as if I didn't hear.

O'driscoll: "She's got a feisty tongue." 1 says as and they begin to laugh. I don't think he was paying attention, because I walked right up to him adrenaline fueling my actions as my hand curls into a fist.

Y/N: "Yeah, and your not gonna have any teeth." I grunt as I uppercut the 1 that called me a 'bitch' causing him to hold his mouth hunched over, grab the lapels of the 1 next to him laughing and i throw my head into his as hard I can, causing him to fall back and me to stumble a bit holding my head. Suddenly, I feel big arms wrap around my throat putting me in a choke hold.

'For fucks sakes!' I begin to elbow him a couple times; the O'driscoll I uppercut begins to stumble back over, fists up.

O'driscoll: "That ain't no way to talk to someone." He goes to throw a punch, I push up on my feet as hard as I can, gripping my hands on the O'driscoll holding me in a choke hold, I lift my foot up as quick and hard as I can, kicking him the nuts. He falls over clutching his balls, I waste no time continuing to elbow the man holding me a few more times. He lets go and I turn and throw 1 more punch before he as well keels over.

I hear heavy foot-steps race behind me. I spin around and ready my fists, my chest heaving up and down. I settle once I see it's Arthur. I drop my arms and throw my head back.

Y/n: "Oh, thank god it's just you." I wipe the sweat that pooled at my forehead and catch my breath. I place my hands on my hips rolling my head forward and looking at the ground. My h/l, h/c hair falling in front of my eyes.

Arthur: "At least you can fight." I feel his eyes wander to the limp O'driscolls before they land on me. They seemed to travel up and down me. 1 begins to groan and push himself up. I turn around and give him a swift kick to the ribs.

Arthur: "Alright, I think they had enough." He says with a chuckle.

Arthur: "C'mon, I'll buy you a drink." I look at him and give a big smile and nod. I begin to walk off next to him. We walk onto the platform where the General store is.

Arthur: "I'm supposed to be meeting a few fellers over there anyways."

'His steps are heavier than mine...It's soothing.' I take a few side glances towards him as we walk.

'I hope you know how good you really are.' A small giggle escapes from me.

Arthur: "What'chu laughin at?" He turns his head lookin at me. He pushes open the saloon door, holding it open. I stop before entering the saloon doors and take a few steps closer to Arthur.

'He smells like campfire.' My e/c orbs don't break his. His hand releases the door and he takes a few steps back. His eyes wavering between mine, I hear him take a big gulp.

'He looks nervous.' I give a smile.

Y/n: "You're very handsome." I back away and walk through the saloon doors. Arthur on my tail. I stop and turn my head to take a small glance at him. His face is dusted a light pink as he grumbles walking over to where the other men trying to score with the working ladies.

Javier: "Oh, Arthur! Arthur, Come here!" He beckons extending his arm to his shoulder. Javier and Charles do a double take at me as I follow behind Arthur.

Javier: "Who's this?" He chuckles, grabbing my wrist and pulling me in front.

Javier: "It's about time I've seen you with a woman." They all laugh except Arthur. I give a nervous laugh, with pink starting to dust my face.

'That's what I get.'

Arthur: "She ain't mine. I'll explain later."

Working lady 1: Well ain't you the toughest teatin' mountain man." She procures seductively.

Working lady 2: "Oh you be quiet Anastasia, anyone can tell this one is a pussy cat." She drawls out.

Javier: "Yes, a pussy....cat."

Arthur: "Yeah, whatever you say. How much you cost anyway?" He remarks taking a few steps back eying them both.

Working lady 1: "Well, ain't that a nice way to talk to a lady." Giving her shoulders a small shimmy.

"Oh, I didn't know I was talking to a lady." I go to the other side of Charles and flag down the bartender and order a whiskey. I take the shot and force it down. The sting brings a warm soothing sensation and tickles my stomach. I notice the woman walk away and Arthur comes beside me and orders another shot.

Arthur: "I said I'd buy you one."

Y/n: "Then pay for this 1." A smug smirk shows on my face. Javier sighs watching the women walk off. Javier joins us leaning against the bar.

Javier: "You got a fine way with the women, amigo."

Arthur: "Yeah, a regular dandy and a charmer." We all take a shot in sync.

Arthur: "Where's Bill?"

Javier: "Oh man, I dread to think about it." I turn my head and nudge Arthur's arm towards the man walking in.

Bill: "Hey, hey, hey, watch where you're going." He stumbles up to the man he bumped into grabbing his jacket before throwing a fist dragging them to the table.

Y/n: "Here we go."

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