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onyxbird · 7 months

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Are you a professional pumpkin artist? I just saw the Miles one and holy shit. How did you do that?

Nope, just an amateur who really enjoys this art form and has been practicing it for years. 🤣 Thank you--that's very flattering!

The short(ish) version of how:

Plan out your design in advance, paying attention to how each shape that isn't fully cut out will be supported--it's a very specific art form. Tracing is good for getting a recognizable silhouette, and expect to spend a lot of time tweaking until you get it to both look good and be carvable. (Or use a proven design from someone else.)

Big pumpkins let you do more intricate designs without the pieces getting too fragile. (But they also take longer to scrape/carve.)

Scrape the pumpkin shell out pretty thin, especially if you have any peeled sections that need to shine through. I like to see the glow of the light source through the entire pumpkin shell, and it makes carving easier due to less material to saw through.

Have one full-size copy of the pattern to transfer onto the pumpkin (it will be destroyed) and another copy to look at. To transfer your pattern, tape the paper onto the pumpkin at a couple of places (e.g., top and bottom or left and right) and make cuts in the paper and overlap/tape the pieces down until the pattern conforms to the curvature of the pumpkin. Check that the design still looks right and supports are intact. Then use something like a thumbtack to punch through the paper and into the pumpkin rind along the cut lines to mark them as a series of little punctures.

Use the right carving tools--you want something like a pumpkin saw you get in pumpkin carving kits, not just a kitchen knife. Something like small wood carving chisels work for removing sections of rind.

Leave yourself plenty of time--scraping and carving always take longer than I think it will (multi-hour process at minimum), and you don't want to accidentally cut the wrong thing piece (or yourself!) because you were rushing.

More elaboration below the cut, because you activated special-interest mode I love this art form and hope more people will have fun with it!

Patterns:

The key constraints are that you only get 2 or 3 colors (depending if you're going to peel sections of the rind) and any shape that's not a full cutout has to be supported (not just connected, but connected by pieces study enough to hold it). That makes the the art form both tricky and really satisfying when you figure it out.

Nowadays I usually draft mine on the computer in black for intact peel, orange (for parts where I'm going to peel just the rind off), and yellow for cutouts, to make it easy to envision what the final product will look like. Then I flip the colors to something that won't use up all my printer toner to print it out (black to white, orange to light gray, yellow to medium gray). (E.g., my Sandman design)

Don't hesitate to trace stuff to get recognizable silhouettes! Miles was traced directly from an official image (I think a promotional image?). So were Dream from The Sandman design and Andy from The Old Guard (below). If you're using a computer program that supports image layers, keeping stuff on different layers is really useful for tweaking relative sizes and positions to get the silhouettes to work. For Miles, I had his traced image and the spiderweb on different layers and adjusted them independently to make sure his silhouette was clearly recognizable (e.g., his elbows/heels/etc. are visible against cutouts so that you can easily recognize how his body is positioned).

In terms of supports, a good example is my The Old Guard design (below). I tweaked the axe position and the overall sizing of the silhouette vs. the circle a lot before getting here. The axe just connects to the edge of the circle at the handle and one tip of the blade, and the other side of the blade touches her shoulder. That means the axe, which has the narrowest/most fragile pieces of pumpkin, is very well supported even though it reads as a distinct, separate shape. (Having it diagonal instead of horizontal also made the image more dynamic, which is a bonus. 😉)

Pumpkin prep:

Put something down to protect your work surface and catch the pumpkin scraps (multiple layers of big sheets of paper/newspaper work well--the moisture from pumpkin innards will soak through a single layer). I wash the outside of my pumpkin before cutting, both because I use some of the pumpkin for cooking and in hopes of delaying my hard work rotting away.

I prefer to cut the opening (with a kitchen knife) at the bottom of the pumpkin and display on a plate instead of cutting a "lid" around the stem. This means 1) no need to worry about the lid getting damaged or not sitting right, 2) you can somewhat adjust the angle at which your pumpkin sits based on how you cut it, and 3) your candle/light can sit on a flat surface and be lit before you set the pumpkin down on top instead of it sitting on uneven pumpkin interior and having to reach down from the top to place/light it.

Once you get most of the stringy "pumpkin guts" and seeds out, you can scrape down the pumpkin flesh to thin out the shell. My favorite tool for this is the edge of a round cookie/biscuit cutter about the size of my palm--I hold it on one side from the dull/folded-over edge and scrape with the cutting edge. The scraped pumpkin flesh comes off as sort of "fluffy" scrapings, which I use as-is in pumpkin bread (it also freezes well for later use--I usually get multiple pounds from scraping a large jack-o-lantern pumpkin).

Carving:

When you transfer your pattern onto the pumpkin with a thumbtack, the lines appear as a series of small punctures in the rind. For areas with intricate details, corners/sharp curves, or lines running close together, keep the spacing small; for long gentle curves or straight lines, you can space them farther apart. Keep an intact copy of the pattern close by to reference when interpreting the punctures later, and if you're having trouble seeing the marks, you can rub a little bit of flour over the surface to highlight the holes.

My pumpkin-carving saws are just from one of these kits, like the two saws on the right with the straight handles. They're held like a pencil and go straight in-and-out like a sewing-machine needle. The saws are really the only thing I use from the kits--IMO big metal spoons and my cookie cutter work much better than the plastic scoops and I prefer a thumbtack to the "poker" (I have no idea what the crayon is intended for).

When starting to carve, you'll be pushing/pulling on the area you're cutting, and everything you cut out weakens the shell of the pumpkin in that area, so be strategic--you don't want to be carving a section that's already tenuously supported. I generally start with peeled sections (which only remove the outer layer of rind and don't significantly weaken it) and small, finicky cutouts, and then I typically move from the center of the design outward. So for Miles, his (peeled) chest design and eyes probably came first, then the tiny spiderweb sections framing his body and the area between his legs, then the larger spiderweb sections working outward.

To peel, I use what I think were originally wood-carving tools. I use a sharp tool to slice just through the outer rind along the marked edges of the area, and then work a small chisel under the rind to peel it up in small chunks. (Thin lines are peeled with a little trough-shaped blade.) For cutouts, I generally try to saw either straight in (perpendicular to the surface) or angle the blade slightly away from the piece to be removed to the cutout piece will easily push into the interior of the pumpkin and there will be fewer interior edges impinging into the cut out area. In thin sections, err on the side of leaving them well-supported in the initial cut and adjust afterwards.

Finally, if you are using a candle, do cut some kind of vents at the top of the pumpkin to let the heat/smoke escape. I usually cut some small triangles on the back side of the pumpkin top. For the Spiderverse pumpkin, I think the spider cutout to project on the wall served as my vent.

Timing:

As I mentioned, jack-o-lanterns always take longer to complete than I expect. However, once you carve and expose all those little pumpkin pieces, the clock starts ticking down to your jack-o-lantern drying out (making pieces start to shrivel and distort) and/or starting to rot/getting attacked by bugs. 🤷 This is an inherently transitory and perishable art form.

I prefer to carve the day-of so it looks its best, but since Halloween is not a work holiday, schedules do not always support that! Prepping/scraping the pumpkin the day before and then carving the next is one option for squeezing in a freshly carved design.

In my experience, my jack-o-lanterns usually look good for more than one day, so carving in advance can work, but it will depend on pattern/weather conditions/etc. Small pieces that stick out unsupported (e.g., the two unsupported pieces of the axe head above) are the most vulnerable to dryout/shriveling; designs like the Spider-Man one are less vulnerable because most of the pieces are anchored at both ends and thus can't collapse in a way that significantly alters the silhouette. A design that uses only peeling or has cutouts but no thin/delicate pieces of pumpkin (e.g., the classic simple jack-o-lantern face) will hold up best.

#jack o lantern #onyxbird art #pumpkin carving tips

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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were-all-going-to-hell-goodbye · 4 years

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Ahem a day in the life of iida ? stopping a gang of dumb children from getting themselves killed .

All I got to say is LMAO poor Iida

You would not belive how many times Iida has had to stop Kaminari from sticking peices of metal into sockets

“SHINSO-CHAN YOU CAN’T PUT MIDORIYA-KUN IN YOUR LAP IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS!”

The first time Iida heard Sero yelling at Denki the get on top of the fridge, the bakusquad managed to convince him it was a suitable punishment that everyone uses

“Midoriya-kun, I heard you broke your finger again....” “Mayhaps” “Sign, get on top of the fridge.” “The...the fridge.” “On top of it.”

One time dark shadow grabbed Iida’s phone and used him name to order pizza, lmao

Sero has taped Iida to a lot of surfaces, the most impressive one was when the taped him just below the classroom window right before Aizawa walked in

Iida enforces the No Food in the Dorms strctly, so one time Bakugou and Shinso got Izuku to distract Iida while they sneaked by with snacks

One time at three am, Iida got up to use the bathroom and found Izuku, Kaminari, Shinso, and Tokoyami doing a ritual to summon a demon.

Once Kaminari caught himself on fire (don’t ask, it had something to do with a bottle of light fluid and a flaming pumpkin) and no one thought to put him out, they just screamed "STOP DROP AND ROLL DUDE. DUDE. DUDE. STOP DROP AND ROLL." until eventually Iida threw him into the pond

Mina asks THE MOST invasive questions, much to Iida’s horror.

“Hey blasty, y’know how you sweat nitro-whatever? Well when you.... ya know *hand motions* does it burn?” Iida had to out out three seperate fires and then take Mina to the infermary.

Shinso flopped onto Iida’s lap and said “All my classes are have pop quizes this week” and Iida almost fucking passed out becase those were midterms

At Izuku birthday party, Bakugou looked Iida right in the eyes and smashed Izu’s face into his cake and proceeded to make out with him

Mina keeps printing out spicy fanart and taping them to the wall (with Sero’s help)

Iida was woken up at 12am to Denki drinking elmers glue outside his door

At lease once a week Jiro wakes everyone up by screaming “GIRLS ARE SO PRETTY FUCK”

Bakugou tried to fist fight Kota becuase he was taking out all of Izu’s attention

Izuku and Denki made Momo cry becuase they were doing a reinactment of “Meant To Be Yours” from Heathers

I AM SO SORRY, I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS ALREADY!!!!

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etraytin · 4 years

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Quarantine, Day 232

October 28 Busy day today, as promised! I got up this morning and got the kiddo going on his schoolwork (asynchronous learning day means he had lots of time to work on catch-up assignments) and then headed off to my doctor's office. I lost the labwork order I needed to get my routine yearly bloodwork, so they printed it off and brought it outside to me so I didn't have to enter the office. Doctors and dentists and the like are extremely concerned with keeping unnecessary people out of their offices, which makes sense. At the kiddo's pediatrician, they appear to have renovated an empty space next door into an entirely segregated sick-child waiting room, rather than the simpler left-side-well, right-side-sick waiting room they had before, separated by a wall bisecting most of the room. Now both those sides are for well children and sick children can't come into the office proper at all. I am hoping this is a healthy winter for the kiddo. But anyway! With my paperwork in hand, I bopped down to the blood testing center for my blood draw. That wasn't much different from usual, aside from a very avant-garde arrangement of chairs in the waiting room that had many fewer chairs, all pointing in different directions away from one another. Routine labwork cost me 26.33, a weird number that included a 20 dollar copay and then 6.33 cents of coinsurance for the various tests. It was a weird number, but at least it was considerably less than I would've paid without our exceedingly expensive insurance. I didn't have to wait very long and the phlebotomist did a good job with me. I asked specifically for a back-of-the-hand draw, partially because I'm a tough stick and partially because I wanted to be able to show the kiddo what it looks like. It was a model wound, tiny with minimal blood and only slight swelling. The kiddo seemed somewhat reassured about his own upcoming draw, but only somewhat. I went home and showed off my hand and checked to make sure everything was still going well. On the way, I stopped for gas at the new Wawa and got myself a big cup of pumpkin spice coffee with hazelnut creamer. It's the most wonderful time of the year! Also I was very hungry from fasting. Kiddo had gotten quite a bit of work done on his school stuff and my husband got good news from his own morning telemedicine appointment, so all was copacetic. I stayed home for about an hour and figured out what assignments the kiddo still had to do, and then it was off on another adventure through the bridge-tunnel to pick up my auction winnings! Now I know the natural reaction here might be "You bid on another auction? Did you learn NOTHING from the Takis adventure?" I understand your reaction and the answer is yes I did learn something, but not very much. I certainly didn't bid on any massive job lots at this auction, which was for a beauty shop that had shut down. I placed lowball bids on all kinds of interesting and useful things, was outbid on most of them, and purchased what was left. In this case, that amounted to two large three-drawer plastic storage bins, one small three-drawer storage bin, and nine pounds of reinforced cotton coil. I also got a bonus in that one large drawer was full of a dozen rolls of little-bitty garbage bags, the perfect size to scoop litter into. I won't need to scrounge grocery bags for years! (Also, the guy who helped me find my items at the auction house definitely remembered me from last time, and I suspect I may be hearing about the takis adventure forever now.) Your other question at this point may be "what is reinforced cotton coil?" and the answer is that it is very weird and cool stuff. Imagine a cotton ball, the sort you use for makeup or cleaning or whatever. Now imagine a cotton ball that is still the same diameter, but four hundred feet long, wrapped up in a tight coil and shoved into a cardboard box. Reinforced just means that there is a paper tape inside the middle of this long cotton rope, giving it a bit more structure. Originally it's for salon use. It's the stuff they wrap around your head when you get a perm so the chemicals don't seep out onto your face, and something about manicures too, but I have bigger ideas. You have any idea how many kitten butts can be wiped with a cotton ball a quarter-mile long? (I have three boxes of the stuff, so 1200 feet and change.) How many ears can be cleaned? How many crocheted catnip mice stuffed? I'm sure there's lots of other things that can be done with it, and I'm open to ideas. If I get the drop spindle I want for Christmas, maybe I'll try and make yarn from it. So many uses! With my van once again filled with cheaply acquired auction goodies, I headed back home to impress my guys with such weird bounty and also eat some lunch. In the afternoon, the kiddo had a dentist appointment, which has historically not been a great time for us. Kiddo is not quite as nervous of the dentist as he is of the phlebotomist, but it's pretty close. This was just a cleaning, though, so no shots and no pain and it was okay. He actually did really well holding still and following directions, and he doesn't need anything else for six more months. Yes! I was so happy that we walked next door to Gamestop where he picked out Fallout 4, which was on an excellent sale because it's kind of old now. He can't play it until he is done with his catch up work, but both he and my husband are very excited about it. Husband made dinner, an experimental spaghetti variant involving crushing diced canned tomatoes with a potato masher, because I was trying to explain to MIL how to attach files to email again. She wanted to send me some documents so I can three-way-call with her and the financial advisor tomorrow, but she couldn't access her own email and couldn't figure out how to move the scanned documents (sixteen pages, each one its own file) anyplace that I could access them. She finally got one good picture of the first page with her camera and texted it to me, and then we decided that was enough for now. I don't know bologna about this stuff anyway, so hopefully the advisor will explain it to both of us tomorrow. The spaghetti was good. Evening was less busy, which was nice. Kiddo took a shower with minimal complaining, and decided that he really wants to join our online Mutants and Masterminds group, which is two years older than he is by now. I told him that was fine, but he has to be willing to really work on his posts because this group requires good spelling and complete sentences in every post. (This is true, and ordinarily we probably wouldn't have a player this young despite no official rules against it, but we have put thousands of dollars into owning the site over the years and that ought to come with at least small privileges.) I don't know if he'll actually do it, but he's coming up with a character concept and we'll help him build it and see how it goes. It would be excellent writing practice! We'll get started on that tomorrow.

#quarantine #tw blood draw #cotton coil #mutants and masterminds #tw dentist

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poisonepel · 5 years

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Halloween at Night Raven! ♡ Savanaclaw

【Halloween at Night Raven! Special ☆ Savanaclaw Booth】

[Prologue] [Heartslabyul] [Octavinelle] [Scarabia] [Pomefiore] [Ignihyde] [Diasomnia]

You decide to carve pumpkins.

As you made your way towards Savanaclaw’s Pumpkin Carving booth, you were very amused to see how cheesy and basic it all looked.

The booth consisted of three wooden tables, each set with some pumpkins and carving tools. Taped to the side of the middle table was a white banner with “Fun Pumpkin Carve with Savana!” written in messy black paint. Squished beneath Savana, the second half claw was scribbled in blue marker. One poorly drawn jack o’ lantern sat at the corner of the banner.

Your mind went back to Headmaster Crowley’s speech at the assembly, when he had said he was very impressed with each dorm’s contribution to the party, and you wondered whether or not Savanaclaw was included in that. This certainly didn’t look up to par with anything.

Also, you were the only visitor here. Three members of the dorm’s members were in charge of this booth—the dorm leader Leona, Ruggie, and Jack—and they were the only other people here, idly chatting at one of the tables together while cheesy Halloween songs played from a radio laying next to them. But the second they noticed you, they immediately leapt to attention.

“Oh, (Y/n)! Are you here to carve pumpkins?” Ruggie called.

“Why else would I be here?” you called back. “...Has no one else come by yet?”

“Nope!”

Now you were really starting to reconsider. Maybe you would’ve had much more fun at Diasomnia’s haunted house booth instead... They always had the most popular booth.

But, you knew these three very well, and you didn’t mind spending some time with them. Plus, if not for you, they would’ve been here alone the whole night. So you took a seat at the table next to Leona, deciding you wouldn’t mind spending your Halloween very casually with three of your favorite people.

“Well, I doubt anyone else is gonna show up, so... I guess we can start,” Leona said, placing a fat pumpkin in front of you. “Have fun carving or whatever.”

“‘Or whatever,’” Ruggie echoed, his voice tinged with annoyance. “Why’d you even pick this dumb kids activity anyway? Nobody wants to do it. I bet (Y/n)’s only here ‘cause they felt bad for us. Huh, (Y/n)?”

“...I-I was actually looking forward to this,” you admitted.

“Uh, Howl’s the one who thought of this, not me,” Leona clarified, brushing over you. “So if you’ve got any complaints, direct them all to him.”

Jack scowled. “We only went with this ‘cause your lame ass couldn’t think of anything better.”

“Well neither could Ruggie’s.”

You let out a small smile at the trio’s bickering, knowing that this was a very common occurrence between them. “Carving pumpkins isn’t so bad,” you insisted. “It’s a Halloween staple!”

“Well, you do you..” Jack shoved a few carving tools in front of you, as well as some paper templates in case you wanted to use those. Ruggie, for some reason, also began sawing the top off his own pumpkin, despite the blatant distaste for this activity he’d expressed just a second ago.

“Originally we were gonna have a contest,” Ruggie informed you as he worked. “Whoever carved the best pumpkin would get to take a picture with that scarecrow over there holding their pumpkin.” He pointed over to a corner, where there was a scarecrow dressed in a ragged Savanaclaw uniform, sitting atop a pile of hay. You didn’t say it out loud, but the set-up looked hideous. “And there’s also some candy in that cauldron next to it for the winner to take, too. I picked that out. It’s the good candy.”

“...”

It really looked like these three had run to the party store last-minute and just bought all the generic Halloween decorations they could find. They even had those plastic skeletal goblets set on the table, filled with some kind of fruit drink, which they would periodically drink out of. There was no theme - just, cheap plastic Halloween decor.

“Anyway, I guess to make the night interesting, we’ll just have a contest between the four of us,” Ruggie went on. “But really it’s just between me and (Y/n) ‘cause I doubt the other two will even try.”

Jack immediately got offended. “Lay off, Bucchi. You’re just mad ‘cause I’m better than you at everything else.” Then, feeling spitefully motivated, he grabbed a paper template and began tacking it to his own pumpkin, one that he was certain would look better than Ruggie’s no matter how hard Ruggie tried.

But Ruggie only stuck his nose up. “See, Howl, you’re not even doing it right—you’re supposed to scoop out all the seeds before you tack—”

“Can you mind your damn business?”

Ruggie ignored him. “And Leona—”

Leona had been busying himself drawing on another pumpkin, a messy lion monster face in Sharpie, and was just finishing coloring in a ragged scar going through its eye. “Done.”

“You didn’t even carve it! That was the whole point of this!”

“Shut up, my pumpkin is a masterpiece.” Leona hissed, before stretching back, feeling very exhausted with all the work he had put into that 2-minute drawing.

Jack’s grin reappeared on his face. “What were you expecting from the dorm leader, Bucchi? You should be surprised he even bothered to try.”

“He can’t participate in the contest if he didn’t even carve it,” Ruggie insisted, crossing his arms. “Drawing talent isn’t the same as carving talent.”

“You call that drawing talent?!”

“...Rude,” Leona huffed. “You know I’d be more motivated if there was a better incentive. Like...” His eyes trailed around the area, before they landed on (Y/n). Then he smirked. “Hey, let’s change the rules a bit. Instead of candy, the winner gets... a kiss from (Y/n).”

“...What.” You froze. Your brows creased. Then you hesitated. “...What if I win?”

“Then you can make all of us do whatever you want.”

You took a longer pause. “...For how long?”

“Uhhh,” Leona looked up, thinking for a second. “A day?”

“Deal.”

“Wait, I didn’t agree to that—” Ruggie cut in. “I don’t like that look in (Y/n)’s eyes. Also, I don’t even want some stupid kiss anyway.”

“Yeah, what the hell?” Jack agreed. “I wanted the candy.”

“Fine, you guys can have whatever you want if you win. But I’ll get a kiss.”

“If you want a kiss from me, you’ll have to get a kiss from everyone,” you clarified. “The winner gets to pick the punishment, but it has to be the same for everybody.”

“...I don’t want a kiss from Howl.”

“Really? Howl’s been wanting one from you, though,” Ruggie grinned.

The tips of Jack’s ears immediately went red. But he didn’t spare a moment in dipping his hand inside the center bowl, which was filled with pumpkin guts, and flung a handful directly at Ruggie’s face.

“...! Howl!” Ruggie cried, alarmed, as if Jack had come onto him unprompted. He retaliated by snatching up Jack’s pumpkin and chucking it at the ground—which was not something you were expecting at all. Your mouth was agape when gourd bits splattered everywhere, staining the area with stringy, gooey, orange slime.

Jack, however, couldn’t have cared less about the pumpkin.

“Pretty sure you just got disqualified for that,” he said, knowing Ruggie was literally the only one passionate about this contest.

“...!”

Leona simpered. Now neither of them were able to participate; with Jack’s pumpkin destroyed and Ruggie disqualified, Leona had less competition, which meant a better chance to win. He didn’t even have to do any work to get them out. So he was very pleased.

“Between you and me now, babe,” he winked at you, still with that lazy smirk on his face. “And I’m changing my reward. If I win, all three of you have to be my slaves for a day.”

“...‘Cause that’s nothing new,” Ruggie muttered, rolling his eyes.

“I’ll win for you, Ruggie,” you assured him.

“Please,” Ruggie replied. “I don’t care what you do to me; I just want Leona to suffer.”

So, determined, you shot Leona a glance, who looked equally as motivated to win this contest. And then you began.

It took about an hour and a half for you to complete your pumpkin monster. By the time you were done, you were smiling very triumphantly—until something dawned on you.

“...Wait, who’s even judging the contest?”

“........”

“...Well, when we thought of this...” Ruggie started, “we thought more people would show up, so us three weren’t supposed to participate... but I guess we can do a vote? Me and Howl.”

“...!” Leona let out a low hiss, knowing fully well neither of them would ever vote for him.

And so, the winner was you.

You smiled gleefully when you got to pose with that hideous DIY scarecrow the three of them had built, holding your pumpkin monster proudly at the camera. Your photo printed on a Halloween-framed film that read, “Have a SPOOK-tacular Halloween!” with cartoon bats and ghosts on it.

According to Ruggie, Leona was the one who picked the film out when they’d gone to the party store last week. Knowing that, you cherished the photo; you thought it was cute how hard they all worked to put this together—even though it wasn’t phenomenal.

But, the Savanaclaw boys didn’t care much for the photo with the scarecrow—those three were much more eager to hear your terms for your “reward.”

“Oh, the three of you will just have to accompany me on one of my busy errand days,” you told them, “and help me with anything I need help with.”

That didn’t seem so bad.

Key word: seem.

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[Halloween at Night Raven! Masterlist]

#twisted wonderland #twst fics #savanaclaw #leona #jack #ruggie #leona x gn reader #jack x gn reader #ruggie x gn reader

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squishyocalum · 5 years

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Never {Three}

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This one is my favorite chapter so far

It’s been a month since Calum and I decided to give this a shot. Honestly I thought he would have gotten tired of me by now but it’s like he can’t get enough of being around me - but you won’t see me complaining. Today is the first day of our senior year, no one except for the guys knew that Calum and I were together and if I knew Calum at all then everyone would know by the end of the day.

I’m wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, black and white ‘old skool’ Vans, my shirt was just a plain yellow crop top with a black tank top tucked into the band of my pants; my black hair was straightened falling to the middle of my back and my phone was placed in my back pocket with earbuds attached and streaming music through my ears.

With around 30 minutes left before I had to be on the way to school I decided to stop by the donut shop down the road and grab a sausage biscuit. My dad was waiting in the living room for me as I bounded down the stairs. Usually he would be gone by now, but seeing as it’s my last first day of highschool, he made an exception.

“You look beautiful, Pumpkin.” I grinned at him pulling him into a hug.

“Dad, I’m like 17 years old. Can we not keep calling me Pumpkin?”

“Keep rubbing it in my face that you’re about to be an adult and I swear Thalia I will take your car and drive you to school everyday for the rest of the year.”

He was joking of course, humor laced his voice, but I knew he was sad about me growing up. Ever since mom died he’s dreaded me leaving the house.

“Okay, you can call me whatever you want, but please don’t take baby.”

I clutched my keys and he shoved me softly, I could see tears building in his eyes now.

“Dad, don’t cry.”

“Your mom would be so proud of you.”

“Well I mean I could still drop out, start hanging out with that Hood kid again.” I joked, not at all blind to the irony of that sentence. Now wasn’t the best time but I was testing the water to see if he still felt the same about Calum.

“If you dropped out, I would hope you would have better taste than that.” He said while he followed me to the door “Now go get some food, I don’t need you starving on me.”

“I wouldn’t starve if you’d cook every once in a while.” I sang, walking off of the porch.

“Yeah and I wouldn’t have grey hair if I didn’t have you.”

I rolled my eyes and sat down in my car, I started it before buckling my seatbelt and plugging in my aux cord. I noticed a text from Calum on the screen and quickly made sure my dad was back inside before checking it.

Cal - Hey, are we still meeting at Shipleys before school

Me - Yeah I’m on my way now

I put my phone in my cup holder and put my car in reverse accelerating down the driveway. I didn’t even get out of the neighborhood before traffic started to ruin my morning. From busses picking up kids, to new drivers not knowing what in the hell they’re doing I was ready to pull my hair out. It took me about eight minutes to get to the small donut shop, when I pulled into the parking lot I saw Calum leaning on his 67’ Impala staring down at his phone. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a black Green Day shirt, black and white hightop converse, and his hair was styled in a quiff. I pulled up next to him snapping his attention from his screen and he smiled through my window at me. As soon as I stepped out of my car he pulled me into his arms.

“I missed you.” He mumbled into the side of my neck

“Cal, it’s been two days.”

“I could be really cheesy and say two days without you is like two years but-”

“Ew. We aren’t in a fanfiction Calum. Calm down.” I laughed and grabbed his hand pulling him through the double doors of the shop.

We sat down, both of us having sausage biscuits and juice.

“So do I just not get a good morning kiss?” He laughed scooting closer to me in the booth.

“Mmm I gotta think about that.”

He scoffed and placed his pointer finger and thumb on my chin pushing my head gently towards him. I smiled up at him as his moved his hand to cup my jaw and attach our lips. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to skip school and go back to his house with him. Not to do anything but just simply to be with him, there’s a huge chance that we won’t have any classes together and neither of us are happy about it.

“How likely do you think it is that your dad lets you hang out with Becca after school?”

“If I play it right, there’s a very high chance.”

-------

Calabasas High School is the only place or thing in this world that I can genuinely say that I hate. Walking into the school with Calum by my side was a little better though, and knowing that we would be meeting the boys in the cafeteria was even better. We could find most of our schedules on the school website but most of them weren’t official, that’s why the student body was gathered in the cafeteria that morning. Tables lined the walls with letters printed on bright pieces of paper taped to the walls above them, administrators stood at the head of the table asking for last names and handing out those damned slips of paper.

“Thalia! Calum!” Ashtons voice carried through the large room “We’re over here!” Calum extended his neck to look through the crowd and spotted them over by the ‘I-K’ table. As we pulled through the crowd of people with our hands locked together Calum noticed some people staring and whispering amongst themselves. He didn’t laugh about it or flip them off like usual, instead he undid our hands and shoved them firmly to his side. My face twisted in confusion, but I didn’t let it go to my head.

“Holy shit, we’re seniors.” Luke said with a wide smile on his face, Mikey laughed and flung his arm over my shoulder.

“One more year until college.” He sang in my ear.

“Yeah yeah get off of me so I can go get my schedule.”

I shoved him off jokingly and glanced over at Calum for a moment. I thought about asking him to come with me but his efforts to avoid eye contact were enough to sway me from that decision.

I stood awkwardly in the ‘A-C’ line staring at my phone. For three and a half years at least one of the boys have been by my side almost all the time. Being surrounded by all these people with all the guys across the room is just weird.

“Last name please.” Mrs. Brown asked when I found myself at the front of the line

“Baker.”

“Nathalia?”

“Yes ma’am.”

She grabbed a slip of paper and handed it to me with a smile on her face. I returned the smile and turned to walk away, I was promptly stopped when I bumped into someone.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

“Watch where you’re going.” The voice scoffed. I looked up and saw Audrey standing with her arms crossed over her chest and a sneer plastered on her face. It’s the first day of school, and there is no way in hell that I’m letting my day be ruined by her of all people.

“Sorry, have a good day.” I smiled cocking my head to the side and walking away. The boys were all standing in a circle looking at their schedules and when I made my way over to them Calum was the first one to notice me.

“Princess,” He smiled over to me “What lunch do you have?”

“Second.”

“Oh thank God.” Ashton breathed out “The group is safe for the semester.”

“So I’m assuming we all have second lunch?”

“Yup, now what do your classes look like?” Calum asked and pulled me into his lap.

“I have english first period, Trigonometry second, Biology third, Psychology fourth, then lunch. I get out after lunch, but do we have any of those four together?”

“We have every single one of those classes together except for Psychology, babe.”

I smiled and then looked over at the other boys, silently asking them the same question. Michael was the first one to respond telling me that we had Psychology together. Turns out that Ashton and Luke have Trig with Calum and I; and Luke and Calum both got out after lunch with me.

~~~~~~~~~~~

All the classes that passed before Psychology were a blur, for lack of a better word, even though I liked my teachers I just wasn’t interested in the subjects. I planned on majoring in Psychology when I got to college though so I could already tell this was going to be my favorite class.

The bell rang signaling all of us to take our seats, I sat in the middle of the class next to Michael and a light skinned girl with the most beautiful hair I think I’ve ever seen.

Listen. I am a sucker for ethnic hair.

“Good afternoon class, My name is Mr. Rogers and I will be you Psych teacher this year.” The man turned to reveal dark brown eyes and a nicely kept beard. He was unloading his bag onto the desk at the front of the classroom, pulling out a computer, a notebook, and a phone. “Let’s start with the cliches, starting from the first person in row one everyone stand up and tell us your name, and one fact about you. We’ll go to the back and circle back to the front.”

The class groaned at the instruction, but that didn’t sway the man’s decision. So as he sat down in his rolling chair and propped his feet on top on the desk the first student stood to her feet; she looked rather nervous and seeing as how I have never once seen her around this school I’m just assumed she was new.

“Hi, uhm. My name is Kaitlin - but I go by KayKay. And I just moved here from Texas.”

See I knew she was new. The next few people went at a boring pace, I knew almost all of these kids, and most of their facts were their ages or their pets names. Like come one, think of something original. We got to the third row about three seats in when Arzaylea stood up with an annoying smile plastered on her equally annoying face.

“Hi, My name is Arzaylea, or Arzay, and I-”

“Like to cheat on great guys.” I mumbled loud enough for about half of the class to hear it causing them to turn to me with shocked expressions.

“What did you just say?” She scoffed moving to place her hand on the table next to her supporting her standing position.

“I said I like cheese whiz, bitch.”

“Okay, so this got passionate quick. Moving along swiftly. Who’s next?” The teacher asked in an all too amused voice. When the next person stood to go , I believe it was Derek Green , I pulled my phone out and noticed a message from Michael.

Shicken Nugget - K but it’s so not fair that the other guys weren't here to see that.

Me - It’ll be okay.

Shicken Nugget - You should’ve punched her

Me - maybe next time

Shicken Nugget - Just let me know beforehand so I can record it and hold it close to my heart forever

I scoffed at the message and looked over to him, he was trying his best to not laugh at my reaction. Before I knew it the girl in front of me stood up and introduced herself. Prompting little ole me to think of my one fact. I stood up on my turn and spoke.

“My name is Nathalia Baker, Thalia. And I-”

“Sleep with four guys because I have no other friends and they wouldn’t keep me around if I didn’t.” Arzaylea didn’t even bother to mumble, she just straight up said it. A knot formed in the pit of my stomach as amused faces moved to stare at me. I cannot go through this rumor again. I saw Mikey move his phone up his chest very obviously recording, and I knew I had to make this juicy.

“I mean lucky for me that’s a very false rumor. Sadly for you, your Chlamydia is very very real.” I chose to ignore the look on her face and turned back to the teacher with a small smile. “But anyways, I’m taking this class because I plan to major in Psych when I get to college.”

I sat back down with a smug smile on my face, the look on Michael's face was priceless, and I couldn’t help but literally cackle at it.

~~~~~~~~

“I’m just ready for the best nap ever.” Calum groaned tugging me closer to him and burying his face into my neck.

“I miss my bed.” I mumbled back

“Don’t you mean my bed?”

“No, babe, I mean I miss my bed.”

I pulled away from him and moved away. Thanks to Arzaylea there was a good chance that the one rumor that literally almost forced me into homeschooling could be starting back up.

I mean, I couldn’t even walk down the hall to the bathroom in one of the guys hoodies without being called a slut. Just imagine what would be said if they found out Calum and I were actually a thing.

“Dudes. She did the funniest shit in fourth period.” Michael laughed pulling his phone out and clicking on the video. “Okay so, bitch brought up that rumor that Audrey started a couple years ago and Thalia literally slaughtered her.”

We listened to the short video and Luke choked on his pizza. Calum laughed, but he didn’t miss the opportunity to look over to me with a worried look on his face.

“You did not!” He laughed allowing his deep dimples to pop. “Did she do anything?”

“I mean she like glared at me, but what else was she going to do? I’m not fighting her and risking my scholarship.”

“That’s my smart girl.” Calum moved to place his hand on my thigh but I pushed it away.

“I’m going to head home and start on the english paper.” I shuffled to push my notebook into my bag and grab my keys “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” I avoided eye contact with all of them but I in no way missed their worried expressions. I made it halfway through the parking lot before I heard Ashton running after me.

“Thalia! Hey, are you okay? You seem off.”

“I’m fine, Ash. Today just didn’t...go the way I thought it would.” I kept my eyes leveled with the ground and my hands gripped tightly to the strap of my bag.

“Well do you want to go out with the guys and I tonight? We were going to go see a movie-”

“No. I have to get a head start on this paper.”

I didn’t give him a chance to say anything back, instead I glanced up quickly just and caught sight of Calum trying to make his way to me. My body turned itself around despite what my heart wanted and walked itself to my car.

I love all four of those boys, I love them so much. Even though the rumors don’t bother me as much as they used to I can’t keep myself from thinking about what would happen when people do find out that Calum and I are dating, would they get worse? Would they go away?

I’ve got one year left in this school, so maybe it would be better if I distanced myself.

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“Y’all go on and get now, I have orientation in the morning,” Eric scolded the lumbering football players clogging up his teeny dorm room. His roommate, a perfectly nice seeming boy from Oregon, had disappeared shortly after the team’s arrival, and Eric couldn’t blame him.

“Fuck orientation,” Holster dismissed. “You’ve been chilling with us for a year, what more do you need to know about the college experience?” Eric put his hands on his hips.

“Maybe some people from my actual class?”

“Pft, whatever. Rans and Shitty are gonna be in school forever with their majors; you’ll have plenty of people to do senior year with.” Ransom made himself comfortable with Shitty on Eric’s bed.

“That’s right, brah,” Shitty agreed, welcoming the snuggles. “You’ll never be rid of us.”

“Graduation is a myth,” Ransom added gravely. “And bro, you can make all the friends you want. You’re a freshman with invites already lined up for the sickest kegsters of the year.”

“If you do say so yourself,” Eric huffed. “I admit, you boys make a strong argument, but I shudder to think what your fearless leader has to say about y’all encouraging me to shirk responsibility like this.” He turned to the man in question only to find him twisting back and forth in the desk chair, nibbling on one of the peanut butter cookies Mrs. Bittle had sent to thank the boys for carrying all of “Dicky’s” boxes.

“Um.” Jack looked between his friends, who were watching him expectantly. He swallowed. “Well, I mean, I was gonna ask if you wanted to hang out tomorrow since it’s the last day before classes.”

“Jack!” Eric cried over the boys’ boisterous cheers. “You’re supposed to be the responsible adult here!” Jack shrugged, tiny smile playing at his lips and winning Eric over easily.

“Well…they really don’t teach you anything useful…”

“So you figure you can talk me into another day of nonsense with this lot?”

“Was kinda hoping.”

“Well I suppose I could be persuaded to give up an afternoon of icebreakers and forced socialization.”

“Good. I hear Annie’s has their Pumpkin Spice Lattes out early this year. And the art theater is screening Goonies, so we were thinking of hitting that too.”

“How can I say no to that then?”

“Just meet us at the Haus at eleven tomorrow.”

“I’ll come at ten and we’ll make breakfast.”

“Deal.” Eric nodded. “Alright boys,” Jack said to the room at large, “let’s clear out, we scared Bittle’s roommate out long enough.” The boys all stood and followed Jack to the door, leaving Eric with hair ruffles and back pats. Jack held his hand in a wave as he followed the end of the parade into the hallway, closing the door behind them. Eric sat down hard on the bed, grinning broadly.

“Eric Richard Bittle, what on Earth do you mean you don’t know what happened at orientation?” Mrs. Bittle demanded over dinner - she’d made her son’s favorites to lure him home for a meal to extract details. Eric stopped picking at his mashed potatoes and exchanged a panicked glance with his father over the rim of the sweet tea glass Coach was using to avoid having to chime in.

“Uh…Jack said it’s stupid? And the guys were going to see Goonies?”

“Jack said, hmm? And I suppose if Jack Zimmermann jumped off a bridge you might think that sounds mighty fine too?” Coach put his glass down.

“Suzie,” he said, laying a gentle hand over hers and giving her a significant look. Eric saw the realization dawn on his mother’s face, could practically hear the unspoken “breakdown” that hung in the air, but what was actually said was, “Jack is a responsible young man. I think he and Junior’s other friends will see to it that he isn’t completely lost.” Suzanne sighed.

“I suppose. But Dicky, don’t you dare make a habit of skipping out on your responsibilities.”

“I promise, Mama, I will stay right on top of everything.”

And he did. Between the Haus study group and the relative simplicity of his first semester classes, Eric was able to keep up with his studies. Until the Midterms Kool-down Kegster, when, happily situated on top of one of the hockey players in the frat next door to the Haus, he remembered.

“Oh fuck!” he sat up abruptly, hair askew and shirt rucked up.

“Dude, already?” the hockey bro asked, eyebrow raised.

“I have a paper due tomorrow,” Eric explained, already starting to extricate himself from the bed.

“Oh dude, that sucks the big one.”

“Sorry. I uh, had fun?” Eric patted at the tuft of hair sticking up on the back of his head.

“Yeah, was good for me too,” the guy said blandly, already reaching into his pants. By the time Eric was across the room pulling the door shut, hockey bro’s dick was out, his head flopped back against the pillow, as if Eric had never been there at all. Well then, glad he’s not too heartbroken, he thought to himself and trudged down the stairs.

He stood outside the hockey house, staring at the Haus and feeling the street vibrate beneath his sneakers. The party ball hastily duct taped to the living room ceiling lit the windows in a flashing array of rainbow. The only light from upstairs came from Jack’s room. His fingers slid across his phone screen before the decision was fully formed.

“Allo?” The distracted greeting said Jack probably hadn’t checked his caller I.D.

“Hi Jack.” Eric paused. “It’s Eric.”

“You don’t say.”

“I just did.”

“Are you okay? Need me to come get you?”

“I’m okay. Except I just remembered I forgot to write my paper for American History.”

“Bittle, it’s two a.m.”

“I am aware. Jack, I just left mid-hookup for this, if you know anything at all about U.S. history, please come help me, otherwise fuck my grade I’m going back upstairs.” The exasperated sigh was a protracted burst of static in his ear, but Jack relented.

“Okay, give me five to find my notebooks and some pants. And know that you definitely owe me a batch of those homemade granola bars.”

“Anything.”

“Five minutes,” Jack promised, then promptly hung up.

When he saw the light in Jack’s room go out, Eric stood up from the porch steps where he had been waiting. It took another few minutes before the front door of the Haus opened to reveal Jack, backpack slung over his shoulder. They met in the middle of the street and Jack gave a tired but fond grin in response to Eric’s grateful smile, and in mutual silent agreement, they made for Eric’s dorm.

The room was empty, so Eric texted his roommate that he’d gotten home okay and wished him a fun night when the roommate said, “Enjoy, see you after breakfast ;)”

“Well, looks like we got the place to ourselves for the duration,” Eric told Jack, trying not to sound like he could think of much better reasons than this stupid paper for him to want Jack alone.

“Good.” Jack made himself comfortable on Eric’s bed, kicking off his shoes and getting his notes and laptop set up. “I brought reading to do while you’re writing, but I’ll help you outline and edit.”

“You are a saint.”

“I am an insomniac. Believe me, this is going to be just as good for my sanity as yours.”

“Well alrighty, I guess I won’t feel too bad.”

“I still expect granola bars.” Jack winked. Eric’s face burned, but he just focused on getting a blank document ready to go. “So what’s this paper on, eh?”

“I have to write a few pages on a New Deal program and its immediate and long-term effects.”

As luck would have it, Jack knew a lot about the New Deal. And he had more than enough feelings about it for Eric to pick a thesis. Jack flipped his notebook open to a page covered in messy, blocky print, turned it towards Eric, and laughed at his horrified expression.

“What?”

“This is completely illegible,” Eric complained.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.”

“Really Jack, is this how your brain works? Because if so, I have to say, I’m a mite concerned.”

“At least I have notes, Bittle.” Jack gestured at the blank document on the screen. “Is this how your brain works? Because if so, I have to say, I’m a mite concerned,” he mimicked.

“Jack Laurent Zimmermann, let me live,” he huffed, flopping over onto the comforter, taking the laptop with him. Curled on his side with the computer, Eric started filling in the heading and basic title of his paper and jotting down a few of the points Jack had made into a quick outline. He’d started sorting through JSTOR to find the shortest relevant articles possible, figuring Jack had disappeared into his own corner of peer-reviewed purgatory, when the bed shifted under him and a warm weight pressed along his back. It was Jack, and Eric almost jumped out of his damn skin because Jack had spooned up right behind him, chin hooked over his shoulder and arm flopping down over his abdomen.

“How’s it going?” Jack’s breath tickled as it blew over Eric’s skin, the low rumble of his voice vibrating through Eric’s ribs.

“It’s…happening. Slowly. But I don’t think I’ll flunk.” Jack nodded, chin digging a little uncomfortably into Eric’s shoulder.

“Yeah, this is looking pretty good.” He figured Jack would let go and return to his reading, but he stayed wrapped around Eric.

“How’s your reading coming there?” he asked teasingly.

“Done.”

“Already?”

“I did start it at a decent hour. That is possible.”

“Hmmm…sounds fake.” Eric could feel gentle laughter at his back. Well…looks like this is just his life right now. He went back to writing, struggling to get all of the bullet-points in his outline put into coherent sentences. For a minute, he blanked out, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. He was tired and warm, and he could feel his eyelids drooping. And then Jack spoke up.

“Created the infrastructure necessary for the rapid development of industry during the war boom of the early forties?” Eric physically shook off his exhaustion.

“Hmm?”

“Oh, just…where you were going with that sentence. You could say ‘In addition to the immediate economic relief and placation of the anxious, unemployed masses, the formation of the WPA created the infrastructure necessary for the rapid development of industry during the war boom of the early forties.’”

“Oh. Thanks, that’s really good.”

“Not my first rodeo.” Eric typed in the end of the sentence, and getting past that block gave him the burst he needed to get the rest of the paper out, Jack proofreading as he went, keeping himself tucked close throughout. At some point, he caught part of Eric’s hoodie in his fingers, idly rubbing at the soft fabric. Eric didn’t realize that there was such a soft side to Jack. He knew he was kind, one of the most loyal and dedicated friends he’d ever had, but compared to the rest of the group they hung out with, he’d never been up for all of the casual cuddling (aside from Shitty trapping him in a bear hug). This gentle, sleepy Jack was incredibly endearing, and Eric’s chest felt warm and tight.

He put the finishing touches on the essay around three thirty. After saving the document about five times and promptly sending it to the print queue, he closed the laptop with a satisfying “slap,” and turned to look over his shoulder at Jack, only to find him fast asleep. Exhausted and resigned, Eric just wiggled carefully out of Jack’s arms and trudged off to the bathroom to brush his teeth. While tugging on his pajamas, he briefly contemplated sleeping in his roommate’s bed, but upon realizing he didn’t really know how clean the guy was and feeling like it would be…cold - a rejection of this intimacy Jack offered, he lay back down and pulled a blanket over them both.

Eric expected to sleep terribly, to lie awake staring at the ceiling until the sun came up, Jack woke, and he was inevitably left with the uncomfortable silence and an empty bed. Instead, he slept the best he had since coming to college. The bed was warm and, completely relaxed, Jack was actually very soft to snuggle against. Eric’s breaths unconsciously synched with Jack’s, his eyes got heavy, and the next thing he knew, the sun was streaming in from the single window.

He stretched, joints popping pleasantly. And then his foot brushed a leg, and all of a sudden, he snapped back to the moment and felt fully Jack pressed up behind him. He startled just enough to jostle the bed, and his heart skittered in his chest as Jack stirred. The arm around his waist tightened momentarily, and a soft groan escaped Jack as he woke fully. The sound shocked down Eric’s spine and oh god, he was actually going to die. In some twist of cosmic mercy, Jack wasn’t sporting morning wood - that would be the actual death of him.

“Oh. Hey.” Jack’s breath ghosted over Eric’s neck, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut so he could compose his voice enough to get out,

“Morning.” Jack stretched again, and the movement pushed them closer.

“Morning. I didn’t ruin your sleep, did I?” He looked so genuinely concerned Eric couldn’t let him be uncomfortable.

“You didn’t make a peep,” he said, because he couldn’t quite admit just how much Jack didn’t ruin his sleep.

“Okay.” They lay in silence for another minute, unsure of how to act normally now that they were both lucid. Eric was about to roll over and see if Jack just passed back out when their phones buzzed simultaneously, the group chat lighting up with all the dirt and surreptitiously taken pictures of shame. It gave them something appropriate to do with their hands and something safe to talk about. Lying next to each other, they made fun of their friends’ questionable-at-best choices - Holster making out with his ex, Esther (again), Ransom instigating body shots, Shitty’s general personality. The best chirps got sent to the group chat, but mostly they were just giggling to themselves and speaking in broken sentences as they realized they were nowhere near the losers of this week’s morning after. Jack even went as far as to say,

“I think I definitely chose the best place to wake up today.” And even though Eric knew how Jack really meant that, his brain couldn’t really switch off the nagging curiosity of what could be if Jack thought differently - was different.

The chat died back down after a while, everyone either going out in search of food or back to sleep. Jack locked his phone back up, let out a final stretch-and-groan, and asked,

“Wanna hit Commons? I’m getting pretty hungry.” Eric took the out and agreed, hopping out of bed and shucking out of his pajamas. He tried not to imagine Jack’s eyes on him as he dressed. When he turned around, Jack was idly thumbing through his textbook.

“You ready?” Jack looked back up.

“Oh. Yeah, let’s go.”

At Commons, Jack and Eric split up - Jack to the omelette bar, Eric to the buffet. He loaded his plate with a pile of french toast sticks and homefries, drowning the whole thing in the watered-down fake syrup in the vat at the end of the line. Jack sidled up behind him, and in lieu of greeting said,

“You should eat more protein.” Eric jumped, flushed, and finally defended his breakfast.

“I am a figure skater, I need energy. If I become some muscle-brained jock-head I won’t be able to get any lift to my jumps.”

“Hey, a muscle-brained jock-head just saved your grade.”

“I’m just sayin’, don’t go mocking my diet plan - I get results.”

Jack conceded the point then, and sat down with his heap of egg whites and spinach, tucking in with one last glance at Eric’s plate that fell between longing and dismay. Looking at the man himself, Eric could relate. Jack was sweet and smart and handsome, and whenever Eric had brought Philip to hang out with the guys, he hadn’t batted an eye, just chatted as politely as Jack ever managed about college plans and books they were reading. He was exactly the kind of friend he’d dreamed of having in Georgia. If he was being completely honest with himself, Jack was the kind of boyfriend he’d dreamed of. But there be dragons.

Because for all that he went to a super-queer liberal arts college and might accidentally minor in Women’s, Gender, and Sexuality Studies, Jack Zimmermann seemed as straight as an arrow shaft. And even if he did like men, he was older and played football and drank horrific concoctions that contained lots of kale and protein powder. There was no way Eric would be remotely his type. Eric could feel himself getting maudlin, so he shook himself and took a sip of coffee to ground himself.

“Falling asleep there Bittle?” Jack asked, smirking over his orange juice.

“I don’t know how in the hell you’re even awake right now,” he covered.

“I did get a little extra sleep,” Jack reminded him, and god did he not need to be reminded of Jack falling asleep spooned up against him.

“That’s right, you abandoned me,” Eric teased.

“I did not,” he objected. “I was there the whole time.”

“And what’s your alibi, the drool patch on the back of my shirt?”

“I do not drool!” This came out louder than Jack had probably meant for and they got a couple of looks. “Do not!” Jack whispered forcefully, leaning across the table.

“Do too!” Eric whispered back, leaning in as well. Their faces were inches apart, and Eric had to fight to keep his face from softening. In the end he couldn’t quite manage it after Jack reached up to wipe a smear of syrup from his cheek, the pad of it rough and warm on Eric’s face, and then licked the syrup off like it was nothing. And then made an exaggeratedly offended expression at how ludicrously fake it tasted.

Eric hated his life. Before he could do anything stupid, he leaned back into his own space and returned to his breakfast.

The dining hall offerings were meager enough that Eric texted his mother to say he was coming over for dinner and did she need anything from the store. She told him to grab eggs and some greens for a salad and “I’m thinking I’ll do brownies for dessert. Maybe you can pick up some ice cream to put on top.” Eric didn’t miss what a loaded statement that was. His mama thought brownies were just about the lowest a baked good could sink. Tiny batches, an inelegant slop of batter waiting in a pan, and finicky to make to boot. But they were Coach’s favorite comfort food, hot and sticky fresh out of the oven, a scoop of ice cream melting over top.

“What’s wrong with Coach?” he asked. Mama sighed.

“I don’t know, baby. He was just in a rotten mood when he came home from practice. He was real quiet, just took a beer and a puddin’ cup back to his study.”

“I wonder what happened,” Eric murmured, thinking briefly of Jack and wondering if he was upset too. He clicked away from the call to his messaging window and sent off a quick text to Jack. Coach is in a mood. You alright? There was no reply bubbles, but he hadn’t expected a prompt reply. Instead of waiting to hear back, he wrapped up the call with Mama and headed off to the Stop & Shop.

Back at the house, he set the bags of groceries down on the kitchen table and started rifling through for the greens to get started on the salad.

“Thank you, baby,” Mama said, brushing a hand across his back as she passed behind. “I know you’re just on the other side of town, but I do miss having you around.” He laughs, but tucks his chin over her shoulder on his way to get tongs, promising,

“I miss you too.”

They had everything set out on the table in a few minutes, and Suzanne hollered “Riiiichard! Diiiiner!” towards the back of the house. Coach joined them a moment later, dropping into his seat at the head of the table with a grunt that sounded more pained than ill-tempered. He complimented Suzanne on dinner and asked “Junior” how his classes were going as always, and between bites, Eric and his mama traded glances.

Neither of them dared ask about practice until the brownies were cut and ice cream scooped. Only then did Suzanne clear her throat and and ask, “So sweetheart, how was practice?” Eric shoved a large spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, anticipating a long-winded speech about whatever the boys had done to piss him off. Instead, Coach looked a little awkward and addressed Eric.

“Well, funny enough, I wanted to talk to you about that.”

“Oh?” Eric’s ind raced, frantically trying to recall if he’d played a part in any activities that could’ve affected the boys’ game. “Well fire away.”

“It’s - it’s a favor - a biggun, and you can say no.”

“Okay…Daddy, you’re makin me nervous.”

“Sorry, sorry. Uh, well, you know how our backup kicker has been on leave with mono?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it seems our starting kicker busted his ankle playing soccer.”

“Oh…So you want me to…”

“Fill in, yeah.”

“Coach…”

“I know. I said it was big. And I can see about pulling one of the boys from fourth string, but you’ve got a good leg and you know the team.”

“Richard,” Suzanne warned.

“And kickers hardly ever get tackled,” he promised.

“Richard, that’s enough,” Suzanne said again, firmer. Eric was silent for a moment, staring at his father. Things were different now than they were in Georgia, he knew this. He had his father’s support, the boys knew he was gay and didn’t make an ordeal of it - a few of them were even queer too. The only thing that really bothered him still was the idea of being tackled, but the fact that Ransom and Holster would be his defense…

“I’ll do it.”

“You will?” Both his parents sounded shocked, but a grin was breaking out from under Coach’s moustache. Meanwhile ama looked like she’d swallowed a frog.

“Dicky, you know you don’t have to, right? Not if this is gonna bring your problem back.”

“I’m not gonna faint, Mama,” he told her, trying not to sound irritated. “You’re not supposed to even touch the kicker, and besides…” Eric looked at his father. “I wanna help the team.” Coach nodded, beaming.

“Practice is at 3:30 tomorrow. We’ll get you out there and see if you’re comfortable, and if all goes well, we’ll play you Friday.”

“I’ll be there,” Eric promised.

“Thank you,” Coach said. “I can’t tell you how much it means that you’re even willing to try.” Eric nods at his father, but when he stands to clear the table, he’s engulfed in a bear hug. He squeezes his eyes shut and reminds himself that his father is already proud of him. This is just icing on the cake.

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damonsbitchx · 7 years

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Alcohol Break

Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean, sister!reader, Jack, sales clerk briefly

Warnings: There’s like one bad word, but that’s all.

Word count: 1495

A/N: This is my fic for Katie’s 31 Days Of Halloween challenge. ( @winchesters-favorite-girl ) My prompt was decorations and today is still technically the day for it because it’s only 10 pm here and today has been crazy. I hope y’all like it!

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Dean told me I could get a few decorations, but that was it. Then, he set me loose in the Dollar Tree which was an obvious mistake because I swiped a basket and took off, cackling as he grumbled and trotted to keep up with me. I immediately started grabbing random items that I decided I needed to decorate the bunker and he watched me like a hawk, occasionally taking something from my hand with a huff because I guess he didn’t want it.

So, I’d simply wait until he took his eyes off of me, even for a moment, then shove to the item under all the contents of my basket. I think he noticed and eventually traded trying to reel me back in for just keeping an eye on me.

I strolled around the store, casually scanning the shelves. At this particular store, there were a couple Halloween themed items down each aisle, even the toiletries. So, I deemed it a brilliant idea to a couple rolls of orange toilet paper with spiders printed on it, smirking at all the ideas popping into my head.

Not long after my discovery, however, I glanced down and realized my basket was pretty full. I could see Dean cautiously shuffling towards me, pretending he was inspecting the shampoo scents, but I knew he wanted my basket. So, naturally, I dashed off the other direction earning another angry grumble and he started after me.

“Y/N, come on!” he yelled at me from down the aisle.

“I just need a couple more things,” I grinned briefly in his direction and grabbed a couple rolls of orange and black streamer on the way around the corner.

At this point, we had caught a few employees and fellow customers attention. I grinned politely as I swept past each of them. I could hear Dean mutter apologies for me and I giggled as I shoved another bag of candy corn into my basket. The last thing I grabbed before he caught me was a giant box of orange and green blinking lights, which I was the most excited about.

“I’m not paying for any of this bullshit,” he told me sternly, dragging me by the wrist to the front of the store.

“I know, that’s why I’m paying for it, Dean. Sam wants decorations, so I’m going to give them to him,” I protested, yanking on my arm hopelessly.

We got to the cash register and I worked on piling the stuff from my basket onto the conveyor belt while the woman working the register made some small talk.

“Did you two find everything okay?” she beamed as she began scanning everything.

“Yes, I did,” I grinned. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Getting ready for a party?” she asked me politely.

“Er.. you could say that, yes. See, my big brother was talking about how he wished we decorated our home, but we are on the road most of the time, so usually, we aren’t home to decorate. We are home this year though, so I’ve taken it upon myself to buy supplies. Plus, my BIG big brother here,” I gestured to Dean,”hates decorating. So, it’s up to me.”

“Awh, that sounds so nice,” she smiled at me, scanning the last item and putting it into the bag. “That’ll be $46,” she told me, cautiously handing the four plastic bags full of items to Dean.

After I paid and said goodbye to the nice lady, I took the bags from Dean and he grumbled about how ridiculous I was while he ushered me back out to Baby.

We made it back to the bunker and I texted Sam to come help me get the bags, so he was waiting outside when we pulled up.

“What is all this, Y/N/N?” he asked me as he took the two bags I handed to him.

“They’re decorations, just like you wanted!” I beamed.

He huffed gently and pulled me into a hug with his free arm and we walked back inside.

“Okay, a little more to the left,” Dean directed Sam who was up on a ladder hanging lights. It turns out the lights were in the shapes of jack-o-lanterns which made me even happier.

Jack and I busied ourselves with taping little paper cats and pumpkins to the wall of the library and setting candles everywhere. Between the two of us, half a bag of candy corn was already gone because I had no self-control and Jack had even less than I did.

“How do they look, Y/N/N?” Sam asked me.

I looked up to see all the orange and green pumpkins blinking on the bookshelves and just about melted.

“Awwww they’re gorgeous,” I whined as I whipped my phone out. “Quick, say cheese!” I yelled at them and snapped their picture.

“Okay, alcohol break,” Dean sighed, heading for the kitchen.

I subtly rolled my eyes and went back to taping papers on the wall, but assigned Jack the new task of helping the Sam hang the streamers.

“It’s over there in that bag, Jack,” I pointed to the other end of the table.

“What is streamer?” he squinted into the bag he was digging through with confusion.

Sam trotted over with a slightly amused huff. “Here, this is the streamer,” he answered, dropping the rolls of black and orange streamer into Jack’s hands who still looked confused as hell about it.

Dean had returned, setting three glasses and a bottle of whiskey on the table near me. I didn’t think decorating was that stressful, but I wasn’t about to argue with a little whiskey. He glanced back to see Sam trying to teach Jack how to hang the streamer. His jaw clenched as he returned his focus to the bottle in his hand, pouring a glass and setting it down in front of me.

“Give the kid a break, Dean,” I scolded, sipping the whiskey. He sighed, downing his entire glass and pouring himself another.

“I’m trying Y/N/N. I just can’t help, but think he’s gonna go dark side. I don’t want you or Sam to get hurt,” he responded roughly, watching them struggle as the streamer rolled away from them. “I’d better go help them,” he decided out loud, setting his drink on the table.

I watched the three of them struggle to tame the wild roll of orange streamer, sipping my whiskey and contemplating what Dean had said. Then, I decided to start folding the origami pumpkins and throw the rolls of Halloween toilet paper around the room. I tangle it around lamps and chairs, plus, I even got some onto the lights that hung from the ceiling. Eventually, the boys caught the runaway streamer and all was right in the world.

Sam and Dean reclined back in their chairs, sipping whiskey, and inspecting the work we all had done. Jack and I both sat on the floor while I taught him how to play monopoly.

“Okay, roll the dice again,” I instructed, taking a sip of my beer.

He gently tossed the dice and squinted at it until it stopped.

“Three,” he spoke softly, perking up and looking at me.

“Okay, now move your piece three spaces… n--no no, that’s my piece,” I gently snatched it from him. “Here,” I pointed to his,”this one is yours.”

A smile flashed across his face and he moved his piece three spaces in the wrong direction, but I wasn’t about to say anything. Next, I rolled the dice and moved my piece five spaces and waited for Jack to go again. I turned when I heard a soft huff behind me and saw Sam smiling fondly at us.

“He’s not a bad player,” I commented, shrugging my shoulders.

“Thank you for all of this, Y/N,” he responded.

“Nah, anything for my big brother. Besides, it was fun getting all the stuff and putting it up, just ask Dean,” I joked.

Dean scoffed and chugged his whiskey.

“Why don’t you both play with us?” Jack asked them.

“Oh uh... yeah, yeah, I can play,” Sam stood up, wiping his hands on his thighs and sitting down next to me.

The three of us turned to look at Dean who pretended like he didn’t know we were staring at him. So, I elbowed Sam.

“Give him the eyes,” I hissed in amusement.

Dean glanced our way, probably to see if we’d given up, but rolled his eyes once he realized we hadn’t. I stuck out my bottom lip in an over exaggerated pout and whined.

Fine,” he groaned, hoisting himself out of his chair and onto the floor between Sam and I. I grinned, handed them their pieces, and filled them in on how far we’d gotten. We played monopoly for the rest of the night, occasionally taking candy corn and alcohol breaks, often both.

And for a while, all was right in the world.

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currentlylurking · 7 years

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Character Development Questions Hard Mode 1-45 for Infinite?

holy fucking shit

Anon I love you you’re my good bud LET’S DO THIS

I assume you mean SOS Text / Future!Infinite so minor spoilers

1. Does your character have siblings orfamily members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

He’s not close to his blood relatives, but he has a group of people he works with. They consider themselves a family, and are all physically in their 20s. Out of all of them, he’s arguably the closest to his boss, Hafia. She gets the most nicknames.

2. What is/was your character’srelationship with their mother like?

He’s been told that he loved her very much and would do anything for her.

3. What is/was your character’srelationship with their father like?

He’s been told that he loved him very much and that he learned so much from him.

4. Has your character ever witnessedsomething that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

He’s only like ~20 years into his timeline during SOS Text, so not yet lmao.

(Years down the road, he’ll watch the Observants remove a ghost’s core and vow to do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn’t happen to him- already established events in his timeline be damned)

5. On an average day, what can be foundin your character’s pockets?

well

A shitton of yarn. He doesn’t know where it’s coming from, but lord almighty it’s everywhere.

several rolls of leopard print duct tape.

like, 3 boxes worth of fun-sized snickers

Sharpies in various colours, but quite a few black ones

some cool looking rocks - one’s shaped vaguely like the outline of a cat!

a bag of Honey Nut Cheerios, long since smashed to pieces

business cards with his name written in English, Esperanto, German, Modern Ghost, and Ancient Ghost that proclaim him to be a ‘world-class piece of shit’

paper airplanes, in various stages of completion

the plug and cord from an old toaster (the rest wouldn’t fit)

like, 7 decks of playing cards

Polaroids of his best friend doing stupid shit- ie, that time he got frustrated while trying to build a house of cards and brought out the super glue

ribbons, tied in various knots

a set of lock picks

a hamster ball for his pet mouse Finnegan R. Cheddar

Occasionally, Finnegan R. Cheddar

various attempts to use the yarn to make beanies, all of them bad

a book of card tricks

the ‘Bees?’ card from a Cards Against Humanity game

A plastic egg

Various items he has pickpocketed from people - photos, wallets, keys

packages of hot chocolate with little tiny marshmallows

stupid trinkets he’s made from wire, most of them bad

Polaroids of cute dogs

a list of every Observant name he knows and a shitty nickname for each of them

free-range glitter, which sticks to almost everything (it’s also eatable, mostly)

Various pieces of nicely made bread

a keychain with a volcano on it that ‘erupts’ when you press a button

a cellphone in kind of shitty condition with cool apps and pretty impressive highscore on flappy bird

And finally;

a much, much older iPhone with a severely cracked screen and an adapter that allows it to charge itself with ambient ectoplasm. He doesn’t know the password, and the lockscreen’s background is a giant middle finger.

6. Does your character have recurringthemes in their dreams?

A lot of his dreams involve either fog or a game of tug-of-war. Also bread, but that’s just because he really likes bread lmao

7. Does your character have recurringthemes in their nightmares?

Rejection. He’s terrified of what will happen when nobody wants him anymore.

(Later, he’ll see what the Observants are capable of- and on bad nights he’ll lose his friends and family by their hands over and over again)

8. Has your character ever fired a gun?If so, what was their first target?

Yep, it was an ectogun aimed at a ghost- really, when his story takes place in the world of Danny Phantom, what else would it be?

(Later, he’ll learn to use a real gun, and will hate every second it’s in his hand)

9. Is your character’s currentsocioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Currently, he’s much better off than he was when he was growing up. Which is funny, considering that he’s dead.

10.Does your character feel morecomfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

More clothing; he LOVES turtlenecks, but has been told that they ‘make him look like an absolute fucking nerd.’

11.In what situation was your characterthe most afraid they’ve ever been?

The first time Infinite entered the human realm, he found himself in a ruined Timeline where he was nearly killed by people who said they knew him. Hafia rescued him, and healed him up, but refused to explain. Infinite had to find answers for himself, and those answers horrified him.

12.In what situation was your characterthe most calm they’ve ever been?

The first time he met the Observants, his family quietly panicked. Infinite, however, offered his right hand for a shake and introduced himself.

He was wearing a hand buzzer.

The Observants automatically started looking for an excuse to murder him.

13.Is your character bothered by thesight of blood? If so, in what way?

His family was worried he would be, but he’s not particularly. He’s wary of it, though; human blood severely burns ghosts like him.

14.Does your character remember names orfaces easier?

Mostly faces, since he has a tendency to give people shitty nicknames.

15.Is your character preoccupied withmoney or material possession? Why or why not?

Not really. Hafia or his honourary sister, Tempest, could easily get him whatever material thing he desired, and they also have a room filled with various currencies from the past ~300 years. material things aren’t really a concern for Infinite.

16.Which does your character idealizemost: happiness or success?

Success. He’s convinced that as long as he can succeed, he’ll be happy. They world just likes to make that difficult for him.

17.What was your character’s favoritetoy as a child?

He’s been told it was a build-a-bear dog dressed a shirt covered with pumpkins.

18.Is your character more likely toadmire wisdom, or ambition in others?

Ambition, definitely. He’s more interested in people who are out there getting what they want; they’re usually more interesting, anyway.

19.What is your character’s biggestrelationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

It’s a good thing this question says ‘biggest’ because Infinite Hour is SHIT at interacting with people and I could write a short essay on that fact alone.

He likes to test the boundaries; he insults, annoys, and otherwise harasses the people he meets until they snap at him. And he does this constantly, because a lot of people he knows refuse to snap at him. To Infinite, that’s just infuriating- so when he does eventually meet people he can push to their breaking point, well, he likes to have fun with it.

He’s ruined a lot of relationships like this, but for the most part he never saw the people he’d hurt again anyways.

(‘most part,’ I saw, as Clockwork, Pariah, the Observants, and half the cast of SOS Text glare at Infinite from a distance)

20.In what ways does your charactercompare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation,or self-criticism?

At the current point in his timeline, Infinite doesn’t really compare himself to others- the times that he does, it’s accompanied by a scoff and a reference to how he could do it so much better

21.If something tragic or negativehappens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it,or are they quick to blame others?

Most of the time something bad happens, he doesn’t care until it directly effects him. Then, it’s self-blame all the way.

(Later, he’ll get better at not caring, and passing the blame onto other people and even convincing them that he’s innocent. But the little voice in the back of his mind reminding him that he did this will never fully stop)

22.What does your character like inother people?

He likes people who are upfront and truthful, who are strong make an effort to go after their goals. People who don’t just sit by, who speak their mind, have a good sense of humor, and are smart. But mainly, he likes people who like him for who he is, not for what they’re heard.

23.What does your character dislike inother people?

Stupidity, whether that’s people who are stupidly brave or just not as smart as Infinite ‘over complicated is just another word for smart’ Hour. People who suck up and bend over backwards to be accepted by everyone, or who don’t know when to give up or make excuses for their inaction. But most importantly, he dislikes people who act like he’s a big deal- but only because of one story he’s heard, over and over, where’s he painted as a saint and sacrifices himself for a reason that has never once made sense to him.

24.How quick is your character to trustsomeone else?

Depends on the situation and what he knows about him. The first time he met Clockwork, Infinite had heard hundreds of stories about how amazing he was and was practically in love. Clockwork wanted nothing to do with him.

(Later, he’ll bounce across the multiverse, and assume that if he could trust someone in one world he can trust them in the next. He will be wrong, and pay for it.)

25.How quick is your character tosuspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

If all the signs point to them, he’ll put it together pretty quickly. If experience has shown that they’re not someone he should trust, he’ll be more willing to challenge them about it. Otherwise, and especially if he’s close to them, he’ll keep any suspicions locked away in the back of his mind.

26.How does your character behave aroundchildren?

He doesn’t particularly interact with children, but he finds them amusing. He’ll go along with their games, for the most part. However, if it’s a child version of his family or friends, he puts his best foot forwards. If it’s a child version of his boss (who he’s encountered numerous times), he’ll act like the perfect person and tell her to ‘remember that for later.’

27.How does your character normally dealwith confrontation?

By running the fuck away lmao.

Infinite can fight if he needs to, sure- but if it isn’t something he can handle easily, he is gone.

28.How quick or slow is your characterto resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

If he doesn’t have a choice, he’ll fight, but he normally keeps his distance. He’ll stick to stuff he can shoot or throw, and stall for time until someone else can come up with a plan.

29.What did your character dream ofbeing or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

He’s been told that he really wanted to be an astronaut. He ended up in space once while teleporting about; it gave him a pretty bad headache and Hafia had to come rescue him.

30.What does your character findrepulsive or disgusting?

Most typically gross things. Anything that came out of a human body, anything decomposing, open wounds (bonus points if someone puts something in it), thing like that.

31.Describe a scenario in which yourcharacter feels most comfortable.

trick question; he’s permanently low-key uncomfortable.

He’s traveling through time, and comes across a group of people. He travels with them, they all playfully annoy each other, they share food and stories, they thwart the Observants or some other group with too much power, and they take him to see something amazing. He takes a picture and later retells the tale to his best friend, who replies with a story from before Infinite died. He hears the story about how his past-self embarrassed himself and smiles, knowing that it sounds exactly like something his current self would do.

32.Describe a scenario in which yourcharacter feels most uncomfortable.

Every moment of his afterlife lmao.

He’s in a heavily populated area, dressed up fancily and his hair is down. One member of his family is always nearby to make sure he behaves. People like him, and they let him know. Constantly. They call him a hero, and talk about every good thing he did before he died. He insults them under his breath, but his family makes sure they don’t hear. The Observants are nearby, waiting for him to make a mistake that they can use. Someone insults his best friend, and he has no choice but to smile and nod.

33.In the face of criticism, is yourcharacter defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Defensive. He takes criticism as a personal attack, and gets upset with that.

If it’s criticism about how much of an ass he is, however, he doesn’t care for the most part. He’s enjoying himself, isn’t that what’s really important?

34.Is your character more likely to keeptrying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately moveon to a different solution/method?

He’ll stick to one method until he knows for certain it isn’t working.

35.How does your character behave aroundpeople they like?

With his friends and family, there’s a lot of playful insults and stupid jokes. He makes a lot of puns. He’ll tell stories, give them nicknames, take pictures when they’re not looking, and listen to what they have to stay. He’ll push their boundaries, but will never cross the line.

With random people he happens to meet and be interested by, there’s still a lot of teasing and bad jokes. But he’ll show off his powers and skills, and talk a lot about practically nothing. He’ll play up the parts of himself he thinks they’d like, and toes the line whenever he can to see what’ll make them snap.

36.How does your character behave aroundpeople they dislike?

When around people he dislikes (particularly the Observants) he will let them know. He doesn’t take anything they say or do seriously, and mocks them constantly. He undermines any authority they have, and constantly annoys them in small ways (ie, moving everything of the Observants’ he could get his hands on a couple inches to the left after threatening to move it to the right). He’ll also casually steal from them.

37.Is your character more concerned withdefending their honor, or protecting their status?

Tough call. When you’re bouncing around a world and constantly meeting people you don’t know, status loses it’s meaning. But Infinite’s not super honorable; he’ll try to protect his image, sure, but when the going gets tough he gets going.

He has a reputation of being this insanely powerful and confusing being, though, and he does do his best to keep that in place.

38.Is your character more likely toremove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Remove himself lmao. Infinite encounters a serious problem and you’ll have to give him five good reasons why he shouldn’t just peace out.

(‘people you genuinely like are involved but won’t like you if you don’t act’ and ‘according to what we know about this point in time you do this’ are both worth all 5 slots)

39.Has your character ever been bittenby an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

He’s been bitten by a dog before, but that didn’t stop him from petting it. In his defense, it was a very fluffy puppy.

40.How does your character treat peoplein service jobs?

He’s perfectly kind to them. If he’s going to be mean to them, he’ll do it because of their personality, not their job. He has standards.

41.Does your character feel that theydeserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do theyfeel they must earn it first?

Oh, he deserves it. He deserves to live, to see the world’s coolest shit, and for people to like him for who he is now. If you say otherwise, he doesn’t like you.

42.Has your character ever had aparental figure who was not related to them?

His family is more or less stuck in the ‘siblings’ zone, and nobody gets more than ‘severe mom friend’ parental.

43.Has your character ever had adependent figure who was not related to them?

Nope. He’d be such a bad influence, could you imagine?

(Later, his family will expand as they take in a pair of teenagers- one of which who has the same powers as him. And he’ll try, he really will, but in the end the others will serve as guardians far better than he ever could)

(But even later, as he travels the multiverse, he’ll find people over and over who look up to him. People who depend on him. People who love him. And he’ll be terrified, but he’ll fight for them)

44.How easy or difficult is it for yourcharacter to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

what’s this? Infinite ‘constantly fucks with people’ Hour, saying I love you insincerely? Ridiculous. Impossible. He would never.

Infinite isn’t exactly someone who uses the word ‘love’ while talking to other people. If it’s about an object, or a really nice cup of coffee, he’ll tell the world that he loves it. But his friends? His family? He’d only say he loved them if they were about to die, and all he could do was run.

45.What does your character believe willhappen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

He thinks nothing happens after the death of a ghost, and there isn’t a single thing in the world that terrifies him more than that.

#Danny Phantom #S.O.S. Text #Lurking's OC Army #Thank you Anon! <3 this was fun!!#currently talking #Anonymous

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thetimeweaver · 5 years

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Breaking

This was supposed to be her big break. A break from reality. A break from her mother. A break from everything that once held her back. But things were not exactly happening as planned.

“Do you have everything you need?” Her mother asked with a voice high strung and filled with worry as she slammed the car trunk closed. The two, Ella and her mother, were standing outside the freshman dorm of All-Star College, experiencing the frustration and devastation of the dreaded move-in day. It had taken them nearly half an hour to unpack and fill Ella’s assigned dorm room. Now all was left was the fated parting. Mother and child, finally going their separate ways.

“Yeah, Mom.” Ella groaned, dancing on unsteady feet. She grabbed the handle of light-weight suitcase covered in an endless array of constellations and the never-ending abyss of space with a small set of wheels to relieve some of the burden of its contents. The handle was pulled to its tallest height, just barely reaching one’s hip. She eyed her mother, leaning towards the entrance of the dormitory. And started towards the front door with her mother following close behind.

“Do you have your braces? Your extra castes?” Her mother said quickly, concern coating her voice as her steps quickened to keep up with her daughter. “What about the wellness center’s emergency contact? You have Dr. Clare on speed dial, right?”

Ella stopped and turned towards the one person who held the key to her freedom. “Yes, mom, I got everything I need and more.” She turned back towards the door.

“But, what about-” Her mother started, only to be interrupted by a loud, annoyed sigh.

“Mom, please. I’m gonna be fine.” She reached out and grabbed her mother’s shoulders, knuckles paling with effort. “I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“But Ella, your condition, I’m just afraid that you’ll…” She bit her lip, glancing between her only daughter and the door. So many uncertainties. So many possibilities. So many ways for such a fragile being to crack and break, shattering into a million undistinguishable pieces.

Ella stiffened. Her condition. How dare she call it that? Always breaking, always screaming, always crying. Always being restrained to the disastrous and stiff mixture of plaster and cotton. Only for it to be reduced to two simple, everyday words. Her condition. Osteogenesis imperfect.

Ella’s eyes slipped over her mother’s mask of worry then to the closed door. “Goodbye, mom.” She leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, lips barely brushing against her mother’s skin. With a shaking hand, she reached over and turned the door handle and strode away into her new life.

The room was rather small, roughly the size of a utility closet. The air was heavy and smelled like stale bread and mold. Reaching with both her arms stretched out wide, Ella could easily touch both, oddly pinkish walls. They were made of stone and flaunted the idea of a masquerade of tape and posters. Provided solely by the college were the absolute essentials two young adults would truly need, beds, desks with accompanying rickety chairs that were on their last legs, a mini-fridge, and a microwave that smelled like leftover meatloaf. There was also a mirror, if you wanted to call it that. Shattered and long been discarded, it sat in Ella’s side of the room, waiting for someone put it back together. All of Ella’s belongings were piled up on her side of the room, just in case her roommate decided to show up before she was completely done unpacking it all.

“Well, home sweet home, I guess.” Ella said, a frown sewn tightly onto her nude lips. She strode over to the shattered mirror and picked up a fragment, watching as the sharp edge silently dug into her paling skin. A droplet of blood leaked out of the wound, like a dew drop slipping off the edge of a sweating radiator. Finally registering the sudden pain, she dropped the piece, watching as it crashed and shattered against the concrete.

She was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed tightly over her stomach. Tears dotted her forest green eyes as her brunette hair fell onto her face. “Who am I kidding? I cannot do this.” Ella slowly sunk to her knees. “What if I break? What if I shatter? Who will pick up all my pieces?” Her eyes glared at the forgotten mirror, anger swelling in her throat.

Then came a knock, rapid and obtruding her storm of thoughts. Ella stood and walked towards the door, peeking out into the hallway to find a bright and eerily cheery face staring back at her. Covered head to toe in red with a dragon, the school’s mascot, costume consuming most of her body, was an older girl. “Howdy there,” the girl said, a southern drawl blanketing her words in dust and hot weather. “My name is Alessandra, but you can call me Aless if you would like. I am your RA.” She peeked into the room, taking in all the bareness and lack of readiness, she glanced down at her clip board and then back up at the room number printed on the door. “You must Ella Nichols.”

Ella’s fingers drummed along the door, waiting patiently for Alessandra to decide she was too boring to deal with and leave. “I am. Why? Is there a problem?”

Alessandra shook her head, “Nope, none at all my dear.” She paused, searching for the right, non-condescending, words. “It’s just that your mother made it very clear that you have a certain…” Another pause, smothering the already foul-smelling air with tension and unease. “Your mother wanted to make sure that I knew that your bones are little different form mine and hers.”

“They’re hollow.” Ella said, trying to ease the door closed ever so slowly. “Much a like a bird’s. But instead of allowing me to fly, they break.” Break, shatter, snap, cave in, Ella thought to herself, not daring to say the words aloud.

Alessandra shifted on her feet and clutched the clip board a little bit closer to her chest. “Well, you mother asked that I help you unpack, since you refused her aid.” She inched towards the door, attempting to pry it open just a little more so she could sneak through the crack.

“No thank you.” She said and pulled the door shut, wincing as the sound echoed around the room. A sigh escaped her lips as she placed her forehead against the cool wooden door. Just beyond was the sound of hesitant but retreating footsteps boomed down the hall. “Just because I’m a little different, does not mean I need extra help.” Her brow furrowed together as she snarled in disgust. “Why must mother always make a big deal out of it?”

She was left undisturbed for a total of three hours before being interrupted yet again by the rapping of knuckles against wood. Only this time, it was not the dragon lady, but rather Ella’s roommate. She was petite and scrawny, barely able to carry the large cardboard box that rested snuggly in her arms. Her hair was raven black and neatly braided down her back, barely reaching the top of her narrow hips. Black and blue spots slept snuggly under her caramel brown eyes, indicating the lack of sleep. Unlike Ella’s pale skin, the girl was tan and looked like she practically lived on the sun. She slipped through the door and hefted the box onto her bed.

With a huff of breath, she turned and smiled at Ella. “That was a lot heavier than it looked, trust me.” The box barely made a dent in the bed’s conforming nature. “The name is Dianna, and yes just like Wonder Woman.” She struck the iconic heroine’s pose, crossing her wrists in front of her upper chest and gave Ella a fierce look. “What’s your name?”

“The name is Ella, like Cinderella, but without all the ashes.” She said, eyeing the girl warily. “My mother did not send you here, right?”

Dianna shot her a confused look, eyes narrowing. “Your mother, girl I have never met your mother in my entire life.” She paled as a thought crossed her mind. “No offense to her, of course.”

Ella quickly shook her head. “No, it’s just that she...” A groan slipped past her lips. “Nothing, just forget I said anything.”

Dianna shrugged, “Well, I gotta go get the rest of my stuff.” She headed towards the door. “Unless you want to help. My parents did not exactly have the time to see their youngest daughter, off. After all what is another move-in day compared the four others that came before it.”

Ella could feel her head bobbing up and down, eagerly. Then realization slowly sunk in. She could not help. She could not assist. She could not do anything without someone else helping her. Her eagerness died as it turned over into sadness. “I cannot, sorry.”

“Why not?” Dianna asked, the smile persisting to be a permanent part of her face. She glanced over Ella’s frame, taking in every detail. A pale blue sun-dress adorned her roommate’s frame, hanging loosely from her shoulders. Her green eyes were soft and a never-ending sight of apologies. “I do not see anything wrong with you, maybe a little on the skinny side. A little milk can easily fix that.”

Ella shook her head. “No, I have this thing. This condition.” The word felt like poison on her lips. “Where I cannot exactly do anything at all, without breaking. My bones are fragile and will snap like a twig if I’m not too careful.”

Dianna nodded, “Well, I guess that means you get off easy with carrying all the light stuff.” She held up her arms to show off her muscles. “Looks like I get to use these babies after all.”

Another smile ran across her roommate’s lips and Ella could not help but smile as well. “Well, I guess that beats carrying nothing.”

Walking arm and arm, the two strode out of the dormitory towards Dianna’s rusty orange punch-buggy. The interior was a messy array of dorm supplies and feminine essentials, such as high heels and packets of pumpkin-spiced coffee grounds. With arms filled with pillows and a random blanket, Ella was the first to arrive back to the girl’s dorm, only to find that the janitors had been by and cleared away the shattered mirror. She threw the pillows onto Dianna’s bed and sat on her somewhat assembled mattress, feeling weightless as she jumped onto it. The mattress springs groaned under her sudden weight. She kicked off her shoes and laid out, waiting patiently for Dianna to return.

The door slowly creaked out and there appeared Dianna, with tears streaking down her petite face. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a sob. Her eyes glazed over Ella as she slid to her knees.

“Dianna! What happened?” Without a moment of hesitation, Ella jumped from the bed. Only to be met with a sudden crack and then pain. Tears welled up in her own as eyes as her entire body folded in on itself, forcing her frame into the agonizing fetal position.

“Ella! What did you-?” Dianna raced to her newly-made friend’s side, hands hesitant hovering over her crumpled form. “What do I do? Who do I need to call? Ella! Speak to me!”

Just hold yourself together. Ella thought, keeping still so she would not become an endless pile of broken and tattered puzzle pieces. You knew something was going to go wrong. And now look at you. You’re nothing! Nothing but a mistake! Nothing but a burden! Who is going to pick you up now? You are just like that stupid mirror.

“Ella, I need you to listen to me.” Dianna whispered, voice suddenly clear of all emotion. Cold and tense, she sounded like the Amazonian warrior, as opposed to her meek and self-conscious side Ella had seen before. “I am going to carry you to the wellness center. If any time, it feels like I am hurting you. I need to know. Please do not keep secrets from me.”

Hands shaking like an old woman with arthritis, Dianna wrapped her arms around Ella’s breaking frame, trying her best not to cause any more damage that was sustained. “Where did you…” Break. The word clogged up in her throat, refusing to come forth. “Where does it hurt?”

“Legs. Lower legs.” Ella spat, barely able to keep the pain from splattering and staining her shaking voice. “Broken. Definitely broken.” She grunted as she was hefted from the peaceful ground to Dianna’s unsteady and bending back. “I’m so sorry. I must be the worst roommate in the world. Just when we were finally getting to know each other. I just had to go and break.”

Dianna laughed, bubbly and full of joy. “Do you know want to know why I was crying?” A pause, just enough for her to catch her breath as they trekked down the hallway towards the wellness center. “On the way back here, I realized something. For once in my life, someone has finally noticed me.” Another burst of laughter. “Wait that sounded better in my head. What I mean to say is that for once in my life, someone saw me for who I was. Not as the sister or the daughter, but as Dianna. Independent and fierce Dianna. And do you know who that someone was?” A smile spread across her lips. “It was you, my dear Cinderella. Now come on, let’s get your glass slipper fixed before our lovely RA decides to steal you away to the tower from whence you came.”

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Sketchbook assignment #1: 16 Crayons, self-portrait and a reflective surface (not a mirror or your cell phone camera).

Sketchbook assignment #2: My First Chimera by Max Johnson,each person will choose three animals (either currently alive or extinct, but the animals must have been alive at some point or alive today, no unicorns) and using only dry mediums (markers, pencils, crayons, pens, etc.) each person will make a whole new animal combining their original three. The main stipulation is that each animal must be represented by a different medium. The whole page can be used, and the three animals can be combined in any way.

Sketchbook assignment #3: Create a Google Doodle as if Google was celebrating a day about you, using Sharpies (or other permanent marker pens) and as much color as possible.

Sketchbook assignment #4: Create a design for making a unique pumpkin table decoration-- these are foam pumpkins, so acrylic paint, added materials, etc. can be included. These pumpkins will be auctioned off to raise money for the shelter, so think of a spectacular design that says "buy me!"

Sketchbook assignment #5: Create a composition by covering your whole page with texture, lines, and marks without using “typical drawing materials”.

Sketchbook assignment #6: Draw a scene from imagination, with you in it, with as much rich detail as possible- if you were in a crash; what would it look like? or Place where you would be most content, etc.Something that has never happened to you.Must use rich color and detail.Must be from imagination (no pictures, or real life observation)Don’t worry about the end product since you are drawing from imagination, just really try to create a picture in your head and move it onto paper

Sketchbook assignment #7: To start the drawing, the class will need to use a light to cast their shadow on a wall. They will draw their shadow as a silhouette on their paper and then using only up to 6 colors that they feel represent a part of them, they will design their “auras”. Materials are limited to colored pencils and/or markers. Students must take the time to think about the colors they use and may only represent themselves. I have always felt that time in a sketchbook is a great time for self reflection and self discovery, the goal of this assignment is to encourage students to take the time to understand more about themselves while also finding colors they connect with which could in the future inspire more art.

Sketchbook assignment #8 Cover your page in charcoal and use only an eraser and an object that limits/obstructs/focuses your view as your “view finder” (ex. strainer, tube, fork, bike wheel), to create an image from observation that demonstrates depth (a foreground, middle ground and background).

Sketchbook assignment #10 Find an object in nature to use as a reference, and draw the object using only two complementary colors to create value and form.

Sketchbook assignment #11 Draw something that is impossible to do, with water color pencils. One or multiple pieces of paper can be used.This assignment is very open ended to let my students use their imaginations. They will be told to use their sketch book to draw something that is impossible to do. This could be drawn on one or many pages. It could be drawn as a story, or a timeline, or a newspaper article. The only parameters are that the drawings need to be readable and they need to be done with watercolor pencils. At the beginning of the assignment, if the students are having a hard time coming up with something out of thin air, we will talk about all of the things that are currently possible that used to be impossible. If we have time, we may look at futuristic models and compare them to how the modern real things appear.

Sketchbook assignment #12 Using a fragment of an image taken by chance from the internet based on sentences or phrases in the last work you made,generate a new drawing incorporating some aspect of a poem from the poem generators online. Steps are below. Drawing materials and techniques are your choice. Steps: Look back at your last piece of completed art and describe it with a phrase or sentence that you associate with it, poetic and/or conceptual. Use more than one word. Go into Google search and type in your phrase and see what comes up under images. Choose 6 images and roll a die, assigning each a number. If you don’t have a die, you can randomly pick a number. 4.Print out this image In any size you like and cut into 4 equal parts. Close your eyes and chose a section. Paste or tape this into your sketchbook. Then use a poem generator, some examples below: https://www.poem-generator.org.uk/sonnet/ (Links to an external site) and enter related keywords or use http://www.fibitz.com/sonnets/sonnets.html (Links to an external site.)This poem should be incorporated into your drawing as you see fit.

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Rustic Industrial Fall Porch

Maryann Caballero of Domestically Speaking can’t wait for the temperature to drop in her Southern California neighborhood because that means she gets to decorate for the fall season. As a part of this years Halloween and Harvest Style Challenge series, Maryann decorated her front porch with Harvest decor.

Read on to find out how you can combine rustic and industrial fall porch decorations to transform your front door and boost your curb appeal.

Rustic Industrial Fall Porch Decorations

Fall is my favorite time of year. After enjoying the beach and the hot temps we get in Southern California, I am always ready for chilly nights and cooler days to return. Our front porch is usually the first area that I start to decorate. Once we pass Labor Day, my neighbors get to enjoy (okay, endure) my fall decor while it is still 90+ degrees. Hey, if kiddos are in school, the fall decorations are coming out. So let me share my rustic industrial fall porch decorations with you.

We have a small porch, but enough space to create a welcoming fall area.

Fall Wreath

The first fall goodie that went up was this gorgeous Fall Foliage Wreath. The fall colors are spot on and I love the shimmery sparkle of the leaves.

There is just something about red and orange leaves that leave me giddy!

Front Door Fall Decor

When brainstorming my porch I knew I wanted hay, mums, some metal pumpkins, a giant lantern and a cute DIY doormat.

You can find these perfect sized bales of hay at The Home Depot. I grabbed two so I could stack them and create some levels for putting the pumpkins on. Hay is a great way to instantly create a fall look.

This year, I noticed The Home Depot had these gorgeous mums in containers that look like wooden barrels. Perfect for the rustic element I wanted. They are plastic, but really look like wood.

They had a variety of colors in the mums, but I went with red and yellow tones to match the leaf colors in the wreath.

I placed the giant lantern on the left side of the doorway to balance out the bales of hay on the right side. This Weathered Wood and Metal Lantern is awesome and huge. The candles are battery powered so it’s just gorgeous at night!

Then it was time to add my DIY industrial, metal pumpkins. I made a variety of sizes and placed them around at varies heights. Creating levels helps to create a cohesive look. It keeps your eyes happy as you take it all in!

DIY Gather Door Mat

Now for the final touch, my Gather doormat. Here’s what you need to make your own custom DIY Doormat.

Materials

Coir and Vinyl Door Mat

Freezer paper

X-acto knife

Acrylic patio paint

Foam paint brush

Step 1

This was a fun DIY project. Now I don’t have a fancy cutting machine, so let me show you how to create your own doormat without one.

My secret weapon – freezer paper! Yep, you can find it most grocery stores near the aluminum foil. I started by creating the size of the wording in a word document program on my computer. After measuring your doormat decide how big you want your wording to be and create a custom size document. Once you pick the font and size, you want to print in “poster” mode. This will print the lettering over multiple pages so you get it the size you want. Take your papers and tape them together to create your word. Now it’s time for some fun!

Step 2

Cut a piece of freezer paper that is longer than your wording. Now if you look at the freezer paper you will see one side is shiny and the other side is a matte finish. Place the freezer paper shiny side down on a surface you can cut on. Then using painter’s tape, tape the wording on top of the freezer paper.

Now you will need an x-acto blade to cut out the lettering. You are basically creating a template with your freezer paper. Slowly and carefully cut out the lettering. Remember you need to keep the center of your letters, like in your “a”, etc.

Step 3

Once you have your “Gather” cut out you are going to lay your freezer paper (with the gather cut out of it) on top of your doormat with that shiny side still faced down. Center it where you want and then use painter’s tape to secure it.

Then you will take a dry, high heat iron and gently press on top of the freezer paper and it will stick to the doormat. Don’t drag the iron across. You want to press the iron for about 3 to 5 seconds in an area, lift and move to another area then press that area for 3 to 5 seconds. Continue until you have the template secure. Remember to add those center letter area cut-outs with that shiny side side and iron those on.

Step 4

Then I used an acrylic patio craft paint (you can find it in some Home Depot stores or online) to paint the lettering. With a foam brush dab the paint onto the open area of the template. Make sure you only have a little paint on the brush and you want to pounce – up and down motion – with the brush… don’t swipe or you can lift those ironed down edges.

Once you’ve completed the painting let it dry about 30 minutes and then slowly lift and pull off the freezer paper to reveal your gorgeous new custom doormat! How fun was that?

This DIY Gather Doormat was the perfect finishing touch to my rustic and industrial fall porch decorations.

For more DIY Halloween and harvest ideas, see other articles in our Halloween Style Challenge series, and follow our Halloween Style Challenge board on Pinterest.

Visit The Home Depot’s online Halloween Decor Department for more fall porch decorations to spruce up your front door.

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shiigreentii · 7 years

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Rustic Industrial Fall Porch

Read on to find out how you can combine rustic and industrial fall porch decorations to transform your front door and boost your curb appeal.

Rustic Industrial Fall Porch Decorations

We have a small porch, but enough space to create a welcoming fall area.

Fall Wreath

The first fall goodie that went up was this gorgeous Fall Foliage Wreath. The fall colors are spot on and I love the shimmery sparkle of the leaves.

There is just something about red and orange leaves that leave me giddy!

Front Door Fall Decor

When brainstorming my porch I knew I wanted hay, mums, some metal pumpkins, a giant lantern and a cute DIY doormat.

This year, I noticed The Home Depot had these gorgeous mums in containers that look like wooden barrels. Perfect for the rustic element I wanted. They are plastic, but really look like wood.

They had a variety of colors in the mums, but I went with red and yellow tones to match the leaf colors in the wreath.

DIY Gather Door Mat

Now for the final touch, my Gather doormat. Here’s what you need to make your own custom DIY Doormat.

Materials

Coir and Vinyl Door Mat

Freezer paper

X-acto knife

Acrylic patio paint

Foam paint brush

Step 1

This was a fun DIY project. Now I don’t have a fancy cutting machine, so let me show you how to create your own doormat without one.

Step 2

Step 3

Step 4

Once you’ve completed the painting let it dry about 30 minutes and then slowly lift and pull off the freezer paper to reveal your gorgeous new custom doormat! How fun was that?

This DIY Gather Doormat was the perfect finishing touch to my rustic and industrial fall porch decorations.

For more DIY Halloween and harvest ideas, see other articles in our Halloween Style Challenge series, and follow our Halloween Style Challenge board on Pinterest.

Visit The Home Depot’s online Halloween Decor Department for more fall porch decorations to spruce up your front door.

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chocdono · 7 years

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Rustic Industrial Fall Porch

Read on to find out how you can combine rustic and industrial fall porch decorations to transform your front door and boost your curb appeal.

Rustic Industrial Fall Porch Decorations

We have a small porch, but enough space to create a welcoming fall area.

Fall Wreath

The first fall goodie that went up was this gorgeous Fall Foliage Wreath. The fall colors are spot on and I love the shimmery sparkle of the leaves.

There is just something about red and orange leaves that leave me giddy!

Front Door Fall Decor

When brainstorming my porch I knew I wanted hay, mums, some metal pumpkins, a giant lantern and a cute DIY doormat.

This year, I noticed The Home Depot had these gorgeous mums in containers that look like wooden barrels. Perfect for the rustic element I wanted. They are plastic, but really look like wood.

They had a variety of colors in the mums, but I went with red and yellow tones to match the leaf colors in the wreath.

DIY Gather Door Mat

Now for the final touch, my Gather doormat. Here’s what you need to make your own custom DIY Doormat.

Materials

Coir and Vinyl Door Mat

Freezer paper

X-acto knife

Acrylic patio paint

Foam paint brush

Step 1

This was a fun DIY project. Now I don’t have a fancy cutting machine, so let me show you how to create your own doormat without one.

Step 2

Step 3

Step 4

Once you’ve completed the painting let it dry about 30 minutes and then slowly lift and pull off the freezer paper to reveal your gorgeous new custom doormat! How fun was that?

This DIY Gather Doormat was the perfect finishing touch to my rustic and industrial fall porch decorations.

For more DIY Halloween and harvest ideas, see other articles in our Halloween Style Challenge series, and follow our Halloween Style Challenge board on Pinterest.

Visit The Home Depot’s online Halloween Decor Department for more fall porch decorations to spruce up your front door.

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ryancanedy · 7 years

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Rustic Industrial Fall Porch

Read on to find out how you can combine rustic and industrial fall porch decorations to transform your front door and boost your curb appeal.

Rustic Industrial Fall Porch Decorations

We have a small porch, but enough space to create a welcoming fall area.

Fall Wreath

The first fall goodie that went up was this gorgeous Fall Foliage Wreath. The fall colors are spot on and I love the shimmery sparkle of the leaves.

There is just something about red and orange leaves that leave me giddy!

Front Door Fall Decor

When brainstorming my porch I knew I wanted hay, mums, some metal pumpkins, a giant lantern and a cute DIY doormat.

This year, I noticed The Home Depot had these gorgeous mums in containers that look like wooden barrels. Perfect for the rustic element I wanted. They are plastic, but really look like wood.

They had a variety of colors in the mums, but I went with red and yellow tones to match the leaf colors in the wreath.

DIY Gather Door Mat

Now for the final touch, my Gather doormat. Here’s what you need to make your own custom DIY Doormat.

Materials

Coir and Vinyl Door Mat

Freezer paper

X-acto knife

Acrylic patio paint

Foam paint brush

Step 1

This was a fun DIY project. Now I don’t have a fancy cutting machine, so let me show you how to create your own doormat without one.

Step 2

Step 3

Step 4

Once you’ve completed the painting let it dry about 30 minutes and then slowly lift and pull off the freezer paper to reveal your gorgeous new custom doormat! How fun was that?

This DIY Gather Doormat was the perfect finishing touch to my rustic and industrial fall porch decorations.

For more DIY Halloween and harvest ideas, see other articles in our Halloween Style Challenge series, and follow our Halloween Style Challenge board on Pinterest.

Visit The Home Depot’s online Halloween Décor Department for more fall porch decorations to spruce up your front door.

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Read on to find out how you can combine rustic and industrial fall porch decorations to transform your front door.

Rustic Industrial Fall Porch Decorations

Fall is my favorite time of year! After enjoying the beach and the hot temps we get in Southern California, I am ready for chilly nights and cooler days to return. Our front porch is usually the first area that I start to decorate. Once we pass Labor Day my neighbors get to enjoy (ok endure) my fall décor while it is still 90+ degrees. Hey, if kiddos are in school the fall decorations are coming out. So let me share my rustic and industrial fall porch decorations with you.

We have a small porch, but enough space to create a welcoming fall area.

Fall Wreath

The first fall goodie that went up was this gorgeous Fall Foliage Wreath. The fall colors are spot on and I love the shimmery sparkle that the leaves have.

There is just something about red and orange leaves that leave me giddy!

Front Door Decor

When brainstorming my porch I knew I wanted hay, mums, some metal pumpkins, a giant lantern and a cute DIY doormat.

You can find these perfect sized bales of hay at Home Depot. I grabbed 2 so I could stack them and create some levels for putting the pumpkins on. Hay is a great idea to instantly create a fall look.

This year I noticed Home Depot had these gorgeous mums in containers that look like wood barrels. Perfect for the rustic element I wanted. They are plastic, but really look like wood.

They had a variety of colors in the mums, but I went with red and yellow tones to match the leaf colors in the wreath.

Then it was time to add my industrial, metal pumpkins. I made a variety of sizes and placed them around at varies heights. Creating levels helps to create a cohesive look. It keeps your eyes happy as you take it all in!

DIY “Gather” Door Mat

Now for the final touch, my Gather doormat. Here’s what you need to make your own custom DIY Doormat.

Materials

Coir and Vinyl Door Mat

Freezer paper

X-acto knife

Acrylic patio paint

Foam paint brush

Step 1

This was a fun DIY project. Now I don’t have a fancy cutting machine, so let me show you how to create your own doormat without one.

Step 2

Step 3

Step 4

Once you’ve completed the painting let it dry about 30 minutes and then slowly lift and pull off the freezer paper to reveal your gorgeous new custom doormat! How fun was that?

This DIY Gather Doormat was the perfect finishing touch to my Rustic Industrial Fall Porch.

The post Rustic Industrial Fall Porch appeared first on The Home Depot Blog.

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