#highway robbery

[nesperus]

quick doodle from last night for your troubles

[lulublack90]

Prompt 3 - Historical AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 3, word count 706

The carriage bumped and bounced along the road towards London. It was doing nothing to help Remus’s sore body. He’d used his last coin to hire this abysmal transport to get him home, too tired to walk the final few miles.

At some point, he must have dozed off. He woke sliding off the bench as the carriage came to a sudden halt. He pulled himself into a sitting position and spotted the line of trees on either side of the carriage through its windows. This wasn’t London. So why were they stopping? 

“Stand and deliver! Your money or your life!” A strong voice called out. He heard a thump and the sound of fleeing footsteps. 

A trickle of fear ran through Remus because, if he wasn’t very much mistaken, it sounded like his driver had just abandoned him to a highway robbery. 

He heard the crunch of sauntering boots approaching the carriage door. He didn’t have a gun or anything to protect himself with. He had no idea what he was going to do. 

The handle clicked down, and slowly, the door swung open to reveal a broad-shouldered man with long dark curls and high cheekbones. Half of his face was covered with a fine black scarf with two eyeholes cut out of it. He missed the words the man spoke as Remus found himself lost in the stormy grey eyes that stared down at him. 

S-s-sorry. What did you say?” He stammered when those wild eyes narrowed at him. 

“I told you to turn out your pockets, pretty boy.” The highwayman smirked at him. Remus swallowed but did as he was told.

He had a handkerchief, a tattered notebook and pencil, and a cloth with a wedge of cheese and half an apple wrapped tightly in it. The highwayman did not look impressed. 

“Purse,” He ordered. Remus held it out to him. The man snatched it and pulled the strings apart. He greedily looked inside. His brow furrowed, and he looked back up at Remus, confusion clouding his eyes. “Did you swallow it?” He asked. “Or have you hidden it elsewhere?” His eyes flicked down to Remus’s britches, implying heavily where he suspected Remus to have hidden his possessions. Remus shook his head. 

“No, I swear I used my last coin to hire this,” He gestured to the carriage. “I was heading home and couldn’t walk any further.” He met the highwayman’s eyes sadly. “Please, I don’t have anything. Believe me, I’d give it to you if I did, but I don’t. Unless you want my dinner?” He laughed weakly. He had no idea why he was making a joke in this situation, but something about the man made him. 

“Wait, that’s your dinner? In its entirety?” The highwayman asked. Remus shrugged. He’d had less. “Boots?” The highwayman tried instead. Remus held up his almost worn-through shoes. The leather was so thin in places you could almost see through it. The highwayman huffed and ran his fingers frustratedly through his hair. “Right, that’s it. You’re coming with me.” Remus paled. 

“I must warn you I won’t be worth much. I’m regularly ill, and my joints are almost constantly sore.” 

“That’s not what I meant.” The highwayman chuckled quietly. “We have plenty of food back at the camp, and I was inviting you to come and get something warm.”

“Oh,” Remus didn’t know what to say to that. So he just blinked, slightly overwhelmed. “I do need to be getting home.” He looked around. It couldn’t be that hard to drive one of these things. The highwayman seemed to sense what he was thinking. 

“I’m taking the horse and carriage.”

“In that case, I’d be honoured to accompany you for dinner.” He held out his hand, accepting his fate and going with it. “Remus,” He introduced himself. 

“Sirius,” The highwayman took his hand. He bent his head low and brushed his lips across Remus’s knuckles. Oh, Remus thought, his brain short-circuiting. Gently, he pulled Remus’s hand until Remus was on his feet. He followed him willingly into the forest. Leaving the rest of the robbers, whom he hadn’t even noticed while being enchanted by Sirius, to remove any signs that they’d been there at all.    

[7cfc00]

i love ur art style !!! requesting u to pls draw scam and jodie being silly and in love

thx! this one's also for the other person who requested scam/jodie... i didnt know so many people enjoy this ship lol

[blue-deneb]

images that will never leave my head

[apathetic-microwave]

this is so last minute but take it (also fun fact: the demon jodie gets his stats from is 12 feet tall)

[coolestclowns]

Dearest Anthony and jimmy, stop being pussies and make scam and jodie awful TOGETHER, allow them to kiss again, I beg of thee.

[briarpatch-kids]

What plants are you gonna put in your garden? The most successful thing I’ve grown are cucumbers

So far I've got tomatoes, peppers, and ground cherry started but they don't go out till may. I've turned my entire yard into a garden slowly, so I've got peas, beans, tomatoes, peppers, eggplant, melons, summer squash, and cucumbers along with some other stuff. I keep trying cucumbers but I've been having bad luck out back so I'm trying out front this year.

This year I'm trying to grow a really wide variety, we eat out of the garden at least 3 meals a week in the summer. I might do the farmers market if things go well and I have extra produce. They double food stamps and seniors get vouchers for fresh produce and eggs but there's hardly any sellers and very little variety.

[lastoneout]

CORAL ISLAND FULL OFFICIAL RELEASE NOVEMBER 14TH OH GOD I CAN'T BREATHE

[sports-drugs-entertainment]

THE MILLION DOLLAR BABY 🤲🏾

[princecupid]

playing tug of war with borrowed time

[for @ghostsessioned, one amongst many, thank you 🌖❤️]

[raemeh]

I couldn’t find any scamster playlists so I took it upon myself to make one

I recommend listening to it in order to not get the sudden whiplash of two songs with two very different vibes

[nesperus]

(kind of a request) what’s the height difference like between your jodie and scam?

well

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

There is no reason an N64 cartridge should cost more than five bucks in 2023. Super Mario 64 sold tens of millions of copies, it should be a dime a dozen, but everyone on ebay is asking 15, 20, 40, up to 60 dollars for it! That's absolutely ridiculous! All the cheapest cartridges have the stickers torn off with sharpie scrawled on them and are sold as is, no returns. I should be able to buy some old games at a reasonable price, but every single website is acting like they're all brand new releases. You used to be able to buy carts for a buck a pop at the thrift store, good games that people have actually heard of, but now the only affordable ones are sports games or generic shooters with titles like Army Fighters or Air Force Patrol 1999.

[b0bthebuilder35]

And we don’t even get any say in where our tax money goes.

[luna-andra]

welp, time to get my 70 dollars refunded

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"HEAVY SENTENCES FOR STRONG ARM MEN," Cobalt Daily Nugget. October 22, 1912. Page 6. --- NORTH BAY, Oct. 21 - Two ex-convicts named John Hergin and H. Blanchard, were sentenced to five years in Kingston Penitentiary by Magistrate Brodie, at Sudbury, for highway robbery, the victim being an elderly Swede who was decoyed to a lonely place in the C.P.R. yards at Sudbury where he was beaten and robbed of eighty-one dollars. Both had just finished prison terms within the week. [Both men had been released from local jails. Bergin was 30, a fireman (i.e. shoveled coal into a boiler), and an Irish immigrant with many tattoos - a heart cross anchor motif, a dove, a horsehead on his left forearm, a crucifix on his right, and a shamrock, closed hands, heart, and on his outside right arm. He had a U.S. flag on his hand. He was convict #F-487 at Kingston Penitentiary and mostly worked at the stone pile and excavation at the prison until promoted to the engineers. He was reported once, in May 1914, and given three days off his good time. He was released in early 1917. Blanchard was 38, from Quebec, a 'labourer,' and likewise had tattoos - clasped hands on his forearm. He was convict #F-488 at the penitentiary, and worked in the quarry. He was never reported, and released in late 1916.]