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phoenixinthefiles · 3 months

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Genuine

I apologize it took me almost 2 months to write bcus I hate discussing feelings that much Warnings: v self indulgent like this some self-discovery type stuff

@vhstown (also lmk if you wanna be tagged or something)

Your book slipped from your lap as you laughed and failed to catch your breath.

Hobie, the source of your amusement, started at you stale faced. Unfortunately for him, this only made you laugh harder.

“Wait,” you gasped out, still trying to catch your breath.

He continued to sideye you as he spoke, “Yeah it’s hilarious, nearly drowned in the Thames, but as long as you’re amused.”

You managed to contain your giggles enough to get your breathing under control and you leaned on his shoulder looking up at him with your best innocent look.

“I’m so happy you didn’t die, darling,” you said, trying your best to copy his accent.

He rolled his eyes at your antics but you could see the small smile he was failing to hide.

You grinned mischievously and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Hobie Brown, punk extraordinaire, trips into the River Thames mid performance; sounds like a headline. Oh wait…it is one.”

You cackled at your joke, but stopped when he pushed you and you nearly fell into a candle.

“Hobart Brown! I could’ve burned myself.”

“Thought you would’ve laughed it off since you find near-death experiences amusing.”

You snickered and shook your head, “You are so dramatic.”

“Nah, you’re just heartless.”

“Don’t you know how to swim?” you asked.

He glared at you instead of responding.

You gasped, “you don’t?”

He scoffed, “‘Course I do, but I was fifteen and pissed out my mind.”

“So you flailed around like little girl? sounds like a serious lack of survival instincts to me.”

He lunged for you and you reared back, putting your hands up in surrender.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry I’ll leave you alone.”

He narrowed his eyes at you but he sat back down.

You smirked and muttered, “for now.”

His head jerked back to you and you gave him another innocent look.

He just shook his head at you again.

You watched him for a moment before remembering what you were doing before you nearly laughed yourself to death.

You had rambled to Hobie a week ago about wanting to make a reading nook where you could sit with a blanket and read your favorite books.

After you complained about being bored earlier in the day, he invited you to hang out on his boat and the two of you spent about two hours finding all of his books and making a fort.

It was cramped, and the height of the stacked books made you slightly claustrophobic, but it was still cozy. And it’s not like you hated being close to Hobie.

The candles were his idea, even though you told him it was a fire hazard.

You found your book you dropped, and dusted it off before finding your spot to pick up where you left off.

You found your focus shifting from the book to the conversation you two just had.

Everyone has been embarrassed at least once in their life, It shouldn’t have surprised you like it did.

Hobie was human, humans get embarrassed.

But still…

“Can’t read your mind.”

Hobie’s voice interrupted your thoughts and he turned towards you.

“Hm?” You asked.

“You got a question. Can tell by the way the your looking,” He tilted his head and gave you a lazy smirk. “It’s easier to tell when people with smaller brains are gearing up for a question, their brain can’t really contain it.”

You roll your eyes. You did have a question, but the reason he knew that wasn’t because your brain is small.

Not everyone can be genius.

“Ok. Why are you living in a boat if you had such a mortifying experience with water? I mean personally, I wouldn’t-

You’re cut off by your own laughter as you leap up and dodge him as he lunges for you again.

You’re fast as you dart away, but his legs are longer and he’s much more agile. You almost knocked a candle over trying to get up.

Should’ve ignored his suggestion for those.

He catches up to when you run into the door leading out to deck, bumping your hip harshly into the frame.

He saves you before you can faceplant into the many plants and flowerpots he has cluttering the deck.

You groan as you try to catch your breath, trying in vain to rub out the sting in your hip.

Hobie doesn’t aid in your efforts at all. He digs his long fingers into your ribs as you laughed breathlessly and tried to dodge his fingers.

He doesn’t let up when you trip over your own feet trying to back away from him.

He smoothly slows down your fall, somehow managing to keep a good grip on you even though his fingers are constantly moving and you’re squirming like hell. Stupid guitarist hands.

Speaking of, the rhythm he’s strumming into your ribs is akin to the song he was playing earlier…

“Ok,” you gasp, “I give up I’m sorry!”

He doesn’t let up at all.

“Nahh, it’s a bit late for that, where’s all that energy from before huh?”

“It’s gone” you grit out, still tying, in vain, to squirm away.

“Hobie pleaseee,” you beg. Well it was more of a wheeze.

He continues spidering his fingers up and down your ribcage, pretending to give thought to your plea. “Don’t know if I can do that love, still haven’t heard a good apology.”

You whine and squirm a little more but eventually give in.

“Ok, ok I'll apologize," you gasp out and he leans back, finally.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sure the performance was amazing and the dive just amplified it. Y’know the unpredictable nature of punks and that?”

He snorts and stands to his feet, pulling you up to stand in front of him.

“Your apology was still rubbish, but you recovered in the end.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned into his chest, still panting like a dog.

He wraps his arms around you pulling you even closer, softie.

You finally regain control of your lungs and took a deep breath inhaling the scent of leather and scented smoke wafting off of Hobie, you probably smelled the same considering the candles.

He rested his chin on the top of your head and you knew he was probably still waiting on you to ask your question from earlier.

“I was surprised that you got embarrassed.” You muttered out, feeling a bit stupid as you did so.

He pulled back slightly and gave you a confused look. You sighed and pulled back further turning to lean against the very short railing wrapping around the deck. Yet another hazard, if he wasn’t careful he might fall off this boat.

“I know it’s kinda dumb, but I was surprised. I mean embarrassment kinda requires you to care what people think and you being you…” You trailed off.

He nodded and tilted his head back and forth a few times before responding, “I don’t care what they think, but feelings don’t really respond to logic.”

"No they certainly don't," you mumble.

You can't really describe the tightening in your chest and the pressure in your brain, and you don't really want to.

Unfortunately for you...

Hobie knocks his knuckles against your forehead, wordlessly communicating exactly what he emans.

You roll eyes and take another deep breath before you respond.

"You wear everything on your sleeve; everything about you screams-genuine. And sure you've got a lot of other things going on but you don't...hide. I just don't understand it I guess. Not everybody does that and-

"I don't hold a grudge against you for it."

You're not surprised at the interruption, more at the fact that he read you so well.

You grimace and look away to gather yourself before you speak again.

"I-I know that but sometimes I worry."

He hums and pulls your hands into his, fidgeting with the ring he made that rests on your middle finger.

You're grateful for the distraction and direct your eyes down to your connected hands as you continue.

"I don't wanna say the wrong thing, and you not even be able to get what I mean because I can't...show it."

You shrug and let your hands fall out of his, subconsciously closing yourself off while you try to breathe through the straining in your sternum.

He places his hands on your shoulder and gently rubs his hands up and down your arms. It's not that you need to be warmed up, but the action calms you down and breathing becomes much easier.

You look up at him and he gives you that stupid smirk of his.

The one that made you fall in love with him.

"I've known you for a while now doll; you think you're closed off and cold, but you're not. You're a lil' emotionally stunted-"

You roll your eyes, while his twinkle.

"But I don't fault you for it. What's the point in being the same anyway, weren't made for it y'know? You're plenty expressive; I can see it in your eyes, in your body language, in that little lip twist you do when you're trying to be nice."

He brings you closer to him, one hand resting at the small of your back, the other one the railing behind you.

"You've let me in, I'm not going anywhere."

You give him a small smile and he matches it before tilting your chin up and leaning down to give you a kiss.

You return it and your smile widens when you pull away.

It drops in the very next second when you hear thud from inside the boat and the distinct sound of fire scorching paper.

Your eyes widen and you push away from to run back inside.

You bump your hip on the door frame again but you ignore the pain and scramble to put out the fire that's singed your book.

Luckily, you caught it before it could really spread and only the corner of the book is burnt.

Hobie snorts from the doorway and you turn to glare at him.

"Well I've got a idea of what you're feeling now."

You huff and shake your head, " I told you it was a fire hazard."

He shrugs, "It was pretty. 'Sides you've got quick reflexes; you caught it in time."

You smirk and toss the book to the ground, better to not have anything in your hands when you run.

"Yeah I do, they're really quick. I definitely wouldn't have have tripped off a boat and forgot I knew how to swim."

As soon as you finish your sentence you take off, and damn him for being a giant because he's right on your heels.

i did it 😭😭😭✊🏾

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown fic #atsv hobie #spider punk #hobie brown #fromphoetou

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feelbokkie · 2 months

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Emergency Bokkie's Room #2

(Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again)

I want to start off by saying that I'm not mad. At least not right now. I was at first, but I'm just tired at this point and something should be said.

You might have noticed that I haven't been as active content writing wise lately and that I've stopped tagging my mutuals in the hashtag section of my posts and there are reasons for that.

fair warning, there will be swearing below

there will also probably be spelling and grammar mistakes bc I don't care

I am getting tired. I'm not burnt out. God, I wish I was because i have so many ideas running through my head at all times that it's exhausting.

I'm straight up, no longer having a good time on this account and that's because of somethings that have been happening behind the scenes. I wasn't going to talk about it but at the end of the day, I should address them, even if it's only once.

In no particular order:

First, if you're going to harass my mutuals. Don't. I stopped tagging my mutuals via hashtags, I deleted my mutuals list, and I am painstakingly going through the old hashtags and deleting them. They're my friendships. Who I interact with, how I interact with them, and when I interact with them is between me and that individual.

If you want to be friends with me, talk to me. Ask anyone, I'm pretty pleasant to talk to when I'm not going through it.

But also, remember that I'm an adult and I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone fighting my battles for me. If you're concerned about who I surround myself with, take that up with me directly, or trust that can handle things on my own. Because, at the end of the day, I can. If you're mad that I'm friends with them and not you, maybe try having a conversation with me first before you go attacking people. Just a a help suggestion.

Second,

i know i'm annoying at times. i'm the youngest child, it's in my blood. if you are getting annoyed by my rambles, simply just block them. I tag all my rumbles and I even made a helpful guide on how to do so right here and i even have a list of commonly used tags that i have on this account too that you can also block

Finally, I shouldn't have to say this because it should be very obvious but shit like this is never okay:

First of all, if you're going to be blatantly racist to anyone, unkindly get the fuck off my page. My fics are not for you. I don't have the time or patience to deal with you or your ignorant ass. If I see you being disrespectful towards anyone in my asks, comments, etc. it's an automatic block on all my accounts, I don't give a single fuck.

Secondly, I'm delusional, yes, but I'm also just having fun. I'm not actually trying to date anyone in skz or any other idol for that matter. It's called a joke, I don't know if anyone's explained the concept to you, but it's not to be taken seriously. Just like my page isn't. Me joking about me dating Seungmin and how "that man owns me atp" isn't serious and it wasn't serious enough for you to call me the n-word with the hard -er. Which, congratulations btw, you are the second person ever to call me that to my face (the first being my dad and he is the devil reincarnate so, what does that make you?).

I shouldn't have to sit here and lecture anyone on basic human decency and common sense but here we are. We are very rapidly approaching a future where I'm just not on tumblr at all anymore which sucks for a multitude of reasons and I'm just trying to have fun like everyone else.

Okay, that's all. For those of you who read through the end and didn't need to be scolded, sorry about that. Please take this big hug as an apology

#emergency feelbokkies room

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gayrootvegetable · 2 months

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wip wednesday !!

thank you to @littlemisskittentoes and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for tagging me 💖

GUESS WHO'S BACK !!!! finally, after a 6 week writing drought, i have been making progress on my tumblr au! so enjoy this lil sneak peak of alex's anonymous ask and the first part of henry's response 😎

After watching two cinematic masterpieces—Shrek 1 and Shrek 2, of course—Alex feels much better. His sister always knows how to get him out of his own head. It’s 9 PM now, AKA prime tumblr-scrolling hours. This realization prompts Alex to open the tumblr app on his phone, sending a surge of nervous energy through his body. He doesn’t worry for long, though, because right at the top of his dash is H’s response. Alex slides into bed, pulling the duvet over his head to create a blanket cocoon, before beginning to read.

Anonymous: hi i hope it’s ok that i’m sending you this. i’ve been following you for a while and your poems mean a lot to me. i thought i was straight but now i’m not so sure because surely a straight person wouldn’t connect with queer poetry, right? so i guess my question is, how did you know you were gay? and how do i know if i’m gay? (sorry feel free to not answer this i ramble when i’m nervous haha)

Hello, Anon. Firstly, thank you for this kind message. I’m glad my writing meant a lot to you. It’s nice to know that my sad gay pining isn’t completely useless. And don’t apologize, it’s okay to be nervous. I am quite the expert when it comes to being nervous, thanks to the anxiety disorder. As for your question, I’m honoured that you trust me with giving you advice. Unfortunately, there is no way for me to definitively determine whether you’re queer or not, but I can offer you some anecdotes from my experience, and hopefully that will be helpful in some way.

i love them, your honor 😭😭😭 OH AND the tumblr work skin i've been customizing for myself looks SO GOOD i am so excited

idk who has posted for WIP wednesday yet and who hasn't but tags under the cut as always sjdfhksj🫡

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @songliili @leojfitz @rockyroadkylers @heartitinthesilence @read-and-write- @inexplicablymine @firenati0n @tinyarmedtrex @14carrotghoul @cactusdragon517 @anincompletelist @bidoofenergy @affectionatelyrs @gay-flyboys @emmalostinwonderland @rmd-writes @myheartalivewrites @xthelastknownsurvivorx @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @lizzie-bennetdarcy @ninzied @anchoredarchangel @benwvatt @magicandarchery @kiwiana-writes

#big W for fennel #wip wednesday #gaycelery writes #my fics #my wips #rwrb fic #tumblr au

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 2 months

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Find the word tag

I'm going through them I'm going through them

Anyway thanks @aziz-reads!

My words: start, taste, large, change

Your words: talk, current, stick, jealous

Tagging @thepeculiarbird @blind-the-winds @little-peril-stories @buffythevampirelover @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @ohnomybreadsticks @dyrewrites @writeouswriter @writeintrees @verba-writing

Keep reading for:

Gwen runs (admittedly justifiably) away from Jedi and Carmen

Raissa makes an announcement :)

A short little scene of Robbie being a little shit

Arm wrestling discussion

Start - from The Secret Portal Part One (Gwen POV)

Thinking about them filled a deep, righteous fury as Dr. Asghar reached for the door. She let go of my left arm, so I jabbed my elbow into her gut. She yelped and I broke free. The time I spent running paid off when I shot down the hall, the balls of my feet carrying me across the gray tiled floor. I silently thanked the gym coaches forcing us to run thirteen laps. I heard Dr. Asghar and Dr. Moon run after me, but I didn’t stop. I had a good head start and was faster. I reached the vase I’d seen and gave a mental apology for knocking it over. Dr. Asghar swore loudly as I skidded around the corner and ran down that hall until I realized I reached a dead end. I whipped around but saw Dr. Asghar and Dr. Moon at the start of the hallway. I froze. “Where’d she go?” Dr. Asghar asked, panting. “I don’t know,” Dr. Moon said. He looked around. “She had to have turned here. Her powers must have activated.” I stood there in confusion. Looked behind me, looked back at them. What powers? How could they not see me? I decided not to think too much about it and be thankful that they couldn’t while trying to make my heavy breathing quiet down. “Let’s go back to the lab,” said Dr. Moon after a moment, turning around. “She could be demonstrating several abilities. I can name four off the top of my head.” He smiled. “Actually, seven! I’m curious to see which one it is.” Dr. Asghar huffed, but followed her colleague back around the corner. “Sorry about the vase,” I heard Dr. Moon say. “Who cares? It was my uncle’s. Good riddance!” I heard a sound that implied Dr. Asghar kicked a shard of the vase that bounced off the wall. “Eight!” I heard Dr. Moon exclaim. I could almost hear Dr. Asghar roll her eyes.

Taste - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Jedi POV)

“Hello, Alium,” the girl said. “What you are currently seeing is being broadcasted across every holoscreen in the world. No, there is no way to turn to another channel. My name is Raissa Kamanzi, and I am an Inutilia.” Murmurs began to ripple throughout the room. I found myself sitting up straighter, listening to every word this girl had to say. Rin and Jeong-Suk had turned in their seats to watch the broadcast. “I speak to you to bring a stop to how my people have been treated,” Raissa continued. “First, I want to tell you about myself. I was a certified genius at age three. I got a degree in dimension mechanics when I was twelve years old. I managed to hijack every holoscreen in the world for you to hear my message. There is nothing useless about me. There is nothing useless about any of us. My people are frankly sick of being treated as such. We are tired of the segregation, the attacks, and bigotry targetting us. You have no idea how much pain and suffering you have caused.” “Turn this damn thing off!” a Quinque man shouted as he stood from his seat. “Go back to Druz’ya Sem’i!” “So we have banded together,” Raissa continued. “We have decided to give you a taste of your own medicine.” “Did you hear me?!” “Sir!” an employee shouted. “We cannot change the channel!” “Turn off the holoscreen!” “I appear before you today to announce the existence of our new organization: The Refuga Alliance.” “No!” a Tribus woman shouted. “She has every right to speak!” “We renegades have risen up to take back what we have been denied our whole lives: power.” “I won’t stand here while some nullock spats propaganda!” “Together, we are working on ways to combat your powers, combat the prejudice, and evolve into better versions of yourselves.” “Do you hear her?” the man continued. “She’s threatening our very way of life!” “You will no longer be special. You will finally be able to feel what it’s like to be Inutil. Useless. You have relied on your natural powers for too long. Now you will finally be able to taste the consequences.”

I swear I've had to find "taste" a million times lol

Large - from The Secret Portal Part One (Robbie POV)

We turned a corner and went to a large door near the end of the hall. Dr. Asghar pressed her hand to the doorframe and the door slid open. We were now inside a room full of computers. Dr. Asghar walked behind one, leaving me in the center and Akash off to the side, and Dr. Moon stood in the corner watching her. “State your name,” Dr. Asghar said, putting what I assumed was hand sanitizer in her palm. “As in first name?” I asked. “Or first and last? Or full name? Or possible nicknames? Or—” “Enough!” Dr. Asghar said through gritted teeth. “Full name.” “Robert Benjamin Stafford.” “Age?” Dr. Asghar asked, not even touching the monitor. “I literally just said that I was thirteen.” “Date of birth?” “C’mon, man, that’s pers—” “Didn’t you literally just say that you just turned thirteen?” Dr. Asghar looked at me through her glasses. “Date. Of. Birth?” I sighed. I considered giving out a fake one, like yesterday, but decided against it. “May 2nd, 2010.”

Change - from The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)

Sammy’s cheeks glowed, her smile bright. “I got in! I got in!” “The Elite Crew?” I asked, referring to her studio’s advanced dancing team. Sammy bounced on her toes. “Yes! Yes, I did!” “Holy shit, that’s awesome!” said Robbie. “Congrats, Sammy.” “Hell yeah, it’s awesome!” said Liam, appearing in the doorway beside her. “I won the arm wrestling match because her phone went off with the news.” “Doesn’t count,” said Sam. “You’re catching up on Diamond Mode, anyway.” “Yeah, but now I’m catching up by one point less.” “It’s only fair I get a point. Now you can beat me in Diamond Mode, I don’t stand a chance in any other mode, so I have to take any win I can get. Besides, we have the rest of our lives for you to obliterate me in Diamond Mode.” “But what if you get better at Diamond Mode?” “Squirt, diamond can’t get harder than it already is.” “What if you find something harder than diamond?” “That’s impossible.” “We’re in an alternate dimension, Liam.” “Touché. But Alium doesn’t have anything harder than diamond, either.” “There’s a whole multiverse out there, though,” said George, taking a bite out of whatever granola bar he was eating. “Besides, an extremely powerful shapeshifter could theoretically shift their skin into a substance harder than diamond. However, that is unheard of. Also, if Sam gets so good at Diamond Mode Arm Wrestling, I suggest you change to weight-lifting and see if she can throw you when you’re dense or otherwise heavy elements.” Liam and Sam looked at each other. “That could work, Squirt. Excellent idea, George.” George lit up, but he hadn’t swallowed the granola, so his cheeks were puffed out. Like a chipmunk or something

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teeth--king · 9 months

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Eats your Stardew Valley Elliott art

anyways! Ive seen barely anyone do this but what do you think Elliotts’ backstory is? Like what’s his relationship with his parents? You can draw and/or write it if you want :)

(i crave angsty backstory for Elliott…because I love him…)

Please, feast away! It brings me so much happiness that people are enjoying my Stardew Valley art so much! I usually make my own personal art, so dabbling in a little fan art and it going so well is very appreciated.(also all the nice comments and tags, those fuel me and make me go forward each day)

But for the main part of the ask, it takes so much for my little writer self to not just go hog wild and re-create characters who I get attached to. I have a love hate relationship with this, but it's very easy to do with Stardew characters because they are all so blank slate, those little buddies can be what ever you want because they are the perfect level of lovable yet bland. As for Elliott, yeah I'm a little more on the angsty side of backstory for him, partially from some dialogue and partially from some projecting, haha.

I am not the worlds best writer(despite the fact that it's technically what I do) so I apologize if any of this is a bit rough or odd sounding :P I also feel odd about writing and sharing backstories for already made characters as a creative myself, so this might also be a bit awkwardly worded on my end as well. So just a little heads up before my rambling thoughts below.

So I've always read him as no longer connected to his family due to his passions and actually following them. He's distanced himself from most people in his past, some intentionally and some outside of his control, to try and become who he actually wants to be. I feel like before he came to Stardew Valley he was working his ass off by not gracefully juggling both a job and trying to write at the same time, probably developed some bad habits during those times to cope. He tries to not show it and mask but being kind and welcoming(sometimes overly so if in a rough spot), he has too much ego to let others know he's not doing well chasing his dreams. After moving to Stardew Valley he's started to do a bit better but he's even more of a starving artist because he's just living off savings, most of which he used to buy the cabin. Man's got a male living space by slight necessity but plays it off as being a minimalist. Also no idea where I would place this otherwise, but he gives me the vibe that he has a more public facing persona where he's more flowery and puts on a slight voice, while in reality he's just a dude(still poetic tho, he can't stop that, theater kid vibes).

Ironically trying to not make him too much like my character Elliot. Both of these men are my current stress toys and I am throwing them around so much in my mind.

Ah! Thank you so much for this ask, it was a wonderful distraction for my night! I love answering stuff and getting to get my thoughts out of my head somehow. They are quite loud in there so I'm pleased to have them out and about now. This likely isn't everything but my brain works in such scattered and anxious ways that I am not sure. Thank you again!

#ask #stardew valley #stardew elliott #no clue if I should tag that but ah. guess so for at least my own blogs sorting

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reynasdream · 6 months

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⤷ affiliated with @st-pavlov-foundation!

⤷ i'm reyna!

⤷ my requests are closed!

⤷ i write for reverse 1999!

⤷ i currently write for: sotheby, a knight, click, dikke, matilda, sonetto, tennant, schneider, diggers, blonney, horropedia, APPle (only platonically), eagle (only platonically), pavia, zima, leilani, and the fool!

⤷ if any characters i write for seem to be out of character in my works, my sincerest apologies! please correct me on it through dms, comments, or asks. corrections are very much appreciated! just please be polite about it.

⤷ i write headcanons and oneshots. i am not experienced writing for series because i usually lose motivation when writing for them, but if i decide to i will most likely upload those on my archive, which i will link if i decide to write for series.

⤷ my fics are tagged as "reyna's fics", headcanons as "reyna's headcanons", responses to non-request related asks as "reyna's asks", any reverse 1999 spoilers as "reyna's spoilers", reblogs as "reyna's reblogs", and random posts as "reyna's rambles"!

⤷ i will update the guidelines if i have to, which i will post about!

⤷ if you want to be included in my taglist, click here!

GUIDELINES

⤷ please do not request smut! i am a minor myself and i feel uncomfortable writing for it.

⤷ please do not request dark themes! this includes incest, pedophilia, yandere, and other themes relating to it.

⤷ please be patient! i have my own life outside of the screen, so please be patient if your request is slow. i prioritize requests depending on when you requested. sometimes i will postpone requests, though, so if you didn't request anonymously i will dm you if i have to postpone it!

⤷ please be respectful! if you have any corrections, please be respectful! i will most likely see it through dms, but you can also send an ask or comment about it!

⤷ please be specific! this is not required, but i will very much appreciate it if you be specific with your requests! gender/pronouns especially. if you do not specify which gender/pronouns, i will write for a gender-neutral reader and use they/them pronouns if necessary.

MASTERLIST

⤷ tennant & dikke - hello miss! (gender neutral reader, no pronouns specified)

⤷ tennant - a busy day... (female reader, no pronouns specified)

⤷ dikke - relaxation time (gender neutral reader, no pronouns specified)

⤷ the fool - the ice that scraped against our feet (gender neutral reader, no pronouns specified)

⤷ sotheby - for you! (gender neutral reader, no pronouns specified)

SOCIAL MEDIAS

⤷ currently empty...

#reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader

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sweetmage · 4 months

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Many Things (Gale/M!Tav fanfic)

Rating: G Word Count: 1,766 Tags: Awkward flirting, secret identity, drow Tav

Summary: Though the other partygoers have made it clear they don't wish to share Rhidyl's company, he'd prefer to spend his time with Gale anyway. After all, Gale promised he'd share his list of all of Rhidyl's best attributes, but Rhidyl has a few hidden traits of his own to bring to light.

Notes: I just wanted to write a little thing for them. See replies for more context for Rhidyl's motivations + info/sources about the drow words used :)

"Were I to recite that list," Gale began, fumbling his words through an earnest grin, "I fear we'd still be here at dusk tomorrow. Many things, I assure you, but a conversation better saved for another time."

Rhidyl exhaled through the nose, head cocked in disapproval. "If I'd any good sense I'd think you were trying to be rid of me."

"No," Gale responded in quick defense, hands raised and waving in a flurry, "No, never. I just thought you may wish to return to the others, mingle, enjoy the festivities."

"Would that they would have me,” he shifted, arms folded over his chest, “but they've all seemed rather eager to run me off."

"Oh..." Gale winced and peeked out at the crowd then drew his gaze back to Rhidyl, a little too tipsy to hide his relief at the outcome. "Their loss. If you truly want to waste away your evening in my company then I'd be as much of a fool to stop you."

"At least one among us has taste.” Rhidyl's expression eased a touch. “Now carry on with your waxing poetic about the finer points of my person."

"Well your humility is certainly not among them," Gale buried a chuckle with another deep swig of wine, "but for all your posturing and bluster, I know you are a good man. With a good heart." He punctuated his words with a firm pointer against the smooth, exposed skin of Rhidyl's chest, though he drew it back in the same breath, holding it as though he’d been burned. "Sorry... all that is to say, I find that admirable. I also find that you are a fine swordsman. Where did you train?"

It wasn’t so much the question that startled him as it was the lack of a suitable answer, nothing but half-formed, unconvincing lies resting behind his teeth. Though his stoic features told no tales, he must have hesitated just long enough for Gale to know he had touched on something forbidden.

“Off limits, I apologize. We won’t go there. I was only curious. I myself was a student of Blackstaff Academy, I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”

“From you, no less.”

“Oh yes, of course, I did mention that, didn't I? Silly me. With all that has transpired, I find my mind wandering at times, I can hardly keep track of it all. Tadpoles, am I right?" Gale rambled on, and on, and on, until Rhidyl could scarcely follow, his words spilling together into a slurring stream of consciousness that would have made any seasoned tavern-goer blush. But he smiled lightly and lent his ear, drank it all up, and let it drown out the clamor from the far side of camp. When he tired of his own tales, Gale halted himself with a forceful clearing of his throat. "For whatever it's worth, I am grateful for your company, even if the circumstances of our meeting were less than desirable. But, that is more than enough of my prattling, perhaps my mouth could serve you better by—" Gale's eyes widened and so too did Rhidyl's, their gazes locked for a tense, uncomfortable moment. "I meant— oh, hells... By talking, of course. About other matters than your personal life. Now."

"You've such a way with words. Go then, show me what wonders your mouth is capable of."

He was visibly sweating now, skin dewy in the torchlight as he shifted where he stood. "Maybe I should just... get back to the point. The list, the many things you are beyond exceptional at. Getting right under my skin, for starters." He smiled and attempted what Rhidyl could only assume was a playful wink, though it only served to deepen the pleasant crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Then his face fell, lips tilted down and brow drawn tight above his earnest eyes. "And the simple fact that you could be anywhere and yet you choose to while away the night in the company of a babbling wizard with a most volatile condition. I have not the words to thank you."

"Then don't. While I do so love your praises, I've a mind of my own. You are far less tiresome than the horned ones, and far less troublesome than the rest. I can think of worse company. And besides, come tomorrow we have much to face. That oak of a druid spoke of paths forward, and if I'm being quite honest, my mind has remained there and left little room for celebration."

Gale seemed to sense the shift in the air and sobered to the reality of the moment. "Indeed. We are certainly not without our choices, though none seem particularly favorable."

"Perhaps in your opinion. A journey through the Underdark is no trifle, but it is the safest route."

Gale let out a low, rumbling laugh. "Safe for who, exactly? The drow amongst the goblins we faced were less than welcoming. I'm not so sure we'd find a better reception should we stumble into their domain. If we do not keep our wits, even the best case scenario sees us dead in a tenday."

"Usstan orn mrigg udossa."

His brows shot up in surprise and he set his glass aside, leaning in to study Rhidyl with a quizzical expression as though he'd just materialized before him. "I know the tongue of the elves, but that was no language of the surface."

"You could say I'm fluent in more than swordplay." Rhidyl shrugged. "After all, the domain of the drow is also my own. I'd rather not gamble with the unfamiliar when the familiar can be relied upon. As I said: I will guide us."

"Just a moment.” Gale was shaking his head as if to force the thoughts within to settle. “Let’s take it back a few steps here. I am not one to judge so forgive me if this is a bit forward, but how does one of human and wood elven blood come to live among the drow?"

"They don't. I have misled you, perhaps a poor thanks for your kindness, but it was necessary. I don't quite fancy being left alone to trade my sanity for tentacles, but for all I knew, you lot would sooner leave me for dead than travel with one of my kind. But now that you need me, my secret is out and at your disposal."

"Ah, I see..." But Gale's eyes said otherwise, roaming his ashen complexion and shocks of red hair, seeking the answers that evaded him. "Well, this changes nothing. I have seen what you've done for those children, those refugees, for us… for me. That I know to be real. Under what pretenses you did so hardly matters. I trust you. And that's not just the wine talking."

"A wise decision. I hope you will remain as open-minded when dawn breaks and your head clears," Rhidyl responded, the tiniest glimmer of relief in his gaze. "And it's dye. I feel a fool for choosing one so garish, but not nearly as much of one as those who never noticed."

Gale chuckled softly, his smirk tilted to one side. "Oh trust me, we all noticed, we're just far too polite to mention it. What you were concealing with it is a different matter, I always assumed it was a fragile ego."

"My ego was quite intact before, you could have spared me that detail." Though he spat the words, Rhidyl was not angered. Quite the contrary, the playful twitch of his lips giving him away. "I suppose I should tell the others come morning. There's no use keeping up the charade. I look forward to a day where I am not cooked beneath your blazing sky. I am not merely a dark elf but d'korit'al waess, 'albino' as I believe you'd call it. Perhaps now I may reasonably request we travel more under nightfall or at least when the sun is less vengeful."

Gale's features softened as his curiosity was sated, replaced by a sort of pity. "If you're worried for your skin, I may have a book or two with solutions. When the others have cleared out and when my brain has cleared up, I can prepare you something suitable. That is, if you'd like."

"That would be... very generous of you." Rhidyl shifted his weight, arms tightening around himself, gaze turned to the side. "I'll not say no."

A silence fell between them, filled by the distant chatters of merriment and the occasional clang of glasses.

"I appreciate you spending this time with me. And for trusting me to be the first one privvy to the truth. If it means anything, I am honored. You are a welcome distraction from the horror that has been brewing within my chest. I hope you know what a gift you've given me. I feel lighter."

"As do I..." His voice was but a whisper, his eyes on his scuffed leather boots, a heat in his cheeks. "But you'd best stop flattering me lest I let it all go to my head. And for what it's worth, you're not so bad yourself. I had once thought your kind the most loathsome beasts but now... well, the jury is still out. You, however, have made your case."

"From your lips that is quite the compliment," Gale laughed, his fond gaze lingering there a moment before shifting back towards the party. "I remind you, I have no intentions of shooing you away, but another seems to be waiting their turn."

Rhidyl's eyes drifted towards where Gale had turned, finding Alfira smiling a ways back with her lute and crinkled papers in one hand, the other waving him over as soon as she'd caught his attention.

Rhidyl sighed and adjusted his glasses, giving Gale a firm nod. "I suppose I better go see what's got her in a fuss. Perhaps she's finally composed a ballad worthy of my greatness. Hopefully one of my ears as well."

He took a step back and paused, taking Gale in for a long, quiet moment until his words broke the silence.

"I'll see you in the morning," Gale said, looking almost hopeful as if they didn't share a camp and it wasn't guaranteed. If there was something about his presence he longed for…

Rhidyl didn't dare dwell on it on, merely flashing him a tight-lipped smile as he took another step back, one hand held high in parting. "Of course. Goodnight, Gale. Pleasant dreams." He turned from him quickly and dragged himself off, fingers still tracing the spot Gale's had touched.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #male!tav #drow tav #oc: rhidyl #jun fics #jun edits

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shares-a-vest · 1 month

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can i ask where you get your inspo for your joanie munson series? i want to write more fics for emma but i dont really have, to put it lightly, good childhood memories or experiences so im not really sure how to make them realistic or "cute"

Hi CJ! Thank you so much for the ask and for supporting my little Joanie Munson AU. I LOVE seeing you pop up in my notifications when I write about her 💖 Tbh, I’m a little like squeeee someone is asking about my writing, right now!

Okay, before I delve into some rambling about my Joanie Munson AU, I just want to give a shout-out to everyone for getting through childhood crappiness, whatever it may be. Sending you all (and you, CJ) the biggest hugs.

Sooooo I don’t actually draw inspo from real-life experiences. Nothing that happened with Joanie happened to me and a lot of this AU is driven by me wanting to give Steve and Eddie a loving little family that is all cute and silly and filled with love.

The only thing miiiight come from real life is the fact that most fics are set at Steddie’s apartment or someone’s home. As a kid, my family were pretty housebound because I was sick and even now my life circumstances have me living in a bit of a small bubble – it’s all good btw, but I’m just trying not to give details, so apologies if this part reads a little too vague!

With only a couple of exceptions, most of this AU has developed via community events/prompts.

Right now, I’m working my way through each of the Flufftober Spring Prompts. I try to treat this AU as I would any other prompts – just starting with a super basic idea, maybe even a line of dialogue that gets in my head and seeing where it goes.

For example, the ‘Daisies’ prompt. I knew I wanted Joanie to be making daisy chains with Claudia. Then I thought it could include Wayne, then I wrote from his perspective, then added this silly side Steddie moment. And I always keep in mind how I have this AU set up (even if a lot of those ideas are just sloshing around in my head for now).

Like, Joanie’s grandparent figures are Claudia and Wayne, so what’s her relationship/dynamic like with them? How does Joanie’s personality shape the ficlet too? How is she like Steve and/or Eddie personality-wise in this situation? What parts of her are just your average excitable kid?

I know that overall, I want to keep this AU fluffy and silly. It sometimes falls into angst territory when I start writing about Steve’s parents but I can never bear to leave my Blorbo sad for too long.

Tbh, some comments/tags on my Flufftober Spring writing have me thinking about the meta aspects of this AU in ways I hadn’t before. It’s not like I pre-planned writing a Steddie Dads AU btw, I just fell into it after one ficlet and started to build it out from there. And even things I find myself writing about then sort of become an ongoing thing – if that makes sense. Like Joanie owning a Furby and the silly saga of that has appeared three times now.

The comment on THIS ficlet perfectly sums up an underlying… theme??? I guess, in this AU (Steddie healing their inner child, which BRB SOBBING 😭). Another tag by @marvel-ous-m on this one beautifully described this AU as ‘slices of life’ which it very much is, and I enjoy sticking to that. I guess what I’m getting at with all this is using your own parameters and the interior world of your Emmaverse AU to your advantage.

Gosh I hope this reads okay and isn't too rambling!! I love your Emmaverse and can't wait to read more of it.

Feel free to reply, send more asks or DM (if you want, no pressure of course!) I hope this was helpful in some way 💖😊

#lily answers #puppy-steve #steddie as girl-dads

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dissociatingdumbass · 28 days

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Hi! I'm so nervous to send this ask cuz I can't hide behind anon but I'ma be brave for 60 seconds and hopefully this doesn't come off rude& rambling (if so feel free to ignore all this, no pressure to reply!)

So, I was reading the tags of a post you reblogged (something about being 34 with an AO3 account being cringe or whatever) and you say you're 48? Like 48 years old? Or I'm misunderstanding? Either way my first thought was, I agree with the comment implying that 30+ adults are a large part of what keeps fandoms alive, and my second thought was holy crap! I didn't know I actually followed someone in fandom who is older than me. Maybe that's silly bc I follow soooo many people, there's no way we're all the same age, right, like duh but I just got really excited about it. It felt like an "ah ha!" moment, like the difference between knowing something like a fact you read in a book yrs ago and knowing something from living through it (if that makes sense 🫠) and I just wanted to say Hi! I'm glad you're here (you and all the older members of fandom, honestly) I'm relieved actually, and maybe that's weird and silly, too, but idk knowing you're here really helped me connect with reality a bit better. Sometimes I feel like everyone in fandom is like 19 and younger and i guess the craziness in the world & fandom combined has made me feel like I'm doing something very strange at my big age enjoying fandom where it seems like only teenagers are. This isn't shade at teenagers though, I was a teen in fandom at some point but I guess I unknowingly was convinced that after 20 these things are like kids toys and sure you can keep them but if you aren't an ~established adult~ you don't have time for fan things or at least should be quiet in those spaces bc it's like creepy otherwise??? Idk idk idk🫣 I'm rambling and this is too long, the point is Hi! If I'm misunderstanding your age, my apologies, honestly; still, this has been a much needed reality check for me and I'm so very glad you're here!! (Also you're blog is like super cool)

Hi!

I am indeed 48 years old!

I haven't been active in fandom for long because in my country (Portugal) Fandoms weren't a thing...

At least not that I was aware growing up.

I've always had my little stories in my head and I had two cousins with which I'd "trade off" daydreams and story ideas... But nothing more.

My actual contact with internet and social media was only after 2003. A whole 7 years after I was married.

By then I had already allowed my dreams to be smothered... By my ex... By society... By myself...

It took me getting a divorce in 2012 to get into Fandom as a way of escaping my own feelings of failure and inadequacy.

And you know who helped me find the courage to write?

My older son. 16 at the time...

Fandom is for everyone.

For the older generation that built it and love it.

For the younger generation being introduced to it, finding community in it, finding themselves in it...

I welcome everyone into this little corner of my world on Tumblr... I'll be here if you need me. I'll be just here, in the background when you don't.

But I'll be here.

And you know what? Don't be ashamed of loving what you love. There's no age in which you should give up on your dreams, passions and hobbies...

.... Not even your plushies and toys!

Live first and foremost for yourself. Find the joy in the little things and never allow others to shame you for your passions.

Don't let anyone kill the Childlike Wonder inside you.

I'm 48...

I write fanfic and I'm a mother.

I have a bedroom filled with Fandom stuff and I have a full time job.

I have multitudes inside my heart and soul. Just like you. Just like everyone out there.

Don't let anyone take that away from you... Ever.

#ageism in social media is a plague...#we all have the ability to dream #fandom is for all of us #fandom is supposed to be a community

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gothamxwattpad · 4 months

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Writer’s block doesn’t have me stuck.

I have me stuck.

I have multiple directions I want to go but can only pick one because each one changes what happens next.

One direction has me writing from the POV of a character that doesn’t really hold a lot of weight in the story, I mean, she does play her part. She’s the daughter of a former gang leader who still holds great power and influence over the other gangs in Uptown and Midtown Gotham. He did a thing (no spoiler) that got innocent people killed to save him and his own family. He’s had to live with that guilt and now his daughter has to live with it too.

Another direction has me jumping to the main character’s best friend’s plot line, (that was very wordy, my apologies). Him being the street art & comic book loving little punk he is, that would send him down a rabbit hole, (pun intended- no spoilers), which would skip ahead to present conflicts. I’d actually like to save that for a little later on.

Or I can continue on with my chapter three being in the same POV of my main character from chapter two. I’d like to go ahead and post chapter two but not until I’ve figured out what I’m doing with chapter three. (Again I apologize for the word soup, it’s been a long day).

After writing all of this, i didn’t even consider I have other characters I can play around with, after all, my biggest issue with rewriting was how many characters I have and that I kept trying to write it from one POV, the main character’s, and it wasn’t working.

I’m not pantsing, (you know, writing from the seat of my pants), I am following the same storyline I already have, just trying to do it better. I have another version of my fic, GothamX, on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own(AO3) and it’s okay. It’s not great and it needs a lot of organizing and editing and some love and affection. THAT was me pantsing.

But I’m trying and I keep reminding myself that little progress is still progress and this project is not work, it is art & fun & for myself. I wanted something different from all the other Harley Quinn and Joker fanfictions on Wattpad.

If you can’t find what you want to read in fanfiction, make what you want to read. Because chances are, you’re not the only one that wants that story.

(sorry, I’m derailing again)…

I really wanted to be close to done with part one by the end of January. Part One is the first night. It sets up the basis for everything else to come. The First Night. The First punch thrown. The First storm…

If I can get through part one, I can branch out more on the other plot lines with my other characters.

Welcome to my Tedtalk and thank you for letting me ramble on. Feel free to ask questions and such.

Tagging @dyrewrites since you said it was okay to brain dump on you😅

All of this was actually pretty helpful. I should brain dump more often.

#fanfiction #original story #writing #writeblr #wattpad #fanfic #brain dumping

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hellaverse-critical-confessions · 8 months

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I hope Lemoncritiques remakes. It was nice to have a critical blog that was chill and not a straight up hater, still having things they liked about Hazbin.

So as far as I'm aware, there was... some situation involving Lemoncritiques. I never encountered their posts, personally, I don't even think they were active by the time I made my blog and I never cared to look further into it as a result. So no comment on that part.

It's true that the critical tag can be a very negative place; I can feel myself get a bit overwhelmed when I peruse it too much too frequently. It's fun to pick on things and dissect them, but you've gotta be careful about striking a healthy balance in your media consuption (whether the one you're critiquing or other stuff you enjoy, because we all enjoy other things, of course, and just because we tend to be negative in this tag doesn't mean we're never positive elsewhere). Which is actually why I used to post background design appreciation (I still have that one ask in my inbox, don't worry, I haven't forgotten and I'll get to it), and behind the scenes I like to craft a lot of worldbuilding and minor/original character lore for my own enjoyment.

I would say that several episode analyses make a point of listing the "pros" AND the "cons", some of which I've even reblogged here. I tend to appreciate that. I also find plenty positivity in the creativity of certain redesigns, which I also have a tag for.

I think the bitterness comes from most of us having relatively high hopes for these shows at the beginning (with Helluva at least), and then just seeing the acres of wasted potential, careless worldbuilding and the creator picking her obvious favorites making a huge mess of it all. Plus the deep dislike for Vivzie as a person and how her views are leaking into her work. Which I can't say is entirely unjustified, even if it does show in the tone of the critiques.

Apologies for the ramble and a half, I wasn't even gonna answer this one at first.

But I wanted to make an announcement, as a bonus:

I'd like you all to stop sending me confessions about IRL drama. From the crew, from the fanbase, from other criticals, from anyone. In my pinned post I have pointed out that I prefer to just discuss the cartoons themselves on this blog.

This is not necessarily @ you, Anon, but something I felt the need to reiterate since I have now gotten two separate asks indicating some people missed that bit of information.

#asks answered

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payidaresque · 8 months

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(un)happy anniversary to aziz being cancelled aka a year since i last felt truly excited about a piece of media. or anything at all for that matter.

ngl, i think that the show ended and part of my soul kinda died with it too. for some reason, not fully lnown to myself yet either, i can't look forward to any media and/or event anymore. not really. "curious" would be the correct word, and that's as far as i can get at this time, honestly. will i ever move on? no, probably not. am i being annoying? (for which i sincerely apologize — first and foremost — to my mutuals and the people i follow, because sometimes i can be.. a lot, and please know that you never, absolutely never should feel in any way oblgated to reblog anything i post. it's your blog, you own it, and you decide what other people should and should not see. and me posting so much is just a result of.... a very intense and profound love for the show, which i think, i personally didn't have enough time to express. please, remember that, and do not feel in anyway pressed — if i tagged you (and i always try to tag people according to their interests, or if i want to show that i was inpired by them) that is because i love seeing your tags in my activity feed very much!) yes, and i am very well aware of that but honestly? also don't care. kinda. anyway, enough of my pathetic rambling, lol. i made this post to let y'all know something very important —

and i know i said this numerous times before, but —

thank you.

thank you to everyone who watched the show, shared their thoughts, or expressed their interest in any way. and thank you to everyone who continues doing it now, a year later — know that i see you all, and i love you all 💜 and i will continue doing my thing (both on my main and over at @azizcentral) as long as there's a posibility that one more person will see this wonderful, deep, emotional, and magical story that's important to me on so many levels i can't even begin to tell you about. And i thank the cast, the crew, each and everyone who worked on the show to bring it to life. I am now and i will look forward to seeing what you do in the future, and i wish nothing but the best for all of you! And i know they won't see it, but i don't really care. THANK YOU for the gift you gave us. And i call it a gift because that's what it is to me — i met wonderful people thanks to the show, i build my own little community, and we're having fun, and i'll keep and cherish every minute of it. I may be mad that much of the show's potential was wasted due to some questionable choices certain people made (ahem looking at you angrily eda t*zcan and sh*wtv executives), i'm very grateful that i can return to the show anytime i want and experience emotions which, i'll be honest, none of the other shows (or media in general) gave me since.

and of course, this journey wouldn't be the same if it wasn't for my peeps @burningblake @rosehathawhey @thatsonehellofabird @theatricaldynamite — you rock and i'm so lucky to share it with you, you made it incredibly special ❤

and to all the people who started watching the show because of my edits, or consider watching it, and those who reblogged my aziz stuff even if it isn't your thing, and those who keep coming to the fandom – i am HONORED. When i started posting Aziz back in November '21, i couldn't even DREAM that it''ll become a thing for me to build a community around, or (can you imagine?) become my sort of a brand, not to mention that to think that people wil start watching it because of WHAT I DO. If we're honest, all i did was making gifs – YOU ALL made it work. made it A FANDOM. It's your reblogs, your messages, your tags. And i cannot thank you enough for that.

And to all my non-aziz followers — my sincerest apologies. believe me, i didn't mean to spam your dash like that, it's really out of my control, agdfgugfdu 🫠 this show rewired my brain chemistry forever and it cannot be undone. whatever the thing is you followed me for, and chose to stay despite my everyday madness — thank u so very much, and i hope you're enjoying it here ❤ As for me personally, i'm gonna continue sitting here quietly in my little corner and hope that someday, somehow, some way, the casts reunites, cause ngl. it will make me very, VERY happy. and bc a girl just gotta dream about somethin, ya know? (says the girl who literally spent an ENTIRE YEAR in denial and successfully continues being delusional still. well, we all have hobbies i guess 🤷🏻‍♀️)

As i said above, i'm not gonna stop. Because it brings me joy AND because well, show must go on (and also bc it's my only mission on this hellsite lmao), i am so very grateful for all your support (It is truly SO MUCH) and i am certain that we will do SO MANY wonderful things together ❤

peace ✌🏻✨

#the day the media and entertainment industry officially died to me #it still affects me more than it should tbh i'm perfectly aware of that #shit not to be emotional on my main..... once again 😅#you are all so important to me and i am SO grateful for having u in my life ❤#it literally wouldn't even be a thing without you all #aziz #dasha.txt

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oskea93 · 2 years

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☨ Fire Away ☨ Chapter Four (part one)

▾ Caius Volturi x OC ▾ ▲ Warning: Sexual content, cursing, physical altercation, homophobic remarks ▲

⍏ Taglist: @xoxoindigo @vampluv3r @ladysybilchronicles @badkitty83 @volturgeist @theplagueworm @dogmom2014 @hybridlamb @clandestine-nerd @yourfamilyfriendsatan @yourlocalrockstarsimp @violetlilites @quennconstanceuniverse @soraththefallenangel @cancankiki

★ Taglist now available ★

▿ Author’s note: Hi guys! Sorry for the late update. I thought I was going back to work but something came up, so I have a couple more days to write! First off, I want to thank you all that have read, liked, and added yourselves to the tag list. I really appreciate it :) This chapter we meet some new faces that will travel with us on the long road of this relationship. I also want to apologize for leaving you at a cliffhanger (i’ll make it up to you in the next chapter). I’m sorry if there are any grammar mistakes and i’ll try to go back and see what needs to be fixed. If you haven’t already, you can be added to the taglist via the link above! I asked this question in a post on my page, but if anyone out in Tumblr land makes trailer videos for stories, I would love for this fic to have one! A couple years ago, a creator made one for my Jax Teller story and it was amazing. I think it would be cool if this story had one too. I’m gonna stop rambling now, but if you have any questions, concerns, or just want to say hi, I would love to hear from you!!▿

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I looked at the dress that had been dropped off moments ago.

The lace detail and soft pink coloring glowed in the mid-day afternoon sun. I had yet to tell him if I was going to dinner with him, but he took it upon himself to have the dress delivered (just in case). Along with the dress was a note, instructing me to be at the hotel salon in an hour. For a moment, I had forgotten all about his dinner invitation. I spent most of the day staring out at the sea, my mind lost as the waves brushed against the white sand. This was supposed to be the time where we spent getting to know one another. We were supposed to hang out and tell each other about ourselves. We were fucking married and yet I knew nothing about him. I don’t know how much he knew about me, but I’m sure it wasn’t much. I watched all these fucking couples walking hand in hand, strolling on the beach, just laughing and enjoying one another. I was a little envious if I was being honest. When I pictured myself married, I could see myself being that way with my husband. Enjoying being around him every minute – craving his touch and just spending our time getting lost in each other.

However, my world is pretty fucked up and I don’t get to participate in that fairytale. I get married to an arrogant asshole I never fucking met. Not to mention being beat by his security team and then having sex in front of a middle-aged man just so it’s public knowledge that Caius and I consummated our marriage. I mean that’s what every girl wants, right? I understand that his uncles have an agenda – I mean, Aro basically spelled it out to me at the wedding. Caius was to take over the family business and I was to stand by his side – be the doting wife and give him the heir that the Volturi family needs to continue. That’s a lot of fucking pressure for someone to be under. What happens if I wasn’t able to give them that heir? Would I be sent up to a tower and locked away until it was time to execute me? Would they bring in another girl and have her carry Caius’s child, passing it off as our own when the baby is born? Why was I the chosen one? What was so special about me that he chose me out of all the girls in the town – the world…

The pink material pooled around as I sat in front of the mirror. My newly highlighted locks perfectly styles, framing my face perfectly. I went back and forth, talking myself into and out of going to dinner with him. The bottle of wine giving me the courage to finally text him, letting him know that I would be there. A car was on its way to pick me up – bringing me to some undisclosed location. The same butterflies that were present during our wedding flew around inside, nausea and nerves making it worse. I slowly removed myself from the floor, shaking out the tool of the dress, making sure nothing was stuck in the fabric. My high heels carried me to the door, one last sigh leaving my body before I exited the room.

I walked through the lobby, keeping my eyes down as I walked to the awaiting BMW. The man instantly opened the door once he saw me, his eyes gentle as he helped me into the vehicle. I watched as the coastline whizzed past us, finally stopping once we reached a busy building. This must have been the place for couples to eat while at the resort. The driver quickly helped me out of the car, directing me on where to meet Caius. I gave him a smile and thanked him before walking towards the entrance. Those around me were dressed similar.

I ventured further into the bar area, taking a seat at the end of row. I watched as those around me talked, some choosing to dance to the music being produced by the pianist in the corner.

“Ma’am-“The bartender caught my attention, a drink in his hand. “The gentleman at the other end wanted you to have this.” He sat the half-filled glass in front of me – Red Wine. I looked to where he pointed, my heart starting to race once I saw who it was.

He was dressed in a grey, button up shirt and stripped dress pants – a fedora placed on his balding head. His eyes connected with mine, his lips turning into a disgusting smirk. I instantly pushed the drink away, stepping away from the bar. I didn’t want to be anywhere Victor was – including this fucking restaurant.

I found the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind me. Where the hell was Caius. He fucking told me that he would meet me here. And why the hell was Victor here? I paced around the small room, finally leaning against the sink. I took a couple deep breaths, glaring at myself in the mirror. Was this a fucking set-up? Was Victor here to kill me – get me out of the picture and make my death look like an “accident.”

I snapped out of my thoughts one a knock sounded on the door. I stood straighter, fixing my hair, giving myself one last look. I had decided that if Caius didn’t show up in the next three minutes, I was leaving and going back to the resort to pack my things. I had already looked up flights this morning while I was debating coming here, saving a ticket in my cart just in case. I could be back in the states by midnight and on my way to wherever.

The knocking accrued once more, my anger starting to rise as I ripped open the door. The girl on the other side pushed past me, her eyes filled with disgust and hate.

“You got some temper on you, little girl.” Victor’s accent piercing through me. “My beautiful wife has an even worse one.”

I looked up at the man, realizing that the girl who pushed past me was the one he was talking about. “Where’s that handsome husband of yours? Find him another girl to sneak away with?”

I stayed silent, not wanting to interact with his kind. He let out a laugh, shaking his head as he popped a cigarette between his lips. The scent flowed through the air as flashbacks of the night before re-emerged. “That boy is too handsome for his own good. Plus-“ He slowly started walking towards me. “You’re a beautiful girl yourself – I can see why Caius enjoys you so much.” I was cornered between his body and the wall. “Maybe little Caius would be interested in sha-“

“Vanessa!” Caius’s loud voice boomed, causing those around to look.

I pushed past Victor, feeling his hand reach out for my arm as I ran towards Caius. “About time you got here, Caius.” Victor smiled. Out of relief, I wrapped my arms around Caius’s body, feeling a sense of calm as his arms were tightly around my body. “Your lovely bride and I were just talking.”

“Is that right?” Caius was pissed. His body was rigid, his heart beating fast. “Maybe you should stick to talking with your own wife, Victor.” I turned to look at the man, my side flush against Caius’s.

I watched as his wife walked out of the restroom, his hand reaching out to grab her. In typical woman fashion, I checked her out from head to toe. She was young – younger than Victor that was certain. Her dress was black, a noticeable slit at the top of her thigh. The neckline plunged as her implants showed for the world to see. More than likely bought by the bastard she was married to. Her hair was honey blonde, curled to perfection as her dark makeup made her eyes pop. She was a beautiful girl but filled with attitude and greed.

“Miranda-“Victor spoke, keeping his eyes trained on Caius. “This is Caius and his new bride, Vanessa.” His tone biting. “Caius and Vanessa Volturi.”

She just stood there, not introducing herself and anything. I sure as hell wasn’t going to greet here, not after the way she pushed me out of the way for the bathroom. Also, I didn’t like her fucking husband and from the way things were going, I wasn’t going to fucking like her either. I had no reason to waste my breath and words on someone that didn’t deserve them.

“Why don’t the two of you join us for dinner? You know Daniel and Michael would love to see you again, Caius.”

“My wife and I will be having dinner alone.” Caius voiced. “Give my best to Daniel and Michael.” Caius’s released his hold on my body, grabbing my hand. He led us past the two, walking deep in the restaurant and to our awaiting table. He gave the waiter a kind smile as he ordered us both water – asking to see the alcohol menu as well. The table was silent once the man left – his temper still hot.

“Did you know he was going to be here?”

He looked up at me, his eyes narrowing at my question. “You serious?”

“I wouldn’t be asking you if I wasn’t.”

He leaned back in his chair – his eyes becoming darker. “You think I would take you to a place when I knew that bastard would be here? You honestly think I’m that much of an asshole?”

I chose to play with the salt and pepper shakers, dodging his question and piercing gaze. “Gee, thanks.” He sighed.

The waiter soon returned with our drinks, handing Caius the wine menu. I stayed silent, trying to decipher the menu as I listen to him order a bottle of wine and a glass of Johnny Walker Red. I listened as Caius ordered his food – giving the waiter my order soon after. Once he was gone, Caius and I kept our conversation to a minimum. The quiet between us becoming a bit much after a while.

“Who are those other two guys he mentioned?”

His eyes stayed on the wine glass, “Daniel and Michael?”

I nodded my head.

“Their father is an associate of my uncles. We basically all grew up together but haven’t spoken really in a few years.”

“Why?” I indulged.

His eyes connected with mine, a deep hatred flooding his irises. “They betrayed me.”

I was taken back by his change of tone – worried that if I pushed even more, he would come undone. “What did they do?”

He played with the silverware, tracing the edging on the knife. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“If they betrayed you, why did Victor act like you guys were fr-“

“Because Victor is a trouble making asshole who’s only looking out for himself and screwing everyone else over.” He cut me off. “He’s Aro’s right hand man – apparently it’s tough finding good help nowadays.”

“Mr. Volturi-“The waiter appeared, dropping a note on the table, along with a glass of red wine. “Mr. DeMarco wanted me to give you and your wife this – He’s requesting your presence.” I watched as Caius stared at the waiter before turning his eyes towards the note. His eyes scanned over the paper, his head dropping back slightly.

“Thanks.” He muttered.

The waiter nodded his head slightly, walking back towards the kitchen.

“What does it say?” My eyes scanned his frame – tension and anger consuming his body once again.

He muttered something under his breath before gulping down the Johnnie Walker, reaching for my hand, pulling me into his warm body. He kept me close as we walked through the restaurant, the sound of laughter and loud talk getting closer.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in!” A tall man smiled as Caius and I entered the curtained area. “Victor told us you were visiting this lovely island, but he didn’t say anything about the beauty you brought with you.”

The man was tall- a little taller than Caius. His features were dark – dark hair, tanned skin, perfectly white teeth. His tailored suit fit him perfectly, tight enough to draw your eyes over the fabric. My eyes drifted to the rest of the guest. A blonde girl sat to his right, her dress tight and sleek over her small frame. A man to his left looked at Caius like a junkyard dog looks at a fucking bone. Wanting to tear him apart and leave him for dead. He looked similar to the man standing up, only difference was his hair was lighter and longer.

“Well you know how finicky Victor’s brain is-“Caius spoke. “I’m surprised he still knows how to hold his dick when he pisses.”

The man let out a loud laugh, “That’s a good one, Volturi.” I glanced up at Caius, feeling his fingers digging into my side. “Well-“The guy looked at me. His eyes scanning my body. “You gonna tell us who she is?”

“That’s his wife, Vanessa.” Victor spoke. “Gorgeous, isn’t she.”

I shifted uncomfortably further into Caius as his eyes slowly moved up my body. “She sure is.” His voice low.

“Why don’t you have the bride and groom join us, Daniel.” Victor smiled. “Give them a little celebratory dinner.”

Daniel smiled as he looked between Victor and Caius, “I think that’s a fantastic idea!” He clapped. “Michael-“He looked at his brother. “Go tell that pinhead waiter of our to get us two more chairs-“He paused, turning his attention back to us. “We’re having special guest for dinner…”

I sat as close to Caius as possible as the guest around us sat relaxed and happy. I watched as they spoke animatedly, drinking and abusing the staff with shitty and ridiculous demands. Caius was slouched in his seat, smoking his fifth cigarette in the matter of 30 minutes, his left arm resting protectively on the back of my chair. He stayed silent – his facial expression never changed from the time we arrived at the table to now. He rolled his eyes in frustration at their stupid request, muttering curse words under his breath.

“Vanessa, is it?” A female’s voice caught my attention. The blonde that was seated next to Michael staring at me, a wicked smile on her face. “How did you and Caius meet?” “Their marriage was fucking arranged.” Victor spat. “He barely fucking knows her.” The table turned silent as those around us took in Victor’s information.

“They still do that shit?” Daniel looked at us confused. Caius stayed silent, blowing his smoke off to the side.

“Apparently.” Victor shrugged. “Aro and Marcus’s idea.”

“That’s bullshit.” Caius spoke, all eyes retreating on him. “It was my choice – not the choice of my uncles.”

The girl leaned forward in her chair, his breast on full display. “And what makes her so special?”

“For starters she’s not a slut.” Her face slowly fell at his answer. “She’s smart, kind, beautiful-“His eyes connected with mine. “She’s an old soul – a perfect soul.”

The table went silent, each looking at one another, unsure at his answer. My eyes stayed trained on Caius, my heart beating out of my chest at his answer. It felt true, sincere. “You mean that?” I whispered.

A small smile formed on his pale face, “I do.”

“Gentleman!” Daniel’s voice boomed. “Why don’t we let the ladies chat and get to know each other while we have a couple rounds at the bar.” His eyes landing on Caius and I. “Come on Caius- “ He smiled. “You don’t want people thinking you’re a fruit, do ya?”

Caius rolled his eyes, turning to me, gently kissing me. His lips lingered, my need for him increasing every second. He slowly pulled away, caressing my cheek before stalking off with Daniel. I could hear the other girls speaking with one another – laughing and dancing to the music that was playing.

“Vanessa!” The blonde from before yelled. “Get your ass over here and join us.” She was drunk. I reluctantly removed myself from the chair, tiptoeing my way over to where they were gathered. A glass of wine was shoved into my hand by Miranda, Victor’s wife, a mischievous smirk spread across her face. “Let me guess-“She spoke. “You don’t drink?”

“Not when I don’t know who poured it.” My eyes boring into her.

“You must have some kind of golden pussy for Caius to choose you.” She replied. “You’re not the typical type he goes for, especially for him to marry.”

I could feel my blood starting to boil. “Excuse me?”

A couple of the other girls surrounded her, “You heard me.” She smiled. “What’s your secret, Vanessa? You put out within the first hour? Give him the best blow job he’s ever had. There has to be a better fucking reason why he chose you.”

“You jealous or something? Maybe you’re jealous that he chose me and your stuck with that fat, old piece of shit you call a husband.” The words spilling out of my mouth like lava. “He fucking told you why I was the one he picked. Sorry if you don’t believe it or you’re just pissed you’re one of the whores he was talking about.”

The glass that she was holding shattered against the floor. “You think you’re so damn perfect, don’t you bitch?” She stepped towards me, now practically face to face. “Caius Volturi may make himself out to be the alpha but he’s nothing compared to Daniel and Michael. Just a small little runt in a litter full of pit bulls. Pit bulls that are waiting to tear him apart any second.”

“Maybe you should back off Miranda.” One of the girls spoke.

“Yeah, Miranda-“ I sneered. “Maybe you should back off.”

Before she could respond, the guys reappeared – Caius and Daniel nowhere to be found. “What’s going on?” Victor asked, looking between his wife and I. I watched as Miranda slipped her arm around the man, her left hand running up his chest.

“Nothing baby - Just a little girl talk is all.” She sweetly smiled.

“That right, Vanessa?” Victor’s eyes searching my own.

I decided against answering him, choosing to roll my eyes, walking away from the dreadful couple. I was never one to back down from a fight. Hell, if the guys wouldn’t have shown up, Miranda and I would have probably been on the floor, rolling around on the broken glass.

I grabbed my bag off the table, making my way to exit. I wasn’t going to wait for Caius to find me. Who the hell knows where he even was at this point? I just wanted to get away from Miranda and her minions, especially her fucking husband. I flagged down one of the resort vehicles, telling the man where to drop me off. Rain started to fall on the roof, the windshield wipers having a hard time keeping up with the weather...

The trip took about 10 minutes, dropping me off at the front entrance. I thanked the man with a smile, my dress dragging the wet ground. I made my way to the room, throwing my bag down on the table as soon as the door closed. I took a seat on the couch, my head leaning against the back, a sigh escaping through my lips. Everything was a fucking shit show. I sat there for a few extra minute before slowly walking towards the bathroom. I stripped out of the dress, leaving the pink fabric pooled on the tile floor. The warm water washed away the stress of the night- scolding and leaving red marks on my body.

The sound of the resort door closing rang throughout the room, my heart dropping for a moment as I stood completely motionless in the glass box.

“Vanessa?” I let out a sigh of relief hearing Caius’s voice. “Ness?”

I stayed silent, standing against the tile, shampoo resting in my hair. I watched through clouded glass as his figure appeared, taking a step back once he saw me. “Oh, I’m sorry.” He muttered, his hand running through his loose hair.

“How’d you get in here?” I played with the shampoo bottle. “It’s not like you have a key.” My voice soft.

“I told the guy downstairs that I lost my key, and I couldn’t get my wife on the phone to answer the door.” His voice dropping. “I mean it’s partially true, you don’t answer your fucking phone.” The room was quiet, aside from the running water. I glanced up, watching as he started removing his coat and shirt.

“What’re you doing?” My voice a bit panicked.

The sound of his belt hitting the floor caused my heart to race, his bare back on display as he pulled down the black briefs he wore beneath. My back hit the wall as the cold air rushed in, his eyes connecting with mine as he the door closed behind him. Goosebumps covered my arms as he stood in front of me, water droplets running down his tattooed chest. “I’m taking a shower with my wife.” Our bodies practically touching as his arms trapped me against the glass. My eyes focused on his lips, hungry to feel them on my own, my whole body.

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