#ranchers win au

[hopepetal]

Little alternate ending fic I wrote for Double Life! Beware the angst :D

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When it ended, the Ranch was gone. Burnt to ash in the heat of the red wars, the animals slaughtered and windows shattered. All that remained were the memories. 

Memories, and two lonely reds with blood on their hands and guilt in their hearts. The crying wind lamented the lost lives in a mournful song as it wove through the trees, brushing strands of hair into Jimmy's face. It had been so long since he last cut his hair. 

God. Out of everything, why was that what he thought of?

“So,” he started, letting the word be taken by the wind. 

“So,” Tango repeated, red eyes that Jimmy had spent so long gazing into flicking away, glancing at the ground. “We won.”

Jimmy let his shoulders sag, the tension he had been holding in his entire body gone. “We won. We won.” He let out a soft, breathy laugh. “We won!”

Tango chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. “I didn't think we'd actually…”

“Me neither!” Jimmy exclaimed, smiling. “Oh, my gosh. Oh my gosh. Does that mean...?” He looked around. “Is there a way out? We won, right? Is there supposed to be some sort of announcement- gosh, I can't believe we broke the curse, I…” He noticed that Tango was being... unusually quiet. Turning back to his rancher, Jimmy felt his smile drop at the sorrowful expression on Tango's face. “...Tango? What's wrong, buddy? Speak to me.”

Tango's eyes met Jimmy's, eyes the colour of poppies gazing at eyes like the sky. “Jimmy…” His voice, which had always been so bright and cheery, sounded like it was weighed down by lead. 

Jimmy felt his heart sink, and he took a few steps forward. “No. No, Tango, don't.” Desperation pushed him forward, and soon he was right in front of his soulmate. “You can't do this to me, Tango. Don't tell me that-”

“There can only be one winner,” Tango finished, his voice a quiet whisper. “I'm so sorry, Jimmy.” Reaching up, he began to unbuckle his chestplate. 

“No, no- Tango-” Jimmy put his hands over Tango's, holding tight. “We- there has to be another way. We'll figure something out! You're good with redstone, right?” He laughed, but there was nothing happy about the sound. “You're good with redstone! I'm sure there's some contraption you can make that can get us out of here!”

“Jimmy.” Tango's voice broke, tears already shining in his eyes. “Jimmy, there's no way out of here. No way out alive.” He stepped away, finishing with unbuckling his chestplate. He discarded the heavy armor to the side with a soft sigh, before quickly doing the same with his boots and pants. “We have to die.”

Jimmy felt hot tears of anger and sorrow welling up in his eyes, and he angrily sniffled. “Tango…” Never had he felt so helpless. Never.

Tango unsheathed his sword and flipped it around, holding on carefully to the blade as he held the hilt out to Jimmy. “I want you to kill me.”

The words were a punch to the gut, and Jimmy felt as though all the air had left his lungs. He could only stare at those desperate, pleading eyes as the first few tears began to fall down his face. “...no. No, no, no, absolutely not, I can't- I couldn't-!”

Tango smiled sadly, bowing his head slightly. “Think of it as payback for me losing our first life.” Despite how he was trying so hard to stay brave, his voice shook. 

Jimmy began to cry as well, his eyes blurring with tears that he tried to blink away frustratedly. “No! Tango, you can't- it's unfair! This whole thing! It's so unfair! I won't- I can't-!”

“Jimmy!”

Jimmy went silent.

“Take it.” Tango thrust the sword toward Jimmy, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed. “Take the sword, Jimmy. Take it and kill me.” He finally looked up, tears streaming down his face as he met those sky-coloured eyes. “Kill me, Jimmy. Kill me and win.”

“We'll both die anyway,” Jimmy got out, as he took the sword nonetheless.

“I know.”

“I'm so sorry.”

“I know.”

Jimmy took a deep, shaking breath, sword at his side, and closed the distance between them. He rested his forehead against Tango's, wrapping his wings- clipped, broken, unable to carry him to the stars- around them both. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Tango gave him an encouraging smile. “Go on. Break that curse. For good.” He brought his hands up to gently wipe away the tears staining Jimmy's face. “My rancher.” 

TangoTek was slain by SolidarityGaming. SolidarityGaming died.

[nixie-deangel]

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[stridersdiner]

Rancher!Graves x gn!Reader

You visit the ranch to dote on his animals. He's curious about something.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

"You any good at ridin'?"

The question catches you off guard. You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, crouched onto the ground, the little calf nuzzling its head playfully into your hands. Phil's smile isn't as devious as you thought it would be. In fact, it's sweet, curious. And your mind fizzles as you replay his words in your head, almost disappointed that it was a genuine question. He stands at ease, arm crossed over his broad chest, resting the weight of himself through his hip against the fence.

"Kinda question is that?"

He shrugs. "You'd be surprised at the amount'a folk who can't saddle up properly."

"And it's a mystery as to why you think that," you simper, rolling your eyes as you turn yourself back to the calf, who's been circling you for the past minute and a half to catch your attention.

"I reckon yer daddy would've taught ya' young?"

And you nod. "No escaping it. Part of life here, isn't it?"

"Yeah, suppose so."

The silence lingers for a moment as you play with the calf like it's a puppy, and, as he stares at you, Phil can't help but think about how the two of you even became friends and how your relationship got friendlier with each rodeo trophy he's received. About the first one.

Lights brighter than the sun beam down on the area, lighting them and the next few miles of empty land up like a military base. His ears are pounding from the speakers, the crowd, the confetti, and the blank shots fired in the air as he smiles from ear to ear, shaking hands, and holding up the metal horse triumphantly as the flashes of cameras go off at all angles. And when he turns around to start making his way off of the stage, he's swarmed with congratulations, whistles, pats on the back. Someone is lazily attempting to hand him a half drunken beer, and he can only laugh as the fella drops it by accident. Everything is so quick. It only takes about four more steps before he's approached again, this time by two. A fan and their pa, he can only assume. But when the pounding in his ears goes away and everything is silent for a moment as he locks eyes with them, he pushes out a big breath he didn't know he had been holding. He has to remind himself that their father is talkin' to him, and he rips his gaze away to pay attention. His chest tightens as the pounding comes back, and he can hear cheers and shouts again. A picture? Phil smiles. "Oh, 'course! Y' wanna hold the check?" He hands it over and you take it shyly, hands smaller than his fumbling to find a good grip on it as he steps over to stand next to you. Your father is just beaming behind the camera as he brings it up to find an angle. "Get closer! I promise they don't bite, Phil, I raised 'em better than that." And you feel him shuffle closer with a step. His arm cages over your shoulder as he leans in, and you catch a trace of his cologne just under the smell of horse, cattle, and sweat. You smile nervously, just like the year before this, and the year before that. You barely have the mind to register that Phil had moved away from you to your dad as he showed him the picture. They laugh together, hum of their conversation filling your ears but no words to discern. Too focused on him. Your heart jumps to your throat when his smile doesn't falter after he catches you staring. Your dad shuffles off, spotting some friends a little ways away, and you're left with him. The silence between you two is sharp- like you can feel it in your head. He purses his lips as he taps two fingers on the check, trying to get your attention again. "Wanna get a drink sometime?"

His eyes focus on you again. You look up at him from the ground, head tilted as you stare back into blue.

"You alright there, cowboy?"

He shifts on his feet as he uncrosses his arms, stepping over to crouch down next to you.

"Never better, darlin'," he reaches down to run his hand over the calf's brown coat. "Didn't answer my question though."

"Huh?"

You turn to look at him again. There's that devilish smile he's been hiding.

"Any good at ridin'?"

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@mockerycrow @kivi-no

[finnzcorner]

Finally getting around to publishing the fic I'm working on. I only have the short prologue out as of now but am currently working on the first chapter of the story.

I have also decided to features ships like Ranchers and Gripulse. Cause I love them more than anything :]

[the-moon-files]

Wait, quick idea! Twilight looks like the only hylian in his village because everyone else has round ears, so what if he wasn’t as surprised as the others to see their human companion so resilient, but still fairly impressed because of the fact that most if not all people in his village don’t put themselves in as drastic situations as the reader? Or is this just humans from our world?

get out of my head lmao /lh - you, me, and wayfayrr are actually the same person on diff accounts LMAO

im of the belief that (blame @wayfayrr, my beloved) that he knows of humans bc of some in his village but yeah, just not the type of human in drastic situations

(ALSO they wrote me a fun, long, glorious, male reader human space orc au fic for winning their raffle a bit ago, and it brings up their headcanon abt this and i Adore It actually, check it out here pls if u wanna know🤲)

(also if u see this wayfayrr, sorry for the ping, also should i be calling u moss? or wayfayrr?? idk which, i hope thats even ok to ask 😭 i assumed u would call my ass Moon)

Moon: Male-Masc Reader (he/him)

Orbit: short headcanons-ish, rambling mostly

Stars: Twilight Princess Link (Twi/Twilight), mentions of other Links

Comets & Meteors: CWs: none known, & TWs: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

to reiterate what i said up there, in case u skipped it for the bullet points,

i like the headcanon he knows humans, knows some of their quirks, and how they were the first ppl the other hylian villagers called on to help stuck cows or downed wagons, lots of heavy lifting stuff

but he really hasnt seen the extent of real humans, bc the humans who were in Ordon, well, they lived in hylian society,

why would they need the adrenaline to lift a car when hylians have set up whole tools and systems in all their towns to help lift just a full bucket of water out of the well??

not to mention, i think all the humans in his village were older adults? like at least not the age theyd be doing things like parkour or going to any trampoline parks type of age,

id imagine its more like stories talked about amongst hylians how hard humans can go, and even the humans themselves talked abt things like,

“well compared to u hylians, we have stomachs made of molten lava to you guys really, but we never have to use it, bc u know hylian food works just fine”

when Twi asked they would say stuff like that, but as soon as he saw ur human ass just picking wildflowers and berries off the side of the road to snack on? even random grasses/vines at some point (kudzu)?? easily eating Wild’s Dubious Food that's DEFINITELY got monster parts in it???! gnawing on the bone of a cucco and it just breaks??!!! and you look surprised too, thank fuck finally a normal reaction from u- oh my goddesses u were just curious (damn the elders were right abt human curiosity too) **and are now sucking out the marrow and eating the bone-!!!!!!!!!!!!

Twilight’s perspective of you is actually the equivalent of like, reading stories about vampires all ur life, then this new friend you made starts to get allergic to garlic, crave blood, has crazy strength and advanced senses, etc

and he’s just watching those honest-to-Hylia human mythological feats play out in real time in front of him, like he’s the only self-aware character in the story that immediately clocks the really obvious vampire as a vampire lmao

is the first to either 1. start choking on his laugh as he theoretically knows ur about to jump on the back of a lynel/hinox to ride it around and watch as the others come to the same conclusion OR 2. try to Stop you from jumping on said big monster in an attempt to ride it around bc he gets used to ur human BS quicker than the others and can see it coming a mile away now lol

very much so this meme:

(ur welcome i made it myself <3)

anyway id love to rant abt this dynamic

abt both Twi’s shock at you eating peppers like a god has come down from the sky to prove their immortality,

but also poor rancher esstientally humansitting you too lmao

the Chain/Time/Wars absolutely put him down as the resident human expert like: “ok he just drank like, 5? No- Four stop him from drinking more at least- (dual sighs). okay, 6 stamina potions, will that kill him??”

Twilight, saviour of Hyrule, of the Twili, Link from Twilight Princess himself,

has to keep a record book of all the new shit he’s heard/learned about humans in Ordon, what he has actively learned abt ur ass just fucking around and finding out, and the few bread crumbs of information u give him abt ur species

(that rlly just come off as kind of cryptid statements abt u/humanity, or don't apply in this scenario bc ur only comparison is Earth Rules, which honestly scare every single fucking one of them in the same way as walking on Ganon’s lawn or something, like straight up view ur home planet as enemy territory, the Amazon jungle, the Hyrule wilds if you will-)

Twilight also gets involuntarily volunteered for human-sitting duty too

tbh the only person Not allowed on human-sitting duty, when u guys go new areas esp, is Wild/Hyrule

you’d tell him you wanna get inside the guardian robot to operate it and ride it around and he’d probably be in shock you even fathomed something like that, yet also now EXTREMELY intrigued to watch it play out

(they’re both more of a “u wanna jump off a cliff?? that's actually crazy, wait for me please.” he seems to think he can somehow protect you if he joins you? its worked sometimes to be fair to him ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ just not really conveniently when the rest of the Chain are around lmao)

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i live btw, ive been writing/updating fics along with life updates (moving states/new job/online class) so a few asks will hopefully be answered over here in the next 2ish weeks

no promises, my life is kinda girlbossing at the moment too close to the sun and i am Nervous abt disappointing u guys

i already feel like im disappointing my other blog bc i haven't posted in forever bc im writing a fic instead of asks during any free time i dedicate to writing for it so :/

pls excuse my super slowness like a package ur waiting for in the mail or smth type of slow

AGAIN thanks for the ask!! i hope this was at least entertaining to read as some addon to what u said, you guys have gotta check out some of wayfayrr’s stuff if ur into this, bc they're the only other place i can think of that's talked abt humans not just being the same as hylians

have a great week!!

Peace out hugs and chaos,

🌙

[aliferous-ly]

ranchers au of the story of a woman who'll marry whoever can get the key off her cats neck

except it's tango, who is a magician of sorts so he's highly sought after, so he comes up with this test of whoever can get the key he'll marry. people start setting traps and whatnot. most of them tango avoids with ease, but he gets caught in one. depressed, he waits for the inevitable downfall.

only, the person who finds him isnt the one who set the trap. a man finds him, and, aghast at the sight, let's tango go. later in town as jimmy recounts this happenstance everyone around him angrily tells him off because he's squandered this perfect opportunity, and this is how Jimmy finds out about the contest.

he thinks the contest is rather upsetting, because how could someone set the whole town against a poor cat like that?

jimmy takes it upon himself to take care of the cat. he listens as people brag about traps so he can find them and dismantle them. he leaves food and fresh water out when he can, and sets up a small shelter for when it rains. he can't imagine that the cat will use it, with it looking so obviously like a trap, but he sets it up anyway.

he gets a rather negative reputation in town because of this. but instead of backing down, jimmy instead snaps back about what kind of person tango must be, to pit the whole town against an innocent animal! because of the pushback from the townspeople he gets rather righteous about his position.

his opinion is cemented further as the cat slowly learns to trust him. sometimes Jimmy rants to the cat about his neglectful and cruel owner.

time passes. many people in town give up on their endeavors. they set traps, but can't afford to check them frequently. they're too busy working. jimmy gains the cats trust and the cat hides in the shelter he built it. eventually, the cat even walks into his home.

jimmy all but adopts this cat, at this point. he feeds it, cares for it, makes sure it's safe during storms and warm on cold nights. the cat hangs around him all the time, the key dangling from its neck. it's startling, the first time the cat jumps on his lap, but jimmy rewards this trust with lots of pets and nothing else.

the cat grows bolder. it bumps it's forehead against jimmy's hand, curls up on jimmy's lap, and yowls for food at the crack of dawn. it leaves the house but never for longer than a day, always returning with an expectant gaze.

Jimmy tries to ignore the key but he grows restless. this tango guy hasn't even asked about his cat, and Jimmy's been caring for it for ages! He knows the key is to tangos house and is only for the winning suitor, but after the weather turns cold and jimmy despairs about how the cat would survive in such extreme weather without help, he takes the key and stomps up to tangos house to give him a piece of his mind.

it's a long, winding path. The cat follows him the whole way, which is odd, since the cat usually only follows Jimmy when he's safe at home. jimmy reaches the house and he knocks first, he has manners, but after no answer he unlocks it and storms in.

only, the whole place is empty. it's clean, someone clearly lives here, but there's nobody home. jimmy deflates. the cat jumps on a large cushioned chair and stares at him.

jimmy slumps over to the cat and pets it, mumbling about what to do next. he does one final sweep of the house (in jimmy's opinion, if tango wanted privacy he wouldnt have put his key on a cat!). and when he turns back to the cat, hands on his hips and ready to announce failure, his cat isn't... there. in it's place is a man with fiery red hair and a smirk firmly upon his lips.

jimmy has his moments of foolishness but he's not dense. he makes the connection. he realizes, and gapes at the man -- at tango, who's been the cat all along.

tango teases him about marriage and jimmy flusters. the two of them finally get to know each other outside of the contest and tango is firm in his reward, announcing it to the townspeople (many of which are furious at Jimmy, loudest anti-tango spokesman around, being the winner).

and jimmy and tango fall in love and live happily ever after the end.

and yes, jimmy is incredibly embarrassed about unknowingly insulting tango to his face. tango, for his part, found it hilarious and it actually endeared him to jimmy, since jimmy was so furious on the cat's behalf.

[factual-fantasy]

29 asks! Thank you!! :)) 🐙

(Referencing this post)

They'd probably try to find some kind of orphanage to give the baby to. With Red as a family exception- the life of a pirate is no life for a child! :((

@glitchhayden418

I think this is a classic case of "two wrongs don't make a right" my friend <XDD

(Referencing this post)

That might work.. 😔 Thank you for the advice!

@sevenheven7011

I have heard of it! :0 Its a game I think..?

@kermit-ydafrog

I gotta write that down! XD

@depressoblueberryoflife

Not sure, and not surprised <XD 💀💔

@quillsinkwell

Oh hey!! Its those little critters from spirited away! I saw the movie a few weeks ago. I think they're adorable! :)) And I 100% see the resemblance to my sona XDD

(Referencing this post)

A Google doc sounds like it might be the best/only solution. Which is very unfortunate because I don't know how to make them, I don't want to learn how, and I just wish everything could stay on Tumblr.. 😔

Thank you for the advice though, much appreciated! :)

Exactly, all this and more I imagine.😔Trying so hard to be calm and stoic but its just eating him up inside that he doesn't know where his baby brother is. Blaming himself, beating himself up for it.. the works..

I have now! XDD

@nerdy-aroace (Referencing this post)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY SLIME RANCHER AU STUFF!! :DDD

@ody-and-fanatu

:DDD Thank you!! I'm glad you like my Mario stuff! :))

There would be some plot holes if I wanted Grim to dynamax <XD though I had a comic draft where he mega evolved.. :00

@imaplantyay

Uhg. More stolen artwork..

Also that comic was never finished, nor do i I intend to ever finish it..

@wolfie-777

Something tells me that Luna would win because she has guns <XDD

Though if we don't include guns, mayyybe still Luna.? She has the intelligence of a person but the body of a werewolf. Maybe she'd win..? :0

@collisionofthestars-newblog

XDD Now I cant stop thinking about it!

@raven-bearden-the-interviewer42

Probably Seafoam, Octo, Spidercrab and Louis.

Seafoam because she loves him, Spidercrab because he's a medic, Louis to lighten the mood, and Octo because he'd actually know how to survive on an island XDD

Permission granted! :DD

@importantnightwerewolf

🥰Thank you!! :))

Thank you so much! :DD And I think adopting small headcanons like that here and there is alright :)) Thank you for asking! :}}}

@artistiemi

<XD No idea, I cant even remember when I changed it. Welcome back though! :))

(Link in post)

Ohh! I see, that was just the skeleton version of saying "your forehead is hot!" when someone has a fever <XD

@caronaro-flipaclip

🥺🥺🥺

Thank you..... I put a lot of effort and heart into them.. 🥺💞💞

They would FREAK OUT if they saw that <XDD Horrifying!

I'm still into FNAF SB! :00 And honestly I find that ending a little silly <XDD

(Referencing this post (?))

Ingo and Emmet are twin brothers :00 naturally their relationship is 100% platonic and brotherly 👍👍

I have not, but I've heard really good things about it! :000

[frozenjokes]

long list of mcyt ships and my dumbass opinions this post was getting too long and I have so much more to say

skizzpulse: needed to write about this because I don’t ship them at all but something is deeply weird about them in a way that is neither platonic or romantic. They have transcended human definitions of Relationship to me. No they’re not a QPR either. They’re weirder. Whatever you’re thinking they’re weirder. Do not separate. Attached at the hip.

etho: etho is in a realm of his own where I simply can not ship him. he’s not doing the romance. he’s not doing the qpr. he’s not doing shit. And it’s not because he can’t pull bitches; he is swagless and a loser in a way that brings ALL the boys to the yard (as opposed to Grian who is similar except he can’t pull anyone), he’s simply getting weird with it. He walks right past any sort of relationship into something deeper; resident sopping wet animal. aro/ace also but this isn’t nearly as relevant as the autism

cubscar/convex: favorite hermitcraft ship and it is not even close. It is NOT EVEN CLOSE. in the way scarian are both covered in lighter fluid and holding matches, convex are also doing that except it’s become a game of who can set the other on fire without being lit up themselves, and they’re both having the times of their lives (ends with both of them on fire every time without fail and it’s usually scar’s fault). they’re insane about it. the vex shit???? insane. their minds are beautiful and deeply wrong. I think they should kill each other.

solidaritimes: I will never forgive Scott smajor for separating scar and Jimmy in secret life he has no idea what he took from me. In a world where Jimmy is often the butt of the joke (by his own volition, I understand) the sheriff deputy thing was fucking beautiful. Sunshine and rainbows, love and support and adoration and everything good and healthy. A massive breath of fresh air and easily my favorite part of the hermitpires crossover. They mean everything to me. I’ve never seen such losers be so in love. Failgirl power.

redscape: another banger. These guys are GOOFY and I think Scar hits a magical combination of being Completely Exasperating vs Setting Off Mumbo’s Bullshit Radar which makes them bounce off each other in a lot of fun ways. They are versatile as a couple between banter and shenanigans and dedication, it’s a pairing I generally think of as very healthy and fun and if you also like all of these things don’t read my Boatem Ghosts AU because I make redscape awful and Mumbo pays the full price! Whoops! I love to think about them falling fast if I am writing them as romantically/sexually inclined characters, where Scar is frustrating but at the same time charming and silly in a way that draws Mumbo in. Mumbo on the other hand challenges Scar and chips away at his facade in ways he finds exciting. I like a Scar that wants to prove himself to Mumbo, win him over, where Mumbo is just lightly exasperated about the whole thing.

cleo/cub: probably the only pair on this list that I think are friends normal style. I just really adore normal style friends cleo and cub feuding about their museums so I had to tell you. I need to write them as friends more often. I love thinking about cub helping cleo fix up her stitches as well as other maintenance on their body. guys who nudity doesn’t matter to they’re both just chilling with their shirts off. special platonic dynamic to me.

ranchers: I don’t care about ranchers

moonrot: I don’t normally ship cleo and pearl in most of the smps or whatever. However. The specific dynamic they have in my boatem ghosts au makes me a little insane I really like them together. Pearl is a little bit deranged in her Wanting Revenge On Scar but ougghg that pirate scar’s hanging out with… she’s so cool… and then Cleo brings them to the ghost island and Pearl thinks she’s even cooler cleo is So Awesome ougghggh and then she gets worried because Scar is a Ultra Murderer TM so she’s quite protective over Cleo and doesn’t like Scar being around them AT ALL but her ass is dead so she’s not doing shit about it. The pining once Scar is out of the picture is Out Of Control. I should write a one shot about this.

ethubs: I think this is the only ship I can honestly say has ever been too weird for me. I think they’re deranged in a way that makes my skin crawl. I am deeply afraid of them. They’ve never kicked it normal style in their lives. I look at them and I don’t know what I’m seeing. It scares me. I respect this ship deeply and leave freshly slaughtered sacrifices at an altar once a week in a hope that will be enough for ethubs to leave me alone.

[3000-200-grains-of-salt]

I need motivation and i'm indecisive :,)

*Please please please don't reblog or comment more than, like, twice.

(e.g. if you vote for Fic A, i'll write 20 words on it even if it doesnt win. and if Fic B wins, every note on this post will make me write 15 words on Fic B)

[astericias]

Hello! Is this AU based on Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind? It’s been a while since I’ve watched the movie. Care to elaborate how it relates if at all?

YES IT IS ^_^!!! my au is pretty similar to the movie!! the memories are just not the same of course but I do keep some of the dialogue.

Grian erases all his memories of Scar after he wins secret life, and when Scar finds out (thanks to Etho and Joel) he decides to do the same thing. Tango, Scott (maybe Bigb too I haven't decided on that yet...) and Jimmy are the ones who are in charge of the procedure.

Any memory from the life series that Scar has of Grian starts getting erased starting from secret life, and just like in the movie, as Scar is reliving his memories he realizes that he doesn't actually want to erase Grian from his life or his mind, so he tries to stop the procedure or hide Grian in embarrassing memories so he's not taken from him.

desert duo are the main characters but there's a little bit of flower husbands and a little bit of the ranchers in there :3 most dynamics are based on double life but there's still friendships and stuff from other seasons!

[strwberri-milk]

Songs of Sorrow - Ch. 8

Rancher!AU || Boothill x Fem!Reader || Slowburn, Drama

Your heart stops at the sound of footsteps coming around the corner, standing over the stove like you’ve been caught in an act of criminality. You’d been here for about a week now, getting settled into Boothill’s daily schedule and became painfully aware that the two of you were the only tenants in his large home. You’d thought that his staff would live with him but it turned out they drive themselves to his land every day they worked, usually only spending the night if there was a big event that required more hours or if they drank themselves into a drunken stupor. 

You’d barely manage to wake up early in general, not to mention your measly attempts at waking up before Boothill. It seemed he raced the sun every morning to see who would get up first and he always had an uncanny habit of winning. 

This morning was special. You were somehow able to wake up before even he did, having crashed early the night before after cleaning his entire house top to bottom much to his dismay. You’re trying to make him what you think would be a filling breakfast for a hard day’s work, hoping that it wouldn’t be too heavy for him to have so early in the morning. The crackle of bacon on the pan must have woke him up, turning to come face to face with a Boothill that’s underdressed and still seemingly sleepy. 

“Mornin’ darlin’. What’re ya doin’ up so early?” he yawns, drawl sounding even stronger.

You can barely focus on the way his morning voice sounds so low in his chest when coming face to face with said chest. You try not to gawk too openly at his chiseled body, broad shoulders bare. Your eyes flick over the silvery trail of hair on the lower part of his stomach, V line directing your eyes further along those sweatpants as you gulp, suddenly feeling parched.

After you get over your initial wave of depraved thoughts you slowly realise that he’s covered in scars. You can’t imagine he got them all from ranching, biting back the urge to ask him questions before turning back to pay attention to your cooking. 

“I thought it’d be nice to make you some breakfast.” 

He comes up beside you, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. You can see out of the corner of your eye just how muscular his arms are, more of those scars criss crossing the muscle. 

“That’s real sweet a’ ya but ya’know ya didn’ have to do that, didntcha?” 

You get the sense that when he’s more awake he tones down his accent around you, wondering if that was something he did on purpose or just something he’s accustomed to with how rough his voice sounds. He eyes your cooking curiously, hair just barely pushed out of his face as he squints. 

“I know, but I wanted to. You’re going to have to get used to it.” 

He laughs, a wonderful rumbling that’s barely audible over the sound of your bacon that’s going to burn if you don’t pay attention to it.

“You’re cookin’ a lot. Worried I don’t eat enough? I’m gonna start lazin’ about if ya feed me too much,” he continues, heading over to the coffee pot to find that you’ve already started brewing a pot. 

“I wasn’t sure how much you eat and I thought it’d be better to be safe than sorry. If anything you could eat the leftovers later or cram them all into a sandwich to take into the fields with you,” you suggest, plating up a dish for him as you urge him to sit down at the table. 

He tiredly begins to partake in the meal, ignoring the knife you set out for him and just going in with his fork. You watch him almost astonished, seeing a side to him that you hadn’t expected. 

“I never thought that you could ever be tired,” you say in an attempt to make small talk.

“Hmm? Can’t be bouncin’ off the wall all the time. I’d need to be on some serious drugs to pull that off,” he jokes, looking at you in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. 

There’s something in his gaze that’s uncensored in this moment, an affection that you think you’d be blind not to notice. You’re not sure if he’s in his right mind when he’s this tired, coughing drily as you stand up from the table to get him a cup of coffee. 

“Cream? Sugar?” 

“None of the above sweetheart.”

You hand him the cup of black coffee and watch with wide eyes as he chugs the entire thing as though it isn’t just under the threshold of boiling hot, standing in shock as he drinks it as though it was nothing. He gets up and pours himself another cup, this time taking a sip as he sits back down to enjoy his breakfast. 

“Gotta say I’m pleasantly surprised you woke up before me. Thought I was already lucky enough to see ya before lunch those few times you woke up “early”,” he teases, polishing off his plate in record time and going to wash his silverware. 

“I have to admit I’m already getting tired. I’ll probably go back to bed soon.” 

His eyes drift over to the window, the sky beginning to colour as the sun makes it ascent into the sky. 

“Stay out with me a bit longer. Just enough to watch the sun come up.” 

You bite back a yawn as you follow him onto the deck, shivering a little in the cold morning. He seems totally unaffected, the breeze simply ruffling through his hair that looks far too perfect for a man who spends all day roughhousing.

“Does the sunrise look different in space?” you ask Boothill quietly, not wanting to be too loud lest you wake up something. 

“Never really had time to pay attention to it while I was workin’,” he says just as softly, peering down into his coffee mug as he swirls the dark liquid. 

“Couldn’t lose focus, not even for a second.”

You want to ask him more, knowing that people talked about how he was a skilled fighter of some sort. Nobody seemed to give you a straight answer, possibilities varying from some sort of secret special ops for an intergalactic agency to a gun for hire. Standing here, looking at him so at peace you can’t imagine him doing anything else. 

“I missed it though. Watchin’ the sun. The places I went well…could barely see the stars when I landed. Too much a’ that light pollution shit.” 

“Is that why you came back?” 

“Entirely. I missed feeling the wind in my hair, the feelin’ of dirt and grass underfoot, the warmth of the sun on my skin. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to just…savour bein’ alive, ya’know?” 

You understand him wholly, nodding along with his statement. Sure you didn’t spend your time travelling through space but you had been forced to live in between for so long. You scarcely knew what it felt like to just be able to breathe freely, your day dictated by nothing more than your desire. You spent your time traversing around the desire of other, knowing full well your money depended on how desirable you seemed. 

“I didn’t think I’d be able to feel at peace but then…somethin’ happened. And I’ve grown comfortable with the beatin’ of my heart again,” he says after a moment, seeming unsure himself as to what that something was. 

“I see,” you say as you can’t come up with anything else to say. 

His eyes are gazing out into the fields, the hiss of grass accented with the whooshing of a strong breeze sweeping through his estate. You know he’s not here right now, mind dwelling on something that you don’t think you’ll ever be able to reach. You thought a life like he led was envious, travelling as he wished and making more than enough money to live off of comfortably. 

In this moment though, you wonder who the man before that was. What his smile looked like before his skin was marred, spidery lines traversing across patches of tanned skin. His hands must have been soft at some point, a small child happily bringing his find of the day to parents who were more than happy to pull him into his lap and murmur a name so sweet it barely makes it to your ears. 

You wonder what it would feel like to be loved so wholly, chest aching at the thought. Without realising it your cheeks are wet with a bitter mix of anger and longing, wishing that your memories of “home” weren’t so loud. It’s overbearing, mind trying to shut off desperately as your breath comes in short gasps, suddenly feeling like the world was both far too big and small at the same time. 

Your distressed breaths calm as you feel your body get pulled into the hard planes of Boothill’s chest, the first coherent thought your brain manages to make being that he’s somehow softer than you thought he would be. His arms wrap around your chest as he brings your back against him, keeping you in position to continue watching the sun crawl up the sky at a leisurely pace. Your breathing finally begins to slow in his arms, feeling his face rest against your hair as he counts out the rise and fall of your chest soothingly. 

“It’s alright doll. I’m right here,” you hear him tell you, tears running down your cheeks faster. 

You’re suddenly hyper aware that he’s holding you. 

Holding you. 

Boothill.

You pull yourself out of his grasp quickly, muttering apologies as you run up to your room to go back to sleep, not quite able to get the smell of his aftershave off of your skin. 

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧───  ｡ﾟ☆ *.☽ .*☆｡ﾟ ───✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Boothill spends the rest of his morning on the deck, nursing his cup of coffee as he finds himself with a bit of extra time for once in a while. His hands play with the mug in his hands, mirroring the way you held it when you brought it to him and wondering if some of the warmth on the porcelain was from your hands. He hopes it was. 

He’s about to head inside again when he hears footsteps coming up on the gravel, a little surprised that it didn’t follow the sound of a truck pulling up on the driveway. His eyes fall onto a familiar figure, relaxing as he realises he doesn’t need to run into the house to grab one of many concealed weapons. 

“Geryll. Been a while, hasn’t it?” 

The woman nods with a smile, a basket tucked under her arm as she skips up the steps. 

“Thought you could get some breakfast in you. I baked these fresh. You work too hard to not have someone looking out for you,” she says sweetly. 

He takes the basket from her arms, lifting the checked cloth as the smell of fresh breakfast pastries wafts out. He smiles kindly at her, setting it down on a table just beside him. 

“Thanks. Your family makes the best bread I think I’ve ever had,” he says genuinely, nodding towards the table inside. 

“Had breakfast already though. I’ll be sure to share these with the others when they come.”

She nods in agreement, crossing her arms as she shivers a little in the chill of the morning. 

“I’m glad you like them. I tried a new recipe this time in hopes of correcting some of the stuff you mentioned not liking last time.” 

“You didn’t hafta go through all that trouble for me. I just got a particular taste is all.” 

“What are good neighbours for? I need to thank you for the product you send over on a regular basis after all. Thanks to you we don’t have to spend a fortune on meat at the grocery store.” 

Similarly to yourself, Boothill doesn’t notice the way her eyes wander down his body. He’s oblivious as he starts to wake up some more, finally ready to head inside and start getting dressed for the day. 

“You should head back. Your brother’s sure to worry if he wakes up and sees ya ain’t at home,” he warns, playfully shooing her off his deck. 

“I’m a grown woman! I can do whatever I want.” 

He laughs in response, crossing his arms as he shakes his head. 

“You’re right about that but if I had a little sister like you I’d be worried senseless if I couldn’t find her this early in the morning. Go on, just go back home. Come visit during business hours next time. Wait - just give me a second.” 

He makes his way back inside, grabbing a pair of boots and a flannel.

“I’ll walk you back home. Come now.” 

She makes an attempt for his hand that he doesn’t see, pulling out his phone to send you a quick text that if you’re still up he’s just going down the street for a quick minute. He didn’t want you to worry, even if the chance of you seeing him walking off his property was zero to none. 

The two of them make it to the other property fairly quickly, Boothill waving his hand to greet the farmer. Gyrell quickly makes her way inside, leaving the two men outside to talk. 

“Mikhal, didn’t think I’d see you out this morning,” Boothill laughs, clasping hands with the other man. “Your sister came to drop somethin’ off for me. I assume it’s the fruits of your labour?” 

“You know how she is,” Mikahl responds, rolling his eyes. 

“I don’t mind her love for baking at all - the wife and I can focus on the crops while she prepares the fresh bread for the shops. I told her to wait until you’d be up before runnin’ over to deliver to you but she insisted she had to beat you to breakfast. She didn’t wake ya, did she?” 

“Nah, nothin’ of the sort,” Boothill reassures. “I just wanted to make sure she got home safe.” 

The other man is about to protest before Boothill shuts up him, shaking his head. 

“I know she can take care of herself. I just worried if there are any coyotes or the like runnin’ about waitin’ for their chance.” 

“Speakin’ of, you heard about what’s happening over at Stardust Lounge?” 

“No. Somethin’ the matter?” 

Mikhal’s eyes light up, clearly excited to share the hot new piece of gossip with Boothill. 

“Get this. That lounge singer you keep going to see? Missin’. Nobody knows where she went and Sampo’s pissed. He’s been checkin’ in on people in town, tryna figure out where she could’a gone but nobody knows what happened. He’s been chasin’ a lead where someone said they heard a commotion behind the bar but the cameras were cut so he’s got no lead anymore.” 

Boothill hums curiously, playing along. 

“He’s offered a reward for anybody who can find her. Ten thousand. Pretty sweet deal, don’t you think?” 

“You got any idea where she is?” he asks. 

“Not a clue but if I find her I’ll be more than happy to split the prize money with you if you help me out. You were a bounty hunter before, weren’t you? Surely finding her wouldn’t be all that difficult for you.” 

“I’m out of it now,” he says with a shake of his head. “I’ve got more important things to worry about than a pretty girl that went missin’.” 

“Come on, don’t tell me you really feel that way. You went to shows just for her. Don’t tell me you’re secretly hidin’ her away,” he laughs. 

“Nothin’ of the sort. I just have a livelihood to make and staff to pay. Try focusin’ on that yourself, yeah?” Boothill retorts, biting back a little instinctively. 

Mikhal backs off, putting his hands up in mock surrender as he laughs. 

“Alright, alright, I got it,” he drawls, stepping backward to go back into his house. 

“Just wanted to let you know if you wanted to make a quick buck.”

“‘Ppreciate it but that won’t be necessary.”

Boothill makes his way back to the house, nerves beginning to eat him a little as he jogs the walk. He knows there’s no way anybody knows that you’re staying with him but he knows that kind of money isn’t something to laugh at. Logically, he knows that you’re perfectly safe but that doesn’t stop him from worrying. 

“Boothill?” you mutter sleepily under the sheets, turning to face him once you hear him enter your room. 

“Something wrong?” 

You begin to sit up and he hushes you, coming to the side of the bed as he urges you to lay back down. 

“Nothin’s wrong doll,” he reassures, instinctively reaching out to hold your cheek in his hand. 

“Just wanted to make sure you’re going back to bed. Sleep tight, alright?” 

You shuffle around a little as you work to get comfortable again. He sits next to you, still holding you. His eyes widen as you nuzzle against him, thumb gently moving against your cheek. His eyes soften as his heart finally settles, calm coming over him as he watches you sleep. 

The silence is broken up too soon when he hears the sound of tires crunching on the gravel. There’s laughter and early morning greetings and he realises he doesn’t have anything set up for the others as they come in. He loathes to leave you but he has to in this moment, finding your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 

[flowersformyloves]

I will probably be drawing all of these so if your ship doesn't win just stick around and you'll probably see it! 😀

Ps if there's other ships you wanna see just ask! put who you wanna see shipped and I might draw them

Also I will be taking requests for other people you wanna see so if you want to see me draw like mumbo or scar or grian for this au just ask I'll probably reply with the design 😋

[tmntstorycomp]

TMNT Story Comp Ultimate Midround Hightime Hell Tournament Round Two

Meet the competitors under the cut!

Leonardo from Kitty's TMNT-verse (belongs to @kittynumyum)

"Because my Leo deserves to win in a category he would be very stupid in"

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Rupert Swaggert from Soulmates (Evil) (belongs to @error-core-animations)

"Mikey becomes a wizard after getting away from him. That asshole is canonically going to be the victim of a wizard's curse. And he will deserve it."

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(Rise)Bishop from TMNT Fargo AU Year 5 (belongs to @jxstacey)

"Year 5 of the AU is the most absurd, and Bishop is practically no excuse either. He pretty much strives off of finding himself in the most absurd situations possible as a private investigator(and on and off cowboy/rancher) that hangs around bars(and has been to AND escaped from The Hidden City within a dar sometime in his past), and without spoiling, him being cursed by a wizard would actually fit with his character."

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Bradford from Black and Brown Fur AU (belongs to @haro0o)

"Hes a giant half dead wolf! How can you see that and not think that he got cursed by a wizard?? Hes a loudmouth that 50% of the time pissed off someone that bellow or the same rate as him. No one will be suprised that he got cursed by a wizard because he pissed them off"

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April O'Neil from Teenage Mutant Teetle Beetles (belongs to @beetleviolet)

"April got cursed not because she was disrespectful or rude to the wizard, but because she is incredible excited to meet some proof of the supernatural world, something she has been studying for years, and annoys him so much he curses her with silence so she will leave him alone. Jokes on him, Donnies been teaching her sign language!"

[wassupmygays]

ummm hello I would like way more about hunger games au pls I'll take anything wheres Jimmy where's Tango wheres Scar from I will take whatever you give me I will go feral over this thank you

!!!! ok first off i just wanna say u made my day with this ask im so excited that other people r excited abt this and want to hear my explosions (also i definitely want to make individual profile posts for each tribute so this will be. sparknotes of what i have thought up so far :D) Tango - i have tango in district 3, along with mumbo. district 3 is the technology district, and with mumbos redstone contraptions and tango's decked out programming, it felt very obvious placements to me :] i dont think they were very close at all before the games. not in a bad way, just they didn't cross eachothers paths all that much (subject to change but in life series canon theyre never on the same team iirc). theyre cordial in the proceedings before the games but dont train together or plan to team up. tango, skizz, and bigb eventually ally together during the training days before the games! (aka heart foundation) Jimmy - jimmy and scar are actually from the same district, district 11! 11 is the agriculture district, and to place jimmy in this district i pulled from his ranchers and empires sheriff vibes if that makes sense. i also just know that 11 is one of the poorest districts and doesn't usually do well in the games, and we all know jimmy in these games. (i considered jimmy in 12 bc of the canary thing, but skizz and impulse r from there and i figured putting him somewhere else is fun too!) scar - as said above, scar is from district 11! i don't think he is expected to do super well in the games from the reaping, but during interviews its clear that he has the charisma to get some sponsors. i honestly haven't thought up all that much for scar yet but dw i will (he literally wins. how could i ignore him) fun fact! scar and jimmy were going to kind of team together, but during the first day of training, scott (career tribute) makes some joke to gem about how they wouldnt stand a chance if they teamed together bc of their district. jimmy let this get in his head and decided to split from scar, causing both of them to be loners at the start of the games. jimmy eventually finds martyn during the games and they ally bc of reasons (that i can get into if we want to), but scar stays relatively alone honestly most of these tributes and their district placements are pretty set in my mind, except for martyn, cleo, and bigb, who i still can't figure out where to put (if anyone has suggestions pls send them lmao). ive got some bits and plot points from the series already worked out into a hunger games universe, but a lot of it i dont! if theres any specific part of the series anyone wants to ask about, please do!! i work best when someone tells me what to brainstorm on lmao. anyways lol hope yall r liking this! i dont have any clue if it will gain any traction, but i've been thinking abt this au so much since the finale and i wanted to try and share it and talk about it with people :D pls send comments or asks abt any of it if you want to !!!

[nixie-deangel]

WIP Title Tag Game

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks @zeawesomebirdie <33 (even though I'm like 2 months late on answering this XD) 💛

😈😈😈 I would break it up but lets be real, all my ideas right now are focused on TGM and Hangster fandom XD but here's what I'm working on, though it's mostly in bits and pieces right now:

vampire Jake/human Bradley - hangster

non navy Bradley/fighter pilot Jake as parents - hangster

icemav break up / icedad

shifter au - hangster

virgin Jake - hangster (with vampire Bradley)

win a date with Jake - hangster

insecure Bradley - hangster

Jake doesn't deal with Bradley's death - hangster

serial killer Jake - hangster

Jake's family causes the hangster break up

Rancher Jake x music producer Bradley

Contract killer Jake x mob prince Bradley

Serial/Contract Killer Bradley x naval pilot Jake

Witchy Jake doesn’t handle Bradley’s death and brings him back to life a la Frankenstien style

Tagging (for those who wish to do this!): @impalachick @tabbytabbytabby @dracculaura @dear-massacre @robininthelabyrinth @crownofstardustandbone @halestrom @tgmsunmontue @whistler-king @hedwig221b @mxrcusflint and whoever else would like to do this!! 💛💛💛

[verdemoun]

timewarp au go to a rodeo side quest

yes incredible thank u. important context they are only going to ethically run rodeos where animals are treated like gods and athletes purpose bred for events not abused into performing.

they are going to watch. only watching. spectating. guests. for the love of god hosea's heart cannot take it aaaand it's too late

arthur watches exactly 3 minutes of any event and is genuinely annoyed because he can do it better and nothing will stop him from proving that point. no he refuses to acknowledge he's nearly 40 and will without fail or doubt be injured in saddled bronco events.

also post john marston timewarping the absolute bickering because john was a rancher he actually knows what he's talking about and arthur will never admit he knows more about him than anything. walking around livestock on exhibition that cow looks great pfft yeah sure if you want to be spending thousands on hard feed to support a herd of toed out cattle

lenny has to be the one to play the shoot the bottle win a prize games because sean has already spent all his money and missed every single time. sean both hates and is awestruck by how effortlessly lenny does it and wins some generic giant novelty stuffed toy (sean's gonna carry around but they both know they are legally obliged to give it to kieran). they are eating too much having a few drinks and then wondering why they are violently ill after the carnival rides

speaking of, kieran simultaneously detected lesbians and horses and has somehow stealthed his way behind the scenes. he is recognized and adored as actually helpful unsolicited advice guy who will see a horse in one of those unexplained moods and with permission will dig the tiniest pebble out of a horse's hoof with his fingers. offers to do the most intricate braids. the girlies know him as a fellow horse girl. ask him if he'll help brush their horses for halter events and he ascends

bessie insisting she gets hosea a cowboy hat like her life depends on it. hosea matthews rocking the horseshoe overlook fit in modern au. for the most part they like walking around market stalls trying supposedly old fashioned jams and chutneys. sampling flavored whiskeys and being so annoyed it turns into delight over how good it is. also bessie and hosea going on the ferris wheel holding hands kissing as they take in the sights and views high enough up to be able to see past the city and just open plains feeling like they're in 1880 again they're just so in love