Jfc. Between Astarion and Angel Dust it's been a helluva (heh) week remembering how entirely not ready most fandom circles are to talk about sexual assault with any fucking maturity or just basic human decency. For differences in experience, for coping, for survivorship in general.
(And that's before we get into gross fucking speculation re: creators backgrounds and personal relationship to the topics.)
(To be clear, it's the fandom reaction that's depressing af, not the source materials themself for the most part.)
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thinking about being a hopeless damsel in distress that outlaw!james finds and decides he's gonna take care of me
not knowing how to keep yourself living after your family is killed, and james finds you half starved to death outside of your home. he'll hold you while you cry helplessly to him about how you don't know what to do, not even caring that you're telling this to what is very obviously an outlaw. not caring that this "dangerous" man could kill and rob you right then because what would it matter if he did? he wouldn't get much, and you'd get the sweet release of death alongside the rest of your late family.
he'll teach you to hunt for yourself, how to trap for yourself, and he'll come back every other week to check up on you, which eventually turns to every week, which turns to every other day, until he's spending nights in a row in the spare room of your old family home because he was in the area and he just wanted to make sure you're okay.
the tension between you two would grow every time you saw each other, and when he comes to visit you after a two week expedition with his "group" he always talks about, both of you would finally snap.
you'll have had supper, and you'd just be talking to each other as you cleaned up together, happier than you would've ever imagined you could be after your parents' and brothers' deaths. and james feels oddly domesticated by you, but he oddly enjoys it.
while you're cleaning up, you'll trip over a loose board in the floor, immediately dropping the bowls you held and almost falling flat on your face into them, only for james to easily catch you.
his arms would be so warm around you, so strong. and you'd be able to feel your heart beating out of your chest as you looked up at him, your eyes wide as they met his own.
"you alright, sweetheart?" he'd murmur, the nickname he'd mindlessly called you many a time before making your cheeks turn a shade of light pink. you'd just nod as you swallowed your nerves. "y'sure?" he'd ask softly, adjusting you in his arms and pulling you closer.
your breath would catch in your throat at the feeling of his broad chest pressing against your own, and you'd rest your hands on his muscled chest. you'd nod, "uh-huh,"
"good," the blonde outlaw would practically whisper, but he wouldn't let go of you. his baby blues would flicker from your eyes down to your plump lips and then back again. after a moment, he'd place his calloused hand against your cheek, a longing sigh leaving him as he did so. "y'er beautiful," the words would just slip from his mouth, and your breath would catch in your throat once more at his actions.
before you knew it, his lips would be on yours, and the rest is up to your imagination.
this is so fucking long and not very good im sorry baby 😭 anyways bet you can't tell what rdr2 side mission this is based off of teehee
i've been giggling about this concept for DAYS. literal days. i need to be his escape from the gang he's in. i wanna be the girl he protects with his life. i wanna be the girl he doesn't wanna leave alone because he knows how vulnerable i am living alone.
i cannot bear it anymore i need outlaw!james. i need it with everything i have.
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/Lies in bed, taking their last breath/
Come here.. my dear child...
/Sharply gaspes, painfully and heavily coughs. Foundly looks at you after the coughing fit/
Let me tell you... a secret....
/You sit closer and Tamo takes your hand. You lean closer to hear better/
Rudy... likes.... being called... a malewife and a.... babygirl....
/Fucking dies/
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