“ DON'T LOOK BACK. ”

[magitempus-blog]

❝ I’m here to set things RIGHT– && to look dashing. ❞

penned 06/10/19. ♕

[gunslingins-blog]

don’t be shy to message me about possible relationships bc honestly? i want them. ships don’t even have to be romantic! i enjoy writing for diff. kinds of relationships.

[gunslingins-blog]

“ What happened to you? “

Arthur couldn’t help but wince at the sound of Kieran’s tone; not for any personal reason, in fact, it was because his head was throbbing with pain. He could almost feel his brain pulsating against his skull– && the beats were rhythmic, fast– his concentration on the pulses overrode his underlying engagement with the other man; eyes rolling into the back of his head briefly, before closing his blue pigmented optics.

❝ Juss’a scuffle, ‘s’all. Greasy bastard jus’bout broke m’ damn nose. ❞

Crimson, dark blood was prominent above his upper lip; partially dried, by now– his calloused, dry fingers brushed against the blood, smearing it across his digits. His optics averted downward at his fingers, now painted with his own gore. This definitely was not his first bar fight– && he reckoned it would not be his last, either. He could still taste the liquor on his lips, as he grazed his tongue over the bottom of his lower lip; recoiling at the taste, as the mixture of that && his own vital fluids resting in the back of his throat was not a good taste. 

Arthur sucked in air, harshly, gathering the blood in his mouth, before spitting it out on the grass beneath his feet.

❝ ‘m sure you got better things to do than listenin’ t’me talk about my– ‘war tales’ at the saloon, ain’chu? ❞

[rpmemesandmusings]

rp sentence starters - 5 w’s 

WHO?

“ Who are you? “

“ Who are you really? “

“ Who was that? “

“ Who’s there? “

“ Who am I? “

“ Who cares? “

“ Who knows? “

WHAT? 

“ What’s going on? “

“ What are you? “

“ What just happened? “

“ What do we do now? “

“ What are you doing here? “

“ What do you know about me? “

“ What do you know about them? “

“ What the hell? “

“ What happened to you? “

“ What happened to us? “

WHEN?

“ When did this happen? “

“ When did you get that bruise? “

“ When did all of this start? “

“ When are you going to start telling the truth? “

“ When did you first start lying to me? “ 

“ When can I see you again? “

“ When’s dinner? “

“ When are we gonna get there? “

WHERE? 

“ Where am I? “

“ Where are we? “

“ Where are we going? “

“ Where are you going? “

“ Where have you been all this time? “

“ Where have I been? Uh… See… I can explain… “

“ Where were you when I needed you? “

WHY? 

“ Why did you do that? “

“ Why are we doing this again? “

“ Why are you doing this? “

“ Why did you hit me? “

“ Why did you kill them? “

“ Why do you hate me? “

“ Why do you love me? “

“ Why don’t we ever talk anymore? “ 

“ Why do I love you? “

“ Why did you do something so stupid? “

“ Why are you up so late? “

[jungle]

there’s something about the way he grabs his hand…

[gunslingins-blog]

playing thru the early chapters again && wow. i love arthur. i love when he makes silly comments about things that aren't necessarily meant to be taken in a silly way. i love buying guns && ammo && he'll just be like "WOW can't wait to try this!" yes. please be enthusiastic && overtly loud about the small things, you stony, broody man. i love you.