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astrologydayz · 6 months

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ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES🔞 - NATAL CHART2

VENUS/EROS IN PISCES/AT 12, 24° = Pisces degree points 2 someone being sexually attracted 2 "lost souls", they want someone who's willing 2 let them be their saviour✨. They could also hold deep thoughts about being saved by a lover themselves, and the idea of "escaping" 2 their "happily ever after". Sex them up with how artistic/poetic u can be. That shit always works. They need someone who's willing 2 show them a kind heart, while also fulfilling their deepest desires/sexual urges.

VENUS/EROS IN SCORPIO/AT 8, 20° = Scorpio degree points 2 someone wanting a lover that's more sexually charged in private, and someone who's willing 2 give up their "thought patterns", as they can be a little "obsessive" with wanting to know everything, or them investigating when they feel the other persons sexual attraction "dying down a little bit"🧯🔥. These people can easily find your weak spots, so they won't disappoint. They need someone who's willing2 give them their soul, as they do the same💀😍.

VENUS/EROS IN LEO/AT 5, 17, 29° = Leo degree points 2 wanting 2 be praised all the time, and a need 2 praise, if the other person does good🐕. They want someone who worships them, puts them on a pedestal👑. They need someone who knows that they're not 2nd place, but always 1st place. They put passion, & sexual attraction/admiration at the top of the list, of things they NEED, 2want to get sexual with somebody. They need platonic, romantic, &sexual flirting from people all around, 2 get that "confidence in", people telling them how fine they look/how sexy they are🌟🌟.

Moira asteroid (638) conjunct 5th house can show fated romances/affairs throughout life, or with one special person💜.

A MAN’S Venus in Leo/1st house is mostly all about themselves in bed, they want 2 get off first and then maybe, if you're lucky, they'll finish u off2. No hate, I just don't fuck with it 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨.

Black Moon Lilith conjunct Vertex in a MAN’S chart shows that he's meant 2 have fated experiences, that puts him out of the "conventional". Like him dating/seeing younger women&getting shit4it, or him being "thrown" into situations where he has 2 "defend himself", because of the women he's in a sexual relationship/romantic relationship with🙄. These fated connections/experiences is what turns him into who he's supposed 2 be - someone who doesn't give a fuck about anyone else's opinion - BML energy🖕🖕💜.

Medusa asteroid (149) conjunct ASC in a WOMAN’S chart will make herself look "tempting", or "available" in front of a man, but as soon as he looks or tries 2 hit on her, she'll degrade him. "U disgusting man, or "u pig"!! "I didn't look at u, or made any attempt 2 flirt with u, whatsoever"😂.

A MAN WITH Venus, Mars and Saturn in Capricorn = Ultimate dom. They'll make you scream their name over, and over again, & won't stop until he made you cum multiple times. He's REALLY sexually experienced, when he reach his older years, like from 30&up.

Lust asteroid : 4386 conjunct Jupiter = crazy sexual needs. Even if they've had crazy sex all night = they can go again the next day, all day😵‍💫😲🤣🤣 Mars in Virgo/8th house in Virgo in a MAN'S chart typically finds "younger people" 2 be way more sexual attractive, than people at their own age. They're attracted 2 the feeling of "feeling young", while being with a young woman/man❤️. They want someone they can have an insane sexual attraction2, while also being able 2 "teach" the other person a lot in the sexual department. Them wanting young/inexperienced women.

Neptune conjunct Black moon Lilith can make you so damn ethereal. Especially if you got Mars or Venus aspecting it 2. people want 2 rip your clothes off but r afraid 2 even say hi 2 u😭😭😭. Afraid you'll reject/embarrass them.

💜💜💜💜 Look at aspects from Venus (the planet of love&attraction), & Mars (the planet of sex), 2c what u like, & what u need sexually💋.

👅👅👅 Mars in Gemini changes their mind a lot when it comes 2 sex. One day they like 2 dominate, & the next they like 2 be submissive. It really comes down to how they feel on that particular day. &it makes sense. Mars (planet of sex&) in Gemini - Duality. A MAN’S Venus/Mars in Leo wants praises from u. They want 2 hear how good they are, and amazing they are in bed. If u don't, they can get bored of u, and seek somebody else - get their "needs" taken care of by another person👀 👀.

If your 8th house ruler is in your 8th house = sex can so transformative for u but you'll probably only hookup with a few people throughout your life tho. Only having sex with people you feel a deep soul connection with.

🍆🍆 A MAN'S Mars/Venus/in 11th house in Aquarius is FREAKYYYYY, they'll try anything with their partner. MOSTLY ON VIDEO/cam🙃🙃🙃 PERIOD.

A WOMAN'S Venus in Pisces/8th/12th house is the "I'll do anything I can 2 satisfy your needs, before my own". I love these placements, they want their partner 2 feel all the pleasure and doesn't even think about their own.

Taurus Mercury/Mars LOVES 2 be neck kissed, damn. Just go wild there and they'll go crazy 4 u, I promise 👄👅. MEN with Mars in Taurus/Taurus in 8th house = attracted 2 women that always looks "beautiful", "sexy, but classy", "ocd around looks", "model looking". They want a gorgeous woman, that can "cater" 2 their most sensual needs 🫦💦. Find some whipped cream/ice cream + your tongue&his body = go loca. If he doesn't go crazy, (u probably have the wrong chart😂🤡). Webb asteroid (3041) conjunct/trine/sextile/quintile BML can indicate doing "Web porn", "only fans", "showing yourself off, in a "sexual, provocative way online"🧯💨🔥.

Mars/Venus in Gemini/3rd house loves using toys! But they especially love2 use their hands&fingers!! They can also love oral👅.

REPOST OF SOME OF MY POSTS FROM MY OLD BLOG/SOME NEW COMMENTS

THANKS4READING💘 Appreciate u, always!

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danses-with-dogmeat · 9 months

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2000 Followers Celebration!!!

& Fallout Alphabet Poll End Results!

Hey all, so the secret is out! (Kinda) But all these past polls have been the prelude to my 2K Followers Celebration BONANZA. (That's not the official title, I just wanted to use the word BONANZA).

Anyway, a HUGE, MASSIVE thank you to every single one of you folks who are a part of this little community and who've supported me and my fanfiction writing journey for the past few years (which is crazy that it's been that long, omg.) But I love and appreciate you all SO MUCH and am absolutely baffled that I've made it to this. I thought 100 was crazy, then I thought 1K was crazy and then it just kept on going! Ahh, I'm just so so so glad that there's a thriving Fallout community out here of amazing writers, artists, and fans that are still so involved 😊

I don't know what I would do without this space, so thank you all for being a part of it <3

ANYWAY (x2) Here are the final results to all 22 polls that I posted, with more event details just below!

So I've posted the 1st place winners, 2nd place, and then a 3rd "runner up" position that will only be filled by non-companion npcs, just to give them a chance to shine, and me a chance to write for some folks I'm not as used to. For the purposes of the 2k event, I will only be using the 1st place winners for the 'prompts' (which I'll explain in another post), and then a few of the 2nd placers and (almost) all of the runner ups will be used in ANOTHER upcoming event that I'm going to start prepping for (because I'm an insane person).

1st: Arcade Israel Gannon

2nd: Arthur Maxson

3rd: Dr. Amari

1st: Benny Gecko

2nd: Butch Deloria

3rd: Beatrix Russell

1st: Charon

2nd: Craig Boone

3rd: Caesar

1st: Deacon

2nd: Danse

3rd: Dazzle

1st: ED-E

2nd: Easy Pete

3rd: Edward Deegan

1st: Fawkes

2nd: Fahrenheit

3rd: Fantastic

1st: Gob

2nd: Glory

3rd: Gary(s)

1st: Robert Edwin House

2nd: Harold

3rd: Harkness

I/O:

1st: Old Longfellow

2nd: Captain Ironsides

3rd: Oliver Swanick

1st: John Hancock

2nd: Joshua Graham

3rd: Julie Farkas

1st: The King

2nd: KL-E-O

3rd: Kent Connolly

1st: Lily Bowen

2nd: Legate Lanius

3rd: Red Lucy

1st: Mysterious Stranger

2nd: Magnolia

3rd: Moira Brown

1st: Nick Valentine

2nd: No Bark Noonan

3rd: Nate/Nora

1st: Preston Garvey

2nd: Primm Slim

3rd: Pickman

Q/U/X:

1st: Ulysses

2nd: X6-88

3rd: Dr. Usanagi

1st: Raul Alphonse Tejada

2nd: Robert Joseph MacCready

3rd: Rotface

1st: Sunny Smiles

2nd: Sturges

3rd: Swank

1st: Three Dog

2nd: Tinker Tom

3rd: Travis Miles

1st: Veronica Santangelo

2nd: Victor

3rd: Vulpes Inculta

1st: Whitechapel Charlie

2nd: Wiseman

3rd: Winthrop

Y/Z:

1st: Yes Man

2nd: Captain Zao

3rd: Yefim Bobrov

#fallout event poll #secret event #2k event #2k followers #fallout 3 #fallout 4 #fallout new vegas #fallout #fallout companions #fallout npc #2k celebration

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unexpected-satsuma · 11 months

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1 / ? - Spring

Matheo: Tuesday 2nd

Today the garden showed it's roots. The weather is warming and the days are getting longer. I see the egrets dipping into the lake to make their nests, and all is well.

Yet I am haunted. Persisted with a problem I cannot solve and it irks me, it truly does. Rue has fallen ill again and her spells grow longer and longer each time. She has always been a frail girl, and Myer will go to no expense to cure her.

If only I knew what the problem was. Father left me nothing to work with, the state of it. I believe the source will be the lemon balm to soothe her winter ails, if only the garden would sprout faster.

Myer is so foolish as to think dragging foreign dogs to our shore will cast some magic and fix this. Clueless! They ruined this island once before. My father's fate will not befall me either. Curse these charlatans.

Moira: Thursday 4th

Collin thinks I'm going to do his job for him the lazy oaf. He swans around all day, drinking tea and reading, thinking, postulating. God, he is an insufferable twin. How does creation make something so perfect and entrap it with something so infuriating.

It is day four of the journey to Moonbury. Nestor is awful to travel with, but wonderful as a boss so I am once more cursed. The rookies keep to themselves, which is thankfully saving me a job. I hope they can save me more jobs by sealing this bond with the island. If they manage to repair that rift we caused, I suppose I'd be in their debt.

We are scheduled to arrive tomorrow, where the Mayor will greet us and lay out the terms of this arrangement. Then we have to leave, and just trust them to put those potentials to good use.

Xiao: Friday 5th

Myer's guests arrived today. The entourage arrived at the station and the Mayor and I greeted them.

The Medical Association sent a Chemist and Herbalist and they stepped off the train with their cases, followed by a hound. The Chemist paced alongside Myer, discussing when would be best to examine the Little Miss. They agreed to settle first.

I must remember to speak with Runeheart tomorrow about the cauldron, if they are to be brewing their potions. Matheo was displeased when I called upon him to move Rue to the Clinic by the Potion House. I understand he is a, troubled man, so to speak. He has been so dutiful to this town, I expect he thought I was questioning his pride.

Mariele: Sunday 7th

Rue returned to me, my darling little bird. The Chemist examined Rue, and they whispered to themselves and dispersed. I do not know what the pair of them did, but the one with the ocean hair knocked at our door a day later and summoned us, saying they had crafted a potion.

Matheo cursed them, spitting on the Clinic floor and stormed out, swearing. He can be eccentric, but he is a good man. His father was good to us.

Myer thinks we should let them stay.

Matheo: Tuesday 9th

Curse that poisonous serpent! I saw her today, the Chemist, following the Rangers into the forest. I still have yet to see the other one, I suppose she was not cut out for the task.

But the Chemist, she stalks past my house and mocks me with conversation. Ruin to them both. I know they are plotting something, and I will expose them for the crooks they are.

The garden is doing well, the sprouts are keen to drink up the spring sun. I am content to watch them, as there is nothing but my Father's ruined books to occupy my time with anymore. Those Medical Associates have once more ripped the trade from my family.

Reyner: Thursday 11th

For a while now, Yorn has been certain that the Medical Association sent a single ambassador. Everyone has caught eye with the blue haired stranger in town, and thought he was correct.

I got the fright of my life this afternoon, when I arrived to Xiao's request. I was supposed to check the Clinic for maintenance - and was surprised to find another Capital Ambassador opened the door. She seemed equally shocked to see me. She was polite, and let me get to work undisturbed.

Leano thinks she will have finished the fishing gear soon, just in time for spring. My shoulder still troubled me, but it is nothing I cannot work past, surely.

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squidwen · 2 years

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Seth Trent

(Art by CloudMallow and Picrew)

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General Information:

Name: Seth Trent

Age: 17

Birthday: February 21st

Height: 5ft 8inch

Hair: Strawberry blond

Eyes: Periwinkle blue

Homeland: Coral Sea

Dormitory: Pomefiore

Family: Younger sister; mother; father; cousins; Maestro Pezoni

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School Information:

School Year: 2nd

Class: 2-A (Student no° 5)

Best Subject: Magic Design and Technology

Club: Yoga

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Facts:

Dominant Hand: Left (and the left-hand side of his tentacles are stronger)

Likes: Seeing his outfits worn in public; hand-painted thimbles.

Dislikes: Moths; waking up with tangled tentacles; looking after his sister.

Favourite Food: Cod and potato wedges.

Least Favourite Food: Chewing gum.

Hobby: Dress-making and tailoring.

Talent: Seamless camouflage; contortion.

Unique Magic: Veiled Locker. Seth’s UM can make objects turn invisible. He will use more magic depending on how large they are, or if he’s making a person disappear.

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Backstory:

Seth is themed off the octopus from Peter Pan II, and was born on a farmstead in The Coral Sea, where his family have tend to the kelp pastures.

Working in the fields never appealed to Seth. He preferred making clothes and practiced by mending his family’s work attire.

One day, Seth, and his little sister Moira were about to leave a local boutique when Moira collided with a mannequin, caught her dolly on a handful of outfits, and tore holes in them.

The old shopkeeper was on them in a heartbeat. Seth put up a good fight, reasoning that the clothes were just poorly made and it wasn’t his sister’s fault, but that only made the shopkeeper angrier. Eventually, Seth just offered to fix all the damage.

A week later, the shopkeeper turned up at Seth’s house. He introduced himself formally as Maestro Pezoni, a former fashion designer in search of an apprentice, and was impressed with Seth’s skills with a needle.

The young octopus took the offer and promptly moved into the top floor of Pezoni’s boutique to immerse himself in his apprenticeship. (And finally get off the farmstead).

Owing to knowing how lucky his is, Seth takes his work very seriously - to the point of perfectionism - and can often come across as quite apathetic, curt, or short tempered. He’s even been known to drag people to his room if they’ve promised to model for him at a certain time, or pin them in place with his tentacles so he can mend their clothes.

(Vil questions his methods, but appreciates his junior’s liking for pristine clothes).

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #oc #TWST Oc #TWST Seth #Squidwen #twisted wonderland Oc #Seth Trent #twisted wonderland Seth Trent

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sin-tentional · 2 years

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⸻madina memet. thirty-five. cisgender woman. she/her. lesbian & aquarius.

looks like Charlotte “Lottie” Degraves nee~ Alimjan blew in two days and never left. they’ve proven themselves to be affectionate + headstrong, but being catty + superficial is their downfall. it’s only fitting that Blue Kid’s The Dismemberment Song is playing when they leave the motel, where they live on the 2nd Floor. rumor has it that they are are a foot model, wonder if that’s why the commercial real estate venture capitalist moved out of their place in atlantic city, new jersey.

{ full bio here // the muse doc }

i: aesthetics

an array of multicolored feathers floating in the wind to land upon shiny, glossed lips ; a viscous glitter bomb to scratch at corneas to make dazzling tears ; a stiletto nail sharpened, long and pointing a gigantic thank you for your feedback ; a band of strays gathered together making it work through the garbage of the world ; weakened ankles from intense acrobatic training yet dreams never die, and blanace can be improved with focus.

ii: a playlist

❝ The Dismemberment Song ❞ Kid Blue

❝ Hobgoblin❞

CLC

❝Hello Bitches ❞

❝Psycho❞

Red Velvet

❝Drip ❞

Jessie

❝I’m Not Cool ❞

Hyuna

❝Dessert ❞

Hyo / Soyeon

❝ I Can’t Stop Me❞

Twice

❝%% ❞

APINK

❝Ready Or Not ❞

Momoland

❝ Tail❞

Sunmi

iii: a study

⸻ NAME: Charlotte Lottie Degraves

⸻ AGE: thirty-five

⸻ GENDER: cisgender woman

⸻ PRONOUNS: she/ her

⸻ SEXUALITY: lesbian

⸻ RELATIONSHIP: widowed to the late Julien Degraves

⸻ FACECLAIM: madina memet

⸻ HEIGHT: 5’6”

⸻ HAIR COLOR: black

⸻ EYE COLOR: brown

⸻ MARKINGS: a mole on her big toe

⸻ TATTOOS: none

⸻ PIERCINGS: her ears

⸻ DECORUM: pink fuzz, quirky uses of denim, boots that shine, & the occasional glitter business suit.

⸻ SCENT: a minty trace of catnip, bubblegum cigarettes & Elizabeth Arden’s White tea

⸻ POSITIVE TRAITS: Eccentric, Assertive, Talkative

⸻ NEUTRAL TRAITS: Impractical, Confident, Curious

⸻ NEGATIVE TRAITS: Scattered, Aggressive, Outcast

⸻ ZODIAC: aquarius

⸻ ALIGNMENT: chaotic evil

⸻ MTBI: injf

⸻ ENNEGRAM: 5, 4, 8

⸻ TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

⸻ ELEMENT: air

⸻ PRIMARY VICE: wrath

⸻ PRIMARY VIRTUE: temperance

⸻ TROPE: Attention Whore, Comedic Sociopathy, Drama Queen, Everything’s Better with Sparkles, Impractically Fancy Outfit, Large Ham, No Inside Voice, Pretty in Mink, What the Hell Is That Accent?

⸻ INSPIRATION: She’s a mix of Moira Rose, Monalisa Saperstein, Noho Hank from Barry & heavily inspired by Carole Baskin

⸻ GOALS: World Domination ✨

⸻ FEARS: Her grandmother.

⸻ OCCUPATION: Illegal Animal Handler and venture capitalist owning a couple of casinos on the Atlantic City coast, most exclusively Tiger Queen Casino, a founder and ring leader of THE BIGGER CAT RESCUE, and CEO of a small company called of Clown Couture LLC.

⸻ RESIDENCE: in between her sisters’ houses at Churchill Gated Community or the 2nd Floor at the Motel.

⸻ HOBBIES: acrobatics ( when she was younger ), golfing, animal rights, sewing ( she has a small passion for costume designing ), Shopping

⸻ HABITS: always losing her purse, speaking in a trained Trans Atlantic accent, never using her inside voice, pointing out the obvious ( Don’t tell her not to look at your Ex at the bar, she will ✨ ), chewing gum harshly and sticking it under tables, zoning out in boring conversations, succumbing to her own narcissism

iv: a biography

First and foremost, Charlotte Degraves is a widow, and if you ask her, she’d say she loved her husband. was she IN LOVE with him? to that she’d shrug and go on a tangent about how love isn’t what it’s made to be in the movies. there are no prince-charmings, and there are no tortured broken women to save. life isn’t full of tropes like the expected sunshine falls in love with the grumpy gus, nor are there any meet cutes out there. to quote the Tiger Queen in her New Jersey accent: You guys are just sappy dorks. to her the thing about love, or unconditional love, is it’s a contract. knowing that despite major differences, impassioned arguments and the growing frustrations of touch starved natures, that you choose to remain loyal and honest to the individual who gives you the biggest rock on your hand. it’s an exchange, and terribly old fashioned, but she wouldn’t want to make her grandmother anymore upset with her with a looming divorce. love is about choice– and she chose to love one man for 10 long years, that is, until Julien Degraves passed away mysteriously.

thankfully, the husband left her a tiny fortune to keep her comfortable, and Lottie has more than capitalized on this. despite this, the estates in Russia, and Atlantic City would outshine one of Lottie’s biggest passion project The Bigger Cat Rescue located in Moscow. the small acrobatic circus involving Siberian tigers hardly tours anymore, and mostly sells DVDs out of the fan of an impassioned Russian acrobatist of whom Lottie keeps on a short.

Once in love with the showbiz aspect and fanatics of moving art, Lottie has settled into her own endeavors– she’s fallen in love with buildings, especially buildings that make her money. The Tiger Queen Casino in Atlantic City is one of the most well known on the East Coast. it’s been said that the venture capitalist is always looking for more buildings to purchase and make her own.

reconnecting with her sisters, Dottie, and Josie, is what she says brings her to Salem. Without Julien in her life any longer, she’s found herself back to square one– alone, and unable to annoy anyone into loving her as she usually does. It’s been three long years since his departure from this Earth, but she’s taking it in stride, rebuilding and rebranding her newest empire, Clown Couture LLC. she intends to flourish the company to an even grander scale with her newest statements in fashion. she’s also on the lookout in expanding her team

she’s a busy woman, between her two new jobs, raising awareness against the FBI ( for constantly labeling animal rights activists as domestic terrorists ) and establishing Clown Couture LLC– she hardly has time to make friends. this could also be in part, due to the swirling rumors about her husband’s mysterious death––that, or the foot photos you can find spiraling and the perfect placement of a mole on her big toe. when you do earn her friendship, good luck getting rid of her.

v: connection ideas

GENERAL IDEAS:

Neighbors { ∞ } - ( She’s at the motel– and often has a lot of her Russian buddies on her heels. ) New friends { ∞ } - ( She’s in town for two days now, and she never shuts up. If you’ve got an eye for fashion, or indulge her silly whims, she will not take no for an answer. ) Body guard { 0/2 } - ( She’s already got a couple, but one more who knows the area won’t hurt. ) Personal Assistant { 0/2 } ( buying new buildings and planning her bustling life is all too much for one girl to handle ! ) Photographers { ∞ } ( both for her fake instagram feed, as well as fashion photographers for her newest fashion line~ ) Fellow animal activists, previous donors for her animal rights organization { ∞ } ( Bigger Cat Rescue Fundraising ) Models { 0/3 } ( for her CLOWN COUTURE LINE ) People she’s scammed { ∞ } ( you probably haven’t received your most recent goodie bag in the mail if you signed up for the Bigger Cat Rescue Membership Package ) Acquaintances from Atlantic City, Russia, or China { ∞ }( Julian was from Russia, and they had a vacation home in China ) Step son { 0 / 1 - must have Degraves surname} ( her age, since Julien was twice her age and was in three different marriages before ) Also any of Julien’s ex wives { 0/ 2 }( they would be 45+ and likely from Russian ! ) A muse { 0/1 } ( for her to spoil, makeover, and fix ! Think Fern from jawbreakers !!) A woman to knock her off her feet and make her sing this song. { 0/1 } Speaking of singing, a Karaoke rival. { 1/0 } ( bonus points if it includes the above bullet point )

PLACES YOU’LL FIND HER:

Baskin Robins

Scaredy Cat Club

Ectoplasm Arcade

Flying Saucer Pizza

Churchill Gated Community

The Milk Bar

Neverland Theatre

Silver Fox Casino

Sleepy Cat Books

Sugar’s Lounge

CURRENT CONNECTIONS

Dottie Alimjan - Sissy

Josie Alimjan - Sissy

Dollie Alimjan - Sissy

vi: tags

;; CHARLOTTE DEGRAVES.

;; CHARLOTTE DEGRAVES: MUSINGS.

;; CHARLOTTE DEGRAVES: CONNECTIONS.

;; CHARLOTTE DEGRAVES: STARTERS.

;; CHARLOTTE DEGRAVES: THREADS.

;; CHARLOTTE DEGRAVES & ⸻

#salemintro

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strawberryspeachy · 3 years

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S4e10 is the first time i want to actually rewatch an entire episode of handmaids tale.... ok wait second time - was it the new “ofglen” who blew up that important building with all the commanders inside and the handmaids outside - that ending was great

But omg

First off elizabeths moss’s acting!!! Ive gotten too used to that same dreadful look shes been making for the past couple seasons that... the wide range of facial expressions really surprised me and it just!! Wow

the suspence the whole episode. Nothing EVER goes right in this show. I knew what i wanted to see but i fully expected fred and serena to go free and happy. That back and forth feeling was super engaging

I loved that even though there was that tension between june and moira before, moira jumped right back to trying to fight and doing all the screaming and ranting for june - someones gotta do it and june was too mentally exausted

K like im still confused why everyone can go in and out of the waterford prison so easily and was like.... dooooo they want june to kill him?!?!? Why are you leaving her alone???

And i was so excited like yesssss shes gonna kill himmm - well first i thought she was gonna go to serena and kill her baby

But when she was walking around that room... like a cat pretending not to notice the mouse in the room - we just know june too well to think she wasnt at least planningggg something

Also fred is fucking DISGUSTINGGGGG as usual. Lying during his ... conference like WHY are you just gonna beleive this psycho at face value?!

Oh and serena thinking shes got all the power back.

Omg the two of them. I cant

And fred really being such a fucking disgusting person to think ANY part of june enjoyed his torture. She is so strong dude - i could never sit there not knowing if my plan will work and playing nice. I thought she was gonna break that glass and stab him

And like. Ok. Lukes not the worst but also - his whole - just get over it!!! Attitude.... even if she cant get him on the wall why are you reprimanding her and trying to pretend she can just get over that trauma with some food. Absolutr lack of empathy.

But june saying hes gonna be on the wall... i was so giddy!!

And i rewatched that smile she made when larence told her she hanst lost her touch- well she could barely contain her smile throughout that entire negotiation. And i loved watching larence put on a show like ‘ah we rlly miss waterford! My brother!!’

Gah and just. Also... i kinda thought june was gonna kill mark when she was outside his building. Men in this show. She went through 7 years of hell and you told her youd help and fucked her over and then throw an entire dramatic tempertantrum when she calmly sits on a bench near your house.... lol wow..i mean uncomfortable but have some prespective

And i wanna say the like demand straight to - oh im sorry. Didnt mean to he a cunt - i meant please? Act june did, its not overacting but knowing june it is so it was funny af

The suspence watching fred get ready to go.., i was literally chanting for the plane to be to gilead but it was so much better! Watchint him get arrested all shocked. “Im a man! I have rights” all the fucking ew... open the door back up and slap him

I just thought he was gonna get sent back and wed watch the commanders all hang him. But it to be lawrence - again with his ‘oh? Is there anything i can do to stop this? No? Ok bye fred!’

And i mean i knew we were in for a treat with nick taking him but i was NOT EXPECTING JUNE to just POP OUT of the trees!!! Fucking perfect. A literal horror movie just for fred

Also why did he keep calling nick son.... like... no one likes you???? Do you really think you can regain power just saying words like this???

And this is e first time i fucking LOVED seeing june in a red coattt and her faceeee like last episode when she turned from calm to screaming - it wad so good and so intense and such good acting and that heartbeat music got me

But hereeeee i cant even desribe the combination or rage and calmness pouring out. Not to be a weeb but thats the first time i think ive ever seen a live action representation of how i imagine anime cool characters to act

That power play of nick and june making out in front of fred loool - i dont care about the ships but that was perfect

“This is sick” - whats sick is how you never run out of things to do and say that make me feel sick...

I loved how june told him to choose - i feel like jt was a call back to his lawyer saying that she CHOSE to be a handmaid. Like theres not good option here

Does anyone think she actually would have shot him dead IF he did choose the gun - part of me wants an alterantive ending where he chose that just so i could watch june either tell him ‘no thats too easy’ or like shoot him in the foot so he cant even run right before being like

Oops i missed and chasing him down anyway

I hate horror movies but watching them all chase him down UGHHH IVE NEVER FELT SO MUCH GLEEE - k not never but ya know

OMG ALMOST FORGOT that sceneee with june and emily talking at the table about how june wants him to be scared to death. And fucking luke - with his judgements turning and looking. I feelll like.... emily helped june decide to do this. Because after getting to the end of the episode it seemed more like they were planning in plain sight in thay scene

I havent rewarched the show. So maybe im remembering incorrectly but it does feel like this fits because - wasnt emily kind of what inspired june to actively start rebelling when she drove the car around and ran one of the guards over

Anddddd the songggg from the 1st? Or 2nd??? Season. The ending right? I just remember that the last time we heard that song was when june first started a quiet resistance against gilead and all the handmaids were together in it. So it brought back those feelings of like ‘FINALLY its happening!!’ And it fit soooo perfectlyyy

When the girls first ran up to fred i thought they were gonna surround him and reinact that “shame” thing they used to be forced to do. I mean i guess they did without actually saying it cause they definitely killed him the way gilead forced the handmaids to kill people in the first season

And it was wonderful to watch! Thank you handmaids tale for making me feel like a psychotic sadist for enjoying that ENTIRE scene. I was giggling like i was watching a disney movie

Gonna ignore that part where june picks up the baby covered in blood - ew

I wanted to seeeeee serena get the finger - more so - i wanted to watch tha family come in and get her and be like - hey guess what your coming back to gilead!!! And see it end with serena as a fucking handmaid - GIVING BIRTH TO THE BABY BETWEEN (i forget the one who visited hers name) LEGS!

But fuck seeing fred on a wall with the “dont let the bastards grind you down” from the the very beginningggg - it felt sooo goodddd

And i just needed to squeal over this episode some more! I watched it hours ago. But i kinda wanna rewatch it rnn

#the handmaid's tale #elizabeth moss

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Episode 7x04 Prompts

Continuing our lists of prompts by episode...

If anything sparks your interest, be sure to head over to AO3 and claim it!

Twyla is changing up the menu at the cafe, and everyone has thoughts about it.

Patrick vs Twyla for the empty town council seat. Competitive Patrick has no idea how to run against someone so nice and maybe underestimates her.

Jake ends up on a Buzzfeed listicle of 28 Canadian Artisans Who Are Even Hotter Than Their Handiwork. Now business is booming and potential dates are practically beating down his door. How does the most notoriously easy-going resident of Schitt's Creek handle the stress and demands of his newfound fame?

When Roland steps down from his role as Mayor to focus on the motels, Ronnie Lee runs to replace him. Campaign antics or post-election Mayor Ronnie welcome. My only ask is that she is a. Competent and b. Successful. Bonus points if the florist or someone else Ronnie “knows” gets involved.

With Moira’s full support, Jocelyn takes over as the sole director of the next community theatre project. Maybe it’s something very experimental? Or she gets brave and goes political with Cats. What is it? How does it go?

Mutt comes back to town for Roland Jr's 2nd birthday party. Where has he been? Will he finally apologize for being a jerk to his parents and Twyla? Will he and Jake hatefuck about how there can only be one chiseled woodworker in town? Have the raccoons moved back into his barn? Will he actually spend a single second with the little brother he supposedly came back to witness the birth of? What has he been doing all this time?

Twyla throws a relaunch party for the new and improved(?) Cafe. Does she get help? Does it go well? Is it themed?? (prompt for any format that takes your fancy!)

Twyla starts the slow renovation of the cafe and at first David is excited, because it's gross and she asks him for advice on making it still have the theme and character but be less gross, but then he starts to realize that by helping he's erasing the backdrop of so many of his memories, especially of his life with Patrick. Patrick has been quietly sad about it himself, but keeping it from David because David was initially so excited. When he realizes they are both struggling, he gets Twyla to let them in after hours for one last slowdance in the middle of the floor, and one last meal at the booth that house their first date and their wedding planning.

Ray requests halal food at Bob's on the show, so I would love a Ray-centric story that explores what we know of him (Winnipeg and Muslim is kind of it, I guess). Maybe something with him running for town council again after dropping one of his other businesses, or something about him creating an entirely new business, or something about him being religious, or something about him related to Rose Apothecary, since we never got to see him in that space on the show. Just give me Ray!

Twyla is nervous about the relaunch of Cafe Tropical. She reaches out to Alexis for support. bonus points for romantic undertones (or just blatant girlfriends, that's good too). super triple bonus points if alexis shows up in person.

Alexis and Twyla have every intention of maintaining their friendship when Alexis moves away, but their differing schedules and growing careers make it difficult to stay in touch like they used to. Alexis decides to take matters into her own hands and fly to Schitt's Creek for a surprise visit, but it turns out that Twyla had been pulling away due to some unresolved romantic feelings that Alexis has been oblivious to all this time.

Schitt's Creek's Annual Asbestos Fest! It may be annual, but we only got to see one. What does Asbestos Fest look like without Moira?

There’s also a generic, catch-all prompt for each episode, so if you have ideas about what the residents of Schitt’s Creek are up to that don’t fit here, you can claim the generic prompt and get creating!

#schitt's creek #schitts creek #twyla sands #patrick brewer #jake #ronnie lee #mutt schitt #david rose #ray butani #alexis rose #sc season 7 prompt fest #prompts by episode

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awakedreamerin · 4 years

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Lesbian & Bisexual TV Shows

- Killing eve [Villanelle & Eve]

- South of nowhere (Spashley)

- Skins, 2nd generation (naomily)

- The 100 (Clexa)

- Black sails [Max & Eleanor, Anne]

- Orphan black (Cosima & Delphine, Shay)

- Humans (Niska & Astrid)

- Person of interest (Root and Shaw)

- Lovleg (Gunnhild and Luna)

-Harlots [charlotte & lady fitz]

- Teenage bounty hunters [Sterling & April]

- Zarah - Wilde Jahre [Zarah & Jenny]

- Tutto può succedere (Ambra & Giada)

- GZSZ (annie & jasmin)

-Alles was zählt [chiara & ina]

- Malaika (Esra & Laura)

- Everything sucks (kate & emaline)

- Gentleman jack [Anne Lister & Ann Walker]

Women in prison:

-Wentworth (la mejor!), Vis a vis, Orange is the New Black, Unité 9.

SKAM world:

- SKAM france [lola and maya] [The best by far], SKAM Austin [Shay & Megan], SKAM España (cris&joana).

-I am Not Okay With This [Sydney & Dina]

- Don’t look deeper [Aisha & Jenny]

-Call the midwife [Patty and Delia]

-amar a muerte (juliana & valentina) [telenovela]

- Coronation street [sophie & sian, sophie & maddie, rana & kate]

- Malhacao (lica & samantha)

-les de l’hoquei [lorena&gina,flor]

-ANNE+ [WEBSERIE]

- Sugar Rush [kim & sugar]

- Atypical (cassey & izzie)

- Lip service [tess & lou, tess& lexie, cat & frankie, cat & sam]

- Vikings (Lagertha & Astrid) [I prefer Lagertha & Ragnar... the couple is okay, but the serie is super worth watching]- Black mirror (kelly & yorkie) [just an episode]- Once and again (jessie & katie)

-The originals [freya & keelin], also from the saga: tvd [nora & mary louise] and legacies [josie & penelope]

-Euphoria [Rue & Jules, Jules & Anna]-The O.C. [Marissa & Alex]-Desenfrenadas [Vera & Marcela]

- pretty little liars(emily&maya,paige,talia,sara,alison) also with the same actress: you [Peach & Beck]

-Supergirl (alex & maggie)

-Faking it [Amy & Reagan,Sabrina and also karmy for the shippers]

-Midhunter [Wendy & Kay]-greys anatomy [callie & arizona,maya & carina]- Xena the warrior princess-Banana (ep.3) sian and violet-Get even [Olivia & Amber]-The walking dead [Tara, Magna & Yumiko]-Godless (mary & callie)-The Haunting of Hill House [theo & trish], the Haunting of Bly Manor [Dani & Jamie]

- Glee [santana & brittany]

- 100 días para enamorarse/enamorarnos [versión original argentina: Juan & Emma, remake versión mexicana: Ale & Lucia, mejor, tienen más química y la progresión tiene más sentido]

-Sjukt oklar [Ellen & Vera]-Betty [honeybear & Ash]- Feel Good [Mae & George]-Tagaad [Lea & Orian]- Motherland: Fort Salem [Raelle & Scylla]-Gypsy [sidney & jean]-the handmaid’s tale [Moira, Emily]-Anyone But Me [Aster & Vivian] [WEBSERIE]- Hannibal season 2 [Alana & Margot]- The Good Wife [Kalinda]- The Wire [Kima]- American Horror Story, season 2 [Lana & Wendy]

Asian TV shows

-Lily fever [Kim Kyung Ju & Jang Se Rang] [WEBSERIE]

-The Rich Man's Daughter [Althea & Jade]-Hormones season 2 and 3 (koi & dao) -'Songkhram Nangngam Season 2' [alice & nam]-Seonam Girls High School Investigators [Suyeon & Eunbin]-Transit girls [Yui & Sayuri]-Come Back Mister [Yi Yeon & Hong Nan] [a creative way to being able to represent a lesbian couple in a mainstream kdrama...]- My Personal Shopper [Se Yeon x Kyung Hye] [a realistic ship]- Underwear (Jay & Yin) Thailand- Club Friday The Series 8 [model-looking actresses, bad ending]- Four more shots please [Umang & Samara]

- The Stripper [Brasileira WEBSERIE adaptation of a Camren fanfic]- Hunters [Millie & Maria]-sex education-batwoman-star [Simone & karen, Nina]-Coisa mais linda [Thereza & Helô]-Em familia [Clara & Marina]-Orfãos da Terra [Camila & Valéria]

ESPAÑOLAS: Los hombres de Paco [Silvia & Pepa], tierra de lobos (isabel & cristina), seis hermanas (celia & aurora, y antes celia & petra, amor no correspondido), alta mar [Casandra & Carolina], Acacias [Maite & Camino], servir y proteger [nacha & teresa]

- wynona earp (waverly & nicole)-Dark [Agnes & Doris]-Controle [natalia & majka] [WEBSERIES]-Legend of the Seeker [cara]-True Blood [Lafayette, Tara, Sophie]-Girls [Jessa]-Runaways [Nico & Karolina]-sense 8 (nomi & amanita)-The Good Fight [maia, amy]- nurses [Ash and Caro] - Game of Thrones [Doreah, Ellaria Sand,Yara Greyjoy] - Jane The Virgin [Rose & Luisa, petra & jane ramos] -The Deuce - Dickinson [Emily & Sue]-Saving Hope [Maggie & Sydney]- Mi familia perfecta [Genesis & Megan]

Polyamorous relationships:

- Trigonometry [Ray, Gemma, Kieran]- You Me Her [Izzy, Emma, Jack]- Siren

Others:

- once upon a time [Alice & Robin] -Maria x Daniela (Ingobernable] -Flunk series [WEBSERIES] - Counterpart [Baldwin x Clare] -The Stranded [Arisa + Ying] -How to Get Away with Murder -DC's Legends of Tomorrow [avalance] -G.L.O.W.-the L word -Operación Pacífico [Paula & Valeria] -flozmin-Luisita y Amelia en Amar es para Siempre -vida -charmed -one day at a time -Brooklyn Nine-Nine-Black Lightning [Anissa y Grace ]-Sally4Ever-Burden of Truth

DO YOU HAVE OTHER RECOMMENDATIONS? 😊

#pride #pridemonth #lesbian #bisexual #lgtb #lgtbi #lgtbq community #lgtbq history

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take her to the moon || kim sunwoo

[22:19]

“don’t do this, please,” sunwoo sobbed into your sweater that was once his, clinging to your figure as if you were going to leave the moment he lets go. “I swear it- she didn’t mean anything to me! y/n please-”

“sunwoo, please don’t make this harder for me” you chuckled painfully, caressing the back of his head that was placed on your damp shoulder. “of course she means something to you, my love.” you paused, lifting his head up to rest your forehead on his, “but why would you hide it from me? didn’t I ask you to tell me everything?”

tears rapidly fell from your eyes and his. the night cold and the winds harsh compared the soft yellow glow of the fairy lights you hung up with sunwoo months ago, especially on the rooftop of you and sunwoo’s shared apartment where both of you were. god, that was the last thing he wanted: to make you cry, to see your beautiful face stained with salty tears that he knew he caused.

you knew of his secret escapades with the pretty girl from his chemistry class, but not even once did you speak a word about it to him. ‘if she makes him happy, I’ll be okay’ you thought every time you’d smell her perfume on his shirt, or when you see a pink lipstick stain on the collar of his favorite white sweater. you knew you should get out of the relationship, according to your friends. they knew you were already in pain, and you did know that, but your pathetic self always came back to him, and you always will.

how could you let him go? you and sunwoo met in freshman year at high school and got together in your junior year. after graduation, you both agreed on living in one apartment since you were both nearing your 2nd anniversary and you were both attending the same university but with different courses. you knew he was the one for you. how could you possibly let him go?

the first time you noticed was when there was a different scent on his hoodie. a scent that did not belong to you. you thought it was just because he had to spend his time on a female classmate’s house to finish their thesis report. or so you thought. it added up day by day: started from the strong victoria’s secret perfumes that you never owned, to the lipstick stains that you never wore, to the amount of time he was gone that you never spent. you were never worried though, you believed at the end of the day, he’d run back to you.

you both were drifting apart, and it was only beneficial to the party that was not yours. you no longer were the cause of his bright smiles. he smiles on his phone more, you took note of that as well. it was hurting you, he was hurting you, but at the same time, he still manages to heal your torn heart with those stupid forehead kisses, those stupid quirks he had, that stupid him.

stupid. you were so fucking stupid and you knew that.

until the night came where you saw them kissing on the very same rooftop where you spend your cheap dates with laptop movies, blankets, and junk food, where you watched the sun sink and the moon rise, and eventually watch the sun rise, where you both made paper promises to each other, where you both belonged. you needed to borrow his flash drive as you planned to save more movies for both of you to watch on free days. you stood on the doorstep leading to the rooftop as you watch sunwoo’s lips pull away from her’s, then place a final peck before his lips formed into the smile that you thought was only for you. you slipped into the shadows, but not going unnoticed by sunwoo and his girl as they heard the metal door of the exit harshly slammed close by the wind. all you could do was to look at sunwoo with tears running down your cheeks from your pained eyes, his mirroring your expression as the other girl froze in shock.

now here you all were, sobbing on the rooftop.

“I-I’m sorry, y/n. I swear I would tell you but-” you cut sunwoo off.

“I always knew, sunshine,” you cupped his wet cheek, smiling bittersweetly as your fingers chose to wipe his tears first before your own. sunwoo was surprised at the sudden use of your favorite nickname for him. he did not understand why and how you were not mad at him. “I just wanted to know why you didn’t tell me earlier. that way, it would not be as painful.”

the girl put herself aside and situated herself on the corner, not wanting to sever the gap any farther that separated you and sunwoo in the first place. she never knew anything about you. she just knew that sunwoo will pick her in the end. or will he?

“sunshine, before I say goodbye, will you do one last thing for me?” now you cupped his face, giggling softly to brighten the tense atmosphere as if it is your last time spending this moment with him, and it is. you knew you had to make it last.

‘w-what do you m-mean goodbye- y/n what are you saying-” sunwoo was scared. this was it. you were going to leave him. he expected this. he knew this will come sooner or later, but why was this breaking him?

“be happy,” you whispered softly to your ray of sunshine, the amount of tears falling from your eyes and sunwoo’s increasing.

“h-how could I be happy without you in my life, y/n? tell me how-” Sunwoo was already mad. mad at himself for leaving a diamond such as you for a different gem, at least, you thought she was a gem. his walls crumbled at that point.

“- please y-y/n, just don’t leave me please,” he sobbed. you knew you couldn’t leave him like that, but how would his true love comfort him if you were standing in their way. you started to detach yourself from sunwoo, removing his hands from your arms as you step back towards the exit of the rooftop that was once yours and his.

once you had enough distance from him, the girl approached the boy who was already crouching on the floor, racking with uncontrollable sobs. with a pained glance, you look back at them one last time to speak your final words to them before pulling the metal door shut.

“and sunwoo, take her to the moon for me like you promised me, and say you love her every time like how you told me the last time,” you told him before you were gone from his life, forever.

sunwoo barged into your apartment room, finding the space uncomfortably empty. after you left, he let the girl calm him down, but not how y/n would do it. he was adjusting this new atmosphere without you, and he could not bear it. sunwoo prayed that you have not actually left, that you would come back into the apartment and back into his arms. he can’t be happy without you. he can’t take her to the moon because he promised you, not her. and he can’t love her, because she wasn’t you.

he searched all of your cabinets and drawers, finding all of them empty like his heart, before seeing a little post-it note on your pillow on your side of the bed.

2-2-19

My dearest Sunshine,

I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you, my love. I thought you would still come back to me when I knew that you wouldn’t. I wish I could stick around and fight back your tears and tell you "My love, I'm still here". I only wish you happiness, my dear, and you know that right? I always and always will wish for nothing but your happiness, and if she gives you that, I will gladly let you go. I’ll live with the pain as long as it’s for you, my Prince. Please remember that no matter where you are, you'll always have my heart, and I'll always love you from afar.

So be happy, my love

y/n

song inspo: take her to the moon - moira dela torre

#lune types #oh god #sunwoo hours #open #the boyz #tbz #the boyz fic #the boyz x reader #the boyz imagines #the boyz blurbs #the boyz angst #kim sunwoo #kim sunwoo fic #kim sunwoo imagines #kim sunwoo x reader #the boyz sunwoo #kim sunwoo angst #kim sunwoo blurb #wheeee

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OSWC Day 8: Eerie

This time, it’s kind of fae-related! Again, this is in 2nd person POV and has no promises of plot or quality. There aren’t content warnings I know of this time, so if anything needs to be tagged, please let me know.

“I don’t think you should trust her.”

“I don’t think you should trust him.”

You sighed, images swimming in your mind like you can’t bear to focus on them. It was far too easy for you to get acquainted with people who hate each other.

Adam was someone you’d known for a grand total of two months before the rest of your classmates assigned you the title of “Adam’s Best Friend.” You didn’t really mind that, but the amount of people who speculated you were dating one friend or another based upon how much physical contact you had with them… That was exhausting. It was worse when someone decided to spread a rumor that you were mainly dating one person and cheating on them with the rest of your friends.

Everything stopped after you stopped hugging people in plain sight and throwing your arms around friends like a jaunty pirate who was about to sing a shanty. And that kind of sucked, seeing as you really didn’t have that much physical contact with people to begin with.

But being friends with people who hated each other outright was something you had yet to experience.

Moira had shown up in the middle of the year. She was quiet and got her work done quickly, even if it was scrawled almost illegibly. You’d have expected a girl as put-together as her would have neater writing, but she seemed to always be a little out of it.

You were almost sure it was… a substance, but it turned out she had a fucked-up sleep schedule like everyone else. She was tired, and so were you and Adam and Heather and Danny and Kay and everyone in the rest of your classes. The athletes were probably worse off with their AP tests and sports that ran almost until midnight, but they seemed to be functioning better than your gaggle of weirdos.

After a while, you were sure that something had happened between Adam and Moira. Adam kept sneaking glances at her when he thought no one was looking. Moira glared at nothing, pointedly not facing in his direction even in class.

Like a fool, you asked them both what was going on. And they treated you like a fool: telling you that there wasn’t anything going on, or it was too complicated to explain. You asked them if you could somehow learn more about it or even get them to talk it out. You were shot down politely as Adam talked in circles.

A week of that made you feel like shit. Sure, sometimes you didn’t understand things the first time they were explained to you. Sure, you didn’t really understand the concept of parents in relation to their children. But it was weird to be put out of the loop like that.

Your phone rung from somewhere around your bed. You scrambled to look for it, finding it between your blankets before the ringing stopped.

“Hello?” you said, even though you knew it was Adam on the other end. Caller ID might not be a recent invention, but you’d observed too many people picking up the phone and assuming that the person was on the other end. In crime shows and Lifetime movies, it was either the cops or a killer.

“Hey. It’s me.” Adam’s voice came through almost staticky.

Why he decided to call you instead of video calling or texting you was a mystery you didn’t care enough to solve. He’d avoided you for most of the week, so this was a somewhat welcome interaction.

“I know,” you responded. “Is everything okay?”

A stupid question to ask, but a question that you wanted an answer to.

“Uh, well…” he trailed off, only the sounds of his fingertips drumming meeting your ears. “I’m fine. I’m more worried about you.”

“What? Why?” You tried to think of every possibly suspicious thing you could have done in the last year. Nothing beside the “bury me in the woods so I can take a ten-year nap and figure out my life” thing came to mind. And that was quite possibly the tames thing you could have said in that situation.

“Something’s wrong with Moira. I just—I can’t explain it.”

You squinted at nothing. “What happened?”

“It’s either that or I just got face-blindness that only applies to her,” he said, background no longer containing finger-drumming. “Do you remember what she looks like?”

She was… taller than you. Or maybe your same height. Sometimes it felt like she was larger than her personality suggested. She was… blonde—no, her hair was that one shade of light brown. Or, no, actually… Didn’t she dye it? You couldn’t remember her eye color, but you only remembered Heather’s because they were green and you don’t see that often. And you normally only kept track of friends’ body types because of dysphoria reasons, but you really couldn’t remember whether Moira was skinny as a bird or larger than you. Was she white? White-passing? Tan?

“I… I don’t…”

He made a sort of hum in agreement, though in a “you just confirmed my suspicions” sort of way instead of the smug “I know better than you” hum he used during play arguments. (The most recent of which involved the inheritance of a house and car left by a fictional uncle of Adam and Kay who’d been unclear in the also-fictional will.)

“I asked a couple other people, too.” Staticky shuffling came from the other line. “Danny thought she had black hair, Heather said she was blonde… Kay for some reason is convinced that Moira is middle eastern, but I know she’s whiter than me.”

You exhaled a slight laugh. There was no way someone could be whiter than Adam. He was the whitest person you’d ever met besides Kay, who’d adamantly refused to eat anything they hadn’t seen someone else try first. Spicy foods were almost an adventure for them.

“No human person can be that forgettable.”

That was true, but you’d lost track of Danny a few times because you confused him with any number of skyscraper-tall guys wearing sports brands. Those times had been on account of you refusing to get glasses until you nearly failed a core class, so they didn’t really count.

“I guess…” You don’t really know how to respond to that. Insinuating that someone you’ve been friends with for…

You can’t remember when your acquaintanceship became a friendship. Or really how exactly you met Moira to begin with.

“Yeah, that was a pretty stupid thing to say. But there’s something off about her. Please be careful.”

“Well, I was planning on it after I realized I don’t know what she looks like, but thanks.”

#oswc2020 #ricky writes short stories #short stories #long post

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May 2nd: Rope

The bounty hunter Morgan Goode stalked her quarry through the gulch as the sun beat down on the Montanna mid-afternoon. The stetson she wore covered her eyes in shadow with its wide brim, whilst she watched a tumbleweed gently meander across the mouth of the dried up river bed. A pair of spurs jangled slightly from her custom made leather boots with each step her horse took. Three days outside of Georgetown, Morgan had only one thought on her mind: finding the location of a hidden stash from the bandit Moira Byrne. They were heading east, thankfully, which placed the sun behind Morgan should anyone look her way.

It had all begun a few nights before at a saloon in Georgetown. The whisky flowed like water through the gills of fish, and many a game of Faro was enjoyed that night by the gambling sorts. The whores, both male and female, did a roaring trade. It was by all accounts a successful night in the old West. Morgan had been in town a couple of days, restocking on supplies and handing in a bounty to the sheriff's office. It was a tough old life being a bounty hunter. Every step could be your last, but that was just the way Morgan liked it. She wasn’t much suited for softer work.

On this particular evening she had situated herself in the corner, drinking sparsely from a bottle of the old firewater herself. Half of the job of a good bounty hunter was being an excellent eavesdropper. Morgan was able to listen to a room full of people talking and keep three or four separate conversations straight in her head as she listened, whilst looking inconspicuous to her own impoliteness. The doors to the saloon swung open and in came Moira. She carried with her a heavy revolver strapped to her right hip, and an enormous Cheshire cat grin as she sauntered to the bar and demanded the best whisky in the house. Two hours later and everyone in the place knew that she had just split from the gang she was running with, that she had a bounty on her head, but more importantly that she had stashed her share of the profits from a recent train robbery.

Morgan supposed that Moira had thought that she was safe mouthing off in the town. Everyone was in awe of the red hand gang, the group that Moira had just split from. In order to get in you had to be a pretty rough and ready character, or so the stories went. Plus they had pulled off that train robbery, which almost always ended in disaster. There was a slim chance that anyone would be gunning for Moira after that story. Save for the steel eyed bounty hunter following her trail.

Mopping her brow slightly, Morgan pushed her fringe out of her eyes. Though her chestnut hair was closely cropped, it still dangled down at the front when left to its own devices. The back of her quarry’s head was just visible at the edge of her vision, but the gulch was just about to end abruptly and make its way into a steep valley, so Morgan felt it was time to close the distance. Once she got into the valley, there would be no easy escape and there was plenty of privacy to be had.

Spurring the horse into a canter, Morgan checked her lasso knotwork. She was a Kentucky girl herself, which meant horse rearing. Inevitably that also meant that she was a dab hand with a length of rope, in more ways than one. Her family had owned a pony farm on the outskirts of a small town, but when bandits came and stole the whole flock her family had gone out of business real quick. Her daddy had already taken out a loan about as big as he was going to get, and his gambling habit didn't feed itself. Morgan pushed back these thoughts that came unbidden to the fore of her mind. Though the hatred of the lawless would steel her resolve, thinking about her family just made her feel depressed. As her calloused hands felt along the length of the knotwork, she found that it was impeccable as always. Nobody would be able to loosen that once it was pulled taut.

Stepping carefully out of the gulch, it was a small distance to enter the valley. The temperature was rising uncomfortably from the high position of the sun. At least in the valley there was the shelter of the pine trees lining both sheer slopes. The scent of the trees wafted from the pathway where a carpet of their leaves had fallen. Good, Morgan thought to herself, that will give me something to tie her to.

The showdown approached, with Moira still none the wiser to the fact she was being stalked by a rope toting cowgirl. This was part of Morgan’s tactics. She hated to shoot people, no matter how rotten. Everyone out here had someone, brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, sons and daughters. The list went on. It was far easier to make peace with the bounty hunter who brought your loved one back alive, even if they ended up swinging at the end of a sheriff's noose. And for those that went to jail? At least you could visit or write them. Sizing up the shape of the clearing and the distance between the trees, Morgan coiled the rope to the appropriate length for swinging in such conditions and she began to whirl the lasso over her head as quietly as she could.

The throw landed perfectly. Moira would have only a moment to notice the rope flying past her vision, before she was flying through the air to meet the ground. She cried out in surprise and shock at the sudden rude awakening from what had just moments before been a pleasant trot through some picturesque scenery. Now for the clever part. Morgan spurred her horse into action again, this time driving the mare into a gallop. The rope had caught Moiras hands down by her sides, but most folk worth their salt could still reach their gun from here. Timing it just right, Morgan galloped past like the wind. At the exact moment when Moira was taking her revolver out of the holster she took an almighty jolt from the rope dragging her along. Most people dropped their guns when this happened, and Moira proved to be no exception. The revolver slipped from her hands and bounced once on the pine carpet as she found herself dragged by the bounty hunter deeper into the valley.

Once the gun was dealt with, Morgan slowed her horse to a trot. She was still dragging Moira along, but at least she wasn't smashing her captive off every rock and root through this wild off-road track. Locating a large enough tree for her purposes, Morgan approached and climbed down. The lasso was secured to the horse bridle, and in turn she secured the horse to a nearby log.

“Good girl.” She praised, passively. Her eyes instead watched as Moira was trying to free herself from the bindings, but finding them too tight to do anything about. Her hands were jammed hard against her sides, and the knot was impossible to even reach, never mind undo. Morgan drew her pistol and approached.

“Moira.” She called out on the approach. Moira spun around quickly and upon seeing the gun trained on her she sagged her shoulders.

“Ah fuck.” She said despondently. It took Morgan by surprise slightly, having expected a lot more fire from this alleged firecracker, at least if her antics last night were anything to go by.

“Come with me up the hill to this tree, or I am going to be forced to shoot you..” As she spoke, Morgan busied herself getting behind Moira and marching her uphill. She complied without another word.

“Now sit with your back against the tree.” Morgan said, and again Moira complied. Morgan then untied the rope from her horse and walked it around the tree multiple times, looping the rope higher and higher up Moira’s torso until the rope sat just under her ample bosom. Morgan tied it off and admired her handiwork. It was a sturdy tie and wouldn't be coming loose any time soon.

“Who the hell are ya, anyway?” Moira hollered, as Morgan went to her saddlebags to get the rest of her equipment. She took out a coil of rope, a large wooden stake, a mallet and a bag. Once she had these items, she walked back in front of Moira, who by now was looking flustered.

“Name’s Morgan Goode, but I go by another name too. Don’t suppose you’ve heard of me?” She said, arranging her tools on the ground as Moira looked on in cautious curiosity.

“Well yer handy with those ropes, I know that much.” Moira muttered darkly as she squirmed to find some give in the bondage, only to find there was none. Morgan reached down and took hold of one of Moira's legs by the ankle. She tried to kick, but found that Morgan’s grip was too strong. Before Moira knew it she had lost both of her boots, leaving her feet shod in thin cotton socks. Her feet squirmed when introduced to their new predicament, one sole covering the other.

“Straighten your legs, please.” Morgan asked, taking a good hard look at Moira for what seemed like the first time. She was shorter than Morgan thought, standing almost six inches less than Morgan herself. She was also a hell of a lot cuter than Morgan was expecting, with auburn hair tied in braids, chocolate brown eyes that were surprisingly soft and a curvaceous figure. For a moment Morgan started to wonder if she had maybe caught the wrong gal.

“I ain't doing what ya say.” Moira spat back in an act of defiance, causing Morgan to sigh deeply.

“We can do this the hard way if you would prefer.” Morgan picked up the large wooden stake in one hand and mallet in the other. Moira’s eyes widened for a moment, but then turned to a look of curiosity when Morgan began to hammer the stake into the ground about four feet away from the tree. It took almost a minute to embed it fully, but once she was done Morgan knew that even her horse wouldn’t have been able to pull this out of the ground. Next she took the rope and coiled it in a complex way until she had made another lasso, though this one was much smaller.

“Last chance to do as I ask.”

“Or else what?”

“Or I embarrass you again, like this.” With slow and deliberate movements, Morgan picked the coiled rope up and reached out her other hand. Despite kicking and flailing as best she could, Moira couldn’t stop the other woman from seizing a firm grip on her ankle and pulling her leg taught, the joints and muscles straightening against her will.

“Get off me! Ya have no idea what trouble yer in!” Moira’s voice was getting shriller, higher pitched and with more of a panicked twinge to it. Morgan still hadn’t explained what was about to happen next. Kneeling across Moira’s shin, she reached out and took hold of her other leg and pulled it beside the first. Moira was probably referring to her affiliation with the Red Hand gang, but probably didn’t realise that Morgan was in the saloon last night and heard this little firecracker openly admit she wasn’t running with that gang anymore.

The trap closed over Moira’s ankles and she was forced to watch as Morgan pulled the ropes taut and bound it to the stake. Her knotwork was hypnotic and impeccable to the point where Moira didn’t even bother to struggle, she just glowered at Morgan, who by this point was starting to enjoy herself.

“Now.” She began, setting a small canvas bag down next to Moira’s bound and socked feet. “It’s time to talk, Moira.” As she spoke, Morgan took a number of items out of her bag and laid them out on the ground. A pair of soft looking eagle tail feathers, a horse grooming brush and a ball of twine.

“What… are ya gonna tickle me or something?” Moira said astutely. Morgan looked her right in the eye and allowed a tiny smile to creep into the corners of her lips. “Wait… I know ya.” Moira exclaimed, eyes going wide with horror at the realisation. “Yer the Kentucky Quill!” Morgan nodded once and tipped her hat in acknowledgement.

“That’s right. So you know what comes next, but you don’t know what I want, but I bet you can guess..” Picking up the plumes before regarding her captive’s socks, Morgan inspected the material. They were white cotton socks, or rather they were white once. A little dirty these days, with some holes in the toes and one or two around the sole. It wasn’t an uncommon sight by any means. It was a welcome sight for Morgan though, as she often liked to start with the socks on.

“I imagine ya want me to talk about my stash from the big train job, but ya must be outta yer mind if ya think I’m gonna spill my guts from a little ticklin'.”

“It always starts and ends the same way. Last chance before we get started.”

“Do yer worst!” Moira glowered.

“As you wish.” Morgan said, delighted that Moira was going to try to resist. She always loved it when they put up a fight, but every single person the Kentucky Quill had ever tied up had spilled the beans one way or another. “Say your prayers Moira, because you’ll need a higher power to resist.”

With that said, Morgan slipped an eagle feather into Moira's left sock through one of the holes in the toes. The bandit squirmed her ankle, trying to jerk her foot away, but Morgan simply took hold of the top of Moiras foot in the palm of her other hand to hold it still. Twisting the feather between her fingers, Morgan caused the implement to spin around in the sock, tickling Moira’s sole. The bandit twitched and struggled as best she could, trying not to laugh in a vain attempt to deprive Morgan of her fun. Little did Moira know, but this was exactly how Morgan liked it.

“Come on quit it!” Moira growled, more bravely than she probably felt by this point, “Yer not gonna break me with this kids stuff, I ain't never gonna tell ya where my stash is!”

The quill sawed up and down throughout the sock, finding all sorts of little places to get lost in for a few moments before gliding back upwards. Trapping the feather between the sock and the sole did diminish how ticklish it was, but it made it much harder to get away from, as Moira was quickly discovering. Since she couldn't make very dramatic movements with her foot, Moira found that the small movements she could make were actually contributing to tickling her foot. She began to titter in earnest.

“Quit it I said!” She yelled now, squirming in her bondage even more, knowing it would earn her only deepening rope marks.

“You are in control of your own tickling, Moira.” A shiver went down Morgan’s back when she said the word “Tickling”. She normally disliked saying or hearing the word because of how it made her feel, but in this context it was thrilling. There were things you could say to a bound captive that you could never say in polite conversation, and if you did manage to say them in that context it would never convey the same titillating feeling. “Just as soon as you cry for mercy and tell me where your stash is, I’ll stop tickling and we can set off to go dig it up.”

It was time to up the ante, Morgan felt, so she released her hold on Moira’s foot and then placed the other feather in her other sock, this time through the hole in the sole. Moira gave out a squeal at the contact and began squirming both feet back and forth. It didn't do her much good at this point though, Morgan was moving more or less in time with Moira to keep up the tickling sensations.

“Wait a second!” Cracks in Moira‘s armour were visibly forming as sweat beaded at her freckled forehead. Clearly she was growing frustrated at the insistent tickling and her own inability to quell it or escape it. “Give me a minute, would ya? I gotta remember where it is!”

Morgan knew full well that this was a stalling tactic to earn her feet a break, but she indulged it with amusement. Letting Moira have a modicum of control allowed Morgan to take it away as a punishment, which always led to some of her favourite scenarios when tickling a prisoner. Withdrawing the feathers she teased them down Moira‘s sock covered insteps, and even this was giving the bandit cause to squirm.

“Take all the time you want, dear. I‘ll still be here waiting to continue the second you decide that you can‘t recall, or when you've found your nerve again.”

“Ya dirty... grrr…”

“The only thing dirty around here are your socks. Speaking of which, since you‘re clearly stalling, I think it‘s time we took them off.”

Without waiting to listen to her complaints, Morgan stripped Moira of her socks. She took both at once in one single yank of the material gathered by the toes and tossed them over her shoulder. Moira wouldn't be needing socks for the foreseeable future as far as Morgan was concerned.

“Damn it! Ya can‘t do this to me!”

“Actually, I can and I am, and there isn‘t anything you can do to stop me. Plus, I know for a fact that this valley is used as a route infrequently, so we are unlikely to be discovered if you were hoping for rescue from your predicament. I don‘t mind if you give up now, in ten minutes, in an hour, or even tomorrow morning. All I know is that I am going to tickle your bare feet until you submit and talk.”

Without waiting for further discourse, Morgan swept the tips of the feathers from Moira‘s heels to the tips of her short toes. The bandit‘s feet were small and wide, forming almost an inverted triangle shape and with aforementioned short, round toes. It would be a challenge to get fingernails between them, but the feather fit just fine. Sawing it back and forth elicited shrieks of panic from Moira, but because she could still wiggle her feet back and forth a bit, Morgan struggled to keep the feather in that sweet spot that would make her squeal. Instead she began sweeping both feathers randomly up and down her flailing feet, which struggled from side to side like a metronome.

“Quit it! Quit it! I’ll never talk, ya pain in the ass!” Moira struggled to speak in between her squeaks, squeals and attempt to keep her lips together. She hadn’t out and out laughed yet, but Morgan was working up to it. Her feet were plenty ticklish though, pleasing the bounty hunter immeasurably. She anticipated that Moira would be begging around the time the brush got to her soles based on her experience of tickling bound feet.

“Then I’ll never give you another break. I bet you’ll need me to stop way before I need to stop. The only thing that gets you breaks is information.” Morgan retorted matter of factly. By now she had been feathering Moira for about a minute and a half and already she could see the resolve cracking on the bandit.

After that, Morgan just ignored every insult, threat and swear word that came out of Moira’s filthy mouth. The feather continued to stroke up and down time after time, teasing at the edges of her feet, sweeping under the toes, dominating the arch of the foot and tracking along each of the bandit’s adorable toes. As Morgan progressed with the tenacious tickling, Moira lost the ability to hold in her giggles, then she began to guffaw,

“Stop! Stop! I’ll tell ya where the money is!” Moira yelled through her laughter. Morgan didn’t stop right away though, every action she performed aimed at taking control away from Moira and illustrating just who was in charge. The feathers decreased in speed gradually, like a train approaching a station until the tips rested against the captive woman’s heels.

“Talk then.” Morgan said, knowing that she wouldn’t. Knowing this was just a ploy to make the tickling stop for a moment, and it took every ounce of self control to not smile knowing what her counter play to this move was ahead of time. From her experience what came next would either be an outright lie, stalling tactics, a conversation attempt, or in her favourite cases pleading. There was something just so satisfying about upping the ante on someone who was begging for mercy, yet unwilling to actually break properly.

“Wait a sec, wait- ahh!” Stalling it was, so Morgan stroked both feathers up Moira’s soles.

“Talk.” Morgan said gruffly, as if she were losing her patience, as opposed to having the time of her life.

“Fuck off!” Moira yelled with all the violent venom she could muster in between having her soles feathered. Well that tore it. Morgan wouldn’t stand for a foul mouth pointed in her direction. Wordlessly she placed the feathers down and picked up the twine.

“You asked for this.” She warned, taking a length of the course material and winding it around Moira’s big toes in a handcuff knot, before tying it off around the rope securing her ankles. It pulled both of Moira's feet together and then bent them back to force the soles taut. She could still wiggle all of her other toes, but her big toes were now restrained. The bound woman tried to spit at Morgan, tried to shout at her to get her attention, and tried to find a flaw in the bondage. Nothing was working, and now the lesson was to be implemented. She did this to herself.

Using the edges of the feathers, Morgan now inserted them into space beside her restrained big toes and moved them back and forth simultaneously, stimulating the soft flesh between her toes. The reaction was an instantaneous shriek and immediate remorse, manifested by a renewed bout of begging and promising to cooperate. She had earned this though, Morgan thought as she lazily sawed back and forth, putting minimal effort in to get uproarious results. She would continue to punish Moira for a good minute of non-stop sawing between her hypersensitive toes. When the bandit started growing hoarse from all the undignified screeching, Morgan ceased between the toes and began stroking her taut soles instead. The realisation that she was unable to move her feet away from the torment hardly at all brought out a renewed bout of helpless laughter from Moira. She tried to restrain it, tried to fight it, but Morgan knew her stomach muscles would be aching by now.

“Quit it!” She yelled between forced laughter. “Stop! I’ll tell ya, I mean it!” Morgan smirked to hear it and carried on regardless. She had just built up a rhythm of alternating strokes and was enjoying the laughter too much. She also wanted Moira to realise that the more she tried to resist and deceive the more devious her captor would be. Another thirty seconds or so and she again began to slow before resting the plumes against Moira’s toes, holding them hostage.

“Go on then. And don’t bother lying, because I’ll know.” Morgan punctuated her threat with a little reminder of the consequences. She twisted the feather between her thumb and forefinger, causing it to slightly brush against Moira’s tip toes. The bandit winced, but didn’t say anything at first, taking this moment to breathe deeply. When she did speak, her voice was as dark as a brooding storm.

“When I get loose, I’m gonna git ya, an’ I’m gonna tie ya up. Then I’m gonna take yer boots off an’ I’m gonna do the exact same thing to ya, see how ya like it!” That concept took Morgan back a bit. Nobody had ever threatened to tickle her before. Plenty had offered to kill her, skin her alive, tie her to train tracks, etcetera.

“So let me get this straight.” She said, taking the twine and forming a series of little loops. Each of these loops found their way around a toe and proceeded to pull back and tie each piece of twine to the ropes binding Moira’s ankles. “You want to tie me up so that I’m as helpless as you are now. Then you want to take my boots off, and then take my socks off, so that I’m as barefoot as you are now...” Morgan was getting a little too into this, which Moira was probably picking up on, but Morgan carried on anyway. It wasn’t every day she got to say these things to someone. “Then,” she continued, voice almost trembling now, “you want to tickle my poor defenceless bare soles until I cry uncle?”

Moira’s dark veneer melted like butter during the course of Morgan’s speech and she smirked. “Yer, that’s right. Only ya won’t be askin’ for uncle, will ya? Prob’ly just ask me to fuck ya instead.” This definitely hadn’t happened to Morgan before and she was a little taken aback by it. “So how's about it? Do ya want a turn to get tied up an’ tickled?”

A thrill ran through Morgan’s body hearing another woman offer to tie her up and tickle her, but her mind raced to quash the feeling. This was about getting the money, and about collecting the bounty for this vile excuse for a cowgirl.

“You’re going to want to keep your dirty talk to yourself.” Morgan said, discarding the feathers and gently rubbing Moira’s soles with her fingertips. “All I want from you is information, and if you keep talking dirty I’ll gag you with your dirty socks.” Without giving Moira a chance to backchat, Morgan skittered her manicured nails right over the arches of her captive’s feet. Moira screamed, much louder than Morgan had been anticipating, and immediately began begging and pleading and saying she was sorry.

Morgan had to find a way to calm down now though. She knew she was blushing deeply, as the scarlet in her cheeks caused them to radiate warmth. What did she plan to do with the money when all this was done? Well, she had planned to buy a ranch and try her hand at raising horses herself. Just her and the horses. It never occurred to her before now just how lonely a dream that seemed. With no more feet to tickle. No more bandits to interrogate in her own special way. No more “Please don’t tickle me!” No more “Not there! Anywhere but there!” No more “Anything but the feather!” She frowned at the small bare feet in front of her that tried every conceivable angle to squirm more than an inch in any direction.

“Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! Ahhhhhh! I can’t stand it!” Moira’’s laughter came in gales now, and her tone of voice was at the precipice of panic. In a blur of nails manicured to a point, scraping up every little bit of Moira’s flesh, the bandit’s resolve finally broke. Morgan ceased suddenly and looked up at Moira, slightly wild eyed as she returned to reality. Somehow Moira had managed to shake her hair out of the braids and her naturally curly hair was all over the place now, including matted to her forehead. She panted and sweated profusely, looking like she had been for a five mile run.

“Mercy…” She panted once more, shoulders drooped and leaning forwards as much as she could. “I’ll tell ya where the stash is.” Morgan had snapped out of it fully by now and was watching Moira carefully, nails poised to tickle again should they need to.

“I’m waiting.” Morgan said, impatiently. Again though, feeling anything but impatient with a captive as cute and as ticklish as Moira.

“I buried it under a stump, out by the red ridge. On the North side, near the creek. I… I’ll take ya there.” Moira said, dejectedly.

“Very good. Now apologise to me.”

Moira’s head snapped up. “Fer what!?”

“You said some very nasty things to me, and I want you to apologise properly.”

“Ya’v got to be kiddin’ me. I’m supposed to get tickled to high hell then apologise to ya ‘cause ya got hot under the collar? Uh-uh. I may have said I give, but I ain’t givin’ ya that satisfaction.”

“Wrong answer.” Morgan grinned, picking up the horse brush, whilst her heart skipped in joy that it was coming to this. The bristles on the brush were soft, but that only seemed to make things worse as the fibres scraped all along the bottoms of Moira’s feet. Morgan knew from experience that this was the most ticklish of the tools she had in her arsenal. Nobody withstood the brush for long, and Moira certainly wouldn’t be able to last on account of how ticklish she was.

“Please! Please! Am sorry! I’ll do it! I’ll say whatever ya want!” Moira pleaded, dispersed amongst hysterical laughter and attempts to draw breath deep enough to laugh back out. Morgan ignored her gleefully, the brush educating Moira in ways no prison cell ever would, and the way no gallows ever could.

“Now Moira, you’re gonna laugh it up some more, and then we are going to pack up and head up to Red Ridge, and you’re going to dig up your treasure for me. You’re going to be a good girl, and you’re going to do as your told, otherwise these pretty little feet of yours will get brush again. I get the feeling you don’t want the brush any more?”

“No! No! No! No more!” Moira squealed. “I’ll be good! I swears it! I’ll do whatever you want!”

Morgan pressed on regardless, pushing the brush up against the undersides of Moira’s toes, long since aware that this was the most ticklish part of her whole foot. “Good girl. Now, tell me who is your mistress.” Morgan said in a sweet and innocent voice, yet the continence of which was growing darker with every second of tickle torture that passed.

“Wait! Someone is coming! Wait! Stop! Behind you!” Moira screamed at the top of her lungs, coughing and struggling now as she battled the brush in a losing affair. Morgan thought it was a ploy to get her to stop tickling, so she carried on, but it was only a few more seconds before something bashed her right behind the ear and she fell forwards onto the ground with a low moan, face landing right next to the very feet she had been torturing for almost an hour now.

The last thing she saw before she passed out was a pair of cowboy boots stepping closer and a feminine voice speaking. “Well look at what we have here. It’s a good thing I overheard the location of your stash. Seems quite a ticklish situation all told.” The sound of the woman’s laughter resonated within the halls of Morgan’s mind as unconsciousness pulled her deeper into the dark.

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