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@girluntilurcall
molly and all of my other rdr muses were moved to @oldwcst !
yeah i think i'm gonna make a rdr multi-muse because i forgot the emails HELP
he's so . . . .
oh . . .
a collage i made of sweet molly because i love and miss her dearly and am so ill about her. i am also so ill about her actor’s music—penny o’brien has such a beautiful voice.
" he loves me , he bloody well does ! " ( unprompted ! )
𖤓༻❁༺𖤓༻❁༺𖤓
❛ if no-one else is gon' have the heart t' put you out of yer damn misery, i will! he don't love you, honey. not how a man oughta love a woman- not how anybody oughta be loved! not like you're after, anyway... an' he ain't never gunna! ain't much that man loves more than himself. if the bastard was made a' beef, he wouldn't go starvin' in no hurry! that's for damn sure... ❜ lighting two smokes with a sigh and a shake of her head; one for her and another held out to molly. poor miss molly... ❛ it ain't too late for you. t' get yourself outta here an' start livin' a life- a real one. with some half-decent fella who'll love ya how you need wanna be loved. i'm not sayin' it'll be easy to find, mind you- but, it can't be worse than this nonsense. his nonsense... just 'cause you ain't caught sight of 'im yet, don't mean you gotta walk 'round with yer eyes shut... yer prince charmin' could be right around the corner, princess! ❜
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molly's chest heaved , breath caught somewhere between shock , rage , and something hotter—something she didn’t quite understand . wrists ached beneath sadie's grip , but her emerald eyes , wide and glossy , didn’t tear away from the woman's face , even as shame bloomed pink across her freckled cheeks .
" let go of me , " molly spat—though her voice trembled . " i didn't come to america t’ be manhandled by a woman who smells of gunpowder an’ horse sweat ! yu don’t know a thing about me . not a thing ! you think i'm some porcelain doll that’s never seen pain ? well , i have ! i see it every bloody day in that camp ! "
she writhed weakly in sadie's grip , but didn’t fight back . not really . there was no real strength in her arms . there never had been .
voice softened , raw and unraveling . " i know he's looking at that little mouse like she’s some saint sent t’ rescue his soul again . . . "
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❛ i'm sure it ain't as pretty and sweet-smellin' as all yer daydreamin'd have you believe, but, this is it, princess- this is all there is. you're right about one thing, though- i don't know you. but, i don't reckon there's much more to ya than priss, piss an' vinegar. an' believe me when i say, you don't wanna know me. nasty, low-down and mean as you think i am, i am so much worse... don't you dare talk to me 'bout pain. 'cause you wouldn't know it if it up an' bit ya right on yer prissy, high an' mighty little ass- but, i can learn you all about it, if you'd like... ❜ another press of her wrists, an inch closer. nose almost pressed against hers now. but... the fire in her eyes and belly's soon dying down, embers still burning away. the sting on her face felt a little sharper now. clearer. still holding on tight, but loosening her grasp some, confusion (and more than a little curiosity) knitting her brow. ❛ what in the name a' christ are you talkin' 'bout now, you nut? who?! miss tilly?! mary-beth? they's like daughters to that old fool!... ain't they? ❜
molly’s breath hitched , lips parted like she might shout again—might scream until the birds fled the trees and the whole camp came running . but she didn't . couldn't . her fury was still there , but something else now burned behind her cheeks , warm and pink and alive in a different kind of way .
she swallowed hard , blinked fast—too fast . her lashes were wet . still trembling where sadie held her , she tilted her chin up , defiantly , but her voice cracked like a snapped violin string .
" i saw the way he looked at mary-beth , " she whispered .
it wasn’t anger anymore . it was heartbreak , heavy and sick and thick in her throat . eyes searched sadie's , desperate for even the smallest flicker of understanding .
" i saw it , " she repeated , a little louder now , the words rushing out like a dam breaking . " he looked at her like she were the last bit o’ peace in the world . like she was pure , or worthy—like she weren’t a weight draggin’ him down. . i ain’t seen him look at me like that in months , not since— " her voice caught . " not since i opened my mouth one too many times . he dosen't call me molly anymore . "
bottom lip quivered , teeth digging into it to keep from sobbing outright , but it was too late for pride . emotions were pouring out of her like water through cupped hands , fragile and unstoppable .
" and you can sneer all ya want , but you don’t know what it’s like to be nothing . to sit in a camp full of people and feel more alone than i ever did . "
i'm thinking about molly having autism
molly is a bleeding heart dove btw
dutch calling molly delusional ohhhh dutch when i catch u . . .
she's so gorgeous my gosh
oh molly :((((((((((((((((((((
molly kinda fruity . . .
" he loves me , he bloody well does ! " ( unprompted ! )
𖤓༻❁༺𖤓༻❁༺𖤓
❛ if no-one else is gon' have the heart t' put you out of yer damn misery, i will! he don't love you, honey. not how a man oughta love a woman- not how anybody oughta be loved! not like you're after, anyway... an' he ain't never gunna! ain't much that man loves more than himself. if the bastard was made a' beef, he wouldn't go starvin' in no hurry! that's for damn sure... ❜ lighting two smokes with a sigh and a shake of her head; one for her and another held out to molly. poor miss molly... ❛ it ain't too late for you. t' get yourself outta here an' start livin' a life- a real one. with some half-decent fella who'll love ya how you need wanna be loved. i'm not sayin' it'll be easy to find, mind you- but, it can't be worse than this nonsense. his nonsense... just 'cause you ain't caught sight of 'im yet, don't mean you gotta walk 'round with yer eyes shut... yer prince charmin' could be right around the corner, princess! ❜
molly’s gaze flicked to the cigarette as if it were some kind of insult . nostrils flared .
" you absolute little— ! " molly's voice cracked like a whip , lip quivered , but her eyes burned with cold , furious indignation . then , she reeled back her hand—and struck sadie across the face with an audible crack that echoed off the nearby trees .
" how dare ya ?! speak to me like that—like i'm npthin’ but some fool girl with stars in her eyes ! " she shrieked .
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her next words- ill-, well-intentioned or otherwise- are smacked right out of her mouth, along with her smoke and next breath (so hard she's seeing stars for a damn second!). speechless. she could swear she's conscious of every last drop of blood rushing to her head, seeing red and only red while her hands are closing 'round miss o'shea's wrists like vises, pinning her to the nearest tree with all her weight and might, rough and violent. spitting and seething her venom inches from that pretty little red mouth of hers. ❛ you lift your hand to me again, it'll be the last goddamn thing you do! you get this into that pretty little red head of yours right now, lady- the only reason i ain't put you outta your mis'ry and into the next life already's pity. well, the good lord above ain't gonna have nearly enough t' answer ma prayers if you so much as think about puttin' yer hands on me ever again! ❜
molly's chest heaved , breath caught somewhere between shock , rage , and something hotter—something she didn’t quite understand . wrists ached beneath sadie's grip , but her emerald eyes , wide and glossy , didn’t tear away from the woman's face , even as shame bloomed pink across her freckled cheeks .
" let go of me , " molly spat—though her voice trembled . " i didn't come to america t’ be manhandled by a woman who smells of gunpowder an’ horse sweat ! yu don’t know a thing about me . not a thing ! you think i'm some porcelain doll that’s never seen pain ? well , i have ! i see it every bloody day in that camp ! "
she writhed weakly in sadie's grip , but didn’t fight back . not really . there was no real strength in her arms . there never had been .
voice softened , raw and unraveling . " i know he's looking at that little mouse like she’s some saint sent t’ rescue his soul again . . . "
which rdr1 character should i write . . .
i wanna write 1911 abigail 💔 there's so many rdr1 characters i wanna write idk who to choose 😭
" he loves me , he bloody well does ! " ( unprompted ! )
𖤓༻❁༺𖤓༻❁༺𖤓
❛ if no-one else is gon' have the heart t' put you out of yer damn misery, i will! he don't love you, honey. not how a man oughta love a woman- not how anybody oughta be loved! not like you're after, anyway... an' he ain't never gunna! ain't much that man loves more than himself. if the bastard was made a' beef, he wouldn't go starvin' in no hurry! that's for damn sure... ❜ lighting two smokes with a sigh and a shake of her head; one for her and another held out to molly. poor miss molly... ❛ it ain't too late for you. t' get yourself outta here an' start livin' a life- a real one. with some half-decent fella who'll love ya how you need wanna be loved. i'm not sayin' it'll be easy to find, mind you- but, it can't be worse than this nonsense. his nonsense... just 'cause you ain't caught sight of 'im yet, don't mean you gotta walk 'round with yer eyes shut... yer prince charmin' could be right around the corner, princess! ❜
molly’s gaze flicked to the cigarette as if it were some kind of insult . nostrils flared .
" you absolute little— ! " molly's voice cracked like a whip , lip quivered , but her eyes burned with cold , furious indignation . then , she reeled back her hand—and struck sadie across the face with an audible crack that echoed off the nearby trees .
" how dare ya ?! speak to me like that—like i'm npthin’ but some fool girl with stars in her eyes ! " she shrieked .
i'm following a molly lives au because i refuse to believe she dies