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[fcragil]

my trash artwork that i leave unfinished ldkjois  |  @immoralgun

[westuntamed]

' gimme a kiss. ' @ira

WILD SMOOCH FROM A NASTY LAD || ALWAYS ACCEPTING || @immoralgun

‘‘You ought to ASK more nicely.’’ Words were spoken teasingly. A small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as fingers curled into the fabric of the other’s jacket. Easing him closer as he leaned in to press a kiss to the man’s lips. There was nothing particularly good about the taste of Micah’s lips--- but it’s still savored against his tongue. Ira pulled back with a quiet hum. Grey eyes lingering on the other’s chapped lips before he met his eyes.

Strange to think Ira would ever be caught with a man much like Bell. It was a little out of his own wicked character. But they got on well enough. Worked splendidly together. Weren’t shy to use their guns. The list could go on.

The Whistler leaned in once more. Catching Micah’s lips with his own again. Hands rest on his hips, comfortably so. Holding the fellow outlaw in his place. Ira muttered against the other’s lips, a soft chuckle in suit, ‘’Your lucky I like ya, cowboy.’’

[anguishsin-moved]

❛ there you are. what the hell happened to you? ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   //   𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆   //  @immoralgun

           HE   RAN   AWAY.   again.   it   was   starting   to   become   an   endless   cycle.   amos   would   find   himself   going   to   the   same   spot   every time—only   person   who   knew   where   to   find   him   was   MICAH.   his   twin,   his   older   twin.   they   were   the   same   in   a   lot   of   ways,   but   his   name   wasn’t   micah,   and   so   daddy   loved   him   a   little   less…   or   was   it   more ??   amos   wasn’t   sure,   cause   daddy   had   enough   love   to   share   with   the   whole   family,   and   micah   wasn’t   left   out   of   it.   though   daddy   seemed   to   praise   him   a   little   more.   in   truth   amos   found   himself   pitying   micah   more,   and   sometimes   envious   of   his   life.   

          bruises   covering   his   face   and   arms,   paired   with   a   bloodied   lip—   his   head   turned   when   he   heard   micah’s   voice.   he   wiped   the   blood   from   his   mouth,   pressing   his   back   against   a   nearby   tree,   “  you   know   what   happened,   you   ain’t   dumb,   micah.  ”   his   tone   was   bitter   and   he   winced   from   the   pain   his   body   was   causing   him.   “  i   ain’t   going   back   this   time,   micah…  ”   he   met   his   brother’s   gaze,   and   he   could   tell   he   didn’t   like   the   sound   of   that.   “  i   reckon   that   daddy   ain’t   gonna   care   much   if   i   don’t   come   back.  ”   he   balanced   back   on   his   feet   and   walked   towards   micah,   placing   a   hand   on   his   shoulder,   “  i’d   ask   you   to   leave   with   me,   but   i   know   you’d   never   leave…   which   i   why   i   ain’t   gonna   ask   you.  ”   he   loved   his   brother,   more   than   he   let   on,   but   the   love   of   daddy   drove   them   apart   and   old   micah   bell   made   sure   of   that   by   placing   favor   on   his   oldest.        

           AND   micah   wanted   to   please   their   father,   and   amos   could   care   less   whether   the   old   man   dropped   dead.   although,   if   there   was   one   thing   he   was   gonna   miss,   it   was   micah…   the   only   one   who   truly   loved   him   he   reckoned,   even   if   his   view   on   love   was   a   twisted   one.   “  i   love   you,   micah…   but   i’m   leaving.   don’t   come   looking   this   time.  "

[thepeacemakcr-blog]

@immoralgun  // sc.

          “It’s kinda weird, isn’t it? It’s like... ugh, I don’t know man...” Words slurred out of his mouth, along with the smell of beer and whiskey. He leaned forward, resting his elbows against the wooden bar. Fingers grazed the surface, sticky from spilt drinks and rests of food. It was clearly not the fanciest saloon in town --not that John cared much. 

          The young man glanced around, eyes finally focusing on his friend’s glass. Even though Micah and him didn’t always see eye to eye, they were still brothers in arms, as the leader of the gang would say. “It’s like the law is always one step ahead of us.” He continued, this time being careful enough to lower his voice. “Do you think Dutch is right? That there might be a rat among us?”

[chivalryshot-blog]

       ❛ straight up killing couldn't hold his interest... like he wasn't living up to the full measure of his calling. ❜

@immoralgun // canon dialogue starter.

[anotherbadman]

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice] ( i couldn't resist. i'm dying from laughter )

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 (x)

Somehow Arthur was unlucky enough to find himself at the fire-side alone. The rest of the camp had dwindled down to nought, going about their own nightly businesses and leaving Arthur to bathe in the orange light with none other than Micah fucking Bell at his side. The proximity somehow hadn’t seemed to catch his notice, distracted perhaps, or maybe it was the gradual acclimatisation of the thing. Like shellfish in lethally hot water. The touch on his hand, however, was a little too much. 

“The hell you doin’,” Arthur snapped, voice deafening in the quiet, hand yanked away before he really knew what was touching him, only that it was Micah and that couldn’t mean anything good.

@immoralgun​ 

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[fcragil]

‘     you really are a hopeless case aren’t you ?     ‘ @immoralgun  |  o.l

[anguishsin-moved]

“I love you.”

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒   //   𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆   //   @immoralgun

          the   words   take   him   back.   they   tear   down   his   guard.   those   words   had   a   different   meaning   in   the   bell   family.   their   daddy   used   the   words   quite   often.   i   love   you   boys,   you   know   that   right?   my   boys.      he’d   often   remind   them,   just   how   much   he   loved   them   later   on   that   night.   he   was   taken   to   the   bottle   but   that   weren’t   what   brought   his   fist   down.   no…   daddy   didn’t   need   an   excuse   for   his   acts   of   love.              

          in   her   short-lived   life,   their   mother   tried…   showing   love   and   kindness,   but   it   fell   short.   mothers   love   couldn’t   counter   daddy’s   love—and   after   she   lost   their   baby   sister,   she   became   a   broken   mess—pathetic   and   miserable   with   love   growing   thin…   then   she   passed   leaving   a   hole   in   amos’   heart.   oh   how   amos   missed   her.   her   love   was   genuine   and   kind,   the   kinda   love   you   don’t   take   for   granted.   the   kinda   love   you   never   question   because   it   makes   you   feel   like   you   can   take   on   the   world.   sure   as   hell   made   amos   feel   brave   enough   to   stand   up   to   his   daddy   ,   any   time   he   started   aiming   his   fists   at   their   momma.             

          now   the   love   he   shared   with   micah   was   of   a   different   beast.   micah   and   amos   grew   up   together   but   to   be   MICAH   was   to   be   daddy’s   favorite.      micah   loved   amos,   that   was   true   to   him…   the   little   acts   of   rebellion   he   committed      for   amos—   even   substituting   himself   in   place   of   amos   for   daddy’s   beatings.   back   then   they   were   almost   unrecognizable   identical.   daddy   couldn’t   tell   the   difference. 

          their   mother   knew.   those   were   her   boys,   and   amos   knew   she   loved   them   both.   she   gave   all   her   love   to   her   boys.  though   amos   couldn’t   recall   a   time   micah   expressed   any   love   for   their   mother.   when   she   passed   he   didn’t   cry,   but   amos   cried   enough   for   both   of   them.   he   recalled   micah   comforting   him,   not   like   usual..   he   comforted   him.   told   him   that   he’d   always   love   him.   always.   micah’s   love   was   nothing   like   their   daddy’s…   evil   and   twisted   and   it   wasn’t   pure   like   their   mommas.   his   love   was   meant   for   amos.   amos   reckoned   he   didn’t   have   room   to   love   anyone   else.   he   felt   himself   get   choked   up,   hearing   those   words.   like   a   sad   song   tugs   hard   at   your   heart   until   you   break.   micah’s   words   fell   out   desperately   longing   for   amos   to   recognize   him   for   who   he   is—NOT   THE   MAN   THEIR   FATHER   MADE.   his   eyes   felt   like   they   were   on   fire   and   all   his   words   stayed   in   his   throat   where   they   twisted   until   it   ached   and   he   broke   from   constraining   himself.   wrapping   his   brother   into   an   embrace   that   he   felt   micah   trying   to   escape   from,   but   amos   held   him   until   he   gave   up   and   hugged   him   back.   “   i   love   you   too,   micah   ”      he   said   softly,   for   the   first   time   in   what   seemed   like   forever.   he   felt   himself   reminded   of   all   the   pain   they   had   suffered   together