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secondaxispoint · 1 year

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do you think you could write like where the reader had his leg injured so (Din or Joel, i love them both, can’t decide, whoever you want to do) carry’s him bridal style and patches him up and then they snuggle together while The Kids TM (ellie or grogu) are teasing them :) love your writing, and have a good day!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and injuries, No use of Y/N, Reader is referred to as Tex.

Content: Fluff

I loved this prompt. Calling Ellie and Grogu The Kids ™ cracked me up 😂. Thanks for the request!!

Are You Okay?

The hunting trip was going about as well as it could have. The three of you had split up. You and Ellie going deep into the forest while Joel followed the riverbed. You stopped Ellie and pointed out a deer about 90 metres out. You handed her your rifle and told her to slowly kneel down, she followed your orders. You told her to remember what Joel had shown her while tugging out your binoculars.

After scoping in, she took a deep breath in and put her finger on the trigger. You noticed a familiar glimmer across the woods. It looked familiar. What the hell was that? Sniper scope. The shine was the sun gleaming off the scope. You grabbed Ellie just as you heard the bullet whizz by. It would have hit her square between the eyes if you hadn’t yanked her away. Another shot rang out but you didn’t know where I hit.

You were too busy looking over Ellie, making sure she was alright. You took the hunting rifle from her hand and steadied yourself on the tree. You waited for the gleam to appear again. It only took a few seconds to see it. Aiming in, you calmed your breathing and pulled the trigger. You saw the bullet hit its target as your ears rang. Your vision swam and a dull ache was radiation up from your thigh. You turned back to Ellie and grasped her shoulders.

“Holy shit Tex, your leg!”

You ignored her comment in favour of checking over her once again.

“Are you okay? Nothing hit you, no ricocheted shrapnel or anything?”

Her eyes were wide and she shook her head. She was seemingly more caught up with whatever was on your trousers. You looked down and adjusted your jeans. You saw a crimson spot growing from above your knee. You were getting a bit dizzy and Ellie started to sound a bit far away. You tried to brush it off and started leading Ellie back the way you came. She kept asking you if you were okay and you kept giving her the same answer.

“Are you sure you're okay?”

“I’m fine, keep it movin’ El”

Your vision had reduced to a pinpoint and your breathing became a bit erratic. You couldn't stop yourself from blacking out. You really tried. You hit the ground with a grunt. You heard Ellie yelling at you to get up but you couldn’t move a muscle if you wanted to.

——

Okay. Okay. Tex was out cold and she had no idea where Joel was. That’s fine. She would just have to find him. Last she saw, Joel was walking along the riverbed. So she found the river and checked for foot prints. She found the prints of Joel’s boot and started to call out to him as she followed them. Ellie knew that she shouldn’t be making this much noise but she was desperate to find Joel. She heard brisk strides coming towards her direction. Pistol up, she aimed it in front of her just in case it wasn’t him.

She saw Joel hop up from the bed and ran past her. She called out his name and he spun on his heel, barrel pointed at her. Her hands shot up and she stood still. Joel’s expression softened when she realised it was him and he lowered his weapon. He ran up to her and quickly examined her for wounds, just as Tex did.

“Ellie, what happened? Where’s Tex?”

Joel checked over her shoulder, looking for the other man that was supposed to be with her.

“He’s back in the woods. He got shot in the leg protecting me from a guy while we were hunting and he blacked out and I didn’t know what to do so I came out to find you and-”

Joel pulled her in for a hug, quieting her rambling.

“Where is he?”

Ellie pulled him along as she retraced her steps.

——

You shook your head as you sluggishly came back to reality. You didn’t see any sign of Ellie or Joel but you did hear the sounds of footsteps. You took a shallow breath and shoved yourself up against the nearest tree, attempting to hide yourself from the nearing assailants. You scrambled, trying to find your gun but it was nowhere to be found. A familiar thought filled your head. You were going to die here.

But to your surprise, Ellie’s head popped around the tree followed by Joel. You felt a weary smile drift across your face. Joel’s eyes filled with worry after seeing the dark scarlet stain on your leg. He was next to you in a second. He put his hands on your wound, tearing a pained groan from the back of your throat. He apologised and moved his hands further up your leg. He had Ellie take a piece of cloth and wrapped it just above your injury. You watched Joel tie the tourniquet and pull it tight.

“You alright Tex?”

His hand was on your thigh.

“Tex?”

He was only centimetres away.

“Tex!”

He shook your shoulder and you snapped back from your thoughts.

“What? Oh yeah I’m alright. Just a bit worn out.”

You hummed. Joel knitted his brow and sighed.

“Can you walk?”

Joel asked you, his voice lowered. You tried to push yourself up onto your feet but it only resulted in a searing burn flow throughout your leg. You shook your head and leaned your head back onto the tree trunk. He sat back on his heel and thought for a minute.

“Here, give me your pack.”

You carefully removed your pack and gave it to Joel, who in turn handed it off to Ellie. She double welded your packs, one on her back and the other on her chest. Joel carefully put one of his arms underneath the back of your knees, not wanting to irritate your already flaming wound. He then put the other arm under your back. You hadn’t registered how much your leg actually hurt until you felt your entire lower half throbbing.

Joel lifted you up in his arms in a bridal carry. You're sure you would have been a lot more nervous being so close to Joel if you hadn’t been so exhausted. You were pressed close to his chest while he walked. You heard Ellie rustle through her bag, probably reaching for her disposable camera. You heard a click and saw a flash of light as she snapped a picture. Joel told her to knock it off but he had a joking lilt to his tone and a barely visible smile on his face.

You felt every step he took in your leg. The sway of his stride only aggravated your already angered wound. Yet you started nodding off. Joel was warm and smelled of the coffee he spilled on himself that morning. Ellie’s stupid jokes started to fade as you peel away from consciousness once again.

——

After what felt like an hour, Joel stepped up on the porch of the cabin the three of you had settled in. He walked to the couch that sat close to the fireplace and laid you down. He grabbed the wood that sat in the corner and tossed it in. He lit a piece of paper and the fire roared to life. He warmed his hands before grabbing the medkit to patch you up.

You helped shimmy your trousers down enough so that Joel could get a good look at the gunshot wound. It looked a lot worse than you thought it would. The bullet ripped straight through the right side of your knee, just barely missing the bones there. Joel winced when he saw it. He took the needle and started stitching up the injury on the front of your knee. You ground your teeth and balled your fists.

When he was done with the front he shushed you and took your hand. Once you had calmed down enough, he got started on the back of your knee. It was worse. Much worse. There wasn't much he could stitch back together. So he found the exit wound and cleaned it. You would just have to wrap it and pray that it wouldn’t get infected. He redressed you and helped you limp to the back room. There was a mattress with a blanket laid on top of it. You tossed yourself down on the bed and scooted to the middle.

“Do you want me to stay or go?”

Joel asked you in a shushed tone. You opened your arms, a silent invitation for him to lay down with you. He did just that. He laid himself next to you and you tucked your head into his chest. The warmth of his embrace lulled you off to sleep once again.

I know I’ve been using the nickname ‘Tex’ a lot. Let me know if you guys don’t like it or have any replacements. 😙

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second-axis-point · 1 year

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and injuries, No use of Y/N, Reader is referred to as Tex.

Content: Fluff

I loved this prompt. Calling Ellie and Grogu The Kids ™ cracked me up 😂. Thanks for the request!!

Are You Okay?

“Holy shit Tex, your leg!”

You ignored her comment in favour of checking over her once again.

“Are you okay? Nothing hit you, no ricocheted shrapnel or anything?”

“Are you sure you're okay?”

“I’m fine, keep it movin’ El”

——

“Ellie, what happened? Where’s Tex?”

Joel checked over her shoulder, looking for the other man that was supposed to be with her.

“He’s back in the woods. He got shot in the leg protecting me from a guy while we were hunting and he blacked out and I didn’t know what to do so I came out to find you and-”

Joel pulled her in for a hug, quieting her rambling.

“Where is he?”

Ellie pulled him along as she retraced her steps.

——

“You alright Tex?”

His hand was on your thigh.

“Tex?”

He was only centimetres away.

“Tex!”

He shook your shoulder and you snapped back from your thoughts.

“What? Oh yeah I’m alright. Just a bit worn out.”

You hummed. Joel knitted his brow and sighed.

“Can you walk?”

“Here, give me your pack.”

——

“Do you want me to stay or go?”

I know I’ve been using the nickname ‘Tex’ a lot. Let me know if you guys don’t like it or have any replacements. 😙

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kellyscowboy · 10 months

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꒰✧ᯇ✦꒱ OUTLAWS OF SANTA FE

ᯇ summary ! ✦ “You know what they say about cowboys who brag too loud about their women.” He sniffed and rubbed his nose. Jack gave a mock laugh. “Anyone in town would tell you I’m not queer. ‘Specially the ladies who pass through. Who do you think you are, anyway?” As the boy pushed his hat out of his face, he made direct eye-contact with the outlaw. "I think I'm the fella that can send the ‘famous’ Jack Kelly home crying to his mama." Jack was silent, stunned. His finger was still pressed into the man’s chest, but it had begun to shake. "What now, Cowboy? I'd tell you to take me down like you promised," Deadwood gave a slight shove to Jack’s shoulder, yet he found himself almost toppling over. "But you're too corned to even stand straight." aka the wild westsies au i've had in my drafts forever ᯇ tag list ! ✦ @bound-for-santa-fe ,, @fandomtrashcollector (taglist form is in my pinned post!!) ᯇ warnings ! ✦ cussing, alcohol consumption, violence, use of guns ᯇ vienna's thoughts ! ✦ here are the meanings of the wild west slang words in here:) paintin' his nose - to get drunk corned - drunk fogy - a stupid fellow dynamite - whiskey ANYWAY, i've had this in my drafts for forever and i just wanted to finally finish is so sorry that the ending is really rushed el oh el. also i recommend listening to Billy the Kid by Tex Ritter before reading!! as always, reblogs & comments are always appreciated <333 ALSO READ IT ON AO3 THE PLAYLIST 2883 WORDS © 2023 , 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲

WANTED Jack ‘Cowboy’ Kelly $1,000.000 REWARD Wanted for robbery, murder, and disruption of the public. Does not attack without motive. Contact Sheriff Charles Morris of Santa Fe, New Mexico.

WANTED The Delancey Brothers $500.000 REWARD Oscar and Morris Delancey are wanted for robbery and attempted murder. Contact Sheriff Charles Morris of Santa Fe, New Mexico.

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE Deadwood David $5,000.000 REWARD Wanted for robbery and murder, on a large scale. Does not attack without motive. Contact Sheriff Charles Morris of Santa Fe, New Mexico.

A proud cowboy listened to the chatter of customers outside of Spots Shootin' Saddle Saloon. A cocky smirk played at his lips as he pushed through swinging doors. He heard gasps and the sound of multiple pistols being dragged from his holster. Then, the saloon went silent—save for the high-pitched squeak of wet glass being towel dried.

The bartender didn't even spare him a glance. "Well, well. If it ain’t the famous Jack Kelly."

“I could say the same to you, Spot. Lookit you, got yer own saloon and everything.”

One of the saloon boys perked up. "Jack!” The boy gave a half-hearted excuse to the men he was serving, he made up for his departure with a wink. He eagerly made his way behind the bar and began fixing the ex-cowboy a drink. "What brings you into town?"

Jack gratefully took the drink with a tip of his hat. “You’re a good man, Race.” He downed the drink before addressing the question before him. "Can't a lonely cowboy just visit his old friends?"

"Why, sure he could!” Racetrack grinned, already refilling his glass.

“That is, if that's what he was really doing." Spot added quickly. “Besides, can’t really be calling yourself a cowboy anymore. Not when a wanted poster names you an outlaw.”

“I can call myself whatever I please.” The cowboy realized it was a fight not worth fighting. He waved him off and dragged the newly poured whiskey closer. "Howd’ya know it was me?”

Spot laughed. "What, when you walked in? Yer the only fella I know who quiets my saloon like that.”

Racetrack leaned forward against the counter; his arm wrapped lovingly around Spot’s waist. He rested his head in his own hand, his elbow digging into marble, and gave Jack a pointed look. "Not anymore. Say, Jack; you heard of that David feller, yet? He paid us a visit couple’a days ago. Shoot, we didn’t hear much noise in here ‘till the next day!”

Jack's fingers squeezed his glass, before they relaxed and stretched. "Yeah, I've heard of him. Fill 'er up again, would'ya?"

Spot took the glass and kept his gaze on the outlaw whilst he poured the whiskey. He placed it in front of the boy with a thump, then glared at him through narrowed eyes. "What are you really here for, cowboy?"

"Just paintin’ my nose, Spot." Jack pushed away from the bar, drink in hand. He sat down with a boy who was lazily pulling at the strings of his guitar. “Tell me a story, Al."

The boy responded with a toothy grin, then tipped his hat up and out of his eyes. He slowly looked up and made eye contact with the outlaw. “Long time no see, Jackie." He plucked at his guitar more rhythmically than before. "What'cha wanna hear?"

"Why don’t you tell that one about ole Billy the Kid?”

"Only because you're an old friend." Albert chuckled. He took a deep breath before he put on his story-telling voice. His demeanor demanded the attention of those around him, and he always got it when he was performing. "Some folks do a lot of good in the world, that encourages us to do good. A few people start off on the wrong foot - their black deeds serve as a warning post to us. The song I'm gonna to sing for you now, fellers, is about a boy who sorta wandered off the straight and narrow trail, took up a crooked course. As usual with all outlaws, he paid with his life. His name,” a pause, “was Billy the Kid."

His singing was mesmerizing, just like his stories, and everyone in the saloon slowly began to sing along. Some of them absentmindedly hummed along as they gambled, and others gave the man their full attention. They swayed merrily back and forth with each other, their glasses raised to the gods as they hooted and hollered.

"I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid. I'll sing of the desperate deeds that he did. Out in New Mexico, long time ago, When a man's only chance was his own forty-four."

While everyone sang along, a boy slipped in through the doors, entirely unnoticed. He whispered to Spot and kept his head hung low. Had he made any noise, it had been covered up by obnoxious singing. The boy pushed a couple of coins across the counter before he slumped farther into his hat.

"When Billy the Kid was a very young lad, In old Silver City, he went to the bad. Way out in the West with a gun in his hand- At the age of twelve years, he killed his first man."

Racetrack wanted to tell Jack about the man at the bar, but Spot had instructed him to keep quiet. He had been told to loosen the outlaw up, and he did just that. Race kept a close eye on Jack’s drink and made sure he never reached the bottom of his glass.

"Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing A song about Billy, their boy bandit king. How ere his young man-hood had reached it's sad end, Had a notch on his pistol for twenty-one men."

To say the drinks had loosened him up would be an understatement. Jack pranced around the table—dragging Racetrack along with him—with his glass raised. The whiskey sloshed over the side and splashed his boots. He jumped atop the tables and managed to gain the attention of all the customers. It wasn’t long before everyone was shouting and throwing their drinks into the air.

"Twas on the same night, when poor Billy died, He said to his friends, 'I'm not satisfied, Twenty-one men I have put bullets through. Sheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty-two."

Jack tried to sing along, but his mouth had other plans. He rambled to Albert, who just smiled as he sang, about his recent affairs. “I could take down the sheriff!” He bragged. “No! I could take down big ol’ Deadwood David… with my eyes closed!” Al shook his head and his eyes flitted quickly to the man at the bar.

"Now this is how Billy the Kid met his fate. The bright moon was shining, the hour was late. Shot down by Pat Garrett, who once was his friend. The young outlaw's life had now come to its end."

“Don’t make promises ya can’t keep, Kelly.” Spot warned with a sigh. Racetrack cocked an eyebrow from his place next to Jack. He raised the pitcher in question, and moved away from the table when Spot shook his head. The cowboy waved off Spot’s warning as the bartender whispered lowly to his customer.

"There's many a man with a face fine and fair, Who starts out in life with a chance to be square. But just like poor Billy, he wanders astray And loses his life in the very same way."

Everyone cheered in unison for the song; although, some might’ve been cheering for their gambling wins. Albert smiled and tipped his hat before he went back to strumming mindlessly at his guitar. A small grin made its way onto his face as Jack drunkenly droned on.

"D’ya hear Spot? Talkin’ bout promises I can't keep!" He scoffed; a drunk burp made its way up his throat. "I mean- Listen, I've got way more kills under my belt than Billy the Kid had got." Jack took a sip of his glass. Race had been filling it with coffee, but he was much too drunk to notice. “He would’ve never died if he was as experienced as me. Besides, this Deadwood guy’s a total poser. I betcha I could take him on with my-” He looked confused for a second. “With my- my eyes closed!”

“So you’ve said.” Albert shook his head and chuckled. "Anyhow… the song ain’t a challenge, Cowboy. It's a warning. Don’t mess with something that ain’t botherin’ you.”

"You’re starting to sound like my Papaw, Al.” Jack bumped Albert’s shoulder with his cup. “He don’t look good on you. Oh! You know who looked good on me, though? Them gals over in Tombstone.”

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" He slurred. "I mean, practically a different girl each night. Gorgeous women too. Unlike any lady out in these parts."

An obnoxious scoff came from the boy at the bar. He circled his finger around the rim of his glass as he spoke, his head still down. “I sure ain’t heard any Tombstone ladies bragging on about pirooting with a Jack Kelly.”

All conversation ceased at the boy’s words. The notes on Albert’s guitar suddenly became more dramatic, and Jack would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so offended. Spot let out an exasperated sigh, but the rest of the customers were visibly tense. Every man had a hand on his gun, waiting for a showdown.

Jack turned and stared the boy down. "Maybe you ain't talked to the right ladies.”

"Maybe you just ain’t worth bragging about.” The boy took a sip of his drink. Racetrack let out a short giggle, then nervously ducked under the counter to make a drink that nobody had asked for. “Or, maybe, you ain’t really been with as many ladies as you claim.”

Disgruntled, Jack got up and made his way to the bar. The boy laughed as the outlaw tripped a little over his own feet. Jack grabbed the man by a shoulder and forced him to spin in his chair. He shoved a mean finger into the man’s chest. The man at the bar snickered, his face still covered by his hat.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Huh?”

“You know what they say about cowboys who brag too loud about their women.” He sniffed and rubbed his nose.

Jack gave a mock laugh. “Anyone in town would tell you I’m not queer. ‘Specially the ladies who pass through. Who do you think you are, anyway?”

As the boy pushed his hat out of his face, he made direct eye-contact with the outlaw. "I think I'm the fella that can send the ‘famous’ Jack Kelly home crying to his mama." Jack was silent, stunned. His finger was still pressed into the man’s chest, but it had begun to shake. "What now, Cowboy? I'd tell you to take me down like you promised," Deadwood gave a slight shove to Jack’s shoulder, yet he found himself almost toppling over. "But you're too corned to even stand straight."

Spot cleared his throat. “I won’t have you dunderheads havin’ a showdown in my saloon. Be respectable, boys.”

“There wasn’t gonna be no showdown, anyhow. This feller’s too drunk to do anything. He couldn’t shoot at me even if he had his pistol to my head.” Deadwood flicked a coin to Spot. “Thanks for the dynamite, Spot.” And with that, he proudly walked out of the saloon.

Jack watched the man leave and stood tall with fake pride. After the man was gone, he made a drunken attempt to sit down but instead accepted his place on the floor. Racetrack sighed and raised the outlaw by his armpits before sitting him on a barstool. Spot scoffed as he handed the outlaw a glass of water. “I told you not to make promises you can’t keep, you stubborn ole fogy.”

"I'm fixin' to keep that promise. But right now,” He started to gag, “I think I'm gonna be sick."

“Steady, Izar.” Jack mumbled. “Ain’t too far from here.” His horse neighed, almost as if she was responding to him. She even sighed as he stumbled into her. Jack could almost hear her complain about his recklessness. “I ain’t that drunk, Izar. Honest.”

He led her into the stable behind the Conlon home. “Spot was kind ‘nough to give us a nice little place to stay in for the night.” Jack looked around the stable and flinched at the smell of manure. “Well, he offered to let me stay in the house. But ya know I can’t leave you, mama.”

“Second I heard about you, Jack Kelly, I knew you were insane.” A voice muttered from the corner. “But I never would’a figured you was the type of insane to talk to yourself.”

Jack groaned. “Fuckin’ Spot. He knew you’d be here. Ain’t that right, Deadwood?”

“Yup.”

A tense silence fell over them, but Jack was far too tired (and drunk) to start a fight. He began to take off Izar’s saddle. “I wasn’t talkin’ to myself. I was talking to Izar.” He explained and gestured to his horse. Though, as Deadwood laughed, he realized that wasn’t a much better excuse. “Listen, I don’t feel the need to explain myself to you.”

“Yet here you are. Doing it.” Deadwood snorted as he pulled his hat further over his face. The hay he was laying in enveloped him as he snuggled deeper into it. “Now, I promise not to kill ya if ya promise to shut up.”

Jack grunted in agreement. His intuition screamed at him not to let his guard down, but Izar had already nestled herself into the hay. At that moment, he figured his awful gut feeling was just the whiskey from earlier. Besides, Izar had a good judge of character, most of the time. She curled around Jack as he rested against her, and the two slowly drifted off to sleep, just inches away from one of the deadliest men in the country.

Yelling voices and the sound of cracked wood startled Jack awake. Once he came to his senses, he realized that Izar was no longer behind him. Panic filled his chest and he scrambled to his feet. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he began to barely make out what was happening in the shadows.

Deadwood had a lanky boy pinned beneath him, his pistol to the person’s head. Another boy laid up against the wall of the barn; he was surrounded by splinters and his own blood. His head lolled against his shoulder, the blood from his nose pooled on his leather vest. The boy had a gun in his hand, the safety off and his hand on the trigger.

David lifted the boy underneath him by the collar of his shirt and shoved him against the wall. “I knew you were pathetic, Morris. But going so low as to kill a man in his sleep? We may be outlaws, but we have some sense of morality.” His hand in the Delancey brothers’ shirt tightened as he pushed the boy farther into the wall; Jack could hear the wood cracking beneath him. “And you don’t kill a man’s horse. Not unless you’re too much of a pussy to kill the owner.” Then, he dropped the man to the floor and spit at him.

Morris used a dramatic hand to wipe off his face before he scrambled to his feet. His hands shook as he moved to grab his pistol. “You place a single finger on that gun, and I will break every single one of your fingers-” Deadwood growled and grabbed the boy’s wrist. “One. By. One.”

After he let go of Morris’ wrist, the boy tripped over himself as he picked up his brother. Oscar barely seemed alive; his only sign of life had been the elongated groan he let out as Morris lifted him. David stopped the two before they could hurry out the door. “You two better never point a pistol at my Cowboy or his horse ever again. Next time, you don’t get a warning. I’ll line you two up and watch the bullets go straight through both of you.”

The two hesitantly nodded (Oscar moved his head down, and that was enough for David). Morris dragged his brother out the door, and it wasn’t long before the sound of galloping hoofs grew quieter and quieter.

“What the hell was that about?” Jack demanded. Deadwood rolled his eyes and led Izar out from behind his own horse.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Cowboy. Go back to sleep.”

“You’re losin’ it if you think I’m gonna let this shit go,” Jack argued as he moved to pet Izar’s neck. “They got you riled up enough to call me your cowboy.” He scoffed. “And you called me queer.”

David cocked his pistol in retaliation. “I defended you while you’s was asleep, but I’m not against shooting a man who’s awake.”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, Deadwood. I won’t tell no-one ‘bout this. It wouldn’t be good for my reputation, anyhow. Cowboy don’t need no-one to save him.” He closed his eyes, an amused grin on his lips, and went back to resting against Izar.

The infamous outlaw stared at him, before he broke into laughter. “Spot was right. You are a stubborn ole fogy.”

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t-tex-edwards · 2 months

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TWANGSVILLE REVISITED: T. TEX EDWARDS FAMILY TREE?

https://twangsvillerevisited.blogspot.com/2021/12/t-tex-edwards-family-tree.html

THE NERVEBREAKERS

T. Tex Edwards is an unsung pioneer of cowpunk and honky tonk murder ballads who started out in the '70s with the punk band the Nervebreakers. Thom "Tex" Edwards' whiskey-soaked vocals already had a slight country twang to them back in 1978 even as the band performed their goofy anthems while supporting the Sex Pistols in Dallas. Drawing influence from the Flamin' Groovies and the Cramps rather than the more political end of the punk spectrum, the Nervebreakers were equally at home lampooning "You're The One That I Want" from Grease as they were playing it straight (relatively) with the Kinks' "I'm Not Like Everybody Else." Their original material was rousing and funny, and "My Girlfriend Is A Rock" was even a minor hit in San Francisco. The band never released a full-length record in their lifetime, even though they had an almost legendary local reputation. A live performance of them backing Roky Erickson at the Dallas Palladium in 1979 was released in 1992, and a posthumous CD recorded in 1980, We Want Everything!, was finally released by Get Hip in 2000.

01 - [1978] Politics 7" (2021 Remaster)

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02 - [1980] We Want Everything! (2000 Reissue)

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03 - [1981] Girls Girls Girls Girls 7" (2011 Reissue)

On 19 November 1980 the Nervebreakers won the "Agora's Battle Of The Bands" in Dallas TX. Their prize was free recording time at Pantego Sound Studios in Arlington, TX where these two songs were recorded. The single was originally released in 1981 on Wild Child Records, but by then the band had already parted company. Great single by Dallas 70's Punk-rock band! A-side is a catchy original track and is backed with a cool cover of a Rolling Stones classic marked with the Nervebreakers snotty style. 01 - Girls Girls Girls Girls 02 - I'd Much Rather Be With The Boys 320k 13.9 Mb DOWNLOAD LINK

04 - [2000] Hijack The Radio! (2017 Reissue)

An anthology of mid to late '70s studio recordings, some of which ended up on the Nervebreakers' late-70s 7″ vinyl releases on Wild Child Records, some on the 1979 Texas punk LP compilation Are We Too Late For The Trend? (ESR Records), some on a volume of Italian label Rave Up Records series of American Lost Punk Rock Nuggets, and others that have up-to-now never been publicly released. Includes the original (and best) hit recording of “My Girlfriend Is A Rock”, the title anthem “Hijack The Radio!”, and punk classics like ”Why Am I So Flipped?”, “I Wanna Kill You”, and “I Love Your Neurosis”. Also included are proto-punk psych-y gems like “My Life Is Ruined” and “Beyond The Borderline”. The CD release has four additional CD-only bonus cuts including an early (different from the We Want Everything LP) take on the Troggs' great “Strange Movies”, an original 1977 demo version of “Hijack The Radio”, and from 1975, a moody slice of Syd Barrett-like proto-punk-psych called “See Me Thru”. 01 - Hijack The Radio! 02 - My Girlfriend Is A Rock 03 - Why Am I So Flipped? 04 - My Life Is Ruined 05 - I Love Your Neurosis 06 - Everything Right 07 - Missa Moses 08 - So Sorry 09 - I Wanna Kill You 10 - It's Too Late 11 - Beyond The Borderline 12 - Part Of My Love 13 - See Me Thru 14 - Strange Movies 15 - Hijack The Radio! ('77 Demo)

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05 - [2014] I Wanna Kill You 7"

This brilliant single features an original 1977 alternate track from The Nervebreakers' LP Hijack The Radio! while the B-side premieres "They Were Doin' The Pogo" a newer recording. 01 - I Wanna Kill You 02 - They Were Doin' The Pogo Track 01 recorded early 1977 at Highgrove House, Dallas, TX. Track 02 recorded 2008 at Ash Creek Estates Recording, Dallas, TX. 320k 14.5 Mb DOWNLOAD LINK

ROKY ERICKSON & THE NERVEBREAKERS

Despite possessing great talents and a voice that can squeeze emotion from a stone if necessary, Roky Erickson's life and music career have been a mess; he was one of many casualties of the psychedelic '60s. So it's always a joy when another Erickson tape is discovered and the quality is superior. Erickson is in fine form for this 1979 Dallas gig with the Nervebreakers. The musicians are tight and focused as they run through classics such as "Starry Eyes," "Cold Night For Alligators," "You're Gonna Miss Me," and "Two-Headed Dog." The sound quality is sharp and far less challenging than the bootleg quality of Live at the Ritz 1987. Most exciting is the material. The obvious favorites are here, but so are "The Wind And More," "Mine Mine Mind," "Bermuda," and "White Faces," tunes he recorded with The Aliens. They're done with high spirits and some inspired guitar playing.

[1992] Live Dallas 1979

01 - The Wind And More 02 - Starry Eyes 03 - Mine Mine Mind 04 - Bermuda 05 - Cold Night For Alligators 06 - The Interpreter 07 - You're Gonna Miss Me 08 - I Walked With A Zombie 09 - Bo Diddley's A Headhunter 10 - Two-Headed Dog 11 - Bloody Hammer 12 - White Faces 320k 120.4 Mb DOWNLOAD LINK

T. TEX EDWARDS & OUT ON PAROLE

Edwards' first post-Nervebreakers outfit, Tex & The Saddle Tramps, left scarce but vital documentation, such as the churlish rocker "Move It!" that later would appear on The Loafin' Hyenas record and be covered by LeRoi Brothers. Still most of the T. Tex legend from the early to mid-'80s remains only in the recollections of those fortunate enough to catch him performing his offbeat brand of incorrigible country live. His growling redneck delivery is at times unhinged, but it's instantly recognizable, highly addictive, and consistently manages to hit the narrow margin between parody and reverence, often accomplishing both. He formed Out On Parole in Austin in 1984, and The Loafin' Hyenas in Hollywood in 1986, but it took until 1989 before things finally started moving forward. His first solo album -- as Tex Edwards & Out on Parole -- was a stroke of demented genius that caused a stir when cult label Sympathy for the Record Industry released it yet proved more an inspiration than the chart-topper it should have been. Pardon Me, I've Got Someone to Kill was a collection of "psycho-country" covers done with a relatively straight face and high musical pedigree -- LeRoi Brothers/Fabulous Thunderbirds alumni Mike Buck was the driving force behind the album. It's not only Johnny Cash who wrote dark country and western songs of adultery and murder; Pardon Me collects obscure, nutty gems from the likes of Johnny Paycheck (the title song), Porter Wagoner ("Rubber Room"), and Lee Hazlewood ("Girl on Death Row"), not to mention the twisted genius of Leon Payne's "Psycho." The same ground would be covered in the following decade, sometimes with song selections oddly similar to Pardon Me, but rarely with the same gravelly brilliance.

[1989] Pardon Me, I've Got Someone To Kill (2002 Reissue)

01 - I'm A-Gonna Kill You 02 - L.S.D. Made A Wreck Out Of Me 03 - (Pardon Me) I've Got Someone To Kill 04 - The Girl On Death Row 05 - Psycho 06 - You Ain't Never Gonna Live To Love Saturday Night Again 07 - Smitty 08 - The Cold Hard Facts Of Life 09 - Dolores 10 - Beatin' On The Bars 11 - Strangler In The Night 12 - The Rubber Room 13 - Country Hix's 14 - Last Will And Testament (Of A Drinking Man) 320k 90.6 Mb DOWNLOAD LINK

THE LOAFIN' HYENAS

The 1991 release of The Loafin' Hyenas' only LP was mostly ignored despite strong original material and another killer band. Songs like "Can't Find The Doorknob" and "Scratchin' Fleas" utilized Tex's distinctive vocals perfectly, and the drunken abandon of the band was captured, bottled, and released only in France and Japan. Further recordings followed under various guises and numerous small labels. T. Tex And The Big "D" Ramblers, DisGraceland, and T. Tex And The Sickoids were a few that made it to record, and one-off projects like 1999's 18-song Texicated Tape were mostly circulated among the faithful.

[1991] The Loafin' Hyenas

01 - Can't Find The Doorknob 02 - Boot In The Toilet 03 - Bonehusker Stomp 04 - Goin' South 05 - Scatter 06 - Way Of The World 07 - Scratchin' Fleas 08 - Move It 09 - Klawhammer Krunch 10 - Forbidden See 11 - Diablo_Devil 12 - If Looks Could Kill 13 - Things Must Change 14 - What Goes On 320k 117.6 Mb DOWNLOAD LINK

T. TEX EDWARDS & THE SWINGIN' KORNFLAKE KILLERS

After a long silence, the full-length Up Against the Floor was released in 1996. The Swingin' Kornflake Killers backed a slightly toned-down Edwards on a selection of offbeat covers (David Bowie's "Black Country Rock" and Conway Twitty's "Lonely Blue Boy") as well as equally memorable originals like the instant standard "Ain't No Bars In Heaven." A while later the Nervebreakers announced they were regrouping after their "slight" 27-year hiatus. T. Tex remains a pioneering, under-appreciated, and often neglected chronicler of the offbeat and eccentric traditions of country rock & roll.

[1996] Up Against The Floor (2007 Reissue)

01 - Overture: Dirtweed 02 - Ain't No Bars In Heaven 03 - Funnel Of Love 04 - One Helluva Weekend 05 - The Living & The Dead 06 - Lonely Blue Boy 07 - Iff'n I Ain't Dead 08 - How Far Down Can I Go 09 - Gonna Love My Baby Now 10 - Whiskey Trip 11 - Cat's Back 12 - Black Country Rock 13 - It's Over (Last Date) 14 - Killer Breakdown 15 - Baby (Crazy Date) 320k 133.0 Mb DOWNLOAD LINK

AND FINALLY

T. Tex Edwards - [2012] Intexicated!

T. Tex Edwards "remains a pioneering, under-appreciated, and often neglected chronicler of the offbeat and eccentric traditions of country rock 'n' roll," notes All Music Guide. Intexicated! remedies any neglect of this wild and wooly Texas musical treasure with 19 collected odds, sods, unreleased recordings, demos, outtakes and offbeat gems from throughout his distinctively different musical career spent kicking up some seriously cool and twisted dust from the roots rocking underground. Featuring work under his own name as well as such T. Tex outfits as The Loafin' Hyenas, Tex & The Saddle Tramps and The Swingin' Cornflake Killers are such top T. Tex moments as renditions of Psycho and Lee Harvey, his classic Move It (also recorded by The LeRoi Brothers), takes on Dave Davies' Kinks hit Death Of A Clown and Baby's Got A Gun by The Only Ones, and to wrap it all up, a demo of a commercial Tex cut for the Chili's restaurant chain. It's an intexicating collection from an artist of uncommonly cool off-kilter brilliance. 01 - The Big D Ramblers - Intexicated! Part 1 02 - Purple Stickpin - Baby's Got A Gun 03 - Lithium X-mas - Love Power 04 - Out On Parole - L.S.D. 05 - Tex & The Saddletramps - Move It 06 - The Loafin' Hyenas - If Looks Could Kill 07 - The Swingin' Cornflake Killers - Cravin' 08 - Hickoids - Lee Harvey 09 - The Big D Ramblers - It's Gravity 10 - Tex & The Saddletramps - Have You Ever Spent The Night In Jail? 11 - Tex & The Saddletramps - Thirteen Women 12 - Out On Parole - Crazy Date 13 - Mechanical Bull - Blood On The Saddle 14 - Out On Parole - Psycho '84 15 - The Loafin' Hyenas - Goin' Down South 16 - Lithium X-mas - Nobody Likes Me 17 - The Toe Tags - Death Of A Clown 18 - The Big D Ramblers - Intexicated! Part 2 19 - Tex & Breakfastime - Chili's Demo 320k 139.8 Mb DOWNLOAD LINK

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simmonsized · 10 months

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remember that time Carolina went to get rid of the last piece of York she had because she thought that was the only way to let go (bc she walked away from her dad and let him and her tex/mom problems be at peace finally) and Wash made her hold onto it and made her realize that she could love people in her past without it killing her? And she could hold onto him without his lighter burning her? Pepperidge Farm remembers

YES OF COURSE I DO

I'm sorry but if I ever seem like I don't still live for yorkalina kill me

That being said, I do also love the way it's Wash who is like, you don't have to let him go to move forward, and I love that they hold the hands after because I want.... Well anyway

I think it is important that Carolina learns, in her grief, that you don't have to burn everything down, the same way she let her dad be, even though Epsilon didn't want her to, the same way that she presses that kiss to his head when she says goodbye, the way it's Agent Carolina who leaves the Director her pistol, not a father and daughter, but a commander and his officer, like these are important, these are what make her human, and so for her to be able to hold on, to move forward, but not let go of York, because it's okay for her to keep carrying him with her,

My god it destroys me

#im just having a lot of feelings #pepperidge farm remembers

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butterflyintochains · 4 months

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Vancouver Canucks Nicknames

Phillip DiGiuseppe -> Pizza, PhillyD, PDG

Mark Friedman -> Frieds

Tyler Myers -> TyMy, Chaos Giraffe, Big Tex

Filip Hronek -> Shotgun

Teddy Blueger -> Blue, Teddy Bear

Andrei Kuzmenko -> Kuzy, Sunshine (guess we're saying goodbye to him, huh?)

Ilya Mikheyev -> Mickey, Missile

Nikita Zadorov -> BigZ, Zaddy

Nils Hoglander -> Nilsy, Big Hog, Hogs

Elias Pettersson -> Alien, Petey, Pistol, Swedish Prince

Pius Suter -> Army Knife (as in Swiss Army Knife)

Brock Boeser -> Boes, Flow, Brockstar

Thatcher Demko -> Snatcher, Demon, Jedi

Casey DeSmith -> Smitty, DS

Conor Garland -> Garly, Pocket Rocket

Quinn Hughes -> Huggy, Big Q, Quintain, Cap

Dakota Joshua -> JoDak, Cheetah, DJ

Sam Lafferty -> Sammy, Laff

JT Miller -> Millsy, Team Dad

Vasily Podkolzin -> Vasy, Podz

Anthony Beauvillier -> Beauvi, Tito (he started the season with us, so he counts)

Elias Lindholm -> Beast, Lindy (apparently one of his middle names is Zebulon, which is pretty cool)

Carson Soucy -> Dr Souce, Sushi

Nils Aman -> N-Squared

Noah Juulsen -> Jewel

Arshdeep Bains -> Arshie, AB+,

Arturs Silovs -> Arty, Red Light.

Ian Cole

Tucker Poolman

#vancouver canucks

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bellumtenetur · 2 years

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::I'm told you're looking for Swindle.:: He's not going to lie and say he's the best with any sort of technology-based science, but he knows the basics. Mainly, putting a dampener over his signal so he can't immediately be tracked. He does, however, send a set of coordinates just outside of the Temple's territory to Onslaught's comm, after finally getting the information out of said broker. ::If you want him, you'll have to come here.::

Onslaught had been thrilled to receive a communications from a closed comm line. One dedicated to the gestalt. One that had been unused for so long. He's prepared to be soft, to be understanding...

Swindle was always more pliable when Onslaught murmured and growled.

What he gets makes his ever bubbling rage flare like a nova. The others bundle into his processor. Recoiling at the message. All of their emotions roil within in. He crushes part of his seat under his fingers.

Blastoff throws a drone to take the pilots seat. Punching in the coordinates.

Amber hued optics spark with his fury as he grits his denta.

:: When I get my servos on you. I'm going to twist you into an art installation for Swindle to sell to an organic planet.:: The glyphs are rigid with rage and lined with disbelief.

:: Thought kidnapping mechs would be beneath you by now. Guess some gabbirs due hard huh.:: Modulating himself now. Tex is nodding at another station. Flicking a thumbs up.

Ons slumps in his captains seat.

:: But I guess you can't be blamed... You always did want slag that was out of your reach. Always taking from others. :: He pulls a pistol, playing with the slide. :: No matter who had to lose for you to do so.::

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deputy-buck · 9 months

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“I returned to my room to pack for the flight to Afghanistan.

Rucksack, flak jacket, ceramic plates to stop AK-47 fire, helmet, M-16 rifle, twelve magazines of 5.56 mm ammunition, M9 pistol with five magazines of 9 mm ammo, ten quarts of water, sleeping bag and Gore-Tex liner, fleece jacket, wool hat and gloves, face paint, first-aid kit, maps, blood chit, grease pencils, compass, GPS (Global Positioning System) receiver, toilet paper, eight-inch dive knife, two pairs of underwear, five pairs of socks, two T-shirts, one rain jacket, Pashto and Dari translation guides, disposable cameras, calculator, plastic transparencies, case of PowerBars, iodine tablets, earplugs, entrenching tool, picture of my family taken the Christmas before, camp stove, signal mirror, Angle of Repose, atropine injector, sunglasses, headscarf, toothbrush, electric razor, American flag, and a thousand dollars in twenties, just in case.“

- Nate Fick, One Bullet Away. (p. 105)

#one bullet away #nathaniel fick #nate fick #generation kill #buck builds

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updated list (up to 5 pages now!)

1913 - Krazy Kat

1914 - Gertie Dino

1918 - Koko the clown

1919 - Felix the cat

1919 - Olive Oyl

1922 - Julius the cat

1925 - Pete

1926 - Winnie the Pooh

1927 - Oswald the lucky rabbit

1927 - Ortensia cat

1928 - Clarabelle cow

1928 - mickey mouse

1928 - minnie mouse

1929 - horace horsecollar

1929 - Bosko talks Ink kid

1929 - popeye the sailor man

1930 - pluto

1930- bimbo

1930 - betty boop

1932 - goofy goof

1932 - Bluto

1933- Buddy (looney tunes)

1934 - donald duck

1935 - porky pig

1935 - little kitty

1935 - oliver owl

1935 - ham & ex

1935 - beans the cat

1936 - owl Jolson

1937 - Petunia pig

1937 - gabby goat

1937 - Daffy duck

1937 - egghead

1937 - elmer fudd

1937 - della duck

1937 - HDL

1939 - Casper

1939 - Sniffles

1939 - Barney Bear

1940 - Tom & Jerry

1940 - daisy duck

1940 - bugs bunny

1940 - woody woodpecker

1941 - Butch (alley cat)

1941 - Toodles (tom’s love interest)

1941 - Fauntleroy fox

1941 - Crawford crow

1942 - Spike the dog

1942 - Tuffy/Nibbles

1942 - Beaky buzzard

1942 Mama buzzard

1942 - Henery hawk

1942 - wolf (blitz wolf)

1942 - jose carioca

1942 - tweety bird

1943 - meathead (tom n jerry)

1943 - droopy

1943 - Chip and Dale

1943 - red (red hot riding hood)

1943 - topsy (tom n jerry)

1944 - screwy squirrel (mgm)

1944 - Panchito pistoles

1945 - Sylvester cat

1945 - Pepe le Pew

1945 - yosemite sam

1946 - gossamer

1946 - foghorn leghorn

1946 - george (henpecked hoboes)

1946 - junior (henpecked hoboes)

1947 - goofy gophers (Mac and Tash)

1947 - scrooge mcduck

1948 - gladstone gander

1948 - hippety hopper

1948 - Marvin the Martian

1948 - Lightning (tom and jerry)

1949 - butch (tex avery)

1949 - wile e Coyote

1949 - road runner

1949 - tyke the pup

1949 - playboy penguin

1949 - penelope pussycat

1950 - little quaker (tom n jerry)

1950 - granny

1950 - Sylvester Jr

1950 - snoopy

1951 - clyde bunny

1952 - gyro gearloose

1953 - sam sheepdog

1953 - ralph wolf

1953 - southern wolf (tex avery)

1954 - Goldie o-gilt

1954 - Taz

1954 - witch hazel

1954 - speedy Gonzales

1955 - Michigan J. Frog

1956 - flintheart glomgold

1957 - grinch

1958 - huckleberry hound

1958 - yogi bear

1958 - boo boo

1959 - quickdraw McGraw (Latino)

1959 - snugglepuss (gay)

1961 - Ludwig von drake

1961 - magica de spell

1964 - fethry duck

1967 - woodstock (peanuts)

1978 - Garfield

1981 - Mario

1981 - donkey kong

1981 - Pauline

1983 - Luigi

1985 - princess peach

1985 - bowser

1987 - webby

1987 - Beakley

1987 - launchpad

1987 - Duckworth

1988 - Roger Rabbit

1988 - Jesscia Rabbit

1988 - Benny the cab

1989 - Fenton

1990 - babs

1990 - buster

1990 - plucky

1990 - hamton

1991 - sonic the Hedgehog

1991 - doctor Eggman

1991 - drake mallard/darkwing wingduck

1992 - tails

1993 - Amy rose

1993 - yakko warner

1993 - wakko warner

1993 - dot warner

1994 - knuckles

1996 - lola bunny

1999 - spongebob

2001 - shadow

2001- Shrek

2001 - donkey

2001- princess fiona

2001 - gingerbread man

2001 - Pinocchio

2004 - puss in boots

2007 - Shaun the sheep

2007 - Bitzer

2011 - kitty softpaws

2011 - Humpty Dumpty

2011 - tina russo

2011 - (dhmis) Red guy, yellow guy and duck

2017 - Lena de spell

2017 - mark beaks

2022 - perrito

2022 - death

#toons throughout the years 2023 #toons throughout the years 2024 #list updated!

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Quick! Fav weapon of each of your ocs and would they have the psyche to kill someone!

SHIT UHHH if they have a weapon and is on the list then yeah they probs do ANYWAY

Borderlands OCs first

Colin: The Flood Victor: Speedloadin' Hellwalker Ray: ION Cannon

Elijah: The Judge and The Jury (fanmade guns) Tex: Nimble Jack Lucky: No specific gun of choice, probably a pistol

Gabriel: The Flood (like his bf) Gamma: No specific gun of choice, probably anything made by Maliwan J4CKP0T: it can't really have a weapon of choice since its a formless ai in charge of an abandoned casino but it does have a preference for equipping its robots with assault rifles

Non BL OCs

J. Bennett: Crowbar Yce: her magic (though she doesn't like killing) Vexus: his magic The Sealweaver: her weird freaky eldritch spider magic Amaldin: yup, also magic

Harp: her teeth (though she avoids killing)

And uhhh thats all I can think of rn

#text post #snowball's post #ask box

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socialjusticeinamerica · 2 years

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Another Texas killing. The escaped inmate took an AR-15 and pistol from the home of his victims because every home in Tex-ass has multiple firearms.

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ambrial-blog · 1 year

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The Honeysuckle Effect Part 2.

Time skip-

1.1

As the morning light filters through translucent curtains: made of golden tapestry. A light breeze caresses his face. His eyes burn as Blitzo groans clutching his head trying to fight off the assaulting headache that made his stomach churned lurching in place. He swallows down the rising bile blinking the sleep from his eyes. He fully awoke finding himself sprawled out on a western themed bed a duvet wrapped around his naked body.

Where was he? How did he get here? He didn’t recognize this room. Blitzo had been so drunk last night he could barely stand. His eyes grew fuzzy around the edges and he tried to recall driving home. He didn’t remember the drive home- because he wasn’t home. Everything was a complete blur, the night was fragmented. His head cracks: he felt like he had been pistol whipped. Blitzo winces in pain. Maybe this was all a dream he thought while basking in the warmth of the rising sun. Perhaps his mind had taken pity on him for once and this was a vivid dream. Blitzo's eyes widen feeling himself being drawn towards a warm inviting body. his head resting against a firm chest an unknown leg draped over his thigh effectively trapping him, pinning him to the bed. Ba-thump...

Ba-thump....

Warm soft breath glides down his exposed collarbone causing him to shudder sending shivers coursing down his spine. Blitzo suddenly become rigid: stiff as a board as a bronze hand glided up his inner thigh brushing against his abdomen. It all came flooding back to him. The house of Ausmodeous. The abrupt appearances of his exes. Being thrown out and getting into a squabble with Stolas on the front steps of the prince's palace. The Bar, the liquor. The Cowboy and that absurd Purposal. Blitzo froze as he felt a hardness pressed up against his spine did not go unnoticed by the boss imp. As the scarlet devil pretended to be asleep. "No, no no this can't be" he thought as his mind began to panic. he silently hoping that whomever was holding him did not catch onto his rapid heartbeat. His eyes fluttered shut as he fought once again to contain the bile rising into his throat. His dreams were filled with image of the previous night.

The crippling humilation that burned through his veins. Brought on by the shittest of night. Running into Fizzorolli: A childhood romance that fizzled out. Burned a scotching trail to a love-scorned Tsundere Sucubus.

She was more bitter then sweet. coming home, the first time was an acidic taste of bitter rejection. Curling up the misery had clung to his body like a second layer of skin. Getting a call from Loony at two in the fuckin morning saying that her plans with Tex had burned out and she needed a ride back home.

Only to be conned into one drink. A drink that wound himself into a whirring night of pleasure. He silently growls he should've just driven away but then he wouldn't've had any of those free drink and between the many glasses of Beelzebub honey: A liquor that was not cheap and the smooth whiskey that warmed his insides setting his veins into a simmering mixture of burning heat and liquid desire.

He wanted to forget tonight, goddamnit he fucking deserved it! after all the shit he had been through. he let loose and had himself a little chaotic fun. Perhaps he did indulge himself. but those drinks were free!, and now as he lay there wrapped up in a warm duvet, naked and cuddled up to a stranger's body. The depravity, hit him. Blitzo suddenly felt sick to his stomach as the sound of pulsating music reverberated through his head. he could feel the thrum of the music recalling everything except for vital bit and pieces.

Like how the fuck did he wind up here!" "Sitting alone at the bar while his daughter mingled around with the other hellhounds" "Feeling used was just the tip of the iceberg" The warmth that filled him, the taste of honeysuckle on his lips.

The long shadow of a dubious outlaw suddenly appearing out of nowhere: like he had been summoned. The sound of jangling spurs set his nerves on edge. A thick country drawl that broke the invading silence.

The warmth of those long necked bottles of scotch, bourbon and whiskey. Blitzo purrs as warm calloused hands rub his chest, a pencil- mustache tickles his skin. Blitzo closes his eyes, and he could still see the look of sorrow in the owl prince’s gaze as he glanced out the rearview mirror.

Blitzo wiggled feeling the duvet start to shift and pull away, a warm mouth claimed his hardening nipples. As the forked tongue lapped up the beading sweat. Blitzo swallowed thickly suppressing a moan. his mind began to drift to Stolas and the look of despair. He remembers looking at Stolas in desperation. Wanting the prince to say something, anything to abolish the doubts. If he knew Fizz was going to be here, he would've waited outside... but it was too little too late, and he was stuck facing down his past.

Fizzorolli cackled flinging him up into the air, and throwing him into a sharp corner. Blitz gasped in pain gripping his side as humilation burns through his body. Blitzo glances up, as Fizzorolli places him at his seat. Fizz's hand digs into his side. Blitzo glance up hoping that Stolas would find his voice. Only to find the prince hiding behind a menu. Blitzo looks around, everyone was staring at him. He felt small. "A plaything!" "A glorified sex toy" "Nothing more then a transactional fuck!" Fizzorolli was staring at him, grinning down, gloating a wide smile appearing on his face.

The scarlet imp, inwardly grimaced he was unfortunately torn. He needed Stolas,- no, he needed his grimoire but could he keep doing this? could he keep fucking someone- He felt so numb. His company relied on the Prince's Grimorore. It was how they were able to do their jobs. Was there another way to conduct business? The Ausmodeous crystals: but he had tried to attain one in the past, seducing Verosika. The pop-Icon was livid upon discovering Blitzo's true intentions. But by the time that relationship ended. Blitzo wanted nothing to do with the succubus. And the thought of Fizzorolli touching him again was enough to make him hurl. The clown harbored an unhealthy disdain for his Harlequin. To him, Blitzo had bailed. but the hellish jester had a trick or two up his sleeve. and, the Sucubus was still spiteful harboring unrequited feeling. "Could we get by without the grimoire?. I.M.P was all he knew all he had. The former Harlequin had built his life around the prospect of running his own company. After his father shot his dreams down as a child. He'd forever be in Fizzorolli's shadow.

He ran the first chance he got, leaving Fizz and the circus life behind him. He had been there when Fizz was in the hospital. He left: a single white rose. That nights still haunts him. Cash and Mammon were discussing his life along with another jester: one from the shadow realm: The Great Milengo. He had no choice, he had to either leave Fizz or suffer another whirlwind beating from his father. Blitzo's ears burned as he tried to catch pieces of their conversation. Was Cash planning on selling his son again? To the Ringleader Blitzo had no real talent. his efforts fell to the waistside it was only natural that Cash found other ways to utilize his son. His time with Verosika was another bitter pill to swallow: one he didn't like to dwell on. He wanted to leave them all in the past but he knew he couldn't do it on his own. Years of experience had proven that.

2.2

#Hellvua Boss #Fanfiction #Striker/Blitzo #hurt/comfort.#drunk Blitzo

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