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HIIII i remade sadie onto same url– hellbentwidow. pls follow if you wanna keep interacting with my girl. if not, no hard feelings at all. catch you on the flippity flip…. Or Not

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HIIII i remade sadie onto same url– hellbentwidow. pls follow if you wanna keep interacting with my girl. if not, no hard feelings at all. catch you on the flippity flip…. Or Not

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HIIII i remade sadie onto same url– hellbentwidow. pls follow if you wanna keep interacting with my girl. if not, no hard feelings at all. catch you on the flippity flip…. Or Not

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HIIII i remade sadie onto same url– hellbentwidow. pls follow if you wanna keep interacting with my girl. if not, no hard feelings at all. catch you on the flippity flip…. Or Not

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HIIII i remade sadie onto same url– hellbentwidow. pls follow if you wanna keep interacting with my girl. if not, no hard feelings at all. catch you on the flippity flip…. Or Not

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HIIII i remade sadie onto same url-- hellbentwidow. pls follow if you wanna keep interacting with my girl. if not, no hard feelings at all. catch you on the flippity flip.... Or Not

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I am probably going to be remaking this blog (again) and doing a soft restart on relationships built with sadie in the past. Lmk if you wanna keep what we’ve established before or if you wanna start on a clean slate. Thank u.

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HI PLS REPLY TO THIS OPEN I MADE IT DOESNT MATTER IF WE HAVE INTERACTED BEFORE OR NOT

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“Sorry, do I know ya? ‘Cause you sure as hell are lookin’ at me like you know me.”  Maybe she’d be able to answer her own question if she actually turned her head to look at her current company, but she’s far too invested in the sweet whiskey in her glass.  Not to mention she’s not really in the mood to socialize, but when she’s being stared at so aggressively-- of course she’s going to say something. 

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i’m thinkin abt sadie and i want to come back to sadie but i’m always so busy at work and only hang around discord. pls... come plot with me on there so i can have a reason to come back... i have big muse for this lil lady...  depressed#5439

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"stop frowning, I can't fill in your eyebrows."

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hey! reminder that i’m still pretty inactive on here because of work and Depression but if you wanna plot/chat, i’m mostly always on discord so we can talk sadie or reaper/gabriel since i made him over at @soldier24th but i’ve barely done anything with him because Busy.  please come talk to me on discord about roleplay stuff! lonely fuckin loser#5439

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"You lived up in the mountains? Lotta snow up there. Made me think of home."

“Yeah.  Lived up there my entire life.  First with my ma and sister,  then with Jake.  Ya get used t’the solitude and cold real quick.”  It’s true that sometimes it was boring,  especially when the snow hit so hard that nothing could be done besides stay inside and wait the storm out.  But with Jake,  they always found a way to entertain themselves.  It was humble living and she misses it,  misses her dear husband who deserved a much better death than he got.  She’s learned to move on now though,  even if the memory of him always stays with her,  just like their old engagement ring hanging from her necklace.  She’s glad Johann doesn’t mind.  She snubs her cigarette out on her boot and scoots closer to the other,  stops once their thighs are pressed against each other.  A kiss is placed to his temple,  fingers brushing his hair behind one of his ears.  “What was home like for ya?”

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i love ur threads with gus SO MUCH. they're so WHOLESOME and SOFT and GOOD. this lady deserves ALL the love n affection

@forgedwild UMMMM I FEEL THE SAME WAY.  gus is a good boy-- perhaps the best boy in all the west and sadie definitely deserves some love and affection after everything she’s been through.  gus/sadie is definitely one of my favorite ships and i miss them Always.  i’m glad you enjoy our content my dear friend <3

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There’s something so inherently tender about her gesture that causes the blush on August’s face to glow noticeably brighter — even before she can tease him about the coal dust and grime staining his skin. With a sheepish smile, he leans ever so slightly lower, providing her with an easier reach as he stares into her eyes. Utterly transfixed by the pools of dark hazel studying each speck of dirt on his skin. Only the warm rasp of her voice snaps him out of his trance and earns a light little chuckle. No, a giggle. A bit unorthodox for a man of his masculine stature? Perhaps. But there’s not a trace of shame held in the blacksmith’s expression. Only a genuine joy of just how comfortable he is around Sadie, how EASILY she can stir the hiccups of his laughter and the flutters of his heart.

    It never ceases to amaze him how pining for her can be both so excruciating and yet, so very FUN.

“ Well I’ll be sure t’look fresh as a daisy for ya come tomorrow, Miss Adler. That’s a promise. ” He’s admittedly only half-embarrassed by the greasy, metallic-dusted state of his skin. The other half, the larger half, is simply happy to have given her an excuse to grace him with her touch. And he lingers so very close to her, for a good long while, until it is Sadie who makes the first motion to step back. He’s absolutely awful at pulling himself away from even her slightest touch. He silently hopes that it’s not an intrusion in her eyes, but he simply can’t help it — that smile of hers? That laugh? Everything about her is so goddamn magnetic.

“ Oh I BETTER win, huh? ” His mock offense at the statement is betrayed by the guffaw that erupts from his belly. “ Is that a threat, Miss Adler? ‘Cause I’m countin’ on ya t’make good on it! ” Settling his weight on the bench behind him, August taps his scruffy chin in an expression of deep, contemplative, exaggerated thought. “ I’ll tell ya what: If I do lose, I’ll head out on the trail an’ help ya out with yer next bounty free of any charge. An’ if I win — which I most certainly will — ” The confidence of his words aside, the blacksmith’s brave and playful air does nothing to pale the rosy red blush that blooms on his cheeks any time he’s in her presence. But he has a feeling that this dead giveaway is only working in his favor. “ — then I’ll make yer stay worthwhile an’ we’ll celebrate t’gether. I’ll use my winning’s t’take ya out for a nice dinner in the town over. How’s that sound? ” 

A win-win situation in Wilder’s eyes, if she chooses to accept the bargain. Either way, it’s even more time spent with her. A prize worth more to him than all the silver coins and blue ribbons in the world. 

Even though she teased him about his dirty appearance,  he’s still much cleaner than the men she used to run with.  He’s got coal and grease on him but there’s no horse shit,  no sharp smell of a man who hasn’t taken a bath in weeks.  It’s pleasant,  and everything about him makes her feel safe.  Even if he could snap her neck with just one hand or pin her down without breaking a sweat.  She knows he won’t do it,  trusts him more than she’s trusted anyone since Arthur’s death.  It could end up stabbing her in the back--  but she hopes it won’t.  She deserves to be a bit optimistic after years on years of depression and anger.  Emotions she thought she’d never get rid of,  but then she met August.  He’s a ray of sunshine,  and far too good to her.  She’ll enjoy him while she still has him.

“Fresh as a daisy?  Lord almighty.  You gonna make yourself look and smell like one o’ those city boys?  Because I gotta be honest,  I ain’t too into them types.  You’re fine jus’ the way ya are.  I just like to tease.”  She clears her throat lightly and sets the soiled rag aside,  trying to force herself to stop staring at him so damn much.  She’s paler than he is so the redness on her cheeks is more than visible.  Thankfully for her,  she’s always got spottiness going on in her face so it’s easy to blame the weather or something not involving him.  Her attempts are futile though since he decides to bring up what he plans to do with the competition money if he wins it.  It sounds like a date to her.  Knowing him,  he’ll make it as fancy as possible and get dressed up all nice.  Having him tag along on a bounty sounds great too,  much more convenient than being taken out on a date...  but damnit,  she wants to sit with him and enjoy some food together and talk for hours.  It sounds like a fantastic time.  Now she really wants him to win.  She won’t show too much enthusiasm,  though.  

“Alright,  Wilder.  You’ve got yourself a deal.  So if you lose,  you gotta be my muscle on my next bounty hunt.  You win,  you get to take me on a date.  Can’t say I’ve got any complaints.”  There’s a pregnant pause as she contemplates and debates with herself if she should make the next move or not.  Fuck it,  she decides and steps forward again until the personal space is gone between them.  Then she steps onto his boots to place a chaste kiss on his cheek.  Maybe it lingers for a second longer than she anticipated it to.  “Then you better win,  big guy.” 

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For Yeehawgust day 15 - ‘Queen of the rodeo’

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Katheryn Winnick