love of my life...

valkyrie / georgia : 19 : she / they / fae : here to selfship ! 

[valkyrie-selfships]

greetings selfship tumblr ! i'm very new here.

you can call me valkyrie or georgia.

my main f/os are wrench from w.atch dogs and sam d.rake from u.ncharted !

i'd love to meet some fine folks on this side of the internet, and we can talk about our shared love of fictional folks !

carrd !!

[edgeworths-waifu]

Do yall ever just, when playing a video game or watching a movie, pretend that your f/o is right there beside you, watching you play the game/watching the movie with you?

Because same 👉👈

[valkyrie-selfships]

[valkyrie-selfships]

on today's episode of ignoring the canon fates of characters for the sake of me having crushes + starting to see one character as a father figure : nothing happened to jonron or el tigre they're both fine, it's fine. they're fine. they're both still fighting like they have been, nothing bad happened to them.

[zaffyrr]

¡Viva Libertad! [on Redbubble]

[voidselfshipp]

New game idea

Send an ask about your favourite shipp of mine and why👀👀

We all need some validation every once in a while!

[valkyrie-selfships]

The Christmas Ranch : Chapter One

Summary : the start of a story. Georgia Rothbone gets a call she'll never forget and decides to go visit a longtime friend. I said i was gonna write this hehehe Warnings? : nothing tbh Tag list : @tekkai @1980ssunflower @polkadotheart @rebeccaselfships Word count : 1,046

The sun was shining on an early December morning in the city, and a girl was bustling down the street, in quite a hurry. This was Georgia Rothbone, hustling down the street, coming to an abrupt stop in front of a small storefront, her store. She sold all sorts of things she made, and it was a compliment to her online store, which gave her a boost in sales she appreciated quite heavily.

Her world was a dream for her, she worked on her own hours, she did as she chose to. She spent her day drawing in a leatherbound journal, as the 70s rock pandora station played over the radio in the store. She only took a break for her lunch, or for when a customer came into the store. This was how her life had been for years, this was how her life continued for another week. She was sitting at work when her phone rang. Thr man on the other side of the call sounded exceptionally official. "Miss Rothbone?" "This is she." The woman offered, propping her cell phone between her ear and her shoulder, bustling around to restock shelves." "I hate to be the bearer of bad news Miss Rothbone, but i'm afraid you're going to have to vacate the premises of your store." She stopped in her tracks, hands halfway to the shelf. "Pardon me?" "The company that owns your store has not paid the utility bills in almost six months. Unless you think you can run your store with no heat, no electricity, and no running water, or can come up with a little over four thousand dollars on exceptionally short notice, i'm afraid we're gonna have to shut the building down." "I'm- this is my livelihood. Don't you people realize that? I was barely scraping by selling online, having a storefront that i could sell out of gave me the chance to not worry about paying my own bills!" She sighed, throwing her phone on the counter after putting the call on speaker. "Is there someone I can talk to? I can't lose this store." "They're kicking me out of the store! Can you believe this shit?" Georgia was fuming. She had just gotten off a nearly hour long phone call, which was mostly hold music, telling her that she was being removed from the storefront that people were renting her, because the people were months behind on all kinds of payments, and basically, unless she could get up the roughly four and a half thousand dollars to pay their back payments, she was seven shades of screwed. "So basically, the store is going to be closing, restricting me to just my online sales, my piece of shit boyfriend left me, and I am spiraling, Abby. What am I gonna do?" "I've got an offer. Come spend Christmas out on the ranch with John and I, might give you a chance to clear your head and come up with another plan." It had been three days since she was kicked out of her store, she had her things packed up. She had spent the last three hours staring at the wall in her apartment as it snowed outside, until her phone rang. One of her closest friends was on the other side. Abigail Roberts was one of the first people that had talked to a young Georgia in school, and they were close friends. Until Abby grew up and met John Marston, and moved out west with him. They still kept in touch over phone calls, Abigail keeping Georgia updated on her life out west, sending pictures of her son, who Georgia was absolutely in awe of. Cutest little kid. "So, you're offering me the chance to spend Christmas with you and your other half out on a ranch in the middle of nowhere?" "Pretty much, yeah." "Will you come pick me up from the airport?" "I'll see if I can convince John to let me borrow the truck for the day. It just snowed." Abigail ended her sentiment with a giggle, and Georgia was already looking at plane tickets. "So now, as I see if there's a cheap ticket westward bound, onto my second problem. Good for nothing Alexander decided I wasn't worth the stress." "Well good riddance. If he can't see what he's losing, that's his own damned fault." The call lasted another hour or so, both women complaining about everything they could come up with, before the call finally ended. Three more days and she'd be on a plane, headed west, to spend christmas on the ranch, and hopefully by the time she saw her apartment again, she'd have a plan on where to go from here. At least, she hoped she would. Three days flew by like there was nothing to them, and Georgia was packed and tapping her foot outside gate 3 at the airport. An early afternoon flight a few hundred miles west, into Montana. Where she

would have a chance to re-evaluate what her life had become, and spend some time with a friend who she hadn't seen in person in a very long time. Onto the plane, into her seat. Georgia still had figuring out to do, and figured her time on the airplane was good enough to start. She flipped her laptop open, spending the few minutes it too to turn on after the plane was in the air ordering a drink. The flight attendant was kind, the drink was good, and frankly, Georgia thought alcohol was just about what she needed now. She opened her laptop and the first thing she did, before she even started on the work she had to do to straighten out her business, was a little research of her own. Van der Linde Ranch. Google spit back a handfull of entries right at the top of the results about roping trophies from years past, and then there was the article. She learned a lot. The place she was headed was supposedly ran by a guy named Dutch van der Linde, but he shared ownership with a friend of his, Hosea Matthews. Biggest ranch in America, and despite many attempts to get the land out from under them, Dutch and Hosea were going nowhere fast.

[valkyrie-selfships]

my dearest friend, if you don't mind, i'd like to join you by your side. where we can gaze into the stars and sit together now and forever. for it is plain as anyone can see we are simply meant to be.

have i mentioned wrench is a nerd? and a showboat? he's a nerd but i love him a lot.

and he may have decided a rooftop picnic was the perfect time to announce his thoughts, that dedsec's resident weirdos should make their teamup a little more official.

[papapinku]

1 and 2 are the only acceptable options 😤

Made by Raxel04 via Reddit!

[blissfulsuggestions-deactivated]

waking up to you asleep peacefully cuddled on my chest sounds really nice right about now.

[valkyrie-selfships]

hello once again internet.

it's been... rough, but i'm back now! hopefully i won't just spontaneously disappear again.

you know that the bad stuff has gotten bad when you return to this site for a distraction-----

[valkyrie-selfships]

am i focusing on john today? yes. do i have work today? yes. have i written out a whole plot for the resistance au? yes. will i be imagining it all day? you bet your bottom dollar.

[too-much-john-seed]

John Seed’s Ranch in

——- the winter -——

[valkyrie-selfships]

it snowed. is snowing

[valkyrie-selfships]

and now my annual fall love / hate relationship with rain turns to love once more because the weather man forecasted snow next week.

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on the topic of my hallmark movie rdr thing i compared it to yellowstone? time to compare the characters too

- suppose i should start with my s/i, and in a way she takes the part of beth dutton. the ‘big city’ girl, but will fight tooth and nail for those she cares about - arthur would be rip. beth’s love interest, the foreman of the ranch, and outwardly a hardass but can let loose around those he trusts. - john is kayce. this is me making john marginally less incompetent, giving him the chance to be the one who can help take care of the family through his actual legal job in law enforcement - of course that means abigail would be monica and jack would be tate, finishing off that little segment of the family. the kickass mother, and the little boy who wants to follow in his daddy’s shoes. - the role of john dutton would be shared by dutch and hosea, who, in my opinion, run the ranch together. - in the premiere i was fully ready to punch jamie, so his role goes to micah, who i’d also like to punch.

i think that’s most of them, at least that i can place as main members of the dutton family. the other named members of the gang would probably fit in as the other people we see working on the ranch.

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i made a ( super blurry tbh ) fic banner thing. i am fully committed to this idea????