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@honeylikewords
i wish everyone who makes up lore and intricate storylines for poorly written / under developed / side / minor characters a very pleasant evening
watching someone in your notes go through your entire catalogue of work
Inspired by @honeylikewords’s Jack Russell series — a photo of Jack and his (unnamed) wife on their wedding day. I’m absolutely obsessed with her writing and it’s genuinely so sweet and wholesome. So if you’re a fan of Werewolf by Night, please go read her stuff 🙏🏻
I hate drawing fabrics. I’m still learning.
IG: @/novainaquarius
OH MY GOOD GOD IN HEAVEN OH MY HEART IS GOING TO FALL OUT OF MY CHEST
This is !!! everything to me !!!
Mrs. Russell looks just. Incandescently beautiful and Jack looks so sweet and utterly in love with her and you've managed to capture their dynamic perfectly; the nose touching!! THE NOSE TOUCHING!!!!
YOU CAN SEE HOW MUCH THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND HOW GENTLE AND TRUSTING THEY ARE OF ONE ANOTHER AND I JUST--
I am so delighted by this that I won't be able to stop screaming into my pillow for days on end and now I absolutely HAVE to write as many fics as possible. My brain is on fire and my heart is BURSTING WITH LOVE FOR YOU AND THIS IMAGE
EVERYBODY LOOK AT THIS!!!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!
ALSO I WANT TO COMPLIMENT YOUR ARTISTIC SKILLS BECAUSE THE FABRICS LOOK INCREDIBLE AND THE ANATOMY IS GORGEOUS AND THE TEXTURES AND SHADING AND COLORS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND FEEL SO REALISTIC AND GROUNDED AND I AM GOING TO CRY. THANK YOU
and do not worry, jack russell fics will return too!
i’m going to be writing and posting christmas fics for a while because christmas is somehow one of my Special Interests and i do celebrate it for the full 12 days (all the way into january!) so. the holidays will last a while here gahgklashgg
HAPPY HANUKKAH EVERYONE!!
I'll be back to do holiday content soon enough but right now just a quick reminder that it isn't super cool to write Christmas-only content for Jewish characters, especially explicitly Jewish characters like Marc Spector/Steven Grant!
Everyone who knows me knows I LOVE Christmas but I'm also from a Jewish background and it's uncomfortable to see non-Jewish people write Jewish characters in ways that ignore or de-prioritize their Jewishness; we should all try to remember that the holidays are for everyone to practice their traditions, and not all traditions are the same, and that's wonderful!
A little research or asking a Jewish friend or fellow creator can help if you're having trouble writing holiday works for Jewish characters, and there are tons of resources online (like vlogs, blogs, short stories, articles, interviews, even things like recipes, etc), and you can even still write Christmas-adjacent content, so long as you thoughtfully and respectfully integrate the character's background!
Happy holidays!
had a dream people were ROASTING ME in the comments of my latest fic fjsbdkndkdn i was so relieved when i woke up to no notifications of people telling me to get tested for brain damage
together. (jack russell)
jack and his wife celebrate the gathering of friends and family. (pregnancy arc!)
(warnings: food, mentions of meat, mentions of the very real likelihood of pregnancy :>, jack being surprisingly flirty and physically affectionate at a family gathering. just a really short fluff piece! word count: 2.2k)
(for context, the idea for this fic is that Jack owns a cabin in the woods and has invited his monster friends and family out for a feast!)
Jack prods a large rack of ribs with a thermometer, expertly needling the meat between the bones and checking the temperature in one swift motion. Noting the number flashing on the small screen, he turns a knob down on the grill and shuts the lid over the meat, trapping the heat and smoke within. As he turns around, he beams at his wife, hands in the front pockets of his bright green apron emblazoned with the words “SMOKIN’ HOT GRILLMASTER” in flaming font.
“Should be ready in, eh, twenty minutes?”
“Oh, good, then we’re on schedule.”
His wife reaches past his hands into one of the pockets and pulls out a printed sheet that had been folded into a tiny square so many times that the paper had gone soft, then flicks it open. Scanning down the list of main courses, she eyes the side dishes, baked goods and desserts, each listed with an appropriate prep time and step taken. Scheduling had been a pain, but it was a necessary task; trying to coordinate feeding this many people in a timely manner was no small feat.
Inside the cabin, a timer goes off, and Jack perks his ears, head tilting slightly in the direction the sound came from. His nose lifts and he inhales, a smile spreading across his face, and he puts his hands on his wife’s hips, swaying her playfully.
“I cannot believe how good that stuffing smells, cielito,” he grins, squeezing her hips for emphasis. “You’re such a good cook. The best, probably, in the entire world.”
“Hope it tastes half as good as it smells,” she shrugs, trying to humble herself in the face of Jack’s effusive glee, but he merely giggles and presses his nose to hers, shaking his head.
“It’s going to be perfect; it already is! I can smell it!”
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together. (jack russell)
jack and his wife celebrate the gathering of friends and family. (pregnancy arc!)
(warnings: food, mentions of meat, mentions of the very real likelihood of pregnancy :>, jack being surprisingly flirty and physically affectionate at a family gathering. just a really short fluff piece! word count: 2.2k)
(for context, the idea for this fic is that Jack owns a cabin in the woods and has invited his monster friends and family out for a feast!)
Jack prods a large rack of ribs with a thermometer, expertly needling the meat between the bones and checking the temperature in one swift motion. Noting the number flashing on the small screen, he turns a knob down on the grill and shuts the lid over the meat, trapping the heat and smoke within. As he turns around, he beams at his wife, hands in the front pockets of his bright green apron emblazoned with the words “SMOKIN’ HOT GRILLMASTER” in flaming font.
“Should be ready in, eh, twenty minutes?”
“Oh, good, then we’re on schedule.”
His wife reaches past his hands into one of the pockets and pulls out a printed sheet that had been folded into a tiny square so many times that the paper had gone soft, then flicks it open. Scanning down the list of main courses, she eyes the side dishes, baked goods and desserts, each listed with an appropriate prep time and step taken. Scheduling had been a pain, but it was a necessary task; trying to coordinate feeding this many people in a timely manner was no small feat.
Inside the cabin, a timer goes off, and Jack perks his ears, head tilting slightly in the direction the sound came from. His nose lifts and he inhales, a smile spreading across his face, and he puts his hands on his wife’s hips, swaying her playfully.
“I cannot believe how good that stuffing smells, cielito,” he grins, squeezing her hips for emphasis. “You’re such a good cook. The best, probably, in the entire world.”
“Hope it tastes half as good as it smells,” she shrugs, trying to humble herself in the face of Jack’s effusive glee, but he merely giggles and presses his nose to hers, shaking his head.
“It’s going to be perfect; it already is! I can smell it!”
Keep reading
together. (jack russell)
jack and his wife celebrate the gathering of friends and family. (pregnancy arc!)
(warnings: food, mentions of meat, mentions of the very real likelihood of pregnancy :>, jack being surprisingly flirty and physically affectionate at a family gathering. just a really short fluff piece! word count: 2.2k)
(for context, the idea for this fic is that Jack owns a cabin in the woods and has invited his monster friends and family out for a feast!)
Jack prods a large rack of ribs with a thermometer, expertly needling the meat between the bones and checking the temperature in one swift motion. Noting the number flashing on the small screen, he turns a knob down on the grill and shuts the lid over the meat, trapping the heat and smoke within. As he turns around, he beams at his wife, hands in the front pockets of his bright green apron emblazoned with the words “SMOKIN’ HOT GRILLMASTER” in flaming font.
“Should be ready in, eh, twenty minutes?”
“Oh, good, then we’re on schedule.”
His wife reaches past his hands into one of the pockets and pulls out a printed sheet that had been folded into a tiny square so many times that the paper had gone soft, then flicks it open. Scanning down the list of main courses, she eyes the side dishes, baked goods and desserts, each listed with an appropriate prep time and step taken. Scheduling had been a pain, but it was a necessary task; trying to coordinate feeding this many people in a timely manner was no small feat.
Inside the cabin, a timer goes off, and Jack perks his ears, head tilting slightly in the direction the sound came from. His nose lifts and he inhales, a smile spreading across his face, and he puts his hands on his wife’s hips, swaying her playfully.
“I cannot believe how good that stuffing smells, cielito,” he grins, squeezing her hips for emphasis. “You’re such a good cook. The best, probably, in the entire world.”
“Hope it tastes half as good as it smells,” she shrugs, trying to humble herself in the face of Jack’s effusive glee, but he merely giggles and presses his nose to hers, shaking his head.
“It’s going to be perfect; it already is! I can smell it!”
Keep reading
together. (jack russell)
jack and his wife celebrate the gathering of friends and family. (pregnancy arc!)
(warnings: food, mentions of meat, mentions of the very real likelihood of pregnancy :>, jack being surprisingly flirty and physically affectionate at a family gathering. just a really short fluff piece! word count: 2.2k)
(for context, the idea for this fic is that Jack owns a cabin in the woods and has invited his monster friends and family out for a feast!)
Jack prods a large rack of ribs with a thermometer, expertly needling the meat between the bones and checking the temperature in one swift motion. Noting the number flashing on the small screen, he turns a knob down on the grill and shuts the lid over the meat, trapping the heat and smoke within. As he turns around, he beams at his wife, hands in the front pockets of his bright green apron emblazoned with the words “SMOKIN’ HOT GRILLMASTER” in flaming font.
“Should be ready in, eh, twenty minutes?”
“Oh, good, then we’re on schedule.”
His wife reaches past his hands into one of the pockets and pulls out a printed sheet that had been folded into a tiny square so many times that the paper had gone soft, then flicks it open. Scanning down the list of main courses, she eyes the side dishes, baked goods and desserts, each listed with an appropriate prep time and step taken. Scheduling had been a pain, but it was a necessary task; trying to coordinate feeding this many people in a timely manner was no small feat.
Inside the cabin, a timer goes off, and Jack perks his ears, head tilting slightly in the direction the sound came from. His nose lifts and he inhales, a smile spreading across his face, and he puts his hands on his wife’s hips, swaying her playfully.
“I cannot believe how good that stuffing smells, cielito,” he grins, squeezing her hips for emphasis. “You’re such a good cook. The best, probably, in the entire world.”
“Hope it tastes half as good as it smells,” she shrugs, trying to humble herself in the face of Jack’s effusive glee, but he merely giggles and presses his nose to hers, shaking his head.
“It’s going to be perfect; it already is! I can smell it!”
okay so I'm. Very sick and haven't been able to get adequate rest and whatnot but I do want to get out a Thanksgiving Adjacent fic for Jack within the next few days so indulge me a bit with these caveats for the fic:
1. I can't be sure of the length since I never write with a length in mind; I just sit down and plonk out whatever feels good, and sometimes that's 2.5k or sometimes that's 6k! I'll probably lean more towards 2.5 or 3k this time for the sake of my health (screen time hurts my head!)
2. I don't want to get too personal but for My Own Reasons I'm going to be writing the fic to not feature Jack's WIFE'S biological family.
Families come in all shapes, sizes, and forms and Jack exemplifies that himself, so the emphasis will very likely be on a different kind of family, and I hope you guys love that idea as much as I do!
3. It will probably not overtly be a "Thanksgiving" setting, as the holiday's history and current connotations can be alienating and uncomfortable for a lot of people, but more of a dinner party with the parade going in the background because Balloons Are Excellent!
That's just a little Heads Up for what to expect! I'll get started as soon as I feel well enough to actually sit with my laptop but until then, just know it's coming!
bedrest (jack russell)
jack’s wife feels a little under the weather. (pregnancy arc!)
(warnings: sickness, very brief mentions of nausea and vomiting, mentions of food, and, obviously, indications towards pregnancy! just a short little fic about how cute jack is when he’s playing nurse; word count: 2.5k)
It starts with a heavy feeling around her temples. Her shoulders sit sorely, and the ache spreads all the way down to the small of her back. There’s a pressure behind her eyes. The core of her throat becomes sticky and swallowing suddenly is something she has to think about doing, and doing it sends sharp prickles radiating through her neck.
Now, hovering over the kettle as it rumbles to a boil, she can feel her head becoming foggy, growing faded; trying to have a clear, linear thought feels exactly the same as trying to run in a dream. A torpidity descends, and her attempts to lift the kettle and pour it into her mug are frail to say the least.
This kind of grogginess usually fades in the first hour of being awake, for her, even with the emergence of a somewhat regular nausea that she attributes to her recent attempts to quit caffeine. It also isn’t often accompanied by the other strains; this feeling has been lingering since late last night, and has carried over into the current noon. She’s trying not to let it worry her, but she has a worm of worry nibbling at her, telling her things are about to get a lot worse.
Her splashed tea sits on the countertop brewing as Jack comes into the kitchen, holding a pile of books and gesturing at them with all the excitement of a cartoon dog. He’d been fiddling around in the garage for the better part of the morning, having gone out before she even woke; the telltale sounds of boxes sliding and falling over one another (followed by his swearing) filtering back into the house had given him away. Now, he emerges, triumphant.
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bedrest (jack russell)
jack’s wife feels a little under the weather. (pregnancy arc!)
(warnings: sickness, very brief mentions of nausea and vomiting, mentions of food, and, obviously, indications towards pregnancy! just a short little fic about how cute jack is when he’s playing nurse; word count: 2.5k)
It starts with a heavy feeling around her temples. Her shoulders sit sorely, and the ache spreads all the way down to the small of her back. There’s a pressure behind her eyes. The core of her throat becomes sticky and swallowing suddenly is something she has to think about doing, and doing it sends sharp prickles radiating through her neck.
Now, hovering over the kettle as it rumbles to a boil, she can feel her head becoming foggy, growing faded; trying to have a clear, linear thought feels exactly the same as trying to run in a dream. A torpidity descends, and her attempts to lift the kettle and pour it into her mug are frail to say the least.
This kind of grogginess usually fades in the first hour of being awake, for her, even with the emergence of a somewhat regular nausea that she attributes to her recent attempts to quit caffeine. It also isn’t often accompanied by the other strains; this feeling has been lingering since late last night, and has carried over into the current noon. She’s trying not to let it worry her, but she has a worm of worry nibbling at her, telling her things are about to get a lot worse.
Her splashed tea sits on the countertop brewing as Jack comes into the kitchen, holding a pile of books and gesturing at them with all the excitement of a cartoon dog. He’d been fiddling around in the garage for the better part of the morning, having gone out before she even woke; the telltale sounds of boxes sliding and falling over one another (followed by his swearing) filtering back into the house had given him away. Now, he emerges, triumphant.
Keep reading
bedrest (jack russell)
jack’s wife feels a little under the weather. (pregnancy arc!)
(warnings: sickness, very brief mentions of nausea and vomiting, mentions of food, and, obviously, indications towards pregnancy! just a short little fic about how cute jack is when he’s playing nurse; word count: 2.5k)
It starts with a heavy feeling around her temples. Her shoulders sit sorely, and the ache spreads all the way down to the small of her back. There’s a pressure behind her eyes. The core of her throat becomes sticky and swallowing suddenly is something she has to think about doing, and doing it sends sharp prickles radiating through her neck.
Now, hovering over the kettle as it rumbles to a boil, she can feel her head becoming foggy, growing faded; trying to have a clear, linear thought feels exactly the same as trying to run in a dream. A torpidity descends, and her attempts to lift the kettle and pour it into her mug are frail to say the least.
This kind of grogginess usually fades in the first hour of being awake, for her, even with the emergence of a somewhat regular nausea that she attributes to her recent attempts to quit caffeine. It also isn’t often accompanied by the other strains; this feeling has been lingering since late last night, and has carried over into the current noon. She’s trying not to let it worry her, but she has a worm of worry nibbling at her, telling her things are about to get a lot worse.
Her splashed tea sits on the countertop brewing as Jack comes into the kitchen, holding a pile of books and gesturing at them with all the excitement of a cartoon dog. He’d been fiddling around in the garage for the better part of the morning, having gone out before she even woke; the telltale sounds of boxes sliding and falling over one another (followed by his swearing) filtering back into the house had given him away. Now, he emerges, triumphant.
I'm close to finishing the Shorter Than Usual sickfic for Jack (I'm very Unwell irl so please indulge me) and wondering as we enter the holiday season, would people be interested in seeing holiday fics for Jack?