#photo make bridle

[hrtzz]

Striker x Ftm (succubus) reader

Warnings: (SMUT, degrading, Accidental creampie, mentions of female aligned body parts, reader has top surgery but no bottom, js kinky shit to be honest.)

Reader works as a bounty hunter as a side job for quick cash grabs, He didn't realise how hard this new bounty was going to be.

You got out of your run-down car, and the thing was beat to a pump, with all the fighting and bullet holes you were surprised it was still running. You took the photo of your bounty out of your pocket, he was handsome, of course, but you weren't exactly bothered, you had a job to do, and you were going to get it done as quickly as possible. You looked ahead at the run-down bar, the big neon sign hung high, some letters flashing, the red light hanging by a wire. ‘What a dump’ you thought to yourself as you strolled inside.

You see your target at the bar sipping a whiskey by himself at the bar, the stool he was sat on was red velvet and torn. Discretely, you walk over and order a small shot before walking to a table and keeping eyes on your target as you sit down alone. He stays there for a good half an hour before finally paying his tab and leaving, as he pushes through the saloon doors you swiftly follow. He goes… behind? The bar? Unusual but you don't know what he's up to so you aimlessly follow him.

As you turn the corner an arm slams you to the wall. Fuck. You were caught.

“You think I wouldn't notice your eyes on me darlin’?” a low southern accent spoke out.

“If I did I would have been more careful” you chirp back just to hear a condescending dark chuckle come from his throat.

“Oh you're a mouthy one aren't you cutie?”

Cutie? You might be able to catch him after all. “Yeah… and?”

“I don't like the mouthy ones.” you feel a sharp blade come near your stomach. “Always the most fucking annoying to kill.”

“Who said you were killing me?”

Another chuckle pursued.

“You're in no position to be making decisions honey.” the knife grazes your abdomen and some blood is drawn in the procedure. As he drags the knife up your stomach a mark on your lower stomach is revealed and striker looks at it in curiosity before giving a smirk.

“What's this for eh?”

You didn't say a word back, he knew what it was, and you weren't going to be his little bitch to explain it to him.

“A succubus? Well, aren't you a rare one?” he grinned, his gold tooth showing

“What's it to you? Asshole” he chuckled again.

“I've never been with a succubus before, I imagine the experience is quite extraordinary.”

“I'm not an experiment.” you scowl back at him

“I mean succubus or not darling, I'd still ravage you~. How about I make you a deal?” he smirks

“What deal?”

“You spend a night with me and I won't spill yer guts for attempting to kill me.” He raised an eyebrow as his grip loosened on you.

‘What an ass’ you thought to yourself. You knew he wouldn't be able to kill you and you were pretty sure he knew it too, but hey, what's a bit of harmless fun? “Oh please big scary cowboy I'll do anything! Just don't hurt me!” you say sarcastically, gaining another deep chuckle.

“You got jokes too huh?” Striker released his grip and held out his hand for you to take, you took it and he led you to his horse lifting you onto the back of it “I'll take you someplace real nice darlin’ don't you worry!” he snapped the bridles and the horse set off.

Now you end up in a hotel room having Striker push you against the door as his long tail wraps around your thigh using his spare hand to lock the door, the other to take off your clothes. As he takes off your shirt he looks at your chest admiring your physique “damn.” he smiled.

“Like what you see?” you pant between the kisses. Striker didn't say anything and kissed you more passionately than you expected but you reciprocated it nonetheless. He ran his hands up your figure gripping your hips slightly as you pulled off his shirt. He was toned, very toned, not that you were complaining at all.

Striker runs his hand along your ass as he picks you up and takes you to the bed throwing you down and holding your wrists together. He peppers kisses down your body sucking on your nipple slightly before going down to your pants. His tail rattled excitedly “Your tail rattled? That's cute.” you giggle, striker frowned “I'm not gonna be the cute one in this situation when you're underneath me.” he chuckled as he unbuckled your pants and pulled them down. You carried on talking “Oh sure you cocky bas- FUCK!” you gripped the sheets to look down and see a cream cowboy hat, although you couldn't see what he was doing, you felt it. You could feel his tongue circle around your clit and he sucked it like his last meal making you whimper “M-move the hat…” you say shakily.

Striker stops, making you whine before taking his hat off and placing it on top of you're head “fuckin cute” he snickered and before you could say a word he went back down on you more aggressively as he gripped your thighs his claws sinking into them to hold them to place “god your pussys fucking perfect…” he mumbled making your cheeks heat up. Striker was eager to make you cum as he dipped a finger in your hole curling it slightly and then adjusting your hole by pushing a second one in making you whine as you gripped his hair the cowboy hat falling over your face making striker hiss. He wanted to see your cute little face while he was ruining you. He pushed the cowboy hat out your face and pushed his finger in deeper hitting just the right spot as his digits curled into your fleshy walls. “God if you're this tight around two fingers how are you going to take my cock?” he chuckles as he carried on getting you closer and closer to the edge.

“Striker I'm gonna-”

Then he stops.

“What the fuck I was nearly there!” you say frustrated

“I want you to beg for it.” he smiled sadistically

“Fuck yo- shit!” you winced as he rubbed your clit painfully slow smirking at you.

“What was that sugar?” he chuckled before his face went deadpanned, “Beg, bitch.”

You couldn't take it… you had to… “please let me cum, please please, please, please I'm so close, make me cum sir…”

Striker immediately picked up the pace and curled his fingers fast inside you making you tighten around his fingers sending you over the edge as you let out moan, your pussy creaming all over his fingers “Good boy… that's more like it…” he smiled as he licked up your juices off his hand.

You catch your breath as he kisses you gently moving you up the bed before unbuckling his pants. He lined himself up and looked at you smiling before roughly shoving himself in making you scream in pain and pleasure, meanwhile strikers tail rattles again as he mumbles under his breath “fuck…” he puts his arms on either side of you “god you’re tight…”

He regains himself and instantly starts going at a brutal pace pulling you into his chest against the headboard his tail rattling from time to time as he moves relentlessly “Fuck! Shit shit!” you whine as you try to come down from your last time cumming but you managed to bear it.

Striker chuckled and breathlessly spoke “You'll take down satan himself with that language” he chucked as he carried on pushing in and out of you leaving hickeys on your neck.

You didn't respond and just wrapped your arms around his neck panting into him, helplessly. Striker continued to thrust into you before slightly pulling you into him and lifting you up, allowing him more leverage to fuck you.

God damn could you feel it. As soon as he took his first thrust you felt his tip press against your G-spot, making you moan into his neck “Striker- I can't hold it honestly!” striker chuckled as he picked up the pace and circled you clit at just the right pace snarling at how tight you were getting around him “fuckin keep this up then I'll be cumming soon…” he gnawed into your neck and sucked a hickey into it as he pushed you to the limit. Finally, you feel the knot in your stomach undo as you whine and wrap your legs around him. Your pussy pulsing around Striker’s cock.

“Shit- wait darling!” striker gripped your hips tightly as he tried to push himself away from you, in means of not to cum in you but as you came your legs accidentally held him in place and he couldn't get out of it. “Fuck! sugar fuckin mo- fuckkk!” he groaned as he felt your walls wrap perfectly around his cock while he twitched inside you releasing all his warm sperm inside your pussy.

You both were panting and could barely catch a breath through the small kisses you gave each other, “might have marked you more than I want” he chuckled as he pulled out of you and looked to see his cum leaving your pussy “That's fucking hot.” he smirks as he looks up at you.

You on the other hand were a little panicked as no one had ever raw cummed in you “Yeah until I'm 5 months pregnant!” I scowl, just leaving striker there laughing “Well I couldn't exactly pull out when your legs were around me, besides, don't succubus want cum?”

You never before but by god you did now “I suppose so…”

“Then you'll be fine, I'll grab you the pill in the morning.” he said as he pulled you into him

“You better,” you remark and you lay on his chest.

(I do take requests so if you feel like making one have a look at my pinned blog and leave them under there!)

#striker x reader #striker x ftm reader #x ftm reader #striker x male reader #striker x trans reader #x trans reader #helluva boss

[wheatgrassfarmsims]

v1 Riann's Dressage Poses

Me? Finishing poses for both horses and riders? Unbelieveable, but true! (Photos unedited, using no reshaders or anything)

Introducing Riann's Dressage Poses v1! These poses were designed for use with the SSO import saddle (long-stirrup version) from @minervamagicka and SchrodCat, so while they will probably generally work with other saddles (particularly dressage saddles), I have not really tested it and the rider's positioning may look off.

You will need the usual PosePlayer and Teleporter, simply teleport the horse and sim to the same location and have them both do the same pose! For ease of use, the horse and rider poses are separated into different packs. For the riders, there are two versions of the Flying Change and Pirouette poses. One utilizes the MMxSC long-stirrup saddle, but has a less realistic leg placement. The other utilizes the version with no stirrups, which allows for more realistic leg placement, but that means you have to edit stirrups in. Your choice!

The only current known issue is the left-side rider's foot in the canter pirouette- if I want the leg to be the length of a normal human leg, some of the thicker boots have to clip through the stirrup a bit. As long as you're not taking photos straight-on from that side in that specific pose, however, it should be fine.

S4S link: https://simfileshare.net/folder/195207/

CC used:

MMxSC SSO Import Dressage Saddle by @minervamagicka Snaffle Dressage Bridle by Sass and Freckles Dressage Markers by Sass and Freckles Default Skin Override by @minervamagicka MIRROR MIRROR Eye Override by @doptera-ts4

As usual, please credit me when making derivations, and don't paywall any derivations. Please tag me if you upload photos with these! I love seeing my stuff in use <3

(ETA: no, I did not edit reins in because I am still not feeling 100% and I don't feel like it)

#sims 4 cc #sims 4 horse ranch

[the-phantom-author]

hii, thoughts/blurb on honeymoon/vacation with hasan? I've been in some feels right as college is starting teehee

love your writing lots!!

I think that honeymoon Hasan and vacation Hasan are two different things.

Like we know that Hasan has a problem when it comes to not making content. So I can see vacation Hasan would still record parts of it. He’d make sure to ask you if certain things or places you are together are okay to film, he also stresses the importance of how okay it is for you to tell him when things are not okay for him to film.

In general he.s so happy to be spending time with you outside of California. Loves all of it, honestly. Once you're about three weeks away from going, he’ll go out with you to get clothes, and yes you are picking out the clothes that he will be wearing, and he’ll love watching you try on different clothes in the store. Even after everything is bought, he;s so ready if you want his opinion on outfits, like if you want to pack things that you already own as well.

Also your own personal photographer, he loves to take random photos of you, both when you don’t know he’s doing it and when you ask him. Loves trying new food with you, He’ll make a twitter post, including a nice photo of the food that was taken before you started eating it, a rating out of ten that both give it, and a little blurb that summarizes your opinion of it. Truly he becomes a food critic.

As for the honeymoon, man’s so excited. Can not leave you alone. Always touching you in some way, holding your hand, arm around your waist, kissing your forehead, he might just start carrying you around bridle style if the mood strikes him. Any pictures or videos that he takes are kept to himself, I’d be one of those things that he would want to keep private, chat can get stories, but the actual photos/videos are just for you both.

#hasan piker #hasanabi x reader #hasanabi #hasan x reader #did i stay up and extra two hours for this #yes #but was the brainrot worth it #also yes

[kouginoa]

PSYCHO PASS PROVIDENCE (english dub) Kougami & Akane moments. (SPOILERS)

at the end i added a photo of me in akane cosplay & kou in popcorn hehe 

this is a mess sorry... 

PT.1 [ how i felt, what im feeling, what i understood and what i saw ]

where do i begin, AH, ill start off with saying psycho-pass will forever make me so happy and i will always find comfort in this show. i’m so happy to have heard the english dub cast again. 

[ i want to say, my movie experience was pretty piss poor sadly, and tbh, i could not focus AT ALL on the movie, on what i feel like was 85% of the time. there was someone in the theater that was kinda like live commenting on the movie and it was so annoying and really broke the most emotional parts. after the movie i cried quietly a bit because i really have been waiting a year for it just for it to come out and be ruined by someone who could not shut their mouth.... just a psa: if your going to see a movie, please remember the space you are in ]

this is kinda just a ramble so sorry if it doesn't make sense~ 

the movie was truly amazing and TBH REALLY HELPED ME UNDERSTAND SEASON 3 in regards to not only why Akane was in jail but to better understand Arata & Kei. which i have to say, i have gown a little more fond of Arata and makes me wonder what more he is going to do in hopefully the later movies/ or hopefully seasons 

there was a lot that happen like ginoza’s hair flying in the wind and also kogamis wet hair but yeah ill skip to the part that really made me think a lot and the part that i could not stop thinking about Akane’s note to Kougami, and the very end/ the end of the movie being him saying he will get Akane out.

PT.2 [ Akane & Kougami]

NOW Kougami and Akane. wow, the part of kougami covering her from the bomb... we love to see it. KOUGAMI CARRYING HER BRIDLE STYLE AGAIN. WE LOVE TO SEE IT !!!!!!! god,,, any moment where it was just them two i wanted to cry and scream, i really need to relive the movie again alone because it was super super good and my dumbass has a pea for a brain and felt like if  i was to have any real reaction my brother (who so kindly went with me to the movie) would just look at me. 

but really they broke my heart many many times during this movie, kougami calling akane, trying to work his way to say sorry but ended up just being a smart ass and akane saying that she wishes he just said sorry. I WANTED TO SCREAM. i feel like this film was really eveything we have been wanting to see out of the two... i really feel bad for akane i do, i don’t know how to explain it but i feel like she was really never able to truly able to talk to kou. i mean she did in the elevator and during the phone call,,, but since kou never said sorry i feel like she never got to talk to him and i felt like it was really a lot for her and what all she experienced. 

kougami saying that he lives with out regret makes me feel like is what pushed akane to do what she did, i want to say, i really wanted to cry, REALLY wanted to cry when akane wrote a letter to him, kou calling akane an idiot/fool just like she did during season one, maybe i feel like, just how much it effected akane when kou wrote her a letter it kinda had the same effect on him. akane ending up in jail really gave kougami a new push, a push he hasn't had in a while

PT.3 [Gino, Kou, Akane]

going off of that kougami’s care for akane has grown as we know it’s party the reason why he came back to Japan was a way to see her and see how much shes has changed things for the better good. but Ginoza and Kougami talking about her really was truly sweet. Ginoza adores Akane a lot, and dare i say is kinda like an unsaid older brother. i thought it was really sweet to hear that Gionza wants to protect akane and make sure nothing happens to her. but with that being said... i really cant begin to think what ginoza felt after what akane did. 

poor ginoza really, i have gown really fond of him in the years leading up to now, after really seeing and understanding how much he cares for akane and how much he wants the best out of her, and how much he wants to see her grow. the part where gionza pushes kou against the wall in anger (for akane) really was fun to see. kougami not keeping his word (we knew he wouldn't) of saying out of their hair. ginoza, what a silly man. to think kou wouldnt find his way back home.. 

PT.4 [ ill shut up now <3 ]

to end- the way the movie ended and the way season three ended makes me want to cry,, even right now, as i said before, akane gave kougami a drive that it doesn't seem like he has has for a while now. although he has always felt the need to also take care of akane this time was different, he feels like she got there because of him, so its now party his job to get her out, 

but it makes me think of the end of season three and when kougami went to go and pick her up, that, besides saying that he was there to get her he also said sorry the sorry that akane had been waiting to hear for a while... but anyways... i think this movie really helped us better understand what more akane and kougmi relationship has faced, and also i like to think this all happen and now they are on the same level and have a better understanding of each other. kougami and akane are and have for once meet as equals. 

i think, what Akane did was really really smart, a smart way to show the world what is going on behind closed doors and how the system that japan is ran on is- like what any government system is,,, flawed. but also how the Sibyl System can be a good stepping stool to an EVEN better system but there just has to be some changes . BUT i also like to believe that while the sibyl system is evil and crazy i think it has its benefits, but just needs to be used wisely and more as a (again) steeping stool rather then a latter, point being... i think in this movie thats what i feel like what was being made super clear, that there needs to be room for growth for both the sibyl system and using it as a helping hand rather than relying it to fully judge someone.

i bet none of this made any sense, im writing this at 1:15AM after a con weekend with no glasses on :D , but this was my thoughts and my opinions about the movie unbiased... i have not read what anyone else had said, i didn't want what i was thinking to be affected by anyone else. but i cant wait to read some ! i like many of you, have been waiting for this for a really long time now and tbh am super sad that the  movie experience was not 100% it wasn't only the person saying shit though-out the whole movie but it was also bad on the theater i went to part as well,,, and like i said, i want to cry, i really do, my first time seeing the move was shat on and just have a hard time remembering what happened due to my bean for a brain lol... anywho

if you have any questions regarding the movie PLEASE DROP A QUESTION IN MY ASK BOX !!!! i want to better format my thoughts and i do best with questions hehehe

as promised… me cosplaying akane (wtf face reveal !??) to the movies + kou in the popcorn 🍿

☆ love u all <3 thanks for making this place, a place where i can talk about anything regarding psycho pass, you don’t understand :,)

#psycho pass kougami #psycho-pass #shinya kougami #paycho pass ginoza #akane psycho pass #psycho pass #anime #shinkane #ginoza nobuchika #psycho pass providence #psycho pass movie

[thecameronchronicles]

The First of November

TW: Smut. Language. Dom!Drew!

SUMMARY: Your decision to put a specific photo on Instagram since Drew’s been gone, has consequences…

Word Count: 1000

Requested:

ANONYMOUS REQUESTED:

Ahhhhh since ur requests of drew have been closed hehe possibly he’s been away in October and she went out for Halloween but he got back on the 1st of November and she posts her outfit on her insta and he gets jealous then when he gets home he lets her know that they can look but not touch 🙀 

The First of November 

Although you hated the fact you had to spend Halloween away from him because you knew he would have made it even better, you were already far too excited to allow your costume to go to waste. You had captured the detail of the skintight black silk against your skin in such a way that your boyfriend knew well. The compliment of fishnets as those signature pointed ears topping off your costume were broadcast on an Instagram post that had his eyes glued to his phone from the night before. 

"I thought you were going as a bunny-" He spoke at your back as his red eye flight had him arrive back home as you slept, the images haunting his mind with bridled lust to keep from acting on your time apart. 

"I did. A playboy bunny." You smirked as he stood in awe at your reflection for a moment as you wore only his tee, as you often did when he was away, and a toothbrush halfway out of your mouth. 

"And you danced?" 

"Yes, Drew...it was a party, so I danced..." You teased before watching him move slowly towards you. 

"And since I wasn't there you had every reason to wear panties..." You nodded. 

"So why weren't you?" Your eyes widened as he pulled the picture back to view. 

"Don't even try to lie to me. I've ripped ever pair off of you so don't even try to convince me that I don't know." You swallowed hard as he bow towered over you. 

"You want someone else to touch you? Hmm? Touch what's mine?" 

"No, I..." His hand was at the back of your neck. 

"Think you're so cute with that smart little mouth and that short little costume...Posting pictures for everyone to see what belongs to me..." He cocked his jaw. 

"Drew-" 

"Let me guess.. you're sorry, right?" You nodded. 

"Then you know how to make it up to me." You nodded as he would release you, "You have one minute and you better be back out here in that costume.. cause I'm gonna make you come in it, baby..." You bit your lip in excitement as you did exactly as you were told. Once you came back, you found him looking at the photos once more. 

"Do you have any idea what these did to me before take off? Thirteen hours of those images and what I would have done if we were alone?!" You nodded. 

"So you WANTED me to get a boner two miles high? Hmm?" 

"No...I wanted you to realize what you were missing..." 

"Oh really?" He pulled you between his legs, his fingers immediately between the tight velvet. 

"Like I could forget..." He scoffed. 

"Dance for me. Just like you would have for them." 

"Who?" 

"All the guys who you gave masturbation fuel to last night wearing this. Every one of them picturing you in the ways only I get to have you. So shake that ass for me baby, it was a long flight and I fucking earned it for not waking you up and making you pay for it then." 

You obeyed, no need for music or another command before you seduced him with your bedroom eyes and swaying hips. 

"This is how it should be...everyone seeing how beautiful you are...how sexy...but only I get to touch you." You nodded as you moved back between his legs. 

"So why the fuck were someone else’s hands on you?" He asked with the picture of Madelyn's account having posted a photo of friends you made that night. An innocent pose that he took to mean disloyalty. 

"Drew-" 

"Nuh uh. You don't get to say my name like that unless I'm about to come behind those lips. So tell me...why? My hands not enough? My touch?" Before you could ask, he tore the seam between your legs until his fingers were pistoned violently into you. 

"Drew! Oh fuck!" 

"You wanted to say their names, didn't you baby?" 

"No!" 

"Nobody else made you wet last night? Not when they had their hands all over you?" 

"I shouldn't let you come. If I didn't miss you so much, you wouldn't be. But you're gonna come right now or you don't get to." You nodded and groaned as he curved his fingers to THAT spot. 

"Drew!" 

"Come on baby...I'm getting impatient...". You whined. 

"Fuuuck! Drew I'm coming!" You were spent over his fingers as he was quick to use that around his shaft before sunking you onto him. 

"Nobody else gets to touch you. No dancing. NO touching!" You nodded. 

"Good girl. So take this cock and show me just how sorry you are..." 

"I'm SO sorry-" You were silenced by his fingers in your mouth. 

"Taste it. Taste how fucking sweet you are. Why I forgive you so easily...and clench around me...make me come like you always do...come on baby...make me come for you..." 

"Drew, please come...I’m so sorry-" 

"No you're not." 

"Yes, I am! I'm so sorry!" 

"You just wanna come again..." 

"Yes! But I am sorry-" 

"Yeah? Then make me come before you-" You pressed your hands and his chest until he lay flat your body allowed this dominance as you watched him marvel at you. Hands wrapped around each breast, you rode him to his high as he forced you onto your back, hiking your legs over his shoulders. 

"Didn't get a chance to tell you that I  missed you, bunny." He winked in reference to your costume as your eyes rolled in approval to his tongue making contact to your sex. 

So much for a punishment…

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @maybankslover @slut4starkey @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @obxxrxfes @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @rafesbae

#drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drew starkey

[chrissiesims]

Recreated Baylock from red dead redemption 2 in the Sims 4 Check out the video on my youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCz_u8j2uFlZchZhk09ZAg1A CC links for Baylock: Main: Https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4/title/chief-alpha-style-horse-mane/id/1665470/ Tail: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4/title/lucky-alpha-style-long-horse-tail/id/1665545/ Forelock: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4/title/cinnamon-alpha-styled-forelock-for-horses/id/1670858/ Halter with fluff: https://emelie-png.tumblr.com/post/724671446056665088/halter-accessories Pixel Pony horse shine (stencil) https://kebbe-sims.tumblr.com/post/724473686800941056/dl-simfileshare Horse rug : https://www.tumblr.com/objuct/tagged/the%20sims%204 Bridle: https://minervamagicka.tumblr.com/post/725603393500020736/mmxsc-loose-ring-snaffle-bridle Saddle: https://www.patreon.com/posts/sims-4-saddle-86934214?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link Tackset: https://www.tumblr.com/buckarooranch/727732915208912896/greetings-everyone-thank-you-for-being-patient Leg wraps: https://www.tumblr.com/walnuthillfarm/726928710484246528/racing-tack-set-photo-taken-before-i-made Realistic horse overrides: https://www.patreon.com/posts/86448581 https://www.patreon.com/posts/smaller-eyes-eye-86952249 https://minervamagicka.tumblr.com/post/723577729759494144/ts4-default-replacement-horse-skin https://www.tumblr.com/smughippie/723924385045659648?source=share

Thanks to all CC and mod creators who make the horse ranch worthwhile. Lots of love to everyone who supports my channel and small content creators XOXO

#sims 4 #sims4horse #sims 4 equestrian #ts4 custom content #the sims 4 #sims 4 horse cc #sims 4 horse pack #sims 4 horses

[track2hack]

i am asking this in good faith pls 😭 in that photo with your horses new bridle, is the bridle holding their mouth shut? like the strap in front of the bit whats that doing?

You are so more than alright to ask!! I wish I had some more photos of how I have it set up 😭

The original purpose of a “flash strap” which is the strap in front of the bit was originally to stabilise the bit in the horse’s mouth and distribute pressure to the nose instead of just the bars of the mouth! Yonks ago before people used them to clamp the horse’s mouth shut, they used to be used like this:

(Doing this does create a pressure point on the nose if not done correctly and there are much better nosebands out there now to do this! Have a look at the Epona Verity bridle for a nicer version that distributes pressure more evenly across the bridge of the nose!)

Forrest has a fussy mouth and doesn’t appreciate jiggly bits so I use it to stabilise his bit and also to remind him to keep his mouth quiet- keyword is remind and not pressure/strap it shut, I never have it any tighter than 2-3 fingers under the chin!

The bridle itself is also supposed to be more anatomically correct (no throatlatch to make it more comfortable for the horse, padded noseband and crown piece) and adjustable to find the right fit for your horse! 🤷‍♀️

[objuct]

Patreon

I now have a patreon. Previously, I wasn't invested enough in the sims to feel bothered to dedicate too much time to it, modding or playing or otherwise. My main source of income online is via my 3d work on various platforms, and the sims just didn't have the ability to keep my interest or attention span due to..... the lack of horses. Yes, that was the only thing.

Now that the horses are here, I will now show you my true power levels as a male horsegirl. I already make horse related content for *other games*, some of which I get paid for, so, this isn't exactly new territory for me. You can find an example of my non-sims horse 3d work under the cut if you're curious.

Anyway, ALL OF MY CC WILL BE FREE!! YOU WILL NEVER NEED TO PAY FOR MY CC. That being said, after I finish the cc-a-day countdown, and the horse pack is out, I'm going to continue to make content but some of it will be early access for patreon before release. I will announce the release here, so if you can't afford or you're uninterested in patreon you'll still know when you can access it.

Patrons will be able to download cc early, vote on upcoming CC, and engage in a monthly suggestions / request thread where I will pull from for ideas of what to make.

A list of the sorts of things I will 100% be making in the future:

New mesh wearable accessories for horses (saddles, bridles, halters, blankets, & more)

Equestrian, ranch and farm themed furniture and decor

Fantasy horse cc like unicorn, pegasus and kirin bodyparts & tattoos

Historical Horse CC

Slider & Preset mods for horses based off the standards of horse breeds

Skins & Tattoos for Horses

Photo poses for horses and horse & sim interactions

Downloadable Horse Adoptions

Equestrian themed outfits

Fish & Aquarium themed content

The occasional recolor and remesh

Misc oddball things like more object heads

Examples of my previous non-sims horse related work under the cut.

#horse simblr

[nyxgoddessofstars]

Sleeping and talks

Pairing: Captain Rex X Ahsoka Tano

Era: Rebels/Rebellion

Prompts: ❝What? Something wrong with the baby?❞ and “What do you think about (insert baby name), for a girl— or (insert baby name) for a boy?”.

Summary: Rex is worried he won't be there when his daughter needs him so he started to make recordings of his voice answering questions and photos and a necklace but ahsoka finds him doing one and ahsoka give him the cure for his fast aging.

Word count: 1,220

Rex set up the recorder and hit the record button and sighed looking at the ceiling of his and ahsoka quarters and spoke messing with the banged over his eyes.

"hey starlight I know it's been a while since I done one of these I've been in and out of the med bay"

He image his daughter stomach sinking and he spoke.

"Im fine it wasn't something to do with my health it was someone else It was just my eyes and leg I gonna be blind in both I don't know if you remember me being blind or not but your mama has been worried about me and I didn't have any time to do this so if you still looking at the images that are in the box you have"

He imagine his daughter looking at the fuzzy image of him and ahsoka during the clone wars and spoke.

"I know it surprising to see your mama and me so young I think I need to explain that image to you"

He imagine his daughter saying yes and he took a breath.

Half way through rex's talking a voice spoke in the door way and rex spoke back looking through the force that it was ahsoka.

"Rex"

"Kriff ahsoka. What's wrong, something with the baby"

Ahsoka walked across the room or the best she could and spoke cupping both sides of rex's face.

"No she fine it's you what wrong you know I was your friend before we started to date your force signature has been off since I told you I was pregnant"

Rex sighed touching his wife stomach softly and spoke turing off the recording.

"I'm sorry mesh'la I've been making recordings for her because I don't know how long I'll be here after she born and I didn't want to bother you with my guilt of leaving you behind with a baby"

Ahsoka sighed and she spoke pulling something out of her pocket.

"rex I got you something but I'm to scared to give it to you I don't know if it gonna work or something else but it will if it does make you look younger and it will work slowly and it won't fix your eyes or leg but if not I"

Ahsoka had started to cry softly so rex took out what felt like a syringe and set it on the table and spoke pulling ahsoka into his lap.

"shh I trust you soka and the force is with the both us"

Ahsoka nodded her and spoke touching rex's banged.

"okay I just need a minute to be held by you"

Rex didn't mind and just kissed the tip of her mortals.

Ahsoka placed rex head what little lap she had left and rex took the hand that didn't have the syringe in it and squeezed it ahsoka spoke before kissing his forehead head and rex spoke back.

"I hope this works. I love you rex"

"I love you too ahsoka and it will"

Ahsoka let out a shack sigh and put the needle slowly into rex neck and rex squeeze her hand and push the liquid into his neck and after she pulled the needle out rex body started to shack and ahsoka screamed his name.

"REX"

Rex felt his shirt becoming wet with tears and rex realized it was ahsoka and he spoke rubbing his hand over her back lekku.

"shh I'm okay now soka come here"

Rex sat up as ahsoka hid her face in his neck and spoke her voice sore from crying and rex just kissed her mortals and spoke.

"it worked it worked rex I though I lost you but it worked"

"I know soka please calm down the stress is not good for you or the baby"

Ahsoka did and pulled her face out of rex neck she kissed him for a while before she pulled back and spoke resting her head on his shoulder.

"I'm glad it did and I just want fall asleep right here with you rex"

Rex smiled and picked up ahsoka bridle style and brought her to their room and spoke.

"me too soka but the floor isn't that comfortable so the bed better and I need shower so I can put you in the bed and i can shower and hold you after"

Ahsoka just kissed him again.

Rex stepped into his and ahsoka room and found ahsoka asleep with a shirt that started to look like a crop top and her belly was out so he slipped on a pair of boxers and he walked over and kissed her stomach and he felt a hand press his fore head to her stomach and spoke.

"she getting big"

Rex smiled and kissed her stomach again and pulled back the blanket and recovered him and ahsoka and kissed her fore head before speaking.

"yeah she is what size dose the track say she is soka"

Ahsoka reached for a holo disk as rex peppered ahsoka stomach with kisses and she spoke using her right hand to cup her stomach and sighed.

"it says she the size of a jelly fruit but she doesn't feel like one"

Rex smiled and kissed ahsoka lips and spoke pressing a kiss to her noses.

"Yeah but your beautiful and Im just happy she gonna be healthy"

Ahsoka smiled and spoke touching her stomach softly as rex covered her hand.

“Hey rex what do you think about Keira, for a girl or Jango for a boy?”.

Rex hummed and kissed ahsoka stomach and then her lips and spoke grabbing a another holo disk of the night stand.

"their wonderful names soka why did you pick a boy name"

Ahsoka spoke as rex looked for a song on the holo disk.

"just in case we have another baby hiding in here"

Rex spoke and kissed her lips and stomach one more time before setting the holo disk on the night stand.

"hmm then we will love the both of them equal"

Ahsoka smiled resting her head on his chest as the song started to play.

"Heart beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow"

"One step closer"

"I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more"

"Time stands still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath, every hour has come to this"

"One step closer"

"I have died every day waiting for you

"Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more"

"And all along I believed I would find you"

Time has brought your heart to meI have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more"

"One step closer

One step closer"

"I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more"

"And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more"

Ahsoka and rex put their hands together and fell asleep with their hands over ahsoka growing stomach.

Thank God I'm finally done with this and here a gif and check out the song at the beginning and this is a one shot.

#Spotify #rexsoka #star wars oc #captain rex #ahsoka tano #star wars rebels #star wars

[sjsmith56]

To the Castle - Chapter 2, Lord Buchanan

Summary: Lord Buchanan and Ileana leave the mountain hut, arriving at Archer Barton’s farm. The archer’s wife provides some suitable clothing for Ileana. An impulsive kiss leads her to make a decision.

Length: 5.3K

Characters: Lord Buchanan, Ileana, Archer Barton and his wife, Laura, King Steven, Queen Peg, the Sorceress.

Warnings: Minors DNI. For mature readers (18+) only due to sexual content, sexual talk, sexual assault, violence causing death.

Author’s notes: Photo edit of Lord Buchanan (Bucky Barnes) in banner by Instagram artist nixakimbo. A reminder that this is a medieval world where justice is dealt with summarily so the violence will always be simmering until justice is dispensed. I have read a lot of different genres, right from the moment I could read. Somehow, every lusty, romantic, gothic, medieval, tortured soul, or handsome male lover in everything I have ever read has been written into the character of Lord Buchanan. It was fun to make him this swoon-worthy so enjoy the ride. 😉 Incantation uttered by the Sorceress: No baby, Ileana. Forget what we told you. Love him. (Latin - Google Translate).

<<Chapter 1

🍎🗡️ 🏰

The sound of Magnus, snorting outside the hut's door roused Lord Buchanan from his sleep.  For a brief moment he wondered who the woman was curled up under his arm then he remembered, Ileana was her name.  Her hand was inside his shirt, laid softly over his heart and her head was resting on his shoulder.  Gently he touched her cheek and she murmured, pulling herself closer.  Her one leg was intertwined with his and he took in a deep breath at how satisfying it felt to have a woman in his arms again, especially one that looked like Elena.  Magnus snorted again and this time Buchanan knew he had to get out there and see to his old friend.  Gently he extracted himself from the woman, used the privy and put his jacket on.  Grabbing the bridle and a large handful of horse feed from the saddle bag he went to see the great horse.  They greeted each other by the pressing of their heads together.  He held his handful of grain under the horse's mouth then attached the bridle. 

"I can't saddle you yet as Lady Ileana is sleeping on your saddle blanket," he explained.  "She is so much like Elena, Magnus.  Remember when she would ride with us, then give you apples from the pockets of her riding gear?  Stay and guard her while I look for some apples for us to eat."

He patted the great horse then went exploring.  After about ten minutes he found what he was looking for.  Taking off his jacket he loaded it with apples and returned to the hut, stopping to give Magnus several of the treats.  The great black horse gratefully took them from his master and crunched through them with what looked like joy.  Buchanan opened the door to the cabin and found Ileana topless, cleaning herself at the pump.

"My apologies, Lady Ileana," he said quickly and closed the door.

He was sorry he had walked in on her while she performed her ministrations but he wasn't sorry he had seen what he had seen.  She was beautiful, her breasts were of perfect size and shape.  Her skin was creamy coloured and he was sure it was as soft as silk.  He could feel himself becoming aroused and he placed the jacket with the apples on the bench beside the door and looked for a place far enough away and private enough to pleasure himself so that he could function again.  He found it on a rocky outlook just a few hundred yards away.  He could see the door and would know if she came outside looking for him.  Unbuttoning his trousers he placed his hand on his enlarged cock and stroked it, remembering the beautiful breasts he had just seen.  He became rock hard and started moving his hand harder over it as he thought of his mouth on those breasts and his hands on her skin.   He came quickly and emptied his seed onto the rock below him.  He would tell the priest of the waste of his seed at his next confession but he wasn't sorry he did it.  Breathing heavily he shook off what he could, then pissed to get the remainder out of his system.  He used some leaves to wipe up any spills on his boots, then he did up his buttons again and calmed himself before walking back down to the door.  Taking his place on the bench he took one of the riper apples and bit into it, expecting it to be tart and sour.  Surprisingly it was sweet and juicy and the drips came down his chin onto his chest.  Inside the jacket was the lace strip of her skirt she had given him the night before and he used it to wipe the drips of apple juice from his face and chest.  Pressing the cloth to his face he was surprised to smell the scent of her perfume on it.  He wouldn't use it in the privy.  Instead he would keep it safe as a talisman. 

The door opened and she stood in the doorway, her face coloured.  He started to apologize again but she just put her hand up and shook her head.

"We were both in the wrong," she said.  "Let's just leave it at that and pretend it didn't happen."

He bowed to her and offered her one of the riper apples.  She bit into it and like him was surprised at the sweetness and juiciness of it.  The juice dripped onto her chin and onto the strip of skin visible through his night shirt.  Pulling out the lace strip he dabbed at her chin but handed her the cloth to get at the drips on her chest.  She gave the cloth back to him after and finished her apple without further problem.  Bringing his saddle bags out he filled them with the remaining apples.  Then he entered the hut bringing out the saddle blanket and saddle.  He saddled Magnus, attaching the saddle bags then went inside the hut to pull the fire apart.  He brought the remaining larger logs out by holding them gingerly by the unburnt ends and placed them in the dirt, kicking more dirt on them.  Once he was satisfied the fire was out he closed the door, then helped Ileana onto Magnus and mounted the horse behind her.

"It's a couple of hours ride to the Archer's farm," he said.  "His wife may have something you can wear.  She makes fine linens and clothing for the castle.  Their oldest son can go to the castle and request a carriage for you.  My only concern is if the Baron is resident at the castle."

"Who is the Baron?" asked Ileana.

"A man I do not trust," replied Buchanan.  "He has been useful to the King but he has a hidden agenda, I am sure of it.  I wouldn't be surprised if he is plotting with someone.  He would also be very interested in you and would not honour any promise regarding your chastity."

They rode for some time and the rocky path descended to farm land.  Eventually they came to a small but well tended farm.  A man in the field shaded his eyes to look closer at them then waved in recognition.  Buchanan waved back. 

"The Archer Barton served with me and the King during the Mad Titan's final battle," he explained.  "He was as loyal a man as I was.  He is a farmer now but he pays no rent to me or to the King, just his yearly tax.  He is a free man and his destiny is in his own hands.  With a wife, daughter and two sons supported by the sweat of his own labours he has done well.  They will feed us well and I will sit at his table anytime."

They arrived in the yard surrounding his hut which was quite large and Buchanan slid off Magnus' back.  The two men smiled at their greeting, grasping each other by the arms and clapping each other on the back. 

"M'lord, we expected you late last evening," he said, noticing Ileana sitting on the horse.  "What delayed you?"

"The Lady Ileana was attacked in Greenwood Forest," said Buchanan.  "Two ruffians tried to have their way with her.  I heard her cries.  They were banished by me but on second thought I really should have run them through.  We stayed in the mountain hut last night."

"You must be chilled and hungry," said the Archer.  "My good wife can attend to the Lady and provide you both with food.  Is that your nightshirt she is wearing?"

"Yes, the villains tore her blouse and undergarments and rendered them unwearable," he replied.  "Perhaps, if your wife has something she was making for the castle I can purchase it instead?  I missed my nightshirt last night.

"I'm sure she has something," said the Archer.

"Tell me, is the Baron at the castle?" asked Buchanan.

"The Knight Commander came through yesterday on the way to his aerie," the Archer replied.  "The Baron is at the castle doing his usual business."

"Lady Ileana," said Buchanan.  "You heard him.  I would rather you accompany me than send you to that villain.  What say you."

"I will continue with you M'Lord," she said.  "You have treated me with honour so far and I trust that more than anything."

Archer's face brightened.  "M'Lady, you're from one of the modern worlds," he stated.  "Your manner is different than a woman of our world.  I must say you seem to have adjusted well to your predicament."

"What else can I do?" she asked as Buchanan helped her dismount.  "Until I wake up in my world I am stuck here."

"Lord Buchanan will protect you," he said.  "There is no one more honourable, except perhaps the King."

The Archer led them into his hut and called to his wife, a pleasant woman with bright eyes and a quick, if shy smile.

"Laura, the Lady Ileana requires clothing to continue her journey with Lord Buchanan," he explained.  "Do you have anything available?"

"I just sent them to the castle this morning," she said.  "But I may have something in our daughter's garments for her wedding.  They look to be of similar size."

"I couldn't take your daughter's wedding clothes," Ileana protested.  "That wouldn't be right."

"There is still plenty of time to remake them," Laura insisted.  "Perhaps if Lord Buchanan can give me a silver piece I can buy the cloth this week."

"Laura Barton, I will give you a gold piece," he said smiling.  "Your needlework is well known.  See how well the night shirt has held up and I have worn it every night for months."

Ileana looked at the night shirt.  It was a well made piece of clothing and was more comfortable than she had expected it to be.  Laura looked at Buchanan, nodded and drew Ileana into her daughter's room.  After the nightshirt was off Laura pulled out an embroidered tape and laid it across Ileana's shoulders.  Then she measured the arms and committed the measurement to memory.  She wrapped the tape around Ileana's waist and under her bust.  Smiling at her she pulled open a box from under the bed and opened it.  Inside were beautifully embroidered tunics and corsets.

"You are a little bigger than my daughter but I made some things to be larger for her first confinement," she said.  "This corset should fit you.  Since you are travelling I would suggest you stick to a woollen tunic over a cotton chemise, which is more suitable as a nightshirt for a woman.  Your skirt has fine lace but I'm not sure it will hold up to the journey.  Would you consider trading it for a sturdier one better suited for riding a horse?"

Laura Barton pulled out the clothing she had recommended and Ileana found herself liking them.  She pulled her skirt off and Laura noticed her thong panties.  She started laughing.

"What are those?" she asked.

"They're called thongs," Ileana replied.  "A ladies undergarment designed to entice a man to the shape of her bottom."

"Oh my," she said.  "Those are something.  We usually don't wear anything, seeing as how it gets in the way of using the privy, or where no privy is available.  The modern world must be a wondrous thing if a woman can wear those in public."

Ileana tried the garments on and both women were satisfied with the fit and the look.  Before they returned Laura hesitantly touched Ileana's hand.

"Pardon my impudence but has Lord Buchanan bedded you?" she asked bluntly.  "You are the image of his late wife and I suspect he already has feelings for you.  I have one of these you can have to place over his cock if he wishes to bed you.  It will prevent a baby.  You must rinse it well after and let it dry."

"We shared a bed last night but he didn't touch me," said Ileana, touched that the woman felt she needed to know about birth control.  "He has pledged to honour my chastity but I am developing feelings for him.  I don't know if I still want him to honour the pledge."

"Take it then," she said.  "He is a good man and I'm sure if he does ask you he will please you.  Better to be safe than sorry."

She took the package and placed it inside her skirt pocket.  When Ileana stepped out in her new garments Buchanan turned her around and nodded his approval.  He pulled a small bag out of his jacket pocket and counted out two gold pieces into Laura Barton's hand.

"M'lord, we agreed to one," she said.  "Plus Lady Ileana traded her lace skirt to me for the riding skirt.  I will make good money turning that skirt into something else."

"The second gold piece is for being the best at what you do," he said. "Make yourself something beautiful to wear my good lady.  To your husband you are a fine lady and I agree.  Now, if I could impose upon you for a meal and a feed for Magnus we will trespass on your hospitality a little while longer."

They sat at the table while the Archer fed Magnus.  Laura rustled about the kitchen and fixed up great slices of bread, cheese and bacon.  Ileana could see they did have a well stocked kitchen and understood why Buchanan had given the extra gold piece.  They were both hard working people but they knew their worth and lived well.  The Bartons sat and ate with them and filled Buchanan in on the local gossip.  After an hour Buchanan stood up and said they must leave.  He helped Ileana up onto Magnus and mounted behind her.  They pulled away with a wave to the couple and rode along the edge of the farm and onto a path leading into a forest.

"We are going to see the Knight Commander, Sir Samuel," said Buchanan.  "Another good friend from the wars.  He is also a falconer, has an otherworldly bond with his falcons and hawks."

They rode for several hours before stopping for a meal of more bread and cheese given them by the Bartons followed by another of those juicy apples.  Buchanan watched her as she ate.

"You are more comfortable in these clothes," he stated.  "Your manner is more relaxed and you ride better.  I am also glad to have my nightshirt back.  I missed it last night."

"It was very warm," replied Ileana.  "Warmer than I thought a silk garment would be."

"I bought the fabric myself on a trip to the Holy Land after the war but before I married," he said.  "For a time I expected to join a monastery and went there to offer myself as a warrior monk."

"What happened?" she asked.

"It's too damn hot there," he laughed.  "I never felt cool, even when I swam in the Dead Sea.  I wondered why I should be celibate and live in an earthly hell when I could live a life of drinking, whoring and killing and not be in hell until my death.  Not that I'm much of a drinker, or a killer and I'm still celibate."

They both laughed and Ileana found herself enjoying his company.  As they rode again he told her about the land and it's history.  It was going well until they heard a woman's scream.  Spurring Magnus on they came upon two men attempting to rape a young woman, not much older than a child.  Jumping off the horse Buchanan pulled his sword out and pulled the men off of her.  To his disgust and Ileana's dismay they were the same two who had accosted her.  Without comment he ran them both through with his sword several times until they were dead. 

"Did they hurt you?" he asked gently of the girl.

She nodded, tears beginning to drop from her eyes. 

"I'm sorry I was too late to prevent that," he said to her, opening his change purse and giving her a gold coin.  "This is small recompense for the crime you have suffered.  Whatever they have on their person is yours.  Take this knife and have your revenge on their bodies.  I would start with cutting their meagre cocks off and stuffing them in their mouths as a warning to rapists."

He pulled the knife out of his boot and presented it to her.  Her tears stopped and she stood up with a look of determination on her face.  They left her there as she began to stab the dead bodies.  Ileana was troubled by it and it must have shown on her face.

"I warned them if I saw their faces in my lands again I would execute them summarily," he said.  "I kept my word.  They deserved a far worse way to die but that girl will feel that justice was done."

"She needs counselling," said Ileana, "and to see a doctor in case they infected her with a disease."

"It's not your world," he said flatly.  "It's mine and it's centuries behind yours in how raped women are treated.  I know that.  We don't have the medicines to treat the disease that is already coursing through her system.  She will likely be dead in a few years from it.  I've given her the only justice she can possibly get – the death of the men who violated her and the opportunity for revenge against their bodies.  Don't lecture me on the short comings of my time and my world.  I already know it.  I knew it the day my wife died in childbirth that if she lived in your world she would have lived and my son, too."

He was angry and breathing heavily and swore under his breath as he jumped off of Magnus.  He kept leading the horse but he obviously didn't want to talk any more about it.  Ileana felt bad about how she had handled it.  Of course their worlds were different and he handled it in a way that the girl would appreciate and understand.  She sighed as she rode on the horse alone. 

"Stop," she said.  "I want to get off."

"No," he replied.  "I don't want you off."

She put one leg over and tried to slide off but it was a lot higher from the ground than she expected and she hung there hanging on to the saddle.  Magnus snorted and Buchanan turned around.  He walked back and stared at her in frustration.

"What part of no don't you understand," he yelled as he helped her off.  "You are so stubborn and superior in your attitude.  Could you not just honour my need for solitude?  My world isn't perfect but ...."

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.  He lifted her completely up and kissed her back, his arms holding her close to his body.  Slowly he lowered her to the ground, looking at her as he did so.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, confused.  "I was so angry at you and you kissed me."

"I wanted to," she said.  "You were right.  I had no right to criticize how you handled those men.  You are the law here, judge, jury and executioner.  You gave them a second chance to do better and they wasted it.  It's what you wanted to do when they tried it on me but you spared my feelings then.  I'm sorry I interfered."

"But the kiss...."

"Was wonderful," she replied.  "I've thought about doing it since you kissed me."

She looked down, embarrassed now.  He looked down at her and placed his hand under her chin raising her face to his as he lowered it to kiss her gently on the lips.  Drawing her in closer to him he kissed her sweetly, gently touching his tongue to hers. 

"Ileana," he whispered.  "I pledged to honour your chastity..."

"I'm releasing you from that pledge," she whispered back.  "I want to be with you."

He held her close stroking her chestnut hair.  "I would not say no to you but if we are to be together then I want to do it right.  Not in a rough hut but a real bed, with clean sheets.  It means we have to go to the castle.  It's important that you stay with me while we are there.  The King is honourable but if the Baron is his guest he will try to bed you first.  It is his nature and he does not respect boundaries.  His presence is tolerated because he knows secrets.  Promise me you will not leave my side."

"I promise," she stated, relieved that they had come to a decision.

They walked back to Magnus and helped her up then mounted behind her.  He turned around and they backtracked to a path that led away from where they were originally heading.  It wasn't long before she could see the castle between the trees.  It was magnificent, the sandstone blocks glowed in the sun and there were several tall towers that reached to the sky.  They approached the moat and were challenged by a sentry of short stature. 

"Halt!" said the sentry.  "Identify yourself."

"Lord Buchanan and the Lady Ileana," said Buchanan.

The sentry looked up and smiled.  "M'lord, it has been a long time since you were at the castle," he replied.  "Enter."

"Thank you Peter," said Buchanan, as they rode past him.  "Peter is the son of the widow of one of my tenant farmers.  He wanted a life as a soldier and I recommended him to the Knight Commander as one with potential."

He rode into the busy courtyard.  A squire came forward to take Magnus and approached too quickly.  The great horse reared up and Ileana held tight to his mane until Buchanan was able to get him to return to a standing position.  Jumping off he then helped Ileana come down.  He handed the reins to the squire then took his saddlebags and handed them off to a servant after removing a couple of apples.

"Give him these and he will be your friend," he advised the first man as he handed him the fruit. 

Offering Ileana his arm he escorted her into the castle.  "Go with what I tell them," he advised.  "What do you modern women call it?  Back me up."

She nodded taking in everything.  It was bustling with activity with guards and servants everywhere.  Several people greeted Buchanan by name so he was obviously well known.  They came to the throne room and he presented himself to a servant who announced them to the room.

"My Lord Buchanan and his companion, Lady Ileana," he announced and bowed. 

The couple walked in and at the far end of the room on a throne she could see a blond haired, bearded man wearing a crown.  As they walked closer the man rose from his throne and approached them.  His face broke into a smile when he came close to Buchanan.

"Buck," he said enthusiastically.  "We haven't seen you here in so long.  To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"A place for my lady Ileana and I to sleep, your Majesty," he said bowing, as Ileana curtsied.

"Ileana?" said the King.  "She looks like your Elena.  My dear lady, are you from a future world?

"I am, your Majesty," she said. 

"That's outstanding, Buck," he said, genuinely happy.  "Are you and Lady Ileana betrothed?"

Ileana gripped Buchanan's arm tightly, feeling slightly betrayed by his request to back him up.

"We are still negotiating the dowry," he replied.  "Once that is done we will read the banns."

"I am so happy for you," he said, hugging his friend, then turning to Ileana.  "You will be very happy with Buck.  He is a most attentive husband."

"Thank you your Majesty," said Ileana. 

"We had a small accident," said Buchanan, "and we lost Ileana's clothing.  All she has are her travelling clothes.  I assume I still have my formal clothes in my quarters?"

"Yes, of course," replied the King.  "I'm sure Peg has something that we can give to the Lady Ileana.  Peg, come meet Buck's betrothed, sorry, almost betrothed."

A beautiful dark haired woman descended the steps from the throne and approached them. 

"Buck," she said affectionately.  "You have made the King so happy with your visit today.  You will stay for the feast, you and your lady?"

"Yes, your Majesty," he replied. 

"Buck was just saying they ran into some trouble and lost the Lady Ileana's clothing," he said.  "Surely there is something in that closet of yours she can wear?  Or better yet the Sorceress can conjure some new clothing."

"Why don't I escort her to the Sorceress and see what she can make," said the Queen. 

She offered her arm to Ileana and led her away, to Buchanan's distress.  When they were out of earshot the Queen leaned into her.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," she said.  "I know you're not betrothed.  Your body language betrays you.  I'm from a modern world and I was a spy.  But Buck is obviously in love with you and you do have feelings for him.  I'm guessing he wants to sleep with you?"

Ileana nodded and told her how they met.  They walked to the receiving room of the Sorceress.  The Queen knocked on the door and a sing song voice bid them enter.  A beautiful red headed woman in a long red dress rose from a chair.

"Peg, you've brought me another modern woman," she said.  "Buck is in love with you, Lady Ileana, but you aren't the one who will stay.  You will break his heart."

"I don't know what you mean," Ileana stammered.  "I think I'm in love with him."

"They all are," said the Sorceress, "but then they are called back to their worlds and they leave him.  I have to go and remove the memories from everyone's mind.  You aren't the first but you are the next to last.  The next one will be the one who can stay."

"Then why am I here?" asked Ileana.  "Why put me through this?"

"Because the Buck that you will love is back in your world but you won't realize he's the one until you have been with this Buck.  It's a cruel trick by Fate, Karma, Chance, Luck, whatever you want to call it.  Right now, in your world you are unconscious on a sidewalk and Bucky is waiting for the ambulance to come, blaming himself for arriving too late to stop the black and green hooded man.  He's already in love with you having seen a picture of you, Haydn and Sam at a party.  It's why he asked Sam to set up the blind date."

"Can't you send me back now?" asked Ileana.

The Sorceress laughed.  "No, that is not up to me," she said.  "When you are ready you will go back with vague memories of a man with blue eyes who came to your rescue but you will think it is Bucky and it is because he is the same in almost all worlds.  A man who faced tragedy in his life but still retained his decency and honour.  In the meantime you will be with our Buck and you will sleep with him.  Don't worry about that condom.  It was a thoughtful gift but they most uncomfortable and ineffective.  I will put a spell on you so you don't conceive.  You will have your passionate love affair with Lord Buchanan and then you will go back to your true love, Bucky Barnes."

Ileana was dumbstruck.  She had just given herself permission to fall in love with the man but was being told it wouldn't count.  That her future lay with another version of Buchanan.  The prospect of being with this one for a short time was still possible and she decided she still wanted him.

"Good girl," said the Sorceress, reading her mind.  "Enjoy him.  He is a skillful lover.  His Elena was a modern woman and she taught him much about pleasing a woman.  It's why he had no mistresses.  She gave herself to him fully and completely."

"How did she die?" asked Ileana.

"She didn't," said the Sorceress.  "He woke up one morning and she was gone.  She had been returned to her world during the night, no chance to prepare or say goodbye.  He was frantic, certain she had been kidnapped, and wouldn't accept she had returned.  We created the memory of her death and the death of their child so he would have closure, a painful closure but it was our only option.  When she returned to her world her pregnancy no longer existed either.  I had to do some memory reconstruction on her as well.  Now, I cast the spell so there is no pregnancy."

"Why doesn't James like the Baron?" Ileana asked.  "He told me to stay away from him."

"There is a reason but it is Buck's to tell.  The Baron knows about Buck and how we protect him," said Peg.  "He keeps threatening to tell him how we have deceived him.  We have deceived him but it's because we care about him.  Don't worry about the Baron.  We know how to keep him silent.  Buck is perceptive and senses our disdain of the man."

The Sorceress created three gowns for Ileana, a blue one, a green one, and a red one.  They were sent up to Buchanan's rooms that were always kept for him as a treasured friend of the King.  The three women stood and faced each other.  The Sorceress held out her hands and they joined together in a triad.

"Go, have a wonderful affair with Buck," said the Sorceress.  "You will be here for at least a week of our time.  Don't be afraid to love him fully and completely.  He is worth it and so are you."

"We will take care of the Baron," said Peg.  "He's so obvious sometimes.  Stay with Buck because you want to not because you have to."

"Will I remember this talk with you or does my memory reconstruction start now?" asked Ileana.

"You modern girls are clever and so sceptical," laughed the Sorceress.  "Non infantem, Ileana.   Oblivisceris quod prædiximus vobis.  Ama eum."

"Thank you for the dresses, Sorceress," said Ileana.  "I can't wait to show Lord Buchanan."

"Certainly, Lady Ileana," bowed the Sorceress.  "Enjoy your stay in the castle.  I hope it is magical for you.  Your Majesty."

The Sorceress bowed to Queen Peg.  She returned the bow with a smile. 

"Sorceress," she said.

She escorted Ileana back to the throne room and they entered arm in arm as if they were great friends which, in many ways they were.  Peg, a modern woman herself had made the decision to stay because of her love for the King and his love for her.  The Sorceress had confirmed that she was the one for him and helped her transition to become a woman of that time.  As other modern women entered their time she was notified by the Sorceress and either sought the women out or waited for them to appear at the castle.  Only a few ended up staying.  Most returned back to their worlds with a story of a most remarkable dream they experienced as that is how the Sorceress reconstructed their memories.  Her favourites were the ones that Buck loved.  His love was true and pure and his devotion to those women was seen as being of the highest level.  Peg always felt honoured to be witnessing those love affairs.  When the "one" who could stay finally did they would be the best of friends in the same way their husbands were.

Chapter 3>>

Series Masterlist

Please like, comment and reblog if you liked this chapter.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #buckybarnes original female character #steve rogers #bucky barnes au #medieval bucky

[robertogreco]

This post of mine is from September 2022, now migrating here from my hard drive having removed it from a watch forum that I left last year.

Ways of Seeing with John Berger and Pete McConvill

I’ve had that photo above of the late John Berger on my computer since August 25. I was trying to identify the watch he was wearing and my best guess is a Patek Philippe Calatrava 5127 like this one. Please let me know if you have better ideas.

But that’s not the primary reason that I am making this post. It’s a video by Pete McConvill, his latest, that has me thinking about Berger beyond his watch. You might not agree with Pete (I don’t always, but I very much do in this case), but you can’t accuse him of not being very thoughtful about his opinions. He himself admits,“I overthink everything.” I am probably the same way. Anyway, I recommend watching “Two Watches you should NEVER buy” and I’m going to build on it a bit below.

At 1:30, Pete references art criticism. He recommends using a technique he learned from that realm to form better opinions about the watches we see. That technique begins with a call to “deliberately focus on something for longer than you maybe feel comfortable with and drink in the detail.” He goes on from there to “Can I close my eyes and describe it accurately from memory?” This approach has a focus on aesthetics, and when we make jewelry purchases – Pete is also good at reminding us* that watches are mostly jewelry these days – that can be very important in making informed decisions to avoid buyer’s remorse.

But seeing and noticing can go beyond that too. That’s where John Berger, whose work I admire, comes in. In 1972, he created a television series called Ways of Seeing. I recommend it to people all the time. It’s easy to find online. Here’s the first episode to get you started:

The process of seeing paintings, or seeing anything else, is less spontaneous and natural than we tend to believe. A large part of seeing depends upon habit and convention.

There is also a great book adaptation of Ways of Seeing that came after the series. You should be able to find a used copy very easily and inexpensively if you are interested. Or you can just read it online here. It’s a great book and I have passed along many copies over the years.

The Wikipedia entry for Ways of Seeing leans on a quote of James Bridle, author of the reverently titled Ways of Being (2022), to succinctly describe the series:

The series was intended as a response to Kenneth Clark's Civilisation TV series, which represents a more traditionalist view of the Western artistic and cultural canon, and the series and book criticise traditional Western cultural aesthetics by raising questions about hidden ideologies in visual images.[3] According to James Bridle, Berger "didn't just help us gain a new perspective on viewing art with his 1972 series Ways of Seeing – he also revealed much about the world in which we live. Whether exploring the history of the female nude or the status of oil paint, his landmark series showed how art revealed the social and political systems in which it was made. He also examined what had changed in our ways of seeing in the time between when the art was made and today."

This is all to say that Pete’s recommendation to look closely even beyond comfort resonates deeply with me. I like to look very deeply aesthetically, but also – as Berger instructs – ideologically, socially, economically, and politically. It helps that I am a strong believer in delayed gratification as this can take a very long time to do. Many of you know I was very slow to buy a watch. My next watch, if there is one, will take an equally long or longer time coming. In the mean time, I might not get the adrenaline rush and gaga feelings of a new watch, but I will be very gratified with all the seeing I get to do.

---------

*From the caption to Pete’s video (and on all of his videos):

In my opinion a $15 Casio or a $50 G-Shock are probably the only real tool watches and pretty much everything else is jewelry.  So as we are talking about jewelry I think style is substance and I tend to believe history, brand, style, design, execution, and aesthetics are more important than specs.  A dull design with a good movement is a dull watch, and an exciting design with an average movement is an exciting watch.

#watches #wristwatches #John Berger #Ways of Seeing #James Bridle #Pete McConvill #Patek Philippe #slow #aesthetics #art #seeing #noticing #looking #Youtube

[isthehorsevideocute]

must be a new record or something because now we have two riders in one year stripped of their place on their national team for the Olympics. Eric Lamaze of Canada for faking cancer to try to get out of a horse sale scam conviction and now Andreas Helgstrand of Denmark for serial horse abuse. Honestly it was about time Andreas got investigated, he has the track record between his and his riders' multiple disqualifications from competition for blood in the mouths of their horses, and his competing of a horse that had only just been colicking the day before. I mean all you have to do is look at his riding style to see something ain't right

On top of all of that he's allegedly scammed clients the same way Lamaze did (save for the cancer faking). Big surprise that one of the wealthiest professionals in the equestrian world has make billions scamming people, mistreating staff, and abusing horses by running a factory that values quantity over quality. It reflects not only everything wrong with the equine world, but with the whole world as we know it.

Story here is that an investigative journalist for Denmark's tv2 station went undercover as a groom for Helgstrand's training center.

The documentary first part has been released in Denmark, and there is due to be a part two. Information we know thus far and is well documented in testimony, video, and photo evidence is as follows (graphic depictions of animal abuse under the cut:

-Riding of horses in draw reins (long reins that run through the bridle and attach to the cinch, holding the saddle in place, which creates a pull effect that when tightened draws the horse's nose in and down toward the chest), behind the vertical (the line at which the horse's head is perfectly vertical with the ground to which behind would draw the nose in toward the chest) and see-sawing (when the rider pulls the reins in a "flossing" manner putting harsh alternating pressure on the face)

-Horses being kicked hard with spurs

-Horses showing big reactions indicating extreme fear and discomfort

-Open wounds from excessive spurring

-Admissions of horses often having bloody mouths from their bridles (documented by research as often being caused by overly tight nosebands causing a loss of circulation and sensation to use muzzle and mouth causing numbness leading to the horse biting their tongue.

This is one of his rides disqualified for blood in the mouth

-Whip marks (extreme bruising)

And that's just the horses. That doesn't even delve into the treatment of staff or the scams.

And this issue is not isolated to Denmark, the guy owns numerous international brands including show venues (including American ones like the Wellington international Horse Park in Wellington FL), tack brands and outfitters, feed companies, news outlets, and jewelry sellers. He's also a major sponsor of other equestrians even outside his discipline such as German show jumper Ludger Beerbaum (who was found out in a similar undercover operaton to be poling his horses. Poling is when a person on the ground lifts the top rail on a jump so the horse hits their leg on the rail while jumping). For a full list on where his influence lies so you can boycott, milestone equestrian made this handy list

#animal abuse #not cute #Helgstrand dressage

[thatpaintedpony]

It’s Christmas day so you know what that means . . . year in review time! And whooo boy what a year it has been.

In February, I took Sky to the DNSW competition at SIEC for what was “supposed” to be our last real hurrah at Prelim level before we started looking to make the move to Novice. She went incredibly well, scoring a 71% in one test and a 72% in the other. Competing at SIEC was basically a walk in the park by this point, but I was absolutely thrilled by how well she went. I also had a ridden photoshoot with my best bitch Lexi and we got some absolutely stunning photos with Sky (both of us incredibly sweaty – don’t miss that about the Hawkesbury).

In May, Sky and I had our first crack at Novice in an unofficial competition with the Murrumbateman Adult Riding club. Despite barely warming up because my boot zipper broke right before my test, she put in a really solid effort. Our leg yields weren’t great and she was a little unbalanced in some of the 10m circles, but we definitely didn’t embarrass ourselves. Unfortunately, we’d already entered the ACTDA comp a couple of weeks later at Prelim, thinking we weren’t quite ready for Official novice. Turns out we definitely could have done it!

The ACTDA day was not, unfortunately, our day however. I think she was still holding some stiffness from the fence incident and she was very very tense, against the bridle and stiff. I made two errors of course in one of my tests and was a bit disappointed with it overall. Even so, we got 62 and 68% in our two tests and placed third in both, proving we were well and truly ready for the move up to Novice.

With the inaugural Hawkesbury Dressage Festival fast approaching, with us entered in both Prelim and Novice tests, and our first ever freestyle . . . I fell over and broke my hand like a knob two weeks before the festival. I’ve never been so absolutely gutted. It wasn’t even a fun story. I just slipped on some ice, and that was it.

Still, since a certain someone had pestered me into joining the committee, I had to go anyway. My amazing friends kept me from feeling too down that I couldn’t ride and put together a gorgeous birthday celebration to keep my spirits up. It was a massive undertaking over the span of 9 days and I had a lot of fun.

I did, however, catch Covid at the festival and had the worst week ever (covid sucks yall).

Once I got over the old ‘rona, I started lunging Sky again in preparation for when I might be able to ride again (she was spicy) and then in mid July at long last I was back in the saddle again. Only to get flooded, almost immediately.

I had, for some insane reason, entered NSW State Dressage Championships at the start of September, and between the INCESSANT rain, covid and my broken hand, we really did not have the most ideal lead up. We did what we could to make it work, doing walk work when it was too wet to trot, trotting when we could, but MAN. It was not the best. We spent most of our time slopping around in fetlock deep mud and it was just truly putrid. And then I had the bright idea to got to Singapore the week before the comp! Because I am well prepared. And sensible.

Anyway, Singapore was awesome, though humid, and we did make it to states, despite our massive lack of preparation. And, of course, Sky was absolutely incredible. Despite not being ridden in the leadup to the comp, she put in two lovely tests and we placed 7th and 4th which, for our first ever states was just so exciting.

The weather remained incredibly shit. Through October, we had 3 floods and nearly constant rain. Fucking La nina, I tell you.

Anyway, at the end of October, we had entered AOR Nationals and while she didn’t give me the best feel on the day, she was an absolute trooper and we still came away with a 5th place ribbon. She floated up amazing, was great in the stable, and just really was awesome. November brought, at LONG last, Equitana! 18 months after we first planned our Equitana trip, at long last we made it to Melbourne for 4 days of non-stop horsey goodness. We met up with our online horsey friends and had an incredible time just living and breathing horses.

Despite a successful competition year, we never managed to get our official Novice start. After scratching from the Festival, we tried to enter two other ACTDA comps at Novice, both cancelled due to rain. We then entered the Canberra Classic in November aaaand she pulled up lame with a horrible case of seedy toe.

And that was pretty much it. She was lame for nearly two months with the seedy toe, and we’ve just been walking a lot to try and keep her brain occupied and her muscles working while we wait for it to grow out. December is apparently not our month. So. It’s been a massive year. We went to our first State Championship, our first National Championship. Cracked 70% at Prelim, did our first (Unofficial) Novice and moved halfway across the state. On the whole, it has been a stressful, up and down sort of year. But I have sworn never to enter another Prelim on this horse and I have high hopes for Novice this year! Fingers crossed for no more disasters!

#horsblr #horses of tumblr #equestrian #equestrians of tumblr #dressage #dressage horse #my horse #my posts #sky

[xtom-darling-x17]

Hello darling 💜 may I request a moodboard with the name Lia and this pic? 🥺 also, I’m curious, which plot would you give it? 😍

Mood board for a wonderful soul - @justapurrcat

Hi Lia

Thank you so much for sending in multiple pictures!!!

I hope you love your mood boards as much as I loved making them, although it took ages. However, very much worth the time and dedication In the end results! I did 3 mood boards for you (hope your happy with all of them) please, let me know what you think. I am glad that you have participated in this event because you’re absolutely wonderful and you deserve to know! I have even created a plot for you because you specifically, asked for that Detail. best wishes 😇🥰

Side note - Love all your feedback and comments on my works, posts, etc… pls do interact much appreciated! Thank you for all your love and support! xx

Writing done notes is all so familiar, like running away in the Forest getting sidetracked, along the muddy trails. Tom brings you out of your thoughts as you write more. Feeling him wrapping his toned arms around you. ‘Do you want to take a bath with me, darling,’ softly kissing your temple, you nodded. He lifts you up, bridle style in one quick motion going outside into the bath. You are staying in a private, conceal Terrance, practically in the middle of no where for your 3 year wedding anniversary! Pulling you into his strong, broad chest he peppers kisses along your neck, cheek and shoulders. You giggle as it tickles having his gorgeous, curled, brown locks dangling on your skin. ‘Are you relaxed sweetheart?’ He questions stroking your hair, softly. ‘Mm,uh,’ you hummed, feeling content. The bath is warm, comfortable and heavenly even more so, being with Tom. After about an hour, you get both of yourself dry and dressed. Tom admires you as you read one of your favourite books. You look up confused, ‘what are you looking at pretty boy?’ You giggle as Tom has been caught red handed. He comes closer to you gently placing his hand to yours, ‘May I have this dance m’lady,’ he bowled, like royalty. You stand up taking his large hand into your smaller one. ‘Yes, you may kind sir,’ you smiled. He put on soft, classic music to dance to. Twirling you around the room so gracefully, his princess.

Tradition is key when it comes to royalty, that changes when love comes into play a little game! Music could be heard from a far in the palace hallways, a young in her mid 20s princess dancing to the soft melody of a young, musical player could be heard. Could be heard! This affair is a secret for some may fear that a princess does not belong with just a musician, who is not a prince. Scandalous moments happen with you and Tom quite a lot. Cherishing, your love and passion towards each other mysteriously, behind close doors for no eyes to see you getting caught. As you take a look at your photos of you, in extraordinary jewellery fit for a princess. Tom wraps his soft arms around you, ‘you look gorgeous my love,’ he says, you feel him smiling into your neck. Suddenly, your breath hitches as you hear a knock at your chamber door. Tom quickly goes into the closet to hid himself. ‘Come in,’ you say, your mother, the queen comes in. Looking at you with a poker face and head risen with no slouch at all, ‘my dear daughter I have came with great news,’ she smiles, even being the most despite full of all women! ‘What news,’ you say, carefully putting down your photos. ‘The prince of France has requested to marry you, of course your father and I have agreed, how delightful,’ she smiles again! ‘Yes, very wonderful mother. I need to have a bath and relax taking in this news,’ you say quickly, pushing her out the door giving her one last fake smile. Slamming the door, your mother behind it smiles at your words walking away. In reality, you crumble to the floor letting a few tears out, what has your soul become? ‘You can come out now,’ remembering Tom was still in hiding. Tom opens the closet door to your red, puffy face. After hearing everything, he comforts you whispering sweet nothings in you ear, kissing you until you giggle. Cuddling into his warm, embrace. Loving that you have Tom forever. You knew this day will come, that is why you set an escape plan with Tom years ago. Running away of your royal duties is dangerous but if love will want to play, so be it. Your going to win!

Crashing of the waves that’s all you could hear, no light other than moonlight reflecting on their souls. As their hands grasps on to each others gently, noticing a bond that is unbreakable. Tom loves the feel of your scales rubbing against his fair, soft human skin. It gives him the sense of safety and warmth. You swear that his strong arms are way too strong to be human, but not knowing any better about their kind, you do not think of it again. ‘Are you going to tell me, what you are giggling at darling,’ Tom asks, curious. You look up his brown, orbs ‘just your charm and witty ways, making me laugh because your so adorable,’ you smile, as you play with your ring that he gave you promising forever in over thousand seas. you look at him to kiss his lips. He nods smiling and kissing back, lifting your beautiful, ombre tail into his lap, again those strong, toned arms are your weakness. You feel so secure and safe in them. ‘Your so adorable, even more so gorgeous and addicting my love,’ Toms sweet words are like music to your ears, you turn your head slightly so he can kiss your plumed lips sweetly, most tender touch of you. If anyone would of guessed, it would be Tom is a merman, secretly.

Hope you have enjoyed the little blurbs that I wrote for you with your mood boards. 🥰

#tom holland x reader #lovers #tom holland #sweetness #tom holland au #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fandom #tom holland x you #tomhollandfan #tom holland fluff #royalty #princess royal #princetomholland #merman!tom holland x fem!reader #mermaid tom holland #music #moodboard #answered

[soulsanitarium]

WITCH TRIALS IN SCOTLAND 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Glasgow

The case which prompted the recall of commissions for witch trials in 1597 was that of Margaret Atkin, the ‘Great Witch of Balwearie’, who allegedly reported a convention in Atholl attended by a ludicrous 2,300 witches.

💦Some of the latter were reportedly tried by swimming – ‘by binding of their two thumbs and their great toes together, for, being casten in the water, they floated ay aboon’, a statement doubly suspect because it is one of the very few references to this practice being used in Scotland. (Cowan 2008.)

👁️Atkin had been arrested for witchcraft in Fife and tried to save her skin by claiming she could identify other witches just by looking in their eyes, identifying a secret mark.

The authorities, including King James VI, saw her as a new super-weapon in the war on Satan, and soon terrified Glaswegians were being led out in front of this desperate individual. People were being strangled and burned at the stake because of her “evidence”. (Cowan; Yeoman)

🧥Then as the witch-hunt went on, someone had a bright idea. Take the people Atkin condemned one day and bring them back the next in different clothes and a different order. The great witch turned witch-finder failed to recognize them, condemning and exonerating a different selection.

It dawned on the ministers and magistrates that what they really had was a horrifying fraud. They'd killed people for nothing. They ran for cover.

📜Thanks to woman named Marion Walker, the confession was passing hand-to-hand, making sure Glaswegians knew exactly who to blame for the deaths of their innocent friends and relatives, John Cowper. To strike back at her, he mobilized his fellow ministers to back him up.The presbytery passed this act threatening the branks for any who blamed the ministry of the city for putting to death the persons lately executed for witchcraft.The branks were literally a gag - the scold's bridle - with a metal cage for the head and often with a prong to stop the mouth. But in the end they backed off. They didn't dare gag Marion Walker.

Photo from National museum of Scotland, ST22

Read more about Walker from: “The woman who stood up to a witch-hunt” By Louise Yeoman BBC Scotland, 10 November 2019.

Two photos below ST2022: Glasgow Cathedral & Glasgow Necropolis

#witch #witchcraft #glasgow #witches #history #great britain #witch trials #horror #swimming test #scotland #balwearie #demonology #james VI #glasgow necropolis #church #evil eye