#MASS TAGGING YIPPEE | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

vivispec · 1 year ago

Text

hey, i’m bloo/vivi (she/her, 25). feel free to send me asks/message me/tag me in stuff, i always love interaction! icon and sidebar by my bestie @sweetmage

mostly posting dragon age rn (and for the foreseeable future) but i’m also pretty big on bg3, outer wilds, mass effect, zelda, msa, ghibli, ancient magus bride, and lots of other things i pick up and put down. i do a lot of writing for my da ocs which you can find on my ao3 here.

speaking of, here are links to my big completed projects:

reckless momentum (what would hawke do if carver was the warden contact? my submission for the 2024 dragon age big bang with art by @ladyofc)

kindling and set yourself on fire (my DA2 submissions for the wipbigbang with BEAUTIFUL art by @sweetmage)

derecho (my DAI submission for the 2023 dragon age big bang, with AMAZING art by neoendydy)

my whumptober 2022 collection (100% completed because. i have issues.)

under the cut are my dragon age ocs whomst i love dearly, and write about pretty much exclusively! i am a dirty dirty console player so janky quality be upon ye

just realized all but one of these bitches is elves. look. i told you i got issues ok.

here we have my beloved viera’vun ‘viera’ lavellan, my inquisitor and a solasmancer (i am so sorry to her), as well as the oc i write most by far. she was a dalish hunter trained primarily in daggers, later specializing as a tempest. she is a pathfinder at heart whose greatest strengths are her perceptiveness and resilience, while her greatest weaknesses lie in her impulsivity, lack of assurance in her identity, and her tendency to run from her problems. i have a bunch of fucked up aus centered around her and all the situations i put her into! she likes to run, climb, and sing (she is Bad at it). varric calls her ‘finch’.

iloniyn, my most preciousest boy. him and viera are hunting partners as well as (platonic) soulmates, a phenomenon known to the dalish as tael’inan. they are each one half of a whole. iloniyn is incredibly sarcastic, confident, and prickly, but tends to care deeply about those that he considers his people, and gives of himself freely to them (even if he complains while doing it). he is bonded to @sweetmage‘s oc athimien, likes to whittle, is a great shot, and can play the lute. varric calls him ‘snipe’.

ishme aeducan, a sharp, hard woman who will not be made a fool again. raised to navigate the subtle and dangerous world of dwarven politics, she is incredibly cunning, and often pulling the strings in any given situation. she is softened by alistair, who teaches her how to be a person as she teaches him how to be a king. wields dual blades as a warrior.

taufei! oooh i love taufei. a leader alongside ishme by the end of origins, she is idealistic, friendly, and generally just a chill person to hang with. though content enough to do her own thing, once she sets her sights on something, she does not relent, often leading her into...hairy situations. those situations include wooing a witch of the wilds and having a sweet lil totally-not-in-any-way-shape-or-form-creepy baby with her! yippee! she was the second of her clan, though her magic was never incredibly powerful and, as such, she made her living on making and infusing potions for her clan. she is a skilled herbalist, knows enough archery to protect herself, and actually has really long luscious curls that Do Not Exist in game you are just going to have to trust me okay.

kita tabris. she is...intense. if you are her friend she is kinda just a dudebro. picked up the big sword her mother used to wield and decided to learn how to use it because, hell yeah, big sword (which, as it so happens, is exactly what her mom did). if you are not her friend, she is. intense. finds battle thrilling, and isn’t afraid to spill blood. while she can come across as flippant or immature, much of her disregard stems from an avoidance of her more serious (and painful) thoughts and emotions. she is zevran’s gorgeous and incredibly powerful girlfriend whomst he adores and cherishes, and the fact that she can, will, and has crushed a man’s skull with her bare hands only strengthens his devotion.

araia surana, a very sweet young mage who is wholly overwhelmed by this big, new world around her. previously a teacher’s pet who didn’t much mind kinloch hold with little in the way of friends, jowan’s ‘betrayal’ left her reeling with nowhere to turn. while she is curious of the world beyond, she is also incredibly anxious. she picks up a habit of lying to avoid confrontation, and while she is very good at it, her dishonesty puts strain on her and leliana’s relationship early on. her passion is in ancient and forgotten magical techniques and practices. she loves listening to leliana’s stories of adventure and romance, and often plays ‘doll’ when her girlfriend decides she needs something to dress up. after the archdemon is defeated, she spearheads efforts to find the cure for the joining.

#pinned intro #been meaning to do one of these for. a long time #all of my ocs be upon ye!!#lets be real tho this ain't them all skjdnas

9 notes · View notes

homestuck-textposts · 3 months ago

Note

here :::3

The spider one has already been done (x) but uhh here :3

#homestuck #homestuck textposts #More mass tagging yippee #this is thereputic #dirk strider #arquiusprite #nepeta leijon #karkat vantas #ga #gamzee makara #dave strider #john egbert #eridan ampora #sollux captor #equius zahhak #dyslexic eridan is such a real headcanon to me

70 notes · View notes

panathanvibezartbin · 3 months ago

Text

ever since i managed to figure out how mass-tagging works i think i can now put content warnings and some extra on things with alot less hassle so yippee,, though i think ill still keep tags minimal since i dont need a bajillion of em for a singular drawing as often as i post huh

#pan yapping shinnannigans

1 note · View note

wireframearson · 1 year ago

Text

120 ATTACKS!!!

done with attacks for the year besides any revenges for some last-minute attacks (im probably lying) so here we go!

(this isnt anywhere near all of em, just my favorites. also theyre roughly in order of when they were made)

https://artfight.net/attack/4213659.hearts-for-a-king

https://artfight.net/attack/4238081.standard-issue-silly-straw

https://artfight.net/attack/4300942.perspective

https://artfight.net/attack/4307058.simple-shaped-mass-attack

https://artfight.net/attack/4313441.sunny-day

https://artfight.net/attack/4331217.design-an-oc

https://artfight.net/attack/4368468.sunlit-garden-mass-attack

https://artfight.net/attack/4409908.with-honey

https://artfight.net/attack/4601498.12345

https://artfight.net/attack/4625986.welcome-to-artfight (< i made this one for one of my irl friends)

https://artfight.net/attack/4693108.design-attack

https://artfight.net/attack/4835808.wheee

https://artfight.net/attack/4965164.notepad

https://artfight.net/attack/5001444.hop-skip-jump

https://artfight.net/attack/5050811.watch-out

https://artfight.net/attack/5208847.rar

https://artfight.net/attack/5203686.heyoo

https://artfight.net/attack/5276649.water-bottle

https://artfight.net/attack/5312522.mushroom

https://artfight.net/attack/5595581.awawa

https://artfight.net/attack/5616956.bookmarks-again

https://artfight.net/attack/5721734.besties

YIPPEE!!! if i had the brainpower to go through and tag everyone whos featured i would but. hoooough not right now

commissions are open btw

#artfight #artfight 2023 #team vampire #artfight vampire #digital art #art #art dump #blood tw #blood cw #cw blood #tw blood #eyestrain tw #eyestrain cw #cw eyestrain #tw eyestrain #fanart

0 notes

yikestripes · 5 years ago

Text

School’s Out for Summer: Bill Denbrough x Fem!Reader

Here’s my first IT lil writing blurb! I’m so excited to get back into writing and stuff, especially since I got yeeted into the IT fandom headfirst just 2 weeks ago, and haven’t gotten anything about it off my mind since then but we livin. Anyway, here’s young bill x fem!reader!

Warnings: cursing, kissing, the like.

The summer had barely gotten started, when things around your hometown were getting a little weird. Derry, Maine was never the most particularly normal town, but usually it was nowhere near this... eerie, all the time.

Nevertheless, you were still ready to plunge into the quarry the first day of summer.

Suddenly, a flash of black and red flew in and out of your vision, whipping passed you like you weren’t even there.

It was Richie Tozier, the king of impatience.

“Beep beep, Richie!” You say, smirking.

Richie rolls his eyes and tries to hide the small smile that crossed his lips.

“I don’t usually do slow, but you know what, ANYTHING for you baby!” Richie replied, looking you up and down thirstily.

You just shake your head. Before you get the chance to say something back, your childhood best friend disappeared among the crowd of kids pushing their way out of the school in a mass, ready to start their summer adventures.

Suddenly, a hand fell on your shoulder.

You whipped around, ready to rip away from whoever was touching you, but it was just Bill.

Bill Denbrough.

The love of your life.

Your neighbor.

Your childhood best friend.

Your loser.

“Hey, r-r-ready to g-g-get your ass dunked at the q-quarry?” He stuttered, grinning from ear to ear.

“Me, get MY ass dunked? Please!” You lightly nudged his shoulder as you walked through the crowded hallway.

“P-please what? Don’t w-wanna get your hair w-w-wet?” He ruffled your hair as you tried to swat his hand away.

Bill was, at best, a head or two taller than you; swatting his hands away every time he tried to put his hand near your hair was difficult, and most of the time useless, since Stan would usually tag team it, and get your nicely done hair frizzy anyway.

“Bill stop!” You whined.

Bill laughed and let his arm come to rest on your shoulder, making heat rise in your cheeks. This isn’t the first time he’s done this, and most certainly not the last, but it sure made you wonder.

“Puh-LEASE! He’s so obviously in love with you!” Beverly said, running a hand through her messy hair.

“I don’t know Bev, have you SEEN the way he looks at you?” You let your mind wander to all the times you’ve caught Bill staring at Bev, especially when he thought neither of you were looking.

Little did you know, he was always staring at you. The way your hair fell and framed your face, the way your whole face lit up when you were talking about something you’re passionate about, or even when you showed all the boys up at the quarry, the first day they brought you.

He had been in love with you since the day he met you. But he couldn’t ever find the words to tell you.

A voice to your left took you out of your thoughts; it was Ben, going on and on about some new fact he read about in his latest musings in the library.

You were half paying attention, still slightly preoccupied by Bill’s arm that had since deserted your shoulder.

His hand was so close to yours, that in a single move you could reach out and grab it, and never let go. You played with the idea for a minute, had it gone poorly, you could’ve found some convenient excuse. You didn’t mean to, you weren’t paying attention, you thought he was grabbing yours, the possibilities were endless.

Of course Bill would believe you, he would believe anything you said, just because you said it.

Unbeknownst to you, he wanted more than anything to just reach out and take your hand in his, and finally tell you how he felt.

The idea made him more sick than the time Richie made the loser’s ride “The Vomit Comet” 6 times in a day.

Bill absentmindedly smiled at the memory.

You had brought your new camera you had just gotten for your birthday, which you were celebrating at the theme park, and took pictures of every possible moment.

Eddie lecturing the Losers on how unhealthy the food was and how questionable the rides were, Richie making some snarky comment to Eddie about doing it with his mom, Eddie and Richie bickering.

There were also some really nice photos; Bev had taken the camera when you weren’t paying attention, and snapped a few really cute candids of you and Bill laughing, smiling, and looking at each other the way only two childhood sweethearts could.

You got shots of Bev playing games and smacking Richie in the back of the head, then Richie giving you both the finger.

“HAPPY SUMMER LOSERS!” Bev yells, jumping on your back.

“Talley ho and pip pip my good fellows! We must be on our way!” Richie said, causing Eddie to roll his eyes.

“I hate when you do that accent!” He muttered, fiddling with his fanny pack.

“What’s that, Eddie? I can’t hear you over the sound of me fucking your mom!”

The bickering ensued for the entire walk to the quarry.

“Will they ever stop?” You wondered out loud, only half serious.

“N-nope. Not even w-w-when we’re adults,” Bill replied with a shrug. “They’ll g-go on this way f-f-forever.”

“Do you think we’ll all still be friends when we’re adults? Like, our parents ages?” Stanley asked, sounding worried.

Bev slung her arm across Stan’s shoulders and ran a hand through his messy curls.

“Of course we will, kid!” Stan shook her off, trying to contain his smile despite his worry.

The brief walk from school to the Quarry came to an abrupt end, when you all prepared for the next step. Conquering the cliff for the first time that summer.

“YIPPEE KI-YAY MOTHERFUCKERS!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, flinging yourself off the edge of the jumping cliff, into the cool water below.

You immerse yourself in the water, allowing it to swallow you entirely for a brief moment.

You resurface, and come face to face with Bill, who’s looking up to the sky, trying to convince Ben to jump.

“Come on, New Kid! You can do it!” Beverly encouraged.

“Let’s go Ben! We don’t have all day!” Richie chimed in, impatient.

You catch Bill’s eyes darting towards the other Losers, then at you, making you a bit nervous.

You raise an eyebrow at him; “what?”

“This.” He smirked, and pulled you under.

Once he pulled you down, you opened your eyes and looked around, only to sense a small tap on your shoulder. You whip around to see Bill, a closed mouth smile permeating his face, waving at you.

You grin as he just looks at you, as if you were the only person in the entire world.

For just a moment, you were.

You swim up and break the surface, to see the other Loser’s have already crossed the pond, preoccupied with picking teams for chicken fights.

Bill begins swimming towards them, when you grab his hand underwater.

He looks back at you with his eyebrows raised, speaking without words.

You pull him close to you and wrap your arms around his neck, your eyes darting back and forth between his eyes, and his lips.

He grins, and closes the gap between you two, pulling you into the sweetest kiss you’d ever had.

A kiss that was worth the wait, and then some.

You both pull away and hear the cheers and cries of the Losers from across the Quarry.

“It’s about damn time!”

“FINALLY!”

“I told you so!”

“You owe my 5 bucks!”

Bill grabs your hand and spins you around, smiling at you like you were the only thing on his mind.

You were.

You pulled him close, and kissed him again.

This was going to be the most interesting summer of your life.

And it all started with Bill Denbrough.

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough imagine #bill denbrough x reader #young bill #losers #the losers club #the losers club imagines #it #it chapter 2 #it chapter ii #beverly marsh #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #love #stanely uris #it headcanons #it imagines

219 notes · View notes

ericsonclan · 4 years ago

Text

She Sees Seashells

Summary: Renata invites Minnie for a walk along the beach. Minnie wonders how much of herself she can share.

Word Count: 3312

Read on AO3:

It had been a few months since Minnie discovered the bakery in town. She would drop by every few days to get bread for herself and Tenn and each time Renata would greet her with the same enthusiasm. Sometimes the shop was busy and there were other customers to attend to, but Renata always made sure to spare a few moments to chat with Minnie and slip a few extra treats into her basket. On days when no one else was there though, Renata would drag Minnie into the back of the store and tell her all sorts of stories about her life while offering Minnie new types of bread and sweets to try.

She’d learned quite a bit about Renata in their time together. Renata’s parents weren’t dead as Minnie had first suspected. Rather they were simply too old to run the bakery anymore so Renata had taken over. Though it was clear Renata loved the bakery dearly, Minnie could also tell she felt somewhat trapped in her current circumstances, longing for the freedom to explore other avenues in life or visit other places. Renata never let herself get glum though. She always had something positive to talk about, whether it be a new recipe she had tried, a funny encounter with one of the townspeople or even a joke she’d come up with.

From time to time questions came up about Minnie’s life. She tried to keep things as vague as possible. No, she wasn’t from around here. She’d spent her childhood traveling then taken a career at sea before her untimely injury led her to settle on shore. Minnie felt somewhat guilty for not telling the truth: that she was an orphan, a street rat, a former pirate. But would Renata want to keep talking to her if she knew of those things? This was the first time in years Minnie had a friend; she didn’t want to squander this opportunity simply for the sake of brutal honesty. Besides, from what she could piece together, Renata was rather lonely as well. Most of her friends had married, gone to sea or moved away. If Minnie could make herself a suitable friend to help Renata quell some of that loneliness, that was good enough for her.

---

It was a somewhat cloudy morning when Minnie spotted a figure making their way along the hills. She had been sitting outside with Tenn, carving a flute as he worked to paint the roiling sea. Minnie squinted suspiciously as the figure approached. They never received visitors up this way. She was surprised when she found it to be Renata. With a covered basket swinging in one arm and a smile upon her face, Renata came strolling over to them.

“Hi, guys! I finally figured out where you live. I knew you said it was up in the hills, Minnie, but I wasn’t expecting it to be this far!” Renata leaned over to see the painting Tenn was working on. “Holy crap, Tenn! That looks exactly like the ocean today – you’ve really got a knack for this,”

“Thanks, Renata,” Tenn smiled shyly. He’d tagged along with Minnie a few times to the bakery so he’d met Renata but he often excused himself after a few minutes, leaving to finish the rest of the shopping. Minnie wondered to herself if he did that on purpose to give her alone time with Renata. The thought made her jittery inside, though judging by Renata’s friendliness toward everyone she met, Minnie doubted Tenn’s suspicions were correct. If that’s what they even were. Thinking like that had Minnie second-guessing herself at every turn so she usually nipped it in the bud.

Renata’s attention was diverted to Minnie. “What are you working on, Min?”

“Just a simple flute. They usually sell pretty well at market,” Minnie tried to keep her eyes focused on the task at hand even as her skin warmed at Renata’s presence by her side.

Renata whistled, impressed by her handiwork. “I’m gonna have to drop by next time you guys go to market. Just watch me buy out the entire stall,”

Minnie smiled at the thought. From what she knew, Renata didn’t make enough from the bakery to fulfill promises like that. Still, she appreciated the thought. The heady smell of cinnamon coming from Renata’s basket distracted her. Minnie nodded towards it. “What’s in there?”

“Half is sticky buns and some other sweets for you two. The rest is old bread I’ve been saving for the seagulls,” A mischievous grin crossed Renata’s lips. “Do you guys want to join me while I walk the beach and throw bread at them? It’s pretty fun,”

“I need to finish this painting before the weather changes,” Tenn replied, his eyes still on his canvas. “But I’m sure Minnie would love to join you,”

“Alright! You ready to go, Min?”

Minnie looked up into Renata’s bright, expectant eyes. There was no way she could say no to her. “Alright. Let me just get my tools inside then we can head out.”

“Yippee!” Renata ran ahead of her into the house. “I’ll find a spot for the sticky buns!”

---

It was a pleasant day considering the cloudiness. One of those mornings where it looks like it’ll rain but never does. Minnie and Renata made their way down to the beach, chatting about this and that until they came across a flock of seagulls lazily circling above them.

Renata let out an excited gasp. “There they are!” Digging inside her basket, she tossed a handful of crumbs high into the air. “Come and get it, ya turds!” Grabbing Minnie’s hand, she pulled her behind a nearby boulder to wait for the gulls to notice the snack they’d been left. It only took a few moments for the birds to catch on, descending en masse from above and fighting over the scraps of stale bread cast along the sand. Renata giggled as she watched the brawling. “They always go ham over it!”

Minnie found herself watching Renata’s face more than the actual bird battle. The way her nose wrinkled in excitement, her teeth biting her lower lip in anticipation of which bird would win he most scraps, the stray curl that had fallen out of her bun… Minnie found herself wanting to brush it behind Renata’s ear, but stopped herself. When Renata glanced her way, her eyes shot out to the beach, intently watching the match between the two largest gulls.

“Looks like things have settled down a bit. We can’t have that. Excuse me,” With that Renata ran out of their hiding place with a banshee cry, swinging her basket wildly. The gulls flew back up into the air in annoyance. As soon as they were clear of her, Renata placed her basket down on the sand. Grabbing two handfuls of crumbs this time, she spun in a circle, scattering them out in all directions. Her mission complete, she picked up her basket once more and returned to crouch beside Minnie. Within seconds the gulls had descended upon the scraps once more.

“Alright, Min, this time we’re running out there together. We’re not even gonna give them the satisfaction of finishing this round. You ready?”

Minnie nodded, a smile crossing her own face. Renata’s excitement was contagious. “Ready,”

“On the count of three then. One, two… three!” The girls ran out together, squealing excitedly and wildly waving their arms. The seagulls were loath to give up their bread, many hopping around to grab as many pieces as possible, avoiding the girls rather than flying away. Renata resorted to stomping her feet and leaping high into the air, making as much noise as possible to scare them off. Minnie didn’t go quite as far, but she joined in the arm waving and shouting, trying to scare off some of the larger gulls.

Once the last gull had flown off, the girls shared a proud smile.

“Let’s walk a bit farther before throwing more bread, see if we can find a new flock,” Renata suggested.

Minnie agreed. She didn’t really care what they were up to – she just wanted this time to last longer. Being out here on the beach with Renata with absolutely no one else around was so pleasant. The bakery was nice, but there was always the chance of a customer walking in and their time being cut short. Here they were all alone – no interruptions. You shouldn’t let yourself think like this, Minnie scolded herself. Telling yourself you just want to be friends with her and then thinking shit like this? You can’t fool yourself. If you aren’t careful, you won’t fool her either.

They walked for some time without seeing more gulls. Renata asked Minnie more about herself: her likes and dislikes, her dreams, her family. Minnie talked about Sophie. She kept out most details but told Renata of how they had been separated for a long time, how badly she had tried to get her back, and how at last they’d been reunited. She wasn’t sure how much sense the story made without including any of the crimes she had committed all those years on the Delta or the bloody battles that had left her burnt and scarred, but Renata listened with rapt attention, taking in every word. They were both so absorbed in conversation that they didn’t even notice the clouds growing darker until the first raindrop fell directly on Minnie’s nose.

Both of them looked to the sky. What had appeared to be a pleasant, cloudy day had quickly grown stormy, a rumble echoing across the shore from deep within the sky. Before they could even think of returning to the cottage the sky opened and sheets of rain came pouring down upon them.

“Find shelter!” Renata cried, placing the basket atop her head.

Minnie’s eyes searched the stretch of beach. She’d come across a cave in her explorations soon after she and Tenn had settled here. It shouldn’t be far… there! Minnie’s finger shot out, pointing to the unassuming pile of rocks. “There’s a cave over there! We’ll be safe inside!” They sprinted toward the opening, hearts pounding as lightning shot down in the distance, touching the ocean. This was a serious storm. The entrance to the cave was narrow. Leading the way, Minnie squeezed through the tunnel, Renata close behind. As she’d remembered, the cave quickly opened us as soon as they got inside. It was a fairly small space, but dry save for an opening in the ceiling at the far end where rain drizzled through. Minnie was thankful for the light it offered though. They wouldn’t be trapped in utter darkness.

“Wow, what a storm!” Renata exclaimed. “We were in it for what, two minutes? Already I’m soaked through!” She reached down to the hem of her skirt, wringing it out. Water dribbled out onto the sandy floor.

“You’re alright? Are you cold?” Minnie looked round the cave floor, wondering if there was any driftwood she could use to start a fire. Who knew how long they’d be stuck in here.

“Nah, I’m fine. Not like it was that cold of a day anyway. Plus being in here shields us from any wind,” Renata looked round the cave. “This place is awesome. How’d you find it?”

Minnie shrugged. “Just came across it on one of my morning walks. Figured it could come in handy someday,”

For what? Hiding buried treasure perhaps?” Renata walked closer to Minnie, a mischievous grin on her face.

“I don’t think it’s well hidden enough for that,” Minnie looked down at Renata with a smile. Her hair was slick from the rain, almost jet black in the dim light. The lock that had come free from her bun was now plastered to her cheek, tempting Minnie. Before she thought better of it, Minnie reached out, tucking it behind Renata’s ear.

Renata’s seemed surprised at the gesture, her eyes widening.

Minnie’s hand froze by Renata’s ear, terrified by what she’d just done. Shit. I messed up. I’ve showed my cards, haven’t I? She’s not going to want anything to do with me now. She’ll-

Renata’s hands suddenly came up, cupping Minnie’s face. Going onto her tiptoes, she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Minnie’s lips. Minnie felt her heart stop at the gesture, freezing in the terror and euphoria of the moment. She didn’t move. Renata’s lips pulled away, and all was silent save for the sound of the rain trickling down from up above. Renata bit her lip, casting her eyes to the floor. “Guess I read too much into this, huh? Sorry. Now I’ve made things weird,”

No, that wasn’t it. That kiss had been electric, everything Minnie hadn’t let herself dare to hope for. But she didn’t deserve it. Renata didn’t even know who she really was. Minnie felt her throat go dry. Could she really tell Renata the whole truth? She had to - she couldn’t let Renata go blaming herself for why she’d froze. “I was a pirate… before I came here. I killed people,”

Renata looked up, her expression unreadable. She stayed silent. Minnie knew she had to continue.

“When I said I travelled when I was young, that was a lie. I wandered the streets looking for scraps. I was an orphan. My sister and I were captured by a group of pirates. That year was-” Minnie’s tongue caught in her throat at the memory, “Hell. She and I tried to escape, but Sophie fell in the water and I thought she’d died. That’s when was rescued by the Delta. They told me there was a way to bring her back. And I sold my soul to them to find it,”

The rest of the story came pouring out of Minnie. The lives she had taken in search of the items Lilly needed, her blind belief in the promise that once they’d achieved their goals they’d have the ability to bring Sophie back to life. Her battle with her childhood friends, the ways she had hurt them, maimed them. The blast that permanently scarred her own face. Finding Sophie was alive and being too far gone to believe it was really her. At last finding the courage to stand against Lilly and her lies though it would cost her life. The sinking of the ship, the miraculous rescue, and coming ashore here, vowing to live a quiet life of peace for the rest of her days. Minnie’s voice shook as she confessed, the weight of all she carried and had hidden pressing down on her now. “I’m not a good person, Renata. I tried to pretend to be because I wanted to be your friend. But I shouldn’t have lied to you. I’m sorry,” Minnie’s eyes remained fixed to the floor, too ashamed to face her. At least the truth was out in the open now. It was better that way than living a lie. Renata deserved more than that.

Renata was silent. Was she going to flee? Brave the dangers of the storm outside rather than be trapped here with a cold-blooded killer? Instead a hand touched Minnie’s shoulder. Minnie flinched at the touch, drawing back instinctively in fear. Her back hit the cave wall. Looking down at Renata, she saw sadness in her eyes, an apology. Her hand stayed in place though.

“Thank you for telling me all that. I figured there had to be more to your story, just didn’t know when you’d feel comfortable sharing it. Scars like this…” her hand came up, a thumb caressing Minnie’s cheek. “Run deep. I’m sorry you had to go through so much pain before finally finding a place to rest. It’s not fair,”

Does she see me as a victim? “It was my choice. My decisions that led to this scar,”

“Maybe. But it was also your decisions that saved your siblings’ lives. Saved everybody’s lives from the sound of it,” Renata’s gaze was steady upon her.

It was too much for Minnie. Flustered, she looked away, her heart pounding within her chest.

“I’d like to kiss you again. May I?”

She was asking? Minnie didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know if she could manage to say anything even if she tried. “Uh huh,”

“Good,” Renata’s hand slipped up into Minnie’s hair, anchoring her as she lifted herself up for another kiss. Her lips were soft, warm. And even wet with rain, she still smelled like cinnamon.

Minnie moaned into the kiss. Her arms came down, wrapping tightly round Renata’s waist. This was what she’d wanted. What she was too afraid to ask for. She wanted to disappear inside this moment, let it overcome her until it was all she knew. Renata pulled back for air only to dip forward again. She let out a little yelp of surprise as Minnie lifted her to stand on top of her shoes, giving her an extra few inches. It didn’t stop her kisses though. They alternated between long and quick before suddenly her lips were upon Minnie's face, peppering her with kisses. Minnie clung to Renata, her hands gripping her tightly, arms pulling her closer. She didn’t want her to stop, never wanted it to stop. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt like this, so excited and happy she couldn’t breathe. Renata wanted her. She’d told her everything and she still wanted her. She still couldn’t believe this was real.

Eventually the fervor of the moment had both of them needing a breather. They pulled apart but Renata remained atop Minnie’s feet, rocking back and forth happily. Grinning, she pressed her face into the crook of Minnie’s neck. “Whould’ve thought it would take a rainstorm for me to finally get up the nerve to kiss you! I’ve been wanting to do that ever since you came through my door with that dopey, lost look on your face,”

Minnie chuckled. “That was your first impression of me? Didn’t know I was that impressive,”

“I just knew I couldn’t let you slip away,” Renata wiped a droplet off Minnie’s cheek. “I don’t think I’ve ever given that many free samples to a customer in my life,”

“I’d hope not. I’d be jealous if you had,” Minnie glanced down at Renata, smirking as she shyly hid her face against her. “You know I’ve been eating a ton of bread lately. We never run out of it that fast. Tenn kept offering me his portions since he noticed how much I was eating. Couldn’t find it in myself to explain what I was really doing,”

Renata chuckled. “Guess my plan worked after all. Get you hooked on my bread before I won you over with my sparkling personality,”

“It didn’t take long for you to hook me,” Minnie murmured. Her cheeks heated slightly when she realized how forward that sounded.

Renata simply giggled, her lips pressing against Minnie’s cheek, catching the corner of her lip in a way that had Minnie going in for a kiss. Renata hummed approvingly, her eyes lidded in a dreamy haze as they pulled apart. “Guess this means we’re together now,”

“If you want me,”

“Silly, of course I do! What part of the last ten minutes has you thinking I wouldn’t?” Renata playfully scolded, cupping Minnie’s face in her hands. “Guess you need some more convincing,” With that she began another barrage of kisses across Minnie’s face, causing Minnie to devolve into giggles as her arms trailed round Renata’s back once more, holding her steady. Overhead, Minnie could hear that the rain had softened, the droplets now a gentle pitter patter above them. She should probably let Renata know; they needed to get back to the cottage before Tenn got too worried. But they could spare a few minutes more. For now, she would live in this moment.

#twdg #twdg tenn #twdg minnie #twdg renata #twdg minata #fanfic #a pirate's life for me au

1 note · View note