Reading the The Man With No Name novel again and damn this guy really is a slut for enemies & rivals isn't he.
See the below exchange with a gunslinging priest who is still actively trying to kill him:
Like ah lads not again
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Dollars fandom event day 1 entry - sunrise
I went conceptual because the idea of tmwnn as an eternal entity makes my brain happy
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Every morning is the same, in essence. After night has had its way, the sun begins to rise. Light breaks slowly at first. It crawls over the horizon, the fingers of the dawn reaching out over the landscape inch by inch, feeling each rock and tree, chasing shadows back to their dens. Beasts that scurry and chase hide away once more.
The sun, in all its glory, takes back the domain it has dominated since before time began.
A campfire flickers back to life as its creator pokes it, nurses it to health once again, adding fuel to wake it from slumber. Miles to the south and the east there are people who remember a name that doesn’t exist. To the north and the west it still hasn’t been uttered. It will be in the months and years to come, but not yet.
He doesn’t choose the names for himself. They are bestowed on him by the sunrise between desert and civilisation. They are gifted to him like leaves dropping to the surface of a pond. One syllable, two, a ripple that meanders out to touch and fade away, only remembered by those who have felt its effects.
He has lost track of the names given to him so far. Only the last three linger on in living memory. There is a certain fondness he has for those three and the experiences they brought.
Blondie and his cold hearted greed tinged with the desire for humanity, bonds tied and untied with equal certainty.
Joe, young and reckless, throwing himself in to fix what he did not break, hurting but unwilling to hurt.
Manco, the impulsive opportunist who felt the sting of being abandoned more keenly than the others, having learned what it means to connect too late.
Another name waits down the road. Another dawn, another sunrise, another man with no name to write on a tombstone.
He pokes the fire, whistles some old tune forgotten to all but himself. A relic from a bygone age. It floats away on the morning breeze, drifts with the tendrils of light as they spread.
A few miles away he knows there are towns that will ask him to help. He knows that behind him is a man searching for him across the desert and the plains. He leaves marks so he can be found, eventually. When a new name is given, it won’t be used by that man.
Every morning is the same, in essence. The sun is rising once more and the man who has no static name to call his own readies himself for the new day.
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Mantimer domestic fluff - Manco’s nosy ass discovers Mortimer’s 50th birthday is coming up and buys him a birthday gift. It’s the first time Mortimer has celebrated his birthday since his sister’s death.
Mantimer hurt/comfort getting together - Manco has suffered from debilitating migraines since adolescence. His mother died of an aneurysm when he was young and he has always thought he was on borrowed time. He doesn’t expect Mortimer to continue their partnership and pick up the slack after finding out the truth but he does.
emotionally grueling Mantimer whump - Manco is forced into early retirement after suffering a gunshot wound to the shoulder and a near fatal case of sepsis. Mortimer has to evaluate if he can truly survive watching another person he loves die.
Blonco whump idiots to lovers silly fic - Following canon, Tuco’s lung collapses during after a group of outlaws jump him in a robbery attempt. Tuco is ultimately fine because he’s God’s favorite but Blondie is forced to confront how much he truly cares about Tuco’s well-being. And play nurse.
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blondie: *kills one of angel eyes' henchmen in front of angel eyes then threatens to kill the rest of the henchmen and angel eyes himself*
angel eyes:
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