#I keep poking at other wips.... but no dice

[ejunkiet]

apparently all I can write at the moment is smut jfgkasdf

[runawaymun]

Ok, i think I've asked about the arranged Celerond marriage, so I'm gonna role the dice and ask about this mysterious Untitled Document.

Ahaha yesss! The mysterious Untitled Document! This one has been sitting there for a while, and I keep circling back to poke at it. It's a Celrond fic (big surprise), but it has more of a focus on Celebrian & Celeborn. In my headcannons - hair is a secondary sex characteristic for the Noldor, and it's considered a very private thing. So having braided/pinned up/otherwise styled/covered hair is appropriate, and leaving your hair loose is not. I hc Celebrian as being more culturally Sindarin (they like to leave their hair loose and there's no weight attached to it), vs Elrond -- being raised since he was pretty young in a Noldorin environment -- has the Noldorin sensibilities.

Anyway Cel doesn't really track this? So this fic is set in Elrond and Cel's courting stage, and it's gonna be Celeborn giving Celebrian the hair talk so she stops flustering Elrond out of his mind haha.

Small snippet:

“Ada, which one do you think Elrond would like best?” Celebrían asked, pulling out her first choice: the green bell-shaped gown, as well as a breezy periwinkle dress that glittered with gemstones and left her shoulders bare. “I think he will like both because you are in them. Would you like help with your hair?” Celebrían hadn’t been planning on doing anything with it, but would never turn down an opportunity to have her hair brushed. She nodded, crossing to the vanity to collect the tools and various products, and said: “I was thinking of leaving it loose.”  Amusement —and some other strange expression— flickered across Celeborn’s blunt face. He sat with Celebrían on her bed and took the hair brush from her.

WIP game

[eyes-inthe-dark]

Hi Hello I actually make things sometimes

I don't know if anyone who follows me is interested in this stuff bc I very rarely post things from my own life, but I decided to be a little more active on here besides reblogging funny shit regarding my current hyperfixation.

So, here is the (incomplete) crafting diary of a neurodivergent trans person surviving christmas with the family and the dark and dreadful times (winter) in general by making shit! with my hands!

First: fiber stuff

I picked up tablet weaving over the last few months of 2023 and made my first pair of somewhat mistake-free shoelaces over the holidays! Only got the pattern completely right on the second try with the red but both laces now get to add a fun little detail to my shoes.

Next I tried a more complicated pattern and experimented a lot, hence the irregular pattern and troubleshooting at the start of the band. I'm now repurposing it as a camera strap and I learned a lot from it tho.

My current setup is basic cardboard tablets (I had to make extra ones so I had enough for the last band with 30 cards), tying the warp to something sturdy like a bookshelf, and sitting down with a backstrap belt on the other side of the room. I used thin wool yarn for this, which stuck to itself quite a lot, but not too much to be unmanagable, and I really like how the finished product feels.

If anyone's interested, I could make a longer post on how I made the shoelaces, I think it's a very beginner friendly project.

I managed to get my hands on a drop spindle and gave that a try, but I ran out of wool after making a very small amount of very chunky yarn and am currently working out where to best get sth local. It was fun tho!

I also finally finished the knitted scarf that has been in my wip pile for... approximately three years? I started it when I was still in school, feels like an eternity ago. It's just a simple (although very long) red wool scarf, but it keeps me nice and warm in this cold, harsh- *checks weather* ...5°C and neverending rain.

Next up: woodworking!

Noodled around with my grandpa's old dremel that we still had lying around, which resulted in this truly terrifying weapon:

Behold! I named it Toothling. It's great for poking friends and family when they least expect it.

This was more of a test run to see if it all still works and to try out doing small scale work with wood, now I gotta think of something fun to make. (I say, as if I didn't already have 50 different ideas)

Before that fuckery, I made this magnetic dice box/rolling tray for my lovely partner's birthday.

Though I don't feel like I can take credit for working the CNC magic on this, I did all the hands-on work with the sanding, assembling the magnets, shellac coating, and whatnot. I'm pretty sure wood is some sort of fruit tree, since it smells strongly of what I suspect might be plum or cherry.

Last but sure as fuck not least: embroidery

This I actually get professional instruction for at uni. I've kinda lost patience for it atm, but mostly because I cannot resist making unnecessarily complicated pieces with tiny little stitches and then am forced to finish it because I do actually kinda need to pass this class. My lecturer keeps telling me not to go so detailed, yet I have proven resistant to her good advice. But, I figured if I have to make two full pieces of embroidery to be graded on and put hours of work into, I might as well choose designs that I can turn into patches for my jacket:

Catha and Ruidus! I love me some big moon little moon imagery. The prompt was to incorporate most of the techniques/stitches we've learned so far. Added the little gold chain stitch around ruidus for the arcane latticework. It came out a little wonky shape wise, but I love it nonetheless.

And my most recent wip, a stained glass window design with the Ninth House skull and Gideon's sword behind it, to feed my current Locked Tomb obsession.

And that's it!

[mystery-deer]

Hi I hope you are fine! I've read most of your b99 fics and I love them so much!!!

I have to say I really like how you write Kevin and Holt it's just so interesting and well written I'm speechless!

I hope you'll post new fics with them!

Have a nice day!

(I hope my English isn't too bad, tbh I'm a French native speaker and always feel nervous when I have to write in English haha)

I’m fine, I’m just in school and all my classes are writing based due to my major which leaves little time for recreational writing at the moment~!! Please don’t worry!!  What a lovely ask, it makes me so happy whenever people compliment my writing! Sometimes I think ‘You’re making this way too deep Arthur’ but then I think....hey....I love to swim. I definitely have a few wips and to show you I’m good for it here’s an excerpt from one!;

“Would you like for me to make a run to the store?” Kevin asked.

“No thank you, Deborah’s already…” She trailed off, distracted. Everything was distracted. She wondered who had more of a right to be upset, her or Kevin? Kevin she guessed. “...It’s being taken care of.”

“Of course, would you like to sit down? I can make coffee for all of us.”

“Including me?” Marcus asked, poking his head out from the hall with a grin.

“Excluding you.” 

“I don’t wanna be ex-cluded.” Marcus said, pronouncing it slowly as he went to the front door and rummaged through his bag. “Uncle Ray said he’d help me with my homework but only history because I’m great at everything else!”

“Yes, I heard you got straight A’s this semester.” Marcus took out a glossy notebook and hesitated, looking at the ground and flipping through the pages idly.

“I got a C in history though. No one else did.” He said, suddenly moping. He had the tone of someone bringing up an old grievance and Laverne could picture Debbie trying to cheer him up in the car on the drive home from school as he frowned at the single C. 

“I’m sure that’s an exaggeration. When I was younger I often struggled in math.” Kevin offered.

Marcus perked up. “Really? But math is easy!”

“Perhaps to you because you’re quite gifted in that sphere. However, I had trouble keeping the numbers straight and one day I got a D.” Marcus gasped softly and shook his head. Laverne smiled and looked out the window. Debbie’s car was coming down the street so she rose to greet her.

“Indeed,” Kevin remarked at Marcus’ shock. “I told all my friends that I had gotten a B and threw the report card out the window of the boy’s bathroom.”

“Did your mom get mad?”

“Oh yes.” Kevin said, tone aggressively neutral.

“My mom didn’t get mad at me, she said- she said that’s okay and I can try again!” Marcus exclaimed, proud.

Kevin’s eyes drifted to Laverne’s, then to the door. “She’s a very kind woman. And she’s right.”

The door opened at that moment and Laverne was glad she’d unlocked it in preparation as her daughter was nearly invisible underneath all the bags she was carrying. 

“Little help?” She called and Kevin rushed over to take a few of the heavier ones. Marcus tugged a bag out of her hands and dragged it to the kitchen, refusing anyone else’s help. Laverne reached for a bag but Debbie angled herself away, stumbling to the kitchen and telling her to rest. 

“I don’t need to rest.” Laverne said, slightly annoyed at being treated as so fragile. She remembered when Debbie had fit on her hip, bah. 

“I don’t mean it like that ma, I just...we’re all kinda weird right now.” Kevin and Laverne both flinched at the acknowledgment as to why they were all here. Marcus rooted through the plastic bags in search of snacks. The coffee machine beeped and Kevin poured the liquid into four mugs.

“Mom, can I have coffee?” Marcus asked again, popping up from the floor to grab her leg. Debbie scratched lightly as his hair. 

“You wouldn’t like it, here, I got you some apple juice instead.” She handed the small container of juice to the boy and he grinned, running off down the hall where he’d come from. “Ah ah ah, Marcus!”

There was a pause and then a reversal as he ran back, out of breath. “Yeah?”

“What do we say?” His mother prompted.

“...Thank you!” He ran to give her a hug before bouncing back down the hall. Debbie rolled her eyes good-naturedly as Kevin let out a soft exhale of laughter.

“He’s a handful that one.” Debbie said.

Laverne hummed. “I believe all children are handfuls, be thankful you only have one.” 

“Every day!” Debbie exclaimed, preparing to cook something. “Every day, I am!”

“I’m going to go check on them.” Kevin said, walking down the hall. Laverne and Debbie exchanged a look.

“Do you think he’s going to be ok?” 

“Why wouldn’t he be? I hardly think anything will happen to him between here and Raymond’s room” Debbie shook her head, ignoring her mother’s joke.

“I mean will Ray be ok.”

She didn’t know. She wished she knew. She wished she knew how to deal with this. “I’m certain he’ll be fine.” She said, standing to help her daughter prepare the sandwiches.

Raymond had always been a bit shy around his father. Laverne didn’t know why but whenever he was around he froze up. Raymond would talk endlessly about what he was doing for school, his friends, his campaign for class president and how he was debating whether or not to ask for help with the speech.

“Why not ask your dad? He’s a very skilled orator.” She’d suggested and Raymond had hesitated before nodding the same way he did when he was offered anything he really wanted. He always paused before accepting, as if he expected the other person to snatch it away. 

That night Raymond was quiet at the dinner table. Debbie was happily babbling in her own toddler language about imaginary adventures she’d been on that day and Clifton was humoring her beautifully, giving Laverne a chance to relax. Though she wasn’t relaxing, she was looking at her son who was playing with his dinner nervously. The hour dragged on until finally as she was clearing the plates she said mildly; “Clifton, Raymond would like to ask you something.” Raymond startled as if a spotlight had suddenly been shined on him and avoided eye contact with his father, who turned to him as he wiped Debbie’s face with a napkin.

“Hm? What is it?”

“I- um…it’s nothing. I can do it myself.”

“Are you sure? I’d be glad to help if you-”

“No thank you, I can do it myself.” 

Raymond had rushed to leave the table after that, running to his room and shutting the door. She and Clifton had exchanged a look and her husband had shrugged good-naturedly. 

“He’ll come when he’s ready.” He’d said but Laverne had the strong sense he wouldn’t, that he wanted to be chased and cajoled and coddled.

“Did Kevin tell you how much?” Debbie asked, slicing cucumbers into perfect, thin slices. She was always skilled at chopping and dicing and Laverne would always let her cut the onions and garlic because she liked the smell and she liked carrying on about how it hurt her eyes.

“Not yet.”

“Twenty thousand dollars.” The number shook her. So many zeroes. So much wasted. Debbie seemed to feel the same way, repeating it under her breath. Laverne pictured her son throwing twenty thousand dollars up into the air, watching it scatter on the wind. Throwing it into a fireplace, shredding it in front of her. 

No, don’t blame him.

She wanted to.

Her gut reaction was to shake him when she’d first gotten the call. To drive to his apartment and shake him and scream and ask him why the hell he would do this, how could he so stupid?

She composed herself. That would get her nowhere. 

[drakexwillow]

WIP Wednesday

Hey guys! @loveellamae really, really wanted me to do this post to see what I’ve been working on.

Chapter 4 - One Long Summer

“So does this shirt look better” Max held it up to his chest for a few seconds, before tossing it onto the bed and picking up another “or this one?”

Drake just stared, before running a hand down his face. He’d been waiting 45 minutes for Max to get ready. Max insisted he helped him pick out the perfect clothes, which consisted of him holding up the same shirt in 10 different colours.

“Which colour Drake?” Max asked expectantly as he waved both shirts in front of him.

“The red one”

“The red one?” Max looked down inspecting his choices “what about the blue one?”

“Okay then blue one then”

“Or maybe the purple? Will it match my shoes?”

“You aren’t wearing any shoes” Drake mumbled

“Maybe the green will look better” Max walked to the mirror, holding up a shirt then tossing it to the side and repeating the process. Drake flopped back onto the bed as he pinched the bridge of his nose “can you just PLEASE pick something, we’re already nearly an hour late”

“Drake! This is important, I need to look good” Max whined. “Just because you wear the same thing all the time doesn’t mean I have too.” Drake rolled his eyes “okay well I’m leaving now” Drake pushed himself off the bed, picking up a shirt off the floor and tossing it at Max’s head “just out a shirt on and get your ass moving” and made his way out the bedroom. Max quickly pulled the shirt off his head, pulling it on, fumbling with the buttons “Drake wait I’m coming!” He shouted as he quickly followed. He walked into the open plan living room, where Drake was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest. Drake raised a brow at Max “are you done?”

Wet in the woods - Young and Crazy (this story is from my works Christmas party. I’m Willow and @lyndsay1313 is Maxwell)

Willow groaned as she finished off her 4th bottle of cider I need more she rolled across the bed to her bedside table and eyed the collection of bottles she brought. She plucked out the bottle of gin that had nearly killed her and Freya a few weeks prior. She filled her glass halfway with it and topped the rest up with sourz and added a dash of lemonade for good measure. She grimaced as she took a big swig of the strong concoction she’d just made “Draaaaake” she slurred.

“Willoooooooow”

“My drink is too strong can you get me a new glass”

Drake turn to face her smirking “you know the rule you make the drink, you drink it” Willow sighed and rolled her eyes why did I make that stupid rule “can you throw it out the window for me?” Drake snorted “throw it out yourself Lo”

“Can you at least open the window for me?”

“Fine” Drake mumbled as he pushed himself off the end of the bed and made his way to the window, pushing it open as requested. Willow stumbled around the bed and over to the window. She began to sway as she lent out the window. Drake grabbed her hips to steady her when he realised the entire half of her body was sliding out “are you trying to get yourself killed?” he hissed. Willow held the glass up right why isn’t it going away? She did the only logical thing her drunken mind could think of “goodbye demon juice” she shouted as she launched the glass into the air. She let out a “wheeeyyy” as she watched it sail through the air and shatter on the other side of the roof.

Roll of the dice - Young and Crazy

Willow sighed as she sighed as she picked up the yard glass from the middle of the cards. They were playing their usual drinking game, Ring of fire, and she ended up losing...again. She took a deep breath and brought the glass to her lips, tilting her head back and closing her eyes in preparation for the concoction she was about to drink. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she realized nothing was coming out of the glass, which became deeper when she heard the laughter of her friends. Opening her eyes she examined the contents, the pink liquid she was drinking had congealed at the top of the glass stopping any of the other liquid out. “that is fucking disgusting” Willow grimaced as she shook the glass, only to find her drink stayed put as the liquid bellow splashed around at the bottom. Drake snorted as he poked a straw into the liquid, which only stood upright as he let go “that’s what you get for drinking shit alcohol” Willow narrowed her eyes at him, plucking the straw out the glass and throwing it in Drake’s direction. Olivia looked at the drink in disgust “What the actual fuck are you drinking Willow and why is it bright pink”  “Sidekick..the strawberry and cream flavor” Olivia starred at her blankly, Willow rolled her eyes “It’s vodka” Olivia’s face scrunched up in disapproval. Hana stared at the glass warily “I’ve never seen vodka do that”.

Birthday to forget - Young and Crazy

Max froze as he heard muffled footsteps from upstairs. His eyes widened as he heard Drakes voice boom from the direction of the stairs “Max I’m going to kill you!” Max grabbed Willows hand and began to drag her towards the kitchen “Quick Lo Drakes going to catch us!” Willow giggled as she struggled to keep up, she finally gave up as she let Max drag her across the floor and through the kitchen. He pushed Olivia out the way as he dragged Willows limo body through the kitchen and into the bathroom. He quickly turned locking the bathroom door, he pushed Willow into the bath, grabbed a bath towel and joined her as he threw the towel over their heads to hide them. Willow giggled “Max what are we doing?” He shift so he was lying on top of her “shhh Drakes coming” he slurred. They heard the door handle jiggle a few times and both failed to suppressed their laughter. They jumped as they heard Drake bang on the door “open this god dam door Max I swear to god” They both lay still as they heard muffled voices on the other side of the door. “Are we safe?” Willow whispered, as Max open his mouth to reply the towel was pulled from above them as they both screamed.

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