SHOTGUN HEARTS. @shotgunhearts - Tumblr Blog

✦ shotgunhearts : a private multi-muse exclusively affiliated with landslidess — dust & devils verse written and endured by christie. featuring the following cast :

✦ charli bianchi ⸻ ♡ rio delgado. ✦ dale dawson ⸻ ♡ devin reyes. ✦ grayson heller ⸻ ♡ leyla boz. ✦ maritza del valle ⸻ ♡ jamie harrison. ✦ sebastian dahl ⸻ ♡ miray koraslan. ✦ sena boz ⸻ ♡ hakan yazıcı.

#✦ ⸻ shotgunhearts directory.#dni.

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David Corenswet Superman (2025) Interview

#✦ ⸻ grayson visual.

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ANA DE ARMAS via @ owengould Instagram

#✦ ⸻ maritza visual.

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GARRETT HEDLUND DIRT MUSIC (2019) dir. Gregor Jordan

#✦ ⸻ dale visual.

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So... Am I the only one excited to see these two tomorrow? Yeah? Okay...

#✦ ⸻ sena visual.#✦ ⸻ featuring hakan yazıcı.

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touch ✨

#✦ ⸻ charli visual.#✦ ⸻ featuring rio delgado.

✦ devin reyes / @landslidess the gentleman's club ( i don't have a name yet lol )

usually he stayed in a backroom. either his office or going through stock of the liquor that kept the bar in adequate supply. most of the cash flying around the joint definitely went to the talent, but there was a two drink minimum and besides that it was the second reason most of the patrons frequented the club. women and alcohol . . . what an intoxicating mix.

this evening, at least, for the few opening hours until it got busy inside, dale hung out behind the bar. one of the tenders was running late and it helped him get a lay of the land. dale liked to keep eyes on things and he felt because of that it saved the club from ever having any real trouble. the only problems that seemed to be brewing were his own and that boundary of mixing business with pleasure.

because of his attraction to her the interactions were kept to a minimum. dale had convinced himself it was the only way to keep from a full blown infatuation, something he felt way too old for, with devin reyes. but, like now, when she was right on the other side of the bar from him the club owner was questioning his morals.

"looks like it's gonna be a busy night," he drawled, making easy conversation without ever truly letting his gaze focus on her. outward appearance it looked like someone scanning his business, but inward his heart was pounding. the dancer was stunning, easily the sexiest woman he'd ever laid eyes on, and that made him feel like a teenager all over again. who was he to chat up the prettiest girl? "you want a little something to take the edge off before it all ramps up?"

#✦ ⸻ dale threads.#dale ft devin ✦ ⸻ 01.

✦ leyla boz / @landslidess the tower, montrose

in the lobby after finishing a meeting somewhere near the top floor, the investigation hotter than summer in death valley over the murder of the mayor the main issue for everyone currently, he stood going through his phone as he awaited the retrieval of his car. it was mostly texts from his paralegals, emails of new documents to review, and truly nothing that actually inspired him.

the criminal defense attorney was good at his job though. grayson had been raised in it, followed in his father's footsteps, yet had nowhere near the same passion for it. to him, it was money in the bank and a cushioned life as a result of it. what made it even remotely thrilling for the 6'4'' montrose native was the people he'd meet. criminals and those that lived outside the law, tried to make their own rules, were far more interesting than him trying to wade through someone's messy divorce.

when the elevator chimed, signaling its arrival and doors opening, it caught his attention. mostly because he'd hoped the valet was coming through another door to escort him to his awaiting bentley outside. what he saw instead was the gorgeous brunette that'd always caught his ocean gaze and tempted him to linger. they'd spoken more than a handful of times but it always seemed to happen in passing. an idea sparked, causing a corner of his mouth to hook, as her heels sounded on the marble flooring.

"on your way out as well?" an easy observation and really only meant to be an opening line to snag her attention. there was a focus to her gaze, forward, like she had something on her mind. if grayson wasn't selfish he would've felt a little bad for breaking her concentration. "need a ride? i was headed home. i'm a pretty good cook . . ."

#✦ ⸻ grayson threads.#grayson ft leyla ✦ ⸻ 01.#soz i'm likely gonna use interview gifs bc i NEED this look of his

✦ jamie harrison / @landslidess some hole in the wall bar lol

sometimes even a city like montrose left a woman like ritz in a state of boredom. with all of its offerings nothing appealed to her. maybe that had something to do with lack of connection more than anything else. entertainment came easily, and because of that it was fleeting in it's longevity. what she needed and craved versus what she allowed was a catch 22, however, as ritz never let anyone close enough to see who was really there.

the door to an off-center, away from downtown bar was pushed open as the the petite woman in a designer dress and accessories made her way into the establishment. it was dingy, almost looked as though it hadn't been cleaned in two decades, and was held together by gorilla glue. it was kind of quiet, too. a few screens displayed sports and news. the pool table well off to the left had a game going but the play was subdued. even the hum of conversation was low for the few scattered people within the establishment's walls.

"is god answering you in the bottom of that drink?" voice smooth, a touch sweet, but mostly velvety sounded next to the man at the bar she'd clocked on entry. he was staring into his glass as though it were revealing the secrets to life. despite most of the bar having empty seats ritz settled right next to him. her expensive perfume was subtle but was the kind that would linger long after she was gone.

#✦ ⸻ ritz threads.#ritz ft jamie ✦ ⸻ 01.

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Every step he took felt like a calculation at an event like this, and every word rested on a razor’s edge. Tensions were so unbelievably high, but Hakan had downright perfected the ability to mask the weight of that. It was a practiced art, one he’d started honing back in law school, but truth be told, he didn’t want to use it while he spoke with Sena. Why? Hakan couldn’t quite put a name on that yet, he just knew that he wanted to project something more authentic than the syndicate man he’d shown everyone he was, but it was difficult for him to break a mold he wore like a second skin. Even now, he found himself reverting back to it, shielding himself with it as she spoke about an eye for an eye. “Evet, but all is fair in love and war, no?” He countered, shrugging a shoulder simply as he raised his drink to his lips, eyeing her yet again from over the rim. “That sounds utterly boring,” being the bigger person. It wasn’t, though– not really. But how could he ever convince her that he actually felt that way deep down?

Hakan raised a brow, “Who said I wanted to work forever?” He laughed as she compared and contrasted the two of them. “I’d much rather be on a beach in the Maldives, ass in the sand and a drink in my hand,” and in the company of someone he actually cared about, but Hakan had intentionally left that part out so as not to give her one more thing to scoff at. As for what he’d do with the money? “Do you really care to know?” He asked, his tone both soft and laced with a tinge of doubt. He’d never miss fifty grand, not in the grand scheme of things, and so if he had that sum to spare? He’d send it somewhere actually useful– to a charity he cared about, perhaps one even back home in Türkiye. And yet rather than say that? “Probably spend it on that vacation, I suppose,” he opted for instead, because verbalizing a selfish endeavor rather than something with real meaning behind it was likely what she’d expected from him, was it not? So why not live up to it?

Another smirk crept onto the edges of his expression, dousing his face in a low, almost mischievous sort of glow, “Didn’t realize you were looking,” Hakan returned, never missing a beat. And maybe she hadn’t been looking, but for her to note his absence was enough for him to run wild with. Watching as she cut through more of the distance between them, Hakan’s open mouth smirk only tipped up at one corner as he regarded her, “Is that what I’m trying to do here– charm you?” He taunted, head canting to the side ever so slightly. He shifted a bit more, fully turned towards her now, “Would you ever even admit it if I could?” Charm her, that was. Somehow, he doubted Sena would ever grant him that sort of knowledge, regardless of whether or not he could actually pull it off. “Maybe I do,” he admitted in a low murmur, his arm finally brushing against hers as he edged closer that time. She was an intriguing, highly intelligent, and lethally beautiful woman– had he not complicated the trajectory of her sister’s life in trying to do the right thing, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would’ve actually had the chance to know Sena beyond that. He blinked up to meet her gaze for a moment, “Do you fault me for it?”

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the moment that single word of turkish slipped in-between them something warmed the poker player from the inside out. how long had it been since a man other than her father had used the language of her heritage? the brunette couldn't remember but it inclined her even more toward hakan, because whether he meant it to or not it reminded sena they had commonalities they couldn't ignore. "is this love . . . and war, hakan?" the emphasis on the word was so purposeful as her gaze narrowed slightly, wondering how he would walk around that one. everything she'd known and experienced of him thus far had told her that the syndicate man was carefully crafted and calculate. the man wasn't accustomed to putting a wrong foot.

once more she found her attention just simply stuck on him. there was a mesmerization about him because as a leader he carried that power and emulated it, that alone drew the interest and well, sena was a bit captivated. if she were honest with herself then she'd admit that anytime they seemed to be in each other's presence it was always that way. otherwise why were they always in these tête-à-têtes? she would also ignore that she always seemed to be the instigator. "oh, no . . . that has to be the worst thing ever. boredom? how could you survive?" a teasing tone came into play and perhaps for the first time ever in their interactions the poker player was being playful.

"mm," the hum sounded in her throat as she considered his counter. if she put thought to it then it wasn't too surprising. they were turkish, the oregon climate wasn't what they were made for. "so you wanna put some color back onto your skin," she commented, amusement toyed at her lips from the way his laugh lingered in her ears. "maldives is nice but i'm more of a romantic. give me italy, especially during sunset." she'd noted that his ideal came without a someone else and sena wondered about that briefly. was he one of those lone wolf men, or did he like being single so he could be with whatever woman suited him at the time? why did she even care to know that? "actually . . ." once more the brunette was surprising herself here, "i would like to know. it's why i asked, hakan." why couldn't she stop saying his name either? when his answer had come it disappointed her in a way she hadn't expected. sena knew in the grand scheme of things that fifty-grand wasn't a huge sum of money but she supposed their glaring differences were just highlighted. she'd also use the money for selfish reasons but maybe to learn how to make wine or to learn how to sail. "i guess that means you go for the ten-grand a night suite."

it wasn't his devilish amusement that caught her up in that next moment. what hit her was how suddenly she felt exposed to him. because the statement said so much more than she was prepared for, something that up until he called it out had only sat in her subconscious. "does one have to be looking to notice something?" the counter felt like a fumbling mess but sena tried her best to not show that he'd just gotten to her a little and knocked her slightly off center. as a woman used to the mask and a master of hiding her tells it was jarring hakan had made it seem so easy. "aren't you?" he stilled her now, no more advancements in his direction. maybe it was the cockiness of his smirk, or perhaps it was the fear that he was reading her before she even knew what she was thinking and feeling. "or am i not your typical type?" surely it'd been her attitude that'd kept him from these so-called charms all this time, but now she was wondering why he'd never bothered with her. of course that was also all to the fact that her assumption of him was something of a playboy. when he turned to her fully her dark eyes moved over that devastatingly handsome face. "i suppose you'll find out if you actually try. i've kind of already let out my secret that i'm a romantic."

when his arm brushed hers that time and he edged closer sena's lips parted. on it's own accord her wrist shifted and turned her hand in a way that her fingers lightly grazed and ghosted the inside of his forearm. "no, because i'm a catch . . ." the comment was low, not much above a whisper in their proximity. "i just can't tell if you've ever . . ." finishing that statement felt too dangerous and her heart was pounding a way that she wasn't accustomed to, and sena was someone used to high stakes games. "i can't read you and it bothers me," the brunette finally let out. "do you like my sister?" it seemingly came out of left field but hakan wasn't in her head and the realization was striking her internally that she wanted a man like him to want her.

#✦ ⸻ sena threads.#sena ft hakan ✦ ⸻ 01.

✦ rio delgado / @landslidess continued from here

what choice had charli had but to move on from her first love. only love, truthfully. she never really tried again after him. while she understood the explanation and his reasonings when he'd broken up with her, nearly a decade and a half was a very long time to wait and to be in some limbo partial relationship. but . . . the brunette would've done it. the hacker would've remained his girl through all of it. he'd wanted her to live because neither of them had any idea what life would be like with him locked up.

the part that hurt almost as much as being dumped by rio was that she knew he'd be left to face prison completely alone. maybe his friends called, wrote, and visited him but she'd had to stop after their relationship was ended. not because charli hadn't wanted to, she never stopped thinking about him and cycling through all of the 'what ifs', but because it was too painful. being in love with rio and having to take a step backward and act as a friend instead was a level of devastation she never fully faced.

"well, thrift store did you well," her dark eyes continued to take her ex in, not really caring that she was openly and blatantly checking him out, "you fill out your clothing a little differently." they were well into their thirties now and he was grown. a full on man stood before her and while she'd never really expected all the tattoos she couldn't deny the appeal they had as she looked rio over. it was a blessing and a curse to see him so well. guilt seeped in at the edges because she hated that it'd happened without her.

maybe because it'd been so long charli found herself blushing just slightly under rio's gaze and scrutiny. the fact that she could tell he liked what he saw only added to the heat touching her cheeks. "it's a passionate color," she said of the red, glancing down at her dress, "and you know how much i love passion." perhaps that was her way of saying some things never change.

as much as her head was warning her heart to take it slow, to ease into this reunion and all things rio now that he was a free man, the hacker couldn't stop herself from moving closer to him. in the casino with everything going on around them she at least had that as an excuse to fall back on if he questioned it. charli didn't think he would, though. "well, i remember it, but this is a good surprise. i just . . ." as she looked at him, finding that familiar affection in his gaze, the words died in her throat. wishing she could've been prepared made no real sense if she thought about it, because there was no way anyone could be ready for this.

the one that got away returns?

"true, i do have a different number. i've actually had a few different numbers since . . ." again, she couldn't, instead biting them down even thinking about their breakup could send her into a spiral now that he was in front of her. "i get it, though," she assured rio, "i would've been scared, too. how do you even start that conversation or make that call?" the question was rhetorical but she inched closer as it came out. then her ex hit her with it. i'm here with you. charli could feel something crumblr inside of her. maybe it was her resolve.

a moment later she'd eliminated any space or distance between them and wrapped her arms around rio. "i've missed you so fucking much," she whispered into the crook of his neck, her face turning into him. maybe this was too much, overboard, but it'd been an action she couldn't have compelled herself not to make. somewhere in the back of her mind rio's right now comment niggled but for this moment she ignored it. if some date of his walked up and found them this way the brunette really didn't care. she was owed this because her heart had waited fourteen years for this, for him. "you smell so good, too. damn it." the hacker pulled back a bit, bittersweet sat in her gaze as she peered up at her ex in the close proximity. "so . . . you're a biker now," a little smile, "well, that seems fitting." when the question returned to her, charli shook her head. "i'm not here with a date, no. nor a club." the syndicate didn't really name themselves but that also wasn't something to broach at the moment.

"what would you do if i was?" her fingers had pinched his shirt between them, tethering herself to him in that moment. "would you have eventually come for me or was this is? it would've had to happen by chance?"

#✦ ⸻ charli threads.#charli ft rio ✦ ⸻ 01.

✦ hakan yazıcı / @landslidess continued from here

there was a bit of surprise that hakan hadn't tossed her some witty comeback. it actually only further proved his status to her. a show that he knew when and where to move chess pieces as though he were playing the long game when it came to strategy. which, undoubtedly he was. but did the man of power need to exert it in every interaction and connection in his life? did hakan know how to be anything else?

"haven't you heard an eye for an eye makes the world go blind?" there was a pause because the brunette knew that was a statement on revenge, but she'd hope that his big brains would capture her point regardless. "sometimes you have to play the upper hand. sometimes you have to be the bigger person." not every situation is a fight you need to win. sena hadn't said that part out loud though because as pathetic as it might make her sound to him the poker player sometimes wished he'd be a little less with her. that their interactions weren't always a battleground. though, sena knew he'd likely lay all the hostility on her.

which, maybe wasn't entirely wrong. she was so mad he'd sentenced her sister to a life with the syndicate. there was no good way out of that. leyla would be used up and then discarded when she was no longer useful. she knew way too much to ever release her into civility now.

sipping her own drink the brunette kept catching the way he'd steal a glance at her. of course hakan would keep his eyes on those around him, but he kept checking her responses to him beyond the verbal. sena was sure of it. she stepped closer. "i'd put it in my safe. it's not like my profession has a 401K and unlike you . . . i don't wanna work the rest of my life." it'd only make a dent in what'd been stolen from her but it was better than it's currently empty status. "what would you do with fifty-thousand? would it even make you bat an eye, hakan?"

the scoff into his drink just before his comment had earned him a glower. "i've never seen your support at one of my tables," she fired back immediately, faux amusement dripping like thick honey. "does that bother you?" sena stepped closer, dark gaze pinned on him. she wasn't giving him time to answer, she hadn't really cared for his response either way. "a woman you can't charm. what a travesty, huh?" now she was close enough that her arm was nearly brushing his and her eyes hadn't left his smirking profile. "i'm starting to understand that you wish i was . . ."