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whaleofatjme1920 · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 4: Stalking/Obsession

Stalking/Obsession - Eyeless Jack X F!Reader

Warnings: DUB CON, breeding kink, biting, marking

AN: I don't speak Polish so forgive me </3. ALSO this is a take on my dear @creepynoodleheadcannons's prompt featuring EJ on Day 19 from their 2022 Kinktober. Will tag the fic HERE.

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In the darkness of your room, you sat curled in your sheets with the feeling of dread coursing through your veins. Sweat ran down your brow, down the back of your neck and soaked your bed as you stared at your window. You saw his shadow looming just outside, a monstrous being that had been tormenting you for the first half of the year. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest like a little rabbit about to be caught in the jaws of a wolf as his claws scratched against it.

He’d never been so bold before.

When he first started, he was silent. His sharp claws played with the seams of your mind, delicately lifting the fragile threads before popping them up and breaking them, reveling in the sound of the strings snapping. It was small. A coffee cup you’d thrown away with your lipstick marks had gone missing but you assumed you’d managed to throw it out somewhere else. The hairs from your brush had been cleaned out but weren’t in the trash. Some of your clothing had gone missing. You assumed that you were becoming increasingly forgetful, but your underwear going missing? Your still full shampoo and conditioner bottles disappearing?

And then he revealed himself. You thought you’d accidentally summoned a demon when he first appeared in the corner of your eye. He was always there, watching, waiting, and so fucking persistent. The way he spoke about you was deranged, like you were the only thing he craved in the entirety of his life. He spoke of how sweet you’d be - his final meal, the feast to end all others.

“Go… Go away,” you shakily cried out while you dug your face into the pillow in an attempt to fend him off. But you knew it was a useless attempt. Tonight was the night he’d finally make you his and devour you whole. Your body shook with fear as you watched the shadow of his hands move sluggishly, like he wawa toying with you on how slow he could be. Toying with you, building up his own anticipation with glee. You heard Polish spill from his lips, or maybe an archaic form of it, and like magic, the window flew open. It invited the colder of October air into your room, red and orange leaves spilled across your floor as his large form blocked out the light of the moon herself.

“You don’t really mean that,” he purred. His voice was deep and laced with a Slavic accent that sung with the cadence of ancient gods and their demons. His face was hidden by a mask, a dark pool of inky blue while the eye sockets wept with tar. If you looked close enough, you could see the knife marks of where it had been carved a very, very long time ago. He slipped through your window despite his size. Your nose filled with his scent. Musk. The earth. Iron. Smoke from campfires not long doused. Ammonia.

Your stomach wanted to wretch at the very smell of him. Fear stoked every part of your body as you pried your eyes away from your pillow and peeked up at him. He was large, much too large. The moonlight framed him as dark and imposing. He was strong, you knew that, and his skin was the color of ash. And for a creature that seemed to take joy in pursuing a much more human form, he still reeked of otherworldly. His legs were cloven, like that of a black goat, and his teeth were sharp, slightly yellowed and large like that of an apex predator. Roots and the earth seemed to crawl up his legs like the earth itself wanted to reclaim him, and his joints didn’t seem to fit him right. His elbows, his knees, shoulders, everything was popped into place haphazardly, a vessel to contain something much larger than what he was born as.

He took advantage of your fear as you looked up at him. His grin only widened behind his mask. He crawled up your bed, caging you in with his body. His clawed hands traced your warm body as you balled up in a weak attempt to shut him out from you.

“Please, don’t,” you murmur as you watch his clawed hands crawl up your body. “I already told you no-”

He gave you a look from behind his mask before reaching his hand upwards to remove it. His arm moved over to rest it on your nightstand, as if he were making himself comfortable. His mouth was curled upwards into a grin, large and knowing.

“Come now, kochanie moje. Don’t be so frigid towards me. Open up. Let me in.” His sharp talons moved to cut your clothes from your body, not caring about your cries of protest. “You cannot resist me forever,” he whispered in your ear as your body trembled. “Try and fight as you may, your body calls for me, and I must answer. You were meant for this,” he breathed in your ear as you meekly held your hand up to his large chest in another attempt to push him off.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered.

“Tak kochanie,” he whispered back, “you do. I need you. Don’t you see what you’re doing to me? I need your body, your heart, your mind, your very soul,” he groaned as his hand traced your soft, supple skin. “I want to breed you to make you mine forever.”

His words sent chills down your spine as you shook like a leaf. You shook your head. “You can’t-”

“Don’t worry,” he purred once more, voice hungry and lusty, “I’ll make it feel good. I always do.”

You were almost snapped out of your fear from the second half of his sentence but found it quickly returned when his teeth sunk into your neck. “Oh fuck!” You yelped, feeling the warm blood from your neck bead downwards to drape your collarbone and your nape. “What the hell was that for?”

Jack didn’t immediately answer, only grinned and opened his mouth. A long, purple tongue slithered out and lapped at the teeth marks he’d left, a soft apology for drawing blood. “Mating mark,” he answered. “One of the many physical kinds I can give to you.”

You kept your mouth shut as you felt his hands barely leave you to the belt of his pants. He undid it, and then slowly pumped his cock. Large, knotted, that was all you could see in the darkness only illuminated by the moonlight. So distracted by how girthy and large he was and the fact you KNEW he wouldn’t fit inside of you, a cry ripped free from your throat as his other hand effortlessly pried your legs apart.

Jack’s clawed fingers easily moved down to your pussy, already wet from the budding anticipation. He cooed condescendingly. “Awh, and here I thought I would need to convince you even more.” His index and middle finger opened your lips up, and through the darkness, his sockets keyed in on your glistening pussy. “You were made for this, to please me, to be bred by me.” Slowly, he slid his index finger inside of you and watched through the darkness of your room as you bloomed for him. Heat painted your entire body, most notably your cheeks - Jack’s always had the ability to sort of ‘toggle’ thermal vision - and that’s where the heat was most notably concentrated. Well, that and definitely between your legs. Your pussy was burning for him. Needed to be filled, didn’t it?

His index finger was soon joined by his middle, and he stretched you out as best as he could. “You feel so warm, kochanie,” he grinned. “So soft and sweet, and you smell just as good too. Maybe I should get a taste before I take you,” he thought aloud.

Fearing retaliation, you hesitantly nodded. “Okay,” you squeaked like a deer caught in headlights. It didn’t help that your body seemed to call for him. Despite how much you knew this wasn’t good, your body squeezed around him. When his thumb circled your clit, you moaned softly, embarrassed that you showed him even a smidge of pleasure. He thumbed your clit some more and felt your hips buck up.

And he laughed. Jack laughed.

“See? I knew you couldn’t resist me.” After he fingered you a little bit more, enjoying the sounds of your soft moans and how you desperately tried to deny your true feelings towards him, he pulled his fingers out. “Do not pout,” he chuckled as he lifted his fingers to his lips. One of his tongues slithered out of his mouth once more before curling around his slick covered fingers. An obscene moan left his lips, and if he had eyes, you were sure that they would be rolling up. “Gods, you taste so good,” he praised. “So sugary and meaty,” he moaned again. “Perfectly made for me.”

Jack mounted you this time, the head of his cock pressed against your tight lips as he watched you squirm underneath him. It was magical to see you buck your hips up like you could hardly resist him. “Open up, kochanie,” he cooed as he started to push his thick cock into you. He grinned when your nails dug into his uncovered forearms while your eyes widened. “Wrap your legs around me and breathe. Take me. Take me,” he whispered again and again, his hips pushing closer and closer to your body as his cock split you open.

You did just that, legs wrapped tightly around his waist before moving your hands up to his back. Your nails dug into his hoodie while you pulled him tightly against you. Your heart rate skyrocketed as he pulled his hips back and then thrusted sharply forwards, the head of his cock hitting your cervix while not even fully hilted inside of you. His knot was thickly pressed against you, far too big for you to take, balls rested against your ass and heavy with cum. “Oh, oh my gods-” you wept as your body struggled to adjust to his size. He felt so big, every part of him.

“Bloom for me,” he urged as he started to thrust his hips. His lips danced across your neck as he cock filled you with every thrust. “My sweet, sweet girl,” he praised, “look at you. How beautiful you are.”

Your thighs were tense as he began to pick up the pace as you softly moaned for him, unable to deny any longer just how good Jack was making you feel. The tears that had welled in your eyes slipped down your cheeks but you unashamedly kept calling out for him. Your pussy felt so stretched open and still small as your slick gushed around him. You were soaking the bed from how good he stroked you. You arched your back slightly into his chest and tipped your head back to allow his lips to travel back up to your throat. You felt his teeth playfully move around where he’d already bitten you before softly biting you on the opposite side to mirror it.

“You’re mine now, kochanie. Mine now forever.” The sounds of your moans were like music to his ears as he listened to your moans and how your body grew closer and closer to being knotted. He’d breed you, and then you’d have no choice but to be his for all eternity.

#minors dni #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x y/n #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x y/n

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hauntinglyhaunted · 29 days

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Creepypasta Headcanons!

(Jeffery Woods, Eyeless Jack, Toby Rogers.)

Starting off with our crispy himself!

Jeffery Woods:

I actually believe he'd be moderately okay with self care (with the exception of showering, because he's gross 🧍)

Like, he def keeps different kinds of lotions to help hydrate his burn scars (I'm projecting ikik) and has a variety of different scents.

I actually think he doesn't have a strict preference for what kind of music he listens to, but tends to listen to heavy metal or older emo music.

Def listens to ICP. You can't change my mind.

I actually heavily headcanon him as someone that'll pick at his skin, specifically the skin on his fingers/hands. It's a bad habit that he has tried (and failed) to shake off.

Drinks monster/energy drinks like its WATER.

He's the type of guy to point at someone's concert shirt and ask them to name 3-5 songs

Eyeless Jack:

Out of any of the pastas, I believe he'd be the best when it comes to self care-- Considering the idea of him originally wanting to be a surgeon.

Carries hand sanitizer with him EVERYWHERE.

I believe he has a habit of over washing his hands and is constantly using hand sanitizer.

He has sensitive hearing from his heightened senses, so I believe he'd keep earplugs on him 24/7

Tried to prepare organs like someone would a sandwich, he regretted that.

The type of guy that doesn't pick up on humor. You quote something online around this guy and he'll just take it as you being dead serious.

Tried to eat human food so he could feel "normal" again, but it made him sick. Still tries it every now and then, but it can result in him just curled up on the floor. Think of how some people that are lactose intolerant will still eat dairy (you know who you are 🙄)

In some med schools, it's actually preferred to know a second language (that could also just be where I live, so 🚶) and I actually believe he knows bits of Spanish.

Parts of his life before the sacrifice is actually a major blur for him, it's like looking through a fog for him.

Hates the smell of mint.

I feel like he mainly uses echolocation. Or if he could "see" anything, it would probably be like seeing the temperature of something

Example:

Bro constantly cold. It could be the middle of July and he'd probably be LAYERED up. Long sleeves, hoodies, etc.

Toby Rodgers:

Chews. His fingers, the scar on his cheek, dead skin on his lips, he just chews.

Unironically wears socks and sandals

Due to high levels of stress, I like to think he'd have white steaks/patches in his hair. :]

Tried to give himself a piercing once, it didn't work out. It scarred.

Either Midwest emo or grunge, you can't change my mind!

Has listened to the front bottoms (father...) and the mountain goats.

Listens to Nirvana sometimes. 👏

Due to his trauma, he prefers to not drive or ride in the passenger seat. He either forces himself to sleep or zones out SOOOO hard.

Since he can't go get his hair cut professionally for obvious reasons, some of his hair is uneven since he doesn't know how to cut it properly.

Toby doesn't like sweetened coffee, he either drinks it black or eats instant coffee because "it works faster"

He regretted this.

Got my first ACTUAL post down! Hope you guys like it! Tried to keep it lighthearted since it's a starter. I take requests btw. :]

#creepypasta #jeffery woods #jeff the killer #jack nyras #eyeless jack #toby rogers #ticci toby #creepypasta headcanon

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satureja13 · 5 months

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The Morning after Winter Solstice

When Ji Ho woke up, Vlad had already left. And Ji Ho was glad he did. It would have been too awkward to wake up next to him. There was a lily on the bed. A symbol of Vlad's love for him. All obstacles are out of their way now. No curse and no need to cut the Bond anymore. They have a home now in the Otherworld and they are save there. Only thing Ji Ho has left to do is to learn how to love Vlad...

Vlad stepped out of the sanctuary. Dtui and Rubyn are already up and busy with the pedestals. They are trying to figure out how to send the Boys back and forth between their home in the Otherworld and this world. Dtui: "Morning Vlad! It went very well as I see. You have your eyes back! The others are at Ichiraku's." Vlad: "Morning. Ah, yes ^^' and thanks!"

Jeb and Jack noticed Vlad's good old eyes: "Oh my finally!" (Saiwa is sulking because neither Vlad nor Jeb told them why they showed up without their shirts yesterday... Jeb even in his hot cowboy outfit...)

And really, Vlad regained his black eyes! It seems the Bond has forgiven him for trying to bond with Morgan and murder the Bond...

A little later Ji Ho joined them. Jack: "Ji Ho! How do you feel after you shoved Caleb Vatore from your bed and your neck? For Vlad ^^' "

Ji Ho flushed. But he sat next to Vlad <3 Saiwa to Vlad: "You must be a very good boy now to not make Ji Ho regret his decision ;)" Jack: "Ah lucky Genji! He left together with Lady Demon and Caleb in the limousine!"

They indulged their breakfast and chatted for a while. Knowing they'd return to their new home soon. Together. Ah, it's been a while since I've seen them so carefree and happy! Only - Kiyoshi's place is empty. Let's hope they get him out of that tree soon.

Saiwa: "You still haven't told us why you showed up without your shirts yesterday..." Vlad: "What happens behind the fence, stays behind the fence." Saiwa: "Yeah? What if I kill you behind the fence?" Jeb: "Vanië, such things happen when riding the fence. I told you it's dangerous. You never know from which leg of the Trousers of Time you'll emerge when you hop in the waistband. Let's just forget about it, hm?"

Pff. Sai went over to Dtui and Rubyn to discuss when they are going to send them back home. Rubyn: "We still have no idea how to send you back and forth by yourself. If we send you back now, either Vlad or Ji Ho has to stay here with their meteorite." Saiwa: "Oh. No that's not an option. Other Jeb urged us to stay together..." Dtui: "While I cast my spells here yesterday, I figured a few things out. We already know that the meteorites, together with the crystals, allow you to teleport to certain places. Rubyn could be able to build a portable device for you. But we need more information about the powers of the crystals."

Saiwa: "Oh we'd found an amazing website with all the information about the crystals when we were on the clue hunt in Selvadorada!" Dtui: "Unfortunately we need information from a specific old book. This wisdom is not shared on the internet. Saiwa. We can't send you home yet. We need you to go to the library in Windenburg to find this book. Make sure nobody recognizes you there. The Council is still after you. I'm sorry." Rubyn: "Hey, you've already managed harder stuff, right?" Oh no...

Then poor Saiwa went over to the Temple with Dtui to discuss Kiyoshi. Saiwa: "We've made good progress and I'm positive we'll get him out of that tree. Little Goat already shows up from time to time. I'm just not sure how to interpret Other Jeb's message. When he urged us to stay together, did he also mean Kiyoshi? And If yes, how is he supposed to stay with us in the Otherworld when he has his duties here at the Temple. And for the Resistance?" Dtui: "I fear Kiyoshi can't return back here anyway. Kōjin banned him from the Temple. And he's of no use for the Resistance either as it is. Keep him with you and look after him. He still has so much to learn." Oh no...

Ji Ho: "I hope Genji isn't sad I chose Caleb. Over him..." Jack: "Don't worry. He also chose Caleb ^^' Anybody would ;) " Vlad: "Tch...this bigheaded goth kitten. And what is even going on with his hair?..."

From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest 🛺 'Home crappy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: 🌴 'The Expedition' from the beginning ▶️ here 🎤 'Putting the Boys Back together' from the beginning ▶️ here 🥀 'Disbandment of the Group' from the beginning ▶️ here

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crushedsweets · 2 months

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What kind of weapons do they all have or powers

PROXIES + O/S VICTIMS

SO. everyone who was ever infected by the operator (proxies, jeff, clocky) has permanently heightened strength, endurance, and senses. so even thin lanky people like jeff and clocky can hold their own against someone like tim. BUT the proxies are obviously stronger since theyre CURRENTLY infected by slendy. jeff and clockys strength is slowly wearing off as the years go by.

this post gets more detailed with the proxies abilities. kates the strongest when in O/S mode, but it completely takes over her mind (which is why she behaves the way she does in game). brians the weakest in O/S mode, but he's the most stable. toby's a special case cuz he seems to keep his mentality in every situation

PARANORMAL

jack is pretty similar. his skin feels like normal skin, but wounding it is difficult. sort of like ghouls from tokyo ghoul ... not impossible to kill, but it is difficult. again, echolocation and thermavision. the keratin in his nails forms AROUND the finger tip and turns into the black claws i draw. it can be cut, but it grows back in 2 weeks.

sally is a poltergeist, so. floating, go through walls, can throw objects, make rooms freezing cold, etc. touching her physical form is almost like trying to touch liquid... like, you can feel it, but your hand goes through it. BUT she can sort of 'solidify' her form (usually so jane can hold her hand, do her hair) but it takes energy.

BEN has pretty much the same powers as sally, BUT ALSO is like. inherently attached to the internet and technology. touching him feels like touching an old box TV, where you can feel the static. this is mostly for the sake of story convenience, but i also make him give off a wifi signal LMFAOOO you could be in the middle of the forest and still scroll the internet if he's close enough. he can also completely dissipate his form and exist within technology.

ZALGOIDS

ann and lulu have crazy regeneration. cut off one of their legs and it pops right back on. lulu also knows where everyone is at all times if it's foggy, since she can sense every water particle. so if toby's hiding behind a tree and isnt visible in sight, lulu can still sense him. ann also has this insanely painful scream but idk if i'd call it a power. its just inhuman levels loud, but not killer

dina is the same with all her senses and regeneration, but she also has a lot of like. her body transforms like crazy. mostly into animalistic stuff like owls, occasionally sheep... doesnt really give her the ability to fly or anything, but is pretty scary seeing blood wings rip out through her back

lazari, AGAIN, has all of those senses and endurance and whatever. her body rapidly transforms into demonic figures. goats and hawks and all the eyes and whatnot. she's probably one of the absolute strongest creeps, but her mind is so vulnerable that the proxies+jack get ahold of her very quickly and she relaxes.

WEAPONS

jeff uses knives OBVIOUSLY. brian and tim like their guns. toby and hatches. clocky and machetes+guns. kate uses her bare fucking hands (and rocks and scrap metal etc....). anns favorite torture toy when she was alive was a hack saw. jane keeps a gun in a gun cabinet at her house, for self defense. nobody else really has a designated weapon preference

#creeped #hcs #thank you for ask!!

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originallandlockedmariner · 5 months

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2023

Pickleball. Generative AI. Lula takes office in Brazil, Amazon Rainforest throws a party. Prince Harry refusing to stop talking about his frozen penis no matter how many times society begged him to stop. UFOs are real. Viral cat dubbed ‘largest cat anyone has ever seen’ gets adopted. Pee-Wee’s big adventure ends. Musk & X. Turkey-Syria earthquake kills thousands. India surpasses China as ‘country squeezing in the most peeps’. Tucker Carlson ousted. Miss USA and her 30 lbs moon costume. Wildfires in Kelowna and Hawaii. Macron tinkers with retirement age of the French. Paltrow can’t ski. Big Red Boots. Bob Barker leaves us. Alabama mom delivers 2 babies from her 2 uteruses in 2 days. Charles III. Ukrainian counteroffensive against Russian forces as the war drags on. Taylor Swift is Time’s Person of the Year. African ‘coup belt’. Flo-Jo dies in her sleep. Chinese spy balloon shot down. Hollywood writers strike. Human ‘nice mugshot’ Shitstain and his 91 indictments. Highest interest rates in 2 decades. The Bear’s Christmas episode. War in Gaza. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Alex Murdaugh. Ocean Cleanup removes 25 000 lbs of trash from the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Vase purchased for $3.99 sells for $100 000 at auction. Barbenheimer. A third of Pakistan is flooded. Lionel Messi is the GOAT. Travis Kelce. The Sphere opens in Las Vegas. Regulators seized Silicon Valley Bank and Signature Bank, resulting in two of the three largest bank failures in U.S. history. “The Woman In Me”. WHO declares COVID ain’t a thing no more. Titan sub sinks, rich people die. Matthew Perry drowns. Dumbledore Dies (again). Massive sales of ‘Fuck Trudeau’ flags for jacked-up micro-dick trucks. Everything Everywhere All At Once. June-August was the hottest three-month period in recorded history across the Earth. Tina Turner dies. And the Beatles release a new song?! Wow… You got big shoes to fill 2024.

Archives for context:

2020

Kobe. Pandemic. Lockdown. Koalas on fire. Harry and Meg retire. Toilet paper hoarding. Alcoholism. Impeach the f*cker. Parasite. Bonnie Henry. Tiger King. Working from home. Sourdough bread. Harvey Weinstein guilty. Zoom overdose. Dip your body in sanitizer. 6 feet. Quarantine. OK Boomer. Home schooling (everyone passes). Murder hornets. Dolly Parton. Don’t hug, kiss or see anybody, especially your family. Chris Evans’ junk. TikTok. Glory holes. Face masks. CERB. West Coast wildfires. Stay home. Small Businesses lose, big box stores win. F*ck Bozos. ‘Dreams’ and cranberry juice. Close yoga studios, but thumbs up to your local gym. Speak moistly to me. George Floyd. BLM. F*ck Trump. Phase 2, 3 and Summer. RBG. Baby Yoda. Biden wins. Bond and Black Panther die. No more lockdown. Back to school and work. Just kidding... giddy up round 2. Giuliani leaks shit from his head. Resurgence of chess. UFOs are real. Restrictions. Dave Grohl admits defeat. Monolith. “F*ck... forgot my mask in the car”. No Christmas shenanigans allowed. Bubbles. Alex Trebek. Use the term ‘dumpster fire’ one too many times. Jupiter and Saturn form 'Christmas Star'. Happy New Year Bitches!!!! 2021... you better not sh*t the bed!!

2021

“We love you, you’re very special”. Failed coup attempt at the Capital. Twitter, FB and IG ban Donny. Hammerin’ Hank goes to the Field of Dreams. Bozo no longer richest man but still a twat. Leachman, Tyson, and Holbrook pass. The economy is worse than expected. Kim and Kanye split. Brood X cicadas. Dre has an aneurysm and nearly has his home broken into. Bridgerton. MyPillow CEO is a douche. Covid restrictions extended indefinitely. Captain Von Trapp dies. Proud Boys officially a Terrorist Organization. Richard Ramirez. Cancer takes Screech. Travel bans. Impeachment trial (again?… oh and this was barely February? WTF??!!) Suez Canal blockage. Myanmar protest. Kong dukes it out with Godzilla, while Raya watches. Olympics. Friends compare elective surgeries. F9. Canada Women’s Soccer Gold. Free Britney. Multiverses. Residential Schools in Canada unearth children’s bodies. Kate is Mare of Easttown. Cuomo resigns. Disney and Dwayne cruise together. Wildfires. Delta variants. Musk passes Bezos. Candyman x 5. Capt. Kirk goes to space. F*ck Kyle Rittenhouse. Astros didn’t win. Squid Game. Goodbye Bond. Dune is redone. Angelina is Eternal. Astroworld deaths. Meta. Omicron. Three Spidermen. Tornados in December? World Juniors cancelled. Pills against Covid. School opening delayed. And Betty White dies. 2022… my expectations are ridiculously low…

2022

Wow… eight billion people. Queen Elizabeth II passes away after ruling the Commonwealth before dirt was invented. The monkeypox. Russia plays the role of global a**hole. Wordle. Mother Nature rocks Afghanistan. Hover bike. Styles spits on Pine. Olivia Newton John, Kristie Alley, and Coolio leave us. Pele was traded to team Heaven. FTX implodes. Madonna and the 3-D model of her vagina. Pig gives his heart to a human. Beijing can brag that it is the first city ever to host both the Summer Olympics and Winter Olympics. Uvalde. $3 trillion Apple. Keith Raniere gets 120 years. The Whisky War ends with Canada and Denmark going halfsies. Mar-a-Lago. Nick Cannon brood hits a dozen. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Inflation goes through the roof (if you can actually afford to put a roof over your head). Volodymyr Zelensky. European heat wave. Bennifer. Salman Rushdie is stabbed on stage, Dave Chappelle tackled, and Chris Rock is only slapped. Thích Nhất Hạnh. Heidi Klum goes full slug. Cuba knocked out by Ian. Liz Truss and 4.1 Scaramuccis. Taylor Swift breaks Ticketmaster. Human shitstain Elon Musk ignores helping mankind and buys Twitter instead. Riri becomes a mommy. NASA launches Artemis 1. Trump still a whiny little b*tch. Music lost Loretta Lynn, Christine McVie, and Meat Loaf. Democracy died at least three times. Pete Davidson continues to date hottest women on the planet (no one understands how?!) Microplastics in our blood. Alex Jones is a c*nt. So is DeSantis. Argentina wins the World Cup. Meghan and Harry. Eddie Munson rips Metallica in the Upside Down. tWitch. Roe vs Wade is overturned by the micro dick energy of the Supreme Court. CODA. James Corden shows he is a "tiny Cretin of a man". Amber (and the sh*t on the bed) Heard (round the world). Sebastian Bear-McClard proves he’s one of the f*cking dumbest men alive. Latin America's ‘pink tide’. Anti-Semitic rants by Ye. Bob Saget. A verified blue checkmark. Godmother of punk Vivienne dies. And, Tom Cruise feels the need for speed yet again. 2023… whatcha got for us?!? Nothing shocks me anymore.

@daily-esprit-descalier

#me #my words #doodles

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andmaybegayer · 3 months

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Last Monday of the Week 2024-02-26

Critical vegetable issue (ran out of spicy chilies and my farmers market still hasn't reopened)

Listening: A Lunch Between Order and Chaos, an avant-garde strings album by a bunch of people. Here's "Unison"

Do you like songs that sound like they go on forever? Do you like songs that make you think of the formal descriptions of impressionist art? Do you like someone who is very good at the violin playing some shit that you would never think to play on the violin? Well I have an album for you.

Watching: Some more Gundam, also, I have to link the Friends at the Table stream vods for Keith and Jack playing Crusader Kings 3.

youtube

Obsessed. I think I might understand Crusader Kings now.

Reading: Bah, bad week. Rifling through my short sci-fi story collections but nothing that caught my eye. I need to get something new from my kobo wishlist.

Playing: No dark souls, amazingly! I fell into an Inscryption hole playing Kaycee's mod. It took a while to get back into it but I finally got a full clear. I got an ouroboros and the necessary cards to do an infinite boost on the ouroboros damage, where you sacrifice it over and over. Learning a lot of things about how to play Inscryption that I never picked up in the main game, I deeply undervalued black goats and beehives before.

Making: Spent a LOT of time on the NAS case. Had to babysit the printer over a couple days to get the print through, mostly without incident except for the one time it popped off the plate and crashed the printhead a few hours into a print. Sorted out bed heating and insulation and now it's fine.

That is coming along, doing a lot of reading on painting and also a brief detour into composite skinning because I considered that. Not doing that but there's a local company that makes a heat-resistant PLA that I might use to try and do composite skinning projects.

Designs for the NAS are basically done. I might do a different top cap but for now reusing the same cap on the top and bottom is probably fine. This is false-colour for clarity, it's all black PETG (although the caps might be PLA. I'll see.)

Now it's a matter of printing final parts, sanding, painting, and making sure I have all the fasteners I need for said things.

Tools and Equipment: I have a set of culinary long tweezers that I keep around ostensibly for microscopy shit and I am constantly using them for everything. Grabbing stuff that falls under couches, detaching plastic from printbeds, extending my reach by a few centimeters, yanking on jammed needles in quilting. Really quite useful.

#last monday of the week #Bandcamp #Youtube

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 9 months

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Pontiac GTO

As one of the most sought-after members of the muscle car realm, Pontiac GTOs are a big draw among ardent collectors and casual fans of classic cars alike. This slick 1971 Pontiac GTO, with its recently rebuilt and punched-up 400 V8 motor, is the beneficiary of a comprehensive restoration that's left it not only looking great, but in outstanding running condition, taking that already magnetic attraction and ratcheting it up more than a few notches. And whether you prefer to call it 'The Tiger' or 'The Goat', it's a beast in the streets either way.

Just a quick glance at this classic will leave you with the indelible impression that this is one seriously clean, straight and solid cruiser. It's likely been pampered a good portion of its life, as its flush fitting panels are all very straight, and the body gaps and sheetmetal creases are as the factory intended. This GOAT has been restored with an eye toward showmanship, and it certainly looks the part with its collection of clean, tight lines that you'll encounter from the hood, the sporty fenders and doors, and that iconic rear end – all of which serve as proof to how thorough the restoration was. The eye-popping Maroon Metallic finish is a wonderfully bright upgrade over the factory Castillian Bronze this GTO was born with, looking liquid-smooth and consistent from front to back, with an impressive shine from its clearcoat. With a deep, lustrous finish accented by shiny metallic flake that's evenly dispersed throughout the body, this car attracts loads of attention everywhere it goes. It's a top driver-quality finish that can be shown off with pride, and when it glitters in the sun you get to sit back and watch the envious gather everywhere you go. The badging on the front grille and decaled emblems on the decklid and fenders are sharp, combining with very clear glass, a commanding rear spoiler, and straight front and back bumpers that drive home the point that no stone was left unturned in bringing this venerable muscle car back up to its optimum condition.

There's quite an impressive black vinyl interior sitting inside, which in our opinion is a perfect complement to the vivid bodywork. It's also been refurbished and mostly kept in its original configuration - save for a set of Dakota Digital gauges - to provide the rewarding and era-appropriate driving environment classic car enthusiasts look for. The broad buckets up front and bench seat in back show virtually no wear at all and still have a fresh shine to them, and because the covers are high-quality Legend units, they'll look this good for a very long time. A clean expanse of black carpet runs underneath the seating and keeps the asphalt temperatures and road noise at bay, the matching door panels are handsome and blemish-free, and the taut headliner above completes the whole package. Peer through the 3-spoke woodrimmed steering wheel and you'll see the original gauge cluster, although now the pods are filled with a full complement of Dakota Digital gauges. The original radio is long gone, although the machine-turned panel on the dash is still in place and looks great, and the factory A/C system has been upgraded to use modern refrigerant and blows hard and cold. A middle console splits the front buckets and houses the shifter for the automatic transmission below, and the condition of the rear seat suggests it's barely been used. A full-size spare tire wrapped around a matching aftermarket rim and an original jack set sit in the spacious trunk out back, whose floor has been treated for scuff protection with black spatter paint.

The YS code 400 cubic inch V8 sitting under the hood has been driven less than 500 miles since its full rebuild, and it runs with a smoothness and consistency that makes it very much up to the task of daily driving, if you should so choose. Augmented with Edelbrock aluminum heads, a Holley double pumper 4-barrel carburetor, Edelbrock aluminum intake, and a set of ceramic-coated headers, the engine is very powerful with performance that's delivered instantly up and down the throttle. It's paired with a TH400 3-speed automatic transmission that handles the power with ease thanks to an added 2800 stall convertor, shifting with plenty of certainty followed by the sturdy Auburn Gear 10-bolt rear end out back. With both power steering and power 4-wheel disc brakes in tow, this is an easy driver, and this Poncho handles great thanks to new suspension components front and rear, sway bars, and all-new steering components. The soundtrack is great too, with a 3-inch H-pipe dual exhaust system anchored with Flowmaster mufflers doing most of the barking. Should you desire any more proof of just how well-put together and cared for this GTO is, take a glance underneath - you'll find a very well attended to undercarriage there. This GOAT sits on a set of 17" Vision Legend series wheels that are outfitted with 245/50/17 performance radials.

#car #cars #muscle car #american muscle #pontiac gto #pontiac #gto

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daringdoombringer · 2 months

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explaining my Skylander ocs terribly go

Cyroblast: basically froze to death and now doesn’t have a mouth for some reason

Spellfire: sentient fire who was given a suit of armor by a stranger

Raystrike: nervous bird princess who ran from an arranged marriage to be gay

Foreclash: incectoid cloud spirt who got teleported into a cave

Oil Jack: chaotic gremlin with a dangerous stick

Cool Factor: frost elf who got cursed with dragon powers

Heat Stroke: fire fox who helped the swap force destroy evilizers

Trick Black: enby magician that pulled an uno reverse on a millionaire

Mecha Quad: mechanic who rebuilt his legs out of spite

Shield Shocker: dragon prince with daddy issues

Ground Pound: goat

Spring Bloom: hoot loop zapped a tree and they exist now

Shade Ace: pilot turned necromancer who cursed himself by accident

Treasure Trove: Goldling pirate captain who was accidentally revived by mind magic

Silvan: cursed jungle faun who kinda just vibes idk

Mage Mantis: still barely has any backstory even for an SL Oc other than they kinda adopt Silvan

#this has been in drafts idk how long😭#skylanders oc #Skylanders #original characters #doombringers art children

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vanana-r0tat3 · 1 year

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another post because i have illness of the brain BATIM/BATDR characters and songs that remind me of them!! theres ah. quite a lot oops.. idk if some of these are ooc but idc 🕺

here's a playlist if youd like to listen to all the songs in the order ive listed

Joey Drew: The Main Character - Will Wood Mr. Big Shot - Anarbor Ruler of Everything - Tally Hall Fear & Delight - The Correspondents (go watch the music video btw its like a baby sensory video for people with autism /hj) What I Want - The Living Tombstone Dead Inside - Younger Hunger Art is Dead - Bo Burnham Sin Triangle - Sidney Gish Young Stars - The Struts Ghost - Nelward Everybody Likes You - Lemon Demon Season 2 Episode 3 - Glass Animals Pools - Glass Animals Money On My Mind - UPSAHL Wrecking Ball - Mother Mother Jesus Don't Like That I'm Gay but Satans Cool With it - Lil Boodang

Other characters below the cut :)

Henry Stein: Rules - The Hoosiers Community Gardens - The Scary Jokes All the Dying - Mother Mother Make the Grade - Jack Conte Black Swan - The Struts Stress - UPSAHL Clockwork - Palaye Royale Don't Panic - Coldplay Nightmare - Set It Off Frying Pan - Mother Mother

Sammy Lawrence: Homunculus - Trickle God's Whisper - Raury Your body, My temple - Will Wood Touch Tone Telephone - Lemon Demon SPLIT! - Jhariah This Is Love - Air Traffic Controller UP TO SNUFF! (I'm On Fire) - atsuover People I Don't Like - UPSAHL What Good Am I - Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards Hospital - The Used phony - kafu (Will Stetson Cover) (my bf suggested this one!)

Audrey: Could Have Been Me - The Struts Mr. Maker - Crimson Apple Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land - MARINA Imposter Syndrome - Sidney Gish

The Ink Demon: still feel. - half•alive Cabinet man - Lemon Demon It's All So Incredibly Loud - Glass Animals Punching Bag - Palaye Royale Gestapo - Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards Terrible Ride - The Queenstons Boogieman - Sock.clip (YES I KNOW THIS IS AN FNF SONG FIGHT ME) Monster - Bassetfilms (yes yes another fnf song LISTEN lemon demon/monster fits for the ink demon leave me alone im right) What You Do - The Queenstons Bad Blood - Creature Feature Inside of You, In Spite of You - ThouShaltNot

Buddy Lewek: Soda - Nothing But Thieves No Love in LA - Palaye Royale Radio - Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards Let Me Down Slowly - Alec Benjamin Why Worry - Set It Off Fine, Great - ModernBaseball

Malice/Twisted Alice: Snuff Out the Light - Eartha Kitt Miss Baltimore Crabs - Hairspray OST Kill Your Darling - Cloudy June

Henry & Joey: You're All Scotch No Soda - Sarah and the Safe Word Lost Kitten - Metric The Ol' Switcheroo - The Struts I Know You Better Than That - Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards Sick On Seventh Street - Sarah and the Safe Word You'll Be Gone - Yonkagor Pork Soda - Glass Animals One Big Beautiful Sound - Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards Fallacy - Yonkagor Your Love (Déjà Vu) - Glass Animals Skeleton Song - Kate Nash Oleander - Mother Mother Drink - Destroy Boys No Children - The Maintain Goats

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brigdh · 10 months

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Okay, everyone knows Tallahassee by the Mountain Goats is the ultimate Ed/Izzy album, but why is no one talking about how Transcendental Youth is Ed/Jack???

I mean:

Do every stupid thing that makes you feel alive Do every stupid thing to try to drive the dark away Let people call you crazy for the choices that you make Climb limits past the limits, jump in front of trains all day

Or:

Mistreat your altar boys long enough And this is what you get Sad and angry, can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave

Or:

Room full of ambitious young policemen Everybody trying to make his mark I was a red dot blinking on a screen up overhead. Live like an outlaw Clutching gold coins in his claw

Or:

Hear my rivals on the western wind Hard to know who might or might not be your friend Beam of the flash-light All night in the woods Hunt us like dogs And then string us up for good Lead us to the beach by our hands And bury us there in the sand Or:

So many so-called friends Working for the government (I MEAN. This song is even called ‘Counterfeit Florida Plates’!)

Or:

Something sacred, something blue Cannons in the harbor dawn I crawled down here to dig for bones One more season then I'm gone Black drapes over the crosses Call in a favor from an old friend

#okay I will also accept an argument for 'We Shall All Be Healed' but that's for another post #our flag means death #I love the mountain goats #ofmd calico jack #why is there no ship name for Ed x Jack? this seems deeply unfair

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oonajaeadira · 1 year

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For the Love of Fic: January 10

This fandom is severely prolific and I am a slooooowwwww reader. I envy those of you that can read fast (even moreso those who can write fast). I throw my hands up on trying to keep up. I do what I can.

But I did love a fair few this week...

🪐 = Year of Themed Creations work!

MAXWELL LORD

I Wish You Worked by @missredherring 🪐 Rachel starts off strong on her Year of Wishes with this Max!Genie AU. Begining with one of my favorite crystals--a champagney, honeyed citrine--we get to feel the pull toward the stone, the longing for something more, and when there’s reason to yearn for the happiness and prosperity the stone is meant to deliver, our hero makes a glorious appearance. I am not a Maxwell stan, but I have the feeling that Rachel’s gonna make me see the light.

PERO TOVAR

And You Would Be There Too by @leslie-lyman Tess and Pero from Stranger at My Gate returns and I’m so frikin happy I could and did and will again scream. Leslie ruined me for life by putting him in a black cable-knit sweater in a light snowfall and I really cannot put that image out of my mind. This little check in with them deals with feelings of jealousy and claiming, and in all the right ways. It’s spicy and sweet together and that’s my favorite flavor combo. Tess isn’t the only witch who can cook it up, I see.

EZRA

Kernow - Postcards by @honestly-shite A bite-sized peek in at painter Ezra and his lady, in a bitingly-chilly morning while he’s fixing her a bite to eat. But all he wants to do is take her everywhere. It’s a simple moment, pretty and sweet and hot and I want to live in it forever.

MARCUS PIKE

The Saltwater Room (i): Saw You In The Low Light by @chaoticgeminate 🪐 So the first of her video game AUs is based on Raft, which seems like a fascinating game of sailing a flooded world in search of resources. Coming upon a strange man who is unconcious and tied up on his own raft could mean danger, but I’m glad the reader takes a chance on him. Excited to see what’s next...

Closing Time by @insomniamamma 🪐 It’s not a great new years--he’s getting dragged out by his coworkers and she’s been dumped by her boyfriend just minutes before midnight. But the way they find each other in a bar, the way they find someone to cling to and lean on, the offer of blueberry pancakes...this has my little heart melting over Mr. Perfect Boyfriend.

DIETER BRAVO

Afterpary Blues by @ghostofskywalker 🪐 Even if it started as a PR relationship, even if he can be a bit of a disaster, and even if their agents can’t agree, I 100% it’s in the reader’s best interest to take him back. I mean. I would. Especially if I knew he was jealous of me dancing with someone else....

Interlude: Bravo, Bravo, Bravo by @elegantmusicdragon A quick and precious installment in the animal trainer series (and yes, Margie the goat is present and being sweet). There is one question being asked. One question. And Dieter keeps skirting it. His answer broke me... 😂

DIN DJARIN

untitled by @unhinged-summer-fun This chef!Din x critic!reader piece made me feel so so much. I’m still sitting here shocked by it. When a make-or-break food critic comes to Din’s place of work he isn’t bothered so much about what she’s going to say as what she feels. It’s such a visceral piece, tasty and warm, and I’m just sitting here thinking... more.

JAVIER PEÑA

Naughty List: A Pedrostories Secret Santa Gift Fic! by @something-tofightfor After everything he’s been through, Javi needs time to settle into accepting his feelings...just like the reader needs to settle into being intimate with the prettiest agent to come on back to Loredo. Hence a naughty list, and his complete and sweet acceptance of everything she asks of him. And I melt.

JACK DANIELS

Lovely Weather by @the-blind-assassin-12 The way he plans this getaway for his lady, the care he takes in preparing surprises, the delight he gets in seeing her happy, the absolute perfection this man is when he loves someone. I want it. I want it all. What a perfect Christmas.

Over Ice by @haylzcyon My gods, I love the fluff here. Fake marriage is a normal Spy Thing™, but it also might just be the thing that convinces someone to see you as true potential. I mean, especially when you add in hot chocolate and ice skating and a good heaping of yearning-in-denial. I would love to get paired up with Whiskey in the field--he’d never let you fall. Nor, it seems, you him. And can Halyz write a good kiss? Mm!! *fans self*

FRANKIE MORALES

Let it Snow (ii) by @ezrasbirdie and @lowlights A lot happens in this chapter and much of it is sweet and cute and these two getting to know each other a lot better. There’s some mistletoe and some outdoor activities. Some past-sharing and some warmth-sharing. But I gotta say that Alba and Ollie Clark are my new favorite couple and I love their meddling. I would love to spend Christmas with them. It would be, as the kids say, “a hoot.” But many feels were had in this fic, including some hard ones at the end of this chapter and I’m giving the loving stink-eye to Birdie and Laura until the next chapter....

JAVI GUTIERREZ

Happy New Year by @toomanystoriessolittletime This is such an easy meet-cute, a simple evening of falling for each other, a want-to-know-you-better first date. The fact that he’s willing to meet her where she is--literally--just to take her out to dinner has my heart swooning...

GUEST STAR BLORBOS (DAVID HARBOUR EDITION)

NIKAMUND THE RED

Santa Baby by @writeforfandoms Okay, it hurts me to say that I’ve got a yearning for Santa...but it’s Violent Night Santa whose a bloody Viking and is broad and brawny and cynical and covered in tattoos and I can’t help it. And then Jen goes and writes a smut with him and I’m kind of in a tailspin....

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ganymede-princess · 22 days

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The Craving | Jack Conroy (Pt. 2)

PART 1

ship: Jack Conroy x fem!OC

warnings: n/a

summary: Jack meets a musher girl on his first day in Alaska.

word count: 2105

a/n:

written by @ganymede-princess

Mushing with Jack Conroy made the Yukon come alive. I learned that on our first day out. It was as if the cruel, gnarled landscape transformed into a land of fairies as it passed through his eyes; and slowly, slowly, I began to see it too. The rolling fields of white began to glitter as if full of diamond crumbs as he trudged across them. Stones burst up from beneath the shimmering layer and became black obelisks as he wiped away the snow, marking a witch’s way. Silent owls and scurrying lemmings turned into forest sprites under his wondrous eye. I had never known a boy to carry magic in his pocket like he did, and I felt myself consumed with a mission to protect his optimism. It became a balancing act between guarding his body or his spirit. Often, I chose the body, for what is a soul with no vessel. When I scouted out our flanks and found huge pawprints gouged into the snow and fur snagged on a scraggly gorse bush, I couldn’t bare to frighten him with tales of snapping jaws and meat-stinking spittle, so I simply berated him for falling so far behind and dragged him back to the sled. Of course, he found out soon enough and turned timid for the rest of the day.

That night, I found myself observing a fight simmering between Jack and Alex. The frontier was a cruel mistress who had made Alex short tempered and unyielding; he felt Jack’s foolhardy nature itching him like a bedbug sore, as if any scrap of optimism was an insult to the suffering he had faced. Our night began calmly enough. We tied up the dogs and gathered enough dry wood for a fire, then sat around it to eat our salt beef, beans, and dried fruit. We had rice pudding in a can too, but Alex and I agreed we ought to save it for a rainy day. After that, Skunker hung a bucket of fish over the fire to thaw for the dogs, and Jack set about brushing his teeth.

“Got that tarp a little close to the fire, don’t you?” Alex’s voice was measured, but I could sense his irritation.

“Don’t wanna freeze to death.” Jack responded cheerfully. The meal and the fire had warmed up his spirits.

Alex said nothing in response, but sat down and watched him, seemingly waiting for the thing to catch alight. I picked my teeth with my thumbnail and stayed quiet. This was a man’s game, and I had no desire to stick my nose into it.

“What’s he doin?” Skunker sat by Alex and squinted as the boy scrubbed his mouth out.

“Cleaning his teeth.” He sipped his tea, eyes still trained on the sleeping tarp.

“How’d they get dirty?”

“C’mon, Skunker, you seen me do that.” I said, trying to alleviate some of the tension. I sucked a piece of beef gristle from my teeth and pointedly pulled out my own toothbrush from my rucksack.

“Well, you’re a lady.”

“Really, I hadn’t noticed.” I filled my cup with snow and nestled it in the embers at the edge of the fire to melt. “And cavities are the manliest of illnesses, right?”

Skunker stuck his hands up in surrender, making Jack chuckle. The sound of his laugh warmed me better than the fire. I paused for a moment to admire the orange light as it flickered on his face. He turned around and spat, and in that moment his tarp caught alight. He leapt to his feet and stamped on it to no avail, but Skunker came to rescue and dumped some fish water on it. I stifled a gag at the stink of charred wool and fish guts, sticking my toothbrush in my mouth to mask it with mint. Poor Jackie. Skunker grabbed up the few fish that fell out and said his apologies.

“Told you, too close to the fire.” Alex said, eyebrows raised in a challenge.

Jack smirked, shrugged humbly and sat down to finish his teeth. Nothing seemed to faze this boy, and I could see that Alex’s goat was well and truly gotten. His bad attitude only got worse when we all shared a laugh at Jack’s frozen-solid toothbrush.

“Nice weather.” He guffawed, showing me his beautiful, stupid smile. My face broke into a grin before I could stop it and I had to quickly turn around to spit before I drooled white foam all down the front of me.

The thing that finally set Alex off was Jack having the audacity to read a book. I caught his face darkening beneath his hat, and as he rose I felt a terrible sense of foreboding. I set my toothbrush aside and crossed my arms to watch as he strode over, grabbed Jack’s pack and started scattering the books about the snow. There were heaps of them. I couldn’t believe we had been hauling around that much dead weight.

“What are you doing?” Jack hadn’t even had the chance to get angry yet.

“Only things my dogs drag are things we need.”

Jack’s eyes widened incredulously, and it took him a full second to comprehend what was happening.

“That’s my property!”

“You want ‘em?” He dropped a book right in my lap and tossed the bag at Jack. “You carry ‘em.”

“Hold it, hold it, hold it.” Skunker emerged between them, wielding the fish pail. “I’m gonna feed the dogs, fellas. You’re not gonna kill each other while I’m gone, are ya?”

“We’ll wait ‘til you come back.” Alex grumbled.

They glared at one another for a moment, then Jack sat down and kept reading, leaving his books strewn about camp. Alex started twanging his mouth harp, seemingly just to distract the boy from his book. They were both getting on my last nerve. I took a look at the book in my lap. It was brown, clothbound and had an engraving of a cat with wings and a man’s face on the front. I got to my feet and picked up another book.

“Alex is right, y’know.” I said casually, ambling over to pick up another one. “Even if I think he’s being an asshole-” I turned around and tossed the word over my shoulder. “-about it. But you should think about losin’ some of these. They’re weighin’ us down.”

Jack stayed quiet, glaring up at me in indignation. I handed him the first book and he snatched it ferociously from my hand. A surge of anger took hold of me, but I set my teeth and swallowed it. I held the next book out for him, and when he went to grab it, I pulled it away. His eyes flared, and then settled. I stared him down for a long moment before I held it out again. His hand reached gently for it, then yanked it away when he had me unawares.

“Hey!” I snarled and chucked the last book in his face. “Pick the rest up yourself if you’re gonna act like that! Ungrateful child.”

“I’m older than you!” It seemed my last comment got to him.

“Yeah, well act like it then.”

I wrapped up my sleeping mat that laid beside his and moved it to a clear spot beside the fire. I sat with my back facing him, heart hammering with wrath. I picked at my nails, chewing at the dead skin on the side of my right thumb, wishing I had something more significant to rip to pieces. I was furious to think I had let this kid grab a hold of my heart when he was still acting like a spoiled little brat. Rich city boy. I thought. Clinging to your books and your fantasies and weighing us down when every pound counts out here!

Skunker returned soon after, muttering agitatedly under his breath, leading Digger along by his harness.

“What are you mumbling about?” Alex lolled his head to the side.

“I had seven fish for seven dogs, and Digger didn't get fed.” Skunker fretted, stroking Digger’s ivory fur. “I swear there was a wolf in with the dogs! And I fed the damn thing!”

“How would a wolf get in with the dogs?” I cast a quick glance at Jack whose eyes were wide and fearful. I felt a prick of annoyance. Surely he doesn’t believe this horseshit? How green can you get?

“He’s dreaming again.” Alex assured him.

I got to my feet and picked my way over to check Digger over myself. He seemed happy enough, if a little annoyed at the absence of food.

“Maybe you mis-counted.” I offered.

“No. No, there was definitely seven.” He shook his head emphatically.

“Poor Digger. He doesn’t seem upset, though. Surely a wolf would frighten ‘em.”

“Your bitch is half wolf, maybe they’re used to the smell.”

“Maybe. Shall we give him some canned stuff?”

“Yeah.” Skunker agreed. “Be quicker to thaw.”

I looked him over one more time, and was about to go and check on Connie when I felt a hand on my upper arm. It was Jack, holding a stick of jerky and smiling apologetically.

“For Digger.” He said softly. “To keep him going ‘til his real food.”

“Thanks.” I took the stick and avoided his eyes, still annoyed with his prior rudeness and now flustered at the softness of his cheek in the firelight. I picked the jerky to pieces and fed it to Digger slowly, making him chew it.

“Um.” Jack said, still lingering beside me. I turned, not enough to see him, but enough to show I was listening. He paused for a second. “Uh, Quinn?”

“Mm?”

“I, um.” He took a deep breath and continued in a very formal voice. ”I apologise for my previous actions before, at the fire.”

I looked up at him. His eyebrows were lifted expectantly, though I read true remorse on his face.

“Okay.” I wiped the dog slobber off on the snow, cast a quick glance at the other dogs who were now happily fed and settling in for the night. Satisfied and not willing to disturb them, I marched over and took up Jack’s tarp.

“Hey!” He said, an accusatory edge to his voice. I looked up, irritated he would think I might do something to damage it, especially since it had already been spoiled with fish juice.

“Hey yourself.”

I laid the tarp out on a rock and piled a few handfuls of snow onto the stained piece, then took up a rock and started to scrape it down.

“Oh… sorry.” He ran a hand threw his hair, smiling bashfully.

“I ain’t out to get ya.” I grunted, looking down to hide the redness on my face. “What’re ya reading?”

“Oh, it’s uh, it’s called A Journey to the Centre of the Earth.” He pulled the book from his pocket and made his way over to show me. It was a thick thing, brown, with a beautiful gold illumination on the front. I looked at it close and saw it was a picture of three people on a raft, one holding what seemed to be a torch. “It’s an adventure story about a professor and his nephew who travel down a volcano into the Earth’s core, which turns out to be hollow and full of all sorts of weird creatures.”

“My… Do you s’pose it’s really like that?” I replaced the snow and scraped it down again.

“Who knows?” He chuckled. “When we were walking today I couldn’t stop imagining the snow collapsing under me and falling down into the underworld. Who knows what’s down there?”

“Well, if the volcano at Alligator Lake is any indicator, I suspect it's naught but hot gravy down there.”

“Gravy?” He giggled, tongue between his teeth. “I guess you’re right, but where’s the fun in that?”

“Nowhere, I s’pose.” I tossed away the rock and dug around in my inside pockets until I found my mother’s lavender oil. There was still a little there, so I sacrificed a drop to help mask the reek of the tarp. “You oughta read me some tonight, since I cleaned your bed up real nice. Help me sleep.”

“Sure.” His face lit up in a grin so wide I could see both rows of his teeth. “Will you move your tarp back over? I won’t be such a jackass, I promise.”

“Course you won’t.” I strolled by him on my way to collect my tarp. His eyes followed me, then my hand as it ran along his shoulder as I passed. “You might stink like one, though.”

#ethan hawke #ethan hawke x reader #jack conroy #jack conroy x reader #white fang #white fang 1991 #todd anderson x reader

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satureja13 · 4 months

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It's sunday and Saiwa is taking a day off from working all week long on their game and the device to send messages and produce over to the Muggle World. Today he's going to spend all day trying to bring Kiyoshi back! Since the day he started talking a few days ago Saiwa is pondering about things that could trigger his way back. And then he remembered the Cat Café. And how Kiyoshi had reacted on the cats. Goats are animals too and so they went to care for the goats. And really. Kiyoshi hugged his Little Goat!

And again he exitedly mumbled something that sounded like 'I like Bird!'... Saiwa sighs. He knows that Kiyoshi needs time to adjust to this world and even to how time passes here. Spending a few decades as a tree surely messed him up. But it's time he comes back and they can talk to each other and set things right. Saiwa can't be Kiyoshi's 'Bird'...

Kiyoshi wasn't around that often to get to know him very well and he kept his life mostly a secret but Saiwa remembered something else. He took Kiyoshi over to Jack's Nectar Shop.

Saiwa: "Jack, do you remember your wine and cheese cellar at the Invisible Farm? Kiyoshi loved to be there and make his cheese!" Sure, he loved to be there, but mostly to secretly make out with Jack... But he can't tell Saiwa this -.- He swore by his life he'd never tell anyone. It's time Kiyoshi comes back to set things right. He'll never be able to heal if he can't talk with his friends about what happened between them.

Saiwa started making cheese and it seems to make Kiyoshi happy. Of course it does -.- He was babbling all the time, just no one could understand a single word. As if he was mumbling in his sleep.

Sai left them alone for a few minutes to go to the bathroom (alone!) Jack to Kiyoshi: "I knew since you left the farm that you are Saiwa's fated mate. I just don't understand why you did all this with me then. Was I just a substitute for Saiwa? Did you really step back so Sai and Jeb could be together? End this uncertainty. Come back and set things right. We are hurting. I'm just trying to get over us. It's so painful, you can't imagine."

When Sai was back, Jack went over to his houseboat to give Ji Ho 'Lessons in how to love Vlad' again ^^' Today they are talking about Vlad's qualities.

Jack: "... and he's so talented! He's an amazing writer and painter. And you won't believe me when I say this, but he can really be funny! And he's so handsome! And he's a good kisser!" Ji Ho: "Vlad is utterly beautiful. I was stunned when I first saw him..." Jack: "And then he hissed at you and was mean..." Ji Ho sighed: "And then he hissed at me and was mean... But I agree, he's a fantastic kisser."

Jack: "And I'm glad he has his black eyes back. The normal eyes were creepy. Do you think the Bond still tells him to kill us?" Vlad: "Not the Bond. But I somehow feel the urge to kill you, Jack..." Jack to Ji Ho: "He's just kidding ^^'" and to Vlad: "It's not wise to torpedo my efforts here!"

Vlad sighs. Why again was Jack his best friend? And why does he always have to overhear such conversations? This is so embarrassing! But Ji Ho thinks he's a fantastic kisser! And that he's 'utterly beautiful'! (And there he smiled :3 too bad no one witnesses it.)

Outtakes Caught Jeb watching TV when I logged in. With gritted teeth, like the cat below the TV ^^' Poor Jeb, he can't bear watching couples kissing while he's loosing his Giigs to Kiyoshi...

'Now, I'm lookin' to the sky to save me Lookin' for a sign of life Lookin' for somethin' to help me burn out bright And I'm lookin' for a complication Lookin' cause I'm tired of lyin' Make my way back home when I learn to fly high

I think I'm dyin' nursing patience It can wait one night I'd give it all away if you give me one last try We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life Run and tell the angels that everything's alright'

Learn to Fly - Foo Fighters (The MV is worth a watch! Witch Jack Black and Kyle Gass from Tenacious D!)

From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest 🛺 'Home happy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: 🛺 'Home crappy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 🌴 'The Expedition' from the beginning ▶️ here 🎤 'Putting the Boys Back together' from the beginning ▶️ here 🥀 'Disbandment of the Group' from the beginning ▶️ here

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All Hallows - Pumpkin Acres

Moving clockwise around the entry plaza, the next gate from Trick-or-Treat Village leads to Pumpkin Acres, a tiny agricultural town somewhere in the American Midwest (or is it the South, or Appalachia, or...?) during the fall harvest season. The gateway is asymmetrical, with a white fence bordering a cornfield on one side and a small green bearing a painted wooden sign welcoming visitors to the town on the other. The base of the sign is heaped with fall produce—not only pumpkins, but baskets of apples and flint corn, squashes and gourds, and sheaves of wheat.

The walkway leads directly to the town square, which is designed in a typical “historic downtown” style, with buildings reflecting a countrified version of the architecture of the early 1900s. The colors tend toward earth tones with white trim, and some of the buildings are very obviously converted barns. Every storefront window display is decorated with simple jack-o-lanterns, autumn leaf garlands, and other seasonal accents.

Near the center of the square is an old-fashioned message board. Attentive guests can peruse the board to pick up on some of the area lore (see Characters, below).

On the far side of the square from the entry point is an open field in which a “Harvest Fair” has been set up, with a few simple carnival rides and game booths.

The “period setting” of Pumpkin Acres is wholly contemporary, but the town is a bit behind the times in many ways. Everything looks at least somewhat old, but carefully maintained to last. The ambient music loop consists of country-western, bluegrass, and blues music, some of it explicitly Halloween-themed while other tunes are merely dark and somber in tone.

Characters

The characters of Pumpkin Acres are just plain folks...or are they? The key players are as follows:

Granny McGillicuddy: By any measure the matriarch of the town, Granny is pushing 80 but still spry and working her pumpkin farm, which produces some real monsters every year—one just won the top prize at the County Fair and can be viewed on her property as part of the Pumpkin Acres Haunted Hayride. She also owns the town's biggest restaurant, although she leaves the running of it to younger relatives these days.

Harry Palmer: The local kook, who recently spent the night in the drunk tank for an unspecified offense (again). He runs the petting farm and loves his animals so much you might well suspect him of being one of them!

Woody Braxton: The young man who runs the bookshop (and the public library), Woody is a self-certified expert in cryptids and other paranormal mysteries. Not that he believes any of that stuff, mind you—he just finds it a fascinating topic!

Jeannie Braxton: Woody's younger sister (late teens/early 20s), who does believe that stuff and is constantly getting into mild scrapes trying to prove it's real.

Attractions

Harry Palmer's Petting Farm: Come on in and meet Harry's beloved animals! There's Elvira the black sheep, Beelzebub the Manx Loaghtan goat, Midnight the Ayam Cemani chicken, and quite a few regular critters as well. For a small fee, you can even feed them, and despite some of the nastier rumors in town, they do not eat the souls of the living.

Swamp Boats: One of the more peaceful rides in All Hallows, a simple outdoor boat ride through a swampy landscape. There's eerie mist, mysterious sounds from distant sources, and some of the trees look a little like threatening monsters, but there are no overt jump-scares or other frights—the horror here is whatever guests bring with them and project into their surroundings.

Pumpkin Acres Haunted Hayride: The signature attraction of Pumpkin Acres, a track-bound dark ride with “haycart” vehicles that seat about 30. The haycart travels past scenes of fields and wooded spots containing tableaux implied to be built by the town residents for the occasion. They start out benign (cute scarecrows posed with farm equipment, obviously fake graveyards with ghost and skeleton props), but as the ride progresses, the tableaux become eerier and evidence mounts that something genuinely supernatural is going on. The climax of the ride occurs in Granny McGillicuddy's field, when her prize pumpkin suddenly lifts up off the ground as the head of a massive spirit-possessed scarecrow!

Corn Maze: A traditional corn maze—just a winding path through the stalks, with a motion-activated bogeys in strategic locations. Of course, if real corn were used then the maze would only be available in the appropriate season, so the actual structure is artificial cornstalks backed up by painted fencing to give a similar visual impression.

The Pumpkin Acres Town Fair: This is the name given to a collection of small attractions at one end of the town. There are simple carnival rides, the sorts of things that can be folded up and transported via tractor-trailer: a Tilt-a-Whirl with seats that look like caramel apples (the stick is the backrest), a “Witch's Cauldron Bounce,” a miniature spook house, and a pony ride. There are also some equally simple carnival game booths and a small stage where guests can sit on bales of hay and enjoy a bluegrass band.

Shops and Eateries

Pumpkin Patch: During the fall, guests can get their pumpkins for carving right at the theme park! As with other unwieldy purchases, they can be reserved and paid for up front, and then picked up on the way out. Decorative gourds, flint corn, and other attractive fall produce items are also available.

Country Costumes: The Pumpkin Acres costume shop offers costumes based on a variety of rural and farm archetypes. Some of these include: Cowboy/cowgirl, farm animals of various types, farmer, fruits and vegetables, granny/grandpa, pumpkin, ragdoll, redneck, scarecrow (friendly and scary varieties), and werewolf.

Sewing & Craft Shop: On the other hand, guests might prefer to get the supplies to make their own costumes. Due to space limitations, the stock of fabrics is not as large as it would be in a standard fabric store, and the actual bolts are not kept on the sales floor but in a cutting room in the back, with guests making their selections based on sample swatches. Patterns, notions and Halloween-themed craft kits can be taken right off the shelves.

Braxton Books: A small bookshop focusing on paranormal subjects and horror novels. Includes a reading nook for those who want to peruse before buying.

Granny McGillicuddy's Pie Barn: A counter-service restaurant with country-style cooking—fried chicken and chicken-fried steak, mashed potatoes, biscuits and gravy, and several flavors of pie, including pumpkin, apple, and boysenberry. Steamed vegetables and other less-heavy dishes round out the menu. Beverages include the standard array of soft drinks, bottled beer (limit one per customer), and hot apple cider.

Other

The back corner (on the right side, from the perspective of someone heading in from the entry plaza) of Pumpkin Acres is thickly planted with trees and shrubs, with a path that ultimately leads into Goblin Woods. (Marked on the map with a *.)

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