I love writing and reading about towns and cities full of secrets and mysteries, where almost none of the residents are truly innocent

they're just pretty words, my dear (31444 words) by lowhangingfru1t Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

non-magic AU, high school AU

Summary: In all his seventeen years, Remus Lupin had never had a love story of his own. At least not one where anyone got what they wanted. He sighed, turning back around. “One letter. Twenty-five pounds. After that, you’re on your own,” Remus told her flatly. He knew it was wrong to mess around with someone's heart like that, but there were bills to pay. “Yes!” The girl pumped her fist excitedly. Remus tried not to be endeared by it. “You’re a pretty alright person, you know.” “Don’t thank me just yet,” Remus warned. “I’m not guaranteeing you a date with the bloody hotshot or anything. Just a letter.” She beamed even wider. “Just a letter,” she repeated. “Totally.” — How to get out of a small town: the story of a swot, a misfit, a burnout, & a business venture.

Comment: This was such a cute fic, I LOVE Remus and Marlene's friendship and the whole fic felt like I was watching a coming of age film (in the best kind of way)!

Made up a fake town for Leo in my separated au (scattered to the winds)

Here’s a doodle of its flag because I am a huge flag nerd

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San Vicente Ferrer, Tayabas A small coastal town in between Gumaca and Lopez, Tayabas (now Quezon and Aurora), named after its patron Saint, Saint Vincent Ferrer, a Spanish Dominican missionary and logician who also had a sticky record regarding conversion of Jewish people to Christianity. Established by the Dominicans decades after the founding of Gumaca, it was nestled at the foot of the Sierra Madre mountain range with its rainforests and the coastal line of Lamon Bay, a part of it populated by mangroves and another part by black sand. People rely on farming and fishing for sustenance. First administered by Dominican friars, the gobernadorcillos later replaced them as heads of the town throughout the Spanish period. Later on, the presidentes municipal headed the town during the American occupation. It was a town fortified by a long line of walls and little fortresses to protect itself from invaders, though now the walls were reduced to rubble. The town celebrated the feast of its patron saint on April 5, but there were times it overlapped with the remembrance of the Holy Week. Youngsters would joke that whenever it did occur, they would spend more time mumbling prayers and listening to the pasyon than the lively band music and flirting with each other whenever they could. If they did, it would be after the Holy Week. Prominent families dominating the politics of the town include the Herreras, a family of public servants headed by the one-time presidente municipal Don Gerardo; the Asilos, known for their patriarch's and young scion's poltical and business savvy (the patriarch also participated in taking down the Rios Revolt); the Dinsmores, whose head of the family was an American who settled in the Islands and were just as unscrupulous; the de Ocampos with its overtly religious patriarch with the tendency to stick with anyone just as powerful in the land; and the Villareals who once made their mark with their liberal ideas only to be taken down by enemies on imagined allegations.

☁︎ Maple Creek ☁︎

Maple Creek is a small town located in the south of Elderfield, a fictional country with a diverse geography and culture. The town is situated along the Maple River, a scenic waterway that is popular for fishing and boating. The climate in Maple Creek is humid subtropical, with hot summers and mild winters. The average temperature in the summer months (June to August) ranges from 26-32°C (79-90°F), while in the winter months (December to February), the average temperature ranges from 5-15°C (41-59°F). The town receives a fair amount of rainfall throughout the year, with the wettest months being May and June. Thunderstorms are common during the summer months, and occasional hurricanes or tropical storms may affect the area during hurricane season (June to November).

Despite its small size, Maple Creek has a thriving economy that is primarily based on tourism. The town is known for its historic downtown area, which features quaint shops, restaurants, and charming Victorian-era architecture. Visitors can stroll along Main Street, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling town center. The shops sell a variety of items, including handmade crafts, antiques, and locally-produced food and beverages. The restaurants serve a range of cuisine, from traditional southern comfort food to international dishes.

In addition to the downtown area, Maple Creek has several parks and nature reserves that are popular with locals and visitors alike. The most notable of these is Maple Creek Park, a sprawling green space that spans over 500 acres. The park features several hiking trails, picnic areas, and scenic overlooks that offer stunning views of the surrounding countryside. Visitors can also enjoy fishing and boating on the Maple River, which runs through the park.

Another popular attraction in Maple Creek is the annual Maple Creek Harvest Festival, which takes place every fall. The festival celebrates the town's agricultural heritage, with events and activities that include a farmers' market, live music, and a pumpkin patch. Visitors can also take part in traditional harvest activities, such as apple picking and hayrides.

Despite its many cultural attractions, Maple Creek remains a small town at heart, with a strong sense of community and a relaxed pace of life. Residents take pride in their town's history and traditions, and many participate in local events and volunteer organizations. The town also has a close-knit business community, with many small businesses working together to promote economic growth and development.

In conclusion, Maple Creek is a charming southern town with a rich history and culture. Its warm climate, scenic location, and friendly residents make it a popular destination for visitors looking to escape the hustle and bustle of city life. Whether you're interested in outdoor activities, shopping, or simply soaking up the town's unique atmosphere, Maple Creek has something to offer everyone. Inspiration: Maple Creek from the game, Enigmatis; Ghosts of Maple Creek, southern americana, Vermont.

Gilchrist

By: Christian Galacar Two years after losing their infant son to a tragic accident, Peter Martell, a novelist with a peculiar knack for finding lost things, and his wife, Sylvia, are devastated to learn they may no longer be able to have children. In need of a fresh start, and compelled by strange dreams, the couple decide to rent a lake house in the idyllic town of Gilchrist, Massachusetts, a…

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Friday night plans in Reddington

Happy hour at the Quilted Ghost sounds like a good idea.

I need to be careful before I fall in love with my fictional town 😭

i have a feeling it’s gonna be a podcast summerrr. every car ride? podcast. doing homework and wanna be distracted? podcast. trying to sleep but the thoughts? podcast.

Oh my god I woke up this morning and my Stardew Valley meta post had almost 150 notes????? Hello?????????? Anyways I started writing this last night because @moon-is-pretty-tonight left nice tags on the original so thank you so much!!

We know from the starting scenes of the game that the farmer's grandfather loved Stardew Valley. So why did he leave? Pelican Town is a good place to grow old; George and Evelyn are just fine. It's a fine place to raise a kid, but maybe he just wanted to raise his child closer to real schools and other children.

Or maybe, just maybe, he understood.

Was there a day when he was in his thirties where he looked at his friends and realized they weren't like him? That he could run faster than them, work longer, explore deeper into the hidden places of the valley?

Was there a day when he went to the wizard to ask him for help, for knowledge if nothing else? Did he learn then that his family was different? Special? Chosen? And how did he react? He couldn't possibly raise a child in the valley if they would be as strange and fey as him. He had to leave. There was no other way.

But years later, on his deathbed, did he regret that choice?

Is that why he gave the farmer the letter?

Is that why they went back home?

When the farmer steps off the bus that first day, the valley is still on the cusp of winter, just barely tipping over into spring. The flowers are starting to bloom, but a chill still hangs in the air. As soon as the farmer's boots touch the soil there's a change. The air gets warmer. The trees get greener. Not by too much, not all at once, but it changes.

The junimos watch the farmer as they do their work. They're new to farming, but take to it with frightening speed; their first batch of crops is perfect. None of the townsfolk tell them that parsnips don't normally grow in less than a week, that cauliflowers don't grow to be ten feet tall, that fairies don't visit when the sun goes down and grow potatoes and beans and tulips overnight. The junimos talk amongst themselves in their strange, wild language, and agree: this is the one. They're back. The valley recognizes its own, even when they've left for a generation. The farmers have come home.

Things change fast in the valley. The community center, empty and decrepit for so many years, is rejuvenated. (Lewis says it was abandoned only a few weeks after the farmer's grandfather left. Strange coincidence, he says, that it both came and went with the farmer's family.) The mines and the quarry, similarly abandoned, are explored for the first time in ages. The town becomes cleaner, brighter, more vibrant, happier.

And it is happier. Not just the environment, but the people. It's the talk of the town for weeks when Haley does her first closet purge. Leah's art show in the town square is a huge success. Shane's smiling for the first time since he moved to the valley. All of them, when asked, say it's all thanks to the farmer.

People love to ask why Lewis didn't fix the community center on his own. Why Willy never repaired the boat to ginger island. Why Abigail or Marlon never went down to fix the elevator in the mines, or why Clint didn't fix the minecarts.

But isn't it so much more interesting to ask how those things were there in the first place? How they got so broken down? If the stories the townspeople tell are true, the valley was once a beautiful place, flourishing and full of life; why did that change? When did it change?

Was it when the farmer's grandfather, the locus of the valley, its chosen representative, left town?

And if so, what happens when the farmer comes back?

Say hi to my cringefail boyloser husband chat

God I wish he was real,,

I absolutely adore the (thinly-veiled) story in "Fortnight" because as I said on album release day, it's like "ivy" but in the suburbs.

I love the conceit of some sort of sanitized, suburban wasteland being a veneer for the seedy underbelly of these unhappy couples, acting out their secret fantasies as a cover for how unsatisfying their pristine lives are. It feels so "Desperate Housewives" turned on its head.

The narrator is drinking away her troubles, but nobody notices because everyone else is just as miserable and doing the same thing. (Or don't care.) The love interest moves in to the house behind hers, captivating her across the fence line. His wife upkeeps the perfect suburban duties, tending to her garden, and it drives the narrator crazy because her own home is in shambles on the inside. How dare she make something so beautiful that hides something so ugly? How dare she be happy when she has the one thing the narrator thinks she wants?

The would-be lovers circle each other, make pleasantries like good neighbours always do, sublimating their desires for each other over idle chit chat, which only highlights how that spark has gone out with her husband. And the image of their presumed perfect marriage to their neighbours is also a lie, because while she's feeding these fantasies about the other man in her mind, her husband is openly unfaithful. And the fuck of it all is that she knows and she isn't doing anything about it. The implied reading of "my husband is cheating, I want to kill him," to me is that this is an ongoing affair, but she's just put up with it, letting the resentment build but continuing to play the role of dutiful wife. (After all, good wives always know.)

The story is suburban gothic. The pressures of up keeping the day to day of the British? American dream do nothing but kill the spirit of the people inside them when they can't admit that it's wrong. The call is coming from inside the house: the danger isn't from some monster lurking in the shadows invading their neighbourhood, but quite literally in their own backyards. The only options are to stay stuck in the mundane reality of day to day in this sterile cage, or to break free and escape to Florida, the bastion of evading the law and lovers and time. You can buy the car (or the house or the boat or whatever), but it won't fill the hole inside you if you can't admit what's wrong and follow through.

I could soooooo see this playing out as a movie or TV show and I freaking love it. (I mean, it already has, it's a whole genre lol.) There's the whole ~real life~ situation filtering through these characters, being used as a cautionary tale that would probably veer a shade too far into speculation for another post. But I do love me some storytelling about the dark side of suburbia as a foil to people's darker impulses and psychological breakdowns.

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