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Series Premiere
Law of the Plainsman - Prairie Incident - NBC - October 1, 1959
Western
Running Time: 30 minutes
Written by Harry Kronman
Produced by Peter Packer
Directed by Douglas Heyes
Stars:
Michael Ansara as Deputy Marshall Sam Buckhart
Dayton Lummis as Marshal Andy Morrison
Gina Gillespie as Tess Wilkins
Nora Marlowe as Martha Commager
Richard Devon as Harry Varga
Harry Swoger as Hobey Jarrod
William D. Gordon as Deke
Pat O'Malley as Old Man
#Prairie Incident#TV#Law of the Plainsman#Western#NBC#1959#1950's#Michael Ansara#Dayton Lummis#Gina Gillespie#Nora Marlowe#Richard Devon#Series Premiere
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Laura Ingalls Wilder: Eliza Jane Wilder was a terrible schoolteacher because she was a horrible disciplinarian
Also Laura Ingalls Wilder: [sends her unruly teenage daughter to live with Eliza Jane in the hope that she can figure out how to control her]
#little house#little town on the prairie#laura ingalls wilder#sometimes the bio info from the books of extra wilder and lane writings#clashes with the fiction in interesting ways#at least that incident gave me my favorite of the rose books#(that was the first time i ever came across a catholic mass in fiction and it meant a lot)
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Lox the Fox
Male Yandere Fox Hybrid x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Noncon, somnophilia, implied cum in food, magic, drugging, biting, claiming bites, knotting, manipulation, chasing, kidnapping, general yandere behavior, references to an incident with a sweet potato Word Count: 5.6k (I am so sorry that this comm took so long, though I was dealing with a number of different issues. Hope you all enjoy it!)
You were but a humble trader. Once somewhat prominent in the medium sized town of Ridgespire, humiliating rumors began circulating about being caught in a compromising position with a sweet potato. The totally baseless story spread throughout the entire town. You were a laughing stock. When you could no longer handle it you left for a fresh start and new opportunities.
You decided to set up shop in the town of Westwend. It was a small village now, but you saw some serious potential. It was situated in the center of many newer villages and small towns and would serve as a good hub for you. But the best part about your new home was that it was too far for any pernicious lies about you and a sweet potato to have followed.
The locals were very accepting of you as a new traveling trader, though you hadn't had a chance to get close to any of them. Once you had moved in you immediately began planning your trip through the forest to reach a tiny village on the other side. You'd stop there to rest and see if there were any trade opportunities then head north to a larger town.
You stuffed a huge pack full of food, currency, and trade goods before putting it on and setting off on your journey. The village you were heading for was through several miles of forest and the forest itself was a mile or so away itself. You could be there by evening.
You were warned about an infamous fox-man named Lox that lived in the woods. Supposedly he helped or hindered travelers depending on what mood struck him at the time. The local villagers were always wary about crossing through the forest. That is part of what made this trade route so potentially lucrative. Not many were willing to cut straight through the forest.
The weather was cooperating and making your trip quite pleasant. The morning air was fresh and brought with it the scent of honeysuckle, and other prairie flowers. You took the unused and overgrown path and managed to make it to the woods just before the heat of the day, the dense canopy of leaves providing ample protection from the sun.
Though you didn't know it, you had rapidly crossed into the territory of the fox-man, Lox. And with his magic he knew exactly when any human neared the proximity of what he considered to be his land. He had nothing better to do, and delighted in meddling with humans, so with great grace and dexterity he weaved through the tree tops and quickly came upon you. He used his magic to stay silent and invisible so that he could observe you a while before deciding what to do.
It did not take long for Lox’s careful observation of you to lead him to the conclusion that he was intrigued. He used his magic to peep into some of your thoughts and memories to get just a glimpse of the type of person you were. He saw bits of your travels, vague impressions of your views, and something about a sweet potato. He couldn’t quite make it out to be honest. But it didn’t matter. He could tell from your aura that you were a lonely person with few friends and no current ties to anyone.
He decided that instead of hindering you he was going to help you more than he had ever helped anyone else before you. Not just for your sake, but for his as well. He thought maybe he could be your mate. Though he still needed to get to know you a little better though before he was totally sure. He could only get to know someone so well through his magic, so he really needed a more direct method.
Rather than simply introduce himself, which he was sure would fail, he devised a cunning plan to get you to see him as your hero. First impressions were immensely important, so if your first time seeing him was when he was saving you then that would make it a lot more likely that you would fall for him.
You continued through the forest, laughing to yourself about how easy a trip this was. You couldn’t believe how the small village dwellers had cut themselves off from such an easy trading route just because of some stories about some magic fox guy. You could believe that beast men existed, you had never seen one yourself, but their existence was never refuted, but magic? That was just too much for you.
Belief in the supernatural and heading the warnings of the villagers would have served you well, but instead the trap was laid and you bumbled right into it.
As you continued on the forest path, nearly gone due to disuse, you came across a clearing with a small cabin. It looked wildly out of place in the wilderness. Perhaps this was the home of the fox man all of the villagers had been so wary of. After gawking for a moment you resumed your journey. You had been traveling for hours and were probably halfway through the woods by now.
As you neared an old but sturdy bridge that marked the final leg of your travels through the forest, you heard a bone chilling growl and your path was suddenly blocked by three snarling wolves. You knew you couldn’t fight them, but the cabin that you had passed wasn’t too far. Maybe, just maybe, you could outrun them and take shelter.
Thinking fast you through your pack towards them, hoping the food in it would distract them enough for you to flee to safety. But no such luck. They weren’t distracted by it at all. At least without it you weren’t so weighed down though. But you were tired from all the walking and the wolves were at your heels. You imagined that you could feel their hot sour breath at your back, but you didn’t look back to confirm it.
Just when you were sure that you were going to find your end in the jaws of the ravenous beasts an orange flash came out of the trees from the direction of the house and stood between you and the feral wolves. There was no mistaking it, it was the fox man of local legend.
The hybrid man stood before the wolves with his back towards you, you could see that he was of a lean build and average height with two triangular ears on his head that were the same color as his wavy red hair. And he had a fox-like tail to match the ears.
As confident as he seemed you seriously doubted that he could take on so many enemies at once. And then you saw why he was so confident. A red tinged gust of magic left his hands and blew the wolves several feet away, making them smack into the trees. With a frightened yelp they scattered. You were in awe, magic was real after all!
When Lox turned to face you he could tell right away by the admiration and gratitude in your eyes that he had made the right decision in conjuring the convincing wolf illusions to scare you back towards him.
Normally seeing your first hybrid man may have at least startled you, but when you met his orange eyes and sharp-toothed smile you could only feel relief. You almost wanted to hug the guy.
“Thank you so much! I really thought I was a goner. I have no idea what I would have done had you not shown up when you had…”
Your stomach turned just thinking about it.
“No problem friend, I just happened to be gathering fruit up in the trees when I saw your predicament.”
Now Lox just had to convince you to stay the night with him. Get to know him better. Once you saw how good of a provider he was and how kind he was you would surely fall for him. He just knew it.
“Well uh… I better go and get my things. I dropped them to flee. And then I gotta keep traveling. Thanks again!”
No no no, that wouldn’t do for Lox at all!
“Don’t be silly! Those wolves could be lurking anywhere, you should just stay at my home while I collect your things. You can always set off tomorrow, I will even escort you through the forest!”
Your heart was still beating at an intense pace with adrenaline leaving you shaky. You didn’t really want to just set off alone so soon after such a scare. But you really should set out again, and you had doubts that the wolves would try anything again so soon.
“I really don’t think that I should, if I keep going I can make up for lost time and make the village well before sundown.”
He couldn’t reveal his true intentions yet, but no matter what happened, now that he had taken such a liking to you, he was never going to be far from you.
“Well, those wolves can be pretty persistent, they aren’t really normal. And it would be really nice to have a bit of company. It doesn’t come very often out here. I don’t think that humans like me all that much to tell the truth...”
Lox put on his best pouting face to elicit your sympathy. To be honest he didn’t mind his loner lifestyle one bit. Though he did want just one person in his life. A good partner. And whether or not you wanted it, that partner was going to be you.
His deception worked wonders on you. Instantly you felt immense sympathy for him. He was helping you so much so you should be happy to offer him your company, if just for a day. It wasn’t like it was a great imposition on you. You wouldn’t even be alive right now if not for Lox and all he wanted was a bit of companionship in return. Besides, you really didn’t want to come across as some sort of bigot…
“Well… if you’re sure it won’t be burdensome, I guess I can stay the night. Thanks for the hospitality, but I think I should go with you to get my pack. It would be pretty rude to make you go and get it for me.”
This also wouldn’t do for Lox, he wanted to enchant your belongings to be able to keep tabs on you even if you left his immediate vicinity. He did not want to run the risk of you ever escaping him, he doubted he would be unable to track you, but it was good to be prepared. The spell was rather loud and involved flashes of magic, he couldn’t take the risk that you could wake up and catch him in the act so having you at his house while he went off to do the enchantment on your stuff was his best solution.
“Don’t be silly, I can zip along through the trees much faster than you can walk! It will be much faster if I go alone.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true… Okay, if you really don’t mind getting it for me.” You felt bad that he had done so much for you already and was now doing more, but his logic made sense.
On the way there you introduced yourself and the two of you chatted a bit about how you both got to where you were currently. He explained the tragic tale of how he had been orphaned as a young teen and had to raise himself in the harsh wilds. The two of you were already pretty close to his humble home so it didn’t take long at all for him to lead you there.
The inside was about what you would expect from the home of someone living the lifestyle of a secluded forest hermit. Not messy, but cluttered in a cozy sort of way. Not a lot of open space, every inch utilized in some way. There were some shelves filled with books and various ornaments and objects of unknown purpose, there was a desk in the corner littered with arcane looking scrolls, a small dining area with dried aromatic herbs hanging from the ceiling, and there was a doorless bedroom attached with an equally well stuffed bedroom, you could see a large bed with red covers and more shelves.
Before he went off to get your pack for you he offered you some miniature sandwiches and some tea and set them on a small table for you.
You thanked him as he left and nibbled on the food he had provided you. You were hungrier than you had realized though and before you knew it, there wasn’t a crumb or sip left.
Meanwhile Lox had already located your belongings and busily casting his little spell on your things. He was hoping he could convince you to stay with him, but realistically it could take a few encounters. This would help ensure that those encounters kept happening. He considered it the “dating” phase of your “relationship.”
He also hoped that you would eat as much of that sandwich as possible. He had sprinkled in just a little something to help you be a bit more compliant with the “romance” he had planned for later that night. He could have relied on it to keep you from being too alarmed at him casting a spell on your belongings, but he couldn’t be sure how much you would ingest. Lox didn’t want to be pushy about you consuming the food either, that would be suspicious.
No, it was better if he just enchanted your things now and then he wouldn’t have to worry about if you had eaten enough magic flake powder that he had given you. And if you did happen to consume enough of it then he could have plenty of fun with you.
The fox-man briefly considered whipping up a love potion, but they were often temporary, wearing off at inconvenient times and requiring reapplication. And he really wanted you to actually be in love with him, not just be under the influence of all consuming magic.
When Lox entered the home it had startled you right off the couch and you fell to the floor. Lox quickly helped you up, relishing the chance to make physical contact with you. He was beyond thrilled to see that the plate your food had been on was now empty.
“Thanks! Sorry, you coming in so suddenly just startled me. You weren’t wrong about how fast you were, I hadn’t expected you back so soon.”
“Told ya I was fast.” He beamed proudly as he handed you your belongings.
Over the course of the next couple of hours the two of you chatted while you taught him a card game with a deck that you always traveled with, but you became fatigued much sooner than you usually did. Surely that was just from all the travel followed by the excitement of earlier though.
Lox offered you use of his bed while you used his couch, but you wouldn’t hear of it. He had already shown you such kindness you weren’t going to just kick him out of his own bed. Finally he relented and just let you use the couch.
Sleep came to you with unusual ease, something that Lox was greatly anticipating. Now you’d be at his mercy and even if you woke up, the mind altering effects of what he had fed you would make sure that you didn’t remember it or if you did you'd think it was only a dream.
Lox lubed you up carefully and slid into your sleeping form which he had tenderly stripped bare. He bred you slowly and lovingly, deep strokes into you so that he could edge and enjoy every possible second of making love with his partner for the first time.
It was difficult, but he managed to restrain his instinct to bite your neck all over and make his claim on you visible to the world. He also held his cock at the base to prevent his knot from slipping in and swelling within you. Lox didn’t want to leave you with any suspicious soreness.
But the hardest thing for the fox man was pulling out and not filling you up full of his seed, especially when your eyes fluttered open and you moaned and babbled incoherently while drooling in pleasure even if your mind couldn’t make sense of anything that was happening.
After that, he came in you quickly and meticulously cleaned you up so that no evidence was left behind.
When you woke up your head was a bit fuzzy, light filtered in through a little circular window and by the angle of the sun it seemed that you had slept all morning. You thought you probably had overstayed your welcome.
You yawned and began to get off the couch when suddenly Lox appeared as if from nowhere with a hot plate of food. Had he been watching and waiting for you to wake up? You didn’t entertain the thought long, you were just being paranoid. He was a fox-man; he clearly had enhanced senses and was just keeping the meal warm for you when you finally got up.
"Quail egg omelet before you leave?"
Lox seemed refreshed and energized, and though you couldn't quite place why something about him gave you just the slight twinge of anxiety in the back of your mind. It was easy to push away though.
"Thanks, you didn't have to make me breakfast. I have rations in my pack"
"Nonsense, you're my guest. And I was making one for myself anyway."
It did smell rather enticing and he had gone through the trouble of cooking it so you relented and ate it happily. It was among the best dishes you had ever eaten. You wondered if he used his magic to enhance it. He had, actually, added his own "special ingredient" to the food he made for you, but it wasn't something magical and you really didn't want to know what it was.
After you finished the meal Lox, true to his word, happily joined you on your trip out of the forest. You tried to insist that you didn’t need him, that the wolves probably went off in search of easier prey, and that you were prepared now, but the fox wasn’t having it.
The trip out of the forest was largely uneventful, filled only with Lox’s chatter and questions focused on you. You supposed most people would have been annoyed by it all, but you knew he didn’t get much company and you were still so touched by the kindness that he had shown you.
Overall it was going well.
Until it wasn't. As you crossed the old, but up until this point, very sturdy bridge, it suddenly collapsed beneath you. With a scream you flailed desperately, luckily Lox was able to reach you, hold onto you, and jump back up the side that you had come from. After you caught your breath and let your nerves settle in silence you looked at the damage. The bridge was beyond repair. It would add a couple hours to your journey to go around to the shallow part of the river, but you certainly couldn't go across here anymore.
"God damn! That was... scary! Thanks for... saving me. Again..."
You were still shaking a bit.
"It's no problem! I thought the bridge was a bit sturdier than that. Good thing I caught you... I guess we'll just have to go back for now..."
"No it's fine, I saw an old map of the area, there's a place I can cross if I follow the river. Will just take a few extra hours."
You looked up at him.
"Don't worry, you don't need to escort me the extra distance."
That was, of course, the exact opposite of what Lox planned. He would be at your side for eternity. Whether you said you wanted him there or not.
"No, no! It's not a bother. Really. I'm usually so bored I just sleep most of the day!"
"Well if it isn't a bother, I'm glad to have a traveling buddy for a bit longer."
The two of you sat down for a couple minutes before resuming your newly extended route out of the forest. It went about as well as it had been going before the incident with the bridge, though Lox kept shooting you nervous looks, like he was holding back from saying something to you. Poor guy, he was probably just sad that the two of you would be parting ways soon. You made a mental note to reassure him when you got to the end of the forest.
This wasn't the end at all, you'd see him a couple times a month if this trading exchange worked out. Maybe even once a week if things got really busy.
The fox hybrid was a bit more distant in conversation, focused more on his thoughts. He had been sure that after he collapsed the bridge with his magic and then saved you from the disaster that you would be head over heels in love with him. Clearly he had shown you he can keep you safe from any peril... even if he had to make the danger himself. At the very least you should have agreed to stay at his home a bit longer so that he could get you to like him more.
Sadly, Lox could not glean any notions of love emanating from you using his magical abilities. But he absolutely couldn't accept that you weren't at least somewhat attracted to him by this point. He had, as far as you were concerned, saved your life twice. Then he had been very amicable and hospitable towards you. You must have been in such strong denial that your true feelings were unknown even to you. But he wasn't going to give up on his beloved, he just knew the two of you were meant to be together. No matter what.
His first priority had to be making sure you never made it out of the forest. If you left and he wasn't with you then you could get hurt. Or maybe someone else would take you! But he didn't want to scare you or tip you off.
As the two of you continued on your way the amorous man couldn't help but stare at you and think of all the things he wanted to do to you. Seeing a lack of claiming bites on you almost sent his instincts into overdrive, he had to actively stop himself from fucking you into the dirt, biting all over you, and having his knot tie the two of you together.
The two of you crossed the river and with each step Lox grew more fidgety as his desire to claim you grew, as did his worry that you may escape him if he didn't think up another plot soon. Then he had a great idea. Quicksand! He'd save you from it and you'd be so frustrated, messy, and grateful that at the very least you'd want to go back to his house for another night to rest and clean up!
Lox used his magic to create a patch of quicksand on the path ahead and used his power of illusion to make sure it looked just like the surrounding terrain until disturbed, just like natural quicksand.
And sure enough it fooled you. With a loud scream you suddenly plummeted through what you had assumed was perfectly solid ground. You fell forward and struggled to orient yourself in the thick muck. Lox grabbed your pack from behind and plucked you easily from the quicksand. You gasped for breath and wiped the mud from your face.
"Holy fuck, I would have drowned if not for you! You're a real lifesaver, Lox."
This time you didn't waste more than a few seconds trying to catch your breath before getting up.
"I guess we should head back to my place, we can get you all cleaned up and try again tomorrow."
"Oh don't worry! We only just passed the river, we can go back and I can rinse off there!"
You started to head towards the water with Lox at your side.
"Are you sure? You must be tired after all the excitement we just had..."
You stopped and looked at Lox. He seemed almost panicked. The gears in your head finally started turning. The dots were connecting.
"Every time something happens you are very quick to suggest we head back... and it's pretty convenient that you are always right there to save me from these sudden disasters..."
"What are you saying?" The fox asked with a surprising darkness.
The question hung unanswered, heavy in the air, as the two of you stared at one another. Then you bolted into the dense foliage. But this was Lox's forest, he had years of experience tracking and keeping eyes on any humans who wandered through it, and he had never been so motivated.
Every time you made a turn Lox would appear in a puff of smoke in front of you, using his magic to teleport short distances. He grabbed you, but you struggled out of his grip.
"I love you babe, but I am getting tired of this little game. Let's go home now okay?"
He used a wave of magic to animated the vines near you, they snared you easily. You wriggled and writhed like a maniac as he slowly approached you with a creepy smile on his face.
"You must be tired after that little chase. You need a nap."
Then he pulled out a pouch of shimmering blue powder from his pocket and blew it over you. You fell asleep instantly.
When you woke up from your fitful sleep full of nightmares and fear in Lox's bed. You had no pants on and a thick sticky fluid leaking from your entrance. You realized those nightmares may not have been dreams at all, and you felt instantly nauseous.
Luckily, he wasn't in the room with you. The sick freak seemed to be in the kitchen, you could hear him humming faintly as he went about cooking. He probably thought he'd bring you a meal in bed and you'd be grateful and everything would be just peachy between the two of you. But you had other plans.
The window was large enough to leave through, you hoped you could do so quietly. You wiped yourself clean as best you could and put the clothing that Lox has removed back on. You raised the window slowly and it didn't make any noise at first, but you came to a point where it was stuck and more force had to be used. It squeaked like it was shrieking out your desire to escape to the four corners of the world.
Since your cover was clearly blown you gave up being quiet and forced it open with all due expediency. You quickly scrambled out the window, falling forward into the dirt. You wasted no time at all in getting up and darting away as fast as you possibly could. But the eyes of the fox were on you from the window, watching you speed further away. He wasn't worried though.
Lox was delusional and arguably even completely insane over you at this point, but he was no idiot. He knew your denial about how you felt over him may still be too strong and you may try to run away. He had taken extra precautions. Precautions you learned of in a very direct way when you slammed face first and at full force right into some sort of invisible barrier that Lox had erected a good distance around his dwelling.
You fell rather hard on your ass and cupped your face in pain. Then you heard a voice approach behind you.
"Are you okay darling? I didn't intend to hurt your pretty face." He waved a hand and green sparks from his fingertips healed up your injury.
"What the Hell, Lox!? You can't just keep me prisoner like this!"
"You're not a prisoner! You're my partner, and this is just to keep you close by. You're really fragile judging by how you handled all the dangers recently."
You stared at him for a moment, unable to think of a response to this complete lunatic, as he got closer and stared down at you with that freaky smile of his.
"I realize you are used to being really independent, but you really need to admit it already. I am the perfect mate for you. You have to know that deep down."
You started to object, but he sealed your words with a sudden rough kiss. He was deceptively strong, a fact you learned while trying unsuccessfully to push him off of you. He pinned you down on the ground with ease and smirked down at you.
"If showing off how good of a protector I am isn't enough to get rid of your denial, then I will just have to show you how good our union feels~"
Lox ignored your protests. His nails grew sharp and he sliced off your clothing as easily as if he was cutting through paper.
"I'm gonna make you feel soooo good."
He bit possessively at your neck. It hurt slightly but the unpleasantness was overridden by pleasure. For someone who was rarely around humans except to randomly help or hinder an occasional traveler he sure knew how to pleasure you. Then you remembered how he had violated you in your sleep. He had practiced. You redoubled your efforts to get free but the resistance only seemed to excite him more.
Lox's claws returned to being normal nails as he fingered your entrance, despite his increasingly feral state of mind he was still focused on making this as pleasurable as possible for his beloved little human. He used a small bit of magic to create an oil from his fingers to apply a generous amount of lubrication to you.
Shouts, screams, and the tears rolling down your face were all met with calming shushing noises and promises that you'd be moaning soon enough with fear replaced by delight.
His fingers wiggled within you, causing you to buck unwillingly in the throes of carnal stimulation. You gasped and whined at your body's betrayal. Lox pulled out his fingers and held your hips tight while aligning his cock with you and slamming into you with the perfect amount of force.
Your moan was captured by his lips as he kissed you again, biting your lower lip as he pulled away.
"I have wanted my knot in you for so long, you're gonna fit me like a glove~"
All you could manage was to grunt in defiance as you drooled dumbly. Lox began thrusting into you again and again. Each movement of his could only be described as perfection. He rolled his hips and plunged in deeply with slow strokes that steadily increased in pace.
It really didn't take long at all for Lox to feel your body throb around his large prick as you climaxed. If this had been a willing encounter, and if you also had not been fucked silly, you would have been embarrassed by how quickly Lox had made you orgasm.
The fox looked at you in awe, observing every detail of your face as you came. Your flushed face, the rise and fall of your chest as you panted, your eyes glazed and lost in sexual bliss.
"Wow, you finish even faster and more beautifully than you did while sleeping!"
Lox bit at your chest and up to your neck, delivering a harder bite there to mark you as his. You were so out of it that it didn't register in the way that it should have. What little pain there was Lox quickly dispersed with more magical healing and gentle kisses.
He continued pumping into you for well over an hour, eliciting enough moans, whimpers, shakes, and shudders from you until your voice was hoarse and your body limp.
And then, just when you thought you would die from all the overstimulation, Lox painted your walls white with a hot load of cum before his knot swelled and kept the two of you together.
"See? No one else can make you feel like this! And you take me just so well my beloved~"
When his knot finally went down he had to stop himself from diving back into you, the sight of you glistening with sweat and leaking his seed went straight to his cock. But he settled for just slipping it between your thighs and grinding into you while you sat on his lap in the bathtub.
Your comfort was the priority and you clearly needed special care after that mind shattering sex.
When you were all cleaned up, he carried you bridal style to his bed and bundled you up in soft blankets, he pressed a loving kiss to your cheek before going off to get you some food and water. Maybe something easy to get down. Perhaps some soup? Since you were still pretty dazed he wondered if you would let him feed you.
You were such a sweet fragile thing and would need to recover your energy for all the activities he had planned for the two of you.
#yandere terato#yandere x reader#yandere teratophilia#monster boyfriend#gender neutral reader#male yandere x gn reader#yandere boyfriend#yandere#My OCs#My OC Lox#Yandere Hybrid#Yandere fox-man#Yandere fox#yandere male#male yandere x reader#yandere oc x reader#yandere fic
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“trouble's always gonna find you, baby. and so will i.” — VI.
notes: criminal!vi, modern au, was gonna add some spicy stuff but i remember i have no skills to write that. made this after listening to that one song over and over again for two weeks;)
criminal!vi who always doing crimes for living, who took you across every state line with her old truck to the very west side of the country, breaking the ATMs when it comes past midnight then hitting the gas to get away from the place before police could arrive, who always sleeping naked next to you in the motel when it gets really hot outside, her hands gently caressing your bare back. the next morning you wake up find her absent from the room, not even five minutes later you find her fighting with another motel guest outside after hearing her shouted “fuck you, you old fuck!” you didn’t know why she was that mad, seeing how bad the bruises that old man got on his left eye. “he hurled slurs at me while I was sitting peacefully outside,” she explained later.
you absolutely knew what she was always doing, even when the first time you met her months ago. vi is a criminal, a well-known wanted person who somehow always managed her way to escape. yet you, brought up in a well-mannered family, found yourself deeply attached to her, head over heels, completely smitten, you even chose to leave your family, embracing the risk, even when your mother threatened to disown you if you dared to step out of that grand house. you swore you'd never leave vi alone, even if she lost what was left of her mind, driven by madness. trouble will always find her, and so will you.
criminal!vi who left you months after the motel incident, three weeks after you both settled in a dilapidated house amidst the prairie, in the middle of nowhere. waking up to find her absence in the bedroom, calling out her name for hours while searching for her throughout the place, only to find a small note tucked between the cushions of an old sofa. “i surrendered myself to the police. you shouldn't have fallen so hard for me because you deserve much better. like your mother said a long time ago, i am nothing but a criminal who would drag your life into an endless chaos. never search for me again.”
#vi arcane x reader#vi x reader#vi arcane#vi x you#arcane x reader#arcane league of legends#lesbian#lgbtq#arcane#vi x y/n
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Imagine.. Cowboy DCA x Y/N that'd be really neat (alynwrench is NOT wild west obsessed)
Smoke & Stars
❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 29❄️❄️
Lots of firsts with this series of requests (not that i'm complaining, it's been fun ^^), I enjoyed writing about the silly cowboys, and I hope that shows :)
Prompt: See Above
Word Count: 2206
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You look out across the expanse of plains in front you, eyes narrowed against the bright sun. It's a beautiful day, though it always is out here, hardly ever a cloud in the sky. Even with the cold weather it's still a pretty sight, a dusting of snow over the ground.
Your cattle much away contently on the grass that peeks out through the snow, sticking relatively together, making your job that much easier. You spit out your tooth pick and click your tongue, urging your horse to move forward.
It wasn't your favorite thing to be out here, alone, watching after your herd like this. The hands you'd hired had up and bailed on you, leaving you high and dry and with less cash. It had infuriated you, and you swore you'd get revenge once you turned back in to your ranch. You didn't take kindly to strangers—much less ones who double crossed you—and this incident reminded you as to why.
A gust of wind goes by, but you hardly feel it. Be that because of your own toughness or the warm coat you're wearing it's hard to say for certain. Regardless, despite the circumstances, there's no place you'd rather be.
You knew it had to be around the holidays now, but you had no interest in celebrating. Your family was gone, sickness or violence claiming them all in one way or another, leaving you to care for the ranch on your own. All you had now was it and the cattle.
Your horse snorts, seeming to know your thoughts. You chuckle to yourself, and of course, Felicity, you had her too.
You decide you'll venture out up ahead, see what's in store for you as you make your way back home. It'll be about a week's long trip, and then you'll be there to stay for the next few months. You click your heel against your horse's side, picking up pace as you ride.
The crunch of the snow and the blowing wind are all you can hear as you ride. It's thrilling, taking in the open expanse like this, you'll never tire of it. You ride out aways, and when you turn back you just barely make out the herd. Out here, in the silence like this, it's peaceful, truly. Though you'd rather be viewing it from your front porch than out on the prairie like this.
All of the sudden, you become aware of two specks, larger than cows, approaching your cattle. You feel your serene smile become a concerned frown. Turning around entirely, you hurry back and upon closer inspection you find that your suspicions were correct; someone's approaching your cows.
Specifically, two someone's and your fear spikes in your heart. Surely those bastards hadn’t come back, not after abandoning you like this. As you gallop closer you search for your pistol, hand gripping it tightly as you approach. You snap open the chamber, thankful it's fully loaded.
You aren't afraid to shoot someone if you have to at this point. And out here, all you can assume is hostility based on your past experiences. You won't be taking any chances. Though, you'll have to be careful, a shot could spook the herd, and you don't need to be chasing them that one reference i can’t think of currently. Therefore, it'll have to be your last resort. But you aren't afraid to throw fists, especially with the likes of these two.
Color you surprised when as you come to a stop in front of the two rogue riders that they're not the hands you'd hired.
You know for certain, because you'd hired two humans.
"Howdy there, friend." The sunny one says, tipping his hat to you.
The other just nods, scowl on his features.
You're sure you have the same expression. Still, you keep your calm. For now. "Howdy. Can I help you two?"
"We saw these cows here out on their lonesome and figured they were lost." The first animatronic nods to your cattle. "Realize now that they're with you I'm guessin'?"
You snap open your pack to grab a toothpick, your habit to keep from smoking. "They belong to me, actually. Now, might I ask why you two fellas are out here lookin' for cattle?" Your hand grips your iron, not subtly, mind you. You need to make a statement. "Or are you looking for trouble? Because if so, you best move along."
The yellow animatronic cringes just a tinge, and the other scoffs. You turn your attention to the later. "Got somethin' you want to say there, fella?"
"I do actually." He moves his course a bit closer, so now you're only a foot or two apart. You narrow your eyes, but keep quiet as he speaks. "We've got our own herd to worry about, over yonder. And while it ain't my business, seems suspicious you're out here on your lonesome like this, claiming these as your own."
You move closer now, leaning in so you're just inches apart. "You're right. It ain't your business. So you best move along now. Before I do something you regret."
A sharp clap interrupts your staring contest with the moon bot, who's almost snarling but snaps his attention to the other animatronic, you glance over as well.
He rides over, coming in between the two of you. "We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. We should've introduced ourselves. I'm Sun. He's Moon." Sun extends his hand out to you. "And your name, partner?"
You eye his hand a moment, and decide to trust the gesture. Your hand grips his for a firm shake. "Y/N."
"Lovely to meet you, darlin'." Sun winks as he lifts your hand to his faceplate briefly, then lets you go. "I apologize on his behalf, we've been a bit cautious because of some robbers a few days back."
Moon huffs, but doesn't say anything.
You roll your eyes, turning back to Sun. "They wouldn't have happened to be riding a brown Appaloosa and a grey Mustang, would they?"
Their eyes both widen a fraction, sharing a look before turning back to you.
"How would you know that?" Moon's spits.
You scoff. "Because those are the hands that ran off with my cash and left me out here in the dead of winter." You shake your head, lost in your anger for a moment. "Couple of good for nothings is what they are. Should've known better than to trust folks like that."
Again, the two bots share a silent exchange, before Sun turns to you. "Could you give us a moment, Sunbeam?"
"Sure." You drawl. You click your heel against Felicity, ride back to your cattle.
You observe the two animatronics discuss back and forth from a distance for a bit, before they ride over to you. While you're suspicious of them, they don't seem to be a threat, especially if what they said is true. Though, you could never be too careful, you keep your pistol hot, thumbing over the hammer as they approach.
They both come to a stop just in front of you. A respectable distance, you note.
"We have a proposition for you, friend. If you're interested." Sun says.
You tilt your head, then nod. "I'm listening."
"Three's better than two, and one for that matter." Moonstates, blunt.
Sun continues for him. "With bandits still out there potentially, we'd stand a better chance together than apart. What would you say to traveling as one group for a bit?"
You shift your toothpick around with your tongue. "How long?"
"Depends on where you're headin'." Sun shrugs, then points behind you. "Our ranch is that direction, we can split off whenever you choose, and if we reach our place before you reach yours, you're welcome to stay a few days and recoup. Sure the boss man won't mind."
You consider the offer, mulling it over. It would be nice to have some extra bodies for a few days, you're facing the same threat, seemingly. There is of course, the gnawing fact in the back of your head that they could be tricking you all the same. But, be it because of that little smile on Sun's face, or your own—admittedly—soft heart, you decide to take your chances. Just this once.
You nod. "Alright. I accept. Your boss smart enough to mark his cows?"
"Who isn't?" Moon asks, snarkily, you'll add.
You chuckle. "More people than you'd think. There's some stupid people out here."
"Had the pleasure of encountering them, have you?"
You nod. "More than once."
You stare at each other a moment, then Moon scoffs though there's a laugh mixed in, you think. He starts to head back the direction they came. "I'll go round up the herd. Go find a place you want to set up camp come nightfall."
He gallops off then, leaving you with Sun.
"Was that directed at you or me?" You turn to him. "Because I don't take kindly to demands."
Sun deflates with a small sigh. "Honestly? Hard to say with him."
"I figured."
Over the course of the next week, you find yourself charmed by the two hands you've acquired as riding buddies. To your genuine surprise. Sun's naturally charismatic, always chatting, cracking quips left and right. Not to mention, quite the flirt.
You don't buy into it, of course, seeing right through him. But, you can't deny it does make your heart flutter every so often. Especially when he leans in close, hand gripping your chin as he sings your praises. Surely it's just part of a grander act, you argue.
As for Moon, after a prank of dumping snow in his wake, giving him quite the wakeup as you sit around the fire that second morning, you develop a playful back and forth. Much less hostile compared to your previous one. He also flirts, but in more of a challenging manner than his counterpart.
You enjoy many long days and late nights with the two. Huddling close around the fire, swapping stories from days long past. Racing across the plains, not a care in the world for some short, sweet moment. Dancing under the stars, laughing, joking, lots more flirting—just, living. Living life how you maybe should have for a while now, but never had the chance.
Your heart aches a little when you finally arrive at your ranch, which ended up being the closer of the two in the end. Once things get a bit settled, you're standing on your porch, about to say your goodbyes. Though at this point, you really don't want to. Not yet, at least. Who'd've thought you'd be thinking like that a week ago? Certainly not you, that's for damn sure.
You're leaning against your open door frame, leaking out heat from inside but you don't care at the moment.
You bite your lip, considering what you're about to do carefully as they walk up onto your porch.
Sun wipes his hands, hopping up to sit on your railing. "Well, should be sorted out now. Double checked to be sure. If we snagged any of yours by mistake we'll be sure to return 'em quick."
"I appreciate that." You say.
Moon leans against the pillar by the step, arms crossed. "And if you got one of ours, we'll be back quick for 'em, too."
"I appreciate that too." You chuckle, then sigh. You stare at the ground a moment, then work up your courage. It's now or never. "Listen, this past week it, it's not what I was expecting. Not in the slightest. Maybe I'm just lonely, maybe I've lost it a bit bein' out here on my own so long but," You look up to them. "Maybe it's a bit more than that. A lot more, really."
You take a deep breath. "Would, would you two want to stay a few extra days? Or, or more? I don't know how much a rush you're in to get back but, I'd really like it if you'd come visit sometime at least. Hell, I'll even pay you to help out even." You feel embarrassed now, ducking your head. "I just, don't want to lose this now that I've got it. Sorry, this was foolish of me. Forget I said anything. Have a safe trip." You turn to go back inside, but a firm hand on your wrist stops you.
Looking down, you see it's Moon. And looking behind him you see Sun's hopped off the railing, also ready to reach out to you.
"We'd like that." Moon shifts his grip to hold your hand. "Or at least, I'd like that. Sun can speak for himself."
He leans in, head tilted slightly. "I'd also be very interested. Probably more so, honestly."
This triggers an argument, stopped only by your laughter. You shake your head, and taking Sun's hand start to pull them both inside your home. "Well don't just stand there, come in."
They both follow after you willingly, and as you drag them along behind you, you can't the grin on your face.
No matter what happens, something tells you that you won't be spending this time of year alone any longer.
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Thank you @alynwrench for the request! Probably not entirely accurate to y'alls fic, but hopefully it was a fun little read ^-^
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Cryptid of the Day: Rolling Prairie Monster
Description: Floyd R. Hancock claimed that on October 27th, 1969, he was abducted from his trailer home by a winged monster. Floyd woke up to find the creature hunched over his baby sister’s cradle, before the thing turned its sights on him. He claims he didn’t remember what happened after he was taken, but the whole incident was seen by his grandmother.
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Hazing is one of the most idiotic things ever perpetrated on college campuses. It is mostly a fraternity and sports team thing but occasionally can involve other organizations.
This week, President Biden signed H.R.5646 - The Stop Campus Hazing Act which is designed to prevent hazing.
A bill sparked by a dangerous hazing incident that left a Minnesota native with permanent brain injuries was signed into law by President Joe Biden this week that will require colleges and universities to report hazing incidents to the public. Danny Santulli of Eden Prairie suffered permanent alcohol-induced brain injuries following a hazing incident at a University of Missouri fraternity after he was reportedly forced to drink a gallon of vodka during an initiation ceremony in 2021. The injuries left him unable to speak or walk.
Seriously, a gallon of vodka? A group of people who require such mindlessly dangerous behavior is not worth being part of.
Under the legislation, colleges will be required to report hazing incidents in an annual security report. It also will help establish anti-hazing education programs on college campuses and require colleges and universities to publish hazing prevention policies on their websites and organizations that may have violated those guidelines.
Technically, H.R.5646 doesn't outlaw hazing. Laws regarding assault, intimidation, and reckless endangerment are part of state and local law enforcement. But under this new law, campuses are required to report to the federal government hazing incidents and to engage in hazing prevention programs.
Presumably the hazing reports will be made available by the feds in a database.
A 2008 study found that over half of college students in athletics and other extracurriculars go through hazing. Between 2000 and 2021 there were more than 50 hazing-related deaths in the U.S. NBC News reports.
Any organization which requires you to do dangerously idiotic things to become a member is obviously made up of a bunch of idiots.
#hazing#stop campus hazing act#h.r. 5646#college campuses#joe biden#118th congress#danny santulli#amy klobuchar
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Gardening goals for 2025!
Now that I’ve been in our new house for a year (well, it’ll be a year in February) I’ve figured out all the little microclimates of my yard and what will do best where! I’ve mentally divided up my yard into zones based on their microclimates.
Zone 1 (front yard)
This is the hottest part of the yard! In the front I plan to do a prairie style garden, with a couple of smaller trees and some shrubs to help keep the sun off the house, hopefully this will lower energy usage when it comes to AC in the summer. This will also muffle road noise, because we’re right up against the road and we get a lot of 18-wheelers on our road.
Zone 2 (left side of the yard)
I’ll use this as a transition area, continuing the prairie style garden but add a few more fruit & flowering trees/shrubs. I need trees/shrubs here because in my backyard I have seen lightning bugs and I want to shield their habitat from any light coming from the road, because any light disturbance can disrupt mating rituals. But I also get a lot of sun in this area too, and I need to again protect the house from the sun and also put species that like full sun. There’s a gate on our fence that opens into the neighbors yard and so if I get a lot of fruit it’ll be easy to bring her some!
Zone 3 (right side of the yard)
The property next to us is unused woodland, so this area doesn’t get a lot of sun and it stays pretty moist. This is where I put my pineapple guavas and I want to add some more shade loving plants. Definitely want to put some rhododendrons here. (I had one, but my brother in law beheaded it when he offered to come and cut the grass in the yard over the summer 😔)
Zone 4 (mid back yard)
This is the unwooded part of the back yard. I’ve put a couple of raised garden beds for my annual fruits and veggies, and I plan to eventually have 4 garden beds, and an outdoor lounge area. (Hoping to find an outdoor dining set at a thrift store, I’ve seen a couple at habitat for humanity. If my stepdad ends up getting a new set, I’ll ask for his old one)
This is where I’ve started planning some paths and in-ground garden beds, and this is where the yard will transition into a woodland/food forest garden. The backyard gets just about as hot as the front, and while a lot of plants in the summer enjoy the heat they don’t enjoy that much heat. I also want a moon gate for my purple passionflower vines that grow here.
Further to the back where we have more trees is the hole that I plan to put a wildlife pond, and where I see the most lightning bugs. I plan to just use the clay method to seal it (no plastic!) and even if it just becomes an ephemeral pond that’s still great for wildlife. I’ll add some native grasses to help the lightning bugs (they use grass to perch on during mating season) this is another moist area of the yard (which explains the lightning bugs, they like moisture during larval stages) so I’m hoping for some frogs & toads in the future.
Zone 5 (very back of the back yard)
(Nearly) Fully wooded, just not too overly dense in most areas. I have to get rid of some Chinese privet, Chinese honeysuckle, and Bradford pears that have germinated but it’s mostly natives. I’m going to thin the thicker areas and plant some native plants for wildlife and some nut trees. It’s far enough from the house that any large fruit trees will go back here. (Hurricanes are no joke, especially after Helene I want to be really cautious of keeping small trees near the house and large ones as far away as possible) this is the area that the rattlesnake incident happened! The paths from the mid-backyard will continue back here, and this is where I can put more shade-loving/tolerant native wildflowers. (Like our native iris, love her)
So the goals?
-get some native grass seed (big bluestem, little bluestem, purple love grass. Pink muhly grass, etc. I’ll take any suggestions from my fellow southerners)
-thin overcrowded trees
-use those logs ^ to line the paths (I get paths, and insects get homes, win/win!)
-get some more wildflower seeds! I’ve collected the more common ones, now I need to figure out some of the forgotten species that local wildlife might need
-get some baby trees. I posted before that I get a lot from Etsy, and that will continue. I tend to find native species fairly cheap on there. I also need to keep a look out for any deals going on at gardening centers.
-clear out invasives. The invasive privet is enemy #1 and it’s on sight cause they grow fast
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Wishbone draws the wrath of a Comanche tribe when he recues an elderly tribe member.
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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY
based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … November 16
42 BC – Tiberius, Roman emperor, born (d.37 AD); second Roman Emperor, from the death of Augustus in CE 14 until his own death in 37 AD. Tiberius was by birth a Claudian, son of Tiberius Claudius Nero and Livia Drusilla. His mother divorced his father and was remarried to Octavian Augustus in 39 BC. Tiberius would later marry Augustus' daughter Julia the Elder (from an earlier marriage) and even later be adopted by Augustus and by this act he became a Julian. The subsequent emperors after Tiberius would continue this blended dynasty of both families for the next forty years; historians have named it the Julio-Claudian dynasty.
Tiberius was the predecessor to Caligula and he was certainly the appropriate curtain-raiser. His sexual excesses were widely known, especially when he "retired" to Capri, governing Rome via correspondence, and becoming the patron saint of that future gay mecca. Suetonius reported that Tiberius trained young boys, whom he called his "minnows," to stay between his legs while he was swimming so they could lick and nibble him until he came. Suetonius reports that Tiberius can be credited with the "daisy chain" or spintriae - a conga line of people joined front and back in sexual congress.
1502 – Sandro Botticelli (c.1445- 1510) is accused of sodomy but the charges were dropped. The summary of the charge reads: "Botticelli keeps a boy." Botticelli was an Italian painter of the Early Renaissance. He belonged to the Florentine School under the patronage of Lorenzo de Medici. Botticelli’s posthumous reputation suffered until the late 19th century; since then, his work has been seen to represent the linear grace of Early Renaissance painting.
1942 – Barton Lidice Beneš, born in Hackensack, New Jersey (d.2012), was an artist who lived and worked in New York City. He studied at Pratt Institute, Brooklyn, New York and Beaux-Arts, Avignon, France.
His father, the son of Czech immigrants gave him his middle name in memory of Lidice, the Czech town destroyed by the Nazis that year. He grew up in Queens with Czech-born grandparents, who instilled in him a dedication to the Roman Catholic traditions of reliquaries and memorials to the dead.
Barton Beneš' art incorporated shadow boxes filled with bits and pieces that revealed the myths and ironies of life. The fragments in Beneš' work often involved famous people and events, from a piece of Elizabeth Taylor's shoe to a crumb from the wedding cake of the Prince of Wales. His travelling exhibition series about AIDS, "Lethal Weapons," was the focus of an independent documentary film released in 1997. "Lethal Weapons" consisted of 30 vessels such as a water pistol, an atomizer, and hollow darts, all filled with the artist's or other people's HIV-infected blood.
Another work, "Brenda," was a wall relief carpeted with red AIDS-awareness ribbons and slathered with a coat of gray paste made from the cremated remains of a woman who had died of AIDS. "I absolutely hate those [AIDS] ribbons," he said, contending that wearing them did nothing more than assuage people's consciences.
Although galleries and museums refused to show this work, they were displayed without incident at the North Dakota Museum of Art in 1993. Beneš did not forget the courage and commitment to art of this prairie institution. When he died he left instructions to be cremated and have his remains placed in a pillowcase on his bed. The bed was the central part Beneš last completed and most personal work, his 850-square-foot home in Greenwich Village containing thousands of objects including masks and religious relics and the mementoes and remains of his loved ones. This enormous piece with its thousands of contents will be moved to Grand Forks, North Dakota, where they will be exhibited in a replica of the apartment
Among the museums that have acquired his works are the Chicago Art Institute, the National Museum of American Art, the National Gallery of Australia, and most importantly the North Dakota Museum of Art.
Scott Wittman (L) with Marc Shaiman
1955 – Born: Lyricist and director Scott Wittman, who, with composer Marc Shaiman, his partner in life and collaborator in theater, film, and television projects, has a long list of credits in the entertainment industry. Their work on the musical version of John Waters' Hairspray earned Tony and Grammy awards in 2003.
Both Shaiman and Wittman grew up in the vicinity of New York City, the former in Scotch Plains, New Jersey, and the latter in Nyack, New York. Both were fascinated with musical theater from an early age and dreamed of careers on Broadway. Shaiman played piano with local community theater groups from the time that he was twelve, and Wittman apprenticed in summer stock in his hometown. Such was their love for the stage that they both cut high school classes to travel into New York for matinees.
Wittman attended Emerson College in Boston but left after two years to pursue a career as a writer and director in musical theater in New York. In the city's East Village he crossed paths with Shaiman, who had quit high school at sixteen to join the New York musical scene. Wittman was directing a show at a club in Greenwich Village when Shaiman came in and started playing the piano. Wittman promptly hired him. They subsequently fell in love and have been a couple since 1979.
The two soon began collaborating professionally, writing songs that Shaiman describes as "full of anarchy and joy."
Since 1997 Shaiman and Wittman have contributed and directed music for the Academy Awards presentation show. At the same time Wittman, who humorously calls himself "a great diva wrangler," has directed concerts. In addition to working with Bette Midler, he has had a long association with Patti LuPone and has worked with Christine Ebersole, Raquel Welch, Dame Edna Everage (Barry Humphries), and Lypsinka among many others.
Shaiman and Wittman's greatest triumph thus far is Hairspray, an adaptation of the 1988 John Waters movie for the musical stage. Shaiman and Wittman wrote the music, and Mark O'Donnell and Thomas Meehan the book for the play.
The show dominated the 2003 Tony Awards, winning eight, including best musical and best score. At the end of their acceptance speeches Shaiman declared to Wittman, "I love you, and I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you." The couple then embraced and shared a long and tender kiss. News outlets around the world took note of this affecting moment.
1964 – Waheed Alli, Baron Alli is a British multimillionaire media entrepreneur and politician. He was co-founder and managing director of Planet 24, a TV production company, and managing director at Carlton Television Productions. He was, until November 2012, chairman of ASOS.com. He is the chairman of Silvergate Media, which purchased two of the media rights previously held by Chorion Ltd, where Alli was former chairman. He is a Labour life peer and is described as one of only a few openly gay Muslim politicians in the world.
In British political terms he is considered Asian, though both of his parents are from the Caribbean. His mother, a nurse, is from Trinidad, and his estranged father, a mechanic, is from British Guiana (now Guyana). His mother was Hindu and his father Muslim; he has two brothers, one of each faith. He was named one of the 20 most important Asians in British media in 2005. At the same time, he maintains ties with his Caribbean roots, both with other British-Guyanese politicians such as Valerie Amos and Trevor Phillips, and with President Bharrat Jagdeo.
Alli joined the Labour Party at the persuasion of his neighbour Emily Thornberry, to whom he remains close. He is also close to Anji Hunter, Director of Government Relations in Tony Blair's first government. Prime Minister Blair used him for years as a means to help him reach out to a younger generation (aka "yoof culture"), and as such he is considered one of "Tony's Cronies". He was made a life peer as Baron Alli, of Norbury in the London Borough of Croydon, on 18 July 1998 at the age of 34, becoming the youngest and the first openly gay peer in Parliament. He sits on the Labour benches in the House of Lords. The BBC summarised his appointment as "the antithesis of the stereotypical 'establishment' peer – young, Asian and from the world of media and entertainment".
Alli has used his political position to argue for gay rights. He spearheaded the campaign to repeal Section 28. He advocated lowering the age of consent for homosexuals from 18 to 16, equal to heterosexuals; this eventually became law as the Sexual Offences (Amendment) Act 2000. It was during a heated exchange with conservative opponents, led by Baroness Young, that he informed his fellow peers that he was gay. In April 1999, he said in a speech, "I have never been confused about my sexuality. I have been confused about the way I am treated as a result of it. The only confusion lies in the prejudice shown, some of it tonight [i.e. in the House], and much of it enshrined in the law."
In 2009, he spearheaded an effort to repeal clauses in the Civil Partnership Act 2004 which prohibited religious institutions from conducting the ceremonies on their premises. This campaign culminated in a bipartisan amendment, which became part of the Equality Act 2010.
2007 – Breakfast With Scot - In 2006, straight Canadian actor Tom Cavanagh began filming Breakfast with Scot, in which he plays a gay retired hockey player who becomes an adoptive father to a young boy. The film, released on this day in 2007, drew attention as the first gay-themed film ever to win approval from a major league sports franchise to use its real name and logo; Cavanagh's character formerly played for the Toronto Maple Leafs.
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Rain, Wind, Fire
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"It is loud."
"Ain't it? I like the rain. Great weather for sneakin' up on someone. Can't hear nothin' all around and the visibility is garbage. If you wanna kill someone, this is what you want. Perfect weather for a hit."
"It is also perfect weather for a hit on you."
"Awww... You thinkin' about hitting on me, Moondust? That's flattering."
"Ugh."
The tall prairie grasses outside the ruined building were being pressed flat by the force of the wind. The rain was moving near-sideways. The Drifter and Eris Morn stood just inside a crumbling archway which, in the past, probably had doors, but was now just open to the outside. Both were very wet but grateful to be out of the rain.
"How long do we think it will last?"
"Well, I'd get my ghost to pull up a weather report, except the storm's mangling the signal. Same reason we ain't transmatting out of here right now. Me? I can come back from a mangled transmat incident. But uh... you can't."
"Hmmm.. "
"My best guess is probably a few hours. Can't sustain something like this for long. It'll blow itself out."
"Are Summer storms here always this violent?"
"Out here? Yeah. This whole area is just flat for days in all directions. Makes for some fantastic amounts of wind and when the storms happen they do not screw around. Should be a hell of a show though."
"Hmmm..."
"Don't 'hmmm' at me. You're the one that wanted to come here."
"Because of the lay line anomalies Mara and Ikora asked me to investigate."
"Look, if it gets bad, can't we just use one of your Hive portals to go into the Ascendant plane and wait it out there?"
Eris frowned. "You were not paying attention during the mission briefing."
"Course not. It's your mission. I'm just along for the ride. I don't work for Ikora. That's your department."
Eris took a deep breath and let out a long, frustrated sigh.
"We were sent to perceive the lay line activity from this side because of all the interference on the Ascendant side."
"Huh. Maybe they got storms there too."
Eris turned toward him, cocking her head and staring at him intently with her three Hive-green eyes.
"What?" he asked, awkwardly.
"That hypothesis is... not without merit."
He looked over at her in the dim light, confused. "Does that mean you think it's a good idea or you think it's stupid?"
She stared back at him. "Yes."
"Ha!"
"But, then, are these... weather phenomena... connected?"
"Dunno 'bout the Ascendant side of things but this side has been like this every Summer for a while."
"How long is a while?"
"As long as I can remember... so... at least uh... five centuries? Memory's a bit fuzzy beyond that and I don't necessarily know where the hell I was at any given point in time but... at least that long."
"You were here five centuries ago?"
"Somewhere around here... and uh...give or take a few hundred years, yeah. I been all over."
"Hmmm..."
Lightning split the sky and illuminated their shelter briefly, revealing Eris' small smile.
"Ooo this is gonna be a big one."
Chain lightning rippled along the undersides of the clouds, skittering across the sky from one side of the horizon to the other, once more illuminating their faces. Eris' smile had grown.
"What's that smile for? Good memory?"
"Yes." She said the word quietly. Her voice was warm.
"Wanna share with the rest of the class?"
"A different time. A different storm. Ikora would fly and I would cling to her. She would lift us both. I would charge myself with Arc energy and..."
"Hold up. You and Ikora made yourselves into human lightning rods?"
"No. A lightning rod is fixed to a point that touches the ground. We remained in the sky."
"Damn! You were both nuts!"
"It was a very long time ago, before the Great Hunt, before Ikora changed herself, before the Hellmouth. We had not been Risen long. Our existence was different then, simpler. And... yes... I suppose... we were both a bit... nuts."
"No kidding. How many times did you die from that?"
"Not as often as we should have. But, being struck repeatedly, gathering the storm, letting it crackle over and through us... it was... invigorating."
"Invigorating. And people say I do weird and dangerous shit."
"You do. Recently, quite a lot of it in conjunction with me."
"I mean, yeah. Ain't no one else I'd rather do weird dangerous shit with."
"Hmmm... What is the purpose of this structure? It cannot have been living quarters."
"Church would be my guess. It's made of stone. The old-old churches are often made outta stone. It's why they last."
"What did they worship, I wonder?"
"Probably one of the old gods. Hopefully no one gets mad at us bringin' a new god in here. Ha!"
"I am a god no longer and was not worshiped by humanity."
"Not with that attitude."
"Tsch."
"I wonder if we can find enough stuff to make a fire." The Drifter began to peer into the rest of the building.
"Probably not from within. Anything organic will have long since crumbled to dust."
"There's a tree over there." He pointed outside. "Stay in here and I'll go get it."
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"Whooeee!" The Drifter, sopping wet, smoldering, smelling of burnt hair and ozone, dragged a small tree trunk partially into the crumbling building through the doorway, dropped it on the stone floor and leaned against one of the walls, breathing heavily. "That was what we call... electrifying!"
Eris crouched next to him as he slid down the wall. She touched her fingertips to his temple and regarded him carefully. "I had hoped you would escape unscathed."
"Yeah well... I got scathed... and it didn't even kill me! That is one hell of a storm, though."
Eris used her thumb to wipe away a small trickle of blood coming out of his nose. "Using Arc energy to redirect the lightning strike was clever," she said as she continued examining him, concern on her face.
"Thank you," he smiled up at her sheepishly. "Just a bit singed is all."
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Mostly. Teeth hurt and everything's real blurry. Wasn't sure I'd be able to hear ya once I got back but my ears are recovering and..." He gestured proudly. "I got us a tree!"
"So you did." Eris stood and began pulling off smaller twigs, making a pile while the Drifter pulled off first one boot and then the other, emptying the water from them onto the stone floor.
"You'd think it'd be done raining by now," he said. "Still comin' down wicked hard. Where'd all that water come from anyway?"
"The sky."
"I can see that. I mean where'd it come from before it got to the sky?"
"The ocean, most likely. That is generally how weather happens. Besides, it is probably highly beneficial for the ecosystem."
"Any more beneficial and we're gonna flood. Plains is pancake flat. This much water don't got nowhere to go."
"Thankfully the base of this structure is somewhat elevated."
"Yup. Might even have a basement if we're lucky. Summer storms are wild times."
Eris stepped back from a sizable pile of twigs, expertly stacked. "May I have a light?"
"Yeah." The Drifter blinked a few times to clear his vision before snapping his fingers. A mote of solar fire flew from his hand to land in the pile Eris had created. He concentrated on it for a few moments to make sure it caught.
"If it has a basement," Eris continued as she began to add more twigs, "it is undoubtedly flooded. Basements without maintenance for centuries will not be water-tight."
"Good point. But if the sky turns green, it don't matter if it's flooded. We go swimmin' if we have to."
She looked up from the fire, her three eyes narrowing slightly. "Why?"
"Ever hear of a thing called a tornado?"
"Yes. Is that a concern here?"
"Yup. Summertime ain't all sunshine and beach parties, Moondust. Nature is violent and scary."
"Hmmm... I appreciate it. Outside of geomagnetic anomalies and solar storms there really is no weather on the Moon."
There was a loud crack accompanied by flickering brilliant white light. The ground shuddered. Rocks tumbled down farther behind them where the roof had partially caved in at the back.
"Yup. That hit the building."
"I'm glad we were able to find a building."
"I'm glad we got a fire now," he said, scooching closer to the flames. "This is downright nice, Moondust. You're good at this."
"I am accustomed to existing away from civilization. Unfortunately, I have not located any food and you, I am certain, are going to be hungry."
"Oh, I'm always hungry."
He wriggled his eyebrows up at her.
Eris sighed and he could have sworn her eyes rolled a little bit behind the cloth which obscured them from view. Her obvious irritation brought a delighted smile to his face.
"I brought food though," he added. "Let's see what we got!" The Drifter began rummaging in a backpack.
"Of course you would bring food."
"We been doing this enough now, I know better than to go on one of your mystical scavenger hunts without emergency rations. Alright, alright, alright. We got..."
He waved his hands over a bare section of stone as though it were a table and he was performing a magic show. He shook a tea towel, seemingly pulled from the air, and held it in front of his knees like a curtain before pulling it back with a flourish to reveal each item as he announced it.
"...jerky... Drifter's very own home-made granola bars... and..." Another flourish. "...dried fruit."
Eris smirked from across the fire and gave him some half-hearted silent applause.
He bowed dramatically from his knees, scooped up all the items into the towel, and placed them between them both near the fire.
"What kind of jerky?" Eris asked as she added more wood to the flames.
"Uh... not sure... I made it months ago... I don't remember... could be rabbit, could be deer, could be Hive..."
Eris heaved a deep sigh.
"Give me a piece." She held out her hand.
"Of the jerky?"
"Yes."
He handed her a palm-sized section of dried meat. She nibbled on a corner of it and sat thoughtfully chewing for a few moments.
"It is not Hive."
"And you're telling this from... the flavour?"
She fixed him in an intense but expressionless gaze. "Yes."
"Hehehehehe." The delight was plain on his face. "Oh, I like you. I like you so much."
"I am aware."
The thunder outside grumbled far less intensely than before.
"It seems to be moving past us at least," Eris said as she continued to eat the jerky.
"Ya know, some people might consider this romantic."
"And the Hive consider murder to be an act of love. What some people think is hardly relevant. There will always be someone, somewhere, who thinks something idiotic."
"Ok, but just the two of us caught in a storm, the rain bangin' down on the ruins, nice warm fire, half a tree, the thunder an' lightnin' ragin' outside, staring into each other's eyes across the flames. It's pretty romantic, don't ya think?"
"No. I do not."
"What? Ain't you never wanted to be kissed in the rain?"
"I have been kissed in the rain. It was not exciting."
"Well..." His eyes glittered. "Maybe it's because you weren't bein' kissed by me."
"Highly doubtful." She ate the last of the jerky and lifted up a granola bar in two fingers, examining it with suspicion. The firelight caused flitting shadows to dance across her face.
One of the tree-branches in the fire split and sent embers floating up to the ceiling as the rain sliced sideways outside.
"I ain't never kissed anyone in the rain," the Drifter said quietly, staring out of the arched stone doorway.
"How is that even possible? You are ancient."
"I am, but I ain't never been in the rain with someone I wanted to, who was... also willing to let me."
The rain changed direction. There was a pause, as though the sky itself had taken a breath, and then the rain resumed. It was no longer moving sideways and was simply falling straight down. The sky periodically illuminated the wide horizon with lightning and the thunder still rumbled as though huge invisible bison were stampeding across the plains, but the violence of the storm was clearly dying down to simple heavy downpour.
Eris sighed deeply. "We only just got dry."
The Drifter shrugged. "Ok," he said, his voice soft.
Eris sighed again even more deeply, and stood. She held out her hand to him.
The Drifter's face split into one of his classic overly-wide and toothy grins as he reached up and took her hand, letting her pull him to his feet.
"You are insufferable."
"You love it," the Drifter whispered into the cloth next to Eris' ear before stepping back and pulling her out into the storm.
Be sure to check out the rest of the zine! It's full of art and writing from multiple people, including several pieces written by me!
#solarembracevol5#d2artevents#destiny 2#writing#imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese#the drifter#eris morn#drifteris#drifter/eris#the drifter/eris morn#zine#fanzine#cs member writing#rain wind fire
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Everything I learn about Rose Wilder Lane makes me more and more aware that she was a hilariously outrageous person who needs a movie made about her immediately.
After leaving Missouri, she moves to California and marries a real-estate guy who once tried to get her to help him con the railroad.
She gets hired at a San Francisco newspaper known for its yellow journalism, where she does things like writing a series of columns featuring the "real-life stories of a police detective" who, in real life, was a high-end jewel thief.
Her first book is a first-person "autobiography" of Charlie Chaplin that she (after a few interviews with Chaplin) completely made up, and that Charlie Chaplin immediately threatened to sue her publisher for.
Her second book is a biography of Jack London, which his wife only reluctantly allowed her to write because Rose presented herself as "someone who had never written for the newspapers before and needs a chance to break into the magazines." This book was also almost entirely fictional, and her publisher also almost got sued over it.
Third biography is the first-ever biography of Herbert Hoover, also a heavily-fictionalized account. (Doesn't seem to have been sued for this one. Steps in the right direction!)
Traveled as a reporter through Europe (to places like Albania and Poland) post-WWI. (If we want to talk about legal things that she did).
Wrote a book based on Laura's late-childhood pioneer experiences while Laura was writing the early books of the Little House series, and did not tell Laura about it. (Laura was ticked off).
Kept trying to insert a story into Laura's memoirs (and Little House on the Prairie) casting Pa as a member of a posse that hunted down the infamous (and never-caught) serial-killing Bender family (despite the fact that this was historically impossible). (It got to the point that Laura herself told this story to the public as an example of "a true story I couldn't out in my children's book." Despite the fact, I say again, that this was historically impossible).
During WWII, endured a minor incident (it involved one cop coming to her house) where the FBI investigated her as a potential communist based on a postcard she sent that was critical of the government. Turned this into a short story that presented herself as the righteously-outraged American citizen fighting against an oppressive government, and used this to whip up a nationwide media campaign against J. Edgar Hoover for spying on American citizens.
Flew to Vietnam as a war reporter when she was in her seventies.
#history is awesome#rose wilder lane#little house#i finally finished pioneer girl perspectives#to think i didn't even want to read the essay about the bender family#i skipped over it and left it til last#cuz i thought it would just rehash the fact vs fiction stuff i've seen covered elsewhere#turns out it was about the history of yellow journalism and provided most of the facts i've listed#(i was today years old when i learned that 'yellow journalism' was short for 'yellow kid journalism')#(and it came from a popular 'yellow kid' cartoon character that hearst and pulitzer both fought over to get into their papers)#also it turns out the bender family was a popular yellow journalism topic (because they'd never been found so people could make stuff up)#usually the stories centered around posses that found and killed them#but my favorite is the story that they made a hot air balloon from a natural gas deposit in a swamp in kansas#and escaped over the gulf of mexico#until their balloon popped and they landed on a passing ship where one of them could make a deathbed confession#history is awesome but the history of fake history is its own special kind of awesome
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Some Fic Recs
I've been reading a lot of fanfiction lately and also organizing my Ao3 bookmarks into collections, so I thought I might as well share some recommendations on here.
Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation:
if you ever feel alone, don’t - a fun texting fic about the juniors trying to get WangXian together
save a sword, ride a socialist - very unhinged modern au fake dating WangXian, but also very fun and mostly lighthearted
on the unfortunate termination of your betrothal - approx. 15 years post-canon Jin Ling/Lan Sizhui that somehow end up in some sort of situationship after Lan Sizhui's fiancée calls off the wedding; it's very tender and just a lot of emotions
Gremlin Twitter Boyfriend - a lovely multivoice cast podfic, modern au fake dating WangXian, just very funny and lighthearted
Dream SMP/SBI:
How to Smile with Bloody Teeth - bedrock bros fluff where Tommy is the blood god and Techno is his last devout believer; it also has two sequels, one about Phil and on about Wilbur; a lot of very fun dramatic irony in the entire series
It's Not Arson, It's Team-building - tntduo modern au where they're both counselors at a summer camp and Wilbur is very melancholy because it's his last summer as a counselor
six fly amongst bloody stars - Aria Cinabun's lesser known space au, I believe, where Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, Purpled, Drista and Lani are a crew of space vigilantes that accept a job to kidnap senator Nihachu in order to save a planet which makes them the number one most wanted criminals in the galaxy
take this compass, follow it home - a sbi foster fic that deals with neurodivergency and self-worth issues; it's not sad but defintely heavy at times
[Podfic] CLASSIFIEDS. - a multivoice podfic, SCP au sbi told through incident reports and files on supernatural beings that are being held at the SCP foundation
Stray Kids RPF:
the book of us: electricity - Seungjin highschool au, they meet by chance on twitter during Seungmin's second to last year of highschool; just a very real down-to-earth story about teenagers, not knowing what the future holds and about not living the teenage dream; it also has a very eloquent writing style imo
pathos prairie - Minsung modern au, slice-of-life, in which Han has OCD and struggles with internalized homophobia, very down-to-earth, has a reoccurring them of the number 3 which ties in with the OCD plot, has its tender moments but also gets quite heavy
Merlin:
The Student Prince - modern university au with magic Merthur, where Merlin is the most powerful wizard of his generation and supposed to protect Arthur, but Arthur is also his roommate and really fucking annoying (I linked the podfic bc it's very lovely, but you can obviously also read it)
FayJay's Merlin fics are generally very good, if you want to check them out after the Student Prince
feel free to also check out my collections for more recs or shoot me a message, I have lots of more fics to rec that I haven't bookmarked yet (bc alas I'm super bad at bookmarking, I usually forget):
1 Fics that rewired my brain | Archive of Our Own - some of my favourite fics of all time that I consider to be masterpieces in their own right
2 Rain's Favourite Fics | Archive of Our Own - all my bookmarks sorted into subcollections by ship or fandom
4 Rain's Podfic Collection | Archive of Our Own - most of the podfics I've listened to, but unfiltered, so doesn't necessarily mean that I enjoyed them
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This guy was destroying the home he shared with his sister, planning to shoot up schools and was trying to build a bomb. But sure therapy before transitioning is delaying healthcare.
By Genevieve Gluck December 1, 2023
A trans-identified male has pleaded guilty to Second-Degree Assault for threatening to target three schools in Colorado Springs, Colorado. William Whitworth, 19, accepted an arrangement and entered a plea of “guilty” to a class 4 felony offense on November 6.
Whitworth was arrested on March 31 on suspicion of attempted first-degree murder after a concerned family member called the Elbert County Sheriff’s Office. At the time, he admitted to planning to commit shootings at local schools and deputies dispatched to Whitworth’s residence discovered a labeled floor plan of a school. Whitworth was born male but uses “she/her” pronouns and refers to himself as “Lilly” or “Lily.”
Police were sent to Whitworth’s address after his sister called and claimed that he was punching holes in the wall and had made references to school shootings. According to the affidavit, Whitworth’s sister used “she/her” pronouns to refer to her brother. Police also referred to Whitworth using feminine pronouns in their affidavit, though recorded his sex as “male.”
When police arrived, they found Whitworth drunk in his room, which was littered with filth. The house was in extreme disrepair, and deputies noted that “there was trash piled up all around the house to where it made it hard to walk inside.”
During a search of the premises, authorities discovered a “manifesto” which included the names of several school shooters, as well as additional drawings and floor plans of schools. There were also photos describing a make-shift bomb and detonation device. While speaking to police, Whitworth stated he had gone onto YouTube to learn how to make a detonator for a bomb.
Contained within Whitworth’s notebook was also a list of firearms with 3D printing instructions, and a list of political personalities, including commentator Lauren Southern, with comments.
According to records, there were three schools Whitworth had intended to target, including Timberview Middle School, Prairie Hills Elementary, and Pine Creek High School. While Whitworth confirmed that Timberview was the main target, he also stated he had a desire to attack churches as well.
Initially Whitworth was booked and held on a $75,000 bond. But, while in jail, Whitworth reportedly told a prison official that he still wanted to carry out his plans if bonded out. As a result, his bond was increased to $750,000 in order to make it more difficult for him to leave pretrial detention.
In the press release detailing the plea agreement from the Office of the 18th Judicial District Attorney, Whitworth was referred to by “they/them” pronouns.
Whitworth faces a maximum prison term of 16 years. Sentencing is scheduled for January 19, 2024. His case is part of a worrying trend that has seen an escalation in threats of violence, or actual violence, carried out in US school systems this year.
In November, a trans-identified male was indicted on 14 felony counts following sinister threats to commit a school shooting and murder children “on behalf” of the transgender community. Alexia Willie, born Jason Lee Willie, also promised to rape young girls in public restrooms in retaliation for transphobia.
Court records reveal that Willie threatened to rape young girls in bathroom facilities, in addition to stating his intention to carry out a copy-cat killing of a horrific March shooting at the Covenant School in Nashville, Tennessee. During that incident, a trans-identified female left 6 dead, 3 of whom were children aged 9, in an act of brutality that left the nation stunned.
#usa#colorado#Colorado Springs#Male violence#Male violence and punching holes in walls#Male violence and planning school shootings#NotOurCrimes#Lilly is William Whitworth
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32 PENNY LAMB FUN FACTS YEAHH
she was born april 17th
shes an aries
she has a little brother ezra lamb who is three years younger than her
she is 16 years old
despite the legoland script saying ". PENNY is a young woman wearing French braids and a private school uniform" she has a black bob in the original production
in legoland she is played by celine stubel (orginal production)
she is an aspiring animal conversationalist
penny is described as an immensely nervous and self-conscious teenager "PENNY speaks at an incredible speed, being an immensely nervous and self-conscious teenager. She literally trips over her words"
she has a social worker named mrs peachery
she and her brother sold traffic drugs
along with that, she maimed and threw piping hot coffee at a man
she grew up on elysuim community farm, which is just outside uranium city, and is also the largest pot farm on the prairies
she and ezra have faked a total of 37 seizures
her parents got arrested, along with all the elysuim adults
she has made national news (because of the elysuim incident)
she has been taught, and probably knows, how to make non-toxic forms of penicillin
she was sent to saint cassian catholic school, which is a boarding school
at said school she was titled the school lesbian
which she got harassed for heavily
she has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder
because of said harassment and just how shitty her life was, she became depressed and suicidal
she had an obsession with this boy band called seven up, because of one of the students tammy edwards giving her a cd to "become cool"
her obsession was mainly geared towards the member johnny moon
she has a restraining order against her from said member johnny moon
she plays the ukelele
shes pescetarian
she has assault and battery, and drug dealing
she has had a movie made about her and ezras whole trip to johnny moon/jk-47
she faced probation for her said drug dealing
the only public surviving clip of the original production with her is https://youtu.be/s7CH81zOEJA?si=w8r7srobd126zpsj which was only a promo for the play
I LOVE YOU PENNY LAMB
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2024-12-16: North Texas (Hex 16)
Large flocks of birds fly perch on power lines, watching the travelers as cars pass through the crosstimbers blocking the prairies and high plains. Railroad tracks run alongside the road, but never seem to see trains. The way to the northeast is prone to delays.
Notable Feature: The Rebel Road (Hazard)
Despite the natural beauty of the area, there are some ugly things that lurk here. For cars traveling through the area, every passenger in the car must make a DC 23 INT (Investigation) check. If a majority of the passengers succeed on the check, the car traverses the hex without incident. If the majority fail, the car traverses the hex after suffering a misfortune. Roll a d6 and consult the table below to determine what misfortune occurs. All individuals in the car suffer the same misfortune.
Rebel Road Investigation Mishaps (d6)
The road seems to siphon away gasoline faster than it should; refill immediately or be stranded on the side of the road.
While the windows are down or the door is open, a sudden sharp wind blows dust into someone's eyes, granting disadvantage on any checks or attacks that rely on sight. The penalty lasts for 24 hours. attacks
Corrupt cops lurk on this stretch of the road and pulled you over. You got away, but you had to "convince" the officer with a bribe to let you off with just a warning.
A thick sheet of dust clogs the radiator and causes it to overheat if traveling at regular highway speeds. Travel between hexes takes twice as long until the dust is washed out but lasts a minimum of 1 hex.
Whoever is sitting in the front seat of the vehicle is entranced by lines on the highway and hypnotized into seeing things that aren't there. For the next 24 hours, whoever is afflicted is unable to drive.
A stupid and unfulfilling roadside attraction compels you to stop. Everyone in the car must pay $1 to see it, and anyone who cannot pay is given a handful of coupons for the attraction and must give them to 5 different people within a week or suffer deadly necrotic damage.
Hidden: The Gambler
In an old wooden cabin that once belonged to a mining outfit, an impulsive soldier named Butch Henderson is currently hiding out. Butch is a soldier in the Arizona Guard and his poor choices resulted in him racking up a significant amount of debt that he owes to his fellow soldiers (and they will beat the payment out of him if necessary). Butch would very much like the party to attempt to smooth things over with the troops over in Arizona (and also sort out the whole AWOL thing if possible). If Butch can have just a few more days, he's confident that he can find a lost cache of gold that his grandfather supposedly buried decades ago. He'll give 20% of whatever he finds to the party if they fix his problems.
Secret: Something Not Meant To Be Seen
Police tape has cordoned off an area that appears to be a crashed civilian helicopter. If the party investigates the crash site, a group of three men wearing black suits and sunglasses will arrive after 10 minutes. The men in black will open fire on anyone seen leaving the wreckage of the helicopter. If the party survives the combat, they will be debriefed and told never to come back to this area. They will also be given the direct phone number of J. Edgar Hoover (the current director of the FBI) to call if they need to report anything suspicious (especially if it relates to anything they may have seen at the crash site).
Service Station: Byrd's Fuel Stop
The cramped parking lot of Byrd's Fuel Stop is made to feel even more cramped because of all the large black birds roosting on every surface. The store's proprietor is Lewis Byrd, a skinny man who is going bald in a way that makes his head look like a bowling ball in a skirt. He runs an honest but weird business in that anything he sells beyond fuel is done to further the bird population outside. He doesn't sell cigarettes because he doesn't want the birds to eat them.
The birds are Great-Tailed Grackles, and they will steal any bit of exposed food, even if someone is holding it. Lewis has carefully trained these grackles and asks anyone who comes inside the store if they would like to contribute $2 to his "Adopt-A-Byrd" program. Those who pay the money will be allowed to select a single grackle from a huge photo album of seemingly identical birds. Adopting a bird in this way has several benefits that are available as long as you are in Texas or one of the adjacent hexes:
Moneybags - Each day, there is a 2-in-6 chance your grackle will appear carrying money: (d4: 1 - a nickel, 2 - a dime, 3 - a quarter, 4 - a dollar). If you give the grackle some food, it will give you the money it has.
Navigator - It can fly to an area to identify any Hidden or Secret areas in Texas or the adjacent hexes that have yet to be discovered.
Seeker - Once every 1d4 days, you can show a color photograph of any person to your grackle. If the person is alive and currently located in Texas or the adjacent hexes, it will fly to that person.
Flockmaster - Once a day, you may whistle for your grackle and ask it to grab some of its buddies to swarm upon an area of your choosing, though you will have to pay the birds in bits of sandwich in order to motivate them to do it and they will flee at the first sign of danger. Every 10 birds involved requires 1 sandwich as payment, and you may summon up to a thousand birds.
Gossip - Once a day, you can tell a message up to 10 words long to your grackle and ask it to tell another person who has adopted a grackle.
Oracle - You have adopted a bird with a gift for prophecy and it will answer 5 questions truthfully about any topic and it does not have to be limited to a subject or perspective that a normal bird might possess. The caveat is that the can only answer with its native calls of "rapid beeping" (meaning yes), "laser sound" (meaning no), and five other sounds that can mean whatever you want them to mean: "geiger counter/telephone static", "squawk", "machine gun", "car alarm", and "shrill whistle". You do not have to ask all 5 questions at once, and can summon the grackle to ask remaining questions by attempting to make a laser sound with your mouth while holding up a piece of lunch meat. After the bird has answered 5 questions, it stops responding to your questions.
You must select the benefit you will receive at adoption, and the benefit cannot be changed. You may, however, adopt multiple grackles to acquire each benefit.
Items From Other Hexes
To be added later from Hex 29. I know what hexes are linked together with quests and secrets, but exactly what is going to be shared between those hexes has yet to be determined. This will be updated later with whatever the hidden feature is.
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