#I’ve been obsessed w red dead recently let it slide

[p1nkcanoe]

p1nk’s cowboy ghoul hc’s 🤠

yeehaw, let’s get it

wild west is probably a more fitting description, but mmmmm cowboys... ANYWAYS

!! mentions of blood, violence, injury, dishonorable and illegal activity, weapons...

swiss

every time I think of cowboy swiss I can’t get raven’s post out of my head. this man is adorned with gold and covered in tattoos--most of which are messy and self-done--and a sight to behold. he's all broad shoulders and a tiny waist, and sports the thickest, neatest mustache for miles. what exactly he does to make his money is a mystery. nobody really knows where he's from, or what he's about, but he tends to stick around town for days at a time before disappearing without a word, only to return days--maybe weeks--later and refusing to speak a word of his absence. he's known as a ghost to the locals, drifting in and out and working silently and without a trace of evidence for his story, and he likes it that way. swiss works for lots of people and also nobody at all. he's got connections all over the continent and is willing to carry out any task in return for a good check and a word with a wealthier man. he's got money buried underground in burlap sacks and old dynamite crates hidden in caves, evidence of his loyalty and unwavering reliability, and even though his hands are covered in blood he's carried onward by the mountains of honor on his shoulders.

aether

big boy’s the sheriff of a small town hidden around the bend of a river and guarded by hills and mountains. he’s a highly respected man, had gained his title and work through his high honor and kind heart, and he’s dedicated to keeping his people safe. he wears his big, golden star on his chest with great pride, but the sheriff's not as clean as he seems. he's got connections far outside of his station and dabbles in the very things that he locks "dirty criminals" up for. he's got a distribution agreement with cirrus and her moonshine monopoly, has sunshine as an acquaintance, keeps swiss sheltered, clean, and working for mutual benefit, and has dewdrop to complete the more dishonorable work that he can't complete himself. aether has a prideful reputation to uphold but he still sleeps with one eye open at night. nobody here is a saint.

dewdrop

dew’s aether’s right hand. he does all the dirty work- the things that aeth can’t do himself without risking his reputation. and he’s good at what he does. he’s silent, stealthy, and isn’t afraid to take an extra risk to finish what needs to be done. this kind of work comes with a price, though. dew’s done some things that he’ll never speak of, not even with aether, but as long as he sits down with him at the end of a long day and joins him for a beer they don't press too far into it. dew's quiet. he doesn't speak much but he has a temper that's unusually short and tends to get him into stupid barfights that he knows he won't walk away the winner from. sure, he's dispatched countless men, but he's still not the biggest guy in the bar... sometimes he feels like he needs a little pain for the things he's done; the things he's seen. an eye for an eye, as they say. it's the closest he'll get to experience peace of mind.

cumulus

cumulus is the daughter of a wealthy barkeep. her family has owned the tavern in town for generations and you can usually find her there, playing the piano and keeping drunken men entertained with her charm, pretty teeth, and big curly blonde hair. but don’t get it wrong—lus holds her own and she keeps both the regulars and the stragglers in line with nothing but her own two fists—and you better not get her daddy involved if you know what’s good for you. she may be a good girl in the books but she's got her own contracts behind the scenes. she's got a regular who comes in once every week or so and stocks their shelves with 'shine. as far as anyone is concerned, it's on request and with good word from the sheriff, but in reality she's managed to catch the eye of the best moonshiner in the state. sure, she completes the business end of the contract and makes sure the cabinets are full, but their personal affairs after hours are solely a business of their own.

sunshine

sunshine is a deadly motherfucker. she may not look like much but there's a saying that goes around that claims that she's never missed a shot. she runs around with a gang up in the hills and occasionally comes into town to visit the tavern and spend some coin in the shops (it's rumored that she's got a little something for the piano girl, but nobody's ever had the balls to ask around). she operates on her own time and by her own rules; no questions asked and no compromises. what she says, goes. and that's a threat. it's true that sometimes the sheriff's a little iffy about her presence, but she's assured him a million times that as long as he lets her slide by that she'll leave him alone. she's not usually one to make deals or partnerships outside her gang, but she is a woman of her promise and aeth has never put forth the idea of testing it. occasionally she'll roll in when swiss is in town and together they're a dangerous duo. that's what really scares the shit out of him. together they could take over the town in a heartbeat. but they wont. they're outlaws, not monsters.

mountain

mountain is a free spirit. he lives nowhere in particular, migrates from place to place with his camp on his back. he has a special bond with nature, enamored with the beauty of the earth, and he would much rather risk getting lost in the wilderness than to settle in even a tiny town. but every blue moon he'll wander in and say hello to familiar faces, sell some animal pelts and lost items for a few dollars, and spend a cozy night in the tavern--more than taken care of by morning. he's an interesting sight as well, choosing to wear handmade leather shoes over any nice pair of boots and sporting a hat made from a raccoon and possum pelt. he has excellent handiwork and if you ask nicely he might just bring you a little handmade article next time he visits (whenever that may be). "where you off to this time?" and "when'll you be back?" aeth will ask as he's loading up his horse again for the road, and mount always answers the exact same: "somewhere, and sometime. i'll tell you about it when I get back." aether always laughs, gives his horse a pat, and shakes his strong right hand. "just don't die out there," he says. "no promises."

cirrus

"what'd you bring me this time, pretty lady?" aether asks, lifting up the cloth concealing two dozen liquor jugs, maybe more. a thick stack of cash is handed over with his other hand. "only the best." cirrus is a moonshiner and she’s got her hand on the best product for a thousand miles in every direction. she built her business from the ground up, a careful process of trial and error, and eventually distilled her final product with her own careful hands. her shine burns like fire and goes down like candy on your tongue. it's the most potent product for miles and puts hair on a grown man's chest--and she's made herself quite the penny off of it. cirrus is a powerful woman. she doesn't put up with bullshit and handles the majority of her conflicts herself. she's survived a thousand bullets, they say, and walked through a million acres of fire with bare feet. she's invincible. the only evidence that supports her mortality is the loss of her right eye. she shields it under a wide brimmed hat embellished with rubies and feathers from birds found a thousand miles away. but it's never hidden. it's a medal, a warning, a token of her strength. at every point they thought they'd killed her-she always came right back.

rain

rain, rain rain… where do I even start? he’s a tall, lean boy with a pretty face who tends to get himself into all kinds of sticky situations. he’s quick witted, extremely unserious, but smart as hell. he’s also a master on horseback and quite the horse whisperer. he's usually up to his neck in mud or working in the stables, boarding and managing the horses belonging to visitors, but he especially loves it when a stranger comes in, one that stays for a passing night and leaves early in the morning. he'll strike up a conversation, perhaps use his charm to get some extra coins for cheap liquor from the general store... but the boy is also a petty thief. he can't help himself, it's a habit he can't shake. the saddle bags are the easiest, but pockets and coat jackets are just so much more fun. once he slipped his hand into the coat pocket of the town's own passing ghost, stealing an important looking silver pocket watch and a dollar coin when he'd cornered him in the hay shed with the promise of a kiss. he hadn't gotten away with that one so easy... swiss--as he now knew him--returned only hours later with the brim of his hat set low and a cigarette lit between his lips and rain cracked under the pressure of a steel knife to his throat. and for some reason after that swiss took a liking to the foolish stablehand. perhaps it was his charm or the promise of a kiss he never received, but he always made the effort to bring rain little valuables from his time away. they were the only gifts he ever kept from a stranger--if you could even call him a stranger. he just made sure to never question where they came from.

phantom and aurora

who...? who are these two stragglers who just rode into town? they don't have much and they seem to be looking to stick around... I guess we'll just have to wait and see what they're about.

p1nk’s cowboy ghoul headcanons are brought to you by the entirety of lord huron’s long lost album as well as too many hours spent on red dead redemption...

(tagging @crimsonclergy and @royalchachi bc they got cowboy worms like me fr)

I’ll probably end up doing more w this, going into depth about outfits n shi. but talk to me about your thoughts, I wanna hear em.

[s1ater]

hey queen i’m gonna ask politely for a part two of “high school rivals” i just need it in my life that was one of the best hawk fics i’ve read so mrs gorl do me a solid and write a part two! i will forever be in your debt!!!! anyways love you and all the stuff you’ve written!❤️❤️

highschool rivals, part two. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which reader believes hawk is fucking with her when saying he does karate, but he won’t prove otherwise, no matter how much she begs.

warnings 🚫: swearing, drinking , also reader and miguel are only friends (i swear it’s not flirting), uhh

slater’s note 🗯: yuh, finally updated, sorry it took so long i’ve literally had no MOTIVATION but hey(love you bae thank you for giving me motivation to update)

part one, part two

the weekend reached faster than you thought it would, giving you no time to think out a plan on how to set hawk off.

maybe you should’ve just gotten over it, but the urge to egg him on, to watch him snap kept a provoking feeling in the inside of your stomach to keep planning.

you didn’t understand why, but something about hawk just fascinated you, made you obsessed with thoughts of him and what he could do to you.

and maybe the thought setting him off into a rage set you off into excitement of what he would do to you.

pinning you down, overpowering your strength just so he could win, anything and everything to show the dominance he had over you.

oh it was wrong, but so so fun to think about.

saturday morning hit you hard from a rough hangover resonating from the night before with mia and harper, a lot of drinking taking place due to it being harper’s birthday and all she wanted to do was watch old movies and drink till she blacked out.

and oh boy did she really black out.

and so did mia, leaving you up and alone with edward scissor hands playing in the background as your newly drunken mind searched through your phone for something entertaining.

someone entertaining.

your first choice, miguel, him being the first one to pop up on your recently snapped on snap chat.

y/n: i’m bored, come hang out w me

miguel: u drinking yet?

y/n: ye

miguel: i’d come but i’m w people

y/n: uh fuk yow

miguel: aren’t we hanging out tomorrow anyways

y/n: yeh but everyone’s aslep now

miguel: oh facts

eli wants to talk to you

your drunken self had rolled your eyes, sliding out of the chat and into hawk’s snap user who was already typing.

hawk: can i come over?

y/n: no

hawk: awh, why not princess

y/n: shut up

people who lie about being in karate don’t get to come to drinking parties

hawk: oh?

y/n: yeah now leve me alone

...

hawk: miss me yet?

it was like he knew how to play the game perfectly, a game that wasn’t even really a game. just teasing being held between two hormonal teens who made out a couple of times.

he knew exactly how to get into your mind which is why it didn’t take long before he had convinced you to allow him to sneak over to harper’s house, wearing a black hoodie that was draped over his head with miguel following right behind with glasses you had never seen on him before.

“you said you were with people,” you had narrowed your brows, looking over hawk’s shoulder at miguel who was still outside due to you blocking the way in through the sliding door.

his eyes connected to yours after slowly analyzing his surroundings as if something would pop out of the dark at any moment.

“yeah,” he jerked his head a bit, “i’m with lover boy here who convinced me to drive him five miles to a drunk birthday party at two in the morning.”

you studied miguel a bit more better, realizing he had slightly smears of acne cream on his cheeks and forehead, pulling together the glasses and pajama pants look. he seemed annoyed and tired, which made sense since it actually was two in the morning.

“hi,” your eyes drew away from miguel to hawk who smiled smoothly, his red hair peaking out from underneath his hood, dipping down into a form you had never seen it; flat.

“hi,” you replied, slightly shocked before being pulled in closer to him, his cold hands rubbing up and down your waist before peaking underneath your own hoodie.

his cool finger tips pressed into your hipbones, his fingernails slightly curving and breaking into your skin as he tried to get an even tighter hold on you. the pads of his thumbs rubbed up and down against the dips of your stomach as he continued to stare straight into your eyes, calmly.

“so, can we get this train moving or are we gonna stand in the doorway for the rest of the night?”

you couldn’t recall if you had gone anywhere farther than rubbing skin against skin with the boy or his lips pressing against your forehead biding you sweet dreams as he left before the rest of the morning could catch him. the alcohol eating away at all memories and events that had happened between two and five.

y/n: hey, can i head over?

miguel: yeah, eli should be there to let you in

the weekend had entailed a lot of hanging out, saturday implying drinking and just general talking in miguel’s apartment with robby, hawk, harper, and mia.

you weren’t exactly sure if it was a good idea to be drinking day after day but it was your teenage years, whats the worst that could happen?

“you’re early.”

you frowned watching the door open to only see hawk, his expression dead, almost like he was annoyed but he still let you in, leaving the apartment door wide open.

“where’s miguel?” you asked, stepping into the cool apartment from the roasting air, a feeling of relief settling on your skin as you were no longer cooking into a chicken in the hot sun.

“what do you mean?”

“well this is his apartment... right?” you looked around analyzing the small space. it was neat but there was some kind of atmosphere filling the air making the whole area dark.

you sat on the couch watching eli as he seemed to be rummaging around the kitchen, seemingly ignoring you by not answering your question.

“what’re you doing?”

“nothing.”

“wanna spar?”

he looks up, his eyes meeting dead in yours, “shut up.”

“okay...”

the apartment soon seems to fill with a silence quickly and rather awkwardly as you sat there, patting your lap with your hands, switching between each thigh as your mind raced.

do something.

but you didn’t think it was a good idea to do something, it had only been a minute into your arrival and he already seemed snappy.

it was then did you really wish you could remember everything that had happened the night before and as to why it was so suddenly awkward.

it didn’t make sense, he would always find something to talk about, that was one of the first things you had picked up on about him.

“you mad at me?”

“no,” he said it slowly, glancing over to you as you were already looking at him, how shifting your position on the couch.

“why’re you being weird.”

he laughed.

and then... ignored your question.

“what happened last night?”

he looked up from the counter again, you had noticed he was writing something down, making you guess he was doing his homework or something.

he also seemed annoyed, looking over once again to your doubtful state.

“you were drunk.”

“yeah, the killer headache i had this morning told me.”

“yeah...”

“why’re you being to fucking weird?”

“i’m not, jesus,” he snapped at you, his face screwing up with annoyance as well as slight confusion as to wondering why you were being so anxious.

“you seem mad, man.”

“well maybe if you shut-“

“i got the alc!” the sudden noise of the apartment door opened caused eli to cut himself off, looking over to the white chipped door open, revealing miguel and robby.

you clenched your jaw, looking away from the two boys and to the floor, thinking about the sentence hawk was about to spat in front of your face before interrupted.

shut up.

“you two good?”

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