A very western winter for the Gang Kray in the great wide open. Lovingly brought to life in the world --- @cajuncur and I created.

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A very western winter for the Gang Kray in the great wide open. Lovingly brought to life in the world --- @cajuncur and I created.
@standunshaken from right on over here
Part of him knew this day would come. It had been unfair to keep misleading her all this time. He’d enjoyed her company and a break away from his own life, but he supposed she deserved to know who she was letting hang around. If anything, he deserved it if she decided to turn around and shoot him, or the trip to the gallows he’d get if she went and turned him in.
He hesitated a moment before following her but still giving her some space. “Alright.. What do you want to know?”
@standunshaken asked: “I won’t see you for a long time, will I? I might never see you again.” (charlotte)
Nevernight Meme -- still accepting
A heavy feeling settled in his chest—he knew he'd have to say goodbye at some point. It wasn't that he had long to begin with, but even if he did...well, his life would end up keeping him away. He'd tried to keep a foot in two different places before, it didn't end well—that was a PAIN that still lingered but the lesson it put in his mind was one that he never let go of. He couldn't be two people at once. However, he enjoyed her company greatly, but it was never a guarantee that he'd STAY. Even if he really wanted to, he couldn't push away that FEAR of history repeating. He didn't deserve that type of life anyway, and she didn't deserve that from him, either. Arthur exhaled softly, his teeth finding purchase on the inside of his bottom lip as he twisted his mouth slightly in thought.
“...Yeah,” he settled on, bowing his head slightly, “Yeah, y' might not—after everythin', y' don't deserve me lyin' t' y'. Though...I only helped y' along with some very basic things, the rest y' took on yourself. Y' don't NEED me here. For all I...brought—the rest? Y' don't need it.”
ABSOLUTELY the Kray gang struggling through their snow storm. Stalked by something agonised and ravenous, aye --- @cajuncur?
western!AU
Once upon a time an English gangster out West - set on nothing but the great wide open and protecting his gang of hoodlums - found himself beset by butterflies when a certain young man met his eye and smiled. His thoughts on this?
...Oh fuck
❖ My muse accidentally falls asleep against yours.
She barely weighed anything, Miss Mayako. Barely anything more than the pearl dust on her cheeks; the silks she wore under the blankets that’d been passed on to her when the cold had started biting round the folks in the wagon that the brothers Kray had commissioned to ferry her and all her worldly goods out of the bondage she’d been bought and sold into. Barely more, Ron knew, for somewhere in their travels she’d managed to slip into sleep and had come to rest against his side; leaning without meaning to into the space he valued so highly.
The boys round them had watched in horror as she’d limpened; her dainty shoulder and lily-white cheek listing as she did til they met Ron’s shoulder; his bicep; her elbow finding the space between his own and his ribs. They foresaw an explosion - sudden tension and a snap and then he’d be off; snarling about whatever had irked him particularly about having his space stolen up. A new lad even placed a silent bet on him hitting her, which said more about the length of time he’d last in the Firm than it did one iota about Ron.
They foresaw it all.
But they’d got it wrong.
Their boss didn’t do much more than glance at the delicate creature drousing close to him; didn’t move to shake her off or wake her; didn’t snarl; didn’t snap; didn’t retreat. He simply glanced at her, black eyes taking their time to take her all in. And then he looked away, trained his gaze on the scenery as the wagon rolled on.
Incidentally, Mr Makes Bets lasted three days.
Western!verse
Iodine
That’s what the doctor had said Jami needed. Iodine, lots of sleep and all the red meat within a three mile radius of Valentine. Ron received the young man warmly as he hobbled out of his appointment, reeking of chemicals and covered in clean bandages. It was the blood loss, the doctor said, that the sleep and the red meat would remedy, and the iodine was to keep out infections - none of which, happily, had formed during their journey off of the mountain.
Propping his pal up by Claude the stallion, Ron disappeared off into greater Valentine with a mind to rustling up some coin. He had pocket fulls of bits and bobs going spare and a gun he could break down and sell for parts, so he wasn’t too concerned about being able to pay for a room in the saloon they could bed down in - just the one, because fucked if he was leaving Jami unguarded - food they could eat and other necessities.
Like Iodine.
@standunshaken, @cajuncur
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This most excellent positivity meme!
@standunshaken is a multi-muse blog that I’m just AWED by. I mean I’m awed by anyone who can maintain more than one muse at once - Ron’s…fucking demanding and I love him for it xD - but this…DAMN. There’s a whole WORLD made here, with intricate characters, high tension, interwoven story arches, ALL KINDS! It’s a treat to watch Mun weave their stories on my dash, and even more of a treat when I get to weave them with ‘em <3 10 thumbs up! A** perfection with a western twist right here.
@hislittledxll is manned by a lovely, lovely person who I think the absolute world of. Her writing is spectacular. Her muse, Monica, has a life of her own, she’s so well researched and from-the-heart written. And-
‘N she’s my wife. Monica. Not th’writah. Monica.’
..Yes. In certain verses Monica is indeed Ron’s wife <3
@pollysolomons is a relatively new blog I’ve been following. Mun’s a sweetie and has lots of really interesting headcanons about her characters that she weaves into her writing nicely. Also! Here be another multi-muse blog, and we know how Pumpkin-mun feels about multi-muse blogs! LOVE EM! I’ve got so much respect for folks who just got out there and tell their stories, writing expanded universe stuffs and bits and pieces. It’s all so interesting and lovely to see on my dash. Much recommended, this one! Go go, quick! Follow!