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10 days until #30dhs2k25! Are you going to use #30dhs as an excuse to write something specific? Or are you winging whatever comes to mind the day of?

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August 22, 2025 at 4:06 PM
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6 days until #30dhs2k25! What do you think your first piece is going to be about?

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30 Days has September
A creative writing challenge for the month of September
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August 26, 2025 at 11:39 PM
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Need inspiration for your first #30dhs2k25 post? Today's suggested theme is "sleep"! Write a piece about being sleepy, being unable to sleep, a dream, a nightmare, or whatever else you think fits!

Good luck with your first #30dhs posts everyone!
September 1, 2025 at 12:31 PM
30dayshassept.bsky.social
Hi everyone, hope your #30dhs2k25 is going well! A lot of new people have followed and I'm excited to see you all! I don't want to be wierd and auto follow everyone who follows me back, but I will follow if you post under the #30dhs and #30dhs2k25 tags (or like this post)!
September 2, 2025 at 6:25 PM
vampyreneko.bsky.social
Second Entry for the 30 day 100 word writing challenge~ www.deviantart.com/vampyre-neko... #quoteworthy #30dhs2k25
Cafe Encounters [2/30 Day Challenge] by Vampyre-neko on DeviantArt
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September 15, 2025 at 10:05 PM
tirotastic.bsky.social
30 Days Has September Day 1 - Sleep
Day 2's coming soon. sorry if this is bad lol ... had to include it as an image :/ #30dhs #tirotastic #30dhs2k25
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September 2, 2025 at 6:38 PM
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September 1, 2026 at 11:46 AM
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Pleased to announce that @gaiaonline.com is hosting #30dhs2k25! They have sponsored me as a user-run event that offers an Achievement for participating! Long time Gaian? Nostalgic for the forum based internet of the past? Never heard of the place? Come join us!

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September 1, 2025 at 11:54 PM
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With a daily goal of only 100 words in any format (prose, poetry, screenplay, etc), anyone can take on this challenge!

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30 Days has September
A creative writing challenge for the month of September
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August 18, 2025 at 6:29 PM
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Today's the day! Calling all #writers, #poets, #authors, and #scriptwriters! Today marks the first day of Thirty Days Has September Writing Challenge! Use the tag #quoteworth to be reblogged!

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30 Days has September
A creative writing challenge for the month of September
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September 1, 2025 at 10:21 AM
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Today is Day 23 of #30dhs2k25! Your optional prompt for today (suggested to me by a friend) is "Uncouth"! Is your subject lacking in manners? Or is someone they are talking to the unsophisticated one? Or is the situation your subject finds themselves in the uncouth thing? Excited to read!
September 23, 2025 at 11:17 AM
30dayshassept.bsky.social
Today is Day 7 of #30dhs2k25! You've made it a whole week, proud of you! If you're looking for something to inspire your writing today, today's word prompt is "Metamorphosis". It could be literal or fugitive; a change in personality or physical being! Excited to see where you guys take this one!
September 7, 2025 at 10:49 AM
30dayshassept.bsky.social
Today is day 16 of #30dhs2k25 and the optional prompt is "Trust"! Is your subject trustworthy? Or are they the kind of person you wouldn't trust with anything? Is your subject trying to gain the trust of another or did they to break the trust of someone they hold dear? Excite to read what you write!
September 16, 2025 at 11:12 AM
rheostatic.bsky.social
Day Seventeen of #30dhs2k25: 184/100

Writing this scene is like pulling teeth. I'm just trying to get a sort of backstory for Syrus down talking about his partner (and the trauma that goes with it) but NOTHING is working. So have this glorified exposition : (
Monster hunting was always terrible business, especially when it was your nine to five. Even more so when it was a “Secret American Government Agency” - all the bureaucracy was enough to make anyone hate it. The DAP (Defense Against the Paranormal) was one Men in Black and one part military police - emphasis on military for this was America after all. Syrus Holt had gone into this thinking he could be providing a community service, helping the local people of New Jersey against the Paranormal threats they faced. Instead he got trained into a glorified coverup cop, with his main purpose to keep Americans from knowing the truth. The only thing that kept him going after several years in this shitty job was his partner, Wyatt McAllister. Mac, as everyone called him, had actually been the one to train him. Apparently his training was to serve as some sort of punishment for the older Agent, but the two had clicked so quickly that it was hardly a punishment at all. Now nearly a decade in and the two wouldn’t pick another partner for the world.
September 18, 2025 at 12:11 AM
seulira.bsky.social
Joining #30dhs to encourage me to write a little more!

For this project, I'm taking the dream journals I've recorded and turning them into miniature poems. Here's day 1 :)

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Dream Journal 1/25/2017 There’s blood in the water It streams from the body of the boy caught on the branch His jacket is torn and I see pale flesh peeking My heart hammers as I navigate carefully amongst the pointed rocks Pull him out Hold him close cold Skin on skin and deep heaving sobs and blurry vision and cold I pull him into my lap and run featherlight touched over cuts and bruises I bury my head into his chest and tremble A hand grazes the side of my face I suck in a gasp and he crumples with a waterlogged cough and My alarm wakes me up
September 1, 2025 at 5:48 PM
rheostatic.bsky.social
Day One of #30dhs2k25: 214/100

Barely slept last night so here's a piece about my namesake never being able to sleep.

: ) excited to host and take on the #30dhs challenge again!
At some point in his existence Ethan had to have known what sleep felt like. Where resting meant the passage of time happened effectively instantaneously and there was a definitive end to one day and the beginning of another. But when that option was removed, days and nights blended together and time became this slow crawl of existence where it dripped by like a leaky faucet. There were one thousand, nine hundred, and fifty-seven spots on Ethan's own ceiling. He really should consider removing the popcorn texture - why the hell did Autumn think it looked good? One thousand, nine hundred, and fifty-seven spots would take some time to remove at the very least, and then he could check if his count was actually accurate. But when the vampire was rotting in bed unable to bring himself to do anything else, there would be nothing there to aid the passage of time. Slate coloured eyes slid over to look at the green glow of his digital alarm clock, the only tether that kept Ethan aware that time changed at all. 3:12AM. It has only been twenty minutes since he last checked the clock. An unnecessary inhale to allow a frustrated sigh as slate eyes drifted back towards the ceiling. One, two, three, four, five…
September 1, 2025 at 4:00 PM
rheostatic.bsky.social
Day Seven of #30dhs2k25: 201/100

One of these days I'll actually sit down and figure out this scene from front to back instead of writing it in vague chunks. But maybe it's because I want this scene to be a surprise for my players and if one of them reads it by mistake I'm not completely screwed~!
The sound of a sickening crunch as something hit the floor. “It has to be you!” The sound of screaming coming to an abrupt end with the wet, god-awful ripping noise. “I’m so sorry! I’m so fucking sorry.” The sound of a gunshot ringing out. Syrus awoke with the gasp, clutching at his chest as he sat bolt upright in bed. The image of empty eyes with a gunshot wound between them barely fading from his vision in the pitch darkness. He fumbled for his bedside lamp, it haphazardly flickering on from his shaking hands. He sat there, back against the headboard and just tried to calm his breathing. In for five. Hold for five. Out for five. Repeat. It took him longer than he'd like but eventually his heartbeat slowed down and he unfurled from his seated position. His dark eyes casted around the empty apartment, his choice of sleek and modern decor making it seem even more cold than usual. He knew that nightmare stuck around for a reason, maybe he was really cursed. Or maybe it was his mind once again trying to figure out if there was another solution. But that wouldn’t bring him back, would it?
September 7, 2026 at 11:07 PM
rheostatic.bsky.social
Day Twenty-Three of #30dhs2k25: 374/100

Managed to crank this out while waiting 20 mins for food and I'm glad I at least got this done after this exhausting day! Kai and Ethan are just easy to reach rn, even if this piece is a nothing burger in their overall lore!
“Hmmm busy tonight.” Kai leaned across the counter, flashing Ethan a dazzling smile.. “Sorry I don't have time for you handsome.” Ethan shrugged. “It's whatever.” But he held the eye contact of the siren who in turn didn’t make a move to continue whatever task he had interrupted. “Awww don't be like that….” Kai started until someone slammed a hand down on the counter next to them. “HEY you getting us that beer or what?” Ethan and Kai’s attention was turned to a man Ethan's right. The vampire’s eyes narrowed at the other man, part of the rowdy bunch from over the other side of the bar. “Oh yes, sirrrr.” Kai purred out, all sarcastic charm. “I'll get right on that.” but he didn't move. “Don't need you flirting with anyone else before taking care of me. Didn't anyone tell you to treat your customers with respect.” Ethan scowled at the other man, but before he could Kai spoke up “Oh you know what, I think I missed that lesson. How about I get my boss and we discuss that with all three of us?” Kai's eyes looked all dangerously charming. The mention of said boss sobered up the uncouth man. “Hey now, no need to get him involved…” “Didn't think so. Now go sit down, Fang boy. And I'll get your beer when I can.” Kai's smile was all perfect customer service as the other man walked away with a scowl. “Hmph. ” Was all Ethan managed as he watched the man walk away. “What? Didn't like me setting that guy in his place?” Kai feigned hurt. Ethan looked back confused, but shook his head.. “Why is Jack allowing Fangs in here?” Kai sighs. “He really isn't. But if I call Jack to kick them out… it'll cause another fucking scene that Jack doesn't need.” There was a pointed look at him as Kai reached for a pitcher for the beer. Ethan frowned, sucking his fangs in subtle embarrassment. “Right.” “So don't put your nose in it again, OK?” Kai was filling said pitcher with beer. “I'll call him if they get worse, don’t you worry about me vamp boy.” And with a wink, the siren was off to give the men their drink.
September 24, 2025 at 1:24 AM
rheostatic.bsky.social
Day Four of #30dhs2k25: 418/100

When in doubt, worldbuild. Well I guess it's a character study with a little worldbuilding sprinkled in but it's what I do best so... Here's a little too much info about my namesake lol. Can we tell I'm itching to play him in a TTRPG?
For someone who gave off the aura of never giving a fuck about anything, temptation was Ethan’s curse. Nearly every jacket the vampire owned had holes or rips in the collar from where he had endlessly chewed on the neckline to alleviate the feeling of sinking his fangs into the nearest person. He lost count of how many times he had nicked his tongue or cheek on them when he reflexively sucked his fangs to relieve the constant ache they had. Every vampire knows the feeling of thirst, has experienced these symptoms in various degrees - but Ethan might be the only one that made this his constant state of being. Ethan was damned - how fucking prentious it is to call it that, he just says “fucked” - in the 90s. Back then, all the “medical marvels” that existed in blood alchemy was just about allowing vampires to get high. Which, in wonderful irony, was part of the reason Ethan became “fucked” in the first place. Making any sort of blood alternative was nearly unheard of and the only one in existence acted as a sort of emergency injection that was just to prevent a vampire from a full on bloodlust induced massacre. And that’s the only thing Ethan allows himself to take. Ethan never wanted to be a vampire, never chose the life he was now thrusted in him. And he damn well wasn’t going to let himself become the monster that he was told he was supposed to be. And if that meant nearly starving himself, you bet your ass he was going to fucking do it. But the absolute kicker to his temptation curse was his blood type. The blood type that someone had as a living being correlates to the blood they needed to drink as a vampire. All blood that wouldn’t be transfusable to one’s living self smelled awful and was indigestible, while the appropriate blood types would be mouthwatering. Ethan was AB+, the universal receiver. Great. Blood may have gotten more ethical in the 21st century with alchemy allowing the smallest drop of blood to create gallons more. But cracking the code on proper bloodless blood alternatives hasn’t made much advancement. No vampire likes the taste of “the fake stuff” and in a capitalist world, even the supernatural don’t want to make something that doesn’t sell. Maybe when the humans crack the code on bloodless blood transfusions, there will one day be a world in which Ethan Peryl doesn’t starve. Till then, there’s temptation.
September 5, 2025 at 12:26 AM
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Day Twenty-Six of #30dhs2k25: 873/100

The first piece in a REAL long time that I felt absolutely great to write. Where the descriptors were pouring out of me and the scene just kept going naturally. Probably because I was talking about my #1 blorbo through a cool creative lens ngl...
Dr. Emil Faust stared at the whiteboard in the middle of the bullpen as if letters were about to rearrange themselves into the answer he needed. He leaned against the - currently unoccupied - desk of one of the Detectives, arms crossed as he begged his mind to find something he was missing before. When Emil blinked, he hissed slightly in pain, realising that the lingering headache behind his eyes was worsened by the dryness of staring. He took his glasses off with one hand and massaged his eyelids with the other. “Figure something out there Doc?” The slightly blurry figure of Detective Nicolae Riviera sharpened when Emil put his glasses back on. “I wish. Did Forensics have anything?” Emil looked at the file that was in Riviera’s hands which was being set down onto the desk he was leaning on. “Nope.” Came the response from Detective Wesley Forbes, as he sat down at the desk butted up against Riviera’s. “Same as all the others, meticulously clean.” His sort of singsongy response was paired with a theatrical set of jazz hands. Emil sighed, eyes flicking back over to the whiteboard. “The long cooling off period means he doesn’t get sloppy. I keep thinking the next body that drops is where he is going to make the mistake but… he’s not impulsive. Everything is so… planned, so calculated.” Emil forced the bridge of his glasses into his nose as he placed a knuckle there. “The victim is never a lead, the forensics are never a lead. It’s just… the crime scene.” “Maybe the long cooling off period is because he’s planning.” Riviera suggested. “Yeah but like… don’t serial killers get off to this shit? And then the cooling off periods get shorter and shorter?” Forbes rebutted, giving his partner a confused look from across their shared desks. “Yes but… I’ve been toying with the idea that maybe killing isn’t the Headhunter’s main goal.” Emil didn’t look at either Detective but they both turned to look at the back of his head. “Every time a body drops… These scenes get more and more elaborate.” Emil pushed himself up from the desk to walk over to the whiteboard. He runs his finger across one of the crime scene photos - a headless woman suspended by wires lit by a single spotlight. “Maybe the excitement of building this idea in his mind keeps him satisfied. The planning is just as exciting as the actual execution and then… the release?” He turns his head to Riviera and Forbes “It’s the publicity. It’s the thrill of the victims being named, the press that comes out after, the scant details being released to the public and their reactions to it. And maybe - like with Emily Lewis - looking for the leaked photo of the crime scene.” Both Detectives who were sharing a look, one that he was used to before Riviera spoke. “A serial killer that doesn’t… enjoy killing?” “No he’d enjoy it, but… it’s a tool not the goal.” Emil tried clarifying. “This.” He pointed a finger at the crime scene. “This is the goal.” “Like he’s looking for an audience?” Forbes asked, sounding slightly unsure of himself. Emil snapped his head to look directly into Forbes’s eyes. “That’s it. That’s it, Wes. An audience.” Emil waves a hand to the whole board. “It’s theatrical, it’s macabre, it’s attention seeking. This is his work and he wants everyone to see it.” “Yeah but why show the whole world his work and then go through all the steps to conceal his identity? Why not just go ‘Hey it’s me, I did this!’ and get the credit for it?” Riviera counters. “Because if he was found, he couldn’t keep doing his work.” Emil sighs, pushing his glasses up and rubbing once more at his eyes. “And we gave him a name: The Headhunter. He’s not going to need a real one after that. That one is more than he could ever get with just being himself.” There was a pause as everyone let Emil’s sentence hang for a moment. Then Forbes spoke up again. “So uh… any of that actionable or…?” “It proves he’s a narcissist but we already knew that.” Emil responds, tiredly. “And it’s far too late with this body to hold back anything. Even if we could, I don't think that would… work. He’d likely leak the information to the press himself if he thought we weren’t giving them the info he wanted. There’s no… winning in this particular situation.” “Well the goal isn’t ‘winning’, Doc.” Riviera sounds a little pointed in the way he talks. “It’s trying to make sure he doesn’t chop another girl’s head off and string her up like she’s a mannequin.” Emil gives a harsh exhale and makes eye contact with Riviera. “I am aware of that, Detective.” “Hey if Doc wants to be a little bit of a sore loser, I’d let him.” Forbes interjects, seemingly trying to bring some levity to the situation. “This shouldn’t go down without a little bit of a fight.” Both of the other men turn to look at Forbes who grins at the attention. Emil seems to stifle a smile as he replies. “Well, a fight is what he’ll get.
September 27, 2025 at 12:48 AM
vampyreneko.bsky.social
Posting late but I did finish it before midnight I swear~
formatting and character creation just took a minute lol anyway! 3 days down! 🥳 www.deviantart.com/vampyre-neko... #quoteworthy #30dhs2k25
Cafe Encounters [Day 3/30] by Vampyre-neko on DeviantArt
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September 17, 2025 at 6:17 AM
rheostatic.bsky.social
Day Thirty of #30dhs2k25: 121/100

I did a reflection/remake of last year's final piece and the difference I felt during 30dhs last year vs this year. I have been teary eyed for the last hour : ' ) I don't want this to be over, but like all good things... it must come to an end.
And so it ends. Quite bittersweet, as the energy has been more than it has ever been. New faces, new stories, new people - an exercise in perseverance it seems. And yet I prevailed! With all the extra tasks I placed upon myself, with all the tiredness that accompanied it: I wrote. I wrote and wrote and wrote and the words came again and again and again. In those moments of reading and writing, I feel at home. Writing still drives me, even on those long days and suffering nights. And now, surrounded by others who share similar passions, I find it even more true. This journey was markedly rougher than before but absolutely a journey that I will make… … again. --A. Castle. Journey’s End
October 1, 2025 at 12:05 AM
rheostatic.bsky.social
Day Twenty-Nine of #30dhs2k25: 895/100

This scene WENT places I was not thinking it was going to go but I'm happy it did. I just wanted to show Kai finally getting through to Ethan and it's... beautiful. It's like wrapping up a main throughline of Ethan pieces... I'm not crying, YOU'RE crying...
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ethan!” Kai pushed into the small bathroom behind him, quickly shutting the door. “What the fuck was that?” The vampire looked at him through Kai’s reflection in the mirror before flickering his slate eyes back to his own injuries. “Don’t worry about it.” “Don’t worry about it? You just tried to jump two Fang members!!! Jack had to throw you against a fucking wall!” Kai was now at his side, also looking at Ethan’s injuries in the mirror. Ethan didn’t respond, just wet another paper towel to mock up the blood that was leaking from the bite wound on his neck. “Oh my god.” Kai sounded exasperated as he turned towards the vampire proper. “Please just fucking talk to me?” That caused Ethan to pause, holding the paper towel to his wound and make eye contact with Kai. “I lost my cool, I’m sorry.” Kai’s face calmed a little when Ethan gave him part of an answer. “I… I mean the Fangs are shit but they’re not someone you should pick a fight with!” Ethan looked away again, back towards the mirror, moving the collar of his shirt out of the way to see how deep some of the scratches went. His eye was already looking puffy where he was clocked. “I knew them.” “Jesus Christ, you were involved with the gang, Ethan? Why the fuck are you-” “Kai.” Ethan’s eyes locked onto Kai’s in the mirror and shut his next ramble up with the firmness in which he said the siren’s name. “I knew them from a decade ago. I killed their boss.” “...What?” Kai managed, despite his shock. “It’s why they fuck with Jack.” Ethan paused with his wounds for a moment before slapping the blood socked paper towel down in the sink. He gripped both sides of the sink and refused to meet Kai’s eyes for a minute. “A decade ago… the Fangs were killing random humans. Just to show off, stick it to Spotlight, be fucking vampires, I don’t know.” A beat. “They killed someone who was… important to me. And Spotlight wouldn’t do a fucking thing about it. So I did.” There was a long pause as Ethan just stared at the blood oozing out of the paper towel towards the drain before Kai found his voice and asked. “What was their name?” Ethan looked up slowly, meeting Kai’s dark eyes in the mirror. “Jasper. His name was Jasper.” With slow, deliberate movements Kai approached Ethan as if he was an animal about to startle. The vampire just watched him cautiously until Kai wrapped himself around Ethan to give him a little awkward hug. “I’m so sorry, Ethan.” Ethan’s eyes slipped away from Kai’s in the mirror and he felt the wetness build up. As he shut them, it leaked down his damaged face cutting through the blood that had begun to dry. Kai squeezed him tighter from behind, likely feeling the slight tremors that went through the vampire as the kindness Kai showed him cracked a little into that aloof facade Ethan always put up. They stood like that for a while: Kai burrowing his face into Ethan’s shoulder blades and just being a small comfort to the other man, letting him be vulnerable on his terms. When Ethan raised his head back up, he looked at the nearly hidden form of the other man hugging him and a memory rose unbid in his mind. “God you always look so grumpy Ethan!” Jasper’s bright laughter rang out as he snuck a hug around his boyfriend’s waist. His head popped out from around Ethan’s midsection as he crinkled his nose in the mirror. “I swear you have the world’s worst case of RBF!” “RBF?” Ethan couldn’t help but give a scoffing kind of smile at the mess of reddish brown hair that was now under his arm. “Resting Bitch Face!” Jasper proudly explained. “Like look at that!” he jabbed a finger at Ethan’s face and the other man just laughed. It was a rich sound, accomplished by a smile that would look foreign to almost anyone else who knew Ethan. But it only made Jasper crack a wild smile “There! That’s much better!” Ethan’s hand came to rest on the two that were encased around his waist. Said hands broke apart at the motion with a “Oh sor-” but Ethan just spun around and pulled Kai into a proper full hug. He held the siren’s face against his chest and kept him there for a moment. “They uh…”Ethan’s voice broke a little when he spoke again and he took a moment to fix that before continuing. “They taunted me with his death. That’s why I hit them.” Kai pulled away and looked up at the other man, his eyes were clearly filled with tears now too. “Then they fucking desereved it.” Ethan reflexively laughed, the sound startling Kai whose face then broke into a wide grin at the noise. “Yeah, fuck them.” Ethan said, with the smallest ghost of a smile on his face. Kai’s eyes sparkled, partly with the tears that were still in them and partly with something Ethan couldn’t quite place. “Let me help you get cleaned up, vamp boy. Gotta support my champion fighter.” Ethan scoffed slightly at the comment. “I’m a fucking mess, Kai.” “Glad messes are my speciality.” Kai winked.
September 30, 2025 at 12:39 AM
rheostatic.bsky.social
Day Twenty-Eight of #30dhs2k25: 284/100

Got inspired to write how emotionally constipated Ethan (hence the prompt). Autumn asks mostly like an older sister to him, but they're just friends. Will Kai and Ethan ever get out of the toxic situationship they're in? Say tuned!
“Are you able to stay tonight?” Autumn was frantically packing something in the background as Ethan lounged on the shop chair behind the register. “Yeah…?” Ethan replied, brows pulled low in confusion. “Well I just didn’t want to interfere if you had plans with that boyfriend of yours. I know you don’t stream tonight so I thought maybe you’d want to hang out with him.” Autumn didn’t even look at him as she continued to rummage through things. “... What?” Ethan blankly looked at Autumn’s moving figure. “I mean it is like your night off. I didn't want to assume that I could borrow you to watch the shop. So if you guys have plans I can call around to see if I could get someone else to-” “He’s not my boyfriend.” Ethan cut Autumn’s rambling off with a blunt, flat response. That caused the witch to look at Ethan for the first time in the last few minutes. “Sorry, what?” “He’s… not my boyfriend. We’re just…” Ethan trailed off and looked off to the side. “No, silly me. Ethan Peryal can’t have a functional relationship, has to juuuust be fuck buddies.” Autumn put her hands on her waist and gave him a look. Ethan looked back with a sour expression on his features. “I’m not ready to-” “Ah yes, allergic to feelings!” Autumn threw her hands up in the air. “Can’t risk having those again.” “Shut the fuck up, Autumn.” Ethan snarled out. The two of them just glared at each other for a moment before Autumn snatched her bag up. “Well thank-you for being emotionally constipated enough to watch the shop Ethan.” Ethan rolled his eyes but gave nothing more than a “Hrmph.”
September 28, 2025 at 8:59 PM
rheostatic.bsky.social
Day Twenty-Seven of #30dhs2k25: 171/100

There were a ton of OCs I was picking between for a scene like this but decided I didn't do a lot of Isaac and Roderick so you get to have them : )
Consciousness returned to Isaac slowly, heavy and painful. He made to move before something pressed into his torso keeping him still. “Ah! No, no, no…” a familiar voice swam to his ears. “Stay still, Hunter.” Amber eyes flickered open before shutting once more against the harsh light that bathed across his face. Everything felt like it was underwater, heavy and offkilter. “Crow?” Isaac’s own voice sounded broken as he tried to figure out what was happening. “Shh, it is alright, Hunter.” It was said Crow that responded. “You are safe, I have you.” “Wh-what…” even inhaling to speak felt painful. “You were thrown from the guard's tower by a Beast - I have sent for the Herbalist, she comes soon. But Agape will not have you, this I know.” Isaac couldn’t quite tell if the Crow’s rapid talking came from the speed of his natural tongue or from some sort of panic in his voice. But everything was painfully difficult to keep track of… and Isaac slipped out of consciousness once more.
September 27, 2025 at 8:53 PM