october/simblreen is almost here! so i thought i’d throw together a short list of prompts for those who want to do a challenge without having to create a post every day. because of this, there are no time constraints, and you can interpret the prompts however loosely you want. tag your edits with #simblrhec if you’d like me to see them! ✨
These prompts are great for art journals and sketch books!
1) Fill a page with icons. Think logos, symbols, flourishes, doodles, and other small and simple designs.
2) Completely cover a page (all white space) with leaves, feathers, flowers, and other things you find outside. Bonus points if you find butterfly wings.
3) Cut a pattern out of one page and use it as a stencil for the next page. Brush acrylic colour over top.
4) On a nature walk, pick as many varieties of mushroom as you can find. Try to determine what species they are, press and lable them in your journal.
5) Use a cup to fill a page with circles. Then, use different kinds of paint, pastels, markers, and fabrics to fill each circle in. Do the same for the gaps between the circles. Bonus points if none of the circles touch another of the same medium.
6) Paint stores give away mis-tinted house paint for free, or for very very cheap. Acquire latex house paint and apply large dollups of it to the page. Let them drip, focus on texture. Use a fan or blow drier to dry in place.
7) Sew along the edges of the page, loop the thread around instead of stitching so that it shows when you close the book. I used gold thread from the dollar store, it is thin enough not to get in the way of future entries.
8) Make a collage with old photographs and postcards found at a local second hand store.
9) Draw the room you are in. To avoid changes in perspective, stare at one object and draw what is in your peripheral vision.
10) Make pencil rubbings of the titles of all of your favorite books. Usually these are embossed under the jacket if the book is a hardcover.
Warnings: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. and swearing, light smut.
A/N: wooo it took me two days to write this. this my entry for @whothehellisbella‘s Cool Times Summer Jamz Mix Writing Challenge! My song was Final Song by MØ and I hope I did it justice
You never noticed how the grey clouds highlighted the sky. How through their shadows and darker outlines only made the white, the purity, stand out.
The rubble that had fallen on you had no effect anymore. Your body had become numb a long time ago, something you assumed was the last gift the world presented you with. Making sure your death wasn’t that painful.
You were aware of the body next to you, groaning and crying out in pain, in despair for some kind of help, but that’s all it was. Despair.
He too had been there with you, he too had been under the rubble, but his strength prevented him from giving up. His lower body was probably as crushed as yours was, but all you could do was watch the sky.
Chapter Summary: You’d been with Sam since he mysteriously returned from hell nearly a year ago. You, Cas, and Dean find out why he’s been acting so weird. A/N: Hello! And welcome to my new series! It all started as a part of @greenappleeyes 1,000 follower challenge, and it brought me here, to a *partial* series rewrite. The song I chose for the challenge was Over and Over by Three Days Grace. I think you guys will like this series a lot! I have lots and lots of plans for it, and no, it doesn’t go by every episode by the script. <3 Beta:@afanofmanystuffs Pairing: Sam x Reader Warnings: A little angst, language, implied smut, (most angst taken from season 6 episode 7: Family Matters.) Word Count: 2,194
Sam hadn’t been the same since he’d gotten out of hell. Something- and you didn’t know what; couldn’t even begin to fathom it- must have happened to him down there. But he downright refused to say what; dodging the question and changing the subject every time you brought it up. Sometimes, you had to wonder if it was just the fact that he let Dean go live with Lisa- maybe he missed him and regretted his decision. You certainly did. But you knew that you couldn’t go see him, even just a glance. If you had gone to Dean, how could you keep it a secret that Sam wasn’t really dead? Dean loved his brother- you knew how much he loved him. And you couldn’t keep the fact that he was alive secret from him. Thus, it was miles and miles away from him you stayed.
On some level (and you didn’t know how dominant that level may be), Sam had always known that you were in love with him. But the last few years had been hard. First demon blood, then the apocalypse - acting on your feelings was just too dangerous. But when you saw that he was back, mere days after he’d sacrificed himself to lock Lucifer back in his cage with Michael, you had fearlessly kissed him.
hellooo! if you're still doing the drabble challenge, a mix of 86/2 for reddie?? <3
Sorry about the wait. I just really wanted this one to be good. I hope you enjoy it!
Eddie loved his friends, but he hated sleepovers. All the other losers managed to sleep soundly through the night, but not Eddie. He was always suddenly bolting upright. Head filled with twisting and turning thoughts and noises and faces. He hated it when one person inevitably awoke and saw him like that. He hated looking weak. He wasn’t a child anymore. He could take care of himself. Which is why he felt a bit of perverse delight along with reasonable concern when someone was injured. He would be able to help them, to take care of them, to prove he was capable. The delight simply wasn’t there the night he saw how broken Richie was.
He was torn out of sleep by muffled noises. He turned and looked next to him. The blankets were moving. Someone was crying.
“Richie?” Eddie rubbed his eyes and mumbled groggily. Richie’s best of blankets jerked in response.
“Richie? I’m going to move the covers so… if you’re jacking off… please don’t be jacking off.” Eddie pulled away the blankets.
Richie’s eyes were squeezed tight and fear was etched clearly onto his face. “Richie!” Eddie whispered and shook his shoulder. Richie’s eyes snapped open. “Eddie?“ he whispered in disbelief.
Eddie nodded. “Are you o-”
Richie yanked him into a hug. He was still shaking. Eddie was shocked at first, but quickly melted into the hug, trying to soothe his friend. He didn’t feel any of the excitement he usually felt when someone scraped their knee. As he rubbed Richie’s back silently he felt a completely different emotion. Something he couldn’t quite place.
“You’re okay, Rich.” Eddie muttered into the crook of Richie’s neck. He kissed his forehead. “You’re okay.” He felt his face heat up. Why had he done that? Why had it felt so natural?
Richie whimpered into Eddie’s shoulder. He was doubled over himself for the height difference to work but he didn’t care. It was helping.
“Lets go somewhere else.” Eddie whispered. He had no idea what he was saying. Eddie kaspbrak, was suggesting they sneak out. Since when did he ever do that? Eddie took one look at Richie’s face and decided. Eddie Kaspbrak suggested things like sneaking out since now.
They crept up another set of stairs and out a window, onto the roof. Richie staid uncharacteristically silent, staring at Eddie, clinging to him, as if he was worried he’d disappear. “Do you want to tell me why you woke up crying?” Eddie prompted after a while of silence.
This seemed to snap richie out of whatever trance he was in. He smiled sadly. “Nah, don’t worry yourself, eds.”
“Don’t call me that,” Eddie rolled his eyes fondly. “And I’m already worried so don’t start that shit, either.”
“You’re truly a peach, deeah. A geeorgeeah-”
“Beep beep, Asswipe.” Eddie chuckled.
The music of crickets filled the silence.
“It was a nightmare.” Richie whispered. Eddie turned to him. He was folding in on himself, hugging his knees to his chest. Eddie waited for him to say more.
“I kind of figured that.” Eddie nodded slowly moving closer to Richie. Richie turned his eyes away.
“I- I was thinking about it.” He was trembling. “About all its faces. And the room. It-”
Richie seemed to choke on his own voice.
“Hey, hey. Calm down.” Eddie tried to coax Richie into looking at him. “Breathe.”
Eddie was glad he knew breathing exercises because Richie was a mess.
“They can’t hurt you anymore.” Eddie whispered into his hair. He pressed a kiss to Richie’s head again. “You’re safe.”
Richie just kept shaking his head. “No.” He muttered.
“What do you mean no?” Eddie asked pulling away. “You’re okay.”
Richie shook his head.
“Are you okay?” Eddie asked.
“Then everything’s fine.” Eddie moved in for a hug again, but Richie refused him. He shook his head again. “No.”
“Richie, what’s wrong?”
Richie didn’t answer.
“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry. Let’s just go back inside.” Eddie opened the window. Richie grabbed his arm.
“It was you.”
“When it lured me into the clown room…” Richie trailed off. Eddie moved so that the bespectacled boy had no choice but to look at him.
“It was you. It knew I’d go after you.” Richie picked at the roof tiles. “It didn’t even bother trying to be convincing.” He laughed bitterly. “In the dream it-”
“I’d go after you too, Rich.” Eddie whispered. Richie froze. “What?”
“I’d walk into a room full of lepers if I thought you were in there.” Eddie said simply. Richie smiled. It was a gooey smile, spreading across his face like butter.
“Are you okay?”
Richie nodded. “Let’s not go inside just yet.”
Edie sat back on the roof and gazed at the sky. He glanced at Richie to find he was already looking. His face turned pink. Richie slowly intertwined their fingers.
Richie’s hands were probably filthy…. Eddie didn’t want him to let go.
“The stars… um.. they’re pretty.”
“Yeah. You know who’s prettier?”
Eddie felt warmth spread across his cheeks.
“Your mom.” Richie grinned.
Eddie shoved him. “I will push you off this roof, Tozier!”