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No, Detective! I… really am the Devil.
REPOST & BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE:
MUSE: s/adie a/dler from r/ed d/ead r/edemption 2
FC: l/auren g/erman
OCCUPATION: outlaw / bounty hunter / bodyguard / gun for hire
SEXUALITY: biromantic / demisexual
PRONOUNS: she / her
APPEARANCE:
I am 5'7" or taller
I wear glasses
I have at least one tattoo
I have at least one piercing
I have blonde hair
I have brown eyes
I have short hair
My abs are at least somewhat defined
I have or have had braces
PERSONALITY:
I love meeting new people
People tell me that I’m funny
Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me
I enjoy physical challenges
I enjoy mental challenges
I’m playfully rude with people I know well
I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it
There is something I would change about my personality
ABILITY:
I can sing well
I can play an instrument
I can do over 30 pushups without stopping
I’m a fast runner
I can draw well
I have a good memory
I’m good at doing math in my head
I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute
I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling
I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch
I know how to throw a proper punch
HOBBIES:
I enjoy playing sports
I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else
I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else
I have learned a new song in the past week
I work out at least once a week
I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months
I have drawn something in the past month
I enjoy writing
I do or have done martial arts
EXPERIENCES:
I have had my first kiss
I have had alcohol
I have scored the winning goal in a sports game
I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting
I have been at an overnight event
I have been in a taxi
I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year
I have beaten a video game in one day
I have visited another country
I have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts
RELATIONSHIPS:
I’m in a relationship
I have a crush on a celebrity
I have a crush on someone I know
I have been in at least 3 relationships
I have never been in a relationship
I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them
I get crushes easily
I have had a crush on someone for over a year
I have had feelings for a friend
MY LIFE:
I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”
I live close to my school
My parents are still together
I have/had at least one sibling
I live in the United States
There is snow right now where I live
I have hung out with a friend in the past month
I have a smartphone
I have at least 15 CD’s
I share my room with someone
RANDOM SHIT:
I have break-danced
I know a person named Jamie
I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce
I have dyed my hair
I’m listening to one song on repeat right now
I have punched someone in the past week
I know someone who has gone to jail
I have broken a bone
I have eaten a waffle today
I know what I want to do with my life
I speak at least 2 languages
TAGGED BY: @alosthorse !! TAGGING: @matteredloyalty, @waitressmet, @desertouched, & anyone else who wants to do this!
sometimes i think about how it takes sadie /years/ before she’s able to fully move on from jake and it pains me.
@alosthorse said: murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder. (can it be colm o'driscoll? :D) some one word prompts .
she’d been waiting for this for she didn’t even know how long. after mowing down what had felt like hundreds of colm’s men, she finally got to confront the man head on. the man who’s men KILLED her husband. she wasn’t gonna stop until she’d taken out every single o’driscoll that was still around. she’d already mowed down the others in this camp, and all that was left was colm, himself. she’d been waiting for this.
BANG!
she sends a blow to his kneecap, primal rage soon taking over. knife in hand, she lunges at him before he’s even fully collapsed to the ground, gravelly screech piercing the air around them as she forces the knife right into the middle of his chest, and then again. and again. and again. and again.
“ BASTARD!!! ”
in her fit of rage, she momentarily blacks out, only snapping back to reality once she’s spattered in blood and colm is nothing more than a tattered, lifeless corpse. she doesn’t realize that kieran’s in the room now as well, until she’s pulling the weapon out of colm’s torso for the final time.
she attempts to wipe the blood from her face, but only manages to make it worse as she stares at the former o’driscoll before finally moving to rise to her feet. a heavy silence passes between them before she’s finally clearing her throat.
“ guess we don’t hafta worry about you goin’ all TURNCOAT on us, anymore, huh? ”
i just wrote out this biggggg response to an ask and lost it bc tumblr is actually dumblr and i’m so mad rn fljasd;kfjsdl;f
feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw!
“It’s amazing how quickly things can go from bad to total shit storm.”
“Why am I alive when everyone around me has turned into meat?”
“Rule number one for surviving Zombieland: Cardio.”
“Don’t let them catch you with your pants down.”
“Fasten your seat belts – it’s gonna be a bumpy ride!”
“I may seem like an unlikely survivor with all of my phobias and irritable-bowel syndrome, but I had the advantage of never having any friends or close family.”
“I survive because I play it safe and follow the rules.”
“I avoided other people like they were zombies even before they were zombies.”
“Now that they are all zombies, I kinda miss people.”
“No names; keeps us from getting too familiar.”
“So, _____, you wanna stick together? ‘Least for a little while?”
“I’m not easy to get along with, and I’m sensing you’re a bit of a bitch, so, uh…so, I give this relationship to about Texarkana.”
“You’re a peppy little spit-fuck, aren’t you?”
“You might wanna buckle up, y’know, for, uh, safety.”
“I can tell already you are gonna get on my nerves.”
“What’re we doing here?”
“Well, take a look – it’s a goddamn Hostess truck.”
“I could use a Twinkie.”
“Are you fucking with me?”
“Where’s the fuckin’ Twinkies?!”
“I hate coconut – not the taste, the consistency.”
“Hey, this may be a bad time, but I gotta take the Browns to the Super Bowl.”
“I have a case of chronic anxiety.”
“My whole life, all I’d ever wanted was to find a girl, and fall in love, bring her back to meet the folks…”
“I’m here for you, okay?”
“Do you mind if I just close my eyes for a minute?”
“Oh my god, I am so fucking sorry!”
“The first time I let a girl into my life and she tries to eat me.”
“You’re like a penguin on the North Pole who hears the South Pole is really nice this time of year.”
“You wanna feel how hard I can punch?”
“I’m worried about you.”
“You’re gonna risk our lives for a Twinkie?”
“Believe it or not, Twinkies have an expiration date.”
“Someday very soon, life’s little Twinkie gage is gonna go empty.”
“Time to nut up or shut up.”
“You got a pretty mouth.”
“Someone’s ear is in danger of having hair brushed over it.”
“Rule number twenty-two: When in doubt, know your way out.”
“Try not to freak her out.”
“So you did all this for a Twinkie?”
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.”
“You need some help?”
“Are you one of these guys that tries to one-up everybody else’s story?”
“I never had headaches like this until your ass came on board.”
“Is it better to be smart or lucky?”
“Thank god for rednecks!”
“Gotta enjoy the little things.”
“You’re not gonna shoot them, are you?”
“Just drive slow and keep your eyes peeled.”
“How about we play the quiet game?”
“I hope you find whoever it is you’re looking for.”
“You don’t know who Willie Nelson is?”
“She’s only famous when she’s Hannah Montana – when she’s wearing the wig.”
“You’re about to learn who you gonna call… it’s ghostbusters.”
“Is that how you say ‘hello’ where you come from?”
“I haven’t cried like that since Titanic.”
“Don’t make me drink alone.”
“I don’t even know your name, but this is actually really nice.”
“You know, between me and you and ‘What About Bob’ – you’re actually pretty cute.”
“I mean, you got the guts of a guppy, but I could hit that.”
“Hey, a little help moving the couch?”
“Yeah, that’s probably for the best.”
“You are like a giant cock-blocking robot, like, developed in a secret fucking government lab.”
“I can’t believe I almost kissed him.”
“Trust no one, just you and me.”
“This is the problem with getting attached to someone: when they leave you, you just feel lost.”
“Hey, you weren’t exactly gonna score, anyway.”
“Look, you ever read that book, ‘She’s Just Not That Into You’?”
“You can’t make yourself too available.”
“I’m not great at farewells, so… ‘That’ll do, Pig’.”
“That’s the worst goodbye I’ve ever heard, and you stole it from a movie.”
“Not as fun as I remember…”
“My mama always told me someday I’d be good at something. Who’d of guessed that something would be zombie killing?”
“We better start working on our apology.”
“Some rules are made to be broken.”
“Not bad for that scrawny little spit-fuck.”
“Without other people, well, you might as well be a zombie.”
@waitressmet said: push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger. (Waitressmet —- Just imagine the camp getting raided & Eliza tackles her before a Pinkerton shoots her) some one word prompts .
she lands on the ground with an OOMF! just barely avoiding getting shot by one of those pinkerton bastards. she only has seconds to regain her bearings before another shot is being fired. she’s quick on her feet, gun grasped in one hand while the other reaches out to snatch up eliza’s arm and pull her along.
sadie manages to find them both a temporary shelter from the barrage of bullets behind a few empty, but thick, wooden crates. it should buy them some time, at least. eliza’s arm is given a gentle squeeze in the way of ‘thanks’ before sadie is releasing her from her grasp and readying her gun.
“ jus’ keep yer head down! i’ll take care ‘a these bastards! ”
@waitressmet said: bloody (waitressmet! Cause I’m a sucker for angst!) some one word prompts . // bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
the sounds of footsteps approaching make her eyes flit up, though she does not at all expect to see the sight the falls before her. her eyes widen, shock clearly seen morphing its way into her features as her brows shoot up. she’s never seen eliza like this before. a million questions race through her mind, such as: what happened to her? or, where has she been? instead, as sadie rises to her feet, she asks, “ what in good heavens? are you alright? ”
@matteredloyalty said: goodbye - most likely hugging lol some one word prompts . // goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.
sadie has never been good with goodbyes. she’s never been good with people in general, but once she grew attached to someone, well - she had a hell of a time letting them go.
despite how things had started off for them - how rocky things had been for not only them, but the group as a whole - they’d really gotten close. arthur was one of the only people sadie truly felt that she could trust her life with, so, of course, that couldn’t go unpunished. it was definitely starting to seem like anyone she ever started to care for would be taken away from her - a vicious cycle that she feared would never end.
so she can’t help it as her arms wrap around him tightly - maybe even to the point of discomfort - and her forehead lightly presses against his shoulder. you’re the best man i know... the words she’d told him before echo around in her head, and, if she were to ever allow herself, would make her eyes burn. she holds herself together well enough, however, unwilling to let him see her shed any more tears than he already has.
“ you’re a good man, arthur morgan, ” she says as she finally brings herself to pull back. i’ll miss you.
John asks Sadie how she’s doing
some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )
goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.
secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.
nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.
bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.
bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.
slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.
gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.
scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.
sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.
stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.
sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.
trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.
love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.
piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.
jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.
dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.
carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.
shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.
wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.
hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.
gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.
betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.
nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.
karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.
laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.
murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.
wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.
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pretty in pink sentence starters // @gunslingins
she cuts her eyes at him for a moment before rolling them, and reaching over to give him a playful shove. a lopsided smile ebbs at her lips despite herself.
“ oh shut up, arthur, ” she quips back, amusement seeping through the rasp in her tone, “ if i didn’t do it, someone else would, anyway. so who better than me? would you rather it be grimshaw? ”
“ I’m just overreacting, aren’t I? ”
pretty in pink sentence starters // @headnull
she hasn’t really been listening; attention focused on cleaning the gun in her hands. so whatever kieran’s been rambling on about has fallen on mostly deaf ears, with sadie only picking up on things here and there. maybe she was hoping that if she didn’t pay him any attention, he’d go back over to the horses, maybe she thought he go talk to someone else. whatever the case, he was still here.
“ you say somethin’, o’driscoll? ” she asks, deep brown eyes finally lifting up from her gun to look at him. after a small pause, she says, “ look, i ain’t much ‘a one fer advice. —— so whatever problems yer havin’, you’d be better off talkin’ t’ someone else about it. ” anyone else, really.
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