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tides, 21, she/her; writing far cry 5 shit, now also in rdr2 hell; 18+ only please! (hiatus)

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idk how alive my dash here is anymore but i’ve just logged in after over a year and thank you so much for the nice messages in my inbox! sorry i totally ghosted i was just having a not great time irl and couldn’t focus on writing and then i got into something that sort of made it difficult for me to write how i used to?

but logging back on today because i was just remembering all the stuff i used to write 😳 i haven’t written in a while but i’m hoping to get back into it, seeing as it could be a good outlet with the world like this....

[lowtldes]

i know you're on hiatus but i wanted to say hi and ily

lol wow this is the first time i’ve checked this account in weeks so perfect timing with this ask!! ily thank you! <3

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I just wanted to say that I love your writing - especially the Jacob/deputy stuff. You have a way of capturing them so perfectly it feels like it should have been canon, Ive read Come A Little Closer about ten times. Would you take commissions to write more them? Also, check out the song Foreign Tides by RY X (it really captures their journey in your story for me: "Desire turn into my matter, Open up my heavy eyes, we're goin' to the bed I'm ready, fallen to the feeling")

ahhh wow thank you!! gosh that is so great holy shit damn that’s a read count! sadly i’m kind of on a break right now from writing (and rarely get time to be on tumblr anymore) so nope, as cool as taking writing commissions sounds i won’t be doing that any time soon :(

and i’ll definitely check out that song wow those lyrics are fucking fantastic!!

[dankmemeuniversity]

[lowtldes]

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hi tides!!! sending love and some good mojo to you 💖💖💖

aahhhh thank you ily 💜💜

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are you gonna be writing anymore jacob x rook stuff? it ressurects my cold and withered soul and i always compare other works to yours 😅

not right now, no. and probably not for a while either sorry :( lotta irl stuff happening i haven’t been able to write in weeks

[lowtldes]

sometimes, real life be like that. may all its differences be good to you!

thank you, i hope so too!! real life really be weird like that

[lowtldes]

hey y'all sorry for disappearing! a lot of weird life stuff has been happening recently. not necessarily bad stuff! just weird in anyway that it kind of hinders my motivations to write and participate in fandom right now

[lowtldes]

Hello, just wanted to pop in and say that no matter how long its been since I first read Come a Little Closer I find myself thinking back to it a lot. All your works are very intriguing and memorable tbh. You're a very talented writer and have a lovely way with words✨💞 Take care😊💖🌟

wow wow wow this really means a lot to me. I haven't written in a while now and that makes me kind of sad but thank you so much for this!! ❤️❤️

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Hi I just found your stories and I think I'm gonna cry what the fuck you're amazing

ahhh wow thank you!! ❤️😭

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theres a cave system treasure hunt in fcnd called "rescuers go under" and it reminds me of the cave scenes in come a little closer 💗

aaahh lmao i remember which treasure hunt you’re talking about lmao i didn’t even think of that when i was playing!! i was too busy dying because i kept drowning

but thank you for telling me! this made me smile

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hi! just dropping love in your inbox 💖💖💖

ahhh thank you!! 💕💕💕

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¿qué talento inútil tienes? se hace el “wink” con los dos ojos.

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"Honey pls try too love me." for Jacob

i hope this is okay!

it…. kind of… turned into a lil’ smut…

warnings: vaginal fingering, jacob seed being a bastard as always

also on ao3!

In retrospect, Rook shouldn’t have let this fling continue for as long as it has. It should have been a one-and-done kind of thing—fuck, it should have never happened at all. If anyone actually found out what was going on, Rook would probably become as vilified as the Seeds. As vilified as the Seed she’s trapped in this cabin with.

Well, not trapped. Not quite stuck either. She’s free to move, nothing holding her back, but situationally—emotionally—she’s fucking stuck.

Because Jacob fucking Seed has trapped her into this conversation. Jacob fucking Seed is, for some absurd reason, trying to define the relationship.

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#6 with Sharky or Jacob

(sorry jacob it’s sharky time) i hope this is okay!!

prompt: “i lost the baby”

tw: mentions of a miscarriage

also on ao3!

Static blares from the car radio. They had been listening to music just now, hadn’t they? How long had it been since the song ended, since they lost signal? Rook swears it was just a minute ago, but the thought feels wrong.

She leans her head on the car window, listening to the air conditioning rattle. Somehow it seems louder than the car radio, louder than her thoughts, louder than the gravelly notes of Sharky’s voice.

“Dep?”

Rook blinks slowly, watching the grass bristle in the wind outside the car. They’ve stopped moving. When did they stop moving?

“Dep? Hey.”

The sky is grey outside. She doesn’t remember the day progressing that far—how long have they been driving for? How long has she been… not quite present?

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“Good boy.” For Rook/Jacob oh please!

combined this with another prompt too, hope that’s alright!

prompts:

187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ” 

194: “ Good boy. ” 

word count: 3,688

also on ao3!

nsfw below!

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“So,” Rook says once Jacob’s soldiers have left the room. She clears her throat awkwardly, unable to keep her eyes on Jacob for too long.

“So,” he echoes, looking unimpressed.

Maybe this was a bad idea. “Well, ah…”

“Time’s tickin’, Deputy. I suggest you get on with it,” Jacob says gruffly, each consonant stark in the quiet of the room. He sets the clipboard he was holding down on the desk, papers and maps scattered about. “If you got cold feet about selling out the Whitetails, I got better places to be, and you got a cage to starve in.”

“Wait, back up,” Rook frowns. “I’m not here to give you information. I—I thought that was a front.”

There’s a pause. An awkward pause.

“A front,” Jacob echoes flatly.

“Yeah,” she shrugs, “like, ah, because—”

Oh no. She stops herself, gesturing vaguely with her hands instead. This is so not going where she thought it would, apparently, and now she just doesn’t want to say it. Things are already weird enough. Things are already bad enough. She’s stuck in Jacob’s compound spending her days in her cage or ‘culling the herd,’ she doesn’t want to make it any worse by giving him some kind of humiliating leverage.

“Use your words, Deputy. Or have my trials fried your brain completely?” Jacob purses his lips, mocking disappointment on his face. “Thought you were Stronger than that.”

Ah, fuck it.

“Thought you were, um, propositioning me out there. This morning.”

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