#western quarry au

[vamprnce]

All together now!! 🐎💫

here's all of my the quarry western au pieces finally together, I'm glad to finish all these they were very self indulgent! (and it took me a lot of months to do oops :'D) thanks for sticking around til the end, I'll still draw the cowboy counselors time to time after this too 🤠

all pieces separately: Trio | Blygbank | Lauramax | Nick and Jacob

#my art #the quarry #western quarry au #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #kaitlyn ka #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #max brinly #laura kearney #nick furcillo #jacob custos #blygbank #lauramax #rylan #so many tags jeez 💀

[captain-cade]

Western au? Western au.

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#The Quarry #Dylan Lenivy #ryan ezrahler #rylan #drylan #radioheads #western au

[missstarr]

Drawing Random Characters (p.1)

Here’s…Oliver, Victor, and Mavis.I decided to give them some love yall❤️

#thomas and friends #ttte #ttte humanized #ttte au #thomas the tank engine #au lore #ttte human au #ttte humanisation #ttte oliver #oliver the great western engine #oliver the western engine #ttte victor #ttte mavis #Mavis the quarry diesel #💫✏️ #Railway people🚂

[absenthearted]

i miss doing fic ask memes. is that still a thing

i might post one later this week as a writing warm-up to Try and get back into a routine and post responses over the weekend/the next few weeks

#obviously... for the quarry but maybe could open it up to other ships #i feel less burned out and i don't feel like i have holiday brain anymore #but im also working full time now and im sooo tired send help #(i am v grateful for money and stability etc etc) #but writing the captions for the red riding hood and western AUs were fun exercises #therese talks

[thathcwriter]

AU Alphabet

These are meant to be vague: Take them however you want to. With that being said, have fun!

A)

Apocalypse AU

Afterlife AU

Arranged Marriage AU

Angel AU

Actor AU

B)

Band AU

Boxer AU

Bounty Hunter AU

Bachelor/ette AU

Bookstore AU

C)

Coffee Shop AU

College AU

Cooking Contest AU

Coaches AU

Campground AU

D)

Do-Over (Second Chance) AU

Dance Company AU

Drivers (Racing or Rideshare) AU

Divers AU

Dragon Tamers AU

E)

Emergency Room AU

Empath AU

Entrepreneurs AU

Executioner(s) AU

F)

Fake Dating AU

Firefighter AU

Flower Shop AU

Face Blindness AU (the inability to recognize the other person’s face.)

Forced Partners/ In a group together AU

G)

Graveyard AU

Ghost AU

Gang AU

Gardeners AU

Group Therapy AU

H)

Holding Cell AU

High School AU

Harpy AU

Historical Fiction AU

Husky Race/Doglsed AU

I)

Ice Cream Shop AU

Ice Hockey AU

Interior Designer AU

Island (Survival) AU

Investigation AU

J)

Jeweler AU

Janitors AU

Jazz Club AU

(Court) Jester AU

K)

Kennel (Animal Shelter) AU

Knitting AU 

Karate AU

Kayaking AU

Kingpin AU

L)

Lawyer AU

Lemonade Stand AU

Library AU

Lycanthropy AU

Lifeguard AU

M)

Musician AU

Medieval AU

Motocross AU

Makeup Artists AU

Mafia AU

N)

Navy AU

News Station AU

Nurses AU

Neverland AU

No (Insert Character) AU

O)

Online Friends AU

Orchard AU

Office AU

Ocean AU

Olympics AU

P)

Podcasters AU

Photographer AU

Psychic AU

Pirate AU

Pizza Place AU

Q) 

Quilting AU

Queen (Royalty) AU

Quarry AU

R)

Reporter AU

Resurrections AU

Receptionist AU

Rodeo AU

Raceway (Horses or Cars) AU

S)

Soulmate AU

Skiing AU

Songwriter AU

Soldier AU

Stunt Performer AU

T)

Time Travel AU

Tennis AU

Tour Guide AU

Tattoo Shop AU

Talent Agency Au

U)

Undercover AU

Underworld AU

Umpire AU

Underwater AU

V) 

Vampire AU

Veterinarian AU

Vlogging AU

Vineyard AU

Virtuoso AU

W)

Writer AU

Wedding Planner AU

Woodworker AU

Western AU

X) N/A

Y)

Youtube AU

Yacht Club AU

Z)

Zookeeper AU

Zodiac AU

Zombie AU

#au list #writing prompts #prompt list #au ask meme #ask game #ask meme #fic prompts #feel free to reblog this

[bryndeavour]

bryndeavour’s ever-changing playlists inspired by my favourite media but bangers for everyone morseverse

falling in a chain reaction || a modern morse playlist

first and last of your kind || a modern max playlist

it won’t get better than this || a boxfancy playlist

mr. big shot || a modern ronnie box playlist

unbuttoned || a max & morse playlist

as a spot, i’m rather fond || a max & morse garden playlist

damaged, bad at best || an entirely elliott smith morse playlist

harder to breathe || a s3 delicious burdens inspiration playlist

the long war || a concise max & morse playlist

young & unafraid || a george fancy playlist

cupid’s folly || a western au playlist 

a rare vintage || a vintage max debryn playlist

our flag means death

stab me || post s1 blackbeard playlist

the quarry

from here i see rain, i feel thunder || travis hackett inspiration playlist

bad bitches have bad days too || laura kearney post-game playlist

alan wake 2

this is the ritual to lead you on || an AW writing inspiration playlist

weight of the world || an alex casey noir york playlist

where dreams go to die || a noir!casey/wake playlist

oc characters - naemys and voss

spaceboys || space idiots in love playlist

#music recs! #my playlists #this is for me as much as anyone else #we like an organized list #alan wake 2 #the quarry game #the quarry #our flag means death #itv endeavour #my ocs

[dreadfutures]

Places Prompts for Writing My DAI-AU

Please copy and paste the whole line. Thank you!

Dragon Age: Awakening-Era

avaar crypt in Vigil’s Keep

Hero’s office in Vigil’s Keep

training grounds in Vigil’s Keep

bedroom in Vigil’s Keep

parapets in Vigil’s Keep

Morrigan's eluvian

Amaranthine streets

Elven ruins in Ferelden

Forest Campsites in Ferelden

Gwaren alienage

Gwaren teyrns hall

DAI: Haven

Dungeons (Haven)

chantry (Haven)

war table (Haven)

training grounds (Haven)

forge (Haven)

wilderness (Haven)

healers hut (Haven)

tavern (Haven)

tunnels (Haven)

temple of sacred ashes (Haven)

DAI: Hinterlands

witch woods (Hinterlands)

red lyrium tunnels (Hinterlands)

vallamar (Hinterlands)

the crossroads (Hinterlands)

the farms (Hinterlands)

Templar camp (Hinterlands)

DAI: Fallow Mire

Fallow Mire camp

Fallow Mire bog

Fallow Mire fort

DAI: Crestwood

Crestwood camp

Crestwood wyrm hole/Solas grove

Crestwood dwarven caverns

Crestwood New Crestwood

Crestwood fort

Crestwood Hawke's hideaway

Crestwood dragon nest

Crestwood red lyrium quarry

DAI: Storm Coast

Storm Coast beach

Storm Coast caves

Storm Coast dwarven port

Storm Coast blades of hessarion camp

Storm Coast dwarven caves

Storm Coast the woods

DAI: Emerald Graves

Emerald Graves refugee camp

Emerald Graves on the road

Emerald Graves Vallasdahlen

Emerald Graves elgarnans bastion

Emerald Graves knights tomb

Emerald Graves wolf statue camp

Emerald Graves haunted manor

Emerald Graves great bear

Emerald Graves red Templar camp

Emerald Graves venatori camp

Emerald Graves slaver caves

DAI: Exalted Plains

Exalted Plains camp

Exalted Plains Dalish camp

Exalted Plains scorched battlefield

Exalted Plains var Bellanaris

Exalted Plains the river

Exalted Plains Ghilannains grove

DAI: Emprise

Emprise occupied suledin

Emprise cleared out suledin

Emprise frozen river

DAI: Halamshiral

Halamshiral alienage

Halamshiral upper quarter

Halamshiral winter palace

DAI: Val Royeaux

Val Royeaux cafes

Val Royeaux curio shops

Val Royeaux alleys

Val Royeaux alienage

DAI: Western Approach

Western Approach oasis

Western Approach desert

Western Approach tainted lands

Western Approach occupied fort

Western Approach still ruins

Western Approach tevinter prison

Western Approach camp

DAI: Hissing Wastes

Hissing Wastes

DAI: arbor wilds

temple of mythal

well of sorrows

mythals altar

#prompts #dragon age fanfic #dragon age inquisition

[lnwrcauli]

Bessie the Baldwin Engine [NWR AU]

History

Bessie is a Baldwin ROD 0-6-0 built by Baldwin Locomotive Works in Philadelphia in 1918 for the Railway Operating Division. After the war ended, she was laid up in Belgium for a spell before being purchased by the Ffarquhar Quarry Company. Her work was mainly arranging trains, though was occasionally able to take some herself. In 1956, the Ffarquhar Quarry Company purchased a second engine: Mavis. Mavis mostly took over from Bessie, who was laid up and used as a stationary boiler for the pumps and winch winding engine. By 1969, the quarry had completely dieselised and had no need for her anymore and was subsequently sold on to the Sodor China Clay Company and became their No. 4.

In 1975, she was fitted with an electric headlamp and a salvaged Norfolk & Western hooter whistle. This led to her being the subject of many jokes about how such a small engine could make such a large sound. She continues to work faithfully to this day.

Personality

Bessie is a kind but firm engine. She tries to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but due to the types she works with, this usually backfires. Bessie is usually the level-headed one of whatever group she's in, and is often at odds with the twins. She gets on very well with Timothy however, being close friends with him. Her and Salty also get along incredibly well whenever they meet, which unfortunately isn't often. All in all, Bessie is a hard worker who doesn't let her old age slow her down.

Thank you for reading, and I'll see you in the next one.

Cheerio!

#steam engine #locomotive #trains #railway #steam locomotive #ttte #alt history #ttte au #rws au #ttte headcanon

[broken-everlark]

Thank you for tagging me @iamfandomcrazy & @gardenoblues was hoping I would get tagged.

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Some of these will have smut or just mature themes.

Everlark⤵️

To the ends of the earth ch3

Duff Au

Wyler⤵️

Pt2 office smex (a continuation to afternoon intrusion)

Love you anyway ch 2

Never be alone (original ending)

Dressing room (not the final name of the oneshot)

Spiderman Au

Another Way Out (The Quarry Au)

Over the garden wall AU

Black cat ch.7

Mannequin Au

Western/cowboy au

More venom(hyde) Tyler/wyler

Omegaverse fic (doesn't have a name)

Bad boy Tyler x innocent/shy Wednesday au

Good boy (dog ears Tyler au and cat ears Wednesday)

Dragon au (not what you think)

Wyler & petroclair parent au.

Familiar Wednesday (AU)

At the moment, I can't remember the rest.

I don't have a lot of friends in the wyler fandom so I'm gonna tag a few from everlark. (No pressure tags) @nouklea @pookieh @mega-aulover @alwayseverlark

#ao3 #writing #wip game #everlark #wyler #weyler

[that-vibe-i-cant-explain]

NorkusNovember 2023 | Day 6 "Western"

Okay this one was fun. I decided to combine this with the Day 2 prompt "Sun/Star." It's also set in the same Bootstrap AU as my drabble for Day 5.

Wordcount: 1,152

Sometimes all time travel brought him was misery and an unending spiral of regrets and doubts.

Other times it was just so damn fun.

Markus spurred his horse on, coat whipping behind him in the breeze, dust pluming up beneath his horse’s hooves. He felt wild and free and fierce in a way he hadn’t in so very long.

The riders of Jericho fanned out alongside him, in hot pursuit. That day’s mission was revenge and they were so close, they could taste it. It was the crack of gunshots in the air, the taste of grit between his teeth kicked up by the hooves of his quarry. They’d been gunning for the Harper gang all morning, ever since their prize member had shot one of their riders dead outside a saloon. Of course, Markus was after the killer for entirely different reasons. He was on a mission to find the identity of the infamous North Star, a female bandit lost to history, her fate unknown.

She and her gang were riding just up ahead and cutting between the rocks of a vast outcropping that broke Markus’ line of sight.

Bullets zipped through the air. Rocks sprayed just past North Star’s horse’s flank but she just kept on going.

“Careful!” Markus shouted. “I need to look her in the eyes before I kill her.”

“Then you better get faster!” the hollered response came. “You gonna risk the kill for that stupid ritual of yours?”

“Never you mind. Just don’t hit her!” Markus called back. It wasn’t enough to see her face. He needed to hear her speak. He needed to record her voice and true name for the Archive. And if she was supposed to die today, he’d take her last words as well.

Rocks towered on either side of him now, crags of rust-red rock and creosote flashing by. The riders up ahead flitted and vanished, leaving dust behind. One last gunshot from one of Markus’ companions caught the slowest man square in the back. He slumped in the saddle as his horse continued on.

Markus slowed his horse, having to guide it around and between the rocks. He motioned for his riders to fan out and keep up the search, ignoring their warnings that going off on his own was a bad idea. He wasn’t afraid. A niggling suspicion tugged at him and he needed to see if his instinct was correct.

The ridges on either side of him rose steeply into the beginnings of a box canyon but surely they wouldn’t head down there and risk trapping themselves. No, they’d try and turn around.

Markus listened for the sounds of his quarry but the stone took the sound of hoofbeats and ricocheted them so it was impossible to tell where anyone might be. He just needed to find North Star before his companions did. He knew he didn’t have much time. His relationship with the riders was tenuous at best and if they realized something was up, they wouldn’t wait for his orders before shooting.

He felt something then, like a nudge against his mind, like a smiling whisper that said hello.

Markus twisted in the saddle and drew his gun. He didn’t flinch at the sight of a colt’s barrel aimed at his face but he did let out a breath when he saw the face beyond it.

“North,” he breathed. His gun lowered, but at that moment, hoofbeats came to his ears. His riders were back and they’d be watching. So he readjusted his grip and kept his aim steady, but his finger off the trigger.

“Huh,” North said, a humorous tug to her lips. “So you’re the infamous Roger Carroway. Gotta say, you don’t really look like a Roger.”

“And your moniker isn’t exactly subtle.”

North shrugged. “Eh. It’s the wild west. It wouldn’t be much fun if I didn’t allow myself a little flair. Besides, I think it suits me. You know.” She brought her horse around into a little half circle, forcing Markus to mimic her movements. She looked past him and he didn’t need to look himself to know they were gathering an audience. “I joined the Harper gang because my mission was to get the real story on Roger Carroway, but since that’s you, looks like I’m going home empty-handed.”

“My mission was to discover the identity of North Star.” Markus allowed a smile. “They sent us chasing our tails. Won’t they be disappointed.”

“They’ll survive.” North’s face softened. “I’ve really missed you, Markus. How long has it been?”

Markus sobered, replaying the memory of a French battlefield in the rain, and a hug that hadn’t lasted nearly long enough. “Five years.”

“Seven for me.”

Markus ached to hold her again, with such a sense of longing that a human couldn’t match. But when your life was one unending circle, a million years all happening at once, every person throughout history just a living ghost, well it got lonely. And the only one who could ever understand that was another android. Their meetings were too few and far between and he cherished every one of them.

Markus’ horse danced to the side and he looked over to where his riders waited, letting him take the lead, trusting in his “ritual.”

“If one of us doesn’t drop dead in the next minute, they’re going to know something’s up.”

“That could be a problem,” Markus admitted.

North’s horse took a couple steps closer to his. “There’s a Beam about five miles up the canyon. Think we can make it?”

Five miles with two gangs on their heels who wanted them both dead? Eh, they’d been in worse situations. “Carroway and North Star did mysteriously vanish from the history books. You have something in mind?”

“I was thinking a couple million years or so. I think I need time away from people for a while. We can call it a date.”

Markus grinned. God, how he’d missed her. “Sounds perfect.” He lowered his gun and leaned over his saddle to kiss her.

Their lips barely brushed when a gun barked. They both flinched but Markus caught the exhilaration on North’s face.

“Time to go.” North spun her horse, dug in her heels, and the horse sprang forward. Markus stayed close behind her, hunched over as two more gunshots broke through the air and the riders gave chase.

Wind tore at Markus’ coat and made North’s braid stream out behind her and he wanted to burst out laughing. He was being chased by a gang of outlaws, being shot at and yet he was happy. Because with all the millennia laid out before him, he and North kept finding each other over and over again.

He spent his life drowning in meaningless missions for the Archive, but she made it worth it.

He may have been a machine, but right now he’d never felt so alive.

#norkusnovember2023 #norkusnovember #norkus #detroit become human #dbh #bootstrap au #markus rk200 #north wr400

[leatherbootlace]

Don't mind the info dump, but It has left me curious on the likes of "Lucy". I hope you don't mind the questions.

finally got around to this here we gooooo

      Lucy was an engine who once worked the vast mining network in the mountains that connected to one of the Old Railways. Though she was abandoned many years ago, she’s been restored to working order by Burnett Stone, and now runs special tours connecting from Thomas’ Branch Line to the Old Mines in the hills. Though the life she lives is not the same she once lived many years ago, she is still the same Lucy through and through.

NAME: Lucy / Lucy II NUMBER: N/A OPERATOR: Muffle Mountain Historical Society BASIS: Fletcher Jennings Class B 0-4-0 Tank Engine GENDER: Feminine       - She/Her/Hers       - They/Them/Theirs ORIENTATION: Pan-Romantic EYE COLOUR: Red LINE: Maithwaite Quarry

Original Sprites by Princess-Muffins, Cj-The-Creator & TankEngineNinja. Any & All Modifications made by Myself, LeatherBootlace.

Keep Reading Below for AU Lore!

[[HISTORY]]

      Lucy arrived on the Island in the 1880s, purchased by the Muffle Mountain Mining Co. to take heavy wagons from their mines to their marshalling yard at Maithwaite. She worked this yard for many years, and was quite content with the arrangement. Not long after the end of the Great War, the North Western Railway would turn their attention to the mineral deposits along Anopha Fell, and extend the nearby branch line north to Ffarquhar.

      It was at this time that Lucy first met Thomas and the Coffee Pot engines. Though Lucy got along fine with them all, her owners weren’t too keen on the Fat Controller’s relationship with the Ffarquhar Quarry Company, and feared they were in cahoots to try and run them out of business. By the Great Depression, however, neither had to worry about the Mining Company, for they were near bankruptcy, bar the one mine they still operated.

      Lucy worked hard during this time, but it wasn’t enough to make ends meet, and before long, the minerals ran dry. Her owners, not wanting to part with her, sheeted her away in a far-off corner of one of the old quarries, where she lay for many years. Over time, nature would reclaim the mineshaft she was kept in, and she was buried within for more time than she can recount.

      However, many years later, she was discovered by Percy and Donald, and she was taken to Crovan’s Gate to be restored. It was a long, arduous process, but eventually, she came to, and now works happily along her old line.

[[THE HISTORICAL SOCIETY]]

      The Muffle Mountain Historical Society is a group of enthusiasts & local townsfolk from Maithwaite who have restored the mines near the town as a historical site. Their founder, Mr. Burnett Stone, was the grandson of the Mining Company’s Foreman, and is a tirelessly dedicated man.

      The Society is one of the biggest factors in the Ffarquhar Branch’s continued service, second only to the various quarries up in Anopha Fell owned by the Ffarquhar Quarry Company. They’re quite close partners with the North Western Railway, and often organise special galas and rail tours for the branch to bring in visitors.

[[THOMAS & LUCY]]

      Thomas and Lucy were firm friends back in the early days of the Branch Line, though they did start off on rocky footing. Bar the Coffee Pots, Lucy was the only engine Thomas felt comfortable confiding in about his personal troubles, and Lucy the same with hers.

      That relationship has shifted, unfortunately, since her restoration. For while Thomas remembers his time with Lucy, the same can’t be said the other way around…

[[FLARE, FLICKER, FADE]]

      Simply put, the Lucy we know today isn’t the same Lucy who originally worked for the Muffle Mountain Mining Co.

      At some point during the Great Depression (believed to be around the time of the Great Sodor Strike of ‘33), the original Lucy passed away*. Her body was kept working by the Mining Company for a few years afterwards, though it certainly did limit how much traffic they got with the Fat Controller. When the Historical Society found what remained of her in the old mines, they still sought to restore her to order, if only cosmetically so they could at least give her the respect she was due.

      However, the strangest thing occurred one fateful evening when Thomas was visiting the Works for a brief check-in. When the sun went down, Lucy’s body had no face, but when it rose the next morning, there was Lucy! Young, bright-eyed Lucy with not a memory in her head about working for Muffle Mountain or ever coming to Sodor before.

      It was a bittersweet occasion, but Lucy was given the space needed to come back to work. However, every so often, Lucy does seem to remember murmurs of her past – never quite clearly, but just vivid enough to recollect some details. Sometimes they’re nice to think back to. Others… She doesn’t like to talk about them.

      *Some of you may recall, Mean-Scarlet-Deceiver made a post a while back about how engines pass away, as well as a follow-up regarding ‘reincarnation’.

      **No, I Will Not Shut Up About How Much I Love Their Lore Posts. They Are Great. Go Read Them Or I Will Commit A Crime.

[[THE RENEGADE DIESEL]]

      Shortly after being restored into working order, Lucy had the utmost fortune of coming across one of the most dangerous engines to ever roam the rails on Sodor & the Mainland - Cockade. Their first encounter was… unsettling, to say the least. Lucy had accidentally stumbled upon one of Cockade’s hiding spots, and gotten damaged in the process, but no one would believe her when she claimed it was another engine that had done it to her.

      It wasn’t until Jamie’s near-death experience at the Smelters’ Yard that things turned for the worse, and the engines of the Ffarquhar Branch took it in turns to stay with Lucy to make sure Cockade wouldn’t try anything funny. This, of course, culminated with her and Thomas being chased down by the mad diesel on the warpath. The two made a run for it from the Big Station and made a mad sprint down the Main Line until Cockade derailed near the Viaduct, nearly falling into the river below.

      Though the Works Diesel insists that Cockade has been dealt with and won’t be a problem again, Lucy still fears otherwise. Cockade cheated death once before… who’s to say he may do it again?

#THIS GOT POSTED PREMATURELY #be prepared for this to suddenly and sporadically change at a moments notice #ttte #ttte au #ttte fanart #ttte lady #technically she's lady #technically she's an oc #schrodinger's oc #Lady The Magical Engine #Thomas and Friends #Bootlace's TTTE AU #rws #Railway Series #this took way too long for me to post but i finally did it #if anyone asks wisdom teeth are a pain in the ass and i should have gotten them removed ages ago but nevertheless #so yeah... lucy died and got better #not the first engine to do so #definitely not the last #alice/edward is probably the next character i'll post lore about #but until then if y'all want to give me some suggestions #i am slow to answer questions but they will be answered

[vamprnce]

shoving my two interests together bc I'm unhinged ehehehehe this happened bc my hyperfixation of rdr came back full force then all the sudden me and some friends are talking abt a hackett quarry western au 🤠✨

these are some of my hc's plus designs I have of trio atm! imma try to draw out the rest of the gang too, prob Emma and Abi is next :) (some notes from discord under the cut lol)

these are a lil bit unorganized adsgs but some general ideas ig also Dyl still has his kitty, I can't separate them 💕

#text #my art #the quarry #western au #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #kaitlyn ka #rylan #radioheads #it still counts lol #western quarry au #ive risen from the grave aka an art block shehdjdb what better thing to draw than my silly faves as silly cowboys 💖 #tysm to my friends who made me so unhinged abt this au/concept especially percy hehe #i have a lot of thoughts/hcs abt it honestly #also i was going back and forth w listening to the rdr2 ost and orville peck while drawing this lol gotta set the mood yknow #tbh im really content w how these guy's outfits came out wahh cant wait to draw out everyone else! 🤗 got lots of ideas

[captain-cade]

More western au, but this time: they’re girlfriends

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#blygbank #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #The Quarry #western au

[captainsolare]

Sol! May I request some William angst for your event please? Hm maybe Roll 4 times for AU, 1 time for dialogue, and 2 for trope please 🥺💕? Thank yoh in advance!

A/N: Lyra! Yes of course! I hope you enjoy it :) It was interesting to write a Western AU William 😂 The dice really made this an angsty one

Bonus: listen to 'jupiter' by Wrabel

Warning: Drunk man makes a gross comment and grabs your arm

William Angst + Western AU! + First Love Reunion + "Try that again, I dare you."

William’s chest felt heavy as he rode into town, he had known that coming back here might affect him, but he hadn’t thought it would be this much. The buildings looked like they hadn’t aged a day, but he knew that wasn’t true, it had been years since he had set foot here. His life as a bounty hunter didn’t lend well for settling down, and so he had left this place and a piece of his heart with it. However, a job was a job, and he had received reports that a notorious outlaw had been spotted in the area, and William wanted to be the one to catch him.

He half prayed that there was another option, somewhere else he could stay for the night, but the sun had long sunk over the horizon, and the only place open now would be the saloon and conjoined inn your family owned. He hopped off his horse, tying him off on a post. There was a water trough nearby, so that should be suitable for the time being.

You didn’t see him come in, his hat pulled low over his eyes; if you had, you most certainly would have dropped the glass in your hand, sending it tumbling to the wooden floor below. He grabbed a spot at a table in the corner, heart clenching at the familiar face behind the bar. You still looked as beautiful as the day he met you, but you looked happier than the day he left, the day he broke your heart. Something about the way your eyes crinkled as you chatted with a miner at the bar made his heart ache, you were so close to him yet so far at the same time.

One of the saloon girls interrupted his thoughts by asking for his order.

“Just water please.” He said hoarsely, trying to ignore how much he wanted to grab a seat at the bar and talk to you.

“Yes sir! That’ll be right out.”

She returned swiftly, a cool mug of water set upon the table. “Are you stayin’ here long cowboy?”

William looked up at her, a forced smile on his face, “No, just for the evening.”

As he looked up at her, the light happened to reveal his face to her, her expression changed, and she hurried away to tend to other customers. He sighed softly, taking a sip of his water. He was used to this happening, people had almost always reacted to his birthmark this way, some people were convinced he had some sort of plague. The woman’s reaction was another painful reminder of how much he missed you; you were the only person he’d ever met that had touched his face with tenderness.

-

You were at the bar, fulfilling orders and chatting with customers when a particularly unruly man sat at the stool in front of you.

“Hello sir, what can I get you?”

The man smiled wickedly, it was obvious he was already drunk, “Are you on the menu?”

The question made your skin crawl but you forced yourself to smile, “I’m afraid not sir.”

William narrowed his eyes, that was the man he was looking for; now was not the time to act though, there were too many people around to risk getting in a shootout inside the saloon.

The man wouldn’t take no for an answer though, and when you were turned for a split second he lunged to grab your arm.

William was over in a flash, grabbing the man’s arm with a vice-like grip.

The saloon went eerily silent as all eyes were fixed on the scene at the bar, “Try that again, I dare you.” The words were dripping with such venom that William surprised even himself.

The man let your arm go, but fixed William with a defiant grin, “Or what? Is this your lover or something?”

The corners of William’s mouth twitched, “Do you know who I am?”

His smile faltered, but the man’s voice was even as he spoke, “No, why does that matter?”

William smiled wickedly, knowing his prey was about to be caught. “Maybe this will refresh your memory.”

He tilted his hat up from his face and the man instantly paled.

“Y-you, you’re him. You’re the bounty hunter, William Vangeance, bringer of vengeance.” The man’s voice shook and he tried to squirm away from him.

William chuckled, “That’s right Slim, I am. And now I’ll be taking you to the sheriff.”

Slim didn’t put up much of a fight as William led him out the door.

-

You stood frozen in place, memories rushing back to you all at once. A cold December night, a letter slipped under your door, running after him, begging him to stay.

The buzz of the bar soon returned, and you took a deep breath, trying to recenter yourself after the shock of seeing William again. You had long given up on him returning, but lo and behold he had, at least for tonight. Would he leave in the morning? Probably. It seemed as if he had only come for his quarry, but some part of you hoped that it had been more, that he had come to see you as well.

-

Hours passed, and you were closing the saloon. You swept the floors, and wiped off the tables, now all that was left was to wipe down the bar.

There was a knock at the door and you opened it to find William standing there, an uncertain look on his face. You were tempted to yell at him, take out five years worth of frustration and anger and regret on him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. When you searched your heart, there was only sadness left where William was concerned, he had been your first love and he had left you cold and alone, with only the silhouette of him on his horse receding into the distance and your memories.

“I didn’t think you’d come back.” You said, your voice just above a whisper.

William glanced down at his feet, regret filling his chest, “I didn’t either.”

You lingered in the doorway for a long moment, then stepped to the side.

“Want a drink?”

He nodded and walked in, and you locked the door behind him. He took a seat at the bar as you made what he asked for, pouring water for yourself.

“Thank you for earlier.”

William shifted on his stool, “Of course, I couldn’t stand to let you get hurt.”

That’s rich, coming from the person who broke my heart. You wanted to say, but instead you forced a smile, “Well, I appreciate it.”

You and William stared at each other, both unsure of what to say.

“You look well.” William spoke up after a while.

Your lips twitched from the irony, “I’m making do.”

Silence prevailed once more, and you stared at your water glass, trying to will the dam of emotions to stay intact. You took a deep breath, clenching your fists on the counter.

“Why did you leave me?”

The question was soft, but it was filled with pain so sharp William could feel it cut him.

“You know why.”

Your head whipped up, eyes alight with anger.

“No I don’t. You were here one day and we were happy, and the next day you were riding off on that damn horse.”

“I--”

You didn’t let him finish, “I could have come with you William!” Your voice began to break, tears threatened to fall.

“Being a bounty hunter is dangerous work.”

“Don’t you think I know that? Do you have any idea how I worried for you once I found out what you were doing?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” You sucked in a breath, chest heaving, “Are you sorry for the way you broke my heart into a million tiny pieces?”

William stood, hand slammed on the counter, his voice strained, “It broke my heart too! I never wanted to hurt you Y/N.”

You blinked at him, “Never wanted to hurt me. So why did you? I would have gone anywhere with you, followed you to the ends of the earth, left all of this behind. I wouldn’t care if it were dangerous or uncomfortable, because I would get to spend my days with you!”

“I know! And that’s the problem,” He took a pained breath, “You don’t deserve a life like that Y/N! You deserve to be safe and comfortable and happy and I can’t give that to you.”

“I don’t want that, I just wanted you.”

William blinked his tears away, “I wanted you too.”

“Then why?” Your voice was soft, all the bravado and tension from before quieted.

“I’m not good for you.”

You laughed darkly, “William, that’s crap and you know it.”

William pulled a few bills from his pocket, setting them on the counter.

“Think I could get a room for the night?”

“Talk to Tracy next door.”

“Thanks. I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“This isn’t over William! Please don’t leave yet, are you leaving in the morning?”

“Goodbye Y/N.”

He walked away, heading for the door.

“Please don’t go.” You whispered, if he heard, he gave no indication he did so.

The door opened and closed, and you collapsed on the counter, for the first time that night, allowing yourself to cry.

William watched from the window, heart torn to shreds as he watched your shoulders shake.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I really am.”

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Star-Crossed

din djarin/female oc | soulmate AU | pre-canon

wc: 2.2k / 4.9k (so far)

summary: The Way was not supposed to be a solitary one. People, house, clan. And when all else failed, your Match. “Fits like a Mandalorian Match” was the old saying. Though it wasn’t so long ago that it stopped making sense. But what's a lost Match to a man like Din Djarin?

warnings: canon-typical violence

Previous Chapter | Masterpost | ao3

Chapter Two: The Question

Din Djarin did not have a Match.

Din Djarin did not have a Match.

He couldn’t.

How, why didn’t matter…

He just couldn’t.

Right?

This Woman with a small dark spot high on her cheekbone and finely calloused hands and wearing his shirt couldn’t be his Match.

She just… couldn’t.

It was just coincidence that he was pulled into her orbit, like a comet desperately seeking gravitational equilibrium.

And it was coincidence that she apparently felt the same. Even foggy as she was.

She still had not said a word, did not reply or even react when addressed, but she always floated in Din’s direction when he stepped away.

Which wasn’t very often.

The urge, or ‘bond’ as the Armorer called it, was only satisfied if she was near.

The pair of them were something of a side-show in the covert for the evening.

Even through beskar and dark visors, gazes felt heavy on Din’s shoulders.

Outside the covert, curiosity – whether hostile or benign – was expected.

But here? Never before.

He thought about leaving. But as confused as she was, dragging her, barefoot, back through the streets of Nevarro, even just to the ship seemed unwise.

So Din found a spare room in the covert–The Woman following in his wake, fingers still threaded with his.

It was barely more than a door and two stone benches that could pass for beds if needed. But solitude was necessary for his kind.

He found himself hoping she’d speak once they were alone.

She didn’t.

But she did grow tired before too long. Not surprising given her recent clinic visit.

“You can sleep here,” he said, gesturing to one of the benches embedded in the wall.

She did not reply. Or move.

He was not used to being the verbose one.

“Here.” He offered her his cape, threadbare at the bottom but warm enough. She took it, thumbs brushing across the fabric.

Nodding once, he moved for the door.

She followed.

“You need to sleep. I’ll be outside.”

He stepped back and she stepped forward.

“No–” he huffed in minor annoyance. Turning her around by the shoulders, he guided her to one of the benches and sat her down. Gently by firmly. “Sleep. ...Please.”

He stepped back once. Twice. She didn’t move.

On the third step, she made to rise, but his hand outstretched stopped her.

He at least made it to the door before she stood back up.

He surrendered with a sigh. “Fine. I’ll stay here.” Sitting down on the opposite bench from her. “Satisfied?”

She apparently wasn’t as she drifted to sit on the bench, hand fitting into his as she curled up next to him.

A beskar pauldron couldn’t have been a comfortable pillow, but it might as well have been down-filled silk for as quickly as she dropped off.

He waited an hour, then two, just to be absolutely certain she was completely asleep, listening to her gentle breathing turn deeper and slower. Then he eased her off his shoulder to lie down, leaving his cape for her blanket.

She didn’t stir as he headed to leave the room, the door hissing open in front of him.

Stay.

A fist pressed to the front of his helmet for a minute in frustration.

Stay.

There’d be no peace if he resisted.

So he sat down in the furthest corner of the room from her, tipping his helmet back to rest in the crook of the walls.

Her sleeping form was the last thing he saw as his eyes drifted shut.

But when they opened a few hours later, the bench was empty.

His head jerked up only to realize that The Woman had simply moved.

Her head now rested on his collarbone, his arm wrapped around her, her hand clasped in his, pressed tight to his cuirass.

Something high in his chest cracked, fissures reaching magma flow far below, and his next breath quaked.

Beskar cautiously pressed to the top of her hair was not perfect, not even ideal.

But the alternative was terrifying.

The next morning dawned and The Woman still had not spoken, still drifted in a haze where Din was her only heading.

“I don’t know what to do with her,” he said, in the early afternoon, back in the Armorer’s forge.

This time with The Woman at his side, hand in his as always.

“I have work to do.”

“Take her with you,” the Armorer replied.

“I can’t do that.” His work was dangerous enough without spacey tag-alongs who did not listen to reason.

“She won’t be happy to stay here. And neither will you.”

Silence seemed the better reply than admitting how correct she was.

“Can you keep her here while I get supplies?”

“Yes.”

Din was never a meandering purchaser, but it was perhaps the shortest supply run he’d ever made. And that was with the addition of finding clothes and shoes he hoped would fit her.

Karga even made mention that he ‘seemed awfully anxious to get going’. But he coughed up four new pucks after a solid minute of silence.

The Woman was waiting at the western entrance of the covert when he returned and followed along happily back to The Razor Crest, now dressed in nondescript pants and tunic that suited the weather.

He set her down in the co-pilot’s seat and started the engines. Cleared for take off. Coordinates plotted. But first––

Turning back to face her, she looked his way, eyes still distant. “If you want to be taken somewhere, just tell me.”

As if that diffused the uneasy energy of leaving a planet with her.

Again.

She seemed entranced by the pulsing blur of hyperspace, eyes wide and unmoving from the windows.

Seeing as there was just one bed aboard, it made sense to sleep in shifts.

Though every time, he woke to her sitting at the cabinet opening, holding his hand.

He really couldn’t bring himself to mind.

He’d never had many passengers aboard his ship before, at least ones not stored in carbonite. But when he had, they felt like an intrusion. Something to be stepped around and removed at the soonest possibility.

It made very little sense why The Woman didn’t fall into the same category.

The first quarry was on Felucia. Seemed a group of bandits had been making life difficult for the local villages, difficult enough to pay Guild rates to have the base cleared out and the leader brought back in carbonite, ideally to be left in there.

The Woman was sleeping when they arrived. He hoped she’d remain that way in the time it took him to finish the job, which he didn’t think would be long. There were two dozen bandits at most, ill equipped and even less trained.

He slung his rifle over his shoulder and paused to rest a hand on her shoulder.

Stay.

“I’ll be back,” he said in a low tone, before forcibly ignoring the bond and heading out.

Return.

Unfortunately, in his admittedly distracted scouting of the base, he missed the patrols they were doing of the surrounding forest.

Which is how his nest was stumbled on by some truly lucky trandoshans, who just happened to have back up already on the way, and Din was disarmed, cuffed, and taken into the yard behind the walls of the base.

Not ideal, but he’d been in worse setups.

Though the odds tilted out of his favor when the head of this bandit ring was revealed to be an ex-storm trooper sergeant. That had not been in the briefing.

No wonder there were forest patrols… and imperial grade handcuffs.

At least they let him keep his helmet for the time being.

However, they were unfortunately interested in how he’d gotten to them. A search party was immediately dispatched to find his ship.

They hadn’t been gone more than five minutes when suddenly,

Danger.

Oh no.

The Sergeant’s comm link activated. “Ship not yet located, but we did find something else, boss.”

“What?”

“Kursan is bringing her to the base.”

No. No. No.

“Well, well, well. This yours, Mando?” the Sergeant laughed as The Woman was brought into the yard at blaster point. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

The Woman did not answer. She tried to step away from Kursan, but his grip on her arm stopped her, blaster pressing to her back.

“Let her go,” Din said. “She’s not part of this.”

“Oh, so, she’s up for grabs then?”

The Sergeant chuckled when Din did not reply. “‘Cause, ah… I know she’s not a local. And it’s not everyday beautiful women come wandering through the forests of Felucia.”

Danger!

He grinned. “This just got interesting. I know you Mandalorian types. Torture doesn’t bother you. Rip your lungs out and you still wouldn’t talk.” The Sergeant swaggered over to one of the weapons racks, picking up a bo staff. “You’re big on honor, loyalty. But more importantly, Protection.”

The Sergeant turned back to face The Woman, regarding her closely. “I wonder how pretty her face will be after I’m through,” he said quietly, steadily.

Rage breaking through control, Din pulled at his cuffs but they held strong.

“Leave her alone!” Din snapped.

Danger. Danger. Danger.

“Tell me where your ship is.”

Din gaze swept through the area, hopping from his restraints to his captors, seeking alternate routes. Desperate ploys. Anything.

The Sergeant did not wait, bo staff meeting The Woman’s ribs with a crack. She cried out and dropped to her knees, arms wrapped around her middle.

“Tell me where the ship is.”

With a swift inhale, the Sergeant lifted the bo staff for another swing–

“It’s on the ridge. A klick and a half due south.”

The Sergeant grinned again. “There. Now was that so difficult?”

He swung the bo staff down towards her–

“NO,” Din yelled–

The Woman’s hand caught the staff, mid-swing.

Her head snapped up. Snarl on her mouth.

She snagged the staff sideways, through the Sergeant’s grip, and gouged it into Kursan’s stomach.

His blaster fell to the ground. She grabbed it.

One shot, Kursan was down.

Second shot, hit the middle of the Sergeant’s cuirass, making him stumble back, and she got hold of the bo staff.

One quick swing knocked him to the ground.

Din used the cover of surprise to knock his blaster out of the hands of his guard.

Grabbing it, one shot to kill that guard and a second to kill the other.

The rest of the battlements finally caught on and opened fire into the yard.

The Woman ran for cover behind a parked imperial shuttle as Din tried to draw as much attention as possible away from her. Still cuffed, but at least he had the beskar.

A post under the battlements was as best cover as he could find. But it gave him a clear view of the opposite wall. Another shot, another guard fell.

A body dropped right in front of him, shot down by The Woman on the other side of the yard.

Who was she–no. Curiosity could be dealt with later, right now he was just kriffing grateful.

In tandem, they methodically took out the guards on the wall.

But Din lost sight of the Sergeant in the chaos.

He found him again when the Sergeant and The Woman came around the shuttle, bo staff and axe swinging furiously.

Din rolled out of cover, getting the last few guards she left behind above him.

The Sergeant blocked her high swing, but wasn’t ready as she brought the bottom up between his legs.

Then around to sweep his feet out from under him again.

Din turned and fired, hitting the gap between his cuirass and pauldron. The Sergeant collapsed.

The Woman turned on Din, gun back out and pointed his way.

One last guard, buried in cover, popped out and got off a single shot that pinged off Din’s armor.

Without looking away from Din, The Woman fired and the guard fell.

Oh.

Silence filled the yard as she turned her gun back on Din.

Her eyes were clear now, scorching in their fury. He was far more likely to die by her hand than any of the bandits.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and Din had never seen anyone more miraculous.

He dared a step closer, still cuffed, blaster in one hand but lowered.

Her grip tightened on her gun.

Probably best to stop moving so the conversation didn’t begin in gunfire.

Her grip flexed again, and her brows flickered together.

Help.

“It’s alright,” he said in a calm, low tone.

She didn’t care much for that, fury flaring brighter.

Frustration became palpable as her mouth opened but no words came out.

She was straining for something, tension pulling her muscles taught. The hand on her bo staff shook once, till finally–

“VAII,” she demanded, the single word wrenched from her mouth with a great deal of effort.

It’d been so long since he’d heard mando’a outside of the covert, it took a moment for the word to register.

“Vaii me’bana?” he asked when she didn’t clarify. Where-what?

“Vaii!?” she repeated, after a shorter struggle.

“Felucia.” He hoped that was what she was asking.

Frustration and fury simmered down into confusion. Mouth opening again but no words coming out for a moment.

“Tion?” How?

Somewhere inside the compound, an alarm sounded.

Next: Chapter Three: The Promise

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A Chance Meeting

Fandom: Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons)   Rating: Mature   Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationships/Characters: Otto Scaarbach & Original Character(s),  Otto Scaarbach/Original Character(s)   Theme: Espionage, McGuffin Hunt, Spicy DVD Extras

After centuries of effort, Scaarbach has finally ascended up the ranks to be worthy of the polymorph ability... but he won't be allowed to keep the honour if he can't locate another piece of the Killahead Bridge after he so foolish lost the first.

So now he looks for clues hours away from the Temple of Lost Whispers, the Janus Order base hidden in Shiraz, investigating rumours that may not turn out to be true at all.

To say the negotiations went badly would be a gross misrepresentation of the facts. His target had insisted they meet in an essentially deserted village a full two days travel from the Temple of Lost Whispers, the Janus Order base hidden in Shiraz. And so the unfortunate changeling had arrived woefully late. At the last minute, the interpreter he had hired refused to deal with the likes of his quarry, and Scaarbach had been left stammering and flicking through the beginner’s Farsi phrasebook like a pathetic tourist.

The target was, in no uncertain terms, an unsavoury man. He had swaggered like the richest of kings, his gun on display for anyone and everyone to see. Scaarbach had not been impressed.

He had been flanked by two intimidating grunts, wearing what was probably supposed to evoke military uniform, neither formally western or Persian in design, but in Scaarbach’s mind made them seem like farmer’s dressed up for a wedding. He had smuggled his own pistol but the grunts had frisked him almost immediately and confiscated the bullets. Of course, he had piano wire hidden in his coat lining but there was no way even he could take all three of them on with guns involved.

In the end, it became apparent the only way Scaarbach was going to be able to complete the mission was to appropriate the goods and ascertain their authenticity in a safer location. He had no other choice than to grab the case and run. So grab and run he did.

Ties in with Whispers Within, Under the Sun, and the rest of The Heart of Janus au.

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