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part 2 of regency era!ghost x f!reader
you never truly appreciated your solitude until it was being threatened.
honestly.
you didn't know how happy, or at the very least, mildly content, with how alone you've felt all these years until your husband decided to barge into your life.
you've endured endless rumours about an unconsummated marriage because the man can't bear to be in your presence for more than five minutes. you've endured whispers, snickers and odd looks from noblemen, women and commoners alike because your own husband deems you unfit to be his wife and he didn't have to say it out loud to any of them.
his presence used to be something you longed for. even the mere crinkle at the corners of his eyes to indicate a smile would've been a milestone achieved (not that you've ever achieved it). the mere touch of his fingers against your hand would leave you elated for the rest of the day.
but now?
your spine grows taut if he so much as looks your way. he stands a little closer to you at formal gatherings, opting to start a conversation with you. he finds you in the gardens or in the library when you know you've expressed to the handmaidens that you do not wish to be disturbed. but alas, he is the king. no one dares to contradict the king.
which is quite unfortunate because every waking moment he spends orbiting around you fills you with dread. you crave his absence more than anything now.
you wish he could go back to his mistresses. whatever it is he said or did to offend them enough to cast him out of their beds, you're certain it can be rectified and you can go back to existing in peace.
"you can paint." his voice trails behind you.
your brush strokes pause and your head shifts a bit to the side, your gaze catching on the flowers on your left before returning to your canvas. the soft scrape of footsteps on grass comes closer until you feel his presence at your side.
you continue your task, unwilling to give him your full attention. it's his own fault. he came to see you at a bad time. "an astute observation, your majesty."
his head tilts at your work, curious eyes examining your technique. you then feel the weight of his gaze on the side of your face. "i didn't know you could paint."
"no. you did not." it's not meant to be harsh. it is the truth.
you don't see the way his eyes crinkle under his mask, but you certainly hear the amusement in his voice. "why the hostility, my queen?"
"i am not being hostile, you majesty. forgive me if it appears so." you make a broad swipe over the blues and greens then dipped your brush in more paint.
he lets out a sound akin to a chuckle. you don't know what to make of it. ignoring it was your best and only choice.
"i don't mind it." he says. "it amuses me."
amuses him, you think. if that's the reason he suddenly shows interest in you, then you remind yourself to be as bland as this morning's soup.
suddenly, you want to leave. his presence is oppressive. you can't focus with him gawking at you and your painting like this.
"i could've sworn i had paintings in my study not too long ago." he muses, eyes crinkling with amusement. he knows about your paintings and only now does he choose to acknowledge them.
you suddenly lose interest in your canvas at the fact. you dip the brush in the cup of water and turn your back to him. "i know. i made them."
"what happened to them?"
"if i recall, you asked the servants to throw them out."
you don't bother to wait for his response as you gather your palette and start the journey back to your bed chambers.
you don't realize how much your statement gutted him.
considering that you haven't had a proper conversation with your husband since the day you met him, imagine your surprise upon receiving a letter; a dinner invitation.
when you think about it, truly think back to the last three years of being trapped in this loveless marriage, the invitation itself contradicts everything you know regarding how he feels about you.
you've never had to speak to him outside of formal gatherings and meetings with nobles and other people. never had to touch him more than what is required for public appearances. if anything, he can't seem to stand your presence. always leaving you alone when he found the chance to, always shoving you far away from his vicinity if he's in the mood.
he's only bedded you at least twice a month out of an obligation to make an heir. never mind the fact that you've never stayed in his bed until past sunrise, nor has he in yours.
so this, sitting across from him at a table played out with a variety of dishes and plates, this is new.
"my queen." you think his eyes are squinting under the mask. it's almost hard to tell under the candlelight. "thank you for joining me."
like you had a choice in the matter.
you resist the urge to force a smile. better to stay as neutral as possible than to give any reaction. "thank you for inviting me."
let's get this over with, you thought to yourself as you slowly picked up the fork and met his eyes from across the table.
you keep a neutral tone and a guarded expression throughout the entire dinner. whether he's bothered by it or not, it's hard to tell. he only asks about your day.
which is... a first. he never cared until now. you were quiet for a moment as you thought about the day's events, thinking of anything you'd done differently to warrant an invitation to dine with the king.
you hadn't done much today. visiting an orphanage wasn't out of the ordinary for you. neither was having to make sure that there was enough harvest to get the kingdom through the coming winter. after you'd done that, you spent the afternoon planning next week's ball.
really, you can't think of a single thing you haven't done in the past to make the king want to speak to you. not one thing... that you know of.
the fork was slowly twirled between your fingers as you carefully minced your words. "fairly uneventful. nothing that would interest you, your majesty."
"let's agree to disagree." he leaned back in his chair. "i want to know what my wife has been up to."
his wife— odd. very odd. very out of character for him to even acknowledge you as something more than the bane of his existence.
his wife— you suddenly find it hard to breathe. a heavy ache swells in your chest. it reaches up like a fist and grips your throat.
his wife— the words made you want to hurl yourself out the window and drop to your death.
your eyes drop to the food on your place and stayed fixed there. you can't tell if you're frightened or angry at this new change in... dynamic.
you settle for apathy. it's the only logical reaction. the only thing that will keep you sane when he's deliberately trying to steal your sanity.
"like i said, your majesty." you stab the piece of meat with your fork. "nothing that would be of interest."
if he's disappointed by the stone wall you chose to put between you and him, he doesn't show it. good. you'd much rather be confronted with his indifference than anything else, since you're so used to it.
you can only hope this would be your last night dining with him.
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Into Your Veins- Part XI
Ao3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
It only takes one pass around the inside perimeter of the base for Nikto to come to the conclusion that this might be the most secure base currently in existence. He’s seen his share, of course. Ever since things went to shit, he’d bounced from encampment to commune to outpost until finally landing at the farm, completely alone and more than a little restless.
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ok i don't normally respond to rude anons but i'm actually a little heated about this
first off- that's really fucking rude and absolutely insulting to breakfast. comparing her to bella is a goddamned insult and i will not stand for it. bella wouldn't last five minutes in a zombie apocalypse, let alone seven months completely alone.
second off- if all you can think about when you read vampire fics is 'twilight', then i am begging you to read other books or watch other movies. i know you think you know where this story is going, i know what elements of my story have led you to this extremely stupid conclusion, but i promise you don't have any concept of what i have up my sleeve. give me some fucking credit, i'm way too creative to just try to rip off the most boring vampire story ever told.
begone, cretin
#Hey anon c'mere i just wanna talk#And by talk I mean block#But yanno tomato tomahto#I'm gonna choose violence if people don't stop being assholes
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Quick Fic Question!
For Wrong Number, Right Day I could have it finished by the end of next week. Or I could put it off for another week and have a playlist that Gaz made for Reader that relates to each chapter.
I would need to really look for all the right songs. So I would need that extra week to plan it properly.
#No wrong answers!#If it makes you happier to have the playlist ready go for it!!#I'll wait if you want us to#I've been looking forward to this one!
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Hii, I was wondering if you have an account on the character AI, if not I think it would be amazing to create a character from your fics there, for example mafia141, just a suggestion, I love mafia 141 and there the readers could interact more with the character
uhm... yeah, no.
i never plan and do not give anyone permission to take my fics and put them on any ai platform. honestly the thought of it alone seriously makes my stomach feel like it's splitting in half. like the thought that i've put in so much effort to build these characters and scenarios and someone would just put all that into an ai is just... mind boggling to me.
ai steals works from creators. creators like me, the writer who's given you guys these characters, and other amazing authors. anything the ai would churn out would just be a pale imitation of other peoples hard work. work that we've poured hours into creating for you guys.
honestly, i pride myself in creating and publishing works and posts as often as i do despite my hectic irl life, and the fact that it seems like you're wanting more despite it, and wanting to put it through something that unapologetically plagiarizes other works really hurts. if you want to interact more with the characters, you can wait for me to publish more works, and if it's not enough for you, you're more than welcome to write your own fics based on your own ideas. you can send me asks about them! or literally interact on the posts here on tumblr! i feel like i do a pretty good job at responding to you guys! at least i hope! but please don't put it into ai.
i'm trying to stay level headed about this, but i feel like i can speak for a lot of authors when i say it feels really insulting when people do this. like i literally love and look forward to your guys reactions and comments and thoughts and make time in my day to interact with everyone so this just feels like a punch to the gut lmao.
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the masculine urge
the feminine urge
the human urge to yearn for the existence of dragons
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GHOST IN “CARTEL PROTECTION” 🕶️ | MODERN WARFARE II
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Hey im taking commissions... someone dm me.. please
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"Tell your favorite creators that you like their work, people usually enjoy things silently, but hate tends to be loud"
This is a phrase I just heard from Dnd shorts that captures perfectly why I often try to make the effort of commenting on posts and telling people that I enjoy their work and why
Even to small creators, I advice everyone to make the extra effort to tell them, I can guarantee it makes all the difference in the world, it's not cringy or obnoxious, it'll just brighten someone's day
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I am sorry to everyone who tagged me in some tag game and I never responded. I saw it and thought “aww they thought of me” and proceeded to forget about it right after
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just bc i'm annoyed at someone for being pearl-clutchy about sex work to my beloved p-
y'all recognize that the arrangement is about sex work, right? sure, it turns into feelings, but she's a camgirl sugar baby to start with. it's a business transaction between consenting adults long before mutual crushes are developed.
also it's heinously shitty to tell a trans person to read radfem literature when radfems are extremely rotten and hostile towards people like them. come the fuck on.
#Please go and read Charlie's tags they're so fuckin on the money#Top tier tags I 100% agree with#Sex work is work y'all#But yeah Don't Be An Ass To My Friends#If you're recommending radfem lit like. It's one thing to not clock it and be ignorant to it but to OPEN FACED-#I'm not getting on that soapbox just WOW gonna say that with your whole fuckin chest but be on anon about it#Just#Wao. Sugoi. This is useless!
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i’ve got sex worker female!reader thoughts turning around in my brain today so have a bit of brain dump under the cut.
price hires her for a “girlfriend experience”. he wants cuddling, kisses, someone to play with his chest hair while they cool off after surprisingly intimate sex. she joins him in the shower of the hotel room en-suite and scrubs his back gently. he tips +50% of her hourly rate and leaves her with a gentle kiss on her forehead.
soap hires her for a “pornstar experience”. he wants to do all the things he’s convinced a “normal” girlfriend wouldn’t do. it’s loud, energetic and he ruins her carefully chosen lingerie. she gets fucked in front of a large mirror so soap can watch as he slams into her over and over while she moans and whines in a slightly exaggerated fashion. soap pays extra so he can get the video she shot on her phone of her deepthroating his cock sent to him.
gaz hires her as his “date”. she’s witty and charming the entire time and he can’t keep his eyes off the way her dress dips over her cleavage. she teases him with little touches to his hand and smiles prettily when he twines their fingers together. he absolutely has her gasping into his neck as he circles her clit in the back of the taxi he flagged down to take her back to her hotel room. when he leaves her with a passionate kiss she gets the thought that maybe she should’ve been the one to pay him for the pleasure.
ghost never meets up with her in person. he pays her to send him videos and photos of her lounging in bed using the toys he paid for. his favourite video is the one where she bounces on a custom ordered cock that is modelled after his own. he buys her things off her wish-list that she wants and adds a gift card to her favourite coffee shop as an extra thank you.
#I'm shoving this in my mouth and skittering off#TWO EXCELLENT CONTRIBUTIONS#I'm keeping them#Absolutely delightful#I need a friend tag#Excellent writing
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CAPTAIN SAYS YEET
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I don't know what you're trying to prove if you're censoring sex, work, rape, and trafficking?
Like I hate capitalism as much as the next person but what are you trying to accomplish by censoring work.
Like. You know the censor only means people trying to specifically avoid these terms are now forced to see this shit more, right? That's how tumblr's filtering out posts you want to exclude works. Yo7 know it only works if you use the actual words and phrases, right.
And no. I'm not having the sex work is valid work conversation with you if you're not ready to use your words.
Especially not in the WAR CRIMES: THE GAME fandom.
I have to say I'm super disappointed that you wrote a fic glorifying s*x w*rk :/ You're glorifying s*x tr*fficking and r*pe and enabling the patriarchy to continue abusing women. If you want to educate yourself I recommend looking up the anti-s*x w*rk movement and reading some Radical Feminist blogs.
e,o,e,a,a - you forgot these.
#I see your radical feminist comment#A reminder I don't want terfs anywhere near me or my blog#And christ like. Y'all realize what fandom we're here and writing for right#Y'all realize that we're all vibing in the fandom that's military propaganda right#Like. Consensual sex work is a problem for you but we're ignoring the war criminals#Is that where you're drawing your line?#I need to study anon under a microscope#God editing to fix my typos and mistypes#This is what I get for writing it outside#Anon should try outside some time
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...Preventing Reposted Artwork...
A very kind artist just emailed me saying she saw my work reposted on another Instagram account. Most artists do have a watermark on their work, but it's a bit of a challenge to track down a particular artist if you don't know what their watermark looks like.
So I had an idea for a watermark glossary for any Call of Duty artist who wanted to participate. I'll compile a list of the watermarks and a link to their socials, plus I'd ask all participating artists to post that link in their bio to help create a "circle" to get the word out.
It won't prevent people from reposting/taking artwork, but it will help get the word out there that it is happening.
If anyone is interested in the idea, repost this.
EDIT: This is also my 141 post on Tumblr. Haha!
#Excellent idea#Would be an excellent resource#Always watermark your work visual artists#Written works are harder to watermark but the emotional watermark is forever as well#And why a good wheres Waldo chat with a ramble and 'who remembers this can you help me find it' goes a long way too
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Me, reading my scraps of fics in my notes app: oh, that’s good, I really like that. Someone should finish that.
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The Name of the Wind 4
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Here we finally are continuing with this story! I'm trying to match up the timing on everything between these thee stories in the dragon riders 'verse. Yes, three. Our two special guests in this chapter will be leaving to their own story.
It'll be fun, I swear.
Warnings: Swearing, idiot in love, clueless reader, scheming riders, seriously the whole garrison is invested by now.
Word count: 1.8k
Dinner seemed nothing special, in the way that you'd become accustomed to meals here. There was the usual assortment of foods at every table, riders and staff settling down to eat.
Alejandro was at the table you'd unofficially labeled his - not in the center of the room quite, but still easy to get to. Some of the usual people were there already - Rodolfo and Marin both nodded to you.
The two new people were there as well, seated side by side across from Alejandro.
“Our guests for tonight,” Alejandro told you, motioning you to sit next to him. “Alex and Frank.”
You greeted them both, settling next to Alejandro. They'd both cleaned up since you saw them earlier, though Frank hadn't bothered to shave. You'd never seen them before, and you were curious as to how they got here, and how long they'd be here.
“You must be new here.” Frank eyed you, openly appraising.
“Yes,” you admitted, a little surprised.
“New rider?”
“Not exactly,” you hedged, on the border of being uncomfortable, and not sure why.
“She is a leather worker,” Alejandro answered smoothly, one knee pressing into yours under the table, his elbow gently jostling your arm. “Quite skilled, as well.”
You warmed under both the praise and the touches, shoulders relaxing even as you leaned ever so slightly into his space.
Frank held your gaze for a moment before he nodded. “Then we'll be seeing you around again.”
“Are you here often?” You took a tray from Alejandro, serving yourself food even as you glanced at the two men.
Alex shrugged, a secretive half-smile twitching his lips. “We come through every so often.”
You looked between the two, seeing clearly that this was some kind of joke. But Alejandro nudged your knee again under the table, and you didn't ask.
The conversation moved on from there, Rodolfo chiming in with daily reports. Another rider came over to talk to Alejandro for a few minutes, mostly ignoring Alex and Frank. They seemed content to be ignored, talking quietly to each other.
You squashed your curiosity back down and ate your dinner quietly.
Frank and Alex stood to leave in tandem, and Alejandro nodded to them.
“Who were they?” You asked very quietly once they'd left.
Alejandro hummed for a moment, arms crossed loosely over his chest. “You will see them from time to time,” he said slowly. “But you cannot ask what they do, or where they go. It is confidential.”
“Okay.” You could do that. No problem.
Well. Okay. You'd have to remind yourself not to ask, but you'd manage.
He looked down at you, amused. “You won't see them so often it will be a problem,” he assured you. “Don't fret.”
You chuckled. “Sure,” you agreed easily. “If you say so.”
Alejandro shook his head but smiled, getting to his feet. “I will see you tomorrow.”
“Good night.” You watched him and Rodolfo walk out together, shoulders nearly pressed together.
The view was quite nice, after all.
Shaking your head at yourself, you cleared your place at the table and made your way back to your room. You had a little time before bed. Plenty of time to stuff your emotions back down.
You were still trying not to find Alejandro attractive… but it wasn't easy. He made it very difficult, in fact. Especially when he sought you out at meal times, and took you on a flight, and promised he wouldn't let harm come to you…
Really, how were you expected to not find him attractive?
You squished your face in your pillow to squeal, just a little bit.
The problem over the next few weeks wasn't work. It wasn't the dragons, as they had all learned that you were to be treated gently.
No. The problem was Alejandro.
He ate most meals with you. He took you on two more flights. He made a point of seeing you at least once each day.
He was distracting, but in the most pleasant way. Intriguing and courteous and funny.
He was a major problem.
You looked for him, almost automatically, every time you went to eat, or when you were in the dragons’ nesting area. Any time you heard his voice, you paused what you were doing to look.
Honestly, it was a bit ridiculous. You were embarrassed at yourself.
But you still looked.
One night after dinner, Alejandro asked if you'd take a walk with him. You agreed, heart fluttering.
“I will be gone a few days,” he said as the two of you strolled down empty hallways. “I need to go to the capital.”
“Oh.” You couldn't help the way your heart sank with disappointment.
“Rodolfo will be in charge while I'm gone,” he said, looking at you and away again. “It will only be a few days.”
“I hope you have fun?” It came out for too much of a question, and you grimaced at yourself.
He snorted. “I will not, but thank you. I dislike going, but I must sometimes.”
“Why do you dislike it?”
He shrugged. “Politics,” he answered dryly. “There is an overabundance of people who feel far too self-important.”
You laughed, unable to hold it in. “I'm sorry,” you managed, still giggling. “But the look on your face.”
He huffed, smiling. “It is never a hardship to make you laugh,” he murmured. “Is there anything you want from the capital?”
You blinked at him, taken completely by surprise. “I don't know.”
He eyed you for a moment before he nodded, just once. “I will find you something, then.”
You almost protested, except he turned to face you fully, two fingers under your chin tipping your face towards him. Your eyes went wide.
“I will think of you,” he promised, low and quiet. “I need to go, because I need to wake early. I will see you in a few days.” He leaned in, and for a wild moment you thought he'd kiss you. Your heart leapt and then pounded, lips parting ever so slightly.
But his lips landed on your cheek, soft and chaste. Your eyelids fluttered, a soft breath escaping you.
The two of you stood perfectly still for one moment. Then Alejandro stepped back, his fingers falling from your skin.
You watched him go, hand rising to touch the spot he'd just kissed.
You hadn't imagined that. He had really kissed your cheek.
Oh, you were way past trouble now. Now you were in deep.
You meandered back to your room, completely distracted and oblivious to the world around you, replaying those precious moments over and over again to make sure you remembered them.
You didn't sleep well, half-remembered dreams of flying then falling interrupting you through the night.
You were surprised when Marin sat with you at breakfast. She asked about your day, and seemed genuinely interested. Which was… weird, but okay.
But the weirdness didn't stop there.
Various riders popped in to your workshop throughout the day. Some just asked how you were doing, while some asked about bringing you things for repairs. One even brought you a canteen of water, saying she'd noticed yours was empty.
You were deeply, deeply confused.
But you didn't actually object.
Rodolfo gently herded you to the normal table at dinner, but he didn't try to make you talk. Just made sure you had food.
Alejandro left for a few days and the whole garrison went extremely weird.
Maybe they just needed some sleep. Or something. Maybe you needed sleep.
Except the next day passed in much the same manner. You hadn't had so much conversation… basically ever. And with so many people! Even one of the kitchen staff found you to ask if you had enough scrap leather to make a holder for a knife.
Which, of course, you did. Not that you'd tell her, the poor woman seemed easily flustered to begin with, but you weren't using scraps for this.
You were also debating between telling Alejandro the entire garrison went nuts while he was gone, or never mentioning any of this again.
You skipped breakfast the next day, sneaking some bread from the kitchen to tide you over until lunch. This, apparently, was a mistake, as what felt like half the garrison showed up at your workshop before lunch. Not all at once, thankfully, mostly alone with a few pairs or small groups showing up.
But still. Highly annoying while you were trying to work.
You were gearing up around lunch time to yell at the group of three hovering outside your door when a dragon trumpeted outside. All three riders perked up, and the youngest (and boldest) of them darted inside to grab you. You barely had time to yelp before the three were half-dragging you off, your feet barely keeping up.
Bright sunlight blinded you for a couple moments as they dragged you clear outside. But you felt the ground-shaking thump of a dragon landing.
You didn't even have time to ask before the three abandoned you. You nearly stumbled, but managed not to. Huffing, you shaded your eyes to look.
Your heart fluttered in your chest.
Caba stopped just in front of you, rumbling a friendly greeting to you, head lowering to breathe hot air on top of your head. You couldn't help but laugh a little, reaching up to pat his snout.
“You're here.” Alejandro sounded surprised but rallied quickly, throwing one leg over Caba's back and sliding down the big dragon's side. He landed easily, making you the teensiest bit jealous - you still nearly faceplanted every time.
“I am,” you agreed, a little perplexed but mostly just happy to see him. “How was your trip?”
He waved a hand, dismissing the question. “Uneventful. Not worth it, as usual.” He paused a moment before he smiled. “But I did find this.”
He produced a flower from nowhere, petals marbled pink and white.
“Oh, it's beautiful.” You smiled, leaning closer to see if the flower had any fragrance. It did, and it smelled wonderful too.
“It's for you.” Alejandro took one of your hands, curling your fingers delicately around the stem.
Your eyes blew wide and you jerked your gaze from the flower to him. He just smiled at you, warm and soft and so pleased.
Excited not-exactly-whispering behind you made both of you turn to look. Alejandro's smile dropped and he huffed softly.
“Excuse me, I have some riders to speak with,” he growled, much less happy now. But he paused and cupped your cheek, leaning in close to whisper, “I'll see you later.” And then he strode off, like a man on a warpath.
You dropped your gaze back to your flower and hid your smile behind it, inexplicably giddy.
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