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currently sitting in a coffee shop, pouring my heart & soul into the next chapter of le morte d'arthur. & of course, feeling all of the emotions as i do so.

just wanted to pop in to say hi. & i love you guys so much. 🤍

i'm so very excited to share the rest of this story with you. 🥺

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11/18/24

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11/17/24

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November 21, 2024

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11.17.24

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Starcatcher Sam spam ✨

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Boyfriend in a leather jacket 🖤

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November 18, 2024

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BARKING GROWLING GNAWING SCRATCHING BITING

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LAZARUS (series)

PART NINE (the final part)                              

Pairing: Jake x female!reader

Word Count: 11k words in this chapter

Summary:  Jake Kiszka is dead. Or….was.

WARNINGS: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+), DEATH, graphic depictions of violence, TW for car accidents, injury, lots of crime, EXTREME hatred for the cops, drugs, SCARY!Jake

This entire fic edited by my best friend, @gardenvanfleet

TAGLIST:

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MASTERPOST

This entire chapter is a retelling of certain events from Jake’s perspective

    Jake

There’s a certain feeling you get - it comes when you wash your blankets and sheets, take a long, hot shower, and then crawl into a perfectly clean bed with your perfectly clean body. You close your eyes and start to drift off in complete and total contentment.

That’s what dying is like. 

When your body knows it’s at its natural end, it lessens the pain and fear of the experience by flooding your brain with happy chemicals. The bliss is so intoxicating that you can’t help but follow it all the way down. 

Jake experiences nothing but serenity as he dies. It’s calm and soft and warm as he sinks into it. 

Rebirth isn’t quite as nice. It’s like having your alarm go off when you’ve only gotten a couple of hours of sleep, or like losing the thread of a sneeze that you know is going to be satisfying. Jake is experiencing the warm darkness of a deep, deep sleep when he hears someone start whispering to him. It’s unintelligible - a different language, he thinks. And then it feels like someone has wrapped their hand around his bare brain - it’s not painful, but there’s a tugging kind of pressure that he instinctively tries to fight off. 

It doesn’t relent though. Its whispers grow louder until it feels like there’s a pair of lips pressed directly to his eardrum. 

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LAZARUS (series)

PART EIGHT

Pairing: Jake x female!reader

Word Count: 12k words in this chapter

Summary:  Jake Kiszka is dead. Or….was.

WARNINGS: feelings in every direction you look - and that’s pretty much it! 

Authors Note: There is just one more chapter after this and it’s kinda fun in my opinion. 

This entire fic edited by my best friend, @gardenvanfleet

MASTERPOST

PLAYLIST

You’re standing on a cliffside, looking out over a vast expanse of sapphire blue water, peppered with little finishing boats. There is a warm, humid breeze brushing over your face and you flex your fingers around a wicker basket full of linens. The sky is aquamarine, blending seamlessly with what you suddenly recognize as the Aegean sea. 

A child approaches you from behind and calls you “mother” in a different language. You instinctively pull him into your hip and brush the fawn-colored hair from his eyes, your heart swelling with an overwhelming need to protect him, though you know in your heart that he’s safe here with you. 

You open your mouth to tell him to wash up for dinner, but as you draw in a breath in preparation, your eyes blink open. 

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Saturday, huh...

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a princess

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i would jump off a cliff for this smile

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I’m actually going to blast myself into orbit I cannot handle this.

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Guess where my brain is tonight. 🏴‍☠️

None of these pictures are mine, but I sure like to look at them.

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I Smell Snow

Dad!Jake blurb 💙🌨️:

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The sun hasn’t even risen yet, nor has his alarm clock gone off and he’s already being woken up by a four year old Tommy and his two year old sister. He groans in slight discomfort when Tommy falls on to his groin. “Tommy…”

“Dad! Wake up!”

“Go back to bed.”

“No! It’s snowing!”

“No it’s not, Tommy. Now go back to bed.”

“Da-a-ad.” Tommy groans as he tugs on Jake’s arm to try to pull him up. “Come on!”

“Tommy, I swear.. If it’s not snowing, I’m locking you in your room for the day.”

“You can’t do that!” Tommy laughs as Jake reluctantly sits up in bed. “I have school!”

“Wouldn’t harm you to miss a day,” Jake says as he grabs Tommy and swings them both off the bed. Sliding his feet into his slippers and pulling on his robe, he gets off the bed and pads over to the window. Pulling the curtains apart, he finds the outside void of any snow. Slowly he turns to look at Tommy who simply grins from ear to ear.

He really is Jake’s kid.

“Why must you lie?”

“I’m not! I can smell it!”

“Did you open your window? You know you can’t close it.”

“Just a crack.. But it’s snowing!”

“Snowing is the current on-going action, Thomas. There is currently no snow.”

“Oh just wait,” Tommy says as he walks up to the window and presses it face against the glass. “It will..”

Jake sighs before turning back around. “I’m going to make some coffee.”

“Ooo can I have some?”

“No!” Jake calls from the hallway.

No four year old is drinking coffee in this house, but he is kind enough to make Tommy some hot chocolate with exactly four marshmallows. He gives Tommy a sarcastic smile when he receives that same big toothy grin from the boy.

“Thank you daddy,” He says.

“Mmhmm..” Jake hums as he stirs the extra sugar in his coffee.

The two of them make their way into the living room where Jake proceeds to turn on the television. They sit there quietly drinking their warm drinks when out of the corner of his eye, Jake sees a few snowflakes flutter past the window.

No way.

Tommy must’ve seen them too because he’s smirking against the rim of his snowman mug.

“How?”

“I told you I could smell it.” He says as he sips on his hot chocolate.

“You watch too much Gilmore Girls with your mother..”

Tommy giggles and drinks more of his chocolate, his grin never leaving his face and his eyes trained on the television in front of him.