Hang Me, Oh Hang Me

Follows from divinefury. Indie Cowboy OC. Multiverse/Multiship. Read Laws & Dossier before interacting. Face Claim: Rodrigo Santoro.

[deathfcllcws]

I’VE MOVED

If anyone wants to continue writing with me I’ll be on @vnwavering now!!

[deathfcllcws]

I’VE MOVED

If anyone wants to continue writing with me I’ll be on @vnwavering now!!

[deathfcllcws]

I’VE MOVED

If anyone wants to continue writing with me I’ll be on @vnwavering now!!

[vnwavering]

                                 Like a star in your night sky                                                        Bright, steady, reliable                                   Unwavering                                                 Until the end of time.

Indie OC & Canon Multimuse by Cryptid Please read pages before interacting!

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@0utlawofthewest continued from here.

The cowboy hardly flinched at the known warning sound of a rattle, only watching as the other quickly went from riled up to calm in seconds. As the serpent huffed and hissed, his lips ever so slightly curled into a small smile though remained hidden underneath his bandana. “Well, I do consider m’self a pretty lucky fella.”

Humming low, he tilted his head as he considered the words. Warren didn’t think there was much work for any snake to do. “Wanna come with me then? Could go into town and scare the folks there.” 

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the-last-command:

“You have lied in every word.” { Ares retorted, while sitting there across the fire. The darkness was at his back, while the fire gleamed in his eyes. The claim of no fear settled on Redwood thoughts about their current talk. He found the statement false, false and ignorant. } “Only fools have no fear.” { Redwood said, not meaning to insult the other, but his tone often accomplished such. He sighed, his eyes settled on the flames which danced and moved. }

“Well, Mama didn’t raise a scholar, y’know.” The cowboy had shrugged Redwood’s comment off. Was he a fool? Foolhardy, maybe, but there was a certain intelligence to Warren. It wasn’t the kind of intelligence one found in books, but instead found in many years of hard life. 

“I still ain’t lied though.” 

His hard-headedness attributed to his lack of fear, and he had yet to learn the lesson of humility. Not that Warren had much, or any, shame. He waved a hand as if physically pushing away the attention on him, deflecting as soon as he could. “What about you then, huh? What’re you afraid of?” 

[deathfcllcws]

Warren’s the type to tauntingly and hauntingly sing the chorus of Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked - Cage The Elephant. 

Boots thud against the ground in a low beat, spurs jingling in accompaniment as he sings, “There ain’t no rest for the wicked, money don’t grow on trees... There ain’t nothin’ in this world for free.”

[brittsmemes]

SEND ‘DJ PLAY THAT SONG’ AND I WILL SHUFFLE MY PLAYLIST AND POST A LYRIC STARTER.

[deathfcllcws]

thx-lost-yxars:

{ Grinning faintly, Scratch continued his plundering and pilfering. This activity was normal for Scratch, necessary for survival. Searching the man’s pockets, Scratch retrieved a pocket watch. The stainless pocket watched was weathered and pitted, but still counted time. The glass lens was cracked, right above the twelve. Placing it aside, Scratch continued his search. } { Scratch found the wallet, plain and made from brahmin leather. Inspecting it, Scratch found the contents. Amongst several NCR dollars, scrap notes and some photos was one particular item. A large note, folded to fit the wallet. Retrieving it, Scratch unfolded the note, reading the words written onto it. } “I think this is about you.” { Scratch said, rising up to hand the note over towards Warren. }

His brow raised under the brim of his hat as he turned at Scratch’s words. Warren took the note from the other, squinting as he read it. It wasn’t quite a bounty, but akin to it. The poor soul he had just shot and killed was someone sent to merely challenge the cowboy, but not kill him. It seemed like he was the center of someone’s attention. 

There was a seal at the bottom of the note, one that Warren immediately recognized. Crumpling up the paper, he tossed it over his shoulder before looking to Scratch. “We’re gonna have t’watch ourselves now. Heat’s comin’, and it ain’t from the sun.” 

Pulling the rifle from his back to hold at his side, he lifted a hand to point. “Ain’t safe to do a lotta travelin’ now, so we better find somewhere t’lie low.”

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@thx-lost-yxars continued from here

{ Dead men barely bothered Scratch. The Fiend looked upon the corpse with little interest. The gunman was dead; without much trouble to them. The Fiend was impressed with Warren’s speed and reflex. One second late, Warren would have been dead instead. }

{ Upon hearing Warren’s suggestion, Scratch shakes his head. }

“Buzzards gotta eat. Besides, I’m burying his worthless corpse.”  

{ There was another matter, which interest Scratch. Moving over towards the corpse, Scratch kneeled down. He started searching the man, mindful though about not touching the blood. }

“You want a cut? This guy must be carrying something nice.”

“Got a point there.”

With a twirl around his finger, the revolver was soon returned to its holster on the cowboy’s hip. Warren was hardly surprised to see Scratch begin to loot what belongings were on the corpse. It had hardly even begun to turn cold.  

Turning away, he surveyed the surroundings to make sure the man didn’t have any friends that would suddenly appear. He still heard what the other had said, and considered what, if anything, he could want from the deceased.

“I’ll split whatever cap’s he’s got with ya.” Warren looked down to Scratch as he added, “Fifty-fifty sound fair?”

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@the-last-command continued from here

{ Redwood’s sidelong glance lingered upon Warren. He turns to Warren, amused with the other’s veiled self-assurance. A faint grin appeared then faded away. Warren’s answer was once his, his chosen belief of what roamed inside him. Years of war, years of being alone with his consequences and sins destroyed that belief. }  

“Never been afraid? You’re a poor liar.”

{ The mercenary jested, awaiting Warren’s reaction and reply. }

Warren didn’t like the look flashed his way, nor did he like what felt like doubt from the old Ghoul. Fear, he thought, was nearly impossible to feel with his hardened heart. It was lost to him after his escape from the Legion, and instead replaced with the very darkness that Redwood accused him of being afraid of.

“I ain’t got nothin’ to lie about. Y’know that.” 

His arms crossed over his chest and his head turned slightly to look away to avoid the other’s gaze. “I knew what I signed up for, and I like what I do. So there’s nothin’ for me t’be afraid of.”

[deathfcllcws]

“ is this some kind of joke ? i’ve be trick – or – treated to death tonight. ”

HALLOWEEN II STARTERS

@strcngeweather

“Ya ain’t been trick - or - treated enough if yer still talkin’.” 

If his gruff tone wasn’t enough to show his callousness, then the fact that he purposefully did not look her way as he spoke would. Instead Warren preoccupied himself with knife and using it to pick his nails clean. Though something told him his blatant disinterest would hardly make her stop. 

“Death ain’t so bad though.” He hummed as he wiped the blade on his pantleg before returning to cleaning. “I’ve never had any complaints from those I killed.”

[plotbunnie]

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[deathfcllcws]

“ i shot him six times ! i shot him in the heart ! ” [ FNV ]

HALLOWEEN II STARTERS

@beenpole

“Ya can’t shoot what he ain’t got!”

Brutes like this were not at the top of Warren’s list of things to deal with. He watched as the Nightkin stumbled back with each shot to the chest, but never fell. With his rifle raised, he took a shot that pierced yet another hole in the mutant’s chest before aiming slightly higher for the next shot to the head. There was a solid thud as the corpse finally fell.

“Ain’t got any brains no more.. Not that there was much t’begin with.” He stared for a moment before looking to her. “...Good job on weakenin’ him.”

[deathfcllcws]

“ yeah , he’s the guy who was after you. ”

HALLOWEEN  II STARTERS

@thx-lost-yxars​

“Yeah? Well, he ain’t no longer.” 

His head tilted as he studied the body laid on the ground before the two. Four holes oozing crimson littered the corpse’s chest as faint smoke unfurled from the revolver in Warren’s hand. He didn’t take kindly to those with a death wish.

“Well, we could leave ‘im, or bury ‘im.” His head then turned to look at the other. “What d’ya think?”

[deathfcllcws]

“ we’re all afraid of the dark inside ourselves. ”

HALLOWEEN  II STARTERS

@the-last-command

“Who’s this we?”

Warren was no stranger to the darkness that made a home inside him. His bad deeds had stretched over decades, and for a period within that time he had even enjoyed it. His brow arched under the wide brim of his hat as he looked the other over.

“I ain’t ever been afraid of what’s inside me.”

[promptsfromthecrypt]

the  following  sentence  starter  memes  are  from  the  film   HALLOWEEN  II  ( 1981 )   directed  by   RICK  ROSENTHAL.   triggers  &  nsfw  are   very  heavily   present  in  this  specific  meme.  most  of  them  regarding  anything  that  could  pertain  to  a   horror  film.   some  grammar  has  been  changed  to  fit  a  roleplay  setting  from  the  original  content.  any  pronouns  may  be  changed  to  fit  the  situation.  i  ask  that  you  please  do  not  steal  this  compilation  &  post  it  as  your  own.

“  i  shot  him  six  times !  i  shot  him  in  the  heart !  ”

“  this  guy ,  this  man ,  he’s …  he’s  not  human !  ”

“  what’s  going  on  out  there ?  ”

“  is  this  some  kind  of  joke ?  i’ve  be  trick – or – treated  to  death  tonight.  ”

“  ( name ) ?  ( name )  they  found  three  bodies  last  night.  ”

“  yeah ,  he’s  the  guy  who  was  after  you.  ”

“  why  me ?  i  mean …  why  me ?  ”

“  ( name )’s  full  of  shit.  he  didn’t  escape  until  last  night.  ”

“  ( pronoun )’s  a  goddamn  moron  anyway.  ”

“  sorry.  i  guess  i  just  fuck  up  all  the  time.  ”

“  go  on  home ,  ( name ).  go  on  home.  i’ll  take  care  of  everything.  ”

“  i  want  to  believe  you ,  but  i  have  to  be  sure.  i  cannot  stop  until  i’m  certain  he’s  dead.  ”

“  it’s  a  celtic  word.  samhain.  it  means  ‘ the  lord  of  the  dead. ’  the  end  of  summer.  the  festival  of  samhain.  october  31st.  ”

“  oh ,  i  didn’t  recognize  you.  what  are  you  doing  here ?  ”

“  ordered ?  you  can’t  order  me.  ”

“  we’re  all  afraid  of  the  dark  inside  ourselves.  ”

“  that  girl ,  that  strode  girl ,  that’s  michael  myers’  sister.  she  was  born  two  years  before  he  was  committed.  ”

“  geez !  don’t  you  see  what  he’s  doing  here  in  haddonfield ?!  he  killed  one  sister  fifteen  years  ago ,  now  he’s  trying  to  kill  the  other !  ”

“  turn  this  car  around ,  now !  ”

“  what  have  i  got  to  lose  except  my  job ?  ”

“  you  stay  with  me  &  shut  up.  ”

“  please !  help !  please !  ”

“  ( name ) ,  just  get  your  ass  over  here !  ”

“  i’m  sorry  i  left  you.  are  you  alright ?  ”

“  why  won’t  he  die ?  ”