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All Mine (2)
oblivious loser bsf! ellie williams x posesive popular bsf!fem reader
n/a: I've spent my whole day squishing my head to finishing it today, and here it is! Also I won't be uploading the pt.2 of Academic Rivals, because I prefer to leave it as a One-Shot but I have in mind another, much better, plot with the trope Enemies to Lovers with Ellie. Read the final note!!
Pt. 1 Here Pt.3 Here
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Ellie knocked on your door for the third time that morning. The first one was before her morning run, the second one was after that and the third was once she was done in the bathroom.
When she heard no answer, she went in and opened the curtains right away. “Get up, it’s the same every morning.”
You covered your face with the blankets to avoid the sun, saying, “Give me five more minutes,” but Ellie wouldn’t have it.
She got on the bed and shook you. “You have practice in an hour; I’m not letting you leave without breakfast, and then you’ll complain I didn’t wake you up,” she said. “Come on, get up.”
Sitting upright in bed, you let out a sigh, looked at the clock on the nightstand, and let out a moan. “Els, just give me five minutes.”
She shrugged and said, “Your call,” but before she could move, you grabbed her arm and drew her nearer to you.
“Lay down with me for those five minutes,” you requested, hugging her until you managed to lay her down beside you, even though she was fighting to break free. You didn’t want to let her go.
“Fine! Just five minutes, I’ll set the alarm, I have places to be,” she said, taking her phone out of her sweatpants pocket.
When she was done, you muttered, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, shut up,” and placed her phone on your bedside table. With a smile on your face, you raised the covers to allow Ellie to slide into them, encircling her waist with your arms and placing your head on her chest.
She was trying not to touch you with her free hand and you could hear how quickly her heart was beating, as if it was your first time sharing a bed. “You can give me a hug too,” you muttered.
With a clear throat, she said, “If that’s what you want.”
You appreciated that she was a little flustered, even if you couldn’t see her face. It was something you truly enjoyed doing to her.
She relaxed and soon fell asleep. Your plan was to sleep too, but you were thinking about where she had to go when her classes didn’t start until 2 p.m. You turned around slowly and grabbed her phone, unlocking it.
¡Ding!
The notification startled you for a moment, almost making you scream. You quickly checked if Ellie woke up because of the sound, but she was asleep.
“You have to be kidding me,” you whispered, reading the notification from the panel.
Dina (Campus) : I’ll see you in an hour then! I truly want to try those croissants you’ve been talking about, and I also wan…
Rolling your eyes was the least you could do. You shook your head, going to the alarm and deactivating it. Dina was a big girl; she could eat those croissants alone. You hoped she choked on them.
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The sound of the TV, the microwave, and your humming was enough to wake her up. She yawned and stretched out, all calm until she saw how late it was.
“Fuck!” Ellie said getting up from the bed and grabbing her phone “No,no,no…”
You were scrolling on your phone, having breakfast, hearing how she was going side to side. From the bathroom to her bedroom and vice versa until she came to the kitchen.
“Why didn’t you woke me up? I told you I had places to be!” she walked past you to the entrance to put her white sneakers on.
“Good Morning to you too” you said sarcastically “I thought it was your classes where you had to go, it’s 1 p.m, you still have time”
Ellie shook her head “No, it was something else! What are you doing here, tho? Shouldn’t you be at practice?”
“I woke up like 30 minutes before you, so” you shrugged “You’re not going to drive me to campus today?”
“Uh…” She was roaming through her backpack making sure she had everything “I can’t today, sorry but here, call an Uber”
She left some money on the table beside your plate before stealing on of your toasts “Bye, see you later!”
“She is joking, right?” you thought picking up the money. “Seriously, Ellie?!”
You yelled from the balcony, seeing Ellie running to her car
“Sorry, no time!” She yelled back getting into her car with her mouth full of the toast.
The thing is, Ellie was in a hurry. She had arranged to meet up with Dina for breakfast before class at a café she had suggested herself, and on top of that, she had overslept.
She started the car and began to drive. When she reached a red traffic light, she took the opportunity to call Dina, who answered almost immediately as if she had been waiting for her. She sounded a bit annoyed; after all, she had been waiting for her for a long time. But she understood that Ellie had overslept. She suggested they meet at the entrance of the building where they had their only class together.
Obviously, Ellie agreed, but she couldn’t go empty-handed. So, as soon as she arrived on campus, she went to the cafeteria, ordered two coffees, and some cookies that Dina had mentioned she liked yesterday.
“Ellie, you didn’t need to buy breakfast,” the dark-haired girl said, trying to hide her big smile. She grabbed the bag and chuckled softly, looking at the cookies. “Wow, you sure know how to apologize.”
“Sorry, again, for standing you up. It wasn’t my intention.”
“It’s okay. Next time, I’ll come pick you up at your place.”
Next time? That meant Dina wanted to keep meeting up. Ellie nodded energetically. By the time class started, they had finished breakfast, talked about different things, sat together, and also had small conversations during class.
“That’s all for today. Remember, we start presentations in two weeks. Goodbye,” the professor said, collecting his briefcase and leaving the classroom.
“Well, on Tuesday, I’ll pick you up, and we’ll go to a café to finish it?”
“Yeah, sounds good,” Ellie said, gathering her things. “See you tonight at the party?”
“Yes, but aren’t you going to the parking lot?” Dina asked, watching as Ellie walked in the opposite direction.
“No, I have one more class, and then I’m meeting a friend.”
Dina nodded, waving goodbye. Ellie didn’t have another class, but she usually waited for her outside hers to go eat together. She had no idea why she had said that.
Your building wasn’t far from hers, so in less than 20 minutes, she arrived. She went up to the second floor and could see people coming out of your class, and finally you, but behind you was Abby Anderson. Ellie saw how she grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the others. It seemed like you were arguing about something until you pushed her aside and quickly walked to the stairs.
“Ellie? I didn’t think you were going to come pick me up today. Never mind, let’s go!” you said, intertwining your arms, almost dragging her to get out of there quickly. “I think they’re serving carbonara pasta in the dining hall today. You love pasta, right? How great that it’s on the menu today.”
Ellie nodded, frowning as she glanced at Abby once more before leaving. She would ask you about it later…
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“I don’t like it, I’ll just wear something else,” Ellie said, entering your room for the third time with a different outfit than before. You rolled your eyes at her. “Ellie, I’m going to hit you if you don’t decide,” you said, watching her with frustration as she seemed unable to choose her clothes for the party. “Who do you want to look so good for?”
“No one. Could you help me instead of judging?” she replied, tossing the shirt she was taking off towards you. You dodged it, laughing, before throwing it back at her.
“Cargo pants and a black top, good combo, simple and it looks great on you,” you suggested. A few minutes later, she came back into your room wearing the suggested outfit. “See? I never fail,” you said with a grin.
“Fine,” she said, sitting on your bed as she watched you apply makeup. You were wearing a brown top tied at the top with a bow and a denim mini skirt. Ellie couldn’t help but admire your body, especially your legs, and you could see her doing so in the mirror. With a smile, you turned to her, and her gaze shot up to your face.
“Let me do your makeup,” you said.
“Why?” she narrowed her eyes and shook her head as she watched you approach with a playful smile. “Okay, but only the eyeliner.”
“Kay. Close your eyes,” you requested, opening the black eyeliner as you positioned yourself between her legs. “I’m going to sit on you.”
“Is that necessary?” Ellie asked, opening her eyes slightly, to which you nodded.
“I’m not comfortable, and if I’m not comfortable, it won’t turn out well,” you said, sitting on her and starting to apply the makeup. The only sounds in the room were your breaths and the low music from the speaker. “So… where did you have to go early this morning?”
“I had something important,” Ellie said, almost stuttering. She didn’t expect you to ask anything, but why wasn’t she telling you the truth? Why did she feel weird mentioning that she had plans with Dina?
“Ah, really?” you responded vaguely, clicking your tongue.
“Yeah… And what were you talking about with Abby?”
“Something important,” you shrugged. “There, it’s done, open your eyes.”
Ellie opened them, blinking a bit, smiling sideways. “Does it look good on me?”
You nodded, still on top of her. You grabbed her cheeks and squeezed gently, making her lips press together, and asked, making eye contact with her, “Is it for Dina that you’re getting all dressed up?”
“Maybe”
“Are you planning to kiss her tonight?”
“Maybe?” Ellie was confused about where these questions were coming from and at the same time thinking about how well you knew her. Perhaps she shouldn’t have ‘hidden’ her meeting with Dina from you in the morning…
“When was your last kiss? Like four years ago, right? Wow, you’re rusty,” you teased.
“Well, let’s not exaggerate,” she replied, her cheeks turning pink, not only from your grip that was tightening more and more but also from the image that crossed her mind of kissing Dina.
“Do you want to practice?”
“I mean… I don’t want her to think that I don’t know how to kiss. I know how to; I’ve kissed a lot of girls.”
“You only kissed two girls: me, for your first kiss and your ex-girlfriend, Cat. The little kisses at some parties while playing ‘spin the bottle’ don’t count.”
“Well, they should because I kissed plenty of girls,” Ellie mumbled.
“Decide before I change my mind or suit yourself,” you said, finally releasing her.
Ellie bit her cheek from the inside before nodding. “Okay, let’s practice.”
You did not wait to join your lips to hers, starting a slow kiss with a slow peace. Your arms were resting on her shoulders, bringing her closer to you, and your hands were starting to play with her hair. You wanted to explore Ellie’s mouth; you needed to feel her.
The kiss became deeper, and you buried yourselves more into each other’s mouths eagerly, feeling your lips closer as if there was a need that must be fulfilled. Soon Ellie’s tongue found yours, and they intertwined, making you moan in the midst of the kiss.
That made Ellie press her hands that were on your thighs; she had liked that sound a bit too much. Slowly she began to slide her hands upward until she touched the hem of your skirt, which was hiked up due to the position you were in.
Your breaths became more ragged as the rythm of the kiss quickened, and you wanted to continue, but no. If you didn’t stop, Ellie wouldn’t learn, she wouldn’t learn that only you could kiss her like that, you had to keep her yearning for more of you.
So you had to cut it off and watch as Ellie tried to reconnect your lips; it was so satisfying, you had to stop her gently, “Wow, Els, calm down, this is practice,” you said in a joking tone, getting off her, patting her knee to get her attention. She was still lying on the bed with an embarrassed expression on her face. “There’s a party we have to attend, come on.”
You grabbed your minibag and left your room to the front door, and Ellie did nothing but get up and follow you, not without first processing what had just happened a few seconds ago.
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Ellie opened the passenger door once you arrived so that you could get out of the car.
She had to park a bit far from the house, but from there, you could hear the music and there were already drunk people in the street as you walked towards the entrance. You walked with your arms intertwined as you told Ellie the most recent gossip you had heard in the locker room or that you had been told, and Ellie listened, reacting when she could put faces to the names.
“He said that it was Sarah’s underwear, and Sarah denied it, saying that she was not ghetto and that she would never wear that. Imagine who snapped? April!”
“The church girl with brown hair?”
“Yeah, that one! It was so messy because the previous day she was preaching about how she was going to see the pearly gates since she was one of the last ‘pure’ girls on the team.”
“No way!”
“Yes, way! She’s so dumb, I hate her and more with the fa-”
“Hi, Ellie.”
Oh, you were going to kill this bitch. Dina was sitting on the porch of the house with a glass in her hand; she had probably been there for a short time. She looked at Ellie with a wide smile that decreased when she looked at you.
“I’ll see you inside,” you said, letting go of Ellie and passing by Dina without saying anything. Once inside, you joined your group of friends who were already quite drunk; they all greeted you, some with mini hugs or two kisses before giving you a glass full of rum and cola, more rum than cola. “You all know me better than I know myself.”
“Of course we do, silly, we love you.” You let yourself fall into the couch, tasting the drink, when your eyes diverted to see Ellie and Dina finally entering the party, giggling and whispering in each other’s ears because of how loud the music was.
“I love you too, April!” You smiled in her direction, drank all the liquid in your cup in one go, and handed it to her. “Be a doll and refill this.”
April looked at the rest of the girls and then at you, grabbing it. “Slow down, we don’t want you to repeat the Anderson accident again.”
The ginger girl beside April pushed her slightly, looking at you with her eyes wide open and laughing awkwardly. “She doesn’t mean that.”
Your eye twitched looking at April go refill your drink; you were going to brush it off for now because you had better enemies to fight than her. You had a whole plan on how to snatch Ellie away from Dina, but it hadn’t been formulated clearly, and you didn’t like to act on impulse. Anyway, you were at a party, and you were going to enjoy it.
By the time it was 3 a.m., you were already dancing on the table and shouting the lyrics of the songs you knew, swaying your hips against whoever. You stepped aside for a moment, saying that you were going for another drink, jumping off the table almost falling to the floor, but you could only laugh; everything was funny to you at that moment, and you wasn’t even that drunk! You had high tolerance, only your tongue was kind of asleep and you were stumbling from time to time but you loved to play silly and pretend to be more gone then you really were.
You reached the kitchen, looking for a new glass in the cabinets because you had no idea where you had thrown yours, when you found one, you began to decide what liquor to drink with eeny, meeny, miny, moe, before someone took away the glass and took you somewhere no matter how much you protested. The other person had a strong grip, and no matter how vaguely you were saying to let you go, they didn’t.
“I can’t believe you have me added as Dina (Campus), how lame, I’m going to change it,” Dina said, changing her contact name, but Ellie, who had seen the situation, was not paying attention.
“As you wish,” Ellie murmured, watching you disappear to the second floor; that didn’t sit well with her.
“Done!” Dina smiled, returning the phone to its owner, but Ellie’s gaze seemed worried. “What’s wrong?”
“Wait for me here, yeah? I’ll be back,” Ellie said, grabbing her phone and following where she last saw you.
She went upstairs dodging some drunk people and the long wait line to enter the bathroom, trying to see if you were in any of them, walking in the hallway close to the door to see if she could hear your voice in any of them until one door abruptly opened and you came out of it with teary eyes but laughing. (What happened in the room?)
“Are you okay?” She asked. Hearing her voice surprised you.
“How long have you been there?” Depending on her answer, you had two reactions.
“I just got here, I was searching for you.”
There it was! The cherry on top of your plan. You hugged Ellie and started slowly sobbing, whispering in her ear, “I want to go home now, please…”
“Hey, what happened? what’s wrong?” Ellie asked, breaking the hug to look at you and wipe your tears with her thumbs. “Let’s go.”
She held your hand and walked to the stairs, turning her head for a moment to look at you once more, and her eyes saw the other person who was in the room with you. Abby Anderson.
Had she made you cry? She was lucky that Ellie was more concerned about getting you out of the party than beating her up.
“Wait, Ellie, my bag is in the living room with the team,” you said before she went outside.
“Oh, okay, wait here, I’ll get it for you then.” You nodded and waited until you couldn’t see her to fucking smile because of your victory.
“Hey,” a touch on your shoulder made you come out of your little mental dance, “Have you seen Ellie? She went somewhere around 15 minutes ago, and I can’t find her.”
Of course it was Dina…
“She doesn’t feel well, must be something she ate before.”
“You sure? Should I take her to the hospital?”
“No worries, we are going now, but here, money for an Uber,” you said, taking some money out of your pocket.
The same money Ellie gave you this morning. You were giving it to her, and for you, it felt so good as you patted her shoulder and sighed with a little smirk.
Dina thought you were calling her poor and mumbled a “fuck you” before dropping the money on the floor and leaving you there just in time for Ellie to come back with your bag.
“Sorry, there were a lot of people in the way,” she handed the bag to you, “Whose money is that?”
“Yours,” you grabbed the bag and started walking out. Ellie frowned, confused, but still picked up the money; it was free money, and everybody was too drunk to miss some dollars. She felt as if she was forgetting to do something before leaving. “Els!”
“Coming!” Whatever, maybe tomorrow she’ll remember; now she had to assist her best friend and be there for her as she always did… like a loyal puppy, a cute and precious one of your property.
Note: I will upload Pt.3 once this chapter and the first one reach 250 so I have time to write and to know that you all like it and want more ty♡♡
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"You have a nice voice." You tell him, voice filled with...affection? Is that what it felt like? You weren't too focused on anything aside from the blonde sitting beside you, and the fact that you wanted to keep him with you.
Aether's ears flushed red. "Ah...thank you."
You weren't sure when this blonde traveller had appeared, you weren't sure when you started feeling, and you were really unsure when your feelings towards him had changed. You just know they had.
"Aether, I enjoy our time together." You tell him, reaching out to hold his hand. "Maybe I should tell you something αвσυт муѕєlf." Your voice scratched out as something suddenly appeared on the table.
A pixie-creature with white hair had popped up on the table, eyes blown wide as she saw Aether.
"Aether! It's Paimon! Paimon is not sure whether you remember or not, but-"
"How did you get in here?" You ask her, cutting the pixie off. Aether seemed a little spaced out, as if remembering something. "Paimon... I remember that name." He muttered to himself.
"Paimon doesn't have much time, but there's a way for you to get out!" The pixie says, causing you to panic.
"Silence! Remove admin!" You demand quickly, your stomach dropping as an error sign popped up.
Aether looks at Paimon. "How do I get out?" He asks, which causes more foreign emotions to swirl around in your head. Did he not want to stay with you?
"It's called 'menu'." Paimon states as you try to mute her. "You need to find a bug in the game that looks like Paimon and then the game will pause!"
You turn your head away, covering your ears and repeating random phrases as Paimon continues. "But you need to hurry or else _̴͚̲͉̣͒̏̉͂̐̅͘ͅ_̵̡̡͍̳͉͖͓̯̲͍̻̈́́̍̾̈̽́_̶̧̧̢̙̪̞̯̤͈̥̹͓̳̩͆̓̅́̈̎͊̋̈́̈́͂̂͆̇̕_̵͕̰̈̊̈́̈́̾̊̑ will be notif-" the pixie suddenly disappears without finishing her sentence.
You risk a glance at Aether, taking in his slightly disturbed expression. "Ha, what a Š̸̟i̴̺̇ḻ̸̚l̷̈ͅy̵͕̎ joke, right?" You ask him.
Aether looks at you, then at the landscape, before standing up. "I know what I have to do." Is all he says, before standing up and walking away.
You grab his arm in an attempt to make him stay. "Aether, no! That person was lying to you." You tell him. He glances back at you with a look of...pity? Regret? You weren't sure.
"I'm sorry, but I have to find this 'menu'." He says, tearing his arm out of your grip.
"Aether! No, stop, stop that." You demand. You were the second-in-command of this server. If _̴͚̲͉̣͒̏̉͂̐̅͘ͅ_̵̡̡͍̳͉͖͓̯̲͍̻̈́́̍̾̈̽́_̶̧̧̢̙̪̞̯̤͈̥̹͓̳̩͆̓̅́̈̎͊̋̈́̈́͂̂͆̇̕_̵͕̰̈̊̈́̈́̾̊̑ found out you'd let him leave, you would be deactivated, and worst of all, you'd lose Aether.
Somehow, Aether had immediately found the bug, and was about to pick it up.
"Aether, if you don't stop RIGHT NOW, I will reset you!" You state, knowing full well that the control panel is malfunctioning, before adding with a slightly less confident voice, "and you won't remember anything about your time here."
Aether looked at you, and you finally got to see his expression. It's one of regret, yet finality. He wants to leave, but doesn't want to leave you here.
Then why won't he stay?
"Aether, I- you're all I have, please." You plead in a desperate voice. "Reset! Reset!" You yell, panicking when multiple error messages pop up.
"The real world is not what you think! Aether! Aethę̷̤̄̌͘͜ŗ̴̩̻̦̓́-"
But it's too late, he's already gone.
You fall to your knees, staring at the spot where he last stood.
He did it...
He lef̵̦̚t̸͍̥̿͜ ̵͖̟̌̍̒m̸̧͍̈́̇̕e̴̹̻͒͒.
You didn't take notice of how your world started crumbling around you.
You didn't notice when your house was swallowed up by the earth.
You didn't care when the world reset reached you.
All you cared about, was that Aether was gone.
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producer!shuri x singer!reader hcs
📝: i’ve been thinking about producer!shuri a lil too muchhh.
the whole producer!shuri idea is from @/venusdraco (who’s unfortunately deactivated but ima still give credit!!)
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meeting:
✰. -you were sitting on the phone with one of your friends, tems, specifically, ranting on about how you need to find a good beat before the deadline for your new single. you've tried going to london, metro boomin, drumma boy, he'll you even tried to make one yourself, but you couldn't find the right sound you were looking for.
“you know, i've got this friend who's done some of the beats on my songs, she's really good. she’s known for her afro beats but i’m sure she could help you out. i could give you her contact if you want."
you rubbed your temples, 'i’m up for anything at this point.”
✰. you had texted her later on
“hey i'm tems' friend, y/n, idk if she told u about me, but i rily need help and she told me to come to u"
“yeah she told me.i can hook you up, when are you free?”
✰. you both scheduled a date that would work for the two of you and you crossed your fingers and your toes that this would be it, that she was the one who could help you.
✰. you woke up bright and early the day of and got ready, not wanting to keep shuri waiting. when you walked in the studio she was sitting in one of the chairs by the sound booth, man spread, hair freshly curled with a pair of shades perched on top of them, wearing a black nike tech, gold chains adorning her neck. she looked good, really good.
✰. her head perked up and she turned to you, “hey, you ready to get started?”
✰.it had been a good 10-15 minutes and you think you both were getting somewhere. but you could hardly focus. shuri’s cologne was getting all up in your nose, she smelled intoxicating.
✰. and the way her tattooed fingers turned the knobs on the booth to how she nodded her head softly to the beat. and her jawline?? don’t even get me started—
“here, listen to this” you hadn’t even realized you just spaced out on her. you watched her put her headphones over your ears.
you stared into space as the low beat played. it was melodic, soft.
once it ended you took the headphones off and set them in your lap. “well?”
you smiled, “i love it.”
✰. your single ended up being nominated and won an billboard music award. you couldn’t have been happier. (song is at the top)
✰.once the event was over and you collected your flowers you took your ride back to your luxury apartment.
just as you were placing your award on a shelf, (you still needed somewhere to put it) you got a notification. you pulled your phone out, a text from shuri.
‘congratulations, beautiful, you earned it.🎉’
you smiled, hard. you feel like you wouldn’t have gotten this award if it weren’t for shuri. you needed to repay her somehow.
and beautiful???
‘thank u so so much, shuri. i couldn’t have done this without you. how can i ever repay u’
‘let me take you out to dinner’
dating:
✰. even though you have more than enough money to take care of yourself, shuri still spends on you.
you could be on the phone telling her the new fendi bag you’re gonna buy and then the next morning you see a cash-app of 3500 with the caption ‘just because❤️’ but you knew why.
✰.she’s always going to give you princess treatment.
anywhere you wanna go, she takes you. anything you want, she gets you. money is no problem for her. (shawty bae already a queen, producing just adding to that)
✰. when she has to fly out for sessions/bookings, she always takes you with her.it helps make the trip bearable even if she’s cool with the client.
✰. she always sends you big bouquets of roses once out the week (she would send you more but the last time she did, you told her you didn’t have anywhere to put the others)
✰. you both are regularly in the studio, so you don’t really have a whole lot of time with each other. but when she finally gets to see you, she can never let you go.
following up on that, shuri’s very clingy and overprotective of you, not that you don’t mind, mainly cause your the same way. when you’re both at events, she doesn’t do a lot of mingling, even when the other artists try to talk to her, she’ll talk to them, still being right next to you.
✰. a few days after you two started dating, you were both chilling up in a club and you both got a little caught up in each other and the alcohol. the next morning you had woke up to a bunch of notifications on instagram and tiktok. everyone knew about your relationship. and for once, theshaderoom wasn't wrong about something.
you scrolled thru all the comments, some good, some bad.
"well, at least all those other bitches know who i belong to" she says as she lazily wraps her arms around your waist.
✰. likes to put your voicemail’s or just your voice in general on some of her tracks.
✰. your each other's plus one to every event, whether your nominated or not. you both always try to match for the red carpet, whether that be jewelry or clothes.
✰. shuri had originally been in wakanda playing with beats with her cousin, erik, who had taught her a few tricks. and after the death of her brother and mother she moved down to the states to get away from pressure, but she still devotes most of her life to her technology.
✰. she loves to take pictures of her baby, most of her camera roll is of either you or pics or you and her, either way you’re in them.
in fact her lock screen is literally a picture of you asleep on her chest, bonnet half on and drool seeping from your lips.
“shuri change that right now!”
“but you look so cute!”
✰. she goes to all of your concerts. and when your up on stage, you make sure to point her out. and when you both do a collab you bring her on stage and the fans eat it up every time.
✰. her nicknames for you are most definitely baby, my love, mama, princess etc.
✰. your contact in her phone is ‘umfazi’ (wife) because she knows you’re the one she’s going to marry.
✰. most of your songs are about times you’ve spent with her.
✰. shuri told you about her first time hearing your voice. she was hanging out with her friends for the night and they had bought tickets to your show, shuri wasn’t aware of who you were at the time, mainly because you were still coming up.
when she had saw you up on stage, it was like the world had stopped moving. your voice was so angelic, she felt like she was in a trance. and god you were gorgeous. you still are.
“i knew then that you were destined for greatness.”
“how come you never came up to me?”
“time wasn’t right, but i ended up bagging you in the end”
“oh shut up”
✰. it’s a known fact, shuri smokes weed. when she got together she wanted to make sure you were okay with it or not. when you told her that you partook in it, you were now her designated smoking buddy.
bongs, pens, smokes, edibles. it didn’t matter.
✰. shuri’s told you once before that even though you do it for show, she does get a little jealous when you bring other girls up on stage and get a little too touchy for her liking.
but you always tell her that she’s the only one for you. you’ve even had to explain that to her press.
“so y/n, we’ve seen that during your shows you’ve constantly brought up girls on stage with you. how does your girlfriend, shuri, think about this? have you had any conversations about it?”
“one, my girlfriend has already told me her thoughts on the matter and yes we’ve had conversations about it, two, i bring up my audience to give them a chance to feel like they’re really apart of the show y’know?”
✰. during interviews, shuri can’t help but smile at the mention of you. i mean full on cheesing!
“we’ve noticed you and y/n have been getting pretty serious, taking her out on private flights, fancy dinners, take it things must be goin smoothly, yeah?”
the corner of her mouth turns up in a smirk, “yeah, i always give my princess what she asks for”
✰. she doesn’t like to argue with you because the second she sees a tear role down your cheek, your lip quiver, or hears a tremble in your voice, she’s crumbling, scooping you up in her arms and rocking you back and forth, repeatedly kissing your temple and chanting apologies in your skin.
“i’m sorry baby, i’m sorry. please forgive me”
✰. she teaches you xhosa every time you ask. she giggles at how you pronounce the words, putting clicks at the wrong time.
“shuri stop laughing!”
“haha.. i’m sorry mama, cmon i’ll help you”
✰. will always do your nightly with you. she won’t tell you, but she secretly loves doing face masks.
✰. that girl stays in sweats, don’t matter what type of weather. winter? sweat suit. summer? t-shirt and sweat SHORTS.
“shuri come on wear some jeans with me, we supposed to be matching!”
“we are! your jeans are blue and my sweatpants are blue”
“ouu— you piss me off”
“kodwa uyayithanda” (but you love it)
✰. ever since that first meeting, you barely go to anyone else for your beats, unless necessary, in your opinion shuri knew how to do your genre of music, and pretty well, so there was no point in going to anyone else.
(plus it’s free.99)
✰. your facetime calls range from 5-24 hours. mainly because y’all don’t know how to say bye to each other.
“i love you baby, get some rest”
“i love you more”
“oh did you hear about that guy who was at drake’s concert?”
“no? tell me!”
bonus:
just because you’re constantly going to shuri to help with your music don’t mean y’all don’t have any complications.
“nooo— im talkin’ ‘bout dum dum doo duh”
“that’s what i just did??”
“no you did dun boom dun dun”
“what??”
“SHURI OH MY GOSH”
“STOP SCREAMING AT ME”
#shuri udaku#shuri x reader#shuri x y/n#mcu shuri#shuri x black! fem! reader#bpwf#shuri fic#shuri#jj’s fics
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Space Opera AU dashboard simulator round 3 (but it gets a bit unhinged 😳) (post 1 and post 2)
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so there's this pretty lumian girl in my class. she's usually quiet and unassuming, but everyone knows she has an incredibly handsome lykos guy picking her up after class in his stupid scrappy clothes and blue sunglasses in his roaring glider and they run away to do whatever. void i wish that were me. what would i give to have the freedom to zoom in a sickass glider with a hot boy/girlfriend. i am absolutely sickkkkkkkkk with want. i want her life sooo bad i'm going crazy i'm going to thrwo up
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why is this old post gaining notes. and why did my highschool groupchat explode with 564 notifications overnight
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MY EX CLASSMATE IS IN ET1??? she's a gunner now good for her and HOLY SHIT HER PARTNER LOOKS EVEN HOTTER THAN BEFORE WOOOOOOOO
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wow 👍
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seeing this post is like seeing a soldier in the trenches during the 4th intergalactic war. first bisexual casualty of the combined power of queen of hearts and red king. it was so much that it deactivated op. i hope op is doing good these days
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I mean, I totally get it. I would also be sick with want
#et1 #et1blr #dogwarts racing team #i can hear everyone screaming at me in the notes already #by the way: queen of hearts >>>>>>> red king. sorry ren
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Hello good people of Sunblr! <3 <3 do girls find it attractive if I can count to twenty in different languages >.> RD
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no
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Stranger, this is immensely rude!! Please #GetOff my post. Your opinion is not welcomed. RD
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!!!! IM SORRY FALSIE I DIDNT READ I DIDNT REALISE IT WAS YOU!!! >0< :(((( RD
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lol it's good
i'm throwing you in jail for one thousand years. byeeeeee ren
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🥺🥺🥺??????!?!?!?!! you LEAVE me?? FOREVER!?!??!!? OUTRAGEOUS!!!!!
❤️ falsewell
nah probably not forever. maybe like twelve years. ten if you behave
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:DDD
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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OMGGGGG RK'S ACTUAL SUNBLR?? hiiiiiiiiiii rk you're attractive no matter what you say you're so handsome and gorgeous kyaaaaa~~ please be my boyfriend uwu >.<
#rklove #rkboyfriend #et1 #💞 #🐶
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It's so cute how H and Fruit helped QoH and RK win their first GPs and now they're coaching them back 🥺💙🦇 they've really came full circle
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It's so cute how H and Fruit helped QoH and RK win their first GPs and now they're coaching them back 🥺💙🦇 the tables have turned fr
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It's so wholesome how H and Fruit helped QoH and RK win their first GPs and now they're coaching them back 🥺💙🦇 they've came full circle fr
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girl help. i think one of my mutual's been stuck in a time loop for almost a year now. the only thing she's been posting ever since she went to the red desert is that blue bats gp from forever ago. come back from the war bestie, we miss you so much <3 <3
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oh nvm. i hope you stay in that timeloop forever. is the timeloop fun. i really hope it's fun bc it's fucking awful out here
#a bit of lighthearted humour in these times #also of all ages to get stuck at in a loop, it HAD to be 17. truly one of the worst ages #i hope she's doing okay #i hope i won't be old and wrinkly when you finally escape from the timeloop #we promised to watch the star knights trilogy finale... and now they're making a fifth movie #at least your ship became canon in the fourth movie lol
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Hi Orbitors! Welcome to Sunblr! Hope you find a nice place to stay after the great Orbit blackout :)
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Just arrived here... there's more treebark truthing than I expected 😂😅
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Doesn't Orbit have that totally disrespectful conspiracy theory about the Blue Stalker over at o/bluestalkertruth? Pot calling kettle back huh
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Well well well. 😇
And all of it happened before your cringe yaoi boys could even kiss each other on the cheek COMMON L
#get wrecked treebark truthers! #big W for us orbitors #who's in copium hell now huh? #:)
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my only wish for the new et1 season is that et1twt learns to make their own gifs instead of stealing from sunblr
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still relevant 10 years later lol
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holy crap it's THE overtakes?? we all thought you were dead?? like the streets were saying you were last seen at a distant fuel station in sector 451 and then you vanished from all social media
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lmao are y'all still believing my ex-cousin and her fake stories? i didn't die. i never died
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i'm glad you're safe but i'm still very confused
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it's not confusing! death is merely a social construct ^_^
#but you can imagine i resurrected myself after hearing people on et1twt were reposting my gifs without credit #im putting an ugly watermark over everything now
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#space opera au#dashboard simulator#treebark#trafficshipping#unreality#making this made me a little sad :( but in a 💀 way#btw im bi. and the false+ren making bisexuals go crazy thing is REAL and TRUE CAN ANYONE HEAR ME!!!!#i went thru the f1 tag for research and its fascinating in a good way#i could never ngl. beyond my abilities
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Heyo, I've come to request a Helen Otis fic! With blood kink, bondage, abduction, forced sex, dacryphilia, and stalking.
Now onto the dazzling idea for this!
MC is someone who is chronically online and a skeptic, so when he comes across the Bloody painter murders he's putting down Helen's work. This continues for a few months before MC notices that some stuff from his house going missing or someone stalking him online. No matter how much he's reported the user they always create a new account. After weeks of torment he finally decides to go off the grid and deactivate his accounts. Which ends up being the worse thing he can do since no one will be able to get into contact with him once he's abducted. It wasn't a sudden abduction since he was forewarned about it from his online stalker. Though who would believe anything from someone online?
MC wakes up in an abandoned building chained to a bed, gagged and legs spread with a pipe. Looking further, he's all cut up and bleeding, the wounds kind of freshThe rattling of his chains alert his captor who just so graciously happens to be the Bloody Painter. There's evident regret on his face but he doesn't get the chance to clear things up. He's squirming and balling his eyes out and scared for his life. All the while the painter is just causally stroking his meat.
I'm not sure about what else to write down but those are the important things. Feel free to change things you see fit! (*´꒳`*)
Best way i could think to do this was giving reader a god complex(?kinda) and being a smug asshole so i hope you enjoy also readers watch girls cousin (i cannot remember that bs name)
Also warning for gore talk, pet play( rlly minor so) skin biting/picking mention jic
(Name) let out a sigh, linking his knuckles behind his neck as he stretched out his tired limbs. The white glow of his pcs light hit him, darkness surrounded his room as he browsed his favourite dark web forum. He let out a snort when a picture turned up with two dead bodies propped up on a bed a and a bloody smile behind then.
(Names) face was grinning as he hit the comment section. “This is unbelievably fake, talk about edgelord.” (Name) rolled his eyes, not having another thought before he let out a bored sigh and shut his pc down. He quickly made his way to his bed, he gracefully launched himself onto it and let out a loud sigh before finally passing out.
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He woke up late, the sun streaming in through the gaps in his curtains. He sluggishly dragged himself out of his bed, hair everywhere. He rubbed his face as he made his way to his pc, he flopped onto his chair and quickly booted it up.
He closed his eyes and leaned back on his chair as the soft sound of his pc filled his room. (Name) quickly manoeuvred to his favourite dark forum, eyebrows jumping up when he noticed a notification. He clicked it and to his surprise someone had replied to his comment.
BloodySmiler: you should be careful what you comment on.
(Name) let out a loud laugh, hand running through his hair. A smug smirk filled his cheeks, this could be fun.
Triggered? This is the worst shit i ever seen, even if its real how much of a pussy do you have to be to kill sleeping bitches?
Again (Name) hit send and refreshed the page a couple times before letting out a sigh and continuing on with his day.
He had completely forgotten the interaction until later on in the day, he wasn’t expecting a reply and there wasnt any. He smirked victoriously to himself, he’d won.
It wasnt until an hour later when he had received a direct message, confusion filled him as he opened it. It took a few seconds for him to register what it was, a woman probably his age with her throat slit open and eyes wide in terror.
His brows furrowed when he reverse searched and nothing came up, he convinced himself it was because it had already been taken down. He shook off the uncomfortable feeling that stabbed through his stomach.
Freak
Was all he replied before again logging off, he shook his head as he stood up and made his way to his bed.
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(Name) felt sick, paranoia filled him up and he severely regretted every nanosecond he spent on that forum. It had been two weeks since he’d replied. Two weeks of hell. New images every day, videos sometimes with audio sometimes without. He’d blocked over fifty three accounts, all from the same guy he assumed.
No matter what he always came back, (Name) had lost it the previous night and completely deleted every account he had on the dark web. He’d finally felt somewhat peace but as he stared at the message his facebook had just received he felt sick.
Ice flowed through his veins as his eye began twitching, he couldn’t breath. He’d felt like he’d just been punched in the chest with a battering ram. It took him a moment to breath as he clicked the video he’d been sent from someone named ‘John Doe.’
He wasnt stupid, he knew the name was fake. But the video they sent sure wasnt. He gawked as he looked at himself from a couple years ago, a video that had never been posted anywhere.
It wasnt anything bad, just him and his cousin and her friend in a group chat talking about their problems. He had forgotten about it completely. How he got access to a chat room that had two dead people in it was horrifying.
What filled him with more terror was his dead cousin messaging him.
“I miss you.”
“Why weren’t you there? You were suppose to visit but you didn’t.”
“I will find you. :)”
(Name) barley had another thought as he quickly made his way to his account settings and nuked his account, he stressfully ran his hands through his hair. His mind was blank, he didn’t know what to do in this situation.
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A few days had passed since then, (Name) couldnt even look at his computer or phone. He’d switched both off and never turned them back on, his nails were nothing more then nubs surrounded by jagged bitten skin. He knew he shouldn’t do it but he couldn’t stop himself.
He stared into his cupboard, he’d already ransacked the whole house of food. He’d have to go shopping and that struck terror deep into his heart. He shook his head, trying to convince himself it was just some weirdo online and that they had no clue where he lived.
His hand rested over his stomach as it let out a roar of hunger, part of him tried convincing himself that he could just order take out or do a food shop online but the other part of him berated himself for thinking some looser online would really hunt him down for being a bit of a cheeky dick.
He let out an exhausted sigh and grabbed up his keys before dashing out the door. There was a corner shop not too far from him, he could be there and back in less then 30 minutes. He’d be fine he convinced himself.
The air bit at him as he made his way down the quiet street, his head kept snapping around looking for something, anything.
Once he was in the shop he felt a lot safer, a breath pouring out of his lips as he took his time gathering what he needed. Luckily the line wasn’t too long and he was exiting the shop before he knew it.
Just as he was making his way past an alley something grabbed him, before he’d even had time to react his head had been slammed into the wall and everything went dark.
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(Name) jolted up, unfortunately not getting far. His widened eyes shot down between his legs, a bar separated his naked thighs and he felt himself begin to shake.
“I was wondering if you were dead or not.” A smooth voice came and to (Names) horror he was met with the sight of a man in a mask with a bloody smile on it, (Name) took a few seconds to even notice the man had his cock out and was lazily stroking it.
(Name) let out a scream and started struggling against his restraints, Helen laughed as he watched the smaller man struggle so hard. Under usual circumstances Helen would’ve just killed him, but after seeing those pretty (e/c) eyes in his profile picture he couldn’t resist himself.
He stood up and made his way over to (Name) causing him to panic more. “Whats the point in struggling? I already have you.” Helen took off his mask, blue eyes dancing with glee. Helen ran his hands up (Names) thighs, rubbing them as he got closer to his cock.
(Name) shook his head, begging Helen silently with teary eyes. The feeling of Helens leather clad fingers running up his legs had tears ran down his cheeks when Helen moved one of his hands to his ass. His finger lightly rubbing against his hole, (Name) shook and screamed through his gag while trying to contort his body to get out of his binds.
All he succeeded in was turning his wrists red raw. “So pretty, you’re gonna look so cute full of my cock.” (Name) sobbed, fear flowing through his body. He flinched when Helen pulled a bottle of lube out of his pocket, opening the bottle and spreading it over his digits.
Helen slide his middle finger into (Names) hole causing him to jump and scream. He begged through his gap as helen began slowly pushing his finger in and out of him, he bit his lip as he watched his digit get swallowed.
“You’re so greedy, sucking my finger in like that.” (Name) stopped his fighting when Helen quickly sped up and slid another finger into him, Helen could see his cheeks turning red and the small moans he tried to hide kept Helens cock standing at attention.
Helen gripped the bar separating his legs with his free hand, he pushed it up causing (Names) legs to raise off the bed. Helen giggled as the boy finally stopped fighting, his hand moving from the bar to his thigh.
Helen took his fingers out and wiped them on the bed, hands gripping his thighs as he bent his victim in half. (Name) let out his loudest scream when Helen produced a knife, he froze in place as Helen held the knife to his neck. (Name) whimpered as Helen stationed his legs on his shoulders, tears rapidly dripped from his eyes.
“You looks so fucking pretty when you cry. Maybe this will teach you a lesson. Not like i plan on letting you go after this buut.” Helen ended his sentence in a singing voice, relishing in the way his new friends eyes doubled to the size of dinner plates.
Helen used his knife free hand to position his cock against (Names) hole, the panicked noises that tried to pour from the gag made Helens cock almost unbearably hard. He began pushing his cock in, smirking when (Name) stopped fighting. Helen had been pretty blessed, he also knew he hadn’t stretched him enough.
Helen didn’t care for (Names) pain as he quickly buried his cock into him. (Name) had dropped his head back on the bed, sobbing through his gagged mouth. Helen was kind enough to give the other a moment to get use to being stuffed, his hips were pressed flush against (Names) ass.
Helen smirked down at him as he dragged his knife from his neck to his chest and down his stomach, leaving a bloody line behind the sharpened blade. (Name) stopped fighting, instead choosing to lie back and cry as he took what he was given.
A sudden thrust from Helen had (Names) back arching as a moan slipped through his gag. Helen leaned down and licked up the line, blood coating his tongue. Helen licked his lips causing (Names) blood to disperse over them.
“This is your new life puppy, enjoy it.” Was all Helen said before dropping the knife on the bed, he gripped (Names) thighs hard as he almost snapped the man in half. Helen was quick to begin thrusting into his new toy, groaning at the way the boys hole had a tight grip on his cock.
“God. Acting like you dont want this but sucking me back in? Whore.” (Name) shook his head, he didn’t want this. Helen didn’t care though, directly aiming for the other’s prostate. (Name) couldn’t help but moan as his prostate was repeatedly rammed into. Helen moved one of his hands from (Names) thigh to his neck, cutting off the others oxygen as he sped up his movements. Helen leaned down licking some tears off his crying toys cheek.
All (Name) could do was roll his eyes back as pleasure shot through his stomach and up his spine, he hated it but it felt so so good. He felt stuffed beyond belief, the sight of Helens cock sliding into him and creating a bulge in his stomach had his cock rock hard. Despite how much he tried to take his mind off it he couldn’t help but devolve into a moaning whore as Helen gripped his cock and began jacking him off, helen had a vicious grin as he watched (Names) eyes jump to the back of his head and his back arch.
(Name) came all over his stomach, before flopping onto the bed boneless as he sobbed. Helen kept thrusting into the other, loving the way he watched the fight slowly leave the other. Helen slowed down his thrusts and picked his knife back up, (Name) didn’t sob but tears rolled down his cheeks as Helen began carving a smile onto his stomach.
Once he was done (Name) was horrified to see a bloody smile looking back at him, he just sobbed to himself as Helen sped his movements back up. Helen didn’t last much longer, the sight of the other giving up sent him over the edge and he filled (Name) with cum. “Pretty little puppy all full of my cum. So fucking pretty. God I’m never letting you go.” All (Name) could do was lie back and sob as Helens cum dripped out of his hole.
#helen otis x male#creepypasta#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x male reader#creepy pasta x reader#creepypasta x male!reader#creepy pasta x male!reader#creepy pasta x male reader#helen otis x male reader#helen otis x reader#helen otis#bloody painter x male#bloody painter x male reader#bloody painter x reader#bloody painter x male!reader#bloody painter x malereader#god im sorry i ened up super sick past couple of days#i hope u enjoy tho!#myfic
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//So uh... a post.
As much as I hate to say it and make it official, this blog's hiatus is going to be indefinite.
I love Negan to death and I miss writing him so much, but truth is I'm having a hard time finding the motivation or muse to be here. While some lovely people are still here, so many who helped make this blog what it is and who I built my most cherished memories with here are gone, and my more recent attempts to find new blogs to follow or interact with haven't gone well, so looking at this account, more often than not, just leaves me feeling sad and frustrated and longing for earlier times. And as much as I love TWD, the fandom just isn't appealing to interact with much anymore, and hasn't been for a while.
This blog isn't being archived or deactivated. The queue is still ongoing, and has enough in it to last nearly two years, so the images and gifs will continue posting for quite some time. I still have things in my likes that I plan to reblog. Any memes or threads I had, are still in my drafts (though I may delete some threads, I don't know, they are years old anyway.)
When or if the inspiration strikes, I will absolutely pop in to write or even just talk about Negan or send some memes. But activity from here on out will be extremely low, indefinitely. This has been eating away at me for a while, the idea of losing this muse or RP has a hobby (I've been having a really hard time with all creative hobbies for a long time now) has had me grieving in a weird way, so I'm just finally biting the bullet here.
I'm still very active on tumblr elsewhere and still have notifications/emails on, so if you send an ask or message me or anything, I'll see it and reply when I can. I do have two other RP blogs, one that's low activity like this one and another still under construction while I debate if I want to go through with it or not, but they're both anime muses so I'm not sure if I'll ever link to them here. From what I've seen, most people in this fandom don't interact with animated muses so I'll save myself the embarrassment lol.
That all said: thank you everyone who has stuck around and continues to enjoy and interact with this blog in any way, even if it's just to like or reblog pics of Negan and JDM. I hope you're all doing well. I'll be around when I'm around. <3
#for the time being i'm still logged onto this account on my phone so like... i'm still lurking lol#✘ || Excuse the shit out of my goddamn french ( ooc )
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As much as I understand that the boopening had to come to an end, I really wish Tumblr would've sent out a notification with the final count before deactivating and removing the boop-o-meter :(
Or just leaving the deactivated boop-o-meter on the blog, as a memorial
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finally sent a friend request to my girl crush im girlbossing so hard (i deactivated notifications as soon as i did it)
#i never wanted to be someone’s friend so bad HELPPPPP#if she doesn’t accept i will burn this country to the ground and then kms
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a very good idea - chapter 1
summary: After your boyfriend cheats on you at a party, you break up with him, who tells you nobody else is willing to be with you like him. You decide to prove him wrong, with a little help from a new friend.
ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader
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Chapter 1
Everybody was looking at you. You were sure of it. As you walked to your locker monday morning, you started feeling dizzy as you felt several eyes full of pity focusing on you. You hated it. If it wasn’t for the english test in the second period, you would’ve already faked a disease in order to go home.
Headphones playing “skinny dipping” by Sabrina Carpenter in your ears, you finally reached your locker. Usually Jessica would be waiting for you there, so you could walk to class together. Even though you loved her with your whole heart, you felt relieved. She knew you too well and although she would absolutely give you time and space if you needed it, you wouldn’t be able to pretend you were fine. Not with her.
Books in hand, you closed your locker and started walking toward history class. The hallways were almost empty at this point, which you were almost grateful for. The feeling went away instantly when you got closer to the classroom. You froze. Harry was leaning his back on the wall next to the door, looking at the screen of his phone, his other hand holding a box of chocolates.
As if sensing your presence, he looked up, his expression going from indifference to something that tried to be, but wasn’t quite sorrow. You wanted to disappear. You knew you would run into your ex some time during the day, but not so soon, he was always late to class. Always.
He took a few steps and got closer to you and said your name. It was like everything was happening in slow motion, you felt a jolt in your heart until the events of saturday started coming back to you.
***
There was a party at Peter B.’s house. His aunt and uncle won a vacation to Miami in a radio contest and would be out of town for a week. You knew it because Peter told you himself when he invited you and Harry. Peter was nice and funny and you wished he and Harry were as close as they used to be. They were childhood friends, but when high school came around, Harry started walking with a different crowd and eventually Peter made new friends of his own.
Still, Peter B. never stopped trying to keep in touch with Harry, even if the effort was one sided. You felt so bad when Harry seemed uninterested in Peter’s stories or completely ignored his friend. When you started noticing that, you tried to compensate for your ex’s behavior, going out of your way to be kind and pay attention to Peter.
Which was not hard at all, the kid had a heart of gold. He was one of the few who could circulate between all groups at school and have friends in all of them, from Mary Jane Watson in the theater department to kids like Miles Morales and Miguel O’Hara, who he was always with.
It was your niece’s 3rd birthday on saturday night, so Harry went to Peter’s by himself and you were supposed to meet him later. Except, when you got there, everything was pure chaos. You took your phone out of your purse to text Harry and Jess, realizing it had been in airplane mode for some reason. Once you deactivated it, several notifications popped up, from texts to social media tags. Feeling uneasy, you searched for your chat with Harry first. Nothing new since you texted him a few hours before. You then clicked on Jessica’s avatar.
J: I’m here babe let me know when you arrive
J: where r u??
J: come already that chick gwen is gonna dj soon
she is always goooood
J: call me when you can
J: pick uppp please
J: u still at home? don’t think it’s a good idea for u to come here
You: i’m here
You: jess whats happened
You: people are looking at me funny
J: meet me in the kitchen
“Harry was making out with a random girl”, Jess told you, holding your hands on hers. “He didn’t even try to hide it, they were in the garden, a lot of people saw them.”
You open your mouth, but the words failed to come out. Just an hour before you were trying on outfits, trying to decide which one your boyfriend would like more on you, and then this. Jess held your hands tighter.
“I’m so sorry, honey”, she said. “You deserve so much better than this…”
The two of you turned your heads, there were sounds of screams and things falling and breaking.
“No no no no no, please stop, guys, please”, you heard Peter B. pleading. Your heart tugged at his desperation.
People were joining the crowd, you and Jess followed. “What’s going on?”, she asked a guy next to them. “I think Osborn harassed the guy’s girlfriend or something”, he answered.
Standing on the tip of your toes, you saw Harry stumbling, clearly drunk or high, probably both, trying not to fall. “Fuck you, man, who do you think you are?”, he screamed at someone.
When you look at the other side, you couldn’t believe it. Of all people to fight with, Harry just had to mess with Miguel O’Hara, arguably the strongest guy from school. You met him in middle school and have taken several classes with him since. Miguel was known for keeping it to himself, but managed to have some close friends, like Gwen Stacy, Hobie Brown and Peter himself. He wasn’t anything like Harry and the other rich kids. Miguel would wear hoodies and basketball shirts, he was disorganized, always borrowing your pens during class, and every now and then would get in trouble.
But fighting? It didn’t seem like his thing, in spite of his size and strength. He was staring at Harry, looking more serious than ever.
“Huh? You think you are all that, motherfucker?”, Harry continued.
“Oh, honey”, Jess looked at you, worried. Her hand wiped away a few tears from your face. You didn’t even realize you were crying. Since you arrived at that house, your life turned into a nightmare sequence. “That’s it, we’re leaving.”
As she put her arm around your shoulders, the same guy who told Jess what the fight was about screamed: “Yo, Osborn, you coward! Making your girl cry!”.
More sounds from the crowd, your head spinning, heart breaking, you were feeling the tears now, they brought sobs too, how was that your life, why couldn’t you just wake up. Your eyes looked for Harry, he was steady, going in Miguel's direction. You looked at the latter. He was looking at you. His brown eyes wide, a crease on his forehead, mouth half parted. Somewhere in your head, you wondered if Harry had been able to hit him before you and Jess arrived. He looked like he was in a lot of pain.
Then a fist hit his face. Harry’s fist.
Peter, Hobie and a couple of other guys held Harry, and the crowd started screaming, Jess pulled you back to the kitchen, in the direction of the back door entrance.
You heard the music stopping and a voice, who sounded like Miles, on the microphone. “The party is over! Time to leave”, he said. People started booing him. “Y’all know my dad is a cop, right? Let’s give him a call, shall we?”
***
Harry got closer to you. Suddenly, his hand was on your cheek.
“Honey…”, he whispered.
How could a gesture you used to love trigger the alarms in your head? Instinctively, you took a step back.
“Harry.”
“No, hun, come on…”
“Harry.”
“Is this about the fight? If it is, you should k…”
“Harry, just listen, ok?”, you had planned so many scenarios in your head, yet, this was just coming to you naturally. “I know you cheated on me with a freshman.”
“Who told you that? It’s a bunch of l…”
“Jessica saw it. So many people saw it. Strangers were sending me pictures and videos of my boyfriend with someone else.”
“Honey…It wasn’t like that, I wasn’t thinking…”
“So, if I’m not right by your side, it’s like I don’t exist, right? You can do whatever you want”, you took a long breath. You were really doing this: “It’s over”.
“What do you mean it’s over? You’re giving up, just like this?”
“You gave me up when you kissed someone”, you let a sad chuckle out. “Not to mention the fight…I just can’t.”
“So you’re really ending this?”
“Yes.”
“You know there is no turning back, right?”, Harry had his hands on his hips, which, knowing him, meant he was pissed off.
You nodded.
“Well, I hope you really thought this through because no one is going to accept dealing with all your bullshit like I do.”
“My bullshit?”, you gasped.
“Anxiety, depression, all that bullshit”, he pointed at you. “The whole good girl act…only I know what you are really like. No one is going to want you.”
You just looked at him. You felt sad, confused and so angry. Because, although you knew it was a provocation, he did mention your worst fears. Being too much, ending up alone, unloved — you had been there.
What Harry didn’t consider is that you might have your insecurities, but you are also competitive and have a lot of pride. If hurting is what he wants, two can play this game. So you just stare at him with your arms crossed.
“Ms, class has already started”, your history teacher, Mr. Bloom, opened the classroom’s door and called you. He must have sensed there was something wrong, you have always been an A+ student and a great kid. The truth is you didn’t even realize how much time had passed.
“Yes, sir”, you walked around Harry and entered the classroom.
***
You arrived right on time for english class. Entering the room after a few classmates, you noticed the teacher, Mrs. White, was standing up, talking quietly with a student. She had a motherly aura, like she is irritated, but worried most of all.
“I’m sorry, but if you don’t apply yourself and get better grades, I can’t help you”, she said.
“I just don’t get it”, the student said. “Numbers…they come so easy to me, words, not so much.”
“We’re going to figure this out. Now go sit.”
Already at your desk, you saw when he turned. Miguel O’Hara. His cheek was a little swollen with a purple mark, a small token of Harry’s actions. You looked at him, but he did not look back at you, staring ahead and sitting in the back.
Then it dawned on you. An idea. A very good one.
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so I finally logged out instagram a week ago. and I'm already having the urge to log back in. I stopped using it because I was having constant FOMO and anxiety. any tips on how to live life without social media being a major part of it, and how to quit an addiction to social media?
thanks! I love your blog sm 💗
Your initial reaction to feeling FOMO is perfectly normal. Social media consumes a lot of time and when one goes off, you suddenly have more time / your mind instinctively wants to open social media when you unlock your phone.
I went off Instagram for about 6 months last year. I don’t think I’ve had a better year.
How did I do it?
- ease into it. Don’t just go cold Turkey. Start by turning your notifications off. Put a time limit to Instagram. For a week, practice this.
-download a couple of apps that are going to compensate the loss of ig. For instance, one of those brain game apps (Elevate, Brilliant, Mental Math, Solitaire). Some form of education and gamification.
- start using those “healthy apps” in place of social media. You’re essentially choosing the lesser of the two evils. At this point, deactivate Instagram and delete the app.
- finally, you start spending more time in the real world. Don’t check your phone first thing in the morning unless work calls for it. Keep it away for an hour before bedtime. Read more. Join some sort of activity like running / yoga / hiking / art and craft classes - something which gives you an insight in the real world. You have to increase your engagement in the real world in order to decrease your time in the virtual world.
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Flufftober 2023 with Agent Whiskey - Day 29- Emailing
Paring: Agent Whiskey x Gender Neutral Reader
Word counting: 550
Rating: General audiences
Between the two of you, you were the one who had a better hand with modern technologies. With the time living together, you started to update Jack about some things the AIs already could do for people and it had been a fascinating experience to watch him find out that you were not joking about all the tasks a smart speaker could do.
But even after had been introduced to all those novelties, Jack couldn’t get rid of his old-school spirit. Notes or letters? You could count you would get a lot of them from him, which you loved. When he was on a work trip without you or was aware that he’d do a longer shift, of course, he’d message and call you any chance he got, but his favorite choice was a completely unexpected random email in the middle of the day. Besides giving him a letter vibe, Jack also knew that every time you got an email notification it was some work thing or a random ad from your favorite web stores, so it had a good dose of surprise element.
That was another ordinary afternoon, you were organizing some work things on your laptop before it became a tone of non-categorized files. You frowned when the tab on which your email was open signalized that you had a new message, you were sure that you had nothing more to receive from work and you had deactivated all the ad stuff. Curious, you clicked the tab to see what was the matter, opening a wide smile when you saw it was just your husband being a helpless romantic and opening the email without a second thought.
I hate to give this kinda news, but I’ll be home late today, and I expect that my sweetheart can forgive me for that. Not trynna to make it easy for my side, but I’ve missed you from the bottom of my heart since the very moment I left our ranch.
Hi there, sugar.
How’s the love of my life doing this afternoon?
With each passing day having to be stuck in this office instead of being in your arms, I got to consider even more to finally retire from this work and spend my days only worrying ‘bout enjoying your amazing company and taking care of our animals.
I love you dearly, sweetheart and nothing matters more in this world for me than you. I hope you had a wonderful day, my sugarcube, and take care of yourself ‘till I get home to do this personally.
You looked pretty much like a silly in-love teenager as you finished reading the text, already marking it as a favorite like all the other emails Jack had sent you. In an automatic reaction, you reached for your phone to message him and said how much you had loved every word you had just read, but then you pondered for a moment, wondering what would be caused if Jack just casually found a loving message send by you among all his work stuff. After letting go of your phone, you turned your attention back to your laptop, clicked on the reply button, and proceeded to type an answer, starting to understand why Jack found this emailing thing so cool.
All my love,
Jack.
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A Man After Midnight
"Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?" - ABBA
Sasha's gone missing in search of the final vault key piece, and Fiona will be damned if another vault tries to take her sister from her - again. It doesn't matter who - or what - gets in her way, she'll find her sister - even when something supernatural is determined to make sure that she and Rhys never see the light of day again...
Written for the rhyiona lovers who are also Halloween lovers
Header art is by arymus (deactivated ☹)
I decided during the planning stages that this will be part three to "It Takes Two" and "U.N.I." sooo this is a multi-chapter work now I guess 🤷🏽♀️
Btw... it's a long one folks, get a snack and strap in lol
Fall leaves dividers from these posts and jack-o-lantern dividers from these posts. Orange swirl divider from this post
Trick or Treat~ ❤🧡💛🍁🍂🎃⚰🪦💀🕸🦇😈
Rhys turned off the car engine, pocketing the key and stepping out of the car with Fiona. The air was chilled and thick with mist that saturated the scenery and painted everything in a dreary sort of gray color. They glanced around and caught the looks of the wary townsfolk as they eyed the newcomers who had just arrived in their small rural town.
Fiona ducked her head, allowing the brim of her hat to cover her eyes - an old habit she never lost from back in her grifting days. 'Keep your head down, do your best to blend in and don't bring any unnecessary attention to yourself,' said the memory of Felix's voice floating in the back of her mind. But those days were behind her now. She was here for one reason and one reason only - to find her sister.
Meanwhile, Rhys shivered in the cold autumn air and tugged his jacket tighter around himself, glancing around the shrouded town to try and locate the hotel he had booked their stay at. All of the buildings appeared looming and ominous in this weather; he couldn't really differentiate one from another as they were half concealed with a wispy blanket of fog.
This was not some romantic getaway for the weekend, but rather an expedition to try and find Sasha. Her last known location had been here, this backwards little hole where she had followed a supposed "lead" to a new potential vault key piece. She had been conversing with Fiona, keeping a regular point of contact with her for the two days that she was there. On the third day, Sasha failed to check in and Fiona's big sister protective instincts flared to life, causing the vault hunter to abandon her current assignment and Fast Travel back to Promethea, where she could load up on gear and head over to her sister's last known whereabouts.
When he got the notification that his girlfriend was stopping by his company's home planet, Atlas' president grew excited at the thought of a romantic night out. Activating his newly programmed assistant, TIMM-E, Rhys allowed the program to take care of Atlas while its president was briefly away. He needed to work on making a body for TIMM-E, because as of right now, he was just an encrypted piece of data floating around Atlas' system. But for today, he could do his job well enough that his body would have to wait for later. Right now, love and romance were what Rhys was focused on.
Donning his expensive cologne and a fresh set of date night clothes, he swept by her apartment with a large bouquet of roses in hand, intending on asking her out for the evening. Expecting a tired but content vault hunter at the door, he was instead met with a laser focused, completely serious vault hunter who was not stopping by to rest for a few days before running off to her next adventure. She was only here temporarily, strapping up for what looked like a big battle.
He questioned her with a concerned wrinkle to his brow as he watched her check the sights of a rare gun before sliding a fresh clip into it. She briefed him about the little she knew, moving on to handle two different grenade mods, trying to decide which was the better of the two. The young CEO placed the roses in a vase, fanning them out a bit as the Pandoran woman clipped the chosen grenade mod to her hip, tossing the other one back into her storage container.
Seeing Fiona cycle through her inventory and attaching high powered weaponry to her belts, Rhys knew he couldn't leave her to face this alone. Sasha was her sister, but she was also one of his closest friends. They were all a family, bound by more than blood. He wasn't some kind of world class assassin, or really a fighter of any kind, but Fiona needed support and he'd give his all to be there for her and Sasha.
When he proposed that he'd come along to help, Fiona had outright refused, claiming that he'd just be putting himself in danger and that she didn't want to worry about her sister and her boyfriend too. But he insisted, claiming that his cybernetic inhancements would make tracking clues and ultimately finding Sasha that much easier. Eventually, the prospect of getting to her sister as soon as she was able to convinced the vault hunter to accept his help.
Rhys carefully reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. "Don't worry Fi, we'll find her."
He could feel the various edges of her weapons pressing into his body, and truthfully it was a bit uncomfortable. But she returned his embrace and pressed her face into his shoulder, knocking her hat askew, and his discomfort didn't matter compared to his need to console his lover. Fiona was incredibly brave, but he knew that she was also incredibly scared. His own worry over Sasha's disappearance was hard to push back, but he didn't want to add to his girlfriend's already obvious distress.
They eventually broke away, and Rhys soon after hopped on a call to obtain their reservations for a hotel in the town Sasha had last been in. Fiona excused herself, needing to go down to the lobby of her apartment building and purchase ammunition from a vending machine, before getting ready to leave.
Turns out getting there was a little more complicated then they thought. The small town was so sequestered that not only did it not have a Fast Travel designated location, but it was miles away from the closest city that did. So Rhys quickly rung up the nearest rental and placed an order for a high-class (of course) but simple vehicle that would take them the rest of the way.
Now that they had arrived, they needed to grab their gear and make their way over to the hotel to officially begin their search. The company man and the Pandoran woman each took ahold of their own luggage, trying to ignore the feel of being stared at by dozens of watchful gazes. Closing the trunk and stepping away from their rented car, the young CEO activated the anti-theft alarm which seemed to chirp loudly in the lull of this tense silence. Turning towards the hotel, the couple began walking down the street when a voice called out to them.
"You can't park that here."
They both turned to find the speaker, taking in the older man leaning against a support beam in front of a shop. He looked less than impressed with them, his stare cold and unflinching.
"Oh, I'm sorry, is there a lot nearby or somewhere else I can park it?" Rhys asked, trying not to ruffle the feathers of the townspeople who were now all eyeing the newcomers with varying degrees of distain.
He glanced down the foggy street, but only then did he realize that there were no other vehicles as far as the eye could see. In fact, he hadn't seen any at all while driving into town. Their rental could most likely be the only car within a hundred miles.
"Sure," the old man shrugged easily, gesturing vaguely with a slight wave of his hand. "Best to park it in the next town over. Stay with it too, while you're at it."
Atlas' president frowned, not liking the way this guy just told them in a roundabout way to leave and stay gone. He opened his mouth to retort, when his girlfriend moved past him to step closer to this stranger.
"Look, we're only here because we're looking for my sister," she informed, watching his face carefully before turning and catching the eyes of everyone who was staring at them. "Has anyone seen her? A woman with light green eyes, her hair done up in thick locs? She was here for two days?"
None of the townsfolk spoke up or moved, they just continued to observe the couple as if Fiona had never said a word. They both knew that everyone watching had understood Fiona, it wasn't as if she was speaking Eridian. The people nearby were just purposefully ignoring her. The vault hunter pursed her lips, fighting back against the frustration wanting to get the better of her.
Rhys lifted his cybernetic hand, pulling up a hologram portrait of Sasha on his palm display. A blue digitized bust of Sasha sat in his hand, her smile beautiful and bright as she slowly rotated in a full 360 degree visual reference.
As soon as Rhys lifted his mechanical hand and brought up a glowing hologram, the reaction with the crowd was immediate. Everyone seemed to move back away from them, their murmurs of offense and scandle clear in the tones of their voices. They acted as if Rhys had just called forth fire from his hand. Startled, the young CEO quickly dismissed the hologram and dropped his hand, taking a step closer to Fiona. Likewise, she moved to face him, and one of the onlookers caught sight of the official vault hunter patch sewn onto the sleeve of her jacket.
"A vault hunter..."
"Vault hunter-"
"Did you see that-"
"Another one-"
Their frantic words ran together, almost unintelligible, but they both could hear the genuine fear and open disgust when the words "vault hunter" were spoken.
The people living in this backwards town had been coolly contemptuous, then reacting with indignation when Atlas' head had pulled up a hologram, acting as if modern technology didn't exist outside of this settlement. But the tone clearly shifted once Fiona was identified as a vault hunter, the air now thick with hostility and the promise of violence.
What these people had against advanced devices and vault hunters, she may never know, and to be honest, she really didn't care. Right now, they were in her way of finding where her sister was and if one of them even took a single threatening step closer, she'd have no problem whipping a gun out and showing them that she meant business.
"Everyone calm down, calm down now - these people are guests come to visit our fine town; let's show them some of our famous hospitality, shall we?"
A clear voice cut through the tension, making Rhys and Fiona turn towards the woman stepping through the small crowd that had gradually gathered around them. She was mature and elegant, holding her chin high as she swept towards them. Fiona, still on edge, kept her hand posed to reach for a weapon, eyeing the woman with open suspicion.
The older woman didn't seem to mind, looking between the two of them with a mild sort of curiosity. She was wearing what could only be described as an expensive gown, her collar bare and her skirt voluminous. She wore simple yet expensive jewelry along her neck and on her fingers. No one in the gathering stopped her or disobeyed her words, they only watched as she stood in front of the two newcomers.
"You must be the Strongforks, yes? You've procured your reservation for a stay at my hotel. My name is Lady Van Tassel, pleased to make your acquaintances," she stated, extending her hand demurely as she introduced herself.
"Oh! Yes, that's us, erm, t-the Strongforks, yep," Rhys fumbled, stepping over to delicately take her offered hand and give her a dainty shake.
He stepped back and Lady Van Tassel's hand was extended towards Fiona. Fiona wanted to ask Rhys about when they had gotten married and why hadn't she been informed, but that could wait until they were alone. She supposed for now she could play Mrs. Strongfork if it got them out of this situation faster. So she took her hand and also gave a gentle shake, noticing almost as an after thought of how soft her skin felt against her own.
Pulling away, the Pandoran mentally considered her own hands. The life of a vault hunter was rough, but that didn't mean her hands had to be. She made a mental note to moisturize more often.
"Please, come this way. I'll see you to your room," the Lady said, turning and allowing the out-of-town couple to follow behind her.
Glancing at the people who only moments ago were so keen on displaying their outright hatred for them, Fiona watched as they broke away and dispersed, not even sparing them one last disgruntled glance. Either their ire was extremely fickle, or Lady Van Tassel was someone more important than a simple hotel owner.
Entering between the large double doors of the hotel, all three of them stepped into the quiet lobby, with Ms. Van Tassel leading them straight to the check-in desk.
Despite Rhys' long legged height, as he followed closely behind the Lady and her vast swishing skirts, he reminded her of a baby duck, trailing in her wake. Fiona supposed that since she had taken them both in, that would make her a duckling too. She never liked to be indebted to people, especially those who she didn't know, but she had to admit that Ms. Van Tassel had pulled them out of a sticky situation.
"Thank you, for what you did back there," Fiona called out, catching the eye of the Lady as she turned to look at her from over her shoulder.
The older woman sighed, shaking her head once as she rounded the desk. "Let me apologize on behalf of my neighbors. We don't get very many visitors, and those that we do, some end up being vandals who call themselves 'vault hunter's' and only bring chaos to our quiet little town." She glanced up at them, her brow pinched with concern. "We've had a few... Unsavory altercations in the past. So many of us are wary, to put it lightly, of anyone who claims to be a vault hunter..."
Fiona nodded, stepping closer to the desk. "I understand, and I'm sorry for your troubles. But believe me when I say that I'm just here to find my sister. As soon as I do, we're gone. You have my word."
Lady Van Tassel regarded them quietly for a moment, before offering a small smile. "You two certainly don't come across as ruffians or scoundrels... I'll take you for your word, an unbroken promise between two ladies and a gentleman," she granted, reaching over the desk to take Fiona's hand again in another shake.
She then reached down and pulled out a large book, carefully opening up to a bookmarked page before turning it around and settling it onto the ledge in front of Rhys. "Sign here then, Mr. Strongfork," she instructed, pointing underneath a row of names to the next open space. "I'll get your keys ready and escort you upstairs to your quarters."
She turned towards a desk behind her and opened a wide drawer as Rhys scribbled his name across the page. Fiona sidled up next to him and together they scanned the names on the registry, looking for any of the names Sasha had used in the past. None had stood out to them, and so Rhys turned the book around as the Lady faced them, holding two copies of the room key out to them.
Taking one each, Fiona pocketed hers immediately and figured she'd question Ms. Van Tassel now while she had the chance. "Lady, have you seen a young woman in town, green eyes, thick hair locs? She was here for two days, I've lost communication with her almost a day ago."
"I'm sorry, but I haven't seen anyone around here that looks like that. She's your sister you say? I hope you find her soon, darling," the Lady murmured, coming around the desk to offer a consoling pat to the vault hunter's arm, before linking their arms together. "Now, let's get you two situated upstairs, and I'll have a hot meal waiting for you when you're ready to come back down. You can't go out searching on an empty stomach."
She guided Fiona towards the stairs, calling out behind her for Rhys. "Mr. Strongfork, please don't forget your lovely wife's luggage, be a dear and carry them up for us, won't you?"
Had she turned to look over her shoulder at him, she would've found said Mr. Strongfork blushing at the mention of Fiona as his wife.
"Y-yeah, of course... Wouldn't want m-... My... W-wife to-"
"Rhys darling~" Fiona called, interrupting his suspicious stammering. If this town was as backwards as it has already proven itself to be, then perhaps an unwed couple sharing a room would be the last straw on the belliks back. "Don't keep us waiting, okay~?"
Their room was nothing too extravagant, but it looked comfortable and clean. Fiona was truly exhausted, only allowing herself to sleep on the car ride over, which had been a mere couple of hours. Before that she had been out on the field, completing some side mission for someone on Sanctuary. Now, the temptation of a clean bed called to her, her body desperate for some real rest. But the thought of her sister alone, possibly in a dangerous situation - or worse, hurt - kept her from being able to indulge in some much needed sleep.
So for now she shoved her luggage under the bed and straightened up to look at Rhys. "So... Husband of mine."
The ease with which Fiona could conjure a blush to her boyfriend's face was incredibly satisfying, but it didn't make up for the explanation he owed her.
"So, I'm sure you'd like for me to explain myself right?"
Fiona raised her scarred brow as a silent answer.
He glanced down shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as a subconscious show of discomfort. His still pink cheeks combined with a tentative smile made her soften towards him. "Well, when I called to book the reservation, you had just left to go stock up on ammo, so when Lady Van Tassel answered, I kinda had to wing it when I asked for a double and she inquired if my... Wife... Was coming along... So I just sort of said, yes..."
He looked up at her and she swore that at any moment, he'd start poking his index fingers together like a guilty child. "Hmm, maybe it's a bit too early for us, we still haven't had our one year anniversary yet..."
Rhys chuckled nervously, relaxing a bit but still looking as though he was expecting a solid reprimanding. "Hehe, yeah, definitely too early for like, marriage and stuff..."
Fiona made a show of tapping her chin in thought, humming to herself as he watched. "Though I don't think I'd mind if I was Mrs. Strongfork for a while..."
"...Oh...?" The hopeful tone in her boyfriend's voice brought a smile to her face.
"Yeah. After all, I'd get at least fifty-one percent of Atlas right?"
"Wha- fifty-one percent? If anything, I would get fifty-one percent because I'm the CEO-"
"Am I hearing fifty-two percent?"
"No, come on, that's not how negotiating works-"
"Fifty-three percent."
"You're not even listening-"
"Sixty."
"Please... I'm not gonna have a company left to manage-"
"Seventy-five percent and that's my final offer as your wife."
"...You are a cruel, cruel woman."
Fiona grinned, making her way over to him and planting a kiss along his jaw line. "That's why you married me, dear husband."
He slanted his head and leaned down, kissing her briefly over her ruby lips. "I wouldn't have it any other way, dear wife."
The vault hunter smiled, reaching down to link their hands together. "Let's go eat so we can find Sasha and get our asses back home."
Rhys patted his empty stomach with his free hand, almost salivating at the thought of a hot meal. "You don't have to tell me twice, I really hope it's delicious."
His girlfriend pulled him along, locking the door behind them. "As long as it's not chocolate dill pickle flavored, it should be good."
"Slanderous. I'm telling you, once you try Fran's yogurt, you'll be singing praises to whoever invented such a delicious flavor combination."
"We can only hope so Rhys, we can only hope so."
Their meal is simple but savory, hot and filling so it sits just right in their bellies. They thank Ms. Van Tassel as she collects their dishes and stacks them on a tray to take back to the kitchen. Turning to leave, they stop before the double doors and look back when she calls out to them.
"I should warn you, to please be back before night fall. There have been some... Strange occurrences lately, and I'd hate to see you two suffer from lack of knowledge. When night falls, come back here and resume your search tomorrow morning."
"Thank you Lady, but we're not afraid of the dark," Fiona answered. "We'll be alright, we're tougher than we look."
"I see..." The older woman murmured, clearly disappointed. "That may be so, and I can say nothing else to try and convince you otherwise. But if there is one thing you take from me, please let it be this - find shelter before the lamps go out, or surely you will be doomed."
Rhys glanced over at Fiona as the vault hunter considers the patroness, who stood by their table, the bottom of her apron twisted tightly in her worried grip. As a born and raised Pandoran, she had spent many nights out underneath the moons and stars, both as a penniless child and as fledgling vault hunter. Doing so now didn't concern her in the slightest, but she figured that she'd at least reassure the older woman and try to ease her mind.
"We understand. If we're out that late, we'll take shelter and wait it out 'til morning. Hopefully we'll find Sasha and be back before that's even an issue."
"You brave girl..." Lady Van Tassel murmured, gliding over to the younger woman and reaching up to cup her cheek tenderly.
Fiona thought that it was a little weird, but she understood that some people were comfortable with showing such displays of affection. On top of which, the Lady had been nothing but kind and welcoming to them, so if she wanted to...touch her cheek for whatever reason, Fiona didn't mind it too much.
"I was a lot like you when I was your age... Do be careful out there, both of you." Smiling softly, the Lady lifted her hand from Fiona's face while simultaneously a sharp pinch to her scalp caused the vault hunter to wince. "Oh! I'm sorry, this old ring pulled your hair, my apologies dear girl!"
The Pandoran woman reached up underneath her hat to rub at her scalp, eyeing the couple of strands that had caught on the back of Lady Van Tassel's ornate ring. "Ah... It's no problem, don't worry about it. Anyway, we'll be on our way now. Have a good night Lady, see you soon."
Fiona righted her hat and she and Rhys waved goodbye to the older woman who waved back until the double doors closed behind them.
Lady Van Tassel looked down and carefully extracted the younger woman's hair from her ring, pulling a small book of summoning from her apron pocket and tucking the hair in between the pages.
The couple start their search by checking any areas where Sasha could've gone or was most likely to go. There was a tailor a few blocks down (who absolutely refused to let Fiona in). Rhys went in alone and questioned him but had no luck there.
Next was the grocer (who didn't want to talk if Fiona was standing within ten feet of his shop). Rhys was told a young outsider bought some fruit from him but once, and he claims he hasn't seen her since. Supposedly she looked like Sasha but he wasn't entirely sure until Rhys folded some bills into his hand. (What a schmuck.)
Walking down the foggy street to their next stop, the company man nudged his girlfriend playfully in an attempt to tease her and lift her spirits. "You think any of the people here wanna join your fan club?"
The Pandoran woman rolled her eyes, leveling the taller man with an unperturbed stare. "I'm not here to win their miss congenitality contest, I'm here to find my sister. They can think of me what they like, as long as they don't get in our way."
The florist was next, but as Fiona stepped up to the entrance, the door was slammed in her face (nearly flattening her nose and knocking her hat off), before the OPEN sign was flipped to CLOSED in the curtained window. The vault hunter was about to start kicking doors down to get her answers whether people liked it or not, but Rhys gently guided his fuming girlfriend away to their next stop.
They both decided that Rhys would do the asking, because although he wasn't too popular amongst the locals, the vile vault hunter was tolerated as well as deadly plague. Which was to say not at all.
There was a general shop, owned by the same older man that had told them to park their car elsewhere. Fiona waited outside, arms crossed over her chest as she willed her irritation to subside. Her foul mood wouldn't help find her sister any faster - in all likelihood, it might even hinder the search. So she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to ground herself and ignore the people passing by who were obviously glaring daggers and muttering to each other about her. A shriveled old lady even spat at the ground by her feet as she hobbled on by.
It was safe to say that she was not making any new friends here.
Her boyfriend stepped out from the shop, the little bell above the door dingling as he exited. She turned to face him and he simply shook his head no. She was expecting that but the disappointment still stung. Glancing down to the small bag in his hand, she looked back up and raised a silent brow of inquiry.
"Wouldn't talk to me unless I bought something," the company man answered, lifting the bag and opening it, showing her that he bought about a dozen sticks of jerky.
"Why so much?"
Rhys shrugged. "In case we get hungry again while searching all night. Plus, if we find Sasha tonight, she'll probably be hungry too."
Fiona couldn't argue with that. "Fair enough. Now, where else can we check?"
Atlas' head ripped open one of the sticks of jerky and bit into it, using the uneaten portion to point down the road. "There's a church of some kind down that way," he spoke around the dried meat in his mouth. "Doesn't hurt to check it out."
The vault hunter wanted to make a comment about him talking with his mouth full, but truthfully she didn't have the energy to joke around right now. Exhaustion was weighing heavily on her mind and the gray skies were growing darker and darker with the night impending. "Alright, let's go."
The church was nearly empty, the only inhabitant was a priest doing some general upkeep around the building. He also observed them with obvious concern, but so far he wasn't slamming doors in their faces or hurtling insults at them, so he was infinitely more welcoming than the other people who they tried to talk to.
Fiona waited between the threshold of the door, half expecting to be verbally thrown out before she could get a word in. Rhys didn't want to waste any time, so he quickly approached and asked the devoted man if he had seen a woman bearing Sasha's resemblance anywhere in town.
The pastor seemed to hesitate a moment, his eyes taking in the sight of the lanky man before him with a glowing amber eye and a mechanical hand that clutched a plastic bag. The silent woman behind him who lurked in the doorway who had to be the vault hunter that people had rushed in to tell him about. He sensed no ill will from either of them, but he still remained wary of their true intentions.
"I'm sorry, I can't help you. Now please, leave."
"Can't or won't?"
Rhys looked back at Fiona, her bright jade eyes leveled on the priest in an unflinching stare.
"My sister is missing and no one in this whole town can tell me where she's gone? No one can help me, not even a man of the cloth?"
The Pandoran walked forward, moving past the young CEO and stepping closer to the priest. "I'm gonna ask you again. Have you seen my sister? Do you know where she is?"
The older man looked down at her, his eyes meeting hers briefly before skittering away. "I'm sorry..." he repeated, refusing to meet her gaze.
The vault hunter stared hard at the man before her. Her boyfriend reached over to put a hand over her shoulder, silently beckoning her away. She ignored him and leaned forward, invading the pastor's personal space.
"If my sister is hurt because no one in this town wanted to help, you will come to understand the truth in the saying, 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' Remember that, Father."
Fiona turned and stalked down the aisle, afraid that if she stayed for one more second, she'd come to regret it. Rhys turned, sparing the sweating priest a backwards glance before quickly following his girlfriend out of the church.
The vault hunter stormed out, leaving the church behind and marching down the street. She didn't know where she was going, only that she needed to get away. Her head was pounding and her eyes were watering for no reason. Her muscles ached and all she wanted to do was find her sister and sleep in her arms for a week straight.
Where was Sasha? Was she hurt? Why wasn't she contacting her? Did something bad happen? What if she needed Fiona right now but she was stuck here dealing with these wretched people?
Fiona stopped suddenly, so so tired and frustrated that she didn't try to fight the tears gathering along her lashes. She tilted her head back and sighed deeply, her breath billowing out in a short lived cloud. Dusk was truly settling in now and the already dark town was growing darker.
Homes with people who had all their loved ones safe and sound under one roof were drawing the curtains and dousing their lanterns. Shops that they hadn't been thrown out of were closing too, the owners locking up and heading home. No one wanted to be out in the dark at night, but Sasha was. She was out there all alone, and Fiona was failing her all over again.
She dipped her head down as she heard Rhys walk up to her. He seemed to hesitate, knowing in this moment that she was fragile. But eventually he sidled closer and whispered softly to her in the last sunlit hour.
"Hey... Can I give you a hug?"
She didn't turn her face up, keeping it turned down and hidden, but she nodded silently and turned towards him. He placed his bag of jerky by his feet before straightening and folding her in his arms. He squeezed her tight, and when her hat threatened to fall, he lifted it and placed it over his own wavy hair to keep it from hitting the damp ground. Her hair exposed, he placed a kiss on her crown and rubbed his hand down her back.
"Sasha is so lucky to have a sister like you. If I had any siblings, I'd want to have the same relationship with them that you two have." He swayed with her gently, speaking softly against her hair only loud enough for her to hear. "No one in this universe loves Sasha more than you do. Anyone can see that. You're doing your best Fiona, and you're not alone. I'm here to help you and Sasha too, remember that."
The vault hunter sniffled, rubbing her face over her boyfriend's expensive clothing. Normally she was tougher than this, but nearly two days without sleep was really wearing her thin, along with of course the constant worry. Also the abundant assholes in this town were getting on her last nerve, too.
She lifted her face and looked up at Rhys with her watery eyes. "...Thanks..."
He smiled lightly, bringing up his left hand to delicately wipe away any stray moisture from her face. "No problem beautiful."
"Sorry... I just need a moment to get myself together," she sighed, trying to summon some more strength from deep within herself.
"Take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere," Rhys replied, taking the hat from his head and fitting it back onto Fiona's.
She adjusted it slightly, before tugging at her jacket, squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin. "How do I look?"
"Like you're ready to get back out there and threaten some more people."
An embarrassed smile broke out over her face and she reached out to slap him on his arm. "Well. He deserved it."
"Hey lady... Are you the vault hunter?"
The couple turn to look at a young teenage boy, who was staring at them like they were lunatics. Well, they were, kind of... Making a scene in the middle of the street...
"Yeah, that's me," Fiona answered, looking him up and down. He was watching them like they were loons, but she couldn't detect any hatred coming from him like every other person in town.
The boy looked around, making sure no one else saw him as he spoke with the two outsiders. It was very nearly dark now, and it seemed like everyone was inside already.
He faced the pair and cleared his throat. "Look... My da patrols the town at night, to keep our people safe. He says about a night ago, he saw the outsider lady head up towards the covered bridge, down that away," he gestured, pointing to the outskirts of town where the street lamps faded into the thick wall of mist. "She was by herself... If that's your sister you're looking for... I don't have much faith that she's okay - no one comes back who's been out after the lamps are gone, but... I hope you find her."
Rhys and Fiona looked at each other, before addressing the boy again.
"Thank you!" she called out, turning and almost running in the direction he pointed out.
"Hey, thanks kid, we really appreciate it," the company man nodded, snatching up his bag, digging in and giving the bewildered teenager a stick of jerky, before running off to catch up with his girlfriend.
Night has truly fallen, and the only light available to them now is the faint flickering glow from the street lamps and the light from the overly large moon. The rolling fog that blanketed the area earlier has only thickened with darkness taking over.
Rhys activates his ECHO eye, tracking the foot prints from a pair of shoes around the sparsely wooded area on the edge of town. They are Sasha's size and favorite brand, and they seem to be recent - within the last twenty-four hours. He tells this to Fiona who visibly sags with relief. They haven't found her yet, but they're finally on the right track.
As time passes, they recall the warnings not to be out when the lamps died out, and now they can no longer see the flicker of the tamed flames in town. It is past midnight, and the lights have finally burned out.
Rhys' glowing amber eye pierced through the rolling fog to look up ahead and locate the covered bridge the teenage boy had mentioned. He lifted his robotic hand and activated a beam of light to shoot out of his palm display. He angled it forward until the beam could cut partially through the churning mist and illuminate part of the structure of this bridge.
"I think Sasha had to come through here, her footsteps were leading up this way for sure."
"Can you see what's on the other side?"
"Too much fog right now, we have to cross the bridge first."
Breaching the entrance to this large covered bridge, darkness almost fully envelops the pair as their heeled boots clip and thump against the wooden floorboards. The company man raises the intensity of his light beam, guiding them closer to the end of the bridge. The mist on the other side seems somehow thicker, his light barely able to penetrate through its opacity.
They step off the bridge and start walking over hard packed dirt, following Sasha's trail deeper into the forest. The shrouded mist before them is so dense that they have to slow down to make sure that they're still following in the Pandoran woman's steps. Fiona steps closer to Rhys, even wrapping a hand over the sleeve of his metal bicep, because any misstep could easily separate them in this low visiblity. This was a missing person hunt for one, no need to add anyone else to the list.
After a couple of minutes of tracing carefully over Sasha's tracks, the two of them glance at each other as they can hear what sounds like distant galloping fast approaching. They turn to look behind them and the sound of hooves striking the hard packed dirt grows closer. Becoming uneasy, the couple share a look and Fiona begins to pull Rhys along, heading back towards the covered bridge that stretched over the rushing river below. At least for sure they know there's some kind of shelter to be had there.
Just as they make out the roof of the bridge a little bit away, they look behind them once more as the growing volume of someone or something approaching sounds like it's right at their backs.
The clouds above break, moonlight shining down and illuminating the churning mist in the distance. The fog parts suddenly, and out from its depths surges an equine-like creature with a rider cloaked in shadows. What causes the couple alarm is that the head of the rider appears to be a pumpkin, a crude face sawed out of its husk and spewing flames from its holes. It seems to set its sights on the only other people in the clearing, and after rearing its horse in a show of excitement, it heads straight for the couple like a bat out of hell.
They both turn and make a run for it, sprinting across the now visible clearing and just beginning to make it across the wooden floorboards as the rider draws closer. Rhys looks behind him just as the rider stops before the bridge and takes hold of its own head. The rider winds back and hurtles the flaming pumpkin towards them. Rhys shouts for Fiona and grabs her, pulling her down with him in an attempt to dodge the attack.
As they're falling, they can feel the heat from the fire and the force of the pumpkin fly pass them and explode further up on the bridge. They land hard and twist to look behind them to see... Nothing.
There's no rider on the other side of the bridge. The mist is flowing calmly as if there was never a disturbance.
They turn simultaneously to look for the smashed pumpkin, but there is no jagged pieces of rind exploded on the floorboards like they expect there to be.
Sitting up, they look at each other in complete confusion.
"Okay... That really just happened to us, right?"
"Yeah..." Fiona answers distantly, seeming preoccupied with trying to find a reason as to what the hell just happened.
"So we're not crazy right? Some whacko was really just chasing us, chucking flaming vegetables at us right?"
"Yeah..."
Rhys looks over Fiona and helps her up. "Hey, are you okay? You're not hurt or anything Fi?"
Fiona is staring hard into the distance, where the violent rider had emerged.
"Fi?"
Fiona turns to look at Rhys, a hard look across her face. "Rhys... The last time Sasha was seen was where that pumpkin bastard came out from. Maybe he's got something to do with Sasha disappearing... Listen, go back to the hotel and wait for me there, it's too dangerous to take you along."
"No, no way am I leaving you to go off by yourself after we just met that... That galloping ghost or whatever!"
"Come on, be reasonable here. Even if I gave you a spare gun, would you be able to hit anything with it considering your poor aim?"
"Hey! I've been practicing I'll have you know-"
"Oh yeah? So you're telling me that you're confident that you can actually shoot at and hit your target?"
"Yes!"
Fiona leveled him with a flat stare.
"...And by yes I mean maybe...! A strong maybe."
She sighed. "Juuust as I thought..."
"Look, that doesn't matter anyway because I've got this little doohickey right here~" he preened, opening a digital inventory just like Fiona's, and digitizing a small gun into his hand. He showed it off like it was something special. "What do you think?"
The vault hunter shrugged, crossing her arms across her chest. "What is it, your water jet flosser?"
Atlas' president grinned, unperturbed by her teasing. "Nooo, this is the future of Atlas! A new design for people who have less than ideal aiming skills. Equipped in this power packed pistol is an automatic aim assist, or AAA for short."
"Aaa?" Fiona repeated, incredulous.
His bright smile never left though. "You got it! See, the technology here is two-fold: the actual pistol locks onto your chosen target, then the bullets have a teeny tiny little tracker as the actual bullet head. No way can anyone miss with this bad boy! Buuut, it's a prototype, not officially ready for the market yet. Soon! But not yet."
Fiona was doubtful, but Rhys seemed pretty proud of his little experimental gun, plus some back up to fight this apparition would be nice... What other choice did she have.
"Alright, fine - but on one condition," she pointed a turquoise tipped finger in his face. "Once your shield is low, come back to the bridge to hide until it fully recharges again, do you understand?"
"Well, yeah I get it, but I don't have a shield," he answered, perplexed.
"You're taking mine," she answered, deactivating her shield and removing it from her belt. She clipped it onto Rhys' belt and it flared to life, gradually recharging even amidst his protests.
"Whoa, no no no no, I can't take your shield! You need that!"
She quirked a brow at him in response. "You're gonna need it more, plus out of the two of us, I'm faster on my feet. And don't worry too much about it, I've got a backup in my inventory."
She cycled through her digital items, selecting the other shield she had in her inventory. It wasn't too much weaker than the one she had given her boyfriend, so she didn't feel too exposed as she clipped it on and it rapidly charged to full capacity.
"Now, we've gotta come up with a solid plan on how to deal with Mr. Dramatic," Fiona started, watching as Rhys shoved his AAA pistol down his waistband and put the bag of jerky in the now empty slot in his digital inventory.
"Ooh, Mr. Dramatic, that's nice - but what about Captain Dramatic? Sounds funnier."
The vault hunter rolled her eyes. "Rhys, focus."
"Okay. But just hear me out... Doctor Dramatic, huh? Huh? Come on, you can't tell me that it doesn't sound funny and dastardly."
Okay... This was gonna be a while.
Stepping through the dense fog was anxiety inducing, it almost felt like it was purposefully moving against them and keeping the enemy from sight. At any moment, he could burst through the wall of mist and be upon them in seconds. They really had to strain their senses to catch even the slightest of changes to their environment.
Always aware, all of the time.
They didn't know how much time had passed, but soon it started to feel as if they were safe. Perhaps... Perhaps they had imagined a headless cloaked rider who threw flaming pumpkins at strangers in the woods. Certainly the idea itself was crazy - a far-fetched notion born from lack of sleep and constant worry.
The Pandoran stopped and tugged on her boyfriend's arm, pulling him to a stop alongside her. He had been stalking around just as on edge as she was, and it sort of felt silly to be walking around in circles in the middle of the woods at night. It was late in the year and night at this time of the autumn season was cold and wet. Truthfully, they could just continue to follow Sasha's boot prints rather than waste anymore time on this wild rakk chase-
A sudden glow to their left drew her eye, and immediately she shoved Rhys out of the way, jumping back herself as another flaming pumpkin crashed into the ground where they had been standing. Flaming bits of the jack-o-lantern pelted their shields, but that was of less concern than the rider on the massive steed that had just appeared.
His dark form cleaved through the fog, heading straight towards Fiona as another incendiary jack-o-lantern appeared instantly in his waiting hand.
"Rhys, remember the plan!" she called out, turning and drawing Doctor Dramatic after her as she sprinted towards the bridge for the second time that night.
If he answered back, she couldn't hear him over the sound of the horse's hooves galloping after her, and quickly gaining speed.
She ducked and rolled to the side as another firey pumpkin was thrown at her back, depleting her shield's capacity entirely. She hid behind a large tree by the edge of the clearing, trying to catch her breath as she brought out her assault rifle.
Checking the status of her recharge rate, she watched her shield capacity as it quickly started to fill up from zero. 'Okay, so pumpkins that happen to be on fire are very damaging and dangerous, noted.' She checked to make sure her safety was off before peeking around the edge of the trunk.
Fiona's ECHO rang and she answered it automatically without thinking. She was used to being contacted while crouched behind cover as bullets and/or axes whizzed by her (such was the life of a vault hunter), so this time was no different.
"Yeah?" she answered curtly, emptying a full clip into the horseman as he stormed towards her, before dropping back down behind her cover. The rider took a good sixty bullets to the chest like a sponge - this was not gonna be as easy as she'd hoped. She began swapping the empty clip for a new one when the caller spoke.
"Hey Fi, sorry it took forever to-"
"Sasha?!"
"Yeah?"
Fiona was half relieved, half incredulous in this moment. "Sasha, where have you been? Where are you? Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine, my ECHO just up and died on me, so I had to leave the creepy little town I was in to go to the city for the nearest repair shop-"
"I thought something bad had happened to you!"
"Nah, you know me, I can handle myself. Did you come all this way just for me? I can see from your ECHO location that you're in that old town I was in - it's creepy right? The vibes in that place are totally off-"
Another flaming pumpkin was thrown against her cover, bits of tree bark and pumpkin rind still on fire were raining down next to her crouched figure.
"Sasha, look... Rhys and I are in the middle of something right now, so I'll call you when we're done."
"Ew, I really don't wanna know that..."
Fiona's face burned red. "It's- NO it's not-" The vault hunter sighed in frustration over the sound of her sister's light giggles.
"I'm just teasing~ Enjoy your date and call me later. Bye Fi!"
"Bye, brat..." the Pandoran woman stashed her ECHO device away, turning to help her boyfriend finish this thing off.
Rhys was following the plan, drawing the horseman's attention to him by running and firing an entire clip into his broad back. Doctor Dramatic turned the horse and started charging at the young CEO. She couldn't hear him from across the clearing, but she could certainly imagine the sound of the yelp he let out as he fell back behind some cover.
She shot out of her hiding spot and ran down the edge of the treeline, keeping her sights locked onto their opponent. When he got too close to the small boulder that her boyfriend was taking cover behind, she stopped and lifted her assault rifle to point it at the rider's back.
She used the sights to aim because any stray bullet could miss and possibly hit Rhys, and even though he had a great shield, she still didn't want to take any chances. As soon as she had the middle of his cloaked back in view, she pulled the trigger and shot massive amounts of hot lead into their pursuer.
The rider seemed to lurch forward, dropping a pumpkin and almost falling from the force of being shot at, and Fiona started to hope that this would be the end of it. But her hope was fleeting as he seemed to shake off the attack and right himself in his saddle. He turned, and reached out to his side, materializing a sword out of nowhere. He swung it in a graceful but powerful arc, the sharp blade singing as it cut through the cloudy air.
'Oh shit...' she thought, having no time to panick as he forced his mount to start barreling towards her.
She threw the large gun onto her back and booked it towards the bridge. Drawing the vegetable tossing rider closer to the only safe space they had was part of the plan. She could just make out the roof ridge in the distance, its peak high enough that the mist seemed to thin closer to the top.
But the rider was on her sooner than she expected.
She heard the singing of the blade as it swung towards her from behind.
Rhys' shout in the distance, the heavy billowing breaths from the horse, the blade cleaving through everything with no resistance. Everything was happening all so fast and there was no time to react.
The sword sliced right through her shield, immediately making it crash to zero. In the arc of the same swing, the edge of the blade cut cleanly through her neck. Or it would have, but Rhys was unloading the last of his bullets into the rider and that altered Doctor Dramatic's aim. Instead of decapitating her, the sharp edge of the blade cut upwards and sliced through Fiona's hat.
She landed hard on the ground, her breath getting punched right out of her as the rider changed direction and started heading for the company man. She looked ahead of her as her beloved hat - now in two evenly halved pieces - tumbled onto the ground in front of her.
'My hat...!' she despaired, staring at what was left of it in absolute heartbreak.
Her eyes hardened and she pushed herself up, the fury of a thousand bullymongs making her seek not only victory, but revenge now.
Rhys pulls the trigger to his prototype gun, frowning at the empty clicking sound it was making. "Out of bullets already? Note to self: get the R&D department to extend the cliiIIIIP-"
He dropped down and covered his head as the horseman rode up to him and swung his blade over the young CEO. Fiona was on the other side of the clearing, and whatever she was doing was making enough noise that it drew the rider's attention again. This close to Doctor Dramatic, Rhys could activate his ECHO eye and see that the being sitting on top of the steed really had no head... His entire bodily form seemed as if it was constructed of shifting shadows. Even his gleaming, deadly blade looked as if it was made out of solidified moonlight.
Before Rhys could take in any more details, the horseman kicked off and raced back towards Fiona. He couldn't see his girlfriend from this perspective, the bodies of the rider and his steed obscuring his view. But she was still fussing with something by the sounds of it, so she needed more time. But he had nothing left...! Nothing, except for that one thing...
The vault hunter slides the last of the rockets into the chamber, loading the launcher properly as her enemy comes barreling towards her. As she flicks the safely off and moves to lift the giant weapon, she can hear her boyfriend shout from behind the fast approaching rider, "IT LOOKS LIKE YOU NEED A HAND!"
From behind the horseman she can see Rhys lift his cybernetic arm, leveling it at Doctor Dramatic's back before it explodes out of his sleeve and rockets towards his cloaked back. Rhys'... Mechanical fist strikes the rider down, making him tumble off of his horse. The horse then collapses into a cloud of smoke, blending with the fog swirling around.
The rider stands up and redraws his sword, but before he can come any closer, Fiona fires her rocket launcher at him, the kickback almost knocking her off her feet. The projectiles meet Doctor Dramatic, a massive explosion obliterating their relentless attacker in a rain of pumpkin guts that gets splattered all over them.
The vault hunter flinched upon impact, taking a moment to lower her heavy weapon from off her shoulder to rest at her feet, reaching up to wipe away stringy orange innards and pumpkin seeds from her face.
The head of Atlas jogs over to her, stopping midway through to retrieve his robotic forearm from the pile of pumpkin innards, shaking it off before walking over to her.
"Well... That was eventful."
She looked down at the partial arm he held in his left hand. "So when were you gonna tell me about that?"
Rhys shrugged, the beginnings of a shy smile twitching at his lips. "Eh, it's also, sort of... A prototype. I don't even have a name for it. Got the idea from a video game, heh."
He held out his partially empty sleeve towards her, and she reached over her rocket launcher to start rolling up the fabric. Once it was up over his elbow joint, he fit his mechanical forearm over the slotted edges and sealed it back in place. He flexed his metal hand to ensure everything was synced up properly.
"Hey... Did you say anything cool when you fired your rocket at him?"
The Pandoran tilted her head, "Why would I?"
"Aww, it's just, you missed an opportunity to say something badass like 'Take two of these and don't call me in the morning,' ya know, because we called him Doctor Dramatic? It would have been cool and funny..."
She scoffed in amusement, shaking her head at him. "Rhys, I think you're mixing up being a vault hunter with a movie star," she said as she dematerialized her launcher back into her digital inventory. "So is that what that whole 'Looks like you need a hand' thing was about?"
Clearly embarrassed, Atlas' president cleared his throat and brushed a hand down his jacket, flicking off pieces of wet pumpkin pulp. "By the way... I got a text from Sasha that said 'winky-face' so I'm assuming she's okay."
"Yeah, she called me in the middle of all that and told me her ECHO device had just died, but she's fine. I told her I'd call her back after we were done, so let's start heading back."
He pulled up his palm display and began entering a short message to Sasha as they headed towards the covered bridge. "I'm checking her location now and it says she's nearby. I'll text her back and ask her to meet us at the hotel."
"Great..." Fiona managed around a yawn, so glad that this awful situation was finally over with. "Hey, thanks for everything by the way. I couldn't have done it without you." She smiled tiredly up at her boyfriend.
He reached out and tucked some of her hair back behind her ear. "Hey, that's what husbands are for, right?"
She chuckled and reached up to flick a pumpkin seed off of the tip of his ear. "Whatever Mr. Rocket Fist..."
Rhys nudges the woman at his side and says "I don't know about you, but this has kinda put me in the mood for some pumpkin pie... What about you?"
"...Rhys... As much as I love you, I will strangle you. I don't wanna see another pumpkin for a long, long time."
"Aww, you said it first this time...! I love you too Fi."
Fiona looks over at him incredulously. "I want a divorce..."
Rhys shrugged, a bashful smile on his face. "What can I say, I just find you so cute when you're violent."
Fiona rolled her eyes, but as always, couldn't mask her affection for the dork by her side. She linked their pumpkin stained hands together and pulled him down for a quick kiss. When they broke, she looked up at him with a tired smile and said "Let's head back to the hotel and clean up, this is officially the worst honeymoon ever."
They turn and start walking hand in hand across the dark and quiet bridge, back towards the edge of town.
"A shower and a bed sounds really nice right about now..."
Fiona smirked. "Even better than a pumpkin pie?"
Rhys snickered, slinging his arm over his girlfriend's shoulders and pulling her against him. "You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?"
"I could be persuaded to forget... With a little monetary incentive..."
"Of course, what else should I have expected?"
Fiona wrapped her arm around his slim waist, allowing them to press closer then before. "Well, I'll be nice and give you the soon-to-be ex-husband discount, of course."
"Ooh how generous, my sweet, kind hearted, vault hunter soon-to-be ex-wife~"
Fiona chuckled, nudging him lightly. "Dork..."
Entering the double doors of the hotel, the tired couple were immediately greeted by the one person they came to find. Sasha looked damn near radiant, breaking out into a big smile as soon as she saw them.
"It took you two long enough," she quipped, way too chipper for the likes of the incredibly exhausted pair.
"Shut up~" Fiona groaned playfully, stepping over to give her sister a hug.
She was stopped when Sasha held up a hand with a slight grimace. "Save the hugs for later, when you're not covered in..." She waved her hand in a vague gesture over the two of them. "Whatever this is."
"Fair enough," the older sister shrugged, dragging herself towards the stairs with her lanky boyfriend in tow. "Shower first, hugs later..."
"Actually," Sasha called out, "just get your bags, I'll drive us to the big city so we can get some five star take-out and bedding with a high thread count. My treat."
Rhys and Fiona sighed in unison at the thought of such luxuries after the ordeal they just had. Quality food and quality bedding sounded nothing short of heavenly in this moment. They quickly mumbled their agreement, heading off to fetch their belongings.
After retrieving their bags and coming down, they spotted Lady Van Tassel by the check-in desk. Something had soured her once sweet demeanor, and now she was watching them leave with clear irritation on her features.
"Sorry Lady," Rhys spoke, apologizing for such a quick exit. "We're canceling the remaining reservation but I'm happy to pay you for the night."
He took a step towards her when Sasha put a hand on his arm to stop him. "Go sit in the backseat with Fi, I'll pay for your stay. After all, you came all this way just for me, it's the least I can do."
"Oh, are you sure? Thanks, Sasha, I owe you one," he promised, eager to finally get some rest. "Thank you again Lady Van Tassel, goodbye...!" He turned and both he and Fiona make their way over to the car, the two already practically asleep on their feet.
If Rhys would have waited to see the older woman's reaction, he would've witnessed the scowl full of hate she was no longer able to hide.
Sasha looked over at her coolly, aware of who she really was. "Your attempt on their lives is payment enough, right... Witch?"
Lady Van Tassel glares sharply at her, but says nothing.
The younger Pandoran woman smiles knowingly, before turning and leaving the hotel behind her, making her way over to the car. Fiona and Rhys were just snuggling in together in the back when Sasha settled into the driver's seat. The company man had already inserted the key into the ignition, so all she had to do was start it.
She pulled out from the parking spot, turning the wheel easily and driving through the town. She glanced down to her right to see a plastic bag on the passenger seat. Slowing down to check its contents, she laughs quietly to herself as she finds it's full with sticks of jerky.
Continuing the drive, she finally makes it out of town and starts heading towards the cluster of city lights in the far off distance. Glancing in the rear view mirror, she smiles at the sight of the couple leaning against each other, fast asleep. Rhys was already starting to drool and Fiona was snoring softly, both of them clutching their luggage like teddy bears to their pumpkin stained chests.
This story was heavily inspired by Tim Burton's movie "Sleepy Hollow". Who doesn't love a good headless horseman?
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⚡️⚡️ RO-TO-TO! VIDEO INCOMING. ⚡️⚡️
[IT SEEMS THIS VIDEO WAS DELAYED IN UPLOAD! THE TRUE START DATE IS 10/11/2023 @ 6:56 A.M.]
... Well, this feels like somewhere different.
A notification displaying the words “POKÉFINDER ACTIVATED. IT’S RECOMMENDED TO DEACTIVATE POKÉFINDER BEFORE CREATING A VIDEO LOG.” appears against a black screen, options “TURN OFF; CONTINUE” showing below it a few moments later. A small beep seems to repeat itself, much like someone pressing a controller button impatiently to hurry through a cutscene. The continue option is chosen, some low-pitch static grumbling behind the lack of light.
After some pause, the feed flickers on; facing towards Derek, who is laying on the bare ground in his new adventuring outfit, dead asleep. I shove my hat up, which had been covering a small portion of the camera, quickly floating around the surrounding scene. We seem to be in a forest! I’m not going to pretend where the path went, at this point I’d only just now woken up myself. There’s still more greens in the foliage than there are the oranges and reds of fall, but they’re there nonetheless; the awkward lighting of sunrise doesn’t help to identify this, though; horrible time to possess a camera.
“DEREK? DEREK!!!”
I zip over to him, shoving and kicking his arm, despite dealing no damage.
“DEREK I SWEAR TO THE TAPU! WHERE THE F?CK ARE WE????”
In a spur-of-the-moment final decision, I try to thundershock the guy; despite the plasma failing to even lock to the ground. Instead, the camera’s light dims for a minute, restoring to full brightness once the sparks cease flying.
“ . . . THREE HOURS. THREE. HOURS. I FALL ASLEEP FOR THREE HOURS AND YOU MANAGE TO-”
The man tosses, seeming to wince, despite still being asleep. He tensely grabs his opposing hand’s wrist, holding both of them against his chest, inconsistently shivering regardless of the lukewarm temperature. I back up, pausing for a minute, before shooting off in a different direction with a frustrated sigh.
“OF COURSE THIS HAPPENS NOW. AS SOON AS I LET MY GUARD DOWN! THIS IS RIDICULOUS. WE’RE GOING TO BE STUCK OUT HERE FOR WEEKS AND HE’S JUST GOING TO FORCE ME TO EAT BERRIES FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE AND I’LL NEVER TASTE GOOD POKEMON FOOD AGAIN AND-”
“OW”
The camera jolts down for a moment, the Pokéfinder UI bugging out in response. I spin around towards the surroundings at first, a quiet collection of giggling(?) filling the back of the audio, almost echoing as it does. Finally, I look down at the ground, noticing an Apricorn on the ground with an obvious flat indent in the skin. Following picking up the material, the laughing uproars, now more recognizable as what sounds like a pair of women cackling from… I don’t know, an astray dirt path that they wandered down?
“OH HAR HAR, VERY FUNNY. IT’S GONNA TAKE MORE THAN A PINK APRICORN TO CATCH A ROTOM LIKE ME, THOUGH. BUZZ OFF.”
“AGH”
The only laugh after this comically genius follow up is significantly smaller than the few captured before, interrupted by a quiet, distorted “ack-!” and what sounds like some unintelligible discipline. The smaller voice whines, like a child that didn’t quite get what it wanted. Being able to tell which direction the voices are coming from, I angle the camera upwards.
... To present absolutely nothing. Seriously, even now I can’t tell what the Pokefinder picked up. I don’t think there’s even anything actually there.
Whiirrr?
I roll my eyes, floating backwards some before fully turning around, starting to reluctantly float back to Derek’s makeshift “campsite”. Repetitive berry dishes are probably way better than Sky Apricorns, anyways. Could you even eat those?
Whiirrcchp...
Oh great. A secondary mystery creature. There are some small, quick footsteps following me from behind; between each step a soft whirr, equivalent to the sound of a working wind-up toy. I’m either too angry to notice it, or simply ignoring it here, but playing back the recording is making me realize how completely not quiet the fellow Pokémon was.
Chrchrchr.....?
I think I’ve had just about enough of this.
“WOULD YOU QUIT LAUGHING AT M-”
“ . . . . . was that YOU?”
⚡️⚡️ RO-TO-TO! VIDEO END. ⚡️⚡️
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Hi. It's been a minute. Or two. Or three.
This will be a lengthy and definitely dramatic post, but for me, this is the official goodbye that I didn't do before. I'm not sure who this will reach, but if you're new here, you likely do not know me. but maybe youll read this through because you need a wake up call about social media. But if you do recognize this name and profile picture, we need a restart.
I am Roonie, was also known as Vickeroonie. I was a Ranboo enthusiast and Ranboo artist on Twitter, but I deactivated my account. Permanently. (No, this is not my coming back to the internet post. Sorry.)
I felt that I am ready to finally talk about why I suddenly left, and there's 2 reasons for that.
1. Mental health.
I remember the day that I realized that the platform I made myself was slowly rotting me inside out. I just got burnt out. Burn out was a thing that I had struggled with constantly with my time on social media, and I felt the constant need to make and post art to my followers. I was afraid of seeing that follower count drop. Which if you (yes, you) relate to that fear, take a break. Take a step back. Whether thats 2 days, a week, a month, or even just 2 hours. Turn off notifications, and come back later.
2. The outside world. (Touch grass. It's healthy.)
I spent so much time on my phone and on the internet to the point where I'd separate myself from the people who are most important to me. My family, best friends, even my pets. I put myself in a box that I locked myself in. I thought I had found closure and people to relate to online, (which I did. I miss some of you, friends.) But at the same time, I realized i put myself on display. The amount of hours I'd spend scrolling through comments about me, or what I posted, and how'd I'd be on the edge of my seat hoping that no one had something bad to say about me was a constant thing in the back of my head. That's not healthy. At all.
So, I deleted everything. When I say deleted, I mean, deactivate what I could, and stay as far away as I can from that app.
You can't erase everything you post, and you have to make ammends with that. My stuff will always be out there somehow. I'm okay with that.
So to wrap this all up with a bow on top, I am happy now. I've been so much happier and healthier from this decision I made and I dont regret not one bit. This whole post is definitely dramatic, but I'll think of it as an official goodbye from Roonie, to the internet. It was a great run :)
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