#and that mug shelf I saw on etsy

[thisliminalspacedaydreams]

hi mar! here to ask you a few random questions just because :)

do you have a favorite mug? (i have three, i can’t choose, they’re like children to me) what’s your favorite time of day? what’s a writing project you’ve worked on that you’re most proud of?

also also, i fully intend to devastate myself by reading heartless in the nearish future, so hearing that you’re finishing it soon is amazing! hope it goes smoothly and you’re able to do everything you hope to with the ending; can’t wait to read it all!<33

Hi Kay! Yes please I love random questions especially at 1am this is my witching hour let's gooo.

MUG. Yes I have I do. I, like you, can't choose between my children, but I did make a tiktok where you can SEE THEM ALL (the ones I currently have, though I since then added I think 6 more to the collection I CAN DO A TOUR TOMORROW MAYBE. Mugs, my one true love. Do you also have this thing where each mug is destined for like a specific task? Like the matcha mug, the hot chocolate mug, etc? Also can I see yours? I love mugs.

My fav fav favvvvv project I ever worked on alone was Heartless. The first few chapters FLOWED out of me it was insane and beautiful and I think this is really where you get to slowly see my writing style appear?

I like a good one-shot because it's easy and fun and relaxing, but Heartless was actual work and I'm very very VERY proud of it. It's not a very well known fic of mine, but it's my precious baby.

In a collab work, it's been with @greenvlvetcouch and the God Eater fic because of all the reasons I have stated multiple times. Highly recommend collaborating with a virtual random stranger on a fic (which green kinda was when we started), they might become a close friend (also since God Eater, green gave me a mug I drink green tea from so really they've got me all figured out).

if i had to pic a fic to read from your archive, which one would you recommend first?

[georgeromerosanalcavity]

Need to talk about my Rae Dunn experience as a former TJ Maxx employee for those who don’t know of it.

So if you don’t know what Rae Dunn is, you’ve probably seen it. It’s (usually) egg shell white pottery with a font I recently learned is known as The Skinny. Occasionally they have themed pottery that is a different color or has a themed topper or shape to it but is typically just a very boring set of pottery.

The only thing is, originally before mass production each piece was hand made by Rae Dunn herself before she started mass production (although people still say it is handmade by someone) so the pottery has an allure of uniqueness marketed with it. Because of this and the minimalism craze, people flock to buy these.

The only thing is that Rae Dunn herself has not done personal commissions through her Etsy in some time and has outsourced to mass production, although through certain stores, and while this has not deterred her loyal fans, this means that there are only select places to buy them: Second hand sites and TJX company stores (i.e. Marshall’s, TJMaxx, Home Goods, etc.).

Because of the sudden convenience of your local discount department store selling your favorite bleak vessel for coffee, people didn’t just flock to stores but would stalk them. I remember that, everyday, as we did our morning meet before opening the store, we saw multiple people standing outside watching and waiting, always the same people too, ready to get whatever was newest on the Rae Dunn shelf. It got so bad that, while I’m not sure if this is still practice, for a while the only way to obtain Rae Dunn was in person, because people would take all of the product online immediately. I remember a coworker having to clean the oil off of one of the doors, where a customer pressed her face against the glass and held it there for the entirety of our meeting.

There was also a special colored cart (so we wouldn’t confuse it) that was strictly for Rae Dunn glassware/pottery and we were not allowed to place Rae Dunn glassware/pottery on any other cart. This was because the Rae Dunn cart was always the first thing pushed out onto the floor, hours before opening. We had to do this because while we would push regular products on carts during opening no problem, if we had any visible Rae Dunn, people would pluck entire boxes of Rae Dunn off of it and carry it their merry way. As soon as we opened, what Rae Dunn was on the floor was the Rae Dunn we had on the floor for the day, no restocking period.

There were rules to dealing with Rae Dunn and Rae Dunn customers as well: You were not allowed go say Rae Dunn on the floor in case they heard you. Employees were allowed to buy any product BUT Rae Dunn which was strictly forbidden as several customers would apply entirely to get Rae Dunn. If a Rae Dunner approached you asking about Rae Dunn you could only point them in the right direction and walk away as fast as possible.

You might ask what the allure was besides the very flimsy excuse of “unique” pieces of pottery. The real reason they did this, beyond being hobbyists for these products, was to resell them to other hobbyists for MUCH higher prices.

Btw, as far as memory serves, most mugs and plates were typically $4.99-7.99. (It’s possible that changed but. Again. I cannot look up the TJX online prices lol)

Not to mention, there were certain products that did go together but were never put together in a set. This meant that it would be a hunt to collect the entire matching set, which was the real prize to these obsessive Rae Dunners. It’s so bad that one time while I was going down this rabbit hole, I actually stumbled onto a message board dedicated to tracking shipments of Rae Dunn.

While this could all be centralized to my store when I worked there, I thought it was fucking wild. I saw fights get broken up between Rae Dunners. I saw friendships ruined for Rae Dunn.

[saxxxology]

BITTEN - Ch.1

After getting bitten by a werewolf, Sam finds himself trying to adapt to a brand new lifestyle that brings him closer to the girl he loves, but threatens to tear him apart from his family for good.

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~3000

WARNINGS: non-consensual werewolf bite (not sexual), a/b/o dynamics: heat/rut, knotting, claiming, breeding kink, angst, time hop (season 9 to 12), and more.

NOTE: Edited by @kayteonline and @kittenofdoomage - please heed all warnings and enjoy! This is NOT intended to be a dark fic, but if you read something that bothers you, it is your responsibility to stop reading, keep scrolling past it, or contact me for content clarification.

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Sam was facing a difficult decision. Not that he wasn’t always facing difficult decisions, but this one was probably the hardest he’d ever had to make.

Garth was a werewolf. One of his best friends and a fellow hunter had been turned. He should have wanted to put the scrawny man down right there, and then put bullets in the rest of the pack, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. Because you were in the pack too, and if Sam killed everyone else, he would have no choice but to put you down too.

Sam hadn’t intended to fall in love with you, but he guessed love was just one of those things that he couldn’t help.

He’d always been like that.

From Jess to Sarah to Madison to Ruby (that particular love had been the biggest mistake of his entire life) to Amelia, he never learned that him falling in love always resulted in tragedy and grief. But from the moment he’d seen you in the hallway at Garth’s house, he knew that you were special. You had this kind of magic about you that he couldn’t figure out how to distract himself from, and that night at the motel, while he’d tossed and turned, he’d finally accepted with a pang of self-hatred that he was in love.

Again. With another monster he was supposed to loathe and kill.

He was just leaving Garth’s house as you pulled up in your forest green Datsun, windows down, Antigone Rising blaring from the speakers. You were so damn beautiful, singing along to lyrics he’d never heard before, skin glowing in the afternoon sun. His heart jumped when you drummed your hands on the steering wheel, tossing your head back as you finished the final lyric.

You could smell him as you pulled up to the driveway and parked. He was sweet and musky, and something reminded you of the hazelnut coffee. His heartbeat was fluid and strong, echoing in your ears like a drum. He’d make one hell of an Alpha if he was a werewolf. He didn’t read as a Beta, and there was no way in hell that he was an Omega, like you.

Something about him just screamed Alpha.

When you saw him standing on the porch, you grinned and waved at him as you got out, pulling three full-to-the-brim grocery bags from the front seat.

“Hey,” you exclaimed, shifting the bags in both arms. “Didn’t expect to see you still here, I thought you and your brother would be long gone.”

“Without saying goodbye?” Sam chuckled and watched you trot up the stairs and onto the porch, shoulders sagging with the weight of the grocery bags. “Here, let me—” he opened the screen door for you and followed you back inside and into the kitchen.

“Thanks.” You grunted as you heaved bags onto the counter.

“No problem,” Sam smiled warmly at you as you tucked a few locks of hair behind your ear. He peered into one of the bags as you started unpacking. It was filled with almost all meat products, except for a couple bags of carrots and a large bag of mixed greens.

“Chickens, steaks, bacon, pretty much every kind of meat I could find at the market.” You replied, stacking three plastic-wrapped chickens in the back of the refrigerator. “Gotta keep the pack fed, and when we’re not gorging on animal hearts once a month, we eat normal meat, like humans, just more of it. We cook veggies too, try to get a balance in.”

“Yeah.” Sam felt that just standing there watching you put the groceries away was a bit rude, so he started pulling out Styrofoam cartons of thick, red steaks. “Hey, I want to ask you about something, if that’s okay.”

You accepted the cartons from him and stacked them on the top shelf. “Depends on what that something is, but go on.”

Sam continued handing you food and cleared his throat. “What’s it like, living here?”

“It’s…” you tilted your head, a pack of thick-cut bacon in one hand. “It’s not easy, I mean hunters can come for us at any time, but we’re careful. We suppress our urges, our natural instincts to go after humans. We love each other, like we’re a family, we take anyone who gets bit so they don’t run off and kill an innocent person.”

Sam nodded. “You guys seem like a tight family. How long have you been here?”

“Since I was about five.” You smiled up at him and kept stacking food. “I’m a pureblood, I was born into it. My parents were killed by hunters, I managed to hide in our basement until they left. The Reverend adopted me into the pack, raised me to be a good person. We’re a support system, not a group of killers like a lot of hunters think.”

Sam looked around the kitchen, at the four-burner stove, steel oven, linoleum floor, dining table covered with a white tablecloth. It was the perfect picture of a normal house. The only difference were the individuals who lived in it.

“What are holidays like?” He asked.

You shrugged. “We’re not very celebratory, but every holiday we make a fruit pie of some kind, cook a little special, it’s stupid, but it works for us. Anyway, why do you want to know all this?”

Sam shoved his hands in his pockets as you dumped the contents of the other bag onto the counter. “Just curious.” His cheeks flushed pink, and he bowed his head, biting his lip. “I, uh… I was actually wondering if I could stay a few days, I want to get to know you guys a little better.”

You raised your eyebrows and shoved the last package of sausage into the fridge before standing and closing the door. “And why would a hunter want to chill out with a pack of werewolves? Aren’t you scared I’d eat you in your sleep?”

He shook his head and brushed a lock of hair behind his ear. “No, I trust that you’re…”

“Civilized?” You scoffed and folded your arms. “Don’t worry, Sam, I don’t bite unless you want me to, and even then you’ve gotta be ready for consequences.”

Sam chuckled and ran his fingers over his two-day stubble. “You said ‘I,’ not ‘we.’ Do you not live here?”

You smiled. “I live next door. I like to be close to the pack, but I need my own space, you know what I mean?”

“Ah.” Sam nodded. “You like bein’ alone too, huh?”

“I find it easier,” you replied. “I’ve got a pull-out couch for you to sleep on, I’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor.”

Sam laughed quietly. “So I can stay?”

“As long as you need to, or want to, whichever one it is.” You picked up the remaining bag and walked past him. “C’mon, I’ll show you around.”

***

That night, Sam joined you, Garth, Bess, and the rest of the pack for dinner. Dean, who wasn’t bothering to hide his discomfort, took off and decided to go into town for his own meal.

While Dean’s dismissal stung slightly, both you and Garth were intent on making the evening as comfortable for Sam as possible, so you decided to forgo raw chicken hearts, instead grilling steaks on the barbecue outside. Bess steamed carrots and broccoli to go along with the meat, much to the disappointment of Russ and Joba, who remained silent through the entire meal.

After washing the dishes and saying goodnight to the married couple, you and Sam walked next door to your house. Sam knew the general layout of your house from what you’d showed him earlier, and his backpack sat on the edge of the soft, slightly over-plush couch.

“So,” Sam gestured towards the couch, “Bedtime, or…?”

You shrugged. “If you’re tired you can sleep, I’ll make the bed up for you.”

“It’s fine, Y/N, I can do it.” Sam made to help, but you shook your head.

“Nope, you’re my guest, you let me fix this up.” You pointed to the kitchen. “Go get a beer, make yourself at home.”

Sam obliged. When he returned from the kitchen, ice cold beer in hand, you had already stripped the seat cushions from the couch and were carrying an armload of sheets and a brown comforter into the living room.

“Okay, you gotta let me help with this part.” Sam set his beer on the table and walked over to help you. Together, you stretched the fitted sheet over the mattress and threw the top sheet and comforter over it. You packed two spare pillows into mismatched pillowcases and tossed them at the top of the couch.

“There,” you grinned up at him and stepped out of your boots. “All nice and cozy.”

“Thanks.” Sam nodded his appreciation and stepped out of his own shoes. “Hey, mind if we stay up, talk for a little?”

“Not at all,” you grinned, “I’m not tired.”

You made hot chocolate as Sam changed into a pair of black sweats and a snug-fitting gray shirt, and left him to fill his cup with marshmallows as you ran off to change as well. You changed into a baggy shirt and yoga pants, leaving your silver bullet necklace on the bedside table. When you entered the kitchen, you swore Sam had a hard time yanking his eyes away from your ass.

Once you and Sam were comfortably situated on the makeshift bed, you struck up a conversation. “So, what do you want to talk about?”

Sam shrugged, his lips curving into a second-long frown. “Considering I’m currently staying under your roof, why don’t we get to know each other a little better?”

You sat back, getting comfortable with your mug of cocoa. “Not much to know about me. Kinda just what I told you this afternoon.”

“I mean silly things, like what’s your favorite color?” Sam explained.

“I like green,” you replied, “not that electric stuff, but like my car, all forest-y. What about you?”

Sam grinned. “I like green too, but there’re some shades of blue that I can deal with.”

You blew on the creamy brown surface of your drink. “Should we just go for twenty questions?”

Sam’s heart flared as he watched your lips purse, clouded slightly by steam. “Yeah… yeah, why not?”

“Alrighty then,” you replied, “How old are you?”

Sam’s cheeks flushed. “Thirty-one. You?”

“Twenty.” You giggled nervously. Say hello to age difference.

“Okay…” Sam seemed a little taken aback by the decade-long age gap as well, but shook it off.

The game continued for at least another hour. By the time you were done, it was past eleven and both of you were exhausted from laughing. Finally, Sam cleared his throat and set his empty mug on the coffee table.

“Hey,” he said. “I gotta ask you a serious question, and I need an honest answer.”

You tilted your head. “Yeah, anything.”

He swallowed. “If… if someone—a human—asked you to turn them, would you do it?”

You shifted anxiously. “I don’t understand…”

Sam folded his hands in his lap. “If someone asked you to bite them, turn them into a werewolf, would you?”

You shifted in your seat. “I don’t… I’ve never thought about it. There’s no reversal, if someone wanted to be turned, they’d have to be insane or have a death wish. You’re not as safe as you are as a human, Sam, hunters come looking around all the time, and if they find a pack, they won’t hesitate to wipe out every single one, even babies. It’s not always family dinners and singin’ together on Sunday mornings, it’s hard. Most of us can’t find jobs because we’re scared of hurting people and getting killed as a result.”

Sam nodded. “But if someone wanted to join the pack… if they thought it was their best chance at something, would you turn them?”

You shook your head. “No. Not in a million years.”

Sam bit his lip and looked down at his hands, apparently mollified by your firm response. “How do relationships work? I mean, Garth and Bess look really happy and I never thought werewolves could actually marry.”

You felt your cheeks flush. “It’s… a little different than a human partnership. Like humans, we find our mates and form a strong bond, but that bond forms during…”

“During…?” Sam motioned for you to continue.

“Sex.” You swallowed, cheeks turning warm. “We have a kind of hierarchy, it’s hard to explain.”

Sam stretched his legs out in front of him. “Come on, now I’m curious.”

“Because I said sex?” You asked.

Sam shook his head. “Just the whole relationship thing, I wanna know.”

Carefully, you explained almost everything you knew. From Alpha to Omega and their individual characteristics to the basic treatment of werewolves based on their status within their own society. Sam flinched a little when you explained the whole ‘knotting’ thing, but he absorbed that piece of information regardless.

“Wow…” he stated when your voice trailed off. “So that’s werewolf society.”

You shrugged. “It’s not much, but it’s what happens… I guess we’ve just held onto our fundamental instincts, haven’t tried to suppress them or anything.”

Sam nodded. “So… do you have a partner, an Alpha, or whatever?”

You shook your head and felt yourself blush. “No… I’ve been with a couple Betas, and a human, but nothing’s ever been true. So no mate for me, at least not now.”

Sam’s heart skipped a beat. Single. Good. “Would you ever… you know, ‘mate’ with a human?”

You sighed. “I’ve tried. It’s just not in our nature. Why?”

“Just…” Sam bit his words, hardly believing the words that were about to come out of his mouth. “Okay, this is gonna sound super weird and awkward and you’re totally free to kick me out, but,” he took a breath, “I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and the only reason I’m sticking around is because of you. I… y’know, I want to get to know you better.”

You blushed harder than ever, and Sam’s eyes darted anxiously between your face and the wall behind you. “I mean, I get if you don’t want to, or if you just can’t…” He bit his lower lip and looked down at his lap. “Damn it, I shouldn’t’ve said anything.”

“Sam, it doesn’t bother me,” you replied, “come here.”

Sam practically froze in place as you crawled over to him, leaning forward on your hands and knees. He held his breath as you leaned in and pressed your lips to his cheek. Without waiting, he slowly tilted his head towards yours, tilting it back a little so he could kiss you.

One of those large, perfect hands came up to cup your cheek. His fingers slid into your hair, holding your face to his as he waited for you to deepen the kiss. When you didn’t, he took the lead, parting his lips and pulling you closer. You braced a hand against his chest, slung a leg over one of his thighs. He was so big and warm and firm, you could just lose yourself in every inch of his body.

“Sam—”

He pulled back, his eyes half-closed. “Yeah, I… God, I know…”

You sat back, one leg still draped over his thigh. “It’s okay, I just… I don’t want you to get pulled into this. You’re a hunter, I’m a werewolf, we can’t get involved.”

“Why?” Sam hadn’t intended the word to come out as a plea. He kept his eyes on you even as his heart raced inside his chest.

You pressed your lips together. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

The same words Madison had uttered almost seven years previously as she’d pressed a gun into his palm.

“Y/N, you wouldn’t—”

“Sam, you don’t know what it’s been like trying to restrain these… these urges all my life. I’ve almost hurt people before, I nearly turned a fifteen-year-old girl when I tried going to high school, I could have killed her—” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “—I can hear your heartbeat so loudly, so clearly. I can smell your blood, but I have enough self-control to not bite you right here, right now. If you stay, it’s dangerous for both of us.”

Sam reached out, took one of your hands. “You wouldn’t hurt me, and I sure as hell wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.”

You looked back at him as tears fell down your face. “But your brother would. I can practically smell how much he hates us. If Garth wasn’t here, this entire pack would be dead by now.”

“I wouldn’t let him hurt you.” Sam stated. “You’re important to me. I don’t care what you are, all I care about is that you’re safe.”

“Then…” you swallowed and ran the back of your free hand across your eyes. “Then go. When you want to leave, just leave, and don’t come back. Forget about me.”

Sam cupped your face in both hands, his thumbs running over your cheeks. “Hey, look at me.” He waited until your eyes were locked with his. “I’m not leaving you for some other hunter to kill. I trust you.”

“But I’m a monster, Sam,” you choked, “I’m a monster and I’m always gonna be this way. If I hurt someone, what would you think?”

Sam shook his head and swallowed. “I’d want to help you. Everyone makes mistakes, Y/N. If something happened, I’d help you fix it. I’d help you make it right.” He pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you. “I care about you.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I know you do, but you have to let me face responsibility for my actions if that ever happens. I don’t want you to care this much.”

“Too frickin’ bad, because I do.” Sam chuckled and grazed his stubble over your cheek before claiming your lips in a soft, gentle kiss that made the Omega in you quiver. “Come on, wipe those eyes and get some rest.”

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[nottingham-manor]

Here's another new fun thing on the shelf from the friendlier country in North America. Violet is looking rather content in her new resting spot. This Witchy Poo #artdoll is by my pal @pixiehillstudio and when I saw Violet in her Etsy shop, which you should all go check out after you follow @pixiehillstudio , I knew she had to come live with me. And because I'm an awesome human she let in her house once just look at all the other goodies she sent me. The baby sloth on the custom mug was an especially nice touch btw. I bring booze when I visit if the host is in to that sort of thing so you should all invite me to your houses.