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Will be getting to some threads today and tomorrow!! My muse has been super high since I’ve been away 8”)

#ooc #went to a convention yesterday which was FUN AS HELL LDJDKD #we’re leaving the hotel here in a bit but FIRST BREAKFAST

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The morning after

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#friend art #IM LAUGHIJY KEJDKDJS THE 👁️👄👁️ #THESE TWO ARE RIDICULOUS #THIS IS SO CUUUUTTEEE #dragonskxnlair #I LO V E #suggestive

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“Grabbin’ a ladies wings without permission? What kinda fella d’ya take me for? Heh!” Butch says it teasingly but briefly wonders if that’s something she would have been okay with. He’s not sure how sensitive the appendages are, be it bad or good. He might be the go getter type but he’s never touched angel wings before and isn’t sure how that could be perceived. Much like his horns.

“What—are ya offerin?” The blonde asks, quirking a curious brow; that playful smile remains.

❝ Kinda . Could say the same 'bout that tail of your's . ❞

A brief flutter from said appendages , circling the other as he struggles to keep his composure . Whether or not this is a ploy to see how far she can push the envelope is up to debate ── but there's certainly something brewing below the surface .

Perhaps it's morbid curiosity , a insight to Butch's personality that expanded beyond his supernatural ability . A previous life , an era vastly different from her own that's heightened her interest over time .

❝ Though if I'm being honest , I expected you to grab them . ❞

#hxzelwallflower

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“Well, thank ya! Took some practice, ‘course… bein’ an outlaw’ll throw ya right int’ all th’ action.” Butch says casually, wearing his signature gap toothed grin.

“You do any shootin’ yerself?”

Zynnia’s own smug expression vanished as the rock shattered. “Well, that’s impressive.” She said after a moment. “You’re quite the crackshot.”

#violetragnarok

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“I sure did.” Butch says with a nod that’s a little too confident, unable to help but grin a bit in amusement at Dwight’s familiar surprise. At the question, he hums and peers upwards thoughtfully.

“Mmm, jus’ a coupla folks… an old lady who smacked me with a cane and some smelly fella who tried to buy ‘em from me.” The cowboy informs his counterpart casually, looking down at the hoard curiously.

“Wow, mankind sure has come along way! Back then cucumbers were th’ way t’go, heh! I got ‘em from that sex shop down the street. Er… not that I knew at first. Th’ sign jus’ caught my attention was all!”

“Hmm, what do you- GAH!”

“BUTCH?!” Dwight is a mixture of horrified and blushing madly as he averts his gaze away from the dildos. It was already a rather overwhelming experience back at the mall, and now, Butch had managed to arrive with an armload of dildos.

“Did you walk all the way here with those in your arms?!” Dwight can’t help his morbid curiosity as he glances over to what Butch brought over. There were dildos of varying sizes, some more monstrous for a certain kind of people. “Did anyone see you?!”

What a strange sight for anyone to see a cowboy walking into a bookstore with an armload of dildos!

After somewhat calming down, and still not looking directly at Butch’s eyes. “Umm, yes. It’s exactly for that…purpose.” The witch gulps a little. Then he looks confused. “Where did you even get so many???”

#arcanescholxr #suggestive #SUS BUTCH 🤨

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#aesthetic

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CONTINUED. // @arcanescholxr

“I been dyin’ t’ know—are these used fer what I think they’re s’posed t’be used fer? I saw ‘em that one time we went t’ the mall an’ had to know what th’ hell they were about!” Annnndddd he’s holding two arm fulls of packaged dildos of all sorts he may or may not have stolen from your local Spencer’s location.

“I mean, heh! Why else would they be shaped like dicks?”

#arcanescholxr #suggestive #(JUMP SCARE FOR DWIGHT)

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Butch supposes that’s a fair observation what with the types of characters he had ran into, especially back in his day. Some people just didn’t need guns in their mitts period. “I s’pose ya gotta point there…I mean, I shoot fer fun too but some people’re a bit too trigger happy.” He admits.

Despite his mention of going out and about unarmed, Butch can’t help but notice the weapons he does have on him, quirking a brow curiously. “Well that ain’t too safe, is it? Looks like yer one step ahead though. What d’ya got stuffed in there?” The cowboy steps a bit closer, squinting. He goes to far as to reach out a hand and grab the others arm so he can peer into that sleeve of his. That didn’t look like the type of gun he had at all! Or any he had seen, in fact. Must have been one of those new fancy types.

Butch releases his arm seconds later though and nonchalant mention of the other not only having a husband, but a wife and a girlfriend that they shared—that throws him for a loop. He gawks for a moment, blinking a few times as he mentally searches for words.

“GodDAMN,” he lets out, impressed. “you an’ yer man are gettin’ some ass too? Shit…” The blonde digests this information, trying to make it make sense with the traditional ideals he had grown up with. If he had multiple partners himself, he would certainly be a little paranoid being away from them for long periods of time…but maybe that was his own insecurities and need for validation bubbling to the surface at the thought.

“I’m almost jealous! That’s… a lotta love!” He admits with a light hearted laugh. Something to get used to for sure and he imagines it’s a lot of work to maintain but not at all impossible. Good for this guy! Butch hadn’t known him for long but he seemed like one hell of a free spirit and extremely kind too; he’s sure his partners appreciate those aspects of him greatly.

When Crowley grows a bit antsy about skedaddling, Butch quickly realizes that their idle chatter can wait a little longer, atleast until their somewhere concretely safe to speak freely.

“Ya know what—ya got a point. Let’s get th’ fuck outta here. There’s definitely more where that came from.” Butch agrees, grabbing ahold of Dar’s reigns and stepping onto the stirrup of her saddle for a boost before throwing a leg over the horses form and seating himself. The saddle was just big enough for two and it helped that Butch was a rather small man.

“Get on up here, friend!” He extends a gloved hand for Crowley to take in order to assist him in climbing if he needed it.

"Ay, I'm surely not going to take your guns from you! Especially not out here where I'm going to guess that everyone is born with a six shooter in their meaty baby grippers," Crowley snickers, scrunching up his face against the soggy affection of the mighty hoofed BEAST he's avidly giving two-handed attention to, "Not everyone is able to protect themselves with their bare hands, but not everyone should have the opportunity to do harm with the flick of a finger, you feel me? That being said..."

He trails off, looking a little sheepish, "I don't let anyone I know go out into the world unarmed," Certainly not himself either! Butch saw the knife hidden in his wrist, but as Crow lifted his arms to keep petting the horse, he could see the leather holster of the other blonde's very own pistol! Although it didn't look much like the revolvers the demon may be accustomed to; the metal exterior was blockier, dark grey with red accents. Not to mention the ammo cartridges lining the outer pocket of the holster.

At the mention of his marriage, however, Crowley tipped his head back and let out a sharp bark of a laugh, "Puh-lease. He's probably thrilled to have the breathing space from me! 'Sides. It's not like he's alone back home! He's got the company of our wife AND our girlfriend. If anything, I'm the one who's left out most of the time since they all live on the same side of the region."

Though his tone was chipper, there was a very slight downturn of the tips of the man's pointy lil ears. He's fine letting them be because they've all got each other most of the time... But the fact of that he has to live in the city, closer to the danger, closer to where he's needed... Sometimes makes him feel more like the odd man out in their relationship than he already does. It has to be this way. He's a hero and they're all playing for the opposite team. Not that he really wants to explain how THAT works out right now. Thank goodness this is all narrative information! ;D

"So are we blowing this joint or what? The longer we stand here with our dicks in our hands, not sword fighting, the more I feel like we're going to attract an unwelcome crowd."

#valiant au save slot a #(d’awww Crowley needs some company on the road… thankfully Butch is always on the road!! man’s gotchu on your ventures crowl!! ) #(BEGONE LONELINESS)

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Big fluffy dragon feathers 🥺 // @dragonskxn

#mun art #Annalise #dragonskxn #CUTIE PATOOTS

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“Childhoods never last. But everyone deserves one.” — Wendy Dale

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☀️:. MEET PEBBLES. ☀️:.

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#promo!!! #(check out this cute little feller!!!!)

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Out of curiosity, do any of my mutuals do commissions? I would love to support you guys for some of ya’ll’s lovely art of my silly lil guy here

#ooc #I cry Everytime I see someone make him in their style #it’s my kryptonite #and ALSO #do yall have a cashapp or Zelle ? I just got paid and those are the easiest ways to do it for me tho I can set up smthn else if it’s too #much trouble ksndjs

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“No need t’ apologize, squirt! Ain’t like ya did it on purpose.” Butch assures her, reaching down and picking up her head (which is surprisingly heavier than he thought it would be). Then, he begins peering around as if looking for her other half.

“Ah, where’d yer body go, kiddo? You ain’t gettin’ nowhere without momentum in this state.”

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Oh thank goodness, she's stopped! Thank you, Butch's boot! ... It takes her a few moments to get her eyes back to a non-swirly twirly state. "Oopsh... m'sorry Misser' Butch!" She explained. Molly was never one to tell a lie, however! Not even to herself! She knew exactly what would happen if you did! David Bowie comes in and makes you into a goblin... of course. "Ah' was practicin' my.. my spinnin'! An' BAM! Ah hit th' wall!" The good thing was that she seemed... mostly unharmed. Aside from the obvious. It was a good thing these sorts of things conveniently popped right back into place with some elbow grease!

#all fleshed out #(MOLLY IS SO CUTE I SCREM)

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Butch stands tall (as tall at he can at the height of 5’5) and proud as the other observes his champion belt. It was one of the few physical items he carried on his person that still made his chest swell with pride.

The demon blooded cowboy glances in the direction towards the losers of mention and snorts in amusement, wondering how the other had kept up. It must have been those sour expressions they wore and all that loud tipsy garbling.

“Heh! I’m hopin’ that’s th’ case! Things might just get a bit more interestin’ ‘round here.” As if they weren’t already, he was a sucker for a good fist fight, especially over something dumb like a bet loss.

Smirking, he watches the taller blonde make his way over to the group and claim his prize much the others men’s dismay, quite impressed himself with the other man’s perceptive skills. He can’t help but laugh as the man returns with a bundle of cash.

“Th’ looks on those fellas faces, hah! They ain’t too happy at all!” Butch laughs. “Ya knew what you were doin’ with that one, didn’t ya? Heh!” He chortles, grinning as the others hand makes contact with his shoulder. “You n’ me both, pal! Let’s get in there.” Butch agrees excitedly; the thrill of the possibility of being hit by some flying debris in the midst of witnessing man’s suffering on a bull… ah—there was nothing quite like it!

Butch looks thoughtful of the mention of entering the contest himself, grinning wide. He couldn’t help but enter himself in the contest when he first came about the rodeo, if for nothing else than for old times sake.

“More than a nice deal, f’ya know what yer doin! I went ahead and threw some cash at ‘em when I came in; that’ll double our chances!” He says, nudging the other cowboys side playfully with his elbow.

“An’ I’ll say this now, I got’s a lil’ surprise fer all th’ folks here when it’s my turn.” He says that part whilst cupping a hand over his mouth, a mischevious grin pulling at the corners of his lips, so much so that his gold teeth are visible.

Then, he takes the taller males hand and gives it a very firm and manly shake, followed by a slight nod. “Ya can call me Butch, by th’ way!”

" Champion eh? " The tall man made a low whistle of approval as he leaned down a bit to get a better look at the belt. " Eh! How 'bout that? You're the real deal, that's for sure. " His eyes creased in friendliness and he smiled as he adjusted the rim of his hat.

" And well the feelin's mutual about the company bit! All in all, just seems like everyone's here for a beer and a good time, " he went on. His gaze roamed over the folks hanging around the edges of the ring, observing the interactions. He nodded in one direction. " Tch. Now those poor fellas there? Just lost a ton of money with that last rider. Things miiiight start gettin' a little ugly if the liquor keeps flowing but that's none o' my concern. "

His attention went back to Butch and he gave an easy chuckle. " As for ridin' a bull before? Welllll, I've ridden a lot of things! 'Scuse me a sec don't go away..."

He loped easily over to the group of men he'd pointed out earlier and spent a few minutes chatting amicably amongst them. A few shot him very dirty looks as they grudgingly passed cash his way while a couple of others slapped him on the back jovially. He returned, counting out an impressive amount of money that he stuck away in his jacket.

" I'm familiar with how it works. Bull ridin' I mean, " he continued on, giving Butch an inviting pat on the shoulder. " Here wanna get a little closer look at the buckin' chutes? I like being right up there in the action. "

He shot Butch a grin over his shoulder as he waved the money. " Plus..I finally got the hundred fifty bucks for the contest entrance fee. A shot at winning seven hundred dollars for stickin' to a pissed-off steer's back sounds like a nice deal huh? "

#just another rhinestonecowboy

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“Wouldn’t dream’f it.” Butch retorts, giving that hand an assuring squeeze as Anna begins leading the way.

The cowboy peers around curiously, appreciating the nature that engulfs them the further they press on. Out here, he felt so much closer to the earth than anywhere else, he had noticed.

Coming upon the lake, Butch can’t help but smile at the sight. The sounds, the way the sunlight peeked through the trees—now THIS was something straight out of one of those old romance novels his mother used to collect.

“….It sure is. I betcha get a lotta thinkin’ done out here too, huh?” He asks, glancing at Annalise with a smile. “Gosh, I almost don’t wanna disturb th’ music!” He chuckles, referring to the pure sounds of nature.

"As a matter of fact, I do," Annalise snickered, twirling a lock of her hair around her index finger.

"It's not too far of a walk from here. And yes ...it is getting pretty warm. All these farm chores work up a sweat, don't they?"

#dragonskxn

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Butch tenses up upon feeling a draft from seemingly out of nowhere, jumping slightly when he feels something grab his ankle.

“What th—HEY!” The demon blooded cowboy barks, giving a yank of his leg to no avail. He peers down at the hand grasping his ankle with wide eyes, still keeping a hold on those items. A hand reaches for one of his guns.

“Hands off ‘less ya wanna lose some fingers!”

Butch glances around every now and again to make sure no one is watching, bagging a few expensive looking vases and tucking an antique pocket watch he had found god knows where into his pocket.

Passing by the mirror, he notices something out of the corner of his eye and stops suit, backing up to look into the mirror again only to find his own reflection. Huh. It felt as though he was being followed… perhaps he’s just being paranoid!

With that self assurance, he continues on, slinging the bag over his shoulder with a clank as he continues looking around for items that are worth something.

#fantasyconcrete

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@trondopeacekeeper liked for a starter!

Now Butch had seen a few dragons before but never just out and about! Usually they had some sort of disguise, but not this fella! He looked dressed for the terrain atleast out here in the dessert.

Butch had spotted him from afar, some ways away from his campsite skulking around. It looked as though maybe he was searching for something or someone.

“Hey, big fella!” The cowboy finally calls out, standing up from one of the logs he had been seated on. “Ya need help with somethin? Ya look like ya mighta lost somethin.” He offers, adjusting his hat slightly to block the sun from his eyes.

#trondopeacekeeper #(finally got to this! thanks for your patience. I’ve been obsessed with Spyro ever since I was a kid) #(I am HYPED) #(plus he and Butch probably have a lot in common hehehe)

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“Well, ya’ve never let me down b’fore… I don’t see th’ harm!” Butch decides before looking down at himself. “But, err… lemme get changed int’ somethin’ more comfortable b’fore we head out.” And off the cowboy scurries into Annalise’s cottage to retrieve a fresh pair of his own signature wear. He liked to keep an extra pair over for… reasons. Besides, he was spending more and more time over! Might as well.

Not even a few minutes pass before he’s back at Anna’s side, still in the process of tucking in his shirt and fastening his belt.

“Much better! An’ now fer th’ pièce de résistance as a fancy gal like yerself’d say~” He says, placing his hat atop his head with a grin. He’s just as excited to go shopping; he had never been big on it until recently, seeing what different places had to offer these days and if Anna truly knew a place that could match his aesthetic well, he may just be finding himself a new outfit today! Even if it comes in the form of a dress.

"Like I said, there's tons to choose from nowadays in terms of clothes! Not every dress is going to be all frumpy and grandma-ish."

She's excited to take someone shopping for once — Annalise hardly gets to go out herself since most of the clothes she wears are suited for farm chores.

"I know a few places that would probably suit your style! Aaaand, I could stop by a few places I like, too. I was looking to get something new myself...."

#dragonskxn #(this is too cute of a thread already!! I can’t wait for them to be looking at clothes together eeee!!!)