Summer is almost over here, and itâs that time for another cleanup. If youâd like to:
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Hey Everybody!  I know itâs been a minute since Iâve been here, but Iâve missed you guys.
Iâm hoping to start writing a little bit again probably just short drabbles and such until I get my writing legs back (hopefully! LOL) But before I do, I thought I should update my tag list.Â
So, here is the last list I used. If you want off, just do nothing, itâs that simple. Â
If you want to stay, or be added, just let me know.
Thanks so much and HAPPY SPRING!!!Â
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Spring is in the air, and itâs that time again to do a cleanup. Below the cut are all of my tag lists. If youâd like to:
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Thank you all so much for your continued support and encouragement! I truly appreciate all of the amazing and kind comments, feedback, and messages from everyone âĽď¸
Hi frens. Since it takes me so long to update series at the best of times, and Iâm going to be restarting/rewriting both of my TRR series, I thought Iâd do a post to see if people still want their tags! Iâve literally never done a taglist update so half the people I went to tag are deactivated now haha.
Let me know if you would like to stay tagged or added to a different list, and if you donât, just ignore this and Iâll take you off, itâs all good! I promise thereâll be no hard feelings if you donât want a tag on a two year old series lol (or anything for that matter).
AKA, a little update and a tag list clean up for good measure
So, 2022 has started with a lot of upheaval in a lot of realms of my life. Professional, familial, and personal health have all been unsettled in pretty significant ways. A couple of you know some of the details, and I definitely feel weird complaining about my life with everything happening in the world, but itâs all just been a lot. Quite frankly, that led to some pretty intense writerâs block. Not only that, but I know from experience that this place can mess with my mental health, particularly when Iâm stressed. Since my mental health was one realm of my life that felt stable, I didnât want to chance that.
So, in my typical wordy fashion, this is a bit of an explanation for my absence, both as a writer and from responding to any tags. I always feel terrible ignoring both my fic and all the lovely people here who tag me. So this is my apology for my unexpected and unexplained absence as I dealt with my personal shit.
As the dust settles on many of my personal stressors and I look to get back into my fic (which I do miss terribly), I figured now is a decent time for a tag list clean up. As usual, my tag lists are opt in, meaning that if I donât hear from you, you will fall off my tag lists. You have until April 1 to interact (like, comment, reblog, message) until I purge my lists. If you donât want any more tags, do nothing, and youâll be done with annoyances from me!
Iâve included what I think are my most up to date tag lists below. Also note, I have some fic in the works for a couple of new fandoms (Wayhaven Chronicles, Mind Blind), so my permatag list is now a âAll Choicesâ tag.
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If you would like to remain tagged please let me know either here or by message. I hate the idea of tagging you no longer wish to be tagged. If I donât hear from you after a couple of days Iâll take it as you no longer wish to be tagged.
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The TRR gang and Cordonia belong to Pixelberry, Iâm just completely ruining changing their lives.
Series Summary: Elyse Sandoval has always been the perfect daughter, willing to do whatever was needed to protect her motherâs ambitions. But when she is promised to a powerful and dangerous King, she learns how far she is willing to go to stay out of his clutches.
Series TItle Inspiration: Stay Alive by Hidden Citizens
Chapter Summary: Elyse's life is turned upside down when her mother enters her into a deal she can't refuse
Song Inspiration: Weight of Everything by Ill Factor, Katie Garfield
Rating/Warnings: M (18+ only), language, references to murder and sexual harassment, non-consensual relationship.
A/N: I promised myself I'd focus on my series in progress, but an idea popped into my head and I had to write it out. Thank you to @alyssalauren and @txemrn for encouraging this wild idea, and @txemrn for pre-reading. I am tagging my permas/TRR/Drake people for the start of this, even though it is not my usual Drake pairing. Please let me know if you would like to be added or removed â¤ď¸
The walls feel like theyâre closing in on me.
A completely ludicrous thought, I am well aware. But it doesnât stop the stifling feeling. I try to catch my breath as I wander about the spacious gallery, stopping to search the faces of each of the portraits that line the walls. Each one dons the same expression, the same mask of propriety firmly in place.
I know the expression well. Itâs one that I affix to my face every day.
I stop as I reach the end of the room, staring at the blank space on the wall. It is clear that it wasnât always this way, the faded paint suggests that another frame once was placed among the others, removed for a reason I dare not guess.
This country is full of secrets, ones that I am not privy to as an outsider. A welcomed guest, but no matter what my mother is attempting, we are outsiders all the same.
As I look around the room, I hear her laugh echoing from the ballroom next door, grounding me from my daydreams. I canât help but tense at the sound, sure that she is finding some other way of ingratiating herself into the royal court. While she thrives in these environments, I would much rather be at home in Auvernal, locked away in my chambers of our country estate. But it doesnât matter what I want. Change is coming; I can feel it in the air. I donât know how much longer Iâll be able to call my life my own.
Not that it is now.
Being one of my motherâs daughters has always come with a level of expectation. Even when I am home, the tabloids are quick to notice and point out all of my flaws. Years of practice have given me heavy armor, a deceptive smile that fools even the most well-trained eye.
I glance at the blank space again, wondering what happened for a moment before the largest portrait commands my attention. I walk towards it, studying the face of the foreign king. I have heard tales of Constantine, about the lengths that he will go to conserve his power. There are many whispers about the fates of all three of his wives, the last passing only a few months ago. It was rumored that he had deemed her too old, desiring someone younger to openly share his bed. I shudder, my mind flashing to the way he watched me during the last few balls; like he does not know if I am a threat, or worse, something to be conquered. I am not foolish enough to openly cross him; so instead, I make myself as hidden as possible.
I shift again, catching sight of myself in the mirror, running my hands along the lace panels of my dress. Itâs not my style at all; I feel like a vestal virgin, a lamb about to be sacrificed for the greater good. But when it was presented to me, I didnât have the energy to fight a losing battle with my mother. She was already exasperated by the time she got to my room, fatigued from battling with both of my sisters for the afternoon.
My older sister Emery has always been the strong one, the one willing to fight to make sure her opinions are known. My younger sister, Elodie, is the epitome of a free spirit, having little regard or concern for othersâ perceptions. They do not care that my mother has higher aspirations than being a lady of the court, that our reputations can influence her future, influence our futures. Which leaves me in the middle: the ever dutiful daughter, constantly striving to keep the peace in our home.
I fucking hate it.
I can feel my motherâs presence before she even clears her throat. I turn, shifting my expression to hide my true emotions. Thereâs no point in telling her how I feel. Sheâs in rare form tonight, donning the mask of Lady Margot with this unfamiliar court studying us. She has completely erased any of the warmth that she sometimes shows at home. I know why, where her true goals lie. She plans on becoming queen as soon as her duplicitous cousin is removed from the throne. My mother and her allies have already set the plan into motion, all but guaranteeing her the crown as long as she can secure the support of other powerful nations.
She has never told me directly, but I suspect that is the point of all these âgoodwillâ missions that she keeps dragging me on. Cordonia is more than our closest neighbor; our countries have a long and storied history together. I should know. My mother insisted that I learned as much as possible about our past alliance before setting foot in this godforsaken palace.
âElyse,â her voice coldly calls from the doorway, causing my back to snap straighter. âIâve been looking for you.â
âIâm not feeling well,â I lie, trying to keep my nerves steady. My voice feels strangled in my throat. I donât want to be in that room, with those people. But based on the look written on her face, I donât have a choice. âI was thinking of heading to my room for the night.â
âYou will do no such thing,â she says as she steps towards me. She takes my shoulders, leading me towards the mirror. She smiles at our reflections, and I foolishly let it comfort me for a mere moment. She brushes my hair over my shoulder, my long, dark hair cascading along my back. To most, there is very little resemblance between my mother and me, most of my features inherited from a father I have never known. My mother has always viewed marriage as nothing more than a stepping stone, using her wiles to grow her already considerable power. Each of her three husbands were discarded as soon as they outgrew their usefulness, leaving her with another daughter and one step closer to her goal.
It is a lesson that sheâs tried to ingrain in her children, but we all fight it with every fiber of our beings. I have seen the toll, the loneliness she feels when she thinks she is alone. It is a fate I refuse to accept for myself. I steady my breath as she shifts us both towards the exit, âCome now, the King has been asking for you.â
All warmth is leached from my bones. Why is he asking about me? I try to ignore the drop in my stomach, but itâs useless. Nothing good comes from garnering his attention. I glance at my mother and let my fears settle with her confident smile. Despite everything else, I know she will keep me safe from harm. The only thing that rivals my motherâs lust for power is her protectiveness of her daughters.
We entered the grand ballroom and I am swept away for a moment in the fairytale laid out in front of me. The lights from the overhead chandeliers bathe everything in an ethereal glow, amplifying the opulence of the gold fixtures and marble accents. I have been to plenty of events at the palace back home, but it doesnât compare to here. Every step I take into the room pulls me deeper into the fantasy, the dazzling ballgowns and hum of jubilant laughter disguising the truth that lurks beneath the surface.
But just as quickly as I am swept away, a chill creeps down my spine, pulling me back to reality. As I lower my gaze, I am met with the steely gaze of the man I would do anything to avoid. King Constantine holds court in the center of the room, looking every bit the powerful leader he claims to be. He has held his position for decades, maintaining Cordoniaâs power despite threats from far larger nations. The stress of leading has clearly impacted his appearance, looking much older than his years. He is just shy of sixty, but the deep-set lines that frame his features suggest more years. He isnât completely unattractive if old white men with pompous smiles are your type. But for me; Constantine makes my skin crawl.
I instinctively take a step back when he meets my gaze, willing to do anything to get out of his line of sight. But my motherâs hand tightens around my arm, dragging me further into the fray. I try to keep my guarded smile in place, but it withers under his stare, growing more and more heated with each approaching step.
My mother deposits me at the Kingâs side before smiling brightly up at him, âHere she is, Your Majesty. Elyse, your manners,â she mutters as she gives me a stern look. âBow to King Constantine.â
I dip my body down, consciously avoiding the way he studies every inch of me. I feel like an animal trapped in a snare, the hunter leveling his weapon down at me. I force my lips to curve, âIt is an honor to be here tonight, Your Majesty.â
I place my hand in his, my stomach lurching as his lips linger on my knuckles. As soon as he drops it, I bring my hand straight to my side, subtly wiping the patch of skin he touched on the back of my dress.
âThe honor is all mine, Lady Elyse,â Constantine answers as his eyes roam my body. He steps closer to my side, his hand skimming the bodice of my dress. He lowers his voice, âYou look breath-taking this evening.â
âThank you, your majesty.â I suppress my natural instinct to shove him away, to press my heel into the base of his skull until his lecherous hands can no longer touch what isnât his. But I dare not say another word, dare not move a muscle as the back of his fingers continue to linger, searching for any piece of bare skin. I suck in a heavy breath as his hand settles on my lower back, my eyes widening towards my mother. But thereâs nothing that reflects my shock and fear in her expression, almost as if this was exactly what she was expecting.
Constantine lets out a deep chuckle, his light-hearted expression showing none of the tension in our exchange. It is easy to see why so many are fooled by his jovial exterior; the man oozes charm and charisma like none other. But as his fingers dig into my flesh, it reminds me that everyone in this room knows exactly who he is, exactly what he is capable of. He smiles towards my mother, âI believe it is time, Lady Margot.â
She nods, taking my clenched hand from my side. I exhale for a moment, savoring the brief sliver of relief that our conversation is over, that I have survived this round relatively unscathed. But then my brow furrows, watching helplessly as my mother takes my hand and deposits it in Constantineâs waiting palm. He clasps it with an uneasy possession, pulling me in the opposite direction before I can even ask her why.
My head starts to spin as he leads me through the center of the room, suddenly unable to fill my lungs with air. I search the faces of the people he pulls me past, desperately praying that someone will notice the terror seeping from my eyes. But the crowd seems none the wiser to my plight, their voices growing silent as we cross further into the ballroom. Why would they help me? It is clear I have no friends here. My own mother fed me to the wolves; why would I expect these strangers to care?
By the time we reach the dais, I am certain I am going to be sick, that my body is going to buckle under the waves of crushing anxiety radiating through me. But as Zeus drags me up beside him, I steel my gaze, letting no one else see how my body trembles under the blinding lights for fear of retribution. The throne behind us briefly catches my eye, the dark red velvet reminding me of the women who have sat on it before, of the blood that the King is willing to spill to keep his power in play. I swallow, forcing my fears back down into my chest.
Constantine raises his hand and the room instantly quiets, the hum of the crowd gone as soon as he demands their attention. âLords and Ladies of the court, I apologize for my deception, but I am afraid I havenât been completely honest with all of you...â No one says a word, all eyes fixated on the two of us. âAs many of you are aware, I have been quite lonely since the passing of my wife, Queen Regina.â
Luckily, my fear stops my eyes from rolling at the statement, hoping that no one buys his false grief. Perhaps stop killing your wives, and then you wonât feel so alone, I think to myself before my stomach drops out on me. The sudden weight of his words causes my chest to constrict, searching the crowd for my motherâs face. When I meet her eyes, all she does is nod. She planned this. She used me as a bartering chip for an alliance and sealed me to this tyrant. In the darkest of my nightmares, I never thought this would happen.
My eyes start to prickle with the first inkling of tears as the boisterous king continues. âI am pleased to say that tonight is a celebration, for I have found my new queenâŚâ He tugs on my hand, bringing me in front of his broad frame. He completely eclipses me, making me feel even more helpless. I want to scream, to rip my hand out of his and bolt for the nearest exit. As I pointlessly formulate an escape plan, Constantine lowers himself to one knee. The strength with which he grips my fingers causes me to wince. âLady Elyse, would you do the honor of becoming my wife?â
The word no rips through my skull, desperately attempting to form on my lips. But I know it isnât an option. Constantine might not be my king, but he has the power to make sure that this ruins my life. Hell, to end it if it pleased him. He is not a man that is denied his desires. I do not dare to dream of the consequences of doing so, of humiliating him in front of the entire Cordonian court. I take a steadying breath, hoping that people will assume the tear trickling down my cheek is one of happiness.
A new year is coming, so I figured I would do a tag list clean-up to go into the new year with. Below the cut are all of my tag lists. If youâd like to:
â˘Stay where you are - Please leave a comment or send me a message letting me know. I donât want to bother or annoy anyone if they no longer wish to be tagged. If I donât hear from you by comment or message, Iâm going to assume that means you want off.
â˘Be added - Please leave a comment or send me a message for what youâd like to be added to.
â˘Be removed - You donât have to do anything. I understand, and there are no hard feelings.
Thank you for all of your continued support and encouragement! I truly appreciate all of the kind and amazing comments, feedback, and messages from everyone âĽď¸
Summary: Two people from two different worlds, both with a grudge against relationships, cross paths and discover an opportunity to get something they both want.
Title Inspiration: Arcade - Duncan Laurence
Warning: This series will contain NSFW material and crude language and conversations. If you read, you acknowledge you are 18+
A/N: Thank you to @burnsoslow for prereading. Please excuse any errors.
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Iâm going to need Drake to kick Liamâs and get him to remove his head from it in the process. Aria is so broken, as is LiamâŚthey need each other and one (Liam) needs to be honest with himself and stop listening to that witch. Please please please fix them!!
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Summary: Two people from two different worlds, both with a grudge against relationships, cross paths and discover an opportunity to get something they both want.
Title Inspiration: Stole the Show - Parson James
Warning: This series will contain NSFW material and crude language and conversations. If you read, you acknowledge you are 18+
A/N: Thank you to @burnsoslow for looking over this. Please excuse any errors.
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Oh this series is frustrating. They take one step forward and then like 10 steps backwards. Gah!! Iâm proud of Aria for putting herself out there. Thatâs huge! But Liam, I donât even know what to say about him right now. Iâm so mad at him, not even for the âsituationâ with Jackie (Iâm sure itâs not what it seems ⌠right????). Iâm mad at him for being to goddamn stubborn to get out of his own way and let the best thing to ever happen to him walk away broken. She let him in and trusted him, and he broke her because he couldnât handle his feelings. Boohoo Liam! You will regret that. Aria doesnât strike me as someone willing to give many (if any) second chances. Maybe Drake can smack some sense into Liam or Connie (he seems like a good dad in this one). Im still holding out hope for them in the end, but I think itâs going to be a hard road back for Liam. But that final comment by Liam has me all sorts of riled up. Thatâs a dick move Liam and he deserves the wrath of Aria for saying it. Love that she called his bullshit though. Again, Iâm proud of her this chapter. Liam is a coward ass bitch in this chapter and I am very angry at him right now đ anyway, well done with this one. You have a way with your words that really gets into the feel of the moment and stirs up real emotions in the reader. Like, my heart is conflicted right now. Iâm so mad at Liam but so sad for Aria. I donât like this feeling, please fix them (this was all a bad dream, right?!?!)
Summary: Two people from two different worlds, both with a grudge against relationships, cross paths and discover an opportunity to get something they both want.
Title Inspiration: I Want You All to Myself - Lucie Silvas
Warning: This series will contain *NSFW* material and crude language and conversations. If you read, you acknowledge you are 18+
A/N: Thank you to @burnsoslow for prereading and everyone else who looked over snippets (big or small) for this. Please excuse any errors.
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Finally! đ¤ŁđĽľđĽľ these two were fire together!! But, can we go back to their day date? Liam was willing to take the jet so she wouldnât have to go on the boat? 𼰠such a sweet bean. And he threatened the boat driver 𤣠but it was the name that did it for me, he was so proud of that đđ theyâre are so freaking adorable together. Now, letâs gets those feelings verbalized and agreed upon so babies can happen đ¤Łđ¤Ł and he wonât get out of the bed, he finally got it and isnât about to stop now lol. I canât wait to hear Drakeâs commentary about their night/next day together - he will spot the change in Liam in a second (I feel anyway). Thank you for finally giving them their well-deserved spicy lemons. Anxiously waiting the coronation!
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âAh, fuck!â Olivia swore. She was sitting on the bathroom floor with tweezers in her hand, trying her best to extract a bullet from her arm without spilling her blood over the tiled floor.Â
She managed to pull the bullet out, quickly and cleanly, before pressing a cloth over the open wound to stem the blood flow.Â
Once she had cleaned herself up, she stood and examined her reflection in the mirror. Her red hair was falling out of its high ponytail and her eyeliner was smudged. Aside from the wound in her arm, she miraculously had no other injuries.Â
Because she was that fucking good.
After fixing her eyeliner, Olivia opened the bathroom door and casually traipsed downstairs to the kitchen. She had to maintain appearances.
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âHey baby,â Leo called after he locked the front door behind him. âMissed you.â
He quickly glanced at his reflection in the hallway mirror and licked the cut on his lower lip. Hopefully with the low lighting, Olivia wouldnât notice.
Leo wandered into the kitchen and found his wife sitting at the kitchen island with a bottle of wine uncorked and two glasses filled to the brim. She was reading Vogue and wearing a red silk dressing gown.Â
âHey babe,â she drawled, not looking up from the magazine. âHow was your day?â
Nearly died, Leo almost said.
âEventful,â he finally answered. He gratefully reached out to take one of the glasses of wine and pressed a soft kiss on top of her head. âHow was your day?â
Olivia smiled coyly. Nearly died, she thought.
âDull,â she told him. âSame old, same old.â
Iâm riding the migraine train so why not distract myself?
Well, it is time for you all to see my shame. I legit only edited out finished and posted stories. Ask away. I will display my scarlet WIP for all to see.
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âI briefly dated Bertrand,â Penelope sniffed. âLeo and Madeleine joined us on holiday.â
âUgh, gross!â Riley gasped. âMaxwell!â
âYouâre one to talk. Who hasnât dated Bertrand?â Maxwell shrugged.
âOh, I didnât date him!â Riley protested. âI worked at his first coffee shop and we fooled around twice. Thatâs it!â
âYou used to refer to his dick size as venti,â Maxwell reminded her with a grin. âI wanted you to work out. We coulda been family!â
âWe already are,â Riley threw her arm around Maxwellâs shoulders, grazing Penelope in the process. âIf that dick were attached to someone else, who knows.â
Thank you for marking your favorites, itâs always interesting to see which stories the writer likes best. I need to reread Vengeance, Colette is a badass with such a heartbreaking story. I love her!
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