#im v v v excited for the subplot being hinted at here

[keen2meecha]

We're gonna do this update for last week (so, everything I wrote up until the seventh) and then at the end of this week I'll do another one for this week! :)

Words Written: 5477/20000 (~27%)

Average Words Per Day: 632~

Reflection: We started out strong! But now things are heating up at school and we're wavering haha. But I did manage to finish the first act of trust! Fun fact: writing a sequel is kinda different from writing a standalone or first book. On one hand, less worldbuilding and exposition (generally speaking, of course). On the other hand, referring back to events in the first book to remind readers what happened. I've never done this, so I'm not sure I've found the right balance yet, but we're getting there! Also since I didn't plan on finishing the first act in 6k words, we're the plan is to switch to cumulative word count across all wips, rather than just this one :)

EXCERPT:

“What’s up with Mom?” Sofia asked quietly, watching them through the window. They had paused on the porch; Mr. Black, while not a particularly tall man, certainly loomed over Mom. She, however, was more of a presence with her feet planted and her arms crossed as she talked to him.

“Hm?” Aunt Aveline followed her gaze. “Nothing for you to worry about, Sofia. Probably just something about last year.”

Except Sofia had been very clear that Mr. Black was — unfortunately — probably the biggest reason Sofia had made it through freshman year. Mom had no reason to be this upset with him. And Mom was not one who was quick to… most negative emotions, really. She had never truly raised her voice at Sofia or any of the other children, only cried maybe once that Sofia had seen — she had certainly never shown that body language, even in her arguments with Aunt Aveline, as few and far between as they were. Really, the worst she tended to get was interrogatory.

“Oh!” Sofia said suddenly, as if she had just remembered something. “I need that loaf I made!”

“Which one?” Aunt Aveline asked dryly — she was rather bemused by the uptick in Sofia’s bread making.

Sofia rolled her eyes but otherwise ignored her, darting into the kitchen to find the bread she had made a few hours ago. It had been left on the rack to cool and been forgotten once Kruze had arrived. Now she snagged it and wrapped it in plastic wrap as quickly as she could. She made it all the way to the front door, wrapped loaf in hand, before Aunt Aveline noticed.

“Sofia Smith don’t you dare—”

She pulled the door open and stepped onto the porch.

“—Doesn’t need to know about — Sofia!” Mom cut herself off mid-sentence, eyes wide.

“Here.” Sofia thrust the loaf into Mr. Black’s stomach. “And if I see that in the fridge in the teacher’s lounge, you will hear words.”

“This is bread.”

“Observant as ever, sir.”

His flat look at the quip was a relief; whatever Mom had said, it couldn’t have been too terrible or life-altering.

“I should get going. Smith… Sofia, I expect to hear from you within the week. And it was nice to see you again, Faline. I’ll keep what you said in mind.”

Mom did not look satisfied by that answer at all, but all she did was purse her lips and watch him walk away.

“Again?” Sofia asked as he got into the sleek black car that was parked on the curb. “What did he mean, ‘again’?”

“Hm? Oh, we ran into each other while you were at the hospital. It’s a little chilly — let’s get inside before we catch our deaths.”

It was a plausible enough explanation.

So why did it sound so much like a lie?

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#camp nano update #camp nano 2021 #im v v v excited for the subplot being hinted at here #also made it to mila's introduction #so that might get its own update #if i actually manage to write it! #g2 #(cant believe i used the wrong tag asdfjfkdkks)

[eighthmnth-blog]

          -------------- and he shall be levon       ( and he shall be a good man )    and he shall be levon       ( in tradition with the family plan )

and i oop

none of this is going to make sense. im really really tired. ive been in a hot car all day sldjskld baking. crispy. now im going to sleep before work,,, but wrow hi im r, im way too excited to be here. this intro is ?? too long but after all these years ive never learned how to stfu. i COULD have done this sooner but i also turned my brain off last night and watched baby driver for the first time and wow 10/10 would recommend sdksjdlkas i dont have discord because im living in the stone age  but im available via tumblr ims if anyone wants to plot --- ill prop make a proper connection page 2mmrow,, just fuck him up. honestly. ruin him. take out the trash.

basics    

[ luke hemmings. twenty-three. cismale. he/him. | muse 4b. ] levon by elton john just came on the radio and it made me think of august ferland. they’ve been in sundance for their whole life and they’re currently an administrative assistant. if you’re looking for them, try by the sheriff’s office, locals say they’re there a lot. [ r. she/them. 20. est. ]

SUBPLOT       if someone asked who sundance’s bad seed is, most people would say muse 4a. always getting in trouble for one reason or another, muse 4a has just never been one to follow rules. maybe that’s why muse 4b, the sheriffs child, is so drawn to them. muse 4a and muse 4b have been hooking up pretty casually, but muse 4b’s soft nature is causing them to fall for sundance’s baddest seed while muse 4a is only interested in hooking up. will muse 4a break muse 4b's heart? what would the sheriff say if they found out?

nonsensical ramblings    

the world is black and white as a child. a young august planted in front of one static plagued television, soaking up the world of cops and robbers. a mop of blond hair and a missing front tooth, beaming proudly “ MY FATHER’S THE SHERIFF “ , a hero in the boy’s mind. black & white. good versus bad.

then comes middle school, high school, and everything thereafter. it’s living under a microscope. small-town living & dealing out the law don’t tend to equate to a private life. sometimes august knows people’s business before they do —- other times the positions are reversed. it wasn’t the easiest of days, far from the romanticized lifestyle often portrayed on screen. the chill of cold shoulders never fades over the years. children told to steer clear of the ferland boy lest they find themselves under sundance’s watchful eye. the SHERIFF’S SON, an undesired spotlight.  as the years come and go, he wonders how he once wore that title with pride.

they made an angel of him. almost golden. of course, the teenage years are a rocky patch for anyone. the spark of rebellion, even he wasn’t immune. eighteen and sneaking out with his father’s pistol, shooting cans and bottles --- until he puts one single bullet through a neighbor’s window. that summer spent wasting away under a scorching sun, completing mundane tasks to earn enough to pay for the replacements. it’s out of character for him, but they write it off as a minor scare --- a teenager. no one was hurt, so all’s well that ends well. right ?

he tires of daily life. the yearning for something more never dies, it just lays dormant. only rarely given a breath of life. he grows exhausted of the endless pestering and gossip tucked in church pews. of the polite smiles and polished image. ‘ when will you settle down ? find a nice girl ? are you going to take over the station ? look at how much you’ve grown. ‘twenty-three years too long in sundance.

he knew the names before he saw them in ink at the station. his father’s endless rants, the population that put grey in his hair. miscreants, that august was explicitly told never to associate with. words that fell on deaf ears and then he goes the extra mile. he can’t help but feel a hint of shame, but never enough for him to put a stop to the sneaking. the town’s bad seed --- the sheriff’s greatest adversary and the cause of most, if not all, of his migraines. then there was august, like a moth to an open flame. it must have been some ultimate form of karma when he realizes something’s changed. the rules of the game aren’t so simple anymore, there’s more at stake. just like that, he’s damned them all. the heart wants what it wants, and now he’s cast as the fool. play with fire, get burned.

1% more brainpower used here       ( background broken down simply )

his aesthetic is that feeling you get when all your extended family ask about your dating life at the family barbecue. vague ??? maybe so, but it triggers something in me.

he’s dumb, and a tad naive lbh, but this is august.. the sheriff’s son if that hasn’t become,,, really obvious. in the brief readings i did beforehand, it seems like small-town sheriffs can sometimes have a bit of a spotlight on themselves and their family so i kind of envisioned him as being borderline lonely in his youth due to the fact people don’t want to find themselves under the microscope by being friends with the sheriff/’s family.  i think the whole sheriff thing has been a big,,, oof in his life. there are probably places he can’t go because his dad arrested the cook in the back or things along those lines.

he’s bored. he has a wifi connection. if his family didn’t think he wasn’t going to get glimpses of the outside world and want to get the fuck out of dodge then idk my dude.

he works as an administrative assistant at the station,, so he’s mainly handling the paperwork and stuff, but id imagine he's a bit of a jack of all trades in the field. takes calls, but also probably gets sent out for the really shitty jobs like the old lady who calls ten times a day for nothing, or that she’s getting calls from scammers :))) but he ain’t going out arresting anyone or doing anything serious. just the “my cat’s in a tree” bs and getting coffee.

in the public eye, he’s probably a real golden child. volunteering, going to church, helping out wherever he can. does he have a genuine interest in any of that ? absolutely not. but it reflects well on his family and on himself. he has a reputation to upkeep. he only went up to high school education-wise, and in a town that probably isn’t too fast crime wise, he has enough free time to be active in the community.

i dont know what suffers more his brain or his heart

n sync vc: bi bi bi

before my dumbass forgets, he does have a good relationship with his parents,,, when he’s not being a fucking moron. follow your heart?? not good advice for him. his mom is currently abroad. aug probably gets his desire to run from her, she’s currently teaching english abroad. he’s v proud of her tyvm. his dad?? yeah. i mean obvs aug isnt very honest about EVERYTHING. he’s gotten good at telling white lies, but he still loves his dad.  he’s also an only child so all eyes on him rIP.

i have a shitty pinterest board for him HERE there's barely anything there but yknow

he’s currently being sized for his clown shoes

thats all folks

#sundanceintro #im LATE #i spent all day driving my little brother to overnight camp in ?? the middle of nowhere #this is so messy