#abigail Ennis

[arty-e]

Camilla’s siblings mock her tiny height

Ennis siblings in age order: Abigail (ginger sister), Camilla (Alvis’ mum), William (ginger brother), Nicholas (brown haired brother) and Marta (brown haired sister)

Camilla’s sibling designs belong to @buttercup-draws44

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Skybound's Creepshow Returns For Vol. 2 This Fall

Skybound's Creepshow Returns For Vol. 2 This Fall #comics #comicbooks

The smash-hit horror comic is back and creepier than ever! Skybound has announced a second volume of the hugely popular comic book anthology based on Greg Nicotero’s hit Shudder TV series produced and licensed by Cartel Entertainment.   Creepshow Volume 2 #1, featuring stories by comic legends Garth Ennis, Becky Cloonan, and Phil Hester, will arrive in comic book shops on September 12,…

[nurnhildes]

just 2 add that javi doesn’t abandon her on purpose its just that she doesn’t go to dutchs side despite him literally asking her to and pulling on her arm. plus maybe when all the shits hitting the fan and the pinkertons chase arthur and john, she plays dead (in susan’s blood…😬) and then javier sees her leaving with john after arthur’s sacrifice?? even tho they don’t say anything to each other its a betrayal shes fleeing with (who he believes is) a traitor

[eat-the-lemons]

What kind of plants would be your favorite characters?

Okay hot takes coming (also these aren't all of my favourite characters because there are so many of them, so to keep it short it's basically just the main characters of some more popular media I like)

Crowley would be some kind of potted houseplant for obvious reasons

Aziraphale would be an olive tree. I can't really tell you why but yes

Hannibal and Will would be two trees with their brances twisted together. The kind of tree is irrelevant

Abigail Hobbs would be wormwood

Sherlock and John would both be cacti

Edwin Payne is literally a barley field and Charles Rowland is a willow tree. And Monty is mint

Seymour Glass would be some kind of wildflower patch

Klaus Hargreeves would be a tiger lily & Viktor Hargreeves would be lily of the valley

Lila Pitts would be a venus flytrap

Morpheus would be a magnolia tree

Jack Twist would be currants and Ennis Del Mar would be raspberries

Todd Anderson would be some kind of pine and Neil Perry would be oak

Loth Beck would be lavender

Boka János would be a hyacinth and Nemecsek Ernő would be a daffodil

Nighty would be a copper beech tree and Sparker would be a sunflower

[lemonwrap]

Imagine: a Call of Duty/Brokeback Mountain crossover in which Soap is Jack and Ghost is Ennis. 

When his family dies, Simon Riley moves to America in an attempt at a new life. He settles down and gets engaged with a nice girl named Betsy. He needs a job, so he lands one as a sheep rancher on a mountain and meets John MacTavish, the other rancher, on his first day. 

At first, they don’t talk much. Simon is a man of few words, but John is an open book, all cheery disposition, sunny smiles, and idle chatter. Slowly but surely, they grow closer, eating beans by the fire and watching over the sheep, singing and talking. John loves to play his harmonica (despite Simon’s complaints), and Simon likes to whittle. Neither of them want to leave. 

One night, after some drinking, John and Simon share a tent to shelter from the cold night air. John makes a move on Simon, tipsily kissing him. Simon stiffens at first, but he can feel the intent behind it, and god, he feels it, too. There’s something drawing them together, like a red string of fate. He gives in easily, and they have sex for the first time together. Simon’s never felt like that in his whole life, not even with Betsy. 

They continue this pattern over the summer, kissing and fucking, talking and laughing, drinking and wrestling in the grass. They grow much too close. They don’t really discuss their relationship, except for Simon saying that he’s not queer, and John agreeing that he isn’t, either. Neither of them admit just how fond they are of the other.

The summer ends. When they depart, Simon is sick with what he doesn’t want to admit is grief.

Simon goes home in Wyoming, and John moves to Texas, where ranch hands are needed often. Simon’s newly-wed wife, Betsy, becomes pregnant with their first child by January of the next year. Four years later, Simon receives a telegram from John saying that he’ll be in Wyoming soon, and Simon gives him permission to come visit. 

Simon puts on a shirt a little nicer than he usually would and his least worn pair of jeans when John comes to visit, and when he arrives, they hug and greet each other happily. Simon introduces John to Betsy, and they go out for drinks. 

They end up fucking passionately at the motel John is staying at, then catch up on what has happened in the past four years. John hasn’t married, but Simon’s child, Abigail, is a toddler by now. John is disappointed that Simon is married, and says that they should start a ranch together, but Simon declines with a heavy heart, stating that people aren’t kind to those presumed queer. John knows it's true, but he’s still upset. 

They still visit each other often, and John considers moving up to Wyoming. In the meantime, Simon and Betsy begin to drift apart, because although he would never say so, he’s focused on John. John, with his bright smiles, pretty blue eyes, his dazzling personality, his attractive body…Simon is enraptured by him, even after all this time. 

Simon and Betsy divorce, and Betsy keeps Abigail away from him. Despite it all, Simon is relieved. Simon still doesn’t know that Betsy knows about him and John. It’s been over ten years since John and Simon first met on the mountain, and while Simon still doesn’t see Abigail often, he does love his daughter dearly. 

John surprises Simon with a visit, and fervently kisses him against his truck when they meet. John reveals that he bought a small ranch in Wyoming, and invites Simon to stay with him. 

Simon declines, saying that it could be dangerous, even though he aches to be with John. John is heartbroken, and leaves soon after, but they still meet up, much more often now that John has a property in Wyoming. John aches to have Simon with him, but doesn’t bring it up again. 

The night that John is attacked, he nearly dies. He’s jumped by a group of men and left for dead, but is saved by a good samaritan and taken to a hospital. Simon, who is listed as his next of kin, is called, and he rushes to the hospital. He’s terrified that one of the only lights in his life will be snuffed out. And it nearly is. John almost dies, but manages to pull through with permanent injuries, including a blind eye and a busted up knee. 

Simon stays by John’s side and kisses him desperately when he wakes up, and says that he’ll do it. He’ll move in with John once he’s released from the hospital. They have to hire a few ranch hands to pick up the slack now that John can’t work as hard, but they manage. Abigail is old enough to see her father of her own accord by now, so Simon gets to see his child, too. 

And Simon stays. He stays with John like he had always wanted to, and they’re both the happiest they’ve been in years, taking care of cattle and sheep just like they used to.

[sporadiceagleheart]

Thursday edits for angels surrounded by angels Shan'ann Cathryn Rzucek and Bella&Nico and CeCe, Candela Sol Rodriguez, Alyssa Jane West, Emma Nicole Speer, Avielle Richman, Ava Jordan Wood, Leiliana Wright, Saffie-Rose Brenda Roussos, Lily Peters, Olivia Pratt Korbel, Sara Sharif, Charlotte Figi, Jersey Dianne Bridgeman, Lucy Morgan, Mercedes Losoya, Norah Lee Howard, Sloan Mattingly, Audrii Cunningham, Judith Barsi and Heather O'Rourke, Makenna Lee Elrod Seiler, Eliahna Torres, Jackie Cazares, Mary E. Sullivan, Olivia Grace Thompson, Lester Stillwell, Alexis Brianne “Lexi” Stempien, Blake Lee Stafford, Emma Grace Stacks, Kelly Doyle Sparks, Christy Lea Sparks, Kelsey Shelton Smith-Briggs, Michael Daniel Smith, Alexander Tyler “Alex” Smith, Laura Ashley Skinner, James Asa Rudder, Ashley Nicole Romer, Jennifer Jailene Rodriguez, Angel Divine Randall, Miakailah Renee Ramsey-Franklin, JonBenét Ramsey, Kelli Shay Powell, Allyceea Mabel Brynne Ennis, Janet Carol Pierick, Patricia Sue Phillips, Pete Peterson I, Kaitlyn Nikol Pukatsch Parsons, Cheyenne Rose “Chey Chey” Newton, Emanuel Wesley Murray Jr., Maud H. Munn, Doris Denise Milner, Bruce Edward Miller, Ruby Miller, Lucille Miller, Gwenyth Marie McWethy, Natallie Elizabeth McNelly, Minnie E. McKendrick, Bradley Gene McGee, Joanne Ena Lynn, Jessica Marie Lunsford, Brittani Lynn LaFollette, Eva Gladys “Gladys” Kincaid, Elisa Izquierdo, James Alan Ray Hubbard, Catherine Violet Hubbard, Janessa Micheala “Nessie” Horner, Nina Viktoria “Tori” Bashenova Hilt, Angela Dawn Harter, Michelle Heather Guse, Lori Lee Farmer, Anna Katherine Grudziecke, Edith Clare “Edie” Grierson, Aiyana Emily Gauvin, Thomas Edwards Gallagher, Gerald Alfred Gaddy, Annie L Foster, Leah Foster Whitacre, Julie Alliot, Rowan Damia Ford, Kathy Fiscus, Mary Ruth Davis, Ettie E. Davis, Joan Angela D'Alessandro, Tessara Kate “Tessa” Crespi, Samantha Joy “Sammie” Crespi, Nina Craigmiles, Lacy Cheyenne Cook, Eleanor Emily Cook, Edward Parsons Cook, Dakoda James Clapper, Nevaeh Amyah Buchanan, Hayley Renae Reasor Briggs, Noelle Elizabeth Braun, Skylar Mark Brady, Edna Louise Blank, Celeste Elizabeth Berg, Teri Earlene Bender, Katherine Marie “Kathy” Beets, Barbara Ann Barnes, Bessie Barker, Baylee Almon, Marivel Mercedez Alvarez, Jessica Anders, Elli Grace Perez-Speer, Adilynn Holmes Speer, Anniston Noel Speer, Ciara Nicole Floyd, Nelani Ciara Koefer, Jade Nicole Simmons, Elizabeth Ann Byrd, Story Wren Worth, Abigail Elizabeth “Abby” Fedosoff, Kezia Mason, Isabella Sara “Bella” Tennant, Avery Lana Linda Brown, Sadako Sasaki, Sarah McKayla Brooks, Jessica Scatterson,Jessica Marie Bock, Layla Salazar, Emma Catherine Grace Thompson,

[smashpages]

Skybound announces a second ‘Creepshow’ miniseries with Hester, Cloonan, Ennis + more

The anthology will run for five issues and include stories by Michael Walsh,  Dan Watters, Abigail Larson, Zoe Thorogood and more.

cover by Guillem March

[goalhofer]

2024 olympics Ireland roster

Athletics

Mark English (Letterkenny)

Andrew Coscoran (Balbriggan)

Cathal Doyle (Bettystown)

Luke McCann (Dublin)

Brian Fay (Dublin)

Thomas Barr (Waterford)

Christopher O'Donnell (Loughborough, U.K.)

Eric Favors (Haverstraw, New York)

Sharlene Mawdsley (Newport)

Rhasidat Adeleke (Tallaght)

Sophie Becker (Ballykelly)

Ciara Mageean (Portaferry)

Sophie Bideau-O'Sullivan (Melbourne, Australia)

Sarah Healey (Monkstown)

Jodie McCann (Dublin)

Sarah Lavin (Lisnagry)

Fionnuala McCormick (Wicklow)

Philippa Healy (Ballineen)

Kelly McGrory (Laghy)

Nicola Tuthill (Kilbrittain)

Kate O'Connor (Dundalk)

Badminton

Nguyen Nhat (Dublin)

Rachael Darragh (Letterkenny)

Boxing

Jude Gallagher (Newton Stewart, U.K.)

Dean Clancy (Sligo)

Aidan Walsh (Belfast, U.K.)

Jack Marley (Dublin)

Daina Moorehouse (Dublin)

Jenny Lehane (Ashbourne)

Michaela Walsh (Belfast, U.K.)

Kellie Harrington (Dublin)

Gráinne Walsh (Tullamore)

Aoife O'Rourke (Castlerea)

Canoeing

Liam Jegou (Huningue, France)

Noel Hendrick (Dunadea)

Michaela Corcoran (Montgomery County, Maryland)

Madison Corcoran (Montgomery County, Maryland)

Cycling

Ben Healy (Kingswinford, U.K.)

Ryan Mullen (Colwyn Bay, U.K.)

Megan Armitage (Tullamore)

Erin Creighton (Belfast, U.K.)

Mia Griffin (Glenmore)

Alice Sharpe (Cambridge, U.K.)

Kelly Murphy (London, U.K.)

Lara Gillespie (Dublin)

Diving

Jake Passmore (Leeds, U.K.)

Ciara McGing (London, U.K.)

Equestrian

Austin O'Connor (Mallow)

Cian O'Connor (Dublin)

Shane Sweetnam (Cork)

Daniel Coyle (Ardmore, U.K.)

Abigail Lyle (Bangor, U.K.)

Susie Berry (Dromore)

Sarah Ennis (Howth)

Aoife Clark (Dublin)

Field hockey

Kyle Marshall (Markethill)

Peter McKibbin (Belfast, U.K.)

Jonny Lynch (Lisburn)

Peter Brown (Banbridge)

Nick Page (London, U.K.)

David Harte (Ballinspittle)

Tim Cross (Melbourne, Australia)

John McKee (Banbridge, U.K.)

Matthew Nelson (Belfast, U.K.)

Daragh Walsh (Dublin)

Shane O'Donoghue (Dublin)

Sean Murray (Lisburn, U.K.)

Jeremy Duncan (Kilkenny)

Michael Robson (Belfast, U.K.)

Ben Walker (Glenageary)

Lee Cole (Shankill)

Ben Johnson (Waterford)

Golf

Rory McIlroy (Jupiter, Florida)

Shane Lowry (Dublin)

Stephanie Kallan (Phoenix, Arizona)

Leona Maguire (Cavan)

Gymnastics

Rhys McClenaghan (Dublin)

Rowing

Daire Lynch (Clonmel)

Philip Doyle (Banbridge, U.K.)

Fintan McCarthy (Skibbereen)

Paul O'Donovan (Lisheen)

Ross Corrigan (Enniskillen, U.K.)

Nathan Timoney (Enniskillen, U.K.)

Holly Davis (Bollincollig)

Alison Bergin (Cork)

Zoe Hyde (Killorglin)

Margaret Cremen (Rochestown)

Aofie Casey (Skibbereen)

Aifric Keogh (Furbo)

Fiona Murtagh (Galway)

Emily Hegarty (Skibbereen)

Natalie Long (Cobh)

Eimear Lambe (Dublin)

Imogen Magner (Ely, U.K.)

Rugby

Jack Kelly (Dublin)

Andrew Smith (Dublin)

Harry McNulty (Cashel)

Mark Roche (Glenageary)

Zac Ward (Downpatrick)

Chay Mullins (Bristol, U.K.)

Jordan Conroy (Tullamore)

Hugo Keenan (Dublin)

Hugo Lennox (Skerries)

Terry Kennedy (Dublin)

Gavin Mullin (Blackrock)

Niall Comerford (Dublin)

Sean Cribbin (Dublin)

Bryan Mollen (Glasthule)

Kathy Baker (Navan)

Megan Burns (Tullamore)

Amee-Leigh Murphy-Crowe (Dublin)

Alanna Fitzpatrick (Portarlington)

Stacey Flood (Dublin)

Eve Higgins (Kilcock)

Erin King (Wicklow)

Vicky Elmes-Kinlan (Rathnew)

Emily Lane (Cork)

Ashleigh Orchard (Belfast, U.K.)

Beibhinn Parsons (Ballinasloe)

Lucy Mulhall (Wicklow)

Sailing

Finn Lynch (Bennekerry)

Robert Dickson (Sutton)

Sean Waddilove (Howth)

Eve McMahon (Howth)

Swimming

Max McCusker (Harlow, U.K.)

Thomas Fannon (Torquay, U.K.)

Shane Ryan (Haverford Township, Pennsylvania)

Daniel Wiffen (Magheralin, U.K.)

Darragh Greene (Longford)

Conor Ferguson (Belfast, U.K.)

Grace Davison (Bangor, U.K.)

Victoria Catterson (Belfast, U.K.)

Erin Riordan (Whitegate)

Danielle Hill (Newtonabbey, U.K.)

Mona McSharry (Grange)

Ellen Walshe (Dublin)

Taekwondo

Jack Woolley (Dublin)

[zeero1060]

Got GCSEs this week so we got a long poll

My friend (@pale1green on here) guesses starcanwrecked character names (pt 1)

[outlier-rookie]

Of Blood and Greatness - Chapter 5

Chapter 5/?? - I Try To Speak

AO3 Link https://archiveofourown.org/works/26305741/chapters/87506110

CHAPTER WARNSING Recount of past traumatic/near-death experiences. Physical violence against a child Mentions of Old School ‘Discipline (ie spanking a child)

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In the days that passed, Arthur felt like he’d scarcely seen hide or hair of their resident teenage sharpshooter. He awoke one night wondering if their existence had been little more than some weird fever dream cooked up by Pearson’s lack of cooking skills. Yet when he looked around he saw clear evidence of their marks left around camp. A ragged button-up shirt too small to belong to Sean or Lenny. Kieran sneaking Fortuna a little treat as he brushed her flank. The extra tent and bedroll set up along the side of the camp. Arthur wasn’t the smartest fella. He left that to the better members of the gang, Dutch, Lenny, Hosea. Even Strauss, the slimly bastard that he was, had smarts of his own. But even Arthur could tell when someone was avoiding him.

For every hour after sundown that passed, the more Arthur remembered the hulking masses of impossible wolves, eyes full of hellfire and teeth like blades. He remembered the sound of Charles’ voice, yelling out to him as the beast sunk its fangs into his arm. There was no beating around the bush that the attack had happened. Charles still wore bandages around his arm and Arthur saw the healing puncture marks. Yet for all his memories of the night, Arthur had not seen the kid.

Arthur’s head might as well have been full of hot swamp water for the rest of the night because come morning he’d realised he’d never actually fallen asleep after laying down on his cot. He joined Charles by the main fire as the man crafted more arrows. He wanted to talk. Wanted to ask about what they’d seen. How Charles was holding up; was his arm alright? He wanted to wake the kid and demand answers- hell he’d get down on his knees and beg them to make sense of what had to be a surreal dream. But the words died in his throat and rising stomach acid burned threatening at the idea of talking. He and Charles sat in silence together until the camp awoke around them and got on with the day.

He finally saw the kid again while he was tending to Admiral. The ornery bastard had attempted to eat his hat, probably as penitence for riding him so hard in the dark and then not taking him out again for a few days. He’d just wrangled his hat from the gelding when Sean came trotting into camp proudly atop Ennis with Mary-Beth and the wayward teenager behind. The Irish man was already hollering about the job they’d just pulled, calling for a small celebration to which Miss Grimshaw rightly crowed that it was barely three in the afternoon. Answers could wait a little longer, he decided. That night was one of the most terrifying he’d lived through, right there alongside the night Lyle went from loving father to monster made flesh. Arthur made himself scarce as Sean half dragged the teen towards the main fire.

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Abigail was a little envious of Mary-Beth. Grimshaw had allowed her to break from her chores for an hour or two given the money she helped bring in. But she didn’t hold it against the young woman and the two chattered briefly over a cup of coffee. Mary-Beth was absolutely giddy about being able to flex her yarn spinning skills.

“And (Y/N)! I thought Arthur was embellishing when he said they were good! But my lord had Sean been the only one shooting it wouldn’t have been nearly as quick- or as clean!” she gushed. Abigail smiled along but she wondered secretly to herself why someone so young would need to be such a good shot. A glance around the camp and the company they all kept reminded her why but the knowledge did not sit well in her stomach as she watched Jack practice his reading with Hosea.

“Um, Miss Mary-Beth?” A hesitance voice called.

“(Y/N), what can I do for you, sweetie?” Mary-Beth beamed as the teen approached.

“Would you um, help me with the ledger?” They asked, the very picture of nervousness. “I can’t read good and I can barely write but I want to make sure I don’t mess up none of the spellin’ and stuff about the job and what we got.” They rambled. Mary-Beth just smiled and lead the teen off to the ledger, leaving Abigail alone again with her coffee. She let her eyes drift over the camp's occupants as her mind wandered, going over her chores for the day and what she could get done while also keeping an eye on Jack and what she’d probably need to ask someone else to watch him while she worked. Would it be cruel to ask (Y/N) to watch them? The teen was quiet and didn’t complain about chores and happily engaged Jack when he asked them to play. Still, it felt wrong asking someone so young to watch a little boy.

Miss Grimshaw’s harpy like screeching brought Abigail back to the land of the living and drew her eyes towards the woman in the middle of berating Sean for spilling bear on (Y/N) shirt. As the teen slipped away from the two, Abigail intercepted them. “Let’s get you a clean shirt, hey?” She said, voice soft like when she’s trying to coax Jack to bed, as she lead them to the far side of the camp and plucked one of the smaller button-ups from the line. “Here,” She said, voice soft and motherly. “It was hung early this morning so it should be dry enough, even with all the humidity.” The kid looked at the shirt for a moment, like they didn’t entirely understand why she was giving it to them. “Trust me,” she said quietly “You don’t want to let the beer soak into the shirt. I’ll soak it overnight and hang it up later.” They nodded and mutter a quiet ‘ok’ as they finally took the offered shirt and ducked behind the wagon to change. Abigail turned her back to give them a little more privacy and gave a sad little sigh. Despite picking the smallest shirt she could from the line it was still grossly oversized for the fifteen year old when they emerged again.

“Maybe we should talk to Hosea and Miss Grimshaw about getting you some new shirts and maybe a pair of pants.” She muttered as she took the dirtied shirt and adjusted the collar of the temporary shirt. “It’s alright Miss Roberts.” They answered, squirming a little as she finished fixing the collar. “My other clothes are still good. There’s more important things to buy than a nicer shirt.” They picked at a loose thread from the rolled sleeves of the shirt before muttering a reason to leave. Abigail just nodded with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes as the fifteen year old took their leave.

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Charles hadn’t been sleeping well. Over the past three days he’d gotten a collective of maybe five or six hours and Hosea had finally refused to let him take another night watch until he got at least another seven hours tonight. He’d managed to rest for a few hours after sundown but his sleep was tormented again by visons of fangs and eyes like red hot coals swathed in shadows.

So here he was again, sat by the scout fire with heavy lids but a body that was too fearful of the dark to rest. He sat there silently tending to the fire, simultaneously thinking about everything and nothing as the first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon. His ears pricked at the sound of dirt shifting and crunching below soft footfalls. To his left came the small, worn boots belonging to (Y/N). Charles looked up and silently acknowledged the teen, unable to will forth any words. They didn’t say anything either, just nodded and warmed themselves by the small fire.

They sat there in silence as the rest of camp took their time to wake. Only Arthur really rose in time with the sun and this morning he chose to join them. Despite the relatively relaxed atmosphere of the early morning, Arthur’s presence had a clear effect on the teenager, who was doing their best to pretend they weren’t there.

The silence between the three of them didn’t last too much longer as Arthur awkwardly cleared his throat before addressing the youngest among them.

“Hey uh, about a few nights ago. That thing that-”

“Ain’t nothing to talk about Mister Morgan.” The teen bit out, cutting the older outlaw off. “Like we told Mister Hosea and Mister Dutch. A bear that met the bad end of a barber’s razor came stumbling out of the scrub and refused to go down.”

“Kid please,” Arthur sighed, annoyance bleeding heavily into his words as he ran a hand down his tired face. “Thing with red hot coals for eye don’t exist and yet we all saw it!”

“The hell do you know?” (Y/N) growled, on their feet in an instant and getting right up into Arthur’s space. Charles quietly got up as the teenager continued to rage at the older man. They raised their arms pushed hard, attempting to shove Arthur. Might have worked if Arthur wasn’t a grown man used to brawls and (Y/N) being a small fifteen year old kid.

“You aren’t the first person who wanted to ‘understand’. I heard that before. And every time it’s the same. You don’t want to understand, you just want something that makes more sense. Make up your own stupid sense. I’m not telling you so you can-!” The words caught in their throat at the same time the tears that were gathering in the corners of their eyes finally fell. “No one ever believes me.” They whimpered. “Why would you be any different.”

Arthur didn’t say anything.

Charles couldn’t.

The embers crackled between them as the teenager angrily rubbed their face, sniffling as they tried to ignore the men watching. As they started to turn, ready to walk away from the orange glow of the scout fire, Arthur found his voice again.

“What I saw, was two massive wolves the size of a gad damn Grizzly. I saw red hot coals and hellfire in their eyes. My rifle might as well have been a bitting bug cause those creatures didn’t give two shits. I know that we nearly died that night.” Charles watched as Arthur swallowed hard around his words, saw his hands flex as he desperately grasped for the courage to continue talking.

Charles found his own voice.

“Your knife.” He said, nodding to the shining bronze blade sheathed at the teenager's hip. “You’ve fought these things before.” It was a redundant statement given their outburst not even a minute earlier but Charles found the word spilling forth regardless. They didn’t respond right away. He could see them gnawing their bottom lip as they contemplated their next action.

“Fine.” They said with a huff. “But don’t come crying to me if you can’t sleep at night no more.” Without another word, they walked around Arthur and towards the gritty beach of Flat Iron Lake. Charles shared a look with Arthur and the two men followed suit.

(Y/N) sat on the large fallen tree trunk that had drifted onto the muddy beach long ago. Arthur elected to stay standing while Charles sat by the teen. Charles accepted the cigarette Arthur offered, knowing that after what was about to be said and revealed he’d be thankful for the tobacco filled smoke in his lungs.

“I heard a saying once,” They began “More of a question really. It goes ‘If a tree falls in the forest but no one’s around to hear or see it, then did it really fall?’. My Aunt Conway calls it bullshit. She says lots of things happen without people noticing. That’s what my life has been like. All fifteen glorious years.” They said with a bitter laugh. “The nun at the orphanage berated me for making up stories when I told her a woman with bird wings for arms tried to eat me. Nearly got hit for that. I think I was six? Aunt Conway took me away shortly after that. She’s the only person I’ve ever met who believed me about the monsters. She’s the one who taught me how to shoot and gave me my knife.”

Charles watched as (Y/N) drew their knife. Even with the absence of a fire, the blade still held that otherworldly glow. He’d noticed before that it wasn’t your standard knife, not like the one he and Arthur had strapped to their belts. Its slim blade made calling it a dagger more accurate. A far cry from your typical hunting knife.

“I think she encountered those monsters her whole life too.” They said quietly slipping the knife back into its sheath.

“Wait, you call her your Aunt but ya just said she adopted you.” Arthur interjected.

“No, I said she took me away from there. The nuns were getting tired of me and my stories. Every time I encountered one of those monsters, something bad happened. Blowing up the outhouse and showering Father Duncan in everything was the last straw. The only reason I wasn’t run out of town was cause Aunt Conway was there. She just, told them she was taking me and they let her. Best day of my eleven years at that place.”

“So why you out here with us then, instead of with her?” Arthur asked as he dipped his head to the point the rim of his hat hid most of his features. (Y/N) lapsed into a temporary silence once before as they gathered their words.

“I killed a man.”

The admission caused Arthur’s head to snap up again where he met Charles’ equally stunned gaze.

“Weren’t actually a real man, I don’t think.” They continued “But what I saw didn’t matter versus what the town saw. He was a huge fella, easily head and shoulders above you Mister Charles, and heavier than a buffalo. Had one eye too, except it was smack dab in the middle of his face, right here.” They explained, pointing vehemently between their own eyes.

“I can’t, I don’t actually remember too much.” They mutter out, words nearly getting stuck in their throat. “The air around him. It just felt wrong. I wanted to scream but he, his hand.” The teen swallowed hard as they reached out a hand a grasped at the air in front of them, squeezing their fist so tight Charles could see the skin turn white even in the early morning light. “I couldn’t breathe.” The kids' eyes were glassy as they took a shuddering breath. “He was holding my- he just wouldn’t let go.”

Charles saw the fifteen year old’s hands shake as they recounted the memory. He could hear the strain of their voice as they help back old fear and panic. He was not good at comforting people. He couldn’t offer soothing words like Hosea and he didn’t have that same maternal softness Abigail had. Still, he found his hand drifting across the log. The way they flinched at the contact broke something in Charles, as big wet eyes shot up to look at him. It was awkward. He didn’t know whether to withdraw his hand or wrap his arm around their shoulders. He ended up just laying his hand palm up on the log, letting the young gunslinger make their own choice. Later he would admit to himself that he was surprised when they took his offered hand and squeezed it tight.

“I remember feeling like I was flying. Aunt Conway says he threw me when she hit him with a broom. The rest is kind of blurry but I remember Aunt Conway always took her shotgun with her when she used the wagon.” They stopped and shrugged. “Guess I managed to get my hand on it cause suddenly his head is gone and I’ve got a smoking gun in my hands.”

The revelation was. Heavy. Charles had been around their age when he’d first killed a man. He remembered the fear running through his veins like wildfire. The sting of a fresh cut along his face and the red mist spraying from the chest of his attacker. Throwing his previous hesitancy to the wind, Charles shuffled closer and gave the teenager what he wished he had then: a warm comforting arm wrapped around their shoulder. Nothing was said as they leaned into his solid mass.

“We didn’t stick around. Couldn’t. Folks was screaming for my head. Apparently, this monster had managed to make himself Sheriff.” They said incredulously. “And to everyone around, I had just blown his head clean off his shoulders for no reason.”

“How did they not see him attacking you?” Charles asked in absolute disbelief.

“That’s just how things are with monsters. Aunt Conway says they have this, mist surrounding them that makes most people’s eyes roll right over them.” (Y/N) answered with a shrug. “I don’t really remember how we got home either but the long and short of it is that if I stayed the law would come and hang me. So Aunt Conway put me on Fortuna’s back and ladened the saddlebags with as much as she could. Pointed me south and to keep riding and find my father.”

“Eventually I found all of you.” They finished, locking eyes with Arthur.

“Damn.” He said with a shake of his head as he dropped the butt of his cigarette on the sand. None of them said anything further as he and Arthur processed the tale. The kid eventually pulled Charles’ arm from their shoulder but smiled for the first time in days, silently thanking him.

“Are we safe?” Arthur asked.

“What?”

“Are we safe?” He repeated. “You’ve encountered at least three of these creatures. Do we have to worry about an attack on the camp?”

Charles tensed as he realised the potential danger they were in. Regular guns didn’t work against these things. Only (Y/N)’s knife did any real damage. What would they do if more of those hell hounds came across the camp?

“They don’t attack most folks. The gang’s safe.” (Y/N) assured them.

“Can you guarantee that? Charles and me? We ain’t ever faced monsters like those things before and you’re just a kid!”

“I’m fifteen!”

“You only have a knife! How the hell are we meant to keep folks alive with one knife?”

“Its because you’re a gang of outlaws that you’re safe!” Was their frustrated reply. “Aunt Conway said that they don’t go after regular folks but especially not folks with bad reputations.”

“Your Aunt knows a lot about these things huh.” Charles interrupted before the two could get into another yelling fit. They nodded in affirmation.

“Yup. She’s around Arthur’s age so she’s learned a lot. Mentioned hunting them a few times when they got too close for comfort.”

A rough sigh drew his attention back to Arthur as the man ran both hands down his face. Faint bruises sat beneath his eyes and despite the tiredness dancing in those gorgeous blues, Charles felt his chest stutter at the sight of Arthur. Old and grumpy he may be, but never let it be said Arthur Morgan didn’t care about those close to him. The blond cracked a weary smile and shook his head. “Too bad we can’t get one of those things to eat Micah.” He joked with a forced laugh.

“I think it’d be worse off than we are with Pearson’s cooking.” Charles replied, a smile tugging at his own lips.

“Yeah, that man is vile enough to kill the Hell Hound that just ate him.” (Y/N) joined in, drawing a more genuine barking laugh from Arthur.

For the first time in several days, the tension between the three of them had dissipated and lightened the air around them.

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FUCK THIS AND FUCK THAT

Ho-ly SHIT

This was not meant to take SIX FUCKING MONTHS but life decided to crap all over me during those months between family and work and the whole pandemic business FUCK

Like hell I am going to abandon this story. Life has gotten back on track and I can now focus my energy into actually finishing the story of RDR2 and writing this fic.

Truth be told I’ve been sitting on drafts of this chapter for months and I’m pissed off enough that I’m just getting this part done so I can get on to the more meaty and juicy parts of the story. I have plans for the next two to three chapters and a vague idea for the ones that come after. This chapter is far from my favourite but it is palatable and that’s as good as it's going to get here. Mistakes are expected but I do not have the energy to proofread and correct grammar.

So please, stay tuned as I (hopefully) bring you more regular updates to Of Blood and Greatness.

Till then, thank you for your continued support and patience Outlier

[irishmacguirefucker]

Thinking about if we had seen Sean in Colter. 

He would have been SO annoying about it, i bet he fucking hates the snow. And he would whine and whine but always be helping the best he can.

He really would try and get peoples moods up. He and Lenny spent most of their downtime (which was already scarce) spending time with Tilly, Karen and Mary-Beth. On the nights when they couldn't sleep, they would sit at close to the fire as they could, curled into each other and tell stories or sing or just sit in each others presence.

Technically he was supposed to sleep in the cabin with the rest of the guys but more than once Grimshaw caught him curled around Karen. He would bury his face in her hair and hers into his chest, just sharing each others warmth as they slept as peacefully as they could. 

When Abigail was tending to John, or crying over his injured body in that room, Sean took it upon himself to teach Jack how to put together the perfect snowball, and definitely didn't tell him to throw it at Bill while he was on guard duty.

He and Lenny would sit shoulder to shoulder at meals, trying to exchange just a little warmth between layers, while playfully pushing each other and joking. 

Knowing poor Molly was in the bedroom alone, in the cold and trying to coax her out to sit with him and the others by singing songs from their country at the fireplace. It never worked, but what he didn't know was that she would sit pressed against the door, singing along softly herself while wrapped in a blanket. 

Shivers just racking his skinny frame, where he was out on guard duty, until Hosea came out with a hot coffee and one of Arthurs coats. The blonde would never admit it, but he saw the poor man shivering like hell with no meat on his bones and felt bad. 

Making a detour after guard duty despite how cold he was to check on Ennis with a sugar cube he found in Arthurs pocket. The horses were radiating heat and he was glad nobody was in the stable to see him hugging his horse the way he did. 

Making multiple crude jokes about how Charles really hurt his hand, listening to Javier rant for 10 minutes straight about the snow with nothing but glee, telling Lenny that its too cold for reading lessons, begging Pearson to hand over a bottle of whiskey to warm his chest, screaming rather girlishly when Karen shoved her freezing hands down his collar. 

I have many thoughts about Colter Sean

[bcrncoldx]

event 12 starter call!

please reply with who you’d like them for! I’ll be capping these at 5 for each muse

Washington DC

Eloise Bridgerton (4/5) - Ennis Del Mar, Eleven, Berlioz, Jeanette Turner

Abigail Hobbs (3/5) - Kate Wallis, Beverly Katz, Will Graham

Mina Murray (4/5) - Mai, PJ Halliwell, Erica Reyes, Sophie Sheridan

Drusilla Keeble (5/5) - Cullen Rutherford, Louis de Pointe du Lac, Charlie Swan, Victoria Sutherland, James

Severus Snape (5/5) - Hunter, Lord Voldemort, Eileen Snape, John Mitchell, Bella Swan

The Island

Dale Cooper (2/5) - Satine Kryze, Marina McKinnon

Carlisle Cullen (3/5) - Renesmee Cullen, Edward Cullen, Emmett Cullen

Kili (3/5) - Jen Lindley, Grogu, Gorgug

Sherlock Holmes (3/5) - Velma Dinkley, Kurt Hummel, John Watson*

* denotes text thread

[emily-strange]

Growing Pains...

So this is a bit intense but I hope you all think it’s okay! Really hard to write a lot of people talking at once haha

Also, it may seem like I don’t like Arthur, please be assured that I do haha

Summary: Emmy has been with the gang since she was a little girl. Her mother moved on, leaving her to be raised by Dutch, Hosea and Susan. Arthur and John are her brothers (argue and she will fight you). Becoming a woman is hard when everyone still sees you as a child. Since the Blackwater mess she’s trying to find her feet while dealing with her new feelings for the gangs resident douchebag.

Pairing: Slow burn Micah x female OC.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of vomit, mention of past abuse (not explicit at all)

Chapter 9

I only come around when we’re riding back to camp. I’m sat in front of Sean as he cradles me against his chest. My heads pounding. My eyes are sore. When did I pass out?

“Sean” I croak. The suns gone down completely and darkness surrounds us.

“Hey lovely” Sean whispers “not long now”.

Sean gives me a comforting squeeze and I reach out to hold his hand, the one clutching the reins. We’re riding pretty fast and I realise that we’re on Ennis.

“Jett?” I ask and Sean doesn’t hesitate in his reply.

“Don’t worry love she’s right behind us. That girl ain’t leaving ya” he says and it instantly makes me smile. Then all I can see is that birthmark. Those rotten teeth. I start to panic.

“Sean stop. Stop. I need to stop” I say as loud as I can. Sean instantly pulls on the reins telling Ennis to slow. As we do, I see Jett’s white coat whip past me to a halt. “Okay, okay. You’re okay” Sean mutters as I sit up straighter. I manoeuvre myself so that I’m side saddle and able to see Sean clearer.

“He lied” I mutter while looking at him, “Dutch lied”.

Sean nods “Looks that way” he says lowly.

I steady myself and jump off of Ennis with Sean following quickly behind. He holds me by the waist until I’m able to lower myself to sit on the ground.

“Dutch said he was dead” I say out into the night “He promised me he was dead”.

Sean sits next to me and rubs his face. We talk about everything me and Sean so he knows about my father. How cruel he was….how sick.

“Why the fook would Dutch lie about that?” Sean says quietly next to me and all I can do it look out into the darkness and shrug. We continue to sit in silence for a while as my mind races. Sean doesn’t touch me until I lean against him for support. He puts his arm around me to steady me and rubs my back as I relive that day in my mind.

I’m 6 and I’m sat at our camp table with Hosea, practicing my reading. I’m doing really well. Bessie tells him to wrap it up because it’s time for lunch and he makes a funny face at me like her cooking was going to be the death of him. Hosea always made me laugh, even when I felt I had no more joy in me. Such a sad thought for a child. Bessie had plaited my hair into two braids just how I liked it and told John that if he didn’t wash his hair soon, she’d give him some as well.

It was Bessie who I told first. The day before. About the nights my pa would come back to camp drunk, as my mother stayed out doing God knows what with God knows who. She would always tell me how I ruined her life. How she could’ve been so much more had she not got pregnant. I thought that’s how parents were. Until we started running with this gang.

Bessie told me not to worry. That she’d make sure I was safe.

That evening I remember Bessie and Susan packing my mother’s things while she was still out of camp. I remember the fire in Susan’s eyes as she stuffed clothes into a tiny bag. Hosea took them on his horse to whatever town she was at. I never saw her again.

Not that much of a loss really but I did shed a tear. A loss is a loss.

I was playing after lunch with John the next day. Hosea had made me some peg dolls and I was playing ‘bank robbery’ with John. It’d taken a while for him to warm to me but we got there. Dutch and Arthur came riding into camp and Hosea greeted them as they dismounted. They shared some words with Bessie and Susan before everyone came to sit with me. Arthur dragged John away as he complained about being kept out of the loop ‘as always’. They went for a walk with Arthur giving me a small smile.

Bessie sat stroking my back like Sean was doing now. Dutch took my hand and remember he looked so softly at me. He spoke so kindly.

“Emmy. Your pa….he wasn’t a good man. You know that. And we, we aren’t lawful but we aren’t him. And we don’t run with people like him. I don’t lie to my family so I won’t lie to you. You’ve had to grow beyond your years so I know you’re strong enough to know this. Your father is dead. I killed him.”

“He’s such a fucking liar” I finally say, scoffing, “We shoot fellas as need shooting eh?”.

“Whatta you gonna do?” Sean asks tentatively and I think back to that day again.

“If you want us to, we can take you somewhere. To an orphanage or find a nice family ourselves maybe. Or, you can stay with us. Be part of our family. Me, Bessie, Hosea and Susan. Uncle sometimes! We’ll look after you.” Dutch finishes. I look at the adults around me who have never been anything but kind. Bessie and Hosea were already better parents than I’d ever had and here I’d have brothers. Brothers.

“Arthur” I hiss while choking on a sob, “He was with Dutch. He knew”.

I hear Sean swear but all I can do is cry. I cry until I feel like I have nothing left.

Then, I get up.

When we get into camp, Dutch and Hosea are already back. I throw myself off of Jett and Sean, who’s been struggling to keep up with me the whole time, chases after me.

“Emmy just take a breath” he shouts but I ignore him, moving into the middle of camp. Most people have settled into their tents for the night and some aren’t even here. Off on jobs or out drinking.

John sits around the fire with Hosea, Arthur and Uncle. Micah is at the camp table alone and I completely ignore him as I go past. Sean tries to grab my hand but I wrench it away and approach the men I’ve known most my whole life.

As I speak, my voice doesn’t even sound like mine. It’s raw from screaming, from crying and instead of the quiet hiss I intended, a feral type of growl leaves my throat.

“DID YOU KNOW?” I snarl.

Arthur keeps his head hung low and Uncle splutters on his drink. Clearly they hadn’t caught him up. John gets up and moves slowly towards me with his hands up, like he’s approaching a spooked horse.

“Em, wha…” he starts but I can’t bare this uncertainty anymore.

“Did you know John?” I whine and basically collapse into his open arms once he reaches me, “Please tell me you didn’t know.”

I can’t see his face as mine’s buried in his chest, but Hosea answers my question for him.

“No dear. He didn’t know. And neither did I. Not before today at least.” he says while standing slowly and moving towards me. I trust Hosea more than anyone. Possibly more than Sean if that’s possible. So I nod and throw my arms around him as he shushes me.

As I pull back, I see Abigail approach from her spot with Jack, leaving him to sleep. She touches John’s arm and John throws up his hands in confusion. “What the hell is goin’ on?” he asks none too quietly.

Before I have the chance to say anything, I hear someone clear their throat behind Hosea.

Oh right, Arthur.

“Why don’t you ask Arthur” I growl, looking at him still sat at the fire with his head hung low. He won’t even look at me, “Go on. Tell them.”

When Arthur doesn’t move, the burning in my soul intensifies. I find myself storming over to him and smacking him the hardest I possibly can across his head, sending his hat flying.

“TELL THEM” I scream. How could he do this to me. Coward can’t even look at me.

Again, Hosea answers for those who clearly can’t, “Emmy’s pa is alive…..and Dutch, well, only Dutch and Arthur knew. Until we bumped into him in Valentine earlier today”. Through the whole explanation I watch Arthur. There’s no change in his expression. He simply sits there with his head hung low.

I can’t help myself, the rage inside me has never been so great. I raise my hand to strike him again but my wrist is caught by Dutch who must have snuck out of his tent during Hosea’s account of events.

“He was acting on my orders Emmy” he says quietly and I hiss back “Of course he was. Such a good little errand boy.” I snatch my hand away and see Micah is now with the group. Uncle is sat with his head in his hands shaking it from side to side in what I can only assume is disbelief. I then spot Abigail tug Johns sleeve and give him a questioning look. Of course, she never met my pa.

“I’ll explain later” John whispers back but I make them jump with my roar of dissatisfaction.

“Oh no John! Why don’t we tell her now? Why don’t we tell EVERYBODY” I scream as I notice the girls, Lenny and Susan edge into view from their sleeping places.

Dutch tries to calm me with a hand on my back but the thought of him touching me makes me want to vomit all over again. Sean reaches out a hand to steady me and I take it.

“Go on Dutch. Tell them. Tell them how you SWORE my father was dead. How you killed him to protect me. How you were going to keep me safe!! AND HOW YOU LIED.” I shout and Susan grabs her chest and gasps “Good God” as the girls rally to her side.

“You know Dutch” I start to cry “You know what he did to me. You know what he used to….why?” I finish with a squeak.

There is a moment of silence and all Dutch can do is shake his head. Sean puts his arm around me as Karen takes my hand now not in his.

“Money” comes the quiet answer from Arthur who stands and moves into the centre of the chaos, “Money”. He still won’t look me in the eyes. Good.

I feel my legs begin to buckle and John rushes to take Karen’s place at my side, keeping me standing with help from Sean. Fresh tears stream down my face and I take a deep breath. “He paid you off?” I ask quietly. Dutch just nods.

“Oh my God.” I sniff. I can’t believe this is happening. A few hours ago, I was so happy. I felt like things were getting back on track. “How could you?” Susan hisses towards Dutch and Arthur finally braves a look up at me. I can see how ashamed he is but I can’t find the ability to care.

“I think” Hosea says, “I think we need to sleep. And, in the morning, we will fix this.” He says to me. Almost as if no one else is around. “We WILL fix this” he repeats.

I shake my head and it looks like his heart breaks just a little more.

“The only way to fix this is to slaughter Wayne Gibbs where he stands” I seethe looking Dutch straight in the eyes.

The camp is silent for what feels like hours, but can only really be seconds. Then a voice from behind me startles us all.

“Ho, hold on. Your pa is Wayne Gibbs?” Micah asks and switches his gaze from me to Dutch in disbelief.

“Why?” is all I can find the strength to say, “Know him do ya?” I scoff. I think I’ve reached the point of delirious sadness. The whole situation is becoming more morbidly comical by the second. Hosea goes to stop Micah from continuing but I hold up my hand to him and move out of John and Sean’s arms to face him. “I want to know Micah. Please don’t lie to me as well” I whisper.

Micah looks conflicted for a moment and I can see him glance at Dutch.

“I will find out Micah.” I say sternly and he looks at the ground nodding. “I didn’t know he was ya pa by the way. Didn’t know that.” he begins and I nod, “Wayne…I ran with his group for a little while….”.

Micah pauses but I just know there’s more to it. So I simply ask, “And?”.

He clears his throat and rubs his eyes, hiding under the brim of his big hat.

When Dutch answers for him, I keep looking at Micah.

“Wayne Gibbs was Micah’s informant about the Blackwater job”

And with that, the camp erupts into a loud explosion of disbelief. I even hear Arthur shout something like “What the hell Dutch”. I guess Dutch doesn’t tell him everything after all.

I shake my head at Micah and lean in close, “I guess your brother was right to keep those kids from you” I hiss. I know it’ll hurt. I want it to hurt. I want everyone to hurt as much as I do right now. I see the flash of pain in his eyes for only a moment before he leans in just as close, gestures to me and whispers back, “Good job we didn’t fuck. I ain’t wanna be anywhere near this mess”.

For a moment I consider hitting him but I know that’s what he wants. He wants a rise out of me, just like I did from him. I wanted to give some pain and so did he in return. After a second I snort and turn away. It’s then I hear him muttering swear words and storm off into the woods.

Everyone’s yelling is interrupted by a very quiet little voice.

“Mama?” Jack asks while walking into our mess, rubbing his little eyes, “Mama what’s wrong?”.

Abigail glances at me and despite how wretched I feel, my eyes well and I give her the most apologetic look I can. She smiles and mouths “you’ll be okay” at me before gathering up Jack and hushing him on the way back to their tent.

“Now” Hosea begins quietly, “we have a lot to deal with tomorrow. But nothin’s changing tonight. So please, everyone, lets go to bed and sleep….if we can.”

Almost everyone nods and disperses from the group with tired glances at me and Dutch. John touches my shoulder and says quietly, “Wanna have a sleep over?” while giving me a small, sad smile. I nod and smile back. As we make our way over to his tent, I lock eyes with Arthur who looks fit to burst into tears. All I can do is look away and try not to cry anymore. I don’t see where he and Dutch go, or if they even go anywhere at all. Right now I couldn’t care less.

John grabs my cot from my tent and sets it up next to his. As I settle onto the inside one, I see Sean and Karen set up bedrolls just outside. “Just in case you need us” Sean whispers before settling down. I sniff back the returning tears and John lies next to me.

“What a fuckin’ mess” he whispers and I can’t help but laugh. “Well, at least you aren’t the biggest fuck up anymore” I whisper back and the two of us laugh quietly as I let the tears fall.

“Abby was right though Em. You will be okay” he says before letting me cuddle into his side like I did as a child. Both with him and Arthur. Arthur. I shake my head. As I gaze out of the tent, hearing everyone close to me begin to gently snore, I see the outline of someone make their way over to my tent.

I squint really hard and can just make out the outline of Micah’s big hat and that he’s swaying, clearly drunk or on the way to it. He looks into my tent and upon seeing it empty hangs his head and knocks his hat off. I suddenly feel an awful pang of guilt for what I said to him and a horrible sick feeling about what he said back.

I cuddle back into John, because I definitely can’t deal with those feelings tonight.

As I start to drift off into an emotionally exhausted slumber, I hear Sean mutter something about his da in his sleep and an “oof!” where Karen has elbowed him to shut up. And despite my overwhelming heartache from tonight’s events, I can’t help but feel like Abby is right as well.

As long as I have these people, my people, I will be okay.

The rest I’ll deal with tomorrow.

[frcgmcnted]

hi! i’m ennie and i currently have way more free time than i know what to do with. so i would love some new plots over discord. angsty, fluffy, smutty, i love all of it. prefer m/f or f/f but will do m/m depending on the plot. below the cut are some details of what i’m looking for. like this or message me and i’ll send you my discord so we can begin plotting!

faces i enjoy playing: danielle campbell, alycia debnam carey, henry cavill, ben barnes, sydney sweeney, abigail cowen, jason momoa, michael b. jordan, sofia carson, adria arjona, finn cole, brandon thwaites, chris wood, brett dalton,  matthew daddario, danna paola, tom holland, grant gustin,  kristine froseth, anne winters, courtney eaton, kaylee bryant, olivia holt.

faces i enjoy playing against: jeffrey dean morgan, skeet ulrich, jon bernthal, sydney sweeney, dj cotrona, ben barnes, jason momoa,  candice patton, paulina singer, adria arjona,  nathan parsons, casey deidrick, lindsey morgan, madelaine petsch, ana de armas, laura harrier, esther exposito,  barbie ferreira, natasha liu bordizzo, katherine langford, frank grillo,  manny montana, ben robson, clayton cardenas. 

plot types i enjoy: age gaps please. boss/employee, forbidden love, apocalypse, supernatural (the show and just good ol’ monsters and shit), superheros/vilians (never really done this but wanna try, bonus if it’s x-men inspired), crime (mobs/cartels, good ol’ heist stuff), motorcycle clubs (sons of anarchy and mayans mc are literally my favorite shows), fantasy, historical, literally open to most things, especially if we can throw in a good amount of angst.

[wikitopx]

Here are the top 500 German Names!

[toc]

1. Top 500 German Names

Girls Boys

Emma

Emilia

Hannah / Hanna

Mia

Sofia / Sophia

Lina

Mila

Marie

Ella

Lea

Anna

Clara / Klara

Leni

Lena

Frieda / Frida

Luisa / Louisa

Leonie

Emily / Emilie

Mathilda / Matilda

Charlotte

Ida

Johanna

Amelie

Lia / Liah / Lya

Sophie / Sofie

Lilly / Lilli

Lara

Maja / Maya

Nele / Neele

Greta

Laura

Lotta

Sarah / Sara

Juna / Yuna

Nora

Melina

Paula

Elisa

Pia

Marlene

Victoria / Viktoria

Alina

Julia

Elena

Lisa

Mara / Marah

Mira

Helena

Pauline

Tilda

Luna

Isabella

Maria

Antonia

Finja / Finnja

Anni

Eva

Thea

Elina

Romy

Luise / Louise

Isabell / Isabel / Isabelle

Zoe / Zoé

Fiona

Merle

Josephine / Josefine

Hailey

Elli / Elly

Carla / Karla

Paulina

Martha / Marta

Malia

Lucy / Lucie

Mina

Rosalie

Jana

Emely / Emelie

Milena

Valentina

Carlotta / Karlotta

Maila / Mayla

Theresa / Teresa

Katharina

Magdalena

Annika

Nina

Amalia

Elisabeth

Olivia

Jule

Luana

Liya

Lotte

Emmi / Emmy

Amy

Linda

Ronja

Amelia

Melissa

Leila / Leyla

Stella

Jasmin / Yasmin

Annabell / Annabelle

Alma

Miriam

Chiara / Kiara

Aaliyah / Aliya

Freya

Malina

Liana

Anastasia

Lene

Franziska

Liv

Milla

Ylvi / Ylvie

Alicia

Ava

Rosa

Zoey

Marleen / Marlen

Alessia

Elif

Amira

Aurelia

Lucia

Ela

Kira / Kyra

Aria / Arya

Diana

Selina

Elise

Evelyn / Evelin / Eveline

Ariana

Jette

Marla

Alea

Enna

Lynn / Linn

Helene

Livia

Mariella

Alexandra

Carolina / Karolina

Edda

Tessa

Linnea

Sina / Sinah

Vanessa

Aurora

Vivien / Vivienne

Milana

Cataleya

Talia / Thalia

Eliana

Leana

Malea

Mona

Aylin / Eileen / Aileen / Ayleen

Laila / Layla

Liliana

Alice

Jara / Yara

Jonna

Mathea / Matea

Lorena

Alisa

Carolin / Caroline / Karoline

Nela

Kaja / Kaya / Caja

Julie

Melia

Samira

Alissa / Alyssa

Daria

Giulia

Smilla

Amina

Elsa

Heidi

Lana

Valerie

Ayla

Medina

Zeynep

Henriette

Amilia

Leticia / Letizia

Malou

Annelie

Hilda

Noemi

Selma

Aleyna

Elin

Liara

Lenja / Lenya

Bella

Hedi / Hedy

Levke

Nika

Celine

Svea

Veronika

Celina

Ruby

Fenja

Hermine

Ina

Larissa

Tabea

Felicitas

Jolina / Joelina

Marina

Valeria

Azra

Michelle

Rebecca

Nisa

Annalena

Alva

Elea

Melody

Palina

Flora

Maira / Meyra

Mariam / Maryam

Natalie / Nathalie

Nala / Nahla

Alena

Cleo

Eleni

Malin

Alya

Felina

Florentine

Helen

Lou

Naila / Nayla

Nelly / Nelli

Christina

Käthe

Leona

Alia

Marlena

Tamara

Tara

Angelina

Carina / Karina

Dalia

Hedda

Leia / Leya

Meryem

Anne

Holly

Madita

Fabienne

Jella

Mailin / Maylin

Mathilde

Enya

Kate

Lilia

Sena

Joleen

Clea

Liesbeth / Lisbeth

Fine / Fiene

Lenia

Sonja

Xenia

Eleonora

Melisa

Enni / Enny

Hira

Adriana

Dana

Defne

Lola

Miray

Tamina

Nicole

Asya

Esther

Josie / Josy

Naomi

Cecilia

Claire

Dilara

Selin

Enie

Fritzi

Leonora

Melek

Miley

Wilma

Esila

Esma

Feline

Rieke

Ada

Amara

Cara

Estelle

Gerda

Lilian / Lillian

Viola

Adelina

Janne

Philine

Tiana

Ivy

Juliana

Kimberly / Kimberley

Lieselotte

Malena

Delia

Enisa

Joana / Joanna

Kim

Ellen

Evelina

Felicia

Liyana

Lilith

Liz

Amanda

Anouk

Eleanor

Samantha

Talea

Arina

Dua

Emilija

Eslem

Irma

Maike / Meike

Nike

Rita

Adele

Alisha

Iva

Josefin / Josephin

Margarete

Romina

Ylva

Elaine

Helin

Joline / Joeline

Josephina / Josefina

Madeleine

Nila

Ophelia

Philippa

Abigail

Anja

Melinda

Scarlett

Toni / Tony

Erna

Gloria

Grace

Jade

Jolie

Madlen / Madleen

Marit

Melanie

Tuana

Annemarie

Debora / Deborah

Jenna

Kiana

Liva

Minna

Shirin

Zofia

Chloe

Fatima

Felia

Friederike

Isa

Jasmina

Jolien

Leandra

Nia

Salome

Giuliana

Inga

Josefa / Josepha

Judith

Megan

Mika

Nea

Neyla

Runa

Ruth

Sunny

Tala

Abby

Alba

Amaya

Anisa

Bianca / Bianka

Eliza

Gabriela

Janna

Jessika / Jessica

Maileen / Mayleen

Natalia

Soraya

Verena

Asel

Cassandra / Kassandra

Eda

Elenor

Julina

Kayla

Lilou

Lydia

Maggy

Meva

Naemi

Penelope

Rahel

Violetta

Alara

Caitlin / Caitlyn

Elis

Ilayda

Judy

Juliane

Sila

Vera

Anita

Charlotta

Evi

Henrieke / Henrike

Jamila

Janina

Ria

Sarina

Stina

Zara

Zuzanna

Zümra

Beyza

Cosima

Ema

Florentina

Ines

Jona / Jonah

Kalea

Katerina

Klea

Masal

Milina

Nilay

Skadi

Tarja

Tina

Charlie / Charly

Franka

Hanne

Hilde

Joy

Joyce

Luzi / Luzie

Marisa

Mary

Meta

Minel

Sandra

Sienna

Vaiana

Adea

Cora

Davina

Dorothea

Erika

Femke

Freda

Hafsa

Jamie

Katja

Nova

Patricia

Philomena

Saphira

Saskia

Tiara

Yaren

Alica

Ashley

Betty

Celia

Clarissa

Dina

Elara

Elodie

Emina

Ben

Paul

Finn / Fynn

Leon

Jonas

Noah

Elias

Felix

Luis / Louis

Henry / Henri

Lukas / Lucas

Luca / Luka

Matteo

Emil

Maximilian

Theo

Oskar / Oscar

Liam

Anton

Jakob / Jacob

Max

Leo

Milan

Moritz

Julian

Alexander

David

Carl / Karl

Jona / Jonah

Samuel

Philipp

Niklas / Niclas

Tom

Mats / Mads

Erik / Eric

Linus

Jonathan

Tim

Rafael / Raphael

Leonard

Mika

Aaron

Vincent

Hannes

Levi

Johann

Lio

Jannis / Janis / Yannis

Fabian

Jan

Lennard / Lennart

Till

Benjamin

Valentin

Artur / Arthur

Simon

Johannes

Maxim / Maksim

Constantin / Konstantin

Marlon

Jannik / Yannik / Yannick / Yannic

Adrian

Joshua

Kilian

Nico / Niko

Mattis / Mathis / Matthis

Theodor

Julius

Toni / Tony

Lian

Luke / Luc

Milo / Milow

Mohammed / Muhammad

Fiete

Fritz

Nick

Bruno

Ole

Lenny

Adam

Gabriel

Matti

Phil

Daniel

Pepe

Malte

Florian

Benedikt

Lias

Nils / Niels

Dominic / Dominik

Michael

Ludwig

Lasse

Damian

Sebastian

Levin

Emilio

Carlo

Timo

Franz

Leopold

Jannes

John

Justus

Thilo / Tilo

Luan

Noel

Tobias

Joris

Oliver

Sam

Emilian

Malik

Lennox

Robin

Bennet

Frederik / Frederic

Piet

Elia / Eliah

Jayden / Jaden

Arian

Nicolas / Nikolas

Jonte

Alessio

Eddie / Eddy

Lion

Bela

Richard

Matthias

Miran

Emir

Lars

Friedrich

Enno

Ilias / Ilyas

Joel

Ferdinand

Marc / Mark

Henrik

Silas

Willi / Willy

Ali

Charlie / Charly

Christian

Bastian

Colin / Collin

Kian

Thore

Mailo

Benno

Jaron / Yaron

Jason

Hugo

Lenn

Neo

Tyler / Tayler

Jamie

Leonardo

Josef / Joseph

Michel

Gustav

Lorenz

Yasin

Jasper

Konrad

Elian

Dean

Lionell

Arne

Finnley / Finley / Finlay

Amir

Manuel

Thomas

Leano

Nikita

Nathan

Alex

Tristan

Aiden / Ayden

Marvin / Marwin

Hendrik

Maik / Meik / Mike

Aras

Curt / Kurt

Martin

Yusuf

Andreas

Hamza

Janosch

Xaver

Elija / Elijah

Lino

Connor / Conner

Leonhard

Eymen

Georg

Leandro

Victor / Viktor

Bjarne

Hanno

Marco / Marko

Marlo

Fabio

Jack

Clemens / Klemens

Diego

Magnus

Mick

Korbinian

Can

Ian

Leander

Antonio

Ömer

Titus

Roman

William

Jano

Mert

Tiago / Thiago

Claas / Klaas

Samu

Marius

Nino

Laurens / Laurenz

Sami

Wilhelm

Darian

Henning

Kalle

Keno

Edgar

Deniz

Erwin

Janne

Marten

Omar

Stefan / Stephan

Timur

Ibrahim

Patrick

Caspar

Otto

Ahmet

Albert

Ayaz

Lean

Christopher

James

Rayan

Alessandro

Dennis

Ilay

Kai / Kay

Peter

Alwin

Carlos

Marcel

Brian / Bryan

Dario

Kaan

Nevio

Robert

Ryan

Yunus

Jakub

Logan

Markus / Marcus

Bilal

Gregor

Darius

Hassan / Hasan

Leonas

Mattes

Mirac

Yigit

Danny / Denny

Eduard

Hans

Julien

Nelio

Kerem

Maurice

Rudi

Tammo

Timon

Ilja

Joscha

Junis

Laurin

Nael

Lutz

Mio

Taylor

Armin

Enes

Karim

Mustafa

Alfred

Christoph

Kevin

Mario

Tino

Valentino

Lijan

Romeo

Umut

Amin

Flynn

Ivan

Jonne

Leonidas

Louie

Mikail

Younes

Björn

Danilo

Emanuel

Giuliano

Jarno

Kjell

Mehmet

Milian

Veit

Youssef

Chris

Egon

Nikolai

Dylan

Ensar

Fred

Jon

Musa

Quentin

Ruben

Thies

Thorin

Tommi

Andre

Emin

Josua

Leif

Loris

Lucien

Miguel

Nathanael

Adriano

Alan

Berat

Devin

Jaro

Juri

Adem

Ahmad

Eren

Kiyan

Mahir

Pius

Anthony

August

Davin

Jesse

Miko

Raik

Rune

Semih

Torben / Thorben

Amar

Angelo

Antoni / Antony

Emre

Matei

Quirin

Ricardo / Riccardo

Tjark

Arvid

Aurelio

Bosse

Efe

Francesco

Hector / Hektor

Jeremy

Jesper

Kirill

Ragnar

Tamme

Vito

Damon

Heinrich

Kuzey

Mattia

Miro

Sandro

Edwin

Elio

Etienne

Jari

Jerome

Levian

Lorenzo

Pablo

Selim

Tamino

Ares

Joost / Jost

Kenan

Levent

Santiago

Tian

Tillmann

Abdullah

Andrej

Arik

Azad

Jamal

Kuno

Leno

Merlin

Alexandros

Amon

Ansgar

Arno

Benny

Berkay

Emmanuel

Isa

Iven / Yven

Junes

Mason

Taavi

Taha

Thees

Alparslan

Andrei

Aris

Casper / Kasper

Cedric / Cedrik

Dion

Elijas / Eliyas

Ilian

Issa

Jordan

Lorik

Luciano

Melvin

Pascal

Rocco

Vitus

Atilla / Attila

Dorian

Enrico

Harun

Johnny

Karam

Kasimir

Koray

Marek

Mikael

Miron

Nero

Nilas

Noar

Sascha

Vinzenz

Zayn

Dejan

Eliano

Fridolin

Jake

Lewis

Abel

Arda

Bent

Burak

Dante

Ethan

Georgios

Halil

Igor

Ioannis

Joey

Justin

Kimi

Lazar

Maddox

Marian

Milas

Paco

Angelos

Ari

Damien

Evan

Finjas

Hardy

Hussein

Jarik

Jascha

Kadir

Khaled

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[somethinwickedthiswayrides]

I think I may have gotten some of the genders wrong, buuut, it was still fun. :D

Another long one, I also had a bit too much fun writing a couple of them.

The Count (Dutch's Horse)

Finicky little shit.

Along with being spoiled rotten thanks to Dutch.

Hates people with a flying passion.

Has bitten literally everyone in camp, except Dutch, at least twice.

Seriously, don't take a nap by the horses, Count will bite you.

Only allows Dutch to put his tack on, anyone else may get kicked or will get bit.

May let you pet him if you bribe him with enough sugar cubes.

Has not trusted Arthur since he tried to ride him.

HATES Molly.

Silver Dollar (Hosea's Horse)

One of the sweetest horses in camp.

Will gently lay his head on your shoulder if he wants pets.

Highly attuned to sickness, and if usually the very first one to know something is wrong.

Gets very worried with Hosea's coughing.

Loves to be read to.

Helps to keep some of the more energetic horses in line.

Old Boy (John's Horse)

One of the oldest horses in camp.

Like to act tough, but is a big softy.

Loves apples, a bit too much, could eat his body weight in them and still want more.

Likes John and Arthur, but loves Abigail and Jack.

Doesn't like anyone else though.

Loves having his head scratched.

Neil II (Uncle's Horse)

About 110% done.

Loves Uncle, but gets so frustrated with him.

Doesn't like the smell of alcohol.

Loves lazy rides and neck scratchies.

Very relaxed and easy going.

Brown Jack (Bill's Horse)

Gentle Giant.

If he doesn't like you he'll simply walk away from you.

If he does though, he likes to chew on your hair.

Very calm and gentle with people, and doesn't bite.

Likes to rest his giant head on your shoulder though.

Was the only horse that enjoyed his time in Colter.

Loves music, and will try to get into camp when someones playing.

Doesn't like when Bill is mad, and will try to calm him down.

Doesn't like Javier at all.

Boaz (Javier's Horse)

Doesn't understand much in the way of English.

Loves fruit, especially peaches.

Give him some from your can and he'll be your friend.

Very gentle with people, but will nip and bite other horses.

Loves guitar music, and especially when Javier sings.

Doesn't like Grimshaw very well.

Maggie (Lenny's Horse)

Tiny little thing.

People aren't quite sure if she's stunted or hasn't finished growing yet.

The youngest horse in camp.

She's a bit of a goofball, and plays around rather often.

She'll sneak into camp when everyone's asleep to steal things and hide them.

Can't find your boots in the morning? Maggie probably took them and hid them in the nearby bushes.

Has actually nipped John's butt once and when he whipped around to glare she turned her head skyward.

'Oh look, what a pretty cloud.' 'I didn't just nip you.' 'No, that was the other horse.'

Taima (Charles' Horse)

THE sweetest and most gentle horse in camp.

Steps in to calm the other horses if Silver Dollar isn't there or can't get them relaxed.

Generally likes everyone in camp. Even Micah.

Adores Charles, Kieran, and Arthur.

Always seems to know if someones sad, and will try to make them not sad.

Will bite and kick in a fight, has her own body count of assholes trying to shoot at her.

Will let anyone mount her, but wont actually go anywhere unless Charles says its ok.

Branwen (Kieran's Horse)

A touch skittish around people, but compared to Kieran, she's braver than a war horse.

Extremely loyal to Kieran and adores him.

I like to think that one morning, when Kieran was still tied to the tree, the camp awoke to the sound of relieved laughter and baby talk. Everyone just looks over at Kieran and sees a new horse nuzzling his chest.

Just a little older than Maggie, making her one of the youngest horses in camp.

Everyone spoils her and compliments her beautiful coat.

Likes to play around, though not as much as Ennis and Maggie.

Another massive fruit lover.

Surprisingly her preference is Pineapple.

Ennis (Sean's Horse)

Hyperactive and LOVES to run.

Loves to play, and will steal your hat to try and get you to play too.

Thoroughly enjoys rolling around in the dirt/mud and splashing about in water.

Also loves rolling in grass and flowerbeds.

Keeping him clean in a nightmare.

Rather unaware of his size, and tends to knock people over.

Then looks down at you like; 'why are you on the ground, silly human?'

Bob (Sadie's Horse)

Cranky AF.

Loves to charge right into fights.

Enjoys running over his opponents.

Loves Sadie more than anything in the world.

Doesn't really bite people, prefers to just walk away.

Unless you are Micah or Kieran, he doesn't like them.

I like to think that he and Brown Jack like to talk shit about everyone in camp.

Old Belle (Karen's Horse)

Oldest horse in camp.

Prefers sleeping and quiet grazing.

Also enjoys the casual stroll.

Only really likes Kieran and the women.

If she is mildly inconvenienced in any way, and wants a human to fix it, she will nicker, whinny, and carry on until someone comes over.

If no one comes over fast enough, she'll go over to the nearest human, grab their sleeve/back of their shirt/skirt and drag them over to the problem.

Has bitten the shit out of Micah, Ennis, Sean, Uncle, Javier, and Trelawny.

Especially Sean and Ennis.

Baylock (Micah's Horse)

You'd expect an asshat like Micah to have an equally asshole horse.

But no, he has this clown.

He's very calm around other people, and will only bite or kick if given a reason.

If you spend time with him and get him to like you, he becomes the most cuddly little shit in camp.

Like if Micah's riding out and Baylock sees you, he'll make a detour for goodbye scratchies.

Micah acts like this irritates him, but he actually finds it adorable.

The only time you'll find a genuine smile on Micah's face is when he's tending to Baylock, and when he thinks no one's looking.

Baylock likes to steal Micah's hat to try and get the man to play with him.

Buell (Arthur's Horse?)

I like to think that it wasn't until Arthur was gifted Buell, that he finally found a decent replacement for Boadicea.

Buell is a bit of a trouble maker, likes to randomly buck his rider just to he can stand over you like you being on the ground is an offence to his ancestors.

You always get this feeling that Buell is silently judging you. Like he's part cat.

Sneeze and he looks like you just insulted his mother.

Joins Maggie in stealing peoples stuff, though he doesn't hide it.

Doesn't spook very easy, but doesn't particularly like people.

Will kick you. Wont bite though.

Stubborn as hell, if he doesn't wanna move, he ain't gonna move.

Loves people food and will try and steal it.

Strangely enough actually likes cooked meat. Especially rabbit.

This disturbs EVERYONE.

Gwydion (Trelawny's Horse)

A rather dramatic horse.

Will act hurt in a shootout to keep from getting actually shot.

Used to be a show horse, and still remembers her routine.

Enjoys Trelawny's magic tricks, and likes to be apart of them.

Only really likes Trelawny.