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Quick survey!! Which series of my AUs do you want to be updated first? (Or in restaurant au's case, to start) Because I got bit by the writing bug and wanna write all so choose for me please! These are all Hobie's btw
Which AU?
Beyond the sea of night
In pursuit of blood - vamp au
Mr and Mrs Smith
Coworker AU
Zombie AU
Deity AU
Detective AU
Restaurant AU
Dang i didn't know I had this many currently on going series until I wrote it all down 😂😂
Attention Hobie lovers!!!
Time for a vote once again! Bc I'm out of the writing slump and want to update one of my series or in the restaurant au's case start a new one
Zombie au and coworker au just got their updates so let's give a chance to the others!
which au/series should i update next?
new BSN/pirate hobie chap
deity au pt 2
mr and mrs Smith chap
IPOB/ vamp chap
backrooms au
teacher au
restaurant au
Victorian detective chap
How are my lovelies doing? ❤️❤️ I just finished pt 3 of the backrooms fic and I'm gonna upload it once im halfway done with pt 4 bc it's one of those fics that I have to keep a fresh mind for so I don't forget any details lmao also hobie req later!
Don't forget to submit your reqs! They're only open until july 20th and I won't be opening requests for a long time so send them in while you can!!! Please drink some water while we're in this heatwave!!!
How are my lovelies doing? 🥰❤️ Expect the victorian detective au with hobie soon bc i finally finished it!! It's a hefty one too 🤭 plus I'll be uploading the jason chapters next after that one!! For the lyonel lovers I am about 70% done with part 3! There will be a part 4 btw bc once again I yapped too much 😂
WAKE UP BESTIE IT'S WIP WED---THURSDAY????
Boy do I have a treat for you all!! I've started the backrooms au with Hobie, here's sneak peek for the next Bobby fic, one Robert req and one for hobie plus an obsession AU with aerion (lyonel appearance) set in my arryn r au bc I just watched the movie and I loved it!!!! Can you all tell that I'm in a horror kick lately 😉 also update on the bobby fic I won't be able to finish it this weekend I've only written like 5k of it but I will try my best to finish it as quickly as possible!!
The door opens with a hiss, and Hobie doesn't need to turn around to see who came out of it. “He's not pressing charges.” You say into the biting cold, standing behind him with your coat hugged around yourself. “But the owner banned the band from playing here.” “Good riddance. We're not missin’ much.” Hobie bitingly says, puffs of smoke escaping from his lips. “Hobie, we needed that gig.” You answer exasperatedly, jaw tight as you stare at his leather clad back. “The band needed this.” “There are other pubs ‘round, love.” He flicks the ash, watching it drift into the air.
What horrors lie inside for us?” You mutter back, licking at your dry lips as you lay limp beside him. “Dolls.” “What?” Your head cranes in his direction, eyes narrowed, vision blurry and adjusting when you've been staring at the light for too long. “Dolls.” Bobby flutters his lips, glasses hitched up to his head casually, hair sticking up all over the place. “It looks like a place where it would have those creepy antique dolls.” You crack a smile. “I think you're still a little bit high, Bobby.” “The shit we went through sobered me up.”
“Robertson?” His thoughts are popped by an intern with a clipboard in hand as she peeks over the doorway, looking anxious and fidgety. “Yeah?” You and Robert simultaneously turn at the same time. Robert is elated, like drifting on a cloud as a lopsided smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Chortling, you pat Sonar on his arm before sidling next to your husband. A title you’re happy and proud to call him as. “Which Robertson? Mister or missus?”
“Lovie, I—” the tiny wooden box sits heavier in his pocket. “I don't know what to tell you.” Hobie rubs at the back of his neck, eyes straying far from your own. To you he looks guilty. To him, he's hiding the surprise from you lest he ruins weeks of work. “Baby,” you coo, albeit sadly. “I trust you but I'm fucking worried…Whenever I turn the telly on I half expect to see you on it. I'm fucking terrified.” “I know, ‘m sorry.” Sighing, Hobie tries to swallow the lump in his throat. “‘m safe, you don't ‘ave to worry.” “How would I know when you don't even answer my texts or when you only come home when it's almost dawn?”
“My sincere congratulations.” Lyonel utters through his clenched teeth, monotone, reined in. Eyes turning to you, immediately softening. Aerion knows that look— pity. “I shall leave you be, princess, you must rest. And…” he steps closer, a thumb right on your wrist as you two share a look that Aerion isn't privy to but wishes he was. “Remember what I told you.” Taking your hand in his, he presses a kiss on your knuckles as his gaze never leaves yours. “Lady Arryn.” “My Lord Baratheon…” you answer breathlessly. Watching him leave and disappear into the crowd. My, the simple word shouldn't get to the prince, it shouldn't bash right at his chest and break his ribcage into pieces. But it has, you've taken his heart in your fist and threw it on the ground, stomping right on it even when it still sings your name. He should be yours and you should be his. But that word, *my Lord Baratheon, Aerion thinks you were never his to begin with. That you are a stag's doe, not a dragon's wife. Aerion's heart is shattered by his feet, he wants to take the sharp shards and cut you and himself so you would know the exact pain of seeing you look at someone else with love. He should be the only recipient of that, not some storm Lord that you happen to chance upon before you met him. He will take you to the grave with him if that's what it takes.
Also also! I will start the octobie theme voting a month earlier so that everyone has enough time to make their octobie posts unlike the previous years!! (Hint: they will all be horror themed/tropes 😉)
IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY MY DUDES
I am once again writing like I am running out of time lmaooo have some sneak peeks of the upcoming requests and the next chapter of the lyonel fic!! After I finish with this one I shall be continuing the zombie au for hobie bc it is currently haunting me 😆
“Aerion could be formidable.” Robert chimes in. “But if he's anything like his cousin Valarr, his armour might just be for show.” You hold out hope. “Where is Maester Grover? Mayhaps he knows something within the laws that could help Dunk's defense.” “Probably abed.” Jon stands up with a groan, walking towards you with a helping hand. “As you should be, sweet sister.” “I cannot possibly fall asleep after the injustice I have witnessed.” “You witnessed it?” Robert's shocked words has your father mirroring his expression mockingly. It would be funny if not for what happened recently. “What the fuck were you doing out?”
You gasp quietly, feigning offense as you watch him snicker in place, grinning at his handy work. “You little shit.” You mutter quietly, taking aim at him with the same rubber band. It flies from your fingers, missing him completely as it hits the photocopy machine with a soft thud. Hobie stifles a laugh, pointing at you mockingly as he shows his pierced tongue playfully. “I'll get you.” Whispering, you take a rubber band from your drawer, taking aim again. To add salt to your wound, Hobie stands up to his full height, walking closer before stopping and raising a brow— a challenge. If you can't hit him from this distance you're ready to move to the Appalachian mountains and stay there forever out of embarrassment.
Nellie barks at something, but she's always barking at something ever since you moved here. It's probably a squirrel or a bird passing by as you stand up, eyes honed in on the shiny purple flower. Your knees creak in protest as you kneel back down in front of it. You smile, basket almost complete with all the colours of the rainbow, all except for a purple one. Reaching for it, you start to pull, but it's a stubborn one, roots deeply underneath the soil. For a small flower it's strong. So you keep pulling and tugging, both hands now completely holding it. Nellie barks louder now, and as you look over your shoulder, you see her barking right at you.
They've been constantly fighting recently, one day it's about a jumper, or fighting who gets to wear which shoes, or who gets to sit beside you and Hobie at the dinner table. They're small things, easy to fix squabbles, but as the remote lays destroyed on the floor, and with your pained wince etched in Hobie's mind and the girls', he decided to nip all the fighting in the bud before the girls grow accustomed to them fighting each other, especially for the little things. Ramona has her head down, crying quietly as her arms fold over her chest. Whilst Billie looks her father in the eyes, while trying not to cry in front of him, acting brave, or stubborn as she stares him down defiantly.
I forgot to say that I've opened requests this time around to celebrate 2k of lovelies!!!! Happy 2k besties! 🎉❤️❤️❤️ I love and appreciate all of you! ❤️
(any angst or hurt/comforts prompts out there? 🫣)
It's WIP WEDNESDAY
I have written three yes you heard that right, three chapters of the jason medieval au ready for editing!! (Everyone say thanks to akotsk for the motivation) And BSN chap 10 is finally finished so have a quick sneak peek of it before I post it sometime this week. Plus a hobie req 😉
Also also the whole country can't open tumblr bc of some mistake on the internet providers side (im using a loophole that I'm too stupid to explain what it is hence why I can still open it) so if I don't appear for a couple of days you know why (knock on wood) if you need me my other socials are in my nav. Hopefully this gets resolved soon
“Didn't I already tell you everything you needed to know about him?” “Please.” The owl leaves indents right on the skin of your thumb as you press on it tighter. If she senses your nerves, she doesn't say anything, to which you thank her for. “Alright, princess.” Clearing her throat, the carriage moves from side to side without a sign of stopping. “Your husband is the heir apparent to house Wayne, they said that he's gallant, won a many tourneys before the age of six and ten. They also said that he's quite handsome, striking eyes that matches the sea beside their manor. He's young, kind, and handsome, your father found a perfect husband for you, princess, you need not worry. Some noble women have fared worse.” “I know,” you swallow thickly, biting the inside of your cheek. “I consider myself lucky for that.”
Jason moves closer, not invading your space, or making you uncomfortable from his presence, just trying to get a glance of the book in your hands as his viridescent eyes look upon it briefly before returning to your face. “That's a good book you've chosen.” “Have you read it?” “I have.” He takes a breath, long fingers taking another book from the pile. “It's about a pirate and his lady love, it's full of twists and turns. I wouldn't spoil you much. It's quite a long read if you prefer reading the sequel to it too.” Taking a step closer, he hands you the book that's embossed with the same ship, only this one is decorated in silver instead of gold. It's just now that you notice a sharp scar right under his eye. “It's quite good.”
Bdas reference 🫵
“No, I'm talking to the princess.” Damian huffs beside you, glowering at Jason. “I think the princess wants you to stop talking instead of rambling to her about herbs and crickets.” Despite the bite, there's fondness in his tone. “I don't mind, I think I'm in good company.” You turn your head towards Damian, smiling softly at the boy as he grins back at you genuinely. “See? I told you that she's nicer than you!” Voice peaking, Damian narrows his eyes at his older brother. “Because I'm that wretched for wanting you to be educated.”
“What do we do now?” “Find the others. If we can’t, then we go back to the ship and wait—” “Are you fucking kidding me?” A shrill voice echoes in the night. Lyla’s head appears from atop the bridge, leaning dangerously over it as she huffs. You and Hobie jump from the sudden intrusion, with him almost accidentally shooting at her. “Smooching under the bridge of sighs while we do the heavy lifting?!” “Found them.” You say with a wobbly smile.
Hobie is clad in his armour, a dark whisper of shadows that pools around him in its embrace, mirroring your own gown that is made out of hell's shadows. It feels intimate, matching with your sworn knight, as if the wispy shadows are trying to find its match, slithering on the floor looking for its other half. His cloak comes alive even without a whisper of air in the space, it flutters windlessly, a dancing shadow that captures your eye. Suddenly, as if driven by a charm, your eyes roam up from his armour to his handsome face. Salt and pepper hair and a fine beard to match, russet eyes that demand your attention, and lips that you know all too well. You're awfully distracted, and it's all his fault. And yet, he just stands there, doing his duty like any other day at court and in your presence.
Im also working on a dad robert req and a new part for the lyonel fic 🤭🤭
