#fleewest

[marstxn-blog]

starter for @fleewest

If cleanliness is next to godliness, John Marston was a million miles away from both of those things. His hygiene had been the punch line of too many jokes shared around the campfire, and with Dutch’s upcoming scheme (which of course required them to attend a local mayor’s party), everyone collectively decided to give John their two-cents as to how he could look less like a raccoon for the event.

Unfortunately for him the only person he really trusted on this matter hadn’t spared him any advice just yet, and as much as it hurt John’s pride to do so, he would have to approach Tilly for some help. “You wouldn’t happen to know any uh--” John pursed his lips, stopping his train of thought to scramble for some way to phrase this that wouldn’t make him sound like a dolt. “I gotta clean up for this party thing... How do you suggest I go about doin’ that?”

[anotherbadman]

@fleewest Continued from (x)

Arthur took the shove well, a step taken back though his eyes were no less dark, breath still stolen away. “Only counts as impatient when I want it,“ he muttered, voice rough from the kiss more than irritation. It wasn’t so much an accusation, that would imply displeasure with the fact, it was more a statement. They worked by her schedule, not his, and for the most part he was happy with that. Sometimes, however, he wanted a little more. Sometimes it was worth the consequences.

He caught her hand in its retreat, allowing the distance she established to remain, but wanting at least that. He turned it over, thumb tracing her palm. “’m tired of this place anyway.“ The party had grown old. As much as Tilly might like the sleek way his suit clung to his big frame it left him feeling unwieldy and clumsy, even if the glass or two of complementary wine had eased his discomfort some. 

“How long I gotta be patient for then?” He looked up from their joined hands to her, still playing within her rules, but at least if he had some end point to look to it would be a little more bearable.

[vanderlindc]

🌻 + lovedefeats + missoshea + hellbentwidow + charmedgun + fleewest

🌻  + URL   POSITIVITY MEME     //     ACCEPTING .    //   @lovedefeats !!! @missoshea !!! @hellbentwidow !!! @charmedgun !!! @fleewest !!!

Ayee girl power ok !!! in order to not make this the longest post in the world I’m gonna (*holds back tears*) try and refrain myself from writing too much dsjkh. I’ll also put it under read more because who am I kidding it’ll be long anyway.

🌻  +lovedefeats:Legit the second I saw your blog I fell in love fhdjk I just adore how you’ve taken Annabelle and made her such a real and thorough character ? She has so much depth and I admire you so much for what you’re doing with her. You must work with r* because I find it rlly hard to believe that your Anna isn’t canon hfdkj I just love her sm and I love our few threads tho I’m so slow at replying. Your blog is perfect and TJ,,, you’re one of the coolest people ever ??? you’re sweet and SO TALENTED and just completely hilarious fhdkjhf THANK U for being you and for making Anna so awesome 💖

🌻  +missoshea:O m g  how am I supposed to cut down what I want to say to you ?? Honestly I think I’ve told you this a billion times by now but I worship your blog so much. Your passion for Molly and the genius talent you have completely floors me ! You capture Molly so well, I really don’t know how you do it. I hear her voice in everything you write, you just capture her voice so well ?? Idfk you amaze me time after time. I love every single one of our threads hdkjs and I just adore our conversations ooc. I love how we spend 99% of the time gushing over our idiots !! Layla, I think you were one of the first people I spoke to on this blog and I just liked you instantly fhdkjsfh you’re fun and sweet and thanks for being so awesome 💖

🌻  +hellbentwidow:Okokok I’m crazy about you. First of all, your blog is a treasure and your headcanons are so fkn good ?? Especially the ones about Dutch & Sadie lmao !! Your portrayal of Sadie is absolutely spot on, I get amazed every single time I read your threads tbh fhdkj and I love our threads. In my opinion we have too few lmfao. I honestly never would’ve thought of our ship if it hadn’t been for you fhkjf I love our dumbasses and Marina, I LOVE our conversations so fukn much. You’re such an awesome person and I can’t wait to talk more and obvs. plot/write more. NEVER CHANGE and pls gimme more hc’s fhdkj 💖

🌻  +charmedgun:Though we haven’t interacted much, I am positive that I’m in love with your blog dhfkj I just love Karen and idk how but you capture her so well ?? She is legitimately spot on; the thoughts, emotions, voice, speech fhdkj everything is just so well written I’m amazed !! wow hfjdh and I just love the small interactions we’ve had so far — and ooc you just seem like such an angel ?? I really can’t wait to see your other threads + ours flourish bc I love Karen and I love your blog hdkjd 💖

🌻  +fleewest:Okay I truly, deeply adore your blog. We haven’t interacted much because I’m slow, but you were one of the first people I followed on this blog and you never fail inspiring me to write. You’re so talented and your Tilly is absolutely spot on while still being yours. Generally, Tilly is such an underappreciated character and I love the passion you have for you muse !! She deserves so much more praise, and I love her character so much and I love the way you portray her. Aahh fhdkjf I love your blog so much💖

[valianthunts]

‘‘I hope I ain’t disturbin’ you--- I’m sorry... I jus’ can’t sleep.’‘ @fleewest || SC.

[willbeshot]

@fleewest

                       Reaver could be quite the gentleman when he desired to be such. He had lived as essentially a crownless king for centuries, manipulating royals and members of high society wherever he went. Needless to say, despite the fact that he could be an absolute fool, he knew how to play others when he truly wished to. While surely this young woman was used to her fair share of conmen, men such as Trelawny had nothing on an immortal who had been at this game for hundreds of years.

                      Turning from his horse, the hero of skill would wave towards the other; as if flagging her down for help. He had a plan, and much like every other time he possessed such a thing, there was going to be nothing stopping him from seeing it through until he got what he wanted or became bored.

“Excuse me, miss? Might I have a word?”

[jigsawd-a]

@fleewest   ❤’d  /  ᴛɪʟʟʏ

seated at the table, brought in as an extra gun ; willingly so, he never minded helping out gangs when he could. lingering eyes wander around the camp, studying the faces of the members, watching as they gather around a pot of stew, the aroma in the air made his stomach grumble ; tempted to get himself a bowl.

his eyes stopped on the beautiful young woman across from him, eating her food. he didn’t want to intrude, he stood to leave, giving a respectful nod, keeping eye contact; he paused, his jaw dropping slightly, staring directly at her, he broke the silence awkwardly : ‘ you’ve got pretty eyes. ‘ he gave a flirtatious smile, taking his seat once again.

[deadfore-blog]

                            anger   bubbled   at   the   back   of   scarred    throat .   he   wanted   to   take   her   by   that   slender   neck   and   WRING .    but   he   doesn’t ,   he   won’t .   she’s   different ,   no   longer   the   girl   he   knew   ——      𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳   𝚃𝙾   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚁𝚈   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃     𝙷𝙰𝙳   𝚃𝙾𝙾   𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚈   𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂   𝙵𝙾𝚁   𝙷𝙸𝙼  ?     ——      he   grinds   his   teeth ,   fang   to   fang .   rolling   those   great   big   shoulders ;   from   here ,   he   can   see   each   freckle   along   her   nose .   he   remembers ,   32 .         ‘       can   hardly   talk   ‘cause   of   this   shit   you   did ,   girl .        ’

i.   /    (   STARTER CALL   /    @fleewest

[loielic]

“I’m not crying.” DID i send this cause WHEW

THREE WORDS MEME. ( ACCEPTING. )

          SHE’S LIKE A FIRE he’s drawn to, flickering and fluttering against the winds and storms that threatened to extinguish her. rare it was to see fear in her eyes, see her wandering around the shack so clueless as she searched for blankets just for him and muttered about it all just being a mess. he didn’t want her to find out about what happened in guarma, about the gunshot and torture because he knew this would be the one thing that set her off in a terrible way. ❝tilly,❞ javier calls in almost a whisper, gaze tracking her movements from the bed and then he hears the softest SOBBED inhale, followed by a sniffle. it’s a sound sharper than the knife which had graced his throat all those years ago, more painful than any torture or bullet to the leg. if he could endure all of it at once for the sake of seeing her happy and smiling, he would. calling her out only serves in DENIAL and javier rolls his eyes before pushing himself up off the bed, limping to where she stood.

       ❝shh, it’s okay, mi querida. i’m sorry about all of this..❞ his arms are hesitant and only a hand can find the small of her back in means of comfort before he gently turns her around to face him. while truth is his way, LYING in this moment will spare her heart of anymore grief and pain. surely things weren’t the same, not after losing hosea and lenny, along with morale and faith. deep down javier knows he’ll never see a life where they can both enjoy open prairies and savor freedom, music and peace. he doesn’t deserve but she does. and at the end of whatever road they reach ( EVEN IF THEIR ROADS DIVIDE ) javier will make sure she’s free and safe. ❝it’s just us, just ME. it’s okay for you to cry..i’m..i’m here for you.❞ callous thumbs brush away her tears with a foreign tenderness one never thought javier to have and when he wraps her in his arms, surely no one thought he was capable of offering security and comfort from a mere gesture. call it a hug for that moment, but for escuella, he’s MEMORIZING it– her. miss tilly jackson, his special spitfire. ❝even if we’re miles apart, years and years, never forget that i’m with you. in your heart, always.❞

[anotherbadman]

@fleewest Continued from (x)

Arthur’s pained hiss was subtle, but Tilly wouldn’t miss it. Sharp nails and a powerful grip near enough had skin breaking under her. Message received, he lifted his hand, waiting for her to release him even if he could yank out of her grip easily enough.

The sudden change of direction seemed to irritate the stranger, the beginnings of a very promising evening falling disappointingly short with her dismissal. Mumbled discontent signalled his leaving, standing to surely move on to more fruitful prospects, thankfully not taking so much offence at the rejection as to make a scene.

“Hope you wasn’t taking offence there, Miss Tilly,” Arthur muttered once their friend had left earshot. “Didn’t mean to step on any toes. Just didn’t like the looks of him is all.” As if his sense for people was as honed as hers, as if he had to learn to judge the safety of a man at first glance in order to survive in this game. 

“Can’t you just… Stay here and drink a while?” It seemed he’d been caught on a particularly contemplative night. Company was currently an attractive prospect right now.

[pratektar]

tongue pokes between   cherry stained   lips,   lapping at the   blood   as it seeps from the man’s   open wound,   glides   down his throat.   she can still feel him   twitching,   choking on his   words   &   his own   saliva.   oh,   how   pathetic   he’d sound,   begging for his life,   as if it   carried   any meaning before this very   encounter.   she pulls back,   if   only for a moment,   to meet the   other’s gaze.   

              ‘     I HATE THE CITY   —   everyone   taste like   shit.     ‘

     ———  ( ♡  ; accepting !  )  *  @fleewest.

[valianthunts]

‘‘Miss Jackson!’’ She’s heard that familiar call a hundred times now. Watched him ride up on that pinto mustang of his, a warm and friendly aura shining about him. Even for a man that was as trouble as he. The hunter was a love fool--- tickled by the mere sight of her alone. Argo was slowed and he dipped down in his saddle, smile adoring his features, ‘’Could I give a lovely lady like yerself a ride?’’

He ALWAYS offered, always asked as if it was their first time meeting. @fleewest || SC.

[faithgranted]

continued from ♘ || @fleewest

He was taken aback by her sudden sincerity at first; but soon softenedー fitting work worn and blistered hands over her daintier one, forming a warm and protective chrysalis. Tilly was no stranger to hard work, but delicate hands had become noticeably softer since he last saw her. Arthur was glad; for as incredibly capable as she was, the life of an outlaw was never meant for her. The city suited her, so tremendously smart she was, sharply dressed and in charge of her own life. All of Saint Denis would eat from her palm before long, Arthur was sure of it.

“Ain’t nothin’, Tilly. Y’know that.” He chuckled, patting the back of her hand, “Call n’ I’ll come runnin’.”

Not that she ever would callー bullheaded like that, but damned if he didn’t constantly remind her the option was there. 

The clatter of dishes and the bustle of their neighboring diners packing in and flattening their dress clothes momentarily interrupted him; a reminder that the sun had long set and not many remained in this fine establishment; and Arthur could never help but feel a little silly all dressed up and sitting pretty like he was. His cheeks pinked, a combination of bashfulness and champagne.

“ ‘Sides, s’been far too long.” Truly, it was her that did him a favor accepting his invitation, “ ...I missed you, girl.”

[willbeshot]

that a mole or a tattoo ?

“The beauty mark, my dear, is very much real. The heart, however, is merely makeup. It makes me appear even more charming, I’d say.”

[sevnthson]

         `     the   thread   is   baring  ,      `      he   mumbles   absently   to   himself  ,      cloth   of   the   alter   caught   between   thumb   and   forefinger .      IT   WOULD   HAVE   TO   BE   REPLACED  ,      SOONER   OR   LATER .      there   lacked   modesty   in   the   decorative   hand   woven   throw  ;     the   church   itself   was   anything   but   modest .      he   preferred   it   that   way .     it   demanded   respect .

                      `       do   you   sew  ?      `        @fleewest

[jigsawd-a]

‘  nothing  can  keep  us  apart,  you’d  be  the  one  i  was  meant  to  find.  ‘    

lyric starter. ♡ // @fleewest

[enturmoiled-blog]

@fleewest​ |  ♥.

   ❛ — boy, miss grimshaw don’t never let up none, does she? ❜ ( the whisper verges on conspiratorial, the half-lean bearing it forward a dozen degrees short of conspicuous, too ordinary for alarm. he follows their camp-maker’s retreating back from the corner of his eye, but for the most part, his attention falls on tilly, a crude mix of sympathy and poorly concealed amusement skirting his trail-smudged features. ) ❛ heard her caterwaulin’ at you ‘fore old boy and i were even twenty feet from camp. ❜