#Rhy responds

[borahaerhy]

Dealer ch 9

A bit late but here I am anyways.😁

First of it's amazing as always. Love the flow, the charachters and there specific traits come over super well. It's just a joy to read.

You said at the end you were typing and typing and it got long. Well I gotta say. I don't think it can ever be to long. It reads so smooth wich is amazing but sometimes I feel like it's over to quick (not a bad thing, I just love it so much, I keep wanting more)

I love the protective and worried yoongi. It is so damn cute.

I secretly hope yn and yoongi become this bad ass team in the end. Not just them I mean all of them, but especially yn and yoongi that team up and do crazy shit togheter. Just because they can and they are baddies togheter.

Also...GIRLLL...how dare you leave us with such a freaking cliffhanger. I swear my heart was going crazy from the suspense...and then nothing. I was like damn she just did that, this cliffhanger...OMG.

So yeah needless to say that I can't wait for the next chapter. I mean at this point I need to read a dictionary for some good compliments and praises because I keep repeating myself. It's just that damn good. I really really love it.

Lots of love💜

Ur not late you're right on time 😘☺️

Lol I don't think anyone would've minded it running long other than me xD. I have OCD so I try to keep the length of the chapters of my pic's all right around the same length as the first one (idk why, it just has to happen) But I know these chapter's are pretty short, blame past Rhy for making the first chapter so damn short 😪

And I kNOWWW, protective Yoongi does it for me, he's so wholesome and just wants mc to be safe 🙃 Them being a powerful badass team in the end is honestly the only thing keeping me going lol.

I KNOW I'M SO SORRY and the fun part is, the next chapter was ready to go up the week after this one, but there was a plot hole, so now I have to figure out a way to fix it and it still make sense, bc the plot hole scene is obviously one of my favorites for the entire series (kill me) and I refuse to remove it.

Thank you so much, lovely! I hope I'll be able to edit it and get it up soon :) I really appreciate you taking the time out to read, ily <333

[argoii-official]

Dakota, where do you get all your Kool-Aid? Who's your supplier?

[timothylawrence]

I think I missed you.

I think I missed you too.

[bizarrelittlemew]

your gifs for relax i'm from the future are already making me insane 😍😍😍

he is making me insane too i mean look at him

[speremint]

This is like a super silly question but do you have specific voices in mind for your characters? Because I was rereading bnr and I just realised all of them sound the same in my head lol

I definitely have a vague idea for at least Lazareth! I've also had a commercial made back when Season 2 is, and @sonybaloneyart did a great job with the short narration Bea delivers in it!

One thing for sure: Laz has a New Yorker or Transatlantic accent, and I think he speaks pretty fast. Bea's voice is definitely a bit lower in pitch, and she speaks very definitively, mostly. Alex, I think, would have a deep voice, and I think just have a general princely charm to his tone. Super warm and inviting.

[lordofhaterism]

Is this the time to mention an au i unironically enjoy is just Lucien whos kinda ynsure about his mating bond and Cassian whos unsure about HIS potential mating bond bonding over it and then becoming closer and closer and woops, trip and fell into a committed relationship, oh no! Surely this will go down well when announced at the family dinner (it did not)

[predictableshame]

is it ignore claudie week or what

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

ok now that i’ve gotten over the mild anxiety this whole stalking thing induced and i’m slightly less disturbed, what i find irritating is how she framed the whole anti vs stans thing like it’s not the stans that engage with antis first.

[borahaerhy]

where's chapter 9 of the dealer? i can't find it :c

Hey bb I kept trying to fix it on my phone but Tumblr and my phone do NOT get along lol. My masterlist has a link to chapter nine, and you should be able to hit Next on chapter eight, and Previous on chapter ten now to find it too. Also here's a link to chapter nine, so sorry for any confusion!

[argoii-official]

*spawns odysseus infront of (character of your choice) and runs away*

[funforahermit]

so who wants to eat a pizza with me on november 1st at alexandra palace?

[wolfynsong]

If you don't mind telling us, which server are you on? I know a lot of us who've been playing for a while have spare armor sets and such that we could donate!

i'm on Star Forge! and my account name is CalciferRisen, if that's needed. :) i'll happily take any spare cosmetics, though i'm still trying to get a feel for fashion as it is. really wish there was a wardrobe to store pieces in case i want to use them for an outfit later... right now i'm just throwing any pieces i like into my cargo and i can tell i'm gonna fill up fast. >>;

would also love some friend requests! would be nice to have people to talk to or try group content with, once i've gotten some levels in.

[rhys-ravenfeather]

Off now.

Didn't get as much done today as I would have liked, but all things considered, I had a pretty good day off.

It was another rare day where I didn't hit my step goal, plus I never got around to vacuuming my place like I was planning to--in part because I was waiting for a friend to pick me up. Wish I'd thought to at least do some cleaning while I was waiting for him, but c'est la vie.

Anyway, it was nice, we were able to browse the mall, and apparently they were doing a comic/collectible thing there, so that was pretty fun. We even saw a Joker cosplayer, as well as a furry in costume, so yeah, that was cool.

Plus I got a couple new books, and colored my latest drawing.

Welp, I'll see you guys when I see you.

[speremint]

I’m not the voice claim anon, but I always imagined Laz as having the voice Alex Brightman uses for his demon characters/beetlejuice .

Aw man, the Beetlejuice musical was really good lol

But no, Laz's voice is definitely smoother! Honestly I would've just flatly said he has Flynn Ryder's voice, but given that was a big char inspo for him, I felt it might be too easy of a give

[rainydaze-rhys]

I’m gonna throw questions: 1, 5,6and 8 your way

Idk uhhhhhhh lets go specifically borderlands for fandom related stuff

1. The character everyone gets wrong

Does it count if “everyone” is the writers because if so, everyone in bl3 was wrong except for Ellie and maybe Sir Hammerlock. Otherwise I think probably people fully didn’t appreciate Sasha from TftBL (because of the Jack brainrot) and she deserves better. Also Lilith. Because of the Jack brainrot. And so on.

5. Worst discord server and why

Lovingly, discord was absolutely not a thing when I was in the blands fandom. It was me and my buds on Tumblr and occasionally skype. I have no idea what discord servers there may be out there and I never will!

6. Which ship fans are the most annoying

Rhys/Jack. Wait do you think that because this has the words in it that it’ll show up in the tag? I might have a heart attack if someone who’s still out here in the year 2023 looking for “rhack” sees this post. I might throw up. Anyway I used to be one of these people and I stand by it: we were the most annoying fuckers on tumblr.

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Handsome Jack is not in his fucking thirties. At no point in the games was Handsome Jack a man in his fucking thirties. He had an ADULT DAUGHTER in the Pre-Sequel. He’s AT LEAST 50 and people who think he’s younger than that are cowards and fools.

[pellucid-constellations]

Fable - Before

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: Being in love with Azriel wasn’t hard; you’d been doing it for over 400 years. But things were changing, and soon, you would be changed. 

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Angst, pining

a/n: This is part of a mini-series but each part can be read on its own/out of order. I know I'm like attacking everyone with this random fic I just started but it's getting my writing muse going and it's exciting!! Enjoy :)

Series Masterlist (all parts ♡)

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“Do you think that’s the best idea, Az?” you promoted, cringing a bit as you hid your face in the racks of clothing along the store’s edge. “I mean, Rhys seemed pretty adamant that you… I don’t know—not pursue her?”

Azriel tsked, pressing his hand to the middle of your back as he passed behind you. You turned your wings in. “Rhys doesn’t understand. He only understands the pull of the mating bond and nothing else. But Elain doesn’t want Lucien, I’m sure of it.” 

Something twisted in your gut. “Okay, I believe you. But what if—” 

“Please, y/n, something else now. My failure of a love life must bore you.” 

You bit into your lip as you contemplated ignoring his request. He had done nothing but speak of Elain since you started your outing this evening, but the moment you questioned the feasibility of his plans, the topic was suddenly moot. 

“I was just going to ask,” you broached, turning from the clothes to face the shadowsinger. A necklace display enthralled him. “What if you found your mate? What then?” 

Azriel broke his gaze with the jewels. “That wouldn’t matter. This is different, y/n. You must see that. Three sisters for three brothers. It’s as if it’s a test of fate.” 

“Right,” you nodded, fighting off the urge to throw up or scream. “Destiny, maybe.” 

Azriel’s responding grin did little to soothe you. “Exactly. I knew you would understand. You’ve always understood me.” 

You offered a weak smile, biting the inside of your cheek as he ushered you out of the store with a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

This was getting more and more difficult to tamp down. 

When Azriel first became enamored by Elain, you thought it temporary. He had been chasing after Mor for so long; that wouldn’t be trumped by a woman he just met. And you were used to the way he pined for Mor. It hurt, but it was familiar. 

Azriel never seemed to think he had a real chance with her. 

But with Elain—with Elain, he figured he had a fighting chance. He saw the success of his brothers and felt that this was his chance at happiness. He never looked at you the way he looked at her, and he had had so many opportunities to do so. 

He never spoke of you the way he spoke of her. 

This hurt more than it did with Mor.

But still, Azriel was your family, so you pretended that it didn’t. You sat back and listened as he spoke of his grand plans to court her and sneak past Rhysand. You tried your best to provide good input and smiled when you were supposed to. 

You loved him from afar. 

He loved you differently. 

It wasn’t his fault.

“Did Rhys ever say what he wanted to talk to you about?” Azriel asked after a short stint of silence, the sounds of your steps along the streets of Velaris rhythmic and soothing. 

You blinked and focused your attention back on Azriel. “Oh, um, some mission at the camps I think.” 

“Anything big?” 

“I don’t think so. A little unrest but I think he just wants me to make sure the women are training.” 

“Need me to come?” 

“I would, but I leave tomorrow night. Isn’t that when you—you know…” 

Azriel sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Oh, that’s right.” He tilted his head to the side, weighing his internal conflict. “I could try to move some things around. Elain could—” 

“No, Az, it’s fine,” you interrupted, trying to forget about the times he would restructure his entire schedule to accommodate you. “You have to be diligent with the times you see her. I can see if Cass can come with me.” 

“Are you sure?” he posed, the question twisting his brow. 

You looked up at him, examining each tell on his face. You’d known him so long you were sure you would never forget his face—never scrub your mind of the intricacies that told you of each emotion he felt. 

Many claimed that Azriel was hard to read. As a Spymaster, that was the goal. But you saw through it all. You’d seen him as a boy and you saw him now. 

There was something unfamiliar on his face as you looked at him now. 

“You really like her, don’t you?” The words hurt as they came out. 

Azriel breathed through a smile. 

“I like my chances this time.” He curled his finger beneath your chin in a playful tap. 

That sounded the same. 

~~

“You sure you don’t want me to come, sweetheart?” Cassian asked for the fourth time, the table between you filled with a plethora of distractions that you were all too grateful for. 

You darted your gaze to the side, eager to ensure that Azriel hadn’t heard the loudmouth in front of you. “Yes, Cass. Now quit it. I got it, okay?” 

Cassian sent the pair at the end of the table a perfunctory, almost irritated glance. “It’s a pretty hostile camp you’re headed into. I feel like you should bring backup.” 

“And I feel like you have four other camps to go to today. And a pregnant mate to tend to, no?” 

“Nesta would sooner bash me over the head with her books than let me coddle her. I’ve tried.”

“Well, just… linger around her, I don’t know. Just know that I’m fine and don’t need a babysitter.” 

From the other end of the table, Elain giggled, the sound light and airy. You snuck a glance out of the corner of your eye to find the shadows along the table retreating to the floor. A few had begun to creep towards you, but you shooed them away with a flick of your foot, wanting to keep the conversation away from Azriel’s ears. 

They listened to you—for the most part. 500 years of pestering them made them give a little. 

“Az can’t come?” Cassian asked, his mouth half filled with roasted potato. “He’s not on anything this week.” 

You raised your brow and stared back at the sheepish look the general offered, waiting for him to chew his breakfast before you replied. “He can’t. Spy business.” 

“Spy business.” Cassian deadpanned.

“Uh-huh.” 

Cassian’s skeptical look rivaled your chastising one. “This doesn’t need to go like this and you know that.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Right. I’ve only known you since we were twelve but I’m going to pretend that you aren’t covering for the one person you—” 

“Cassian.” 

“I don’t want to see you hurt.” 

“Why would she be getting hurt?” Azriel spoke up, his head finally turned from his near-permanent gaze on Elain. 

“I wouldn’t,” you cut in, speaking over the beginning of Cassian’s sentence. “You know how Cassian is, always worrying too much.”

“Is there something to worry about?” Elain asked, looking between the members of the table, her question sweet and ironic coming from her mouth. 

“No—” 

“Yes.” 

“No, there isn’t” you gritted out, throwing Cassian a look. The smile you sent to Elain took effort. “I’m just going on a routine mission, but you know how Illyrians are—overprotective to a fault.” 

Elain nodded and blushed with a soft gleam in her eye, and, Gods, you were reminded why you’d stopped eating breakfast at the House. You bit the inside of your cheek to fight the swell in your throat. 

“I thought Cassian was going to go with you,” Azriel questioned. “You said he could.” 

Cauldron, you really should have taken breakfast in your room. 

You tore your gaze from Elain’s shy expression and blinked at Azriel. He was sat up straighter, brows shot upwards in an accusatory fashion that made you feel that you were in trouble. When you took a moment to respond, he tilted his chin forward, ready to catch you in a lie. 

And you were an awful liar. 

When you were thirty, Azriel had to teach you how to lie to help stave away the men that came with emerging adulthood. That had been mortifying for many reasons, but mainly because he was having you lie about being his mate. Your feelings had become complicated around that time and Azriel did not seem to share the sentiment. 

But you could lie about this with ease. You had become a practiced liar over the years—when it came to hiding your feelings. 

“I-I got an update from Rhys. He said the camp is more settled. I’m only going to watch from afar. They won’t even know I’m there.” 

A lie—a fat lie. But Azriel should be happy. He should pursue Elain as he wanted. You shouldn't get in the way. You needed to get away from them, actually. 

You needed the space. 

You felt Cassian’s disappointed stare on the side of your face but ignored the hole it was burning into your skin. 

“He didn’t inform me of that,” Azriel muttered. He looked to Elain—sweet Elain with her soft eyes and gentle features—and contemplated his night once again. “I think I should come with you. Reports could be conflicting or fabricated.” 

And the way Elain deflated made you press your lips together in a line. Azriel sent her an apologetic, downturned smile and you gathered that he was apologizing for you. You would always be an apology for him, a responsibility. 

Your foot had been shaking under the table without you noticing it, but the moment Azriel’s eyes wandered to Elain, the motion abruptly stopped. You gathered your resolve, sent Cassian another warning glance, and looked back to the man who never saw you. 

“I don’t want you to come, Azriel. I’m bringing Lucien.” 

A low blow, but not one that was uncalled for. 

It had the effect you were hoping for, with both Azriel and Elain sending shocked expressions your way, the former affronted and the latter looking lost. 

“Lucien?” Azriel parroted. 

“Yes,”  you confirmed, taking a causal sip from the cup before you. “Rhys thought it would be good for him to see more than just Velaris and the mortal lands. I’m picking him up before I leave.” 

“And you think he would protect you if the Illyrians went rouge?” Azriel’s tone was bordering on aggressive, his question pointed towards Cassian. 

“The Illyrians are always rouge, Az. That’s kind of the point of all this,” you joked, but the joke didn’t land.

Tension at the table remained. Cassian wasn’t saying anything, his arms crossed and his eyes locked on yours. Your foot started shaking again. Elain, of all people, was the first one to speak. 

“Lucien would protect her,” she nodded, pushing her food around her plate. “He would. He’s… a good male.” 

That altered Azriel’s train of thought very evidently if one were able to pick apart the soft widening of his eyes and the slight twitch of his mouth. All things you caught so easily. 

All things that led him to agree that you should go with Lucien. All tells that made him refocus his attention on Elain and ignore the shallow breaths you let out when you lied.

Because you would be fine with Lucien. Maybe if you went with Lucien, one of Azriel’s suspected obstacles would be removed. Maybe Lucien would start to want you the same way he wanted Elain. 

Only, Lucien wasn’t going with you, and there would never be a time that a conversation like this would happen again. 

A different obstacle, for a different time.