#that was just what tipped the scale

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 69

Danny is known to the league. Not his civilian identity but they know him as phantom. He was smart enough not to call himself Danny phantom for this.

Amity set off a lot of alarm bells for the JLD. Who have been led to believe it’s just a hot spot for natural portals due to the thin layer. Totally not because of a stable portal into the realm. Controlled by two adults who like to fish inside it. That’s just silly. Who in their right minds would even try to tear a whole between the dimensions.

Danny has a way to contact them if he needs help but never has. The league is unsure what to think of him. He often shows up to help but is only sociable with the teen hero’s. John said they couldn’t accurately gauge the age of a member of the infinite realm.

There really wasn’t any reason to assume he had two identities given he reads as a member of the realm. The bats likely still did there due diligence. With amorpho and duplicates it may be hard to pinpoint if he has two or one identity.

Over time the more Danny is around them he gets more talkative to the adults. Often fanboying over the alien side of the league. It’s common to see him around at least one of the groups at minimum once a month. Then it increases in how often he’s around. Nearly 1-3 times a week.

Then for a month or two radio silence. They couldn’t even find him in his supposed haunt in amity.

He makes a reappearance during a massive invasion. Refuses to talk to anyone. Is stiff and nervous and even flinching away from some of the adults. The same is true of the teen hero’s.

He always shows up to help never staying around after. He takes a bad hit, maybe a ray that disrupts his powers. Danny is forced back into human form unconscious.

This leads to medical finding recently healed Y on his chest. Or maybe one that red and puffy stitched together. You know whatever floats someone’s boat. As well as other scars and stuff.

Ones indicating a vivisection and other experimentations.

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

At first Minato thinks the sound he hears is his eardrums popping, but a moment later he realizes that it came from a distance– a distance they’re closing as they sprint onward, in fact.

In front of him, Sanada stops short. “What–?” Minato can barely hear him. “Dammit… Both of you, hang on!” He takes off again, not even short of breath. 

Minato is almost jealous. Despite all of his time spent with the track team, he feels dizzy and ready to collapse by the time the alleyway behind Port Island Station comes into view. Every breath might as well be filling his lungs with tar instead of air.

The shadows in the alley sharpen and focus into human shapes– not two, but three of them: one sprawled on the ground; one standing as tall as it can; the third looming over them both, arm extended towards the smallest figure, taking aim–

“Takaya!” Minato’s voice sounds foreign in his own ears. He wouldn’t have guessed he’d be able to speak at all, much less shout.

Everything happens all at once after that.

Takaya’s whole body jerks towards Minato’s voice. 

The shape on the ground lunges up and forward, taking the smaller figure crashing back down with it.

The gun goes off with a sound like–

Like a gunshot.

It isn't a clap of thunder. It's not at all like the crack of a whip. 

There is no metaphor that can soften the truth. 

The noise that tears open the silence of the Dark Hour is a gun being fired: a spark igniting powder propelling a bullet at shattering speeds towards the soft, vulnerable bodies of his friends.

Speckles of something dark and reflective fan through the air, glittering obscenely where they catch the light of the moon. Takaya almost seems to glow under that sickly light; pale skin and hair and eyes and shining silver gun gleaming ghost-bright in the murk of the alley, in stark contrast to the dark shapes huddled on the ground.

He meets Minato's eyes briefly. His expression is openly astonished for less than a moment before it shifts to fury, then is immediately papered over with a mask of calm indifference. He says something, but Minato is still too far away to hear. The Dark Hour swallows him up faster than Minato would have assumed possible.

He isn't terribly preoccupied with Takaya's Houdini act at the moment though, because–

"Shinji–!"

Aragaki lies prone on the pavement with Amada pinned underneath, whose breath is coming in shallow, panicked gasps, his face pale under dark splotches of blood. The bullet intended for Amada has shredded Aragaki’s right shoulder into a confusion of gore and torn wool and glimpses of pinkish-white that Minato tries not to think too hard about.

“Hang in there, Shinji!” Sanada hauls him off of Amada and onto his back, revealing another wound in his gut, a black well of blood. More of it dribbles sluggishly from the corner of his mouth. Aragaki doesn’t cry out in pain as Sanada and Mitsuru rearrange him in their hold, lifting him off of the cold concrete and supporting his head. He hardly makes any noise at all.

Minato feels like his ears have been jammed full of cotton. He can tell people are talking, but he can no longer pick out any voices or words. His vision tunnels, phantom colors chewing at the edges. 

He stands there and watches as Yukari frantically tears out of her jacket and hands it off to Mitsuru, who packs it hard against Aragaki’s ruined shoulder. 

He stands there and watches as Junpei unties his own jacket from around his waist and uses it to dab gingerly at the side of Amada’s face– it’s only now that Minato realizes that not all of the blood that Amada is wearing is Aragaki’s. The shape of Amada’s left ear is all wrong, like some of it is just missing, but Minato only catches a brief glimpse before Junpei presses the jacket over the injury and holds it there, hiding it from sight.

Yukari tries to summon her persona. Io flickers above her like a mirage for less than a second before vanishing. She pulls the trigger again, but the result is the same. She pulls the trigger again and again and again, face contorted and body heaving with sobs that Minato can’t hear. Io stops appearing at all. He stands there and watches.

It’s no use. They’re too far from Tartarus or any powerful shadow that could be harboring a piece of its influence. They’re too close to the end of the Dark Hour. Minato has two personas that can cast Recarm, but they wouldn’t be of any use even if he could draw his evoker, if he could move at all.

He stands there. And he watches.

Aragaki is saying something to Amada, and Amada answers through his sobs. Their mouths are moving, but Minato still can't hear. Why can’t he hear anything? Why does it feel like his mind is clouded over in static? 

Something jabs hard into his side and suddenly Minato’s ears work again, like a loose wire has been jarred back into place.

“--ato! Minato! Hey, are you listening?!” He blinks, dumbfounded, and turns to the source of the voice. Junpei is staring at him. Minato has no idea what he’d call the expression Junpei is making at him, but it’s not one he’s ever seen him wear before. “Give Sanada-san your coat, man! We need to stop the bleeding!” 

Even though he can hear again, it still takes him far too long to actually comprehend what’s being said. Junpei starts to repeat himself before it finally clicks and Minato shucks his jacket and hands it over. Junpei passes it off to Sanada, and Sanada presses it against the hole in Aragaki’s stomach. Aragaki doesn’t even flinch, just looks over at Koromaru gently nudging his hand. He pets him weakly. It’s probably the most movement he can manage.

“Just a few minutes–” Fuuka says, nearly hysterical. “The Dark Hour ends in a few minutes. As soon as it does, I-I’ll call an ambulance!” 

“Did you hear that, Shinji?” With the hand that isn’t leaning on the makeshift bandage, Sanada grabs Aragaki’s, gripping tight. Aragaki grips back, much weaker. “Just hold on for a bit longer!” 

“Aki…”  Aragaki’s voice is quiet and thready, but everyone falls silent at the sound of it. “Take care of him…” He slowly inclines his head towards Amada. 

“Don’t talk like you won’t be around!” Sanada says through gritted teeth.

“Pr…promise me, Aki.” 

Sanada’s breath hitches and he bites his lip against it. “…Alright. Alright, I– I will. I promise I will.” 

Aragaki smiles and Minato’s heart lurches. It’s sad. It’s final. 

It’s relieved. 

Aragaki is smiling like a weight has finally been lifted from his shoulders. He looks so content that Minato almost envies him. “This is…how it should be…” he sighs.

He slumps in Mitsuru and Sanada’s arms. Minato’s ears ring. There is a chorus of strangled cries from his teammates. 

Amada chokes like he’s been stabbed. “No–! H-he can’t–!”

“Is he–?” Junpei’s voice shakes.

“He’s alive,” Sanada gasps, still clutching Aragaki’s hand. “He’s still breathing–”

“I can feel his pulse,” Mitsuru affirms, pressing two fingers gently to Aragaki’s neck. “It’s weak, but it’s there. He’s only passed out, but unless he gets medical attention soon…” She can’t even finish her sentence, but she doesn’t need to. The implication is heavy enough. 

“Still breathing,” Sanada murmurs to himself. “He’s still breathing–” He says it again and again, as though he can force the words to remain true through sheer repetition.

Without fanfare, the green glow of the Dark Hour vanishes. The murky clouds that had blotted out the stars disappear and the moon returns to its normal size. 

“Yamagishi!”  Mitsuru exclaims.

“R-right!” Fuuka is already dialing. Her voice is strained and thin but steady as she relays the necessary details, and the person on the other end of the line thankfully seems to understand. It isn’t until she closes her phone that Fuuka allows a choked sob to escape. “Th…they’re on the way,” she says, her voice breaking. 

All they can do now is wait. Nobody speaks. Most of the team crowds around Aragaki, if nothing else to assure themselves that he’s still alive. Only Amada stays off to the side, until Junpei breaks away to crouch next to him and speak quietly. 

And Minato. He’s frozen in place, staring at the battered body of a man he’s come to greatly respect as the life slowly leaves him. His eyes burn, but it doesn’t feel like the sting of tears. They don’t feel wet at all. Has he been blinking? 

A hand rests on his shoulder. “Minato-san,” Aigis says, her vocals strangely gentle. How does she feel about all of this, Minato briefly wonders. “Are you alright?” 

“...No,” he answers, voice barely audible even to himself. Minato hasn’t felt like this since… not since Back Then. Not since the bridge, and the car.

Aigis’ face remains as impassive as always, but somehow she still looks sadder than she ever has. Sadder than Minato thought she was capable of. “I am here if you need me.” The compassion in her voice feels like a brick thrown against his chest.

It’s only a few minutes until they hear sirens, but it’s the most agonizing few minutes of their lives. Even in Tartarus, where a minute can stretch like taffy, time has never seemed to creep by so slowly.

A group of punks has started to gather, trying to gawk at the sprawled figure hidden within the protective ring formed by his teammates. They scatter as soon as the ambulance pulls up, stopping right next to the huddle. Four paramedics pour out and swarm around the injured parties as fast as they can. Two police cars arrive moments later. Officer Kurosawa steps out of one of them.

The alley is filled with disorienting pulses of red and blue light. Minato almost misses the sickly haze of the Dark Hour.

There’s a whirlwind of voices– explanations and questions and medical jargon– but Minato absorbs none of it. He just watches (again– again, he just watches, and does nothing) as three of the first responders transfer Aragaki onto a stretcher and load him into the ambulance. The fourth gently guides Amada inside as well. 

Everyone wants to go with them, but there’s only enough spare room for one more person. Minato isn’t surprised when Sanada insists it be him. Nobody argues, and the ambulance takes off the moment Sanada is inside. 

The last train has already left the station, so the rest of them will have to find another way to the hospital. And they will. They have to.

None of them can bear the idea of doing anything less.

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Dude I live in the US south. Republican territory. It doesn’t matter how much I “get up” because a vote for a blue candidate won’t even matter. I’m outnumbered, and even if I had the confidence to try and talk to people, they wouldn’t even listen to me now anyways. Anyone who was already faithful to Trump couldn’t be swayed, and now they’ll be worse, downright devoted, and now anyone who was undecided will take their place as the “couldn’t be swayed” group.

People like me? Trans leftists living in the South? Those of us who can’t afford to leave??

We’re all already dead.

Hey you'll never guess which party is currently in office. Because people voted. Yeah it feels fucking hopeless, trust me I understand that. It really feels like nothing we do does anything. And as a trans leftist who's also surrounded by conservatives? I am stressed as fuck too. But Trump isn't in office right now. People made that happen. It's not down to you individually. But if every individual who feels like this did something? That's a lot of somethings. tick a box on a piece of paper. why not.

[laniidae-passerine]

the love between Louis and Claudia, how strong it is, how eternal it is, how ultimately close to pure it is, yet streaked with a selfishness and regret that contaminates it, so it can never truly be as lovely as it is in another, mortal life… I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again I’m going to the killing myself store does anyone want me to get them anything

[trappedinafantasy37]

Alright alright alright! Speedrun time so I can finish this run, finish the Act 3 write up, and start posting the Shadowheart origin fic. Did quite a bit all in one day, so let's gooooo.

Went to the sewers and found Nine Fingers Keene, someone on my list of NPC's who absolutely should be kissable but isn't cause Larian is full of cowards!

Went to the bank and found this guy.

Followed his stench right on back to the sewers. But unfortunately Jaheira got, *cough*, left behind at Moonrise so Minsc also got, uuuhhhhhh, left behind.

Unfortunately, a civil war broke out between the Guild and the Zhent. Sided with the Guild cause, who wouldn’t. Although, Minthara had some ideas about what to do with the undesirables once we take over the city. Always the little schemer she is.

Met some weirdos!

Met a pirate who had quite a thing for Minthara. I mean, "Captain Grizzly" was laying down that rizz HARD. But, can we blame her?

Killed Lora and returned to the Captain. Surprise, it's Ethel! Don't care, gimme my money. Also got an ally with a very useful skill for the most annoying fight later. *Minthara approves*.

Shadowheart went home and met her mother. Poor girl was boutta cry! Also had some pretty triggering memories while going through the cloister.

It has been so long since I've made Shadowheart go down the Selunite path that I forgot how much of a pain in the ass the House of Grief fight was. I wanted to rip my skin off the entire time! I spent thirty minutes watching Minthara and Shadowheart get blinded over and over and then have their asses beat. I actually had to go pull out the hirelings. Holy shit, I fucking hate the Sharrans! If you ever need a good reason to have Shadowheart go down the DJ path, this bullshit of a lineup is a good damn reason!

Viconia, on the ground, begging for mercy. Shadowheart did not care what happened and wanted Viconia to embrace loss. Minthara said "fuck your mother and fuck your mercy" and killed Shadowheart's mother. Gah, what a romantic she is!

I HATE SHAR! I HATE SHAR SO DAMN MUCH! FORGET THE DEAD THREE, LARIAN, LEMME KILL SHAR! THERE ARE VERY FEW THINGS I CONSIDER TO BE TRULY EVIL AND SHAR IS MOST DEFINITELY ONE OF THEM!

The price of freedom is never free...

What a whirlwind of a day. Fought in a civil war between thieves, ran into some old enemies, and Shadowheart went through one of the most traumatizing things in her life and killed every parental figure she’s ever had in a span of ten minutes! But, that’s okay. Minthara made her feel all better. After all, killing your parents is a rite of passage.

< The Wizard | The Foundry and Gortash >

[healingheartdogs]

I know it's been a few years since I've run my own dog training business instead of working for someone else for exploitation wages and that previously I was working in the rural south where prices are a bit different in general, but out of curiosity I decided to look at some dog training services in my area in upstate NY today and got hit with sticker shock ngl.

Most places don't post their prices so I could only compare a few (which... I sort of get since they want to avoid competition doing what I'm doing right now lol but as someone who has run a dog training business and had business marketing included in my education it's something I see as an... *interesting* choice, because most clients want to know price up front without having to contact you and wait for a response because they probably already have a budget in mind and just want to be able to quickly see if you fit into it or not, which means not having prices posted will make some potential clients immediately look elsewhere and if you don't even have some sort of price range for services posted somewhere then most of your calls and emails will just be people asking for pricing and a majority of those calls and emails will not lead to services purchased so it ends up wasting a lot of unpaid time on office work BUT THATS AN UNRELATED TOPIC, I DIGRESS) but WOWZA the ones that did have prices posted really made me realize I do NOT live in a low cost of living place anymore.

One of the popular places here that I looked at charges $150+ for ONE training session with one of their APPRENTICE trainers. It's double that price to train with one of their more experienced dog trainers for just one session.

I looked back at some of the trainers I was competing with back in FL and NC to compare as well as the dog training school I went to just to check and see if prices were getting that high in other rural areas, and nope. Most places $300 would still get you at least three - maybe up to six - private lessons spread out over three (or six, or whatever) weeks, which is the pricing range I'm used to seeing dog trainers in the rural south suffer with because of places like Petsmart setting the pricing bar so low.

I'm pretty sure I have more formal dog training education and certification than most of the employees at this place too since even their main "behaviorist" (not a protected title in the USA so anyone can call themselves that) has no certifications listed at all that I can find, so... I guess now that I live here if I ever start training again I'm going to have to rethink my pricing lol even if I don't charge those kinds of prices I clearly still need to bump them up in this area from what I used to charge in order to be competitive with these other training businesses.

[paradoxolotl]

No hurt bigger than seeing them Mutual icon switch to the Following

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

realising you're trans is like realising you've been driving in a clown car all your life and infinite clowns of misery and uncomfortableness and dysphoria have been squished into what looks like a completely normal car and once they start coming out they don't stop

[rosewheresheshouldntbe]

Rose on the bridge of the starship Enterprise? (Star Trek)

Rose shouldn't be a crewman aboard the Starship Enterprise, but she sure does look the part!

@hs2-rips for the original sprite, sprite edit & recolor by me. Background is from https://memory-alpha.fandom.com/wiki/Bridge

[eqan]

i’m not talking about dew’s new behavior as though it’s disappointed me, to be clear. i’m just venting about a very common and natural behavior that some dogs display sometimes, and that is very genetic and inheritable, and that is an issue in many multi-dog households, and that is trainable. i am still very happy with dewey and he is still exactly what i wanted. corgis are highly food motivated and dew especially is. and he lives in a home with 3 other dogs who are used to taking resources from each other, shrugging it off, then coming to me for more cause their brother took the other one they had! somewhere along the way we likely didn’t do what we needed to prevent dew from feeling like he needed to guard from his brothers, likely because it wasn’t an issue the first month he’s been here. dogs are living things and animals and i never expected dewey to be perfect all of the time (: (but he’s still perfect to me)

[agueforts]

smth smth jinx doing silco's injections for him and him always flinching despite himself vs smeech targeting the very same eye and her visibly pushing past the instinct so she could buy herself time. is this anything

[gigginox]

peacock monster ....

[antirepurp]

I hope the knuckles show isn’t needed homework… and the human situation is the same for me /: I dislike in general when humans have too much of a presence(?) is my non-human series.

yeah like i don't mind movie spin-offs they can be fun but i prefer them as isolated character exploration experiences or just entirely isolated things for fun right, and im worried that since apparently at least someone working on the movies wants them to be the next marvel or some shit (idk i read a headline about it and heard it mentioned once or twice don't quote me on this at all) things will end up as this huge messy "cinematic universe" where nothing can or is allowed to exist in isolation, everything is canon and ties into each other, and if you want to understand anything you have to start from the beginning and Consume(TM). what if there will come a time when your knowledge of the games simply isn't enough to catch you up to speed anymore? the thought sickens me

and yeah humans. i understand they gotta have some because it's live-action and im not opposed to live-action by any means, and that the setting and sonic's backstory and all require more human presence, it's just that. you're making movies about furry games. the more humans there are the more they take away space from the furries i want to look at and see explored in greater detail. humans in the games are typically NPCs or antagonists with just a handful of exceptions and i'd prefer if things were kept that way. the found family thing is cute sure but it forces more and more humans to the foreground which is not really the point in sonic imo

i went off there a bit oops akdjhaasd but yeah i obviously agree

[margueritegracq]

Godddd I LOVE the change on perspective of Ellington as you read atwq. Like she very much the "femme fatale" mysterious girl archetype (as much as someone who's like 15 can be a femme fatale) to the reader (because ofc we're seeing this through Lemony's perspective and L's gonna L) but then as we go along we have more and more holes poked in this picture L has built up of her until all the stuff we know about L almost comes crashing down in a way in the 4th book as we realize that LEMONY has been more mysterious more suspicious and altogether more "Ellington" than Ellington the whole time

[yeleltaan]

// Hello again! As you might recall, I've been meaning to make a new blog for Cayin's Elden Ring verse in hopes of better exploring its themes and aesthetics without diluting those of Cayin's main verse.

I wanted to take this soft "reset" as a chance to overhaul the presentation, make a blog that looks thematic, something that drives home some of the topics covered with just a look. Alas! As excited as I was to implement all these ideas, I've been struggling with motivation and focus for long enough to realize that I can't match my old expectations.

I've also come to the conclusion that if I wait until I'm satisfied with the blog (until it feels "complete" if you will) and continue to let my writing grow rusty and miss opportunities to write with my friends, I might very well never return to the hobby in this form.

With that in mind, I've decided to launch the new blog as a WIP. It's not going to be as fancy as I wanted, but I'm not waiting any longer to write! This isn't a decision I've made lightly as I'm very reluctant to make my work public when it's in an early state. I hate it!

But having made a lot of progress enjoying other creative outlets of mine, and having been unable to be a consistent writer for a little longer than... two years?? I think that taking the plunge is my best chance of solving this.

Now, this might feel a little strange to say so explicitly, but I want to make the following as clear as I can:

If you like Cayin but aren't interested in his Elden Ring version, there's no need to follow the blog. I understand the setting's not for everyone and you're free to enjoy this blog (yeleltaan) without engaging with the other one.

Likewise, if you like Elden Ring and are interested in the ER verse, but don't feel that interest towards Cayin's main verse, it's also perfectly fair to follow the new blog and not follow this one.

For newcomers: I understand that a blog lacking a proper about page and other information isn't easy to get into. It's in the works and I hope to be able to make the blog more welcoming for everyone sooner than later. Until then, feel free to message me for a short introduction to the character, I'll be happy to give it.

It's going to be a slow process, and I'm not sure how effective this change of attitude will be, but I still think this is the best move I can take. I'll be linking the blog shortly!

[msftsn]

THE RYDER FIVE .

in the sun-baked deserts of arizona and new mexico, the ryder 5 carved their name into the annals of outlaw history. these outlaws were no ordinary gang; they were the stuff of legend. together, the ryder 5 rode the devil’s herd—robbing banks, waylaying stagecoaches, and laughing in the face of the law.

their exploits echoed through canyons and whispered across campfires, immortalizing them as legends of the wild west, now, decades past the time of outlaws and the wild west the ryder five remain; not as gun - wielding outlaws but as the people "behind the scenes".

THE LEADER : buck ryder.

the enigmatic leader of the ryder five, buck ryder was a man of few words but swift action. his sun-weathered face bore the scars of countless gunfights, and his eyes held secrets deeper than the canyons. buck's code was simple: loyalty to the gang above all else. he rode with a purpose — to defy authority, protect the downtrodden, and leave his mark on the rugged landscape.

nowadays he remains as enigmatic as ever, only sharing with his fellow outlaws the story of his immortality, however a few decades ago he's founded his own company which skyrocketed well beyond his own belief, causing buck to become one of the richest people in the world. ironic, as he distributes his wealth to help those less fortunate, much like he would have done during the golden age of outlaws.

THE RIGHT HAND : mikhail "butch" fedotovskih

born in the heart of moscow, mikhail fled the tumult of the russian revolution, seeking refuge in the vast american west. his accent was thick, his eyes haunted by memories of st. petersburg’s snow-covered streets. but beneath that stoic exterior lay a fierce determination. butch earned his nickname for his no-nonsense approach to outlaw life. he didn’t waste words; he let his colt speak for him. mikhail’s loyalty to the gang was unwavering.

now, his accent remains, the only reminder of the gangs golden years as he travels in the name of buck; still his unwaveringly loyal right hand, taking over the duty of representing his closest comrade in arms. he remains a unwavering figure; except now his fight with the law is about the unfair treatment law enforcement has against specific groups.

THE HEART AND SOUL : evelyn "bailey" kayne

evelyn was the fastest draw west of the mississippi. her silver-streaked hair matched the gleam in her eyes when she faced down lawmen. she had a soft spot for lost causes—a wounded mustang, a stolen locket, or a desperate farmer. but cross her, and you’d find yourself staring down the barrel of her colt. she was as deadly as she was beautiful. her sharpshooting skills were unmatched, and her fiery spirit kept the gang on its toes. she rode alongside buck and butch as a founding member, and one of the core five, her silver hair fluttering in the wind as they galloped toward infamy.

remaining one of the core members evelyn has taken her immortality to run several dozens of shelters for women across the world; though together with the other core five members she also runs several humanitarian operations as well as several sancutaries for animals (and several hidden sanctuaries for endangered creatures of myth and legend).

THE NATURALIST : "beau"

beau was the tracker, the one who could read the desert like a well-worn map. his sun-kissed skin bore tattoos, each marking a life saved or a debt owed. his laugh echoed through campfires, and his loyalty to the gang was unbreakable. but when the moon was high, he’d slip away to commune with the spirits of the land. he was a force of nature. his lightning-fast draw made him feared by lawmen and respected by fellow outlaws. while his true name remained a mystery, he learnt to love being beau.

nowadays his endeavours are focused on protecting and preserving nature and wildlife, running multiple sanctuaries and actively going against poachers. he remains in close contact with the core five after having gained immortality and is in charge of most of the sanctuaries (of which he shares responsibilities with evelyn as butch and buck tend to simply fund their operations).

THE DOCTOR : scarlett "bonnie" o'donnell

scarlett was the wildcard of the gang. with fiery red hair and a penchant for mischief, she could charm a rattlesnake out of its den. her weapon of choice? a pearl-handled revolver, engraved with delicate roses. but don’t be fooled—those roses concealed deadly thorns. also working as the gangs resident doctor, her medicine bag filled with herbs and ancient wisdom. her eyes held the vastness of the prairie sky, and her touch could mend bones and hearts alike.

nowadays with the funding of buck she runs several non - profit hospitals while also funding education in the medical field for women to give them a chance to learn; especially in countries where they might be discouraged.