#unmolested

[elizmanderson]

IT KILLS ME that after the frankly OVERKILL of Stede's fake death, Mary finishes it up with, "he kept it to himself...but Stede had actually been quite ill" like how much more dead does this man have to be lmao

#people kept saying the English are out looking for him so how does he find the crew unmolested but like #do you REALLY think the English are STILL looking for him after all THAT lmao #ofmd #stede #mary bonnet

[divinekangaroo]

The difficulty w writing a hard/violent Tommy x Alfie is that they both seem genuinely amused by and in liking of each other - irrespective that they both expect one or the other will do something one day that requires a death strike in retaliation. (Because if they don’t, their whole artificially and self-consciously constructed sense of identity is suspect?)

#Gonna have to lean into it I’m afraid #fic will still have tags I don’t think anyone‘s used for this pairing as yet #Secret authorial kink: Tommy Shelby inviting known gay or bi men to long intimate one on one dinners with him #then sending them home unmolested; Tommy gets what he wants from men by watching men want him #going further is landmine territory #Sometimes it might be worth venturing out #tommy x alfie

[kyra-dev]

leadership of the most fucked up website being pathetic, spiteful, bigoted idiots. Must be a day ending in y

#Ive been on tumblr in some form since before infinite scroll #ive been on tumblr since long before skype became unuseably bad #mightve been on it before everyone moved from aim and stuff? #Anyway #Its always been like this #Staff let light to moderate fascism go unmolested #Basically ignore any c|sh€t way you could break tos #this site has only ever been good because of the minorities you goose-steppers ban whenever we express dissatisfaction with the status quo

[coldgoldlazarus]

Having way too much fun writing the world's most sexually oblivious pansexual woman

#not a reblog #moon rhapsody #in sasha's defense #she's too busy trying to survive unmolested (literally) #to give much consideration to her own desires #and I'm placing this at the end of the demo #so she's just escaped from near-death #in a horrible haunted city #but I also just see her as still being kinda dense #even under normal circumstances #and that gets magnified by her current stress #''wow she's so beautiful and sexy I'm so jealous'' #<- Wants to fuck nasty and kiss so much

[void-botanist]

🌼🎁🥘 for Bo plsssss

- @outpost51

These are great questions for actually knowing things about Bo, lol.

🌼 - Assign them an aesthetic Wizardcore. If that seems too on the nose, consider that Bo is usually wearing essentially a belted purple tabard over pants or shorts. People do look sideways at that, but when they notice Bo's leather gloves, they assume that Bo is a witch and kind of ignore anything weird about their appearance.

🥘 - Favourite food? Bo loves two foods more than anything: steak, in pretty much any form, and rich desserts. So in the real world, they would be that friend who always wants to go to a Latin American restaurant (not just the ones with steak dishes but especially those). I think one of their particular favorites would be flan mixto.

🎁 - Are they good at giving gifts? How about receiving them? Bo used to be bad at giving gifts because they would know exactly what kind of thing to get someone, but when it came to actually procuring it, they would get stuck trying to figure out what the best one was (not quite at the level of Chidi Anagonye trying to make a decision, but not too far off). They eventually figured out that the better way for them to gift was to give experiences, either through creating those experiences themself or through buying tickets or making reservations to do something with someone. Aside from making fun memories, that has the upside of being time limited, so if it sucks somehow, it'll be over soon and they won't have to live with the shame of buying a subpar object.

#I wanna write worldbuilding posts for locality space sometime but #witches wear gloves as a group signifier and a courtesy because one type of witch - dive witches - can read people's minds on contact #you can only be one kind of witch so Bo cannot dive but like most witches still wears gloves and gets to wear their tabard unmolested #the shame of subpar object gifts is only in their head but it's mildly devastating #also bc of your last tags I have been thinking of Bo as Crunchwrap Supreme #c: Bo #wip: nicea #ask games #description ask game

[chromalogue]

I was walking to work yesterday, quietly fuming because people in the apartment building across the street had moved out and left some really cool appliances on the curb, and copper scavengers had come and cut off all the cords, turning perfectly good stuff that people could have used into heaps of junk, and urgh, what could be more aggravating?

As it turns out, what could be more aggravating is not being told that May 1 is a public holiday in Germany.

#at that point I was far enough along on my walk to work that I was NOT going to just turn around and go back home #so I cranked up my music and put in about 7 hours of work #short because the cafeteria was closed so I just had to kind of stretch out the lunch I'd brought #found an unmolested Tassimo on my way home so neither the day nor the appliances were a total loss

[yessoupy]

me to the group chat last night: who's this?

@papiermachecat: the keyboardist for harry's band

and she is not wrong! lmao

#he was watching gabriels unmolested

[thisbibliomaniac]

So I guess that's the best way to get people to stop asking questions you don't want to answer

#and i continue to gatekeep unmolested ☺️

[sbnkalny]

And if they guess wrong they can still go unmolested, and travelers could find fire, bread, and salt at many an inn and holdfast

#TEXT #DAY 4 #You can still go unmolested #and travelers could find fire #bread #and salt at many an inn and holdfast

[stumblngrumbl]

#mocha morning #with leftover whipped cream meant for the pumpkin pie on top #you can't expect (fresh) whipped cream to be left unmolested in the fridge for long

[mourning-again-in-america]

hm, wonder to what extent other people have in their toolbox of threat de-escalation techniques, "confuse the fucker"

#only works if you need a few seconds to gtfo but hey! its an easy way to get those precious few seconds to leave unmolested #same principle as 'nobody expects open sores when theyre expecting a political argument'

[qca7groqdqw4f]

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#mismarked #es #single-thoughted #hussies #epikleses #euryzygous #guides #leaden-blue #uncompulsory #unmolesting #Westfahl #spherical #premarrying #bejewelling #overprovidently #uncasing #Brecon #rubricality #unexpounded #Mugil

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

all media that causes the audience to feel something is manipulative and problematic. to avoid this, i exclusively engage with horror media while also playing so called "cozy games" like stardew valley. the horror and the cozy cancel each other out and I feel absolutely nothing and remain unmolested by the whims of big feelings

[unofficial-sean]

I found a hidden gem at the bookstore yesterday evening: a pre-HBO ASOIAF card game from 2008. I was elated. When I spied the box, I checked for the copyright year, and as soon as I saw that it predated the adaption, I bought it. Didn’t read the description or anything.

All the art is refreshing. The artist(s) depiction of characters and locations is unique and is a good contrast to their counterparts in the adaption and in my imagination from reading the books. It’s just lovely.

I cannot wait to play this with my friends.

#for anyone curious #the reason i'm enthused that this predates the show is because I disagree wit ha lot of cuts and creative decisions and departures made #by the directors #it was nice to see something crated from the source material unmolested by HBO #like book editions of novels that were printed post-video adaption often feature visuals from the adaption #like annihilation #the hobbit #and ASOIAF #it's just gross and unnecessary #it even affects video games #there's an AGOT strategy board game and an AGOT version of Risk and it's all so pandering #I wouldn't be surprised if there was an AGOT Monopoly game #SO yeah it's delightful to find something original

[s17s17]

Resurrected the Y-wing kit, it's one of my oldest so a handful of parts "didn't make it", so this is a scrapyard edition, ft paint and mechanical issues

#Mine #lego star wars #y wing #This took roughly 7 hours without having to build the engines #They were the only parts to survive pretty much unmolested since I knew I didn't want to do that again #I'm mostly just happy the missing major structural parts aren't like critical or anything #Rods are a rare commodity in my Lego bins so not a single one of those for the wings or weapons can be found #One of these days I'll sort those loose legos into bins or smth so it doesn't take so long to find everything

[teastainedprose]

Too Sweet - Ch. 1 (Cooper Howard x Reader)

A settler selling wares in Filly catches The Ghoul's eye. Inspired by a Tumblr post asking for an angst fic to Hozier's Too Sweet. 1,753 words | [AO3] No warnings yet, only innocent flirting. Banner from @eupheme

The first time he spots you, Cooper thinks nothing of it. Sure, you look a little less worn down compared to the usual rabble roaming Filly. Certainly scrubbed a little cleaner than most but so were the rest of your companions. The lot of you are a curiosity for sure, but he's seen plenty of attractive women over the ages and known a handful carnally. He's not the sort of man to let a pretty face distract him. No, you don't get a second glance from the ghoul as he goes about his business. 

It's not until your laughter catches Cooper by the ear that he starts paying attention. Jerks his head right round at the sunny sound, attention diverting from the bounty board as he watches you engage with a customer. You laugh again, a merry delight that lights your face right up while the elderly woman you're chatting with laughs along. She's made brighter for being so close to you while you've suddenly become the sun in Cooper's eyes. A brightness he has to squint at when he looks over again to drink you in. His long-dead heart decides that it's about time to do a little flip.

That's a sensation he's not keen on feeling. Cooper hums under his breath, frown settling on his worn lips. He tugs the brim of his hat lower, turning away as he tries to focus on the task at hand. No good can come of fancying any sort of infatuation on a smoothie like you. You're not the sort of creature deserving of the trouble he could bring.

Yet Cooper finds he can't quite help himself. Wasteland life is full of little pleasures and looking at you sure counts as a bit of pleasure. Why not indulge?

The rest of the day as he sits waiting for a client to show, his eyes flicker over you. Wherever you're from, it's certainly kinder to you than what most folks in the Wasteland see. You almost look as soft as some fresh-faced Vaultie, but he can see that your hands are well-worn as you exchange produce for caps. A farmer of sorts. Homesteader.

He listens with a keener ear to the gossip swirling about you and those in your group. A little settler band situated out east, closer to the mountains and closer to what manages to grow green. He picks up that your lot wanders in every few weeks with produce to sell, or trade to stock up the settlement the collective group runs. 

Idly, he wonders what horseshit sort of ideology your commune might be sunk into, but if you're looking to spread a new sort of gospel none of your ilk seem keen on sharing it here. You're a welcome addition to the economy of Filly and it's clear that many enjoy the taste of hope this band of settlers bring in with their harvest. Cooper figures that's indoctrination enough from the harsh reality the Wasteland offers up.

Cooper finds himself wandering over to Ma June's place under the pretense of stocking up on supplies. There's suspicion in her eyes as he drops his intended purchases onto the counter but that's not out of the ordinary. There's always suspicion in the looks Ma June gives him, but she'll take his caps all the same.

"Say, now what's with that group of lil' farmers hauling in their produce like that? Can't imagine those soft-lookin' sorts making their way all the way here unmolested," he drawls out. His smile is crooked as Cooper counts through his caps to pay.

"Settlers, but the well-armed sort. No point in trifling with them. Too well-liked here for their fresh food supply they haul in," Ma June pulls the caps towards her, gaze fixed on the ghoul as she mutters. "They'll trade with ya, but keep out of their business. Ya hear?"

A hum escapes Cooper as he considers this, leaning onto the counter while glancing out the dusty window towards where you stand at the stall. He casually stashes his purchases into his saddlebag while going on conversationally.  "Well- Is that so? They a regular sort of fixture here in Filly now?"

"Have been setting up that stall going on half a year now. Surprised you've yet to come across 'em. Best cherry tomatoes you'll find in the Wasteland." Ma June eases back, arms crossing over her chest as a sour look settles in place on her worn face.

Another speculative hum escapes Cooper as he digests this information before he tips his hat to Ma June and goes on his way. Which happens to lead him straight to your stall.

Once there, Cooper casually plucks up potatoes, a handful of cherry tomatoes, and okra. All of it looks as vegetables should, the sort he would have found at the grocery store before everything went to shit. 

"How much for this lot?" He sets the small bounty atop the open space on the stall. Cooper gives you his Hollywood smile that would charm the pants off of any woman in bygone days, except now his face is a leathery wreck and his teeth are yellowed with age. Most people instantly flinch away in disgust.

Not you.

You smile like the morning sun towards him as you step closer while dusting your hands off on your pants. The bit of dirt smeared on your face only seems to enhance your features in Cooper's eyes. The look you give him is almost shy once you meet his gaze, smiling warmly up to him. 

Cooper finds that curious. He's familiar with a scowl or grimace of disgust when anyone looks him in the face, but here you are gracing him with an easy smile. A customer is a customer, he figures, and he'll do well enough. Yet, your friendliness doesn't feel like an act. Even after all these years, Cooper Howard still can clock other actors.

"Fifteen caps for the whole lot, but I'll throw in an extra sweet potato for the smile." You wink. Wink right at him as your smile grows. "They're good for ya, handsome." You add casually, the smile tugging up further into a cheeky grin. Your expression shifts. Playful. Coy. Interested.

Ain't that something? Cooper doesn't falter at the full force of your attention. He's too old and worn for that, but he sure does grin right back with a twinkle in his eye. Even an old ghoul like him can enjoy a pretty thing like you openly flirting with him.

Now that he’s heard it, Cooper decides your voice is sweet as a silver bell. The sort of soothing tone that reminds him of rain softly pelting a windowpane. It's the sort of sound that makes him wish to stay and listen for a while, tucked into the warmth that he suddenly wants you to offer up. He wants to get you talking to hear more. Wonders how he can coax you into a conversation.

That’s a fucking stupid idea. Cooper mentally shakes himself free of the passing fancy, head tilting ever so slightly as he peers down at you from the shadow of his hat. "Mhm. Ain't trying to get me hooked now are you, sweetheart?

"Something like that." 

“Well now, reckon vegetables ain’t the worst sort of vice a man can get lost in.” Cooper still can’t help himself. He lets his eyes wander right down your body before flicking back up to your face, what sort of vice he’s pondering made clear.

That flush on your cheeks blooms all the hotter as you laugh for him, the sound an utter delight when directed his way. You smile, sweet and shy now as you pluck up a hefty sweet potato to set beside the rest of his purchases. 

“Oh, well-” You start, stop with a small shake of your head as you smile all the wider. Utterly disarmed.

Cooper counts out the requested coin with a speculative hum, mirth sparking in his eyes as it seems he’s rendered you speechless. It’s down-right adorable if he’s being honest with himself. You’re a right little temptation he’d like to play with further. A dangerous thought.

Setting the coins onto the counter, he's swift in sweeping up his new bounty and stowing it all away into a pouch within his saddle bag. This close you're too bright and Cooper knows he's in trouble. Best to break away before you pull him into your orbit in full.

“You take care of yourself now, sweetheart,” Cooper drawls. He tips his hat towards you and turns away with spurs clicking. You watch him go, cheeks still flaming.

You know who he is. The Ghoul, the most famous Bounty Hunter the radiated Wastelands has to offer. You've heard all the rumors and truer tales about him all your life but nothing could prepare you for seeing him in the flesh. A dangerous sort of creature. A man who always brings his bounty in. 

You'd been watching him all day, stealing glances as you work. Now that you've seen him up close and personal? You're down-right fascinated. He’s nothing like the monster the stories painted him out to be. At least, he certainly wasn’t monstrous to you. There’s something captivating about him. Charming, even. 

You’ve seen ghouls before, of course. You know their kind as some live on the settlement with you. The majority end up shambling and ungainly, limbs no longer listening as the radiation rot wars with their regeneration abilities. A confusion that makes most of them uncoordinated and awkward in their transformed bodies, but The Ghoul? He’s got a swagger to his step that reminds you of those cowboys you’ve seen on ancient holotapes. 

He’s been lurking at the edge of your awareness all day, your head cocking in his direction to listen to the cadence of his voice as he bartered for bullets and talked business outside of the bar over yonder.

A thrill had jolted through you the moment he started to move towards your stall. The nervous energy thrumming through you had been made all the worse when you met The Ghoul’s gaze for the first time. A woman could find herself lost in such eyes and you’d certainly tripped right into them. Boldly meeting this stranger’s gaze and enjoying every second his attention was on you.

Shame he left so quickly. You sigh, turning back to count out bottlecaps he’d left as you turn your attention back to work. Best not to think about it. You’re unlikely to see that legend ever again.

#cooper howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #fallout fanfic #fallout writing #cooper howard #the ghoul #x reader #x you #I got 6 pages of writing and outlinings #wew #one day I'll finish a fucking fic #I'll just keep bouncing between this and Play With Fire #and finish..eventually #🍵 Too Sweet #there will be ACTION and SEX and ANGST #yeyeye #go big or go home I guess