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cowboy-anon · 1 year

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Would you guys be interested in a poll-based story where Weston shows up at your farmhouse’s front door late one night seeking shelter? Maybe it takes place after an escape from Sheriff Graham, so it’s a mild canon divergence-

#not that there's much context with weston to begin with #but i had the idea and now i'm actually pretty into it!#but i want to make sure people would participate lol because otherwise it's not really that fun for a poll-story #let me know!#weston's wild west whump #haven't used that tag in a HOT second lol #cowboy whump #whump #whump community #whump poll

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milk-carton-whump · 3 years

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Fav Fic List

Just a list of my favorite stories/fics I'll update it regularly but these all have my favorite tropes in them which is why they're my favorites lol. Also these are just the ones I remember off the top of my head. But check out the other stuff related cuz it's all good. There is some NSFW included, I'm 22 and read what I want.

Asher & Sensory Deprivation

@whumpasaurus101

Flowers

@tears-and-lilies

Flowers part 2

@tears-and-lilies

Alex meets Ritz (Modern AU)

@unicornscotty

Eddie and the Photoshoot (Modern AU)

@unicornscotty

Max (my baby) and Sensory Deprivation

@unicornscotty

Chapter 22 - Damage (nsfw)

@tears-and-lilies

Branding

@whumpasaurus101

Kissing and Cleaning

@whumpasaurus101

Making Pin Pretty

@sideblogformindtrash

Haru finds young master tied up

@sideblogformindtrash

Inhale, Exhale, Pause

@just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi

Suspended

@oswaldinator3000

Pin's Embroidery

@sideblogformindtrash

Sapphire's Anniversary

@whump-me-all-night-long

Weston's Wild West Whump pt 1

@cowboy-anon

Ch 8- Blackout

@mascmasochist

The Lonely House

@just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi

Throat Training (nsfw)

@whumpfigure

Welcome to the show, Kid

@bloodbath-arena

Beautiful - O2 (favorite)

@just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi

Gasoline (favorite)

@jordanstrophe

The Auditorium

@cowboy-anon

#favorite fics #favorite whump tropes #favorite tropes #whump writing #adding this to my big ole intro post

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cowboy-anon · 1 year

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Awesome, looks like that other poll is in fact working! Therefore, I raise this one-

Weston would arrive at your front door in the middle of the night. Whether it takes a whumpy turn or not (and how whumpy) would depend on you.

#whump #weston’s wild west whump #weston the whumpee #whump poll #Whump community #cowboy whump

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cowboy-anon · 2 years

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Weston's head snapped to the side ...

Holy heck, going hard from the beginning, huh? Lol 👀 Not as whumpy as it could be but y’know.

For context (and not exactly spoilers but like... they kinda are. Idk if it matters that much though lol, Chapter 3 isn’t even finished so I offer this instead but anyway) Sherrif Graham and his crew end up bringing Weston back to Graham’s ranch.

CW: Broken ankle (previously broken), cowboy whump, gun mention, implied future escape attempt, implied past kidnapping, manhandling, punched in face

Weston’s head snapped to the side. Lightning. His vision went white like lightning, and the crack of Graham’s fist against his temple boomed like thunder in the evening quiet of the stables.

Weston had barely finished catching himself on the wall of one of the stalls when Graham hauled him up again by the front of his shirt, so that he was glaring into raging blue eyes.

“I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thank you,’” he seethed.

Weston gritted his teeth against the sharp pain. Screw that. The generous “offer” Graham just granted him was anything but that, although standing on one foot, his leg raised to protect his throbbing broken ankle from his own crushing weight, he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t at least tempting.

“You sleep here tonight,” Graham had said a minute ago, pulling Weston roughly into the occupied stables. “Tomorrow, I’ll patch you up good as new. Then you get to work.”

To which Weston had rightfully responded, “Screw you.”

Did he really expect Weston to say yes to that? No. Hell no. Weston wasn’t going to do anything for this no-good sheriff, least of all work for him.

But Graham still had his gun, and Weston was still unarmed. Hating himself for saying the words, still glaring daggers, Weston gritted out, “Thank you.”

Graham tilted his head, and his mouth twisted into a thoughtful smirk. “’Sir.’”

Weston’s look grew more venomous, but Graham was waiting and if he wanted any chance of getting out of there, well... Weston reached up and ripped Graham’s hands from his shirt. “Sir,” he spit, and seemingly satisfied, Sheriff Graham hummed and began his walk back past the rows of stalls.

“The hay ought to keep you warm enough tonight,” Graham added, and then he stepped out of the stable. The door shut loudly behind him.

Weston waited until he could no longer hear Graham’s footsteps before allowing himself to slouch against one of the stalls. He gingerly put his foot down with a wince. He needed whatever strength he could save for tonight.

Weston would be gone by morning. He meant it this time.

#not as good as weston's stuff usually is :/#it's been a while lol #cowboy whump #weston's wild west whump #✨content✨#sorta lol #thank you for the ask!#uh... yeah i'll tag #broken bone tw #gun mention #manhandling tw #punching tw #implied past kidnapping #yeah lol

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cowboy-anon · 3 years

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Weston’s Wild West Whump - 2

I DID IT! I FINISHED IT. Holy cow. XD Anyway, it’s a bit of a longer piece. Today, we learn a bit more about Weston, we’re introduced to Graham’s men Dee and Sunders, and we discover Graham is not someone you want to mess with. Enjoy! :D

CW : Animal corpse used as a metaphor, bribery mention, broken bones (and the symptoms that accompany them), concussion, cowboy shenanigans, gun mention and threat (not real), hogtie threat (not yet realized), knife mention, mild cursing, somewhat degrading language, thieving mention, touch of low self esteem, vaguely implied unsafe home life.

(I’m new to content warnings, so if I’ve missed something, please don’t hesitate to let me know! :D )

Tagging: @milk-carton-whump, @unicornscotty, @abitefullofwhump, @alliecat5594, @ihaveacrushonjester (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from this list!

2 - Good Ol’ Righteous Cowboy

Weston has only met Graham twice before this. Once, last week when he came to investigate the ranch’s missing cattle. “Sheriff Graham Miller,” he’d introduced himself. The way he’d carried himself, charming and self-assured, Weston was sure the culprit would get theirs, and if Johnson was lucky, he’d get his cattle back before Weston moved on.

And then Weston found that handkerchief caught on the barbed wire fence, “G.M.” embroidered on it in a stunning shade of blue. As far as leads went, it was pretty thin, but that blue thread and those initials—there was no way it could be a coincidence.

Which is what led him to his second encounter, dressed in Johnson’s clothes, pretending to be a wealthy man in search of some cattle for his father’s failing ranch. Of course, Weston was nowhere near wealthy, and his father’s ranch, he’d remembered with a shudder, was doing just fine, but wearing Johnson’s Sunday best, he sure as hell looked the part.

But with Graham being the one to show him around, he could only see so much. Weston was walked past rolling pastures and prize-winning cattle, sure, but no proof.

Which is what led him to his final attempt at getting it, not exactly a third encounter but one that led to it—this one—kneeling in front of two of Graham’s men, a lasso tight around his middle and with his right ankle throbbing painfully with every heartbeat.

Despite their lack of history, when one of Graham’s men pistol whips him across the face, it feels strangely personal. Weston can feel the malice, sees the satisfaction on the left’s face when his own snaps sharply to the right. The shock of it almost overwhelms the burn. Almost.

Weston stays there for a second, hunched over with his eyes squeezed shut, reminding himself to breathe, letting out a pained groan instead. Another breath, this time bracing. He shakes off the stinging pain and rights himself with a tight lipped smile.

His tongue darts out over his bottom lip, tastes blood. Yeah, he’s sporting a split lip now. He winces at the pain, more an ache than a burn now, and blinks back involuntary tears.

When Weston raises his eyes again, the man has his revolver in hand, arm pulled back to strike him again. God, he hates to admit it, but he flinches, tucking his face into his shoulder, waiting for the blow.

He hears the grunt of effort, expects his view to whip right again in a burst of pain when he hears, “Stop playing with him, Dee. Get his legs.” When Weston doesn’t feel the strike, he allows himself a glance in the direction of the voice.

It’s the man on the right, face stony with purpose.

The man on the left, “Dee” Weston assumes, shoots the man a venomous glare, then turns to look at Graham, who’s digging into the saddle bag of one of the horses.

Graham’s not paying attention when the butt of the gun slams into Weston’s temple.

Weston hits the ground hard, landing heavily on his shoulder, cheek pressed into hot rocky dirt. His head, oh God. He gasps against the blinding pain, eyes skewed shut as he gapes like a fish out of water.

“Dee.” Between the ringing in his ears and his ragged breaths, he hears it, a low reprimand but not a surprised one.

Weston forces his eyes open to look at the two men now looming over him, but he ends up shutting them again. When did the sun get so damn bright?

“You wanted me to get his feet, Sunders.” Sunders. That’s got to be the other man’s name. And—wait, they’re still talking. Focus, Weston, focus! “ —think he was gonna let us tie him up that easy? Graham likes Randy clueless. The sooner he’s tied up, the less questions we gotta answer. Get me?”

Randy? Who the hell’s Randy?

Weston lies there for what feels like ages before the more important thoughts make their way back to him. Graham’s here. Dee and Sunders, they’re going to tie him up. His ankle’s shot, he’s got that lasso around him that’s not going to let him go anywhere.

And all three of them are armed. Great.

Weston worms his arm out from under him and eases himself up until he’s propped on an elbow. For a moment, the world spins. Forget cotton. His head’s full of sloshing water, distorting and disorienting and all too heavy for what it is.

He wants to lie back down, let whatever’s going to happen happen. He’ll feel those ropes dig into the tender skin of his wrists and bite into his swelling ankle. Will they make him walk? No, not with a hogtie. He’ll more likely be draped over the back of a horse and taken back to the ranch, where—

Where what? Who knows what’ll happen back at that ranch? And what the hell is he thinking, lying back down and giving in? He shakes his head with a sneer. If he’s going to that no good sheriff’s ranch, he’s going angry, not complacent.

So he pushes himself up until he’s sitting again, lightheadedness be damned, and squinting at Graham’s back, legs stretched out in front of him, he calls, “You needed three guys to get a hold of me, Graham?” It comes out a groan, nowhere near as snarky as he wants it to be, but it’s dripping with sarcasm nonetheless—and based on the smile that sneaks over the sheriff’s face, it catches his attention. “Why, I’m flattered. ‘Course, I probably should’ve expected as much.”

Dee’s at eye level in an instant. He grabs a fistful of Weston’s shirt and jerks him forward, lips curled up in a snarl. “Why, you—”

But Graham just laughs from his spot by the horses.

Dee’s eyes, still shining with murder, flicker with confusion, and Weston’s gaze snaps over to Graham, doubled over with warm, genuine laughter. What the hell?

The grip on Weston’s shirt wavers as the seconds tick by. Finally, Weston clears his throat and says, “Sure, I find your stupidity funny, too, but—”

Graham’s gun is trained on him before he can finish.

“Dee,” Graham says, motioning with his revolver. It’s a command. Dee barely spares Weston a smug grin before pulling his hands from Weston’s clothes and stepping into place between Graham and Sunders.

Graham squares his shoulders and, accent thicker than Weston’s ever heard it, he says, “What’s funny is you talking about stupidity.”

Weston knows he should be scared, and he is. He feels it, unadulterated fear, making its way to his shaking fingers, twisting knots deep in his stomach, watching him stare down the blackened barrel of this gun, telling him, Give up, give in. Maybe he’ll let you walk away.

It’s so damn tempting.

But Weston has already given in to too many people like Graham with the promise of walking away too many times, so despite everything, he balls his trembling hands into fists, meets Graham’s eyes with a pained smirk, and says, “Please, do tell.”

Graham grins.

“Good ol’ righteous Weston Casey.” He shrugs past Dee and Sunders and makes his way towards Weston, digits lazily fingering his gun’s trigger, blue eyes scanning him and the barely concealed shock on his face. “Yeah, I’ve heard about you. Hardworking, dependable, new in town. You rolled on in here just last month, didn’t you?”

Weston doesn’t answer. Instead, he changes the subject. “What do you mean, ‘righteous’?”

Graham stops by Weston’s feet and sits back on his haunches, eyes trailing idly over his body. “I mean your absurd morals,” he says. “I’d heard about it before, but I saw it clear as day when I came to Johnson’s ranch yesterday. You were angry for him.” He laughs to himself, toying with the trigger thoughtlessly.

But the hammer’s still standing tall by the frame, not pulled back. So the gun’s not cocked yet. It never was. That’s good news.

“It’s a damn shame,” Graham continues. He’s looking at Weston’s face again, a tiny knowing smile on his lips. Did Weston’s realization show? “The bribe I would’ve paid you—beyond generous. Not that you would’ve taken it.”

“What’s this got to do with stupidity?” Weston cuts in. He’s stalling at this point, he knows it, but he needs something—anything—to distract him from the fear bubbling just beneath his surface.

“Well, we’re talking about you, aren’t we?” Another flick over the trigger as Graham’s tone shifts, almost amused. “A good, quiet stranger rolls into town, surely minding his own business when something not quite right goes down. A few cows go missing. Nothing special, nothing new. Cattle go missing all the time around these parts. But being him, he decides he wants to investigate.”

Graham’s voice darkens then. Weston forces himself to be still under Graham’s scrutiny as his eyes travel over his left leg, then to his right. Then to his right ankle, swelling like a cow’s carcass in the summer sun under his jeans. “And he finds out a little too much,” Graham continues. “And he gets in a little too deep. And he decides he wants to do the right thing. Which, in itself, is not a stupid thought.” Graham glances back up at Weston. “But his—your—morals, they get in the way of some really great opportunities. A guy like you would fit into this cattle rustling operation real well.”

At that, Dee’s expression visibly sours behind Graham, but he stays quiet. Smart or scared?

“I know you won’t take the bribe,” Graham says lowly, “but how about a fair trade? Your work for my money, plain and simple.”

Weston scoffs to himself. His heart is in his throat pounding so loud he can hear it, but it’s not even a question. He meets Graham’s eyes through his mop of hair and says, “Over my dead body.”

He means it.

Graham stares at him, and for a second Weston thinks he might burst out laughing again. But he just smiles, more to himself than Weston, seemingly thinking something over.

He tucks his gun back into his holster, shoots Weston a big grin. And then his gloved hands shoot out and twist his right foot hard.

Weston’s broken bones in the past. He’s felt that wet snap of the initial break. He’s felt the numb shock before his brain catches up with his body. He’s felt that nauseating pain that accompanies every jostle and movement of the site.

But he’s never felt anything like this.

Weston shrieks, white hot blinding, agonizing pain that he feels all the way to his fingertips in sharp, involuntary spasms. Overwhelming, all encompassing. In this moment, Weston is pain.

Too much, too much, too much! It’s blaring in his head like a siren, that fear. His face goes hot, then cold. Tears run down his cheeks, but he’s too focused on gritting his teeth against another wail to care.

“See, I gave you a chance just then,” Graham says over his cries. “I offered you a job, nice and respectable like, and you turned it down—and for what?” He leans in close to Weston, a hand still twisted in the fabric of his pant leg. “A few meaningless morals? If you ask me, that’s awful stupid of you.”

Graham wrenches his ankle again, and even though Weston knows what to expect, it’s just as awful as the first time—worse even. Bone grinding on bone, leather on swollen, hypersensitive, hot-to-the-touch flesh.

He throws his head back with a broken sob. “G-Graham—!” Weston doesn’t know why he says that. He doesn’t even realize it’s him saying it, not in his current state, concussed and half delirious with pain.

But he definitely hears “Yes, Weston?” through the haze, barely registers Graham’s hand leaving his leg.

The twisting’s stopped, Weston knows it, but the pain hasn’t. He still feels it, twisting, twisting, the rough seams of Graham’s leather gloves on swollen skin. And he feels dread, prominent, telling him this isn’t the worst to come, not by a long shot, that only makes it hurt worse.

He hasn’t felt a dread like this since his last month at the family ranch.

As the worst of the pain melts from his limbs, just enough for it to be bearable, his wits start to come back to him, and it occurs to him that he cried out Graham’s name in an agony-induced panic. Then Graham had asked him a question: “Yes, Weston?” His stomach drops at the thought.

What had he been looking to say? Would he have begged? “G-Graham, please stop! Please!” Or would he have bargained? “G-Graham, I won’t tell a soul, I swear!” Maybe, Weston realizes with a thick swallow, he would’ve accepted Graham’s terrible offer, helping steal cattle for the man he’s grown to hate in the last twenty-four hours to save himself. “G-Graham, I… I’ll do it.”

Graham had called him righteous.

Weston is a coward.

“Weston, you wanted to say something to me?” Graham is grinning, blue eyes glimmering with mirth. He wants to know what he was going to say just as much as Weston does.

Weston stares at his feet. His ankle is back to that constant throb, but the muscles in his foot and calf are still twitching and seizing from Graham’s rough hands. “Yeah, I did,” he says quietly. “I wanted to tell you, ‘Graham…’”

He shakes his head, sets his jaw, meets Graham’s eyes with a steely gaze. And then he spits at him, fueled by what little fight he has left, “‘Graham, get your damn hands off of me.’”

Righteous. Coward.

Liar.

Graham stares at him for a long moment before rising to his feet, that stupid smug grin still on his face when he looks back down at him.

“I like you, Weston. I really do,” he says, vaguely apologetic, “and you’ve made a lot of stupid decisions today that I could forgive you for. But that decision you made just now, making an enemy out of me? Real stupid.”

Graham turns on his heel and shoulders his way past Dee and Sunders again, only this time he stops between them and, in a voice just loud enough for Weston to hear, he says to them, “Now, I know I told you two to get him trussed up.” The look Graham gives Weston is chilling. “So tell me, what’s he still doing with his hands free?” Graham casts a final glance at Weston before Dee and Sunders make their way towards him for the second time.

This time, they don’t hesitate. Sunders pockets his knife, walks behind Weston, and tugs his arms behind his back, holding them together by the wrists. “Grab the rope from my horse, Dee,” he calls.

But Dee is standing by Weston’s feet, smiling a malicious smile. “His legs first,” Dee says.

Weston can’t see Sunders’s face, but he can hear the exasperation in his voice from behind him when he replies, “There’s no way he’s going anywhere on that ankle now.”

“I know that.” Dee crouches down by Weston’s feet, eyes running down the length of his right leg. “But I want to start with his legs.”

Sunders sighs and drops Weston’s arms back to his sides, already aching at the joints from the position.

“I’ll hold him down.”

Sunders takes his spot next to Dee and puts pressure on Weston’s thighs, holding him still while Dee goes for Sunders’s rope. If Weston didn’t know better, he’d think they were trying to help him.

But he does know better, and he knows their intentions are anything but pure.

He could shove them off, Weston realizes from his spot on the ground. He could, and if he tried, he could get a good solid kick on Dee when he gets back if he uses his left leg. He’d sure as hell deserve it.

But watching Dee take his place by his feet again, Weston doesn’t. Smart or scared, righteous or cowardly—Weston doesn’t know anymore. He just glares at Dee.

Dee smiles back at him. “You got him, Sunders?”

“I’ve got him.”

“Good.”

Dee feels the rope in his hands, tests its strength with a few sharp pulls. Then he turns to look at Graham.

Graham nods at him from by the horses.

When Dee turns back to Weston, he’s grinning from ear to ear, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I’m gonna enjoy this.”

#weston's wild west whump #weston's wild west whump part 2 #cowboy whump #my whump writing #whump #whump writing #whump ocs #pistol whipping #why did i choose to use so many italics #i swear that made the transfer from google docs to tumblr like 6000% harder XD #thank you for reading!#the mystery that is weston is slowly being unraveled #so stay tuned for that!

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cowboy-anon · 3 years

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So since a bunch of people were interested in some Picrews for the characters of Weston’s Wild West Whump, here we go!

(I used one specifically for cowboys this time around, but I wouldn’t be opposed to doing more with a more detailed Picrew later!)

Weston Casey, our resident traveling cowboy whumpee!

Graham Miller, our lovely corrupt sheriff whumper!

Deacon “Dee” Ridley, our...let’s say overly enthusiastic cowboy, to be properly introduced next chapter!

Sunders Casimiro, our dedicated head ranch hand and Graham’s number two, to be properly introduced next chapter!

Randy Larkins, our adorably naive cowboy, to be introduced either next chapter or the chapter after that! (Totally didn’t almost forget to include him in this list. Absolutely not.)

And finally, Cooper “Beau” Sautler, our darling stable boy with a few more unorthodox duties, to be introduced... later. Not next chapter, that’s for sure, lol.

Hope you guys enjoyed! Obviously, if you want to imagine them a bit different in your heads, feel free! :D After all, as fictional characters, they are subject to evolve!

#weston's wild west whump #picrews #weston's wild west whump extras #weston's wild west whump picrews #cowboy whump #stoic whumpee #multiple whumpers #ooh #but which ones?#long post #should i shorten weston's wild west whump to W4? maybe #will i? good question.#whump ocs #intimate whumper

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cowboy-anon · 3 years

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Weston’s Wild West Whump

Ta-da! A moodboard for our favorite righteous cowboy! I’ll probably end up tweaking it a bit in the near future, but honestly? I can dig it!

Who knows? Maybe I’ll end up using it for the masterlist!

#weston's wild west whump #weston's wild west whump extras #weston's wild west whump art #weston's wild west whump moodboard

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cowboy-anon · 3 years

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Weston’s Wild West Whump Masterlist!

Visual Ref: 1

Fanart?!?!?!??: 1

Casey Ranch Arc

1 - Branded Cowboy

Main Storyline

1 - This Cowboy is Screwed

2 - Good Ol’ Righteous Cowboy

Asks for Weston

1 - Care Package

#weston's wild west whump #weston's masterlist #weston #graham #wild west whump #cowboy whump #whump masterlist

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cowboy-anon · 3 years

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What are some of your OCs hobbies? Is there anything they want to try?

Liv, I hope you know you're wonderful and I appreciate you. <3

Alrighty, I’m gonna go with my main, most developed babies (aka not the Apple-sonas or Wilsons) because... there’s too many lmao.

Quick CW: Food, brief abuse mention, vaguely implied Stockholm Syndrome

Weston: At the Casey Ranch, Weston spent a lot of time with Liam. That was pretty much his hobby lol, with a few sub-genre hobbies (?) like baking and sneaking pastries out of the Caseys’ house, breaking bottles by the barn, usually via slingshot, and honestly just talking for hours. Are those hobbies? I mean, the dictionary definition is “an activity done regularly in one's leisure time for pleasure,” so yes. Hobbies. :)

Apple: Apple loves baking, he’s pretty good at cooking and small jigsaw puzzles, and he cleans--but only if it’s for Clay. As far as what he wants to try, he likes attempting more challenging desserts. However, he’s never gotten more fancy than a basic apple pie.

Benji: Is watching reality TV a hobby? I mean, yeah, I guess, so that’s Benji’s hobby lol. They like using silly scripted drama to distract themself from the harsh reality they’re currently living. If they could, they’d definitely take a nature walk in the mornings or evenings--just to get away from it all.

Clay: Clay dresses Benji up on the daily in pretty clothes just because he can, and he beats Apple up whenever he’s feeling stressed. That or when he wants to. However, he really wants to learn to play the violin. He thinks it’s a classy instrument, and he’s not even wrong. XD

Jimmy: Jimmy’s quite the baker too (starting to see a pattern?), and he makes a killer chocolate cake that he eventually teaches Apple. Otherwise, he’s an amateur painter and he dabbles in clay sculpting. Really anything creative, he wants to try at least once, and in another world (literally, in the Apple AU where Apple is Lychee), he’s a florist. :)

#thank you for the ask!#no really thank you. i appreciate you <3 #i said weston has sub-genre hobbies and all i know is he spends most of his time with liam so #yeah lol #i've just now realized most of them like baking and *i* like baking #oh no. i might be projecting onto my ocs lol #whump ocs #weston #weston's wild west whump #apple the whumpee #benji the whumpee #clay the whumper #jimmy the caretaker #food tw #pet whump #cowboy whump #beating tw #stockholm syndrome tw

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cowboy-anon · 3 years

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⭐️Ask game! Tell me about one or more of your OCs! Send this to five people, anonymous or not, if you want.⭐️

I suppose I'll tell you about Weston! I have a few comfort asks for him that I intend to take place during the "Casey Ranch Arc," which I haven't written about at all and therefore that y'all have no context for. XD

Quick CW: Child abuse (he’s 18 but it’s his parents doing the whumping so), mentioned captivity whump, young whumpee

So, about Weston! Long story short, life on the Casey Ranch was fine. It was prosperous, his mom and dad loved him--life was good. Until his eighteenth birthday, when he was awoken from his sleep and was introduced to the "family business."

The family business being that the reason the ranch was so successful was the workers. The workers who came there voluntarily but most certainly weren’t staying as such.

Let me just spell it out: Everyone there’s a captive whumpee. Disobey, you’re beaten. Try to run, much worse. When Weston sees this, realizes those injuries aren’t from escaped pasts but the horrible, too-real present, he decides he doesn’t want to be a part of the family business.

So they throw him in, and not on the profiting side. He becomes just another worker, another whumpee, and being a Casey, the other captives don’t like him at all. He manages to befriend another captive, Liam, and over time they become each others’ rocks. They ground each other. They protect each other and comfort each other.

Weston’s never been in love before this.

Anyway. I think that’s about as I’ll say as to that part of the story. 👀👀 Really hoping I get some actual writing done for it lol. But in the meantime, this short summary and the comfort asks will have to do. :)

Thank you for the ask! This was fun!

#thank you for the ask!#asks for weston #asks for cowboy anon #kinda lol #weston's wild west whump #casey ranch arc #child abuse tw #young whumpee #captivity whump #cowboy whump #multiple whumpees

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cowboy-anon · 3 years

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Weston, you get a care package of whiskey, a new saddle, and a nice new pair of boots.

I'm not gonna lie, I had to go back and reread his chapters to get this right. Lol. I dunno if I’ve mentioned this before, but Weston’s horse is named Tucker. (We’re not talking about the pinto he stole from Graham. Tucker’s a buckskin. :D )

Quick CW: Alcohol, previously broken ankle

“Won’t be able to wear these ‘til my ankle heals,” Weston says, motioning towards the dusty walking cast around his right ankle, “but I sure appreciate the thought.” He picks the boots up and gives them a turn, then a short whistle. “Damn, they’re nice.”

He sets them down next to the hay bale he’s sitting on and inspects the whiskey next, a fine amber color. The cork comes off with a pop and without any fanfare, he takes a long swig, then breathes sharply through his nose. “You know your whiskey. There’s no sense tryin’ to buy expensive whiskey when cheap’s just as good.”

Finally, Weston pulls the saddle into his lap and runs his hand over the smooth leather and intricate embroidery. He smiles to himself. “Thank you very muchly. I’m sure Tucker’ll love this.”

Gosh, this makes me want to write some Weston whump.

#thank you for the ask!#asks for weston #weston's wild west whump #alcohol tw #care package ask game

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cowboy-anon · 3 years

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Hey, y’all! So just a head’s up, but I’ve got a ton of work to do tomorrow, meaning I’m gonna go radio silent for most of the day.

But don’t fret! I’ve got something special to share about Chapter 2 of Weston’s Wild West Whump in the meantime!

As long as y’all keep it a secret, so shh. But next chapter...

✨ Pistol whipping ✨

Hopefully that’s got you excited for Monday! Anyway, I hope you guys all have an amazing day tomorrow! <3

#rambling?#update #weston's wild west whump #pistol whip #pistol whipping #weston's wild west whump part 2 #cowboy whump #i think i'm going to try to update on mondays #hence the monday thing #but yeah!

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cowboy-anon · 3 years

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What’s this? My Bad Things Happen Bingo card?? Heck yes it is! This absolutely hasn’t been sitting in my inbox for a week. What are you talking about?

So the plan is for the majority of these to be used for Weston’s Casey Ranch arc. That’s his life pre-Graham, and it’s going to shine some light on Weston and why he’s the way he is!

Of course, there is one very important ✨reveal✨ that needs to happen before this card can be put into play, but it’s coming soon! By soon, I mean by Chapter 6 at the latest. That sounds pretty far off, I know, but Chapter 3 is finally in the works, and once I’m less busy, updates will be coming more consistently again!

Are you guys excited? I sure as heck am! So look over the card if you want, and get the ones you want to request lined up because I will be taking requests for this! I’ll let y’all know when to start sending them in.

Anyway, I hope you guys have an amazing day! <3 :D

#bad things happen bingo #submission #update?#weston's wild west whump #weston's wild west whump bthb #weston's wild west whump extras #rambling?#but like kinda relevant rambling

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cowboy-anon · 3 years

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Hey, you amazing person, how have you been?

I love your work CB can't wait for the next part (don't burn yourself out tho)

Zee, you’re amazing and I love you. <3 I’m doing pretty good! I’m busy as heehaw and Community is slowly taking over my life (it’s The Office (U.S.) all over again XD), but I’m feeling pretty happy lately. :D

As far as Chapter 3 goes, I’ve been super busy and had a bit of a block. but it’s coming along! @whumpasaurus101 helped me with some details earlier, and @milk-carton-whump tricked me into XD convinced me to write today, so here’s to hoping we have something posted next week! :D

A snippet (weird word) to hold y’all over <3 :