#;AIN’T NO REST FOR THE WICKED (↠RED DEAD V)

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*AFTON & ARTHUR. / @matteredloyalty​

“... you don’t trust us, do you?”

words are far from venomous, but it was the intensity of his gaze, the defensive posture - that probably spoke enough. arms folded tight against his chest, leaning to the right against an old, near-uprooted tree. afton’s eyes flick from the fire, back to the outlaw.

“... i get you got some long history with dutch, but... we’re just tryin’ to survive, same as you.”

[voltronlegendaryimagines]

Hey, could you write headcanons where the reader makes a mixtape for her crush and their reaction to it for the Paladins, Matt and Allura please? Obviously when you have the time, I know you're busy xx

This was just what I needed to get back in the swing of things! I ended up actually… Making mixtapes for each of them orz

Know that the playlists are all more so meant to be music that I think each character would like more so than playlists that I think describe each character. Like, less fanmixes and more what I think they would have on their mp3 players, you feel?

Links next to each character (youtube playlists) + track lists under the cut

Keith (Listen here)

He’s??? So thankful????

He probably constantly had music on when he lived alone so it’s really special for him that you would do this

Can’t believe you took the time to make him a mixtape like holy shit

Listens to it for the first time on his own and he blushes the whole time

Not only did you pretty much nail the kind of music he likes

He also couldn’t get you out of his head when he was listening to the mix

Afterwards, he’d make you one in return

Doesn’t really know what to put on it though so he sort of guesses what kind of music of his he thinks you’d like

Lance (Listen here)

So excited!!!

He isn’t a big music guy (mostly listens to whatever other people have on at any given time) but he loves that you picked stuff out for him

100% wants you to listen to it with him

He doesn’t talk much while you guys are listening to it but every now and then he catches your eye and tells you how much he loves it

Would try to get you to dance with him during a few songs

Gives you a BIG hug once it’s over because wow he’s just so happy you did this for him

Probably plays it all the time afterwards

Would figure out how to rig it so he can play the mix in his lion

The only reason he’d stop is if you made him a new one

Shiro (Listen here)

Thinks it’s really sweet and like??? The cutest thing

Probably asks you if you want to listen to it the second you give it to him

He pauses it in the middle of the mixtape and is just like “??? How did you know I like this kind of music?????”

He really enjoys music but he doesn’t really talk about it or his tastes much so he’s SUPER surprised

Tries to act all cool and mature but he’s screaming inside the whole time because he’s so smitten with you rn

Asks you if you have any more artists and songs that you think he might like because at this point he 100% trusts you to recommend him some quality stuff

Pidge (Listen here)

She’s so into it holy shit

Offers to listen to it with you later that night after she’s done working

Probably just relaxes and hangs out with you while listening

Talks while it’s playing but sometimes she goes quiet to listen more closely

v surprised bc you didn’t strike her as someone who would be into this kind of music?

v excited about it though

Recommends you a bunch of other bands

If you’re not *actually* into more electronic and indie-electro stuff though, she tries gets super flattered that you looked into it for her? like that’s so nice ????

Really appreciative of it ;-;

It’s her new work playlist and the only way anyone’s turning it off is over her dead body

Hunk (Listen here)

He doesn’t like sitting in silence, and tends to have music or ambient noise on in the background at All Times so this is a perfect thing for him

That being said, it probably takes him a day or two to give it a listen

Probably turns it on when he was getting some work done or during training

Screams because holy shit he hasn’t really heard this type of music before but he is into it

You pass by him one day and he’s singing along to your mixtape

He gets kind of embarrassed when he notices you but also wants to tell you how much he loves the tape

Would probably put it on whenever you guys were hanging out

Matt (Listen here)

Dies on the spot

Already planning your wedding, he’s so flattered you did this for him

IMMEDIATELY goes to listen to it the first chance he gets he’s so excited

Doesn’t mention it though until the next time you guys hang out alone

That’s when he starts singing some of the songs to you

He’s a pretty alright singer too and it’s very cute

It’s very cheesy though and honestly even he’s a little embarrassed

It’s worth it tho to make you smile

Asks if you have anymore music you think he’d like

This time though, he wants to listen to it with you

Probs would blush the whole time though

You think it’s pretty cute

Allura (Listen here)

Doesn’t really understand what it is at first

After you explain it though? She’s very curious and excited and so happy you did this for her

All but drags you to go listen to this with her

Listens very intently the whole time

Really likes earth music!! It wasn’t what she was expecting at all

Wants to try out other kinds of music too but what you showed her on the mixtape ends up being her favourite

Mostly because it’s what you specifically picked out and thought she would like

It means a lot to her that you did that

Decides that she’s going to make a mixtape for you, but of Altean music!

Keith

Eyes Half Closed (Acoustic) - CrywolfElectric Feel (Gespleu Downcast Edit) - Henry GreenThe World At Large - Modest MouseR.I.P 2 My Youth - The NeighborhoodRoom To Breathe - You Me At SixAlways - blink-182Follow You - Bring Me The HorizonIt Ends Tonight - The All-American Rejects

Lance

Lisa Baby - Walk The MoonHold Me Tight or Don’t - Fall Out BoyYou’re Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring15 Dreams - New PoliticsAnimal - Neon TreesSmile Like You Mean It - The KillersTokyo (Vampires & Wolves) - The WombatsMy Type - Saint Motel

Shiro

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic MonkeysC’est Toi - Cameron AveryBad Habits - The Last Shadow PuppetsMadness - MuseSit Next to Me - Foster The PeopleDon’t Forget Who You Are - Miles KaneDark Necessities - Red Hot Chili PeppersAin’t No Rest For The Wicked - Cage The Elephant

Pidge

Leave A Trace - ChvrchesSeptember - St. LuciaOur Fragment (feat. Missio) - SkruxFreesol (Dabin Remix) - Seven LionsProfessional Griefers (feat. Gerard Way) - deadmau5Midnight City - M83Up All Night - BeckGive Life Back To Music - Daft Punk

Hunk

Buddy Holly - WeezerKarma Police - RadioheadThe One Moment - OK GoDiane Young - Vampire WeekendYou Only Live Once - The StrokesNaive - The KooksDon’t Look Back Into The Sun - The LibertinesLittle Black Submarines - The Black Keys

Matt

Fingerprints - POP ECTSwimming Pool Blues - Miniature TigersSomething Good Can Work - Two Door Cinema ClubTake Me Out - Franz FerdinandKiwi - Harry StylesLove, Selfish Love - Patrick StumpParis - Magic ManCardiac Arrest - Bad Suns

Allura

Lonely Hearts Club - Marina and the DiamondsToo Much is Never Enough - Florence + the MachineGreen Light - LordeBody Talk - FoxesOf The Night - BastilleThe Sound - The 1975New Rules - Dua LipaPaper Love - Allie X

[guiding-morningstar]

Learn y’all ABCs

Tagged by my fabdad @isailmyships

a - age: 21

b - biggest fear: everything lol but getting old and dying without family/friends would be a big one. 

c - current time:14:10

d - drink you last had: Tetley Tea with soy milk.

e - every day starts with: My B12 supplement pills (Vegan life is awesome) and Spicy Red Pepper Hummus. Either a black coffee or Tetley Tea with soy milk.

f - favourite song:  Ain’t No Rest For the Wicked - Cage the Elephant

g - ghosts, are they real:  No. But there are a lot of things people don’t really understand, like certain energy-levels that can be left in certain areas or certain frequencies or electrical currents we can’t consciously register, which I think explain a lot of “hauntings”. 

h - hometown:  We’ve got it all. Canals, weed, great beer, nature... but we ain’t as chaotic as Amsterdam. Bless.

i - in love with: Not sure if I can feel love in that way. I do get mad crushes like 24/7 tho lol. Distance is my lover.

j - jealous of:  people who’ve got damn good aesthetic 10/10 

k - killed someone: Indirectly.

l - last time you cried: Today after a long time, when I heard the mother who is still looking for her daughter after the attack at Manchester, Ariana Grande concert.

m - middle name: Lujza. Basically my mother is dyslexic or smthing lol

n - number of siblings: one

o - one wish: Settle down with a nice girl and have adventures. Basically to be capable of having a healthy relationship.

p - person you last called/texted: this girl I’m low-key dating sort of.

q - questions you’re always asked: How do you not eat cheese/meat/dairy/fish/eggs???? Can you say something in Dutch/Croatian?? Wait, so you actually give zero shits about [enter something important that will affect my future]?

r - reasons to smile: Music, how beautiful this earth is and how lucky I am.

s - song last sang: I wanna be (500 Miles) by the Proclaimers loool

t - time you woke up: hella late. Mornings are for people who aren’t real.

u - underwear colour: Lila, because I am a boss ass bitch like that.

v - vacation destination: This year, Croatia.... surprise surprise.

w - worst habit: smoking, getting annoyed easily, getting anxiety over mindless things.

x - x-rays you’ve had: head, teeth and lungs.

y - your favourite food: Everything with avocado and coriander. Basically the entire Tex-Mex kitchen is bae (except for the dairy and dead animals). Also in love with oven roasted potatoes and hummus.

z - zodiac sign: Virgo, and it suits me.

I tag no one because I have no friends kbye

[ecotone99]

[TH] [SF] The Cimmerian

Joseph C. Weitzman was about to die. Nothing could change that now. When the 56yo ex-convict and career scumbag first laid eyes on his pursuer that night, he barely dignified the mysterious figure with a second glance, it would be a mistake he would immediately regret. Judgment had sent its agent for him, and that agent came from the deepest void, clad in black, took no prisoners, and never lost a target. Weitzman would know the true peril of being hunted by The Cimmerian.

It all started not an hour before. Weitzman could be found for hours at the Red Eye Dive, celebrating his triumph over the judicial court system and beating several sexual and violent charges placed against him for attacking a young woman and her male friend. He would proudly exclaim how he would add his latest sexual assault and battery charges to the ever-growing list of crimes he has yet to pay for. Many of his compatriots, fellow rapists, murderers, and unpunished felons, cheer his praise while the many sex workers and homeless crack whores cling to the back wall uneasy and on edge. After several hours of drinking, fornicating, and imbibing in every substance available to him, the party finally began to die out. As everyone began to stumble out into the streets, Weitzman poured himself another drink and was about to take a seat as he noticed he was not alone. In a dim corner at the far end of the bar, stands a peculiar figure dressed all in black, unwavering, and silent as the grave.

“Hey, buddy! Didn’t you hear the last call? Party’s over, so how about you get the fuck out so I can get some sleep.” Joe cried out, half expecting them to either wake up or fall over. With no response, he yelled again, “I don't care if you’re deaf or out fuckin’ cold,” Weitzman stands from his seat and grips ahold the pistol tucked into the back of his pants, “when I say get out, I ain’t asking!” As Joe draws his pistol the strange figure doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch, but throws open his eyes and glares down the villain mercilessly with a blazing pair of the raging violet oculus. Startled, Joe jumps a bit at the jarring sight before steadying his hand and taking aim. The shadowy figure began to slowly step forward, as though walking without a cane. With each step, Joe’s nerves begin to wear, watching this otherworldly... thing inch closer towards him. His trigger finger tenses, his hands go clammy, his vision blurs. The barely audible *click* echoes throughout the empty dive, a final warning. A deafening blast tears through the air, the figure stops dead in his tracks before falling face-first onto the dirty bar floor. Tending to his ringing ears, the disorientated crook looks back to where his foe once stood, a wicked smirk spreading across his face. “I warned ya, dumb fuck.” Calmly making his way over, Joe looks across a bar table to find... nothing. The corpse Weitzman expected to find has vanished; no pool of blood, no sign he had crawled off, only a stained tile floor covered in dried beer cigarette butts. “What the fu--” he wonders as he turns away and stands immediately confronted by the violet-eyed, intimidatingly large, pitched skinned demon he had shot a mere moment ago. The Cimmerian begins his hunt.

The dreadful golem towers over Weitzman, clearing almost 7 feet tall. The features of what was an indescribable figure are now as clear as cut stone, though a thick black essence seemingly stains every inch of the hulking goliath. His hands have lengthened into jagged claws, the skin clings tight showing every vein and muscle under his skin as dark as coal. Looking up, its eyes still burn bright with a radiating violet hue; the rest of his face has changed, once cloaked in the shadows and hidden away, now flaunt its thin skeletal grimace as this child of the dark continues to glare down at its prey. Joe screams for his life, instinctively popping off two more rounds from the firearm still firmly in his grasp. Unfortunately, it was all for not. As the bullets pass through the Cimmerian like stones through an open window, he simultaneously emits the most haunting blood-curdling scream that echoes through the empty city streets. A banshee knew no wail like a Cimmerian, a shriek of another soul damned to the void.

He ran. Joe didn’t know what that thing was but thought it best for his health not to find out. Tripping over hobos sleeping in the street, continuously looking over his shoulder, panic and instinct drive Weitzman from the Red Eye, down the street screaming like a lunatic. All those who looked out to the noise on the streets saw only a man raving in the night, brandishing a gun. No one gave him a second look, much less a second thought. Every chance he turned back to face the Cimmerian, sending shot after shot down towards the horrific specter, still marching towards Joe. Once his ammo was spent, he threw the piece away and realized the only thing that mattered; ‘All you can do is run.’ Ducking down alleys, hopping fences, cutting through parks and empty lots, every trick was tried; not once did the Cimmerian falter, never did he slow, for his prey continuously exhausted himself. The hunt would soon end. Climbing up a chain-link fence and hurtling himself into the empty lot, Weitzman looks back to find the man in black still marching towards him, focused and unwavering. He takes this opportunity to claim a head start. Sprinting with what energy he could muster Joe got about 50 feet, reaching the skeletal framework of a semi built chemical factory. Collapsing behind the corner, out of breath and completely spent, Weitzman peeks back around the corner where he spies the burly figure approaching the fence, reaching out, and then walks through the steel woven fence as if it weren’t even there. Weitzman struggled to his feet and continued in through an open wall to the factory interior. While desperately searching for any means of escape, a *CLANG!* echoes out, sending all the vermin scattering from the shadows. The Cimmerian steps out from his cloak of shade, eyes still blazing with rage and determination only those born of the void can understand.

“For fuck’s sake!” Joe begs, on the verge of running once again until a seething pain pierces the back of each of his thighs. Joe falls to his knees to find a razor-sharp blade penetrating deep into the muscle. Falling onto his back, The Cimmerian approaches, forming the blades from the surrounding darkness and cloaking him in a shroud of black smoke-like wisps. “What do you want? Money? Blow? Girls? I’ll give you anything. Everything! Just leave me alone you sick FUCK!!” Weitzman desperately pleads between blubbering sobs, all of which fall on deaf ears much like the similar cries of his v own victims. With the sharp flash of movement, another razor-sharp onyx blade penetrates the prominent gut of the sniveling scoundrel, leaving him in a pool of his own blood and tears. The cimmerian begins to step towards him, amid doing so, folds the ebony wisps in on themselves over and over. Once finished, he drops his arms to his side and clasped tight in one hand is a rope and dark and deadly as obsidian shards. The Cimmerian reaches out for Weitzman, petrified by fear, produces on a whimper as his final words.

The cord flies over one of the high steel rafters. The cord pulled tight. Gurgling and deep struggled breathes break the silence. Weitzman dangles helplessly in the air as the rope cuts deep into his outstretched throat. His eyes begin to fade, strength all but gone, Joe feels his life slipping away with each passing moment. As his eyelids slowly begin to sink, the final thing he sees is the Cimmerian glaring up at him, his soon-to-be corpse. At the moment of the scum’s passing, the Cimmerian shoots his jagged claw deep into Weitzman’s chest, grabbing hold of his still-beating heart. Digging in and piercing the endocardium, the heart begins to beat erratically while molding and shaping the lining of the heart into a strange and horrendous form. As he tears the organ, the man covered by darkness let loose another blood-wrenching scream into the night air, hoisting up the grotesque misformed human heart, cursed with the visage of Weitzman’s screaming visage molded into its walls, above his head in some long-forgotten ceremonial need. With the closing of the ebony hand, the cardiac organ vanished; the remains of Joseph C. Weitzman, a career criminal, and sexual predator hung swaying in the cool breeze of the night. His hunt concluded, the beast now slain, the Cimmerian turns and retreats to a shadowed corner. As he steps into the shade, his figure becomes indistinguishable apart from raging purple stare, still unwavering and relentless. The breeze becomes sturdier, sending debris scattering about the site. Just as it enters his realm, his eyes snap shut. No trace of the shadow man can be found, other than the hanging trash shifting in the wind.

The next morning, a body was reported to the police at a local worksite. Identified as Joseph C. Weitzman, age 56, formerly of the municipal and county detention centers. His remains were found in an almost inexplicable manner: crumpled up on the floor, bone-deep punctures found on the backs of each thigh, a single large puncture mid-abdomen that reached through to his spine, rope burns and a multitude of small lacerations around the victim’s throat, his heart missing but with no trace of a suitable entry wound. No witnesses were present at the time of or leading up to the murder, or at least willing to come forward. Authorities believe Mr. Weitzman was a victim to a satanic cult, or perhaps a vengeful spirit of a past victim. No other evidence could be collected, no one even claimed the body, so the case was dismissed and put into storage.

Why seek out an answer to a question no one was asking?

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[veiliisms]

alright! ooc tags now, verses first.

;RHYTHM OF THE HEART! (↠bandori v) ;CLOUDED HUES (↠psycho pass v.) ;WE WILL BECOME HEROES! (↠bnha v) ;THE DWMA QUARTET! (↠soul eater v.) ;THE DOGS OF THE MILITARY! (↠fullmetal alchemist v.) ;WE WILL HELP BRING HARMONY (↠atla v.) ;THE KIDS AREN’T ALRIGHT (↠teen v) ;TIME TO SAY GOODBYE (↠rwby v) ;MAIN (↠main v) ;THE HEART'S DESIRES (↠persona5 v) ;THE WORLD NEEDS HEROES (↠overwatch v) ;WE WILL BE LEGENDS (↠apex legends v.) ;MASTERS OF LIGHT (↠kh v.) ;YOU'RE MORE THAN A JOB (↠bodyguard v.) ;CAN'T DO IT ALONE. BUT I HAVE TO. (↠single dad v.) ;I AM THOU. (↠p5 adult confidante v.) ;KONPEKI NO SHINIGAMI (↠azure reaper v) ;WE ARE VRLN (↠rwby/beacon days v) ;GOLDEN DAYS. (↠persona 4 v) ;AIN’T NO REST FOR THE WICKED (↠red dead v) ;WE COMPLETE THE MISSION. (↠ffvii v)

[veiliisms]

@vanderdutch

“i - fuckin’-”

he was still trying to calm down from the mess. fuckin’ sean. hole right in his head and you’d think afton of all people would be used to it, but he can’t get the god damn sight out of his HEAD. dead. lifeless. one eye still open. not sean. god, dammit, not more of his family.

he’s pacing back and forth anxiously, before yelling in anger and grabbing his schofield, shooting all six rounds into the nearest tree.

“FUCK, dutch. just. fuck! what now?”

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@billiamson

“oh, for chrissake-”

he was getting tired of bill’s constant bitching and whining - how come the jap got jobs, how come afton gets some of the killing? hands slam on the table in annoyance, and he stands, looking at the man.

“fine, williamson. fine. you wanna find trouble to cause? get your horse and let’s get into town. for fuck’s sake, if that shuts you up, we’ll find a job somewhere.”

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@gunbless

“the scars are getting better, but... i’m not sure if they’ll ever fully heal.”

he had noticed the other glancing his way - he was staring, after all. seeing john come back after arthur had gotten him, a lot of them weren’t too sure he’d even make it - renji included. the knife in his hands is placed back inside its leather, and he sits across from the man, coffee still in hand.

“... they hurt at all?”

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@novelistdreamt/ from.

she didn’t say no. that was a good start - he had been watching her, only for a moment, and the only reason it took him this long to ask to help was because he wasn’t sure she’d want his help. fortunately, her pride didn’t seem as large as the others’ around camp. he was grateful, for that.

when she first denies him; there’s a noticeable deflation to the man. seems he’d have more trouble fitting in. though, after acknowledging the extra bucket - small smile finds its way to his face, and he gives a short nod, going to retrieve the pail before returning.

“any job is an important job, right?” he chimes in, filling the bucket and keeping pace with her. thankfully, he’s able to keep his balance, mere drops being the only concern of his.

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@loielic

“you’re serious? a damn pack of wolves, an’ you an’ morgan still brought the sorry bastard back all on your own? hah. javi, you’re a saint,”

he slams the bottle of liquor back on the table in front of them - at least this doesn’t fail to keep them warm. he rubs his hands together a little more, before reaching back for the schofield. “... what a fuckin’ adventure, though. take me with you next time.”

[veiliisms]

“anyone else notice arthur ain’... lookin’ too good, lately?

i mean he’s always lookin’ crotchety, but now he looks downright ill.”

[veiliisms]

mmm replaying rd.r2 so i’m bringing back the rdr verse! it’s all still intact, and added to the new verse list.

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@banditter

if it weren’t for the irishman’s funny attitude about everything, naoko might have taken his comment into offense. glancing his way after observing the fallen pheasant, she gives her cattleman a quick twirl before holstering it - hand now outstretched to the man.

“buck fifty. pay up.”