#campire girl

[mielitta]

#vtuber uprising #envtuber #vtubers of tumblr #vtuber art #vtuber memes #vtuberen #indie vtuber #vampire vtuber #vampire art #campire girl #vtuber model #vtuber showcase #vtuber en #ahh etto #kobeni #kobeni higashiyama #kobeni csm #kobeni meme #girlfailures #women who suck #mielitta #my art

[lionheartedmusings]

i still just need to emphasize how absolutely destroyed blue was today before qtubbo woke up — it got to a point where qbad and qbagi were so utterly destroyed (after qbad died to red and had nothing and qbagi just....... girl was dirt poor, they couldn't go to secret base and the old base had absolutely nothing) that caramel (most likely pomme's admin) had to come online and help defend qbagi. they were so absolutely fucked that the admin took pity on their asses and gave qbagi a campire to survive the event. later they gave qbad two sticks bc he didn't have two fucking sticks to his name. it was *bad* bad.

#qsmp

[void-kissed]

Did somebody be saying Kiss Meme? 5. Accidental kiss for whoever you want! - @edencantstopfallininlove

Oh, now this could be fun. Thank you for this, @edencantstopfallininlove! (tagging you just in case your own tag doesn't work, because I seem to remember that being a thing at one point)

(question source: “F/O Kiss Meme” by self-shipper-snowdrop)

5. Accidental kiss (1042 words)

I decided to write this one for my selfship with Lora, considering the whole "both of us are in love with each other and everyone else in the party is well aware of this but neither of us can work up the courage to confess for ages" aspect that might make an accidental kiss amusing, hehe

It was a calm and clear start to the evening, and most of the party were all sat around a blazing campire as usual, having just finished a delicious meal of Ruska Dumpling Soup that Aegaeon had prepared. Only Haze and Ursula were absent, having briefly gone to collect some late-blooming flowers from the nearby fields together.

There were multiple different conversations going on as the group had separated into smaller clusters - Addam and Hugo were discussing their latest replica and mechanical creations at great length, while Avalon and Minoth were sat together and talking about.. something to do with elemental compatibility? Meanwhile, Jin and Mythra were helping Aegaeon clear up while also trying to have a civil conversation about cooking for once. This left Lora and Aline sitting next to each other by themselves, casually discussing the events of the day.

If not for all the other conversations, they might possibly have heard two quiet sets of footsteps approaching as Haze and Ursula made their way back to the camp. Haze was holding a basket of the flowers the pair had successfully collected, but as she saw the rest of the party in the distance, she stopped and turned to face the young Blade accompanying her.

"Hey, you should run up behind Aline and give her one of these flowers as a surprise. I think that would really make her smile!" she suggested.

"You.. you think so?" the shyer girl responded, looking up at Haze with a characteristic expression of apprehension. "I- I don't want to startle her or anything.."

"I'm sure it'll be fine!" Haze replied, smiling back. "Here, you can pick which one you give her."

"Um.. Okay.."

Tentatively, Ursula took a peek inside the basket the two had filled together, and decided to pick up a flowering piece of angel's sage, looking up at her friend again with wide eyes before letting herself get excited as Haze gave a confident nod of approval. As she watched the younger Blade start to run ahead, she decided to take out a blossom of glossy chamomile and do the same thing for her own Driver with a mischevious grin.

Meanwhile, Lora and Aline were still talking, though there had occasionally been moments where the two of them had drifted off into awkward silence as neither was sure what to say or to do with her feelings. On one of these instances, Aline had trailed off to turn and see what the others in the party were doing, which caused Lora to spot a small bit of spare soup on her cheek.

"Oh, you've got something on your cheek there-"

"Huh??"

Aline turned her head back to face Lora in surprise, causing her hair to swing around and nearly get caught on the liquid in the process.

"Wait!" Lora cried, hurriedly rummaging through her things for spare fabric. "Don't get your hair in it, I'll get it for you-"

Thankfully, she quickly found something to wipe away the stain with, leaving Aline to sit frozen where she was and let Lora do the work. She was staring down at the ground and trying very, very hard not to dissolve into a blushing mess from how close Lora's face was to hers. Lora, for her part, was the exact same way, thinking of both how easy it would be to kiss Aline here, and how absolutely mortified that would make her feel if she actually did it out of the blue like that.

The two were so focused (and/or distracted) that neither realised the meaning of the light and fast footsteps they could hear coming up behind them, nor had time to react as the source of those footsteps unfortunately tripped over a rock just as she got to her destination.

"Aah!"

Ursula had not seen the obstacle coming, and subsequently could not help but tumble forwards from her existing momentum with a soft but panicked cry. This tumble sent her crashing into Aline's back, inadvertently pushing her forwards without warning - and that push made her cheek collide directly with Lora's mouth.

Both of them gasped, as did Haze, though for a different reason - she had quickly come running after Ursula, and was already holding out her crosier to help heal her from the fall. Both Aline and Lora were now somehow even more bright red than before from embarrassment, and all they could do was stare at each other with wide eyes before Aline's attention was quickly dragged towards concern for her Blade.

"Oh, Ursula- are you alright, poppet??" she asked quickly, turning around and kneeling down to try and help her. The young girl had tears in her eyes, which glittered like snowflakes thanks to her ice-element powers.

"U-Um, I- I'm sorry..!" she whimpered back in a wobbling voice. "I didn't mean to run into you, I'm really sorry.."

"Please don't worry about that- I promise you, it's fine." Aline said, gently taking the girl's hand in reassurance. "You don't need to apologise for anything, I assure you. Are you okay, though?"

"Um.. Yeah, I think so.." she said softly, looking over towards Haze, who was expertly applying a stream of healing ether to her graze. "Th-Thank you, Miss Haze.."

"It's alright." Haze responded with a smile. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay!"

Lora, meanwhile, was still completely frozen from trying to process what had just transpired, and was staring down at the ground with wide eyes of shock and a bright-red face. None of the others would fault her for not moving to help Ursula - she would have come to her aid in an instant if not for what had just transpired, but all in the party were keenly aware that the girl was not always comfortable with having lots of people fussing over her all at the same time, so it worked out perfectly fine that she was not involved in the situation. All she could do was keep staring, and being extremely thankful that none of the others in the group had seen the entirety of what had just happened.

After all, what had just happened was that she'd just kissed her crush - by accident, admittedly, but still!

#a call from the void #heart of the void #selfshipping #love: knight of the people (lora) #selfship: to fight for what matters (lora/aline) #self‑insert: hope without courage (aline) #and also featuring #daughter: arctic harmony (ursula) #friend: windfall memories (haze) #and everyone else but those two more prominently #familial F/Os #platonic F/Os #of gods and titans (xenoblade chronicles) #out of the inbox #selfship asks #eden tag! #we lost an hour in the process of me writing this and I am also tired from fatebreakers so i apologise if this is not my best writing #i need to sleep

[leossmoonn]

okay so havent gotten to this point in the show bc it was like two eps ago but theres a scene in tiu where jack and beck take the kids to this lil lake that froze over and taught them how to ice skate🥰

anyways this me stealing another tiu idea and making it a murdock fam concept to submit to you🕺

Banging my head against a wall

“Just keep ahold of our hands, okay?” You say.

“Okay, mommy,” Jackie nods.

“I already know how to skate!” Percy breaks out of your grasp.

“NO PERCY! Matt, hold Jackie.”

You hurry up and skate to your son, trying to catch him before he falls. Tbh percy actually isn’t that bad. He got his agility and balance from his father hehe. But you have to be a mom and make sure your kids are okay

“Percy! Stop!” You yell.

“Mom, look! I’m doing it!” Percy laughs.

Matt skates over to you with Jackie. “Just let him have his fun.”

“No, Matt. He’s going to fall and hurt himself.”

“And if he does, then we’ll help him and get him back up again. He needs to learn how to do things by himself and make mistakes.”

Giving very much Jack Pearson vibes

Now of course, Matt is worried just ad much ad you are. But he can feel that Percy will be okay.

Now with Jackie… miss girl cannot skate. Even when you spent 20 mins guiding her, the second she lets go, she falls. Man it makes her so angry bc we all know she thinks she’s unstoppable and she’s a perfectionist. So of course, Matt saves the day by falling with her and say

“It’s okay not to be perfect, baby. You don’t have to be perfect at everything. Especially not at ice skating.”

“But Percy is good at it!”

“You two just have different strengths, and that’s okay. You’re good at so many others things, I’ve skating doesn’t even matter. Do you wanna go and help daddy set up the campire? You’re really good at that.”

And just like that, Jackie is back to laughing and smiling

#dad matt murdock #matt concepts

[purplecatdad]

Rarepair Week “First Kiss”

Part of the RDR Events Rarepair Week!

Prompt: First Kiss

Arthur/Kieran | Teens and Up | Canon-Divergence | CW Shot wounds

Arthur isn’t part of the VDL Gang in this one, he is just some outcast who some day runs into a skittish young man with a bad wound and decides to help him! 

AO3 Link will follow. 

Kieran knew that she shouldn’t have trusted them. He knew that, after all, the van der Linde gang wasn’t all much different from the O’Driscolls. And that they absolutely would kill them the moment they had no need for him anymore. 

He still cursed himself as he was riding Branwen, hard and fast through the shrubs, making his way through Cumberland Forest to the general direction of the Grizzlies, up north where he hoped for safety. He was terrified of the animals there but he hoped that he’d be able to lose the gang there.

“Come on, girl. I know you can do it”, he whispered to Branwen, pressing his legs into her sides to push her forwards even though he knew that she was running for her life as well.

A shot went off that grazed her shoulder, both Kieran and Branwen crying out. He couldn’t lose this horse, not after everything they went through. Another shot and this time Kieran felt blinding pain through his leg. He cried out, felt the blood seeping down through the fabric of his shirt but he grabbed the reins tighter. No matter how much blood he’d lose, he had to get away from Dutch’s boys before they could catch up to them. 

He just passed Fort Wallace when he heard the train whistling, announcing it’s arrival at the nearby station. Luckily, Kieran knew the area since he had camped up here with his former gang before so he pushed Branwen forward towards Baccus station, up the mountains. This was his chance, if he could only get the train between himself and his pursuers he might live to see another day. 

They were galloping up towards the station, the train rushing towards them. Kieran pushed Branwen to keep running forward. He heard how they passed the train tracks, the train dangerously close. He heard Bill curse loudly behind him as the train rushed over the tracks right after Kieran had passed them. He still made Branwen run, still as fast just to get some more distance between them. The train came to a halt, stopping for the few passengers that would leave at the station and Kieran prayed to whoever would hear it that the gang wouldn’t try to get around the train. 

As he passed the Donner Falls, the rushing of the water drowning out any other sound he dared to slow down Branwen, sitting down heavily in the saddle and leaning back. He looked behind himself, scanning the area for any possible threat … but there was none. He sighed gently, slumping down in the saddle and gently scratching Branwen’s neck. “We did it, girl …” he said and gently nudged her forward. Even though he had lost them, he knew that he couldn’t just stay here. He needed a proper camp, some place to rest up, to take care of his wounds.

Branwen was breathing hard, her walk now painstakingly slow but he didn’t have the energy to make her move faster. His vision got blurry, his mind started spinning. He looked over at his leg again, the blood dripping out of the wound. He knew that he should cover it up, but … His vision went black and all he heard was a “You alright there, mister?!” before he lost consciousness. 

--

Kieran woke up to the smell of something cooking on a campfire. It made his stomach growl loudly before he could even open his eyes properly and he heard a low rumble of a man chuckling close to him. 

“Least yer still hungry.” He heard a stranger’s voice as he slowly sat up, blinking as he took in his surroundings. He was surrounded by trees, the early morning sun just rising above the horizon in the distance. A small campfire was lit next to the lean-to tent he was now sitting in, a man crouching next to it as he stirred around in the pot. 

The stranger was impressively large, broad shoulders, some scruff on his face, an old leather hat on top of his head. He looked rough, like a man that was used to living outside but when he looked over at Kieran there was a smile on his face and his eyes seemed kind and friendly. “Name’s Arthur. Found yer bleeding out on your horse, fixed yer up, didn’t want you dying on me. Breakfast’s almost ready.”

Kieran stared at him for a moment, not used to kindness like this. “Where’s my horse?” he blurted out, not interested in making conversation now. “Is she alright?” 

The other man chuckled softly at that and motioned towards a closeby tree, where three horses were standing. An impressively tall, black dappled thoroughbred standing next to an arabian with a brindled coat, unlike anything Kieran had ever seen. And right next to them was his horse. “Branwen!” He called out, got up and ran towards her. Halfway there his vision got dark again and he almost stumbled into her. 

“Woha there”, suddenly the stranger was standing close to him as well, steading him with a hand on his arm, his grip firm but gentle. “You lost a lotta blood, make sure to rest some b’fore you start runnin’ like that.”

Kieran closed his eyes until the world stopped spinning, blushing slightly as he realized how close the handsome stranger actually was to him. He excused himself as he got out of his grip and focused back on Branwen. “She got shot, I-” as he stroked down her neck towards her shoulder he realized that her wound had been tended to. Surprised, he looked up at Arthur who just shrugged gently. 

“I know a thing or two ‘bout horses. Took care of her wound .. but she’ll be alright.”

Kieran stared at him for a moment, then looked at Branwen before he looked back to the pot of stew on the fire. “Why… why would you do all this … for a stranger? What’s in it for you?” He had never met anybody who would just do something out of goodwill for a person they didn’t actually know. 

Arthur shook his head, an amused smile on his lips. “Ain’t nothin’ in for me, ‘s far ‘s I know. But helpin’ folk.. ‘s the righ thing to do ‘s all. Now, let’s get some good into ya.”

So they sat down around the campire together. Arthur served them both some stew, made with rabbit and some wild carrots. Kieran had to hold himself back not to gobble it all down within seconds after being starved out by the van der Linde gang. Arthur seemed to notice how hungry he was because he immediately refilled Kieran’s bowl after he had finished the first one.  

“So, why’d you get shot?” Arthur asked eventually as Kieran was halfway done with his second server. “Pissed off the wrong fellar?” Kieran thought about it for a moment. He knew that mentioning a gang could seem a bit too threatening. He didn’t want to risk Arthur sending him away again if he learned that he had been hunted down by some outlaws … that he used to be a part of. But he also felt bad keeping it from him. What if they actually found him here, O’Driscolls or Dutch’s boys? 

“... It’s a long story. But something like that, yeah. I was … they had tied me up for a while, got away though. Don’t think they followed me, though. I ain’t important enough for that.”

“Shit. Ya wanna talk to the law?”

Kieran looked up at him, shaking his head. “No … no, better not. I ain’t … well …”, he wasn’t even sure if the local law would know his name, he never played a big role in any gang that he was running with. But it was still not a good idea to get the law involved. What would Arthur think of that, though? 

“‘s alright. I ain’t exactly friendly with the law either”, Arthur assured him and set his bowl aside. “Feel free to stick around, I don’t mind a little company.”

Kieran watched him for a moment, wondering if Arthur actually meant what he said or if he was just saying it to be polite. To him, Arthur didn’t seem like the kind of man who just said something to be polite, though. And so he smiled and gave him a little nod. “I’d love to.”

--

And so they spent the next weeks together. Arthur told him about the Arabian he had caught. “Stripey”, as he called the young stallion just for the time being. Apparently there were two brothers down by Rhodes who’d give a good price for a horse like that, even without papers. So Arthur usually caught wild horses, the pretty ones that looked fast and strong. He was good with horses as he had worked on a ranch for a good part of his life and therefore had an easy time taming them. 

Arthur had said that he didn’t like the word “breaking” because it wasn’t what he did. He explained to Kieran that horses wanted to trust and follow anyway, that it was in their nature. That people didn’t have to break their will in order for them to do what they wanted. And Kieran couldn’t agree more. He told Arthur about Branwen and that he never trusted anybody more than his horse. He told him about how he had found her as a young mare, kind and sweet but about to be put down for a simple injury on her leg as she wasn’t able to “make money” like this. Back then Kieran had pleaded with the owner to please let her go, that he would take her for free even if she couldn’t walk properly so the farmer didn’t have to waste a bullet on her. But the man had just laughed at him and sent him away. So Kieran had done what every reasonable horse lover would do - he had stolen Branwen away the next night and vanished with her. 

When Kieran was done with his story Arthur had smiled at him in sympathy. It was something they could bond over - their passion and love for horses. And even if they looked fairly different, they had a lot of things in common. Both of them were never able to settle down anywhere. Chased away, running from the law, not belonging to anybody. But it made them belong together and so Kieran decided to run with him and help him train the horses. 

Arthur was one of the kindest men Kieran had ever met - sure, he didn’t talk much and got a little loud when he drank (which he always did after they sold a horse) but he never insulted him, never made fun of him for being a little jumpy at times. He even took his time to teach Kieran how to read and write after Kieran had admired him for his pretty handwriting one day and admitted that he couldn’t read any of it. 

Kieran caught himself staring at Arthur now and then as well. When he was concentrating on a task, cleaning his hunting rifle or speaking softly to one of the horses. Arthur was a beautiful man with the most amazing voice that Kieran has ever heard and blue eyes with the prettiest speckles of green when the sun hit them just right. Kieran had known that he fancied men but the longer he spent his time with Arthur the more he realized that falling in love with one was even a possibility. He didn’t just admire him for his body, didn’t just desire him … he just enjoyed his company and being with him in the simplest way. He didn’t dare confess anything to him, though. He knew what people did with men like him. And while Arthur was kind and caring, Kieran didn’t know what he thought about “queers”. So Kieran kept quiet and just stuck to his way of admiring him from a distance.  

--

After they had sold Stripey they had made their way up north again because Arthur had heard that there was another Arabian up by Lake Isabella. A white one this time and it really sparked both of their interests. Kieran knew that it meant coming back to Valentine because it was the logical stop before the hike up north but Arthur promised him that he was a good shot and that he’d keep him safe (which made Kieran blush) so they did it. 

Luckily they didn’t meet any of the van der Linde gang on their way through town or up the mountain. It was quite the hike and Kieran wondered if it was really worth the trip but when Arthur told him to join him up in his tent at night to keep each other warm with their body heat he stopped wondering about it and just agreed that yes, it was a fantastic idea to get up into the snow together. 

When they finally found said horse Kieran was in awe. She was a beauty, her fur so white that they both almost hadn’t noticed her in the snow. Arthur called her Snowdrop. She was a piece of work though, wild at heart and not very trusty. Arthur even wondered if she had ever been mistreated by a person before because she was so skittish in the beginning but she didn’t bare any scars that indicated it. 

They chose a different path down the mountain this time as Arthur had some “business” to attend in Strawberry. At first, Kieran was happy about it. He had been around the area before and had always found it rather pretty. But when they had made camp at the foot of Mount Shann everything changed. 

“Oh, ain’t that good ol’ Kieran Duffy!” he heard coming from a line of trees. The sun already vanished so it was hard to see, especially after tending to the fire but Kieran recognized the voice immediately. It was the voice of Carter Jenkins, one of those who had always loved to bully him during his time at the O’Driscolls.  

“Carter!”, Kieran yelled as he jumped up. “J-just leave us be! No need to shoot!”, he said as he saw the weapons in his and his companion’s hands. He wasn’t alone, in fact he was with 3 other people, all of whom Kieran recognized from his time with his former gang. Oh, this wasn’t good. 

“Hmm, you know if you give us all your money and the horses … I might consider it. Though I’m sure Colm would love to see you himself. You know that he prefers to kill the traitors himself.”

Kieran’s eyes widened but before anybody could say anything else, Arthur had pulled out his gun and shot Carter right into his face. All eyes where on him for a second before the other two raised their guns at Arthur and shot. Kieran yelled out his name and tried to get between him and the others but he was too slow to get between them in time.

Arthur went down but so did the other three men. Kieran stared at them in surprise for a split second. Arthur had always told him that he was a good shot and Kieran had believed him. But three people, right through the heart in the matter of only a few seconds? 

The thud of Arthur’s body hitting the ground pulled Kieran out of his thoughts and he crouched down next to Arthur to inspect his wounds. two of them were just minor graze wounds but one had shot right through his shoulder, blood seeping out of the wound and Arthur groaning loudly. 

“Oh shit, oh shit .. Arthur! Stay with me!” Kieran said to him with his voice full of panic and distress. He didn’t know what to do so he just took off his shirt and pressed it down on the wound to stop the bleeding. 

“Ain’t .. goin’ nowhere …”, Arthur moaned softly. “Just … gotta shut the wound …”, he said, slowly opening his eyes and looking up at Kieran. “Can you do that? Just .. some gunpowder and fire .. should do it …” Arthur’s eyes squeezed shut again, most likely from the pain.

“Gunpowder .. yes I ..”, frantically he looked around until he saw Arthur’s revolver in the dirt. He let go of his blood soaked shirt, got to the gun and pulled out one of the bullets. He had seen this way of shutting a wound once before. It wasn’t pretty and he knew that it hurt - but it was quicker than shutting it with a needle and threat. And the things he needed were far more available right now. 

After he had ripped open the shirt around the wound he pried open the bullet with his teeth, poured the gunpowder into the wound and lit it on fire with a small, burning stick from the campfire. He jumped when the gunpowder caught fire, his nose full of the smell of Arthur’s burning flesh he had to gag as Arthur yelled out in pain before going still. 

“Arthur?!” He waited for a response but there was nothing. For a few seconds he feared the worst but then he focused and realized that Arthur’s chest was still rising and falling. He was breathing. Alive. Shock had probably knocked him out, he had seen it before in people he had fought with side by side. He just had to keep him warm and protected during the night and then hopefully he would be awake the next morning. 

So he set to work. He carefully dragged Arthur into the tent and put all the blankets that they had on top of him before he dug out a grave for the dead O’Driscolls. He knew that he didn’t have to but it felt wrong to just leave them lying outside. It was the right thing to do. And while Kieran knew that he wasn’t the greatest of men, he wanted to be honorable.

When he was done with the quick burial he went back into the tent. It had been a rather cool day during this early summer and the floor wasn’t the driest so he worried about Arthur. For a moment he hesitated but then he shut the tent as securely as he could and slipped under the blanket with Arthur. He hoped that Arthur would understand it the next morning - that he only did this to keep his body temperature up, to make sure that he would recover from the shot. 

Kieran clung to Arthur that night, hugging him to make sure that he’d notice any shift or change in the other man. He prayed to whichever god would listen that Arthur would make it. He couldn’t lose him. Couldn’t lose the only human companion he ever trusted or cared about. Arthur had shown him kindness when nobody else would and had protected him from the monsters of his past, in more than just one sense. It wasn’t fair that he was the one lying in a tent with a shot wound. It should’ve been Kieran. But it seemed like yet another cruel joke of fate that it wasn’t him who had gotten hit. Just another good thing that might be taken from him. “You gotta make it…”, Kieran whispered as he got even closer to Arthur, listening to his weak breath and closing his eyes. “You will survive. You have to.”

Eventually he drifted off into a light sleep. Worry and adrenaline had worn him out so much that he was just too exhausted to stay awake, even if he knew that he should’ve. He still slept restless, dreams of the past and a dark future creeping up on him and keeping him worried all night, even in his sleep. He finally found rst in the early morning hours, awake but happy that Arthur was still breathing, still warm next to him. 

Another hour passed and Arthur slowly stirred awake. Kieran sat up right away, looking down at the handsome man. He was beautiful like this. And when Arthur looked up at him, a smile on his face, Kierasn couldn’t help himself. “You’re alive”, he whispered before he bent down and kissed Arthur’s lips. Gentle and careful, but also full of joy to see the other alive. Shocked, he realized what he had done and pulled away, now staring down at Arthur who looked at him in confusion. “I- I’m sorry … I didn’t .. I … uh …”

Arthur’s features softened and he chuckled gently. “Nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout. Was wonderin’ when you’d finally do it”, he said and pulled Kieran down for another kiss. 

#RDRRarepairWeek #RDR2 #Arthur/Kieran #Kierthur #Red Dead Redemption 2 #RDR #Fanfic #my fics #RDREvents #RDRsafehaven #First Kiss #dad writes

[thelazyredart]

Old test for some Amateur Surgeon characters

#mediatonic #amateur surgeon #adult swim #game art #game character #sprites #characters #cartoon #gameart #game artist #illustration #illustrator #horse man #woman #indigenous #cannibal #japanese girl #weeabo #campire #bunny man

[whatiwillsay]

was a mistake to not call the cam girls campires

[bluetraverser]

Finding Life - Chapter 36 - preview - Spirit’s Eve

“...so, Spirit’s Eve is coming up. Do you know what costume you’ll wear yet?”

Robert blinked. “I… haven’t really done that since I was a kid. And even then… I was never really...uhm.” He sighed. “...since they thought that I was a girl and my parents are a bit conservative, I wasn’t exactly...happy with my options, most of the time.”

“...Oh shoot, I’m sorry. I hadn’t even considered that you would associate it like that.”

Robert shrugged. “It’s fine. You plan on dressing up, then?”

Elliott grinned. “Of course! I love Halloween! I didn’t even learn about it being a real thing that is still practiced until after I had Gotten Away, but after that I got dressed up every year, even if I could only attend public celebrations. I have a vampire outfit and a campire outfit and a video-game-vampire-outfit….” He counted them off on his hand, excited. Robert laughed quietly. “Do you have any non-vampire outfits?!”

“Sure! The first one I went with was actually for a demon. Then a chaotic wizard. But then I liked dressing as a vampire so much I sort of chose variations on it every year… You could try one my old costumes if you’d like, I’m sure you would look marvelous in any one of them...” He pictured his partner in the flowing shirts and frills. “...although I confess it might make me want to take them off of you again immediately...” He wiggled his eyebrows at him. Robert laughed. He put his own chin in his hand and leaned with his elbow on the table, smiling at him. “I’m not sure I could pull it off, I lack your fabulous hair.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’d look ravishing in a pearl frill shirt and tight dress pants...”

Robert growled quietly. “You rather make me want to see you in those outfits...”

“Hmm...” He grasped his partners other hand, softly kissing his fingers. “I’m perfectly willing to show off each one of them to you, if I still have all the parts… but I would prefer to come up with a new costume for this year. One only gets a limited amount of Halloween costumes in a lifetime and I want to enjoy it as much as I can. Perhaps we could come up with a partner costume?”

Robert chuckled. “What, like a...zebra? I’m the legs and you’re the head or something like that?!”

“While that might be fun, I was thinking of something more classy… how about...” he leaned back, picturing how his partner would look in different clothes. “...noir-style detectives. We already have the fedoras. We could both dress as old-style cops and treat the Halloween festivities as a scene we need to investigate or something like that. There is a maze every year, we could terribly overact possible clues we might find or treat each costumed person as a suspect for a possibly crime that has been committed. Perhaps the construction of the maze itself could be seen as a crime...” he idly played with his tie, thinking.

“I can see you’re very taken with the idea...” Robert grinned at him. “Playing a detective would be fun… I do have some of the forensic lingo down, at least...”

Elliott looked at him calculating for a moment. “...I mean… I would love to do a costume like that with you, but of course only if you feel comfortable with it. I wouldn’t want you to feel bitter about costuming as a cop...”

Robert shook his head. “No, that's okay. It would be fun. Though I think I can’t pull off a trench-coat. I could dig out my old leather jacket and wear that one, though, that would fit too, right?”

“You have a leather-jacket?”

“Yeah. By now it probably even fits me correctly.”

“Hrrm...Why haven’t I seen you in that yet?”

“Because you’d tear it off me again in a minute?” Robert smirked. “...but also, its in one of the boxes that I never unpacked due to lack of space. It should be in the bottom of my cupboard somewhere.”

“Well, it certainly sounds good… so let’s see… you need a shirt, grey dress pants and...I’m thinking some vintage boots. And suspenders, of course. For myself I think I’ll just need to get a trench-coat and maybe some leather boots...” He grinned at his partner, picturing him in the outfit. This would be fun.

Full chapter at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28793223/chapters/89705071

#stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #sdv #sdv fanfic #sdv elliott

[ulec-elec]

Chaper 2

Anyway, this morning they sat in the lab, like the other students, waiting for Prof. Burns to show up. Casper sat next to Ra and Mantha who were pretty concentrated on each other. Casper tried to start a conversation. Pathetic of him to try. "So and then I said- okay." The ghost paused, staring at them. They took a glimpse back, to show him, that the could go on. Casper continued: "Well Like I said... Oh come on!" A long pause again, but this time Casper wasn't recognized. This was going on for the whole week. He wondered how movie friday, well today, would work out that way.

It was their thing to watch a ton of movies on friday night. But concidering that he did spent almost none of his spare time with them over the last week.

Meanwhile at the other side of the room.

Thatch was struggeling over his seat. Dummy sat on it while kissing Slither, pretty intensly if you will. The vampire sighed. Those two where so stressfull.

Yesterday he couldn't even leave the room because of them blocking the door. "Guys?" Both stopped but looked at him pretty annoyed. "Can I sit down? You know on my chair?" They glared at him but then continued kissing each other.

Luckily Professor Burns stepped in and Thatch could finally sit down. Thatch's toughts drove away when the teacher started to talk about the school trip. But he immediately felt a pokeing on his shoulder. "We're sharing a room right?" Slither asked and Thatch remembered. He hadn't told them yet.

"I'm not coming with you." He wispered. The campire answered his friend's "Huh?" with a simple: "Got punished." Slither looked at him annoyed and confused. "Yeah Alder and Dash needed to feel big again.", Thatch just muttered before becoming silent.

It wasn't a good idea to tell his friend about the fact that he got a little too angry over his new relationship. "Great and who is my roommate for the next three days?" Slither muttered. Thatch just shruged his shoulders.

But Slither wasn't the only one with that problem. "You're mean Casp. Now I have to share the room with some douche." Ra complained. "Sorry." The ghost grinned. Mantha tryed to calm her boyfriend. "Ra, calm down, we won't spent much time in our dorms anyway." "You're right and I can sneak into the girls dorms at anytime anyway." The prince joked. "Yeah, because you're a beautiful girl." Mantha laughed and leaned against the mummy. „The hottest you mean.“ he joked.

Professor Burns then started his lesson, for real now. "We will start with a small groupproject. Get together in a group of three, then read the text I hand out and sumerrize it." Casper looked at his partners, which where cuddling, then he scanned the room for people who could be in need of a partner. It was likely to be left with a ton of work, wich was made for three. No one was left.

Casper sighed, should he even ask if they would help them? He opened his mouth, but closed it immediately when they started giggling. He just started to read through the text Professor Burns gave them.

When he looked around the room again, his eyes met es with Thatch's, who sat with crossed arms next to Dummy and Slither, which were almost as productive as Mantha and Ra. The vampire looked exhausted and Casper couldn't blame him, compared to them Mantha and Ra were enemys. 

Casper gave him a sympathetic and understanding smirk. Thatch answered with shruging his shoulders. Both blinked at each other before the ghost got back to work.

Thatch turned around. Refusing to do the work of three. His grades were good, this won't cost him that much. Dummy and Slither were still kissing, when his thoughts drifted away again. Monday he would have his peace. Three solid days without those two, or everyone else. Well except Casper but the vampire guessed he could manage to not meet him. The rest of the lesson went okay, except for getting yelled at by their teacher, but Thatch didn't mind.

On their way to lunch Thatch talked to Mosshead, fucking Mosshead, he never talked to Mosshead.

And the more he talked with him he remembered why. The hell could someone talk that much shit in like three minutes? Dude keep your love life to your self! When they sat down at a table.

Oh here we go. Slither and Dummy started fighting. They already did that when they weren't a couple. Great. He sighed. Of course it was his job to solve that problem.

Casper sat there minding his own business trying not listen to the "nickname fight" of his friends. "No I love you more honey" Ra wispered. "No Babe, I love you the most." Mantha answered, before they stared kissing again.

The ghost was confused, since Mantha was the one who always was making fun about couples, which would bomb each other with nicknames. Casper chewed on the straw of his juice, when he saw his saviour.

Wolfie was about to pass their table. Casper singhed him to sit down from afar. The werewolf froze, he looked at the despairing ghost, then at the couldig couple next to Casp and then shook his head very carefully. Casper's moth formed the word "Please" without a sound. Wolfie shook his head again, feeling obviously very sorry for Casper, but then he stepped backwards and searched for another table. Who could blame him actually. Why sit with a cheesy couple when you could sit with the girl you have the hots for?

Casper realized he probably had been staring at the floor like a psychopath for a few minutes. He turned back to his friends. Ra had his arm wrapped around Mantha. Both smiling. Okay, no one was denying that they were a cute.

Then he remembered. "What's on for movie night by the way?" The ghost asked. Now his friends looked shocked. "What?" He asked, trying to deny that bad feeling. "I'm sorry dude we totally forgot. We booked this table and wanted to go clubbing afterwards." Ra explained. "But we totally can do that tomorrow too we-"

Casper interruped Mantha: "Oh No, it's fine. We can watch movies another day. Enjoy the evening." His friends looked at each other. "You sure?" Ra asked. The ghost nodded. "Thank you Casp." Mantha smiled.

Later that night Casper layed in his bed staring at the sealing. Well Not really. The room was dark. He didn't really notice the music that was playing in the back.

He sighed. He knew it wasn't a big deal. He knew movie friday itself wasn't a big deal either. But still he was hurt. He closed his eyes hoping that would help him calm down.

The ghost muttered to himself: "I'll get used to this. I have to."

#casper‘s scare school #caspers scare school #casper #thatch #fanfic #ole content

[dweetwise]

A Jeff x Ace prompt extending from the werebear ask, which you can make as nsfw or clean as you'd like: Ace and Jeff are relaxing and talking together away from the campire, which escalates to cuddling and rolling around, changing positions a lot. Ace rolls himself ontop of Jeff's torso, leaving Jeff on his back and face up... looking into the full moon hanging in the sky. 🐻 time.

ok ngl i vibed hard with this ask, i never even considered this ship before but now i love it bless you <3 this is just self-indulgent fluff with a sprinkle of angst, apologies if you wanted a crackfic! (based on these headcanons!)

word count: 3772

(werebear!)Jeff X Ace ft. tooth-rotting fluff

Jeff doesn’t know when he’s last been this happy. The warm laughter of the man next to him never fails to calm his nerves, and he smiles at the joke the other cracks despite it not being one of his best.

Ace is gesturing animatedly, in the middle of telling another story of riches and grandeur from his youth, a glint in his familiar brown eyes and a grin staying on his face the entire time. Jeff knows the other can come across as overbearing to some, seemingly never running out of bad jokes and incredulous tales, but Jeff can’t see himself ever tiring of hearing Ace talk.

One of Ace’s hands nearly smacks him in the face when he tries to show just how big of a pile of poker chips he won in the illegal game. Jeff is thankful for his quick reflexes when he’s able to grab the eager hand before it hits his brow, and Ace pauses mid-sentence to offer him a sheepish grin, looking apologetic.

When Jeff brings the hand to his mouth and brushes his lips over the dry knuckles, Ace’s expression softens into a fond smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. When Ace looks at him like that, it’s almost enough for Jeff to forget what a monster he is.

He would have never imagined letting the others know about his curse could allow him to grow closer to some of them. He expected everyone to be scared and disgusted, distancing themselves and maybe even kicking him out of their shared camp. He wouldn’t have blamed them; who would want to share their only safe place with a werebear?

Instead, the majority had been surprisingly understanding, and Jeff was taken aback by just how worried Claudette and some of the others were about him instead of fearing for themselves. A few of the more tactical survivors like Bill vowed not to treat him any differently than before, recognizing the strategic advantage of his strength in trials.

But by far the biggest surprise had been Ace. The other reacting to the revelation with humor was nothing out of the ordinary, but he also made it a point to constantly BE there, often butting in with a well-timed joke when the likes of David or Tapp were giving Jeff a hard time.

“Gentlemen, please!” Ace had said with a warm smile, a hand on Tapp’s tense shoulder as he managed to slink between David and Jeff. “You know Jeff wouldn’t hurt a fly—he’s a big softie!”

“He’s unpredictable—” Tapp tried to argue.

“Hmm, see, I recall a certain ms. Kimura breaking my arm on one occasion, not to mention David clocking Quentin square in the face. Oh, remember the time Meg kicked Ash and broke his knee? That was fun!”

“What’s yer point?” David spat.

“That you should be grateful the one with this power is someone with better self-control,” Ace said and stared David straight in the eye, and Jeff saw defiance burning in the gamblers’ usually friendly eyes.

“I’m sorry baby, I got a little carried away,” Ace says, snapping Jeff out of his thoughts. “You know you can just tell me to shut up.”

“And miss hearing about the biggest jackpot of the decade? Not a chance,” he says with a smile, giving Ace’s hand a squeeze before releasing it.

“Sweet of you to pretend you haven’t heard this story ten times before,” Ace smirks, adjusting his wide-brimmed hat before leaning closer.

“My favorite part is how the pot gets bigger every retelling,” Jeff teases, and gets an amused huff and a light slap against his arm for his troubles.

“Had to tone it down at first, lest you not believe me,” Ace murmurs, face now only inches from his own. Jeff chuckles and tilts his head down to capture the man’s smiling lips in a kiss, having long since learned that Ace will keep talking until he gets the last word.

Jeff remembers when he first realized Ace’s friendliness might be more than just looking out for a brother. He’d gotten back from a trial where he had to transform, and his shirt had been ripped during the process, getting snagged on a tree branch. Back at camp, he loaned a needle and some thread from Quentin to mend the garment. He’d gone to the edge of camp and pulled the shirt off, not realizing he had an audience until he heard a gasp.

Jeff saw some of the girls look over, and he flushed a little at being on display. He wasn’t particularly self-conscious about his body, but the only other person to ever have been shirtless in camp was David, and he knew his own physique was vastly different from the brawler’s. Still, Jeff saw Nancy blush and Zarina avert her eyes, and Kate even blew him a little kiss—which made him feel a little better—before the trio went back to their previous conversation.

And then he spotted a blatantly staring Ace, barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes. So Ace had a certain kind of reputation, flirting with everyone and even trying some pick-up lines on the killers, and Jeff was no stranger to the occasional cheesy compliments. He expected a tacky wolf-whistle, or maybe some more bear puns due to the generous amount of hair covering his chest, but instead Ace just kept ogling him.

“Well?” Jeff had finally asked, bolder than he meant to, but it made Ace snap out of it and look up at his face, blinking a couple times as to piece his thoughts back together.

“Don’t stop on my behalf,” Ace eventually purred, offering an exaggerated wink before his gaze dropped down to Jeff’s jeans. Jeff gave an amused snort and shook his head in exasperation, sitting down on a tree stump to start fixing his shirt. But some of his focus remained on the gambler, and out of the corner of his eye he caught Ace sneaking glances and fidgeting more than usual, like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with his hands, trying and failing to appear casual.

A warm hand cups his cheek, and Jeff can’t see himself ever tiring of kissing Ace. If he had his art supplies, he’s pretty sure he could fill an entire gallery with just Ace as his muse. The way his well-trimmed goatee scrapes against Jeff’s own unruly beard, the faint scent of cheap cologne that seems permanently etched into some of his shirts, and the slight softness around his hip when Jeff wraps and arm around him. The way he moans when Jeff bites at his lip, and the way it makes Jeff’s heart flutter and warm feelings of affection spread through his chest.

Ace lays down on the ground and pulls Jeff with him, hands wrapped around his neck and lips never leaving each other’s. Jeff cups the back of Ace’s head to cushion the fall against the ground, careful to guide him away from the rock they have been leaning against.

Ace’s long limbs are sprawled out below Jeff and he tries to deepen the kiss, groaning softly and hands tangling in Jeff’s ponytail. Ace is not a patient man, as Jeff had figured out even before they started dating. Still, Jeff wants to savor the moment, feeling even more sentimental than usual due to the fond memories of the man. He pulls away from the kiss, moving to pepper Ace’s stubbled jawline with butterfly kisses while the other swears softly and yanks at his hair in retaliation.

He'll never forget realizing his own feelings for the man ran much deeper than friendliness and a fleeting infatuation. It had been an easy trial, generators popping left and right while Ace kept the Hillbilly busy. Dwight got the gate open just as Ace finally took a chainsaw to the back and went down with a scream, and Jeff and the remaining two teammates started planning a rescue, their chances looking good as Nea had brought Borrowed Time into the trial.

However, instead of hooking Ace, the killer had merely stood above his prone body, revving his chainsaw menacingly. Ace had clearly managed to get under his skin, and now he was going to make sure the man bled out on the ground even if it meant displeasing the Entity. Jeff didn’t blame Nea and Dwight for leaving, as there wasn’t anything they could do. But he could.

Jeff looked up at the full moon above the Autohaven junkyard and let himself transform into the alter form he hated so much, his determination drowning out some of the pain. With the steadily ticking end game timer leaving no time to waste, Jeff took off in a sprint back into the trial grounds, his four legs carrying him much faster than any other survivor could run.

The Hillbilly spotted him charging and as Jeff tackled the killer to the ground and away from Ace, the grimy chains of the machine dug into the flesh of his shoulder through the thick fur. It was far from enough to stop him, and he roared in pain and lifted his massive paw up to strike at the killer. The next few seconds were a blur, but soon the killer underneath him wasn’t moving at all and the discarded chainsaw laid to the side, sputtering quietly.

Not wasting any more time on the killer, Jeff hurried over to where Ace was laying. Relief flooded through him upon seeing the man was still conscious, looking at him even while he was too tired to lift his head up from the muddy ground.

“Didn’t have to come back for… little old me,” Ace croaked, his voice barely above a whisper, forcing a pained, blood-stained grin on his face.

Jeff knew they didn’t have much time, both Ace’s injuries and the Entity’s impatience ensuring the gambler’s impending doom. Jeff had never been able to change back to a human at will, and thus was unable to tend to the man’s gaping wounds. Ace wasn’t getting out of here on foot, and they both knew it.

Jeff laid down on his stomach next to the man, rolling a little on his side to hopefully allow Ace to crawl on top of his back. He was either carrying the bastard out of here or dying laying next to him; he refused to leave the broken man to suffer alone.

“Didn’t take you for a little spoon,” Ace, mangled badly enough to barely have the energy to raise his arm forward, still joked weakly. Jeff let out a small sigh, both relieved and annoyed, but it came out more like a low growl. Ace didn’t seem to care, his shaky hand finding purchase in the fur of Jeff’s neck and gripping tight. Jeff rolled back on his feet, hauling Ace’s mostly limp body with him. With only a small shrug he managed to position the man securely on his back, heart clenching painfully at the distressed gasp the other let out when his broken body was jostled around.

The ground was opening into angry red cracks by the time he managed to run out of the exit. He’s pretty sure Ace passed out on the way to the campfire, hanging limply over his back and the pained huffs of air calming to raspy breaths against Jeff’s neck. But at least he was alive.

Ace’s eyes are full of life when he pulls away from their kiss and smirks roguishly. His thigh bumps against Jeff’s knee and a hand is on his shoulder, and suddenly Jeff is on his back as Ace rolls them over. Ace is now straddling him, a hand on his chest holding him down and a playful grin on his face at having bested him. Jeff takes in his handsome features, his familiar silhouette illuminated against the perpetual night sky, the moonlight framing him beautifully—

“Shit,” Jeff breathes, and he barely has time to shove Ace off of him and roll the opposite way to put distance between them, a piece of his heart breaking at the surprised yelp when his lover falls back to the forest floor. And then, every muscle in his body is burning and he grits his teeth as his spine starts snapping and his nails dig into the ground, the moon awakening an ancient power inside of him that demands to be let out.

Ace’s voice is drowned out during the transformation, the pain and his own self-loathing silencing all his senses. He’s normally in control of his curse, but he hadn’t noticed the sky clearing up, and then he was suddenly on his back and staring right at the moon.

Now fully turned, Jeff bolts into the woods, leaving Ace and the small forest clearing behind, too ashamed to face the man he could have ended up crushing under his weight, or worse. Jeff screws his eyes shut and keeps running, needing to get away—

And then he smashes into something and everything goes black.

“Thanks for earlier,” Ace had said, approaching Jeff with a spring in his step, and it was a relief to see after the close call with the Hillbilly.

“No worries,” Jeff said, scooting over on the ground to make room next to the log he was leaning on, in case Ace decided he wanted to join. “Feeling better?”

“Like a new man!” Ace beamed with familiar bravado, happily taking the offered seat. “Kate and Adam patched me up. Can’t complain,” he grinned suggestively.

“Glad to hear,” Jeff said. He’d never been a particularly jealous person, and he knew Kate and Adam were both attractive. Still, the comment made something sting painfully in his chest.

“You know… I always thought you and Kate were an item,” Ace mused, slumping down against the log and moving his hands to cushion his neck. He was trying so hard to seem nonchalant, but Jeff caught his eyes flickering to Jeff’s face behind the shades. Maybe Jeff wasn’t the only one who was jealous.

“Hmm,” Jeff hummed in acknowledgement. “She’s not my type. Though I can see why you’d think that; she flirts with everyone, so it’s hard to tell when she means it.”

Ace, predictably, didn’t miss the on-the-nose subtext of his statement. The man gave a small smile in agreement, before leaning further back to look up at the stars.

“Want to play a game?” Ace asked, still looking up at the sky but a smirk now spreading over his lips.

“Sure,” Jeff said, shoving down the feeling of being a pawn in a game he didn’t yet see the bigger picture of. He’d never been much for bets or gambling, but surely, this was all in good nature.

“Truth or dare?” Ace asked, turning his head Jeff’s way and showing him the mischievous grin in its entirety.

“Truth,” Jeff decided, smiling at the childish choice of game but curious to see what the other came up with.

“What IS your type?” Ace prodded. “If Kate doesn’t cut it, I don’t know what will,” he joked.

“Hmm,” Jeff pretended to mull over the question. “I’m terribly fond of idiots who provoke the killer enough to get tunneled for five gens. And then use their dying breath as a chance to make inappropriate jokes.”

“Really now?” Ace asked, his smile somehow stretching even wider, but not lifting a finger to make any sort of move.

“Truth or dare?” Jeff asked, obediently playing along with the other’s little game.

“Dare,” Ace said, the word sounding a lot more husky as he removed his shades and gave Jeff a coy look.

Jeff only hesitated for a heartbeat.

“Kiss me.”

When Ace immediately sprung to action, leaning into him and eagerly moving his lips against Jeff’s like it was something he’d wanted to do for a long time, Jeff realized he’d played right into Ace’s hand.

Did he mind? Hell no.

Jeff fades back into consciousness to the sounds of a conversation.

“—but he didn’t mean to! If anything, it was my fault!” He recognizes Ace’s voice anywhere. It sounds like his lover is arguing with someone, but Jeff’s body refuses to move or even blink awake, stuck on the edge of consciousness.

“I told you, he’s dangerous! Whatever it is you think you have, it’s bad for all of us!” He thinks that’s Jane, which would make sense. She’s been one of the most vocal about seeing Jeff for the monster he is.

“What we have is a whole load of ‘mind your own damn business’,” Ace argues. “And I’m not going to ditch him just because you’re scared!”

“You’re insane! You’re going to end up hurt!” Jane tries to reason, and the words cut deep into Jeff’s heart because he knows she’s right. He has no right to be with Ace, but he so desperately wants to.

“Look here you prude bitch,” Ace snaps, and Jeff shares the sentiment of who he thinks is Claudette gasping. He’s never heard Ace insult anyone like that, usually being much wittier and more composed with his criticism. “I know you hate my guts, so don’t try to pretend you give a shit about my well-being. You just want us both to be miserable.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” a gruff voice commands, footsteps approaching the scene.

“Bill, tell him—” Jane demands.

“You shut your mouth,” Bill shoots back, causing Jane to let out an affronted scoff. “Ain’t none of your business what those two—”

“He’s waking up,” Jeff hears Quentin’s voice right above him, not having realized the boy had been so close. The statement is followed by hurried shuffling, and by the time Jeff manages to blink his bleary eyes open, Ace’s blurry face is all he sees.

“Hey, big guy,” Ace is grinning shakily, his features slowly coming into focus. “Feeling better?”

“What happened?” Jeff asks, the lingering awkwardness from having overheard the fight making way for confusion. The last thing he remembers is transforming and running off, and then he blacked out.

“You turned into a bear, ran into a tree and knocked yourself out,” Jake deadpans from his left, sitting by Jeff’s side with some bandages in his hands. “Also, if you guys could stop fucking next to my camp by the glade, that would be great.”

“Didn’t realize there was an audience,” Ace snarks, shooting a glare Jake’s way. Jeff brings his hand up to his head, only to feel bandages wrapped around it. There’s a sting when he presses at his forehead.

“Managed to get a pretty nasty cut,” Quentin says, slapping away his hand from poking at the wound. “Patched it up with some butterfly tape, shouldn’t bleed anymore.”

“Thank you,” Jeff says, offering a small bow of his head to both boys who apparently tended to his wounds.

“Thank us by staying the fuck away from the glade,” Quentin repeats, tired eyes fond even while his voice is filled with threat. Jake clears his throat awkwardly and Jeff fails to hide the surprise on his face. He never realized the two were more than friends.

“Yes yes, now shoo,” Ace butts in, waving the boys away and kneeling down next to Jeff. Jeff spares a glance over his shoulder and notices the others getting back to their normal tasks, apparently giving them some privacy. Though Jane still isn’t looking happy, angrily whispering something to Laurie, but he’ll take what he can get. “I was lucky Jake and Quentin were nearby, they came to check up on the noise and we were able to carry you back to camp. Oh, and apparently running head first into something makes you turn back!” Ace chatters nervously. “Wouldn’t recommend trying it again, though, seeing as you were in pretty bad shape—”

“Hey,” Jeff interrupts softly, grabbing Ace’s hand to ground the other’s racing thoughts. “I’m fine now. Thank you.”

Ace takes a shaky breath that seems to calm him down some. “Why did you run?” he asks in a low murmur, squeezing Jeff’s hand and not bothering to hide the hurt in his expressive eyes.

“I… freaked out,” Jeff confesses, fighting the urge to avert his eyes in shame. “The transformation is always unsettling, but because I didn’t see it coming, it was even worse. I was so afraid I’d accidentally hurt you.”

“I’m sorry, Pumpkin. I should have realized,” Ace says, eyes casting downward and a sad smile tugging at his lips. “It was my fault.”

“It was nobody’s fault,” Jeff lies, knowing full well the entire thing is one hundred percent on him. Jeff is the one responsible for his curse, and nobody else. Still, he knows the self-deprecating attitude wouldn’t fly with Ace, so he settles on an “It was just unlucky.”

“You know that word doesn’t exist in my vocabulary,” Ace jokes, looking up at him playfully and apparently accepting the reasoning.

“I said ‘unfortunate’, I don’t know what you heard,” Jeff teases and it makes Ace smile brightly and lean in for a quick peck on his lips. Jeff is pretty sure he hears a snort echoing from the other side of camp, but it doesn’t phase him.

“Soo,” Ace drawls, making himself comfortable leaning against Jeff who still doesn’t feel like his pounding head will allow him to walk properly. “Since we’re evidently being evicted from the usual spot, how about the next one not having a gigantic hole to see the moon? It’s not like there’s a shortage of trees around here.”

“Sounds good to me,” Jeff murmurs, stroking his thumb over the back of Ace’s hand.

“How did you even end up picking a place like that in the first place?” Ace realizes, arching an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Because I know you like looking at the stars,” Jeff says, smiling fondly. So many times, in camp or the trials, he’d caught the other staring up at the sky, and each time he’d wished he could join him. Ace falters from the confession, surprise clear on his features before his face morphs into a familiar smile.

“You’re such a moron,” Ace says, all the creases and laugh lines that Jeff adores visible from how wide his smile is. “A romantic moron, but a moron nonetheless.”

Ace leans in for another taste of his lips and this time he lingers, treasuring the moment. And this time, Jeff is certain he hears an “Ugh, gross” from a disgruntled Feng followed by a snicker from Yui, but the comments don’t bother him. He has everything he could hope for right here.

#dbd fanfic #jeff johansen #ace visconti #jeff johansen x ace visconti #dbd #dead by daylight #othelo-s #dweetwrites #request

[watchdogz]

I SHOUDVE BEEN A COWBOY

#SHOULDA LEARNED TO ROPE AND RIDE #WEARING MY SIX SHOOTER RIDING MY PONY ONNA CATTLE DRIVE #STEALIN THE YOUNG GIRLS HEARTS #JUST LIKE JEAN AND ROY #SINGIN THOSE CAMPIRE SOMGS #OHH I SHOULDA BEEN A COWBOY #im. listening to country music while playing minecraft im such a dream

[moody-cowdaddy]

Friends in Low Places [Part 2 - End]

Arthur Morgan x Reader | Imagine #2

Summary: You finally make it back to Horseshoe Overlook with Arthur.

Category: Action, Fluff, First Meeting.

After riding for a while, Arthur's horse came to a stop in a wooded area that sat on top of a hill. The area surrounding you was lit up by a campfires, along with more than a few tents and wagons that were set up all along the perimeter. He clearly hadn't lied to you about a camp, there had to be at least 20 people here.

"Home sweet home," Arthur said, turning his head back to you.

He threw his leg over the filly before dropping down to the ground. He reached up for you to take his hand. You reached down, wrapping your slender fingers around his, his hands were rough and calloused, with a firm grip. He helped you keep your balance as you dropped to the ground. Clearly, the folks around here didn't miss a beat, as soon as your feet hit the dirt, a tall man with dark hair and mustache came barreling towards the two of you from the raging campfire that sat in the middle of the camp as the rest of the residents looked on, nervously. The man's hands were at his hip, ready to draw his gun at a moment's notice.

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"Arthur," the man barked, pointing in your direction with a scowl, "Who is this?"

You shot Arthur a nervous glance. He returned a reassuring nod of his head to you before turning his attention back to the man, holding his hands out as he walked forward to separate him from getting over to you. But you peeked over Arthur's shoulder to get a gander at what was going on.

"Calm down, Dutch. It's safe. The girl just needed a place to stay tonight," Arthur gestured to you.

"Safe?" The man he had called Dutch repeated. "Arthur, are you forgettin' that we just barely made it out of Blackwater alive?" He shifted his eyes to you. "She could be workin' with those Pinkertons just like the rest."

Arthur hummed, seemingly in disbelief at the sheer paranoia that the man in front of him was presenting. "Well, she's one hell of an actress then, I'm bettin'."

You took a step forward,"I'm not the law, if that's your concern.. sir"

"Hell, she robbed a man before we high-tailed it outta there." Arthur spoke, throwing his hand up to rest on his gunbelt.

"It's true." You nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Is that supposed to ease my mind?" Dutch looked between the two of you, "I told you to keep a low profile, Arthur."

Arthur nodded, "Sure. An' I have been. Fella was gettin' rough with her, so I handled it. All I'm askin' for is the night, Dutch."

Dutch looked at the two of you again before letting out a tiresome breath. "Just the night," he said before turning to you directly, "This ain't no handout camp."

You gave him a thankful expression, "I hadn't expected that it was." You reached down into your pocket to pull out the gold pocketwatch you had lifted off Jack. "How's gold plated sound?" You handed it over to him.

Dutch looked flabergasted at what he was witnessing. You had figured that he thought Arthur's comment about you robbing somebody was bullshit, but this was the thing to prove him wrong. He took the pocketwatch from your grasp, rolling it over and over between his fingers, inspecting it before a pleased expression came over his face as he finally placed it down into his own pocket. He looked down at you and gave you an acknowledging nod.

"We have food if you're hungry, and I'm sure Mr. Morgan will show you where you can lay your head for the night," he said, exchanging glances turning on his heel and walked back over to the others.

"Damn," Arthur whistled as he turned back to his horse, unstrapping the bedroll that was tied to it's saddle. "If I had known a pocketwatch was all it took for Dutch to stop his fussin', I would have tried it years ago."

"The first one's free." You smiled at him.

He smirked and tucked the bedroll under his arm, motioning for you to follow behind him as he led you through the camp. You were still receiving a few odd looks from people as they sat around the campfire, wondering who you were.

"Howdy." you said politely, giving a nod to the few men and women who scanned their eyes over you as you passed by.

A few of them nodded back at you, giving half-hearted smiles. Arthur led you over to a wagon that was setup as a makeshift sleeping tent, complete with a cot and small rickety table beside it.

"This is mine. Ain't much, but it'll keep you from layin' your head in the dirt. Take the cot," he said, unfolding the bedroll and placing it on the ground across from you. "I'll take the ground."

"No, Mister Morgan," you shook your head, "I couldn't possibly."

He held a hand up to stop your protest, "You can," he gestured to the cot, "I insist."

You sighed bemusingly and nodded, knowing he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. "Just for tonight."

"'Course." he shrugged, pulling his hat off as he lowered himself down to the bedroll.

You sat down on the edge of the cot, checking out your surroundings as you pulled off your coat. You looked over to the small table that was setup beside the cot, your gaze landed on a few odds and ends laying on it, including a picture of a woman.

"Would that be a lucky lady, or family?" You said, staring at the old photo.

Arthur squinted, looking over in your direction. He followed your eyes to the framed photo and gave you a small chuckle. "No such luck. That's my momma. She died when I was a kid."

"Oh," you said, turning back, "I'm sorry to hear that."

He shook his head, "No harm done. It's been years, feels like a lifetime ago."

You hummed, "I never knew my parents. Died when I was around 5."

"Shit," Arthur said, his rough voice going soft, "That's no way for a girl to have to grow up."

You shrugged, "Not so terrible, I reckon. But that's a story for another time, I guess."

You glanced over at the photo one last time before pulling yourself down onto the cot. You pulled your jacket over you as cover. The night air was still cool, and the stars were shining brightly tonight. It was nice to be able to stay outside and see them again. There low mumbling from the few people still around the slowly dying campire, the crackling of it's flames and the various sounds from the wildlife hidden within the dense collection of trees in the forest beyond being the only sound filling the night air.

You watched Arthur as he settled down onto the ground, kicking his feet up as he laid his head down onto a rolled up blanket. Luckily the night air was warm, so there wasn't wasn't a whole lot of need for any cover. You secretly stared at the man for a moment, before lowering yourself down onto the cot. There was something about this man that made you feel safe, even though you had barely known him for two hours, and Lord, he wasn't bad on the eyes either.

"Goodnight, Mr. Morgan," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Night, Ms. (Y/L/N)," he said, tipping his hat to you before pulling it down over his eyes.

It had been quit a while since you had a proper night's rest, and before you knew it you were out like a light.

~

When you woke up the next morning, there was a cool breeze in the air and the sound of birds chirps echoed from the trees. It had been a long time since you had a good night's rest, and now you were thankful that Arthur lended you his cot for the night.

You cracked your tired eyes open, letting them adjust to the morning sunlight that was now beginning to peek through the tent. Most of everyone in the camp seemed to be up and about already, including Arthur. You sat up on the cot, alone in his tent, rubbing the sleep away from your weary eyes.

After a moment, there was a sound of a throat clearing as you brought your eyes up to the entrance of the tent. Arthur was standing there with two tin cups in his hands, the steam rising up from them gently.

"Mornin'." His lips pulled into a small smile as he stepped forward, offering one of the cups to you. "Figured you might want some coffee."

You nodded silently with a small smile as you took it from his hand. He took a seat across from you in an old wooden chair as he reached down into the breast pocket of the blue button down shirt he was wearing to pull out a pack of cigarettes. He poked one of the hand rolled tobacco cylinders between his lips, swiping a match across the bottom of his boot to light it. You caught yourself sneaking a few peeks at the quiet man as you sipped the hot coffee. The warmth of the tincup on your hands felt comforting on this chilly, spring morning.

You weren't able to get the best look of him lastnight, so seeing him in this early morning light was almost as if you were meeting him all over again. You had to admit that he was a very striking gentleman. He was tall and lean, but he had no shortage of muscles from what you were able to see. He had a fair amount of stubble on his chin, and his hair was almost past his neck. You knew it was wrong to stare, but you couldn't help yourself.

But your admiration for his good looks were cut short once he glanced over to catch you staring at him. You quickly averted your eyes back down your cup of coffee, clearing your throat as you took another quick sip of the hot liquid.

"So, how long have you and your group been here?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"'Bout three weeks, give or take," he said, taking a puff of his cigarette. "Some times we move 'round so much, it can get hard to keep track."

"Travellers, huh?" You asked, jokingly. It wasnt much of a surprise to you what they were doing.

You had travelled with enough outlaws and gunslingers in your time to know what a group of them looked like.

He chuckled, seeming to find amusement in the question. He gave a small shrug, "Yeah, I reckon you could say somethin' like'at."

There was silence for a moment before you finally spoke up again, "how long are y'all sticking around here for?"

"Ehh, probably 'til we get ourselves in trouble," he said honestly. He looked up at you, his piercing blue eyes looking directly at you, as if he could see into your very soul, "How long ya stickin' 'round, miss?"

Your breathe hitched just the slightest when he looked at you, but you were able to shake it off fairly quickly, even if you did stammer on your words just a tad.

"I -I," you trailed off, letting out a breathy chuckle.

You knew you were being silly, and you knew that there really was no need for you to get yourself all flustered, you wouldn't know him long enough to have a reason to. You took a small breath and composed yourself. Arthur waited patiently, seeming to not mind that you were coming off as a right fool, but he probably chalked it up to you being a little nervous after your ordeal lastnight.

"I'll probably be heading out as soon as I get a horse. I figured I'd go out today and see if I can rope me a wild one," you finally finished.

He gave a small nod as he took the last drag off of his cigarette. "Well, I can give you a hand with'at, if ya'd like.  Breakin' horses ain't no easy business."

You smiled warmly at him, "I would like that, Mr. Morgan. Thank you."

~

Later on that morning, you were over by the small makeshift pasture that the camp had to help Arthur get his filly, Athena, saddled up to go. It was a rather quiet morning and you could hear the low humming of voices and talking in the background again as you stood there with Arthur. For what it was worth, this was a rather nice place, and the company you were keeping for the time being wasn't so bad either.

You had already spoken to a few other of the camp members this morning, and most of them were pleasant. Hosea, Lenny, Charles, and Sadie had all introduced themselves when you came out of Arthur's tent. You were even able to get a spare change of clothes from one of the camp women whom said her name was Ms. Grimshaw.

But every place has somehing, or someone, that made everyone miserable and you'd come to find that out way sooner than you had liked.

"Athena, huh?" You hummed at Arthur. "Wouldn't've thought of you as a greek mythology buff, Mr. Morgan."

He scoffed back gruffly as he ran a corse brush over the filly's neck. "No, I reckon most wouldn't. Can't say I'm an expert, but I've done some readin' on them old Gods. Figured a strong horse like this needed a strong name."

"She is a fine animal," you nodded in agreeance, patting the horse on her side.

You weren't much for small talk with most people, but with this man, you genuinely were interested in what he had to say. He didn't didn't seem like the average man who had a whole lot of nothing to talk about. This man was intelligent and kind, which was a rare combination, especially in this neck of the woods.

The conversation was cut short when a long-haired man with a permanent scowl and look that practically screamed he was untrustworthy approached the both you.

"Now Morgan, I know you aren't tryin' to keep our house guest all to yourself," the man taunted.

You could instantly see Arthur's body go tense and stiff when he heard the man's voice sound beside him. His jaw went tight, and you could see the blank stare on his face as you watched his cheeks flair beneath his growing beard as he turned towards the voice.

He gritted down on his teeth with an exaspertlated sigh. "Watchu want, Micah?"

"Oh nothin'," the man held his hands up. His eyes were narrowed and it reminded you of the way a wolf looked when it was stalking it's prey. "I just want to introduce myself to our guest is all."

You looked up at the man with caution as he finally turned to you, holding his hand out for you to take it, and reluctantly, you did. Something seemed very off with this man, and he gave you the goddamn creeps.

"Name's Micah Bell, at your service," he smiled, bowing his head to you, slightly.

"(Y/N)(Y/L/N)." You answered back, forcing yourself to usher as smile through your lips that were pulled tightly into a firm line.

"See, that's how ya communicate, Morgan," Micah gave a smug sounding chuckle.

"There anyhin' in particular you wan't, Micah? 'Less it's orders from Durch, we don't have any business here," Arthur snapped at him. He was clearly pestered by him from the moment he slithered up to the both of you like a rattlesnake.

"Well, fine then," Micah answered. He turned to you, tipping his hat, "lovely to meet you, miss (Y/L/N)."

"Of course," you said, trying to be polite.

Once he walked off and made his way out of sight, Arthur seem to tense up just a little less.

"I take it he's not the camp favorite?" you inquired.

He hummed and nodded. "Sure as shit ain't my favorite. Pigeon-livered sonuvabitch's been ridin' with us for months now. One problem after 'nother. Don't trust him far as I could throw him, which ain't very,"

You shook your head, biting your lip as you tried to hold back the small laugh trying to escape your throat at his comment.

"Find that funny, do ya?" One corner of his lip tugged into half a smirk.

You shook your head, "I do apologize. But I see what you mean, the man seems insufferable."

"He's about as pleasant to be around as a horse with the colic." He shook his head, turning to you, "But enuff'a that. You ready to ride?"

You nodded, "Sure am."

He hopped up onto the filly, holding his hand out for you to take as helped lift you up onto her back with ease.

"Alright, let's go find you a horse," he said, giving Athena a slight tap with his feet, making her move forward.

~

You and Arthur stood on a small cliff that overlooked the plains. It was a beautiful sight with a clear view of the landscape and the towering mountains in the background. Arthur scanned the area with a pair of binoculars, waiting on a herd of horses to make an appearance.

"So, where ya headed next?" Arthur asked, lowering the binoculars.

You sighed, "I'm not really sure. I've usually just take a train and wherever it stops, that's where I am for a while. But, I figured if I get a horse, I'll just make my own way."

"Sounds like you live quite the adventurous life, miss (Y/L/N)," he remarked, cutting his eyes to you.

You rolled your eyes playfully, "Please, just call me (Y/N)."

"A'right then, (Y/N)," he said in that gravelly tone of his.

You'd be a liar if you said that his tone of voice, or, the man himself in general didn't make you weak in the knees, because he surely did.

"Ah, gotcha," he spoke quickly to himself, pulling the binoculars back up to his face. "We've got a heard of four. Hard to to say what the breeds are. Look like Standardbreds to me."

You walked stepped closer to him to take a look in the direction that he pointed out. You hadn't even noticed that you were damn near brushing up again him until he finally lowered the binoculars down for you to take a look. You could feel your face flush red as you took a step back from him, taking the binoculars from his hand. He must have noticed how close you were to him as well when he cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Jus' take a look there. See which one you like," he said, pointing towards them.

You brought the binoculars up to your own face to get a better look. "Yeah, I'm willing to bet those are Standardbreds."

You looked over the heard for a moment, and the one that ended up catching your eye the most was a beautiful, solid black stallion.

"That black stallion," you said confidently. "That's the one."

Arthur sighed a tad, "Sure a stallion ain't gonna be too much for ya?"

Your narrowed your eyes at him slightly as you clocked your head to look at him.

He put his hands up in defense, with an impressed smile, "Okay, okay. C'mon, let's go get 'em."

The two of you mounted Arthur's horse once more, and the two of you took off on the trail that led down from the cliff as the horses came closer into view.

"Grab my lasso, will ya!" Arthur called back to you.

"No need," you said, "Ride up along side the black one."

Even with only one side of his face visible, you could tell this cowboy was questioning what the hell you were even talking about right now.

"Whatchu mean, girl?" He asked, sounding half impressed and half concerned.

"Just do it, Arthur," you called back. "Don't worry, I've done this plenty of times."

He shook his head at you and tapped his heels against the filly's sides again, making her speed up from a gallop to a sprint, until you were right on top of the herd. You could hear the neighing and snorts of the wild stallions and fillies as they darted off in the other direction, trying to put as much distance in between you and them as possible, but it didn't take Athena long to catch up to the black stallion that you had your eyes on. As Arthur guided Athena up beside the wild equine, you threw one of your legs up onto the saddle, hanging tightly onto Arthur's vest as you readied yourself to jump onto the spooked horse's back.

"Ya gonna get yourself killed, woman!" Arthur barked as he swung his head back around to you.

You flashed him a determined smile, "We're all gonna die sometime, Mr. Morgan."

You leapt from Athena to the black stallion as it ran parallel to you. You landed on it's back with an audible thud, you quickly tightened your legs around it's abdomen as tangled your fingers tightly into it's mane as you felt the first few shockwaves of it's bucking as it's gallop faltered and it began to slow down, moving more erratically in circles to try to get you off of it's back. The horse reared up, snorting angrily at you, stomping it's feet aggressively on the ground while kicking it's back feet outward. You did your best to hang on as it slung you around like a ragdoll, giving you more than. a few close calls. But you had your grip locked in tight on it and you knew not to let go for any reason.

Arthur's horse galloped in circles around you with his lasso at the ready as he watched in pure shock and amazement at what he was witnessing you do at this moment. He surely hadn't expected anything like this from you. He had never even known many men to be as bold as this this bold. The only other woman he had seen show fearlessness was Mrs. Adler.

"You crazy woman," he breathed. He was saying it more so to himself than he watched you, his lips parted as he watched you in amazement.

After a few more hard bucks and still failing to throw you off, the stallion slowed up his erratic movements to a few odd rears  and kicks here and there as a last ditch effort, until it finally decided to give up all together as it snorted and threw it's head back a few more times. You finally loosened your grip on him enough to fit comfortably atop his back once you felt it was settled down enough. The adrenaline was still coursing through you as you sat there, letting yourself breathe. You gave the stallion a firm pat on the neck.

"Good boy," you praised.

"I think ya might be one'uh the craziest women I've ever met," Arthur's voice broke through the silence.

You were so caught up in what you were doing, you forgotten that he was there watching all of this.

You sighed, guiding the horse over to him, "Perhaps a little."

"So, what'dya do anyway? After last night an' today, I'm guessin' you ain't a church girl," he said bluntly, turning his head curiously at you.

You shook your head, the two of you headed back towards camp at a leisurely pace. "You'd be right about that. I feel like me an' you are probably in the same type of business, Mr. Morgan," you admitted, giving him a knowing glance.

He raised a curious eyebrow, "An' what kind of business might that be?"

"I know a group of gunslingers when I see them. Wouldn't consider myself much of a gunslinger, but you did see me rob a man lastnight," you said, shrugging.

Arthur nodded in agreement. He made no effort to try an deny what you already knew. "Yeah, well, that was deserved on that bastard's part. We do the best we can. We try to live as right as we can. We were all just'a bunch of misfits 'til Dutch found us. We're family more than anythin'."

"He definitely struck me as the leader. How's he likin' that pocketwatch?" you asked Arthur, jokingly.

"Safe to say, I think ya made yourself a friend for life on that'un. Ya know, he was askin' me this mornin' if you're plannin' on stickin' 'round camp," Arthur said, turning his head towards you, waiting for a response.

He said it as if he too wanted to know the answer to that. You couldn't help but smile, surprised by this revelation that Dutch had more or less given you his blessing to stay if you wanted to, and the fact that Arthur himself didn't seem to mind.

"I'd hate to impose on anyone, Arthur."

"Hell, who'd you be imposin' on, darlin?" He retorted.

You could feel yourself go flush again at his words. Hearing him call you darlin' had instantly lit a fire inside of you with an intensity that you weren't even aware that you were capable of experiencing. Your thoughts started to go hazy, and you began to wonder what real harm would come from staying just a little while longer with the group. They all seemed nice enough, except Micah, but you weren't too much worried about him, and you had to admit that Arthur livened up the place, and he definitely sweetened the deal when it came to you sticking around these parts.

You glanced over to Arthur, whose blue eyes met yours at an instant. You could feel the chills running down your spine anytime he looked at you directly like this. He looked as if he had a small smile on his face, like he already knew exactly what your answer to him would be.

You bit your lip absentmindedly as you stared at the handsome cowboy before you. "Maybe I can stay a few more days, if you wouldn't mind having me."

"I wouldn't. It'd be a pleasure, ma'am." He tipped his hat to you as his eyes lingered on yours for a moment more.

Maybe spending some extra time around here wouldn't be so bad after all.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan imagine #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 fanfiction #red dead redemption 2 fanfiction #rdr2 imagine #red dead redemption 2 imagine #roger clark #Dutch van der linde #red dead redemption x reader #authur morgan fanfic

[bmgmw]

So the 4 year anniversary for the Girl Meets Texas trilogy is upon us. I recently watched the trailers again and all the memories and excitement I had came flooding back. Do you remember how you felt the first time you saw the trailers?

All I remember is they were super dramatic and that one of them ended with the “something happened between me and Lucas” Maya quote which at the time was 👀

I can’t believe it’s been 4 years! I started my blog a bit after those eps aired so I guess it’s almost my 4 year blogaversary, which is wild to think about. My life has changed so much since then.

I still think the campire scene is of the best produced scenes Disney has done for one of its multicam shows. Wish we got that season 4 (or at the very least a real interview with Jacobs, not the bs he spewed later), because I really do think Lucaya and Riarkle would’ve happened (Riarkle first though).

#gmw #girl meets world #lucaya #riarkle #girl meets texas

[unpocowboys]

Hi! I love your blog! Would you be open to doing the A-X challenge (SFW or NSFW, either way) for Arthur?

Thank you!!! I'm doing part of this now and adding more later as I get inspiration!

ETA: Done! It's not as strong as my Kieran one, but I hope you still like it!

(Warning: NSFT)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

After everything is cleaned up, he'll want your head on his chest so he can stroke your hair. He'll also hint that he would enjoy you playing with his chest hair.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

We've all heard him call himself ugly, so his self esteem is pretty down in the dumps. What he adores about you is your skin, how smooth and bright it is. It's the ultimate juxtaposition to his rugged mountain man vibe.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

He used to love to cum inside of his lovers, but as a precaution, he will cum on your chest or if you're willing, in your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants you to spank him and call him a bad man. If you're together in the hotel in Strawberry, he will try and sneakily stare at the both of you in the mirror while you do it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

In his younger days, he'd often charm many women to his tent or a night in a hotel, but especially after Eliza and Isaac, he is much more cautious about getting into any sort of sexual relationship. Regardless, he is a skilled lover if you can break him from his past.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

I see Arthur on the vanilla side, so missionary.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Mostly serious, but will make wisecracks similar to the ones he does in camp.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)

He will wear his hair however you want him to. He's pretty flexible and doesn't really care what it looks like as long as it makes you happy. Clean shaven? Done. Duck Dynasty beard? He'll use hair tonic.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment…)

Is very intimate and will want you close to him, no matter if the sex is rough or slow.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does it pretty often since he's been trying to remain celibate for so long. When you come (lol) into his life, he still forgets he can have relief if he'd just ask. You'll have to catch him and insist that you can take care of it for him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Already addressed, but being told he's bad OR good. You just have to gauge his mood. Also wouldn't mind seeing you wear one of his shirts to walk around in.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

A bed, the tent, or deep in the woods next to the campire.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

After hunting or fishing trips with you or anytime you spend a good amount of time with him. Especially if you do something playful like splash some water on him or make him chase you through the woods.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Don't call him Daddy. It'll make him relive the Isaac/Eliza experience.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both! If you swallow his cum, he'll collapse in amazement.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on how the sex was initiated. If you two have been teasing each other all day, he'll pin you down and play rough with you. If you come up behind him and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek and things escalate, he'll be more gentle.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, etc.)

More than okay with them, but nothing beats taking his time with you if there's enough to do so.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He may try semi-public sex depending on the location. And by semi-public, I mean closer to the outer edges of the woods where one of the camp lookouts would be.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Can go three good rounds until he's spent, but he can go for a LONG time.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Arthur will have to be slowly introduced to a toy if you want it in the bedroom. He may be jealous or sensitive about it, wondering if he's not enough for you anymore. But if you reassure him that he's more than enough, he may try it ONCE.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teases relentlessly throughout the day. His favorite way to get you going is to stare at you as he says "atta girl/boy" to his horse in a low drawl.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Normal volume, but is an expert at staying relatively quiet if need be.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Two words: big boi

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon of your choice)

Is also wildly turned on by seeing you riding into camp on your horse wearing one of his shirts.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Before you, he could keep it contained and chaste. But just one look from you and he's looking for the next opportunity to leave camp.

Z - Sleep (How quickly do they fall asleep?)

Will wait until you fall asleep first as a courtesy.

#rdr2 arthur #arthurmorgan #arthur morgan #rdr2 fandom #rdr #rdr2 #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 x reader #a z challenge #arthur morgan fanfic #rdr headcanons #headcanons #hot cowboy #arthur morgan headcanons

[atragedyreally]

remember at the start of 2019 i went on VRchat and this girl wanted to do a puzzle room so it was me, her and a guy we called Max (after his Life Is Strange avatar) that did a puzzle room, and after like three hours and four different puzzle rooms we called it a day. the next day i came back and made new friends but as i was about to log off, Max returned and then we spent an hour and a half beside the virtual campire in the hub just chillin before my parents made me log off and help with dinner.

never spoke to Max again, no matter how many times i logged back in. i haven’t been on in about 8 months now.

wherever you are Max, i miss you.

#shitpost #yeet #i miss him #wherefore art thou #wherefore art thou max #max life is strange

[peace-coast-island]

Diary of a Junebug

Castles in the Seas by Rowan and Nana!

Tonight’s theatre production is directed by Rowan and Nana, a musical loosely inspired by the movie The Sky Castle. It’s one of those nostalgic movies that stick with you and that anyone of any age can enjoy. It’s still one of my favorite movies of all time so I was excited when I heard Nana and Rowan were going to write a musical based on it.

Turns out in the original draft it was supposed to be a musical adaptation of the movie. But things weren’t working out as there were several parts of the story that didn’t really translate well to song. And when Rowan began making revisions for the story to flow better, he found himself often deviating from the source material. Instead of letting it become a constant creative battle, Rowan embraced the new ideas that popped into his head and change the story.

Castles in the Seas follows a similar story - a girl and boy search for a mysterious castle that has to do with their past while running from enemies who are also looking for the castle. The musical follows similar themes as the movie and it serves as sort of a love letter to it. Major differences include changing the character’s names, certain aspects of their personalities, and the ending.

The story opens with a backdrop of underwater ruins, the remains of the sea castles. A young mermaid wanders by, curious, and when her older friend catches up, she asks about castle.  The older mermaid recalls hearing legends about the castle and how it was the sea’s crowning glory. The two swim around the ruins, leading to a musical number as the two try to picture how the castle once looked.

After the musical number ends and the mermaids leave, the setting is transformed to a grassy meadow set in the past. There, we are introduced to the protagonists - Emiko and Hiroki. While heading out to town, Hiroki runs into an injured Emiko, whose plane crashed several feet away. Before collapsing from her injuries, Emiko reveals that she is being chased by a gang who will do anything to find the mysterious castles of the sea. While examining her injuries, Hiroki discovers that Emiko’s necklace contains a piece of the map that supposedly led the legendary castles. 

While Emiko recovers, Hiroki confides in her that he has the other half of the map in his necklace. The two get to know each other and realize they have a common goal - to find the castles of the seas. From Another Lifetime is an exposition heavy song that goes into their backstories and motivation to find the castles. 

When Emiko is fully recovered and she’s able to repair her plane, the two set off on their journey. Along the way they come across obstacles and make new friends.   

Reach for the Sky is an upbeat musical number that takes place when the plane takes off, showing the euphoria of embarking on an adventure together. Campire Dinner is a simple and low key song where Emiko and Hiroki camp out in a cave with a wise vagabond who guided them out of a storm. Opportunities and Riches is the classic villain song that reveals his motivation for finding the castles, contrasting musically with From Another Lifetime. Wonders of the Waters is about admiring the deep seas and blue skies and showing how the protagonists have grown since the beginning. 

The Hourglass Breaks is a tense song that takes place during a fight between the protagonists and the villain as both groups are getting close to finding the castles. Emiko’s piloting experience and Hiroki’s sailing experience allows them to outsmart the gang and reach the castles first. For a musical number (A View of the Ocean) the two are able to admire the castle’s beauty before the villain reappears. Bring Down the Ruins is a climactic song where good and evil come face to face and the protagonists emerge victorious. 

After the villain retreats, the castle is left in ruins. In a reprise of A View of the Ocean, Emiko and Hiroki learn that the glory days of the castles are long gone and that as long as the castles stand, people like the gang will try to take it apart piece by piece. There, they realize why their parents wanted them to go to the castles, because they’re the only ones who can save it by destroying the castle and letting it fade into obscurity. The Castle Falls is a haunting closing number where the protagonists accept their fate and step into the heart of the sea, allowing the castles to crumble around them.

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