#yoooo thats the cowboy!!

[diorsluv]

feather , part 16

“ floating through the memories ”

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yourusername a lil photo dump from this month :)

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jamie.drysdale that pic of me on fort makes me look homeless

→ yourusername i mean u were the one that stole my guest room

_alexturcotte yoooo it’s a cat

→ yourusername yes booker has 2 🥰🥰

→ _alexturcotte yoooo it’s two cats

username36 the guys r trying so hard to be nice LMFAO

username23 okay but tbh the way he looks at her… 🥹🥹🥹

lhughes_06 damn i didn’t make it in the dump

→ yourusername you’ll make up half the pics in the story lu i promise

→ lhughes_06 you promise?

→ yourusername i’ve never broken a promise before 🙄

trevorzegras i thought we all collectively decided to forget about that pic of me and turcs

→ yourusername well i did not collectively decide that!

→ trevorzegras i’m collectively deciding for you

→ _quinnhughes so did we all forget what the definition of “collectively” is or???

→ jackhughes yes quinn we’ve all collectively forgotten

username1 our mini drysdale seems a lot happier and i’m here for it!!!

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rutgermcgroarty i don’t think it’s safe to be taking pictures of yourself in the side mirrors while driving

→ yourusername i was parked. at the beach. you were there.

→ rutgermcgroarty see i’ve collectively decided to omit that from my memory so no i wasn’t there actually 😒

→ _quinnhughes that’s.. still not what collectively means rutger

edwards.73 will i ever make the photo dump 😕

→ yourusername ethan sweetie you were just in my last one

→ yourusername and i’m posting all our vacation pics on my story 😭😭

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luca.fantilli i bet u suck at bowling

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→ yourusername um WHAT????? I’M BETTER THAN YOU

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→ _quinnhughes you’re all using collectively wrong just to spite me aren’t you

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yourusername when he takes you to paint in a field of flowers 🥹🥹

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bookerburke_ hope i’m living up to the expectations 😅

→ yourusername wdym?? ofc u are ☹️

→ bookerburke_ no i’m just saying tho, like you must have high expectations from all the guys you must’ve dated before yk

→ yourusername what i barely dated anyone, i told u this before already 😭

→ bookerburke_ yea but i doubt it lmao

→ yourusername i don’t think we should be doing this in my public comments

→ jamie.drysdale uh?? she’s only dated two other guys and they were a lot less of assholes than you

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username57 um… we all saw that thread right

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username63 yo those comments were so uncalled for??? what happened to the “good guy” or was it all just an act??

username44 wtf? the switch-up is crazy and bro CANNOT be talkin to lil drizz like that

username18 don’t tell me he started acting like a dick just cuz she started giving more attention to luke again

adamfantilli the stuffed animals yay

edwards.73 ooh painting 👀

trevorzegras the cowboy hats… are you turning texan

lhughes_06 nice hat

rutgermcgroarty show the finished painting don’t be scared!

colecaufield man where’s all the replies from our lil drizzy 🥲

_quinnhughes kid if this is your attempt at being aesthetic then you’re failing pretty bad

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next chapter notes ) first off i wanted to say THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERSSS!! i’m glad at least some of yall enjoy this series lmfaooo and I KNOW I KNOW it was kind of a really quick and sudden shift but there’ll be more development (at least i see it as more development) later on i also know you’re all thinking this is messy as shit but um.. it gets messier! (edit: i changed the layout to make it easier to read LMAO)

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[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Yoooo i just wanted to say i love your blog and i love your x male stuff. Glad to see that finally. So i was wondering if you dont mind taking a request for me? You see im a simp for Striker and cowboys in general so i was wondering if you could mabey do a Striker x Cowboy imp male reader? Or just another imp who’s similar to him, thats a cowboy and likes to compete in the Pain Games? Mabey Reader is a bit different than Striker as he is more relaxed that Striker. And whenever Reader is angry he’s just one of those people who are calm while pissed. They scare me honestly. Sorry if that was a bit much didn’t mean to bombard ya.

Striker x male cowboy Imp reader

Life on Wrath was mind numbingly simple.

On Wrath you either get born into a worker family, or a family that owned some pathetic little slice of land one might call a farm.

Either way you'll be working the land your entire life.

And you, born into a dirt picking commoners family, quickly decided that life wasn't for you.

The first chance you got, you got out. Running far, far away from your po-dunk, shit house family.

Of course, you were just a dumb kid, so you quickly found desperate for work and housing, eventually finding yourself on another ranch.

This time however, you got yourself working extermination.

The ranch owner assigning you under a bastard old hunter, the man 'assigned' the task of fending off pests and predators.

It was brutal work. The ranch owner forcing you to work long nights, given sub par equipment with little pay and your "teacher" certainly showed no sympathy.

It was years of gruelling work, handling many a life threatening situation, but you eventually excelled and eventually, usurped your former teacher.

And after the bastard threw one last bottle at you, you challenged him. The two of you dueling on the spot.

He didn't even realise you'd moved until he felt the blade slice his throat.

But honearly, you felt nothing as you did it.

The bastard relished making you suffer through his "teachings." And you felt nothing as you watched the bastard collapse, staring at you as the life drained from him.

All that mattered was he was dead, and you weren't.

You left that day, taking your knowledge and equipment, riding off on your Hell-horse.

It didn't take long to find work. The whole damned ring was one big farm, so there was always something that needed killing.

But you quickly got sick of hunting wolves and overgrown rats.

So you quickly found yourself turned to mercenary work, mostly bounty hunting for local lords and buisnesses, quickly making a name for yourself.

Of course, a large portion of time was just spent dealing with idiots who wanted to prove something.

You would regularly work for ranchers, still finding some simple pleasure in working with cattle or hunting pests, often hired to protect them from one of Hells many predators.

But really, it was a simple, but not too simple a life you'd made for yourself.

One day you'd be hunting some debter, or some wanna be crime boss that'd pissed of the wrong noble.

You always got such a thrill during the hunt.

Or at least most the time you did, there were very few targets truly qualify as a hunt on Wrath, as I mentioned, it's mostly a rather boring community of farmers.

And while you enjoyed the work, you were quickly losing interest in the rather simple bounty jobs.

But luckily for you, you discovered the once a year celebration that was the harvest moon festival.

You didn't care for the festivities or the two bit carnival games.

What you wanted, what you were interested in, was the Pain Games.

You signed up every year without fail, and absolutely relished the whole thing.

Granted, most of your opponents were nobody hicks that had more muscle than brain, but it was at least a good workout.

Of course, you'd also have a run in with one Miss Millie, the girl finally being a real challenge for you.

You began a bitter rivalry with the girl, you being the only opponent she couldn't just kill. And well, you took such joy in seeing her pissed at you.

It was fun.

But, as fun as the pain games were, you needed something to keep you occupied throught the year.

So, you found yourself taking up assassin work, and by Satan, it was exactly what you needed.

It was a real thrill... A Real Hunt.

And it'd be as you were finishing up a job, just about to kill a target, when you ran into none other then Striker, the two of you initially pausing before instantly bickering over who got the kill.

Eventually you settled it over a coin toss, you winning with a heads.

But even as you took aim, Stiker hung about, playfully criticising everything you did. Of course, you still got the kill, rubbing it in the serpenty Imps face.

Striker, for his part, was much like many of the other shmucks you'd encountered.

He was smug, arrogant, and suspiciously well equipped. And well, not wanting to kill him, you tried your best to just ignore him.

But it seemed no matter what job you picked, You'd bump into the damned Cowboy Imp everywhere.

Now granted, you were as much a cowboy as him, you were just less... Smug about it.

He used his Wrathern voice and simple nature as a cover, using peoples assumptions on his nature to make them lower there guard.

You on the other hand were more level headed, and you certainly let people look down on you.

But as annoying as he was, Striker did have a certain... Allure to him.

As smug as he was, he did have the skills to back it all up. The Imp regularly giving you a run for your money, quite literally on many jobs.

Youd initially have a fierce rivalry, although it seemed like Striker was more interested in you then actually winning said rivalry.

And it'd be after you finally snapped at him, asking what he wanted that he'd tell you.

Striker asked you out.

You were shocked, understandably so. And, well, with nothing else to do and no real reason not to, you agreed, the two of you meeting up at a bar he knew.

You found him at the bar, saving a stool for you.

Pulling up a seat, you quickly got to drinking. The two of you talking, quickly bonding over your Wrathern origins.

You weren't all to surprised to find the Imp was much like yourself. The Imp despising the simpletons that inhabited the Wrath.

Granted, most the Imps on every Ring were simpletons. But at least the Imps on other Rings tried to wring more out of life.

The two of you drank some more, chatting and bonding over your shared early life experience, telling jokes and laughing, just having a good time.

But as you spoke, some towering Sinner shmuck came over and demanded your stool.

Striker became noticeably annoyed near instantly, tail rattling in frustration. You always noticed that about the Imp, if he was annoyed, he'd usually show it.

You just sat back, taking a sip of your drink before looking up at the sinner. Rather coldly, telling the man; 'If he wanted it, he should take it.'

So, the sinner, like the shmuck he was, reached out, trying to take your stool.

And he did grab it, for about a second before you sliced his hand off.

The man freaked out, Striker bursting into laughter.

Of course, the sinner didn't appreciate losing his hand, and in his endorphins riddled state, he swung a punch. A punch you instantly avoided, flipping over and smashing your glass into his head.

Flipping up onto the bar, you watched the sinner go down, the whole bars attention turning to you.

Faced with a crowd of angry sinners, you did the only thing you could think of.

"Bar Fight!"

You yelled it, and the sinners quickly obliged, jumping at each other's throats.

You threw a few punches, smashed a few bottles and used them as shanks. Your standard bar fight experience.

Except this time, Striker was by your side. And you had to admit, He was one helluva fighter. The Imp more then holding his own.

Eventually you both scrambled, getting out before it became a real slaughter, the Imp taking you back to his place.

You laughed and joked, and the next thing you knew, you were trying to suck each other's face off.

It quickly devolved in carnal, savage fucking, the two of you going long into the night.

You awoke sore all over, and due to your taste for Wrath moonshine, your hangover was more akin to a mild headache.

You found striker making breakfast, the Imp greeting you, smug as ever.

It was a little awkward, especially since neither of you were willing to be seen as the one who submitted to the other, the two of you bickering like children well past breakfast.

Eventually you ended up just sat there, unsure of what came next, until you asked. "What comes next?"

Striker shrugged, asking if you just wanted to... see what happens.

You agreed, the two of you beginning a rather relaxed relationship.

One of your main "bonding activities" as Striker like to call them, was taking jobs together. And if you were good when competing with each other, you were practically a force of nature when working together.

Your reputation and prestige grew seemingly overnight, quickly becoming none as a dangerous duo. And as your reputations grew, so did your relationship, the two of you getting closer and closer with each successful job.

Of course, between each job, you still spent plenty of time together.

Whether that was out on the town, celebrating a job well done. The two of you, often ending up at a bar, burning through your pay. Before either starting a bar fight or running off to have vigorous sex.

Often times, both.

Sometimes at the same times.

And while you loved Strikers cool, calm and collected nature, even if it his arrogance often got on your nerves. You were honestly surprised at how genuine Striker could be.

Once you got past the small ocean of smugness the Imp seemed to float on, the Snakey Imp was surprisingly deep as a character.

He had likes and dislikes, hobbies and dreams.

Granted, much of those hobbies and dreams involved killing demons and gaining infamy, but he still had personality.

And it seemed the longer you spent together, the deeper and more intimate your relationship became.

The whole thing accumulating during one of your missions.

Youd been hired to wipe out some shitty gang, the two of you getting caught off guard by reinforcements, the two of you pinned behind cover.

Youd just reloaded your pistol, waiting for an opportunity to return fire when you looked over at Striker. And after doing so, you could help but find the Imp just... so handsome. A strange feeling blooming in your chest.

Reaching over, you grabbed his face, turning him to you.

You stared into those ringed eyes before telling him simply,

"I Love You."

Striker was understandably shocked, but quickly smiled, grabbing you by the head and giving you a deep kiss.

You were brought out of your loving stupor by the sound of something metal landing before you.

Breaking the Kiss, and looking down, you found the familiar shape of a grenade.

Striker, as he often did, seemed to act on instinct, snatching it up before jumping, throwing the grenade mid air, firing as the grenade went off.

You quickly followed, jumping into the fight, the two of you fighting until you were the only living beings in a five block radius.

The two of you stood before a battlefield, the smell of blood and gunpowder, the two of you just standing there, chests heaving, weapons still in hand.

Your head turned him him, the snake doing the same.

You stared at each other for several moments.

You practically lunged at each other. You kissed, clawing at each other's clothes, practically tearing them off each other.

You fucked right there, in the centre of that battlefield. And to be completely honest, It was the best sex of your life.

After that, your relationship seemed to become... simpler.

You loved each other, you had a title for those feeling and it was simple as that.

You were in a committed relationship, the two of you forming a very loving. Very Intimate, relationship.

You became the ultimate hellborne powerhouse couple, no job was ever beyond your reach.

And it'd be as you were on the Wrath ring having just finished your latest job, that he'd hand you something.

You were expecting a sharpening stone for your blade, but instead found a small brown case. And looking at him you just found the Imp staring back at you.

Looking back at the case, you popped it open, finding two silver rings.

You just stared at it for several moments, looking up at Striker, the Imp just scratching his neck.

"I was gonna get gold, But... they seemed a little... too indulgent." He finished awkwardly, stepping over and taking one of the Rings.

Taking your hand in his own, he cleared his throat.

"I don't even know if it's a real thing down here or... whatever. And I we don't gotta put a name on it, it's just..."

Looking up, he sighed. Sliding down onto one knee, he asked simply. "Will you marry me, (Y/N)?"

Hearing that, everything hit you, you stumbling back, breath hitching in your throat.

After taking several deep breaths you just nodded, holding your hand out.

With his iconic little smile, Striker slipped the ring onto your finger, you following suit with his ring, the two of you embracing each other, sharing an entense kiss.

You officiated your unholy union on Wrath, stopping by Lust for a week long honeymoon.

A honeymoon that mostly comprised of fine spirits, fine food and many, many long nights in bed.

And laying in your mess of a bed, Striker laid next to you in nothing but assless chaps, you knew he was the only man for you.

[synchlora]

YOOOO COWBOY BILLY THATS ME!!

[thirteenth-sword]

it’s cowboy time y’all

guess who’s reading steel ball run!! liveblog of chapter 1 under the cut

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OOH this first volume cover with gyro’s matching green lipstick and eyes and the matching horses on his hat, and his hair, and the title... so cool

interesting historical background info!  none of it will be relevant probably but like w/e

oh shit is that a bible...is that a jojo’s bizarre adventure: stone ocean reference.......

“he will be ‘scalped’“ UHHH

not sure how i feel about araki’s portrayal of native americans, artistically speaking. hmm

hes running...LIKE A WHITE MAN!

damn sandman fuckin speedy

why’d he...go under the horse...getting trampled by a horse is like. also bad. buddy c’mon

WELL THAT LOOKS LIKE A STAND

did he turn invisible or something?? whats up

shit y’all these background shots are beautiful. holy hell

tfw ur sister beats the Shit out of you

imo sandman has an interesting and smart perspective on all this. hmmmm. understanding the enemy’s way of thinking is one of the first steps to defeating them

ooh he’s totally gonna enter the race isn’t he?? to get money to buy their land?  hmm, is he the one who runs the race?  i know i heard about someone running the whole thing

PERFECT SPHERES..... that was totally gyro i bet.  he was the one training there

the steel ball run race hell fuckin YEAH

yo nice, his goal is so admirable...i really hope he’s the one to win tbh

switching gears - oh FUCK is this stephen steel. he’s the one with the 16 year old wife right?  eugh his hair is so ugly.  sir i diagnose u with Nasty

the naked french people im.....

polnareff??? is that you

two thousand people??? lordy

press conference...hmmm.  and thats sure a lot of people on the beach, my goodness

COWBOYS!!!!!!! COWBOYS AHHH

(beats stephen steel off of lucy with a crowbar) don’t touch her or i’ll skin u alive

‘my dear’ SWEETIE NO

yo thats a long ass race. damn.

SPEEDWAGON OIL CORPORATION HELL YEAAAHHH

dang he’s allowing cars?? lmao

i like how he’s doing the race in order to promote the spirit of adventure and discovery lmao.  who knows if that’s actually his motive or whatever but i like it, it’s good

i feel like araki read about horses and a history of horse travels across america and decided to make a manga about it tbh

60 to 80 days!!!! so this isn’t gonna be a week-long part like vento aureo lmao. thank fuck

lmaoo ‘don’t do illegal things. but also ur on ur own y’all’

OH PEOPLE TIME, mountain tim!! i’ve heard of him

YO IT’S ABDUL!!! NICE

some.. guy! named dot han! who is this

AAAAAH FUCKIN DIEGO!!!! mr. brando himself. lizard chicken man

hhhh stephen brushing off the questions about lucy being 14.... sir i Will Kill You Myself

oh??? OH?????? i think i recognize that shitty purple and green color palette....

THE STEEL BALLS...THE SIGNATURE.... HELL YEAH HELL YEAH

YOOOO THERE’S MY MAN!!!!! in all his glory, with all his steel balls and bad facial hair and awful belt buckle

AND THE GRILLS.....the fucking grills... they are so goddamn ugly, holy shit

lmaoo pickpocket dude got fuckt Up...those steel balls r magic for sure

gyro asking for a fucking discount hhgjdhfh

his awful laugh... good lord. i love him already

ALRIGHT i’m just reading one chapter tonight. that was long as hell, good lord. i’m gonna be reading through the whole part, i have no idea how long that’ll take, but i’m gonna have fun i think!  probably also gonna have my heart broken, but, we’ll see. either way, i’m excited!! this is gonna be good