#maydette

[redemn]

❝        all  your  rooms're  full  ?      well  ,      that  ain't  good  ,      now  is  it  ?        ❞        and  he  says  it  so  she  knows  he's  caught  her  now  .      so  !      she  hasn't  been  paying  attention  ,      and  it  amuses  arthur  greatly  to  the  point  he  almost  smiles  .      he's  only  gone  and  slipped  a  rumour  across  the  table  ,      folded  nearly  like  a  billfold  of  five  ,      fingers  expectant  and  gaze  ever  observant  as  he  watches  her  over  the  side  of  the  thumb  he  has  pressed  to  his  bottom  lip  .      come  on  ,      attention  :      focus  on  him  instead  of  anyone  else  here  .      the  place  is  quiet  as  it  is  :      sometimes  ,      one  of  the  other  patrons  will  cough  ,      or  laugh  ,      or  start  up  a  loud  and  half-drunken  conversation  with  the  man  he'd  come  here  with  ,      but  it's  the  only  break  of  silence  other  than  the  one  arthur's  opened  with  .

he's  more  than  ready  to  take  it  ,      though  .        ❝        this  the  part  where  you  ask  whatever  you  wanna  ,      miss  annabelle  .        ❞        that  tense  humor  dissipates  and  loosens  from  his  shoulders  ,      and  he  lets  out  a  breath  with  it  and  sets  his  elbow  on  the  countertop  .      now  that  he  can  settle  into  the  conversation  she's  so  graciously  allowed  ,      he  can  get  himself  a  little  more  comfortable  .        ❝        i  mean  it  .      them  killin'  each  other  ,      just  down  the  way  where  your  folk  'round  here  won't  go  .      that's  why  i  got  somethin'  at  my  side  ,      but  …  relax  ,      i  ain't  gonna  use  it  on  no  one  here  .      what  i  heard  was  ,      they  got  a  bad  bunch  runnin'  around  out  there  in  them  trees  ,      and  they  come  down  and  they  get  into  all  sorts'a  fights  .      and  they  kill  each  other  for  a  nickel  .      how  you  like  to  be  a  victim'a  that  ?        ❞

╰ ゜@maydette.  /  continued .

[crowshoots]

@maydette liked for a canon dialogue starter!

ㅤㅤ" EITHER THEY'RE INTERESTED in wasting a lot of bullets, or those are warning shots. "

[b4rren]

maybe we can share one.

@maydette / meme.

the look in his eye - of jejune wonder at such easy acceptance - betrays the cautious way he wonders, "are you allowed to do that?" though if he had to guess, the rules around here might be so simple as: if he doesn't tell, then no one will know. he's tugging the beer towards him, anyway, taking a sip. it fizzes uncomfortably down his throat. "drink on the job, i mean?"

[allthatwas-moved]

i bet we would have been best friends as kids.

she was never quite good at making friends,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎always being told she was too loud,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎too much,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎too messy or too trashy...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎so she thinks about it hard,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a grin stretching over her face.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎@maydette may be right‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in this moment maybe rose is just reflecting on all the things that compiled over her childhood years,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the jokes thrown in her direction for where she lived,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎at expense of her mother),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but still rose looks her over to consider it intensely.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"yeah?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a huffed laugh comes out of her parted lips,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎truly she starts to believe it.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the friends she did make were never the classic preppy girls or guys,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎never the jocks or athletes,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but the weird ones out,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe annabelle was truly right.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i'd love to have seen it,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎bet we would've made teachers pull out their hair."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now a proper tyler smile slips across her full features as she nudges the other.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i wasn't much of a good kid."

[philomelia]

whenever i abandoned cassie's blog i fr make her mommy issues worse

[monstroum]

a dreadful sense of loneliness oppressed me . ferris!

ㅤ" must be oppressin' you real rough still if you think i'm the sorta fella who'd care to listen to that sorta yappin' . " ㅤferris rasped through his teeth . he was far too enamoured with the dish before him to pause on his chewing ; LAMB'S HEAD . the man had at some point during his meal grown frustrated with the cutlery and decided to peel off the rest of the head's fleshy cheeks with his own two hands . thick fingers were shiny with the gelatinous contents of his supper and his dark eyes were glued to the lamb's own . the guy looked like a damn animal ( but who could blame him ? ) . he hadn't had a proper meal in days ! after wandering for weeks throughout open land , annabelle's little saloon had been a sight for sore fucking eyes .

his overenthusiastic eating caused one of his elbows to knock his empty beer cup onto the floor and , ferris o'phelan who had every intention to eat and drink until he passed out , instinctively bent to grab it ㅤ─ ㅤ it was then that he noticed the seam of anabelle's dress . his gaze slowly climbed over her skirt , her bodice , her lovely neckline ... and when ferris found the barmaid's eyes it looked as if THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME HE HAD LOOKED AT HER ; really looked at her . ferris rubbed his mouth against the sleeve of his shirt .

ㅤㅤ" pretty thing like you ㅤ─ ㅤ toss any of these dogs a bone and they'll be sniffin' at your skirts for the next coupl'a years . " ㅤsomething cracked between his teeth when he spoke that horrible sentence into existence ; cartilage perhaps . or just a shard of bone from the animal's skull ... either way , he didn't seem to care because he still offered annabelle a rotten grin while lifting the cup from the table .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" fetch us a beer , will ya ? pretty please . "

[redemn]

they've  only  heard  rumors  ,      but  it's  rumors  arthur's  run  with  all  his  life  ,      and  he's  not  about  to  make  the  mistakes  of  his  youth  out  here  in  his  thirties  ,      when  experience  toils  a  heavy  burden  under  his  belt  .      there  are  people  out  looking  for  him  that  won't  hesitate  to  cut  down  someone  by  his  side  ,      either  .      but  neither  does  he  want  to  leave  annabelle  by  her  lonesome  for  the  walk  back  when  it's  dark  .      so  he'd  pulled  up  to  the  small  cabin  a  mile  up  the  hill  ,      swung  those  reins  around  the  trunk  of  a  nearby  tree  and  shoved  her  through  the  door  in  front  of  him  ,      where  he's  got  the  door  shut  and  his  gun  in  hand  ,      because  :  ❝  we’re  safer  a  mile  away  .      they  ain’t  gonna  be  checkin’  here  .      ❞  

@maydette  .    ❝  why  do  you  think  we’re  any  safer  here ?  ❞

❝        ‘cause  i  know  the  minds  of  criminals  ,        ❞        he  whispers  harshly  ,      moving  himself  around  to  the  only  window  of  the  cabin  and  shifting  to  the  side  to  peer  outside  ,        ❝        better  than  most  people  ‘round  here  ,      that’s  for  damn  sure  .      and  the  first  place  they’d  be  lookin’s  your  damn  little  tavern  down  the  way  .        ❞        he  pulls  back  ,      leaning  against  the  wall  .        ❝        that  and  the  hotel  down  your  road  are  the  two  best  places  to  find  another  outlaw  when  he  got  no  business  bein’  around  .      i  got  no  plans’a  bein’  strangled  in  my  sleep  or  roped  up  when  i’m  three sheets to the wind  .        ❞

his  gaze  settles  on  annabelle  now  ,      as  tough  with  determination  as  it  is  regretful  .      she  has  no  business  being  tied  up  in  this  .      least  of  all  when  he  shouldn’t  have  been  around  in  the  first  place  .        ❝        i  suppose  i  owe  you  an  apology  for  all  this  .      draggin’  you  into  my  business  .      but  if  i  can  do  somethin’  about  it  ,      i  will  ,      and  i  ain’t  about  to  let  you  go  walkin’  back  out  toward  town  when  i  know  someone’s  gonna  be  givin’  you  trouble  in  the  next  hour  .      besides    …        ❞        he  glances  around  the  small  cabin  .        ❝        this  ain’t  so  bad  .      at  least  we  got  a  roof  over  our  heads  .      and  you            ❞        here  ,      he  gestures  over  toward  her  with  the  hand  that  holds  his  revolver            ❝        got  someone  here  gonna  protect  you  .        ❞

╰ ゜TLOZ : TP STARTERS.  /  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

[crowshoots]

brief run-down of a cowboy au/wild west au for jesper quite possibly be influenced by @maydette

you know for a fact that jesper has a prized collection of pistols, rifles, and shotguns. he primarily uses pistols/revolvers more than anything, and it's a known fact that he's an unbelievable shot with a gun

he has a horse!!!!!!! she's a beautiful black percheron who has a lot of personality. jesper really enjoys riding with her and she's his main way of getting around

may or may not rob some places from rich folks sometimes. don't worry about it. always wears a hat and bandana for it, so its Totally Not Jesper. most people don't know this fact about him and he hasn't been caught by police for it so

pretty frequent goer to saloons and bars -- she's a huge socialite. a lot of folks know her that way and are on friendly terms with her, and she even makes good relations out of people who stop by while traveling and won't be there for any more than a few hours. lovely talker w/ people, really

sure does love pissing off sheriffs. they constantly toe the line between pushing them to their mind's edge and getting arrested

[b4rren]

the world is cruel, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance.

maybe she doesn't mean it in any reverential way; maybe she was unchained from any opposing virtue a long time ago and she says it because it's true to how she feels. but to him, it's freedom. (it's not all just some fantasy of peccancy inside his head! someone else sees it too!) @maydette / meme.

"you think?" he needs her to say it again, maybe. for permission to actually internalize it.

[floutlaws]

INDEPENDENT WRITING BLOG FOR AN OC BASED IN ORIGINAL LORE. ROBIN BANKS IS BASED IN A FICTIONALIZED WILD WEST SETTING. THIS BLOG IS FOR THOSE 21+ ONLY. MUTUALLY-EXCLUSIVE AND LOW ACTIVITY. HANDCRAFTED BY KIM SINCE 2024. RULES [TBA]. BIO. AFFLIATED WITH @maydette + @dodgebullets.

[philomelia]

i know i have been dead but follow me @maydette if you care about women

[redemn]

❝        now  i  didn't  say  nothin'  about  takin'  my  chances  with  sally  over  here  ,        ❞        asserts  the  outlaw  first  and  foremost  .        ❝        you  got  a  quick  mouth  on  you  .      you  see  a  gun  in  my  hands  ?        ❞        and  with  that  ,      he  moves  his  arms  onto  the  counter  ,      the  sides  of  his  empty  hands  rested  within  her  view  .      for  all  the  bad  he  is  ,      he  counts  himself  a  fool  only  when  he  wishes  to  show  that  he  is  .      in  matters  of  trading  blows  and  quarreling  with  the  locals  of  these  various  parts    …    well  ,      he'd  rather  be  seen  as  competent  ,      and  not  flee  like  a  dog  with  his  tail  between  his  legs  .      he  knows  if  some  woman  comes  out  with  a  shotgun  cradled  in  her  arms  and  the  rage  of  hell  in  her  eyes  ,      he  won't  be  taking  any  chances  with  that  .        ❝        i  told  you  ,      i  ain't  here  lookin'  for  trouble  .        ❞

only  a  drink  .      a  drink  and  a  good  rumor  .      but  annabelle  is  as  quick  of  a  woman  as  she  is  clever  .      as  far  as  the  outlaw  is  concerned  ,      this  barmaid's  eyes  don't  deceive  her  .      there  are  good  reasons  why  most  people  fail  to  meet  his  gaze  ,      why  they  walk  faster  when  they  spot  the  pistol  in  its  holster  at  his  side  ,      why  the  law  keeps  their  eyes  on  him  while  he  does  nothing  but  work  at  cleaning  his  horse's  hooves  .

perhaps  ,      then  ,      it's  why  he  once  more  grips  at  his  glass  ,      taking  a  good  mouthful  to  gulp  down  .      bitter  alcohol  stings  somewhere  deep  in  his  chest  .        ❝        do  i  look  like  the  charitable  type  to  you  ?        ❞        this  question  slithers  through  his  lips  ,      rhetorical  puff  of  air  brushing  past  his  chin  .      no  quirk  gives  away  his  humor  ,      arid  and  disagreeable  .        ❝        what  can  i  do  to  get  it  outta  you  ?        ❞

he makes threats so easily : he has no fuckin' idea who she is, then. in truth, a part of her almost likes it that way (without her father's reputation held over her like a painful reminder of everything she wasn't, she has no one else to be but herself, for whatever that means-- whatever thoughts he has of her, it is clear that they come from who she is, not whose last name fits over her like a noose). sure, it didn't seem like he had the best impression of her, but at least it was a honest one. her impression of him, though, is tainted. thought she might not be able to pick his face out from the thousand of wanted posters that litter their tiny town, he still stinks of trouble.

" if you came in here with your gun out, sally would match you blow for blow, sweetheart. " it is almost a joke, if not for the fact that it's the absolute truth. sally didn't open up a bar just to be walked all over. she was dangerous with a gun (hell, she was dangerous with just about everything she wrapped her greedy hands around : annabelle sure as shit wouldn't fuck with her). " you've got a real death wish if you want to take your chances with that old broad. "

well, had she seen anyone new around? the question caused her head to swivel slightly, this way and that way, as if she was checking to see who else was listening. a few people had taken an interest in their conversation, but they seemed drunk enough that it'd slip right from them the second they stumbled out of the saloon. " maybe, " she hummed, fixing him with her best smile. " i don't give away anything for free though. you never know when you're getting hustled-- i steer away from all charity. "

[crowshoots]

ㅤㅤIT'S WHEN SHE pauses that jesper truly thinks he has her - hook, link, sinker. the answer is good enough. truly, if the fight goes on for longer than fifteen minutes, that means both sides are severely lacking, so thirty minutes is perfectly fine. his head tilts. he's still got that grin affixed to his face. " you offerin'? "

annabelle considers. this is a question of pride as much as it is of tactic. she ain't got any interest in tellin' anyone pretty lies, though. " i think you'd hold your own for about thirty minutes, then you'd get your ass shot to hell. about ten o'em out there. you gotta take someone with you if you wanna last. "