Nov 16, 2021
Day #4 @riverdalepromptathon art post is from @stillscape‘s classic Valentine’s day fic Dianthus Caryophyllus. It might not be the right season, but sometimes you need Valentine’s day in November lol
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Day #4 @riverdalepromptathon art post is from @stillscape‘s classic Valentine’s day fic Dianthus Caryophyllus. It might not be the right season, but sometimes you need Valentine’s day in November lol
Riverdale theory: The town was used as a nuclear missile testing site for the Manhattan Project (geography has no meaning) and everything can be ~explained~ by the effects of fallout. In fact, the town has been under a glass dome since 1943. That's why no one can ever truly leave.
Vermillion and claret, please! (I, uh, I think I know the answer to vermillion already)
vermilion: have you ever pulled an all-nighter? if so, tell us about the first time.
Most wonderful of Stillscapes, your intuition is correct - I have indeed pulled a few all-nighters in my time, although I really try not to go without ANY sleep. (That hour or so nap demarcating one day from the next is really helpful, I find.)
I'm not exactly sure of the first time I stayed up all night, but an early (and awful) example was driving back to college after a club trip to NYC - we got a flat, had to have AAA put on a donut, and then later that night, witnessed a fatal car accident and had to talk to the cops. We limped back into town *well* after dawn and super freaked out.
More recently, I spent the Daylight Savings "Fall Back" night in the airport before an early morning flight. 0/10, do not recommend!
(Also, the instant earworm for this question: "It's the first time I stayed up all night/It's getting light, I hear the birds/I'm driving home through empty streets/I think I put my shirt on backwards")
claret: talk about a memorable experience on public transport.
Does Greyhound count? I have more than my fair share of Greyhound stories, including the one where I had to take the four hour "local" route instead of the two hour "direct" route I normally took. At one stop, the bus filled up with exuberantly boisterous guys in identical outfits. One of them apologized for his buddy staring at me with "Sorry ma'am, we all just got out of prison and he hasn't seen a woman in a long time." I smiled politely and decided it was time to feign being asleep for the rest of the trip.
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A non-list ask, if that's okay, during the Month of Loungewear: How would you define your personal style?
wow I LOVE this question. I mentioned briefly in other asks that I have been leaning heavily into the quarantine joggers. They make me feel like I’m not about to sleep persay, but I am supremely cozy. Days that I am trying to motivate myself to work out I put on some leggings and a sports bra to stay committed, but they’re also pretty comfy.
Leaning into my love for a messy bun and baseball caps. If I leave the house I might put on some wide leg crop pants with a sweatshirt and an oversized jean jacket.
I will say I have begun to invest more in my loungewear as a result and bought a very cute colorblock anthropologie sweatshirt that I am now planning to live in. It’s going to be hard to go back to anything else now.
stillscape replied to your post “been recovering from a concussion so trying to scale back my screen...”
Yikes! What happened?
bumped my head incredibly hard on the corner of my windowsill while cleaning. extremely mundane way to get a concussion but the next day i felt like there was something quite wrong with me and the doctor confirmed it and i’ve been slowly recovering since. kinda scarier to me that you can really hurt yourself doing something totally banal tbh
I’ve been wanting to create a list of fic recs for a while now, but was completely unsure as to how I wanted to go about that. I stumbled across the idea for a fic rec alphabet on tumblr (I think I got the idea from @fredheads???) and decided to go with it. From now on, I will try my best to post a fic rec every other day for each letter of the alphabet. I hope you enjoy, and if you do go read any of these fics, be sure to leave the author a lot of love in the form of kudos, comments, and/or reviews. ♡
A
Achievement Unlocked by stillscape (1/1)
Word count: 2,791 Rating: G
Summary:
Raptorlily prompted: Breakfast Club for Two - only it isn't breakfast and it isn't detention. Canon AU, pre-relationship Jughead and Betty get locked in the school overnight working on the B & G. Betty's parents are out of town and Betty bemoans the missed opportunity to go to a big party (she's attracted to Jug but doesn't think he's interested) while Jug battles with his growing interest in Betty, thinking she's not interested. The oblivious duo spend the night fighting/denying their attraction to each other.
And I have no self-control.
This is set somewhere around episode 1.05 - the Twilight is no more, but no one has invoked Shakespeare yet.
One of the hardest aspects of this project is that there are far too many incredible Bughead fics out there to only pick out 26, especially when the title has to start with a different letter each time. I was really undecided between three fics for A, but ended up going with @stillscape’s adorable Achievement Unlocked.
I stumbled upon the fic a few days ago and fell in love with @raptorlilian’s prompt. I don’t know about you, but that sounds like what dreams are made of. Not only is the premise itself super intriguing, but stillscape takes it and runs with it, writing lines that had my heart shattering for our two little oblivious beans. I highly recommend that you all take a second to check this little ficlet out, and don’t forget to leave some love for the wonderfully talented author.
A collection of words masquerading as a prompt: Thanksgiving. Jughead loves pie. Pie-baking contest (or maybe a pie-baking fundraiser?) and Betty's not competitive at *all*. Who do Veronica and Cheryl and Ethel think they are, anyway? I feel like this is probably in the comics somewhere.
It does feel like it’s in the comics somewhere, doesn’t it? I love it!
This got away from me and I don’t think it’s all what you intended but it came over me and here we are:
“The pies have to be homemade, Veronica!” Betty insists, hands settling on her hips. “If you think Jug won’t know the difference-”
“Oh please, Betty,” Veronica says, rolling her eyes while setting down her bakery box. “It’s pie! He won’t know the difference and it’s all for a good cause, what does it matter?”
“You just have to make sure you got his favorite,” Ethel adds, setting her apple crumb pie down on the judging table. “Which I did, of course.”
“Apple isn’t his favorite, Ethel.” Betty’s tone is consoling. “It’s-”
“Apparently whatever it is you made then, isn’t that right, Betty?” Cheryl interrupts holding her own red pie plate containing her signature maple syrup sugar pie. “Nepotism and all that being what it is.”
“He’s not going to pick mine just because I made it,” Betty argues, adjusting her pie pan for the fifth time.
“How’d he even get to be a judge anyway?” Veronica asks. “And why is there only the four of us?”
Betty, fidgeting with the apron she’s wearing just shrugs. “I don’t know. The only thing he told me is that they asked and he said yes.”
“I’ve never heard of this fundraiser, have you-”
“Good morning!” Jughead interrupts, walking up to the table with his eyes on the pies.
“Jug,” Betty says, “what’s this fundraiser for again?”
“It’s, uh, for the needy.”
“The needy?”
Veronica crosses her arms, staring at him. “And are you the needy?”
Betty gasps at his guilty face. “You didn’t set up a fake fundraiser just to get pie, did you?”
“If I say no, will you believe me?”
“Jug!”
“You know how I feel about pie, Betty,” he says, almost whining. “And we both know you were going to win, right? Your cherry pie has always been my favorite.”
“See?” Cheryl scoffs, raising an eyebrow. “Nepotism.”
Can you believe the nerve of him? I can, haha. Thanks for the ask, I had a lot of fun running wild with it!
Dianthus Caryophyllus
by @stillscape
In which Betty Cooper plays Cupid, Archie Andrews plays the field, Kevin Keller plays for the love of the game, Jughead Jones really doesn't want to play at all, and nothing quite goes according to plan.
A pre-canon Valentine's Day AU.
Of course, she thought as she rubbed angrily at her shin; she shouldn’t have been at all surprised Jughead would give her a funny look if she walked into the classroom wearing feathered wings, not when Jughead had spent a solid fifteen minutes at Pop’s last week railing against corporatism and fake holidays and the rip-off that was the American greeting card industry.
(“The only good thing about Valentine’s Day is February fifteenth,” he’d said, banging the end of his spoon on the table; a little drop of coffee flew from it and landed on Betty’s French fries.
“What’s so great about the fifteenth?” Archie asked, brow furrowed in confusion, like they hadn’t had this conversation for the last four years at least.
“That’s the day the candy goes on sale.”)
Jughead’s lips parted slightly, like he might have something he wanted to say, but then their teacher cleared her throat to signal the start of class, and he merely hung the wings from the back of her chair and sat down at his own desk again.
--excerpt from Dianthus Caryophyllus by stillscape // AO3
I read this fic last night and it completely ran away with me and my extra. I couldn’t help but make it an aesthetic, I loved it that much. @stillscape has an impressive ability to deliver a stunning layered cast of characters, gripping dialogue, and a scene so engaging that I was able to picture this entire story playing out in my head. Every moment and word fit perfectly together like a puzzle that only this impeccable author could create. Read this, as soon as possible, and prepare to feel all the feels while throwing hearteyes everywhere.