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[silvertonguesilverdollar]

@wildwestz asked-  ☕ - reassuring touch ( maybe on the anniversary of bessie and his wedding or her death she’s comforting him bc she noticed father figure hosea is rather sad )-  Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!

Hosea has done practically nothing all day. Nothing but sit on his bed roll, drinking whiskey and staring at his photo from time to time. He avoids contact with pretty much anybody, or at least tries to avoid it. Sharing a tent meant that he had no choice but to let others stop by, but still, he says nothing to them, choosing instead to keep his head down.

He considers drinking himself into a state. Drinking so much that he doesn’t have to feel the heartache that this day brings to him every year. The day he lost her, his Bessie-Though something inside him fights the urge, remembering how bad he had gotten when he allowed himself down that path. He can never do that to himself again. it wasn’t fair on the others and now he is much too old and sick to come out the other side. No, something like that would finish him for sure.

Just as he brings the bottle away from his lips, he feels something gently take his shoulder. His dark eyes shoot upwards, meeting Kathleen’s. He attempts to hold it together, but this compassionate gesture almost makes his eyes spill. Almost. ‘…Oh hello, dear.’ He says, his voice straining and a few chokes slipping out. Part of him wants her to leave, but the other part wants her to stay for just a little while.

His hand moves to her hand that sits on his shoulder and he holds her there for a moment. ‘I’m alright…’ He coughs.’ ‘I’m alright.’

‘Thank you.’

[wildwestz]

Giving his shoulder a small squeeze. “Hello.” She spoke softly, she could tell by Jim keeping to himself something was wrong, “You know Hosea- if you ever need someone to talk to I’m always here for you.” She begin. “It seems something is troubling you. I hardly ever seen you drink around camp. Is everything alright?” She added softly. Kathleen honestly was worried out of her mind. Hosea was like a father to her. A father she should’ve had. The father she always wanted. “If Micah said something t why upset you I can punch him for you. If you didn’t beat me to it.” Lord if anyone says anything rude to Hosea she’d honestly fight them.

“If you don’t feel comfortable talking about it here. We could ride outside to camp to a saloon or something and discuss it there or anywhere else.” She felt bad she didn’t know what was troubling him. She asked others around camp and they just either shrugged and simply said they didn’t know. Truth be told they probably knew why and was either too scared to see what Hosea would do to them if they spoke about it. Glancing down at him she sent a small smile, “You know that you became like family to me- and anything you say to me I’d keep it between us. Pinky promise.” She stuck her pinky out on her other hand.

[spectraaal-musings]

RED DEAD REDEMPTION STARTERS

“It’s wanting that gets so many people in trouble…” 

“Ain’t nothing fair. You know that.” 

“My side isn’t chosen. My side was given.” 

“We all need friends.” 

“We die alone, but we live among people.” 

“It isn’t a secret I didn’t get these scars falling over in church.” 

“I’m many things, most of them bad.” 

“People are born, then they’re formed.” 

“People don’t forget. Nothing gets forgiven.” 

“You want me to shoot you in the head?” 

“You’re so crooked you could swallow nails and spit out corkscrews.” 

“It didn’t have to be this way!” 

“I thought you were tough! Stand and fight!” 

“I’ll hunt you to hell and back!” 

“Those sons of bitches would steal a coin off a dead man’s eye.” 

“If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing you do is stop digging.” 

“I’ll give you a bad case of ‘someone just shot me in the head’ if you don’t hurry up.” 

“You’ll be the first to know when I kill you, I promise.” 

“I’ll see what I can do.” 

“If you win power, remember why you wanted it.” 

“Of course, my angel.” 

“Now go. Git.” 

“Though one, aren’t you?” 

“You little beauty.” 

“I hope you got money for a funeral!” 

“I’ve dropped 100 fools like you.” 

“Looks like the good Lord got your ass and face mixed up.” 

“Take my advice and give up on life.” 

“I wasn’t going to hell before, but I am now.” 

“There must be someone here.” 

“Where the hell is everyone?!” 

[wildwestz]

drop one in my inbox and we’d rp!!!

[silvertonguesilverdollar]

@wildwestz asked- “i would like to learn how to hunt or fish, if you don’t mind mister matthews.”

‘Mind?’ Hosea asks, bringing his hand up to catch his cough. ‘Now why would I mind?’ The older fella rocks back on his heels in thought. Well the day is still young so he sees no harm in going out right this minute. There is only one problem however- ‘We can’t do both at the same time, however. Which would you like to do now?’

Perhaps a little hunting will be best for now. It’s a great skill to use no matter where camp is set up. There are always animals to hunt, whether they are birds, rabbits or even…bears. ‘Maybe we could do a little hunting for now? I can always teach you fishing in the early hours of another morning.’

‘Besides, I think we could do with bringing back a deer or even a moose, folks are getting real hungry.’

[wildwestz]

Needless to say she was excited and a little scared to actually be doing something her own father would go against. “Thank you!” She chirped out, a huge grin on her face. “I never really done anything like that before.” she whispered. “My father alaways said to leave ‘those jobs to the men’.” She mutters softly, “or, ‘its not lady like to do those things.’–” she stops mid rant. “Sorry for the little rant-” she added sending a small smile his way.

She wasn’t sure how the hunt would go- she was sure Hosea would end up being the one bring game back, while she has no clue how to hunt. But if they manage to find a deer or a moose how could she miss a target that big? She was tempted to ask someone to take her in to town so she could manage to get some money- or even buy a few cans of food out so the gang wouldn’t go hungry. She felt guilty that others wasn’t fortunate enough to have a lot of money or even some money to their name. It upset her that her father was more worried about his wealth and business than hurting and driving people off their lands just for oil. Or a new factory of his. “Besides the more the merry right? I mean you do all need help with the hunting and stuff- with Dutch sending the boys off the rob people and such-” she pointed out. It left mostly the women and the few men around camp to do the chores or find food.

[wildwestz]

eeek so, the red dead fandom is coming alive back on quotev and it makes me happy. if y’all have an account or don’t please follow me!!! i got two ocs and an arthur and plan on making more members of the gang!

[thespiteful]

“How are you feeling?” - aftercare | kathleen to micah.

Trembling from head to toe, Micah felt cold despite the blanket that had been thrown over him. The man grumbled, pitiful and weak he was in poor condition compared to Kathleen. Who in all her beauty looked healthy and strong.

“Like I just took a dip in a frozen lake. ” His complaint was rough, his voice thick and uneven with a feverish drawl. Micah rolled himself onto his side, which only made his head swim. “I need something to drink. ”

Micah groaned his shaking hand coming up to cover one of his aching eyes. “Anything will do-”

[thespiteful]

wildwestz‌:

“At times yes. But we all do get annoyed with each other at one point or another.” She stated. Turning her head slightly as she continues, “Susan for example always says how everyone needs to earn their keep and do more work here and there. There’s only so much one can do for the gang around here. Besides Dutch wants everyone to lay low currently. Can’t have the law on us.” The red head adds.

“Besides it’s not like everyone knows how to use a gun around here. Or to do certain things like the others.” She mutters softly. Sure she may not be as good as the other girls in the camp about sewing and such, but in the end she tries.

It was something he wouldn’t be able to understand without effort. Her reasons seem, silly, there would always be another person to replace one that is lost. So many people acted like companionship was a permanent situation, but for Micah it was as temporary as a paper cut. “I’m the sick one, I’m supposed to be delirious.” Micah grunted, taking the bowl from her despite the distrust that twisted his face. “ What’s your excuse little girl?” 

Micah stared at the liquid inside the bowl, searching the swirls for answers to questions he couldn’t think of. “ It’s not like we can’t find another gunslinger or another woman to do the job.” Micah sat there, his blankets wrapped around him loosely. “People are replaceable, best to learn that now before you put more worth then there is on your position in this camp.”

 He wasn’t sure what to do with the bowl of herbs now that he had it. So he looked dumbly up at Kathleen, not completely realizing that being so offensive might drive her away. Or anger her, he was just speaking his mind after all. Just teaching a lesson where it’s needed. 

[wildwestz]

Giving him a look that clearly read she took it offensive. Huffing slightly she glanced away thinking. “Just trying to help I guess. If it wasn’t me it would’ve been Susan and we all know she would forced you to eat those herbs or get slapped.” She stated with a small smirk on her face. “Arthur got slapped for having mud on him. Definitely don’t want to face the wrath of her now do ya?”

“Trust me those herbs will help. Hosea uses them when he gets sick- well helps with his cough. He said it should help with what you got.” She added softly glancing at the bowl. “You are right everyone is replaceable. I may not be the best at sewing stuff together or patching shirts that—” she paused sighing softly. “But in the end all we can do is try Mister Bell.”

Sure she was tempted to just walk away from him, but clearly knowing that the other memebers may not really care he’s sick- or even offer help based on how acts towards them. She figured she might as well suck it up simply. Try to at least get his fever down before returning to her chores she was given.

[thespiteful]

“How are you feeling?” - aftercare | kathleen to micah.

Trembling from head to toe, Micah felt cold despite the blanket that had been thrown over him. The man grumbled, pitiful and weak he was in poor condition compared to Kathleen. Who in all her beauty looked healthy and strong.

“Like I just took a dip in a frozen lake. ” His complaint was rough, his voice thick and uneven with a feverish drawl. Micah rolled himself onto his side, which only made his head swim. “I need something to drink. ”

Micah groaned his shaking hand coming up to cover one of his aching eyes. “Anything will do-”

[wildwestz]

“You need rest.” The woman commented hands going out to his shoulder to attempt at steadying him. “You’re sick.” Kathleen added hand going to his forehead. “Fever too. Stay put! I’m going to get some herbs to help with that. I know Mister Matthews should have some.” She commented eyes darting around camp to find the older man.

“And you certainly don’t need anything alcoholic either. Water or perhaps an herbal tea to that fever of yours dies down.” Perhaps it’s an all natural instinct that kicked in, she knew perhaps the others wouldn’t tend to him being sick- but he’s still a member of the gang- family. “Besides Dutch wouldn’t like you going out like this. You need to at least wait going on scores to the fever dies down. You could hurt yourself worse.” She added walking off to retrieve some herbs from the older male.

Coming back with a bowl full of herbs. “He said these should at least help to an extent. I know Pearson gets upset when people take more rations sometimes but you can have some of mine. Eating more could help with that fever. To at least try to ease it off of ya.” She sent a gentle smile his way.

[thespiteful]

Kathleen seemed strangely compassionate. Something that Micah was very unfamiliar with. Her actions made his chest ache, the friendliest doing weird things to his heart. Or maybe it was the fever getting to him? Micah hoped it was, the last thing he needed was the confusion.

He sat up, looking up at Kathleen from where he sat. Micah had taken a liking to the area just beneath a tree. Sunlight shined down from his side, but even then he shivered from chills. The way she smiled made his stomach twist up into a uncomfortable knot. Micah already felt like throwing up, but now it was worst. 

“Why are you doing this?” He questioned, blue eyes staring at the bowl of herbs. “Don’t you dislike me, im real nasty to everyone remember? “

[wildwestz]

“You’re a member of the gang. Rather others may dislike you or not- we’re like family in a way. In the end we only have the gang at the end.” She commented softly.

“At times yes. But we all do get annoyed with each other at one point or another.” She stated. Turning her head slightly as she continues, “Susan for example always says how everyone needs to earn their keep and do more work here and there. There’s only so much one can do for the gang around here. Besides Dutch wants everyone to lay low currently. Can’t have the law on us.” The red head adds.

“Besides it’s not like everyone knows how to use a gun around here. Or to do certain things like the others.” She mutters softly. Sure she may not be as good as the other girls in the camp about sewingand such, but in the end she tries.

[thespiteful]

“How are you feeling?” - aftercare | kathleen to micah.

Trembling from head to toe, Micah felt cold despite the blanket that had been thrown over him. The man grumbled, pitiful and weak he was in poor condition compared to Kathleen. Who in all her beauty looked healthy and strong.

"Like I just took a dip in a frozen lake. " His complaint was rough, his voice thick and uneven with a feverish drawl. Micah rolled himself onto his side, which only made his head swim. "I need something to drink. "

Micah groaned his shaking hand coming up to cover one of his aching eyes. "Anything will do-"

[wildwestz]

“You need rest.” The woman commented hands going out to his shoulder to attempt at steadying him. “You’re sick.” Kathleen added hand going to his forehead. “Fever too. Stay put! I’m going to get some herbs to help with that. I know Mister Matthews should have some.” She commented eyes darting around camp to find the older man.

“And you certainly don’t need anything alcoholic either. Water or perhaps an herbal tea to that fever of yours dies down.” Perhaps it’s an all natural instinct that kicked in, she knew perhaps the others wouldn’t tend to him being sick- but he’s still a member of the gang- family. “Besides Dutch wouldn’t like you going out like this. You need to at least wait going on scores to the fever dies down. You could hurt yourself worse.” She added walking off to retrieve some herbs from the older male.

Coming back with a bowl full of herbs. “He said these should at least help to an extent. I know Pearson gets upset when people take more rations sometimes but you can have some of mine. Eating more could help with that fever. To at least try to ease it off of ya.” She sent a gentle smile his way.

[wildwestz]

auto correct changing some characters names in red dead into other names that’s not even close will be the death of me.

[wildwestz]

RED DEAD STARTER QUOTES

state if it is to my muse or from my muse ( my muse to yours or yours to mine )

“we can’t change what’s been done, we can only move on”

“be loyal to what matters.”

“we need to stay together.”

“let’s push on a little bit.”

“here take a drink of this.”

“i know you hate them.”

“you sound doubtful.”

“don’t die just yet cowboy.”

[wildwestz]

I’d either post or reboot starters when I get off work because I’m really in the mood for role playing currently!

[wildwestz]

name: kathleen beatrice cornwall

alias: ms cornwall kat firey redhead

age: 21+

family: leviticus cornwall, unknown mother

appearance: sophie turner as jean grey && sansa stark

occupation: heir to her fathers business, on the run with the van der linde gang. hiding away from colm o’driscoll.

established: december 2019 ( on quotev ) && january 2020 ( on tumblr )

[wildwestz]

i found your account on quotev and i must say i adore her so much!!! and your big plot twist for her urgh i love her

ahhhh thank you so much. i love her as well. i got the idea after playing the game for the third time. figured ya know why not go for the idea???? but thank you so much hon. i do have other accounts on quotev too! ranging from canon to oc.

[sweetwest-deactivated20220512]

@wildwestz​ said: 

❛❛ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! ❜❜

      “Oh? You really shouldn’t have.” Still, it was always a little exciting to get a surprise, even if there is a sliver of guilt for not returning the gesture - or anticipating it in the first place. 

      “I’m sorry, I didn’t get you anything.”

soft caring. | aa. 

[wildwestz]

❝Don’t worry about it!❞ The red head waved her hand a bit passing a small black box over to her, inside was two pens she had picked up at the general store. ❝I hope you like it! Er— Arthur mentioned you was looking for some pens.❞ Kathleen sent her a small smile. ❝And don’t worry about getting me something in return.❞ the female added.

@sweetwest |

[wildwestz]

“GREETINGS! My name is Blossom, and this muse is a red dead redemption 2 original character. with that being said, I’d love to have interactions for her! If you wish the plot simply like this status.”

- Blossom