WISH NOT KNEW YOUR KISS.

𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓, 𝐈 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐋.𝐫𝐝𝐫𝟐'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨'𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐚

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archiving this blog ! so give me a follow over  HERE  if you want to keep up with me ! ♥︎

[lustinfernal]

    did    it    give    you    𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞    to    steal   my    𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋    ? 

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♥︎ 

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        𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄 & 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍 ?

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@UNWEST  */*//*/*  THE WIND  */*//*/*  ACCEPTING !

“ i’ll feel better in the morning . “

        porcelain features 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵 into those of concern and worry . a kind of 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 in her eyes . unsure if a night’s sleep will be enough to shake whatever has come over the young outlaw so suddenly . auburn brows lift , and a faint breath parts her rouge lips at last . “ —— well , i sure hope ye do . ya look 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐲 pale , john . ”

        those emerald hues of hers survey the 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 camp that surrounds them , only for a brief moment though , before she’s to turn to him again with a concealed smirk tugging the very corners of her scarlet lips upwards . “ it wasn’t pearson’s stew , 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 ? ” she jests with contained laughter , care in not tickling anyone’s unwanted attention .  “ i can 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 keep the stuff down . leaves me with nothin’ but a bad taste in me mouth and a 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 in the hours after . makes stale and mouldy bread sound all the more 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 , i tell ye ! ”

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i’d really love to establish some friendships/relationships for molly! i fully realise that she’s a very reserved individual who enjoys her own company more than anything but i often find it difficult to write interactions when she’s hardly one to spark a conversation that goes beyond smalltalk, unless it is someone she cares about or is close with, then she’ll talk their damn ear off. unsurprisingly, i’m far too shy to approach anyone with the few ideas i already have floating around in my head, but if anyone has any ideas for a potential interaction or would like to plot something much larger — feel free to send me a message or even just like this post so i can send you a message! i promise i don’t bite. 

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@BOOZEANDPEPPERMINT */*//*/* THE WIND */*//*/* ACCEPTING !

“ you need to get away . you’ve got to think of yourself . ”

        “ ye really expect me to be able to just get up and leave everyt’ing behind ? ” freckled features are ridden with a sense of 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 , ginger brows pulled together in a slight frown and those emerald eyes turn feline-like . she’s shocked . truly 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 , had she not expected anyone to have enough sense to tell her to flee the 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 she so 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 brought upon herself 

        at the same time however , 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 , the young woman is too 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥-𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 for her own good . too blind and too hopelessly in love . so she retorts ; “ you don’t know the amount of 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 i made to be by his side . i gave away everything i ever had for that man . ” slivers of 𝘷𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 in her tone now as she flicks the ash of her glowing cigarette . “ i’d be entirely 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 to throw away what little i do have left going for me in this life . ” 

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@CULTHCNT */*//*/* THE WIND */*//*/* ACCEPTING !

" nothing's going to hurt you . "

        “ don’t ye see , i’m 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 hurting . ” she softly confides , her face blank . the tears that rolled down her freckled cheeks so freely now dried and the tremble that was once in her voice now gone .

        “ there may not be one wound , scrape or bruise upon my body . but on the 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 , but in my 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 —— i already  a c h e  . i ache so much . ” 

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𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐜𝐧𝐭:

The Wind Sentences -Accepting!! @lustinfernal

      There’s a look of pity on her face, amber hues gazing towards the         red haired woman. Kassandra always thought Ms. Molly O’Shea deserved       better. Gently, she places a hand on her shoulder, and leads her with her      casually.              ❝Come, with me Ms. O’Shea. You can stay with me for the          time being.❞

        “ thank you , kassandra . ” a sort of 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 drips from the young woman’s tone , much like honey , and there’s a hint of 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 to be found in her tired and aching eyes of green as she looks to the kind woman that walks with her  . 

        nothing but a mere 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 was the man molly loved so dearly , but more 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 was she to stick around and follow him like some lost sickly lamb . to allow him to lay his 𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 upon her heart and her psyche as if she were some poppet for him to embellish with needles at his own free will . well and truly , woman can only take so much until her 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 is reached , for molly’s had been passed long ago . 

        “ —— i hope not to be a 𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 to ye . it’s just . . . i’m not sure 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 to go from here . what to do . ” 

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starters from the 1925 novel by dorothy scarborough, THE WIND     -  as always, feel free to change pronouns

“do you suppose i’ll love it?”

“i haven’t got anything to go back to.”

“oh that’s nothing to be afraid of!”

“why did you ever leave?”

“she was all i had left.”

“the wind is the worst thing.”

“it’s not what i’d choose, but i didn’t know what else to do.”

“you’re a funny kid.”

“why didn’t you speak up before?”

“come in quick before the wind blows you away.”

“nothing’s going to hurt you.”

“i loved him when i was a little girl.”

“it’s great to have you here.”

“you must spend the night.”

“am i not beautiful and clever and alluring?”

“here i am. look at me.”

“i don’t know that i’m wanting to do that.”

“folks don’t walk here. too far from anywheres to anywheres.”

“i don’t want to know.”

“i wanted you!”

“why can’t you say something?”

“no, don’t say anything.”

“i don’t want anybody.”

“tell me something pretty.”

“i’m afraid of storms.”

“i’ll feel better in the morning.”

“you aren’t much of a kisser, are you?”

“how did you ever get used to the wind?”

“i think you were awfully brave.”

“some devil within me drives me on, i guess.”

“i couldn’t bear to kill anything!”

“i just can’t stand it!”

“you think too damned much of what you won’t stand and not enough of what i’ve got to stand.”

“what sort of a woman are you?”

“you hate her. but by god, she’s a better woman than you are!”

“i’ll go crazy in this wind!”

“you needn’t be afraid of me.”

“you need to get away. you’ve got to think of yourself.”

“it’s wrong to commit suicide isn’t it?”

“will you sometimes watch a sunrise on the plains and think of me?”

“you’ve got no right to say such a thing!”

“can you ever forgive yourself?”

“i’m not going to have a double killing here because you’ve got no brains.”

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i’ve been attempting to write open starters for the past few hours now and haven’t come up with anything of any real quality. turns out, i’m now a lot more self conscious of the way that i write and especially portray molly. hopefully this is something i’ll be able to get over quickly and manage to get some starters out this week! i’ll be devastated if i can’t pick this blog back up again. i have so much muse for molly and so many brilliant ideas to go with! :(

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                               𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 .

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my deepest apologies for my sudden and unannounced hiatus that seemed to last an eternity ! the grief of losing my mother so suddenly got the best of me and i was unable to function, let alone write so eloquently. i’ve been yearning to make a return to this blog and writing my beloved molly for months now so here i am, finally biting the bullet and deeming this a fresh start, a sort of rebirth to mark this new chapter in both my life and this blog ! i’m excited yet nervous at the very same time, so please bear with me if i seem all over the place !!! 

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“  i’ve got your back, okay? ”

                      silken tresses of auburn fall upon her face like flames , tousled about by the brisk evening breeze as silver lines the edges of her pale eyes , threatening to spill over at any moment . her lip trembles like leaves in the autumn time , and it is not but a moment later that miss molly o’shea falls into a crying heap . her frail body lurching with each silent sob , her rosy face now hidden away by two freckled hands . she had finally hit rock bottom . 

                      ❝ he just doesn’t care anymore . i could leave an’ he wouldn’t even fuckin’ notice i was gone  . ❞

misc sentence starters / @outlawsaviour .

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“ i just wanted to help. ”

                      ❝ and yer help is more than appreciated , kieran … ❞ her words are silken and the look in her eyes ,  sweet as honey . the corners of her pouty mouth rising only in the slightest manner . not often did molly o’shea warm to people so quickly , but through her own isolation and observation she was able to see that kieran duffy was a hard luck man . someone who went above and beyond to pull their weight . and yet , he was treated as poorly as she was at times , if not even worse . 

                      ❝—— even if other folks around ‘ere don’t know any way of showing it . ❞

misc sentence starters / @headnull .

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“ i need you to trust me. ”

                      ❝ i trust you , dutch . i do . ❞

                      the words falling from her lips are more a prayer than anything else . a believer whose faith is dwindling , whispering silent pleads in hope that all that is said will result in the reward of better times , a better life .  her fingers are clasped in her lap and her emerald hues are wide like saucers , desperate , as her gaze settles upon her lover  -—— her divinity .  ❝ but i want you to be able to talk to me , for you to have a little more trust in me . —— i want to help ye do this , dutch . ❞

misc sentence starters / @vanderlindc​ .

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* romanticnovelist :

@missoshea

Despite most of the camp’s distaste for Molly O’Shea, Mary-Beth had a personal code of not disliking someone until they gave her a reason to. Generally speaking, at least. Honestly, she was very curious about Dutch’s newest girl. It was just hard to get close to her when she was either in his tent or generally alone. Plus, Karen’s intense dislike for her kept her away as well.

Mary-Beth understood both sides. Everyone was expected to pull their weight and assist in the camp, and Molly never did. But Dutch also did not try to convince her she had to, despite it being his rules. And he was the man she loved, as well as the leader, so why would she default to anyone else?

Still, she couldn’t imagine what went through Molly’s mind, living in a moderately hostile camp like this every day…

“–That’s a very nice shade on you, Miss O’Shea. The lip color, I mean,” Mary-Beth attempted, complimenting the other woman as she eyed her reflection in her compact mirror just outside of Dutch’s tent. She offered her one of the two bowls in her hands, smiling sheepishly, “Pearson just put out the day’s stew. Figured it’d be nice to get a fresh bowl?”

                    ❝ —— why , thank you miss gaskill . aren’t ye just the kindest soul ? ❞ at last , immaculately painted lips bend into the slightest upturned crescent , eyes of sage smiling also as they look to the younger woman . finally , someone to talk to . someone without rancour .

molly o’shea was a woman of distinction , of class .  —— or so she once was . so when she enlisted in the van der linde gang , the black sheep of the flock was exactly what she had become . while she tried her best to put aside her innate prejudice for the sake of fitting in to this tight-knit family of outcasts ,  she would be denied of their benignity from the outset , and she could never quite comprehend what it was exactly she had done so wrong . had she cut in front of one of them while waiting for their evening stew ? had she looked at one of them the wrong way ?

over and over again she reminded herself that all she needed was her lover . that the fondness and the affections of dutch van der linde was more than enough interaction to keep her content and to keep her sound . . . but to be ignored and cut off , to be spoken down to , to be laughed at , the constant feeling of isolation . . . it was all enough to have her sanity slowly beginning to waver . 

however , to finally have someone approach her first and speak words of flattery and utmost generosity , it stirs a budding warmth from within the ginger’s heart . a feeling only ever provoked by the kindness of very few other than her beloved in recent times . it’s with a stretch of the resting smile upon her face that molly snaps her pocket mirror shut and retires it for the moment . ❝ i appreciate it , very much . how very thoughtful of you . ❞