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Run, Darling, Run Chapter 7 is live!

Anni tries to survive her public outing with Sebastian before seeing the cracks of his facade.

#original character #original story #original writing #80s aesthetic #update #chapter update #run darling run #annika #sebastian #ballroom #80s

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Run, Darling, Run Chapter 6 is live!

Anni gets dolled up for the gala and Sebastian has a word with her. What is he planning?

#original character #original story #original writing #80s aesthetic #update #chapter update #run darling run #sebastian #annika #80s

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Run, Darling, Run Chapter 5 is live!

Anni heads to the station and finally reveals a secret

#original character #original story #original writing #chapter update #run darling run #80s aesthetic #annika #sebastian

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Run, Darling, Run Chapter 4 is live!

#original character #original story #original writing #update #chapter update #run darling run #tensions run high #annika #sebastian

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Rum, Darling, Run Chapter 3 is Live!

Anni is having a girls night out but a lurking tycoon not so subtly intrudes.

Also Anni's moodboard 😍

#original character #original story #original writing #update #chapter update #run darling run #annika #sebastian #80s #character moodboard

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Run, Darling, Run is so evocative and so engrossing so far; can I pretty please beg for a fancast so we can imagine it with greater detail 👀

Omg! I'm so happy you're enjoying it so far 😍😍

I do have a fancast in mind 👀

Dina Dinore as Annika Chowdhury

She just has the soft look Anni has all while having all her rage and sadness deep down inside.

I have two potentials for our antagonist aka hot villain

Tom Blyth [blond] as Sebastian Talbot

Owen Lindberg as Sebastian Talbot

Young Cameron Diaz as Susie Talbot

Hector Elizondo as Mr. Frank Smith

Young Benjamin Bratt as Eduardo Ramirez [he will be making his appearance soon 😭]

Of course, everyone can imagine them as they want!

#original character #original story #original writing #asks #fancast #run darling run #annika #sebastian #ugh i love this cast so much 💗

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Run, Darling, Run Chapter 2 is live!!

#original character #original story #original writing #new story #update #chapter update #yes this is a serial killer story #run darling run #annika #Sebastian

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Run, Darling, Run is live!!

Hey all! Finally got the courage to post my newest story!

#original character #original story #original writing #run darling run #yes this is a serial killer story #1980s #sebastian #annika #new story

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MADRUGADA CHAPTER 13 IS LIVE!

I want the original Madrugada to have a proper ending so let's hope I don't screw this up 🚬

#original character #original story #original writing #madrugada #nisha #arturo #chapter update #guess whos back #update

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Madrugada [revamped] chapter 3 is live!

#original character #original story #original writing #madrugada #nisha #update #brand new chapter

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#gardencore #cottagecore #madrugada

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MADRUGADA [REVAMPED] Prologue is live!

Hi all! I've been trying to edit and work on publishing Madrugada, but after much deliberating I decided it was best to rework the entire story, including major plot changes.

Some changes will include Nisha's teen arc ending early on, and a new arc involving her college years. Her dynamic with Arturo will also be tweaked a bit [I promise all for the better of the story!] I do hope you all will enjoy the new and improved version of Madrugada 🤩🤗

The marvelous commission was created by artoffrostandflame on Instagram. Please check her out and follow her! She's one of the best artists I know 🤩

#original character #original story #original writing #madrugada #nisha #arturo #update #revamped #writing #commissioned art #commission

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Little Lies Part 1 [Lullaby AU]

#i finally updated yall!! #original story #original character #original writing #lullaby #henry lee #meera singh #little lies #what if he was a doctor and not the serial killing chef?

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Hello I didn't have a way to message you on ao3 but I just wanted to let you know that I have found a story that is eerily similar to lullaby. I'm not sure if I should link it here or not but If you would like to look please let me know.

Hello! Thank you so much for letting me know 💗 I received a comment about this other story yesterday, and it is, in fact, Lullaby with only the names being changed. I did report it, so I'm hoping the mods of ao3 are able to promptly take it down.

I can't thank you and others enough for letting me know 😊. I hope you have a great day!

#asks #personal #writing woes #ao3

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im so sorry you went through this,fuck whoever doxxed you, that's inhuman. i love your stories and i hope you decide not to delete them because i fell in love with you as a writer as soon as i read them, they are beautifully written and one of a kind!

Hi Anon!

First, I want to thank you for your sweet words. It warms my heart to know there are people out there who enjoy my writing. I honestly wish I could hug you right now 🫂

I just found out this morning that the person who doxxed me also plagiarized one of my stories. It's been an interesting experience...

For now I privated my stories and reported the person. I hope this will never happen to anyone else, but I will forever be grateful for the support.

It's been a hard year for me, especially as a writer, but I'll use this to fuel my emotions to write. Thank you 💖

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An Update of Sorts

Tonight, one of my biggest fears happened to me. Someone decided to dox my stories into a space I was not comfortable having it shared [with malicious intent]. I wish I could say it was a joke, but it's not. I feel severely betrayed and hopeless.

I am thankful there were others who were kind enough to help me, but as of this moment, I'm not sure if I simply want to private my stories or delete them. I seriously wonder if it's even worth it anymore.

I will say this here for clarification: none of my stories are meant to glamorize or romanticize the dark topics I write about. I do not nor will ever condone the actions certain characters in my stories commit.

It sucks because for the first time in a long time, I was writing again. All that excitement dwindled into a dark abyss.

I will continue trying to write and hopefully one day find that joy I once had for writing. I just hate that someone did something so horrid because they were upset I called out a wrongful behavior they did towards others. I don't regret calling them out on harmful behavior, and I hope one day they will mature to see how juvenile their continuous antics were.

Have a goodnight.

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This was going to be the next chapter of Madrugada but [transparency]

See note at bottom if interested

There was only one day left for the bittersweet trip in England, and Nisha had so much to do. She promised Maria they would have one last hangout before she took the train back to Italy, and also said she would see Richard for old times' sake to exchange addresses. The very least Nisha could do to ground her nostalgia for her old life was to write to her loved ones.

That morning, Arturo decided to head back to the town shops for some last-minute supplies for his movie and allowed Nisha to get her dress from Mrs. Davies' shop by herself.

"Stay on your best behavior."

He didn't have to tell her that, but she supposed it was his only way to threaten her without sounding hostile. Nisha wasn't going to jeopardize being on Arturo's bad side again now that they were going to be alone in Italy, especially knowing that no one would be able to help her out of that situation.

Nisha beamed when she tried on her new dress. It was perfect for the summertime, and it was going to fit so much better than her old outfits. It was a pretty lilac cotton fabric with pastel floral patterns. The style was similar to a milkmaid dress with a matching corset vest to go with it. It actuated her curves in a modest way, showing how she was a budding woman while ensuring no eyes would leer at her.

Cognac eyes beamed with glee as she twirled around the mirror. It was the perfect dress for her, and she couldn't hold any more excitement without showing it to anyone else.

Without much thought, Nisha ran out of the dressing room in the back of the shop, hoping Mrs.Davies would be the first one to see the masterpiece she had created for the young girl.

"Mrs.Davies, I can't thank you enough for such a pret-", Nisha froze a few feet from the counter as she saw another person with the dressmaker.

A very handsome person.

Cheeks became a rosy hue against her dusky skin as she diverted her gaze away in embarrassment. Her hands fell to her sides, letting go of her dress as sweat started to coat her palms.

"I'm terribly sorry to interrupt, I'll just change and be on my way."

"It is a very pretty dress. On a very pretty girl."

Timid eyes looked up to the source of the tantalizing deep voice. Nisha couldn't control her gaze, looking towards the man standing in front of the counter with his entire body facing her.

A soft laugh came from Mrs.Davies, who had never witnessed Nisha ever becoming speechless before.

"T-Thank you." His face seemed familiar, having a sharp jaw and high cheekbones. His heart-shaped lips spread in a pleasant smile as his thick brows creased together. He leaned on the counter, at ease from Nisha's situation.

The stranger held his gaze on her form for a moment longer before turning back to the dressmaker. "Well, seeing just how talented your work is, I'll write up a contract for you. By the end of the week, we can call ourselves partners."

There was a cavalier ambiance about this man despite his pristine look. Heat flushed Nisha's face as the man threw a quick grin her way.

"Oh, why thank you, Mr.Fox." Mrs.Davies gave her hand to seal the verbal agreement, her face full of shock from the sudden turn of events. She was going back and forth with Mr.Fox for months about this arrangement.

A small smile grew on beestung lips before turning to change and leave.

Back to the silk winter dress Arturo bought for her in Italy, Nisha watched Mrs. Davies wrap the dress in a box, old nimble fingers trembling while tying the ribbon.

"Nisha, I can't thank you enough."

"Hmm?" The young girl looked up at Richard's mother with an open gaze, "I haven't really done much."

"No, dear, you did quite a lot. I was having trouble with that bloke on whether he wanted to work with me or not, and after seeing you, he made up his mind." Soft fingers rested over Nisha's hand, "If I had only known, I would've brought you back from Italy myself and made my life a bit easier." The laughter didn't match the panicked expression on Mrs.Davies' face knowing how terrible it sounded once out of her mouth.

If Nisha was alarmed by the comment, it did not show on her face, "I'm glad to have helped. You do make beautiful dresses, and I'm very thankful you made me a new one."

She would've mentioned Madame Giuliani to Mrs. Davies, but Nisha wasn't sure if they shared similar fashion tastes. One catered to regal clients, while the other was a small shop for the common folk.

"I wish you well on the business and hope to see you soon!" Wild curls bounced as Nisha exited the shop, ready to meet Arturo at the post office.

She hugged the big box close to her chest, wishing more than anything she could show her father how pretty she looked. Grimness passed through her like a sharp chill, once again reminding her that she was willingly stepping foot back into the world of hell Arturo created for her.

Unfortunately, it was the only way to retrieve her father, but once they were reunited, Nisha would tow them on the first train out of Florence.

"A blooming rose amidst the snow, quite an enchanting vision indeed."

Her footsteps slowed, seeing the familiar man from the dress shop, Mr.Fox.

Smoke slowly released from his pink lips as he watched her wide eyes filled with sudden panic. A smirk tugged on his lips, "Don't be afraid, darling. I only wanted to see you." The cigar remained between his fingers, unapologetic for the grey air and smell it permeated in her vicinity.

As he took a step closer to her cowered form, Nisha took one back.

If this was Arturo, he would continue this tango until she was trapped between him and the wall. He would take joy from her fear.

But Mr.Fox was not Arturo Gasparini. When he noticed her stance, he stayed in place. The playful gleam in his eyes died, realizing she did not take his words and actions as lightly as he meant for them to be.

"I'm sorry. It was not my intention to frighten you. Tease, perhaps, but not scare away." One hand went into his pocket while the other lifted to his lip to smoke the cigar.

This was the first time a man ever apologized to Nisha for approaching her without a warrant. She stood half a foot away from Mr.Fox as she studied his expression. He seemed sincere with his intention, and from the way he was in the shop, probably didn't hide his true nature from others easily.

"It's alright. I'm sorry if I seem a bit timid." Nisha's face was quick to burn red, watching Mr.Fox's eyes glow in glee once more. They were a beautiful shade of pale green, like a pasture or riverside in the summer.

"Nonsense! It would be more worrying if you were too eager to accept me. Not many women hold the same caution you do."

He finally walked closer to Nisha, only putting his hand out for her to shake, "Charles Fox, at your service, madam."

Tentatively, the young girl gave her hand to shake. His grip was firm but not forceful. His head bent over to give her hand a quick kiss. It wasn't uncomfortable or long, but gentlemanly, similar to those she read in one of Maria's romance books.

"I've heard that name before." Nisha thought long and hard to figure out the connection, but Charles gave himself away too easily. "If I do say so myself, you perhaps saw some of my work before? I'm an artist specializing in realism that is Monet-inspired."

Nisha's tongue darted out slightly over the corner of her upper lip as she racked her brain before remembering one of his pieces she had seen before.

"Yes! I have seen your work before. It was a painting of a lady at the edge of a bridge."

Pride exuded from Charles at the recognition, "That's one of my earliest works. Glad to have met a fan."

"Of course! I remember when I first saw it years ago, I would always stop by the museum after school and stare at it. Although it's mostly the hues of grays, the painting is vibrant. I, I felt sadness as the woman looks into the river under the bridge. The hopelessness would always overtake me. You inspired me to draw much more."

There was nothing Nisha wanted to do more than run away, but it was too late now. The Charles Fox held onto her hand, watching as she babbled like a lovesick fan. She was, in fact, a lovesick fan, but most were wise to hide it. She wished the earth would swallow her whole and wipe her existence from his memory.

But as the past six months have shown her, things will never go her way.

Instead of his chesire grin dimming as Nisha expected, Mr.Fox's eyes glowed in a way the young girl couldn't recognize at all. His soft lips kissed her tawny knuckles one last time before slyly intertwining them together. "Come, darling, let's have some tea at the quaint shop nearby as you continue to gush about me, and I get lost in your eyes."

Giddiness filled Nisha as she matched her stride with the strapping artist. At that moment, Charles Fox was the only person on her mind, with all other worries withering away with the melting snow.

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Hi all, I hope everyone is doing well. As stated above, this was intended to be the beginning of Madrugada's newest chapter [I wrote this well back in April] but alas life has decided to take me in a different direction 🥲 Since the beginning of this year, things have not fared well for me personally or medically, with the latter still snowballing in ways I never see coming. I have had so much trouble writing this year; I would come up with an idea [whether it is for a current story or a new idea] and then when it's time to write something happens. Either I can't write because of situations, or I just freeze up to write. I have been questioning myself alot in terms of my writing abilities, and whether my stories are even worth writing. I am not saying this for anyone's pity, I'm just saying what constantly goes through my mind. I've pretty much lost hope; it's scary, but a canon event.

I don't want to give up, though. Part of me still wants to fight, so I am. I'm going to start with Madrugada. After having months to think it over, I am redoing parts of the story layout. Basically, I will make the story into 2 parts. I don't know if I want to delete what I have on Ao3 rn, or keep it up.

I definitely never expected myself to make a post like this, but here I am. I do want to thank those who have read and enjoyed what I wrote. I'm honored you would find joy in my writing. I am sorry for not finishing up my stories, but I've desperately wanted to.