𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽.

original red dead redemption character.

[mykingackles]

dorothy “heart eyes” gale

[thepunishergifs]

[finemaleactors]

Forrest Goodluck in The Revenant

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁.   (   a collection of violence & injury - based action prompts. adjust phrasing / reverse roles as desired. mature themes ahead. absolutely do not use these for non-con.   )

[ 01. ] sender takes receiver down to the ground during a fight. [ 02. ] sender leaves scratches / bruises on receiver's body. [ 03. ] sender cruelly applies pressure to receiver's [ wound / bruise ]. [ 04. ] sender lightly trails a sharp knife across receiver's cheek. [ 05. ] sender wraps a hand around receiver's neck & cuts off their oxygen. [ 06. ] after a long - winded chase, sender finally corners receiver. [ 07. ] sender holds a knife to receiver's throat, blade nicking their skin. [ 08. ] sender pushes receiver into a wall & pins them there. [ 09. ] sender has poisoned receiver's [ drink / food ]. [ 10. ] sender aims a loaded gun at receiver, cocking the hammer. [ 11. ] sender suddenly throws a punch at receiver during a confrontation. [ 12. ] sender hurls an item across the room at receiver's head. [ 13. ] sender forcefully pushes receiver's head underwater. [ 14. ] sender unexpectedly arrives at receiver's home covered in blood & bruises. [ 15. ] sender pleads for receiver to help them with hiding a body. [ 16. ] sender is knocked out during a fight, & wakes up in receiver's home. [ 17. ] sender gently dabs the blood from receiver's face with a wet cloth. [ 18. ] sender crafts a tourniquet from their own clothes to stop receiver's bleeding. [ 19. ] after severely wounding receiver, sender approaches them menacingly. [ 20. ] sender takes receiver by the throat & lifts them off the floor. [ 21. ] sender licks receiver's blood from their fingers. [ 22. ] sender viciously bites receiver during a struggle. [ 23. ] sender draws receiver's blood for the first time. [ 24 ] sender grabs receiver's hair, forcing their bloodied face up to look at them. [ 25. ] sender straddles receiver to pin them to the floor.

[ 26. ] receiver wakes up tied to a chair, sender standing before them. [ 27. ] sender threatens receiver with torture in order to extract information. [ 28. ] sender is severely injured & receiver must dial an emergency number. [ 29. ] sender, bleeding through their bandages, faints in front of receiver. [ 30. ] sender goes to strike receiver with a [ blunt object ]. [ 31. ] finally in position, sender can't make themself kill receiver. [ 32. ] sender intentionally breaks one of receiver's bones to demobilize them. [ 33. ] sender deprives receiver of sustenance for an extended period of time. [ 34. ] sender slaps receiver across the face in a moment of anger. [ 35. ] through [ coercion / force ] sender makes receiver kneel before them. [ 36. ] sender prepares to make the killing blow upon receiver. [ 37. ] sender jumps in front of a strike meant for receiver. [ 37. ] after a third party threatens receiver, sender takes revenge & attacks them. [ 38. ] sender has taken a third party prisoner as an offering to receiver. [ 39. ] sender, in a frenzy, hunts receiver through the vast dark wilderness. [ 40. ] receiver is trapped in a maze-like structure with sender hunting them down. [ 41. ] sender draws receiver a hot bath to soothe their wounds. [ 42. ] sender begs receiver not to succumb to their injuries. [ 43. ] sender harshly takes receiver by the chin, forcing eye contact. [ 44. ] sender is in the hospital, severely injured, & receiver just got the news. [ 45. ] sender is the first person receiver sees after returning to consciousness.

[wiiaca]

“I’ve got a mind for opportunity, and you’ve got.. well, whatever it is that keeps you alive. We could be unstoppable."

" loyalty to my people. empathy .. if you ever heard of it. love, all that good stuff that supposedly makes the world go round and you steer clear from. " she replies sternly. the cinch is pulled just right around wahiwa's belly. stirrup gently pulled from the strap to dangle freely. for a moment she eyes him from under the rim of her hat, debating if what he said was real.

them? working together? it'd be more like using each other to their own ends and .. sokanon's gut feeling told her only one of them is going to end up coming out of it alive. instincts usually saved her .. but what if.. she's never turned down 'help' when going against cornwall and his goons. hell, she joined arthur in getting the documents from the heartland oilrig. steeping that low to get it help from the van der linde .. would she again in gaining atlas an ally? he has to prove himself first.

" any fool who thinks himself unstoppable is beyond me. maybe .. if you can prove i can trust you before we do anything big against our common foe. i don't trust you, @noturliberator, never will. so help me, i help you. deal? "

[hunnamsource]

[wiiaca]

❝ i know you’re dying to say something to me. ❞

somewhere, out there .. sokanon can relax a little. otaktay went out hunting for supper, ike and atticus discussing something in the far corner of camp and sokanon is here, with atlas, sipping hot, fresh coffee, gun belt hung closeby on a branch. she was watching wahiwa and the other horses graze for a bit in the open field, near a shallow stream that joined the river north of here.

the coffee. oh, the coffee was delicious. the smell hit her nostrils, the taste, while always leaving a certain aftertaste on the back of her tongue, felt like a luxury she afforded every now and then. breakfast was just as well; sausages, eggs, bacon with cut up hash. atticus threw in some herbs and salt and that morning was spent taking naps.

hours later, sokanon found herself fresh from a nap herself. long hair untied, wavy and in thick chunks. red felt blanket slung over her shoulders. it was a good nap until .. that grating @noturliberator greets her.

an eye peers over the rim of her tin mug, she manages another sip before replying, " i'd say fuck off, atlas, but i'm in a good mood. have some coffee .. it's cornwall's personal stock. " cheers.

[wiiaca]

𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐔𝐓; 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆. sporadic activity. highly selective. multiversed.

[wiiaca]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. dalish elf . rogue . 35 . angry widow & mother.

it's no secret that elves have been kidnapped under tevinter magisters to be slaves of their households. if they are incapable of preforming their duties, there are worse fates to suffer. sokanon's clan has been under scrutiny from one particular magister and his hired goons of venatori cultists have shaped their land shaped from wandering forests and fields of flower to nothing more than a dead land. there, her people struggle to survive, an alienage, they call it, which is no different than an arena ..

the final straw that would eventually lead to the magister's downfall happened one winter evening. while hunting with select others, the venatori came into the night and started demanding children to be taken to minrathous. for what purpose they did not know .. fear and anger escalated to a breaking point; sokanon's husband, erkowe, would not their two children be taken and a fit of panic, defended himself against a brute. chaos soon followed after. screams broke out and magick wreaked all those who resisted or fled. erkowe, and their two children, the first of the fallen. by morn, nothing was left but mothers, fathers, grandparents, even children weeping over frozen forms of their loved ones.

when sokanon arrived she rushed to find her village crippled .. and rains fall, one of the elders, ushered the woman to a tent where the scene would rip her heart from her chest .. the scene seared into her mind, heart, and soul. erkowe, already on the brink of death, holds onto life as long as he could. critically injured, he'd explain what happened, cried for their children, and eventually succumbed to his wounds. sokanon's cries melded well into the afternoon and what tree seeds they mustered were planted in their honour, far from the usual reaches of venatori claws.

sokanon hence ushered into vengeance. she would leave her clan to personally hunt all venatori, and the one solely responsible of the suffering of her people.

COMPASSION AS A CHEST WOUND /. I DON'T CARE. says a woman who's constantly seeking revenge. /. why are you so full of rage? because i am full of grief. /. i can't abandon the person i used to be so i carry her. /. LOVER. HUNTER. FRIEND AND ENEMY. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE EVERY ONE OF THESE. :')

[wiiaca]

speaking of werewolves: I have 1 oc named kaneonuskstew aka William Lowell and Charles, who is half werewolf. still following the main game storyline but can diverge whenever. he's from the shoshone tribe. sokanon herself is a werewolf hunter ( generally a monster hunter).

[wiiaca]

gnight yall. I appreciate u guys for interacting with sokanon. means a lot. 🥰

[wiiaca]

WHAT FOLKLORE MONSTER ARE YOU? THE BANSHEE.

There is something inside you that hears the end before it comes. Your instincts ring like a distant wail when something is about to break — relationships, opportunities, trust, illusions. This inner warning system makes you hyper-attuned to shifts in tone, silence, and subtle signals others dismiss. People may call you dramatic or sensitive, but really you are prophetic in ways that unsettle. You sense decline, endings, and emotional death with painful clarity, often long before anyone else does. Though this gift can isolate you, it’s also your greatest protection. You carry the grief of generations in your voice, and when you speak, something ancient listens.

tagged by: @soil-from-slaghtaverty ( kisses! ) tagging: @tophatandbrassknuckles . @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins . @ihmissutta . @swindlcr. & anyone else who hadn't done it.

[wiiaca]

sokanon deserves a picnic date just saying.

[wiiaca]

➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off.

" you're going to be pissed off?! " the woman almost yells. bloody hands grip her thigh. blood seeping through tighten grip. not enough. not enough. hells, she's already fucking pissed off for catching a bullet, stuck in this situation. sokanon ducks as a bullet ricochets off the rock a couple inches above her head, a hard whistle ringing in her ears.

luckily for arthur, this isn't sokanon's first fight that she gotten wounded at. soka heaves for air to concentrate .. looking around .. then she spies it. @sacredeeer's suspenders. she barks, " give me your suspender. now! "

[wiiaca]

she hears him. and her knuckles itch. but she's on a different playground tonight and all she can do is listen and look somewhere else. dutch and micah playing parley with the hyena denizens, that bastard williamson ( that got away from her and her men months back .. what a shitshow that was ) and the old man. arthur? where did he run off to?

" he's fine. shaken, but fine. " she answers in regards to her son, appearing nonchalant as she finally takes her seat in the corner, eyeing the other. andy did what she expected of him. it was the mother in her that ran wild for a second. otaktay made sure to keep the trail clean for a few days after that debacle.

" *rains fall has retired for the night. cobble streets don't do well on aging knees, i guess. " he doesn't need to know where or the whole truth. as for lemieux .. that's another story entirely. she wouldn't be surprised if bronte had him in his pocket. evelyn miller, on the other hand, seemed more sympathetic for his own reasons to their cause than most─

god, that drink looks so tempting. sokanon rubs between her brows, swallowing the urge.

" is there ever a time you stop running your mouth, atlas? " she's sounding more tired by the minute. still, she goes on. " i know what the others think and how this works. yet we still abide by it because .. it's better than doing nothing. and who .. what fucking competition? you? in the past five years alone, i've seen and heard cornwall take out competition left and right. if i were you, i'd watch my back. " a pause. " what the hell are you doing here, anyway? tailing me? "

[sylfane]

☕ rant about soka. 😌

Atlas clenches his jaw, relaxes it just as quick at the hot pang of pain that sparks through his molars, upper lip twitching in something between a wince and a sneer as he glances askance, arms crossing across his chest with one hand flexing into a white-knuckled fist, then splayed fingers again, the joints in his knuckles popping. "She's.. useful." He sighs, like the mild praise pains him to say. "Quick." He scowls at the memory of impact, of fist meeting jaw. "Awful ornery for a woman, but this life will do that - don't like how close she is with Sean, annoying trying to get ahold of him and lookin' like a fool for it cos' he's out gallavantin' with the likes of her and her lot in who-knows-where! - should do something about that." He furrows his brow, bites the inside of his cheek, lowers his tone, thoughtful. "I really, really should do somethin' about that - could scoop up her whole band and have 'em eatin' out of my palm if she wasn't so.. involved. But.. not yet. Still have some blood left to squeeze from that stone, I think, she's worth more on her own than that whole flock put t'gether - and she's too fuckin' infamous in these parts, too many people would go lookin' for someone like her, whether friend or foe. Better to let her shoot herself in the foot, and conveniently be there to pick up the pieces, as it were. After all, if she were to.. pass.. by somethin' not immediately obvious of her own fault.. Sean wouldn't understand, be all.. mopey, and shit, then get all obsessed with findin' out what happened, which would be even more annoyin' than how it is with her alive. And she'd probably go hauntin' me. Real pain in the neck, that woman."

[maureen2musings]

When The Wild Looked Back in Montana

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