#westernverse

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Dallas was so busy watching the bright look of amusement that danced in Ponyboy's green-gray eyes that he missed Johnny's growing discomfort- until he snapped, that is- "Leave her alone Dal." 

Dallas's gaze snaps to the meeker teen, startled. Apparently Ponyboy had also missed it, as when Dallas glanced back over at him, he wore a look of open confusion. Eyebrows pushed together and face scrunched as he looked at the dark teen.

"What'd you just say to me?" Dallas doesn't fight to keep the anger out of his tone, leaning forwards to leer down at Johnny challengingly.

He may not have been around for a while, but surely he hadn't been gone for so long that people had forgotten who he was?

Dallas follows the bob of Ponyboy's Adam's apple in his peripheral vision as Johnny takes a shaky breath.

"Just, leave her alone. We wanna watch tha show." Johnny's voice dies down the longer he talks, but to his credit, he does hold eye contact when he's done talking.

Dallas's hands twitch as he fights back the immediate urge that tells him to belt whoever dared to tell him what to do, anger flaring harshly. He lets it leach into his sneer as he leans further into Johnny's face until the younger is ducking away to avoid looking at him. "Ya tellin' me what ta do, Johnnycakes?" 

Johnny doesn't answer, gulping and flinching away minutely.

Dallas wipes his arm against his face as he glances around them, red-hot anger blurring his vision a bit. Ponyboy is still staring at Johnny, all signs of amusement missing from his tense form. He clearly expected Dallas to go after Johnny.

Fuck.

Dallas growls as he leaps to his feet, slamming the seat backwards a few feet and getting the few remaining folk in the crowd's attention. The flamboyantly dressed man and his dapper showgirls have fallen silent now. The two Townie girls and Johnny flinch back at the sound but don't actually look up from their feet.

Ponyboy's eyes snap up to Dallas, head tilting slightly as they make eye contact before Dallas huffs and turns on his heel and stomps off, feeling oddly exposed. His stolen peacemaker burns in its holster on his hip, his fingers twitching again as if to squeeze the trigger as he stalks back towards Gunner, towards the saloon, or even the sheriff's, more than ready to hunt another kind of action.

Come With me, I'll Show you how to Live for Free, Nobody got a Thing on me. - Wild West/RDR2 au snippet

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Would cowboy Dallas wear a black hat or a white hat?

I think he'd wear a black hat for obvious reasons but I'm open to outside opinions.

(I love story telling through clothes and cowboy hats is my favorite genre)

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Dallas brushing down the horses, Gunner keeps butting his head against him and nickering, mouthing at his pockets for treats. Rowdy nips him any time Dallas isn't paying enough attention to his head or stops scratching him. Red just stands there placidly, head level or low to the ground, ears pointed at Dallas and eyes watching him too.

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(13. Hysterical)

"We can't steal a horse! They'll hang us!" Johnny's protests are silenced by Dallas's raised eyebrow: "Naw, they'll hang ya fer killing the mayor's son 'fore they'll getcha for horse theft." The idea is almost absurd enough to justify Ponyboy's hysterical giggle.

Very inspired rn so I'm doing a 50 moments from the Western!Verse and this interaction made me laugh.

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CONFESSIONS for the soft/comfort whatever prompt

demon-witch05 💚💜

@demon-witch05 💜💚 :D

"I'd follow you East 'till the sun's falls outta tha sky, if that's where ya were hankering ta go." Dallas doesn't know why he says it, his grip tightening on the leather straps of Gunner's bridle until his knuckles are nearly white.

We arm Ourselves With the Wrongs We've Done; Name Them off, one by one.

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hunt, owl, blue, pacify, doe

Hullo!! :D

These come from different aus!

Hunt

Ponyboy's breath catches in his throat, ragged and strained as he gasps, the Soc that'd managed to bring him down was laughing in his ear; loud and spiteful, harsh against his head that throbbed from the collision with the ground. He claws and kicks to try and gain some leverage, to escape, but he loses the ability to as another Soc grabs his wrists, the two working together to drag him back towards Bob, towards the fountain, but that's not what has fear shooting through Ponyboy.

No, it was the prickling sensation of being watched, the creeping feeling of being hunted, and every step back towards that fountain only made the pressure build.

And I bit my lip the Second you Sipped the Poison That was Mixed for me. - Hintonween story 1

Owl

Dally is hunched in the middle of the room, breathing heavy, deep breaths. He stands up slowly, uncurling to reveal he was taller than he normally seemed, taller even, by a few inches, than Darry. His dark hair now glowing a platinum blonde in the minimal moonlight coming through the broken door that hangs off the frame. He turns to look at Ponyboy like an owl, ice blue eyes piercing through the darkness as his head twists around first, followed by his body that unravels until it faces Ponyboy.

Think I'm Getting Butterflies, but it's Really Something Telling me to run Away. - Hintonween story 2

Blue

Crack! The sound cuts through the air, causing both Dallas and Tim's attention to snap over to the eggs, it's with wide-eyes and a blade still pressed against Tim's side that a small, blue, feathered birdlike creature comes stumbling out, feet too big for its tiny body and egg fluid causing a small shard of shell to stick to it's tail. "The egg is less leathery then I was expecting-" Dallas wants to listen to whatever scientific babble Ponyboy is saying, he really does, but he can't take his attention off the small Utah raptor that let's out a small chirp while looking up at them.

Every Word I say is Kindling but the Smoke Clears When You're Around. - Jurassic world au

Pacify

"C'mon hun, I'll make ya feel real good." Sylvia purrs in his ear, a hand on his chest, they'd fallen right back into their old cycle, as if he hadn't been gone for eight months, as if he hadn't spent all days trying to keep Ponyboy's eyes on him. He tosses his cards onto the table, he'd had a shit hand anyway, and stands up, his hands sliding down Sylvia's sides to rest on her hips as she guides him back towards the private rooms.

Of course, as soon as he gets his hands up her shirt is when Buck walks in. The barkeeper raising his hands to pacify him as he speaks up. "Got'a couple'a boys out here askin' afer ya." Dallas is about to tell him to fuck off but he swallows the words, any interest he might have had in Sylvia slipping away when Buck continues. "Said they was named Ponyboy an' Johnny?"

Come With me, I'll Show you how to Live for Free, Nobody got a Thing on me. - westernverse

Doe

Rusty-James attention is pulled away from Ponyboy as a doe steps into the clearing, it's much like the buck from the other day, except today the sky was coated in thick layer of dark clouds, and instead of walking straight this deer stumbled, head low to the ground and swaying as if drunk. Ponyboy's eyebrows furrow as he turns to look at whatever had pulled away Rusty-James attention and as soon as he looks at the doe it collapses to the ground, legs kicking out in the throes of death.

Rusty-James is right on Ponyboy's heels as he rushes over to the doe, but he wishes he hadn't followed so close when he catches first hand the look on Ponyboy's face upon seeing the body- if it could be called that, the thick layer of maggots crawling just under the doe's fur, every inch of skin moving and rotting, but Rusty-James couldn't peel his gaze away from the stricken horror on Ponyboy's face.

Come out of the Shallows and Into the Fathoms Below. - Clericverse

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1 - Steady.

Dallas's firm body presses up against the length of Ponyboy's, one of his arms coiled low around Ponyboy's hips while the other hovers just below where the rifle sits in Ponyboy's grip, ready to steady it- him- if needed.

2 - Sun.

The glass bottles catch the sun mockingly, Dallas is in the middle of saying something when Ponyboy levels the barrel and- bang! once, twice, and a third; leaving the three shattered bottles strewn across the grass and Dallas staring at him with wide eyes and a crooked grin.

It was the Second I lit Your First Cigarette; I Forget who you Used to be. - 50 moments in the Western!Verse

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Teeth, scent, flinch, laden for wip guessing please.

Laden is such an interesting word for this

In that I don't think I have ever organically used it

Teeth, Scent

The leather is hot against his slick back, long since warmed by the summer sun and sticking unpleasantly to his sweaty skin; his jaw aches from how hard he snaps his teeth to warn the alpha off- but Tim descends on him with a single-minded determination. Dallas's arms are weak, muscles sore and protesting, easily pinned to the leather in one firm hold. Dallas is lightheaded as Tim crowds the small space entirely; he doesn't even have a second to process how wonderful the alpha's scent is before teeth are hooking into his mating gland and his vision whites out entirely, his aching body falling limp as a loud keening whine escapes him against his will.

I Fought With Tooth and Nail Before the Flag had Flown. - Omegaverse, Snakeoil omega Dallas WIP

Flinch

The door has gouges in the cheap thin wood, and Curly's fingernails are cracked and bleeding; his eyes are dark and wild with streaks of tears and dried blood from trying to wipe away the tears decorating his cheeks. When Tim moves, the younger boy flinches harshly, throwing himself under his older brother's arms in a bid to escape the dark closet- Frederick jolts to try to catch the fourteen-year-old, but it seems Tim has been prepared, as he catches him and pulls him against his chest, sinking to his knees to wrap his arms around his younger brother as calming coos leave him.

Let the Others Drown 'Fore you Reach to Pull Them Back Ashore. - Curly gets caught in a truancy raid WIP

Laden

Early dawn light filtered through the old barn walls; the aging wood had done nothing to keep out the chill of the night. Dallas groans as he shifts, a hand pressing against his side; the bullet wound was hot to the touch and aggravated by his careless handling. He'd survived the night; that was his biggest concern, and as he spares a glance around at the dried-hay-bale-laden stall, his next concern would be figuring out where he'd ended up.

A Rope in Hand for Your Other man to Hang From a Tree. - alternate westernverse WIP