#wildlcck

[soughtserenity-a]

She should be doing her chores but instead, she's napping behind some hay.

[moonsromance]

she's DESTROYING a whole bag of hershey's kisses in front of vi, paper on and all

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ @wildlcck i had an awful pun but i'm walking away from it.

❝Oh, for the love of—You Aren't Supposed To Eat The Foil And The Paper, You'll Get Constipated And Die. Your insides probably look like a disco ball and mental hospital papier-mâché project at this point.❞

[homelander-rp-blog]

Starter call. Starter for @wildlcck

from where he’s standing, John can only hear the loud shout of the announcer screaming that the next cowboy is in the ring which is mostly covered by people’s excited cheers and yells standing around him, he’s drowning in the crowd, tries to move forward to see the ring better and can’t do anything with his hands that are holding a cup of soda and another holds onto a beer mug he bought from one of the booths “excuse me!” “can you.. move a little, sir?” “sorry! Coming through! Sorry!”.  in the ring, the cowboy whom John can’t see at all does a little stunt on the bull and people cheer him up by letting out another loud yell, someone jumps up and down right by John’s side “hey! Careful!” and that’s when he knocks into someone.

“shit! I’m- I’m so sorry!” he can save the beer but cup of soda crashed between their bodies, ruined all that ‘stranger’s’ shirt. “I’m so sorry, ma’am! L-let me..” without thinking he hands the beer to her in rush to stick both hands in his jeans pocket. There! John offers the dry tissue to her with an apologetic smile “sorry for your shirt..”

His first time driving all the way down here from New York to see the Rodeo and now it’s all bad memories.. yikes!

[fledermuse]

@wildlcck

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It had been caught in the act, standing over the half-devoured body of a man in the dark evening.

Looking up, the monster froze. Its inky black eyes bore into her, at first unsure of what to do. Faced with the barrel of a gun, anyone would be hesitant. A quiet snarl came from the frightened beast, and it trembled slightly before abruptly bending down, ripping loose another chunk of meat, and attempting its escape with a mouthful of human flesh.

It was going into hiding.

It had little plans of risking its life to kill again.

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[melpcmene]

spotify wrapped starter. | 🎁| for bon! 🤠 <3 | @wildlcck ( storm - epic the musical )

��� we're taking too much damage to survive... ” she mutters, gritting her teeth. shotgun loaded and cocked, maintaining it at an eye level; ready to shoot any bastard who came their way...

[silentknives]

@wildlcck | starter call.

Soft like wax, sharp as an axe. One never truly knows which they’ll get in Emily’s wake. Emily, who adapts with the seasons—much less towards people, but business needed to be made. She goes through life in rigid black & white, but there are such things as exceptions. An amused smile graces upon her lips as she gives a conniving knowing look towards Sadie,

“You know I hate to say it, but I told you so.”

[ofspvrta]

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11. Knives Out - Ill Factor

For once, it would be nice if a day of drinking in a saloon didn't end in an all-out brawl. Kassandra just had a knack for inviting trouble, whether she intended to or not. But that was part of the fun, a moment to feel alive in an excruciatingly long, lonely existence. She'd flung one man over her shoulder, bodied a chair breaking over her back, only to club the man with one of the broken chair legs a moment later. None of the injuries were significant enough to trigger her healing factor in a way others would notice. She's fought in wars in close-quarter combat where swords and clubs and spears were a regular occurrence, a fistfight was nothing.

Until suddenly, it wasn't a just fistfight any longer.

A shot rang out, barely grazing a loose strand of Kassandra's hair. A shot she only barely avoids. A growl passed her lips as she reached into her side pouch and pulled out a knife, perfectly tossing it straight into the man's throat. Guns, dirty things. Were there more space she would have preferred her bows, but what kind of coward brings a gun to a fistfight? One person left standing outside of the barkeep hiding behind his counter, she turns another knife already in hand, this time ready to slash if they tried anything.

"Knives out, knives out." She challenged, looking at the other woman who also wore her hair in a braid.

[halfdent]

SADIE ADLER 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 : " we're in this together . "

❝  Yeah  ,  but  I  didn't  mean  to  drag  you  into  this  too  .  ❞  SADIE  / @wildlcck she  was  always  so  damn  determined  ,  you've  got  to  admire  her  for  it  but  at  the  same  time  .  This  wasn't  her  fight  ,  she  needn't  expose  herself  .

❝  Come  on  ,  you  don't  have  to  do  this  ,  if  anything  happened  to  you  ;  …❞   He  knows  she's  got  the  bite  for  such  words  so  cuts  his  own  sentence  short  .  Alright  ,  okay  .  There  was  no  debate  here  .  He  reluctantly  gives  in  .  ❝  It's  a  rival  gang  of  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄'𝐒  .  ❞  The  repercussions  of  having  an  later  who  was  a  gangster  ;  you're  out  for  a  drink  with  a  friend  &&  a  rival  gang  shoots  the  damn  place  up  looking  for  you  .

[silvertonguesilverdollar]

Starter for @wildlcck

Hosea has heard tale of Sadie's recent bluster. A raging fire when out with Arthur...or just about anyone really. A women hellbent on revenge. He recalls, the day she was taken into the embrace of their gang. A broken woman. A face full of pain. Hosea didn't need Dutch's explanation; he knew that look she wore. Grief. Grief had been an unwelcome caller many years ago. So, selfishly Hosea was hesitant to approach Sadie after that first encounter. A coward. Too afraid to other her the tenderness he so freely gives Abigail. Fixated on the risk that he may absorb some of that sadness and end up slipping back into that same dark place.

He'd let her down.

But Today, he'll make it right. Taking a deep breath. 'Mrs Adler. Sadie. May I sit?' In his hands he holds two bottles, his way of proposing lengthy conversation.

[potatoesanmolasses]

"I'm warning you once: stay away from things that are none of your business." / sadie nooo he's just a lil guy 🥺

@wildlcck

"Haha! That's funny. I don't have any business cause I don't own any suits."

Kid wasn't the best with idioms and things, that was for sure.

[backedagainstthewall]

Jake and Sadie Adler's wedding anniversary (one day late).

@wildlcck

[soughtserenity-a]

" honeydew is MINE " she balls her little fists

[soughtserenity]

❛ keep at it, my darlin'. you're doin' just fine. soon, you're gon' be readin' me spanish, french... i-talian... ❜

trying (and failing) to braid abigail's hair with clumsy hands (she's never been able to manage it quite as fine, nor as neat as her), smiling proud and patient. following the words over her shoulder and leaving delicate, feather-light kisses on the back of her neck, beneath her ear and shoulder all the while. now, wrapping her arms 'round her waist and resting her head in the crook of her neck, content.

❛ you oughta be feelin' real proud of yerself. i know i am. ❜ / throwin soft wifeys atcha and SOBBING

It's slow going but she's able to get the words out in a slow choppy way which is frustrating since she knows them and has said some of them before but her wife's sweet words soothe her more than she knows. She cups her head and strokes it with her thumb while smiling and speaking the words. " He... Walked ... Bri... Brisk? Briskly ? Into... The unknown. Not without fear but des...spite it. "

" he walked briskly into the unknown. Not without fear but despite it. " She smiles when she gets it right. " Kind of like you. My brave woman. " She chuckles. " You really think Im doing alright ? "

[fledermuse]

@wildlcck asked:

"There. Problem solved." / for nippy <3

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Well, she guessed it was that simple.

Getting caught up in an entanglement of fence wire hadn't really been on her list of to-dos, but she was nonetheless freed by a set of kind hands.

Perhaps she should have thought things over before she spoke, but instinct of gratitude took over in situations like this. The dirty mutt's ears perked forward as she regarded the woman, a human's voice coming somewhere from the canine,

"Thanks, I guess."

Whoops.

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[melpcmene]

put your head on straight , this isn't over yet . / for mister john marston !! 🤠

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 . ( accepting! )

“ tch⸻ ” the man scowls, tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth before reloading his gun. “ quit ya yappin'. ” he grumbles, mouth crooked. “ i know it ain't over, 'nd my head is screwed tighter than some whatcha-ma-call-it light blob or whatever its name be. ”

gun now loaded, his callused fingers wrapped around it, finger by the trigger, aimed to kill if necessary. “ let's go. ”

[blcsscdson]

Finding Miss Adler wasn't that hard. He'd heard she was down South, so South he went. She was a bounty hunter, he remembered that much from the time she stopped by Beecher's Hope and asked his Pa and Charles to ride with her, they was going to find Micah. His Ma had been against it but John went anyway, he now knew he felt like he owed it to Arthur to put Micah down. Jack couldn't judge his Pa, he had the same plans for Ross. Evil son of a bitch he was.

It'd been a few days, then weeks of riding, but leave it to Jack to be able to make a fool of himself when meeting her for the first time in years. He'd gotten into a gunfight, bullet had grazed his jacket... ARTHUR'S JACKET. One of the precious few things he had left of his family, he was more annoyed than anything. He'd have to sew it back together. At least he was decent with a thread and needle.

@wildlcck. ❝ you alright? you’re not hurt, are you? ❞

Her voice was familiar. Like a half-forgotten dream, it was. He looked up at her from his spot in a nearby saloon where he was busy patching up the jacket. He gave her a half-smile and nodded. "This? Don't worry 'bout it, Miss Adler—just a scratch. I'm Jack Marston. You knew my Pa." Best to get the introductions out of the way. It'd been seven years, he'd changed a lot in those years.

And yet, she was still Miss Adler. Couldn't bring himself to call her Sadie. His Ma insisted on proper manners, and so had Dutch and Uncle Hosea, or at least that's what he remembered.