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☆ {ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT} ☆ "Stay close on this, wouldn't want you getting scratched by a squirrel or something, that could put you outta commission for the rest of the year."

[cleveryoungirishman]

Hi! This is my RP blog. Comments, Reposts, Asks, DM'S, everything is available here. I clearly rp as Sean from RDR2 and there won't be any private stuff here unless I take time off or smth, Admin notes or anything will always be marked with Blue text. Everything from Canon to AU to Headcannons to different years is welcome here! Just clarify! If nothing is clarified I default to Chapter 3 RDR2.

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Rules / Info:

* DNI: Nazis, racists, ableists, etc.

* Consent is key. If something’s not okay, just say so.

Oi! Rules, rules, rules… Jesus, writer, you’re boring. Where’s the fun in that?!

I try to keep things friendly and safe for everyone, while still letting the characters be themselves.

Friendly? Safe? Bah! Where’s the whiskey? Where’s the danger? Where’s ME, eh?

Posts here may include canon stuff, AU stuff, and random chaos, depending on the day.

Random chaos? Finally, something you get right. And don’t forget me being charming. That’s important.

If you want to follow, thread, or ask, feel free, just read the rules first.

Rules, shmules. Just don’t annoy me, and we’re good. And if you do… well, don’t.

Main blog: @wannablegendary

And now, that’s enough. Get off my blog. I’m taking over!

Holy fuck I seriously do NOT know how to do an RP intro post anymore

[cleveryoungirishman]

congrats on the job!!!

hope to see you more on my dash soon <3

- 🔵 anon mod

Yessss ofc! And I'll get to replying your ask that's still in my inbox tmr, yea?

[cleveryoungirishman]

I’m very normal about you, Sean

"Oh my... well, if you're a fan, you can just ask, I could give yer an Autograph, ya know?"

[wannablegendary]

WE GOT AN APPRENTICESHIP

Officially accepted n shit

In a pretty good company that makes things like resistors n stuff and I got accepted for an IT apprenticeship, it was the ONLY company from the 23 we applied to that actually does what we wanted zo do

[wannablegendary]

Not even kidding I'm jumping right now

[cleveryoungirishman]

Guess what irishman officially got a joooob :D

[cleveryoungirishman]

Hey Sean what do you think of us Welsh?

Sean glanced over with a crooked half-smile.

“Well now, a Welshman askin’ me that directly? That’s a dangerous question,” he said.

He rubbed the back of his neck, thinking a moment. “Truth is, where I’m from we didn’t exactly grow up singin’ each other’s praises. Ireland’s had its share of… history with the lot across the water all thrown in one pot with the English too.”

Then he shrugged.

“But I judge a man more by how he acts than the flag he was born under.” A grin tugged at his mouth. “If you’re decent, share a drink, maybe a good story- then we’ll get along just fine.”

A beat.

“…Though I still won’t pretend I can understand half your accent.”

[cleveryoungirishman]

Karen grabs Sean hand puts it on her stomach

“Grimshaw says it’s gas but I swear I can feel the quickening”

Sean froze instantly, his hand stiffening on hers. His eyes went wide, like someone had just shouted in a quiet church.

“…Quickening?” he echoed, voice barely above a whisper. He swallowed hard, then let out a shaky laugh that didn’t really reach his eyes.

He leaned closer, one hand still holding hers over her stomach, the other brushing lightly over her shoulder, half in awe, half in nervous disbelief. “If that’s true… if you really feel it movin’… Karen… that’s… that’s somethin’ else entirely.”

He blinked, breath hitching a little, words tumbling out fast. “I… I don’t even know what to say, alright? I mean- Christ, I’m supposed to be the brave one, the steady one… and here I am nearly shakin’ like a leaf just feelin’… you know… life.”

[cleveryoungirishman]

Sean, Sean, Seanie, Sean.

You have a letter from Ireland. You have any idea who it's from?

-Arthur

“…A letter from Ireland?” he repeated slowly. “Arthur… I… I don’t… don’t know who’d be sendin’ me somethin’ like that.”

He scratched the back of his neck, jaw tight. “I don’t even know if anyone else’s still alive over there…”

[cleveryoungirishman]

How are Karen and the baby doing? I would ask her myself but I haven’t been able to find her. I had such awful morning sickness with Jackie

-Abigail

Sean glanced up at that, the usual grin softening a little.

“Ah- Abigail. They’re alright,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well… alright might be generous. Karen’s been fightin’ the morning sickness like it owes her money.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Poor woman can’t keep half the camp food down some days. Other days she’s askin’ me to fetch the strangest combinations you’ve ever heard.”

His expression turned a bit more thoughtful. “But she’s tough. Tougher than she lets on. And I’m tryin’ to keep an eye on her best I can.”

A small nod toward Abigail. “She’s probably layin’ down somewhere quiet right now. Hosea told her to rest more, and for once she actually listened.”

Then, a little sheepish: “If you’ve got any wisdom from when you had Jack… I’ll take it. I’m sort of learnin’ this whole thing as I go.”

[cleveryoungirishman]

Do you like the Scots or the Welsh

Sean scratched at the side of his head, thinking it over for a moment.

“…Like’s a strong word,” he admitted.

“I don’t go around hatin’ a man just ‘cause of where he’s from often..”

A crooked grin followed. “If a Scot buys me a drink, he’s a fine fellow. If a Welshman shares his food, we’re friends for the night.”

Then he pointed a finger slightly. “But if either of ‘em starts goin’ on about how their country’s better than Ireland… well, then we’ve got a problem.”

[natakesgamingcorner]

Send me a number and I’ll tell you...

A nickname of mine

An embarrassing story.

A turn-on

A turn-off

Something I look for in a partner

About my best friend

About my worst enemy

About someone I think is cute

About someone I think is smart

About someone I think is funny

About my crush

About my parents

About my siblings

Something I like about my body

Something I dislike about my body

Something I like about my personality

Something I dislike about my personality

A quote I live by

My favorite book

My favorite movie

My favorite food

My favorite drink

A talent I have

An unusual talent I have

One of my favorite followers

A fictional character I relate to

My favorite book I read for school

My favorite play

A childhood memory

My best birthday

An embarrassing secret

A little known fact

A time I made a mistake

I time I succeeded

My favorite sport

My favorite video game

My favorite non-video game

My favorite band.

My favorite song.

My favorite animal.

I pet I have.

My favorite Halloween costume.

My favorite piece of clothing

My favorite TV Show

Who I want to hug

Who I want to kiss

Who I want to punch

Something I want to do before I die

Something great I’ve already accomplished

Anything! Make up your own 

[cleveryoungirishman]

Clarify if character or mod

[cleveryoungirishman]

”Maguire get your lazy ass up one do some work you Irish bastard!”

Sean slowly lifted his head, squinting in the direction the voice came from.

“…Lazy?” he repeated, offended.

He stretched like a cat that had absolutely no intention of moving faster. “I’ll have you know I was about to get up. You just interrupted a very important moment of mental preparation.”

Then he sat up properly, glaring a little. “And if you’re gonna shout at me like that, at least have the decency to bring coffee with it.”

A beat.

“Otherwise I’m goin’ right back to bein’ lazy out of spite.”

[cleveryoungirishman]

I feel like you were a ferret in another life

Sean tilted his head at that, brows knitting for a second before he barked out a laugh.

“A ferret in another life?” he repeated. “What, runnin’ around causin’ trouble, stealin’ food, bitin’ people who annoy me?”

He thought about it for a moment… then slowly nodded.

“…Alright, that actually tracks a bit too well.”

He pointed a finger at you, half-grinning. “But if I was a ferret, I’d have been a very good one. Fast, clever, impossible to catch.”

[ameliathefatcat]

You in another universe

[cleveryoungirishman]

".... give me that, I want it, I will cherish it."

[ameliathefatcat]

There is a reason why I have Sean a pet ferret in my high school au

Meiker of Ennis the ferret

[cleveryoungirishman]

NOO WAIT OMG WHY IS IT ADORABLE, I ACTUALLY WANT

[cleveryoungirishman]

I feel like you were a ferret in another life

Sean tilted his head at that, brows knitting for a second before he barked out a laugh.

“A ferret in another life?” he repeated. “What, runnin’ around causin’ trouble, stealin’ food, bitin’ people who annoy me?”

He thought about it for a moment… then slowly nodded.

“…Alright, that actually tracks a bit too well.”

He pointed a finger at you, half-grinning. “But if I was a ferret, I’d have been a very good one. Fast, clever, impossible to catch.”

[ameliathefatcat]

You in another universe

[cleveryoungirishman]

".... give me that, I want it, I will cherish it."

[cleveryoungirishman]

The king has returned

I am back for a bit, yeah, we'll see how long I can keep it up properly though, it's possible I'll dissapear again for a bit

[cleveryoungirishman]

I feel like you were a ferret in another life

Sean tilted his head at that, brows knitting for a second before he barked out a laugh.

“A ferret in another life?” he repeated. “What, runnin’ around causin’ trouble, stealin’ food, bitin’ people who annoy me?”

He thought about it for a moment… then slowly nodded.

“…Alright, that actually tracks a bit too well.”

He pointed a finger at you, half-grinning. “But if I was a ferret, I’d have been a very good one. Fast, clever, impossible to catch.”

[cleveryoungirishman]

"Sean, can you run to the store for me? I'm craving a tuna choco peanut butter sandwich with extra pickles and ranch and canned peaches. Also instead of bread replace it with two cookies."

-Karen, with a strange case of pregnancy cravings

Sean stared at her like she’d just asked him to eat a saddle.

“…A what.”

He blinked slowly, trying to process the sentence again. “Alright, hold on- tuna… chocolate… peanut butter… pickles… ranch… peaches… and cookies instead of bread?”

A long pause.

“Karen, that’s not a sandwich. That’s a crime.”

He rubbed both hands down his face, groaning quietly. “Jesus Christ, what is that baby doin’ to your brain…”

Then he sighed, already grabbing his hat. “Fine. Fine! I’ll go get the ingredients.”

Pointing a finger at her as he backed away: “But when that thing tastes like the inside of a fishing boat dipped in dessert, don’t you come cryin’ to me about it.”

A beat, softer as he turned to leave:

“…You want the cookies chocolate chip or sugar?”

[cleveryoungirishman]

How’s your job search going

Not good, still :D almost everyome said no so far