#Cowboy Maria Hill

[riveramorylunar]

Cowboys/Cowgirls Natasha and Maria Moodboard!

[sequesteredsnake]

'Good luck out there.'

What's a little good luck kiss between pardners?

[ltbkpod]

Episode Fanfic Reference

Here is a link to every fic we've discussed on the pod:

Ep 1 - Stucky: Mistake on the Part of Nature by idiopathicsmile

Ep 2 - FinnPoe: the coat thief by Gretahs

Ep 3 - LOTR: Cabbages and Kings by Mickleditch (Merry/Pippen)

Ep 3 - LOTR: Finding Comfort by scarletjedi (Gimli/Legolas)

Ep 3 - LOTR: On the Cold Hill Side by marycrawford (Gimli/Legolas)

Ep 3 - LOTR: Lords of Misrule by FabulaRasa (Gimli/Legolas)

Ep 4 - Ineffable Husbands: i'd like for you and i to go romancing by dollsome

Ep 5 - Grindeldore: Relationship Counselling by Anonymous

Ep 6 - Hannigram: La Maison Rouge by Randstad

Ep 7 - JohnLock: The Internet Is Not Just For Porn by cyerus

Ep 9 - Cherik: Order Up by ikeracity

Ep 10 - Leverage OT3: your body is a war zone but you are not a ruin by postcardmystery

Ep 10 - Leverage OT3: the warmth of your doorways by gyzym

Ep 10 - Leverage OT3: safe as houses by thecanaryfalls

Ep 10 - Leverage OT3: The Not Your Teaching Tool Job by BlackEyedGirl

Ep 11 - 00Q: Synchronicity by stereobone

Ep 13 - Sterek: Lock All The Doors Behind You by entanglednow

Ep 14 - Comedies: Anniversary by Desdemon (Nick/Schmidt)

Ep 14 - Comedies: My Gay Jungle Fever by typicrobots (JD/Turk)

Ep 15 - McDanno: Love's a Battlefield (and the Navy Did Not Train Steve for This Shit) by cyerus

Ep 16 - Kirk/Spock: Translating Ennoia by WerewolvesAreReal

Ep 17 - Buddie: a leaf falls on loneliness by iimpossible_things

Ep 18 - Nygmobblepot: flowers grow out of my grave (grave, grave) by CallicoKitten

Ep 19 - Starsky/Hutch: Blue by molo (esteefee)

Ep 20 - 80s Action Movies: My Word Is My Bond (But So Are These Handcuffs) by SirRobin126 (Midnight Run)

Ep 20 - 80s Action Movies: Probably Safer Together and Fabulous Face by fakebodies (Thunderbolt and Lightfoot)

Ep 21-24 - Destiel: Dean Doesn't Listen to Eurythmics by Annie D (scaramouche)

Ep 21-24 - Destiel: things happen (they do, they do, and they do) by sobsicles

Ep 21-24 - Destiel: according to all known laws of life by sobsicles

Ep 26 - SamBucky: warm blood (feels good, i can't control it anymore) by notcaycepollard

Ep 26 - SamBucky: just won't do right by glittercake

Ep 27 - Loki/Mobius: Compliments? That's suspicious by Ijustlikereadingcutefics

Ep 28 - Top Gun: people like us. by Skyuni123 (Rooster/Hangman, Iceman/Maverick)

Ep 28 - Top Gun: Men Like Us by DancingDisaster (Rooster/Hangman, Iceman/Maverick)

Ep 29 - Blackbeard/Stede: Close Quarters by FortinbrasFTW

Ep 31 - Cowboys: Northward Drive by Keiko Kirin (sakana17) (Red River)

Ep 31 - Cowboys: Blood and Whiskey by astolat (Tombstone)

Ep 32 - Kirk/Spock Kelvin: The Genetic Soap Opera (or, One of the Less Dignified Royal Weddings) by waketosleep

Ep 32 - Kirk/Spock Kelvin: a sequence that you never learned by annataylor

Ep 33 - Black Sails: Nature's Delight by Fyre (Flint/Thomas)

Ep 33 - Black Sails: Until death it is all life. by Craftnarok (Flint/Silver)

Ep 34 - Captain Marvel/Maria Rambeau: flying homeward down your highway by gdgdbaby

Ep 35 - Leverage ot3: the war outside our door keeps raging on by spinninginfinity

Ep 35 - Loki/Mobius: out of focus/eye to eye by markofalover

Ep 35 - BlackBonnet: Impulsivity and Authenticity by Skrifores

Ep 35 - Ineffable Husbands: Drinking Buddies and Diaries by dove_dove

Ep 36 - Due South: Locked Room Puzzle by Speranza (Fraser/RayK)

Ep 36 - Due South: All We Gotta Do is Be Brave and Be Kind by spuffyduds (Fraser/RayV)

[cr33py-sims]

Baby CC:

Hey! Love your work! I wanna upgrade my Baby Firefly sim. Any recommendations for CC or the CC you use? - Many Thanks! :)

I change her outfits all the time, but here's a few things I use a lot with her:

Cowgirl Hat:

Alternate Cowgirl Hat:

Hair:

The only actual Baby Firefly (plus Otis) CC I've found:

Sequin Dress:

Dress/Jacket:

Choker (For the hitchhiking outfit):

I used mostly base game content for everything else. Any country stuff works, and a plain white camisole suits her Devil's Rejects outfit.

[spike-and-faye]

COWBOY BRACKET IS COMPLETE!!!

And the winner issssss….

B.O.F.A. DEEZ NUTS BALLAD OF FALLEN ANGELS!

Ok ok, we saw this coming but for real, these final two were neck and neck. The winner was changing by the hour at some points! Needless to say, BOFA pulled a decisive though narrow victory in the end!

Scroll down for audio of Ave Maria because the Cowboy Bebop version is superior to the original and that’s a hill I’ll die on 💅🏼

I just wanted to say again THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who participated!!! This was so much fun and I got so many lovely messages from everyone 💕

Also sorry I posted the results like almost a week late ✌🏼 I had an absolutely hellish menstrual period this week with a super cute migraine that made looking at a screen physically hurt ✨💅🏼💕

[pyrettawychwiggin]

'The Iron Angel: The Tale of Maria Røntgen' - Chapter 1: Welcome to Megaton

(A Fallout 3 Fanfiction)

Please be advised: the following story is based around my own playthrough of Fallout 3, and is basically one loooooonnnnnnngggggg spoiler. So, obviously, SPOILER ALERT. Maria Røntgen is my own original character I've created for this story, but all other assets are the intellectual of Bethesda Softworks. Please support the official release.

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If you haven't already, feel free to check out Maria's character sheet here to get an idea of who she is before you begin. Alright, onto the story...

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As Maria pushed the door open and took her first step into the open air of the wastes, her eyes flooded with the harsh light of the midday sun. Squinting, she held an arm up to shield her eyes with a wince.

The air was hot - hotter than she'd ever imagined, but as her eyes slowly began to adjust to the light, she found herself in awe. Looking over the rocks and out to the wastes, she was seeing the open sky for the first time in her life, and an endless horizon that she could barely fathom.

Strange... she thought to herself. I'd always heard the sky would be blue. I guess that must have been more common during pre-war times.

Maria adjusted Butch's switchblade to settle on it's clip on her belt and started making her way down the dusty dirt path.

As she continued down the way, she started to hear the faint sound of shrill music; it sounded like a flute being played through a tin can, accompanied by a harsh snare drum.

As she rounded the corner and into the small abandoned town of Springvale, she watched a strange floating mechanical orb as it patrolled back and forth along the broken streets, paying her no mind.

Over the rocks and sandy hills, she could see the shadows of what appeared to be a large metal structure. Curious, she made her way closer.

When she arrived, she had to crane her neck up to see it's entirety; a massive composition of sheet metal and scrap with what appeared to be a jet engine over the centre of it. A robot in a cowboy hat, about the same height as Maria, stood alert outside the entrance of the structure.

"W e l c o m e   to   M e g a t o n." No sooner than the robot spoke did the engine whir to life, slowly pulling two large slats of metal aside to reveal a door.

"E n j o y   y o u r   v i s i t."

"Er, thanks." Maria cleared her throat, pulled open the door and stepped into the settlement.

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"Whoa..." Maria breathed, her eyes taking in the sight before her. An entire city constructed of scrap metal towered around her, bustling with wastelanders of all kinds. Down the path to the centre of the settlement sat a massive black bomb. Maria's stomach dropped at the sight.

"Well, lookee here. Another newcomer." A man's voice pulled Maria out of her awe. She turned to see a bearded, dark-skinned wastelander in a leather duster and a cattleman hat drawn over his eyes. "Hope you're not here to cause trouble."

"Oh, uh, hello," Maria stammered. "My name's Maria; nice to meet you mister..."

"Simms. Lucas Simms." He held out a hand for her to shake, tilting his chin up to make eye contact with her. He seemed to be regarding her with caution. "I'm the town's sheriff. I keep the peace around here."

"Oh, you'll get no trouble from me, Sheriff." Maria raised her hands in surrender with an easy smile. "Though, it seems you folks don't seem too concerned about danger... has anyone considered dealing with that bomb down there?"

"If any of us knew how, we would." Lucas shrugged and clicked his tongue. "Why, you volunteerin'?"

"I don't know about that - I've got a pretty basic knowledge on explosives, but nothing as dire as a bomb. Especially one of that size."

"Well, if you do find a way to disarm it for good, there's a hefty reward waiting for you." Lucas patted her shoulder. "Just don't go messing with it unless you're sure."

"No arguments here. Besides..." Maria's eyes started scanning the faces of the town's residents. "I'm really just looking for my father."

"Your father?"

"Yeah, middle-aged man, about yay tall..." Maria held her hand up higher to her father's approximate height. "We came from Vault 101 not far from here."

"Hm, can't say it rings any bells. Sorry," he shrugged. "But most folks swing by Moriarty's Saloon up the path around the edge of the walls. He might be able to point you in the right direction."

"Thanks; I'll head there next, then." Maria gave him a curt nod and started to step by him when he stopped her with a firm hand on her shoulder.

"But just a fair warning - don't trust the man." Lucas spoke low, his tone grave with his warning. "He'd sell his mother for a slice of rotting Mirelurk meat if he had one. He's not your friend, alright?"

"Thanks for the warning, Sheriff; I'll be careful."

Maria followed the path up to the saloon, and pushed the doors open.

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"Come on, ya piece of junk..." a raspy man's voice grumbled over the sound of static. "Work, dammit."

Maria noticed a bartender tinkering with a hissing radio, his back turned away from her. An attractive woman with short red hair and a form-hitting sky blue jumpsuit leaned in the doorframe of a small room at the other side of the bar, rolling her eyes.

"Give it up, Gob," she sighed, taking a drag from her cigarette, leaving a trace of cherry lipstick around the stark white tip. "It's not the radio - it's GNR. Something's been up with their signal lately."

The bartender seemed to be ignoring her as he shook and smacked the radio, muttering raspy profanities under his breath. Maria slowly made her way up to the bar.

"Why-" he adjusted the antenna.

"Won't-" he fidgeted with the tuning dial.

"You-" he shook the radio with both hands.

"Work?" He smacked the side of the radio, earning him a solid two seconds of clear sound before the static returned.

"Er, excuse me, sir?" Maria tapped the man on the shoulder and nearly jumped out of her skin when he turned to face her. "JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST."

The bartender was only a few inches taller than Maria, with a ill-fitting white tee shirt and cargo pants, a dirty bar towel hanging from his pocket. However, where Maria was expecting to see a typical face - nose, flesh and all - she saw what appeared to be either a talking corpse, or the most unfortunate burn victim she ever imagined she'd see.

There was a triangular pit where a nose should be and wisps of light brown hair in frayed patches on his scalp. His eyes seemed to have once been baby blue, but had now taken on a milky gloss, fading their colour only slightly. Every patch of visible skin seemed to be covered in the same kinds of burns, revealing deep red scars, purple veins, and muscle tissue. In some places, skin seemed to be in the process of sloughing right off.

"What's the matter?" He sighed, placing the radio down, his brow bone rising as he folded his arms. "Never seen a Ghoul before?"

"A Ghoul...?" Maria gulped, feeling her heartbeat slow back to a normal pace. Not sensing that he was hostile, she took a seat at the bar as the initial shock passed. "What's that?"

"Well, not all of us got to hide out in a fancy vault when the bombs dropped." Gob gestured to the vault jumpsuit she was wearing. "Some of us got a big dose of radiation. Most of 'em died, obviously, but those of us that didn't, well..."

"And people call you Ghouls?" Maria frowned. "That doesn't seem right..."

"Well, look at the way you reacted when you saw me." He shrugged, picking up a shot glass and wiping it, moving his eyes to his task. He seemed to be masking a long-standing exhaustion on the subject. "When you've got a face like ground Brahmin meat, folks don't always treat you the best."

"I am sorry about that - I just..." Maria felt guilty about her reaction, now. "I've never seen a.... Ghoul before. I wasn't expecting it."

"S'alright, kid. Ya get used to it after a few decades."

"Though, now that that first shock has passed, well..." Maria trailed off, regarding the bartender curiously for a few seconds. "It's really not so bad."

Gob's eyes snapped back up to meet hers in shock.

"Really? Ya mean it?"

Maria did meant it. Despite his burns, she could see his eyes were still bright and expressive, and his smile, though crooked, was a kind one that made her want to smile back. He had rather broad shoulders despite his relatively lean frame, and strong hands, no doubt from his labours of work. He had the slightest belly that complimented his build surprisingly well.

"Mmhm." She gave him a genuine smile. "It's the eyes - you're very expressive."

"Well, I dunno about that..." He looked down sheepishly, fumbling with his towel. The red-haired woman watched from where she lounged just within earshot, smiling slyly at the exchange. Finally, Gob continued. "Still, even if you're just saying it to be nice, I like t' hear it. Most folks just spit in my face."

Maria frowned. "I hope you don't mean that literally."

"Well, I-"

"What the hell're ye doin', y'idiot?" an older man with shaggy white hair and a beard emerged from the room behind the bar, yanking Gob from where he had been leaning on the bar as he was speaking to Maria. The Ghoul let out a pained grunt, but made no effort to fight back. "I don't pay ye to chat - go make yourself useful!"

Maria looked to the red-haired woman who looked at the ground with a frown to avoid watching what was happening. It seemed as though this wasn't particularly surprising to her- or to any other patrons for that matter. Maria stood from her seat and pushed herself away from the bar, moving to walk around it, earning her a look of either shock or terror from the red-haired woman.

"Come here!" the white-haired man barked, raising his arm to backhand Gob as he knelt helplessly at his feet. "Ye useless waste of skin-"

"Hey!" Maria called out. When she was ignored, the man raised his hand again to strike Gob a second time. Without thinking, she rushed forward and grabbed his arm. "Stop that!"

"Fuck off!" the white-haired man shoved her to the ground, turning his attention to her. "What gives ye the right to interfere with my management, aye?"

"Management?!" Maria squeaked, realizing this must be the infamous 'Moriarty' Lucas had warned her about. "You're beating the poor man! What the hell is your problem?"

"Man? Hardly." Moriarty scoffed. He looked like he was about to approach her when Gob interjected.

"Wait, wait!" He rasped, putting himself between them with his hands up in surrender, hunching to make himself appear as small and meek as possible, shaking in fear and avoiding looking in Moriarty's eyes at all costs. "I-I'm sorry - I started talking to her and I just got carried away, that's all."

"Ye think I give a shit about your excuses?" Moriarty let out a wry laugh. "Just get back t'work, you lazy sack o' skin."

"Yes, sir...." Gob gave Maria an apologetic nod and scurried back to his place behind the bar, frantically cleaning glasses and focusing on looking as busy as possible.

"Now. Before I kick your ass out of my bar, what the hell d'ya want?" Moriarty folded his arms, glaring at Maria. "Ye don't have a drink in yer hand, after all."

"I'm looking for my father," Maria sighed and shook her head, pulling herself back to her feet and dusting herself off. "From Vault 101 - like me."

"Ohh, I see - the little baby brat from the vault's all grown up." To Maria's surprise, Moriarty's expression seemed to light up with genuine recognition. "And ye figure I'll be tellin' where yer dear ol' dad ran off to, aye?"

"That was the plan, yeah..."

"Ha! Well, ye can forget it," Moriarty scoffed, shoving past her as he flicked a cigarette between his lips. "Ye can get yer drinks and a bed here if ye've got the caps. That's the extent o' my generosity for brats that stick their nose in my business."

"But-" Maria tried to speak further, but the man was already out the door, slamming it behind him in defiant finality.

"Shit..."

"Tough break, kid." A sultry voice broke the awkward moment of silence. The red-haired woman from earlier had her arms folded as she spoke. "But that's Colin for ya. He can be a real bastard. Name's Nova, by the way."

"Pleasure to meet you, Nova." Maria sighed, slumping into a seat at the bar, watching Gob taking inventory with a clipboard, his hand still trembling. "Why is he so horrible to him?"

"Well, he treats us all like shit." Nova spoke plainly, taking a seat beside her and lighting up another cigarette. She offered one to Maria, but it was turned down. "But he treats poor Gob the worst out of all of us. Just because he's different, maybe?"

"It's not right." Maria found herself gritting her teeth at the thought.

"You don't know the half of it." Nova chuckled. "You know that asshole bought him off some slavers way back? Says he can earn his freedom if he works off his debt."

"When will that be?"

"Never." Nova dabbed her cigarette on the edge of the ashtray. "He charges him rent and board, too - so he'll never pay it off."

"What?!" Maria squeaked. "But that's just slavery!"

"And that's why he's been here for 15 years."

"Unbelievable..." Maria grumbled and shook her head. "And now he won't even tell me where my father is. What a dick."

"Hm..." Nova took another puff of her cigarette and thought to herself for a moment. "Hey, Gob."

"Hm?" He turned and walked over to the bar, eyes darting past them to the door to make sure Moriarty wasn't coming back. "What is it?"

"You think Colin's files have any info on that handsome man from the vault from earlier?"

"Are you kidding? He has dirt on everybody on that stupid terminal." He leaned in conspiratorially to speak with Nova. "Think you can give her the password? Help her out?"

"I don't know, Gob..." Nova winced with a shake of her head. "If Colin finds out, I'll be out on my ass so fast my head'll spin."

'"C'mon, Nova..." Gob pleaded. "I'll do all your errands for a week."

"You really wanna help her that bad?"

"I feel kinda bad - she almost got beat because of me." He frowned, shuffling his feet sheepishly. "No one's ever stuck up for me like that before."

"Gob..." Maria was touched. "Look, neither of you need to put yourselves at risk for my sake, alright? I'll ask around town - there must be someone else who knows something."

"Doubtful. Colin keep tabs on everyone here." Nova extinguished her cigarette and sighed. "No one'll wanna tell you anything if it'll just piss him off."

Nova clicked her tongue and thought to herself for a moment. Gob looked at her with pleading eyes, and she grinned before coming to some sort of silent conclusion.

"Alright, kid." She chuckled. "I'll tell you the password. But if anyone asks, you didn't hear it from me, okay? And Gob; you're running my errands for a month, got it?"

Gob and Maria sighed in relief. He went back to his task and Nova leaned in to whisper the password in her ear.

"Thanks, Nova!" Maria was about to slide away from the bar, but Nova gently pulled her close again to whisper into her ear again.

"Thanks for sticking your neck out for Gob. You've made a lifelong friend in him, I hope you know that."

Maria smiled and gave her a quick nod in thanks as she rushed to the backroom behind the bar, hoping she could find what she needed before Moriarty came back from his apparent smoke break.

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As the hour grew late, the air cooled and the moon rose over the scraps of Megaton. Few stars could be seen through the smog, but Maria still found herself enchanted by the vastness of the open sky; and her eyes were glued to the waning moon - something she'd only ever heard about in songs and books.

Stretched out on an old, discarded couch by the community bunkers, she pulled Butch's jacket further over her shoulders and let out a heady sigh. Since Moriarty had conveniently decided to double the price of the rooms, Maria had no choice but to sleep elsewhere for the night.

So my dad's gone off to find this GNR radio station... Maria pulled out Jonas' glasses and sniffled idly, wiping off a leftover smear of blood from the frame with her sleeve. I guess I need to get to D.C. somehow.

Holding the glasses to her chest, she felt her eyes begin to well with tears.

I hope this ache goes away eventually... She wiped her eyes on her arm. I'll need to get my hands on some supplies before I even think about traveling that far. Guess I'll need to get my hands on some caps somehow.

Tucking the glasses away, she stretched out on the couch and felt sleep begin to take her.

I'll ask around in the morning. I'm sure there's something I can do around here to round up a pocket-full of caps...

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"Well, I'll be damned!" Walter whistled, nodding in approval at the repaired pipes that had been giving him hell for the past few weeks. The man had one damn job in this gods-forsaken town, and it was made much harder when the water pipes had burst in three areas all at once. "You managed to patch 'em up in record time. Nice work, kid!"

"No worries, Walter; happy to help." Maria wiped the grime from her hands on the pants of her jumpsuit. She silently thanked Stanley for teaching her what he knew about maintaining the Vault's water system. "Clean water's hard to come by - it's a necessity of life, after all."

"Right you are, girl. Here you go." The mechanic handed her a handful of caps. "I know it's not a lot, but it should at least be enough to get yourself something nice."

"Thanks, Walter. I guess I should go check out this Craterside Supply I've heard so much about."

"Yeah, Moira'll be happy to help you out. She's a nice girl." Walter chuckled. "Might also be one of the strangest girls you'll ever meet, too."

"Take care." Maria gave Walter a polite pat on the shoulder before walking by him to Craterside Supply just down the walkway.

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"Welcome to Craterside Supply!"

Right away, Maria was greeted by a woman in coveralls and blood orange hair. She had a spark of mischievous intelligence in her expression as she tinkered at her workbench with some sort of contraption that Maria couldn't identify.

"Hello - I'm about to take off on a bit of a long journey, and I just need something a little heftier than a switchblade." Maria counted the caps on the surface of the counter. "And maybe some food and supplies if I can afford it."

"You wouldn't happen to be heading north, would you?" The shopkeeper stopped tinkering, regarding Maria with a hopeful smile. "I could really use a research assistant!"

"A research assistant? For what?"

"Well, I'm writing a book, you see. I'm calling it 'The Wasteland Survival Guide' written by Moira Brown." She practically bounced with excitement at the thought. "It's going to save so many lives once it's written and out there in the hands of those poor souls out wandering the wastes."

"Why not just do this research yourself?"

"What? I'd get myself killed out there!" Moira scoffed. Maria appreciated her willingness to speak so candidly. "I need someone who can handle themselves out there."

"Does it pay well?" Maria raised an eyebrow. "I could really use the caps."

"You won't just get caps." Moira beamed. "You'll get supplies, new gadgets, and best of all - the very best survival skills that you can only get by being put in dangerous and traumatic situations!"

Maria stared at Moira in silence for about ten seconds, noting the shopkeeper's complete lack of concern from what she'd just said.

"That..." Maria trailed off. "...sounds awful."

"Pfft - nooo!" Moira shook her head with a flick of her wrist. "I think you'll find the rewards far outweigh the near-death experiences. So whaddaya say?!"

Well, this could be my opportunity to get my hands on the supplies I need... Maria sighed. "What's first?"

"You'll do it?!" Moira bounced and clapped her hands excitedly. "What do you know about radiation sickness, scavenging and... landmines?"

Maria gulped, somewhat dreading what she may be agreeing to.

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TLDR

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• Maria arrives at Megaton and makes a good impression on Lucas Simms; she has some knowledge on explosives, but not enough to disarm the bomb at this time.

• Maria meets Gob and Nova at Moriarty's Saloon. Having never seen a ghoul before, Maria is spooked by Gob's appearance at first, but when they start talking and she realizes that he's friendly, she warms up to him quickly and even admits to finding him oddly charming.

• Moriarty catches Gob conversing with Maria and starts to beat him - Maria jumps in to stop him and gets knocked to the ground. Before Moriarty turns on her Gob manages to convince him to stop. Moriarty refuses to tell Maria anything about her father's whereabouts and leaves the saloon to have a smoke.

• Nova is hesitant to help Maria at first, but between Maria's willingness to be so kind to Gob, and with Gob practically begging her to to help, she finally agrees to give Maria the password to Moriarty's personal terminal.

• Maria finds out her father has gone to D.C. and was headed to the GNR Radio Station.

• Moriarty doubled the price of the rooms at the saloon for the night, forcing Maria to use the old, discarded couch outside the common quarters. She laments about her losses and makes a plan to scrounge some bottlecaps together to try and get her hands on some more supplies before she makes the long journey.

• She helps Walter fix up the busted water pipes around Megaton; thankfully, she has some decent knowledge on repairs since Stanely taught her a few things about the Vault's water system maintenance way back. He hands her some caps and points her in the direction of Craterside Supply.

• Maria meets Moira at her shop and learns that she's in the midst of writing a 'Wasteland Survival Guide.' Moira asks Maria for help with some research in exchange for caps, supplies, gadgets, etc. Maria agrees.

Coming Up: Chapter 2 - Into the Wasteland

[torse]

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hello, I'm K, she/her, 20+, and this is my fan blog for horror games, movies, and visual novels. all these games are 18+, so minors dni.

see below for the list of everything that will feature on this blog!

just horror, mostly movies

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horror games:

outlast

resident evil

silent hill

scarlet hollow

slay the princess

mouthwashing

five nights at freddy's

until dawn

the quarry

john doe

welcome home

the price of flesh

boyfriend to death

yandere games:

something's wrong with sunny day jack

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my dear hatchet man

restart heart

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homecoming

binary star

cannibal sweetheart

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normal and 18+ games

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the groom of Gallagher mansion

mushroom oasis

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courtin cowboys

degrees of lewdity

sometimes I make posts about my visual novel MC!

Read Maria's Bio Here!

Read Maria's Family Bio Here!

Masterpost of Maria in Different Visual Novel Universes Here!

[riveramorylunar]

I'm loving this cowboy AU🤤 just look at em 😵‍💫

[sequesteredsnake]

Do gay cowboys just swap hats?

Some sketchy lil cowboy blackhill for your enjoyment

[girlwithinfiction]

✨WHAT'S POPPIN' THIS APRIL (Part 2)✨

The books are:

• Symphony of Secrets by Brendan Slocumb

• City of Dreams by Don Winslow

• Games and Rituals by Katherine Henry

• Secret Rules to Being a Rockstar by Jessamyn Violet

• No Place to Hide by J.S Monroe

• Someone is Always Watching by Kelley Armstrong

• Tenkill by Shannon Kirk

• Tauhou by Kotuku Tithula Nuttall

• Harvest House by Cynthia Leitich Smith

• The Recall Paradox by Julian Ray Vaca

• Chrysalis by Anna Metcalfe

• Old Flame by Molly Prentiss

• Pomegranate by Helen Elaine Lee

• The Words We Lost by Nicole Deese

• Advika and the Hollywood Wives by Kirthana Ramisetti

• The Hitherto Secret Experiments of Marie Curie by Various Authors

• Lewis Sinclair and the Gentlemen Cowboys by D.M.S Fick

• Master of Souls by Rena Barron

• The Sharp Edge of Silence by Cameron Kelly Rosenblum

• Bianca Torre Is Afraid of Everything by Justine Pucella Winans

• The House is on Fire by Rachel Beanland

• Cleaning Up by Leanne Lieberman

• Romantic Comedy by Curtis Sittenfeld

• The Last Heir to Blackwood Library by Hester Fox

• Not Here to Stay Friends by Kaitlyn Hill

• First-Year Orientation by Various Authors

• Spell Bound by F.T. Lukens

• Blood Debts by Terry J. Benton-Walker

• Divine Rivals by Rebecca Ross

• The Immeasurable Depth of You by Maria Ingrande Mora

• The House of Cotton by Monica Brashears

• The Golden Doves by Martha Hall Kelly

ig: girlwithinfiction

[marsoffmute]

TO LISTEN LIST ♡

albums i will listen to !

send recommendations in my asks

1. gnx- kendrick lamar

2. sharpen your teeth- ugly casanova

3. andromeda- linus

4. whenever, if ever- twiabpaianlatd

5. what a devastating turn of events- rachel chinouriri

6. nothing feels real- bleach lab

7. radio retaliation- thievery corporation

8. dragon new warm mountain i believe in you- big thief

9. idlewild- everything but the girl

10. the early four track recordings- of montreal

11. three cheers for sweet revenge- my chemical romance

12. stratosphere- duster

13. k’s tape- jamie turner

14. agony- take care

15. best buds- mom jeans

16. boyhood- birth day

17. trick- alex g

18. death consciousness- have a nice life

19. the now and never- what is your name

20. summer death- marrietta

21. sports- mobo

22. blue lines- massive attack

23. koln concert- keith jarrett

24. dimanche à bamako- amadou et mariam

25. the miseducation of Lauryn hill - lauryn hill

26. for lovers- lamp

27. fireworks and rollerblades by benson boone

28. human- rag’n’bone man

29. ye vagabonds - nine waves

30. neil young - harvest

31. dolly parton - jolene

32. youssou ndour - set

33. chet baker - chet baker sings

34. cowboy junkies - the trinity sessions

35. mark lanegan - field songs

36. portishead - dummy

37. afro cuban all stars - a todo cuba le gusta

38. my beautiful dark twisted fantasy- kanye

39. momento,- dinos

40. kind of blue- miles davis

41. the doors- the doors

42. the diary of alicia keys- alicia keys

43. mr freedom- gabin

44. william onyeabor- william onyeabor

45. black classical music- yussef dayes

46. love and hate- michael kiwanuka

47. good kid, maad city- kendrick lamar

48. the score- the fugees

49. get rich or die trying- 50 cent

50. all eyez on me- 2pac

51. unreal unearthed- hozier

52. do little-pixies

53. blue lips - jpeg mafia

54. illmatic - nas

55. WANTINGWANTINGWANTING- deity of chaos

56. title fight- shed

57. persona- half-life

58. 4eva is a mighty long time- big krit

59. this could be texas- english school teacher

60. the stranger- billy joel

61. part one- the west coast pop experimental band

62. manc- skullthepierre

63. to forget- wishing

64. either/or- elliot smith

65. from a basement on the hill-elliot smith

66. songs of leonard cohen- leonard cohen

67. hurting- sign crushes motorists

68. cinema- the marias

69. days before rodeo- travis scott

70. welcome- slaughter beach, dog

71. when the pawn…- fiona apple

72. any other city- life without buildings

73. tear jerky- sparkly deathcap

74. stick season- noah kahan

75. no place like home- vacations

76. power andre 99- silica gel

77. desire- bob dylan

78. rumours- fleetwood mac

79. fine art- kneecap

80. perverts- ethel cain

81. gemini rights- steve lacy

82. complete recordings- the liverbirds

83. in the aeroplane over the sea- neutral milk hotel

84. intercontinental- joe pass

85. we’re all down the rabbit hole- the last whole earth catalog

86. harmony of difference- kamasi washington

87. cardinal- pinegrove

88. no thank you- little simz

89. lord of the rings soundtrack- howard shore

90. stone roses- stone roses

91. help!- beatles

92. making movies- dire straits

93. square 1- blackpink

94. for those which wish to exist- architect

95. the part where i become a ghost- nicoteens

96. blue suicide- coma cinema

97. koori woman blues- marlene cummins

98. fruit for flies- the army, the navy

99. its a shame about ray- lemonheads

100. into a pretty room- lots of hands

101. are you experienced- jimi hendrix

102. milira- milira

103. open the door- lazy day

[46yearsonwheels]

Oct 9, 54° Wednesday,

Murdo to Valentine☀️

Our “new normal” started today with tag team biking of one riding Pat’s bike and one driving. This ended up being our longest ride so far of 76 miles! We stopped at a gas station right before exiting South Dakota and had better than expected chicken strips for lunch. This gas station was near a Native American casino, and they were kind enough to let us charge our bike battery while we took a break for lunch. Typically the only vegetables we can get it a gas station are dill pickles, so of course we added them to our lunch menu. We then made our way into Nebraska. There were still plenty of hills, but the wind, thankfully, was not an issue at all today. 

It was a cool morning for Pat starting off but by the end of the day it was 85°.

Maria thankfully showed no ill effects from her fall a couple days ago and each of us made very good time since we did not have 30 pounds of baggage to carry. We biked through the Rosebud Reservation while still in South Dakota and passed a couple cemeteries. One of the cemeteries was for Native Americans who had served in the United States armed forces.

We ended our day in Valentine, Nebraska. Interestingly, we saw the Cowboy Trail going through, and actually ending in Valentine. We rented 2 B Cycle bikes, which were very close to our hotel and we were able to ride together for 7 miles to finish off the day. It was then time to clean up and walk to the Bunkhouse , which seemed to be a very popular place. A cold beer really tasted great with dinner 👍🏼! The day was topped off by ice cream, which is how most days should end. ☺️ Although today was different than we had planned, it worked out😊 As we talked about it, it’s kind of like life, it doesn’t always go as planned, but if you can make adjustments, it can still be a great time! ⭐️😎⭐️

[pastelwitchling]

I feel so bad about not working as quickly as usual with this one, so I wanted to give you guys a little teaser for my new long malex fic.

How Villains Are Made malex au teaser.

Alex and Michael return to Roswell after their honeymoon, but all is not as well as Alex wants Michael to believe. Being in the liminal space has doomed him, giving him disturbing visions and frightening powers that are chipping away at his life source.

Michael thinks Alex was healed, but he'd suffered a lot more than radiation poisoning. Afraid of whether Michael might abandon him if he found out, Alex decides to hide the truth, even as his humanity weakens to the liminal space's power, and the very worst of its side-effects.

***

                Alex hung his arm out the truck window, his fingers splaying through the wind. His other hand rested in Michael’s over the console, his head on the window frame as he watched the plains of Roswell pass by. It was weird, being back in the town that Alex had been so desperate to escape for so much of his life, the town he’d longed to see when trapped in the trenches if only to catch a glimpse of the man he loved.

                Now that same man was his husband, and Roswell didn’t feel anything like it used to. Every hill, tree, barn—it all felt like part of their story, Alex and Michael’s. Everything here had brought them closer, had led them to each other. He closed his eyes to the sound of rock music blaring from the radio, Michael’s thumb brushing his knuckles, lifting Alex’s hand to his lips to kiss his fingers every now and then.

                Alex hummed along to the music, and caught Michael’s smile out of the corner of his eye. He stopped humming at once, and Michael laughed. “Why’d you stop?”

                “You can hear me.”

                “The first time you sang was in a bar full of cowboys!”

                “Yeah,” Alex looked away, blushing, “but none of them were you.”

                Michael said nothing. Alex glanced over and saw him still smiling, his tongue in his cheek as he shook his head. Alex buried his face in his elbow and went back to watching the outside.

                “You sure about coming back here?” Michael asked him. “We can always move to Los Angeles. New York. Anywhere you want.”

                Alex looked over at him. He knew why Michael was suggesting this for the tenth time since they’d left the hotel, and he knew it had nothing to do with what Alex wanted.

                He leaned in and kissed Michael’s shoulder, then rested his head there. “I know you’re scared of the reminders of Max gone. But I also know you’d feel a lot worse if we moved away from the one place we know he’s coming back to.” He brushed Michael’s jaw with his thumb. “Because he is coming back.”

                Michael’s eyes closed and he nodded. His mind seemed busy, so Alex rose up to kiss his cheek, and Michael’s shoulders fell, some of the tension faded.

                “Besides,” Alex said, his chin on Michael’s shoulder as he looked up at him, “your sister’s still here.”

                And so is Maria. The thought rose unbidden in his mind, but Alex kept it back. This was not the time for it. He was finally happy, he was married to the one person he’d always loved and wanted. No one was taking that away from him.

                As if in response to that thought, Alex’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and returned to his seat as he checked the text, the same question Kyle had been asking him since Alex had first called him just two days ago.

                Does Guerin know about our little meeting today?

                Alex’s smile dimmed. Michael noticed.

                “You okay?” he asked.

                “Yeah,” Alex said automatically. He typed out a response to Kyle, No, and I don’t want him to know . . . and hesitated. He looked up at Michael who was watching the road, his thumb hovering over the send button.

                I can tell him now, he thought. He could confess to what had been happening to him lately, confess to his complete lack of sleep, confess to the whispered fears that were cornering his mind. He could tell Michael everything.

                But what was everything? What would he say? That his nightmares had seeped into his waking moments? That he was seeing things? That he was scared?

                How would Michael help with any of that? Wasn’t he already dealing with enough, worried about his brother on another planet, disappointed in not being able to be there himself, anxious to prove himself capable to his sister? Their first day back from their honeymoon, and Alex was already willing to unload all of this extra weight onto his husband. . . . Who wouldn’t get sick of him for it?

                He’d already been too much once. He didn’t want to live through it again.

                Michael’s lips tugged into an uncertain smile and he raised a brow at Alex. Clearly he’d seen him wanting to say something but not willing to say it. “Yeah?”

                Alex hit the send button and tucked his phone away. “Did I tell you how handsome you look today?”

                 Michael scoffed, and in it, Alex heard all the relief of someone worried he would hear bad news and thankful not to have to. Alex’s fingers curled to a fist around his phone in his pocket. Michael was still expecting trouble from him. He’d have to try harder to make sure Michael never had to worry again.

                “Just about ten times,” Michael smirked. “Doesn’t beat the dozen times I told you, but who’s counting?”

                Alex laughed, shaking his head, and Michael brought his hand to his own lips and kissed it again. Alex looked back out the window, his phone’s edges digging into his palm as his knuckles turned white and his heart hammered painfully in his chest, all while his easy smile remained in place.

[riveramorylunar]

I could just imagine Maria passing by you in the horse barn, putting her cowboy hat on you while you sit patiently for them to get done.

Maria’s hat is a bit big and hangs there slightly, not fitting well.

It makes her give a soft chuckle and a pat on the thigh as she goes over to Natasha to help her.

As she does get there, Natasha was able to get a pretty cute photo of the moment.

Just you wearing Maria’s hat, and wearing Nat’s jacket.

Oh my god I love this 🫣🤭