#trader!howdy

[asking-trader-howdy]

Happy Birthday🎉

Keeper, Filante and Trader share the same birthday!

Keeper's blog @keeperthemultiversemom

Filante's blog @sillyshootingstar

[keeperthemultiversemom]

KEEPER KEEPER KEEPER!! PLEASE CAN YOU HELP TRADER THIS TIME?!??! I KNOW HIS PLACE IS SHUT OR SOMETHING B BUT YOU CAN HELP HIM RIGHT???! YOU'RE POWERFUL TOO!! CAN YOU??? CAN YOU?????? 😭😭😭😭💦💦💦

She is worried...

In references to this :

https://www.tumblr.com/asking-trader-howdy/723191368109948928/beware-an-eyes-you-have-no-right-to-think?source=share

[iwuvcofi]

Them😭😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Some doodles about Bloody-fly!Howdy🦋🩸

He love hugging @iwuvcofi 💖

[arikihalloween]

More wttmv doodles ?? In this economy ?

Full gang fr

I wish I could draw on my tablet but I can't so for now you guys will have to survive on crumbs

[alteredphoenix]

TFW you play Fable TLC again but this time you let the Picker Wheel decide your morality and skill tree so you don't keep gunning for pure Good-maxing Speed/Accuracy archery each and every single time.

[lokirulzart]

WILD WEST AU!!!!

You ever notice that when fools do a western AU, they cheap out on the horses or ignore them entirely??? WELL NOT HERE, FOLKS. ONLY THE HIGHEST QUALITY HORSE CONTENT. BECAUSE I LOVE Y’ALL AND ALSO HORSES.

Frank has a snooty Appaloosa because he’s fancy, but also appaloosas are reliable trail horses, so that means he can go bug collecting without worrying much. His insect collection is the envy of all the rich collectors in the whole county.

Wally ended up with a chestnut Arabian mare, because Wally is too small for a bigger horse and I just think it’s funny. HANG ON THERE, PARDNER!! SHE’S A WILD ONE!!! Luckily, Wally is usually unaware of his own horse acting up, and the mare ends up tiring herself out just because Wally simply doesn’t even notice her… he’s too busy spacing out. But he’s one of the best Bronco Busters around thanks to her!

Hunter/trapper/fur trader Barnaby has himself a lovely Shire mare with a sweet and patient disposition. She has no trouble carrying whatever Barnaby has hunted as well as big ol’ Barnaby himself… but he still feels bad about making her work, so he only ever hunts what he needs to in order to get by.

Julie and her mustang are BOTH wild. Julie had the chance to tame her, but instead she just fed off of her spirited energy and now the two of them just tear around being crazy together, getting into trouble, rolling in the dust… Julie wouldn’t have it any other way.

What better steed for a Pony Express postal worker than a sure footed mule?! Seriously, mules are the mountain goats of the equine world. Eddie’s mule might not be as fast of a sprinter as some horses, but this animal can trek over ANY terrain, ensuring that all of the mail gets delivered on time. They have yet to miss a single delivery.

(Snake oil) Salesman Howdy Pillar has a general store in town as WELL as a covered wagon to travel around, ensuring that everyone gets the best deals on their pork ‘n’ beans, biscuits, tobacco, and tonics. You want it? Howdy’s GOT it… and his team of 3 dapple gray Connemara ponies, and one brown one, will make sure that you can get it… also the tallest character having the smallest horses makes me giggle.

Poppy doesn’t have a rideable horse yet, which is perhaps for the best. She spends a lot of time at Howdy’s general store or riding in his wagon. She is his best customer. But she has recently come by a thoroughbred foal that she is now raising from a bottle. So perhaps one day very soon Poppy will have her own tall and elegant steed to carry her around… let’s just hope he’s not too fast for her.

Sally is a performer at the local saloon by night and helps out with cleaning during the day… she knows NOTHING about horses… but one night, after all the local drunks went home, a poor American Paint got left behind. Nobody came back to claim the animal, so Sally boards him at the local ranch and visits often. She hopes one day to learn how to ride him, but it’s slow going. She is, after all, a singer and actress first.

AND THEN HOME THE SALOON!! YOU DIDN’T THINK I’D FORGET HOME, DID YOU?? He has a small stable in the back and a second floor, where Wally lives! Wally gets to spend all his free time hanging out, meeting up with his friends, and drinking all the apple juice he wants! (Just don’t tell him it’s apple juice, he’ll get confused. He thinks he’s just drinking whiskey like everyone else. It’s easier this way.) Also Home is the only saloon that can kick out belligerent drunk people itself!

Also Bonus OCs, Luna O’Hare the bilingual cartographer (created by @m0stlygh0st) and Simon, my boy, the ranch hand! Luna has an Andalusian that she likes to dress up, braid it’s mane, and stick flowers in it-… as snacks for later. They’re also grazing buddies and Luna can often be found eating the horse feed because it’s so similar to rabbit food. Simon has a gelding Quarter Horse with golden retriever energy and not a single braincell to his name. Poor Simon… but at least his horse loves him.

YEEHAW!!!! 🤠

[asking-trader-howdy]

' ......Don't touch her '

Hello Sir pom3-crayon !

May I ask if there is any way I can interact with Res Julie? I really like her ! Can I hold her hands?

"Awe how cute!..."

ART AND TRADER IS OWNED BY @iwuvcofi !! Sorry pal she's being protected 🙃

[sixx-sixx-sixx]

THE TRADER’S DAUGHTER - cooper “the ghoul” howard x female!oc — PART 2

EDIT: FOLLOW @bonafideyapper FOR FUTURE PARTS!

warnings(?): allusions to bisexual!cooper towards the end; bad grammar/bad writing/bad formatting; (I was intoxicated while I wrote a lot of this); bad depiction of a southern accent (I’m literally from the south); incorrect fallout lore; overall warning for general fallout violence; Daisy is 4/5 here; dbf!cooper

part 1

During Josiah’s time roaming the aftermath of the fallout for the benefit of the vault, he became an important part of forming strong relationships between the vault and outsiders. Under his guidance, the vault had a successful trade relationship that spanned over much of the old territory.

Daisy has very distant memories of the vault, mostly just an old television set that played movies that she could vaguely make out. To her, life didn’t really begin until she woke up on an old couch being watched over by an old woman that owned a shop in the small town. Shortly after their arrival, her father established himself as a trader of chems and other invaluable items, creating a permanent place in the town after a few months.

cooper was a frequent customer at Josiah’s. He’d gotten him a place to take refuge in after escaping the vault with his daughter, after reaching out to an old female friend of his. she owed him a favor for him saving her ass from some raiders, and then for cheatin’ on him with the same fuckin’ raider.

Coop would develop a soft spot for the trader’s daughter. He’d known from the moment he met her that she’d be a firecracker someday. the first time they had met, the little girl was no taller than a bean sprout, and she was hidden behind her father’s legs. she had been playing with a handmade doll behind the counter when cooper walked through the door, greeting his old acquaintance with a big smile.

“Josiah, you son of a bitch. How’re you settlin’ in?” the ghoul drawled easily, reaching out to shake the man’s hand in a faux-professional manner before pulling him forward to greet him.

The brown eyed girl looked up in curiousity at the sound of the bell on the door, immediately getting up to hide behind Josiah’s legs. she had never seen anything like him before, the skin of his face stretched tight and scarred in various spots from decades of radiation exposure (and probably some chem abuse, but whatever, it kept him from going feral). The vest he wore under a long overcoat was buttoned neatly despite his otherwise disheveled appearance, and there was a once-fancy faded blue shirt peeking out from the under the vest. Something in her little brain recognized the pattern of faded gold, she thought she had seen it in one of the many tv-screened dreams she would have each night.

The ghoul set his bag of various meats (totally not just a whole bunch of ass jerky, he saved that for himself whenever he got the chance) and other supplies down on the low countertop between them and tipped his hat to the little girl, offering her a yellowed smile, “howdy, li’l lady. you must be that flower your daddy’s always talkin’ about.”

Josiah looked down at his kid and forced the young girl into full view of the ghoul. He wasn’t raising no pussy, he had to expose Daisy to everything the wasteland had to offer. And, despite his appearance, Cooper had a larger than life aura to him even after all of the damage he had sustained through the years. The father was sure his kid would adapt to the ghoul.

“Introduce yourself, Daze. Coop don’t bite.” He formed a joke and looked over at the ghoul, “Unless you misbehave, then he might eat you right up.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Cooper. My name is Daisy.” She said in a polite little voice, still working on looking up at the cowboy. She wasn’t afraid of him, she just had some nerves was all. Getting used to the new scenery around her was gonna take some time at her young age, but she’d be a natural in no time. Whole town would gonna be in love with her by the time she turns 6.

“pleasure to meet you, little Daisy. you can just call me coop, no need to be ‘fraid of me. i’m the best bounty hunter this side o’ the wasteland, one of the good guys.” coop says the final line with a easy lie, his eyes flashing up to Josiah who had seen the internal conflict he faced in the time he had known the ghoul. He sure as hell wasn’t one of the good guys, but he could be for the few people he cared about in his big age.

“Now, why don’t you go run along an’ let the grown folks talk alone?” Cooper reached down and patted the top of Daisy’s head, watching her run along to the back office.

Josiah pulled a case out from under a shelf and counted out the vials of chems that he owed the ghoul in exchange for the supplies he brought, giving him a couple extra for a cheaper price because he liked the guy.

“You did a good job there, Joe. She’s gonna be a little killer some day, I can tell she’s got your survival instinct already. Between the two of us, she’s bound to learn at least two useful fuckin’ skills.” Cooper leaned over the counter a bit and took the box from his old (lover) friend. Josiah nodded in agreement and looked back towards the door for a moment, “Thank you, Cooper. I’m serious, I owe you more than just a couple extra vials.”

Cooper shook his head and lightened the mood, “Us cowpokes gotta stick together up here, you’ll learn that soon enough, Vaultie. Don’t you worry about her, you know I keep my word.” As soon as Josiah had successfully gotten his sleeping daughter out of the vault, he had made his oldest wasteland acquaintance promise, swear even, to protect the young girl in case anything were to end up happening to the old vault dweller. Cooper had always been a man of his word, no matter how badly the effects of radiation and the fucked up immortality would change him.

a/n: okay!! welcome to the end of chapter 2, definitely leaning towards cooper being (canonically?) bisexual & again definitely some kind of gay tendencies between the old buddies. But anyways, maybe I’ll flesh THAT out if anyone’s interested.

a/n 2: also considering accepting requests for cooper stuff outside of Daisy’s story, gonna try my hand at 2nd person POV writing. if you have something you wanna see me try to flesh out then feel free to message me/send me an ask ❤️

taglist: @savanahc @one-of-thewalkingdead @silverose365 @neverendingdumptser

[ask-courier-eddie]

hola! You are Courier, right?

I think I remember that you are a part of the multiverse. If you are, so you know what happened with your friend, right?? The caterpillar friend of yours?? He seems not that good. Can you go see him if he okay or not, can you?

“I just… have a bad feelin’”

Note:For more context visit here and here

Characters featuring and mentioned here: Keeper!Poppy by @arikihalloween Trader!Howdy by @iwuvcofi

[lunatheartist22446]

⭐✨🎆🎇HAPPY NEW YEAR TO MY FAV MUTUALS AND FAV CONTENT CREATORS!🎇🎆✨⭐

special thanks to @i-ate-your-dog-srry, bean howdy and @iwuvcofi, robbie robs and @clownsuu, @weirdzano-and-co, @likasoertz1, and @partycoffin, and others i werent able to draw (sorry): @niki-the-cat , @xuntemin, @howdy--pillar, @howdypillarstore ,@thelone-copper, @asking-trader-howdy, @rayzan65 @outwalkingthelocales, and @evillillad (the sillyster) for making my 2023 the first year of tumblr EVER! welcome home, was the main reason why i even started art in the first place, or why my oc even exists! so thank you! thank you all for making me have hope in my own art!!

[asking-trader-howdy]

Beans Doodle

Have this little bean doodle while I'm working on something

" Why am I a bean? "

You're green

" That's it? "

And you fat

" Rude "

[iwuvcofi]

Trader!Howdy💚

Just wanna share here that he got a new ref-sheet!

[keeperthemultiversemom]

Hello mom please do not over stress over the current situation people are over reacting im sure Trader is fine right? The power of plot armor will save him!!!

[gooseycowboy]

Howdy ✨ 25f obsessed with my cat and Trader Joe’s feta and caramelized onion pastry bites. I’m here for the memes and good vibes and saucy bits and fanfics re all things outlander, romcoms, severance, sam caflin, djats, etc. Im a bit late to the tumblr party but happy to be here and excited to see what’s cooking 🫡

[gracehosborn]

Have you read Jessica Serfilippi's research on Hamilton? If so, what do you think and how does it contribute to your own research?

Howdy, Anon!

My apologies for this response taking so long. I know for a fact that I did read Serfilippi’s paper when it was first published (alongside the multiple responses to her paper), but as this all occurred five years ago, I couldn’t remember the details of her research and arguments, and felt that I needed to go give her paper a reread to give you the more informed reply you deserve.

For those that don’t know, Jessie Serfilippi is a historical interpretater at the Schuyler Mansion State Historic Site in Albany, New York. In 2020, the Schuyler Mansion published a research paper written by Serfilippi titled, “As Odious And Imoral A Thing”: Alexander Hamilton’s History As An Enslaver. The title would make her argument pretty self-explanatory, but for the sake of clarity: Serfilippi argued that Hamilton’s perception as an abolitionist hero is false, and that he did in fact have a long history, and direct involvement in, the institution of slavery—whether in his role as a slave trader (acting as a financial middleman for others who sought ownership of enslaved persons) or a possible enslaver himself.

As for my opinion, I think she did a great job putting all of the extant pieces of evidence in one place, and in conversation with one another. Her argument is well constructed and the paper is a very interesting and important read. “When those sources are fully considered, a rarely acknowledged truth becomes inescapably apparent,” Serfilippi writes, “not only did Alexander Hamilton enslave people, but his involvement in the institution of slavery was essential to his identity, both personally and professionally.” And I agree, and don’t find any issue with the statement. All of the pieces of evidence Serfilippi brings forward in her paper are not new, and the majority of her evidence is found in Alexander Hamilton’s own cash books and family correspondence—in his and his family members’ own handwriting—which I can’t see a good means of refuting. Simply pointing out things he said in support of enslaved persons (as the majority of the paper written in response consists of) does not supersede his actions regarding slavery, and the implications of his role in that institution.

I do think that some of her smaller claims could be examined further, and there are some things I’d want to debate, but these pale in comparison to the amount of other primary source evidence she provides to make her case. The cash book entries and letters by Philllop Schuyler are the most interesting and compelling to me. It is made bluntly obvious that Alexander Hamilton had a more complex relationship with the institution of slavery, and I’d like to see future biographers acknowledge this fully, as Serfilippi sought to explore.

As for my research, this paper has definitely influenced my thinking, and has made me curious about other odd things within Hamilton’s cash books that may be within them. The primary source evidence presented speaks quite loudly for itself, and thus I am inclined to agree with Serfilippi on most of her claims and her overall argument. By extension, this has impacted my thinking around the later volumes of my historical fiction series about Hamilton, and to that end I want to bring this to the page, but as of writing this I haven’t yet figured out the best way of doing that.

If you’re curious on my thoughts about the papers written in response to Jessie Serfilippi, I think @/46ten’s post here does a more eloquent and thorough job of explaining the response than I could, and I agree with the assertions and opinions made about that response.

[nelumbo-lotuses]

[ @os-mapmaker ]

Greetings. You may call me the Mapmaker. I am on a mission to learn about all currently known timelines and their residents. I hope you would not mind answering a few questions.

Interview: Mason

[START]

⠀

I noticed that you have shared a lot of information about your garden and gardening experiences, but very little about yourself. Who or what got you into gardening in the first place?

Oh, howdy! I have been eyeing your work for a while. Good work, I can commend it. By all means, you may ask me any questions you would like. Some of us do not have rocket science jobs. Here's a secret: I was raised at the Glen, actualy. Grew up around a bunch of plants, and our house had a moss ceiling! From the Polytrichaceae family if my memory serves me right, mainly from the creeping rootstalks.

Our family could not afford to make a living in the Refuge, so we had humble lives as farmers and traders with the glenfolks. I was their only child however, and they insisted they did not want me to live the same life as them. Fortunately for me, I had a stronger way with words, and I got to study plant biology. Being around a family that grows plants for a living, you can guess how that went. Then, I finally got the chance to study abroad. Had to leave my family however, which was crushing at first. But, being able to explore around the Refuge with my future colleagues was absolutely immaculate. That's how I met Kip! Now, I'm here. Still surrounded by plants, the only difference being that I'm alone now, heh. I'm living my life though, and a secret is that living a best life is never a thing. It's only living a life around the things you care about dearly, so that your issues are smaller. Whew, long one! Sorry for the autobiography, I get chatty a lot. Hope it answers your question.