#sheriff gage

[pedroam-bang]

The Hateful Eight (2015)

[reppyy]

[oldtvlover]

Evening again, fellas,

and now the pics with Johnny and Roy, and the other guys.

The fishing vacation turns out more to be a working vacation, yet still with success on the fish front. Poor Cap and Henry. lol

Enjoy!

[petnews2day]

Southeast Nebraska man shot and killed dog with pellet gun, deputies say

New Post has been published on https://petn.ws/kKPmD

Southeast Nebraska man shot and killed dog with pellet gun, deputies say

Courtesy: Gage County Sheriff’s Office LINCOLN, Neb. (KLKN) — A dog was shot dead with a pellet gun Saturday in southeast Nebraska, authorities say. The Gage County Sheriff’s Office responded to a home in Cortland, a village in the northern part of the county, about 7:15 p.m. A 57-year-old Cortland man shot the dog after […]

See full article at https://petn.ws/kKPmD #DogNews #Cortland, #Dog, #EntryWound, #GageCountySheriffSOffice, #Garage, #Gun, #Healer, #Hulk, #Nebraska, #Patio, #Pellet, #PelletGun, #SheriffSOffice, #Shot, #SoutheastNebraska, #WholesomeMix, #Yard

[yourbelgianthings]

i love you canon trans characters in podcasts! this post is dedicated to gage, faulkner, paige duplass, shrue, lup, hollis, michael witten, pete conlan, sam nightengale, garthy o’brien, and sheriff sam <3

[pupsmailbox]

COWBOY ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　abeline. adeline. alfred. anderson. annie. archer. arthur. ash. aspen. austin. automata. axel. barett. beau. beckett. belle. bennett. betty. billy. blaise. boone. bree. brooks. bryce. cade. caleb. callen. callie. calvin. carson. casey. cassidy. chance. chase. clayton. clementine. clint. clyde. cody. colby. cole. colt. colton. connor. coraline. county. cree. cyrus. dagger. dakota. dallas. dalton. damon. darby. darla. delta. denver. dove. east. easton. edgar. eliza. elliot. ellis. emmett. emmylou. everett. everly. fallon. fang. farmer. fletcher. flint. flynn. fritz. gage. georgia. georgina. grant. graves. hank. harrison. harvey. hattie. hawk. hayes. heidi. holster. hudson. hunter. ida. jace. jack. jackie. jackson. james. jed. jesse. jessie. john. jolene. josh. joshua. jude. knox. leroy. lewis. loretta. lucille. luke. luther. lyle. maple. marshall. mason. maverick. meadow. millie. misty. myra. nash. nell. nina. oakley. oscar. otis. owen. pace. pamela. penelope. phoenix. pierce. pollyanna. prairie. quinn. ray. reed. reid. rhett. rhys. riley. river. rochelle. rory. roscoe. rosie. rudy. ryder. rye. sadie. savannah. sawyer. scarlett. sedona. selena. shep. shepherd. sienna. sierra. silas. skye. spanner. sparky. sterling. stevie. stormy sullivan. sundance. tallulah. tate. tess. todd. tucker. twila twyla. verily. wade. walker. walt. walter. waylon. wayne. weston. wilde. will. willa. willow. winona. wren. wyatt. zachariah. zane. zeke. zinnia.

PRONOUNS ⌇　ace/ace. aim/aim. badge/badge. bandana/bandana. barrel/barrel. boot/boot. boy/boy. brash/brash. buck/buck. bull/bullet. cattle/cattle. clad/clad. clash/clash. colt/colt. cow/boy. cow/cow. cowboy/cowboy. cy/cyborg. denim/denim. dirt/dirt. dive/dive. drive/drive. fang/fang. farmer/farmer. fence/fence. fire/fire. foal/foal. gold/golden. gra/grass. gun/gun. hat/hat. herd/herd. hill/hill. hit/hit. hold/holdem. holdem/holdem. hoof/hoof. horse/horse. iron/iron. jack/jack. jump/jump. kick/kick. lasso/lasso. law/law. lawful/lawful. lone/lone. mech/mecha. metal/metal. mount/mountain. mustang/mustang. noon/noon. officer/officer. out/out. outlaw/outlaw. poker/poker. protect/protect. pry/pry. punch/punch. punish/punish. ranch/ranch. ranger/ranger. rev/rev. rev/revolver. rev/rev. revolvers/revolver. river/river. ro/ro. robo/robo. rug/rugged. run/run. rust/rust. ry/ry. save/save. sharp/sharp. sheriff/sheriff. shoot/shoot. shot/shot. shot/shotgun. shout/shout. spark/spark. spur/spur. star/star. steed/steed. steel/steel. sun/sun. thief/thief. tumble/tumble. weed/weed. wheat/wheat. wood/wood. yee/haw. yeehaw/yeehaw.

[icallhimjoey]

Picture this: y/n comes home very drunk from a night out with her girlfriends and is trying to jump his bones the whole time while Joe is taking off her make up, giving her water, and changing her into comfy pajamas 🥰

just in time for halloween, i themed this request for all of my spooky babes (a little, it's whatever) enjoy! Wordcount: 2K

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Soft Hands

“Fuck. So, none of them fit?” you said, speech slurred slightly, giving your set of keys another double take. You tried to focus your eyes extra hard on them properly, again. Then you gave it another go, holding a key you knew wasn’t meant for this lock, but, maybe it was, you know? Couldn’t hurt to at least give it a little try.

Joe was laid out on the sofa, TV displaying a random Halloween film that was on with its volume turned low, his attention mostly on the phone in his hands.

He’d heard you from the moment the taxi doors had opened, filling your quiet street with loud girly screeches that shouted drunken heartfelt goodbyes and laughed when you had tried to slam the door shut, but missed the door entirely with your hands. You’d already committed your body weight into it and practically launched yourself onto the pavement. One of your friends had to then also climb out to make sure you were okay and had to drag you away from the car by your arms, so they’d be able to drive off without catching any of your limbs under the tires.

You were all giggles and swirly vision, which was ultimately why you’d tried to open your front door with the wrong keys.

After finally locating the right key, missing the lock with it about six times, suddenly, it fit, and you stumbled into your flat.

Joe couldn’t help but chuckle softly to himself as he’d listened to you muttering swearwords under your breath outside on the doormat, eyes still glued to his phone.

He hadn’t gotten up to help but had instead been curious how long it was going to take you, gaging how drunk you were before he’d even laid eyes on you.

“Hands up, it’s the– it’s the police,” you spoke into your flat after slamming the door shut behind you and you heard Joe snicker from the sofa.

“Eddie, you’re a wanted fu– fugitive, give yourself–” you hiccuped as you slowly took careful steps into the living room, trying your very best to remain steadily on your feet.

“Give yourself up to the law,” it was difficult to remain stood up with your arms unable to help you balance yourself as you held out a plastic toy gun that scanned the room before it landed with its barrel pointed at Joe.

“Hopper...” Joe said from his spot on the sofa in an American accent as if he was stood face to face with his arch enemy.

Then he paused for just a second before laughing loudly and exclaiming, “Your full bum is out!”

It took you a second too long to pan your eyes down, noticing how your skirt had fully run up over your cheeks, exposing your underwear through your sheer tights.

You huffed a laugh at the look of it.

“Oh,” was all you could say before sloppily trying to straighten your outfit, but it was to no avail. You wanted to get out of it, anyway.

“Did you have fun?” Joe put his phone down and grinned at your messy hair, the aviator sunglasses all tangled up on top of your head, and Joe thought back to how just hours earlier you’d been faffing at it for ages with your straightener.

It had been a while since Joe’d seen you like this, a full mess of a girl.

You’d been stupidly excited for Halloween this year, but your boyfriend hadn’t been. For obvious reasons. Not in the mood to pose for a million photos with people dressed like Eddie Munson, he’d decided to just stay in for the night and maybe hand over some sweets if kids were to ring your doorbell.

You’d been all pouty and sulky about it – “Come on, dress up as Eddie yourself, no one will assume it’s actually you! – and even tried convincing him to come along by dressing up as a stupidly slutty sheriff, overdoing it completely.

Like you were meant to, on Halloween.

When your friends had picked you up earlier that evening, you'd pointed at your boyfriend and confidently said, "Don't wait up," before immediately regretting it, laughing, and saying, "No please wait up, I'm going to get so drunk.”

You'd been right.

When you’d stopped sending Joe pictures of you with random people dressed as Stranger Things characters and instead, had started trying to Facetime him, he knew it was only because you were too far gone to text coherently.

 “I got hit on tonight,” you replied to Joe’s question giddily, almost erratic, like you’d revealed a very exciting secret and stalked your way towards him.

“Did you?” Joe chuckled, still in the same relaxed position on the sofa, legs outstretched along the seats, moving them apart slightly as you got closer, bracing for impact.  

“I did,” you smiled until your eyes went squinty, so pleased with yourself for it.

“Everyone loved sexy Jim Hopper,” you let yourself fall onto Joe.

“Sexy Jim Hopper got a lot of free drinks tonight,” you sighed heavily, the alcohol thick on your breath, and you pressed your face into Joe’s chest. You could just go to sleep right there.

“Mmh, well,” Joe mused as he gave you a squeeze. “Sexy Jim Hopper smells like it too, come on,” Joe patted you on the bum, urging you to get up off of him as he tried to sit up himself.

You didn’t do anything to help him, eyes already closed, making Joe grunt loudly as he fought against the bodyweight of the two of you. He continued to push you back up onto your feet before guiding you to the bathroom by your shoulders.

Joe ended up having to curl his arm around you to open the bathroom door, because when you reached it, you just stood in front of it and held your toy gun in your hands, pressed up to the side of your face.

When the door swung open, you stretched your arms out and as you did, the toy slipped from your hands and loudly clanged as it landed in the tub.

“Jesus Chr– how many times have you done that tonight?” Joe ducked down and flinched in reaction to the sudden loud noises. You just gave him a dumb smile, remembering the amount of times you’d scurried across the length of the several bars and pubs you’d visited to retrieve your prop.

“Guns can be a weapon in more ways than the obvious one,” you tapped a finger to your temple as if you were feeding Joe a crumb of great wisdom. If you’d said it any slower, you’d have been talking backwards.

Joe pulled down the lid to the toilet seat and made you sit on it. He then reached for your toothbrush, dotted on a bit of toothpaste, and turned back to see you slumped back, head hanging totally unsupported, and your eyes closed.

“Baby, come on,” Joe said, not getting a reaction out of you. He looked at you a second, reached a hand over, hesitated for a moment, and then went for it anyway.

Hunching over you, he grabbed your cheeks in his hand and squeezed his fingers together until your mouth opened. He was ready to brush your teeth for you like you were a toddler. You whined loudly, frowned deeply, and smacked his hand away before he could, though.

It resulted in your toothbrush falling from Joe’s hand and landing face down onto the tiles.

“What are you–” Joe started, then sighed, frustration building.

“Bed,” you moaned, reaching out to use Joe for leverage as you wanted to get back up on your feet.

“No, no. I remember you specifically telling me that I wasn’t allowed to let you fall asleep in your make-up,” Joe pushed you back down before reaching for your toothbrush and tossing it into the sink.

As his face moved closely in front of you, you suddenly grabbed hold of it with both hands, your grip entirely too strong for it to be cute or endearing. You squished his cheeks together, leaving his mouth a funny shape that you pressed a few rough pecks onto.

“Look at this man,” you said, and let your frown grow deeper as your grip became stronger.

You wanted to crush him like you’d want to squeeze cute kittens, entirely unable to handle the overwhelming feeling of adoration you felt.

“So handsome.”

Joe wrapped your hands into his own softly and then slowly pried them off him before pressing a kiss onto your lips. Drunk you had a weird way of showing affection, but Joe was kind of into it and he couldn’t stop the smile that tugged on his cheeks.

“I’ve been saying it all night,” you said, head now falling back against the wall behind you as you watched Joe reach for your make-up wipes.

“No thanks, I’ve got a handsome boyfriend. Thanks for the drink, I’ve got a handsome boyfriend. Shame my boyfriend’s not here, he’s very handsome.”

“Eyes closed,” Joe said, now holding a still folded wipe in his palm and when you closed your eyes, he swiped it across your cheeks with an incredibly careful touch.

“No,” you corrected him and pressed his hand harshly into your face. “More pressure, soft hands,” Joe huffed a laugh at the given nickname. 

Joe obliged, but when it came to your eyes, he didn’t want to hurt you. With soft downstrokes over your lashes, Joe wasn’t getting rid of any mascara or any eyeliner.

"Your hands, they're too soft!" you whined in annoyance before taking over, rubbing harshly at your eyes over the wet fabric.

“Careful!” Joe directed. “We’re removing the make-up, not your actual eyes,” and you giggled until it made you go floppy.

It took entirely too long, and way too much effort to eventually untangle the sunglasses from your hair, get you out of your outfit and miraculously to also brush your teeth.

When Joe finally announced that he was going to take you to bed, you’d wiggled two tired eyebrows at him suggestively.

“Oh yea? What’s my handsome boyfriend going to do to me?” you tried your best to be seductive, failing miserably in your drunken haze, barely able to carry yourself into your bedroom.

“Your tired boyfriend is going to make sure you don’t get any sick on the sheets or choke on your vomit,” he said, pushing you into your bedroom by the shoulders like he’d gotten you over into the bathroom earlier too.

“No, you’re so boring, I didn’t dress like that all night for you to just go to sleep,” you said, hands reaching behind you to grab at his crotch. Joe only narrowly managed to avoid them.

The second you saw the bed, though, you were gone. Plummeting into the pillows, you didn’t even bother getting under the covers properly.

So, Joe helped, slinging your legs into the bed, pulling the covers over you, placing a bucket down next to you alongside a tall glass of water on your bedside table with a painkiller carefully placed next to it for when you’d wake up the next morning.

When he got into bed next to you, Joe was surprised when you moved over closer to him as he got comfortable.

“Come here,” you said with your eyes closed, and Joe wasn’t sure if you were still awake, or talking in your sleep.

“Get it up here near my face, I’ll suck you off,” and Joe paused to look at you, a laugh stuck in his throat, ready to slip out at a moment’s notice, but then he swallowed it when he saw that you’d truly fallen asleep now.

“Sleep tight,” Joe pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, wrapping an arm around your waist, fingers curling 'round the side of it and nuzzling into you before letting himself drift off to sleep as well.

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(yea i added that pic after the portland '24 con bc of what he said, sue me)

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[arrestdujour]

Devers, Gage Ewald

Tuela, UT

JID Number: 01117630 Age: 27 Arresting Agency: Ada County Sheriff

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F Battery-Aggravated (Use Deadly Weapon or Instrument) Extradition Warrant $150,000.00

Bail Total: $150,000.00

[warnersister]

Chapter 10 - Gifts from Sacramento

The Highwayman Series | Chapter 9 | Chapter 11

They’d managed to dig the bullet from your father’s stomach, cleaned it with the finest top-of-shelf whiskey. It was a horrible of thing, 'five-mil' gage and starting to rust, damn thing starting the oxidise while swimming around his guts. Doctor Bates sent him home with twenty-four stitches against his stomach, four bottles of the strongest liquor, courtesy of Penny; and strict instructions to stay on bed rest.

He’d been home four days now, Tuesday it was. And you hadn’t let him do much as lifted a finger. Coyote took over in the Sheriff’s office, and did as the job entailed. Your dad had never and would never admit it, but in a small and unassuming town such as Miramar, there wasn’t much crime; only a little thieving. So honestly there wasn’t much for Coyote to do so he picked up on his tasks very quickly.

But something was mulling over in your father’s mind and he just couldn’t get it out, couldn’t get rid of it. It was itching at him, biting, scratching, taunting. Jake Seresin should be six feet under the ground right about yesterday. Should’ve been hung, mocked and buried two days ago; but he still heard that damned voice outside his window, could still hear his laughs and his conversation flowing as he spoke with you. But Beau couldn’t kill him, not now. Not now him and his little highwayboys had saved his life, he was indebted to Bob and had to admit that fact.

His eyes searched the room, mind trying damn hard to deaden the sounds of your's and his conversations through the open shutters. He looked at the pills Bob had given him, of course they’d been helping. The bullet removal wasn’t half as painful as the one he’d had taken out of his left knee, and the stitches he could barely feel. He squinted and reached for the bottle, looking over the pills and reading the label twice over.

‘To be taken in small doses as instructed by a physician. Better taken with a shot of whiskey. No more than 6 pills to be taken in one 24 hour period. Not to leave the Sacramento area.’

He read it again ‘No more than 6 pills to be taken in one 24 hour period. Not to leave the Sacramento area.’ And again. ‘Not to leave the Sacramento area.’ His eyes widened as a realisation dawned on him. Either these pills were prescribed to Bob on his travels, or they’d been stolen from California state. Which meant these men, either way; were federal criminals. Bob was the suspect, and the other three were harbouring a wanted fugitive carrying illegal narcotics across the country.

He could hang all four of them, get the problem out of his way for good. Away from Texas. Away from Miramar. Away from him. And damn far away from his daughter: six feet below ought to be plenty. He lurched himself out of bed, looking at his stitched stomach; overly weary not to pop the string keeping him together as he headed to the window. “Boys!” He shouted to the grave diggers across the way, the two of them looked at the direction of the voice “Sheriff” the taller acknowledged. “Dig me another three. We gotta hangin’ on Sunday.” The two boys looked at each other and just nodded in response, knowing better than to doubt him, especially now being an injured sheriff.

Now, bob was indeed a physician in Sacramento. A good one at that. He'd helped plenty of folk when they were hurt or injured, but being acquainted with the other Daggers, they'd formulated the idea that Bob's marvellous medicine should be distributed across the US, perhaps even across different continents if they could find someone willing to hitch a ride on a ship over to Europe, hell Payback was in Mexico right now smuggling them across the boarder.

Before they'd made it to Miramar, Coyote and Bob had been North to try sell some of the pills to more secluded towns they'd only heard of in the Rockies. and boy, they were prepared to fork out a fortune for this promise of health but no matter how much they fed him, Bob's mare couldn't make it all the way - which is why they'd made their way south to Texas to try pick up a new horse from the sweet farmgirl they'd bought some carrots off on the way with no intention of returning.

That was all fun until they'd stayed in town too long, and Sheriff Simpson was a very ill man, but he sure as hell wasn't stupid and the fact that he'd caught on brought him some form of satisfaction, pushing aside the pain by clever use of adrenaline and instead, had full intention to have the whole dagger squad hung.

Chapter 9 | Chapter 11

[bombsquad9]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝗼 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞

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[drovenna]

Ruby Lennox masterpost (FO4)

[Blog Masterpost] [Porter Gage] [John Hancock]

• Short story: Ruby Lennox is a Sole Survivor. After escaping the Vault she joined the Minutemen, in search of her baby. During this time she met Nick, Piper and Hancock. John was his first love in this new world, but it didn't last long as after visiting the Institute Ruby fell apart emotionally. She hated this world, and turned to the opposite approach: destroy it and take what you want. She joined the Nuka World raiders, where she found herself being the Overboss.

Sheets & Inventory

Tattoo Sheet

Character sheet

Personality chart

Sheriff Ruby with Nick

Power Armor Design

Pre-war Ruby

Ruby's face over the years

Another Character Sheet

What's in my pocket

Ruby's Home

Romantic and spicy illustrations

Ruby and Gage [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]

Ruby and John in Sanctuary

Fever Blossom 🌶️

Hancock and Ruby smoking

"Hot Gage pls"

Gage and Ruby with their horses

A bunch of stuff together in one post

Other Illustrations

NEW! Ruby postwar in cowboy gear

NEW! Ruby prewar

Ruby and Nate (cw)

Ruby & Nate portrait

Proper full body illustration (header)

Nevada

Ruby as her own tarot card

Ruby's hideout on a beach

Style Challenge

Stylized Portrait

Pre-war photo of her new car

Pre-war wedding photo

"Just say the word honey"

A portrait from her comic

Pre-war beauty

Ruby as a Dragon Priest

Western thing

NEW! Ruby postwar in cowboy gear

Ruby and Nate (cw)

Ruby & Nate portrait

Proper full body illustration (header)

Nevada

Ruby as her own tarot card

Ruby's hideout on a beach

Style Challenge

Stylized Portrait

Pre-war photo of her new car

Pre-war wedding photo

"Just say the word honey"

A portrait from her comic

Pre-war beauty

Ruby as a Dragon Priest

Western thing

Memes

Pocahontas meme

Clearing out Dry Rock Gulch (meme)

Doge meme

Travis Barfight

"Go eat a d-ck Nate."

Ruby punching Shaun

Ruby with a big iron

Text Posts

Ruby about Preston

Summary of Ruby's story

Follower's headcanon

Companions react to Ruby's revolvers

Before vs After Nuka World (cw)

Early mornings or late nights?

Gage describing Ruby

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⠀ ⠀ ˙ . ꒷ 𝓕ANDOMS . 𖦹˙

TASK FORCE 141 — john price , simon ‘ghost’ riley , john ‘soap’ mactavish , gary ‘roach’ sanderson , kyle ‘gaz’ garrack , nikolai , ++ alex keller , farah karin , alejandro vargas , rodolfo ‘rudy’ parra .

KORTAC — könig , nikto , kim ‘horangi’ hong-jin , sebastian kruger ++ valeria garza , philip graves + the shadows , vladimir makarov .

TWO — arthur morgan , john marston , dutch van der linde , hosea matthews ( platonic only ) , abigail marston , mary beth gaskill , karen jones , tilly jackson , javier escuella , sean mcguire , charles smith , lenny summers , josiah trewlany , sadie adler , molly o’shea , kieran duffy , albert mason , charles châtenay , eagle flies , proetus + acrisius .

ONE + REVOLVER — jack marston ( teen + adult only ) ++ red harlow .

NEW VEGAS — arcade gannon ( mlm only ) , benny gecko , craig boone , fantastic , jason bright , joshua graham ‘ the burned man ’ , robert house , sunny smiles , viktor , yes - man .

FOUR — nate / nora , ada , cait , curie , paladin danse , deacon , desdemona , glory , john hancock , nick valentine , piper wright , porter gage , preston garvey , robert maccready , x6 - 88 .

SHOW — lucy maclean , norm maclean , the ghoul - cooper howard , maximus , lee moldaver , thaddeus .

VOUGHT — homelander , a-train , black noir , black noir II , queen maeve , lamplighter , translucent , firecracker , sister sage , the deep , ashley barrett , soldier boy , crimson countess , stan edgar .

THE BOYS — billy butcher , hughie campbell , annie january , sergei ‘frenchie’ , kimiko , marvin milk .

OTHERS — victoria nueman , luke riordan , andre anderson , cate dunlap , marie moreau , jordan li , emma meyer , sam riordan , maverick , popclaw , webweaver .

SLASHERS — jason vorhees : friday the thirteenth , michael myers : halloween og + rz , billy loomis : scream , stu macher : scream , brahms heelshire : the boy , harry warden : my bloody valentine , billy lenz : black christmas , bo sinclair , vincent sinclair , lester sinclair : house of wax , bubba sawyer : texas chainsaw massacre , thomas hewitt : texas chainsaw massacre reboot + beginning .

FAR CRY — john seed , joseph seed , jacob seed , faith seed , sharky boshaw , jess black , hurk drubman jr , adelaide drubman , grace armstrong , jerome jeffries , eli palmer , joey hudson , staci pratt , earl whitehorse . pagan min , ajay ghale . vaas montenegro , jason brody .

BALDURS GATE 3 — orgin dark urge , gale dekarios , astarion ancunín , shadowheart , lae’zel , wyll ravengard , karlach , halsin , jaheira , minsc , minthara , dame aylin , isobel thorm , omeluum , the emperor , rolan , dammon , ketherick thorm , enver gortash , orin , kar’niss , nym , sorn , raphael .

SUPERNATURAL — dean winchester , sam winchester , castiel , gabriel , adam winchester , lucifer , michael , anna milton , charlie bradbury ( wlw only ) .

OTHER — connor : detroit become human , joe goldberg : you , eddie gluskin : outlast whistleblower , father paul hill / john pruitt : midnight mass , riley flynn : midnight mass , sheriff hassan shabazz : midnight mass , kurt wagner : x - men , remy lebeau : x - men , peter maximoff : x - men , adrian chase : peacemaker , abner krill : suicide squad , edward nashton : batman .

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[yzeltia]

Year of the Drake: Halflight

August: Vampire AU Characters: U'rahn Nuhn, @driftward 's Nyx Blackmoon, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Varshan, Ameliance Leveileur, Bahamut (sorta), Tiamat (sorta), G'raha Tia Rating: T for Twilight Notes:

U'rahn wiped his brow as he laid out on his bed, sweat dripping off his aching body. Fulfilling his duties as a Nuhn had left him exhausted. He'd lost track of just how long it'd been since the huntresses had left him alone long enough to leave the village, or his house for that matter. Fumbling for his linkpearl, he pushed it into his ear then reached out to Nyx.

"This is Blackmoon," his partner answered.

"Hey, it's Rahn."

"Your breathing sounds labored. Are you in need of aid?"

"No. I just missed your voice."

"Then this call is not an approved use of Gage Acquisitions' property. I am ending the call."

U'rahn blinked as the line went dead. Immediately after his tomestone rang. Sitting up, he pawed for the device until getting it in his hand.

"Uh. Hello?"

"If you are missing my voice, I can program the Nyx mammet with more phrases to comfort you when we are apart," Nyx answered from the other side. 

"I could just call too…"

"My duties require me to be unavailable at times. Your calls do take precedence though if I know you are in a potentially dangerous situation."

"That's good to know…Ah. Then can you talk now?"

"We are already talking, Rahn."

"Right Right. Well, I dunno what to say really. I miss you and as soon as the huntresses are through with me we'll go on an adventure. Maybe Thavnair for more spicy food."

"That will be enriching."

"Right…"

"..."

"Ah. You know, I can't remember the last time I told you a story -"

"Precisely one month ago."

"One month!? I've been in my house for a whole month!?"

"Correct. The huntresses seem to be using their time with you efficiently to meet their output goals before your next adventure”

"It's been a blur. I can't believe we've not been together for a month…"

"I have visited you."

"Huh? When!?"

"I've watched you sleep many times and have provided fruits and fish rich with vitamins and minerals to keep you healthy since you have been unable to leave the village."

"Oh. I thought the huntresses brought me those. Wow, thanks! I wish you woke me up though."

"It has been a futile effort. I also enjoy the contortions of your face when you are dreaming."

"Ah. Hopefully I don't do something embarrassing."

"I believe many instances you would classify as such; however, they are safe as a source of my personal enrichment and I have committed them to memory."

"Geeze," U'rahn whined, hunkering down into his bed, covering his face with a pillow, "Will you come visit me?"

"I cannot. I am taking time to run maintenance on myself and that has left me immobile."

"Aw. You could have done that here."

"I could not."

"..."

"..."

"Why not?"

"The Forgotten Springs do not have the required power sources for me to use my equipment. It would also be burdensome to relocate my belongings."

"Oh…but I'm lonely without you."

"That will pass. You are without me often."

"I guess. Still, I wish you were here to help stave off boredom."

"Your presence here would also be enriching for me. We; however, are able to speak to one another. A storytale might fulfill your needs for companionship and provide us ample entertainment while we are more or less trapped by our current circumstances.”

“Well, okay…I don’t have a lot of energy, but I think I have something. There once…”

I’m just like any other Elezen. I was never really remarkable. I made good grades, and I was popular, but I always considered myself very plain. My father had remarried to an adventurer and had left on a journey with them and my sister. I decided to move in with my mother in Spoons, a small island between the Northern Empty and Dravania. I didn’t expect to fall in love…and I didn’t expect to die for that person either.

“Now, Bell, if anyone gives you trouble, you let me know,” my mother sighed. Being the local sheriff,  she was rather protective.

I grimaced, not wanting to be doted on. Still, I thanked her and made my way to my new school, reassuring her that I’d be fine on my own. There, a mammet took me to my first class, where I was introduced by the professor there.

“Everyone, this is Bellphinaud Lemur. They’ve transferred here from Ul’dah. Why don’t you tell us about yourself?”

I stiffened, hating this sort of thing despite being rather adept at it, “Hi. I go by Bell. I’m not exactly new to Spoons, but I’ve never been around enough to really make friends here.”

All eyes were on me. Everyone seemed to hang on my every word, though I didn’t really say anything impressive. All except an Auri boy sitting by the window, looking as if he was recoiling from my presence. His red eyes were narrowed. 

“There’s an open seat next to Varsean. Why don't you join him," the Professor suggested.

I did as I was told, moving to the seat beside him, his red eyes piercing me as he recoiled away from me, as if repulsed by my presence. I couldn't help but rub my nose into my jacket, worried I was somehow offensive but smelling naught more than soap.

Class passed quickly and people seemed to flock to me despite being wholly uninteresting. I hoped the novelty of my newness would wear off but I ended up being pulled to a rather populous table. I stuck my head in a book to avoid further interrogation about my life pre-Spoons.

As I read to myself, I looked up briefly, finding myself staring at the most beautiful people I'd ever seen come sauntering in, two couples and Varsean behind them. Leaning over I interrupted one of my new acquaintances, M'raha, before he could bite into his hamburger, "Who are they?"

"The Coolens. They are rather popular, but keep to themselves. Dr. Coolen adopted them and moved them here a few years ago. They're coupled up which is a bit odd given their legal relationship. The hulking one is Bauhemmett and the exceptionally pretty girl hanging off him is Tiamatie. The other girl is Alnyx and her boyfriend is J'rahnsper."

"And then Varsean."

"Yes, the enigma. Everyone fancies him but he keeps to himself."

I nodded, briefly making eye contact with the other. He quickly stood up then removed himself from the room, glancing back at me, focused, before hurrying away.

"You still with me Nyx," U'rahn asked, having not heard the other for a time.

"Yes."

"Okay. Just making sure. This first person thing is kind of hard and I'm usually telling you about a much more expressive protagonist and beautiful love interest."

"Yes, though, there are hints that you've not quite let that archetype go. "

"The main couple is way different though!"

"Yes. That is correct."

"Good, just making sure it was clear and stuff."

I didn't see Varsean again for a week after my first day. Apparently it wasn't unusual for a Coolen to take a few days off here and there. When he came back though, he was like a different man. Reunited in Science, Varsean, sat closer to me, offering his book as we prepared for an aether experiment.

"Apologies for my rudeness the other day."

It took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. I'd wanted to ask him what his problem was, but my curiosity shut down as he moved closer, taking one of the crystals to attune to.

"Umbral," he stated.

"May I check," I asked. 

His large hand soon went over mine. I shuddered, feeling a strange electricity from his cold touch. I recoiled slowly, noting something…abnormal about the stoney coolness of his skin.

" It's umbral," I agreed, sensing the aetheric polarity soon after.

A strange heat crept across my cheeks as I felt his eyes on me. He smiled then leaned back as I took the next crystal.

"Astral…," I stated cautiously, "is there a particular reason you're watching me?"

"We are partners. May I," he asked, holding out his hand for crystal, eyes smiling at me.

I placed it in his hand, avoiding his gaze. Being looked at in such a way, it made me nervous. He toyed with the crystal in his palm for a moment before agreeing with my findings. 

"I didn't properly introduce myself before. I'm Varsean Coolen. And you're Bellphinaud, the sheriff's son."

"I prefer Bell."

"Bell it is."

We finished well before the rest of the students. This left Varsean able to integrate me as he pleased. I wasn't used to having someone hanging on my every word. It would be flattering if his gaze wasn't making my heart race.

I left quickly, though politely, as the bell rang.

"Rahn," Nyx interrupted, "Our time will be cut short. Summarize the story for me."

"Okay okay. So uh. Yeah…um…Bellphinaud keeps finding Varsean starin' at him and being aggressive then sweet until one day Bell is almost hit by a chocobo cart and about shatters it. And uh, Bell's childhood friend comes along and is like "don't trust that guy". 

Bell then goes and looks up all this stuff and figures out that Varsean is probably a dragon that feeds on aether and hesitates to say and then they're all like:

`"I know what you are," Bellphinaud breathed out, the Au Ra hovering nearby behind him.

"Say it. Out loud. Say it," he ordered.

"A dragon"

"Are you afraid," Varshan whispered.

"No." 

I knew it. Vytra loved me. The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or more perfect than he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.

Was that what I'd been trying to tell myself?

"Oh!"

"Bell?"

"Oh. Okay. I see."

"Your epiphany?" he asked, his voice uneven and strained.

"You love me," I marveled. The sense of conviction and rightness washed through me again.

Though his eyes were still anxious, the crooked smile I loved best flashed across his face. "Truly, I do."

"Yeah Yeah. So then they get to know one another and you find out his family are also dragons and some even have super powers. Varsean can read minds, except Bell's and uh…Alnyx can see the future and J'rahnsper has like reverse empathy and they use their powers to save Bellphinaud from other dragons and dragoons, which come up in the next story. And the rest of the family has these really deep backstories Bell learns about as they get closer. Huh…come to think about the family is kinda more interesting than the main protagonists…"

"Agreed," Nyx echoed.

"Ah. Anyroad. Uh. So Bellphinaud worries about his mortality and wants to be turned into a dragon but Varsean doesn't want to curse the other with the need to feed off of aether…Oh! In this story they need people's aether to survive. Forgot to mention that. The Coolens though try to subsist on aether from animals and not people. 

So uh…yeah. Eventually they make a deal. Bellphinaud must marry Varsean and then he can be turned. And that happens and somehow Bell creates an egg and it upsets Nidhogg cause Bell isn't a true dragon and wants Varsean to be apart of his dragon cult thing and Alnyx…I guess ends up saving the day convincing Nidhogg of his doom using her power cause he can see what other dragons have seen…I guess I need to work on it a bit more.”

"Agreed.  I must disconnect now, Rahn."

"Aw. Okay. Well, um…I love you," the Nuhn whispered into tomestone, worried as if someone might overhear."

“Acknowledged. Your affections are reciprocated," Nyx responded before the line went dead.

U'rahn flopped back and stared at the ceiling, thinking about Nyx a moment before rolling over to hang off the edge of his bed, rummaging around his mess of belongings before pulling out a small box. He swallowed, face turning red before a knock sounded at his door, the next huntress's appointment having come. The box fumbled in his hands as he tried to hide it. Giving the ring inside a brief peek, he let out a little scream into the side of his mattress and stuffed it away as his next partner let herself in.

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Bonnie and Clyde | West End | May 20, 2023 | Evening | Closing Night | Its-all-green's master | NFT Until June 3

CAST: Frances Mayli McCann (Bonnie), Jordan Luke Gage (Clyde), George Maguire (Buck) Jodie Steele (Blanche), Cleve September (Ted), Alexander Evans (u/s Preacher), Barney Wilkinson (Bud/Archie), Julie Yammanee (Emma Parker/Stella) Kit Esuruoso (Sheriff Schmid), Pippa Winslow (Cumie Barrow/Governor Miriam Ferguson), Charlie McCullagh (s/w Henry Barrow/Deputy Johnson), Lauren Jones (Trish), Robbie Scotcher (Captain Frank Hamer/Guard), Sydnie Hocknell, Michael Cortez, Chloe Saunders

NOTES: its-all-green's master. NFT Through master until June 3. Closing night at the Garrick. As to be expected audience were nuts, standing Os after most songs. George mixxed up his riffs in Raise a Little Hell Reprise.

Tracked

https://its-all-green.wixsite.com/trading/contact-rules

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Niani Finlayson, a 27-year-old Black woman, was fatally shot by a Los Angeles County sheriff's deputy responding to a domestic violence call, authorities said Thursday. The same deputy killed another person in a similar incident three years ago.

On Dec. 4, Finlayson called 911 "to report that her boyfriend would not leave her alone and then screaming and sounds of a struggle could be heard," according to a report released by the sheriff's department.

. . .

According to the family's lawyer, Bradley Gage, Finlayson was a victim of domestic violence and was not threatening anyone when deputies shot her in the back from behind a glass door.