... I just look into my bag-

Funny enough. It's quite unlikely that he even *can*. For reasons later explained. "You can't quite nail me, can ya, fella?" He grins, even more amused. Indeed. It's like he's in a blind spot. Because he blends. "Ain't nothin' so simple I'm afraid. Sad that you believe such nonsense. But~>

"All that power and you think I'm sabbat?" He grins, from ear to ear. Arms spread ajar. That's the second time this conversation he slipped. There's power behind the mundane. An invisible spot. "I heard that before, pal. And more convincing versions of it too." He shrugs, standing up with both~>

"Blade and a twenty says that's bullshit. You don't cuz' with all your powers, you're still sixth rate at best next to Cain." Hardly a bluff. And hardly an insult to the Good Doctor's abilities. Cain is practically an eldricht divinity himself. That, and it's hard to lie to a Nossie. They've a ~>

Ya need that to know if you got a broken arm...?

Oooh he's tiny. Thought he was a biggun'.

Gryphons ain't domestic

"Ya, que le pasa a usted, re nervioso siempre..." He pats the large head on the small horse, as he huffs and neighs stomping down in unexplained anger. It was a snake. A snake startled him.

"Don't use healing magic on the undead please-" He does take the hand. Long black locks spill, under the red cloth often holding his hair. As he turns left and right to look for his hat. Bicho, his horse, gleefully bouncing in place at another mischief complete.

It's fine, he chucked it at the reigns to cut them. Sort of- lying there, caked in mud. The everything hurts

//Towards the end of the 19th century and at the world wars, the cowboy used a semi automatic Mauser C96, which he still keeps somewhere to this day.

With [ @bedlamwytch.bsky.social ] 𝕭𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖆𝖉

kNIFE

Hooves on concrete. A four gauge rings out, and another Vampire drops. The night's quiet lies unbroken.

Who's el pompurrín?

Got TANGLED IN THE HORSE'S REIGNS AND IS BEING DRAGGED

//Trans cowfolk lessgoo

𝐓𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞

𝙽𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝙽𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚃ú 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛

Much more than it seems. His father was a poet who got executed by the Empire. He instilled a love for the art in the man.

//awwww. Big prish

//It’s definitely for myself with the FC I’m gonna be using- But yeah. I just got a lot of cowboy energy from the shows and movies my grandpa always showed me. Plus you’re like the only cowboy muse I see here so I gotta give your guy someone more relatable.

//Nah man make it for yourself

//Eating and trying to find the art. Then I’ll respond and try to make cowboy OC for you Gabbey. And mini gaming session with friends.

//I found the Catrina one. A sign that cowboy Robbie is indeed buried under everything else I have saved for this man. It’s actually a mini fanart comic that uses day of the dead themes and I love it. Love this artist so much! Recommend looking at it ♥️ Art credit: Boardohmind on Tumblr

Ties an agent to his car by the ankles. Chucks a brick at the accelerator whilst waving bye.

//The voices in my head demand Mexican cowboy OC… Fuck you for doing this to me (I love you ♥️). Don’t be surprised if you see a cowboy OC of mine by tomorrow morning. 👀

Pero el revolucionario se vuelve. Se recoloca la mandíbula semicaída y señala. - "Ya pero no se puede ser apolítico, mijo, así solo queda la clase pudiente." Antes de que el oficial abra la mandíbula calacosa, Jorge le estrella una botella en la cabeza, desplazándole el peluquín y hundiéndole ~>

//Listen to the voices Make a Vaquero Oc

//Fuck me dude… Trying to find Robbie fanart as a Mexican cowboy. I liked it but can’t seem to find it when I need it most. NOOOOOO 😭 That and mariachi Robbie. There was also a cute Catrina Lisa X Robbie in ghost rider form that I thought I was cute. But apparently it’s buried in all my shit 💔

"Beba lo suficiente y los acabará viendo seguro. Pregunto porque ellos a mi sí." El hombre, pequeñito y flaco, camina alrededor de la barra para ponerse detrás. Quitándose el sombrero para acicalarse la melena. "¿Que querrán ustedes?" - El revolucionario responde primero, ~>

Espérense que les dedico rola. youtu.be/hOhQz09Fqps?...

//Mfs when I actually write an interaction in Spanish:

Casi inmediatamente, zape en la nuca. Con una fea mirada bajo el sombrero de paja. "Déjese de pendejadas, Señor Reyes. Esos hombres merecen el mismo respeto que los que tienen lápida." Respeto a los muertos. El vampiro está hecho a la antigua, siguiendo adelante para arrancar la puerta podrida ~>

Fishing a sandal from his bag-

( jus bc he said smth shes rubbing feet in moss n mud. )

Ya PÓNGASE CHANCLAS QUE LE DOY CON LA BOTA POR PENDEJA

Name - Winnifred Yates Alias - Wytch Born – London, circa 1876 Admitted to Bethlam Royal Hospital (Bedlam) – 1895 Winnifred Yates was admitted to Bedlam by her then husband due to bouts of hysteria. She was an inpatient for almost a year. Soon after her discharger, her husband died. -

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘐𝘯 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦- 🧹 Witch of Madness 🧹 MVRP 🧹 25+ 🧹 SL's, Banter, etc 📻 25+ mun, she/her, GMT

//My mind is being transported to all those old movies and shows my grandpa would show me. Lots of cowboys, violence, deserts, strings, blood, and a shit load of alcohol. Mexico cowboy rp…

"Ya, porque no hay ni mierda." Ríe por lo bajo. Llevándose la mano al zurrón para pescar un mapa semiborrado por el tiempo. "Seguramente por eso el gracioso la usaba de base. Quizá pueda despertar el interés de algún profesor con la nariz metida en guerras de hace doscientos años- ~>

//With Hulk, I think that's gonna be all the cape folk I follow vuv

//With Hulk, I think that's gonna be all the cape folk I follow vuv

───〃★⟢✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴡᴀʏ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴀꜰɪʀᴇ ... ───〃★⟢✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧ ♡ + ↻

"Not a big fan of Kin, I assume. You *do* look a bit like this Garou feller I saw a friend chase a while back." A match across leathery skin, and a cigarette decorating his grin. "Still. Don't sound like power that nobody should hold."

"Sounds like it belongs on the bottom of the sea then, Doc."

What's this eye a' motto motto do?