#rye.

YOUR OC WITHOUT TRAUMA;

wheel picked Jesse! which is a bit of a tricky one, because he wouldn't actually change all that much visually💀besides the lack of scars on his hands, he'd still be the same- just way happier. but i can not deny the wheel!

YOUR OC IN A STRESSFUL SITUATION;

didn't feel like making him suffer too bad, so here's him just having a fight with Rye lol

"You want this man alive?" Jesse asked, making sure he heard this sheriff correctly.

"You heard me."

The bounty hunter idly clenched and unclenched his gloved hand, using the feeling of the leather as a thing to try and ground himself. "You do understand that this man has killed 4 people."

"I am aware," The sheriff replied, leaning forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk. "If you can't catch him without killing him, then don't do the job. Unless you're that desperate for a paycheck."

Jesse felt his jaw tighten at that last sentence. "I'll catch your damn man."

"Good." The sheriff leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "He was last spotted near the canyon outskirts. Likes to hide out in the caves, from what I hear." Jesse narrowed his eyes but didn't respond. He turned and headed for the door, the wooden floorboards creaking under his boots. Before he stepped outside, the sheriff’s voice called out. “And Jesse—don’t get any ideas about bending the rules.” Jesse paused at the threshold, his gloved hand resting on the doorknob. He glanced over his shoulder, his cold, gray eyes locking onto the sheriff. “You hired me for a reason, Sheriff. Let me do my job.”

--------------------------- "Do you want help?"

The blonde grumbled as he gave a soft yank on his horse's reigns. "No, Rye. I'll be fine."

The outlaw wasn't convinced. "But I have experience with this guy! You and me both know it."

"I know that," Jesse acknowledged the fact, knowing Rye at least deserved that. "But like you said- you know this guy. You escaped that gang, and he'd recognize you. I don't need you getting shot." Rye frowned, his dark eyes narrowing with concern as he watched Jesse adjust his hat. “I don’t like this, Jesse. You’re goin’ in blind. If anything happens-” “Nothing’s gonna happen,” Jesse cut him off, his voice firm but not unkind. He patted the side of his horse as if that settled the matter. “I’ve been doin’ this long enough to know what I’m walkin’ into.” “That’s what worries me,” Rye muttered, crossing his arms, the tension in his stance evident. “You’re too damn confident sometimes. Think you’re invincible.”

"I know I'm not."

"Then let me help, damn it!"

Jesse frowned. "Rye-"

Now it was the blonde's turn to be cut off. "Don't even! I don't give a damn what you think. I'm going with you whether you like it or not. If someone's getting shot, it's both of us."

The bounty hunter didn't like the idea of Rye tagging along, but he couldn't deny that anxiety inside. The fear of the question "Is today the day I die?"

So, with some reluctance, Jesse admitted defeat. "Fine. We'll work together."

"Good!" Rye huffed. "That's what a relationship is about. Working together."

TRY TO MAKE THEIR LORE MORE DEEP;

well, i already think his lore is deep but i can talk about a detail i don't talk about with him and Rye?

STYLE SWAP BETWEEN TWO OCS;

i chose these two with a wheel i use, and it picked Ozzy and Rye! their color scheme isn't entirely different, but their aesthetics are different lol

YOUR OC DESCRIBES THEIR FAVORITE THING;

Ozzy: "My favorite thing? Finly, of course. That's easy. She's just... So great. I mean, I can't even put it into words. She just... Yeah. I could look at her all day, and find new things to love. I would bury a body for her."

Rye; "Favorite thing? My horse and Jesse! I love my horse because, well, she's my loyal steed! I love Jesse because he's Jesse, and that's all I need to say."

DRAW YOUR OC/S OVER SILLY IMAGES;

yeah :3

"Mm, darlin. Good cookin like always."

Colt mumbles through a mouthful of food, his wife promptly smiling at the praise, using a small towel to wipe off the corner of Colt's mouth. Rye nodded in agreement as he also had his mouth stuffed.

"Thank you, ma'am." I make sure to thank Mrs Hudson as well, keeping my mouth empty to not be disrespectful.

"Of course, dear." She replies back, soft smile. I smile back at her respectfully before taking a bite of the dinner she so kindly prepared for us. "Now, won't you tell me about that outlaw you two are wrangling?"

Rye hums in acknowledgement to her question, quickly swallowing his food to answer. "Name's Cassidy. He's been runnin around n' stealin cattle, shooting anyone who disobeys. It's not like he's even eating the cattle, he's just stealing and killing them! Who does that?" Rye scoffed with disgust.

"Not a lot of room to talk, son. Being an old outlaw yourself. Good thing ya didn't do too much." Colt joked at the black haired man, which only made him flush in embarrassment and shut up.

"That's such a waste of cattle. I feel so bad for those animals!" Mrs Hudson frowns, looking at Rye with sorrow. "You'll get that man, won't you?"

Rye nods, but I speak up for him. "We will try, ma'am." She gives me a look of appreciation before getting up from her spot and taking Colt's now empty dinner plate.

"Thank you, my love." Colt leans up a little, moving a hand to grab one of her's, kissing her gently on the lips. They share that kiss for less than a few seconds before she walks away blushing and smiling to herself.

I'd be lying if I didn't envy her and Colt's relationship. Pop seems to have the best marriage in the whole west, which is saying something.

"So, what exactly is the plan you two?" Colt turns to look at me and Rye. "How are we doing this?"

"Whaddya mean?" I ask, a little confused. "There is no "we" in this Pops. It's me and Rye."

"Aw, c'mon! It's just some little cattle thief. I'm not that old, damn it. Let your old man have some fun."

Rye idly scratches at his cheek scars in a mannerism I've learned to be of nervousness or anxiety. "With all due respect sir, I would feel horrible if something happened to ya."

Colt frowned with a small scoff, his wrinkles more defined with the clear offensive glare he's wearing. "I was ridin, capturing outlaws before you even knew how to walk. Hell, before you were born!"

I lean over to give Colt a pat on the hand. "Alright, fine. Just take it slow. Guess this can be your early anniversary present."

Rye turns to look at me. "Ain't an anniversary present supposed to be for both of em?"

"Shush." I scold. Rye sits back and says nothing more, but Colt is clearly happy that we've given in.

"Well, does that mean I get to say it?"

"Say…what?"

"Ya know. The saying."

"Wh- No, no. Pops, it's just us three there's no need." I can't help but laugh a little at how excited Colt is already getting, I can see how that ex sheriff gleam sparkles in his eyes and lights up the hazel he looks at you with.

"Come on! Y'all ain't no fun."

Me and Rye exchange a look before I sigh in defeat and lean back more into my chair, stealing a bite of green beans off my plate. "Alright. I wanna hear it now."

Colt beams before his facial expression changes to one of seriousness, eyes darkening and tone going stern.

"Gather the posse."

Rye snickers before speaking. "What time do we ride?"

This question only feeds Colt's little act more where he smirks, shooting Rye a look that holds years of experience as a well respected and loved sheriff.

"We ride at dawn."

"Dawn? Are you serious?" Rye asked, wide eyed. "It's already well into the night, we'd hardly get any sleep."

"Yes, I'm serious. You've never had the real sheriff experience if you haven't rode out that early. Sleep or not."

I watched as Rye huffed with defeat, getting up and walking his plate to the kitchen mumbling to himself. Rye was never a morning person, so this attitude isn't new to me. But, it's kinda cute watching him get grumpy.

"I don't really think a cattle thief is deserving of such urgency." I spoke my opinion to the older man, but he laughed.

"Oh no, not at all. But it is fun." Colt placed a hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze that made me feel like I was being talked to like a real son. "Besides, it'll really add to the experience. I want to do it with you two."

Like a family.

Is what I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut.

"Alright. Well, I better get some sleep then." Colt smiled and gave me a small pat on the same shoulder before he got up out of his chair with a groan.

"Yup. G'night kiddo." He took my plate, really against my will since I was more than okay with walking it to the kitchen myself, and gestured to the direction where the room and me Rye were sharing for the night was. I smiled a little at Colt before wishing him a goodnight and making my way to the room.

I could hear the small talk Colt and his wife were having as I passed the kitchen, trying to walk carefully to not make too much noise on the wooden flooring. The door to our room was open slightly, just enough for me to know Rye left it open for me. Pushing the door open I saw him lying on the bed, hat over his eyes and feet crossed, and only in his boxers. He probably ripped all his clothes off in a blind fury at the predicament of getting up early.

"Someone is comfortable." I joke as I close the door behind me. Rye just grunts when I sit down on the corner of the bed. I can hear him move as I pry my shirt off, sighing when it's off.

"Handsome." Rye whispers as he snakes a hand up to touch my bare back.

I jump a little at the feel of Rye's cold hands on my skin. "Rye!"

He only laughs as I scold him, moving to kiss me on the shoulder. At least his lips are warmer..

I smile at the kiss, a small blush coming to my cheeks. Rye's hands move around my body, feeling the front of my torso. I ignore how handy he's being, and continue to undress, unbuckling my belt.

"Want some help with that, sugar?" The cowboy whispers, and I can hear a twinge of teasing in his tone.

"Not tonight."

Rye frowns with disappointment, but he knows better to pout. Instead he watches as I shimmy my pants off, letting them drop to the floor. As soon as they're gone, Rye wraps his arms around me and somewhat forcibly pulls me down onto the bed.

"Rye!" I yelp with the force he displays, pulling me into an embrace. He makes sure to put my head against his chest, which I don't have anything to complain about.

"Shh, we need to sleep, remember? Up early tomorrow." He mocks, pulling the heavy blankets over us. God, he's insufferable sometimes.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't think I don't know what you're tryin to do, mister."

"You love it."

"Be quiet."

Rye chuckles, I can feel how his chest moves with the soft laugh. It's lovely. Especially when those hands move to run through my hair, and I can feel my eyes getting heavy rapidly. The feeling of our skin pressed together, legs intertwined and hands on each other is enough to make my body yearn for rest.

I look up from Rye's chest to see the man somehow already asleep. Nothing new. I smile, giving the sleeping cowboy a kiss on the collarbone before snuggling closer to his warmth, the comfort of Rye next to me making me drift off to sleep.

I feel my face being messed with, waking me up. I groan groggily, sleep still laced in my bones and body. It takes me a while to register that what I'm feeling is soft kisses to my face, and it makes me smile.

"Good mornin to ya too, Rye."

There's a soft hum, and another kiss on my face, this time on my nose. Cute. I open my eyes and I see it's still dark out, the sun hasn't even risen in the windows yet.

"Colt told me to wake ya up."

"Ah."

I rub the sleep from my eyes and see that Rye is already dressed, he just took the time to crawl back into bed to wake me up with kisses. I notice he's also wearing my favorite shirt, a simple deep sage green button up and a brown vest. Ugh, he's gotten better about color coordination. I've taught him so well.

"I've got somethin set out for ya. I'll let you get dressed." There's another kiss, this one on my jaw.

"What, so you don't want to watch me get dressed now?" That gets a smile from Rye before he replies.

"If you're offering.."

"I am."

"Shucks, I'd be a fool to deny such a kind offer."

Together Rye helped me get dressed, and the fact he set clothes out for me is adorable. Rye can't seem to keep his hands or lips off me. Everytime I add another article of clothing, he pays me with a quick kiss on the lips and a caress on the hips.

Eventually I get dressed, thoroughly flustered and ready to get this cattle thief dealt with. Rye escorts me outside the house, and Colt is already waiting on his horse.

"Gentlemen." Colt nods with a clear sheriff act on. He's dressed in his old sheriff's uniform, and it makes me smile. He's really going all out on this, huh?

"Sir." Rye gives a nod back, mounting his horse. I wonder to myself how Rye is in such a good mood despite being woken up so early, but I won't take the attitude for granted as I get on my horse.

It's chilly out, a slight breeze that flows through our hair. It really sets the mood, especially when Colt adjusts his hat on his head, and his other hand on the reins of his horse. He pulls, and the chestnut mustang rears, neighing loudly as Colt shouts with a smile on his face.

Delilah: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Colt: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Delilah: ...

Delilah: You mean ring bearER, right?

Colt: ...

Delilah: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Henrique: I’m sad.

Rye: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das.

Rye: And das not good.

Monty: I told Nkah his ears flush when he lies.

Val: Why?

Monty: Look.

Monty: Hey Nkah! Do you love us?

Nkah, covering his ears: No.

Val:

Jesse, banging on the door: Rye! Open up!

Rye: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Jesse: No, I meant-

Colt: Let him finish.

Ozzy: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey!

Finly: But I'm a vegan.

Ozzy: Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.

*at a zoo*

Nkah: What are they in for?

Val: Nkah, this isn't prison.

Nkah: So they can leave?

Val: No, but-