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[shinigamiskulls]

WIP for the previous idea i had posted about 2(ish) days ago about reader getting stuck in the past and just uses songs from the future as a means of making money. kind of like a prolouge for a longer fic if i ever decide to make one (LOL as if i have the time).

in my mind its an auther morgan x isekai!reader because that man has consumed too much of my thoughts.

tw// none really, maybe some angst but its nothing crazy. not proof read so if something if off just know it's probably cause im hungry and tired.

the way you played the guitar was masterful.

no, that's not the right word to describe it. arthur wasn't good with words unless it came to his journal, but that was because it was for no one else but him.

but you and your guitar seemed to have a connection that transceds what his vocabulary allows. it was like watching a blacksmith in their workshop, hard at work creating their next passion project. or a skilled huntsman taking a clear shot at prey where you could feel the skill radiate off of them.

often you practiced at camp, figuring out tunes and rhythms and other music garble you once told him about when he asked about your process. he should have figured that someone as dedicated to their craft as you are would go on and on about their thought process behind each song. but he didn't really mind. even if he couldn’t understand all the technical aspects of music, you explained it in such a way that made even a knucklehead like him understand.

your lyrics, man, he didn't know how you came up with them. it seems like you had story books locked away in that mind of yours; a whole encyclopedia waiting to be transcribed by your guitar to get stuck into the minds of others. he remembers you said something along the lines of wanting people to be hooked on your songs, that it was better when you went into towns to play for money. the better picture you could paint and melody you pair it with, the more money you made for camp.

and for the most part, it worked wonderfully. you'd stop along one of the streets, lay your hat beside you for tips, and play all day. if you were lucky, a local bar owner would be willing to pay you for a night of your music. rowdy nights in a bar with drunken patrons were usually a mixed bag; some would be dancing and feeling the vibes just as you intended and some would end in bar fights. though, you don't think you were the cause of those.

everyone praised your genius. customers, owners, people on the street, other people from camp. there was no doubt that you were something great.

and it tore you up inside at every possible moment.

these songs weren't yours. they never were. but nobody would know. they couldn't.

when you woke up in that field, alone, confused, and with your guitar, you had to make a decision. were you going to allow yourself to fall into those self-deprecating thoughts again, or were you going to make something of yourself?

you didnt do anything with your life before. it seemed as though your dream was incompatible with the world you lived in. but now you're here. in a far off fantasy that only existed on a screen. so far in the past, so far removed from where you existed, it was as if the universe was giving you a shot at being something great. and maybe along the way you could make something great with the group of people you found yourself calling a family.

but nothing good ever lasts, does it?

again a wip and i literary have no time for something like this so if you want to write something like this or just use this concept go ahead i don't mind

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wip idea for a fanfic where the reader accidentally time travels to sometime before the start of rdr2 and in order to get by and make money they just sing and perform songs from "the future"

people are amazed by their ways with words and the ability to carry a crowd when in their mind their like holy shit im actually getting away with this and im making bank

and maybe they meet the gang at some point during their travels cause the reader performs at saloons and bars and they decide to join them (and to possibly stop some characters from dying)

Like the start is fun and light heart like haha im playing a frank sinatra song on the acoustic guitar for a bunch of outlaws who think im a lyrical god and then a slow but noticeable tone shift to when the game gets more heavy like oh shit toto i don't think we're in kansas anymore

i have a whole idea for it in my head but school is killing me so if anyone wants to jack this idea go ahead.

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what did i dream about??

I've told my friends and family this dream I had but I legitimately cannot go a week without thinking about it. and what better way to get it off my chest than to yell it into the void that is tumblr.

it started out with me being in a relatively small electronic store in Japan. I don't know why I was in Japan, or how I knew. i just kinda did. yknow those dreams where you just know where you are? it was like that. anyway, it was one of those stores that has a lot of old electronics that aren't being made anymore. like wall to wall with electronics and bins full of old flip phones and just parts. it was relatively crowded, and for some reason I thought that since I was a tourist, they would think I would steal something. for that reason, I had my arms tucked close to my chest as if I was squaring up with someone. i wanted to let them know they didn't need to worry about me stealing (???)

Then the whole dream shifted like how dreams usually go. I probably stopped dreaming and then started up again.

In this second part, i was still in Japan. now I was in a suburb for some reason, and there was this one office-ish looking building in the middle of where I was standing. At this point, a friend of mind has become part of the dream, and we're kinda just standing on this area of really bright green grass along side this group of children (6-8 years old) that look to be part of a class.

the children are cheering, and im there wondering for what? I see then start calling to someone, and I look back towards the office-looking building and THE GODDAMN LIVE ACTION CAT IN THE HAT COMES OUT FOR A MEET AND GREET. but it wasn't THEE cat in the hat from the live-action, no no no. it was some poor employee of whatever office building he was coming from in full prosthetic makeup

and it does not end there, for if it did it would not have scared me like it has

the cat in the hat locks eyes with me, and before I can get a thought or word out, he walks over to me and my friend (remember she's still here) and asks us

"have you guys voted yet?"

WHAT??? im freaked out. my friend is freaked out. we walk away. but that slimy motherfucker FLOATS OVER TO US TO ASK AGAIN

"HAVE YOU GUYS VOTED YET?"

and then i woke up on the day of the 2024 presidential elections.

before you ask, no i did not vote. legally i could not. but now I feel like i should have.