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The Scarf, cont’d.

(Part 1)

More from the fiber witch!Dex ‘verse, since it got so much interest. Honestly, this could have been even longer, but this part hit 4k and got to a nice endpoint (and I’ve been working on it all week), so I’m cutting off here… for now. I even went so far as to download pictures off my real camera for the first time in months just to illustrate this.

But y’all. There’s kissing. I mean, it’s me, so it’s still entirely T, but kissing. Don’t say I never did anything for you.

“Are you sure about this?” Nursey asked.

Dex looked up from the weird new binding off he was trying to do on the pair of fingerless gloves currently on his needles. “Yes? I invited you to come, and I meant it.”

“…’kay,” Nursey said, but in a tone that had Dex rolling his eyes and setting the whole mess of glove and needles to the side so he could roll forward on his knees and really look at Nursey where he was sitting on the floor in front of Dex’s bed.

“Do you not want to go?”

Nursey kept playing with the ridiculous kid’s potholder loom Dex had bought him at a craft store when he accidentally unwound one ball of yarn too many going through Dex’s stash. “No, I do.”


“But you don’t really talk about your hometown that much, and I’m, like, worried? I guess? Because I know it’s a small town, and I know you don’t really think about it, but I’m gonna kinda… stick out. And I didn’t know if you were starting to regret asking me.”

Dex blinked. “Oh. No, that’s not going to be a problem. I swear to you, they have seen black people in Maine before. But, um, there is probably something I should talk to you about.” He settled back on the bed nervously. “Can you… can you come sit up here so I can see you when I tell you this?”

Nursey put the loom down and moved to sit cross-legged on the bed facing Dex. Dex could see him letting his whole “chill” thing take over and knew he must be freaking Nursey out, so he just took a breath and plunged into it.

“So, yes, my town is different. But not like you think. It’s not that I don’t talk about it because I’m ashamed or anything. It’s just… hard to explain.” The string he always carried in his pocket had made its way into his hand, and he wove his fingers through it nervously. “We’re witches.”

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Anyone some tips on preventing your cat to cross the road? I’m probably moving next year and we’re gonna live in a house that’s close to a busy road, and one of my cats is quite adventurous so I need him to learn not to cross the road… 

We Are the Handsome Ones (WIP)

OCs: Val, Hamkin, Sofía

Place: Chicago, Illinois

Dialogue: (some would be in Spanish and English)

*some cumbia music playing in the background*

Val: look (forgot how to spell look in Spanish, my dumbass) guey (is that how you dude in Spanish? I don’t think is the word for dude, tho) *smacks Hamkin’s bicep* no te pongas (It’s that how you spell it???) a llora (It’s together or separate??? Aah, the thing about being bilingua)

Hamkin: Que? No I’m not llorando (jfc i forgot how to Spanish) *glares at Val… maybe idk!?*

Sofía: Ya shut las bocas… mouth??? (Wha?)

Val walks to the large apartment building, where the landlady lives (tho doña is… what is doña????). Sofía and Hamkin followed behind him. Val makes unfunny comment, Sofía smacks him behind the head, Hamkin rolls his eyes, audiences laughs at the males’ stupidity (no they don’t lol, there’s no audience).

Doña Carmen opens door to her apartment, makes sassy remarks towards Val and Hamkin, both looking at each like “what the fuck?” Sofía laughing behind her hand as she looks away. Val replies with one of his stupid comments, gets smacks behind the head by Doña and Sofía, cursed in Spanish, Hamkin wince at the attacks.

OC Hour: First Thanksgiving
  • Whitney: Before we eat, we go around the table and each of us says what we're thankful for.
  • Julian: Why don't we start with Sebastian?
  • Sebastian, 7: *EXTREMELY SHY* Ah...
  • Whitney: ... ^ ^ It's okay, sweetie. You can wait until next year.
  • Julian: Luna, what are you thankful for?
  • Luna, 5: PUDDING! *pounds her fists on the table*

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