#im close to finishing the horse thief

[thefandomlesbian]

Here's hoping six weeks off of work will give me time to finish my WIPs!!

[shiiko529]

this isnt gonna be 100% historically accurate. thats far too much work for a story that im writing for fun

beginning (day 0)

day 2

Day 3:

    The Thief King had been completely serious about the boy earning his keep even though there wasn’t all that much to do. The most important thing, which was also the most time consuming, was getting and boiling water from the well, and there was a cart that could be hooked to the horse to make it easier. Unfortunately this left him with time he didn't know how to fill.

    He was actually somewhat glad when around midday the thief decided they needed to go back to the other village, only this time he wasn’t allowed to remain sitting on the horse.

    "Aren’t you a rare creature?"

    The thief turned, hearing the voice. He was not at all pleased to see a fat, obviously wealthy man with his hand on the boy's chin, turning the pale face from side to side, examining him. The boy was slender with long, thin limbs and delicate features, unblemished skin as pale as the moon, and soft hair that was like a cloud, even his red eyes, which were currently closed to block the harsh light of the afternoon sun, combined to create beauty that rivaled that of the legendary Queen Nefertiti, and it had not been lost on the King of Thieves. Stepping in between them, he declared, "He belongs to me."

    "In that case, how much for a night with him?"

    "More than you want to pay."

    "Tell me your price," the man insisted, arrogantly confident in his wealth.

    "Your right arm and both eyes. And I take payment in advance."

    The rich man backed up, raising his hands defensively, not liking the idea and obviously perturbed by the knife being brandished dangerously close to his face. The thief glared at the stranger’s retreating form before resuming his business with the cloth merchant.

    After a bit more discussion, he grabbed the boy's wrist, pulling him to stand in front of the merchant, who held a long, thin strip of fabric with lots of small marks on it against him and then scribbled something down. When the merchant had finished taking his measurements, he turned back to the thief, who gave him a small amount of gold as advance payment.

    The thief then led him to the stall of another merchant where the boy was made to sit on a rather tall stool while his feet and sandals were examined. There was more discussion the boy simply didn't pay attention to, instead wishing he was back at home with his parents. He didn’t react when the merchant took a small, sharp knife and carefully drained the blisters on his feet before placing a shoe on one.

    "Is that too tight?" the man asked. Receiving no response, he turned to the thief, "is he deaf?"

    "No, he just doesn't listen."

    "I'd say that doesn’t make him a very good slave, but he’s clearly not that kind of slave," the merchant commented, having noted the boy's unusual appearance.

    The thief snorted and smacked the boy upside his head, "pay attention!"

    He jumped, more surprised than hurt by the blow. The merchant again queried about how the shoes fit, the boy now obediently answering. After completing the transaction with the shoe merchant, the thief lifted the boy off of the stool, placing him not on the ground, but directly onto the horse's back.

    He was exhausted and tired of being touched, unused to much physical contact. The fat, wealthy man, the clothes merchant, the shoe merchant had all had their hands on him, treating him as if he was some object instead of a person, and now the thief, messing with his hair, was continuing the treatment. The boy smacked the rough hand away, crying out, "Stop touching me!"

    "Dammit! I'm trying to be nice to you!" the thief snarled. He shoved the boy towards the kitchen, shouting, "Fucking ungrateful brat! You can sleep in there tonight!"

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Day 4:

    The Thief King was actually somewhat impressed that the boy had managed to avoid him the entire day, only reappearing when it was time for the evening meal. "Are you really that afraid of me?"

    There was no response, not even a glance from the boy. A bit annoyed, but not surprised, the thief started to leave the room.

    He had reached the bedroom doorway when the boy quietly said, "I know you're not going to kill me."

    "There are plenty of things worse than death. Much worse. Enough so that you would beg for death."

    The man’s words were anything but reassuring, and there was no doubt that he knew what he was talking about from first hand experience. The boy got what little sleep he could, curled up in a corner of the kitchen again. He still wasn’t used to sleeping at night, and he kept waking at noises; the faint creak of the man’s bed or even just a snort from the horse. He was definitely afraid of the Thief King, the murderous monster that people told terrifying stories about, and the words they had exchanged after dinner kept echoing in his mind, giving him nightmares.

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day 5 & 6

[the-villian-i-seem-to-be]

[Flower .2]

[1.]

It was around 9:00 in the morning, the sun had risen with it's bright light. All the while gossip had stirred in the streets of London. Louis had brought his brothers breakfast and the morning newspaper. The youngest Moriarty was silent as his brother thanked him for the meal and read the paper. "Phantom Thief (T/N) once again terrorises nobility.."

William read aloud, his ruby eyes scanning the newspaper article. "How peculiar, very peculiar." The blonde headed man mused, still reading out the rest. "(T/N) had stole from Lord Henderson and Mrs. Henderson's, a married couple and are in the high ranking class. Phantom Thief (T/N) had stolen a priceless emerald ring that was to be auctioned off at their estate for a private gathering."

A cryptic smile appeared on William's face. "(T/N) has still yet to be captured by authorities, the only trace left by them was a small peice of paper that reads: "Good luck next time."" William tilts his head back and joyfully laughs once he finished reading. "My goodness, I wish I could of seen this up close." The second eldest Moriarty looks back at the newspaper.

"(T/N).. What a perfect adversary to have." William says with complex expression. Louis nods, his brother was a very smart man. Cunning and calculated, so his decision would be as well. William grabs his tea cup and takes a sip of the warm drink.

His eyes focusses to the tiny vase next to his breakfast tray. The vase it self was a pretty pale blue, though the single flowers inside it stood out the most. A simple red rose was in the vase, the same one from (Y/N)'s bouquet that she had given to them the day before. William slowly reaches towards the rose with a singular hand and touches one of the plush petals gently. He let's go moments after.

~°~

"Phantom Thief (T/N) once again terrorises nobility.." (Y/N) reads over the newspaper with bland eyes. Sighing, she placed the paper underneath her counter. Deciding to watch people pass by her shop for entertainment on this slow day.

(Y/N) puts her elbows on the counter and props her head on her right hand. Leaning lazily against the counter. (Y/N) watches the outside through her glass window.  Middle class and nobles alike stroll down the sidewalk, with the occasional carriage on the road. Which didn't change the boredom she felt.

It was the same old view whenever it was a slow day. Though before (Y/N) could curse the lack of life in her shop. She  hears a horse cry and a man shouting. Gainging her curiousity, she saw something new for a change.

Police were arriving to the farther side of her street. Something must of happened, but what? (Y/N) contemplates on whether or not to check it out. It would be better than listening to herself breathing. But if she left her shop and a customer comes in..

"What a bother, I might as well wait until whatever is happening outside to pass than be in the mess." Just as those words left her throat. A two men walk into her shop. A smile crossed the females face as she greets them. "Hello, is there anything I can help you with today gentlemen?"

The first man looks around her shop. Starring at the wide variety of flowers. The first man responds to her, "yes actually. Can you please tell me about the murder that happened just down the street." The mans dark blue eyes meet her own shocked (e/c) ones.

"A murder? Sir, I don't know what you're talking about." (Y/N) says with confusion, the blue-nette falters after her words. "Oh.. I see." The air was now tense.

"Did.. Did a murder occur." The female asked with fright. The second man turns a bit solemn, "yes" he said. The first man speaks up again. "But I'm a detective, detective Sherlock Homles. And here beside me is Dr. John Watson. We are here to investigate the murder that has occured. So that is why I am asking for any information that you have."

"..." (Y/N) was silent at the introduction Mr. Homles had gave, though responds to him. "I'm sorry, but I don't believe I know much about what happened, but I will answer any question you give me."

Dr. Watson asked the first question, "do you know Mr. Edward Samuel?" (Y/N) hums in agreement. "Yes, I do. He must of been murdered, correct?" The two went silent at her accusation.

"How did you,-" "I could tell by the look on your face Dr. Watson. Your very easy to read." The female says with a weak playful smile. Mr. Homles starts to snicker quietly while Dr. Watson turned embarrassed. Muttering a few words, most likely telling his companion to be quiet.

Sherlock stopped his chuckles and asks the intriguing woman another question. "How do you know Mr. Samuel? Was he a frequent customer of yours?"

"Yes he was, Mr. Samuel bought flowers from me twice a month or so. He would by a bouquet of red roses for his wife." "His wife? Was he a helpless romantic?" "No, his wifw had passed away two years ago. He visits her grave twice a month."

"Has Mr. Samuel told you this personally?" "Yes, I grew curious of why he kept buying flowers from my shop so often. And he told me that he visits his wife grave twice a month so he can change the flowers for her."

"What flowers did he buy so frequently?" "He always bought orchids." "Do you know the last time you saw him?" (Y/N) nods, "yesterday. A few minutes after I opened, he told me his son was graduating college that afternoon."

Mr. Homles sapphire eyes scan (Y/N)'s (e/c) orbs. Looking for any trace of weakness in her words. The woman stood proudly and stares at him blankly. Waiting for him to back down, Sherlocks lips turn into a smirk. "I see. Thank you for your cooperation."

"It's not a problem sir, I hope you can find the culprit who killed Mr. Samuel." (Y/N) said with a sad smile. Dr. Watson says a small "of course."  But Sherlock stares at the female with clouded eyes. As if he was trying to figure her out with his eyes alone.

"Anything else I can I help you with?" Sherlock stops his analyzing once her voice called out to them. "No- I mean yes. Can you please give us your name?" "My name is (Y/N) (L/N), you can call Ms. (Y/N)."

"Thank you, Ms. (Y/N) for your cooperation."

"Of course."

The two walk out of her shop and vanish from her sights. (Y/N) takes in a deep breath, and forceful giggles erupt from her throat. "That wasn't what I was expecting today.." The (h/c)-nette wipes away the tiny tears in her eyes.

(Okay, I made a part two! To be honest, I have no idea where this is going, I just type whatever is on my mind and try to find a puzzle peice that may or may not fit the puzzle. Who knows? Hope you enjoyed a part of this installment, will there be more in the future? I dunno. If I could make a part two, it's anyone's guess. Thanks for reading! Ps. anyone saw ep six?)

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[descendantofthesparrow]

Daughter of the Honorable Thief – Harry Hook x reader – part 4 – pranks and daggers

Harry Hook x Daughter of Robin Hood!Reader

 key

 h/c- hair color

 e/c- eye color

 h/l- hair length

 s/c- skin color

 y/n- your name

 clothing reference:

 ---(y/n) POV---

Later that night, you snuck around the dorm building, searching for mals room, with Elizabeth (erza for short), daughter of Will Scarlet, at your heels.

“are ya sure about this hood? I mean, this is mal! What if she?!”

You turned to Erza, a grin on your face, “why are you doubting me~ she’ll never even know it was me!”

erza pouted, “im not doubting ya! im just saying that she might put the blame on Uma! And you don’t want that do ya?” she whisper-shouted at you.

You snickered and pinched her cheeks, she scowled and smacked your hand away, rubbing her cheek

“she's not gonna put the blame on Uma because Uma wouldn’t have thought of this~”

Erza raised her brow, confused “what exactly are ya plannen?”

You grinned like a shark, flipping open your messenger bag, and revealing the prank.

…

“holy shit hood yer evil!”

You cackled silently, as you arrived at mals dorm, and easily snuck in.

Soon finishing your work, you quickly exited the room and made your way to Mals locker, and hurriedly placed your prank in place, before relocking her locker and sneaking back to your room.

“you’re an evil genius Hood”

“why thank you Erza, I try~”

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Mal woke the next morning, expecting it to be like any other day.

She was about to be sorely mistaken.

As she stepped out of her bed, she didn’t notice the colorful plastic balls surrounding her bed, she squealed as she stumbled back onto her bed.

“what the fuck?!”

Evie sprung up from her bed, blinking away the sleep from her eyes, “Mal? Is everything alright?”

Mal snarled, chucking a blue plastic ball across the room.

“someone decided it would be fun to surround my bed with those balls that go in ball pits and shit.”

Evie rubbed her eyes and glanced down, there was a cardboard barrier surrounding Mals bed, containing the plastic balls. She raised her brow, ‘well at least im not involved in the mess’ she thought as she glanced around her bed, seeing no border or plastic balls.

“well, at least they put a border around it so its easy clean up”

Mal sighed, still pissed but Evie had a point.

Lifting herself up off the bed once more, she stepped over the border and made her way into the bathroom.

As she brushed her teeth, she heard evie call her name

“Mal? You might wanna look at this”

“wha?” Mal leaned out of the bathroom, seeing Evie pointing at a picture of her and Ben, and….their faces were taped over with…. Nicolas Cages face.

“what. The. Fuck.”

Glancing over her other pictures, everybody's faces were taped over with Nicolas Cage's face.

“seriously what the fuck!!!”

Mal screeched as she gripped the frame and ripped off the faces.

Evie snickered silently in the background, walking into the bathroom to brush her own teeth.

“Uma is going to fucking pay.” Evie stopped, Uma? When did she come into the conversation?

“are you sure Uma did this?” Evie spoke through her toothpaste, leaning out the bathroom door

Mal whipped around, her eyes glowing green, “who else would do this!!??”

Evie shrugged “I don’t know but Uma doesn’t seem like she has the patience to do this, ya know, taping down Nicolas Cage's face on all your photos, and carefully placing a ball pit around your bed? I don’t know but that doesn’t seem like Uma, shed more go for ruining your hair or one of your outfits, not do something that can be easily reversed.”

Mals eyes softened, yeah, yeah okay, this isn’t something Uma would do, but if she didn’t do it…who did?

Evie sighed, knowing Mal was going through a mental list of cuprites, so she quickly intervened and gathered her clothes, tossing one of the plastic balls at Mals butt.

“come on M! its breakfast time and I don’t want to miss my French toast!”

Mal rolled her eyes and nodded, digging through her closet and quickly grabbing an outfit.

“Alright, im going to take a quick shower tho”

Evie nodded, already halfway done with her makeup, she had taken a shower the night before.

“Alright, see you in the café”

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Mal sighed as she walked to her locker, leaning into Carlos's side with their arms locked, she had been strangely clingy to Carlos today, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Separating from him, she made her way to her locker, entering her combination, she opened it….only for her jaw to drop and a horse scream rip from her throat.

“what the fuck?!”

Her ENTIRE locker was COVERED in Nicolas Cage's face, mal just stood in furious silence as she stared at the hundreds of faces.

“holy shit mal” Carlos voice came from behind her, laughter behind his tone “someone is  committed to a prank”

Mal huffed and grabbed her books, slamming her locker closed, placing her books in her bag, locking her arms with Carlos and Evie, and storming off to their first class.

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Uma jumped in surprise when she heard mals scream. She whirled around and had to stop herself from bursting out laughing.

(y/n) had plastered Nicolas Cage’s face all over mals locker, holy shit!

“holy shit (y/n) went hard” she mumbled, not wanting Mal to hear her.

Harry and Gil turned at that when they saw it Gil just blinked in surprise, and Harry had to stuff his face in his bag to stifle his laughter.

“wow,” gil whistled, watching mal slam her locker closed and storm away.

“holy shite!! Lassie went ham!!” Harry finally let out his laughter leaning against his locker trying to catch his breath.

“Ya know mate if ya keep laughing like tha people are gonna think ya did the prank”

Uma turned to the new voice, and there was (y/n) and a girl with brown hair styled in an undercut, freckles dusting her face. Her amber eyes, sparkling with mischief.

“who are you?” Uma grumbled, smacking Harry's shoulder as he composed himself, taking (y/n)s hand and kissing it, she snorted and tugged her hand away, flicking his nose.

The girl smiled and bowed, smirking up at Uma, “Erza Scarlet, at yer service”

(y/n) patted Ezra's shoulder grinning at the three pirate teens, “yeah this is one of my childhood best friends, she's the daughter of Will Scarlet.”

Erza smiled, “Scarlet’s me and my dad's middle name, my full name is Elizabeth Scarlet O'Hara”

Uma, Harry, and Gil glanced at each other, odd name.

Erza winked “we’re from Georgia”

(y/n) nodded, gesturing to Erza with her hands, “shes deadly with her daggers, just like her dad”

“oh really~” Uma sang, raising her brow “how about you show us something?”

Erzas face brightened “gladly, Hood? can you?”

(y/n) rolled her eyes and turned to her locker, unlocking it and retrieving one of her compact bows, and an aluminum arrow. (yea I know, weird stuff to keep in your locker)

“whoa whoa whoa, wha is this?” Harry hurriedly asked, stepping forward slightly.

(y/n) sighed and flicked her arm, releasing the mechanisms keeping the bow folded, “don’t worry, she knows what she's doing, those daggers of hers are made of a Vibranium/steel alloy, ya know, the same stuff that captain Americas shield is made of? They can cut through anything, including my aluminum arrows.”

Harry nodded unsurely but backed up.

Erza grinned and stood several feet away from (y/n), “alright Hood ya know the drill, now fire an ‘arrow, straight at my ‘eart”

(y/n) rolled her eyes, loading her arrow. “are you sure about this?” Uma interrupted, now regretting asking for a demonstration.

Erza winked at Uma, “absolutely.” A flash of metal and her daggers spun around her palms, before stopping in her grip.

(y/n) sighed, drawing back the string, “ya know one day your gonna be too slow and im gonna get your heart”

(y/n) released her arrow, and in a flash of steel/Vibranium, the arrow was now in ribbons at Erzas feet.

Umas jaw dropped, along with Harry and Gils.

“holy fuck what part of Georgia are you from? Southcentral!?”

Erza smirked and sheathed her daggers, wiping her hands clean from the metal shavings.

“well,” (y/n) mumbled, collapsing her bow once more, storing it in her locker “that was fun, now I think its time for class.”

The sea three glanced at the clock on the wall and paled, only one minute to get to class.

“shit!!”

--- end of part 4 ---

Comment or message me for part 5

   a/n: as I was writing this, I got the news that Cameron Boyce died, he was and is a loved actor and human being, and he will be missed, we loved the way he brought Carlos to life, and he will never be the same again.

Love you Cameron, and may your memory be a blessing.

--Audrey. R. P

[dumners]

my tes ocs

also known as, i focus way too much on the messy dunmer and sadly no one else

The Seryiils (+the Gimayns)

Just the most dramatic family in Tamriel

oh my god there’s so much for Llirala im so sorry

Indrasi S (nerevarine) 

Dunmer - Any pronouns (tho i’ll use they)

Actual reincarnation of Nerevar, and their repressed memories affect their life in ways they don’t realize until later. Born and raised in the Imperial City. Raised in an orphanage after being abandoned there by unknown parents. Grew up to be an alchemist in the city and ran the store The Main Ingredient. Met Raldis when he delivered ingredients, they grew closer and got married, and Indrasi took his last name bcuz they didn’t have one. The two have a daughter, Llirala. Raldis dies in a bandit raid when Llirala is 6, and afterwards, Indrasi becomes distant bcuz they are working to provide for Llirala. Llirala grows up making bad decisions in an attempt to get Indrasi to pay attention to her, which eventually leaves Llirala abandoning her newborn son, Calden, with Indrasi. They raise Calden, but rarely sees Llirala during that time. Eventually, they take on an apprentice at The Main Ingredient, Ogier Georick (the actual in-game owner). Calden grows up and goes out on his own. Llirala comes back after a lotta of her own nonsense. She ends up framing Indrasi for murder, which gets them noticed by Uriel Septim VII and sent to Morrowind. 

They really only do the Main Quest in Morrowind and maybe a few side quests, but no faction quests. They slowly get their Nerevar memories back during the course of the Main Quest. They then do the Tribunal and Bloodmoon dlcs in that order. During the Tribunal dlc they basically just ignore Helseth, and during the Bloodmoon dlc they side with the Skaal. They help build Raven Rock, and then just kinda never leave. They try to go through everything with as little death as possible. By 4E 201, they are still on Solstheim, drifting in and out of Raven Rock, hanging out with the Skaal, and mooching off of Neloth.

Raldis S

Dunmer - He/Him

Pretty chill dude, kinda unfortunate that he strongly resembles Voryn Dagoth, but what can you do. Born and raised in Gnisis. Later joined a Hlaalu trading company and made deliveries mainly to Cyrodiil. Met Indrasi on one of those deliveries. They became closer, eventually married, and had Llirala. He dies in a bandit raid when Llirala is 6.

Llirala S (hok)

Dunmer - She/Her (later Daedra - Any)

Ah, my favorite shithead. Born and raised in the Imperial City. Born to Indrasi and Raldis Seryiil. Raldis died when she was only 6, which caused Indrasi to throw themself into their work so they could support Llirala. Llirala grows up to be a self-destructive mess who keeps making bad decisions in an attempt to get Indrasi to pay attention to her, and this turns into her just craving any kind of attention from anyone. She had a fling with a friend that ended in her son, Calden, who she abandoned with Indrasi. She then proceeded to travel around Cyrodiil doing favors for basically every single Daedric Prince. She joined the Arena and killed her way to the top, loving every second of the validation from the crowd. Now with the idea that “murder is okay actually” in her head, she stabbed a man who catcalled her, and proceeded to frame Indrasi for the murder, killing two birds with one knife. This got her noticed by the Dark Brotherhood. She loved her time in the Brotherhood and loved her Family, and she killed them all when ordered to. This messed her up pretty badly, but she just went “if I keep my body moving and my mind occupied at all times, I will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair.” She managed to convince herself that she was fine bcuz she still had Shadowmere and Lucien. But then Lucien died, and Llirala killed Mathieu but it was too late bcuz everyone was still dead. Llirala basically had an epiphany like “oh, maybe killing is bad,” and she abandoned the Dark Brotherhood leaving it to fall into ruin. She joined the Thieves Guild and found out that she kinda liked helping people, but by the end she didn’t want to be the Grey Fox, so she gave the job to Armand Christophe. After that she bought shoes from the Copious Coinpurse and got arrested for grave-robbing.

Then the Main Quest happened, Llirala made some good friends in Martin and Baurus, and she constantly mocked Jauffre. I’m cliche and like angst so Llirala and Martin liked each other but didn’t say anything about it until right before Martin sacrificed himself, he kissed her. Yay cliche angst! When Dagon was breaking down the Temple roof, Llirala pushed Martin out of the way of falling rubble, but it ended up falling on her instead, breaking her leg and pinning her under it. Martin sacrificed himself, and Llirala was stuck under the rubble until someone showed up. Baurus helped get her out, and Jeelius healed her leg, but she wouldn’t be able to fight the way she used to, no more sneak. Llirala spent two depressed weeks in the Imperial Palace, before being presented with the Imperial Dragon Armor. She basically snapped and ran away again, leaving behind everything that could identify her as a the HoK. 

She threw herself back into adventuring in the hopes of getting herself killed. She did the KotN, but didn’t find any peace with the Nine, and left when that was over. Immediately after being resurrected, she left and went straight to Bravil, where she heard rumors about a door out in the Bay that no one came back from the same, if at all. Before leaving, she spoke to the Night Mother who called her out on constantly abandoning everything, and berated her for still having Shadowmere and the Blade of Woe despite leaving the Brotherhood. So before Llirala left for the door, she said goodbye to her oldest companion and sent her back to the Brotherhood with her Blade of Woe. 

In the Isles, Llirala fit in, but she kept refusing to acknowledge that. She killed the Gatekeeper despite it not attacking her, and she wielded a perfect order sword for the majority of it. She tended to pick Dementia when she had to make a choice bcuz she was too depressed to deal with the brightness of Mania. Over the course of the questline, she began to really love the residents of the Isles and by the time Sheogorath turned into Jyggalag, she refused to abandon the Isles bcuz she didn’t want everyone there to die. In the fight with the Tree Clone, her order sword shatters, so after that she wields a madness sword. She became Sheogorath with the thought that it wasn’t going to be permanent, so when Jyggalag disappears she’s left standing there like.

Calden S

Dunmer(+Altmer) - He/Him

Born from a fling between Llirala and one of her friends. Raised by Indrasi in the Imperial City. Practiced destruction magic mainly. Tried to join the Arcane University many times, but was always rejected. Later traveled to Skyrim to study at the College of Winterhold (pre-Collapse). Met his future wife, Nephelle, there. Great Collapse happened. Him and Nephelle have Viri, but Nephelle dies in childbirth (bcuz i need her gone and im lazy lol). Calden loses faith in his ability to raise Viri, and when she starts speaking a strange language (dovahzul) as a baby, Calden freaks out. He asks around, is pointed toward the Greybeards, and leaves baby Viri with them due to a lack of Indrasi to foist the kid onto. 

Calden just kinda fucks off after that, but if tes vi takes place within 100 years of tes v, then he’ll be the protag if it works.

Viri (ldb)

Dunmer - She/Her

Raised by the Greybeards. Grew up only being called Dragonborn, so she had to name herself. Got the name Viri from Akaviri. When she was 2, young (like 8) Ulfric arrived to be trained, so Viri grew up with him as an older brother*. Most of Viri’s childhood was spent training her Thu’um, and reading the books available. She became fascinated with magic and practiced what she could by herself. She had a strained relationship with the Greybeards, but was very close with Paarthurnax. When the Great War started, Ulfric left, and Viri tried to go with him, but she was like 12 so she couldn’t. Later, she ran away from High Hrothgar at 17, but the war had already ended. She spent some time in Ivarstead before going up to the College of Winterhold to study magic. During her time at the College, the whole Eye of Magnus business happened, but Mirabelle survived it. After a while, she tries to leave Skyrim to explore the rest of Tamriel, but she walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there. She does the Main Quest up until the point that most people break off, bcuz she does not want to go back to the Greybeards just yet. She does the Thieves Guild, becomes the Guildmaster and returns it to its former glory. She does the Dark Brotherhood bcuz she is trying to find the familial love she never had with the Greybeards, but she just ends up being a murderer with a weird ghost friend and a demon horse. Finally finishes the Main Quest, does not touch the Civil War. And through all those questlines she completes all the Daedric Quests for one reason or another. Then she does Dawnguard, sides with the Dawnguard, gets a vampire gf, and then that vampire gf leaves to see the world, but promises to return**. Then Viri goes to Solstheim. There she meets Indrasi and manages to convince them to help her rescue Miraak, bcuz she is sick and tired of playing into the hands of the Daedric Princes, and saving Miraak would be an excellent “fuck you” to Hermaeus Mora.

*i don’t like ulfric at all, but this creates an interesting dynamic.

**Serana just needs to figure out who she is in the Fourth Era away from Viri, bcuz she doesn’t want to end up constructing her whole life around her.

Sethesi (Seth) G (kinda silly* vestige)

Dunmer - She/Her

Seth is baby and I love her so much. I made her 15 bcuz I wanted to make a shonen protag, but I also made her a mage, so she’s also a magical girl, but I also made her a necromancer, so she’s a dark magical girl. She was born and raised in the Worm Cult with her older brother, Llondryn. She had a knack for necromancy, and never really saw a problem with it bcuz she was not immune to propaganda. Llondryn managed to convince her to leave the Cult with him, but on the way out, Llondryn tried to sacrifice himself to save just her, but she didn’t realize that was happening so she ended up saving Llondryn instead. The Cultists found her, and she ended up being sacrificed to Molag Bal as an example of what happens to traitors. Escapes Coldharbour, but ends up on the Daggerfall Covenant questline bcuz I think that one fits the Main Quest best. Seth spends most of the Main Quest hiding her necromancer origins and trying to pass herself off as a templar, but finally snaps during the fight with Mannimarco and reveals her true power. She also does the Fighters and Mages Guild quests during the Main Quest, but she’s much more fond of the Mages Guild. Basically everyone who interacts with Seth adopts her as a younger sister/daughter/niece bcuz she is baby. She does quests pretty normally, and always tries to save as many lives as possible. At some point she becomes a vampire as a “fuck you” to meridia, but I’m still considering when. She also abandons her morals after that and joins the Dark Brotherhood bcuz I really need her to do that questline*. I’m not actually done with everything in eso yet, so Seth’s progression might change.

Unless something happens to contradict this in eso, after eso, Seth just wanders around Tamriel, occasionally checking in on how the world is doing.

*I say kinda silly bcuz in the spirit of mmos I gave Seth a travelling party. However, that party is Indrasi, Llirala, and Viri after their games. Yeah, that’s kinda op but all of them are hiding their true abilities, and Llirala is just not at full power bcuz of the original sheo still being around. I’m doing this bcuz it is so funny to me, especially bcuz of how many references to those games there are. The reason they are there is bcuz Viri pulled some time travel bullshit. 

Llondryn G

He/Him

Born and raised in Worm Cult with younger sister, Sethesi. Never showed much aptitude for necromancy, which made him expendable. When people started getting executed, he convinced Sethesi to try to escape. While trying to escape, Sethesi sacrificed herself to let him escape. 

I don’t know what he does later, but he eventually has kids and the family tree eventually leads to Indrasi.

Unrelated - i dont have much on them :(

Korabi

Khajiit - They/Them

Mage. Travel partners with Andenyerinwe (the Oblivion Duo). Does the Oblivion Mages Guild quests.

Andenyerinwe (Andy)

Altmer - She/Her

Goes by Andy. Battle-ax wielding, heavy-armor wearing warrior. Travel partners with Korabi (the Oblivion Duo). Does the Oblivion Fighters Guild quests.

Laurri (blades hero)

Khajiit - She/Her

Uuuuhhhh....... idk..... she’s dating Saashi?? 

Haj-xo (serious ep vestige)

Argonian - She/Her

Shadowscale. I think it’s funny if she dates Naryu bcuz it’s like assassin romeo and juliet. Also that means Veya gets two murder moms.

Nhaz (serious dc vestige)

Redguard - They/Them

I need more on them. 

Mizar (serious ad vestige)

Khajiit - He/Him

I need more on him. But he is trans. I’m also not done with the Aldmeri Dominion quests yet.

[blustersquall]

First kiss for Arthur/Isabel. I've been dying to know how it happens

Thank you Nonny! It took me a bit of time to think where their first kiss would fit in the canonical world of things. I hope you enjoy this. I do. :D

Takes place in Chapter 4 of the game. Contains game spoilers.

Title: Slowly Falling

@rdr-oc-appreciation @ineedpeetalikehekneadsbread

It took most of the day to dispose of the O’Driscoll corpses, though disposal was more tossing them into the bayou to keep the alligators satisfied, but once it was accomplished Arthur could feel the tension in the gang recede a little.

He checked in with those who were up for conversation making sure they were hale and whole. It was miraculous that out of all of them only a few wounds were sustained and most of them minor. 

For all their numbers, the O’Driscoll’s were terrible shots.

Isabel sustained the worst wound, one she didn’t even realise she had until the gunfire was finished and every O’Driscoll lay dead. Arthur remembered watching the colour drain from her face as she breathed hard and leaned against the wall for support. Her shirt stained red beneath her jacket and the way she left a smear on the wall when her legs gave out beneath her. 

A bullet had found its mark in her lower back during the gun fight. Shallow, and not life-threatening by any means, but bad enough that all the air in Arthur’s lungs left him and her remembered yelling for Swanson as he hoisted Isabel up into his arms. 

Morphine administered, Swanson was able to retrieve the bullet with relative ease and dress the injury. Arthur gave Isabel his bed to rest, closing out the rest of the world to try and keep he noise to a minimum while he sat vigil. Her breathing was deep. He filled the time writing in his journal and sketching. Sketching the scenes he had witnessed. Sketching her. The slope of her nose, the curve of her lips, the way her eyelashes fanned over her cheeks. 

Another person he cared about injured on his watch. Perhaps if he wasn’t so stupid the O’Driscoll’s never would have found them. Maybe if he’d been more alert, the attack could have been avoided entirely. The world was closing in around him and the gang. Civilization, O’Driscoll’s, the Pinkertons, and Cornwall. Soon, they would be surrounded on all sides with no where left to run.

Trapped.

Dawn the next day was when Isabel awoke. Arthur was there, ready at her bedside having dozed on-and-off through the night in a chair. He sat on the very edge of the bed, graphite stained hand on hers.

“Hey there,” he murmured to her watching her eyes openly and focus in on her surroundings. She winced when she moved, her left hand immediately going to the lower portion of her body.

“O’Driscoll’s?” she asked, heaving a breath with the effort it took her to sit up. “Kieran? Is everyone–”

“They’re fine,” Arthur placed both hands on her shoulders. “They’re all fine, Isa– Miss Ashwood.” 

“Good…” a brief smile came to her lips. “Good.” Arthur pushed her hair back away from her face. “Damn, I feel like I was gored by a boar…” 

“Close,” said Arthur with a brief smile. “You was shot. Not badly. Swanson says you’ll be alright.”

“Guess that’ll teach me for comin’ outta cover.” She chuckled a little, “I’m glad everyone else is okay.”

“Everyone except…”

Isabel’s eyes dropped. “Kieran... yeah. God, that poor kid. I liked ‘im, y’know? He was… nice. Too nice for them O’Driscoll’s. He deserved a better end than that.” 

“That he did.” 

They sat in respectful silence. Arthur remembered Kieran saving his life. Remembered them going fishing. He was a good man. Kinder than most. Just wanted to tend to horses and live a peaceful life. Getting involved with the O’Driscoll’s was just asking for trouble. 

Another person he failed to protect. 

He started from his thoughts when Isabel’s hand came up to cradle his cheek in a gesture that was more intimate than friendly, and made his chest tighten. She turned his head so they were looking at each other and the space between them was only inches.

“I see I stole your bed.”

Arthur quirked his mouth in a crooked smile. “You needed it more. At least it’s a bit quieter up here.”

“Thank you, Arthur.” Isabel leaned in and kissed his cheek. She lingered there, lips brushing his skin when she spoke. “You’re always lookin’ out for me. Ever since we met.” Her breath trembled when she exhaled and Arthur hoped she didn’t hear him swallow. Having her this close... it was almost more than he could bear. “I… I hope you know…”

He turned his head to see her better and the end of his nose bumped hers. Her breath mingled with his, and without thinking Arthur closed the space between them. The tightness in his chest only grew in response to his action, and a nervousness better suited to a young, inexperienced man made his leg start to jump. Isabel replied with a kiss of her own, reciprocating with a coy softness that was unexpected.

Reality hit him like a runaway train and Arthur pulled back, eyes wide and panic setting in. What had he done? What had he done?! He couldn’t do this again. Not after Eliza. Not after Mary. How could he condone these feelings he was experiencing? How could he allow himself these desires when everything around him was falling apart? More than that, how could he ever imagine that someone like Isabel wanted him? She was brightness in a dark world, and deserved a goddamn fairy tale prince. Not a filthy outlaw. Not a killer. A thief. Not him.

“Sorry, I–” he started. Stopped. Clenched his eyes closed and his hands into fists in his lap. “I should–”

“Arthur,” Isabel’s tone was gentle, not scolding and that alone surprised him. Her hand at his cheek moved to curl his hair around his ear. “I don’t mind.” He met her gaze. Her half-hooded, dark eyes with the rings of green in them that fascinated and enchanted him. 

She kissed him this time, her fingers sliding up into his hair. Her lips drew him in, causing him to all but crumble before her. He held her jaw, hungrily devouring her kiss and embracing the coiling, excited sensation bubbling away inside him. There was less coy softness in this. It was as though she was trying to convey to him how she felt through gestures, rather than words. 

Isabel wanted him? How could she? After all he had done? After everything she had witnessed him do? After all the things about him she knew? All the things she didn’t know. How could she want him like this? Oh, he didn’t want to question it, but it was something he couldn’t help. It was too good to be true. Something would come along and steal this moment of joy away, surely. That was what always happened. Everything good in his life that was his and his alone got taken from him, or left him. How could he open himself up to that pain again?

He was though. Willingly. Selfishly. With every moment the kiss lengthened, with every breath one of them stole, he was opening himself up to more pain and hurt. Falling into it. Welcoming it.

He was a fool.

“Isabel–” Arthur broke the kiss, breathing hard and pressing his forehead to hers in an attempt to gain some clarity. He ran his thumb along her reddened bottom lip, ignoring the desire to kiss her again. “I–”

“Arthur!” Dutch’s voice rang out fro the ground floor and outside, it sounded like. Immediately, Arthur was on alert like a dog being called by its master. “Get down here, son! We need to talk about this trolley station job!”

“I’m sorry,” he turned to Isabel, “I have to…”

“You go,” she smiled, and it was genuine. He expected to see disappointment, annoyance, not warmth. “I should rest up, anyway.”

Arthur nodded, “yeah… yeah. You need t’rest.” He got to his feet and paced a little to work out that nervous jumpy feeling in his legs. “I’ll let Hosea and the Reverend know you’re up. They’ll wanna check on you.”

“Okay,” she lay back in bed, pulling the blanket up from where it had pooled in her lap. 

At the door, Arthur looked back at her wrestling with himself and whether or not he should say something. He bit the inside of his mouth. What could he say? Should he try and apologize again? Isabel was already settled back into the thin pillow and had her eyes closed. He chose to stay silent on the topic. Whatever they needed to say could wait until her strength returned. 

Whoo, this is longer than I expected it to be! I hope you like it Nonny! I … actually quite like it. It’s how I envision their first kiss to go down. Everyone else at the camp already thinks there’s something going on because they’re always off hunting together or getting into trouble up to this point, but they’re just friends who are…totally blind. Because Isabel thinks Arthur isn’t interested, and Arthur doesn’t think he’s worthy of being loved by someone. 

Tra-la-la. ANYWAY. THANKS FOR THE PROMPT, NONNY!

[askalt2d]

While 2D is out meeting with Jamie, Stuart takes the opportunity to make them a special dessert. 2D comes home to the delightful smell of melted chocolate and the equally delightful sight of Stuart in a yellow apron, Parker in one arm and a spatula in the other.

“–somethin’ yummy for Papa, yes we are!” Stuart is in the middle of saying, giving Parker a playful little bounce. She giggles.

“Am I interruptin’?” 2D says with a grin, hanging up his coat.

Stuart whips around. His cheeks go a little bit red. “B-bluebird! You’re earlier than you said.”

“Yep. ‘E just wanted to talk about plannin’ for the Fing.” 2D kisses his husband’s cheek, then Parker’s. “‘Avin’ fun, bluebell?”

“Boo.” She wiggles happily.

2D grins. “I can take ‘er while ya finish your mystery surprise, love.”

“Not much of a mystery now. Or a surprise.” Stuart hands Parker over, ruffling her hair.

“I’ll act surprised anyway!”

Stuart laughs– then lets out a curse as a fleck of hot melted chocolate hits him in the cheek.

2D and Parker spend the time playing in the living room, with Parker wheeling her toy cars around while 2D provides exuberant sound effects. “Ker-boom! Scrrrrrch! Oh, no!” He nuzzles up against her, kissing her head. “Oh, no, bluebell, the lorry! Where’s it gone?”

Immediately, Parker picks up a stuffed horse. “Lo!”

“...yeah! There it is, love! Ya found it!”

She crows happily, and promptly throws the horse at her papa’s face.

It isn’t long before supper is ready, but Stuart is reluctant to interrupt his family. He leans against the wall, watching with a smile on his face as 2D enthuses with Parker over the singing light-up octopus she’d grabbed.

“Lookit the colours, sweetpea...ain’t it pretty?”

“Boo,” she agrees.

“‘At’s right, it’s blue!” It’s purple, but she’s close enough. He presses another button on the octopus. “This one’s green, can ya say green?”

“Geen!”

“That’s right!” 2D rewards her with a flurry of kisses. “Clever Parker! My clever, clever girl...”

She laughs, then looks up at Stuart. Seeing the plate in his hands, she flaps her arms excitedly. “Geh! Geh– geh...” Frustrated with trying to articulate her words, she pinches her fingers together and lifts them to her mouth, signing Food?

Yes, food, Stuart signs back. “Supper time!” he adds aloud. “We ready to eat?”

“I’ll ‘elp set the table!” 2D grins. “Parker, ya wanna go up?”

“Boo,” Parker says, reaching for him.

2D positions her safely in her high chair, then sets the table as Stuart gets ready to serve dinner– leftover salmon and mashed potatoes for the adults, with carrots, broccoli, and chicken nuggets for Parker.

“So, how’re things goin’ on the Thing?” Stuart asks while cutting Parker’s food.

“Hm–“ 2D swallows. “Good. Slow. Jamie just wanted me in for consultin’...no real progress yet, I fink. ‘E won’t tell me.”

Stuart huffs out a laugh. “What else is new, right?”

“Yeh.” 2D grins. “I’m excited, though.”

“Me too.” He coaxes Parker to take a bite of her chicken. “He ask about Parker?”

“Yeh! I told ‘im she’s doin’ good–“

“No, for the Thing.”

2D shakes his head. “Not yet.” He toys with his fork. “I dunno how I feel about her bein’ a part of sumfin’ like this...it’s gonna be a lot anyway, growin’ up wif two celebrity dads. I don’t wanna exploit her, or– or make her a part of sumfin’ she’s too little to say she don’t wanna be a part of.”

Stuart nods, relieved. “That’s what I was thinkin’, too. I’m glad you feel the same.”

“When she’s old enough, we’ll ask. But for now, no videos ‘cept for home videos.” 2D tilts his head. “Good plan?”

“Great plan.”

“Feh,” Parker adds, and pounds a tiny fist into her mashed carrots.

After dinner is finished and the plates are clean, and after a yawning Parker has been sung to and put to bed, 2D selects a film to watch while Stuart gets their dessert ready.

“Evil Dead?” he calls.

“I feel like we just saw it...”

“Wot about Army of Darkness, then?”

“Yeah, I could do that. Bruce Campbell’s well fit in that one, anyway.”

“Ha, ha, ha.” 2D knows he’s joking, but he still spares a somewhat venomous glance at the shirtless man on the DVD cover.

“Okay, it’s ready!” Stuart pokes his head out of the kitchen door. “Close your eyes, okay?”

Smiling at how cute Stuart sounds when he’s excited, 2D obediently closes his eyes. “Okay...”

Stuart sets a plate down in front of him, heaped with chocolate-covered strawberries and with two glasses of wine on the side. “Ta-da!”

He knew it was coming, but it still melts his heart. “Aw, Stu, they’re lovely!” 2D leans up and kisses him sweetly.

Stuart smells of chocolate, and his lips are warm. 2D sighs happily, arms winding up his back so he can tangle his fingers in his husband’s hair. He laps playfully at his lips, and Stuart parts them with a low hum. Their tongues meet, sending tingles down 2D’s spine. It’s nearly the most wonderful dessert he could ask for. Nearly.

“Wanna taste?” Stuart murmurs when they part.

“God, yes,” 2D says, smiling mischievously, and lowers his hands to Stuart’s belt.

“Bluebird, I worked hard on these...” Stuart doesn’t stop him.

“I could make a pun about sumfin’ bein’ hard,” 2D murmurs, smirking against his husband’s neck, “but I’ll be nice.”

“Maybe I want you to be naughty.”

“Hmm, then maybe I–“

They’re interrupted by a little distressed noise from Parker’s room.

Sighing, Stuart untangles himself. “Sounds like Miss Parker requires assistance.” He gets up from the sofa and adjusts himself, then points to the strawberries. “Don’t touch those until I get back, okay? I wanna see your face when you first taste them.”

“Got it.” 2D nods.

Stuart leaves the room, and after a moment, the sound of him singing a lullaby to Parker drifts from the nursery. 2D immediately crams three strawberries into his mouth. They’re so tasty that he almost regrets not waiting for Stuart to come back.

Sooner than expected, he hears the door to Parker’s room close again. 2D hurriedly swallows.

“She just wanted another song, so I– did you eat one of the strawberries?”

2D shakes his head, eyes wide with feigned innocence. “No!”

Trying not to smile, Stuart sits on the sofa next to him. “Then why’s there chocolate on your lips, bluebird?”

“Er–“ 2D swallows. “It’s not chocolate! It’s, er...it’s the w-wine.”

“Why’s it brown, then?”

“...must not be good wine!” Caught up in the silliness of his obvious lie, he starts to laugh.

Stuart pounces, pinning him to the sofa, hands gripping his wrists on either side of his head. 2D doesn’t stop laughing, the sound bright and joyful. Overcome with affection for the ridiculous, perfect man beneath him, Stuart kisses his husband hard, tasting the stolen sweet.

“Well,” he says finally, punctuating every other word with a kiss, “sounds like I– ought to punish– such a naughty– little thief.”

2D’s eyes sparkle. “Oh, really? Then–“

He doesn’t have a chance to finish his sentence.

They end up leaving the strawberries for another night, indulging instead in something far sweeter.

[wooahaes]

layton anon again ^-^

pls don't feel to pressured about quick updates or anything and take your time with writing!! It's supposed to be a fun hobby to you and I don't mind waiting for updates at all ☺️

I totally understand the anxiety thing about taking the meds; seems like a good choice to do it when family is around :)

fjdhfjh shigure's voice actor was so good omg i agree 👀 omg i totally do the drafting too. ngl i have a bunch of small notes about which pairings i wanna go to and which classes they have to be to gain which skills etc. but all the re-classing is just a little exhausting gjfdhd i think i can count the games i've actually played through on one hand and the ones i've sorta abandoned... not so much

no matter what kinda fire emblem au it is, hoshi's love for tigers needs to have a place in it (makes me think a tiger shapeshifting class would be really cool for him too👀)

(totally a gree on the rally skills!!) also war cleric for joshua feels so perfect. like that's literally The class for him, after you said it I can't see anything else fdfhdjsh thief/trickster would also work so well for hannie!! maybe even assassin

I love cavalier vernon that's such a good fit! I think Dino would also have a pretty physical class, though maybe more offensive and less defensive...I think i'd like to see him wield an axe hfjdhf

For Seungkwan I think he might not be a close combat class. I can see him using magic, also things like silence staffs and so on...

As always I hope you have a good day!! <3 -layton anon

omg hi layton anon!! sorry for not responding sooner :( i hope u are doing well!!

i think, thankfully for me, i don't really feel pressured to write something just to get it out? if i have stuff posted, i'm happy to share it, but i like to feel content w my work when i post it. stuff like UtS will get finished in due time, and i don't intend on ever forcing myself to post a part if im not satisfied w it. they're big projects for a reason. i might feel bad that im not writing fast enough, but sometimes i just need to sit back and chill and then come back to writing with a fresh mind.

ive honestly been feeling better? only shit thing today was the fact i was sniffly as hell but ive got year-round allergies so its normal lol

ooo fun!! my drafting is usually just what pairings i want to do and i'll figure stuff out in the moment. some characters i always end up changing (like mozu in fates!! shes SO good as an archer imo). i feel that tho re-classing is such a pain but its worth it

oh big big big mood. rip to the video games i abandoned to replay other games lmao

yess <3 honestly shapeshifting tiger class for hoshi would be super fun >:3

shua just has the "im a healer, but..." vibes to him. i cannot help it. gentle man who can heal u but also ive seen his arms and he could kill.

axe wielding dino omg... im honestly thinkin maybe mercenary -> hero dino? im going off fates rn but sword/axe dino... clenches fist. yes.

troubadour kwannie is a thought? going off fates again but troubadour -> strategist kwannie was where i was going. give him a horse.

thank u layton anon ily <3 take care!!

[mi6013eliotappleby]

First draft

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Ext – outside of bank, deserted dry lands with lone bank in the middle, three antagonists (Bill Westcott, Theodore and Roderick O'diddley) sit atop a ledge of a mountain looking down onto it. Westcott holding a pocket watch in his hand, mathodicly winding it without looking.

Besides the bank a heavily guarded wagon is being opened and uniformed men are transferring one by one what look like strongly sealed crates, these contain large amounts of gold and bonds.

Wesctcott -

You boys ready?

Theodore -

We sure are Bill, we've been ready for weeks

Roderick -

Yeah yeah! Lets make us a mint

Westcott -

Now slow down, take a deep breath and think, cos if this goes south...

Westcott pauses and looks away from O'diddleys and instead at pocket watch in hand

Westcott -

Well, lets not get into that

Theodore -

Will you quit worrying you're in good hands, have we ever let you down

Roderick -

Yeah we's ever let you down billy?

Westcott-

Well I had to carry your ass in Ashbuck or are you forgettin that one again

Westcott glares at Roderick

Westcott -

And I told you, DONT call me billy

Roderick looks down at the ground sheepishly while Theodore Looks disappointingly at him

Westcott -

So one more time, we round up the gaurds, we need leverage after all, we say we're gonna shoot someone square between the eyes and help them too the purely gates, well, people tend to feel guilt and that means we don't have too shoot nobody.

Theodore -

Whats with you and no killin

Westcott looks over at Theodore

Theodore -

Ahh dont gimme that look, you know what I mean, you always firin that thing just never at anyone,

if you ask me its quicker, gets the job done and stops any heros

2

Roderick -

Yeah its easy, Like shooting rats for supper for moma!

Westcott -

Well I tell you what, I have enough on my conscience already, maybe I dont want somebodys soul on it too, Im a thief boys not a killer boys and I aint gonna start now, we got enough ridin on this and I AM NOT, gonna screw this up and neither are you comprendey amigos. Cmon now looks like they're finishing up, remember like clock work boys

Theodore -

Like clock work

They all then pull up theyre bandannas too conseel they're identities and and begin to ride down the mountain as the heavily armoured and wagon finishes up.

The three quickly ride down and circle the wagon the o'diddleys firing into the air Westcott - Gentlemen, if in you please lay your arms down and surrender to the fact that you are being robbed that would be mighty kind Roderick in a overly excited tone, laughing manicly like he's enjoying this too much

Roderick - yeah get em up get em up

Theodore - you heard him, reach for the sky gentlemen Westcott leans into Theodore

Westcott- you good out here

Theodore - Yeah don't worry we know the drill, you do your thing, we can always count on you my friend

Roderick - ohh this is gonna be good!

Westcott looks takin aback and slightly puzzled at the comment, he then dismounts his horse and makes his way into the bank slowly gun drawn Interior - small bank, clerks cowering behind counter bars between them and the bank floor, westcott holds shotgun up close and aimed eyeing down the sights ready for anything

Westcott - good day gentlemen, no sudden movements and no hero business would be much appreciated as I don't wanna shoot you just as much as you don't wanna get shot, now I'm assuming you know the drill by now, and if you don't all bonds, gold nickels and dimes in the bag spread evenly so ma horse and I don't fall off balance.

The clerks tentivley start too reach below the counter, westcott cocks the shot gun

Westcott - Easy now open the gate and let me through before you go reachin round places I can't see

Cashier 1 - No no Mr I wasn't doin nothing, I was just a getting the keys ya see

Westcott - Well explain yourself next time boy you can make a man worry like that

Westcott cocks gun

Westcott - And I'm not one who likes too worry Cashier 2 faints and hits the floor

Westcott - Hahaaaa I still got it, now open up!

Cashier 1 opens up the large iron bar door and westcott makes his way in Behind the counter gun still pointed at cashier 1

Westcott - Now move it! I ain't got all day!

The cashier begins to unlock lots of small boxes behind him, each one containing bonds and other notes, westcott throws down three large sacks and cashier 1 starts to place them

Westcott - Evenly now ya hear, just like I said and there won't be any trouble

At this point you can hear the horses outside get restless and nay loudly, muffled shouting ensues

Westcott - What the hell are those boys doin?

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Westcott approaches the front door casually keeping on cashier 1 gun still in hand

Westcott - Hey what going...

As westcott opens the door with his shoulder gun fire breaks out and his hat is shot off, startled he buckles and jumps back through the front door slamming it shut

Westcott - Jesus Christ! Is there a back door too this place?

Westcott runs back through the steel barred door and confronts cashier 1 Chasier 1 trembling Cashier 1 - Y y y yeah through here Gun fire begins through the window westcott hits the deck and grabs cashier 1

Westcott - shit, get down and stay down you fool!!

Both start to frantically crawl towards the back door, westcott grabs the one sack cashier 1 managed to fill They reach the back door and gun fire ceases Both get up and timidly walk toward the door, westcott pushes past cashier 1

Westcott - hold up here, I got the gun I'll go first, you got a horse or something near by Cashier 1 - N n n n no mister I dont, I usually get a ride from the couch that comes here from town Westcott - well I guess today really ain't your day kid, that's what, bowt a mile

Chasier 1 - yes sir

Westcott - a shit the whole god damn town probably heard that gun show so you'll have the sheriff picking you up soon I guess, so will I if I'm not too careful You ready there?

Chasier 1 - Ready for what? Mr

Westcott - 3..2..1

Westcott burst the back door open and begins to run but is instantly shot in the gut and drops back, multiple shots are fired all missing him bar another too the leg

Westcott - God damnit ahh they got me

Westcott stumbles and crumbles back in Chasier 1 grabs a hold of him and carries him over to a chair and sits him down

Chasier 1 - Oh lord Mr that looks pretty bad are you ok

Westcott - Do I look ok?

Chasier 1 - Sorry Mr I just.. I never saw someone been shot before, at least not this close Westcott takes his hand off of the wound and examines it

Westcott - It's alright I've had more led in me before

Chasier 1 - Who..who who are those people....out there mr

Westcott takes down his Balaclava and feels for his pistol

Westcott - I dunno but I believe we're gonna find out and call me bill I think the current state I'm in I should formally introduce myself

At this point there's a sudden slow knock at the front door

Stranger 1 - Little pigs, little pigs, let me in

Stranger 2 - hahahaha we got em now, We gonna gut you like a pig too

Westcott reaches into his small satchel and fiddles with something, westcott hands Chasier 1 his satchel

Westcott - Here, put this in the biggest bag of loot you filled and bring the bag out front of me.