#post: task

Halloween, 2018

It had started out as a joke. A comment about ‘basic’ Halloween costumes while they were smoking, a Google search with shopping links conveniently - temptingly - at the top of the page. He’d told Brayden in no uncertain terms that he would do it, and two business days later there’d been a decently-sized package in the mailroom for him, one he’d torn into gleefully, crowing his ‘Yes, way!’ in the face of Brayden’s disbelief. 

SELF LOVE SELF PARA: Write a oneshot where your character interacts with a younger or older version of themself. February 12, 2025 (and also February 12, 1991) — Menodora answers a call from someone she does not expect. Inspired by 'Landline.' TW: none // CW: none

EXERPT:

It's the Middle of the Night when she gets the call.

Rung out of her dreams by a rotary phone at the end of the portrait hall, the dark faintly lit by her diamond marks.

She'd never noticed a rotary phone before.

That's because there hadn't been one...

Ring.....

Should she answer it?

Riiiiiing.....

If she doesn't, this risks waking someone, doesn't it?

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing---

"Hello?"

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Caiette's Questionnaire 2024

Your Name: Caiette Characters: Julieta "juli" Madrigal | Menodora “moon” Butterfly-Johansen | Majke "magica" de Spell

SwynTask | July 2024 | Postcards From You || In sprawling hand, across heather adorned pages... a letter to Cassandra post-marked from Mjaunie, Denmark. The post-card matches the letter print, but all ended up enclosed in an envelope because the writing was just too copious to fit. Sent sometime in late March 2024.

Cassandra,

I hope the heart of spring is treating you well. Are the trees blossoming beautifully, is the sky just as indecisive as it was this past winter? I can only imagine how crisp the air might feel, in the city rather than in fields of rye. It's only for a week and yet I miss the proximity. I'm sure the walk from one end of the estate to the other is about the walk to reach your door.

Is that rude to say? Is that too unaware? Oh, Cass, I'm sorry. The way I put all my thoughts down before I even think. But I can't think.

The air feels different here, like the North Sea and blooming heather. It's the same, but altogether changed, from when I was a child. The sky meets the Moors and I can't help but think of how unfamiliar my entire life has become. I've never moved so far. Did you feel the same when you moved to Swynlake?

You won't tell anyone, will you? Ah, but no one there knows me. Alright, you may tell anyone who has an interest. Only I'm sure no one does so it is perhaps a useless permission.

Oh, Cass, I should bring you some apples. Maybe some Mjaunie flour. There is a bit of home that I wish to share with you that I worry will spoil by the time I return.

(Flight restrictions, as well, with fruit. But I digress.)

The late March air is lovely, but it would be lovelier with you here. Next year, perhaps? There's a crest beyond the veranda where I so wish to take you. It feels like you're standing on the edge of the world, yet all the world is before you. Is it small-minded to think that way? I suppose my life was very small before the world opened up to me.

That small peak... I think it calls to me just as the sun sets, and I hope it would call to you, too.

I miss you dearly and can't eat a single pastry without the thought of you and a desire to write you the recipe on stationery like this. It’s a depiction of the heather fields beyond my home, and I think of them as an escape, a sea of purple.

Last night our dessert was raspberry and lemon tarts. The night before, fluffy puff pastries with a jam center. My mother has a book of recipes somewhere, hidden away. I regret to say no one knows where it's hidden, we've turned the entire estate over twice looking. I believe it was pudding pie that my old tutor sought so fervently?

I would like to think I'm simpler than that. Though, you've seen my extravagance when it comes to hosting, to claim such a thing would be a lie.

Say you'll visit one day? You can bring Hiro. We have scads of beds, it would be no imposition.

Not that you could ever be an imposition to me.

River is so grateful for you, I should say. He's glad you've been such a friend and I could not agree more. But he wants you to have his personal thanks for making sure I was not alone in such a new place.

He says I'm more of a soul rather than Sole.... Which I would think is a fish but he means a lonely being.

Cassandra, have a lovely Spring Holiday. I’ll see you in a week, about.

All my Love,

Vala "Vee" Carrero-Noceda || Senior Spread || Gravesfield High, Class of 2022

ELLIOT SHAW’S PLAYLIST

none of these songs describe him, it’s just the music he likes.

001. can’t be cruel by elvis presley

let’s walk up to the preacher and let us say i do then you’ll know you’ll have me and i’ll know that i’ll have you.

002. bide your time by the courteeners

you can’t handle the skin heads that ones who cannot handle the blues they're making you scared to proud are you scared to be proud?

003. search and destroy by 30 seconds to mars

i’m no hero guilty as charged. found my faith living in sin.

004. waiting for go by the dykeenies

be brave no-one can see.

005. sexed up by robbie williams

you said we're fatally flawed when i'm easily bored is that okay?

006. what you stole by matt doyle

i’ll let you keep what you stole if you promise just to take a little more.

007. solo dance by martin jensen

think you're got me right where you want me but you're just in my way.

008. i met her on the train by jake quickenden 

pack your bags get your things together you need to go home.

009. honey i’m good by andy grammer

i could have another but i probably should not.

010. who’s that man by toby keith

— DUVAL JEAN MATHIEU.

GENERAL.

full name: duval jean mathieu.

nicknames: duv, mathieu.

name they prefer: duval.

gender/pronouns: cis male, he/him.

birthplace: eguisheim, france.

hometown: croydon, england.

birthday: november fourth, nineteen-eighty.

species: witch.

sexuality: bisexual & grey-aromantic.

four positive traits: intelligent, witty, calculating, observant.

four negative traits: cold, distant, uncaring, cynical.

height: six feet, even.

languages spoken: english, french.

occupation: small business owner.