#waitressmet

waitressmet asked : I flipping love your portrayal of your canonical characters AND your ocs! They are so lifelike and I can tell that you've put so much love into their development as characters. I also feel like you do an AMAZING job of capturing their voice in their posts and I adore it!!!! I love writing and plotting with you!

Positivity meme / @waitressmet​ -- always accepting

waitressmet asked : “This (hotel)GANG life? I’m not used to it.” -- Eliza to one of your Western Muses (Sean or whoever you have the most muse for. ;3)

Random asks / @waitressmet​​ -- always accepting

                     𝐀 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚’𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞. No words were uttered at first, Robert couldn’t think of a thing to reply with. Only if Jesse said that statement, as contradictory as it was, he would’ve answered right away. He knew more about him than Eliza, which made sense to him.

                     His eyes shifted down at the plate once more, but finally, he spoke, even amongst his cleaning.

                      ❝ Well I wouldn’t say I’m not used to it. ❞ He grew accustomed to the lifestyle pretty quickly. Until he was invited into Jesse’s gang by his brother, it was his dream ever since he was a child. In his gut, there was always a preparation for it. Now, he was just making his day dream a reality, as dangerous as it was to be a criminal. He could recount the vivid memory of his father's widened eyes at the table when he told him about that dream of his, or the constant teasing from his siblings over his fascination. ❝ A gang a size as this one, now I’m not used to that. ❞

A smile appeared on his face as his eyes landed on Eliza. To be honest, he was bored and he knew later he was going to be on watch duty. He wanted to spend the time doing what he wants before then.

          𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. There was one instance where a job went too far over his head, a crime he committed that kicked a hornet's nest, so to speak, of lawmen that forced him to shed his prior civilized status.

          The act was a home robbery that brought too many eyes on him. The mistake he made was small, accidentally stumbling over and knocking a kerosene lamp over, but a mighty impact nonetheless. The broken glass licked the walls with flames, engulfing the whole building in minutes. Sean was lucky he made it out alive with no injuries.

          Gunshots wheezed through the air from the neighbor's place. Unbeknownst to Sean, the reason why the owners were out was due to them visiting relatives and the neighbors were watching over the home. Ultimately, it led to Sean settling down and squatting in a cabin for a few weeks before he could ride back to camp.

          Then, the time away from camp was unfamiliar to him that he felt like he had more to do. He had wood to cut, a fire to maintain within the hearth, a way to get some food without raising any suspicion, and a new area to explore. Staying at camp for these two weeks was boring the hell out of him, since he was so accustomed to this area, nothing was new or exciting, and being placed on guard duty had a lot to do with it. He loved the gang, but he couldn’t spend all his time cooped up in camp.

          He almost forgot that Eliza was a new addition to the gang. She wasn’t like Sean, who’s been in the gang ever since the Blackwater Massacre. Ever since he was nineteen, he’s been traveling with Dutch and his little crew and he wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon.

          A sigh left him as he fixed the posture of his hat, lifting it up to smooth the fiery locks that sat under it. His hands touched the oily strands, making a mental reminder to go down to the river after this conversation. It’s not like he could go out to a hotel while the gang had to keep a low profile. 

           ❝ Lying low? ❞ he chuckled dryly, shifting in his seat and crossing his arms on the wooden surface of one of the tables. ❝ Never heard of it.❞ Dutch never was one for lying low unless the situation called for it, which he assumed was the case now. ❝ I’m just itching to rob a stage now. ❞  

          As his eyes peered across camp, nothing quite notable to take in, he looked back at Eliza. His brows raised and an ambitious grin crept on his lips. ❝ Eliza, ya’ never robbed a stage, right? ❞

waitressmet asked : ✿ (Robert, Sean, Cassie towards Eliza? Only if you want!)

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 / @waitressmet​ -- accepting

          I am pretty open to anything, I just highlighted & italicized what I could see! Really any dynamic / plot idea for Eliza and my muses works for me. Like with Sean, feel free to discuss a ship with him with me if you want to, but I just placed it as if it’s in Eliza’s main verse where she’s with Arthur for him.

waitressmet asked : 💐 - (Robert bringing Eliza flowers? ) OR 🍲 - (Eliza taking care of sick Robert?) if you want!

Soft and Affectionate / @waitressmet​ -- accepting

          𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧. She treated him fairly and as kind as one could, listening to his words with a smile and a nod. That attentiveness is what drew him in, being directly what he seeks within a partner. She was willing to help around camp and treated others with the same respect. That warm, inviting aura she gave off was exactly what made Robert settle and set his eyes on her. 

          He wasn't as ill-fated as his brother, who was able to carefully craft words like art towards his inner turmoil, but all of that exasperated when his eyes were set on an attractive woman. Whereas Robert didn't have a talent with his words, but he was more forward than his brother. He did wait for the right moment, but he acted upon it once it was in his hands. Charley typically shied away from sharing his feelings towards the person of his affection.

          When the sunlight hit the horizon and, accordingly, stores switched their closed signs, Robert set out on his horse to Saint Denis. The city that always smelled putrid, that made salt and chunks of iron taste more delightful than the taste of the sewer system located in the city. Despite this, Saint Denis was the only place Robert could find clothing to his liking, which was more on the lavish side than one his status could don, and the best flowers his eyes ever laid upon. He went and bought some well-overpriced flowers, having the money to part with from the past robbery. He could care less about what the price was, his eyes were more engrossed on aesthetics than a price tag.

          He b-lined for Eliza when he stepped foot into camp, hasty and sloppy with tying the reins around the post. The knots weren't quite as tight as needed. With one simple pull from the horse, his work would unravel. Flowers in hand, his head held high as he walked over to her. Only a shy grin replaced the conceited expression on his face when he managed to stumble over his own footing, a hand quick to reach the brim of his hat in a sheepish manner. He ignored the chuckle that left Wood's lips while he and the other gang members watched with interest. He had so much to pride, it left his boots and weighed heavily on who lingered close by.

          He handed off the peonies, pink in color, with a gentleness to them. He didn't want to mess up and ruin them, accidentally end up cracking a stem or leaf off.

 @waitressmet​  “ are you sure that’ll work ? “

                Kieran can sense the tension rising within the Van Der Linde gang,  he’s heard the whispers among colleagues when they think that Kieran is out of ear shot. he knows there’s something coming, and when dutch announces that he, once again, has a plan for his people... he begins to suspect that his days with this gang were numbered.