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#𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐔𝐓𝐀 ⸻ original character, writing focused, red dead / western based, crossovers encouraged, 𝘽𝙀𝙏𝘼 𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙊𝙍 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙁𝙀𝙍𝙍𝙀𝘿, 21+ to interact.
BLOG UPDATE ! Due to having minimal interactions on this ( and other ) accounts, I've decided that it's best, for now, to move a large majority of the characters I write / have written to a multimuse. This DOES NOT mean I'm dropping East, it just means he'll be found somewhere else for the foreseeable future. I'll be following you all over on that account, and right now it's basically empty so ya know, heads up, I'm not a bot. No pressure to follow me over there if multis aren't your thing, but I wanted to let you all know!
I know I don't really follow many people here / am not followed by many, but I still want to say OOPS and sorry for being MIA for so long, so often! Because of a lack of interest people have shown in this character, I've decided to move Easter to my new multi account ( still in the works ) in the hopes that having him on an account I check more often will make it easier to scare up interactions. Once everything is all set up I'll link to it over here, as well as follow those who I follow here - and HOPEFULLY ( !!! ) eventually I'll have enough threads to warrant moving East back to this blog, because I'd love it if he was in his own space.
He could not blame the man for wanting to fill the air, there weren’t many things more awkward than leading the group of bandits who had taken you and your wares hostage to their proper destination and finagling a financial accord on your behalf-- or so Severen had lead on as to the business being conducted. Sitting in resolute quiet was a might trying in such circumstance and the a leader of the ragtag crew decided to humor the efforts of his wary counterpart with the best he could attempt at reciprocation.
“Me an them ain’t exactly close, but I wouldn’t say we’re complete strangers”.
Matter of fact he only really knew Westin, the other boys were familiar by reputation and what loose associations Severen had in their chance encounters at competitions and auctions, but it was Westin who had vouched for their expertise. Currently, Van Sickle was much in doubt of the merits of his, by default, right-hand man's assessment of the assembled posse; he supposed that was the price you paid when relying on the word of another with little or no collateral. For one thing, he was certain that he would only keep them around as long as they proved useful and not a second longer, however, having disposable assets was never a detriment in the business. "More a partnership of convenience", he smiled, biding his words carefully as they were well within earshot, more than happy to imply threat, but not wanting any sore feelings to rock the already shaky terrain they currently found themselves navigating. "Gotta say seems a lil' chuckleheaded you didn' arrange a partnership of your own travelin' alone saddled up with goods an' all". Severen spit a piece of road grit out over the railing, "make the journey often?" His probing sought to confirm just how well known, or familiar the targets would be with their vendor; if he was lucky even more information on how well traveled the trail was by others, in case a fast getaway was needed. He was not quite ready to be among the willows just yet. Behind him he could hear the low voices of his grumbling compatriots. What he could make out sounded mild, mostly complaints of comfort, with one or two questions about what they were doing traveling with the man they had robbed, and what the destination might be. Westin was doing well enough to silence them, assuring the disgruntled individuals that Severen knew what he was doing-- whether or not he believed so himself. "I bet you enjoy the nice solitude down this path, no bellyachin' to taint the fresh air". The bandit leader spoke just a little louder than he had been, head cocked over one shoulder, angled toward the true recipients of the message. The discontent gradually silenced as the men took to the meaning, instilling, if not confidence, than apprehension of retaliation. He winked to his companion.
❝ ⸻ 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐮𝐩 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ❞ Unexpected response lead to uncharacteristic reply ; The painfully courteous replaced for moment by the more honest disbelief buried right under the surface. For reasons unknown even to him, Easter was slightly more willing to accept current circumstances had the group been more together ; But knowing that he was not being escorted by those in a partnership of convenience, as the other chose to put it, hardly helped in making Easter feel more comfortable with the situation.
A snort of amusement as chuckleheaded was used so comfortably in a sentence, the ease at which term left the other's mouth leading Easter to believe he may have been the only man on earth to sound natural using such a silly word. ❝ 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝 - 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, ❞ Easter answered with a shrug. ❝ 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 - 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 . . . 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧. ❞ A pause, before adding ; ❝ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬. ❞ While the other hadn't been wrong about his assessment - the quiet & fresh air WAS nice - Easter wasn't prepared to give him the satisfaction of so much as an affirmative nod. If the only power he could pretend to have was that of steering the conversation, he'd grab on with both hands & REFUSE TO LET GO.
❝ 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧' 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬? 𝐎𝐡 - 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 . . . 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐧, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞? ❞
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Brandon Sklenar as Spencer Dutton 1923 — S01E06 "One Ocean Closer to Destiny"
i've been absolute garbage at getting this blog up & running, so, uh . . . if anybody feels like plotting ? hit me up.
Damn right they had a deal. "As long as I ain't puttin' you out, I really am tryin'a make the best out of a situation neither of us intended". It was taking every ounce of talent he had learned performing in front of an audience to keep his smile plastered on his face; not that he really had need of it at this point. There was no way their hostage had any faith in that he was anything other than consigned to the fate ascribed him, yet Severen had every notion of making his unfortunate associate as apparently agreeable as possible. It would only aid in the pretense of the upcoming negotiations. There is clearly a head on this man's shoulders, and the only thing keeping him complicit and polite is his understanding that his life is on the line; as well as his desire to be free of his accosters. Severen can feel himself being appraised by the other, perhaps weighed and measured against the words he spoke, but integrity was something he reserved for family alone, strangers would get only what he decided was worthy to be shown to them. Westin and the rest pulled the wagon up alongside the pair. Severen hitched his horse alongside the wagon, as did the others, and climbed up onto the bench, lowering a hand to help his new business partner into the driver's seat. "Figure you know the way better'n me". Plus this way he had both hands free. Below him, on the other side of the cart, Raul spoke in hushed tones while the three others settled in amongst the cramped quarters in the back. "It's just a buncha furniture boss, what're we doin'?" "You leave the thinkin'a me and get back there with the others". Severen spoke barely moving his lips, Raul doing as bidden without another word, aware of the harsh edge in his leader's voice, very clear on his reputation for being rather short tempered; especially when questioned.
Once on the road, Severen made a point of looking at ease, cheerfully complimenting the scenery, boots crossed up on the rail as he leaned back admiring. He broke the quiet in a cheery tone of voice. "I assume you're from around her partner, can't imagine you'd go too far outta your way all on your lonesome". While speaking he draws his revolver, openly examining it, flicking out the barrel, checking his bullets, reloading them, laying it across his lap; all very visible to the man beside him. It is as good a threat as any, yet with his lackadaisical behavior there is a juxtaposition of intent. After a few moments, Severen offhandedly remarks on the behavior, "You never can be too careful on the road, after all, you already got held up once". The laughter that follows is both infectious and unsettling.
the bright side, the bright side, the bright side . . . the one thing easter was always in search of, & here he was having a tough time finding it. usually, when caught in a spot which seemed to have no redeeming qualities, a good story could still come out of it; but this time? well, the story probably was best not to share, lest his new PARTNERS found out about it & decide to do it all over again.
as the other arrived once more, easter was sure to greet them with a small nod, finding at least SOME pleasure in knowing that their time had been wasted just as much as his own had. this group, whoever they were, may have been good at some aspects of their "job" - but the judging portion? sure seemed like they could use some more practice there.
while there was something extra cruel about being made to do the navigation, easter did as he was told, accepting the position with a confident smile not befitting of a hostage, & while the laughter which bubbled forth from the other was just about as off putting as one could imagine, if asked, east would admit that . . . what he said had been a little funny, even if the humor was at his own expense.
❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩. ❞ easter would say, after answering the question which was thrown his way with a small shake of his head. he WASN'T a local, at least not a LOCAL local, but the less these folks knew about him the better.
❝ 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠? ❞ they weren't terribly far from their destination, but the ride would be long enough to warrant a little small talk - & he hoped that the more he talked, the less time the other would have to show off his weaponry - an act which certainly hadn't gone unnoticed.
Kayce Dutton, Yellowstone, Season 3, Episode 1, You’re The Indian Now
Just wonderful.
Somehow they had managed to get themselves a job, something Severen thought was well behind him since his wagon days. This was not the sort of scheming he had hoped to attach his name to.
“I’ll be damned”, the would be thief quietly curses, feeling like the phrase is more than appropriate to the circumstances.
Rubbing at the coarse bristle of his face he looks from the wagon tracks to the man before him; to his compatriot and back, a quiet, studious mathematics going on in his mind. A plan was formulating behind his facade of neutrality. One that may or may not line their pockets, but would certainly allow him to blow off some steam.
“Well, seeing as how we’ve gone an’ stuck our foot in it, why don’t we strike an accord?” He offers another stilted, false smile, there is more irritation in it now, less bravado. Although his words are phrased in a questioning fashion, the heavy hand he lays upon the merchant's--or whatever he was-- shoulder bears an implication of entrapment; that if there had been a choice it was made the moment his cart had been rustled from him. “Go get the cart” he says dismissively over one shoulder to Westin, fearing no uprising if left alone with the rather unperturbed man he has idly restrained. As his fellow rides off, Severen lays out his negotiation to the man. “How’s about you show us to your buyer, we’ll haggle the price for you", he raises his brows "as I can be quite persuasive", the shine in his eyes bodes of danger, "we get our share, an’ maybe you take a little more’n a fistful’a beans home”.
Clearly there was an unspoken implication that the price would be in favor of his own needs, and not the man's, but even if bodies drew more flies, people preferred honey. Even though Severen spoke of inclusion, this man would be lucky to leave with his life. Currently, the gunslinger was feeling keen to empty his pistol out into the lot of them for getting him into this pickle; his patience worn thin before it had need of use. What good was stealing if there was work involved? Curling his fingers in for a less than companionable squeeze he locks eyes with his wrangled associate. "What'dya say partner?"
❝ ⸻ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❞ easter's mother had raised him right . . . or at least had raised him to show appreciation where it was earned, no matter how often it happened - it would be acknowledged. easter appreciated the offer to not rob him completley blind, appreciated having not been shot within the first few seconds of their encounter, & appreciated the fact that this man seemed willing to play along with the uncomfortable faux politeness only a situation such as the one they'd found themselves in could create. if he hadn't known any better, easter would have assumed the man had been raised by a good woman as well ; though that obviously wasn't the case.
if only for his own sake easter took a moment to think the deal over, as if saying no didn't have a guaranteed & spectacularly unfortunate outcome.
eventually he would speak, & when doing so words would be completely without malice. the nicer he was, the smoother the whole thing would go, & the smoother it went - the QUICKER it would be over. ❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥. ❞
Madison County, Montana, 1939
Kyla Matthews as Ruby Gillis in Anne with an E
(2017-2019)
Brandon Sklenar as Spencer Dutton 🥃+🚬
❛ it’s about who can become less of a man and more of a monster. ❜
❝ ⸻ 𝐎𝐇. 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ? ❞ slowly - e v e r so slowly - pounding heart began to calm, nerves at the end of their ropes beginning to settle. it wasn't his first, & wouldn't be the last, but the taking of a life was still new enough to easter that the sights & scents which came along with the deed sent him into a mental space which not many would care to visit.
❝ 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚'𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. ❞
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