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snippet saturday sunday
a bit more than a snippet, but here's some of the original fiction i've been tapping away at:
A few doors down from Davis’ bakery, the Whetherwear Girls are hard at work hawking their trends with the forceful, perky persistence drilled into them by Mrs. Hogan, a former beauty queen who runs her boutique with an iron first. The Whetherwear Girls are an elite force in Hollybrook; only the most popular girls are hired, and they are only allowed to wear Whetherwear merchandise. Everywhere. All the time. To school. To events. On dates. There was a rumor once that a girl had been fired when Mrs. Hogan showed up at her house unannounced at midnight and found her in pajamas her mom had bought at Bloomingdales.
The Girls are currently arranging a rainbow of colored tights and a display of chunky bangles, chirping brightly at anyone brave or stupid enough to wander nearby. When one of them, Candy Finedom, spots Jack, she and the other two Girls giggle and wiggle their fingers at Jack, doing that wave he thinks they all learned in sex ed when the boys and girls got split up for different talks, because he’s never seen a dude do it like that but it seems to come naturally to every girl he knows. He smiles and waves back, and wonders if the Girls are cold; Candy’s in a denim mini-skirt and teal tights exactly like the ones on the table, and one of the other Girls, Natalie Clarke, has an artfully cut-up Debbie Gibson tee and Levi’s, and she seems to be shaking like a chihuahua with a visitor at the door.
Well. Jack’s mom always says beauty is pain. Maybe beauty is freezing your ass off, too.
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Sage (he/she/they) is the (ex? current? it's complicated, she was dead for awhile and then came back but again, complicated) partner of my character Juniper!
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Hollybrooke Evergreene, a dnd character
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the three redesign for an au im concepting! jaystrike, hollybrook, and lionwhisper.
full designs under cut
#warrior cats#warrior cats art#warrior cats fanart#power of three#warriors cats au#thunderclan#jayfeather#hollyleaf#lionblaze#eggsdraws#im never not gonna shut up about warrior cats btw#i have mental illness and its been with me since i was in middle school
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So uh, it's @taznovembercelebration time yet again! I wanted to at least get one out so when i pulled Celebrity AU, i had a pretty perfect opening (because the au that lives in mine and Hali's head is constantly rotating like a chicken in my mind)
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“So that neighbor guy.” Lup states, nary a preamble in the same square mile. She’s perched on the counter, supervising while Taako scrambles a half-dozen eggs. It’s entirely too early or perhaps too late for food, guess it just depends on your perspective. But, far be it from either of them to ever ask for someone else’s perspective.
“He’s certainly a neighbor,” Taako says. He’s not willing to take whatever bait it is that Lup’s dangling. He pokes at the eggs with a spatula and sprinkles a hefty pinch of salt on top, mixing as he goes.
“He was remarkably kind, given how obnoxious the party was. And his pajamas were awfully cute.”
Taako fakes a gasp. “Lup, I thought you’re with a very dashing Apple store employee! How quickly your eyes wander.” He hasn’t thought about whatshisname (Kravitz Queen in apartment 22F) since the party he so rudely intruded on. And then fell asleep at. Right at Taako’s own kitchen table.
She groans and rolls her eyes. “Taako, you’re being purposefully obtuse.”
“I’ve been told I’m quite acutie.”
“Awful, I want a new brother.”
“Sorry, no returns,” he says gleefully. He shuts the burner off and grabs two plates from the cupboard, evenly distributing the eggs across them. “Like. I dunno, Lup, what do you want me to say? He’s cute, sure, but I thought I wasn’t supposed to be pursuing new relationships right now.” That’s what all the doctors at Hollybrook suggested, anyway. He’d rolled his eyes when he first heard that, but as the months have progressed, it’s been a nice break.
“I’m not saying you need to get married or anything, I’m just saying he’s cute and nice and a musician. Simply stating facts,” she says around a bite of scrambled eggs. “I’m supposed to be on set today, the director apparently has a bold new vision and needs some more cash to make it happen. You wanna come?”
He mulls it over for a moment. “Anyone cool? Last one you produced had that shitbag Jerre whatshisnuts and he was so smarmy at the premiere and I think if I ever saw him again I’d deck him.”
“No Mr. Whatshisnuts, scout’s honor,” Lup says, giving him a faux-serious two-fingered salute.
Taako snorts and rolls his eyes. “We were never scouts, goofus. But, nah. I’m going to sit this one out. Probably do some journaling and go to bed.”
“Okay, call me if you need me. I’ll be back this afternoon, probably. Maybe we can get dinner tonight?”
He nods. “Sounds good, be safe. Love you.”
“Love you!”
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“—And rather than scripting this out, we feel that this sequence is going to be shown best through a kind of dream ballet scene that’ll last for about seven minutes,” The director excitedly explains to Lup. She’s trying hard to focus, she really is, but her phone seems intent on boring a hole through her leg. She sneaks a quick glance to see that she’s missed a fourth call from Lucretia. That’s never good.
“Hey, Todd, love this idea you’ve got going on. My publicist is like, blowing up my phone so let’s regroup in half an hour, okay? Okay!” She says as she extricates herself from the conversation.
“Luce, what’s up?” Lup asks, just managing to catch this fifth call.
“I thought Taako was off Twitter for now,” Lucretia says, sounding exasperated.
“Uh. Well he was while he was in Hollybrook but you said it’d be cool for him to reconnect with the fans now.”
“Remind me not to have any more stupid ideas.”
“Is it bad?” Lup hasn’t been on the damn app since the last premiere. She usually lets Lucretia handle her social media except for her Letterboxd.
“Not bad just…thirsty?”
Lup does her best not to laugh. Well. She makes some attempt to not laugh. “Thirsty?”
Lucretia sighs. “It started off fine, just him tweeting about this musician, but a few fan accounts started stirring the pot and. Well. I guess he’s ‘down horrendously for that kravitz guy’ as @taacocat69420 so eloquently put it.”
“God he’s a mess,” she says fondly. “I think it’ll be fine though. Kravitz is cool. Hope this gets him some extra streams or something.”
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Kravitz stirs at eleven. He’s a little surprised that his alarm never went off, though a quick glance at his lockscreen lends some light to why. His notifications are atrocious. Good atrocious, it just looks like the whole internet threw up in them maybe. When he finally traces the source of why, he starts to get dressed. Best not to make another pajama clad impression.
#rip (reeses in pieces)#taz balance#taz november celebration#taz nc#taako#lup#kravitz#celebrity twins au#i just. he's a mess what can i say?#reese writes
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Fic: O Night Divine (4/?)
Fandom: The Quarry
Pairing: Travis Hackett/Laura Kearney
Rating: Mature for now, will go up in rating
Warnings: Christmas, Blood, Violence, Language, Mystery, Age-Difference, Magic, Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, Christmas tropes
Summary: Laura reaches out to Travis to help her find her sister, only for them to discover the idyllic town of Hollybrooke and its main attraction, The Christmas Village.
But not everything is at it appears to be in this quaint community and the two soon find themselves embroiled in unexpected holiday horrors.
Notes: I’ve always wanted to write a Hallmark Christmas movie as a horror film. They’re so ripe for the treatment! My time has come!
Preview:
The first time Laura fell in love, she was eight years old.
An argument can be made that, considering her very young age, it was merely puppy love but, at the time, it felt very real and very deep to Laura. She was in love with her third-grade teacher, Mr. Stanley.
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Hollybrook caught a fish 🐟 She’s a ThunderClan gal so idk how she got it but here she is
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What if I wrote a Good Omens Hallmark AU? Nah… unless…? 👀
Here’s Good Omens For Christmas, a bit of a crack fic in the sense that it’s, well, Hallmark inspired, but it’s taken just as seriously as any of those movies, so, y’know,
“Aziraphale Z. Fell is the humble, England-raised owner of “A. Z. Fell Booksellers”, a bookstore nestled in the heart of the small town of Hollybrook, Maine. He has an extreme affinity for the Christmas season, and he always goes all out with decorations and Christmas-themed events held at the bookstore. While he doesn’t sell many books, he’s still very well-respected and loved by the community.
Enter Anthony J. Crowley, a fast-moving, grumpy corporate executive from New York who was sent by his boss and partner, Lucius Fir, in an attempt to acquisition Aziraphale’s bookstore for his company’s purposes. Crowley doesn’t really want to come out to a buttcrack town in the middle of nowhere Maine for the holidays, but who is he to refuse Lucius?
Our two leading boys get off to a rocky start when, while Crowley is scoping out the bookstore, Crowley manages to accidentally destroy Aziraphale’s tediously-constructed Christmas display.
Will the spirit of Christmas be able to bring these two opposites together, or will it fold to the intensity of their clashing ideologies?”
#good omens#gomens#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#good omens 2#hallmark#hallmark christmas movies#inspired by hallmark Christmas movies#AO3#archive of our own#my writing
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Bad D&D idea #203:
After new labor laws aimed at child welfare were passed, the film industry (think 1930s) no longer found it tenable to hire child actors due to the strenuous long hours worked by the film stars every day resembling too much the gruesome conditions of child factory workers (which is what the laws were actually seeking to ban). The film industry of Hollybrookland thus hit on the exciting idea of casting younger adult halflings and gnomes in the roles of human children, allowing them to circumvent the laws restricting how long minors can work for and instead follow the laxer laws for adults (in Hollybrook 18-hour workdays are the norm). This flagrant shirking of humane conditions has an upside though, in that members of the shorter races have broken through the "glass ceiling" of the human-centric film industry, and now gnomes and halflings count among Hollybrook's silver stars, with Shyrlee Tempell and Mackall'y Kulcan being household names. But there's a darker side too, and some feel that the excitement for working adults making a living by portraying childhood innocence on screen might be a little eww-worthy, particularly from among the clergy who rally around rosy-cheeked Shyrlee Tempell.
#this one is dark lmao#dnd#dnd ideas#rpg ideas#rpg#D&D ideas#D&D#bad dnd ideas#questionable dnd ideas
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#FORESTGR4VE: PRIVATE & SELECTIVE WYNNA HOLLYBROOK , THE PLAYER CHARACTER OF BALDER'S GATE III . CONTAINS MATURE & TRIGGERING CONTENT . PERSONALS / MINORS DNI . WRITTEN BY AJ , 24 , THEY/THEM
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wip game!
rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (for any work of fiction) and tag as many people as there are words
thanks to @postmodernau for tagging me! i haven't looked at a fic document in about, oh, three months, but here's something from the terrifyingly taking shape Original Fiction i'm working on!!!:
Ben is not asked to handle sales. Ben, if alone in the store with a pack of tourists, would ask these people what they like to read, and unless what they liked lined up with the very specific niches he also likes, he would say something like, “I don’t know. Try the westerns,” and the customer would seem confused when he didn’t take their hand and skip to the section with them like they were Dorothy and her band of bozos.
no idea who's participated in this go-round of this game, so if you want to post yours, consider yourself tagged!
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This one is dated May 9, no year
Hard Times
Olaf was an old, bald peasant. He rented land from Lord Hollybrook to farm wheat. He made just enough so that he and his wife could have a modest dinner every night. He made just enough so that he could have three cups of ale every other night. He watched the Lord’s knights ride off one morning to sweep for Dane raiders off the northern coast. They always rode past him, eyes forward with no acknowledgement that what he did provided them flour. That cloudy, sunless morning, a new knight was among them, and he nodded at Olaf. Olaf looked at the knight and then back down to his work, planting seeds.
The next morning, Olaf was working again as the knights rode past. The new knight with the spotless armor again nodded at him and added “Good day”. Olaf reluctantly raised his hand and then went back down to work. He and his wife had beef stew that night with dark bread that Olaf loved and joked was his source of energy. He drank his ale at the tavern and a tall man with long black hair waved at him and nodded from across the floor.
When the knights rode past the next day, the knight had a few scratches on his armor, but had his helmet off and said, “How do you find the day farmer?”
Olaf replied, “I find it well sir, thank you.”
That night he told his wife of his encounter over leftover stew and bread. He told her that the man at the tavern was the friendly knight who greeted him the past three mornings.
The knights rode and stopped at Olaf’s farm, waiting on one more member of their party to arrive. The friendly knight came down from his horse and walked over to Olaf.
The knight said, “I was thinking the other day that you toil all day so that we can enjoy our ale at night”
Olaf said, “Well sir you toil all day so that we may be safe.”
The knight said, “What is safety if there is nothing to enjoy it with?”
They rode off to sweep for northern raiders like they normally did.
When the knights came back that afternoon, the black-haired knight was absent, and a horse rode beside them with no rider.
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Book Review: Sent away by Brenda Maxfield
Book Review: Sent away by Brenda Maxfield
Sent Away by Brenda MaxfieldMy rating: 5 of 5 starsKindleAll is wellTwo people with a doomed relationship meet and see the hurt in each other. This is the start of something beautiful. I know the author has more Hollybrook in her. God-centered and romantic too!View all my reviews
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Ruth Schwartz never planned on falling in love with an Englischer. But then she meets Jack Wilson—handsome,…
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#JurassicWorldAlive (at Hollybrook Street) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg93wlZKIa4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Fic: O Night Divine (3/?)
Fandom: The Quarry
Pairing: Travis Hackett/Laura Kearney
Rating: Teen for now, will go up in rating
Warnings: Christmas, Blood, Violence, Language, Mystery, Age-Difference, Magic, Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, Christmas tropes
Summary: Laura reaches out to Travis to help her find her sister, only for them to discover the idyllic town of Hollybrooke and its main attraction, The Christmas Village.
But not everything is at it appears to be in this quaint community and the two soon find themselves embroiled in unexpected holiday horrors.
Notes: I’ve always wanted to write a Hallmark Christmas movie as a horror film. They’re so ripe for the treatment! My time has come!
Preview:
It’s a little after eight and Travis is eating breakfast down in the dining room when Laura arrives. She looks pissed. He does his resolute best not to smile, his mouth full of pancakes.
But it becomes near impossible when she flops down in the chair across from him and growls, “Someone jammed my doorknob."
“Did they?”
“Made it so I couldn’t leave my room last night!”
He swallows, voice sardonic, “Now why would you want to do that?”
“You know why, you son of a-!”
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Alfred Hawthorne "Benny" Hill was called up in 1942, and began his service with the Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers, serving three-and-a-half years in France, Holland, Belgium and Germany. Driver/Mechanic 14332308 Benny Hill didn't arrive in Normandy until 1 September 1944. He was a searchlight operator for the Third Light Anti-Aircraft Searchlight Battery which landed at the Mulberry floating harbours. From there they were sent to Dunkirk where a pocket of 7,000 Germans had been bypassed. After demobilisation Benny Hill played in working men's clubs, and teamed up with Alfred Marks for Starlight Hour on the BBC Light programme. Hill would go on to gain international success with the "The Benny Hill Show." Alfred Hawthorne Hill passed away on April 20, 1992 at the age of 68. He lies in rest at Hollybrook Cemetery in Southampton England. Lest We Forget.
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