#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]

shiloh's gaze flickered back over to penny, a soft look in her eyes. one of the things she loved about their relationship was their ability to find themselves on the same page. she bit her lip, mulling over her answer for a moment before she gave a small nod. "yeah." it was better to play it safe than wind up sorry. "i'll be right over with your drink." and likely one for herself.

"dude, no. go away." there was a hint of a whine in reign's voice, because how many times did she have to spell it out? maybe this is what she got for ditching her favourite bar to go somewhere new. "there's, like, a million reasons why i'm not interested." she was seconds away from falling into a long-winded rant about his fashion choices, she could feel it.

PENNY NODS, GLANCING SUBTLY OVER her shoulder at that, seeing exactly what her girlfriend had meant. "i can manage that." she promised, "want me to step in?"

it wasn't the first time penny had cut into a confrontation on shiloh's behalf, and she didn't mind at all.

[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.

[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

[fxllensouls]

There's a imposter among us

* Sounds pretty sus.

[threecatsinpajamas]

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

[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.''

[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

[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!

Read here

[ghostwritcr]

as his teammates gave him a heads up that the figure skater had actually shown up at the party , river began looking for her . there was a smile on his face . . . until there wasn ' t anymore , as he found her . with his twin brother . and he loved him , but also knew how much of a prick he could be --- and judging by the look on kennedy ' s face , that was exactly what shiloh was doing . ' leave her alone , shiloh . ' river ordered as he grabbed the twin by his shoulder , making him back up and give her some space . should ' ve know from the way the other tumbled that he was drunk , but his sloppy unfiltered words confirmed it ' what the fuck , man ? i 'm working the ground for you , since you ' re such a pussy to do it yourself . . . you should be thanking me that she ' d think it was you who could fuck her so good . . . ' river ' s jaw clenched hard , holding back the urge to punch his brother right on the face . ' shut up and get out . you get in trouble again and i ' m kicking you out for good . ' even when storming , his tone is steady as he pushes the other on the door ' s direction . finally able to focus on her , he ' s clearly uneasy and shamed as he clears his throat ' i ' m really , really sorry about my brother . he ' s an asshole . . . ' / @slumpcd

[avephelis]

finished. it.

grrrr.... grrrrrr... gripping my head i NEED to check the jrwi tag but- tch- i... i shan't.... huff... <- self inflicting this torture by not finishing the suckening finale <- about to go beast

[storyofwhoiam]

❛❛ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? ❜❜ - from shiloh

@bcdlands

Allie looked at Shiloh with a playful glint in her eye as she moved closer, her smile widening as she leaned in. “I guess, for someone who’s made my night so much better,” she said with a soft, teasing tone, “a goodnight kiss is probably the least I can offer.”

She pressed her lips to his, the kiss languid and lingering. “But,” pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, she let her fingers trace a light path along his jawline, “do you really want just a goodnight kiss?” Her tone was suggestive, a playful challenge in her eyes.

[lorei-writes]

Masterlist of works created during Mayday!Heyday OC Gift Exchange hosted by @lorei-writes & @olivermorningstar.

[The sound flowing through her body...] by @faustianfascination for @koco-coko

Ikemen Vampire; FanFic; Hurt/Comfort; Mozart x OC (Tchai)

[Ciel & Rio, fashion spread] by @bicayaya for @floydsteeth

Ikemen Prince; FanArt; Digital Art; Chibi; Rio x OC (Ciel)

[Oliver, the royal scientist] by @keithsandwich for @olivermorningstar

Ikemen Prince; Fanart; Traditional Art; Oil Pastels; Gen Work (Oliver)

Help Wanted by @the12thnightproject for @fighting-and-drawing

Ikemen Sengoku; FanFic; Urban Fantasy AU; Gen Work (Thai)

[Duet] by @krys-loves-otome for @bicayaya

Ikemen Prince; FanArt; Traditional Art; Pencil; Yves x OC (Beatrice)

[Couple Portrait] by @floydsteeth for @krys-loves-otome

Ikemen Vampire; FanArt; Traditional Art; Pen; Vincent x OC (Abigail)

A lovely date by @queengiuliettafirstlady for @m-mmiy

Ikemen Prince; FanFic + Moodboard; Chevalier x OC (Tala)

[Ballerina] by @olivermorningstar for @faustianfascination [alternate link]

Ikemen Vampire; FanArt; Traditional Art; Pen & Pencil; Artur x Faust x OC (Persephone)

[Marie] by @fighting-and-drawing for @oda-princess

Ikemen Sengoku; FanArt; Digital Art; Gen Work (Marie)

Ivy Vines, Poem Lines (a new normal) by @koco-coko for @queengiuliettafirstlady

Ikemen Vampire; FanFic; Jean x OC (Julia)

[Shiloh scratched the tabby cat’s back...] by @kaizoku-musume for @tulipsaisle

Ikemen Prince; FanFic; Crack; Nokto & OC (Shiloh)

[Interview Page] by @tulipsaisle for @kaizoku-musume

Ikemen Prince; FanArt; Digital Art; Gen Work (Aurelia)

Begonia - Beware by @m-mmiy for @lorei-writes

Ikemen Prince; FanArt; Digital Art; Chevalier x OC (Esther)

Home Sweet Home by @lorei-writes for @spoopy-fish-writes

Ikemen Sengoku; FanFic; Comedy/Crack; Hideyoshi & OC (Habiba); Kenshin x OC (Habiba)

[Katsuko] by @oda-princess for @the12thnightproject

Ikemen Sengoku; FanArt; Digital Art; Gen Work (Katsuko)

[Centaur!Keith & Fairy!Maeve] by @spoopy-fish-writes for @keithsandwich

Ikemen Prince; FanArt; Digital Art; Fantasy AU; Centaur!Keith x Fairy!OC (Maeve)

Thank you for joining in for this ride!