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❝ HEY ! WATCH IT ! ❞ HER VOICE CUT THROUGH THE AIR LIKE A KNIFE . the sound of her boots could be heard as she approached the men trading off the goods she'd stolen with her crew . she'd seen one of the masked men fumble with the crate . ❝ you drop that box and i'll skin yer fuckin' hide , you hear me ? ❞ she'd yanked him by the collar of his shirt , pulling him so crimson hues could glare into those dark holes of the stupid bird mask before pushing him away .

[usermischief]

♚ Pairing: Sterek ♚ Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Nolan Holloway ♚ Tags: established relationship, 6b AU ♚ Words: 1014 ♚ Prompt: “If someone gets nosy, just, you know, shoot them." - "Shoot them?" - "Politely.” ♚ Mini Fic Roulette: 36/∞ 

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Nolan looks more than terrified, and judging by his track record, this is bound to blow up in his face. But they’ve made it this far, so Stiles hands him the crossbow again. Nolan knows exactly what’s going to happen in case he stabs him in the back now, so Stiles isn’t particularly worried about him. It’s the rest of his plan that might’ve been a bad decision. That, however, is a problem for future Stiles. Present Stiles finds himself with only a door separating him and Derek. One. If Nolan fucks this up, there will be hell to pay. “If someone gets nosy, just…” Stiles trails off for a moment, not sure what to say because Nolan won’t be able to talk himself out of anything — not when he perpetually looks like a deer in headlights. “You know… shoot them.” Stiles gives the crossbow a little pat.

Widening his eyes, Nolan stares back at him. “Shoot them?”

“Politely.” Giving him the thumbs up, Stiles pushes the door open and slips into the vast darkness behind it. They’re a bit on a time crunch, so there isn’t a time for a pep talk. Luckily, Stiles isn’t stopped by any locked doors. The hunters don’t think it’s necessary since they secured everything with mountain ash. They’re idiots, all of them, and it reeks of desperation on Gerard’s part to find recruits via fear mongering. If only they knew werewolves aren’t what they should be most afraid of. Then again, Stiles probably should be thankful. After all, this gave him a very easy in — after his dad finally informed him that shit hit the fan in Beacon Hills. The staggering number of hunters made it hard for the supernatural community, Stiles, however, had a very easy time to get in without rousing any suspicious.

As the door clicks shut behind him, Stiles can hear a faint growl in the seemingly endless darkness of the warehouse. “Keep growling at me, and I’ll leave your sorry ass here.” Stiles flicks the lights, raising his brows as he finds not only Derek but also Peter chained to an electric fence. “I cannot believe this,” he mutters more to himself than anyone in particular. How the hell did they manage to capture both Hales?

Stiles jogs towards them, still shaking his head in disbelief. There’s no doubt that Peter somehow dragged his nephew into some shenanigans that caused them to end up here. Judging by Derek’s glower, he’s even less thrilled about Stiles joining the fun. “You’re welcome,” he mutters, turning the electricity off.

“How did you get in here?” Derek asks as he’s breaking the chains holding him in place. When he takes a step, he looks a little unsteady on his feet.

“Gerard is overestimating the intelligence of his hunters.” Stiles shrugs, barely resisting the urge to rush forward and make sure Derek is okay. He’s not the biggest fan of being coddled in front of people, especially not Peter, and Stiles tries to respect that.

Peter looks quite put out by the fact that he’s not only been captured by a ragtag group of hunters, but also that he needed to be saved. “Don’t sell yourself short,” he says with his usual rather unpleasant and knowing smile. It’s like the guy has a sixth scene for Stiles doing something shady.

“Can you go grab Nolan, please?” Raising his brows at Peter, Stiles points over his shoulder. “Careful, though, he’s a bit nervous… and armed with a crossbow. Try not to startle him.” Although he’s pretty sure at this point, everything could startle the poor guy. He’s got no clue how he made it this far without a nervous breakdown.

Peter draws his brows together. “Aren’t we leaving?”

“Not through that door.” Stiles gestures for him to leave before finally crossing the distance between him and Derek, cupping his pale cheeks softly. “Are you okay?”

“Why yes, I am,” Peter calls over his shoulder, “thanks for asking.”

Ignoring not only his uncle’s comment but also Stiles’ question, Derek tilts his head just enough to press a kiss to the ball of his left hand. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Of course.

Stiles rolls his eyes and flicks Derek’s forehead. “I should’ve been here weeks ago.”

“It’s not safe—"

“Nowhere is safe,” Stiles interrupts him curtly. This isn’t a new argument, and it’s probably not the last time they’re having it. His dear boyfriend loves to bring it up. “Not for you, not for me… and this place is going to be especially unsafe in a few minutes.” He runs his finger along Derek’s left eyebrow, drawing his own together.

Sad brow moves into a deep frown. “What did you do?”

“I do not want to interrupt this heartfelt reunion,” Peter says, dragging Nolan after him by the fabric of his jacket, “but there’s a fire outside, and it’s closing in.”

Derek stares at Stiles.

“What?” Stiles shrugs, gesturing around. “Gerard wants his people to be afraid, so, I gave them something to be scared of.” After everything they have done, some of these hunters certainly deserve worse, however, Stiles is not quite the monster the nogitsune was trying to turn him into. But Derek keeps staring at him, and Stiles hates that it doesn’t take anything more for his guilty conscience to appear. As much as he loves Derek, Stiles really did not need yet another Jiminy Cricket in his life. “They’re going to be fine. I started the fire in an abandoned area. No one’s going to get hurt, Care Bear, who do you think I am?” It’s a loaded question, they both know that — and for the first time since they started dating, Stiles is scared of an answer.

Derek doesn’t reply, merely lets out a long breath and nods. His hand finds Stiles’ easily. He intertwines their fingers, squeezing tightly — believing him.

The guilt settles in Stiles’ stomach, making him nauseous. “Let’s go,” he says, glancing over his shoulder and catching Nolan’s eye. Hopefully the kid knows how to take a secret to the grave.

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[findroleplay]

Hey there! I'm Spade, I'm 18 and go by any pronouns.

Here's some info:

I don't mind any pairing type whether it be m/f, m/m, nb/nb, etc.

1x1 rp

I do doubles

As for the plot, we could do it based on the canon lore or we can do more heavily oc based or just have a good mix of both canon and oc.

What I want to rp:

Stranger Things

Who do I want you to play for me?:

-Mike Wheeler

Or

-Eddie Munson

Or

-Henry Creel/001

If not them then I'm sure we can find another character

Who I can play for you?:

-Dm me with you'd want me to play and I'll see what I can do

As for my writing style. I vary from partner to partner. I try to mirror my partner most of the time if they require a certain style but if they don't I try to be semi-lit usually. Doesn't mean I can't go up to lit if I truly wanted to.

If you have any questions you would need answering before even considering rping with me then please ask me on discord. Any questions at all please just dm me.

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Then after discussing we can switch over to discord.

I prefer being dmed but if you prefer you can just like or you can comment what your interested in rping and I'll get back to you when I can.

That is all folks!

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[insolitus-academy]

♚ //  Face Claim Full name Face Claim: Wang Ka-yee / Jackson Wang Group/Band/Occupation: Hong Kong rapper / member GOT7 Nationality: Chinese Faceclaim age: 29 ♚ // Character ;  Basic information

Quote: “I didn’t mean to die.”

Full name characterGuō ‘Steve’ Lixin Nickname: Steve Realm of birth: Earth, Hong Kong Age: 30-something (he keeps it vague) Date of Birth: March 28 Gender: nonbinary, masculine leaning due to his human life. Preferred Pronouns: he/him Race: Angel Sexual Orientation: pansexual What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it: Experienced

♚ // Character ; Appearance

Skin Color: tanned Eye color: fluctuates between dark and white Scars: a dark scar on his chest where he was shot. Piercings: none Tattoos: many Hair color: Naturally black, he dyes it often. Abnormalities: Visible halo, changed shape and he can hide it but usually wears it as either a ring, a traditional halo or a choker. Horns/ wings/ etc.: large white wings that reflect silver when the sun hits them just right Transformed form: N/A

♚ // Character ; Personality

Six personality traits:

Blunt, arrogant, courageous, righteous, compassionate and stubborn

Likes: Loud music from a car-radio, guns and weapons, helping people no matter what it takes, drugs and cigarettes, the first cup of coffee of the day and people who laugh loudly and a lot. Dislikes: The agony of humanity, dying, the suffering of other people who try to do good and are still punished, mice and scented candles.

Manias: none Phobias: he really hates mice and rats Animal: a city pigeon Religion: he never was, but now he kinda has to believe in the big G Favorite song: Fake your Death - MCR Vice: Wrath Virtue: Kindness

Personality description: Hardworking only when it matters. Steve is a person who is in the core good; otherwise he would not have become an angel. Though it is important to note he always walks the rope in the inbetween. Making up for indecencies by doing holy jobs and helping others. His heart is golden but he can come across blunt and with a rough edge.

He is not booksmart- but he knows the streets and how life works for people. Hating the unfair divide between the privileged and the non-privileged he can come across aggressive at times with his large physique and angelic aura. Underneath the scoffs and cursing there is a man who has been hurt through life and death; who is still sure they never deserved to be reborn.

♚ // Character ; Powers Magical Powers:

Major power: Regeneration Where the angel is already an immortal creature the following power of regeneration is one where the body is in top physical form. The soul of the angel does not need a host- and their body is a physical manifestation of the soul which can endure a huge amount of damage and still function as it heals quickly.

This includes being restored from their body being turned into ash or vapour for example. This also means an immunity to death; where they are unable to die in the traditional sense of the word- and included is suicide immunity where the user is unable to kill themselves.

Addendum 1: The only way to destroy the angel is through soul-destruction either through incredible holy or demonic powers.

Addendum 2: The mind and/or soul are not regenerated. Meaning that mental illness is still a concern for the user.

Addendum 3: Pain is still felt throughout this process.

Secondary power: Danger divination Can sense acute or nearing danger for himself and/or those he cares for or swore to protect. The stronger they feel for someone the further the range is- Is a lot worse at sensing danger to himself.

- Hearing prayers directed at him - Angelic energy/aura

Non-magical Powers:

- Flight; - Street fighting techniques; - Shooting (guns and rifles); - fighting with small knives; - Good at card games

Weaknesses:

Demonic presence While not as opposed to it as he should be- Steve gets icky when too close to demons too long. Nothing too serious but he feels uneasy among them, not that that stopped him any time.

Demonic powers When attacked by demons Steve loses his temper quickly and he is weaker to demonic powers as demons are weaker to his angelic powers as well. Blessed and Cursed to help Steve will have an almost unbreakable urge to help people in dire need. Putting himself in danger often and against his will as he sees people in distress he has to help them. The worse the distress, the more he feels the need to protect them.

Haunted by the past After being shot the angel can’t put the past behind him and often wakes up from nightmares where he is being shot and dies. Dying wasn’t fun and the weakness and vulnerability he felt that day is forever engraved in his mind.

- Low tolerance for substances (drugs including alcohol)

♚ // Character ; The Villager

Job/Occupation: Private investigator (has a small office in Fogatas) Lives in: Fogatas Lives in: Vivir 013

♚ // Character ; The Past

Date of Birth: March 28 Date of Death: Somewhere in 2023 Crime Record: In life he was jailed a few times for doing PI things that weren’t within the lame boundaries of the law.

Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past? No Background:

Dying really fucking sucks.

That much was clear to Steve as he laid on the ground and stared at the open sky. Rain was falling on his face as he saw a reaper come to him and asked him to join him- fucking bullshit if you asked Steve.

Guō ‘Steve’ Lixin was a 30-something demon hunter and private investigator. Smoked, drank even did some drugs here and there but had a heart of Gold. He never planned on becoming a private investigator or a demon hunter, but one day he was low on money and saw an internet ad for some mystery job. It said it was dangerous but it paid well.

Turns out it was being the assistant for a PI & DH. His old boss was good to him. When she died on the job Steve inherited everything, including a good amount of enemies and unsolved cases. The world of the supernatural is wild to him, but he was ready to take on any job if people paid him well- and now he died.

On the job of course, some criminal group killed him- shot him right in the chest and his puny human body gave up. Betrayed by his own humanity, what a joke. Steve did not want to die- who does, really? So when the reaper came he just cursed at them some and he assumed he would go down- but instead, he went up. To Heaven.

Turns out drinking, fucking and killing bad people was not a big deal when your soul was in the right hands, or that was what Steve assumed. Maybe there was a clerical error, some misunderstanding between the big G and the people who made reincarnations happen. All Steve knows is that Steve is back and he has wings now, and neat powers and a lot of unanswered questions.

Dying might suck, but coming back to life? Man, that is fucking awesome.

[fractempyreal]

@uzumcki​​ echoed:  Shows up with his Dragon Curse that Toji totally didn't kill. "So, I heard you like dragons."

𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄  𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 ,   𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒  𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎  𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓  𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐋 .        There’s no attempt to reach for his weapon ,   but the threat is very much there should there be anything UNFAVORABLE to take place .   Unsurprisingly enough ,   his attention flickers towards the dragon-like beast that coils about the man .   Scowl remaining though a hint of what seems to be vague interest glints within otherwise colorless gaze .

                         ❛    . . .   Do you believe everything you hear ?    ❜        𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 ,  𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬  𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲        with brows furrowing further upon his forehead  (  what was he hoping to get from him ?   Childish interest  &  eager questions about the cursed creature ?   Foolish  ) .                          ❛    You best not assume that procuring that shade of a DRAGON would so easily grant you favor with me .    ❜

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// UHHHIOIWEUHOIER;;;  I redesigned the same character like 8 times what’s up

BIO under cut??

♛〚Basic Information〛♛

♚Name♚

Cinder

♚Meaning♚

By all means, Cinder was named after the character he was originally based off of; But over time became his own separate thing; He doesn't have anything to do with fire; he's just .. Cinder- 

Or like Cinderella- haha.

♚Alias♚

Cin

Ash Blue

462 (Please do not call him this)

♚Age♚

10-19+ depending on timeline

♚Species♚

Reploid

♚Gender♚

Male

♚Sexual Orientation♚

Grey-aro/ace (men)

♚Birthdate♚

12/31

♚Place of Birth♚

Currently unknown

♚Residence♚

♔Would likely be the Maverick Hunter base (14-16/19)

♔ Crimson Palace (10-13)

♔ Some estranged lab in the middle of a city

♚Occupation♚

♔ Researcher/Scientist

♚Alignment♚

Good/With the Hunters

♚Recognition/Fame♚

Unknown

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♛〚Physical Description〛♛

♚Height♚

Ranges from 4’7” [4'9" when in regular human shoes] (Age 10) to 5'1" (Out of armor)

♚Weight♚

Barely passing 100 pounds

♚Build♚

Small frame in to many ways

♚Hair Color♚

Blue ash hair with Ash blue or Red highlights

♚Hairstyle♚

Messy left sweep that ranges from being messy and down, messy and short spiked, or Ponytail

♚Skin Color♚

Very fair skin

♚Eye Color♚

Blue with Grey/Green highlights

♚Eye Type♚

I don't know man? Eyes??

♚Attire♚

Armor or Sweaters/Hoodies with shorts

♚Tattoos♚

N/A

♚Piercings♚

N/A

♚Scars♚

Face, Limbs, and torso faced injuries, Though his face is more noticeable

♚Markings♚

N/A

♚Other Notable Features♚

Light pink Gem on his armor

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♛〚Personal Information〛♛

♚Personality♚

He is a general timid young man with sudden spurts of handling social events depending on how into the topic he is.  Somehow knows more than what's expected or has an uneasy sense of dread lingering depending on how soon a negative event is about to occur

Sweet but often blames himself for when things go wrong no matter if he's at fault or not- IE over apologetic.

Freaks out when touched for too long or when too little/many sounds are happening at once; Though may not look like he's in distress

Likes it when people are slow and calm with him.

Despite everything said; he has terrible vocal control when scared and will upset the person he might accidentally be up against.

♚Hobbies♚

Drawing out blueprints (Or, honestly drawing in general.  Mostly weapons though.)

Crafting miniature or functional versions of what's in the blueprints

Going to parks for several hours on end

♚Skills♚

He is really good at finding out information on someone if they spark his interest; Like terrifyingly good at it

Due to his job he is rather good at art related tasks

Apparently being the local alarm clock

♚Likes♚

Cold, semi quiet rooms (+ 1000 if there is an audible fan in the background)

Being able to info drop his ideas or interest to someone 

To everyone's surprise, Hot glue guns

Fatherly figures?

♚Dislikes♚

Noisy/Hot rooms filled with people

Being watched over while he's working

Also to everyone's surprise, Hot glue guns

Motherly figures.

♚Goals♚

Honestly still N/A.

♚Motivations♚

N/A for maybe ever.

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♛〚Relationships〛♛

♚Family♚

He considers Red and Axl family and ignores whoever made him\Amira corp.

♚Close Friends♚

N/A for now; but I'm open for ideas

♚Allies♚

N/A for now

♚Romantic Interest♚

N/A

♚Romantic Status♚

Not a thing yet

♚Enemies♚

Honestly count Mavericks and his creator

♚Rival♚

N/A for now

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♛〚Backstory〛♛

Cinder was crafted to be the head researcher for Amira CORP; that (for reasons that tied to him being another character of mine) in some form abused or manipulated him for an extended period of time up until he decided to pull a fire alarm and sent himself (with no armor or idea of where to go next) out the window to freedom; From there are the story basically goes into Red finding the injured/barely any energy left child and just.. Took him home?  Pretty much just that.

During his stay there though; he was, what many would call, a “Problem child.”.  Often attempted running away or talked back to Amie- what essentially was his mother, up until it got him in trouble or in two major cases, seriously hurt.

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♛〚Battle Informations 〛♛

N/A for now

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♛〚Battle Stats〛♛

♚Attack♚

♔(5/10)

♚Defense♚

♔(4/10)

♚Speed♚

♔(9.5/10)

♚Stamina♚

♔(9.5/10)

♚Bravery♚

♔(2 to 10/10) at random

♚Recklessness♚

♔(10/10) How ironic

♚Devotion♚

♔(8/10)

♚Tactician♚

♔(4/10)

♚Problem Solving♚

♔(8/10)

♚Magic♚

♔(1/10)

♚Weapon Specialization♚

♔(2/10)

♚Hand Combat Specialization♚

♔(5/10)

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♛〚Miscellaneous Facts and Trivia〛♛

Can cry! And will!

Got part of his hair dyed red as a thank you and show of respect to Red

Calls Axl "Little brother" despite being younger and shorter than him

The jokes about him and Axl being “literally brothers” is for the sake of “haha but wouldn't that be funny?”

Dormant Copy\Chameleon chip; Cinder doesn’t know about it and likely never will know about it unless needed for a story;  Plus side! Can’t really go maverick.

Despite being a literal kid often a lot of other reploids treat him like an adult

He has the number pattern “462” on his upper right shoulder that he actively hides from others; and equally a three somewhere on him.

Calling him ‘462’ will automatically make him not trust you.

Can’t actually wield weapons in any threatening way [thanks entirely to Amira CORP being Amira CORP] without either fully powering down or temporarily having a limb shut down; fun!

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@austerulous​ asked :  It was a sight Odessa could get used to.  Ashe, laid out on the royal bed.  The queen circled the calamity like a red-eyed shark, marveling such nacreous colouring, how pristine she looked on that tangled sea of blankets, a poppy seed on the gargantuan sprawl of the mattress.  Wrists the colour of bone were bound, tied haphazardly with the tattered remnants of a t-shirt advertising Rush’s 1976 tour – to call it vintage would be an understatement.

Metal droned low and bassy out of the speakers, covering any sound of their frolics.  Privacy was impossible in the cloister of Junkertown, where the folk lived elbow to elbow, stacked atop one another.

A low, appreciative sigh rattled in Odessa’s throat, she moved to where Ashe’s head lay, her snow-white hair pooling silken around her.  Gently, the queen cupped her face, thumb edging past red lips to glide over the enamel ridges of her bottom teeth.  Pretty thing, wild thing.  Firecracker, sharpshooter.

Scar-stippled, sun-beaten, Odessa was naked save for the leather straps that clung to her hips, the phallic shape that hung heavy from her crotch.  For now, she paid no mind to their kit, instead leaning over to plant a kiss on Ashe’s sternum, to cup her breasts and bring them together, to run the wet blade of her tongue along the valley of her making.  Rough thumbs teased over pierced nipples as she straightened, drawing hungry palms away to pull Ashe closer to the bed’s border, guiding her head to hang over its edge.  Only then did she relinquish her lover to grasp the strap-on, guiding its blunt, silicone head to those crimson lips.

“Open. Show me how much ya can take.”

   CRIMSON TO CRIMSON ; EYES WERE LOCKED . the outlaw watched the queen circle her like some hungry dingo lookin’ at its next meal . wrists twisted against the binding that held them together --- some shirt from what she’d seen before her hands had been pulled above her head .painted nails dug into the fabrics beneath her , agitated by being restrained but not doin’ a damned thing about it . she liked it . liked how it excited her .

   finally the queen stopped at the edge of the bed where ashe’s head lay . calamity looked up through lashes at the once wastelander now ruler . again her hands twisted against the fabric but large rough hands ceased such things when they pressed to her face . thumb found her lips , the red rubbing off a bit on sun-kissed flesh before it found her teeth ; as white as pearls that some damsels clutch at the smallest bit of fowl language . eyes still locked on odessa’s the outlaw pressed her tongue to that thumb . she’d have sucked on it if it hadn’t been drawn back . 

   then came the attention to her chest . a low rasped moan left those red lips . oh the heat of that tongue . she wanted in so many places . on her . in her . to taste her . to taste it . the pale pinks of her breasts stiffened , perking just for the queen . they reacted so well ---- giving away her want . oh but those damned hands went away ---- left her needy . oh but the outlaw knew what was to come . knew when her head was being guided .

   arms above her head , dangling over the edge as her head now was , she tilted head back . she felt the silicone against her lips . heard that command . oh how she dared to boss the queen of crime around . no one was bold enough to do it but fuck how it made her wet . and like an obedient pet , she did as she was told .

   those red lips parted , tongue moving to allow it’s entry into her mouth . the lack of gag reflex would allow her to take it ( though she still needed to breathe ) . she knew her throat would be raw after this but she welcomed it . she wanted to be fucked until her body was sore and her voice was hoarse .

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                                  @austerulous​ : junker queen

            ❝    WHAT    YOU    MEAN    NO    OMNICS    ?!    ❞    oh    how    that    pissed    her    off    .    traveled    so    long    to    get    to    this    dump    of    a    town    just    to    be    told    she    couldn’t    enter    with    b.o.b.    by    her    side    .    oh    how    she    yanked    that    fella    by    his    nasty    ass    sorry    excuse    for    a    collar    to    get    right    in    his    face    .    red    hues    stabbed    daggers    into    his    home    ,    ❝    how    ‘bout    you    bring    me    whoever    runs    this    shit    show    so    i    can    have    a    talkin’    to    ‘em    before    i    start    shootin’    y’all    ?    ❞    promptly    thrown    back    before    he    scurried    on    .

            out    there    waiting    for    what    seemed    like    ages    ;    hot    sun    baring    down    on    her    fair    flesh    .    she    was    happy    for    the    hat    and    bandana    she    wore    .    kept    her    from    getting    burnt    up    .    it    was    dryer    than    hell    though    .    kinda    reminded    her    of    the    texas    dessert    heat    .    her    fingers    were    starting    to    inch    for    her    viper    though    .    she’d    been    waiting    long    enough    .

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                                                    @yunhuntress​

            ❝    DAMN    THAT    BLASTED    COWBOY    .    ❞    mutter    was    given    under    her    breath    ----    cursing    the    cigar    smokin’    man    who’d    tied    her    up    and    took    away    her    spoils    .    damned    goody    two-shoes    .    bob    had    his    circuits    fried    so    he    was    no    use    until    he    cooled    down    .    she    wriggled    against    the    rope    around    her    wrists    ,    bringing    them    to    teeth    to    try    and    loosen    them    .    ❝    i’m    gonna    take    his    fuckin’    arm    and    beat    him    with    it    !    ❞    she    yelled    into    ---    well    ---    nothing    .

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deadlockin ? outshots ? outclassd ?

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                                                     @forthepple​

            ❝    YOU    A    FREEDOM    FIGHTER    OR    SOMETHIN’    ?    ❞    whiskey    was    stirred    in    the    crystal    glass    .    didn’t    see    many    like    this    one    in    the    saloon    .    red    eyes    looked    the    other    up    and    down    .    yeah    ,    had    to    be    one    of    ‘em    .    ❝    sure    look    like    one    .    got    that    air    ‘bout    ya    .    ❞

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muse vs. mun

tagged by: the bootiful @austerulous

tagging: YES ( tg me if u do it )

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@freedomsbounty​ asked ( for sevika ) : 🌿- Ashe

            SHE’D    TRIED    TO    GET    THROUGH    THE    DOOR    ,    yet    the    larger    woman    had    it    blocked    ----    refusing    to    move    .    it    caused    the    outlaw    to    let    out    a    huff    and    narrow    lined    eyes    up    at    the    woman    before    crimson    spotted    why    she’d    been    “stuck”    in    the    threshold    .    that    blasted    seasonal    tradition    .    she    hated    this    time    of    year    with    all    the    holidays    (    just    as    much    as    she    hated    her    own    birthday    )    .    painted    lips    twitched    up    into    a    smirk    ,    matching    the    one    sevika    had    on    her    face    .    

            ❝    well    ,    well    ,    well    .    .    .    what    have    we    here    .    didn’t    take    you    for    the    type    to    stick    to    that    tradition    .    ❞    as    she    spoke    in    her    slow    twang    her    hand    slithered    up    over    the    woman’s    vest    to    curl    fingers    on    the    collar    .    she    kept    that    strong    ,    piercing    eye    contact    .    usually    ,    she    wouldn’t    partake    in    the    stupid    tradition    ---    especially    if    it    were    anyone    else    (    she    couldn’t    stand    men    nowadays    )    .    

            she    pulled    sevika    closer    as    she    allowed    her    body    to    lean    back    against    the    door    frame    so    that    the    larger    woman    could    loom    over    her    .    it    was    an    obvious    invite    and    quickly    did    lips    meet    .

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                                                   @outdraws​

            ❝    WELL    ,    WELL    ,    WELL    .    .    .    .    ❞    voice    was    slow    ,    her    face    tilted    down    .    the    brim    of    her    hat    hid    her    face    well    enough    .    she    could    hear    the    way    his    boots    fell    on    the    wooden    floor    boards    .    the    smell    of    the    cigar    .    she    knew    that    smell    all    too    well    .    ❝    thought    i    said    to    neva    show    your    mug    back    around    here    again    .    ❞    fingertips    ran    lightly    over    the    rim    of    the    crystal    glass    ,    her    whiskey    half    gone    but    the    bottle    sat    on    the    table    in    front    of    her    .    this    was    her    saloon    .    .    .    used    to    be    their    saloon    .    sitting    at    her    booth    ----    used    to    be    their    booth    .

                                                    she    could    never    let    go    of    the    past    .