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I approve this message as someone with two lassie ass rough collies

The more I think about it the more and more I imagine Arthur as a border collie / herding dog.

😔🙏not to go against the sacred agreement of buck Arthur,,, but doggie Arthur is so wonderful and collies are my favorite dog breed

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I do not have the patience to do the whole camp but I was thinking about matching Charles while I was creating the outfit for Sadie so here it is!

Now considering that I do not use any mods so I can't

take of the bag

take of the suspenders

put the shirt outside the pants

I think its a pretty good match!

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In honor of it being hallo-week I would just like to remind everyone of Dina from Superstore's halloween costume

And also that I am gay

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eyyy thanks for the tag Moeitsu 🤗💕

I’m definitely a ~ finds a good song and listens to it for eternity ~ kinda gal so here are some of my all time faves on repeat

🌪️ Child in Time by Deep Purple

🖼️ Mona Lisa by Dan & Drum

💿 Goodie Bag by Still Woozy

🌳 Juno by Choker

🐈‍⬛ Cool Cat by Queen

Alright ima tag: @oiledupjohnmarston @thefrogdalorian @cupiidskiss @kingsstew @nonelaag

✨ when you get this please share 5 of your current favorite songs and then pass this ask on to 5 of your favorite followers (or whoever you feel like!) ✨

Ooo, I do love tag games that talk about music! I think music is such a personal thing. Thank you for asking @yourlocallygrowngay I’d be interested in your list as well.

Let’s see, fave songs right now….

• Blinding Lights - The Weekend

• How You Like Me Now - The Heavy

• The Air That I Breathe - The Hollies

• Three Days - Jane’s Addiction

• Love Runs Out - OneRepublic

Bonus - These Arms of Mine - Otis Redding

Let’s tag up: @appalachiancowboy99 @cassietrn @lacrymatoryao3 @sickvictorianangel @moeitsu @rosemary-morgan @roseghoul26 @zanazirafanfic

Sorry, can’t count….well I can, but can’t narrow down to save my life 😁

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I'm curious how everyone dresses their Arthur! These are my two go to fits for my boy. What are yall's??

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Micah talking about his dad saying “My daddy used to say…” actually makes my heart fucking explode

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i'm... sorry?

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Thanks for the tag @moeitsu 🥰

Fave color(s): Grey, Fern Green, Mustard Yellow Dark Teal and Crimson! Anything but black 🙅

Last Song: 🎵 Brazil by Declan McKenna 🎵

Currently Reading:

🧚‍♂️ A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J Maas

🗿 Dragonfly in Amber by Diana Gabaldon

Currently (re)Watching:

🦸‍♂️The Boys!

💌 Taskmaster, series 17

Currently Craving: A new series worth watching or reading please universe

Coffee or Tea?: Coffee Time! Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee! Cappuccino! Java! Yes! (If you know what movie that’s from please BE MY FRIEND 😭)

I beseech: @valyrra @vanderlindepounder @red-dead-tastic @feuer-bluete @hellsbells88 @meeks-just-wants-to-scroll

I was tagged by @hoppkorv Hey thank you for tagging me!! 😊

Rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with .

favorite color: Green!

last song: Wanted For Love by Jerry Jeff Walker

currently reading: Song of Susannah by Stephen King (almost done with the Dark Tower series!)

currently watching: I haven't really been watching a lot of shows lately mostly just stuff on youtube and random episodes of Seinfeld. The last full series I watched was The Sopranos and I'm literally already thinking about a rewatch.

currently craving: A deeper connection with the people and world around me. Or something idk.

coffee or tea: I enjoy tea but I'm obsessed with coffee.

Tagging @carmichaelthepolarbear @brian-mays-hair @warrenzevon @someguywriting @tantamount-treason @ninetimesbluedemo @bluehairandproverbs @fr0ggi3b0i (if you'd like to do this!)

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Killing innocent people on accident? 🤷

Waking up Charles on accident:

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My 🤠 Masterlist

It seems I can't stop writing Micah Bell fics so... here we are. So far my entire RD2 catalog is indeed rat content, but I have ideas for Arthur coming later!

☆ If you like my Micah works and want to req a one shot hit up my ask!

☆ If you prefer reading on AO3, you can find my works here

☆ The majority of my works are fluff, but you can expect the occasional horny smut fic

Currently Updating: Need a Haircut, doll?

Pairing: Micah Bell / GN Reader Summary: Reader is a relatively new addition to the gang and after Micah shows up from Strawberry, reader finds themself intrigued by the disgruntled outcast. Fluffy flirty goodness ensues! Chapter 1: Need a Haircut, doll?

Chapter 2: Join Me?

Now for the ~ One Shots ~

Heat Wave - Micah Bell / Reader Summary: A heat wave rolls through Rhodes and the reader decides to shave their head, much to Micahs surprise.

You Are Redeemed - Micah Bell / Female Reader Summary: Reader convinces Micah to join her on a job robbing a homestead. Things do not go as planned...

Saddle Horn(y) - Micah Bell / Female Reader Summary: Micah shares his saddle with you and things heat up when the saddle horn gets you off.

Ask Requests :)

Five More Minutes - Micah Bell / GN Reader Summary: Stuck in a hotel room with Micah, reader insists he takes the bed and sweet slumbering bell fluff ensues.

Just Admiring... - Micah Bell / GN Reader Summary: Reader gives Micah's dad bod some affection when he begrudgingly takes his shirt off in front of them.

Bill's Stupid Plan - Micah Bell / GN Reader Summary: Reader - a new addition to the gang and a skilled gunslinger - joins Bill, Arthur and Micah on a job to prove themselves. Their skill catches Micah's attention.

This Is Gonna Hurt... - Micah Bell / GN Reader Summary: Micah’s been gone from camp for days and when reader finds him, he’s in bad shape…

Just Talk To Me - Micah Bell / GN Reader Summary: Reader breaks down with the stress of fleeing Blackwater and Micah is there to comfort them 

Not Like Before - Micah Bell & Female Reader Summary: When Arthur berates the reader for ignoring his order, Micah's there to offer comfort.

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Micah has holes in all his clothes cause he’s a grimey little rat and you take it upon yourself to sneakily start mending them but you get carried away and embroider little flowers and shit on everything you fix and it takes him weeks to notice but he secretly loves it

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got tagged in this twice so i decided to do it and the quiz was pretty cool!!

mostly checks out except workaholic cuz i am definitely not that LOL

tags: @lovefromclover @frogus @tboymarston @tinyfishtits

I craved one of these cute tests, so i thougt, maybe im not the only one and it's time to do a tag game???

this is the quiz, share your result and tag 1 last person you have a note from, 2 of your newest followers and 3 mutuals

i browsed thgrough all the types and i think i have something from fairy too. and my tags: @wearestarslookingupatthesky @1dlouisandmore @jess-quillkiller @vellichorius @brokendoor16 @captainspectrumreportingforduty

Have fun!!

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Obsessing over Micah is an act of self love because I too am a blonde with a soft tummy and a shitty personality

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Heat Wave

Micah Bell / Female Reader

Summary: A heat wave rolls through Rhodes and the reader decides to shave their head, much to Micahs surprise. Word Count: 2,222 Rating: Teen and Up ~ for foul language Author's Note: For all my bald and buzzed girlies out there, this fluffs for you! A pretty gn fic, though a more fem reader makes sense for the reaction their buzz gets.

★ Read on AO3 ★ ☆ Masterlist ☆

“I think I’m dying.” I whined as Micah finally emerged from the general store. He leaned against an adjacent pillar, slowly looking me over as he stuffed his change into his pocket. 

“You look it.” He said, so matter of factly I could have slapped him if the thought of moving wasn't so abhorrent. The smug bastard must have walked straight out of the pits of hell to be so wholly unbothered by the heat. 

“Go… Fuck yourself.” I didn’t have the energy to go off on him like I really wanted. He had dragged me around the bayou all morning on some bogus treasure hunt that led to nothing but us trotting around in the sun for hours. And then the second we got back to camp Dutch just had to insist that he and I make a run into town for supplies. I could throttle them both. 

“How can you even stand it?” I lifted a hand, lazily gesturing to the leather jacket he wore. “I swear… You’re inhumane.” His lips twitched with a smirk.

“Here.” He flicked a few nickels into my lap. “Go get something to drink doll, I got one more thing to do.” I groaned, and he was off with no more than a chuckle. Building towns in the middle of this hellscape was a sick kind of torture. I never imagined I’d yearn for our time back in Colter, but getting stuck in a blizzard would be a godsend right about now. 

Every inch of my body was coated in sweat, my clothes sticking to me like I’d just crawled out of the swamp. I swear my feet even sloshed in my shoes as I finally got up and started walking across town to the saloon. I’d never felt so disgusting in my life. 

The worst of it though, by far, was my god damn hair. I could feel every fucking strand clinging to my skin, scratching my neck, getting stuck in my eyes and mouth… I wanted to rip it off my scalp. I wish I’d taken Mary Beth up on her offer to braid it this morning, if only so that it was out of my face. I’d never been one to put much effort into my hair or appearance, especially when compared to the other girls in camp.

“You look like ya could use a drink.” The bartender announced as I trudged into the saloon, face beet red and body drenched. What I really needed was a wash. “Y'all got a bath here?” I asked. The bartender just jerked his chin toward the door behind him and went on polishing the glasses. I didn’t take two steps before I saw it, a barber. 

“How much for a cut?” I demanded of the greying man that was half asleep in the barbers chair, a newspaper strewn out on his chest. “Wha- What? You want a… a haircut?” He slurred as he jumped out of the chair and looked me over, his expression less than amused. 

“Well you’re a barber aintchya?” The man just gawked at me. “How much?” I repeated, pulling the change out of my pockets and setting it on his work table. “I- Uh… Well-” He stuttered, obviously torn between the money and whatever misogynistic mindset kept him from seeing me as a worthy customer. 

“These your shears?” I asked, taking the cool metal clippers in my hand. His eyes widened as if I’d just picked up a gun. I rolled my eyes at him, Fragile fucking asshole, I murmured to myself as I brought the shears to my scalp and without a second thought, began cutting. 

My attempt at a shaved head was choppy at best, but boy… the relief! It was instantaneous. Every lock of hair that fell to the ground felt as if I was shedding layer after layer of clothes I didn’t even realize had been suffocating me until they were gone. By the time I was done I felt… Well, normal. I’d expected to feel weird at best, especially if the barber's horrified expression was anything to go off of. But I felt like me, just cooler and lighter and free . 

Knowing Micah, I had plenty of time to kill. So I indulged in a cool bath and even played some blackjack as I waited for him to finish whatever business he was up to. I’d turned two nickels into a few bucks by the time he sauntered into the saloon close to dusk. 

“Lookin’ for someone?” The bartender asked as Micah leaned against the bar, scanning the place for me. I watched from the balcony as he looked the room over, his eyes sweeping right over me without a second glance. He grunted, motioning for a beer. “A lady.” He answered, finally. “Ain't we all.” The barkeep replied with a laugh. 

“Micah.” I called as I made my way down the stairs. He locked eyes with me for a moment as he downed his beer and I saw the second the realization dawned on him. He almost choked, doubling over the bar as he violently coughed up his last swig of beer. 

“Holy-” He sputtered out between coughs, slamming his hand on the bar as he regained his composure.“Shit!” His eyes were wild the next time they met mine, scanning over my freshly shaved scalp in utter disbelief. “What the hell did you do?” Not feeling the need to state the obvious, I just smiled back at him as I joined him at the bar, rubbing a hand over my stubbly head. It was quickly becoming my favorite feeling. 

“I- I thought you was a man.” He said, eyes still fixed on my hair. “And I thought you were a lady…” I retorted, pulling on a strand of his long blonde hair. “Damn shame… Woulda made a sweet couple, you and I.” I teased, but he didn’t join in. “Oh come on, Micah. Big rough outlaw like you seen crazier things than a bald lady.” He just shook his head and ran a palm over his face. 

“I got you to thank, anyway.” I said and his eyes practically bulged out his head. “Probably wouldn’t have gone through with it if I wasn’t so damn hot and exhausted from our trek this morning.” He groaned. “Please… Don’t tell Dutch that. They’ll have my hide if they think I was behind…” He waved a hand at my head, “ this.” 

Silence dragged on between us, the bartender casting the occasional curious sidelong glance in our direction. “...Wanna touch it?” I asked, trying to keep things playful and light hearted. Micah in anything other than a cocky, sleazy, flirty mood always made me feel on edge, it wasn’t natural. So I fluttered my lashes at him for good measure.

“No.” He said gruffly. The pout I put on in response was only a smidge theatrical. He avoided looking at me, instead ordering another beer and thumbing through the newspaper he’d bought. I sighed, preparing myself for a long night of Micah getting piss drunk, at least maybe after a few drinks he’d be in a better mood. 

I debated ditching him and riding back to camp myself, but I didn’t want to face the gang just yet. I’d had time enough to prepare myself for Micah’s reaction, but I wasn’t ready for the barrage of questions from the girls and teasing remarks from others just yet. I felt… good. Better than I had in a long time. I didn’t want that soured so soon. 

A well dressed man at the piano began to play then, a jazzy, upbeat tune that brought the smile back to my face. The place was finally starting to liven up. Groups of men coming off work flooded in, the saloon’s working ladies quickly swarming around, bombarding them with promises of a good time. 

None of the men paid me any mind. Occasionally they’d do a double take in my direction, look me up and down with contempt clear on their face before seeking out the more feminine looking ladies. I was more than fine with this. Who knew all I had to do to avoid the unwanted advances from men my whole life was cut my hair off. Simple minded fools, I mumbled into my whiskey as I watched the couple dancing in the middle of the room.

Downing the last of my drink I jumped from my seat and started swaying to the music, letting the alcohol loosen my limbs and the music move them. Without a partner I mostly just twirled around, rolling my hips and shuffling my feet like I'd seen those belly dancers at the fair do. Though I was sure my interpretation was… underwhelming at best. 

Lost in music and whiskey, I didn’t notice until the fourth song that I was the only one left dancing. Most of the patrons ignored me, having moved on to gambling and securing someone to warm their bed for the night. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that a pair of eyes watched me. Still twirling, I scanned the bar's inhabitants for any prying eyes and found a familiar silvery blue pair watching me under the large, white brim of a hat. Micah sat facing me, his elbows perched on the bar, beer and newspaper forgotten. His attention solely on me as I danced, seemingly just for him. 

My movements stuttered a bit under his gaze and I started toward him, intent on asking him to dance when his head jerked up and he reached out to grab me by the arm. “Let's go.” He said curtly, not bothering to meet my confused stare before he pulled me with him toward the back door. A quick glance back at the bar was all I needed to understand, Lemoyne fucking raiders. 

We went on in silence down the dirt road, our horses a good ten minute walk away on the other side of town. The evening breeze blew over me and I jolted back, overcome with a full-body shiver. I could feel the wind in every single hair on my head. I’d never felt anything like it. Though he didn’t say anything, Micah kept turning to stare at me every few steps. His brows furrowed and lips pursed.

“Why do you keep lookin’ at me like that?” I finally asked and he stopped walking, his attention fully on me as I whirled around to meet his gaze. His eyes dragged slowly over my body, starting and stopping at my hair. I folded my arms on my chest, waiting for whatever bullshit he was about to spew at me. 

He took a step closer, his steely blue eyes locked on mine. “You’re bein’ so serious” I said, stifling the impulse to retreat a step as he closed the distance between us, “It’s… unnerving.” I finished and he huffed a breathy laugh, a crooked smile creeping at the corner of his lips. 

The music from the saloon spilled out onto the path we walked and in an attempt to lighten the mood, I reached for his hands. He pulled away, seemingly on instinct, then cautiously relented his hands to me. I took them and began to sway them back and forth, as if coaxing a stubborn child to dance. A big, stupid smile grew on my face as the grumpy outlaw gave in and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me in closer and leading me in a proper dance. 

It was surprisingly… tender , the dance. Slow and intimate. Micah's strong, calloused hands didn’t restrain or force me, he just held me. I was fighting the urge to lay my head on his shoulder the whole time, all too aware of how close we were already. One hand occupied in his, I trailed the other up his arm, firm and muscled. I ran my fingers idly through his hair - the sensation already growing foreign to me - and he let out the softest moan. As if trying to conceal it he began to hum along with the music, his movements never faltering as he slowly twirled us around in the dirt. 

He was a rather good dancer, strong and confident in his steps. And for how grumpy he’d been at the saloon, dancing seemed to lighten his mood significantly. “You look… good.” He said suddenly and I stumbled, stepping on his foot. Pulling me back against him he continued, “Happy.” A bit shocked by his genuine compliment, I just repeated, “I look happy? ” He cleared his throat and hummed a response “Mmhm…” 

“So you’re not gonna start callin’ me sir or boy or nothin’?” I asked and his brows raised, “Tempting… But you already got a pet name, doll. ” I rolled my eyes, “I think I might prefer boy.” He laughed and this time, so did I. 

“Ready to head back?” He asked, our dancing slowing to a gentle sway. I hummed, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his shoulder in reply. Trailing a hand up to my scalp, he began to caress the short hair there. “So soft.” He murmured, and I just giggled into his shoulder. The feeling of his hand rubbing over my scalp was so heavenly, if I was a cat, I would have purred.

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If Micah was alive today he’d be a car salesman