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There is nothing to be done and everything left to do.
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A lil glimpse into the future.. 👀
#ts4#sims 4#simblr#fib#fib extras#robin#byrd#wren#juniper#pixie#jude#jacob#guys it's so hard not to yeet ourselves into the future#😅#i'm sure u can guess who is who right?!#subject to change ofc but i'm getting vibes from em all already u kno#it's pissing me off there was only 7 cos it's not an even number easily arranged on tumblr lmao sdkjskjd
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WALLFLOWERS AT WORLDS END
— " OH IM SO SORRY. YOU LOOKED AWFULLY DEAD TO ME. "
NAVIGATION :
— INTRODUCTION
— TABLE OF CONTENTS
→ LINK TO ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN PAGE
→ LINK TO WATTPAD REVISION
#Wallflowers at world's end#Dorian Rayne Taylor#Rina dela cruz#Croix J peña#Jacob Oliver Carson#Original story#original character#Zombie apocalypse#Fluff#Crack#Comedy#Angst#2000s#Bruno Ripley#Jasper Amadeo Simons#Adonis Bellard Dubois#Nicholas Wren Graves
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I deeply apologize for the person I’m about to become this week with both the Ahsoka premiere and All In. The fact that they’re the same week was made to kill me, I know it.
Anyone as excited as I am for both and also unable to contain it?
#adamjf and best friends and eddie kingston and bullet club gold and the elite and punk/joe 4 and probably more#I know I’m forgetting some#AND I get ahsoka and my favourite space family back???#I might spontaneously combust out of pure joy and excitement and emotion#aew#all elite wrestling#maxwell jacob friedman#mjf#adam cole#better than you bay bay#wrestling#adamjf#cm punk#ahsoka tano#star wars rebels#star wars#hera syndulla#sabine wren#ezra bridger#grand admiral thrawn#chopper#zeb orrelios#the elite#best friends#orange cassidy#eddie kingston#bullet club gold
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–– open starter ; a hotel room ’ 5pm.
wren adored days like these. event days were hectic , full of excitement and unbelievably busy. but gosh , did they feel proud when their client looked absolutely stunning , hair done , make-up impeccable. wren took a few steps back and admired their handiwork, cocking their head from one side to the other , gently moving the other 40 degrees to check how they looked in the different lighting before smiling. " i think you're all done. what do you think? " they asked , their chest tightening slightly. they knew they had done a good job , but there was still the anxiety of not knowing how the client would react.
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If you're making fun of yourself are you punching up or punching down?
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Meet Wren Warwick! I love, love, LOVE Keyframes Spring Demo! PLUS having them release a template to make something for your own MC... Chef kiss! But gosh this took me so long to do... Extra fun facts below the cut!
Comes from a family of lawyers, so felt like she had to become a lawyer in some way
If asked she what she would rather do, she will avoid the topic unless she is close with you (she really wants to become a Botanist, thus the biology minor/plant biology minor)
She has always been a people pleasure and bent to everyone elses will and despite being aware of that, she finds it hard to stop. So this year! She will try to do things for herself!
pretty good cook and likes to learn about foraging so she can gather ingredients
might be a bit frugal lol
people have said she was born with two left feet... she just doesn't have spacial awareness...
Can see alright without her glasses - Mostly needs them for seeing things from afar (near sighted)
Fun fact about her necklace! It's not really one but a long string used for making string tricks like Jacob Ladder, Kitty Whiskers and other things. She would show off what she knows but honestly she forgets she's wearing it 90% of the time
very shy and timid at first, but once she opens up to you she's a frickin weirdo
loves video games, especially cozy farming games, simulation games and visual novels :)
5'3'' in height
From the west coast of Canada. Choose this school because it was beautiful and it got her as far away from her family as possible without going across the ocean
Not the greatest relationship with her family :)))) Mainly her mother :))))
#keyframes#keyframes vn#keyframes mc#keyframes fanart#I also realize this is my second OC named Wren ;)))#I just like bird names okay#The last name is just something i default to because I used it for an OC FOREVER ago and just... kept it for everything lol#my art#my artwork#crow draws stuff ig???
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Spooky Day at the Finch's.. 🎃👻
#ts4#sims 4#simblr#ts4 gameplay#fib#fib extras#oscar#courtney#robin#wren#byrd#ᓚᘏᗢ#ivan#jacob#pixie#jude#matilda#miya#suzie#tooooooo many tags#skdjskj#wren's so bitey lmao#they're all so cute plz#;-;#robin didn't want to wear a costume so Oscar just stuck a silly hat on him and called it a day 😂
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What r ur oc stories about?
OMG HIHI I NEVER HAD SOMEONE OUTSIDE OF MY CURRENT FRIENDS ACTUALLY ASK BEFORE UMMMM OKAY SO. i have 3! main oc stories that i Really care about at the moment but im Deeply fixated on mainly 1 of them but im gonna start with the one ive been liek "promoting" the most in a sense!! under read more cuz im gonna try to exlain all three of them bless. sorry if i seem overly passionate oops i was TRYING to summarise im sorry its so long u rlly dont Have to read All of it
Forgotten Man's Symphony
his (louis manoir) character is basically a spin off from a character mentioned in the novel frankensetin exactly (1) time by name in elizabeth's letter and by far he is the most organised oc of mine cuz we do actually have a clean, understandable summary doc (thought it is a tad bit outdated but its okay). shes like the most Normal narrative-wise i suppose so i'm not exactly sure on how to explain the plot of forgotten man's symphony it's just like??? him ruining his life in front of the reader and then #Healing?? i guess?? the story is an epistolary that starts with louis' Suicide Letter. so like. yeah. BUT!! i suppose i would say his story very much concerns the concept of like identity (including gender and such she would be considred either transfemme/bigender by the modern world but also idfk cuz i made her complicated and confusing on purpose) and also the lack thereof + the negative impact that comes with trying so hard to fit into the societal norms and what people Want you to be but you just Can't be, cutting away bits of yourself to fit through some sort of hole representing the perfect version of you until theres nothing left of Who You Are expect a palatable and small version yk?? and the the endless pursuit of wanting to be loved that leads yourself to changing and changing for people who just wont care or love you for realsies + @rosaniruby 's words "making it even like that so its not YOU who is loving and being loved but the dim visage of a version of you that fits the picture of what society loves; that it's not a love between individuals, it's the love for a society that cannot ever love anything because it was made to hate. and who believes that portrayal of love will not find it and forever be stuck. smth like society loves what it deems as perfect and hates the imperfect, since perfect doesn't exist it can only do the second one. and louis wanted to love perfect victor, hated his own imperfect self. but the perfect victor doesnt exists, and neither does any version of louis."
i like her he's great. sorry if that was less telling u WHAT his story is and more like Explaining the "themes" as theyre called of the story but idrk how to describe nromal stuff so TAKE WHAT U CAN GET!!! anyways,
Domus Carnis: The Transmutation of Guinevere Manor
idk if you're aware but i have a hyperfix on architectural horror and i DON'T MEAN SCARY GHOSTS AND SERIAL ILLERS IN AN ABANDONED HOUSE I MEAN HAUNTED HOUSES THAT ARE ALIVE THAT IS A METAPHOR FOR PTSD FROM CHILDHOOD TRAUMA ETC ETC!! this story By making it started my whole obsession with the House it's crazy... scary even.. (i recommend you watch jacob geller's video essay about houses) i really do like domus carnis but it's. Messy to say the least. i do feel as if i ought to change the time period it's set in to avoid talking about the wars going on in the time period i accidentally set it in without realising but im procrastinating on that rn. it was Suppose to be late 1800s to early 1900s..
in a few simple words: flesh-and-bone made lesbian sex house. does that get your attention yet. bless
domus carnis (which literally means flesh house in latin or something) will be written in the POV of a 40ish year old widowed woman by the name of harriet wren's diary entries, occasionally switching to the POV of her 20-something year old godson percival who is like old timey jake paul and hes like either a journalistt or a radio host depending if i choose to change the time period or not. we follow them after harriet's husband dies of whatever and they find out he has a large property in a foreign country of which they had not known of prior
somewhere in germany there is a house of ex-aristocrats that no longer live there that is Alive. the House becomes alive because it is in a sense "possesed" (not haunted) the ghost of kathryna von guinevere who was the last one to die in the house, who, in life, was incredibly obsessed with The House for reasons that i fear are too long to explain without boring you and going into info pre-story?? anyways, when she "posseses" the house, the materials of the house shift to flesh, blood and bone because it Materially becomes her body. now, it would be hard to accurately label what represents what body part, because it's all strangely jumbled up and isn't like really human anatomy either cuz kathryna Can in fact see inside herself?? anyways whatever. now, the house is now both her body AND her mind. i have taken the phrase "haunted by memories/trauma" and turned it literal. the house IS haunted, but most of the ghosts aren't ghosts, theyre mostly all manifestation of Memory from her life because she actively is replaying the speech and actions of other people IN her mind to process the (typically traumatic) events of which she's seen or experienced. the ghosts CANNOT do as they please because they only exist at all Due to kathryna remembering them in these specific scenes. the hauntings include scenes of people, sounds, and shadows. unless the "scene" has a mirror, you cannot see kathy directly because you are witnessin things through HER eyes, which makes memories from wee childhood interesting because im wondering if i should make the "people" seem wayy bigger than the viewer if stuff is replayed from childhood..
i really like the fact that a lot of this is based on memory because it opens a lot of doors to me when it comes to the appearance of hauntings. my friend showed me this video depicting neurons forgetting how a face looks like, and i feel as if i could use that in the story because well, realistically kathy isnt going to have a Pristine memory cuz she Was just a human before, not to mention the fact shes already suppose to have issues on facial recognition/rememberance (my friend with these sisues suggetsed htis). the alteration of the ghosts' bodies could be fucked with even more if i try to make use and research into the way that people (mostly children) can in fact like.... change the image of something traumatic in their brain and make it less scary bc the brain is trying to protect them? yeah. AND ALSO the fact that a lot of people forgets certain aspects of their trauma due to their brain trying to protect them as well but still have this feeling of Unease when it comes o specific things that they cant explain, i could incorporate this feeling in certain areas of the House, the strange uneasiness. i experience that myself so i hope ill portray it right!!
i Think that's it?? at least that should be the bare bones of the story... i have a pin board tho if u want to check it out!!
The Epinicium
THIS is the stupid fucking thnag thats ruining my entire life rn. i love it i hate it whagever man. THIS ONE ill keep short and simple because im too fucking mentally ill about it to explain in depth without being asked questions
so basically its fantasy world but not like. Completely new high fantasy i very loosely based the countries off of like real countries and stuff bc lazy as shite so its like mid fantasy maybe HOWEVER
basically its set in this world where theres a shit ton of religions and gods and shit and theres three categories of religions (the world is veyr uhnm. Categorical idk): earth, science and the arts. basically the arts religions are the majority and the gods of those religions are called the muses so thats what i'll be calling them from now on. the basic plot of epinicium is about the muses of the music religion declaring that humanity doesnt treat music as "holy enough" anymore and taking it away as a whole (songbirds go extinct as well which is importnat) which also fucks up the other arts religionsdue to the fact that artforms are very connected but they still exist yk and centuries later our main cast attempts to bring it back!!! we have this server with a channel that has the "summary" but its not a real summary its just an already outdated infodump but we are Trying to fill this doc but we're failing really hard but friendship is magic idk.
fin.
anyways thats. pretty much it i think im sorry its too long once again 😭😭 feel free to ask question esp on the epinicium!! id love to hear abt ur ocs btw ive yapped so much oops
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" As much as I'd love to say I'm someone whose fully capable of surviving an apocalypse alone. That would be a HUGE LIE. I. CANNOT. Survive this phenomenon alone, but while I was unfortunate enough to start off on my own, I was lucky enough to come across the people I'd spend the entirety of this world ending event with. " ⇁ D.R.T
WALLFLOWERS AT WORLDS END :
— Depicts the story of an early teen enduring the kickstart of an apocalypse in Canada, aiming to locate his family and surprisingly coming across the closest thing to that.
SETTING :
— Takes place in early 2000s, Pre-apocalyptic and mid apocalyptic circumstances
TAGS :
— Zombie apocalypse, cannibalism, illegal activity, drunk driving, murder, manslaughter, blood, violence, gore, mutilation, dismemberment, decapitation, implosion, major character injury, body modifications, body horror, underage drinking, underage smoking, drug use, implied/referenced overdose attempt, implied/referenced suicide, implied/referenced rape/non-con, implied/referenced infidelity, psychological torture, physical torture, minor character death, teenagers, teenagers being stupid, teenagers being teenagers, angst, slowburn, fluff, found families, platonic physical affection, lgbtq, original story - freeform, original characters
REGULATIONS :
- Avoid reposting the story without credits, especially if it's another app, please do not claim this as yours . I've worked hard on creating the very base of this book.
- Please at all costs avoid sexualizing the underage characters which involve most if not all of the main cast, this includes but is not limited to inappropriate artworks, nsfw fanfictions, explicit shipping, etcetera.
- Refrain from shipping the characters without considering what I am about to express as the author, forcing characters together out of the canon and confirmed isn't something I wish to occur, though I accept it to be inevitable. Keep in mind that the characters are mirrors to real life people that I, personally know, and I hope for you to respect my wishes, and them as well.
- Awfully specific however blatantly shaming or mocking my story is unacceptable, especially if it involves the label cringe, I dont know, it just seems quite unecessary to single out 'abnormal' behavior in teens. Just, why? No one asked you to do it, and I'm certainly not asking you to, so don't go in my inbox/notes just to say something about a character being weird.
- I feel as if these rules won't cover everything, so I'm going to be updating this in the middle of creating the story.
.... WALLFLOWERS AT WORLDS END
#Wallflowers at world's end#Wawe#Zombie apocalypse#Teenagers being stupid#Original story#original character#Dorian Rayne Taylor#Rina Dela Cruz#Croix J. Peña#Jacob Oliver Carson#Nicholas Wren graves#Jasper Amadeo Simons#Flynn Elias Srantos#Bruno Ripley#Adonis Bellard Dubois#Angst#Fluff#Comedy#Humor#crack#original work
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Every Name used for each District in my fics
D1: Onyx, Ruby, Shimmer, Beau, Topaz, Persephone
D2: Ginny, Mars, Sylve, Claudia, Garde, Minerva, Ty, Claudius, Magnus
D3: Tera, Java, Peg, Alex, Magenta
D4: Brook, Dylan, Wade, Undine, Polina, Sheelin, Pearl, Marina
D5: Sunny, Hydro, Isak, Muriel, Wren, Nikolai
D6: Maureen, Cassius, Ford, Kennedy, Lexie, Greason, Dev, Montana, Texas, Beatrix, Sienna, Mercedes, Helena, Mae, Zara, Lori, Kian, Chevy, Joan, Hans, Georgia, Audi, Kira, Benson, Jo, Lionel, Flint, Cora, Lydia
D7: Ashton, Amber, Juniper, Cypress, Ash, Rowan, Ebony, Aspen, Agnes, Holly, Hazel
D8: Claudia, Wool, Evelyn, Avery
D9: Schyte, River, Sickle, Rye, Sylva, Wheaton, Harvie
D10: Isa, Pedro, Taurus, Carmen, Filip, Mateo, Lucia, Claude, Otis
D11: Cassandra, Jacob, Robin, Everest
D12: Harrow, Lilith, Canary, Harlow
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–– closed starter for @saraifm ; wren’s home, 9pm.
" oh , come on – this is not gross. " both their hands were completely covered in cookie dough. it was getting in every crevice on wren's skin and their nails were covered in raw dough. wren 's kitchen had been painted a light orange color and was covered in plants. the floor was a mediterranean - style tile faux wood tile and there were small long rugs all over the floor to keep their feet from the cold tile. " i promise this recipe is worth it , " they said with a wicked grin , digging their hands in the dough again and beginning to ball it up. " these will be the best no - chill cookies you have ever tasted in your life. scout's honor. "
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Chapter Twelve
Wren
“You’re telling me that was fake?!”
Macy looks at me from across the table, breakfast food spread out between us.
Instead of looking her in the eye, I pick up the overstuffed burrito on my plate and reach for a small cup of salsa— anything to keep myself busy. “Yeah, I told you it was.”
“Right, right.” Rolling her eyes, she takes a bite of her omelet. “If you say so.”
“It is.” Heat travels up my neck as the words tumble out, my hand coming up to the base of my neck to trace the diamond pendant. “”You’re just seeing things.”
“So me watching that man put his hands all over you must have just been a mistake on my part? My contacts must have fallen out for a second.” Macy says with a deadpan tone.
“Must have been the alcohol.” Shrugging my shoulders and taking a bite almost too big for my mouth, I sent up a tiny prayer that she would change the subject.
Because I needed to change the subject.
Badly.
Last night needed to be as far away from me as possible.
When I threw on my favorite jeans and grabbed an old hockey shirt out of my drawer, not once did it cross my mind who I would see inside of that venue.
If it had, the last person I would have picked would have been Niall.
The two of us gravitated to each other like opposite ends of the strongest magnet, not a single damn thing we could do to keep ourselves from meeting in the middle of that crowd.
Feeling his hands on my skin, his lips ghosting over my neck, the words from those same lips whispered in my ear— God.
It was all I could do to keep myself from begging him to take me anywhere where we could be alone.
Just the two of us.
I was attracted to Niall and the more time that I spent with him the more I had to tell myself over and fucking over that we had made an agreement.
A plan.
This relationship between us wasn’t real and nothing would ever come from it.
Nothing could come from it.
He was Niall Horan, retired professional golfer and owner of one of the most prestigious golf courses in the world.
Me? I was just Wren Jacobs.
The girl who’s family catered to her little sister and the girl who worked in marketing.
There wasn’t anything about me that would make him choose me in a regular scenario, in a real dating atmosphere— it was fake.
Fake.
Fake
Fucking fake.
Yet there was a small part of me that let myself imagine if it wasn’t. Like right now as Macy tells me about work and I do my best to concentrate and listen.
“Saturday night is the event at the Lakes, right?” Signing the check she refused to let the waitress split, she smiles at me before grabbing her purse.
I nod, reaching for my wallet. “Yeah. It starts at seven but I have to be there around five thirty.”
“I’ll be there at six in case you need anything. Besides, maybe I’ll be able to properly meet the man who had his hands all over my best friend.” Shooting me a wink, we push out into the sunshine of the morning.
Sliding my sunglasses up the bridge of my nose, a sound between a horan and a scoff falls from my lips. “Oh my god, you are the worst.”
Her laughter makes me want to shove her over and hug her right all at the same time. Opening my car door, I watch her walk up to her car next to mine. “Make sure you text me when you get home.”
“I will.” Mirroring my movement, she slides into the driver's seat. “Oh, Wren?”
“Yeah?”
Meeting my gaze, a smirk dances across her face. “You didn’t have any alcohol last night.”
With that, she puts the keys in the ignition and shuts the door before during off, leaving me standing there like a fucking idiot in the middle of the parking lot.
I know it and she knows it— We both know I’m fucked.
I couldn’t blame my actions on anything other than myself. Although I don’t think the loss of inhibitions that comes with alcohol could even touch the way it felt to be around Niall.
He was his own kind of addiction.
One I might not be able to deny.
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I’m a coward.
I’m a coward— and I know that I am.
Considering it’s been a week since I felt the brush of Niall’s fingertips over my warm skin and I’ve managed to keep away from him… On purpose?!
Yeah, exactly.
Coward.
Something about being face to face with him after than and after the realization that I might be in over my head has sent me down into a spiral that seems like it may never end.
Thankfully I got out of our weekly dates because Piper demanded my presence for a cake testing and a dress fitting. Not that it mattered what my opinion was because everyone knows she just needed someone to boss around.
But I knew that eventually my luck would run out when it came to avoiding Niall, that eventually I would have to look into those ocean blue eyes with their devastating hint of the sunrise.
As I make a sharp turn into my office with a deli sandwich clutched to my chest hoping that I made it, the black and white ball of fluff that happily barks outside of my door before jumping over the threshold tells me that today is the day.
“Callaway!”
Niall’s accent is thick as he rounds the corner before skidding to a stop, his eyes going from the puppy chasing his tail to me, sandwich still clutched in my grip.
“Hi.” Lifting my hand awkwardly, a squeak comes out of my mouth replacing the confident tone I usually carry.
Those lips that felt like fire across my skin pull up into a grin at the same time he crosses his arms across his chest, the fabric stretching in ungodly ways. “Hello, Birdie.”
My fingers dig into the deli paper, the slight sound making Callaway’s ears perk up before he bounces over to me and sits, tail swishing back and forth as his pink tongue hangs out of his mouth.
I can ignore Niall, but a cute puppy?
Absolutely not.
“Did someone already teach you how to sit?” Crouching down and shifting everything into one arm, I reach out and scratch behind his ears. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?”
“Actually, yeah— Thanks for asking.” Niall grins. “But if you hadn’t been avoiding the two of us I guess you would have already known that.”
“I haven’t been avoiding you.” I lie.
The laugh that falls from his lips draws the attention away from the four legged beast in front of me, making him rush over and jump up to the source of the sound. “Bullshit, Wren. I’ve literally seen you ducking around corners this last week and I’ve been at the receiving end of your one-worded text messages.”
“I’ve been busy.” Another lie. “I had some wedding stuff to do and—“
“Are you okay?” His voice is devoid of the teasing tone as he takes a step towards me. “Did your sister do anything?”
Shaking my head, I stay in the crouched position, watching as Niall flexes his hands at his sides as if he doesn’t know what to do with them. “No, no. It was nothing.”
“Would you tell me? If someone said something they shouldn’t have?” Those damn eyes lock with mine.
Standing up, I try my best to smile even as he takes one more step closer to me. “Niall, you don’t have to do that. You don’t have to act like my protector all the time, this is—“
“Fake. Yeah, I know it’s fake.” Annoyance flashes over his features. “But I don’t give a fuck if it’s fake or not, nobody talks to you like you aren’t important. Do you understand me?”
I nod, clutching my stuff to my chest. “Yeah, yes… I'm sorry for avoiding you this last week.”
“No, I should be apologizing to you.” Blowing out a breath and running his hands through his fake hair, a half smile ghosts across his face. “What happened— What I said… The way I touched you… I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”
God, just like that and I’m right back to where we were in the middle of that crowd.
Silence settles between us but the tension grows thicker and thicker as we stand so close.
“It’s okay.” Barely above a whisper, my voice doesn’t sound like my own. “I promise.”
“Birdie—“ This time it’s Niall who shakes his head, closing that gap between us and stepping close enough that I can feel the best from his body and the scent of the bergamot from his cologne. “Please don’t avoid me again, I hate it when—“ Between us, the ball of fluff let’s put a low whine just before he darts out of my office, making Niall let out a curse under his breath. “This conversation isn’t over.”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond before rushing out of the room, leaving me to finally drop my stuff at my desk and sit down, resting my head on my desk in an attempt to gain my bearings.
I needed to set myself straight sooner rather than later and I knew it.
The only problem?
It might already be too late.
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“Don’t be nervous.”
Macy looks over at me as we stand to the side, watching as people file into the ballroom and take their seats.
“I can’t help it.” My fingers reach for my necklace, running the pendant back and forth along the chain. “This event— I’ve worked hard to make sure everything goes well.”
“I know you have and it shows.” Taking a drink from her glass of water, she nudges my shoulder. “Besides, your boyfriend looks happy.”
“He’s not my—God, nevermind.” Arguing with her is pointless. “Besides, Niall owns this whole course. Of course he’s going to look happy— That’s his job.”
“Right, but is it his job to look at you like that?” She shrugs.
Looking up, it’s easy to find him in the crowd with his navy suit perfectly tailored to his body and the white shirt underneath fits in every way that it counts. That mop of dark hair so effortlessly perfect, like always.
As soon as our gazes meet from across the room, the smile on his face spreads a little wider and even under the dim lighting it’s easy to tell that his eyes get a little brighter. Niall turns to the man he’s talking to and shakes his hand, pointing towards me and patting him in the back.
“He’s not looking at me in any kind of way.” Clutching my drink in my hand, I ignore the goosebumps that blaze across my skin when he starts to make his way across the room.
“One day you’ll quit lying to yourself and when you do, I’m never going to let you forget it.” Patting me on the back, Macy gives me a mischievous smile. “I’ll remember to mention it in my maid of honor speech.”
“You’re so—“
There’s no time to finish my sentence when Niall finally reaches us, sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me into his side. “Hi, Birdie.”
“Hi.” My pulse skyrockets under his gaze, the soft smile enough to undo me.
“Everything looks great, you did good.” The feeling of his thumb moving back and forth like a weight against the fabric of my dress. Macy clears her throat next to us, drawing away Niall’s attention. “I’m sorry— You must be Macy.”
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” Macy shakes his hand, her watchful eye not missing the way his fingers grip my hip even tighter. “I’ve heard a lot about you from your girlfriend here.”
“All good things, I hope.” Tilting his face down to mine, there’s no escaping the blush blooming across my cheeks.
Macy takes a long drink from her glass. “Oh, yes. All good things.”
“Wren knows how to organize an event, doesn’t she?” Niall looks out over the ballroom. “She’s worked so hard on this.”
“I’ve always known her to be a hard worker. In my opinion, she’s the best one in her entire family.” She shrugs. “But that’s just my opinion.”
“Don’t worry, you aren’t the only one who thinks that.” Niall’s voice is lower, more rough. “Are they coming tonight?”
Shaking my head, I look down towards my feet and try not to let my disappointment show on my face. “Um, no. Piper wanted them to go to dinner. It’s not a big deal—”
Macy scoffs and rolls her eyes.
Niall takes in a deep breath before letting it out. “Don’t say that. What you do, the work you put into something… It matters.”
“Amen.” Macy mutters under breath from beside me.
Before I can even come up with a reply, the sound of my name draws my attention away from both of them, a genuine smile covering my face as Harper and her husband wave from across the room.
Once they join our little group, it feels like any and all the negative emotions that I was carrying dissipate as I laugh and smile with a group of people who not only have welcomed me but my closest friend as well.
Each time Niall looks at me or smiles in my direction, I can feel that hard exterior around my heart dissolve, the same hard exterior that helped me write the list of rules that I want to put through a paper shredder.
As the evening goes on, I finally find a moment to step outside, letting the cool air of the early October cool my skin.
Taking in a deep breath only to let it right back out.
I was so stressed out about this event and to see it go off without a hitch makes me feel so proud of myself.
Something I haven’t felt in a long time.
When you work hard and feel like the people who are supposed to be there and celebrate the good, and even the bad, aren’t there it just eventually wears you down.
Even when you put on a face as if it doesn’t bother you, there always seems to be this tiny hole in your heart that just can’t quite be filled.
Golden shadows stretch across the immaculately tamed lawn as the muted sounds of the people inside carry out as far away as they possibly can. A breeze picks up and sends a chill through my bones, making me cup my arms and rub my palms over my skin to give me even a little hint of warmth.
“Here.”
I know it’s Niall before I even turn around, the smell of his cologne mixed with the fresh scent that is just him surrounds me at the same time a jacket is placed over my shoulders.
“Thanks.” Gripping the edges along the front, I clutch it closer to me.
Stepping up behind me, I don’t even try and pretend like I don't want to be around him when he wraps his arms under the oversized fit of his suit jacket, those strong arms pulling me into him at the same time his chin rests on top of my shoulder.
“You smell good.” His words are warm against my skin from how close his lips are to me.
Tilting my head back, the smile on my lips is evident as Niall draws me even closer. “I’m wearing the same perfume I always do, weirdo.”
“I know.” He laughs. “I guess this is me telling you that you always smell good.”
My hands fall on top of his arms, the tips of my fingers tracing over the tops of the veins that run under his smooth skin.
Like this it’s easy to imagine a life of doing exactly this very thing.
Just him.
Just me.
“I’m glad that I didn’t ruin anything tonight.” My voice is soft, faint.
Niall shakes his head, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “You could never ruin anything, Birdie.”
“It feels like it, you know?” I lean into him, letting him support me. “Makes me tired.”
“You can be tired with me all you want, Wren, I promise you can. But let me tell you right now— You couldn’t ruin anything and every day you make me so fucking proud of you. Do you hear me?”
His lips press into my skin and linger there with his words.
“You’re just saying that because you have to say that, Niall. There’s nobody out here to hear what you’re saying.” It’s the truth, even though I don’t want it to be.
“Fucking hell.” Grumbling under his breath, Niall drops one of his arms from around my waist and reaches up, resting his forearm across my collar bone. “When I say that I’m proud of you, there’s nothing fake about that. Not a single fucking thing.”
Trying to keep my emotions in check, I bite the inside of my lower lip, my worst habit. “I’m just not used to hearing that from very many people.”
“Get used to it, Birdie.” When I feel his lips press against the skin of my neck, I close my eyes, letting myself feel all of the small kisses Niall trails along my skin up to my ear. “I could tell you all day long.”
Turning in his arms, I look up into his eyes, the soft glow from behind him casting a halo of light around his silhouette.
Honestly, I’m still not sure that I’ve ever seen someone as beautiful as Niall.
I don’t really want to see anyone but Niall.
Cupping my jaw, his thumb suns back and forth along my cheek before he drops down, his lips pressing to the corner of my jaw before he pulls away.
All I want to do is pull him back to me.
To feel his lips against mine, for real.
“Come on, let’s get back in there before people come looking for us.” I smile, trying to pretend like every look and every touch doesn’t drive me wild in one way or the other.
His lips tilt up in a half smile, hands dropping and leaving me feeling even colder than before. “Hey, Wren?”
“Niall?” Looking up at him, I force my hands to my sides, ignoring the urge to reach out for him.
We make our way up the stone steps and when he opens the door for me, I raise my brow in question, waiting for him to answer me.
As soon as we step inside, his hand slides over my hip and dangerously close to my ass before he leans in, his lips brushing against my ear right before he lays the truth out for me only to walk away right after.
Even hours later when I’m laying in bed I hear it.
The same low tone.
The same rasp.
His words play on repeat and when I finally doze off— it’s still the only thing that I hear.
I don’t even know how much I’m pretending with you.
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-alex 🍀
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“This is a deeply moving, challenging novel, and certainly very prescient. What is our obligation to others, particularly those in war-torn countries? How are we implicated through the tangled threads of history? Wren has written an anti-war novel, but it’s far more nuanced and unclear than I think we’d like to believe that the position of anti-war is. … A perfectly positioned novel for the current historical moment.” – Alison Manley, The Miramichi Reader
“No matter where your political beliefs fall, Jacob Wren’s new novel demands to be read for its poignant and propulsive nature. And I will double down on Dry Your Tears to Perfect Your Aim being one of the best pieces of Canadian Literature this year. Just don’t let the prize lists fool you. You’re smarter than that.” – Adam Ferris
“In Dry Your Tears to Perfect Your Aim, Jacob Wren has written a courageous, alarming and utterly original work of fiction. The ethical conundrums it addresses are myriad and relevant, and while it offers no solutions, it is relentless in its exposure of unflattering human truths that many of us, given a choice, would prefer to avoid.” – Ian Colford, The Seaboard Review
“A Jacob Wren novel is known for several things: narrators undergoing neurotic self-interrogation, a consideration of the gap between theory and practice, and a certain metafictional flair when it comes to signalling the work’s own existence as a radical text. All of these authorial trademarks are sent into overdrive in Dry Your Tears to Perfect Your Aim, Wren’s introspective protest novel about the role that doubt plays in any political awakening.” – Jean Marc Ah-Sen, Quill & Quire
“Dry Your Tears to Perfect Your Aim is an anti-war novel that reminds us of our complicity in global conflicts, while offering a glimpse of the hope that drives resistance.” – Ariane Fournier, Maisonneuve
“Jacob Wren’s latest scintillating work of literary fiction, Dry Your Tears to Perfect Your Aim, is a book in revolt. Wren crafts a bold and unsettling narrative with the kind of clarity to explore ethical dilemmas that are both numerous and timely.” – Samuel Wise, Montreal Guardian
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WHAT IS IT ABOUT?
Nova Island, the place where a group of people ended up there for various reasons. Some are unknown even to them, some arrived just by chance and others have their own motivations. They all have relatively peaceful lives, with the baby gators that suddenly showed up, until they find out that they are actually monitored subjects for an entity called the Nova Government.
The residents now must make their own choices of what to do about it, while the Nova Government keeps acting towards their goals in the shadows...
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14. @arachne12
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Updated at the end of every month (IF there's at least one chart updated by then), I'm not insane.
Bluebell | Dr. Cyrus Felius | Azalea | Angel | Nyazia | Sylvanna | Achilles | Ruri | Ivory | Neon | Dr. Valethar | Wither | Dr. Ultima | Galaeth | Rox | CURRENT | STYX | MACE | Sky | Mika | Gom | Karl | Mrs. Flora | Theseus | Helena | Zelus | Vee | Blop | Rue | Elaine | 00 | Mr. H | Seth | Magma | Lillian | Soup | Theia | Arachne | Jacob | Rice
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