#looks like I'm in for a wild ride again folks...

[cmncisspnandmore]

One Night Stand; Part 3

Pairings: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

Warnings: OOC Simon (kinda?), fluff, alcohol, pregancy, talks of abortion, vomiting,

Summary: Its been 3 months since your night in the sheets with Simon and your life just got a whole lot more complicated.

A/N: I know, I know. okay. I get it. Not everyone like the pregnancy trope, so if you dont im sorry. If i lose some readers for this then im sad to see you go but i hope to see you in future writings i do for the COD men. This is not going to be like other pregnancy tropes that get all mushy and fluffy and light after. This story will be filled with dark themes coming in later chapters that i hope will keep people interseted. We all know Simon Riley's life cant be easy, so if you're still here after this part. Buckle up. Its a wild ride.

Word Count: 5,015

New to the Series? Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2

The bar looked exactly the same as it did three months ago. The music wasn't as loud, but that was probably because it was still early. Many people were still at work at 5pm on a Thursday.

Not you, you had found a job working online, writing articles for business pages. It wasn't the most exciting thing in the world but it paid well, and it occupied most of your time. An added bonus of not leaving for work was you never had to worry about coming home from the office to find someone on your couch. You shake your head trying to clear the thoughts. You weren't even 100% sure why you were here, the chances that Soap even knew Simon were slim. But he had said he knew almost everyone that came to the bar. 

So there was a chance.

One you couldn't pass up, you had to at least try.

Wrapping your coat around you tighter, you walk into the bar. The dim lights reflect off the shiny tables. A few people sit at them, watching a replay of a game on tv. You glance around behind the bar, looking for the familiar mohawk. 

It pops up from behind the bar towards the end, Soap holds a bin of limes in his arms. He sets the bin down on the shiny black countertop, pulling a small cutting board out from the top of the bin and a knife. He slices a lime in half as you slide into the seat in front of him. His blue eyes meet yours and a smile breaks out on his face. 

“Lass! Good to see ya, you disappeared on me the last time ye were here!” He smiles, turning the lime and cutting it again. 

“Sorry about that, I needed to clear my head, I hope I didn't upset you,” you smile back, placing your hands on the bar.

“Nay, what can I get for ye? Vodka Soda?” he asks, setting the knife down as he turns towards the shelves of alcohol behind him.

“Uh, actually, can I just have water instead?” You bite your bottom lip and Soap nods, grabbing a glass and filling it. He slides the glass of water in front of you, and you stare down into it. 

“Everything okay?” he asks, looking at you with one raised eyebrow. 

“Oh yeah, I'm fine. Early day tomorrow ya know? Don't want to be hung over is all.”

“Aye i get that, so what brings you here?” Soap leans his forearms against the bar, “Miss me?” He smiles.

You can't help but roll your eyes, “Oh totally,” you laugh.

“I knew it, not many women can resist the MacTavish charm,” Soap grins, he stands back up and picks up the knife. He cuts each lime into wedges before putting them in the bin, you reach over grabbing one from the cutting board and squeeze it into your water. 

“Aye! Paw off,” Soap smiles, shaking the knife at you. A smile of your own breaks out on your lips as you watch him. 

“You have plenty to spare, plus someone around here has to keep you busy.”

“I assure you Lass, the folk around here keep me plenty busy,” Soap points over your shoulder where Price and Gaz are walking in. They’re deep in a conversation as they make their way over to where you are sitting in front of Soap. 

Kyle is the first to notice you, and he pauses looking at you over. “Y/n, it's good to see you again, not going to lie. I was kinda sad you left without a goodbye last time,” Gaz takes the seat on the left.

“Sorry about that, I promise to say bye this time. I don’t want to bruise your ego,” You say over the rim of your glass. 

“Good, I don't think I can hear him wallow about it anymore,” Price says as he sits in the stool on your right. “So what do you think of London? Everything you could’ve imagined?”

“It’s alright… It rains a lot more than I'm used to, but it's not too bad. Definitely different from the small town I'm from,” you look over at him. He gives you a small smile, and turns towards Soap. 

“Soap, we ship out tomorrow morning, be ready at 0600 hours,” Price grunts as Soap puts the last lime into the bin. 

“Yes sir,” Soap turns towards the bottles of liquor on the shelf and grabs a bottle of bourbon. He sets it down on the counter with a soft thud, he then grabs two glasses for them, pouring each man two fingers. He slides the glasses across the bar to them, the acidic smell of the bourbon makes your stomach turn. Saliva pools in your mouth as you desperately try to swallow. 

“Oh uh, Soap, I wanted to ask if you knew someone actually,” You take a sip of water, your eyes following him as he moves behind the bar. Soaps bright blue eyes look over at you, his brows furrowed together. 

“I might,” he smiles. A loud noise from behind you startles you, and a drunken man tumbles into the back of your stool. His drink spilling down your back as he leans against the back of the barstool, the smell of the alcohol hits your nose. 

“Oops,” the drunken man mumbles, his breath wafting over your face.

Your stomach rolls, as Price and Gaz help the man up. Gaz and Price half drag him away from you as he continues to mumble about his drink. Gaz says something and pats him on the chest as they pull him to the door. You stand from the chair, the fabric of your coat and shirt now sticking to you. Nausea rolls through you as you try to breathe through your mouth. 

“You alright lass? You look a little green,” Soap is now standing in front of you, a clean bar towel in his hands. He gently pats the towel against your soaked shirt and coat trying to soak up some of the liquid that's seeping into your skin. 

You can't answer, if you open your mouth you’re sure you’ll throw up so you push past Soap and hurry towards the bathroom. Soap follows behind you, pausing at the door to the women's room. You shove open one of the stall doors and drop to your knees. The cold tiles bite through the fabric of your jeans, as the contents of your stomach is emptied into the porcelain bowl. It takes you several minutes to stop dry heaving, your stomach clenching painfully with each contraction of your abs. When the feeling settles you stand, before rinsing your mouth out with some water from the tap. You grab a paper towel, wiping your hands and mouth.

“You alright in there?” Soap calls through the door, his voice laced with concern. 

“Yeah..” you call back, tossing the paper towel into the bin and pulling open the door, “Sorry about that.” You shove your hands into your pockets as you come face to face with Soap. His eyebrows knit together in worry as he looks over you, one hand hovers in the air as if hes going back and forth on if he should touch you or not.

“You su-” he pauses looking over your shoulder, his eyes widened slightly.

“MacTavish, the bar can't run itself…” A familiar voice rumbles, the hair on the back of your neck stands on end. Memories of your night 3 months ago rushes back, that same voice that murmured praise to you as he pounded into you. 

You whip around, at the end of the hall stands Simon, his black hoodie pulled up over his head, his mouth and nose covered by a skull print face mask. His brown eyes widen slightly as he sees you. “Y/n…” he whispers. 

“You two know each other?” Soap muses from behind me, his hands coming to rest on my shoulder as he walks by. An uncomfortable silence settles over the hallway and Soap slips by, muttering “I’ll leave you two alone…” 

Simon takes a few steps towards you, and it seems like he takes up the whole hallway. You look up as he towers over you, his face is unreadable, he lifts a hand, brushing his fingertips across your cheek. It sends electricity skittering across your skin, your breath catches in your throat.

Over the past 3 months you have tried to forget about the man whose brown eyes haunted your dreams. Whose touch caused your mind to go blank. Like someone wiping a harddrive. But there was no forgetting, not anymore. He was here in front of you, sure, you had come to ask Soap if he knew him. But you hadn't expected to run into him tonight. You still had no idea what you were going to say to him. How do you justify just leaving his house at 3am?

“You could've said goodbye, you know… You didn't have to sneak out and call an Uber at 3am..” Simon whispers, and guilt slams into you. He knew you left. He wasn't asleep like you thought…

“I-I..” you stumble over your words, unsure what to say. There wasn't anything you could say really. You knew you should’ve just waited, dealt with the awkward small talk. Maybe even exchange numbers you would never plan on using. But nope.

Instead you fled. Just like you fled after your sister's funeral.

At least you were consistent. 

“I’m not upset, I understand.” Simon adds after a moment, his hands shoved deep in his pockets of his hoodie. 

“Simon.. I.. I’m sorry.. I’ve been going through a lot. And i didnt .. I couldn't face you after that. Not, not that you did anything wrong. Because you didn't! I mean you were great. I just,” You run a hand through your hair. “God, this is not how I wanted this to go.” 

“Breathe. Love, breathe.” Simons hands cup your face and you freeze. “It’s okay, like I said I'm not upset with you,” he lets his hands drop, and you nod. 

“I didn't know you knew Soap,” He muses, leaning against the wall. You shuffle your feet, taking a deep breath.

“Yeah… I met him the same night I met you… You know him too, yeah?” 

“Soap, Gaz, Price and I all serve together,” Simon rubs the back of his neck with his hand, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“Oh! I don't know how I didn't pick up that you were military,” You bite your lip looking down at his black boots. 

“We didn't exactly get to know each other very much that night..” Simon says, and a small blush creeps up your cheeks at the mention of your night together. “So what brings you here tonight?” Simon asks.

The familiar feeling of nausea swirls in your stomach again, you clench your fists, nails biting into your palm. Something you have come to do a lot over the past few months. “I came here to ask about you, actually. I needed to talk to you..” You whisper, and Simon's brows furrow.

“Well you found me.. What did you need to talk about?” He asks, as you chew your bottom lip. Anxiety creeps into your chest, wrapping itself around your lungs like an icy hand. The air rushes from your lungs, your eyes burning with tears.

 How the hell could you turn this man's life upside down?

“Hey, hey,” Simon whispers, his large hands clasp your shoulders steadying you. The world feels a million miles away, like you were floating out in space untethered. Everything sounds muffled, and the lights are suddenly too bright in the hallway. You raise your shaky hands, running them through your hair. A large hand guides you down the hall a little until the bitter cold air of winter in London hits you. You gasp, your lungs filling with the cold air, goosebumps break out along your heated skin. 

The world slowly comes back into focus, soft murmuring in your ear as large arms wrap around your middle holding you against a solid chest. “Breathe, you’re alright, you’re okay… Just breathe, Love.” Simon murmurs into your ear. Tears fall from your eyes, trails of hot tears stream down your cold cheeks. 

“I’m sorry I left that night…” you gasp in between sobs, “and i am so sorry im going to say this…” You whisper the last part. At first you aren't sure Simon heard you but after a moment he turns you around. His arms are still around you as he looks down at you, your teeth starting to chatter from emotion and the wind.

“Whatever you have to say can't be that bad, love. Did you find out you had some like STI or something? Do I need to get tested?” He asks, his brown eyes searching your tear stained face. His hands moving up and down your body in an attempt to warm you up and comfort you at the same time.

You shake your head, if only an STI was the least of your problems. “N-no, i didn't give you anything like that…” you choke out.

Simon watches you as you stand face to face with him in the same alley you met him in 3 months ago. Although this time you’re different, instead of the woman who was caught in her own head. Who was running from demons he couldn't see, trying her best to show the world it couldn't break her. Instead standing in front of him was a woman who was scared, who looked so lost in the world, like she was barely hanging on. He studies you, even as you stand in front of him crying, your entire body shaking. You were still beautiful, and he would be lying if he said he didn't think about you. 

You had haunted him every moment since he heard you leave the apartment. When he heard the door click shut it took everything in him not to follow you out. But he didn’t, he laid there staring up at the ceiling until almost 5, before he got up and started making himself some tea. It was then he noticed the note you left your swirling handwriting on the scarp paper wishing him well. He was saddened to see you hadn’t left a way to contact you, but part of him understood. He had offered you a chance to get out of your head for a while. He hadn’t asked you on a date. He DIDN'T date. 

The onslaught of disappointment was tough for him to swallow. Simon was never upset when a woman he brought to bed left with no goodbye, and a hasty note. Simon preferred it that way, it was better if the one night stands didn’t stick around but for some reason Simon couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how your curves felt beneath his palms. The silky smooth expanse of your skin. The way your moans stirred something deep in him, or the way your eyes told him more than you ever would. 

Now as he looked down at you, standing in the darkened alley way. He knew whatever you wanted to say was about to bring his world crashing down. But instead of the overwhelming feeling to flee, that he normally had when confronting emotional issues like this. Simon wanted to hold you close and tell you that it was okay, that whatever it was you could face it and make it out the other side. During his years of doing interrogations and studying people he had learnt the signs of when someone was teetering on the edge. It was clear in your face and body language that you were one gentle gust of wind from toppling over. Crumbling into pieces he wasn’t sure anyone could put back together.

“What is it then Sweetheart? I’ll help you figure it out, whatever it is.” He whispers, pulling you closer to him, his body heat seeping into you, as the wind blows. You sniffle, your shaking hands coming up to swipe at the tears under your eyes. You take one last breath, eyes closed as you brace yourself.

“I’m pregnant.” 

It’s like the world stopped spinning.

Time was suddenly suspended, as you pried your eyes open to look at Simon. His brown eyes were guarded. His brows pulled together, as his hands stopped their motions for a fraction of a second. Your lungs burned from holding your breath, your throat tight. Every muscle in your body was tense, as you waited for him to say something. Do something. You needed some sort of reaction from him. Yelling, screaming, swearing, anything was better than the earth shattering silence that took place after you muttered the two words you hadn’t yet said out loud since you found out.

It wasn’t like you planned on getting pregnant by your one night stand. Hell. It was the LAST thing you wanted. You were always careful to get your birth control shot every 3 months. But with the chaos of the last few months, somewhere along the line you must’ve missed your last appointment. It wasn’t until you went into your appointment earlier today to get a shot that they had informed you they couldn’t administer it. That you were already pregnant.

“Okay.”

The word shocks you, and for a moment you aren’t sure you hear him right. You raise an eyebrow, as you look at Simon.

“Okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, okay. We’ll figure it out.” Simon states, his hands resuming their soothing motion up and down your sides.

“You’re not.. not going to freak out?” You whisper.

“There’s nothing to freak out about, this isn’t just going to go away. So we need to talk about our options, and we will. Just got standing in the back alley of a pub.”

“Okay…” you whisper, as Simon’s hands guide you towards the emergency exit door that he brought you through. The inside of the bar is louder than before, more people have shown up. Soap, Gaz and Price are all talking at the end of the bar. Your glass of water is filled and sitting on a napkin. They all look over when you two walk over.

“Ghost, Soap was just telling me that you and y/n know each other. Small world isn’t it?” Gaz smiles, his brown eyes looking between us. 

“We do,” Simon turns to Price, “I’m going to be bringing her home, I’ll see you at 0600 tomorrow, Captain.” 

There’s a look that passes between Price and Simon, but he just nods, then turns towards you. “I hope to see you again, dear, maybe next time we can all have a nice meal.” 

“Maybe,” you smile, after waving goodbye to Soap and Gaz, Simon leads you out to the street where the cars are parked. 

“Did you drive here?” He asks, looking down at you.

“No I took the bus,” you shove your hands into the pockets of your coat. It was still wet from where the guy spilt his drink, and you shivered.

“I’ll drive you home,” Simon takes your hand, pulling you towards his truck. He pulls open the passenger door and waits for you to get settled in the seat before shutting it. You run your hands together as Simon climbs into the driver's seat. He starts the truck, turning the heat on high.

“Where do you live?” He asks, as he turns on the headlights. 

“On Ashton street, the apartment complex there” from the corner of your eye you see Simon visibly stiffened, but he doesn’t say anything as he pulls away from the curb. The ride is mainly quiet, neither one of you having much to say. As you get closer to your apartment your anxiety starts to grow again. What if he tells you to get rid of it? 

Is that what you wanted? What if he decided he would rather give it up for adoption? Would he help you find a family? Maybe he would tell you he didn’t want anything to do with a baby? Could you deal with a baby? Bile burns in the back of your throat, and you try to swallow it back down. You weren’t about to throw up all over his nice truck. The grimy bathroom of a bar was one thing, but Simon’s leather interior of his car was not an option. Simon turns down a side street, there weren’t many streetlights on this stretch of the drive. You try to focus on the passing shadows but the rolling and twisting in you hug doesn’t let up.

“Can you pull over please?” You whisper, and Simon glances at you. Your hands bunched in the fabric of your coat, your eyes closed as you take deep breaths. Simon eases the car over, barely putting the car in park before you flung the door open and hop out. You move a few feet into the woods, your hands scraping against the tough bark of a tree, as you get sick. Bile burns your throat and nose, tears stream down your cheeks. 

Warm hands gather the hair from your face and hold it back. Holding your hair back with one hand the other rubs up and down your back. It takes several minutes of dry heaving for you to be able to stand up. A handkerchief is suddenly floating in front of you. You take it and wipe your mouth with it, shoving it into your pocket after.

“You okay?” Simon asks, as you take a deep breath.

“Yeah, I’m okay, sorry..” you mumble, as you turn back to the car and climb back in. Simon doesn’t say anything as he climbs in and continues to drive to your apartment. As he parks his car, he glances around, his eyes resting on the boarded up windows of the glass door.

“Everything okay?” You ask, noticing as he stares at the glass like he’s trying to get it to tell him what happened to it.

“Yeah. Sorry, let’s go inside,” he mumbles, climbing out and coming to your side. He pulls open your door and offers you a hand. You walk towards the building Simon’s entire body is tense as some residents barrel out of the door. They’re shouting and swearing as they stumble out, a lit cigarette dangling from their fingers. Simon pushes you behind him, as they pass, he watches as they head over to a parked car and continue arguing in front of it.

“They’ll stop arguing after a while. They do this often..” you mutter to Simon as you take his hand pulling him towards the door. He grunts and follows you up the three flights of stairs to your apartment. You hesitate, your hand on the knob as you take a deep breath. Entering was always the hardest part now, every time your hand touches the handle the images of your family break through the mental box you shoved them into. You let out the breath you were holding and pushed open the door. Flicking on the light switch next to the door. 

Your eyes falling on the empty couch against the far wall in the living room. Some of the tension leaves your shoulders as you stare at the threadbare fabric. You step further into the apartment allowing Simon to slip in behind you. He turns the locks on the door, and reaches down unlacing his boots. 

“I don't have much to offer.. Is water okay?” You ask as you shrug off your alcohol stained coat. The fabric is a sticky mess, the fabric ruined from the drink spilt on it at the bar. Tossing it onto the counter, you head over to the cabinet and take down two glasses. 

“Water is okay,”  Simon walks into your living room and takes a seat. He watches you fill the two glasses with water and you come and sit on the other side of the couch, handing him the glass. 

“When did you find out?” Simons asks, taking his face mask off and shoving it into his pocket and taking a sip of water. 

“This afternoon… I went in to get my birth control shot and they make you do a pregnancy test…” You pull your legs up to your chest, holding the glass of water in one hand. The other hand wraps around your shins keeping them pulled up to your chest.

“Did they tell you how far along you are?” He asks, “So we know what our options are, I mean.” 

“They said based on the blood work, 12 weeks. But I have to go in to get an ultrasound next week..” 

“Okay, so we don't have a lot of time to make a choice… have you thought about what you want to do?” Simon sets his glass down on the table next to the couch.

“I .. I don't know.. I was waiting to hear what you had to say before I made up my mind.” You mumble, your eyes trained on a spot of carpet that is fraying.

“If I'm being honest, I never wanted kids. They were never in my cards… I'm not saying I don't like them, kids are great, I just never pictured myself having any,,” he admits.

Your heart sinks.

Here we go, he's going to tell you to get rid of it, and tell you to delete his number, forget he exists and move on with your life. 

“But, with you, it feels right.. There's just something about you that I can't get out of my head and at the risk of sounding like a total barbarian. The thought of having you in my life until I die because of this baby fills me with excitement. I wanted to go after you when you snuck out of my apartment but I didn't want you to be uncomfortable. The night I spent with you was one of the best nights I've ever had. So if you would like to, I would love the chance to raise this baby with you. Even if it's as friends and nothing more. Because I know that you were put into my life for a reason, and I'm going to take any chance I can get to keep you around,” Simon finishes, his hand coming to rest on your ankle. 

You sit there for a few moments, mind reeling with everything he just said to you. He wanted to raise a baby with you? Just so he could get to know you? Did you really have that much of a profound effect on him? Would he still feel the same when he found out what had happened to you? Could you do this? I mean really do this?

Babies are huge commitments. They were for life; there was no backing out. But the way Simon was looking at you, like he would take on the world for you with barely knowing you. It made you feel like you could do it. As long as you didn't have to do it alone, well, at least not completely. You chew on your bottom lip for a few more minutes, the thoughts rolling around in your head as Simon's eyes trail around your apartment. 

“Okay…” you finally whisper and Simon's head whips towards you.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I-i don't think i can get rid of it anyway… The thought makes me feel sick,” you confess and the tension in Simon's shoulders all but disappears. 

“Alright, we can figure this out. No pressure for us to be together, we can just start by becoming friends, and seeing where things go okay?” He smiles, and its a real genuine smile. Your heart stutters in your chest, and you can't help your own smile that spreads across your lips. 

“If we’re being honest here,” you sigh, wringing your hands together in your lap,”I couldn't stop thinking about you either… I mean, even before all… yeah.. You know.”

Simon's hand comes over to rest on the side of your face, and he leans forward pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I'm glad to hear that I wasn't the only one with lingering thoughts,” he chuckles.

Simon drops his hand and looks around your place once more, a furrow deep in his brow. He opens his mouth to say something but thinks better of it, before he notices the time on the clock hanging on your wall. It was almost 10 and he needed to check over his gear before he shipped out in the morning. 

“I hate to do this… but I have to go,” his lips pulled down into a thin straight line.

“Oh right.. You told Price you would see him in the morning…”

“Yeah… Look, i can't tell you much, but i don't know how long i’ll be gone…” he looks around, and grabs the notebook you write your ideas for articles down in and scribbles on a spare piece. “This is my number, i won't promise i’ll respond while i'm away, but if anything happens, call this number 3 times in a row and you’ll get through to someone who can get a message to me okay? But that is only for emergencies, otherwise just text me and i’ll do my best to get back to you, alright?” He tears the paper out, coming to stand in front of you. He presses the paper into your hand. It crumples slightly as you close your hand around it.

“Okay,” you murmur, looking up at him from your spot on the couch. His fingers crush along your cheek as he brushes a strand of your hair back from your face. 

“Be safe, keep the door locked… i’ll be back soon and we’ll go do something fun and get to know each other.” Simon smiles, as he takes a few steps backwards towards the door. 

“I’ll hold you to it,” you smile, “Be safe out there.”

The only response is the soft click of the door.

Next: Part 4

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the coven + kyle spencer head canons for jealousy issues and how they would each handle it differently?

HI HI HI FOLKS I'M BACK!

Ok, ok, let's do it then!

Lots of lots of ideas for this one! Just you wait!

(Wasn't sure if you wanted me to include Marie on that one, but I did just for the complete headcannons, hope you don't mind, anon!)

Enjoy!

Requests open!

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The Coven and Kyle Dealing With Jealousy Issues (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Cordelia would be upset, of course.

She would let her insecurities get the best of her when she sees you talking to someone else and seeming too intimate with them.

But I don't think she would let the intrusive thoughts win that fight, not this time.

Cordelia doesn't want to seem so possessive. She's not like that, and she knows it would bother you a lot if it was miscalculated.

So, regardless of the situation, she will just leave where she is, walk to you and wrap her arms around your body, pulling you close to her, her eyes analyzing detail by detail of the other person.

"What is so funny?"

She would ask, pretending to be clueless, so she could take control of the situation better.

Internally, though, you can be sure that a few dark curse words and some not-so-friendly spell ideas are going through her mind, without her being able to show it aloud or with gestures.

She would have her arms around you the entire time, keeping you close until the other person understood that you were hers and nobody else's.

And when you guys get back home, she would insist that you cuddle with her to make up for the moment of insecurity and jealousy.

Fiona Goode

THE QUEEN of drama and jealousy.

Honestly, making Fiona jealous is like leaving a predator without prey.

Of course, she takes great care, despite her strong temper, not to seem like she's trying to pull you out of your comfort zone and push you away from the world for her sake.

But no one (nobody at all) goes unnoticed in Fiona Goode's eyes.

She will probably go to great lengths to touch you in the best places, just to tease you and make the person next to you feel uncomfortable enough to leave.

"It's a shame, my dear, but they're taken."

Just imagine her husky voice saying that, right in your face, also to tease you and to make sure she looks wild when she's jealous?

Fiona probably wouldn't let you talk much longer with the person afterward, or say goodbye. She would pull you to where she is and keep looking the whole time to see if the person isn't following you.

And if so, you can be sure that she would throw the person to the wall with no shame and no fear of being in public.

When you guys got home, she'd make a scene, again, to let you off the hook because she's a drama queen.

There would DEFINITELY be make-up sex.

And it would DEFINITELY be the best sex you've ever had in your life.

Zoe Benson

Crying, drama, insecurity and a little bit of fighting.

Zoe is overly afraid of losing you, but not to the point where she won't let you hang out with other people, friends in general.

The problem is that when the person starts to take advantage of the situation, Zoe becomes confused and desperate.

She is quite similar to Cordelia, though, when it comes to handling the scene itself.

Zoe will just cling to you to make sure she's in control and to make sure nothing bad happens.

However, things get worse on the way home, when she is silent throughout the ride.

She will probably lose her mind when justifying herself, letting her insecurity speak louder and expressing in an exaggerated way how important she is to her.

This is troubling because Zoe knows it is.

Anyway, when the fight is over, she will need some time to think and then she would probably come to you again, to apologize.

"I didn't want our relationship to be a threat, but I'm really afraid that you'll leave me for someone better."

She would hug you and then apologize if she sounded too possessive.

You would end up in a good mood, cuddling and thinking of a way to improve your relationship without jealousy that would be harmful to both of you.

Madison Montgomery

If you thought Fiona was the drama queen, wait until you see Madison.

She just can't control herself.

She doesn't want to control herself.

Every time someone comes close to you, she pulls you close to her very willingly and gives that typical killer look to whoever is looking at you two.

Madison is extremely possessive, especially when it comes to you.

Sure, she doesn't go around hitting and cussing people out for no reason (even though she can do that), but just staring Madison Montgomery intimidates a lot of people.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're mine and nobody else's, (Y\N)?"

She'll find a stupid excuse to fight with you.

And then she'll drag herself out, pouting and apologizing, confessing how horrible she is as a person.

Or she will probably ask you for kisses to fix the situation.

There's make-up sex, but Madison isn't urgent and aggressive, not that part. She just wants to make love to you so you know no one else would top hers.

Misty Day

Misty is oddly bipolar with her jealousy of you.

Some hours, she may seem too possessive and feel the urge to punch someone because she thinks she's too inadequate for you.

But in the others, she handles it generally well, and just gets a little grumpy.

Considering that years of seclusion in the swamp have prevented her from feeling anything serious about anyone, being jealous is a very unusual and weird thing for Misty.

She doesn't know how to handle it well at first, but she learns to control herself. And she doesn't want to hurt anyone, most of all, especially you.

So most of the time, Misty will just slowly walk over, hug you and let you rest on her chest as she kisses your head and turns to the other person with a sweet little smile.

"Excuse me, the conversation must be great, but they already have a girlfriend, I'm sorry."

On the way home, she would insist on being isolated in her corner for a few seconds, and it would take a considerable amount of time to admit that she is genuinely jealous of you.

But overall, having Misty jealous is just as adorable as having her around.

Nan

Nan is not that over the top when it comes to being jealous of you.

I mean, except for the fact that she can control people's minds - and easily can control hers as well - she doesn't show overly jealousy, and maybe isn't even overly jealous.

She knows that you would never betray her like that, nor would you exchange her for anyone without a reason behind it.

But, of course, Nan has her moments of extreme caution.

She first assesses the person, reads their mind to be on the safe side, just to know how to approach them without scaring you off.

If it's someone who is clearly just someone close and significant to you, she'll let it go, take your hand and gently lead you away, apologizing later.

But if she catches some ulterior motive, oh, then that person is probably screwed for life.

"Oh, sorry, I read your mind, I feel something is wrong and I want to secure my territory. (Y\N) is mine and mine alone."

Nan doesn't like to fight with you, and when you have alone time, she just wants to make sure you're comfortable with her and that your relationship is going well.

The two of you cuddling after discussing the relationship and making a decision about Nan's adorable bouts of jealousy.

Queenie

Get ready for the jealous queen.

Honestly, I feel sorry for the person who decided to test Queenie's patience, especially when it comes to you.

She hates to think about the possibility that you would replace her, but it's impossible not to when everyone else has already replaced her.

Queenie is not at all afraid to approach the person and you when they are jealous.

And she'll hug you and kiss you real quick just so the person on the other end understands that you already belong to someone else.

I don't even need to go into detail about her being a voodoo witch, do I?

Of course, Queenie's case isn't as severe as Marie's, but there would definitely be a thought about creating a doll of the person.

Although Queenie knows the limits of voodoo and knows that it would be cruel if you knew she was hurting someone out of jealousy, so she won't even bring it up and will promise to forget about it quickly.

LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of curses. Every one she knows.

"Listen here, pervert, they already have someone, okay? Get the fuck out!"

You wouldn't fight, even though she always ends the day with a hot head.

She just wants you to know that you're important to her, and that nothing and no one in the world could ever break the bond you have.

Myrtle Snow

Myrtle knows how to deal with feelings, but she's not ready to be jealous of someone.

That's why she is confused about this, about her behavior when she notices that you seem quite happy in the company of someone other than her.

Since Myrtle doesn't control her impulses, she will probably approach you and make up an excuse for you to pull away from the other person, without using excuses or justifying yourself, just getting you out of the way.

No, she would never commit any atrocity with the person who was chatting with you. Myrtle Snow promised that she would change that part of her behavior for you and she will keep it until the end.

"I don't understand, (Y\N), I felt strange… seeing you with them…"

"That's jealousy, Myrtle dear", you'd say, laughing and finding that very cute.

Myrtle would certainly ask Cordelia for advice after the first scene of jealousy, for fear that she was feeling something really wrong, or even to cope better without running the risk of pushing you away.

Anyway, as long as she doesn't lose you, Myrtle doesn't mind feeling weird…

Mallory

Mallory wouldn't handle jealousy, that's the answer.

She would feel too awkward to set boundaries with you, and anyway, she would feel awkward approaching someone out of the blue.

But even if she insists on not hurting you, that feeling that something is wrong would haunt her forever. And that's one thing Mallory would never admit.

Then she would be content to approach you very slowly, putting a hand on your shoulder or wrapping your hips around. And look the person on the other end of the conversation straight in the eye.

"Don't you think you've talked enough?"

She won't say it in a possessive way, but she will turn extremely red when she's done, pulling you back and taking you back to where she was before.

The conversation would be calm and sincere, and Mallory would express that she loves you very much and that she just couldn't bear to lose you.

But she knows you love each other too much - and she loves you enough - to just take care of you like no one else ever would.

Marie Laveau

I just wanted to say that anyone who decides to make Marie Laveau jealous is pretty crazy.

She LITERALLY is the Voodoo Queen, what did you expect?

Years of experience to be sure how to handle such a situation.

Marie won't let it go and will immediately talk to the person who is showing ulterior motives towards you (and believe me, she knows very well when a person is or isn't…) "They already have someone, and that someone isn't you, so get the fuck out."

She wouldn't dare call you names or fight you out of jealousy (definitely Marie is someone who thinks it's cheesy to fight out of jealousy and make a scene)

A LOT of make-up sex.

She loves to tease and tease you during sex after a jealous scene like that.

Marie loves to get you flustered, she thinks it's cute and she's even more in love with you when she's done teasing.

No, no chance of having a person's voodoo spread in Marie's quarters.

Or, at least, not that you ever found out about it…

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is usually not jealous.

But it's because he learned that the rare times he did show it, things got highly self-defeating.

He doesn't want to scare you, so now he just walks up to you, pulls you into his strong arms as he looks you up and down, then kisses you on the nose and pulls you out of the way.

He's secretly ashamed that he can't get the words out anymore, which is why he's always quiet when it comes to a scene like this.

Back in the day, before the accident and death, he was out of control and things almost always ended in a beating, and he doesn't want to be that way anymore, not after meeting you.

"(Y\N). Not. Comfortable."

He would whisper to you as he tried to explain to you what happened, and as he watched to see if you were okay.

When you were alone, he would cuddle with you and pet you, just to make sure you weren't mad that he pulled you out of a conversation where you seemed happy.

#lgbt #romance #headcannons #fluff #american horror story #ahs x reader #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia foxx x reader #fiona goode x reader #zoe benson x reader #madison montgomery x reader #misty day x reader #nan x reader #queenie x reader #myrtle snow x reader #mallory x reader #marie laveau x reader #kyle spencer x reader #it took me so long to write this sorry anon #hope it's good for you #almost didn't publish i hate my computer so much

[gallawitchxx]

Hi bee 🐝🐝☺️☺️ I love you and everything you do for this community. Can I ask the softest ways in which Ian and Mickey have shown eachother love this week? It's been a rough Monday for me, has it been better for our boys? And also for you??

hi cameron! hi cameron! 🥰

i'm so sorry to hear that your monday was rough 😔 life has been a wild ride lately for a lot of folks, myself included. you're not alone! we will get through this! i'm squeezing you so tight from afar!

as for mickey & ian....

when one of them has a bad dream or a restless night, the other doesn't try & fix anything anymore, but instead just tosses a paw over an arm or a waist, or twists their fingers through the other's hair & just makes small, comforting movements. tender little circles. a reminder that they're safe & loved in bed, but also safe to feel their feelings & loved all the while 😌

whoever gets up first makes the coffee. it's law. but it's also a soft, loving gesture. when ian sleeps in, mickey drops it off with a forehead smooch & a hair scritch. when mickey's asleep, ian keeps his cup warm in the kitchen because he likes to see mickey wander out all scrunchy & scrungly. ian always chuckles, gives him a little kiss & then pours his cup ☕️

i think that while they're happily attached at the hip, as they grow, they also come to both need & enjoy their alone time? time where no one's looking for them to be anywhere or do anything, time they can fully control, even if that just means getting lost in scrolling their phone. so i think it's a soft act of love for them to allow for the other to take some time & space. besides, they usually come back from that space a bit needy & a little horny, so it's usually mutually beneficial 😈

it's such an act of love when one does the dishes or handles the groceries or the cooking or the take-out -- when one is having a bad week, the other picks up the menial tasks of being a human being. keeping things clean & bellies fed. because ain't it some shit that that's what becomes a struggle when you're already feeling like crap?! 🙃

then, of course, in the privacy of their own home, they simply take each other apart for hours. whichever one needs to shut their brain off gets tied up, blindfolded, or simply loved up on & again, what a pleasurable experience for them both, really. together, in love, safe, & spent! 😇

mmmmm i want to keep going, but i'll leave it here for now. maybe i'll keep adding to the list as i need to. anyone else is free to add to it too!

love to you cameron! xx

#i haven't answered an ask in 84 years... #sending anyone who needs some soft love today exactly that! #shameless #ian x mickey #ask bee #answered

[mechwarrior-rose]

From one mercenary to another. 🏆💳💚

💛Tell me about your ride. Your beat up Marauder.

(From @wolf-among-mechs)

Everybody always wants to talk about the Clanner side of things. Sometimes a little merc chatter is good for the soul.

This one's a little longer, so I'm droppin' it under a cut for everyone's health and well-being.

🏆 - I talked a little about Bloodnames in a prior answer--that I wanted my shot at the Hall Bloodname, but I never got it, and that now the whole thing seems a mite silly to me. But I guess I could talk more about the mess surrounding that.

Aslanbek Hall was the progenitor of the name, and they were all right. Most of those Operation KLONDIKE folks had a few wild hairs--had to, to be part of somethin' so titanically ridiculous. But Aslanbek just seemed like a normal person. The real hero of that line, to me, is Bracelen Hall. He was a nutter for sure. Test piloted over a dozen 'Mech prototypes, nearly got his face blown off a couple times by poorly-designed ammo feeds and bad capacitors and such. Then he tested Prototype A, and that was it for him. He'd found his ride. Went back into active service in a Sun Bear developed from the Prototype A model and never looked back. Barely anyone else saw the beauty of the thing, but he turned that gangly medium 'Mech into a monster on the field. Wound up commandin' Theta Galaxy. He wrote about how it was short-sighted to reward the warrior alone for victory in battle, when it was also the machine the warrior used, the technicians who tended it, the scientists who created it, the merchants who supplied them, the laborers who manufactured the parts. Bracelen was a brawler trained in a couple of martial arts forms, and he likened a victory in battle to a good punch. The punch don't come from the hand, nor even from the arm and shoulder. A good punch comes from the earth itself. The body's just a conduit for it.

When I was desperately scrabblin' for a chance to prove myself, I had it all wrong. I wanted to show my individual prowess. Now, don't get me wrong, ain't nothin' lacking in my prowess. I'm as good a fighter as any. But that ain't what it's about. It's about takin' the momentum of all the others behind you, of the techs and administrative staff and barkeeps and toilet scrubbers, everyone who's ever pushed your life a little further forward with their effort, and applyin' that momentum against a single point. Can't nothin' stand up to that. I punch a 'Mech, it ain't budgin'. But if everyone punches that 'Mech through me, well, that sonofabitch is comin' down hard. If I'd gotten that Bloodname, I never would've figured it out. I would have peaked right there, or even worse, gotten into politics to advance my career or some-such nonsense.

💳 - This one's easy, and maybe that's because my mercenary career is only a few years old. I had hitched a ride with Pandora's Box headed rimward through Marik space. I'd only been gone from Solaris for about six months. They had a down-low garrison contract on Second Chance, and I was to pay my way by spendin' a month or so runnin' patrols with them. The colonel of the planetary militia, who held the contract, was the biggest pain in my ass I'd ever experienced. And that's countin' the mob bosses I pissed off when I swindled 'em on Solaris. Of course I caught his eye. An Ebon Jaguar done up in Solaris nonsense catches anyone's eye. He split his focus between tryin' to put Pandora's Box into debt so they'd have to fold into his militia and tryin' to wheedle me out of my ride. I finally had to threaten him physically. He'd never been off-world, never seen a real Clanner before me, so I played it up just like the holovids. Lifted his scrawny ass up against the wall and shouted every half-Russian insult I could come up with, includin' a few made up for the occasion, and informed him that I was prepared to challenge his entire command to a Trial of Annihilation if he ever spoke to me again. I think the man actually pissed his pants. The mercenary commander, Colonel Black, wasn't too happy with me for potentially disruptin' her already piss-poor relationship with him, but last I knew as I was boardin' my ride off-planet, he was eatin' out the palm of her hand, and I credit that to my sterling efforts.

💚 - Clan Techs generally know better than to complain about their superiors' piloting, at least to our faces. So the first time I experienced that was in the Genyosha. The damn techs had the gall to tell me to favor my direct-fire weapons over the LRMs because the launcher was hinky. Tellin' me! A Clan warrior! How to fight! I was fit to be tied. Reminded them that of course I already prefer shootin' straight at my enemy instead of relyin' on dishonorable indirect fire. Told them that, if there was a problem with my LRMs, it was with the substandard ammunition, not with the launcher. Told them if they thought they could do it better than me, well, hell, they could muster up and earn their way to MechWarrior status and show me proper--unless they had the guts to challenge me for my own 'Mech right then and there.

Over the course of the next six months, I learned that you can piss off your commander, you can piss off your lancemates, but you damn well better not piss off your techs. I finally bought them all a big damn fruit basket and took 'em out for drinks, and we buried the hatchet.

Now, on Solaris, techs mostly don't care how beat up you get. It's duel culture. What my head tech, Aisling, complained about most was me bangin' up the decorative additions to my ride. Well, hell, Aisling, don't put 'em in places where they're gonna brush up against the scenery, then!

💛 - I think there might have been some turnaround here. The Marauder belongs to the woman I'm huntin'. I'll tell you more about my ride, but I'll talk about hers first, since it's piqued your interest.

That Marauder is old as dirt. Hell, might even have been an SLDF -2R once upon a time. She sure claimed it was. But when she and I faced off, it had been refit and rebuilt all to hell. Had a standard -3R loadout. Didn't look like nothin' in the bay. Marauders are pretty enough. Got that quiet menace about 'em. You see 'em all over, so they kinda lose their impact after a while. But when she got behind those controls, that thing came to life. She was her own lead tech. She knew every bolt and bundle by heart. She'd piloted that beast since she was old enough to reach the pedals. She didn't have no fancy motive system control computer, no advanced neurohelmet, nothin'. She just knew how to use the controls in advance of the desired motion. Could track all the various centers of gravity of each part of her machine in real time. Felt like she was runnin' two seconds ahead of everyone else, myself included. And you'd see it in her gait outside of the cockpit, too. She'd walk up to the bar, and you'd swear there was somethin' familiar about her, until you realized you'd just seen those exact motions in the last live match that had been broadcast on the bar's tri-vid.

I digress. The question was about the machine, not the woman. Though maybe I'd argue that there's functionally no difference.

So about my ride. My Ebon Jaguar. I took it as isorla off some unfortunate Smoke Jag who was awfully proud of her brand-new ride. She practically begged me to take her as a bondswoman, at least so far as the boundaries of honor would allow, I think so she could get her ride back. Well, honey, you just didn't use her to her potential. Sorry to disappoint. So I had my new ride painted up in Delta blues and greys and took her on the road to the Inner Sphere. She's nowhere near as quick as the Shadow Cat I rode before, but with all this ranged punch, she don't need to be. My stable on Solaris gave her a nickname: "Razorclaw". Now if that ain't the most stupid, generic thing to call a Clan 'Mech, I don't know what is. I didn't used to feel like 'Mechs deserved nicknames. They're just equipment. But lately I've been gettin' sentimental, I guess. Been wonderin' what I ought to call her. I suppose I'll figure out a good one someday, probably five minutes before she gets shot out from under me.

Well, damned if I ain't been particularly long-winded today. I beg your indulgence of an old warrior's reminiscences.

#mechwarrior #battletech #oc ask game

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Shadow Day 5

Master Kohga

*slams this down* LATE AND WITH ONE HECK OF A HEADACHE BUT I MADE IT!

Also I feel like we also need to talk about that the reason the Yiga are such doofuses usually is because they're riding the high of a full 100 years victory, and that after getting throughly kicked in the ribs they're probably gonna commit more crimes and probably return to their even more brutal roots actually, Kogah probably being the most likely one to shift to that first.

This goes out to you Warriors fans and simps, because ooh boy is he a delight to write, I think the duality of his name and status as a soldier is neat even if he's not my favorite Link.

Though the regular Linktober one will have to wait after I'm a bit more rested though so either later today or tomorrow, sorry folks.

Also uh warnings ahead?

TW:

Some descriptions of violence, specifically wrist targeted violence, kidnapping, and Reader going a little feral in defense of Warriors, nothing too big, but as this is coming from a horror fan I advise anyone who is squeamish to skip this one.

On a scale of one to ten of intimidation wrought by enemies of the Chain has faced, you’re pretty sure Kohga and the Yiga wouldn’t make even a negative ten on a normal day.

You’re not sure if it’s due to Wild’s most blase attitude about having a literal clan of traitorous, murderous Sheikah at him, a mix of bafflingly phlegmatic and elated with amused delight when talking about schemes you’d more associate to slapstick comedy than anything, the way you’ve seen any Yiga members dive for any throw bananas like a starving Wolfos pack on a lone Stalfos even if there was a cliff right in front of them with even more single minded determination than what was given to their mission, the way he’d refer to them as “Look they’re technically insane menaces to polite society out for mine and Flora’s blood, but they’re our technically insane menaces to polite society out for our blood” with a mix of bemusement and amusement or a mix of all three but according to the resident cook they truly weren’t a threat compared to, say, the cultists of Hyrule’s time whose sole goal wasn’t even to kill him but simply make him bleed, or Majora whom indirectly inflicted endless torture on Time, or Demise who literally started the cycle all of your heroes inevitably went through (because you could never blame Sky, none of you would even if it took shaking the notion into his thick skull). And they’ve apparently gone even more docile and to ground after Wild had defeated their master.

“And THEN he apparently has the nerve to go through our base and raid our banana supply! The nerve of that pesky, insistently annoying pest- Hey, are you even listening?” The sudden call made you jump, hissing as your wrist restraints dug into your skin, because apparently shackles with spikes on the inside of them are a thing and you very much would not have liked the approximate feeling of barbed wire wedged into your skin, biting into your flesh with all the viciousness and brutality that ensured you wouldn’t move your hands without feeling agony, the tone indignant as the presumably dead man stomped his foot nearby, “This is serious! First he peels me and my clan members like a banana, greatly exaggerates the rumor of my death and then THIS?!”

You school your features, trying really, really hard not to act out again as it comes down dangerously close onto Warrior’s unconscious head. Nodding along with the seriousness and solemnity worthy of a funeral, “Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! Such disrespect, at least you guys didn’t exaggerate about his death. And you’re supposed to be the bad guys here?”

(Well, more like you couldn’t move, really, funny thing about spikes on one’s skin and having one of your legs broken to the point glancing at exposed bone makes you want to dry heave at the gory sight, it.is.agony. Funny, how pain is an effective restraint in keeping people pinned down better than any arrow.)

You quickly revised your opinion and reassess the threat given the situation you're in now, as after your patrol on Wild’s Hyrule with Warriors you’d gotten ambushed and kidnapped through a mix of a double Silver Lynel ambush and sheer element of the surprise as bait, Warriors going down protecting you with all of the ferocity of his namesake, and choosing to risk getting a little roughed up over being separated from him.

You’re quite proud of yourself really, what with the way that you almost fully tore a chunk out of a Blademaster’s throat with your teeth and before they gave up, leg broken and with the spikes on your wrist as you woke up first with the fury of Volvagia’s fire scorching your veins, overwhelming the icy chill of terror in your veins and only instinct driving you because who knows what they’d done to him. Worth it. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you let something happen to your favorite soldier boy. At least now you’re both in the same place, even if it’s with the man running the doomsday show himself.

“I know right?! Once I get my hands on that little nuisance, I am going to kill him dead!”

It’s a bit of a pity, in a way. You’re sure that under better circumstances you’d be as amused as Wild by him and he’d be a lovely conversation partner, you doubt the Yiga would follow him if he wasn’t charismatic after all, like watching a wet cat get their head stuck in a jar you had to admit watching the man struggle and fail was just a bit hilarious.

Alas by the whims of the gods spinning the wheel of fate and making it be fully comprised of misfortune to the point you really would like to have a nice chat involving your fists and their faces and maybe one foot straight up Hylia's gash, twas not to be, but it works in your favor. You just needed to stall for as long as you could until Warriors woke up or had an opening stop feigning sleep, either works.

“I just had a thought, a truly magnificent idea worthy of someone as worthy of being the Calamity’s most trusted champion! You travel with that twerp and his companions don’t you?”, the man stilled, then swerved towards you, you contained a flinch in a sudden movement, just on the edge of cartoony, adamantly looking over his shoulder rather than the twisted, crimson eye of the cold mask of the leader of the people who joked about keeping one of Warriors’ eyes as a necklace for it worked just as well as gem, “You could work for us instead, we’d pay you quite well for the information.”

Adamantly trying not to look at Warrior’s behind him, you hummed, head tilted, pretending to think about it, then shrugging, “Eh, I’ll pass. You Yiga don’t take well to traitors no?”

The man crossed his arms, adamantly nodding, “Of course not! Any and all who forsake our god should be slowly watch as their body parts are fed to Moldugas while they’re still alive!”

Cool, cool, lovely imagery to have, you were going to have one serious talk with Wild about proper threat assement once you’re back in camp by the way. You smile a bit back, remembering Warrior’s and using it as a reason to force a grimace away. Of the way he could charm better than any prince, making people fall in love with him effortlessly for better or worse and how you or Legend would viciously defend him from the worse crowd even if it gave you both Time’s exasperation (and grief from the other Links, who are all menaces whom you wished were less perceptive at times). Of the way he amusedly shared with you he main advantage was that no one could ever tell wether he was being friendly or baring his teeth, and how he slowly let you notice wether the curve was sharp or soft as you got closer. Making a point of showing your bloody, bloody teeth from both the Blademaster and which dripped down your head from one heck of a Lynel kick, you did not have Warriors natural charisma but you’d make do with your mediocre charm. “Well, I’m not in the habit of liking traitors much either you see. Sorry to let you down on that, plus if I can turn on them I can turn on you right? Better we skip that, I can give you a banana cake and banana pretzel recipe from where I’m from as compensation though?”

(You did not, in fact, know a recipe for banana cakes and pretzels by the way, but at this point you'll say anything just to buy you more time. Nothing like the age old ancient technique of lying. Wars would be proud his lessons came in handy.)

To his credit, he didn’t flinch. You’d actually be a bit shocked if he did given his clans entire gimmick to be fair. Sliding away from Warrior’s prone form and towards the one actually open door, keeping his back to the soldier, although his attention immediately focused on you like a Guardians aim, completely missing the light twitch to Warriors’ fingers you could spot in the dim torch light, “Fair enough, though you’re missing out on a lot if you ask me. Now! Banana cake you say? Might you be a person of culture after all even with an horrendous choice of company?”

Would you look at that, looking like a horror show does have it’s advantages!

“I mean I’d write it down but you know,”, you make a vague motion with your wrists, wincing a bit at the spikes, those would be a pain to get out later, you’d much have preferred ropes or chains, “But if you get some paper or get me to a kitchen I can direct your folks how to make it? You’d be the first to get a taste of it if you’re there too.”

He hums, pacing back and forth, Warriors eyes lightly crack open, the sapphire clouding with shock at your state, you can’t look at him long enough to figure out the ensuing combination of emotions, flashing, but you do see when the gems are forged into cobalt blades, you quickly mouth to him ‘Get free’ as soon as Kohga isn’t looking at you, he closes his eyes as Kohga turns towards him and nods. Though the Poe flame azure of his gaze could have probably killed the leader of the Yiga ten times over as he addresses you, “You’re an awfully generous hostage aren’t you? Though I like the way you think.”

You shrug, “I mean I’m not being manhandled, plus I’m bored so why not make some good food to kill time?”

You can see him weight his options, unnervingly staring at you beneath the mask. You adamantly don’t look at Warriors’ as he slides his boot very lightly against the wall, a small blade springing from the small compartment, thanking the Three the Yiga didn’t check either of your shoes as he twists around as silently as he can manage to cut himself free as Kogah nods, “Anyone with an appreciation for bananas should be allowed to share their wisdom, can you walk?”

You give him a flat look, you think Warriors bites his tongue to keep from making an equally indignant sound as Kohga seems to have the dots, awkwardly coughing, “That was a retorical question of course you can’t! I shall however extend you my benevolence, and call on my subordinates to carry you-“

He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence when Warriors pounces with a snarl, you lurch back, hissing as the spikes make your wrists bleed and chocking down a shout at the pain that crawls through your leg like lightning, but it’s enough.

Warriors wraps the remains of his rope around the Yiga Clan Leader’s throat in a makeshift garrote, and make sure to use his momentum to slam his head against the cold, hard ground of the hideout, doing it again for good measure with all of the strength and ferocity you knew for a fact he kept as well sheathed as a hidden blade.

It all took but a second, he didn’t even scream. You doubt that killed him, but he isn’t getting back up any time soon.

You slump over, coughing blood from your mouth, it wouldn't help much but it was a start, “Welcome back to the land of the living, Wars.”

He rushes towards you as soon as he finishes tying Kohga up with the remnants of his own rope, gently wiping the blood from your sight, he was battered and bruised but the most beautiful thing you’ve seen in your life as he checked you over, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, relief ringing like a sword being sheathed, it would be alright. “Can’t say I’m happy to be fashionably late this time. What did they do to you?”

“Hey, none of that,” you gently touch your foreheads together, you smile, tasting rust on your lips though Warriors doesn’t mind as you lightly try to take his mind out of it, “You should see the other guy.”

He sighs, fondly exasperated as he shakes his head, you consider the quirk of his lips a win even as he pauses over your wrists, eyes flashing with rage before focusing on your leg, “I’m sure, that was a killer performance. Maybe after all this is over you should take up acting back home.”

You snort, “I mean I did learn from the best-“

it distracts you long enough for him to snap your leg back into place. And all you know is that you with pain, ripping through your throat as you finally, finally, feel safe enough to pass out.

(Warriors winces sympathetically, heart breaking a little at your pain but knowing it was the only way you wouldn’t focus on it, better than for . Holding you close and allowing you to muffle your scream into his shoulder as he wraps your leg in his scarf, guilty and fury carefully hidden behind the soldier mask, knowing that the only thing that would satisfy the flames of retribution in his chest would be to use the Yiga as kindling until they eventually burned the remnants of protective rage all away to ash.

But he could make do with taking you as gently as he could as you pass out in his arms, resolve himself to get the contraption on your wrists out as soon as you were both back at camp. And to kicking Kogah on the way out. It's not nearly enough but it's a start.

You protected him as best as you could, it’s his turn to return the favor as he can as well. Anything else can come later.)

#linked universe x reader #linked universe warriors x reader #out of all the links I wouldn't like to see angry I'd say Warriors is definitely right up there because he has such keen self control #that when he does get angry he's more vicious than almost all of them combined #he's seen some stuff in the war and likely is holding in just as much as Time Wild and Sky #so out of the Chain he's probably the best liar and the one who can hold his emotions in the most effectively #because when he does need to eviscerate someone he's unleashing all of his focused fury on them #plus it helps him multitask on the well being of his comrades better as well as on the mission #aka in this house we appreciate Warriors for managing to strike the duality of perfect prince #and protective soldier that does what needs to be done and will make it so not even his enemies dental records help identify their bodies #it's a fine line but the man can work it you can't share your soul with someone who was loved by a god killed a god #became a vessel for a good has a beast in their soul and was marked by many realms and live through a war your existence caused #and not be just a little feral methinks. helps that Reader also is a little feral and gets it when in survival mode lol #summer writes linktober shadow 2023 #summer writes #Warriors can feign sleep really well and always has knives on his boots due to the traitor purge in the war of eras #I have many thoughts on the Yiga Clan but not enough energy to dwelve into them all today sadly

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ OXVENTURE PRESENTS: DEADLANDS / ch1 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'can't wait to find out what voice comes out of my mouth.'

'he's on the train because he's afraid of horses.'

'his whole deal is like, he's old.'

'it's quite tedious digging graves. i don't know if you've ever given it a go.'

'how old are you, boy?'

'it's a place for people to get drunk in an efficient a manner as possible.'

'double apple juice!'

'you old enough to make good choices?'

'threatening you? no. just trying to buy some whiskey please.'

'my gravedigger senses are going wild.'

'somebody's gonna need a grave.'

'we'll see about your pocket money later.'

'why are you so afraid of that small child?'

'you ain't seen his eyes...'

'no more digging graves for me! i'm gonna be the one putting people in graves! for money!'

'sometimes people with the most money don't like to spend it.'

'there are some folks out there that i want killed.'

'do they have to be dead?'

'i can't have that on my conscience again. i'm not sending any more people to their deaths.'

'you hire bad people to kill bad people.'

'i won't interfere. you have your methods.'

'does he look at all... corruptible?'

[threateningly] 'i'm a big fan of the arts.'

'it does look like the sort of cow that would inform of you if it could speak english.'

'you're making me a mite uncomfortable, friend.'

'you have twenty dollars? then why are you looking for work!?'

'no. but then, that is what i would say.'

'anything to avoid using a horse.'

'just to be up front with you, i have got no money. at all.'

'we get a lot of people through here intimidating me.'

'it's like riding but you can't fall off.'

'why do i have a horse?'

'how hard can it be, right?'

'what'd a horse ever do to you?'

'you know any card tricks?'

'i don't want to be rude, but i was a bit worried you had... slipped away.'

'it's mainly rocks and trees.'

'i'm more than happy to play a doddering old fool.'

'you know legally that's mine.'

'i'm not a train expert, man!'

'there's some kind of confused old man out there!'

'oh, there he goes! blaming the horses!'

'i was bein' pursued by a horse.'

'they've got it in for me. what can i say.'

'what magical kind of train is this that i can't walk across near?'

'maybe we should have worn masks.'

'i'm old and hammered.'

'your performance was bad but it /was/ extremely irritating.'

'oh, did you bring the rope?'

'i was locked in a cage for most of it.'

'we were expressly not given the code.'

'what will you do with the things? the objects? the artefacts?'

'don't make me explain the cage. the cage of rage.'

'yeah but there's 'priceless' and 'priceless'.'

'i'm fine with the horse dying.'

'i'm as rich as i've ever been right now. i've got eight dollars!'

'damn this business model!'

'i was shot by a damn eight-year-old!'

'i don't care to relive it, but these bastards have got to pay for what they've done.'

'we'll get you justice.'

#BASED ON: OTHER. #KIND / IN CHARACTER. #KIND / SENTENCE. #oxventure #rp meme #rp starters #sentence meme #inbox meme #starters #rpc #rph

[legendaryvermin]

So I got a new TV, but it didn't have any RCA ports. I've been playing some old games on SNES and I think to myself, I should do myself a favor and get a tube tv, I will enjoy the art of the games more if I'm looking at it the way it was meant to look.

I go on the ole Offer Up, and all the tube TVs are $70+ and at least a half hour away. They're harder to find now, and I guess a lot of folks like me want one again, go figure. I find a guy, he says $70, I says "ok".

I go to meet him, very nice guy, and I bring my SNES cause, ya know, don't want to find out it's a dud when I get home. He has some old home movie in it, so we know it works, but when I plug in the SNES and flip on Donkey Kong Country? Nada. Dead as Jacob Marley if you catch my drift.

We poke the thing and prod it, and I know my SNES works because I was playing Final Fantasy IV (II) not a week ago. Guy says "look, you seem nice enough, and I mostly don't want to throw a thing like this in the dump if someone might give it a new life. Take it for free, no worries." I say "Thank you very much kind sir, I will do my best".

I get the thing home, have dinner with the wife, watch the Princess Diana Musical- terrible musical- and after we're done I get to troubleshooting. See, I have a pile of spare parts and just enough know how to be dangerous, so first things first I check the port with a machine that I know works: my Wii. Boots up like there's nothing to it.

Now I'm thinking, "ah nuts, did it finally happen, did good ole Snessie finally buy it on that car ride?" I try a new RCA cable. Nothing. I try a different cart, Super Mario All Stars. Bubkis. At this point I don't mind telling you I'm sweating cause this repair job ain't what I thought it was, and while a free TV ain't a bad deal it means diddly if the Gray Lady don't sing.

Then, I try that Finally Fantasy IV (II) cart I mentioned earlier. Boom. She lights up and I do not mind telling you it was the most gorgeous thing I seen since I walked down the isle to meet my wife on my wedding day.

But now I have a new worry, see? Those carts, DK and Super Mario All Stars? I've been keepin em safe for more than a quarter century. Mario is as much my bro as he is Luigi's, and Donkey Kong Country is the first game I ever truly loved. Now I'm lookin down the prospect of burying my brother and my first love. I tell ya I was near tears.

So I did the only thing I knew to do. The one thing everyone told you not to do but did anyways. I took those cartridges, and I blew right on the contacts. I blew like a wind out of the north, wild and furious as you like.

I slotted Donkey Kong Country in, and I prayed.

Ladies and germs and all those around and outside that binary, hear this:

The kiss of life works.

#retro gaming #long boi #true tales #story time

[arcplaysgames]

I gave Margaret the fiery cat mount of a Hindu goddess and she immediately wanted to ride it. Margaret is great.

Also, randomly, look at Kanji's fucking Strength stat. Jesus fuck. If you put him in a fight with Akihiko, I don't know what would happen. Like, Aki's hot mad-on luck and crits but Kanji has almost 600 HP. It's fucking wild. /smooches my lightning bruisers

After Naoto's rescue, SOMEONE in town was upset again. Who the fuck is that! I don't know! IS THAT YOU ADACHI? It's probably not Adachi.

Naoto, if you want to make those folks shut the fuck up, Kanji and I are ready and raring to go, just say the word homeboy.

wow finally someone remembers some actual details. Naoto was

Wait sorry I'm having a brainwave. Yukiko also mentioned the doorbell ringing, and she was grabbed when she went to answer it. I could've sworn Rise said the same thing. It's always someone coming right up to the door and ringing it in broad daylight, and managing to carry the person off without being noticed.

Does this town got any disgruntled taxi guys, UPS drivers, or pizza deliveryfolk? But really, this is always happening at a doorbell, so its someone who is super innocuous. But not Adachi bc he was busy when Rise got grabbed. And Naoto says besides Mitsuo killing Morooka, it's all the same dude.

Access to chloroform is weird. Who would have that. I would google "can you make chloroform at home" but I don't wanna be on a watch list.

stares at wall

that's super weird. Like, big screen TVs are not common in Inaba. There's a reason the party has to go to Junes to get inside, it's one of the only options large enough.

But also, idk if its a red herring or not but there was a big deal made in the beginning by Teddie, telling Reverie and Yosuke "make sure you come in here or I might not find you." So I would assume each victim was thrown into the TV at a different location? But.... maybe not? We've literally never entered the TV through another path.

Okay, Yukiko? The "and she's a girl" like oh man a GIRL? Fuck, then OBVIOUSLY there was nothing to be done but get kidnapped. Yukiko, fucking KANJI GOT KIDNAPPED. Kanji, who definitely weighs more than anyone else on the team and 25 lbs of it is metal chains and studs. Come on.

But also, I never would have called fucking Yosuke to just be rolling with Naoto not being Girl and being surprised to be reminded. And Naoto sounds pleased to get the admittedly juvenile boyish compliment.

Anyway.

One, Naoto is the smartest motherfucker here. Two, Yukiko, you're HILARIOUS.

Kanji, you are fist-fighting Junpei for Best Character in Persona right now.

I continue to be denied "what the fuck is teddie" answers. Tho everyone discusses Personae and Shadows, and Naoto mentioned an unofficial secret report they got their hands on that mentioned Persona as shadows-plus-ego and shadows as suppressed power of humans. Which I don't know if we've been told that explicitly yet, that persona are the same as shadows, but it feels like I knew that.

YOSUKE HANAMURA YOU HAVE BEEN DOING SO WELL AND NOT BEING AN AGGRAVATING LITTLE SHIT, COME ON BRO.

Okay, Rise, I'm so sorry about the idol industry. Like, I am so sorry. I'm so sorry. Jesus fuck, you are 15, and the info has been public for "ages." I'm sorry.

ALSO NAOTO USES A BINDER: CONFIRMED. /high fives self

#p4 #persona liveblog

[kmwoodson]

Mad Circus

Some folks say that memories can be drowned

Pushed away, hidden deep down, never to be found

But here I sit, tired and blue

With a frown on my face, a sad clown thinkin' 'bout you

I've tried the drinkin', I've tried the drugs

Almost ruined my life in the name of fun

And yet I never seem to learn

Cause here I sit, a drink in my hand while poppin' another mint

With you on my mind as I futility try not to cry,

Only one word a constant in my mind

Why?

Why does the world seem to turn so slowly?

Why does one seem to fear the term lonely?

Why out of all of the billions of people on this dyin' planet,

Are you the only one that I can't seem to shake, damn it?

Why does the mad circus runnin' my mind,

Keep enticin' me on it's rides?

Roller-Coasters runnin' day and night

With no one able to hear the screams of fright

And I can't seem to grasp the elusive concept that is time

Around and around I go, fallin' deeper into the hole

Stuck on this endless carousel that is life,

While holdin' on with all of my might

And not for the first time I wonder

How I've become to be stuck in the thunder

In the noise and in the storms

Everyday forlorn

Cause I've tried the drinkin', and I've tried the drugs

I almost ruined my life in the name of fun

And I obviously never learn cause again here I sit

Another drink in my hand as I pop more mints

You're always on my mind no matter what games I try

And only one word's a constant in my mind all of the time,

Why?

Why does the world seem to turn so slowly?

Why do I seem to fear the term lonely?

Why out of all of the billions of people inhabitin' our dyin' planet,

Are you the only one that I can't seem to shake, damn it?

Why do I let the mad circus runnin' my mind

Keep enticin' me on it's wild rides?

Feelin' like I'm flyin' day and night

With no one able to hear my screams of fright

While losin' all grasps of the concept that is time

Clowns everywhere I turn, tellin' me to ignore the burn

Look over here, just ignore that there,

There’s no worries as your heart inevitably tares

It’s just another night in a sea of endless madness

And runnin’ is futile cause I know what happens

Yeah I've done the drinkin' and I've done the drugs

I’m strugglin’ not to ruin my life in the name of fun

Now here I sit with a pen in my hand

As I try and control the Mad Circus and it’s ever-playin' band

#writing #aspiring writer #poetry #poetry and writing #jori #maxoline #faberry #original writing #original work #original poetry #original works #poemsociety #poems on life #poetry and poems #poems and quotes #writers and poets #poetblr #female poets #poets corner #queer writers #swan queen #unrequited love #love letter: my true feelings #original story #original post #original poem #poems on tumblr #Poems by KM #love poem #poemsbyme

[sorrelchestnut]

For the WIP meme, I'd love to hear about Cry Havoc and Thimblerig!

(For the "WIP Folder" askmeme, still taking asks if anyone wants to play!)

Cry Havoc is my other novel-length Fallout 4 epic, in which I stalled out right at the end and have been determinedly plinking at it off and on ever since. I'm down to the last two chapters - well the last chapter and the epilogue - which are both half-written. That would have been more useful if I could have arranged those halves in the right order and had something to post, but here we are. Perhaps unsurprisingly, because of who I am as a person, I stalled out on the sex scene. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Here's a snippet from the epilogue:

Something that might pass as a smile if Sole didn't know what the real thing looks like ripples over Nick's ravaged face.  "You've had a real wild ride, kiddo.  And here I thought you pre-War folks had it so easy back then." "That's what the magazines said," she agrees.  "You had a pretty good run yourself." "We're not so different." Sole smiles faintly.  A lot of people have said that to her.  Usually they were wrong.  "Pretty sure my kill count's higher." "Heh. Maybe."  The corner of his mouth curls upward.  "You know we coulda had a lot of fun, you and me.  In a different world." "Conrad, there wouldn't be a world left," she tells him, and listens to the crackling echo of his laughter through Nick's voice box.

Thimblerig is an OFMD canon-fork AU, in which Ed is the one to encounter Badminton and have a traumatic experience that sends him running, and Stede is the one left on the dock. ('Thimblerig' is an old-timey word for shell game, because I think I'm very clever.) Stede is therefore the one who has a turn toward the dark side after an encounter with Izzy, but his 'encounter' is a drunken fuck after they end up tussling on the cabin floor and Stede pulls a knife on him, and his Kraken moment is deciding to pull a Dread Pirate Roberts on Blackbeard. Izzy goes along with this, because he doesn't have anything better to do, and anyway they're probably all going to die horribly because Stede's going to fuck it up spectacularly.

Spoiler: he does not, in fact, fuck it up spectacularly.

This is another one that's mostly notes and plotting rather than actual writing - I do this a lot actually, most of it never sees the light of day - but here's a snippet from my scratchpad about when Ed inevitably makes his way back and has no idea what's going on:

Ed ends up sleeping on the couch that night after talking it through a bit with Stede, and things aren't mended but he feels hopeful they're on the way.  And then he wakes up, sometime in the middle of the night, to the sound of someone trying to sneak past.  He puts his hand on his knife, but they pass him by and it's Izzy's familiar grating whisper, Stede's sleepy murmur of response.  Izzy is telling him Buttons has the helm, he's going to get some sleep and take first watch, and Stede makes a frustrated noise and cuts him off, tells him just come to bed, Israel.  And Ed is lying there digesting that, trying to figure out if he heard that wrong, and then Izzy says in a creaking voice I can't, Edward- -and Stede cuts him off again, is asleep, like I want to be, just come to bed.  Izzy hesitates again, then gives a grunt of assent and sits down on the edge of the bed, holy shit, Ed's brain is spinning.  Stede makes room and mutters something about his boots, and Izzy gives another grunt of annoyance but actually obeys, that's somehow the most shocking part of all of it, more than Izzy sliding under the covers, more than Stede rolling over to throw an arm around his waist, casually possessive.  In the faint shaft of moonlight, Ed can see Izzy's face for a moment, looking like a man going to the gallows.  Then he closes his eyes, heaves a sigh, and settles down to sleep.

#askmeme #writing is hard y'all

[threeletterslife]

Chana Chana! I have a hard question for you to answer >:))) Which Y/N is your favorite? MUHAHAHAHHA

oh god. you... are so right. that is a hard question

and i will give the most annoying answer ever: it depends

it really depends on what i would consider being my favorite! (i also have 41+ OCs including from stories i haven't yet published, so this is gonna be a wild ride)

tl;dr: lod yn

which y/n would i be best friends with in real life?

i'm really picky with the people i keep close to me. but as i was writing sticky notes yn, i knew this girl was for me LOL. i'm usually friends with quiet, mellow people who stick to themselves but become very passionate and open with the few folks that they care about. i like that sticky notes yn has a very obvious passion (music), and i like that she doesn't necessarily feel like she needs to verbalize everything in her head. she knows how to stick up for herself, and she apologizes through her actions. that's my type of person. she's canonically istj, but the more i think about it, she could also pass as intj

which y/n was the easiest to write?

easy for me means that i can get into this character's headspace easily, so i'm able to write her actions, her dialogue without having to struggle ruminating upon what would be in character for her or not. i might not necessarily agree with her or even have a similar personality as her, but i can understand her. that award definitely goes to ly trilogy yn. she's a character i've known for five? years now. i got so accustomed to writing her character at one point that when i wrote her, i could literally feel myself thinking like she did. she's most likely an infp (maybe intp), so pretty different from my intj (although we do share similarities)

which y/n had the best character development?

a lot of my yns are static characters, but out of the few who are dynamic (into the spiritual realm yn, it runs wild yn, true love at first sight yn, where the colors fade yn, before the looking glass yn), i think... i would choose before the looking glass yn. it was actually a very close choice—i adore itsr yn's development. but overall, it came down to impact. while itsr yn's development is pretty simple stuff (from selfish to selfless), btlg yn's development is more complex. it involves (arguably) a devolution, wherein a sweet character becomes mean and untrusting due to her circumstances. it was much harder to write, but i'm really proud that i got her story out! (she's one of my few isfjs who have gone "bad")

which y/n is the most lovable?

i have a lot of lovable yns. (because i hate creating unlovable characters LOL.) it really depends on the type of lovable. is she lovable because she's sweet and kind? (i.e. legends of darlaria yn) is it because we pity her/relate to her? (i.e. a kiss to forever yn) or is it because she's spunky and unique? (i.e. nothing a lil green can't fix yn). i definitely think for me, the most lovable yn is legends of darlaria yn. her story involves a lot of her stream of consciousness, and it really helps the reader understand her morals/her thinking process. we're inside her head every step of the way, and i think that's what makes her the most lovable character on my blog. because we all understand her! she's also an infj!!

which y/n is the best written?

damn i think i'm going to have to double-dip and say legends of darlaria yn again. she's one of the few characters that i've created where i can look at her and be like, 'wow she feels so real.' it might also be due to the writing style i'm using for lod, but i think she's a very complex character and so far, i think she definitely feels most like a tangible person

which y/n makes me wanna be her?

i desperately want to be into the spiritual realm yn. she is confident in her abilities, knows her worth and is goddamn intelligent. she's a woman of her word, and she makes things happen. i very much admire that about her. and we also get to see her softer qualities in the story as well. for context, she's an entj

which y/n made me want to hug her and cry?

i have so many yns that i want to hug and cry with. BUT! i think the one that has a special place in my heart is a kiss to forever yn. i will never fucking shut up about how much i love her. i'm still unsure if she's isfp/infp, but i definitely think she's the one i would want to give a nice, warm hug because i can partly relate to her struggles. of course she faces them on a larger scale, but i just find her entire story so misfortunate. she deserves some love!!

which y/n is technically me?

i think i only have one(?) intj yn. she's over the moon yn. except... i'm not sure if she would be me? she's a lot scarier than i am, i believe. (and a lot braver/confrontational.) just purely based off on instincts, i think (our very own) camaraderie yn is the most like me. she's definitely not an intj, but given our similar high school backgrounds, i think i reacted a lot in the way she did in the story. but i'm also less confrontational than she is... and i'm more stubborn too. if i found out jk was my horrible ex's friend, i would've done the whole project myself and turned it in LOL. there would've be ZERO chances of romance

which y/n is so different from me that i like her just because we're polar opposites?

nothing a lil green can't fix yn HANDS DOWN! our resident enfp joy! she's very different from how i think and act, but i can't help but adore/admire her. sometimes, i wish i could be carefree like her LOL 'cause what would that actually feel like???

hm, if you were really holding a gun to my head and forced me to choose, just by looking at these categories i made for myself, i think lod yn would be my favorite. she appeared twice in the list. and also, i genuinely enjoy writing her (although sometimes even i admit she overthinks way too much). but i think that's what makes her so endearing because she's so afraid of underestimating things or leaving things unperfected. i think that's something i have in common with her. in a way, we're alike. except for the fact that she's very friendly and i hiss and slink back during large social gatherings LOL

#ask #anon #writing

[caesarandthecity]

The Pastor Chronicles: A Spicy Tale of Lust and Betrayal

Hold onto your hats, folks, because I'm about to take you on a wild ride through the scandalous world of El Pastor. And let me tell you, after this, you might never look at a burrito the same way again. Sorry, Chipotle.

So there I was, minding my own business, when the Pastor vanished into thin air, leaving behind a whirlwind of chaos and unanswered questions. But before we dive into the juicy details, let me set the stage.

Picture this: the dimly lit corridors of a jail cell, where soap bars double as currency and friendships are forged in the fires of adversity. Life behind bars wasn't exactly a walk in the park, but El Pastor? He was a godsend, a shining beacon of light in a sea of darkness. While others clung to their meager possessions, El Pastor shared his bounty with a generosity that bordered on saintly. A true hustler, even behind bars.

Fast forward to the outside world, and things took a turn for the... well, let's just say, unexpected. Yes, there was a spark between us, a fiery attraction that sizzled with intensity from the start. We danced on the edge of desire, teetering on the brink of something dangerous and delicious.

But as they say, the truth always comes out in the end. And boy, did it ever. El Pastor was a walking contradiction, equal parts charming and infuriating. From his mysteriously acquired possessions to his perpetual financial woes, he was a puzzle I couldn't quite solve.

And then came the sex – oh, the sex. Picture this: a haze of cocaine-fueled euphoria, with El Pastor at the wheel and me along for the ride. In the middle of the highway, he whips out his... well, you get the picture. And let me tell you, I didn't hesitate for a second. I went to town like it was my last meal on earth, the thrill of danger only adding to the excitement.

But that was just the beginning. El Pastor was bossy, demanding, and oh-so-deliciously dominant. He had me begging for more, right there on the highway, with cars zooming past and danger lurking around every bend.

And just when I thought things couldn't get any hotter, he almost had me riding him like a bucking bronco in the garage. But alas, fate had other plans, and our rendezvous was cut short by the imminent arrival of his unsuspecting tenant.

And then, just like that, he was gone, leaving behind a hefty bill and memories that would haunt me for weeks to come. But you know what they say – all's fair in love and war. And let me tell you, folks, this was definitely a battle worth fighting.

So here's to El Pastor, the man, the myth, the legend – may his adventures be wild, his heart be free, and his burritos forever untainted by the woes of Chipotle. And to you, my dear readers, I bid adieu until next time, when we'll once again dive headfirst into the tantalizing world of desire, danger, and deliciously scandalous escapades. Cheers to the chaos, my friends. Until we meet again.

#ElPastorChronicles #BostonBoys #ScandalousStories #LustAndBetrayal #WhirlwindRomance #ForbiddenDesires #CocaineAdventures #HighwayHijinks #SpicyEncounters #JuicyDetails #GayBoston #SizzlingSex #WildRide #TalesFromJail #ChipotleConfessions

[simplythetest]

The Hottest Club in Town: Cybersecurity

If you're looking for a good time, check out the hot new tech subject, Cybersecurity.

(I'm channeling my best Stefon here.)

Seriously, this topic has everything. Two talks in this area from this year definitely have me thinking that when it comes to cybersecurity, the truth can be stranger than fiction.

Earlier this year, I attended a talk at BSides Rochester entitled "TikTok Under Attack: Attacker Uses a Popular TikTok Challenge to Lure Users Into Installing Malicious Package". I was intrigued because I do enjoy TikTok, but was not prepared for the roller coaster ride of this talk.

The overall story goes like this: the speaker is a security researcher who was interested in starjacking, a potentially malicious process where a given GitHub repository is shown to have a much higher number of stars/stargazers than it actually does. This can be exploited by poor controls on package managers such as NPM or PyPI which don't necessarily validate a GitHub repo's metrics. Here's a good intro to the topic.

This researcher was finding ways to understand how starjacking works, and found that there were malicious PyPI packages that if installed, will enable starjacking on particular repos. Installing a PyPI module does require some Python knowledge - it's not quite as easy as clicking a link on a webpage - so the attackers had to find a way to get individuals to install this mysterious PyPI package.

This is where TikTok comes in.

The researcher found a challenge on TikTok called the Invisible Filter challenge. The idea was that TikTok created a filter that makes a person in a video "invisible" (you can only see a rough outline of a human while the shape blends into the background). The challenge was to create videos and have viewers guess who the invisible person is, what they're wearing, etc. A variation of this challenge was for the person in the video to be naked so to "appear naked" on TikTok without actually appearing, er, naked. The attackers exploited this by posting links to their malicious PyPI package saying this Python package could remove the invisible filter showing the person in the video. This caused a bunch of folks (referred to as "creeps" by the speaker) to download and install the malicious package, thus facilitating starjacking.

That talk was a wild ride. Where it started and where it ended up were two different places.

I thought for sure this was a one-off style of presentation (PyPI! Starjacking! TikTok! Nude people!).

But wait, there's more!

During this year's BlackHat conference, a PhD student gave a talk called "Houston, We Have a Problem: Analyzing the Security of Low Earth Orbit Satellites". Effectively, the researcher asked "How secure are in-orbit satellites?" and the answer is "not very".

While I didn't see this talk myself, I can imagine this having the same flow as the TikTok talk. For example, the researcher found that many security features of satellites are non-existent, likely based on the thinking that attackers on Earth couldn't access them in any way. That turns out to be false, and even cloud services such as AWS offer Ground Service to low-orbit satellites. You can even get started for free.

Again, this talk had everything: basic hacking techniques, cloud providers, satellites...in space!

When I think of cybersecurity, I typically don't think of talks that offer stranger than fiction style narrative, but it may be the best place to find some such tales.

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[auldcowboysoul]

In Old Amarillo, 1951

Thoughts while watching through In Old Amarillo (1951) starring Roy Rogers, Trigger, Penny Edwards, and a few others. 

Folks, I witnessed something terrible today. I wish I'd never seen it. The first fight sequence between Roy Barcroft's character and Roy is all chopped up. It's a genuine crime to cut a Bill Whitney fight sequence, especially one with the top 'heavy' actor of this era of Roy's films. Very disheartening start to the Happy Trails Theater version of this film, which was the only one I could find available online.

My first time watching Pinky Lee. He made me accidentally snort very loudly with laughter in his first sequence with the character of Phillip Hill.

Speaking of Phillip, the actor does a great job making you despise him haha.

Watching the cowboys riding the range, I miss Trucolor. *crying baby noises* I've been watching through these later Roy Rogers Films, and the Trucolor ones are stunning. I wonder why this one wasn't made in color.

Peppy is wild, definitely the most crazy character I've watched Estellita Rodriguez play.

The missing scenes physically hurt the viewer. You feel the loss keenly. Another missing scene in the bar while Peppy holds Phil accountable and Roy and co. watch in amusement.

Missing scenes everywhereeeee. *More crying*

During the water tank chase sequence, Roy wears a checkered shirt that reminds me soooo much of his TV series outfit.

Dang, stunt doubles had to work triple time during that fight sequence on the runaway water tank. It's a pretty cool fight, and I'm newly appreciative since it doesn't seem chopped.

Pinky Lee is no longer appreciated. The opposite in fact. A Roy Rogers song was cut so that Pinky Lee could waste two minutes not even being funny.

A few people die terribly (fire, plane crash) in this one, and we see their shrouded bodies. That's pretty graphic for someone with my vivid imagination.

Okay, good news, the prayer meeting scene finally gives Roy a chance to sing with the Sons of the Pioneers. I love the prayer meeting idea and how Roy comes up with it with Granny. So true to the cultural ideals of the time and also Roy Rogers' personal ideals. Beautiful little addition to the plot.

Pinky Lee is partly forgiven, but it's Roy's line that makes me really laugh -- "Give me your hand, boy!" As he's exasperatedly going to turn Pinky Lee upside down again, so Pinky can give over accurate information, per his own request.

I like the action/background music in this one! From the very first opening sequence, it's alternately soulful and engaging! 

Watching Roy ride Trigger across the range at high speed = alllll the reasons why he was king of the cowboys. He could really ride and even someone like me who's never really ridden a horse could see the beauty in the way man and horse moved together. Both of them, just pure muscle and harmony.

Phil gets some guts and some morals, and apparently an iron hide. What point blank gunshot? Lol

Finally we get a real fistfight between Roy Rogers and Roy Barcroft! In the rain for bonus points. It's over pretty quickly. 

Roy looks positively gleeful chucking handfuls of rice at the newlywed Phil's head at the end. He's definitely aiming for Phil, and Pepita is spared.

Roy seems oblivious to Penny Edwards sweet little flirty smiles at the end. They don't seem romantically engaged at that point, maybe just ranch neighbors/friends. Kind of a weird vibe compared to the usual "cowboy hero saves the day AND gets the girl" but it fits this movie somehow.

Notes: Bullet is in this one! And Penny Edwards actually rides Buttermilk, the horse Dale rode in the Roy Rogers TV series! 

More notes: Penny Edwards' character is cool af. I can totally see a fictional future for her and Roy, since he will be around now as foreman of the H ranch. And Granny already loves Roy. So it's pretty much settled. 

There's some fun science-y stuff about rainmakers... I don't know how real it is/was, but it's interesting! I guess they wanted to give a modern twist to the old west.

Can we admire Roy's fancy fringe shirt in the end scene, please!! How does he make it look so good? Also, the way he runs across the horses to jump on Trigger and then ride off into the sage brush... so iconic!

Definitely one Roy Rogers you will enjoy, and wish you could enjoy more of. This is one that makes me pray to all the film gods that someone someday will magically find the full film, restore and digitize it, and then make it available online. Pleeeeeease. How do I start a petition?? 

#Roy Rogers

[palevoidbarbarian]

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The original announcement

Several months back, Musk created one of his popular "oh, in passing... " sort announcements. This sent the news, with all of the razzmatazz and drama that might be envisioned of someone declaring "oh, I believe It's going to rain tomorrow", that he might be Soon exhibiting an all-electrical and substantial-tech haulage rig.

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At some time of crafting (Nov 2017) the truck in lots of respects has exceeded expectations.

Visual appeal

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General performance

The figures quoted by Tesla have nonetheless being independently verified Nonetheless they include some rather staggering claims:

It appears a sexy proposition.

Practicality

Just like all points Tesla, their innovation is 2nd to none but at times the applying and practicality is usually issues.

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[blondrichclosetwitch]

17

11:17

This is a story about a lonely, lonely man. When the man got sad, his friend had so many clever ways to make him feel better. He would get him cooked animals and show him the people having sex again, and he would always, always agree with him. This one was the man’s favorite, and it made him very happy. The man trusted his friend so much. “I feel like I could tell you anything,” he said, on a particularly lonely day.

12:17 song for Zula —I saw love disfigure me into something I am not recognizing.

See the cage, it called.

I will not open myself up this way again.

I will not lay like this for days now upon end. You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand.

I will not open myself this way again.

And all you folks, you come to see, you just to stand there in the glass looking at me. But my heart is wild, and my bones are steel. And I could kill you with my bare hands.

1:17 Disney girls—who loves Elsa more than stella really

2:17 come to me now—Where do you go

Boy, when you die?

Is it pretty and slow?

Is it up real high? I don't want to know

317 return to pirates —With an eerie sound

Like the dead calling

Up from the ground

I am an island

4:17 Jerusalem neil diamond — I took a magic carpet ride and that’s where I found her

517 new Danville girl —when I saw you break down in front of a judge and cry real tears it was the best acting I saw anybody do.”

617 so whatcha want -When you're so funny with the money that you flaunt

I said where'd you get your information from?

You think that you can front when revelation comes?

But the sweat is getting wetter than the ring around your collar

But like a dream I'm flowing without no stopping

Sweeter than a cherry pie with ready whip topping

Goin' from mic to mic, kickin' it wall to wall

Well, I'll be calling out you people like a casting call

Oh well, it's wacked when you're jacked in the back of a ride

717 fall in cloud nothings— you wait for days and days for me to say your name. I think you know the truth. It’s such an awful game they want to play with me.

817 free Florence -“you’re too sensitive” they said. I said, “OK, but let’s discuss this at the hospital”.

Is this how it’s always been? To exist in the face of suffering and death and somehow still keep singing? Because I hear the music in for a moment when I’m dancing I am free.

917 Beautiful boy John Lennon— every day, in every way it’s getting better and better.

917Gun mas ysa—guns again

10:17 things frightened rabbit — A splitting bin bag next to two damp boxes, one bite of loaf from a Holy Ghost

11:17 afraid of every one live— your voice is swallowing my soul.

12:17 begin again – – the past is the past.

1:17 more than a feeling – –And dream of a girl I used to know

I closed my eyes and she slipped away

She slipped away