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red-dead-bisexual · 22 days
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Guys.
We canonically have a time traveller in the game.
Arthur could have gotten antibiotics from him
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thedailybullshit · 1 year
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RDR2 Incorrect Quotes pt. 31
Bessie: Oh, you’re such a handsome young man! Can you give us a big smile?
Little John, who had a shitty childhood & doesn’t know how: 😬
Bessie: Oh! Ah - please don’t do that again. Ok-
Thomas the Swamp Boatman: You people have issues.
Arthur: Well of course I have issues!
Dutch: *drowning Bronte*
Arthur, pointing to him: THAT’S MY FUCKIN’ FATHER!!!
Arthur: Hey man, whatcha doin’? Whatcha up to?
Francis Sinclair: Nothin’ big. Just, uh, practicing my time traveling. So-
Arthur: Sorry, did you say time traveling? Like traveling-through-time time traveling?!?!?
Francis: In fact, the love of your life is gonna walk through that door in three, two, one-
Charles, opening door: Hey, I’m sorry, is this - is this the therapy session?
Arthur: The love of my life is a man?!?
Francis: . . . Oh, have we not gotten to that part yet?
Micah: It’s sad to see you slowing down, Cowpoke. Tell me, is it the TB?
Arthur: Maybe it is the tuberculosis. But then how pathetic are you? That you can’t best me at my worst!
Dutch: The money is what I want. That is where my loyalties lie. That is what my priority is!
Hosea: Not the person who raised your children?
Dutch: Don’t bring the boys into this.
Hosea: Alright. NOT THE MAN YOU MARRIED?!?!?
Dutch: I REFUSE TO BE BLAMED ANY LONGER FOR THIS GROTESQUE MISALLIANCE!!!!
Arthur: I don’t talk about feelings, Hosea. I don’t have any, I’ve never seen one. I’m a night-stalking, train-robbing outlaw, and a campfire tune-singing machine. I don’t feel anything emotionally except for rage - twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five, at a million percent. And if you think that there’s something behind that, then you’re crazy. Goodnight Hosea!
Hosea: Arthur, it’s morning.
Arthur, looking into the sun bc he didn’t realize: Hsssssssssaahhhhh!!!
Young John: I have a question.
Young Hosea: Alright, shoot.
Young John: *shoots the ceiling* Alright can I ask it now?
Mr. Grimshaw: If I were a gardener, I’d put our two-lips together.
Susan: Aw, thank you!
Dutch: If I were a gardener, you’d be my Ho.
Hosea: Thanks.
Hosea: It must be so nice to be rich instead of, say, having to develop a personality.
Mrs. Braithwaite: Shut up, Matthews.
Hosea: Buy my silence, Catherine.
Charles: I have this strange urge to do something stupid.
Arthur: I’m stupid, do me.
Charles:
The Gang:
Arthur: I said that out loud.
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birchlogz · 1 year
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frankie's big wild west adventure
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tommy-288 · 1 year
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Is there any Francis fanboys/girls out there or am I the only one?
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big-boah-2 · 1 year
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Geology for beginners.
"No, I'm, uh, lost."
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roguishknight · 2 years
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Let me sketch these down.
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cosmic-cube-keeper · 1 year
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"What in the..."
Arthur and Kieran find a #RoomFullOfCrazy 😱😱😱
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rdr2time · 1 year
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he has absolutely no clue what just happened
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borvooven · 28 days
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There's a guy here that has the exact same birthmark as Francis Sinclair...
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arthursfuckinghat · 1 month
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whiskehorange · 2 years
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NSFW: Bo sinclair, Michael meyers, Francis Dolarhyde, art the clown, doomhead cockwarming HC’s (if you’re not comfortable with this one I understand)
your asks are always immaculate 💋 also there are no "sexy" gifs of art like these other fine gentleman. Only cracked out hoe
Bo
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Honestly, this is one of Bo's favorite pass-times to do with you, especially when neither of you feel really up to doing any of the work. He's oddly soft with you, but still vocally very degrading, if you can really call it that. Bo is a perfect mixture of praise and degrading, mixing in both when you're sitting in his lap all pretty. He'll gently fun his calloused hands up and down your hips and back and may occasionally give you a kiss, but he doesn't want to get too worked up in front of you, but he knows he can take it if he really wants to, especially seeing how antsy he makes you. Often times, he'll hold your face and insist you keep eye contact with him as he shifts his hips.
Michael
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Michael does not play when it comes to having himself deep inside you and takes full control of when and how you move on him. He keeps a firm grip on your hips as you straddle him, lying your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat quickly spike as you move gently, only to lower when you still yourself. Michael can keep his composure for quite a long time and will most likely not give in to going any further just to spite you. It's comforting to him and he wouldn't have it any other way, he enjoys feeling this close to you... and your warmth around him. It's his choice, however, if you're able to get up or not. He'll be the one to call it quits.
Francis
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Francis is nervous. Well, more skeptical and fidgety, especially to have you so close to him like this. He isn't sure how to react to your typical touch and affection let alone you pressed against the chest as you slowly guide him in. You'll hear him hiccup in awe, his breath hitching as he takes in all of your warm around his cock but also as you lie with your back against his chest, your slow breathing guiding him to so that same. But remember, he's fidgety, he's wondering if he's doing it right or doing anything wrong. Francis isn't bound to last very long but tries to hold out the best he can, but the amount of years he's gone without this kind of contact makes it hard for him not to take this chance with you deliciously giving yourself to him.
Art
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Now, when it comes to someone really being antsy, it's Art. It's not that he's nervous, God no, he's the exact opposite. If you think that Art has any ounce of restraint in his body you're far from wrong. While he still does enjoy the thought and idea of have his dick inside you, there's no way he can only do that. Art fuels his own horniness a majority of the time by groping you, licking up yours spine, or face, depending on which way you're facing and really enjoying the moment. However, it still doesn't last long for him to start taking more control of the movement.
Doomhead
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Yeah sure, but don't go whining when he decides he's had enough and wants to leave. It's just another sex thing to him, but nonetheless it's sex, right? While he prefers much more movement and noise, occasionally he'll give in if the two of you actually have the time to lie down together. He doesn't touch you too much and can hold himself back great, but he'll keep an arm around you and go about whatever he's doing, letting a few dirty comments about how pathetic you look when you shuffle around on him. Eventually, he'll push you off whenever he's had enough.
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Star-Wars-Dark Droids #1(2023)
scourge of the droids
Marvel
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mariejordans · 6 months
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jaz sinclair and gavin leatherwood starring in chilling adventures of sabrina together -> gavin being on sex lives of college girls -> this is how i get midori francis (alicia) in gen v s2
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tommy-288 · 1 year
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simplegenius042 · 8 months
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Late WIP Wednesday + Last Sentence
Sharing a snippet of The True Sinners. As well as a last sentence of What Are The Chances, in which John and Jacob get lost while going to have a meeting with Joseph and Faith in the woods.
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WIP snippets under the cut.
Finally got a WIP snippet of The True Sinners to share. Presented below... some of Silva's thoughts before Jacob shows off introduces her to John (a meeting which will go about as well as expected when published):
[Trigger Warning: Mentioned kidnapping and being held captive against will. Nothing explicitly detailed though. Also some subtle obsessiveness coming from our beloved eldest Seed]
Jacob opened the door that led out to the courtyard of the hospital, holding it back for her to walk through, gesturing outside with a short jerk of his head. A chivalrous act that often never failed to lift Silva's mood coming from anybody else.
It was the kind of consideration that Silva had admired in Paul, before he changed. A courtesy that Kamski never bothered to adopt, either believing that he shouldn't waste his strength on opening a door for someone when they also have arms or because everyone was on his shitlist for one reason and another.
The amount of doors she's had to stop from slamming against her face when following behind him was more than the number of people she's killed. Though that might change soon, she noted, glaring at the ginger as she passed him and his small smirk.
She fought the impulse to thank the man, and deterred herself from outright stabbing the man with what ever she could find, as a thoughtful act she would find generous being reduced to an unspoken and mocking jab at her captivity by Jacob pissed her off to no end.
The courtyard was exactly how it had been left during her attempted escape; the dirt paths that spiraled around the center, tire tracks indented into the ground, evidence of years of vehicles coming in and out of the hospital's grounds. The fountain was void of water just as the grass was dry with little colour left, and the flowers that did grow were strangled by weeds. The brick walls, erect high and surrounding Jacob's fortress, was enough to dissuade any thought of escape, an intentional psychological tactic reinforced by the looming iron gates, which unlike yesterday, were closed. To add to insult, there were more Chosen on the grounds, some in guard posts while others supervised their captives trapped in the cages she had once been in, as well as the recruits training.
More evidence that yesterday was a fluke I fell way too hard in.
The only major difference from yesterday was the grey car with two dark stripes going from the hood to the back that was parked at the side of the fountain. An opportunity for escape? It was tempting, but she knew better. After yesterday, she couldn't afford underestimating Jacob.
"Better luck with cracks and loose screws than with open doors, piccolo boa," the advice Paul had once told her rang through her head, and she hated the heartache that came with it. Shaking away the bitter emotions, she focused on what was ahead.
She could see Alexander talking to the car's owner, or at least, the owner talking to Alexander, as he seemed to be barely listening. In fact, Jacob's second-in-command seemed to be doing his best in droning out the words of the man.
Silva could see a short-haired blonde woman in similar attire to Alexander, if only less vibrant, speaking to some other Chosen she seemed familiar with.
Silva could deduce that she came with Alexander's terrible conversationalist, having never seen the woman in her captivity.
"Thinking you can dispatch my brother and his femme fatale?" Jacob asked behind her. Silva could imagine that he was hulking over her in height, if only by a few lucky inches. Some would see it as a disadvantage, but she knew there were benefits she could use against a taller enemy.
Despite this, Silva had bemoaned over not inheriting Father's tall genes after encountering foes whose height were unfairly above average, though she would never be caught dead in admitting this wish.
Silva scoffed at Jacob's words, shaking her head. He hummed, and said with an irritably pleased tone, "Yeah, I knew you were smarter than that pup."
She sneered at the words, but didn't turn to give him the satisfaction of seeing her reaction.
A large hand planted itself on her shoulder and urged her forwards, towards their guests, "Now c'mon. John's gonna need to have words with ya."
"About?" Silva asked, grey eyes glancing to look at his blue, legs forcibly moving forwards. Though from his stoic expression, she knew better than to expect a straight answer.
"You'll see," he replied, and she swore she could see his lips almost curl upwards into a smirk.
Looking towards this "John" as they approached him and Alexander, Silva privately stewed in frustration over Jacob's words. Cease your deceptive games you vague shit.
Last sentence for What Are The Chances? an alternate universe WIP set in a timeline where Silva became the Judge from FCND pre- and during the events of FC5. In this scenario, John and Jacob are lost. And yes... it's all John's fault:
Jacob had never once thought that any harm to come to his brothers would be deserved. However, after his insistent complaining, Jacob could not help but be amused by John swatting a branch away, only for it to recoil and smack him in the face. With gritted teeth, his younger brother asked, "How did we "miss a turn"? And better yet, how come we haven't found our way out of here? One would think you knew the county's layout like the back of your hand, Jacob?"
Face and voice neutral as he continued forward, Jacob answered his younger brother, "I know the mountains terrain John, and some of the valley's. I never once touched the woodlands in the Henbane. That was the Chosen's job to report to Faith about. And you were the one holding the map and giving directions in the car. You tell me."
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The Slashers as toilets: part one
I don't wanna talk abt why I thought abt this.
Brahms Heelshire
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Jason Voorhees
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Hannibal Lecter
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Francis Dolarhyde
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Will Graham
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Michael Myers
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Bubba Sawyer (cuz he's scared to go alone)
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Thomas Hewitt
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Bo Sinclair (southern belle)
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Leslie Vernon
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