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A witch in love is a dangerous thing
#I finished this back in October but I just realized I never posted it#eva la by night#la by night#jeva#vampire the masquerade#my art#art#digital painting#I donât post art much anymore so please tell me if I need to change anything about the alt text
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CLUMSY â JACK HUGHES
jack hughes x fem!reader
summary: quinn and luke realize how clumsy y/n is after noticing how often jack unconsciously keeps her from harm
notes: y/n is written sensitive and clumsy! also, i wrote this on saturday to have something to post this week while iâm unable to write <3
iâve met my boyfriends family on numerous occasions since we started dating in october. mostly through quick trips such as Quinn coming into town for a game against the Devils and whatnot, but this is my first time spending an elongated amount of time with them and i have this irrational fear that theyâll dislike me.
Jack has assured me multiple times since weâve arrived at the lake house for the summer that i have no reason to worry, but itâs been four days and i still feel like theyâre forming their opinions on me. so, iâve taken it upon myself to do whatever i can in order to get them to like me; including my current task of baking cookies.
âyou know they already love you, right?â Jack asks, standing at the counter beside me, observing as i mix the dry ingredients into a bowl. âyou donât need to bake them cookies.â
âare you saying you donât want my sea salt chocolate chip cookies?â i keep focused on the task at hand, my sight never leaving the measuring cup as i scoop the flour into the bowl.
ânow, letâs not get ahead of ourselves.â a hearty chuckle escapes his lips as he maneuvers himself behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he clings himself to me, his cheek resting pressed against my shoulder blade. âi definitely want your cookies. iâm just saying that my brothers donât need them.â
i giggle as his fingers tickle at the bits of my sides where my shirt has risen, arching my back to try and escape his hands. Jack groans as i break free from his grip, but i assume itâs mostly due to his brothers entering the kitchen.
âooh, what are you making?â Luke wonders, coming to a stop on the opposite side of the counter.
âcookies!â i grin, finally looking up as i finish the dry ingredients.
âyum.â Quinn chimes in, sidling into the spot beside Luke. he peers into the bowl and his brows furrow slightly. ây/n, thatâs just powder?â
i bark out a laugh at the clueless boy.
âQuinny, you have to mix the dry ingredients first. then the wet ingredients such as eggs, butter and vanilla. and then you mix them both together to form the dough.â i explain. i scan the countertop, making sure i have each item needed for the next step. âi need another bowl.â
i bend down, opening the lower cupboard and reaching for the metal mixing bowl inside.
âTrevor texted me this morning.â i hear Jack inform the boys.
âyeah? whenâs he coming up?â Quinn asks.
âin two weeks. but Alex is getting here tomorrow.â Jack says. i shut the cupboard door, stretching my legs to rise back up from my position. my head bumps Jackâs hand, wrapped around the lip of the counter above where i was bent.
my left hand rubs the top of the back of my head super quick as i set the mixing bowl on the counter. i glance back up as Luke and Quinn share an amused look and my face scrunches in confusion.
what did i miss?
**
Jackâs left arm rests on my shoulders, my face half buried into his chest as he scrolls on his phone. Quinn and Luke sit in armchairs on opposite sides of the couch as Alex sits on the opposite side of Jack. a movie plays on the tv, but iâm momentarily distracted by Ellen walking past the back of the couch, calling out a goodnight.
âgoodnight El!â i call back as she makes her way to the stairs, the boys all muttering their own goodnightâs.
âbrunch tomorrow, while the boys golf?â she asks, confirming our plans. i nod and she grins, blowing a kiss towards the group of us as she finally walks up the stairs.
âyou guys are going to brunch tomorrow? without us?!â Luke asks, his hand coming up to his chest in mock offense.
âyou guys are going golfing tomorrow, without us! itâs only fair.â i laugh and Alex chuckles.
ây/n/n, you donât even like golf. you said itâs boring and called it âwatered down hockeyâ.â Alex points out as i burrow back into Jackâs side.
âshh, iâm watching the movie.â i shush him, making the boys laugh. Jack turns back to his phone and i watch through one peeked open eye as he double taps on his teammateâs most recent instagram post before typing out some nonsense comment that iâll never understand.
pulling back, i lock my eyes on the remote on the coffee table. sliding forward some, i lean, stretching my fingertips out to try and grab it. finally getting ahold of it, i go to lean back, wobbling forward and accepting my fate. i brace myself to fall before feeling a hand grab onto the back of my shirt. yanking me back, Jack pulls me back into his side, his eyes still glued to his phone. i heave out a small relieved sigh as i press a kiss to his chest before turning the volume up on the tv.
i glance around the living room to the other boys, gauging how interested they are in the movie, but Luke and Quinn are exchanging a look. Luke biting back a smile as Quinn smirks.
what did i miss this time?
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with the boys friends all finally arriving, the lake house has become much too crowded to hang out inside. so instead weâre all outside, gathered around a fire that was once blazing but now dwindling. my boyfriend jokes around with Cole and Trevor, Luke speaking with his University of Michigan teammates, Ethan and Dylan, and lastly Quinn sits sipping a beer as he chats with Alex and the Tkachukâs.
making myself scarce in order to not cling to my boyfriends side as he tries to enjoy himself, i text with my own friends from back in New Jersey as i balance on the edge of the brick fire pit, circling it as i type.
âbe careful, babe.â Jack warns me, and i grin and throw him a thumbs up. he barely gives me a second glance before Trevor takes up his attention, reciting a story of something that happened to he and his friend Jamie back in California.
i continue pacing around on the elevated bricks, typing a long winded message to Leah, explaining why she shouldnât call her ex. as i pass by my boyfriend once more, iâm not paying as close attention as i probably should be, my foot getting a little too close to the inner edge as i start to slip.
a hand grips my elbow, pulling me back to a standing position before i can fall into the fire and i look over to see Jack, his attention still on Trevor and his hand wrapped around my arm as he nods his head at his friend while he continues ranting. i give a light pat to Jackâs shoulder to let him know iâm fine and he releases his grip.
slipping my phone into my pocket, i continue my journey around the fire pit again, this time with more of my focus going into keeping upright. passing Luke, i see him looking away from his friends, and i follow his line of sight to his brother, Quinn looking right back at him. both wear an entertained appearance and i look around to see if i can find what theyâre smiling about but come up empty-handed.
why do i keep missing these things?
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with today being one of the hottest days of the summer, weâre all crowded on the boat. most of the group lounges around conversing with one another, Luke currently taking his turn wakesurfing as music blares from Quinnâs bluetooth speaker.
iâm sat in Jackâs lap, rubbing my third layer of sunscreen on my legs and the tops of my feet.
âbabe, i think youâve got enough.â Jack laughs, his hands grip my waist to keep me from falling as iâm leaned forward.
âi just wanna make sure. the UV index is super high today and you know how easily i burn.â i tell him, sitting back upright as i flip the cap of the sunscreen closed once more.
âi know, sugar. but weâve only been out here for two hours and thatâs your third time applying it. i think youâre okay for a while.â he takes the lotion from my hands, handing the bottle over to Cole. âput that in the bag next to you, eh?â
Cole nods, placing the sunscreen into the waterproof zip up bag i brought on the boat.
ây/n/n! câmere!â Luke shouts, making me untangle myself from Jack. i rise to my feet, shuffling over to the back of the boat and leaning over to get closer in order to hear him better.
âyou gonna let her get that close to the edge, Rowdy?â Quinn questions, making the boys laugh.
âwhat?â Jack asks. âwhat do you mean?â
âsheâs a bit clumsy, is she not? weâve noticed you all summer, keeping her from hurting herself.â Quinn replies through chuckles. even Alex, who drives the boat barks out a laugh.
âwait, when did i do that?â Jack wonders.
âall the time! you werenât even paying attention when you did it!â Luke shouts and i stick my tongue out at him before turning to observe the boys.
âthere was the first time Luke and i noticed it, when you wrapped your hand over the counter to make sure she didnât hit her head. and you were right to do so because she bumped it right on your hand.â Quinn explains.
âor when she was reaching off the couch to grab the remote and you caught her by her shirt to keep her from falling. and you didnât even look up from your phone as you did it!â Luke says as he climbs back on the boat.
âor how about when she was balancing on the fire pit and you caught her by the arm to keep her from falling straight into the fire. while you kept all your attention on Trevor. didnât even look, you just reached a hand out and grabbed her.â Quinn provides another example. âi can go on.â
âi didnât even realize i was doing all that.â Jack shrugs, glancing towards me. âi guess itâs just unconscious reaction. iâve gotten used to it by now.â
âiâm not clumsy.â i pout, crossing my arms over my chest.
âitâs okay, itâs not necessarily a bad thing!â Trevor attempts to comfort me. i give him a side-eye, making my way over to Jack. but before i can sit in his lap, i slip. Jackâs arms wrap around my waist to keep me from dropping to the floor, pulling me down onto his thighs instead.
âyou are pretty clumsy, babe.â one of Jackâs arms stays planted across my waist, holding me to him as his index finger pushes my chin up so iâm looking up at him. âbut, itâs adorable.â
i bury my face in his chest out of embarrassment. i didnât think i was clumsy. i mean, i know iâve always been a bit accident prone; broken glasses, falling a bit more than my friends. but i didnât think i was clumsy.
âitâs nothing to be ashamed of, y/n.â Quinn tells me. Jackâs hand trails up and down my back as he whispers reassurances in my ear.
âyeah, we didnât mean to embarrass you or anything.â Luke pipes up once more, his voice seeping with regret.
âthatâs why you kept looking at each other all the time.â my words are muffled by Jackâs chest, but by the way that Jack coos as he places a kiss on the top of my head, i know they heard them. âyou were laughing at me.â
âwe werenât. i swear we werenât.â Quinnâs voice is closer now, and i feel another hand touch my back. âwe were laughing with you. we just thought it was funny that Jack didnât even notice when he was doing it.â
âhonest?â i question.
âhonest. i promise.â my head rises at Lukeâs voice, closer now as well. his hand comes up to rest on my knee and i look over to see him squatted down beside Jack and i, Quinn sitting next to us.
âi didnât realize i was clumsy.â i confess. âi just thought it was normal.â
âi gotta say, youâre definitely the first girlfriend iâve ever had to pull away from falling into an actual fire.â Jack chuckles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. âbut i wouldnât want you any other way.â
âreally?â
âreally. i love you. clumsiness and all.â he tells me. his grip gets tighter around me and i crane my neck to crash my lips into his.
âugh, gross!â Trevor exclaims. Jack pulls back, leaning his forehead against mine.
âshut up, Z.â he grins, pulling me into one more kiss. ânow, you ready to learn how to wakesurf?â
âyeah, no. even before i knew i was considered clumsy, i knew i wasnât going out there. iâll fall straight on my face, Jacky. i mean seriously, iâm a clutz!â
#jack hughes#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes imagine#jack hughes fic#jack hughes blurb#nj devils#nhl fic#nhl imagine#nhl blurb#faithlynnâs writings <3
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linktober 31 - HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
I thought for the last day I'd write a little retrospective on what this whole thing was like and what I learned. I'm too tired to draw literally anything else I'm due for a break lol
So this was my second time ever attempting a linktober/october drawing challenge, but my first time managing to complete all the days and prompts. I feel super proud of myself and accomplished for pulling it off.
There were a number of things that were surprising and that were challenging for me that I wasn't expecting this month. If anything, I think this challenge really highlighted my flaws and mental blindspots with how I approach making art.
For one thing, I came away from this not liking everything I made. I think I only like about 9 or 10 of the 30 pieces I put out there. When I don't like my art, I tend to get stuck in this mental stalemate of refusing to finish a piece until I like it, but also refusing to retrace my steps and erase/rework what I have so far for fear of losing progress or not being able to replicate the line/angle/color/etc that I liked.
It was surprisingly hard to accept when I didn't like a piece but had to move on for the sake of time and post it anyway. But once I did it a few times, it got easier. I realized prioritizing my standards over my available energy is not gonna promote progress. If I kept sinking myself into one piece and not moving on until it was optimal, I never would have finished anything-- that was the pitfall that ultimately made me bail out 10 days in last year.
I also realized my sunk cost fallacy/"what if I erase this and can never redraw it good again" stems from some real lack of confidence in my knowledge and techniques with art. I'm self-taught, and I think I tend to believe that everything I make is a dumb happy accident, even though I have mental rules when I draw, use tons of references, and have a process lol. There are a few pieces I started over 2-3 times before I got them right, and that's starting to feel liberating instead of like failing to me now, which I never expected to come out of this experience so that's cool.
Another place I had to learn to let go of control in this was with allowing for style variation. I really wanted each and every piece to be coherent and painterly, like they all came from the same book or something. But then I couldn't decide whether I wanted to do all/no lineart, all/no detailed background, all/no heavy rendering, etc. At the end I settled on just keeping the same canvas dimensions and just prioritizing filling up the space. Glad I ended up doing this, because I really would benefit from continuing to chill out and scale back how much I default to making dramatic, high-render pieces. I gotta break out of my comfort zone and make more sketchy little guys!
Sometimes my attachment to the prompts fluctuated; some prompts I thought I would love and then just wanted to get them over with. Some prompts I thought I would hate and subsequently half-ass, then I ended up redoing them and putting more effort & time into and loved the end result!
It was funny to also see how some pieces that I loved straight up did not get a whole lot of notes or attention. Some pieces I was "meh" about did crazy numbers lol. I'm used to posting maybe 5-6 times a year on here, so I'm usually indifferent to getting notes (by which I mean, I'm super grateful for likes & reblogs and the super sweet & funny messages in y'alls tags, but I'm not butthurt when I don't get notes because whatever happens, happens). Churning out 30 pieces in 30 days made me sometimes get bewildered by what did and didn't get notes, but frankly in the end I think it helps reaffirm that I should continue putting whatever I want out there because it! is! not! graded!!!
So would I do Linktober again? Probably not, sorry! it was a lot of time & effort and took me away from fall festivities more than I would have liked. I kinda only managed to pull this off because I was transitioning between jobs this month and had a week off to just draw. But I also completely see the value in taking on a challenge like this and finishing what I started, I'm super glad I did this, I think my art improved from it. I would definitely do future drawing challenges/prompt things that are quicker or have less prompts!
My advice to prospective future linktoberers: pace yourself and be gentle; this is a great chance to do something exciting and new with your art, but above all it's about you having fun. There are no prizes at the end except for what you've learned and how you feel about it, and that's for the best!!
One thing's for sure, I am zelda'd out lmao so I'll be branching out towards some little projects I have lined up for personal art and other fandoms I'm into right now
So anyway thanks to all of you who read this or who gassed me up this whole month, I appreciate you!!!!!!!! ăž(ďźžâďźž)
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every once in a while I think back to a fanfic I read in 2015. in retrospect, it wasnât all that well written, but it was penned by teenagers in love with their story and the story loved me back.
They main character was trans and a central theme of the story was the length of his hair. I read the first chapter the day it was published, almost certainly searching through the trans character tag. It was October, another two months to the date I would cut my hair - the day before Christmas, I walked out of the hair salon as though Iâd already received all the gifts I could possibly want.
I loved my short hair, the buzz at my neck, running my fingers through short strands and have the hair fall from them after lifting them just a few centimeters.
Three years later, I decided to grow my hair out again. For my family, mostly, I think now, as a test, to me and to them.
My aunt said it felt like spite, dangling my hair in front of them, threatening to cut it off again as though to punish them.
I did cut it off again.
I think I failed my own test. I know my family did.
For the first time in nine years my hair has grown past my shoulders, that imaginary line by which I measured someoneâs love. My own, probably.
Fourteen years ago I cut my hair for the first time in my life. It used to reach down to my knees, and tangled at every opportunity. I remember being so exhausted, long before I realized what was actually weighing me down.
I miss that little girl sometimes. I hope she forgives me.
But this post is not about her, not yet. Maybe not ever. Sheâs asleep in her Playmobil castle and princess bed and I donât know how to wake her yet.
This is about a story posted in 2015. The last time it was updated was 2017, it was never finished.
I donât ever need it to be finished. All I need is for it to remain there, with its title, the reminder of donât let your hair past your shoulders, and the comment I wrote in 2015. I hope this story knows I love it still, and that somewhere, sometime, another boy learns that itâs okay. That your hair can grow again. That you do not need to hate it.
The authors of that story have vanished, I canât find any of them anywhere, but I hope that my last comment, left now nearly a decade later, has reached them. That they know how grateful I was for giving me something to hold on when I need it, for allowing me to be seen when I couldnât stand looking in the mirror.
That even now, so may years later, looking back at their writing with - perhaps - embarrassment for leaving it unfinished like that, having written the kind of stories only high schoolers would, they will know it means the world to someone.
#queer#trans#ao3#archive of our own#fanfiction l#writing#Iâm having many trans thoughts this week#for various reasons#but this is a good one
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Dark Nights DLC F.A.Q
1. Will the WHOLE story be changed? Like different arts and all? Will be old art still be there? The whole story will NOT be changed. Both Roya and Chain's route follow the same plotline as the main game. You will view the story from their perspective and discover details never shown before. I did rewrite the prologue, but just changed minor details and order of events. The LIs from the main game will appear again and they have side roles. I changed the art, but the characters have the same personality and background story. Old sprites can be viewed in the main game. Their range of expressions is limited so I prefer not adding them at all. Some of the background art is the same. You'll find a lot of new locations like Roya's room and Chain's basement.
2. Will my save files be reset?Â
The DLC is going to be a new game file. I realized it's very complicated to program old and new elements in the same script. To make things easier, see this as a separate game. You have to start over because everything is new. The prologue alone has 5 choice menus.
3. I actually play this game using Joiplay on mobile so wanted to know if that still be possible?
I plan to add the DLC on Steam so people with Steam Deck can play it. Regarding a mobile app, I'm not sure yet. I have to figure out how to add it to the app store and import the files to joiplay. It takes time and I would appreciate any guides on how to do it. This whole project is run by 1 man, so please bear with me.
4. Will there be ways to download old versions of the game?
The old (main) game is forever available to download for free. I won't remove it from any platform. You can enjoy the old stories and art to your heart's desire! Upon many requests, I will add a patch with the new sprite art. In settings you can switch back and forth between old & new sprites. Old CGs won't be updated, so it may look a bit disconnected.
5. When is the release date?
Originally, I planned to release it on October 31st 2024 (Dark Night's anniversary) but it's no longer feasible. I still have to draw 8 background illustrations, 18 CGs, code all sprites & the script. On top of that, I'm working on a 2D animated opening video. In October, I have 2 conventions planned overseas. It's impossible to finish all of this work in merely 2 weeks of free time. On October 31st, I'll post an update of my progress and schedule!
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âď¸ Â°. ⢠Thank You Neil ⢠.° âď¸
I pushed myself to finish this in time, and I did! I met Neil, and gave him a physical copy. Till this day, I just freak out when I remember⌠I really admire him! Iâll talk about that and this art piece after the Read More if youâd like to hear about that.
This art piece started in October, last year as an Astarion fan piece, but overtime I realized I wanted to do something more meaningful. Iâve known of Neil since DBH, so why not create something for him? So I added in Neil, and then I left it alone for months. Didnât really think anything of it since usually all my art follows this treatment. I focus on it for a whole two weeks and then it fades into the background. However, I got word that Neil was coming to my area, and thatâs when I started freaking out. Like, oh my god, I need to finish this⌠can I give this to him? Iâve never gone to a convention before⌠what am I gonna do?
So I kept debating to finish this, because I didnât know what was allowed, and if I could even finish in time, how would I even print this? I mean, I can just finish it at my own pace and tag him or something. In the end, I decided that itâs more important to me to get it to him in person, that way I can also get my copy signed. I had to plan this all out, and long story short, I rushed it in a week. I pulled two all-nighters, and just REALLY rushed on poor Gavin in the background. Gavin was actually a last minute decision! I wouldâve added Kamski, but heâs literally just a face copy of Neil so I decided against that, and Gavin was the close second. The reason I chose DBH was because thatâs where I first discovered Neil. I was a fan of this game when it first released. Heisenberg was another option, but I never got to his part of the game so I felt it wasnât a good pick since I was going under personal limitations. Not to mention, really low on time. However, I added some references on the wall, specifically the ones where it was games that I had played! I couldâve added more, but again- time. I drew them in a motion capture studio, because I envision Neil practicing and performing with the characters he had worked on. I just felt like It was a cute little idea, and I admire Neil for his motion capture the most. Itâs something Iâm trying to get into, or some form of it at least.
Then. The Day.
AHHHHHH. I was starstruck. Iâm just going to sum it up and talk about this specific moment. Iâm next in line and I just blurt out, âIâm trying really hard not to get starstruck!â But Iâm already shaky and half my memory gone. I was so anxious, trying to get through the moment that I didnât really get to enjoy the moment, but man, am I still happy. I tell him about the piece and heâs like oh, what have you been working on? The drawing got jammed in its protector, so I was just struggling with it. âOH, sorry, itâs stuck!â And he thankfully found it funny. Gave it to him, got my copy signed and perfect. But AHHHH, Iâm anxious right? I ask him if he could sign the back of it, because I was worried Iâd cringe at the piece in the future. I normally donât call my art cringe but why, why was I THAT honestâ
Heâs so quick to reply, super sweet man, just tells me no, donât cringe. He also asked me about my focus in motion capture, but thatâs another post for another day. I have something in the works for that!
Look, in my defense! I RUSHED the piece, so I knew Iâd get a bit irritated in the future seeing my art and knowing I had the time to really do a beautiful job! I just meant that knowing how much potential I had, had I taken advantage of that, it would have turned out so much⌠not better, but to my liking. Iâm content, considering the limitations, but⌠yâknow? Anyways, I still wanted to look at his signature and proudly display that, like aye, I got to meet him!
Considering that I rarely draw real people, Iâm definitely proud with how Neil turned out. Just like Neil told me, and many others, canât be too harsh with myself. When working on this, I was super excited and actually thrived while working on it. Yes, under pressure, but dedicated. I canât remember the last time I ever fixated on an art piece like this. With that said, I definitely want to try again in the future and get better at drawing semi-realism. And Neil is coming back to my area next year so⌠ideas.
Anyways, thank you for reading my little journal entry! Back to work I go~
#neil newbon#gavin reed#astarion#digital art#character illustration#drawing#rendered#clip studio paint#artwork#full body#bg3 art#bg3#bg3 astarion#detroit become human#dbh fanart#dbh gavin#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate fanart#baldurs gate astarion#fan art#illustration#original art#art#journal
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WELCOME TO PHIO'S EXTREMELY SELF INDULGENT AU HOUR!!!
"Oh, FINALLY, another visitor! It's so quiet in here, it's unnerving..."
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This AU was meant to be posted on halloween but eh.... Happy Thanksgiving? HAHAHHA
still dont have a name for it, but basically, back in october i was suddenly hit with the need to have a halloween au, so now we have ghost-ified prismo and vampire/witch-ified scarab :D ( although didnt finish the scarab reference spread in time because uh, school and i lost motivation unfortunately )
au synopsis and rambling below the cut!!
the premise of this au is simple : scarab is a real estate agent whos known for his manners ( never barges in, always waits to be invited! though it is a little weird how he keeps asking to be let inside even if they already agreed that he was going to come over... ) and efficiency at his job - that is, convincing people to buy high-end housing for a good price. although his social skills need some... work, his ability to persuade people isnt something to be laughed at.
unfortunately for him, persuading the higher-ups is a completely different story - which he learned the hard way after flunking something big for the company. they dont choose to fire him, no. instead, they put him through a trial, assigning him to sell their most unprofitable property : the mansion in a small town locally known for being haunted by an "evil spirit". if scarab manages to sell it (for good profit) within six months, he is excused and is able to go on with his job. if not... well, best not to think about it, yes? after all, he'll succeed with ease - all he has to do is dispel any worries about some fake "ghost" that only exists as a result of filthy rumors. maybe clean up the place. not too hard, right?
meanwhile, stuck inside said mansion is an extremely bored prismo. hes been hangin around this place for like... how many years now? forty? a hundred? meh, all the same, lately the place has been quieter than usual. i mean- of course people dont just walk into a creepy mansion every day, but there would usually be at least a few bold kids or vloggers coming in now and then for him to entertain but even then they wouldn't stay long ( for obvious reasons ). and now, just some unbound spirits or dumb animals would pass by and thats about it. a guy can only entertain himself for so long, yknow?
that is, until today. when some posh-looking business man entered the premises and started snooping around ( whats the deal with that, by the way?? ). must be prismo's lucky day!! this is the perfect chance to pull out all the stops and play the FUNNIEST prank ever! hah!
... oh. looks like things've gotten a little out of hand.
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WOOT WOOT WOOTTTTTTTTTTT!!! im so so happy to finish this because ohhhhh my god this has taken ages for no reason other than the fact that ive been really dragging myself to make presentable art JSNDJSJXNSJX.... i realize that i have never worked in real estate ( or at all ) which means i have probably fucked something up but uhh um ill deal with the backlash later :"D im also realizing how many odd unanswered bits and bobs this au is going to have in the future, which... i am ignoring for the most part for now, but there are SOME things that i DO have figured out like ghost lore... but thats for another time, for now i leave you with this >:)
#again i do apologize for not including scarabs reference SOB it was taking so looooong and if i didnt finish it by now i wouldve just never#posted it at ALL so im glad im able to get this out now#again still dont have a name... but would love suggestions if people have any :D#ive been thinking so hard about the name and havent landed on aaaanything dude#creepy crawlies? tell-tale?? witching hour?? GAHH THERES SO MANY OPTIONS AND I DONT KNOW WHETHER I WANT TO GO WITH SYMBOLISM OR SILLY SIMPL#but anyways time for real tags#prohibitedwish#prismo the wishmaster#scarab the god auditor#uhh idk what else to put HAHAHHA#dont wanna tag fionna and cake cause i feel like thats just a lie idk#ACKKK I CANT BELIEVE IM FINALLY POSTING THIS I AM. SO NERVOUS MY HANDS ARE SO SWEATY YOU DOTN EVEN KNOW#okay okay. sending post now oh god
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This weekâs writer spotlight feature is:Â @thefreakandthehair! With thirty-nine works in the Steve/Eddie and Stranger Things tags on Archive of our Own!
In an underdogfics first, we have TWO nominators!
Our first nominator recommends the following works by @thefreakandthehair:
this is my month, I can feel it. october, baby!
never been afraid of any deviation.
scar-crossed lovers.
the answers are all inside of this.
Our second nominator, @sidekick-hero, recommends the following works by @thefreakandthehair:
over the hills and far away
meeting you was coming home.
make no plans and none can be broken.
rounding third, sliding home.
what's mine is yours (to leave or take)
Lex's brain is full of very creative scenarios, reading her writing is like reading an anthology of short stories but it's with all of your favorite characters! You get to see what they'd do in this AU or that AU, I love the exploration. It's like she's made a stew and it's simmering on the stove and you realize you're so hungry for stew as soon as you see it. <3 -- anonymous
Lex writes characters that come to life on the page while you're reading her stories. It makes it so easy to get invested in them, to feel with them and root for them to get their happy ending. She's one of these authors I would follow anywhere, any trope, any setting and universe, I am here for it. So I think more people should get to find her stories and be treated to the magic. -- @sidekick-hero
Below the cut, @thefreakandthehair answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!
Why do you write Steddie?
How can I possibly give just one reason! These two burrowed themselves into my brain like little gerbils with no hope of ever getting them out. I mean, was I supposed to hear âdontcha big boy?â and be normal about it? But in all seriousness, theyâre two sides of the same coin and those oppositions in character are super fun to play with!
Whatâs your favorite trope to READ?
It was tough to choose, but friends to lovers keeps coming up!
Whatâs your favorite trope to WRITE?
If I have to choose a particular trope, hurt/comfort would be the closest fit, but in the sense of healing past hurts together as a unit.
Whatâs your favorite Steddie fic?
This question sent me into an existential crisis and the best I could do is narrow it down to three, and even that was nearly impossible. In no particular order: Weâll Know For The First Time by KikiZ; carve your name into my chest by hexiewrites; and more recently, Among the Wildflowers by ParadimeShifts.
Is there a trope youâre excited to explore in a future work but havenât yet?
Rivals to Lovers in my football AU! Iâve been so excited to get moving on that one.
What is your writing process like?
Oh, I wish I had a better one. I start with a skeleton outline, pop on some music, and then pick and choose which part of the outline sparks joy in that moment. I rarely, if ever, write chronologically so I just write what feels good in the moment and then go back with a scalpel to create connective tissue.
Do you have any writing quirks?
Definitely writing out of order, I think! And if thereâs one thing about me, itâs that someone is gonna have an introspective moment looking up at the stars. Someone told me itâs like my calling card and theyâre not wrong.
Do you prefer posting when youâve finished writing or on a schedule?
I like a bit of both. I like to post on a schedule for multi-chapter fics but only after itâs either completely done or mostly done so that thereâs no pressure to it.
Which fic are you most proud of?
Over The Hills And Far Away incorporated some personal bits of my past that were equal parts cathartic and difficult to write at times, so Iâd have to say that one! Itâs really satisfying to take experiences that you regret or that didnât end the way youâd hoped and give them a different ending in fiction.
How did you get the idea for never been afraid of any deviation?
The Eddie Month prompt for that day! Me and my co-mod for the event, nostalgicbones, included Bad Reputation by Joan Jett as a prompt and as I was listening to it, it got me thinking about how Eddie is someone who cares for those in less than ideal situationsâ maybe even to the point of weaponizing his own bad reputation to protect someone. In this case, that was Steve!
When writing the answers are all inside of this, what was something you didnât expect?
I didnât expect it to become multiple chapters! That one is part of my So Much For Stardust series (that I havenât forgotten about, Iâve just been busy with big bangs) so it was based on The Pink Seashell interlude from the album. I still donât know exactly how a 1-minute interlude turned into a 15k multi-chapter fic, but it was super fun to let go off the rails!
What inspired scar-crossed lovers?
Also a So Much For Stardust series fic, the first one in the series, actually. I heard Heaven, Iowa for the first time and wrote this based on that song in a day. My brain just kept rotating it around like a rotisserie chicken until I wrote it.
What was your favorite part to write from scar-crossed lovers?
This is ironic because Iâm not an angst-writer by nature, but writing about the slow deterioration of Eddieâs van as a symbol for the passage of time was really fun to do. Bittersweet, but it was one of those things that I didnât realize I was doing until I was in the middle of it and once I realized, I just carried it throughout!
How do/did you feel writing never been afraid of any deviation.?
Excited! It was the first time that I wrote pre-s4 steddie (which is wild that in two years, I just wrote that for the first time last fall?) and it was so fun to do!
What was the most difficult part of writing the answers are all inside of this.?
Probably balancing the kidsâ voices in the first chapter while still creating tension between Steve and Eddie.
Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?
It isnât one of the fics listed here, but in no better version I could pretend to be tonight, I loved writing the line âSomething about Steve feels like home, and Eddie is only familiar with houses.â Hurt/comfort, my beloved.
Do you have any upcoming projects or fics youâd like to share/promote?
Iâm planning on taking a break from big bangs for a bit to focus on some super neglected WIPs, so there are a few upcoming fics Iâm excited about! My Football AU, an ASMR Artist!Eddie x Insomniac!Steve AU, and Iâm working on a fic called Pickup Note with sidekick-hero and firefly-party that I cannot wait to dive into fully.
Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?
Just thank you so much for all that you do with this blog! The ship truly exploded overnight and there are so many incredible stories that Iâve completely missed just because theyâve fallen through the cracks. I really appreciate what youâre doing here and the undertaking that itâs been!
Thank you to our author, @thefreakandthehair, and our nominators, anonymous and @sidekick-hero! See more of @thefreakandthehair works featured on our page throughout the day!
Writerâs Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!
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The clutter on Peter's desk, including the keyboard, is pushed aside so that you have a place to sit, at least on the edge. Aunt May is in the house, so even though you've closed the door, you two try to be as quiet as possible. You don't look at each other; his face is somewhere in the curve of your neck, trying to avoid eye contact with you. You lean your head back, biting your lips. Peter's hands rest on your bare waist, pulling you closer to him as he pushes into you with measured thrusts. You love the way he's holding you and how gentle he's being with you, but you know that none of this is meant for you.Â
Aunt May likes you; Uncle Ben likes you. You've been at their house so often that you've been offered to leave some of your things there so that you don't have to 'carry them with you every time'. You have such a close relationship with them that you think of them as your family, just as they do you.Â
Peter exhales into your neck, squeezing your waist tighter. You want to move the hand you're holding on to the edge of the table a little, but in the process you hit the keyboard. This causes the computer screen to light up, and you open your eyes to look at the desktop. On the wallpaper where the picture of you, Peter, Uncle Ben, and Aunt May used to be, now a beautiful blond girl.Â
You thought Peter liked you, too. But it seems that you just wanted to believe he was, and you've been delusional about it for too long. And you still do, because just thinking about it hurts so much.Â
A notification pops up on Peter's phone. He stops immediately and quickly looks at the screen. In the same second, he pulls out of you and starts to put his pants back on. It's not the first time this has happened, so you swallow the 'what's wrong?' question, just as 'is that her?' and remain silent, because you know the answers to them.Â
Peter still doesn't look at you. You don't even get a brief glance. Even so, when he's about to walk out the door, you speak to him.
"Just be careful, okay?"
He freezes for a moment, but it doesn't stop him. You hear Aunt May on the first floor asking where he's going and why he's leaving you alone to finish the project you're supposed to be doing together.Â
But that's not the only thing that hurts. You're sure she knows. She knows who Peter is and what he does, and she knows it because he told her. You found out by accident, but you didn't show any sign, expecting him to explain it to you when the time came. After all, you're the closest people to each other. But he hasn't done it until now, and you don't know if he will.
It seems that you were really delusional. And you still are.Â
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#tasm!peter parker x reader#tasm peter parker#peter parker x reader#peter parker smut#kinktober#kinktober 2024
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Hounds of Hell MC 4: Ryder ~ Available today!
Iâm not the settling type, but sheâs in my heart. Iâll protect her from the Mafia or die tryingâŚ
Margot -- I've loved Ryder since we were kids, but he's never been the type to stick with anyone for long. Being a deputy sheriff means I see the world differently--by the law. Heâs the opposite. The Mafia took my father from me. When they return to threaten everything I care about, including Ryder, I realize the line between right and wrong isnât so clear. If weâre going to survive this, Iâll need Ryderâs strength. Maybe this time, weâll face danger together.
Ryder -- Margotâs been right in front of me for years, but Iâm the guy who never sticks around. Commitment? Not for me. Now sheâs all I see. When the Mafia comes after the Hounds, everything is at stake. Margotâs not just a deputy sheriff -- sheâs the woman Iâve always needed. The woman I love. Iâll die before I let anything happen to her.
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With the efficiency of a SWAT team, she ordered lunch, paid for it, and had them tucked away at a small table in the corner, enjoying burgers and fries.
âWhatâs that?â Ryder pointed at the tall, covered cup.
âStrawberry shake. Theyâve always had the best shakes here. You want one?â
âNah,â Ryder said. âJust a little concerned, is all. Youâre starting with milkshakes. Milkshakes lead to donuts. Next thing you know, youâre going to lose your girlish figure and youâll be stuck running radar out by the interstate.â
Margot laughed, a high, lovely sound. âDonât worry about my girlish figure.â
âI like your girlish figure,â Ryder said, grinning.
âSince when?â A little of the humor faded from her expression at that. âIâm probably the only non-relative female you havenât slept with in a hundred-mile radius.â
âMore like a 50-mile radius,â Ryder said.
But he hadnât been lying when he said he liked her figure. Margot was just about perfect. Nice rack. Great ass. A killer smile made all the more adorable for her dark eyes and the freckles across the bridge of her nose.
Margot had a good head on her shoulders, too. He enjoyed talking to her, their playful banter. He couldnât imagine a world where he couldnât have these light-hearted conversations with Mercyâs newest deputy sheriff.
âIt doesnât bother you to be having lunch with a biker?â He couldnât resist asking.
âIt doesnât bother you that youâre having lunch with a cop?â Margo eyed him. âHow did you get to town?â
âRode my bike,â Ryder said. âMight not have been my best idea. I mean, I was okay getting here. Not sure how getting back is going to go.â
âHow long are you going to stay?â Margotâs dark-eyed gaze stayed on him.
Shrugging a shoulder, Ryder finished off a French fry. âIâd like to finish the day out,â he admitted. âBut now that Iâm sitting here, Iâm feeling pretty fucking tired.â
It was the truth and heâd never been good at keeping that from her. His friendâs gaze was knowing.
âWhy donât we take you home after lunch? Iâd be glad to drive you back.â
Ryder knew she would. But he would disappoint himself if he left after lunch to go home and climb back into bed in that lonely, quiet house. Shaking his head, he ate another fry, thought it over.
âIâm tired. Just not sure Iâm tired enough to go back to the house and hang out by myself.â
More concern bled into her expression. âAt least take a nap in the lounge or something. No oneâs going to give you shit for it. You almost died.â
He had. Axel and Hero both cut him worried looks the entire time heâd been there, working on that engine. Margot had a point.
âWell, with me getting back on my feet, let me know if you need help with anything at the house.â He meant it. âClyde was as bad as you about never wanting to bother anyone. If you need help with anything, Iâm right here.â
Margot nodded, eating her burger. After a moment, her gaze met his. Her dark eyes were glossy.
âI still canât believe heâs gone, Ryder,â she said quietly. âNo warning. Just gone.â
Reaching across the table, he covered her hand with his. Some emotion flashed in her eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came.
âHe loved you more than anything,â he said. âClyde was so proud of you.â
A tear spilled down her cheek at the words. âI know he was. Itâs just⌠I worked so hard to find a job back over here in Mercy so I could be with him, help him as he got older. And now heâs gone. Shot by some mafia asshole like he was nothing.â
Swiping at her tears with her free hand, Margot tried to regain her composure.
âClyde didnât deserve that. And I wish my brother had been able to take that asshole out. Slow. But Sawyer was there and now the bastardâs in jail.â
That stopped her cold. Carefully, she moved her hand out from under his, shaking her head. âDonât say that. Heâll pay for what he did in the system. Spend a long time in jail. Heâll think about what he did.â
âWill he?â Ryder asked. âHeâs part of a criminal organization, Margot. They have a lot of resources. Maybe heâll go to jail, but he wonât think a second about your father. He wonât be sitting up in some jail cell regretting his crimes either.â
He didnât like the way her confidence waned, but he had to say it. âHeâll be trying to find a way out of there. And when he does, heâll be looking for some payback and heâll have his entire crime family at his back.â
Margotâs spine straightened where she sat, meeting his gaze squarely. âI have faith in the system. That man will pay for what heâs done.â
Ryder wasnât so sure about that. He didnât give a shit about the system. âHe will pay,â Ryder said, hoping that heâd be the one to mete out that retribution. What he wouldnât give to have a shot at the sons-of-bitches who killed Clyde Donner and Morgan Davis. Who tried to kill him.
He had faith in Margot. Sheâd been through the training, worked in the next county over. Margot knew what she was doing. But she was new enough that she still thought the criminal justice system infallible. Had she ever had dealings with big crime families? Did she understand what she was getting into?
Worse, he worried that the loss of her father would cause her to make a decision that would put her in harmâs way.
âOkay,â she said, her dark-eyed gaze on him. âIf you wonât let me drive you back home and you insist on trying to stay at the garage, Iâll make you an offer. If youâre too tired to ride back to the country, you can crash at the house. I donât have a spare key on me. But I have one. Iâll leave it under that old stone squirrel my dad loved.â
Always looking after him. What would he have done all those long weeks after heâd gotten out of the hospital without her? Axel had been the one to help him change his bandages, got him in the shower. Margot took care of most everything else from changing his bedding and keeping up the house, to bringing him groceries and leaving him meals he could warm up and eat. Sheâd taken care of him, her daily visits something he looked forward to.
What heâd done to deserve her, he didnât know. Maybe she needed to stay busy to deal with her own loss.
âSounds good,â Ryder said after a moment. âIn case I havenât told you, thank you. For everything. Iâm not sure why you took it upon yourself to take care of my dumb ass but Iâm grateful.â
Soft pink darkened her face. âYouâre welcome.â
Something occurred to him. âWait. Youâre working the day shift,â he pointed out. âWhere are you going to be later that you need to leave me a key?â
âTonightâs my first class,â Margot reminded him.
âThatâs right,â he said. âYour self-defense class.â Sheâd been so excited about it, telling him about what she had planned over the last few weeks. âI think Sadie signed up for it.â
âShe did,â Margot said, smiling. âI think it will be good for her after everything sheâd been through. And I was surprised. The day we got you back into the hospital, she came with Axel. We had a minute in the hall, and she was just⌠apologizing to me for my dad. She was blaming herself because it was her ex that killed him. But it wasnât her fault.â
âNo, it wasnât,â Ryder said. âI think your class will help her.â
Something about the smile she cut him had his heart skipping a beat. Margot was a pretty woman. Heâd always thought so. Unlike most of the girls he went around with, Margot didnât do a lot to emphasize her natural beauty. Her nails were unpainted and short, and she wore only a hint of makeup most days. Her hair was put up in a precise bun, glossy and neat. Her uniform always pressed.
Yeah, sure. Heâd seen Margot many times in her street clothes. She always favored jeans and simple tops. Her hair was usually pulled back into a ponytail and those days she didnât wear any makeup. Not that she needed it. She was clearly comfortable in her own skin without all the paint and other enhancements women used to boost their femininity.
Her confidence was sexy as hell. Funny, considering Margot didnât see herself that way. She didnât realize she had the cutest ass, and her confident stride showed it off. What would Margot look like in a bikini, stretched out on a towel on the beach?
Shaking his head to clear it, he grinned. âThanks for the offer of a place to stay,â he said. âMight take you up on it.â
Margot smiled. âPlease do.â
The flirty little way she said that had him thinking thoughts he had no business thinking about his best friend.
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Update for Sept. 25th, 2024*:
I do try to update the 'coming soon' section of my pinned regularly, but in case you haven't checked that out -
I have been working to finish The Way You Miss Me (titled after a song by All Time Low) - a Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader Exes to Lovers fic where Fred and Reader break up when Fred leaves with George to open the shop in Diagon Alley, and then Reader is called to help with the Seven Potters mission - but she has a terrible fear of heights, to flying on the back of Fred's broom make things terrifying and complicated for her.
I am 8,600 words into a fic I thought would be 10k overall, but I think it's gonna end up being 15k? And my goal for today is to get the fic to at least 10k before quitting for the day. So I am like - a little bit more than halfway done with the first draft.
I think I should have it first draft finished by Sunday or Monday of this upcoming week, writing 1k or 2k a day and not pushing myself to work too hard. And then I'll probably run a poll to decide between some other Harry Potter related ideas and edit it while that poll is running! So I think this fic could be posted right at the beginning of October (this September has felt scarily short omg).
If you want to be notified when this fic is posted, you can sign up for my Harry Potter taglist here, just make sure that you read my taglist rules first!! And if you are new to my blog and want something to read in the meantime, then check out my Harry Potter Masterlist
*Decided I should put the date on these things because a lot of people don't have the dashboard timestamps turned on, and I don't want somebody to randomly discover a post from months ago or years ago and think that it is still relevant to what I'm working on now if it's a lost WIP or even something I already finished - if it is something I already finished, and somebody randomly goes back to like the post, I will try to go back and add a link to the finished fic. But let us all have common sense, and if the post is dated from a long ass time ago, and the fic with this description is not on my masterlist already, either send me a kind message about it asking if I posted it or realize that it just never got done and never got posted, thank you.
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hi loves
a wee announcement/bit of reflection below the cut
nothing heavy, just some thoughts & updates
First of all, I want to say I love this fandom so much. Truly I do. It has carried me though possibly the hardest, loneliest year of my life (and this ol' girl has been though some dark times). I've made friendships here that I hope to cherish for the rest of my life.
I came into fanfiction in October of last year, after not writing anything substantial for almost a decade. My dear friend at the time said she was looking for a specific Eddie Munson story, so I wrote it for her. I wrote it in first person because I didn't even understand how "reader perspective" was a thing, that's how wet behind the ears I was to this world. My friend, on the other hand, is a well-versed fic reader, and I distinctly remember messaging her like, "okay, what the hell is a Y/N??"
I spent that entire dark, cold winter writing and passing it to her in parts like notes in a classroom. The rush of getting back to something I loved so deeply after so much time away turned me into a monster. I lived and breathed that story. We sent endless messages back and forth every day about what each character would do next, imagining ourselves in that world, with Eddie. We made playlists, we cried. We screamed and giggled and kicked our feet when they finally kissed. We mourned the loss when it ended and moped around a bit before going back to read it all over again. Some 40k words and four months later I realized, holy shit, I think I write fanfiction now?
In a way, fanfiction saved my life. It brought me back to a part of myself I had buried, a part of me that worried it might never see the light of day again. It came crawling out of the ground, gasping for air like, "you better stretch your fingers bitch because I have a lot to say."
In April, I started posting here when the fandom was notably beginning to wane, but I was happy to see there were so many still going hard for our man. I kinda creeped in, like a little scuttling crab, and was grateful to find that a handful of you embraced me.
Long story short, I am NOT leaving, not at all. I know the tone is there, but that is not what this is, lmao. I will hopefully keep this blog for as long as you will have me. I plan to finish writing I'm on Fire and Death Becomes Us, as well as maybe another bit for gargoyle!Eddie, and nightmare!Eddie, but the other series I've started (or planned to start) will stay on hiatus for a while, possibly forever. I will continue to post blurbs and hc's and whatnot, but I won't be committing to any new series or long fics.
My masterlists will remain intact for the time being for those who want to enjoy what is there. That being said, The Nightmare Factory and Stop the World and Melt with You, might be taken down in the future only because I plan to re-work them into original stories. I have a second non-fandom blog in the works that is dedicated to monsters, nightmares, and magic realism, and I will let those who are interested know about it when the time comes.
Mostly, I wanted to let you know that, even if you notice some changes, I will continue to persist with "My 2 Joe's" delulu era, possibly until the earth swallows me up. I am no longer taking requests, but my asks will always be open for thots, blurbs, obsessions, etc. You know how much I love hearing from you.
That's all really. Perhaps this is simply one of those "end of year" thought dumps, but I also wanted to say a heartfelt Thank You to those who continue to support me, enjoy my work, and share it. My Ride or Die monsterfuckers and biker Eddie enthusiasts. My nightmare Eddie dreamers, my Twilight Zone Eddie pineapple heads. My gargoyle Eddie romantics who cheer on our Stone Boy, and my Hybrid Steve lovers who leave their windows open at night. My True Blood friends who appreciate a vampire Eddie who is nothing like Bill Compton. My darlings, my fellow rebel rousers and misfits, my friends.
This is a very symbiotic relationship, and I could not/would not do this without you â¤ď¸
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This is kinda a request but can you do a Luke Hughes reader where he cheats on his gf with the leader because he found out he loves the reader but while him and the reader are doing the naughty his gf comes in and catches them
âwrongâ
luke hughes x f!reader
warnings: cheating with reader, profanity, sex (sorta)
i tried to be more angsty than usual so i hope u guys like this
you knew from day one it was wrong. the way you looked at him, you knew it wasnât right. the jittery feeling you felt in your stomach whenever he was around, it wasnât the feeling that you were supposed to be feeling, it was supposed to be hers.
before you even realized it, your life became consumed. you were obsessed to say the least. always checking her instagram for new posts with him, or checking if the â<3â highlight was still up on her page. the very first story on that highlight being dated all the way back to 25 weeks ago, the day you met him at the beginning of the semester at a party. you and luke grew close over first semester, so close you developed feelings for him, but he wasnât yours. you stupidly set him up with a girl on your floor around october, and now theyâre dating.
but the day you really messed up, was when you got so intoxicated that you somehow ended up in lukes bed, and that was last week. and thatâs exactly where you are right now.
as lukeâs lips melt into yours, he begins to unclip you bra from underneath your shirt. he pulls it out from under the tight fitting shirt hugging your skin perfectly, tossing it onto the floor behind him. your hands find their way up and under his shirt, tugging on part of it letting him know to remove it. he parts his lips from yours as he removes his top, while you do the same.
luke pauses unbuckling his belt to admire your body, making you blush and giggle nervously.
âyouâre so pretty baby, you know that?â
âoh stop luke, youâre making me nervous,â you chuckle. luke smiles and leans back in to continue kissing you before breaking to finish taking his belt off. once all the clothing is removed, luke readjusts you both so that heâs above you while youâre laying flat on the bed. he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, and leaves a few hickeys on your breasts. as heâs rolling the condom on, the door knob twists open and a shriek fills the small space.
âwhat the fuck luke!â she exclaims as she storms out of the door room. luke bolts out of his bed and puts as much clothing on as he can in a short amount of time, before running down the hallway chasing after his girlfriend. still in shock, you redress yourself in the now quiet and empty dorm room. the small polaroid of him and his girlfriend sitting on his desk reminds you that this is for the better, and that you guys should have never been in the position you were just in a few minutes ago.
as you slip quietly out of his dorm room, you see a distressed luke leaning against the wall. you attempt to slip past him unnoticed, but a hand grabs yours, spinning you around. you look up at luke and sigh. you know that you shouldnât feel the way you do, but itâs like the whole world stops spinning when he looks at you.
âiâm sorry. i shouldâve broken up with her ages ago,â he says lowly, clearly disappointed with himself.
âitâs not me you should be apologizing to luke,â you state.
âyes it is, i never even cared about her. i always wanted you, i just realized that way too late. you think itâs a coincidence that i see you everyday on my way to class while you come back from the gym? or that we just so happen to shop at the same bagel place? hell y/n, you make me so crazy that i just couldnât deal with the chase any longer, so i kept mia around. which i regret, knowing now that it wasnât just a one sided thing with youâ
âluke, this isnât right. iâm disgusted with myself, i knew what i was doing. we canât be together, itâs wrong. at least not this soon, we have to think about mia,â you sigh.
âokay, then iâll wait. iâll wait for you, because i love you y/n. i know you think iâm crazy for saying that, but itâs true. seeing the way you care about everyone more than yourself, or how youâre not afraid to be the loudest one cheering in the stands, or even how you dance under the club lights, it makes me fall even more in love with you,â luke says, grabbing your free hand and intertwining it with his.
although your heart is swelling at his words, a sharp pain is stinging throughout your heart at the same time.
âluke, you donât mean tha-â you begin to say, but he cuts you off. âi do y/n, i do mean it. please just let me wait for you, iâll do it anyways even if you tell me not to. i donât care if weâre âwrong,â itâs you that i want, and i know that.â
a tear slips down your cheek, knowing that you so desperately want to pull him in for a kiss and call him yours, but you know you canât. âluke, weâre wrong. just give me time, and that doesnât mean iâll one hundred percent come back to you, but thereâs a chance, okay?â
lukeâs pursed lips turn into a sorrow grin, and he nods his head quickly. âokay, anything. anything you want, you have it.â
â
and luke really did mean those words, he meant every single one.
as youâre resting your head on his chest, feeling his breaths slow as he begins to fall into a calm rest, you say something that youâve been dying to say for awhile now, âi love you too, luke.â
âwhat? i didnât say i love you, i mean i do but-â
âi know. itâs from last year, the words i left unsaid. iâm saying them now, because i love you too,â you say softly, still feeling lukeâs breathing pattern against your cheek. his lips brush against the top of your head, making you smile.
âwell, in that case, i love you more.â
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It's that time of the year again! The happiest, the jolliest time of the year! Fall! October! Halloween! So, as normal, here's Mordred's Annual October Watchlist for 2024!!
Halloween Rewatch Marathon: back in 2016, or something like that, I watched every Halloween movie. But it was before I had a letterboxd account and there are newer ones I've only seen once in theaters. It seems perfectly thematic for me to make the big thing I do this Halloween season be the titular series.
Higurashi: Last year I set my sites on a lot of things, included with that was trying to watch all of Higurashi. I somewhat failed, I didn't get through the final season until it was too late. I hope to finish it this season and post my reviews from last year and this one together!
Suicide Club: Since realizing I'm a huge fan of Sion Sono's work, I've been slowly going through all his movies. Having watched Noriko's Dinner Table, I want to rewatch Suicide Club and see if my opinion changes.
The Forest of Love: Another Sion Sono movie, this one about a horrific killer. Should be pretty fucked up.
Tokyo Vampire Hotel: A TV series Sion Sono did with Amazon apparently. Has a lot of bad reviews but that kinda makes me more curious about it.
Another: Anime series. One of my favorite horrors. I rewatch it every year.
Shiki: Anime series. One of my favorite horrors. I rewatch it every year.
Perfect Blue: Famous anime horror movie. I intend to show it to my husband this year :)
Nightmare Before Christmas: Sometimes shit is just fun. I wanna have fun. Let's have fun.
Reread Another, the original novel by Yukito Ayatsuji. One of my all time favorite horror novels, in my top ten favorite books of all time. If there's enough time and I dont adhd out, I'll finally try to read that new sequel.
Reread Goth by Otsuichi. My favorite horror novel and one of my top five favorite books.
Replay Malcatras' Maiden, which if you don't know is a free horror adjacent trans puppy maid visual novel. If you don't know about it, google it and play it. :)
Ambitious as always, but this is my list for things I want to watch this Halloween season! I know I'm starting my "October Watchlist" in September, but hey, it's never too early to be spooky đ
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Title: Baby's Driver
Author: entropic_saudade
Artist: Sketcheun
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Endgame Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen, mentioned past Sam/Jessica, past John/Mary, mentioned background Belphegor/Ardat, past Kelly/Lucifer, past Bobby/Karen, implied past Dean/Lee Webb, mentioned past Dean/others, mentioned past Cas/others, Garth/Bess, past Bobby/Crowley, Chuck/Becky, past Chuck/multiple unnamed women
Length: 140000
Warnings: Major Archive Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Other warnings: ableism, graphic depictions of illness and injury, graphic depictions of medical treatment, childhood cancer and associated diseases, canon-typical violence, canon-typical child neglect, canon-typical childhood trauma, trauma, sexual harassment, minor character death, mentioned sexual assault, kidnapping, alcohol use, mentioned alcoholism, guns.
Tags: Alternate Universe, getaway driving, heists, music, selectively mute Dean, neurodivergent characters, mutual crushes, found family, happy ending, pop culture references.
Posting Date: October 23, 2023
Summary: Dean has been working as a getaway driver for Crowley for the last fourteen years, and has survived by developing a few simple rules: always pick the right music, keep an eye on the time, never give out his real name, and most importantly, make no personal connections with anyone on the job. Making no personal connections with anyone new is easy when he has difficulty talking in his own words. Enter Cas, who, in order to pay for his nephew Jackâs life-saving medical treatment, decides to break bad by joining Crowleyâs operations. Unlike most of his brothers, heâs new to the world of crime, but Gabrielâs list of survival tips, and their driverâs skills and quiet demeanor have a way of reassuring him. Throughout the course of several months, their rules fall to the wayside as they fall for each other, each unable to say the words âI love youâ for differing reasons. Casâ past family life complicates things when Lucifer comes around, wanting to know how Cas is getting the money to pay for Jackâs treatment. Everything comes to a head, and they realize just how connected their world is when Dean is kidnapped. A Baby Driver-inspired AU.
Excerpt: With little over four minutes counted on his internal clock, a trilling alarm pierced the air as three figures ran out, each with stuffed bags in tow. Right on time. While the other two piled in the back, one of the masked figures frantically pounded on the passenger side window with the butt of his shotgun. âOpen the door!â he yelled, voice muffled. Dean rolled his eyes, popping the handle, showing that it was already unlocked. Dean pressed play, not waiting for him to finish closing the door behind him before tearing off.  His tires burned rubber on the pavement. One street, two streets, three streets whizzed by as Dean narrowly avoided red lights, ignoring honks and angry yells from other drivers, racing to get onto the next access road. âGet your motor runninâ, head out on the highway!â Dean weaved between the beats of the music and the cars around him, riding the gas a little harder to try to put as much distance between their car and the bank as he could. The goon in the backseat and Bela, who had played fake hostage, looked behind them and swore. Dean glanced up at the rearview mirror to see that civilian cars had started to part like the Red Sea for a squealing squadron. The sirens chased them down, joining in and almost drowning out the lyricsâ âYeah, darlinâ, gonna make it happenââ so Dean cranked it up in response, lowering the rear windows so that they could put their firepower to use. Whether it was intentional or coincidence, if it was set to some kismet choreography by the Powers That Be, or if it happened because Dean had a preternatural sense about timing things like this, Bela and Backseat shot their guns in sync to âFire all of your guns at once,â popping the tires of two of the closest police cars. The cars skidded sideways and to a halt, causing a pile-up behind them. Dean smoothly ducked under an overpass only to be greeted by a row of road spikes being laid up ahead when he emerged. With a glance to the side, he noticed that some construction workers had graciously left behind a gift for him, and decided to take advantage. Dean made a sharp turn, avoiding the teeth of the spikes. The tempo of the drums picked up pace as Dean picked up speed. Bela put her seatbelt on and held on tight to the grab handle above her, while the guys in the backseat and next to him started begging when they realized what he was doing. âNo, no, waitâ!â âWhat are youâ?â âWe can climb so high, I never wanna dieâŚâ Dean went hard on the throttle up the construction ramp, gathering enough momentum so they could soar over a concrete divider. In the few seconds that they were up off the ground, the bags in the backseat lifted off the laps of his accomplices, suspended for a moment â âBorn to be wi-ildâŚâ
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Harvesting & Processing Basil
Finally! The long-awaited basil post! I wanted to wait until the process was completely finished before putting this together. I deeeefinitely made some mistakes, as you will soon realize.
Part I (October 9): Harvesting the Leaves
I didn't take a picture directly before the harvest, so these ones from 12 days prior must suffice. This is more or less what I started with:
As you can see, it's a fairly healthy plant, albeit smaller than you might expect. My first attempt at basil died in July, and was replaced in August with a cutting from someone else's plant that was being given away on the local freecyling facebook group. I was pleasantly surprised to find out it the cutting had roots, so I planted it and this is what it became in ~ 2 months.
I wasn't originally planning to harvest on any particular day. It was more like I just, on a whim when I got home for the day, grabbed some kitchen scissors and went outside to cut some leaves. I was originally only planning to take a few, leaving some to grow. That was, until I discovered that the plant was flowering. If you don't know already what basil looks like when it flowers, here are some pictures! If you don't know, basil dies after it flowers. (At least that's what I've been told) So when i saw this, I knew I had to go ahead and harvest the whole thing. There is also a photo at the end of the flower/seed pods that are precursors to the flower. I had never understood how the ends of basil look different when they're growing new leaves vs. about to flower until I saw this. Now I know what to look for.
I was texting a boy basically the entire day while harvesting, so it took several hours longer than it needed to, because I kept pausing to type on my phone. I went out at like, 3pm, and finished + came inside around 6-7pm. Yes, we are dating now.
This is what it looked like at the halfway point, when I was just laying all the stems in a pile and collecting small leaves in the strainer:
That is when I realized it was hubris to have such a small vessel, so I grabbed a large mixing bowl from inside.
This is what the plant and both bowl & strainer looked like when I finished picking off of the main plant:
I was... shocked, haha. I did not expect the stems to have so much volume when picked. As you can see, I left some leaves at the end of the plant where there were flowers, so that I could enjoy them for a while longer until they withered. Also left some "undesirable" (by me) leaves behind on the woody stems.
The next step was to separate the leaves from the stems. Remember, I was winging this whole process and not thinking ahead. Otherwise, I might have been pulling off the individual leaves from the start. I got this setup, with a paper towel for a working space, and a slightly smaller mixing bowl as the receptacle for stripped leaves. I used bag clips and the weight of the bowls to prevent the paper towel from blowing away:
For the most part, I just relied on my fingernails to cleanly break the leaves from the stems, then threw the stems to the back of the paper towel and the leaves into the bowl. I only had to use the scissors a few times, especially for cutting off pieces of leaves where bugs had begun to eat them, or they were extremely yellow, but I wanted to still use the green part. Here are some process photos, including a couple of tiny heart-shaped leaves. There's also one leaf where, when I cut it, just the clear strip of cellulose remained where the rest of the leaf had been, and I thought it was cool that I could see through it.
When i was done, I threw the stems back into the planter. With the stems removed, everything fit in the smaller mixing bowl just fine. Since the basil was in the planter for only ~2 months, the plan is to remove the roots and re-use the dirt for something else (like giving more space to + propagating my African Violet! Which is something I've been wanting to try lately. I already saved an egg carton to potentially use for starting the leaves.
Part II (October 10): Washing & Drying the Leaves
I was going to wash the leaves and lay them out to dry on the same day, as I believe is recommended, but I got lazy LOL. So I returned the following day. I started by putting leaves in the strainer and rinsing them under the faucet, but quickly realized that that was going to be annoying and take forever. I finally decided that the most efficient course of action was just to fill the bowl with water so that everything got soaked. I used warm water, with no solution or vinegar or anything added.
I got an extra large baking sheet and put down a paper towel on it. I had just begun pulling leaves out of the water and laying them out on the paper towel when I realized that this was too much water involved. I fixed the issue (somewhat) by pouring all the wet leaves into the strainer and shaking it gently to remove as much moisture as I safely could, then set it down to let it continue to drip down into the bowl while I worked. Setup A vs B:
Although I started off trying to make sure everything was evenly spaced, I had roughly 14 layers of paper towels to put down so I eventually faded into chaos, as every ADHD gardener is wont to do. Some vague asf process photos & what the stacks looked like:
I let it sit for a few hours while I cleaned out my food dehydrator. Now, this is the part where I Completely forgot to be taking process photos, so Unfortunately, I don't even have any pictures of the dehydrator to share, except for this product photo of the model that I was using:
I laid out all of the still-slightly-damp leaves in all of the trays, trying to keep them evenly spaced and not overlapping but (kind of) failing. Then I shelved it to wait overnight for the leaves to air-dry. Had I been doing this properly, I would have let the leaves sit on the paper towels, in a single layer, instead of stacked up or in the dehydrator the way I did.
Part III (Several Day Period Oh My God): Dehydrating the Leaves
It is utterly embarrassing how difficult it was to get these leaves dry. The recommended temperature for basil/herbs is 95 degrees Farenheit, for 12-24 hours for basil. I started off at the lowest dehydrator setting, 100F, for 13 hours and started it overnight.
In the morning, two of my three roommates were complaining about the smell and asked me to move it outside to the porch (direct sunlight) I obliged, and seeing as the basil was still thoroughly damp, added another 6 hours on.
Then I forgot it overnight again. *sigh*
I brought it back inside and realized that all of the leaves on the top were brown (albeit mostly dry), but many of the leaves at the bottom were still wet. This is when I posted my cry for help on Tumblr dot com, and was told to not put them outside again.
Unsure what to do and overwhelmed by other tasks, I pretty much gave up. I ran it for roughly 12 more hours indoors a day or two later as a last-ditch effort, but didn't check it right away.
October 22nd was the day I finally took the time to check the leaves and I was immensely and pleasantly surprised to find that almost all of the leaves were dry! I knew that it had likely been exposed to moisture in the powered-off dehydrator, so I ran it for 2 hours just to get rid of any atmospheric moisture and then set to work on grinding it up.
Part IV (October 22): Processing the Dried Leaves
This was, honestly, the second-most-fun part of the process immediately after the harvest. It was a little bit tedious, but I still enjoyed it. It's also when I started taking pictures again.
First of all, I spilled several leaves onto the floor while trying to empty the trays into a small metal mixing bowl that I was using to collect the dried leaves. Unfortunately, they had to be swept away because our kitchen floor is dirty.
A week or two earlier, I had washed out an Old Bay seasoning container, anticipating putting ground basil in it. I know that whole leaves preserve the flavor better, but I am working with what I can here!!! This is what worked best for me this time. My roommate Lilly has a tiny asf mortar & pestle that she allowed me to use, so I washed it out. I grabbed a funnel for the Old Bay shaker, and set up shop at a foldout table right in the middle of the kitchen floor. I put on the podcast that I'm currently working through, a Behind the Bastards miniseries titled Behind the Police. It was released in summer of 2020 and is all about the history of the institution of police in the USA. Super interesting.
This was the setup:
So, the way I did this was, I would gather a few leaves at a time into the mortar & pestle, grind it up in a circular motion, and then pour the ground basil into the funnel and the Old Bay container. Pretty simple and straightforward.
A few leaves in the bowl were still damp/limp, and wouldn't crumble in the mortar & pestle. I just removed them as I went. I included the brown leaves from the top tray because, at this point, I was just happy that I wouldn't have to throw everything away.
This is what it all looked like when I was done! As you can see, only a few leaves had to be removed.
Part V: Conclusion & What I've Learned
It's absolutely incredible to me how much those leaves at the start reduced, until they only filled a tiny handheld bottle!!! Yes, that is ALL of the leaves!! To drive home how insane this is, here is a side-by-side of the initial harvest of leaves-only, and the bottle that it filled at the end:
Just crazy! It's a bit hard to comprehend the scale from these pictures, honestly.
From there, it was just cleanup and storing the dehydrator, then writing BASIL
basil BAsil. BASIL
BASIL. BASIL
all over the Old Bay container so that it wouldn't be mistaken.
The plan if i didn't have enough room in the bottle was to portion out & give away bags of whole leaves at the punk rock market, like I've been doing with zines (oh! that's something I haven't posted about!). I was slightly disappointed that I didn't have enough, to be honest
Going through this process has given me an insane amount of increased respect to spice harvesters both currently in the spice world, and throughout history. It's a LOT of work to harvest & process just one bottle of basil! It's like that one post talking about how our ancestors are probably proud of us, or at least happy for us, to be surrounded by spices and luxuries that previously were only available to the rich and powerful.
Also as someone with Indian heritage, which is known for its spices LOL, this honestly felt like it connected me a little bit with that culture that I wasn't raised in. Not in any crazy metaphorical way, just coming to appreciate the process and work that goes into spice production, in a way that I wasn't able to before going through this process. The significance of spices carries more weight for me now.
I don't think I'll be able to use all of this basil before next year. I honestly don't even cook with dried basil that often, it's just nice to have fresh basil. What I might do is manage a plant again next year, for the gardening experience, then just straight-up give away fresh & dried basil at the market like I was originally planning to this time. I could plan it a little bit better, though, to ensure that I can feel confident in the quality.
8/10 enjoyment. Tedious & frustrating at times, but ultimately very rewarding, and mostly fun! This is the first, and likely only, harvest I've had this year in 2024. I look forward to expanding next year!!! I can't wait to see what I'll grow then. Time to start planning, I guess!
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