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"*Good lord...*"

Fox is just rubbing his temple with a look of pure pain on his face. He wonders if it's too late to renounce the American side of his nationality, if only to avoid seeing naked cowboys in distress over current politics.

Why does he ALWAYS have to rip his clothes off like that?

Honestly he's not sure what's worse at this point: Naked Butch or that bald mouse man. THAT poor unfortunate soul better put on some sunscreen. He'd never seen someone look quite so miserable. At least he wouldn't overheat in this weather.

@townofcadence @gunslinginnhogtyin

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@townofcadence @gunslinginnhogtyin ((YA'LL STOP MAKING ME LAUGH SO HARD I'M TRYING TO WRITE VERY SRS BSNS REPLIES FULL OF SERIOUSNESS please don't fucking stop I love it all my sides ache I love you two))

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;;I feel like Olivier would be haunting if he didn't have a mustache

@ssnowbunnii // Unprompted!

"Ho ho ! I suppose I do look far less dashing without it, But I am sure I have the charm to thrive despite such a setback!"

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Shaves Olivier entirely

@burnittdown // Why

Why did you do that?

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imagine coming from the 1800's only to find out what america has become (has always been)

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You should draw Olivier stuck in a glue trap :3

Anonymous // Unprompted

Help Him

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((LOOK AT THE BOI I LOVE HIMMMM. I think my favorite is definitely the glasses. I see what you did with those scars. He looks so good I love his shorts design!))

Kiddie Pool Fit !

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For those of you participating in the Kiddie Pool RPs, here is a ref for what Rach has on.

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((AAAAA that is cute as fuckkkkk I love itttttt <3 Rachael deal with ya cowboy))

scoop! (ft @splinter-sister )

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" Don't forget the booze and drugs. That definitely helps, " Jonas says, his smile wry as he pushes a bottle of cold beer towards the cowboy.

“How do you manage to keep going despite everything?”

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"Well, what else'm I s'posed t'do?" Asks the cowboy with a roll of his shoulders and a big smile. "Sulk n' feel sorry fer m'self when th' goin' gets tough?"

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REBLOG IF IT IS OKAY TO COME INTO YOUR INBOX AND SAY THE RANDOMEST SHIT I CAN THINK OF BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO INTERACT WITH YOU.

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I just love female muses so much. Reminder to all writers of female muses oc or canon that you are doing amazing work and are talented as fuck, and your collective giant middle fingers to the rampant misogyny in the rp community is just the light of all fucking life. 

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Fox frowned slightly at Artair's words but said nothing. He was however watching Artair closely and his forehead creased with growing concern as he was led along by the taller man. He could see he was hurt, though unable to tell how badly.

He'll be alright. He heals. It will be fine...

Fox could tell himself that all day long but the truth of it was no matter how many times he'd witnessed it, it did not change the fact that Artair was in pain and *he* had not been quick enough to prevent it....

Above them in the deepening urban twilight rose grey concrete building walls; windows far beyond reach, no footholds, no places to hide and not a doorway in sight to duck through. Fox took a glance over his shoulder. He couldn't see anything yet but footsteps echoed all around them, bouncing off the walls in such a way that it was impossible to tell if it was their footsteps or the footsteps of those pursuing them. He quickened his pace a bit to keep up with Artair's long stride as his jaw set with determination. Fighting his own urge to take charge and take the lead, though the taller man seemed so dead set on being the protector in this scenario he doubted he'd even give him the chance.

Such a strange feeling...

Turning that last corner, it opened out now into an area near the highway. On their right side a tall chain link fence and metal railings separated them from the traffic rushing noisily by. The sidewalk itself followed straight alongside a dry culvert and there they paused a moment right at the edge of it.

" I had it under control..." (Sure you did Fox)

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"Not from where I was standing, you didn't." Artair winces, fighting the urge to clutch his arm and side. It'd heal soon enough so he ignores it for now. He continues dragging fox behind him through the streets instead, turning sharp corners. "And I'll be damned if something happens to you or Jonas. As long as I'm around, neither of you are going to get hurt. You're both gonna be okay. And you're just-- just going to have to deal with someone caring."

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What You're Lacking

" Wow. RUDE...who's Moe? "

"*I fail to see how a lack of former American presidents or overbearing deities in my life can be construed as a bad thing. I will admit my cooking skills are abysmal...*"

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" Water...yeah hold on..." God Butch felt very hot. Could demons or half-demons catch shit like the flu? He didn't know but...he'd figure it out. One thing at a time.

" Stay right there ok? Don't move, " he said, placing his hand on Butch's where he was fumbling with the buttons of his shirt and giving it a quick pat. " I'll be right back and...I can help you with the clothes ok? But I'm gonna get a bottle of water for you if you think you can keep it down. And get you some clean clothes. And a towel..." he said as he got to his feet. His hand ran tenderly across Butch's hair one more time and gave his head a little pat and then he was out the door.

Mentally he thought out his plan of action for Butch as he washed his hands and arm and took the bottle of water from the fridge. Ideally he'd want to put the poor guy to bed as soon as he was done cleaning himself up but the other bed was upstairs. Maybe he could at least bundle him up and put him on the couch for the time being while he cleaned up the guest bed and changed the sheets? He'd see what Butch felt like doing.

In his bedroom he hurriedly threw on a clean shirt, dug out the oversized t-shirt and a pair of boxers and the softest towel and washcloth he could find and hurried back to the bathroom. He nudged the bathroom door back open.

" Here we go..." he said gently, dropping the items on the sink.

" Just...to the guest bathroom...hang in there.. " Jonas said, keeping his tone soft as he helped Butch down the hall. Butch was a bit taller and definitely heavier than Jonas but the little redhead was determined to prop him up as best as he could. Luckily for them both, the guest bathroom wasn't too far. Unfortunately there were a few more casualties along the way despite Jonas's best efforts to keep the wastebasket handy, namely a fake potted plant and Jonas's shirt and sleeve. Oh boy...

Once in the guest bathroom, Jonas managed to guide the miserable hung-over cowboy to the toilet and knelt down beside him, pushing back his sweat-soaked hair as much as he could.

" There ya go, " he murmured. While Jonas could handle vomit better than blood any day, this was all still quite the mess. " Ah fuck. It's ok, Butch..." His little hand rubbed Butch's back comfortingly. " No problem, no problem. I got some hm some t-shirts and boxers somewhere that were too big for me...just y'know...let you get finished up here...run you a shower or something if you wanna so you can get cleaned up and I'll wash your clothes and the sheets, ok? "

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Please reblog this if you RP fandomless ocs!!

Absolutely no offense to canon muses <3 I just am so biased to fandomless ocs. That’s how I dipped my toes into this community, and I hate seeing how few and far between they are now.

Again, feel free to reblog this post if you actively write fandomless ocs! If you’re a multimuse with canons + fandomless ocs that’s fine too!

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" Ehehe I would have been quicker but uh.. I was in such a hurry I ended up catching my swimsuit on a cabinet handle and ripped it. Had to find something else to wear! "

Jonas grinned sheepishly when he got that reaction out of Rachael. " Sorry! " he said quickly, rubbing his hands together. " Yeah I will in a sec uhh lemme fix you a nice minty mojito first. " He grabbed what he needed and set to work but not before taking a minute to watch Rachael head off. God she looked GOOD in that bikini. Damn. He cupped his hand over his mouth.

" Don't melt all the ice, hot stuff!! " he shouted teasingly.

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He's rolling up to the pool with a cooler on wheels wearing fake denim jean swim briefs and a open white swim shirt. " Phew!!! " he huffs. His hands (still cold from handling frozen peas!) squish affectionately against her face and he gives her a big ol' SMACK just like he said he would. " MUAH! I got stuff for boozy or virgin slushies too. AND extra ice. You're a lifesaver you know that? "