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Family... I wish they care.

I’ve been sick since August 23. It’s September 1 now. I was so ill I even had to go to the hospital. I’ve only been off work for four days, and you would think in a time like this my family — my blood, the people who are supposed to care for me — would support me, or at least show they love me. But instead, they want me to pay them just to stay home.

They tell me it’s my fault I got sick. My fault for not having the insurance to cover everything. They don’t care if the medicine makes me sick — they say I don’t need to take it every 12 hours, just take half now and half later. As if my health doesn’t matter, as if it’s not serious.

What hurts most is the way they treat me, like I’m dumb. Like I don’t understand “how the world works,” when really what they’re showing me is that in their world, money matters more than family, more than love, more than helping someone when they’re down.

All they seem to care about is the money I give them. They say the bills still have to be paid, and if I can’t work, then that’s my problem. Basically, they’ve made it clear: if I get sick and can’t keep up, then I’ll end up on the street. And no one is going to come save me.

So here I am, alone, realizing that the people I thought would care for me don’t. It hurts. But at least I can tell the truth about it here.

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Thank you everyone who has been loving and liking all my post. I love to see them. They make me feel so happy to see people love the idea that comes out of my head. I was sick in the hospital for a few days so hopefully I will be able to make more creative stories.

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When Love Breaks All the Rules

What happens when a werewolf enforcer falls for a witch powerful enough to scare vampires?

Atlas left his Colorado pack for love. Yuki turned her back on leading her own coven for freedom. Together, they're building something the supernatural world has never seen—a relationship that crosses every line, breaks every rule, and threatens every tradition.

But hiding their love in a world that forbids interspecies relationships is killing them both.

When a vampire confrontation forces Yuki to reveal her devastating elemental powers, they realize they can't keep living in the shadows. Enter Havenwood—a mysterious Pacific Northwest sanctuary where werewolves, vampires, witches, and humans coexist openly.

One application. One chance. One town that could change everything.

Atlas is seven feet of protective werewolf energy who calls Yuki his "pack of two." Former enforcer turned devoted partner, covered in wolf tattoos that tell his life story. He'll plan every detail to keep her safe—but can't interfere when her magical family comes calling.

Yuki wields fire, ice, lightning, and earth with unprecedented power. She saved Atlas's life and created an unbreakable magical bond between them. Now she's the ideas woman to his strategic planning, dreaming of their café "The Bewitching Hour" where all supernatural beings can gather safely.

But getting into Havenwood means facing a council interview, navigating supernatural politics, and proving their business plan can serve everyone from vampire councilwomen to centaur nature-lovers.

And that's before Yuki's terrifyingly powerful witch family discovers where she's hiding...

🌙 Enemies-to-lovers? No. More like "lovers-against-the-world" ⚡ Found family meets supernatural politics 🔥 Business partners by day, magical bonded mates by night 🏠 House hunting with a werewolf = 15 acres and room to run ☕ Café ownership meets supernatural community building

Perfect for fans of supernatural romance, cozy fantasy vibes, and couples who are absolutely ride-or-die for each other.

Would you follow Atlas and Yuki to Havenwood?

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🎮💥 Looking for Collaborators for a Visual Novel Project! 💥🎮

Hey everyone! I'm currently working on a visual novel called No Saints in Charming — a crossover fanfiction-inspired game combining the worlds of Sons of Anarchy and Peaky Blinders. It's gritty, emotional, character-driven, and full of high-stakes family drama, romance, loyalty, and violence.

🌹 The Story: Roxanna "Roxy" Blackwood (née Shelby) has been living under a false identity in Charming — hiding the fact that she's Tommy Shelby's little sister. But when she falls for Jax Teller and throws herself between his son and danger, everything explodes. Her secret identity, her connection to one of the most dangerous criminal families in the world, and the collision between SAMCRO and the Peaky Blinders? It's all about to blow wide open.

💥 Why This Matters: This is more than just fanservice. It’s a fully plotted, character-rich narrative with emotional depth, worldbuilding, and choices that matter. It explores loyalty, love, power, identity, and what it means to survive when you come from legacy and violence.

🎨 What I’m Looking For: I'm currently seeking someone who’s familiar with or willing to work in Ren'Py, Unity (VN style), or Visual Novel Maker to help bring this to life. I’m open to hobbyists, students, or creators who just want to be part of something cool.

✨ I’m funding this myself, so the budget is small — but I’m willing to work something out for your time (a modest fee or revenue share if the game performs well). Everyone involved will receive full credit and support. This is a passion project with serious heart, and I want it to shine.

🎮 What I bring: Story. Character design. Full written scenes. Art references. Branding. Planning. Writing is nearly complete for the opening act and key arcs.

🖤 If you're someone (or know someone) who’d love to join a storytelling project with crime, romance, betrayal, and ride-or-die energy — hit me up.

📩 DM me or email [your email here] 🚧 Project Title: No Saints in Charming 📍 Engine: Flexible (Ren’Py, Unity, or VNM) 💡 Genre: Crime drama / Romance / Visual Novel / Crossover 🎭 Rating: Mature — emotional themes, violence, criminal content

Let’s bring this world to life. Together. 🖤

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Come Take A Look 🎮✈️

I don't know about you guys but i love this pictures so much. It's super cute at least I think so.

Yo! You Actually Found My Services Page 🎉

Okay, first off—heck yes, you’re here. Seriously, it means a ton that you’re poking around to see what I can cook up for you. This is where my love for creative chaos turns into actual, usable stuff for other writers, artists, and daydreamers chasing their next big idea.

So, What’s On The Menu?

AI Art Covers That Actually Pop Off

Alright, let’s be real. You’ve seen those covers that look like a template from 2002. We’re not doing that. You bring me your wildest idea—moody fantasy hero, swoony romance, space cats with laser eyes (hey, no judgment)—and I’ll wrangle the AI magic to make a cover that actually 'stops' people mid-scroll. Basically, your book’s gonna look hot, not half-baked.

Blurbs That Don’t Suck

Ever try to sum up your story and end up sounding like you’re ordering at Subway? Been there. I’ll take your tangled plot and turn it into a blurb that yanks people in and leaves ‘em wanting the rest ASAP. Novels, fanfics, blogs, your D&D campaign diary—if it needs words, I’ve got you.

Story Critiques That Don’t Feel Like a Roast

Look, I’m not here to rip your work to shreds or butter you up with fake praise. You get honest, friendly feedback—think “supportive pal who actually cares,” not “high school English teacher with a red pen and a vendetta.” I’ll hype up what’s working and nudge you on what could be even stronger. You’ll walk away pumped, not crushed.

Document Typing (Because, Yeah, Life’s Messy)

Handwritten stuff everywhere? Notes in your phone, scribbles on napkins, scanned PDFs from 2010? Same. I’ll turn that chaos into clean, digital docs, no sweat. Perfect for anyone who still likes doodling on paper but needs stuff online.

When I’m Not Doing All That…

I’m deep in fandom rabbit holes. My Hero Academia, Naruto, Pokémon—you know, the good stuff. I write way too much fanfiction and get way too attached to my OCs (I regret nothing). 

I game. A lot. Still obsessed with Final Fantasy XV (don’t @ me, Noctis deserved the world) and the Tales series. These games basically fuel my brain and sneak into my writing whether I mean it or not.

Oh, and I’m constantly hunting down new coffee shops or plotting my next mini adventure. Sometimes it’s a random road trip, sometimes it’s just wandering the city. All those vibes, they end up in my stories—intentional or not.

Real Talk: Why Your Support Matters

Making art takes time, caffeine, and the occasional meltdown. If you commission me or toss a coffee my way on Ko-Fi, you’re not just buying a service—you’re helping a fellow creative keep the lights on and the inspiration flowing.

Every gig lets me travel more, upgrade my setup, and get better at what I do. Plus, I learn something new with every single project. Seriously, your support means more than you know.

Whether you need a killer cover, want someone to hype up (or polish) your story, or just wanna chip in because you like my vibe—thank you. Big time.

Let’s Make Cool Stuff Happen

This isn’t just a business thing. I wanna collab, get to know your vision, and make sure what we create feels so “you” it hurts.

Wanna chat about your project? Hit me up! I swear, we’ll have fun and end up with something awesome.

Thanks for stopping by and thinking of me for your creative shenanigans. Now, come on—let’s make some magic. 🚀

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Wanderlust Postcard

“The world doesn’t ask for permission to be beautiful. It just is.”

I came across this image and couldn’t stop staring. That kind of quiet, glowing magic where the world slips into stillness for just a moment. The way the cliffs cradle the cove like a secret. The way the sun bleeds into the sea. It almost doesn’t feel real — like the kind of place you only find in dreams or RPGs.

But if you're wondering where something like this could actually exist? You’d probably be looking at Navagio Beach in Zakynthos, Greece or maybe the cliffs along the Amalfi Coast in Italy. That intense cerulean water, fiery sky, and rugged beauty scream Mediterranean paradise — the kind of hidden gem you reach by foot or boat, just in time for golden hour.

Places like this remind me why I want to travel more. Why I want to feel the wind off the cliffs, the warmth of sunset on my skin, the salt in the air. Not just scroll past it.

I’m making a list of places like this — not just to visit, but to write about. To turn into stories. Maybe I’ll find this cove one day… or maybe I’ll build one in a book and live there in my own way.

✨ Tag me if you’ve ever been somewhere that looked like this. Or if you’ve seen it in a dream. Or a game. I wanna know.

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"Gemma never liked other queens in her castle."

That's what Happy had muttered under his breath, watching from across the clubhouse as two forces of nature sized each other up like predators deciding who owned the territory.

The first time they met, Gemma smiled.

It didn't reach her eyes.

She swept into the room like she owned it — which, to be fair, she basically did. Every inch of Teller-Morrow, every corner of SAMCRO, every breath her son took was territory Gemma Teller had claimed through blood, manipulation, and sheer force of will.

"So you're the one they're all talkin' about," she said, voice sweet as poison, smooth as whiskey that burned going down. Her gaze traveled over Roxy like she was cataloging weapons, looking for weaknesses. "Got Jax all twisted up. Brave girl."

The words hung in the air like a challenge. Brave — but not necessarily smart. Girl — not woman. Every syllable carefully chosen to establish the hierarchy.

Roxy smiled back — polite, poised, unreadable. The kind of smile Aunt Polly had perfected in smoky Birmingham parlors, where one wrong word could get your throat cut but the right one could topple empires.

Because where she came from, women fought wars with words before fists. They built alliances in drawing rooms and destroyed enemies over tea. They wore silk gloves to hide the blood under their fingernails.

And make no mistake — this was war.

"Mrs. Teller," Roxy said, extending her hand like a lady at court. "I've heard so much about you."

All of it true. None of it good.

The handshake lasted exactly three seconds too long. Gemma's grip was firm, testing. Roxy's was steady, unyielding. Two women taking each other's measure, calculating strike points and exit strategies.

Around them, the clubhouse had gone quiet. Not the obvious kind of quiet — conversations still hummed, pool balls still clicked, motorcycles still rumbled outside. But there was an undercurrent of attention, like everyone was holding their breath.

The boys listened when Roxy spoke. She'd earned that through competence, through taking a bullet for Abel, through proving she understood their world without needing it explained.

Clay saw opportunity in her mysterious connections, the way problems seemed to solve themselves when she made phone calls to numbers no one recognized.

Jax saw more than he wanted to admit — saw home in her eyes, saw understanding in the way she didn't flinch when he came back covered in blood, saw the future he'd stopped believing in.

And Gemma? Gemma saw a threat to everything she thought she owned.

"Jax speaks very highly of you," Gemma continued, settling into her usual spot like a queen claiming her throne. "Says you're... helpful."

Helpful. Like she was some club sweetbutt who ran errands and warmed beds. Like she hadn't orchestrated three separate exits from federal investigations through carefully placed phone calls. Like she hadn't neutralized a rival crew's entire weapons cache with a single text message.

"I do what I can," Roxy replied, taking the seat across from her. Not beside her — that would be submission. Not standing — that would be aggression. Exactly equal, exactly opposite. "Family takes care of family."

The word family hit like a gunshot. Because that's what this was really about, wasn't it? Gemma had spent decades building her dynasty, making herself indispensable, ensuring that everything and everyone Jax loved had to go through her first.

And here was Roxy — beautiful, dangerous, self-sufficient Roxy — who didn't need Gemma's approval, didn't seek her guidance, didn't bow to her authority. Who looked at Jax like he was worth saving instead of controlling.

But Roxy didn't come to take a crown. She hadn't spent eleven years in exile just to play queen of someone else's castle.

She came to stand her ground.

And if that meant going toe-to-toe with the queen of Charming? Well. Polly Gray had taught her how to win those battles a long time ago.

"Never let them see you sweat, love," Polly had said, straightening young Roxy's dress before her first real family meeting. "Smile like you know something they don't. And always — always — make them wonder what you're really thinking."

"Well," Gemma said finally, her smile sharp enough to cut glass. "Aren't you just full of surprises."

Roxy's smile never wavered. "You have no idea."

The war had begun.

In Charming, there are no saints — only sinners choosing who they'll bleed for.

No Saints in Charming | Sons of Anarchy x Peaky Blinders Crossover When queens collide, kingdoms fall

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“She’d been playing the game so long, she almost forgot what it meant to trust someone.”

Here's an expanded version for Tumblr:

Roxy had lived a life of alliances. Everything was currency — names, favors, power. Information bought you breathing room. Silence bought you time. Blood bought you respect, but only if you spilled the right kind.

You gave trust sparingly, took it away quicker. That was the first lesson Tommy had taught her, back when she was still small enough to sit on his knee while he counted money and planned murders with equal care.

"Trust is a bullet, Roxy," he'd said, blue eyes cold as winter morning. "You only get to fire it once. Make sure you aim right."

She'd lived by that rule for twenty-six years. Had navigated the Blackwood empire, the American underworld, even the early days with SAMCRO by treating every relationship like a transaction. What did they want? What could she give? What would it cost her in the end?

But something about Jax was different.

He wasn't polished like the politicians her adoptive mother entertained. Wasn't careful like the criminals her father dealt with. Wasn't calculating like Tommy, measuring every word for maximum impact.

Jax Teller was raw honesty wrapped in leather and regret. He said what he meant and did what he said — no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much it cost him.

When he'd told her about Tara, about the baby, about the life he'd thought he wanted, his voice had cracked with genuine pain. When he'd admitted he was scared of becoming Clay, scared of what the club was turning him into, there hadn't been an angle. No manipulation. No hidden agenda.

Just truth. Brutal, beautiful truth.

It had been like watching someone bleed voluntarily.

"Why'd you come back?" he asked now, voice rough from whiskey and exhaustion. They were sitting on his bike outside the clubhouse, the California night heavy around them like a blanket.

She could have lied. Should have lied. Could have said something about business, about the club, about needing to check on things after Abel's kidnapping. Safe answers that would keep her walls intact.

Instead, she found herself saying, "Because you didn't lie to me."

The words came out quiet but sure, like a confession she hadn't meant to make.

"That's worth more than anything I've ever been offered."

And it was true. In a world built on deception, where even her own name was a carefully constructed fiction, Jax's honesty was like finding water in the desert. Dangerous to drink too much, but impossible to resist.

She didn't know where this would end. Didn't know if Tommy would kill him when the truth came out. Didn't know if SAMCRO would survive learning what she really was. Didn't know if she'd survive it with her heart intact.

But she was tired of pretending. Tired of measuring every word, calculating every smile, treating love like a business transaction.

And with Jax Teller? She wanted at least one thing in her life that wasn't built on a lie.

Even if it killed her.

Especially if it killed her.

"Roxy—" he started, but she pressed a finger to his lips.

"Don't," she whispered. "Don't say anything you can't take back."

Because once they crossed this line, there would be no going back to safe alliances and careful transactions. There would only be truth, and consequences, and the kind of love that started wars.

And she was finally ready for the fight.

In Charming, there are no saints — only sinners choosing who they'll bleed for.

No Saints in Charming | Sons of Anarchy x Peaky Blinders Crossover Some truths are worth dying for

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“SAMCRO wasn’t the first club to take her in. It might be the first to let her stay.”

Roxy didn't need a leather cut to know how clubs worked. She'd grown up in backrooms of Birmingham pubs, learned loyalty over whiskey and blood long before she could drink either.

The smell of cigarettes and motor oil was universal — whether it came from the Garrison or Teller-Morrow. The sound of men planning violence in hushed tones, the weight of secrets that could get you killed, the unspoken rules that kept families breathing. She knew it all by heart.

But Charming wasn't Birmingham. SAMCRO wasn't the Peaky Blinders. And Jax Teller wasn't any man she'd met before.

In Birmingham, men like Tommy commanded through fear and calculation. Every smile was a weapon, every conversation a chess move three steps ahead. She'd watched her brother turn loyalty into an art form, watched him build an empire on the bones of anyone stupid enough to cross the Shelby name.

Jax was different. He wore his heart too close to the surface, carried guilt like a second skin. He questioned things Tommy never would. Should we do this? Is there another way? What's the cost?

It made him dangerous in ways Tommy never was. Made him human.

"You know how this ends, right?" Chibs asked her one night, cigarette glowing orange in the dark outside the clubhouse. The Scotsman had been watching her for weeks now, reading her like she was a puzzle he couldn't quite solve.

She knew what he meant. Club girls came and went. Old ladies survived if they were smart and lucky. But women like her — women with their own power, their own secrets — they were wildcards. And wildcards had a way of exploding everything.

"I'm not here for the ending," she said, stubbing out her own cigarette. "I'm here because I chose to be."

And that's what scared her the most. For the first time in her twenty-six years, she wasn't following a carefully laid plan. Not Tommy's strategy, not the Blackwood family's long game, not even her own survival instincts.

She was following her heart.

And hearts — she'd learned from watching Aunt Polly navigate decades of Shelby chaos — were messy things to trust. They made you stupid. Made you soft. Made you choose love over logic, hope over experience.

Made you take bullets for babies that weren't even yours.

Made you call in favors that would blow your cover sky-high.

Made you fall for blue-eyed bikers who looked at you like you might be their salvation, when you knew damn well you might be their destruction instead.

"Aye," Chibs said quietly, and she could hear the understanding in his voice. "That's what I was afraid of."

Because choice was a luxury in their world. And luxury always came with a price.

In Charming, there are no saints — only sinners choosing who they'll bleed for.

No Saints in Charming | Sons of Anarchy x Peaky Blinders Crossover When worlds collide, secrets explode

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“Her last name was Shelby. She just hadn’t said it yet.”

Roxanna Blackwood. That was the name she used in Charming — light enough to fly under the radar, familiar enough to make questions die on people's tongues.

But her real name carried weight. It opened doors. It closed others. It started wars, and ended them just as fast. Shelby wasn't something you said lightly, especially not when you were supposed to be dead to that world.

And now that secret was getting harder to carry.

She'd been fifteen when Tommy made the deal with the Blackwoods. "You'll be safer there," he'd said, lighting another cigarette in that calculated way of his. "And we'll have eyes in America when we need them."

What he hadn't said was that it would feel like exile. That she'd spend eleven years building a life on borrowed identity, always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"You didn't hesitate," Jax told her now, voice low, rough with the kind of gratitude that cut deeper than anger. "You took a bullet for my son."

She still felt the phantom ache where the vest had caught the round, still heard Abel's crying in her dreams. The bulletproof vest had saved her life, but lying unconscious while they took him anyway? That failure was going to haunt her.

She didn't meet his eyes. Couldn't.

Because if he knew who she really was — what kind of family she came from, what kind of blood ran in her veins — he'd never look at her the same again. The Peaky Blinders weren't just another gang. They were legends whispered in dark corners, the kind of people other criminals crossed streets to avoid.

And if Tommy found out what she felt for Jax? God help them both.

Her brother had a way of making problems disappear. Permanently.

"Abel's going to be okay," she said instead, fingers unconsciously tracing the razor blade tattoo behind her ear — the one she always kept hidden under her hair. "We're going to get him back."

Jax's hand found hers, and for a moment she let herself believe this could be simple. That she could be just Roxy, the woman who'd fallen for a man with kind eyes and a dangerous smile. Not Tommy Shelby's little sister. Not a weapon disguised as an ally.

But secrets had a way of exploding at the worst possible moments.

And hers was about to blow everything apart.

In Charming, there are no saints — only sinners choosing who they'll bleed for.

No Saints in Charming | Sons of Anarchy x Peaky Blinders Crossover Coming Soon

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🖤 Scene Teaser | No Saints in Charming

“You Jax?” Tommy asked, lighting a cigarette with steady hands. “Good. Let me be clear about something — Roxy’s my sister. If you hurt her… you’ll regret it. And I don’t make idle threats.”

There was no yelling. No posturing.
Just Tommy Shelby standing with a smoke in his mouth and a promise in his voice.

Jax didn’t flinch, but he sure as hell listened.

“I’ve buried better men for less,” Tommy added, tone casual — deadly.

Roxy left Birmingham on her own terms.
She walked away from the family business, from violence dressed in velvet and blood-tied loyalty.
But she didn’t leave her brother’s protection behind.
And she sure as hell didn’t leave her last name.

“She’s stronger than all of us put together,” Tommy said, smoke curling from his lips. “But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t break.”

The warning hung in the air — sharp as a blade, quiet as a promise.

And Jax?

He took a long breath, eyes steady.
“I ain’t lookin’ to break her,” he said. Voice low, deliberate.
“But you should know — if someone tries… they’ll have to go through me first.”

Tommy studied him for a beat. No smile. No approval. Just the smallest nod — enough to say he heard him.

Because in this world? Words like that mattered more than any promise.

📌 No Saints in Charming — When two criminal empires collide, loyalty gets redefined.
Roxy chose her own path. Now Jax has to prove he belongs in it — without losing the war inside himself.

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🖤 First-Line Teaser | No Saints in Charming

"Jax said there were no saints in Charming. Roxy never claimed to be one—she just made sure the devil bled first."

She wasn’t patched in. She didn’t wear the cut. But when the bullets started flying, she was the one standing between the kid and the barrel.

Roxy Blackwood didn’t grow up soft. She was born into a world of violence dressed in velvet. Taught to smile with blood on her hands and walk away clean.

But then she met Jax Teller. And for once, she didn’t want to walk away.

So when Abel was taken— She took the shot. Woke up without the kid, but with one hell of a reason to burn every name off the list that led to him.

She’s not in the club. She’s not bound by the rules. And that’s exactly what makes her dangerous.

💥 If you're ready for a Sons of Anarchy x Peaky Blinders crossover where one woman takes on SAMCRO, the IRA, and her own blood—tap that ❤️ and reblog to let me know you're in.

📌 No Saints in Charming — coming soon. Loyalty. Blood. And the woman who never stays down.

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🖤 First-Line Teaser | No Saints in Charming

"The first time Roxy took a bullet for someone, she was seventeen and already knew better."

She didn’t grow up in a world where people got rescued.

She grew up in one where you handled it. Where you smiled at monsters and danced through rooms filled with billionaires who smiled back.

So when she met Jax Teller — all grit and grief and fire — she didn’t flinch. She saw him. Raw and reckless, sure. But real.

And when Abel was taken, she didn’t think. She threw herself between the gun and that boy. Took the hit. Didn’t break. Didn’t beg. Didn’t die.

She’s not a saint. Not in Charming. Not anywhere.

But she’s the one who came back for them all.

💥 If this story already has your heart, show me. Hit that ❤️. Reblog if you’re ready for bullets, backroom deals, Irish politics, and a woman who can handle the Shelbys and SAMCRO without losing herself.

📌 No Saints in Charming — coming soon

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📢 Writing Schedule Update!

Hey everyone! Just wanted to share a quick update on how I’ll be posting stories from now on ✨

Instead of hopping between series at random, I’ve created a rotation to give each fic the love and attention it deserves — while also helping me stay consistent and avoid burnout.

I'll be starting with the stories that currently have fewer chapters to balance things out, then I’ll follow this schedule:

💋 Week 1 – Kamisama Kiss 🌸 The shrine is stirring again. Rukia steps into a world of gods, spirits, and tangled fate.

⚡ Week 2 – Pokémon 🗺️ Trainer Hikari journeys deeper into Johto, where old ties resurface and legends start to awaken.

🔥 Week 3 – Genshin Impact 🗡️ The mercenary returns to Liyue, navigating danger, politics, and powerful secrets between Zhongli and Tartaglia.

🗝️ Week 4 – Kingdom Hearts ✨ A Keyblade wielder moves closer to uncovering the truth — and finding a place of her own in the multiverse.

🍃 Week 5 – Naruto 🌙 Rukia’s story continues: raising Naruto, facing spirits, and walking the line between duty and love.

🌙 Week 6 – Sailor Moon 💫 A new guardian emerges under the moonlight. Rukia’s journey takes a magical, emotional turn.

🧬 Week 7 – My Hero Academia 💥 Quirks, chaos, and tangled feelings. Hikari's world keeps heating up with each twist of fate.

🔮 Week 8 – Tales of Symphonia & Tales of the Abyss 🎭 Two epic JRPG worlds collide in a closing chapter full of magic, choices, and destiny.

📌 Once every story has the same number of chapters, I’ll take a short break to work on some brand-new projects I’ve been planning behind the scenes (yes, they’re gonna be good 👀).

Thank you for being here. Your support truly means the world and is what keeps me going 💛 Feel free to reblog and share if you’re excited for what’s ahead!

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“I’m not trying to break your heart, darlin’. I’m trying to keep someone else from doing it first.”

Roxanne knew something was off the second Rip asked to talk. He never asked. He just told.

But this time, he met her in the barn, arms crossed, leaning against the door like the words were already too heavy in his chest.

“I see the way you look at him,” Rip said. “Then you should see that he looks back,” she fired.

That’s when his jaw clenched.

“That’s exactly the problem.”

She didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to be told what she already knew — that Kayce Dutton was tangled in more than she’d ever be allowed to touch. Family. History. A wife. A life that didn’t have room for her.

“I’d rather see you with Ryan,” Rip said quietly. “Or hell, Travis. At least they wouldn’t leave you pickin’ up your own pieces.”

And then he did something she didn’t expect.

He handed Ryan a wad of cash and told him, “Take her out. Show her there’s more out there than men who don’t know what they want.”

Roxanne didn’t speak. She just stared at Rip, voice small.

“So what, I’m not allowed to love him?”

“You can,” Rip said. “But that doesn’t mean you should.”

And for once, Roxanne didn’t know what to say.

📌 A Yellowstone OC story about warnings spoken in love, choices made in silence, and the people who try to protect you—even if it breaks their heart to do it.

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He told himself walking away was the right thing. So why did it feel like losing?”

Kayce’s never been good at staying away from the things that hurt him — or the things he might hurt.

And after what Rip said, maybe he should’ve walked away from Roxanne a long time ago.

“She deserves peace,” Rip told him. “Not another war in cowboy boots.”

So Kayce kept his distance. Stopped meeting her eyes across the corral. Stopped finding reasons to help with the horses she trained. Stopped showing up just to hear her sing when she thought no one was listening.

But staying away didn’t stop how he felt.

Not when she smiled at Ryan like he used to. Not when she rode off with Travis for another round of shows. Not when she hugged him like it was just a goodbye and not a goodbye forever.

And maybe Rip was right. Maybe Kayce had nothing left to offer but a trail of broken promises.

But damn it, she made him want more.

And that scared the hell out of him.

📌 A Yellowstone OC story about restraint, heartbreak, and the kind of love you try to bury — only to realize it’s the only thing worth digging for.

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If you’re gonna break her heart, don’t bother riding back up this mountain.”

Rip doesn’t say much when he’s angry. He just looks at you like he’s sizing up a problem he already knows how to bury.

So when he pulled Kayce aside, hands on his belt, jaw tight— Kayce knew what was coming.

“Stay away from her.” Kayce didn’t blink. “Rip—” “No. I mean it.”

Roxanne had already lost too much. Miss Dutton. Her childhood. Herself for a while. And Rip had watched her claw her way back — from the barn to the arena, from silence to singing again.

“She doesn’t need another lone cowboy who’s gonna ride off for a wife again,” Rip said, voice low and cold. “Hell, I’d rather see her with Ryan or Travis. At least they’d stay.”

Then he stepped closer, voice dropping to a warning.

“But you? You break her heart, Kayce…” “You’ll be takin’ a ride to the train station. And I will be the one drivin’.”

Some threats are empty. Rip’s never are.

📌 A Yellowstone OC story full of tension, loyalty, and the kind of love people are willing to fight for — even if it’s not their own.