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Rules:

1: This is not an au blog. This is going to be as close as I can write to Micah Bell as written in RDR2. Brace yourself for asshole-ness and general dirtbaggery. And keep in mind, I am not the character, nor am I excusing his actions. This is just for fun.

2: Please send me a message if you want to do a thread together! If I have an ask meme reblogged you can send those in without messaging first, but if you’re wanting an overarching story, just shoot me a message first.

3: Give me time to write my responses. I have a full time job, and often don’t feel up to writing much during the week, again, I do this for fun.

4: Have fun! And don’t be afraid to shoot me a message with questions, I promise I won’t bite! :3

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The story hit the news a week ago. Mrs. Sanderson disappeared from her home without a trace. Nothing was taken or missing, her car was still at the home, no one had seen or heard anything suspicious. It was as if she vanished into thin air. Police and investigators found nothing.

Then Mal's circle of contacts were called. None of them could find anything either. Then Mr. Sanderson contacted Mal, calling her his only hope.

Which Mal immediately found was a lie. A very persistent detective was also at the scene, combing over everything she found and going over the evidence she uncovered a week ago. Mal was already annoyed at being second fiddle to an investigation. But stepping into the house brought the annoyance to new heights.

She didn't need to hear any of the evidence the detective gathered or listen to what the police investigation found. Everything Mal needed to know was to her immediate right: the wall of the entryway of the quaint little house. And she just stared, gathering information while the detective and Mr. Sanderson talked at her, only gathering her attention back when the detective put a hand on her shoulder.

Mal immediately took her hand off and looked at Mr. Sanderson.

"$110." she barked. "Now."

Mr. Sanderson looked offended.

"For what?"

"One hundred for wasting my time. Ten for asshole tax."

The detective now started to look offended.

"Are you saying you already know where Mrs. Sanderson is?"

"Yes." Mal pointed at the wall angrily. "She's right here." Then looked to Mr. Sanderson pointedly. "Where. You. Put. Her."

Mr. Sanderson immediately went pale, then gave a scream and rushed at Mal with an iron grip. She was beaten unconscious while the detective tried to save her.

Mal woke up in the hospital with a frustrated sigh. The detective was there when she woke up.

"How on Earth did you figure that out?" the detective demanded. "I've been working on that case for days, and you knew as soon as you walked in the door?"

"Supernatural detective." Mal introduced herself. "Maybe that idiot shouldn't have hired one looking for ghosts, when he hadn't taken care of the ghost yet."

"...her GHOST told you what happened?"

"She didn't have to. She was crying for her husband, cursing him, scratching at the walls angrily, calling him a heart-breaking thief. So I'm willing to bet that he married her for her money and house, and offed her when it was convenient for him?"

"That's... the gist of it, yeah." the detective admitted. "I called the police and had the wall broken down and... we found her remains. Mr. Sanderson really thought of everything to make sure we didn't suspect a thing."

"Then he went and called a 'psychic detective' that he didn't believe in to give the story of 'I tried everything.'" Mal shrugged. "You'd be surprised how often this happens. I'd really like to be paid for my time being wasted."

"Guess you're going to small claims for that?" the detective scratched her head. "I haven't gotten paid either."

"Joint law suit, woo." Mal dryly celebrated. "What's your name?"

"Marcy Brannigan."

"Mallory Richter. I'd give you my card, but it looks like the nurses took my stuff again."

"I'll be in touch. I might need your help if I come up dry on leads."

"Only if I split the pay with you."

Marcy gave Mal her own business card before leaving. Mal sighed as she noted that this was how she was getting cute girl's phone numbers these days, and went back to sleep.

Another day, another dollar.

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Headcanon time!

Gun's (and Bular's) tails reminded me of something... So-

Gecko tails!

(Minus the dropping part.)

I thought their tails looked a little bit like those of fat-tailed- or leopard gecko's. Segmented, long and thick, that serves as a fat storage for nutrients when food is scarce.

So if trolls can even store those things, could the tail of those who have it work as some sort of handy storage for nutrients, to help through tough times (e.g. the Darklands..)?

Here's also few GIFs of Gunmar's magnificent tail. Enjoy!

That tiny tail wag tho.. It kills me…

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Hazarmaveth blinks, reaching out and taking the creature gently into his arms.

"Fewer adults are comin' into the forest. And I won't eat the little ones."

He stoked the hen gently, pressing his face to her feathers.

"I can't eat the little ones, their too much like animals! All full of questions and wonderings and hope..."

There's distressed animal sounds coming from the direction of the hen house.

Sotsona was quick to grab her shepherd's crook and go see what the fuss was about. "Ach! Rhode if that's you in the coop stealing eggs again, i'm giving you such a wallop!" To be honest she'd probably smack whomever it is regardless if they're annoying her animals.

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Insomnia by Vincenzo Lamolinara

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"Thank you kindly."

Hazarmaveth set his head back into place on his neck, giving it a twist. Black, inky blood rose to connect his head back to his body, and he cracked his neck as it set into place.

"I thought it would be okay if I just left the furs and took the eggs, they're good furs. Got you a fox and a racoon."

He still looked dejected.

There's distressed animal sounds coming from the direction of the hen house.

Sotsona was quick to grab her shepherd's crook and go see what the fuss was about. "Ach! Rhode if that's you in the coop stealing eggs again, i'm giving you such a wallop!" To be honest she'd probably smack whomever it is regardless if they're annoying her animals.

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Hazarmaveth gave a snarl.

He hadn't been hunting. This human caught him off guard, and that meant he was on edge.

But he didn't attack. There were rules, after all. He circled slowly, eyes glowing with a poorly hidden hunger.

"What are you doin' in my neck of the woods?" He rumbled.

@thembloodybones because I felt like it

Normally, the sound of something out in the woods wasn't a cause for investigation. Typically it was just an animal going about its business, or the wind finally snapping an already broken twig from where it desperately clung to its host. This had sounded bigger. And given the location, paired with comments from the locals, he felt obligated to at least try and figure out what it was.

So, here E.L. was. Somewhere in the woods. He could probably find his way back. He wasn't that worried about that. What he was worried about was the tracks he had found, and the sounds of something being close. Well shit. He had certainly found the creature. He probably shouldn't have come out here alone. He should have known better. E.L. slid back half a step, rested a hand on the handle of his gun. Shit. "... Hey." Might as well see if something could be worked out before resorting to violence, at least.

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'Demon' by Liga Klavina - Raiska

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Insomnia by Vincenzo Lamolinara

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Hazarmaveth jerked his arm back, shoulder dislocating as he stretched it through the opening, then his other harm.

A few moments later, his headless body rose to its feet, hands wringing nervously.

"I didn't wanna tell you about my troubles." This time, the voice is coming from somewhere low in the chicken coop. Hazarmaveth's head is resting next to a broody head, getting pecked on occasion.

There's distressed animal sounds coming from the direction of the hen house.

Sotsona was quick to grab her shepherd's crook and go see what the fuss was about. "Ach! Rhode if that's you in the coop stealing eggs again, i'm giving you such a wallop!" To be honest she'd probably smack whomever it is regardless if they're annoying her animals.

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first, do no harm by Arsenicalbronze Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons) Rating: Gen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barbara Lake/Walter Strickler | Stricklander, Barbara Lake & Jim Lake Jr, Jim Lake Jr & Walter Strickler | Stricklander Characters: Barbara Lake, Jim Lake Jr, Walter Strickler | Stricklander, Bular, Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal, Aaaarghhhh Additional Tags: Trollhunter Barbara Lake

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Waltholomew Stricklander limps into his apartment a full six hours after the Trollhunter fiasco, fumbling through the freezer for an ice pack and pressing it his aching head. He’s still reeling, and not just from the concussion.

It was hard enough, the (false) realization that his favorite student was the Trollhunter.

It was infinitely, infinitely worse to see Barbara, glowing blue and bringing her sword to bear against a strike from Bular before their battle disappeared into the museum.

He needs a drink.

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"I'm awful sorry. Huntin's just been so lean lately, I'll pay ya for the eggs."

Hazarmaveth sounded dejected, his tail hanging limp.

"Yes ma'am. I'll fix it right up. Tried taking myself apart but..."

There's distressed animal sounds coming from the direction of the hen house.

Sotsona was quick to grab her shepherd's crook and go see what the fuss was about. "Ach! Rhode if that's you in the coop stealing eggs again, i'm giving you such a wallop!" To be honest she'd probably smack whomever it is regardless if they're annoying her animals.

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they molded you into a monster 

                        sharpened your claws

                                         your fangs

                                      ripped out everything good and holy

                                  made you howl until your throat burned

                  maybe it’s time to show them what a mistake they’ve made

                          they should never have given you such a  b i t e. #StanfordPrepped - An independent Sam Winchester from the CW's Supernatural. Heavily seasons 1-5 based. A study in: Co-dependency, Loss of autonomy, regaining autonomy, overcoming guilt and self hatred, self love, finding your path, working through trauma, self sacrifice and more.

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In case you missed it, here is my contribution for @demonunderpressure's TOA Zine

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There's a bucket on the ground, rusty and full of eggs.

And there's a rawhead, stuck with his rump in the little door where the chickens go in. It seems he was able to work himself in piece by piece, but when he put himself together...

"Mornin' Sotsona." Said a voice from the direction of the said looking rear-end.

There's distressed animal sounds coming from the direction of the hen house.

Sotsona was quick to grab her shepherd's crook and go see what the fuss was about. "Ach! Rhode if that's you in the coop stealing eggs again, i'm giving you such a wallop!" To be honest she'd probably smack whomever it is regardless if they're annoying her animals.