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the urge to write a fic or something combining the world of the mcr album danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys with my cowboy wizard oc wit

#totally insane idea #but they’ve been known to wander through the hills and deserts and also have a strong anti-capitalist sentiment #they would totally help the killjoys out #thinking about this as I continue to procrastinate writing rp replies but at least I have ideas again #wit (oc)#k speaks

Introducing . . . Justice 'Wit' Crawford'

once well known for their good deeds and seemingly impossible feats, justice ‘wit’ crawford is mostly remembered as ‘wit’, the kindly cowfolk of the hills. now, their existence is widely debated and has become a cornerstone of the town’s folklore. many search to find signs of the elusive cowfolk of the hills and their unexplainable talents, but no concrete evidence of their existence has been found…. yet.

wit is an independent original character created by kaija.

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the boot yard.

tucked away in a valley between the hills rests a series of six wooden planks, worn down and battered by time and the elements. they were long forgotten pieces on the environment for most people, but not for wit. they were intimately familiar with the scene. this was the boot yard they had carefully built for their friends over the years after each one had met their fate and gone up the flume.

wit dismounted their horse and hitched her to nearby tree, pausing to dig around in the saddle bags for something. they found what they were looking for fairly quickly -- a small canvas drawstring bag, and an assortment of wildflowers wrapped in a discoloured piece of paper -- and turned to look over the carefully maintained site. they let out a shaky sigh and stepped forward, ready to begin what they had come here to do.

the painted names on the wood had been bleached from long days spent in the sun, and the intricate carvings had become shallow and barely visible, having been buffed out by sand and dust carried on the strong winds that blew through the canyon. the oldest of the modest monuments had been here for 138 years, and it certainly looked it. wit didn't even need to read the fading writing to know who it belonged to -- they had memorized the layout of the graves many years ago. their friends, resting in the order they fell.

they made their way through the small memorial, stopping to kneel in front of each grave marker. using a fallen twig, they begin to trace out various symbols at each place in silence, slowly inscribing the ground with sigils for protection, peace, and safe travels. wit knew that it wouldn't do much, that their magic would never reach to their friends in the great beyond, but the practice gave them a sense of comfort. on each grave, they placed a carved river rock and a single cut wildflower. there were many of these tokens and offerings throughout the site, each left by wit on previous visits. if one looked closely at the carved stones and other objects, it would be easy to see a stylistic evolution as the artist became more adept at the skill. wit had, unfortunately, had a long time to be able to practice. the newest ones were quite complex, with some open-work and finer details carved onto the surface.

as the sun began to slowly sink towards the horizon, wit finally stood up and brushed the dirt from their clothes, and in a rare moment removed their hat, holding it against their chest in an open, almost prayer-like gesture. the quiet of the scene was broken when they finally spoke, voice little more than a whisper.

"i'll see you again further down the trail, my dear friends."

they turned, glancing once more over their shoulder before unhitching their horse from the tree and riding over the horizon with the setting sun. it wouldn't be long before they came back to sit with their thoughts and regrets and dreams that couldn't possibly come true, but for now, this was enough. it would have to be.

#wit (oc)#this is one of my favourite pieces that i have ever written so i thought i'd share