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444rockstargf · 7 months

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hai hai again!! :3 i knoww ive been in your inbox a few times recently, but i kinda had an idea!! kind of like, a follow up to the last request i sent in for chris, but him eating reader out for the first time?? 🤭 he doesnt really know what hes doing but be acts like he does n hes probably so cute omggg ^_^

lots of love, artie ☆

yall dont know how much i love chris requests

"my body's sweet like sugar venom." | chris kenton

radio. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist@ohyams-25 @oliviah-25@si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon

reader x chris

word count: 702

contents: oral (reader receiving)

you lifted your head off of chris’ length, watching as he struggled to recollect himself. you grinned slightly as you wiped some cum off of your lips, resting back on the bed. “alright. your turn.” your voice hinted at exactly what you meant, making his cheeks flush red.

“i-i… i’ve never-” he stopped himself mid-sentence. managing to get you in his sheets was by far his greatest achievement. why mess things up now? he decided to play it cool, nodding nonchalantly as he laid down on his stomach in between your legs.

he brushed his hair out of his face, wishing that he hadn’t since nervousness was painted all over his face. but you were too caught in the moment to notice a thing. you waited until he was face to face with your core before you slowly slipped your soaked panties to the side, revealing your swollen little pussy.

chris tried to hold back his feelings, but the eager blush on his cheeks was the perfect telltale. his lips trembled as he tried to collect all the memories of the porn he's watched, trying to remember the methods that were used. with one final deep breath, he went for it, connecting his tongue to your clit, keeping his hands on your inner thighs for support.

using all the knowledge he had, he began swirling his tongue over your puffy clit. he circled mindless patterns on your sticky little bud, completely unsure of what he was doing. but as soon as he heard the sweet little whimpers you were letting out, he knew that he was doing something right and got a little more confident.

he sucked on your clit, slightly more harshly than before, while his tongue found its way to your dripping hole. you shivered, tangling your fingers in his hair as he worked your needy pussy. he sighed into you as the taste of your body filled his body with desire. he buried his head deeper into your thighs, moaning softly as his tongue started fucking your tight cunt.

being able to have you in this way was enough to give him a raging erection. he subconsciously bucked his hips into the soft mattress, desperate for even the smallest amount of pleasure, though he was getting just enough from licking up your slick. he brought two fingers to your hole, teasing it slightly by flicking them around the outside.

the louder your moans got, the more he got the hang of what he was doing. and you could tell how much he was enjoying it. the way he hungrily slurped up all your juices, lapping his tongue over your sensitive spot over and over again as his fingers rhythmically pumped in and out of you.

your back arched and your knuckles went pale from gripping his soft bedsheets so tightly. your chest heaved as each movement he made brought your body closer to your climax. you wrapped your legs around him, trapping his head in the warm prison of your legs. he groaned with his tongue fully in your pussy.

your sensitive bud began to throb as every nerve in your body responded to chris’ touch. you could hear the sound of him licking you up, going at it like a thirsty dog. his lips didn’t disconnect with you for even a second. the taste of your pussy put him in a trance, making him feel like this was all he ever needed in life.

you squealed and whimpered as cum started leaking out of you, getting all over his pretty face. your legs shook as your body completely submitted to his touch, you spewing your liquids all over him. but he still wasn't finished. he kept going until he had drank up every drop of cum that you produced, milking you completely dry.

he finally came up for a breath of air, seeing you panting as you came down from your powerful high. his face dripped with your cum and his hair was plastered onto his sweaty forehead. he held his gaze on you, seeing what he had been able to do. he was overcome with a sense of relief, feeling glad that he hadn't let you down.

author's note: thank you for the chris request!! definitely one of my favourites

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #chris kenton #twelve #smut #i ❤ rory culkin #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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aemonds-wifey · 1 year

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The Sailor

Chapter 1

Summary: You and your son decide to go to the park on a late winters day…which turns out to be an eventful day

You fasten the dark brown buttons on your sons duffle coat, he’s practically giddy at the day you have planned ahead. You straighten it out for him, looking down at his bare feet

“And where are your socks young man?” You smile

“By the sink ahhh!” He toddles away as you get up to your normal height, Arthur was your world. He’s only just turned three and it’s just the two of you.

You lived in a small flat just on the corner of a bustling street, you let Arthur have the bigger room at the back and you were settled with a smaller room for yourself. It wasn’t by any means grand or luxurious but it was a home . Your landlady , Doris lived in the house next door - luckily she was a very sweet woman who offered to look after Arthur when you had to work at the hospital she was like an adoptive mother, since your real parents had pretty much ostracized you since you told them of your pregnancy and the fact that Arthur’s father was out of the picture. Your sister said she would keep in touch but only a few letters and as the months passed by , the contact ceased. Doris was the one who sat by you as you went into labour, after she had seven children you felt you were in good arms. Arthur thought of her as his grandmother and that was heartwarming for you.

Arthur came back with his socks, but slumped himself down and held his socks up “can you help?”

You smiled taking his socks “of course my sweet.” As you helped him get ready you put a scarf around him “it’s cold outside so we are gonna wrap up warm mister. “ you said fastening his shoes.

He nodded “Can we see the ducks?”

“Yes. We’ll go to the park. But remember to stay close and not go too close to the pond.” You said lovingly, planting a quick kiss to his forehead and getting to your feet and holding your hand out “ready?”

He jumped up to his feet “Yes!”

As you locked the door you felt Arthur let go of your hand “Nana Doris!” He said seeing Doris over the fence, he wandered over to her and she picked him up

“Oh my little angel look at you!” He hugged her

“We are going to the pond.” Arthur said

“Without gloves?! It’s so cold!” She dipped into her picked and produced a small pair of mittens. She put them on him “That’s better.”

“What do we say to Nana Doris?” You said to Arthur

“Thank you.” He said admiring his new mittens

“Thanks Doris…his last pair got ruined and I haven’t been able to get him a new pa-“ you began

Doris smiled and rubbed your shoulder “No need to apologize love.”

She looked at Arthur again “You need some bread to feed the ducks!.” She swirled him around and briefly went inside and gave him two slices of bread, you looked at her when she returned .” Doris that’s your food you need-“

“I won’t hear it. Let him feed the ducks” she said waving her hand

You smiled “Thank you.”

“Do you need a babysitter later love?” Doris asked

“Not today but maybe tomorrow? In the afternoon?” You asked

She nodded “Of course . We’ll do some baking. That sound good Arty?”

He nodded happily “yes please!”

She gave him a quick squeeze and put him down, when he then came to your side and grabbed your hand.

“Thank you for the mittens Doris…I’ll bring him round say 1 tomorrow?”

“Perfect. Have fun at the park love.” Doris said as you waved goodbye , Arthur waved too and you both set off to the park.

It was a crisp beautiful winters midday , the park was quiet. As you both wondered through to the pond you felt Arthur jump with excitement “Mum! We are close!”

“We are yes! Remember not to leave my side though!” You said holding his hand tighter slightly. The pond was frozen in patches, but the visible water was a deep rich blue that highlighted the winters mourn that blew through the park.

You knelt down and pointed at where there were some ducks “Which ones first?”

He pointed at the ones near the huge imposing willow tree.

“Remember we need to be careful it could be icy on the path.” You said

“I know.” He said as you got back to your feet “I’m safe with you mum!”

You smiled as you wondered over to the willow tree, Arthur jumped again and dropped the bread he had been holding in between his fingers, you dropped to pick them up- in that brief moment he broke away and ran to the pond . You looked up and everything went into slow motion

“Arthur!!” You scream as you see him tumble towards the partially frozen lake, you feel your heart wrench as you know you won’t reach him in time.

Just as he grazed the thin ice with his arms , a hand has grabbed his coat by the back and pulled him up away from the lake. A young man roughly your age held Arthur up and checks if he’s okay “Your alright lad?”

You approach him “oh my boy .” You gasped as the man gently let you hold Arthur “he’s alright love…”

You hugged Arthur with fierce devotion and relief as your breathing calmed , you looked at the man who had saved him and spoke “Thank you sir I can’t ..you saved his life.”

He shrugged “Don’t mention it …so long as the little guy is alright?” He said ruffling Arthur’s thick brown hair gently.

You nodded “yes he is but…thank you.”

You held Arthur against you as he clutched onto you , you looked up and met the man’s gaze, his teal blue eyes met yours , a tingle ran through your nerves and you knew it wasn’t the winters chill. There was something about this man, he seemed roguish yet charming.

He cleared his throat “so um who is this little guy?”

You knelt slightly letting Arthur stand on his own two feet but you kept a tight grip on his hand.

“This is Arthur…” you said “Arthur this is…” you smiled as The man got to Arthur’s level “I’m Tom.” He held out his hand to shake it , Arthur shook it “Hi Tom.”

“Nice to meet ya, lucky I caught you you gave your sister a right fright…” Tom glanced at you , Arthur raised his head “I’m sorry mum…”

Toms eyes widened slightly , before he spoke You leaned down and kissed the top of his head “Just gotta be careful sweetheart.”

Tom got back to his feet and smiled again at you “Sweet kid…sorry I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s quite alright …really.” You were sure you were blushing.

But for the first time in a while you felt free of judgement, Tom looked at you differently - it made you feel a warm sense that felt alien to you.

“…i’m Y/N” you said

He nodded “nice to meet you both…”

You inhaled sharply , the silence filled the space and you were not ready to see this man go

“I don’t know about you both but I could do with a cuppa…Tom?”

He smiled “It’s ..honestly it’s alright love…” he said almost shyly.

“Please let me…you saved my boy .” You responded

He smiled and boy what a smile it was , you were almost certain you felt your kneees wobble a little

“Nah ..wouldn’t want to give your husband the wrong idea …upset him and all that.” He said

You briefly waved your left hand , illustrating that you were in fact unmarried

“Oh…so er no husband then?” He asked

“Just me and Art.” You said

He nodded “alright…coffee it is…” he said

Chapter 2

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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@aspoonfuloffiction gave me some inspiration for our besties Greg and Lucy

The first thing that clued Gregory in to the fact he'd made a catastrophic arse of himself when he woke up, was the thousands of notifications lighting up his phone.

75k likes on your video

Text message after text message

From Hyacinth

From Kate

From Anthony

And his brow furrowed, because he hadn't posted a TikTok in weeks. He was sure he hadn't since he'd posted that one of him and Newton Dancing together on Anthony's desk.

Anxiety was swirling in his stomach as he tapped the notification, his heart pounding while the app loaded and-

"Oh Fuck!"

He was staring at the video he'd meant to send to his family. Well, Hyacinth and Francesca and Kate.

Lucy Abernathy was staring back at him from the video, laughing at something someone had said, the wire frame of her glasses shining in the light of the lecture theatre, and just like it had yesterday, his heart thundered in his chest when her eyes caught with his, sending him a tiny wink that she'd caught him staring. The caption brutally obvious.

How do I tell the TA I think she's the love of my life?

The minute he'd met Lucy Abernathy he'd fallen head over heels in love with her, right outside his comparative feminist literature class at the beginning of the semester. He'd sighed, drumming his fingers on the shoulders of his backpack, turning to the woman beside him.

"I'm excited! This is- this is my english credit, I'm an art history kid but um It's my last semester and I needed an english elective. Apparently the TA for this is a real hardarse though. That's what everyone said. I'm Gregory by the way."

He'd been a little startled when he'd realised how beautiful she was, something tugging in his stomach. She had lifted her eyebrow, adjusting her glasses before she cleared her throat. "I'm Lucy Abernathy, Gregory. I'm doing a master's in this and I'm the hardarse TA."

She'd turned the door of the lecture theatre, letting them all inside, and Gregory's stomach had dropped. And slowly, this semester, with every joke she'd told, every smile, every time she'd handed his essay back with a I really enjoyed this Gregory, Thank you. He'd fallen in love with her.

It had been the final day of teh semester yesterday, and normally he wouldn't have... videoed a woman without her permission but he'd never meant to- but now more than three hundred thousand people had seen it sice he'd posted it before bed.

Comment after comment pulling his anxiety higher

KatehatesAnthony: Ohhhh buddy

HyacinthBeeee: Holy SHIT! This is my favourite Day!

Colin'stravels: Greggy Holy Fuck buddy!

SophieBeck: Oh no, oh Greggy. She's so pretty though

FrankieBridge: Greg, Was this supposed to be for our group?

Arty Ben: What group?!

And Finally, The comment that stopped his heart

HyacinthBeeee: Let me help you out here Buddy. @ Lucy'sfeministLit

Lucy'sfeministLit: You could have just asked me for a drink, promise I wold have said yes. This was... something though

And he never would have believed it but a month later he posted a follow up with Lucy on his shoulders as she leaned down to kiss him with the caption

Would not advise the means, but my girlfriend's really prettyyyyyyy

#tiktok au #lucy x gregory #grecy #grucy #lucy abernathy #gregory bridgerton #molly's asks and answers

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knickynoo · 2 years

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Hello all. After a long spell without posting anything of actual substance regarding the fandom, I finally emerge with Some Thoughts that have been swirling around in my head for weeks, but which may or may not actually be coherent. I shall try.

And I will insert a read-more because if any of you don't have the "shorten long posts" feature enabled, this post will surely make you unhappy with me.

Basically, I have been thinking about how Back to the Future (the whole BTTF "universe"--I'm lumping in the extensions such as the video game, comics, novelization, etc) so prominently shows the impact environment/family dysfunction can have on a person and how easy it is to fall into the same cycle of what you've grown up surrounded by. And! At the same time! Sends the message that "it doesn't have to be like that! You can make different choices! You can rise above things and be better!" Especially when you have the proper support and love of the people around you. Which, of course, is certainly not a new or unexplored theme in media, but it's something that I especially appreciate being part of the world contained within these time travel movies.

I mean, let's take George to start with. An anxious, subservient, absolute pushover of a man. Lets his supervisor push him and his family around (stands by saying nothing when Biff speaks rudely to Marty), is so withdrawn into his shell that he can't connect with his own wife or kids, and is so afraid of risk and rejection that he tries to steer Marty away from taking chances. The 1955 version of George shows us that he's evidently been meek and afraid for his whole life. Now, the movie doesn't give us any glimpse into Teenage George's family life. There's no background info or explanation as to his demeanor. George is just Like That for some reason.

But then you look at the earlier drafts of the film and the novel (even the Telltale game) and it's like, oh. George is nervous and unconfident and a human doormat because his father, Arthur, is the same way. Arthur raised George to be afraid of life and all the various ways it could hurt him. Artie, in the original timeline, talked George out of applying to college by reminding his son that he was "average", so what would be the point of striving for more? And without anyone around to tell him otherwise, George believed all of his father's words to be truth and fell into that same rut. Cut to 1985, where he's doing the same thing to his own son that his father did to him. Setting the stage for the cycle to continue.

And Lorraine! You don't really get a proper sense of it from the dinner scene at the Baines house, but the novel again expands on the family dynamic. Sam Baines is noted as being "gruff" and "cold". He's short-tempered with his family and is quick to criticize Lorraine. You can see how much Stella Baines feels unappreciated and often pushed to the background in the house. I'm reminded of the moment after the TV gets rolled out and we're told, "Mrs. Baines sighed wearily. About the only time she commanded attention was during dinner hour. Now Sam had found a way to take that away from her. But she was wise enough to know she couldn't fight it."

In all honesty, I'm not familiar enough with those earlier drafts to say whether these details were included there or if they were added into the novel by George Gipe, but either way they provide that same little "oh" moment with Lorraine. Her mother feels unappreciated. The marriage doesn't exactly appear to be a super happy one, and she's mostly just accepted her role as a caretaker of the house and children. Fast-forward to 1985, and Lorraine herself is in an unhappy marriage. She feels neglected by her own husband and pushed to the sidelines, but she's resigned herself to it all. Learned to cope by leaning on alcohol.

So, you've got both George and Lorraine who became trapped in life due to the people they had around them growing up. Just fell into the same dysfunction they'd known from their own families. Either too scared or too emotionally broken down to even think about trying to break free from it.

Enter Marty. He flies through his parents' lives for just a week in 1955, yet in that time is able to push them to make changes that will end up drastically improving their lives. He builds up his father's confidence, providing pep-talks and drilling it into George's head that he just has to "put his mind to it." Marty provides something to George that the guy has never had before: a friend who believes in him. Someone to tell him that he's got potential and can be strong and confident. That he can take risks! That he doesn't have to be scared or listen to all the other people around who bully him or make him feel "less than."

And with George's newfound confidence, he ends up a totally different man when we see him again in 1985. His own improved sense of self allows him to better love and support his family, especially his wife. Lorraine is happy and appreciated! Treated with all the respect she deserves. And Marty had a hand in giving Lorraine a boost too: all because of that quick little moment where he tells her she shouldn't drink because she might regret it later on. Which, though making him look like "a square", was really just a desperate plea from a kid who doesn't want his mother to spiral into alcoholism in the future.

In the end, George and Lorraine are changed because they were told, perhaps for the first time, that they could change. Yeah, Marty played a huge role, but in the end, they had to make choices for themselves, especially in the many years that followed Marty's visit.

Then there's Doc, who I obviously have to mention while on this topic. Because that guy didn't have a great upbringing either. The Telltale game shows us just how critical and unsupportive Doc's father, Erhardt, was. How, along with being an outcast amongst his peers, Doc was an outcast of sorts even around his own father--having his interest in science looked down upon and just generally being treated like a disappointment. Let's not forget the portrait of Doc and Erhardt that we see in the game that's just this absolutely intimidating, monster-looking man looming over a young Doc who looks like he's about a second away from a nervous breakdown.

Then, of course, there are Doc's journals from the DeLorean manual book that fills in some additional blanks regarding his upbringing. He mentions how he never really had a relationship with his father, and, in fact, was not even allowed to call the man anything other than the very formal and detached-sounding "father." His parents eventually divorced, and his mother had little to no contact with her ex-husband in the decades that followed because their relationship was just that bad.

It would have been easy for Doc to allow his issues with his father set the course for the rest of his life. He could have let the years of emotional neglect and discouragement kill his passion for science or turn him into a bitter, angry man. Or he could have closed himself off emotionally and become the embodiment of the "brilliant scientist who is also really cold and mean" trope. But, as we all know, Doc is none of those things. He's endlessly enthusiastic about life and about science. He's kind and patient and fiercely protective of the people he cares about. He takes a 14-year-old Marty under his wing and helps to fill in those gaps from Marty's own home life. Encouraging him to take chances and believe in his abilities and constantly conveying to Marty that he's smart and capable and important. Because Doc made the choice to rise above what he was given as a child.

And Marty! Our dear Marty. Who has grown up in an environment that's far from nurturing and that's, let's be honest, pretty damaging. A spineless father who is so checked out, he may as well not even be there. A critical, alcoholic mother. His father's childhood bully turned supervisor who is always showing up to push George around and terrorize everybody. Even Mr. Strickland, who hates the McFly family and shows it by taking it out on a teenage boy--straight up badmouthing Marty's family and telling him he'll always be a loser who will never amount to anything.

Y'all, Marty is surrounded by terrible adults. He is constantly being looked down on, being told he's worthless (by Strickland), and having his dreams dismissed and his disappointments waved away by his parents. It wouldn't be surprising at all if Marty really bought into it. If he either became a depressed sad-sack like his parents or even if he let all the anger and neglect turn him into a raging, troublemaking jerk. But you look at Marty and. He is just...the sweetest. He's loyal and he's kind and respectful and is filled with so much love for the people around him. He pushes his dad out of harm's way without a second thought and storms across the cafeteria with the intention to beat up a guy twice his size for bothering his mother and will do literally anything to save Doc, and I could go on, but you get my point.

Marty is a guy who, despite his many fears about rejection and not being good enough, desperately does not want to follow in the footsteps of the adults around him. He makes the choice to try to break from the cycle because he wants a better life than what he sees his parents living. AND! He's got Doc who, aside from Jennifer, is probably his primary and most reliable source of support in a world that otherwise seems to be against him. And honestly, sometimes all it takes is that one person to make that difference.

So, the whole thing--all of this--really boils down to these time travel movies that are like: Hey, it's really easy to let your home life and the baggage your parents carry transfer to you and drag you down. It's easy to think you're worthless and weak when that's what the world tells you, and it's easy to think you don't deserve better. Oh, but hey, you know what else? Here's a single person who sees the potential in you. Here are the reasons you can be better than what's around you and why the people who are always putting you down are wrong about you. Here are the choices you can make to avoid falling into that same hole. Here's how you can still love others even when you haven't always been shown love.

And I am once again reminded of how Huey Lewis, when asked to write a song for the film, cranked out "The Power of Love" but felt that it really didn't make sense for the movie because it--as he said in some interview or documentary I watched--had nothing to do with the actual movie. Except he was totally wrong, because that song has always fit PERFECTLY with a movie that is constantly drilling home the message of just how powerful and life-changing love can be.

Thank you and good night. *Nikki slowly exits the stage of the nearly-empty theater she's been monologuing on and heads out into the street, muttering to herself until the dark, inky blackness of night swallows her up*

#back to the future #bttf #marty mcfly #doc brown #nikki rambles

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arty-ffxiv · 4 months

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Welcome to my FFXIV sideblog! It’s lovely to have you here; my name is Laurel, but you can also call me Arty ✧.*

You can learn more about me here. Please note that I like/ follow back from my main account, @laurel-resting!

This is a multi-muse blog for my roleplay characters; you can learn more about them using the links below.

RP Status: Active

Born as a Moogle in the Black Shroud, Kupa’s transformation into a pink-haired Viera was a feat of alchemical dubiousness brilliance by a Sharlayan researcher named Rhotrael.

Unable to return to her previous form at present, Kupa has the freedom to explore Etheirys and spends her time doing odd jobs; adventuring, courier work, waitressing, gardening and baking.

Warm, friendly and excitable, Kupa is learning more about the world each and every day.

RP Info ✧ Reference Sheet ✧ General Kupa Tag

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As a young woman, Ohka was fortunate to meet the love of her life during a chance encounter- an Ishgardian-born Elezen merchant named Quillion Espinoux.

Relocating to Ishgard and remaining tenacious and steadfast through the challenges life sent her way, Ohka's world was turned upside down when Quill was found dead in their marital home. Rumors swirled about Ishgard and Ohka was declared the primary suspect.

Traumatized, cautious and slow to trust, Ohka has returned to Gridania after the tumultuous and isolating trial- she's got a lot of processing and healing to do.

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Growing up in the lush forests of Raincatcher Gully and in the shadow of Castrum Occidens, C'arta Eztli is no stranger to the dangers facing Eorzea or Etheirys at large.

Fiercely restless and ever- curious, C'arta is most often seen around Eastern La Noscea with her pet tapir, Nugget, in tow. Previously working as a mercenary-for-hire and adventurer, she's since retired, now working as a guide for visitors to the Gully and a huntress for her tribe.

Stubborn, competitive and impulsive, C'arta utilizes her skills as a Monk to help make their little corner of Etheirys safer for her little siblings.

RP Info ✧ Reference Sheet ✧ General C'arta Tag

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#pinned post #arty speaks #kupa rp info #ohka rp info #c'arta rp info #updating this to suit the new blog theme

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exoticwoodzone1 · 3 months

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A Tutorial for Making Pens with Crepe Myrtle Burl Pen Blanks

Introduction

In the field of handmade workmanship, creating one-of-a-kind and personalized things is very appealing. Making your own pen with Crepe Myrtle Burl pen blanks allows you to learn about woodworking while also creating unique and visually appealing writing instruments. This guide will walk you through the steps of changing Crepe Myrtle Burl pen blanks into a beautiful and useful pen.

Understanding crepe myrtle burls:

Crepe myrtle is a gorgeous ornamental shrub with vivid blooms, but woodworkers are most interested in the burl wood. Burl wood is prized for its beautiful patterns and unique grain structures, which transform each piece into a work of art. Crepe Myrtle Burl, in particular, has a delicate texture and comes in a variety of colors, including light cream and reddish-brown.

Gathering materials:

Gather all of the supplies and tools you'll need before you start creating. You'll need Crepe Myrtle Burl pen blanks, a lathe, chisels, various grit sandpaper, a mandrel, a drill, and pen kit components such as the mechanism, clip, and nib.

Select and prepare the pen blank.

Select a Crepe Myrtle Burl pen blank that matches your aesthetic tastes. Examine the blank for flaws or inconsistencies before cutting it to the correct length for your pen with a saw. To prevent the blank from cracking while drying, seal the ends with wax.

Drying Pen Blanks:

Crepe Myrtle Burl, like most burl woods, has a high moisture content. Allow the pen blank to dry completely before attempting to use it. To adapt, keep the blank in a cool, dry place for a few weeks. Patience is essential to getting a stable and beautiful finish.

Mounting the blank on the lathe:

After the pen blank has dried sufficiently, mount it to the lathe using a spur center and a live center. Take the time to correctly position the blank to prevent wobbling and uneven rotation.

Shaping the Pen:

Turn on the lathe and form the Crepe Myrtle Burl pen blank with your preferred chisels. Allow the natural patterns of the burl to influence your design. Experiment with different cuts to bring forth the wood's distinct character. Maintain a low lathe speed for improved control.

Sand to perfection:

While shaping the pen, halt the lathe and sand the wood. Begin with coarse-grit sandpaper and work your way down to finer grits to get a smooth and polished finish. This method is required to unveil the wonderful patterns concealed behind the burl.

The Drill Pen's Components:

To drill the necessary holes in the pen blank, use a drill bit that is compatible with the pen kit components. Make sure to correctly measure and mark the locations to ensure that the pen components are aligned.

Assembly of the pen.

Now comes the interesting part: creating your Crepe Myrtle Burl pen. Insert the pen mechanism, clip, and nib, and carefully follow the instructions included with your pen. This phase brings your idea to life, changing it from a bare piece of wood into a working writing instrument.

Finishing touches:

Apply a treatment to enhance the inherent beauty of the crepe myrtle burl. To obtain a glossy appearance, many woodworkers use a clear finish, such as a high-quality wood polish or a thin layer of cyanoacrylate (CA) adhesive. Allow the finish to dry completely before handling the pen.

Admire Your Work:

Take a moment to admire your Crepe Myrtle Burl pen's craftsmanship and unique features. Each swirl and pattern in the wood tells a story, giving your products a distinct appearance.

How to Take Care of Your Crepe Myrtle Burl Pen.

To ensure the brightness and life of your pen, keep it away from direct sunlight and harsh temperatures. To keep the pen bright, polish it on a regular basis with a soft cloth. With careful care, your Crepe Myrtle Burl pen can serve as a permanent reminder of your carpentry abilities.

Conclusion

Making a pen from Crepe Myrtle Burl pen blanks is a satisfying activity that combines carpentry abilities with artistic expression. Each stage, from raw material selection to turning, sanding, and assembly, contributes to the production of a distinct and personalized writing instrument. Accept the natural beauty of Crepe Myrtle Burl and let your imagination go wild as you begin your woodworking journey.

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#woods #woodworking #plywood

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paper-swirls · 2 years

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Froggie Wizard Council

#frog #frogs #froggy #froggie #frog love #cute frogs #most frogus #just a lil guy #ceramics #arty swirls #goblincore #dndcore #frogcore #gremlincore

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astroaries98 · 1 year

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Saturday in the Greenhouse...

CW: Swearing

It was a late September afternoon, the last of the summer warmth was slowly leaving the grounds of Hogwarts and the cool autumnal breeze was bringing in deep shades of red, yellow and orange on all the trees that surrounded the greenhouses.

Regulus Black was alone, his outer robe and bag were discarded on a bench, his shirt sleeves were rolled up and his tie was loose around his neck. He’d put his wand behind his ear and his face was deep in concentration as he sketched mandrake leaves in his workbook making sure to label all the correct parts and their uses.

He was leaning over on a workbench surrounded by all types of magical and unusual greenery. He had always preferred to do his herbology homework this way, he didn't think you could truly capture a plant by copying someone else's sketches from a book, you had to study the living thing.

Of course, none of his friends agreed with him, well maybe Pandora did but she had better things to do on a Saturday so here he was alone, quite frankly just how he liked it.

His silent study was abruptly interrupted when the doors of the greenhouse swung open.

“Now, I expect each one of those pots to be scrubbed ready for my classes on Monday,” Professor Sprout said firmly.

Regulus closed his eyes and took a deep breath rubbing his hand on his temple annoyed. How dare someone get a Saturday detention when he wanted to study? He started to gather up his sketches and notes.

“And Mr Potter….no Magic, your wand please,” she said and with that Regulus heard the doors go again.

Well, Fuck.

Not only had his study session been interrupted, but it had also been interrupted by the most arrogant, loud and obnoxious person at Hogwarts. There was no way he’d be able to sneak out without Potter seeing him and calling him some ridiculous nickname or teasing him about being Sirius’s baby brother. For some reason, because he was Sirius's best friend James Potter thought he had some kind of claim over Regulus, and Regulus hated it. Why couldn't it have been anyone else? He’d even take Sirius himself…

As these thoughts swirled through his head, he stepped back and carelessly knocked a watering can from a shelf behind him. It came down with a loud crash.

Well, Fuck.

“Hey who goes there, Demon reveal yourself” Potter shouted as he walked around the corner and came face to face with Regulus, his body still ridged from the crash.

A big grin spread across Potter’s face he looked delighted. Regulus hated it.

“Well if it isn’t my little Reggie, got detention too have you? What a naughty boy you are, what did you do? I promise I won’t tell Sirius,” He said walking towards him and throwing his arms around Regulus’s shoulder.

“Me? Well, Sirius put a baby chomping cabbage in Snape’s bag, and then when he found it Snape the little bugger said it was me? And can you believe it your beloved brother let me take the fall, oh how I was wounded.” He lent back putting his hand to his forehead in a fake fainting motion.

Regulus shrugged him off, he hated being touched, his face turned to thunder and carried on packing away his things.

“Ooo silent treatment, how very mysterious you are.” Potter looked at the sketches Regulus was throwing in his bag, and grabbed one.

“Oh, so you are studying? Should have guessed, no way you'd ever get a Saturday detention.” Potter looked at him his grin just as big as ever. He held up the sketch.

“Wow, Reg these are so good! Mysterious and arty, what more could a girl want?” He said fluttering his eyelashes.

Regulus scowled and snatched the paper back, “Shove off Potter, haven’t you got pots to be scrubbing?” He snapped

“Woah, touchy baby Black, it really does run in the family” Potter chuckled to himself.

He then flicked his wand and the pots started to stack and the dirt on them vanished. Potter nodded his head with a satisfied grin on his face.

Regulus rolled his eyes, “you aren’t supposed to use magic? Didn’t she confiscate your wand?”

Potter snorted, “ah Regulus, so young, so good, so innocent. Professor Sprout took my fake wand, the one I always keep on me for this very reason.”

“What if she checks?” Regulus didn't know why he was asking this, it’s not like he cared.

“Well in six years of detentions no one ever has, so I doubt they’d start now” Potter replied with a sly smile.

“Whatever” Regulus grunted as he pushed by Potter on his way to the door.

“Leaving already? I thought we could talk, catch up like old friends do” Potter fake cried running after him.

Regulus kept on walking forward and threw his hand back towards Potter with only two fingers on display.

“Well now I am telling Sirius,” Potter said with laughter in his voice.

Regulus kept walking.

“Your sketches are really good Reg, I really meant that” Potter shouted, not following him this time.

Regulus stopped for a moment but then carried on, pushing the greenhouse doors open.

He couldn’t wait to get back to his dorm and tell Evan and Barty what an absolute prick James Potter had been.

#regulus black #james potter #jegulus?#enimes to lovers #he just wants to study #fanfic #oneshot #marauders headcanon #marauders #james potters birthday #yesterday #enimies to friends to lovers #demon reveal yourself

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Renji never says it enough but; "I love you as you are, y'know..." He doesn't mean it in a sense of needing to boost his lovers confidence, though it was a result of it, but just in general. Renji's gaze always followed Artem whenever he was in the room. His presence was just addictive to him. His scent was divine, his smile was the best thing since sliced bread. Renji stares upon his lover from the living room, the movie unbothered about as he takes it in. He knew the others in the room could sense Renji's love for Artem in his kitchen.

It wasn't a scent of mates needing to bonk, but a possessive and adoration mixed into one. The scent of a content alpha. A happy mate. An admiring mate.

Renji's slow blinks were everything as he looks down the other's figure again, from head to toe - he loved every part of that man that took him in his arms and held him with nothing but protection in his veins. Love in his words, trust in his heart... Renji really didn't understand how he could have run away in the first place sometimes but he guessed - that's the danger of drugs.

"Artie." A soft call but one that hushed the room - because it rumbled with his beast. Renji's heart was fully in his vocals now, his mate was doing too much over there. "Sit and cuddle?" Renji didn't look over but he knew a few bodies moved from the sofa to curl up on other parts of it, leaving a big space for Renji and soon to be Artem in place.

There was always this sense of peace that played over the pack house since Renji arrived once more. It was that of a piece finally clicking into place. A piece that had been so sorely missed. The pack didn’t feel like it was teetering on the edge. Artem didn’t feel the need to check reports, or hospitals, clinging to the piece of fabric he had with Renji’s scent still faintly on it all this time, as if the world knew he needed that piece to be able to survive another day.

The house was filled with that scent now, it swirled around them making Artem realize how much calmer he had been since everything had come back into place. He couldn’t help himself, glancing over at Renji cuddled up with the pack. Even his eyes sought to sweep over the man in front of him, making sure he was okay. A mate always making sure his mate was okay, his wolf was content to let a grumbling purr escape.

He did have to finish some things before he could go relax or end up dragging Renji away to spend most of the night delirious between Renji’s thighs. That did sound like a great way to spend the rest of the night.

The lilting call of his mate was nothing against the aches in his back from sitting so long and reading over things he knew could be taken care of in the morning. So he pushed himself from his spot, making his way towards the now freed-up space next to Renji. He growled, feeling the need to rub everyone else's scent away from Renji but his own, to make sure that the other only smelled directly of him. Imagery started to appear in Artem's mind, of Renji splayed out under him, legs spread, whimpering, moaning, begging. A growl started to rise up in his throat as he loomed over the other not yet sitting but glaring as if he could figure out the quickest way to get his scent all over Renji.

So, he leaned down, fingers tilting the other's head up with a slowness that had Artem licking at his bottom lip. A command, not Alpha to Alpha or even Alpha to pack member but mate to mate. “Come.” Just one word, command of sorts. Either for the whimpering moan of his name that would come from Renji’s lips as he did come or the way in which Renji’s body would unfurl and follow him up to their room making this night that much longer. Until they both were panting and unable to keep their eyes open.

#◜ ╱ Asks ⟩⟩ talk tot he pack. ◞#nvrcmplt #DONT KNOW WHAT THIS HIS//#asdlfjaslfj #(Asks // Artem)#♥ ⸻ Goddess Blessed Mate of my Heart ♥ ❨ Renji and Artem❩.

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“I also remember that the smallest gesture of affection would bring a lump to my throat, whether it was directed at me or at someone else.” — Bernhard Schlick, The Reader.

★ DO NOT USE/REPOST WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. NO MINORS.

Doodling scenes of cute story lore but they’re derived from song lyrics that’s on their playlist… part one of whatever

Hi! Good to see you below the chop. This is where the cool kids are.

Welcome to Stari explains star’s doodles. I love romance tropes in media, and I’m a sucker for pining! There’s something about the moments before confessions that warm my heart and make way for some tasty developments.

It’s like watching two colors mix and muddle and swirl until it finally begins to form a solid new hue from the paint of the universe.

Or something like that, I could write pages upon pages with the amount of things that the stage makes me feel, but I’m not here to type to the void about that! I’m here to bring it back to the story of this doodle. Ofc this is going off of SunnyTimeTown(AU)+Sunnyverse(My Story) lore.

For this particular scene Jack is of course on the telephone with Artemis, as this is something that he does very frequently/almost every night since they moved back to Cloudy Town. Operator, get me love on the line, haha…but seriously. They usually talk about everything and anything, but on that night it’s time they chatted about dating.

Jack’s no stranger to the dating scene. In fact, his failures of some dates ends up being the talk of the night many times. Sometimes it’s comedic or sometimes it’s moral support, but tonight it’s a bit different. Jack’s a little over the moon and head over heels in love crushing on a date that went pretty stellar, and for some reason Artie is not too excited about it as they thought they would be.

They normally don’t mind anything he has to say, but suddenly this brings a distaste to them that they can’t explain. She’s so perfect? How perfect is she if you just met her? Suddenly he’s speaking the words they don’t care to hear for the first time and they’re pulling the cords of the phone without noticing it.

Artemis, are you jealous of something?

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #sdjsunlight #sdjsunnyverse #drawing the animatics in ur head #is very therapeutic me thinks #being in love yet still blind is a real thing #artie doesn’t realize they’re in love #jack does but … that’s the wrong person

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Frankenfic 2022: "Stage Fright" Summary: In their latest scheme to fundraise for Regionals, The New Directions decide to host the spookiest haunted house that Lima, Ohio has ever seen. But when strange things start happening on the set of their haunted house, it may be the spooksters themselves who get the biggest fright.

Chapter 8 By Esperanto (@esperantoauthor)

“Well, come on old lady, be quick about it!” Puck called out. He had a point. The shimmering figures were swirling just a few feet above their heads, faces contorted into expressions of despair and rage.

A shiver ran down Santana’s spine as Lillian Adler glared icily at Puck.

“They can’t hurt you,” Lillian explained, rolling her eyes. “Poor things are incorporeal. And they’ve been stuck In-Between for decades. You’d be furious too.”

🕸 Keep reading below the cut or on Ao3 🕸 🎃Missed a chapter? Start from the beginning🎃

Sure enough, one of the ghosts’ heads separated from its body and plummeted toward Rachel, who yelped and managed to leap out of the way just before the silvery globe came shooting toward her and sank halfway into the stage floor. Behind her, the headless phantom fumbled around wildly for its lost body part. Just as Rachel was regaining her composure, one of the ghost’s arms reached straight through Rachel’s chest, fingers wiggling just under her chin. Rachel gasped, looked down, and then jumped backwards with an ear splitting shriek. Unfortunately, she jumped right through the ghost. They all watched in horror as the creature retrieved its head and reattached it with a horrible rotating movement, as if screwing in a lightbulb. Rachel stood there, trembling, but remarkably unharmed.

Finn ran to her, grabbing her shoulders and looking her up and down, making sure that she really was all right.

“I believe you said something about a plan,” Santana said pointedly, tapping her foot.

“I did indeed, young lady. There is something I’ve been looking for all night but I can’t seem to find it. If one of you can locate it, then I just might be able to exercise some control over the poor lost souls of my students.”

“Just tell us what it is! I know we can find it!” Finn declared confidently.

“My conducting baton. I can’t seem to find it anywhere.” A wistful expression passed over her face. “Oh, we made such beautiful music, she and I.”

Mike turned to Sam and mouthed, “She?” Sam shrugged.

Rachel, predictably, took charge. “All right, we need to split up so we can cover more ground. We should be okay now that we know the ghosts can’t hurt us. Mike? Sam? You two search the choir room. Tina? Artie? You check all the rooms backstage. Puckerman? Finn? Check the Spanish room. Rory? Joe? Search the teacher’s lounge. Mercedes? Santana? Investigate the basement storage under the stage.”

“And what will you be doing, praytell?” Santana glowered.

“Uh, I will be…holding down the fort. Someone has to stay here in case someone finds something. Or the others come back.”

“Oh, hell no! All day you have been ordering everyone around, making sure you never have to get your hands dirty. I’m sick of it. Why don’t you search the filthy, dank basement this time Princess and I will wait for Brittany to come back. If it’s going to be anyone, it should be me.” Santana stared down the tiny brunette, silently daring her to disagree.

“Th-that works too. Mercedes?” Rachel held out an arm and Mercedes linked her arm through it.

“Um, did you forget about me?” a voice called out from just behind one of the curtains.

“Quinn!”

“Where have you been?”

“I was backstage. Actually being useful. Since no one’s phones seem to be working we need a way to communicate.” She held up a handful of plastic and wires. “I found the stage crew supplies. Should be enough for each group to take a headset and radio.”

“Quinn, you genius!” Rachel declared, throwing her arms around Quinn and planting a kiss on her cheek. Quinn turned pink and cleared her throat.

—

“Brittany, we got the door open. We can go back to the auditorium now,” Kurt said gently, still rubbing comforting circles into her back.

“I can’t,” Brittany whispered. “Not yet.”

“Why?” Kurt asked.

“We need my spellbook.”

“Where did you leave it?” Blaine’s voice was so gentle.

“I hid it in one of the stalls. For safekeeping. Here, I’ll show you.” Brittany rose to her feet and carefully counted the stalls until she seemed to have located the one she wanted. Kurt and Blaine crowded into the stall behind her; Kurt looked around in confusion, not seeing a book anywhere. Brittany grasped the porcelain cover of the toilet tank and wrenched it off. She shoved it at Blaine, who wrinkled his nose but took it without protest. Inside of the tank, was a large leather-bound book. Brittany clapped her hands in delight and pulled the dripping book out.

“Brittany, it’s soaked,” Kurt pointed out, as gently as he possibly could.

“Well, there’s no way I could have known that would happen,” she replied dismissively.

“Actually, I—” Blaine started, but Kurt shook his head. There was no point.

Blaine replaced the lid gingerly and then immediately went to the bathroom sink to wash his hands. Kurt hoped the suds would not summon any more ghosts.

Together, they patted the book down with paper towels as best they could. Brittany cracked open the book, flipping the pages until she found the one she was looking for.

“Can you still read it?” Blaine asked nervously.

“Mostly,” Brittany said brightly.

Kurt could only hope that it would be enough.

—

Static crackled. “Come in, Frankenteen. Are you there, Frankenteen? Over.”

“Sam, no one else is on this channel. I told you there is no need for pseudonyms,” Santana barked.

Sam’s voice replied, “You’re supposed to say ‘over’ when you’re done talking, Santana! Over.”

“If she had left me in charge, I would remember to say ‘over,’” Rachel commented.

Mercedes just shook her head in disgust. She turned on her flashlight and crept deeper into the basement and wondered why she had ended up with the worst assignment and the worst partner.

Rachel, of course, screamed every time they found an animal floating in formaldehyde or a particularly odious theater costume. Mercedes’ nerves were frayed near to their breaking point.

“Oh my god, what do you think this could be?” Rachel called out.

Mercedes grumbled but dutifully joined her partner. Rachel had found a dusty wooden box labeled, ‘ Do not open.’

“Clearly, someone doesn’t want us finding out,” Mercedes responded.

“Wait! Look at this.” Rachel blew the layer of dust off the top of the box to reveal another word. Mercedes coughed a few times and then peered at the box. It wasn’t a word; it was someone’s initials.

L.S.A.

Mercedes traced the letters a few times. “L. S. A. Rachel! Do you think this box belonged to Lillian Adler?”

Rachel gasped. “It must have! We have to open it!”

Rachel pulled the box off of the shelf and settled it on an empty folding chair. Mercedes wasn’t sure what she thought might be in the box, but she took a step back.

For a moment, nothing happened. The lid of the box came off and revealed a very ordinary collection of personal mementos. Mercedes could see old Glee Club programs, photographs, ticket stubs.

Then she couldn’t see the box at all because bright, shimmering figures began to surround the box. The ghosts gathered in a circle around the box, their numbers growing quickly. Rachel leapt back, shivering at the coldness of the spirits passing through her. “Not again,” she muttered under her breath.

“It must be in there,” Mercedes insisted.

Rachel nodded gravely. “Lillian Adler said it had the power to control the ghosts. That must be why they came. We have to get that box.”

Mercedes shook her head. She absolutely did not want to get any closer to those ghosts but her friends needed her and Rachel had already dealt with the ghosts twice. It was her turn. She gritted her teeth and threw herself into the circle of ghosts, grabbing the box in both hands. She gasped and nearly dropped the box. She felt as if she had been plunged into a bathtub of ice water and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe.

Yank.

She was free. Rachel had pulled her out by the back of her jacket.

“Thanks.”

“Run!”

—

Santana was starting to regret staying behind. No one had spoken over the radios in five minutes and she was equal parts bored and creeped out.

Then, she heard the rhythmic thudding of running feet on carpet, growing louder as they grew closer.

“Santana!”

Brittany burst into view, followed closely by Kurt and Blaine, running hand in hand. Santana jumped off the stage and met them halfway, wrapping her arms around Brittany and swinging her around in a circle. Brittany’s hands found her cheeks and her lips found Santana’s own; she breathed in the sweetness of her favorite person in the world and breathed out relief at having her back in her arms. Suddenly remembering that they weren’t alone, she set Brittany back down.

“You tell, you die,” she said sharply, glaring at Kurt and Blaine. Blaine looked suitably alarmed and Santana already trusted Kurt not to blab. Satisfied, she relaxed her expression and gave them a smile.

“Where’s the new light? Didn’t you two go to Home Depot?”

“No! We’ve been locked in the lobby this whole time.”

“Did you at least make out?”

“I-”

“We-”

The boys were too flustered to get more than a few syllables out.

Santana smirked. “Well, I think that answers my question. Well done. Took you long enough.”

Static crackled over the headset and Rachel’s annoying voice came through, far louder than it needed to be. “We found something!”

“Berry, my ears!” Santana complained.

“We’re on our way but we’re not alone. The, uh, the ghosts seem very interested in whatever we found.”

Santana jumped into action, instructing the rest of the Glee Club to rendezvous back in the auditorium and calling out to Lillian Adler, who had floated up near the catwalk.

One by one, each member of New Directions burst in through one of the entrances to the auditorium. Last to arrive, Mercedes and Rachel came tearing up the stairs followed closely by a roiling mass of ghosts. Blaine jumped into Kurt’s arms in terror. Santana decided not to tell them the ghosts couldn’t harm them just yet. This way was funnier.

Lillian Adler soared in a large spiral, soundlessly clapping her hands together. “Yes, oh, yes! I can feel it.”

Mercedes dropped the box as if it were burning her hands and kept running, Rachel at her side, until they were well past the ghosts, who began to circle the box.

Lillian Adler dove straight into the hurricane of ghosts. For a moment, Santana feared that they had somehow consumed her. After all, Lillian had never said that the ghosts couldn’t hurt one another. But then, triumphant, she emerged with her baton in hand. It was the first object the ghosts had been able to touch. It glowed faintly in her hand. She tapped it on the edge of a music stand and the ghosts froze. She cleared her throat. “Students! Gather, please, it is time for rehearsal.”

Spellbound, the ghosts floated into orderly lines and began to sing scales.

“How?” Santana blurted out.

“I was the choir director here for thirty-six years. For thirty-six years, young people opened themselves up to joy and this little stick has been soaking it up. Ended up with a lot of power.”

“Now what?” Rachel asked. “That’s great that you have them singing instead of wailing but our auditorium is still full of ghosts. We’re supposed to be having a haunted house here in—” she checked her watch, “— thirty minutes !”

Lillian Adler cackled with laughter. “Young people really haven’t gotten any cleverer, have they?”

“There’s no need to be so rude,” Rachel snapped.

“You’re telling me that in order to raise money for Regionals, you need to make this auditorium as terrifying as possible so the people who come through will tell all their friends to come and you want me to get rid of the ghosts ?!”

“I…oh… oh! Do you think you can get them to behave?”

Lillian Adler scoffed and gestured at her choir of ghosts who were now singing Superfreak in perfect three-part harmony.

“This is going to be the best haunted house ever!” Puckerman yelled.

Five Hours Later

“We’re rich!”

“This is enough money to get us to Regionals and Nationals.”

“We have to qualify first, don’t jinx it.”

The members of the New Directions high-fived and hugged, satisfied that for once a fundraiser had gone well.

Kurt cleared his throat. “Not to put a damper on things, but… the auditorium is still full of ghosts. And I don’t see Lillian Adler anywhere.”

Kurt was right. While they seemed less agitated than before, the ghosts were very much still there, circling up near the rafters.

“That’s why I brought this,” Brittany declared, holding out a slightly damp book. “It’s the spellbook I used to summon Ms. Adler in the first place. I think there’s a section on banishing.”

The New Directions crowded around Brittany as she paged through the book, searching for the right page. “Uh oh. I was worried about this.”

“What is it?” Kurt gulped.

Brittany read from the book. “In order to permanently extinguish a haunting, the spirit must first resolve any uncompleted tasks that may be keeping the spirit stuck in The In Between. While a simple exorcism will often temporarily rid you of a haunting, the ghost is likely to return so long as it has not Moved On. ”

“Are you telling me these ghosts have unfinished business?” Sam squawked.

“Exactly right.” Lillian Adler floated through the wall and joined their conversation.

“Oh now she shows up,” Rachel groaned.

“Hush! The truth is that these poor singers never got to perform at Regionals. There was a horrible bus accident on the way there. Terrible business. Ten killed. I myself was in the hospital for several weeks.”

“Are you telling me we have to perform with a ghost choir at regionals? Badass!” Puckerman pumped his fist.

“We can’t bring ghosts to regionals!” Rachel protested. “The audience will be terrified.”

“Only if they don’t think the ghosts are simply very convincing special effects. And I think we proved here tonight that you can show real ghosts to hundreds of people and have them leave none the wiser.”

“We’re going to have to completely rewrite our set list,” Kurt pointed. “But it’s doable. We just need to make it part of the theme.”

“When has needing to rewrite the set list at the last minute ever stopped us,” Finn reminded him. “I think this is just the fresh new edge we need to make it all the way to Nationals.”

Tina pulled out her iPod and began scrolling. Her eyes lit up.

🎵I was struck by lighting, walkin' down the street I was hit by something last night in my sleep It's a dead man's party, who could ask for more Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door Leave your body and soul at the door🎵

The ghosts immediately joined in. With Finn, Blaine, and Artie still in full zombie makeup, the effect was quite powerful.

Lillian Adler surveyed the scene on the stage as she conducted her ghosts through their impeccable choreography. While she hadn’t managed to get rid of that horrible director, she had accomplished a lot tonight. Kurt and Blaine finally admitted their feelings to one another; she chuckled to herself in amusement, hardly believing that she’d had to go so far as to lock them in together before they finally figured it out. Santana was getting closer to feeling ready to open up to the Glee Club. The New Directions earned enough money to make it to Regionals. And best of all, her dear, dear students would finally be able to rest. And with that, her own unfinished business would finally come to a close. She was satisfied with the knowledge that it would be her last Halloween stuck In Between. She smiled as Blaine shyly took Kurt’s hand and spun him around. She hoped they would never know the pain of being apart from one another. She was looking forward to seeing her own dear Jane again very soon.

🕸The End🕸

Author's Note: Happy Halloween, Everyone!! That's a wrap on the third annual "Frankenfic."

Thank you to all of the creative authors who shared their talents and collaborated so wonderfully to create this story. I hope you are as proud of what we were able to create together as I am. It was really fun figuring out how to tie it all together!

Thank you for reading this story! I hope you will take a moment to leave a comment and let us know what you thought.

The song referenced in this chapter was "Dead Man's Party" by Oingo Boingo.

#frankenfic #gleefrankenfic 2022 #glee halloween #that's a wrap!#final chapter

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