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stunie · 4 months ago

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౨ৎ 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜 — welcome to evie’s 1st kinktober! there’ll be 11 prompts this year. wind breaker centric . . nine drabbles & two longer fics !! plus two bonus sfw drabbles sprinkled in there. everything already has at least a rough draft. and of course, as a gentle reminder. . . you must be 18+ and have an age on your blog to interact with me.

૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა this only contains wind breaker— excluding one undecided prompt. please vote for the fandom you’d like to see for it here! & to sign up for my tag list, either comment on this post or fill out this form. fill out the form if you only want to be tagged in a few works, and comment if you’d like to be tagged in everything. please heed any and all warnings below! thank youu !! <33 reblogs r appreciated!

OCTOBER 1 — PET PLAY

KIRYU MITSUKI X F!READER ﾉ 1328 words ﾉ in which kiryu dresses you up as a cat- so make sure you commit to it and act like one! he’ll reward you nicely. he always does.

OCTOBER 3 — CUCKOLDING

HAYATO SUO X F!READER ﾉ 1031 words ﾉ FICS4GAZA ﾉ sakura doesn’t think he’s ever held his phone in his non-dominant hand until tonight.

OCTOBER 5 — MASK KINK

ENDO YAMATO X F!READER ﾉ 1130 words ﾉ endo thought you were joking about masks being hot, but . . . if you really like them so much, then maybe he’ll put on a show just for you.

OCTOBER 7 — SUCCUBUS?!

SAKURA HARUKA X SUCCUBUS!F!READER ﾉ 1011 words ﾉ there’s no better way to lose your virginity than to a succubus, right? do those even exist? he was skeptical before he met you.

OCTOBER 11 — OVERSTIMULATION

KAJI REN X F!READER ﾉ 1093 words ﾉ does flavored lube taste good? he hopes it does. it’s the reason why he bought a entire pack— so let’s play a guessing game with it and see.

OCTOBER 15 — NETWORK COLLAB

unannounced! tba . . vote for the fandom you want to see me write for here! thank you. kink is also tba but it is not dc.

OCTOBER 17 — APHRODISIACS

DAN HENG X F!READER ﾉ 1040 words ﾉ the two of you wouldn’t even be in this situation if you had just listened to him. he had already warned you to stay close to him— but that seems to be the least of his concerns now.

OCTOBER 19 — “HOUSEKEEPING!”

FIC 1 — HOUSEKEEPING! togame jo x roomie!f!reader ﾉ 7387 words ﾉ you don’t realize how loud you are, do you? or are the walls just paper thin? his patience seems to also be running thin, but he’s always thought that he tries to be a pretty decent guy most of the time. a decent enough guy that doesn’t fantasize about fucking choji’s childhood friend raw, at least.

OCTOBER 23 — EXHIBITIONISM + TOYS

TAKIISHI CHIKA X F!READER! ﾉ 1085 words ﾉ you’re at a dinner date with your friends! looks like you’re one seat short, so there’s no other choice but to sit on his lap, right? though you’re pretty certain he can feel the vibrations like this.

OCTOBER 27 — MILD YANDERE

YANDERE!UMEMIYA HAJIME X F!READER ﾉ 1074 words ﾉ no one would dare hurt umemiya’s girl. they shouldn’t. they wouldn’t dare. but after some time.. he thinks he should give them another reminder. it wouldn’t hurt.

OCTOBER 31 — “CAN’T YOU JUST PRETEND?”

FIC 2 — CAN’T YOU JUST PRETEND? hayato suo x camgirl!f!reader ﾉ 4098 words ﾉ you always do what the highest tipper says, but looks like that’s backfired tonight! “bring someone to fuck you raw on your next stream” oh. but you don’t have a boyfriend, do you? so the second best option would be to swallow your pride and go ask one of your friends to act.

BONUS — UNSCHEDULED SFW DRABBLES!

ENDO YAMATO X F!READER ﾉ movies and cuddling! it’s your first halloween together… and oh. you even remember his favorites snacks? his heart flutters at the thought.

GHOST! HAYATO SUO X F!READER ﾉ you seem to be the only one who doesn’t mind the ghost following you. your friends want to get rid of him, but you look happy in his presence… so they’re left to just hold their breaths & deal with it.

#kinktober!#click this tag <- to see what other blogs are doing for october!!! lots of stuff there #wind breaker smut #wind breaker x reader #evie’s kinktober

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dreamingofep · 3 months ago

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Sinned Awakening: Reimagined pt. 1🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Elvis is fighting his need for blood, making him weaker by the day. Then you walk into his life, making you the perfect target for his next meal. But an unknown force is making this more difficult than he expected... [Elvis' Perspective]

TW: Cussing, heavy mentions of blood

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Hello everyone! Happy October 1st! As much as I dislike fall, I LOVE spooky season. 🤭We're kicking off the month with Vampire Elvis in a new reimagined story. I'm very excited to be writing this and has been on my mind for quite some time! I love how the story turned out but this was another path I played with for a while. It's a different view and there will be interesting twists coming soon! Please enjoy!

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3! Hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

February, 1973 🩸

His eyes burned with pain and his throat felt on fire from thirst. He hadn’t fed in a few days of being back in Las Vegas and he was really feeling the ramifications of it. He knew he needed to take better care of himself. It was doing him no good starving himself for long periods of time. It just made him thirstier and more of a risk to be around any humans.

His lack of control posed many threats to the people around him and his career. Singing in front of thousands of people every night, all of them smelling more tempting than the last, made him easily distracted. He loved performing, that’s what he was made to do, but if all he can think of was blood, he couldn’t perform the way he should.

This place was a never ending distraction for Elvis and he secretly liked it. He liked he could feed as much as he wanted and not get obscure attention for it. People loved him, he was thankful for that, but here people came for miles to see him and wanted to get as close as possible to him. He hadn’t been performing in the 60s and his fans missed him. He welcomed it and it just gave him an easier way to feed.

Everyone wanted to be invited to an Elvis party. That was the best thing anyone could hope for. For Elvis, it was his favorite time to feed. He’d sit in his normal chair that would be in the corner of the suite and like clockwork, people would come by one by one hoping to meet Elvis. The suite would normally be so packed that no one would see him take a bite from anyone. His men would normally block off most of the crowd so no one would see what he was doing in the corner. They controlled the people who wanted to see him and not let any wandering eyes see him feed.

Compelling them was the easiest way to get someone close to him but the girls, oh the girls wanted to be as close to him as possible without needing to be compelled. It was less work for him which he liked. They wanted his attention desperately and he could sense how they were wanting him sexually. He was too hungry to focus on something like that usually. Every once in a while he would please them but not before feeding from them first.

He got word that a new housekeeper would start tomorrow and he grew anxious. He had the same housekeeper the last four years and she was never an issue. She kept to herself, didn’t ask too many questions, and sometimes, he’d feed off of her. Right at three, she’d normally come up, clean for a bit before he compelled her to come to him and let him feed. It was the perfect routine. She was never scared of him forgot all about it by the end of her shift.

Now he’d have to start all over again with you. He’d have to earn your trust a bit so he can get close to you with out scaring you off. But he was quite apprehensive about that. His control was limited and having to meet a new person that would be around for hours on end was going to be tough.

It was a minute before three and Elvis paced his bedroom nervously. He couldn’t do this. He was so starved and wasn’t sure if he could stop himself from feeding on a human. He tried to drink some blood from a blood bag but it was no use. It tasted like water compared to something fresh. He tried to calm himself down, he couldn’t freak you out the second you walked into the room.

The sound of your nervous heartbeat made his eyes flash open. Just the sound of your heart has him drooling. You were apprehensive too and he liked that you were feeling the same way. It meant he could savor the sound of your heart as you stood before him and he wouldn’t have to do any extra work. He puts on his jacket and takes a look at himself in the mirror. He ran his hand through his hair and straightened out his tucked in shirt. His eyes were always the most telling thing when he was hungry. They haven’t been that illustrious blue he was born with. Lately they’re dark pools of a tumultuous sea. They were almost leaning black in dark lighting which made it more obvious he was not human. He picks up his gold sunglasses off the side table and puts them on. He had been making this a habit the last few years and thankfully no one questioned his fashion choice.

He hears the front door open and the sound of your heart beating loudly and uncontrollably. It enticed him and he needs to take a few deep breaths before walking out there to see you. He finally finds the strength to calmly leave the bedroom and greet you. The door opens and your scent hits him like a train, he has to hold his breath so his fangs won’t descend. Oh God this wasn’t good. He didn’t expect to be so taken back by your scent. He snaps himself out of his thirst driven thoughts and straightens his posture before speaking. You had your back turn to him, taking in the whole suite and what a disaster it is after last night’s party.

“About time you showed up,” he says gruffly.

You turn around quickly and he feels his heart shudder in his chest. You were beautiful. You were probably the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. You weren’t plain like most humans, no, you were exceptionally beautiful. You had that immortal perfection that only came with being turned. He listens to your heart beat again, checking if you are indeed human. It dances away as you look at him and witness him for the first time.

“I’m very sorry to keep you waiting Mr. Presley. My name is y/n, I’m your new housekeeper.” You say timidly, placing out your hand in front of you to shake his.

He can’t touch you, he doesn’t trust himself to feel your warm skin on his before pulling you in and sinking his teeth into you. He just stares at your hand reached out and doesn’t move an inch. You get nervous and quickly put it down.

“Umm, where would you like me to start cleaning?” You ask, your voice upbeat and trying to hide the fact of feeling like this is rejection in some form.

“Where do you think,” he snaps coldly. He winces at himself for being so abrasive toward you but it was the only way for him to keep a hold on his raging thirst. It was extremely difficult to be this close to you. He had never had such an issue with a human before. Sure, the smell of their blood made him hungry but this was much worse. You smelled sweet like honey and he was dying to know what you tasted like, slowly running through his veins when he fed.

“Okay, no problem. Do you mind if I open the drapes so I can see what I’m cleaning?” You ask with a smile.

“I don’t care, just get it done,” he says coldly. He walks away from you and he tries to slow his breathing. Each breath in was excruciating for him. The entirety of your presence was making him feel intoxicated and ravenous. He sits down in his usual chair and watches you open the heavy curtains. The sunshine fills the room and makes him wince a bit. He was used to the way the sun felt on his skin but it still wasn’t the most comfortable feeling in the world. It shone on his entire body and singed his chest and face. At least it made him a bit distracted for now and didn’t have him obsessing about your scent.

He watches you look at him with a desperation. You couldn’t help but love the sight before you. He grimly smirks to himself, he knew his looks drew people in and there was nothing he wanted more than to pull you in closer. He wanted you here on his lap with his teeth sunk into your warm neck. He bites his lip, trying to not think about that scenario too long or his fangs would show.

But it was no use, you were so tempting to him. He must be so starved that he can’t even think straight. He’s hardly breathing as each breath he takes makes it more excruciating than the last. His mouth watered at just the sight of you. Elvis followed you to every room you cleaned partly because he didn’t want to be away from your thunderous heart but also he was trying to map out where he should bite you.

There were too many options for him to choose from. He can just turn you around and bite you as you were sure to scream. No, that wouldn’t be as enjoyable. He knew he had to compel you to get closer to him. He needed to gain that trust and quickly. You were nervous as you noticed him following your every step. He would stay abnormally close behind you which only made you feel more on edge.

Going back out to the living room, he can feel his mouth water and his heart hammer away at the thought of feasting on you. He needed to hurry up and decide how and where he was going to bite you. Something about holding you in his arms seemed pleasing and the ideal way to feed on you. He wanted to feel your heart beat close to his. Maybe he can take you into the bedroom, tease you for a bit to get your heart racing even more. No he didn’t have the patience for that tonight. He needed you now. No charades or stalling. He needed to compel you now, get you on his lap and feed until his heart was content.

You were still too antsy and wouldn’t stay still. He has to this quickly and efficiently.

“There’s a bottle underneath the piano,” he grumbles.

You quickly make it to the piano and set the bench aside, kneeling down on your knees to crawl underneath.

Now, its time to feed off of her or you might just die, he thinks to himself.

He watches you scan for the bottle but there isn’t one. He sits on the piano bench and waits for you to crawl back out. His chest heaves in anticipation and feels his mind haze over in a feeding frenzy. He feels his eyes start to shift and the black veins start to crack across his face. He winces as he tries to hold back this monster inside of him who craves blood so much but its no use. He opens his eyes and can feel the burning red heat of them. His canine teeth sharpen into long fangs, both top and bottom and he starts to tremble.

You stand back up and he grabs your hand. You gasp when you see his face.

“Sit down honey, don’t panic,” he compels you. Your eyes blow open, scared out of your mind.

“Oh my God!…W-what the hell,” you quiver, your heart galloping uncontrollably.

Elvis is a bit baffled you didn’t listen to his command. Maybe he was so starved he couldn’t compel anyone that easily. It couldn’t be though, he had found himself in a lot of situations where he was starved but always was able to compel and feed off of someone with ease. He won’t give up this easily, he needed to feed.

“I said sit down honey, I need you close,” he says smoothly, trying to compel you again. You shake and nod your head at him, carefully taking a seat next to him.

“Don’t hurt me please,” you beg.

How is she fighting me? How is this possible?

His patience was running dry. The drunken haze of your blood being so close to him has him not thinking clearly any more. He needed to bite you.

“You won’t remember this I promise,” he says gruffly.

He pulls you close, wrapping his hand gently around your neck and bares it to him. You cry out for help, scared out of your mind. He growls contently as he lets his hunger take over. He sinks his teeth into your neck and his eyes roll back when he tastes you. God he had never tasted something to delectable and savory. Each drink he took was better than the last. He gulps your blood greedily and pulls you onto his lap. He needed you closer. He wanted to feel your heart beat against his. You whimper because of this and pull at the lapel of his jacket. You liked being this close to him even though his bite was excruciating and he keeps drinking. You gasp for breath as pain rocketed through your entire body.

Elvis didn’t want to stop feeding, you were too delicious and he had never felt so fulfilled. He makes soft, pleased groans as his hands slither down your back and tries to comfort you through the pain. He liked how you felt in his arms, it was a new experience for Elvis. He could sense how much you liked his touch through this all even though his bite made you uncomfortable. His mind starts to wander and think if he should make love to you. He didn’t like causing you pain and wanted you to feel something good after all of this.

He squeezes his eyes shut, dismissing such an idea. He needed to focus on getting his strength up. It was working though, he felt his strength rise and felt so much more alive. He needed to stop feeding soon or else his venom would enter your body, changing you into a vampire. Your body began to feel weak in his arms, whimpering for him to stop biting you. You gasp for breath as he takes the last few mouthfuls of your blood. Everything inside of him told him to keep biting you but he fought those instincts as hard as he could.

He carefully takes his fangs out of you and gasps for breath. He felt like he was in a euphoric haze, so completely drunk on you. You lift your head back to look at his terrifying eyes. You were frightened beyond belief and shoved at his chest to get away from him. You fall back and hit the ground, scooting away from him as quickly as you can.

“What are you?! Oh my god what did you do to me?!” You scream at him, bringing your hand to the open wound on your neck. Tears started to fall down your cheeks as you panic over what he did to you. Your blood still flowed out of your neck and made Elvis still feel ravenous by the sight.

Elvis stares astonished at you. How were you still not compelled? It couldn’t be possible! He grew frustrated and needed to get you out of here and forget all about this afternoon. He gets up and wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist. He felt as strong as he has ever been. It was a huge change and he liked how he felt.

“I didn’t bite you, you’re not going to remember the pain or any of this, go home now,” he compels. He felt incredibly strong and was sure you’d obey this time.

You stare at him stunned and don’t move.

“What! No! What did you do to me?” You scream.

Panic begins to set in and he goes to you and picks you up off the floor. He looks into your eyes, anger starting to take over him. Why weren’t you listening? He could make anyone obey him without even trying normally.

“What is wrong with you? Why won’t you listen? Why won’t you forget,” he growls. You shriek in fear looking into his soulless red eyes and his sharp fangs close to your face again.

“What’s wrong with me?! What the hell is wrong with you?! You’re a-, you’re a vampire!” You scream at the top of your lungs and twist out of his grasp.

You quickly run to the door, needing to get out of here as quickly as possible and get help.

“Help! Help me!’ You scream.

In a blink of an eye, Elvis runs to the front door blocking your way. You scream again completely shocked, not expecting him to be so quick. His brain scrambles what to do about you. It’s the biggest rule of being a vampire; don’t let your existence be known to humans. It should be pretty simple. He never fed out in public and always did it secluded to ensure his privacy. But for whatever reason, you could not be compelled. He was at his peak strength at nothing was working on you.

“Let me go!” You yell at him.

He shakes his head at you, “I-I can’t. I can’t let you leave,” he says nervously.

“What are you going to do to me?” You ask anxiously.

“That’s something I need to figure out,” he says darkly.

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anywhere-with-you-event · 3 months ago

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Hey, everyone! Happy Monday! I'm just here with a few housekeeping things:

Firstly - we are still accepting signups for Betas/Pinch-Hitters until the end of the month. We've already gotten a bunch, so a huge thank you to all of those lovely people who reached out!

Secondly, and related to that - if you need a beta for your fic, you can reach out to us by email at any time to request one. You'll just need to include your ao3 username, a loose summary of the fic, a word count, request for type of beta (spelling/grammar, story flow, characterization, etc), and a time frame.

Finally - we're nearing the halfway point in the event, so I just wanted to remind everyone of the upcoming dates to remember. We are sending out a check-in on October 4th; all participants MUST respond to that check in, though you do not have to submit your draft. After that, we'll leave you be until the posting period that begins October 18th and runs through November 1st; more information about that will be sent out by email after the check-in.

Don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions!

#anywhere with you event #rwrb #red white and royal blue #fandom event #firstprince #mod emma

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birdmenfanmanga · 2 months ago

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🪶October/November Housekeeping

Hello to my lovely flock!

First of all, I'd love to thank everyone for supporting me thus far. We're almost exactly 10 months out from the first post on this blog. It's my first time serializing a comic, and I've definitely learned a lot, and struggled a lot, too. No doubt I've been deeply unprofessional through much of it due to my inexperience. I'd really like to keep my supporters more in the loop about what I'm working on, so I've decided to write monthly housekeeping posts to update everyone about the roadmap of what I'm planning to do. This time I'm combining the October and November notes, since we're already so close to the end of October.

Updates on CHORUS serialization

At the time of writing, I've just posted the last page of ACT 2 for Ko-Fi supporters. There will be a weeklong break before ACT 3 starts serializing on November 5th, 2024. For our regular readers, ACT 2's final page will be posted on November 1st, and ACT 3 will begin on November 12th after a similar weeklong break.

Additionally, I've been quite sloppy about keeping links between posts updated, and I've concluded that it's because I can't link posts which are still in queue. Starting with ACT 3, I will continue to update the comic on Tuesdays and Fridays, but the timing will be "whenever I get a chance to update it during that day in my time zone", instead of queuing it for a specific time. This way, I can immediately update all links to the post. I will also be self-reblogging new pages more frequently.

Ko-Fi Membership Updates

I've been sporadically updating the Tenor tier with character design and other miscellaneous scans, but I've only worked through about half of my backlog. It takes a bit of time to edit and annotate the images, and I hope to get the rest of this batch uploaded before the end of November. Additionally, there's a rejected ACT 3 title page that I also plan on finishing and posting to the Tenor tier. However, considering my workload elsewhere (trying to finish the Christmas Kaishin bundle, zines, etc.), I find it unlikely to complete this before November. December is certainly a more conservative estimate.

Closing Notes

There are a great many other things that are floating around in my brain (switching from digital to traditional illustration in ACT 4, possible hiatus after ACT 4, new Soprano tier with merch rewards after hiatus), but these are all so far away it and up in the air that I feel it's more appropriate to announce those later down along the line, so I'll be calling this post here.

Once again, thank you all so much for the support, and I hope you'll stay with me on this journey.

Love, Soh Arsquare Oct. 25, 2024

[Read CHORUS on Tumblr | Support this comic on Ko-fi]

#housekeeping #not chorus

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theofficersacademy · 2 months ago

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It's November! Already! Time sure flies. As we head into the holidays, remember to be sure to carve out some personal time for your own peace of mind.

Housekeeping

Current Month in TOA: Garland Moon

The Black Eagles mission board - Distress - begins this month and runs through the end of December. Check out the new tasks [here], but don’t forget that your muse must pair up with a Black Eagles student or affiliated faculty for the mission tasks!

Stay tuned for an OOC event announcement landing on the 8th!

For the time being, based on results from October's feedback, we'll be keeping the Speed skill as is. Thank you for your thoughts!

Concerning Feedback

Please don’t forget to leave feedback on our [feedback poll] for this month! But first, please read below.

We are grateful that we have such a vocal community, and we believe that this is what has made TOA into what it is today. However, over the past year or so, the mod team has seen a dramatic increase in hostile and accusatory feedback. Most of this feedback is based on hearsay, misinformation, and bad faith assumptions that we have no manner of addressing because the individuals who leave this feedback would rather remain anonymous. This, in turn, feeds a cycle of resentment and further hostility.

It has been the mod team's policy over the last five years to resolve issues as discreetly as possible, so most of what we do stays private. Lately, this has created a breeding ground for bad faith assumptions about what we are and are not doing. While we prefer to handle issues in the background, we are not secretive. We will very rarely turn away a person who comes to us privately seeking information or an explanation.

All of us on the mod team are at our wits' end. We are not going to publicize every disciplinary action we take, but without a way to contact these individuals to correct misinformation, our hands are tied. If you don't believe that we're doing something about an issue, then please come to us directly so that we can explain to you what we've done to fix it. If you leave anonymous feedback without a point of contact, then we have no way of telling you what steps we'll take to resolve your issue, nor can we gather additional information from you to allow us to act. Who is it helping if you instead choose to complain to your friends about how the mods aren't doing anything? We can't read your mind.

The mod team values open communication, and conversations must be two-way in order for us to properly do our jobs. Anonymous feedback about serious issues regarding other members has rarely been helpful to us. If we continue to receive these hostile submissions made in bad faith, we will have no choice but to remove anonymity from our monthly feedback forms. Please help us help you.

Thank you.

(With that said, we are requesting that whoever left the lengthy feedback at 6:46PM EST on 10/31 to please contact a mod so that we can clear things up for you)

Other

BIRTHDAYS

November Mun Birthdays: Kai (4th), Viapi (4th), Bren (6th), Vergil (14th), Byun (14th), Vi (16th)

November Muse Birthdays: Innes (1st), Kurthnaga (4th), Linhardt (7th), Arval (12th), Ivy (17th), Legault (17th), Alice (21st), Raven (22nd), Marianne (23rd), Geoffrey (27th), Camilla (30th)

MUN ANNIVERSARIES

1st year: Silver (10th), Wild (17th), Neuro (27th)

2nd year: none

3rd year: none

4th year: Rai (19th)

5th year: Tsu (7th), Erica (10th)

MUSE ANNIVERSARIES

1st year: Minerva (7th), Forde (10th), Yarne (10th), Dheginsea (17th)

2nd year: none

3rd year: Leif (13th)

4th year: none

5th year: none

Muses who have been in the group for a solid year will also be granted an Academy Brooch to put in their inventory. It doesn’t do anything. It just lets others know your character has been around the block. These characters are also granted a new opportunity to change houses if they wish to do so.

- The House Leaders

#toa newsletter #november newsletter

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justherefornothing1 · 1 year ago

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@chillingxy Here's your secret spooky gift! Sorry it wasn't available earlier, the research for this was...a lot. Definitely a challange, and opened up my eyes a lot. So I hope you enjoy, and have a Happy Halloween, y ¡Feliz Dia De Los Muertos!

also @mcyt-halloween

On the 1st of October, Xisuma woke up, put on his helmet, and immediately sent a message in chat.

[xisumavoid]: Everyone ready for the meeting?

[FalseSymmetry]: yup

[Keralis]: Born Ready!

{TangoTek joined the game}

[xisumavoid]: Meet at spawn

He snapped on his elytra, marveling at how the gauzy purple fabric solidified into a harder substance before taking off into the afternoon sky. He planned the meeting to start the meeting as the sun set, so the spooky decorations (appropriate for the season) would really shine through. He chuckled to himself. Get it, shine? ‘Cause the lights…would…shine?

Nevermind.

He ignored the extremely bad pun, instead choosing to focus on not crashing into Grian, who had somehow gotten to the meeting spot before him. Grian turned towards Xisuma as he landed, stumbled and finally managed to plant both feet on the ground a mere block away from Grian.

“Hello Xisuma! How are you doing on this lovely day?” Grian leaned in closer, rocking on the balls of his feet. Xisuma brushed himself off before facing the avian.

“I’m doing good. How about you?”

“Oh, I’m doing ghoul-d” Grian giggled after he said the last part. Xisuma sighed.

“I really hope you’re not doing this until Halloween.”

“Oh, of course not! Once we get past Halloween I’ll start on my winter jokes.”

“Winter jokes? Grian…” Grian simply laughed before walking towards the prepared seats and plopping down on the nearest one.

“Don’t worry, you’ll love them!” He turned his attention to an approaching flier. “Hey Mumbo! Do you want to hear a joke?” As soon as Mumbo landed, Grian bombarded him with his next joke. Xisuma left the two laughing as he started to take inventory of his surroundings.

They were in a forest close by to spawn. The trees not felled by the Hermits held themselves high, against both player and sky. Their boughs were decorated with soul lanterns and jack o’ lanterns, combining with the setting sun to cast an eerie light over the rows of chairs laid out in a clearing. He was quite proud of his setup. In fact, he was so busy admiring it that he didn’t notice Scar until he was blocking his view of the trees.

“Helloo, Xisuma, are you still with us?” Scar snapped his fingers a few times as Xisuma blinked.

“Yes, I’m still here Scar, not AFK.” Xisuma scanned the clearing, suddenly noticing that seats were filled with antsy hermits. “Is everyone here?”

“Yes sir!” Scar mock saluted. “We’re all ready.”

“Excellent, let’s get this show on the road!” He rubbed his hands together before walking onto the stage in front of the chairs. He tapped the microphone twice, causing all the hermits to cease conversation. “Hello everyone, welcome to the monthly meeting! As you know, it’s October, so we’ll be covering possible Halloween events as well as housekeeping. But first, does anyone have announcements to make?” Immediately Tango raised his hand, waving it frantically before bounding onto the stage. His fiery hair whipped and flashes as he excitedly launched into a spiel about the next phase of Decked Out 2. Everyone pays rapt attention to his rant, because of course no one wants to miss out on Decked Out info. Then, after he finishes, another hermit takes the stage. Surprisingly, it’s Joe Hills. Xisuma briefly wonders if it’s about Deep Field, Joe’s massive pinball machine/main base. Considering the outer space theme, it seems unlikely to be updated for Halloween, but not impossible…

Joe placed both hands on the microphones before speaking. “Howdy y’all!” The crowd echoes with brief “Howdy”s and “Hello Joe”s before lapsing back into silence. Joe gives a small smile, then continues. “As y’all know, it’s been about a year since our dear friend TFC passed away.” Now the area is truly silent. Even the wind seems to have dropped dead in its path. “And…I think it’s safe to say that we all miss him. So recently, I wanted to find a way to honor both his memory and his legacy.”

He began to walk across the stage, but at a slow, meandering pace. “I found a tradition, mostly observed in Mexico. It’s called “el Dia de Los Muertos”, or the Day of the Dead in English. It’s a collection of days in early November where the dead are honored, but overall it’s meant to be a celebration, not a wake. Now obviously, it would be hard to replicate the tradition exactly in Minecraft, but I have a plan to stitch together something like it. So if you can help out, please let me know after the meeting, and for everyone else, keep your ears open for an exact date!”

Joe nods once, smiles again, then exits down the steps towards Xisuma. His eyes are focused on the floor, and his arms have migrated to a crossed position. As Joe walks past him, Xisuma grabs his shoulder as gently as he can. “Joe, are you good?”

Joe turned to face him, and X noticed that his eyes were a bit watery. Joe sighed before whispering, “I just…hope it’s enough. I miss him, you know?” He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “I hope we can pull it off.”

Xisuma patted Joe on the shoulder. “I know we can pull it off. And I’m more than willing to help with your plan. Just tell me what’s needed, alright?”

Joe gave X a side hug. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” He turned to look X in the eye. “Now, what are the chances we can get marigolds on the server?”

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The chances, as Xisuma found out, were none.

See, marigolds were only available via mods, and the Aztec marigolds Joe had in mind had no mods to their name. So, as a substitute, Stress had provided orange tulips, and was scattering the petals around TFC’s old base. Keralis was sweeping away the dust and cobwebs that had accumulated since the hermits had been there. All the hermits were chipping in to clear and decorate the surrounding area.

Except for Grian, who had made the excuse to wait for Scar’s “surprise delivery”. Xisuma doubted the truth of that claim, but whenever he brought it up to Joe, the man smiled conspiratorially and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a surprise, X. You’ll have to see for yourself.”

Suddenly, Grian chirped and screamed, “Scar, be careful!!!” Xisuma looked up to see Scar barreling towards the group at…concerning speeds, to say the least. Scar yelled back, “I’m always careful!!” before proceeding to crash head first into a wall.

{GoodTimesWithScar experienced kinetic energy}

[GeminiTay]: LOL

[Grian]: WHAT PART OF BE CAREFUL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND

{GoodTimesWithScar]: sorry guys!!! is the surprise ok?

Grian walked over to the place where Scar had splatted and gingerly picked up a plain white box. He peeked inside, and let out a sigh of relief. “Good, they’re still intact.”

X wandered over. “What’s intact?”

Joe, who had come over during the ruckus, reached into the box and pulled out a small skull-shaped object. “In Day of the Dead traditions, these are called calaveras,” he explained. “They’re treats for the dead, but we can also enjoy them. Look at the details I asked Scar to do!” X leaned closer, and saw that this particular skull was dyed bright blue on one side, but stayed white on the other. “Is that Jevin, by any chance?” Joe nodded enthusiastically. “I thought it would be cool if they looked like the hermits, even though it’s not traditional.” “It’s a really cool idea Joe! Really cool,” Xisuma said.

They turned their attention to the rest of the base, which looked ready for a celebration. “X, do you have the photo?” Joe questioned. “Yup, got it right here.” X pulled a picture frame out of his backpack, walked over to the front wall of TFC’s base, and hung it on a conveniently placed hook. It was a picture of TFC, in all his black-and-white glory. Xisuma stepped back and admire both the photo and its surroundings. The golden petals, the soft glow of candles, and the last remains of a setting sun gave the whole base a warm light, the same that radiates from a small campfire. He breathes in, then out. Then he turns to the small crowd that has quietly gathered behind him. “Let’s have a good time, shall we?” Cheers erupted from the group. It will be a night of celebration.

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The party is incredible. Food is passed around, glasses are filled with bubbly potions, and everyone all around has a good time. Toasts are made to TFC, friends recall fond memories, and the light surrounding his ofrenda only grows brighter through the night. It’s a night of remembrance and reverence and love.

Eventually, the celebration winds down to a close, as most of the hermits decide to head home when Bdubs begins to loudly snore on Etho’s shoulder (don’t worry, the laughter woke him up). They choose to keep the candles lit overnight and snuff them out in the morning. The crowd slowly exits the base, pulling out elytras and rockets as they go. Eventually, the crowd is down to just Xisuma and Joe. The two decide to walk around TFC’s home one last time before leaving for the night, and that’s when they hear it.

Somewhere off in the distance, the duo hears a soft clink, clink, clink. Joe looks over at Xisuma with a quizzical look. Xisuma shrugs his shoulders. He didn’t have a clue as to where the sound came from.

There it was again, clink, clink, clink. This time Joe pointed over to a small hole leading downwards. It was TFC’s stripmine, located a few blocks away from his base. Xisuma motioned for Joe to follow him as he walked towards the entrance.

Down they went, past stone and more stone and a few leftover coal ores. They reached an area where the clinking got loud. “Is someone strip-mining down here?” Joe asked. Xisuma scanned the area, but saw nobody, and no torches. “Well, I don’t think anyone’s down here. Should we head back up?” Joe nods once before making a beeline for the exit. They make it all the way to the top before Joe holds a hand out a block him. “Look over there.” He points over to where the hermits had gathered earlier.

The petals, previously scattered, were now arranged in a pattern. “Thank you,” both hermits mouthed the word silently before turning to each other.

“Do you believe in spirits?” Xisuma asked Joe. Joe thought about that for a moment then said, “Well, depends. What are the chances that Grian, Scar, or somebody else with a mischief streak snuck back to do this?” “Possible, but not likely,” X replied. “Then,” Joe concluded, “for tonight, yes. I believe in spirits.”

The two stood in silence for a bit, before Joe suddenly said, “Well, I’m exhausted. I’ll see you at the meeting tomorrow?” The hermits had agreed to push back the next monthly meeting until after the Day of the Dead. “Yeah, see you tomorrow Joe.” Xisuma waved to Joe before heading off towards home.

Xisuma walked away, satisfied yet tired. Tomorrow was another meeting, another month, another day forward into the future. Yes, he missed TFC, but he knew that he and the other hermits would carry the man’s spirit with him until he too, faded away.

Somewhere in the background, a wind picked up, swirled the orange petals, and carried them off into a twinkling sky.

#mcyt-halloween #mcyt halloween #gift exchange #i'll figure out what to tag my writing later #why is this 1925 words long that's twice the minimum #anyways i'm tired and have a headache gonna go sleep now #EDIT: more tags!#Joe Hills #hermitcraft #xisuma #hermitblr #justhereforwriting

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choicesprompts · 2 years ago

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CHOICES PROMPTS

A blog for creative writing exercises. These activities are designed for the Pixleberry Studios Choices: Stories You Play fandoms.

Welcome to Choices Prompts! If you've landed here, you're looking for something to spark your creativity or perhaps you're looking for something to read. Either way, we're glad you're here!

There is no standard format here, not anymore. It started as a story starter prompt blog, went on hiatus then came back and hosted a collaborative fic event and then a round-robin. I've decided to embrace my ADHD and let this blog just host whatever, whenever the ideas strike me or my co-host.

NOTE: People writing for other fandoms are more than welcome to use any and all of the prompts, but will not be re-blogged or added to the master list at the end of events.

Current and Upcoming Events:

I'm afraid there's nothing at the moment. Please see past events below.

Creative Writing/Prompt Events:

Angstgiving 2024 November 2024

Flufftober 2024 October 2024

Smutember 2024 September 2024

Song Rewrite Challenge January 2024

Rewrite Challenge Holiday Edition Nov/Dec 2023

Flufftober Prompt Event October 2023

Smutember Prompt Event September 2023

Rewrite Challenge July 2023

Collaborative Projects:

Isle of Misfits: Round Robin 2. Feb, March, and April 2024

One Night in Cordonia: Round Robin 1. May and June 2023

Mardi Gras Mayhem: A work of collective fiction. March 2023

Story Starters (Prompts):

Prompt 5 finished stories January 15th-31st 2023

Prompt 4 finished stories January 1st-15th 2023

Prompt 3 finished stories September 15th-30th 2022

Prompt 2 finished stories September 1st-15th 2022

Prompt 1 finished stories August 15th-August 31st 2022

Housekeeping Things:

Interest List

Archive of Events

Archive of Prompt Lists

Initial pinned post (for posterity's sake or something)

Please direct any questions, suggestions or comments to this blog or @angelasscribbles or @dcbbw

Other fandom blogs that you should check out: @choicesficwriterscreations @choicesmonthlychallenge @choicespride @choicesholidays @choicesfandomappreciation

Appreciation blogs: @drake-walker-appreciation @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation @kingliamappreciationweek @hanaleeappreciationweek @kiaratheronappreciationweek @sloanewashingtonappreciationweek

#choicesprompts #creative writing #writing prompts #fanfic prompts #collaborative writing

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jhtechgeek2011 · 1 year ago

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Ignored boundaries, noisy, rude people, and stupid work crap

I am so tired of having people ignore my boundaries, like my one friend who cannot shut up about her stupid fwb no matter how many times I tell her she's wrong and can't talk about that right now. Last night it was an entire 8-hour work shift of the same thing about her fwb no matter how many times I said no. She just cannot see how she is impacting me, all she sees is her feelings and how they are moving her and how she needs to share about it. She thinks friendship just means I have to listen and she gets to talk all the time even if I can't hear. She literally doesn't grasp the concept that I get to have a boundary and she doesn't get to cross it because she really super needs to talk about her fwb and his socials and whatever.

Another person who crosses my boundaries a lot is another one of my friends and her thing is that when she is really upset she feels like I should answer immediately even if I cannot due to work or I am walking with my crutch or whatever. Don't blow my phone up 5 times in a row! If I didn't answer after 2 times in a row it means I can't answer at all. I hate it, and it's a boundary I have set and I am fed up with it being crossed. I get very tired of people thinking I don't get to have boundaries and limits because they need whatever it is they need at the time.

Next, I want to talk about some rude people that I am fed up with dealing with. I had a customer at work who kept coming to the desk because everything was not right for them. They were mad because they didn't have internet (all our systems were down) they were mad because they didn't have tv (systems down), they didn't get housekeeping that day (their do not disturb sign was on the door), and all the prices were way too high. They were mad because they had to pay cash at the bar (no credit card machines due to the system issues)and all these other things we had no control over.

I also have dealt with these rude neighbors who like to be right under my windows and be as loud as possible when it's a time we'd be trying to sleep, like late at night and early in the morning. This has been an ongoing issue and I am so fed up with it. I went off on them today yelling for them to shut up and get away from my windows nobody wants to hear their bigass mouths in their house while they're trying to sleep. I literally lost my crap on them so hard this morning because of how much they are doing that rude crap.

Work is stupid right now because I have been told I am supposed to change off of 2nd shift since August and it's October and I am STILL on 2nd shift for the entire week from 10/1/23 to 10/8/2023 or something like that. As well as all week last week up to 9/30/23. I am fed up to death with working on 2nd shift and I want to be done. They need to hire people and they are taking forever with it and they stupidly hired more 1st shift people instead of 2nd shift. And they literally hired someone who can't do the actual 1st shift of our hotel which is 7am to 3pm and not 8am to 4pm.

The hotel keeps having so many people quit or that they end up needing to fire, it's ridiculous. can't you hire people who actually want to work and will stay instead of these temp workers who quit at the drop of a dime? They need to get it together so we can have a stable staff and enough people that we can be able to get things done without our staff being overworked and shorthanded. I am so just tired fo dealing with short staff, enough is enough!

#fed up with this shit #irritated #bad service #do your job

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lainahastoomuchsparetime · 8 months ago

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Book Rant: Imaginary Friend

Yeah, you read that right. I can’t even rightly call this a review because it’s not! I’m just gonna rant for a few hundred words! There’s probably gonna be spoilers. Oh, here’s your housekeeping stuff: Imaginary Friend by Stephen Chbosky Published: October 1st, 2019 by Grand Central PublishingGenre: Adult HorrorBinding: PaperbackPage Count: 705. SEVEN HUNDRED AND FIVE.Part of a series? The…

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project1939 · 1 year ago

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Overview of Magazines from Project 1952:

Favorite Magazines:

1. Life is a big, classy weekly news and culture magazine with lots of amazing pictures and a relatively centrist ideology. There’s no obvious slant.

2. Motion Picture and Television Magazine might be my favorite movie mag, just cause it’s got tons of great pictures, interviews, and movie ratings. I also got a complete 1952 set for really cheap on ebay, so I gotta love that.

3. Good Housekeeping is THICK. It’s got tons of information on housekeeping, cooking, fashion, decorating, childcare, family dynamics, culture, health, and some short fiction as well. The recipe section in the issue I got was priceless.

Favorite articles:

“Our Teenagers: How Good are Their Morals?” by Dr. Judson T. and Mary G. Landis., from the March 1st issue of Collier's. It tried to pour cold water over the “juvenile delinquency” hysteria so much of the country was hung up on. I loved that it fact checked the fears and just said- “Calm the F down, everyone!”

“Lucy Leaves Em Limp,” by Don Allen in the April issue of Motion Picture and Television Magazine. It was a surprisingly in-depth interview with Ball about how I Love Lucy came to be, how it was filmed, and why it was such a success.

Worst articles:

“College Girls: If They Could Only Cook,” in Quick magazine from September 8th. It gripes about how college ruins women from becoming good housewives. “They average less than two children. Statistically, a high proportion seem likely to have broken marriages and nervous breakdowns.” !!!!

“Southern Crisis: The Segregation Decision,” by Virginius Dabney, in the Saturday Evening Post on November 8th. While awaiting the Brown v. Board of Education decision, this author tells everyone to put the breaks on when it comes to de-segregating the South. All the old crap like, “We’re moving slowly but still moving!” “Look at a nice school we built for black students! See, separate but equal works!” “We’re just not ready to desegregate yet, give us time!” and the worst, “If you move too fast, there will be violence, and it’ll be all your fault!”

Full Magazine List:

Motion Picture and Television Magazine, January 1952.

Motion Picture and Television Magazine, February 1952.

Cosmopolitan, February 1952.

Motion Picture and Television Magazine, March 1952.

McCall's, March 1952.

Collier's, March 15th, 1952.

Life, March 24th, 1952.

Motion Picture and Television Magazine, April 1952.

Life, April 14th, 1952.

Motion Picture and Television Magazine, May 1952.

Movie Teen, May 1952.

Farm Journal, May 1952.

Life, June 9th, 1952.

Motion Picture and Television Magazine, June 1952.

Motion Picture and Television Magazine, July 1952.

Life, July 21st, 1952.

Life, July 28th, 1952.

Motion Picture and Television Magazine, August 1952.

Life, August 4th, 1952.

Photoplay, August 1952.

Motion Picture and Television Magazine, September 1952.

Quick, September 8th, 1952.

Life, September 15th, 1952.

Good Housekeeping, September 1952.

Motion Picture and Television Magazine, October 1952.

The Radio-TV Mirror, October 1952.

The Atlantic, October 1952.

Quick, November 3rd, 1952.

The Saturday Evening Post, November 8th, 1952.

Motion Picture and Television Magazine, November 1952.

Screen Stories, November 1952.

Life, November 17th, 1952.

The Saturday Evening Post, December 6th, 1952.

Motion Picture and Television Magazine, December 1952.

Look, December 30th, 1952.

#project1952 #1952 magazines #project1952 wrap up

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goldoanheart · 2 years ago

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september activity check passed!

total skill points: 20 ------> 21

[monthly skill point]: +1 to riding (riding rank d+)

other points: +1 to reason (reason rank c+)

#ooc #toaactivity #toa activity #housekeeping: oof... dusty #housekeeping: october 1st #housekeeping

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anankelotus · 2 years ago

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HOUSKEEPING (OCTOBER 1ST)

ACTIVE THREADS (WAITING ON PARTNER):

WHEN SNOW FALLS ON THE RUINS ONCE MORE (SHIGURE)

DEAR FELLOW TRAVELER, UNDER THE MOON (CHROM)

BASEMENT CRAWLERS (SERRA)

(NAVI)GATING A FOREST OF FAIRYTALES (HUBERT)

AIM, HIT, AND EAT (SAKURA)

THE ONES WHO’LL HELP YOU FIND THE WAY (SELIPH)

WAITING ON ME:

A WONDER LASTS BUT NINE DAYS (RHEA)

FINISHED THREADS:

N/A

DROPPED THREADS:

N/A

#OOC: I DO NOT KNOW MYSELF ANYMORE #OOC #HOUSEKEEPING: WAS IT ALWAYS THIS DUSTY #HOUSEKEEPING #HOUSEKEEPING: OCTOBER 1ST

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theofficersacademy · 3 months ago

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Happy October! This month is a relatively calm one on the official side of things, so take the time to get caught up on threads or plan out ways to celebrate the autumn season.

Housekeeping

Current Month in TOA: Harpstring Moon

Thank you again to everyone who submitted and voted on our anniversary mission tasks! We’ve added new prompts for the skill points with the most votes. Check them out here!

Due to a lack of entries, the 2nd TOA zine will not at this point in time be moving forward. We may try again in the future if there looks to be enough interest.

Don't forget to take a moment to fill out this month's feedback form! But please read the section below first.

Other

The mod team is constantly working to improve TOA's combat, even when combat events are not actively happening. One of the big things that we've noticed tripping everyone up is the speed stat.

From the combat manual:

A character’s Speed affects their opponent’s accuracy, similar to Avoid, but interacts directly with an opponent’s current Speed. When two units enter combat, the character with the highest Speed will be designated as the character holding the Speed stat, but the other character’s Speed will be added to or subtracted from that number. For example, Character A has +4 Speed and attacks Character B, who has +2 Speed. Character A will be designated as the holder of the speed stat, but Character B’s current speed (+2) will be subtracted from Character A’s, so that the matchup will essentially be +2 Speed vs +0 Speed. This +2 Speed will then work like +2 Avoid and subtract 2 from Character B’s rolls against them. Speed also works with negative numbers. If Character A has +4 Speed and attacks Character B, who has -2 Speed, the negative speed will be added to Character A’s current Speed. The matchup then becomes the equivalent of +6 Speed vs +0 Speed. Speed caps at +6, so even if character B had -4 Speed, Character A would only ever gather +6 Speed from the difference between their stats. At +6 Speed, a character will lose its avoid bonus, but will be able to initiate a follow-up attack. This allows the character to attack again after their opponent’s counterattack, or launch two counterattacks of their own in a row. The table below illustrates how Speed interacts between two players.

As the speed stat works currently, negative speed does not exist in practice. In a matchup, speed is pooled together between player and enemy, and the character with the highest starting speed takes the combined number, always leaving the other character with 0 speed in practice.

We're considering changing it in one of two ways:

Speed will be pooled to determine if a character can use a follow-up attack, but then any remaining speed stat on a character - positive or negative - will be converted to avoid. - Player with +2 speed versus Enemy with +2 speed would put +2 avoid on both. - Player with -2 speed versus Enemy with +2 speed would put -2 avoid on Player and +2 avoid on Enemy - Player with +4 speed versus Enemy with -2 speed would pool both speed to give Player +6 and a follow-up attack. No avoid conversion when a follow-up triggers

Speed will only exist as a positive number. All items and abilities in the combat manual that inflict a speed debuff will be retuned, most of which will become -avoid but some may be changed in other ways. Tentatively, speed will otherwise work exactly like it does in its current iteration, except that there will be no instances of negative speed coming into play. This may require that we raise the speed cap, however, so that it's not as hard to trigger follow-up attacks.

Of course, you can also vote to leave the system as-is. Regardless, we appreciate your feedback!

BIRTHDAYS

October Mun Birthdays: Rua (2nd), Dewa (2nd), Alina (4th), Metal (6th), Mirae (11th), Birdie (13th), Soji (14th), Queenie (18th), Ruaidhrí (25th)

October Muse Birthdays: Etie (1st), Alcryst (15th), Merric (16th), Deirdre (16th), Ashe (17th), Lloyd (20th), Elincia (23rd), Randal (23rd), Panette (23rd), Farina (25th), Ishtar (28th)

MUN ANNIVERSARIES

1st year: Mar (19th), Regina (21st)

2nd year: Kusa (16th)

3rd year: none

4th year: none

5th year: Nat (2nd)

MUSE ANNIVERSARIES

1st year: Emma (4th), Ishtar (5th), Knoll (15th), Nephenee (16th), Severa (19th), Miranda (20th)

2nd year: Valter (7th), Ares (16th)

3rd year: none

4th year: none

5th year: none

- The House Leaders

#toa newsletter #october newsletter

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charmed-asylum · 4 years ago

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𝒩ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ ℰ𝓁𝓈ℯ ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇

𝒩ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ ℰ𝓁𝓈ℯ ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 , Chapter 1

Summary: Rosary Woods used to spend her summers in Hawkins. Now years later with untimely death of her father, she sent to live with her grandparents. Coming back to a place that use to give her pleasant memories but now full with dark secrets she hopes never see daylight. Her plan was simple easy till one night she finds a drunk boy full of curls and after life never the same.

FYI: This is my 1st fanfic. I do have dyslexia so if something wrong let me know. If you like it let me know same if you don’t. #Foodie be out this week too. ** Side note I’m looking for some talent ** tag list open

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐿𝒾𝓈𝓉

Tagged: @alagalaska @nottherightseason @alias-b @screensirenfic @linkispink1995 @staticscreenwriting

How the hell did all this happened. How the FUCK this happen. How did I end up alone on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere? Cold as hell with a runny nose from my tears and sharp pain of betrayal. I know now. It all started a couple of months ago. When I was tossed into this hickory town. Where one night find a stupid blue eyes boy drunk out his mind. With your stupid Mother, Mary's attitude had to help him. Now that drunk piece of shit made you fall for him to drop kick you in a small amount of a few months.

My brown eyes fill with glittery tears, tried to think back on every step that lead me here what was it? What did I do wrong? What I would do to go back to that night in October. Go back to that day I met that boy that came out of nowhere and changed my life

🍂🍂🍂

The fall air left a warm scent as I walk out the greyhound in my short denim overalls with a plain white short-sleeved shirt and black and white converses with black laces. My long midnight black wavy hair dancing with the wind with my red heart shades on, taking my around at my surroundings. Even though I have been here many times, this was the first time I came that wasn’t summer visits.

Those had an arrival and departure two way this time though was a one way. It was a lot different than home, Florida. It’s always sunny and things to do unlike here. Flipping my cassette player back on I walk over to the rusted metal benches and wait for my ride. I didn’t want to be here. However, when you have no other choice what can you do. My life stuffed in my dad's old beat-up army bag. I lend back hoping this was a dream and I wake up home with my dad not here. I didn’t hate here I just hate why I’m here. The two-day bus rides a dread and didn't help. Still, I’m stuck with nothing to do but cruise under the radar till graduation. Toss the cap in the air and by the time it's back in my hands I have another ticket to somewhere else.

I gentle tap took me out from my inner monologue into reality. An older woman in her 60s with short curly golden frost hair bright red lipstick that got bit on her front tooth in a flower print long dress. In all, she was the fifth unseen golden girl or what I know her as grams.

“‘HELLO ROSARY. You hear me call for you over there by the car” Grams shouts into my ear. Looking up at her I smile and move my bag out the way to hug her tight.

“ Sorry, the meds got me all out of it. Hi, grams it good to see you” I said holding onto the strap of my bag. She gave me a nod and kiss my cheek leaving an imprint.

“ Oh shut I forgot. Sorry, we couldn’t get your flights no airport close by. Sweetie. Grab your bag we can go home” Grams says walking and talking to the car. Tucking my shades in my pocket I follow her music still playing in my ears.

“ Where Papa at,” I asked looking out the window.

“ Oh, he at the diner checking on things. But he will be back by dinner. I sign you up for school. You start tomorrow. Your car will be ship here in two weeks so the bus to school till then” Grams said pulling up to the house. “ Look, honey. I know things have been hard the last few months but coming here can be your fresh start. So it’s up to you what you do. Stay sane try to be different better you dear” Grams said getting out of the car. Simply put it don’t fuck up this time.

“ Yes. Ma’am. I’m gonna the perfect granddaughter” I said with a eat shit grin.

“Don’t do that it’s tacky. I did not mean what I said that way sweetie. Huh lord, I need my soaps. Drop your stuff in your room” Grams said walking into the house.

My room more like a guest room. They tried though I give them that the last time I been here was years ago when I was 11. Then after that was with my dad across seas. By then the damage was done. Walls were eggshell white with a few pictures of me by dad and them that set on the wall by the window. The bed was against the wall with a small glass nightstand with a trunk in front. Probably the same one my dad had when he was my age. The small closet across the bed and an old oakwood dresser. This will do I’m sure in no time she can make it homie. I push my hand on the bed testing out the string a bit. This is my life now. Better just get used to it. Anger bubble deep in my chest as it slowly starts to hit me. This is a life I don't want. I wanted the life I had before one that was far from perfect but he was there. I toss my bag beside me with a bit of force and scream into my hands.

It took no time till I was done. I change up the pictures and some more on my dresser. A few things on the nightstand then to top it off my mint condition organized record collection in a purple crat that sat beside my dad's 1960s Gibson Hummingbird Fixed Bridge acoustic guitar.

“ So you all done. It’s not much but we go somewhere someday. Sorry, papa wasn’t here. After Benny passed away our place been the hot spot. Back to the glory days, he says” Grams said with a chuckle. I sat down beside her legs cross under me and started to flip through Good Housekeeping

“ So Benny no more. Anything else happens since I have been here last” I asked getting comfortable.

“Let's see. That Will kid you babysit a few times went miss for a week or so. Last year. And that’s about it. I don’t pay much attention to those things. Papa and I are going to bible study tonight. I know you not up to it this week. So you don’t have to go but I am looking forward to next week” Grams said. I ruffled my hand into my deep chocolate hair and nod yes.

“ I would love that. Thank you. That reminds me. I have to fill up on my pain killers. If it’s not much to ask can you please take me one day this week? Or may I go into town myself” I asked taking out my pill bottle?

Still, months later the pain reminds the same. Even the memories still were in tack as if it happened minutes ago. A tear rolled down my face just reliving it. Grams hold me tight smoothing me and rubbing my back as I let out a heavy cry. My dainty finger claw into her shoulder blade as tight as possible. I didn’t hate that I was here I just hate the why.

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DADDY!!” I shout out. My body was soaked with a cold sweat and tears still running down my cheeks. Too weak to even move, I bend over cup my hands into my face, and scream.

Always the nightmares. Always the same two each night. Back home I would find a party or smoke or wave to ride but here. NOTHING. I promise a new me I remind myself. One that is not set to explode any second. One that took all their demons and bury it in the deepest hole. This me doesn’t let them loose but keep them hidden tight. That won’t break and burn everything she touches. This me be gentle, kind, and read the Bible instead of throwing my fist. I promise my father that even my estranged grandparents will be better.

After a good pity party, I decided to stay wasn’t gonna help me. I needed to out. I toss on some navy blue gym shorts pull down my Scooby-Doo t-shirt, which was getting a little bit smaller than last time I warn it years ago, decided for a walk.

Grams and Papa came back from church just after 11. Just missing the kids trick or treating. I stay back gave an empty smile say hello few folks who came by or heard over the rumor mill I was back. None who I really care about. The clock blink, 3:00. The cool breeze comforts me like a blanket over my shoulders. Music played close to mute. I thought about it all. If he at peace would I see him again. Could I make it to June in this town?

Far ahead of me on my way back, I saw a figure laying on the crisp grass. After the stories, Grams told me I wonder if it was anything important. As I got closer I saw an outline of a person. I stop and slow my walking this time with caution. Till I was right beside him. He was rocking back and forth humming some song no shirt tight-ass pants and hair messy with no shoes. This boy diffidently was fucking or having a good time. Part of me envies him and that freedom. Another knew it was because even if I don’t say it out loud he beautiful mess. Totally my type and that what it got tricky he was a reminder of the past I was hoping to leave behind. Flipping my hair out my face I got down to eye level and gently touch him.

“ Hey Hey you alright, “ I asked shaking him a bit.

He looks up and grins at me with a sleepy doozy grin. His eyes sparkle in the night sky and for a second I forgot he was drunk. My stomach did this thing I only ever felt a few times before. Back when I was happy. I shook my head and look around for help or at less to see if he drove or had friends. No luck. Part of me thought it be best to leave but then I saw it. Right below his eyes the old bruise and cuts. My jaw tightened till it clicks.

“ Mommy. Mommy” he said touching my face. I felt the cold touch of his ring against my lips. I tap it to the side and wrap his arm around me to get him up. Praying to God he, not a psycho, or I will regret this. He started to kiss my neck all while calling me mommy. Kinky mother fucker

“ Yeah Hot Wheels, not your mommy come on almost there,” I said helping him back home. He giggles and tried to be a handy hand reaching my hip and butt.

“ Holy shit your you are your a doll baby” he slurred into my ear.

Praying any god’s that my grandparents don’t wake up to him almost knocking everything down. I put my hand to his mouth and a finger to mine so he shut up. On the first day of this new me, I’m playing babysitting to a drunk man child. With ease, I toss him on my bed. He cuddles with one of my pillows squeezing my old grumpy carebear and drifts to sleep. I waited a second before I went and made my own special hangover shake and a bucket for the morning. Taking more time time to clean his face a bit and hand as gentle as I could. Time blink at 3:58, I sat on the floor against my dresser and watch him sleep. Wondering if a boy like that had nightmares too.

I woke up two hours later. Still on the floor face left with a carpet imprint. The boy from this morning now turns over to the other side against the wall sound asleep. I got up from my spot on wobbly legs grab some things and head to the bathroom.

As the cold water hit my face I kept thinking about before till the face of baby blue came into mine. His eyes look like way mine when I look into the mirror and it puzzles me. Never have I found someone else that had the same eyes as mine. Apart from me wonder what was behind those eyes. I shack it off as I dry my hair. If the boy's eyes look like mine then that means on things, his demons were just as bad. I change into tacky stuck in time uniform and walk back deep in thoughts when I stop. The boy was gone. I rush out of my room almost tripping over my own foot, empty. Nothing change in my room just the note. It wasn’t till I sat and smell the faint scent of cologne and cigarettes. It wasn’t a dream he was real. I laugh at myself there no way I will be seeing him again.

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He couldn’t remember much just that her face was half cover by her loose curly hair that shines against the streetlight. The innocent big brown eyes that went with a sugar-sweet smile. Even though she was nowhere close to his mom. He couldn’t help but think about her. He never saw someone that beautiful before. Holding on to her tight sniff her in, honey and vanilla. He wanted to stare at her as long as he could but as soon as he hit the twin size bed he was out.

“Fuck am I” he hissed holding his head trying to think what happened last night. Last he remembered was making out with some blonde at the Halloween party or was it sex. His eyes look at the cup and bucket. Brown eye. He slowly picks up the note and read it:

Sleepy Head, First off we did not have sex and no I don’t know you. What I can tell you is this you were drunk and laying on someone's lawn alone. I live on Church street and Maple Lane. If it’s before 6 and your reading this back door

He laughs at the note and put it back where he found it. It was still early Neil wouldn’t be awake if he left now. He thought maybe he leave a thank you but it decided against it. He promised himself no attachment just to graduate, save up, and leave. No room for nothing else. Before he left he heard noises from the bathroom. Sound like a peaceful lullaby. Inching close he peaks in to see a figure from behind the curtain. Shaking his head he slips out and all his Mary way her black and white Adidas flip flops whistling her lullaby.

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