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#WHEN MIDNIGHT STRIKES
evertidings · 25 days
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— MARCH 2024.
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accomplishments.
erm. hi. it's been a while, i know. i skipped last month's update, so i'll give you a lengthy one for march. truth be told, i haven't been able to touch when twilight strikes for a while. this is not because i don't want to, but mostly because i've been busy with school and/or have been struggling with writer's block. because of this, i made the decision to scrap what i had written for chapter eleven and start (kinda) from scratch. now, before you go and panic, let me explain.
the reason i've been taking so long on this chapter is that, well, i screwed up. i found a (rather large) plot hole that i've been trying to fix, and the solution i came up with was, uh, interesting. definitely not my greatest idea. but because i had already written so much, i kept pushing forward, hoping that things would straighten out and i'd miraculously like the chapter by the time i finished. haha, very funny. as you can tell, that didn't end up happening. i didn't particularly hate what i wrote, i could just tell that it was absolute bullshit. and while sometimes that works, it just was not doing it for me here. so i cut it.
i was able, however, to save a bunch of it for the new draft, so i didn't completely start over, but i am definitely down a lot of words compared to what i had written initially. i'm not super bummed out about it, but i am upset that that means i'm again behind on getting this out to you. i know it's been a while since i've published any updates and hearing that i've pushed things back is probably not very fun, but i promise, now that i've got my plot hole sorted out, things are going much smoother.
i'm currently in the thick of final exams so i haven't been able to write as much as i've wanted to lately, but the good news is that i'm graduating (WOOOOO!) so i won't have any more school work to distract me anymore. once mid-april hits, i'm free everybody.
(on that note, thank you for being so patient and sticking by me. i see new fans joining every day and it warms my heart that so many of you continue to enjoy this story. i appreciate you so much more than you know).
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docwormie · 6 months
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another thing I like about the fall of the house of usher is the criticism of AI especially as a means to create art like "AI could write movies" "not well" ! I love how Mike Flanagan's message in his work is often a long and thoughtful reflection on death and grief and love and sometimes it's just "jumpscares are lazy" or "pay your writers" ❤
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wander-wren · 4 months
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here’s my thing about proshipping, particularly in regards to the “well you can write that stuff to process trauma, but don’t fucking post it” argument. and i’m really just repeating what many, many others have said, but bear with me.
i don’t have sexual trauma (which is, 99% of the time, what this argument is about), so i can’t speak to that directly, but i do have traumas and coping mechanisms that some people think weird or off-putting or gross. i’m also someone who needs to talk about things with some kind of audience in order to process, whether that’s my therapist or my friends or—get this—fanfic readers. often, all three! max processing, baby!
but i’ve had people avoid responding when i bring certain things up, or outright say they can talk to me about some of my ~problems~, but not Those Ones. which is fine on its face, everyone is entitled to boundaries and in many cases they may simply not know what to say.
but it is deeply isolating to feel like there is a part of you unfit for public view. especially a part of you that you still want (need) to talk about in order to come to terms with it. so i can only imagine how it feels for some of the people arguments like these are attacking.
as long as there are warnings (and YES, “choose not to warn” is, in itself, adequate warning), there is no reason why any aspect of the human experience should have to be permanently hidden and undiscussed, no matter how uncomfortable its existence might make some random on the internet.
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chrisrin · 3 months
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LET ME IN! LET ME IN! LET ME IN! LET ME IN! LET ME IN! LET ME IN! LET ME IN! LET ME IN! LET ME IN! LET ME IN!
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theodoravery · 10 months
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pov: ure blane and catch sight of inej "gathering intel" on the dancefloor @ crimson rouge
commission done by pooka blas on instagram
inej's my mc from @evertidings' when twilight strikes :3
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eatingyarn · 9 months
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Rylan is usually an expert at hiding his thoughts, but right now, things are perfectly clear. I shouldn't be here. @evertidings
the whole scene was chilling and it lives in my head rent free, so i forced it into a drawing. i hope i did give it some justice!
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gncrezan · 2 years
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based off not only the media room scene where blane sits so that they’re facing the hunter (WHY?), but also the banger ‘get out of my school’ tweet  @evertidings
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likethecolour · 9 months
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chapter 9 part 2 aka Ryder has an even worse time than before (and ate shit so hard on the pavement that their eyebrow piercing got ripped out.. ouch. sorry buddy)
(All characters other than Ryder are from When Twilight Strikes by @evertidings)
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spicycakes · 1 year
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It's Kaia hours everybody :)
[ah, please do click on the image for a better resolution]
(yes, we'll ignore how I haven't posted in almost a year because work has been kicking my ass)
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jjba-smash-or-pass · 28 days
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no hug for polnareff ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️?
he’s already in the smash or pass :)
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evertidings · 6 months
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it’s your time to shine.
play chapter ten now and dive back into the world of the midnight hours. revisit old friends, learn some things about them that you didn’t know before, make progress (or don’t, i suppose) and oh, try not to lose your mind, yeah?
that’s crucial.
IN THIS CHAPTER.
learn a little more about what goes on in A's head
experience an (almost entirely) nice Blane
officially meet N's dog and get a glimpse of domestic life
be pleasantly surprised by K's kindness
question your relationship to Rylan
perform an interrogation on Ciel, the drug dealer from chapter 9
STATS.
word count. 472,000 (+51.4k)
LINKS.
ko-fi
patreon
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theoakleafpancake · 3 months
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Theme for prom includes having a masquerade mask and I have the brief thought of it being absolutely hilarious if I found a blue bird-like mask to wear
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Can’t sleep. Have a short nightmare comfort phone drabble…
Strong, muscular arms stretch out across the rumpled sheets, rough fingers exploring beneath the silk of her nightgown. Searching for the comfort of her smooth skin, his light.
Grasping her waist, an arm coming to band around her middle, he scoots her back towards his bare chest.
She knows.
She knows whenever curious shadows and roving hands seek her in the darkness of night, wordlessly clutching at her curves with those heartbreaking hints of silent desperation, that his dreams have roused him from slumber.
In a state that is neither awake nor asleep, he searches for her. Carnal, unequivocal need eclipses conscious logic as he roots around the sheets to feel her warmth. The desire to caress her soft skin is an involuntary impulse. The longing for her deep, steadying breaths has become necessary for survival as she finds him timing his heartbeats to their soporific rhythm.
He pulls her into his chest, her body fitting perfectly, slotting into the space he creates for her. Only her. And suddenly she finds a home, the entirety of her very essence intertwining with his as if she has always belonged, as if she was created for this very place.
He buries his face in her wild mane of hair, frizzy and mussed from sleep. Her sweet smell lulling him back to rest, although he was never fully roused. He acts instinctively when the nightmares haunt him. He reaches for his light, his warmth.
He tugs her tighter to his chest, a murmured noise of contentment huffing from between his parted lips as he settles once more.
The delicate embrace of sleep sweeps over him again, his light safely cocooned into his chest. Temporarily chasing away the darkness that lingers forever on the periphery of his existence.
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theodoravery · 10 months
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iaos id feat. this art of inej done by @/yxuthz on instagram <3 id template by @cozmiccore
@evertidings <3
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eatingyarn · 10 months
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it's been a while since i drew carmen and she is so cute. if you didnt read the latest update of @evertidings, you should do it!
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oswinrycbaroswald · 2 years
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@evertidings Head empty. Thoughts only of them.
Art by Dream&Drawer on insta.
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