#how surprising

[springbon-t-art]

Something tells me that they could be really good friends! ^^

Bonus:

Eating crayons 🖍️!

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST

[theruxpinator]

[softleesam]

if somebody wanted to come cuddle me and give me belly rubs until it stops hurting or I fall asleep i'd love them forever and ever

[dear-departed]

The Innocence of an Outlaw [Dutch]

A/N: I'm back! After what, a year or something? I don't really know what happened, or why happened, but it happened. Um, I finally played RDR2, after procrastinating, of course. But now I'm obsessed with these stupid little dumb gay cowboys. Without further adieu, here's a short Dutch Van Der Linde thing.

Desc.: Downtime with Dutch starts pretty uneventful until he remembers that his darling isn't a smoker. In his eyes, hilarity ensues; in yours, pain and coughing.

Word count: 1.15K

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Dutch Van Der Linde x GN! Reader

Dutch- innocent outlaw 

Life in the gang was never easy. The downtime was rare, but that’s to be expected. Somebody always needed him or needed a hand with something; which you usually were chosen to help with. After all, Dutch Van Der Linde’s partner is never exempt from carrying their own weight, at least that’s how you saw it. 

Despite how popular it is, you were never a smoker, nor a drinker. It was something you simply never took nearly as much pleasure in as others. Both activities burned, and one made you less aware. Dutch, on the other hand, can almost never be spotted without a cigar in hand, or a bottle of surprisingly pricey bourbon or whiskey near him. He almost never got drunk, but that’s not to say he didn’t enjoy a drink every so often.  

On this rare occasion where you have him all to yourself, you and Dutch sit in his tent at Horseshoe Overlook. It’s a pretty place, and if you were being honest, maybe even a little nicer than the west. After the whole mess in Blackwater, it was refreshing to move east. A relief, even.  

He sits next to you, one hand sitting idly on your thigh, his thumb caressing the fabric of your clothing. As per usual, rings adorn his fingers, thick gold rings. Something about the way they looked on his callused fingers drove you wild.  

“You know…” Dutch starts, taking a long drag of his cigar, “I’m so glad you’ve stuck with me through all of this. Through Blackwater. They say someone shows their character in a time of panic or need, and you’ve proven yourself to be real’ trustworthy. I appreciate your faith in me.” He speaks. Curse his silver tongue, the way he makes you swoon with every word that comes out of his smoky breath. Every time you consider leaving the outlaw life, he drags you back in with his words, his charming looks and his rich voice keeps you anchored to him. The way he spoils you rotten when he gets the chance and ignores you right after.   

Thank you, Dutch... you’re too good to me.” You mutter, leaning into his warm body, one arm snaking around his waist. “Do you want a puff?” he asks, holding his cigar out to you.  

You furrow your brows, slowly shaking your head. “No thanks, you know I’ve never been much of a smoker.” You say, slowly closing your eyes.  

” Oh?” he asks, quirking a brow, as if your words surprised him. “Go on, it’s an honor. The amount of times Sean or Arthur have asked for a drag off me... they’d be jealous, you know.” He says softly, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you into his lap. His cigar hangs from his mouth, tendrils of smoke curling into the air and wafting up into your nose. Almost everything that resides in Dutch’s tent has cigar smoke in it, permeating any material. Leather, cloth, metal, it doesn’t matter.  

“Alright, alright, I give.” You say, reaching for the cigar, but he takes it from his mouth and moves it away.  

“Hold on now, allow me...” He says, one side of his face quirking up into some sort of grin. “Open up.” He says, and you obediently oblige.  

He adores the way you listen, the fire in your criminal heart burns everyone but him. To Dutch, you’re but a wood stove, contained and comforting. He puts the cigar to your lips, resting one hand right beneath the back of your neck. You inhale the smoke- rookie mistake. Immediately it burns your lungs and throat, and you start hacking and coughing, curling over yourself. 

Dutch quickly pulls the cigar away, a chuckle coming from his lips, “you’ve only ever smoked cigarettes? You don’t inhale cigar smoke, it’s different.”  

Of course, he would know that 

He passes you a cup of water from the crate beside his cot that acts as a nightstand. You eagerly gulp it down to soothe the burn. Dutch rubs your back while you hack and cough, tipping some of the ash from the cigar onto the floor.  

“I hate to make light of your pain, but I think it’s adorable how inexperienced you are... such a ruthless outlaw, but a cigar can topple you...” He teases, lacing his fingers through your hair. He tugs softly, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you jerk your head up to look at him with teary eyes.  

“You’re fine. Just watch me.” He says, putting the cigar to his lips. He lets the smoke sit in his mouth for a moment, before slowly blowing it out, a plume of smoke coming from his mouth. “See?”  

You nod, finishing the last from the water cup. “Yeah. Can I try again?” You ask, reaching for the cigar.  

“Of course.” He once again pulls the cigar away from you, taking another slow drag from it. He puts one hand behind your head and pulls your face close to his, pressing his lips to yours. Of course, you kiss back, even as he slowly blows the smoke into your mouth as you absentmindedly get a little more comfortable in his lap.  

Dutch slowly pulls away, placing his index finger on your lips. “Just taste the smoke for a moment, no need to rush.” he croons softly into your ear. He revels in the way you choke down coughs; just for him. “You’re alright, doin’ just fine there... alright, now blow.”  

Slowly, you let the smoke flow from your mouth, right in his face, out of spite. He fans away the smoke with a hardy laugh, “you did it! With my help, of course.” He comments, giving you a smug grin. He’s enamored by the way you cough again, some of the smoke you’d just blown out reentering your mouth. His thumb rubs against your chin and on the side of your lip lovingly. You can’t quite pinpoint if it’s because you have something on your face or if it’s because he’s simply feeling affectionate. Either way, the attention feels nice. His warm callused hands upon your dirt-smudged face. “You’ll get used to it... trust me, I much prefer a pipe to cigars, but I left my old pipe in... Blackwater.” He mutters the dreaded city name underneath his breath, avoiding your gaze as he huffs softly.  

“Why don’t you buy another one? I’m sure Saint Denis has some ‘real nice pipes. I’ve seen the ones- men in those big top-hats, they have these pretty mahogany pipes.” You suggest.  

He simply shrugs, “I have, none of them feel quite right. The last one fit my lips perfectly.” He recalls. You swear you could see drool coming out of his mouth. This man was a tobacco fiend, that much you knew.  His hands absentmindedly caress your thighs, his fingers kneading, like an affectionate cat.  

"You owe me a back massage."

"For oh-so-generously offering you a drag from my cigar?"

"From not telling me you're not supposed to breathe."

"Fine."

[mariszero]

What do you mean this wasn’t what happened in DHMIS?

[a-room-of-my-own]

[tothepointofinsanity]

Allow nonsense to overcome your mind. And go to sleep with pleasant and strange dreams.

[p-a-r-a-n-o-i-d-c-y-b-o-r-g]

Damn i am really not okay. :)

[strhwaberries]

my second attempt at journaling

[pinkbur]

Hello! :D o/ I love the layout <3

-Wilbur

thank u sm !!! :DDDD i was actually going for a darker theme or maybe aroace but well i saw this photo and one thing turned into another and uhmm. pink :3 i rather like pink its a good color

also HAIIII WILBUR :333 how r u

[littleghoulghost]

I have one more ask left, hoping to get it out anywhere from today to tomorrow. But I woke up sick, and just feel like hot garbage. So the ask depends on how I'm feeling when I get around to writing it.

[baezdylan]

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

THANK YOU, MAAAAAAAL

jacket's on, i'm out the door

tonight I'm gonna burn this town down

- girls in their summer clothes, bruce springsteen

i need shades 'cause the sun is blinding

- cloudburst, oasis (picking this one for ⭐reasons⭐ :)

i'm gonna miss those longs nights with the windows open

i keep re-reading the same lines always up at 5am every morning

- i'll still destroy you, the national (SONG!!!!!!)

so sing a lonely song

of a deep blue dream

- love her madly, the doors

sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby

edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my skull

at night i wake up with the sheets soaking wet

and a freight train running through the middle of my head

- i'm on fire, bruce springsteen

my throat was dry, with the sun in my eyes and i realized, i realized

i could never, i could never, never, never, go back home again

- is it really so strange?, the smiths

a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes

- cosmic love, florence + the machine

we've got color, we've got sound

won't you recognize us, we're everything you hate

AND

there are stars out on the new york streets

we want to capture them on film

- starlight, lou reed and john cale

i don't love you i'm just passing the time

- she had the world, panic! at the disco (it's actually every lyric from this one)

you're too old to lose it, too young to choose it

and the clock waits so patiently on your song

you walk past the café, but you don't eat

when you've lived too long

oh, no, no, no, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide

- rock'n'roll suicide, david bowie

i thought you died alone

a long long time ago

- the man who sold the world, david bowie

and if you close the door, the night could last forever

- after hours, the velvet underground

oh, hear this robert zimmerman

i wrote a song for you

about a strange young man called dylan

with a voice like sand and glue…

- song for bob dylan, david bowie

put a "∞" in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up.

[soulless-bex]

i very much enjoy severus snape as a character. in fanfictions. when he gets the fuck over himself and his unrequited feelings

[pontsalin]

I kinda want to try my hands at making a comics of a few pages

[xae-in-a-coat]

UHH HI

We now welcome my platonic wife.

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen