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          When hungry, Cain’s not above fighting with venomous animals to get something to eat. He’s pretty expert at snatching rattle snakes for a bite to eat now. 

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         Cain has buried himself in the sand at times when it’s a particularly hot day and he needs to lay down for a bit. 

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                                            ᴛᴀʟᴋ ʟᴇss  & sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ .     

                ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғᴏʀ .

                                                              . ♛ .                                           ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴍɪʟɪᴀ ʟᴇʙʟᴀɴᴄ .

                                                    ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʟɪʟʏ . 

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weep little lion man, you’re not as brave as you were at the start. rate yourself and rake yourself, take all the courage you have left — established 27 jan 18 / credit * personals do not reblog

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Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

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Cain’s service dog in modern au is called Vash.

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High Noon Jhin Commission

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“Fine, you can come in, but take off your shoes.”

                  ;; even rain falls in the desert. \ accepting.

           “Well, you didn’t give me much of a choice in that matter.” Cain was still staring, rather wide-eyed at the distance between them and the land below. They were a solid-ways up from the ground below, so much so that with this rain, the land was obscured beneath.

            “But if you say so-” Not that he had much of a choice. Stand here, get wet and not be able to even leave and take shelter in the trees below, or join the magi in her abode? It was pretty obvious which of the two options was the better and more accessible one. 

           Cain welcomed himself into the loby after the mistress, sitting himself down on the ground for a brief moment to tug off his boots, setting them aside near the door. He wasn’t exactly sure if that was the proper place for them, but between the look and sound of the woman herself and the place he was now rather royally stuck in, he doubted she’d enjoy him toting around dripping boots. 

             The cowboy held his hands out slightly before letting them fall back to his sides. “So , now what? Am I your prisoner for entertainment or something?”

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“Come in here before you catch a cold.”

                   ;; even rain falls in the desert. \ accepting.

             Admittedly, the cowboy took a moment to register where exactly that voice was coming from. In the cramped roads of the Bilge, it was a bit difficult to pin-point. Especially given voices carried far easier in a gully like this.

            Goggle-hidden eyes eventually found their way to a dark skinned woman peering out from a building. “Kindness in a place like that such as your own is too good to be true. You got a knife behind your back or somethin’, lass?” She didn’t look the murderous type, not much of a glint for it in her eyes that Cain could tell, but alas he’d be fooled before, and rather not do so again on an empty stomach.

            “Give me a valid reason to trust you and I might consider. The gesture is kind, but this world and the people in it aren’t.”

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'The sound of rain is so nice.'

                    ;; even rain falls in the desert. \\ accepting. 

          “Yeah, it sure is relaxing, ain’t it?” He murmured in response as he gazed from the little square of paper that she had shown him, back upwards to the raining sky just beyond their little hide out. 

           A small fire kindled just beyond the reach of the rain under their hide away made of thick woven fabrics to keep things such as rain or sand at bay. It seemed to be doing just the job, as well as retaining some manner of heat.

           The cool rain that pelted down sapped away a lot of what heat the two of them had, and while the tarps that surrounded them helped with keeping the breeze away and a majority of the wetness, it was that exact wetness that drained the area of total, comfortable warmth.

             And while for Cain such degrees of coolness was something he was used to, a quick eye back over towards the elegant woman reminded him that it may not be the case for Sona. 

           Rather than conjuring up a witty mental note of the luxury of being a noble in times like this, Cain’s mind immediately shifted to making sure the nibbling cold didn’t get to Sona. Rocking off of his butt and onto his feet, Cain wandered over to his own pack, shifting through the bit of supplies he had, and finally withdrawing something - an fur lined blanket. 

           “Now, this might just be a bit over kill, but it’ll also be better than freezing those oh-so-important hands of yours off.” Carefully shuffling around the active fire, Cain made a move to slide next to Sona on the make-shift spot he had made out of an old log for her and with a delicate and mindful touch, laid the fur blanket across her narrow shoulders.

             Mindful hands moved to tuck the woman in to the blanket. With grate care, thin hands moved along, tugging the blanket snug around her, though not so much as to jar her body. Everything about how Cain handled her showed nothing but acute awareness and mindfulness to her, to making sure not even the slightest jostle would bother her. 

           Leather gloved hands would linger as eyes, hidden beyond  their goggled slowed their inspection over as they befell her delicate hands, one of his own carefully having slid beneath her one to proper tuck her in. So fine, nimble, with prim finger-nails and not a scar to be seen across smooth skin. A thumb moved to caress the back of Sona’s hand longingly, but was abruptly stopped half way as Cain came back to reality.

          The cowboy forced himself back from Sona, looking a bit abrupt while he was at it, jarring away from her some-what suddenly and moving to place himself with a few inches distance, hands finding themselves weaved together, clasped between his knees. His fingers practically hummed to feel the small bits of warmth of hers through his gloves once more. 

            But that wasn’t the right place in this world for his hands. 

           “Keep that close, it might be a cold one tonight.” 

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' today is a good day to die. '

( thanks! )

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and now i go to make a up of matcha and answer my damn asks

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and tea number two wow there’s a lot of tea here

i don't know if you know, because some people in this world actually like... had to rely on sex work to live, but uh. we really fucking hate when bored fucks like you appropriate a struggle you could never fucking hope to understand, and then ROLEPLAY AS SOMEONE WHO HAS GONE THROUGH THAT. you're fantasizing the stories and lives of genuinely oppressed and abused people. i dont know who the fuck yall think yall are but im sorry if u fantasize abt that shit and you really need to get help

anyway you’re clearly all wrong and mad and have no idea what you’re talking about because not one, not two, but three individuals in all walks of life in the sex industry know of this character and actually don’t care! as is with every muse you’ve harrassed! none o f them care!

so instead of being sensitive a sensitive piss baby and making crappy assumptions and making a general jerkoff of  yourself, why not go and do something more productive with your life like not checking a blog you clearly do not like ever handful of hours to send more hate to, yeah? 

have a nice day <3

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and that’s the tea

i don't know if you know, because some people in this world actually like... had to rely on sex work to live, but uh. we really fucking hate when bored fucks like you appropriate a struggle you could never fucking hope to understand, and then ROLEPLAY AS SOMEONE WHO HAS GONE THROUGH THAT. you're fantasizing the stories and lives of genuinely oppressed and abused people. i dont know who the fuck yall think yall are but im sorry if u fantasize abt that shit and you really need to get help

anyway you’re clearly all wrong and mad and have no idea what you’re talking about because not one, not two, but three individuals in all walks of life in the sex industry know of this character and actually don’t care! as is with every muse you’ve harrassed! none o f them care!

so instead of being sensitive a sensitive piss baby and making crappy assumptions and making a general jerkoff of  yourself, why not go and do something more productive with your life like not checking a blog you clearly do not like ever handful of hours to send more hate to, yeah? 

have a nice day <3

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but also, get off anon you fucking coward.

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i don't know if you know, because some people in this world actually like... had to rely on sex work to live, but uh. we really fucking hate when bored fucks like you appropriate a struggle you could never fucking hope to understand, and then ROLEPLAY AS SOMEONE WHO HAS GONE THROUGH THAT. you're fantasizing the stories and lives of genuinely oppressed and abused people. i dont know who the fuck yall think yall are but im sorry if u fantasize abt that shit and you really need to get help

anyway you’re clearly all wrong and mad and have no idea what you’re talking about because not one, not two, but three individuals in all walks of life in the sex industry know of this character and actually don’t care! as is with every muse you’ve harrassed! none o f them care!

so instead of being sensitive a sensitive piss baby and making crappy assumptions and making a general jerkoff of  yourself, why not go and do something more productive with your life like not checking a blog you clearly do not like ever handful of hours to send more hate to, yeah? 

have a nice day <3

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congrats ! you got a: cowboy beepbop (tm) 

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   congrats ! you got : a Thirsty Bitch™