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🌻 + lovedefeats + missoshea + hellbentwidow + charmedgun + fleewest
🌻 + URL POSITIVITY MEME // ACCEPTING . // @lovedefeats !!! @missoshea !!! @hellbentwidow !!! @charmedgun !!! @fleewest !!!
Ayee girl power ok !!! in order to not make this the longest post in the world I’m gonna (*holds back tears*) try and refrain myself from writing too much dsjkh. I’ll also put it under read more because who am I kidding it’ll be long anyway.
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❝ It’s been a long week for everyone, my love — but things are looking up for us now. We’re good & there’s no need for worrying. There really ain’t. ❞
❝ Sit now, — have a drink with me. ❞
‘ i think flowers make a room look so friendly. ’
shirley jackson starters
“ yeah...that they do... “ but his gaze wasn’t on the flowers. no. how could he when annabelle was right there with her radiant smile and words sweeter than honey? he attempted to sit up, the action causing his wounds to send a fresh wave of pain through his chest. he cried out, letting himself fall back down on the cot. his breaths came as sharp hisses through gritted teeth as he struggled to find words.
“ so what brought you to rose creek? “ he asked, the sentence much more strained than what he intended.
🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse ( :3 )
nonverbal starters (not accepting.) @lovedefeats
❝ W-what is all this for?❞
“if you want love, lower your expectations a lot.” (( horrible woman snfbsjdnSkfbdifj ))
bo burnham starters
“ well, miss annabelle, i believe there’s at least one person for everyone on this earth. with how many people there are, there has t’ be, “ with a swig of whiskey, his expression changed, “ it ain’t ‘bout expectations. i guess it’s more about how the person for me might have been my only person. “ he was slightly drunk, otherwise he wouldn’t be so vulnerable. “ i...i do miss her. jane, i mean. ain’t any other woman like her. “
a hug for good luck
hug prompts | accepting!
annabelle is quite the woman , with a lot of personality in her pocket . makin’ her quite the charmin’ lady , it makes sense why dutch could be so involved . for arthur however , it is entertainment . they only been down this road followin’ another one of dutch’s many plans for the umpteenth time . it is as if she’s spent too much time listenin’ to sean’s shenanigans bout irish luck an’ whatnot . arthur can only assure her that the plan is sound and he don’t need some rabbit’s foot or prayers .
‘ yer th’ only sane mind here , annabelle . ‘ he pats gently whilst smothered in her warm embrace . a terrible gesture to console but he follows through with the nudge of her chin . not that his eyes could encourage her with confidence , but they all say it time and time again … arthur is the best shot they have . it is a title he can wear with pride , not because of luck . he’s just that damn good .
[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc .
non-sexual acts of dominance
he smiled softly at her as she combed him hair back into place. he’d been running around most of the day, chasing a bounty, his hat firmly on his head. he’d come up empty handed and had sauntered into their usual saloon with a tired, defeated expression on his face as he tossed his hat onto the table and sank into the chair. he let out a heavy sigh, not saying anything for a few moments before the gentle feeling of anna’s fingers in his hair brought him back to reality, lifting his mood almost immediately. he couldn’t help but smile as he felt stray hairs fall back into place. “ thank you, ma cher, “ he murmured, leaning into her touch until he was resting his head against her shoulder.
[ possessive ] your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other .
non-sexual acts of dominance
“ anna... “ to anyone else, his tone might be a warning, but to annabelle, there was still his usual gentleness (and perhaps a hint of gratefulness.) when people insulted him, there was an expectation for he--the angel of death--to stand up for himself and possibly shoot the offender if it came to it. bit he knew why she did it. she knew he didn’t want to kill anyone, and it was easy to play off. sneering, he looked at the drunk that had made the inciting disrespectful comment. “ as much as i’d like to put your money where your mouth is, son, i’m afraid my lady here does not particularly enjoy such activities, “ he had to stop himself from laughing at the comment. anna? not enjoying a good fight? only in his strangest, opium induced day dreams, “ if you had an ounce of charm in your scrawny little body, you’d understand my predicament. “
