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I need to doodle the siblings together more. (Art W.I.P)
#darksiders#darksiders strife#darksiders fury#darksiders death#darksiders war#four horsemen of the apocalypse#dorks of the apocalypse#lineart#art wip#sibling stuff#fanart#digital art#my art#holy cow this lineart toke forever XD
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Do you have a hc for which horseman is physically the strongest? For me it goes War, Death, Fury, then Strife.
Actually that'd pretty much be my exact lineup.
While Death can take more damage than Strife, Strife can actually bench-press more than he can. Fury is stronger than Death in that regard through sheer determination. She doesn't stand a chance against War at arm wrestling, but she can hold her own against Death and will absolutely floor Strife if he ever challenges her.
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A horseman riding his black and red horse <3
#pea art#oc Teuflisch#digital art#eyestrain#eye strain#blood tw#my art#my ocs#ocs#oc#my oc#my characters#original character#original characters#it would be sooo funny if papa t and his siblings like. represented the four horsemen of the apocalypse or smth#his legs don’t matter pay no mind to those#and his hands. he’s a shapeshifter that’s why one is a massive claw#anyways this was a fun lil thing <3 he has so many problems dude
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what do you think of the UK bro's as the four horsemen of the apocalypse?
Intrigued.
Conquest: For...obvious reasons. I try to separate Arthur and the British Empire as much as I can since these characters are humans first in my mind who happen to be immortal nations people, but I'm going to apply it here as a reason. Also this horseman is depicted with a bow which is also very Arthur.
War: I'm going to go with Allie for this. Purely because war makes me think of anger and he's got just as short of a temper as Arthur. Also the sword/dagger weapon seems to fit Alastair.
Famine: Dylan as famine. One, because of process of elimination and two, the whole using the scales to measure things I don't know...gave me Dylan vibes with being the oldest/one of the oldest and having to measure things out equally between his siblings.
Death (and Grave): Revelation says "I looked up and saw a horse whose color was pale green. Its rider was named Death, and his companion was the Grave. These two were given authority over one-fourth of the earth, to kill with the sword and famine and disease and wild animals." So since Death has a companion, it only felt fitting to shoe in both Irelands. Ireland would be Death and Grave would Northern Ireland since usually death comes first then the grave, and Ireland is older so...
#hetalia#four horsemen au#hws england#hws scotland#hws wales#hws ireland#hws northern ireland#uk bros#british isles siblings#hws
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Ocs based on the four horsemen of the apocalypse
War: he/she/they
Famine: he/him
Pestilence: she/rot
Death: she/her
#the four horsemen of the apocalypse#artists on tumblr#character designs#catified#war#famine#pestilence#death#oc designs#they're siblings#uuuh death is the oldest and war is the youngest#saints of sin
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if you’re wondering what my thoughts on todays csm chapter are they’re mostly AAAASHDHDBFHAHDJFBDBDHDHDBSHXHDBSBDHSHSHS
#being an asa stan while also wanting everyone who is not 100% nice to denji to explode is hard work#i really really hope the makima imagery is just a bait and switch#bc if nayuta is just like makima what was the point. but i doubt she is like look at their house#i mean come on they have a fart chart. they’re siblings#i hope nayuta is just reacting like that bc the horsemen are freaks who can’t stand each other#beth watches csm#csm spoilers
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@jazzy-a omg I want to crawl into your mind and live there! 🤣😂🤣
In crack contingency with your Destiny being the father of the four Horsemen post--I just can't stop thinking about how HILARIOUS this fact is when you consider everything else 😂
Dream's all, "This is my son Orpheus! He has a beautiful singing voice and plays the harp! :D"
And then there's Destiny, like, "This is Pestilence, Pollution, War, and Famine... They're going to usher in the apocalypse."
Like OMG 😂😂
Omg 🤣😂... Imagine the play dates! Dream trying to leave the room while Orpheus clutches desperately at the hem of his robe. Pleading not be left alone with them. 😆
Death: Now Orpheus you have nothing to worry about. I know they look scary but honestly they're little darlings once you get to know them.
Orpheus: (Looks over to see War casually brushing her hair with a ye oldie switchblade.) Daaaaaad!
But yes. Can you imagine Destiny's parental posturing. 😆
Destiny: What does it do?
Dream: 'He' is a musician. One then finest known to the world, mortal or other.
Destiny:... Ah, I see. He's inherited your peculiarities.
Dream: You mean creativity?
Destiny: Yes, my condolences. Faminine had wiped out a civilisation by his age.
Dream:... 😑
Destiny: Perhaps he shall develop something more impactful to fate of humanity in later life.
Dream: I'm leaving.
#Destiny of the Endless#Dream of the Endless#Four Horsemen#Orpheus#The sandman#Endless family#Endless siblings
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My really stupid idea for a cult of the lamb modern au is instead of gods or anything the Bishops and TOWW are just YouTubers having internet beef.
I literally don’t have time to do anything with this thought but it won’t get out of my head.
Narinder got his channel banned by his siblings mass reporting his ass. Instead of being representative of horsemen of the apocalypse it’s a YouTube genre. Obviously Heket as famine is a mukbang channel. I can’t explain why but with Leshy I know in my heart that chaos equals gaming channel. Kallamar as pestilence feels like a shitty health and wellness channel to promote his mlm. With Shamura as war all my ideas didn’t 100% fit but I feel with their wisdom, five hour video essays. Narinder as death, drama, has to be a drama channel.
Narinder just like hijacks channels to try an ban evade. Keeps “befriending” small YouTubers. Ratau used to have a little channel that was just low quality recordings of him and his buddies gambling. Befriended Narinder who just gives shitty business advice and got his channel banned. Narinder gets The Lamb to make carrier ending take down videos on the bishops.
Leshy def hacked and faked speed runs. Heket was probably just toxic, you know she probably gossips 24/7. I already said it but Kallamar, mlm, and not the gay kind. Shamura, plagiarism and “I made it the fuck up” (if you know you know lmao) The four horseman of YouTube crimes.
#my post#yeah fuck it everyone gets to see this one#cult of the lamb#I’ve mastered making edits on my phone#with the power of Instagram stories and markup on my side#cult of YouTube au
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To begin episode ten of Jack & Joker with Jack and Joke laying in Jack's bed with his color on them (not a euphemism) and Joke's color disregarded on his bed hurts a bit in retrospect knowing how it all ends in that hospital waiting room.
Because although Jack was much lighter the next day, and Joke was back in his signature red,
The color quickly started draining from the community.
So while Joke wanted Jack to live happily in their little colorful bubble the same way Rose attempted before with Jack, everyone else was losing their color adjusting to their new realities.
Joke has always been quick to abandoned his color in preference for Jack's, so it was nice to see that the sign they made incorporated both of their colors, and their daughter, in pink, was the love between them.
So the boys continued to live in their colorful bubble
But, once again, just as Aran immediately pointed out about Rose's grand entrance,
This little colorful bubble is all fake.
So as much as I was thrilled that Aran made matching buttons for Tattoo to wear with him that incorporated a blue background and red heart for the main couple ,
It wasn't long before Aran willingly gave up his heart to Hoy. And I think that is important. Nobody is really being selfish here. They continue to do everything for others, and they sacrifice for others. Aran gave his button to Hoy so he wouldn't be sad. Tattoo stole the necklace so his mom wouldn't get hurt. Joke stole the ring so Jack could be free.
Jack is lighter, so obviously it worked! But I think this is also why the color is draining from all the others as well. They are community, so their colors align as they have matured, which brown represents.
But brown is also a sign of decay and sadness, so even when Jack and Joke (and Aran) try to escape being part of a community and live selfishly in their own happy bubble, the hurt of the community will still seep through.
They can't just simply walk away from it.
So it's amazing that the kids are the brightest of the bunch.
They are impacted just as much as the adults, but where the adults are resigned to the fact that this life, the kids still have color and the willingness to fight, together.
Joke with a little of his red had to convince to group of adults to fight together because as Hoy said, it's easier to fight as hundreds against an army of ten, and when Toi Ting came up with a plan, the other kids quickly followed their leader.
Which is why I think Aran is so important to this plot. His father is gaining power like Thanos, and his aunt has directly and indirectly helped him attain it, but even though Aran wants to run away from the fight, he continues to stay and help the community when he doesn't have to. He started off selfish, yet he gives Hoy his heart when he doesn't have to. He makes Jack a hat. He helps Joke steal the ring. He is part of this community. But he is also the outcome of his family.
Boss and Nang are two extremes. The reveal that they are siblings who parents died due to the Four Horsemen's actions makes their dynamic more interesting because they have dealt with this trauma in completely different ways. Nang, in her white, tells her followers to abandon the power money has over them by ridding themselves of their possessions, while Boss, in his black, decided inheriting power through oppressing others was the only way to achieve success.
Yet Nang helped her brother. Several times. So regardless of what she wanted, she still helped the person she loves just like all these other characters have done.
And just like everyone else, the consequences are dire.
Aran has proven that a person can't be selfish like his father but a person shouldn't sacrifice their entire life for others like Nang. There must be a balance. He couldn't sacrifice himself and marry Rose for his dad, and he is still true to himself while helping others in the ways he can.
He knows that sometimes, the best way to support others is by simply being there for them, which is something he never got without paying people.
So in the end, Joke, who is at his lowest in that hospital waiting room, has the hands of his friends on him to comfort him in his time of need.
And Jack, even though alone in his grief, is still wearing Joke's red.
No man is an island.
And nobody can change the world on his own.
Because people need people. People need to know they are supported and loved. People need to know they aren't being judged and that their burdens can be shared.
And Aran has shown that.
Because Tattoo helped him understand it.
#jack and joker#Aran has proven himself#he has evolved#he still struggles#but he has the spirit#he is trying and that's all we can ask for#he keeps showing up#even when he could've ran away#he could've married rose and been the best son to his dad#but he is making it work with his found family#and matching colors on the journey
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Hi I saw your requests were open for Hazbin and I wanted to see if I could request a Lucifer x Reader who is part of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Thanks!
i chose to write for death!!
lucifer x death!gn!reader
death and sin (lucifer)
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𓌜 he’s hesitant about you at first, you are death.
𓌜 i picture that you hate the fact that you’re death and that you bring it to earth, and when lucifer learns this, he relates so much!
𓌜 he feels terrible that he ever judged you for being death.
𓌜 the two of you can relate so much.
𓌜 he spots you one day on your pale horse, carrying a child in your arms to welcome them into hell.
𓌜 you bring the child to a safe place (the hazbin hotel) before meeting up with lucifer again.
𓌜 when you see him you practically fall off your horse before tumbling into his arms, tears staining your delicate face.
𓌜 the child had accidentally killed their sibling in an accident, causing them to be damned, and they had died in the hospital.
𓌜 lucifer transported you two to his (or your shared) room and you cried into his arms for hours, blaming yourself.
𓌜 he didn’t know how to comfort you, so he just held you and murmured sweet nothings and shushes to you.
𓌜 after a few hours, your sobbing had subsided and you began to fall asleep.
𓌜 he changed you both into pajamas before letting you snuggle up to him, your tear-stained face digging into his neck.
end!
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i loved this idea smm
#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin lucifer#lucifer morningstar imagine#lucifer morningstar headcanon#lucifer#lucifer x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader#lucifer morningstar
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“Pride is an ugly thing, but I’m proud of us.”
Progress shots can be found here:
#darksiders#darksiders fury#darksiders war#darksiders death#darksiders strife#dorks of the apocalypse#gothic fantasy#sibling stuff#illustration#digital art#group shot#four horsemen of the apocalypse#pale rider#video games#my art#fanart#holy cookies and cream this toke AWHILE#…but it was worth it#also darksiders 4 when??? T-T
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All my Devils Night TT audios🖤
-My favourite Will and Emmy audio🩷
-Torrance-Fane siblings audio🔪🗡️
-Will Grayson eating Emmy👀
-Sad Micheal and Erika audio💔
-Damon Torrance audio👀
-Emory Scott audio👑
-Sad Emory Scott💔
-Kai Mori audio👀
-Damon Torrance audio👀
-Hot devilsnight girls audio👯♀️
-Hot devilsnight 🐎🙋♂️ audio
-Emory Scott and Nikova Banks parallel audio👯♀️
-Sad Damon Torrance trauma audio💔
-Emory and Will proposal audio💍
-Damon Torrance & Will Graysoniii being fruity audio🥭
-Will being mean/Emory’s trauma audio💔
-Damon Torrance trauma audio💔
-Emory Scott trauma audio💔
-Alex Palmer and Emory Scott audio👀
-Devilsnight audio 2022💀
-Damon Torrance and Emmy Scott friendship audio🩷
-Will and Emory future audio🏠
-Emory and the Horsemen in school audio📚
-Damon Torrance and Nikova Banks audio👸🏻🤴🏻
-FireNight audio🕯️
-My beautiful Nikova Banks audio💐
-Emory my hot girl audio💄
-Winter Ashby my beautiful girl audio❄️
-Damon Torrance&WillGraysoniii party audio🍾
-Emory, Micah, Rory and Aydin family audio🩷
-Will being obsessed with Emmy audio🥹
-Emory Scott touching the untouchable audio����
-Damon and Emory Friend audio🩷pt 2
-Sad Emory Scott trauma audio💔
-Micheal and Erika relationship audio🖤
-Winter putting Damon in his place audio🔪
-Damon Torrance mistreating my girls audio💔
-Emory Scott putting Will in his place audio💋
-Damon and his burrito (Will) audio🌯
#damon torrance#devils night series#emory scott#winter ashby#devilsnightseries#erika fane#nikova banks#kai mori#rory geardon#micheal crist#will grayson iii#micah moreau#aydin khadir#penelope douglas#devils night
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Ok I’m just throwing thoughts to the wind but p much Teuflisch is War, Frances is Conquest, and Gabriele is Death
#about my ocs#don’t ask who famine or pestilence is they don’t fuckin EXIST it’s just the three#they aren’t actually horsemen of the apocalypse or anything but they are like. very close#ok maybe they kinda are. kinda#Gabriele is called mother death cus she’s like. both Mother Nature and also the mother of all reapers and life#she’s like god I guess#and Teuflisch is the middle sibling. he’s p much just making the world a lil more fucked up#and Frances is the spoiled little sibling. she’s kinda doing her own thing. using people like toys and creating a fucking league of half god#spawn. whom she spoils rotten#she wants to rule the world
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Marked Part III
A Bad Batch x Red Dead Redemption crossover AU (with illustrations)
PART 1 - PART 2
Word count: 2002
CW: Stuff you'd normally find in a western story. Swearing, smoking, gun touting, bullet wounds, horse jokes.
“Why do you keep looking over there? The job is as good as done, Arthur.” Javier gestured with his whiskey glass, elbows planted on the bar top.
“Yeah, have a drink. We earned it.” Lenny nodded with his beer.
“Slow down, Summers, remember the last time you came here to ‘wind down’” Javier jabbed, snickering.
“Shut up, Esquella.” Lenny muttered into his glass as he raised it.
Arthur barely noticed the two bickering. His mind elsewhere. There was a nagging feeling those three soldiers weren’t done fighting yet. The energy between those men was almost as if they could talk without speaking. Their expressions clearly showed they were not ready to give up yet. Like an animal in a snare, biting and scratching to its last breath, chewing off its leg to get away if it has to.
He sipped his whiskey but kept one eye dutifully on the front of the Sheriff's office, just in case, even as the sun went down and the warm light of lanterns and candles became the only way to see.
BOOM. Every glass on every table shuddered at once. Lenny choked on his drink.
Dutch’s boys knew the sound of dynamite all too well. Arthur got to his feet and ran outside, closely followed by his inebriated posse.
The side of the sheriff's station was blown wide open, a gaping hole in the wall revealed the inside of the holding cell, and prisoners nowhere to be seen. Arthur cursed, making eye contact with the deputy inside, on the other side of the bars, standing frozen in shock.
“Damn, these guys might be even crazier than us.” Lenny huffed. Javier sighed with frusdration.
“Goddamn. I can’t believe it.” Arthur couldn’t help but sound a little impressed.
Arthur’s attention went to the muddy ground, to the scrambling footprints, four, no, five sets of boots led toward the main road, then disappeared.
“They got on a wagon, come on.” Arthur growled, then turned to get his horse. This bounty was now officially giving them a run for their money.
“Do you think they heard that?” Wrecker laughed as soon as his brothers climbed aboard the wagon. With a flick of the reins they were off as quickly as Murray could pull the full load. Tech, being the designated driver, climbed to the front and took the reins. They headed south out of the town,the opposite direction of their old camp. It almost felt good to get into some action again, almost.
“Where’s Meggy?” Hunter huffed as he took a seat.
“In here!” His seat spoke. Echo huffed a laugh as Hunter stood in shock and opened the crate. The three siblings in the cargo area shared a reunion hug.
“How touching.” Crosshair caught up to the wagon on Havoc, rifle trained to the sky in one hand, reins in the other. The jet black steed’s nostrils flaring with excitement. “Celebrate later, we’re being followed.” He cast a glance over his shoulder.
Three horsemen coming up from behind caught the light of the train station on the edge of town. Barely visible at this distance, but closing fast.
“Did you bring our guns?” Echo began moving the supply crates to barricade the rear of the open wagon.
“In here!” Meggy handed him a saddlebag from the floor.
Echo moved one crate toward the front of the wagon. Hunter motioned Meggy to take cover behind it. “Do not move from this spot until we say so.” He said sternly. Meggy looked at him with eyes wide open, nodding and sitting frozen still. The intensity in his expression taking her aback.
Wrecker loaded his sawn-off shotgun, Echo spun his pistol, and Hunter turned the safety off of his revolver. Tech urged the horse to continue as fast as he dared into the night. He wasn’t familiar with this road but from his vague recollection of maps it was relatively straight.
The first shot rang out, splintering through the back of the driver’s seat. Missing Tech’s hip by inches. Being on the wagon meant their aim would be marginally better than their pursuers at full gallop. Hopefully.
Sure enough, it was their three escorts from earlier that came into view in the moonlight. One of them took another shot, but it went wide. Hunter and Echo returned fire, forcing the bounty hunters to spread out evasively. Meggy watched in horror over the crate, covering her ears and not daring to move a muscle as she crouched in the corner. Her limbs shook with adrenaline.
“We are not going to outrun them, we need a plan!” Tech called over his shoulder.
“No way we’re surrendering!” Wrecker bit out as he rolled into the back to take cover.
“I have an idea.” Tech gritted his teeth and veered the wagon onto the train tracks.
“TE-ECH, what are you do-oing!?” Echo yelled, the seriousness in his tone cut by his jostling voice. The wagon wheels bumped violently as they rolled over the railroad ties.
“Blackwater!” Is all he said in response.
Echo didn’t have time to ask more questions, as more shots rang out. A shot went straight through Hunter’s side, and into the crate protecting Meggy.
Hunter staggered, Echo noticed. “Hunter’s hit!” He announced. Hunter was still firing after he stumbled to his knees, Wrecker stowed his shotgun went to his brother’s aid. His close-range weapon wasn’t much help in the firefight anyway.
“We still need more distance!” Crosshair spat, his expression steeling as he thought. He knew that as soon as their enemies caught up with the wagon, it was all over. And they were getting uncomfortably close by the second.
The massive railroad bridge that was Bard’s Crossing stretched high over the yawning mouth of the Dakota River before it spanned out into Flat Iron Lake. Tech was leading them straight for it, an absolute madman, but probably one of the only people who could pull it off. Crosshair couldn’t help but smirk at his brother, the lunacy of the situation.
In that moment, Crosshair realized what he needed to do. He slowed Havoc to a canter. The stallion grunted, wanting to stay with his herd.
“Crosshair, what are you doing?!” Wrecker called out, crouched over Hunter, trying to staunch the hole in his side.
“Buying time.” Crosshair said, releasing the reins to cock his rifle. Using his seat to further slow his horse.
“This isn’t part of the plan!” Tech started to slow Murray.
“Too bad, it is now. GO! I’ll meet you in Blackwater.”
Tech nodded reluctantly, and urged Marauder back up to speed.
“This is not good, we shouldn’t split up!” Echo lowered his pistol, watching Crosshair and Havoc disappear into the darkness. “Running off to be the hero never works Crosshair!” He futilely called after his brother.
After the bridge, Tech steered the wagon back onto the road uncomfortably close to an oncoming train, thankfully still going slow as it left the nearby station. He cast an apologetic wave at the conductor who was visibly angry. They pulled the wagon over as soon as possible, Tech held up the driver’s lantern to check on Hunter. “How bad?” He was almost afraid to ask.
“A little worse than a graze, but I don’t think it hit anything important.” Wrecker reported.
“I’d… beg to differ, Wrecker. Feels pretty important.” Hunter huffed a small laugh which became a groan.
Echo rummaged through the kitchen crate for a whiskey bottle. Handing it to Hunter, who took a long swig before returning it. His face scrunching in anticipation before Echo splashed the stinging liquid onto the wound.
Tech finished by cleaning and staunching the wound with fabric from their triage kit, leftover from the war. They hadn’t had much use of it since then. After the train went by they were left in hanging silence. The tension began to abate, though worry about Crosshair still hung in the air. Wrecker looked out toward the bridge as if he could see his brother through the darkness if he tried hard enough.
Echo turned toward Meggy, still cowering in the corner of the wagon. Still doing exactly as Hunter instructed, staying put. Her face was lined with horror and her eyes were wet, as she hugged her still shaking legs.
“Hey, hey Meggy. We’re okay.” Echo went to her side. She glanced at him, then looked back toward Hunter and Tech. “Here, uh, come sit up here.” He took her elbow. The poor girl looked shell-shocked as if she were the one who’d been through a war. She took his offer to get up off the floor and sit on a crate with him, still shivering.
Crosshair halted Havoc, still on the bridge. He could already hear the hoofbeats of his pursuers pounding on the wooden struts. He deftly uncaulked his rifle and stowed it in the saddle as he slid off. Walking several paces toward the enemy, he raised his hands toward the stars above.
The gang got on their way again. “The closer we are to Blackwater, the safer we’ll be.” Tech assured, steering Murray to ford a shallow creek, letting the loyal beast take a long drink of water before continuing on.
“Why’s that?” Hunter croaked, taking another swig of whisky while trying to get comfortable against a sideways barrel close to Meggy’s seat.
“A few weeks ago the Van der Linde gang were here, and… left quite the mess.” Tech snapped the reins and Murray continued at a walk. “The gang robbed the Blackwater ferry. $150,000, according to the paper.” He added.
Wrecker whistled in amazement. “That’s a lot of cash…”
“It was a bloody affair, the Pinkertons got involved.”
“We should probably stay far enough away from the town if there are feds about, not to mention in case Meg–, I mean our wanted posters have made it out here.” Echo pointed out, casting a glance at Meggy beside him, still as a statue with Echo’s jacket draped over her shoulders. Hunter looking at her with concern, despite being the only one bleeding.
“Meggy, are you okay?” Hunter put the bottle to the side and reached out to her, wincing as the motion tugged painfully.
“She’s not hurt...” Echo pondered. “I think she’s scared, but she hasn’t said anything.”
“I’m okay.” Meggy nodded, and a tear ran down her face. She wiped it quickly, hoping no one saw.
Her brothers continued to console her as the wagon continued into the dark.
Arthur, Javier and Lenny rode up on the lone dark-clad outlaw with guns drawn.
“You’re coming with us.” Lenny spat, leveling his pistol.
“I would like to come to an arrangement.” Crosshair called out. “I have… a proposition.”
Lenny and Javier looked at Arthur, who raised his chin in interest. “Let’s talk somewhere we aren’t about to get crushed by a train.” He responded after a beat of consideration. Crosshair spun around and saw the light of an engine appearing on the other end of the bridge, when he turned back around Dutch’s boys were trotting back to solid ground. Crosshair mounted up and followed.
“You sure this is a good idea, Morgan?” Javier chided.
“Let’s hear him out. It’s our only option now.” Arthur cast a glance over his shoulder in the direction of Blackwater.
Between two prairie hills just outside Blackwater, the Bad Batch gang had settled in for the night, huddled against the wagon with a small campfire. Coyotes yapped nearby, and the crickets added to the chorus with their own nighttime song. Meggy laid on her bedroll between Hunter and Wrecker. Tech took the first watch after he untacked Marauder and brushed him. All five of them were silent with worry since the wagon wheels stopped. Every little sound had Tech looking up from what he was doing, hoping it was Crosshair catching up with them. Wrecker took the next watch, then Echo. Meggy and Hunter were allowed to sleep off the ordeal. The night slid by with no sign of their absent brother.
Taglist: @dragonrider9905 @omegafett99 @griffedeloup @happydragon @fionas-frenzy @dizzy-9906 @coruscanti-travelguide
Author's note:
"It didn't hit nothin' important!!" That scene from the Ballad of Buster Scruggs kept playing in my head while I wrote this. I might add some more illustrations to this later, cuz I still have some ideas, but for now I just wanted to get this OUT THERE. I've completed a rough outline of the whole story at this point, and I'm so excited for the stuff at the climax. I have no idea how many chapters this will be but I'm trying to keep each one around 1.5 - 3k words.
I am so grateful for the positive feedback on the first two chapters thank y’all so much! I am certainly not the most experienced writer, and have been kind of hard on myself with this chapter, but had to keep remembering that this is all just for fun and doesn’t have to be perfect.
#tbb x rdr2 au#writing#the bad batch#sw tbb fanfic#sw tbb#tbb omega#tbb crosshair#tbb echo#tbb wrecker#tbb tech#tbb hunter#hunter whump#western au#rdr2 fanart#bad batch fandom
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Ok I got to ask, what was Strife and War's hair braided plan if they just kept Bride with them with her having no way of going home? I just see a few flaws to whatever plan they have, mostly involving the Council since they banished humanity to earth and seeing a stray one wondering around would probably trigger them. That also brings up War and Strife's other siblings.
Oh it’s complicated, certainly. But they’re Horsemen, they can handle complicated.
They’d squirrel her away in one of their homes on a distant realm, possibly even enlist a maker to build a home for all three of them to live in that’s hidden from the Charred Council. Of course, they can’t hide anything from Death. Fury, yes, but not Death.
Luckily for them, it wouldn’t take much convincing to get Death on their side. War would just need to tell him that you’re his human now, and Death, while reluctant and privately concerned for your safety, wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise his brother’s happiness.
Even Samael agrees to keep their secret… for a price.
If anyone starts getting too close to the truth, they just say you’re glamoured as a human. Who aside from a high ranking demon can really tell? And Samael has guaranteed their silence.
The real problem is getting you to stay, and be happy with staying.
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Ah yes, the 5 horsemen of the apocalypse
capitalism
hungry but unclear if it's for food, touch, or hubris
narcissism but with jazz hands
voyeurism
nostalgia traps >:) and paradoxes
also known as
oldest sibling syndrome
fem-presenting he/him supremacy
theatre kid
stalker
OOOOH BOY A SPANKOFFSKI (bastard)
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