#m; Shiloh

[devianttxrts]

open to: w/nb/m muse: shiloh denny, 24 - 30, bisexual, bartender

"oh my god, fuck off." barely suppressing a laugh, shiloh gave them a shove before lifting her arms in another futile attempt to reach the lighter they held over their head. "you know i kinda need that to light this, right?"

[tulirps]

"You again? i've seen enough of you already."

The aftermath of Beckett's attack amounted to nothing short of catastrophe. The attack itself was brutal and chaotic, undeniably shifting everything about the way their faction functioned. Prior to Cain's arrival, Shiloh had worried about just how safe the Arts really were. She'd put on a brave face and assured them that nothing could get past their defenses when worried voices begged for reassurance. She enforced every protocol she could think of, checking, and then checking again to prevent something like this from happening. After Cain came, she'd been sure they were safe. With his help, bad things weren't just unlikely to happen; They were impossible. Unfortunately, conviction wasn't enough to keep people safe, and Beckett executed his plan almost flawlessly. They were still clearing bodies from the halls and creating plans to execute the loose Zs that still roamed their building. If the physical damage hadn't been bad enough, the mental damage would surely break them. Before Shiloh could manifest determination and bravery, sufficient to fool everyone around her, and some days even herself. Now, she was unnerved and afraid. Shiloh knew that Beckett wasn't lurking around, and neither were his goons. However, she still found herself checking over her shoulder each time that feeling of unease settled in her stomach.

Cain had helped with that fear and discomfort. She tried not to think about what would've happened if he'd listened to her-- if he hadn't abandoned his post and come to rescue her. When she'd started screaming for him, it hadn't even been intentional. His name came tumbling out of her mouth without a second thought, and he'd come running just as instinctually. Having him around had always made her feel safer, but after the attack, it was like Cain was the only thing keeping her from crumbling. After a while, though, that comfort had evolved into smothering. Shiloh thought she might suffocate with how anguished he was to be near her. She could remind him that things had been fine before he arrived, that she had a gun and knew how to use it, but it was pointless. Nothing could convince him that she'd be safe, with or without him, so he'd resolved to never leave her side.

The realization of how bad it'd gotten only hit her when he refused to let her stay behind on a supply run. They needed medicine, and he'd refused to go without her. It didn't matter that the trip was dangerous, that she'd be at greater risk by his side than at home. He wouldn't go if she didn't come along. Though it pained her to leave their faction alone, defenseless and afraid, she'd gone. Without those supplies, people would die, and that would just be more buried on her behalf, so she'd gone.

Seeing how crowded the medical faction was made her lip tremble and her knees weak. If anyone had thought the Arts were bad, it was nothing compared to this. Bloody people missing limbs and groaning were laid out on the floor. It was so crowded you had to be careful where you walked, or you'd step on someone. The smell of blood and rot filled her nostrils, and it took all the strength she had not to cover her face to dull the scent. Shiloh followed Cain through the hall mindlessly, eyes roaming the various faces distorted in pain. She'd only snapped out of her stupor when Cain had started raising his voice.

Tommy was unwilling to give them supplies, already struggling to keep up with the sudden intake of patients. They didn't have anything to offer, and without a bargaining chip, Tommy had no reason to help. "I'll donate blood," She chimed in, "I'm a universal donor." It had always been Tommy's go-to trade; she knew her blood was even more valuable now. He'd agreed, reluctantly, and she'd been strapping herself into that chair ever since. She always gave more than she should've, and they needed it so badly they were willing to pretend she wasn't. It'd been fine at first, but now it was starting to get to her. Her arms were so bruised she couldn't stand to look at them, wearing long sleeves despite the heat. It didn't matter, of course. She was always cold and shivering, even when the people around her were sweltering. If the physical problems weren't bad enough, the mental ones plagued her. She struggled to keep her concentration, dizzy and exhausted most days. Cain often had to repeat himself, and she was beginning to worry if he was questioning her competence. He'd been feeding her vitamins and iron supplements like it was candy, but even then, it could only do so much.

He questioned her lightly at first, worried she was giving too much, but it'd developed into a legitimate worry of his. Shiloh denied there was anything to it, ensuring him that she was just eager to help. At first, her offer had genuinely been to get the supplies they needed, but it'd evolved into something more. Shiloh blamed herself for the many people who died in the attack. Her defenses had been broken, her protocols hadn't saved them, and her incompetence had killed them all. Donating blood was an easy way to assuage that guilt, even if it was only temporary. It also offered Shiloh a chance to feel normal again. Though a different nurse was there every now and then, it was usually JC who took her blood. The nature of their relationship had been quite different before the outbreak. Silly schoolgirl crushes and fluttering hearts. Now, he was the only one she felt she could talk to without needing to pad her words or pretend she was handling this better than she actually was. The time away from Cain helped, too. Even now, he was posted outside the door, waiting for her to be finished. The first couple of times, JC had offered to let him in the room, insisting she had someone to talk to while they took her blood. She always countered that he was company enough.

Shiloh was waiting for him now, leg bouncing in anticipation. When the door opened, she half expected it to be Cain, but was put at ease when she saw the familiar face of her favorite male nurse. "You again?I've seen enough of you already," he teased with a smile. Her laugh was quiet, more a breath through her nose than anything else. JC's eyes glanced over her, spotting all the small details about her that indicated she was falling apart. "You look..." he trailed off. "Like shit?" she offered with a laugh, "Yeah. I feel like it too." Her sigh was heavy, head resting against the chair she'd gotten so used to sitting in. His pouty mouth flattened out in response, brows furrowing in worry. "Are you getting enough iron, Shiloh? It's really important that you do if you're going to keep donating like this" JC questioned with sincerity. She rolled her eyes, not so much at him, but the humor of it all. It wasn't like they had an abundance of options in the apocalypse. "What do you think? I get what I get and just have to hope it's enough." She shrugged.

He offered her quiet while he went about preparing his tools. Shiloh decided to close her eyes and rest for a moment while he got everything taken care of. Nowadays, she needed to take every moment of rest she could get. He'd startled her, only slightly when he was back and ready. Her eyes snapped open, worried she'd done more than rest her eyes, but if she had, he kept it quiet. JC used a washcloth to clean the area where he'd pierced the skin, causing her to wince as pressure was applied to the bruises. They'd run out of antiseptic for small procedures like this a while ago, so old-fashioned soap and water would have to do it. He offered her an apologetic smile when she winced a second time as he tied the tourniquet around her upper arm. She didn't bother looking as the needle pierced her skin, not because she was afraid to see it, but rather because it had become such a routine now that it was nothing new.

JC finished up, stripping the latex gloves from his hands and throwing them in the trash can. He sat down beside her, something that brought her comfort even if he didn't say anything at first. He was quiet for a while, but Shiloh didn't mind. The silence wasn't uncomfortable but rather peaceful, something she rarely felt these days. When he finally broke the silence, she could hear the worry in his voice. "How are you? Really, Shiloh?" He asked. She could feel his eyes on her, but she refused to look. She couldn't be met with another sad face, couldn't be forced to pretend she was okay for their sake. "I'm tired, man. I'm really tired," she mumbled, the corner of her mouth tugging to the side. Her eyes burned, tears threatening to well over. She couldn't remember the last time she'd cried, and GOD, she needed too. Instead, she forced that feeling back. Time for crying could come later. When her gaze met his, she'd plastered a fake smile onto her face, appearing more like a grimace than anything "But who isn't tired? Right?"

[devianttxrts]

she offered a shrug, accepting the response for what it was. this whole thing was throwing her through some kind of loop, shiloh wasn't used to break ups being so... amicable - and honestly, she'd take the messiness, the drama and fire, any day. at least then, there was a clear bad guy, and the lingering sadness wasn't singed with bitterness. her arms raised in a joking hallelujah at the confirmation of booze; it's not like it would make things worse. "vodka."

“uh-huh, guess so.” that was enough to make summer wonder what shiloh was telling herself to make herself feel better. if she was being painted in some awful light by someone who knew the truth. supposed it didn’t matter, once this storm was out of the way they could be out of one another’s lives for good. “a drink,” she confirmed, getting up to slip into her joined kitchen to rifle through the cabinet she kept her alcohol. “i’ve got beer, wine, vodka… tequila?”

[goofyghoul]

Thank you, Pinterest. I needed this this morning. like this post if I have any shiloh and Bros fans on tumblr!!!

[theloyalpin]

I can go higher ✈️

Past the stratosphere, I can catch fire 🔥

I can go hard, I don't even need to try, yeah 🙂‍↕️

Starblood, I don't ever get tired 💪🏾

Predestined, written in stone 🗿

I feel it coming in, I feel it in my bones 🦴

Heavily protected, never alone 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Tapped in, I'm connected to the unknown 🌌

When I move, it's an earthquake rumble 🪨

I will never, ever fall, never stumble 🧗🏾‍♀️

And I don't need to be humble 🤘🏾

Break down walls like Jericho, crumble 🫨

[sirnlish]

I will never get over these two for as long as I live.

I know I said I was focusing on playing rather than posting but I’m genuinely obsessed with these two. Shiloh (mare) is the white bridle and Pride (stallion) is the black bridle.

[devianttxrts]

reign abruptly shut her mouth to stop the tangent she wanted to go on from escaping when another woman interrupted; definitely for the best, probably. like magic, the guy disappeared and she turned to her hero with eyes that were slightly wide. "okay, you have to show me how you did that." she blinked, wondering what the difference was or what she was doing wrong - maybe it was just something you either had or you didn't, which was a shame, because men were often a thorn in her side. "i'm good. thank you." always one for touch, reign reached out to grasp penny's hand. "it's not your fault," she protested once they got to the bar, "unless you're the one that pointed him in my direction."

it was only small, but shiloh pouted when she saw the pair making their way back over. she understood that it was a good thing it was an easy fix, of course, but that didn't do much to quell her want to be part of it. her girlfriend was clearly just too good. "and by that she means have a drink on me." the short woman smirked, already at the bar waiting with three glasses of tequila at the ready this time. she finished soon, and it's not like anyone cared. she snorted at the playful accusation, gaze falling to penny to see her reaction.

"HE BOTHERING YOU?" PENNY HUMMED as she walked over to the man and the woman, giving the man a look that sent him packing as he grumbled and headed out. "guess that's a yes." she deduced. "you good?" she turned her attention to the woman. respectfully, she had to admit this woman was beautiful— about as beautiful as her girlfriend who she was sure wasn't too far off somewhere.

leading the woman back over to the bar with her girlfriend, penny nodded. "here, have a drink. on me." she offered. "consolation for mr. sleazebag."

[storyofwhoiam]

@bcdlands continued from here

Allie watched Shiloh with a small smile. "I'll take that as a compliment," she said, her tone light and teasing. As he sat up and sighed, she moved languidly to shift closer to him. "What's number one priority then?" she asked.

She let her fingers brush against his arm, "We could do something to help you unwind," she suggested with a playful glint in her eye. "I've got some decent stuff somewhere, or we could just… find other ways to distract you." Her lips curved into a mischievous grin.

[attitvdes]

starter for ﹕@thursdaygrl

plotline ﹕let me take care of you from here

muse ﹕shiloh madden

"do you need a hand with that?" he asked on a chuckle, nodding towards the large bale of hay she was currently pulling towards the barn. his work gloves hung from the back pocket of his worn wranglers, about to continue his day of work after a quick lunch break. "i mean... you did sort of hire me for this type of work, didn't you?" shiloh's lips formed in a cocky smirk, before tilting his head to the side. he'd been doing ranch work since he was a kid, his body perfectly conditioned to carry the bale for her. with all his experience he wanted nothing more than to help her ranch succeed, and was more than willing to help her get there. shiloh closed the distance between them as he pulled on his gloves, stopping once he stood about a foot in front of her. "let go," he demanded and looked down at her from where he towered over her.

[gynandromorph]

People who can recognize Jessie as a lesbian on sight even though she's drawn in a way that's indistinguishable from Some Guy are so brave and so homosexual

[devianttxrts]

"watch it, asshole." she huffed, feeling her pulse pick up as her aggravation grew. it was starting to feel like anything she did was met with attitude from heidi - granted, shiloh had enough self-awareness to know that her own and its accompanying stubbornness very likely didn't help things at all. "you might be the star, sunshine, but this is still a collaborative effort. last i checked, no one died and made you queen, so you can still treat us little people with some respect."

muse. heidi edison. musician. plot. linked in source. open to. m / f / nb.

“there is no album without me, you dumb son of a bitch.” there’s no real heat to heidi’s voice, only sheer exhaustion as she rolls her eyes for what must be the fifth time in the last few minutes. how many times will she have to repeat herself? “some sacrifices have to be made and the fact is that your song just isn’t good enough. it’s not ready. maybe in a few years, we can make it a lost b-side.”

[devianttxrts]

there was a fine line between night and early morning, and shiloh found herself walking it all the time. sometimes it was more habit than anything, and others it was because she'd just finished her shift at the bar, as the case was tonight. she was too wired still to entertain the thought of sleep, so it was a no brainer to make the trip to see someone she knew wouldn't mind an early morning wake up call - or wouldn't kill her for it, at the very least. hopefully. a few steps later and the door came into view, but shiloh had other ideas. swooping down to collect a handful of tiny stones, she started throwing them one by one at haven's bedroom window. @deviiates

[threecatsinpajamas]

n&n I found in my package of m&ms today

[dreamingofshiloh]

Welcome to..

𐔌 . ⋮ dreamingofshiloh™ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 ۶ৎ

𝐈’𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 ….

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒. જ⁀➴

# ۶ৎ ABOUT ME

— I’m SHILOH, and you can call me that or any nickname variant; eg. Shi, Lio, Lo, and etc ! I’m a pretty basic shifter with too many drs, an even more insane amount of special interests, and far too many soulmates. (yet I have none in this reality.. odd.)

— my favorite color is red and I’m insanely addicted to dr pepper. I also love reading, especially random gay romances and murder mysteries. I’m thirteen, turning fourteen in July, and I've been a part of the shifting community since I was eleven. I grew up Atheist, but recently converted to Christianity in hopes of finding a faith to live for. †

— One Direction is my entire world and I WILL destroy anyone who dares to diss 1D. They literally raised me and then saved my life. LLLP ❤️🕊️

⟡ ₊ . ༄.° (pssst.. I’m a lover of women.)

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔

— there is nothing I want more than a decent sized, old-style 3-4 bedroom house somewhere in the midwest or canada for my future significant other and I, possibly our children. Plus an infinite supply of Dr. Pepper…

I can have it, I will have it, and you can have it too. Shifting is crazy, innit?

# ۶ৎ HOW DID I GET HERE?

— about a year or so ago, one of my best friends, who you could find as “@/satoritodoroki1” on tiktok, introduced me to shifting. At first, I thought it was weird and it made no sense to me whatsoever. After looking into it more, I realized I actually really like the idea of it. To this day, I’ve still been too afraid to shift, but I feel I've grown a lot throughout the past year and after I start posting on this account, I’ll slowly lose fear of shifting and gain motivation to try again until I get it. </3

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 …. ✫彡

⋆. ࿐࿔ One Direction DR … summers soaked in neon light and stadium echoes, watching the boys you adore become legends. sneaking backstage with your heart pounding, laughter mingling with the crackle of microphone checks. Road trips that blur together in hazy, sunlit polaroids and playlists that never get old. Dancing in hotel rooms until dawn, their cologne lingering on your hoodie, stolen kisses behind closed doors. tabloid chaos by day, secret moments by night, friendships as strong as the chords they play. In the end, though, it all comes down to one thing: love. the fame, the madness, the sold-out arenas. It all serves that one thing.

⋆. ࿐࿔ Hogwarts DR … candlelit corridors humming with ancient secrets, parchment scattered across wooden tables, the scent of ink and old books lingering in the air. Casting spells under the glow of the enchanted ceiling, whispering forbidden dreams in hidden corners of the castle. The thrill of duels, the warmth of butterbeer by the fire, the quiet power of a well-placed charm. Summers spent in sprawling manors and enchanted gardens, tangled in silk and scandal, dancing until dawn with whispers of rebellion on our lips. In the end, though, it all comes down to one thing: legacy. The magic, the ambition, the bonds we forge in shadow and light—it all serves that one thing.

⋆. ࿐࿔ Percy Jackson DR … Golden afternoons spent training in the sun, swords clashing and the scent of pine hanging in the air. Cabins alive with laughter, campfires crackling with stories of gods and monsters. Racing across the strawberry fields, the sound of Pegasus wings beating in the distance. Sneaking out past curfew, your heart pounding like a war drum, chasing adventure in moonlit forests. Forging friendships stronger than celestial bronze, the thrill of quests that could make or break you, and finding your place among legends. In the end, though, it all comes down to one thing: survival. The courage, the loyalty, the endless battles—it all serves that one thing.

⋆. ࿐࿔ Twilight DR … Misty mornings in a sleepy, rain-drenched town, the scent of pine and earth filling the air. Wandering through shadowed forests where sunlight breaks through the trees in shards of gold. Stolen glances across crowded cafeterias, the unshakable feeling that something dangerous and beautiful lurks beneath the surface. Nights spent under star-scattered skies, the chill of the air offset by whispered promises and secrets too big to keep. The electric thrill of chasing the unknown, of love that burns brighter than the sun. In the end, though, it all comes down to one thing: eternity. The mystery, the longing, the unbreakable bonds—it all serves that one thing.

⋆. ࿐࿔ Royalty DR … Sunlight streaming through grand stained-glass windows, the soft rustle of silk gowns and the gleam of polished crowns. Stolen moments in sprawling palace gardens, laughter echoing through marble halls. Nights alive with the glow of chandeliers, the clinking of crystal glasses, and whispered alliances behind gilded doors. The weight of a kingdom on your shoulders, secrets buried beneath layers of gold and velvet. Love found in forbidden places, power gained and lost in the blink of an eye. In the end, though, it all comes down to one thing: legacy. The opulence, the intrigue, the endless pursuit of the throne—it all serves that one thing.

⋆. ࿐࿔ YouTuber DR … Bright studio lights casting shadows over your desk, the click of a camera, and the buzz of editing software. Hours spent crafting the perfect shot, words carefully chosen for a story only you can tell. The thrill of a new video going live, the flood of comments, and the unspoken bond with thousands of strangers who feel like friends. Late nights editing, tired eyes glued to the screen, chasing perfection in every frame. Behind the scenes, moments of doubt, yet always driven by the love for creating. In the end, it’s all about sharing your world, one video at a time.

⋆. ࿐࿔ 1st Fame DR … The flashing lights, the never-ending buzz of attention, and the weight of expectations that follow you everywhere. Red carpets, private jets, and the constant hum of cameras capturing your every move. Behind the glitz, there’s a quiet loneliness, a yearning for privacy amid the chaos. Fans screaming your name, but no one truly knows you. The endless cycle of events, interviews, and self-promotion, each moment feeding the beast that is your public image. In the end, fame is a fleeting thing, but the person you are beyond it is what truly endures.

⋆. ࿐࿔ Author DR … The soft rustle of pages, the hum of a quiet room filled with the scent of ink and paper. Fingers dancing across the keyboard, weaving stories that escape into the world. Endless drafts, plot twists that surprise even you, characters who feel as real as old friends. Late nights fueled by coffee and imagination, the thrill of a perfect sentence, the agony of finding just the right word. But through the doubts and edits, it’s always about one thing: creating a world that lives beyond the page. The plot, the characters, the ink—it all comes together to tell a story.

⋆. ࿐࿔ Parent DR … Early mornings filled with the chaos of getting everyone ready, the hum of routine mixed with the warmth of home. The endless juggling of responsibilities, balancing love and discipline, laughter and lessons. Watching them grow, each milestone a bittersweet reminder of time slipping by. Quiet moments at the end of the day, holding onto their little hands, knowing you’ve given them all of you. Through the challenges, the exhaustion, and the triumphs, it all comes down to one thing: love. The sacrifices, the guidance, the endless care—it all leads back to the heart of family.

— lowk there’s more drs, but I don’t feel like adding the rest.

— yes, @rorysshiftingdiary and I are the same person. I’m genderfluid and have separate drs where I’m a boy/girl based on how I’m feeling. On here, pls call me Shiloh and use masculine prnns for me. Thank you :)

Anyways, I’ll probably add more to this later.

Happy shifting!! ‹𝟹

[attitvdes]

shiloh held one hand on the steering wheel, while the opposing elbow other rested on the window, his fingers at his lips while he found himself deep in thought. bringing a girl home to meet his mom hadn't ever crossed his mind, until the woman had told him how nice it would be to see him with 'a nice girl'. shiloh had blurted out that he was seeing somone, causing his mom to immediately invite the pair for christmas to meet the family and thereby making shiloh regret ever opening his mouth in the first place. when hailey spoke he looked to his side, rolled his eyes and then moved them back to the road. "i like you just fine..." he started and sighed, knowing she was right. they hadn't ever been close on the job and now having to pretend to be head over heels in love with the girl, wouldn't come easy. "look... i don't like lying. i'm not good at it. i don't know why i even lied to my mom in the first place." the man let out a frustrated groan, wanting nothing more than to bang his head on the steering wheel.

this starter is: open to anyone. muse: hailey rojek, ranch help. please read my guidelines before interaction.

''if you want others to believe we're dating, you'll have to start acting like you at least like me. we can't survive christmas like this.''

[liminalkittyfics]

Find a light, hold tight

Or, The Hanukkah Fic 🕎 M • 56k+

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Posting Schedule

Wednesday, 25 December - First night

Thursday, 26 December - Second night

Friday, 27 December - Third night

Saturday, 28 December - Fourth night

Sunday, 29 December - Fifth night

Monday, 30 December - Sixth night

Tuesday, 31 December - Seventh night

Wednesday, 1 January - Eighth night

Meet Louis | Meet Harry | Meet Shiloh

Meet Sarah, Mitch, and Noah | Meet Izzy | Meet Rabbi Dev | Meet Evan

About the fic:

Told from the gentile perspective of Louis, recently widowed and trying to cultivate his son’s connection to his Jewish heritage, Find a light, hold tight is intended for everyone — Jews and gentiles alike — who might find comfort in the light, wisdom, and warmth of Hanukkah.

Chapters will be posted each night of Hanukkah, starting 25 December 2024, so you can follow Louis, Shiloh, and Harry’s journey over the course eight nights. (Okay but like the fic’s timeline will be a bit earlier in December than irl.)

Come back every Shabbat (Fridays at sundown/ door time) from now until right before Hanukkah for weekly promo!

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