#Dust and Bones|Deadwood AU

[brooklynislandgirl]

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I see your face every time I dream || -

[lifeofkaze]

Welcome to Deadwood - HPHL Wild West AU Masterpost

HPHL Wild West AU Masterpost

This is a masterpost for all the lovely AU-versions of the HPHL community for the Wild West AU. The creators will be tagged and linked accordingly.

If you want me to add your own OC to the list, please reply to/reblog THIS POST right here so this list stays a little more organised and I will update it as soon as I can 💛

The small city of Deadwood lies in the middle of nowhere, deep in the wild, wild west, forgotten and forsaken by everyone but its inhabitants and the dust settling on every building. The only reason to go to Deadwood is to forget or be forgotten. Lately, however, a stream of newcomers has rattled the quiet community. Some of the new faces are famous, some infamous, but one thing is for sure - the peaceful days in Deadwood are over.

@lifeofkaze

Selene Fraser: Having run away from her family's home in Scotland, Selene opened a saloon in Deadwood called The Gold Dragon, together with the business partner Reuben Willows. She gets confronted with her past when an unexpected visitor arrives in Deadwood and shakes her to the core.

Tag/Masterlist: Death Comes To Deadwood

@the-al-chemist (shortened character texts copied from @the-al-chemist )

Ophelia Burke: She’s a wanted woman, a femme fatale, frequenting saloons in search of inebriated wealthy men to seduce and rob. She’s doing very well for herself.

Ethel Hexley: Ethel is a farmer’s daughter who dreams of becoming a judge, but is stuck working as a lowly clerk in the Sheriff’s office. Her plucky attitude and skills see her rising to the role of Deputy.

Jim Hexley: Jim Hexley took over his parents’ small cattle ranch, and is struggling to keep it afloat, more out of a sense of duty than of passion.

Tag/Masterlist: Deadwood Project

@catohphm

Danny Gibson: A well-seasoned Marshal of the United States, Danny is sent by his superiors to investigate the increased rate of crime in the forgotten town of Deadwood.

Tag/Masterlist: Find Danny's masterlist here

@cursebreakerfarrier

Galen Stagg: After recovering from a serious injury, former travelling sheriff Galen Stagg found his peace in retirement on his ranch alongside his wife Siobhan and his beloved animals. But when his home appears to be in danger, he can't fight the call of righteousness and saddles his horse one last time.

Arthur 'Teddy' Elison: Teddy lives a busy life as deputy sheriff to the town of Deadwood. He tries to do his best to uphold the law and protect the people of his hometown from crime and law alike - manifesting in nobody else than the sheriff himself, Teddy's own father.

Emerson Page: Emerson is an (in)famous gambler, whose name is spoken in whispers in every saloon in the wild west. Gambler by day, train robber by night, he knows all the tricks to evade the law. Things change when former sheriff Galen Stagg is sent to hunt him down, however.

Akira Crane (text copied from @cursebreakerfarrier ) : His name is well-known across the whole of the North American continent, but his face? Not so much. Stories are whispered about the Phantom Assassin yet nobody knows what’s true and what’s just a fairytale to scare the faint-hearted. Akira could drift into a saloon, sit right beside you, and you wouldn’t look at him twice.

Tag/Masterlist: Find all of the amazing art and content here

@kc-and-oc

Siobhan Llewellyn: Siobhan is in charge of the horses of Deadwood. If anything is the matter with your steed, she is the first address in town. Her serivce isn't cheap but unrivalled and she never loses her head, no matter how extreme the situation or strong the whiskey. That is, until travelling sheriff Galen Stagg makes his appearance in town.

Eliot Gerard: Eliot "The Bone-Saw" Gerard is Deadwood's resident medic. There are certainly more skilled or more adept doctors to be found in the west, but he does all that he can with the little means he has in Deadwood. If there's one thing you can say about him, is that he's passionate - whether it is about healing his fellow residents or his daily trips to The Gold Dragon Saloon.

Oliver Gerard: Where his brother Eliot's favourite is The Gold Dragon, OIiver is to be found in Deadwood's second establishment, the gambling parlour The Harvest Moon. He plays the piano there for a living and romances the dancers for fun - so far, to no avail.

Tag/Masterlist: Find all things Shiv, Eli and Oli here

@hogwartsmysteryho

Nolan Miller: On his mission to become the richest man in Deadwood by far, banker Nolan Miller knows every trick available to get his hands on every property he sets his eyes on. Some are fair, some are not but then again - so is life.

Vinny Raymond: Deadwood's resident sweetheart, Vinny owns a shop that sells every item imaginable under the sun. His specialty, however, are the sweets he either sells or just plainly gives away for free. He is especially popular with Deadwood's children but no one could ever not love Vinny.

Anastasia Jennings: What's the best thing you can do in a world built on the backs of horses when you don't like them? That's right, open a shop solely dedicated to them. Anastasia's workshop is the place to go if you need a new saddle, bridle or riding crop. Her consulting is as impeccable as her leatherworks.

Tag/Masterlist: Find all the information on Nolan, Vinny and Anastasia here

@unfortunate-arrow

William Devlin: A piano player in one of the local establishments, William’s not quite sure what he’s doing in Deadwood. He watches the tension boil as he plays the piano, occasionally sketches, and falls in love with a certain saloon dancer.

Tag/Masterlist: HPHL Wild West AU

@whatwouldvalerydo

Leila Hellebore: Nobody knows what notorious outlaw Leila did to earn the hefty sum rewarded for her head. The only thing that's for sure is that her presence means trouble for whoever crosses her path. But if you earn her loyalty she'd die for you - figuratively and literally.

Talia Crane: Talia is the current sheriff of Tombstone Valley, a town just as small as forgotten as Deadwood. She replaced her father after he met an untimely demise - some say at her hand but no one would ever dare accuse her to her face. Where she is dangerous with a gun, she is deadly with a whip and any outlaw riding into her town should better think twice about crossing her.

Tag/Masterlist: All things Leila, Talia and their stories are here

@thatravenpuffwitch

Adelia Selwyn: Calamity Addy is the daughter of famous outlaw leader Reg Selwyn. When her father gets shot in Deadwood, she bands together with the sheriff's son and deputy to prevent Deadwood falling into the hands of an even greater criminal than her father ever was.

Gwen Archeron: Having made her fortune as a gambler and thief, Gwen is the owner of Deadwood's second establishment, the gambling parlour The Harvest Moon.

Estrid Soelberg: If you're an outlaw and value your head right where it is right now, you better not cross this former Texas ranger on the hunt for bounty.

Tag/Masterlist: Everything Calamity Addy and her friends is here

[tommyplum]

hello there, lovely tag.

we are john & maggie, and this is our tom hardy appreciation blog!

what we do:

answer asks about tom hardy characters

write ficlets about tom hardy characters

make fashion posts for tom hardy characters

post pictures and gifs of tom hardy, also his characters

shriek incoherently about tom hardy, as well as his characters

various other content, largely peaky blinders, the terror, and boyd holbrook

we do not do:

imagines

tom hardy character x reader

real person fic (no moral judgement there, we just don’t)

welcome and please ask away!

about us: john is english and subsists almost entirely on tom hardy and fashion, two great tastes that unfortunately do not converge very often. maggie is canadian and was inculcated into tom hardy adoration entirely due to john; can also be found on her personal, bossymarmalade.

masterlist

visuals

sky mobile gifs prince’s trust, 2013 gifs cbeebies gifs (1), (2) the take, 2009 gifs interview for the revenant, 2015 gifs (1) taboo, 2017- gifs (1), (2), (3), (4), (5) peaky blinders gifs (1) rocknrolla (1)

venom: deleted taxi scene

. . . fashion: eames running errands with yusuf in mombasa eddie on a date with symbiote and anne fight night, modern!alfie solomons style eames on a night out with saito for .... modern alfie feeling sexy

. . . art comparison: pain and galliori, tommy hands and flameng, alfie divinity and marin, alfie portraiture and singer sargent, alfie pandora and jules joseph, ada

. . . graphics: lithomancy and aeration, tolfie the serpent was subtil, tolfie both good with mint, tolfie strong bone box, alfie the duel/the company, tolfie lethe, tolfie the only halo there is, tommy you cannot kill me, alfie

. . . miscellaney: birthday art for maggie from her sister glockgal  how will you spend christmas vacation? affirmation plate (tommy)

written

. . . [ peaky blinders ]

arbiter of many things, daylight among them  |  AO3 -  the morning routine in camden town

pbeebies: book one, lollypop syrup  |  AO3 -  mr. solomons reads the children a story

sugar feeds yeast  |  AO3 -  tommy and alfie negotiate starch and come away sweet (tolfie)

the king’s shilling  |  AO3 -  tatiana has things to teach tommy, if he’ll learn

crumb coat  |  AO3 -  sometimes a sweet tooth just won’t be denied (modern tolfie)

the midlands  |  AO3 -  no sense letting a perfectly good hotel room go to waste. (tolfie)

i am but dust and ashes (the world was created for me)  |  AO3 -  taboo au, where tommy is alfie’s half-sibling (tolfie)

mind the upholstery  |  AO3 - tommy can be very particular. not overly perceptive, though (tolfie)

**meme writing the devil never eats salt - amateur occultists au stop before i begin - dystopian bonded-for-life au tied my lead and pulled my chain - western/deadwood au 

**for the eradication of seemingly incurable sadness’ series aka the liquorverse (modern tolfie) - the liquorverse memes and scenes - tommy’s mixtape

tis the saison  |  AO3 -  holiday office parties are a necessary chore eggplant peach question mark  |  AO3 -  some days require sexting or your best approximation thereof margarita’s no good without salt  |  AO3 - alfie and tommy skive off work early to get down to business

transcripts: the gospel of alfie solomons & the ballad of tommy shelby

these fucking rhyming couplets made flesh (musings) we at tommyplum are not team grace / addendum  (grace shelby meta) . . . [ inception ] mine i’ll leave to chance | AO3 - yusuf/eames in mombasa  the time before that and the other time after  |  AO3 - yusuf/eames but what do you remember

. . . [ venom ] you’re burning yearning | AO3 - eddie brock/symbiote/anne weying symbiotic conversations (symbrock chat posts)

non-tom hardy content

. . . boyd holbrook: on ‘camp confessions with shannon coffey’ in the shadow of the moon interview on ‘the gate’ gifs el pais fashion shoot gifs two/one gifs (1)

. . . our rp characters-related ephemera: hardy & holbrook, fanart, b&w, hatfields & bondurants

. . . music: ten songs for ... (ten-song themed playlists)

fanwork recommendations

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[brooklynislandgirl]

[ LATE ] for one muse to discover the other after they just killed someone. 

A Bleak Spiral || Accepting She sees it long before she opens the door. That soul-harrowed look etched into his face, the sag of his shoulders, the thinness of being that has no real place on a man as robust and vital. She waits though. He's had enough startlement already, she isn't going to act on it. But she does go to her sideboard and pours him a stiffer drink that she might typically offer. Adds another log to the fire. Pinches her cheeks to give them the colour they lack as it had drained when she heard the sound of his boots on the end of her property. They reach the door at the same time and she's opening it almost the second he places his palm on the wood. It isn't a knock so much as it is a physical sigh. "Seth?" Rebecca's voice is a hushed whisper that wraps around him as surely as one soft hand does his wrist. Hell is in the depths of his gaze, and in the bitter twist to his lips. She has seen him now more than a half a dozen times fresh from a fight. One he was dragged into, some he might have deliberately provoked with an unusually sharp tongue and a faster draw. But this? Something is wrong, so very very wrong. And for what it is worth at this moment, she doesn't give a single care if anyone thinks she's a painted cat or not. There are worse things to be called in Deadwood, worse things to actually be and they've already called her most of those just beyond his range of hearing. She draws him inside the threshold of her home. Guides him to one of the plump-cushioned sitting chairs before the hearth where he folds like one of her fans. Rebecca sinks to the floor before him in a pool of her skirts. Presses the hand she hasn't set free to her cheek, not quite daring to meet his gaze. "Macushla, what is it? What calamity has stolen your dear countenance," she asks as formally as she dare to salvage the sting of so personal an endearment. "What has happened?"

[brooklynislandgirl]

You're committing a crime. What's it going to be?

Be Brave || Accepting

Rebecca's chin dips down but does nothing to hide the faint smile and the even softer blush about her cheeks when Seth poses the question. If he spoke of society's rules, having made him supper and taking coffee while he sips on a glass of whiskey alone together in her drawing room would be enough to condemn them in the piety of every gossip-monger from here to Boston. She assumes there is tongue-wagging in camp as well though to a far lesser degree; every matter of business Seth happens to be involved in tends to set eyebrows soaring toward the sky and stories told mouth to ear faster than wildfire. Long legs are stretched out toward the hearth, his hand folds around his glass, and his eyes are heavy lidded, pensive. Never has a man been so deep inside his own head. What flaw, then, is he seeking in her character? What action would it spark her toward savagery? Seth already knows the dismal view she has on Custer and the fathers in Washington, and she holds her people in no disregard for their battles and victories against the armies and the settlers pushing continually westward. She is not a violent soul. Not that there aren't a few people in camp she would be sorrowful to see fall off a clip or catch the wrong end of a pistol. Neither is she a gambler, laid low with inebriety, intemperate, nor a thief. All things that are morally criminal if not a crime against the country's laws. There is some overlapping areas that are grey in the territories. They see it in camp and hear news about it Merrick's Pioneer. She raises her gaze toward him, and sees the flames reflected in his dark eyes. Rebecca rises and closes the space between them, taking the glass from his hands before setting it aside. Then she raises her skirts and finds herself settling into his lap. One slender arm graces his shoulder, while the hand of the other rises to cup his cheek, drawing his face upward. "If I must be accused of a crime, and must commit it, Mr Bullock, then I pray forgiveness when I tell you…" Her mouth skims his lips. "Adultery."

[brooklynislandgirl]

💽 because I need the soundtrack of them

Notes in a Quiet Room || Accepting I. Mountain Man || Dirtwater II. Lakota Prayer Song || Shared by Stuart James III. When Angels Come Home || Dirtfloor IV. God's Gonna Cut You Down || Johnny Cash V. I Feel A Sin Comin' On || Pistol Annies VI. Black Range Waltz || Bill Evans VII. Dancin' Round the Fire || Flatland Cavalry VIII. Suil A Run || Clannad IX. Beltane || Arlene Faith X. Sea of Irish Dream || Beltaine

[brooklynislandgirl]

A light snow began to fall in Deadwood just before sunset but most were already tucked away in saloons, whore houses, homes and tents in observation of the eve of the holiday. Seth pulled his coat tighter around him as he moved with purpose through camp to the small house on the outskirts, a wisp of smoke rising from the chimney indicating the occupant was inside. He stepped up on to the porch, knocked, and waited. 

When Rebecca opened the door he stepped forward to clasp her face, the kiss he bestowed hungry for the taste of her. After time all too quick yet forever and not long enough all the same, he broke from her with a soft intake of breath. "Forgive my impertinence  but I could think of naught but your presence as a gift on this night," he murmured, thumb brushing her cheek lovingly. 

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Berries for a Kiss || -

Had she stayed back east, the holiday would have been a different affair. The maids would have seen to the decorations, the cooks would have churned out table after table of feasts, the house would have stood out a beacon of light and conviviality to last the winter through. And Rebecca herself would have been one more decoration on display. Her house here in the camp, at the doorstep of her grandmother’s land, was far from decadent though it was constructed well enough to keep out the cold of the day’s new falling snow. In keeping with the old tradition, there’s greenery in the windows, and candles glowing; a welcoming beacon to light one’s path home. She doesn’t expect anyone in the camp to recognise the meaning except perhaps the coarse wretch that is Al Swearengen, it’s a hold over from the auld sod. The hearth is lively and the air warm, full of the smell of baked bread and fruit tarts, a modest roast of beef and vegetables. Holly boughs lay in a splash of colour, deep green and red, to liven up the beige and grey of newborn winter.

At some later time she will lament not being moon-eyed at the window to watch him approach the house. Long and lithe with the grace of some large feline predator, there’s always a sense of unwavering purpose about Seth Bullock that is magnetic. She might also say that she knew his coming by the sound of his boots as he steps up onto her porch, by the sharp rap of his knuckles on her door. Perhaps foolishly she cannot help but to let hands fly up to ensure her coiffure was pin tight, any wisps tucked away. She’s no need to pinch her cheeks, there’s colour in them at the rush of pleasure in anticipation. She makes herself take slow steps toward the door.When it opens, she’s stricken by lightning. His rough-worn hands take hold of her face before she can so much as bear him greetings. His mouth hastens to hers and she can do so little than to lay her hands at his hips, above his low slung pistol belt. There’s a hint of coffee on his breath, a touch of whiskey, too and while she doesn’t particularly care for the spirit as it manifests in camp, she can’t help but chase the smoky sweetness across his lips, his tongue.

And when he breaks it?

Lashes flutter upward to reveal fever-glazed orbs though she’s no host to sickness. No, that fire is put there by Seth and she feels no shame in letting him see its conflagration. The passage of his thumb earns him a smile. One as sweet and doting as she can make it. “Would it diminish your respect for me if I said I’d hoped you’d pay me a call?”

Her hands slide slowly from hip to coat lapels and as she takes several steps back, she pulls him into the house, noting belatedly that he kicks the door closed with the heel of his boots. “Even at such a risk, be welcome and warm, full of this holy night.”

She glances at the mistletoe hung jovially from the rafter above his head, and using her grip on his coat, she pulls herself up onto the tips of her toes to steal another.

[brooklynislandgirl]

Rebecca & Seth

Dream a Little Dream || -

HOW LIKELY THEY ARE TO ENTER A RELATIONSHIP WITH THEM:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Seth and Rebecca are people cut from the same cloth, both chafe at what their societal upbringing says is the right thing to do. At best, Seth's father was a strict disciplinarian, at worst he was an abusive drunk and corrupt local politician who abandoned his family when territory funds turned up missing. Rebecca carries the "stain" of having "savage" blood due to her grandmother being forcibly taken to wife by a very powerful, rich, white man. She was supposed to be a trophy housewife before she ran away to her mother's people's land. It seems that Deadwood has brought them together, and then took a step back to see what would happen. Everyone should be surprised at how well the two suit one another even if appearances dictate that both of them are stoic acquaintances.

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WOULD THEY…

MAKE THE FIRST MOVE? Yes | No SAY “I LOVE YOU” FIRST? Yes | No CHEAT ON THEM? Yes | No BE THE JEALOUS TYPE? Yes | No PLAN THE DATES? Yes | No INITIATE THE FIRST KISS? Yes | No REMEMBER ANNIVERSARIES? Yes | No There are many things about Rebecca that could stir up a scandal. Just the fact that she spends time with Seth unchaperoned fuels gossip, but despite everything, she is very traditional in her beliefs. She might have encouraged Seth's affections but allowed him the dignity of declaring his intentions before acting or speaking on the matter. She knows he has an arrangement with his brother's widow, though she hopes to resolve that with one of the Camp's more honourable citizens, if she can find one. This is not exactly jealousy as it is her territorial nature coming to the fore. ~*~ BOLD WHAT APPLIES: THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS: friends to lovers | rivals to lovers | enemies to lovers | still just enemies | mutual pining | star crossed lovers | old married couple | perpetual honeymoon phase | stable and boring | stable but not boring | secret lovers | best friends hiding their feelings | and they were roommates | friends with benefits | coworkers avoiding HR | one-sided affection | weird sexual tension | it’s complicated | toxic relationship | a secret affair | an actual dumpster fire | other | Frontier Romance | Doctor Patient Romance | Suddenly Supernatural {no Winchesters involved} PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION: hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips |  cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection | Walks around camp | Dinner at one of the establishments in town | Night-herb raiding | Posse Gathering | Horseback rides PRIVATE DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION: hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips |  cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection | Actual Sleep | Suppers made together | Conversation on the porch | Dancing | Reading Together | Biting | Wound-tending

DO THEY STAY TOGETHER? yes, this is endgame | yes but someone is gonna die tragically | something is keeping them apart | they part ways as friends | they part ways as enemies | they’re on-again-off-again | they have a super messy breakup | it was just a fling | other One hundred forty-four years and counting. And it's still like the day they met only a lot more travelling, comfort, and personal history. BONUS:

WHAT TERRIBLE PET NAMES WOULD THEY GIVE EACH OTHER?

Rebecca occasionally still calls Marshal Bullock "Seth" even when he changes his name to suit their new identities. Sometimes she calls him: canoni {wanderer in the woods} or cante skuye {sweetheart}. In one of his moods, Seth will reach for words from his mother's ancestors, and call Rebecca "a thasgaidh" {Scots Gaelic for my darling}.

[brooklynislandgirl]

ღ - a kiss on the cheek

Rose Tint My World || Accepting

The music spilling out of the Gem isn't exactly atrocious, but the raucous laughter from the patrons does tend to drown out anything more erudite. The Belle-Union is only slightly better groomed, so Rebecca finds herself walking between the rows of wooden storefronts and shanties. It is on balmy nights like this with the moon high and the nip of autumn come stealing in that she occasionally misses the entertainments back East. One of the few things that she does. Though night has fallen long ago and it must be approaching midnight, there's still plenty of life on the dirt streets, horses and prospectors, those just passing through and she offers the occasional nod and smile at passers by, but nothing to draw untoward attention. Another thing she is grateful for to Deadwood beyond its luke-warm welcome of her is the fact that soldiers around the town are few and far between. Not before she could really explore her own opinions on that she can hear the weight of boots on the sparse wooden walk. She picks her step up a bit more briskly not bothering to turn and see which of the town's residents might be behind her. Part of her doesn't want to know. It will only bring on a vaguely distressed sense of disappointment and it is too fine an evening for it. However she does clutch her shawl a bit more tightly, loosening a sleeve button or three in the process. Fingers tighten around an antler handled little slip of a knife she has sheathed there. Providence help those who help themselves, after all, and Rebecca isn't the type to shy away at the idea of trouble. Fortunately, when the hand that comes about her waist to help her down the two inch step onto the street turns out to be Sheriff Seth Bullock, she hasn't yet drawn it and impaled his kidney. She should have known from the start. He was a little more reckless than most of the camp's men, and that is one of the things she's most fond of when it comes to him. Still, the slight imposition demands an answer. "Goodness, Mister Bullock. I might have rightly swooned with that enormity of height. I feel ever so relieved that it's you who came to my aid." She flashes a grin at him before remembering they are in fact in open public and keeps her affection for him reserved to a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Would it be infringing on your liberty and entirely too forward to ask if you'd be so gracious as to walk me home?"

[brooklynislandgirl]

[X]

Photograph...Picture Of...|| Accepting

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[brooklynislandgirl]

@goodlawman​ {liked for a small Starter}

Deadwood, Dakota Territories 1876 Moving like smoke between tent and clapboard, she doesn’t belong to this place. Everything is dirt coloured, wanly desperate, bitter hopes scrabbled from the earth itself with cracked hands, aching backs. Rumours run rampant of her parentage. All points recognise that she is the daughter of an army officer and railroad royalty, but her mother’s side is...questionable. Certainly she has the most delicate of features dominated by startlingly wide green eyes and lush dark hair kept braided and pinned up. A petite height and tawny skin that doesn’t come from the sun’s kiss. One and all hints of her past are both romantic and tragic and utterly unwelcome in Deadwood. Tonight she takes to wandering near soon as the sun pulled the mountains over it. Wanders the outskirts in the light of the moon, listening to distant wolf-song, clear and sharp as the occasional gunfire and the hoarse voices of the men back in camp. She feels him before she hears him coming and waits.  “I would expect a gentleman like yourself being of the earnest and heroic sort would have sought his bed rather than chase the hill lights...Mister....?” She could have been knocked over by a feather when she turns only to find him directly behind her where she doesn’t expect him, and those eyes of hers stare up into the night dark of his own.

[brooklynislandgirl]

(Seth) What kind of a life do you desire your future to be?

Honesty Hour || Accepting

There is still a few hours until dawn.  The chill of it is warded off by the fire which also limns everything in pale gold and flickering like. She thought he was still asleep but when he asks the question, she stirs. Sits upright and drags his discarded shirt up around her bare skin. The sheets and blankets rustle as they find themselves face to face, Seth’s artistic fingertips brushing against her wrist in lazy circles.

In these moments he is wholly himself, neither sheriff nor store keeper, not pillar of the community.  And the answer to his question is as myriad as the stars that will soon be swallowed up by the twilight. She has to winnow them down one by one.

The idea of children makes her smile even if there aren’t any in her future, this much she knows. Just as she knows her mother’s people will endure though not kindly in the years to come.

Maybe that’s the trouble of being an herb-wife, a seer, a medicine woman, a witch. All names that mean she has gifts, and those do not let her lie to herself. Her character does not let her lie to him, either.

“To look into the future is to invite sorrow come sup at your table. Once seen there is little one can do to change it.” The words are spoken softly but she leans forward, presses her lips to the side of his neck, then again closer to his shoulder. Softness lacking specific heat, lacking bite. “What I desire...is a life with you in it. Even when there is frost in your hair and your eyes don’t shine as bright as they do right now. When our bones are brittle and evening has come. I want to wake up with you and I want to sleep beside you. I want to eventually learn how to cook for us. Anything. Whether we stay here or see so much more of the world, Seth... you. You are all the future I see, and the only one I want.” She pulls back and looks up into his gaze, something shy trembling through her own. “If you cannot see the same thing, if it doesn’t stir inside of you, though...I should know now, soon. I would never make you pledge yourself against your will.”

[brooklynislandgirl]

classic rom-com standards that define my ships: {Tropes}

Tagged By: the extraordinary K @kylo-wrecked Tagging: People who spend a lot of their time thinking about their muses and have not enough hours in the day. PART THE FIRST

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@kylo-wrecked:

Ben and Beth ~ Look Both Ways {Modern!Verse} Don’t Let The Stars Get In Your Eyes || k.d lang

Don't let the stars get in your eyes Don't let the moon break your heart Love blooms at night In daylight it dies…

Ben and Beth ~ Rusty Cage {ex-con!verse}

Don’t You Forget About Me || Simple Minds Tell me your troubles and doubts Giving everything inside and out 

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@multi-mused:

Zarek and Beth ~ A Little South of Heaven {main!verse} Storybook Love || Mark Knopfler This love was stronger than the powers so dark, A prince could have within his keeping

Garret and Beth ~ In another life {Unrequited AU} // A Little South of Heaven

In Your Eyes || Peter Gabriel

I don't like to see so much pain So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away I get so tired working so hard for our survival I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

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@mynameisanakin:

Anakin and Melakeni ~ Across the Universe {Star Wars AU}

It Had to be You || Harry Connick Jr

It must have been that something lovers call fate Kept me saying I have to wait I saw them all, just couldn't fall, 'til we met

Anakin and Beth ~ The Trunk You Kept Your Life In {Mage the Ascension} Take My Breath Away || Berlin

On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn around and say Take my breath away

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@pettydabblermysticboy

John and Beth ~ The Laughing Magician’s Apprentice {Constantine} Building a Mystery || Sarah McLachlan

You live in a church Where you sleep with voodoo dolls And you won't give up the search For the ghosts in the halls

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@goodlawman

Raylan and Beth ~ You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive {Justified AU} Love at First Light || Newfound Road

I don’t know where I’ve been Or where I might end up but I know where I am right now Somewhere I really love.

Raylan and Beth ~ Outlaws and Angels {Justified AU}

Stronger Together || Johnny Lang

With trouble dancing all around me Couldn't find my rhythm You were the backbeat 'Steada driving from the back seat You were shotgun sitting right beside me And when I'm falling over my feet Lost in the dark you're the light

Seth and Rebecca ~ Dust and Bones {Deadwood AU} Then || Brad Paisley I remember, trying not to stare, the night that I first met you You had me mesmerized And three weeks later, in the front porch light Taking forty-five minutes to kiss goodnight I hadn't told you yet But I thought I loved you then

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@therealgamble

Brian and Beth ~ Thin Blue Lines {SWAT AU} Smile || Uncle Kracker

You're better than the best I'm lucky just to linger in your light Cooler then the flip side of my pillow, that's right Completely unaware Nothing can compare to where you send me Lets me know that it's okay, yeah, it's okay

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@ronmanmob

Ron and Beth ~ London Calling {A Modern Legend AU} Dream a Little Dream || Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong Give a little kiss sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me Ron and Beth ~ The Prince in His Tower AU

Unchained Melody || The Righteous Brothers

A long, lonely time And time goes by so slowly And time can do so much Are you still mine?

Ron and Beth ~ High Cost of Living {Escort Verse} Show Me Your Soul || Red Hot Chili Peppers Into my life you were injected not something that I expected Now I smile from your affection we have made a soul connection Just for whom does your bell toll don't be cold show me your soul Sentimental gentlemen are not afraid to show you when I am you you're my best friend show me your soul

[brooklynislandgirl]

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singing in the dark || Accepting

Three for Three verses.

You’ll Never Leave Harlan | Justified In our Original Justified Verse, Beth wasn’t looking for anything and certainly didn’t expect to find Raylan when and where she did. I think she convinced herself that she was leaving Atlanta and the CDC for a much needed vacation. It was a job the Admiral insisted she take, not what she wanted to do with her life. And it’s kept her isolated and on her own and devoted to research. I think she needed a change, she needed something. She didn’t know what it is, and Anakin ~the possum~ didn’t have any advice of his own but that’s because he’s just a baby. And then, they found Raylan.

Diamond Road | Sheryl Crow

Little bird, what's troubling you You know what you have to do Cause what is yours you'll never lose And what's ahead may shine Beneath the promise of blue skies With broken wings we'll learn to fly Pull yourself out of the tide And begin the dream again When you're lonely (you're not alone) When you're heart aches (on Diamond Road) It's gonna take a little time To make it to the other side When the night falls (you're not alone) When you're stumbling (on Diamond Road) It's gonna take a little time To make it to the other side

Angels and Outlaws | Criminal Justified AU Because what better impression can you make on a girl than kidnapping her with your best friend? And threatening to bite her back when she leaves the perfect indention of her teeth on your arm? And what do you do when the girl realises you’re what’s been missing in her life and won’t let you give her back? That she might just be the criminal mastermind you need to get you both out of the situation that you’re in?

No Rest For The Wicked | Cage the Elephant "Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed There ain't nothing in this world for free I know I can't slow down I can't hold back Though you know I wish I could Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good "Not even 15 minutes later I'm still walking down the street When I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight And then he swept up from behind He put a gun up to my head He made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight He said, "Give me all you've got I want your money not your life But if you try to make a move, I won't think twice" I told him, "You can have my cash But first you know I got to ask What made you want to live this kind of life?"

Dust and Bones | Deadwood AU

And this is the one we haven’t explored much, however as Rebecca has told Seth, she’s come to find her roots. To free herself from the Blue Blood yoke from her father’s people back East, and to live life on her terms, regardless of what that means for her as both a Lakota woman and a white one. Seth strikes her different from most of the people who came to Deadwood. Someone more noble of spirit, if a little savage around the edges, rough and tumble. Someone whom she feels can understand her rage, indignation, and her sheer doneness with people, including those in the camp.

Ghost Dance | Robbie Robertson and the Red Road Ensemble

Crow has brought the message To the children of the sun For the return of the buffalo And for a better day to come You can kill my body You can damn my soul For not believing in your god And some world down below You don't stand a chance against my prayers You don't stand a chance against my love They outlawed the Ghost Dance They outlawed the Ghost Dance But we shall live again, we shall live again My sister above She has red paint She died at Wounded Knee Like a later day saint You got the big drum in the distance The blackbird's in the sky That's the sound that you hear When the buffalo cry

[brooklynislandgirl]

Using one of his clean shirts as a blindfold just didn’t seem right so Seth bought a piece of fabric instead, the deep color fitting for the night they met on the outskirts of camp. His hands rest softly on her shoulders as he guided her through the camp’s early morning bustle towards the construction taking place at the end of the thoroughfare, homes in various states and a few even finished. 

He didn’t direct Rebecca to one of those but to a lot waiting for a house of its own. Seth stopped moving and leaned in, his voice soft as he spoke in her ear. “If you would consider to picture in your mind the two of us as we find ourselves before the fire some nights but before a mantle of her own with not but the two in the home,” he murmured, “and a garden of your very own to grow as you wish without fear of trample from heavy foot." 

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In the Dark || Accepting

It wasn’t unusual for Seth to come and go at all hours from before sun up when the light has yet to crest over hill and tree, until late at night when even the brightest of stars have deigned to seek out their rest. It’s said that weary are the wicked for them there is no rest, but she doesn’t believe that to be true. He’s a man of rigid moral compass, one who is not afraid of sometimes backbreaking work, and who does his best not only for his good and that of Mr Starr ~Sol, Miss ‘Bekkah, you can call me Sol~ but for the rest of the community around him. There are people in Deadwood who would call the man a wolf, and maybe he is, but she sees the inherent noble qualities that make the epitaph true. 

She’s putting the last touches of supper together when he arrives much earlier than she expects and she barely has time to clean her hands on her apron before he’s manoeuvring her away from the hearth. She can feel the energy and enthusiasm crackling around him like lightning before it strikes and she laughs when he takes pains to tie the cloth over her eyes but not muss the pins holding the thick, heavy mass of dark hair in its place. She can’t help but laugh and can all but feel one of those rare smiles of his making an appearance because of it. She does, however, make him bank the fire down to embers so they don’t waste food or burn things down. The evening air has yet to cool, and she absolutely trusts him as she can feel the earth beneath her feet. Not enough to know every twist and turn they take, but enough that she can lift her hem up when wood gives way to dirt and other less savoury things. The air becomes slightly less miasmic when they come to a stop and she can’t help but cant her head in his direction when he settles around her. Hands still strong and steady on her shoulders, and his deep timbre caressing her ears in a way that still makes her flush every time he does so.

She can exactly picture that. She doesn’t need or even want anything as ostentatious as the tall and brooding architectures back east that perch over the land like so many wrought-iron toothed vultures, or the sprawling and huge nearly palatial residences out west that seem intent on eating up the local resources with insatiable appetite.

Rebecca is not like that. She envisions some snug cottage, with a few east and south facing windows, the luxury of real glass. A hearth of river-stone to keep them cozy throughout the long winter...oh she can more than just imagine it, and she can absolutely imagine it with Marshal Bullock. Even beneath the dusky material, her face breaks into a one of those starlight-laced smiles though it changes yet again a half heartbeat later. She turns in his hold, not breaking it, but the blindfold gets pulled up and she scours the depth of his gaze.  “Are you...” she whispers”...askin’ what I think you’re asking, Seth?”