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Thirty Days Has September 🖊️ A Writing Challenge!@30dayshassept.bsky.social · 3w ago

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📸「 rheostatic 」@rheostatic.bsky.social · 11mo ago

Day Thirteen of #30dhs2k25: 391/100 Normally don't write about Castle the person outside of Castle's style but this felt more fitting as a storybook piece. Thought I was going to use Emil but scrapped that for this after a two sentences lol. Castle's muse just comes all too easy.

Spring was late this year; it was well into April before the temperature deigned to raise above forty degrees. So when the high of fifty-two wormed its way into the forecast - along with no more rain - Castle decided today would be the day he’d let fresh air into the library. “Library” is what this room had always been called and it met the definition by having wall floor to ceiling book shelves lining the walls, but it wasn’t as big as one would normally associate with a proper library. It was effectively a book themed office with a lovely high ceiling and a gigantic window at the far end to give the perfect amount of daylight. That window only had part of it that opened, but it was enough to get the stuffy room some clean and somewhat warm air into it. Castle sat on one of the two well worn leather chairs that were grouped with the window - as opposed to the desk that was near the door - and gazed out unto the lake that was a little ways in the distance. Picturesque was an understatement. This room almost felt built for that view, and Castle was almost certain whomever designed this house had that in mind. But being in the room didn’t always bring up the best of memories, despite its incredible charm. Castle leaned his head back in the chair and shut his eyes. The crisp air made him shudder a little and small fleeting memories of worse days and nights spent in this place rose unbidden. He could see himself hunched over the desk, a bottle of god knows what two-thirds empty next to him as he penned endless pieces into his journals. Some were poetically written pieces crying out in pain, others were nonsensical wording of a man too far in his cups, but they all had one throughline: him. Castle opened his storm-coloured eyes and gazed back across the lake. Fourteen years later and he still didn’t have the answer. Perhaps the wistful longing that he would come knocking on the door had died the moment he let himself live again, but the haunting lack of answers alwa…
📸「 rheostatic 」@rheostatic.bsky.social · 11mo ago

Day Twelve of #30dhs2k25: 618/100 I know we've been a bit on a Jasper and Ethan motif lately but this conversation only works with Kai... Kai is big whiplash from Jasper and I adore putting them together like this. Bonus points if you can figure out what kind of supernatural creature Kai is!

The quiet of Ethan putting his clothes back on was interrupted by the large dramatic noise his bedmate made while stretching. “Damn, vamp boy, do you ever run out of energy?” Slate eyes flickered down to the other man. He didn’t say a word, but his expression very much said ‘what?’ “I mean… I know you guys don't have to sleep and all… but you're the damn energizer bunny.” Kai made a vague hand gesture to the fact that Ethan was vertical right now. “Is it the virus that does that? Just makes you guys always feel awake?” Ethan stared at him blankly for a moment, mid putting on his shirt. With a sigh, he finished the action and spoke. “No, not really.” “Well whatever it’s like it’s gotta be better than this.” Kai flopped dramatically on the bed as if he was incapable of moving. “I’m about ready to pass the fuck out.” “You can.” Ethan was putting on shoes at this point. Kai continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “You vampires got it fucking made. Never aging or getting sick… never having to sleep?” A deep and wistful sigh. “There would be so much I could get done if I never had to sleep. You’re one lucky sonuvabitch, vamp boy.” Ethan’s mouth set in a firm line as he was apparently keeping himself from reacting. At this point he was shrugging on his jacket. “And you don’t even have to fucking breathe. Look, breathing underwater is a fun trait and all but… not having to breath at all is really fucking handy.” Kai wasn’t even looking at him, just up at the ceiling. “And don’t get me started on how much easier it is to source blood rather than any sort of flesh… Like, honestly…” Ethan’s jaw made an audible click which caused the other man to look over towards him. Ethan had his arms folded where he stood, looking a cross between upset and annoyed. “You done?” he stated gruffly. Kai slowly pushed himself up in bed, wincing a little. “Uh… yeah? You alright?” A slow, deep inhale followed by a rather impatient exhale. “You don’t want this.” “I don’t want to be the most catered after supernatural creature under Spotlight?” Kai laughed as he replied. Ethan’s next exhale had a bit of a growl underneath it. “Immortality is dogshit.” “Oh that’s the part we’re upset over.” Kai fixed him with a look. “Can’t a boy dream about being pretty forever without the debbie downer ruining his fun?” Not the reaction Ethan was expecting, evident by the rare surprise that flickered across his features. “It’s not-” “Not all that it cracked up to be? Oh yeah, for sure.” Kai shrugged. “You get to watch every mortal human get old and die around you; see the passage of time for better and for worse; live through more technological marvels than any one human is supposed to be able to process. Yeah it sounds like it sucks, you’re right.” There was no sarcasm in his tone, he was being genuine. “But you know what? I’d take that over the bullshit I’m putting up with. Bloodlust can’t be as bad as what we go through!” The other man flopped back down into his bed. The seconds stretched on as Ethan stood there, just staring at the - once again - dramatically laid out man on his bed. A complicated emotion, one very difficult for the vampire to place, wormed its way into his chest. He slowly unfolded his arms and went. “...Can you even be turned?” “I took the vaccine, vamp boy.” A grin passed over Kai’s face. “But thanks for the offer.” Ethan’s jaw clicked again. “Wasn’t an offer.”
📸「 rheostatic 」@rheostatic.bsky.social · 11mo ago

Day Eleven of #30dhs2k25: 711/100 Well this piece got away from me. Not where I was planning on going and all that dialogue makes for too many line breaks. I did, however, follow my prompt of "Turmoil" three times over. So mission accomplished? Even if the scene is kinda eh once they start talking.

The waiting area for Naio’s office was obstinately nice. The couch and chairs were pristine but still comfortable and there was everything from magazines to one of those calming sand things to waste your time with. But Ethan was sitting there, staring into the middle distance as still as a vampire with no need to breathe could be. There was clattering on the other side of the door and at least one raised voice but Ethan wasn’t giving enough of a shit to pay attention to the words. He just sat there, numb and empty, waiting for the next moment in time to move him along. The door opened and Ethan’s slate grey eyes snapped towards the movement. In the doorway was Morgan, a small petite man with a pale face and stark white hair. His flat expression was partly obscured by his thin round glasses and he spoke calmly to the younger vampire. “Come in, Ethan.” Behind Morgan, at the desk in his own office was a much more animated and much more chaotic Naio. He contrasted his former lover with his expression of contempt clear upon his face as well as the dark black hair that was on his head. The only thing these two had in common was their height and well… that they looked like teenagers - a trait that all three of them shared. Morgan stood next to him as they approached the desk, clearly trying to be a sort of peacekeeper to the conversation that was forthcoming. Naio rubbed his face slightly before speaking. “Mr. Peryal. When I said that nothing was going to be done about it, I did not mean that you could do something about it!” Ethan stared at him, expression nearly as blank as the petite man beside him. He wasn’t going to grace that sentence with a reply. Naio didn’t need it, he just barreled on with his rhetoric as always. “You do realise the mess you’ve caused? What do you think will happen when his people realise that one of my sireline killed their boss, hmm? The amount of damage you have done to Spotlight, to Bedrock? We could be set back decades because of what you’ve done!” Ethan’s jaw audibly set, his fangs grinding into his lower teeth made an awful sound. He shook slightly with the jolt of anger that coursed through his body but he just tightened his fists at his side and glared daggers into Naio. “Do you even have anything to say?” Naio’s tone took a more singsong, taunting tone. As if he was egging on Ethan’s anger. Morgan softly said “Naio…” in warning from Ethan’s side but the older vampire once again spoke. “If he wants to act like a petulant child being caught, then I will treat him like a fucking child.” “I’m the fucking child?” Ethan managed through gritted teeth. Morgan’s hand barely brushed his arm and for a moment Ethan’s entire body locked up - Morgan’s warning to him. “Naio.” Morgan said more resolutely. “You are making assumptions again; none of this has happened.” “As if his actions bare no-” “No.” Morgan’s tone was still flat, but louder than most times Ethan had ever heard this man speak. Slate grey slid down to look at him but the man’s expression was ever so slightly defiant as he looked at his sire. “Excuse me?” Naio’s tone was beyond incredulous. “I said no.” There was a pointed tone to that often flat voice that Ethan found strangely terrifying on a rather expressionless man. “A mess you refused to clean up got messier. Accept it.” Ethan’s eyes darted back between the two vampires, he had never seen Morgan act like this before or Naio look that wickedly upset. Something in their shared history was being relived but that something Ethan wasn’t privy to. Naio looked like he was going to speak again but Morgan broke eye contact and looked over to the youngest vampire. “Go.” “Morgan I am not done-” Morgan raised a hand and Naio suddenly stopped speaking. Ethan looked back at Morgan with open confusion, he didn’t think the other vampire could stop his sire from moving just like he stopped him. “Go.” Morgan repeated. “Now.” Ethan only needed to be told twice.